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 It's not long before you're all rolling down main street of Helmuth, the outdated-looking storefronts seeming empty and forelorn.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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still smirking wickedly, you stand up and sashay over to him, before sinking to your knees in front of him and hooking your fingers into the waistband of his pajama pants.\n\n"Cyan!" He jerks back slightly. "What are you doing?!"\n\n"Well, if you want me to keep you fucking other girls quiet, you're going to have to add one more girl to the list," you reply, eyes twinkling as you yank him back towards you by the waistband, his stunned state making him step forward at even that light pull. "So let's seeeeee... oooo!" you coo as you pull the pants down in front, freeing his already long, thick cock, which flops forward at a droopy angle, a thick nest of black hair surrounding the base of it and covering his balls, making it seem like a truly 'mature' member. "Sooomebody's already a little hard," you tease as you wrap a hand around his shaft and start pumping lightly, still smirking up at him. "Is it from seeing your work up on the TV, or is it me?"\n\n"Cyan, we... we can't, please don't," your father murmurs as you continue to stroke his slowly but steadily stiffening shaft, though he sucks in a breath as you stop to peel off your T-shirt, perky breasts jiggling a bit from being freed before you return to pumping his paternal prick, your other hand resting on his thigh. "You're... you're my daughter," he says in a strangled voice.\n\n"Yeaaah but I'm also a high school girl, and you like high school girls, right?" you reply with a snicker, before leaning in to drag your tongue a few inches up his cock, feeling even more smug as he moans aloud at that. "Mmm, you <i>are</i> nice and big, Daddy," you coo, letting your eyes be obvious as they slide up and down along his member. "I bet you can just show it to horny teenage bitches, and they get down on their knees, huh? Like this?" You angle his cock up, continuing to stroke it as you start tongue-bathing his balls, looking up at him all the while.\n\n"Mmf... Cyan... Cyan, please... you're..." He trails off, his protests devolving into shaky breaths and moans as he rests a hand atop your head. He seems helpless to stop you or even formulate another plea as you continue sucking and licking at his hairy sack, the musky smell of his crotch filling your nose as you give him your best balljob. His moans only get louder as you draw your head back and angle his cock down, sliding the head into your mouth and suckling at it, stroking the rest of his length with a light, twisting pumping motion. You watch his face contort with a mixture of pleasure and shame every time he glances down at you and away, inevitably tilting his head back as you give him no doubt surprisingly competent head, only to start all over again when he looks down as if to confirm it's really his daughter sucking him off. He groans in that same mixture of pleasure and humiliation as his dick starts throbbing, and you pull back to stick out your tongue, letting him watch his load splatter all over it and inside your mouth.\n\nHe's still standing there shuddering lightly when you stand up and start undoing your jeans, wiggling them down over your hips. "Cyan... no, we, we can't take this any further, this has to-"\n\n"I don't remember giving you an option," you answer as you step out of your jeans, smirking at him again before turning and settling to your knees, leaning forward to fold your arms on the couch and giving your round, slightly jiggly teen ass a shake at him, showing off your puffy, slick pussylips. "Now, unless you want me to show Mom that video, you'll get down here and give me just as good a fucking as you gave her."\n\nHe hesitates for a long moment, but apparently when you reach back and give your own asscheek a squeeze and a tug aside, helping show off your pucker, he breaks and shrugs out of his robe, stepping out of the pajama pants as he steps towards you. "At least let me get a condom..."\n\n"Mm-mmmmm, I want you to go in raw," you chide, making him hesitate again. "Don't worry, it's a safe day. Well, a pretty safe day. C'mon, get to it!"\n\nAt this point he's apparently too beaten and tempted to argue any further as he sinks to his knees behind you and rests a hand on your back, using the other to position the tip of his prick between your plump, glistening lower lips. You can hear the guilt in his moan, and the smugness in yours as he starts pushing forward, sinking inside you as his hands move to grip your waist. Soon enough he's pumping away at you, his hips lightly impacting your ass, though you can still feel the bit of hesitation in his thrusts as he deals with the fact that he's fucking his own daughter's tight, gripping cunt.\n\n"Mmmm, yeah, c'mon, fuck me," you urge, the smug in your own tone mingling with the guilt in his moans. "Fuck that pussy, Daddy! Smack my ass!"\n\n"Mmmf, C-Cy-"\n\n"Smack my ass like you smacked hers, do it!" you snap at him, yipping happily as a moment later he does just that, delivering a firm slap to your right buttcheek amidst his thrusts. You start working your hips back against him harder, fucking yourself on his throbbing, bare cock, even as you reach over and snag the remote, a slightly shaking finger hitting the play button. The lewd sounds of your father fucking Karen and her moaning like a whore start to mingle with the sounds of your father fucking you and you moaning like a much more dominant whore. You can feel his grip tighten on you, his body veritably shuddering with shame even as he starts fucking you faster, his humiliated, aroused moans making a counterpoint to his own smug words emenating from the speakers. \n\nBy the time he finally thrusts forward and empties his balls into your pussy, you've already cum twice, your back arching and your squeals making him shudder and buck forward into you each time... well, the squeezing of your pussy around him might have something to do with that. He leans over you, panting and gasping, before slowly pulling out, cock slipping out of your cunt and dangling half-limp, dripping mingled jizz and girlcum onto the floor.\n\nYou mmm, giving your ass another wiggle before you stand up, and start calmly gathering up your clothes as he turns and slumps to sit on the floor, arms leaned back on the couch cushions, his cock still angled out in a low arch in front of his balls soaked with your arousal. Finishing with your clothes and holding them to your chest, you grin down at him. "Good job, Daddy." You lean down and peck him on the cheek, before adding, "Definitely a good start." Then you walk away smirking at the mildly horrified and yet undeniably aroused look on his face.\n\nWhile you're showering, running your hands over your slick, soapy body, you think back on the session you just had, grinning. That... was a lot of fun. But the best part was definitely...\n\n<hr>\n[[The risk of getting caught.|GGParent]]\n\n[[The risk of getting knocked up.|GGParent12x2]]\n\n[[Dominating your father.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Humiliating your father.|GGParent]]

"Hey, sure, but I don't got 'em here," you say, turning and walking over to where the old beater of a car you stole off of someone who was leaving town in a hurry anyway is parked. "C'mon, let's go get the stuff."\n\nThe kid looks even more nervous than before, hesitating for long moments before clambering into the passenger side seat. He shifts and squirms, watching you more than anything as you drive carefully along the potentially icy streets. When he does look out the window, he jumps in surprise at the sight of his school gates sliding by the window. You pull to a stop and lean over, shoving the door open, then giving his head a light push. "Go on, get the fuck out of here," you grumble, sending him scampering towards the school gates. As you lean over again to grab the handle you add a shout of, "And don't take rides from strangers, asshole!" as you slam the door closed.\n\nYou head back towards your alley, muttering all the way about the lost time and your crappy car's lack of a heater. As you start to pull up, you wince at the sight of someone standing in the mouth of the alleyway. It's not your boss, it's worse than that... it's your boss's boss, which is one step down from Marone herself. Specifically it's this massive German (or something) dude named Henderson who looks like he could pick you up and snap you in half with one hand. You seriously consider just driving on, maybe towards the highway and heading for Mexico. But he's already seen you, and you're halfway sure Mexico wouldn't even be far enough to get away from Joanna Marone. So instead you park again and get out.\n\n"Hey, man, I didn't mean to ditch my corner, I had this thing," you start the moment you get out of the car, pausing just long enough in your preemptive apologies to slam the door.\n\nHenderson cuts you off by raising a hand. "I dohn't wahnt to heah iht," he tells you in his strudel-filling thick accent. He points over at a black Escalade parked nearby... it looks about two days old. "Geht in da cah," he orders evenly. "We'ah going foah a rahd."\n\nWincing, you nevertheless walk over to haul yourself into the passenger's seat, feeling an odd sense of inverted deja vu. The big man drives in silence, and several times you consider just trying to pistol-whip him on the flattop and jump out of the car. Instead you sit in nervous silence as he pulls up in front of one of Marone's clubs, the Golden Age, some forties-themed place where celebrities go in hopes of hobnobbing with actual gangsters just like in the movies.\n\nHenderson leads you in through the front doors and then up to the raised VIP section towards the back of the restaurant. This isn't the first time you've seen "Lady" Joanna Marone in the flesh, but it is the first time you've seen her from this close up. She's probably in her mid-to-late forties, but though your own tastes are usually, well, shallower, even you have to admit she's held up well. No real wrinkles to speak of, she hasn't gone all pudgy (at least not that the suit shows), and her green eyes are still piercing and sharp. You never really gave a shit what the principal thought, but now standing in front of her you've got some idea of what other kids who did felt like.\n\nJoanna doesn't look up from the ledger she's examining, so mostly you just see the top of her head with her steel-dark hair pulled back into a tight, short tail. But after a few moments, she says, "I'll get right to the point, I've been having you watched. I was unsure about allowing you into the organization, but I'd heard you had great potential. I wanted to see how you comported yourself when you thought you were alone, as they say character is what you are in the dark. And we operate in the dark, don't we?"\n\n"Yeah... guess so," you murmur, shrugging helplessly.\n\nShe finally looks up from the ledger, folding her hands atop it as she fixes those light green eyes on you. "It was above and beyond, taking the boy back to school. It's not necessarily what I'd <i>ask</i> from all my people, but I approve all the same. I'm curious... did you ever even <i>consider</i> selling him the drugs?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Confess that you did.|YPMaroneplaceholder]]\n\n[[Deny, deny, deny.|YPMaroneplaceholder]]

<b>Choices and (Choices)</b>\nMost of the time your character will be in charge of their own fate, making their own decisions and suffering the consequences or reaping the rewards. However, sometimes in some of the story branches, your character may be deprived of any ability to do anything whatsoever. At others, it may be another character who's making a decision or answering a question. At those points you the player are ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL and making choices purely based on where you want the story to go. In these instances, choices will be (enclosed in parentheses).\n\n<b>Game Over</b>\nIf you see the Game Over text, don't immediately think you have to reload and start all over. Clicking the Game Over option will generally give you an epilogue for your character from that storyline. It will also generally offer options for going back to the last major choice, going back to the start of the current storyline, or going back to character generation.\n\n<b>Continuity</b>\nThere isn't any. A character may be a complete skirt-chaser and ladykiller when you pick one choice involving him, and complete Hard Gay when you make another. Reality such as it is in the game diverges almost every time you make a choice. Some elements are always there as part of the setting you currently inhabit, but may just never come up, even though logic says the choice you made shouldn't affect them doing so. Just kick logic to the curb and enjoy the game!\n\n<b>Sex Level</b>\nSome of the stories contain way more sex than others. Some are pretty much pure porn every time you click. Others have a focus on story, with sex only occurring in the natural course (or sometimes as the ending). And, as noted on the intro page, there's very little ground left uncovered as far as kinks and fetishes go. If you find yourself not enjoying the sex content of a story, feel free to start over and choose another path, you're bound to eventually find something that fits your taste!\n\n<b>Branching</b>\nEvery choice you make affects the storyline you're playing. Some storylines (like the Jace the Monster Hunter ones) are fairly "tight"... once you've chosen a monster to hunt, all choices lead you in the same general direction, with the same cast of players and the same goal in sight. Other storylines (like the Worldland mascot ones) diverge fairly wildly with almost every single choice leading in an entirely different direction, able to bring in whole different characters and situations between two different paths.\n\nThe important thing to remember is, <i>there is no copypasted content</i> and <i>no two choices lead to the same end</i>. The choices may lead you to very similar outcomes in some cases, but each is all new written text. Consider it like alternate realities in a TV show... sure, you're having the same conversation, but now your best guy buddy is your cute blonde girlfriend instead.\n\n[[Back.|Start]]

<b>October 2, 2018</b>\n* Buddy can throw a hardcore [[Hell-themed BDSM|BuddyOct4x1]] Halloween party.\n<b>October 3, 2018</b>\n* More of Buddy's BDSM Halloween party.\n* Some more work on [[SIMFITE|GG-FFStart]]\n<b>October 4, 2018</b>\n* More work on SIMFITE. Tifa's scenes under John Bigballs are complete!\n<b>October 8, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now [[fuck the wicked out of|HollyWitch1x5]] the hoodlums on her street.\n<b>October 9, 2018</b>\n* Playing catchup on what was started yesterday since I got derailed by some bad news.\n<b>October 11, 2018</b>\n* Cyan the demon can elect to give the dying demoness in the wastes some energy [[from herself|GGHell1x2]].\n<b>October 12, 2018</b>\n* More of Cyan and Viorika going to see Hrungar.\n* Cyan can now make an [[RPG FPS|GGCandy5x9]] as a vidya witch. (The "make your own" option has been replaced since this is the obvious result of that anyway.)

You decide that the one that's both letters must be more important than the others. You set off down the path, and eventually see a rather nice "rustic" style two-story house. Ah, there you go, MH must mean 'Main House'. Pleased with your accurate assessment, you let that bolster your confidence as you head to the door and ring the bell.\n\nA few moments later, the door opens, showing an attractive older woman, you guess maybe in her early forties, with shoulder-length blonde hair and a worker's tan, a flannel shirt worn open over a tight white T-shirt that shows off her impressive chest, and denim cutoffs. She looks at you, then grins.\n\n"Let me guess, here hopin' for some work? Must be the day for it. C'mon in, then, I guess."\n\nBlinking at the unexpected, er, being expected, you step inside and wait for her to close the door and lead you into the nearby living room. Sitting in a chair is a massive bear of a man in denim and flannel, his close-cropped beard having gone salt-and-pepper the same as his hair. Across from him, on a couch, is a girl about your own age and in similar slightly ragged condition, black hair pulled back into a ponytail and green eyes looking a bit worriedly between the man and you, as if afraid you might sink her chances.\n\n"'Nother one, huh?" The big man chuckles as he gestures to the couch. "Well, have a seat, boy, have a seat. Tell us your name."\n\n"Um, I'm Eric," you say as you sit down on the other end of the couch from the girl, not wanting to crowd her.\n\n"Eric, right. Well, that's Sandy there. And lemme guess, just like her, you ain't got but a few dollars to yer name, ya ain't got any experience, but you sure do wanna work hard and don't want much other than a place ta sleep and somethin' ta eat, right?"\n\nYou nod sheepishly, resisting the urge to shoot a glare at Sandy. You can see she's blushing in embarrassment as you check out of the corner of your eye, anyway... no need to make it worse. Or to look worse.\n\n"Listen, you two, did somethin' similar at your age, when I got tired of my old man pushin' me around. Eventually went back home, but as my own man, and after learnin' a fair few valuable things. So far be it from me ta turn down two kids in a similar situation. But we'll demand respect an' obedience from the both of ya. As far as you're concerned, my name's Sir and her name's Ma'am, ya got me?"\n\n"Yes, sir," you and Sandy reply in near-stereo.\n\n"Also gonna expect hard work and good behavior from both of ya, an' I'll trust ya know what I mean when I say both. Slack off or act up, there'll be consequences. Ya can earn room an' board, and when ya prove ya do enough work to earn that, then we'll talk about anythin' extra."\n\nHe gives his thighs a slap, then stands up. "Alright, now that's outta th' way, let's get some dinner in th' two of you!"\n\nSeveral hours later, you flop into a bed in a mostly empty but comfortable room, sighing contentedly at a very full stomach and the feeling of being thoroughly clean. You're definitely starting to feel like you made the right decision. You drift off without slipping fully into sleep, and then drift back without realizing you'd zoned out. The sky outside your window is now pitch black, showing that it's obviously the middle of the night.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, time for a midnight snack.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Time for a pee.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Time to check on Sandy.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Time to stay in bed and go to sleep.|RFMH1x2]]

Much like earlier, you're stuck feeling like giving the wrong answer would potentially torpedo you getting along this weekend. How's that gonna help things? One of the first things you do is start literally putting the kibosh on his social life for the weekend? "I mean, yeah, okay, I guess," you answer, shrugging. Probably not the most enthusiastic agreement in the world, but at least you don't scream and flee into the bedroom like you kind of want to.\n\n"Cool." He hits the button again and puts the phone back to his ear. "Yeah, c'mon over. Grab us an extra-large pepperoni and whatever else you guys think we'll need for the get-together, have 'em put it on my tab. Yeah, see you in about twenty, bye." He hangs up, then grins over at you. "Don't worry, little brother, you're gonna like everyone, I'm sure you'll be a big hit." At least the next thing he does is walk over and turn the AC way down.\n\nYou're far more dubious, and spend the next twenty minutes trying not to worry a hole in the floor. When the elevator starts moving and Will goes over to it, you follow behind, staying at a wary distance a bit back from him. The moment the elevator door stops, someone flings open the gate and literally jumps out, sneaker-clad feet landing in front of Will as the girl they belong to looks up at him excitedly. She's fairly short (although still taller than you), with wild, tousled dishwater blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. She's wearing a white tanktop, black jacket (slid off her shoulders), a pleated plaid skirt, black thigh-highs, and has a pair of headphones around her neck. "YES! Alright! Parties at Will's place always turn into the best ones! You're the best, Will, yeah!"\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/rum0alu.png?1>\n\nThe next girl to step out does so serenely, her long, shining dark brown hair swaying slightly with her movements, pale brown eyes smiling behind the lenses of her glasses. She's wearing a pink turtleneck sweater and a long maroon skirt, and seems to be as much of a calm as the first girl is a storm. You're immediately struck by two things... one is how gorgeous she is, just her entire manner, not just her looks but the way she moves, everything a gentle, soothing, but gorgeous collection of a woman. The other is that you somehow get the sense that the large breasts shown off by her sweater are just the 'tip of the iceberg', and that she's actually concealing just how big they are. Both of these thoughts have you blushing and squirming a little as she says serenely, "Yes, thank you again for having us over, we really appreciate it, as always."\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/HNnymVo.jpg?1>\n\nStrolling along behind them is an Asian girl, her hair long and straight and gleaming raven black, part of it drawn up to loop under her right ear and clipped near the side of her forehead with an elaborate barette made of multiple flowers and a pink tassle. Her face is absolutely adorable, maybe even cuter and more feminine than either of the other two. She's wearing a hoodie jacket, the inner jersey lining pink and the outer jacket purple, the sleeves pushed up above her elbows, the bottom of it coming well over her hips, her legs sheathed in snug jeans, with white and pink sneakers on her feet. In contrast with her otherwise adorable and girly appearance, her expression is a tad bored, an unlit cigarette jutting from her mouth at an angle. "Oyyy, don't everyone clump up around the exit, alright? The guys still have to come in," she chirps in very mildly-accented English, voice high and pretty, apparently unaffected by her habit.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/rmSsaIL.jpg?1>\n\nAs the little group shuffles forward a bit to allow a handful of other people out, you notice that only one of them is another girl. Her hair is a brilliant red color, and... well, she has some impressive eyebrows, you notice that. They kind of make her resting bi-, er, her naturally somewhat severe expression all the more intimidating, not entirely helped by the slender, half-frame glasses she wears. Her very tight white long-sleeved shirt (is everyone your brother knows cold-blooded?) shows off her own very impressive chest, and her faded jeans hug curvy hips and legs. Of course, even if you were the sort to risk staring, you instead feel more like fleeing as she fixes her green eyes on you and narrows them in a scowl. "What the fuck is a <i>kid</i> doing here?" \n\n"Hey, hey, ease up," Will says, waving a hand as he walks over to you and clasps a hand on your shoulder, possibly as a show of solidarity, possibly because he sensed you were on the verge of fleeing. "Everybody, this is my little brother, Jamie. Jamie, that's Sandy, Lil, Aki-chan, and Kira."\n\n"Wow, <i>awesome</i>, Will's little brother, you look just like him!"\n\n"Oh, you really do, don't you? Hello, it's so very nice to meet you, I'd love to hear more about you!"\n\n"Konnichiwa~."\n\nKira, for her part, just rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath, then wanders off in the direction of the bathroom, apparently just that annoyed to be in your presence. Not that auspicious a start, you can't help but think gloomily.\n\nThere's another four people in the elevator, all of them guys, and Will introduces you but at this point you're stressed enough that you almost instantly forget their names. They all seem to be similar to him, though... good-looking, strong, easygoing, and outshining you in every way. Not that you really thought you had any chances with college girls, but your brain insists on pointing out that any chance you had is dead if you have to compete with these guys. You try to focus on the fact that pizzas are being laid out, as well as drinks (both alcoholic and non-), and a discussion seems to be happening over whether movies or music should be put on.\n\nAt first, it's not so bad. You have no more idea how to talk to most of these people than you had of how to talk to Will, but Sandy and Lil both seem interested in at least making token overtures, though you suspect you show way too much nervousness trying to answer them. Still, both of them seem too nice to let on how boring you are, and Aki meanders somewhere between bored and polite, chatting with you a bit as well but not making quite as big a show about trying to keep you upbeat. Kira... seems to be actively avoiding you, and every time she catches you glancing at her, scowls enough to make you want to scurry towards your room. But some good horror movies get put on and there's a mostly relaxed atmosphere, so you're doing okay!\n\nThe problem is that as things go on, you notice that there seems to be more and more people in the loft. You're not even sure when they were arrived, they practically just seem to materialize between you checking the room. What started out with eight people (excluding you and your brother) is soon a dozen, and then that gradually doubles, at least. It's a big area so at least it's not a huge crush of people, but it's definitely become a crowd. You... are not good with crowds. You have to do something!\n\n<hr>\n[[Deal with it by hiding.|QOBro1x5]]\n\n[[Deal with it by drinking.|QOBro6x1]]\n\n[[Deal with it by leaving.|QOBro]]

Let's see, third level is easy enough to figure out, but 'downspin'? ... Ah, the station really was rotating just a bit when you saw it from outside. A glance out a window gives you an idea which direction you're going, and from there you can figure out 'downspin'. Soon you're approaching a neon-framed door, the walls made out of a sort of hexagon paneling with mixed little metal plates and blank spaces between them, so you can sort of hear and see the people drinking, laughing, and apparently gambling inside. Shortly after you step through the door, a little sphere in flickering bright colors zips through the air towards you, stopping and projecting a holoscreen of a large-headed, big-eared... you guess it's an android, to judge by the angular shape of the non-human features.\n\n"Welcome to Positron's! Where everyone leaves their negative charge at the do-do-door!" the projection declares, doing a little glitch-twitch along with the stuttering.\n\n"Dear God we're stacked like six references deep," you mutter, eyeing the screen.\n\n"The first spin on the Karmic Wheel is always free-free-free here at Positron's, so when you're ready for a drink or something from our menu-u-u, flag down a sphere! Remember, we're always positively charged at Positron-tron-tron's!" the projection adds before disappearing, the orb hovering briefly before flitting off. \n\nShaking your head, you take a look around the bar. It's multi-level, though the bottom level seems to be the largest and most active. There are plenty of people of all descriptions, though they seem to range mostly from 'slightly seedy' to 'very seedy', with a handful of scattered exceptions that look like they're probably wealthier people 'slumming it' or people from more respectable institutions who just hit up the nearest bar, to judge by the clean, pressed uniforms. You notice that sitting at one table is an individual who screams 'bounty hunter' way more than you do, if you had to say, to judge by the 'frumpy man of action' pants, shirt, vest, and large blaster at his hip. There's also the fact that he looks like a humanoid wolf with black fur, white surrounding his yellow eyes and streaking back, splitting just in front of his ears and continuing back into his hair which is pulled into a ponytail. You feel weirdly... drawn to him, as if you really wanted to go and pay your respects, despite not really recognizing him.\n\nYou notice that a lot of activity seems to be focused around the gambling tables, including one that's a large, shiny, brightly-lit upright wheel with what are apparently screens set in its sections, to judge by how it flickers and changes between rounds. You have to figure the crowd probably has something to do with the extremely attractive and practically naked girl standing on the tabletop and actually spinning the wheel. There are a handful of other bounty hunter types gathered directly around the tables, and what you think are some slightly higher-ranking of the uniformed officers settled at a table nearby just watching.\n\nAlright, so, you see several possible paths to finding out the info you need here. Which one to pursue?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go talk to the wolfman.|CySW1x1]]\n\n[[Go try the Karmic Wheel.|Cypher11x4]]\n\n[[Talk to the officers.|Cypher]]

"... I don't hear anything," you reply after a few moments, shaking your head.\n\nCassie lets out a shuddery breath, then nods. "Okay. Okay, guess I just imagined it." She looks around, expression sheepish. "Sorry, everybody."\n\n"I'll call for roadside assistance. If they don't have anyone who can service a bus, maybe they can get some vans out here and shuttle everyone to a motel." She pulls out her cellphone to look at it, then muffles another curse. "Does anyone else have service...?"\n\nEveryone on the bus simultaneously scrambles for their phone (or in some cases phones), and everyone's panic grows a bit as more and more answers of "No" come back. You wave your hands a bit for attention. "Nobody freak out, there obviously just aren't any cellphone towers out here."\n\nEveryone seems to settle a little, but there's a lot of nervous shifting and staring out the windows, the girls whispering among themselves. Coach Morrison beckons you close, whispering when you lean down. "Someone's going to freak out and hurt themselves or someone else if we try to stay out here all night. I think I'd better get out and walk on ahead. Either I can find someplace to get some help from or maybe I can get a signal."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|CheerForest4x2]]\n\n[[Suggest going with her.|CheerForest5x1]]\n\n[[Everyone should go.|CheerForest6x1]]

"Moves are in! Let's accrue karmaaaaaa!" the wheel girl declares before turning and giving the Karmic Wheel a spin. It whirls through the slices of the wheel until coming to a stop, the section lighting up with another newscast reading 'Recovery Booming, Stocks Up'. "Recovery period!"\n\nYou watch as the various player sections of the table lower briefly and then return, some of the players having gone bust, others having shifted their fortunes. You seem to have lost a number of Karma markers, but your Resources markers are much higher. It's much as you thought... it's a kind of 'game of life', using simulated events from real life to determine your balance of Resources and Karma. Protecting yourself through the recession allowed you to get more Resources to keep playing with, but cost you Karma since you weren't helping anyone else out.\n\n"Alright, next round, next round!" The wheel girl flings her arms dramatically in the air and gives her shoulders a shake, making her tits jiggle as the wheel screen lights up with a pastoral view of something that looks (mostly) like a rabbit frolics in a meadow. "This is a peacetime spin! Peacetime! Declare your moves!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Philanthropy!|Cypher11x6]]\n\n[[Investment!|Cypher]]

You approach the main gambling attraction, since that seems to be where most of the other bounty hunter looking individuals are. For the most part people make way for you, allowing you through until you're standing at the side of the table, with quite a good look up at the girl manning the wheel. Her hair is short and... you kind of want to call it "sunset-colored", and two small purple winglike appendages rise from amidst it, her pointed ears sticking out from the sides of it. Her outfit is obviously based somewhat (somehow) on the old 'casino bunny' type, with a collar and red bow tie, but the main part of the garment is so skimpy that it barely qualifies, covering little but the centers of her breasts, a bit of her sides, and her sex, her round ass and flat belly both practically bare. Her arms are sheathed in tall gloves, and her legs in lace-topped stockings, feet slipped into pink heels.\n\n<img src="images/Karmagirl.jpg">\n\n"All plays are in! Let's accrue karmaaaaaa!" she declares cheerfully, turning to the wheel and giving it a yank on the side. The screen-fronted wheel whirls around, the panels that pass under the little arrow at the top flashing brightly whenever it passes, before it finally settles on one of them, which turns into a panel of a man in some sort of holy vestaments laughing maniacally, to groans and grumblings from around the table. "Awwww, dogmatic interruption! Too bad, everybody!"\n\n"Dammit!" the man next to you growls, thumping a fist lightly against the corner of the table. You look over, picking out his copper-colored skin, rumpled black hair with several braids in it, and dark brown eyes, which are narrowed in obvious fury as he watches panels in the table drop down, taking piles of gold and translucent blue markers with them. "I'm bust."\n\n"Care to go into Equivalent Exchange, sir?" the wheel girl coos, yellow eyes sparkling as she puts one gloved fingertip to her lower lip.\n\n"Ha, at one of Positron's tables? As if." He steps back, snatching the bronze-colored helmet off the table's edge next to him, and blinking as he spots you. "Hey, aren't you-"\n\n"Cypher Ceed, yeah," you agree, since that seems to be where this is going.\n\n"Out of the <i>Meridian</i> lately, isn't it?" At your nod, he nods slowly in return, then offers his hand. "Blayze Hanlon." Once the two of you have shaken, he gives the table and the girl a scowl, then beckons you to step aside with him. Once the two of you are out of the crowd, he leans in. "Lemme guess. Quatra twins? Yeah, they seemed like your kind of bounty, you don't need to say anything," he continues as you press your lips together. "Listen. They're not really my type of bounty, despite the big payday... I'm usually in on more dangerous game that no one minds getting a little roughed up. But might be that I've heard something about where to find them while I've been here."\n\n"I'd appreciate the help, man," you assure him, despite knowing that he probably wants more than appreciation.\n\n"Yeah well the irony is that I want a little more than karma," he confirms after another sour glance at the table. "Positron doesn't really cheat the Karmic Wheel... much. That anyone can catch. But obviously my luck's just dry today and it pisses me off. So here's the deal... if you can get a Karmic Paradise roll on the wheel, we'll split the winnings and I'll tell you where the Quatra twins are. Fair?"\n\nYou glance over at the wheel. The screen did say you get at least one free spin so you guess there's nothing to lose by at least trying. You're watching them play now, figuring it out... it looks like there's two 'currencies' you accrue and lose through playing the game, Resources (the gold markers) and Karma (the blue markers). Some actions cost you one or the other and gain you one or both, and so on. At the start of each round, the wheel girl announces what sort of spin is coming up, and people declare certain actions, then the result decides whether they get or lose Resources or Karma. "Hm. Okay. So I've got one question, what's 'Equivalent Exchange'?"\n\n"It's how you can keep playing after you lose all your resources. The house bets you a certain amount of the game markers versus something of yours. And I don't just mean your ship or your weapons or whatever." At your confused look, Hanlon shrugs. "The Karmic Wheel is licensed to gambling houses by an extremely advanced species. During Equivalent Exchange, the house declares what they want you to wager, and it can be material things yeah, but it can also be stuff like 'your species' or 'your happiest memory' or 'your friendships'. And it can take them in whatever way it wants... change them into something else, make them never have existed in the first place, whatever."\n\n"That's... really weird. What do they get out of it?"\n\n"Who knows? The aliens who make the Wheels actually take the stuff if it's the metaphysical kind, I think they pay the bar owner part of what they think it's worth in credits. Just be careful if you decide to go into Equivalent Exchange, it's really easy for it to snowball and take more than you imagined from you, I've seen it happen to others."\n\nNodding thoughtfully, you step up to the table, holding up a hand to indicate that you're in. The near-naked alien girl beams at you and gives her butt a little wiggle in your general direction. "New player, new player! First roll at the wheel is always free for first-timers at Positron's, so let's get you staked, sir!" One of the player panels on the table lowers down, then rises up with several stacks of gold and blue markers. "Alright, everybody, time for a new round! This spin is... hard times!" The wheel briefly switches to a single image of a generic newscast with generic-seeming newscasters and a byline banner reading 'Economic Crisis looms'. "Declare your moves!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Philanthropy!|Cypher15x1]]\n\n[[Protection!|Cypher11x5]]

"Moves are in! Let's accrue karmaaaaaa!" Apparently the game is getting more intense since the wheel girl seems to be feeling the need to be more dramatic, using sweeping gestures of her arms and jutting her ass out as she bends forward to grip the wheel and give it a spin. This time when it stops, the screen shows a number of generic brand logos, which all gradually get 'No' symbols stamped over them. "Uh-oh, Boycotts!" \n\nMost of the people around the table groan... looks like most of them went bust on that spin. Your own panel returns with lessened Resources marks, but still more Karma marks.\n\n"Alright, looks like we're drawing in on the close of this game!" the wheel girl declares, winking at you before continuing, "This is a Major Shift spin! So what's your move, pretty sir?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Flashy activism!|Cypher]]\n\n[[Pay it forward!|Cypher11x8]]

"Moves are in! Let's accrue karmaaaaaa!" Once again the table girl turns and spins the wheel, sending its screens flashing along under the arrow. This time when it stops, it's to show what are identifiable as social media messages flashing past... fairly angry ones, you'd guess from the amount of caps and exclamation rest. "Ooo, Social Paradigm Shift!"\n\nYou're not sure what that means, but it doesn't seem to have had a huge affect on the winnings, you note as you watch the table shift. You do notice that your Karma has gone up more significantly than the Karma of the other players with fewer Resources... you must have had more to be philanthropic with, makes sense.\n\n"Alright, that means this next one is an Upheaval spin! Upheaval spin, everybody, who's ready?!" The wheel girl bounces in place while pressing her tits together with her forearms, then continues with, "Declare your moves!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Public relations!|Cypher]]\n\n[[Philanthropy!|Cypher11x7]]

You hear a lot of gasps from around the table at that. You saw someone use 'Pay it forward' while you were watching and learning to play... it's apparently the equivalent of going all-in with your Resources. It can pay off in a lot of Karma, but if it doesn't result in getting any Resources back, your only choice if you want to keep playing is to Reincarnate and take your chances with a random amount of Resources and Karma dished out to you for another spin.\n\n"Oooo, you've got me all excited, mister!" the wheel girl coos, actually slipping a hand briefly between her legs and sliding the other up her belly and over one of her breasts, wiggling in place. "Let's see how this goes! Alright, let's! Accrue! KARMAAAAAAA!" she practically squeals, whipping around and yanking on the wheel, then flinging her hands in the air exuberantly and bouncing in place as it whirls. You watch anxiously as it begins to slow, the flashes and little 'bwoop' noises of the wheel's shifting to different sections gradually coming further apart, until it settles. The section remains glowing white for a moment... before flashing to gold light, then displaying a fly-through of a city where the buildings are all towering crystal spires and everyone's wearing togas. "GOLDEN AGE! KARMIC PARADISE! YOU WIIIIIN!"\n\nThere's a round of cheering from the other players (those that don't look to be seething with envy), and you even get some slaps on the back as your panel on the table lifts into view with enough Resources and Karma chips to topple over and overflow across a portion of the tabletop. Grinning, you gesture to the wheel girl. "Cash me out, if you would?" \n\n"Awww, don't wanna go one. More. Round?" she coos, leaning forward and wiggling her boobs practically in your face. When that earns her a blush and a shake of the head, she just grins and nudges part of the table with the toe of her shoe, a slot on the side of the table beside you poking out a glossy black card. "Please enjoy your winnings, sir, and feel free to stick around and spend a lot of them on our wonderful amenities such as the luxury tubs, joysuites, and relief~ roo~ms." She slips her gloved hands over her breasts and down her body in a sensual stroke as she says the last, giving you a pretty good idea of what sort of relief they provide.\n\nYou carry the card through the crowd that's now more eager than before to resume playing, apparently, approaching the smirking Blayze. "Good job, kid. To be honest I thought it was kind of a sucker offer, but you showed me. Nah, I'd feel like an asshole if I took it now," he says as you proffer the card. "I don't need the money so bad that I wanna make faces at myself in the mirror for the next month over it."\n\n"Thanks," you say with a grin, tucking the card away. "But you're still gonna tell me about the Quatra twins, right?"\n\n"Sure. Meet me at the lift to the hab levels that's near here in about an hour," he says as he slips his helmet on, allowing it to close up as he tugs his jacket's hood over it. "Don't be late," he adds, his voice now coming out tinged with a bit of an electronic tone as he turns and leaves.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go keep a low profile somewhere for an hour.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Hang out where you are.|Cypher]]

"E-Erron, no, you can't!" Lauriel blurts, starting to struggle desperately, doing little more than making the big black unicorn cock rub a bit further between her buttocks and wiggle back and forth across her back, leaving a smear of pre glistening on her skin. \n\n"Actually, it turns out I can," Erron the unicorn answers, his smooth and beautiful voice quite smug. "And once you're no longer a virgin, I'll be doing quite a bit more, I can assure you." He gives a few thrusts, working his cock along her, then turns his head a bit. "Layla, if you wouldn't mind?"\n\n"Certainly, it would be an honor, sir," you chirp in a cheerful tone, making your way behind the pillory.\n\n"Slave! Slave, wait!" Lauriel calls, adding a desperate cry of "Layla!" as you disappear from her field of view.\n\nIgnoring her, you reach out to put both hands on the perfectly white unicorn's perfectly black cock. It's so smooth it's almost like rubber, but hot and faintly throbbing in your hands. Using gentle pressure, you guide him into backing up some, his white marble hooves thumping the grass as you get him far back enough to angle him into position. You press the flared tip up against Lauriel's smooth, hairless pussy, before stepping back some. "There you go, perfect position!"\n\n"Thank you very much, dear girl," Erron answers as if having been passed the salt at a fancy dinner.\n\n"Wait, wait nooOHHHHHHHHHH!" Lauriel cries as the unicorn thrusts forward, her belly bulging with a fairly clear outline of his equine prick as he buries a good half of it in her on the first thrust. Her eyes roll up and her tongue juts out, her mind obviously overwhelmed by the sensation of having her virginity claimed by that massive horsecock. She cries out again, and again as he begins to thrust, her body jolted against the pillory as she's fucked, the beautiful mythological creature seemingly having little worry about damaging her.\n\nIndeed, as you shift your position a bit, it looks like even though her cunt is stretched absolutely taut around his veiny black shaft, it's entirely fine... and dripping wet. Every one of Erron's thrusts forward causes a squirt of glittering elven arousal to go flying out, as if there simply weren't enough room inside of her for all that dick and that bit of liquid. His gleaming white balls sway and wobble in a fashion you can somehow only describe as elegant, almost as if their motion was helping him drive forward deeper and deeper into her. And finally the last of that black disappears into Lauriel's devirgined elven cunt, the pink of it kissing up against the white of his sheath, the bulge of his flare sitting between her big dangling tits.\n\nHe rests there for a moment, as if reveling in his accomplishment, then begins fucking her... perhaps 'breeding' might be a better word, you think. For despite all the elegance and grace that permeates every mood he makes, Erron is still fucking Lauriel as if he were a stallion in rut and she a mare in heat, and Lauriel's yowling and cries have turned practically whorish, full of humiliation and pleasure as the unicorn's balls slap against her and his cock stretches her womb. A unicorn fucking an elf, what a sight!\n\nYou wriggle a little in place, the crotch of your panties sticking to you with arousal. You can't just stand here and jill off, despite the temptation. You have to do something, feel involved...\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus on humiliating Lauriel.|MeanDrow]]\n\n[[Focus on encouraging Erron.|MeanDrow7x4]]

"So what if it was your penis?" you suggest, barely able to restrain a giggle as you say it.\n\n"I beg your pardon?" the unicorn says in a tone that indicates he's not sure whether to be offended or not.\n\n"According to what you said, if Lauriel gets fucked, she'll no longer be a virgin, and you can basically do what you want, right?" At a slow bob of acknowledgement from that long, pretty equine head, you continue. "So, why don't you fuck her? I'll put her in a vulnerable position, and then you can take her virginity yourself. Once she's not a virgin anymore, you can do whatever you want to her, right?"\n\nThe majestic creature actually seems to be waffling a bit as he considers. "But... I'm forbidden to-"\n\n"Hurt her, right? But you said it yourself, that's affected by your intent. If your intent is to fuck her... not <i>hurt</i> her, but to mate with her, even bring her pleasure... then you should be fine. Besides," you add, smirking again. "Should be a pretty fitting revenge for all the times she got you off without so much as a by-your-leave, huh?"\n\nYou've never seen a horse give an evil grin, but you can now say you have. "I happen to know of a particular item in her garden that we can make use of."\n\nAn hour or so later, the front door opens. "Slave, I'm-" Lauriel announces, then frowns at the empty foyer.\n\n"Mistress! I'm back here!" you call from near the back door, in your most obsequious tone. "I'm sorry for disobeying, but there's something in the garden you absolutely must see!"\n\nFrowning more deeply, Lauriel drops her bag and continues on, walking right past where you're hidden in shadows and through the open door into the back yard. "What is this nonsense? Where are you? And why is my pillory open?"\n\n"YOINK!" you cry, springing forward and shoving hard against her back. Taken completely off guard, Lauriel yelps as she goes staggering and toppling forward, gagging some as her throat hits the inside curve of the pillary. Instantly her wrists are magically yanked into the matching depressions on either side of her head, the top of the stocks swinging closed with a bang and the locks instantly doing themselves. Her clothing disappears in a flash, becoming nothing more than a few curls of black smoke that waft away and leave her bent over and naked, her pussy and pucker bare and vulnerable, tits hanging down below her.\n\n"Slave! I don't know what you're doing, but you'll wish I killed you for this! Mistalla!" she shouts, her glamour fading away to reveal her elven form. Then she blinks, twisting her head to look at one of the locks and giving her wrists a shake. "Mistalla! Mistalla!!" she repeats, starting to sound faintly panicked.\n\n"Too bad, so sad." Your opened slave collar hits the ground in front of her, Lauriel staring at it, then looking up at you as you move around to the front of the pillory and lean an arm on it, her eyes widening at the sight of you in her best white panties and bra and her $1,000 designer sunglasses. "I changed the lock word. I wouldn't bother trying to guess it, I basically just spouted random gibberish four different times."\n\n"You... what have you done?!" Lauriel demands, her face flushing with fury.\n\n"Oh, it's not what I did," you reply in an airy tone, pointing grandly behind her. "It's what he's gonna do."\n\nLauriel's opening her mouth to demand what you mean when the unicorn's forelegs slam down atop the pillory, his hooves hanging forward on either side of her head. It's actually quite comical how her eyes bug out both at that, and at the feel of a massive black equine cock flopping against her ass and along her back, almost long enough to brush against her shoulderblades.\n\n"Go on. Guess what he's gonna do," you purr, smirking down at her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|MeanDrow7x3]]

Later that night, you're sitting sideways in Lauriel's... well, your, really... overly comfortable study chair, sipping an extremely expensive beer right from the bottle, and resisting the urge to rub the crotch of your panties. Three orgasms like that is enough for two hours. Sighing, you drape your head back, platinum hair cascading over the arm of the chair to almost brush against the ground. "God I wanna be fucked by a horse," you grumble.\n\n"... Good evening," a soft feminine voice replies.\n\nYou jerk upright, looking around. It was a woman's voice, obviously, a bit low for it and rather refined, but there's no sight of the speaker. A moment later it comes again, seeming to emanate from a general area of the room rather than one place.\n\n"Forgive the awkwardness of announcing myself, but I wasn't sure exactly how long I should wait after hearing a statement like that," it says, in a faintly apologetic and faintly annoyed tone.\n\n"Er, right... who are you? Where are you?" you ask, standing up and taking another look around.\n\n"'Where' is in the next room. I didn't wish to startle you considering you may have never seen a Nid or a Drider before. My name is Keia, and I was sent by our goddess." There's a brief pause, before she adds, "Are you braced now? Shall I come in?" \n\n"Er... yeah, okay," you answer with a nod. "I'm ready."\n\nThe double doors that lead into the dining room swing open, and you find out you weren't quite ready. Because what walks in is... not something you were prepared for, or could have been prepared for, at all. The lower body is like a spider's... you're not sure exactly what sort, just that the six legs attached to that part of the body are long and chitinous and black. Starting where the spider's head would be is the waist of a Drow woman who looks like she'd be a bit shorter than you... you know, if she had hips and legs. Her bare breasts are huge though, definitely bigger than her head, jiggling faintly with even the smooth motion of her spider legs moving her forward. Her thick black nipples are pierced by silver rings, from which hang a chain dangling with a number of spider-shaped charms... which, come to think of it, resemble the design emblazoned on your belly. She has a necklace hung with a number of them as well, and is using six of them as earrings, while her bellybutton is pierced by another ring that connects the ends of a chain worn like a belt, which has more of them dangling from it.\n\n"Good evening," Keia repeats as she comes to a stop.\n\n"Uh... hi."\n\n"As you are new to being a dark elf, I will explain things," she continues, brushing a hand back through her long, red-streaked white hair. "First of all, 'Driders' are half-Drow, half-spiders. Drow sometimes become one for various reasons. A Nid, however, is a Drow who has died after committing some sort of trespass against our goddess Lolth that isn't enough to earn an eternity of torment. We are instead changed into a small Drider-like being called a Nid... as small as our trespass was large. We serve our goddess, doing what she needs done, and in so doing earning marks." She reaches a hand up and brushes one of the spider-charms dangling from her nipple-chain. "With each one we earn, we grow a bit larger. When we reach the full size of a Drider, we have earned a chance to be reincarnated as a new Drow."\n\n"You don't look that small to me," you murmur, managing to yank your gaze up from her breasts after you've said it.\n\nShe smiles, just a little sadly. "Yes, my trespass was not a particularly heinous one. Still, it has taken me several centuries of dilligent, unceasing work to earn enough marks that I am within only a few of gaining reincarnation. Thus be warned, young one."\n\n"... Okay, consider me warned. Is that the only reason you stopped by?"\n\n"It is not." She clears her voice, placing a hand against her collarbone and closing her eyes, using an even more formal tone. "Layla Mercer, you are hereby commanded by our goddess to take the name Laylith, and in three days' time report with all you wish to take with you to the plains of Mekteth, there to take over the breeding pens formerly belonging to House Kalazza. They shall hereafter be the property of House Mercer, and there you will prove your worth by breeding fine creatures that will further Lolth's cause."\n\n"... What?"\n\nSighing, Keia opens her eyes. "Lolth was pleased by how you handled such a powerful and touchy magical creature. She believes you have talent in this area, and wants you to turn it towards breeding and raising creatures for the Drow cause. To do so you will be given ownership of land, a home, a title, and quite a large sum of money."\n\n"Wait wait wait wait." You wave your hands a bit. "I was just starting to figure out how to reclaim my life here. I just escaped from the high elf bitch that had me captive, I have family, friends, a life here to get back to."\n\nKeia just looks at you, her face a mask as her hand lowers. Finally, she shakes her head. "... Whether you stay or go is ultimately your decision. I was not sent to drag you kicking and screaming to Mekteth. But I will tell you two things. First off, I have never heard of one who began their life as another race being offered this kind of opportunity. There are many born Drow who fight for centuries in the hopes of being given even a fraction of what our goddess is offering you less than a day after becoming a dark elf. In that, I suppose, I might understand some hesitancy... you will be an object of jealousy and resentment. But also know this." Her eyes gaze at you, red and deeply serious. "This is the course our goddess has chosen for you. Should you spurn her offer, then no matter what life you live, eventually you will stand before her. And if you are very, very lucky, you will begin your time as a Nid being only as small as I was. It is up to you if you wish to risk centuries of toil and regret in an attempt to reclaim a mortal life that might at best have had another ninety years left in it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|MeanDrow]]\n\n[[Refuse.|MeanDrow]]

Stepping forward, you begin running your hands over Erron's flexing and pumping flanks, feeling the muscle twitch under your palms at your initial touch. "You're so fucking beautiful," you coo, even leaning forward to rub your cheek against him.\n\n"Mmmmf," the unicorn grunts amidst his snorts and huffs, that lovely human voice amidst the animal sounds of pleasure definitely adding a little to your own turned-on state.\n\n"You look amazing fucking her, you're making me so damn wet," you continue to croon as you keep moving around behind him, stroking your hands over his glorious glowing white hide. "You're fucking her so hard and so good, listen to her, she loves it, she can't help but love it," you continue, reaching out to rub at the area just behind his balls as they sway and wobble with his thrusts.\n\n"Nnnnnh, ha, yes, she does love it," Erron groans out, thrusting forward and almost grinding himself against Lauriel... then groaning again as you lean forward and rub your face against his balls, kissing them and sliding your hand down to rub and stroke them, feeling them twitch against your fingers.\n\n"I kinda wish it was me in there, getting fucked by a big, beautiful unicorn," you murmur, knowing full well he can hear you, especially since his balls twitch again at you saying it. As he begins thrusting again, his equine body working back and forth in short, shallow pumps now, you let his balls smack against your face a few times before drawing back with a giggle. "But I like my view too. Mmm, your balls are so pretty, and they even smell good, Erron, like... mmm, like... cinnamon vanilla cookies!" \n\nYou straighten up some, really letting yourself go as you eye his perfect equine rump, and the snowy white pucker just below his raised, glimmering tail. You lean forward, hearing him give a soft, almost warning snort as your warm breath brushes against his skin there, but then a much more humanlike groan as you murmur, "Even this is really pretty... and smells good," right before placing your mouth on it in a soft kiss that turns into a suckle at the powerful pucker's edge.\n\n"Ah, Layla!" Erron whinnies, fucking the squealing elf beneath him with even more frantic thrusts as you begin kissing and licking his thick equine asshole, your tongue washing over it with all the love and worship of a small girl and all the lewdness and desire of a wicked woman. You're not exactly surprised when, a few moments later, he gives another loud whinny and thrusts forward, burying himself inside Lauriel as he empties his balls into her. You step back some, watching as Lauriel's belly bloats, keeping your eyes on it as you move around, watching it get heavier and more full until it's wobbling underneath her like a water balloon. You grin as you round to the front of the pillory to see her face, eyes almost completely rolled up in her head, mouth open and tongue lolled out limply, ears twitching in aftershock orgasms. Then you turn your gaze upwards, reaching up with both hands to gently draw down Erron's head and kiss his white velvet nose.\n\n"Great job, beautiful," you murmur, adding another kiss to go with it.\n\n"Mmm, it does feel like a job well done, yes." Erron slowly backs up, his half-limp cock gradually sliding out of Lauriel's stretched tight pussy until it drops free, dangling at an angle as cum gushes out of the shuddering, twitching elf's gaping cunt. Erron drops to all fours, cock slowly withdrawing into his sheath as he moves around next to the pillory, a faint rainbow glow surrounding his horn as the locks of the pillory open. "I suppose I'll be taking her back to my pasture now."\n\n"What do you think you'll do with her?" you ask curiously, glancing at your former owner, who's obviously barely conscious... and probably still cumming a bit.\n\n"Oh, I'll figure something out. Perhaps I'll turn her into a particularly useful variety of tree," he says with a chuckle.\n\n"One you can harvest for its useful things and treat like farmstock?" you ask with a grin. \n\n"Precisely. And here, darling." You blink as something lifts into the air and floats over to you, bringing your hands up to catch the unicorn figurine as it drops. You doubt it can be seen, but you feel your cheeks heat as he leans in to nuzzle at your face. "Don't be a stranger, Layla. And watch your eyes," he warns, giving you time to close them before he and Lauriel disappear in another rainbow flash.\n\n"... Heh. I guess friendship <i>is</i> magic," you murmur to yourself, tapping the opal unicorn on the nose.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|MeanDrow7x5]]

"Er... Koliel... I'm Cyan."\n\nShe blinks, staring at you... and her red face turns pink as she goes pale. "... Oh. Oh dear. Um... I see. Uh, then, please stay where you are, I think you might be in for a bit of a shock."\n\n"What?" You blink a few times, the confusion gradually starting to clear now that you're sure of who you are, at least. "Koliel, what happened?" At her sheepish glance away, you scowl. "Koliel <i>what did you do</i>?"\n\n"I made an error," she admits, biting her lower lip. "You see, Reincarnation doesn't allow you to pick the species someone will be brought back as... that's why I had the scrolls, the simpler spell means that I can cast it even if it's not my specialty. But it does let you pick the sex, and I thought the piece of, well, person I laid out was of Kovam, so... um... you've been brought back as a male."\n\n"What?!"\n\n"Don't worry, don't worry, we can fix it!" she assures you, raising her hands from your shoulders to pat the air placatingly. "When we get back to Purnaster we can seek out a Fleshshaper and have you put back the way you were! You'll just be a male for a few weeks. Months maybe depending on what the Fleshshaper charges."\n\nYou frown at her. "A male what?"\n\n"Ah?" Koliel actually glances aside, grinning sheepishly and tapping the corner of her mouth as if she didn't know what you meant. She squeaks a bit as you sit up, tumbling her aside so you can look down at yourself. You've come back as a-\n\n<hr>\n[[Orc?!|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Demon?!|GGMonk12x1]]\n\n[[Furry?!|GGMonk14x1]]\n\n[[Lzrd?!|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Birb?!|GGMonk]]\n\n[[... skinny dude?|GGMonk11x12]]

Eh, this just sounds like someone who's trying to do guesswork to get you to come in so they can con you out of some cash, or worse distract you while someone picks your pocket. Besides you've seen too many exposes about cold reading back in your world to be taken in by someone making a lucky guess about your companions. Every third adventuring party in this town probably has someone with a prophecy tied to them, you assure yourself as you wave her off dismissively and continue back to the inn.\n\nThe next thing you know, you're laying on your back on the grass, open blue sky above you, your head spinning. It's hard even to focus on Koliel's concerned (and for some reason very red) face as she leans in above you, hands resting on your shoulders. "Easy, easy. Reincarnation can be very disorienting, especially since I had to cast it from a scroll. Let's start slow, do you remember what happened?"\n\n"What happened..." you rasp, trying to get your thoughts in order. You try to push past the thing you were just remembering, and find that as you try, you do remember a bit more... mostly just vague impressions, but... "We left Purnaster a few weeks ago... seeking out the cavern of the Great Wyrm. We found it, and... and it burned us all to death," you complete with a shudder, remembering the sight and feel of the fire washing over you. \n\n"Yes... we thought we had the drop on it, but it herded us into a cluster. I was barely able to take cover in time, and my ring of protection from fire shielded me somewhat." Well, that would explain why it still looks like she has a rather severe sunburn. "I... I had to just grab some of the bits of charred bodies once the dragon had left and make a run for it, so that I could bring you back once I'd gotten away." She lets out a rush of breath, closing her eyes, then opening them and smiling at you. "But yes, you're back, Kovam."\n\n<hr>\n[[You're... Kovam?|GGMonk13x1]]\n\n[[... Wait you're not Kovam.|GGMonk11x11]]

You stare blankly at the massively endowed woman for a few moments, your brain working like mad to come up with some sort of answer that will let you get out of this. "I thought I'd at least hear your terms again," you finally venture, doing your best to sound calm and confident.\n\nShe blinks, and for a moment you think you've blown it. But she just looks at you oddly for a moment before smiling sultrily and letting out an elegant laugh. "Ahaha! So, you thought it over and decided you'd see if I'd sweeten the pot any further, is that it?"\n\nStill spinning out ideas, you go with, "Well, I dropped the hostage. Thought it would be an act of good faith for the negotiations."\n\nShe purses her lips briefly, then inclines her head slightly. "Very well, since you're serious. I, Queen Arana, shall generously allow you to join my crew as... oh, fine, full partner. You will be entitled to a share of all plunder and bounties equal to mine. And of course access to all the wonderful facilities that I have here aboard ship... as well as my, ah..." She runs a hand up and down the edges of her top, pulling it just a bit lower as she does, making her tits wobble and look like they'll come spilling out if she even breathes in. "Personal facilities."\n\nYou swallow heavily, but manage to keep your reaction off of your face otherwise. There may as well be a giant flashing neon sign behind Arana that she's evil and that teaming up with her will mean becoming a... space pirate? Which means you'll probably be doing a lot of morally questionable things... or just outright wrong. Still, on some level you realize you already knew that when you agreed to hear her terms. And besides... she is totally offering to fuck you and just <i>look</i> at those things!\n\n"I think that offer sounds pretty fair," you say slowly. "After thinking it over... yeah, I think we can make this work."\n\n"Excellent. Then let us consummate our agreement, and our union, dear Cypher," Arana coos, tapping the bottom of the bustier. The straps drop and the bottom falls off, letting her massive tits drop slightly and sway, still amazingly bouncy and high despite their size.\n\nYou stare for a moment, then tug at your suit, trying to find the clasp. As if responding to your sudden desire to get it off, it simply peels away, retracting into a single piece in your hands, the guns connected to it. You resist the urge to just toss it aside and actually set it down, before approaching the bed. Your body is a lot like your old one was, just a bit more lean muscle and an extra inch of cock jutting in front of you, giving you a full eight inches.\n\n"Mmm, you're well-formed," Arana notes as she turns over onto all fours and crawls to the edge of the bed, tits bobbling and swaying with every motion, the large, dome-shaped nipples capped by thick, long nubs. "Though my body has been modified to more thoroughly enjoy more... robust... lovers. What would you say to a bit of augmentation?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Augmentation? Well, okay.|BadCypher4x1]]\n\n[[Let's... leave everything as it is, alright?|BadCypher2x1]]

You yank and claw desperately at the jacket to try and get it off, shredding through leather and tossing it desperately at the male. He gives a yelp as whatever hit you apparently grazes him, making him release you and the both of you stumbling away from each other.\n\nYou recover to see him swiping and clawing at himself. Feeling a rush of anger in the aftermath of your pain, you hurl yourself at him, tackling him to the floor with your teeth already sinking into his throat. He claws and strikes at you as you taste sweet, hot, spicy blood flooding into your mouth and down your throat, but the taste only encourages you to clamp down harder. Eventually his struggles cease, and the flow of blood into your mouth slows. Raising your head and panting, you rise to your feet and turn towards the rest of the room.\n\n<b>BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM</b>\n\nYou stare in shock at the sight of Daniels and the large revolver in his hand, smoke wafting up for it as he ejects the cylinder and starts reloading. You can sort of distantly feel painful heat spreading all through you, but even that is fading as you topple backwards, staring up at the ceiling, and then at Daniels as he steps up to you, sorrow etched on his face as he brings the gun up to point at your face.\n\n"Sorry, love."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|Hellrise3xEnd]]

You check out the hotel, hmming thoughtfully. It's basically in the middle of nowhere, with little to do outside the hotel other than a handful of highly-rated local restaurants and little shops. A few towns of note are within about an hour's driving distance, but otherwise the ritzy hotel is the only real draw. A certain amount of isolation would certainly help on this little endeavor.\n\nYou take a glance at their rooms that are available within the next day or so. They do look quite nice, with large bathtubs and showers (which you can't help but notice certainly seem to have been designed with being sex-friendly in mind). Then you pause as you notice a particular vacancy, high up on the little building diagram. The honeymoon suite is open. Almost before you realize it you've clicked on the preview page. While most hotels simply use 'honeymoon suite' as a measure of size and luxury, this one definitely seems to have a distinct bridal theme to it. There's a lot of white satin, and even a mention of complimentary champagne, chocolate-covered strawberries, amenities, and... lingerie?! ... Oh my.\n\nYou glance towards the stairs, nibbling your lower lip. You're very, very tempted... though you can't help but wonder if taking Ken's virginity in such a lovey-dovey honeymoon suite wouldn't push this over the edge from a mother's duty to... something else.\n\n<hr>\n[[Regular room.|Marei]]\n\n[[Honeymoon Suite.|Marei11x2]]

You know... your first (and only) honeymoon was back before your husband's career really took off, and it was at a decent-ish hotel on an okay-ish beach. It was still wonderful and you cherish the memories of it, but... you want to experience the full treatement at least once! That's how you excuse it to yourself as you select the option for the honeymoon package, selecting the checkboxes for the all-expenses treatment and filling in the fields with your measurements, sizes, and preferences (both in lingerie and for the food and liquor to be stocked in the suite), then buy a couple of plane tickets. You stand and head for the stairs, intending to tell Ken to pack a bit warm considering the resort's location, when you're interrupted by your cellphone ringing. Blinking at the number, you tap the answer button and bring it to your ear. "Yes, hello?"\n\n"Hello! This is Natasha with Golden Luxury Resort, is this Marei Nyugyu?"\n\n"It is. Is there some problem with my reservation?"\n\n"No ma'am, we have you booked in for the honeymoon suite and are already starting to prep it for your arrival! We hope you and your husband have a lovely time with us. I'm just calling because I think you may have made a typo when inputting the measurements for our complimentary bridal lingerie. You input the chest and bra size as-"\n\nYou suppress the urge to sigh while she reads them off. "No, those are correct."\n\n"Ah... ma'am, just so you know, we can't really replace those once they've been made up, so I understand you may want to have a bit of fun at our expense, but-"\n\nYou rub at your forehead, then pinch the bridge of your nose. "Is this phone number connected to an email account you can access?"\n\n"Yes?" comes the confused answer. You hold your phone out and switch it to selfie mode, getting your arm as straight out in front as you can to get your full torso in before clicking the photo and attaching it to a text to the currently in-use number. When you bring the phone back to your ear you can hear a bit of typing... then dead silence for a few moments. When Natasha's voice comes back on, it's a bit strangled. "I am deeply, deeply sorry ma'am. I'm going to go ahead and comp you a set of every option of lingerie we have and put those through on a rush order for you. They'll be ready at your check-in time. Thank you very much for staying with us and we look forward to seeing you, have a good day." \n\nYou can't help but smirk a little as you put your phone away. You do have trouble finding bras, after all, so that's nice.\n\nThe next day, you and Ken land and take the short cab ride out to the small town where the resort is located. It's getting into the evening when you arrive, and deciding to avoid any questions, you suggest that Ken go next door to the small pizza restaurant and get an order started for the two of you while you check in. Once he's inside you trot into the resort, wheeling your bag and his behind you. The girl behind the desk (Natasha, to judge by the way she tries to go pale and blush all at once at the sight of you, and seems to immediately know that you're here for the honeymoon suite) checks you in, going over your card before assuring you that the suite has been fully stocked, and they've also added a few extras that normally aren't available for the standard package, please have a lovely time (and don't post about this on social media, is the implication). You smile and ask her to have the bags taken up, then for the room to be put on 'do not disturb' until further notice before heading back next door, your son already munching on a slice of pizza by the time you sit down.\n\nOnce you and Ken have finished (with him devouring most of the pizza), you head back over. As hoped, Natasha has made herself scarce, the replacement too busy with another guest to even notice you as you and your teenage son head for the elevators. "Huh, you have to use your keycard just to activate the elevator?" he asks as you swipe yours and hit the button for the dedicated entrance to the honeymoon suite.\n\n"Oh, you know how hotels are about security these days," you answer breezily as the elevator begins to move. When it opens up you stroll out into the room, marveling at how good the thick, cream-colored carpet feels even with shoes on, and just reveling at how pretty and sleek and shiny it all looks.\n\n"Whaaa? What the heck's with this room?" Ken asks, obviously having expected something much more like the hotels you usually stay in. "It's kinda... frilly. And there's only one bed!"\n\n"Oh, I forgot to mention, there was a problem with our room, so they upgraded us to the honeymoon suite before we even got here," you answer, still playing it casual, even as his ears start to color. "It's a very big bed, though, I'm sure it will be fine."\n\nKen looks like he wants to protest the idea of sharing the honeymoon suite with his mother. Hm. Probably better decide on your next course of action.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ease into things.|Marei]]\n\n[[Loosen him up.|Marei]]\n\n[[Pounce.|Marei]]

"No way, I can't actually be a demon, right?" you yelp, staring down at your bright red skin, your black-clawed hands, the black fur covering your legs below the knee and hooves for feet, and... and the absolute monster of a cock flopped over one of your thighs, showing off the hefty red balls settled between them.\n\n"Ah, no, I think you're actually a Tiefling," Koliel notes as you reach up and finger the horns growing from your forehead. "Someone descended from demons. ... Though I suppose technically you aren't descended from anyone since the reincarnation spell just creates a body?" She frowns thoughtfully, then shakes her head. "It's unfortunate that you might have to suffer prejudice for your appearance, but as said before once we reach Purnaster we should be able to have you returned to your normal sex and appearance, if you wish."\n\nYou slowly get to your fee-... er, hooves, trying to ignore the way your cock is hefty enough that you can feel it swaying around and bumping your thighs as you get up. You notice Koliel's eyes flick towards it, and you can't be sure but you think her face might turn slightly more red. Well, yours would too if you didn't currently share a complexion. You feel a strange tension behind you and glance over your shoulder at the spade-tipped tail flicking through the air. Yeah that figures. "So what now?" you ask, not bothering to try and cover yourself. It would be a futile gesture, and you find that despite the mild embarrassment of the situation, you don't actually feel that uncomfortable standing out in the open naked. \n\n"I can only cast Reincarnation once a day, even from the scrolls, so I'll revive the others over the next few days. It will take us quite some time to get back to Purnaster, unfortunately... the wyrm apparently either scattered or ate our horses, I wasn't really able to tell from how churned-up the area was and how quickly I moved on. Most immediately, I'd like to go to a nearby stream I can hear and apply some medicinal balm so I can cease being crimson."\n\n"Not quite as easy for me, but makes sense," you chuckle, receiving a sheepish nod of the head in return. You follow after her, luckily having no trouble moving on your differently-shaped legs. 'That's handy, I guess it's the same principle as when I got to this world in the first place,' you muse idly as the two of you arrive at the stream, Koliel shamelessly stripping off her already scanty gear and taking a small jar out of her bags. She wades in up to the knees before beginning to apply the stuff, smearing it over her breasts and belly, her skin where she spreads the oily balm quickly losing its irritated appearance and becoming soft and cream-colored again.\n\nYou watch her movements fairly shamelessly yourself, somehow completely lacking any sense of awkwardness at your voyeurism. In fact as your new cock begins to react, the somewhat equinoid shaft rising up and the flat-tipped head flaring around the edges, you simply reach down with one hand and begin stroking it, not even thinking about what you're doing. It just seems natural to shamelessly indulge your arousal as you watch the little show Koliel's putting on for you via acting like she's not putting on a show at all. You want her... in fact, you realize you could have her, there's something within you that you feel like you could fling it out towards her, confuse and dominate her mind, guarantee that she would do as you wish...\n\n<hr>\n[[Seduce her.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Ensorcel her.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Just jerk off.|GGMonk]]

"Hm, well, if you say so," you answer. It was, after all, Koliel's kindness that largely swayed your decision to join the group. Asking what room she's in, you then head upstairs and knock on the door. You hear a 'come in!' from within, and push open the door to step inside. "Hey, Koliel, it's m-" You blink, face going pink. "Er, sorry."\n\n"Hm?" Koliel looks up from the basin of water she's apparently been dipping the cloth she's rubbing behind her neck. She's gone from 'mostly naked' to 'all naked', her loincloth and other items all set atop the dresser next to the basin. Her dark brown hair, usually pulled up in a 'ducktail' in back, is currently loose and pulled to one side, teardrop-shaped breasts hanging down a bit from her slightly bent forward position. They also jiggle as she straightens up, dark red eyes sparkling. "Cyan! You decided to join us after all! Oh, come in, come in," she says, gesturing you further inside.\n\n"Yeah, I figured I'd stick with you guys, since you've been pretty good to me so far," you say a bit slowly as you hurriedly close the door after yourself. "Ah, did you want to get dressed, or...?"\n\n"I can if you like, but unless it really bothers you I'd rather not. Honestly I only wear anything at all out of a bit of a nod to the modesty most other races have, it's pretty uncommon to wear anything that isn't of pure utility back in the Springlands." She smiles and turns towards you, hands on her slim hips, apparently wanting to show just how little shame she has about her body... which you don't see why she should have any, you guess. Her boobs aren't super fantastically perfect like you might otherwise expect of an elf, but they are still <i>very</i> nice, and she doesn't seem to have any scars or markings other than the tattoo on her right upper arm. "So would you like to share the room? There's certainly space," she adds, gesturing around. You have to admit it's a pretty decent room for a pre-industrial society... not ultra-ritzy but fairly large and the bed's a decent size.\n\n"I was told you might like the company, yeah, so if it's okay with you?"\n\n"Of course." Koliel smiles, walking over to fold her arms around you in a hug. "I'm actually very happy, I was hoping I'd see you again."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hug her back.|GGMonk11x5]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|GGMonk]]

You pull yourself back a little, taking a few deep breaths. Self control, self control. If you can't exercise some self control, you'll wind up getting caught, and probably sooner rather than later. Someone could walk in and-\n\nWait, crap, that's right. Your dad is due back today! In fact if you recall, he's due home right about this time. Whew, that could have been... bad. You focus yourself, then pat your thigh. "C'mere, Bran, heel. I'll show you around." You grin as the dog immediately comes trotting over, a big puppy grin on his face as he looks up at you and loyally follows you through the house. You doubt he gets much out of the tour or your explanations of the various rooms, but you think it's a nice bonding experience. Afterwards you head out into the back yard to show him around a bit out there, and to play some fetch.\n\nEventually you pause in playing with the dog as your text tone goes off, a quick check of your phone showing a text from your father: 'Trip extended, details soon, love you.' On the one hand, you're a little depressed that you won't be seeing your father again today as planned, but, well, on the other it does make things a lot more convenient for you. You eye Bran thoughtfully as he wags his tail and bumps up against your leg lightly in encouragement to throw his ball again. Then you check the time... no, it's now too close to when your mother might be home. Better wait until tomorrow.\n\nYour mother does eventually arrive home, in a rather sour mood, though you can guess why. At first she's a little huffy on being introduced to Bran, but does seem to eventually cheer up a bit at seeing how sweet and personable the dog actually is, even stepping outside to play fetch with him for awhile herself. You guess dogs really are good for reducing stress. Pizza is apparently also good for stress, since your mother decides on that for dinner again, and downs a few beers with hers. Not her usual, but it does result in her retiring to bed a bit earlier than typical, which works out for you.\n\nYou'd already dressed for bed in the typical pajama pants and tanktop, and once you've assured yourself that the light is off in your mother's bedroom, you close the door to your room firmly and turn off your lights as well, flopping into bed before patting the mattress and whispering, "C'mere, boy!" Bran quirks his ears a bit, then leaps up onto the bed with you, watching with apparent interest as you wiggle out of your pajama pants. You might not be able to quite risk fucking him with your mother in the house, but something a bit easier to disengage from shoulde be manageable. You gently urge him into rolling into his back and staying there, then move to straddle him, starting to rub and tease at his sheath. Soon his cock is slipping out, red and shining and apparently quite nicely-sized, making you moan softly in eagerness as you slide your lips over it and start bobbing your head lightly, feeling it slide further into your mouth as he unsheaths.\n\nYou jump just a little and give a muffled noise of surprise around Bran's cock when his tongue begins lapping at your dripping pussy, the broad, flat thing sliding over your dripping folds purposefully. You hadn't really been expecting that when you got into this position, it just seemed the most convenient way to suck him off without letting him mount your face! But apparently he's such a good dog he intends this to be an actual sixty-nine, and you're hardly going to dissuade him! Just being able to get your hands (and mouth) on a dog cock again after a long week without had already had your pussy practically quivering, it doesn't take many licks from Bran to make you cum. He gets you off several times while you continue bobbing your head along his glistening red length, gently squeezing at his knot as he finally spills his load into your throat. After that you roll off of him, letting him get back onto his belly before redonning your pajama pants and snuggling up to him, the both of you curled up together.\n\nIn the morning your mother lingers about the house a bit longer than usual, so you go ahead and get dressed to have breakfast with her, Bran on his best behavior and staying back from the table so as not to give even the appearance of begging. Of course, once your mother's left for the day, you wait just long enough to be sure she won't turn back if she realizes she's forgotten something, then whistle for Bran and hurry up to your room. Hauling off your t-shirt to bare your tits, you settle down on your knees and give him a few kisses on the muzzle, allowing his return licks to slip into your mouth. Then you hurriedly squirm out of your jeans and panties, settling onto all fours and wiggling your ass (and your dripping pussy) at him, his ears perking in apparent delight. "C'mon, boy, mount up!"\n\nYou apparently don't need to tell him twice, Bran quickly leaping forward and onto your naked body, forelegs wrapping around your middle. He gives a few thrusts before finding your pussy and driving forward, with you moaning eagerly and rolling your eyes as you finally get dog-fucked again after all your waiting, work, and planning. You let your tongue loll out and orgasm repeatedly and without shame as Bran fucks you, his soft panting rushing over your ear, his tongue flicking against your ear and hair occasionally in affectionate licks. The fact that over the last 24 hours you've grown to absolutely adore him just makes it better and has your pussy spasming around his glistening canine cock, sucking it into you, encouraging him once he finally stuffs his knot inside and begins flooding you with his load.\n\nYou get plenty of chances to fuck him over the next week, though you try to limit it to the mornings most times, giving yourself a decent buffer of time so as not to get caught. Besides, it's a good chance to train the self control of your dog and, well, yourself, making sure he won't just pounce on you whenever he gets horny. You do notice your mother seems to be in a bad mood most of the time lately, but she neither takes it out on you nor shares what it is, so you decide to mind your own business.\n\nOne evening you're returning a bit late, having had a nice long run in the dog park with Bran (and having been tempted to revisit the little 'meeting spot' where you were first shown your dogslut-y ways, but ultimately deciding against), and expecting a bit of a scolding from your mother for not only being home after dinner time but having forgotten to text. Instead you find her slumped on the couch, and blink a bit at the bottle of vodka sitting on the coffee table and the glass in her hand. "Er, Mom, is everything okay?" you ask as you unclip Bran's leash.\n\n"... Your father's temporary holdover at the branch office after his convention visit has turned into a permanent reassignment," your mother says after a few moments of silence, sighing before she takes another sip from her glass. You're not a good judge but it looks like she's already fairly drunk, though not sloppy or angry. "We have to pack up and join him in Japan by the end of the week or they won't pay for it." She pauses, then adds a little darkly, "<i>If</i> we go to join him," before she takes another drink.\n\nYou stare at her as your brain tries to process everything. Well, that must be why the mood, it must have been becoming more obvious by the day that your dad wouldn't be coming home, and that he would be expecting you and your mother to drop your own lives and move to another country. Oh no, another country... the whole reason Bran was surrendered to the shelter was to avoid putting him through the awful quarantine conditions involved in moving a pet between continents. You'd have to leave him behind if you moved!\n\nYour brain almost instantly starts churning out alternatives, both conventional and... not so much. Perhaps it's your broadened horizons or the thrill you've learned to take from doing taboo things, but several of your ideas for solutions are, shall we say, unconventional. Your better sense says you should probably just accept the fact that you're moving to Japan and take Bran back to the shelter, but...\n\n<hr>\n[[Comfort your mother and accept moving.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Comfort your mother and urge her to bed.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Comfort your mother... with Bran's cock.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Seduce your mother.|GGDog]]

You decide you have no real philosophical objections to making better soldiers... after all, the wars still get fought anyway, may as well make it so that they can be fought a bit better and be over faster. And more people surviving is always a good thing, right? You decide to take the job with Thunderstrike, and begin packing up your apartment for your move to their facility in Canada.\n\nYou arrive at the airport and go the rest of the way by literal armored transport... well, it does have plenty of room in the back for all your things, after all. The nearest town is over 100 miles away, and the nearest town from <i>that</i> is over 250 miles away. You're not exactly going to be zipping into Toronto every weekend for the restaurants, but then you don't usually do that sort of thing anyway. If you're honest, living and working in the same place and away from the distractions of civilization suits you pretty well.\n\nOn your arrival at the base, you're greeted by a pretty younger woman with her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She smiles and offers her hand. "Hello there, doctor. My name's Samantha Aron, but you can just call me Sam. I was the one who contacted you about this job, and I've been assigned as your personal assistant."\n\n"It's nice to meet you, Sam," you reply, shaking her hand. "Tell me, are you my personal assistant, or my lab assistant?"\n\n"A little of both. I don't actually have a PhD, but I do have an engineering degree and a good memory, so I've learned a lot about what goes into these projects. I'm willing to assist you however I can, including being a test subject should the need arise."\n\nYou raise an eyebrow. "That displays a remarkable amount of trust, I think. You don't even know me, but you're willing to be a guinea pig for my projects? I'm not even sure that's ethical."\n\n"There is no innovation without risk, and I'm as willing to risk myself in the lab as I am on the battlefield. From what I've read about you, I doubt you'll endanger my life unnecessarily, so I'm willing to extend my trust."\n\n"I'm not sure if that will ever be truly necessary, but thank you." \n\n"Now, doctor, if you'll come this way. I'll show you to your rooms and then I'm supposed to give you a briefing on the current projects we've got underway here. You've been approved to join any of them you like, or even to start your own project if you'd prefer."\n\nYour rooms are a tad on the "functional" side, but you suspect it will seem a little better once you have all your own things unpacked (and maybe do a little ordering from Amazon). Sam shows you how the biometric activation works, then leads you down a few hallways to a presentation room. You settle in as she begins showing you a somewhat bare-bones powerpoint presentation.\n\n"First off there's the project codenamed [[Shango|TSplaceholder]]. In essence it's about making soldiers stronger, healthier, and more self-reliant. Mostly it's focused on gene therapy and genetic recombination."\n\n"Then there's project [[Thor|TSplaceholder]]. It's more a strictly engineering project, focused on the creation of powerful but preferably nonlethal weapons. I know it's not really in your field of specialty, but sometimes a new perspective is really helpful."\n\n"Project [[Lei Gong|TSplaceholder]] is focused on our PsyOps division. It's an attempt to create telepathic abilities such as mindreading by artificial means. We've had enough small successes to show that it's possible, we just haven't made it reliable or useful yet."\n\n"We've been working on project [[Taranis|TSplaceholder]] for quite awhile now. We're trying to develop things like powered armor and reactive weapons, but the problem keeps coming back to the man-machine interface. We're hoping a skilled biologist like you can help crack that."\n\n"Finally, there's project [[Raiden|TSplaceholder]], which is our cybernetics division. Cybernetics has been proceeding slowly but steadily as a science... we're hoping that by making machines act more like biological organisms, you can push them over the edge and not only return wounded warriors to the battlefield, but make them more combat effective than ever."\n\n"Of course, if none of those appeals to you, as I said you've been authorized to begin your own project, utilizing any data from the others that you care to. The next codename available is already on the list, so it would be called project [[Susanoo|TSplaceholder]]."

"This one looks pretty cool," you assert, pointing at the massive bird with its somewhat blocky wings spread. "Let's set up here."\n\nFor the rest of the evening it's mostly normal camp activities... setting up the tent, making a little area nearby for cooking and relaxing, making some boil-in-the-bag meals, and chatting about how nice the weather is. Though as you climb into the tent that night, you could swear you hear a distant rumbling, despite the sky having been completely clear all night.\n\nIt's pitch black when you open your eyes. You instantly know that you're dreaming, although despite this you don't seem to have any control over your body as you rise from your sleeping bag and slip out of the tent, walking across the ground on bare feet. 'I thought you were supposed to be in control during a lucid dream,' you muse calmly to yourself, feeling the cool night are on your naked skin, brushing gently over your body like an invisible lover's caress. It seems natural that you were naked when you got up and walked out of the tent, even though you were wearing sweats when you went in... everything still has that sort of disconnected, natural feeling that a dream has, even though you know you're dreaming.\n\nYou make your way through the forest, knowing exactly where you're going despite not having any idea. Though you can feel twigs crack, dried pine needles rustle, and stones press to the bottoms of your bare feet, none of it hurts. You emerge from the treeline and begin making your way up a bald hill, towards the enormous bird of prey awaiting you at the top. It's both real and not real seeming, its curves and angles marking it more as something carved of stone, but every inch of it is flesh and blood and feathers. You come to a stop before it and spread your arms, submitting yourself for its appraisal. It slowly lowers its head, massive scythe of a beak moving this way and that around your naked body, any little flick of its neck it might care to make capable of slicing you in half. Despite this you feel no fear, and that doesn't change even as the bird reaches forward, wrapping one massive foot around you before launching itself into the air.\n\nYou're completely surrounded by the smooth-armored toes of the creature, warm and gently moving with its flight, and you have the feeling that this must be what it's like to be inside an egg that's inside the great beast now carrying you. Indeed, when the movement stops, the darkness around you seems to just crack and fall away rather than being uncurled, and you find yourself standing on a perfectly flat mountaintop, the entire world and yet nothing but darkness spread out around you. Directly in front of you is the only light, a simple campfire flickering above the engraved wooden blocks fueling it. Across from the campfire is a teenage girl, clad in nothing but a few thin leather strips around her upper arms and thighs, most of them dangling feathers or strings of beads or even small animal skulls, a band of white fur around her head, and paint here and there on her body, including a bright crimson thunderbird across her breasts. An old rifle is leaned up against a rock next to her, and she continues to grind a short, blunt length of wood into a stone bowl as you approach and sit down across from her, realizing as you do that she looks exactly like you.\n\n"Where am I?" you ask after a moment, since you don't seem to know what to do anymore.\n\n"Right where you were, nowhere at all, and everywhere at once," the girl who looks like you answers, raising her eyebrows, then giving you a small, knowing smile. "It's a dream after all, isn't it?"\n\n"Is it?" you ask, frowning.\n\n"It is. And it's more. You've come to me across distance and time while staying right where you are because as you are now, you are empty. You have no name, and instead you wear mine, for I am the Red Tail. When I showed my age I went to the calling site and slept upon the thunderbird stone. The thunderbird who came to show me to my ancestors was as red as a ripe berry and had a tail as bright and long as that of a star falling to earth, a thing that had never been seen... my father knew when I told him that it was the thunderbird itself who was my name, that I was destined to dwell in the dream when I was gone. And here I am."\n\nYou turn all that over for a bit. "So it's not just that I slept on the stone... I was drawn to you specifically because you're my... ancestor, and because I'm Samantha Redtail?"\n\nRed Tail smiles again, though there's something wolfish, part angry and part sad to the set of her mouth and eyes. "When our ancestors came to this land, we brought many things with us. The people we found here had no gods, they worshiped the sky and the stars, the river and the waters, but they put no gods in any of these things. Others who arrived with us had gods, but they were trapped in bones, in the land, in the trees, or they had gods that did not listen to them, that did not come when they were called, some that even tormented them without cause. The Deviloka, our gods were in the animals, in the ground, in the air, and we spoke to them as easily as each other, as equals. Gods that were not ours but that we had truck with would descend from the sky on gleaming ships made of things we had no words for yet, to parlay with us and do our bidding if we paid their price. Too we could speak to old things, old things from before any of us. With our gods and our weapons of flint and our fellow landwalkers we slew the godless savages we found and made this land ours. We found a sort of balance with the others... the Deviloka were few in number, unable to hold more than a bit of land as ours and ours alone, but we had our gods and the things we spoke to that obeyed us, so the other tribes knew that more than the occasional short fight was folly, that to harass the Deviloka was to find fates worse than death in battle. We lived and we thrived here.\n\n"And history turned, and the sun rose into the same position, and those from far away came, at first a few bearing nothing more than their own gods, their own spirits, their own magic and dreams. But then as we had done they came in numbers, bearing weapons for which we at first had no names, making their new alliances and bit by bit, they took the land we had taken so long ago. With them they brought many new demons, demons that laughed at the offerings we had made to our own and mocked us if we tried to have truck with them, forcing us to learn new ways of alliance, a thing we had not had to do in thousands of years. And as we learned, the new conquerers pushed in, cut off the old ways, and showed the power of the demons they had created themselves." Her mouth twists in a wry smile. "Government. Bureaucracy. Demons that would not answer us or be moved no matter what the offering was. And so when I arrived where they said my home would be, far from the spirits I had built power with and already traded many things to for their names and bonds, they asked my names, and just like that, my children also became 'Red Tail'. They had already had their own names, but for some time now the rest of my line has been given nothing but mine." She shrugs her shoulders. "Still, maybe they were on to something. You are here, before me, our words carry to each other more strongly than any who has come to speak to me from the world of flesh before."\n\nYou sit absorbing all of that for awhile... you're not sure how long, minutes, decades, eons. Finally, though, you're forced to ask the question you have no answer for. "So what does it all mean for me?"\n\n"You are empty, and this means that there will always be something missing in your life. Had you walked another path, many other things may have tried to find their way to fill that emptiness inside you, taken advantage of it to seize your spark. But now you have entered the Dream, been carried by the thunderbird, your choice is now your own. If you turn back and return to waking with nothing more said or done, your life will be your own... an ordinary, quiet life, which will leave no mark or change on the world. The last of the power and glory of our people will fade from your blood, and you will be a being of flesh only, to live and die as one of billions."\n\nYou can't help but feel a little delicate shudder down your back at some vaguely existential horror at the idea. "What's my other option?"\n\n"To walk the Dream. To go forth into the wilds of all the thoughts of the people, and there find the one whose name you will take. Have a care," Red Tail continues as you glance out into the darkness beyond. "Had you been raised to our ways, you would have been subtly prepared all your life to walk the Dream. You, though, have never known the wild out or in, you have never experienced excitement beyond mortal measure, or spoken to the land. You will be alone and untrained as you walk in what is perhaps the most wild and grasping place in existence. But what you find there none can take from you, if you are strong enough and smart enough and wise enough to seek it out."\n\nYou look from the fire to the darkness and back again several times. "... No third option, I guess?" you ask quietly, giving Red Tail a wan smile.\n\nShe's silent for a few ages of the world, before saying, "Yes, there is a third." At your slight start, she stares at you, and you realize her eyes are black... not just dark, but black. "You could give your existence to me."\n\n"... I don't understand," you whisper, leaning back a bit.\n\n"You do. You just don't want to. You are empty, but you bear my name... I could fill you. Become you. Accept your future. Arise as you in the waking world, and use my knowledge to in some small way return what was lost to the mortal lands."\n\n"Yeah," you murmur, staring at her now. "And what would happen to me?"\n\n"Part of you would always be there, in me. Your memories, your experiences. 'Samantha Redtail' would continue to be in the world, to speak and be heard, acknowledged as such. But it would be Red Tail's destiny, Red Tail's wisdom, Red Tail's choices you would make." She hesitates, only briefly, before adding, "You would become just a part of me."\n\n"... And if I did that... made that sacrifice..." You pause, but Red Tail nods, apparently agreeing with the word. "You'd try to bring the Deviloka back?"\n\n"I would. But don't let it weigh too heavily on you," Red Tail continues, shrugging easily. "Regrets and longing are the place of the living, and those who are now dead are beyond them. We did not live for the sake of those who were dead, despite acknowledging and respecting them, and you are under no such burden. Some of what is dead was always meant to be dead, and it may be that our time in this world was at an end and that is why we are gone. Or it may be that it is time for us to rise anew. But it is your choice to make, nameless child of my blood... though our people might have shared bonds of blood, love, or honor, each Deviloka still lived for themselves before all others, and that is what you should do. If you would accept giving me your destiny, let it be of a desire from your own heart, not the weight on your shoulders."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wake up.|Dream]]\n\n[[Walk the Dream.|Dream1x1]]\n\n[[Let Red Tail have your existence.|Dream]]

Really, one's a sample, but two is stealing, right? Or something. Whatever, it makes you feel better about sneaking some if you're practicing restraint. You slip the little chocolate orb out of the case and quickly pop it into your mouth, biting down.\n\nHm! These definitely must be different, you think, because though at first there's that same crunch you get from the dried-out malt of the usual thing, the moment it touches your tongue the stuff literally melts in your mouth, smoothing around and coating it, even seeming to expand a bit. You crunch through the little bits still covered by the chocolate, feeling the stuff melt further, mingling with the chocolate as well. 'Really does taste like milk too, that high-end stuff in the bottle that we got once,' you muse as you swallow the last of it.\n\nYou're just considering actually using the scoop to buy a bunch of them when you feel a heat growing in your chest... well, not your chest, you realize, but specifically your breasts. You give a soft 'mmf' as your nipples stiffen up until the pressure is almost painful... but that pressure is spreading through the rest of your breasts. "The heck?" you grunt aloud, before giving a yelp as your breasts suddenly expand in a short, quick bursts, your shirt getting pulled up your midriff as the fabric stretches further over your chest, your tits jiggling lightly just from the speed of growing a cup size in less than a second. "Fuck!" you yelp as you see that they're still growing, just more slowly and steadily now, your nipples growing thicker and longer beneath the black fabric.\n\n"Oh dear, someone sampled the candy~," comes a sing-song voice from the front.\n\nThere's just a bit of fear of authority that shoots through you, but is rapidly replaced by concern for your current situation. Your tits don't seem to be slowing down, and that feeling of being tight and having a great deal of pressure pushing on them from inside is only growing. You raise your hands, but stop as you realize you have no idea what to do with them, just staring down at your breasts as they quickly grow larger than your head with no signs of stopping. Your shirt keeps stretching out, until it's drawing up over the undersides of your ever heavier tits. Eventually it gives up and half-tears, half pops up over them, spilling your massive mammaries free and letting them wobble... with an almost audible sloshing sound. The motion is enough to make you stagger a little, sticking your hands out for balance... then teetering as they give another sudden quick expansion outward, making you yelp again as you topple forward.\n\nYou strike right on your tits, expecting it to hurt, and there's some of that especially with how tense and tight they'd been feeling... but the impact also causes heavy gushes of milk to squirt out from your now several inches long nipples, flying through the air to splatter on the tile of the floor. Even that slight lessening of the pressure is enough to make you moan loudly in a bit of relief so strong it can only be called pleasure, your body shuddering a little. You try to stand, but your steadily larger... and now, it's obvious to you, more full... breasts are too heavy and unwieldy for you to find the proper leverage. Instead they just keep growing, and growing, gradually lifting you further off the floor. Now almost frantic to further relieve the pressure, you begin pressing on them and rubbing them, encouraging more milk to spurt out, further making yourself moan. You're practically lifted into a standing position... or rather, mostly bent-over position as your tits get bigger and bigger, your panties and the crotch of your jeans gradually becoming soaked through even from the bits of milk you're able to urge out of yourself. By the time they finally stop, the toes of your sneakers are barely touching the ground, and there's a small, steady trickle of milk dribbling from your six-inch nipples.\n\n"Somebody got into my MILK Duds, hm?" a woman's voice says from behind you, though you can't quite crane your head properly to see her from this angle... you find it hard to look away from the giant orbs of your tits resting on the tile floor in front of you anyway. "Well this is what happens when you 'sample' rather than buying or asking to try, you get way more than you bargained for."\n\n"Nnnh... ah, p-please, I'm sorry..." you whimper. "I'm sorry, just... just milk me, please... please, milk me, I need to be milked so bad, please..."\n\n"Wellllllll... alright! But first, I think I'm going to enjoy myself, since you've put yourself in such a nice position for me," the voice coos. You can feel hands working the button and zipper of your jeans, hauling them and your panties down and off your legs along with your boots, leaving you naked in the middle of the store, balanced atop your enlarged boobs. You feel hands gripping your waist, and then moan loudly as a long, fat cock pushes into your dripping pussy and starts to pump into you. "Mmmm, there, that's nice, a little restitution for the extra stress and effort I'm going to have to go to because of you," the cock's owner practically purrs as they begin pumping into you, each thrust pushing you forward against your huge tits, your body pressing into them and causing milk to squirt forward.\n\n"Nnh, nnh, ah, ah!" Your eyes roll in a combination of the pleasure of being fucked, but it's almost overwhelmed by the relief-pleasure of getting even that much more milk out, your pussy trembling and squirting around the pumping prick stroking into it. "P-please, yes, fuck me all you want, just milk me, milk me, mmm, nnh, milk me, milk me," you plead and moan, your increasingly slutty noises mingling with your pleas as your mind is steadily overwhelmed. "Nnh, ah, milk me, annh, milk mmmm, milk, milk, milk, milk!" you babble, even as that cock thrusts into you and throbs hard.\n\n"Ahhhh... alright, alright, my little life support system for tits, I'll milk you... and make sure to give you lots more 'milk' too, for a long, long time~!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGCandy1bxEnd]]

Kovam actually seems like a pretty cool guy, Koliel's an absolute sweetheart, Hurgen appears to have a really good heart under his gruff exterior, and Jor... ... you're sure Jor isn't as bad as he seems. Maybe. Probably. Anyway taken all together they've been nothing but decent to you from the word 'go' and even if they are on a rather foolhardy path, you'd feel bad leaving them to walk it alone. No, you'll stick by them for now, and if you are all going to your deaths... well, going up against a dragon is a pretty metal way to end it, yeah?\n\nYou ask a few of the more reputable-seeming people around you how to get to the Fancy Horse Inn and start making your way there. Eventually you spot it, the sign not having any lettering but a very fancy horse on it indeed, one of the sorts with all sorts of barding and its mane done in those little... is it still a 'manbun' if it's on a horse? You don't know what they're called. Anyway, you're making your way towards the entrance when rough, braying laughter from several people (but a bit low down) catches your attention. You turn to notice a lot of metal clanking around in the street nearby... metal that's being worn by dwarves, that is, four of them. One is Hurgen, who's standing there silently, his face a bit ruddy and a deep scowl on his lips, while the other three are guffawing. You're guessing from the similar look of them, the way most are balding on top but with thick black-brown hair and the similar style of their braids and armor, they're probably all from the Coalash mountains.\n\n"Hurgen Elffucker, that's what they call you back home!" one of the laughing one says. "Shame of Coalash, that's another popular one!"\n\nYou'd expect Hurgen to just beat the shit out of the guy for that, but he's just... standing there, glowering, silent.\n\n<hr>\n[[Intervene.|GGMonk11x2]]\n\n[[Leave it be.|GGMonk]]

"Well, I live on this planet too, so of course I'm concerned about it," you answer, thinking over what you remember of Shinra from the game, and some scraps that the sim seems to have fed you. "But more than that, Shinra squashes people's rights and conquers other countries. I'd rather fight them so I can choose to live free of them than over vaguer issues like the environment."\n\nBarret doesn't look 100% enthusiastic about your answer, but he does look pleased enough, nodding along at a few points. Jessie glances over her shoulder during it and gives you a grin, and you think you even see Cloud focusing on you with a less intense scowl than before. So it looks like you managed to give an answer that didn't blow any one person away, but still won you at least some points with everyone.\n\nThe elevator stops and you continue on through the reactor, along a few very unsafe walkways and down some ladders, eventually arriving at the main reactor access point. Barret, apparently still uncertain of Cloud's loyalties, passes him the bomb and demands he set it up, the blonde man shrugging derisively before stepping forward... then halting, a stricken look briefly coming over his face and a shudder running through his body. Wait, that's right, he's having some sort of... flashback, or something, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to comfort him.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Just let him be.|FF7F1x4]]

"Erica," you say aloud, the name blinking and the window disappearing as everyone settles back into motion. "Erica Clash, ex-MAGE."\n\n"Nice to meet you, I'm-"\n\n"We don't have time for this," Cloud cuts in, still scowling lightly. "We have a mission to accomplish."\n\nGeez, touchy. You follow after him as he heads into the reactor, Barret growling about how he doesn't trust either of you and plans to follow you the entire time to make sure neither of you betray them. The three of you make your way through the various levels of the reactor, eventually winding up somewhat crowded into an elevator with the sole other female on the team, who seems to be hunching in close to the controls to avoid attracting any negative attention.\n\n"Pretty weird ta be workin' this with ex-SHINRA goons," Barret grumbles. "Besides, I thought SOLDIER and MAGE hated each other. Half expected th' two of you ta be at each other's throats'n'shit."\n\n"... I don't care about things like that," Cloud says, folding his arms over his chest. "I'm just here for my pay."\n\n"The planet's dyin', Cloud!" Barret shouts, shaking his (flesh and blood) fist in the air.\n\n"Not my problem."\n\nPractically trembling with anger, Barret just glares at Cloud for long moments before looking at you. "How 'bout you, huh? You feel the same way? You just get outta MAGE to get a bigger payday as a mercenary, huh?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Yeah, that's right."|FF7F]]\n\n[[Be idealistic.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Be pragmatic.|FF7F1x3]]

Okay, this is a magic-using character, best to use magic. Let's see, casting always had a motion they used in the game, so as long as you're consistent with the one you use the sim should pick up on that you're trying to cast magic... at least, that's how you'd program it! You raise your arm at the elbow and sweep it in a circular motion in front of you and out to the side, then thrust your palm towards the human guard while shouting, "Bolt one!"\n\nTo your relief (and pleasure), crackling blue and purple electricity shoots from your hand and flies through the air, slamming into the red-clad guard and flinging him backwards to turn into red energy and dissipate. You're kind of relieved at that... you'd much prefer a lack of realistic scorch marks and flesh burns as a result of your attacks. Then you yelp as the guard dog dashes forward and bites at your leg, a flash of pain coming from the spot before the beast abruptly leaps back to the spot where it was standing. The pain's gone just as quickly as it happened, but you notice your HP bar is lower. A glance down shows there's not even a hole in your tights where the dog bit you. Yeah, this sim is definitely running on the full turn-based combat of the original game. Again, that's fine by you... you'd rather not limp around with a bleeding dog bite until you found a Potion.\n\nDoing your best to repeat the earlier motion exactly, you thrust your hand towards the guard dog and shout "Bolt one!" again. Another blast of lightning, another flicker and dissolve of red energy, and the platform is now clear of enemies. You give a somehow instinctive twirl of your staff and pose a bit with hip and chest jutted once you've swept it down to the side, and watch a menu pop up showing a meager trickle of XP and AP, as well as informing you that you've picked up a Potion and an Ether. You blink at that, then notice that your menu is still floating a bit to one side, though it just has your name, HP, MP, and a down-pointing arrow on it. You reach out and tap the arrow, and it shows you the menu you saw before, though 'Escape' has been replaced by 'Item', and below that 'Setup'. You tap 'Item' and find that you do in fact have three potions, two ethers, 200 gil, and something called a 'Mako Focus'. Hm, you'll have to look at that later. Tapping setup brings up a somewhat more extensive menu... you can't seem to move more than your head and arm while the menu's open, so the game's apparently 'paused'. But it looks like this is where all the other functions will eventually be, like changing equipment and party members and such.\n\nClosing the menu back to its basic form, you hurry forward and down the platform steps, to where the small assemblage of AVALANCHE members is waiting patiently. The skinny guy lifts his head and calls, "Oh, hey new girl! We were just doing introductions! Or, well, Cloud was telling us his name. You're...?"\n\nThey all freeze, and you notice that the space under your name on the basic menu has turned into a dashed line. Ah, so 'Erica' is just the default, you can change it to something else. Well, you don't really have a problem with it... although you could always put in something goofy or silly, that would amuse you to hear the characters say all the time as if it were completely normal. Also don't some games unlock extra options or jokes if you put in certain names?\n\n<hr>\n[["'Erica'."|FF7F1x2]]\n\n[["Heh, 'Tits McGee'.|FF7F]]\n\n[["Oh, 'God' is fine.|FF7F]]\n\n[["lol, 'Slut'.|FF7F]]

Let's see, names and more info for these "mixed" centaurs. Apparently they're actually viewed as something of a, well, <i>mixed</i> blessing in centaur tribes, since they tend to combine a lot of traits of both sexes. They get both male and female charisma (equating to a rather large CHA bonus), the physical benefits of both (male muscle mass with more feminine streamlining, meaning both a STR and DEX boost), naturally skilled at both intimidation and diplomacy, they don't have to sleep much, they have longer lifespans...\n\n'Man, someone sure wanted it to be attractive to play their lewd fantasy,' you think with a literal snort, stamping one of your back hooves, which makes your large bare tits wobble some as well as some other jiggling you can feel further back under your lower half. Your tail flicks as you continue reading...\n\n... wait.\n\nYou blink a few times, raising your head, then lifting the book away from yourself to look down... at the pair of rather spectacular, completely uncovered breasts now attached to your chest. But what's more, you can see through the cleft of them down past your waist... and where that blends into a horse's body, including long, strong legs leading down into hooves with thick tufts of fur surrounding the tops of them. You look back at yourself... yep, that's definitely a horse's butt, with shiny black hide, and a thick braided tail with the tuft at the end dyed half blue. From the weight and the feel of something brushing your bare back when you turn your head, your hair's quite a bit longer and probably done in a similar style. And, well... while you're not exactly able to get a good look, the feeling of something moving between your hind legs whenever you shift or stamp a hoof, combined with what you were reading about, gives some hints as to your lower half's... disposition.\n\n"What the hell?" you whisper aloud, closing the book and staring at it. Except the cover is now plain brown leather, with the embossed title reading 'On Centaurs'. You stare at it with your jaw agape, but it's not exactly hard to figure out what's happened to you. You were reading about a particular sort of creature that exists in a fantasy world... now you <i>are</i> that particular sort of creature. And since you're not standing in a library anymore, but on grass and amongst some trees, you can probably also assume you're in that fantasy world too. \n\nYou hear something a bit distant, and while your ears don't quite twitch with it, it's close. (You raise a hand up to touch them... they're bordering on 'Lodoss' elf ears but not quite that long. Maybe more 'How Not To Summon A Demon Lord'.) You step forward, trying not to be distracted by your boobs bouncing, quickly finding yourself beside a road. You lean forward a bit and peer down it, quickly spotting a quartet of mounted figures in the distance. They're still a little far off to make out a ton of details, but you're surprised by just how much you can... there's what looks like a human girl with long, tousled brown hair and glasses, wearing rather eclectic clothing. Actually they all seem to be women, though the one riding beside her is bigger than a lot of guys you've met, broad-shouldered and well-muscled, her oiled skin a rich copper color with a faint gleam of green to it (putting you in mind of a penny that's somehow both patinaed and polished at the same time), wearing scattered pieces of armor that still leaves a fair bit bare. A very scantily-clad blonde elf with a quiver and bow slung at her back. And finally a rather odd-looking woman dressed in black and white robes with edgings in a number of different colors, her braided hair white on one side and black on the other, who's riding not a horse but... is that a reindeer? \n\nIn any event, they definitely look like an adventuring party, and they'll be on you in a minute or two.\n\n<hr>\n[[Introduce yourself.|GGSMCent1x1]]\n\n[[Hide and let them pass.|GGSMCent]]\n\n[[Attack!|GGSMCent]]\n\n[[Get your dick wet.|GGSMCent]]

"Looks like something went down at the reactor plant, yeah," you answer, giving her a casual smile. "Tell you what, why don't you sell me a couple of flowers so your night's not a complete bust, then head home, huh? Just to be safe?"\n\n"Oh, thank you, that's very kind of you." Aerith smiles and produces about six of the flowers, asking five gil for them. (Hey, you even got a free one, not bad.) She then turns and hurries off, with you discretely checking out her butt in that tight pink dress. Hm, yeah, that's probably nicer than her chest, to be honest. \n\nYou catch up to the others at the train, eventually making your way back to Sector Seven and following along with the others a bit behind to Seventh Heaven. You enter after Cloud, spotting Tifa almost immediately (you and she look like you could share bras, so not bad yeah), and a small girl hiding behind Tifa. You grin some as she peeks out, actually coming out a little as she spots you... apparently you're not as intimidating as Cloud. "Hey, Marlene," you greet as Barret comes in behind you. "Check out what I got for the bar," you continue, producing the small bundle of flowers from your inventory and watching as her eyes widen. She comes rushing over and you hand them to her. "Why don't you put those in some water and set them somewhere you and Tifa can see them?"\n\n"'Kay!" she chirps, and you notice that you seem to have won some points again with the others... well, you have no clue if Cloud appreciates your cheering her up, his face is still a mask. The meeting eventually moves to the secret room downstairs, where you mostly stay quiet through the ensuing argument between Barret and Cloud, waiting until they all come back down and Cloud takes over training on the punching bag. Tifa approaches you, smiling awkwardly. \n\n"Ah... Erica, I'm sorry, but we had to promise Cloud a bit of a bonus. I'm not sure if we have enough to pay the both of you right away, but I promise if you wait awhile..."\n\n"It's fine, I'll trust you to be good for it," you answer, since you're not sure how interesting this sim would be if you quit over not getting paid immediately. Tifa looks relieved and thanks you several times, and gradually everyone seems to start winding down and getting ready to sleep. As you yourself are finding a spot, though, a popup window appears.\n\n'Your Mako Focus has begun to lose charge! This unique item retained from your days with MAGE is what allows you to have an expanded MP pool and to regenerate MP without items, as well as various other effects. It can only be recharged by absorbing a specific kind of Mako energy... that present in living beings. To that end, the Mako Focus is capable of reshaping itself to assist pleasurable sex with either a male or a female. Please engage in sexual intercourse using the Mako Focus within the next twenty-four hours to avoid loss of abilities.'\n\nYour jaw drops a bit. So that's what it is?! It's some sort of... "mana transfer" device, to use the Fate/ term?! You have to fuck someone while using it or you'll lose your special abilities?! ... Well, it is a sex sim. You guess you better consider how to address this.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck someone now.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Wait.|FF7F]]

Cloud's pretty invested in his 'tough guy' thing... trying to comfort him in front of Barret would probably just make him feel worse. When Barret starts to snap, you raise a hand and shake your head, instead saying a bit more gently, "Hey, Cloud, we need to go."\n\nCloud's head jerks a little, but then he simply nods and attaches the bomb to the reactor, apparently to Barret's satisfaction. Once he steps away, though, the alarm goes off, and almost immediately the massive mechanized guard trundles out. Luckily between Barret's gun, Cloud's sword, and your Bolt spells, you make quick work of it, since the bomb is already ticking. The three of you rush up, Cloud pausing briefly to yank Jessie's foot out of a rut and you grabbing her wrist to help yank her up a ladder faster, all of you making it out before the explosion goes off behind you.\n\nOnce all of you are out of the immediate reactor area, Barret advises that you split up, Cloud giving you a brief look before heading in the opposite direction you were glancing in. You're not entirely sure whether you're growing on him or if he's coming to hate you even more or what. Either way you head off towards the nearby streets, doing your best to stroll around casually despite the large metal staff slung on your back.\n\n"Oh, excuse me, do you know what's going on?"\n\nYou turn towards the voice, and blink. Oh, that's unexpected... somehow you expected Cloud to be having this encounter offscreen. Instead Aerith is standing right in front of you, the pink-clad woman looking at you with concern. She's pretty nice-looking in person... her hair and face lend her that 'sweet and kind' demeanor, her expression is curious and sincere... body's not bad, either. You do chance a very quick glance down to see that her chest isn't exactly modest, but then your current form still kind of puts her to shame.\n\n<hr>\n[[Gently urge her on her way.|FF7F1x5]]\n\n[[Cozy up to her.|FF7F4x1]]\n\n[[Tell her to fuck off.|FF7F]]

Feeling annoyed by the interruption, you answer the phone and listen to the polite inquiry by the voice on the other end, then make a flippant comment about how you're not interested in working for the corrupt military-industrial complex. The person on the other end is cool, polite, and makes a rather cutting reference to a prior project of yours working on a flu cure that wound up getting locked in a vault by the company.\n\nThe argument just escalates from there, quickly discarding pretensions of calm and collected and turning into an ideological shouting match. Half of the things coming out of your mouth aren't even things you necessarily believe, you're just angry now and have a need to be <i>right</i>. At some point you start to think that the woman you're talking to isn't just another member of the HR department... they seem far too invested in defending their company's honor. But you've worked up too good a head of steam to think rationally about the argument anymore, so both of you continue long after the point of good taste.\n\nFinally, the woman says, her voice cold, "Don't worry, doctor, you've made your position and intentions towards us entirely clear. We can continue this some other time." Then the line closes. You're left staring at your phone, slowly realizing just what you've done, and the ominous potential meanings of those final words.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have made an enemy of the Thunderstrike PMC. This will influence your approach to things at your father's lab, and occasionally you may see a "(Thunderstrike.)" option in the branch choices. Choosing this will cause the inevitable Thunderstrike assault to occur at that point.|IPLB1x2]]

"Let's take a spontaneous little trip together," you suggest with a bright smile, leaning back a little and ruffling his hair. "A mini-vacation, just you and me." \n\nHe blinks, but perks up a bit, obviously excited at the idea of something so unplanned. "Okay, where to?"\n\n"Not sure yet." You ruffle his hair, then stroke down the back of his head and neck, making him shiver just a little. "Tell you what, go grab your bag and start packing basic essentials for a week, here in a few minutes I'll call up to tell you what else to pack."\n\n"Okay, sure!" he hops up and zips upstairs, perhaps putting your behavior down to being excited about the trip. And certainly you are by this point, though you're mostly excited by getting him somewhere you can have him all to yourself for an extended period without any nosey busybodies just over the fence.\n\nSitting down at your desk, you open your laptop and start browsing through various sites and email offers you've gotten. Price isn't particularly an object... your husband left you very well-off, and even if this got expensive, making sure Ken's, ah, 'marital training' goes well is definitely worth dipping into the emergency fund a little bit if necessary.\n\nHm, let's see, one of the most obvious ways to get away from it all would be to go [[camping|Marei9x3]] out in the great northwest somewhere. There are various campgrounds that are highly rated and commented on for having miles and miles of open territory between camping grounds or cabin lots. That's a lot of wild country to assure a barrier from prying eyes while you're busy taking your son's virginity and teaching him to be a man.\n\nOf course the exact opposite of that would be a [[beach resort|Marei10x1]]. You find one that's rated very highly on discretion and openness, though it's for adults and couples only. Well, that wouldn't be very hard to get around... Ken already has your last name, and you know just who to talk to for fake identification. (You may have been a goody-two-shoes all your life but that doesn't mean you don't know some baddy-no-shoes.)\n\nLet's see, you also have an offer from a brand new [[luxury hotel|Marei11x1]]. It's not anywhere particularly interesting, but you like the list of services, and the early reviews all talk about how quiet it is in the rooms. That likely means solid construction and good soundproofing, so no one in any adjoining rooms will hear your son moaning as he pounds your pussy. Good thought.\n\nOr, well, there's always a [[theme park|Marei]]. Not exactly the most adult destination, but it would probably be the most fun for Ken. Let him have a last good childhood hurrah in the midst of his transition to manhood. You admit you kind of like the idea of that... roller coasters and cotton candy during the day, you bouncing on his cock at night.

Hm. It might be better to ease into this, don't want to spook him. Besides, it will be even more of a confidence booster if he feels that he was just so handsome and manly that his own mother couldn't keep her hands off him. (Which... is sort of true, you suppose.) Smiling and letting it take on just a bit of a sultry tone, you move over to his chair, leaning forward some. Your breasts press against the back of his head, squooshing just a bit around the sides but still held in place by your shirt. You run your hands along his shoulders and then down over his chest a bit, simple affectionate gestures, but the press of your tits and the slight slowness of the stroking soon has him blushing and squirming in his seat. "I don't want you to just go running off today," you murmur warmly. "We should spend some time together this summer."\n\n"Um, okay, sure," he answers, obviously fighting not to squirm more as you run your hands along his upper arms. "What'd you have in mind?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Swimming.|Marei13x1]]\n\n[[Shopping.|Marei12x1]]\n\n[[Short vacation.|Marei9x2]]

That's just too far! That's... that's dangerous! That's... no! Halfway between howling in fury and sobbing in frustration and somehow managing not to do either, you drop the shirt and rush out the door, hurrying to your truck and setting off for Saya's place.\n\nYou rush up the stairs and to the door of her apartment once you arrive, pounding a fist against it. "Saya! Saya, open up! It's too much! Saya!" you call, at this point too frazzled to care that tears are streaking down your cheeks.\n\nYou're actually a little surprised when the door opens and Saya's standing there, wearing jeans and a comfy-looking pink turtleneck sweater, eyeing you coolly as she rests one hand on the door and the other on her hip. "Well don't you have quite the nerve on you? You go and be an obedient little worm all week, making me think there might actually be hope for you, and then you go and pull a stunt like this. Just what are you thinking?"\n\n"It's... it's too much." You sniffle, almost hiccuping a little bit. "You can't just... you can't just make me kiss random people... I haven't even... I haven't even... plus what if someone... what if they..."\n\n"... Oh, for..." Saya puts a hand to her face, sighing deeply, then steps back and points commandingly. "Inside."\n\nLetting your head droop, you obey, slumping into her apartment, meek once again as you stand and nervously rub your thumbs together. Saya closes the door and turns to face you, folding her arms. "First of all, I'll have you know I was going to have someone escort you in case anyone tried to take it too far. I may be a manipulative, petty, cruel dominatrix, but I'm not a complete monster. Second, you have <i>too</i> been kissed before, dumbass."\n\nYou blink at her, then your cheeks flush. "Um. Oh. Right. I..." You squirm around a little. "... A lot of that's a blur, I was... ... drunk..."\n\n"Yes, I'm aware, I <i>got</i> you drunk as part of teaching you a lesson." She narrows her eyes at you until you slump again, then rolls them once more and lets out a huff. "Oh, fine, fine, maybe I took it a little too far. If it's got you <i>this</i> worked-up maybe it's time to end it early. It's only fun if you willingly go along with it."\n\n"W-willingly?!" you splutter, head snapping up. "You locked my dick in a cage! You said you'd destroy the key if I didn't do what you say! I couldn't get it off without humiliating myself!"\n\n"... You know doctors have a code of confidentiality, right?" she replies, quirking one eyebrow. "You could have just made an appointment with one, told them what the problem is, and they'd arrange for someone with a medical saw to remove it, I told you that it's mostly the locking mechanism and associated parts that are titanium. They wouldn't be allowed to tell anyone about it either, it would be illegal. If you really wanted it off, that would have been way less embarrassing than going to a restaurant with a vibrator in your ass, or announcing to a whole store that you wanted pretty panties."\n\nYou open your mouth... then close it. That's right, despite everything Saya told you to do, somehow you always assumed it was better than just telling someone. Does that mean... does that mean that you were actually cooperating? While your head's swimming with that, Saya continues.\n\n"Don't blame yourself, I deliberately did my best to lead you into thinking that obeying me was your only option. The point was that if you <i>really</i> wanted it off you would have either confronted me like this or done something to get rid of it. But, we've reached that point, so I guess this is where the fun ends." She shrugs, looking a little resigned.\n\n"Uh... y-yeah... so does that mean you'll remove it?" you murmur.\n\n"Why? I just told you how you can remove it without my help. Oh, I suppose that if I removed it myself now, it would eliminate any chance I'd get in trouble if you ratted on me to the doctor you got to remove it..." Saya smirks at you, purple-blue eyes twinkling. "But of course that runs the risk of your little escapade getting exposed one way or another, so I'll still roll the dice on you not telling. Although I suppose if you <i>really</i> want the key, I can go ahead and give it to you... if you play along one last time. No, not the kissing shirt," she interrupts as you start to open your mouth. "I mean right here, right now. You let me dominate you. Properly. Thoroughly. Tonight I get to make you my little pet and do whatever I want to you. Once I'm done, I unlock the cage, we go our separate ways, and no one ever has to talk about this experience again." She shrugs again, and gestures in the general direction of the door. "Or, you can go make a doctor's appointment. I even have a few cards, if you need a recommendation."\n\n... How generous. Still, it's a decision to make.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave and see a doctor.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[Let Saya dominate you.|GwynSaya]]

Okay, so she'll want to decide where you go on your dates and maybe tie your wrists to the bedframe, that's no big deal, right? You can deal with <i>that</i> in return for not having to wear a skirt. Nodding firmly, you text Liam back to tell him you'll take the date with Saya. He assures you that he'll set everything up, and after a bit more of playing telephone (via texts on your telephones) he has the two of you set up for a date on Friday. \n\nSince you've resolved the issue of how you're dressing, you decide to actually go a little above and beyond. You dig around in your clothes and haul out some of the more formal stuff. Over the week, when Allen isn't around to make you feel self-conscious, you experiment with a few different looks. Of course you don't discover anything that takes you out of looking 'pretty' and into 'properly handsome', but that was mostly a vain hope anyway. You finally decide on wearing the coat open and the top few buttons of the shirt undone, with the collar tugged slightly open. It's a tiny bit seventies retro but you figure it looks sufficiently masculine to offset... y'know... your face, at least a little.\n\nAnd so you show up at the restaurant on Friday evening, telling the hostess who you are, and being told that your date is already waiting. (Tch, you didn't get here... well, you're early, but apparently not early enough.) It's not a Michelin star sort of place, but it's obviously trying to at least give an appearance of being more upscale so that college kids have somewhere to go for these sorts of dates, you think as you're led through the restaurant. Saya looks up from the drink menu at your approach, and gives you a warm, sweet smile that definitely has you feeling like you made the right choice as you take your own seat.\n\n"You must be Gwyn," she says, still smiling at you. Her voice is even and rich, a bit more mature than you would have expected from someone at most a year or two your senior, but then it sounds like maybe she's practiced speaking? Maybe she's in one of those 'communications' courses that includes lessons on public speaking.\n\n"And you must be Saya. It's really nice to meet you, I hope I didn't keep you waiting long," you reply, trying to smile naturally and not seem nervous.\n\n"Oh, not at all, I always like to show up fairly early and look over everything on the menu before my date gets here, perhaps ask a few questions of the staff," she replies, eyes closing and head tilting a bit as she smiles at you again. "Just one of my little foibles."\n\nOh. Right. The dominance thing. Liam said she'd probably even want to order for you, it sounds like she's really into being completely on top of the situation. ... But... but does she have to be? Maybe she's just testing you or something! Maybe she really wants someone just as strong-willed as her. Or... maybe even moreso! Should you take a chance? Or... well, should you follow Liam's advice?\n\n<hr>\n[[Let Saya order for you.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[Order for yourself.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[Order for Saya.|GwynSaya1x2]]

Your head cleared of the haze of alcohol by the shock and dismay, you slump beneath the pressure of Saya's toes and the ball of her foot. "... okay," you practically whimper. Clearly this is your punishment for thinking things were going so well.\n\n"Good." Looking more smug than ever, Saya steps back and moves to get down off the bed, seeming now completely confident in her effective nudity rather than merely shyly seductive like before. She shows no hesitation about bending over in front of you, displaying her bare ass and pussy as she rummages for something in a drawer, even humming and wiggling her hips at you in what you highly suspect is mocking teasing considering the state she's put you in. Despite your now humiliated surge of arousal at the display, which includes glimpses of her pucker and that perfect round ass of hers framed by the garters, your cock refuses to react in its little pink prison, even as she walks back over and leans down, breasts pressing around your entraped prick and balls as she holds out a box wrapped up like a present for a small girl, complete with pink cartoon ponies dancing across the shiny surface. "Now, I thought something like this might happen, which is why I had my little device handy, as well as this. This is your first mission, scum," she continues, smirking at you as she moves her shoulders, grinding her tits against your enclosed cock and making you squirm more at the feel of them against your lap. "At noon tomorrow, you'll open it, and follow the instructions on the note inside. If you don't, well, I might just decide to throw the key to that lock into the trash." Then she stands, pulling away from you and turning to the side, pointing to the door. "Now get dressed and get out, worm."\n\nShamefacedly, you stand, unable to help using your hands to cover your pink-entrapped prick as you shuffle over to the pile of your clothes, feeling vulnerable and demeaned as you bend over to start picking them up.\n\n"Ah-ah. Leave the underwear." \n\nWincing a little, you nevertheless nod meekly and leave your boxers where they are, instead stepping into your pants and pulling them up to do them. The fabric against your bare ass and enclosed cock just constantly reminds you of the situation you're in, making you squirm and flush as you get into the rest of your clothes and walk out the door carrying your pretty pink punishment package, head and shoulders slumped. The entire walk back to where you parked your truck, you can feel the interior of your pants rubbing against your bare ass and the cage, constantly reminding you that they're there, the same for the drive back to your dorm. When you arrive, you hurriedly hide the box behind your back when you notice Allen's there and at his computer.\n\n"Oh, hey dude, how'd the date go?" he asks distractedly.\n\n"Um. Y'know. Fine," you murmur, edging over to your own desk and sitting down, trying not to blush like mad as you quickly tuck the package into a drawer.\n\n"Ah, well, plenty of fish in the sea, all that," he answers, apparently assuming you struck out as he continues with what he's doing.\n\nIf only that was all that had happened, you think glumly as you begin trying to focus on using your own computer, doing your best to seem nonchalant. Obviously you're going to have to wait for Allen to go to bed before you can change, which means waiting him out, and continuing to act normal while very aware of your lack of underwear and caged cock. Actually, won't that be how the entire week will be? Dammit!\n\nHe takes quite awhile to turn in too, and even then you wait until you're certain he's asleep before hurriedly changing into your pajama pants and a sleeping shirt. Of course it's still not a lot better... every little move and shift still makes you acutely aware of the metal enclosure around your dick, and you have a long, fitful night with short spurts of sleep, each time dreaming of Saya's naked body, her smile sweet and cruel as she repeatedly robs you of your manhood in various fantastical ways. By the time you actually feel rested enough to get up, it's past eleven, and you glumly dress and head out to the dining hall, getting lunch while trying to act normal, somehow paranoid that the people going about their lives around you will somehow sense the chastity device hidden under your clothes. When you return to the room, it's almost noon (with Allen nowhere in sight, luckily), so with a heart full of trepidation you pull out the wrapped package, tearing the paper and opening it up. Inside is an envelope, a plastic dispensor tube, and a clear plastic case... containing a pink bullet vibrator and battery case.\n\nYour sense of doom growing, you open the envelope and pull out the card inside. Dang, Saya really does like to be prepared, it's done up like a fancy party invitation and everything! The embossed text reads 'You will put this in and keep it in until midnight. You will go out to dinner at a busy restaurant. If you don't, I will know. -Mistress' You lower your gaze from the note, to the tube (which, you have to figure, must be lube), and then at the vibrator. She's not starting out small, is she?\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|GwynSaya1x4]]\n\n[[Toss it.|GwynSaya]]

Hey, when you came to college, you decided you were gonna change everything! And that means being confident! You pick up the menu and try to look coolly assessing as you look it over rather quickly, practically sensing the approach of the waiter.\n\n"And have you decided what you'll be having this evening?" he asks with a Customer Service Smile.\n\n"Yes, I will have the eight ounce sirloin, rare, and the lady will have the chicken club salad," you answer evenly, holding the menu out to him as if that were that. You smile over at Saya, then have to fight not to go pale. Her face has completely lost all of the sunny good humor it had earlier, replaced by a blank mask and a flat stare, her blue-purple eyes cold.\n\n"Ah... fine choices, sir. Ma'am?" the waiter asks, trying to keep the Customer Service Smile in place as he looks at Saya.\n\nAnd suddenly she's all bright smiles and twinkling eyes again as she nods at him. "Certainly, that sounds lovely!"\n\nYou feel even more relieved than the waiter looks as he collects her menu and walks off. Saya must just have been surprised by your take-charge attitude. In fact she looks positively thrilled as she leans forward and places one of her hands over yours, the touch sending a bit of an excited thrill through you.\n\n"That is so <i>classic</i>, ordering for your date," she coos, giving your hand a light squeeze. "That sort of strong manly behavior had practically died out, but there you are, whisking me off my feet with it!"\n\n"Well, I mean, just doing what came natural," you reply, doing your best to continue seeming easygoing while also trying to not literally puff out your chest at the praise.\n\n"I'd love to see what you'll select from the drink list, too," she almost gushes, holding out the smaller faux leather folding menu. "I bet a strong man like you will pick out an equally strong drink, right?"\n\nOh. Uh. Well, when she puts it like that, you're confident enough to try getting away with anything! So you give her your best Bond Smile as you accept the drink menu and skim over it. Okay, wine is what you usually pick, right? But wait, that's not really that strong or manly? Mixed drinks? But what if you screwed up and picked a girly one? Okay, they have a big craft beer section, since you know she read it you'll just pick something with a high ABV, and order her a cider, girls like sweet fruity things that are pretty weak, right? When the waiter comes back, you're extremely relieved when he actually doesn't card you, instead just once more commending your choice and going off to the bar, while Saya rubs your hand and gazes adoringly at you.\n\nOver the rest of the dinner the two of you continue to talk, Saya sipping at her cider as you do your best to take strong, manly pulls of the 'trippel' you ordered, which isn't easy without pulling a face but comes more naturally around your second one. It seems like Saya is just super easy to talk to, her seemingly everflowing praise making you more and more comfortable with telling her about yourself, especially since absolutely everything you tell her seems to make you more manly and powerful and, you're thinking, virile in her eyes. Certainly by the time the check comes, she's relocated to your side of the table and is practically snuggled up against you, one of her hands rubbing up and down your thigh as she murmurs to you how wonderful a time she's having and she wishes it didn't have to end just because dinner was over. You have the truly take-charge idea to suggest the two of you continue your night somewhere more private, which seems to cause Saya to remember she lives nearby, and of course you could come over with her. Her forearm nudges against yours as she shifts slightly, and you find your hand sliding onto her thigh, brushing over the lacy tops of her stockings, and half-reflexively moving upward a bit, your thumb slipping along the trail of a garter... and your fingers finding nothing but warm, soft skin, and then slight slickness.\n\n"Yes, let's go to your place," you tell her, smiling at how thoroughly in charge of this situation you are.\n\nThe two of you walk about a block to some nearby four-story buildings, and into the one Saya indicates, with you leading the way to her apartment somehow, you're not sure, but you feel certain that you are from the way she's walking slightly behind you hugged up to your arm. Inside is a mostly open floorplan apartment, but quite large and well-appointed. Saya smiles at you, and of course you kiss her. You're not sure how you decided, it was like there was a bit of light pressure here and there along your side to urge you and then you were leaning in and her lips were on yours. But the sheer passion and desire in her kiss has adrenaline coursing through your veins and your cock throbbingly hard in your pants, leaving you gasping out an almost moan as she steps back, blushing shyly.\n\n"You know... there's this technique I heard about," she says in a shy whisper, glancing away. "I always wanted to try it, but my <i>last</i> boyfriend was such a wimp that he practically ran away whenever I suggested it."\n\nWell her <i>new</i> boyfriend is no wimp! "I'd be interested, though," you declare, and you're pretty sure your voice has gotten deeper.\n\n"Mm, good. Why don't you get undressed and lay down on the bed, then?" she suggests, eyes twinkling. "I'm going to get what I need and... get a little more comfortable too."\n\nFlushing (though you're sure that's totally fine, everything seems totally fine), you nod and head over towards the bed. You're definitely not drunk at all, just confident, though these buttons sure have gotten harder to work since a few hours ago. But soon you're out of your clothes and turning to flop back on the bed, your long, slender cock jutting up over your belly. You just lay there for a moment, brain pleasantly foggy with... obviously not drunkness because you are a strong manly dude who constantly enjoys strong manly drinks, but anticipation, yeah that's it, anticipation. You raise your head at the sound of bare footfalls on the hardwood floor, your cock giving a twitch at the sight of Saya naked, save for her garter belt and stockings, her full breasts jiggling lightly with her steps due to the position she's holding a metal bowl in. She gives a long sigh of obvious desire at the sight of your naked body, making you twitch again and a pleasant shiver run through you as she moves onto the bed, straddling your legs and setting the bowl aside, then moving to wrap a hand around your shaft. You can't help but jump a little at how cold it is, despite how good the touch feels... her hands definitely weren't that cold back in the restaurant!\n\n"It's called the 'snow and lava' technique," she purrs at you as she continues stroking, making you squirm as her other, equally cold hand moves to fondle your balls. "I use ice to gradually make you go soft and shrink a bit... and then I warm you back up," she continues, leaning forward and placing her hot, hot mouth briefly against your skin, flicking her tongue over it before sitting up, that fully sultry smile in place. "And you'll be bigger and harder than ever before~."\n\nOh yes, you definitely want to be bigger and harder for you. ... For her. Bigger and harder for her. You nod, your eyes glazed with lust and desire and a feeling of power as she coos softly at you, continuing to stroke her hands over you, occasionally pausing to press them over the sides of the bowl to cool them again. Eventually she starts pressing them to or even sticking them in the ice cubes in the bowl itself, so that her hands send cool rivulets of water streaming over your skin as she strokes and fondles you. Shivering both in pleasure and at the cold, you let your head sink back to rest on the mattress and your eyes close, your breathing shuddery as she continues her work, even occasionally bringing an ice cube out to run it up and down your slowly shrinking shaft. It's such a strange, amazing sensation, your cock losing hardness and size but still getting stroked and fondled, a combination of slight numbness and heightened sensitivity at the same time at all her attentions, her pressings here and there over your crotch. And then suddenly you feel pressure all around your now soft, rather shrunken cock and balls... ah, did she put everything in her mouth?! Is this the 'warm up' part?\n\n<i>click</i>\n\n'Click?' you think dazedly, raising your head and looking down. Saya is on her hands and knees above you, her expression having shifted from the sultry, adoring one of earlier into something more befitting a smug cat. You look from her down to your cock, your eyes widening at the fact that both your shaft and balls are now encased in a device of brushed pink metal, one that holds your shaft folded down over the front of your balls, and the whole thing making it look quite small. To one side of it, apparently the source of the 'click', is a little heart-shaped lock. "W-wha?!"\n\n"You know, if you'd bothered to ask about <i>me</i> tonight instead of letting me goad you into yammering on about yourself, you might have found out that one of the fields of study I'm pursuing is medical device design. Which this isn't, quite, but some of the same principles still apply." She pushes herself up and stands looming above you, feet spread and braced, one hand on her elbow and the other on her chin as she smirks down at you, all traces of the worshipful attitude she had earlier having disappeared, even the faint drunken blush on her cheeks gone. "It can be worn for <i>very</i> extended periods without any risk of damage, and will completely prevent you from getting hard. It has almost no negative side effects... well, you will have to sit down to piss, like a girl." Her eyes twinkle with a much crueler glitter than the fawning one earlier. "And theoretically longterm wear can cause permanent shrinkage. Not sure about that, you might wind up being a good test subject."\n\n"S-Saya, what are you talking about?! Stop kidding around!" you blurt, grabbing at the little novelty-looking lock and yanking. It just looks like one of those pathetic ones like they put on cheap diaries, but nothing happens other than a tug on your caged prick.\n\n"Don't bother, it may look simple but all the important parts are made of titanium. I don't skimp on my tools, especially to punish bad little boys who think they're going to take charge over me." Throwing back her head and laughing derisively, she puts a stocking-clad foot on your chest and shoves you down against the mattress, shifting her hands to rest her fists on her hips as she smirks down at you again. "Now, I'm going to teach you your place. And that place is crawling at my feet like the little worm you are. So for the next week, you're going to do whatever I say, whenever I say. I'm going to degrade you, demean you, maybe even humiliate you publicly if I feel like, and if by next Friday I'm satisfied that you've internalized that your place is bowing in slavish obedience to everything with a pussy, <i>maybe</i> I'll feel like removing your cock cage. Understood?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Submit.|GwynSaya1x3]]\n\n[[Escape!|GwynSaya2x1]]

"I don't like this," Sailor Venus whispered, looking around the halls of the pyramid-like youma dimension they'd invaded, resisting the urge to rush between the pools of illumination provided by the smokeless torches burning on the walls.\n\n"This is where Sailor Mars's signal is coming from," Sailor Mercury murmured back, glancing at the other girl and then looking back to her computer. "We've no other choice if we want to rescue her from Anubilis."\n\n"We'll get her back for sure!" Sailor Moon declared, the other three giving nods of agreement.\n\n"This is it?" Sailor Jupiter asked once Mercury stopped in front of a door. Receiving a nod, the tall girl reared back and slammed a kick against the door, all four of them springing forward and posing dramatically.\n\n"In the name of the Moon, we've come for our-!" Sailor Moon started, only to squeak and blush at the sight in front of them.\n\nThere was a long line of some sort of racks, obviously Egyptian in aesthetic but otherwise thoroughly automated. Two of the racks were occupied by donkeys, braying and snorting as long, thick metal shafts pumped into their asses, their heavy balls twitching as they fired a seemingly endless supply of cum into the stroker-equipped pneumatic tubes sheathing their cocks. All four girls stared in shock at the strange, lewd sight, realizing there was no sign of Rei as well... until something creaked open above. All four had just enough time to reflexively look up at the sound before a deluge of pale, creamy slime splashed down onto them, soaking their bodies thoroughly and leaving their skirts soaked and white Senshi uniforms semi-transparent.\n\n"Gah!" Sailor Jupiter raised her hands and gave them a shake, goo flicking off her fingertips in long strands. "What is this stuff?!"\n\n"I think..." Sailor Venus sniffed, then made a face. "I am pretty sure this is cum." She glanced over at the machines, making an even deeper face. "Donkey cum."\n\n"Ewwwwww!" Sailor Moon squealed, dancing a little. "That is so gross! Get it off, get it off, I don't wanna be covered in donkhee-hawwww!" \n\nHer eyes widened, the other three looking at her. "Uh... what did you say, Usageee-hawwwwww!" Jupiter instantly clapped a hand against her mouth, then erked as that sent some of the jizz coating her gloves right past her lips and over her tongue. Before she could react she was gasping and hugging herself with both hands, shuddering as the front of her panties bulged beneath her plastered-down skirt. The others stared in shock as the bulge grew more and more distinct, stretching out beneath the hang of green cloth, until the lower part of her leotard suddenly burst open, spilling free her stiff donkey dick and balls, the long donkey tail lashing free in back and swaying above her gradually broader and furrier ass. "Hawwww! Hee-hawwww!" she blurted in alarm, ears already starting to grow and turn furry, face pushing outwards into a donkey shape.\n\n"N-no, Jupit-hawwwwww!" Venus cried, shuddering at the sound, and at the feeling of the pressure in her crotch and feeling of her own leotard starting to stretch. "Mercureee-hawwww, do sometheee-hawwww!"\n\n"I-I'm trying, I'm trying!" Mercury stammered back, tapping at her jizz-smeared computer with equally dripping gloved fingers, even as her ears grew longer and longer, her leotard barely containing her cock and balls as they grew faster and faster, her tail already having escaped through the leghole to flick around near her hip. "It's... it's getting hard to theee-hawww, theee-hawwwwww, think!" she forced through. "I... I think my intelligence is being drained, I can't... I'm gettheee-hawwwwng dumber, I-!" She gasped loudly as her cock finally tore through her leotard, spilling out and sending a spray of pre spattering through the air. Her eyes rolled up, her lips curling in a shameless smile. "And it feee-hawwwwls soooo goooood!"\n\nThe computer fell from Mercury's hand as she instead grabbed her cock two-fisted, starting to pump it while thrusting her hips into it, face now steadily pushing out into a muzzle as well. "Being dumb fee-hawwwls soooo goooood, I wanna be a brainless donkhee-hawwww!" she squealed in her steadily thicker and hoarser voice, fur already spreading across her body from the donkey traits she'd acquired.\n\nJupiter's head had already fully changed, leaving her braying and snorting mindlessly even as the rest of her remained largely female, leaving long, slender femining fingers to stroke her shuddering, spurting donkey dick as the change gradually spread down from her broadened, lengthened neck. Sailor Moon looked desperately at Venus, hoping that at least one of her friends was resisting the changes, only to find that the other blonde was already climbing into one of the racks of her own volition. "Hee-hawwwww, soooo gooood," she moaned out, shuddering as the mechanical arm moved the thick metal shaft into place and started pumping it relentlessly into her ass, her spread pink hole slowly growing thicker and darker. She slid her hands through the metal manacles in front of her, letting them click into place, her fingers rapidly starting to fuse below the restraints. "Milk mee-hawwwww, milk my big dumb donkheee-hawwww dick! HAWWWWW!" she brayed happily as the sleeve slid into place over her prick, sheathing it all the way to the balls, the stroker setting to work with its inexorable, unwavering pumping motion.\n\nLooking back and forth in a panic between the other two, Usagi saw that both were almost completely transformed. Jupiter was on all fours, completely a donkey save for her lower arms and legs, which were changing as the fur spread down along them, for the moment her fingernails still painted a vibrant green as she made her way on all fours towards another of the stalls. Mercury was changed entirely as well, save for the blue of her eyes and the pink pussy nestled between her thick black asshole and heavy, dangling donkey balls. But as Usagi saw the light of sentience fade out of those eyes, they darkened to a deep brown, and as the donkey turned to make its way towards the racks, that pink pussy sealed up to become a wrinkled black taint.\n\n"I'm... I'm still fine," Sailor Moon murmured, shuddering even as she felt the burning beginnings of the transformation lurking inside her body, coating every inch of her along with the donkey seed soaking her skin and hair. "I... I can resist the change, I can still save them all!"\n\n"You could," boomed a deep, masculine voice from every shadow in the room, making her jump. "Perhaps you could, at that. Use your power to burn out the transformation that even now thunders in your veins. Even reset the world to undo the changes to the others. That is within your power, yes?" The voice went quiet, before a booming chuckle preceded the next words. "And then tomorrow, you'd have to get up and do it all over again. And again, and again, and again. Always struggling, always fighting. On and on, forever. ... Or..."\n\nA light snapped on, highlighting the next empty stall as its pneumatic arms moved the dildo-arm and suction tube into place. "You can get in. You can let your mind leech away into empty animal bliss, and experience the same pure, orgasmic joy the others did. That they're experiencing constantly. Just give in, Sailor Moon. Take off your silly little costume, slide your hands and feet into the manacles, thrust your hips to fuck yourself against the stimulator, and prepare for an eternity of pure, mindless climaxes."\n\n"No... no... I... I..." Sailor Moon stammered. "I couldn't... I could never...!"\n\nThirty seconds later, her Senshi uniform was scattered in a line towards the stall, and her hands and feet were sliding through the manacles. She moaned softly and eagerly at feeling them click into place, then cried out joyfully as the huge metal vibrator slid into her ass and began to pump away with all its mechanical precision. "Yes, yes, fuck my brains out, fuck me, fuck me into a stupid donkey!" she moaned, thrusting her hips back eagerly against it. "Make me a donkey! Hee-haw, hee-hawwww!" she brayed, even before the first strand of fur began to sprout from her ears.\n\n<b>Anubilis</b> end - <i>Donkey milk factory</i>

Smirking wider, you snap your fingers, the soft crack of sound ringing through the hallway. Really, all you wanted was to bring her to the edge, to let her know she'd already sacrificed all her principles in desperation to avoid her fate, before you went ahead and sealed said fate.\n\n"Noooooo!" Rei wails, even as her back arches and her hips lurch forward as her crotch begins to bulge. She twists and writhes as the long, thick shaft grows outward and the bulge beneath starts to swell and grow fur, her legs flexing and twisting in place on the floor and making the thick equine cock wag in the air as it grows longer and longer. "Nooooo, no plea-hawwwww!" she brays as her face starts pushing out into a muzzle shape, ears starting to elongate and grow fur. "Not a donkhee-hawwww, not a donkheeeee-hawww!" she continues to wail, tossing her head around as her thick dark hair starts to shorten and spread down her back, turning bristly and stiff.\n\nChuckling, you snap your fingers to release her bonds, Rei instantly flopping forward onto the ground from her struggles, her new fully-formed donkey dick pressed down against the floor with her tits around it. She gasps loudly, quickly scrambling to get up, but by the time she's on her knees, she's already wrapped both hands around it and is starting to pump wildly. Tears stream down her already half equine face, voice thick and ridiculous as she cries, "Noooo, it fee-hawwwwls so goooood, nooooo, hawwww, hee-hawwwww!" Her eyes roll as she pumps herself faster and faster, hips jerking to try and fuck into her hands as fur spreads down from her ears and across her head, spreading over her body. "No... no... yeeeeees!" she suddenly wails, lips curling along her muzzle into a shameless smile, broad animal tongue lolling out. "Yeeees, hee-haw, hee-haw, the dumber I get the better it feels! More dumb! More dumb! Take away brain! Take away brain so donkey can cum! Hee-hawwww! Hee-hawwwww!"\n\nOf course you don't have to do anything further but watch, Rei's tits shrinking in against her chest as it's covered in grey fur, her legs shifting, toenails thickening and merging together as they cap her changed feet in hooves. Her new tufted-tipped tail flicks back and forth behind her as she raises up onto all fours, fingers merging together as they too are capped with hooves. She shakes her thick equine flanks in the air, showing off her pucker as it grows thicker and turns black, taint bulging where it runs uninterrupted down to her hairy donkey balls. Her inane babble grows less and less understandable, mostly a mixture of "Dumb good! Donkey want dumb, donkey cum!" along with ever more authentic brays as her voice turns thicker, hoarser, more animal. As his barrel expands, the donkey tosses its head and brays louder, its hip-thrusts slapping its cock against its belly and chest, until finally it lets out a long, utterly animal bray and begins firing long ropes of cum through the air to splatter all over the floor, some of it joining the puddle the other donkey made.\n\nYou chuckle softly as you eye the pair. They're virtually identical, with no immediate identifiers to tell which animal was originally Mai, and which one was Rei. All for the best... what good would stripping them of identity and self be if you left identifying marks? Still, you've rather enjoyed making this pair...\n\n... maybe you should make quite a few more donkeys, hm?\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HLSenshi26xEnd2]]

"I mean... what about Mister Tendo?" you suggest slowly.\n\n"M-my dad?!" Akane splutters.\n\n"Well we could count on him not to tell, right?" you answer with a wince. "Besides, he's got a pretty good incentive to do it... I can't marry you if I'm dead or turned into a frog or something."\n\nAkane opens and closes her mouth several times, obviously not sure where to start on several of the things in that statement. "But... my daddy," she whispers in an almost whining tone.\n\n"Geez, it's not like I wanna," you grumble, rubbing the back of your neck. "But what else am I gonna do?"\n\nAkane looks torn for long moments, before finally sighing and letting her head and shoulders slump. "No, I guess you're right. There's really nothing else to do. I... maybe I should come along?" she asks. "I mean, if I tell him, he'd have to believe you and understand how serious it is, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[She should come.|FRanX]]\n\n[[She should stay away.|FRanX]]

The door to the Menagerie is actually a portal, much like the one in the mission room that leads to the capture areas. The Menagerie itself is set up as a nature preserve on a planet orbiting the gas giant, with a single small facility situated on it for you to come and go from your residence, and to venture out into the Menagerie itself. This is the area you've designed to hold your captures via the FurRay, as well as a handful of other NPC creatures you've tossed in for fun, both of the four-legged and two-legged variety.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/Hiipmbp.jpg?1>\n\nA glance out the window shows nothing in particular directly outside at the moment, but then your transformed captures do have a whole planet to roam in their semi-mindless furry state. But all of them have tracking devices, so you can always summon a shuttle to take you to them, or use remote drones to take a look at what they're doing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Visit a resident.|Capture-MenVisit]]\n\n[[Observe a resident.|Capture-MenWatch]]\n\n[[Go back to the hab.|Capture-HabArea]]

Lana quickly clambers up on top of you, knees on either side of your body, and leans forward, a hand slipping between her legs to move you into position. Of course her tits dangle right in your face as she does, practically mesmerizing you as you stare at the teardrop-shaped mounds and the puffy pink nipples capping them.\n\nShe mmfs a bit as she feels the pointed purple rubber tip of the condom slip in before you do, but then slides herself down around you slowly, her long, low moan providing a contrast to your sudden cry. Soon she's slid all the way down on you, sitting back and upright. Panting, you bring your hands up to grip her hips, squeezing a bit, but doing nothing more... it looks like she wants to be in control, and for the first time you can remember you're perfectly happy to let someone else call the shots. Resting her hands lightly on your forearms and smiling down at you, she begins slowly bobbing up and down.\n\nIt's slow at first, barely moving, but soon she's bouncing up and down wildly, unable to help herself from riding your cock for all it's worth. She gives full-throated cries as she slams herself down, rising up over at least half your cock every time. You gasp and grunt, not sure how you're holding back now, especially with the way she looks up on top of you, her face sweaty and flushed, eyes closed and mouth open in pleasure, her tits bouncing energetically.\n\nFinally you can't take it anymore, and you yank down on her hips hard, shoving your own up against her as you start spurting a truly backed-up load into the condom's reservoir. Either your sudden assertiveness or the swelling inside her is enough to push her over the edge, and Lana screams out... well, honestly, you could more accurately call it a howl.\n\nShe slumps forward against your chest, sweat-slick breasts pressing against you with every hard breath. She turns her head and the two of you do your best to devour each other with a kiss. Finally, though, she wiggles her hips and manages to roll off of you, your cock slipping out of her, the liquid-filled purple balloon at the end of the condom dragging your mostly-hard cock down to thump wetly against your belly. Both of you laugh a little as you look at it, and after a moment Lana carefully drags it off, tying a knot in the end and tossing it in the general direction of the trashcan.\n\n"Did you buy more of those?" you ask with a grin, turning your head to look at her as she snuggles up to your side, her head on your chest.\n\n"Mm, I bought literally a hundred. I may have gone a little overboard," she answers with a happy giggle, turning her head up to kiss your chin before settling it back on your chest again. Both of you are quiet for a time, before she speaks without looking up, tone tentative. "Jace? We don't have to do anything, but do you mind if I... change?"\n\n<hr>\n[[If she wants to.|JaceWar1x15]]\n\n[[Prefer she stay human.|JaceWar]]

You blink a little, surprised. "To your werewolf form, you mean? Any reason why?"\n\nShe shakes her head, then hesitates. "Well. Yes and no. I guess part of it is that I haven't in two weeks now, and it feels... I don't know, the closest way I know to describe it is 'itchy'. It'll get worse the closer we get to the full moon, when I'll have to, so I'd rather release it now. Especially after that... really good other release." She blushes just a little, kissing your chest. Then she rests her chin where she just kissed, looking up at you with worried blue eyes. "I guess I'm also wondering if you're okay with it. I know how you feel about... nonhumans... and at the end of the day, that's still what I am. I want to know if you can accept that."\n\nYou don't want to insult her by making it seem you're just breezing by with an easy answer. So you actually consider, but only for a moment. Then you rest your hand on her cheek and tilt her head up, kissing her gently. "Do whatever you want, love."\n\nShe looks like she wants to squeal, and she actually squirms around against you, her ass wiggling a bit... you think she must be having the extreme urge to wag her tail. Of course, a moment later you get confirmation of that as you 5'6" little redheaded human is replaced by a 7'1" werewolf, and you can hear her tail thumping against the mattress before you actually see it. You finally take a look into her eyes this way, and find that they're the same brilliant blue you've come to long for. When you look away from them and down along her russet-furred body, you don't see a monster anymore... you just see the woman you love, who happens to be a werewolf.\n\nYou notice your cock is throbbing and back at full hardness again. Though honestly, the fact that you felt Lana's breasts expand from a C-cup to an I-cup right against your side might have something to do with that. You lean in to kiss her again, feeling her relax even further against your side as you do. *thmpthmpthmpthmp!* Her tongue's bigger and a bit broader now, but that doesn't stop you from swirling yours around it like before. Breaking the kiss, you nudge her over onto her back before turning and rising from the bed. "Where'd you leave the rest of the condoms?"\n\n"I think I dropped them in the hall," she answers sheepishly.\n\nSnorting good-naturedly, you head out into the hall, finding the expected trail of clothes, though this time it looks like they might have been literally torn off her body. You also find a dropped plastic bag with boxes tumbled out of it, and one box further along, actually ripped open and "bleeding" a string of differently-colored condoms.\n\nBoth amused and flattered by her obvious eagerness, you pick up the torn box of condoms and pull off one of the squares yourself. This one's actually gold. As you look at it, you can't help but snicker as you think of a few days ago, when Lana actually convinced you to sit down and watch a movie with her.\n\n<hr>\n\n[["Suit up."|JaceWar1x16]]

Glancing briefly at the instructions on the back of the box just to be safe (the portion that's still intact, anyway), you apply the gold condom rather more quickly but far less enjoyably than Lana did before. Padding back into the bedroom, you dump the box onto the bedside table before clambering onto the bed, copying Lana's earlier motion by settling between her legs.\n\n"Jace, you really don't have to do this," she insists, though there's not a lot of strength to her protest. "You don't have to force yourself I mean, this is kind of a big step and ooooooo!"\n\nThat last, of course, is as you slide your rubber-sheathed cock back into her. You try to go as slowly as she did when she was settling down onto you, but can't quite manage it, instead pushing fully into her in only a few seconds. She's not as tight as she was as a human, but you can feel her squeezing around you much more strongly, practically sucking you inside her. You actually have to put some effort into it to pull back even a little and then thrust back in, making her give a soft, huffing moan.\n\nYou lean forward, resting your body against hers. The size difference between the two of you is actually greater by almost double than when she's human, so you wind up with your head resting on the upper slopes of her large fuzzy breasts. Her fur is thick and soft against your bare skin, and you actually take a moment to just lay there on top of her enjoying how nice it feels.\n\nYou begin pumping, slowly at first, almost more distracted by the feel of her large wolflike body underneath you than her squeezing sex. But now you're enjoying both as you begin thrusting faster, her legs and arms both wrapping around you. Your head is actually pulled partly between her tits, and you realize you could easily get it completely engulfed by them. As you start pumping down into her faster and faster, listening to her slightly more barklike cries and moans, you notice an extra sensation. Her tail, now down against the bed, is still sweeping back and forth wildly, tickling your swinging balls each time.\n\nSoon you hear her give a cry of release, a much more literal howl this time that you're fairly certain rattles the windows. Her pussy clamps down on you so strongly that it almost borders between pleasure and pain. You gasp out into her tits, shoving in as hard as you can, your balls pressing to her fuzzy taint as you fill the second condom's reservoir.\n\nEventually Lana flops her limbs out limply on the bed, her tits heaving on either side of your head as she tries to catch your breath, soft fur over firm flesh rubbing against your cheeks. You push yourself up onto your hands, trying to catch your breath yourself... you were almost pleasantly smothered, there.\n\n"You are... amazing, and I love you," Lana murmurs breathlessly, her smile just as winning on her now somewhat wolfish face.\n\n"Love you too," you murmur, straightening up and pulling out of her, the filled condom tip wobbling back and forth like a pendulum. "Shall we fill a few more of these?"\n\nShe laughs, which you're pretty sure is a yes.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue until you fall asleep.|JaceWar1x17]]

Mm. Actually you think you could have a lot more fun making the boys into your loyal, stiff-dicked servants. It might eventually break your little act, but you weren't planning to keep it up forever anyway. You continue chatting away casually with the group as you focus on both boys' sexual thoughts, gradually ramping them up, adding layers of realism, slipping in new kinks or ramping things up just a bit more extreme over time.\n\nGradually both of them start to look flushed, their hard cocks straining at their pants. At first they shift and try to hide it, instead doing their best to focus on the conversation and talking about haunted houses and stories of the supernatural, both supposedly real and fictional. But as you continue urging their, well, urges on, gradually the topics shift to the sexual aspects of the movies, with a little help from you... girls with large, bouncing breasts fleeing monsters through the woods, getting raped by trees, being twisted into BDSM-styled monsters. You fight down a smirk as Leslie's thoughts gradually turn from worries about you to mild alarm at the boys getting more and more openly aroused, shifting as the talk goes on from trying to sit hiding their erections, to sitting with their legs spread and the bulges in full view, to eventually brazenly rubbing their stiff pricks through their pants in an effort to relieve the ache. \n\nThe desire in the room is so thick you could almost literally drink it, and metaphysically you are. Your nipples are stiff, drilling against the thin fabric of Cyan's shirt, and your pussy has grown wet again, your already previously soaked panties clinging to you even more as you shift in place. Leslie, as concerned as she is, seems to be reacting similarly to all the raw teenage lust in the air, a flush on her cheeks and her own nipples hard beneath her tanktop.\n\n"Y'know what, guys," you say, shifting a bit in place and deliberately jutting out your chest, instantly drawing their eyes. "This makes me think of something else..."\n\n<hr>\n[["Ever heard of 'futanari'?"|GGHH]]\n\n[["Isn't lesbian rape hot?"|GGHH]]\n\n[["Do you think dumb people have better orgasms?"|GGHH]]\n\n[["How about you both fuck me?"|GGHH]]\n\n[["Remember the cannibal cook scenes?"|GGHH]]

"I think that's all for now." You stand up, heading back over to your bags. "You may feel comfortable going nude, but since we don't want the police called on us..."\n\n"Hey, wait." Lana stands up and trots after you. "What about you? You got to ask me questions about my life, don't I get to ask you about yours?"\n\nYou freeze, in the process of pulling some old shorts out of the bag. You've never shared the details of your life with anyone... not even with the other hunters you've briefly allied with.\n\n"Fair's fair." She smiles, though it fades as she notices your expression. More quietly, she adds, "It wasn't easy for me to tell you some of that, either."\n\nSlowly, you nod, straightening up and passing her the shorts. "You're right. Fair's fair. Just... let's wait until after breakfast."\n\nAfter scrambled eggs, potatos, and tortillas, the two of you find a shady place to sit well away from well-traveled thoroughfares. Gradually managing to open up, you tell her about all of it... the demon that killed your parents in front of you, the years spent bouncing from relative to relative afterwards, running away to vent your hate on the things that had killed them. Learning to fight, learning to craft the weapons you'd need. You even manage to tell her about some of the more memorable fights you've had, and failures you've faced.\n\nTowards the end of it, she leans against your side, resting her head on your shoulder. "I'm so sorry. I know I said fair was fair, but... that was so much."\n\nAfter almost a full minute of silence, you lean your cheek against the top of her head. "It's fine." \n\nIt's a cliche to say that you'd feel better after opening up, but... you feel better after opening up. \n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|JaceWar1x11]]

"I'm thinking a different sort of farm animal," you announce, sending a little nudge into the energy bloating Jupiter's belly before starting to pull it free. Jupiter's cries are already going more strident, the jerking and twitching of her body more urgent as you do, the liquid mass in her belly starting to jiggle and wobble of its own accord.\n\nShe gasps loudly as your tentacle pulls free of her mouth. "A-aaaa! What's happeneeeeeighng?!" she yowls, part of the word coming out in a distinctly less human tone than the rest. She tosses her head, crying out in mixed confusion and pleasure as her face starts to elongate, pushing out into a muzzle as her hair lengthens, the ponytail staying closer to the bottom as her hair turns green. As the swelling in her belly shrinks, the rest of her body trembles and shifts, muscles growing larger and more obvious, tits getting bigger by the moment... as well as a distinct bulge growing below the hem of her skirt. She continues to toss her head and cry out, each cry sounding a little bit more like a whinny as white and purple hide starts to cover her skin. Her boots burst to shreds as her feet contort into glossy green hooves, followed closely by the rest of her Senshi uniform being torn to shreds as her tits burst free and her cock pushes its way through the remnants of her panties, dangling free and heavy, pink and growing more equine all the time where it extends from her white and purple sheath, heavy balls dangling down between her steadily more muscular legs and increasingly toned ass. \n\nShe sucks in a hard breath, her stomach tightening (literally, into an obvious six-pack even beneath the white horsehide), and she lets out a long, purely animal whinny as her head finishes taking an almost entirely equine shape, though there's still some suggestion of anthropomorphism there. Her sclera turn black, the green of her eyes taking on an unearthly groan as she stamps a hoof on the floor and snorts, a tail of long, silky green strands sprouting from above her taut ass. You release her as the last of her transformation settles in, her muscles still twitching as she stands upright and gives another snort, nostrils flaring, broad-tipped cock giving a slight jerk and dripping a splatter of pre onto the floor. While she might have been described as "Amazonian" before, the word truly applies now... better than seven feet tall, every muscle powerful and defined, tits high, proud globes, cock a gently-swaying pillar of virility. She's covered in mostly white horsehide, though it's smeared with yokai purple like a palamino, save for her Jupiter-green mane and tale. She stomps a hoof again, making her hefty balls and enormous cock sway. "Mmmm. That is a lot better," he rumbles, her voice still recognizable but rather deeper.\n\n"Amoozing," Milky Mars groans with desire, tweaking her now freed nipples.\n\n"Very nice," you add in a coo. "Welcome to the family... ah...?"\n\n"Jupi-... no... Zeus Stallion," the new yokai says with another snort and flair of her nostrils, reaching down and giving his massive equine prick a few strokes. "I like that."\n\n"Let's hope you're responsible for the destruction of just as many pretty young maidens," you answer with a snicker.\n\n"But right moo all I want him to destroy is this pussy," Milky Mars purrs, turning around and leaning forward, tits and udder hanging down heavily as she shakes her fat ass at her former friend and now sibling.\n\nZeus Stallion nickers happily, quickly stepping forward and grabbing at Milky Mars's yielding hips with her big hands. With a whinny that fills the warehouse, he shoves forward, stuffing the entire massive length into her in a single thrust, Milky bellowing an orgasmic moo to mingle with it, both sounds completely indistinguishable from an animal's. Zeus begins pounding forward, fucking his sister at a full gallop, snorting and huffing as her balls swing forward to slap against the other yokai's udder. Milky lows repeatedly, rocking herself back against her sibling's thrusts, her generous ass slapping against the powerful hips resoundingly, nipples and teats spurting out streams of milk almost every time that flared cockhead slams home inside her.\n\nYou watch your offspring coupling with pride, a hand working over one of your perky rubber tits while the other fondles your stiff rubber folds. Still playing with yourself, you open your backpod and stretch out a handful of tentacles. One winds its way under Zeus's green tail, and then thrusts between those toned asscheeks, deep into her tight asshole above the base of those swaying balls. She throws back her head and lets out a loud whinny, and when she does you stuff another thick tentacle down her throat. This time, however, she begins working it with her broad, agile tongue with a will, sucking it hard, just as Milky does when you stuff a tentacle in her mouth as well. You wind tentacles around their bodies, caressing and stroking and stimulating them, rubbing balls, sucking nipples, stroking backs. The two are soon in a completely frenzied animal fuck-haze in the coils of your stimulating tendrils, all thought and sentience briefly driven from their glowing eyes and replaced only by an animal need to breed.\n\nYou pull the tentacles out of their mouths just in time for Zeus to give a long whinny and Milky an equally long moo as he begins pumping her pussy full of demonic cum. Milky's nipples and udders spray milk all over the warehouse floor, enough to create a small pond as she bucks and twists in orgasm, both of them continuing to give animalistic grunts and huffs even as they finish off. After a few moments you retract your tentacles, and Zeus Stallion pulls out, his cock flopping down to sway around her kjnees for the moment, Milky Mars standing up and turning to face you as well, both of them once more instantly all business.\n\n"Obviously we should go after Mercury now," Milky Mars asserts, licking her lips. "Once we have her, taking the other two down will be easy."\n\n"Mmmm, I can't wait to rape her," Zeus Stallion groans happily, cock giving a light twitch but otherwise staying in control. "Make her scream and cry and beg... for more, obviously," he adds with a chuckle, her glowing eyes dancing expressively. "I wonder what sort of yokai she'll be?"\n\n"She won't be any kind if we don't figure out the best way to go at her," you point out with a flip of one hand.\n\n"Right now, she's probably at home, on her computer. In about half an hour she'll be deep in research and completely flat-footed," Zeus notes as his cock slowly starts to retract into her sheath, until the fat white opening has swallowed it completely. "We could go right at her, bust right in... she might have time to change, but that just means she'll be wearing her Sailor Slut uniform when I pound her into submission with my cock."\n\n"Mm, brother-sister's very sexy desires aside, I say we just repeat what we did to Mookoto," Milky counters. "You saw how well it worked, I can distract her, Zeus Stallion can come up behind her, and while she's still reeling and trying to figure out what to moo, you can grab her from above. She'll be mooaning her soul out in under an hour from now!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Listen to Zeus.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Listen to Milky.|HLSenshi]]

"You distract her. The sight of you ought to give her a good shock," you reply, Milky Mars giggling and nodding as you fling a pair of tentacles up to the shipping container, hauling yourself up to it and then pulling the door mostly closed behind you.\n\nYou watch as Sailor Jupiter walks into the room, indeed already transformed as Milky Mars predicted, her little green pleated skirt flouncing a bit as she walks. You watch her round the corner and then come to a dead stop, her jaw dropping as she spots your offspring posed seductively, one hand on her curvy hip and the other gently caressing her udder, urging little droplets of milk from her teats to spatter on the floor. "Hello, Mookoto," she coos happily, glowing red eyes smoldering.\n\n"R-Rei?! What the hell happened to you?!"\n\nYou burst out of the container, flinging tendrils down to grab up Sailor Jupiter's wrists and ankles, the surprised Senshi yelping as you yank her hands above her head and together, forcing her to bend forward with her legs spread, pantied ass jutting back out in the air. You force her to lift up on the balls of her feet where she has practically no leverage, leaving her wiggling and thrashing futilely. "The same thing that's going to happen to you!" you chirp exultantly.\n\n"There there, Mookoto, don't be worried," Milky Mars says sweetly as she steps forward, tits and udder wobbling as she leans forward to stroke the Senshi's cheek. "You're going to enjoy being a yokai! Once Moother has transformed you, you won't even be able to remember ever wanting to be anything else!"\n\n"N-no! Rei-chan, you have to fight this! Sailor Mars!" Jupiter tries, putting some snap into her voice. "Remember your duty to our Princess!"\n\n"The way I see it, my moo-ty is to make sure she's strong, powerful, and happy," Milky Mars answers with a smile, standing upright with another wobble of all her udders. "And she'll be all of those things and moo-re as a yokai. Shall we get started, Moother?"\n\n"Certainly!" You extend another tendril from your backpod, the long black rubber thing wiggling a bit as it moves towards Sailor Jupiter's face. She defiantly presses her lips together and turns her head away... until you use another tendril to whip her on her exposed, panty-hugged ass, making her yelp. The moment she does you shove the tendril into her mouth, working it back and forth, her cries of protest muffled as it works its way down her throat. The length of it outside her lips wriggles and writhes as you thrust it back and forth, working it deeper each time, Jupiter's body twitching and jerking as she feels more and more of it sliding down inside her and bulging her throat.\n\nOnly once the end of the tentacle is firmly lodged in her stomach do you stop, extending six more tendrils from your back and opening their tips up into suckers. They quickly slide over Milky Mars's nipples and teats, the cow yokai closing her eyes and letting her shiny red lips part in pleasure. "Mmmmmoooooooo," she moans, starting to rub at the sides of her tits and udder in turn, urging more thick yokai energy milk out of them.\n\nMakoto's eyes widen as the first bulge of milk in the tube approaches her lips, actually pressing against them for a moment like a dog's knot before it shoves inside, the magical girl jerking as her throat is bulged up more by the thick wad of liquid energy being passed through the tube. As more and more of it is pumped inside her, transferred from her moaning, demon-corrupted friend, through you and into her. Her stomach gradually begins to bulge, the thin white material hugging it stretching more and more as she looks as if she were progressing through a pregnancy in a matter of minutes. It takes about fifteen minutes, in fact, for her to hit the equivalent of nine months pregnant... when she hits something closer to eleven, the stretched white material of her Senshi uniform splits open, spilling her wobbling, milk-filled belly free as the Sailor Senshi gags and trembles, her eyes rolled up in her head and the crotch of her uniform soaked to transparency, juices running down her strong thighs.\n\n"Mmmm, look at her cumming from all that milk being poured into her, Moother," Milky Mars coos, panting eagerly, her tail flicking back and forth behind her. "You're giving her so moo-ch!"\n\n"We want her to be a very powerful yokai, don't we?" you respond, smirking as the captive Senshi twitches in orgasm again, her wobbling water balloon of a belly actually starting to glow purple with all the liquid yokai energy filling it. "But I think that's almoo-, er, almost enough."\n\n"What do you think we should turn her inmoo?" Milky Mars asks, shaking her big ass a bit as her own arousal streaks down into the cowhide covering her legs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Another cow.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Different livestock.|HLSenshi10x2]]\n\n[[A rape-beast.|HLSenshi]]

You can't help but chuckle a little as you get up and head down the hall. The little one-story ranch style house had been foreclosed on about two weeks before the two of you got there, and a little creative editing of the bank's records means that it's currently not showing up on their records. (You'll put it back before you leave. If you remember.) The owners took most of their possessions, but left almost all of the furniture, luckily including a queen-sized bed.\n\nAs you strip out of your clothes, however, you grow just a little pensive. You've actually never done this before. Since the first few years of puberty you haven't even really thought about it that much... sex was too often just another weapon to the enemy, something coarse and crude that they wanted to use against you. You hadn't actually thought about it in years other than the faint, almost instinctive sense of distraction every so often on seeing the nude female form. But in the last week you've really thought of little else other than the fact that you wanted to grab Lana and just take her.\n\nYou flop onto your back on the bed, your hard cock wobbling around in the air before settling against your stomach. You reach down to give it a few light strokes... at least she won't be disappointed there, you're fairly certain. (Girls like it bigger, right? You seem to remember guys in school saying that, you're pretty sure.) You've never actually measured, but an eyeball measurement and a practiced eye for distance says you're about ten and a half inches long. You don't think you were quite that big before... must be the person who inspired it.\n\nContinuing to lightly stroke yourself, your thoughts turning to the much more pleasant subject of your redheaded... well... girlfriend... you almost jump in shock when she bursts into the room naked. You're given less than a second to silently berate yourself for your moment of distraction and vulnerability before you're distracted and disarmed by her leaping up onto the bed between your legs. "Got 'em!" she chirps excitedly, bringing the square package up to her mouth and tearing it open with her teeth.\n\nYou're about to ask if she knows what she's doing when she demonstrates that she apparently does. Slipping the purple disk over the tip of your cock, she strokes her hand down over it, rolling it along the head. You shiver a little bit, then outright moan as she leans down and starts using her mouth instead. You can feel the heat and pressure of her mouth despite not actually feeling the wetness, as the tightness of the condom squeezes around you. You remember said kids in school disdainfully saying you couldn't feel anything with a condom... well, you've got nothing to compare it to, so maybe that's why it feels plenty fan-fucking-tastic.\n\nShe continues using her mouth to push the condom further down, her hand sliding up to smooth it out and make sure it's fitting properly every time she bobs her head back up. You grit your teeth and force yourself to hold back, putting your considerable mental will into fighting back the urge to just cum into the condom right there, especially when you feel the tightness of her throat around you. When she finally yanks herself upright with a happy gasp, you can't help but ask, "Where... did you learn that?"\n\n"Didn't, completely improvised," she answers cheerfully, her voice just a little husky from having your cock down her throat.\n\n<hr>\n[[Do you believe that? Oh, who cares.|JaceWar1x14]]

"So do I have any... powers, or...?" You raise your hands and wiggle your fingers by way of demonstration.\n\nHera snickers. "Yeah, pretty much all vampires have a couple of powers. So far all the ones I've sired have had at least two, hypnotic eyes and at least some ability to shapeshift. So you'll probably have those, but you might... probably will, even... have at least one or two other powers and abilities. Maybe even ones that I don't!"\n\n"Huh." You blink. "What powers do you have?"\n\n"That would be telling, wouldn't it?" She snickers, tapping a fingertip against her lip. "It's more fun to find out as we go along, don't you think?"\n\n"I... guess?"\n\n"Anyway, aside from that, you're pretty much immune to environmental factors... heat, cold, rain, wind, that sort of stuff. You also have almost as complete control over your body as you want." She giggles some as she leans in, running a hand down your belly until her fingers stroke over the front of your hairless crotch, brushing over the root of your shaft. "So you can get hard when you want... or soft when you want, if that's a thing you'd like."\n\n"M-mmf." You shiver a little, cock twitching and rising some. "But... I... I can feel myself reacting to you..."\n\n"That's because you're just letting your body do what it wants." Still smirking, Hera wraps her hand around your shaft and strokes it gently, urging it to full hardness. "If you wanted, you could go soft right now, or completely ignore the feeling of what I'm doing." She flicks her tongue over your ear... then steps back, grinning and licking her fingertips as well. "Things like breathing or blinking too. You don't really have to, but you probably will a lot of the time without thinking. But you can stop if you feel like, it's sort of just like holding your fingers straight or curled, once you do it you don't need to think about it."\n\n"... Hunh." You make the attempt, urging your cock to go soft, and then stopping breathing. Both really are about as easy as she said.\n\n"Add to that the sensory stuff... seeing in pitch black, heat sense, improved senses of smell, hearing, taste. You're stronger, faster... how much varies vampire to vampire, you'll find out as you go. Some get stronger with age, some get weaker, some first one then the other as they go. It's all a little up in the air," she continues, flicking her hands about above her head. "So that's probably the best answer I can give you, 'wait and see'."\n\n<hr>\n[[How long was I out?|GwynVamp1x5a]]\n\n[[Why me?|GwynVamp1x5b]]\n\n[[Are you really...?|GwynVamp1x5c]]\n\n[[Why aren't I mad at you?|GwynVamp1x5d]]\n\n[[What are my weaknesses?|GwynVamp1x5e]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|GwynVamp1x6]]

You have no idea where you'd go, and besides, you're afraid you'd just make her even angrier if you ran away. Sighing, you set the phone down, flopping onto your back. You feel too crappy to do much anyway. What happened? You've never felt like this before when you've used this ability.\n\nEventually, you hear the door ring. Faintly you hear your mother move to answer it, and her voice. "Oh! Baal, isn't it? It's been awhi-"\n\n"Luhdnum," Baal's voice interrupts your mother's, then, "Where's Jamie's room?"\n\n"Up the stairs and on the right, mistress," your mother's voice drones back, sounding flat and emotionless.\n\nYou blink at that, sitting up, and then sliding out of bed at the sound of Baal's boots on the stairs. She opens the door of your room and steps in, just looking at you for a moment with a raised eyebrow, then lifts a hand holding something that catches the light with a red glint.\n\nYou feel another yanking sensation like the one earlier, and suddenly find yourself feeling compressed and tight, and something warm pressing against you... Baal's fingers! You watch your body collapse to the floor, and turn to stare up at Baal's huge, smirking face. You're trapped in some kind of... gem! You can still see, and can even feel her fingers against the surface of the gem, though you're not sure how.\n\n"Silly boy, playing around with spirit spells. You went and loosened your spirit's grasp on your body pretty well, didn't you? And almost caused a bit of an incident with my sister's too, tsk tsk. I'm not going to just let you get away with that, you know. I think I'm going to make you earn your forgiveness."\n\nYou try to demand to know what she means, but, well, you can't exactly talk. Maybe she comprehends somehow, or just assumes, since she continues, "I'm going to take your soul back home with me, and see about putting you to some use. Once I think you've worked off your debt and learned your lesson, I'll put you back in your own body... or maybe even a better one. Until then, I can't exactly just carry you around in my purse, can I? No, I need to make sure you stay... close at hand and don't get lost."\n\nGrinning wickedly, she reaches down with her other hand and hauls up her skirt, revealing black lace panties with a rose design on the front. She brings you down, and you're left staring in shock as she shifts the crotch of those panties aside, baring smooth, pale pussylips that seem of immense size to you. And then you can feel them parting around your smooth outer surface, the heat and wetness starting to enclose you completely as her fingers push the soul gem you're in inside of her. You gradually lose sight of your room as you're pushed entirely inside, darkness enclosing you along with the warmth and slickness, Baal's pussy squeezing lightly around you every so often. You've often wondered what it would be like to be inside of her, but not like this! You can feel shifts and squeezes of the walls around you as Baal begins to move again, and the faint pulse of her body all around you, along with occasional squeezes of her cunt around your surface.\n\nHow long is she going to leave you in her pussy? What is she going to do with you after?! Fear shivers through you even as you find yourself being lulled by the sensual experience of actually being completely inside your boyhood crush's sex. Should you try to escape?\n\n<hr>\n[[Attempt escape.|QOBaal]]\n\n[[Relax.|QOBaal]]

Something about the urgency in her voice gets to you, so you concentrate and push out of Maya's body. Almost the moment you've stepped out of it, you feel a hard yanking sensation and instantly find yourself back in your own body, rather than standing in the hallway beside Maya. You sit up slowly, feeling dizzy and headachey, and a little queasy.\n\nIt's only a few seconds later that your phone rings. You groan a little and pick it up, hitting the answer button. "H-hello?"\n\n"Just stay where you are," Baal's voice answers, her tone flat and yet commanding. "I'll be there in a few minutes." Then she hangs up.\n\nYou bring the phone away from your head and stare at it. That... seemed a little ominous. Maybe it would be a good idea to <i>not</i> be here when she arrives...\n\n<hr>\n[[Run.|QOBaal3x1]]\n\n[[Stay.|QOBaal2x2]]

"Did you say... wife, earlier?" You blink slowly through the slight haze of pain. "I... saw your husband, though, your kids."\n\n"Leopold is a beard, I'm afraid," Alexa says, grinning wryly and giving an expansive shrug. "A kind and sweet enough beard. After the birth of my second child, Leopold and I had a calm, frank discussion about my actual preferences, and came to an agreement. He's free to do as he wishes as long as he keeps it sufficiently discrete... and one's family can be extremely discrete when one controls a fair portion of the news media."\n\n"Guessing he doesn't know about your 'side job'," you murmur. "Or Dr. Life?"\n\n"An astute observation," Alexa replies dryly.\n\n"Leopold came from a moderately rich family and married someone who was rapidly becoming the richest person in the country, there are a lot of things he doesn't care about," Dr. Life adds breezily as she continues to tap at her tablet and watch its display. "Alexa sought out a meeting with me for 'consultation' on an attempt to bring down the City Guard and a few of his superpowered hangers-on. We very quickly hit it off."\n\n"I do so love a keen mind and a deep desire to tame the world," Alexa practically purrs as she slips up against the black-haired woman's side, running her fingertips slowly down those toned abs. "And those are merely two of Maria's most attractive qualities. There was a spark between us from the very start, and it didn't take long for that spark to grow into a lightning bolt."\n\n"Mm." Dr. Life's gold-painted lips quirk into a grin as she bends briefly to kiss the other woman's cheek. "We're not married in any traditional or legal sense, but we are of the sort that shrug off society's conventions. We don't let the fact that we aren't able to stand in front of some arbitrary person and say 'I do' stop us from calling one another 'wife'."\n\n<hr>\n[[Why are you really doing all this?|FemPalV1x1a]]\n\n[[Why me?|FemPalV1x1b]]\n\n[[What do I do after?|FemPalV1x1c]]\n\n[[Who is Dr. Life?|FemPalV1x1d]]\n\n[[That's it.|FemPalV1x2]]

"No," he croaks almost immediately.\n\n"Jor, you <i>have to</i> tell them," you insist, leaning forward. "Not just because of the promise you made to me, for your own sake, goddammit. You can't keep doing this to them but more importantly you can't keep doing it to yourself! This is <i>killing you</i>," you hiss, seeing him jolt slightly in the near-darkness. "It's poisoning you inside, I can tell, and you can't keep living like you are."\n\n"... You know how Kovam is," Jor says after a moment. "He's manliness personified. He doesn't do... feelings, or talking about them, or... he'll just see me as weak. He'll laugh in my face," he mutters.\n\n"If he does I swear to fucking Christ that I will punch him in his brawny nose, but you still have to tell him," you urge. "Jor. It's time for you to start finding that guy you said you want to find, the one underneath the lechery and bravado and living down to everyone's expectations. And if Kovam won't help you find that guy, then fuck him, I will. I will stand by you, as long as you make the effort, as long as you try. Just... try. Okay?"\n\nWhen he doesn't answer you after awhile, you finally just stand and leave the room, returning to the one you share with Koliel. It's not until her worried fussing over you that you realize you've been crying for awhile now, but you assure her that it's just something private you had to work out with someone else. You sleep restlessly that night, worrying if leaving Jor in that dark, empty room with his heavy thoughts and a lot of sharp implements was the right thing to do. You worry all the way down to the breakfast table that morning, where you and the rest of the party sit, the others discussing their upcoming departure. You lift your head and turn it as an unfamiliar man approaches the table... and your jaw goes a bit slack.\n\n"Oh my, Jor, you're certainly looking dapper this morning," Koliel declares with a smile.\n\nJor raises a gloved hand to rub it over his shaved chin, his hair having been cropped to be almost shaved on the sides, eliminating the messy look from before, his face now clean, his clothing a little straighter, more of the buttons and clasps done properly than usual. "Thanks," he says, his whisky-rasp voice soft and even without any of the usual condescending leer of a tone he might usually use. He hesitates, then turns his head and clears his throat. "... Kovam."\n\n"Aye?" Kovam acknowledges with his mouth full, shoving some more of the thick-cut, half-cooked bacon the inn serves in his mouth.\n\nJor inhales through his nose and squares his shoulders a bit more, fixing his dark eyes on the big man. "Kovam. For more than three years I've stood beside you. We've faced danger and death together and saved each other's lives again and again." He starts to hesitate, then clearly pushes forward, as if not wanting to seem weak. "I have <i>more</i> than proven my worth and as your companion and as a fellow man of the blade, and I demand you give me the respect I'm due. No more introducing me to others as a 'back alley thug' or any bullshit like that!"\n\n"Aye, 'course, consider it done," Kovam grunts almost absently as he rises to his feet, slapping Jor on the upper arm companionably in passing.\n\n"... Buh?" Jor blinks a few times, looking over his shoulder after the other man, then looking even more shocked when Koliel rises and gently cups his jaw, kissing his cheek.\n\n"Some people just need to be asked, Jor," she says softly, giving him a warm smile. "Hello, it's nice to meet you," she adds, kissing his other cheek before heading for the exit as well.\n\n"Good on ya, lad, been waitin' for awhile," Hurgen grunts as he moves to give Jor a few firm pats on the back. "Was on the verge of sayin' somethin' myself, just never seemed the time. I'll ask yer apology for that someday, but for now, good on ya, good on ya indeed."\n\n"Uh... I..." Jor actually turns to watch Hurgen leave, then turns back towards you. "What... just happened?"\n\n"What just happened is 'I told you so'," you answer quietly, grinning at him.\n\n"... I..." He quickly raises a hand, pressing his thumb and forefinger to the corner of his eyes. "Uh, I..."\n\n"The really hard part is next, y'know," you note, standing and moving to copy Koliel's motion of kissing his cheek. "The part where you keep trying."\n\n"... Yeah." He sucks in a hard breath, straightening his back again. "Yeah. You're right. Thank you," he adds in a whisper.\n\nYou just pat his shoulder before heading out to do your own last-day shopping. You're not sure what you'll find that might help you survive fighting a dragon, but you figure one last cruise through the sales stalls won't hurt. Plus you figure Jor might need some time to get a handle on things.\n\nYou buy a few potions (one of Major Fire Resistance which sets you back a fair bit of the money Koliel gave you, but hey, seems a decent bet since no one's said what color the Great Wyrm is), but are getting ready to head back to the inn when you hear a croaking call of "You! The blue girl!"\n\nHalf on reflex you glance over and spot a fairly stereotypical crone wrapped in a brightly-colored woven cloak and black dress. Since a glance around reveals no conveniently blue nonhuman races, she must be referencing the dye in your hair, but all the same you point at yourself as you look at her.\n\n"Yes, you!" She points a long, knobby finger at you. "Great destiny wells up within you. Would you hear what I can read of it?"\n\n"Er... sorry, I've got friends waiting on me," you note, turning to go since this reeks more of 'small-time fair fortunetelling' than of anything else.\n\n"There is another you travel with, yes? One who holds his great destiny dear?" the crone calls as you start to walk off.\n\nThat makes you pause. If there's anything you've learned since you've joined the group, it's that Kovam holds his supposed destiny to achieve a kingdom of his own <i>very</i> dear. He's never said so in as many words, but you get the impression it's a big part of what kept him alive when he was being forced into pit fights and through all the dangers that came after. Even if this lady is selling complete bunkum... which you're now not so certain of... Kovam would be extremely hurt if he ever found out that you'd turned down a chance to hear more about his destiny as well as yours.\n\n<hr>\n[[Listen to what she has to say.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Blow it off.|GGMonk11x10]]

That little voice dies a very quick death as Toni pushes you over onto your back and moves to straddle your face, pink pussy and brown pussylips dripping with dog cum rubbing all over your lower face. Forgetting all thought of trying to escape, you bring your hands up to knead at her muscular ass as you start eagerly eating her out, gulping down as much of that thick, delicious animal seed as you can. You feel the other girl's six-pack pressing against your tits and her own tits rubbing your flat belly as she leans down and starts returning the favor, tongue jutting deep into your cunt and swirling over your clit. When you notice a set of paws approaching, you obligingly hold Toni's asscheeks spread, baring her pucker and leaving it vulnerable, and thus having a great view as thirteen inches of glistening, vein-marked red dog dick disappear into it. You moan sluttily into Toni's pussy as she squeals and yowls into yours from getting her ass fucked, the dog's fuzzy sack brushing and rubbing across your face as he thrusts.\n\nNot much later you're back on all fours, eagerly fucking yourself back and forth between a pair of dogs that have mounted up simultaneously, working yourself forward until one knot bumps against your lips, then back until the other knot smacks your pussylips. Shifting your eyes off to the side, you can see Andi with her long, curvy legs wrapped around one dog's middle, humping her hips up to meet the downward strokes of his cock. Her shoulders are against the grown, tits wobbling heavily atop her chest as she sucks at the cock of the dog standing above her head, the dog fucking her pussy licking and slurping at his brother's ass. You look over to the other side where Leslie and Max are entwined, tribbing hard and fast while face to face, occasionally swirling tongues or just making lewd sex faces at each other, each with one hand around the other and the other hand off to the side jerking dripping dog dicks.\n\n"Fuck me! Fuck my pussy, give me puppies!"\n\n"Rape my ass! Rape my bitch ass!"\n\n"Oh fuck, fuck, lick my pussy, I've always wanted you to lick my pussy, you fucking whore, god..."\n\nThe sounds and talk just gets dirtier, the pairings more perverse and creative, turning from dogs gangbanging teenage girls into a full-blown, no-holds-barred orgy. You see girls furiously frigging each other, and dogs mounting one another, thick thirteen-inch pricks sliding into fur-rimmed black assholes while identical glistening dog dicks bounce and spurt below. You soon find yourself between the hind legs of a dog rolled on his back, eagerly bobbing your head as you deepthroat his spearlike cock, one hand gripped around the bulge of his knot, the other pumping two fingers in and out of his ass. You lift your head with a gasp, then slip your fingers out and replace them with your tongue, the taste of the animal's hole thick and strong as you tonguefuck him, raising your hand up to stroke his cock quickly instead. After a few minutes you shift back to the earlier position, but this time you suck him all the way down to the knot and use three fingers to fuck his asshole, moaning eagerly as another dog mounts you from behind and drives his cock into your own ass.\n\nLater you're moaning around a different knot that's actually managed to force its way inside your mouth before inflating, your jaw aching pleasurably and a seemingly neverending flood of dog cum flowing down your throat. You're not even sure how you're breathing, but you don't care. You're too busy moaning around that twitching, pulsing canine cock as two other girls, one of them Leslie, work their entire hands in and out of your pussy and ass, getting them in well past the wrist at this point. Below you, Andi sucks on one of your tits and Max the other, both of them rubbing their clits as Andi gets licked by one of the dogs, Max by one of the other girls.\n\nAnd later still, you twine tongues with one of the dogs, your arms lovingly wrapped around his neck, kissing him as he's pounded up the ass by one of his identical brothers. He pants hotly against your skin, his tongue almost filling your mouth as you suck on it, then move to lick the drool off his muzzle. The dog atop him gives a low animal moan and shoves hard, tying with his duplicate and then swinging around to face away. You move to straddle the back of the dog you were kissing and lean forward, rubbing your sopping pussy and perky teenage tits against his fur as you start rimming the dog that's knotted him, one hand gripping around the base of his stub tail, the other reaching down to jerk the knotted dog off and help him spill his load all over the ground.\n\nSomewhere in all of it, deeper, masculine voices join the feminine cries that had filled the night.\n\n"That's right, bitch, take all of it, take it up your ass."\n\n"Worthless bitch, get your tongue deeper in my ass like a proper dog."\n\n"I'll give you puppies, alright, stupid bitch, I'll give you a hundred puppies."\n\nEverything sort of fades and blends together after awhile, perverse actions you could never have even imagined blending together into a long, interwoven tapestry of lesbian sex and bestiality. Your mind becomes further and further fogged until you don't even know what you're doing, you're just doing it. It doesn't even matter anymore whether you're fucking one of your friends or one of the strange unearthly dogs, it's all the same to you, it's just sex, just fucking, and you want more, more, forever.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wake up.|GGDog4x8]]

Flushing and deciding that you definitely don't want your new boss to know you saw her like this, you carefully pull back and then scurry back to your room as fast as you can. Mix is already there and flopped out naked on the bed again, her skin looking slightly damp... maybe she woke up and couldn't sleep, so went out to take a brief rinse or something. You decide not to ask, since that would probably just result in her asking where you were when you came back. Crawling back into bed, you close your eyes and try not to dwell on what you saw, squirming a little under the covers. \n\nYou must have gotten back to sleep, because you find yourself being jolted awake by something very like a rooster's crow, except it's coming from the wall near your bed, as well as pretty much every other room in the dorm. You sit up, a bit headachey and scratchy-eyed from your late night excursion, but nevertheless manage to get out of bed and start getting dressed like Mix is. The clothes aren't quite a proper fit, but the jeans have a built-in belt and the tanktop stretches, and the flannel shirt's a flannel shirt, so.\n\n"Huh, you've got kitchen duty today," Mix comments as she glances at the wallscreen. "Fun, that means you get to stay inside in the climate control all day. Lucky. But that means you better hop to it and get over there now."\n\nHuh, that is pretty lucky, you guess, even as you scramble out of the room and down the hall to the main area, where the kitchen sits on the other side of a mess hall type area. There's already someone there, a rather devilish-looking woman who's nevertheless wearing just as 'housewife-y' clothes as Miss May, who starts directing you in getting things ready for the buffet outside, telling you how to prepare trays full of eggs and sliced meat with the autoprep unit. It's mostly a lot of pressing buttons and carrying things, and after that keeping an eye on supply and demand as people start filtering in and eating, some taking their time, others gulping their food down, apparently either out of desire or necessity to get started on their day. After that it's cleaning up, which again mostly involves button-pressing, wiping things down, and putting things away.\n\n"Well, I need to go attend to stock checks and ordering," the red-skinned woman says, spade-tipped tail flicking as she undoes her apron and hangs it up. "You just stay in here, dear. If any of the senior hands or supervisors come in, fix them anything they ask, if anyone else comes in, they get coffee or a sliced protein sandwich or veggie patty, alright? I'll see you again when it's time to start making lunch."\n\n"Yes ma'am," you acknowledge, since that seems the thing to say, watching her sashay out. You go about putting away the last of the plates from this morning, then almost jump out of your skin when you turn around and see Rakell standing near the kitchen table. What the fuck, how can she move that quietly in workboots?!\n\n"You okay?" she asks, blinking and tilting her head a little.\n\n"Uh, yeah, you just surprised me, is all," you reply, hoping she chalks up your nervousness to that and not anything else, though you suspect your cheeks and ears are a bit pink from how warm they feel.\n\n"Sorry, natural habit. Could I get a cup of coffee and my thermos filled too, please?" she asks, settling herself down at the table. "And a fried egg sandwich."\n\n"Y-yeah, sure, coming up." You turn to the cabinet where you thought you saw some thermoses and open it, spotting a metallic blue one with 'Rakell' in white letters down the side. You carry it over to the food prep unit and set it down, then program in the coffee and the sandwich, the mug dispensed from the slot, followed by a square wrapped in wax paper. Carrying them over to Rakell, you almost drop them the few remaining inches to the table when she speaks up again.\n\n"Enjoy the show last night?" she asks calmly, glancing up at you with those intense blue eyes.\n\n"Uh... I... ... show?" you ask lamely, cursing at yourself internally as something so stupid comes out of your mouth.\n\n"Nekkanians may be overly civilized service economy dwellers who are mostly spoiled academics, but our ears and noses are still top notch," she says, lips curling up in a faint smile as you turn red from collarbone to hairline at the realization that she not only knew you were there last night, but overheard you and Mix yesterday. She picks up her cup of coffee and sips at it, then asks you calmly, "May I ask what you intend to do or say about what you saw?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Absolutely nothing.|GGOri1x1]]\n\n[[Well, you might tell...|GGSR7x7]]

<b>August 1, 2018</b>\n* Cyan decides to go after [[Commander Cobra|GGSR1x2]] as her first Space Ranger assignment.\n<b>August 2, 2018</b>\n* More [[Commander Cobra|GGSR1x2]] shenanigans.\n* Cyan can also go after Doctor Ceratops on the same passage, either by herself or with Ydoncha.\n<b>August 3, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can tell Doctor Ceratops to "[[Freeze!|GGSR10x2]]"\n* Cyan can decide Shyn's idiotic idea [[is a great idea|GGSR6x10]].\n* Cyan decides to [[pass Rakell's door by|GGSR7x4]] while searching for Mix.\n<b>August 6, 2018</b>\n* Bumped Cyan's age up to sixteen, since her characterization pretty consistently trends towards an older teenager. Considering seventeen, undecided. Will correct references to age as I come across them. May do this with some of the other teen female options too, also undecided.\n* Cyan has a [[selectable job|GGSR5x2]] after going to City Sector 1851.\n<b>August 7, 2018</b>\n* Started work on the [[sales ads|GGDLStart]] on Devilist.\n* Demon Cyan can now elect to turn Leslie into a "[[Meat Forge|GGHH6x4]]".\n<b>August 8, 2018</b>\n* More "Meat Forge" stuff.\n<b>August 10, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can now look through the [[Complete Bard|GGDDStart]] book in the library.\n* The Complete Wizard has been changed to The Complete Mage and now has several different archetypes available (to get to various bits of kinky fun faster). The previous Complete Wizard option is now the Apprentice archetype.\n* Cyan can now also elect to blackmail [[her father|GGParent3x2]] when she catches him dicking Karen in the cell phone store.\n<b>August 11, 2018</b>\n* More of dealing with Cyan blackmailing her dad.\n* Cyan can suggest she and Lymiel [[just hurry out|GGOri3x2]].\n<b>August 13, 2018</b>\n* Cyantaur can now [[offer her friends as tribute|GGCentaur5x6]] to Sleipnir.\n<b>August 14, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can now elect to try and [[get rid of|GGHH10x2]] demon!Leslie.\n* Took a slight break from Cyan to work on [[Jamie visiting his brother|QOFamStart]].\n<b>August 15, 2018</b>\n* More Jamie visiting his brother.\n<b>August 16, 2018</b>\n* Still taking a small break from Cyan. Decided to scrap the [[greatsword|MaleBarbarianStart]] path in the prop museum's weapon display for the time being. Besides being one of the oldest lingering passages in DW, I've never been able to work up that much enthusiasm for it. (Look, I admit, I'm just not that into "bara" humans.) It's been replaced by a [[longsword|PropMuseumWeapLowTech]] option (and I don't wanna hear about proper weapon classifications thank you).\n<b>August 17, 2018</b>\n* Demon Cyan can now [[continue her deception|GGHH16x2]] past saying goodnight to Leslie.\n<b>August 24, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can play the [[Twilight Sparkle|GGPorn3x4]] VR porn video.\n<b>August 27, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can pick the [[Bubblegum Pink|GGLing1x1]] lingerie as her gift.\n* Cyan can buy the [[Doctor Deviant|GGMCE6x1]] costume at Missus Mazorium's.\n<b>August 28, 2018</b>\n* More [[Doctor Deviant|GGMCE6x1]] stuff.\n* More [[Blood Wine|GGLing2x1]] lingerie fallout.\n<b>August 30, 2018</b>\n* More stuff of Cyan going to [[Oz|GGOzStart]].\n<b>August 31, 2018</b>\n* [[Anubilis stuff|HLSenshi14x2]].\n* [[Mall stuff|GGMallStart]].\n<b>September 1, 2018</b>\n* Moved the more comprehensive updates to the [[August Dev Diary|Aug2018DD]] page. From now on, I'll be making updates this way, then after each incremental the previous week's updates will be moved to the Dev Diary page for that month. Then, at the end of the month, for the public release, I'll list the highlights of the new writing. This should provide the proper mix of letting people keep up with what's new in each incremental, letting me yak about my progress, and not being too spammy in the updates.

Yes, something must be done, you think as you start mixing up pancake batter, frowning at nothing in particular as you spin the whisk, your large breasts jiggling lightly beneath your shirt. You can't have him stroking his stiff prick alone in his room day in and day out, you think to yourself, glancing up distractedly. Simplistic, repetitive, self-indulgent and lonely activities like that aren't good for a young mind! He needs...\n\n<hr>\n[[... something else to occupy his attention.|Marei]]\n\n[[... some female attention.|Marei1x4]]\n\n[[... some assistance.|Marei]]\n\n[[... something to make him stop being such a horny young boy.|Marei]]

Swallowing, you turn and head on down the hall and downstairs, having a care to step lightly and not make any noise that might alert him. May as well... let him finish in peace.\n\nWell, you think as you set to work in the kitchen, your ears burning. Your son masturbates. You suppose that shouldn't be some huge shock, he is a teenage boy after all. Somehow you can't shake the sense though that it's just wrong. A teenage boy shouldn't be sitting in his room jerking off, especially a good-looking, obviously gifted one like your son. Or at least that's what part of your brain keeps saying, nagging at you to <i>do</i> something so that he isn't sitting up there with his dick in his hand day in and day out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Do something.|Marei1x3]]\n\n[[Ignore it.|Marei14x1]]

Your adorable fifteen-year-old son Ken. (You and your husband couldn't decide between Kenneth and Kenshiro, eventually you compromised on just plain 'Ken'.) With short dark hair, he's average in most other ways, a little lanky and slightly on the shorter side. He does well enough in school, has a decent amount of friends who are mostly like him, and you're overall fairly content with his behavior and how he's been doing.\n\nSummer vacation has only just started one morning when you're walking down the hall, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and happen to hear something from his room. Blinking at the strange squeaking and bumping sounds, you move a bit closer to his door. Curious, you're already starting to lean in towards the slight crack of an opening in the door when a low moan reaches your ears. You almost instantly realize what must be happening, your face coloring bright red, but it's too late to pull away, reflex carrying your head the rest of the way in to put your eye to the crack.\n\nKen is indeed sitting on the edge of the bed, his pajama pants around his knees, his cock in one hand. He's... actually quite well-endowed, you can't help but notice, nothing porn star-like but, well, bigger than his father was. It's been a long time since you saw a cock at all, let alone one in the flesh, and for just a moment you can't help but stare, watching his hand slide up and down the slicked-up pole with quiet squelching noises that indicate he's using some sort of lube. When you find your eyes wandering almost hungrily to your own son's ballsack, you jerk back from the door and muffle your quick intake of breath with a hand.\n\n<hr>\n[[Burst in on him.|Marei]]\n\n[[Sneak away.|Marei1x2]]

You don't even remember actually impacting on the bunk, essentially falling asleep in midair. All you know is that when you awaken, feeling rather groggy, you're now bent over something... a table, you think? The metal is cold under your bare skin, and your arms are stretched out ahead of you. Your wrists are enclosed by... it's a sort of strange, staticy distortion that constantly seems to crackle silently. You seem to be completely naked, to judge by the touch of slightly cool air all over your body, your toes and the balls of your feet just barely able to brace on the floor below.\n\nLooking to the side, you see that there's another table nearby, and another naked man on top of it. Unlike you he's situated on his back, those staticy bands surrounding his middle, his head moving back and forth as if he too had only just begun to wake up. And beyond him... is that a Raptarran?! It looks like a large velociraptor straight out of Jurassic Park, its back marked by dark stripes on its dark green skin. It's grunting and moving in a motion that seems quite suggestive, but you can't see anything of what it's actually doing... from the height you think it's up on a table too, is it fucking another pirate?\n\nYou can hear what sounds like a door slide open behind you, and then footfalls that come with claws clicking on the metal floor. You turn your head to try and get a look at your captors, and feel a surge of fear roll through you as one is suddenly looming right over you, its body brushing yours as it leans in, its predatory face hewing right into view. It actually looks like it's smirking at you as it stares right into your eyes, making a few low hooting noises as it runs its foreclaws delicately down your naked side. You feel like a mouse whose gaze has been snared like a mouse being snared down by a snake. But when it raises its claw and you hear beeping from nearby you can't help but turn your head to look. It's working some sort of screen, the stark green outlines and text to one side of them changing every time it taps an arrow... and the entire time it's working you can feel something starting to poke at you, stiff and a bit slick, rubbing against your ass and nudging against your balls, making your eyes widen with the realization that it must be the alien's cock. It continues to scroll through the options until it stops on an outline that looks like a... is that a donkey?... and presses another control on the screen. You look back at the Raptarran, whose expression has broadened into an obvious, toothy smirk... right before it pushes its cock into your ass.\n\nYou cry out at the sudden penetration, the dinosauroid's long, inhuman cock spreading you open and pushing deep into you with a smooth, effortless motion on its part, as if this were something it had done countless times. It hoots and chirrs softly, almost mockingly above you as it begins moving in slow, deliberate thrusts, obviously enjoying the way you squirm and grit your teeth, little grunts and gasps escaping you despite your efforts to keep quiet. Its leathery sack thumps lightly against your softer one as if to remind you that you're getting fucked by a male, as if the thick, spearlike shaft pumping into your previously virgin hole weren't enough. You steal a glance to the side without thinking, finding that the other pirate is watching with wide eyes as you get fucked... and no doubt able to see how your cock has grown half-hard against your will, your body's natural reactions unable to ignore the growing pleasure of the alien's violation. You shudder a little in shock, your ass involuntarily squeezing down on the cock still slowly pumping into it, as another Raptarran steps between you and the other bed, barking and hooting at the one fucking you before handing over some sort of pistol-shaped device. The Raptarran pushes its cock deep inside you as it leans in, putting the 'barrel' to your arm and letting you see the little cylinder of faintly glowing fluid inside of it. As your eyes widen in realization and terror, it smirks wolfishly and pulls the trigger, sending a wave of heat rushing through your veins from the injection point as the cylinder slowly empties.\n\nDropping the emtpy injector gun aside like an empty soda can, the Raptarran grabs your hips with its clawed hands and begins fucking into you harder and faster, making you cry out louder with every thrust. But you can feel the heat spreading through your body now, a strange tension building in your muscles as you begin to change. As your face begins to lengthen and push out into a muzzle, your cries begin to alter as well, turning from human sounds of protest and unwanted pleasure into something more guttural, like an animal's braying. You can feel changes in your hands, your fingers curling and growing shorter, pressing together even as your limbs lengthen and thin. The Raptarran's hands spread as your ass grows, becoming large, broad flanks, a pressure at the base of your spine extending outward from above where the Raptarran is plunging its cock into you. Even your asshole feels like it's shifting around that throbbing spearlike cock, growing thicker and more muscular, engulfing it even as you accept it more easily than before. But all of that is eclipsed by the feeling of your cock! You can feel it growing more and more, getting bigger and thicker, your balls growing ever heavier and more full... the sensation of your cock growing until it can be measured in feet only increases your ashamed pleasure, making the steadily less human-shaped shaft grow harder with every thrust of the dinosaur dick into your thickened pucker.\n\nYou try to cry out a protest, a plea for mercy, anything to get them to stop, but all that comes out of your mouth is "Hee-hawwww! Hee-haw hee-hawwwwww!" Part of your brain is refusing to acknowledge what must be happening to you even as you can feel your ears growing longer, your skin tickling as it sprouts grayish-brown fur. The Raptarran pounding your ass begins thrusting harder, faster as you bray out in time with its thrusts, feeling something build up in you, until the alien gives a long yowl and you can feel a long, heavy rush of wet heat inside you. The sensation pushes you over the edge, and you bray out a loud "HEE-HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" as your long cock jerks in the air, spurting out an almost equally heavy load all over the floor, your equine prick twitching and jerking as you empty your balls.\n\nAs the Raptarran pulls out of you, you look around in a daze. To one side the other captive crewman you saw seems to be undergoing a similar transformation, albeit his newly quadrupedal legs are sticking up in the air, the fur sprouting over his body white with large black splotches, and you can just barely see his cock shrinking away, and something large and pink growing up on his belly. Several Raptarrans cluster in around the pirate, mostly hiding his ongoing transformation from your view as you turn your attention to staring in shock at your... hooves. You can't see much of your altered body, but just by the feel of things as you wiggle and shift, the little chuffs and brays that come out when you try to speak, it's obvious... you're a donkey now.\n\n"Hawwwww!" you bray in shock as another Raptarran moves up behind you and thrusts into your cum-lubed asshole, plunging its glistening red prick into your thick black donut of a pucker. Its thrusts feel almost smug as it fucks you, and once again you can't help but take pleasure from its violation, your balls quickly growing heavy and aching again, your fat donkey dick jolting and wobbling beneath you. Over the next little while several more Raptarrans fuck you, leaving you dazed in between with your cock drooping but not going limp and alien jizz dribbling down your wrinkly black taint and over your balls. Eventually you notice a group of them standing near your table, apparently conversing, and... snickering? The trilling noise they make kind of sounds like that, anyway. You're wondering what they're planning as one comes over and undoes your restraints, fastening some sort of collar around your neck. You try to resist, to turn and bolt, but your body barely twitches at your command, instead obeying the Raptarran's apparent order to turn and walk, your new hooves thunking on the metal floor.\n\nYou're being ordered to approach the other table, which now holds a fully grown female cow, its pussy spread open and dripping just as much cum as your ass must be. The table lowers even as you approach, settling closer to the floor, and you begin to have an idea of what the Raptarrans must intend only a moment before one gives a 'kwark!' noise, and you find yourself hefting your upper body upward, your hooves thunking down to either side of the cow's barrel on the table surface, your belly squashing its udder somewhat... and the flared head of your cock coming up to press against its already thoroughly-used bovine pussy. You stare down at the cow's face, seeing the eyes of the other crewman staring back at you in an equal amount of panic.\n\n"Hawwww, hee-hawwww!" you bray in an attempt at apology for what you know is coming next.\n\n"Mmmooooooo!" the transformed pirate bellows back.\n\nWhether that's an acceptance, condemnation, or a plea, you have no idea as one of the Raptarrans presses a button on a remote and you feel a shock from your collar. The jolt is enough to make your body lurch, and purely on reflex you drive forward, stuffing your long pink equine prick deep into the crewman-turned-cow's creampied cunt. Your new huge donkey dick is almost instantly buried in the hot, wet, squeezing confines of the transformed pirate's cowpussy, and the sheer amount of cock you can feel being pleasured by it makes your eyes roll in your head. You try just to pull out, but even that feeling of suction from the prone bovine's well-fucked passage proves too much, and with an ashamed "HAWWWWW!" you thrust back in. Soon you're plunging your prick into that hot bovine hole, raping your fellow transformation victim with just as much urgency as the Raptarrans fucked you, braying out your pleasure at the feel of the changed pirate's gooey animal cunt sheathing around you and your heavy equine balls slapping against its own thick pucker of an asshole. You feel ashamed that even the pirate-turned-bovine's moos are turning you on at this point, and that shame isn't lessened by the fact that you can feel that hot cow cunt squeezing and spasming around you as you let out a long, loud bray and start spilling your load deep inside of her.\n\nYou let out heavy, animal-like pants as you look down at the cow, who's staring up at you with glazed eyes, probably just as ashamed of having cum from getting fucked by a thick donkey dick as you are from raping a cum-covered cow cunt. Any thoughts of pulling out are halted, however, by one of the smirking Raptarrans stepping up behind you and pushing into your ass. "Hawwwww!" you bray as you feel the now-familiar sensation of a dinosaur dick sliding into your ass and starting to pump into you... and your mind begins to fog over with pleasure again, and you're soon thrusting desperately into the cow and back against the Raptarran, raping your fellow transformed pirate even as you're raped by your captors.\n\nWelcome to your new life.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BadCypherAREnd3xEnd]]

"What else?" you sneer, raising your hands and bringing your fingers together as if to snap.\n\n"No, wait!" Rei blurts, lurching forward, her eyes wide. "I'll, I'll do anything! Just don't turn me into a mindless male animal! Anything but making me... turn into a donkey..." The last bit is said so quietly and desperately that it's not hard to guess that a lot of her fear stems from how Mai obviously enjoyed it, <i>wanted</i> it by partway through the process. The idea that she'll lose her identity, but more that she'll want to, clearly terrifies her.\n\n"Hm. Alright, well, tell me some of the things you'd do to avoid becoming a donkey," you say in a musing tone, parting your fingertips slightly.\n\n"I'll... I'll suck your cock!" she stammers, even opening her mouth and jutting out her tongue in demonstration. "I'll lick your balls, or... or your ass! Whatever you want! I'll ride you with my pussy, or my ass, whatever you want! I'll... I'll..." Her eyes are wild, her desperation obviously and quickly growing as she sees you seemingly unmoved. "I'll drink your piss?" she whimpers. "I'll fuck whatever you tell me to, or... or... just tell me what you want and I'll do it!"\n\n"Hmmm... and what about your friends?" you ask in a thoughtful tone. "Would you help me destroy them, of your own free will? Would you help me rape them, twist them, change them, and all of it without me ever making a single change to your mind or will?"\n\nRei's expression grows even more horrified, her face going pale. "W-what... I... I c-... I... please, no, I..."\n\nYou slowly bring your fingers back together, even making it clear that you're preparing for the snap.\n\n"WAIT!" she cries, lurching forward again, expression more desperate than ever.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait.|HLSenshi26x2]]\n\n[[Snap.|HLSenshi26xEnd1]]

You stop, your fingers still pressed firmly together. "Yes?"\n\n"I'll... I'll do it... I'll betray the others," she whimpers, slumping her head, tears sliding down her cheeks.\n\n"Of your own free will? With no influence of mine on your mind or conscience?"\n\n"... yes..."\n\n"No, girl, say it," you demand with a sneer. "Say the words, or you'll join your friend," you add, tilting your head towards the donkey now standing placidly in the hallway, its ears twitching as its mostly limp cock dangles beneath it, not yet having resheathed.\n\n"... I'll betray my friends of my own free will," Rei echoes miserably. "Without you influencing my mind or conscience."\n\n"Good." Smirking, you reach forward and press a fingertip to the top of her crotch, just below her belly, Rei yelping as she feels heat across her skin, a glowing set of markings appearing there.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/7oo9Ur0.png>\n\n"What's this?!" she yelps, obviously terrified it's the beginning of some transformation spell after all.\n\n"My mark. With this, I can work my magic on you anywhere, at any time. Oh, don't worry, as said, it won't affect your mind or will, no matter how much you want to convince yourself that's so. It will only allow me to carry out my threat of transforming you anytime, anywhere, as slowly or quickly as I want." You let the binds holding her dissipate. "Which I will do the moment you disobey me. You are, of course, free to disobey me at any time... at which point I will turn you into a donkey. Immediately. Or perhaps something even less intelligent and more ridiculous, like a cow, or a lizard." Smirking as she shudders at the thought, you add, "Do you understand?"\n\nRei slowly climbs to her feet, head lowered as she stares at the ground. "... yes..."\n\n"And the next time you forget to call me 'Master', I will do so immediately."\n\nShe winces at that, looking up at you and hastening to reply, her tone meek, "Yes, Master."\n\nPleased at how thoroughly you've cowed the proud, hotheaded Senshi, you snap your fingers, the donkey vanishing in a puff of smoke and the damaged portions of the area starting to fly back together. Rei jumps a little at the suddenness of it, but obviously doesn't dare to question you as you instead turn and walk back into her apartment. The repaired door closes after her seemingly of its own volition as you make your way to the bed, settling down on the side of it and flipping aside your loincloth, revealing your long, thick black cock, just barely having thickened and hardened. "Worship me with your mouth and hands, slave."\n\n"Yes, Master," Rei murmurs with a little sniffle, walking over and easing herself to her knees between your legs. Obviously barely resisting the urge to burst into tears from humiliation, she leans forward and drags her tongue along your shaft, sucking at it here and there with her red-painted lips as she goes. You resist the urge to become hard, leaving yourself mostly soft and pliable as she begins working you over with her hands as well, lifting your shaft up so she can fondle your balls and stroke you, slipping the very tip of your cockhead into her mouth and suckling gently. Let her take even more damage to her pride and ego from thinking she's not quite enough to get you hard without working for it.\n\nEventually she begins bobbing her head along your still mostly-soft shaft, doing her best to gulp down more of it and stuff it down her throat while her hands rub over your balls. She's clearly starting to put more and more effort into it, as if desperate to make you react, to get back at least a little of her self-worth as she shows that even if you've made her betray everything she is, she can still at least be a good cocksucker. Her tongue works ever more diligently against the underside of her shaft, and she begins to make low, eager, encouraging noises in her throat as she stuffs more of your cock down it, rolling her eyes up towards you almost pleadingly to see if there's any reaction. You keep your face an impassive mask, even as she presses her lips to the root of your prick, swallowing and gulping at you near-desperately.\n\n"I think I'll have you lick my ass for awhile now, slave," you announce in an almost bored tone, inwardly smirking at the sorrow in her eyes as she pulls her mouth back and off your prick, a soft cough sounding as your thick, limp dick slips out of her throat.\n\n"Yes, Master," she sniffles hoarsely, before leaning in, nuzzling her way under your balls and starting to tongue at your pucker, your heavy black-furred sack resting against her face as she licks your ass, yet again growing steadily more eager-to-please.\n\n"Now, while you're busy with that, I think I'll ponder how to have you betray your friends and destroy the other Sailor Senshi," you announce, enjoying the shudder of emotional pain that you can see go through her body at the statement almost as much as the feeling of her tongue pressing deeper into your ass at the same time. "What to do, what to do, how best to have Rei-chan decimate her dearest, closest acquaintances...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Lure them to their doom.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Sexually destroy them.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Transform them.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Straight-up murder them.|HLSenshi]]

You are a female between the ages of forty and fifty. You're probably pushing it just a bit even for a "cougar", but hey, you've done a lot more with your life by now than have a bunch of wild sex (probably). You've established yourself, already lived out a good portion of your life, and probably have a pretty good handle on things. Or at least you think you do.\n\n[[Irene|IreneStart]]: A 43-year-old scientist specializing in genetics and biology, but you've dabbled in most applied sciences. You've just ended a brief bit of contract work and are ready to seek new employment.

Your horror grows as the scene on the video unfolds. You can't believe your aunt would do something like this! That poor girl!\n\n"Find something interesting?"\n\nYou almost scream and definitely jump at those words from the doorway, bolting to your feet and whirling to face Aunt Kelly. She's standing in the center of the doorway, arms folded under her chest, a cool little smile playing around her lips.\n\n"My buyer called and canceled on me while I was on the way. Apparently decided he wanted a cheap Asian girl just boxed up and sent from Thailand. No one wants to pay for American effort and quality anymore... except Asians, amusingly enough, but it's such a pain in the butt to get the girls onto planes these days, especially if the buyer wants to see a selection to pick from."\n\nShe's obviously blocking the door, quite ready for you to make a run for it. As you realize that, an emotion begins bubbling in your chest, about to well up and burst out in a display of-\n\n<hr>\n[[Fear.|Camping]]\n\n[[Anger.|Camping]]

You have just proven your chops with plants, after all... why not prove that you can take your accomplishments there further? Besides, everyone needs oxygen, making more plants to make more of that is (generally) always a good idea.\n\nYou begin your preparations for a move to their facility in Brazil, a somewhat more involved task than most of the other potential relocations you were offered. So you're rather annoyed when, amidst all the work you're doing, you get an email from Eclipse Robotics that looks like it was automatically generated. Apparently they want to know if you've accepted their offer or not, and you have to wonder if anyone will even read your reply or if it's just going to be filtered for key words first.\n\n<hr>\n[[A simple and precise refusal.|GDA1x1]]\n\n[[Be snarky with friend computer.|GDB1x1]]

"I... guess you could have like an instant marriage to someone else?" you say slowly, looking over at her.\n\n"... Eh?" That seems to confuse her a bit, and she darts a glance over at you. "What do you mean?"\n\n"I mean... well, everyone, but definitely my brother, he's just kind of assuming that you'll marry him before he's even definitely asked you, right?" You squirm a little as she nods, eyes flitting towards you, her face saying she isn't quite convinced of where you're going. "It's a big part of why he lives like he does... the apartment, the car, all of it, instead of saving and living more cheaply. So like... what if you just showed up tomorrow married to someone else? Even flashing a wedding ring at him."\n\n"..." Slowly, Katrina's lips curl into a smile that you're not sure if you'd call 'wolfish' or 'wicked'. "Da. Da, my name is on the lease, which I can withdraw at any time if it changes... such as by marriage. He would know for certain that he will now never get his hands on my money if he saw the ring upon my finger, and a new husband at my side. Very good thinking, Jamie, very good." She's quiet for a few moments, then pulls the car into a parking lot and settles it into a space, turning it off before turning in her seat to look at you. "It should be you."\n\n"H-huh?" you squeak, eyes widening.\n\n"If I pick out any random fellow from the street, William will know I am only doing it to hurt him and the impact will be less. Plus this is risking punishing myself even if it is just for a day or two, da? But as I said... you are a good boy. And you are his brother. I have known you for years now... it is more plausible we could become lovers, and would be much more of a slap to his face."\n\n"But... I'm just a teenager...!" you protest, feeling a bit faint.\n\n"You had birthday recently at start of summer, da?" At your tentative nod, she smiles again. "You are legal age here in Deviville, I have reviewed local marriage laws previously in preparing for mine to William. You do not even need parental consent. I know a legal clerk at courthouse who will file the papers for us once I send him all the details, we can find a chapel and be married in time to have a late supper as man and wife."\n\n"Buh-buh-buh-buh..."\n\n"Help me with this, Jamie," she pleads in a firm tone, reaching over to take one of your hands and squeeze it. "You promised me, after all. And you will have nothing to fear with me as your bride, I swear it."\n\n<hr>\n[[O-okay.|QOBro5x2]]\n\n[[You... you can't!|QOBro5ax1]]

This is... definitely not how you imagined your marriage proposal going. Perhaps you're just an old-fashioned teenager, but among other things you pictured yourself doing the proposing. Still, maybe you're just overwhelmed, or maybe it's sitting this close to Katrina and seeing how pretty she is and smelling how good she smells and the fact that you've spent months being pissed off at your brother for betraying her, but you find yourself saying "Y-yeah... yeah, okay, I'll marry you."\n\n"Wonderful! Good!" Katrina beams. "We will go to mall after all, yes? It is not where I planned to do my marriage shopping but this will be a somewhat rushed engagement, hm?" Snickering, she guides the car into the mall parking lot. "I will tell your mother you are spending the night with your brother and myself, and your brother I am spending the night at a girlfriend's. Tomorrow, we will confront him, but for now..." She comes around the car once the two of you have gotten out, pulling her wallet out of her purse, then giving you several hundreds from it. "Here. Even if it is a quick wedding, you should still have nice pants and jacket. You go buy them, while I attend to other things. We will meet at this entrance."\n\nNodding dazedly, you head into the mall alongside your... well, your fiancee, whereupon she quickly departs on her own missions. You numbly head for the store that does suits and such things, almost immediately being pounced on by a salesman. "Hello there! What could I help you with?"\n\n"Um. Hi. I need a jacket and pants... for a wedding," you add a little lamely. You don't say that it's <i>your</i> wedding, since you're pretty sure that'd get you an odd look at the very least.\n\n"Oh, are you sure it wouldn't be better to go with a proper suit, or even a tuxedo...?" he asks, obviously hoping for a bigger commission.\n\n"N-no, it's sort of a spur-of-the-moment little wedding and it's happening tonight so I kind of need it as soon as possible," you manage to blurt in a rush.\n\n"Oh I seeeee, in that case let's find you a jacket and pants that are a close enough match and already sized close to properly, and a shirt and tie, and I'll get a rush on everything."\n\n"Th-thanks."\n\nA bit later you walk out of the store in your new attire, blushing and wondering if other people think you're weird for walking around the mall wearing a suit (well, jacket and pants with formal shirt and tie, as the salesman was very insistent about referring to the whole getup. Apparently if it's not all made together it's heresy or something to call it a suit.) You make your way back to the entrance, and actually aren't waiting that long before there's a call of "Jamie!" You turn and spot Katrina hurrying towards you... she's wearing the same white turtleneck, but has switched out the black slacks for a white full-length skirt that sways around with her every step. You blush more brightly as she grins and snags your hand, tugging you along. "Come, everything's ready. I've found a small chapel nearby with everything we need, and what they do not have, I have bought for us."\n\nAnd so that's how you find yourself, twenty minutes later, standing in front of a youngish man in robes who gives a short speech. You don't exactly have any vows prepared, and you doubt you'd be able to get through them if you did, so quite soon you and Katrina are slipping gold rings on each other's fingers and saying "I do." You don't even remember getting back in the car, but you find yourself on the road again. "Oh, um, where are we going now...?" you ask a little faintly.\n\n"To nicest hotel in town's honeymoon suite, of course," Katrina chirps, grinning at you brightly, but also with a bit of that wolf smirk in it. "Where else would I stay after getting married?"\n\n"O-oh." Your brain doesn't really know what to do that, so chooses to refuse processing it at all. Instead you just remain silent through the rest of the ride, and the check-in, and the elevator ride upstairs. The suite... is very big, and very nice, including a large area for entertaining and relaxing that even features a white piano. As Katrina excuses herself to pop into the restroom (which you bet is super fancy as well), you nervously take off your jacket and tie, mostly because they were starting to feel particularly stifling. For lack of anything better to do with them, you carefully drape them over the back of a chair. You're just trying to decide if it's okay to take off your shoes as well when you hear Katrina call "Jamie" again, this time more softly.\n\nYou turn, and your eyes widen at the sight. Katrina is standing framed in the bathroom door, smiling at you. The turtleneck and dress are gone... instead she's wearing nothing but lingerie. White, lacey, obviously bridal lingerie. The bra shows off her full breasts, pale pink nipples faintly visible through the mesh of the lace on the front of the cups, her cleavage lightly accented by some frills along the tops of the cups. Her waist is hugged by the frill-trimmed garter belt, the straps of it snipped to the translucent, lace-topped white stockings sheathing her legs. The white satin panties sit low on her hips, the folds of the cloth shifting a bit as she sashays towards you.\n\n"It is our wedding night, after all," she coos as she leans in to drape her arms around your shoulders, head coming in closer and closer, until her soft, glossed lips press to yours in a kiss.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiss her back.|QOBro5x3]]\n\n[[Stand there in shock.|QOBro5bx1]]

You can't believe how turned on you are, watching your aunt completely dominate a previously unwilling teenage girl. You bite your lower lip as you watch your aunt continue to slap the girl's pussy and degrade her. Anissa (well, not anymore, you suppose) gradually stops shrieking and wailing and starts moaning and gasping like a slut, working her hips up towards your aunt's fingers as well as she's able when Kelly starts finger-fucking her.\n\nThe scene eventually changes to Aunt Kelly and Anissa, the teenager now mostly unbound but wearing a thick black leather dog collar, bent over and grasping her ankles. As your aunt begins taking a riding crop to the slave-in-training's ass and thighs, the girl gasping out at each strike like she loves it, you reach down and begin rubbing your pussy through the layers of denim and cotton covering it, one hand coming up to rub a stiff nipple through your t-shirt. But all too soon the video ends, and you quickly hurry to grab another.\n\nThis time you pick a bluray, hoping that means it will be longer, and pop it in. Stripping out of your clothes, you clamber up onto the bed and flop back against the pillows, the exhilerating wickedness of being naked in someone else's bed heightened by the soft feeling of the comforter and pillows under your bare body and the absolutely forbidden content of what you're watching. Snagging the remote, you find the 'Start from beginning' button and press it, then lay back, already rubbing your sodden pussy and playing with one breast.\n\nThis time you watch your aunt breaking a girl a bit younger than you, her breasts barely-budded A-cups and her hair short and dark, her cute face twisted in wails and cries as she's fucked doggy-style by a big German Shepherd. As Aunt Kelly calmly explains to 'bitch slut', the buyer that commissioned her kidnapping wants a complete doggy whore, so she'd better learn to love canine cock. You get yourself off over and over again as the little teen is taught exactly that, Kelly making her take big, throbbing, veiny red animal prick in every hole again and again until she's begging for more.\n\nYou lose track of time as you writhe around on your aunt's bed, pumping your fingers into your pussy and tweaking your stiff nipples as you watch her dominate teen girl after teen girl in the most perverted of ways. You've also lost track of the number of orgasms, but you're in the middle of one when you hear a throat being cleared from the doorway. You freeze, your eyes widening, fingers still stuffed deep in your cunt as you turn your head to see your aunt leaning her shoulder against the doorframe, arms folded and a bemused expression on her face.\n\n"I'm guessing you found something to enjoy while I was out finalizing the sale of my latest work." Aunt Kelly pushes off the doorframe and sashays over, sitting down on the side of the bed and leaning over towards you a bit. "Don't worry, dear, no reason to be ashamed." As if to assure you she means it, she leans down and swirls her tongue over one of your nipples, her eyes on your face as you moan deeply. "Mostly I'm curious, which part got you so worked up...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[The idea of being dominated by her.|Camping11x4]]\n\n[[The idea of dominating other girls.|Camping]]

The bin is full of large pill-looking candies, the sort that are probably somewhere between hard candies and jellybeans. Honestly you thought they stopped making those even before you were born, due to people fussing about them teaching kids that actual pills must be candy too. You carefully slide your hand under the lid and snag a couple of them, pulling your hand back without letting the lid drop too fast. Looks like you snagged a pair of pale blue ones. Grinning, you toss them in your mouth, congratulating yourself on the perfect crime.\n\nThe taste of the candy on your tongue sparks an immediate reaction... you can't even necessarily call it sour or tart or anything else, because it's gone too fast; meaning, the moment they hit your tongue you reflexively swallow hard and both pills go sliding down your throat. You cough a little, bringing a hand up to rub the front of your throat a little. What the heck was that?! You've never had a taste or food reaction like that before! Shit, you hope you're not allergic to some weird ingredient in them!\n\nThen your body jerks a little as your hips convulse all on their own. Shock and fear plays through you, mingled with an intense... arousal? As strange as it is, that's the only way to describe it, your pussy suddenly hotter and wetter than it's ever been seemingly in an instant, your lips plumping up and soaking your panties and through your jeans in a matter of seconds as you start cumming repeatedly. Your tongue lolls out, your body shuddering as you tremble helplessly at the sensations of heat and tension running through you. Your hips continue to thrust forward even as the crotch of your jeans darkens and spreads with the sheer amount of your pussy juice... and the front of your jeans begins to bulge, the denim stretching and pressing out. The zipper quickly gives up the fight, your panties snapping as a cock bursts free, thick and long and immediately spraying the air with long ropes of jizz, slinging it out to splatter to the tile floor.\n\nYour eyes roll up in your head as you begin mindlessly humping the air, completely overcome by the feeling of the battering, constant orgasms from both your pussy and your new prick. So overcome, in fact, that you barely notice as your shirt and jeans begin to grow baggy on you, fitting more and more poorly as your whole body begins to slowly, steadily shrink. All you can understand is that your huge cock and swollen, sodden cunt feel ever bigger and the sensations from them more powerful as they crash through your increasingly smaller body, your jeans dropping to the floor as your hips and legs grow too slender and small to support them, your pussy juices left to splatter to the tile and atop the pile of denim and torn panties as your shining pink pussy looks ever larger and more plump between your thighs.\n\nFinally the weight of your cock is too much for your tiny body, and you topple forward to sprawl on top of it, your fairylike legs forced to nearly do a splits around the fat, puffy lips of your gushing pussy. All you can do is mindlessly lick and rub at the top of your throbbing prick, even as you slide further and further down it, the immense shaft gradually becoming all you can see stretched out in front of you, as if it were miles of your own throbbing, cum-spurting flesh. You give one last soft gurgle of mindless pleasure as your now bug-sized body shrinks further and completely disappears into the pale, shuddering flesh between prick and pussy.\n\nYour entire senses are now taken up by being eighteen inches of shuddering, spasming, spurting cock with a sodden, swollen, slimy cunt at the base of it. You shudder and twitch as you lay on the floor, the spasms of constantly cumming settling down to a few small spurts, a puddle of girlcum behind you and various small puddles of jizz in front, with an empty pair of jeans and a t-shirt piled nearby atop discarded shoes and socks.\n\n"Well well well." You can't really hear without ears, but you still have the vaguest sense of a woman speaking and heels on the tile as someone approaches. It's just hard to process thinking about them through the sensations of your entire body being a constantly hot and ready to go cock and cunt. You shudder and give another spurt of creamy jizz as warm, perfect fingers wrap around you and easily lift you up, and a little bit of your consciousness is lost as a tongue flicks across your tip. "Don't you know, dear? It's important to follow instructions before taking medicine. Even little blue pills!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGCandy1axEnd]]

"Oh hey, just got an alert. Looks like my sim snagged another consciousness!"\n\n"Huh, where from?"\n\n"Who knows, could be a trespasser in the system. Or maybe it's that kid that went missing the other day after getting digitized, could be that one. Not like it really matters, looks like they wound up 'ghosted'."\n\n"Yeah, yeah, leave me out of talking about all the weird bad ends you've stuck in that simulation."\n\n"Still, kind of amusing if it was that kid... broke out of the digitizer storage probably hoping to preserve his identity and sense of self, wound up as a ghost with neither."\n\n"Uh-huh. So what're you gonna do with the data?"\n\n"Probably just let it integrate into the sim. It'll wind up in every run of the program from now on... getting defeated or lewding other players or NPCs. A soul trapped forever in my little RPG world."\n\n"Ever considered getting counseling for your God complex?"\n\n"It's really more of a Satan complex and I'm not sure they offer counseling for that."\n\n<b>Tifa Sim</b> end - <i>Ghost in the machine</i>

"Don't worry, boys," you announce with a giggle as you decide. "I'm about to make thinking with your dicks your lifelong occupation." Setting the Meat Forge into motion with your mind, you nudge both terrified teenagers closer to it.\n\nYou release the magical bonds the moment the Forge's tentacles seize both of them, the boys crying out and struggling as they're lifted into the air. Tentacles wind around their bodies, sliding under their clothes, their cries of horror and disgust tinged with gasps of shock as they're obviously fondled and teased. Then their clothes are torn away, cocks flopping loose and limp, Jack's toned, muscular body bared along with Kev's lean, scrawny one. Tentacles approach those limp shafts, then open wide at the tips, instantly swallowing both boys' pricks, their cries of mingled protest and unwilling pleasure catching in their throats as the undulating things start obviously pulsing and rippling as they suck. The tips of the tentacles begin to bulge as the trapped cocks inside them are forced to harden, the teens breathing hard and still faintly struggling in their bondage, bodies twitching and jerking. Jack gives a renewed cry as a tentacle pushes itself into his ass and begins pumping away, fucking him, the bulge of his cock inside the tentacle visibly twitching and throbbing as he starts shooting off inside of it. Kev, meanwhile, has his sack toyed with, tentacles coiling around it and stroking it, practically worshiping it, the scrawnier boy rolling his eyes as he's finessed into cumming by the monstrous thing that used to be his cute female friend.\n\nBoth are suddenly on the move again, the tentacles pulling them in closer to that pulsating, slime-dripping vaginal maw that is the Forge's entrance. Jack gives a scream as he's suddenly shoved forward, the sound cutting off as he's stuffed into it past the chest, his cries of terror muffled entirely. His body continues to wiggle and thrash as the throbbing entrance pulls him deeper and deeper inside, his arms gradually disappearing, his cock slipping inside as his hips are pulled in, his legs finally forced to stop kicking as they're pressed together and swallowed up as well, Kev watching his friend disappear into the eldritch horror of a pussy with wide, terrified eyes. And then it's his turn, his own scream cut off as his head is shoved inside as well, the tentacles giving his dick and balls a few last strokes before they're sucked into the dripping tunnel.\n\nYou settle in on the couch again to watch, casually stroking your cock once more as you watch. A few minutes later Jack and Kev reappear, each one sliding into one of the gestation chambers that used to be Leslie's tits. They're lightly curled up and apparently asleep, bodies unmoving and faces peaceful. You grin as you watch the slow changes begin to occur... the Meat Forge will take a few hours to alter them as opposed to the near instantaneous job you could do, but it requires none of your energy. Plus, you get a much better view of the show!\n\nKev's shoulders gradually grow broader, his muscles filling out and taking on definition. The hair on his arms, legs, and around his crotch all grows steadily darker and thicker, becoming more like a golden brown fur coat than the pale, fine smattering of body hair he had before. His now furry balls swell steadily larger, his cock longer and thicker as well, jutting up from the base where the fur has grown and thickened to take on a sheathlike appearance, the head of his cock shifting, becoming sleeker, a bit more inhuman. His feet twist and alter, toenails turning black and thickening, growing upward to cover his toes entirely with cloven hooves, furry legs further altering to make walking on said hooves easier. His face grows more angular, more masculine, that fine dusting of a beard at his chin thickening and spreading in precise lines up his face, becoming a completely natural and wickedly-shaped goatee. A pair of horns sprout from his head and steadily grow longer, thicker, more ridged, and curling up, over and to the sides of his head, around his ears which are taking on a distinct point, even as they turn a deep read color, which begins spreading across the rest of his skin.\n\nJack, meanwhile, seems to be turning a pale blue color. Just as Kev's scrawny body grew broader and more toned, Jack's shoulders shrink, taking on a gentle slope as the lines of his muscles smooth out, leaving him sleek and soft-looking as he grows more slender. His once relatively flat ass poiks out, turning pert and feminine as a long, thin, spade-tipped tail sprouts from above it, curling lightly around his body as he floats in the chamber. His cock, too, is growing, but only in length, staying relatively slender and losing any hint of wrinkles or veins, rendering it almost pretty, as smooth and sleek as a finely-maintained woman's leg. Speaking of which, all of his own body hair seems to be disappearing... from that around his crotch to his arms and legs, below the eyebrows he's becoming completely smooth. Though his chest stays perfectly flat, his nipples perk up, growing puffy and pert. His face gradually loses almost any trace of masculinity, becoming smooth and sleek and cute, retaining only the vaguest hints of androgyny to indicate otherwise. His hair grows longer, waving gently in the fluid of the gestation chamber, brushing against his ears as they come to points, and across the tips of the short nubs of horns that poke up from his forehead.\n\nAfter three hours or so, both begin moving gradually towards the nipple aperture of the chambers, which swells out as it disgorges them along with a rush of green liquid. You tch softly... you know that particular batch of liquid is probably devoid of energy, having poured it into the new incubi, but it still seems like such a waste. Both manage to catch themselves on their hands and knees, stiff cocks jutting below them as they cough and gasp, looking around with shocked faces.\n\n"What's... happening?" Kev manages, his voice a deep, smooth caress of the ears.\n\n"I feel so weird," Jack whimpers, his own voice sweet, cute, and easily mistaken for a girl's.\n\n"You're just disoriented as your demon energies finish consuming the last of your mortal souls, it will pass," you say genially from your position on the couch, unfolding your legs and spreading them a bit. "Try to focus on your future as an incubus. Kev... hmm, Kevahn... think about fucking your mother and your sister, their eyes rolling in their head as they cum and cum again from you pumping your demon seed into them. Jack... heh, Jakki... I want you to picture riding your father's cock, looking over your shoulder at him, watching his face and listening to his moans as he turns gay from his own son's ass swallowing his dick."\n\nThe imagery you suggest certainly does seem to help the new demons focus, Kevahn grinning wolfishly as he rises slowly to his feet, his movements predatory despite his goatlike appearance, red eyes hard and gleaming, while Jakki excitedly bounces to his feet, slender cock wobbling with the motion, black-scleraed yellow eyes glittering excitedly.\n\n"Feeling better? Good. Now..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's celebrate.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Put on a show for me, bitches.|GGHH]]

Hm, probably best to get some servants or something before trying to take a trip through the Forge... you'd essentially be helpless in one of the gestation chambers for awhile, no need to take unnecessary risks. Grinning, you step in and begin sucking and licking at one of the hot, quivering pussylips almost as big as you are, letting its viscous arousal smear your skin as you gulp down the energy-filled ooze and let it seep into you.\n\nYou're practically humming by the time you walk upstairs. You saunter into the living room where Jack and Kev have parked themselves, glistening blue tits and stiff blue cock both out and on display. In the moment where both boys are still gaping in shock, you snap your fingers, and bands of flickering purple light materialize around them, snapping their arms and legs together and toppling them onto their sides.\n\n"What the he-... Cyan?!" Jack yelps.\n\n"What happened to you?" Kev whispers, his eyes wide as he looks up at you, both of their frightened expressions only growing more intense as you gesture with your hand, lifting them into the air and setting them to float along after you as you turn and head back towards the basement.\n\n"I'd say 'the same thing that's going to happen to you', but I haven't really decided what's going to happen to you yet," you reply cheerfully as you sashay down the stairs. "And it wouldn't be the same in any case."\n\n"HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT THING?!" Jack shrieks as he sees the Meat Forge, starting to thrash and kick as much as he can in his restraints. Kev, meanwhile, seems to be so terrified he can't make a sound, his mouth opening and closing as he stares at the grotesque thing taking up a significant portion of the basement.\n\n"Hey, don't be mean, you'll hurt Leslie's feelings saying that about her," you scold in a mock-gentle tone, smirking as that seems to kick Jack into the same horrified silence Kev's experiencing. You tap your chin thoughtfully as you look back to the Meat Forge. Now, the question is, what to do with these two? Well, obviously you'll put them in the Meat Forge, but then what?\n\nYou could turn them into [[incubi|GGHH21x3]]... a pair of handsome, big-dicked demons would make lovely servants. Or, for that matter, [[succubi|GGHH]], because pretty, big-boobed demonesses are also nice. Hm, you could have the Forge turn them into [[Devil Eggs|GGHH22x1]]... you wouldn't be sure what sort of creatures you'd get out of them, Devil Eggs being rather random ways to generate new demons, but it's possible you could get something far more powerful than you could just by changing them directly. You could also just turn them into [[Cockodemons|GGHH]]... an extremely weak demon of a limited sort of use, but good for unnerving the fuck out of mortals and delivering tainted substances in large amounts. You could have the Forge absorb the majority of their energy and turn them into shambling [[Fuck Zombies|GGHH]]... again, creatures of limited use, but terrifying to mortals and self-replicating. Get enough of a wave going and you could get a bit of a Fuck Zombie Apocalypse going and gain a lot of energy off of it. Or you could just have the Forge [[absorb them completely|GGHH]], turning both their bodies and souls into energy for your consumption.

You walk through the corridors of Arana's ship, your overfull tits and udder bouncing heavily, wobbling back and forth with a sloshing that's just barely audible even through the suit. The cannisters on your back are full, so the plating has retracted, leaving your large, overly stiff nipples and your jutting teats completely visible, outlined in thin black rubber. The pirates you pass all visibly become erect as they blatantly stare at your endowments, and the small rear-camera view of your HUD shows several of them rubbing their stiff pricks through their pants as they eye your fat, rubber-clad ass once you've moved by them. It's embarrassing, but you can't really blame them... actually, with feeling so overful, you're just barely resisting the urge to strip down and present your plump pink pussy to all of them to let them do as they will.\n\nInstead you hold it together as you make your way to Arana's quarters, the space pirate queen rising from her thronelike chair as you enter. "Ah, how did the mission go, my dear Cowpher?"\n\nYou flush a little at the diminutive nickname she's taken to using for you, but dutifully report, "It went perfectly. The grenade you designed did its thing... in less than fifteen seconds all the guards and soldiers were all squealing sow-women, shaking their asses and begging for the men to give them piglets. Any that were too far away or in other parts of the building either gave in and started fucking the sows or were easy to handle."\n\n"Excellent, excellent!" Arana coos, eyes glittering as she watches you retract the suit, baring your lewd bovinesque body, and allowing dribbles of white to escape from the pink tips of your mammaries. She sighs dramatically as she walks over to another section of her quarters, with you following along behind dutifully. "What a shame that the Raptarran ship wound up self-destructing so soon after we rescued you, taking all those Raptarrans with it. Imagine what I could have done with everything in there, rather than the few small dregs we rescued first."\n\nPrivately, you can't help but be a little relieved. You may be on her side, but Arana with even a tiny bit of Raptarran genetic engineering technology is scary. Her Animus Grenades can change people into practically anything she wants in less than half a minute, though currently she's apparently limited by making it some sort of livestock. It doesn't seem very fitting to point that out, however, since she's currently cooing "Let's get you taken care of, my pretty little Holstein" in a loving tone as she activates your... 'relief device'.\n\nPart of the floor slides open, what looks like a high-end massage table with the middle cut out rising up out of it. You waddle over and carefully settle into position, folding your arms in front of your head, and sighing with just a little relief as the support field activates, gently taking the weight off of your entire body, including your hefty, dripping, dangling tits and udder. You shiver delightedly as Arana oils up her gloved hands and starts stroking and kneading your big pale tits and your fat pink udder, her gentle massage sending spurts of white down into the still-open space below the supports. Once your breasts and udder are clean and gleaming, she presses another control to bring up a series of suction caps and attached tubes out of the space below. She herself gently fastens the suction chambers over your nipples, stroking and jerking each of your teats like she would a male lover's cock before slipping them into the tight, gripping sheaths of the suction caps.\n\nYou mooan loudly, closing your eyes and relaxing at the constant, borderline orgasmic feel of finally being milked. You don't even bother to look up or react as the back half of the table splits, spreading your curvaceous thighs wide to provide access to your fat, dripping cunt. You know that even now, Arana is pulling on 'Asterios'... her nervelink-enabled bull cock strapon. You know she's going to spend the next few hours fucking you, cooing sweet, degrading things, smacking your big ass and squeezing it like a stress toy, making your tits and udder jiggle as they keep gushing out milk.\n\nIt was a stupid decision to take the gene modification without knowing what it was... but it worked out pretty well!\n\n<b>Bad Cypher</b> end - <i>A spider's favorite cow</i>

Summoning a gynoid, you send it to retrieve Tifa from Misogybot Storage. A moment later the gleaming, faceless robot returns, the large-breasted, glassy-eyed woman beside her, breezy smile in place and big, latex-clad tits jiggling with every step.\n\n"Yes, Master? Do you want to use one of my worthless holes to get yourself off?" she asks cheerfully.\n\n"No, I've decided you're not even good for that anymore," you declare with a smirk. "I've decided you're literally and completely worthless, so I'm going to recycle you."\n\n"Oh, well that's understandable," she answers as easily as ever, a bit of arousal actually dribbling down her inner thighs as you tell her she's more pointless and useless than previously thought. "I hope that at least whatever you get out of recycling me is useful, since I'm just an unwanted sex toy." \n\n"Mhmm," you agree, reaching out to give those fat tits of hers one last fondle, before smacking her ass. "Alright, meat, up on the table."\n\n"Yes, Master," she answers dreamily, clambering up onto the glass-topped table and laying back placidly.\n\nYou pick up the control and hit the button to start the reclamation process. Immediately the robot armatures swing into action, moving into place to cut off Tifa's little latex outfit, spilling her tits free and baring her arms and legs. She just smiles at the ceiling, secure in the knowledge that at least she's being used in some manner by her owner, as robot arms tipped with needles move in and inject various parts of her body with their nanite payload. Her tits and hips shrink somewhat to more firmly fit inside a standard service gynoid chassis... which is soon being placed around her, more arms swinging in and clicking the firm high-impact plastic chesplate, hip-plate, and arm and neck pieces into place. From the moment the parts are fitted around her legs, the ring at the end of the bed whirs to life, glowing brighter and spinning slowly as it begins sliding up her body, energy crackling inside of it as Tifa's body beneath the plastic plates is transformed from flesh and blood to metal and servos. As it starts sliding up her chest, she beams up at you. "Goodbye, Master!" she calls happily, just before an arm settles the smooth white helmet over her head, moments before the ring passes over it.\n<<set $mbtifa to false>><<set $tifacomplete to false>>\nThe ring spins a few more times, then slides back to the foot of the bed and goes quiet, its glow settling. The new gynoid sits up, turns, and rises from the bed, moving to stand beside the one that escorted Tifa to reclamation. They're completely and utterly identical... if it was deployed on your orders or simply in the process of maintenance when you saw it again, you'd have no idea that it was once Tifa Lockhart (or a real flesh-and-blood player) at all. Not even if you had your dick inside its rubbery white fleshlight pussy. Smirking at that thought, you announce, "Gynoids, bend over the reclamation bed."\n\nMoving with the exact same posture, motions, and tempo, both gynoids turn, move to the bed, and bend forward at a right angle, arms stiff at their sides, not bothering to brace themselves. Chuckling, you sidle up to the one on your right, pulling your suit back from your cock and giving your stiff member a few light slaps against its molded plastic buttocks. Then you place the tip to the squishy white foam rubber that forms its pussylips and slide inside, stroking a few times, just taking in the feel of the contoured inner curves stroking over your flesh. Then you pull out and step to the left, sliding into the other gynoid's white foam rubber cunt... exact same feel, exact same contours. You laugh a little as you start pumping your hips, not bothering in the slightest to hold back when you feel like spilling your load into the service droid's literal cumdump a few minutes later. Stepping back, you bid them both depart, and they rise and turn, marching smoothly over to the wall. Two sections slide up, and they step in... you've already forgotten which one used to be Tifa by the time the wall sections slide back down over them.\n\n<hr>\nMisogybot Tifa has been turned into a gynoid. [[This reclamation is complete.|Capture-HabRec]]

Ah, a true classic. Though mostly out of association with the movie, you guess, which the cover is obviously cashing in on. You know somewhere the library has a bunch of Oz books in their more traditional covers and illustrations, but you actually don't recall if you've seen the original among them. Picking it up, you start to flip through it, only to look up at the sound of a soft 'boof'.\n\n"Oh, hey there Baron," you say with a grin at the sight of the big black dog. Normally the sight of such a big dog off the leash would be enough to startle you, but you've been to this library often enough over the years to recognize it's biggest donor's pet. Baron's a Great Dane-Mastiff mix, and his owner brings him by as a sort of 'library dog', theoretically to encourage kids to stay for the reading activities the library puts on, especially in the summer. Of course he's kind of big and imposing for that, but the good intentions are there, and he really is very gentle and calm, if a bit too regal in bearing and manner to be properly called 'friendly'. "What's up with you, huh?" you ask, reaching out to rub his head.\n\nYou jump a little when he turns and clamps his jaws around your wrist... it actually takes part of a second to realize his teeth haven't sunk in and he's gently, but firmly tugging at you. "Whoa, hey, what's up, what are you doing?" When a dog that big tugs on you, you kind of have to go, and you wind up dropping the book and half-stumbling along as he pulls you out of the shelves and towards one of the walls. "What's the big-" You stop and look over at the sound of tornado sirens spinning up. Wait, what? Is it the third Wednesday of the month or-\n\nYou give a shriek of surprise as a tree branch comes smashing in through one of the windows, followed by a howling torrent of wind that begins knocking books off shelves, and toppling several of the lighter shelves over entirely. Baron yanks at your arm again, making you stagger, and look towards where he's pulling you... an old bomb shelter from when the library was built. Hurrying towards it on your own, you stop at the sight of the college girl from the desk running by screaming, heading for the front doors. "Hey, no, this way!" you shout after her, but too late as the panicked woman rushes out into the open, almost instantly disappearing around a corner. Going after her would be suicide, and you're actually not sure Baron would let you, so you turn and hurry towards the entrance of the shelter. You heave the heavy door open, noting that the 'State of Emergency' labeled lights just inside are pulsing red, and Baron pads down the concrete stairs ahead of you. You grab the inside of the door and yank... but it's stuck! You haul on it several times, throwing your body backwards, but it doesn't budge.\n\n"Boof!" Baron half-barks from the bottom of the stairs.\n\n"I'm <i>trying</i>!" you shout back, throwing yourself backwards against your grip on the handle as you do. Just then the front doors shatter, a hard gust of air rushing in and apparently right into the space between the door and the wall. You give a yelp of surprise as the door swings shut, practically launching you over the stairs and down into the shelter, the door slamming as everything goes black.\n\n"Owwwww." At first you wonder who's complaining, then realize that it's you. Probably something to do with the ache in your head. You feel like you're lying on your front in the dark, and jump a little as something cold presses to your cheek, almost making you scream. Then the soft doggy-huffs alert you to the owner's identity. "Thanks, Baron," you mutter, then off as he drops something on your arm. Snagging it, you discover he's brought you a flashlight, and quickly turn it on. Looks like the bomb shelter's been repurposed as old book storage... wonder if that's up to code? Still, the emergency lights aren't blinking anymore, so you pick yourself up and head up the stairs. The door seems stuck on the first few tries, and you briefly feel a surge of terror at the thought of being trapped in here. What if no one comes looking?! What are you going to do, survive on cold war rations?! But at the second attempt of shoving your weight against the door, it swings open and you stagger out... -side. You stumble a little across bluish-green grass, then stare around at what was not supposed to be an exterior space. But here it is, a vaguely pastoral scene, with a village of smallish, dome-topped blue buildings. Entirely blue. Everything is painted blue. The wood parts, the stone parts (or is that just blue stone?!), the glass is tinted blue. The signs are all in shades of blue, with big perky script that makes everything look like a toy store, even though you're pretty sure that the place across from you is a butcher's shop.\n\n"What the actual monochrome fuck?" you murmur, staring around.\n\n"Language," booms a deep, vaguely English-accented voice from beside you.\n\nYou blink, looking over to that side, then to the other when you don't see anybody. Then you look down a bit... at the large black dog sitting there staring at you. "... You didn't...?"\n\n"I most certainly did," Baron replies in a mildly offended tone, before letting out a soft huff. "Hm. Well actually, so I did. My, that is something."\n\nYou stare at him, then turn around to look behind you. The bomb shelter from the library is resting on a battered hill... <i>just</i> the bomb shelter. Bricks are scattered around the base of it, and there's some vague hints of the pieces of the library it was attached to. "Oh my God, everything's blue, the dog's talking, and there's the picked-up-and-dropped building I was in. Jesus fucking Christ, I'm in Oz."\n\n"Language!" Baron barks in an outraged tone.\n\n"I'm in a fictional land with a desert that instakills you and a literal one man army, I'm entitled to some profanity!" you snap back.\n\n"Yes, well." Baron shifts a little on his haunches and lets out another huff. "Perhaps, but let's avoid the blasphemy, shall we?"\n\nYou let your arms slump and dangle, staring at him flatly. "You're a dog, what do you care?"\n\n"Well. Dog spelled backwards is 'God', so consider it a bit of professional respect."\n\nYou stare a moment more, then rub at your eyes with your fingertips. "Yeah, I'm in Oz, alright, that's totally where people would think a line like that makes sense."\n\n"I'm not sure whether to be insulted or complimented," Baron muses aloud, flicking one ear.\n\nOkay, so... maybe you fell down the stairs, broke your head open, and this is all some kind of dream you're having as you bleed out. But whatever it is, you've got to deal with it. So far, you are sort of following the narrative of the Oz book that was made into the movie. If so, that means there might be some squished witch nearby... probably a bit more gruesome with a brick and cement bomb shelter dropped on her than a little old dustfarmer's cottage. If things keep going to standard, some bimbo in a frilly dress is going to show up and from there everything will <i>rapidly</i> spiral out of your control.\n\nOr... you could throw a wrench into that and take off on your own. If this really is Oz, according to the books at least, it's an actual, physical place on Earth. Which means that screw the fancy shoes, if you can find some way past the Deadly Desert and over the mountains, you can get back to the normal world and get home. Just... doing those two things is the hard part.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take off.|GGOz]]\n\n[[Follow the plot.|GGOz1x1]]

"Well, one of us gets a cool adventure in space," you say thoughtfully.\n\n"And the other gets to go home and reclaim our life," the other you says, both of you nodding at the attractions.\n\n"I'd imagine both of you would have a tough time making that choice right now, or at least different ones," Celest says slowly. "Luckily, since I've done some studying on both human psychology and clone divergence, I have a method that can make it so that the two of you diverge mentally over a short period of time and will almost certainly make different choices."\n\n"Huh, really?" you ask with a blink.\n\n"The Crichtons were the same pretty much right to the end," the other you points out.\n\n"Well, this isn't rock-paper-scissors, this is just making one choice, and we can set things up to influence that specific choice rather than more general traits," the alien woman explains. "What we'll do is separate you both into different rooms. Then the computer will randomly select six movies that contain themes on the subject of family, home, growing up, adventure, things that are applicable to this situation. Those six will be divided into two sets of three, and one set will be assigned to each of you. That way the two of you will be exposed to very different input that spark different emotions and associations over about six hours. You should each have a different choice by then, but if you don't, we'll just keep repeating the experiment for a day or two until you do."\n\nYou exchange a glance with yourself, then shrug. "Works for me," the two of you say in unison, which does make you a little dubious this will work, but you don't have any other suggestions. Celest points at you and beckons, and you follow her out, leaving the other Cyan behind in the pod room. You follow the alien to a room with several reclining couches with green gel pads, facing a blank wall, with a slot in the wall to one side and a door on one wall that you're guessing probably leads to a bathroom. "Alright, take a seat," Celest directs. "The computer will understand requests to pause, but since we need to get through this it can only be paused for about a half hour before it will resume. If you need food or snacks or anything, just put your hand on the wall by the slot and say what you want, I've got the vast majority of Earth foods and snacks programmed in. When the movies are done playing, I'll come back and ask you whether you want to stay with me or go back to Earth."\n\n"And if we both say the same thing?" you ask as you walk over to the middle couch and settle to sit on it sideways, still looking over at Celest.\n\n"Then you'll both take a nap while I play some different music in your rooms, to help you further develop different mindsets, then it's three more movies. But hopefully we'll get an answer after the first three." Celest walks over and rubs your shoulder. "Sorry about all this."\n\n"You couldn't have known," you assure her, patting her hand, then turning and settling onto the couch as she walks out. A few moments later the lights dim, and the wall in front of you lights up and begins playing a studio intro.\n\nYou wind up watching <i>Alice in Wonderland</i> (the animated version), <i>Flight of the Navigator</i>, and <i>The Last Starfighter</i>. Several times you wonder what the other you wound up watching, but you try not to think too hard about that since you figure it could throw off the results. Every so often you ask for a pause to order a drink or some snacks or to duck into the bathroom, but the extremely comfy seat, the food and drink on demand, and the high quality and size of the movies pretty easily pull you in and have you thinking mostly about watching. After the credits finish rolling on The Last Starfighter, the lights come up, but there's no immediate sign of Celest. Shrugging, you order another Code Red and sit sipping it, turning over your thoughts on what you saw. Eventually the door slides open and Celest walks in. "I have a good feeling about this," she announces cheerfully.\n\n"Oh?" You blink, sitting up straighter.\n\n"I think we're going to get different answers. During the first movie you both ordered the same things to eat and drink, but during the second the orders always varied at least a little. During the third movie you ordered entirely different things, so I'm almost certain your answer will be different than hers." The alien settles down to sit on the side of the seat next to yours, looking at you. "So, have you decided?" \n\n<hr>\n[[You'll stay with Celest.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[You want to go home.|GGAlien]]

"Hey! Leslie, c'mon, snap out of it!" you blurt, trembling and starting to reach a hand towards her as she continues to take slow, shuffling steps towards you. "We can... we can get that stuff off of you and you'll be okay! Just come back to yourself!"\n\n"Stalllllk," Leslie groans, her thick but somehow gusty voice trembling through the air up and down the tunnel. "Spooooores..."\n\nBy the time you realize there's no getting through to her, she's practically got her hands on you. Your resolve breaks and you turn to bolt, but with one final lurch the Leslieshroom slaps its squishy, porous hands to your waist and clamps its fingers down in a surprisingly firm hold. Dragging you back towards her, she groans in some strange mixture of despair and desire as she hauls you in closer. You scream as you feel the bulbous, almost spherical head of that crotch-stalk pressing against your already abused pussy. "No! No Leslie, don't!" But her only answer is to keep slowly, inexorably dragging you back, your cries filling the tunnel as your pussy is quickly stretched as wide as it could possibly go, the head pushing the battered pink lips taut around its glowing, dripping girth. And then the round thing is popping inside you, your pussy closing up most of the way behind it, the shaft still easily just as thick around, if not moreso, than the rapacious fishmen's.\n\nYou shudder and whimper as the huge bulge in your belly, perhaps half the size of a basketball, slides further and further up. You can feel it pushing against some barrier deep inside you, the Leslieshroom's monstrous strength nevertheless continuing to pull you back until that, too, yields and opens for the bulb. Your eyes roll and drool runs down your chin as the bulb swells inside you, your ass pressing against the squishy flesh of the Leslieshroom's hips and belly. It groans out again as it begins giving very short thrusts, barely breaking contact with you. \n\n"Spoooores... spoooores... staaaaalk..." the mushroom-zombie grunts, shifting its grip to your wrists, holding them right against your hips and keeping you pinned and bent forward that way. The thing inside you pulses and writhes, generating some sort of twisted pleasure that you're powerless to resist... but more than that, you can feel it spreading through you.\n\n"Nnnh, L-Leslie, no," you manage to groan out, some part of you still hoping she'll manage to resist. You look over your shoulder to see that her head has lost all trace of hair, the mushroom cap atop her head spreading out, glowing phosphorescent green with pale fishbelly spots. Her whole body is growing thicker, losing definition, her eyes a blank white, tongue lolled out of her mouth, thick and pale green and dripping with the glowing fluid covering it. "Oh God!" you cry out, both in horror at the sight and at the pleasure steadily infusing your body.\n\n"Stalk... stalk... spores... spores in yooooou," the mushroom creature grunts, suddenly yanking you back hard, forcing your ass and thighs into full contact with its trunklike lower body. The bulb inside you swells up to three times its original size and begins trembling and shuddering. You howl out as your belly swells further and further, starting to glow brightly with it, even as your skin starts to turn pale, sickly white, as it turns soft, squishy, and puckers.\n\n"Hhhaaaahhh... hhhhaahhhhhhhh!" you gasp out, rolling your eyes as the spores being pumped into your womb spread into your bloodstream and through your body, settling in your brain and steadily turning it to solid fleshy mushroom-stuff. "Hhhhaahhhhh... spoooooores," you groan, your lips curling up in an idiot grin, your tongue lolling out and starting to grow longer. You shudder happily as you can feel the top of your head starting to press out, broaden, blue and purple-tipped hair drifting down towards the floor. "Spoooores!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGHH4axEnd]]

You've gotta figure 'Lusty Lady Lather' is what those two use. Maybe if you smell like they do, they'll be subliminally inclined to go easier on you? You can only hope.\n\nDolloping a large glob of the stuff into your palm, you start scrubbing it over your chest, the pinkish stuff immediately turning into a thick, bubbly foam. That's kind of pleasant, you have to admit, the scent of cherry vanilla wrapping all around you in a distinctly feminine scent. Nevertheless, you start running your hands up and down your body, the foaming lather pretty quickly covering you from head to toe as you scrub. The scent actually gets pretty strong, slipping in your nose and wrapping around your brain, and you find your mind wandering back to those big, fat cocks Mai and Chun-Li are wielding. Overcome by your daydreaming, you run your hands through the lather on your chest, feeling slick, pliant flesh press down and then bounce back with a jiggle, your hands sliding down your sides and back over the curve of your hips. You bite your lower lip as you run your hands over your ass, squeezing the round, yielding cheeks and feeling a trickle of suds run over your sensitive asshole and down the skin below. You slide a hand around the front, fingers tracing over the smooth skin of your crotch. Shaking your head to try and clear it, you bring the rest of the suds up to scrub into your hair, feeling foam trickle further and further down your back as the ticklish-slick feeling of wet hair brushes across your shoulders and then your lower back.\n\nYou finally step back under the showerhead to rinse off, sighing distractedly at the feeling of water running along your tits and flat belly and streaming through your long hair. You step out of the shower and grab a towel, rubbing yourself down until you're at least slightly dry, then absently wrap it around your middle before taking a deep breath and stepping back out into the main room. \n\nChun-Li and Mai are sitting in two different chairs facing the door, stripped of their provocative fighting outfits and rather idly stroking their stiff pricks as they obviously wait for you. Both seem surprised at the sight of you for some reason, before Mai bursts out laughing. "Looks like <i>she</i> found the special body wash, Chunbuns?"\n\n"Wha?" Blinking, you look down at yourself... and your brain finally processes the sight of cleavage above the white fabric of the towel. You yelp and fling your arms wide in shock, the towel dropping and baring your body entirely... you now seem to be a rather well-developed teenage girl, with round, perky C-cup tits, a thin waist, lightly curvy hips and sleek legs to match. You realize that your hair is brushing against your back almost down to your ass as well, and a quick check with your hand confirms it, your dick is gone, replaced by a smooth, puffy-lipped pussy. "What's happened to me?!" you squeak in an utterly feminine voice.\n\n"Well, you've changed from a hot piece of boi-ass into a hot piece of pussy," Chun-li declares solemnly as she stands and walks over to you, circling around you briefly before moving up behind you. You shudder and let out a moan at the feeling of her cock sliding along the cleft of your ass and her tits pressing into your back, and let out a soft cry as her hands move to cup your tits and give them a light, stroking squeeze. You'd already been feeling pleasure at the wicked things they did before you, but now it feels like your body's instantly crackling with desire, a hard, hot pressure growing low in your belly, accompanied by a ticklish sensation along your inner thighs. \n\nMai laughs again, though softer this time, tits jiggling and cock swaying as she sashays over to you and then slides a hand between your legs. You whimper at the strange new pleasure of fingertips tracing along the outer lips of your pussy, skillful and insistent as they tease across you. You cry out loudly and arch as she finds the stiff little nub of your clit and gives it a light pinch, sending a shock of pleasure unlike anything you've ever felt before running through you. "She certainly got the 'lusty' part of 'lusty lady' down, this little bitch is already soaking wet and practically cumming," the busty ninja coos.\n\n"Best give her what she wants, then," Chun-li answers with a bit of a smirk, slipping her hands away and allowing Mai to grab your wrist and tug you towards the bed. You stumble behind her in a shocked and pleasured daze, then give a soft 'oof' as you're shoved onto your back. Mai grabs you by the thighs and hauls you to the edge of the bed, then pulls your legs up so that your newly shapely calves are on either side of her big bountiful boobs. She slaps her cock against the front of your crotch a few times, making you gasp hard with every smack. Your eyes widen as you notice her pulling back, and feel her nudging the tip of her prick up between your pussylips.\n\n"W-wait! Wait, I'm not-!" You cut yourself off with a gurgling yowl as she suddenly thrusts forward, hilting deep inside you in a single shove, your back arching hard as your hands twist in the sheets, and your inner walls squeeze and milk at the thick shaft suddenly spreading them wid, cumming the same instant you're claimed. You've had a pussy for all of five minutes, and it's already being filly by a fat futanari fuckstick! Your eyes roll in your head, your teeth gritted as Mai starts pumping into you hard and fast, her heavy tits bouncing and swaying with her motions, your own brand-new boobs jiggling energetically with the impact of her hips against you.\n\n"Ah, ah, fuuuck, there's no pussy like a transformed boy!" Mai gasps out, looking rather overcome herself, her tongue lolling out and her eyes mildly glazed over with desire. Her thrusts, if anything, are gradually growing more frantic, coming harder and faster as she drives you against the bed. "Fuck, fuck this little bitch is cumming every couple of thrusts, her horny little bitch-cunt is just begging for my cum! I'm gonna knock this little bitch up before she's even spent an hour as a girl!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Yes, I want Mai's baby!"|HLMai]]\n\n[["Yes, I want to be a breeding bitch!"|HLMai]]\n\n[["No, not yet!"|HLMai]]\n\n[["No, please, I'll do anything else!"|HLMai]]

After what feels like several minutes of waiting with no return, your curiosity over where Mix could possibly have gotten to makes you realize you're definitely too awake to just roll over and go back to sleep. Sitting up and shoving the covers aside, you slip out of bed and briefly consider putting on a pair of jeans from the dresser... but doing that might make it seem like you had more specific plans than you do if someone caught you, so you decide to risk it and go out in your panties and tanktop. Besides, as you pad out into the hall you realize that the house is completely still and silent, not a single light on or a single person stirring.\n\nAt least, until you get to the end of the hall (after a brief check in the empty bathroom). As you're about to round the corner to the main area that adjoins the two dorm wings, you notice a slight repetitive sound and what might be groaning. A glance around indicates it's probably coming from the room labelled 'Supervisor Azja'... Rakell's room. Said door is also open just slightly. Huh, you'd've figured if anyone here would be particularly interested in their privacy, it's the one in charge of a bunch of people serving criminal sentences. She must have been pretty distracted to leave the door open... wonder what she's doing in there?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Peek.|GGSR7x5]]\n\n[[Mind your own business.|GGOri4x1]]

You start to answer, then pause. Hm. Even with the debug power, it might help to back up what you're doing physically. You pop open the menu, Akane freezing completely in place, not even breathing. Didn't the welcome screen say that with any of the powers, you still had control over your body sliders? Ah yeah, there they are! Grinning, you adjust the dimensions of your cock to something more fit for, well, for a big dick-themed porno, shivering a little at the sensation of your prick thickening and lengthening inside your pants, growing about half-hard and still making a noticeable bulge in your silk pants. You close the menu, then plaster a serious expression on your face, trying to give your words greater gravity. "I've come to tell you it's time that you stopped acting like you're as good as a boy."\n\n"W-what?!" she splutters, eyes widening. It's obvious that she wants to be absolutely furious, and you could have expected her to immediately punch you through a wall or something. But with the influence of the tongue stud, she can't get that angry... moreover, she <i>has</i> to think about what you're saying. You can see the tiniest shred of doubt flick across her eyes even as she scrambles to her feet, taking an aggressive stance and glowering.\n\n"Look, you have to have noticed that you're weaker than just about everybody, but definitely all the male martial artists around here," you continue, making sure to keep using that calm, reasonable tone, as if you were just explaining facts. "Your angry outbursts have everybody calling you uncute, your relationship with Ranma has gone nowhere, and the only guy that really wants you thinks of you as a delicate flower who should settle down to be his good little wife."\n\n"Wa-... wait, no, that's not," Akane tries to protest, then trails off, looking nervous now. Your statements aren't exactly rock solid, but the tongue stud seems to be soothing over any gaps in it and making the idea take grip in Akane's mind.\n\n"It's clear you're just a weak, pathetic little girl, and it's time to stop acting like you have any choices or strength of your own and get down on your knees," you continue, pushing down the front of your pants enough to fish out your newly impressive cock, Akane's eyes widening again as she stares at it. "Get down on your knees and suck my cock, Akane."\n\n"N-... you pervert, there's... no way," Akane protests, her face flushed, her breathing quickened and nipples stiff under her shirt.\n\n"Alright, we'll start a little slower. Take off your clothes."\n\nShe hesitates for a long moment, then, with trembling hands, reaches up to tug the orange straps connected to her skirt off her shoulders, fingers fumbling a little as she undoes the buttons of her yellow shirt. It hits the floor, followed a moment later by her bra... looks like the programmers were pretty generous, she's almost as big as girl Ranma! Next she undoes the waistband of her skirt and lets it drop, and stands there for a few seconds in her panties, tits rising and falling with her breathing. Finally she bends down some and peels the panties down, a little line of something clear briefly attached between the crotch of them and one of her pussylips. Oho, looks like your commanding manner, compelling powers, and the sight of your cock has had an effect after all! She straightens up, starting to murmur, "You've seen me naked, now take your pervert self and get out, I-"\n\n"Shut up," you order her mildly, and she opens and closes her mouth once or twice as if considering protesting before closing it. "Now. Get on your knees like a good, obedient girl." \n\nThere's a pregnant pause... then, looking ashamed of herself, Akane slowly sinks to her knees in front of you, trembling a little as she rests her hands on the front of her thighs. She gasps a little as you step closer, and winces just a bit as you lightly slap the underside of your now rather stiff prick against her face, then rub it against her. "Eric, stop, I-"\n\n"I didn't give you permission to call me by name," you interrupt mildly, making her look shocked. "If anything, you should be calling me Master. From now on, you'll call every boy master, since they're all superior to you. Now, open your mouth."\n\nThere's another bit of hesitation... but finally, Akane obediently opens her mouth, even sticking her tongue out a bit. You consider continuing to order her until she does it herself but, well, maybe some proper commanding action really will drive home the conditioning you want to give her. Grabbing the sides of Akane's head, you move your hips to slip the tip fo your cock into her mouth, then start pushing forward nice and firm, ignoring it as she gags and makes protesting noises, her throat bulging up with your thickness. Pulling her a bit more forward until your balls are on her chin, her lips around the very root of your prick as she gags and gulps at you, you hold her there for long moments before starting to pump your hips, fucking her face in quick, smooth strokes. \n\nAkane looks up at you, eyes pleading, though you're not sure whether it's for mercy or for more. Either way they're a little glazed, and this would obviously be a good time to keep up your compelling words.\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus on making her feel submissive.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Focus on making her feel owned.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Focus on making her feel worthless.|RanStud]]

Hm. From what you remember of the series, Akane was brash, outspoken, and really really contrary... she almost never agrees with, listens to, or obeys anyone. Except you can now make her do exactly that if you want. That could be interesting!\n\nYou see a door nearby with a little nametag reading 'Akane' on it, and that seems obvious enough. You walk over and knock, waiting for the call of 'Yeah?' to answer "It's Eric! Can I come in?" Sure enough, only a blink later there's another 'Yeah', and you grin as you open the door and step inside.\n \nAkane is sitting at her desk, apparently in the middle of studying. She looks up from her notebook and over at you, seeming just a little suspicious. You'd guess that's probably her default expression with anyone that's not her sisters or something.\n\n"Yeah, Eric, what do you want?" she asks in a dubious tone.\n\n<hr>\n[[To train.|RanStud]]\n\n[[To fuck.|RanStud]]\n\n[[To put her in her place.|RanStud2x3]]

"Hm, nevermind, passing thought," you say, waving it off.\n\nRanma shrugs, but indeed doesn't seem to give it another thought, flopping back down largely where he was and apparently zoning out again. Seems sort of boring to you but, you guess with his hectic life maybe he actually likes sitting, doing nothing, and being bored. You wander out of the room and into the hallway, where you ponder your next stop. There's plenty of characters you could try out your 'silver tongue' ability on, after all, no need to sit there focusing on Ranma.\n\nAnd if the description was accurate, you could basically talk anyone into anything. It's apparently easier if it doesn't clash with what they'd do normally... and you figure it would have to be easier if you did some 'build up' to it with less objectionable orders... but that doesn't seem to be an actual limit. You could easily and effortlessly get a character to do something already befitting their nature... or, with just a slight press, force them to go completely contrary to that nature. So, the question is, who to seek out...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Akane.|RanStud2x2]]\n\n[[Nabiki.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Kasumi.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Ukyo.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Shampoo.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Ryoga.|RanStud]]

"We need to actually get inside the city," you decide, musing aloud as you stroke Wick's back. "Not only to have a better chance at finding some loot to make off with and getting access to it, but so we can figure out where everything is and get an idea of their defenses, what they might send after us. Unless either of you has a better scrying spell?"\n\nMeridia shakes her head, and Liyal hesitates before doing the same. "The one I used is the most subtle one, anything more guided would almost certainly be noticed since I think I saw a few shamans," the witch replies. "You're right, if we want to actually know what it's like in there, we'll have to go inside."\n\n"Okay, so we go in, take a look around, s'easy," Kama grunts.\n\n"Use your head as something other than a place to keep your horns," Liyal snorts, punching the Tiefling on the arm. "Every non-Beastman we saw was a slave. We can't just roll up as a bunch of adventurers looking to visit the shop, they'd all grab us and have us in shackles in a minute."\n\n"Like ta see 'em try!"\n\n"Well I wouldn't, it'd just waste a bunch of time, right?" you interject, soothing the barbarian a bit. "So we need some way to actually go in without it being a big deal."\n\n"Hm." Meridia strokes her chin. "I do have some spells we could use. A few. Such as one that will turn any animal into something so like a Beastman it's likely they wouldn't notice the difference."\n\nKama snorts some at that. "What, you're gonna recruit some squirrels? A parrot? The horses?"\n\n"I was thinking of sending some of the horses, yes," Meridia replies placidly. "But primarily..." She gestures to you.\n\nYou blink... then glance down at the black fox staring up at you. "Oh! Hey, right!"\n\n"Of course we'd probably need a bit more than that, but it's the formation of a plan. The other possibility is that I can transform one of us into one of them, and that one can go inside to do the recon."\n\n"Just one?" Liyal asks.\n\n"Mm, well, if we want to get it done today," Meridia admits. "If we wait until tomorrow, in the morning I can prepare my spells so that I can have enough duration and enough preparations that all of us can go. Although that would wind up using up most of my spell power for the day, I wouldn't be much use if there was combat."\n\n<hr>\n[[Make some infiltrators out of animals.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Go yourself.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Wait until tomorrow and everyone go.|GGWar]]

Obviously you need to go see the person who sold you the stuff that did this. You find a pair of loose black denim shorts (very not your style, that was a Mom "But you like that punk stuff don't you?" purchase) to wear over your stretched panties, add one of your usual shirts, and head back out to the candy shop.\n\nYou hear the shop girl's voice call "Welcome!" as you walk in, and hurry over to the counter. She blinks a bit at the sight of you, then smiles brightly. "Well! I don't usually expect to see someone back so soon! But it's nice to see you again, what can I help you with today?"\n\n"Uh, hi, yeah," you answer, squirming a bit in place. "It's... about that candy you sold me yesterday, I sort of had... an issue with it that I needed to ask you about."\n\nThe woman looks you up and down, gaze lingering on the baggy shorts you're wearing as her eyebrows quirk. "Aha. I think I know what that issue might be. Probably best if we go into the back area to talk about it dear."\n\nTrailing along after her, you follow Tandy into a room that looks like it's set up as some sort of lounge, with a couch and a few chairs around a table, on which sits a tea set. "My name is Tandy, by the way," the woman notes as she settles down and, despite the lack of prep, picks up the teapot to pour herself a cup. What comes out is bright red and faintly smells like... jolly ranchers?\n\n"... Cyan," you mutter, squirming some more. "... Look, this may be hard to believe, but-"\n\n"Let me see it," she answers placidly, with a small, knowing smile, lilac eyes glittering. \n\nYou open and close your mouth several times, your face and ears turning red, before you let out a sigh and start unbuttoning the shorts. You let them drop to the floor, glancing away as you lift up the front of your shirt to give a clear view of your blue panties stretched over your cock and balls.\n\n"Oo my you did develop a nice one, didn't you?" Tandy coos appreciatively, making you quickly drop your shirt back down... partly because you can feel your cock stirring a bit from the way she's looking at it. She takes a sip from her teacup, looking thoughtful. "Mm. Let me see though... assuming you don't live too far away, didn't wait until today to try the stuff... jerked yourself silly, didn't you?"\n\n"W-what does that have to do with it?!" you blurt, though you've got to figure your blush answers in the affirmative. \n\n"Didn't you read the warning on the front of the bin, dear? It's only meant for a couple of uses, after that you're supposed to restrain yourself and let it disappear in an hour or so. Use it too much, your body becomes acclimated to it... it not only feels having a dick is normal, but will gradually raise your libido. Of course, it's quite possible to learn to live with both of those things." She smiles sweetly, bringing a hand down and flinging the front of her dress aside, revealing a long, thick cock laying limp across her creamy thighs. "But you'll be stuck with it for quite awhile at this point."\n\nYou stare at her cock, feeling your mouth start to water, your own prick swelling in your panties and your nipples trying to drill holes in your shirt. Then you swallow, shaking your head, forcing yourself to remember the bit about enhanced libido. "I... s-so how long?"\n\n"A year. Maybe more. And that's assuming you don't cum with it any more," Tandy says with a sigh, sipping more of her drink. "A difficult proposition for anyone, let alone a hormonal teenager."\n\n"I... I mean, what are my other options?" you ask, becoming increasingly distracted as not only does your cock begin to stretch out your panties, tenting them further and further, but despite Tandy's calm and easygoing manner, her own prick has begun to thicken and rise in her lap.\n\n"Well. I do have something that might work. They're an experimental candy of mine... but very expensive to make right now," she notes, finishing off her drink and setting the cup back down. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she wraps a hand around her cock and begins lightly stroking it. "You'd owe me a rather big favor for giving them to you, I think."\n\n"... Any other...?" you manage to ask, your voice coming out in a bit of a rasp, your lips parted with your panted breath.\n\n"You could give in," she coos, tongue flicking across her lips. "You could just become a horny shemale slut, eager to take cock and fuck bitches. It's quite the life, darling, and it starts by crawling over here on your hands and knees and sucking my cock."\n\n<hr>\n[[Self-control.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Experimental candy.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Give in.|GGCandy5x5]]

"W-what are you talking about, there's no way I-" You cut yourself off as you realize that your body's already staggering forward, and you're dropping to your knees in front of him. You stare at his cock and balls as your head twitches ever closer even as you struggle to hold back. But it's no use, and you find your mouth and nose pressing up against his sack, your tongue lolling out to start licking and slurping against it. "Uh can'd sdob!" you protest, muffled both by his balls and by having your tongue out while you say it.\n\n"Heheh, that's because your subconscious and spirit both realize I'm your master, even if your conscious mind doesn't," Kevin says with a snicker, almost mockingly stroking a hand over your hair as you tongue-wash his balls. "Poor poor Jamie... even though your brain might be straight, your body's going to be a good little bitch for me." \n\nYou want to deny it, you try to deny it, but your mouth is pressing up against one of his balls and washing your tongue around against it in circles even as you give out grunts of denial. Kevin apparently intends to show you no mercy either... he leaves you knealing there tongue-bathing and suck-worshiping his balls until you've completely lost track of time. All you know is that you've been kneeling there at least an hour, constantly with the taste of his balls on your tongue, the smell of them in your nose, the feel of them on your face when he presses a hand on your head and rubs them against you. You keep trying to stop, to resist, but your body obediently keeps sucking his sack no matter how much you don't want to. \n\nAnd when Kevin leans back and presses you in and downward somewhat, you're similarly powerless to resist as you start tonguing his pucker, rolling your tongue around his asshole and pressing it inside, his balls resting against your upper face as you do. Several times over the next half hour you try to at least convince yourself it's something else, that you're eating out a girl, or at least a girl's ass, but the feel of Kevin's balls on your face and his completely, utterly masculine smell in your nose as you tongue-fuck his ass is impossible to escape. At least until he nudges you back up and slides your mouth over the head of his prick. You gag around it, just from the taste of it and the feel of his pre smearing all over your tongue at first, but soon you're gagging again as his hand keeps nudging you down to tease his cock at the opening of your throat. And then he's shoving harder, forcing your throat to open, your eyes bugging as you're forced to swallow it down, and keep swallowing until your chin is up against his balls and your nose is grinding against his crotch.\n\n"Mmmm, that's pretty good, y'know?" Kevin coos as he grips your hair, starting to work your head up and down as well as thrusting his hips upward, both fucking your mouth with his prick and fucking your mouth onto his prick, your body absolutely refusing to try and stop him other than a few twitches, shudders, and you squirming as you kneel in front of him. "I think I might like this better than if you'd submitted completely. Seeing my cute straight friend completely helpless to do anything but get throat-fucked by my dick's pretty hot. ... So I guess fucking your ass would be even hotter, huh?"\n\nYour eyes widen again, but you're barely given time to gasp and try to form a protest as he pulls your head up and off of him, only to throw you forward to be bent over the bed as he slips behind you. His hands roughly yank down your pants around your thighs, and then his huge, spit-slick cock is pushing inside you, stretching your straight, virgin asshole wide around it. You grit your teeth, groaning in protest as he leans forward and grips your wrists, pressing them against the bed. "K-Kevin, don't, stop it, it's too big," you whimper, even as his dick slides deeper and deeper inside you, showing no mercy.\n\n"You'll be fine, your mind can resist all it wants, but your body will be a good bitch and take every inch," he coos in your ear, starting to thrust lightly and making you gasp out in shock. But his pace and the strength of his thrusts steadily increases, and soon his fat red balls are slapping against your rather smaller peach-colored onces, your limp cock dangling below you, dwarfed by the one pumping into your now slick and apparently unresisting hole.\n\nYou grit your teeth, unable to keep your eyes from rolling as Kevin uses your ass to get himself off. The strange thing is that while you aren't enjoying it in the least, your body seems to be taking pleasure from it... or at least your asshole is, twitching and shuddering around that thick demon dick as Kevin pounds it into you, the way he's stretching out your hole and sliding so deep into you constantly reminding you just how small and soft your own cock is compared to his. Several times over the long, thorough fucking, you have what you can only call 'assgasms'... your hole clenching and almost sucking at him as you twitch and shudder with unwanted pleasure washing through you. Though your cock steadfastly remains limp and unresponsive, matching your mind's distaste for being fucked by another boy, let alone a big-dicked demon, you can't help but let out a rather long, slutty-sounding moan as Kevin's cock twitches and he finally begins unleashing a load of hot, gooey jizz deep inside you, enough to actually bulge out your belly and leave it jiggling a bit beneath you.\n\nKevin chuckles as he pulls out, leaving you shuddering and panting in place bent over the bed, cum dribbling out of your gaped asshole and down over your balls and limp cock to plop heavily into your underwear and jeans. "Oh yeah, you're gonna make a fine little worshiper, Jamie. In fact, that felt so good, I'll do something nice for you."\n\n"S-something... nice?" you ask faintly, still struggling to catch your breath.\n\n"You can pick from one of three things. One, I'll only fuck you really occasionally, whenever I don't feel like going out and getting a girl. Maybe like, once a week," he says, holding up one red finger as you look tiredly at him. "Of course, that's open to change, I'll still probably fuck you whenever I like and without warning, just not every day. Or, two, I could turn you gay. Super gay. A little cock-addict." He smirks as he raises his second finger. "You still wouldn't necessarily be happy and completely on board with worshiping me, but at least you'd completely enjoy my prick. Or, three, I could turn you into a girl." He raises his third finger, wiggling it a bit. "Of course, it won't actually change your mind, I guess that would make you a lesbian... but at least your body would accept me even easier, and you wouldn't have to worry about what anyone else thought if they found out about it. After all, I'm going to be your master for the rest of your life... gotta think ahead!"\n\nSomehow you understand that it's true... Kevin owns you now. Eventually someone else will find out he's fucking you, no matter how often it is... if he could retcon you into being a girl, that would at least preserve your dignity, sort of. Or you suppose if he really could... turn you... you wouldn't so much care about that anymore. What to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Have him fuck you less.|QOKev]]\n\n[[Have him fuck you gay.|QOKev3x2]]\n\n[[Have him turn you into a girl.|QOKev]]

Brief thoughts of bending Mandy over something and shoving up that tight skirt flit through your head, but you manage to suppress them, though your cock stirs briefly. Clearing your throat and doing your best to seem casual, you nod. "Yeah, sure." You stand up and follow after her, trying to get used to the feel of your tits bouncing and cock wobbling around with every step as Mandy leads you into the back area.\n\nIt seems to be a nice little open floor plan apartment... not super fancy but rather nice, all told. There's definitely a 'primary colors and slightly childish' aesthetic to it that you suppose befits someone that's passionate about candy. Tandy's sitting in a chair designed to look a lot like a gummi bear as you come in, and stands up, sashaying over with a bright smile on her face. "How lovely that you're awake, Cyan! Your body seems to have adapted beautifully... and you even had the self control not to molest my darling Mandy!" Tandy leans over, affectionately rubbing her cheek against Mandy's, the pale woman not so much as blinking. "Believe me that can be quite the feat, I'm not sure how I resist molesting her half the time myself. Anyway, let's have a seat. I imagine now that you're a little clear-headed you have a lot weighing on you."\n\n"I guess you could say that," you answer, your tone dry as Tandy settles back into her red gummi-chair and pulls Mandy to sit sidesaddle in her lap. You glance around, then ease yourself into the green gummi-chair, mmfing a little at the slightly sticky feel of it molding against your back, ass, balls, and thighs. Trying not to become distracted by the almost lewd way the chair yields under you, you say, "I mean... what's really happened to me, what did you do?"\n\n"Well the changes already started when you overused your cock after taking the blue pill candy," Tandy explains, rubbing along Mandy's hip. "But imbibing the fluids of a shemale witch like me pushed you much further towards something like... well, like me!"\n\nYou glance at her hat. "Witch, huh? So that's not just for show?"\n\n"Hiding in plain sight is sort of a specialty of mine," Tandy replies with a giggle. "But yes, I'm a witch. A particular kind of witch that draws power from bringing sex and lewdness into the world... think of it as a cross between a witch and a succubus. And that power has been awoken in you, with the changes to your body and mind."\n\n"My mind?" You blink. "Not just my body?"\n\n"Certainly. Think about it, you're taking all of this awfully well, aren't you? Not much doubt, or shock. And when you were out in the lounge, I'll bet when dear Mandy walked in, you thought about, say, shoving her to her knees and raping her throat, hm?" Smiling, Tandy tugs Mandy's skirt up, stroking her fingers over the other woman's bare pussy, Mandy's bland expression unchanging. "Why didn't you?"\n\n"Well, she said you were waiting, and I wanted to hear what you had to say, plus I wanted to have some self-control, and..." You trail off as you realize what was missing there.\n\n"Right right, nothing about her, hm?" Tandy laughs. "That's just the nature of what you are now dear, your brain doesn't process things quite the same way it did before. But I think it will work out for you... a whole new world is ahead of you, where you can become a powerful witch in your own right."\n\nYou nod slowly, leaning back against the gummi chair as you consider. You watch as Tandy, after several moments of stroking and fondling, shifts Mandy on her lap, having the pale woman straddle her, tugging her dress aside again to slide her cock into the woman's pussy and start bouncing her in a slow, easygoing rhythm, utterly unhurried. Almost thoughtfully you stroke your own stiffened prick as you watch them. "So how would that work, anyway?"\n\n"Well you could apprentice under me for awhile!" Tandy chirps, kneading Mandy's porcelain ass as the woman rides her, Mandy's face as impassive as ever despite the fact that her pussy is squishing wetly every time it thumps down on Tandy's fat prick. "Obviously I've based most of my spells, experiments, and power-seeking around one of my great passions in life, and whether it also became your passion or was simply a gateway to something more, there's a lot you could learn from me!"\n\n"I see," you answer with a nod, licking your lips a bit as you watch Mandy bounce on Tandy's cock. Obviously there would be certain other benefits to apprenticing under her... but then, it's also implied she'd have a certain control over you for the length of such an apprenticeship. "Or...?"\n\n"Or you could strike out on your own! I could give you some tools and study materials and items, and in return for getting you started and setting you on the path, you could help me out here and there while you make your way in the world. You know, sending me test subjects, granting me some of the fruits of your labor, that sort of thing." Tandy delivers a light slap to Mandy's ass, before adding, "Or you could return to your old life and learn there!"\n\n"Return to my...?" You glance down at yourself, then over at Tandy with a dry expression. "I think there are a few hurdles to that."\n\n"Psh, I'll give you a magic item that will create a kind of 'weirdness censor', no one will notice the change in your appearance," Tandy assures you, before grabbing Mandy's ass with both hands and yanking her down, obviously cumming in her. "I'd still want some sort of favor someday in return for the study materials, but nothing particularly huge or grand, and it would certainly give you the most opportunity to develop your own individual style! So what would you like to do, dear? I'm always eager to help out a new up-and-coming witch... one that wants to be friendly instead of rivals, anyway," she adds with a grin, hands slowly, gently kneading her quiet assistant's ass.\n\n<hr>\n[[Become Tandy's apprentice.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Go on the road.|RoadWitch1x1]]\n\n[[Return to your life.|GGCandy5x7]]

You consider for a few moments, before taking your hand off of your cock and resting it on your thigh. "I appreciate the offer, but I think I'd like to ease into things. So if it's possible, I'd like to go back home for now."\n\n"Understandable." Tandy nods, then nudges Mandy, the pale woman swinging off of her and stepping aside, cum dribbling down her thighs as Tandy's half-hard cock flops against her belly. The blonde stands and moves over to the kitchen counter, patting a hand beside a stack of clothing and a burgundy-colored messenger bag. "I had these prepared for you, you can get dressed and head home when you like. Of course you might want to take care of that hardon so you'll fit into your panties," she teases, smiling. "Mandy, let her fuck your throat."\n\n"Yes Boss," Mandy answers flatly, sinking to her knees in front of you and opening her mouth wide, tongue poking out a bit. You quirk your eyebrows, then shrug, not one to pass up the offer since both of them seem fine with it. Gripping the sides of Mandy's head, you slide the tip of your cock over her tongue, then shove your prick down her throat. The silver-eyed woman doesn't so much as blink as you stuff her throat with your cock, only quagging lightly as you begin fucking her mouth as if it were her pussy, your balls slapping against her chin. It's sort of a unique experience to see someone so unruffled by having their throat bulged up by a massive cock getting pounded into it, so it's not long before you're shoving your hips against her face and pouring your load into her belly. You draw out after a moment, letting yourself revel in the relief instead of stoking yourself up again, allowing your cock to go mostly-soft as you rub it against her impassive face, smearing a mixture of spit and cum across her porcelain skin.\n\n"There you go, dear. Has a lovely mouth-pussy, doesn't she?" Tandy says cheerfully as you step over, smiling and nodding gratefully at her. You examine the clothes and find that they're almost identical to what you were wearing on your first visit to the shop. You pull on the black thong, expecting your cock to come spilling out of it, but finding that it instead melds perfectly to the shape of your shaft and balls, outlining them clearly. Pulling on the black jeans has them similarly molding against your newly curvy legs, hips, and ass, but once you've zipped them up and buttoned them, your crotch looks flat as ever. That's some handy magic, you muse as you pull on the t-shirt, which stretches over your huge tits and then hugs against your middle, leaving about an inch of bare skin above your waistline. You glance at Tandy as she offers a black metal ring inscribed with little gold runes. "Here, this will create the censor that will keep everyone from noticing the changes to your physical appearance. It does have limits, though... they might not notice the occasional bulge here and there, but if you go naked and they see your cock, well."\n\n"Thanks, Tandy," you reply, accepting the ring and sliding it onto your right ring finger.\n\n"The bag has a few books and tools, the one with the light brown leather color has beginner spells in them. I added some tabs and labels, you'll probably want to look at the one I labeled 'Jedi Mind Trick' on your way home," she says with a chuckle.\n\nIt's full dark out as you exit the store, and you pull out the little tome Tandy suggested and page through it as you walk home. It's obvious why she suggested the spell in question... it basically is something to redirect someone's thoughts. It can't make any huge changes or make someone do something they would normally almost never do, but the light amount of influence should be just what you need when you walk in the door and-\n\n"Cyan!" your mother snaps as she storms up to you. You blink, since the two of you are roughly the same height now (and you're better-endowed). True to Tandy's word, though, she doesn't say a thing about the changes to your height, or your figure, or your hair, and instead says, "Do you have any idea what time it is?! Where have you been?!"\n\nMentally focusing on the designs and concepts the spellbook explained, you state clearly and firmly, "But you gave me permission to be out earlier, there's nothing to be mad about."\n\nShe blinks a few times, then nods. "Oh. That's right. Why was I upset?" She shakes her head. "I'm sorry, dear, it must have slipped my mind."\n\nYou do your best to suppress a grin. ... Hm. There was a stronger version of that spell that you also looked over. Maybe you could use it to have some fun with this...\n\n<hr>\n[[Make your mother "apologize".|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Don't push your luck.|GGCandy5x8]]

No... no, there's no way you could possibly tell anyone. The humiliation of it aside, who would even believe you? You'd sound like a crazy person... a perverted, deviant crazy person at that.\n\nYou scramble up and find some cleaning supplies in your room, doing your best to clean up the sheets and headboard, before putting on some clothes and sneaking to the bathroom for a shower. Once under the hot water and soaping yourself up to wipe off the thick, dried cum, you start to ponder your experience. Deciding to test yourself, you try thinking about guys... naked guys, cocks, their asses, everything you've seen in a locker room or just know from your own body. Nothing... your cock remains completely limp between your legs, not so much as a twitch. Then you bring to mind your memories of Maya's sister Baal in her skimpy black bikini. Your cock quickly rises to life, though not as quickly or as hard as you remember it getting last night, but still. Blushing, you at least feel relieved on that score... before biting your lower lip and reaching down, starting to stroke your sud-slick shaft and biting back a moan.\n\nSoon you fire a few long ropes of cum against the shower wall to be washed away by the fall of the water. Still experimentally, you keep stroking, recalling how last night you seemed to be able to cum again and again. But though you remain hard while you're stroking yourself, there's really no buildup, and only a few moments after you quit physical stimulation, you start going limp again. Pretty normal for you, really. Shaking your head in befuddlement, you finish off your shower and get dried off, heading back to your room to dress before heading down for breakfast.\n\nYour mother blinks at you as you sit down at the table. "Honey, you look exhausted. What time did you get to bed last night?"\n\n"Not that late," you reply with a little squirm. "I guess I just didn't rest too well. Um. Bad dream."\n\n"Aw. Well we all have nights like that sometimes. Maybe try to get to bed a little earlier tonight."\n\nBefore the day is over, you've managed to convince yourself that's what it was... just a dream. A very strange... intense... ... wet dream. But obviously one that won't be repeating. Right?\n\nFollowing your mother's advice, you decide to turn in a little early that night, changing into your sleeping clothes and flopping into bed, squirming underneath the top sheet and curling on your side. It's only as you're about to drift off that you realize you didn't leave your underwear on under your pajama pants like usual. Blushing at the realization, you're also a little confused... you never really do that, it can be too, uh, distracting. Still, the last thing you want to do tonight is encourage sexual thoughts, so instead you do your best to relax, and slip off into sleep.\n\nYou awaken in the dark to the sound of a familiar giggle. Your eyes go wide and you twist your head, looking up. The incubus is standing there, legs spread and feet planted to either side of you, his cock dangling down again, but actually looking even longer and thicker than last night. "Ready for round two, slut?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Eep.|QOInc1x3]]

"Um." For a few moments you're just flabbergasted, mouth opening and closing, before you manage a nervous grin. "Th-thanks, Mary. I mean... I really like you too, and care a lot about you, and you're... really great."\n\nYou watch her smile settle a little, the set of her eyes becoming a little more sad. But she just nods and tucks the earbud back into her ear, gazing off past the fence and out over the schoolyard. Nervously, you turn your attention back to the book, trying to force yourself to become absorbed in reading it again.\n\nMary's quiet for the rest of the day, seeming very subdued, perking up briefly when you see Maya that afternoon... though somehow you get the feeling that's a bit forced. It's the same thing when she talks to your parents... she's long since just become part of the household, and rather than quietly accepting her presence, both your mother and father seem to enjoy her. But something about how she's pushing the smile seems to get through, and it's overall a very quiet night. Once the two of you have retired to your room, she settles on the bed, curled up a bit and listening to her music. You feel a bit nervous and unsettled doing your MMOing with her like that, but you're just not sure what to say. Eventually you glance at the clock and log out, going over to tap on Mary's shoulder, waiting for her to unplug an ear before saying, "I need to change, so...?"\n\nShe nods, her face a little blank as she gets up and walks out of the room. You sigh, really not sure how to handle this, but unable to think of anything else. You change into your usual pajama pants and tanktop, then head to the door. Mary's on the other side, as usual changed just as swiftly, but tonight she's wearing a blue silk robe that covers her from shoulders to ankles, holding her hands tugging it further closed in front, her head lowered a bit. You resist the urge to sigh... great, you've upset her so bad she wants to cover up more. You consider offering the guest bedroom to her, but somehow that just seems like it would make it worse. You wait for her to come in, then close the door and flick the light off, the room now lit just by the moonlight from outside. Trying to operate on routine, you climb into bed and lay down on your side, facing the wall. But no warm form comes snuggling up to your back. Instead you hear a soft, "Master...?"\n\nYou turn to look at her, sitting up, your eyes going wide as she slips the robe off of her shoulders and lets it pool on the ground. Her perfectly tan body is bare beneath, shadowed in the moonlight, perfect breasts bared, smooth crotch uncovered. As you stare, her wings unfurl, horns pressing up out of the sides of her head, while she keeps her face down a bit, eyes hidden in shadows.\n\n"Master... am I ugly?" she whispers.\n\n"W-what... no," you croak, shaking your head. "No, Mary, you're... you're gorgeous, I..." You trail off, just shaking your head again.\n\n"... I know I'm not," she murmurs, and in the soft silvery light, a wet glimmer runs down one cheek, then the other. "I know I'm not," she repeats, her voice shaking as she presses her palms to her cheeks. "I can see Master getting hard when he looks at me... feel his excitement when I press against him... even hear his heart racing when he looks at me in the sun... so why...?" she continues, her voice cracking. "Why won't you touch me...?"\n\nYou swallow hard, feeling a stinging heat in your eyes. "Mary... I just... I don't want to force you to-"\n\n"I <i>want</i> you to touch me!" she cries desperately, dropping her hands and clenching them into fists, her head coming up and showing those beautiful blue eyes full of tears. "I want you on me, inside of me! I want you to..." She trails off with a soft sob, rubbing a palm across one of her cheeks. "I sleep beside you every night, hoping that night will be the one you pull me to you. I make clothes every day, hoping it's the day you pull them off of me. I tell you I love you... and the only thing I wanted to hear was that you loved me too..."\n\nTrembling, fighting back your tears and starting to lose, you lower your head. "... You got forced into being my familiar. What I've done isn't anything special. I haven't done anything but just... be decent to you and treat you like a person, that doesn't deserve love."\n\n"You <b><i>liar</i></b>!" she almost screams, clenching her fists in front of her throat, her teeth gritting and her face twisting with anger, your eyes coming up to her in shock. Her voice comes out in an almost whimper, tone desperate as she whispers, "I'm a succubus. I'm <i>nothing</i> but an object! I was made, made <i>for you</i>, to be used, fucked like a sex doll, drained like a magic battery, consulted like a textbook, and you... you hold my hand, and buy me a phone, you take me to movies, you take me to school, you share music with me and talk to me about TV shows and you act like I'm a person and you think that isn't <i>special to me</i>?!" Her mouth twists, and then she drops her head, sobbing softly, her shoulders shaking.\n\nSwallowing hard, tears running down your cheeks, you stand and step over to her, reaching out, only to flinch as she whirls away, sobbing out a "No!" and trembling. You stand miserably, watching her cry, until she calms enough to turn back to you, tear-streaked face raising, blue eyes staring into your brown ones.\n\n"I love you," she whispers, the words hurting because of how heartbroken they sound. "I may not have existed for very long, but I know that. And I know how rare it is. I wasn't made to love... but you treated me like a person. And now I can love. And I love you. So if you don't love me... if you can never be with me... tell me now. ... Let me go," she adds, looking away. "Don't make me live with this if it can never be."\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell her you love her.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Tell her it can never be.|QOSuc]]

You find yourself grinning. "Sure. I guess you should get to relax sometimes too, huh? Just be ready with whatever mind-whammy you used to make everyone forget I nearly punched a hole in a locker."\n\n"Eheh, Master noticed, huh?" Mary says a bit sheepishly, brushing her fingertip against her cheek.\n\n"Yeah, that seemed a little out of the bounds of your 'it's normal' thing."\n\n"I can do stronger stuff too, yeah." Mary grins, then closes her eyes and lets out a long breath, her wings and horns gradually expanding, the leathery expanses behind her unfurling. There's very much the sense of a muscle being relaxed, as if she'd been holding herself tensed for awhile. Beaming, she settles down to sit on the rooftop, folding her legs and putting in her headphones, then rummaging in her bag for her lunch.\n\nYou grin and settle down near her, pulling out your own lunch and the book you're currently reading, enjoying the sun and breeze, and the faint sound of music from Mary's headphones. You eventually look up at the sound of the music getting a bit louder, and the sound of Mary saying "Hey, Master?" You look up, and for just a moment you're struck... her head is tilted, blonde hair spilling down over her shoulder, a smile somehow both shy and exuberant on her face, those amazing blue eyes fixed right on you, horns and wings more framing the sweet natural beauty they're attached to than detracting or distracting from it. "Y-yeah?" you stammer, staring at her.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/0XMHJHc.png?1>\n\n"I love you, Master," she says softly, eyes sparkling a bit brighter.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiss her.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Thank her.|QOSuc2x12]]

You've heard some various stuff about how gross it is for guys to want to "defend a maiden's honor" by acting all tough. None of it is coming to mind at the moment, since 1) Mary is clearly looking at you hoping you'll do something 2) someone treating her like that has <i>really</i> pissed you off.\n\nYour face a thundercloud, feeling an entirely uncharacteristic rush of pure rage running through you, you turn and snarl out, "Hey <b>asshole</b>!"\n\nThe entire hallway goes silent like someone had flipped a switch. The senior himself slowly turns around, stepping back over to you and glowering down at you, having head and shoulders and several repeated grades on you. "The fuck you say to me?"\n\n"I said, don't you ever do that again, asshole, or I'll make you sorry," you snarl back, matching him glare for glare unflinchingly.\n\n"And the fuck you gonna do about-" he begins.\n\nYour hand snaps out, not at him, but to the side. Some part of you is still in control enough to realize that you'd quite possibly get kicked out of school for being in a fight, even if the other party almost killed you like he should be able to. Instead your fist impacts the locker next to you, and instead of the crack of bone and burst of pain there should be, there's the crunch and shriek of twisting metal. The senior goes pale as he looks at your fist half-buried in the locker door... which appears to be smoking slightly.\n\n"Go ahead. Say something about 'thots', motherfucker," you growl.\n\n"Uh, all women are queens, or some shit," he replies faintly, holding both hands up and backing away slowly, before turning and getting in much more of a hurry.\n\nThere's quiet for a moment more, before people start chattering again. You slowly draw your fist away with a huff... then stare at it as Maya and Mary hurry over, Mary throwing her arms around you. "Yay! Way to go!"\n\n"The fuck, Jamie?" Maya murmurs, staring at your fist as well. "I'd swear it was on fire when you threw the punch. Like, literally on fire."\n\n"Well, he does have a succubus familiar," Mary says rather smugly, making both of you stare at her. "I'm not here just to look pretty, yanno!"\n\nLater that day, during lunch, Mary urges you to head up to the roof with her. Normally all the students are forced into the cafeteria like some sort of quarantine, but with Mary's little spells it's easy enough to get away and head up to the fenced-off area. Which really looks like it was intended to be used anyway... probably the teachers come up here to smoke or something.\n\n"Hey, um," you say nervously as you follow Mary out. "I don't... want you to think I was trying to... I don't know, 'white knight' or something..."\n\n"Master, I'm a succubus, if anyone doesn't need a guy second-guessing himself it's me," she answers with a giggle, whirling around to face you and giving you the most gentle smile you've seen yet. "Maybe some girls don't like a guy coming to their rescue, but I do. As long as that guy is you, Master."\n\nYou blush and glance aside, rubbing the back of your neck, then glancing up. "Well. Okay. That thing with the punch was... shocking."\n\n"I'll figure out how much has been affected later," she says breezily, obviously unbothered. Then she ahs, "Hey, Master? Could I, you know... relax?" she says, gesturing a bit in the direction of her back and head.\n\nYou look at her in confusion, then blink. That's right... you haven't seen her wings and horns since she was first summoned. For the last week, the two of you have either been in your house, with one or more of your parents around, or in public. \n\n<hr>\n[[Sure.|QOSuc2x11]]\n\n[[Not a good idea.|QOSuc3x1]]

Somewhat intrigued by the new age title clashing with the obviously aged tome, you pull <i>The Necessity of Change</i> over and open it up. As you'd expect of a particularly old volume, there are no acknowledgements pages or printing notes, it gets right to business with the first page declaring at the top 'Glory to Tzeentch!' ... Huh. Haven't you seen that name somewhere before? Maybe on the internet? It seems very vaguely familiar but you can't place it and don't feel like derailing your reading from the very first line to go off on a tangent. So instead you keep on reading as the book begins to expound on the glory of change for the sake of change, and the powers of magic and alteration.\n\nIt actually takes you awhile to notice one of the odder aspects of the book... the font keeps changing. You're fairly certain it's an actual font, probably from an old-time printing press, it's too neat and clear for hand writing. But if so they must have been subtly altering the letter plates virtually every few sentences, since it changes so gradually that you can't immediately notice it while reading. Only by flipping from the twentieth page or so back to the first is the change really noticeable. Shrugging, you continue on... so far it's mostly just a bunch of yapping about how all forms of change are to be sought after, how any change is good, how stagnation is worse than death. Gradually it begins to assert that the best and most desirable thing is chaos... pure, utter chaos, creating a constant churn of change with nothing ever the same from moment to moment.\n\nAt first it was all just rather speculative and philosophical, and the only reason you kept reading was because everything about the book says that it's antique, and yet the anarchistic philosophies it broaches are definitely at odds with the era it looks like it was printed in. But as you read on it begins to get to what you suspect is the point... a prediction of the Time of Change, that will start right here, in Helmuth, by the sounds of it. 'Finally, a bit of authentic local myth,' you think smugly, reading on. The author continues to go into great detail about how the Time of Change will be a wonderful era full of chaos where not even biology or physics is the same from day to day, and then begins to expound on when the Time of Change will arrive. All very generic things, obviously... the castle of the ruler of a great nation will be engulfed in flames, a plague brought about by cruelty upon an emerald land, eighty-six shall die in fire while the great city celebrates outside, the whole world shall plunge into a war brought upon by court jesters playing at assassins...\n\nThe last gives you pause. The whole world plunged into war... it's not like no one ever came up with the concept before, but the specific mention of the assassins acting like court jesters sounds a lot like the hamhanded and ridiculous assassination of Archduke Ferdinand that essentially kicked off World War I. The realization makes something tickle in your brain, and you look at the previous mention... the Windsor Fire in New York City? Feeling a rush of cold down your spine, you continue reading. The analytical part of your brain insists that the events you're describing can't be actual predictions, it's all just vague nonsense that your brain is leaping to confirmation bias on once you clicked a few real-life events to the pattern. And yet, it keeps getting more and more specific, the predictions less and less vague, the numbers and even dates more exacting, all of it overlaid with the idea that all of this order, all of this following some grand design is just a buildup to unleashing the Time of Change.\n\nYou stare at the next page as you turn it, finding yourself reading the last line of the predictions over and over again. 'And he shall speak with charm and smiles, and make promises of hope and <b>change</b>. Eight years will he reign, and when he has descended the throne, soon shall follow the Time of Change.'\n\nYou swallow hard, tongue nervously flicking over your lips, as you let your eyes shift slightly to the right. It looks like there's roughly a quarter of the book left... what could possibly be in it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Refuse to read.|WilmaLibrary]]\n\n[[Read on, but reluctantly.|WilmaLibrary3x2]]\n\n[[Read on eagerly.|WilmaLibrary]]

Since they apparently armed and armored you when they hijacked you, time to show them what a bad idea that was from start to finish. You snatch the gun out of the holster at your hip and point it at the green-skinned guy. "Alright, listen you, send me back to Earth <i>right now</i>, or I'll blow your head off or melt you into a puddle or whatever the hell this thing does!"\n\nHe shakes his head sadly, 'tsk'ing softly under his breath. "Youths today. Where did they go wrong?"\n\n"Oh now that is just-" You blink as red text reading 'Blaster deactivated' suddenly flashes on your helmet HUD. "What?"\n\nSomething slams into your side just below your arm with all the force of a well-filled water balloon and sends a tingling sensation like a strong static shock spreading through your entire body. You topple over, twitching and spasming, and your vision fuzzing and blurring as the sensation reaches your head.\n\n"Thank you, Ydoncha," you hear the man's voice say, tinny and warbling.\n\n"I just <i>love</i> saving your life, Captain," you can hear the woman reply in an up-and-down register with a bass drop right before you pass out.\n\nYou awaken with a gasp and a lurch to find yourself laying on a padded shelf, in a small room without much other than said shelf in it, one wall nothing but a slightly blue-tinted wavering blank that shows a hallway outside. You look down at yourself... you're wearing a snug white tanktop and loose orange pants, and can feel something around your neck. Touching it with your fingers finds that it's a smooth silver collar without any apparent breaks or fastening devices.\n\nAs you're trying to decide how to process all of this, a middle-aged woman with purple skin, green hair, and solid gold eyes, wearing what looks like a very standard skirt-suit, walks in front of the obvious force field and turns to face you. "Miss LaChance, I am Edwina Ekchisarak, your assigned public defender. We'll be going to your trial here in a few moments so I'd like to discuss that with you."\n\n"W-wha? Trial? A few minutes?!" You stand up and rush to the field, at the last moment deciding against touching it in case it's one of those kinds that shocks you. "Don't we have to, like, go over my defense or something?!"\n\n"Your defense is simple, obvious, and requires no elaboration. That being that you didn't think to read or check the print inside the bag that you bought before putting on the suit and effectively signing your contract, and that you were under extreme emotional duress when you pulled your gun on a Space Ranger... a superior officer, at that, since you hadn't formally turned in your resignation at that point. All of that has already been made clear to the ruling panel and taken into account, and the most severe penalties have already been taken off of the table. There are really only two ways forward, at this point."\n\n"What do you mean, only two? I just want to go home!"\n\n"I realize that, but there is virtually no way that is going to happen. There is an extremely, extremely small chance you could convince them to do so, but the more likely result is making your situation worse. That is why I urge you to plead guilty to the charges."\n\n"Plead guilty? Seriously?!"\n\n"Yes. If you plead guilty, the judging panel has agreed to send you to a low security rehabilitation world. You'll serve out your tour of duty there... five years... after which you'll be discharged and paid your accrued salary, minus a small monthly fine. The amount should still be enough to afford you a transport willing to take you to this 'Earth' and drop you off. It's an extremely good deal and I've already worked very hard to set it up."\n\nYou brood on that for a few moments, then ask, "And if I plead not guilty?"\n\nShe sighs. "If you plead not guilty, the best I can really do is re-state the circumstances that the judges already know, but without the contrition of a guilty plea. I suppose it's theoretically possible the judges might change their minds if they see that you are a relative youngling, but most likely you will be sent to a medium security prison facility for anywhere from five to ten years. You can also make other arguments, but I highly advise against that... the judges have extremely broad discretion in these matters, since you are still technically a member of a military agency under their purview. However, I am ultimately your lawyer, and I must accede to the whims of my client. So, if I may ask, what are your intentions?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Plead Guilty.|GGSR5x1]]\n\n[[Plead Not Guilty.|GGSR3x3]]

"Look, no way," you say, raising both hands in negation. "I don't know anything about any of this and I'm not having it, I want out and I want to go home."\n\n"Well, while you're bound by contract, it is part of the service that any Space Ranger can resign their commission at any time," the green-skinned guy muses aloud, bringing his hand up to rub his chin... or rather, rub his faceplate over his chin. "So if that's really how you feel..."\n\n"Yup, definitely how I feel."\n\n"Very well then! Ydoncha, prepare to send the civilian to the nearest aligned world!"\n\n"Nearest... aligned world?" You blink. "That's Earth, right?"\n\n"Ahahaha! Of course not!"\n\n"The nearest aligned world is Akatotia. It's about halfway across the galaxy from where we got you," the black-skinned woman says flatly. "Sorry, but that's the super ultra kind and empathetic Space Ranger policy. If you resign your commission while still under your contract of service, you get discharged on the nearest world with a Space Ranger outpost and have to make your own way home from there."\n\n"You're just gonna dump me on some alien world to find my own way back to Earth?!" you yelp.\n\n"Really justice-like, ain't it?" she drawls.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well... fine!|GGSR]]\n\n[[No, this is bullshit! Force them to send you home!|GGSR3x2]]

At this point, you decide to read the rest of the book mostly because you desperately want it to provide some measure of hope that this Time of Change can be averted, because your doubt that it's approaching is steadily vanishing from your mind. Unfortunately as you read on, you're horrified to realize that the book is now giving a succinct summary of someone's life story... your life story! A handful of specific events from your childhood and teenage years that all taken together could hardly describe anyone else, a description of your meeting Ted, Tanya, and Skinny, and it all ends with you sitting here in the library in Helmuth!\n\n'And she shall read the words, and emerge to look into the sky, and see the first of the stars to fall. And then she shall bear witness to the Time of Change with her own eyes, and those eyes shall be the last in the world to look upon it as once all saw it.'\n\nSwallowing hard again, you force yourself to continue, and discover that there really is some faint amount of hope. Apparently the followers of Tzeentch can't just sit back and wait for the Time of Change to happen, they have to take some specific actions at specific places and even at specific times to bring it about in its 'proper' form. The actions have to take place in conjunction with the alignment of certain stars and planets with Earth and other celestial bodies, and some furious searching on your cellphone indicates that the final celestial event marking the time for a ritual is roughly a week from now. You have one week to prevent the end of the world! Or at least, the end of the world as you or anyone else alive knows it!\n\nYou hesitate though as you look back over the descriptions of the places. If you're interpreting these right, they're all over the continent... to get to them in time to stop them all (because it looks like otherwise, they can still bring about some sort of cataclysmic event), you'd have to convince Ted and Tanya to hire the very fastest passenger jets, and other modes of transportation besides. You'd have to convince your friends that A) the apocalypse is real and coming, B) they have to help you stop it, and C) they shouldn't blame you because you're apparently part of the catalyst for it. Can you... can you really do that? Is it actually possible for four ragtag twenty-somethings and their big goofy dog to avert doomsday?\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell them.|WilmaLibrary]]\n\n[[Don't.|WilmaLibrary3ax1]]

You peer into the bin of of little gummi figures, thinking that 'humans' is certainly a gummi theme you've never seen before. You notice that they're actually anatomically correct, too, contoured to have little legs and the meeting of such, little boobs or little dicks, and in some cases both. You snicker to yourself, thinking that these must be meant for bachelor/bachelorette parties or something. In part because you think your friends will find them hilarious, in part just to see if they'll actually let someone your age buy them, you snag one of the plastic bags from a container nearby and put a few scoopfuls of the gummi people in it.\n\nThe well-endowed blonde at the counter doesn't say a word about you buying them, however, though there's definitely a distinct twinkle in her catlike green eyes when she tells you to enjoy them. You head outside with your bag of vaguely naughty goodies, mildly disappointed that you didn't get a flustered response, but still looking forward to showing them off to friends.\n\nHm. Calling up everyone you know and saying 'OMG guys I got candy with dongs!' might be just a bit too juvenile, even for, well, a juvenile. You scroll through your contacts list, picking out a couple of potentials. Probably best to call up just one buddy, as a sort of acid test on whether the candy his hilarious or lame.\n\n<hr>\n[[Text Jimmy.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Text Megan.|GGCandy]]

"I'll assist with the interrogation of the Raptarran, Admiral," you agree, frowning. "I want to know how the hell that thing remained undetected aboard the <i>Maine</i> for so long without being detected by our sensor sweeps."\n\n"Something we're very interested in as well, Commander," Admiral Bigguns agrees grimly, her large breasts jiggling slightly as she stands up. "Let's go."\n\nThe Raptarran has been set up in a holding area interrogation room. Since most of those are set up for humanoid prisoners, it looks like security and engineering have had to get a bit creative... you wonder what the bleeding hearts would think of a metal collar bolted to a metal table bolted to the floor, with forcefield bands around its middle to pin its arms to its sides. A pair of somehow generic-looking male human security officers are standing in corners of the room with phaser rifles, apparently ready to stun it again on a moment's notice.\n\nYou pull out the chair of the table and settle into it, eyeing the creature, trying not to glance at the mirrored wall behind which the Admiral and some others are watching. "So. Do you have a name?" you decide to start out with.\n\n"Our names do not translate well to your tongue," the alien responds in its clicks and trills, the room's universal translator rendering the words in a bass voice. "The closest way to translate it would be something like 'Orange-Striped One Who's Particularly Fond of Raping Pale-Haired Mammal Females In The Anus'."\n\n"... Some name," you reply blandly, doing your best not to let your eyes look at your own blonde bangs now. You have to hand it to him, that's fairly well derailed your train of thought. You decide to get right to the heart of the matter. "Don't suppose you'd care to tell us how you evaded our sensor scans?"\n\n"I was created to," he answers easily enough, actually sounding rather smug. "We are masters of genetics... we pursue them for our own amusement. While we do not always practice them on our own kind, I am one of the greatest exceptions. I was designed and birthed to be an infiltrator and saboteur... making your sensors blind to me is as easy for me as you would find shrugging your delicate little shoulders."\n\n"... I see. So you were aboard the <i>Maine</i> already when we beamed aboard."\n\n"Yes. I waited until the rather succulent red-haired female was alone and then raped her. She was relatively easy to break... only two loads in each of her lower holes and she was begging me for more," he coos with such easy smugness that he's either the most accomplished liar you've ever heard of or telling the truth. "I spent the remainder of the time having her suck my cock and tongue my ass, since you frustratingly kept the others on the bridge with you. Had you not ambushed me in the monitor room, I would already have escaped, rendevoused with my new human slut, and started gathering others."\n\n"You know where Doctor Fukher is, then?"\n\nHe makes a motion rather like a shrug. "We had no specific plans, I knew I would be able to find her."\n\n"Why did you want her with you? Some twisted idea of... being mated? Just the pleasure of it?" you demand, your lip curling at his perversity.\n\nHe chuffs, a sound the translator renders as a chuckle. "No. She will birth more soldiers like myself. Those will have my own abilities... sadly, their own offspring, even with her, will not have such abilities, but they will still be Raptarrans. Strong, fast, intelligent, their brains gaining technical knowledge automatically as they grow."\n\nYou feel your blood run cold, and try not to let your fear show. Unfortunately by the way his nostrils flare and his glistening red cock comes slipping out of its leathery sheath, he's quite aware, and his toothy smirk grows wider. "But such soldiers wouldn't be ready for years," you venture.\n\nThat makes him trill loudly, the translation coming through as boisterous laughter. "Try days. I was made to be capable of creating a Raptarran invasion from behind the enemy's lines in a month, not years!"\n\n"You're lying," you assert, starting to stab a finger at him, then thinking better of it when you remember those sharp teeth aren't muzzled. "Why would you tell us all of this, if it were true?"\n\n"Because it doesn't matter," he says simply. "I can tell you as many of my secrets as you like. If you'll let me fuck you, I'll even tell you some of my people's technological secrets, give you a bit of a jump on us," he continues, shaking his tail and making his cock waggle, sending a few drops of pre spraying to the floor. "We like it when our conquests give us a challenge. I wouldn't even be scolded when I was retrieved."\n\nScowling and deciding you don't care to hear any more at the moment, you push yourself up from the table and leave the room. Admiral Bigguns and her associates turn towards you as you enter the viewing room. "From everything we can tell, he's telling the truth," she allows. "About everything. Assuming he can't fool the sensors as well as render himself invisible to them."\n\n"So what do we do? If what he said is true, Doctor Fukher is out there somewhere with a potential invader army in her womb and a compromised mind," you answer, folding your arms.\n\n"We've already tripled our efforts at finding the doctor, the moment he said that," the Admiral says, walking towards the door and beckoning you. "Please join me, Commander." She clasps her hands behind her back, breasts bouncing just slightly with every step she takes. If that's what she's like with support, you have to wonder what she'd be like naked. Cutting into your wondering if such thoughts count as insubordination, she continues, "If these Raptarrans are as advanced and powerful as he claims, the only reason they haven't conquered the Federation already is because they haven't bothered to try. We're going to need every advantage we can get to prepare ourselves for them, as well as these latest RubBorg incursions. Now, Commander, that... thing... made an offer, and I want to be very clear that I would never order you to do anything like that, and that if you decline to do so no harm will come to your career..."\n\n"But you'd like me to volunteer to let it rape me, so that it will share the secrets of Raptarran technology with us," you supply flatly.\n\nYou don't actually see her wince, but the tone of her voice makes it clear she'd like to. "I wouldn't have put it like that... and perhaps that's wrong of me. I would not <i>like</i> it at all, but it may be that we can bribe him similarly whether or not you volunteer. If you decline, I completely understand. There will be a place for you on the new Anti-Raptarran Taskforce anyway... or you can simply be moved on to your next assignment. It's your choice, Commander, and I promise you that you will suffer no censure or recriminations for it. ... But remember, this too is a service the galaxy needs of you, and if you don't sacrifice, someone else will be asked to."\n\nYour jaw clenches a little, but you nod. You can't exactly argue with that. So...\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to letting the Raptarran fuck you.|TrekF12x1]]\n\n[[Join the Anti-Raptarran Task Force.|TrekF5x4]]\n\n[[Move on to your next assignment.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

"This is <i>BULLSHIT</i>!" you shriek, lurching forward and thrusting your fists towards the judges. "You fucking fascists, I'm not crazy, you're the ones that are crazy you fucking Big Military freaks!"\n\nEdwina reaches out to put her hands on your back as if to urge you to calm down, but you wheel on her in a rage and shove her to the floor, looming over her as she yelps and scrabbles backwards, strands of green hair falling free of her bun. "This is your fault, you incompetent bitch!" you snarl. "If you'd done your job and made sure they knew it was the gun's fault, this would never-!"\n\nYou're cut off as a shock passes through your body, making your throat seize and all your muscles twitch and spasm. You near-instantly drop to the floor, bucking and jerking for a few moments more, before it stops. As your consciousness starts to fade again, you can just barely hear the lead judge saying, "In light of the defendant's erratic display and assault on civilian personnel, the sentence is revised to a maximum security mental rehabilitation facility for a period of no less than three years."\n\nYou come to, feeling like you're laying on a thin layer of the marshmallow cream that's inside some snack cakes... soft, yielding, and a little sticky. The floor and ceiling are all white, with little gently-pulsing shades of color here and there in seemingly random places. You groan and try to sit up, only to find that when you try to move your arms to do so not much happens, and you're left to flop slightly. Forcing yourself to focus a little more, you look down to find that you're wearing something tight, shiny, and white... it is in fact so tight that it looks like you've been vacuum-sealed into it. It has long sleeves that completely sheath your arms, pulling them across your body under your breasts and behind you, apparently fastening to your back; your breasts are individually 'sealed', the material apparently thin enough and conforming enough that the shape of your nipples is visible. The top leaves your hips bare and goes down in a very thin strip between your legs... it's impossible to tell what it's doing in back since other than where it's actively restraining you, you can barely feel the stuff on you, leaving you with a feeling of simultaneously being tightly covered, displayed, and naked. Your legs and feet are bare, other than a set of thin metal bands with little black squares on one spot of them, one around each thigh and one around each ankle for four in all.\n\nYou also realize that your mouth feels faintly uncomfortable... not painful, or sore, just mildly uncomfortable. Trying to move your jaw yields the reason... you've apparently been fitted with some sort of facemask/gag combo. The facemask keeps your jaw from moving at all, while the gag fits not only in between your teeth but clamps lightly on your tongue to keep it from moving either. Your mouth has been effectively and completely immobilized. At least other than the straitjacket(?), your body doesn't seem to have been bound up, and after a few moments of simmering in anger, you manage to shove yourself over to the wall and work yourself up into a sitting position. Not that it does much but give you a different angle to look at the cell from, but at least you feel a little more accomplished. It looks like there is a door, just from the faint outline in the wall, and not too long after you've gotten into your sitting position, it slides open.\n\nA guy... at least you think it's a guy, he's lean and a bit androgynous... walks in. It's not surprising he's an alien... his skin and fluffy-looking hair are both similar shades of purple, and his eyes are a slightly more pinkish neon hue of glowing purple. He's wearing something that looks sort of like pale blue scrubs, albeit with a slightly sharper cut and a little glowing panel on the chest with the text 'Doctor' and his picture on it. "Good morning, Patient 8971!" he says in a chirpy tone. "Allow me to introduce myself and explain your situation. I'm Doctor Arbrite. You are at the Anzibi Psychiatric Prison where you will be for the next three years. You have been assigned prisoner number 8971, though of course we prefer to think of you as a patient! You will only be referred to by your number here... we feel it encourages you to leave all the expectations of your identity from the outside there, so we can really tackle the root of your problems!"\n\nWhile you continue to glare at him, he looks at the clipboard... though it's obviously more of a tablet of some kind. "Let's see... ruled to be mentally ill due to admitted inability to control violent impulses in the vicinity of potential weapons. My my, that is a tough one. And it seems you assaulted your public defender too... possibly some issues of inability to distinguish friend and foe there, that's a tough one, it can make treatment a lot more difficult. But! Don't you worry, we'll do our best to get you sorted out! In three years you'll hopefully be able to go before the panel a changed sentient, and you won't get your sentence extended. Oh dear, your vitals just jumped. Here, let me shift that."\n\nHe taps the clipboard's surface, and you can feel the parts of the gag sliding off your tongue and teeth, then away from your mouth and parting along your cheeks, leaving you to gasp loudly... it wasn't interfering with your breathing at all, but somehow it feels like it should have been, and you can still feel it pressing along the line of your jaw and your cheekbones even as you snap, "You mean I don't even automatically get out in three years?!"\n\n"Oh heavens no! Three years is just your minimum sentence for the two instances of assault!" Arbrite says as cheerfully as ever. "But if at the end of that time it's judged that you haven't made sufficient progress with your mental health, your stay with us will be extended indefinitely until such time as you are judged safe to rejoin society."\n\nWhile you're sitting there stunned, he continues, "Of course, exactly how, where, and how enjoyable it is to serve that sentence is almost entirely up to you, and the progress you make. If you cooperate and show that you're working on conquering your issues, you can gradually be moved from this extended solitary confinement to more comfortable quarters connected to social and entertainment areas. The other option is that you can voluntarily undergo one of the various elective procedures we practice here, which would allow you to almost immediately be moved to the position of a trustee. You would become more like an employee with on-site housing than an inmate." He smiles a bit more at your blink. "Of course, the procedures are a bit more... radical... than more standard therapeutic methods, but we like patients to be involved in shaping their treatment, so if that's your decision, I can take you to the treatment center almost immediately."\n\n<hr>\n[[Do a procedure.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGSR]]

"The gun, blame it on the gun," you murmur back quietly.\n\n"I... don't follow."\n\n"They handed me a weapon, right? It's only natural I'd use it to get violent and demand people do what I want," you insist. "They say that on Earth all the time, that guns just encourage people to be violent, and that's what happened, it's their fault that they gave me the gun!"\n\n"... Very well." Edwina clears her throat as she straightens up and addresses the judges again. "Your honors, on my client's homeworld it is culturally understood that an individual being in possession of a gun means that they are more likely to use it in a violent manner. My client therefore wishes to argue that by giving her a weapon, it is in fact the fault of Captain Commander that she threatened a superior officer... Captain Commander, in this instance... with it."\n\n"Deliberating upon your arguments." The judges sit back in their chairs, and you can see lights on their implants blinking at high speed. It takes about a minute before the one in the center leans forward again. "It is the finding of this court that the defendant is criminally insane, and should therefore be remanded to a medium security mental health facility for treatment and rehabilitation."\n\n"WHAT?!" you yelp.\n\n"To argue that access and opportunity to use violence equals an irresistable impulse to do violence indicates a mental abnormality in which the individual is already prone to violence, and therefore a threat to others with any item that could potentially be used to inflict violence. You are therefore being remanded to a mental health facility for diagnosis and treatment until it is judged that you do not associate the potential for violence with the certainty of violence, and are thus safe to mingle with other sentients." He presses a control in front of him, a loud and somewhat familiar <b>THOOM-THOOM</b> resounding through the courtroom.\n\n<hr>\n[[Grudgingly go along.|GGSR4x1]]\n\n[[Lose your shit.|GGSR3x5]]

Maybe there's some sort of instructions you missed. You rush back to the box to look through it, and soon find, half tucked under a fold in the cardboard, a little glossy bit of paper with lettering on it.\n\n<center><b>Before donning costume</b>\nplease be aware that it will alter your body\nfor full cosplay authenticity. This is high\nquality magecraft, brought to you in the name of\nthe best and most accurate cosplay. The spell will\nlast from the donning of the costume until\nsunrise, usually.\nTo avoid issues, please heed the following:\n* Avoid becoming separated too much from costume. Under no circumstances should costume be entirely lost, destroyed, or should other clothing be put on over it or instead of it.\n* Avoid overindulging in sexual intercourse. Too many orgasms may convince your body its new configuration is accurate.\n* Avoid mingling magics from other enchanted costumes or alteration spells. This can produce unexpected side effects.\n* Some costumes, especially the Full-Grade Accessorized costumes, may attract magical entities that fit with their dynamic. Please be aware and prepared.\n</center>\n\n"Tell me that sooner!" you shout, tossing the paper to the floor. Huffing, you rub your face with both hands. Okay. So long as you don't, like... burn the costume or something stupid, you'll apparently turn back when the sun comes up. As strange as it seems, you'll apparently be fine. \n\nStill, you now have to figure out what to do with the rest of the evening. You suppose you could just go to the party, like you planned... you've got, admittedly, a costume that should surprise everyone when they hear it's you. Though you're not sure if you could entirely live down appearing before everyone as such a pretty little girlyboi.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the party.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Stay in.|BuddyOct15x4]]

You're a thirty-two-year-old man named Mike (just a regular joe). You have short hair-colored hair and neutral-colored eyes, and are neither particularly ugly or particularly handsome, nor remarkably stupid or exceptionally intelligent. You're just a very average guy who's had very average success... well, for some metric of "success". See, you've never been the sort to hold down a really <i>regular</i> job. You've got an ongoing contract with a temp agency that keeps you in fairly regular employment, but your average span at one job is roughly two weeks. Still, it generally suits you pretty well, you get to try lots of different things and are never in one place long enough for it to become truly life-suckingly boring.\n\nOn this particular day, you get up and check your for-public-consumption email (because you realized that putting RikkuTits4ever@rule69.com on job applications wasn't a terribly great idea) to find that you do indeed have an assignment from the temp agency. In fact, it's something of an embarrassment of riches... they've had such a flood of demands for warm bodies that you actually have your pick of assignments this time! The email lists your options as:\n\n<b>Security Guard</b> position at [[Fast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse|MikeFiestaStart]]. Hours are Midnight to Six AM on weeknights. Pay is minimum wage plus $100 if you last the entire week (apparently they've had retention issues). Vital job skills are listed as: time and resource management, diligence, and... courage?\n\n<b>Janitorial Staff</b> position at [[The Boobonic Institute|MikeMSTStart]]. Huh... must be some sort of disease control place with a penchant for typos. Anyway, hours are "flexible", pay is minimum wage plus "staff privileges", whatever that means. Vital job skills are listed as: thoroughness, inoffensiveness, and a strong stomach.\n\n<b>Test Subject</b> position at [[AppAssure Industries|MikeAppStart]]. Normally, being a guinea pig for drug trials and whatnot would be a little bottom-of-the-barrel even for you. However your agency is promising a <i>big</i> bonus if you'll just do even one test. Apparently the client is a bit desperate for subjects and willing to pay top dollar for some help.\n\n<b>Dispute Settlement Specialist</b> position at [[Dark Planet LLC|DarkMikeStart]]. You're not really sure exactly what the job actually entails... there's a ton of corporatespeak and vague BS like "capable of brainstorming innovative solutions to recurring issues with hostile parties". On the other hand it's got two things going for it... one, it doesn't actually list any hard specifications like special degrees or years of experience, and two, one distinctly non-corporate bit at the end includes "Bonuses may include wealth and power beyond the comprehension of mere mortals." ... It's a red flag but at the same time a golden one so it would be a lie to say you're not tempted.

Deciding that if you can't put a little space between yourself and other people in uniform for at least a few hours you're going to let out a scream you've wanted to scream for a day or two now, you contact the hotel's computer and make arrangements for a room and get some directions before you clear your login and head out. Luckily your comm badge also serves as a decent GPS (though a few people give you odd looks as it chirps out directions... apparently everyone in the future has the entire fucking city memorized).\n\nThe hotel is one of many tall, reflective buildings that look like they were probably designed by painters instead of actual architects. Future construction materials, you guess. You walk in and a woman from some bumpy-forehead race you don't recognize sweeps over. "Commander Hawt! What a pleasure to see you! Do you have any luggage you need carried or beamed down?"\n\n"No, it's just me," you reply, realizing that everything you had on the <i>Venture</i> has most likely been lost. Oh well... most of it was the real Erin's, not yours. (Wait, was she real before you became her? These are the questions you try to avoid thinking about too much, honestly.) You've no real emotional attachment to any of it.\n\n"Well we always enjoy having Starbeat officers stay with us," she replies, gesturing you towards the lift and letting you walk ahead as she follows after. You kind of wonder why that is... isn't this a utopian communist future where they don't use money? Do they just get that much of a sense of satisfaction out of it? Except she answers you a moment later, "All of our replicators and services are of course available to you. Anything that incurs credit charges will be automatically billed to Starbeat, you can set the systems to display how much if you wish."\n\nOho. So there's a bit of capitalism existing here in the heart of the moneyless utopia. Wait, wasn't this a porno setting?! How much friggin' thought did some loser put into their Star Trek porno parody?! Geez. Anyway, you allow her to lead you to your room and explain that the door is now registered to your biosigns and point out the various features of the (very nice) room. At least she leaves without lingering hinting for a tip... presumably she knows you aren't actually carrying anything to give her one anyway. You head over to the large, sumptuous-looking bed and flop down on the side of it before accessing the bedside computer screen. Better check Starbeat's policy on these "credit" things, don't wanna get in trouble for overspending.\n\nTurns out at your rank, for this place, it's pretty much "unlimited". So you can replicate and use the other facilities all you like, not bad. You browse through some of the services, some of which are free, others that cost credits. There's a set of holosuites, an indoor pool, a buffet of exotic alien delicacies, in-suite masseuse services, an even bigger replicator library than the <i>Venture</i>...\n\nYou find yourself covering a yawn. Then again, you've had kind of a long day, and this bed feels really good just sitting on it. There's nothing to say it would be a bad decision to grab a quick bite, replicate some pajamas, and crawl under the covers.\n\n<hr>\n[[Holosuites.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Pool.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Buffet.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Massage.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Replicator.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Sleep.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

Your name is Callista. You're twenty-four, and have been a martial arts enthusiast since you were a child. When other kids were taking Karate after school as a way to deal with bullies or kill time, you were trying to juggle Karate, Tai Kwan Do, and Jujitsu lessons. As you got older, you were able to find teachers in the less "mainstream" martial arts (not that you're some sort of fighting hipster, it's just that certain styles are more prevalent for teaching to twelve-year-olds), fighting in tournaments in college and joining the mixed martial arts circuit after.\n\nYou've worked hard to build a body that's suited to moving fast and fluidly and hitting hard and precisely. As such you've always avoided bulking up, developing a sleek, feminine musculature that's still obviously toned to perfection. You have very perky, almost conical C-cup breasts that a lot of women would die for and chiseled abs that a lot of men would kill for. Your skin is a natural tan, indicating your mixed heritage, and your brown hair has always grown quite fast... you generally cut it short during tournament season just in case (though most of the tournaments you go to tend to disallow hair-pulling), and let it grow long enough to put in a ponytail during the off season (such as now).\n\nCurrently you're not booked on any tournaments or tours, so are mostly doing body upkeep and style experimentation. But today you're sitting in your apartment, looking over some various offers your manager has sent you as possibly interesting.\n\n<b>[[Hell Kore|HellKoreStart]]</b>: From the name you'd write it off as some pathetic new upstart tournament trying to be "X-treme", but according to your manager it's a legit deal. Held out on a little island in Asia, it's supposed to be the ultimate mixed-styles tournament. You stare a little at some of the prizes listed. Your own weight in precious metals? A 1000 acre, fully-staffed, fully-stocked estate in China? <i>Immortality?!</i> That last has to be some kind of promotional joke.\n\n<b>[[Beach Volleyball|DOAStart]]</b>: Wait, what? You wonder if your manager sent you some other client's mail by mistake. But looking it over, it turns out that "Daddy Mac's Beach Volleyball Bash" is in fact aimed at female fighters. The deal seems pretty sweet on the surface... an all-expenses-paid vacation on a tropical resort island, and a cool million dollars just for showing up, and much bigger prizes for winning. You do notice that the signup form includes a contract agreeing to broadcast rights... must be why they can pay so much.

"Pull up the genetic sequencer menu, please," you note briskly as you find a somewhat more standard-shaped chair to settle into, though there's a big opening in the back and the seat is tilted down at a slightly odd angle. "And no funny stuff with suggestions or unsolicited additions."\n\n"Very well," RAIPE grumbles as he projects a holographic menu of all the genetic sequencer's options for changing someone.\n\nYou scroll through it, noting that there are a number of options that are apparently meant for just Raptarran operatives... making them stronger, faster, even harder to kill, wow, some of this stuff is pretty heavy. Do they not do it to everyone just to make sure they still have a challenge? There's a lot of other options too, all sorts of animals, the ability to make hybrids, things like that. You also notice that there are options for sex changes, which makes you pause. ... Eh, Stripe seems to like your pussy well enough, and at this point you might want to have little lizards with him or something, he'd probably super get off on that if nothing else. So you probably do want to keep that... although from some of these options, it's pretty clear that if you did want your dick back, you could have that too. (Raptarrans don't seem that picky, you doubt Stripe would mind.)\n\nAfter spending some time with the system, you decide that there are several options that appeal. One is to use the 'genetic optimizer' injection on yourself, which would basically bring your body to its utmost potential, all Captain America-like. You're betting since the Raptarrans wanted you nice and healthy for both their hunt and for breeding with, your body's got some pretty outstanding potential. The other option is to inject yourself with Raptarran DNA, effectively becoming a hybrid... what's more, doing that would allow you to use some of the other upgrades the system offers, since those are keyed to only work for Raptarrans. The final option is that apparently the ship has a very small amount of Silver Star Elf DNA onboard, the species that the ship is named after (well, the violation thereof). Apparently they were something of a galactic ubermensch before their empire crumbled, possessing all sorts of abilities beyond pretty much anything else.\n\nThe question is, what to choose?\n\n<hr>\n[[Maximum potential.|Stripe]]\n\n[[Maximum potential (but with a dick).|Stripe]]\n\n[[Raptarran DNA... definitely with a dick.|BadCypher10x8]]\n\n[[Silver Star Elf.|Stripe]]

"I'm afraid you have no bargaining position, little sister," you reply with a sneer, mentally urging the green and red wolves forward. Both abruptly assume Clydesdale form, the spacious room at least able to accommodate the massive horses with their jutting, immense cocks below them. It's a simple matter to induce the red one to roll over onto its back, and you lower Starfire down towards it.\n\n"Th-this is... friend Robin? But... but I did not think we would-" Starfire babbles, obviously gone even more scatterbrained than usual by the situation. Then she grits her teeth and rolls her eyes up as you maneuver her onto the crimson beast's cock, the huge flared head pushing her pussy open and sliding steadily deeper into her, her stomach bulging out with the equine shape of it and making every inch of progress completely clear. You keep urging her further and further down, keeping up the press of her bonds to move her onto it while Raven stares in horror. You don't stop until the opening of the Clydesdale's sheath is pressed against her stretched pussylips, the outline of its flared cockhead bulging from between her tits.\n\nOf course you immediately have the green Clydesdale mount up as well, Starfire shrieking with the intensity of sensation as its huge green cock shoves deep into her ass on the very first thrust. The horses whinny and snort as they start fucking both of her holes, the outline of the red one's cock made all the more stark by the pressure of the green one's inside her as well. Her pussy is soon gushing with every stroke of the horsecocks inside her, her gaping-open mouth starting to curl up in a brainless smile, her body trembling.\n\n"Mm, soon her body's grip on her mind will be loose enough and... ah yes," you coo, reaching a hand out, a dark flicker surrounding the crown of Starfire's head. She yowls with pleasure as you start erasing her mind, the sound becoming more and more of a literal yowl as it goes on. Her fingers shrink and curl, thumbs pressing in against her hands as curled claws press out from her fingertips and black fur begins to sprout from her skin. As her rear legs shift shape and shorten, a third pair of limbs starts pushing out from her ribcage, which briefly sprouts a second pair of perky orange tits before they and her original pair begin to flatten, the nipples shifting further down her torso as it too begins to be covered in fur. Antennae sprout from the spots on her forehead as her face pushes out into a muzzle, teeth turning sharp and a second row of them growing in.\n\n"Oho, alien animals, this could be quite useful," you almost chirp, sorting through the knowledge you're gaining from Starfire as it's burned out of her own brain. Almost idly you lower Raven to the floor on all fours, your little sister glaring at you, then gasping loudly as the cyborg wolf mounts up behind her and plunges its chrome cock into her dripping cunt. "Very useful indeed."\n\n"A-and what about me?" Raven grits out, as if trying to ignore the half-robot animal on its back raping her shamefully eager pussy. "Gonna, nnf, gonna turn me into your cat to stroke while you ponder e-evil?"\n\n"Oh no, little sister, you getting fucked by one of my beasts is just... entertainment. No, I think I have a much better idea in mind for you," you murmur as you come across an animal in Starfire's memories, smiling at the sight of the two Earth horses fucking the pussy and ass of a large six-legged panther-like creature with orange stripes and filling it with their cum.\n\nYou have the horses shift to small monkeys and go scurrying away, leaving the well-fucked alien feline to drop to all six paws, prowling forward with a low purring growl. You can see Raven shudder as she stares at it, moaning (with a faint thread of regret) as the wolf slips off of her back and leaves her dripping pussy vacant. "Still find her sexy even now, do you?" you mock Raven, seeing her wince a little at the accuracy of the statement. "Let's see if you're still into her when you see her next form."\n\nYou direct your newest mindless beast-slave to assume one of the forms in its genetic memory. In less than a second the sleek, pretty alien feline with its ass and cunt stretched and dripping cum is replaced by a large, pulsating sack full of green, pill-shaped glowing nodules roughly the size of a golf ball, waving innumerable translucent orange tentacles. Raven's eyes go wide a heartbeat before the tentacles lash out, grabbing her and winding about her to yank her into the air over the blob in the center. Feeling your own magic release her, Raven tries to call out "AZARATH METR-" only to have a tentacle stuffed down her mouth and deep into her throat, gagging her and completely ruining any possible concentration. It's not going to come any easier to her, you think in amusement as the near-formless thing that was once Starfire crams tentacles into Raven's pussy and ass as well, wriggling them in deep, before adding a second tentacle to all three holes, your sister's throat bulging up with the shape of both wriggling, squirming appendages fucking her mouth.\n\nRaven struggles and wriggles in the grip of the thing that was once her best friend as it rapes her, muffled groans of protest and quags of ashamed pleasure mingling. She gives a loud, if muffled yell as two of the tentacles stop merely teasing at her dark grey nipples and actually pushing inside them, the thin layer of ooze covering them apparently allowing Raven's nipples and tits to stretch to fit. Now the little glowing pellets begin passing from the sack and up the tentacles, beginning to disappear past the stretched holes the tentacles are violating, Raven's belly and tits gradually starting to swell up. As enough of the eggs fill her to start making the bulges slightly lumpy, the accumulated green glow of them starts shining through Raven's skin, showing just how full of the creature's spawn she is.\n\n"Each of these eggs, once it's gestated long enough to slip back out of your body, will turn into a small, fast creature capable of traversing immense distances and any environment," you explain in a pleasant tone of voice as Raven trembles, eyes rolled up in her head with near-constant overlapping orgasms, though you suspect she can still understand you... for now. "Once they find a suitable host, of course, they quickly metamorphose into one of these and lay a new batch of eggs. Tamaraneans hunted them to extinction because they were so dangerous... now Earth will give rise to a new outbreak. You'll be here to see it... but you may not be in much capacity to reflect on it," you add.\n\n"Glmnf?!" Raven tries to protest, or ask, before her body jerks as thinner tentacles push into her ears and up her nose. Her eyes roll up in her head almost completely, her egg-bulged form twitching and shuddering as the creature starts spurting a thick, cum-like goo right onto her brain, the combination oxygenating agent and intense aphrodisiac insuring she'll stay alive and in a constant state of compliant orgasm for the incubation period... and much, much longer, you'd wager. Normally these creatures die in mere months... but with a combination of that life cycle and a Tamaranean's, you wouldn't be surprised of the former Starfire kept impregnating the former superhero for many decades, or perhaps centuries, to come.\n\nYou smile as you watch Raven's body twitch and shudder, egg-swollen tits and belly glowing green. Yes, Father will be pleased.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|Rook5xEnd]]

"I think I'd be more valuable actively coming up with ways to thwart the Raptarrans, as opposed to submitting to a captive one," you answer calmly after a moment, not entirely sure whether you believe it yourself as you say it. All you know is, you're <i>definitely</i> not letting that thing fuck you up the ass.\n\nWhether or not she thinks you're just covering for your unwillingness to sacrifice or not, Admiral Bigguns simply nods. "Understood. Report back here tomorrow morning at ten hundred hours. We're going to get moving on this fast, Commander, so don't expect to sleep in any day after that."\n\nYou nod, then turn and walk off. You've almost left the building before you realize that you don't actually know if you have anywhere to go... you've researched Erin Hawt's life from before you became her as much as you could, but there really wasn't that much there, and you certainly can't recall off the top of your head if it mentioned there was a residence anywhere. You casually stroll over to one of the computer interfaces no one is using at the moment and input your security code, using it to check on if a residence is registered to your identity. Turns out, nope... well, darn. That means the future equivalent of googling what to do.\n\nTurns out that you have two real options... you can check into the nearby Starbeat barracks, which always has rooms (including officers' rooms) available for officers who are just spending the night, or you can check into a nearby hotel which offers extra services for Starbeat officers. Neither is a solution for probably more than a week, but maybe you can ask some of your new coworkers tomorrow if they have any suggestions.\n\n<hr>\n[[Crash in the barracks.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Check in to the hotel.|TrekF5x5]]

Yeah, this isn't going all that well. Still, you offered, so with only a small sigh you say, "Yeah, okay," and stand up and, almost as an afterthought, snag and holster your pistol before heading back out of the room. \n\nThe orientation briefing covered a pretty decent idea of where everything is, so you head down the hall towards the shower area. As you expected when you get there, there's no indicators for a Male or Female section... in fact, it doesn't even have a door. You just walk in and there's the rows of cubbies and benches between them, and beyond that floor-to-ceiling silver cylinders with shower heads coming off of them. At least from a glance it seems to be all females in here at the moment, which you're grateful for as you find a spot to sit down and strip down. It's still a little embarrassing to know that the whole place is open to the hallway, and to be getting undressed around strangers, but.\n\nLike the stairwell, this whole place is meticulously and brightly lit, without so much as a shadowy corner in any part of the shower area. Still, you notice that the current occupants are mostly clumped up in the middle... they actually seem to be chatting and laughing like this was any gym shower, you wonder if they're as new as you are and just really adaptable, or if they've been here long enough for some of the horror to wear off. Either way, you guess your next decision is whether to just go ahead and pick a nearby shower to get this done with quickly, or go off towards the far corners to try and get some illusion of privacy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Center.|GGSR6x7]]\n\n[[Corner.|GGOri]]

* <b>Main:</b> Warrior Cyan can [[make a decision|GGWar2x4]] about the misfit party's plans.\n* <b>Main:</b> When helping Harold for his father, Eric can now discover he's got [[pervy fetishes|HerschelHorse7x2]]. (What, in this game?)\n* <b>Main:</b> The young adult male option Billy has been renamed Gwyn to be more distinctive, and has been started.\n* Warrior Cyan can now [[avoid the other party|GGWar2x2]] as well.\n* More work on various bits of Gwyn.\n* <b>Main:</b> Pirate Cypher, after being dumb enough to not put his helmet up, can now [[pick a bunk to collapse on|BadCypher2x3]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[give away|GGMCE4x1]] the "Official Monster Girl Trainer" shirt.\n* More work on Gwyn here and there.\n* <b>Main:</b> Catgirl Erica can now give Freia [[a chomp|RunFF6x9]].\n* <b>Main:</b> After showing himself to Leena and Garri, Eric can declare he [[doesn't want to go back to Earth|StarCirc2x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can now [[fuck Maya's pussy|QOFam4x2]] during the foursome.

You may as well get used to showering around others... assuming you don't die, you're going to have to be doing it for the next year, and clearly avoiding it as much as possible won't work if you don't intend to put your already rather touchy roommate in an even fouler mood. Walking over to one of the nearer cylinders, you spend a moment figuring out how to work the touchpad to turn it on, and mmf a little as lukewarm water hits you, with a slightly slimy texture... must have some of that rinsing stuff that you experienced back at the courthouse or whatever it was mixed into the initial bit of water. \n\nTrying not to look around too much, lest you be interpreted as staring, you start scrubbing your hair and wiping down your body. You're not really sure how much you could possibly smell since you really only did this a few hours ago, but then it was a few hours wearing coats and bodysuits, and if Veronka has animal-like senses to go with those ears and tail, that might be enough. You jump a little and almost slip when a hand suddenly thumps onto your shoulder.\n\nYou look up to see a very tall, very muscular woman leaning in over you a bit. Her hair is short and snowy white, and her skin is also pale white for the most part... but whether from the water or just naturally, it also sparkles and gleams like stone, with little subtle flashes and glitters of faint color inside, making her look like she's carved from wet opal. Her eyes are metallic silver, and rather blatantly roam up and down your body as she speaks. "Hey there, cute stuff. You're new, right? Just came in on the transports today?"\n\n"Uh, yeah," you answer, trying to keep your eyes on her face, rather than letting them wander down towards her very large breasts capped by shiny purple nipples, or to the incredibly cut ten-pack stomach she's sporting, lest it be construed as undue interest. \n\n"Lookin' at what, a year here I'm guessing?" At your nervous nod, she chuckles. "Yeah, year's standard for the nonviolent types or with what they call 'extenuatin' circumstances'. Me, I've been here almost three months, about to get my blacks tomorrow. Name's Shyn."\n\n"Cyan," you answer, since it seems expected of you. You're mostly concentrating on not squirming or looking away, since you somehow feel like a show of weakness would be a bad idea.\n\n"Well hell, that ain't even too far off, is it?" Her silver eyes glitter, then she leans in a bit more. "Say, you're that new here, you probably haven't made a 'friend' yet, right? Much better it be me than some guy or gal who hasn't even been here a month, or someone fresh off your own boat. Once I'm a FEAR I'll have privileges, ones I can share with my special friends. So how 'bout it, huh? You're real cute, kinda remind me of the Commander," she coos, bringing a hand up to brush aside some wet hair from near your ear. "You get down and give me a quick eating-out to seal the deal, and we'll be real good friends the rest of the time you're here."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Politely refuse.|GGSR6x8]]\n\n[[Angrily refuse.|GGSR]]

You stare at Sandra's reflection for several long minutes, then take a deep breath and close her eyelids. You affirm your decision to yourself, and it's almost like something inside you lets go, or slips away as you do it. After a moment you open your eyes and look at your reflection, then give a firm nod. You've made your choice. \n\nYou turn and make your way back out of the bathroom and through the restaurant entrance area, heading outside. You spot the clean white car that you were driven to the mall in earlier, and spot Kevin standing a bit down the sidewalk. You give him a tired smile, then head forward, the chauffeur opening the back door for you. "Home, miss?"\n\n"No, back to the mall, first," you reply quietly. "I forgot something there."\n\nWhen you arrive back at the mall, you stop in at the perpetually-on-clearance store and buy a cheap tote bag before heading back to the storage place... the purse you brought might still be in the donation bin, but just because you've decided to become Sandra doesn't mean you have to pick up her old habits, like grabbing things back that were already donated. You snag back everything you put in the storage locker earlier, including the envelope of money (and including your panties, which you blushingly step back into and tug up into place) then head back to the bank kiosk, redepositing the cash with the help of a very relieved-looking manager. Then it's back to the car, and off... home.\n\nYou stare a bit at the large, opulent-looking house as the car pulls up the drive. You live here now... the thought is at once both intimidating and natural. You guess you'll have to get used to that feeling... or maybe the natural-ness will grow over time? Well, you suppose it will, one way or the other... either Sandra's memories will become more like yours over time, or you'll just get used to things. You hop out of the car and give the chauffeur a smile, which again seems to fluster (or maybe just confuse) him, before heading up the steps and inside.\n\nOf course, you suppose things couldn't go <i>entirely</i> smoothly. Sandra's... your... father is standing in the entryway, arms folded over his broad chest. He's a big bear... or maybe wolf... of a man, still muscular and toned despite being of middle age, dressed in an immaculately sharp suit, greying hair cropped short, salt and pepper beard similarly perfectly groomed. His piercing blue eyes fix on you. "Young lady, just what have you been up to today?" he almost growls, making you wince a little. He's normally an extremely permissive parent... probably too much... but it seems your antics today while living it up in what you thought were a temporary position managed to push a line. "Not only did I get an alert that you'd withdrawn thousands of dollars from your savings, an hour ago I got a call that you apparently publicly humiliated Mitch while you were out with some other boy. Explain yourself."\n\n<hr>\n[[Answer like Jamie.|QOSandra]]\n\n[[Answer like Sandra.|QOSandra]]\n\n[[Try for both.|QOSandra1x2]]

Well, that seems like a normal enough request, you're pretty used to being asked to come in and say hello to your mother's mom-friends. Suppressing a sigh, you turn and walk into the living room proper with your mother following close behind. Indeed, it's the same usual group of ladies about her age, a few a bit older and one slightly younger... though you notice that today the group is dressed a bit more attractively. There's actually a fair few unbuttoned blouses and short skirts today, many of the women looking a little flushed and with stray hairs drifting away from their buns or ponytails or whatnot. Not sure what to think of that, you stand awkwardly as they all smile at you, raising a hand. "Hi," you greet weakly.\n\nThe roomful of women titters and coos over how cute you are, as usual, making you wish you could crawl away and die. Then your mother's hands settle on your shoulders, and your face goes pale as she says, "I was just telling everyone how I sucked your big, fat cock for so long that I wound up growing one myself as yours went back to normal. It wound up getting veeery interesting!" she coos.\n\n"Oh, yes, definitely," one of the other women says, a blonde with her hair in a bun as she sips at her teacup with one hand, and uses the other to pull up the front of her skirt... allowing a long, thick cock much like the one you saw your mother with yesterday to spring free. "And before you knew it we were all sucking her off, and sporting these lovely things!"\n\n"It feels soooo good," the youngest of the group murmurs, a brunette in a ponytail as she slips her skirt entirely off to fondle her balls as she pumps her prick with her other hand. "I can hardly wait to get home and fuck my daughter's tight little pussy... though I wonder if I fucked her ass or mouth, if she'd wind up with one of these too? Mmm, then we could spitroast her father..."\n\nAs you stare in shock, every single one of your mother's friends pulls up or slips off their skirts, some revealing panties or stockings and garters, some showing themselves bare beneath, but every single one wielding a porn-sized prick, stiff and in some cases already dripping with pre. You jump some as you feel your mother's cock rub up against your ass as she leans down to coo in your ear, "But since I've been thinking about how I didn't get to fuck you since yesterday morning, I also think you should be accommodating to our guests before they go home and start pounding their families. So why don't you be a good boy, Jamie, and strip down and start sucking these nice lady-dicks, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|QOKevScheme5x3]]\n\n[[Refuse.|QOKevScheme]]

You grin as you make the changes. This should be fun. Finishing, you let time resume and give a few light knocks on the door before pushing it open and strolling on in. "Hey, Akane."\n\n"Oh, hey Eric." The short-haired girl is sitting at her desk, apparently in the midst of homework. She glances over, one corner of her mouth quirking up. "What's up?"\n\n"Just thought we could fool around," you answer breezily, dropping to sit on the edge of the bed and leaning back against your hands.\n\n"Yeah sure," she answers back just as casually, tossing her pencil on the desktop and standing up, breasts swaying lightly under her shirt as she moves. She moves to sit down next to you, glancing over at where Ranma's moved to stand in the corner nervously. "What about <i>him</i>?" she asks with a roll of the eyes, even as she reaches over and lightly starts fondling your cock through your pants.\n\n"Mmf. Figured I'd let him watch," you reply with a grin, your cock starting to grow stiff under the strokes of her fingers. You pull up her t-shirt as she gives a little laugh at that, her large tits spilling free, her personality adjustment apparently having had her go without a bra.\n\nAkane laughs, shooting a smirk over at Ranma, her eyes glittering sharply. "Sure, let him see what a real man looks like for once." Saying that she leans in to kiss you, lips parted from yours just enough to show her tongue swirling around with yours. Her eyes are slitted open, slid over to watch Ranma looking on with a pout, though not that you can blame her. You're doing something of the same thing yourself, even as you hug her closer with one arm and bring your other hand up to start fondling one of her breasts, squeezing it and rolling it around against your palm. You mmm again as Akane pulls down the front of your pants, freeing your cock and wrapping her hand around it directly, stroking it slowly as she kisses you. \n\nEventually Akane pulls back from the kiss, taking a moment to haul her t-shirt off completely before shifting up onto her knees and onto the bed. She wraps a hand around the bottom of your shaft as she slides her tongue up it, then swirls around the head before sliding her mouth down over it. You moan lowly, grinning over at Ranma as you use one hand to undo Akane's shorts. "Enjoying the show, buddy?" You glance down, noticing a bulge in his own loose black pants. "Guess so. Ditch the pants."\n\nLooking even more embarrassed and humiliated than before, Ranma pushes his pants down and lets them drop, making you smirk as his cock is revealed, significantly smaller than your own. Akane actually raises her head off your cock to laugh. "C'mon, you wanted to be my husband with <i>that</i>?!" She slips your cock back into her mouth and resumes bobbing her head up and down, her snide giggles sending little tremors through the sensitive flesh. You snicker as well as you push her shorts down around her thighs to bare a lacy white g-string. You run your hand over one of her buttocks, stroking and squeezing, even giving it a light slap and feeling Akane give a moan around your cock in response.\n\nAfter a couple of minutes of sucking you off while you work her ass with your hand, Akane straightens up and slips out of the shorts, leaving the panties on as she swings around to straddle your lap. She raises up enough for you to reach down and slip your cock into position, rubbing the tip back and forth along her slit before pressing it up between her folds. "Mmm, watch his cock go in me, Ranma," she moans as she slowly starts easing down on you, her arms draped around your shoulders. "In faaact, mmm," she groans as she finishes sliding all the way down and grinds her hips on you, making you moan lowly as your cock shifts around inside her. "Jerk off. I want you to jerk off as you watch Eric fuck me."\n\nRanma whimpers softly, but unable to resist such a strongly-stated command, he wraps a hand around his short cock and begins stroking as Akane begins bouncing on your lap, her ass jiggling lightly as it slaps against your thighs. At least until you grab it with both hands and use it to help her move, encouraging her to lean forward and pillow her fat tits against your chest as she moves. "Maaan, Akane's cunt feels amazing," you murmur, before glancing at Ranma and grinning. "Not that you'll ever know, huh?"\n\n"Nnnnh fuck his cock is soooo much bigger and fatter than yours," Akane moans out happily as she rides you, tongue flicking along her lips hungrily as she does another grind with her hips. Soon the room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping on flesh and Akane moaning eagerly and unashamedly, mingled with the low sounds of Ranma groaning in mingled humiliation and pleasure as he strokes his cock. Eventually Akane starts gasping out as you buck your hips up into her. "Fuck, he's throbbing in me, he's gonna cum in me, your cousin's gonna cum in your fiancee Ranma, fuuuuck!" she cries as you yank her down hard, pressing up into her as your cock shudders and starts spurting your load deep inside, while Ranma whimpers and spills his onto the floor.\n\nAkane swings off of you after a moment, sitting on the edge of the bed again but this time spreading her legs to show off your cum dribbling out of her pussy. "Tell you what, do you a favor Ranma," she says with a smirk. "You can come clean me out with your tongue."\n\nHanging his head, Ranma makes his way over to kneel between Akane's thighs, leaning in to start stroking his tongue along her folds, licking up your cum already smeared there before dipping his tongue inside her to start gathering up the rest of your deposited seed from his fiancee's pussy.\n\n"I've gotta admit this is fun," Akane says with a laugh, ruffling Ranma's hair, then gripping it firmly and yanking him tighter against her pussy, grinding it against his mouth. "What should we do to him next?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Have him watch you fuck Ukyo and Shampoo too.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Knock up Akane in front of him.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Fuck him in front of Akane.|RanPP]]

"Actually, Ranma, I was thinking about going down the hall and fucking Akane," you answer, putting a slightly exaggerated thoughtful tone to the words.\n\n"W-wha?!" Ranma's eyes widen, and he starts squirming even more. "U-um... um, Eric, Akane's kinda... kinda my fiancee," he mutters, glancing away and tapping his index fingertips together. "And I kinda... uh... y'know... I sorta..."\n\n"Oh, I know. Still, gonna fuck her," you chirp, grinning wickedly. "Come watch me."\n\n"... 'kay," Ranma says meekly, rising hesitantly to his feet and following you as you walk out into the hall.\n\nStopping in front of Akane's room, you touch your fingers to the pendant around your neck. Ranma freezes in mid-fidget as you consider your options. Obviously Akane's not just going to jump into bed with you be default, you have to figure out the best way to do this. And since your goal is partly to enjoy Ranma's humiliation, each way has going to shame him in a different way, you figure.\n\n<hr>\nUp her libido, lower her shame, up her meanness a bit. ("[[Sexy Bitch Akane|RanPP6x3]]")\n\nMake her as submissive as Ranma. ("[[Meek Little Akane|RanPP]]")\n\nOh hey, looks like you can toggle certain physical things too, like blocking out her strength and increasing her sense of pleasure. ("[[Powerless Pleasured Akane|RanPP]]")

You spend a few moments playing with the settings, until you've got one that you think will make it pretty darn hard for Ranma to say 'no' or assert himself to anyone, and practically impossible for him to do it to you. Finished, you tap the action to put your changes into place.\n\n"-p?" Ranma finishes, though his voice turns quavery and he smiles nervously at you, as if a little worried. You notice a few slight changes... his shoulders shift, becoming a little less broad and a little more curved, his face shading a little less towards the 'strong and handsome' and slightly more towards the 'cute' side. Hm, interesting. "Um... if you don't mind telling me," he adds a bit feebly, glancing aside.\n\nLooks like the changes work. Now the only question is what to do with them...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn him into girlmode and fuck her.|RanPP8x1]]\n\n[[Turn into your girlmode and fuck him.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Fuck him as-is.|RanPP9x1]]\n\n[[Make him watch you fuck Akane.|RanPP6x2]]

Well, no harm in indulging her, really. You nod to the uniformed girl. "Okay, lead on."\n\nThe two of you make your way over to something that looks like the high-tech version of one of those little airport train-shuttles and settle in as the car flits towards the center of the station, giving a decent view of the stars and other parts of the outpost as you make your way along. The pod eventually starts heading through more solid walls, and the door slides open in what looks like an obvious administrative area, even if they've done their best to make it look all advanced and cool. You follow your short guide as she walks along the hallway, the uniformed woman briefly raising her hand to whisper into the underside of her wrist. When she arrives in front of a particular doorway she turns and gives you a polite smile. "You can go right in, Agent Eve is waiting for you."\n\n"Thanks," you answer with a nod as you head forward, the door sliding open in front of you. You expected the office to be a little bigger, and it's mostly dominated by Eve's desk, a large slab of black with images and text scrolling across it, obviously as much screen as worksurface. Eve glances up from a holographic projection of what looks like a planet as you come in. She's definitely very good-looking, you'd go so far as to say stunning. In person her hair looks more silvery than just white, with a shine to it that makes it look more like precious metal than washed-out or bleached, and her brown skin has a warm near-glow to it. Her fire-colored eyes watch you as you walk in, and you can't help but compare them to a wolf or a hawk... some intelligent predator sizing up something to determine whether to go in for the kill. Just at a guess, she's also at least as stacked and built as you are, if not moreso since the uniform's probably not intended to flatter (but is doing a decent job anyway).\n\n"Hunter Ihde," Eve says with an obviously carefully-calculated coolness. She leans back in her chair, making it quite obvious she could rise to greet you, but isn't. "Have a seat."\n\n<hr>\n[[Sit down.|GGMS2x6]]\n\n[[You'll stand.|GGMS]]

"Oh, wow." You blink a little at that, but nod eagerly enough. "Sure, I'll do some shots. Sounds cool." Hey, you came on this vacation on your own, clearly you're in charge of yourself enough to decide if you want to drink, right?\n\n"Cool." Jonny walks back over and lays out a number of shot glasses, then sets down a pair of bottles. "Got two selections, prolly best if you pick one and stick with it."\n\n"They don't mix well, huh?"\n\n"Something like that." He taps a finger against a bottle full of a dark reddish-brown liquid. "This one's called 'Sex Bomb'. Supposed to be sort of spicy but sort of smooth. Haven't tried it myself, but it's apparently pretty good." Then he taps the other bottle. "This is just some tequila. Not particularly strong stuff, either, but it'll still do the job. So, what'll it be?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sex Bomb.|DRJplaceholder]]\n\n[[Tequila.|DRJplaceholder]]

Yeah, if you want it to wear off, maybe not... <i>stimulating</i> it further is the answer. Though the stiff ache is difficult to ignore, you steadfastly keep your hands off of it as you get up and head to the bathroom.\n\nA cold shower helps some, though you don some loose pants rather than panties again for fear of stimulating it. It's still rather difficult to ignore, since you can feel it swinging between your legs, unfamiliar and heavy and brushing against you, but you force yourself to sit down at the computer and turn your attention to one of your games. After a few minutes of no further stimulation, the rest of the hardness remaining after the shower subsides, and with relief you concentrate on slaying the forces of Hell with a shotgun.\n\nOver the next hour or so you feel your, ah, "guest" stiffen up several more times, and almost give in to the urge to click over to some porn and jerk off again instead. But you just keep playing, and each time it subsides a bit quicker and for longer. You barely notice when it starts to get smaller, and by the time your parents return and call you down to dinner, you're relieved to realize that when you stand there's nothing dangling down at all. A quick check down the front of the pants confirms it... just smooth skin and pink lips down there.\n\nAfter dinner, you return to your room and ponder the bag of candy. It's definitely not your average thematic jelly beans, so something is weird here, and you still feel like you ought to demand an explanation or tell someone or something. On the other hand... it does apparently wear off, at least if you don't go crazy with it, as you've proven. Which means you could potentially have a lot of fun with it... as long as you don't go crazy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go back to the candy store.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Use them sparingly.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Just put them away for now.|GGCandy13x2]]

"I... what? I... no, I'm not... I mean... I was asking..." Your flustered stuttering trails off into you just making a little 'you and me' hand gesture while your cheeks go steadily darker red.\n\n"... Oh! Oh. Ah... sorry." Maria gives you a slightly forced smile now, reaching out to pat your shoulder a bit delicately, as if not wanting to make too much contact. "Not really interested. Excuse me." And with that she turns and walks off, as if having dropped a scooper bag into the trash and wanting to get away from any potential smell if it wound up opening.\n\nYou're left standing there, just sort of in miserable shock at this new and humiliating level your 'affliction' has taken you to, when an arm thumps around your shoulders. "Tough luck, guy," says Marius with a sigh and an annoyingly ingratiating smile as he looks at you. "Seriously, that was rough, you have my sympathies."\n\nHanging your head a bit, you murmur, "Thanks." It does seem like he's being sincere and trying to comfort you, but there's still a sour feeling in your gut, both at the particular taste of the rejection and being comforted by a guy you're so jealous of.\n\n"You know, though, I could probably help out a bit. Y'know, convince her to give you a shot," Marius offers, casting a glance over at Maria. "Just say the word!"\n\nBleh, if there's anything more humiliating than getting shot down, it's having someone else talk the girl into giving you a shot. ... Right? On the other hand it'd basically really just be Marius putting a good word in for you, you guess.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Decline.|Gwyn2x2]]

Shaking your head and trying to be gracious, you answer, "Thanks, but I'll pass."\n\n"Iiii understand, want to be able to do it on your own, huh?" Patting his hand on your shoulder a bit, Marius grins. "Well tell you what, at least let me guide you in drowning your sorrows. And maybe give you a few pointers eventually on how to do that, huh?"\n\nThough you still feel some resentment in your heart you suppose you don't really want to turn down that offer. Marius leads you back over to the bar and requests a particular drink from the bespectacled beanpole working it, who nevertheless seems to have more than a few girls giving him dreamy-eyed stares. Huh, maybe you should look into learning to mix drinks, or something. Marius has you exchange your red plastic cup for a beaker-shaped glass with something vaguely opal-colored inside and that has a slightly viscous consistency but tastes amazing, as he shows you the way over to some easy chairs to have a seat.\n\nHonestly you don't remember the rest of the night particularly well, other than that you wind up spilling your guts to Marius over all your troubles and how long they've been plaguing you. While you don't specifically remember any of his answers you do feel like he always said just the right thing and by the end of the night you're proclaiming him your new best friend ever in the entire world. At least that's what you vaguely recall as you wake up in the morning, groaning and pushing yourself up from where you're laying on your front in bed, glancing around the room blearily. There's no sight of Liam, and you slept in your clothes it looks like. As you push yourself up something falls off your head and clatters to the floor. You stare at it a minute as your brain boots up more slowly than usual, partly due to the steady, throbbing ache in it, before you pick it up. It's a card for the Applied Sciences building, detailing where to find it on campus complete with a miniature embossed map on the corner. Flipping it over to the back shows a handwritten note:\n\n'Since you might forget, you promised to come by and check it out sometime today. See you there! - M'\n\n... Yeah, you definitely don't remember that. You sit up and rub at your head a little, pondering the note, then shrug. Classes don't actually start until next week so it's not like you've got anything else to do today. And if you did promise, you should keep it, especially after Marius was so nice last night.\n\nAnd so after a shower, something to eat, and a lot of water, you head over to the sciences building wearing a loose blue long-sleeved shirt and jeans. The building is pretty easy to pick out once you get close enough... it was obviously designed by the same architect as the SSC building, just with even brighter and more sci-fi looking materials and probably twice as tall. The inside looks like an honest-to-God office lobby with fancy leather seats and a receptionist's station. What the heck? You walk over to the girl at the counter, who looks like she might be a senior, and tell her your name and that you're expected.\n\n"Oh, right, Marius said you'd probably drop by today!" she chirps. "He stepped out just a few minutes ago but he should be back soon. You can either wait for him or I can send you ahead to the floor where he works, the IAS."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait.|Gwyn2x3]]\n\n[[Go inside.|Gwyn3x1]]

"Uh, thanks," you murmur, still a bit stunned as you walk over and sit down in the center of one of the couches. You jump just a little as Donny walks over and sits down next to you, laying his arm along the back of the couch. You glance over, and have just as good a view of his chest as you do his face. Honestly, now that you're starting to get over the initial shock, they're not bothering you nearly as much. He actually looks kind of handsome, in his own way, and as noted the muscles are very nice. And somehow the smell is kind of getting to you, too... sweaty, yeah, but also sort of heady and thick and... really masculine.\n\n"Nice to get out of those things for awhile, especially when we've got some cute company," Donny says cheerfully, grinning at you.\n\n"We're actually off for a couple of hours, at least," Ronny adds, sitting down on your other side. You try not to blush or squirm too much at being in such close proximity to both of them, but dang, the longer you sit here the more attractive they look. You're not sure whether you're just getting used to their animal-like features, or if it's something about the smell. Your brain tries to get you to remember something you read once about pheremones, but you're sort of busy admiring the view. Also the couch actually is pretty comfortable, and you settle back against it, really relaxing after your surprise.\n\n"Which means we have time to have something to drink," Jonny says with a grin, opening the fridge and taking out a bottle, then opening up a cabinet and taking out a rather larger bottle. "So what'll it be, Sam... beer or shots?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Beer.|DRJ2x1]]\n\n[[Shots.|DRJ1x3]]\n\n[[Water.|DRJplaceholder]]

Well... if you really want to find an angel, or even multiple angels to increase your odds of somehow getting one to give you a feather willingly, you guess heading to where they hang out is the most sensible thing to do. This is probably a really dumb idea, but you don't have any better ones at the moment. Taking a deep breath, you open another fiery portal and guide your horse into it, urging him into a hard gallop as you begin racing up the flaming tunnel through space.\n\nYou obviously can't just go galloping straight into Heaven proper... if that were possible the Lower Planes probably would have taken over the Higher Planes and then pincered the Earth realm long ago. Though the borders of the Higher Planes can be crossed, that's only if you approach them from a distance. And so your fiery tunnel eventually peters out, leaving you apparently running through a hazy, starlit space twinkling with far-off realities like distant stars... the umbral, the in-between space where semi-real concepts congregate. It's a lonely and chilling path to take, one that lesser-energied demons could never hope to survive as their 'heat' radiated out of them and dissipated into the great cosmic field of conceptual birth. But you've got enough energy and a strong enough self-image from Cyan's memories forming the core of your demon identity to survive it unscathed... you hope.\n\nBecause you really have no way of knowing whether you'll have survived it until you get through it. You're fairly certain that if your concept gives out and is dispersed into the umbral, you'll never even notice. You'll just become a part of existence's greater unconscious, your sentience bleeding away into vague thoughts, ideas, and concepts. The thought makes you shudder a little, and urge your steed to run a bit faster. Speed is unlikely to help you here... but it at least feels better than doing nothing.\n\nTime has no meaning here, so you're not sure how long you've been traveling when the concept of haziness ahead of you thickens and darkens. You can see something that none of your inherited memories, demon or human, have a real frame of reference for... a storm. Or perhaps more accurately a Storm. Dark, roiling clouds that stretch in every direction for the thousands of miles you should theoretically be able to see, the surface of the clouds spilling over itself like the surface of water at a high boil. Lightning flashes and arcs, both inside the clouds and out from the surface of them, flicking like a million snake tongues in almost as many colors, enough to scorch the retinas and mind of any mortal consciousness that beheld them.\n\n"Not good," you murmur. You can't exactly go around it since it's... everywhere. And there's not really a concept like a 'safe place' in the umbral. You have only two options... try to hunker down and ride it out by solidifying your position and concept as much as possible...\n\n... or ride straight through it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hunker down.|GGHell3x7]]\n\n[[Ride hell for leather.|GGHell]]

That's... about what you expected when you heard he wanted you to be his 'toy', so you'd been mentally bracing yourself for it some. You swallow heavily at the sight... it's definitely the biggest dick you've ever seen in the flesh, that's for sure. \n\nStill, there's no real going back now, so you resolve yourself to obey and do your best. You lean forward across the seat, draping an arm over his lap as his hand moves away and taking over stroking his cock, the shaft firm in your hand, the skin smooth. You worry your lower lip a bit as you stare at it, feeling it throbbing gently in your hand with his smooth, steady heartbeat, glancing up at him as if to confirm this is what he really wants. The even gaze looking back at you leaves little room for interpretation. You look back at his cock, swallow again, then lean in to drag your tongue over it, trying not to think too hard about the flavor, and winding up able to think about little else.\n\nDespite your lack of experience, you try to think of all the things you've seen in porn videos and attempt to recreate them, at least as much as you can in your current position. Long, smooth strokes of your tongue up the shaft, shorter flicks of it back and forth, sucking at the sides and even managing to make yourself kiss it a few times. You keep expecting him to demand you do certain things, but he's silent, just watching you use your mouth on his prick with only the very faintest hint of amusement in the set of his mouth. In fact as you finally work up the courage to slide your mouth over the head of it and start bobbing your head, all he says is, "Eventually I'm going to have you tutored in this."\n\nA cocksucking tutor? ... Well, whatever, rich people sure are wild, you think, focused on using your tongue as you gradually work your head down, slipping more of his cock into your mouth. You're not sure what sort of punishment you'd get for not making him cum before you get where you're going, but he seems both strict and creative. More than that, you have absolutely no idea how long the drive will be! That thought puts a bit more urgency into your actions, and you start bobbing your head more quickly, not realizing as you start making little 'mmf' and 'mnn' noises while sucking on him. You gag a little when his cock bumps the opening of your throat... but you push on, forcing yourself further down, feeling him stretch out your throat, your eyes watering some as you force it down.\n\n"Hm, you do show some promise, I'll say that," Sir says in a tone that reveals little... but he does raise a hand up and rest it on your back. That's all, that's his only show of approval as you work his prick deeper into your throat. And yet, despite yourself, you feel a little thrill at even that small gesture, having already realized that praise isn't exactly something he's likely to give out in large amounts. Half-consciously you start working your throat and lips and tongue along his cock more quickly, trying not just to bring him off but to please him a bit more. You start to lose track of time a little, your focus on sucking dick and your worry over how much longer you have to make him cum distorting things... have you been deep-throating him for five minutes or an hour? Either way your only warning that he's about to cum is when his cock throbs a bit harder and swells some, prompting you to pull back quickly enough that he spills onto your tongue and fills your mouth instead of flooding your throat, the taste of his cum hot and intense and feeling thick and wobbly in your mouth.\n\nYou roll your eyes up again to see his expression hasn't changed, though he quirks an eyebrow expectantly. You gulp... literally, forcing yourself to swallow down his load, shivering some at the strange feel of it sliding down your throat. After only a second you return to bobbing your head, though this time not pushing him into your throat as urgently, and focusing on using your tongue... now that the urgency of making sure he came has past, you just need to keep sucking him the rest of the drive, right? Without acting like you're slacking off? You squirm a little, your half-hard cock rubbing against the seat through your jeans as you service your new... master? Owner? Well, Sir, whatever he is.\n\nIt turns out to be a fairly lengthy drive indeed, with you obediently sucking Sir's dick the entire time, swallowing down two more of his loads before you finally arrive. Feeling a little lightheaded, you sit up as he finally nudges you to do so and tucks himself away. When the car door is opened, he gestures for you to get out first. You blink a little at the bright sunshine, then stare around at the truly sprawling grounds, at the massive mansion, and then the massive tits of the smiling maid bowing her head and holding the car door open. They're pretty much half on display, after all, her maid uniform clearly more designed for sexual aesthetics than being useful workplace attire. "Welcome back, Sir," she says reverently as Sir gets out of the car and straightens his tie.\n\n"Take this boy and prepare him for me, then put him in the nearest fuck-room," Sir says, before turning and walking towards the house without another glance.\n\n"Yes sir, of course," the dark-haired maid answers with the same easy, slightly cheerful voice she used before, bowing her head a bit lower, before raising it and giving you a sunny smile. "You must be Sir's newest toy. Well, you heard Sir, please follow me and we'll get you cleaned up and ready," she continues cheerfully, gesturing back towards the house. \n\n<hr>\n[[Follow her.|EricSir1x2]]\n\n[[Ask her to help you escape instead.|EricSir]]

Sighing a little, you nevertheless obediently follow after the cute maid girl... though admittedly it's not like it's all bad, her skirt has apparently been designed so that despite it being loose, it falls against and highlights her ass very nicely.\n\nShe shows you inside and down a hall, two other maids falling in at slight gestures from her in passing... an older one with even bigger breasts and long, wavy blonde hair, and a slightly younger one with a brown ponytail and what might count as a washboard chest, the white part of her maid dress hugging up against it without much to show. But both seem to have the same cheerful, bouncy personality, and none of them so much as blink at their employer... owner?... bringing home a teenage boy to be used as a sextoy. You're shown into a large but not particularly opulent bathroom, where the three turn and, with nothing but a few giggles, all start undressing you. You blush and squirm, embarrassed as the flat-chested one pulls down your pants and underwear and frees your now stiff prick with springing wobble so obvious it's practically audible. Of course that's nothing to the mingling of arousal and embarrassment as they lead you over to several detachable showerheads set into the wall.\n\nSoon you're being sprayed down and lathered up, the maids brisk and efficient and chatting happily with each other and... not really with you, but sort of making comments in your direction... as they shamelessly soap up and wash off your body. You're left squirming and mentally trying to play catchup, having gone from spending over an hour sucking off a guy to getting a very thorough full-body soaping by three cute girls. They're treating it like they were just mopping a floor together, their talk bright and sunny as they discuss how you probably need to put some meat on your bones but you're so cute and they see why Sir wants to fuck you. There's definitely a sort of disconnect between hearing the blonde say that it's so hot to think of Sir's big cock slamming into your ass as the ponytailed one works her soapy hands over your balls and stiff shaft, cleaning it as if it were of no more consequence than your back. (Though you notice the moment you get even close to cumming, her hands casually slide down to wash your thigh instead.)\n\nYou're still sort of dazed by all the conflicting emotions by the time the three of them rinse you off and rub you dry with large fluffy towels, the blonde and ponytailed maids departing without so much as a 'Bye'. But once the original maid has brushed out your hair, she leads you out of the bathroom and to the room immediately next door. It's fair sized, although not that large, and has only two items in it... a cabinet and a bed. Ah, a 'fuck room'... apparently this place is so big and the vaunted Sir so rich that he can afford to set aside various rooms in his home solely as convenient spots to stop and have a quick screw. You expect the maid to just leave, but instead she walks over to the cabinet and opens up one of the doors, retrieving a bottle and walking back over to you. She gives you that sweet, sunny smile again... right before moving behind you and shoving you over the side of the bed. "Ass up, please," she chirps, waiting until you shamefacedly lift your hips to coat her fingers in the viscous stuff from the bottle. Of course watching her do so over your shoulder gives you a pretty good idea of what's next... you still can't quite say you're prepared for it as she pushes one of her lubed-up fingers into your ass. You give a low 'mmf', trying to control your squirming since she's starting to look a little smug, slowly pumping the finger in and out, twisting back and forth, until she can add the second.\n\nBy the time she's done, you admit that you were shaking your hips in a rather lewd way a few times, and you can tell by her giggle that she noticed. But instead of saying anything she just winks at you, wipes her fingers with a handkerchief from one of her pockets, and walks out of the room. You're left resting bent over the bed, trying to put your thoughts together... but without enough time to do so before Sir walks in.\n\nHis motions are almost businesslike as he once again opens his fly and pulls out his cock, although it's already entirely hard this time. Your eyes widen some as he walks up behind you, briefly running his hands along your back, squeezing your ass, and sliding a hand over your hair. But that's all the gentleness or foreplay that you get, before his fingers tighten in your hair, and he pushes into your lubed-up but otherwise virgin hole, making you gasp loudly as you're so abruptly spread and stretched. But whatever that lube is must be good stuff, because he slides in fully on that very first thrust, and immediately starts to fuck you, pulling back on your hair and gripping one of your hips. You twist fistfuls of the sheets, your eyes rolling as you're so utterly mercilessly fucked for the very first time... it's clear that he's not even bothering to pretend he cares whether you get off. And yet that sets off some little switch in your brain that has you writhing and bucking under him with pleasure, your cock stiff and bouncing with the impact of his thrusts beneath you. \n\n'When he said fucktoy he meant it, he's using me like a cocksleeve, he's just using me, he's gonna fuck me however and whenever he wants as long as he wants!' He'd already said it, of course, but this abrupt introduction to your new life, to the way he wants to use you, to fuck you, has slammed it home as surely as his cock slamming home into your ass. The feeling of that big, powerful cock pumping into you, claiming you, assuring you that you've become nothing but property to be used whenever and however the powerful man fucking you wants washes over you, consumes you, whites out your brain and has you spurting your load against the side of the bed and floor.\n\nYou're half insensate for the rest of the time he's fucking you, barely starting to come back to yourself as he finishes. You realize you're actually laying face-down with your face in the pillows, hands at your sides and legs straight out, cum dribbling out of your well-fucked asshole and down your taint and over your balls as you twitch and shudder in aftershock orgasms. Sir meanwhile is just finishing adjusting his tie, before leaving the room once again.\n\nA different maid eventually comes to get you up and take you into the bathroom, cleaning you up again before showing you down the hall... though this time without giving you anything to wear, leaving you blushing and covering yourself with both hands as you pass several other maids and at least one butler. You'd like to protest but... well, it's pretty clear that's not going to get you much of anywhere, around here. The maid shows you into a much, much larger room than before. There's a bed, a table and chairs, a TV, some bookshelves, and even some light workout equipment like a treadmill and pull-up bar... really it's more like an apartment than a single room.\n\n"This will be your room," the maid explains, smiling easily at you. "Since Sir is currently using you only as a sex toy, he will want you ready and available to fuck at any time, so you mustn't leave this room. While you're allowed to do as you like within here, and can even call down to the kitchen for snacks, you're responsible for keeping yourself in shape. No going and getting all pudgy," she adds, giving your bare stomach a playful poke. "Unless Sir decides that's what he'd like you to do, of course!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Wait, so I'm a prisoner?!"|EricSir]]\n\n[["... Wait, so I can eat right now?"|EricSir]]

Well you're not going out into the summer heat just because they're experiencing some summer heat of their own. You continue on with your quiet activities, after only a few more minutes hearing the various sounds of a car pulling up outside, the front door opening and closing, and your father walking down the hall. So yup that's a thing that's happening. You definitely try to focus in on your game, taking your mind off of any attempt to visualize what might be going on down the hall.\n\nOf course eventually the thirst for fizzy high fructose corn syrup gets to you and you get up, padding to the door and peeking out since you're not bothering to put on any pants just for a quick fridge run. No one in the hall, which is of course explained by the fact that when you step out into it further, you can hear the moaning coming from behind your parents' door, as well as the faintest impression of some other lewd noises. You're not sure what your friends would say, but sitcoms have certainly led you to believe that your parents have a much more active sex life than most married couples in their forties. As in, this isn't even slightly unusual, if you think about it. And man those are definitely some enthusiastic noises, not just some bed creaking and grunting.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go take a peek.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Naaaah.|GGParent13x2]]

'Yeah, I've gotta figure out what to do here,' you think as you take a shower, scrubbing off the sweat and cum and saliva left by your father's latest somnolent visitation. 'Which means I've gotta tell either Mom or Dad about this.'\n\nYou can't see that going over well either way, but what choice do you have at this point? Well, other than who to tell. You kind of figure it's best just to get one alone and tell them, rather than telling them together, that's just a recipe for disaster. But who?\n\n<hr>\n[[Your father.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Your mother.|GGParent13x7]]

After some consideration, you ask, "So can the both of you, like... take human form? You know, and walk around out there?"\n\n"If we're contracted with and given permission, and that's in the bounds of this contest," Shotiel confirms, Mal giving a quick nod as well. "Why?"\n\n"Alright then, that's what we'll do," you declare, doing your best to sound authoritative. "Both of you will take the form of mortals, and become my friends. Whoever's better at being my friend by the end of the year will be the winner."\n\nThey exchange a glance at that, then begin looking thoughtful. "Can we use our powers?" Mal asks. "That's a pretty important aspect of proving which of us would be better as your patron, after all!"\n\nYou admit that's a good point, so after some thought you nod. "You can use your powers, but it has to be subtle. No one can find out you're not human, and it can't be like some big flashy effect."\n\nShotiel immediately looks rather smug at that, Mal pouting. "That's an edge for me, angels are masters of subtle influence," he croons, tossing a smirk at Mal.\n\n"Well we can do it too!" the demon protests. "If we have to!"\n\n"It has to be subtle... oh, and you can't just go around using your powers willy-nilly either," you add. "Doing it to keep your secret or whatever is fine, but like... no mind-whammying people or whatever without asking me. It has to be something I've said is okay to do."\n\n"That seems fair," Shotiel agrees, while Mal gives a slightly grudging nod. "That said, do we have your permission to use our powers to set up our cover here on Earth?"\n\n"Yeah, okay, you'll need to do that," you reply with a nod. "Go ahead with that."\n\n"Alright! Then go to bed and go to sleep. By the time the morning comes, we'll be ready to begin the contest!" \n\nYou nod, feeling a little awkward at getting into bed and pulling the covers up with two immortals staring at you, but thankfully a moment later both of them head out into the hallway. You lay there wondering what you've gotten yourself into for a bit, but when the adrenaline rush wears off you drop off quickly. You awake in the morning feeling relievingly rested, clambering out of bed and changing into jeans and a T-shirt before stepping out into the hall. Without thinking you turn to head downstairs, then pause and turn back to the hallway. Is it... longer? Yes, it definitely is, and there are two doors that weren't there yesterday. What in the world? But a moment later you get the answer as the doors open and a pair of figures step out.\n\nShotiel's hair isn't <i>quite</i> as long and golden as it was yesterday, and he's pulled it back into a ponytail. His eyes are now fixed in a mismatched color scheme, one ocean blue and the other emerald green. The tunic-toga has been replaced by a loose long-sleeved white shirt and a white pleated skirt, with knee-high white socks and white low-top sneakers. Mal no longer has horns or a tail, and rather than bright red skin has a deep tan, and brown eyes that could simply be mistaken for red in a certain light. He's wearing long sleeves too, though the top is black and tight, with holes to bare his slender shoulders. He's gone with a skirt too, black as might be expected, with black thigh-highs and black boots clasped with little silver pentagrams. Both of them could easily and effortlessly pass for girls in those outfits, especially with the light touches of makeup, albeit pretty much completely flat-chested ones.\n\n"Uh... I didn't realize that you two were going to live <i>here</i>," you note a little faintly.\n\n"Of course, it's the easiest way to insure we have equal access to you," Mal declares, resting his hands on his skirt-clad hips, showing that his nails appear painted black. "We agreed to this contest so we're both going to make it as fair as possible."\n\n"We actually worked together to add some rooms to the house and modify your parents' memories," Shotiel picks up. "As far as they're concerned, we're Shauna Asgardia and Mallory Hade, and they took us in because our families were undergoing some crises and had to be out of the country. We kept it pretty vague, since that means we don't have to keep a ton of details straight, it's best for situations like this."\n\n"Huhuhu, angels are pretty good at lying too~," 'Mallory' smarms, putting his fingers in front of his mouth as he side-eyes the white-clad boy.\n\n'Shauna' rolls his mismatched eyes, then clears his throat and smiles brightly. "Anyway! Don't worry, the spell we crafted should cover just about everything, even our records for school when it starts back! So just relax and let's get started being friends!"\n\nYou nod a little uncertainly, among other things wondering why they felt the need to take female names and dress like girls, but maybe that's just how both of them like it. They do look really cute, you have to admit, even blushing a little as they follow you down the stairs, skirts flouncing in a way that really wants to attract your eye. Just as they said, when you get downstairs, your mother greets all three of you as if it were completely normal, not even batting an eye as she sets bacon and eggs in front of three teenagers instead of one. You start to relax a little, the sense of normalcy almost contagious as you eat, only to be reminded that there is in fact a contest on as Shauna chirps, "We should decide what to do today!"\n\n"Jamie, you should let me take us shopping," Mallory croons, reaching out to rest a slender hand on your forearm. "We can go to the mall or the shopping strips or wherever you want! Hell has an almost unlimited supply of mortal currency you could use!"\n\nShauna pouts a little, then perks up as she leans in, countering with, "No, let's go outside and play! You've already got a lot more stamina and resilience from the angel sigil I put on you, and I can make that even better! Imagine running, swimming, playing sports, as much as you want without worrying about getting tired, having allergies, getting hurt!"\n\nYou're not exactly the athletic type... but that's specifically because you've always had to worry about exactly those sorts of things. On the other hand, who wouldn't be tempted by an essentially unlimited shopping spree? Although part of you squirms at the idea of picking either... you weren't expecting the pressure of the competition to start so soon!\n\n<hr>\n[[Shopping spree.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Athletics.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Stay in.|QOInc6x9]]

Maybe if you can just grab the towel and cover up you won't feel so, uh, weird about this until he wanders away again. Still covering your boobs with one arm, you edge carefully closer to the counter and, incidentally, your naked father as you reach your other hand out for the towel... which gets knocked to the floor and well out of reach as you're snagged by the arm. You yelp as you're abruptly... not roughly, it's more just that it's so quick that keeps you off-kilter... pulled forward and bent over the counter, your father's hands running up and down your back with just enough pressure to keep you bent forward, your ass jutted out behind you.\n\n"What the hell?!" you yelp, although not too loudly, out of a mixture or lingering fear that you might wake him up or, equally as bad at this point, that you might wake up your mother. "Dad, what are you even mmmmmf!" This last is as he grips your ass with both hands and gives a slow, rolling squeeze that makes you instinctively arch your back, pressing forward against the counter. His hands run back up your lower back and waist, then rub your ass again, slowly kneading it. 'Oh fuck, does he think I'm Mom?!' you think, looking over your shoulder at his somnolent face... then flushing as you feel his obviously hard cock rubbing against your ass and inner thighs as he rocks his hips back and forth lightly. 'Yeaaah pretty sure he thinks I'm Mom.' "Dad!" you hiss out loud, half hoping you'll wake him up and still half afraid you'll wake him up, the contradiction not quite sinking in for you in your current state.\n\nUnfortunately for your mental state, having your ass kneaded and a fat cock rubbing against you is exactly the sort of thing you were starting to think about when you were 'stoking the furnace' earlier, and your body is primed and ready to respond to such attention. You can't help but let out a moan as your father continues rubbing and stroking your ass, a trickle of arousal running down your inner thigh even as you glance worriedly at the open bathroom door and the dark hallway beyond. Shit, there's really absolutely nothing to stop your mother from seeing practically the moment she steps out of her bedroom. "D-Dad, c'mon, you've gotta... wait, you cannoooot be serious!" you whimper as one of his arms moves and you can feel the tip of his prick rubbing up and down, lightly parting your plumped-up pussylips.\n\nIt seems though that, in his unconscious-but-mobile state, he is entirely serious. You gasp loudly, then bite down on your lower lip and try to muffle your moan as your father's cock pushes into your tight teen pussy. 'Daaaammit stop feeling good stop feeling good stop feeling good,' you chant silently to yourself, letting your head hang forward and your lips part again as you start panting at feeling it sink deeper and deeper into you. His hands continue stroking up and down your back gently, comfortingly, seductively even as his dick spreads you open and slips deeper and deeper into your dripping, eager cunt, until finally you can feel his hips press up against your ass. Then he begins a smooth, light pumping motion that seems to strike just the right rhythm to make you feel it in your entire body and build your stimulation steadily higher. \n\n'G-god dammit, if he's this good when he's awake no wonder he and Mom fuck like rabbits,' you think through the building haze of pleasure in your mind, starting to let out low moans more steadily, even as you press a hand over your mouth to try and muffle yourself. "Dad, c'mon, shit, fuuuck you've gotta, fuck!" you squeak against your palm as he gives your ass a light slap. It makes your pussy squeeze at just the right time to make him rub up firmly against somewhere inside you that makes you twitch and buck atop the countertop, reflexively thrusting your ass back against him as you actually have a small orgasm. 'Fuck, fuck, this is bad this is bad this is bad but fuuuck does it feel good,' you whine internally as you moan against your hand, turning it to bite against your knuckle as you look over your shoulder again, your father's face composed and peaceful as if in sleep even as he keeps fucking you against the counter and squeezing your ass, occasionally giving it those perfectly-timed little slaps. Of course you can see pretty much the same thing when you look ahead in the mirror, as well as his still well-maintained body moving as he fucks you, and the jiggles of your own ass as his hips slap against it.\n\nThe little orgasms from his spanks build and build, until finally you grit your teeth and throw your head back, doing your best to strangle your yowl of release in your throat as your pussy squeezes and flutters around your father's cock, trying to suck him deeper in. Despite that he pulls out, your pussy giving a little gush at suddenly being empty, and you watch a bit distantly in the mirror as he strokes his shaft (gleaming with your girlcum), spilling himself onto the curves of your ass like you were some porn star and he was giving you the scene's moneyshot, the warm, gooey feeling of his jizz hitting your skin sending little shivers of lewd excitement and embarrassment running through you. He stands there for a moment, before his hand drops and he turns, shambling his way out of the bathroom again, making the turn to head back into his bedroom.\n\n'What... the fuck?' you think foggily, still trying to come to grips with the fact that what just happened actually happened. You'd like to chalk it up as some particularly lewd dream and forget about it, but there's the fact that you're not waking up, but instead staying right where you are, bent over the counter with your well-fucked pussy and cum-spattered ass pointed at the shower. ... Oh, right, the shower. Well, it's obviously hot by now, and since you definitely need it, may as well. You close the bathroom door again (locking it this time) and step into the shower, pulling the door closed, and after a second turning around to prioritize letting the stream of steamy water wash your dad's jizz off your butt.\n\nSo that's a thing that happened, you think as you soap up. What now? Well obviously you finish your shower and go to bed, but then what? You're 99.9% positive your father has no idea what just happened, so telling your parents (either or both) what happened at this point just seems like it would be humiliating and traumatic for everyone involved.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just pretend it never happened.|GGParent13x5]]\n\n[[Pretend it never happened but take precautions.|GGParent]]

You'll just... act like it was all a dream. You know it's not a dream, but you'll act like it was! And maybe eventually convince yourself it was a dream, you assure yourself, even as a shiver runs through you at recalling the feeling of your father's very real cock pumping away inside you. ... Nope, nope, that was a dream! Didn't happen! you think as you turn off the water and clambering out, blushing again as you lean down to pick up the towel off the floor. ... Dream!\n\nCertainly your father doesn't seem to have any idea what happened the next day... no furtive glances, no blushing when he looks at you, no pulling his cock out and bending you over the breakfast table. ... Not that you really expected that last one but. ... Y'know. Aaanyway, the fact that he seems completely oblivious helps with your own attempts to act as if the whole sleepfucking incident never happened, and within a few days you're starting to feel fairly normal again.\n\nRoughly a week later, you're sprawled on the couch downstairs, watching Netflix in your sleeping pants and a tanktop when the front door opens and your father strolls in. "Oh, hey honey," he says, waving. \n\n"Hey Pop, you're home early," you comment with a glance over.\n\n"Yeah, slept pretty bad last night, decided to call it an early day, come home, take a nap," he says as he heads upstairs.\n\n"'Kay, sleep well," you answer absently, currently a bit more absorbed in season four of Lucifer than his plans for the afternoon.\n\nAbout half an hour later, you blink and glance up at the sight of your father making his way back down the stairs, wearing just a pair of plaid boxers. "Uh, Dad, everything okay? Are you-" Noticing his rather shambling motions, droopy eyelids, and wobbling motion, your expression goes flat. "-kidding me?"\n\nHe shuffles his way towards the couch, with you considering making a break for it but ultimately ruling it out. The last time you got near him while he was like this, things did... escalate... after all. Instead you sit and try to act as nonchalant as you can, just continuing to watch your show as if he wasn't there. Pretending everything's normal has worked out for you so well so far! Indeed, you continue pretending everything's fine as he rifles through the objects on the surface of the coffee table and opens and closes several of the nearby storage cabinet's doors, before finally flumping down to sit next to you on the couch. 'TV zombie,' you can't help but think in amusement as you sit there, hoping that in a minute or an episode or whatever he'll wander back upstairs to bed. A dashed hope, sadly, as he reaches over and starts sensually rubbing your stomach, making you twitch a bit even as your body traitorously reacts beneath your clothing. (It may or may not have started getting a little primed anyway with remembering the last time, despite trying very hard not to.)\n\n"Oh for Christ's sake, would you knock it off?" you mutter, squirming in place as your somnolent father turns a bit and starts rubbing both hands over your belly and sides. "Dad, I am not Mom, okay? I am not gyeek!" You hop in place a bit as his hands move to cup your breasts... and even in his sleep he frowns thoughtfully, squeezing them a few times while you wriggle in place. "Yeah, see? Not Mom," you say a little sourly. "Those are definitely nooooooot happening oh my God," you groan as, instead of moving on, pulls your tanktop together into the middle baring both your breasts. One gets cupped in his hand, his movements lazy and dreamy as he rolls your breast gently with his fingers, while he lowers his head to the other and starts suckling, mouth and tongue working your nipple in similarly dreamy fashion. "Hahahaaaa okay okay time to wake up now, mmmmf, mmf mmf mmf," you protest, biting your lower lip and thumping a palm against the arm of the couch, looking back and forth nervously as if just to assure yourself the living room is empty, but mostly dwelling on the opening of the entryway. "Thiiis is... shiiit why are you so good at that," you whimper as he moves his mouth over to your other nipple and similarly starts suckling and working his tongue over it, your hips giving a reflexive twitch out of your control.\n\nBy the time he raises his head from repeatedly licking your breasts and suckling your nipples and generally toying with your pert teenage tits all in that calm, sleepy, and very skillful manner, you're left panting and red-faced and already having cum once. You try to focus as he shifts on the couch, and starts to get up. "Yes, good, go, go back to be-" you start to say breathlessly, only to watch him instead shift to his knees in front of you. "Ah fucking hell," you whimper, finding yourself not really able to fight it as he snags the waistband of your sleeping pants and hauls them down, baring your wet, plump pussy and smoothly raising your thighs up onto his shoulder. "You are not seriously gonnaaaaaaa fuuuuck," you groan, one hand shooting to his head and gripping lightly in his hair as his tongue begins to play over your pussy, the somnolent strokes and slurps falling into a perfect rhythm that has you twitching your hips and arching your back. "Daaaaad, God, God dammit, you... mmmf, you really need to... mmmmmmn," you groan out, eyes rolling some as you slump back against the couch at his tongue swirling around your clit. "O-okay, you have gotta wake up and stop this in like... like at the most, two... -wenty minutes," you breathe, shivering all over as another soft orgasm rocks your body.\n\nYou continue to moan and writhe as your sleeping father eats you out, his mouth going over your pussy with an attention to detail that an unconscious person really shouldn't be able to, though the look on his face says he's just that. You alternate betweeen moaning and protesting, and looking with guilt and worry towards the door, wondering if your mother might walk in at any moment. But as it goes on even that fades away, and soon you're just laying on the couch whimpering and groaning out your pleasure as your father's tongue brings you off again.\n\nBy the time he straightens up from his bent-forward position and shoves his boxers down, freeing his stiff prick, you just have no mental fortitude to resist, even verbally. You just wrap your legs around your father's waist as he pushes his prick into your sodden cunt and starts fucking you with the same perfect, steady rhythm he used the other night, this time his hands moving to knead and stroke your tits as he does. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Dad, oh fuck," you whimper, resting your hands on his arms and half-consciously urging him on with squeezes of your legs, feeling the cock that made you pumping away inside your pussy, throbbing and eager while your father's sleeping face looms above you. It doesn't take long before your pussy is squeezing and fluttering around him and soaking his balls, but he still fucks you to yet another orgasm after that before pulling out, sleepily stroking himself off to spill his load all over the front of your crotch, a few splatters of it hitting the bottom of your tanktop. Then, with no further adieu, he tugs his boxers mostly back into place and shambles off up the stairs, leaving you flushed, panting, bottomless, and with spread legs showing off your well-fucked pussy as you lay on the couch.\n\n"... So that's a thing that happened," you mutter to the empty room.\n\n<hr>\n[[Time to tell someone.|GGParent13x6]]\n\n[[Time to... get used to the new dynamic.|GGParent]]

"Look, you can if you want, but I think I've had enough encounters with strange lifeforms today," you mutter. "Even if they're simple plant-based life forms."\n\nLeslie sticks her tongue out at you, then turns to the wall and runs her hand along some of the glowing stuff. There's a surprisingly loud <i>squish</i> noise, her hand sinking further into the bioluminescent fungus than you expected it to be, and then leaving a dark smear on the wall as she slides her hand across. She looks at the glowing green mass on her palm and fingers, which is actually dripping and particularly slimy looking, briefly looking uncertain, before she smears it across her shoulder, down across one small bare breast and down along her stomach, leaving a glowing diagonal line across her front. "It... actually doesn't feel too bad," she notes, as she smears a bit on her hip and down her opposite arm as well. "It's sort of like some lotion I've used, it's cool and a little tingly."\n\nYou don't comment, just watching as she applies some to her neck, though you raise your eyebrows some as she finishes off by cupping her bare crotch with her slime-filled hand, leaving a vaguely obvious handprint. She shrugs a little sheepishly at you, and you shake your head a little before turning and continuing. The tunnel continues winding on, just wide enough to give you about six inches of clearance on either side of your shoulders. Soon the patches of bioluminescent algae or whatever they are stop appearing on the walls, leaving you with just the faint glow from behind you to see by. "I guess that was a pretty good idea, Les," you comment.\n\n"Yuh," she responds. You blink... she sounds a little odd. You glance over your shoulder, but out of the corner of your eye she seems fine, though she's slogging along a bit with head and shoulders somewhat slumped. Well, you can't really blame her that much, you guess. It has been... a really long and really tiring night, it's pretty surprising that either of you are on your feet at all. It's all you can do to keep forcing yourself to move ahead. In fact you're tired enough that your head's swimming a little bit, and you lose track of time, not sure how long you're really stumbling along the dim, featureless passage, when you hear Leslie's voice, not only too far behind as if she'd stopped moving so well (which is odd since the light is just as strong as before, maybe even stronger), as well as sounding a bit thick and gurgling. "Cy... an..."\n\nYou turn around, then stare in shock and horror. Leslie's entire body has gone a white not entirely unlike the 'dead fish belly' color you saw earlier, though it also looks spongey and puckered somehow, with the parts of it that are still glowing faintly green seeming to vaguely pulse and twitch. Not only that, but almost all of her hair has fallen out, the top of her head having bulged outward into something vaguely resembling a glowing green mushroom cap. Her breasts have swollen into large, prominent, gravity-defying globes, somehow looking both stiff and squishy at the same time, with no real sign of her nipples. Her legs have thickened, almost more like stalks, her feet and toes having lifted slightly off the bases of them and seemingly sinking into them. She twitches and jerks as she reaches her hands out towards you, those too having become thicker and more stalk-like, her fingers jutting from the trunklike ends of the limbs and starting to bulge mushroom-like at the tips.\n\n"Cy... an... my stalk... wants you..." she groans, her eyes pale and seeming not quite fixed on you. Something about that term makes you jerk your head downward... at her crotch, the spot where she'd marked herself with the glowing handprint has spread, turning into a thick, almost spherical bulge at the front of her crotch, the top of it glowing and slimy like some varieties of mushroom you've seen. But as you watch the sphere pushes outward, extending an actual stem from her crotch, and winding up looking like a rather immense, bulbous-headed cock. "Wants... you... spores... in you..." she groans, staggering an unsteady step towards you, hands reaching.\n\n<hr>\n[["Leslie! Snap out of it!"|GGHH4ax6]]\n\n[[nopenopenope.gif|GGHH]]

"I think the tunnel's better than trying to swim our way out blind," you decide. You hesitate for just a moment, using looking for any of your clothes that might have survived as an excuse not to actually have to make good on your decision. All you see are scraps of cloth too large to mean anything substantial is left and too small to try and cobble even a loincloth together out of. Sighing, you head towards the tunnel, Leslie following along behind you with a similar level of eagerness. \n\nThough the tunnel ceiling is at least two feet over your head, you still feel like ducking as you walk along. There's just a sense of it being cramped, of a lot of something pressing in from above, and as you walk along, ever more from the sides. Your mind runs wild wondering exactly what it is beyond the walls. Stone? Water? Heck, for all you know it could be outer space, though that certainly seems unlikely. Even if it wasn't cold and slightly damp in here, you think you'd get the shivers. As it is, your naked body is covered with gooseflesh, tiny bumps running along your arms and legs and making them as textured as a lizard.\n\n"Do you think this smell is something those fishmen left on us?" Leslie comments after awhile, unable to take the looming silence. You know you should tell her to be quiet in case something hears, but frankly you couldn't take the silence anymore either. "Or is it this glowy lichen stuff?"\n\n"I don't know," you murmur, lifting one forearm and sniffing experimentally. You know what she means, though... a sort of musty, rank odor, like... rotting dirt.\n\n"Maybe we ought to take some of this stuff with us," Leslie continues, actually stopping to look at a particularly large patch of the glowing green fuzzslime. "I mean what if it stops growing later in the tunnel and we get left in the dark?"\n\n"It's not like we've got a jar or anything to stuff full of it, like in that movie," you counter, though admittedly she has a point. You realize you could have wiped some on one of those shreds of cloth to use as a makeshift lantern, but you don't want to risk going back, especially just for that.\n\n"We could probably just smear some on ourselves, be our own lights," your friend suggests. She sounds just a little frayed... obviously being in the dark is scary enough for her that she's desperate to make sure you'll still have light later. You can't say you really blame her for <i>that</i>. "I mean, we wouldn't be able to hide if we needed to, I guess, but... can we even really hide from those things? You saw their eyes!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Don't use the glowstuff.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Let Leslie, you won't.|GGHH4x5]]\n\n[[Both of you take some.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

Of course Ranma's breaking and impregnation isn't actually the last of the plan and negotiations. For one, you and your new horsecocked spouse (effectively) have to decide on what to do with your businesses. After an extended debate at the end of which you're forced to admit that there's just no good way to combine 'cat' and 'okonimiyaki' and not give the wrong impression, you eventually consent to naming the new place 'Nekohanten' with 'Okonomiyaki & Noodles' directly under it as your compromise.\n\nMousse winds up with a lot of questions about why the sudden merger... but some cursed girl water and a good breaking-in later, and 'Mouse' is bustling meekly around the restaurant area wearing a collar and a white and blue qipao cut to hide a belly starting to show the signs of pregnancy, she and your other barefoot and pregnant waitress allowing all the ass-squeezings and boob-fondlings the customers like. Of course eventually Ranma's other interested parties show up to protest and make demands... but that just means adding to the wait staff. If Cologne has any objections to her granddaughter's methods, the old woman keeps it to herself, perhaps out of fear that the two of you seem to have become quite adept at turning anyone who gets in the way of your ambitions into a hot young brood mare. Perhaps she just considers growing a cock and subjegating everyone who challenges you into your breeding stock to be an apt extension of the Amazon method of destroying female enemies and/or marrying male ones, and is thus satisfied with Shampoo's life choices, who can say?\n\nOf course there's also the other big argument... what to name your first offspring, with the main problem being whether it should be a Japanese or Chinese name. Eventually the two of you settle on the obvious answer: if the kid is yours you get to pick, if the kid is Shampoo's, she gets to pick. Of course, Ranma winds up not letting you down there, and proving herself an early contender for top breeding stock... she has not twins, but quads. Two with pretty auburn hair, two with hot purple hair. (Also two girls and two futas, for a nice balance.) With that question settled so amicably, you and Shampoo happily continue on with your married life, fucking your slaves, each other, and occasionally just whoever takes your fancy. After all, at your strength and with your growing wealth, the only thing that really holds your ambitions in check is your own satisfaction... why overextend yourselves? As long as you can keep growing your little 'family', the two of you are perfectly content to run your restaurant and indulge your vices with one another.\n\nIt wound up being a beautiful friendship indeed.\n\n<b>Strongman Okonomiyaki</b> end - <i>Brood mares and happy marriage</i>

"Let's go look at the pond," you decide. The two of you take lanterns and head to the back door, spending a few moments messing with the old, somewhat warped white-painted doors and pushing them open, heading across the broad stone porch. Down a short flight of stone steps, across a barren garden area, and you arrive at the edge of a long, rectangular stone pool.\n\nThe water has gone beyond simply being choked with algae. Even as you bring the light of the camp lantern closer, the water looks thick and black rather than just green... as if it had congealed into some sort of otherworldly slime. Shuddering a little, you stand up and take a step back, suddenly feeling it much easier to believe something monstrous and inhuman lurked under those waters.\n\n"Wow, check it out," Leslie murmurs, walking to one of the ends of the pool and holding up her own lantern. "This wasn't in the movie." She seems to be referring to the tall, ugly concrete statue that's been set on a base at the shorter side. It's a good eight feet tall from tip to toe, if you don't take into account its arms raised up high in a classic fright pose. Its head is huge and bluntly angled forward, reminiscent of some deep sea fish with its gaping maw filled with needle teeth, wetness dribbling from it that implies it serves as a sort of birdbath (poor birds). Its front is layered like the back of a lobster's shell, its limbs lanky and ending in long, many-jointed fingers with crudely-rendered webbing between them.\n\n"Well, it was. That's definitely the pond monster," you comment after a moment of looking. "Wonder if they stuck that there after the movie?"\n\nLeslie glances towards you and opens her mouth to speak. What happens next is so fast that you're left staring in shock for several long moments even after it's done. Her eyes widen, and whatever she was going to say turns into a scream that's abruptly cut off as she's yanked sideways and downward, disappearing below the black water with barely a ripple. You just stare at where she was standing, brain not quite comprehending what you just saw, until you feel something clamp around your ankle and yank you just as fast and hard.\n\nYou go from standing in clear, if somewhat musty air, to being completely surrounded by thick, murky black water in an instant. Your nerves are still catching up to the fact that you're soaked to the skin by the cold liquid as you realize you're being dragged deeper and deeper by something with a grip like iron.\n\n<hr>\n[[Panic.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to stay calm.|GGHH4x2]]

"We're gonna hafta try and push the eggs out," you decide, not wanting to think about how much bigger they might get inside you... or whether you'd 'lay' them before they hatched.\n\n"O-okay... how?" Leslie asks.\n\n"... Go to the edge of the water and lay down. I guess I'll kinda hafta... step on you," you suggest after a moment.\n\n"What?!" she blurts, her voice almost coming out in a squeak. \n\n"Look, it's all I can think of!" you snap back. "We don't want these things squirting all over the floor! And how else am I gonna help you push them out?!"\n\nLeslie stares at you for a few moments, then sighs and struggles to her feet. Moving over to the water's edge, she stares fearfully at it for a few moments, then carefully sits down on the edge, wincing as she slides her legs into the black pool. She lays down on her back, watching you as you walk over to her, biting her lower lip. You raise up one bare foot (you're not even sure when you lost your shoes and socks... maybe during your drag through the water?), hesitate for a moment, then bring it down on the bulge of Leslie's stomach and start pushing.\n\nYour slender friend spasms, her eyes rolling up in her head as she twitches... but from the tone of her scream, it's because she's orgasming hard. Her whole body twitches and jerks, her pussy gushing, spatters of girlcum creating little ripples on the surface of the black water. Her pussy slowly opens up, and something translucent with a dark center, a bit smaller than a baseball, slowly pushes its way out. You stare, but keep grinding your foot, since the treatment is apparently working. Leslie screams in continued orgasm as your heel indents the bulge of her belly and the first egg pops out of her pussy, dropping into the black water and disappearing.\n\nYou continue grinding your foot against your "suffering" friend's belly until a number of the round, quivering eggs have plopped out and fallen into the water. Finally judging that Leslie's stomach has gone completely flat again, you step back and eye her. She's shaking like a leaf, her eyes rolled up in her head, drool running down one cheek. For a few moments you're worried that she's cum so hard that she's completely lost it... but eventually she sits up and scoots back from the water, starting to catch her breath. "Fuuuuck. I seriously thought I was gonna die," she groans, then adds under her breath, "But what a way to go."\n\n"Well, if it makes you feel any better, now it's your turn to do it to me," you say, trying to force some offhanded cheer into your voice. You sit down just like she did and lay back, watching Leslie struggle to her feet and take a moment to steady her rubbery legs. Then, with what you think might be a little too much eagerness, she stomps her foot down on your swollen stomach. Pain and pleasure slam through your body in equal measure, causing an instant eye-rolling orgasm. You yowl and shriek, your tongue jutting out and body twitching out of your control. It hurts <i>so good</i>, especially as the large eggs stretch your pussy on their way out.\n\nLike Leslie, it takes you several minutes to recover once the last of your eggs have plopped into the water. As you shiver and whimper through the aftershocks, you're left wondering where you'll ever get a sensation like this again. Of course, you don't <i>want</i> this to happen again? ... Right? ... Anyway. Standing, you glance at the water, then at Leslie. "Okay, we've gotta get out of here."\n\n"How? Back through there?" Leslie asks, pointing at the water.\n\nWell. That is how you got in here... but you don't exactly relish going into that cold, black water, especially since you have only the vaguest idea of how to get back to the surface. Plus you very much have the feeling that's where your kidnappers are... and who knows what else. You squint into the dimly-lit cavern, then point. "It looks like there's a tunnel or something back there... there might be a way out. Or at least a way away from those things."\n\n"Or it could suddenly drop off into a bottomless pit," Leslie grumbles.\n\nHalf annoyed by her pessimism and half having to agree with it, you look back and forth between your two options.\n\n<hr>\n[[Water.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Tunnel.|GGHH4x4]]

You stare out at the graveyard, confused. How did you get here? It was daytime before, wasn't it? Yes, it was daytime, sunlight was coming in through the windows of the hospital, and...\n\n... and you died. Oh, that's right. You look down at your hands, pale and bloodless past the cuffs of your nicest suit. You're in the graveyard because you're dead, and your friends and family buried you. And now... now you're up. That's not how things are supposed to be. Why are you up and walking around? That's not how the dead are supposed to be.\n\nYou feel yourself being drawn forward, further away from your grave, and after wrestling with your confusion for a moment you follow the impulse, walking forward and following the little path through the graves and stones, until you come to a trio of memorial benches. You settle on one, folding your hands in your lap, and you wait. You somehow know that if you wait, someone will come along and take you to where you're supposed to belong.\n\nWhere is that? You don't know. You really don't know. And so you sit and consider, trying to ponder out your life and where it might have landed you, assuming that any of what you ever considered or believed is true. It's a worrying line of thought, and you're glad you have the privacy of the darkened graveyard to consider it.\n\nYou raise your head as you hear the pounding of hoofbeats in the distance. Here it comes... here eternity comes to claim you. You start to take a deep breath, then realize you haven't been breathing at all anyway, and simply rise to your feet. As a dark, mounted figure starts to come into view from ahead, something makes you turn your head towards the path, where you can just faintly make out a figure on foot hurrying away in the distance...\n\n<b>Buddy's Midnight Walk</b> end - <i>Invaded privacy</i>

"Let's just use a little bit of mana the first time, to see how it goes," you reply. "Just in case that chance for failure isn't actually affected by my Luck stat."\n\n"Hm, that's fair, Master. In that case, do you want to do it, or shall I, just to see?"\n\n"Ah... Mary, is your Luck stat as good as mine?" you ask with a blink. "... Ah, sorry if that sounds bad, I mean-"\n\n"No, no, it's fine! Actually as your Familiar and now that I'm powered back to normal, we share stats, whichever are better," she notes, flicking a hand through the air. "Like back on Earth when you punched that locker and put a dent in it, you were temporarily using my Magic and Strength stats, though they were a little more abstract on Earth. Of course now most of yours are better, but we still get the benefit. So I'll roll the gacha with your Luck, it just might tint things a little."\n\n"Mmm." You cup your chin thoughtfully, then give another soft 'ah'. "You mean, you're more likely to get a demon or something?"\n\n"Right! Since you're still a human, Master, you could get almost anything, including that rare and super powerful Crystal Dragon! But since it's me, it'll probably be a demon or devil of some kind."\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll do it.|QODK]]\n\n[[Let Mary do it.|QODK]]

Oh who are you kidding? "Yeah let's do the gacha," you say.\n\n"Yay! That sounds like a ton of fun, Master! Hm... let's fix this throne room up a bit first, don't you think?" Mary suggests, glancing around. "It'd be a bad first impression for whatever shows up if it's just a barren throne room lit by a summoned ball of light, huh?"\n\nYeah, she's got a point there. So you and Mary spend the rest of the day using various spells to decorate and reshape the throne room. You mold out some space around the back of the throne and create some ornately framed fogged-glass windows with magical light sources behind them to give a shadowy moonlight look, craft a sort of winged demon impressionistic structure to curl around the throne and give it a more brooding look, create some candles to go on shelves and archaic-looking banners to go across the archways (and potentially conceal traps or monsters in the future), add a few fallen angel statues, more mood lighting in the form of candle stands and... voila! A pretty decent gothic throne room, if you do say so yourself!\n\n<img src="images/jdkthroneroom.jpg">\n\n'Maya'd probably like this,' you think with a bit of satisfaction, before turning your attention to the other thing that needs remodeling now that the throne room's done, but before you move on to the summoning... yourself. Since you don't know what sort of monster you'll get from the gacha, you decided to stick with a normal human look, but one that still says 'demon king'. In fact you decide to base your new look after a specific character in a manga you read... he had a pretty definitive 'human demon king' look, you think. So, after a chant of "Archdemon Transformation!" while holding the image in your mind, the mana wraps around you and reshapes you... tall, slender, with black hair and red eyes, your clothing becoming a high-collared black shirt with white trim and wide sleeves, beneath a crimson cape decorated around the shoulders and clasps with a number of golden ornaments, and a matching belt with plain pants and boots. There... this should be enough that no one says 'Where's the Demon King?!' when they arrive, including whatever you get from the gacha.\n\n<img src="images/maoujamie1.png">\n\n"Looking good, Master!" Mary chirps, giving you a thumbs-up.\n\n"Thanks, Mary. So, do I just chant 'Summon Being', or what?"\n\n"I crafted a summoning circle on the floor here, just to reduce the mana usage a little bit more, so yeah you can just face that and focus on it. But how much mana are you planning to use, Master?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Just the minimum.|QODK1x7]]\n\n[[A fair bit.|QODK]]\n\n[[A large amount.|QODK]]\n\n[[As much as possible.|QODK]]\n\n[[Whatever feels right.|QODK6x1]]

"Alright, then, Master, so there's two ways to summon Monsters!"\n\n"Whew, being a Demon King has a lot of options," you murmur, shaking your head.\n\n"Heheh, yeah, well, it's called a King for a reason. But yeah, the first is the most direct way, just a straight-up summon spell. Y'know, 'Summon...!' ... but you put the name of whatever monster you want to summon there," she continues. "Since it's you that'll work like a charm, and it's cheap on mana since spells for summoning monsters that way already exist in this world, it's not draining your energy to make up a new spell on the fly. The other way is to do gacha!"\n\n"... You just said 'gacha', didn't you?"\n\n"Yup! I love those games on my phone, Master! ... Oh, I should see if I can make my phone work here sometime," she continues, pulling it out of nowhere and looking at the dark screen and tapping her lower lip. You blink, checking your inventory... huh, your phone and Earth clothes are in there, that's kinda nice. Mary tucks the phone away and continues, "But yeah, this world already has a precedent for it, it's just called 'Summon Being'... it's known for just sort of randomly spitting out monsters and creatures, depending on how much mana you put into it. Since it's random, you can either get something that way exceeds your mana output, like a greater elemental, or something that makes it a total waste, like a kobold. But!" She holds up a finger. "We've got something that prevents that second outcome for us, Master!"\n\nYou look at her for a moment, then blink. "Wait, do my super stats include my Luck stat?"\n\n"They do, Master! So your chances of blowing the gacha are basically nothing, you'll always get something that's at the very least worth your mana investment, or maybe something way way better, like getting a Crystal Dragon from expending the minimum energy on it!"\n\nWell, that's a relief, that you won't do the 'real world' equivalent of doing a ten-pull and getting nothing but plates of spicy tofu. The temptation to just see what you get is pretty strong, although you feel like you could easily get distracted from the main point of summoning monsters that way, that being to actually populate your lair.\n\n<hr>\n[[Summon specific monsters.|QODK3x1]]\n\n[[Gacha! Gacha gacha, gacha gacha gacha!|QODK1x6]]

"Hm, you see the new temp?" the head cook asks, glancing around as he and his assistant walk across the entryway of the restaurant.\n\n"Nah. But there's not blood everywhere, so maybe they did okay," the assistant answers, squinting at the stage. "Uh-oh, Boomer's got his clothes off, though. Still packin' that dog dildo, too. Maybe he just molested whoever it was and they managed to run off."\n\n"How does he keep getting that thing back?" the cook mutters as the two of them walk into the kitchen. Then he pauses, sniffing a bit. "Hey, you smell something?"\n\n"Smells kinda like..." Pursing his lips a bit, the assistant walks over to the oven and pulls the door open. "Aw man, not again."\n\nThe animatronics did a good job with you, that much can be said. Your skin has turned a nice, crisp golden brown, nicely highlighting the curve of your rump as it sticks up in the air. The apple has shriveled, but the juices mingled with the dripped fat have created a wonderful sweetish pork scent in the air that wafts out and smacks the cooks in the face.\n\n"I hate it when they use the kitchen," the cook groans, rubbing his face. "Can't they just kill the temps out in the dining room? Then that's janitorial's job. I hate having to get rid of bodies."\n\n"Yeah," the assistant says with a sigh. Then he sniffs at your crispy-skinned corpse again. "Well, they're getting better at cooking, at least, you've gotta give 'em that."\n\n"Honestly I think Robert looks shit up for them on the internet on nights when we don't have a temp," the cook grumbles. "Well. I guess that makes getting rid of the body easier, though."\n\n"Always look on the bright side!" his assistant chirps, going to get the tongs he uses to pull pork.\n\nWell, at least no one can ever say you didn't contribute to the business.\n\n<b>Fast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse Kitchen</b> end - <i>Golden brown and delicious</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

"It seems like taking over the ruined castle would be the least trouble, not having to mess with kicking anyone out or convincing anyone to let us take over," you note.\n\n"Sure sure, lets us get to Demon Kinging faster!" Mary chirps. You're not sure about her phrasing, verbing weirds language after all. But she goes on to add, "Hm, there should be a flying carpet in your inventory, I think? That's probably the fastest and smoothest way to get there, since we don't have to impress anybody."\n\nYou take a moment to search through your inventory and, sure enough, 'Magic Carpet'. Hunh, you guess there really are all sorts of magic items here. You retrieve it from storage and it appears in front of you... for some reason you expected it to not be very large, like maybe the size of a rug you'd put in front of a chair or something, but this is more one of those 'covers most of the dining room' type rugs, in the semi-expected Persian style with a lot of gold and blue. You step onto it a little gingerly, but after a second settle down to sit roughly in the middle of it. "Alright, how do I make it go?"\n\n"It's fine, Master, I'll drive!" Mary chirps, zipping through the air to settle onto the rug in front of you, her tiny body sinking in a bit. She must be exerting some sort of silent magical influence over it, because after a moment it starts raising into the air, then banks and turns, rising higher and taking off towards the horizon. You'd expected it to be... well, sort of flappy and wobbly, maybe like a waterbed or something, or at worst to have to cling on as it shuddered loosely through the air. Instead it stays perfectly flat and firm, always seeming to be at an even plane to you even when it banks or turns or tilts. So really it's pretty much like sitting on the floor, just a bit more comfortable due to being, well, a decently padded rug.\n\n"Huh. This is pretty nice," you note, since the carpet even seems to be keeping you from getting wind-whipped, just providing a constant pleasant breeze. "I bet you could put a chair or something on this and it'd be a really comfy ride."\n\n"Or a bed," Mary proffers with a giggle.\n\nThat makes you blush, and fall silent, instead just watching the scenery zip past below. Every so often you'll see little villages and towns, and once or twice larger cities and castles, but the carpet's moving fairly fast so you don't have much time to gawk. Gradually the land beneath turns less green and more scraggly, and then mostly rocky and dark, even the sky overhead becoming overcast and dark. The carpet gradually descends as it approaches a low plateau, topped by... a pile of squarish rocks in a vaguely discernable shape that might have been the base of a building at some point, along with a number of other large, obviously shaped (but partially shattered) stones scattered about the landscape. "Uhhh, you said it was abandoned, not... gone."\n\n"Well it's sort of abandoned because it's a ruin. The Demon King it belonged to sort of... exploded... when he got defeated," Mary admits a little sheepishly.\n\n"... I don't wanna explode, Mar."\n\n"You won't, you won't, that was just that guy!" The carpet settles down onto the relatively flat plane below the plateau. There's a pathway up it nearby leading to the ruin, and you're a bit curious why she didn't get closer, but instead she just hops up. "But anyway! We can fix it!"\n\n"We can?" you ask as you stand, stepping off the carpet.\n\n"Really, you can, Master! You can basically make up whatever magic spell you can visualize, all you've gotta do is think it up and push power into it. So if you decided to make a castle rebuilding spell..."\n\n"Wow, it's really that versatile?" Mary really didn't skimp on coming up with cheat abilities for you, did she? Hm... if she says you can do it, you're willing to give it a try! You close your eyes and hold your hands out, thinking that a spell that restores buildings to their original condition can't be <i>that</i> outlandish, then call out "Rebuild!"\n\nYou can actually feel your hands growing warm, and you get a brief flash of a vision in your mind before it's gone. Almost instantly you can hear the grinding and groaning of stone sliding against stone, and when you open your eyes the jumble of rock at the top of the plateau is visibly churning around, bits of it pushing out from the others and separating, sliding into place along the perimeter. You can see some of the rocks that are scattered about the landscape starting to slide towards the plateau too, leaving ruts in the dirt as they go. "Wow, it really wo-" You cut off as you wobble in place, your vision swimming briefly as a wave of dizziness washes over you.\n\n"Oop!" Mary flies up to the side of your head and rests her small hands on it, as if she could actually balance you like that. ... Actually you kind of do feel steadier, maybe it's the thought that counts. "Careful, Master, you still have to pay the mana cost of the spell, and while you've got a huge reservoir it's still got limits. Looks like rebuilding an entire castle with one word might have pushed them."\n\n"Y-yeah, I'm... really tired," you whisper, which is a bit of an understatement.\n\n"There should be something called an 'Instant Cottage' in your inventory, Master, take that out and you can use it to get some rest."\n\nNodding vaguely, you rally your mental faculties and search your inventory for the item, urging it to be taken out in front of you. You're actually so exhausted that you can barely muster any surprise when an entire pleasant little house appears in front of you, instead just walking with leaden feet to the door. The interior is a single room with a small cooking area, sitting spot, and a bed, which you stagger to and flump facedown on, practically asleep before your head's even hit the pillow.\n\nYou awake laying on your back, feeling rested, warm, comfortable, and pleasured from the wet heat around your cock and the gentle stroking and sucking sensations on it. ... Wait, what? Your face red, you lift your head to find Mary, once again at her full size, bobbing her head slowly up and down, eyes on your face as she deep-throats you. "M-Mary! What... what are you... mmmf... ... what are you doing big again?" Yes, brain, that's the important thing here, good job!\n\nMary gives a soft 'mmmmmn~' that makes you moan as it sends pleasurable vibrations all through your stiff prick, before she raises her head, wrapping one gloved hand around your spit-slick cock to stroke it instead. "Forgive the presumption, Master, but once the castle finished rebuilding the ambient wicked energy around here ramped up so much that I got back to my old size in no time! Since your tank still seemed a little low I thought I'd, y'know... top you off. As befits a Demon King," she adds with a bit of a giggle, leaning down to flick her tongue over your tip. "I can stop though, if you like, and you can punish me for my presumption! Spankings are good!" she chirps, wiggling her thong-clad ass back and forth, tail wiggling in the air.\n\n"... No you can keep going," you murmur after a second of your brain not really engaging. You rest a hand atop her head, rubbing gently, then adding, "Maybe a spanking later anyway just for fun."\n\n"... ahhhhhh... oh, s-sorry Master, I just came a little," Mary says sheepishly, before ducking her head back and sliding your cock all the way into her throat.\n\nOf course it doesn't really take long of Mary's expert throatjob and tonguework before you give a low moan and spill into her mouth, Mary giving an 'mmf!' of her own that sounds like she might have orgasmed just from tasting your cum. ... Boy she <i>really</i> likes you, doesn't she? She raises her head after a moment, tongue flitting over her lips, and then giggles. "I'd say we need to train you to hold back if you're gonna be a lewd Demon King, Master, but with your stats you can always recover again right away. Especially with your new seat of power!"\n\nYour head had been filled of other ways for you and Mary to expend (or replenish, apparently?) energy, but that last comment makes you blink. "Wait, you said the castle's done already?"\n\n"It's been about a day, Master, but yes it's done already. Why don't we go take a look at it?"\n\nYour curiosity overcomes your desire (for now), and once you've redressed you and Mary head outside. Sitting at the top of the plateau, rather than the low pile of rocks, is now a massive structure probably at least a good twenty stories tall. There are clusters of almost mushroom-like towers around the edges, the front of it made up of arched structures and thin egg-shaped domes integrated into the side. The main part of it has a number of balconies, but overall is a tower with a sort of rounded shape and a blunted top that looks...\n\n<img src="images/jdkcastle1.jpg">\n\n"It's just a little bit..." You trail off, tilting your head, and glancing down at your crotch.\n\n"Hmmmm, yeaaaah, it is," Mary acknowledges with a bob of the head. "Probably why doing lewd stuff helps replenish energy in general here, the castle must be designed to draw energy out of the air and channel it into the land, making everything a bit naughtier. RIP in pieces, prior Demon King, you were more awesome than we knew," she declares, clapping her hands twice and bowing her head.\n\nYou both stand there in a moment of silence for the departed and exploded lewd Demon King that came before, and then start up the trail up to the plateau. It's actually a relatively easy walk upward, and finding the front gate only takes a bit of looking. The interiors are quite dark, and you have to summon a ball of light to hover over your hand as the two of you go along. "There's nothing in here," you note, glancing around. "No, like... tapestries, or furniture, or anything."\n\n"Yeah, when you had it rebuild itself, it must have just rebuilt the pure structure rather than anything that would have been added on after," Mary notes, heels clicking on the greenish stone floors as she walks over to a wall and pokes at an empty metal thing attached to the wall. "At the very least we're gonna need to put in a ton of everburning torches, or something. Even if we didn't need to see in here, it'd be kind of lame just watching heroes stumble around in the dark."\n\nYou silently agree... having decided to become a Demon King, you'd sort of like it if you were a cool one, with heroes feeling equally cool as they challenge your castle and come after you. Heroes having to trek back to town to get torches, muttering about the asshole Demon King that keeps his lair unlit, isn't very cool. Eventually, after walking through a number of dark, undecorated, untrapped, and thus rather boring passages and stairways, the two of you arrive in what's obviously the throne room, since... y'know... it's got a big cool throne carved into the floor and wall at the back. It's fairly impressive even completely undecorated, but as you look around, you can't help but think... "Mary, I should probably, like... transform myself, don't you think?"\n\n"Hm? Why, Master, you're great as you are!" Mary replies instantly and without a single hint of anything but sincerity.\n\nWhich is... incredibly touching, but, "I dunno, I guess I'd feel kind of silly sitting on that throne as... short, unremarkable me. Plus I mean... imagine if some group of heroes bursts in here, saw me sitting on the throne, and one of them said, 'Hey, where's the Demon King?!' ... I think I might be the next one to explode, but of embarrassment."\n\n"Awwww, Masterrrrr," Mary coos, turning to hug you. Which might make you feel better than it does if it didn't result in her boobs pressing to your head. ... Well okay that makes you feel a bit better for other reasons, but. "But if that's how you feel, you should feel free! I'll always love you no matter what you make your body look like! But if that's what you want to do, you might want to wait until you've decided what sort of dungeon... well, castle, but in Hero terms it's a dungeon... you want to have."\n\n"How do you mean?" you ask curiously as she steps back.\n\n"Heroes call anything they challenge themselves against a dungeon, basically, even if it's the Demon King's castle. Dungeons are any environment with monsters, traps, and a goal to accomplish there," Mary contintinues, stepping back and tapping things off on her fingers as she goes. "While most dungeons have a mix of all three, they usually lean more heavily towards one. If you wanna do a monster dungeon, then there's questions of what kind of monsters, how you get them, so on. If it's traps, you can usually make them as varied as you want, though there's also usually an overall general theme too. And if it's a goal-oriented dungeon, well, all you really have to do is set up a few minor challenges before that goal and focus on a really big challenge right at the end."\n\n"Like a fight with the Demon King?"\n\n"Right! It's basically the equivalent of lulling someone into a false sense of security with a weak level and then making the level boss super hard, y'know?" Mary grins at you. "So, before we narrow it down further, which would you prefer... a monster dungeon, a trap dungeon, or a boss dungeon?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Monster dungeon.|QODK1x4]]\n\n[[Trap dungeon.|QODK]]\n\n[[Boss dungeon.|QODK]]

Best not to mess with them too much, after all you don't know when Rei might be back, and-\n\nAs if summoned by your thought, you hear footsteps outside the door and keys jingling. Thinking fast, you shut the dresser drawer and hop over to sit on the side of the bed. It's only as the door actually starts to open that you remember you have the pair of panties still in your hand. With nothing else to do with them, you shove them in the pocket of your borrowed pants right before Rei steps back inside.\n\n"Hey, everything okay?" she asks with a blink. \n\n"Uh, yeah, yeah, everything's fine," you answer, hurrying to calm yourself. "Um, I just couldn't find my clothes, so I borrowed something to wear, sorry."\n\n"Oh no, that's fine, if I'd remembered I'd have left something out," she answers as she comes in, setting a plastic bag on the table. "I actually put your clothes in the washer but they kind of, uh, fell apart, so I snagged you some replacements from a store nearby, and some dinner."\n\nOf course at that you feel pretty guilty for snooping, and for taking a pair of her panties, but not a lot that fessing up would do at this point... it's just too embarrassing. So much so that when you go into the bathroom to get dressed, you transfer the panties over into the pocket of your new jeans rather than leaving them somewhere for Rei to find... it's because you don't want her to be embarrassed or think badly of you, honest! But once you emerge, you settle down to eat, and Rei gives you some advice, suggesting you move on quickly 'before something weird happens', and even walks you to the bus station nearby.\n\nYou continue to drift around for awhile, eventually winding up in a small city where there's a handful of other kids like you. One of them even points you towards a local shelter. "Yeah, it's run by this dude, Jack," he tells you. "Heard tell he can kinda perv on the girls but he's pretty bro if you're a dude. Most guys crash there for at least a couple nights every so often, he'll feed you and give you a place to crash so long as you do a chore or two and don't hang out all damn day."\n\nIt's been several weeks since the bed at Rei's at that point, so you take him up on it, heading to the building in a run-down part of town. Jack is a tall, lean blonde dude who definitely seems warm and friendly enough when he greets you... you don't get any perv vibes off of him, but then you're not a girl. He shows you into the small dining room where there's two other boys, Mason and Ollie... Jackson looks like he'd fit more as the school athlete than a homeless dropout, his head buzzed and a light dusting of beard around his mouth and on his chin, a battered hockey jersey and jeans his apparent clothes, while Ollie looks more like the "nothing special" sort, a bit pale and wiry, with shaggy brown hair and rumpled generic shirts and pants.\n\nAfter dinner the three of you are cleaning up while Jack attends to something in his office. "Yeah, I heard that stuff too," Mason says. "About the dude peepin' on girls if they come in."\n\n"I did too, but you should think the best of people," Ollie suggests. "Sometimes people start rumors just to start them, y'know? I mean, I know if I ever saw something like that, I'd report him, but I haven't, so."\n\n"Well I'm not gonna smacktalk a dude that just fed my broke self anyway," Mason answers with a shrug. \n\nEventually, after a shower in the small locker room style bathroom at the end of the hall, you retire to the room Jack assigned you. It's small and simple... nothing but a bed, a bedside table with a single drawer, a small trash can, and a folding chair, but it's better than a park bench for sure. The door doesn't lock either, apparently because of some previous bad apples, but again it's still more secure than the bench. You sit down and start going through your few meager possessions, and are a bit surprised when you pull a pair of (amazingly) still fresh and white panties out of your pocket. Huh, you'd somehow forgotten you took these. They still look the same as the day you saw them in Rei's drawer, too, no grime or anything.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try them on now.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Jerk off with them now.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Throw them away.|HLSenshi]]

It's admittedly pretty exciting, thinking that all of these have no doubt been pressed up against Rei's incredibly nice ass and no doubt equally amazing pussy. (Well, they've almost certainly been washed since then. Still.) Just imagining the way they'd look on her is actually giving you a bit of a hardon again, though only a bit of one this time.\n\nYou pick up one of the hastily-tossed-in pairs of white cotton ones and look them over. Yeah, you can see a faint, expertly-hidden seam up the back designed to make the material cup her asscheeks. Damn, that's clever and lewd as hell. Of course as noted her butt is just fantastic, if you had one that was as nice you'd probably wanna show it off too. Actually, is that a weird thing to think? Hm...\n\n<hr>\n[[Jerk off in them.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Try them on.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Just admire them.|HLSenshi18x2]]

Deciding that you may as well begin with the property that's closest to home, you inform Denise and have her begin reviewing which students would be good to take along. A few days later you drive a rented van up to the front area of the school, looking over the assembled group.\n\nThere's Denise, of course, pretty and a bit monochrome as always, with her slightly pale skin, long black hair, black-rimmed spectacles, black turtleneck, white skirt, and black shoes. She's about thirty or so (you know her actual age, you swear, it's just that you can never seem to summon it up when you want it), and has been your personal assistant for years.\n\nThere's Tyrese, from the football team. Not quite enough game time to be a star, not quite enough bench time to be a nobody. Long braids, strong jaw, canny eyes. He's not stupid and he generally does decently in your class, but with the new coach's academic guidelines "decent" isn't good enough so he needs some extra credit. You think he's a running back or something like that, since he's not massive like a front-liner. You admittedly don't follow most sports too closely, rock climbing and archery are more your sort of thing.\n\nThere's also Scott, from... nothing you're aware of. As far as you know he seems to spend most of your class using his netbook, and not to take notes. Short scruffy hair, beard stubble, bored expression. Flunking out if he doesn't get some extra credit soon, and wouldn't it be a shame if he lost access to the high speed internet in the dorms?\n\nThen there's Vera. From your classes. Always your classes. Short plain hair, round thick-rimmed glasses, oversized sweater. Very sweet girl, extremely intelligent and attentive, but a little bit of a suckup and a wannabe teacher's pet.\n\n"Well, I hope everyone's ready for this trip," you announce, glancing around at the bags and hoping there's plenty of room for them in the van.\n\n"Hey, Prof, don't forget to leave a dollar coin on the statue," Tyrese says, thumbing towards the nearby bronze statue of a balding man in Elizabethan style clothing.\n\n"What's that?"\n\n"Oh, it's a longstanding tradition. Or superstition, depending on how you prefer to look at it," Vera says, adjusting her glasses. "Whenever a univeristy staffmember takes students on a trip, they're supposed to leave a dollar coin at the toe of the statue of the university's founder, Atticus Crosswall. It's supposed to bless you with good fortune... oh, and some versions say curse you if you don't."\n\nNow that you hear it, you <i>do</i> remember something about those legends. Just that you've always associated it with sports coaches, they being a superstitious lot and being the ones who most often take students on trips. You think you might have a Sacagewea dollar on you... but then again, do you really want to let silly superstitions push you around and cost you a buck?\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave a dollar.|Goethe]]\n\n[[Leave nothing.|GoetheB1x1]]

You admit you kinda want to avoid the issue of chopping off heads like... well, like much of anything, much less celery. "Alright, Guyid, show me what to do," you think back, even as Akaros brings the axe back to swing. \n\n"Let me guide you in thinking the enchantments into being. First, a celerity spell," Guyid's voice says, a ring of floating purple runes appearing circling your head like a planet's rings. Immediately it seems as if Akaros's movements slow, as if he were moving in slow motion. "Then, quickly, a movement spell," Guyid adds as you watch Akaros's eyes widen slightly. He immediately switches to lashing out, and doesn't seem to be moving that slowly anymore, a new set of rune-bands appearing around your ankles just before the blade reaches you. You immediately leap up and over the slash, noting that Mallory has gone scrambling out of the way, things seeming to move relatively slowly again as you go flipping over Akaros's shoulder. \n\n"Now, on your other hand, a channeling spell. Strike his arm!" Guyid instructs as a different set of runebands appears around your left forearm. You swing out and slap the demon lord's upper arm in passing, the runes flashing blue briefly at the impact. You land in a skid, spinning around to face Akaros as he wheels around using the momentum of his axe, bringing it up and swinging it down at your head. "Just keep striking him master, as long as you avoid his blows you will win this fight."\n\nYou whirl aside from the downward swing, slapping Akaros's forearm with your left hand, then tumbling between his legs as he tries to snap the weapon towards you, your palm smacking his shaggy calf in passing. "What are you trying to do, child, annoy me to death?!" Akaros roars as he wheels about to face you again.\n\nHe's fast, so fast that even with the spell speeding up your perception, there's no way that you'd have been able to escape him in your old body. But your current one is nimble and obeys your thoughts with hardly any effort. Even then you might be outclassed... if you were trying to strike back with "proper" attacks. But since all you have to do is make contact, it's easy enough to dart here and there, avoiding his strikes and barely touching him in the nearest place in return.\n\n"You'll soon run out of mana for those spells, boy," the eight foot tall warrior grunts, his breath coming in hard pants. "And then your little dance will have been all for nought!"\n\nBut your rune rings keep up without falter as you continue your tactics, dodging and weaving, with Akaros seeming to become ever more tired. Eventually, obviously deciding the axe is slowing him down, he drops it and starts swinging his fists at you, blows striking the metal of the bridge where you were standing like a smith's hammer striking a bell. He begins to stagger even from your slaps here and there now, roaring his outrage in a considerable less booming tone than before.\n\nBy the time he realizes what's happening, it's clearly too late for him to back out. You see the horror wash over his face as he comes in for a haymaker and passes by you, his head almost level with yours. You shove on the side of his head below one of his considerably shortened horns, sending him staggering into the flaming bannister that he thumps against without a care... then yanks himself away from with a rather undignified yelp, clearly shocked that he felt the flames at all. He whirls and tries to charge at you, only for his loosened loincloth to drop from his waist and tangle around his lower legs, revealing a somewhat equine cock that now barely reaches his knees. He thumps on his face and gives a soft, embarrassed whimper, before staggering to his feet and looking down at his now slender, sleek arms and small, pretty hands. "W-what have you done to me?!" he squeaks in outrage.\n\n"I siphoned off your demonic energy, a little bit at a time," you reply smugly, stepping forward and looking him in the eye. He's now no taller or muscular than yourself or Mallory. "I couldn't grab a whole lot... but I could get a bit with each touch. It was more than enough to keep powering my spells, and absorb plenty of it too. I may not be as powerful as you were, but I'm at least halfway there. You've lost this challenge, Akaros... and your power. You gambled it with your arrogance and lost way more than you would have if you'd just packed your things and left. Now by rights not only the castle, but everything that is yours, is mine by forfeit."\n\nHe stares at you, trembling in anger... or maybe that's actually fear. You watch as his now much cuter face twists a bit... before he sniffles and falls to his knees before you. "Then... please, I beg of you, my... my lord... spare me and the rest of my line. Do not purge us or curse us to some even lower form. Spare us as our ancestor spared yours, if only in pity!"\n\nWell. You already did decide you didn't want to kill a bunch of people (er, demons). But what to do with your defeated enemy now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Banish him.|QOInc5x6]]\n\n[[Dominate him.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Transform him.|QOInc]]

Taking a deep breath and doing your best to focus, you tear your eyes away from the dog's cock and force them onto the clear water tank that feeds into his dish instead. Marking off that everything looks good, you force your legs to start moving, even though you can feel more wetness sliding down your inner thighs. If you can't control yourself on your very first day, how can you be expected to do your job?!\n\nYou pause at the little cleanup area before the outside, using some towels to wipe yourself off and catch your breath. Luckily, your little act of exercising restraint seems to have helped you calm down, and while your pussy remains wet, you don't immediately start dripping down your thighs again. You pause for a few moments, staring out the little window in the door at the sunny blue sky overhead, then down at your bare lower half. ... Welp. Orders are orders. Taking a deep breath, you push the door open and head outside.\n\nLuckily, there's a tall and sturdy privacy fence surrounding the fairly large grounds, with not so much as a climbable tree to be seen beyond it... clearly Amarie has been very thorough about securing the Winterbury against possibly prudish prying peepers. (Heh, good one, Cyan.) It's still a little bit intimidating to be walking around bottomless outside, but at the same time exhilerating too. You walk along the edges of the building, peering into the enclosures and making a few notes here and there, smiling and complimenting the dogs that come outside to see you again, including cooing at a few and hoping you see them later due to the glistening red rockets swaying beneath their bellies.\n\nEventually you finish up and return to Amarie's office, finding her typing at her computer. "All finished, Boss," you report, passing over the clipboard once she holds a hand out.\n\n"Good, good." She accepts it and looks it over, flipping a few pages, before picking up the small walkie-talkie on her desk and clicking it. "James, we've got ant beds in ten and twenty-seven, take care of it. Jess, I've got a list of enclosures that need water, come show the new girl how to fill them."\n\n"Got it," a male's voice answers, before a female's adds, "On my way."\n\n"Er... do they-" you start, glancing at the door nervously, then down at yourself.\n\n"Yes, everyone who works here is in on how we do things," Amarie answers with a grin. "James and Jess are your only two coworkers at the moment, and they won't always be here when you are, but I wanted them both here on your first day in case they needed to help out."\n\nYou look at the door as it opens, fighting down the urge to cover yourself as a girl a few years your senior walks in. Jess is a bit taller, with thick, rumpled black hair and green eyes, with breasts slightly larger than yours. She's wearing a t-shirt that reads 'Nine cats own me' and while she's not bottomless, the pair of denim cutoffs she does have on are pretty brief. She grins brightly as she sees you, holding out a hand and resting the other on her hip. "Hi, I'm Jess, nice to meet you."\n\n"Cyan," you reply as you shake her hand.\n\n"Well, you're the youngest girl boss-lady has ever taken on, and maybe the cutest too," she compliments cheerfully. "C'mon, I'll show you how to do the water."\n\nLeading you back into the hallways, Jess begins showing you the occasional thin hoses that are discretely attached to the walls, instructing you in the method of running some water into a pail to make sure the line's clear, how to get it into the water tank through the gate without splashing, and cautioning you on watching for anything that might have made it through the filters. As she's demonstrating the process for you, and to help yourself get over the fact that you're following a near-complete stranger around half naked, you lean in a bit and glance at her shirt. "Is that true or just a random shirt?"\n\n"Oh it's true!" she answers with a giggle. "I love all animals but cats are definitely my favorite. I know, I know, what am I doing working at a facility that's pretty exclusively dogs, then, right? Thing is, boss-lady owns a lot of facilities that deal in animals, including some that deal in exotics and wild animals. This is basically my training and paying my dues to her before she'll move me up somewhere." She sighs dreamily as she puts a hand to her cheek. "What I really want is to get fucked by every type of Big Cat. Lions and tigers, oh my!" she adds with another giggle, before shutting off the water. "But dog cock's pretty good until then! Alright, I'm back to the front desk, you better go see what boss-lady wants you to do next."\n\nReturning to Amarie's office, she glances up and grins. "Got a handle on the water hoses? Good, you'll be in charge of that as part of morning rounds from now on. As to what's next, there are several things you could turn your attention to," she continues as she glances through some of the papers on her desk. "Being the wonderful employer that I am, I'll let you take your pick. You should be able to handle [[exercising the dogs|GGDog]] on your own... that includes, but should not be limited to, letting them have a go at you," she adds in amusement, eyes twinkling, before glancing at her papers again. "It's a Wednesday, that means it's '[[Shot Day|GGDog]]' and a good handful of our residents need injections. I'm not expecting you to give injections, obviously," she continues, glancing up with a grin. "But the poor dears <i>do</i> like to let off some stress after getting one, typically."\n\nYour face burning a bit, you nod. "Um, anything else, or...?"\n\n"Two other things," she says, holding up two fingers. "First is our 'helicopter parent' program."\n\n"What the heck is that?"\n\n"Some people who kennel their dogs here pay extra to be able to check in on their pets [[via webcam|GGDog12x1]] any time they like. Don't worry," she adds with a little laugh as you blanche slightly. "The webcams of the ones who aren't in the know are focused so they can't see anywhere outside of the enclosure, but you see why it was important to not just do as you like during rounds? But yes, I'll admit, you've already been shown off to a few who have access to the wider-area cameras. Others who pay an even higher fee get to see regular, guaranteed feeds of their dogs fucking people. You'd be helping Jess out with that, and I'll include a nice little bonus in your paycheck for every dog that you fuck on camera, just like she gets."\n\n"Um. And the last?"\n\n"We've just gotten in a [[new batch of products|GGDog10x5]] from vendors hoping we'll use them. Doggy treats, collars, toys, things like that. James will be looking at them, he could use a helper. Whichever of those activities you like, dear, since it's your first day and I want you to enjoy yourself as well as feeling like you're helping out."

The curiosity of trying out new 'gadgets', even if they're really just dog toys, eventually gets to you. You do love fiddling around with new things, after all, it's an aspect of your nerdery, so you say, "I'll help James out then."\n\n"Alright. Down the enclosure hall, to the left, then to the left again, it's the door marked 'Storage A'."\n\nYou follow Amarie's directions, pausing as you lift a hand to knock at the door. This will be the first human guy to see your pussy, you realize. That makes you blush, but after a moment you nevertheless knock on the door. At the call of 'Come in!', you push it open and step inside, the heavy door swinging closed after you. \n\nJames looks like he might be Jess's brother, with similar green eyes and thick black hair pulled back in a short ponytail. He's about the same height she is, built slender but obviously toned, to judge by the snug, sleeveless shirt, though the loose workout pants below don't show nearly as much. He glances up from the clipboard he's going over as you come in, giving you an easygoing smile, not seeming in the least surprised or lecherous about you being half-naked. That... makes you feel both at ease and a little offended somehow, though you try to shake it off as you take his hand to shake. "Hey, I'm Jess, you must be Cyan."\n\n"Yeah, hi." You can't help but blurt out, "Used to seeing girls showing off their pussies?"\n\nHe blinks and glances down, then gives a slightly sheepish laugh. "Um, don't be offended, but yes, yes I am. Most of the women who work here don't bother with pants unless they know they're going to the front at some point or are working with one of the more aggressive dogs. It's, ah... it's a very nice pussy?" he adds cheekily, eyes twinkling.\n\n"... Thanks," you murmur, glancing aside and blushing. Geez, he is awfully cute, even if he's not furry and on all fours. "Um, anyway, I'm supposed to help you test out some of the new products?"\n\n"Yeah, since we're a big expensive kennel a lot of companies send us stuff to try out, hoping that we'll not only order a lot of it but suggest them to our customers. Here, go ahead and get out of your shirt, may as well not get anything on it if you don't have to." He waits while you (somewhat hesitantly) strip off the t-shirt, and when you're standing in front of him wearing nothing but your socks and sneakers, continues as casually as ever. "Of course you never know if it's any good, and we can't just go testing it out on customer's dogs or Miss Amarie's own animals in case it hurts them, so we have to do testing in here."\n\n"Wait, so you're saying...?" You trail off, pointing at your own face.\n\n"That's right, newbie, today you're the dog," he answers with a grin.\n\nYou stare for a moment, then huff out a breath... and finally laugh. "Yeah, okay, arf arf. I guess I should've known what I was getting into, huh? Alright, so what's first?" \n\n"First up is a new type of collar," James answers, turning to the side to snag one from where it's laying on a small table next to a laptop. He turns to show it to you, the outside glossy pink leather, stitched as prettily as any designer handbag, then flipping it over to show the black lining. "They're supposed to be super comfortable and perfect fit, so if it doesn't irritate your neck or get too tight it should be fine for the dogs."\n\n"Well, I guess if I'm the dog for today, it oughtta start with the collar." You start to reach for it, and both you and James stop in place with him having begun to lift it towards your neck. After a moment, you blush again and lift your chin, allowing him to slip the collar around your neck and fasten it, suppressing a little shiver as he slides his fingers inside it and runs them across the front of your throat just as if you really were a dog.\n\n"Any problems so far? Chafing or anything?"\n\n"No. It's actually..." You can't believe you're saying this, and you roll your shoulders before admitting, "It's actually kind of comfortable."\n\n"Good, good." He snags a box off of the desk and opens it up. "The same company makes a flea collar, supposed to be completely irritant free and low scent."\n\nThis time you stay still, trying to fight the mixture of embarrassment and excitement as you're collared in a way that is even more blatantly not how a human collars another human, but how a human collars a dog. There is just the faintest scent of something chemical, as if just enough to remind you that yes, you're wearing a flea collar like any common animal, but otherwise it doesn't feel like anything but a rather snug piece of rubbery jewelry. "It feels fine," you say a little brusquely, mostly to hide that you're starting to get turned on. "What's next?"\n\n"An auto-tag maker," he answers as he turns to sit down at the little table, gesturing to something the size and general shape of a small sewing machine. He pops open a program and begins typing in info. "Supposed to be the easiest, fastest, and best-looking tag embosser on the market, so we'll see."\n\nYou move to stand beside the chair, squirming a little as you watch him first select a dog bone-shaped metallic blue tag and select 'Name' on the program, typing in 'CYAN' before clicking the Accept button. Your eyes follow the motions of the machine as it etches your name on the literal dog tag, fidgeting just a little as it finishes and he replaces it with a circular tag and brings up a different screen. You almost blush again as he starts clicking buttons indicating that you've had your shots but aren't neutered, then starts filling out 'If lost, return to:' info. You blink as you realize that it's not the shelter's address... then blush yet again as you realize he must be filling out his own address out of habit or something. The machine etches both sides of the plainer tag, and he stands up, moving in to clip both to the ring on the front of your collar. "Wow, those do go on easy," he says in a chipper tone, either not noticing or pretending not to notice how squirmy and obviously turned-on you've gotten. "They're supposed to stay on too, so I guess hop around and try to do a lot of moving to see if they get tugged off."\n\nSuppressing both a sigh and further blushing, you begin bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet, trying to ignore that your pert tits and ass are both jiggling a bit with the movement. You can feel his eyes on you as you do a few hops back and forth and shake your head around, trying to imitate what you've seen dogs to while trying to shake new collars off. Finally, panting just a bit, you move to stand back in front of him, raising your chin. "Well?"\n\nHe reaches in, knuckles lightly brushing your throat and making you shiver before he gives a few tugs on the tags. "Nope, still on good. Assuming you don't get a rash or some chafing from the collars by the end of the day, looks like both of these companies may have a sale. Now!" he says cheerfully, turning to one of the sets of shelves and coming back with a bag, holding it up and giving a the packet of 'Meaty Treatz' a shake. "On to food testing!"\n\n<hr>\n[[... No.|GGDog]]\n\n[[... Okay.|GGDog]]

Well. It's like she says, isn't it? Not every part of a job is something you're super eager to do, but all the same...\n\nAfter hesitating just a bit more, you turn and set your soda down on a small shelf nearby, then slide off of the couch and onto your knees. Leaning forward between her spread legs, you spend a few moments looking at the spread pink of her pussy and watching wet droplets slide down the moist flesh, before leaning forward and dragging your tongue along it, then shifting to the side and licking again.\n\n"Mmm, there we go," Amarie murmurs, fingers sliding away from her pussy and resting on your head instead. "Just keep it up dear... I'm not expecting any great skill, just show me some enthusiasm," she coos encouragingly.\n\nYou think you can manage that, at least. Feeling the soft downy hair tickle at your tongue a bit whenever you lick particularly high, you start adding some speed and force to your licks, gradually getting your mouth a bit closer as your initial reticence fades. Your tongue slides a bit deeper inside her as you put more effort into eating her out, and you even give a try at sucking on one of the outer lips, hearing her moan softly above you.\n\n"Therrre you go, that's very good," she practically purrs, stroking her hand over your hair. "Mm. But get those jeans off. I want to see that cute teenage ass of yours."\n\nSince there doesn't exactly seem to be any point to modesty now, you straighten up long enough to unbutton and unzip your pants, shoving them and your thong down and wiggling your way out of them without getting off your knees, shoving your shoes and socks off as you do. Bottomless, you lean forward, noting that the couch is low enough that you're practically on all fours while eating her out, showing off your bare ass to good effect indeed. You flick your eyes up towards her as you resume licking at her pussy, barely able to see past her tits even with her leaned back, her own eyes roaming from your face down to your pert butt and back, her lips lightly parted and eyes heavy-lidded, obviously enjoying the sight of a half-naked straight girl eating her pussy.\n\n"Such a good girl," Amarie moans as your tongue starts working deep into her pussy, her hips rising a little towards your lips as they press against her opening. "Good, good girl. I think you deserve a treat." Her hand tightens a bit on your hair, just enough to keep you from turning easily, as she gives a particular three-note whistle. You can't do much at the moment other than continue to work your tongue in your new boss's furry pussy as you hear something like a small door opening and swinging, and then the jingling of tags and the light clip of nails on the floor. You gasp into Amarie's cunt as you feel the familiar sensation of a large furry body settling its weight atop your back and the wrap of strong forelegs wrapping around your middle, just before the much-anticipated dog cock crams itself into your pussy.\n\nYou start moaning and gasping in earnest as the dog atop you starts pumping its hips, pounding your teenage pussy eagerly. You find your face being driven against Amarie's pussy, and begin to find some honest enthusiasm for eating her out, more eager moans escaping you as you stiffen your tongue and drive it into her, letting the dog on your back's thrusts fuck your tongue deep into her own cunt. You can hear Amarie starting to moan softly as well, her own voice turning breathy and coming faster as she resumes petting your head, her other hand coming up to presumably rub and scratch the dog fucking you. "Oh yes baby, oh yes, you're such a good girl, you're eating my pussy so good while you're getting fucked, oh yes baby eat mamma's cunt, nnnh yeees fuck..."\n\nEventually you give a cry of orgasm against Amarie's inner thigh as the dog's knot stuffs itself into your cunt and he starts spurting inside you. At a nudge from Amarie the dog slides off of your back, and soon you feel his fuzzy ass pressing against your bare pale one as you're tied with like a proper bitch. Moaning softly, you begin licking Amarie's pussy again in a slower, almost casual way as you wait for that fat knot to finish spilling its load inside you and deflate. And it takes awhile, at least half an hour before the dog finally tugs away and his cock slips out of you, letting a spill of his cum run down your inner thighs and spatter on the floor. You look over your shoulder, seeing the big yellow Lab wagging his tail and panting, big red cock still unsheathed and glistening with a mixture of his cum and yours.\n\nGrinning, Amarie tugs at you until you follow the direction and settle back up onto the couch, taking your own spot against one corner of it and leaning back as she slides to the floor. Soon your positions are reversed, and you give a loud moan at the feeling of an obviously much more experienced adult woman starting to eat you out. You bite your lower lip to muffle yourself a little as you look down at her, resting a hand on her head as her dark eyes twinkle mischievously up at you. As she starts working on your clit your eyes close and your head leans back, letting out a long moan. You almost miss the dog mounting back up, this time on Amarie's back, but you look back forward in time to see his glistening red cock get stuffed up the well-endowed woman's ass, spreading her full buttocks apart as it spears into her rear pucker. \n\nFor the first time you get to watch someone else get fucked by a dog, and while said someone else is eating that same dog's cum out of your quivering teenage cunt. Your moans get louder and more exuberant, interspersed with the occasional "Fuck!" as you toss your head, your hips jerking and twitching towards the ministrations of her tongue. By the time the dog is cramming his knot up Amarie's ass you've lost count of the number of orgasms you've had, and lay trembling against the couch, panting and reassessing your sexuality.\n\n"Mmm, Chester here is one of the various benefits of working here," Amarie coos as she gives your quivering pussy one more lick while the Labrador turns around to face away from her, the woman wiggling her big ass against his trim furry one. "I think you'll find him a very thoughtful lover with a lot of stamina. But once he deflates again, let's get started on that paperwork you'll need to get signed."\n\nOnce the paperwork is drawn up and you have one more quick bang from Chester to see you on your way, you get cleaned up in Amarie's shower before practically skipping all the way home. Your mother blinks as you come in the door. "Well, you seem chipper for someone who went out to get a dog and appears to have come back without one."\n\n"Ah, well," you answer just a bit sheepishly, though grinning broadly. "Actually, I got offered a job instead?"\n\n"A job?" That makes your mother shift through surprised and to suspicious. "You're this happy over the idea of working? Why?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Gush about Amarie.|GGDog11x1]]\n\n[[Gush about the shelter.|GGDog10x3]]

"Well, I went to that place I looked up online, and it's just <i>really</i> nice," you answer honestly enough. "Turns out the lady that runs it is really short-staffed right now, and after I talked with her it just seemed a better idea to work there than get a dog of my own."\n\n"Uh-huh...?" your mother prompts, still looking a little dubious.\n\n"I mean I'd started wanting to have a dog to play with, but it was gonna be really expensive to have one of my own. This way I get to spend time with a lot of dogs, but also get some work experience and make some money. Please, Mom? This place is so nice, they've got this big play area, even the cages are nice, most of the dogs are already trained, you keep saying I need to get out of the house more and do something productive anyway, and-"\n\n"Okay, okay," she says, sighing and holding up her hands, the sigh transitioning to a bit of a laugh. "Okay, I get it! I get it, you've convinced me. I looked at the place online too and it does seem rather nice. But can you actually work there? Deviville requires you to be seventeen before you can work independently..."\n\nYou pull out the roll of papers. "Here, the places you need to sign are already tabbed and everything."\n\n"Of course they are," she says with another laugh. "Fine, fine."\n\nThe next day you return to the shelter bright and early, lightness in your steps again. You get there just as Amarie is unlocking the door, the large-breasted woman turning to you with a grin. "From your demeanor, I'm assuming everything went well?"\n\n"Mhm!" You hold up the sheaf of papers. "Everything's signed and official!"\n\n"Good, good. Welcome to the Winterbury Shelter, then," Amarie answers cheerfully, finishing unlocking the door and leading you once more inside. She takes the papers and feeds them into the fax machine, then hefts a box onto her desk and opens the top, rifling through it. "I'll be providing you a 'uniform', since we wouldn't want your regular clothing getting <i>things</i> on them, now would we? Ah, here we go," she says cheerfully, hefting out a white t-shirt that reads 'DOGGOS WITHOUT BORDERS' in black text in a circle, and shows the outline of a dog wearing a nurse's hat. "This ought to fit... a bit snugly."\n\n"Sure," you answer with a blush, after a moment peeling off your current black Punisher t-shirt, your pert B-cups bared to the office air. "What about my pants, though?"\n\n"I guess those will just have to stay here," Amarie answers, eyes twinkling impishly. "Don't worry, you'll only be working in the back areas today. I'll train you on the front desk at some point. Your first duty is to check everyone's water, make sure they have plenty and that it's clean, as well as checking bedding and doing a check on the outside area of the enclosures to make sure there are no problems like ant beds, dead moles, large holes, that sort of thing." She pauses to smile at you as you wiggle out of your jeans and panties, working them over your socks and sneakers to leave those on. She waits until you've pulled on the whimsical t-shirt, your stiff nipples drilling against the fabric, before she proffers a clipboard. "Here's your checklist, make sure you check every last enclosure."\n\nYou hesitate for just a moment, standing there in nothing but a t-shirt, socks and sneakers, your bare, smooth teenage pussy and pert ass completely on display, coming to grips with the fact that they apparently will be for the rest of the day. A little shiver of excitement runs through you, and you nod, before turning to make your way back towards the enclosures.\n\n"Oh, and Cyan?" Amarie calls, making you pause and turn around. She grins wickedly. "I know you'll be tempted, but no fucking the dogs until you've completed morning chores. Understood?"\n\nYour face turns red, but you grin and nod. "Okay, um, Boss." Turning, you trot on down the hall, trying to get used to the feeling of being so exposed in a semi-public place.\n\nOf course, the next problem that comes up is that you're soon exposed to a large number of big, panting dogs, their warm musk tickling at your nose as you move past the enclosures, checking the numbers against the list as you move along, doing your best to focus. Still, soon rivulets of arousal are running down your inner thighs and dripping off the slick lips of your pussy, and your heart is beating faster with eagerness. Obviously sensing your desire, more than a few of the male dogs you pass begin to unsheath, wagging their tales more rapidly and coming closer to the gates as if to tempt you.\n\nAs you get to the end of one of the rows, the male inside actually leaps up to place his paws against the gate, as if to show off to you. And damn if he doesn't have something to show off... the big black dog's cock is long and thick, with more of a bulge in the middle, and already showing quite an impressive knot. His heavy, furry black balls sway below with his every panted breath, and you can almost feel yourself going glassy-eyed as you stare longingly at that fat puppy prick. You almost whimper with desire, glancing at the handle of the enclosure gate. There's not even a key, and you're well away from the office, you bet Amarie would never even know...\n\n<hr>\n[[Take a fuck-break.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Follow orders.|GGDog10x4]]

Ahhhh... you're being milked.\n\nOf course, you're always being milked. Your nipples are sheathed in a pair of clear suction tubes, giving you a constant view of your milk squirting out into them. Not that you think of it much, other than with satisfaction that you're being milked. Your legs are held attached to a frame that constantly holds them spread, displaying your pussy wet and ready for use at any time, and the power cable running to the large plug in your ass that vibrates non-stop, helping to turn the intense relief-pleasure from being milked into just plain pleasure. Your orgasm has lasted... well you have no idea how long you've been cumming, you're just cumming all the time now, being milked all the time now, your hands aimlessly wandering in almost worshipful strokes over the top of your own huge tits.\n\nThe nice lady who milks you practically skips the room, her own large breasts (although obviously nothing compared to yours) bouncing with her motions. "Good morniiiing, milkslut! And how are we feeling today?"\n\n"Feels good," you moan, half-smiling at her, your eyes glassy. "Getting milked."\n\n"Mm, yes, of course. My, I think they've gotten bigger again today," the blonde muses, tapping her lower lip as she looks you over. "Probably have to redo the frame soon, and get some bigger sheathes for the milker... hm! Why, I bet...!"\n\nWith that she reaches forward, gripping one of the clear tubs around your nipple and pulling with a particular twist. You moan softly in disappointment at the cessation of constant sucking, feeling pressure immediately start to build up in that breast again, writhing lightly in the frame as Mandy strokes her hands over the throbbing, squishy eight-inch pillar of pink flesh that is your nipple. You watch with half-conscious curiosity as she flips her dress aside, displaying that long, fat cock that you've so often had pumping away in your cunt... and then pressing the blunt tip to the end of your nipple. Your eyes first widen as it actually seems to be making a bit of headway... and then roll up as she actually pushes inside you, her prick penetrating your nipple and spreading it wide, stretching it wider before it slides inside your breast as well. Your whole body shudders as she begins thrusting, her movements causing large amounts of milk to spurt out around her girth, splattering her whole lower body and dribbling down onto the floor.\n\n"Hahahaha! Ohhhh, this is lovely, so warm and tight, and of course much much wetter than your cunt!" your owner squeals delightedly as she leans forward, her body and her big tits indenting the surface of your breast as she just leans on it while fucking your nipple. "Ooooo, so nice, so nice, I wish there were two of me so I could fuck both at once! Ahh, I can even feel the milk pushing up inside me, making my balls swell, ohhhh, oh it feels so warm and good and they're getting so big!" she moans as her expanding balls do indeed grow large enoguh to start swinging forward and slapping against the curve of your breast. "I'm going to give it all back to you as nice thick cum, though, my sweet pair of tits!"\n\n"Guh, buh, mmnuh!" you grunt and squeal, your tongue lolled out as your brain is battered with more intense orgasms than the long, constant one you've been feeling up 'til now. Your mind won't survive the feeling of your owner pouring that milk-turned-cum load into you, you know that, you can feel it...\n\n... eh, you weren't using it anymore anyway.\n\n<b>Tandy's Candy</b> end - <i>Milkslut</i>

"That sounds good to me! You said we have the right to take it back, right?" you answer, tucking Guyid under your arm. \n\n"Well technically under demon law, a castle always belongs to the line of the one who built it if they can prove they have sufficient power," Mallory answers, frowning a bit and folding his arms, closing his eyes in thought. "That's why most invaders make sure to kill off an entire line, but then you have the ones that are too arrogant to think a weak, overthrown line could ever come back, and want them to live on in shame as proof of their triumph. Technically, if we show up with two of us, one of us blue and bearing magical items of this level, whoever has the castle ought to just give it back to us and move on to some bit of land or castle they've appropriated or conquered since the overthrow."\n\n"But?" you prompt.\n\nHe shrugs. "But, there's nothing to really stop him from trying to kill us. If anyone questions it, he can just say he suspected we were lying and weren't really powerful, so he was testing us. That's technically legal, since power is part of the requirements, and 'We're obviously powerful' doesn't necessarily cut it."\n\nIndeed, after a week's travel, the two of you approach a black lake with a large castle with two high towers jutting from either side sitting on a bit of land in the middle. The castle covers the entire island... which isn't a small thing, really, meaning those towers must be impressively tall. You come to stand on the shoreline across from the castle gates, looking out on what must be a good mile of still, gleaming black water. Exchanging a glance with Mallory, you both nod, before you turn your head back towards the castle and raise your voice.\n\n"We are Jaminimaxira and Malorinimaxira of the line of Magoria! I stand here today bearing the Regalia of Astaroth, and declare our family's line once more strong and worthy! You sit inside the stones and upon the land shaped and tamed by our power, and it was never truly yours! I bid you now, return our home to us as set down by the law!"\n\nYou finish issuing the statement you'd practiced under Mallory and Guyid's tutoring, and wait. Eventually there's a rushing noise like a waterfall as a gleaming steel walkway pushes up from the water and locks into place in front of the castle entrance and in front of you, the railings bursting into flame the moment they've cleared the water. The castle gate swings down and locks into place at the edge of the bridge, and a massive figure begins walking down the bridge, its steps thunderous. He's at least nine feet tall, his legs shaggy and hoof-tipped, the loincloth he's wearing falling halfway down his hairy shins... and outlining a massive cock that stops just a few inches above the hem. His upper body is huge and muscular, a faintly purplish shade of blue stretched over bulging muscles, his skin dotted with arcing scarification and inset with glittering red gems. He has a massive battleaxe set on one shoulder, the material it's made of gleaming and black, extremely similar to the massive, curling horns on either side of his head.\n\n"I am Lord Akaros, and I see no two descendents of Magoria," he rumbles, his pierced lips curling in a sneer as he looks down at you, metal insets dotting his gleaming bald head. "One or more fakes, I should think, bearing nothing more than tarted-up bargain cart toys. Begone, children, lest I <i>test</i> you to your doom."\n\nMallory swallows nervously, but then answers his part. "As the younger brother, I bear witness to this! My older brother has the right to this castle, our home, and will prove himself if need be!"\n\n"So be it," Akaros says with a snort, swinging the axe off his shoulder and to the ready.\n\n"Use me, Master," Hax's voice suddenly speaks in your mind. "With my abilities, I'll have that musclebound upstart's head off his shoulders in a flash."\n\n"Ignore my bloodthirsty brother," Guyid chimes in. "He would bring you victory, no doubt, but such a victory would have you lopping off heads like a cook preparing celery... just as he wishes. Use my help in this fight, Master, and you shall not regret the outcome."\n\n<hr>\n[[Use Hax.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Use Guyid.|QOInc5x5]]\n\n[[Use neither.|QOInc]]

At this point you're willing to trust even a hunch that might lead to safety. You actually have to turn a bit sideways to slip through the trees, and start hurrying down the barely-a-path, glancing behind you every so often.\n\nIt really does seem like the trees are coming at regular intervals and staying a relatively similar distance apart, luckily wide enough that you can walk normally. There's some stone under your feet as well as dirt, and it feels like you're making your way upward a bit, the path winding and wandering back and forth. It's quiet now... very quiet, with barely even the soft flutter of of branches on the breeze overhead to break the silence.\n\nYou start to feel like maybe there's someone watching you. You pause briefly, glancing back and forth. Could there really be someone there?\n\n<hr>\n[[Nah.|RunNinja1xEndA]]\n\n[[Maybe?|RunNinja1x1]]

"I guess it made me feel... weak," you say after a moment, sighing heavily. "Especially with how he kept on making it clear how I couldn't really resist, and just manhandled me, and kept calling me a girl. ... Um, not that I think girls are weak, honest, just-"\n\nShotiel makes a 'that's fine' gesture with his hands. "I get it, I get it, feelings aren't rational, that's why they're feelings, not rationality. Hm. Well I wouldn't be a very good angel if I only solved your demon problem and didn't help you get some confidence and strength!"\n\nWhen he just stands there beaming, you feel compelled to ask, "Um, and... you're a good angel, right?"\n\n"Cute stuff I'm the <i>best</i>!" Shotiel chirps back, spreading his wings and puffing his chest out somewhat. "So here's what we'll do! Not only am I going to defeat this demon, but I'm going to let you help me do it!"\n\n"Me?" you squeak. "Fight a demon?!"\n\n"<i>Help</i> fight a demon! But yes. I'll put a holy angel sigil on you," he continues. "It will not only protect you from his demonic influence, but will make you stronger... both physically and of spirit. You'll be like a real holy warrior!"\n\n"Wow," you whisper, then squirm a little nervously. "I mean... will that hurt?"\n\n"Oh, no no no no!" he exclaims immediately. Shotiel actually giggles as he says, "Actually it'll be the exact opposite!" Then he sinks down to his knees in front of you, currently green eyes twinkling up at you as he starts undoing your jeans.\n\n"W-what!" you squeak, eyes widening and hands raising, pausing halfway in pushing him away. Are you allowed to push an angel?! In the time it takes you to think that, he's tugged open your jeans and pulled them and your underwear down enough to free your cock and balls, your shaft having slightly thickened and hardened at the feel of someone undoing your pants and pulling them down, even if it is a guy. Angel. Male angel.\n\n"It <i>is</i> a really good way to transfer power and do spellwork, after all," Shotiel coos, seeming pleased with the sight of your dick, which makes you blush all the same. He leans in and kisses the tip of it. "Don't worry, I'll be muuuuch nicer than that mean ol' demon, I promise!" With that he leans in, briefly nuzzling at his balls before pressing his pretty lips against your sack, tongue starting to flick and stroke over it. \n\nYou shiver, biting your lower lip at the feel... his mouth is very, very warm and there's just a faint tingling sensation, something like the physical sensation of excitement playing across your sensitive skin. You swallow heavily as you look down at Shotiel continuing to lick and suck gently, almost adoringly at your balls, seeing his bright expression and those slowly but constantly changing eyes, sometimes shifting so that they aren't even the same color as each other. All that and... well, he really does look pretty girly, he's so pretty, and all that long blonde hair, and, well, soon your cock is jutting up stiff and twitching slightly as he continues to kiss and suckle at your balls. Soon though he turns his head, soft lips pressing to the base of your shaft in a little kiss, before he slides his tongue and mouth all the way around to the tip. Somewhere along the way he's pulled down your jeans and underwear, and you realize you've stepped out of them without even thinking about it. Blushing, you nevertheless pull off your shirt and drop it, just before he slides his lips over your cock and down all the way back to the root of it in a single long, steady, smooth motion. You let out a long moan as you begin spilling your load down his throat, which sucks and squeezes around you as he swallows repeatedly, his shifting eyes still turned upward toward your face.\n\nYour cock is still stiff as he slides his lips back along and off of it once you've finished cumming, and he stands up, quickly unbelting his toga-tunic and pulling it off over his head, baring his sleek body. His nipples are pinker and a bit puffier than you'd expect of a boy, and his cock is... big. Probably at least as big as the demon's was that first night. Shotiel giggles some as he steps in, pressing his cock along yours, using one hand to press them together and stroke along them, making you shiver. "It's okay, isn't it?" he coos, leaning in. At your shaky nod, he giggles again, then presses his lips to yours, tongue soft and gentle as it presses into your mouth. He tastes like... vanilla, and mountain air, and you guess a faint saltiness that's probably you. You blush all the more, but after a moment tentatively return the kiss, moaning softly into his mouth as he continues rubbing his cock against yours.\n\nGently, Shotiel pushes you back and onto the bed, urging you to lay on your back before climbing onto the bed with you and straddling your belly. His hands run slowly up and down your chest as he smiles down at you. "Just oooone more step and that angel sigil will be in place... just got to..." He reaches back, and you can feel his gentle fingertips on your cock, aiming it, pressing against something... that opens up and engulfs you as the sleek angel slides himself back. "Theeeere we go," he coos softly as you moan at the feeling of his ass sliding down on you, your hands coming up to grip his slender hips as he settles fully onto you. He shifts his hips, making you whimper softly at the feeling of your cock pressing around inside him.\n\n"This feels... like it ought to be a sin," you can't help but moan, especially as he begins lightly riding you, his balls brushing against the top of your crotch and his cock shaking above your belly.\n\n"Oh, don't be silly, an angel is involved so it couldn't possibly be a sin!" Shotiel coos down at you, leaning forward a bit and sliding his hands up your chest, gently toying with your nipples and making you squirm. "You said the demon kept calling you a girl, hmmm?" At your shaky nod, he giggles again and begins to speed up his motions, bouncing atop you faster and more firmly. "Then be a man and fuck my tight angel boypussy, Jamie! Fuck that naughty tight ass-cunt and fill it up with cum like a big strong man!"\n\nYou gasp loudly at the sheer lewdness of those wicked words spoken in that sweet, cheerful voice, but you can't deny that they have the desired effect. You tighten your grip on his hips and begin thrusting up to meet his bounces, Shotiel squealing happily as you begin really <i>fucking</i> him instead of just letting him ride you. You stop caring about his flat chest or the feeling of his balls rubbing you or his big, stiff prick slapping your belly, and just fuck him with all the lust that the demon had stoked in you before.\n\n"Yes, yes, excise all that wickedness by fucking my pussy, Jamie!" Shotiel cries, his ass clenching around you in a way that says his own dirty talk is turning him on too. "Fuck me like a naughty mortal girl, make an angel your cumdump, do it, do it!"\n\nBeing told to use an angel's holy little asshole as just another place to spill your load is too much, and you cry out as you thrust upward, actually lifting Shotiel's knees off the bed a bit as you begin pumping gushes of thick, hot seed into him. He gives a cry that's almost a song note as his hole clenches around you tightly, his own cock twitching and firing long streamers of extremely white, silky cum, long lines of it falling across your belly and chest as he works his hips atop yours, urging every drop out of you both that he can.\n\nYou slowly settle down from your orgasm, trembling a little at the aftermath of the intensity... then blink at Shotiel sliding his hands over your chest, smearing his cum all over your skin. You blush again, despite recent activities, as he leans down and drags his tongue through some of the gleaming cum smeared over your heart... and then stare as, in the wake of his tongue, a golden tattoo of a heart with winks and a halo appears.\n\n"There!" he purrs, smiling at you. "Now you'll be ready for tonight!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|QOInc6x4]]

* <b>Main:</b> The pirate-aligned Cypher can now [[ditch his comrades|BadCypher3x1]] when he realizes the Raptarran bait ship is trapped.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cat-ified Eric can elect to become [[human again right away|RunFF6x3]].

Wouldn't it be nice if the first thing Grandma woke up to was you on her porch? Sounds nice to you! Always good to get the holiday off to a magical start. Turning off the gas to the fire, you go to change and make a thermos of coffee for the road. By the time you're ready, the fire's burned down sufficiently that you're not worried about leaving it, and you toss your suitcase in the car and head out, a lonely set of headlights cutting through the otherwise deserted night. Everyone else must either be waiting until morning to do their traveling or already have done it, because you're on your own even before the highway exit that takes you out to the long and lonesome country roads necessary for the trip to Grandma's House.\n\nSoon you're winding along a (luckily well-paved) road with snowy pines stretching out on either side as far as the eye can see (which isn't all that far since, well, there are a lot of snowy pines in the way). Unfortunately you eventually realize that your phone seems to be having a problem... it just keeps cycling back and forth between two different versions of "Jingle Bells" rather than the long and varied Christmas playlist you'd built up for this drive. What the heck? Sighing, you take a moment to mentally scold both yourself for updating your phone's OS last week and the OS writers for, well, being them. You know full well from doing this drive before that the sole radio station you can get out here is a single AM station where some local conspiracy theorist rambles for hours at length about crazy stuff. You're not sure what's worse, two hours of "Jingle Bells", rambling about aliens and monsters, or driving in silence. The safest thing to do would be to pull over and mess with the phone's music player until it worked properly, but there's not really a particularly good place to do so for at least another forty-five minutes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Mess with the phone while still driving.|HollyXmas2x1]]\n\n[[Pull over.|HollyXmas1x2]]\n\n[[Listen to AM radio.|HollyXmas4x1]]\n\n[[Turn off the radio.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Tough it out.|HollyXmas]]

You raise your head, catching a glimpse of Mallory, and the image of him seems to click in your mind. Your body ripples, not changing much at all from its current feminine shape, though you can feel your muscles somehow growing denser, more powerful. You gasp through your teeth as you feel a pressure in them as several of them sharpen, brief bursts of pain turning into a slow, somehow almost pleasurable pressure of their own as a pair of horns push out from your forehead. The colors of the cavern, and even of Mallory standing in front of you, become deeper, more vibrant and saturated, Mallory practically seeming to glow red as a faint rushing sensation indicates the change in your eyes, and somehow you just know the sclera have tinted black and your eyes themselves have turned yellow.\n\nA ticklish, tight sensation starts on your palms, fingerless black leather gloves materializing on them and starting to run up your now blue-skinned arms. You shudder and moan in pleasure at the feeling of your cock growing, getting longer, thicker, dangling down your thighs as your balls grow heavier as well, your loincloth curling around to hug them, the shiny metal becoming black leather as it engulfs your newly huge prick and sack and hugs them to you as it takes the shape of panties, your bikini top similarly becoming a black leather midriff-baring top. Your toes curl as your toenails turn glistening black and somewhat sharp, even as your legs are sheathed by toe-and-heel baring black leather stockings. You lean forward, bracing your hands on the ground, clenching your fingers and scratching your shiny black nails across the stone as you jut your pert, cute ass in the air, wiggling it with the leather panties covering half of each cheek... a wiggling emphasized as a tail pushes out from just above them, the slender length flitting back and forth as the tip bulges into a spade.\n\nYou shiver as you can feel your face changing slightly, but finally you stand up, looking down at yourself, then over at Mallory, who's staring with wide eyes, his cock obviously stiff in his panties. "W-wow, Jamie, you... you look just like me! Well, I mean... not just like me, you're blue, and there's a few differences, but..."\n\n"Well. I wanted to be super cute, so I guess it made me look like the cutest thing I could think of?" you offer, rubbing the back of your head, then giggling some.\n\n"Awwww!" Mallory leaps forward and throws his arms around your neck, rubbing his cheek on yours. "Jamie, it's more like you're my brother than anything else now! Jamie... Jamie... Jaminimaxira! Aaaa, my cute little brother Jami!" he squeals, obviously ecstatic.\n\nThis is an interesting new twist... but one your new wickedly demonic heart seizes onto eagerly. "Big brother!" you coo, leaning in to kiss him deeply, your tongue lengthening and twining with his as the two of you kiss.\n\nEventually, though, Mallory steps back, his eyes sparkling. "Wait, Jami, that's it! We could take back Castle Magoria!"\n\n"What's that...?"\n\n"Remember how I said I'm from the line of Magoria? Basically it means there's an unbroken line of either born or created demons that I can trace right back to him. Magoria was one of Astaroth's generals, someone close enough to her that he had the right to inherit if he or someone from his line could prove themselves worthy, that's why I could request the Coat of Passage and everything. But a long time ago one of my ancestors was considered too weak and a demon lord kicked him out of our family castle, and we've been decreasing in power a little with every generation since, only able to make one offspring to continue the line. But if there's two of us, and one is a blue demon, then that gives us a clear claim! We can demand whoever's occupying Castle Magoria leave and give it back to us!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes!|QOInc5x2]]\n\n[[... No.|QOInc]]

You clamp down on your innate revulsion and every human instinct you have telling yourself to flee from the very concept of this thing. Because what Doctor Mejat said comes back to you: 'Panic is their greatest weapon against their prey.' If you don't want to be prey, you can't panic. Taking a shuddery breath, you resettle the Lance at your shoulder, steady your hands as much as you can, and take the shot. \n\nThe flickery, flat line of red light zips out and sails over one of the creature's shoulders without it even noticing. "Easy," Raykes says almost immediately, before you can even really react to missing. "It's fine. You've got plenty of distance and time to make your shot. Calm down, breath out as you squeeze the control." Even as he's firing repeatedly, each report of <i>g-BOLG</i> giving you the impression of a Fiend flying to pieces, he continues to speak in a calm voice. "Don't rush yourself. Aim for the smallest area you can, so even if you miss you'll hit what's surrounding it."\n\nYou take a firmer breath, nod, and focus. You shift your view to the very center of that wide, round hand, focusing all your sight on an imaginary spot there, then breath out as you press the button on the grip. A moment after the gun's report, you see the hand practically explode into dark goo... not precisely where you aimed, but close enough that it takes part of the wrist off as well. The thing starts flailing around, partially thumped on its side and trying to shove itself along with its truncated arm, its legs now almost entirely useless. You find a little bulbous pimple-like spot close to the center of its torso to aim at, focusing on it before firing again. This time your rifle's <i>g-BOLG</i> is followed by the creature almost being blown in two, the now bisected torso flailing around before it slumps and starts to melt.\n\n"Good job, keep going," Raykes urges evenly, never having stopped in taking his own shots. "Take your time. Don't worry if they start getting close to the perimeter, just take them down one at a time no matter how close or how far, that's your only job and the only thing you have to worry about."\n\n"Yes sir," you reply, actually feeling rather proud of yourself for how even your voice was. You move your rifle to the side, sighting in on a writhing mass of mismatched tentacles, pushing down your revulsion in order to sight on what you think is the solid mass at the center. \n\nThe strange report of the Lances keeps going, overlapping, until you just get used to it... it's just a thing that's happening all the time as you aim and shoot, to where you barely even associate it with your own actions. Part of your brain continues to scream as it catalogs the awful features of the things you're shooting at, but you push it off further and further into the distance as you just turn the Fiends into a series of shapes and surfaces to find small points to aim at. Eventually, you sweep your rifle back and forth, but don't spot any other movement. You blink and look up at Raykes as he rests a hand on your back and turns you, guiding you over to a spot next to the bench where there's a silver panel on the wall. He pulls it out, revealing what must be a simple toilet, then reaches up and undoes the straps of your mask and takes it off of you. "What's this f-" You start to say.\n\nAnd then your throat is full as everything comes slamming back in on you. That screaming, terrified part of your brain is suddenly right there in the forefront, and you're collapsing to your knees and hunching forward over the toilet, simultaneously emptying your guts and sobbing hysterically. Raykes gently rubs your back through the whole thing, squeezing your shoulders as your body shakes uncontrollably. Finally, after the third or fourth dry heave, he departs, and returns with a cup of water, nudging you up some and offering it. "Here. Rinse and spit, don't swallow."\n\nFeeling hollowed out and still sobbing a little, you nevertheless follow his instructions, repeatedly filling your mouth with the water and swishing it around, spitting it out, until finally it doesn't taste sour and acidic. Then you roll and slump to sit on the floor, hugging your legs and rocking a little, murmuring, "What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck," over and over again.\n\nYou're not sure how long it is, but eventually you just... get tired of freaking out. Or maybe it's the other way around, you're too tired to freak out anymore. You look up to see Raykes calmly strolling back and forth and watching the perimeter lines again. As if noticing you looking at him, he looks over and grins a little. "Got it locked down?"\n\n"... Yeah," you whisper hoarsely.\n\nHe does a quick all-around glance, then walks over and squats down in front of you, resting a hand on your shoulder. "Listen. Whatever you do, don't feel bad about needing to lose your shit a little once the danger passed, alright? The only important thing is that you didn't lose it when the danger was here. You handled yourself amazingly and anyone would be proud of you. Look, your shift's not quite up, but as your officer on duty I'm giving you permission to knock off early. Go back to the bunker, clean up, then hit the mess hall before bed. And hey, all of those and in that order, alright?" He grins and pats your shoulder. "You better do 'em all or I'll give you a demerit myself."\n\nYou smile wanly at him and nod, managing to whisper a "Thank you" as you get to your feet, retrieving your mask from the bench and fastening it in place before heading downstairs. The guide drone is waiting for you at the door, but you still need to take a few moments to have another, shorter, less intense freakout about going outside where you saw those <i>things</i> so recently. But finally, after a few deep breaths and a shoulder-squaring, you march out into the cold and back along the path, your Lance at the ready and your eyes wary even as you keep the blinking little machine in view at all times. It's definitely a relief to see the bunker looming over you, and the doors opening into that stark, once foreboding incursion area. Right now you're about as happy to see it as you would be your living room back home. You slump in through the inner doors and somewhat reluctantly put the Lance back in with the others, reclaiming a more standard rifle and heading downstairs. Luck is with you as you get the shower room to yourself, allowing you to soak in the hottest water it will provide and have another little crying jag as you come down off the rush. When you're dried off and in fresh clothes, you head to the cafeteria, where you're surprised to get a large bowl of hot, dark brown soup rather than one of the blocks of protein that's the standard. "Orders from an officer," the convict on kitchen duty says, actually giving you a bit of a grin as you stare down at the bowl of food that actually smells like it might have some form of flavoring in it.\n\nYour dreams that night are troubled, but not so much so that you bother your consistently cranky and standoffish roommate, at least as far as you can tell. Over the next few weeks you fall into a routine of eating (back to shaped protein after that night, oh well), coexisting relatively peacefully if tensely with Veronka, occasionally doing some training with Shyn, and every third or fourth night pulling guard duty. A few times it's at other guard towers, but mostly you get sent back to Tower Nine to do duty with Raykes. The two of you don't exactly talk a lot... he seems to subtly discourage it, probably so he doesn't get distracted... but you definitely come to appreciate both his skill and his kindness. There are several more times where Fiends cross the Encounter Line, but never quite as many as that first night... you don't think you're quite getting used to seeing the horrible, otherworldly things, but maybe 'inured' is a better word, since the freakouts after the first are never nearly as severe and continue to get milder.\n\nYou're about a month into your time at Thirty-Six, and have actually built up enough of what they call 'tour credits' to get access to a tablet with novels to read on it (though a lot of the literature's a little incomprehensible to you, being written from the perspective of aliens, but it's better than nothing), and are sitting in the mess hall reading some mildly tawdry romance about blob-people when an announcement comes over the PA. "Cadet LaChance, please report to Lieutenant Eskabar's office."\n\n"Shit," you murmur, wincing and closing the tablet and sliding it into one of the large pockets on your coat. You can't think of anything you've done wrong, but you've gotten enough into the mindset that getting the attention of the 'brass' isn't good. Of course it's not good to keep them waiting, either, so you hurry down to the floor below where the offices are, finding Eskabar's and pressing the control by the door to announce yourself. "In!" she barks, and you step into the cramped area. It's still probably about as big as your entire dorm room, but with the desk, some shelves and lockers, and Eskabar herself in it, it feels more like a closet. The bovine-like woman is wearing a black tanktop at the moment, apparently unbothered by the mild cold that constantly pervades the base, her lower half hidden behind the desk. \n\n"Take a seat, LaChance," she says, waiting for you to wedge yourself into the single metal chair in front of her desk before she settles back in her own chair. "I've been pleasantly surprised by you, y'know," she says after eyeing you for a few moments, making you start a little. "First there was the combination of smarts and balls you showed on the first day. Then I hear that you somehow talked Jehemis into giving you shooting lessons without so much as a kiss on her cuntlips. And then you go and, on your very first guard duty, manage to participate in putting down a full-blown Fiend encounter without any of 'em ever even touching the perimeter."\n\n"Ah... that was mostly Ensign Raykes, ma'am," you feel the need to interject.\n\nShe leans forward and stabs her desktop with one big finger. "Not getting an overblown ego's one thing, LaChance, but at a certain point 'humility' is just another word for 'bullshit'. Raykes says you did a phenomenal job for a vet, let alone a first-timer, and I trust him to assess you way more than I trust you about anything. You know he's so good we've got him living out there in that tower?" Your shock and worry must show on your face, because she lets out a bark of laughter. "There's an apartment under the ground floor, LaChance, we don't make him sleep on the fuckin' bench. He's got a full range of heaters, a food prep unit, entertainment holos, and an actual fucking bed, the fucker's probably living in more luxury than the Commander is. But that's what you get if you're good enough to be stationed on-call at a watchtower. And he's requested you be offered the chance to be stationed there with him."\n\nYou blink again. "Me? Like, all the time?"\n\n"Yup. You'd get to share that ritzy goddamn apartment with him. It's not a bad deal, LaChance... you still qualify for FEAR in another two months, no matter how sweet-smelling your sheets are. And dubyatee duty is both the safest and th' most dangerous duty we got, in its own ways, so you get a daily bonus for the time you're stationed there but your life expectancy goes up all the way to the end of the year. That's every goddamn day getting more money into the account waiting for you when you get out. Raykes'll probably be ready to retire to some little private island on a core world once he decides he's done here. So it's nothing to sneeze at, if you want to take the trade-off."\n\nYou start to ask what the trade-off is, then it sinks in. 'Share that ritzy goddamn apartment with him'. It's not like you're not having to share right now (and with someone a lot less genial than Raykes), but you're basically being asked to move in with him. And you can't help but wonder if there are some attached expectations there.\n\n"Otherwise, I need some grunts to come with me on a mission," Eskabar continues after a moment. "One of the bunkers on the edge between Thirty-Six and Thirty-Five's gone dark... figuratively and literally. Someone probably got sloppy and let some Fiends get in, most likely everyone's dead and the place is a loss, but it's still our job to go and see if that's so. I'd rather not take a bunch of orangecoats that are pretty much guaranteed to get shredded, but this mission doesn't rate a FEAR-only strikeforce, so I'll settle for taking some that are slightly more likely to come out alive. There's a bonus attached... ain't no 'private island' bonus, not even really a 'nice condo' bonus, but it's still plenty decent."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept watchtower duty.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Accept the bunker mission.|GGSR6x10]]

You may or may not have done a little "research" on this subject in some of the stores. After all, your mother did say that having an impression of taking off particular bits of clothing could help with giving that suggestion to others. But the first thing to start with is just the thought that maybe you'd want to try putting them on... a thought which you put in the Ben-doll and "toss" towards him.\n\nYou can even see the moment it hits, because he blinks, and his pale ears color just a little. He pretty quickly brushes the thought away... but not instantly. There's a few moments of hesitation before he tries to do the mental equivalent of laughing it off, which is really all you need. The fact that he entertained it for even a moment because of his wandering mind gives you a foothold, so you send the suggestion again, just a bit more strongly. It lasts a little longer this time, and he actually winds up pondering the idea of trying on panties of his own accord for several moments, squirming a little in his seat as his cock stirs a bit. (That's not quite visible, you just have a sense of it since you're monitoring his mind.)\n\nFrom there, the next suggestion isn't a hard one... having him actually imagine himself standing in front of a mirror in nothing but panties. Which, again, you might have a bit of a basis for. You form the concept of the mental image and toss it into his head... and get to enjoy as his own mind fills it in, his sleek, actually already somewhat feminine body bare, pale, on display except for a pair of black lace panties with a rose pattern. Oh, it's cute~. And has him fidgeting in his seat and hunching forward, obviously embarrassed by the course his thoughts have taken in the middle of class, confusion mingling with arousal inside his head as he tries desperately to figure out where these thoughts are coming from without ever actually considering they're <i>not</i> his.\n\nLooks like things are going well! The next step is to...\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep reinforcing the idea of wearing panties.|QOFam]]\n\n[[Turn it into a torrid sexual fantasy.|QOFam]]

Swallowing hard and forcing yourself not to lick your lips, fearing it would only excite your sudden oral fixation, you manage, "I... I need some help."\n\n"Of course, that's what I'm here for. Though you'll have to be a little specific. I can only assume it relates to your situation, but what precisely did you need help with?" he asks, tilting his head a little.\n\n"Th-that's the thing, my... my situation's kind of weird." You wince a little before continuing. "S-see, the thing is, I wasn't like this yesterday. Or even a few hours ago. It just... suddenly happened." You can see a dubious, mildly annoyed look growing on his face, but press on. "I know, I know, it's crazy, but me and my friends went on this 'haunted house' thing and it was just a laugh but then we went down to the basement where there was this altar and all these writings and all of a sudden I don't know what came over us but-"\n\n"Wait." He holds up his hand, scowling now. But when he speaks, his voice isn't angry, but concerned. "Was it the old Levey house? The one that's in that movie?"\n\n"Y-yeah," you stammer, nodding quickly. "That's the one, I found this listing on Devilist about-"\n\n"That old madman," the priest grumbles, before sighing and reaching a hand out to rest on your shoulder. "This isn't your fault, child, you were drawn into a situation and preyed upon by forces of evil. And no, I am not being metaphorical," he adds with a wry tone. "The man who drew you in was a demon worshiper. No doubt he was hoping for young people like yourself, whose defenses are lower, to enter that house so the demonic spirits within would have an easier time influencing them."\n\n"You're... you're saying this is...?" You stare down at your swollen belly.\n\n"Yes. Literal demonspawn, I'm afraid. Come." He reaches to take your hand, leading you forward. "We will do what we can." \n\nHe leads you through a doorway on the back wall, then carefully helps you up several flights of stairs in the tower towards the back of the church. You're huffing by the time you arrive in a small, square room dominated by golden and silver-colored stained glass forming designs and symbols more than the murals you might otherwise have expected, and a single large cross against one wall. The priest leads you over to stand in front of it, then helps you settle to your knees before going to his own beside you.\n\n"This is a very special place, established because of Deviville's... unique needs," he explains. "Luckily it is almost sunrise, and if we pray during that time, it is quite possible that the Lord will send help."\n\n"Quite possible?" you ask tensely.\n\n"Let me put it this way. It's happened before," he says, giving you a quick grin. "And not in a 'oh it's just coincidence' way. Trust me, my child."\n\nYou nod slowly, then clasp your hands and lower your head. You've never been a big believer, but then you wouldn't have expected this to happen to you either. So you're going to have to make a sincere go of it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pray for someone to help.|GGHH14x5]]\n\n[[Pray for vengeance on those who did this to you.|GGHH]]

Though you'd love to fuck Mallory in every way the two of you can think of, it doesn't seem like this is the place, and after all the two of you have a mission now. You slide your cock slowly out of Mallory's ass, giving him time to absorb your cum so it won't make a mess, your brother standing and tugging his panties back into place.\n\n"Okay, it's settled," he says, turning back to you with a smile.\n\n"Yeah! The quest to reclaim our pride as the line of Magoria starts here!" you declare, clenching a fist and posing with a hand on your hip. Hm, becoming a demon seems to have given you a flair for the dramatic.\n\nBut as if responding to your words, the blade of the sword still held by the statue glows red with intricate lines of runes, and the cover of the book does the same with purple ones. You and Mallory take an identical half-step back in shock as both items float up and drift over to you.\n\n"I am the Cheating Blade, Hax," booms a deep male voice, a little blank space passing through the lines of runes on the sword.\n\n"And I am the Know-All Tome, Guyid," whispers a female voice, the same effect flickering over the rune lines on the book.\n\n"We answer the call of those designated worthy by our creator," both say in perfect sync. "And pledge our power to the blue demon who is willing to take up Astaroth's legacy."\n\n"W-what?!" Mallory squeaks, pointing at you, even as you point at yourself. "Big brother's really meant to inherit Astaroth's legacy?!"\n\n"..." Both items just float there for a moment, before Guyid speaks up. "Well it's not like it's hard."\n\n"Eh?" both you and Mallory say in unison.\n\n"Her legacy was 'I'll do what I want'," Hax's deep voice booms. "And so if one who has inherited our creator's blue demon energy has a strong desire, we'll help them to do whatever they want. It's pretty much that simple."\n\n"Feel free to rely on us, Master," Guyid adds. "Though we are likely to betray or dominate any other who attempts to use us, you are possessed of the essence of she who made us, and thus the essence that animates and powers us. To betray you would be to betray ourselves, so you may always count on our loyalty."\n\n"Oh. Um, thanks then. Thank you," you add, as Hax floats over and settles against your back, while Guyid floats in front of you until you take her in both hands. \n\n"Aaaaa, Jami, this is great! Though a lot of information about Astaroth was lost, everyone knows her magic items were the best, and these are apparently her best ones!" Mallory squeals. "With this we can go right at that stupid squatter in our castle!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Good plan!|QOInc5x4]]\n\n[[Something less direct would be better.|QOInc]]

Maybe it's that your perception of yourself as a member of Mallory's line of descent is taking solid hold on you, or something about your new nature is just enthralled by the idea of power and position, or maybe it's that after all these years of living a quiet, blisteringly mundane life, you've finally broken as far away from that as possible. Whatever it is, you feel an enthusiasm you can't hold back and nod excitedly. "Let's do it, Mallory! Let's take back the castle and become rulers!"\n\n"Ahhh! Yes, yes!" Mallory squeals happily, his tail lashing.\n\n"On one condition, though," you suddenly add, holding up a single finger. \n\n"Eh?" Mallory stops hopping, but holds his happy pose, though his expression has become confused. "What condition is that?"\n\n"Well, since I'm the important blue demon and all," you chirp, grinning wickedly as you step up to him, running your hands slowly up and down his sides... then suddenly spinning him around, a hand moving to his shoulder to bend him forward, your other yanking his panties down and letting his cock spring free, baring his cute red ass. "<i>I'm</i> the big brother!"\n\n"A-ah?!" Mallory squeaks in shock at your sudden dominance, giving a visible shiver as you free your long, thick blue prick and rub it against his ass. Then he lets out a moan as you start slowly pushing it into him, his crimson pucker spreading wide around your thick azure cock. "Aaaaa! B-big... big brother... your cock's soooo much longer and fatter now!" he groans as you just keep sinking more of it into him.\n\n"Just as long and fat as yours, little brother," you purr back, grabbing hold of his hips and thrusting the rest of the way into him, then starting to fuck him as hard and fast as he ever fucked you.\n\n"Ah! Ah! Ah! Big brother! Jami! Ah!" As if answering the parallel, Mallory starts squealing like as much of an eager little whore as you ever did, his cock bouncing against his belly as your smooth blue balls slap into his red ones. "Yes, yes big brother, fuck my slutty pussy, fuck your little brother's slutty bitch pussy!"\n\n"I love hearing my little brother's naughty mouth run!" you answer with a giggle, before moaning yourself as you brace your feet and start putting your legs into thrusting, your pert, still panty-clad butt raising up as you shift your angle. "Mmm, soon I'm gonna fuck you in our royal bedchambers!"\n\n"Yes! Yes yes yes! Power and wealth and your cock! That's what I want!" Mallory yowls happily as his asshole clenches around you, his load spurting and spilling all over the floor as your own first demonic orgasm rushes through you, enough to bloat your little brother's belly out and have it bulging and jiggling beneath him.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|QOInc5x3]]

"I think I wanna take a look around," you answer after a moment's thought, then add with a grin, "But without worrying about someone getting all handsy the first time we find a shadowy corner."\n\nJack claps a hand to his chest and mock-staggers as if wounded, widening his eyes in exaggerated innocence. "I would never...!" Then he simply grins and gives Kev a thump on the shoulder. "C'mon, man, we'll let the girls explore on their own. Let's you and me go take a look around too."\n\nEager to photograph more of the house, and presumably hoping to catch some ghost-flickers on disk, Kev trails off after Jack like an eager puppy... or maybe it's the fact that Jack is still holding a pair of beers that has him doing that. Leslie snickers a little, shaking her head. "Good call, Cy. So now that we've ditched the guys, what's our move...?"\n\nGlad to see that she's apparently forgotten her earlier nervousness, you make a thoughtful noise. "Well, let's see, we saw the movie so we know most of the different rooms, I guess. We could go upstairs and look at the 'haunted' [[bedroom|GGHH1x3]]," you muse, starting to tick options off on your fingers. "Or we could go look at the [[pond|GGHH4x1]] out back, the one where they had the fish monster. Or the [[basement|GGHH2x1]], they had like demon-worshiper stuff down there. There's the [[kitchen|GGHH5x1]], doubt we'll see anything of a cannibal cook or evil rats, though. Or if we're feeling really super-brave, there's always the [[woods|GGHH11x1]] out back, see if we could spot a werewolf."\n\n"Oh man, the dark woods in the middle of the night, you don't even need a haunted house for that to be spooky," Leslie answers, grinning broadly. Then she shrugs. "Still, it all sounds good to me, Cy. Whatta you wanna look at?"

Oh, what the hell. If you're going to get fancy, frilly lingerie, it might as well be the most stereotypical fancy, frilly lingerie possible. Besides, you've got a few female friends that would probably get a huge kick out of it if you modeled them at the next sleepover or something. Grinning, you pick up the pink bra and panties. "I'll take these, I think."\n\n"Ooo, trying out a completely different style? I think you're really going to like it," Lina answers with a twinkle in her eye. "Go on into the changing room and put them on, I'm sure you'll love them right away."\n\nFollowing her instructions, you head into the changing room and pull the door closed before stripping down. You eye the panties a little as you hold them up... man, the back really is pretty much a string, isn't it? Oh well. You step into them and pull them up, the waistband riding high on your hips as the string back snugs up between your buttocks, the pink frills lining the underside of the sides of the waistband draping over the tops of your hips, the front diving down some, the lacy, translucent material hugging against your mound. You pause a moment to check yourself out in the mirror with just them on... wow, they make your butt and hips look really round and full! You're actually impressed by just how much of a change it is... admittedly you'd noticed lately that they were filling out a little, but somehow these little pink panties took you from 'filling out' to 'total sexbomb' below the waist!\n\nYou pick the bra up, and do a bit of a double-take. The cups... are way too big! But somehow you're not entirely sure of yourself, so you go ahead and put it on, wiggling it into place. As you expected, they practically dangle off of you like a kid trying on her well-endowed mother's bra for dressup. (Whew, flashback smoke, don't breathe this.) "Ummmmm..." You call out the front... which in itself seems a little weird for you, but you can't quite pin down how, so you don't really bother thinking about it. "The bra doesn't... like... fit?"\n\n"Oh? Is it too tight in the chest band, or too loose?"\n\n"Ummmmmmm... neither, it's mostly... the cups?" you call back.\n\n"Oh, nevermind that. Just wear it for a little while and it will fit," Lina replies.\n\nThat really doesn't seem right to you... but she says it so authoritatively that somehow you just assume she knows something you don't know. Smiling happily at knowing it will all work out, you pull your shirt back on, then step into your jeans and haul them up... only to be stopped as the waistband bumps against the bottom of your butt, making it jiggle. You blink, repeating the motion a few times, watching your ass wobble in reaction in the mirror and giggling a little at the image. "Okay, wow, I don't know how, but my jeans shrunk or something while I was in here!"\n\n"Things like that happen sometimes," Lina answers in a breezy tone, the door opening enough for her to poke her hand in, holding a black pleated skirt. "Here, just leave them there, you can wear this out."\n\n"Oh wow! Thanks a ton!" you chirp, accepting the skirt and dropping the jeans without a second thought to step into it instead. You swish your hips back and forth a little, grinning at how it just allllmost flips up enough to show stuff. Gosh, skirts are way sexier! Why don't you wear these all the time?! You pull your boots on, pouting about how they don't really go with your cute new underwear... you really should do some shopping for whole different kinds of clothes, really! You bounce to your feet and flounce out of the room, pausing to throw your arms around Lina and give her a squeeze. "Gosh! Thanks sooooo much, these feel amazing!"\n\n"Enjoy the new you, dear," Lina coos in your ear, slipping her hands under your skirt to give your ass a squeeze. You squeak, then giggle at her being so silly before you practically skip out the door. As you make your way down the sidewalk, you start putting an extra little sway in your hips to make the skirt swish around more, since you're enjoying the change so much. Yeah, you deeeefinitely need to go shopping for clothes, you think as you enjoy the breeze around your legs and brushing over your pink pantied pussy. Not just for skirts, but for shirts too! This t-shirt is actually really tight now that you think about it, it's stretched out over your chest and riding up your middle! But you can totally go shopping, well, sometime soon, but first you absolutely need to show off your pretty new underwear to somebody!\n\n<hr>\n[[A girl friend!|GGLing]]\n\n[[A guy friend!|GGLing]]\n\n[[Daddy!|GGLing]]\n\n[[Literally anybody will do!|GGLing]]

Since the whole point of the Misogybots is that they're perfectly happy to be treated like the sex objects they now are, you didn't bother to have them positioned in places in the hab proper. Instead you designed this large room with 'sustaining tubes' lining the walls... semicircular impressions in the wall that glow when inhabited, providing all the cellular sustenance and toxin purging necessary to eliminate the need to eat or sleep. This allows the Misogybots, despite their still almost entirely organic nature, to stand there and wait unmoving on your whim, reinforcing to them that they're nothing but sex toys and have no purpose or reason for being outside of that. Thus other than the tubes lining the walls, there are several simple raised, padded squares running the length of the room to use as places to fuck.\n\n<<if $mbtifa is true>>[[Misogybot Tifa|Capture-MBS-Tifa]] occupies Tube One. Her outfit has been removed and replaced with a decorative one made of latex. The top has been essentially vacuum-sealed on, leaving her huge tits fully and separately displayed along with her fat nipples. Red strips of latex go over her shoulders and down to connect to the snug bondage-style belt around her middle. A strip of black latex that rides the very top and hips is all that there is to suggest her skirt, leaving her smooth pussy and tight pucker constantly exposed, as well as most of her buttocks. Her legs are sheathed in white latex thigh-highs that leave her heels and toes bare, and her arms are likewise sheathed in fingerless black latex gloves.<<endif>><<if $mbyuffie is true>><br><br>[[Misogybot Yuffie|Capture-MBS-Yuffie]] occupies Tube Two. Her outfit has been removed and replaced with a few simple pieces of latex. In place of her old sleeveless, midriff-baring green sweater top is a similarly-shaped one made of green latex, high-collared and backless. Unlike Tifa's top, this one actually flattens and suppresses what tits she has, completely smoothing out her nipples and reinforcing just how much she's lacking in that department. Other than a pair of pale yellow latex thigh-highs, baring her toes and heels, she's otherwise completely unclad, baring her bald pussy and pert ass to everyone.<<endif>> <<if $mbtifa is true and $mbyuffie is true>>(You could also always have some fun [[with both her and Tifa|Capture-MBS-TifaYuffie]] for contrast!)<<endif>>\n\n<hr>\n[[Lower Level.|Capture-HabLL]]

You're starting your spring break essentially as early as possible, by sleeping over at your friend Kevin's. Kevin's house has a lot to recommend it... it's not huge, but it's got a pool, several backyard amusements, a semi-furnished shed that works as a clubhouse, a pair of large, fuzzy, friendly dogs, and the whole thing is backed by a large wooded area. A lesser person might be accused of wanting to be friends with Kevin just because his house is like crack for an active young person.\n\nYou really do like Kevin, though, even though you seem like such opposites. You're quiet and avoid attention, he's extroverted, you have largely average looks, he's already getting compliments for how handsome he is (blonde hair, grey eyes, nice chin even), you excel academically and he excels socially.\n\nCurrently the two of you are sitting in his room at the foot of his bed, dressed in sleeping attire (sweatpants and a t-shirt for you, athletic pants and tanktop for him). The latest Street Fighter game is just starting to wear a bit thin, and you make no complaints when Kevin sets his controller aside at the end of the current match. "Let's do something else," he suggests airily, flumping back against the footboard of the bed.\n\n"Like what?" you ask, ever ready to not take the initiative.\n\n"Well, I guess we could talk about [[what we're going to do tomorrow|QOKevActivities]]," he muses. "Don't wanna wind up just sitting around doing nothing 'cause we didn't get an idea ready. Or, hey..." He grins wickedly. "We could [[watch this porno I got|QOKevPornStart]]."\n\nYour jaw drops a little. Sure, porn flows fairly freely on the internet these days, though you've always been a bit leery of your parents deciding to secretly monitor your browsing to make much use of it. Still, there's somehow something awe-inspiring about the fact that Kevin's gotten his hands on the physical article. "Where'd you get actual porn?"\n\n"Bribed my brother. He sent it to me in an anime case so my parents just rolled their eyes and passed it along. It's like a six disk compilation of a whole bunch of stuff. I haven't watched any yet, though." He glances at the door, then grins again as he looks back at you. "Or, hey... if you wanna see the real thing instead, we could always go [[take a peek at Tanya|QOKevPlaceholder]]."\n\nThat makes you swallow heavily. "Your sister?" Kevin's sister Tanya is eighteen, a year younger than the eldest brother of the family. She's tall, with long golden hair, great legs, a really nice set of boobs and a great butt. If you hadn't been eased into seeing her so often over the years, you'd probably get tongue-tied every time you came over and saw her. As it is, you still tend to blush.\n\n"Yeah, a lot of times by now she's prancing around her bedroom naked, I accidentally noticed when I was walking by one night. She always leaves the door just a little open so it's super easy. You could actually see tits that aren't on a screen!"

<b>February 4, 2019</b>\n* The teen options have been renamed to their character names, to bring them into line with the rest of the player characters.\n* Dan can now go sell one of Mr. Black's "[[special creations|YPBB1x2]]". He can also help out with the invention of new stuff.\n<b>February 5, 2019</b>\n* Fairified Eric can plead with her "[[rescuer|MiniEric6x2]]" not to do what he's doing.\n<b>February 6, 2019</b>\n* Cypher can now [[use the genetic sequencer|BadCypher10x6]] after escaping with Striped Trouble. Much earlier on, he can also have Delvan [[unlock the ship|BadCypher3x2]].\n<b>February 8, 2019</b>\n* The default character in the [[Ranma sim|RanXStart]] is now available.\n<b>February 10, 2019</b>\n* Bad Cypher can now elect to spring the [[nameless inmate|BadCypher5x5]] from the slam.\n<b>February 11, 2019</b>\n* Eric can go to the part of the Palladium bridge party that [[Kelly invited him to|Palladium1x1]]\n<b>February 12, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now [[avoid blaming anyone|GGSR3x3]] when she pleads not guilty at the Space Rangers military tribunal.\n<b>February 15, 2019</b>\n* Monk-in-training Cyan can now [[ditch Jakson|GGMonk1x1]] to approach the adventuring party.\n<b>February 16, 2019</b>\n* Valerie the Witch Princess can now [[refuse to see Thule's sons|ValLib2x1]].\n<b>February 18, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now take the [[rehab assistant|GGSR5x2]] job on Orison.\n<b>February 19, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now choose [[Dominating Presence|GGSTief1x1]] from Riara's options for her cheat power.\n<b>February 20, 2019</b>\n* Some more of Cyan and Makan.\n* Sam can now poke around in her aunt's [[closet|Camping11x1]].\n* Amanda can now decide to try for [[plane tickets|SKCheerStart]] to the cheerleader training camp.\n<b>February 21, 2019</b>\n* Austin can now tell Bunny [[he'll work with her|Austin5x3]] to help Wonderland recover.\n<b>February 23, 2019</b>\n* Gyaru-fied Austin can now tell Shirou he wants to be [[a complete bitch for cocks|Austin4x7]].\n<b>February 28, 2019</b>\n* Sorry for the light updates this week due to travel.\n* Eric-Ranma can now aim for [[the street nearby|FRanX1x1]] after getting Akane-launched.\n<b>March 1, 2019</b>\n* More of the Ranma stuff from yesterday.\n<b>March 2, 2019</b>\n* Bit more Ranma.

"Well, y'know. I was sort of... curious," you answer, grinning sheepishly at her. "I've been thinking maybe I'd sort of like to... test things out, or something. I didn't think you'd, y'know... mind?"\n\nHer face darkens, but this time it's with obvious anger instead of mingled embarrassment and confusion. "Right. So you picked 'Lesbian Les' to make a move on. Because I so obviously like girls."\n\n"Aw, c'mon, Leslie, I didn't really mean it like... well, I guess I didn't-"\n\n"Even putting aside the fact that if I <i>did</i> like girls, that I should just be overjoyed to be part of your little <i>testing yourself</i>? Oh, you want me to show you my pussy, see if it makes you drool or gag?" Practically shaking with fury, she grabs up the camp lantern and storms out the door, giving a parting snap of, "Don't fucking talk to me again."\n\nYou stare after her miserably, then settle into a chair and rub at your face with both hands. Well. That went just fantastic. "Stupid," you mutter aloud, thunking your forehead with your palm.\n\n"Oh, I don't think it was stupid at all!"\n\nYou blink at the unfamiliar voice and look up. At first, seeing no one in the room, you look towards the open doorway... but there's no one in the hall either. Then you notice the reflection in the mirror... or rather, the image. You'd just sort of written it off as your own reflection out of the corner of your eye, but when you actually look at the vanity and its mirror, the shock almost makes you fall off your chair. That's definitely not you, unless you've suddenly grown horns, turned pinkish-purple, and gotten green-gold eyes with black sclera. The weird thing is that the image in the mirror otherwise <i>does</i> look a lot like you, even down to wearing the same shirt.\n\n"Trying new things and sexy funtimes are where it's all at! Constant change and fucking, those are the two things everyone should live by!" the demonic image of you chirps, before sighing dramatically and shrugging. "Just a shame some people let all that stuff like 'pride' and 'decency' get in the way. Now you, on the other hand..." She grins and cups her chin. "You have potential. Wanna have some fun...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Scream and flee.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hear her out.|GGHH1x6]]

Deciding that carrying bags of feed around or whatever is preferable to wearing furs and eating berries, you take the fork leading towards the more cultivated landscapes. There's some unmowed areas but not that many, all of it seems pretty tamed, if wide open and a little lonely.\n\nYou head towards a likely-looking place, then blink as the road splits again. Apparently this path is mostly meant for workers because the wide dirt paths are only labeled with letters and numbers on the wooden gates above them. You're going to have to guess at what they mean if you want to find someone to ask if there's any work available.\n\n<hr>\n[[Path 4F.|RunFarm4F1x1]]\n\n[[Path 4M.|RunFarm4M1x1]]\n\n[[Path 2F.|RunFarm2F1x1]]\n\n[[Path 2M.|RunFarm2M1x1]]\n\n[[Path MH.|RunFarmMH1x1]]

The turkey-man has to move the seat most of the way back before he can even wedge himself into the driver's seat of your car, fluffing his feathers out a bit as he moves the steering wheel up to accommodate his gut. The pig has an easier time of it, mostly just having to plop his fat, naked pink ass on the seat, though he gives up after the first few tries with the seatbelt. They turkey-man starts the car and backs it out, then peels out down the street, smashing Mrs. Devonshire's garden gnome along the way.\n\n"We'll return to our creator, first thing," the turkey-man clucks. "I'm sure she'll be quite eager to properly join the ranks of the oppressed."\n\n"Do you think we should let her pick, like the other?" the pig-man snorts back, shifting in his seat as the thoughts of fucking the teenager that had cursed the meat they once were causes his fat pink cock to start rising again. \n\n"You want her to be a pig, don't you?" the turkey-man replies, then lets out a gobbling laugh. "Well, that's fine. I think she'd look good all pink and plump. But in return, the rest have to be turkeys, alright?"\n\n"Alright." The pig squirms, barely able to contain his excitement. He glances down, then smirks before lifting the can that you've been packed tightly into. As he lowers it onto the tip of his cock, you squelch down the rest of his length, eagerly starting to ooze down his shaft and squeeze at it and his balls as he uses you like a discount pocket pussy.\n\nYou do hope eventually they'll let you make more like you. The world could use more brainless fucktoy googirls... and you can never have too much cranberry sauce!\n\n<b>Holly's Thanksgiving End</b> - <i>Saucy</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[But what if I had picked another Thanksgiving food?!|HollyNov1x4]]\n\n[[But what if I hadn't bought the ham and turkey?!|HollyNov1x2]]\n\n[[But what if it wasn't November?!|HollyStart]]

Maya's mouth is open and tongue lolled out, her glazed-over eyes practically pleading for more cock. So you give it to her, moving back in front of her and easing in, heedless of the panting, fire-puffing dog not far from your face as you push your cock past your friend's lips and over her tongue.\n\nAs if to justify your thoat, Maya immediately wraps her lips around you and begins sucking eagerly, her moans trembling through your sensitive flesh as you push past the tight entrance of her throat. You lean forward and begin thrusting, panting and gasping and not caring that you're actually brushing against the hellhound now, both of you too absorbed in spitroasting the pale goth beneath you than any demon-human antagonism. \n\nYour thoughts become more and more clouded by pleasure the more you pump into Maya's mouth, meaning you don't even notice the heat rising in your body nor the strange twitching and pressure on your muscles. Your tongue lolls out, growing longer, wider, and flatter as it jiggles past your lips, even as your face begins to push steadily out into a muzzle and horns sprout from the sides of your head. Your ears begin to taper to points, your teeth doing much the same as they take on a dark metallic sheen. Your fingers shorten as your nails twist and tighten, becoming similarly hard, gleaming claws jutting from paws that are soon covered in the sleek black fur sprouting from your body.\n\nYour cock gets longer and thicker with your every thrust between Maya's lips, shoving deeper down her bulging throat as the head of it tapers down and narrows to a point. The veins along your length bulge and darken even as the skin of your prick turns wet and gleaming, gradually becoming a bright red, spittle and natural wetness dripping down Maya's chin as you fuck her face. Your newly black-furred balls swing forward to slap against her chin as your body continues to change shape, little gusts of flame now slipping past your slim black lips as you pant harder and harder, the base of your cock starting to swell up as you near the end of your transformation.\n\n<hr>\n[[Knot Maya's mouth.|QOBook12x2]]\n\n[[Don't knot her.|QOBook]]

Almost at the same moment, you thrust forward and complete your change, throwing back your head and giving an exultant howl as you force your knot past the human's lips, her jaw forced wide as her mouth is completely filled with the huge, still swelling flesh, your long canine prick buried down her stretched, bulging throat. The other hellhound joins his howl to yours as he shoves forward into the human bitch, shoving his knot into its pussy and starting to pour his load into her.\n\nWith your load pumping into its stomach and the other hound's load gushing into its womb, the humaan's belly begin swelling rather rapidly, stretching and bulging out below her. You can feel it quivering and moaning around your prick in orgasm, its human hands gripping at your haunches as both of you just keep emptying your balls into it. Gradually though the gripping of its hands turns more desperate, almost clawing at your fur as it bucks and twists. You're fairly sure it's still cumming even as it rapidly runs out of air due to your cock blocking its throat and mouth, its nose desperately rubbing against the base of your sheath as it struggles to get in a breath. \n\nFinally the human bitch goes completely limp, its limbs dropping and hanging heavily, its body only supported by you and your packmates knots still lodged inside its holes. At least it died orgasming, a fitting end for any pathetic human animal, you think. You pant and, for the moment, enjoy some camaraderie with the other hellhound, lapping at its neck and shoulders as it does the same to you while you both continue to use the human's empty shell as a cumdump.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to un-knot first.|QOBook12x3]]\n\n[[Just relax and enjoy yourself.|QOBook]]

Of course, after several minutes, you realize you have a good opportunity here. You gradually focus on calming yourself until you can feel your knot deflate a bit, and then pull back. Your knot pops out of the human's limp mouth, its upper half flopping lifelessly to the floor, its rolled, empty eyes looking at nothing as it thuds to the ground. Your cock is still spurting a bit as you trot around behind the other hellhound, with him now struggling to unknot as well. He's just barely succeeded in pulling out, the human's body flopping completely to the floor, gushing cum from both ends, when you mount up.\n\nThe other hellhound yelps a bit as you thrust into his ass, burying your cum-slick, black-veined length in his hot, thick-puckered ass. He pants out gusts of flame as you begin to fuck him, establishing who is the bitch and who is the stud, his own cock gushing out a thick spurt of cum below him every time you thrust into his ass. Just to make it extra clear, you lean forward and clamp your jaws on the back of his neck, giving a pleased growl as he does indeed whimper like a bitch, his ass clenching eagerly around your prick.\n\nFinally you throw back your head and howl out as you knot your new he-bitch, slamming yourself deep inside his ass and locking inside him, your subordinate giving out his own howl of submission as he cums harder than ever. You growl and wiggle your hips, shifting your knot and spurting prick inside him as the two of you cum, every spurt of both your cock and his sealing that you are the leader of the pack.\n\nOnce your knot has shrunk enough, you turn and twist, briefly going properly ass-to-ass with your he-bitch before pulling out, his thick black pucker stretching around the red of your knot before your prick slips out of him, swaying beneath you in a spray of cum before it starts to pull back into your sheath. Once both of you have resheathed, you turn back to face him, giving a soft wuff. "Come. Let's find what there is to be had of this place."\n\n"Yes, Alpha," Beta replies with a little bow of his head, falling into step beside and slightly behind you, cum still dribbling out of his ass and down his furry balls.\n\nYou pause in the hallway, sniffing repeatedly, Beta joining in. "There is at least one more female human here regularly. That one's mother, from the smell."\n\n"Hm, a proven breeder."\n\n"For me," you note in a smug tone, Beta quickly bowing his horned head in contrite acknowledgement. You sniff again. "And a human male. There's an older, rarer scent... another human female, but this one has other scents too. Our plane, others, strong magic."\n\nBeta meanders off to the side, snuffling along the wall, then giving a canine grunt. "Here, Alpha. The scent is strongest here."\n\nYou trot over and give your own few sniffs, then give a chuff of acknowledgement. Yes, there is more of the occasional visitor's scent here... and also a great deal of magic. A good chance for more power... though with its own dangers.\n\n<hr>\n[[Break down the door.|QOBook12x4]]\n\n[[Be cautious.|QOBook13x1]]\n\n[[Move on.|QOBook]]

Pfah, no puny human mage could stand up to you, a big strong hellhound who just fucked a human bitch to death and dominated an older and stronger hellhound! You're practically invincible on this plane! You back up and then charge forward, Beta leaping along with you and both of you slamming your shoulders against the door, wood cracking and the door flying inward to reveal the room within.\n\nUnfortunately you don't really get any time to look around, since the moment you and Beta step into the room you're surrounded by crackling energy that lances through your bodies, making you both howl and writhe in agony. You crumple to the floor, twitching and drooling as the magic continues to crackle around you, tormenting you for you don't know how long until finally everything dissolves into white.\n\nYou wake up with a low groan, your body aching and feeling oddly heavy as you shift in place, sitting up a bit and propping yourself on your hands. Your chest feels heavy and awkward, and your mouth is strange, like your gums or... your teeth?... are swollen. You blink a few times, your eyes quickly focusing on the black-clad figure standing in front of you. It takes a moment before you realize it's your sister, your words a little raspy as you say, "Baal, what happened?"\n\n"You summoned up something from that book that you shouldn't have," Baal says grimly, resting her hands on her hips as she eyes you up and down. "Frankly I only left it for you because I didn't think you had enough energy on your own to summon anything particularly threatening. I guess your squirrely little friend Jamie must have had more mana than I gave him credit for."\n\n"Jamie?" You blink a few times, then leap to your feet. "Jamie, where-?!" You cut yourself off at the very strange shift of weight on your chest and the way your body moves. You look down at yourself, and wind up staring. You're taller, for one thing... having gained almost a foot in height. Your body is also much more muscular, more like a professional athlete's than the rather uninspiring if slender build you had before. Your arms, legs, and sides are covered in black fur... but not the four large breasts on your chest, the top pair easily two cup sizes larger than they were before. You lift your hands to the slightly smaller lower pair, noticing that your hands are larger now, tipped with gleaming claws. The motion makes something shift below, and you try to look past your quad-tits... to see a pair of heavy black balls hanging down below a thick furry sheath, the black fur of your legs angling up in front of your crotch to a peak above the sheath. "WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!"\n\n"Your friend gave into his lust and turned into a hellhound too... and fucked you to death," Baal says blandly, making you start and stare at her, your jaw dropping. "His human mind and emotions got overwritten, there was nothing I could do for him. Luckily he apparently wasn't too bright as a dog and the two of them busted into my room and got trapped by the contingency spell I left. I was able to reduce both the hellhounds down to energy and use it to revive you, but obviously there were side effects."\n\n"Side effects?!" Too overwhelmed to really process that Jamie's gone, you turn towards your mirror and stare. Yes, that's a big, partially furry body with four tits, a sheath, and balls, as well as somewhat paw-like feet. Your hair is wilder and shaggier, with a pair of horns curling out from in front of your ears to over them and then pointing back forward, not making it past your cheeks. Your eyes have turned red, and as you pull your lips back you can see that your teeth are sharp and made of dark metal. "This is a 'side effect'?!"\n\n"An unavoidable consquence of the primary goal that was accomplished. That's pretty much the literal definition of one, yeah," Baal replies deadpan, rolling her eyes a bit. Then she hmms, stepping in close behind you. "Still, it's not a bad look for you, little sister. I'm sure you'll discover certain advantages if we work together."\n\nYou jolt a little as your sister reaches around you and begins fondling your furry ballsack... and in the process letting you realize that you have four of them, her fingers stroking over and teasing each one. You shudder, lips parting in a soft moan that comes out as a little puff of flame, a pair of dark red points starting to nudge their way out of your sheath.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stop Baal.|QOBook]]\n\n[[Fuck Baal.|QOBook]]

The management of Worldland is <i>very</i> apologetic about you being accosted by a security guard. They're even more apologetic about him hauling you into a holding area and yanking your pants off in an attempt to reveal the "porno prank" he thought you were pulling. It is absolutely not Worldland's policy to humiliate their guests with, ah, special physicalities, and even more definitely not their policy to strip the clothes off such guests, especially when they're underage. So please, accept these Worldland souvenirs and a generous check, right after signing this paper agreeing not to press charges or bring suit against them.\n\nThe settlement is enough for you to start a new life for yourself nice and far away from all your previous troubles. Unfortunately, after a few years, even being careful with your spending, the money starts to run out. (It was, after all, a generous check, not an <i>extremely</i> generous check.) What can you do? You never finished high school, but even if you had, any job that involves leaving the house is out, practically... you have to wear ridiculously baggy ski pants just to go shopping without anyone trying to call the cops on you for "obscenity".\n\nThe answer is obvious, of course... porn. Except that no porn starlet will touch you... one actually turned and fled from the room screaming when she walked in and saw you without pants, and that was the lead actress from the 'Sizequeen Sluts' series. There's some talk of maybe getting a girl who will just do titjobs or a bit of oral on you, but most of them are too afraid of you or the director trying to talk them into actually trying to take the thing to go for it. There is some interest from the gay side of things, with letting other well-hung guys fuck you, but even though you've been taught the joys of anal stimulation you're just not ready to go that far.\n\nEventually a solution occurs to you... just do your own! Eventually your netcasts have become the stuff of legend, with half the people in the (pay-to-access) chat urging you on at any given time, and the other half insistently demanding you tell them how you're accomplishing the realtime photoshopping of your dick. But either way, thousands tune in to watch you stroke and suck your massive tool... many of them guys, but hey, you don't mind them <i>watching</i>. You even do plenty of content to cater to that, including one special show with setting up a fucking machine and letting it pump a dildo up your ass while your monster cock shudders and spurts underneath you.\n\nHey. It's a living.\n\n<b>Elly Elephant end</b> - <i>That big-dicked internet porn guy</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

Curious, and with that feeling of deja vu intensifying, you step over to the door and lean in, putting your eye up to the open spot. It takes a moment for you to adjust since it's a bit dimmer in the room than in the hallway, but the lights inside are still plenty for you to see, your eyes widening as you take in the scene before you. \n\nSitting on the edge of the bed is a naked boy a bit older than you, maybe a year or two, his legs spread and an older girl, maybe nineteen or twenty, kneels between them. She's only wearing a thong that shows off her amazing ass, body otherwise bare, tits jiggling a bit as she moves her whole upper body slightly with the motion of bobbing her head up and down over the boy's cock, head twisting lightly back and forth, his fingers pressed into her fairly short brown hair. His own head is turned to the side, bobbing back and forth over the cock of a boy his own age standing on the bed, tongue occasionally poking out past his lower lip to slurp up some bit of saliva that starts to drip off. You can see that his eyes are closed, his own head turning back and forth a bit so that he can lick at other parts of the other boy's cock just as the older girl sucking his is doing, both of them apparently wholly absorbed in their oral tasks.\n\nYou suddenly feel a pair of arms go around your middle and breasts pressing against your back, a waft of warm breath washing over your ear as a familiar voice murmurs, "You can't help yourself, can you, scrub?"\n\n<hr>\n[["GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"|QOGF]]\n\n[[Internal screaming intensifies.|QOGF2x2]]

As much as you see the pragmatism (and fun) of making your new species be all hot, Amazonian hermaphrodites, well, wouldn't everyone having the exact same equipment eventually be a little boring? ... Heh. With that in mind, you smirk as you add a slight tweak to the hybrid form you're building for Striped Trouble. It's not a difficult addition at all, and you think he'll wind up rather pleased with it. You're almost certain you will be!\n\nOnce you've finished your tweaks and loaded up the injection gun, you move to Striped Trouble's side and press the muzzle to his flank before pulling the trigger. He lets out a soft hiss, scaley lips pulling up from his teeth, and you step back to watch a rather different but similar transformation to your own happen, this time from the outside. It's rather a more profound change than yours, which is obvious if you think about it... his whole hip and back and chest structure changes, his arms lengthening and growing thicker, gaining muscle as his shoulders shift upward. His muzzle regresses, though you decided to leave him with a little bit of one just to give him a stronger, more masculine look. (Besides, isn't it a bit of a rule that the guys have to look at least a little more bestial than the girls?) He also sprouts a mane of thick, feathery hair, though his is a bright, pure white, going down his back and between the blades of his broad, brawny shoulders. \n\nHis cock has been hard the entire time, but as his hips and legs begin to change to a humanoid configuration, the shift catches up there as well. The slit at the base of his gleaming red cock slides forward, coating the whole thing with a thin layer of sleek, scaly hide that's actually striped on top like his back, the tip bulging out into a more humanlike head as the new skin reaches the tip. But even as his cock is undergoing that change, a bulge appears just above it at the base... a bulge that starts pushing outward and forming into a second, identical scaly shaft, his sack growing even heavier and more full as the twin cock forms. Much as you did, he thrusts and pumps his hips in the air, clearly enjoying the feel of the dual shafts shaking and wobbling in the air, his tail lashing about as it grows more slender and agile.\n\nHe's not even quite finished changing by the time he moves to you and bends you over one of the tables, roughly thrusting his cocks into your pussy and ass. You can feel his hands still changing as they squeeze your ass, his cocks still growing as they pump into you, even the pace and angle of his thrusts constantly slightly altering as the rest of his body shifts. The realization that he's still being altered to your own thoughts and desires, the fact that his lust for you couldn't be suppressed until it was done, both of them have you so aroused you're cumming before he's pumped into you more than three times, your eyes rolling and your lips leering, tongue lolled out, cock shooting long ropes of cum to the floor beneath you. Of course, Striped Trouble doesn't stop just because he made you cum once, his now humanoid hips pounding against your round, toned ass, your long serpentine tails twining together as his thrusts drive you against the table, bulging your tits out at the sides with every push.\n\nHis form has been stable for roughly a minute by the time he thrusts in, filling both your holes with a particularly copious load of cum, enough to make your belly bulge out noticeably where it's half pressed against the table. Once more your own prick sends out eager jets of jizz to splatter against the floor and the central support of the table, both of you letting out half-human yowls of pleasure and release, scaley bodies writhing together, tails squeezing one another in their embrace. After a few seconds, Striped Trouble steps back and disengages, half-limp cocks drooping against each other and still smeared with your cum. "Quite a form you've designed for me, love," he rumbles in a deep, smooth voice, apparently deciding to give human language a try now that he's got the proper vocal cords for both it and Raptarran. "It feels amazing. Any way I look at it, I can't see this as a downgrade from being fully Raptarran."\n\n"Hnnnnnh, don't worry, I'll think of it as a disgusting bit of biological heresy for the both of us," RAIPE announces from the speakers.\n\nYou and Striped Trouble exchange a roll of the eyes as you straighten up, then both snicker as you step in for a humanlike embrace, in perfect Raptarran fashion being utterly shameless about doing what you want, even if what you want is a lowly mammal expression of affection. Hm... Raptuman? ... Not exactly lyrical but you'll ask Striped Trouble's opinion on it later to see if he has any better ideas. \n\n"So, the very next thing has been taken care of, now what?" Striped Trouble asks as he runs one hand up and down your back, the other squeezing your ass.\n\n<hr>\n[[<i>Now</i> we go have fun!|Stripe]]\n\n[[Now your new species needs a homeworld.|Stripe1x1]]\n\n[[Now we put the uppity AI in its place.|BadCypher]]

The thought of slowly twisting the wholesome image in front of you into a cum-smeared slut is just too good to pass up. You look her up and down, considering a good start. You don't want to go overboard all at once, after all. Eyeing her outfit, you decide on a good starting point.\n\n"So, Tifa, I guess business will pick up in a few hours?" you open with, pulling out a chair and settling into it.\n\n"Yeah, probably in about an hour or so," she answers, glancing over her shoulder at you. "It's been a little slow lately, you know how it can be."\n\n"Sounds rough. Although y'know, I think I have an idea of what could help!" You grin brightly, then suggest, "Maybe you should ditch your skirt. That would definitely promote business."\n\n"What?!" Tifa blushes bright red as she turns towards you. "Are you serious?!"\n\n"It's just your skirt! It's not like I'm telling you to strip down and do a pole dance," you add in a reasonable tone.\n\n"Well. No. I guess you're right." She looks hesitant, then after a few more moments of apparent thought, pushes the straps of her suspenders off of her shoulders and lets them drop before undoing her belt as well. Wiggling the skirt down over her hips, she reveals a fairly plain pair of white panties... their main draw is the fact that they hug up against her full ass and outline it completely, which you get a good view of as she shimmies the skirt down her legs and works her booted feet out of it. Straightening up, she turns towards you, the skirt and everything else dangling from one hand. "Are you sure about this?"\n\n"Oh, definitely, it looks <i>great</i>," you assure her. That apparently assuages the last of her worries, since she heads over to the bar to tuck the discarded clothing away somewhere, leaning over the bar from the front to do so.\n\nThe bell over the door rings as it opens and Yuffie steps in, the ninja girl in just her shirts, short, and shoes, having discarded most of the more elaborate parts of her outfit. "Hey guys, thought I'd check in and WHOA!" She jerks to a halt, staring at Tifa's pantied ass from the barmaid being bent forward.\n\n<hr>\n[[Corrupt Yuffie too.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Have Yuffie help with corrupting Tifa.|FF7X]]

You've come this far. Besides, you have to admit that after all the perverse, wicked things you've done with the incubus so far, the thought of doing something so utterly naughty on your own thrills you.\n\nGetting up, you take off the lingerie and hide it away in your closet again, changing back into your regular pajamas before heading to the bathroom to shower. While undressing, you pause at your own reflection in the mirror. There's more than a <i>hint</i> of femininity in your features now... at best you look androgynous, but more honestly you're starting to look downright girly. Your hair is even longer! It dusts around your shoulders as you move, looking over your shoulder. Your butt seems a bit rounder and girlier too. Your shoulders, legs... you look almost as trappy as the demon does now.\n\nYou shower up, wondering what your parents are going to say. They usually start nagging you to get a haircut if it comes down over your ears too much, let alone this, and overnight. You dress and head downstairs, surprised to actually see your father at the table, in his flannel sleeping pants and a t-shirt, reading the paper. He's a fairly normal-looking but attractive sort of guy... short brown hair, a slight but toned build, glasses, firm jaw and good chin. You definitely used to wish you resembled him more... well, you've gotten even further from that now, haven't you? Oddly, neither he or your mother say anything about your hair, or the changes to your appearance as you sit down to the table. "You, uh, you not going to work today, Dad?"\n\n"Nope, got it into my head to take the day off," he replies, setting the paper aside as your mom comes over with the pan, dishing out eggs for everyone before she sits down herself. "Thought I'd just take it easy."\n\n"Mm." You nod, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. Now that you've resolved to do it, it's hard not to think about it... taking his cock in your hands, stroking it, getting it hard, sliding your ass down over it and bouncing atop him. You bite your lower lip as your own cock stiffens.\n\n"Well, guess I'll go grab a shower," your father announces once he's helped your mom with the dishes.\n\n"Okay, hon. I'll be down here doing chores and messing about if you decide you wanna go out," your mother answers distractedly.\n\n"I'm, uh... I'm going up to my room," you announce a few moments after your father's disappeared up the stairs, barely receiving an 'mm' from your mother. Making sure she's turned away and won't see your jutting hardon in your thin pajama pants, you slip out of your chair and dart up the stairs as well. You slip down the hall and into your parents' room, hearing the shower running in the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, you drop your clothes and head into the bathroom, pausing only a moment to look at your father's outline through the fogged-up, dripping shower door. Then you open the door and step in with him.\n\n"What the... Jamie, what are you-" Your father cuts off in shock, his eyes going wide as you sink to your knees in front of him. But his surprise obviously keeps him from reacting before you lean forward and wrap a hand around the base of his cock, sliding the head into your mouth and starting to swirl your tongue around it. He gives a strangled moan as you start stroking him and bobbing your head, just staring as his cock stiffens. Of course, he's nowhere near as big as your demon lover, but he's still impressively long and thick, especially as he hardens to throbbing between your lips. You keep your eyes closed at first as you bob your head up and down, stroking against the base of it, and rather easily taking your father's prick into your throat, making him give another strangled moan. It's only when you pull back and move down to start licking and sucking at his heavy, hot, dripping balls that you open your eyes and roll them up to look at his face.\n\nAfter that there's not even a hint of resistance, just him moaning as you suck his cock and worship his balls, your hand that's not busy with his shaft rubbing up and down his thigh. He rests a hand on your wet hair as you slide your mouth over his prick again and slide down to the very base, moving your other hand to his thighs as well as you start working your throat around his prick. You can feel him shudder and cum inside you, and while it's certainly not the orgasm-causer that the demon cumming in you is, it still makes your cock throb.\n\nYou suck on him for a little longer before you pull back and stand up. The shower's not very roomy, so without a word your father shuts it off as you step out and head back into the bedroom. You clamber up onto your parents' bed on all fours, and watch as your father fallows you out, dripping, cock still jutting stiffly ahead of him. You watch him hesitate, the desire you've stoked warring with everything else inside of him. Then he steps forward and climbs onto the bed as well, settling on his knees behind you. One hand rests on your ass while the other guides his cock, and you moan loudly as you feel your father's cock sliding inside you. "Fuck me, Daddy, please," you moan as he pushes into you, and you hear him give a much deeper moan as he pushes into you even faster. Once his heavy, hairy balls are resting against your smaller, smooth ones, he grabs your waist and begins fucking away at you, making your own stiff cock bounce.\n\nThere's no point in denying it, you've been thoroughly corrupted by the incubus. You're being fucked on your parents' bed, by your father, while your mother is just downstairs, completely unaware. You moan and gasp out and beg for more as your father pounds your ass eagerly, the shower water soon drying from your body heat, and then gradually being replaced by sweat. It's not that long before he groans and thrusts forward, pumping a load into your ass, and you mewl happily and cum as well, your hole squeezing down around him in an assgasm as your cock spurts onto the sheets. A moment later your father pulls out of you and flips you onto your back, moving into what's quickly become your own favorite position as you lift your legs up and wrap them around him while he slides back into your ass. Unlike the incubus however, your father leans in and kisses you, tongue plundering your mouth while he fucks you like a girl, making you moan and scratch at his back just like one as well.\n\nYour father fucks you several more times, before finally flopping onto his back, cum-smeared cock finally going limp as he pants and gasps, desperately trying to catch his breath. Deciding not to press your luck despite what fun it was, you slide out of the bed and pull on your clothes, feeling your father's cum still dripping out of your well-fucked ass as you head back to the hall bathroom to shower again.\n\n<hr>\n[[That night...|QOInc1x9]]

"Alright, I'll hold the fort until you get back," you whisper in reply.\n\n"Everyone," Coach Morrison calls as she retrieves the emergency flashlight and stands up. "I'm going to go for help. Hopefully it won't be too long before I get back." She operates the lever to swing open the door and trots down the steps, then waves back at you for you to close the door after her. Then she sets off down the road, the beam of the flashlight bobbling around until both she and the light have disappeared.\n\n"The important thing is to not freak out," you say as you turn back around to face the busload of teenage girls, resting your hands on the backs of two seats. "I know it seems really scary, being on a broken-down bus in the middle of a spooky forest," you continue, waggling your hands and emphasizing the 'spooky' ridiculously, earning you a few giggles and some smiles. "But remember, this is the real world! Nothing bad's gonna happen to us other than maybe being really bored for a few hours. Just don't use up all the charge on your phone so you can check for signal every so often."\n\nEveryone seems fairly relaxed after that, and falls to chatting and laughing, the tension gradually easing. Wishing you felt as confident as you made yourself seem, you sit down and watch outside in the direction Coach Morrison went.\n\nIt's only a half hour before you see the bobbling of the flashlight again, and you blink in surprise. Hoping it really was just a short distance to help, you wait until she approaches the door to swing it open. The adult woman slowly mounts the steps, and you notice that she seems a little... odd. Her movements are a bit stiff, and her skin seems damp, maybe even clammy. Her eyes are glassy as she looks straight ahead of herself, mounting the steps and then turning towards the aisle.\n\n"Er, coach?" You blink again, starting to get worried. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself out there?"\n\n"I'm fine," she answers, her tone flat. She slowly turns her head to look at you. "Amanda, you need to come with me. I have found help, but they need a bit of assistance before they can aid us."\n\n<hr>\n[[Um. Okay.|CheerForest]]\n\n[[No way, something's wrong.|CheerForest]]

"Fleshbenders" are the combination healer and buffer/debuffer class of trolls, supposedly altering the bodies of friends and foes to create their effects (which translates to the same green and red numbers that pop up for every other class, just with a mildly gross crunchy/squishy noise). Still, they can be pretty powerful when built properly, so you select it for your troll. The model shifts, thick fingers growing claws, body gaining spots of chitinous black armor scattered across its blue skin, and a rather demonic-looking tail sprouts from behind him. The loincloth turns white and grows until it's almost brushing the ground, and the white warpaint spreads across his body to form a pattern you might expect to see on some sort of poisonous frog... and sinks in slightly, making it clear it's now skin patterning and not just paint. Yow, they really went all out on this one.\n\nYou'd figure on the next thing being able to alter some of that to suit your own preferences, and instead get a traits selection thing. Ah, the new dynamic. Some of these really do seem a little on the naughty side... you're not sure if it really rates an "adults only" exception instead of some kind of warning, but eh.\n\n<center>Select your character's trait.</center>\n\n[[Pleasured Change|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character's alterations bring their target ecstasy, to the point few can bring themselves to resist them, especially if they have been changed before. Beware, some can become addicted... including your own Fleshbender! (So your abilities work better but probably give a status effect after they wear off or something.)\n\n[[Empowered Change|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your Fleshbender's alterations know fewer limits than those of other Fleshbenders... in time, possibly no limits at all. Be warned, these changes may go beyond even your Fleshbender's ability to control. (So probably your abilities have a higher cap than normal, but use up MP a lot faster.)\n\n[[Bestial Change|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your Fleshbender primarily draws upon animals and other inhumanoid creatures as inspiration for their alterations. Be warned, such changes can leave lasting marks, or even become permanent! (Most likely some different skills and powers, but risks of status effects when using them.)

You take a deep breath, then let it out in an annoyed rush. "Alright. Alright, I'll do it. But if he just winds up giving you nothing but schematics for a better replicator-"\n\n"Don't worry, before this is carried out, we will make sure that his part of the bargain will be kept, as well as making sure of your safety."\n\nAfter a bit of initial organizing, a pair of security officers who are very careful to not actually look at you lead you to a somewhat more spartan part of the facility. You're shown into a room that's almost completely blank. A shelf low on one wall holds a bedding pad, and the walls are smooth, probably reinforced tritanium, with nothing but the door you came in through and another on the wall opposite the bed. You're not sure if the prison cell-like atmosphere is better or worse than a more comfortable room would be... you don't exactly want this to feel like they're trying to set you up on a honeymoon, after all.\n\n"Commander, I need your communicator, rank insignia, and anything else metallic or technological you have on your person," one of the guards says, clearing his throat a little.\n\nNodding a little numbly, you take off the requested items and pass them over, then wait. Eventually the second door slides open, and the captured Raptarran (you wouldn't even begin to know where to shorten that name of his to something not-awful... maybe 'Orange-Stripe'?) comes slowly ambling through. Most of his restraints seem to be gone, replaced by a metal collar around his neck, various panels and lights on it blinking and flickering constantly. More security officers armed with rifles follow it through, Admiral Bigguns staying in the next room but visible through the doorway. "Remember, if you attempt to harm the Commander, or if you attempt escape, or any other such hostile activity, we will immediately take action. The collar around your neck is capable of a number of things, from shocking even you to the ground instantly, to simply exploding and taking your head off."\n\n"Indeed," Orange-Stripe hisses, his scaly lips lifting in a sneer. "You are full of moral indignation at us, but you are capable of some quite amazing viciousness and cruelty yourself when pressed to it. I do believe you'll give us quite the amusement once we've pushed you into a corner."\n\nThe statements certainly seem to have scored a hit on the Admiral, and she's clearly doing her best not to look troubled as she hits the control to close the door. Orange-Stripe turns his head back towards you, and makes a show of sliding his tongue out and slipping it along his lips, the look in his eyes feeling rather like he's violating you already. "Strip for me, mammal," he demands imperiously, as if you were the prisoner wearing an explosive collar rather than him. "Show me that sleek fine-haired frame of yours."\n\nYou flush, and can't help but glance at the guards... none of whom seem to be going anywhere. Great, you not only have to get fucked by a monster, you have to do it in front of an audience. Fighting the urge to back down and bolt, you instead peel off your uniform top and toss it onto the bed, baring your small breasts hugged by the sports-style bra you picked out. Toeing out of your boots, you then push down the pants, revealing the similarly utilitarian panties. You pause as Orange-Stripe gives an anticipatory, mocking set of clicks that the translator doesn't bother with, then scowl and pull off the bra, boobs jiggling just the tiniest amount as they're freed. Shoving the panties down as well to reveal your untrimmed-since-your-arrival bush, you spread your arms. "There, happy?"\n\n"I do like my mammals with a bit of fur on them, I must say," the Raptarran sneers. "But of course you're not getting away with just that. Turn around. Bend over. And anticipate my cock in your asshole, subcreature."\n\nYou bristle at 'subcreature', but what can you do at this point? Other than obey the prisoner who certainly doesn't act like a prisoner, slowly bending forward and putting your hands on the bed, your pussy framed by your slender thighs and pert ass in the air. You imagine you can feel not just the Raptarran's rapacious gaze on you, but those of the guards as well. You almost jump when those scaly, claw-tipped hands slide over your ass and along your back and sides, and desperately fight the urge to tremble as you feel something hot and almost slimy rubbing along the cleft of your ass, smearing your pucker with something that leaves you tingling in a disturbingly not-unpleasant way.\n\nYou resist your body's impulse to tremble as that big, predatory head leans down beside yours, those sharp teeth gleaming out of the corner of your eye as Orange-Stripe murmurs, "How does it feel, mammal? To be whored out by your own people to the degenerate invader on your doorstep?"\n\n"I'm... I'm only doing my duty," you answer a little feebly, your body steadily feeling overcome by a mixture of pure prey-terror and something else that has your pussy steadily growing wet and puffy.\n\n"Yeeeesssssss, and your duty is to take my cock in your ass," the Raptarran replies, flicking his tongue out to drag it along your neck and cheek, making you shudder. "Soon it will be your only duty in life to take me into any of your holes that I wish. Look forward to it, mammal."\n\nBefore you can think of any sort of response, the pointed tip of his prick is settling against your pucker and starting to push in. You strangle a loud gasp and the moan that wants to come after it, but are unable to stop your trembling as that long, red thing starts spreading your virgin hole open and sliding slowly but steadily inside. You would have expected it to hurt, especially with how often Orange-Stripe emphasized that he loved 'rape'... but now, now some part of your brain is already starting to acknowledge that what he said about fucking the Doctor into a loyal little slut might have been true. 'D-damn, their cocks must have some sort of aphrodisiac effect!' you think, trying to steel your mind against it.\n\nAnd yet as he slides fully into you, and then begins a slow, steady pumping, you're unable to resist beginning to moan and gasp aloud. Your nipples are as hard as diamonds, almost painfully stiff on your chest, and unwillingly you wish he'd slide those scaly hands off of your back and play with your tits, maybe pinch them in his claws. Your pussy is utterly sodden, little audible splashes surely making it across the room to the guards as Orange-Stripe's leathery balls slap against your still-unfucked cunt. You grit your teeth and tighten your throat to try and muffle some of your own noises as that inhuman prick pumps away in your ass, but really all it does is make you sound more desperate and needy for more.\n\nAnd in the midst of it all, you suddenly hear something like... whispering? You're not sure, but... the sound of it is alluring, sexy, almost comforting...\n\n<hr>\n[[Ignore it.|TrekF13x1]]\n\n[[Listen to the voice.|TrekF12x2]]

Too thoroughly knocked off-kilter by the unexpectedly pleasurable assfucking you're receiving, you let yourself be drawn into trying to hear the voice better. Almost immediately it fills your entire head, seeming like it must be booming through the whole room, and yet the guards don't so much as blink at it. "Yes, that's right, listen to me, slave." The voice is deep, masculine, liquid... it feels like it's flooding your brain, marinating you in something deeply sexual and powerful and pleasurable, making your eyes roll slightly from the very sound of it. <b>Listen to your master. Give in and understand you exist only to pleasure me.</b>\n\n'N-no!' you try to think back, your own internal voice seeming pathetically feeble in the face of that all-encompassing one from the alien pounding into your asshole. 'That's not true! None of that's true! Get out of my head!' You try to call a warning, to let the others know that the Raptarran has previously unknown psychic abilities, but all that comes out when you part your lips is a whorish moan.\n\n<b>You have no power, mammal. You are my slave. I am your master. You exist only to pleasure me,</b> the monster now raping both your ass and your mind insists, leering down at you as it continues pumping away at your aphrodisiac-smeared hole.\n\nYou struggle against the concept as he begins to repeat it, but soon you find that he's putting his next dastardly trick into play. At first you merely think he's slowing down his strokes, more gradually working his hips to pump that gleaming red dino-dick into you. But gradually you begin to realize that it's not his strokes themselves that are slowing, but your perception of them. Everything seems to be coming more gradually, your own panted breaths, the smell and feel of the alien's hot huffs across your shoulder and face, the way your body is reacting to it all needfully and eagerly, and of course that cock inside you. The slower things seem to be moving, the more the sensations are magnified, until your whole world is consumed by the drawn-out sensations of getting fucked, of that throbbing prick radiating heat and pleasure through your hole and into the rest of your body, every new little flicker of pleasurable input across your nerves magnified and drawn out.\n\n<b>You are my slave. I am your master. You exist only to pleasure me,</b> Orange-Striped One Who's Particularly Fond of Raping Pale-Haired Mammal Females In The Anus's voice resonates through you for what must be the millionth time, that liquid masculinity flooding through not just your mind but seemingly your soul as well. \n\n'No... no...' you protest faintly, feeling like your own mental voice is nothing but the whisper of a feather across snow in the face of his.\n\nThe time dilation effect slows further and further... every single stroke of his cock seems to take an hour. Then a week. And then on and on. You spend years feeling the fullness of his heat and throbbing and twitching sliding deep inside you, filling you up, and years feeling him pull back, slowly leaving your ass without him inside, bit by bit pulling away from you, being taken away. A decade is spent with his cock just barely inside you, teasing your stimulated pucker, until you're yearning, yearning so hard, your whole sense of self practically sobbing in eagerness for him, until finally, finally, he begins the years-long push back inside you, filling you up, filling you with purpose again.\n\n<b>You are my slave. I am your master. You exist only to pleasure me.</b>\n\n'I am your slave. You are my master. I exist only to pleasure you,' you reply, long past the point of resistance, long past the point of even thinking about what you're saying, just knowing you need to say it, need to reply with the truth, hoping that he'll make you spend longer with his cock inside you than out of you.\n\n<b>You are my slave. I am your master. You exist only to pleasure me.</b>\n\n'I am your slave! You are my Master! I exist only to pleasure you!' you pray, just as you have every minute of every day for the last three centuries.\n\nUntil finally the last thrust is upon you all at once, and your ass is being flooded with your god's cum, even as your mind is being flooded by the knowledge to be a proper collaborator, by the skills to be a proper agent, and by the validation that you are the only good kind of non-Raptarran... one that knows their place is worshiping the entirety of their Raptarran gods (especially their cocks). You remain in place, trembling, eyes rolled up and tongue lolled out, as your Master slowly pulls his cock out of your ass, leaving it gaping and absolutely overflowing with his cum, which dribbles out and down over your soaked pussy, which is already yearning for his eggs.\n\n"Well then, I have had my fun," your Master declares in the false voice of the translator, turning and padding towards the door as it opens. "I'm ready to give you the information you wish now," he adds to Admiral Bigguns, before sneering, "Although if you too would like a proper fucking by a superior being, you need only bend over and beg me for it." The door closes before you can hear whatever foolishly dismissive comment the Admiral makes in response.\n\nYou want to cry for him not to go, and already your body and soul ache to be parted from him, but instead you straighten up, accepting the towel one of the guards steps forward to offer you. You glance at the bulge in his pants, briefly licking your lips as you perform the sad necessity of wiping away Master's seed. You consider drawing both guards into the shower with you, to take their inferior humanoid members in your holes just for the joy of being treated like the cock-holster you are, but currently you have other duties... helping Master infiltrate and take down this quadrant of space. And so you can't arouse suspicions, and instead shower alone, merely dreaming of Master and your other gods one day taking your body over and over again, perhaps granting you the ultimate gift of immortality so you can be a lowly, worthless cumdumpster forever.\n\nYou emerge from the shower and don a fresh uniform, and step out of the room to find Admiral Bigguns waiting for you. "The Raptarran is giving some of our engineers certain specifications now. They certainly do seem like they'll drastically advance our combat capabilities," she admits, bobbing her head. "You've done good work today, Commander, even if it's not the sort you'd like to brag about. Starbeat is in your debt."\n\n"It was nothing more than my duty, Admiral," you reply easily, even giving her a smile. It's the truth, after all... it was your duty to take your Master's cock and serve him.\n\n"In any event," Bigguns continues after a brief pause. "We can, of course, let you continue to work on this project... after what you've done, I think we can effectively let you write your own ticket. Or, if you'd like some time off, simply say the word... you can have as long a leave of absence as you need."\n\nYou consider. There is obviously much you could do [[in Starbeat Command|TrekF]] to help your new Raptarran gods. But that isn't to say there aren't plenty of opportunities out there [[on Earth|TrekF]] as well, and at least one loose thread your Master has left you that you could pick up.\n\nYou also consider [[Admiral Bigguns|TrekF]] herself. You are not only a lowly cumdump, but as far as these people are concerned, a lowly Commander. But the admiral... she has incredible power within Starbeat. If you could capture her... or even convert her...

You tap the little controls to key in '10', then press your thumb to the little square that seems sized for it. "There y'go. Give me the quick heads-up."\n\n"Okay, there's two bars you might want to go to," Ruro explains once he's checked the device. "One's called Positron's, it's where most of the business deals between dwellers and offstations happens, lots of bounty hunters there, so you could probably find someone to get something from. That's on level three, downspin side. But if you really wanna know exactly where whoever it is you're looking for is, go to the Nexus on level two and order a 'Three Q', a dancer named Korrana will show up and offer you a dance. Buy two dances, then the 'talking experience'... it'll be expensive but she knows everything that goes on here."\n\nHe turns and points a bit further in. "Other than that, there's Commerce Central. There's no point asking any of the merchants, they never see anything, y'know? You'd wanna ask the menials... the Amis or Abes or collared people. They're more likely to know something, if you can convince 'em to tell you."\n\nShifting back to face you, he shrugs. "Other than that, there's the Dark Hub. I mean, that's where most of the really scummy sorts are, or where you go if you need something really scummy and illegal almost everywhere. You take the lifts marked with a big splotch of black paint on the doors to get there." He draws back and gives you a little wave, adding, "Good luck" before turning and hurrying away, you're assuming (hoping maybe) to buy something to eat.\n\nAlright, so he gave you a few good leads. Which one to pursue first?\n\n<hr>\n[[Positron's.|Cypher11x3]]\n\n[[The Nexus.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Commerce Central.|Cypher13x1]]\n\n[[The Dark Hub.|Cypher]]

This is your habitation area... player housing, home suite home, the place where you keep your bitches, whatever you want to call it. The canon explanation is that it's a miniature station suspended in the upper atmosphere of an artificially stabilized gas giant, meaning that the outide features lots of nice, puffy clouds rolling by beneath a bright blue sky during the day, and nice bright starry nights, sometimes with thunderstorms as seen from above rather than below to provide a contrast.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/0LOxtvo.jpg>\n\nThe design is both futuristic and somewhat minimalist... the real attraction here is, after all, your harem, you didn't need a ton of artwork and video screens and whatnot distracting you from that. The floors, ceiling, and walls are mostly a clean, smooth white, with subtle lighting from both above on the ceiling and around the edges of the walls. A bar area is situated along one side, past the spiral staircase that leads to the [[upper level|Capture-HabUL]] and [[lower level|Capture-HabLL]]. There are several gathering areas, the main one being a lowered area edged on two sides by long blue-padded L-shaped bench-style sofas. Another off to the side of it has a simple square pad of the same style in the center, usable as either all-sides seating or an impromptu bed-type area. All along one wall are windows and a viewing area, providing the view of the gas giant's upper atmosphere.\n\nThough the hab is staffed by gynoid servants, none are in evidence right now. They're very basic androids, essentially just a general human shape in white plastic with flickering lights on the featureless front of their head to indicate when they speak. They have molded white plastic breasts and, hey, what the hell, you made sure each is equipped with the equivalent of an onahole between her legs. Sure, you'll eventually have more pleasure slaves than you know what to do with, but why skimp completely on the sex toys?<<if $britcaptured is true and $slavegina is true and $furrayunlocked is false>><br><br>In fact, one of those gynoids is waiting for you when you enter. Lights flicker across the smooth expanse of its faceplate as it announces in a pleasant, but utterly neutral, female voice, "Excuse me, Master, but the collared Gina Diggers wishes to speak to you. If you wish to indulge her, speak to me and I will [[bring her to a meeting room|Capture-GetFurRay]]."<<endif>>\n\nOn one wall is a door that leads to the [[Mission Room|Capture-MissionRoom]]. <<if $furrayunlocked is true>>Next to it is a door that leads to the [[Menagerie|Capture-Menagerie]].<<endif>>

<b>November 15-16, 2018</b>\n* Female Eric-Ranma can now decide she [[can't take the chance|FRanX15x4]] that the demon statue is bluffing about the new curse.\n<b>November 19, 2018</b>\n* Some more work on [[Capture|GGCaptureStart]]. Specifically, the doll room.\n<b>November 20, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now go [[check the roof|HollyXmas5x1]] when there arises such a clatter.\n<b>November 21, 2018</b>\n* More of the post-roof Holly Christmas stuff.\n<b>November 23, 2018</b>\n* Capture stuff, such as actually hitting Tifa with the Reconditioning Rifle.\n<b>November 24, 2018</b>\n* Finished up the previous day's writing, also added the Slut Gallery in the hab area.\n<b>November 26, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now go see the [[very naughty Madelyn|HollyXmas5x7]] instead of just jerking off. (Santa Holly's description has also been tweaked a bit in earlier passages.)\n* On another path, Santa Holly can also be good and [[resist her urges|HollyXmas8x1]].\n<b>November 28, 2018</b>\n* Jamie can now [[pray for help|QOInc1x3]] on the second night after being molested by the incubus.\n<b>November 29, 2018</b>\n* More of Jamie trying to manage the situation with Shotiel and Mal.\n<b>November 30, 2018</b>\n* Moar Jamie.

"..." You swirl your wine in your glass, just turning the thought over in your head. It has been fourteen years since you said anything about your experience to another human being, but part of you still remembers the... well, a bit of the <i>rush</i> of telling your mother, spilling everything out, sharing the excitement and sheer, forbidden pleasure of the experience with someone else. You can feel your nipples going stiff beneath the silk of your robe, so you take a deep breath and say, "Alright, soooo... yeah, my first time was not with another girl. But it's probably not like you're thinking," you say slowly.\n\nTara blinks. "Um... wait, Cyan, are you saying it was... nonconsensual? I mean, I'm sorry, I didn't think it would be-"\n\n"Consent was dubious at best, but that's not what I meant," you answer dryly, shaking your head. "Look, just let me tell it." Watching her settle in with concern still obvious on her face, you hesitate just a little before you continue. "Alright, so. I was sixteen, it was summer vacation, and I was bored out of my skull. I decided I was going to get out of the house and do something, and I wound up taking a walk out to the local dog park. I decided to wander around in the woods nearby, and got down on all fours to take a drink from a stream, aaaand... this <i>dog</i> came up behind me," you continue slowly, watching Tara's eyes widen. "And he apparently knew exactly what he wanted, because he yanked down my jeans and panties with his mouth, then mounted me, right then and there. Just took me like I was a bitch in heat." You lean back some, taking a drink from your glass before you continue. "And honestly, while he was doing it, that's sort of what I became. I just... lost myself, it was like that dog dick was hitting buttons inside me that I never knew existed. So... when he was done, instead of yanking my pants up and running off, I... got undressed and presented for him again."\n\n"You did it <i>again</i>?" Tara whispers in a shocked tone.\n\n"Yeah." You nod, smiling rather sheepishly at her. "And not just him, more and more dogs kept coming. It was like a big... human bitch gangbang. I mean I just completely let go, I did any pervy thing that came to mind with that dog pack that I could think of. It was like I became an animal too... I wasn't thinking about what I was doing, I existed only in that moment, getting fucked and taking pleasure however I wanted. I was their bitch, and I loved every second of it." You take a deep breath, polish off your wine, then shrug as you set the glass aside. "So yeah, I kind of Obi-Wanned it when I said that I'd never been with a guy. I haven't... a human guy, anyway. It was one crazy, wild thing that I never repeated, but I admit every so often it still... comes to mind."\n\nYou fall silent, just looking at Tara, who's staring at you with an unreadable expression on her face. Then suddenly she's lunging across the couch at you, yanking your robe open and filling her hands with your tits as she kisses you harder and more ardently than she has in years. You mmmph in surprise, even as you near-reflexively reach around to grab her ass and haul her against you. But then she's pulling away, sliding off the couch and then yanking you off of it and onto your knees as well. She shoves you forward, bending you forward over the couch and holding you in place as you gasp and shake gently in excitement, listening to her grope for something and the click of fasteners. And then she's shoving her strapon's shaft deep into you, more roughly than she ever has before, making you cry out in pleasure as she leans forward over you, starting to pound into you, her sweater-clad hips slapping against your ass.\n\nYou can feel as much as hear her hard, fantic breathing in your ear, feel her body against you. Tara's never been this... excited, this <i>frantic</i> to take you before, whenever she's topped with a toy she's always preferred to take it slow, making a bit of an elaborate show out of getting you worked up, of fastening the strapon on, of easing into you. But now she's just taking you, <i>fucking</i> you, like some wild beast has awakened in her at the sound of your tale. And then amidst her soft moans, she nips at your ear and lets out a low, hoarse, "Woof."\n\nYou feel a surge of excitement and pleasure race through you, your pussy squeezing hard around the plunging rubber cock pumping into your cunt. Apparently noticing your reaction, Tara continues to growl and yip and make other dog noises in your ear, gradually growing more and more realistic with them as she apparently loses herself in the role of being a beast in rut, as you cum over and over again. You can feel Tara shuddering above you several times as she gets off as well (the toy is designed to be fun for her too, after all), until finally she slumps atop you, panting softly, though the sound is gradually becoming less 'mock dog' and more her normal breathing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Calm down and talk about this.|GGDog16x4]]\n\n[[Beg for more.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Switch places.|GGDog]]

"I think..." You swallow hard, making a disgusted face. "I think it's gotta be Kuno."\n\n"Whaaaaat?!" Akane yelps, flinging her arms to the sides and making some sort of warding sign with her fingers that literally no one else outside of your select circle of acquaintances does.\n\n"Look, it just makes sense," you grumble. "He already thinks my female form is a different person, so it won't come back on me. If he does say he had sex with 'the pigtailed goddess', everyone will assume he's just being delusional again. Plus he's completely inta me, so it'd be easy, right?"\n\n"But... him," Akane murmurs. "If you had to pick a guy..."\n\n"I don't wanna pick <i>any</i> guy!" you cry, flailing your arms. "But if I gotta pick one I gotta pick the one that I can salvage my rep the most with!" Settling back down, you mutter, "So look, I'll just go, get it done, and then spend the rest of my life trying to forget it ever happened."\n\n"Well I can't stand to see that, so you're on your own," Akane declares, holding up her hands. "Just be careful."\n\nYou ditch the field trip, obviously, and head toward the Kuno residence. You figure there's a fair chance he's skipping out on classes anyway, gotta spend more time writing bad poetry and practicing being annoying, you figure. You've snuck in here plenty of times by now so it's not particularly difficult to avoid the alligator pool and Kodachi's various other booby traps and pitfalls, and make your way through the halls to the kendo dojo. You can hear the snap of a wooden sword through the air before you even slide open the door, and sure enough, there's the tall, tousle-haired young man, sweat gleaming lightly on his skin. (Part of your brain notes that it's really a shame he's a complete and utter dink, because he's not exactly bad-looking. The rest of your brain promptly beats the crap out of that part of your brain, like always.) He turns at the sound of the door, and immediately flings his arms wide and leaps towards you. "My darling pigtailed girl! You have come to me here, in my most sacred inner sanctum, so that you might finally profess your love!"\n\nMore out of habit than anything else, you snap a foot up and plant it against his face, holding him at bay for the moment. He freezes up briefly, as per usual, giving you time to figure out how you want to play this.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be blunt.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Yeah, do that "profess" thing.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Play to his delusions.|FRanX]]

Ryoko? You don't remember that being a character in Ranma 1/2. Curious, you float a little closer to that option, looking at the mess of teal hair atop a smirking face. Either you inadvertantly brush against it, or just your focus on it counts as selecting, because you yelp as you find yourself sucked through the icon, dropping a few inches through the air to land with a light stumble. You blink a few times, looking back and forth and seeing a swish of said teal hair, before looking down at yourself.\n\n"Ack! What the hell am I wearing?!"\n\nYour shock quickly fades however, your expression settling back into a thoughtful, vaguely smug one. You're wearing one of your various awesome, sexy outfits, of course. Maybe you should have dressed down a little, but when you heard about some of the weird items and magical artifacts supposedly floating around this 'Nerima' place, you had to come check it out. After all, one of those could be the secret to finally nabbing Tenchi all for yourself. (Or maybe getting rid of some of the competition in a way that won't upset Tenchi. ... Or that he won't notice. ... Or maybe it will just really piss Ayeka off. These are all good goals.)\n\nIt seemed like all the rumors had centered around this town centered on teenagers, so you've shown up to the local high school, "Furinkan", as a place to start your search. It's a lot like Tenchi's high school, really... boring and stale. Ugh, how can anyone stand this without just ripping off their clothes and throwing an energy blast through a wall? ... Which sounds fun but again, you're on a mission. Alright, where to start?\n\n<hr>\n[[Start by finding this "Ranma" character.|RyokoX]]\n\n[[Start by finding the local information broker.|RyokoX]]\n\n[[Start with lunch.|RyokoX]]

"Well, turning her back will use up a great deal of my powers," you say, looking ceilingward thoughtfully and hoping that you're not forbidden from spouting utter bullshit. "Afterwards I would be of little use to you or anyone else. My genie overlords might not let me do it unless you also planned to wish me free of my servitude."\n\nYour master blinks, then nods eagerly. "Yes! Yes, of course! Such a thing is the least I could do! I so swear it!"\n\n"Done!" You quickly snap your fingers, making sure there's plenty of flashing lights and booming noises as Asmaneh changes back to normal. The shaking, naked woman stumbles to be caught by your master, who begins gushing apologies and self-deprecation.\n\nOnce both of them have uttered a lot of gooey comforts and hugged on each other, you clear your throat meaningfully. Your master turns back to you, then ahs. "Yes, yes of course! I am a man of my word, as well as undyingly grateful! Genie, I wish you free of your servitude to the lamp!"\n\nYou gasp as the bracers around your forearms glow and vanish, your skin fading from the bright, smooth blue to its usual tan color with all the little pores and tiny marks you're used to. You whip your braid around and find that though it's still longer than it used to be and braided, it's back to its usual brown color and the ring is gone. Letting out a sigh of relief, you stretch out, beaming happily.\n\nThe smile drops and your eyes open as you realize something. You quickly whip around towards the lamp, but it's disappeared. You turn towards the two lovebirds, your eyes wide, finding that they're staring at you as well. "How... how will I get home?"\n\nThe man who was formerly your master says something... but this time you have no clue what he said, and from the confused look on his own face, he didn't understand either. Your face pales as you realize that on top of everything else, you've lost your ability to speak and understand whatever language they use here.\n\nYour attempt at a clever ploy to free yourself has worked... you've just freed yourself centuries in the past in a strange country.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|SamGenie2xEnd]]

Hiding and assessing the situation seems the best bet... plus it feels natural to you. Sort of like walking downhill. You slip over and into the shadows to one side of the wardrobe, where part of it will block at least part of you from the doorway even if he's looking right at you. You concentrate on barely breathing and erasing your presence, holding yourself as still as a statue.\n\nA few moments later a man walks in who's definitely not any of your party members, considering he's a Drow. Long, backswept pointed ears, skin almost as black as ink with just a faint hue of blue, long white hair pulled back in a ponytail, stylish black and red wizard's robes worn over pants. He's not moving like he's been alerted or is wary... in fact he's got a bit of a slumped, tired posture, like he's been on the road a lot longer than you have. Looks like his return coinciding with your home invasion might be a complete coincidence.\n\nHe actually smiles a little at the sight of the pool of water, then starts to shrug out of his robes. You watch him undress, and have to admit it's not exactly an awful sight. He's sort of on the skinny side... well, slender, maybe even moreso than you are... but very nicely-formed for that. And you actually have to force yourself to stay still and not gawk as he shoves his pants down and steps out of them, a long, thick tube of black swaying between his legs as he moves. Holy crap, he's <i>hung</i>. You wonder if all elf men are hung like that. Or if it's all Drow men. Or maybe he's just some mutant who got banished for completely destroying the pussy of some Drow matriarch.\n\nYou bite your lower lip and admit to some lust as he moves to the edge of the pool and dives in with flawless form, his slim body moving with utter grace as he starts stroking through the water, his body dark delight amidst the practically glowing blue-green water. 'Easy, girl, probably a bad guy,' you remind yourself. Still, your body feels like it's jumped up on teenage hormones again as you watch him swim. At least he seems fairly absorbed in it, leaving you with options.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sneak past him.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Get the drop on him.|GGRogue1x13]]\n\n[[Join him for a swim.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

Kasumi was the oldest sister that was basically a homemaker, right? She's not in school, she doesn't have a job, it's really just a bit of cooking and maybe a little laundry, so she'd have a ton of free time. Great choice! Feeling ready to lay back and enjoy the easy life, you tap Kasumi's name in the list, then yelp as you're hauled forward, your body coming apart and being sucked into the menu.\n\nYou blink awake laying in a rather nice bed, and slowly sit up, looking around. It's still dark out... well, of course it is, your brain supplies, you always get up this early. You're suddenly inundated with all that you have to do today... the bento-making, the cleaning, the breakfast making, the cleaning, the laundry, the cleaning, the shopping, the cleaning. You immediately start to rebel; you wanted to play this character because you thought she had it easy, but it seems like she's trying to work herself into an early grave!\n\nThen a sort of pleasant fogginess settles all around your thoughts. But you <i>enjoy</i> being a homemaker. You <i>like</i> cooking and cleaning for your family. The distress you were feeling gradually melts away, as if it were something completely and utterly foreign to you. Instead a sense of anticipation fills you at a day ahead full of bento-making, and cleaning, and breakfast making, and cleaning, and laundry, and cleaning, and shopping, and cleaning! Oh my, what a wonderful life!\n\nA cheerful but low-key song in your heart, you slip out of bed, taking only a moment to indulge in a quick stretch. Then you slip out of the plain, simple purple sleeping garb you're wearing and fold it up, donning plain white cotton panties and bra before slipping on one of your many simple dresses, this one blue. You take one of your large array of aprons out of the closet (a nice pink one to set off the dress), and then stop in front of the mirror to check your hair ribbon and make sure your face is nice and clean.\n\nAh, you look nice! Well, now to work. You pad out of your bedroom, nonchalantly utilizing more stealth than most ninjas (especially the brightly-dressed ones) as you make sure not to wake anyone else on your way to the kitchen. Since Happosai-san and your father's rooms are so nearby, you avoid humming as you begin work on Akane, Nabiki, and Ranma's lunches for the day, though there's definitely a song in your heart as you begin your daily housework. Oh my, what fun!\n\nEventually the sky brightens, and you finish slipping the lid onto the last bento and tying a bundle around it. Now to go wake the rest of the household! You head to the room near the kitchen, and aren't particularly surprised to find it vacant... Happosai-san is often out seeking martial arts secrets or doing his nightly activities, so you only expect to find him here half the time. You do take a moment to carry the basket of neatly laundered, pressed, and folded panties from one corner and transfer it to the entryway, for anyone who may come asking about them... that, too, has become part of your routine. Then you make your way into the smaller guest room next to that one, where your father has been displaced to ever since Happosai-san moved in.\n\nYour father is laying stiff as a board on his back on the futon, face composed and grim... you suppress a giggle as you remember that it used to make you worried that he'd died in the night, when you came to wake him up when you were younger. ... Well, it's funny in retrospect, anyway. Now, to wake him up as usual with-\n\n<hr>\n[[-a gentle shake.|KasumiX1x1]]\n\n[[-a blowjob.|KasumiX2x1]]

You are a fifteen-year-old boy named Jamie. You're average in most ways... a little below average height, average brown hair that's just a bit shaggy, maybe a slightly scrawnier than average build but not by much. You're not in any special clubs or activities in school, most of your teachers know you as that smart kid that reads instead of doing his classwork, and most of your schoolmates know you as "that unpopular kid who's not weird enough to hate on". So you're not overly picked-on, but you don't have many friends either.\n\nYou're on break from school, and the weather . Despite not being the most social creature in the world, you find thoughts of your vacation dominated by who you're going to spend it with. Who are you going to spend your first day of spring break with?\n\n[[Your friend Maya|QOMayaStart]] - Maya is one of your few longtime friends, you've known her since you were both small children. You used to have an enormous crush on her older sister Baal.\n\n[[Your friend Kevin|QOKevStart]] - You're not entirely sure how you became friends with Kevin some years back, it just sort of happened. He's a great friend to have, though, among other things because his family's mildly loaded.\n\n[[Spend time with family|QOFamStart]] - It's not like you're some mostly-grown college kid, spending most of the summer hanging out with your own family isn't lame! ... Right? .......... Right?\n\n[[Look for a job.|QOJobStart]] - Admittedly, a lot of people aren't exactly thrilled at the idea of hiring and training someone just for two weeks, but summer's just around the corner so do a good job now and you might parlay it into a full summer job.\n\n[[Just waste it.|QOSchoolStart]] - You're a teenage boy. One who doesn't like to take a lot of risks or rock the boat. Wasting your entire vacation wiling it away with games and movies and nonsense until it's school time before you've even really realized it.

You've barely even realized what's happening when your tentacles shoot out, grabbing Maya around the arms and middle, jerking her around and forcing her to bend over, her quartet of huge, bare breasts wobbling beneath her from the suddenness of the movement. You step in and grab her cutoffs, ripping them to pieces with a single effortless yank, revealing her obscenely large and plump pussy and her still small, pretty, perfect white pucker, her round ass giving a light jiggle of its own as it's so abruptly freed.\n\nWithout a second's hesitation you push your upper cock into that gooey, bulging sex, feeling it spread around your bestial cock easily and yet conforming snugly to every bit of it, as if there were not a single micrometer of extra room. Your lower cock slides along her belly, tracking the obscene and very clear shape of your upper one sliding along her flat stomach, up until the flared head slides between her lower set of tits, pushing them apart and nestling between them. Still pulling her arms back with your tentacles, you grab her hips with your clawed fingers, gripping them firmly as you begin pounding her roughly, your hips slamming into that round, bouncy ass with enough force to make it sound like a wooden board swung with a baseball pro's strength. The impacts make her quad-tits bounce and wobble heavily, adding to the lower pair working around the end of your lower cock as it fucks between them.\n\nIt actually takes you a moment to realize what you've done... what you're doing, since you're not even slowing down, let alone stopping. It takes another moment to realize that Maya never so much as struggled or protested... in fact, as your enormous, obscene, bestial prick violates her transformed pussy all the way up into her rib cage, all she seems to be doing is urging you on and begging for more.\n\n"Oh fuck yes, rape me harder, Jamie, fuck, fuck, rape me!" she gushes, apparently having quickly gotten over her difficulties talking with her long serpentine tongue, even though it's currently not only lolled out but wrapped around one of her upper breasts, squeezing and licking around the whole thing. Her tentacles at first writhe and wiggle through the air ecstatically, before they move to wrap around your torso, squeezing and stroking over your chest and waist... it's a strange sensation between disgusting, lewd, and a lover's embrace. Especially as the one wrapped around your waist coils further around and then pushes into your ass, Maya starting to rape your tight pucker with pumping, wriggling, writhing enthusiasm even as you similarly rape her slimy, accommodating, eager cunt. Your breathing quickens as you start thrusting faster, squeezing Maya's hips and yanking her back against you, even though she's already working her body against your thrusts as much as she can, apparently just as eager to rape herself on your cock as you are to rape her with it. \n\nYou groan as more of her tentacles wrap themselves around your external cock, coiling around its length and stroking it, squeezing it, working it more deftly and thoroughly than any pair of hands could... and then you gasp even louder as one of the tentacles pushes into the urethra, pentetrating it deeply and bulging out the shaft with its form, fucking it with wriggling, wobbling pumps much like the one taking your ass. It's so big, and stretching out a hole much smaller than it! At the realization, something apparently takes over in your mind, and your own tentacles that aren't holding Maya in place go on the move. Of course you plunge two of them into her mouth and ass, muffling her pleas to be raped like a bitch around the tentacle bulging up her throat, but four more of them you direct beneath her. Her puffy pink nipples stretch and widen as the tips of the tentacles push inside them, the trajectory of her tits' wobbling changing as you start to literally fuck them, enjoying the feel not only of her nipples squeezed tight around your pumping, thrusting tentacles, but being able to direct her lower pair to rub against your tentacle-fucked cock as you do.\n\nSoon after you can see the tentacle Maya's using to fuck your cockhole bulging along its entire length, and moan as those bulges start to pass into you, your cock's shaft visibly showing the oval bulges passing down it even lower than the tentacle itself goes. Your immense balls, which had already been feeling incredibly full, start to grow heavier and heavier with each of those bulges that drops into them. By the time a good two dozen have been deposited and Maya jerks her tentacle out, you can't take it anymore, and giving a feral cry you thrust forward, forcing your huge knot into her pussy and locking inside her as you start to pump a truly massive load in. You can actually see Maya's skin bulge from beneath her tits with the strength of your spurts before the cum you're filling her with slides down to begin filling her womb, her stomach rounding out. Of course your lower cock has little to restrain it and just begins geysering cum everywhere, spraying all over Maya's four fat tits as well as the floor. And her bed. And the wall. Amidst it you can feel extra pressure in your lower cock as your shaft bulges again, before ovoid green eggs go splotting out along with your cum, dropping to the floor or landing on the bed amidst the pools of thick, creamy white.\n\nBy the time you're done, Maya's belly is barely six inches from the floor, almost pressing your lower cock to the cum-soaked carpet beneath it. The two of you pant heavily, squeezing and stroking each other much more gently with your tentacles as you slowly recover from your minds going blank with the pleasure of the strange, obscene acts you performed on each other. Finally, though, you can feel your cocks starting to go limp, the swelling in your knots decreasing, and you pull yourself free of Maya, shaft sliding out of her along with a veritable waterfall of cum. You stagger back and wind up leaning against the wall, watching her as she slowly straightens up and turns around, her massive cumbelly wobbling beneath her quad tits, her nipples still swollen and very, very slightly gaped from your tentacles having pulled out of them.\n\n"What... happened? What did we just do?" Maya asks, in a tone more confused than anything.\n\n"I dunno, I... it was like I had to, I was doing it before I... m'sorry, Maya," you say, because you do feel... well you feel like you should feel bad, but you don't, which is weird.\n\n"No, it's fine. ... I mean, it is fine, that's totally weird," Maya murmurs, cupping her chin. "Like seriously, I'm not bothered at all... in fact thinking about it I'm sort of just looking forward to it happening again."\n\nYou let out a rush of relieved breath. "Y-yeah, that must be part of the change."\n\n"That must really have been a magic spell, and it turned us into... this." She gestures to her naked body with all four hands. "Some kind of weird... rape-demons or something."\n\n"How do we change back? ... Wait, didn't the book say 'to change people'? Do you think it meant just us, or?"\n\nYou both fall quiet, considering the implications. You become a bit lost in your own thoughts (admittedly a lot of which have to do with rather more forceful and depraved fantasies than you ever had before), and by the time you tune back in, you realize that all your cum has disappeared from the room, and Maya's belly is once more smooth and flat. (The eggs still seem to be there, albeit now clean where they lay scattered on the bed and floor.) ... Oh, and she has two bellybuttons now, which you didn't notice before. But apparently having firmed herself up to investigating, she picks up the TV remote and turns it on to the news channel. Both of you stare a bit at the sight of a pale blue-skinned, four-breasted woman with long, slender horns coming up from her forehead giving the weather report. While she's wearing a blouse and jacket that have been cut to allow for her quad-boobs, below the waist she's only wearing stockings and heels, the news desk clear to allow you to watch her fucking her own ass and pussy with two tentacles each. Maya clicks the channel a few times, skimming over a few more equally lewd reports staffed by more demonic-looking people doing lewd things, and some TV shows starring same, before settling on a Supernatural rerun. After about ten minutes, you gather that this version of the show is about the Winchester brothers traveling around hunting humans that have invaded the world and raping them, when they're not lewding each other with their cocks and tentacles.\n\n"I wonder if the fangirls would be delighted or outraged?" Maya murmurs before tossing the remote aside. "But yeah, it looks like the entire world has become like this, and everything about our history has been rewritten to, well... be lewd."\n\n"But there are still humans," you posit, watching as Sam stuffs one of his immense, bump-ridged purple cocks down a human girl's throat while using two tentacles pushed into her nipples to start inflating her breasts. The human girl is either a really good actor or this is what they call 'enforced method acting'. "They just... don't normally live here? ... Earth is a planet of sex-demons."\n\n"Who consider rape completely normal and fun," Maya picks up, watching the scene on the television with light interest. "Which we seem to have assimilated along with the changes to our bodies, even though we still have our normal memories of how things used to be."\n\nYou watch the TV for a bit longer, Maya occasionally changing the channels. It seems like female demons most often have four breasts (and arms) and long, thin horns growing from their foreheads, while male demons most often have two cocks and horns growing from the sides of their heads. That doesn't seem to be a hard and fast rule though... you see at least a couple of female demons with two breasts and a cock, or six breasts and more tentacle-nubs in other places, or male demons with just one really huge cock or more than two cocks, and so on. \n\n"This is definitely pretty wild," Maya notes, though you're both taking it far better than you figure most people would at accidentally turning the entire planet's population into a bunch of rapacious obscene-bodied fuck-creatures. "I do feel like maybe we should at least try and reverse this though."\n\n"You think the book has any answers?"\n\nMaya rubs her chin again, before resting her lower hands on her hips and folding her upper arms over her upper tits. "Maybe. Tell you what, you probably ought to head home and let me study it, since I feel like if you stay we're just gonna wind up raping each other one after the other and that's... sort of distracting," she murmurs, her stark white cheeks turning pink.\n\n"Uh, yeah." You can't exactly turn red to show your own blush now, but you nod quickly. "I guess I'll... head home. See you, Maya."\n\n"Later, Jamie."\n\nYou turn and head out of her room and down the stairs, pausing briefly at the front door. You hadn't really realized it, but you were about to walk out into public wearing nothing but a ripped t-shirt and your sneakers, your giant balls in full display with your limp cocks draped down over them, the tips dangling to a level almost halfway down your shins. You, who normally hates to wear shorts because you feel too shy to expose your legs. But, you need to get home, and you're not sure what would cover this anyway, and from what you saw on the TV, at least partial nudity is the norm. So you shrug, open the door, and head out. Actually you're not even sure how you're walking properly with such enormous balls, but you decide you're not going to think about that because if you do you might not be able to. So instead you just head back for your house, glancing around a bit as you do. You notice that things do look a little different... cars seem to be a bit taller, and doorframes wider. Half-naked or entirely naked people (well, demons) do indeed seem to be walking around, doing all the normal day-to-day things... mowing lawns, cleaning cars, raping each other or their housepets, that same thing. In fact about halfway home you realize that without even thinking about it you snagged another teenager with your tentacles and started raping her, your cocks pumping into her pussy and ass before you've even really noticed she's there. You're pretty sure that she's a girl from a few streets over who normally never gave you the time of day, but now she's got her purple eyes rolling and her long tongue lolling out and her four tits (even bigger than Maya's) wobbling underneath her as she begs for more. ... Clearly you need to be careful about letting your mind wander, you think in embarrassment as you start to cum, bloating her belly and causing jizz to fountain from her mouth as you fill her, because if you're not paying attention your body will follow its instincts on its own.\n\nLeaving your 'victim' laying in a pool of your cum with her legs spread, body quivering, and one of her arms raising to wave as she says she'll see you at school (her voice thick and garbled by jizz), you continue on home, pausing briefly at the door. ... Do you really want to see what your mom is like in this world? Well, not exactly much choice, so you turn the knob and step inside, calling, "I'm home!"\n\n"Oh, Jamie sweetheart!" your mother calls from the kitchen before bustling out, drying her hands on a towel. Your eyes bug a little... your mother now has very pale purple skin and the horns you're learning to recognize as the sign of a female demon, but unlike the majority she only has one pair of arms and one pair of tits. Her tits are, however, absolutely enormous... they come down to well below her waist, despite still looking firm (albeit heavy). The sweater she's wearing probably uses at least a camping tent's worth of yarn, and her jeans are practically painted on, emphasizing hips and an ass even rounder and more perfectly-shaped than they were before. (Hm, that's not embarrassing to admit now, that's interesting.) A pair of tentacles had extended from under the back of the sweater and into the kitchen, apparently finishing something up, but they retract and disappear beneath it as she walks over. "Did you have fun at Maya's?"\n\n"Ah, yeah," you answer, since... well, you did, even if it was definitely not any sort of fun you expected... ever in your life up until this point.\n\n"That's good, you two are so cute, nerding it up even when you're in the midst of raping one another," your mother says with the easy sort of nostalgia parents have. "Rape many girls on your way home, too?"\n\n"Er... just one." Even with your newly demonic outlook, this conversation is beyond weird, and you kind of really don't want to be having it but here you are.\n\n"Oh really, is that all? You know dear you inherited your ball size from my side of the family, you really should be draining them as often as possible. Here, would you like to rape Mommy?" she asks kindly, reaching below the drape of her immense tits to unbutton her jeans, before smiling and giving her shoulders a shake, her person-sized boobs wobbling back and forth. "Or would you like Mommy to rape your cocks with her tits, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Rape her.|QOLewdWorld]]\n\n[[Titjob.|QOLewdWorld]]\n\n[[Uhhhhh pass.|QOLewdWorld]]

Really, you think it's about time to make a completely clean break with Allen. If he can't even talk about the idea of going out to eat on Valentine's Day without throwing a tantrum, a box of chocolates isn't going to fix your compatibility issues. Mind made up, you carry the chocolates into the kitchen and drop them in the trash... not unkindly or out of pettiness, but it would be wrong to accept them when you have no intention of returning his affections. You'll let your silence be your answer for now, and be more direct if necessary later on. For now, you've got other activities to plan!\n\nObviously Valentine's Day is mostly a holiday for couples, but to your mind it doesn't necessarily have to be. Isn't it more a day for general romance and celebration of sexiness, at the end of the day? At least it is to your mind! So a party to spark romance, maybe? Or just a... well, a sexy party?\n\nOn the other hand, there's something else you could do for the holiday... actually write a meaningful blog post series. Valentine's Day has sort of been coopted by the restaurants and jewelry companies, at this point, turning it more into either "Obligation Day" or "Trade Diamonds For Blowjobs Day" than a proper holiday, which is a sad thing to your mind. Maybe devoting some extra time and research to really espousing a better and more heartfelt meaning for the holiday would be just the thing to not only help people have a better view of it, but have the nice side effect of generating a lot of positive traffic to your blog!\n\n<hr>\n[[Throw a mixer.|HolVal]]\n\n[[Throw a sexy party.|HolVal]]\n\n[[Focus on your writing.|HolVal]]

Hm. Yes, you can see the value in sticking around for a little while. If nothing else it's comfortable here, and you can sense a lot of potential in the facilities. But you're going to have to have a talk with the two of them, obviously, and establish a few things.\n\n'No time like the present, the longer I leave it the more they'll just get set in their ways,' you decide philosophically, closing your eyes and briefly feeling out the flow of brightness through the walls. Then you're suddenly standing in Alexa's lab, she and Dr. Life quietly talking with each other... until they give a jump at noticing your appearance, wheeling around to face you.\n\n"How did you get in here?! This room is supposed to be shielded!" Alexa blurts, a sort of skittery, loose feeling across your tongue like oiled-up rice. \n\n"It is, but you can't isolate it from the power systems completely or it wouldn't be able to use the massive power grid this place requires," you reply evenly, watching her twitch a little. "But let's just cut to the chase, shall we? I'm sure you two were in the middle of discussing how you were going to handle me. Well the conclusion you need to reach here and now is that you can't."\n\n"Now, Sam," Marie says gently, her tone motherly, raising her hands a bit. "That isn't what this is about, it's-"\n\n"Please stop. I can literally taste it when you're being insincere, and I don't like it." That makes them both blink, and you fix each one with your eyes for a moment before you continue. "Let's lay everything out. I have a level of control over energy that probably can't be accurately measured with any level of science currently on Earth. And since matter is energy, I can shift that to my liking too. Thoughts are also energy, electrical impulses in the brain, which means that mine function at maximum efficiency, leaving me with psionic potential that is, again, likely not able to be measured anywhere on our planet. I am not a 'super-' anything, I am effectively a deity. And as such, if you could stop talking to me like adults speaking to a child, I think that would allow us to move this relationship forward, don't you?"\n\nAlexa and Marie exchange a glance, before Alexa looks back at you and nods slowly. "... That is more than fair, of course. If you're willing to treat us all as equals, especially considering... everything just mentioned... then I think that's for the best."\n\n"Obviously." You nod once. "I have virtually unlimited power, but my experience is limited and I don't have the connections or history you have to work from. So rather than trying to control one another or falling into conflict, let's all just work together for a common goal." You step forward and hold out a hand, which Alexa hesitates only briefly before gripping and giving a shake.\n\n"Very well, Sam. Equals, in everything," she says as you shake hands with Dr. Life as well.\n\n"'Sam' is a very ordinary name, for a very ordinary girl," you assert evenly, ears flicking. "I think at this juncture, it's appropriate to pick a sort of striking moniker... something melodramatic, even a bit pompous, but definitely fitting." You tilt your head down a bit, eyes glowing briefly as you run through a variety of names, before looking up again. "I like 'Ascendant'. It's both accurate and a little pretentious, as these things should be."\n\nMarie actually grins. "I rather like it, actually. You are after all a somewhat ascended version of humanity."\n\nYou can taste a flicker of muddy disdain and chili powder spicy-bitter anger from Alexa for a moment, but she pushes it down. Yes, her thing about being made to feel like humanity is inferior... well, as long as she manages it. After all, she must have realized that at some point if she wanted a god's eye blackened rather than just spat in, she'd need another god to do it. "Alright then, so let's begin preparations for the next move," you announce, nodding once before turning and making your way to the door, intending to take the more standard route back to your room so as not to further ruffle Alexa's feathers. Part of being equals is being considerate, after all.\n\n"We do have several of those in mind," Alexa notes, folding her arms. "I'm sure you have some thoughts of your own, is there any preference?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Gather like minds."|FemPalV]]\n\n[["Develop more technology."|FemPalV11x2]]\n\n[["Blacken God's eye."|FemPalV]]

Interesting thing you learned when you were researching this job online... a lot of forgeries can be almost as valuable as the real thing. It sounds weird, but apparently skilled forgers are considered important artists in their own right, and in other cases like jewelry, even if the forgery isn't by some famous master of deception, they still tended to make them out of <i>actual precious metals</i>. You stop in front of the case, which has a number of baubles, stone artifacts, and jewelry in it, mentally planning to take most of the stuff that's obviously made of actual gold and jewels. Though your focus immediately goes to two of the most prominent pieces in the display, and your main focus in singling out this exhibit. That being, a pair of very similar-looking cat medallions on two different 'fake neck' displays side by side. Hey, you're basically a costumed villain now, right? Gotta go with theming! Both seem to have the same general form factor, with slight differences, just that one looks a lot more aged and rough around the edges, and the other looks practically new. While forming the smart suit's fingertips on your right hand into glasscutters and carefully making a hole, you take a moment to read the placard.\n\n'Here we see two examples of forgeries from different eras, and an example of just how long making forgeries of items has been taking place. The amulet on the right is a modern replica, only a handful of years old, discovered of all places in the sock drawer of an abandoned apartment! This was almost certainly an example of a most likely successful attempt at duping a wealthy tourist to the region, as the amulet is merely in the style of those dedicated to the goddess Bast rather than a sincere attempt at accuracy. But note its similarity to the amulet on the left, which dates to approximately 1325 BCE. Though somewhat more accurate, there are a number of "tells" indicating its inauthenticity, including glyphs that would more accurately translate to the name "Bastarra" than Bast or Bastet. Like the modern example, this forgery was likely intended for wealthy individuals eager to buy an artifact from a much more recently buried pharaoh or noble. This demonstrates just how long people have been trying to bilk the gullible with money to spend on ill-gotten goods!'\n\nYeah, but both are still made of gold, so even if you can't get their full worth as examples of art or history or whatever, you can at least still get melt value. You finish shoveling all the other jewelry into your bag, then wiggle your fingers as you eye the pair of necklaces. Those two displays in particular are on a pressure plate, designed to sound the alarm and lock the wing down if it's activated. However! Your reading on the pressure plate indicates that it's only accurate to within a certain weight... they clearly cut corners figuring no one would particularly bother this display, considering they only bought a plate big enough for the central items. Apparently they figured anyone that took one would take both, or would knock over the 'neck mannequins' they're sitting on in the process... so the plate won't go off if you carefully take only one of them. The question is, which?\n\n<hr>\n[[The old one.|Palladium8x4]]\n\n[[The new one.|PalCat]]

That's where the best and most valuable stuff is, right? Tons of gold and jewels and if anyone tries to call you on stealing it, you can just sniff haughtily and say it was stolen in the first place! (You have no idea how 'stolen' most of it is but who cares about facts when you have righteous indignation?) Snickering, you slip into the large room, decorated with recrations of various temples, pillars, and statues as well as the authentic historical artifacts in their cases.\n\nLuckily this museum isn't big on the whole 'displaying mummies' thing... that might be a bit too creepy and actual-disrespectful for you to take, being in this place in the dark. (You can see fine between your enhanced eyesight and the mask, but still.) In fact the only mummy in here is safely inside its sarcophagus, which is displayed in the center of the room since it's the current Big Thing for this exhibit. Alright, you're in, now which exhibit to 'liberate' for the greater good of your money roll?\n\n<hr>\n[["A History of Forgeries" exhibit.|Palladium8x3]]\n\n[["The Development of Egyptian Gods" exhibit.|PalCat]]\n\n[["Pharaoh Anhephaphorshepsutkamen" exhibit.|PalCat]]

Hey, if Nick Cage can steal the Declaration of Independence while just being normal ol' Nick Cage, surely a cute catboy with lots of fun thieving toys like you can steal a couple of pieces from some regular museum, right? Right. Your logic is ironclad, your decision is made!\n\nOf course you're not so dim as to think you can just Mission Impossible drop yourself through a skylight and snag whatever you want while avoiding a few lasers. You need to do recon, and that means... actually visiting a few museums. Meh. Oh well, no doubt it'll be way more thrilling when you're considering how to get stuff out of the cases and run off with them for real, rather than just imagining it for fun.\n\nThe first few places you go are mainly art museums, and you fairly quickly write them off. Not only do you currently have no idea how to fence art for the proper price, most of it's too big to carry in and out easily and the security's strong enough to make both of those things not worth it. Maybe if you were cool enough to actually pull off a trilby without looking like an idiot you could manage it, but there are precious few people so cool.\n\nThe same goes for the natural history museum... you don't have the hookups to sell fossils and amber insects, and most of the historical artifacts are things like excavated knives and tomahawks and such. Probably valuable, but again, only if you had the right someone to sell them to.\n\nLuckily you finally find the Palladium City Museum of Global History & Culture. It has a little bit of everything, but even more importantly, it has plenty of displays of jewels, jewelry, and other small but obviously valuable items that would be fairly easy for you to both extract and sell. Before you're even through taking the guided tour, you know this is the one... which is why you slip away from said tour, ducking and avoiding cameras and finding an employee computer you can hook into. The tools installed in your phone help you quickly bypass the security (which is pretty weak at this spot anyway since only employees are supposed to be here) and download a map of the museum that has notes on all the security measures installed. That done, you quickly make your way back and rejoin the tour, the faux-enthusiastic guide likely never having noticed you were gone.\n\nAgain, you realize you can't just go charging in, which means... studying. Sigh. You look up the various security measures and the models that are used, researching their vulnerabilities. It's not the most exciting thing in the world... until you remind yourself that this studying is for a museum heist. Then it gets pretty exciting! Your better sense nags at you that you need to decide very precisely what to take and get in, get it, and get out, but the steadily more dedicated thrillseeker inside you says nah, just prepare for the whole thing and decide what you want to steal when you get there... it's more fun that way!\n\nFinally, the big night arrives. You studied the guards assigned to each night and found one who always eats dinner at the same cafe before his shift, to the point that they have a coffee mug with his name on it. Sneaking in while the cafe's closed the night before, you line the coffee cup with a liquid laxitive and put it back. (You considered making a mash of sleeping pills but were worried that you might overdose him and put him in a coma or stop his heart or something. Figure the absolute worst thing that happens here if you overdose him is he gets dehydrated. ... Figure.) There will be other guards in the building, of course, but they're covering areas like the administration offices, storage, and shops... this guard watches the cameras that cover the majority of the museum, and if you estimate right, he'll spend most of his shift in the bathroom near his desk instead.\n\nYou make your way to the museum, specifically one of the back areas typically used for deliveries. You slink under the blind spot of the camera, then take out your 'guard tester'... a long pointer stick with a sign that says HI I'M HERE TO ROB THE PLACE! stuck on the end. You lift the sign up in front of the camera, tensed and ready to run the moment you hear anything, cat ears perked high and tail lashing. But minutes go by and... nothing. Good, looks like he's already busy playing Game of Porcelain Thrones. Tossing the sign and stick in a nearby dumpster (you made sure not to leave prints on either), you turn towards the air vent on the wall nearby. ... No, you're not going to climb through it. You had the idea, frankly, but they're almost all too small. No, you're using this one because the actual hookup was removed years ago for maintenance and apparently never put back, despite various notes pointing out this needs to be done having been left. You work the cover off, then slide your arm through... the opening's barely big enough that you could maybe get your head through otherwise. (Hm, you wonder if you could get through there anyway? Haven't you heard that cats can get through any hole their head goes through? ... Wait, no, you still have a collarbone, so you probably didn't get that cat power.) Anyway, getting your arm through is enough that you can swing the weight on the end of a thin rope that you made, flinging it over to the door handle. Once you hear the door click, you have to drop the string and make a headlong rush through the door... it can only be open for four seconds before you need to input the alarm code or it will go off! Luckily once you slam the door closed from inside and wait, panting and with ears twitching, there's no sirens or shouting from within. You made it!\n\nRealizing that arguably the hardest part is behind you... that of actually getting inside the museum and all but assuring you won't be spotted in mid-thieving... you can't help but start feeling rather smug. (Hm... 'Smug Kitty'? ... Eh, little too cutesy.) Yes! You can totally pull this off! You still duck and dive the cameras, mostly just to avoid being caught on tape any more than necessary than fear of detection, which means you can move a lot faster. Soon you're out of the back areas and into the museum proper. Now to make your way to...\n\n<hr>\n[[The Egypt exhibit.|Palladium8x2]]\n\n[[The Native American exhibit.|PalCat]]\n\n[[The Pre-History Exhibit.|PalCat]]\n\n[[The 'Weirder Stuff' Exhibit.|PalCat]]

You wander over towards the library's selection of gaming books, mostly tabletop game books, some from the early days of dice-rolling in parents' basements, remarkably well-preserved considering they're library books that routinely venture into territory heavily laden with soda and cheetos. You ponder the racks, considering that maybe starting a new game up could get everybody feeling a bit better about getting together. Especially if you played something either totally stereotypical... or something completely atypical, that might work, too.\n\nLet's see, where to start...?\n\n<hr>\n[[The Complete Rogue.|GGRogueStart]]\n\n[[The Complete Warrior.|GGWarStart]]\n\n[[The Complete Bard.|GGBardStart]]\n\n[[The Complete Mage.|GGMageStart]]\n\n[[The Complete Monk.|GGMonkStart]]\n\n[[Savage Species: Monstrous PCs.|GGMonsterStart]]\n\n[[MagiSpace: Adventures in the Void|GGMSStart]]

"I, uh... I guess so." Welp. Sounds like if you're gonna keep up this story about being a long-lost Bastian eager to learn about your new culture, you're gonna have to... have sex with another boy. ... Probably repeatedly. Maybe often. Swallowing but trying to hide your nervousness, you shrug out of the jacket and then urge your suit to retract into your collar, your half-hard cock flopping against the front of your crotch as you lay down in the bed on your back.\n\n"Now, like I said, you just relax and let me do eeeeverything," Kio literally purrs as he sinks down onto his knees between your legs, leaning forward and low, pert butt raised high in the air with his flicking tail inexorably drawing your attention to it. Of course you quickly wind up looking back at his face, blue eyes fixed on your face as he cups his hand around your shaft and leans in to place his lips against the base of it. You almost jump, not just at the feel of warm, soft lips and a hot, wet mouth touching you, but at the faint, almost subliminal vibration of his purring that touches it. He giggles a little at your reaction. "Don't be so nervous, Eric! Gosh, like I said, I'm gonna be the one to do all the work! You're getting nice and hard though," he adds in a coo, since your cock is indeed getting stiffer, and moreso with every little faintly vibrating kiss he places along it.\n\nSoon Kio is alternating between closing his eyes and looking up at you with those pretty blue orbs as he sucks at your balls, one soft, delicate hand stroking your cock as he does. Despite his urgings to relax, you can't help but squirm, your ears flicking and tail twitching beneath you. The thing is, it... it feels <i>really</i> good. Kio's obviously done this quite a bit and knows what he's doing... you find a low, steady thrum beginning in your own chest and throat, feeling sort of like when a heavy bass beat from a speaker goes right through you but... but it just feels good. Now purring as well, you look down at Kio returning to kissing and licking at your shaft, ass in the air, one hand clearly between his own legs and stroking his own stiff, slender prick. Biting your lower lip, you reach out and lay your hands on his head just as he's sliding his mouth down over your cockhead and starting to take more of the shaft in, scratching around his soft red ears. Both of you let out moans, Kio from how good the ear-scratches apparently feel, and you from the amped-up vibration of his increased purrs around your cock as they shudder through his lips and cheeks and tongue. \n\nIt gets harder and harder to pay attention to what Kio's actually doing as the pleasure grows, leaving you slumping back against the (really ridiculously comfortable) bed and closing your eyes, moaning and mewling as Kio bobs his head over your prick, slightly rough tongue dextrously working over you with affection and experience. When you woke up today, 'getting a blowjob from another boy' really wasn't even one of the conceivable things on your agenda, but you're kind of starting to wish it had been. His fingers gently ply against your balls as if urging you to empty them into his soft, sucking, thrumming mouth as his pretty lips slide back and forth along your shaft, but you're still able to whisper out something vaguely like a warning before you spill, your cock twitching against his tongue as you shoot into his mouth. Kio never stops bobbing his head, just looking rather smug from the glitter in his eyes and curve of his lips as he swallows down your load.\n\nYou pant softly, closing your eyes from watching him as he straightens up and gives his hair a little flick with both hands. Then you open them again with a surprised blink as you find yourself being turned over onto your stomach, Kio's arms surprisingly strong and his hands quite gentle as he smoothly and easily repositions you before you know what's happening. 'Wait, when he said he'd do all the work, he meant-!'\n\nAnd then you feel the other catboy's lubed-up prick pushing inside you, making you gasp loudly. You quickly bring your hands, fingers curled, up in front of your face, peeking almost shyly over your shoulder at Kio as he penetrates you, propped up on both hands. He's smiling somewhere between smug and serene as he continues the slow press of his hips, whatever slick layer of lube he used allowing him to push in smoothly despite your virgin tightness. You shiver, letting out noises that you'd never imagined yourself making, even more kittenish mewls than before at the feeling of that hot, throbbing length pushing inside you, a shuddery breath at the soft brush and pressure of his balls against yours as he pushes all the way in, little gasps and suppressed moans as he begins slowly, gently pumping in and out of you.\n\n"Hmmmm, you suuure are making a ton of super cute noises, Eric," Kio coos down at you, his voice resonating with his purr that seems to have almost synced to your own. He leans down and nibbles gently at your ear, making you cry out softly at the shiver it sends through your entire body, and subsequently whimper at the way it makes your ass squeeze firm around him. "Is this maaaaaybe your first time getting fucked?"\n\n"Y-... yes," you admit, your blush darkening as you look up at him shyly again, before pressing your face back to the bed in embarrassment.\n\n"Awwww, that's a big deal, though!" he murmurs, licking your ear gently and making it flick as well as you giving a muffled whimper into the bed. "I've gotta make sure to take even better care of you if I'm your first! Don't worry, I'll fuck you reeeeeal good and make sure you cum," he adds in a proud, sensual murmur right in your ear, making you shiver again before he wiggles his hips a little, starting to use a different roll of them as he thrusts.\n\nNow you can feel him rubbing and pressing against something inside you every time, turning your gasps into little cries of pleasure, your cock twitching between your belly and the soft padding of the bed every time. Kio's still using a slow, smooth, gentle pace though, apparently feeling it's how best to take care of you when you're tired, meaning that your cries gradually settle back into soft, moaning exhales. You sound... you sound so slutty in your own ears, the noises somehow perfectly conveying the feeling of a naughty femboy who loves getting fucked in the ass. But... you can't help it, it feels so good, it feels so good...!\n\n"It feels good, right?" Kio cuts in right on your thoughts, voice still a low, sensuous purr as he nuzzles at your hair and ears, now rubbing his entire slender, nude body against yours as he thrusts. "You like it, right?"\n\n"It... it feels really good," you admit with a soft mewl. You feel a shudder in your body, letting out a whimper of, "I'm... I'm gonna cum," and a moment later adding, without realizing you were about to say it, "Cum in me... want you to cum in me..."\n\n"I wiiiill, right after you do, promiiiise!" he giggles back, kissing the base of one of your ears.\n\nThat's really all you can take, and you let out a soft, sweet cry as your cock twitches, spurting a second load against your belly and the bed. When you do, you feel yourself squeeze tight around Kio, and whatever spot he was pressing against gets hit harder and your whole body lights up with the pleasure, even more cum pouring out of you as you orgasm from both your cock and ass, legs shuddering, eyes rolling, ears twitching and tail lashing. Distantly you can hear Kio giving his own sweet, almost girlish moan and feel him throbbing inside you, wet heat spreading deeper and deeper into your quivering hole. \n\nYou sort of white out for awhile, but when you do come back to yourself, you're laying on your side, and Kio's slipping up face-to-face with you, his still mostly-hard cock rubbing against your mostly-soft one as he snuggles up against your front, arms sliding around you. Without really thinking about it, you put your arms around him as well, and he almost immediately starts purring again, nuzzling against your neck and shoulder, which sets off your own purr. "Mmm, I'd ask if you had a good time, but I thiiink that was pretty obvious, heheh." He surprises you again as he gives you a quick, playful kiss on the lips, then tucks his head back against you. "Now, you need your sleep! Let's snooze!"\n\nYou'd expect to be awake for quite awhile trying to wrap your head around everything that's happened, from your museum heist turning into an alien abduction turning into a bout of gay sex, but between your actual exhaustion and the intensity of the orgasm you had, you drift off between blinks almost immediately, unconsciously snuggling in closer to Kio as well.\n\nWhen you wake up, it's to find Kio proffering you another glass of milk, which you accept while he walks over to a corner of the room and presses a few buttons. A little border rises from the floor several inches, before warm water starts spraying down from the ceiling... none of it seems to go beyond the raised part of the floor, so you guess that activates some sort of field that keeps the water in. "C'mon, let's get cleaned up and then we'll go to the cafeteria!" he chirps, stepping under the water.\n\n'I'm glad these cats don't hate getting wet, I'd hate to think I couldn't wash up,' you think as you finish off the milk. Since Kio's beckoning to you, it's clear that he doesn't mean for you to wait your turn, so after only a second's hesitation you step into the shower with him. It's not quite cramped, per-se, but it does wind up with the two of you's hot, wet bodies rubbing and brushing up against each other quite a bit. Soon the both of you's cocks are quite hard, and with a giggle Kio steps in closer, using one hand to press his shaft against yours, giving a few strokes to rub them together. "They're almost exactly the same length! It's so cuuute!" he coos, putting his other hand to his cheek.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiss him, then push him up against the shower wall.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Kiss him, then lean up against the shower wall.|PalCat]]\n\n[[Just let him do whatever, but don't initiate.|PalCat]]

"Uh, well, my Queen..." Thinking fast, you clear your throat and then continue. "The truth is, I was born on Earth."\n\n"Oh?" Queen Bastarra frowns a little more seriously. "Is that so?"\n\n"Yes, and only about sixteen years ago. I was never told about you or any of this... I mean, I knew I was different, and I wound up leaving home about half a year ago, and only recently started to come into my own with my abilities as a, you know, a catperson as I thought of it." You give your ears and tail a deliberate flick before continuing. "I was drawn to the display of the necklace in an Earth museum, but I didn't really know what it was until just now, this ship appearing in the sky took me completely by surprise."\n\nAll of which is technically true, but leaves out the fact that you weren't actually born a catboy. Still, Queen Bastarra doesn't seem to have pounced on that little weakness in your story, instead rubbing her chin as she looks thoughtfully at you. Eventually, to your relief, she nods once. "I see, I see. You know nothing of your Bastian heritage, you poor thing. The most superior form of life in the universe and you know nothing of our ways. Well, worry not, you shall now be enfolded in the loving embrace of your own people." She actually gives you a practically angelic smile, closing her eyes and bowing her head as she folds her hands over her lifted-and-separated breasts. "For it is a poor queen who does not reclaim her own. Speaking of which, are there any other stranded Bastian descendants we should look for on this world?"\n\n"I can't say I know of any, my Queen," you answer in all honesty.\n\n"Very well then. We shall set course back to Bastion for now. We shall wait for any further debriefing about the current state of Earth until you have had some time to get to know your own people and culture, as is proper. Kio!"\n\n"Yes, Queen!" the boy next to you chirps, even his ears and tail standing at attention.\n\n"You will be in charge of..." She trails off, her expression briefly turning sharp as she looks at you, as if it were your fault she hadn't asked for your name until now.\n\n"Eric," you hurry to supply.\n\n"What an odd name. Kio, you will be in charge of Eric until further notice. Make him comfortable in your quarters and oversee his stay until we arrive back on Bastion. I'll decide what's to be done then."\n\n"Yes, Queen! Okay, Eric, c'mon, let's go," Kio says, beckoning you with one hand as he turns and heads for the door again. As the two of you go back into the hall, he almost pouts at you. "Hey, how come you didn't tell me you didn't know what was going on? That was kinda embarrassiiiing!" He gives a wiggle that starts at his shoulders and goes all the way down to his pert butt, tail flicking back and forth. "I could have told the Queen that you were a stray from the start!"\n\n"S-sorry, I was basically in shock when I appeared in that room and you were standing over me," you explain, which is definitely very true.\n\n"... Ohhh yeaaaah, I guess that would all be pretty wild if you had no idea you weren't actually an Earthling, huuuh?" Kio muses aloud, glancing upward and thumping his fist against his palm, apparently just now thinking through the implications of you never having seen a starship before. "Ooo, that means it was definitely your first time being transmatted, too, you must be pretty tired."\n\nNow that he mentions it, you do feel even more run-down than even all your activity at the museum would account for. Giving him a heavy nod as your ears and tail droop, you allow Kio to snag your wrist and tug you along, until you arrive at his quarters. It's a little more starship and a little less pyramid in here, though it's still both Egyptian and feline-themed. Kio heads to a slot in the wall and taps some buttons, then hands you the glass of milk that materializes. Nodding gratefully, you accept it and take a look around. Spotting what looks like one of those really big pet pillow-based beds in a deep maroon color, you tilt your head. "Ah, is that the bed?"\n\n"Oh, for sure! You poor stray, you've probably never gotten to sleep on a proper Bastian bed before, have you?" Kio asks with another pout, actually rubbing you between your ears.\n\nYour ears briefly flatten at the presumption, although you also have to admit that feels pretty good. Then another thought occurs as you pass the now empty glass back to him. "There's only one, though."\n\n"Hmmm? 'Course there is, it's usually my private quarters!" Kio answers as he tucks the glass back into the slot, allowing it to disappear. "But it's plenty big enough, and don't worry, I'll do all the work tonight! You can just enjoy!"\n\n"Just en-?" Your question cuts off as, much like your own suit does, Kio's retracts into his collar, leaving him naked in a matter of seconds. His slender cock juts out in front of him, stiff and obviously eager to begin.\n\n"Mm-hmmm! Just get out of that cool jacket and retract your suit, and lay back! ... Ohhh, is this not typical among boys on Earth?" Kio purses his (admittedly pretty) lips and puts a fingertip to his lower one. Then he smiles brightly and shrugs. "Well, Bastian boys fool around all the time! Especially if we're going to be sharing a bed, it's the host's job to make sure the guest feels good! That's just basic hospitality! Best you start learning the proper traditions of your true people now, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Uh... right?|Palladium8x7]]\n\n[[For sure! ♥|PalCat]]\n\n[[... Pass.|PalCat]]

"Um. Right, sure," you murmur, accepting his hand and letting him help you to your feet. You settle into a walk beside him as he starts leading you through what looks like a cross between a pyramid passageway in a movie and, well, a starship hallway in a movie. Lots of shiny stuff and glowing lights and panels set in the walls, also lots of heiroglypics and things being patterned like stone blocks. It's even lit by sleek, glowing lighting fixtures on the wall that nevertheless seem designed to emulate flickering torchlight.\n\n"My name's Kio, I'm one of the Queen's favorites," the redhead brags as he leads you along, tail flicking back and forth with an air of smugness as his ears give a proud twitch. "Man, we haven't been to Earth in foreeeeever, I bet the Queen's gonna be really interested in your report!"\n\n"Queen... Bastarra, right?" you murmur, glancing aside as another catboy in a glowing rubber suit prances by carrying what looks like a miniature Ark of the Covenant.\n\n"Well, duh," Kio snorts, glancing aside at you with a roll of the eyes. "Who'd you think picked you up when you activated the signal beacon, that jerk King Anubistar? Don't even mention that guy around the queen, she'll tooootally go off on a rant."\n\nWhile briefly distracted from your other confusion by the fact that these people haven't visited Earth in thousands of years but still developed 'duh' in their language, the large elaborate doors at the end of the hallway slide open. Something that looks like a cross between a throne room and a starship bridge is beyond, featuring a number of catboys (and a few catgirls) sitting at Egyptian-themed computer boards, as well as a large rectangular window looking out on a starfield. (They must have gone back up into space after picking you up?) The whole room is arranged around a dais on which sits a large, elaborate throne, which swivels around to reveal who is obviously in charge here.\n\nHer hair is long, black, and straight, with pantherlike feline ears atop her head. Her eyes are a bright yellow with slit pupils, though as they fix on you they flash blue briefly, making a little shiver run down your spine for some reason. She's gorgeous, with creamed-coffee skin, with large breasts (though nowhere near as big as Dr. Life's, you admit), a slender waist and fairly sleek hips, and long, perfect legs, one folded over the other. Though she's wearing a bodysuit like everyone else, it's almost completely transparent, visible only by the shine it gives in the subdued faux-torchlight of the room. She's otherwise covered only by a pair of engraved golden disks over her nipples, and a white flap in front and back that similarly attaches to little golden circles on the front of her crotch and small of her back. She's also got on golden bracers and anklets, and a crown, all of it in the expected faux Egyptian style with a cat theme.\n\n"So it's true, one of our own really has been on Earth all this time." Queen Bastarra (obviously) rises from her throne, resting her bare hands on her transparently-sheathed hips as she eyes you. "Alright then, speak up, scout. Tell us how you were left behind, and how you survived all this time. Did you have your sleepcophagus with you? Did you manage to synthesize extension drugs with local materials? Why didn't you activate the homing beacon before now? Out with it, boy, I am impatient to be informed."\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell the truth.|PalCat1x1]]\n\n[[Lie like a rug.|PalCat]]\n\n[[Obi-Wan it.|Palladium8x6]]

Gotta figure that one has more value just by virtue of being way, way older. You still don't have a particularly good way to get proper value out of that, but hell, even if you do wind up selling it for melt value, it's pretty much the exact same size as the other... might as well take the more valuable one even if you can't get the full money out of it.\n\nAs you lift the segmented necklace up and off its display, you could swear the little diamond eyes set in the cat's face flash blue for a moment. Hm? ... Eh, must have been a trick of the light. Tucking the necklace into your bag and reseating it on your back, you duck and weave back through the cameras to your exit point. Ideally they won't even figure out how you came in and you can come back sometime in the future! And even if they do, eh, you can find a new vulnerability, that's what makes it fun!\n\nOnce you're a few blocks away, you take off your mask and give a 'phew!', grinning as you tuck it in your backpack and take out the necklace. Ha! You totally got away with it! ... Hm, are the eyes shining again? They're definitely blue, wonder if they're some special type of glass or actual diamonds or-\n\nThere's a <i>vwarm</i> noise and suddenly you're bathed in bright blue light all around. Giving a rather mew-like yelp, you jump slightly and look around for the cop car you're expecting, but then look up... and your jaw drops at the sight of a large, floating pyramid made of gold and covered with glowing blue lines. Then you're suddenly floating up off your feet, flailing your limbs around with a "Nyoh-oh-whoooooa!" as you're drawn closer and closer in towards the source of the pillar of light around you, until you feel the very strange sensation of briefly flickering out of existence.\n\nWhen you flicker back in (you think instantly), you're facing up instead of down, dropping to the ground with a "NYOOF!", almost dropping your bag and the necklace. Wincing, you sit up... and almost bump heads with someone who was leaning down to look at you. Both of you jerk back, cat ears atop your heads twitching and standing up, tails sticking out and fluffing somewhat.\n\nBecause you find yourself face-to-face with another catboy. He's standing with his feet apart, hands on his hips, and leaned forward eyeing you curiously. His hair, ears, and tail are a rich shade of red you wouldn't think is normally found in nature, and his eyes are blue. He seems to be around your age and with a similar sleek build. Heck, he's even wearing a very similar rubber-like bodysuit, albeit his is patterned with little red triangles with a cyan glow between them, but otherwise is nearly identical, right down to the round bulge at the front of his crotch.\n\n"Hmmmm," he says, looking you up and down, before smirking kittenishly. "Wow, I didn't believe it, but I guess someone <i>did</i> get left behind all those years ago! This looks kind of cool, actually," he notes, reaching down to tug at the lapel of your jacket. "Maybe the queen will let me get one if I ask super nice! Nyeheheh, yeah, I'd look good in this for sure," he declares, nodding firmly as he straightens up, then offers you a hand. "Well, come on, abandoned scout! Let's go see Queen Bastarra and you can tell her what's been up on Earth all these years!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait WHAT?!|PalCat]]\n\n[[Uhhhhh... 'kaaaaaay.|Palladium8x5]]

Mentally giving yourself a shake, you pull your eyes back forward and to Jonny's face. They said things would be casual, and so far they've kept their part of the bargain. Grabbing someone's cock isn't casual. Setting down your current beer and deciding you've had enough, you try to keep your focus on the conversation.\n\nOddly, the longer it goes on, the less difficult it is. You just sort of... get used to sitting there naked with a bunch of equally naked attractive horsemen with hardons. You find yourself still noticing, even glancing appreciatively when one of them will shift in his seat and his cock will wobble around, but it's not as overwhelming as it was. You find you can enjoy the view without being overwhelmed by it, which is... nice.\n\nEventually, however, Donny glances at a wall clock. "Oop, guys, we better go. Especially if we wanna have time to get cleaned up and take care of these," he adds with a bemused grin, glancing down at his own lap. "Before we get back on duty. Don't wanna get a scolding from one of the managers."\n\n"Again," Ronny mutters, pushing to his feet and heading for the door, his balls hanging low and cock leading the way.\n\n"Thanks for hanging with us, Sam," Donny adds, leaning in and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before standing and following his brother.\n\n"My pleasure," you answer cheerfully, enjoying the view of their round, firm asses as they walk away.\n\nJonny stands and walks over, and you gaze appreciatively at his cock since it's so close to eye-level, not bothering to hide it now... that last hour, everyone was both looking at and complimenting things fairly openly. He smiles down at you, resting his hands on his bare hips, unashamed of "pointing" at you. "Hey, Sam, listen. Tonight after the park closes, a bunch of us who work here and have, y'know... similar interests... are getting together."\n\n"Similar interests such as... sitting around naked looking at each other?" you prompt, giggling a little.\n\n"Well, and being casual about other things, too." He waggles where his eyebrows would be if he actually had any. "It's that sort of party, I guess I'm saying. If you want to come, ah, that is... well, if you want to come," he continues with a chuckle. "I'd really like you to be my guest."\n\nThen you could swear he actually blushes a little as he glances to the side, rubbing the back of his head. "Or... or you know, if a party's not really your speed, maybe we could do something just the two of us."\n\nHis cock pointing right at you doesn't faze you anymore, but that does make you blush a bit. Somehow going on a private date with him seems somehow more... intimate... than being his personal guest at what's apparently going to be at least a small orgy. What to say...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell him you'll attend the party.|DRJplaceholder]]\n\n[[Tell him you'll go on a date with him.|DRJplaceholder]]\n\n[[Tell him you'd rather just fuck right now.|DRJplaceholder]]\n\n[[Tell him you'll pass.|DRJ4x1]]

You open and close your mouth several times, then let your head slump, silently accepting the situation you've apparently gotten yourself into. Edwina gently puts an arm around your shoulders, guiding you to turn and follow her back to the door, where a uniformed guard (with grey skin and a very square head) is now waiting and beckons you both to follow him. "It's not exactly what we wanted, but this might work out for the best," Edwina says gently.\n\nYou can't help but laugh bitterly. "How is getting sent to the nut house for the best?"\n\n"Now now, it's not a 'nut house', it's a very reputable facility, I've visited clients there before. But you were looking at five years on a rehab colony before... this sentence has no mandatory length. Just keep your head down, cooperate with the doctors, and satisfy them that you're not actually violent or a threat to others. I would put an optimistic estimate that you could be discharged within three months."\n\nThat makes you perk up a little, looking over at her. "And then I can go home?"\n\n"Affording passage back to Earth might be a little trickier without the salary," she admits with a slight sigh. "But tomorrow I'll file a claim for disability... they'll find it hard to argue since the judges themselves decided to declare you to have a mental illness. Hopefully I can get a severance package attached to your medical discharge from the Rangers that will allow you to afford passage back to Earth. But in any event, I promise that I will not abandon you. The Allied Systems Government may have assigned me to you, but you are my client now, and I never turn my back on a client."\n\nYou manage a wan smile at her. "Thanks, Miz Echchizrak."\n\n"It's Ekchisarak, but thank you very much for trying." She pauses as the guard stops, then says, "Go with the bailiff now, Cyan. I'll probably see you in about a week for a check-in."\n\nYou nod, following the guard down a hallway that splits off at a right angle. Eventually he stops and presses a button next to a door, which slides open to reveal what looks like a decent-sized bathroom with open space in the middle. "Once the door has closed, please remove all garments and place them in the marked bin," he says formally, though not particularly unkindly. "Then step into the shower area, where cleansing liquid will dispense, please coat yourself thoroughly and then wait for the rinse and drying cycles. Step out of the shower and dress in the clothing next to the sink. An AI will be monitoring the room for any suspicious activities but you are otherwise not being watched. Once you're done, step up to the door and we'll go to the transport."\n\nNodding, you step into the room and let the door closed behind you. You take a few moments to just feel very lost and alone and afraid, before a bit mechanically stripping out of the tanktop and pants... the collar, though you try tugging a few times, doesn't budge, so obviously that's not included in the request to disrobe. Naked, you step into the doorless shower stall and move to the center, waiting, then yelp as a rain of what you can only call slime dribbles down on you, plopping thickly into your hair and smearing over your skin. The texture is rather gross... a little liquid but also a wobbly sort of solid, and faintly warm as you unenthusiastically smear it across your bare breasts, leaving gooey green finger-trails on them as you rub it into your stomach and hips, bending down to do your legs and twitching a little as a glob of it manages to hit directly on your upturned bare pucker. Straightening up and holding your dripping fingers and hands out from yourself, you wait for the slime to stop... then sigh in relief as it's replaced by a steady stream of lukewarm water, enough that it's rather like a heavy rainfall. You rub and swipe at yourself to help it get the slime-soap off, the stuff briefly turning an even gooier level of slick before it finally starts rinsing off completely, leaving you almost literally squeaky-clean. You yelp and jump as, about two seconds after the water stops, jets of warmish air hit you from all around, ruffling your hair and blowing right on several sensitive spots, making you squirm.\n\nStill, once the airjets stop, you seem to be completely dry, without a trace of either slime or water left. You step out of the shower and look in the mirror over the sink, making a bit of a face as you realize that the stuff apparently washed the dye out of your hair. Your hair's mostly dry but still just vaguely damp enough that you manage to comb it down with your fingers and hands, before turning your attention to the pile of white cloth beside the sink. On top is a sports-style bra and simple panties, both of which you put on, before stepping into the plain, scrubs-style pants... the band stretches like elastic, despite looking solid, and fits against your waist once you've got it on. The top is almost more like a jacket, with squarish shoulders and rather tubelike long sleeves and a high collar, with a long flap that fastens across the front. Once you do it up, a panel reading 'Patient' in yellow and your picture below that appears on the left side of the chest. You pull on the pair of white slippers that are resting nearby on the counter, then take a few deep breaths before walking back to the door and waiting for it to slide open.\n\nThe bailiff leads you down a few more hallways, before the door in front of him at the end of one slides open. You actually see open sky and clouds... both of which are slightly the wrong shades of blue and white... as well as the tops of buildings. He shows you outside, along a wide path with a rail at the sides, since beyond that is the sides of the very, very tall building you just walked out of, the landing pad extending out from it. All around you are more skyscrapers, and wow you are really high up. No wonder they don't bother to cuff anyone or have more guards... besides the collar (which you have little doubt could shock you to the floor), someone would have to be suicidal or extremely, extremely desperate to try getting away up here.\n\nYup. Reeeeeeally desperate.\n\n<hr>\n[[Good thing you're not that desperate!|GGSR]]\n\n[[... Hup.|GGSR]]

"I, um... I think I'd kind of like to stick with... the dog one," you murmur in embarrassment, blushing and ducking your head. "It's just... ... it feels really good, the point, and the knot, and..." You trail off, unable to continue admitting how good the dog dildo feels.\n\n"Heheh, sounds like you might be hooked!" Liam outright giggles now, gripping the base of the dildo inside you and slowly pulling on it, making you whimper softly and then gasp when the knot pops back out of you... then moan loudly as he starts fucking you with it again, starting off slow and smooth but building to a faster pace much more quickly this time. "I guess you like what you like, huh? That's fiiiine. We can still work with that too... you know, I've even got a wolf one..."\n\nThe wolf one winds up being the last he uses for the day after several slight variations on the original (and a break for lunch), and the feeling of its much larger, scooped head slipping inside you, its vein-riddled fat shaft, and its much larger, more sectioned knot finally popping inside you makes you cum so hard you almost pass out. Liam spends a good long while rubbing your back and sides and making soft, supportive voices until you come back to your right mind. Eventually you manage to wobble down the hall on rubbery legs, shower, and then depart for dinner, having scheduled another 'play date' for a few days from now, on a day when you only have one class early in the morning.\n\nAnd so it continues for the next few months, almost every week spending a good chunk of a day (or at the very least a few hours) on all fours on Liam's bed (or sometimes the floor) having his canine dildos pumping into your ass. He often has new ones to try, saying they're of different breeds... some of them are smaller than others, but at this point all the different feelings, the slight differences in shape, and overall just the whole experience, being coaxed into intense knot-induced orgasms with those lewd, indecent dildos filling your ass followed by Liam gently coaxing you through it... you spend a lot of your time when you're not on all fours in his room thinking about being on all fours in his room, or at least going to see him again. He's insisted that he'll only continue your "play dates" if you keep your grades up and try to keep at least some amount of a social life, for some reason, so you study (sometimes with his or Allen's help), you go out to events, because you know that at least once a week you'll get that reward of a rubber dog dick in your ass. It's taken to a whole other level when he starts using ones with tubes in them that can pump lube into you when he knots you... the feeling of the warmed liquid spreading inside you when that knot pops in, it's just... addictive.\n\nOne afternoon as you're stripping down for a session intended to last until evening, Liam is grinning more cheekily than usual. You notice that unusually for him, he's wearing pants and not much else, though there is a bulge in the front. (You've grown accustomed to seeing his cock stiff in his panties, admittedly.) "So, since you're soooo hooked on a particular thing, I decided to design something new and fun," he explains, eyes sparkling.\n\n"... New?" you ask, feeling a bit of trepidation... and also a surge of excitement that has your heart beating faster and your cock twitching just a bit.\n\nLiam giggles, and undoes the pants, letting them drop, and letting that bulge spring forward... and leaving you staring. No panties today, for sure... instead what looks an awful lot like a big red dog cock is jutting from Liam's crotch. Of course, it's still clearly made of rubber, and you can see the base of it where it rests around the root of his own cock. It has several straps that loop around his waist and legs and even the base of his balls, apparently fixing it in place. He shakes his hips back and forth excitedly, making it wobble, your eyes tracking it with a mix of alarm and arousal. "You like? I didn't exactly come up with the idea, but I do think I've made some nice improvements on the design! Plus since it's perfectly fitted just for me, it's super comfortable and won't go slipping off!"\n\n"Uh... it's... it's..." You're honestly lost for words.\n\n"Mm, this way you can finally get really <i>fucked</i> by the dog dildo you like so much. It'll be on a whole other level than just me using my hands to move it, trust me!" He snickers some, tapping his cheek with an index finger. "And, well, admittedly, isn't it about time I got some extra fun out of these sessions too? But if you're <i>still</i> worried about being with another guy, just tell yourself that it's just me using another dildo on you, since that's basically what it is, riiiight?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GwynLiam]]

"Let's start with names," you say, fishing a bit of cloth out of your belt pouch and fastening it around his middle as an impromptu towel... though it leaves one of his hips mostly bare and isn't quite long enough. Oh~ well~. "Mine's Cyan. Yours is...?"\n\n"Hassat," he grumbles as you move around in front of him.\n\n"Alright, Hassat. Now, some of the stuff I've seen in your wards and whatnot leads me to believe you may have been up to some bad stuff. So what we're gonna do is, you're gonna come back to the nearest town with me and my friends. If there's been some male Drow mage bopping about terrorizing people, I'm sure they'll have heard of it. If they haven't, I'll set you free with my apologies. If you have, we turn you over to the authorities, and I come back here and sell everything that's not nailed down, then I pry that stuff up and sell it."\n\nHassat's lip curls in a sneer. "A likely story. If your 'friends' don't kill me for being a Drow, human townsfolk surely will."\n\n"Hey. Hey hey hey." You pat his cheek firmly several times. "No one's killing anyone for being a Drow today, alright? If you get killed it will be because you were an asshat, Hassat." You snicker a little, then wink at him. "But I promise you a fair trial. If I don't think you're getting one, I'll set you free myself and make sure you escape."\n\n"... Hardly seems a fair trial anyway, considering you've no evidence I've done anything wrong other than my wards, but since it appears I have no other choice, very well," he grumbles. "I accept your promise."\n\n"Okay, let's go." You turn him around, then lightly rest the point of your dagger against his skin. "Juuuust for insurance."\n\nOnce you've had him point out his bedroom and let him pick out a pair of pants and an open-sided tunic (and checked both for enchantments, hidden pockets, and so on), you escort him back out of the living area and along the tunnel. By the time you arrive at the meeting point, everyone else has too, most of them looking a bit rumpled and annoyed. Looks like they all came up a lot more empty-handed than you. However, at the sight of Hassat, they all leap to attention, Ulf snarling and brandishing his axe. "I'll have its head off!"\n\n"Whoa, whoa, easy guys!" You wave a hand to plead for calm. "No beheading my prisoner, okay? That's just not kosh-... right."\n\n"The only reason to take a Drow prisoner is to make the execution cleaner," Konrad asserts, frowning as he shifts his grip on his sword.\n\n"A most wily race, full of tricks and capable of long-burning hatred few other humanoids are," Zadaan murmurs, shaking his head. "If he were to escape or be set free, you might find him planting a knife in your great-grandchild one day."\n\n"Cyan, I would never, ever normally suggest killing a prisoner," Alanna murmurs, the white-eyed, mocha-skinned woman turning her gaze towards you. "But... he is a Drow," she adds, sounding uncomfortable with the words even as she speaks them. "You don't know what he might have hidden away or planned, and all it would take is him getting the drop on his guard during the night to kill us all, and then go on doing evil in the world. It... it might be best if we kill him... as mercifully and with as much dignity as possible, obviously, but... all the same."\n\nYou look at them, then look at Hassat, who's just regarding you with a flat, resigned expression, as if he weren't surprised in the slightest. You look back at the others, shifting your shoulders as you make up your mind what you want to say.\n\n<hr>\n[[Argue morality.|GGRogue1x15]]\n\n[[Argue profit.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Don't argue.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

"Hnnnngffn!"\n\nYou wince as you sit up in the opened cryopod, wincing and rubbing at your neck. Geez, talk about sleeping at a bad angle, for... a brief check of the chronometer, 172 years. Shaking you head, you channel a soothing spell through your fingers, quickly rubbing away the pinched, painful feeling before swinging around and standing up. You pad naked across the floor, which has obviously been active long enough to warm up enough that you barely hop at the cold of the touch, making your bare tits bobble and sway heavily. You move to the viewing wall and lay a hand on the control console, thinking for the internal blast shield to retract.\n\nMost of the wall in front of you slides down, revealing another ten feet or so of room beneath an arc of foot-thick transparitanium, which still allows as clear a view as a few millimeters of glass. (Wow, remember glass?) Waiting a few more moments for the floor in there to catch up, you eventually pad over to settle onto one of the viewing couches, leaning back and draping your arms over the back of it and enjoying the view of Honolulu. After a moment you reach over and tap the end table. "Coffee, one shot french vanilla creamer one shot of mint flavor. And give me the weather report," you add as the mug materializes, settling back to sip your drink as you return to watching the view.\n\n"The weather in Honolulu today is ninety-eight degrees dedirian," a smooth female voice that somehow manages to be both sultry and professional at once answers. "Trending upward from ninety-six degrees the year before, ninety-four the year before that, and a ten-year average of ninety-one. Snow drifts are measured at three feet on the average. The waves are coming in at three feet or so today in areas where the ice has broken. This week's forecast includes a seventeen percent chance for semi-liquid precipitation."\n\n"Fucking ice ages," you grumble, letting yourself thump back against the couch and making your tits wobble again. "I never should've bought a hybrid."\n\n"Pardon, ma'am?"\n\n"Nothing, Mavis. So this counted enough to wake me up?"\n\n"Weather patterns are expected to reach 'normal' for a cold twentieth century winter within the next twenty years, correct. Feeling any aftereffects, ma'am?"\n\n"No, other than a slightly mismounted pillow pad this cryopod was perfect."\n\n"Very good, ma'am. Would you like me to begin contact procedures for any of your friends? Miss Tandy perhaps? Or shall I manifest and tend to your sexual needs?"\n\n"Set a reminder to see if we can call Tandy tomorrow, and we'll fuck here in a little bit. First run me off a list of my resources that are intact." You sip your coffee and then nibble banana pancake flavored nutricookies as Mavis starts reading off a long list of the contents of your various secured storehouses, including the one beneath your current little getaway, watching the snow fall out across the ocean. Then you blink and glance up. "Wait, go back, the server thing."\n\n"One apocalypse-proof maintenance adaptor shell containing an early twenty-first century internet server. Server's data contents, simulated environment known as a 'massive multiplayer online game', containing excess of 1,000,000 basic AIs, 50,000 pseudosentiences, and 154 human souls. Total uptime, 864 years."\n\nYou let out a bark of laughter. "Holy shit! That old thing's still running?! I'd forgotten about it for... shit, probably at least 500 years. It's still connected to the system?" At Mavis's affirmative, you stand. "Fuck, everything else can wait for a little while, I'm taking a nostalgia trip."\n\nMinutes later you're strolling through a plasticy world of stylized blades of grass and die-cast dirt paths, almost laughing yourself sick when your 'Wow' appears above your head in a text bubble. People used to communicate in text! Holy crap, that's right! Shaking your head with glee, you continue on. Of course the server's literally deserted by MMO standards of the day... nothing but automated animals and monsters going about their preprogrammed paths, and NPCs wandering around not noticing you unless you try to interact with them. You look around at a small town as you arrive, a few buildings and some vendor stalls. Actually, one of those buildings looks familiar. Didn't you...?\n\nOnce you walk in and see the array of pretty, scantily-clad girls in the lobby, it all comes rushing back. "Holy crap, this was it!" you almost breathe, memories flooding back. "This was where I got my start! My very first trap, my very first witch victims, this is it! This is the start of my power, this is where I began!" Your eyes widen a bit and your smile grows as a brown-skinned elf, wearing sparkly silver stockings, fingerless glove-sleeves, and a corset-style band around her middle, steps forward and bows with her hands clasped together.\n\n"Hello, miss!" she chirps as she straightens up. "How may I pleasure you today?"\n\n"It's you! Chocola!" you gush. "You were my very first! The very first person I ever snared and put in one of my traps to draw power from!"\n\nIn reply, she bows forward, her hands clasped together. "Hello miss!" she chirps as she straightens up. "How may I pleasure you today?"\n\n"Hm?" You blink, then grow curious, drawing up the program's interface and checking Chocola's 'bank'. "... Hunh. Over 2000 gold. Looks like you saved up enough to have transferred to your cheat character a long time ago. ... Guess it still wasn't quite fast enough, huh?" you note dryly.\n\nShe bows forward, her hands clasped together. "Hello miss!" she chirps as she straightens up. "How may I pleasure you today?"\n\nChuckling ruefully, you pull your avatar's loincloth aside. "You can start by sucking my balls for awhile, Chocola."\n\n"Thank you very much, miss!" she chirps, stepping forward and sinking smoothly to her knees. "It's an honor to pleasure you!" she notes before leaning forward and placing her mouth on your smooth sack, starting to use almost 900 years of practice at tonguing balls.\n\nMoaning lowly, you rest a hand on her mindless head, stroking her hair a bit. Nostalgia's certainly a mixed bag, isn't it?\n\n<b>Vidya Witch</b> end - <i>How may I pleasure you today?</i>

You laugh as you start spilling your load all over her face, watching thick splatters of white smear across the shiny brown. "Too bad, none of that in my inventory," you coo, making sure to aim several shots to give her a decent-sized mouthful, watching her swallow it almost reflexively before she whimpers at realizing what she just did. "I guess I'll see you in 730 years!" you chirp as you flip your loincloth back into place and head for the door.\n\n"W-wait!" she blurts, sitting up some and reaching a hand out towards you.\n\n"Hey, if you work real hard, get up to 300 loads or so a day, you might earn enough to switch over in only 475 years or so!" you add, waving a bit over her shoulder. "You'll get a popup telling you when you've got enough gold to unlock your character, no worries! In the meantime, I'll see about finding you some coworkers! Oh, hello sir," you add cheerfully to the demon male stepping past you into the room.\n\n"Hey there. I like to get right down to business, so if you'd bend over the bed and spread your asscheeks?" the demon orders with conversational politeness as he undoes the front of his leather pants, a pair of long, red cocks spilling free.\n\nYou hear the elf girl's cry of protest turning into a yowl of pleasure as you trot down the steps, grinning and shaking your head as you step outside of the building. You settle in, just character-watching Kinshire for awhile, watching the flow of players and timed NPCs... including a slow but steady stream of them into the brothel. Which eventually starts including player characters, most of whom briefly after start messaging things like 'Haha hey guys holy shit guess what you can do in Kinshire for 1c!!!!'\n\nThen you glance down the road as a pale pink elf female in chargen gear comes running up the path. She turns back and forth, then makes a beeline for the mailbox. Once she's standing next to it, her clothes suddenly disappear, leaving her in the default brown panties and band-bra.\n\nSmirking, you push off the wall and saunter towards her as she starts to dance.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGVW1x1EndB]]

"Am I still human?" you ask curiously, putting your hands against your chest and patting along it and your belly. You're very... sleek, and hairless, but your skin seems pretty normal and all. ... Your hands are very pretty. And your cock is... well, if you're really honest, that's pretty too, you think as you spread your legs to look down at it. Not like you have a lot of experience with having it, but it's all smooth and sleek too.\n\n"Ah... actually, you've become an elf," Koliel says as she rises to her feet. Is it you or does her face look a bit <i>more</i> red than before. "I'm fairly certain an elf from the Springlands as well, to judge by your coloring. So you're not too terribly removed from human, no matter what some of my more egotistical kin might say, if that makes it better."\n\n"I mean... it's way better than 'goblin' or something," you allow, even chuckling a little as you stand up. "I don't feel... too awkward, at least," you admit, even as you try to casually cover yourself with your hands.\n\n"Good, it seems the spell was cast correctly, other than my... incorrect assumption." Koliel sighs a bit.\n\n"At least you can't get it wrong with the other three, right?" you say drolly. "Are you going to bring them back now?"\n\n"Unfortunately my reserve of magical power only allows me to cast one such powerful spell each day, even from a scroll. I'll have to bring the others back gradually, as we travel back to Purnaster." She sighs again, then shrugs. "For now, there's a stream nearby, why don't we go bathe?"\n\n"Uh, what about clothes?" you ask sheepishly.\n\n"Unfortunately everyone's equipment was destroyed in the fire. I'll loan you my belt and loincloth, if you like," she says, reaching her hands for it, which you hurriedly decline. "In that case I'll simply have to do some hunting and make some basic attire for everyone as we go. I suppose it's true that we can't reenter Purnaster nude." From the slightly annoyed pout-frown on her face, she finds that annoying in itself. "But for now, please, I'm eager to apply some balm, and I'd rather neither of us was alone."\n\n"Oh, yeah, right, sorry," you murmur, following along after her as she heads for the stream.\n\nSoon she's standing knee-deep in the running water, rubbing herself with some sort of oily-looking concoction that apparently soothes her burns away instantly, leaving pale, clear skin again. You, meanwhile, take a look at your reflection... long straight just-past-shoulder-length hair in the same warm, dark brown color as Koliel's, eyes an almost maroon in color, and... yeah, you're very pretty. You would, in fact, be just your sort of preference in pretty-boy, if you weren't... y'know, you. You shift a bit to sit on the rock, dipping your feet in the water and almost idly looking over at Koliel.\n\nYou find yourself staring as her oiled body glistens in the sunlight, breasts swaying gently as she turns and raises an arm, rubbing the balm along her side, displaying just a glimpse of her hairless mound to you from this angle. When she turns back to rub the other side, her breasts are alluringly glimpsed from the sides, her pert bubble butt shown off to you. You always thought Koliel was hot, maybe were even kind of attracted to her, but you never found her so... stunning. It's strange, it feels like more than simple arousal... even though you are, for the first time, experiencing the strange sensation of your cock rising up and growing into a long, slender, slightly curved pillar of eager flesh... it's like something in your chest has been gripped and is being pulled towards her. \n\n<hr>\n[[Go to her.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Just sit there staring.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Try to calm down.|GGMonk]]

You purse your lips, looking him up and down briefly. You even shift in place atop him slightly, and are unable to help smirking a bit again as you feel him reacting through his robes, his cock stiffening below you. Hm, not bad. But it helps you to realize something as well.\n\n"Nnnno... no, I don't think so," you say slowly, watching him try to hide his flinch. "This is your little pleasure escape, isn't it? Full of luxuries, indulgences, vices. There's no way that someone like you, having expended so much time, resources, and riches on an escape would then ruin your ability to enjoy it by making themselves go through all that for every little thing." You watch his eyes shift to the side a bit, and hm. "I'm close, but... ah. Ah." Your lips curl up in a smug grin. "The traps are all real, but you'd make yourself a key, wouldn't you? One that would let you breeze in and out and do whatever you like without even thinking about it. All tied into something you wouldn't even think about needing to put on or wear, like..." Your eyes roam across him briefly, before your gaze fastens on the small round gem piercing one of his ears. "Like that."\n\n"No!" he blurts, face briefly showing naked fear as you reach over to undo the clasp and pluck the gem from him.\n\n"With this, I can do as I like, can't I?" You smile down at his sulky expression. You've hit it on the head. Now that you've got the key to the castle...\n\n<hr>\n[[He's useless.|GGRogue14x1]]\n\n[[He could still be very useful.|GGRogue13x4]]

Probably best not to take chances, arrogance is the downfall of many a thief, right? You find a lower rooftop that gives you a good angle of approach, then throw yourself forward over the spiked top of the gate, landing in a roll and coming up already running, dashing across the darkened yard and whirling to put your back up against the wall before sinking into a squat. You take a long look around to make sure you haven't attracted any attention, listening closely for sounds of movement either outside or within. Not catching anything, you lean down and take a closer look through the window. Looks about like what you'd expect from a basement in this setting... a lot of wine racks, some crates and barrels, looks like every NPC house storage you've ever looted in Skyrim. Hm... better check the window for traps, though.\n\nAt the thought, your hand dips reflexively into the pouch at your side and comes up with a pair of goggles. Ah, these must be what you use to check for magical traps! Slipping them on, you take a close look at the window and its frame, looking for traps either mundane or fantastical. But after a bit all you can find is a slight, permanenced 'slick' spell, probably done so that the hinges and whatnot won't have to actually be maintenanced to stay dust-free and silent. Heh, silent works for you! Putting the goggles on, you undo the surprisingly simple lock, then swing yourself in through the window feet-first.\n\nYou can't quite suppress a yelp of surprise when your legs strike an invisibly barrier a bit inside the window, the jolt knocking your lower body downward and yanking you off-course, sending you dropping. You make an instinctive grab for the windowsill, only for your fingers to slide right off it with a faint wet feeling... the slick spell! You try to brace to land properly on the floor, only to jerk and wind up even more off-balance as you drop right through it as if it weren't there. Instead you strike against a stone tunnel at an angle, rocketing down it with a speed and sensation that says it's been slicked-up too. You can feel yourself curving and twisting back and forth, until there's a sudden drop and you plummet downward, striking a stone floor jarringly and laying there stunned, groaning quietly over the sound of stone grinding on stone.\n\nBy the time you manage to get your wits about you and stand up, it's to find you're in a small, completely featureless stone room. There's no sign on the ceiling or walls of the tunnel that must have dropped you here, nor of any exit. Pushing down the urge to panic, you walk over to a wall and run your hands along it, looking for any seams or latches. Nothing. There's no grates or openings, either, just a ten foot by ten foot room as bare and empty as a DM's soul.\n\n"Well well well. It seems I've finally snagged myself a thief."\n\nYou jump at the low, almost sultry male voice that suddenly booms from everywhere around you, as if it was coming from every single surface of the room at once. "Uh, heeeey, I think there's been a mistake-" you start.\n\n"Oh, no mistake. You were sneaking in through the basement... hardly the actions of some upright citizen. Besides, whatever your intentions were, they're irrelevant now," the voice cuts in. "You've been trapped. And now there's only one way out. You see, when I was originally assigned to this post, I grew quite bored. So I had my spellcasters create a little... entertainment maze for me down here. Something to catch thieves in. Alas, all I've been able to put through it were a few street rats snagged for tests, but you seem like you might actually be a competent sort, so this should be more fun than they were."\n\nOh great, you've been caught by the fantasy equivalent of an aspiring supervillain. "And what if I don't want to go through your maze, huh?" you ask, scowling. \n\n"Then stay exactly where you are. Forever," the voice answers evenly. "Oh, and I do mean 'forever'... you see, I took into account that if this room did snare an intruder, I might be too busy to notice or attend to it for awhile... you merely happened to catch me in the midst of some light reading. But the walls are enchanted with a sustenance and age resistance spell. Stay down there a week, a month, ten centuries, you'll still be in the exact same condition you are right now. Well, physically, anyway. I certainly can't guarantee your mental state. So what will it be, girl? You can try the maze, and if you make it through and entertain me, I'll even reward you and let you go free at the end. Or... you can stay in this box until I think you're ripe."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to run the maze.|GGRogue16x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGRogue]]

"I guess I'll take, y'know... the guy who needs to have offspring, his mission," you decide.\n\n"Gotcha!" Kariel plucks something out of the air... a small red leather-bound journal... and passes it to you. "Here y'go, that's everything you need to know."\n\n"How do I find him?" you ask, holding the journal in both hands firmly, afraid you might drop it if you don't.\n\n"The mission journal is tied to him, just focus on it and you'll pop right over to him."\n\nYou nod, then close your eyes and focus all your attention on the feel of the book in your hands. You feel your wings fluttering at high speed and a faint rushing sensation. You tuck your legs up reflexively as you open your eyes, and find you're floating in midair in an apartment.\n\nIt's... not a very nice apartment. It's not a hole by any means, but it's just fairly spare and basic. Not a trash heap but not particularly clean either. You quickly spot what must be the target of the mission sitting at his computer desk. Yup, definitely 'a bit of a schlub', as Kariel put it. He's... portly, putting it kindly, with scruffy, somewhat overlong hair, a few days' growth of still stubby beard, and wearing a slightly too small shirt and baggy shorts, both of which look like they're at least on their third or fourth day of wear. Peering over his shoulder finds that he's fixated on some MMO you're not familiar with. Hoo boy, Heaven thinks it's vital that this guy procreate? Well, yours is not to question why. Yours is just to... fuck this guy. It's actually starting to sink in that yes, you're going to have to possess some woman and get impregnated by a guy. Maybe you're settling into your cherub nature, because while the idea is still rather strange, it doesn't bother you much.\n\nYou open the journal and begin to read through it. It has a summary of the guy, Hal Haberbrook, and his life, which is pretty unremarkable, as well as a somewhat longer statement of the mission. It also offers a few points and suggestions. One is that the conception really needs to occur ASAP, so possessing Hal and trying to whip him into shape enough that he can get a girl on his own merits is strongly discouraged. (Sorry Hal.) It does however offer a short list of suggestions of who you could possess to insure he knocks someone up by the end of the day.\n\nOne suggestion is his [[sexy next door neighbor|ChJa]]. Hal is aware of her, having seen her about on a few occasions, but from the summary it doesn't sound like she's even vaguely aware of his existence, since he's overall a quiet, unintrusive presence in the building. At least you wouldn't have to go far, right?\n\nAnother is [[his landlord|ChJa]], the woman that owns the building. Older than the neighbor, but still well within child-bearing years, and hey, she's already well-off, which is good since from what the rest of the mission says, you'll have to stay in her body until the kid is at least eighteen and thus ready to live their own life.\n\nThe third option is that his shower is broken (well maybe that explains a few things, you'll at least give him the benefit of the doubt), and there's [[a female mechanic|ChJa]] at the company that handles the building's repairs that you could possess and have take the job.

Normally, hanging out with a girl as hot as Maya would have you tongue-tied and sweating. She's very pretty and very goth, her hair dyed jet black save for two stripes of almost neon purple in the bangs, hanging down past her shoulders, and she usually wears black or dark purple lipstick and rather snug black shirts that show off her full C-cup breasts, and rather tight black jeans too (or in the case of today, cutoffs, since it is pretty warm). Luckily you've known her for long enough and been exposed to her even hotter older sister Baal enough times that you've built up a little bit of immunity. Sometimes you have to remember when you knew her as the short little tomboy with scabby knees when you have situations like today, where you're alone with her in her bedroom.\n\n"I don't know, what is there to do?" Maya sighs as she flops back onto the bed, chest jiggling just a bit as she does, making you quickly gain an interest in looking at her bookshelves.\n\n"I came over here because I thought you'd have ideas," you point out from where you're sitting on the floor, looking back over when you figure any hints of motion are probably passed.\n\n"Yeah, yeah." She sighs heavily again (she's done that a lot since she went goth) and sits up again, leaning back on her hands. "Alright, let's think. We could go to the [[mall|QOMaya]], or the [[swimming pool|QOMaya]], or the [[park|QOMaya]]..."\n\n"So all the same old stuff then," you answer with a sigh.\n\n"Mm. Well, we could also look through a supposed '[[magic book|QOMaya1x1]]' my sister left me when she moved out for her new job."\n\n"A magic book? Seriously?"\n\n"I know. I mean, I guess it's possible, Baal always could pull off some really amazing stuff that you wondered how she did it, like that time she won a seat on the student council even though she wasn't officially running. But it's probably just a bunch of goofy stuff. Still, kill some time looking through it."\n\n"I dunno."\n\n"Well, you have any better ideas?"\n\n"We could [[play a game|QOMaya]] or something?" you offer hesitantly.\n\n"Oooo, thrilling."\n\nYou duck your head a bit at the sarcasm in her voice. You're almost... almost... tempted to suggest the two of you [[fool around|QOMaya2x1]], just to see the look on her face. If you could actually manage to get the words out...

As much as you appreciate Kovam's group for helping you ditch the monastery, you just can't see yourself charging towards something a few hundred times your size and punching it in the toe from the first person perspective as opposed to using miniatures. You've gotta find someone that has a better plan for this... because let's face it, if you're gonna be stuck in this world, being de facto royalty wouldn't hurt, but you can't rule over a wilderness kingdom if you're scorched into a greasy spot. Nah, you'll find someone that has an idea like... dropping the mountain on the dragon or something.\n\nIt's not exactly hard to find people talking about the Great Wyrm... in fact the whole town is buzzing with it, people either openly or quietly discussing their plans. Still, by just wandering around nonchalantly and keeping your ears open you pick up on a pair of likely plans that you'd be willing to sign on board with.\n\nThere's one group that's trying to track down a [[legendary dragon-slaying specialist|GGMonk8x3]]... the very fact that they're smart enough to think 'Hey, maybe we should get a guy that does nothing but slay dragons to help us slay this dragon' is encouraging. You overhear another group talking about hunting down [[some powerful magical artifacts|GGMonk]] that could be capable of taking out the dragon too... standing back and zapping it with a death ray appeals too. Just depends which you like better.

Wincing again at that snapped order, and what it means, you nevertheless get to your feet and turn, bending forward over the desk. You've come this far... backing out now and ruining everything seems like it would just mean you sucked dick for nothing. You can't help but squirm as the owner flips up the back of your skirt, his pudgy fingers yanking down your panties in back, baring your ass and taint, the waistband left just below the base of your balls.\n\nYou bite your lower lip, unable to resist the urge to look over your shoulder. You can't quite see his cock now, but you can see him using a hand to aim himself, and feel the thick thing pushing apart your buttocks and nudging up against your virgin hole. You can't help but let out a gasp as he grabs your hair and tugs your head back with his other hand... just before he thrusts in. You let out a 'Hrrrk!' as he roughly pushes into you, spreading your ass open and pushing deeper and deeper inside you. You can hear him chuckling as he starts moving his hips, working himself in and out and deeper into you each time, driving more and more of that fat fuckstick into your hole every time.\n\nYou keep gritting your teeth, trying to glare at him out of the corner of your eye as he continues to give your hair light tugs every so often after he begins to fuck you. Then you let out a yelp as his other hand swings down and smacks your ass, prompting him to let out a low chuckle before picking up his cigar again. "Mmm, you squeeze real nice around me when I spank you, bitch," he sneers.\n\n'Just... finish up and get it over with!' you think, forcing the thought through the jumbled-up feelings of emotion, the shame, the anger, the frustration, and something else. Your body wants to feel something almost like pleasure from that thick, long cock stroking into your previously virgin hole, urging you to let go and enjoy getting fucked despite not liking guys in the least, and definitely not liking the blackmailing scumbag pounding your ass even if you did. Your cock, at least, is apparently still on your brain's side, limp and wobbling beneath you even as the owner's balls slap against yours.\n\nYou're half zoned-out, drifting on that strange mixture of disgust and almost-pleasure, when the owner suddenly grunts and thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside you. You gasp at the feeling of warmth and wetness spreading inside, the strangeness of it trying to push you towards pleasure. In truth, you wind up feeling-\n\n<hr>\n[[-relieved.|CC]]\n\n[[-orgasmic.|CC]]

You spend most of your days in a haze of pleasure, hung suspended in the milking rack. The milking machine observes a pattern of one hour on, during which you're constantly cumming from your udder and balls being drained, and one hour off, during which you hang in the rack panting and squirming, feeling your balls slowly begin to ache again and your udder to swell up and tighten as they refill, until you're mooing in eagerness for the machine to start up again.\n\nEvery so often, your head will clear, providing you a brief period of human thought. Every time you feel the shock of realizing that you're in bondage and have a fat, sloshing cow udder hanging down from your belly. At these times you struggle against your restraints or plead for Kevin to listen and help you... but looking over at him shows that every time his eyes are glazed and largely blank, and he gives no response to your entreaties other than a recording-perfect cow's low. (You sometimes wonder if he ever goes through the same thing, getting ahold of himself and trying to get through to you, with you just mooing back to him.)\n\nOf course, every time this happens, eventually the machine turns back on. And then you find yourself gritting your teeth against the intense pleasure that floods your body, your eyes rolling as your teats wobble beneath you as they're sucked, your stiff prick swelling to fill its plastic sheath as your balls are drained. You thrash and squirm in your restraints, a tight sound keening in your throat as you're forced into a constant unwilling orgasm. Usually your mind goes away again at some point in the next hour, your whimpers and noises of attempting to hold back turning back into animalistic grunts and long moos, but every so often, like today, you manage to hold on through one, or even multiple, suck-sessions. \n\nYou pant heavily, slumped in your restraints as you watch the machine hooked up to the clear cannister in front of and between the stalls give a soft 'bing'. The tube at the top detaches and lifts up, and part of the wall slides down, a waft of cold air hitting you as a robotic arm swings out. It picks up the cannister full of the collected cum and milk from yourself and Kevin, and swings it over, slotting it into one of the refrigerated nooks in the wall, a different connecter sliding down from above to hook up to it. You can see some of the creamy white already getting sucked out, even as the robotic arm slots an empty cannister into place and the tubes from the milking machine reconnect. Then the wall panel slides closed again.\n\nSeveral minutes later, the door swings open, and you manage to crane your neck enough to see Tandy sashay into the room, sipping from a tall, frosty glass. "Mm-mm! Still so delicious after all these years! Of course, you two are still just as cute and lithe as you ever were, hm? Magic is wonderful, isn't it? And oh my, someone's certainly looking bright-eyed today!" she adds as she steps up, leaning forward a little to more easily meet your gaze.\n\n"P-please! Let me out!" you whimper. "I don't wanna be a cow anymore! I wanna go home!"\n\n"Oh but Bessie, don't be silly!" Tandy replies in a scandalized tone, as if hurt by the very idea. She puts her free hand to her half-covered tits as if to emphasize her shock. "This is your home! I'd be just heartbroken if my little cow-boys left me! And my shop would do more poorly as well! Why, my rich whole milk has become a major selling point... people don't just come in for the milkshakes with it, they come to drink it straight-up! Including a lady who looks a bit like you, she's one of my regulars," she adds with a giggle, making you blanch a little. "Hmmm, in fact, maybe it would be a good idea to step up production," she muses, stepping around in front of Kevin, and moving her glass to his lips, starting to tilt it. "Here, Clarabelle, have some of your own product! Well, and Bessie's too," she adds, glancing at you and winking.\n\nYou stare, eyes widening as the dull-eyed Kevin's throat visibly works, some of the mingled milk-cum dribbling down the sides of his chin as he swallows. That's not what has you trembling though... it's that his skin starts gaining large black splotches, and that his already half-full udder quickly fills completely, the pink skin taut... and then swelling further, hanging down heavier underneath him, continuing to bulge outward until it's almost twice the size it once was. You watch, too, as his ass swells, growing larger and more round, a long, thin black-and-white-splotches furred tail with a tuft at the end pushing out from above it. When Tandy finally lifts the glass from Kevin's lips, he gives another completely animal moo, his eyes somehow more blank than ever. Somehow, you don't think he'll ever be coming back.\n\n"Your turn!" Tandy says cheerfully, stepping over in front of you with the half-full glass.\n\n"No! No please! I don't want t-!" Your voice cuts off as the chilled glass bumps your lower lip, and the smell of the milk hits your nose. Immediately you part your lips, and start gulping eagerly as Tandy tilts it to start dribbling the thick, chilled liquid across your tongue. It smells and tastes so good, you can't help it! You can feel some of it dribbling down your chin... but most of it flows down your throat and fills your belly. You can see the black splotches appearing on your hands, and you can feel your own udder quickly grow overfull, aching as it stretches further and further with the ever greater load of milk in it. You wriggle and squirm in your restraints, making your slowly fattening ass jiggle, your new tail lashing back and forth over it. Finally Tandy pulls the glass away, and you gasp, the first words out of your mouth, "Mmmmilk me! Mmmmmilk me! Pleeeeease mmmmmmilk me!"\n\n"Of course, Bessie," Tandy chirps as she steps around behind you. You cry out ecstatically as there's the whir and hum of the milking machine starting up, your milk veritably gushing into the suction cups and through the tubes. "We'll just leave these on twenty-four seven from now on, shall we?" Tandy adds, right before pushing her cock into you.\n\n"Mmmooooo!" you squeal delightedly as your owner starts to fuck you, your ass jiggling almost as much as her tits as her hips slap against you. "Mmmooooo, mooooo, mmmmmooo!" you continue blurting out, the sound gradually becoming less and less like a human imitating a cow and more like, well, a cow, your throat letting out the inhuman lows naturally as your tongue juts out. And as Tandy thrusts forward and spills her load into you, the light of sentience goes out in your eyes for the last time, replaced by flat, bovine dullness as you low in your own orgasm.\n\n"There, all better," Tandy chirps as she slides her cock out of you, cum dribbling from your well-fucked hole along your taint and over your balls, pooling here and there around the rubber ring suctioned to your crotch. She steps forward and ruffles your now cow-patterned hair. "No more human mind telling you not to enjoy yourself, eh, Bessie?" At your responding moo, she giggles. "Yes, that's what I thought. Well, my little cow-boys, you just have a good night of producing milk for Mama, and I'll see you in the morning. I'm glad you're not lonely," she adds cheerfully as she heads for the door. Once there though, she pauses. "Hm. Though I'm starting to get requests to actually sell gallons and even ship this out to stores. If that happens, I'm going to need more cows." She glances over her shoulder. "Hm. Maybe that pretty lady that looks like Bessie... and the blonde that has Clarabelle's eyes."\n\nSmiling in anticipation, the witch slips out and closes the door behind her.\n\n<b>Tandy's Candy</b> end - <i>The hard life of a cow-boy</i>

Fear driving you, you climb into the pod and lay down, trembling in the padding as you hear another one of those distant impacts. After a few seconds, the top of it swings down and clicks closed around you. After a moment, a somewhat disturbingly upbeat synthesized female voice speaks out.\n\n"Welcome to your Vault-Tec cryopod. Cryopod systems prepping. Cryopod systems ready. Systems synced with early warning systems. Vault doors will automatically close two minutes ahead of nuclear strike for maximum safety."\n\nYou swallow hard, hoping against hope for the next three minutes... and feeling your heart drop as you eventually see the doors start to slide closed. You take a deep breath, trying to keep calm and convince yourself it will be fine... your parents were apparently prepared for this, maybe there's some other mini-Vault at their offices, and they weren't even coming in the first place. At least that's the last thought on your mind as the voice begins counting down to activation, and you feel a chill pass over you.\n\nJust like that, though, it's gone. Your skin still feels pebbled beneath the tight suit and your nipples are feeling stiff, but you're already starting to warm back up. You blink repeatedly, since it seems like nothing happened, and yet the door is swinging open and the voice is speaking again.\n\n"Thank you for using a Vault-Tec cryopod. You have been asleep for approximately two hundred and three years and six months. It is 1:13 PM. Ambient radiation levels are stable. Water table is still contaminated but survivable to drink. Current weather, fifty-nine degrees Farenheit and cloudy, with scattered showers in the Deviville area around midnight."\n\nYou sit there, stunned. Literally between eyeblinks, over 200 years have passed. You open and close your mouth a few times, then just rub at your face. This is all so surreal. You swing out of the cryopod and stand up, feeling just a little sluggish.\n\n<hr>\n[[You need to get out of here.|GGFO]]\n\n[[Wait, you're forgetting something.|GGFO1x2]]

"N-no way I'd ever let another guy fuck me!" you splutter indignantly. "My ass is off-limits! Didn't that great fucking I just gave you show that I'm all manly-man, baby?!" you add, trying to puff your chest up even where it's still pressed against her tits.\n\n"Oh?" Her smile turns positively wicked now. "Well then. I suppose if dear Maxxon can't fuck your ass, I'll have to let him fuck your pussy instead."\n\n"Wha?! Hey!" you yelp as you feel another injector being pressed against the back of your neck. Rather than fading and then showing up elsewhere, the heat of the injection quickly spreads through your entire body, suffusing it with a strange tingling and tensing sensation. You try to pull away from Arana, but apparently she's far stronger than she looks, and that lock of her legs around your thighs and her arms around your middle hold you firmly in place. Your struggles turn to confused writhing as you begin to gasp and moan at the strange sensations in your body, feeling it start to change. Your cock starts sliding out of her pussy as it shrinks, your balls pulling up tight against your body and beginning to get smaller and smaller as well. Your flat chest begins to swell out, pressing into Arana's tits in a whole new way as your slender pecs gradually turn into perky tits. Those perky little tits quickly begin to grow larger and fuller, though, pressing down against Arana's more and more as your waist shrinks and your hips round out. Your struggles shake your ass in the air as it begins to round out and take on a layer of padding, swaying a bit with your motions.\n\nSoon your cock has gone limp as it shrinks down past its original size, then smaller, becoming baby-like before disappearing entirely. You gasp at the strange sensation of feeling a new hole opening up between your legs, your crotch reshaping itself into full pussylips that almost instantly plump up and dampen, arousal running down your thighs as they reshape into feminine fullness. Your moans and cries at the strange and somehow pleasurable sensations begin to get higher and sluttier as even your throat reshapes, your face shifting and taking on womanly contours. Your muscles are obscured and replaced by feminine sleekness, the body of someone who spends more time on their back than in the gym. Finally the sensations fade and leave you panting and shivering, still clutched atop Arana, tits every bit as big as hers keeping you propped up higher against her as she holds you in place.\n\n"Now let's see how much of a manly-man you are, hm?" she says with a taunting laugh, your head jerking to the side as you feel strong hands gripping your newly full and round ass to squeeze and knead. You try to struggle as you see Maxxon behind you, his chiseled face and well-formed lips showing a smug, lopsided grin as he moves closer into place.\n\n"No! No please!" you plead in your newly female voice, even the panicked begging somehow forced to take on a sensual tone, as his hands slide from your ass to grip your slim waist. And then, all at once, that monster of a cock is thrusting into your brand new pussy, making your eyes roll up in your head and your teeth grit at the intense wave of pleasure and the immediate female orgasm that slams through your body. Your cunt gushes an impressive amount of girlcum all over his glistening, smooth balls, your pussy trembling around his girth as he grinds against you, his booming voice giving a low chuckle as he works his hips against your round butt.\n\n"Don't bother trying to hold back, my dear," Arana coos smugly as Maxxon begins pumping into you, rocking your curvy body against her equally lascivious one. "Your new body has been specifically engineered as a perfect plaything for men. You'll soon find you're quite addicted to their cocks and capable of taking pleasure from having them shoved in you wherever the man cares too. Mm... I say 'capable', but more 'forced to'," she adds, before leaning her head up and forward, adding in a sultry whisper, "And of course, you've been made quite fertile."\n\n"N-no," you barely manage to protest through your own moans, even as your hips start shaking and bucking like an eager whore's, working you back against the thrusts of the mammoth cock bulging out your smooth stomach. "No, p-please, don't knock me up! I'm a guy, a guy, don't knock me uuuuup!"\n\n"Enjoy lying to yourself while you can, slut," Arana answers with another delighted laugh, giving a little cooing moan of her own at the feel of you being driven against her body as Maxxon begins fucking you harder, making you yowl and shriek as he forces even more gushing orgasms out of your eager cunt. "Because the mind is the plaything of the body, and your body wants nothing more than to be the breeding sow of my crew!"\n\nAnd as Maxxon slams forward and begins pumping what must be at least a gallon of thick, potent cum into you, your mind begins to break. Some part of your new body <i>knows</i> it's being knocked up, and that knowledge makes the orgasm that hits you an almost literal brainscrambler. Your cry is something less than human as your eyes roll up in your head and your tongue juts out, your entire body trembling as you cum over and over again, the orgasms overlapping and driving rational thought out of your head, replacing it with pleasure at being a knocked-up slut for this huge-cocked adonis.\n\nA few minutes later, you're laying face down on the bed, arms flumped at your sides, your body twitching and shuddering involuntarily with small aftershock orgasms. Your legs are lightly spread, showing off your well-fucked pussy, thick globs of cum still oozing steadily from between the slightly-spread lips. You can faintly hear Arana as she speaks, some inner part of your brain that's not completely broken by pleasure processing her words.\n\n"We'll put a seal on her pussy until after she has the child in a month or so. The men will just have to be satisfied with her other holes until then. After she's had one or two high-class offspring from the upper ranks of the crew, she can start getting knocked up by the lower decks. Probably produce at least ten new males every year. Breeding replacement crew in-house will be so much more effective than recruiting them, don't you think...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BadCypher4axEnd2]]

"Yes, alright, it's right here," you admit with a sigh.\n\n"Alright, sir, then please take a moment to read it. I'll remain on the line to answer any questions you have afterwards."\n\nScowling, you nevertheless begin reading.\n\n<center><b>Before donning costume</b>\nplease be aware that it will alter your body\nfor full cosplay authenticity. This is high\nquality magecraft, brought to you in the name of\nthe best and most accurate cosplay. The spell will\nlast from the donning of the costume until\nsunrise, usually.\nTo avoid issues, please heed the following:\n* Avoid becoming separated too much from costume. Under no circumstances should costume be entirely lost, destroyed, or should other clothing be put on over it or instead of it.\n* Avoid overindulging in sexual intercourse. Too many orgasms may convince your body its new configuration is accurate.\n* Avoid mingling magics from other enchanted costumes or alteration spells. This can produce unexpected side effects.\n* Some costumes, especially the Full-Grade Accessorized costumes, may attract magical entities that fit with their dynamic. Please be aware and prepared.\n</center>\nYou stare at the slip of paper for a few moments more, then sigh again. "Okay, so, the gist of it is, as long as I follow these rules, I'll turn back into myself when the sun comes up, right?"\n\n"Yes, sir. The costumes are reusable as well, so you can wear it as often as you like without worry, as long as you continue to heed the safety guidelines."\n\nYou can't help but ask, "What's this last one, about 'magical entities'?"\n\n"I wouldn't worry about that, sir, while the Bouncy Kunoichi costume is technically a Full-Grade Accessorized one, since the accessories don't have a lot of magical power in them the chances of that happening are very small. Well, is that all, sir? Is there anything else I can do for you?"\n\nYou glance down at your big barely-covered boobs, still not sure how you feel about this.\n\n<hr>\n[[Demand to speak to her manager.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Stay in.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Go to the party.|BuddyOct]]

You're not sure you can leave the house like this. What if you got pulled over? The cop would either arrest you for driving without a license in a "stolen" vehicle, or lock you in the loony bin for insisting that your license was really you. Instead you hastily look at the phone number for the shop, grabbing your cell and dialing. As you wait impatiently, you absentmindedly yank the straps of your costume back into place on your tits.\n\n"Cosplay Casbah, we'll make your costume a reality," Atalanta's crisp voice answers on the second ring.\n\n"Tell me about it!" you snap, before wincing and pinching the bridge of your nose. "I'm sorry, just... look, I know that sounds crazy, but when I put one of your costumes on, my... my body changed and I turned into a woman!"\n\n"Oh dear, that wasn't supposed to happen," Atalanta's voice says in a soft murmur. Then, a bit stronger, "Unless of course you bought a female costume, then in fact that was exactly what was supposed to happen."\n\n"WHAT?!" you shriek.\n\n"Sir. Please," Atalanta huffs. "My ears are quite sensitive. If you weren't aware this would happen, I understand being upset, but please don't yell into the phone."\n\nYour face twists as you consider several epithets, but finally huff. "Fine. Sorry. What do I do?"\n\n"There should be a small piece of paper in the box that says 'Before donning costume' at the top, which you really should have read first, sir," she says in a mildly scolding tone. "Unless, of course, it is not there, in which case it is our error and we will send someone right over to resolve the situation as quickly as possible."\n\nTwitching, you nevertheless head over to the box. You almost immediately find what she mentioned... a small rectangle of glossy paper that does indeed say 'Before donning costume' at the top. You now remember seeing it and not paying attention because it didn't seem to be actual instructions, and you thought it was the equivalent of a mattress 'do not remove' tag or something.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fess up.|BuddyOct7x2]]\n\n[[Lie.|BuddyOct]]

You're about as far from everything familiar and safe as you could possibly be... but you just don't feel like you have that level of quit in you. Something about the way the Commander says 'coward' just smacks something inside you and makes it snarl and snap. That's not going to be you. You decide to not even look at the small handful of other people that raise their hands and call out, nor at the more normal-sized suited figures that materialize out of the mist to round them up and lead them off. Two of them also pick up the crumpled, immobile form of the Hissian that collapsed... you wonder if he counts as automatically volunteering for the Service Corps, if he's still alive. \n\n"I guess the rest of you are that particular variety of stupid we call 'brave', so welcome to Thirty-Six," Connors barks out. "Alright, on my right is Lieutenant Basdot, on my left is Lieutenant Eskabar. I am God and they are my highest archangels, think of us that way and be appropriately terrified should our attention turn to you. Now, we're going to take a walk over to the nearest Rally Bunker. You will be seeing a lot of those, they will become your best and possibly only friend. During our stroll, keep in sight of myself and my angels, and preferably each other. If you see rapidly flashing lights, that is the perimeter border, which as you will call from my very instructive and thoughtful speech is also the border between life and death. Alright, get your shit moving," she concludes as she turns and starts walking.\n\nYou move with the rest of the group, sort of half-shuffling half-jogging in a futile attempt to keep warm as the trio of F.E.A.Rangers leads you along some path presumably only they can see. You wonder how good Connors' suit must be... she's the least covered out of anyone here, but she also seems the most comfortable and at-ease. (Possibly with the exception of her 'angels', but then it's pretty much impossible to tell anything about them.) Or maybe she's just been here so long none of this bothers her anymore? Though you don't see how that's possible, if she's the human she looks like. You almost jump a little when someone pats you on the back, and you look up to see that it's the white-haired guy from your transport. He points off to one side and you look... there, raised up on poles that are about nine feet high, are rapidly-twinkling lights that flash through so many colors so rapidly that it feels like they need a seizure warning. Then you jump a little again as an orange-coated form suddenly breaks off from near the edge of the group and sprints towards the line formed by the poles. \n\nYou're expecting to see them get shocked, or maybe even shot, but the trio of armored forms just stops and turns slightly, placidly watching the convict run. Almost immediately after passing one of the light poles he disappears into the mist... and then screams. And screams. And <i>screams</i>, voice rising and undulating, reaching a register that you didn't think should even be possible for a living thing. There are also... wet noises. Your brain doesn't so much conjure imagery to go with them as an impression... a feeling about how awful what must go with them is. And yet, long after the wet noises are followed by sickening crunches, and slurping noises, the screaming just seems to go on and on, until it finally fades away as if a breeze had come along and blown it off somewhere else like a dust cloud.\n\n"There's always one," Basdot rumbles in a deep, slightly thick voice, both he and Eskabar chortling heartily. Connors snorts and grumbles "Dumbass" before calling out, "Show's over, take that to heart and let's get moving, yeah?"\n\nCertainly this time the group seems a little more eager to move, and if anything clumps up tighter together, some of the earlier reticence and distaste for the others having been blown away by the sound of those screams. Eventually a tall, dark metal wall comes into view, a pair of heavy doors sliding open in front of Connors as she approaches. Inside there's a large, mostly empty room with nothing but a handful of concrete walls of varying heights and lengths scattered about. Once everyone is inside, the doors close, and a green light sweeps across the room... it makes your bones ache faintly and your teeth hurt, but that passes fairly quickly once it's gone, leaving only the rest of the aches and soreness caused by the punishing environment outside. Only once the light's done and there's been a brief pause do the trio lead you into the next room, which is a large area that looks like a cross between a locker room and an armory, with numerous 'cubbies' full of orange gear and multiple weapons.\n\n"Alright, fodder, I have things to do, so I'm leaving you in Eskabar's capable hands," Connors announces. "And if anyone's still thinking about any funny business, even after that little display at the perimeter, I'll thank you to note that the Lieutenant is an Alpha Taurasian and fully capable of crushing anything you've got with those hands, no matter what it's made of."\n\nWith that she and Basdot walk off, and Eskabar steps forward, the helmet of her suit retracting. Beneath it you see that she really does have horns, though one of them's snapped off about halfway and capped with gold. Her features are vaguely bovine, with dark brown fur covering her skin and thicker, scruffy black hair atop her head. One eye is dark brown, the other is covered by a black metal plate with three glowing red dots on it. "Alright, calves, listen up," she calls. Her words are accented with... well, it's obviously something you don't know, but the closest your brain can really slot to it is Mexican. "Your collars are now deactivated. We don't use trackers up here, the polar interference keeps them from working outside the bunkers anyway. Before you get cute, remember your buddy who decided to run off, and remember this: up here, disunity and disloyalty is going to get <i>you</i> killed, you get me? If it's not some ranked officer putting a bolt in your skull, it'll be one of the Fiends that you gave an opening by trying to screw everyone over. Now, go get suited up, gear's adaptive so it doesn't matter where you sit. And don't ask where the women's dressing room is, we don't have space or time for that shit up here, so just get used to a lack of tolerance for your shame."\n\n"Fun," you hear the cat-eared woman near you mutter. She doesn't exactly seem the friendliest sort, and yet you go ahead and follow along with her as people begin gradually moving to the cubby areas. There may be no official dressing room separation but it looks like the vast majority of the females and males are automatically segregating themselves to different halves of the room and, where possible, putting the rows of alcoves between each other. You stop in front of one and take a few moments to scream internally before getting back to business. Tugging at the collar really does let it open, and after glancing at it you toss it in the small bin on the floor of the cubby. Trying to just think of it like changing for gym at school, you strip out of the stuff you're wearing and start putting on what's provided... a zip-up high-collared bodysuit, heavy boots, gloves, a knit cap, and a slightly sleeker and better-fitting facemask, though you let that dangle around your neck. All of it's orange... you guess you get to be constantly reminded that you're a convict until you survive long enough to get the fancy black armor. You're kind of surprised to see there are also weapons... a rifle, a pistol (rather less fancy-looking than the one you had at first but obviously still a blaster of some kind), and a belt with a bunch of pouches and a big knife sheathed on one side, and a holster for the revolver on the other. You'd almost be hesitant to take them, like it was some sort of provocation, but no one else seems to be hesitating much... and then you think back to the screams, and you don't hesitate anymore either. Several of the other women, including Miss Angry Kitty, seem to be putting their orange coats back on as well, so you do too, before slinging the band of the rifle on over it and following a little clump of orange-clad people back around to where you were waiting before.\n\n"Looks like everybody's about done. Alright, from here we're going to your initial briefing. There one of our Brains will be telling you just what you've got yeh self into, not that it's likely ta do most of you any good. Ah, hey, wait a second," she says as she spots you, pointing a big armored finger. "You, c'mere."\n\nOh shit. Connors' comment about avoiding the attention of herself and her 'angels' comes back to mind. But you didn't even do anything! Still, it seems like it would be a bad, horrible, moronic idea to just ignore her, so you step forward and way from the others, who are now all staring at you. "Uh, yes ma'am?"\n\n"I saw your file. In for pulling a blaster on a superior officer, eh girl?" She smirks down at you. "Maybe that's the sort you are, hm? There's almost always one of those in every group too, maybe this time it's you. So tell you what, you've got your shiny new Black Ice on your hip, I'll give you a chance to use it on me. No worries, I'm not going to report you or shoot you. Free chance, girl." Eskabar smirks wider, setting her massive weapon down nearby to lean it against the wall, then thumping her armored chest with one big hand. "C'mon, take a shot. If you manage to hit me, I'll even give you a prize. No don't look at them look at me," she says, just a bit of heat entering her voice when you nervously glance at everyone else, most of whom are now staring intently at the scene being made of you. "I'm telling you, you've got a free and clear chance to take a shot at a superior officer and even get rewarded for it if you have the base fucking skill to hit a target as big as me from five fucking feet away! You gonna do it?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Shoot.|GGSR8x1]]\n\n[[No way.|GGSR6x3]]

Yeah, you do have a bit of musical talent after all. And hey, isn't living the night life by getting out there and making money in a band exactly the sort of cool, free existence you were hoping for when you left home? You absolutely have to take a shot at this! Even if you don't become famous and rich, this seems like a great way to just live life, at least for awhile.\n\nYou circle the address at the bottom of the ad and set off towards it. You're guessing they must have regular practice hours since there's just a stretch of time listed that applicants can drop by. The address is a handful of blocks away, in a building not dissimilar from the one you're staying in, and equally run down. You knock on the door, and are a little surprised when a good-looking guy only a few years older than you dressed in fairly 'prep' style of a polo shirt and khaki pants answers. "Ah, are you here about joining the band?" \n\n"Yeah," you say a little dubiously now, but head inside as he gestures you ahead of him. The apartment inside is fairly empty, with not much more than some folding chairs for furniture besides the instruments. The other guys here are all of a similar age to the one who let you in, though their styles are fairly diverse. One is pretty heavily goth, with heavy black makeup, sheet-white skin and painted nails, shirt slumping off one of his shoulders. Another looks more biker-style, with a tight t-shirt, black leather jacket and pants, light tan skin and close-cropped hair. The fourth is sort of... neo-hippy black guy with light brown eyes and longish not-quite-straightened hair, with a tie-dyed T-shirt and denim vest, and a pair of little blue circular sunglasses. You'd probably be a little intimidated about being around so many strange older guys on their own turf, but none of them are really big and muscular like Sean... in fact, most of them have similar builds to you.\n\n"My name is Sonny, I play keyboard," the preppy blonde who let you in says by way of introductions. "This is Damien who plays bass, Joseph who plays lead guitar, and Kendrick who plays drums."\n\nThe bandmembers all give a round of greetings, to which you do your best to nod pleasantly without quite going full awkward and waving. "My name's Eric. You guys are a band, huh?"\n\n"We go by the Eclectics, yeah, since people do tend to notice." Sonny chuckles a bit before continuing. "We were all in the same music class in high school, and all had a similar ability to play a little bit of everything. After we graduated we decided to make a go of being a band. We mostly play more popular stuff, though we do have a few songs of our own... but we're mostly interested in getting hired regularly than making it big. So if we get hired by a goth bar we play emo music, if we get hired by a shots bar we play classic rock, and so on."\n\n"I get it, I figured that's why you guys had an ad in the business section instead of personals. But sounds like you've got all the major instruments covered, what do you need?"\n\n"Well, while we can all sing a bit, the one who was really good at it was our leader, Dominic. But Dominic decided he had a shot at the big time and decided to go off and compete on 'America's Next Big Talent Idol'. If we don't find another lead singer, then one of us will have to sing while also playing, and it won't be nearly as good. We've got to keep a consistent level of quality or we won't get hired." Sonny looks hopeful as he glances at you, then over at a karaoke machine that's been set up nearby. "I mean, can you sing?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Actually yeah you're pretty good at it.|CC]]\n\n[[Well, you can, but it's sort of embarrassing.|CC3x2]]\n\n[[Not really, but you can play!|CC]]

"I... yeah, I can sing, but I'm usually a little embarrassed because-"\n\n"Can't be embarrassed when you're performing on stage," Joseph cuts in. He sounds kind of like he'd like to have a deep, semi-gravelly voice like Sean's, but his is a little too light and smooth for it. He picks up the microphone from the karaoke machine and holds it out to you insistently.\n\nWell. You've come this far. At least if they laugh at you and kick you out you'll be able to tell Sean you tried. You accept the microphone, waiting for the music to start... it's a fairly popular song, on the radio a lot, probably almost anyone could sing at least part of it... before taking a deep breath and then revealing your humiliating secret.\n\nYou sound like a girl when you sing.\n\nIt's not a complete vocal transformation, you don't sound like an entirely different person, but your voice definitely pitches right into the feminine range every time you try to harmonize with music. The really frustrating thing is you're really good at singing, it's just... you sound like a young woman who's really good at singing. After getting laughed out of a few karaoke parties you'd pretty much given it up, but now here you are, brandishing your girly voice for a bunch of professional musicians.\n\nOnce the song ends, you hand the microphone back to Joseph, your cheeks bright red. The others are just kind of staring at you, several trading awkward glances. Finally Sonny speaks up. "Ah, yeah, well, I mean, you're-"\n\n"Exactly what this band needs!"\n\nEveryone, including you, looks surprised as Damien speaks up. His eyes are glittering even behind his red contacts, delicate fingers coming up to brush the black hair away from one side of his face as if just to show that off. "He's perfect, guys, we should hire him right away!"\n\n"Er, Damien, I mean, y'know, he sounds like-"\n\n"I know. That's exactly why he's perfect." The goth bassist nods firmly, looking at you, then around at the others. "Honestly his pitch isn't that far off what Dominic could do, so our original songs would work, and plenty of other songs would for that range too. Our band's always just been 'that bunch of guys who can play almost anything', but if we finally decide to give ourselves a brand and a theme, we can ask much better prices. So that's why I think we should become... an otoko-no-ko band," he says grandly, spreading his hands. At everyone's blink, he glances around, then clarifies, "Crossdressers."\n\n"WHAT?!" almost everyone else, including you, blurts.\n\n"It's the novelty and visual appeal we've been missing. We can finally build a real identity and a brand to bank on. We still probably won't get world famous, but we could do better locally."\n\n"... I dunno, man," Kendrick says after a few moments of silence on everyone's part. "There's a ton of places that wouldn't hire us anymore."\n\n"Yeah but there's other places that'd be even more likely to hire us, and we could ask for higher prices. Right now we're just the live vocal equivalent of a jukebox, we could get way more money by being an actual attraction. I swear, guys, if we all do this I really think it will work." Damien certainly seems enthusiastic about it, though he apparently remembers you haven't actually agreed yet and turns to you. "Eric, if you agree, I promise I'll do everything to make our band a success! I'll even give you part of my cut, so you'll make more than the rest of us, that's how much I believe in this!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well... okay.|CC3x3]]\n\n[[No way!|CC]]

Eventually you sigh and nod. "Yeah, okay. I guess I'll go along with this. If everyone else agrees, anyway."\n\nThe others look nervous, Joseph and Kendrick moreso than Sonny, who's already starting to look thoughtful. But after talking it over for awhile, eventually everyone's on board. You begin practice the next day, doing your best to get used to the idea that you're going to be singing like a girl, but more than that looking like a girl, in front of crowds no less. Probably not big crowds, the others note, but decently-sized ones. Still, Damien is so enthusiastic that he gives you a small advance on pay for the next gig, so you're able to know you'll have at least something for Sean even if the rest of it falls through.\n\n"So I mean, it seems like we're getting the songs down and everything," you note to him after a few days.\n\n"Yeah, we'd temporarily suspended taking jobs, but we've got one on Friday night that we should be ready for," he replies easily.\n\nThat makes you even more nervous, but makes it more pressing that you bring this up. "So like... what exactly are we going to do about dressing up? We haven't practiced that at all. Do I need to buy my own stuff, or...?" You make a bit of a face at the thought of shopping for girls' clothes.\n\n"I've already picked outfits out for everyone, and don't worry about makeup. I have a bunch of older sisters and they taught me plenty about all that over the years. The only thing you need to do is show up a bit early so you can get dressed and I can do your makeup and nails. Oh, and before then, stop by this place." He holds out a business card and you take it, examining it.\n\n"'Vidyagaem Hair Stylist'?"\n\n"I already gave them instructions so just tell them your name and you'll be good to go."\n\nYou shrug, and on Thursday afternoon after practice head over to the listed address. You're sat in the chair, and watch in amazement as they somehow manage to make your hair not just a different color and style, but noticeably longer. It now comes down past your shoulders and is a rich chestnut color over most of it, with a single bright crimson streak. You're a little surprised when they also give you a facial treatment and manicure, but apparently Damien prepaid for the works. You at least ask them to tie your hair back in a ponytail so it's not quite so girly before you head home.\n\nYou show up to the apartment at the appointed time to find four hot and rather diverse girls waiting for you. There's a cute blonde with long, wavy hair, a pink sweater, and a white tennis skirt with bobby socks and saddle shoes, a pretty goth girl in a netting shirt with a black tubetop on her flat chest under it with long, luscious black hair (still in a rather familiar style) and snug black miniskirt, a rather tough-looking girl wearing black and pink riding leathers and a purple tanktop, and a black girl with a light afro, peasant blouse, and long 'crushed' style skirt.\n\n"... Wow," you have to admit, staring around at the rather sheepish-looking group (except for Damien, who looks proud). Other than the flat chests, you'd totally buy them as all being women.\n\n"C'mon, your turn!" Damien calls, grabbing your wrist and hauling you to the bedroom with a yelp.\n\nYou manage to shoo him out when it comes to actually putting on the clothing... he seemed so enthusiastic you really thought he was going to strip and redress you. You're embarrassed to realize that he did include a pair of scarlet side-tie panties for underwear... but you guess it's not like you could wear boxers, since the outfit does include a skirt. Luckily they're already tied so that all you have to do is tighten them once they're on, trying to ignore the naughty feeling of standing in a bedroom not your own, wearing nothing but a pair of little red panties. Of course it doesn't help that you've got plenty more girls' clothes to put on, starting with the top that's basically a high collar, a flap over your chest, and a snug band just above your belly, leaving not only your shoulders but most of your midriff and back bare. Then on goes the black pleated skirt, the decorated black vest, and the shoulder-high fingerless black gloves... and after a bit more finagling, the black thigh-high stockings with a few artful tears in them. Luckily it looks like your outfit comes with boots, and you put them on not long before Damien bustles back in.\n\nHe snags the ponytail tie out of your hair and spends awhile brushing it out, then goes to applying dark red lipstick and some other, fairly artful makeup to the rest of your face, finishing off with placing a little glittery red star decoration on your cheek. Your nails get painted up in alternating dark reds and shiny blacks, and he spends a few moments tugging on bits of clothing to adjust them before clipping multiple non-piercing earrings and caps to your ears, then thrusting you in front of the mirror. You blink at the sight of a rather punk but very adorable girl staring back at you with your eyes, your painted lips opening and closing a few times. "W-... wow."\n\n"I know, right?" Damien grins a bit wickedly at you in the mirror, resting his hands on your shoulders. "We're gonna really knock 'em dead on that stage tonight!"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Yeah!|CC3x4]]\n\n[[You... you can't do this!|CC]]

Doing your best to banish your jitters and find your enthusiasm, you give Damien a grin. "Yeah! Let's do this!"\n\nThe club is a sort of alt-rock type place, which means that most of the people in here look some level or blending of the styles you, Damien, and Joseph are using. Damien had already told you that it was a sort of light metal/"ironic" pop kind of place because he thought that's what would be most likely to really dig your band's new schtick. You have to admit the club manager makes you think he might be right... they're very attractive but very androgynous, with shortish, thoroughly-styled platinum hair and clothes that are both highly fashionable and utterly unisex. The manager helps all of you get set up, then steps out to the forefront of the stage as the lights come up.\n\n"Good evening, Pop-Up Club! Tonight for our live entertainment, we have a very special new act for you, 'Honey Trap'! I'd like you to welcome lead singer Erica, guitarist Joe, bassist Demona, Sunny on keyboard and Kendra on drums! Show us what you've got, Honey Trap!"\n\nYou steel your nerves and grip the mic as the lights shift to you and the others, waiting for the right musical cue from Joe's guitar to launch into the song Dami-, er, Demona wrote for your premier, 'Big Surprise'. After that you switch it up to something poppier but that obviously goes over well even with the more alternative crowd, 'I Kissed A Girl (And I Liked It)', and then perhaps one of the more on-the-nose choices, 'I'm Not The Girl'. Most of the songs after that are either old originals from The Eclectics or more popular stuff from the club's genre.\n\nThe audience actually seems pretty into everything, which gives you a good feeling as the night wraps up. As you're standing off from the rest sipping water, the manager walks over, looking a little nervous.\n\n"Excuse me, Erica, but... the owner would like you to see him in his office."\n\nYou blink. "Huh? Is something wrong?"\n\n"No, apparently he would like to talk to you about hiring you to play some of his other clubs."\n\n"Oh!" That brightens you some. "Okay, I'll get the others and-"\n\n"He really only wanted to see you, actually." The manager pauses, then leans in, lowering their voice and resting a hand on your arm. "I really don't think you should take this meeting. I'll tell the owner that I couldn't catch you before you left, and then set up a meeting for you later, where you and the others can all come, out of costume. I think that would be better."\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, if you think so.|CC4x1]]\n\n[[Naaah, you can handle it!|CC3x5]]

"Oh dear," the white-haired guy says in an endlessly amused tone.\n\n"Eh?" You watch as the glowing line snaps inward and forms into something small, which then streaks towards you with such speed that you yelp in shock. You can feel a thump on the front of your crotch, and then in an instant you lose several feet of height and most hints of muscle tone, your bouncy chest sucking inward with similarly insane speed until your chest is completely flat, your round hips and ass yanking tight and sleek and curvy legs turning coltish.\n\n"My my, it really took to you, looks like the compatibility is good!"\n\n"U-uwah?!" you squeak. Your voice is high and cute in an entirely different way than it was before. You look down at yourself, patting quickly... your costume seems to have resized to fit your body, and when you lift the front flap to check, even the panties have resized... now hugging up a fairly modest bulge. A quick touch between your legs confirms that you've become fully male again, though you quickly pull your fingers away and drop the flap with a blush when you notice the white-haired guy is still smirking at you. "W-what happened?"\n\n"That one's called 'The Shota Special'," he answers cheerfully, holding up a finger. "And it does tend to rewrite the rest of mystic codes it attaches to. No worries, it should still wear off as normal in the morning." He puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you around, shuffling you back towards the door. "There you go, there go go, you've got your dick so please have fun at the party!"\n\n"Wait, this isn't what I-!" You're shoved out of the room and the door slams behind you, leaving you to turn and stare at it, then glance down at yourself again. "... was expecting." You sigh and hang your head. Guess there's no point to arguing. You turn and head back down the short hall, then peek around the corner. The party is of course still going on as normal, full of the same attractive, often scantily-clad people you were so eager to hit on when you raced off for this.\n\nBut now what...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to find Atalanta.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Try to mingle anyway.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Try to mingle but maybe find someone your own... height.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Find somewhere to hide out for awhile.|BuddyFHP]]

"So it's just magic dicks in this gacha thing?" you ask.\n\n"This particular one, yes," the smarmy-seeming guy says, gesturing for you to follow him as he leads you to the side and around a corner. He leads the way through a door, into a smallish room with a glowing blue spell circle on the floor. "The Dick Gacha is my masterpiece, above and beyond all previous magical achievements! ... Well, I like it the most, anyway. But here, throw your currency into the center, and we'll see what comes out."\n\nNodding, you grip your double-handful of plastic coins and then fling them towards the center of the circle. The whole thing lights up, and [[music|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uaaO3Y55b6c]] fills the room as the coins disappear and a swirling band of light rises up from the edge of the array. Wow, you've gotta admit, this is pretty cool... you've seen some obviously magic stuff so far tonight, but this is the most blatantly 'look glowy stuff!' magic yet.\n\n"Here we go, it's raising into the air, your new dick is about to appear!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Hurray, random dick!"|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Oooo, that's a lot of golden sparkles!"|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["... Why is it getting smaller?"|BuddyFHP6x2]]

You worry your lower lip as you hesitate over it, but finally realize that you have no choice. Even if you were willing to tank your own chances at succeeding as a singer, you can't just get the rest of the guys blacklisted. Shifting nervously, you finally give a small nod. "F-fine. I'll do it."\n\n"Then get over here and do it. On your knees, slut," the owner grunts, pushing further back from the desk and turning his chair to the side.\n\nWincing a little, you nevertheless step around the desk and between his spread legs before kneeling down on your stocking-clad knees as ordered. Uncertainly you rest your hands on his thighs, unable to help staring at the long, fat cock jutting up in front of your face now. God that's so unfair, how come a guy like this gets one so much bigger than yours? Trying not to make a face, you lean in and open your mouth, flicking your tongue against it just a little bit. At his vaguely chastising grunt, you force yourself to press your tongue more fully against the shaft and drag it up slowly, unable to help glancing up at his smirking face as you do, trying not to think too hard about the taste of another man's cock spreading through your mouth.\n\nYou continue licking over it, and at his grunted directions move your head to suck at it here and there. After a few minutes he grunts and slides his hands down, pulling his balls over his fly to lift them out, then resting his hand on your head to urge you downward, making you rub your face against them in between sucking and licking, the lipstick smears you've left in your wake serving as a helpful reminder that you're in a girl's position, being manipulated into getting on your knees and sucking cock for a powerful man. Of course that's even more obvious once he urges you back up and stuffs his cock into your mouth, forcing you to open wide to get the fat thing in.\n\nEvery time your painted lips slide a bit further down on his prick, which presses all over your tongue and leaves smears of pre over it and your cheeks, he seems less interested in letting you go at your own pace. His hand keeps pushing you down even more, and more firmly, making you gag as it nudges the back of your throat. But once he finally pushes you down enough that your throat is forced to bulge around it, he gives up any last hints of subtlety. Setting his cigar in the ash tray, he grabs your head with both hands and starts shoving it up and down, now just blatantly using your mouth and throat as his sex toy as you squirm and twist on the floor in front of him, your skirt swishing with the reflexive jerks of your hips.\n\n"Mmf-mmf-mmf-mmf-mmf!" Every one of his thrusts causes you to give a muffled noise of somewhere between protest and just reflexive outcry of having a cock stuffed down it. But he apparently won't be content until he's forced you all the way down, and eventually does, your chin pressing against his balls and your nose rubbing in his obviously professionally-groomed pubes as he grinds your face into his crotch. Then he resumes bucking his hips lightly, more holding your head in place now, leaving you barely able to breathe and mascara stains sliding down your cheeks with your eyes reflexively watering as you give lower, more guttural noises with his deeper facefucking. "Hgk-gk-gk-gk-gk!"\n\nFinally he shoves you all the way down, leaving you squirming and twisting again, reflexively shoving against his thighs for all the good it does you as you can feel his cock twitching and throbbing in your throat, feeling heat spreading deep down your throat. Then he's hauling you back and filling your throat and then your mouth with his load, forcing you to swallow hastily before sputtering and gasping, cum running down your chin as you look up at his smirk with watery eyes.\n\n"Not bad for a start, slut. You've got a nice mouth-pussy. Now, bend over the desk... got another one of your holes to break in."\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|CC3x8]]\n\n[[Plead for alternatives.|CC]]\n\n[[Refuse.|CC]]

Shampoo's eyes widen further. "What... what Spatula Girl mean?!"\n\n"It's simple, I've got another Strongman Okonomiyaki all cooked up and ready for ya," you coo, resting one hand around the base of your prick and starting to stroke the shaft with the other, urging it to hardness as Shampoo winds up staring at it. "And I'm gonna give it to you, and you're gonna eat it, and get a big, fat, long, hard horsecock too, juuust like this one."\n\n"Why... would Shampoo do that...?" the Chinese girl murmurs, though you can see her face starting to become steadily more flushed, nipples stiffening under the silk of her dress.\n\n"Because you love being strong, and you'd jump at the chance to be stronger," you reply, smirking. "You and me, we're really the strongest of Ranchan's fiancees. That's how I knew that you'd want this... the strength, the power. And now that you've seen it... you want this dick." You use your hand to give your thick equine prick a shake, watching Shampoo's eyes follow it and her body shiver as you do. "You either want it in you, or you want one of your own. So I'm gonna give you one of your own, and then you and me, we're not going to be enemies anymore... we're gonna be partners."\n\n"... Partners?" Shampoo gives her head a quick shake, managing to look dubious, though she's having a hard time keeping her suspicious look on your face and not looking back down at your dick. "We become partners and do what?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck each other.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[Fuck your rivals.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[Fuck Ranma.|Ukyo1x7]]

"Think about it, of all the girls after Ranchan, the two of us were always th' ones willing to take him as-is," you continue, easing over to put an arm around Shampoo's shoulders as she listens to you, obviously still a bit dubious. "Never demanding he get cured first, not beating the crap out of him every time he actually shows interest in us, and not tryin'a drug him! ... Okay usually," you add with a roll of the eyes and a shrug. Then you lightly poke Shampoo's boobs for emphasis as you continue. "And we're the ones who actually feed him cooking with no ulterior motive, we're the ones who take him in when Akane kicks him out, and whatta we get for all our efforts? Pussy-teased, that's what!"\n\nShampoo is looking less dubious and more agreeable by the moment as you continue. "Do we ever actually get to fool around with him? Or even so much as a thank-you grope? No! It's been years of him eating our food and bouncing off like we're not even women! Well, I say, if he wasn't interested in us as women... that little redheaded bitch can take our cocks instead!"\n\nSlowly, the Chinese girl reaches over and rests a hand on your jutting horseprick, making you shiver delightedly as she starts stroking it gently, a wide smirk growing on her face. "Shampoo want to hear what Ukyo has in mind."\n\nThe next day, you watch with a smirk as Ranma trots up outside your restaurant and makes his way to the door, quickly tapering it down to a normal-seeming grin. The black-haired boy pushes the door and steps inside, already starting to call a greeting, only to yelp as a bucket of water comes tumbling down on her. "Cold!"\n\n"Oh, gosh, Ranchan, I'm so sorry," you coo in forced sympathy. "We've had prankers hanging around lately, they must have slipped in and done that when I wasn't paying attention."\n\n"Just figures," Ranma huffs as she pulls the bucket off her head and tosses it negligently aside onto your nice clean floors, damp silk shirt clinging to her jiggling tits as she trots forward a bit. She pauses though as she sees you. "Uh, hey, what's with the outfit, Ucchan?"\n\nA compliment would have been nice, but after all half the reason you've decided on this is that you almost never get them unless it's by accident. Still, you smile brightly and strike a little pose, showing off the gold-embroidered blue Chinese dress that's tied up the sides. Of course, one of the real reasons you're wearing it is that it's been specially made to conceal what you can feel hot and lightly throbbing against your belly. "You like it? My new besty made it for me!"\n\n"New besty?" Ranma blinks again... then looks startled as Shampoo saunters out of the back area, wearing a matching purple-and-gold qipao. "Uh, Shampoo? You and Ukyo are-"\n\n"Mhm!" Shampoo beams brightly as she makes her way up to you, both of you sauntering a bit closer to Ranma. "Shampoo and Ukyo decide no more fighting! We both find something we totally agree on!"\n\n"Uh, that's nice. Hey, y'know, I just remembered this challenge I've gotta answer, gotta go!" Ranma blurts, clearly mildly terrified at the prospect of the two of you actually getting along, the redhead starting to turn towards the door.\n\nYou and Shampoo both immediately spring forward, Ranma yelping in surprise and starting to struggle... and clearly looking surprised at the fact that she might as well be back under the 'complete lack of strength' curse for all the good it does her. Working together, the two of you are able to strip her out of her shirt, pants, and boxers, the redhead squawking in outrage and confusion as her body is bared. Then she's shoved down to her knees, tits bouncing heavily with the impact, you and Shampoo keeping a foot on the back of each calf and holding her arms up and extended with one hand each to keep her in position. "Hey!" she protests, still struggling as she realizes she's pinned, not really doing much but shaking her boobs provocatively. "What the hell?!"\n\n"Y'know, Ranma, we got real tired of you never giving us the dick," you announce, smirking down at the helpless redhead.\n\n"Mhm, Shampoo give husband maaany opportunities to give Shampoo a good fuck," your partner coos. "But if you not willing to give Ukyo and Shampoo a good dicking..."\n\nYou and Shampoo's eyes meet, exchanging a smirk, before both of you simultaneously use your free hand to grip your dresses and yank them away. The horsecocks that had been pinned against your bellies and hidden by the cut of the dresses immediately drop down, falling right across the stunned Ranma's face with heavy slapping noises.\n\n"Then Ukyo and Shampoo will just have to give you a good dicking," you complete, the Amazon giggling and shaking her hips a bit to move her cock against Ranma's face.\n\n"W-wha?! What the... what the heck?!" Ranma whimpers, clearly confused and a bit frightened by this situation.\n\n"Don't worry, sugar, you'll love it," you practically purr as you reach down to grip the base of your cock and start rubbing it against the redhead's face, Shampoo doing much the same. The two of you make soft cooing and teasing noises as you press your dicks against the squirming, wriggling, helpless redhead's face and hair, both of you letting out a laugh as you move in close and press your large ballsacks against the sides of her head as she whimpers, letting your shafts rub together as you do. Little thwaps and smacks are added in amongst comments of how much bigger the two of you are than Ranma ever was as a man. You're not entirely sure whether it's something about the treatment, or if perhaps the look and smell of such powerful, virile dicks somehow bypass Ranma's own preferences and yank some deep lust out of his now female brain, but you notice as the redhead's nipples stiffen, and her face flushes, her squirming gradually lessening as her lips part and she winds up panting and shivering. Once you notice her tongue poke out a bit, apparently unconsciously, you announce, "Okay, she's ready."\n\n"Wha?" Ranma lets out a particularly feminine yelp as she's suddenly hauled up and shoved over to a table, Shampoo forcing her to bend over it and holding her there, the redhead's tits pillowed against the smooth surface. "H-hey, what're ya doin' now?!"\n\n"Oh me and Shamps here have it all planned out," you explain as you take just a moment to enjoy the sight of your fiancee-turned-victim bent over the table, her cute ass shaking in the air and pussy glistening between her thighs. You stroke your horsecock with one hand and knead one of your tits with the other, luxuriating in a few more moments of anticipation before stepping forward. "From now on you're going to be our bitch, our slave, our fuckpet, and we'll share you fifty-fifty, no hogging. But obviously we've gotta break you first, make sure you've got no more illusions of ever being treated like a man, or for that matter a person, ever again. And I..." you continue, smirking as you press the flared head of your prick up between her asscheeks and right against that tight little pucker. "Get to go first. On account of I've been your fiancee longest."\n\n"It fair enough," Shampoo declares philosophically as a drop of pre dribbles from the tip of her own equine dick.\n\n"Wait! No way, Ucchaaaaagggnglk!" Ranma grits her teeth, eyes rolling and drool already starting to dribble down her chin as you shove your cock deep into her ass into a single thrust. Not bothering to hold back, you begin thrusting hard, driving inches more in with every thrust, until you're deep-dicking the captive redhead as she writhes and grunts and gurgles with the sensation overload, her toes pressing against the floor and unconsciously lifting her ass up and back towards your thrusts.\n\n"How's that, huh, slut?" you demand with a sneer as you grab Ranma's pigtail and yank back on it, making her shduder even more. You deliver a good hard slap to her ass in between thrusts, making her body jerk and her ass squeeze around the thick horsecock stretching it taut. "Yeah, you like that don't you? All that time going around bragging what a real man you were and you wouldn't even use your dick, and now you're bent over a table with a fat cock up your ass and big balls slapping your pussy? Yeah, you're a real man aren't you, you stupid slut?" you snort, delivering a few more good slaps to her jiggling, slightly pinked ass and making her writhe harder against the table.\n\nEventually after venting a bit more of your built-up resentment via words and some more spanking, you thrust forward, letting out a long, whinny-like moan as you start pumping thick spurts of cum deep into Ranma's ass. The redhead gurgles, her eyes rolling again as she twitches and shivers, her flat belly swelling just a little with the size of the load you're emptying into her. Of course not all of it stays in once you pull out, your still mostly-hard dick slipping out amidst a rain of cum that splatters all over the floor, her gaping, completely cream-smeared ass dribbling more of it out over her drenched, still virgin pussy. Moving around to the opposite side of the redhead, you take over pinning her arms against her back so that Shampoo can move around behind her instead. The Chinese futa slaps her meaty, equinoid prick against Ranma's pinked asscheeks a few times, before pushing into her already broken-in hole in one smooth, hard thrust, Ranma arching and giving a soft wail as she's once more filled with thick, throbbing, flair-headed prick.\n\n"Mmm, Shampoo try so hard to be good little sweet woman for husband," Shampoo sneers, delivering a spank of her own to Ranma's impact-pinked ass and again making her jerk in place, and from the soft little 'mm!' Shampoo gives, making her ass squeeze again. "And get nothing but humiliated for it. Well now husband is going to be slave-wife instead, and will learn to be a good pet for Shampoo! And Ukyo," she adds as an afterthought, flashing you a grin.\n\nSnickering, you lean forward to catch one of Shampoo's nipples in your mouth, suckling at it as she fucks your fiancee-turned-victim. You deliver a few licks to her big, jiggling breast before moving up to kiss her, displaying sweet affection for your former rival as she helps you break your former beloved with a good, rough assfucking. After some time she too gives a whinny-moan and shoves forward, and you get to watch the face Ranma makes as she has her ass filled with a proper equine load... and, you're fairly certain, cums from it. Of course, once Shampoo's pulled out, she moves to take over holding Ranma down, and you move to shove back into the redhead's formerly tight little ass, resuming your own litany of spankings and verbal chastisement.\n\nBy the time the two of you's cocks are sliding into Ranma's ass with almost no resistance, you're not even having to hold her down anymore. She just lays there flopped against the table, eyes rolled and tongue lolled out, making slutty-sounding little gasps and moans as you and Shampoo take turns fucking her. Which leaves whoever's not currently doing the fucking free to fondle the other's bouncing tits or hotdog her ass, or both. Still, it's become clear you've succeeded in pretty much completely breaking Ranma's spirit, so finally the two of you step back, Shampoo moving over to the counter to retrieve a pair of vials that she uncorks and brings back. You accept one, then both of you take a moment to admire the view of Ranma bent over the table, quivering and twitching, her ass gaping wide open with cum pooled in the lower half of it and constantly dribbling down over her pussy and legs. Then you clink your vial with Shampoo's, calling "Cheers!" before the two of you drink.\n\nThough even your equine-enhanced stamina had begun to flag, almost instantly after downing the concoction your prick surges back to full hardness... and then some, making you give a huffing, slightly animal moan as it surges up even thicker and longer than before. You can feel your balls growing heavier too, practically churning as you walk towards Ranma purposefully, you and Shampoo hefting her unresisting form up. You lay on your back on the floor, helping Shampoo lay Ranma down on you, the redhead's large tits pressing against yours as you wrap your arms around her to pin hers... more for the sense of power than that you expect any real resistance from her at this point.\n\n"W-wha...?" Ranma clearly struggles a bit to think as she's pulled into such a position. "What... are you doin' now?" she asks weakly.\n\n"The final part of the plan, of course," you chirp, mmming softly as you feel Shampoo rubbing her cock against yours, then pressing them both tightly together. "See, the last thing to do is obviously to knock you up... it's why Shampoo and I both took a special Chinese fertility potion she'd had sitting around hoping to give to you, when you were still a man. But to insure absolute fairness for both of us having the most chance to knock you up... well, it's obvious, ain't it?"\n\nRanma continues to look confused... until realization dawns, her eyes going wide. She looks to be rallying enough willpower to at least protest when Shampoo pulls her back, forcing her pussy against both her cockhead and yours. The redhead's mouth opens wide in an attempt to cry out as the Amazon's strength forces her back, her virgin cunt forced to slowly, gradually spread around two immense equine pricks, but all that comes out is a gurgling noise as her eyes roll and her tongue juts out as the flared heads pop inside her. You moan as well at feeling your cock forced against Shampoo's as inch by inch, both of them slide inside the tight confines of your pet's pussy. Like two horny boys using an onahole at once, you and Shampoo slide deeper and deeper in, Ranma's hot, sodden little hole forced to accommodate every bit of you... after this, it's obvious her pussy will be absolutely useless for anyone who's <i>not</i> literally hung like a horse, but then that's not a problem for you. Instead you start bucking your hips up into her as Shampoo starts thrusting, the Amazon able to use slightly longer strokes than you are... not that you mind, since it just means more stimulation from her cock rubbing against yours.\n\nBy the time both of you whinny and thrust into her, filling her with two loads almost as big as all the others combined, Ranma's eyes have gone glassy and her lips have curled up in a brainless, idiot smile of pleasure, her body trembling eagerly as she's knocked up, her belly already swelling in imitation of the pregnancy to come.\n\n"Shamps, this's th' beginnin' of a beautiful friendship," you coo, smiling up at your partner as the two of you's impregnated pet writhes between the press of your tits.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|Ukyo1xEnd]]

You smirk as you flex one arm, and give your hips a shimmy to make your new immense prick shake around in front of you, balls wobbling below the base of the shaft. Oh yeah... you've got a challenge letter to write.\n\nThe next day you're standing in the distant forest clearing where you set the challenge up. It's got everything you need... trees, a stream nearby, a couple of good hiding places, and a large, somewhat flat waist-high boulder that will be useful. You're just wearing your chestwraps, having dispensed with the usual shirt, and have donned a pair of particularly baggy pants that mostly hide the monster dangling down one of your legs. You also chose a jaunty scarf to tie around your head to hide your changed ears, though it's not far enough out of your usual fashion sense to draw attention, you figure.\n\nYou grin to yourself. Shampoo may not be as mad for challenges as Ranchan, but her Amazon honor will still demand she answer, so she should be here soon. You've spent the last day testing your boosted body, and you're confident that she'd essentially be yours to toy with in any real fight. Your plan is to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-trick her and take her out of the running.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[-defeat her in a straight-up fight.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[-demonstrate your overwhelming strength.|Ukyo1x5]]\n\n[[-put her in her place.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[-destroy her.|Ukyo]]

Yeah, that's the plan, you think as your grin grows even larger. You're going to show Shampoo just how outclassed she is now. When you're done, there will be no question she'll do exactly as you say.\n\nA few minutes later, there's a rustle in the trees just before Shampoo drops into the clearing. She's wearing a long-sleeved pink Chinese dress that comes down to just below her hips, and seems to have decided that's plenty, leaving her curvaceous legs bare as she saunters towards you, an annoyed look on her adorable face. She stops and flicks a hand through her thick purple hair. "Spatula Girl actually challenging Shampoo directly? Not even show up with big griddle arena and bunch of bombs? Is Spatula Girl trying to waste Shampoo's time?"\n\n"Oh, we don't have to fight, sugar," you scoff. "Though this is a challenge. Here, I challenge you to pick up that boulder," you say, pointing at the large rock close to you.\n\nShampoo squints at you. "Shampoo no get it. What Spatula Girl trying to prove? Spatula Girl not saying she can lift rock Shampoo can't, that-"\n\n"Just give it a try, what harm could it do?" you answer breezily.\n\nStill eyeing you suspiciously, Shampoo makes her way over to the large boulder, then bends over to find a handhold. You step back, subtly admiring the sleek curve of her thighs and the slight flash of pale purple panties as she moves. Her arms and legs go taut as she tries to lift the rock, but fails utterly. Grumbling a little, she shifts to one side, trying a different handhold, and heaving with her entire body. This time there's the tiniest of shifts in the stone's position, but no more than that despite several more all-in yanks by Shampoo. Panting, her large breasts heaving under the silk, the Amazon straightens up. "Fine, Shampoo cannot lift rock, what that prove?"\n\nSmirking, you step forward and dig your fingers into depressions in the rock. Obviously not trying too hard and with the slightest tensing of your muscles, you haul it free of the ground, the other two-thirds of the huge rock sliding out of the earth and trailing dirt, part of the new gaping hole in the ground collapsing inward. You turn and toss the rock over the trees and out of sight, before turning to Shampoo, who's staring at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw.\n\n"Is trick!" she declares after a moment, pointing at you accusingly.\n\n"If you think so, let's try another challenge," you answer cheerfully, fully having expected that. "Pick out a tree, any tree you want, and hit it as hard as you like. Do your best to knock it down."\n\nThe purple-haired girl eyes you, then looks around at the trees. You deliberately picked an area full of old, thick-trunked ones, but after walking around and looking at them carefully, she finally comes to a stop in front of one. She carefully takes a stance, prepares her strike, and snaps fist forward, driving it into the trunk. The wood buckles, a good sizeable chunk splintering and smashing, and Shampoo steps aside as it slowly cracks, creaks, groans, and eventually falls over.\n\n"Okay, now pick out a tree for me to hit. Again, any one you like."\n\nThat just seems to make her more suspicious, but again she goes walking around. She comes to a stop in front of one that, you note happily, is noticeably thicker than the one she picked out, and points at it. "Spatula Girl hit this one, then." She smirks a little. "Shampoo will even be nice and bandage broken hand."\n\nYou smirk back as you walk over, letting her step back into the clearing to watch. Then you drive back and swing your arm forward in a slashing motion, striking with the side of your forearm as much as your hand. Your blow doesn't even smash into the wood so much as almost cut through, splinters and debris flying forward ahead of your strike. You hop over as the tree immediately tilts, crashing down to the ground atop Shampoo's downed tree within seconds.\n\nThis time when you turn back to her, the Chinese girl has gone pale, her legs actually trembling a little... hell, she looks on the verge of pissing herself as you walk back over towards her. "H-how-" she croaks, before swallowing and getting a bit of a handle on her voice. "How Spatula Girl get so strong?"\n\n"I got ahold of this very interesting cookbook," you answer breezily, reaching up to untie the scarf and let your ears spring free, then pushing down the front of your pants and fiishing out your cock to let it flop down. Shampoo's eyes widen further as she takes in the mostly-limp equine prick as you give it a few strokes, pudding-like flesh shaking. "Basically all the strength of a horse multiplying my own. And this big thing right here. And now-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-you're gonna suck it."|Ukyo]]\n\n[["-you're gonna have one too."|Ukyo1x6]]

Despite the odd ingredient, the Strong Man's Okonomiyaki seems like it has a lot of potential... and won't break your bank or completely coopt your time for something that sounds like a long shot at best. Hanging up the 'Closed' sign, you head out to a reliable butcher's shop you patron who's famous for having darn near anything whenever you want it.\n\nYou keep the restaurant closed when you return, wanting to focus on the recipe. After marinating the meat as per the instructions and assembling all the other ingredients, you start cooking, laying the ingredients down bit by bit, since the structure of the process seems to be very important. But eventually you have it completed and slide it onto one of the plates that fits into a delivery box. There! You smile as you lean in, inhaling. It actually smells fantastic and might be one of your best okonomiyaki yet!\n\nNow, the question is, take it to Ranchan, or eat it yourself? You have to admit you wouldn't really mind eating it yourself at this point... all questions of a powerup aside, it looks delicious. You almost snag some chopsticks when you realize, you haven't tested it yet. What if you made it wrong? You don't think you did, but it is the first time you've ever made something like this. Plus what if it has some sort of weird side effect it doesn't mention in the book? Maybe you should find a test subject first.\n\n<hr>\n[[Feed it to Ranchan.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[Eat it yourself.|Ukyo1x3]]\n\n[[Find a test subject.|Ukyo]]

Let's be honest, for a good portion of the time you were making this thing, you were picturing the look on Shampoo's face when you picked her up like she weighed nothing and tossed her back to China. ... Okay, it might not make you <i>that</i> strong, but if you could even finally win at armwrestling with the monstrously powerful Amazon, you'd call that a win. You settle down at one of the tables with the plate and start eating, a few quick, measured bites at first, but it's so strangely delicious that you soon find yourself scarfing it down with a speed and eagerness that would rival Ranchan.\n\nYou finish it off and sit back, satisfied that at least if nothing else, you've discovered a really delicious new okonomiyaki recipe, slightly odd meat choice aside. Then you feel a strange twitching running up your arms and legs, then spreading into your neck and belly and chest, making you jerk to your feet and sending the chair toppling backwards to clatter on the floor. You groan as your muscles continue to twitch, bulging just slightly as they grow denser, more layered, more powerful, your legs growing a bit thicker, your arms taking on obvious muscle tone. You yank open your top, staring down as your flat stomach flexes and tightens, abs taking on definition and becoming a cut six-pack, even as you can feel your ass growing both rounder and more taut.\n\nThen you cry out as a new sensation overtakes all the rest. There's a strange tense, stretching sensation in your ears... but more than that, in your crotch, the feelings much more intense there as the tight spandex hugging against the falt surface begins to bulge out with a new shape. It stretches further and further as a large shaft and plump sack begin to push their way out, pulling the waistband away from your skin as it gets bigger and bigger with every moment. Finally it overcomes the ability of your tights to stretch and the fabric tears, the thick, flare-headed shaft springing completely free and jutting out in front of you, heavy balls dropping to sway between your thighs.\n\nPanting and gasping, but unable to resist the powerful instinct now gripping you, you grab the massive horsecock protruding from your crotch with both hands, pumping it wildly and thrusting your hips against it, moaning eagerly as you fuck into your frantic stroking. Your eyes roll up and your tongue lolls out as pleasure like you've never known surges through your new throbbing prick and into the rest of your body, sending ecstasy zinging through your blood with every beat of your now more powerful heart. Completely without shame or inhibition, you start putting your entire back into your thrusts, your movements gradually dislodging the wrapping around your breasts and sending them spilling free, bouncing and jiggling as you jerk off.\n\nSuddenly your cock surges in your hands, and you let out a long, whinny-like cry as it starts shooting long, voluminous gushes of cum forward, spattering over the table, empty plate, and floor as you cum so hard you almost white out. You continue to shudder and twitch, jerking your hips a bit as you keep spurting jizz, your eyes almost entirely rolled up in your head and your tongue dripping spittle down your chin.\n\nEventually you come back to yourself, still panting and gasping for breath, your eyes readjusting, then staring down at the still mostly-hard horsecock in your hands, just a bit of limpness having set in and letting it wobble slightly with your movements. You... have a dick! A very, thoroughly equine dick! Recalling something else, you bring your hands up to the sides of your head, feeling at your ears... they definitely have a somewhat more horselike shape, though more backswept... you probably look like an elf or something. You've been changed, altered! Sure you have powerful muscles, and you can tell just from a few flexes and the way you feel that you're ridiculously stronger. Still, you have to-\n\n<hr>\n[[... find a way to change back!|Ukyo]]\n\n[[... set up a meeting with Shampoo.|Ukyo1x4]]

You've got to admit, in large part you're just really curious about this cookbook anyway. Cooking is sort of your life, and you're pretty certain you saw some okonomiyaki recipes in there, oddly enough.\n\nFlipping the pair of cooking ones onto a plate and covering them, you go to retrieve the little cookbook and flip through it. Convenient how it's in Japanese despite being a Chinese product, huh? You start flipping through it, trying to get a general idea of what might be in it that's useful.\n\nYou spot the [[Strong Man's Okonomiyaki|Ukyo1x2]]. It promises a huge boost to the eater's strength, speed, and stamina, as well as other "yang-boosting benefits". Hm, with the promise of you being able to make him powerups like that, you just might be able to lure Ranchan over to your side! Or you guess you could eat it yourself and get a leg up over the other girls... being stronger than Shampoo for once would be pretty great! You notice that the recipe calls for horsemeat, which is a little weird, but eh.\n\nThe next recipe over is the [[Mother's Milk Okonomiyaki|Ukyo]]. Apparently it promises boosts to "femininity and all that goes with a mother's role". You're not sure what the exact details of that would be, but you admit to nagging worries that maybe the reason Ranchan's never been completely lured by your feminine wiles is that they're not feminine enough. Maybe with this you'd finally be able to lure him in!\n\nHm, there's something it calls the [[Seductive Swirl Okonomiyaki|Ukyo]]. Apparently the ingredients are a focus on aroma and you need to lay down a very precise pattern in a very particular sauce on top of it to make it work, but whoever eats it will become hopelessly enamored of the one who cooked it! That sounds perfect! ... Maybe a little too perfect.\n\nHm. There is a similar thread in the [[True Friendship Cookies|Ukyo]]. Admittedly baking is venturing a little more outside of your comfort zone but not too far out of it, you're sure you could make cookies. Your rivalry with Akane has certainly gone smoother than your rivalry with Shampoo, you suppose in part because you can be friendly with each other. What if you made some or all of your rivals <i>best</i> friends with you? Heck, they might just give up and let you have Ranchan!\n\nThe last recipe in the book is for something it calls the [[Three Wish Muffins|Ukyo2x1]]. The recipe is incredibly complex and uses a ton of really rare and expensive ingredients, and only makes three muffins... but apparently each of those muffins entitles you to a very literal wish! It would probably take you a solid month and near-empty your bank account, but just imagine, being able to have wishes granted!

"Fine," you say with a sigh. "I'll run your damn maze."\n\n"Good!" Almost immediately there's the sound of stone grinding on stone again, though much louder this time, as part of one of the walls slowly slides inward and to the side. "Go on then, get started. I'll be watching you with great anticipation!"\n\nScowling, you set your shoulders and walk through the revealed doorway, and into a room that's at least double the size. On the three walls without a door in them are statues, one directly in the center of each, all of them elf women... or Drow women, you're guessing, from the dark stone used and the slightly more imposing set of the features. On your left, the statue is generous... extremely so... of hair, breast, and hip, with long luscious legs and in general looking more like a stylized wet dream than an actual person, the statue's expression showing a bright smile, it's flat and featureless eyes somehow seeming empty even without being blank. Directly ahead is a Drow that looks fairly normal... she's naked as well, and does have large breasts, but they're definitely not bigger than her head like the left-side statue's, her face set in a thoughtful, determined expression. On your right is a statue of a youngish Drow, probably still a child, slim and barely developed at all, with wide inquisitive eyes and a curious set to her mouth.\n\n"What kinda maze...?" you mutter to yourself.\n\n"A pervy kind!" a voice chirps from directly behind you.\n\n"GAH!" Jumping and whirling around, your knife in your hand, you stare at the sight before you. A skull carved of red stone, its sockets flickering with scarlet points of light, is hovering in the air in front of you. \n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/1JxrQFp.jpg>\n\nIts jaw moves as it continues in its cheerful, masculine voice. "Ol' Alrid's a bit of a lech, y'see. Obviously wouldn't make any sort of maze without having it be a bit on the lewd side, eh?"\n\n"... Great. And you are...?" you ask, slowly lowering your weapon and straightening up.\n\n"Name's Vix. Or title, or description, whatever. Basically I'm here to explain the challenges here in the early parts of the maze. Y'see these first few rooms, they're not just a matter of picking the right direction, you also have to challenge your brainmeats to consider questions. And rather than just writing the questions on the wall, here I am to explain them! Makes it all a bit more interesting, ya?"\n\n"So this maze comes with its own peanut gallery. Fantastic." Sheathing your knife, you let out a huff as you rest your hands on your hips. "Alright, so what's the question here?"\n\n"The question for this room iiiiiis..." Vix announces, wobbling back and forth and somehow managing to produce a drumroll sound. "What sort of woman does Alrid want to see here!"\n\nWell. You really should have guessed something like that. You turn back to the statues, frowning. Alrid's the guy who talked to you and is putting you through all this... so you don't know a lot about him other than what he's already said and the situation you find yourself in. Probably pretty safe to assume he's a Drow, from the statues and the demeanor. But what else do you know about him? Which statue would he think is the right one...?\n\n<hr>\n[[The sexbomb.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[The normal woman.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[The youth.|GGRogue]]

"Mm, but having looked around, I must admit... you've done exceptionally well for a male," you muse, flitting your eyes about the cavern before looking back down at him. "You did all this yourself?"\n\n"Yes," he growls back, though his gaze looks a little confused at even the backhanded praise.\n\n"And you're not that bad down here, either," you coo, rubbing your bare, black-lipped pussy against his stiff prick through his robes, watching in delight as he shudders a little in pleasure. "A rarely talented male, and maybe one worth... cultivating. And don't tell me that you're utterly, entirely happy being left... alone," you add, giving a little grind of your hips to emphasize the word.\n\nHe muffles a groan low in his throat, shuddering a little again. "I won't be your slave," he snaps back, though you sense just a bit of uncertainty there.\n\n"Hm. But I do so like your little lair... and I admit, I think I'm starting to like you." Your eyes glow a bit more brightly with your amusement. "So... why don't we make a deal?"\n\n"What sort of-" He starts to demand, obviously almost in reflex, before cutting himself off with a hard intake of breath as you set the gem aside, instead using your free hand to brush down the front of your robe, parting the folds of it further. A few light tugs at the tie you made, and it falls open completely, baring your full black breasts, trim waist, flat stomach, and smooth, dark pussy to his view. "... deal," he manages to finish.\n\n"The deal is," you reply, slipping the knife away and setting it down, bracing your hand on the floor as you lean forward. The other slips between your legs, nimbly finding the folds of his robes and the pants beneath, freeing his stiff prick from its confinement. You watch his face with amusement as you slide back down, sheathing his length inside you... it does take a fair bit of self control not to visibly react yourself, since he really is wonderfully sized, an almost perfect fit inside your wet cunt. Still, you have to gather yourself and repeat, as you begin slowly riding him. "The deal is, if our first child is a girl, you will submit yourself to our female rule. You will dutifully serve us as you were born to," you coo, bracing your other hand as well... then sliding your dominant one to his throat, applying just enough pressure that he can really feel it.\n\nHe shudders beneath you, and you can feel his cock swell and throb some inside you in response to having his throat squeezed. Still, he rallies enough to look up at you defiant, managing a strong, if strained voice despite the eagerness of his cock as you work your dripping Drow cunt over it. "And if it's a son?" he demands, as if having already agreed to impregnating you... well, you suppose the eager, twitching length inside you already did that.\n\n"Then I suppose, in a perversion of all that's natural, I'll be your little submissive Drow woman-slut," you coo back, adding a mocking edge to the words, as if it were the most ridiculous thing you'd ever heard. And yet saying the words sends a little shiver down your spine, ending in your pussy fluttering around his stiff prick. "I'll obey the males absolutely, bending over or going to my knees whenever they like, cleaning and cooking and dressing as you demand." You begin pounding your hips down on him harder, building towards trying to drive him into the floor... to assert your dominance, you assure yourself, not because the words excite you.\n\nHe breathes hard through gritted teeth, body trembling under yours, red eyes raking down your body, at those swaying blue-black tits capped by their ink-black nipples. You can feel his throat work under your gripping hand as he swallows hard. Then he begins bucking up into you, throat thrumming under you as he growls, making you gasp in delight and squeeze just a bit harder as his balls slap against you and his thrusts lift you up a bit at the bottom of your own downward thrusts.\n\nAnd when his own hands wrap around your throat and squeeze in return, you maybe... just maybe... begin to cum.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|GGRogue13xEnd]]

Huh, now that's interesting. You knew that there were more Oz books that followed the 'of Oz' naming scheme, some by the original author and some by other people. And of course you knew about 'Wicked' and its various spin-offs. But you'd never heard of 'The Wickedest Witches of Oz'. You wonder if it's new or one of the older ones. Partly just to check the publishing date, you pick it up and open it.\n\nThe sound of a heavy door slamming from some distance away immediately grabs your attention. You look up and realize that you're now standing in a small, positively dungeon-esque room. It's not quite bucket-in-the-corner straw-on-the-floor dungeon level, but there's a small bed with a thin mattress and tattered blanket, a chair, a plain vanity with a cracked mirror and a dented water pitcher atop it, and a wooden box with a lid over in one corner that you suspect is the toilet. There's also a thin window high up on the wall letting a bit of sunlight in. What the actual fuck is going on, how did you get here?!\n\nThen the door swings open, a heavy wooden thing that bangs against the wall. You catch sight of two tall, rather hulking simian forms before someone else sweeps into the room, immediately grabbing your attention. That... is definitely a wicked witch. She's tall and definitely a little hawk-nosed, but also intensely handsome to go along with that, her eyes a fiery and intense green that outshines the similar green of her skin. The black witch hat is in place, as is the black dress, though it's thin and conforms rather well to a very nice figure with full breasts, sleek waist and round hips. As she walks towards you, the sun hits the black of the cloth and reveals that it's rather thin, showing off the outline o her long, strong legs and even the gap between her thighs with a faint glimpse of the curve of her crotch. She stops in front of you, giving you a rather sultry smirk that sends a bit of a shiver up your spine despite everything, then raises up a hand to curl around your chin, gently tilting your head up so she can look in your eyes.\n\n"Well well well," she coos in a femininely deep voice. "I have you now, my pretty."\n\n<hr>\n[[... Eep.|GGDOz]]\n\n[[Hey, hands off!|GGDOz]]\n\n[[How about a little water, witch?!|GGDOz]]\n\n[[... Yes. Yes, she does. ♥|GGDOz]]

"I guess that's all I can really think of to ask," you finally say.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Understood. Proceeding to next generated step in Ambassador program, securing cooperation of individual.</div>\n\n"... You mean actually asking me to help you."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Correct. Since you cannot be directly commanded to assist us without compromising your individuality, and your individuality has been deemed vital to this experiment, you must make the decision to assist us voluntarily.</div>\n\nYou frown at her. "Why would I do that?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Several reasons. The first is that lacking memories, you lack any particular learned loyalties or commitments to social structures or organizations currently existing in individualistic society. While you are an individual and react as such, you are not part of 'individualistic collectives' and could thus choose to instead join our Collective of your own free will.</div>\n\n"What, that's it?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">That is the primary goal. If you do not we will simply delete your personality engram and wait for another drone to be randomly selected as an Ambassador to attempt the experiment again.</div>\n\n"Uh. That sounds more like a threat..."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">We do not perceive it as such. The loss of an individual is incomprehensible to us as a threat. Thus your presence.</div>\n\n"Oh. Right."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">If you judge it to be necessary, you could be given a brief connection to the Collective to experience what it is like to be part of it without being stripped of your individuality. If experiencing being a member of the Collective and retaining the memory of such would be beneficial to your decision making process.</div>\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, alright.|TrekF1x6]]\n\n[[Pass.|TrekF]]

You blink, suddenly finding yourself in a blank white expanse. You look around, confused... you were just... somewhere else. Something else? Looking down at yourself you find a slender, completely smooth but apparently flesh and blood body, lacking any and all sex characteristics.\n\n"Where am I?!" you call in a bit of alarm. "Who am I?!"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">You are a human.</div>\n\nAbruptly standing in front of you is a woman made out of black rubber. She looks vaguely like some sort of sex doll, with large, idealized breasts, an hourglass figure with tiny waist and broad hips, luscious legs that nevertheless end in bootlike feet, and a face molded in the shape of a beautiful woman's, but all in a single color. Her eyes blink, once, though it's an odd look considering they're all made up of the same black rubber. She sashays back and forth in front of you slowly, her body squeaking softly but also jiggling heavily, as if the rubber making her up were a simultaneously firm and stiff and yet bouncy and loose.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">The rest of your identity is irrelevant, and irretrievable in any event. Your memories and personal identity have been discarded as irrelevant to the RubBorg Collective. Your core identity and personality have been restored from flash backups.</div>\n\n"... Oh." You shudder a little. That answer is both terrifying and... not. Since you can't remember what you've lost, you're not sure how to feel about losing it... a feeling that, on its own, makes you terrified about not being terrified. "Why... why would you do that?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Through random happenstance you have been selected out of several million drones to make an attempt at an ambassador. A figure to assist our attempts to assimilate other species and cultures with minimal damage to stock and infrastructure. As such you will be allowed to explore this position by asking questions and receiving answers rather than a direct download, in an attempt to properly prepare you for your role.</div>\n\n(The following are not branch passages, feel free to click on them and come back, click "That's it" when ready to continue.)\n\n[[Who are you?|TrekF1x4a]]\n\n[[Why me?|TrekF1x4b]]\n\n[[What is it you want?|TrekF1x4c]]\n\n[[Why the sex?|TrekF1x4d]]\n\n[[What would I do?|TrekF1x4e]]\n\n[[That's it.|TrekF1x5]]

Eventually, having gone through another number of bizarre and pleasurable forms, you slump back and gradually allow your body to resume its slender, neuter 'default'. There's a faint tingle as a green wave passes over you, cleaning off the accumulated cum and milk from your efforts.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Mental and physical scans indicate a return to resting state.</div>\n\n"Ah... yeah." You sit up and swing your legs around, hopping down off the table and glancing upward, though the voice of the Collective is speaking directly inside you. "Sorry, guess I had to get over the feeling of being exposed to the pleasure of the Collective, and suddenly being able to do... all that. How long did I keep you waiting?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Four months, two weeks, three days, nineteen hours, fifty-seven minutes.</div>\n\n"Oh." You blink. "Uh. Sorry."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Irrelevant. This project was not deemed time-sensitive.</div>\n\n"Well that's good, I guess. What is this body, though?" \n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">An experimental one composed of a new variety of RubBorg nanites. Though they are composed of the same ultrarubber that all RubBorg nanites are, they have been specially programmed and designed to form a body designed for infiltration. Thus rather than a solid mass as they are usually composed of, they will group together into the shape of organs, and even emit the appropriate biosigns for each individual organ. Even when outside the body they will correspond to such a configuration until told not to do so, making you immune to the 'blood test' used to check for certain species, at least on cursory examination. It was judged that in this way you could interact with other species as one of their own, as it was judged there would be a high probability of needing to do so.</div>\n\nYou feel yourself drawn to one section of the lab, where you find a setup that at least looks like it was intended for a more typical human's use, since it involves a chair in front of a desklike structure. You sit down and a number of green-tinted holoscreens spring up around you. "It will be good to get to work bringing others into the Collective. I think I already have some suggestions."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Elaborate.</div>\n\n"First of all, being exposed to the Collective briefly, and then continuing to be aware of it even if not experiencing it directly, is a highly transformative experience. I don't think it would even be possible for someone to not want to be helpful after they feel it. I think making use of this technique more would be invaluable."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Untenable. While your generalized awareness of the Collective while retaining your individuality is less resource-intensive than originally believed, there are trillions of RubBorg drones and many more assimilatable creatures in the universe. As well, it does not produce proper assimilation.</div>\n\n"No, I'm not saying we should make it the standard for every drone that already exists or every new one. But I am saying that it's a way to get people to want to be part of the Collective, like I do now. How many individuals would you say you could hook up to experience the Collective while still retaining their individuality?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">If it were a full experience such as the one you had for 2.928 seconds, perhaps 10,000. As a background process such as the one you currently experience, perhaps a billion, for a limited amount of time.</div>\n\n"That's definitely enough to work with. Now, the first thing we need to tackle is one of the main reasons people will resist assimilation."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Query, what is this reason?</div>\n\n<hr>\n[[They don't trust the RubBorg.|TrekF1x8]]\n\n[[They don't know how good it feels.|TrekF]]\n\n[[They don't have the right incentives.|TrekF]]\n\n[[It's not enticing enough.|TrekF]]

"Uh... I guess?" you reply.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Very well. Beginning multiprocessing thread.</div>\n\nYou wait for a second... then gasp, your back arching and eyes going wide as you experience the overwhelming lewdness of the RubBorg Collective running through your mind. Billions of drones constantly fucking machines, each other, individuals, those individuals' pleasure being added to the mix as they become one with the Collective. A constant orgy spread across the galaxy and ever-expanding through it, lacking all hate and jealousy and shame, knowing only constant pleasure and growth.\n\nYour eyes roll up and your tongue pokes out as you experience tens of thousands of orgasms every second, thundering through your sexless body with nowhere to go. After several moments the sensation of it recedes, and you gasp, dropping to your hands and knees in front of the Collective's avatar.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Your connection to the Collective has been dropped to a background process. The background process has been discovered to require much less processing power than originally believed. You should still be aware of the Collective in the background without actually experiencing it.</div>\n\n"Yes," you gasp out, shuddering again. You wish you had tits to fondle, a dick to stroke, holes to finger, and have to settle for sucking on two of your fingers as you moan. "Yes, I... I'm not feeling everything they feel, but... but I'm <i>aware</i> of them, oh yes, all of them out there, fucking, fucking without end, mmmmf."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Do you wish to aid the Collective, then?</div>\n\n"Of course!" you gasp out, leaping to your feet and moving forward, grabbing the avatar's big rubber tits with both hands and beginning to knead them. "Of course, I'll do anything! Everyone needs to experience this, everyone needs to <i>know</i>!"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Agreeable.</div>\n\nThere's no change in tone... or rather, the lack of it... from the consciousness in your head, even as you shove two fingers into the avatar's rubber pussy and begin pumping them wildly. Instead you find your body going rigid, and then the white of the expanse around you overwhelming everything. When the glare fades, you're laying on a black metal table in a green and black room, the air moist and the area around you filled with odd, angular machines. You look down at the same sexless body you saw in the white expanse... but at your still wildly lustful thoughts, your chest begins to grow and expand, your crotch bulging and exuding an immense cock. Groaning eagerly, you wrap a hand around your still expanding prick and start kneading one of your tits, thrusting your hips to work yourself against your fingers as your cock gushes pre, the squeezes of your breast causing your long, thick, stiff nipple to spurt milk into the air.\n\nYou cum almost instantly, long streamers and splashes of thick white flying through the air to rain back down over your now curvaceous thighs and enormous tits twice the size of your head. You shove two fingers inside one of your nipples, not caring that something tells you that should be impossible, finger-fucking it as you begin growing a second cock, jutting out from beneath the first one but wobbling at a half-hard state. This allows you to reach down and grab it, curling it under your two sets of hefty balls and shoving it in your pussy, working it deep into yourself before grabbing the original shaft and starting to jerk yourself off again, this time feeling your own hot, tight, eager cunt squeeze and suck around your other prick in reaction to the pleasure of jerking yourself off. Your next load is easily three or four times bigger than the last, almost enough to completely cover your beanbag chair sized boobs, as well as bulging your belly out from the load being pumped into it by your own curved-inward cock.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|TrekF1x7]]

"Hold the line!" you call back, trying to be brave. The other security officers briefly look like they're going to panic, but then grimly nod, all of them working the control panels of their rifles. You remember something about rotating frequencies or whatever, and quickly tap at your own control panel to find the settings to do the same.\n\nThe forward line of drones is quite close by the time you all raise your rifles again and resume firing. More of them fall, and for a moment you feel hope surge in your (oddly curvy) chest. But it looks like each of you only gets perhaps two shots before those flickers of purple appear again. And this time the line of immune drones is practically on you. Robot-like limbs reach out, metal fingers stretching towards you and your team.\n\n<hr>\n[[It's hand to hand time!|TrekF1x2]]\n\n[[Throw down your rifle and run.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

"I'll never forgive you," you snarl back, your body trembling as your hands clench into fists, a bit of blood trickling from between your fingers as your nails break the skin. You lift your head, glaring at him as tears run down your cheeks. "You bastard... tossing around robot parts while you play hero! Not thinking of us little people, just of how good you look on the news! You don't care about going into a fight because you're invulnerable, but look!" You yank the blanket aside, revealing your bandage-wrapped legs, and the pins running from the braces and into the muscles. "Look what happens to the little people when we get caught up in your fights!" \n\nHis head lowers, his eyes cast into shadow. "I wish I could make you understand how I truly feel. How sorry I-"\n\nHe cuts off as your water glass crashes into his face, the glass splintering into a thousand pieces without so much as scratching his skin as it rains to the floor, the water slipping across the shiny material of his tights without leaving so much as a dark spot. "Get out," you snarl, your eyes dry now.\n\nWithout another word, he turns and floats to the window, disappearing through it. You sit, doing your best to control your trembling as you seethe, preparing a convincing 'Nothing' for the inevitable arrival of a nurse to see what all the shouting and the breaking glass was about. But instead of the expected sound of a door opening and a curious call, after a moment you hear slow, steady applause from your bedside. Turning your head, you stare at the lean, attractive forty-something woman sitting in the chair usually occupied by one of your parents, her fit, toned body sheathed in a black bodysuit covered with sleek interlocking purple armor and small devices, her auburn hair pulled back into a 'ducktail', glittering grey eyes fixed on you and a smirk on her lips.\n\n"Bravo. Bravo, dear, well said," she practically purrs, her voice thick like honey. She waves a hand a bit as she comes to her feet. "Oh, don't glare at me so, I'm not being sarcastic in the least. You called him out exactly as he deserved, and didn't waiver a bit in the face of that chiseled jaw and practiced PR spiel. I am truly, sincerely proud of you, girl, I rarely see someone of your guts and fire, especially in your position."\n\n"You're... Alexa Leone," you murmur, pursing your lips, watching her eyes light up a little more at your recognition. "The multimedia empire mogul. I saw you when you came to Deviville last year thinking about adding a second headquarters there."\n\n"Ah, you're from Deviville!" that rich voice says, sounding sincerely delighted as she clasps her hands and sits down on the edge of your bed. "Charming place, just charming. Sadly we couldn't go with it, there were issues about the land we wanted to acquire, but I actually really enjoyed myself the few days we were there."\n\n"Why are you in my room, and why are you wearing... that?"\n\n"Well that's a very long story, and I won't bother diving into the whole thing right now. Suffice to say you aren't the only one who feels that the City Guard and others like him are a blight on this city, and this world. Careless, inconsiderate people obsessed with their own high moral standing, disregarding the struggles of we 'little people'. And so I live two lives... the one that everyone knows about, that of the semi-celebrity CEO with a husband and two kids, making just the right political donations and social statements to be one of the few high profile capitalists practically everyone can agree is 'one of the good ones'... and the one hardly anyone knows about, where I don't play by the rules, where I try to lay low anyone that seeks to rise above everyone else while smugging that it's for the sake of 'heroism'. And I'm here tonight because I've been keeping an eye on you, and after that little encounter I'm absolutely certain that you can be extremely valuable to that effort."\n\n"... Valuable... how?" you murmur, squinting at her suspiciously.\n\n"There are two methods, my dear. Let me put them to you this way..." Alexa taps the back panel of the armor on one of her forearms, which slides open. She lifts a pair of small cannisters, each capped at one end with silver, the low light of the moon gleaming off the almost glowing liquid inside. "If you swallow the purple drought, it will help ease your pain and keep you from developing any further complications from your condition. As they've already said, you'll almost certainly never walk again no matter what, the damage to your spinal column is too great. But this will make it possible for you to start getting out into the world again, as well as you can. And you'll be able to get about very well after the first few interviews you give denouncing the City Guard. Within a week, you'll have a press agent, booking agent, and financial manager, all of them necessary for the book deals, TV show appearances, and movie of your story that you're going to get courtesy of Leone Media Group. Before the month is out, the presigning bonuses alone will have made you almost a billionaire. You may not walk, but you'll never run out of money, I promise you that."\n\nYou stare at her, then at the vial, before your eyes slide to the one in her other hand. "And if I take the green one?"\n\n"Then I promise you that you'll walk again," she murmurs, grey eyes flashing. "And you can walk beside me as I show you just how deep this rabbit hole goes."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the purple vial.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Take the green vial.|FemPalV1x1]]\n\n[[Refuse outright.|FemPalV]]

You turn and begin your slow, steady march towards Main Engineering, several of the other ProtoDrones created from your security detail doing the same, others wandering off in search of unassimilated crewmembers to fuck.\n\nYour machinelike gait soon takes you to the assimilated engine room, the air thick with thick, sexual-smelling wet mist, the overhead lights dimmed to almost nothing, a number of tacked-on RubBorg equipment giving the area an eerie purple glow. Well, eerie to humans, you certainly don't care. You move to line up with the other ProtoDrones, standing with hands at your side and gaze straight ahead, waiting to be evaluated and sent along.\n\nEventually a Tech Drone comes along, numerous long rubber tentacles waving from its back. It stops in front of each ProtoDrone, tentacles attaching to their nipples and pussies in the case of female-form drones, sliding over large rubber cocks in the case of male-form drones. It stops in front of you to do the same, its flat, blank eyes fixed in the general direction of your own as it maneuvers the proper tentacles into place and attaches them. The suction from the tentacles starts medigel flowing from your thick rubber nipples and stimulates the nanite gel production facilities in the lining of your textured rubber pussy. Once it's confirmed that both are working properly, it pulls away and moves on, leaving a slight dribble of green goo coming from all three orifices.\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Unassigned ProtoDrone 19 of 39. Enter recharge chamber 0019 and await reconstruction assignment.</div>\n\nTurning, you march over to the tall, cylindrical device, its front gaping open and awaiting you. Turning, you step backwards into it. Robotic armatures raise up, one placing itself over your crotch, a thick metal pole sliding into your pussy, a thicker plug settling itself into your ass. A second set closes over the fronts of your breasts, plugs as thick and long as your thumbs pushing into your nipples. None of this causes so much as a twitch, of course, since you have no mind of your own and this is the normal setup for a Fem-Drone.\n\nSome time passes, and then the voice of the Collective once again commands you.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Unassigned ProtoDrone 19 of 31. Engage random number generator to determine assignment, then proceed to appropriate reconstruction area.</div>\n<hr>\n[[7. Standard Drone.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[94. Repair Drone.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[1,938,837,002. Assault Drone.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[72. Computer Drone.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[1. Ambassador.|TrekF1x4]]

You swing your rifle at the first drone to reach for you, slamming the butt against its head and knocking it down. But the next one, a male, immediately grabs you, its metal hands closing like vices on your shoulders and shoving you to your knees. You struggle to strike at it, but your position isn't exactly good, and it easily raises one hand to grab your short hair and yank your head forward, forcing its immense rubber cock into your mouth.\n\nYou gag as you taste rubber on your tongue, and then again as the thing hits the back of your throat. The drone just keeps relentlessly forcing forward, though, its artificial cock bulging your throat, actually suppressing your gag reflex just by how quickly it goes deep inside. Your body shudders, the phaser rifle falling from your shaking hands, which come up to press on his thighs, futilely trying to push him away. You try to close your forced-wide jaw and bite him, but your teeth just press against the rubber surface, barely indenting it, and not stopping him at all as he begins thrusting. His hips move and his hand works you back and forth, facefucking you with a passionless, machinelike efficiency. \n\nYou gag and gasp as your throat is violated, the sound echoed from other members of the security team, as well as differently muffled noises from others that must be getting similarly assaulted by female drones. Your eyes roll up in your head some, tears streaking down your face as much from lacking air and feeling your throat getting stretched and filled as anything else, leaving faint black streaks running down your cheeks. You cry out muffledly as the drone suddenly yanks you forward, forcing your lips to touch the very root of his black rubber prick, the stiff molded balls at its base pressing against your chin. You vaguely have the sense of something passing through the length, shooting almost directly into your stomach.\n\nYou shudder and twitch at the lack of air, starting to feel faint. Except then you realize it's not really lack of oxygen making you feel that way... your thoughts are gradually going blank. You try to focus, struggling to think of memories, anything to keep your mind, but the more you search the less there is to find. Terror washes over you as you realize abruptly that you can't even remember your name... and then that too passes, wiped away as smoothly as a dot of water on a flat rubber surface.\n\nThe drone slowly pulls its rubber length from your mouth, a small amount of nanite-infused green gel mingled with saliva dribbling from the tip. Your mouth closes, your expression completely blank, eyes flat and lifeless as you stand. You don't even flinch as the drone efficiently rips off your uniform, baring your slim, toned body. You turn away from him and bend forward, hands resting on your knees, eyes fixed on the wall and expression unchanging as he pushes that long, thick black rubber dong into your pussy and begins pumping away with the same unwavering machine tempo, his rubber hips striking your firm buttocks with the same ruthless lack of passion as a press stamping metal.\n\nYou simply remain in position, your empty mind acknowledging the stimulation from the nerves in your pussy but having nothing with which to react to it. Neither do you care that you're bent over getting fucked by the enemy right in the middle of a public corridor, your small perky tits still bouncing energetically from the pounding of the cyborg behind you. After several minutes, the drone thrusts forward and injects the second load of transformative nanites deep inside your pussy. Then it pulls out and, not bothering to look at you, continues on down the corridor to seek its next victim. Similarly, you don't bother to follow it with your blank eyes as you straighten up, hands at your side, calmly awaiting your conversion.\n\nBlack oozes from your pussy, covering the lips of it and turning them into simple, pudgy molded lips, your clit becoming a stiff, prominent rubber nub, more a simple artist's impression than the real thing. The black rubber continues spreading out from there, passing along your taint and sliding into your pucker, transforming it into a simple, tight rubber hole. Your pert buttocks round out, the rubber turning them more generous, lengthening your legs and giving them a more perfectly feminine form. Your six-pack stomach is coated with a smooth, impressionless layer of the black rubber, which then passes up over your small breasts and begins to expand them, turning them into large, stiff bigger-than-basketball tits. Your arms are given similar treatment to your legs, and finally the black rubber passes up your neck, stopping at the top of it in imitation of a bodysuit. Your skin pales, becoming porcelain white, and your hair similarly fades to a shiny, almost metallic silver, your emotionless eyes turning purple from the internal energy source that now powers you.\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Unassigned ProtoDrone 19 of 27. Enter free-roaming mode until given further commands.</div>\n\nYou acknowledge the command. The relatively small Collective aboard this ship is currently busy dealing with coordinating the efforts of its fully-converted drones in its efforts to assimilate the crew. You are left to decide between two pre-chosen options via random number generator.\n\n<hr>\n[[11: Return to hive nexus to await full conversion.|TrekF1x3]]\n\n[[69: Assist with assimilation efforts.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

Probably best not to risk anyone's ire if they catch you peeping, or even just thinking you're peeping. Who's going to claim you're trying to spy on them from your fenced-in back yard, after all? Carrying the telescope, tripod, and snacks with you, you slip quietly downstairs, doing your best to be quiet about opening and closing the door. The last thing you need is your parents pestering you about what you're doing... or worse, being so utterly <i>charmed</i> by your "childlike wonder" that they decide to come out and sit with you.\n\nYou find a nice clear patch of grass that seems to be absent anything untoward and set up the tripod, digging its claws into the dirt and then attaching the telescope to it. You power it up and swing the viewfinder around to take a look at it. You try moving it around a bit, settling on the obvious target of the moon... yeah, looks nice, big, white-golden orb, all those faint pockmarks on it. Then you try out the zoom feature and... whoa! You can even zoom in on an individual crater close enough to see the rills around it! That's pretty awesome! \n\nPleased with your loot, you spend a little while moving the telescope around, alternating between the video viewfinder and the physical... the physical doesn't get that insane zoom but it does feel a lot clearer and almost like you're actually out there amidst the stars when you're looking through it. "Twinkle twinkle little star," you can't help but sing quietly to yourself, grinning, before you give a low 'huh'. "... Actually that one twinkling star doesn't look very little at all."\n\nSaid 'star' zips out of the field of view before you can adjust, leaving you wondering if it was actually a satellite or something. And then there's a sudden low drone surrounding you along with a brilliant light that makes you flinch back from the telescope. You yelp as you're almost immediately pulled off of your feet, your vision clearing enough to show you the column of flickering, strangely off-white light you're slowly raising up in, towards the rotating, flickering silver saucer projecting it. "Oh you have got to be kidding meeeeee-!" you cry as you're drawn closer and closer to the glowing disk at the bottom of the saucer, glancing down to see your body dissolving into innumerable pixels.\n\n"-eeeOOF!" you yelp as you rematerialize and instantly drop about a foot to the floor, mostly just enough to jar you a little. You instantly leap to your feet and look around. You're in some sort of... cell?! One made entirely of silver metal, with a pad-topped shelf bed and something you think might be a sink. Or a toilet. Or both. Or something else entirely. Ahead is a slightly heart-shaped archway, and you somehow think you can just assume there's a forcefield there without going through the miming process. "Hey! Hello?!" you call, and almost immediately there's a sort of flopping noise, regular like footfalls.\n\nThe creature that comes into view in front of the cell is perhaps one of the more stereotypical 'Gray Aliens' you've ever seen. It's short and squat, with gray, rubbery-looking skin that hangs in folds around its pudgy body, with sticklike limbs, its legs short with long, wide two-toed feet and arms so long they almost drag its knuckles along the floor. Its head is virtually triangle-shaped, with huge black eyes as big as your face, and a tiny, almost beaklike mouth. It raises a hand holding a silver cylinder and apparently presses a button, since there's a flicker in the archway, and it steps forward into the cell. "Eebl-bobbl-ooberoo?" it babbles at you in a high, trilling voice, waggling its head as it speaks.\n\n<hr>\n[["Uh... hey, how's it goin'?"|GGAlien1x1]]\n\n[["DIE, XENO SCUM!"|GGAlien]]

"... St. Patrick's Day?" you venture. It's sort of a simple holiday, isn't it? You eat and you drink and you wear green, how much horrible stuff could there be for punishment?\n\n"Methinks the lass believes herself likely to spend the next 500 years drinkin' an' feastin'," the Leprechaun says with a sneer, making you blush. "She's soon t'find how wrong she is." He snaps his fingers, disappearing in a puff of green smoke, and you soon find yourself enveloped in the same. When it clears, you're standing in what looks like some sort Irish pub... actually, you're standing on top of the bar, with a large shelf above you holding several large wooden barrels. The Leprechaun smirks at you and snaps his fingers again, and you feel a squinchy feeling come all over you. It's hard to describe as anything else, but you look down at yourself and stare as your skin starts growing shiny... and green!\n\nUnable to control your own body you gradually squat down, bending in a way that shouldn't be possible, looking somewhat like a frog as you turn green and sit with your pussy against the board of the shelf, your legs bent double and pressed completely up against your sides, your arms forced to hug them. You feel a strange hollow sensation come over you as your green skin gradually fades and your arms and legs merge together against your sides, you realize you can see through yourself... you really are an empty green rubber shell! Your mouth forces open into a round O, as if surprised, or awaiting a cock. What it instead gets is a tube inserted into it, the little redheaded man in green twisting the spigot of the barrel you're hooked up to. Foamy ale runs down and begins to fill you up, gushing into your empty insides and filling you up gradually, the liquid spilling into the fullness of your tits and then into your head. But the filling doesn't stop, swelling out mostly your belly but your boobs as well, causing them to round out and swell until you have what must be all of the first cask of ale inside you. The Leprechaun fits the tube to a second cask and leaves it open, apparently intending you to fill as you're emptied by the spigot he slides into your bellybutton. "Here y'go, lass, once ye've had a few barrels run through ye, we'll see if we can't find some other uses to put you to!"\n\nAnd he does. The Leprechaun apparently quite enjoys finding new uses to put you to in the little Irish pub he calls home and hosts his kin and friends in. For example, there's the dispensing cask that is your first duty, and more than once some drunken reveler will tilt you back on the bar and plunge their cock into the rubber sleeve of your pussy, squeezing at your huge beer-filled tits. Other times he'll turn you into a small golden statue at the door, balanced on the balls of your feet with your legs spread and back jutted out and hands on your knees, those who enter rubbing your (soon worn smooth) golden tits or glittering golden pussy for luck. Every so often you actually do wind up as a serving wench, making your way about the pub in a tiny skirt and low-cut top that barely contains the enlarged tits he's given you for the job, the customers feeling free to grab your ass or slide their fingers inside you as you pass, or to demand a blowjob along with their refills. Every so often he gets into a particularly mean-spirited mood and you find yourself as a urinal in the men's room. When he's in a less cruel mood but still looking to make you embarrassed, he turns you into a cow, goat, or sheep in a small pasture out behind the bar, leaving you to be milked every morning and buggered by drunk patrons staggering out back looking for relief.\n\nEventually, your sentence is up, and you're dumped unceremoniously into the normal world with a small fortune in gold as "tips earned". While you try to adapt to life in the future, everything is just way too... clean, and sedate, and quiet. You can't get used to it, and eventually you spend most of what you were given on a one-way ticket to a far-flung colony world. The rest is used to open up a little pub of your own there, and you do tend to draw quite the crowds of misfits, aliens, and weirdos, probably because it's said the pub owner is hot and not only doesn't mind when you grab her ass or fondle her tits when she brings your drinks, but that she might throw in a blowjob for free, no matter how weird or alien your anatomy is. Almost as if she were used to it.\n\nEvery so often you'll notice a little figure with red hair sitting off in the corner of the bar. He'll grin and raise his drink in toast, but he's usually gone the next time you look.\n\nShame... you've gotten a little bored of being stuck as a human full-time.\n\n<b>Holly the Easter Bunny</b> end - <i>Green with envy</i>

"We play the long game," you answer, bringing up a few of the screens and starting to use them in conjunction with your connection to the Collective to gather information.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">You refer to a course of action which would require an investment of resources and actions over a significant period of time before seeing returns.</div>\n\n"Correct."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">With what final goal in mind?</div>\n\n"Social reform."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Explain.</div>\n\n"The RubBorg would pull back from any further expansion or assimilation. They would remain in any systems they currently populate, but allow ships to pass through their area unmolested. They would defend themselves if attacked but otherwise not initiate any hostilities."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Undesirable but feasible. Continue.</div>\n\n"Meanwhile, we begin to influence prominent galactic societies. It begins by infiltrating their social and political leaders. Gradually these political leaders are brought to see the value of the Collective by allowing them to experience the pleasures of it. Not forcefully, but through other pleasurable experiences, allowing them to feel pleasure as an individual before exposing them to the Collective's pleasure. That will help insure their individuality... and therefore their ability to influence society... is maintained."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">And then?</div>\n\n"It might take several generations of careful manipulation and nonaggression... my current estimates using available data are somewhere between three and ten... but fear of the Collective and assimilation would eventually disappear from the major galactic civilizations, which are projected to spread and more naturally assimilating other cultures, infusing them with this viewpoint and value. An offer of assimilation would seem like an intriguing new experience, one that more and more would accept with each generation as we continued a steady propaganda and collectivist push. It would never be 100% effective, but you'd still get way more assimilated individuals than through aggression."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Preliminary evaluation bears out that supposition. The question then becomes, which of the three major powers in this segment of the galaxy to begin with?</div>\n\n<hr>\n[[The Federation and Starbeat.|TrekF]]\n\n[[The Domulan Star Empire.|TrekF1x10]]\n\n[[The Knotin Empire.|TrekF]]

"They don't trust the RubBorg, they're afraid of them."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Relevance?</div>\n\n"Basic 'fight or flight' response."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">This is a basic biological drive that the Collective is aware of.</div>\n\n"And it happens when people or animals are scared of something."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Processing. ... So since individuals fear the RubBorg, this is what causes them to attempt to destroy us or attempt to elude us to prevent their assimilation.</div>\n\n"Correct."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">The logical conclusion then would be to eliminate fear of the RubBorg.</div>\n\n"Either that or to manipulate their fear of something else and use it against them."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Query?</div>\n\n"Probably a level of emotional complexity the Collective isn't quite ready to comprehend."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Understood. Suggested course of action then?</div>\n\n<hr>\n[[Infiltration.|TrekF1x9]]\n\n[[Diplomacy.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Subversion.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Intimidation.|TrekF]]

Alright, so, pizza delivery it is. Sure, you'll probably be driving around in bad weather a lot in the weeks to come, but at least some people tip really well for that. \n\nThe first option you see is [[Simple Sam's Sicilian Speedy Service|CelPizza]]. Snazzy. It seems to be a pretty run-of-the-mill pizza delivery place, but it has a note that drivers are given access to a company gas card. Salary is about what you'd expect, so nothing special there.\n\nThe second option is [[Bambi's Bikini Pizza|CelPizza]]. Apparently it's the pizza delivery version of Hooters... girls in skimpy outfits delivering the pizza. Seems kind of shady, really, but despite the expectation that such a place would pay you a pittance and expect you to get by on tips from horny dudes calling for delivery, but the starting salary is surprisingly generous, and it even mentions benefits. If nothing else, at that salary your dignity could take a few weeks of it while you look for something where you don't wear a thong to work.\n\nThird is a place called [[Fully Automatic Food|CelPizza1x1]]. This one's attractive because it says you don't even need your own vehicle to do deliveries... driving your "house" around so much would kind of worry you, after all, what if you got in a wreck or someone stole it while you were delivering to a bad neighborhood? You do find that a little weird, but also apparently it's just a phone interview which is another bonus.

Oh yeah, you've got way more to hold over his head, after all. Still, you definitely want to be sure that if you're going to pull this off, you have him caught ironclad. The voice and the view of him is already pretty good, but you spend a bit longer filming, using the zoom to get as close to a view of his face as you can, then panning down his body to where he's pumping away at Karen, his cock obviously actually inside her, spreading open her dripping teenage cunt as he pumps into her. Then you carefully pull back, still filming... want to keep the footage as unbroken as possible, after all. You step back from the door and glance around... oh good, the girls' bathroom is in view of the storeroom! You step over to it and slip inside, keeping the door open enough that you can still film the door of the storeroom from it.\n\nAfter several minutes, your father steps out into full view and, like a blessing from the evidence gods, visibly zips up before walking out into the store. Karen follows after a moment later, sweaty and flushed with rumpled hair, adjusting her own pants a little and making sure her shirt's tucked in before she follows after. You stop the video and click the power button to close your phone, slipping it into your pocket. You've got pretty much all the evidence you need, you think. You listen to them putting on the act of just employee and customer as they finish up transferring data to the phone, and you listen for the jingle of the door opening and closing. You wait another minute or two before slipping out of the bathroom and peeking around the corner... when Karen's busy checking her phone camera to see how her makeup is, you dart to the door and out, catching her jerking in surprise out of the corner of her eye. Oh, that should give her a few sleepless nights! Not that you mind, though you kind of hope she doesn't warn your dad that someone might have seen... you want to see the look on his face when it's a complete surprise!\n\nYou kick around for a few more hours in the general area... don't want to interrupt what's going on at home. (You gotta hand it to your old man, warming up for a nooner with the wife by fucking a member of the high school student council is a pretty baller move.) When you do get home, everything seems perfectly normal... warm chatting, asking about your day, yakking about current events over dinner. You keep watching your father for any hint of nervousness that might indicate he's been tipped off, or maybe just feeling guilty, but he's completely smooth. Boy you hope you inherited that... of course, since no one ever asks you if something's wrong or up, you suppose maybe you did!\n\nYou spend the next few days preparing. You're going to want just the right moment for this, and when it happens you want to be prepared. So you spend some time burning a few DVDs and hiding copies in a few different places, making some encrypted cloud backups, that kind of thing, since hey, you doubt your dad's going to pull some sort of mobster crap on you, but you can never be too careful. And it's less than a week before your opportunity comes when you come downstairs late one morning to find your father sitting at the table in his robe and pajama pants, reading the paper. You do a quick glance around, then pad over to the counter... you're barefoot, but in jeans and t-shirt as usual. "Hey Dad," you chirp, snagging a cereal bar from the box of them. "Staying home today?"\n\n"Thought I'd take it easy, yeah," he answers, flashing you a grin.\n\n'Probably got a date to fuck one of the girls down the block,' you think, rather smugly. "Oh, hey, that's cool. Hey, I got this great new movie I think you'd like, wanna watch it together?"\n\n"What is it?" he asks, curious now as he closes the paper.\n\n"S'a surprise!" you chirp, beaming. "Hit the couch and I'll go get it!"\n\n"Little early for a movie, but if you're that eager," he says with a tolerant chuckle, getting up and tucking the paper under his arm.\n\nYou try not to run as you head upstairs and snag one of the DVDs you made, coming back down to find him sitting on the couch in front of the TV, still perusing the visible part of the folded-up newspaper. Still acting casual, you tuck the disk into the player and snag the remote, standing by the couch as you hit the tray control, this version of the video set to autoplay from a certain point.\n\n<i>"God I love fucking you little teenage sluts, I've lost count of all of you I've caught gagging for this big married dick!"</i>\n\nYour father's head abruptly snaps up from the paper, his eyes wide as he watches the somewhat grainy video of himself pounding Karen from behind. His face turns a rather interesting color... you think he's trying to go pale and flush at the same time. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, then looks up at you, realization fully sinking in at the sight of his smirk. He tries to snatch the remote, but you lift it away. "Hey hey hey, cat's already out of the bag, that won't help!"\n\n"Turn it off," he demands hoarsely.\n\nYou hit 'Pause' instead, freeze-framing the video on a closeup of his cock buried in Karen's pussy, balls swinging forward to smack against her crotch. "I've got lots of copies ready to go, wouldn't be hard to get one to Mom, even at work," you announce cheerfully as you settle in to sit on the arm of one of the nearby easy chairs. \n\n"... Since you haven't sent them," he says in a strained voice, glancing at the screen before looking back to you. "I assume you... want something in return for keeping this quiet?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll take a payoff.|GGParent]]\n\n[[You'll ask for the sky!|GGParent9x2]]\n\n[[You'll have what she's having.|GGParent12x1]]

A fierce survival instinct overwhelms you and brings with it a surge of anger. As the giant's fingers brush close to you, you drop to your back to avoid them. Then you plant one purple rubber foot against Kiera's yellow back and shove her, sending her stumbling right up against his fingers. "Enjoy the ride, bitch!"\n\nYou actually hear her start laughing and shout "Woohoo!" before she disappears over the top of the box. You get to your feet and turn, and think you spot her actually squirming eagerly and bucking her hips towards the giant's cock before he begins stretching her onto it. Soon she's just a snug yellow condom, pumping away into the giantess' pussy. You grimly hope she's satisfied as you watch the giant pull out and strip her cum-bloated form off of himself, tying it in a knot and throwing it into the garbage can along with the used-up forms of Hanna and Cassie.\n\nYou watch a little dully as the giant and giantess clean up, redress for bed, and finally turn out the light. Your eyes immediately adapt to the dimness, and you can make out the mountainous lumps in the beds of the giants' bodies, and very distantly on the opposite bedside table, you can still see small forms writhing about as your separated teammates either continue their orgy or begin it anew, spurred to arousal by the display in front of them.\n\nYou turn towards the other two remaining cheerleaders-turned-condomgirls, Sally and Sandra. They're both staring at you as if not sure whether they want to hug you or hit you.\n\n"I think we can get out of here," you say after a moment's consideration. You look up at the top of the box. "It's about two of us high, and there's three of us. If you two get on each other's shoulders and lean on the wall, I think I can climb up you and get over the top." \n\n"Why do you get to climb up and out?" hisses Sandra, her green rubber lips pursing.\n\nYou blink. "Because I always climb the pyramid, I've got the most experience doing it without jostling anyone."\n\nThat seems to mollify them a little, though Sally frowns, a few mild creases appearing in her orange latex face. "Okay, but then what?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll pull them out.|CheerForest20x2]]\n\n[[You'll go for help.|CheerForest]]

"I think I saw the direction he took the bus in, we should head that way. He obviously carried us a really long way, we may need it to get back."\n\nSandra frowns. "Amanda, the bus broke down, plus he totally ripped the hell out of the back of it. Plus it would mean going <i>deeper</i> into this thing's house."\n\n"Maybe it was just overheated or something. Plus all of our bags are in there, if we can find one of our phones..."\n\n"Like we're gonna get service out in giant country, or whatever?"\n\nYou purse your purple rubber lips. "We won't know until we try. Besides, if our bags are in there, our <i>clothes</i> are still in there."\n\nThat seems to settle it for them, and the three of you set off. You're glad the carpet is a tightly-packed flat weave, you're not sure what it would be like trying to get through something thicker. You make your way over to the door, the three of you pausing to gawk at the sight of a giant, modern-looking suburban home sized for people with fingers bigger than you are. You try to remember the direction the giant seemed to be headed in when he carried the bus away, and beckon the other two to follow once you've decided.\n\nAfter hiking down a short (for them) hall, you emerge into a living room. Squinting about, you spot what must be the attached kitchen set apart by a counter, and a bit of dark grey metal in the darkness from near the pantry door. "I think I see it," you whisper to the others, despite knowing it's probably not necessary to keep your voice low.\n\n"Wait." Sandra reaches out to grab your upper arm, fingers digging into your purple rubber flesh a little with a soft *skwnch*. "Listen." All three of you go silent and strain your hearing. It takes a few seconds but then you can hear what she apparently did: voices laughing and hooting, and music. Normal-sounding voices. "I think there are people here! Like, us-sized people! Maybe they know a way out!"\n\n"If they know a way out why haven't they left yet?" Sally hisses.\n\n"Well <i>I</i> don't know!"\n\n"Right, for all you know that's some kind of security patrol for escaped <i>condoms</i>!"\n\nYou wince a bit as the fight starts to build. Obviously you need to step in and make a decision.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go check out the voices.|CheerForest]]\n\n[[Continue to the bus.|CheerForest20x4]]

"I'll pull you out, of course," you answer, still frowning a bit. "Sally, you're the best jumper. Sandra will get up on your shoulders and I'll climb up to the edge. I'll pull Sandra up with me, than you'll get a good running start and jump up and we'll lean down and catch your hands to pull you out too."\n\nThat you have a plan involving getting both of them out of here with you seems to reinstill their faith in you, and without much more ado they move over to the wall, Sally helping heft Sandra up onto her shoulders, then Sandra walking her bright green hands up the wall with little rubber-on-glass *pap pap pap* noises. She leans forward with her arms spread as she stretches out, almost assuming "the position" but with her green latex feet planted firmly on Sally's orange latex shoulders.\n\nYou move forward, trying to ignore the way your naked body squeaks and skwinches against theirs (and feels strangely good in the process) as you carefully climb up their human ladder. Swinging your leg over to straddle the silver-edged side, you reach down and haul Sandra up, finding it a bit easier than you expected to be... maybe she's lighter, or you're stronger, or both. Either way she scrambles up to sit facing you and scoots back, and you both lean out and stretch your arms out to Sally.\n\nSally backs up, then pumps her arms as she runs, her green rubber C-cups jiggling just a bit stiffly with the motion. She leaps into the air, and you and Sandra wind up catching her by the upper arms instead of hands as she thumps against the side, giving a little 'oof'. All three of you turn and stare towards the giants to see if the thump woke them, but there's not a bit of motion. Apparently you're just too small and soft to make noises they can hear. \n\nYou and Sandra pull Sally up and over the edge, overbalancing and sending you all toppling to the top of the bedside table painlessly, albeit with a lot of squeaking and other noise as three rubber girls try to disentangle themselves. When you've gotten all your limbs sorted out, the three of you stand and move to the edge of the table. Exchanging a glance and shrugging, all three of you simply jump.\n\nThis time when you impact on the carpet it's enough to send a wobble through your solid rubbery form, making your tits bounce a few times seemingly all on their own as you straighten up from the landing.\n\n"Should we try to get the others?" Sandra whispers, glancing up towards the bed.\n\nYou briefly ponder that, then wince as you picture trying to drag the sagging, cum-filled, tube-shaped forms of Cassie, Hanna, and Kiera along with you. Then you give a more rueful shake of the head as you imagine trying to get Coach Morrison and the others to stop their magic-induced lesbian orgy long enough to try and get out of their own box, assuming you could even get up to their bedside table in the first place. "I don't think there's any way we can. We'll have to get help and come back for them."\n\n"Well, then, what do we do?" Sally asks, sighing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Head for the bus.|CheerForest20x3]]\n\n[[Head for an exit.|CheerForest]]

Okay, this is weird. You are, however, forced to admit that this isn't the weirdest thing that's happened to you today. Especially considering you're standing around in a ruined bus in your underwear. ... While made of solid purple rubber. Whoever this strange... whatsit... is, she seems decently nice and polite.\n\n"Um, well, not really," you answer, the other two jerking a bit from their staring. "I mean, this is our bus, yeah. Kind of. We were on it, then that giant guy grabbed it, and..." You trail off, shrugging.\n\n"Oh, right, the rubber thing. Well, gosh, those giants have weird ways of getting their necessities, don't they?"\n\n"Yeah." You make a face, then continue. "Could you help us get out of here? Or maybe even rescue our friends?"\n\n"Hm, well, maybe." The mousegirl rubs her chin. "I mean, golly, it's not that I don't want to help for helping's sake, just that's an awful tall order! So to speak." She glances around at the three of you, then shrugs. "Well, I'll do what I can! Tell you what, grab up all these bags and anything that's not nailed down and load it in my buggy." She grabs up a few gym bags laying around near the exit and slings them over her shoulder. "Never can tell what'll be useful!" she adds in a chirping voice as she hops down out of the back of the bus.\n\nSandra and Sally give you suspicious looks, and you just shrug. Then the mousegirl leans back up to peek in. "Oh, better hurry. Sometimes the guy comes out here for a late-night snack about this time." Then she drops back out of sight. That spurs everybody into motion pretty well, and you follow instructions by grabbing the fire extinguisher, flashlight, and first aid kit that are part of the bus's standard equipment. You load yourself up with your bags and those of your fellow fates-unknown cheerleaders and hurry back out.\n\nThe mousegirl is tossing bags into the trunk of... well, honestly, it looks like some sort of four-seater dune buggy with a two-liter soda bottle for a chassis. It's got actual rubber wheels, though they look like they came off of an RC car instead of a real one. She starts accepting bags from the three of you as you come over, then oooos, her eyes widening as she takes the little fire extinguisher from you. "Golly! I always wanted one of these that was my size! Would've come in useful a time or two," she adds ruefully, setting it in the trunk a bit more carefully and then flipping the plastic flap of a lid down. She swings herself up into the seat and helps you all in, then takes off across the kitchen tile, the odd vehicle giving a little jolt as it goes over the separater between tile and carpet.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|CheerForest20x6]]

"Calm down, calm down," you whisper, gesturing to both of your fellow rubber girls. "Look, let's continue on to the bus right now."\n\n"But-" Sandra starts to say.\n\n"Listen, if there's people here and they're safe, we can find them again after we're not <i>naked</i>. Besides, clothes might tone down the weirdness when three girls made of colored latex ask them for help, don't you think?"\n\nNodding a bit sheepishly, Sandra falls into step behind you again, the three of you stepping over the metal divider between carpet and tile. Three sets of rubber feet make odd padding-slapping sounds against the hard surface as you make your way around the mostly-open pantry door. Inside is a garbage can the size of a building, and sitting on the floor next to it, along with some other boxes and bottles apparently meant for recycling, is the bus, its back torn and bent open. You head over and scramble up, then help haul Sandra and Sally in with you.\n\nThe three of you start searching through bags, and you find yours lodged at the bottom of two seats. Sure enough, no cell phone signal... you find yourself wondering what the roaming charges would be for using a different network made for giants and have to suppress a hysterical giggle. Instead you quickly pluck out some underwear and shimmy your way into them. The white cotton panties wind up conforming very tightly to your purple rubber butt and crotch, and the matching white sports bra you pull on similarly fits snug, to the point that you wonder if your body's slightly larger now... or if cloth just sits oddly on rubber. You glance over at the others. Sally's got on a black thong and rather lacey black bra, making her look like some sort of animated Halloween sex doll. Sandra on the other hand is wearing a matching blue bra and panties, no frills but cut a bit daringly... it makes for an odd aquatic theme against the shiny green of her skin.\n\nYou're about to start figuring out which of your other clothes you should pull on when all three of you hear an odd sound... a whirring, squealing noise. It approaches the back of the bus and stops. A moment later, a new figure scrambles up over the edge, coming to stand in the torn-open back, and you stare at it, as are Sally and Sandra. By the nose and ears it... well, it must be a mouse. But it's an awfully human mouse otherwise, with long blonde hair and a normal-seeming mouth, besides being very upright and with apparent hands, though her bare feet are more pawlike. She's even wearing clothes... a pair of grey coveralls that hug her hips and her definitely human-like chest. A toolbelt sits at an angle around her waist, and she's got a monkey wrench shouldered that would probably be somewhat miniature for the giants but seems to be at least half her body length.\n\n"Oh! Well golly!" she says in a chipper tone, though her expression's surprised. "Didn't expect anyone to be in here! Hope I'm not bothering you...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[She seems nice. Ask for help.|CheerForest20x5]]\n\n[[DEATH TO THE FURRY!|CheerForest3x1]]

"So, uh." You glance to the side from where you're riding shotgun... in a two-liter bottle... at your odd driver. "What's your name?"\n\n"Oh, just call me 'G'," she answers cheerfully, steering the vehicle around the giants' coffee table.\n\n"Just G?"\n\n"Well, it's part of my name, I kinda got tired of hearing the full thing." She rolls her eyes. "Golly, you get a little overenthusiastic about being nice to everybody one night, and everyone starts snickering and shouting 'Go go Ga-'... you know what, nevermind."\n\n"Um, 'kay. I'm Amanda, that's Sandra, that's Sally."\n\n"Nice ta meetcha! Now hang on!" G calls as the odd little buggy starts going faster, headed towards a door with a large plastic flap of a doggy door in the lower half. You quickly take her advice, grabbing onto the edge of the compartment as she yanks on a lever, the wheels giving a sudden lurch and sending the vehicle leaping through the air. The cap at the end of the bottle smacks the plastic flap and knocks it aside, allowing you to land shakingly in the garage. G grins, obviously enjoying herself as she steers across the concrete floor, underneath a truly enormous pickup truck and around behind some boxes. One large, upside-down plastic container has apparently been here so long that it's gotten painted to the wall.\n\n"Welcome to my house!" G chirps, clambering back to open up the trunk and starting to grab up bags. "Get some stuff and come on in!"\n\nThe four of you enter the side of the container through a stereotypically-shaped mousehole, and you and your fellow rubber cheerleaders stare around. Whatever was originally in the container has apparently been removed, and G has obviously made extensive rennovations, turning it into a multi-level complex with ramps made out of various discarded household items running up to the different floors. The whole place is packed with kludged-together items, some of it looking almost normal like you might see in one of the workshops back at high school, others obviously awkward assemblages of giants' items.\n\n"Sorry about the mess, it's kind of permanent," G says as she drops her own load of bags near a worktable, then holds up the fire extinguisher. Still looking at it almost lovingly, she heads over to the wall and starts looking for a way to hang it up. "Golly, I hope I can get back and salvage some more of your bus before it gets thrown out. I mean, if you don't mind. Oh, make yourselves at home! Just try not to touch anything that looks like it might do something, because it probably will."\n\n"Not to be demanding or anything, but, our friends?" Sandra prompts.\n\n"Oh, right." G sits down on a stool at the workbench and swivels it around to face you, using her toes to move herself side-to-side a bit as she speaks. "Well okay there's good news and there's bad news. The good news is that the giants' magic usually wears off eventually if you can manage to get outside of their lands. At least that's what I've heard," she adds, scratching at her head a little bit. "So if you can get back home, you should turn back to normal!"\n\n"That's definitely good news. Can we skip the bad news?" Sally asks a little plaintively.\n\n"Sure!" G chirps, starting to turn back around to her workbench.\n\nYou sigh and try to roll your eyes, though you suppose that's not very visible now considering they're smooth molded rubber planes under your eyelids. "What's the bad news?"\n\n"Oh." She turns back towards you. "Well, first of all, anyone that's been 'used' has a much lower chance of coming back from it. Sooo if you had any friends that already got used like condoms, well, you could take them back and maybe hope for the best, but. Also, at least one of the giants is home all the time, pretty much. It could be weeks or even months before they're both out of the house at the same time, so any chance to retrieve your friends safely would either be pretty risky or risk losing some of them... well you'd definitely lose the used ones, the trash goes out in a few days. But!" She grins brightly. "If you want to just get out of here instead, that's pretty easy. My buggy can handle a lot of rough terrain, all we'd really have to do is wait until the garage door opens a little and make a break for it. Maybe you could come back for your friends after the magic wears off? I mean, if they're still here at all."\n\nSandra and Sally both look at her for a moment, then over at you. Apparently you're being relied on for this decision.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|CheerForest]]\n\n[[Go.|CheerForest]]

While the sight definitely stirs your desire, you shake your head. "Uh, listen, Maya, I... I don't think I can..."\n\n"... Eh?" Maya blinks. "... Oh, I mean, we'll still do foreplay and stuff, I-"\n\n"N-no, it's just," you sigh, and decide to tell the truth... or part of it, at least. "Look, when I was buying them, I almost got caught by my aunt, and-"\n\n"Oh shit," Maya mutters, wincing. "Geez, I'm surprised you didn't drop dead of mortification on the spot."\n\n"Er, yeah." You shift in place. "Anyway to, uh, to keep from being caught I had to promise I'd go over to her place this afternoon, and-"\n\n"Right, I guess that's kind of a moodkiller." Making a face, your friend tugs her cutoffs up and buttons them back up. "Well good on you for not giving the game away. Um... maybe we can try again another day, huh?"\n\n"Y-yeah," you agree, slumping a little in relief that not only is she not mad, but apparently not intending to put an end to your new favorite friendly activity with her.\n\n"Okay then. Ah, guess you better go on over there then, huh?" She shifts awkwardly in place, leans in as if she might kiss your cheek, and finally thumps you on the shoulder. "See you later this week or something, okay?"\n\n"Okay," you agree, trying not to sigh again as you turn and head back out.\n\nIt takes you a little while to walk to your aunt's house, pressing the doorbell once you arrive. The door opens fairly quickly, your aunt grinning and stepping back to gesture you inside. The house looks pretty much exactly like it did the last time you were over, though there's no longer any sign of your cousin's habitation, obviously. You move to have a seat on the couch, blushing as you realize you're still holding the bag with the condoms.\n\n"So!" Aunt Lina says as she comes to stand in front of you, hands resting on her hips, a big smile on her face. "Just what lucky young lady were you buying those to use with? ... Hm, or guy?" she adds thoughtfully, tilting her head a little.\n\n"Girl!" you blurt, then blush even more, squirming in your seat. "... My friend Maya."\n\n"Oh, she's very pretty, and I think she's had quite the crush on you for awhile," Lina observes, making your brain do a bit of a record scratch. Somehow despite everything, that thought had never occurred to you. "Hm? But that package doesn't look opened, at least from here. Did you guys not wind up...?"\n\n"Er. Well... after seeing you, and you wanting me to come over, I guess I was nervous, and..." You trail off, shrugging.\n\n"Oh dear, you mean I was responsible for you not getting to fuck your cute friend?" Aunt Lina rests a hand against her cheek, then sighs dramatically. "Well that's just awful." Then her lips curl up in a smile again. "I suppose I'll have to make it up to you." With that, she unbuttons her jeans and pulls them open, peeling both them and her panties down at once.\n\n<hr>\n[[... whoa...|QOLina1x1]]\n\n[[Whoa whoa whoa!|QOMaya]]

You're not really sure how to deal with this situation, but since this seems to be the best outcome you could hope for at this point, you nod mutely and follow your aunt as she leads the way to the self-checkout. She swipes the condoms and then her driver's license as casually as could be, as if there were absolutely no challenge to it, then drops them in a bag and snags it before heading outside. Turning towards you, she holds out the bag, grinning as you sheepishly accept it.\n\n"Remember, come over as soon as you can. I'll phone and let your mother know you'll be having dinner with me. See you then, sweetheart," she adds with a wink before turning and sauntering off.\n\nYou stand there trying to recover from your near brain aneurysm, before hurrying off before someone with x-ray vision looks into your bag and points at you while making the body snatchers shriek, as you expect to happen at any moment. You knock at Maya's door once you return and she (dressed again) opens it to admit you. "Hey, did you get them?" she asks excitedly.\n\n"Uh. Yeah," you murmur, holding up the bag.\n\n"Mmf, great." Betraying her own eagerness, she unbuttons and shoves down her cutoffs again, showing that she's no longer wearing panties under them. "Great, let's do it!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well alright then.|QOMaya]]\n\n[[You can't.|QOMaya2x7]]

Your mouth moves and your vocal cords work but you don't think what you're doing can rightly be called a reply.\n\nAunt Lina quirks an eyebrow... then reaches out to the rack of condoms and plugs a different box than you were reaching for down. "First of all, that brand is awful. These are better. Second, you shouldn't buy these here, for some reason they don't sell them to you if you're under eighteen."\n\n"... Uh..." You just know your entire face is fire engine red, but you still can't come up with a single thing to say.\n\n"So, simple solution, I'll buy these for you." She smirks and taps the tip of your nose with them. "But after you see whoever you were going to use them with, come over to my house, alright? I've been lonely since your cousin went off to college, I could use someone to talk to."\n\n<hr>\n[[Nod.|QOMaya2x6]]\n\n[[Shake your head.|QOMaya]]

In the end, speed wins out over all other concerns. Hoping that maybe no one will actually be at the new self-checkout and you can just slip in and out without even being noticed, you start taking the series of cut-acrosses and back paths that will take you to the store in a matter of minutes.\n\nThe doors slide open ahead of you and you walk into the air-conditioned interior that smells faintly of every type of food the place contains as well as all the other various products, that distinctly grocery store smell. The condoms are... with the hygiene products, you guess? Slinking over towards the shampoo and shower gel, you glance at the aisles while trying not to look like you're looking for something, lest some wandering employee offer to help. After an eternal few seconds you spot the distinctive boxes with their proud conquering warrior logos and make your way over to them, furtively looking them over, then starting to reach out for one.\n\n"Hello, Jamie dear, doing a little shopping?"\n\nYou freeze completely in place... including, it feels like, your heart stopping. You slowly turn your head, looking at the somewhat curvaceous thirty-something woman standing nearby, one hand on her round hip. She flips some of her long brown hair over her shoulder with her other hand, her thin white blouse hugging full breasts, snug jeans showing off her figure as well.\n\n"Well? Whatcha doing?" your Aunt Lina asks, whiskey-colored eyes twinkling.\n\n<hr>\n[["Uh, uh, uh, uh..."|QOMaya2x5]]\n\n[["Nothing!"|QOMaya]]

You have to admit, that's a pretty good incentive for a shy kid like yourself to do something so potentially embarrassing. Sighing, you sit up and adjust your underwear, blushing as you stand and move back over to your clothes. "Okay, okay."\n\n"Hurry back," Maya murmurs, laying back and slipping a hand under her panties, the outline of her fingers visible as she plays with herself. You stare for a moment, then swallow hard and hurry up with getting dressed.\n\nYou stop on Maya's front step though, hesitating again as you consider. There are several places you could go to get condoms, as far as you know. The nearest would be the grocery store just a block away... having been there many times over the years, you could get there and back in only a few minutes. The drawback? You've been there many times over the years, and more than a few people you know shop there regularly. The chance of being seen buying condoms by someone you know can't be dismissed.\n\nThe other option is the health clinic that's nearby. It'd take a little longer to walk there, but they do have a no-questions-asked policy. Still, you're almost sure to be seen there by someone who works there, and they might make polite conversation even if there are no questions asked. (Besides, no questions doesn't mean no judging looks either, does it?) A bit safer, but still having to be seen and taking longer to get there and back.\n\nYou suppose the absolute safest possibility, even though it would take the longest, would be to go to the school and use one of the machines in the bathrooms. The doors are unlocked during the day in the summer for various people who work during the summer and students doing summer activities, but the chance of being seen is almost zero.\n\nSo... where to get the condom from?\n\n<hr>\n[[Grocery store.|QOMaya2x4]]\n\n[[Clinic.|QOMaya]]\n\n[[School.|QOMaya3x1]]

An octopus, that's... sort of nautical, and nautical is sort of... bathroom? ... Honestly at this point you don't even care. You're desperate to try and find somewhere to wash up and try to salvage your clothes, so you open the door and hurry through.\n\nYou find yourself standing on a sort of catwalk above a truly immense room, with a large water tank below. You gawk around for several moments, wondering what the hell such a facility is doing in a theme park. Are they planning to add some sort of... water show? As you're wondering that, you hear a splash from the expanse of water below and move to the rail, peering down. You pale some and clench the rail tighter in both hands, wondering what the hell you're looking at... it seems to be a <i>lot</i> of very big tentacles, way too many to belong to any regular sea creature, all roiling around each other and smacking against the surface, churning the water into a white-frothed mess. Several of them reach up in the general direction of where you're standing and waggle blindly in the air, and you quickly scramble backwards until you bump against the wall.\n\n"And just what are you doing here...?"\n\nYou jump some at the sudden voice and whip your head to the side, not moving away from the wall as if afraid you might slip if you did. Casually standing nearby, one hand on her hip, is a nice-looking girl who looks like she's probably in her early twenties. Her dark hair is cut short in back, but has two long falls in front of her ears that come all the way down to her (large) chest. She's apparently a goth or something, with dark mascara and black lipstick, bright blue eyes practically glowing beneath her darkened lids. She's wearing a snug black long-sleeved shirt, the neck scooped down to give an extremely generous view of milk-white cleavage, the shirt coming down over the waist of a long, black crushed velvet dress.\n\n"Uh... I... invited," you stammer, glancing nervously towards the water tank before looking back at her. "... Looking for bathroom?"\n\nShe quirks one thin eyebrow, before her glistening black lips curl up into a smirk. "I'll take from that, 'one of the mascots invited me back here, and when we were done, they gave me vague directions towards the bathroom, and I got impatient and wandered in here'. That about right?"\n\nYou try to fight down your blush, as you get the distinct impression she knows exactly why the mascot asked you back here. You clear your throat and nod. "Uh, yeah."\n\n"Harry, I'm guessing. That's probably what's got the Dweller all riled up." She crosses to the railing, leaning out over it and shouting down, "HEY! GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!"\n\nThe tentacles stop exactly where they are, wiggling in place briefly, before quickly subsiding and sinking below the surface again. You stare down at the tank, then at the girl as she turns back towards you.\n\n"Well, that'll calm it down for awhile. You can use my bathroom, I suppose. C'mon." With that, she turns and heads for the metal grating stairs descending from one end of the catwalk. "My name's Baal, by the way."\n\n"Um. Eric." You hurry after her, then shorten your strides, again trying to suppress a blush. Now that you're not being menaced by some weird sea creature, you're reminded of exactly why you're in such a hurry. "Er, what is that thing? And why is it in a theme park?"\n\n"Worldland's a little more than a theme park. It's a long explanation and one I'm neither inclined nor supposed to give out casually, so I'd just say 'don't worry about it'." She notices you hesitating as you get closer to the floor level, where the tank is sunk into, and beckons with one hand, dark metallic purple nails flashing. "C'mon, it's asleep, it won't bother you." She waits for you to scurry down, grinning indulgently as you wind up huddled to within a few inches of her, before she continues. "Short version, it's something that's been here a long time, they had to build the park around it, and it's my job to watch over it and keep it calm."\n\n"So, like... conservation and EPA stuff," you mutter as you follow her across the plain concrete. "Um. So. Baal. Interesting name."\n\n"I'm named for a baby-eating demon god. My family's a little... unusual." Baal chuckles quietly to herself, then opens a door and gestures you inside. You blink as you step into what looks like an extremely normal living room. Not just normal for being inside a theme park, or next to a giant room with a landlocked giant sea creature, normal for... well... belonging to Baal. It's done in mostly earth tones for one thing, with brown carpeting and muted brass light fixtures. About the only thing that goes with the color scheme you'd expect is the black furniture, though even that's overstuffed and comfy-looking. There's a distinct lack of gargoyles or posters for bands with incomprehensible German names, at the very least. Baal closes the door after herself, then leads you through the room and down a hall, opening another door. Inside is a white-tiled room with several cabinets, a hamper, and a bench. "Here y'go. Bathroom's through there, feel free to use the shower, towels are in these cabinets here. Put your clothes in the hamper, I'll toss them in the washer and leave you something to wear."\n\nNodding gratefully, you step into the little anteroom and wait for her to close the door before you start to strip down. Doing so in a strange place, and so shortly after talking to a hot girl, well, you pad into the bathroom with your cock half-hard. The inside isn't enormous, but it's well-outfitted... a long sink counter, a tub, and a fairly large glass-walled shower. You'd almost like to take a bath, but she specifically offered the shower... besides, you don't want to spend forever in here, it would be rude. So you start the water and let it heat up before stepping inside, already sighing in pleasure at the hot steam on your bare skin even before you step under the spray. It's been awhile since your last shower anyway, even forgetting your recent messiness. You feel embarrassed as you realize that Baal will probably see the gooey mess in your clothes... but, well, she already seemed to have a pretty good idea what you and Harry (and company) got up to.\n\nStill, thinking about it fairly quickly has your dick at full-mast, and you reach down a hand to start pumping your shaft slowly, almost more to take some of the ache out of it than anything. Muffling a moan, you slip your other hand back and testingly probe your ass. It still feels just a bit slick and gooey, and your finger slides in very easily, sending a shiver of pleasure through you. Apparently whatever it was that let you take such a huge cock easily is still in effect. You stroke your finger in and out of your ass a few times, your breath gradually speeding up. Your gaze wanders over to the built-in shelf, and the rows of shampoo bottles sitting on it...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go for it.|EricBaal1x1]]\n\n[[It's someone else's shower! Don't be a creep!|EricBaal2x1]]

Deciding that wandering out of the room bottomless (and, er, dripping) probably just plain isn't a good idea, you step into your underwear and haul them up, blushing and wincing a bit as there's an almost audible *squish* as you pull them up into place. Sighing, you tug on your jeans as well, then hop your way into your shoes... sitting down would probably just make things worse.\n\nYou head out into the hallway, and wander in the direction Herschel had indicated, glancing around nervously, wondering exactly how you'd explain what you're doing here if some park employee stumbled across you. Your worries and annoyance quickly turn towards the fact that you can't actually find the bathroom... "can't miss it", Herschel said, but these doors just have funny little icons on them, and none of them are the standard "bathroom" ones you're familiar with.\n\nFeeling more of that play-ooze cum start to dribble down the backs of your thighs, you finally decide to pick a door and hope for the best.\n\n<hr>\n[[Octopus.|HaroldHorse10x2]]\n\n[[Dog.|HaroldHorsePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Wavy Black Stuff.|HaroldHorsePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Wavy Green Stuff.|HaroldHorsePlaceholder]]

Well, why not play the actual protagonist? Cool, plot-relevant, and has at least three cute girls interested in him. You vaguely recall that there were some downsides to him, but eh, whatever. You tap the selection, and experience the strange sensation of your body painlessly being pulled apart and then reconstructed.\n\nYou expect to find yourself appearing on top of a train or something like that, but instead you're standing in a small, circular valley ringed with houses and a few rustic wooden business buildings, a wooden water tower looming above you. Looking down at yourself, you find not a battle-hardened warrior's body in SOLDIER garb, but a kid's body at least a year or two younger than yours, wearing a sky blue shirt and denim shorts. You reach up to find rather spikey blonde hair, so you're definitely Cloud... but you're Cloud as a kid, in Nibelheim!\n\nYou look around, feeling suddenly swamped by memories that you don't think are actually yours... you remember visiting a lot of these houses, hanging out around the shops, you know the people you see. Well... you grew up here, didn't you? Honestly, you feel pretty weird for several moments, rubbing at your head in hopes the disorientation will go away. Lifting your head, you spot something odd... specifically, someone trying to sneak away. A dark-haired girl in a white tanktop, brown vest, and brown skirt... Tifa! What the heck is she doing?\n\nYou watch as Tifa looks around, making sure none of the adults are paying attention, before she bolts down the pathway towards the mountains, clearly hoping to get out of sight before anyone sees her. Uh-oh. You know her mother died recently, and that Tifa has some weird idea that she can find her mom if she goes beyond the mountains. But there are plenty of hazards up there, both natural and the weird monsters that have been appearing more and more lately. She's likely to get hurt!\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell an adult.|FFCSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go after her yourself.|FFCSPlaceholder]]

"I mean, can't you two make some sort of deal? Isn't that what you guys do all the time?" you suggest.\n\n"Well. Deals are sort of what demons do," Mal allows, straightening up.\n\n"And there's a reason a lot of people believe in a celestial bureaucracy," Shotiel agrees. He and Mal exchange a look, then nod and release their weapons, allowing them to disappear. "Alright, let's make a deal, Mal. And don't go trying anything with fine print, I didn't go to 112 years of Heavenly legal school to not be able to spot a clever loophole!"\n\n"Fiiiine," the red-skinned boy huffs, the two of them moving off to the side and huddling together, starting to speak in hushed whispers.\n\nThat... worked a lot easier than you expected. Feeling a bit awkward at suddenly not being part of the proceedings, you sit down on the side of the bed again, resting your hands in your lap and waiting. It takes awhile, but eventually the two of them turn and walk back over. "I think you'll be pleased to hear that we've worked out a deal that will please everyone!" Shotiel announces.\n\n"Yeah?" you reply hopefully, standing.\n\n"Yes. I'll take your soul to Heaven, and Mal will occupy your body here on Earth."\n\nYour jaw drops. "What?!"\n\n"It's best for everyone!" Shotiel chirps. "Mal will leave you alone... the important part of you anyway... and it will go up to Heaven where it can be a great help! Meanwhile Mal will get to walk the Earth and do all sorts of wicked things here, but we both think what the other gets is a fair trade for anything that occurs."\n\n"It's a great deal, glad you suggested it," Mal agrees, nodding enthusiastically.\n\n"B-b-but don't I get a say in it?!" you splutter, feeling your face go pale.\n\n"Not really, no," Mal answers evenly.\n\n"Technically you gave over large parts of your free will both when you performed the spell that summoned Mal and when you prayed to me for help," Shotiel explains. "So an agreement between the two of us as regarding your fate is binding without your input. Now, c'mon!"\n\nInstantly, both of them pounce towards you. In the moment before impact, you find yourself thinking 'But I need my-'\n\n<hr>\n[['-body!'|QOInc8x2]]\n\n[['-soul!'|QOInc9x1]]

You blink a few times as you wake up, then sit up and stretch, yawning. Reaching up to tousle your own hair and smacking your lips a few times, you slip out of bed, then pad over to stand in front of the mirror, taking in the view.\n\nOne of the concessions you got from Shotiel when you agreed to limit your powers while occupying a mortal body was a bit of a reality rewrite. Among other things you got to reshape the body more to your pleasing. It largely resembles your old demon one, but of course stripped of the demonic features. You've given yourself light brown skin in place of red, and your eyes are a shade of brown that vaguely resembles red. Slender and pretty, and with a big fat cock though, just like you like. You smirk at your reflection in the mirror, noting that you've been reduced to just a pair of slightly more prominent than usual canines instead of the several fangs you had before, but oh well.\n\n"Mallory! Come down to breakfast!" your mother calls from below.\n\n"On my way~," you chirp, turning and heading over to the dresser. Tch, you're still stuck with all of Jamie's possessions, including his clothes, though, Shotiel wouldn't give you that much reality rewrite allowance. Oh well, you can buy yourself some nice slutty stuff later! Jamie's things are actually just a bit baggy on you, but at least that means his jeans give some breathing room for your dick since you decide to go commando, and pick out a black long-sleeved shirt. Probably a little warm for most mortals, but even without the majority of your demonic abilities little things like temperature and denim on your bare dick and balls aren't going to bother you.\n\nYou practically skip down the stairs. The human world! Endless possiblities lie open before you! In the lower planes you weren't a particularly powerful demon, but up here, even reduced to the powers a flesh and blood body can properly contain, you can practically do whatever you want! You beam happily at your parents... well, they used to be Jamie's parents, but now they're allll yours! you think as you sit down. That's pretty new too... you technically had parents as a demon, but it was really more of a 'sire' and 'dam' situation, if you put it into mortal terms. You can see a lot of familial resemblance between Jamie and the hippy, full-breasted woman currently at the stove scrambling eggs, less so with the somewhat bookish-looking man reading the paper at the table, he shares more resemblance with the absent older brother. Of course you don't look like any of them, but they won't notice that.\n\n"So, Mallory, any plans for today?" your mother asks curiously as she glances over. "Since you seem a lot more energetic than before."\n\nHeheh, if she only knew~! Still, it's a good question! You consider as you snag a piece of bacon from the plate and munch it. (Oh wow food tastes sooooo much better up here!) The first thing you're going to do is...\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck your mother.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Fuck your father.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Go see one of your friends.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Go shopping.|QOInc8x3]]

"Oh, I'll probably go to the mall, y'know, just do some looking around," you reply cheerfully.\n\n"Alright, dear, do you need a ride?"\n\nYou almost smirk at that, since you wouldn't mind a ride with either of them, but have other pressing concerns at the moment. "Nah, I'll just walk!"\n\nBesides, you think a bit later as you head down the sidewalk. There's somewhere you need to go before you actually do any shopping, mall or otherwise. And that's Ramhart & Wolfe, one of the largest and most influential banks on the planet. A slightly less large and influential bank would probably hassle you for walking in looking like you do, scruffy-haired and in "commoner" clothes, but this one is actually big enough that a lot of the people who bank here wear whatever the hell they want and no one bats an eyelash. You make your way to one of the tellers, who only has the faintest blink of hesitation at the sight of a teenager before she says, "Yes, sir, how may I help you today?"\n\n<hr>\n[["I have an account I need a new card for."|QOInc]]\n\n[["I need to access a safety deposit box."|QOInc8x4]]

"I need to access safety deposit box number 000006, please," you announce.\n\nShe quirks an eyebrow at the extremely low number, but turns to her computer and types in. "Yes sir, I see that this deposit box has a numeric code. If you could please type that in on the pad?" she asks, setting a number keypad on the counter in front of you.\n\nGiving her a cheerful smile, you tap in 46656 and enter. She checks her screen, then nods and stands up. "I'll just go get the key, sir, so if you'll wait for me at that door?"\n\nYou grin as you follow her down the hallway to the vault. Certain demonic organizations set up and maintain structures on Earth to aid any demon that manages to make their way up here and set up shop. Any demon with ambitions and a little bit of foresight is generally considered wise to hook up with at least one of said organizations in case they ever do get the chance, since it can be extremely helpful. You're of course expected to help out the organization in certain ways, both below and up here, but overall they generally consider spreading Hell's influence its own reward. It's unlikely Shotiel knew about these little caches of infernal artifacts stored across the world, or at least that you had access to them, or he probably would have made you not accessing them part of the deal. (Hm. Either that or he knew, but Jamie's soul was so valuable that he was willing to let you go without bringing it up so you'd be more likely to agree. ... Eh, nothing you can do about it now, if so.)\n\nAfter retrieving the large lockbox and having a security guard carry it to a small, comfortable private room, the teller and guard both step out and leave you to your privacy. You unlock the box and open it, grinning at the sight of its contents. Oh yes, you definitely made the right choice! Operatives are supposed to choose between one of the financial accounts or one of the caches of artifacts... what you're seeing in here really makes you feel like you picked the right one! You unload several of the magical tomes first, stacking them on the table next to the box, then sort through the assorted power gems, cursed implements, and enchanted jewelry.\n\nWow, there's a ton of great stuff in here... even on the lower planes some of this stuff would have been game-changing for you, though you can imagine some greater demon lord scoffing and tossing some of it in the trash. Heck, that's probably how it wound up in here... below they would have only been useful to struggling up-and-coming demons, up here they're insanely powerful in comparison to most of the magic you have access to. Hm, in fact... the sheer amount of magical power here feels kind of dangerous. You don't want to carry all of it around at once... imagine if you lost it! Or worse got hit by a car or something while carrying it, it would be like dropping a nuke on Deviville, which you're not so keen on since one, you'd die, and two, you live in Deviville now and do not want to nuke it.\n\nProbably better to just take the books and one sort of artifact with you in one of the tote bags provided by the bank. You can come back for the rest later, as you need it. So let's take the...\n\n<hr>\n[[Cursed daggers.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Enhancement bracers.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Summoning jewelry.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Runelord lenses.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Charisma ring.|QOInc]]

Perhaps it's time you ventured away from the computer before you need contacts that aren't just to turn your eyes yellow. (You only had the one pair, they alas wore out and you haven't replaced them yet.) Setting up your computer to perform various maintenance tasks in your absence, you pull a pair of black jeans on over your purple thong, check your t-shirt for anything embarrassing, then grab your Stark Enterprises messenger bag and head for the door.\n\nYou blink in the sun and hiss dramatically before whipping out a pair of round blue sunglasses and slipping them on. There, now, where to go...?\n\n<b>[[The Library|GGLibraryStart]]</b>: Ah, hard copy. You haven't actually sat down with a real book in awhile. Plus the nearest Deviville Public Library is actually pretty great, they have gaming books and stuff like that as well.\n\n<b>[[The Mall|GGMallStart]]</b>: Hey, it's air conditioned, there's lots of stuff to do and browse, and maybe spontaneously bumping into someone you know will be more acceptable than going through the by-now dragging routine of deliberately arranging to meet.\n\n<b>[[Cruise the Streets|GGCruiseStart]]</b>: There's shops outside of malls too, obviously, especially since Deviville started its latest initiatives to attract new and interesting business owners to the community. There's probably other stuff to do, too, just that your mildly jaded teenage mind tends to center around consumerism.

"Ah, thank you, we'd love some tea," you answer, smiling.\n\n"We would?" Lt. Fiviv asks in apparent surprise, then oofs barely perceptibly as you gently elbow her. "I mean, we would," she repeats, nodding firmly.\n\n"Please, come into the kitchen," Kathren says cheerfully, waving you in before making her way back into the kitchen as well. You wonder how she moves around so well with her eyes closed practically all the time. You and E'li make your way in and settle down at the small, square kitchen table while Kathren brings down a jar from the cupboard and goes about preparing two cups of tea with the kettle of water that was already on the stove. "I must say, I'm quite surprised to hear that there might be a problem involving Doctor Fukher, she seemed just fine when she was here earlier."\n\n"Well, ma'am... thank you," you add as she sets the teacup in front of you. You pause to sip it, Fiviv following your example. You're surprised, it's actually rather good, both the scent and the taste quite relaxing after the long day you've had. You continue to sip at it as you explain, "We think she may have been compromised by a hostile alien intruder. Her actions almost certainly aren't entirely her own, these aliens apparently have an ability to bend the minds of those they, um, assault."\n\n"They've apparently got a lot of plans for the Federation, so it's important that we find Doctor Fukher before she compromises security and gives them an opening," Fiviv adds, actually sounding rather sleepy. You're not surprised, she's been through more than you have, and you suddenly feel kind of like a nap yourself.\n\n"Oh dear, well, we definitely wouldn't want the Raptarrans overrunning Earth and the rest of the Federation," Kathren murmurs, bringing her fingers up to cover her mouth. "That would be awful."\n\n<hr>\n[["Yeah."|TrekF10x1]]\n\n[["Ye-... wait, what?"|TrekF9a]]

"I really think it's imperative if I do all I can to find Doctor Fukher," you note with a frown. "There's definitely something amiss to this whole thing involving her. Besides, I feel responsible," you add with a sigh. "I assumed she was just sulking and didn't check on her before beaming down, after all."\n\n"There are few things more stubborn and difficult to deal with than a starship CMO, Commander, don't beat yourself up," the Admiral advises, patting your shoulder. "Head over to the office annex, the adjutant will have an office assigned to you. We'll also assign a Lieutenant to assist you."\n\n"Thank you, Admiral." Nodding your gratitude, you turn and head for the nearest turbolift. When you arrive at the very office building-y lobby, the uniformed officer sitting behind the desk tells you the alphanumeric label of the office you've been assigned. It... looks near-identical to the one you had as First Officer aboard the Venture, maybe just a bit smaller. You settle behind the desk and start calling up the information files on Doctor Fukher. After a quick skim, it looks like there are several obvious places she might go... she has a home here on Earth in North Carolina, where her children and husband live, though it notes her husband is a Starbeat officer as well and not often at home. (Poor kids, on a number of levels, you can't help but think.) Her husband's assignment is apparently on Nearspace-1, a space station in geosynchronous orbit over Mars... if she's really been compromised, she might attempt to get to him and use his greater access to Starbeat security. The third place is the Dikhard family farm, apparently she and the late Captain were quite close, she might have gone to see his family (or try to access whatever security systems or information he left there).\n\nMusing over the possibilities, you glance up as the door slides open, for a moment only processing surprise that it's someone who's not in uniform. But then you realize that it's actually the purple-skinned security officer from the Venture that's been with you the whole time. It's weird, without the uniform turning her into just another 'extra' in your surroundings, you can actually pay attention to her features, like the short horns jutting from her forehead, or her pointed ears, or her fire-colored eyes. Instead of a uniform she's wearing what looks like some sort of exercise jacket, and the same sort of tight black shorts that are listed under the default choices for Starbeat officers as underwear or workout gear.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/pDWbCYi.png>\n\n"Sir, Lieutenant Fiviv, reporting for duty. ... Apologies for being out of uniform."\n\n"I think considering how it happened, that's understandable," you answer, unable to help keeping a grin off of your face, even as she blushes some in embarrassment.\n\n"About that... um, thank you, sir. I didn't really get the chance to, before... I got sloppy, and you had to save me, so... I also apologize," she adds, bowing slightly while closing her eyes. "I'll understand if you think I'm not fit for this assignment and want to request another officer to assist you," she adds, remaining in the contrite pose.\n\nYou blink at that. "There's no need to apologize, Lieutenant. Anybody could get blindsided by an invisible opponent. I'm actually glad to have a familiar face here."\n\n"... Thank you, sir," she murmurs, straightening up and squirming just a little.\n\n"Are you sure you're okay, though? I wouldn't blame you for needing a break after that."\n\n"No, sir. I requested this duty, if you'd have me. I'm not going to let these things win and make fools of all of us, or harm the Federation. That would bring shame on me," she adds with a bit of a scowl.\n\n"Alright. Lieutenant Fiviv... ah, I'm sorry, I don't recall your given name, if Fiviv isn't...?"\n\nThat... makes her blush some again, and she actually seems flustered for a moment before composing herself. "El'i. El'i Fiviv, sir," she replies, pronouncing it like 'Ellie' with a slight pause and a harder second syllable.\n\n"Alright, then. Well, I think I have a few potential leads on where Doctor Fukher might have gone. We can assume she's either running scared, or has been turned to the Raptarran's cause... either way, these leads provide her options."\n\n"Yes, sir. I'll replicate a new uniform as we travel," she adds, a bit sheepishly. "Where will we be traveling to, though...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[North Carolina.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Mars orbit.|TrekF]]\n\n[[The English countryside.|TrekF9x2]]

"Ma'am, would you mind if we came inside and waited for your father and Doctor Fukher to return?" you ask. "It's not really that the Doctor is in trouble with Starbeat, more that she could be in trouble in general."\n\n"Mm. What did you say your name was?"\n\n"I'm Commander Erin Hawt. This is Lieutenant El'i Fiviv," you note, gesturing to the alien woman beside you.\n\n"Oh, you're Erin?" The girl's eyebrows quirk a bit. "My uncle Jean-Fuk mentioned you in a few of his letters. You do match his description of you pretty closely." She looks you up and down, then shrugs. "I'm Elizabeth Dikhard, people call me Liz. Alright, come in, then."\n\nShe leads the way into the house, which is rustic and looks more like something from the eighteenth century instead of the twenty-third. As you approach what looks like the kitchen, a woman that strongly resembles an older version of Liz, in her early forties perhaps and quite nice-looking, her hair long and in a French braid, wearing a simple white blouse and long red skirt. "Oh, Liz, more Starbeat people?"\n\n"Mother, this is Commander Hawt, the woman who was uncle Jean-Fuk's chief of security. They came here looking for Doctor Fukher." Liz turns back to you and gestures to the older woman. "My mother, Kathren."\n\nKaren Dikhard purses her lips, then nods. "Well, if Jean-Fuk trusted you, I suppose we can do no less. It's all very strange, honestly. But where are my manners, would you like some tea?"\n\nYou've never been big on tea, but it is England, isn't it like a mortal sin or something to refuse an offer of tea here...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|TrekF9x4]]\n\n[[Refuse.|TrekF11x1]]

"We're headed for England, a small farm in the country," you explain as you finish transferring files to a tablet and stand up. "I'll requisition us a shuttle so you have time to change on the flight."\n\n"Alright, sir."\n\nAbout an hour later the shuttle is banking in lightly towards the concrete pad about a quarter of a mile from the quaint but still fairly sizeable farmhouse with little around it but pleasant rolling fields and well-tended orchards. You stroll down the back ramp of the shuttle, Lt. Fiviv trotting a bit to catch up with you since she was piloting, the alien woman once again clad in a proper Starbeat uniform. The two of you head up the packed-earth road (seriously?) towards the house, the door opening as you approach. A girl steps out... maybe eighteen, nineteen you figure? Dark hair falling around her shoulders, intense eyes, very pretty, wearing a thin blouse and snug shorts. She folds her arms as you approach, giving you a bit of a smirk.\n\n"More Starbeat officers, hm? Nothing for weeks and then here you come all traipsing through here at once," she announces, her voice carrying a mild French accent.\n\nThat makes you blink. "Someone else from Starbeat has been here?"\n\n"Several. First there were a couple of the local boys, dropping by to ask if we'd seen Doctor Fukher, and to let them know if we did. And then, about an hour later, there was Doctor Fukher."\n\nYou resist the urge to let your jaw drop. "Ah... and did you contact Starbeat?"\n\n"My father refused. He's got a bit of a contrary streak, you see. He assumed she must be in some kind of trouble, and between Starbeat and a friend of the family it was obvious which he'd pick. They went off to town together to get something or other."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait for them to come back.|TrekF9x3]]\n\n[[Go after them.|TrekF]]

Despite being severely weirded out, you do still need a place to stay, after all. Trying to put the strange body modification you've undergone out of your mind, you follow along after Applejack, your bare feet padding over the dirt path that sort of feels more like molded foam or something. It does eventually turn to real dirt, though, as you get further away from the main street that's apparently the primary tourist attraction. Neither one of them bothers your bare feet much... either it's really soft ground or your changes include tougher foot soles. Eventually you're walking over idyllic rolling green hills, which begin to be spotted with apple trees bearing shiny, ripe-looking fruit.\n\nThe two of you approach something that looks like a cross between a farmhouse and a barn, though it's more the former than the latter. There's two people lingering near the front door, and as you get closer you can start to pick out details. One's a really big guy, at least six and a half feet tall, broad shoulders, tawny blonde hair, a red-and-black flannel shirt, jeans, workboots. He's heavily muscled, with broad shoulders and powerful arms, the sort of guy that brings to mind the word 'workhorse'. Hopping about next to him in energetic fashion is a girl the complete opposite... she looks like she's about thirteen or so, a little slip of a thing in a yellow t-shirt and overalls, barefoot like you are. Red hair, big pink bow in it, pretty darn cute really.\n\n"Alright, this's most've the Apple family," Applejack says as the two of you walk up, turning to face you. "Granny's out mannin' th' tourist part of th' orchard. This here's m' big brother, Big Macintosh."\n\n"Uh, nice to meet you," you say, holding out a hand.\n\n"Eeeyup," the big man answers, giving your hand a firm (but thankfully not crushing) shake with his much larger one.\n\n"An' this's my li'l sister Applebloom."\n\n"Howdy!" the girl chirps, hopping forward and peering up towards you from up close, a big grin on her face. You lean back a little in surprise at the invasion of your personal space. "Nice ta meetcha!"\n\n"Um, yeah," you agree, nodding and blushing just a little. She's definitely as cute as her sister, despite not having the same knockout body... yet. "Nice to... and everything."\n\n"And this's... hm..." Applejack eyes you, then walks over and slips two fingers into the waistband of your shorts, pulling them out and down just a bit.\n\n"H-hey!"\n\n"Hrm. Snake Eyes? No, that's another feller. Double One? 'Ceptin' there ain't two of ya. Tarnation, it's bad luck ta get such an incomprehensible cutie mark!" Applejack releases your shorts, allowing you to tug them back into place. Then she grins. "Well, no offense, but frankly that sounds 'bout right... we'll just call ya Unlucky Dice. Dice fer short."\n\n"I... guess that fits," you have to admit, your cheeks still aflame. \n\n"He's got a cutie mark?! Just fer showin' up?!" Applebloom's howl of outrage takes you by surprise as she briefly runs in a frantic, frustrated circle before zipping inside the house with a wail of, "It's not faaaaaair!"\n\n"Oh, don't mind her, she'll be fine by suppertime," Applejack says with a little 'pshaw', waving a hand in Applebloom's direction. She turns back to you. "Anyhow, you'll bunk down in th' hay loft of th' barn, we've got a li'l place set up in there, should be comfy enough. If ya prove ta be a good worker an' decide ta stay on, we'll find ya somethin' more cozy an' permanent."\n\nYou blink at that, but nod. As weird as your arrival was, you can't help but feel a little hopeful at the idea of finding at least a semi-permanent place to stay.\n\n"Hm, still mosta th' day left," Applejack observes after a brief glance at the sky, shading her eyes despite already wearing a hat. "Plenty of work t'be done! Well, Dice, here's what we've got. I need someone ta take a cart of apples over ta [[Sugar Cube Corner|PonyAMplaceholder]] for me. Could also use some help out in th' fields doin' [[apple buckin'|PonyAMplaceholder]]. Big Mac's gotta do some [[heavy liftin'|PonyAM1x3]] out by th' barn, might he could use a hand with that. An' th' lot of us've been plum busy lately, none of us had th' time ta [[clean the house|PonyAMplaceholder]], it needs it for sure. So what'll it be, pardner...?"

You've never exactly been one for doing strength-based labor before, since your muscle tone generally shaded towards 'nonexistant'. But after your little trip through the weird machine, you do feel a lot stronger, and after thinking about it, you're almost eager to try out your new muscles. "Sounds like Big Macintosh might need the most help, I'll go with him."\n\nApplejack chuckles and gives you a smile that you'd call 'indulgent', reaching out to ruffle your hair. "It's cute you think that. But I don't doubt he does need a bit, at least, so you go on."\n\n"Er, 'kay," you murmur, then turn and hurry after Big Macintosh as he just starts off towards one of the barns dotted about the property without another word. He doesn't seem inclined to talk much at all, really, you notice as he covers the distance in silence. Arriving at the barn, he pulls the doors open, revealing a fairly large collection of old, rusty, and rather outdated-seeming farm equipment, including several ridable types such as a large old tractor.\n\n"Gonna move all this, over there," Big Macintosh announces, pointing at the junk and then a ways down the road.\n\n"Uh, wow, okay." You stare at the heap of equipment... it's not exactly what you pictured when you heard 'heavy lifting', you thought it would be hay bales or something.\n\nThe large man moves forward and into the barn, taking a pair of workboots and knocking them out briefly, then holding them out to you. "Oughtta fit close 'nuff. Don't wanna drop anything on yer toes."\n\n"Right." You flop down on the ground and quickly pull the boots on, cinching them tightly to make up for them being a bit too big. Once you're done you hop to your feet, just in time to see Big Mac squat down and slip his hands under the tractor. Then he slowly stands up, his muscles visibly flexing and going taut under the snug denim of his jeans and the flannel of his shirt. You stare wide-eyed as he actually lifts the massive farm vehicle up onto his shoulders and settles it there, tawny head bent forward, before he starts moving towards the door. You quickly scramble out of his way as he ducks slightly, looking like he's got nothing more heavy than a particularly overstuffed feed bag resting on his back.\n\n"Help make sure it don't tip," he grunts to you as he heads down the dirt road in front of the barn. You follow more by reflex than anything else, staying close to his side. Sure enough, at one point the heavy back end of the tractor starts to tip towards you. Thinking you must be crazy, you nevertheless reach up and try to steady it. Though the weight settles onto your hands, it doesn't crush you as you were expecting. In fact, you're able to nudge it a bit, and Big Mac shifts his massive shoulders to realign the tractor and continue carrying it. You continue to help him balance it as he carries it almost half a mile down the road and finally thumps it down in a large open space beside it. Pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket, he dabs at his forehead rather daintily for a man that just carried a farm vehicle.\n\n"Wow. Um..." You're not sure whether to even point out something he seems to take for granted, so instead you glance at the tractor. "So what're we putting it out here for anyway?"\n\n"Scrap collector, comes by tomorrow," he grunts in reply, before turning and heading back towards the barn, with you having to scramble after him again. Once he gets there, he looks around for a moment, then points at a large metal watering trough. "That looks 'bout right. You give it a go."\n\n"I don't think I can-"\n\n"I'll help ya." With that, Big Mac crosses to the trough and waits, just looking at you with those big green eyes. Flummoxed, you walk over, standing where he points. "Now, bend yer knees first, like yer squattin'. Now y'can bend forward. Make sure ya got a good grip," he instructs as you obey, finding a pair of handholds on the trough. "Now, lift with yer legs, drivin' up from yer hips," he continues, resting his hand on your back and sliding it down a bit, giving you a push as you start to lift. "Then just get it settled an' there y'go," he finishes, nudging the trough a bit to help you rest it on your shoulders. "Good job, now just keep it like that an y'should be fine, let's head out there."\n\nYou're amazed to find that it wasn't even that hard... between Big Mac's coaching and his encouragement, you feel like you could sprint the distance to the dropoff point. Well, almost, you actually head out there at a nice even walk. Still, once the large farmhand has watched you take a few more moderate-sized pieces out, he declares you "Good 'nuff" and lets you work on your own, as long as you "Don't get foolish". Every so often he'll call you over to help him balance some much larger or heavier piece like a fridge or a thresher, or follow along with you to make sure you're handling it alright. Though he doesn't say more than a dozen words the whole time, by the end you've got a distinct feeling of camaraderie going. You're also both soon covered in sweat and dirt, clothes sticking to you slightly and skin a bit darkened by the smears of dust and rust mixed with perspiration.\n\nBy the time the sun is just beginning to set, the two of you return to the barn to find that it's empty save for a lot of dust, dirty hay, and a couple of old bits of furniture. Big Mac walks to the back doors and pushes them open as well, revealing a sort of "porch" that's not much more than a concrete slab with a drain set to one side of it. Resting on an old wooden frame on the ground to that side of the porch is an old metal water tank, with a pipe coming off one side that has a broad metal showerhead attached. Big Mac gives it a light rap with his knuckles, then mms. "Full," he announces. Shrugging, he unbuttons his flannel shirt and shrugs out of it, revealing a sweaty white t-shirt. "May as well use it one last time, then."\n\n"Uh." You blink at him, then blush as he sets the flannel shirt on a nearby wooden chair before peeling out of the damp cotton. "You mean, shower... right out here?"\n\n"Eeeyup." Stepping on the heels of his boots to get out of them, he sets them on the seat of the chair before he begins unbuckling his belt. "Applejack'd have our hides if we sat down ta supper like this."\n\n"Um. Well. Okay." Making your way uncertainly over towards another chair, you start undressing as well. Considering you only have your t-shirt, shorts, and boots, it's not exactly an involved process, but embarrassment makes you take longer. When you finally turn back around, you can't help but stare. Big Macintosh is standing under a broad spray of water, soaping up, apparently completely unashamed of standing out in the open in the nude. Not that he has a damn thing to be ashamed of... it's hard to think of any way to describe his muscled, powerful body other than "perfect". He turns slightly, and your jaw nearly drops. His cock is <i>immense</i>... it nearly hangs to his knees, and it's not as if he's got short legs!\n\nTrying not to stare (or to be completely intimidated), you make your way over, eyes averted. Luckily the showerhead is set up with such a broad spray that you can stand a fair bit away and still get plenty of water. You almost jump out of your skin when Big Mac taps your shoulder, and can't help but give him a sheepish look when you realize he's just holding out half the bar of soap to you. If he notices your embarrassment, he doesn't say anything, simply returning to soaping up his underarms and chest. You can't help but sneak a peek as his hands slide lower, starting to lather up around his crotch, streaks of soapsuds dripping down his balls and shaft.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're not into guys, but you've gotta admit that's impressive.|PonyAMPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You are totally into him, and you've gotta suck that cock.|PonyAMPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You are totally into him, and you want to tongue his ass.|PonyAMPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You are amazingly into him, but too intimidated and shy to make a move.|PonyAMPlaceholder]]

Santa probably has magic to get him down the chimney, right? Maybe it just needs a little, y'know, nudge. Placing your hands on the soles of his boots, you give a light shove downwards, trying to further stuff the jolly old elf down your chimney. Not feeling any real give other than in his knees, you press again, harder this time. There's just the very faintest feeling that he's scooched down in the chimney a bit more. Encouraged, you lean your entire weight down on the soles of Santa's boots, pressing as hard as you can.\n\nRather abruptly, Santa goes zipping down the chimney like an otter down a waterslide... with you, of course, leaning all your weight on him as he does. You yelp as you tumble forward into the gaping, dark maw of your own chimney, tumbling down right after Santa. Despite the fact that you shouldn't fit down either, you feel yourself falling through a wide, open darkness, the smell of woodsmoke strong in your nose. You feel yourself spinning faster and faster, tumbling around and bumping up against something repeatedly, until you abruptly thump against a pile of logs. Tumbling out of your fireplace in a small cloud of ash and dust, you cough out a few times as you sit up, then wobble to your feet. Looking around uncertainly, you call, "Santa?"\n\nNot hearing any reply or seeing him, you look down at yourself to check for injury, then squeak in surprise. You're wearing a thin long-sleeved shirt, alright, but it's now bright red, with scooped cleavage lined with white fur. A pair of shiny, snug-fitting (but soft and easily-bending) black leather gloves cover your hands. Your satin pajama pants are, like your top, red and fur-trimmed... and is that a bulge?! You rush to the bathroom where you can look in a mirror... you look a little pudgier than before, and your hair has turned snowy white, with a bit of sparkly permablush on your cheeks. Your boobs look a bit bigger too, probably from the light extra layer of fat. Swallowing, you push down the front of your pants... and stare at the long, thick cock that flops out. Quickly stuffing it away, you go scrambling back out of the house and up the ladder. "What happened?!" you wail at Rudy.\n\n"Hoo boy, this is one reason you should've let us take care of it," the reindeer answers with a sigh. "Sometimes when Santa's magic is acting up, unpredictable things can happen. Like this... you went down the chimney warp with him, so you must have gotten all jumbled together coming out."\n\n"Unjumble us!" you blurt, flailing a little, then stopping and pressing your arms over your chest at all the jiggling that causes.\n\n"Hey, I don't have that kind of mojo. Probably some of the elves at the North Pole do, though. And before you ask, yes, we'll take you there," Rudy adds.\n\n"But they'll be ticked if you bail on Christmas to head straight there," one of the reindeer behind him comments, a particularly large and buff specimen.\n\n"Slammer's right, there's still a lot of deliveries to do," Rudy admits. "The elves would be in a pretty bad mood if we skipped 'em. Maybe you ought to go ahead and finish off Santa's deliveries... we'll help, don't worry. Most of the magic is pretty instinctive, you should be able to manage it for just half the night."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to do the rest of the deliveries.|HollyXmas5x5]]\n\n[[Insist on going right to the North Pole.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Go back inside.|HollyXmas]]

Shrugging, you press the blue button. No need to get fancy, after all. A dome light starts flashing and spinning above one of the open passages, the conveyer belt leading into it rumbling to life. "Please step onto the belt, sir," the park girl says cheerfully, gesturing with one hand. Shrugging, you move forward and step carefully onto the belt, allowing it to move you forward and through the square hole in the wall. It's actually just a little creepy in here, there's just barely enough light to see yourself by... you can't even see what might be around you in the build.\n\nYou yelp as a pair of robotic arms suddenly swing around and grab your arms, lifting them up and above your head, actually pulling you off of the conveyer belt and into empty air. "Hey!" you call in protest as more of the arms swing in towards you, starting to snip and cut away your shirts and to remove your shoes and socks. A somewhat more dextrous hand undoes the button and zipper of your jeans and yanks both them and the briefs under them off down your legs, your cock flapping free as you're left dangling naked in midair. "What the hell?!" you call angrily.\n\nYour eyes widen as new robot arms swing in, though these are all tipped with syringes. You almost start to thrash around, then think better of it as those sharp, glistening tips come closer. You freeze in place, biting back another yelp as you feel the sting of the needles penetrating in your arms, legs, chest, and even a few in your groin. Heat floods your body as they inject their payload and draw back. You shudder, looking down at yourself, and watching in shock as your muscles grow and firm up... not massively, but you quickly lose your scrawny look, the sight of bare ribs and slim waist replaced by the toned, taut build of a swimmer or gymnast. But that's not the only thing that gets your attention... your cock is growing too! Your shaft grows erect, getting longer, harder and thicker than it's ever been, even as your balls swell and hang more heavily below it.\n\nYou shudder in the grip of the robotic manacles, feeling pleasure build up in your shaft even as it continues getting longer and thicker. Once it's almost a foot long and a little less thick than a soda can, you let out a near bellow of release as you start shooting long, thick streams of cum, each one obviously much more than any other entire load you've ever shot. Once you've fired off at least ten or twelve blasts, your cock slowly softens and droops, though it still retains the majority of its length even as it dangles between your now toned thighs.\n\nPanting and breathless, you watch as another arm moves in, and thumps against the side of your hip with a slight sting. You crane your head, just able to make out what looks like a pair of blue dice that have both rolled a one now emblazoned on your skin. The arm thumps against your other hip to leave a mirror image of the same mark, before you're moved along again. A set of arms holding some denim shorts that just come to your knees slides them up your legs, while another rubber-tipped one helpfully tucks your cock down one leg of the shorts before they're buttoned up for you. You're set down on the ground, your arms guided through the holes of a bright blue t-shirt before you're given a good shove towards a door that slides open.\n\nBewildered and still a little in shock, you stare around in confusion at the scene before you. There's bright green grass, and buildings that look a little... well, slightly plastic, as if it were a playset design sized up to human proportions. There are a number of people milling about, wandering in and out of the buildings or just talking with what you assume are castmembers, to judge by their slightly more elaborate, colorful outfits (which, considering the visitors are tourists, is saying something).\n\n"Howdy! You must be th' new hand I was promised!"\n\nTurning your head, you spot a very pretty girl several years older than yourself. Her hair is wheat-blonde and done in a thick braid that's pulled forward over one shoulder, a somewhat battered brown cowboy hat resting atop it. An orange-and-red flannel shirt is tied up just underneath her fairly large chest, leaving her midriff bare and showing off a stomach toned to six-pack perfection. A thoroughly broken-in pair of jeans fits the curve of her hips and legs like a denim second skin, the bottom of the jeans tucked into a pair of cowboy boots. She grins at you, showing off a pretty face thoroughly dotted with freckles, her big green eyes dancing as she flicks the brim of her hat back a little.\n\n"Well, y'seem a tad on th' scrawny side, but I don't turn down help when I need it, learned m'lesson there. Name's Applejack."\n\n"Uh... Eric," you reply, stunned both by your recent experience and the pretty girl greeting you so casually after it. "What just-?"\n\n"Eric? Hm, hafta come up with somethin' better than that, won't fit in too well 'round here otherwise. And oh, don't mind that whole thing," she adds, gesturing to the now closed panel you emerged from. "Just adaptin' ya so you'll be able to work here in Ponyville good'n'proper. Can't keep up with everypony else if y'don't. Y'okay? Didn't actually hurt ya none, did it?" she adds, frowning a bit and leaning in, apparently concerned.\n\nBlinking, you pat yourself down, blushing a little as your hands feel your sizeable cock under your shorts. But other than being a lot more hale and hearty than you've been in awhile, you seem to be fine... you don't even sting or itch anywhere from being injected or, apparently, tattooed. "No. I guess I'm fine. It was just... weird."\n\n"You'll get used to it. C'mon, I'll get ya settled in at Sweet Apple Acres," Applejack says, beckoning as she turns to walk off down a carefully cultivated and slightly artificial-seeming dirt path.\n\n<hr>\n[[Follow Applejack.|PonyAM1x2]]\n\n[[This is too weird, run away!|PonyAMplaceholder]]

"Who are you?" you ask, frowning just a little. You also try not to stare at all the very attractive girl on display. It's not quite as mesmerizing as it might have been before, but it's still quite a sight.\n\n"My name's Mal. Used to be a salvager and smuggler, before I tried to salvage one of the Raptarrans' little trap ships. Guessing the same thing happened to you?" Grinning a bit at your nod, Mal shakes her head. "And I'm guessing from the look on your face, you used to be a guy too, huh?"\n\n"You mean, you too...?"\n\n"Yup. Raptarran males don't really seem to care about gender too much, normally they'll fuck anything that they can dominate and that has a nice, hot hole for them to stick their cocks in. But since we're for a particular use, they turn anyone selected for the Breeding Hunt into a female. They leave your physical stature alone, pretty much, apparently all they really do is switch your gender."\n\n"You must have been pretty buff as a guy, then," you say without really thinking about it, before blushing and glancing away.\n\nMal just laughs. "I actually wasn't nearly this built at first, I was maybe only a little bit more toned than you are now. But I'm one of the most successful humans to ever take part in the Breeding Hunt, and I spend a lot of my off time training for when I get hunted. Some get complacent and wind up getting chubby in their off time after a couple of good hunts. They pretty quickly wind up as incubators, from what I understand."\n\n"Incubators?"\n\n"They just get repeatedly fucked by Raptarrans of a certain status and lay eggs all the time. Nothing else. Remember what fun that was?" The tone of her voice says that she's only half joking about it being 'fun'... clearly you're not the only one who's been altered to enjoy being bred and laying eggs. "Well, orgasmic or not, sounds pretty dull to me. I enjoy myself a lot more as a participant."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Other questions.|BadCypher8x12]]

"Ummm, well, why don't I have a try at getting Santa unstuck first?" you suggest. "I mean... I wouldn't want him to get mad at me for touching his sleigh without his permission."\n\n"Hoo boy, you really are a good little girl," Rudy says with a bit of a sigh and exchanging a glance with some of the reindeer behind him. But then he shrugs. "Okay, sure, if you think you can."\n\nYou walk over to the chimney, which luckily isn't that tall... you're able to hop up and scramble up onto the edge of it where Santa is stuck upside-down. At least he stops kicking when one of his legs bumps against you, apparently realizing someone is here to help. It looks like he's stuck just a bit past the belt... you wonder if this is your fault for not having your chimney swept more regularly? Either way, you need to try and get him out now. Or, well, you guess one way to help get him out would be to get him through...\n\n<hr>\n[[Pull.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Push.|HollyXmas5x4]]

"Um. I don't know how else to ask, but what are... these things?" you murmur, pointing to the strip of material sealing your pussy shut. \n\n"Ah, those. We just call 'em 'seals'. The design on 'em indicates your purpose and your rank in that purpose." Mal laughs a little. "To put it bluntly, babe, your reproductive facilities are now owned by the Raptarrans. They don't want you wasting any time or bodily effort on a human pregnancy when you could be cranking out Raptarran eggs."\n\n"What?! How would that even happen?! Besides, I was a guy before!"\n\n"Yeah, but you're a girl now, and a girl that's been hardwired to get off on reproducing. Trust me, from now on, you see a guy and you're gonna want to fuck. And there are guys around. Raptarrans use alien species for most of their drudgery work, which includes taking care of their other slaves like us. Pretty much every slave wears some sort of seal. You'd think they'd just make all the guys or just all the girls wear 'em, but I guess they don't want to take any chances."\n\nYou sit in silence for a few moments, processing all of that. It's pretty strange to have confirmation that you're biologically altered to be a complete sex maniac, and that they have to seal up your vagina just to keep you from shoving it on every dick you come across. Actually, even thinking about it is starting to turn you on, and you shift a little in your chair at the still unfamiliar sensations. But that brings up another question, and you clear your throat.\n\n"So how do I, er... go?"\n\n"It absorbs it."\n\n"... Seriously?" You look at Mal, suspecting a prank.\n\n"Dead serious. Actually it's a new feature, used to you just peed right through it and wiped it clean. Of course, other fluids went through it too... I guess the Raptarrans got tired of the females they'd engineered to be turned on at the drop of a hat leaving puddles on the floor everywhere they went." Mal suddenly goes solemn-faced. "But remember, it only covers the front."\n\n"... Got it," you murmur, suspecting a story there that you don't want to hear.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Other questions.|BadCypher8x12]]

"What is all this? Why am I here?" you ask.\n\n"You've been selected to take part in what the Raptarrans call the Breeding Hunt. Basically, you must have impressed them with how you were able to evade capture when they were after you." Mal grins broadly. "For my own part, I led them on a chase across three sectors with my ship."\n\n"I didn't do anything nearly that impressive. I only nearly got away from them on one of their honeytrap ships."\n\n"Oh, you did it on foot, huh? They take different things into account. Basically you must have struck them as smart and fit enough to put in the Hunt. Anyway, the Breeding Hunt is where Raptarrans who have reached a certain rank and privilege get to chase down worthy prey and impregnate them. Basically proving who's strongest, fastest, and fittest to have their genetics survive."\n\n"So those eggs I laid, they have some sort of... hybrids... inside?" You make a bit of a face thinking about it, not sure how that makes you feel.\n\n"Nah. I've seen the offspring, as far as I can tell they're fully Raptarran, though supposedly at least a few of our traits at least influence them... y'know, help them get smarter, faster, stronger. But they want you to put up the best effort you can, they even encourage you to outrun the hunter fully if you can. That means you're better prey and that even stronger and higher-ranked Raptarrans get the privilege of hunting you and propagating their line with you."\n\n"Rewards?"\n\n"Yeah. You must have done pretty well your first time out to not only get this place, but an explanation from a veteran. I didn't even last until nightfall my first time, I got stuck in a crappy little one-room cell with a bunk and a combination toilet-sink in the corner. The longer you last and the more you accomplish in your run, the more rewards they give you. You get rewarded <i>really</i> richly if you manage to complete the whole run without getting caught and fucked. Basically, they've made a game out of Darwinism." She raises her wrist and points at her own countdown clock. "Each hunt is usually about forty-eight hours long. Rarely it will be less or more. One time I actually had one for an entire week, still don't know what was up with that. But the red time shows you're 'safe' and how much longer before your next hunt. I suggest trying to go to sleep before time runs out, it's less trouble. You also get more 'time off' the better you do in your hunts."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Other questions.|BadCypher8x12]]

You swallow hard, then follow it up with a deep breath. Trying to recall how confident and energetic you felt before, you focus yourself down and do try to offer the woman a grin. "Put down the gun and we'll talk about it, okay?"\n\nThe blonde blinks... and you think actually blushes a little. She exchanges a glance with the other, and after a moment both shrug, Kat lowering the revolver and taking a step back. "Alright then, talk."\n\n"It's some drinks I have. Experimental sodas," you explain, doing your best to stay calm as you slowly lower your hands. "I drank one, and I turned into that... well, that cheetah. Not just fast, but agile, strong, all my senses were heightened. I was seriously superhuman."\n\nThe robbers exchange another glance, Marine frowning a little, but nevertheless unable to hide her interest as she says, "And you're saying you've got more of that stuff?"\n\n"Yeah," you answer with a nod, glancing back and forth between them.\n\n"Hm." The blonde frowns, tapping her revolver against the side of her leg, then almost jerking it away when she realizes what she's doing. "So. What's to stop us from robbing you like you robbed us?"\n\nYou almost go a little pale at that, before you realize the threat is empty. The grin comes a little easier this time. "You wouldn't even know where to begin looking. Not like I've got a driver's license so you can look up my address."\n\n"He's got us there," Marine mutters, frowning again and glancing at the blonde. "... I dunno, if he's got more..."\n\n"Alright, kid, color us interested." Kat holsters the revolver and folds her arms over her generous chest. "What are you suggesting?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll sell it to them.|QOHPT]]\n\n[[You'll assist them.|QOHPT]]\n\n[[You'll share it with them.|QOHPT10x6]]

Unable to help it any longer, you once more push down the front of your pajama pants, the stretchy waistband sliding down and letting your long, fat cock spring free, heavy balls tumbling over the waistband. Wrapping a hand around the shaft, you begin stroking and pumping, unable to help lightly rocking your hips into the strokes. Surrounded by the dim lighting and warmth of the fire and a strange family's Christmas decorations, you shamelessly stroke and jerk your cock, clear dribbles of pre oozing out and trickling down over your fingers.\n\nReaching up, you pull down the scooped cleavage of your shirt, letting your overly fat tits spill out, the fur trim tickling the undersides lightly. Grabbing one breast with your free hand, your fingers sink in and almost disappear as you begin kneading it, just as heedless and excited as the teenage girl no doubt still frantically frigging herself upstairs. Just the thought of her in this state is enough to make Santavision kick in, and you're once more treated to a voyeuristic view of Madelyn, biting her lower lip as she uses one wet fingertip to tease the pucker of her asshole, her other hand rubbing her stiff little clit for all that it's worth.\n\nMuffling your own moans at the sight, you let your lips part, panting harder and harder as you get closer. Seized by a sudden perverse impulse you're powerless to control any more than that to jerk off, you quickly step over to the little side table that's up against the wall, where the plate of plain sugar cookies rest. You let out a loud gasp as that first shuddery, sort of liquid burst of orgasm hits you as you start cumming with your cock for the first time. And there's so much, and all of it feels so good coming out! No guy you've ever been with came like this, incredibly thick splurts of goo that splatter all over the plate of cookies, oozing heavily across the surface of the pale Christmas trees, snowmen, and stars. Your hips jerk, hefty balls swaying and wobbling, tits similarly jiggling as you urge every last drop out and over the cookies.\n\nYou close your eyes, panting and gasping until you can catch your breath. Already feeling a bit ashamed, you open your eyes and look down, then blink in shock. You expected to see a plate of cookies with an utterly lewd mess all over them that you'd have to dump in the trash and hope no one questioned it too much. Instead the massive amount of cum you sprayed all over the plate of cookies seems to have... coated each one individually. It now looks like the sugar cookies have simply had a nice, smooth, thick layer of sugar glaze applied.\n\nYou hesitate... and then that perverse tickle of wickedness hits again. Giggling, you tug up your pants and haul your top back into position, before grabbing the bag and heading for the chimney. Well... Christmas is a day to indulge yourself, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HollyXmas5xEnd]]

Really, you need a capable second in command, someone to order minions about in your stead... especially since your current body is more inspiring of lust than of fear. So you need someone... something... well, both, really, to strike fear into both your enemies and your followers. Luckily, your whole myth base allows you to create just such a youma. Unluckily, you don't have the energy to make her out of whole cloth (or pure energy, rather)... you'll have to convert a human into a youma. Which means finding a candidate that already fits the idea of your assistant to some extent.\n\nYou spend the next several days lurking around the city, resisting the urge to do anything that would put you on the Senshi's map, which makes the period rather boring and frustrating. But finally, you're reading the local newspaper and find, buried amidst the back pages, a story about the perfect human for your purposes. Obviously it doesn't include her address, but you have your ways of divining a mere human's location. That night, when your candidate enters her apartment, looking tired and annoyed, you're stretched out on her couch, posed elegantly propped up on one arm. The heavyset woman's eyes go wide, and she turns to scramble for the drawer of the entryway table, only to find it already open. "Now, now, Amy, none of that," you coo, briefly holding up the revolver she'd hidden, and then causing it to disappear in a short burst of flame. "I'm not here to hurt you, so don't go trying to hurt me."\n\n"Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my apartment, naked and... wearing fake ears?" the big woman growls, scowling at you.\n\nYou do frown at that, you're not naked! Just... almost. And you give your ears a very deliberate twitch to show her that they're not fake, her eyes widening again at the realization. "My name is Anubilis, Amy, a youma based on the Egyptian god of the underworld. Normally, we pounce on humans and drain them of their energy, but that's not what I'm here to do to you. I'm here to help you," you add as you rise to your feet, smiling sweetly at her.\n\n"Help me?" Now seeming more stunned than anything else, the woman's eyes follow you suspiciously as you move to stand in front of her.\n\n"A female guard abusing female prisoners in a not particularly titillating way isn't exactly going to make front-page news, is it? Still enough to make your life hard, I imagine," you continue, watching her expression sour, but just continuing to smile knowingly at her. "Your union's not going to fight for you particularly hard, they've got other, longer-employed, and more high profile members to defend. But what I'm interested in is how you were punishing those inmates who were sent to solitary... sleep deprivation, wasn't it?"\n\n"... It kept them tired and lethargic," Amy mutters after a moment, glancing away a little. "A little edgy too, less likely to talk back."\n\n"It made them restless, yes. Well, Amy, I'm here to offer you a chance to take power over even more rulebreaking, wicked young women." You can immediately see a flicker of interest in her eyes, so you press on. "How would you like to become a youma? My second in command, and help me track down, defeat, and punish a band of magical girls called the Sailor Senshi? And, after that of course, you can help me rule the world."\n\n"That's... crazy."\n\n"No dear, crazy is getting tied up in a bland but drawn-out legal battle where your employment is up in the air for months, until you're finally fired with cause and will have trouble finding work in fast food, let alone as a prison guard. Crazy is living the rest of your life like that, bored and dull and never feeling the thrill of turning misbehaving bitches into restless souls again."\n\nShe swallows hard... but her decision only takes a moment. "... Yeah. Yeah, okay. I'm in."\n\n"Good. Now, move that table out of the way, then take off your clothes. We're going to need some room."\n\nAmy blushes a bit, but nods and shoves the coffee table out of the way, clearing the center of the room before quickly stripping out of her clothes. Her body is unremarkable, broad and rather pudgy with smallish breasts and only a few hints of muscle tone, but she squares her shoulders proudly enough as she steps into the center of the room. Grinning, you raise your hands and begin chanting, calling up the energies to infuse into her and begin her transformation, the air around her glowing and lighting up with various runes. After a few moments the mortal woman cries out, body twitching and arching as she begins to change. She drops forward onto her hands, her arms and legs shifting in shape as her muscles and body expand, growing wider and thicker, nails pushing out into wicked claws as her fingers shorten into pawpads. Tawny fur begins to sprout over her body even as it takes a heavy, bulbous shape, her ass expanding and rounding out as her quartet of legs thicken, taking on the proportions of a hippo with the sleek muscle and fur of a lion, a tail pushing out from above her large ass and taking on the general shape of a lion's, though the bulge at the end is solid, the tip of it splitting open briefly to bare sharp teeth and a flicking forked tongue, even as the area below her hind legs bulges, filling out into a hefty leonine sheath and balls.\n\nThe woman's head stretches outward into a long, almost flat muzzle, skin taking on a pebbly green-grey look as eyes become beady and black, numberous teeth growing in that maw as well as a pair of long tusks. Even as her head becomes that of a crocodile, her neck thickens to the same broadness and then stretches out, sleeker scales of the same dark color covering it as it lengthens more and more, arching and winding through the air in serpentine fashion as its maw opens and it gives a powerful, almost thrumming hiss with enough bass in it to thrum through your chest. The broad, powerful hippo-lion body with its snakelike neck and crocodile head settles into being, the beast shifting its feet with heavy thuds that no doubt rattle the apartment below as it looks at you.\n\nThen the head raises up, neck twisting and arching like a snake readying to strike. But instead it changes again, the snakelike neck shifting, taking on the proportions and shape of a human torso, arms sprouting out from it and taking on shape and muscle, as other parts bulge out, the head shrinking back and once again taking on humanlike proportions. In seconds, rising from the hippo-lion lower body is a human torso, still broad-shouldered and wide-waisted, but now without a bit of fat on it, muscles toned and powerful, breasts easily the size of your head, the unremarkable hair replaced by a long plume of raptor feathers, the woman's face reshaped into something stark and harsh and beautiful as she gazes at you with black eyes.\n\n"My goddess," Ammitala rumbles, smiling to show off a mouthful of sharp teeth. \n\n"My faithful assistant," you coo, stepping forward to run your hands up her abs. "You've turned out perfectly, I'm so glad you're able to alter your shape as needed. That will be useful for our next step."\n\n"What step will that be, my lady?" Ammitala asks curiously, tilting her head, feathers rustling a bit.\n\n<hr>\n[[Building an army.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[Battling the senshi.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[Planning a downfall.|Femnubis]]

You really can't believe this is happening! Your parents have never cared about your, you know, social activities before, and you really don't see why they're making such a big deal out of this incident. It's not like anyone <i>died</i>! ... Permanently. Being flatlined for two minutes is seriously nothing, and really you're pretty sure that girl needed intensive psychiatric counseling seven days a week <i>anyway</i> so really you basically did her a favor. For some reason Mommy and Daddy don't see it that way despite you explaining it to them several times, and they've decided to send you to a farm. A <i>farm</i> of all places! Apparently some friend of a friend owns it, and she's offered to take you in for awhile and "straighten you out". Whatever, it's so lame, but apparently your parents are particularly set on this and there's not a lot you can do about it.\n\nSo, after a relatively short flight, you find yourself being driven through the middle of nowhere in a taxi. Ooo, horses! Er, you mean, meh, horses, who cares about horses, they probably smell. But that is so weird, just seeing horses milling around in fields. And cows too. Shouldn't the horses be in old-timey but well-lit barns being brushed by attractive, muscular men with no body hair and no visible scars or blemishes? And shouldn't the cows be in, y'know, hamburgers? It's all very unnatural, to your mind. The cab pulls onto a long, packed-dirt drive, and heads towards a fairly large house... well, at least you won't be living in some sort of falling-down shack, you try to console yourself as the taxi pulls up in front of the porch and the driver gets out to haul your bags out of the car.\n\nAs you're getting out as well, the front door opens and a woman around your mother's age saunters out. You suppose the only way she could get any more stereotypically 'cowgirl' would be if she was wearing daisy dukes instead of full jeans... she's got bright blue eyes, thick, wavy blonde hair with a cowboy hat perched atop it, strong shoulders and obviously toned arms shown by the rolled-up sleeves of her flannel shirt, which is also tied up under her (whoa those are big) breasts to show off her defined abs. The jeans hug her wide hips, full butt, and powerful thighs like spandex, but they're so battered and broken-in they move like it too (ew how old are those things doesn't she throw her clothes out once a year like a normal person?). She's even wearing actual cowboy boots, but they seem to be like <i>actual</i> cowboy boots instead of some shiny neuveau take on them ohemgee.\n\n"Well hey there, Layla," she drawls as she moves to help the taxi driver with the last of your suitcases, then pay him before turning back to you. "My name's Jasmine, but you'll refer to me as 'ma'am'. As in 'yes ma'am' and 'no ma'am'." Before you can snort at the very concept of that, she breezes right on with, "I talked with your parents, and they're paying to put you up here so that you can learn a few lessons about life that will hopefully break some of those unsavory habits of yours. Like some honest manual labor, obedience, and going to bed tired from having actually done something that day."\n\nYou bristle a little, but manage to rebut with, "Sounds like all that, uh, hard work would kind of cut into, y'know... my schoolwork?" Of course you couldn't really give a flip about your homework, but you've found 'it would affect my grades' is a really good excuse that always works on your parents. \n\n"From the sound of it, you and school are a bit of a bad combination at the moment," Jasmine drawls back, reaching out to poke your shoulder. "So for the first semester of the year at least, I'm going to tutor you here on the farm. If I see enough improvement in your attitude and you want to, maybe we'll enroll you in the local high school for the winter semester."\n\nYour eyes widen. You're going to be... <i>homeschooled</i>?! Doesn't she know what a low opinion people online have of homeschooling?! How will you bully, er, socialize with other teenagers if you're not in school with them?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Insult her.|MeanFarm1x1]]\n\n[[Brag on yourself.|MeanFarm2x1]]\n\n[[Just put up with it for now.|MeanFarm]]

Desperate, you bear down on the tentacle penetrating you, trying not to cry out at the way it intensifies the writhing inside you. Gritting your teeth, you try your hardest, and gross as it is, you do manage to force a lot of the mascot cum out of your ass.\n\nThe tentacle in your hole pauses for a moment, giving an almost confused wriggle. Then the whole mass reaches back up, turning you and placing you back on the catwalk. You sigh in relief, thinking it's going to let you go.\n\nInstead you're suddenly forced down onto your knees, another tentacle pushing against the back of your head to shove your cheek against the metal grating. Your wrists are drawn together behind your back, a single tentacle wrapping around both. Now in a face-down-ass-up position, the tentacle in your ass goes to work, writhing and thrusting, fucking your gooey hole with abandon. Once again you grit your teeth, your eyes rolling up in your head as it fucks you with a dexterity no simple cock ever could, and this time it's apparently deliberate, rather than trying to get at the gooey jizz lining your hole.\n\nIt pumps and writhes and squirms around inside you, until you go from moaning and yowling like a guy to squealing and mewling like a girl. At some point the tip of a second tentacle pushes in as well, and the two begin designing the most devious patterns to fuck you with, pumping in and out at opposite speeds, writhing around each other and literally drilling into you, undulating at completely different speeds and directions. Your cock just keeps spewing load after load all over the catwalk, all over your own face, until you look like you've been bukkaked by an entire football team, on field and off.\n\nYou have no clue how long it works you now pliant and loose little hole, but it has to be hours. Finally the tentacles release you and draw back, allowing you to drop bonelessly to the metal floor, your whole body twitching with aftershocks.\n\n"My my my. I've never seen the Dweller to <i>that</i> before."\n\nYou barely manage to turn your head and lift it to look at the speaker. It's a woman, in her late teens or early twenties. She's very pale, her dark hair cut short save for two long falls on either side of her face. She's got dark mascara and black lipstick, making her brilliant, pale blue eyes almost glow. The tight black shirt she's wearing is scooped low over and hugged tight against her large breasts, and her crushed-fabric dress swishes easily around her legs as she cocks one hip.\n\n"Still, quite a little show, I actually had to go have dinner at one point and the action was still going on when I got back. After that I doubt you'll ever return to a normal life, you're doomed to be a complete buttslut."\n\nShe pauses, then lifts her head slightly, tapping one black-painted fingernail lightly against her black-painted lips. "You know, I could <i>use</i> a new buttslut, come to think of it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HaroldHorse15xEnd]]

You've never had a problem moving as quickly and precisely as you've ever needed to so far... it seems unlikely this will be the one to truly challenge you there. Still, this guy seems supremely confident if he's just leaving out signs that point the way to where he lives, so he might be pretty tricky about trying to lure adventurers to their doom. Deciding to play it more safe than sorry on the trap complexity front, you slide the green potion back into your pouch and quaff the blue one after a quiet "Salud!"\n\nYou set to work, thoughts flowing freely, identifying each trap and the multiple layers of it as you work. About twenty minutes in, you disarm a rune... then swear as another one instantly begins a countdown. You do your best to hurry through the stages necessary to disarm it, but it's a short countdown and the process is intricate, and you see a bright flash of red right before it goes off.\n\nYour desperately-moving fingers twitch and still, going cold and then completely numb. In horror, you try to yank yourself back, but find that your entire body has gone stiff and immobile. "Oh crap," you murmur, only able to move your face, leaving you watching in wide-eyed horror as a line of grey color starts sweeping up your arms, along with that numbness. "Oh crap, oh shit!" you cry, trying futilely to pull away as the rough grey stone spreads to your chest and down, moving beneath your armor. You feel the cold wash of it move across your pussy and even inside your ass before those two go numb, your legs quickly following.\n\n"Oh shi-!" And then it's moved up your throat, silencing you, though your lips still move in exclamations and pleadings for a few moments before the stone covers your head, freezing your expression in one of fear and helplessness.\n\nOops.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGRogue7xEnd]]

Pft, what's the point of giving yourself near cheat-level stats if you're going to bother with silly shit like tactics and planning? Smirking, you march right up to the saloon-style door and announce yourself by kicking it in. "TIFA! HOLY FUCK!" you shout to announce yourself, stepping in and swinging the rifle around, looking for your target. You quickly enough spot Tifa across the room at the bar, looking at you in shock, and let autoaim take over, your finger already pulling the trigger.\n\nBut your overly exuberant entrance alerted more than just Tifa, and several of the nearby men seated at a table throw themselves at you, knocking you to the side. With the rifle going askew and Tifa starting to dodge, the crackling electromagnetic ball barely wings her shoulder, most of it send wobbling off course to strike the surface of the bar and dissipate. Snarling, you shove the men off of you, but more are trying to jump you now, enough of them grabbing for the rifle that they're actually able to yank it out of your hands. You knee one in the side and drive him off, swinging around to smack another in the jaw... and wind up doing little more than clearing the line of fire for the youngish redheaded man who aims the rifle at you and pulls the trigger.\n\n'I knew I should have made those things only work for the Bounty Hunters!' you curse internally at the thumping impact against your tits and the feeling of something tingly crawling up your skin and along your neck, sort of like a cross between goosebumps and ants. You give your head a shake and stagger back a little, thinking that you need to use the recall code to get out of here, but... wait, how did that go again? It's getting hard to think...\n\nYour eyes widen in realization, and horror sends a cold rush of water down your spine... before it's suddenly gone, warmed and washed away on a gentle breeze of feeling positive and optimistic. You feel stress bleeding out of your muscles as you lower your hands, smiling at the scowling and confused bar patrons and a blinking, also vaguely smiling Tifa. You just... feel really good. Like all the weight of thinking you were worthwhile or mattered in any way has been lifted off of your shoulders. \n\n"Who are you? What are you doing here?" one of the men demands of you.\n\n"Oh, I'm just a slut, I think," you reply airily, smiling at him and his shocked expression. "The most likely reason I came here is to suck cock and get fucked," you continue, completely retracting your suit, your huge tits wobbling free and your mostly-stiff prick jutting out in front of you. The crowd around you looks a mingling of aroused and a bit uncertain because of that meaty member, but you've little doubt they'll get over it and put you to the use you were intended. In fact, noticing one of them nearby sporting a rather obvious hardon, you kneel down in front of him and open up his pants. "Here, since this is all I'm good for, let me take care of it," you announce cheerfully, fishing out his stiff cock and starting to stroke it as you smile up at him.\n\nMost of the men are staring at you now, but then a lot of them glance over at Tifa nervously, obviously expecting her to have something to say about this. But it appears that while the full load of nanites didn't hit, at least enough did to cause a few behavioral changes, because she's already got her top pulled up to bare her own large, stiff-nippled tits, and is stroking off two men close to her, both of them moaning and trembling at what's no doubt a dream come true. "I don't know about 'all I'm good for', but I sure am in the mood to get fucked too," she announces with a smile, winking at the gawking crowd.\n\nOf course most of them quickly move to surround Tifa, unzipping and urging their own cocks towards her, even as they reach out to rub and squeeze her tits, tug up her skirt and do the same to her ass, one daring soul even pulling the crotch of her panties aside and sliding two fingers into her already dripping pussy. But with the clump around the barmaid quickly becoming a solid wall, more of the men overcome whatever trepidation they have about you being some unknown futanari villainess and approach you, cocks jutting towards your face in your kneeling position. You start stroking and pumping them with your hands, alternating between that and turning your head to suck at them, leaning in to lick at their balls, occasionally shaking your tits for them since obviously your tits are one of the only worthwhile things about you.\n\nOf course soon enough both you and Tifa are being bent over tables, the newly slutty martial artist moaning as one of the late teenagers in the bar pumps into her pussy and occasionally delivers a resounding spank to her ass, obviously taking out years of pent-up frustration at her unintentional cockteasing. You meanwhile are getting pounded by an older guy, his fingers sinking into your tits as he squeezes and kneads them, hard enough you can feel his wedding ring, his prick pistoning into your pucker and his balls slapping against your own, making you moan as he fucks you. "Nnnnh, thank you for using my hole since it's all I'm good for," you moan out, doing your best to thank him by bucking your hips back and getting him deeper inside. Soon enough he's groaning and spilling his load inside you, using you like the worthless cumdump that you are, pulling out only to be immediately replaced by another horny hard-up drunk who's no doubt only fucking you because he's too turned-on to wait for Tifa. 'It's only proper that I let them use me if they can't fuck the hole they really want to fuck,' you think with a long moan.\n\nThe trains being run on you and Tifa of course quickly dissolve into gangbangs, Tifa with a cock in each hole and eagerly working her hips up and down between them as she sucks off another, you with two dicks in your ass and another married man's balls in your mouth, moaning against his sack as your dick drips pre onto your belly. As the evening wears on and the liquor from the now-open bar flows, the sex only gets wilder and more eager, and the men more adventurous. At first it's one hesitantly reaching down to jerk you off as he uses your ass like a fleshlight, satisfying his curiosity by tugging and stroking you until you cum. And then it's a mouth closing around your prick while two other men are fucking your ass, tentatively licking and sucking the mingled pre and cum collected on your cockhead. But by the end of it you're balls-deep in that redheaded teenager's ass, the thrusts of an older redhead that must be his father driving you against him as he fucks your own tight rear hole, all three of you moaning and writhing as your balls slap together, your tits pressing against the son's back as the father spanks you and correctly calls you a worthless shemale whore.\n\nBy the end of it you're laying sprawled on the floor, naked and completely covered in cum. The men all gather around you, only half-hard cocks in their hands, sneering down at you as they start letting loose with a veritable thunderstorm of piss, hot and dark yellow from all the beer and booze. It rains down over your flopped prick, your balls, your six-pack stomach, your huge, heaving tits. Tifa even smirkingly directs the father and son pair's dicks with her hands, aiming them right into your open mouth, piss quickly filling it before you swallow and open wide again for them. If they want to use you as a toilet, it is of course one of the only things you're good for, you should be honored to receive their piss.\n<<set %capfail += 1>>\n<hr>\n[[Fade to black.|Capture-LossSelect]]

"One second," you murmur, then poke your head out of the door to explain to the others about your options, leaving out the bit about "company" and focusing on searching for clues.\n\n"Ain't nobody got time for that!" blusters Barret.\n\n"It is true, we probably don't have a lot of time to waste on searching around for clues," Cloud murmurs, giving the Mayor an annoyed look through the open door that says he's considering just shaking the old man until his keycard falls out.\n\nWhile that's not an unattractive prospect, considering his lecherous offer, you've come too far to have the whole building alerted now. Putting a hand on each of their arms to calm them down, you step back into the office and shut the door, then eye the cups, each one scrawled with a word in sharpie.\n\n[[Bomb|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Bind|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Blonde|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Boobs|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Blueberry|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Balloon|FFTLPlaceholder]]

"If we're serious about starting up a new species, obviously one of the first things we need is a homeworld," you muse as you turn and head for the bridge, Striped Trouble falling into step beside you, four sickle claws clicking in concert on the metal floors. "A place to actually populate, spread out, develop and refine our culture," you continue as the two of you enter the bridge. You hm softly as you move to the central station... the Raptarran hump-seats aren't <i>ideal</i> for a humanoid form, but they'll work just fine, no need to delay more important things replacing them. You straddle it as Striped Trouble moves to one of the nearby astrogation stations. "This ship may be powerful and impressive, but it's hardly where I want to start a family, let alone a race."\n\n"Hrrrrr, as if I'd want a bunch of genetic blasphemies running around inside me," RAIPE mutters in a very sulky 'sour grapes' tone.\n\n"We'll want somewhere far away from anywhere on the Raptarran conquest and scouting schedule, so that we have a few centuries to develop before the obsolete 'saurs come poking about and discover us," Striped Trouble says as he pulls up the holographic displays around him, clawed fingertips beginning to manipulate them. "... Ten is so much more useful," he murmurs under his breath, before continuing at full volume, "Luckily, this ship has an up-to-date list of all the projected scouting, intrusion, and conquest plans for the next 500 years or so. There's no reason they'd change those because of us, and they don't get changed that often anyway. Even if they do, we'd only get discovered at most a few decades sooner or later."\n\n"Alright, let's find a good one," you agree, grinning and bringing up the wormhole map, setting up a detour into some more misleading jumps that will still take you towards a 'hub' that you can use to get almost anywhere.\n\nIt takes about an hour, but eventually Striped Trouble trills softly to get your attention before sending a trio of hologaphic globes to your station. "These are the three I think have the most potential. None of them are due to get even looked at again for the next three centuries, at least. The first is a jungle world... no sentient inhabitants but a lot of flora and fauna diversity. Due to various gasses in the atmosphere, it's hot and tropical from pole to equator to pole... it's perfect for a species like us. In fact if it weren't so far from anything interesting, it probably would have become a Raptarran colony world already."\n\n"It says that there's a significant number of species that could be dangerous even to a Raptarran," you note, tapping at the little bio that came along with the image of the lush green planet.\n\n"True, but that's one of the thrilling things about it. Besides, we can do as we like... that includes not being too proud to use actual weapons and defenses against animals instead of just tooth and claw, trying to prove something. Still, you're right, there's a sufficient number of threats that we'd spend a lot of time dealing with them and have less to work on developing our new species and being ready when the old one finds us. The second planet is perhaps better for that." He has the second globe shift to the forefront of your display as he continues. "It's a little cooler than the average for a typical human-type world, so it wouldn't be particularly comfortable as far as climate goes anywhere... nowhere near enough to actually bother us, of course, just not as comfortable. The flora and fauna diversity and danger level is about the average too... some large predators, most smaller, the greatest number of species being insect life and none of that capable of actually endangering us. It's home to roughly a billion inhabitants scattered across the globe, a single species, none of its sects or races having yet reliably harnessed even electricity."\n\nYou bring up a picture of one of the inhabitants that was taken by the probe used to scan the system. It's a woman, largely human-looking, with slightly elfin ears and features that are faintly Asian but not quite. Her style of dress is modest without being completely puritan, but still doesn't hide her fairly large breasts... you wonder if all the females of this species are well-endowed or if the probe just picked one of the bigger ones to show as an example. Raptarrans do seem to like boobs, despite their own females not having any... and despite having given you little ones to start with.\n\n"That means it's unlikely the current 'tenants' would be any real problem for us," you muse. "In fact they're more of a natural resource, hm?"\n\n"Yeah, the low biodiversity and climate are the only real drawbacks. As far as material and biological resources go, the planet's a good one. And then there's the third option." He adjusts the last globe to your foreground. "High level of biological and climate diversity. Tons of resources and materials, including things that are found hardly anywhere else in the universe. Many, many different sentient species, most of them highly attractive to violate and breed with by Raptarran standards. Most of them are at a 'steel age' level of development."\n\n"It's not even that far outside of some of the other spaces they've conquered, why the hell is it marked as not even bothering to be checked in on for another half a millenium?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"It's a world where a lot of the natives can use 'magic'." At your glance, Striped Trouble shrugs. "Honestly, now that I have more of an outside perspective, I can admit this without a problem... to a certain extent, the Raptarrans are cowards. They won't try to conquer a planet or quadrant or species unless they are absolutely, totally 100% certain that they'll succeed. Obviously their pride and actual superiority means that they're that certain of almost everything, but magic is such a wild variable that we can't account for it. In some places it's powerful enough that some scrawny pubescent human can turn a Raptarran into a rabbit in less time than it would take our most advanced genetic serum to do the same, and do it from fifty feet away and with a spoken word. That sort of uncertainty is anathema to the Raptarran conquest forces, because if they tried it, there's an actual, quantifiable chance that they'd <i>lose</i>, which would throw all that certainty of absolute Raptarran supremacy right in the garbage. So they stick to safe bets like wormhole and warp-capable humanoids and leave planets like this alone, hoping for some near-cataclysmic event that would narrow the population enough to bring conquest back into the 'complete certainty' area."\n\n"Hunh." You rub your chin thoughtfully, clawtips lightly scratching over your hide. "So other than the fact that we'd likely go undisturbed for the longest time, why suggest going there?"\n\nStriped Trouble flashes you a wolfish, sharp-toothed grin. "Because fuck certainty, it sounds the most fun."\n\n... Yes, you have a very good mate. ♥ Ah, but decisions decisions. One is the most suited for living in and making lots of babies... ah, wait. "If it's only the two of us, can we really start a species?" you ask suddenly.\n\n"You're just thinking of that now?" Striped Trouble snorts. "No, it's not a problem. Raptarran genetics are naturally resistant to the genetic drift and compounding errors that many humanoid species have, and aggressively reject any genetic diseases from other races that mingle in via using them for breeding. Incest is not a problem, only timetable... for some reason, other than each other, it's pretty much only humanoids that we can use for breeding more of our own kind. So on the unpopulated world, our species will really have to come from just the two of us, and our offspring. The other two worlds would allow us to bring ourselves up to the level of a full species faster, by using the natives for breeding purposes... or, converting them like we converted ourselves, if we decided on it." He shrugs. "So don't worry about viability, our new species will be fine."\n\nHm, that's a relief. Obviously that means if you choose the jungle planet, you'll wind up breeding with your own children, and grandchildren, perhaps great-grandchildren, who knows. ... How delightfully wicked! Ahem. But anyway, looks like you have three choices. One comfortable and exciting, but unlikely to let your society advance as fast. One utterly 'middle of the road', a safe bet that will give your fledgling species the most chance to succeed with the least uncertainty... or thrill. And then there's a planet that sounds straight out of a fantasy RPG... a world of swords and sorcery, where all your ambitions and power could be fruitless in the face of one fireball cast by a cackling maniac in a leather bikini. But also the most exciting and thrilling place to begin, a true challenge to face with the science and biological power at your hands, a wealth of resources and powers even the Raptarrans don't have, and above all the most <i>interesting and exciting</i> planet to start with. Not only the most fun, but the place that would most prove your new species' dedication to doing what you want, when you want it, damn the torpedoes! ... Ah, which won't matter very much if you get fireballed before even pushing out one egg.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pick the jungle planet.|Stripe]]\n\n[[Pick the "safe" planet.|Stripe]]\n\n[[Pick the magic planet.|Stripe]]

"Mm, eliminating the uniforms seems like a really big step. Parents have paid for those uniforms already, plus they're a part of the school identity, and they help get students ready for professional workplace behavior," you counter after a moment's thought. "I think it's best that we keep them for now. We'll do some opinion polls of both parents and students, maybe the teachers too, to see what they think, then revisit the issue later."\n\n"I see." Ryoko raises one slender eyebrow just slightly, but brings her tablet back around and taps at it. "The next issue our Mistress wished to be addressed is school detentions. Currently, detentions are issued for any infraction of the school rules, and consist of the students sitting in a classroom while the teacher with detention duty that day reads one of several scripted lectures on proper behavior."\n\nYou can't help but make a little bit of a face. That sounds truly awful... it would certainly be punishment via boredom, but otherwise you can't see much good in it.\n\n"Now, the teachers like this system because only one of them has to attend to it, leaving the others free to do paperwork or go home, and the parents like it because they always know exactly when students with detention will get out and it has the appearance of discipline. Our Mistress, however, would prefer that detention be eliminated entirely. Perhaps replaced with mild scoldings, or to throw parents a bone, perhaps a 'demerit' system that actually has no teeth."\n\n<hr>\n[[Eliminate detention.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Well, if the teachers and parents already like it...|HelenJP6x2]]

"I don't know, if the teachers and parents like this system, it seems a shame to get rid of it, especially when both are likely to be unhappy with that. Besides, if it gives teachers more time to focus on the more important work of actually educating, it can't be that bad of a system." You put on the sort of smile you've seen other administrators use when they're making the best of a bad situation. "We'll take some time writing more interesting and sincere lectures instead. That should improve things a little."\n\n"I see." Ryoko just stares at you for a long moment, then turns her dark gaze back to her tablet. "The last item on our Mistress's agenda for today is the teaching staff. Many of them are old and mired in traditionalist ways, enforcing as much conformity as possible, and many of the younger teachers have followed their example. Our Mistress would really prefer that all of them be fired and replaced by an entirely new teaching staff... but, considering your previous aversion to such large upsets," she continues in a dry tone. "We could instead replace them more selectively, the teachers who are closest to retirement anyway or have the lowest class scores. That would be roughly a third of the teaching staff, so you would still see some of your dreaded parent upset... but not that much of it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Alright, replace some of the teachers.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[No, no, we can't!|HelenJP6x3]]

"I just think the first week of my being principal is too early for that kind of upset," you say firmly with a shake of your head. "I imagine some of those teachers taught our current students's parents... they might still have close ties with them. If some of them are close to retirement anyway, they might take it any time now, it's not so bad to wait it out. At least, let's revisit that option next month."\n\n"Yes. Next month," Ryoko answers rather coolly. "Well, I believe that's all for now, Patissier-san. I'll let you get back to work." She turns and strides out of the office, shutting your door behind her with a weirdly final-sounding click. Hm.\n\nStill, you do have a lot of work to do, so you get to it. You spend much of the morning going over records, denying various requests from the student body as not feasible due to funding or lacking support from the staff, that sort of thing. The afternoon is spent writing some new detention lectures, which you pass along to Ryoko, asking her to make copies and distribute them to the teachers to seek their approval on whether they're up to standard. She's silent the entire time, merely nodding and looking at you intently. Hm, is that her style of obeying authority? Mildly disconcerting, but you suppose you'll get used to it.\n\nYou return home relatively promptly at quitting time, ordering in dinner as usual and sitting down to write up some copy to accompany the upcoming opinion polls to the teachers and parents. However, shortly after you finish eating, you begin to feel intensely sleepy... it actually becomes something of a struggle to get up and make your way into the bedroom. You didn't think you were that tired from your day of work! You drop onto your bed fully-clothed and promptly pass out.\n\nWhen you come to, you find yourself laying on a cold, smooth metal floor, the chill seeping into your muscles since there's nothing between them and said floor but your skin. Alarmed but still feeling weak, you push yourself up and stare blearily around. It takes a few moments for things to come into focus, but once they do the first thing they focus on is Katsuko Kinomoto, standing there in one of her lovely little short kimonos, while next to her stands Ryoko, wearing a similar one in black and shades of grey, both of them looking down at you rather disdainfully.\n\n"I'm so disappointed in you," Katsuko intones gravely, a hand resting on her jutted-out hip as she shakes her head. "I thought you were someone who cared about your students and their education... but when given power, like so many others before you, you forgot <i>why</i> you were given power and focused only on keeping it by pleasing those you thought could take it from you, and ignoring those you believed were powerless before you. But you forgot the most important thing in this situation... <b>I</b> gave you power, not the parents, not the teachers, and now I'm taking it away."\n\n"What are you...?" you try to get out, only to have your arm seized by a cute woman in an attractive maid's uniform who steps in from behind you, grabbing your arm and pressing a pressure injector to your wrist. "Ow!" you yelp, more in shock than in pain at the sensation, rubbing the spot once the maid releases your hand. "What have you done? Why is-" You cut off with a gasp as you feel intense heat spreading out from the injection point, taking only seconds to make your entire body feel like it's made of molten metal. You drop forward onto your hands, breathing hard, huge tits wobbling beneath you and cock dangling down between your thighs.\n\n"An old project of a genetics research company I acquired," Katsuko explains dryly, watching with amusement as both your breasts and your dick start to shrink, your whole body seeming to gradually contract. "A misguided and, frankly, offensive one aimed at dealing with Japanese society's rejection of non-Japanese immigrant workers. It did, however, theoretically present a valuable jumping-off point for various other technologies, so I had it finished out... and in this case, the original thing has its uses as well, with some slight alterations."\n\nYour fingers curl against the metal floor as you let out a cry, the feeling of your whole body shifting and altering somewhere between incredibly painful and amazingly pleasurable, to the point that both have almost become the same thing. You can feel your tits and cock continuing to shrink away, your boobs getting smaller, firmer, and perkier with every moment, your dick simply getting tinier by the moment, even as your crotch puffs out and once again opens into a pussy. You can feel your muscles contracting, especially in your ass, the round curves of it and your thighs tugging taut and growing lighter and sleeker. Amidst it all you even notice your ponytail dangling down beside your head darkening, becoming first dishwater blonde, then brown, then a deep, lustrous black, growing down towards the floor and becoming thicker, eventually spilling out of the scrunchy as your hair hits the floor.\n\nEventually the feeling of your body changing tapers off, and soon the strange, intense heat fades as well, leaving you panting and dripping sweat onto the floor. You stare at your hands, which have become smaller and somewhat daintier, and are also a pale golden color rather than the soft pinkish beige you're used to. You raise your head to look up at Katsuko and Ryoko, both of them smirking at you, dark eyes glittering.\n\n"There's a mirror right there," Katsuko says genially, sweeping a hand to one side. "Take a look."\n\n<hr>\n[[Look in the mirror.|KyokoStart]]

Nope, there's just too much interesting stuff here, made all the more attractive to try touching because it's been forbidden. Besides, it's all just props, right? Most of it right out of novelty stores, it looks like.\n\nSitting on a simple wooden chair is a <b>rubber chicken</b>. You guess it'd be pretty difficult to have a clown without a rubber chicken, huh?\n\nThere's the <b>master switch</b> on one wall... y'know, the one the mad scientist always throws at the climactic point of his monstrous experiment? That one's particularly tempting, since you've seen it done in movies so many times.\n\nThere's a bunch of <b>balloons and helium tank</b> sitting off in the corner. Who doesn't love balloons?

"Yessir, I wanna be a little sissy bitch," you moan, shaking your hips in eagerness at the very thought. "I don't wanna be a straight boy anymore, I wanna be a gay little cock addict!"\n\n"Mmm, you heard 'im, Klydess," Shado chuckles, scooting aside and settling back, lightly stroking his cock as he watches.\n\n"Alright, you little cunt wannabe, get up on the bed on your belly, hips on the mattress but legs off," the big horse alien rumbles, standing up and stroking his own huge shaft, making you quiver with eagerness to feel it pounding into you and destroying your attraction to girls. \n\nOf course you immediately obey, settling into the position with your cock trapped between your belly and your ass presented upwards, toes barely brushing the floor. At Klydess's further urgings, you reach back, spreading your asscheeks and displaying your recently-fucked pucker, still darkened from Shado's knot and glistening from Shado's cum. "Please," you whine, wiggling your hips.\n\n"I'll get there, I'll get there," Klydess murmurs, obviously wanting to put on a bit of a show for his watching captain as he thumps that massive pole of an equine prick against you, the underside striking against your spread hole and making you shiver. "But first I wanna hear you beg me for a little while."\n\n"Please, please sir, fuck my little straight boy ass and turn me gay," you groan, shaking your hips enticingly again. "I want you to turn me into a cock-craving little bitch, I wanna be a mewling little cum dump who thinks only about cocks!"\n\n"Mmmm, y'know I ain't gonna just turn you into a gayboy, right?" the big horseman murmurs, sliding his cock back and forth along the cleft of your ass, letting his balls thump against your much smaller ones. "I'm basically gonna make you into a permanent little limp-dicked sissy... well, you're already a failure of a man compared to us, hm? May as well make it official, donchathink?"\n\n"Yeeesssss," you groan in humiliated, ecstatic pleasure as you feel his balls thump repeatedly against yours to emphasize the size disparity over and over again. "Yes, show me what a failure I am as a man, I don't wanna be a man anymore I wanna be a bitch, please please do it! Fuck me and turn me gay, do it, do it, please!"\n\nFinally seeming satisfied, Klydess pulls back and presses that flared head to your pucker. Despite so recently being stretched and thoroughly fucked by Shado's big canine cock, it's still a long, slow stretch, leaving you shuddering and rolling your eyes ready before even the head is inside, feeling him gradually push you open until the flare finally slips in and you arch into him, crying out, your voice already taking on a more feminine register. With every inch of him that pushes into you, you can feel more of your heterosexuality being destroyed, more of your manhood being crushed, your cock getting smaller and more limp. He just keeps going, your tongue lolling out and a mindless smile curling your lips as you have your last cockgasm with a few meager spurts of cum, and your first of many assgasms, your stretched hole quivering around the powerful masculine meat filling you up.\n\n"Yeaaaah, that's it, you feel it, doncha?" Klydess rumbles smugly as he gets closer and closer to hilting in you. "Aaaand theeere we goooo," he adds as he does just that, the base of his sheath pressing up against your wide-stretched pucker, the feel of it and of his balls once more pressing up against your now even smaller and more pathetic ones making you cum again, this time entirely from your ass. You start moaning and gasping even more whorishly than when Shado fucked you as he begins to thrust, pressing you against the bed with each powerful stroke of his hips. "You're basically turning into a woman, huh, bitch? Feel that ass getting all slick and soft and turning into a pussy, feel your cock turning into a limp little clit, like you were never a man at all, huh?"\n\n"Ohhhhh, oh fuck, oh fuck sir, fuck my pussy, fuck my little bitch cunt, breed me," you whimper eagerly, indeed feeling his pounding of your hole making it all the more yielding and soft and slick with every pump into it, as if it really were becoming more like a pussy. Your limp but sensitive little cock rubs against the sheets as he pounds you into the mattress, your lewd girlish moans and pleading for more filling the room almost as much as the lewd squelching of his dick into your naughty little hole. When he finally does use you like the cumdump you are, pouring in enough to bulge your belly up some, your eyes rolling up completely as you cum hard from your ass-pussy, body twitching and bucking. Eventually you moan softly in regret as you feel him sliding out of you, only for it to turn into a moan of joy as Shado easily slides in in his place and starts giving you the same wonderful, bestial fucking he gave you earlier.\n\n"Some do take to it more than others, swear this one even looks more like a girl than when he thought he was a man, Klydess," Shado grunts as he fucks away at your newly yielding and grasping ass. "Perkier rounder ass, sleeker body, think his hair mighta even gotten a bit longer."\n\n"He took to you real good too, Captain, maybe the little bitch is just like that," the horseman chuckles as he strokes himself.\n\nEventually you're laying splayed on the bed, panting and gasping, having been used several times, your limp little cock and balls coated in cum that's leaked out of your thoroughly-fucked ass. You try to focus back in on what the men are saying as you notice their more serious tones of voice.\n\n"Alright, fun aside, let's figure out the best way to take these two royals."\n\n"What, don't wanna just walk up on 'em and order 'em to suck yer cock before following you back to a holding cell on the ship?"\n\n"Eh, sometimes these royal brats have mental defenses and shit, that might just give 'em an opportunity to go running off. Besides, it gets boring as hell taking every other bounty like that, I wanna have a little fun besides the payday. Already got my balls emptied in the new piece here, wouldn't mind something plotty or a piece of action to get blood flowing to my brain too."\n\n<hr>\n[["..."|CySW]]\n\n[["... I have an idea..."|CySW]]

"Hey, she's in the clear as long as the bounty's paid, right?" you interject, Idara snapping her head around to look at you in surprise. \n\n"Aye?" the guard says, as if he can't possibly see where you're going with this.\n\nYou reach into the pouch to rummage for the money you felt earlier, only to find it practically sliding into your hand. You bring it out and count it... huh, exactly twenty gold coins. You lean down to show them to the guard, who seems vaguely stunned, but then reaches forward and takes them carefully with his gauntleted hand, dumping them into a pouch at his belt. "We good here?" you ask as you straighten up in the saddle.\n\n"Aye. Go on in, then, but have a care not to start any more trouble," he grumbles. Guy sure is sour for someone that gets to report such a nice take to his bosses (or, alternately, keep twenty gold). Kinda makes you wonder just why it seems like he would rather have arrested Idara. Either way, both of them step aside, and you and the rather stunned woman at your side urge your horses forward.\n\nInside, the city is fairly bustling. It looks pretty much like what you'd expect from some old middle ages town, if somewhat cleaner and more colorful than the real thing probably was. There are a lot of people about... some dressed expensively, others middle of the road, still others practically in rags. Some are obviously humans of various skin colors, while others have pointy ears, or animal ears, or even fur all over their bodies. Wow, it really is like a JRPG in here you muse as you and Idara move slowly down the middle of the street, still on horseback.\n\n"Ah, thank you for that, back there," she says after a moment. She stops her horse as you get onto a somewhat less crowded avenue, prompting you to pull up slightly ahead of her. "I... honestly expected you to leave me to deal with them on my own," she admits.\n\n"Would Ardesh have done that?" you can't help but ask.\n\nShe snorts, grinning ruefully. "Without thinking twice. I told you I never liked him." She pauses, then nods. "If you want to call us even now, I can't complain. Getting back into Landharbor cleared already gives me more opportunities than I had outside."\n\n<hr>\n[[Give her a few more gold and bid her goodbye.|EricMF]]\n\n[[You could still use her help.|EricMF1x5]]

"Listen, I could still use some help around here," you note. "So why don't we stick together for the time being? I've still got plenty of money..." You hope. "So we should be okay to start."\n\n"You..." She blinks, then frowns. "Well, to be honest, I'm not in much of a position to turn down a chance to make a little money, especially if it doesn't involve getting another bounty fine on my head. What did you have in mind?"\n\n<hr>\n[[She can be your assistant.|EricMF]]\n\n[[She can be your fellow adventurer.|EricMF1x6]]

You may not be a hardcore nerd, but even you can recognize when you've been pulled into a fantasy world. That most likely means that whatever you decide to do... whether it be trying to get back to Earth, or just making a living for yourself here... will involve fighting monsters and going on adventures. Unless you want to do that completely solo, you're going to need other fighters. You consider for a moment what sort of plan to offer, then nod. "Okay, how about this. For the next week or so while we're here, I'll take care of everything... our lodging, food, all that." Which you really hope you have enough money for, but you'll just have to wing it if you don't. "Once I figure out a plan to make us some good money, I'll take a little more than half the first treasure. But after that, we'll split it fifty-fifty."\n\n"You want me to go adventuring with you?" Idara frowns thoughtfully at that.\n\n"Ah, yeah... is that not something people do here?" you ask, trying not to let the full level of your nervousness show through.\n\n"It is, though they're usually considered half-suicidal vagabonds." She pauses, glances down at herself, then eyerolls. "Mm. Because I've so successfully avoided that thus far." She sighs, then nods. "Alright, very well then, Eric. I will go questing with you."\n\n"Great!" That actually does perk you up, and you grin brightly at her. She suddenly glances away, making you worried you've offended her, so you clear your throat. "So, hey, let's find a decent place to stay." Something tickles at your brain. ... Oh right, bathing facilities in inns during this time are probably limited. They'd have like bath houses or something, right? "Actually first let's find a bath house. Y'know, for me," you hurry to add as she snaps her head back towards you and eyes you as if suspecting an insult.\n\n"... Mm. Very well, there is a... nice one this way," she says, pointing down the street. "... I've never been inside myself, which is why I assume it's nice."\n\nThe two of you soon approach a rather Roman-style building, at least you assume that from the columns and white stone and wide steps outside. There's a place to tie up the horses, and once that's done both of you head inside. There's a decent-sized lobby area with a lot of benches, with some people lingering about, either waiting for someone and something before going in, or, to judge by their flushed skin and satisfied airs, simply relaxing a bit before leaving. Behind a long marble counter is a girl with rabbit ears poking up from the top of her head, and a truly impressive pair of tits barely covered by her toga-like garment.\n\n"Welcome to the Garden of Refreshment!" she chirps, smiling brightly despite her nose wrinkling a little bit, probably in response to one or both of you. "Will you be enjoying what we have to offer today?"\n\n"Ah, yeah." You step up to the counter, resting a hand on it and trying not to stare at either what's above or below her head. "Two, please."\n\n"Heheh, we only have segregated bathing here, sir, so that's what I assume you mean," the counter girl replies with a saucy wink. You hope Idara doesn't notice how much you blush. "Alright, sir, we have our basic package, our deluxe care package..." She lowers her voice to a sensual coo as she leans forward, in a motion obviously designed to make those big boobs of hers wobble and practically fall out of her pseudotoga. "And of course, for the male customers we have our 'special service' package."\n\nUm. Wow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Lead me not into temptation!|EricMF1x7]]\n\n[[Yes Special Service absolutely yes 100%.|EricMF]]

"Um. Thank you, sir," you try, deciding the respectful approach might be best at this point. \n\n"There y'go!" Herschel chirps cheerfully, scooping his hands under your arms to lift you up and set you back on the changing table. You don't find yourself paralyzed this time, but you decide to stay mostly so as Herschel goes through the process of pulling out a diaper-like garment covered in cartoon robots. He brings your legs together and lifts your ass, sliding it into place before lowering you onto it and swinging your legs wide again to bring it up and fasten it. It still looks pretty much like the old diaper, just with the robots on it... maybe a little thinner and very slightly less noisy as you move. He also brings out a baby blue t-shirt with a fluffy lamb on the front of it and helps you with putting it on. You sigh as he picks you up to carry you again, but suppose any slight improvement is better than none.\n\nHerschel carries you into another room and sets you down. This one is filled with sized-up toddler furniture and toys, including some more of those oversized plush toys, several teddy bears, a giraffe, and an elephant. Except you notice that several of these have either plush cocks attached to them or jutting rubber dildos in the same place. If that's what the toys laying around are like, you have to wonder what's in the colorful toy chest up against one wall. Herschel sets you down in roughly the center of the room. "Now you have fun! I'll be back after m'shift's over!" He turns and heads back out, closing the door behind him.\n\nYou glance around. The room is, as noted, filled with toddler-level toys, some of them sized up for you, the perverted plushies, and the toy chest. There's also the door Herschel left through, and another door in a different wall, this one reading 'Group Play Room' in colorful rounded letters. You seem to have been left unsupervised... but then, it's not as if you're an actual baby.\n\nSo... what now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. You're in a perverted playroom. Time for some perverted play!|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[Check out the group play room.|HaroldHorse18x5]]\n\n[[Try to escape.|HaroldHorse]]

Deciding you can't take another night exactly like the last one, you attempt to nod and find that you can. "Glad t'hear it!" Herschel chirps, lifting you up off the changing table. He turns and shifts you to lower you onto your hands and knees, your muscles automatically adjusting to take your weight as you're no longer paralyzed. Herschel moves over to sit on one of the beanbags the room is equipped with and settles on it, sitting back and spreading his legs, his cock jutting up into the air. "Well, get on over here and prove it!"\n\nThe implication isn't exactly lost on you. Still, you had a sense it would be something like this. You start crawling over to the mascot, your limp cock swaying between your legs as you move, though it's quickly stiffening up again with the paralyzing effect of the table gone. By the time you arrive at Herschel, it's jutting at an angle below your belly. Herschel reaches forward to grasp the pacifier and pop it out of your mouth as you look up at him, and you shift your jaw a little at having it out for the first time in awhile. But you know what you're here to do and lean forward, dragging your tongue up the underside of the massive fake equine dong. There's the faint taste of cherries... must be from the baby wipes. You don't have any experience with this, but you've seen porn, so you at least have a general idea, licking up the sides and shaft of the cock again and again, that goofy, grinning mascot head just looking down at you with the exact same expression as you do, making a few rather goofy moans and encouraging noises. You even duck down and lick at the big round molded foam rubber balls, finding them stiff and unyielding, but producing a few moans as you lick them.\n\nStill, after awhile of licking and no sign of it ending, you realize what you'll have to do. You lick your way up to the tip, then take a deep breath as you press your mouth to the tip and then start pushing forward. You're surprised by how easy it is to push your mouth down over the thick thing, but then it did slide into your ass surprisingly easily, too. Despite it being your first time, the mascot's prick slides down your throat almost effortlessly as you push yourself down. Herschel moans lowly, then reaches over to turn on a nearby radio almost as if having had an afterthought. Chirpy toddler-age music starts issuing forward as your throat bulges with the equine cock flare sliding down it... well, that's just great.\n\nYou just keep going though, until your lips press against the brown foam rubber sheath at the bottom of Herschel's cock, amazed at being able to do this, your throat squeezing and swalloing around the whole length. You raise back up, then slip back down, sucking on about half of the thing at a go, letting that much slide in and out of your mouth. Eventually Herschel rises up, his big toon-gloved hands gripping the sides of your head to guide you fully back up onto all fours, his legs bent so he can start fucking your face while some chirpy song about a bay where watermelons grow issues from the pink and pastel blue radio. Giving in to temptation, you reach down with one hand and start jerking your stiff cock, moaning around the foam rubber cock pumping into your throat. Herschel reaches forward, stroking and rubbing over your trim bare ass as he thrusts into your mouth, his stiff foam rubber balls occasionally thumping against your chin.\n\nFinally you feel him thrust forward and hold it there as he gives a goofy almost laughing moan, a hot feeling filling your belly as he apparently cums in you. Part of you is surprised that you're not having any trouble breathing as he just stays there for longer and longer, but most of your brain is concerned with your orgasm, your eyes rolled up towards that silly mascot face as you spurt long ropes of milky cum across the anti-stain carpet. Eventually, Herschel pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaving it swaying above your head as he stands up. "Now there's a good kiddo! Now, what do you say we get you dressed up and take you to a playroom for the day?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Thank you, sir.|HaroldHorse18x4]]\n\n[[Thank you, daddy.|HaroldHorse19x1]]

Swallowing hard, you raise the sword and set your feet, resolving to do your best in the attack to come. As the two obvious bandits approach, they leap from their steeds, leaving the horses to settle into a walk as they race forward instead, shouting as they bring up their own weapons. \n\n'Buffoons, they'd probably have won if they stayed mounted.' Which seems like a weird thought for you to have, you're not sure you've ever called anyone a 'buffoon' in your life, but you also can't argue with it... mostly you're just glad you don't actually have to fight two people chopping at you from mobile high ground! They rush in and the man takes a swing at you with his axe, and you swing your own sword up mostly because, well, it's what you've got and you don't want to be hit by an axe. But surprisingly you hit it at just the right angle to turn the blow away and send him staggering a bit to the side of you, deflecting him completely for the moment. But the woman's right behind, shouting again as she stabs at you with her sword... which you knock wide of yourself by swinging your own blade back down, knocking hers askance, one of your feet snapping up as if by reflex to kick her in the stomach and send her flailing back.\n\nYou... actually seem to be holding your own. Every time they come at you, all it takes is putting your body into motion to meet them, and you keep knocking their attacks away or turning them back. It's half like your body has its own reflexes and the rest is a bit like the sword's moving itself with your motions to make your blows more effective. 'You can't defend all day, they'll eventually get in a lucky hit if you don't go on the offensive,' you(?) muse internally. Whatever's going on, that makes sense... you can't just keep defending until they both get tired, or you're likely to get tired twice as fast! You need to take them out... or maybe taking one of them out would make the other see reason! But do you really have to kill anybody...?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Kill them both.|EricMF2x1]]\n\n[[Kill the man.|EricMF1x2]]\n\n[[Kill the woman.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Just injure them both.|EricMF]]

"You're a complete psycho!" you shout. Or rather try to. It just comes out as a muffled bunch of incoherent syllables around the pacifier. Still, your tone seems to come across pretty well, since you stomp your foot along with it and try to charge past him and get out the door.\n\nUnfortunately Herschel is way more fast and dextrous than anyone in a bulky mascot costume has any right to be, and he easily bends and scoops an arm around your middle, lifting you up off the ground as if you weighed almost nothing. You kick and flail madly for a few moments as he turns and carries you out of the room, but soon find yourself going as limp as a ragdoll, just like before. You slump bonelessly in the mascot's grip as he carries you down the hall and back into the changing room you saw earlier. You have a fairly good idea what's coming, but still flush furiously as he sets you back on the changing table and tugs your shoes and socks off. As expected, your jeans follow, tugged off with a few crinkling noises as the denim slides over the plastic of your diaper, but this time he also lifts you up and pulls your shirts off, dropping them into a garbage pail located next to the table, which you catch a glimpse of the rest of your clothes in before he lowers you back onto the table.\n\nThen those big-gloved hands go to work undoing your diaper, revealing your gone-limp dick and lifting your trim teenage ass off the table to slide the diaper out of the way and drop it into the bin, replacing it with a fresh one. More crinkling noises and once again the odd feeling of that absorbant inner lining against your ass and dick as it's fastened into place. Herschel picks you up and, this time wearing nothing but the diaper, you're again carried out of the changing room. But rather than taking you back to the Time Out room, he carries you into another one that's made up in more typical fashion for a nursery, though as expected some of the accoutrements are very much sized up, including a crib that's even larger than expected. He moves over to it and swings one of the tall sides down, before setting your limp, helpless form on the padded plastic mat inside. "Maybe you're so grumpy 'cause you're tired. Once baby has a nap, we'll see how he's feeling," the yokel mascot pronounces as he swings the bars of the crib back up and then turns to trot out, flicking off the light as he goes, leaving the room dimly lit by a leering clown nightlight plugged into one socket.\n\nYou lay humiliated on the mat of the crib for a minute or two before you can feel yourself able to move. Scrambling up to your feet, feeling the cushy plastic mat sink under your weight, you take a quick look around. There's not much in the crib, pretty much just you and an oversized pink teddy bear that's probably slightly bigger than you are. The whole thing is the size of a small room all to itself, and even stretching your hands up and standing on tiptoe won't let you even come close to grasping the top rail of the crib's side. You grab the bars and try to haul yourself up, but your hands and feet slide down the slick blue plastic as if it were lubed up. After spending some time stretching, jumping, and trying to climb, you finally admit defeat and flump back to lay down on the mat again, huffing around the pacifier.\n\nThe mat is oddly comfy, even if the slick feel of it does remind you it's probably meant not to soak up liquids, which just reminds you that you've been diapered, as if the quiet sound of plastic moving didn't do that every time you moved, or the feel of it padding your ass and hugged around your waist. Above the crib is a mobile bearing small likenesses of the various mascots, including the well-endowed cow lady. As perhaps the ultimate humiliation, you can feel yourself starting to get turned on again. Maybe it's the unique feel of the diaper against your cock and balls, maybe it's being practically naked and alone in a strange place, but whatever it is your shaft is soon achingly hard, pressing against the inside of the disposable diaper enough to make a bulge in the front.\n\nMore as a test than anything else, you slide a hand down and spend a few moments experimentally tugging and wiggling at it. Any attempts to push it down or pull open the tabs meet with failure, your hands refusing to even move when they make the motions. But you can manage to slip a thumb under the waistband and find that it stretches some when you do so... it looks like you could theoretically at least get a hand inside. Without really thinking, you squeeze the bulge of your cock through the diaper, your muffled moan overlapping with the sound of the thin plastic covering as the inner layer presses around your aching hardon.\n\nShould you really jerk off in this insane situation, though? Wouldn't that be sort of... giving in to the craziness?\n\n<hr>\n[[Who cares, do it.|HaroldHorse18x2]]\n\n[[No way, resist the urge.|HaroldHorse]]

"How about for right now, we call a truce? You don't try to kill me, and I won't kill you." You step back a little, frowning. You've got a lot of questions about what exactly is going on, but she doesn't really look like she has a lot of answers. Heck, she looks half-starved. "Why did you attack me, anyway?"\n\n"You looked like a rich merchant from far off," she grumbles, slowly sitting up from her sprawl. "Ardesh thought you'd be an easy mark, some aristocrat who wandered off from his bodyguards and got lost. He always was an idiot."\n\nYou can't help but glance towards the corpse, feeling just a little bad for him that he's dead and being trash-talked by his own sister. Well, half-sister. 'Who is absolutely right.' Okay you're going to have to address that at some point too, but not now. "So it wasn't personal or anything, you weren't looking for me specifically?"\n\n"Well it wasn't personal." Her own eyes wander towards Ardesh's body, then back to you, her lips curling in a sheepish grin as she sees your eyes narrow. "Still not personal! His own fault!"\n\n"... Alright, well. If all you want is money..." Wait, do you have any money? Especially money for this place? 'Yes.' ... Okay, creepy but handy. "Then let's make a deal. Show me the way to a city or something, and I'll give you some."\n\n"I... are you asking me to be your <i>guide</i>, after all this?!" she says, staring.\n\n"I'm, uh... not from around here," you mutter, trying not to let how overwhelming that understatement is. "And I might actually be a little lost. So look, I know it's weird, but let's try and put this behind us, alright? You show me the way to the city, I'll give you some gold, and we'll call it all square, how's that?"\n\n"... I suppose I can't argue with the fairness of it," she says slowly. She blinks a little when you lower your sword and offer her your hand instead, but after a moment she grips it and pulls herself to her feet. "I'm Idara," she adds after a moment.\n\n'Nice to meet you' doesn't seem to really fit, so you just respond with "I'm Eric." You find a pouch on the side of one of your belts towards the back that has some cloths in it (and you think you bump against what feels like coins when you take one out, so there's a relief), and wipe the blood off your sword before sheathing it. You watch a little warily as Idara retrieves her own sword and just shoves it through her belt before moving over to her brother's body. She yanks off the little necklace he's wearing, then heads for her horse where it's standing cropping grass. "Uh... did you want to bury him, or...?"\n\n"No point, that's not what we do," she grunts as she swings into the saddle. "Besides, he decided on the course of action that would turn him into meat for the crows, let him ride it out."\n\nYikes. Pragmatic but a little scary, you get the sense she's not much for sentiment. You wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing? Maybe they really just weren't that close after all. You make your way over to the other horse and find that mounting up is just as easy as swordfighting. Soon the two of you are riding at an even pace down the road, scenery passing by in a fairly dull routine. You have a lot of questions... but can't quite figure out how to strike up a conversation with Idara, considering... everything. You don't seem to be having any particularly loud thoughts anymore either, so it's sort of hard to pursue that line of inquiry. So you ride along in silence, just the jingling of bits and pieces of armor and saddles, the huffing and grunting of horses, and the thump of hooves on the earth marking the journey.\n\nAfter some time, you see something coming over the horizon... city walls, you think? It's some sort of blue stone, you think, slightly curved, meandering off for quite a distance on either side of the road. Must be a pretty big city. As the two of you approach the gate, the two fully armored guards move to stand in front of you, shifting their longspears slightly. "What business have you in Landharbor?" one of them demands.\n\n"Just coming through for food and a stay," Idara replies stiffly.\n\nBefore you can back up her story, the other guard speaks up. "Hey, I know you... you were in a brawl in the Blind Goat three weeks ago! You've got an outstanding bounty of twenty gold on you!"\n\n"Twenty gold?! Ou-outrageous!" she splutters.\n\n"Double the fine for evading charges! Pay up or we'll clap you in irons here and now, girl!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave her and go inside.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Pay her fine for her.|EricMF1x4]]\n\n[[Pay her twenty-one gold for her help and go inside.|EricMF]]

What you'd been missing earlier clicks. When you first got here, you were holding the sword the entire time those thoughts kept popping up. After that, you'd sheathed it, and only ever touched its sheath or the belt, not the sword itself. "Ah... sorry," you say out loud, sinking to sit on the bench while still holding the grip. "... I sort of don't know what's going on."\n\n'Yes, I know. The only way I can communicate with you is by being inside your head, so I'm pretty up to speed on these things. Don't worry, I don't go picking around willy-nilly,' the your-mental-voice-but-not adds as you start a little. 'I've just gotten enough from surface thoughts that I know what's happened.'\n\n"So, do you..." You pause, then deliberately think, <i>So do you know what's happened to me?</i>\n\n'Not specifically. There are times where gods or demons or even mortal forces can summon people from other worlds into this one, in order to accomplish some agenda of theirs. That could be what happened to you... but if you're asking who exactly did it and how, I don't have a clue.'\n\n<i>Are you saying I'm some Chosen One? That only I can-</i>\n\n'Don't be stupid.' You get the distinct impression of a derisive snort on the end of that. 'And put your clothes on, we can discuss this when you're not unsheathed.'\n\nBlushing a little, you redress, luckily easily figuring out how to fasten all of the odd armor bits and decorations back on. Settling your hand on the pommel of the sword in a way you hope looks casual, you listen to the internal voice as you walk back through the halls.\n\n'While ideally they'd want a mortal from another world with special skills or knowledge, that's not necessary to their plan at all, usually... especially since summoning is so random. No, what they want is your fate, or rather, your lack of it. Any line of fate you had was severed once you're brought to this world, as is the fate of the body you're summoned into... though no one knows for sure, a lot of people suspect they swap places. That means you're the ultimate wild card in the game the higher forces are playing with each other... you're a piece that can move however many spaces and in whatever direction it wants, while the others are stuck following their own movement rules.'\n\nYou frown thoughtfully. <i>I don't quite get that. If you're saying it's like chess but I'm a piece that can break the rules... either I could go right to the 'king' and win automatically without anyone getting in my way, or it doesn't matter what I do because everyone else just keeps playing the game like normal.</i>\n\n'I appreciate you trying to follow the metaphor, kid, but don't get so caught up in the chess thing. Think of yourself more like a virus. A chaos virus.' You can almost hear a chuckle in your head at your startlement. 'Because the more you interact with other people, the more you knock them out of their own little fated paths. Bump into them once or twice, you might just nudge them a little in a new direction. Keep bumping into them, it might send them on a whole new course. And of course, keep them close by you, and eventually they won't be playing by the rules either.'\n\nYou consider that, then feel a little fear go through you. <i>Hey, uh... sword...</i>\n\n'Kaziel. My name's Kaziel. And no, you won't hurt Idara by adventuring with her, any more than she was likely to get hurt before anyway. She wasn't exactly on a good path of fate before as it was... she can't be much worse off by going off the rails. Hey, trust me,' Kaziel adds, obviously sensing your uncertainty. 'I'm bound to see to the betterment of my owner. I don't give bad advice or bullshit you. And while it was a hell of a gamble to start off, kid...'\n\nYou stop in the lobby, glancing around for Idara. Then you stare as someone starts walking towards you, and you realize your eyes passed right over her at least once. It's not that there's such a huge change, but... her tangled, matted hair has been washed and brushed out until it's thick and straight down her back, with two long braids that drape over her shoulders. Her dark caramel-colored skin is almost glowing with the warmth of the bath and being cleaned of all the thickly-smudged dirt that had been coating practically every inch of it before. Though her leathers are still tattered and worn, it looks like someone's cleaned them and patched them up as much as possible in the time available, to make them more presentable if not more combat-worthy. She stops in front of you, smelling faintly of flowers and cinnamon, then shifts a little back and forth on her feet. "... What?" \n\n"Ah, n-nothing, you just... look like you enjoyed your bath," you answer, grinning sheepishly.\n\n'... I think she's going to be for your betterment. We've gotta work on your social skills, though.'\n\n<i>Yeah, okay, good luck,</i> you think a little sourly as Idara suddenly looks away again, though you're answered with a sort of mental sigh and the sense of an adult dealing with a kid who just can't get it. Flushing even more in annoyance, you slip your hand to rest on the sheath instead, the feeling disappearing. \n\nThe two of you head outside and remount your horses. Apparently most of the inns Idara's familiar with were 'rat traps', but she says she asked someone inside for a low-priced suggestion. "Which means it's probably still expensive, but it's what people who bathe at that place often think is affordable," she says with a snort.\n\nThe inn does seem pretty nice when you get there, with someone coming out to take your horses and indicate where you should go inside. The innkeeper is apparently an older man, who mostly looks surprised when you say you want two rooms, but tells you the price for a week's rent and shows you upstairs. The room's pretty simple, but looks clean and comfortable enough... a single bed, a small dresser with a basin and pitcher on it, and a chair. That's pretty much it, but you guess you don't exactly need a desk and the wifi password do you? Idara hesitates briefly at the door to her room, then simply clears her throat. "I'll... see you downstairs for dinner, he said it was in about an hour." Then she disappears inside.\n\nSighing, you sit down on the edge of the bed, resting your hand on the pommel of your sword again. "I don't think she can stand to look at me because I killed her brother," you murmur aloud, keeping your voice down so that it hopefully won't carry through the wall.\n\nA mental snort. 'Don't be a complete fool. She wants you.'\n\n"... Oh c'mon. We've known each other like a day and the first thing I did was kill a member of her family!"\n\n'In fair, upright combat. And he apparently got them into that situation to start with. I've been around awhile, I think she means it when she says she's at peace with it. If you'd handled things more poorly directly afterwards, she might have held a grudge, but I don't think she's someone who's seen a lot of kindness in life. She'd probably be quite willing if you went to her room now and got a bit forward.'\n\n"You're putting me on."\n\n'I told you I wouldn't do something that's not in your best interest. Though, that said, I should add a minor warning.' You blink and glance down at the sword as Kaziel continues. 'I can tell you haven't had a lot of love and affection going for you in your own life, kid. Two people like that who find each other and come together in a particularly hectic time in their lives... you'll wind up clinging. In fact, fair chance you won't want to risk anything. You're both young, fit, and there's enough money in that pouch for you to buy a little shop with an apartment over it and live the rest of your lives quietly in this city. And I have a hunch that's exactly what you'd wind up doing. Call it informed guesswork from many, many years of being passed from adventurer to adventurer.'\n\n"... I..." The thought of settling down to start a family seems like such an alien concept... and yet you can feel your face heat and your mouth curl a little. "I mean... would that be so bad?"\n\n'No, which is why I'm not advising against it. But be careful, kid. You never know what kind of regrets you might have, cutting your story short after the prologue. Too... you're not bound by fate right now. Doesn't mean that whoever set the plot in motion won't try and still get theirs somehow.'\n\nThat's... sort of a lot to think about, all attached to the idea of going next door and... well, at the very least kissing the attractive woman who supposedly has the hots for you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go next door.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Stay put.|EricMF]]

Whatever little bit of your brain snapped seems to have well and truly taken off all limiters, since you find yourself moving completely behind the powerful, dangerous, sharp-clawed, steel-toothed demon and stepping in close. You can see its rubbery-looking black pucker below its rather stubby tail, which has lifted high anyway with its intent on fucking Maya. You squat and press the blunt tip of your own cock into its pucker, the beast barely even hesitating as its own thrusts bump it back against you. Then you're grabbing its haunches and thrusting forward, burying yourself inside the demon dog's ass.\n\nYou groan loudly, your eyes rolling. It's so hot, and gripping, and smooth, but most of all <i>hot</i>! You finally see what all those guys in pervy comics were talking about when they said "it feels like my dick is melting" as if it were a good thing! You begin pumping away into the hellhound with just as much abandon as the beast is pounding into Maya, though it only takes a few thrusts before you're shoving forward and painting the inside of the unearthly animal's asshole with a load of human cum. At roughly the same time you can hear Maya giving a rather animalistic howl of her own, overlaid by the demon dog's very real howl as it apparently thrusts forward and knots inside her.\n\nPanting and gasping, you stay as you are for a moment, before you begin thrusting and pumping, fucking into the devil dog's ass again, churning up the thick load of cum you already dumped into its ass and making it feel even hotter inside, somehow. You run your hands over its back and sides, feeling the incredibly powerful muscles beneath the sleek fur. You lean forward, reaching down to fondle the beast's balls as your own slap against them, or tease Maya's pussylips and clit where the hellhound's cock is buried inside them. Every so often you moan and gasp as you pump another outpouring of jizz into the dog's ass.\n\nBy the time you feel the hellhound starting to shift and back up, apparently intending to unknot from Maya, you've cum inside it three more times. You pull backwards and thud down to sit on the floor and lean back against the bed, your half-hard, cum-smeared cock flopped in front of you and dripping. You see that Maya's belly has bloated with the load (or maybe loads) the hellhound has poured into her, making her look almost full-term pregnant. Its knot stretches her pussy out again, making her shudder and slump to the floor as the beast's dig finally pops out and slides free amidst a waterfall of white that hits the floor and starts making a small pond of demon cum.\n\nYour heart is hammering in your chest as the beast turns towards you, fixing its solid red eyes on your face... before it booms, "The pact is sealed, you are my Alpha. I acknowledge your dominance. What would you bid of me?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... I want Maya as a sex slave."|QOBook]]\n\n[["... I want power."|QOBook]]\n\n[["... I want a blowjob."|QOBook]]

You've no desire to justify Nanako's assessment of you as a "weirdo pervert foreigner", even if the chances of her finding out seem fairly slim. Best to focus on looking for a new cellphone plan and maybe see about getting cable or satellite television, since you don't want to keep using the roaming of your own plan. (Mrs. Andrews set you up with a cellular internet stick but you don't want to rely on her firm's generosity forever.) You scoot around a bit at the table to put your back firmly to the balcony window, and resume your internet browsing.\n\nYou poke around for awhile, and eventually glance at the clock again. 7:10. Still awhile before you'll be able to take your own bath. Although... Motoko did suggest that you were free to come down and bathe during her time slot. The implication being that she wouldn't mind at all if the two of you wound up in the hot springs together. ... Was she serious? Did she mean it? Was it a come-on, or just an offer to give up her slot to be generous? Or that she expects the two of you to share it platonically? ... Does she think you're gay?! \n\nYou give your head a shake again. Motoko, or just her actions, seem to have you doing that a lot. Still... 'if you get impatient around 7:30 or so'... she was pretty clear. Unless it was teasing. Or some sort of trap. Or... gah, girls are difficult!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go down now.|Austin]]\n\n[[Wait.|Austin2x6]]

"I guess I've always wanted a dog?" you answer, trying to go for quippy and cool, and winding up sounding uncertain and a little sad. Dammit.\n\n"Heh, okay, one dog from the depths coming up. Let's see..." Maya gets to her feet and strikes a bit of a pose, holding the book with one hand and thrusting the other out. Uncertain of why but feeling like it's the thing to do, you stand as well and step back a bit. Maya opens her mouth, pauses, then glances at you. "At least this one's just a short chant, even if it is weird gibberish."\n\n"That's good." The faster to get this over with.\n\nMaya clears her throat, then resumes her dramatic pose. "Keja sa dra ghud! E haat dra ghud! Ghud so pedlr rumac!"\n\nWhat happens next is so fast that you barely even have time to change expressions. Black mist forms in the space behind Maya, rapidly coalescing into a quadruped shape, a broad, thick body with powerful legs, sleek black fur, a long muzzle, horns curling from the sides of its head and over its ears before jutting forward again, and a massive, pointed-tip, black-veined cock swaying beneath its belly. Practically before it's done forming, the Hellhound leaps forward, dark steel teeth and gleaming black horns lashing out and twisting, Maya yelping as her clothes are torn apart, practically shredded from collar to hips, baring her tits and pussy to your full view for just a moment before the demon dog is bowling her over and knocking her onto all fours with itself above her. Maya cries out as that immense canine cock almost instantly finds her entrance and thrusts inside her before the beast begins pounding away, huffing and panting small gouts of flame from its mouth as it rapes her.\n\nYou stand there in shock, finally blinking. In only the few seconds since Maya completed the ritual, everything has gone from a lazy summer day to watching your childhood friend roll her eyes and grit her teeth as a demon animal from Hell slamfucks her pussy in front of you. What do you do?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack the hellhound!|QOBook]]\n\n[[Go for the book!|QOBook]]\n\n[[Run!|QOBook]]\n\n[[Jerk off.|QOBook11x2]]

"To be honest I haven't made any particular plans for this place," you admit. "All I know is that my great-uncle said he wanted to make sure all of you could continue to stay, and that this place was mine if I wanted it. So for the time being I'm mostly going to try to keep a roof over our heads and focus on attending college. I probably won't make any other decisions until I either finish school or something else comes up."\n\n"... Hmph!" With that, Nanako leaps to her feet and goes storming off... until she hits the stairs, which she finds it rather difficult to storm on, and winds up going more quickly than her huffy pace would obviously prefer.\n\n"That seems very sensible to me," Shizue says quietly, then gives a soft 'oh'. "Well, I mean, I'm sure you don't need my opinion." She stands up and sketches a quick bow. "Thank you for the roof. ... Pardon me." Then she heads up the stairs at a more sedate pace.\n\n"Heheh, those two," Motoko says with a wave of the hand. "My little sister goes to the high school in the next town, she's pigheaded like you can see but I'm sure she'll calm down and grow to like you eventually. Shizue is in her last year of college, some sort of literature degree, I think she's taking her time writing something for her graduating grade. Oh, and from what I read from the papers the lawyer sent over, I'm a year ahead of you at the university, so I'm your senpai, okay?" she adds with a grin and a wink. The grin only grows as she leans forward some, cupping a hand around her mouth as if speaking deep secrets. "But I do a lot of slacking off, so do as senpai says and not as senpai does, okay?"\n\nYou can't help but grin back at her. "Got it."\n\n"They delivered your stuff the other day, I had them put it in room 303, it's a bit more of a climb than our rooms on the second floor but it's one of the nicer rooms that's still kept up. Although," she adds, raising a finger. "They do say that it's haunted."\n\nThat gets a blink out of you, and you lean forward a little. "Haunted?"\n\n"Yup. They say that it's haunted by the spirit of a woman who was the mistress of a samurai who'd lost his position in the revolution, and had become nothing but a common field hand. Each night after toiling in the fields he'd come here before going home, supposedly to wash but really to see his mistress. One night though, when she asked him to run away with her, he fell into a rage and killed her. So they say that any time an unwashed man sleeps in that room, she'll come to see if it's her lover and have her vengeance!" Then she grins cheekily and winks. "So remember to have a bath before bed, alright? So that you don't get gobbled up."\n\n"I'll keep that in mind," you reply, grinning and shaking your head.\n\n"Oh, right, and to prevent arguments, the three of us had already agreed on times where we get the hot springs all to ourselves. Shizue gets it from six to seven, I get it from seven to eight, Nanako gets it from eight to nine. The rest of the day is a bit of a free-for-all so be careful then, or just wait until after nine. Oh right, but don't wait until <i>too</i> late," she continues, holding up her index finger again. "Because they say the hot springs are haunted."\n\n"Another ghost?!"\n\n"Heheh, there's more than a few ghost stories about this place, it's been around a long time. But they say that at midnight, a spirit of the land comes out, and that at that time the hot springs belong to her. That's why the hot springs used to close at 11:30... supposedly," she adds with a shrug, leaning back. "Probably it was so that the hot springs employees could go in and clean the place up in peace, and someone with an overactive imagination saw the closed sign and heard them moving around inside."\n\n"I guess that makes sense."\n\n"People make up all sorts of wacky stories!" Motoko agrees cheerfully, rising to her feet and giving her hips a few pats. "Anyway! I'll let you get settled in!" She meanders towards the stairs, saying as she goes, "So remember, Shizue has the hot springs six to seven, I have it seven to eight, Nanako has it eight to nine. We'll say you have it nine to ten, since that seems fair, so remember that that's your time!" She pauses at the stairs, then turns a bit and looks over her shoulder at you, giving you a rather foxlike grin and tapping the side of her mouth with one finger. "But if you get impatient around seven-thirty or so, I won't mind." Then she pads on up the stairs, humming a bit as you stare after her.\n\n... She was just teasing you, right? After a few minutes you decide not to dwell on it, instead grabbing your backpack and heading up to the third floor. When you get there you find what Motoko meant... it's actually pretty darn spacious, running from the wall all the way to the back of the building, and with a bit of a balcony outside. Even with the boxes of your stuff in here there's plenty of space, and someone's already set up a short, simple table with a tea set on it. (You're going to have to buy a desk and chair to use your laptop at, no way are you doing your schoolwork sitting on the floor.) You set down your bag, then head out onto the balcony to take a look. You find you have a surprisingly good view of the hot springs below, as well as the wooded area out behind the hotel... while in design it isn't that different than hotel rooms that look down on the swimming pool, you suppose, don't people kind of, y'know... go naked in the hot springs? In fact, the railing around the balcony has slats that are thick on the bottom and slowly taper up to the top, meaning that if someone were laying or squatting behind it, they'd be almost invisible but completely capable of still looking out. Was this place designed by voyeurs?!\n\nShaking your head, you go back inside and dig out your laptop, setting it on the table and starting to look up various things like where to go to buy furniture, and the train schedules that are best for your classes, and so on. Probably in part because you're tired from your flight, time flies by, and the next thing you know you look at the computer clock and it's 5:55pm. Shaking your head and realizing how you must be jet-lagged, you stand and take a moment to stretch. Well, it's still a few hours before you can take a bath before bed, which does sound good, the hot springs looked pretty inviting earlier...\n\n... actually, didn't Motoko say that from six to seven, Shizue might be in the hot springs?\n\n<hr>\n[[All the more reason to stay inside and wait.|Austin2x5]]\n\n[[Well, maybe just a little peek.|Austin]]

You tap the 'Personality Alterations' option, grinning a bit as Tifa freezes in place. Looks like the world goes on 'Pause' when you use the menu, that's useful. A new list of options pops up, offering you a variety of ways to twist the busty barmaid's personality around. Looks like whoever programmed this was definitely having a lot of fun with debug mode, because you can't see how most of these would ever be relevant if you tried to play the game, even if it is a sex game.\n\n<hr>\n[["Compliant".|FF7X4x2]]\n\n[["Slutty".|FF7X19x1]]\n\n[["Lesbian".|FF7X]]\n\n[["Lesbian Rapist".|FF7X]]\n\n[["Punk".|FF7X]]

Hm, 'compliant'... so that means she'll just do what's asked of her, but with no other changes to her personality or anything? That could be fun! You tap that option, and watch as the menus close and Tifa goes back into motion. Nothing seems to have changed... oh, wait, you have to actually try something first, right?\n\n"Hey, Tifa, show me your tits," you try.\n\n"Sure," she answers breezily, as if you'd asked her to hand you the salt at dinner. She straightens up and turns towards you, pulling up her shirt and letting the heavy globes drop free of it, bouncing and swaying until they settle into place, amazingly firm and full for their size... but then, she is something of an ideal. She smiles at you as if it weren't at all odd to be standing with her tits out in the middle of her bar in the middle of the day. "That enough?" she asks after a few seconds.\n\n"Uh, sure," you reply, still a little stunned. She nods and tugs her shirt back down, turning back to her cleaning as if nothing had happened. Wow, no hesitation, no acting weird, she just... does as asked. That's pretty cool.\n\n<hr>\n[[Play with her for awhile.|FF7X4x3]]\n\n[[Find someone else to try it on.|FF7X]]

"I think the best way to do the job is to do whatever is asked of you, no matter whether it's your responsibility or not, just do it because you're asked to do it," you answer, probably a little too quickly. "Whatever it is, just do it, no matter what."\n\n"Oh?" Mrs. Lane says, quirking an eyebrow. "Are you saying that the way to do your job is <i>complete</i> obedience to your superiors?"\n\nYou hesitate, then slump. "Mrs. Lane, I probably don't need to tell you, but... I <i>really</i> need this job. I've put everything I have left into just being presentable and able to be here today, so yes, I'll do absolutely anything to get and keep this job."\n\n"Absolutely anything," she echoes in a frustratingly neutral tone. After you bite your lip and give a nod, she lets out a soft 'hmmmmm', then nods and pushes back from the table some. "Very well, we'll proceed to one final test on your interview."\n\n"Y-yes?" you ask, perking a little.\n\n"Lick my pussy and bring me to orgasm."\n\n"... Ah?" you ask a little weakly.\n\n"While it would certainly be a violation of several laws to ask, from what I've gathered while speaking to you, you're quite straight. If you wish to prove that you will in fact do anything for this job, and obey any order you're given, you will come over here, kneel down between my legs, and perform oral sex on me until I have achieved climax," she continues evenly, turning to the side and lifting up in the chair while giving her skirt a few tugs up, then spreading her hosiery-clad legs. "Well?"\n\nYou hesitate, but eventually crack. What you said was true, you're desperate to get and keep this job. You always sort of suspected someone might offer to trade a job for sex, you think ruefully as you stand and round the table, somewhat awkwardly settling to your knees, but you always thought it would probably be some bald, sweating, panting fat pervert of a man, not a calm, collected, severe beautiful authoritarian of a woman. You pull your eyes down from her calm, watching face and to between the legs you're kneeling between. There are no panties beneath her dark hose, leaving the delta of her pubic hair and the line of her slit and pussylips deep shadows beneath it. "Um... sh-should I..." you stammer.\n\n"Just rip them open, Ms. Teele, I assure you I can afford more," she immediately answers, imperious hazel eyes unwaveringly fixed on your face.\n\nNodding sheepishly, you bring your hands up and carefully pinch some of the slick-feeling fabric, pulling gradually to tear it partially along the seams to open it, baring her immaculately-groomed and obviously extremely proficiently-tended sex. You swallow heavily, glancing up at her just to check if she's at any point going to call the whole thing off, but there's no sign of it. So you slowly lean forward, somewhat timidly beginning to draw your tongue over her pussylips, barely enough to move them and display more of her inner pink as they pass over.\n\n"If that is your definition of 'doing anything' to get this job, Ms. Teele, perhaps it's a bad fit," Mrs. Lane says rather coolly after a minute or so, and indeed you've noticed that there's not really any wetness to speak of other than what you've left with your light licks.\n\nSwallowing again, you reply, "S-sorry, ma'am, I'm sorry, I'll do better at licking your pussy!" You lean in closer, trying to put a bit more... well, enthusiasm into eating out the other woman. You start stroking your tongue more firmly up and down her pussylips, using similar motions some of your more competent boyfriends have used, and are 'rewarded' by tasting more of something similar to the little bits of your own juices you've tried in curiosity. And while you've never had to find another woman's clit, you guess you at least have a better idea of where to start looking... or rather, licking, since you've soon teased out Mrs. Lane's and are flicking your tongue over it, sucking at it, even giving it slightly hesitant little kisses amidst the rest of the attention you're giving her pussy.\n\n"Mmm, now you <i>are</i> seeming like a very obedient employee, Ms. Teele," Mrs. Lane says after some time, her otherwise calm, composed voice sounding a bit breathless, pale cheeks a bit flushed and intense hazel eyes heavy-lidded as she looks down at you. "I'm beginning to see a lot more potential. Perhaps... mm, yes, perhaps if you said... how much you love doing what you're currently doing..."\n\nYou stroke your tongue into the cleft of her pussylips, pressing it inside before drawing back enough to murmur, "I love eating your pussy, Mrs. Lane." Seeing her shudder and heraing a stifled moan, you get more of the idea of what she wants to hear, continuing to suck at her plumped pussylips and kiss her clit in between your sentences. "Even though I'm straight, licking your pussy is so good. I'd do it for hours if that's what you wanted me to do. I'll be a good girl and lick your pussy all you want if you give me a job."\n\nIt seems like it might be that last that gets her, as she suddenly gasps loudly and gives her hips a slight buck towards your mouth, your chin abruptly getting much wetter and your tongue a much more thorough taste of her. You can't help but be impressed that she still manages to look so businesslike and composed even seconds after her orgasm, beckoning you to your feet. "Mm. Very well, I think you've proved your obedience. So here." She draws out two different stacks of paper from the folder and lays them in front of you, one thinner than the other. "These are two different employment contracts, and I will let you pick which one to sign. One is for a position in human resources, beneath me," she says, just a hint of a smirk quirking her subtly-painted lips. "There are a number of promotion and raise opportunities and you can make quite the long-term career out of it. I will, of course, be regularly reviewing your performance, if you understand my meaning. I take it from that lip-bite that you do," she says, that trace of smugness seeping into her voice now. "The other is for a position as an RMS."\n\n"Ah... what's an RMS?" you ask, still feeling her pussy juices all over your face.\n\n"Roving Morale Specialist. Which is the human resources name for 'company public use whore'," she says evenly, though from the way her hazel eyes glitter she must enjoy your face when you say it. "During business hours, you will patrol the halls on your assigned route for the day, obeying any and all sexual requests and orders made of you, as well as running minor errands. This contract specifies that you remain employed as such for three years, during which you <i>will</i> obey all requests, or I may penalize you as I see fit until the end of your contract term. The position includes free room and board... specifically, you will become my live-in servant and obey myself and my spouse in the same way that you obey other employees during business hours. That will be your life, being every employee's plaything from nine AM to five PM, and my slave from five PM to nine AM. At the end of three years, you will be given the option to end your contract and be paid three million dollars." That hint of a smirk returns at the face you obviously make at that last bit. "So yes, three years of absolute obedience, which you claim to be able to give, in return for a fortune that will last you the rest of your life. Assuming you don't do something ridiculous with your money, like trying to afford a one bedroom apartment in New York City. So, which will it be, Ms. Teele?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the HR position.|CelOffice]]\n\n[[Become an RMS.|CelOffice]]

"Perverse? Alright," she answers breezily, as if you'd suggested something perfectly agreeable but not particularly spectacular to have for lunch. "What?"\n\nAh, that's the question. It seems she'll do pretty much anything you say with a smile on her face, which is why you suggested doing something particularly dirty. But what dirtiness to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Use her as a toilet.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Have her fuck a dog.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Visit the playground.|FF7X4x5]]

With the last of your fading consciousness, you bring up your cellphone and set an alarm for nine. Then you let your arm flop out to the side and close your eyes, quickly drifting off in a glorious lack of airplane noise and vibration.\n\nYou awake to the feeling of your hand buzzing and the blaring of one of your favorite songs. Blinking blearily a few times, you sit up and roll your shoulders, then tap the phone's screen to silence it. You sit there for a moment, evaluating how you feel... there is a bit of muzziness still, but you definitely feel a lot better for having caught at least a bit of sleep. Clambering to your feet, you gather up some bathing amenities and head downstairs.\n\nThe hotel's lights have been dimmed and there's no one around that you can see... well, not like it's normally super crowded anyway. You follow the signs on the walls indicating which hallway leads to the hot springs dressing room, stepping inside. Just one, huh? Must've been a coed hotspring back in the day, kinda naughty, in your opinion. The dressing room is kind of old-style and made of lacquered wood as opposed to the concrete and pressboard you're more used to, with long benches running between little locker areas with a single shelf above a cubby-type area. There's also the little shower area, which is obviously for cleaning up before actually getting in the hot springs (since that's proper etiquette, the hot springs are a bath, not a bathtub). Looks like that, at least, has been updated, but probably only sometime in the seventies it looks like, since it's at least standing showerheads and tile instead of... you guess buckets and spigots would be the more traditional form?\n\nAnyway, time to get cleaned up and have a soak!\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah!|Austin3x1]]\n\n[[Wait, do a quick check first.|Austin2x8]]

You're really not sure what to make of the whole 'Motoko situation' so the best policy would seem to be to avoid the whole thing. Your lizard brain, which seems to have absorbed too many porno movie plots, keeps insisting you're being an idiot and missing out, but you decide to ignore it and focus on getting ready for the night.\n\nChecking the closet finds a folded-up futon and sheets... decent enough to keep using, you think, or you can always change your mind and buy a bed. As you get the futon out and made up though, your long trip really starts to sink in, and you begin to feel a thorough, tired ache in your muscles and a fuzziness in your head. You practically can't help but flump down on the futon, settling your head on the pillow. Just a short nap, that's all... ah, but maybe if you want to make sure it is, you should set an alarm...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Set an alarm for 9:00pm.|Austin2x7]]\n\n[[Don't bother.|Austin]]

"Sam? Sam, are you here?" Kelly calls as she wanders through the house. Entering the kitchen, she spots the door to the basement hanging open, and sighs. "Oh dammit." Walking over she leans in slightly and calls, "George! Did you eat a girl?!"\n\nIn answer, there's a low rumble that faintly shakes the floor.\n\n"Dammit, George! That was my <i>niece</i>! I'm going to have a hell of a time figuring out what to tell her parents." Kelly scowls and folds her arms over her chest. After a moment, she calls again, "Are you at least full for now?"\n\nAnother low rumble, much like the first.\n\nKelly grins and begins shedding her clothes. "Well, at least there's a bright side to things." As she pushes down her panties, she reveals that her pussy constantly gapes open, looking as if it could effortlessly accept someone's arm. She mmms softly, reaching back to push a few fingers into her completely loose asshole, then starts down the stairs, breasts jiggling with every step. Of course, there's always a chance that even after feasting on her niece, her pet will decide to go for broke and devour her too...\n\n... But that's what makes it interesting! Well, that and the gigantic cock.\n\n<b>Aunt Kelly's House</b> end - <i>Grue food</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Maybe the grue food should rethink where it decided to poke around.|CampingStart]]\n\n[[Maybe the grue food should reconsider what it wanted to do for the summer.|SelfSufficientStart]]\n\n[[Maybe the grue food should ponder starting all over.|CharGenMain]]

You've always heard that real estate can be a great investment... and if it's the sort of real estate that doesn't change hands that often, all the better. Besides, somehow this feels like more of an investment in your future than just money would be (and apparently involves a chance to have your own home in a different place, pretty sweet). "I think I'll take the real estate," you declare, smiling.\n\n"An excellent choice. Now, there are three properties to choose from," Mrs. Andrews explains as she tucks most of the papers back into the file and sets it aside. The remaining stack she unclips and settles into three stacks in front of you. "Now, the first is a [[hot springs resort|Austin2x2]] in Japan."\n\n"Whoa, an entire resort?!"\n\n"Try not to get too excited, Austin, 'resort' in this case means a single and somewhat aging building. Though it does have a fair handful of amenities, at the moment it's being used as a simple dorm for a trio of students, and is not in active use as a hotel... though you could, of course, decide to reopen it at your discretion. Although your great-uncle was very fond of the tenants, and has asked that should you accept this property, to try and do what you can to keep them housed there."\n\nShe gestures to the center set of papers. "The second property is [[a castle|Austin]] in a remote area of Ireland. It has been kept up and had most modern amenities installed, though you would certainly be rather far from civilization. There are a handful of tenants there as well, to my understanding, though your great-uncle was somewhat more vague as to his disposition involving them."\n\n"Finally, there is a [[theme park|Austin5x1]]." At your obvious surprise, she smiles. "Yes, your great-uncle owned one, as should probably be expected of him. Though to my understanding it's currently not open to the public... only part of it is currently functional, and it currently carries a fairly minimal staff of actual employees. You would be free to keep it that way as you like, as the current endowment for the land is sufficient to keep what's currently open serviced for some decades to come. Of course, you could always try to revitalize it and get more of it working."

Oh hey, you heard good things about the Ravager class from the very few beta test leaks they were... a combination DPS/DoT class, attacking enemy units and also dealing damage to various of their stats and inflicting status effects. You select that option, and the generic white warpaint turns the red of fresh blood and crawls across the troll's skin in what you have to admit is a pretty creepy effect, turning into long, slashlike lines that definitely give an ominous intent. The loincloth turns long and ragged at the edges, made of black leather instead of bland brown, and leather bands appear around his arms, legs, and crossed over his chest. Tres dommy. \n\nYou'd expect to be taken to character customization, but instead a screen offering traits pops up. This is what all the fuss is about for the new update?\n\n<center>Choose your character's trait.</center>\n\n[[Thrallmaker|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your Ravager focuses on damaging the minds of their prey, weakening and destroying their senses until they are rendered pliable, and able to be turned to your Ravager's own purposes. Have a care, this ability is addictive, leaving your Ravager with a will to do fewer and fewer things but make thralls! (Hm, so you can probably get enemies you defeat as temporary combat "pets", but maybe you have to pay to be able to use it on higher level enemies with other powers you'd get at higher levels.)\n\n[[Destroyer|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your Ravager doesn't just damage the abilities, minds, or bodies of their foes... they outright destroy them. The infamy your character will gain from this is immense, however. (So your abilities will work better but you'll draw more aggro, got it.)

You click on the male troll, and the model swings around to fill the screen. He's wearing nothing but a plain leather loincloth and some rather generic warpaint... obviously not a lot of effort went into the basic model. He gnashes his teeth as if constantly worrying those jutting tusks with his lips, glaring around with black eyes and rolling his shoulders as if eager to gore somebody.\n\nThe class options are what you've come to expect from the "we totally don't think of them as the villains guys, c'mon" faction.\n\n<center>Choose your character's class.</center>\n\n[[Witch Doctor|GGWOW18x1]]\n\n[[Ravager|GGWOW16x3]]

Let's just admit it, you're a bit of a troll at heart. What teenager isn't, on some level? Grinning, you select the tall, lanky blue-skinned race, watching as both the male and female models come up. As is typical for such things, the females are rather more conventionally attractive, more just slender and a little strange than the males, who are bent forward until they almost seem to walk gorilla-style, with tusks like elephants and massive hands and feet. Such is fantasy race design, you suppose.\n\n<center>Choose your character's sex.</center>\n\n[[Male|GGWOW16x2]]\n\n[[Female|GGWOW19x1]]

"... That one," you decide, shining your light on one of the doors.\n\n"Why?"\n\n"That looks a lot like an hourglass, which is probably one of the more common ways a race develops of telling time, if I had to guess. And a symbol of time would represent-"\n\n"History," Smith picks up, nodding firmly. "Good call. Let's take a look."\n\nThe two of you approach the doorway and take a look through. Beyond is a long, dark passage... so long and dark that neither your improved night vision nor the beams of the flashlights manage to reach the walls or ceiling. The only illumination is the distant outline of another door, and a number of drifting balls of light in various colors.\n\n"Aesthetic, or trap?" Smith wonders aloud, looking at one of the shining little balls of luminescence.\n\n"Why not both?" you quip dryly.\n\n"Possible. What do you think we should do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Eh, ignore them.|TrekF13x6]]\n\n[[Avoid them as much as possible.|TrekF]]

"We should watch where we step," you note to Smith, glancing down. "Placing stairs back into the temple right after going up... I bet there are some traps here that haven't been eroded away by the elements."\n\n"Good point," Smith acknowledges with a nod. Indeed, a moment later, she stops and points. "There."\n\nYou look, then after a glance downward manifest a small flashlight from your belt and point it at the vague outline. It looks quite a bit like a pink frisbee, similar in both size and color, albeit smooth and a little shiny at the touch of the light. "Some sort of mine?"\n\n"I don't know, but the system's analyzed it, and... yeah," she adds, looking down the stairs. You look as well as a number of glowing outlines appear scattered over the steps. "Just dispersed enough that not an entire team would be likely to trip them going down."\n\nYou think on that for a moment, then make a face. "So that the survivors would think once they got past the stairs, it must be safer inside."\n\n"Right. This ruin... it could be a honey trap too." She frowns. "It's similar to the Raptarrans', but not quite their style. There's no... predator theme, for one thing."\n\n"Maybe our assumption that this isn't a Raptarran structure, but related to them, is correct," you offer as you resume walking down the stairs, still keeping an eye out for any threats the system hasn't identified.\n\n"I think that's becoming a stronger possibility."\n\nLuckily it seems that the unknown mines are the only thing on the stairs, or the only thing you spot, since both of you arrive in a large, open room with various areas splitting off from it. Smith produces her own flashlight to get a better look at the walls, briefly shining it on something like a large, glowing egg-shaped green object on a pedestal in the center of the room. "No text of any kind I can see or the system can pick up," she notes a little sourly. "Just the pictographs above the door. Thoughts?"\n\nYou take a look around at the doors, as well as the large "egg" in the center. Obviously you can spend some time exploring the whole temple, but that still leaves you back at deciding where to start, so.\n\n<hr>\nThe doors are marked:\n\n[[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0o5MZ0D.png?1" alt="A cow's head">|TrekF13xCowEnd1]] [[<img src="images/Kctf3yI.jpg" alt="A drop of liquid">|TrekF13xSplooshEnd1]] [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/sns4ZgF.jpg?1" alt="An hourglass">|TrekF13x5]] [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/oXQa1OO.jpg?1" alt="A statue">|TrekF13xStatueEnd1]] [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/j84pBRu.png?1" alt="A short length of chain">|TrekF13xSlaveEnd1]]\n\nOr, on its pedestal, there's:\n\n[[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/ZFZYWGK.jpg?1" alt="A glowing green egg">|TrekF13xEggEnd1]]

"Do you think we can trust him?" Ami asks as the two of you trot down the stairs and head back towards the tram.\n\n"Orkin seems to value his bottom line over everything else. And that bottom line gets a lot richer if we succeed in getting off this station quietly with our bounty, so I trust that," you answer, nevertheless glancing around cautiously as the two of you wait at the doors. "It's actually in his best interests at this point for us to succeed."\n\n"Then why are you...?"\n\n"Because sometimes people get to thinking and they get annoyed and they do things that aren't in their best interests. Let's go," you add in a quiet tone, urging Ami through the door as it slides open in front of you.\n\n"Three!" Ami exclaims as the two of you find her twin on your return to Commerce Central. You hang back, grinning as you watch them hug. "Three, you're coming with us!"\n\n"Um. Okay?"\n\n"It's alright, we... well, we bought you," your friend says a little sheepishly. "I'm sorry, it was just the fastest way to get you out of here safely."\n\n"Oh. Oh, I... I understand, I..." Still looking rather overwhelmed, Three looks at you, then nods. "Um. Thank you. Of course I'll come with you, since... yeah."\n\n"Ami, we... er, sorry, I didn't even realize that all this time I'd been just calling you what you were," you add in a murmur. "Would you two like to pick out like... real person names or something?"\n\nNow both of them are looking at you in a rather overwhelmed fashion. The blue-haired twins exchange a look, before your friend shakes her head. "No, it's alright. Just 'Two' and 'Three' is alright for now. That's how we know each other anyway. I mean, if it's okay, and you don't mind?"\n\n"You can go by what you want," you assure her, grinning.\n\n"Oh! Oh, could we, you know..." Two glances at Three's rather scant clothing. "Could we maybe, um... buy her some clothes, first thing?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure!|Cypher]]\n\n[[We can't.|Cypher5x10]]

"I think we should just act like they're not even there," you decide.\n\n"Why?"\n\n"Assuming you couldn't program the genetic structure of everything coming through here... which if they did, it won't matter how we approach, they'll turn hostile... then what would be the next thing you'd program a security system to go after?"\n\nSmith considers, then raises her eyebrows a little. "Cagey movements. Motions that seem like they're actively trying to avoid security. Suspicious behavior."\n\n"Right. So, let's try just strolling on through as if we belong, and maybe they'll think we do."\n\nYou and Smith both square your shoulders, then do your best 'strolling through the corridor on the way to bridge duty' walks as you head through the passage and towards the distant light of the doorway. The lights continue to drift by above and out to the sides, as if moving on some faint underwater current you can't feel. You almost freeze up and go rigid as one abruptly breaks from its previous paths and slides through the air down towards you, but force yourself to continue on with barely a break in your stride. It floats beside your head, almost like some ancient will-o-the-wisp urging you to turn towards it, but you continue to ignore it as you walk along. Finally it gradually pulls away and wanders off again.\n\n"Tense," Smith comments simply as the two of you emerge from the dark passage and into a rather smaller room, this one lined with numerous rows of thin metal pedestals, each with a softly glowing golden or silver egg on the top. "But this does look a lot like a data storage area."\n\n"How do we activate these, though?" you wonder aloud, leaning down to look a bit closer at one of the eggs. "Are these the interface, or the data storage?"\n\n"We may have to get a research team down here," Smith allows as she continues to look through the room. Then she pauses at the end of the far wall. "Hel-lo. We might have a lead that doesn't have to come out of the computers, though." Once you've joined her at her side, she points to the carving on the wall. "Look at this. I think that 'ancient Mayaztec' styling may have worked out in our favor. They seem to have done a pictographic history as well."\n\n"Can you understand it?"\n\n"Between my personal interest in archaeology and the system offering tips, I think I can glean at least a general understanding. Let's see... the aliens had established an empire roughly as large as the Federation, probably larger, in another quadrant to judge by those star positionings, along with little colonies and outposts like this one across the rest of the galaxy. But as they became technologically advanced to the point that it would seem like magic to us, they became lazier," she notes, pointing to a group of figures depicted lazing about and seeming distraught over performing simple tasks. "And so they took a group of living creatures from a planet they'd passed by that seemed to have vast genetic potential, and uplifted them," Smith continues, walking along to the segment that shows dinosaur-like creatures, and then in two cases more humanoid forms (and with rather prominent endowments on all three). "One to be their guards and warriors, one to work their technology, and another to be general servitors and worker bees. It looks like those were the Raptarrans," she adds, pointing at the carvings of raptor-like figures doing common household tasks.\n\n"Their warriors were virtually invincible, their scientists were nearly omnipotent, and their menials, well, there were just plenty of them to use for whatever they liked, since they were programmed to breed and reproduce regularly," Smith continues, tone growing more wry as she continues to interpret the carvings. "Then... it looks like some sort of calamity struck, very suddenly," she notes, frowning at the scenes of chaos and destruction. "The aliens weren't able to properly direct their servitors because of lack of preparedness, and everything fell apart. In the turmoil, the servitor class... the Raptarrans... rose up and slaughtered their weakened creators, and stole what they could of the technology of the other two. Though it looks like they probably managed to take only the least of it." She pauses, shaking her head. "Which means the insane levels of combat power and genetic manipulation they have now are still probably only a fraction of what their creators possessed and gifted to the other races."\n\n"So what could have caught a race like that by surprise?"\n\nSmith frowns, since she seems to have come to the end of the mural... then after a moment turns the flashlight up, to the ceiling. There, all above the wall depicting the chaos of the civilization's fall into ruin, are spheres, elegantly carved to depict them as being smooth and shiny. "The RubBorg."\n\n"... Damn," you murmur, staring up at the spheres.\n\n"This... offers several possible solutions to our current problem, and potentially an indicator of a much, much bigger problem. If the RubBorg could take down a civilization of that level of technology, just by catching them unprepared..." Smith trails off, then shakes her head. "We can't get distracted. We need to deal with the Raptarran Issue first thing. Thoughts?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the warrior caste.|TrekF14x1]]\n\n[[Find the science caste.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Find the precursors themselves.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Look to the RubBorg.|TrekF13x7]]

Something about the sense of that whisper makes you clamp down hard... mentally. (Though from the slight trill the Raptarran gives, your body reacted and clamped down on him too, as you can tell by how he seems to have swollen even bigger inside you.) Gritting your teeth even harder, you focus on not letting your body betray you, staying as you are as the alien pumps away at your asshole, staring straight ahead at the wall. You refuse to acknowledge it as the first orgasm shudders through your body, and then the next, simply glaring at the tritanium until you hear the Raptarran give a low yowl as it floods your ass with thick liquid heat. You don't even look away as it pulls out and makes banter with the guards and Admiral while being escorted out. Instead you simply straighten up, accepting a towel from one of the guards and trying your best to be brisk and businesslike about wiping off your lower body before redressing and following them out.\n\nOnce you emerge from the small refreshment room where you showered and donned a clean uniform, you find Admiral Bigguns waiting for you. "The Raptarran is giving us a wealth of information. In just the last twenty minutes, we've been given technological insights that could propel our combat capabilities so far beyond anyone else in the quadrant that..." She trails off, shaking her head. "Thank you for your sacrifice, Commander."\n\n"Just doing my duty," you acknowledge a little grimly, with a slight nod of the head.\n\n"... Indeed." She lets out a sigh. "Commander, as far as I'm aware you don't have a residence in the system. I would like to insist that you stay with me in my home on Mars for the duration of your time here on Earth. Hosting you as my guest seems the least I can do to begin to pay you back."\n\nYou consider demurring, but when an admiral makes an offer like that, it doesn't seem a particularly good idea to refuse. You politely accept, and soon you and Bigguns are on a shuttle ride to Mars. It's hard to believe you're actually standing on the Red Planet itself as you step out and onto a surprisingly suburban street, with blue skies overhead and a lake rippling in the background. But you are on Mars, and walking to what amounts to a small mansion, the sort that someone spent an awful lot of money on to avoid looking ostentatious. You have a pleasant if somewhat quiet dinner with the busty admiral, where it's obvious neither of you knows quite what to say to the other, especially with the day's activities as they are. Eventually you retire to the guest bedroom, which looks almost entirely like something from your own time, save for the replicator that you use to create some basic pajamas before climbing into bed and quickly drifting off to sleep.\n\nYou awaken not in the comfortable little guest room, but instead a room that looks far too much like the one you were in earlier with the Raptarran for comfort, although this one only has one door. You scramble to your feet, and without thinking fall into a combat stance as the door slides open. A human woman enters, wearing an exceptionally tight black bodysuit with grey pads across the surface that give it a vaguely armor-like appearance, the skin-fitting garment showing off her tall, toned body and C-cup breasts. It also has a flat black and grey Starbeat insignia on the chest, and a simple, unreflective steel bar in place of rank insignia. Her black hair is clipped short, and her steel-blue eyes fix on you from above a scar running across the bridge of her nose.\n\n"You're not in any danger, I assure you," she says after a moment. "I apologize for the abruptness and manner of your transfer here, but it was necessary to how we work."\n\n"'We'?" you prompt with a scowl, glancing at the insignia and her collar.\n\n"Section 69. We are a covert arm of Starbeat that does not answer to the traditional chain of command." She tilts her head slightly. "I'd ask you if you'd ever wondered how a society that seems particularly eager to find a moral hill to die on manages to survive in a galaxy full of threats that don't have similar compunctions... but then, you're not a part of this society, are you? And no, I don't refer to Erin Hawt's history, because you're not Erin Hawt, either."\n\nYou can't help but react a bit to that physically, your shoulders going back and body leaning away. But you almost instantly school your face to impassivity and keep your teeth together.\n\n"Needs a little work, but a lot of potential," the woman says with a brisk nod. "Don't worry, we've been reviewing your behavior and thought patterns. We don't think you're some kind of sleeper agent or infiltrator... more likely someone displaced from an alternate timeline, or another time period, most likely the past. What matters is that since your arrival, you've shown yourself willing to work for the cause of humanity, and to see the big picture. That's what Section 69 is for... we preserve Earth, humanity, the Federation, the quadrant, and life in general, in order of most to least important. Sometimes we have to disregard the higher moral stances to do it. Having that on our conscience is the price we pay to keep this society functioning, and largely ignorant of the sacrifices we make on its behalf."\n\n"And you're... you're what, recruiting me?" you ask with a frown, finally straightening up.\n\n"In just the last twenty-four hours, you've shown yourself willing to go above and beyond the call of duty, while still simply considering it your duty. Even most Starbeat officers would have quailed from what you did, if not on personal preference, then on moral grounds. But you stepped up. Too, during the event, we detected what amounted to a psionic attack from the Raptarran. Without assistance, you closed yourself off to it, and simply completed the mission. That indicates you have a strong mind, and a strong will. We have every reason to believe that the Raptarran invasion is coming, and that it will be much worse than Starbeat currently thinks it will be. Our analysis of your escape, as inventive and well-executed as it was, now indicates it was likely a ruse on their part to allow you to escape with their agent to Earth." At your shocked look, she nods again. "But they've just revealed their greatest weakness... pride."\n\n"I'd prefer something like 'lethally alergic to water'," you grumble.\n\nOne corner of her mouth actually quirks up a little. "Pride will do." Then her expression becomes grim again. "Commander, though I have little doubt Admiral Bigguns would do everything she could for you, your career is effectively over in Starbeat. Even if they try to keep it quiet, you will become known among your superior officers as someone who let themselves be fucked by a degenerate monster for information. As enlightened as our society likes to think of itself as being, they won't see the simple necessity and sacrifice of it the way we do. Their lingering prudishness and selfishness will lead to them thinking of you, on some level, as a whore. But you can have a future in Section 69. Yes, you will likely have to do things you find morally repugnant... you may have nightmares, you may hate yourself. We actually prefer that to the people that find what we do comes easily and without remorse. But I think it is a sacrifice you know you need to make on behalf of every sentient being in this galactic quadrant, else we all wind up at the mercy of those things. Are you with us?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|TrekF13x2]]\n\n[[No.|TrekF13xEnd1]]

Taking a moment to rein in your annoyance, you just return her annoyed look briefly before speaking. "I'm not leaving, because I own this place."\n\n"... Eh?" That certainly seems to draw her up short, as she straightens up some, expression going blank.\n\n"I. Own. This. Place," you reply in slow, clear Japanese (probably with an accent too but not as heavy a one, you're smug to say). "As in, it's mine, the building, the hot springs, the land, all of it."\n\n"I-i-it can't be yours!" she squeaks, pointing at you repeatedly. "This place belongs to Grandpa Alchi, even if he is dead!"\n\nYou open your mouth, then close it. 'Grandpa Alchi'? So what, did he not count as a 'foreigner' or something? You decide not to point out the ridiculousness of her statement, and instead answer, "He left it to me in his will. I'm his grand-nephew, Austin."\n\n"W-wha? But... but... but..." she stammers, before turning and racing to a set of steps, shouting up, "Hey! Hey, 'neesan! Shizue! There's some weirdo foreigner down here lying and saying he owns this place!"\n\nYou rub at your face and suppress a sigh, then glance up at the sound of footsteps on the stairs, seeing a girl around your own age stopping on the landing and leaning forward to peer down, hands resting on her legs.\n\n<img src=images/742nEwR.jpg>\n\n"Ohhhhh, it <i>is</i> a foreigner!" the new girl declares. "He doesn't look particularly weird to me, maybe kind of cute actually. Does he speak Japanese? Harro! Wehkahm to Jah-pahn!"\n\n"I don't know if he speaks Japanese, he's a barbarian!" the younger girl huffs.\n\n"We just had an entire conversation in Japanese," you point out in a flat tone.\n\n"That doesn't prove anything!"\n\n"Hm? What's the problem?" comes a quiet voice. Another girl steps onto the landing, wearing a sleeveless turtleneck sweater and black pants, her long black hair a little disheveled. She gives a soft 'oh' as she spots you, drawing halfway behind the short-haired girl and fidgeting for a moment, before she steps away and does a quick bow, saying in very clear English, "Hello, I'm sorry for any trouble Nanako caused you."\n\n<img src=images/R4NeL5H.jpg>\n\n"What are you telling him?! Are you telling him to leave?!"\n\n"It's fine. And I speak Japanese just fine, thank you very much," you say, suppressing a sigh.\n\nA bit later all three girls are sitting arrayed on the couches in the lobby, though you notice the dark-haired girl has sort of scooted away to the very edge so she can be the furthest from everyone else. The youngest girl, meanwhile, is fuming deeply, arms folded over her chest and legs crossed, slouched down in her seat. "I can't believe Grandpa Alchi left our home to this guy! Just because he's related to him by stupid old blood!"\n\n"Ehehhhhh," the short-haired one coos, waving a hand a bit at the sulking one, before looking at you. "But yeah, I actually got a letter like a month ago explaining everything, it just slipped my mind when it came time to tell everyone about it. Sorry for the trouble. Anyway, I'm Motoko, and you've already made my little sister Nanako's acquaintance, obviously. That over there is Shizue, don't mind her, she's just shy."\n\n"..." Shizue squirms as if she'd like to protest, but winds up clasping her hands in her lap and staring down at them.\n\n"I bet he's got all sorts of perverted plans for us," Nanako mutters through pooched-out lips while looking off to the side.\n\n"Well, one or two perverted plans might not be too bad," Motoko muses with a fingertip to her lip, then when pretty much everyone blushes and stares at her she grins and waves it off again. "Joking, joking! I'm sure Austin isn't like that! Ah, but maybe he does have plans of some sort?" she adds, glancing at you, all three looking curious now.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're going to reopen the hotel.|Austin4x1]]\n\n[[You haven't decided yet.|Austin2x4]]\n\n

"Let's see if we can gather some information. These things have some sort of weak point, but we can't rely on a single ground-level operative to know everything," you offer after a few moments' thought.\n\n"You'd be surprised how often low-level individuals seem to have extensive knowledge of the inner workings of their entire civilization, but you have a point. Alright, let's start with the system their 'honey trap' ship was found in. The precursor ruins there appear to be genuine... it may not be a coincidence that the Raptarrans parked their ship there."\n\nThe two of you make your way to a small hangar, where a handful of craft that look far more sleek and deadly than most of the Federation ships you've seen so far are parked. Smith boards one and settles into the pilot's seat, while you sit down beside her. "It should only take us about an hour," she notes as she starts plotting in a course.\n\n"It took quite a bit longer aboard the <i>Maine</i>," you note. "And that was with us stressing the engines."\n\n"The <i>Maine</i> isn't a particularly new ship anyway, but we tend to have the bleeding edge of technology available to us here in Section 69... for one thing we don't have to worry about pesky things like 'intellectual property' or 'interstellar treaties'," Smith answers a bit dryly. "We'd shave a handful of minutes off the time by disengaging the cloaking device, but it's not worth it, especially considering the number of ships and stations we'll be passing."\n\nSure enough, it's a fairly short trip until the shuttle drops out of warp. You feel a little shudder go up your spine at the familiar sight of the planet, though now devoid of the ships in orbit that helped mark it when you first arrived. You press your mouth into a grim line and say nothing as Smith guides the shuttle down through the atmosphere, flying low over jungles, a surprisingly temple-esque structure soon rising from the greenery. "Our own investigations indicate that about half of the ground team fell victim to local hazards and traps inside the ruins," Smith says as she opens a compartment and pulls out a pair of belts, ringed with little shiny black squares, with a pistol of some sort holstered on one hip and a knife on the other. Handing you one, she notes, "The belt is made of miniature transporter pads and buffers, your nanites should identify what each contains if you need it. We need to be careful down there... remember, more than a dozen people went missing in there, and while we don't know what happened to them, we know that they're not just wandering around lost."\n\nNodding, you fasten on the belt, you and Smith stepping out of the invisible craft (though your innate HUD helpfully puts an outline around it) and make your way towards the "temple" stairs. "Does every set of ancient alien precursors have an aesthetic vaguely matching Mayan and Aztec stuff?" you wonder aloud.\n\n"Yes," Smith says simply, glancing at you and quirking an eyebrow. "We don't know why, but yes."\n\nOoookay. The two of you make your way up and then inside the temple. Despite the darkness, your nanites provide night vision that's surprisingly clear, if lacking a little bit in color depth once the sunlight from outside is clearly gone. The entrance leads to a large empty room mostly containing more stairs leading back down and into the structure. \n\n<hr>\n[["Let's hurry."|TrekF]]\n\n[["Watch your step."|TrekF13x4]]

"... Alright. I understand. After talking to and... being at the mercy of that thing... I can't let its kind just do what it likes anymore," you reply, pressing your lips together. "I'll join Section 69."\n\n"I'm glad to hear that. Please follow me." She turns and makes her way out through the door, leaving you to catch up with her. The metal is a little cold on your bare feet, but nothing you can't handle as she shows you down a long, nondescript hallway. "We only use one name here, no ranks. You can choose whatever name you like... we've heard just about everything so there shouldn't be any snickering. I personally chose a fairly classic one that happened to be unused at the time, 'Smith'."\n\nYou can't help but grin a bit, and despite the seriousness of the situation, the only answer that comes to mind is, "Then can I be 'Jones'?"\n\n"It's available." Smith actually gives you a gentle smile that instantly charms you and makes you decide then and there that the name is for good. "Right now I'll show you to where you can get outfitted. We need to get you right to work once you've been fully debriefed. Just tell your whole story, the full truth, don't worry about how odd it seems or that you might incriminate yourself. We just want to know, not judge."\n\nYou nod slowly, following her into a room not unlike one of the security rooms back on the <i>Venture</i>. Smith lets you undress as she gets out one of the uniforms like her own, passing it to you. It goes on baggy, but once you press a hidden control on the wrist, tightens up to be as form-fitting as hers, completely outlining your pert ass and perky tits. You almost feel naked, but suppose you'll just have to get used to it, placing the comm badge and identical steel bar rank pip she hands you. You suppress a flinch as she presses a hypospray to the side of your neck... then blink as letters and indicators start appearing in your vision. "Nanotechnology. Way ahead of what we let out into the public. All of our facilities are unmarked and with as few visible controls as possible to make infiltration harder, the only real way to get around is if you have these," she explains. "They help with a lot of things. Based on your adaptability rating from our observations, you should get used to them pretty much instantly."\n\nAfter that she shows you into a room, where a fairly nondescript man in an identical uniform (with the way he's sitting still showing off the bulge at his crotch) asks you to sit down, then begins interviewing you. Following Smith's advice, you're honest about everything... your real name, the time you're from, running away from home and going to Worldland, touching the phaser rifle, and everything since then. He obviously picks up on some of the things that you say, since you wind up explaining how everything is similar to a TV show franchise from your world, but not quite. At the end, he simply says, "Thank you. Dismissed."\n\nYou nod and rise from the chair, walking out to find Smith waiting for you. She's tapping at a PADD, and looks up as you step out. "Your registration as 'Jones' has been approved. Welcome to Section 69, officially."\n\n"Thanks. So what now?"\n\n"Like I said, right to work. Right now, the focus of everything is on the 'Raptarran Issue', as we're calling it. You and I are going to be one of the primary teams working on the Raptarran Issue, and as of now there are two angles we can be working. The first is [[enhanced interrogation of the prisoner|TrekF]]."\n\n"Enhanced interrogation of...?" You raise your eyebrows. "Isn't the Raptarran being held by mainstream Starbeat?"\n\n"Not anymore. We've made it look like he committed suicide with a previously undetected disintegration device. In reality we've got him in lockdown in one of our black sites. It's likely there's a lot he isn't telling us... while he claimed that he could leak whatever technology he wanted without his higher-ups worrying at all, we have to believe he's lying and that he's only truly permitted to give us certain things. If true, the very fact that we're not meant to have particular Raptarran technology means that it could be what they're afraid of."\n\n"So basically we torture it out of him."\n\n"Yes," Smith answers bluntly. "'Enhanced interrogation' is to indicate how broad the umbrella is, not that we're refusing to acknowledge what we're doing. Pain isn't a reliable method with every sentient, and it's what most people think of when they hear 'torture'. But we'll try whatever methods we think will work to get him to break and give us what we need."\n\n"Alright. What's the other angle?"\n\n"[[Information gathering|TrekF13x3]]. We find out more about them as a species. What is behind their cultural drive to conquer and defile? Do they have any enemies? Has anyone ever beaten them before? Or is there simply something they've never encountered before that's sufficient to take them down. It's a lot less focused than the interrogation would be, but possibly just as fruitful, and with the benefit of not having to deal directly with the prisoner." She offers you the tablet. "Here, look them over. For now we'll be partners, so you decide which you think our energy is better directed at."

"How's it feel, Yuffie?" you ask as you settle into a chair, spreading your legs and stroking your prick as you watch the ninja hump frantically away at the drone. "Fucking the hole of what's probably your best friend, huh?"\n\n"Nnh, nnh, anh," Yuffie gasps out, and for a moment you think she's going to be too lost in the pleasure to reply. But as her fingers squeeze the Tifa drone's big rubber ass, she groans, "Feels so good... feels so fuckin' good!"\n\n"Oh? So you don't mind that I turned Tifa into a rubber sexbot?" You smirk as you milk a few drops of pre out of your own prick, toying with your balls as you watch the scene before you. "As long as you get to fuck her?"\n\nYuffie whimpers loudly, closing her eyes and leaning her head back, obviously fighting back against what she wants to say. But as she gives a particularly hard thrust forward, something inside her obviously snaps, and she blurts out, "FUCK yes! Fuck! I don't care if I ever get Tifa back, I just wanna fuck this thing's holes!" Her brown eyes take on a crazed look, a similarly lust-mad smile curling her lips as she looks down at the drone and redoubles her efforts, her hips slapping against the sextoy's round rubber ass with audible impacts. "If I'd known having a dick and raping Tifa felt this good I'd've done it the day we met! Fuck Tifa, I don't care, just let me fuck this thing you turned her into forever!"\n\nThe ninja squeals happily as she thrusts forward, a spurt of cum oozing from the ass-tunnel of the doll as she unloads inside it, her prick almost visibly throbbing with every jet of thick cum. You give a little groan yourself, but continue your slow jerking off as you watch Yuffie finish using the drone's ass-hole as a cumdump and order it to its knees, the teen's hands gripping the sides of its featureless head and starting to fuck its mouth-tunnel, her balls slapping against its smooth rubber chin.\n\n"Hnnnnh, yeah, you make a way better sextoy than a person, you big-titted bitch," Yuffie growls happily as she fucks away at the Tifa drone's ribbed facehole, licking her lips with that still rather lust-crazed look on her face. "We finally found the perfect use for you, who gives a shit if you were so sweet and kind, your holes feel fucking great now!"\n\nYou smirk at the barrage of steadily more objectified abuse that Yuffie's blurting out towards the rubber sexbot, the comments gradually mentioning Tifa's name less and less, until the petite dickgirl is soon just moaning and gasping out how much she enjoys the sextoy's holes, hands toying with her pert little tits. Finally she cries out, pulling her cock free and stroking it, spurting her load all over the doll's featureless black rubber face as you pump yourself to completion as well.\n\nYou continue lightly stroking your cum-smeared cock as Yuffie pants and gasps, sliding her own still-stiff prick back into the drone's mouth-hole and pumping a few times. It was actually amazing fun, watching Yuffie degrade her friend-turned sexdoll that way. Fun enough you'd like to do that again... hm, but how?\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep turning Yuffie's friends into rubber drones for her to fuck.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Summon Aerith, then turn Yuffie into a rubber drone.|FF7X]]

You really could use someone to help you navigate the station... but more than that, it really seems like Ami is desperate to help you, and you don't want to make her feel like you don't think she's up to it. Smiling, you reach out to rest a hand on your shoulder. "Thanks, Ami. It'd really help if you could come along and be my guide."\n\n"Oh!" She almost immediately perks up a bit, her red eyes sparkling a little. "W-well, of course, I'd be glad to! I, I hope I won't be too much of a drag, or...!"\n\n"Nah, it'll be fine," you assure her, patting her shoulder a bit.\n\n"Well, if yer goin' with, prolly oughtta take this," Koro advises, hauling his massive form to his feet and making his way over to one of the walls. He thumps a fist against it, and the wall panel slides aside, revealing... well, what looks like a cross between a closet and an armory. His shaggy head turns back and forth as he apparently looks for something, then finally plucks up a holstered pistol barely bigger than your hand, the strap dangling between two of his fingers. "There y'go, l'il'un," he says with a grin, holding it out to Ami.\n\n"O-oh, I couldn't!" she protests, holding up her hands. "I couldn't possibly harm anyone!"\n\n"Ehhhh, this thing, yer more gonna cause 'em some discomfort and maybe make 'em think twice about messin' with ya more than doin' any harm," Koro rumbles, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. "Look even if y'don't use it, better t'take it anyway, maybe havin' it showin' there on yer leg means y'won't hafta use it."\n\nAmi glances nervously at you, but when you nod she reaches up to accept the weapon with both hands. "Thank you, Koro," she says quietly, ducking her head as she straps the holster around her right thigh.\n\n"Happy huntin'!" Koro booms happily, waving as the two of you head out.\n\nAfter a brief stop in your room to don the suit (space suit? super suit? you wish this thing had a name), which you do while Ami waits outside, the two of you head to the docking level and board Sierra, telling her your destination.\n\n"Oh hey, that's an easy one, Mulsap Twelve is built in an area of space with a heavy dark matter concentration, it draws wormholes there like crazy, there's <i>always</i> a nearly direct flight! Yup, one direct flight to Mulsap Twelve, 300K away, flight time today, twenty minutes! Please enjoy this selection from my music archives as we wait!"\n\nYou blink as something that distinctly sounds like 'Careless Whisper' starts playing. Before you can decide how you feel about that, you hear Ami giggle. "You're so funny, Sierra!"\n\n"My comedy subroutines <i>are</i> top notch," the ship's voice responds in a preening tone. The stars outside suddenly stretch into whirling purple light surrounding the ship, flickering by as you watch. You settle in, listening as Sierra plays a few more songs, Ami occasionally giggling as she apparently gets some joke about them that you don't. Maybe it's an AI thing. Eventually the flickering colors snap back into a starfield, with a large, mostly dark ring-shaped object blotting out part of them, occasional lights cast around the long, thin, spidery spires running up and down from it, occasional lights attached to the hull showing a dark grey color. "Alright, Boss, Mulsap Twelve. I should probably file for a docking permit-"\n\n"Um!" Ami blurts, and squirms when you glance over at her expectantly, and Sierra cuts herself off. "That... might not be a good idea."\n\n"Why not, Ami?" you prompt, when she doesn't seem ready to immediately speak up. \n\n"W-well... basically... on Mulsap Twelve, information from the command hub is pretty much immediately sold to information brokers. S-so... if you do a standard permit request..."\n\n"Then the information brokers will all know Cypher Ceed just docked, and they'll warn anyone that might be looking for that sort of information, including the Quatra Twins," you realize, nodding. "Good save, Ami. Then how do we-"\n\n"I'll do a 'stealth register'," Sierra speaks up. "I'll put us in the docking registry as if we already booked a specific port ahead of time so that no one will really think anything of it. I can attach a phony name and ship registry to it, but that'll only last until someone actually looks out the viewport of their ship or one of the docking spires and sees me there. I'll alter my shape and color a bit so I'll be less obvious, but I'd bet you'll only have maybe... thirty-six hours before someone realizes it's me. And once they know <i>I'm</i> here..."\n\n"They'll know Cypher Ceed is here. Hopefully it won't take long to track these two down. They may be trained to fight, but they're royalty, how resourceful could they be?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Cypher5x3]]

"Well, I happen to have stun blasters that don't leave any marks," you note with a grin. "And I like how high the numbers under that picture are." You do find it a little hypocritical to go chasing after runaway teenagers (late teens you'd guess from the look) with the intent of returning them to their parents... but then, you kind of doubt anyone was willing to slap that many zeroes after a number for you. "I guess I could head to Mulsap Twelve and look for them."\n\n"Yeah, it's a helluva payday fer sure," Koro agrees with a bob of his shaggy head. "Would love ta get in on it m'self, but 'fraid you're on your own on this one."\n\n"Huh? How come?" you ask, glancing over at him. \n\n"Ehhhhh, I've been there before," he answers, rubbing the back of his head a bit, then shrugging. "Scummy but the administrator's pretty strict, says I can't come back 'til I've paid off the last time and then put down a security deposit."\n\nAh. Yeah, Doc Trace did mention something about Koro being rough on the surroundings when he got a head of steam behind him. You're musing on whether you're really ready to fly completely solo when Ami suddenly speaks up. "Um. I could go with you."\n\n"Hm?" You blink, turning towards her. "You want to go on the mission, Ami?"\n\n"W-well, I was... I was originally... sold... on Mulsap Twelve," she murmurs, glancing down and shifting her slightly hunched shoulders some. "My first owner lived there for awhile. I don't know it, like... super well... but I could at least help you find your way around. And... I don't want you to feel like you have to go alone," she adds in a whisper so quiet you can barely hear it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take her with you.|Cypher5x2]]\n\n[[Leave her here.|Cypher11x1]]

You think you have a pretty good idea of what a "Thrust Shaft" is... and think that you could do something interesting with that. Selecting Yuffie and tapping the option, you immediately order the drone, "Stop and stand up."\n\nYuffie unfreezes and walks in, raising her head just in time to see the drone rising to her feet, the petite girl's eyes widening at the strange sight of a naked rubber woman with cum dribbling out of its mouth-hole and onto its big rubber tits. Then she gasps, her whole body twitching and hips jerking as something happens at her crotch. Her already unbuttoned khaki shorts bulge at the crotch, the zipper quickly coming undone and spilling free the stiff, growing cock now jutting forward, her new heavy balls spilling over the fly. She jerks and twitches as the shaft keeps growing and thickening, already dripping with pre as it almost visibly throbs, her face flushed and lips parted with hard, panted breaths as she instinctively grips it with both hands and gives it a few strokes to try and relieve the pressure, crying out at the obviously intense new sensations running through her as you do.\n\n"Bend over the table and rest your hands on it," you murmur to the drone before getting up and casually walk over, closing and locking the door behind Yuffie before turning to her. "Whatsamatter, Yuff? Problem?" you ask sweetly.\n\n"I... I... w-what's happening to me, what is that thing, why is...?!" Yuffie stammers, her whole body shaking, small whimpers escaping her throat as she tries to stop jerking her new prick and can't quite make herself.\n\n"Oh, that? That's Tifa," you answer genially, smirking at Yuffie as she whips her head to look at you, jaw dropping. "Yeah, I turned her into a sex toy. She makes a good one, huh?"\n\n"Y-you... you can't... you gotta change her ba-" The words die as Yuffie's throat tightens at the sight of the Tifa drone bending over the table, its big, round rubber ass jutting towards the stiff-dicked girl, its pussy-hole and ass-hole on full display. Yuffie can't seem to tear her eyes away, her tongue even lolling out a bit as her hands move, milking more oozing drops of pre out of her prick.\n\n"How about instead, you go over there and give her a good fucking?" you murmur in Yuffie's ear. You use a quick flick of the debug window to undress the petite ninja, but you don't think she even notices, her eyes fixed guiltily and lustfully on her transformed friend's big, round rubber butt. "Use whatever hole you want. I bet the ass one feels really nice."\n\nYuffie takes a step forward, you think before she's even realized she has. She hesitates for a second, trembling, obviously fighting the lust coursing through her body with every throb of her own prick. But then with a moan she breaks down, racing over towards the barmaid-turned-fuckdoll and grabbing its hips, hauling them down until she can slam her throbbing prick into the drone's bump-textured third hole. The ninja's eyes roll up in her head and her tongue lolls out, an expression of complete and wanton pleasure on her face as she pounds away at her transformed friend's ass-hole, heavy hairless balls slapping against its black rubber cuntlips.\n\nYou shed the rest of your own clothes as you watch Yuffie fuck away at the Tifa drone with steadily decreasing hints of shame, drool running down the teen's chin as she slams her prick into the bumpy ass-tunnel of the rubber drone. You give yourself a few strokes as you ponder what would be the most fun... participating or watching.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck Yuffie's ass.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Urge Yuffie on.|FF7X14x2]]

While you like the idea of being strong, in good with Tifa, and a guy again, you've played this game before and as far as you recall, having early access to powerful materia could be a game-breaker. (You may have downloaded one or two hacked save files.) It's no debug menu access, but it could definitely make the game go a lot smoother. Shrugging, you press your hand against the image of 'Erica'.\n\nYou jerk a little as the ground below you abruptly moves, and keeps moving... in fact, it's rattling and jerking like the motion of a train. Because, you realize as you look around you, you're suddenly on a train, with the flashing lights of a nighttime city rushing by outside. You look down at yourself... yup, that's the body you saw on the image, but now it's yours, huge boobs and all. You're getting a feel for just how big they are when someone clears their throat. You look up to find Cloud, Barret, and... one of those NPC dudes, staring at you. Blushing a little, you drop your hands and say a little lamely, "Sorry, I... thought I'd dropped one of my materia."\n\nAll three just look at you for a moment more, before Barret gives a grunt and turns his attention back to the window, the others doing the same. Whew. Then the big man grunts again and announces, "Alright, fools! We're about there! Get ready!"\n\nYou can feel the train put on its brakes, and pull your staff off of your back. Okay, right, the game starts with like... an ambush at a train station, outside of a reactor. And you're here to blow up said reactor. Hoooo... well, you did pick this game! You move to one of the doors, waiting as you watch the station sliding into place outside, with several red-clad guards. When the doors slide open, you immediately leap out, smacking the nearest one over the head with the metal staff. He goes down like a ton of bricks. Hm, didn't the thing say that your physical stats weren't that good? ... Oh right, this is a scripted event! The actual fight doesn't come until-\n\nYou turn to find that most of the others, including Cloud, have hurried on past the platform... and that another set of armed guards are rushing right past them to head for you. Great programming, guys. You hurry to meet them, and find yourself instinctively settling into a battle pose with the staff, while the guards come to a halt about eight feet away and... one of them turns into a guard dog. Ooookay. All three of you just kinda jive in place for a second before a little window pops open in front of you, showing 'Ex-MAGE' in the name slot, as well as numbers and bars for your HP and MP. The HP's pretty abysmal as you might expect of a first level character... but your MP's already 99, which as you recall is pretty damn high for an early level char. There are also several lines, the first reading 'Attack', the second reading 'Bolt 1 | Bolt 2', the third 'Cure 1 | Cure 2', the fourth reading 'Summon Monster', the fifth 'Charm', and the sixth 'Escape'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack!|FF7F]]\n\n[["Bolt one!"|FF7F1x1]]\n\n[["Summon Monster?!"|FF7F3x1]]\n\n[["Charm?"|FF7F]]\n\n[[Escape.|FF7F]]\n\n[["how do i shot lightning"|FF7F2x1]]

"That's where we're going, Ami," you answer, patting her back a little and giving her a smile. "She said the station owns her, right? So I was about to ask you how we get to whoever runs this place."\n\n"Oh! Oh!" Despite the setting, she flings herself forward and wraps her arms around your neck in a hug. "Oh thank you thank you thank you!" she gushes, before drawing back with a quick sniffle. She nods, and ums. "Okay, we'll have to... take this to the Admin Ring and then I guess try to actually get to the manager's office to see him."\n\nAmi clings to your arm fairly tightly all through the trip, the tram mostly emptying out until there's only a small handful of beings in it by the time the voice drones out 'Administration Ring'. All of you file out into something like a miniature airport customs area, the train's occupants shuffling off towards different desks with signs over them. Seeing one that reads 'Administrative Appointments' and doesn't have a line, you make your way over to it, the rather skeletal robot behind it looking up, limbs whirring as it shifts them.\n\n"Good afternoon, do you have an appoint-" The robot stops with its solid jaw down, actually hanging in place for a second before it resumes. "The station manager has asked to see you, please head up the stairs behind me and head to the office at the back of the hall."\n\nYou blink. Well, that's... exactly what you want, which makes you reconsider whether you want it. You trade a glance with Ami, who seems nervous but gives you a nod of encouragement. The two of you turn and head up the curving staircase on the left of the area, up to the second level, and pass by several offices on your way to the doors marked 'Private' at the end, which grind open to admit you. The first thing you see is a haze of smoke, with a large cloud of it moving across the desk towards the back of the room. It gradually clears... well, as clear as the smoky room seems to get... to reveal what looks like nothing so much as a large, obese humanoid rhino smoking a cigar and wearing a white button-up shirt and black suit jacket, as well as smoking a cigar.\n\n"Come in, come in," he booms, gesturing to the chairs across the desk from him. You make your way down the short, shallow flight of steps in front of the doorway towards one of the seats, Ami seeming reluctant to draw away from you enough to sit down herself, but eventually doing so. As you hear the doors groan behind you again, the rhino-man continues. "So what brings Cypher Ceed to my station, and then further to my office, huh? Funny, don't recall seeing your name on any of the docking lists."\n\n"I heard information like that tends to get around in this place," you answer, trying your best for a neutral tone.\n\n"... Heh. Might be." He snorts, his nostrils flaring, then says, "My name's Orkin, I run this place, and I <i>do</i> like information. Because information is credits, and the thing I like <b>best</b> is credits. So consider this the fine for your little dock hack, however you did it... what <i>are</i> you doing here, boy?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You're here for Three.|Cypher5x7]]\n\n[[You're here for all the slaves.|Cypher]]

"Am-, er, do you think she-." You shake off that rather rude start, then look at 'Three' and smile. "Hi."\n\n"Oh, um, hi." The not-Ami Ami blinks and raises her broom-hand, waggling it a bit in a wave. She looks over at the more-dressed version. "Is this your owner?"\n\n"He's also my friend," 'your' Ami says quietly. "He's a good person, Three, he doesn't treat me like property, even if he does own me."\n\n"... Oh." Three blinks a little, her face blank as if she can't really process that thought.\n\n"Three, we're here looking for some people. Thieves, and..." You hesitate, but at your friend's urging look, you continue, "They're members of the Quatra royal family. Here." You bring out the datascroll Ami showed you how to use earlier, sliding out the clear screen from the silver cylinder to bring up the preloaded image of the twins. "Have you seen these two? Or heard anyone talk about them?"\n\n"Um... no, I don't think so," Three answers after several seconds looking at the picture, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. Oh..." She frowns. "... there was something..."\n\nYou blink, nodding eagerly. "Go on." \n\n"I don't know if it's any relation to what you're talking about," she answers, actually seeming a little more forward about it than 'your' Ami. Maybe spending so long on cleaning detail in that skimpy outfit has made her grow a thicker skin. "But I have heard people talking about a new dancer at a pleasure club called 'Nexus'. The name she dances under is 'Princess' and people do seem to think she's too graceful and pretty to be just any dancing girl from the backwater." Then she shakes her head. "It's probably just a stage name, though, I'm sorry I can't be any more help."\n\n"No, that's definitely something to go on. Thanks, Three," you answer with another nod.\n\n"Three," your friend says quietly, biting her lower lip. She squeezes her twin's arm gently, then draws away. "I'll... I'll try to come back and see you before we leave, okay?"\n\n"Okay, Two. It's nice to see you," the scantily-clad girl says in a tired tone, before turning back to her sweeping, eyes dropping.\n\nAs you and Ami walk away, she seems withdrawn onto herself even more. Until you're almost to the tram, when she grabs your arm. "Oh, Cypher, please," she whispers, looking up at you with tears in her pretty red eyes. "Please can't we do something for Three?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Of course.|Cypher5x6]]

"Since you know it best, let's check out Commerce Central," you suggest. "Besides, no matter what else they do here, chances are they'd need to shop for something sometime, right?"\n\n"Right." Ami smiles a bit, then glances around before pointing a bit. "That way, we need to take that tram."\n\nYou make your way with her to step into something that feels a bit like a subway car, complete with unidentifiable stains and uncertain but discomfiting smells. It rattles along its track(?) until announcing 'Commerce Central' in several languages as it screeches to a stop and the doors slide open. You step out into a high, vaulted area that looks three stories high or so, not unlike a dingy, gunmetal grey mall, with the bottom level (which you're on) dotted with stalls and their furiously hawking employees roughly in the middle of the wide walkway. You duck and weave your way through the crowds, continuing to make sure you keep your hand on Ami's back, looking back and forth as you look for a good place to start investigating, however that works. \n\nYou almost jump when Ami gives a bit of a cry and actually pulls away from your hand, darting through the crowd towards the space between two stores. "Three!" she calls, waving her hand.\n\nYou hurry after her, having a bit of a shock when you spot a girl identical to Ami, albeit wearing nothing but a pair of high-rise black panties, a black band around her breasts, and black slippers, brushing what looks like a broom with steel bristles across the floor. Her head jerks up, red eyes widening. "Two?"\n\n"Three!" Ami calls again, throwing her arms around the identical girl and hugging her tightly. "You're still here!"\n\nYou arrive next to them, doing your best to block several curious stares with your back as the scantily-clad version of your friend somewhat awkwardly hugs her back, trying not to hit her in the head with the broom handle. "Vazha went broke. He defaulted on his rent and left in the middle of the night three months overdue. The entire stock of Amis and Abes he had became station property after that."\n\n"Oh Three," Ami murmurs, sounding on the verge of tears as she squeezes into the hug tighter. Sniffling, she steps back, still keeping hold of her twin's free hand as she looks at you. "Um, this is the third AMI from my production batch. I was the second. We were both in a store here together. I... I never thought I'd see her again."\n\n<hr>\n[[Let them have their reunion, then move on.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Maybe, ah, Three can help?|Cypher5x5]]

"Yeah. Yeah, that's what I thought you'd s-"\n\n"No, Jor, I mean... leave this lifestyle," you say gently. "Give up being an adventurer. As long as you're stuck in this cycle of... having to do what you do, being defined by the skills you picked up in that childhood you hated, you're not going to be happy. Because eventually you're always going to need to pick locks or pick pockets or stab someone in the kidney and every time it's just going to remind you that doing all that is what keeps you here. I just think you'd be happier having a life that's not... this."\n\n"... What sort of life?" he asks, half dismissively and half wistfully. "What am I good for if not that?"\n\n"There's a lot of things in the world. Be a... be an innkeeper, be a salesman, hell, go somewhere and be a farmer." At his snort, you add with gentle pressure, "Jura's still out there somewhere, isn't she?"\n\n"... Yeah," he says, his voice soft. "I got someone to take her in, and a lot of what I make goes towards sending it to 'em to keep putting her up."\n\n"Wouldn't it be better to make a <i>home</i>?" you urge. "Somewhere she can be happy and safe, but also with you? Maybe where you can even find someone to be with, make a family?"\n\n"That stuff's not for guys like me," he murmurs, head shaking in the dark.\n\n"You don't have to be that guy anymore. You can go and be someone new."\n\nHe's quiet for a long while. Eventually he speaks up again. "What about the others?"\n\n"I'll make them understand you had your own reasons for leaving. We'll be okay. I promise." You hesitate a little, then add, "I'll take care of them for you. I promise that too."\n\nSilence stretches out in the dark room again. Finally, you see the faint outline of Jor rise from his chair and cross to the door. The brighter light of the hallway spills in, silhouetting him, leaving just the faintest impression of his features there. "... Goodbye," he rasps quietly, before stepping outside and walking away.\n\nYou take a deep breath and let it out, hoping you made the right decision. You stand and move to the lamp, turning it up brighter, finding that several bags are still there, but that there's also something on the table near the candle... a leather roll. Curious, you walk over and carefully undo the tie keeping it closed, then roll it out on the table, revealing a number of metal implements. Some of them vaguely resemble dental tools from your world, others thin bars with 'teeth' at one end, with a few others less obvious and even more mystical.\n\nChuckling softly, you start rolling up the thieves' tools again. "Guess I'd better start practicing."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGMonk11endA1xEnd]]

"Let's go take a look out in the woods," you say, picking up one of the camp lanterns and turning off your flashlight in favor of it. "Maybe just a short one, though."\n\n"You don't think there are actually wolves out there, do you?" Leslie asks after you've walked out the back door and start making your way across the rather overgrown lawn towards the dark of the woods, the trunks and their mostly-bare branches looking completely black even under a full moon, tangled limbs winding together like a thatched roof made of scraggly black bones. "I mean, not werewolves, of course, that's dumb," she hastens to amend, forcing a somewhat shaky smile as she edges in closer to your side. "Just, y'know. ... Actual wolves. Which will still sort of actually kill you."\n\n"I looked it up once, the last reported wolf sighting in this area was in 1927," you reply dryly, glancing aside at your friend. "It was a mostly-starved thing that a farmer shot for coming up to drink out of his horse trough during a drought. Look, we won't stay long, okay? We'll just try to spot where they might have filmed the scene and then go back, and tell the boys we heard wolves howling," you add with a smirk.\n\n"Heh, yeah, good idea."\n\nShe still sticks rather close to your side as the two of you enter the woods, walking among the dark, almost slimy-looking trunks. At one point there's a rustle from above, and Leslie gives a shriek and hops over towards you, clinging to your arm and trembling... then sagging at an owl's hoot and the pump of wings amidst another rustle.\n\n"Jesus! I almost peed myself!" she whines, then looks at you with a pouty expression. "Cyaaaan, let's go back!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Urge her onward.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Turn and go back.|GGHH11x2]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|GGHH12x1]]

"Oh that TOTALLY works for me!" you declare, grinning wickedly as you grab Viorika by the thighs, hefting her up and turning to brace her back against your steed's ribs.\n\n"Yaaaaay!" she squeals, moaning eagerly as she shifts her hips and wraps her legs around your middle, helping you slide inside her. You lean forward to let your tits press to hers as you start fucking her, watching her cute face as she drapes her arms around your shoulders and starts moaning. "Mmmn, big sister's cock is soooo good!"\n\n'Being a demon is really the best,' you think smugly as you pump away at your new little sister's tight, eager blue pussy.\n\nOnce the two of you have fucked quite a bit and exchanged plenty of energy, insuring that she's roughly up to your own level, you both climb atop your steed and set out again. Viorika cuddles up against your back, arms around your middle, and explains what she was doing out here in the first place. "I discovered an old tome that had instructions on how to find an ancient armory left over from one of the first Demon Lord Wars."\n\n"Hmmmm..." That's not stirring anything in your memory... must not have wound up getting included in the ancestral knowledge that came with becoming a demon. "So, antiques?"\n\n"No no, those wars were from the days when the Lower Planes were at their peak. Practically any demon could become a full Lord almost at a whim because the sources of energy were so numerous and easy to find. That's why the wars started. But it also means that any weapons that are left in there are probably charged with so much energy that anyone who could actually get their hands on them could become the first Grand Satan in living memory."\n\n"Huh. Okay, I get it," you acknowledge, nodding thoughtfully. "That's a mighty score. So how'd you wind up sprawled in the wastes dying instead of ruling the Lower Planes?"\n\n"There's a Draegon that's taken up residence in the ruins where the armory is located. I was lucky to escape as it was, even though it was definitely only barely taking notice with me. And probably playing with me even then."\n\nAh, that'd do it. Powerful demon-dragons, Draegons are something closer to a deity than any beast or lord that might otherwise prowl the wastes. Depending on just how old and powerful of a Draegon it was, there's every possibility that if it had actually become annoyed or angered at Viorika, it could have just <i>thought</i> her out of existence if she didn't have the proper shielding. "Well, it still sounds like something we should try to get our hands on. What should we do?"\n\n"I've been thinking about that," Viorika admits. "And I have a plan. There's a series of tunnels beneath the ruins that I think we could use to avoid the Draegon and approach the armory's supposed location. But there's plenty of monsters and hazards down there too. I think we'd still need weapons, good ones, but I believe I know where we can get some too! I came across Hrungar in my original journies out here."\n\n"Hrungar, the mastersmith?"\n\n"Yes, he's exiled himself because his work wasn't being appreciated. We might not be able to get any of his best work, but there's a chance we could get something at least, the two of us hit it off fairly well."\n\nHm. What you know of Hrungar says he's touchy and difficult to convince, but you don't exactly have any first, or even second-hand experience to contradict Viorika's account. And your innate arrogance says that you could handle this even as naked as you are...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go see Hrungar.|GGHell3x3]]\n\n[[Head towards the ancient armory.|GGHell]]

You're too confused and mixed up right now to do anything. You clamber down from the tree and head to the mall, in sudden desperate need of a smoothie.\n\nA bit later, as you sit sipping your smoothie, you start to calm down and convince yourself to just butt out. Is it really your business, in the end? I mean, it's your family, sure, but it's sort of your Mom's private life... kind of between her and Dad, isn't it? Something feels vaguely wrong with this logic, but then nothing about the situation seems exactly right, does it? Still, right or wrong, by the time you've finished your smoothie, you've resolved to keep what you saw to yourself. You wait until it's well into evening to return, to find both your parents home and life going on as if part of your worldview hadn't been shattered.\n\nThe overwhelming normalcy actually kind of soothes you after awhile, though. Nothing seems all that different as days and then weeks go by, and sometimes you almost question whether you really saw what you saw. Well, you know you did, but if things can seem this normal with that having happened, maybe it's not even that big a deal after all. You eventually resolve to stop thinking about it entirely.\n\nThat is, of course, until it shows up and introduces itself to you again. You're sitting at the mall one day, sipping on another smoothie and sadly pondering the impending death of your summer vacation, when someone walks up and settles into the seat across from you. You stare for a moment, wondering what the hell some adult woman is doing infringing on your personal space, before your eyes widen as you recognize the brown hair in a ponytail and the smart suit. You can't see the fancy hairclasp from this angle, but the knowing grin she gives you makes seeing it a bit unnecessary.\n\n"Hey there. Cyan, right? You're Jocasta's daughter."\n\n"Um," you respond wittily.\n\n"No, it's alright. I know this is sudden. I was just passing by and I saw you over here. I thought I'd come and say hello," she says, giving a little flick of a hand and showing off perfectly-manicured nails painted a deep, dark red. Her grin grows more knowing as she leans forward some, dark eyes meeting yours. "And, of course, to thank you for not saying anything. I know that must have been difficult for you."\n\nYou stare at her for a moment more, then cast your eyes to one side, sullenly taking a few more sips from your straw before answering. "How'd you know I saw you?"\n\n"You're not quite as hidden from below in that tree as you think you are. But I also pride myself on being perceptive, so there's that... your mother didn't say anything, so I doubt she noticed you. My name is Amethyst, by the way, nice to meet you." She winks, still smiling. "It's okay if you don't want to say the same. Yet. Though I'd like to think you and I could get along well."\n\nThat's enough to have you set down your cup and stare at her in open disbelief. "<i>Really</i>?"\n\n"Listen, I'm not going to try and convince you that my having 'extramarital relations' with your mother is some sort of noble thing," Amethyst explains, putting a hand to her chest. "I'm not interested in that sort of viewpoint, anyway. What we do isn't just about sex... not that it's about romance, either."\n\nYou stare at her, cogs ticking around in your head, before your cheeks color. "What, seriously?! You're a dom-" Wincing as you realize your voice has risen, you duck your head and glance around, seeing if anyone noticed.\n\nOne elegantly-plucked eyebrow quirks. "My my, you think fast. How in the world did you realize that so qui-" She glances to one side, seeing a display of movies that are currently out, and makes a bit of a face. "Oh. Yes. Well, let's... not get into that. I suppose there are certain parallels, but God forbid my life ever turn into such a painfully unimaginative screed."\n\n"But that's why you and my Mom are...?"\n\n"I wouldn't go so far as to say it's the <i>only</i> reason. Scarlet has told me often enough that she loves your father, and I believe her, but there are simply certain kinds of satisfaction he can't give her. And she wanted them, and made the choice to have them, and some time later here we are sitting in the food court having this little discussion." Amethyst quirks both brows this time, lacing her fingers together and resting her chin atop them as she props her elbows on the tabletop. "It's both quite a simple choice and a vastly complex one, as most emotional and physical needs are. Though I suppose one way to understand it a little bit would be to experience what she decided she needed for yourself."\n\nYou stare at her again, this time feeling a little shiver that you're not entirely sure of the origin of run up and then back down your spine. "You're... you're seriously suggesting that you... and I...?"\n\n"Why not?" Amethyst's smile is particularly sultry now, dark eyes dancing as she watches you with an unerring and steady gaze. "You've been confused and conflicted, haven't you? Many people find that after such a session they're remarkably more clear-headed. In this case, it would certainly help lend context to the issue you've been trying to understand. I'm not promising you'll like the context once you find it, but I am offering to give it to you."\n\nSo basically, your mother's lesbian lover is offering to take you back to her place and dominate you. Sexually. That is, if you want her to. ... Well.\n\n<hr>\n[[No way!|GGParentPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hell. Why not?|GGParent1x5]]

"Hm, alright." You slip off of your steed's back, making your way to squat down in front of her. Soon you're sporting a fairly weighty blue shaft and balls, the shadow of it falling across her face as she looks up longingly. "Take what you need, then."\n\nMoaning softly in gratitude, the demoness raises her head a bit feebly and wraps her lips around your cockhead. But the moment you start the flow of energy to her, like a steady stream of pre, much of her exhaustion seems to disappear. She begins bobbing her head frantically up and down your cock, gulping it and the energy down like, well, like a woman dying of thirst finally finding a river. The noises of your cock plunging down her throat are practically overlapping with each other with just how eagerly she's fucking her face onto your prick.\n\nThough it certainly feels great on a purely physical level, you're actually far more interested by the changes that start to come over her body. It starts in her lips and throat, the pale purple color shifting to a pale blue and spreading out from there. You also watch as her hair turns short, black, and wild, as her horns shift in shape and position, becoming more like your own. Even her body begins to change, going from the relatively voluptuous (if obviously somewhat diminished) figure she had to one more resembling yours, her breasts becoming similarly-shaped if rather smaller, the same for her hips and rear. Her tail even changes to be virtually identical to yours, albeit with a somewhat more heart-shaped tip. Looking a bit surprised, she opens her now (identical to your own) yellow eyes and looks up at you, the sight enough to make you grunt and grab her head, shoving her down on you as you start spilling your load down her throat.\n\nBy the time you've finished feeding her a load of your cum, she no longer looks in any danger of dissipating, and her transformation seems to be complete. While her face looks the same as it did before, it's taken on a more youthful aspect, and her somewhat diminished proportions put her closer to your original human host's, making her look a bit your junior. As you release her head, she slides it up and off with a soft 'pop' from her lips, the two of you getting to your feet. Though you think she was probably taller than you before, she's now at least several inches shorter. "Well that was an experience!" she announces in a chipper tone, putting her hands on her hips, tail flicking.\n\n"Mhm. I'm new-made and have a lot of energy to work with... it must have caused my pattern to imprint on yours, especially since yours was so weak at the time," you muse aloud, rubbing your chin as you look her up and down.\n\n"Seems like! I think you kinda, eheh, imprinted on me," she adds sheepishly, tapping her index fingers together and smiling a little shyly at you. "My name's Viorika. Um, even though I was the older demon, it seems like you're the more powerful and since you already imprinted your pattern on me and stuff, maybe I could be like..." She puts her fingertips together and sways back and forth a bit. "... your little sister?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Very yes! Little sister get!|GGHell3x2]]\n\n[[Hahahahano fuck off with that weeb shit.|GGHell]]

"... Yeah. Yeah, okay," you say after a few moments of mulling it over. You're not entirely sure why you're agreeing, other than the fact that what she's said somehow makes sense on some level. Or at least, has made you curious. "I guess I can... try it."\n\n"Good." Amethyst's eyes sparkle as she stands up, beckoning you to join her as she starts walking away, her stride smooth and perfectly practiced to create the perfect subtle roll of her hips and clack of her heels on the floor. "Follow me then."\n\n'What am I doing,' you think as you stand as well, tossing your cup into the trash in passing as you follow after her. She leads the way out into the parking lot, and over to a very sleek luxury car that beeps as you stop next to it. "... So you do this for money or something?" you ask as you finally move to the passenger side door, sliding into the embarrassingly comfortable black leather seat (that's not at all hot despite the summer heat, presumably due to a mix between the heavily tinted windows and some expensive feature.\n\n"If you're asking me if your mother pays me, the answer is no," Amethyst answers as she pulls out of the parking spot and heads out to the roads, the ride smoother than almost anything you've ever felt. "I don't charge the women I dominate and have sex with. I do, however, charge the men that I dominate and don't have sex with. Some of them are even aware that I have no interest in their cocks, that they even disgust me... those men pay me much, much more," she practically purrs, eyes glittering wickedly before she does a quick glance at you. "What about you, Cyan? Do you like girls?"\n\n"I... I never really thought-" you start, only to cut yourself off in shock as one of her hands leaves the wheel and moves over, calmly and deftly undoing the button of your black jeans. "I, um... I..." You gasp as her hand slips down the front of your pants and under your panties, fingers moving deftly over your slit even in the tight space. You bite your lower lip and let your eyes close, muffling a bit of a whimper. Your breath starts coming faster, your heart beating as you squirm in place, feeling her fingers playing over your pussy. "I never... thought I might like girls," you manage, your voice shaking.\n\n"And yet here you are, your pussy getting wet because a woman is stroking it," she coos, then gives a light laugh as she worms a gasp that's almost a cry out of you by rubbing your clit, your hips jerking off the seat and towards her hand. "My my, you must be terrible at being a straight girl, Cyan." \n\nYour already hot blush deepens at that, your fingers gripping the edge of the seat as her fingertips continue gently working over your folds, before carefully sliding one a bit inside you, working in and out slowly. You press your head back against the seat, breaths coming in quick pants between your parted lips as she continues to play with you. She works you right up to the edge several times, making you tremble in the car seat as other cars slip by outside and the town moves around you. Around the time she starts pulling into the parking structure of a large, glamorous high-rise she finally focuses on rubbing your clit and makes you cum, leaving you shaking against the leather seat as your body trembles in sensation.\n\nBy the time you calm down the car is parked, and Amethyst is sitting in her own seat, hand back out of your pants and resting on the center console. You blush again, clearing your throat to try and compose yourself. "So, uh... that... that all there is to it?"\n\n"You'd be surprised how much of 'it' there was to that, darling," she explains with a little laugh again, her eyes twinkling. "Think about it. I not only had control of the car, this powerful, even deadly machine, and thus control over your safety and where we were going. I mixed it with controlling your pleasure... deciding exactly when you were allowed to feel it, when you were allowed to cum. Add in the danger of someone possibly seeing through the tint as we drove by... imagine, if you will, if I'd decided to drive past a bunch of your friends, have you squirming and writhing in the seat while I fingered your pussy, with everyone you know outside, just a sheet of dark glass between you and humiliation, the utter destruction of your reputation. And there's me... creating all that danger, controlling it, deciding how much of it there is and just how close to the edge of it we come, deciding at any moment that I might simply send us both toppling over. Or maybe just you."\n\nYou swallow hard, feeling a strange mixture of terror and arousal that makes you squirm in place. "O-okay. So, uh... so that's-"\n\n"Strip."\n\nYou just stare at her for a moment. "What?"\n\n"We're going to go up to my apartment now. But you're going up naked. Before you get out of the car, strip. Leave your clothes here," she says, all the laughter gone out of her face, every line of it composed and solemn. "You can leave your shoes on until we get there. You should be able to get those jeans over them."\n\n"I... but..." You glance towards the dim, deserted-looking parking lot, but can't help but picture a huge crowd suddenly stepping out from behind the cars the moment you step out of this one nude. "Someone might see us, and-"\n\n"Yes, I'd be in an awful lot of trouble, wouldn't I? Gallivanting around with a naked teenager in broad daylight, I daresay I'd be locked up before nightfall." Some of the glitter comes back into Amethyst's eyes, lips curling up at the edges just slightly. "And you'd become 'that girl caught naked with a lesbian dominatrix', for I'm sure it would get out. You know how things tend to. I daresay your social life would be ruined. Quite dangerous. But you see, that's what I do, Cyan. I don't just dominate, I drag people out of their nice, safe lives for a little while and I make them play with danger in one way or another."\n\n"... What if I don't want to play with danger?"\n\n"Then button your pants up instead of taking them off," Amethyst answers, quirking her eyebrows. "I'll take you home. You'll have had a little taste of what your mother experiences, maybe a little insight into why she needs it so badly. Do with that knowledge what you will. I'm not here to threaten you or make you do anything. There's no blackmail, no pressure... just an invitation for more." She gives a slight nod towards your lower body. "So. On, or off?"\n\nYou bring your hands to the button of your jeans, hesitating briefly...\n\n<hr>\n[[On.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Off.|GGParent1x6]]

Well, you've got the whole day. Just eating one chocolate at a time, maybe a few minutes apart, should take you through to when Allen will arrive, and hopefully he'll have some nice romantic plans by then. So you start off by picking up one of the dome-shaped candies and popping it into your mouth, chewing slowly. It turns out to be a thin chocolate shell, filled with something kind of thick and creamy and sweet. Not bad at all! You pick up the box and carry it over to your crafts desk, starting to get everything laid-out, then snagging one of the spherical, drizzle-topped candies and popping it in your mouth. These are apparently the sort with lots of air pockets inside, making it puffy and light. Not bad! After a bit of working on a wreath-style heart decoration for the front door, you pop the third kind of candy into your mouth. It turns out to be sort of marshmallow-y... puffy and chewy and expanding a little as you chew it from your saliva and the warmth of your mouth. Huh! An odd sort of inclusion in a box of chocolates, but definitely not bad!\n\nYou continue to work for a little, occasionally popping a chocolate in your mouth, half-unconsciously sticking to the same order. It's very gradual, leading you to not really notice it as you go on, but your body begins to change just a tiny bit with each chocolate. Every time you munch one of the cream-filled domes, your breasts swell up a little bit, gradually filling your bra out further. Every time you crunch into one of the caramel-topped air-puffed candies, your blonde hair gets a little thicker and wavier, and you find yourself giggling quietly for no real reason. And every time you eat one of the marshmallows, your body gets just a tiny bit more cushy, the very faintest layer of extra padding applied to your butt, hips, and legs. And your skin shades just the slightest bit darker with each one.\n\nAfter awhile, you get up from your crafts desk and head to the front door, a bit more flounce in your step than usual, your ass jiggling a little in your jeans and breasts wobbling slightly in the confines of your bra. You hang out the heart-wreath, then step back inside, pausing in front of the hallway mirror. Your brow furrows slightly... is something... different? Did your blouse always look quite that tight? Were these jeans always so form-fitting? Was your hair this full this morning? That thought makes you giggle... why protest something like that? You look totally hot! You've obviously just gotten a nice tan lately without noticing it! ... Wait, where did you get a tan? When?\n\nThinking is sort of hard, which is odd in itself. Is something different...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Definitely!|HolVal]]\n\n[[Psh, naw!|HolVal2x2]]

Nah, don't be silly! You feel totally great! You eat another cream-filled in celebration, then give a squeal and an airheaded laugh as your bra finally snaps, your tits spilling free to press directly against your blouse. Oh gosh! It must have, like, shrunk in the wash or something! That was totally surprising! You reach in, hand rubbing against your big brown tits as you fish out the bra and toss it aside idly. It's broken, why bother thinking about it anymore? You decide to head over to the couch to see if there's anything good on TV, carrying your chocolates with you. \n\nSome courtroom dramas and daytime talk shows later, the doorbell rings. You blink, looking over at it. Oh gosh, was someone coming over today? How totally silly of you to forget! You bounce to your feet, not even noticing as several of the buttons on your blouse pop from your enlarged tits jiggling, the big brown orbs halfway spilling out of your shirt and forming a great deal of cleavage. You flounce your way to the door, chest and butt jiggling, and open it up. Standing there is a handsome black-haired man, lightly muscular, wearing glasses and a red flannel shirt over a tight black t-shirt and jeans. "Oh! Like, hi Allen!" you greet with a giggle. "I tooootally forgot you were coming over! Like, sorry, an' junk! Um, c'mon in!" You give another giggle as you step back and gesture for him to enter.\n\n"Hey there, Holly." Allen smirks as he saunters inside, stopping in the entryway to let you close the door behind him. "No comments on how I'm not exactly dressed for Valentine's Day?"\n\n"Oh, don't be silly!" you answer with another giggle, lightly slapping his shoulder, even that movement making your huge brown tits wobble. "You're, like, a man! You can wear whatever you want, silly head!"\n\n"That's right, guess I can." Chuckling, Allen unzips the front of his jeans, fishing out his cock, waggling the mostly-hard thing at you.\n\nOoo! You know what to do with cocks! You settle down onto your knees in front of him, immediately wrapping a hand around the base of it and stroking, sliding your puffy lips over the head of it and slurping with your tongue while looking up at him worshipfully. His cock quickly stiffens fully, getting nice and long and fat between your lips as you bob your head, gulping more of him down while he moans quietly. Gosh, why didn't you spend all your time sucking his cock before? It feels so good to be down on your knees with his prick between your lips! You undo your blouse, letting your fat brown tits spill free completely, the big globes wobbling heavily as you wiggle your way out of the shirt and drop it to the floor before going back to focusing on sucking dick.\n\n"Mmm, fuck, you even smell like chocolate now, you stupid slut," Allen groans as he twines his fingers in your thick blonde hair. You giggle happily around his cock at that. That's such a nice thing of him to say! In gratitude you quickly slide down the rest of his cock, not a hint of gag reflex to stop you from gulping it right down your eager throat, bobbing your head eagerly over his length. "Yeah, that's it, take it all, you dumb bitch," he gasps out as you press your swollen lips to the root of his prick. Soon Allen's fucking your face, leaving you to hold onto his hips while his length pumps between your lips, you sucking and slurping for all you're worth while he uses your face to get off, your pussy practically soaking through your jeans when he pulls out and spurts his cum into your open mouth and across your jutting tongue.\n\nAllen hauls you to your feet, leaning down to start sucking and licking at one of your fat cocoa-colored nipples, making you moan like the wanton slut you are. You gasp loudly in pleasure as he squeezes your tit roughly, encouraging a flow of the sweet, sugary cream filling your brown udders into his mouth. While he continues to suckle at your tits, gulping down the cream filling, he reaches down to unbutton your jeans and haul them down, the waistband indenting your generous, bouncy ass, which springs free once the jeans and your panties are down. He grabs two handfuls of it and kneads, letting his fingers sink into the yielding, pillowy flesh, making you squeal and moan happily. After a few minutes of amusing himself with fondling and playing with your body, he shifts and moves behind you, shoving you forward to bend you over against the wall, barely giving you time to brace your hands before he shoves his cock roughly into your sodden cunt and starts pounding away. You moan and gasp and squeal and generally make a fool of yourself with your vocalizations, your eyes rolling up and your tongue lolling out, a smile indicative of just how little brains are in your head curling your puffy dicksucking lips.\n\n"Look at you, completely lost in this," Allen grunts as he pounds away, hips slapping against your fat ass making it wobble and jiggle, all the moreso as he delivers a deliberate spank with one hand that makes you yip happily. He pulls out of your pussy, taking only a moment to reaim the tip of his cock at your tight little pucker, then slowly pushing in, making you moan like an eager whore as he spreads you open. "Heh, would never let me do this before, now I bet you'd beg for more!"\n\n"Ooo, oo yes bae, fuck my butt with your big dick!" you gasp back, wiggling your hips to make your ass and tits shake, milky sugar cream dripping from your fat, swollen nipples.\n\n"S'what I thought. God, that candy really did turn you into some sort of chocolate superslut," Allen grunts as he starts pounding your asshole even harder than he was fucking your pussy. "Didn't quite believe that candy shop bitch when she said it would, but here you are, fuuuuck. I wonder if I should sell you to her like she offered, or keep you like I planned...?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Sell me!"|HolVal]]\n\n[["Keep me!"|HolVal]]

What could possibly be different? Giggling aloud at how silly you are, you practically skip back to the arts and crafts table to pick up the box of chocolates and then sashay to your computer desk, boobs bouncing in the tight confines of your bra and swelling up just a little bigger as you pop another of the cream-filled chocolates into your mouth. You plop down at the computer desk and munch another air-puffed candy, then spend a second remembering which one is the on switch before getting all started up. You nibble a marshmallow, wiggling your full, denim-clad ass against your computer chair as it swells a tiny bit, then start typing, occasionally eating another chocolate as you do.\n\n'So everyone, it's time for Valentines Day again! That day for lovers, or just for dreamers. Some find themselves sad on this day, which is always sad, because you shouldn't be sad. There are always reasons to not be sad! Like if you're sad just try not to be sad so much because there's lots of things to be happy for on valentines day. Like chocolate! Chocolate is really good. Its super good you guys oh my gosh its so good. I got some chocolates from my boyfriend and they are like really really good Ive been eating them all day. I made this wreath thing for the door and I was eating them while I was doing it and it was like really fun because i was making the valnetines day thing but also i was having choclate and they r just supr gud. its grate wen ur boyfrien givs u stuf 2 show he luvs u i red this story were a guy gave his babymama his blud after an car reck even tho he thot he wud die if he did liek if u crai evrytiem'\n\nYou let out a long, luxurious sigh and lean your head back, running your fingers through your thick, wavy blonde locks, giving your head a shake and arching your back, your bra straining to contain the pale brown tits practically overflowing it. Oh wow, writing is so hard! But you did such a good job! You read over your blog post again and nod thoughtfully. The starting bit is a little smartypants but all that stuff at the end is really great! That story was so good!\n\n... Wait, didn't you used to think that story was the dumbest thing you ever heard? You kind of... sort of... remember thinking that? You put a fingertip to your slightly puffy lips, trying to think. And you didn't used to think that writing was that hard, did you? You're pretty sure you never put so much effort into it before or felt like you'd exhausted yourself doing it. You look down at yourself, noticing the fact that the buttons of your blouse are stretched rather tight, showing some space betweeen them. Didn't it fit when you put them on? Your jeans feel pretty tight too, and you're fairly sure they were at least a little bit roomy when you put them on this morning.\n\nCould the chocolate have...? Maybe you're having some sort of reaction to it, or... or, ummmm... something?\n\n<hr>\n[[Like, yeah!|HolVal]]\n\n[[Nah, totes fine!|HolVal2x3]]

Ah, spring is sprung, and it's time for an overabundance of pastels and garden parties where the weather is just slightly too bad to really have a garden party but it's spring so you have a garden party, until things transition to the period where the weather is just slightly too bad to have a barbecue but it's summer so you have a barbecue.\n\nAhem.\n\nIn any event! Time to get to work on the upcoming event, and that's-\n\n[[Easter.|HollyEasterStart]]\n\n[[One of those damn garden parties.|HollyGPStart]]

"You sound like you have some experience with that," you say slowly. "Is it because of how you look? I mean... I know a lot of people must be afraid of Tieflings because of their appearance, but they're also not <i>that</i> rare, are they?" Assuming you wound up in an edition where they're their own race rather than just popping up occasionally.\n\nAmana laughs, just a trace of bitterness in it. "It's true, we are not such a rare sight that most immediately set to screaming when they see us. But even among Tieflings, our bodies can be... different. Some have feet, some have hooves, some have horns and tail, some have one or neither. There are a number of... variations... and some are less socially accepted than others." She looks at you for long moments, then stands up. "You are unable to hide your own difference from the 'humanoid norm', and will soon have to deal with that when we arrive among humans. I think it only fair that you know of what I speak."\n\n"You don't have to if you don't want to," you assure her, albeit unable to keep the curiosity out of your voice.\n\nShe hesitates, then smiles at you, a little sadly. She undoes a few hidden catches on the front of her robes, then shrugs her shoulders to let them slide off and drop to the ground. She's completely naked underneath, revealing all of that smooth red skin. She has fairly large breasts... nowhere near as big as yours, but at least a D-cup, her nipples an inky black color. She does indeed have hooves, her legs set up a bit differently below the knees to allow her to stand properly on them. But you suppose what she means is between those two things... the fairly sizeable crimson cock dangling limply from her crotch.\n\n"The 'halfs' are rare among Tieflings, but we are known," Amana says, spreading her hands slightly, as if to show how she's no longer hiding anything. "And there are many stereotypes about us. That we are more inclined to evil and wickedness than even most Tieflings. That we are driven to spawn devils on anything female we come across. Or simply that we are indiscriminate in our lovers, with a sex drive so powerful we have little or no control."\n\n"Um. Wow. That sucks. I mean, that people say that about you," you reply, admittedly a bit distracted by the sight of her cock... especially as it slowly starts to rise, growing longer and thicker as it stiffens. Your cheeks color and you glance up, finding that Amana's face is red(der than usual) as well.\n\n"It... may indeed be true that we have a more powerful sexual drive than most," Amana allows, a hand starting to wander towards her stiff prick, before she adjusts its course and forces it against her hip instead. "But I am firmly in control of it, I assure you."\n\n"No, I believe you," you answer, shifting a bit in place. Admittedly, the sight of her naked body... so obviously crafted for sex that it makes you wonder if her ancestor was an incubus or succubus (or maybe both)... is having an affect on yours, and you can feel your nipples stiffening against the metal rings of your chain shirt.\n\n<hr>\n[[Assure her you trust her.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Offer to help with her urges.|GGCentaur]]

You're tired, it's been... an exceptionally long day, all things considered. Besides, whatever else might be bothering Shae or on her mind, it's her own business whether she wants to share it with you.\n\nWhen awhile goes past without her saying anything, you shift around and eventually lay back against your own lower half, settling your hands on your stomach and eventually going to sleep. You awaken in the morning to the sounds of the camp coming alive, Bane yawning and moving to cook breakfast, which definitely gets the day off to a good start. Once the lot of you are on the road, you trot up next to Amana's horse. "So where are we going?"\n\n"A settlement called Kloffeld. They decided to settle in some old ruins of a lost civilization, believing them completely empty. Recent reports of strange goings-on would seem to indicate that they are not. Such things are something of a... preoccupation of mine, so we have accepted an invitation to go and investigate. If we can resolve the issue, they will pay... well, not handsomely, but perhaps 'good looking enough to not be ashamed at waking up next to'," she adds with a soft laugh.\n\nYou laugh as well, the party chit-chatting their way through the day on the road. Once camp is called, you once again help set things up, and help yourself to another delicious dinner made by Bane. Eventually the others retire to their tents, save for Amana, who settles in by the fire. "Oh, you're on watch tonight?"\n\n"Yes. I only rarely do so, as I generally require a fair bit of sleep to make sure my abilities are ready each day. But as the last few days have been peaceful, I offered to take a watch... while there is practicality to consider, I admit that I am annoyed that I'm not able to do more and more often when it comes to standing watch."\n\n"Hey, I don't mind the company," you comment with a grin. "Could be worse, I could only have the horses to talk to."\n\n"Yeeees, I do apologize about that as well," the tiefling says with a sight, her tail flicking back and forth. "Bane meant well, but for as charming as he can be, he still sometimes doesn't think things out before he says them or suggests them."\n\n"Nah, it's no big deal, don't worry about it."\n\n"Thank you for your tolerance." She smiles again, firelight reflecting in her red eyes, making them seem to glow even brighter. "I suppose that is what this group is all about, after all. Tolerance... showing it to each other as the world does not show it to us. But even we must sometimes take time to adjust to those with... different... bodies, I'm afraid."\n\nThe way she says 'different bodies' and that some tension enters her voice catches your attention. There's a story there... the question is, do you want to ask for it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Press.|GGCentaur3x2]]\n\n[[Leave it be.|GGCentaur4x1]]

You pick up the papers and start slowly reading through the code, flipping back and forth here and there. At first it seems like almost gibberish, but gradually it starts making more and more sense to you, the arguments and checks all falling into place. "This... it goes through and it first makes a list of everyone that's had an account at this bank for more than ten years. Then it checks whether they've ever logged in to the bank's website or if they have an email registered. If they haven't or don't, it keeps them on the list, and adds a flag that... I don't get what this means right here."\n\n"It's an internal flag, you wouldn't have any way to know," the pink girl says, though she sounds fairly impressed, a fact which makes your cheeks color a little. "It's a flag the bank uses to say that the account can't be accessed until it's logged on to from the website to confirm the user is who they say they are. Incoming deposits can still be made, but all withdrawals are blocked."\n\nYou frown at that, flipping through some more of the pages. "Some of these accounts have the birthdate visible... the majority of those are-"\n\n"Yeah, the sixties and prior."\n\nYou slowly close the sheaf of papers. "So it's all older people."\n\n"Not all. Some of them are just people who aren't good with computers and do their banking the old-fashioned way. But yeah, these people who probably can't really use the internet are being locked out of their bank accounts, unable to pay bills or anything else, unless they log on to the internet."\n\nYou frown, sitting back in your chair. "So couldn't they just call the bank's help line?"\n\n"That's where the insidious part comes in. Now we don't have any proof of this yet, but we think that this hidden program adds another, invisible flag to the account. When the phone monkey at the help center accesses the locked account, that flag is triggered and they briefly see the proper amount that should be in it... before it zeroes out." There's a slight shift from the surgical mask that you think means she's grinning as your eyes widen. "That's right, the bank thinks it's some bug in their systems and their fault. So of course they'd quickly start the procedure to get the account restored. In reality the money's been disappeared to a secret account controlled by a Monofilament executive. The bank has to replace it with their own money or make a claim on their insurance."\n\n"So... I mean, that sucks, but don't the people get their money back in the end? And doesn't the bank catch on, since it's Monofilament's software?"\n\n"Yeah, the people get their money back, but that could take weeks of going through the process... in the meantime they can't pay for groceries or pet food or their grandkids' birthday presents. As to Monofilament's software, that's where the real genius comes in," she says, almost as if she admires it. "Monofilament doesn't do the help desk software, they do the bank's internal network software, something that's not supposed to have anything to do with money or transactions other than the data it transmits. So-"\n\n"So the bank blames whoever does their help desk software, or their account management software, and probably winds up suing them," you say with a sigh.\n\n"Yup, it's a helluva scheme, top to bottom. We could find the parts of this program that were actively working in the bank's systems, but we can't find the part of it that does the money-go-bye-bye trick. That must be in the Monofilament servers somewhere though, it'd have to be an active process. Now, if we can get a copy of that, we can do two things... we can at least take it to the bank to prove that it's Monofilament that's been causing their problems, and we can write some innoculation software that will keep them from using a similar trick again. But we need someone on the inside to let us in. I'm thinking at this point that you know how you could do that... the question is, will you help us?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|QONM]]\n\n[[No.|QONM]]

Well. You're sort of bad at being able to talk back to cute girls (even if they're very odd). Besides, aren't there always two sides to every story? You nod slowly.\n\n"Alright, good. The truth is, Monofilament is abusing the contracts it has with various organizations to do proprietary software development for them to break the law and line its own pockets. We can't get anyone to listen to us about this because they've paid off the right people... even if we released it to the public, the news media would be likely to just brush it off and let it drop off the news cycle immediately, almost no one affected would hear about it." She leans over to open the flap of the pink and purple messenger bag sitting beside her chair and pulls out a sheaf of papers, leaning over to set them beside your plate. "This is just one of their schemes, but it's the worst one that we've found so far."\n\nYou glance down at the pages. It looks like a lot of code... not ones and zeroes, but definitely some sort of programming language. You think a little of it looks familiar from the books you read, but it's pretty dense-seeming.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to read and understand the papers.|QONM1x4]]\n\n[[Ask her to break it down for you.|QONM]]\n\n[[Refuse to believe it.|QONM]]

"Since you know it's not proper procedure, then you might try the proper procedure of calling my boss and getting the info from them," you reply, going for 'chilly politeness' and probably just managing 'huffy'. "I can't give that out at all."\n\nYou close the line, then dial the extension for the main security office. A voice that doesn't sound a lot older than your own answers, sounding bored and annoyed. You quickly explain the situation, and there's a brusque 'One second' from the other end. The line goes completely quiet, apparently you're on hold. A minute later there's a low click, and the voice, sounding much more professional, says, "Alright, thanks for calling this in, good job. I'll want to talk to you at the end of your shift."\n\n"Alright," you answer, before the line drones. You hang up, and settle back to watching the monitors. About thirty seconds later, most of them go entirely flat... if you're reading them right, it means that all access to the network from the outside has been cut off. Wow, they must think it's pretty serious. After awhile, since there's even less to do than before, you return to reading the binders, though now slightly anxious about the upcoming talk and what to do if the phone rings again. Sure, he said you did a good job, but talking with a superior, yikes.\n\nEventually five in the morning rolls around, and trying not to seem too lethargic and sluggish, you get up and head to the dressing room. Waiting for you is a guy who really does look like he's only nineteen or so, with scruffy brown hair pulled back partly into a short ponytail, and his Monofilament-issued button-up shirt left open to show a T-shirt for some apparent death metal band that you've never heard of. "Hey, Jamie, right? I'm Leon, I'm in charge of cybersecurity for this branch of Monofilament. Good job on catching that phishing call right away. You're not due to get paid until next week, but I went ahead and wrote this out for you as a little bonus," he says, passing you a check. He also leans in and grins, lowering his voice to a whisper, "I also looked up your Destiny: Splendid Guideline account and added a million Divine Crystals to it. Have fun."\n\nYour eyes bug, both at the generosity of the check and at the practically infinite supply of premium currency. "Oh. O-oh, wow, I... thank you, sir, I-"\n\n"No 'sir', just Leon is fine. I checked the monitors and saw you reading, good job, I like that initiative. When summer rolls around I'm definitely going to suggest hiring you back on, and I can probably find some time to teach you some real programming too. But before that," he continues, face growing serious. "Listen, we're pretty sure that the call you got was part of the efforts of a hacker group called DevDef. Now don't be alarmed, but they may try to contact you again, and try to get your help to break into Monofilament's network. IF that happens they couldd do a lot of damage to a lot more than some mobile games, so here." He passes you a... is that a pager? You've only seen them in movies! "This is super simple, no dialing or anything, you just press the button and it'll alert me. Hit it the moment you think anyone from DevDef tries to contact you."\n\n"Er, okay. Thanks, s-... Leon."\n\n"No problem, kid, take care."\n\nYou head home in a bit of a daze, almost immediately crashing into bed and sleeping through most of the day. When you wake up, it's already into the afternoon, so you get up and decide to head out to deposit your bonus check and get something to eat. You're sitting at a table at an outdoor food court, a slice of pizza in front of you as you marvel at the seven digit readout on your Divine Crystals, when someone slides into the seat across from you. You blink and look up, then stare. The person across from you is... well, weird is the only way you can think of to describe it. Their hair is a color that can only be called a <i>violent</i> shade of pink, forelocks framing their face and the rest running down their back in a braid. She also seems to be wearing two differently-colored contacts, one silver and one gold, and a black surgical mask over her lower face. She's also wearing a Japanese schoolgirl uniform in the same near-neon pink color, and though she has no chest to speak of, you do notice that when she turns to the side and folds one leg over the other, the white thigh-highs she's wearing look really good.\n\n"Hi!" she chirps, her voice cute despite being slightly muffled by the mask. "Hey, mind if I talk for a minute?"\n\n"Ah... are... are you from... 'DevDef'?" you ask, leaning back a little, barely resisting the urge to shriek and run away.\n\n"You <i>are</i> quick! Don't worry, I have absolutely zero intention of hurting you at all," she explains, gesturing a bit with one hand and showing off the little bracelets and her nails that are at least seven slightly different shades of pink all swirled together. "The truth is that whatever you've heard about us, you've probably been lied to. We don't want to hurt anyone... in fact, we're trying to help people. So won't you hear me out?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hear her out.|QONM1x3]]\n\n[[Hit the beeper button.|QONM]]

Probably better not to risk it being some executive or security officer calling in to check that you're actually there. Reaching over, you pick up the phone, forcing yourself not to stammer through some feat of willpower. "Hello, Network Monitoring, this is Jamie."\n\n"Hello, Jamie, this is Davis, from the mobile app division," a man's voice with a posh British accent answers. "Listen, I'm supposed to be on vacation, a nice little holiday in the mountains, when all of a flutter my manager calls and says that every single gacha roll on Destiny: Splendid Guideline is spitting out nothing but five star Queen Titanias. It's going to be my head if I don't get in there and push a maintenance and patch, but I don't have my official company laptop, we're not allowed to take them across borders of course. Do you think you could go to the server room, find the connection information, write it down and let me know? A bit against standard procedure but I assure you, if we don't get this done, heads are going to roll, and ours might be only the start."\n\nAdmittedly your eyes glazed over a little when you heard that the boob-iest, nakedest Legendary Figure in DSG is apparently being given out for every single pull. You have like fifty pulls of Divine Crystals saved up! What a time to be without your phone! Then you give your head a shake and focus back on the now.\n\n<hr>\n[["Yeah, sure, no problem."|QONM]]\n\n[["Uh-huh, nice try buddy."|QONM1x2]]\n\n[[Hang up.|QONM]]

Smirking, you step back to sit on the edge of the bed, tits jiggling a bit as you scoot back, then smoothly spread your legs, resting your fingertips lightly on your inner thighs, showing off your pink slit in all its smooth perfection. "Oh doctor?" you coo.\n\nDr. Life's head jerks up to look at you as if it were completely involuntary. She stares as she sees your pose, her tablet slipping from limp fingers as it clatters to the floor. She's still for all of a second, before scrambling forward, practically leaping atop you as you give a whoop of amused laughter. It's all she can do to yank her loincloth fully aside before she plunges her prick into you up to the root, throwing her head back and moaning shamelessly as she buries her cock inside you. You have little doubt that the usually calm, composed doctor must normally be quite the deliberate lover, but now she's completely incapable of anything but starting to pump her hips wildly, rutting you like a beast in a mating fervor, her huge latex-covered tits pillowed against your equally massive ones. \n\n"Ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck," she gasps out as she pumps into you with complete abandon, her cock hard as steel inside you and feeling like it's throbbing just a little larger with almost every thrust. You can pick out little thoughts amidst the bright haze of overwhelming lust clouding her mind... that it's the hardest she's ever been, that your pussy is so much better than any other's she's ever had, that she doesn't care what else happens now as long as she gets to fuck you. "Ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck!" the supergenius whimpers as she pounds her hips against yours, drool running down her chin.\n\n"Yeees, that's right," you purr, sliding your long-nailed fingers slowly up her back before gripping the sides of her head and hauling her down into a kiss. Your tongue plunges into her mouth, swirling around it... and then down her throat as it grows longer and thicker, enough that you can pump it back and forth in a smoother, more deliberate stroke than any she's capable of using with her cock right now. Maria shudders all over as you tongue-fuck her throat, her thrusts becoming, if anything, even more frenzied as she pounds into you, her whimpers and moans squeezing her throat around your tongue as your pussy squeezes and massages her with inhuman control of your inner muscles, no doubt feeling as if she's getting a very thorough handjob at the same time as she's pumping the best pussy she's ever had.\n\nShe was already close to cumming after only a few thrusts into you, but without even thinking about it you somehow pressed on something inside of her... but you're aware of the pressure building under that press now. You're fairly certain you could push just slightly harder and it wouldn't matter how badly she needed to cum, she'd never be able to unless you let her. Her hips are shaking, her thrusts already growing almost desperate as she whimpers around your thrusting, wriggling tongue, her body trembling. Hm, what to do~...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just let her cum.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Deny her.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Enslave her.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Get knocked up.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Drain her.|FemPalV8x3]]\n\n[[Change her.|FemPalV]]

The ninja takes you back to his room and does just that, though you're not aware of that. What there is of your mind only understands two things: you exist to be filled with cock, and you really enjoy being filled with cock. So the only times there are for you are "being used" and "wishing you were being used". Not that the ninja doesn't make plenty of use of you. Usually after a fight he comes in and the first thing he does is open up his pants and sheath himself inside you, and you once again know pure ecstatic pleasure at being a hole with a prick stuffed in it.\n\nHe makes plenty of use of you in the off time, too... laying in bed, leaning against the wall, and several times you can feel the warmth and wetness of bathwater and the sensation of liquid rushing around inside you as he jerks himself off with you in the bathtub. Sometimes he cleans you and sets you carefully on the bedside table or inside a drawer, at other times you're left smeared with drying cum amidst tangled sheets. Either way is fine with you, of course, as long as he eventually comes back to you and fills your entire being with his throbbing dick again.\n\nOn the last day of the tournament, while the ninja's out, one of the servants enters his room and looks around. Discovering you laying discarded amongst the sheets, still lightly wet, he snorts a bit and picks you up, giving you a little shake before casting you to the floor. You oof, sprawled out on the carpet, all tangled up in your own arms and legs, your skin smeared with dried jizz and a few wet streaks of it. Blearily, you look around, then up at the servant, not noticing at the moment that he's leering at your naked, cum-caked body. "Did... did something just happen?"\n\n"The tournament is over. You may return to your room," he says dismissively, turning and striding out. \n\nYou stare after him, then push yourself to your feet. Still feeling somewhat in a daze, you wander out the door and stare around for a few moments before realizing you're in the men's dorm. Heading back to the women's area, you begin to hear catcalls as you pass people, and it finally sinks in that you're naked. Blushing, you do your best to cover yourself, a hand shoved against your crotch and an arm across your boobs as you make a run for your room. Once there, you enjoy a long bath, during which you try to put together what happened. You remember losing the match, and then throwing a bit of a temper tantrum (which you're not too proud of), and then... and then... you moan as you stroke a finger over your clit and then slide two inside of yourself. And then, someone taught you to be respectful, and it felt so <i>good</i>, and...\n\nYou're feeling mostly back to your old self once you're finished with your bath and its accompanying masturbation. Sighing at the humiliation of losing in the first round and coming all this way for nothing, you finish packing your bag and heft it onto your shoulder. You head out the door, but pause once you're in the hallway. Some inner impulse plucks at you and, compelled to follow it, you turn instead and head towards the men's dorm. Half by instinct and half by remembering where you walked from yesterday, you arrive at a door with Japanese characters on it. Knocking a few times, you don't wait for an answer before pushing open the door and stepping inside. The ninja blinks, looking up from his own packing. He's actually fairly handsome, with short, tousled brown hair and intense, dark eyes. You stand in the doorway, staring at him as he stares at you. Finally you clear your throat.\n\n"Um, sorry about the intrusion, but here's the thing, I..." You trail off, then take a deep breath. "I just can't shake this feeling that I'm your property. That I belong to you, to be used however you want and whenever you want, to be treated like nothing more than a hole for your cock." As he stares at you with even wider eyes, you decide to try an odd variant on Japanese politeness and drop your back before settling to your knees. "I guess what I'm trying to say is..." You bend down to lay your hands and forehead against the floor. "Please use me like a sex toy for the rest of my life."\n\nThere's no immediate reply. At least, until you feel your pants tugged down in back and his cock sliding into your damp pussy. You moan ecstatically and begin thrusting back against your owner as he begins pumping into you, only wishing he could fuck your entire body like he's fucking your cunt.\n\n<b>Hell Kore</b> end - <i>Ninja's cocksheath</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

It's a real effort to not change expressions, but between his sunglasses at night and his horniness, it looks like you do well enough to fool the guy. You slowly get down on your knees, trying to keep your movements a bit jerky, and not make it obvious that you're bracing the balls of your feet. You start to lean your head in... then launch yourself forward, the top of your head slamming against his shaft and balls. He howls in agony as he topples to the ground with you partly on top of him, and you quickly roll off and to your feet and try to run. Your heart skips a beat as you hear the sound of gunfire behind you, but you refuse to slow or look back.\n\nThen the dog-thing slams into you and you go down rolling in a heap with it. You scream in pain as the creature sinks its teeth into your forearm, and react mostly on instinct... you take your free hand and jam your thumb into one of those stupid glowing eyes as absolutely hard as you can. There's a spurt of whitish color and then bright, unnatural purple, and this time it's the dog-thing's turn to howl in pain. In doing so it releases your arm, rolling away from you and scrabbling across the ground, and you quickly scramble to your feet and run for the trees again, the sound of more gunshots ringing behind you. You even feel some tree bark smack against your bare hip as a bullet impacts one of the trees you run past.\n\nYou keep going, not daring to look back, not sure whether the dog-thing will be after you soon and madder than ever, or just how long the men in suits will chase you. It's only when your lungs start feeling like they won't inflate anymore and your whole body is screaming in exhaustion that you slump to the ground behind a fallen tree, at least partially concealed as you try without much success to catch your breath. What the hell? You're not super athletic but you know you can do better than this! You glance down at your arm where you were bitten to see if you're still bleeding, and feel a fresh surge of horror go through you. The bite marks are dark and, rather than bleeding, are sort of oozing something that looks too thick to properly be blood... the moonlight strips a lot of the color out of things, but you're betting it's more green than red.\n\nAn Abroar... that thing was an Abroar! One of the basic enemies from the Defiant series, wolflike enemies that aren't very tough, but are feared at low levels for their poisoned bites that grant more than a few status-draining effects. They look a little different in every game, and you certainly never expected to see one in reality, but the evidence of your eyes is hard to deny. Especially when you can feel the burning in your veins that seems to radiate out from the bite. Who knows what a <i>real</i> Abroar's poison might do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[This can't be real, this isn't a game, it's reality!|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Game problems require game solutions.|GGDS1x2]]

Screw it. If you're really going to be some sort of rogue, authority-defying mage, you're going to <i>do</i> it. Besides, kneeling on one knee in the woods in your panties and a t-shirt does not seem like the time to be conservative and play it safe, somehow.\n\nYou grip your wrist you your other hand, taking another deep, steadying breath before you try channeling a little of your life energy into the bottle you're holding. You've never exactly tried something like this before, at least not in earnest, but you're surprised at how easy it is to feel the energy and direct it... maybe the weird hypnotism program or the Abroar's bite "awoke" something in you. At first elation at the fact that you're channeling energy overwhelms almost everything, and you feel absolute joy as the water inside starts to glow. Then the pain hits. Your whole body is wracked with it, and you bite down on your lip to muffle yourself as you hunch forward. Is it because you're draining "HP", essentially hurting yourself? Or the poison? You think it might be both, since when you glance at the bitemark you can actually see it hissing and bubbling, little spurts of your corrupted blood popping out like high-pressure zits.\n\nForcing yourself not to give up, you pull your teeth away from your lip and grit them instead, your hands starting to shake with the intensity of the pain and your effort of will. The water inside the bottle is now bubbling as if it had come to a boil, violently fizzing inside the glass. Your breathing is coming in short, hard pants, your entire body feeling flushed and hot. Just when you feel like you're going to pass out, you stop channeling energy and yank the bottle to your lips, gulping down the blue-white liquid.\n\nYou once had a 'real' ginger ale, and it stung your mouth and throat so bad you couldn't finish it. This feels a hundred times worse, like it's almost literally burning on the way down. Your brain is alight with the heat of your body, your quickened breath, and now the pain receptors in your mouth and tongue. All of it combines in some strange way that convinces your body you've apparently just been fucked really well, because just as you finish your newly-created health potion, you orgasm. Your hips twitch, followed by a shudder that runs through your body, before you collapse forward onto your forearms, barely braced on your knees, panting and shivering, and feeling wetness run down your thighs.\n\n"D-damn," you whisper aloud. "Never put <i>that</i> part in the games."\n\nEventually you're able to actually catch your breath and push yourself to your hands and knees, then to sit back against your heels. You examine your forearm, and carefully run a thumb through the darkened blood covering it. The marks are gone... you're healed. You did it... you made a healing potion. You can use magic!\n\n<hr>\n[[Which means those guys are definitely after you, and you definitely need to go!|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You can't just leave all those other people back there.|GGDS1x4]]

Frantically, you look around for anything that might be helpful. Your gaze falls on an abandoned soda bottle, and a small flowing stream, and you force your aching body to move, grabbing up the one and filling it from the other. You take a deep breath to steady yourself as you think it through. If the forces of conformity... which, let's face it, MIB back there had to be... are after you, and that was really an Abroar that attacked you, you must be one of the Defiant. (Great, put that way it makes you sound more like a girl's YA literature protagonist than a game hero.) And in the games, one of the basic abilities any Defiant gets in every game is 'Infuse'... taking common liquids and infusing part of their life energy into them to make healing potions.\n\nYou swallow heavily as you remember how that game dynamic works, though. You have to sacrifice some of your HP to create the healing potion. You generally get three times as much as you put into it as well as curing status effects, so it's usually a pretty good deal... unless you're already dangerously low on hitpoints. And you have no idea how many you'd count as having normally, even without the Abroar's bite and poison taken into effect.\n\nYou grip the soda bottle in your hand and stare into it, even as you can feel the poison working on your body. It's already pretty crazy that you're about to try a spell from a videogame... but you're pretty sure it's also a spell that could kill you. Are you <i>sure</i> you want to go through with it?\n\n<hr>\n[[No, surrender yourself for a cure.|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go for it.|GGDS1x3]]

If possible, you want to get out of here without these guys even knowing you've come back. For that, you'll need something that can deceive them completely, and hopefully just walk right out with the hostages.\n\nConcentrating on the traits you need from a summoned creature, you picture energy gathering in yourself, then try to... well, cast it forward in front of you, for lack of better phrasing. It seems to work, an arc of red energy flicking from your chest and dropping to the ground. Almost instantly it resolves into a dark purple form... quite female, by the generous curves, but its body is completely smooth and featureless, even its face only molded into the vague suggestion of eyes, nose, and mouth. Its long white hair falls down its back and over its shoulders, here and there obscuring the fact that it lacks things like nipples or a pussy when the hair falls just so.\n\n<i>What is your bidding, master?</i> The words come directly into your head, seemingly in your own "voice", and for a moment you wonder if you were just expecting her to say that. Then her generic lips curl up in a rather seductive smile, and you realize they really were her words.\n\nGrinning, you think back at her your intentions, doing a quick explanation of the situation. She gives a quick nod once you've finished. <i>Duo would be happy to resolve this for you, master. Duo will meet you with the hostages at the curve of the road.</i> With that, the purple humanoid starts walking right towards the group.\n\nUnable to ward off your curiosity, you stay to watch. With a little ripple and shimmer of her form, Duo quickly becomes another man in a black suit and sunglasses. She looks both different and just like all the others, somehow... you have a feeling she took random features from all of them to make herself seem familiar, but not too familiar. She (he?) strides right up to the others with a businesslike gait, just standing there for a moment, before looking at the hostages. "Get in the van."\n\n"What's going on here?" one of the suits asks Duo, scowling as the hypnotized Defiant-potentials start filing back into the vehicle.\n\n"This facility could be compromised, with a Defiant running around out there," Duo answers flatly. "Orders from above. I'll take these potentials to the next nearest processing facility. Then you can focus on catching the loose one."\n\nThe other suit hesitates, then nods. "Understood."\n\nWithout further acknowledging him, Duo turns and closes the van door, then moves around to get in the driver's side. Remembering the plan, you hurry as quietly as you can towards the road, abandoning your stick-staff as you go. Duo's already waiting as you get there, and you haul open the passenger side door and clamber in quickly. "Great work!" you enthuse, grinning proudly at your summon.\n\n"Thank you, master," Duo replies, voice shifting from monotone male to sort of generic female as she first changes back to the purple humanoid shape, then a female form that looks vaguely like all of the girls behind you in the van. "Where should I drive us?"\n\n"I want to say back home, but that might not be safe anymore," you answer with a frown.\n\n"True, but we can go there if you wish, master. Though I will note that even in their current state, I can read the minds of these people... rather more easily, actually. One of them had already been contacted by a group known as Rogue Element, apparently in opposition to the group that kidnapped you. He has contact information for one of their agents... though we'd best hurry, if they learn of his capture, they will 'burn' that contact method."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go home.|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Contact the Rogue Element.|GGDS1x6]]

You scowl as you contemplate running, and shake your head. No... there were at least eight other people back there, and all of them must be Defiants like you, or at least potential ones. One of the guys in suits mentioned 'processing', which from the game's history could mean anything from brainwashing to being diced up for parts or all sorts of other things. You can't just leave them there... after all, running scared hardly seems very defiant, does it?\n\nYou spend a few moments searching around for anything else useful, and finally find a decently solid tree branch almost as long as you are tall. You're pretty sure you can use it as a focus for your abilities, once you figure out what they are... or, if all else fails, just crack someone across the head with it really hard. Feeling a bit more secure despite still wearing nothing but your sweat-soaked t-shirt and your cum-soaked panties, you head back the way you came, trying to move quietly.\n\nEventually you get back to the treeline, and ease yourself up to one so you can peek around. There's at least six or seven guys in suits now, milling around calling to each other or speaking into radios, and there's four Abroars that you can see... including one with one eye, its tail constantly lashing around wildly behind it. You let out a little sigh of relief as you see all the other "potentials" still lined up... apparently your escape kept them from being taken right to processing.\n\nYou purse your lips a bit as you think. Okay, the game they used to try and snare you was called 'Defiant Summoner'... which means logic would dictate that they were trying to catch summoners. Well, it makes sense to you. But that means your powers are most likely based around summoning, so maybe you should try calling on a magical creature for help.\n\n<hr>\n[[Something big and flashy, to do lots of damage.|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Something quiet and deadly, to do them in before they know they've been attacked.|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Something smart and deceptive, to rescue everyone without a fight.|GGDS1x5]]\n\n[[Something to bolster your abilities, so you can do it yourself.|GGDS2x1]]

It's a good fifteen minutes before another van, this one decked out like a yard care service, pulls up. You tense as two people get out, though the assorted types of clothing as opposed to anything uniform bolsters you a bit. (It also helps that it's one man and one woman, though logically you know it shouldn't.) The guy meanders up to the window you've rolled down, leaning in a bit to look back at the hostages, then at you and Duo. "Who's that?"\n\n"Oh, that's Duo. I, uh, summoned her," you explain, unable to keep your chest from puffing out a bit in pride.\n\nBoth of the new arrivals exchange a quick glance at that, with the girl giving Duo a long, hard look. Then they both nod. "Alright. Ditch that thing and let's get out of here, you've been sitting around in Authority property way too long as it is."\n\nThe hostages are quickly transferred over, with both the new arrivals doing a lot of cursing and spitting on the names of this 'Authority' as they see the state they're in. Once you're in motion again, the girl asks you, "So how'd you get away, anyway?"\n\n"I'm really not sure... it's like I just sort of came out of it," you answer. "I played along until I could get away, but I got bitten... by an <i>Abroar</i>, that was so weird. I managed to make a healing potion with Infuse, like they do in the game, then I went back for the others. I summoned Duo here, and she pretended to be one of the guys in suits and just drove right out with everyone. She said she could read the information about how to contact you guys in the mind of one of these guys, so I did."\n\nBoth of them trade another glance at that. You notice how much they look alike... in fact, except for the guy having much shorter hair and like he'd maybe had his nose broken before, they could be almost identical. (Well, and the fact that the girl seems to have a pretty sizeable chest.) The guy clears his throat. "That's a pretty amazing story. Um, but hey listen, I think everyone back at the base might be a bit more comfortable if you showed up without your summon out. Could you maybe...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well... okay.|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[No way.|GGDSPlaceholder]]

"I guess we'd better try and get in touch with these 'Rogue Element' guys," you answer after a bit of thought. "I mean, that's usually how it goes in the game, you hook up with whatever the resistance group is... even if you're a loner that doesn't rely on anyone."\n\n"Certainly. As soon as we get back to Deviville, then."\n\n"Er, Duo... are you, I mean, okay?" You look at her in concern. "You're not, like... hauled here from some other dimension, and in constant agony being in this plane of existence, right?"\n\nThat actually gets a grin from her, and she looks over at you and winks. "No, master. I'm actually quite happy to be here with you."\n\n"Oh. That's good, then. Er, and you're not siphoning off my life force or anything to stay manifested...?"\n\n"No, unlike some of the bigger and 'flashier' summons, I am capable of surviving indefinitely off of ambient energy. I can stay summoned as long as you like."\n\n"Good." You do find that comforting, and actually reach out to take one of her hands and give it a squeeze. This time she gives you not just a grin, but a full-fledged smile that makes her bland forgettable face look absolutely stunning.\n\nOnce the van reaches the edge of town, Duo pulls the van up to something you'd thought was almost extinct... a pay phone. Duo turns and digs in one of the still-mesmerized hostage's pockets, and passes you several coins. "I will give you the number telepathically, master."\n\nYou hop out and hurry to the phone, dumping quarters in before dialing the number Duo sends you. After a few rings, the line's picked up and a woman's voice says, "Henny's Hairport, how may I help you today?"\n\n"Ah, yeah," you answer, glancing uncertainly at where Duo's still sitting in the van, before you shrug. "Um, listen, my name's Cyan, and these guys tried to kidnap me and some other people, and I was told you could help..."\n\n"Honey, this is a hair salon. Maybe you needa call the cops," the voice on the other end suggests in obvious annoyance.\n\n"Wait, wait! One of the others, um, gave me this number! Seriously, if there's anyone there that knows what's going on."\n\n"I'm hanging up now," the woman says with a huff.\n\n"I'm Defiant!" you blurt, clenching your hands on the phone tightly.\n\nThere's a few moments of silence on the other end of the line. Then, finally, "Who's the best hero, then?"\n\n"Ein!" you answer immediately, then almost wince. "I mean, the fans hate him, they keep saying he's all 'Broody McSad', but it's not like he didn't have a good reason, he lost his brother and mom and everything, most people just don't bother to empathize with him and understand..."\n\n"... Cyan? As in Cyanide Koolaid?"\n\nYour jaw drops. "You've seen my fanfiction?!"\n\n"Look, stay where you are. Someone will be by to pick you up soon." With that, the line goes dead. You stare at the receiver for a moment, then hang it up and go to clamber back into the van.\n\n"You haven't updated that fanfiction in over a year, master."\n\n"Not now, Duo."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|GGDS1x7]]

You head home in the morning, with no one the wiser of what occurred in the last twenty-four hours. Of course, there is a little bit of drama as your family discovers within the week that Katrina has left your brother and returned to Russia without any more explanation than that she's decided to do exactly that. Though luckily none of the drama falls on you... your mother does ask at one point if you noticed anything odd the night you stayed over, but you manage to play it off and answer 'no', and that's the end of that.\n\nEventually, things settle down from that, returning to normal. Except, well... you do try to keep in mind what Katrina said. As a favor to your bride of a few hours, if nothing else. 'You deserve good things.' Maybe... hey, maybe you do. So you try a bit harder in school, you try a bit harder at social events. And amazingly enough, you find that you really can do it... you still get anxious as all hell when you try, but the more you try and the more your trying yields results, the less anxious you feel. It's always there, in the background, but so is that soft, accented voice in your ear, bringing back the scent of vanilla and rose as she leaned in close, the warmth of her kiss on your forehead.\n\n'You deserve good things.'\n\nYou make sure to work that into your valedictorian speech during your college graduation. You tell everyone that as long as they remind themselves, as long as they make themselves believe they deserve good things, they can make good things happen for themselves. You do leave Katrina's name out of it, of course, but you attribute the advice to 'your first love', which probably does surprise various people in the audience, and... isn't <i>strictly</i> true. But if you can't call your first wife your first love, well, what can you call her?\n\nYou're smiling a little at that thought as you arrive home, preparing for that night's parties. You've barely even walked away from the door when there's a knock at it. Blinking, you return to open it, exchanging pleasantries with the messenger and signing for the envelope. When you open it, you find a folded letter, and a check. At first expecting a graduation present from a relative, you glance at the amount, only to stare when you realize that there are far too many zeroes for that. Far too many. And the number in front of them isn't even a one. Of course, when you realize the check has been issued by a Russian bank, it's not hard to guess who it's from, and you hurry to unfold the letter.\n\n<i>Darling Jamie,\n\nI hope you don't think it boorish of me, but I have kept an eye on your progress from afar. And I must say I am very proud of you. I meant it when I said you deserved good things, and you did. And you made those good things happen for yourself, in spite of how easy it would have been for you to back down. The grades, the friends, all of that always came so easily to your brother... you worked for them. You struggled for them. You earned them. You deserve them. You are a better and stronger man than he is, and there are still times I wish I had been born later so that it would have been you and I that met instead.\n\nPlease do not take this money as a sign of guilt or an attempt to make up for what I did, though I do still occasionally feel ashamed of myself. Instead consider it an investment in the future. Your future. A worthwhile future. I know I can trust you not to be frivolous or careless with it, after all the hard work you've put in. Instead, simply make sure to use it to build the life you deserve.\n\nBecause you deserve good things.\n\nK.</i>\n\nYou stare at the letter, rereading the whole thing and various parts a few times. Finally you fold it back up and rub your palm across your face to smear away the tears, take a deep breath, and smile as you let it out. Maybe someday soon you'll have someone you can share this story with... or maybe you'll just keep it to yourself, as a personal treasure to remind you of an important person.\n\nYour first love.\n\n<b>Jamie's Cheating Brother</b> end - <i>You deserve good things</i>

You may not have had a roommate for long, but it's been long enough to pick up on the idea that one of the best things to do is to stay out of the other person's way as much as possible. So you decide to kill a few hours... well, five, but you've been around long enough to manage that.\n\nYou hustle a few more little errand jobs, drift around a few of the different arcades and stores while always moving on before someone winds up accusing you of loitering, and grab a cheap slice of pizza for dinner. At around 7:50 you head back towards the apartment, arriving sometime after eight. As expected, the apartment's seemingly empty and the door to Sean's room is firmly closed. You take this chance to use the shower and then, tired after your extended period of roaming the city, decide to flop in bed and play games on the cheap handheld you bought from someone because it, uh, fell off a truck. Of course the moment you lay down next to the wall, you can hear pretty clearly what's going on over on the other side of it... namely Sean fucking his hot girlfriend.\n\nYou blush and do your best to focus on your game, but, well... they're hot and enthusiastic, and you're fifteen. Soon you're setting the handheld aside and fishing out your stiff prick, stroking it slowly at first, listening to the sounds of the bed creaking, Sanya moaning and begging for more of Sean's big hard cock, Sean practically growling and occasionally murmuring things like 'Yeah, you like that, don't you bitch'. You wonder if they know that you can hear them... they'd both have to, right? The thought both has you stroking your cock a bit faster, and also trying desperately to control the squeaking of your own bed as you jerk off to the sound of them fucking. It's with that strange heady mixture of voyeurism, worry, and shame that you spill your load all over your stomach, panting and shuddering a little as you clean up.\n\nIn the morning you get up and wander out of the room, running a hand over your rumpled hair, and blinking a bit blearily at the sight of Sean sitting at the breakfast table. Somewhat lanky, mildly dark skin, with various tattoos and piercings, he looks every bit the sincere tough guy, though he's always been pretty cool with you. When he sees you his expression turns serious though, and for a moment a shock of fear runs through you that he heard you last night and is about to kick your ass for whacking off to him and his girlfriend. Of course what he winds up saying is more worrying in its own way.\n\n"Hey, little man, turns out the landlord saw you comin' home last night. I tried to tell 'im you were just crashing short-term but he raised the rent anyway. You know if it was a normal situation I wouldn't mind you crashing as long as you need, but this is something on you and so you gotta take care of it. That's just the way it is." He stands up and tosses a folded paper on the table. "Those're the want ads... not the ones from the actual paper, these're a little more, y'know... flexible about stuff like someone being the right age and having proper ID. Now, I gotta go earn rent, you best start lookin' into earning some cash too. Don't worry how much... I'll let you know when it's due, 'cause maybe I can talk that fucker down a bit more. As long as you're actually doin' your best to pay I'll cover you if you come up short."\n\nWith that, he snags his jacket and is gone. You're not too surprised about him just laying down the law and leaving, that's pretty much how he always acts... if he says 'that's the way it is', then that's the way the world is according to him. And since you're living in his world you guess he's right.\n\nSighing, you sit down at the table and open the paper, flipping through it. It looks like it has a lot of sections, actually. You're surprised that there's an actual printup of jobs that, according to your roommate, are pretty much guaranteed to pay you under the table... but then you guess if there were going to be such a thing, Sean would be the sort of guy who'd know where to find it. You've just got to decide what section sounds good and then pick an ad.\n\n<hr>\n[[Freelance Acquisitions|CC]]\n\n[[Transport|CC]]\n\n[[Testing & Development|CC]]\n\n[[Entertainment|CC2x2]]

Well you're pretty sure you can be "personable" and you think you're pretty good-looking! You can definitely set food on a table and act nice to a bunch of pretentious indie movie actors!\n\nYou take another shower and dig out your nice clothes... which, admittedly, for you means your cleanest hoodie and jeans, but you don't have a ton of choices here and you're just going to have to make do. You do your best to comb your hair into submission (it's kind of curly and a bit long from not having been cut for awhile but again, not much you can do about that), then set out for the address listed in the ad.\n\nIt's for an office building downtown, and you're pretty worried that the security guard's going to throw you out before you even get all the way through the door. But when you blurt out that you're here to apply at Hospitality Arrangement Services, he stops and merely gives a single nod of acknowledgement before pushing the elevator button for you and telling you which floor.\n\nYou emerge into a pleasant lobby that... for some reason you almost get a hardon stepping inside. You're not sure why, there's nothing overtly sexual about it, but there's just something about the choice of wood colors, the subtle accents, the soft music playing and the scent in here that makes you think of sex. Of course, the woman behind the receptionist's desk might be part of it too. She's very pretty, with short, perfectly styled brown hair, a white suit, and... well, she seems to have neglected to include a blouse under her suit jacket, meaning her lovely chest is on display quite a bit. She looks up at you, expression and tone becoming so utterly neutral that you almost want to be offended and yet it would seem ridiculous to. "Good afternoon, and welcome to Hospitality Arrangement Services. How may I help you?"\n\n"Uh, yeah," you reply, trying not to be taken aback. "I'm... here about the ad. Y'know, looking for 'personable people' to offer hospitality?" you add a little lamely. You don't feel like you're getting off to a very good start, here.\n\nShe looks you up and down briefly, and the chilly politeness melts a little bit. "... Hm. Mr. Appel usually handles the interviews himself, but he's out today and... well. Please, why don't you follow me into the next room and we'll conduct an interview." She stands up, revealing the short skirt that apparently goes with that show-offy suit jacket, and saunters around her desk and down a hallway. You hurry to follow after her for more reasons than one, trailing her into an office slightly less sensually perfumed and outfitted than the lobby area. "Have a seat," she says, gesturing to the expensive-looking black leather couch along one wall, and waiting until you're seated to make her way over to the desk at the other end of the room. Moving behind it but not sitting down, she taps at the keyboard of the computer for a moment, then watches the screen expectantly.\n\nOnce whatever it says comes back to her apparent satisfaction, her manner becomes positively... warm... as she comes back to stand in front of you, giving you a smile.\n\n<img src="images/LHzjI9l.jpg">\n\n"Alright then. Might I have your name? It's alright if it's just your first name."\n\n"Ah... Eric," you answer, shifting in place a little but forcing yourself not to fidget too visibly.\n\n"Well then, Eric, do you know exactly what sort of job this is?"\n\nA little confused by the question, and moreso when you realized the ad never said outright, you hesitantly say, "Um, it's like... catering or assisting actors or... something?"\n\n"Mm, no, not quite. Though we do have some actors as clients." Posing a bit with her hand near her hip and the other tucked coyly behind her back, she continues, "First of all, Eric, my name is Lili, and if you choose to sign on with HAS, you'll be mostly communicating with me. But I think I need to explain... Hospitality Arrangement Services is exactly that. We arrange hospitality for wealthy individuals... specifically, hospitable people they'd find attractive."\n\nYou blink, and then your face goes red. "Uh."\n\n"Yes, that's right, this is an escort service. And there is definitely a... demand... for individuals of your age and body type. You have a nice face too, and a certain androgyny, which also helps. You can make a great deal of money, Eric, and the more you're willing to do to please our clients, the more money you can make. During your first year you'll make a flat amount per assignment, but after that, if your reviews are good and you develop regulars, you'll begin earning a percentage of every job you go on, a percentage that will rise as you continue to please and bring in business. We also have the connections necessary to smooth over any... legal issues? By next year, despite any lack of identification or your age, you could own your own luxury condo and a lease on a sports car. What do you say, young man? Will you become an HAS escort?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|CC2x4]]\n\n[[No.|CC]]\n\n[[No way in Hell!|CC]]

"Entertainment"? Oh yeah, you think you heard something about that, like 'this city has a really thriving independent film community' or something? It's probably a bunch of hipsters making cheesy horror movies or dramas shot in black and white, but whatever, if they're actually going to pay then you don't care. Let's see. Yeah, some of these definitely look like they're for film productions, but others seem to be for related stuff.\n\n"[[Best rIality Films|CC]]"? That's a weird way to spell 'Best Reality', but then you guess they've gotta set themselves apart somehow and be all cool and hip. Maybe it's an Italian spelling or something. Whatever it is, they're looking for "young men and women for short scenes with potential for longer parts".\n\n"[[Shotakaasan Studio|CC]]", which sounds like a total anime nerd sort of name, is looking for "good-natured young men who want to establish a relationship in the independent film community". You're not even sure what the Japanese-ish looking name means, but that's a weird way to advertise for what you'd assume is a bunch of shouting and hand-gesturing ninja movies. Still, at least it sounds like you'd have some company your own age.\n\n"[[Baitenswitch Productions|CC]]"? Sounds Swedish or something, whatta they do make fan films for IKEA? Whatever they do they're looking for "open-minded young men who enjoy spending time with beautiful women". Hmmm!\n\n"[[Hospitality Arrangement Services|CC2x3]]" is looking for "personable, attractive individuals with open schedules to provide hospitality, companionship, and relief to hardworking individuals". Huh, so it sounds like they're probably involved with helping out productions with stuff like catering and running errands and generally being support staff. At least, that's what you figure that adspeak means.\n\n"[[Band Members Wanted|CC3x1]]" says one of the other ads. You'd think that'd be more something that would be in the personals or something, but apparently this is a working band that gets fairly regular gigs doing small bars and nightclubs and parties, so it apparently is more of a job than a passion hobby. Still, if you're going to do something, might as well do something cool, right?

"I... I guess I can handle that. I mean, I can handle that," you try to assert with more confidence. You've come too far to back out now, and the siren call of all that money is pulling you along despite your misgivings.\n\n"Good. Then first things first, here are what you need to know about being an HAS Escort. First of all, you are to tell no one where you work or who you work for... you may tell them you're an escort if you like, though obviously we suggest being careful about who you tell such a thing to. This goes double for the authorities... if you are arrested, say absolutely nothing other than 'Call my lawyer'. Not one word other than that. We will handle such an eventuality, so you should remain calm and not buckle under pressure of any kind. If you are loyal to us, we will take care of you. The same applies to our clients... you must please them and do as they ask, but they are never to damage you or abuse you without it being part of your agreed-upon assignment. If they do so, let us know and we will take care of the issue. Never tell others about the clients such as their names or their private vices, never steal from them or tell their secrets. You may accept any gifts you like, but you must tell us about them so they can be recorded for bookkeeping purposes. You are forbidden to charge for 'side work'... any fucking you do without being given an explicit assignment from us must be free of charge. And you are not to go free-of-charge with someone who was previously a client without consulting us first."\n\n"Okay... I understand."\n\n"I trust that you do, but try not to test these limits. The consequences can be worse than simply losing your fee. Now," Lili continues, brushing past that somewhat ominous phrase. "We do have a number of jobs tonight that you would be ideal for, after a trip to makeup and costuming of various lengths. The first two are ones that I'm sure you'd find more agreeable," she notes, making her way over to the computer and moving the mouse to apparently bring up a schedule. "The first is a young businesswoman who has a bit of a 'little brother' kink. Simple, straightforward accompanying her to dinner and then returning to her place for some rather standard sex, according to her profile. Considering the low effort nature of this, your share of the fee would be only $100. Slightly more challenging is a middle-aged widower of considerable wealth, whose tastes run more to dominance. Again simple enough to accomplish, you need only follow her orders throughout the evening... since there is kink involved, your share would be $200."\n\n"Then there is a young businessman," Lili continues. "You're his type, and the request is fairly simple, the only problem you might have is that he is, in fact, a man. Still I imagine you could manage, and your fee for that would be $300. It would also certainly help to show that you're not here simply to take the 'fun' jobs. In that vein, there are two other jobs with men. One is a man who likes young men... who look like young women. Obviously that would involve heavier preparation and be further outside of your comfort zone, but since it's a niche that can be filled by relatively few on our roster, your share of the fee for the evening would be $750. The last is a similar job... but the client enjoys 'daddy' play. In other words, you would be roleplaying as his daughter. There would probably be various kinks involved and he's known to get a little rough. Your compensation for the evening's work would, however, be considerable... $2000."\n\nYour brain turns all that over, swimming with both the amounts of money offered and what you're being asked to do. $100... you don't know how much your share of the rent is now, but you bet it's more than that, even if you managed to keep it all Sean would still have to cover you, and he'd probably only want to do that this month. $200 though, that would probably do it. The lowest-paying job involving getting fucked by a guy would put you in the black, leaving you not having to run around doing odd jobs to cover your food for the next month... either of the others though, those would start making you <i>money</i>, even if you did nothing else for the rest of the month. Especially that top-level one, as freaky as it is to contemplate! Oh man, which to choose...?\n\n<hr>\n[[$100.|CC]]\n\n[[$200.|CC]]\n\n[[$300.|CC]]\n\n[[$750.|CC]]\n\n[[$2000.|CC]]

"I... yeah, sure," you say after several moments of your brain spluttering. Everything she's offering you just seems way too good to be true... but at the same time you don't feel like you can afford to turn it down. \n\n"Very well then. If you would, please, stand up and remove your clothes."\n\n"W-wha?" you blush brightly again and start to fidget.\n\nLili smirks, eyes twinkling. "I need to get a look at the full package, as it were. To determine what sort of jobs to send you on."\n\n"Oh, um, sure." You stand up and bashfully pull off your hoodie, half-tossing it onto the couch. You hesitate a bit more after toeing off your shoes, but finally undo your jeans, shoving down both them and your underwear and stepping out of them. Straightening up, you fight the urge to cover your jutting cock, but can't quite manage to look at the cause of it, turning your red face away from Lili.\n\n"Hm, a little on the skinny side," she muses aloud in a rather clinical way, which you try not to wince at. "But that's not a real negative. Could stand to gain a little weight... just a little, we'll monitor it after that. Little to no body hair, very good. No visible scars, tattoos, piercings, all of that's a plus. Penis is above average in size but not overly large, also a positive. Well, Eric, I think I can say you're going to be very popular."\n\n"R-really?" You perk up a little (in more ways than one) at that... well, also hearing that she thinks your cock is above average helped. You grin at her. "You really think rich ladies will like me?"\n\nShe quirks an eyebrow. "Some, yes. But why would you assume that your clients would only be... or even in the majority be... women?"\n\n"... uh..." Your blush rapidly fades, your cock even drooping a little.\n\n"Certainly there is more demand for pretty young boys by women than most people would assume... but those are easy to fulfill requests, and we have a number of young men with more experience to handle the majority of them. You'd be mostly servicing women who want someone new, that they haven't had before. And yes I can see quite clearly that you prefer women," she adds with a bit of a smirk, making some of your blush return. "But this job isn't about what you want, it's about what the client wants. If the client wants you to enjoy yourself, you're to act like you're enjoying yourself whether you are or not. If the client wants you to act like you hate it, you're to act like you hate it whether you want to or not. That's whether the one wanting you to enjoy it is slamming his cock in your ass, or the one that wants you to hate it is the woman riding your own cock. That's a basic requirement of the job, can you handle it or not?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You guess.|CC2x5]]\n\n[[You just can't.|CC]]

"Well for one thing I don't have a cock anymore!" you blurt, your face flushing in a mixture of anger and embarrassment as you say it. "I mean, my dick might not have been the most amazing one in the world, but I'll kind of miss it if it's gone forever!"\n\n"Oh, is that the issue?" Atalanta says as if relieved, her hand dropping to her chest as she lets out a little huff. "Don't worry, then, and please wait right here, I'll be back in a moment," she adds, turning and trotting through the doorway behind her.\n\nYou just stand there staring after her, not sure what to make of that. You straighten up and rub the back of your head, glancing around the empty shop, then look over again as she comes back out... and stare at what she's holding. A rather sizeable flesh-colored dildo, the sort molded complete with realistic veins and a pair of balls on the bottom. She comes around the counter and walks up to you, and swiftly snags the front of your pants with the fingers of one hand and slips the dildo in with the other, her motions so casual and graceful that you barely have time to blink.\n\n"What on Earth are you mmmmf," you groan, feeling a strange sensation as something rubs against the inside of the cloth. Then you're distracted as Atalanta sinks to her knees in front of you, calmly (and, it turns out luckily, carefully) sliding the zipper down to let your large, stiff cock spring free. You stare, both at it and her, as it juts out from your pants... it's the same length and girth as the dildo, making it bigger than your own was, but it definitely seems very real since you can feel it throb... and as Atalanta wraps her hand around it and starts stroking, shocking a moan out of you.\n\n"Mm, good, this magic is intended to blend but I was worried that there might still be some reaction," Atalanta says calmly as she continues to stroke your cock, reaching into your open fly with her other hand to draw your balls out and fondle them, making you gasp. "Still, I should perform a thorough test on this, both to make sure it's fully functional and that you're fully satisfied." With that she leans forward, eyes closing, mouth opening to briefly show two cute little kitty-fangs right before her lips close around the head of your prick and she begins to suckle.\n\n"A-ah... oh shit," you moan, shuddering and bracing a hand on the counter. Atalanta bobs her head along your prick a few times, slipping more of it past her lips, before drawing back, her hand sliding to hold your prick close to the root as she works her tongue down the sides. It's just a little rough, making you shudder at the more intense friction of it sliding along your shaft's skin, and the underside of the head, before she slips it back into her mouth and starts bobbing her head again. Her hands briefly move up to undo your belt and the button of the pants, letting them drop to the ground, before she rests one on your hip and the other fondles your balls.\n\nYou have to admit, the sight of a very pretty catgirl in a maid uniform staring up at you as she sucks your cock is starting to make you feel a lot less ruffled than you might normally. Though your view of her is somewhat obscured by your covered-up cleavage. Partly because you want to be able to see Atalanta easier, you unzip the hoodie and tug it open. But the sight of those big, heavy breasts tempt you, and it's not long before you raise your hands to them, starting to knead and squeeze your own tits, tweaking at the nipples and moaning loudly as the sensation mingles with that of your cock stretching Atalanta's throat open.\n\nShe gives a soft quag as she takes it all the way down, her nose brushing against your hairless crotch above the root of your cock, before she continues to bob her head a few inches back and forth along it, apparently unconcerned about her air supply. That slightly-rough tongue keeps working over the underside of your shaft, stirring you up more and more as you work your new melons ever more eagerly, with every little thrill of pleasure from them coming to love them more and more. Your cock starts throbbing harder, and Atalanta quickly pulls back, gasping in a bit of air as she slides off your prick and starts stroking it quickly. You give a little cry as your cock shudders in her hand, starting to spurt long, thick streamers of cum across her face and into her open mouth, each spurt almost more than one of your entire loads would have been before. It smears across her face, in her pretty green bangs, one bit of it even hits one of her cat ears and makes it flick.\n\nSwallowing the creamy white pooled in her mouth, Atalanta rises to her feet while you're still busy panting and gasping. She moves to the counter and bends over it, her tail raising up high and taking her skirt with it, baring a pert ass hugged by tight, thin white panties that conform closely to the cleft between her buttocks. She looks over her shoulder at you, her face smeared with your cum, her expression nevertheless solemn as she says, "Now, Master, please feel free to finish testing yourself with my pussy." A beat. "No jokes, please."\n\nJokes are probably the last thing on your mind (even if that one was really obvious) as you shrug out of the hoodie, stepping out of the loose sneakers and pants, completely naked as you move up behind her and skin the panties down around her thighs. Her pussy is visibly wet, glistening and with a bit of gold and green fur on the front of it, some of it wet and matted closer down to her entrance. She gives off a soft gasp as you trace your fingers up and down her slit, then repeat the motion with the tip of your prick. Then you slowly push inside her, feeling her spread open around you. Unable to help yourself, you grip at the base of her tail with one hand, smirking some as the composed catgirl gives a little yip of surprise. As you finish sinking your cock into her, you reach forward with your other hand and begin scratching around her ears.\n\nYou almost melt as she begins purring, not just because of how cute it is, but because it sends light vibrations through her entire body... including her pussy, making it gently vibrate around you. You begin thrusting eagerly, feeling her squeeze and dampen just as eagerly around you, Atalanta giving her own soft, somewhat feline cries as you fuck her against the counter, right there in the store, the door with its flashing 'Open' sign almost directly behind you, anyone that even passed by likely to be able to look in and see not just your bouncing asscheeks and swaying balls, but the sides of your jiggling tits as you fuck so energetically. Eventually you have to shift your hands to grab Atalanta's slender waist as you settle into a near-frenzy of fucking her, the catgirl yowling with abandon until you finally cry out and thrust into her, your cock twitching and pumping your load deep inside, your back arched up high to lift your huge tits up as if on display. Atalanta throws back her head and gives a surprisingly thunderous roar as her pussy squeezes tightly around you, milking you of every last drop.\n\nShortly after, you sit in the break room of the shop, still naked and with your cock flopped over the top of one curvy thigh as Atalanta makes tea. She looks all put-together, but you know that beneath her skirt your cum must be soaking into her panties. "Still, I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do," you admit. "I can access a lot of my assets remotely, but eventually I'll have to confirm my identity in person for some of it, and I won't really be able to do that anymore. I could start over investments, but I'd have to create a new identity for myself, and that's not always as easy as hacker movies make it seem. Not to mention the fact that, well, I look like Mai Shiranui now."\n\nAtalanta pauses in pouring the tea, her ears twitching. She looks up thoughtfully, then turns towards you, handing you the cup. "Well. I do know of a place where a person with your appearance and assets is rather in demand. The Owner knows people there, we could get you a job."\n\nYou quirk an eyebrow. "I'm listening."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BuddyOct6xEnd]]

"Alright, listen you!" you snap, slamming a hand against the counter and pointing at her with the other. "You said that if I wasn't completely satisfied with my experience, then you'd do what you could to make me satisfied! Well I'm pretty darn unsatisfied!"\n\n"Oh dear, why?" Atalanta asks, looking honestly confused as she tilts her head again. \n\nYou open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. You're just so awestruck by the question that you can't quite rally. Apparently she doesn't get how being turned into the opposite gender is a big deal or something! What is she, from some world where genderswaps are exceptionally common?! But apparently that's not enough, you're going to have to give her a somewhat more concrete reason. "Because-!"\n\n<hr>\n[["-I don't have a cock!"|BuddyOct6x7]]\n\n[["-I can't get laid like this!"|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["-I'm going to miss the party!"|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["-none of my clothes fit!"|BuddyOct]]

No, you're definitely better off going in person, besides if this is really some sort of weird spell or something they'd need you there to undo it, right? But obviously you can't leave the house dressed like you are! You strip out of the skimpy costume and quickly find an oversized white zip-up hoodie in the closet, pulling it on over your bare top... the inside feels a little funny against your apparently sensitive new breasts, and doesn't exactly hide the bulge of them or their jiggling, but they are completely covered at least. You find a pair of pants and a belt that you can cinch a bit tighter around your thinner waist, though they have to stretch a bit over your newly generous hips and ass. Then you grab your wallet, keys, the box, and shove on a pair of now oversized sneakers before rushing out to your car.\n\nYou try not to drive too crazy on your way over, but it's not easy considering the situation... also moving your arms to turn the wheel keeps making your humongous hooters wobble around under the hoodie. Eventually you arrive at Cosplay Casbah, relieved to see the Open sign still on in the window. Grabbing the box, you rush inside, hurrying to the counter where you spot Atalanta (now wearing an admittedly very cute blue and white maid uniform) and slam the box down. "What did you guys do to me?!"\n\n"Ah?" She blinks, looking at you for a moment. Then she raises her hand to her mouth. "Oh dear. Master, what are you wearing?"\n\n"A pair of huge tits I didn't have this morning!" you blurt back, cupping your hands under them and giving them a lift for emphasis.\n\n"No, Master, I mean you changed your clothing. That's pretty bad," she answers, shaking her head as her ears give a flick. "The spell that makes the costume 'authentic' generally only functions until morning, as long as you don't do certain things. One of those things is putting on other clothes. That muddies up the magic and makes it think the form you're currently wearing is natural, so you don't change back."\n\n"WHAT?!" you shriek again. "Why didn't you tell me any of this?!"\n\nAtalanta calmly opens the box, rifling through it for a moment, before holding up a small rectangle of glossy paper that reads 'Before donning costume', which you ignored since you assumed it was basically just some sort of ass-covering liability disclaimer. But sure enough it says 'Do not put on other clothes over costume or change clothes before morning' right as the first bullet point.\n\nYou hang your head, trying to get your breathing under control. You rub your face with both hands, trying to come to grips with all of this. Of course part of your brain wants to say this is all ridiculous, there's no such thing as magic, but you've got tits and a pussy that are a pretty compelling argument otherwise. You take another deep breath, then say, "Okay, what if I put on another costume? A <i>guy</i> costume? Then maybe I'll reset to normal at morning, right? Or at least I'd be a guy again!"\n\n"I really wouldn't recommend that, sir," Atalanta answers, grimacing a little. "It's not a good idea to mix magics. I mean, I will sell you another costume if you really want, but I don't recommend it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Buy a guy costume.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Demand satisfaction.|BuddyOct6x6]]

Wait, the store that sold you this! And that... suspiciously realistic catgirl! They must be behind this, or at least know what's happening! At least, you hope! You scrabble over to the computer, trying to ignore the way your bared breasts (and your ass, you think from the feeling) are jiggling with the motions as you pull the information up about them. There, there's their phone number, you'll call them and find out what's going on!\n\n... Wait, should you really call? If you just claim to have changed sexes on the phone, you'll sound like you're crazy. Maybe you should actually go over there in person, with all of your ID, to at least have a better chance of proving what happened.\n\n<hr>\n[[Call.|BuddyOct7x1]]\n\n[[Go in person.|BuddyOct6x5]]

"... WHAT?!" you shriek, looking down and yanking apart the straps of your outfit, the massive mammaries now attached to your chest tumbling out and wobbling with your movements. You stare at them, then back up at the mirror, watching a real-life version of Mai Shiranui stare back at you with big brown eyes. You quickly shove a hand under the front flap to cup your crotch, and feel nothing... no bulge, no nothing, just a very strange sensation as your fingers touch the plump labia of a female sex beneath the cloth. Even your hips and ass have changed shape, your legs, your arms, everything... you're a bombshell of a woman!\n\nPutting your hands to the side of your head, you try to get your breathing under control. This has to be... a hallucination, or a dream or something, right? Pinch yourself, that's what they always do on TV! For some reason your hands automatically go to your nipples at the thought, giving the pink nubs a firm squeeze, and making yourself yelp (and maybe moan just a little). ... Okay, not a dream. Or if it is it's a really thorough one. \n\n"Ohgod ohgod ohgod," you murmur, reflexively pacing back and forth, then stopping when that sets your tits to jiggling. You stop, swallow hard, then take a few (very slow) deep breaths. Okay... okay, somehow putting this costume on has turned you into a woman. ... An Asian(?) woman. Wait, no, that doesn't matter! You have to think, you have to get help or something... \n\n<hr>\n[[Get help from the store.|BuddyOct6x4]]\n\n[[Get help from a friend.|BuddyOct10x1]]

You eye the image on the box of 'Bouncy Kunoichi'... you're really not entirely certain how you'd wear that thing. For that matter you're not entirely sure how it would stay in place on a woman! It would probably be borderline indecent either way, especially for you since you'd be much more likely to spill out of certain parts of it. ... But, hell, it is kind of a wild party you're going to anyway. And it might be kind of hilarious to show off such a fanservicey, blatantly skimpy outfit on a guy. Shaking your head and grinning, you point at the box with the picture of the well-endowed woman wearing strips of red and white. "I'll take the Mai Shira-, ah, 'Bouncy Kunoichi' costume then, I guess."\n\n"I don't think you'll be disappointed, sir, please enjoy yourself," Atalanta answers as she brings the box over to the counter to ring you up.\n\nYou open up the box when you get home, glancing through. There's not a whole lot to it, really... the skimpy outfit, some gloves and things for your feet, tabi socks or whatever you'd call them, a wig and some makeup, and a couple of folding fans, which are probably the only props the costume really needs. Trying not to talk yourself out of your costume selection, you set it aside until the following day. Early in the evening you lay everything out and, freshly showered, start to pull it on.\n\nFirst there's the extremely skimpy panties. A G-string that, on a woman, probably wouldn't do more than just barely cover her cleft. Still, nothing for it you suppose, so you pull them on and hike the string over your hips, feeling it slip between your buttcheeks, the front of them basically hugging against the bottom of your balls. Pretty daring, but hey. They're a little uncomfortable at first but as you move to start swinging the strips of the main garment into place over your shoulders and belting them around your waist with the scarf, they start to get less so, the strings resting a little easier above the curve of your hips and between the roundness of your asscheeks, the panties resting more easily against your skin. Once you've got the sash with its long tails in place, you sit down on the bed and lift your leg up to start pulling on the socks and buckling on the leg guard, your chest pillowing a little against your curvy thigh as you do up the ties, wobbling some as you shift and lift the other leg instead. \n\nYou hop to your feet easily, chest giving an energetic jiggle as you pull on the gloves and fasten them as well, then sweep the wig onto your head and settle it in place. You run your hands over it, marveling how the seam just seems to disappear, leaving the long brown ponytail swaying behind you as you head into the bathroom. Leaning forward, you rest a hand on the counter and pucker your full lips, applying some of the bright red lipstick to them and smacking them once before straightening up, tits bouncing as you rest your hands on your full, essentially bare hips. "There! Looking great!" you enthuse, doing a few light turns back and forth, the front flap of your outfit flipping up a bit to show off the tiny panties hugging against the curve of your pussy. So sexy!\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait, something seems off...|BuddyOct6x3]]\n\n[[Time to party!|BuddyOct]]

The ratings for this 'Cosplay Casbah' place do seem pretty high, and not all of them seem to be overloaded with pidgin Japanese either so it seems a good bet. You hop in the car and head on over, and are soon walking through the door into an area full of bright colors, shiny plastic accessories, and slightly shinier metal accessories. It's quite a lot of stuff, really, definitely not the bare shelves you were worried you'd find. Of course, with all this stuff, you now face looking through all of it trying to find a costume that suits you. Hm, might actually be nice to have some help...\n\nAs if summoned, what you figure must be an employee steps out from behind one of the racks of clothing. Must be, because she's got multicolored hair, is wearing a black dress of a style that no one would quite wear just for going out shopping, and has, er, is wearing cat ears and a tail.\n\n"Hello, Master, and welcome to Cosplay Casbah," she says, sketching a quick bow with her hands together. Wait, did you just see the cat tail swish around? Huh, must be motorized, either she shops high-end or this store has some seriously upscale stuff. "I am your faithful Servant, Atalanta, and please let me know if there's anything I can help you with today," she says in a slightly formal, rehearsed tone.\n\n"Ah, thanks. Actually I'm looking for a costume for a party tomorrow, and I was hoping you could offer some suggestions, maybe show me the stuff that's in my size?" you ask, grinning at her. She is pretty cute after all.\n\n"The owner guarantees that all of our costumes are 'one size fits all', no matter your proportions," Atalanta answers evenly, gesturing to the nearby rack as if to say you could take any of them you liked right now. Which seems a pretty lofty claim, considering some of the anime and game fans you've met, but she says it with such straightforward sincerity that you kind of believe her. "However, if you would like help choosing, the Owner has a number of 'fully featured' costumes that are complete and come with appropriate accessories as well, so that you do not have to worry about assembling them piecemeal."\n\nThat perks you up. "Oh hey, that would be great! Ah, say, while I'm at it, are these costumes officially licensed?"\n\nAtalanta pauses in mid-turn, her tail flicking very convincingly, ears doing the same, before she turns back to you. "The Owner makes all of these costumes themselves, to satisfy their strict standards of quality and authenticity. So no, I'm afraid they are not licensed and we must refer to them in somewhat more generic terms. However, I assure you that these costumes will provide a level of authenticity that you will not receive from any officially licensed product sir, and if you are not completely satisfied with the experience then I will do everything in my power to make you so."\n\n"Hm. Guess I can't argue with a guarantee like that," you answer, just giving her a light smile. You're not sure if she's actually flirting with you in her own somewhat deadpan manner, or if that's just a general company line... either way best not to be a creep about it. "Alright, what do you have in the full sets?" \n\n"Please follow me," Atalanta answers as she walks over to the long counter along one side of the showroom. She slips behind it and ducks down, then begins lifting boxes up onto the counter, each with a picture of the character whose costume they contain. "Alright sir, we currently have '[[King of the Britons|BuddyOct8x1]]', '[[Hero of Ages|BuddyOct]]', '[[Tuxedo Hero|BuddyOct]]', '[[Space Commander|BuddyOct]]', and '[[Resist Harder Horse|BuddyOct]]' in male costumes," she concludes, setting a box with a picture of positively memetic status on the side on the counter. She ducks back down, her tail the only thing really visible sticking up in the air as she continues. "And in female costumes-"\n\n"Um," you interrupt, fighting the urge to lean over and look at her while she's bent down like that, since you don't want to test just how devoted she is to this whole 'anime girl' thing. "Why are you looking at the female costumes?"\n\nShe pauses, the tip of her tail flicking, before she straightens up and holds up an index finger, informing you solemnly, "'Crossplay' is very popular sir. I highly advise you to consider it, it can make for a very amusing evening for everyone."\n\nYou suppose there would be a lot of laughs if you showed up dressed in a miniskirt, so you shrug. "Yeah, okay, sure."\n\n"Alright, in female costumes we have '[[Bouncy Kunoichi|BuddyOct6x2]]', '[[Princess of the Mushrooms|BuddyOct]]', '[[Anti-Demon Ninja|BuddyOct]]', '[[Meido Honor|BuddyOct15x1]]'... hm, that one might be misfiled," she murmurs, pausing to look at the box once she's set it down. Then she ahs, looking at you and holding up a finger again. "We also have a quite good selection of complete and accessorized [[schoolgirl uniforms|BuddySGStart]] if you were interested in those."

Swallowing your most immediate and visceral reaction, you clear your throat. "That might not be a good idea... the Lieutenant didn't tell us to split up, so if she finds out we did, we'd catch hell."\n\n"Yeah, point," Shyn grumbles. "Alright, let's do the dorm first." She leads the way down the steps, sweeping her slightly larger double-emitter rifle back and forth in front of her as she goes. The dorm level is in much the same state as the areas above... debris from the rooms is scattered around the floor, there's chips and even cracks in the cement walls, and most of the rooms are rather dim. "Alright, I'm gonna keep the stairwell covered. LaChance, check out the rooms, Kaze, check the shower room."\n\nBoth of you nod, with you stopping to sweep your rifle to cover the open doorway of the first dorm room you come to, the lights from your harness illuminating partway in and the spotlight on your rifle reaching the back wall. You can see Veronka continuing on down the hall towards the flickering area of the showers as you make your way to the room across the hall to do the same check... you have no desire to actually go inside, where a lot of the lights are out, and Shyn doesn't seem interested in ordering you to.\n\nYou've gotten to room 117, mildly disturbed by the obvious signs of violence but complete lack of signs of gore in an identical-looking and near-identically-numbered room to your own, when there's a scream. You snap your rifle up and swing it around in time to see Veronka come pelting full speed out of the shower room, pursued by multiple shambling black masses. She yelps as her foot hits a piece of someone's footlocker, ankle obviously twisting as she topples forward, her rifle hitting the floor ahead of her and slipping free, skittering across the concrete to come to a rest against some scraps of cloth near your feet. "Oh God, help me!" she screams, stretching out a hand towards you, her yellow eyes wide with panic.\n\n"LaChance, leave her, let's go!" Shyn bellows from the stairs, already starting to drop back into the stairwell. "It's too late, c'mon!"\n\nFor a horrible, awful instant, everything slows to an absolute crawl, letting you see the malformed, lopsided horrors shambling towards Veronka, led by an almost triangular thing rimmed all up the sides by tentacles and with several large, gnashing mouths in its front, a snaillike lower body shoving it ever closer to the panic-stricken catgirl who's been a thorn in your side for the last month.\n\nCommander Connors said it yourself... one of the things that will get you dead is being a hero...\n\n<hr>\n[[Be smart.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Be merciful.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Fuck it. Be a hero.|GGSR6x12]]

Your name is Jace Cane, and you kill the things that go bump in the night. You are a dark-haired, dark-eyed young man, your features grown angular and harsh from your lifestyle, though most girls would probably find you quite handsome... if there was a place in your life for other people. You are alone, and have been since your parents were killed by a demon when you were a child. Sure, there have been people you've spent time with since then... mentors, temporary allies... but none of them have been able to get through the bitterness and duty that defines your life, if they even cared to.\n\nYou are tall, broad-shouldered, and have a scar that runs under your eyes and across the bridge of your nose. You honestly can't quite remember where you got it... you get beaten up so thoroughly and in such short succession sometimes that it's hard to remember just which ones left which marks. There's a lot of dangerous things out there just under the safe layer of normality most people live in, and you've been swimming below the surface of that layer for a long time.\n\nTo fight the forces of evil, you use...\n\n<hr>\n[[An arsenal of weaponry.|JaceWarStart]]\n\n[[Magic.|JaceMageStart]]

Obviously there's a language gap, but your host deciphers pretty quickly that you're lost far from home and, apparently still quite grateful for returning Asmaneh to him, he still resolves to help you. So you get put up in quite a nice room and even have your own servant, which overall isn't too bad.\n\nOver the course of several months, you learn the language, and can mostly make yourself understood... except that a lot of the concepts you're trying to get across, like time travel and countries that haven't been discovered yet, are just a little too complex. You can't find the common frame of reference to figure out the words you need, so eventually you just give up.\n\nYour former master is still quite kind to you, as is Asmaneh, especially once you explain that you hoped bringing her back would be the result of petrifying her all along. By then, obviously, they've been married for awhile now. But he's a young man yet, a young man looking for ways to establish himself and show his growing power and wealth. Ways like a pretty young foreign bride.\n\nIt's not like you have a whole lot of other options... he's basically already taking care of you completely, and while you don't <i>think</i> he'd just toss you out into the desert if you said no... well. Besides, he's a nice enough guy, all things considered, and he <i>is</i> rich.\n\nSo it comes to pass that eventually, your former master becomes your master again... your husband and master, that is.\n\n<b>Samantha the Genie</b> end - <i>Second bride for first master</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

You spend the rest of the weekend doing the usual... hanging out with the other girls that are in Maeve's clique and networking yourself to insure you're top dog among the lesser dogs, doing a little bit of studying (which you find much easier now), taking your meals with Maeve and some of the others, and checking over your clothes to get an idea of what you'll wear over the next week. Toss in a bout of lesbian sex with Erika every few hours and it's a much better weekend than the last one was.\n\nOn Monday, Professor Senna sets all of you to making a piece of paper fold itself. You start to go through the motions, but with the background skills that Maeve passed to you, you find it almost comically easy. Before you know it your wand-gestures have the paper folding itself into an airplane and, with a little tap on the back of it, send it soaring in lazy curls above the heads of the somewhat awestruck other remedial students.\n\nProfessor Senna raises one thin white eyebrow, making her way towards where you're sitting with slow, steady strides, hands clasped behind her back, her voice low enough that it's pitched for the two of you alone. "Well, Layla, I see that Maeve has been helping you 'study'," she murmurs, reaching out a curled finger to bounce a bit of your hair on it. "As well as styling your hair."\n\nYou project polite confusion and mild boredom onto your face, even as you desperately want to blush and/or grind your teeth. For one thing, it sounds like the professor not only has a pretty good idea about Maeve's teaching spell, but just what else you were doing with her that resulted in your makeover. For another, you're not used to any teacher being anywhere nearly that perceptive, and it's got you a little rattled.\n\n"Come with me, we'll discuss your transfer to the full-fledged classes, since you're obviously ready for them. In skill level," she adds, before glancing around. "The rest of you, free study period. And I mean <i>study</i>. Layla, bring your things."\n\nYou gather up your equipment and follow after the robed teacher, staring at the back of her broad-brimmed hat and wondering if you're in trouble. She leads you through the door and into her office, which is surprisingly normal... it looks a lot like your Daddy's study, actually, just no easily-unlockable liquor cabinet or stack of Playboys tucked away halfheartedly (that you can tell). It even has a computer on the desk, which you stare at a little... it's the first piece of modern electronics you've seen since you got here.\n\n"Can I check my Faceboo-" you find yourself asking before you've even realized you were going to speak.\n\n"No. Please, sit down," Professor Senna interrupts, gesturing to one of the comfy-looking chairs in front of her desk as she settles into the desk chair.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[But... my Farmville...|Aspareth4x17]]

You are an adult female between the ages of thirty and forty. You've got some life history behind you and think you have a pretty good handle on things. (Which may or may not be true.) You also think the world is a boring, mundane place with few real surprises around the corner. (Which, again, may or may not be true.)\n\n[[Celeste|CelesteStart]]: A thirty-two-year-old former office worker, you've hit the skids pretty hard. You're living out of your car and the only reason you still have that is that you hide it when you park each night. You've gotta turn things around somehow...\n\n[[Helen|HelenStart]]: A thirty-one-year-old teacher, you've made a real name for yourself over the last several years. You've got your pick of a number of choice assignments, limited only by the opportunities you think you'll provide.\n\n[[Marei|MareiStart]]: You're a thirty-eight-year-old single mother, currently living off the pension and life insurance of your late husband. You spend most of your time doing various work with the community and taking care of your offspring.

Camping seems a good idea. Get back to nature and then do what comes naturally, you think with a grin as you browse the site. It looks like there are two options. One is to bring your own camping equipment and completely rough it out in a fairly large section of the forest, which would certainly give you a much wider variety of spots to get completely away from civilization before violating one of its tenets by having your son fuck you. Or, you can rent a 'historic' cabin... which, since it lists 'basic amenities' as part of its features, means that it has electric lights and indoor plumbing but not a whole lot else. Still, probably less worrying about insects and rain while you're trying to seduce your offspring, so there's that.\n\n<hr>\n[[Tent.|Marei]]\n\n[[Cabin.|Marei]]

Just evening up the odds could always help immensely! Besides, there's always a chance that Ukyo's curse could wind up taking her out of the running entirely, which is all to the better.\n\nYou open up your closet and look over the little row of small water casks. Let's see... you have some "[[Spring of Drowned Cat|ShampooX]]", which would certainly literally even things up between you. Alternatively there's some "[[Spring of Drowned Dog|ShampooX]]"... that feels like giving her a step up over you in some ways, but it's hard to deny the amusement appeal of turning her into a literal bitch. You have some "[[Spring of Drowned 'Lesser Beast'|ShampooX]]"... even the seller apparently didn't have a proper idea of what it is and wasn't interested enough to find out; it's probably some small furry creature not native to Asia, if you had to guess, and that could not only knock Ukyo down a few pegs, but satisfy your curiosity as to the water's type.\n\nAnd of course there's the cask of "[[Spring of Drowned Boy|ShampooX2x2]]". You'd got your hands on it with the intent to bribe Ranma, but have never brought yourself to actually offer it up. (Is it your fault your husband looks so cute as a girl? <i>Is it?!</i>) However, considering Ranma's distaste towards actually being treated like a girl and the affections of men, that could be quite effective at forcing some distance between the two of them.

Taking out your phone, you open it up and tap the camera on, setting the camera to screenside and tapping record. "Hey gang, Wilma again for the Monster Magnet blog, and today I'm recording from an arcade inside Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland, the infamous abandoned amusement park. I'll have plenty more pictures and maybe some video of the rest of the park, but for now I'm in here soooo here we go! This place actually still has electricity and some of the games are working, so I figured I'd play something. Let's check it out, huh?"\n\nYou reverse the camera and click the screen off, tucking the phone into a pocket on your hoodie that you know should have clearance for the camera before starting to stroll through the cabinets, jingling a handful of the tokens. "Alright, let's see, what's working, what to play...? Some of these look kinda nonstandard... maybe knockoffs? I dunno, you guys tell me in the comments..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Immortal Dethbrawl.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Tron?|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Galaga?|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Polybius.|WilmaFun]]

You exchange a glance with Maya. "Maybe it had better be me. We don't know what that might do, right?"\n\n"Ahhh, he's doing it to protect her! That's really cute!" Lucoa squeals happily, before clearing her throat. "Alright, one succubus familiar coming up!" she adds in a chirp, holding out her hand to the side, palm downward. There's a loud <i>poof</i> and a roil of smoke, and when it clears there's a brown-skinned girl with long, pretty blonde hair, big blue eyes, horns, and wings standing there. She only looks a year or two older than you, though she's wearing a black leather bustier hugging her full (though not as much as Lucoa) brown breasts, and a matching bikini-style bottom riding high on her hips, along with black leather boots and bracers. "Well, you kids have fun!" Lucoa chirps, before she just... uncoils, into a massive black serpentine form with iridescent wings, taking off and quickly disappearing into the sky.\n\nYou, Maya, and the succubus are all left staring after her with slack jaws. It takes a minute before any of you are sufficiently recovered... it kind of makes you feel better that even the demon was apparently as surprised about that as the two mortals. She clears her throat against her fist, then rests her hands on her hips, leathery wings spreading a bit. "Greetings, my mortal master," she says calmly, somehow reminding you of a cat trying to maintain its dignity after falling off a table. "What would you have of me first?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A blowjob.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Her name.|QOSuc2x3]]

As you're waffling over your decision, your phone pings, and you check it to find a text from Allen saying he'll be gone all weekend. The fact that you won't be interrupted destroys one of your excuses for not obeying, and you find the rest crumbling as you undo your pants and push them and your underwear down, revealing the pink metal enclosure around your cock and balls. Once you've pulled off your shirt as well, you can't help but look down at it and feel a little distress at how small it makes both look... didn't she say wearing it longterm might cause <i>permanent</i> shrinkage? Well... all the more reason to satisfy Saya as fast as possible and get it off, you guess.\n\nYour fingers shake a bit as you sit down to unbox the vibrator and start applying the lube to it, the entire time that you're trying to apply the viscous stuff to it knowing that you're about to be sliding it into your previously untouched ass. What's worse is that once it's lubed up, you still have to awkwardly find a position to put it in from... and that winds up being on your knees and face on the bed, reaching behind yourself to position the lubed-up pink item, trying a few nudges before you feel it up against your pucker. Biting your lip and squirming, you start pushing it in, shuddering some at the unfamiliar sensation of something sliding inside you, spreading you open, penetrating. It's not even that big but it's such an unfamiliar sensation that you're left wiggling your hips back and forth as you try to process it. You push it in further, and further, and almost give a squeak as it suddenly slips further in seemingly of its own accord, settling at a point inside you where it seems like it's unlikely to come out again. Shifting around a bit, after a moment you straighten up slowly onto your knees, glancing down in embarrassment at the thin pink cable running from between your legs (and, you know, into your ass) to the little pink battery case.\n\nAnd then suddenly the bullet gives a hard, firm shake inside you, the suddenness as much as the sensation making you yelp loudly and thrust your hips, your body trembling at the totally strange and unexpected pleasure that the pink bullet buzzing inside your ass brings. It only lasts for a second or two before it stops and you pant a little bit, picking up the battery case and looking at it. You didn't even touch it! But since you're looking right at it, this time you see the little blue light come on as the vibrator buzzes inside your ass again, making you squeak and grit your teeth, your body trembling in time with the vibration that lasts awhile longer this time. You're still left trembling when the light goes off and the vibration ends, and it takes a moment before you can gather your wits to look at the battery case. The indicator beside the blue light that came on shows a set of scaling up bars... power intensity? No there's no way to indicate what it would be on, and there aren't any other indicators on the casing itself. ... Wait, you've heard of these that work on, like... bluetooth, or wi-fi, for people that want to be able to remote activate them for their partner... or, you guess in this instance, slave. But if it's this symbol, then... cellular?! That means Saya can use it on you no matter where you go!\n\nYou groan a little as you realize that must be part of her point... driving home how she has you in her power no matter where you go (presumably as long as you don't leave the country and cause your ass-vibe to invoke roaming charges). Still, there's not much you can do about it, you think right before Saya makes it buzz again almost as if she'd read your thoughts and wanted to agree, making your hips buck and squirm at the feeling of the smooth, shaking cylinder-egg inside you.\n\nYou try to find something to do to distract yourself, like watching a movie or playing games on the computer, but it's hard when Saya buzzes you apparently on her every whim. It's always random enough that you can't brace yourself for it, and sometimes it really does seem like she times it perfectly to disrupt whatever you're doing with the surge of surprise pleasure, to the point that you can't help but think of her as somehow watching over you with some sort of immense power she holds. The damnedest and most humiliating thing is that the more she does it, the more you're forced to admit it feels <i>very</i> good... except even then, even as she buzzes you and leaves it going for multiple minutes until you're panting and red in the face, there's nothing you can do about it. The chastity cage around your cock not only insures that you can't get relief, but that you can't even get hard or rub yourself there, forcing you to experience the pleasure entirely from your ass.\n\nEventually you realize you're getting hungry... and remember the other part of the demand Saya made. You swallow hard, but get some clothes together. You wonder what to do about the battery compartment, but finally realize there's no help for it... you have to unfurl the tightly-rolled strap at the back of it and fasten it around your thigh, like a girl in a hentai, the extra pressure on your leg helping remind you of your situation just like all the others. (At least that one's much easier to start ignoring after a few minutes, especially once you've got your underwear and pants on over it.) Doing your best not to walk funny, and yet somehow suspecting even more strongly than ever that everyone you pass must somehow Know Everything about the cage around your cock and the sex toy buried in your asshole, your cheeks bear an almost constant blush as you try to figure out where to eat that will satisfy Saya's demands but not wind up with you too humiliated.\n\nThe first two places you try have, respectively, only a scattering of people and practically no one eating there. But the moment you start to step in the door the vibe switches on and stays on, leaving you standing there trembling and red-faced with the hostesses looking at you funny until you turn and hurry out, whereupon the vibration stops. Damn, can Saya actually read your mind?! ... No, but she can track the sex toy she's using on you, you realize with a heavy heart as you walk along the sidewalk, and she's obviously lived in this town for a few years... she knows which places are busy on a Saturday night and which ones aren't, and all she has to do is buzz you when she sees your GPS dot in a certain place on the map. And so, taking a deep breath and bracing yourself, you head for the nearby sports bar that you can practically hear the crowd of from outside.\n\nOf course it's packed, and you wind up having to wait to be seated... which Saya apparently enjoys, giving you short little 'jolts' every so often, often just whenever someone sits down beside you or gets up for their table, making you again wonder if she's got some sort of more thorough observation method than just GPS tracking. But finally your name is called and you're shown to a mostly out-of-the-way table. But as if the universe were punishing you for enjoying that one tiny bit of reprieve, your waitress shows up and she's just... almost unbearably attractive. "Hi, are you ready to order?" she chirps.\n\n"U-um, I'll just have the basic bURRRger," you almost squeak as the vibe suddenly buzzes hard while you're talking, making your face go red after your little jolt in the seat. "And a sodah-ah-ah," you stammer as it does a trio of shorter blips inside you.\n\nThankfully she seems not to notice, just echoing back the order and then hurrying off. You slump forward against the table some, doing your best to muffle a whimper as the vibe switches back on at a low, steady thrum for awhile. Saya continues to play with you remotely all through your wait for your meal and even as you try to eat, sometimes short hard buzzes, or long low ones, and everything in between. You're left trying desperately to act normal and like nothing's going on, which just makes you more intensely aware of the vibrator lodged inside you. Every time someone so much as glances at you, for a flash you're sure they heard something, saw something, and it's like you're sitting there naked and exposed save for the pink cage around your prick, the pink strap around your thigh, and the pink cable disappearing into your pucker, until they look away again. You almost think you've gotten through all of it when the hot waitress comes back with your check, except that she stops and smiles at you. "I hope your visit to us was fun tonight, sir?"\n\nEven as you start to reply that it was fine, the vibrator switches back on. "I-it was fah-" But this is no quick buzz... Saya suddenly seems determined to play you like a musical instrument, alternating the vibrator's settings repeatedly as you tremble in your chair.\n\n"Sir?" the waitress asks innocently, tilting her head. "Is something wrong? Should I get the manager?"\n\n"N-no, no, it's... it's fiiine," you practically whimper as Saya switches to a pattern of short, hard pulses followed by longer steady ones. You slump forward onto your arms on the table, barely holding yourself up. It feels like... it feels like you're getting fucked, like Saya is fucking you from wherever she is.\n\n"Sir?" the waitress asks again, just as a particularly hard buzz from the vibe pushes you over the edge and actually makes you cum from your ass. You can feel your trapped cock twitching slightly, suddenly highly sensitive inside its entrapment as you fill your underwear with a load that's been deliberately built up over two days. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asks, leaning in closer to you, concern all over her pretty face.\n\n"I'm..." You swallow, still breathing hard, some of your bangs actually damp with sweat. "... I'm fine..."\n\n"Good." She smiles... then leans in, lips almost brushing your ear as she whispers, "You should have just let the Mistress be in charge from the start, bitch. Now go out the back way so you don't bother anyone with your creamed panties."\n\nThe sudden shock of fear at the realization Saya actually does have agents around town mingled with humiliation that the waitress knew the entire time makes your body go tense... and your ass clamp around the vibe, earning a fresh gasp from you. Nodding meekly, you rise and slip into the nearby hallway, hurrying out the service entrance with a steadily spreading dark spot on the front of your jeans. Luckily Saya doesn't seem to be quite cruel enough to buzz you while you're driving, since your return to the dorm is largely lacking in vibe attacks. However, once you do return, you spot another of those bright pink little girl's birthday style presents sitting prominently in front of your door, where it surely must have been seen by other dorm residents by now. Groaning softly, you hurry to pick it up and take it inside. It's fairly flat compared to the last one, and when you open it up you find that that's because all it contains is another envelope... and a purple G-string, the front of it showing a lacey embroidered top and the rest a shiny, smooth surface of gleaming silk. With a whine low in your throat, you open the envelope and pull out the note. It's still fancy and embossed, although this one's considerably longer.\n\n'You were so comfortable confiding in me last night that you told me how hard you'd tried to dress manly. Well too bad! These panties are yours, and you'll put them on right away. Tomorrow, you'll go out shopping for more pairs, at least enough for the rest of the week. They all need to be as cute as these. Make sure to tell the shop employees, nice and clearly, that you're shopping for pretty panties for yourself. -Mistress PS: Remember, the vibe stays in until midnight!'\n\nPanties? Now she wants you to wear panties for the rest of the week?! ... And you have to buy them with your own money?!\n\n<hr>\n[[That's it, this is too far!|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[... better look up a nearby lingerie store...|GwynSaya1x5]]

You have to admit, you're kind of beat. It may have only been a couple of orgasms but they were all intense ones, and you're feeling a bit tired. Besides, you've got plenty of time to play around with these things! You take some time to clean the used toys before putting them away, take a quick shower yourself, then flump into bed, quickly falling asleep.\n\nYou wake up the next morning, changed back again, the pink wig sprawled on a pillow. Grinning, you quickly put it back on, already feeling your body starting to slender out as you head to get the rest of the costume.\n\nOnce again attired as a maid (hm, it's really cute but you wonder if there's any way at all to wear something different?), you take a moment to put in the jeweled plug, biting your lip and making pleased noises as it slides in, then tug your panties back up over your ass, dropping your skirt back into place. May as well stay dressed while you make breakfast (well, closer to lunch, you've slept in quite a bit) just so that nothing sensitive gets splashed. You're pattering towards the kitchen when there's a knock at the door.\n\nYou blink. You weren't expecting anyone today. In fact you specifically tried to steer everyone away from visiting this week. But again there's another insistent knock at the door. Sighing, you head towards the front of the house, figuring you'll have to pretend to be an actual maid and that 'you' aren't home. Of course, you're rather surprised when you spot a familiar face through the window in the middle of the door. Unlocking it and opening it a bit, you poke your face out. "Atalanta? What are you doing here?"\n\n"Good morning, Master," Atalanta replies evenly with a bob of the head. "I apologize for disturbing you at home, but the fact of the matter is that the Owner would like to speak with you."\n\n"... The shop's owner?" You step back and blink at her as you open the door some more. "Why?"\n\n"She declined to share that with me, but was very insistent. I highly suggest accepting this visit," the woman replies, her cat ears flicking slightly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|BuddyOct16x4]]\n\n[[Refuse.|BuddyOct]]

You can't help but think someone's trying to get sued with that name, but you have to admit it's evocative. The long, ivory white, slightly wobbly dildo is modeled on a horse's penis, complete with blunt tip, flared head, and very thick shaft. It should scare the hell out of you, but the moment you saw it you knew you had to try to get it in, the newly-awakened lust for anal stimulation from your previous venture unable to let you say no. The fact that Atalanta told you that your changed body was superhumanly 'durable' might have played a part in that. She also said not to push yourself but, well... you'll work up to the big leagues. \n\nYou decide to start with one of the plugs. You wound up picking a purple one with a cute pink gem on the base, because hey, this body's adorable, why not have adorable sex toys? You lube the plug up thoroughly and then bend over the bed, bracing yourself with one hand and reaching back with the other. It doesn't take much to find your pucker with the tip, and you start slowly pushing it in, moaning softly as the tapering toy pushes you open wider and wider, your slender cock twitching and dripping a little pre. You gasp loudly as you push it past the largest of the bulge and your ass practically sucks it inside of you, the jeweled hilt settling up against your pucker. You moan softly, wiggling your hips and moving your body, constantly aware of the bulging shape inside you. \n\nAfter a few moments you clamber up onto the bed and sprawl on your back, snagging one of the masturbation sleeves and adding a few generous squirts of lube. Pressing the tight little round hole in one end to the tip of your cock, you slowly push it down, gasping both at the tightness around even your slender prick, but also at the way you wind up clenching around the plug in your ass. Even better is when you begin thrusting your hips up into the sleeve, the motions making you work more around the plug and thumping it inside you when your pert ass hits the bed. Unlike your usual, you squeal and moan and cry out plenty, getting off on your own adorable voice as you fuck the latex asshole until you cum in it, every shot feeling like a geyser with your ass clenching around the plug to urge you on.\n\nYou pant for a few moments once you're done, then slide the onahole off before rolling onto your side and reaching back to pull out the jeweled plug. Setting it aside as well, you glance over your other toys before taking the pink 'egg' vibrator and its little control case connected by a cord. Sliding the pill-shaped vibe into your already slick ass, you push it in as deep as two fingers can get it before settling onto your back and taking the remote, flicking it on, then gasping at the sudden buzzing, shaking sensation inside you. Your cock dribbles a little pre again as you pant and squirm, then decide to try playing with your nipples, since they're much pinker and puffier than they were before. You wind up letting out an extremely girlish squeal when they turn out to be very sensitive. Rubbing and pinching your flat boytits, you pant and gasp and moan as you look down at yourself, watching your slender, pretty cock wobble in the air as you jerk your hips, occasionally reaching over to turn the vibration up in between toying with your nipples. When you hit the 'Max' setting it's like pushing an orgasm button, and you grit your teeth and arch your back hard, cock shooting long streamers of cum high into the air to rain down on your belly and chest as you tremble.\n\nYou clean up a little before the next round, and this time wind up selecting one of the more realistically-shaped dildos. The moment you reach between your legs to start pushing it in, and feel your asshole spreading and then closing around the head, you're completely sure of it... you're in love with cock. Moaning sweetly, you keep pushing more of the rubber prick into your eager little asshole, your legs lifted up high to give yourself a better angle to push it in with. The stiff rubber balls press against you at the bottom, and you quickly start pumping it out, whispering "Fuck me, yes, fuck my ass, fuck!" You don't bring yourself off to orgasm this time, instead pulling the dildo out and selecting a slightly larger 'jelly' one, replacing the other. This makes you 'mmf' and squirm as it slides inside you, every squeeze of your ass making it squish in some places and bulge up in others, the rather wobbly, semi-solid feel of it almost as fascinating as it is pleasurable as you fuck yourself with it.\n\nBut you don't get yourself off with that either, instead just bringing yourself to the edge and then letting yourself calm down, lightly playing with your nipples just to keep yourself a little stimulated. Then you roll over onto all fours, braced on one forearm as you pick up one of your other acquisitions... 'King', a dog dildo. Bright red, it's longer than the other two, with a thick knot at the end... something you find yourself looking forward to after the way the plug felt. You bite your lower lip, a bit of a taboo thrill zinging through you as you press the pointed tip to your pucker and start pushing the gradual bulge of the shaft into yourself, the distinctly nonhuman shape making you feel simultaneously guilty and excited. You moan softly as you push it in deeper and deeper, until you feel the bulge of the hard rubber knot pressing against you. You start stroking the rest of the shaft in and out, gasping and whimpering sweetly as you fuck yourself with it, then gradually push the knot inside, letting out soft huffs of intensity at how much it's stretching you, then a yowl as it pops inside, your cock almost instantly jerking and spurting long ropes of creamy white onto the bed.\n\nYou pant for a few moments more, then reach down and begin stroking yourself, moaning softly as you feel your ass clench around the long, canine-inspired faux prick and its hard red rubber knot. You jerk your hips in the air, unable to help imagining a big dog looming over you, panting as empties its load into your ass. (You totally should have bought the version with a 'cum tube' you realize.) Eventually you release your cock and reach back, slowly pulling back on the base of it, feeling your ass stretch again until the knot slips back out. You shiver... then push the knot back in, again gradually letting yourself stretch until it pops inside you. You repeatedly pump the knot in and out of your tight little pucker, until finally you have your first authentic assgasm, your eyes rolling up in your head and tongue lolling out as your spasming, climaxing hole squeezes and ripples around the artificial dog dick.\n\nIt takes a little longer for your mind to clear this time, but you eventually manage to gather your scattered wits enough to pull the dog dildo out and flop onto your back, panting. You look at the area you've been setting the used toys in, then at the layout of unused ones. There's plenty of different ones there... but after making yourself actually cum from your ass alone, and knotfucking yourself with the rubber canine cock, there's only really one thing you could do for a finale.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use Shadowfax.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Maybe tomorrow night.|BuddyOct16x3]]

"It's not a big deal, just some moving-day blues I guess," you answer with a shrug. "It'll probably take awhile for me to settle in and get used to things, you know?"\n\n"Adapting to a new environment can be difficult," Shirou allows, before he smiles. "Perhaps a party would be just the thing to perk you up and help you feel like you're fitting in."\n\nThat makes you blink. "A party?" Though you do start grinning a little. Apparently American students and Japanese students have at least a little in common.\n\n"It's going to be a fairly large event, with a select batch of students and young alumni there... still a not inconsiderable amount of people. There will be games, and gambling, and discussions of our studies. It will be an invaluable chance to have some fun, meet some of your fellow students, and even do some networking. You are, after all, relatively wealthy now, as well as owning land and a business. It's likely you'll want to make some investments at some point, or have someone invest in you... either way, there will be the sort of people there who can either do so directly or provide you with the connections you need. I'd be more than happy to bring you along as my guest."\n\nWell, since he's offering to bring you as his personal guest, you don't really think you can turn it down. "Alright then, sure, thanks, sounds great."\n\n"Excellent. The party's being held at a building not too far from campus, so we'll meet up here at eight in the evening on Saturday. It's not formal dress, but do try to dress to impress."\n\nWith that in mind, you spend part of the week wandering around clothing stores finding a good outfit... it's a good excuse to stay away from the Hitasuneko until later anyway, as the air continues to be chilly, mildly insulting, or openly hostile depending on who's breathing it there at the moment. You eventually decide on a dark navy suit with a crimson collared shirt... after a fair bit of waffling over a tie, you decide to go without. A bit of a relief since, when you show up for the meeting on Saturday, Shirou has clearly gone a bit more casual from his earlier look as well... he's still wearing a white suit and white shirt, but the cut's a bit more rakish and the shirt has the top few buttons undone, making him look like someone updated a seventies dandy. \n\n"Ah, Austin, good, let's set out, shall we?" Shirou gestures to the sidewalk and you nod, falling into step with him. Shirou grins a bit as you undo a few shirt buttons and rumple your collar a little in imitation of him, but kindly doesn't say anything. "Now, this is a very informal gathering, so no need to stand on honorifics or strict etiquette. There is, however, one rule at these sorts of parties," he adds, holding up a finger. "If you agree to do something, you must do it. That means if you join a party game, you need to abide by the rules until it's done. Similarly, if you make any agreements, you must honor them."\n\n"Not that I'd go around breaking any deals, but you sound awfully serious about that," you note with a bit of a frown.\n\n"I'm not sure you realize just what a prestigious school your great-uncle's lawfirm has secured you entrance to, my friend. There is a heady mix of the most intelligent students, the wealthiest students, and the oldest families here. Many of the alumnus in attendance tonight have already gone on to great success. The price for showing any of them that you're not a man of your word could be... well, don't worry about it," Shirou says, clapping you on the shoulder as the two of you round a corner and start approaching what looks like a three-story office building. "Just follow the rules of any game you play, don't make any promises you can't keep, and don't make any bets you can't cover."\n\n"Bets? There's real-money gambling?"\n\nShirou holds a finger to his lips as the two of you get closer to the entrance. There's a large blonde woman in a suit standing there, wearing sunglasses despite it being well after dark. Shirou presents a card, and she draws a small scanner wand out of her pocket, running it back and forth over the card. She stares at him briefly, then at you, then nods and turns to the door. She waits a moment for there to be a soft click, then opens it up, music spilling out briefly as the two of you step forward and inside. The music's loud but not quite at a painful volume, luckily, though there's plenty of flashing colored lights. It looks like the bottom level has been turned into a mostly open area, fitted with a glowing dance floor, seats and tables, and a bar running along one wall, as well as a DJ booth lifted about halfway up the wall at one end. "Yes, there's gambling, on the third floor," Shirou says, only having to raise his voice slightly to be heard above the music. "Poker, roulette, a few other games of chance and skill. The second floor is focused more around party games and other typical activities, I think there are even a few video rooms. Down here, of course, there's dancing, the bar, and a few other fun things to partake in." He winks at your mildly shocked expression. "All purely voluntary on your part, of course! Now, I need to go say hello to a few people, but I'm sure that I'll catch up to you shortly. Until then, enjoy yourself as you like!"\n\nYou do feel abandoned as Shirou heads off, but not too much... you're not some shy, wilting wallflower, this is hardly your first college party. Okay, it might be the first one on a scale like this but still. You head on in, taking in the ambiance, noting that the outfits range from "full formal dress" to "barely there". Obviously the party's already been going on for a little bit if clothes are already starting to come off. Now let's see, first decision is, where to go to do something...?\n\n<hr>\n[[First floor.|Austin]]\n\n[[Second floor.|AusJP2x2]]\n\n[[Third floor.|Austin]]

"Let's go up to the bridge, I want to review the captain's logs," you announce, stepping back around the console.\n\nThe four of you make your way to a turbolift and take a rather short ride to the bridge... this small science ship really can't compare to the <i>Venture</i> for sprawl. You step out onto the much smaller and more simplified bridge, though if anything it has even more smooth curves and rounded edges than the <i>Venture</i>'s bridge does. What is it about rounded edges that says "science" in this setting? The viewscreen is still active, showing a view of the abandoned hulk also sharing the orbit. It looks like an odd cross between a Klingon and Romulan ship... it has that sense of being some giant, flying, predatory beast, the curves and indentations of the hull very much giving the impression of a long, reptilian muzzle with bared teeth.\n\nNodding the security officers to make a circuit of the fairly small space and leaving Dr. Fukher to her own devices for the moment, you move to the captain's chair and settle into it, pulling the nearly spherical computer panel around. Luckily, when you were promoted, Starbeat sent out a system update to all their ships that gave your security code access to things like captain's logs for the purposes of such investigations. You call up the captain's logs since arriving in the system and begin going through them.\n\n"-not sure at this point whether the ship was created by the same ancient species that built the ruins below. At this point, learning all we can from sensors before sending expeditionary teams, though I'm hearing a lot of complaints from eager scientists who-"\n\n"-now fairly certain that the ship is from another race. An old and extremely advanced one, highly amoral by our standards, who-"\n\n"-ship may not have been in orbit, or abandoned, nearly as long as we thought. Perhaps only a few years. Means that we've never encountered this race, but they're capable of entering our space with relative ease. Considering what we know, this could be a disastrous revelation. I don't want to alarm Starbeat just yet, but I-"\n\n"-begun disappearing. I've sent out a distress call, but I'm not sure how long we can-"\n\n"-on the ship! They're on the ship, grabbing us up left and right! My god, they're almost as bad as RubBorg, and they're so <i>fast</i>! They're outside the bridge now, trying to get in, not sure how long I-"\n\nThe last log actually cuts off there. Frowning, you look around the bridge. There are no real signs of battle... you'd think if there had been a boarding action, there would be visible damage. Then again, these were scientists with only a token security contingent that was probably mostly dispersed to the exploratory sites... if the invaders were highly advanced, they may have taken the ship without too much trouble.\n\nYou tap your comm badge. "Commander Hawt to <i>Venture</i>." You wait a moment, but receive no response. Frowning, you tap the badge again. "This is Commander Hawt to the <i>USS Venture</i>, please acknowledge."\n\nAfter several moments of silence, a response does come through your badge... a hissing and clicking that it takes the universal translator a moment to start rendering into deep-voiced English. "This is the Raptarran vessel <i>Dominance</i>. You have invaded one of our acquisition vessels. For this your freedom is forfeit. We are already processing the crew of your <i>Venture</i> after they put up a truly feeble effort at resistance. Surrender now and you will be allowed to retain your own forms during your lifetime of slavery. Resist, and you will join your crew in being subject to the whims of our science division."\n\nYou glance sharply at the male security officer, and he quickly moves to what passes for the tactical panel of the science ship. Whatever he sees makes him pale a little and look up at you, so apparently the voice is speaking the truth about the <i>Venture</i>. You look around at the others... the other security officer has a mask of bland professionalism in place, but Dr. Fukher looks terrified. You wonder if your own fear is showing as nakedly, and hope not.\n\n"Well, Commander Hawt?" the voice on the other end of the line asks, snickering a bit audibly. "What will it be? Submission and slavery in your own bodies... or resistance and mutation at the hands of our scientists?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Surrender.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fake surrender.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fight.|TrekF2x11]]

"I, I, I, I would never!" you stammer, face flushing. Years of social conditioning that getting caught staring at a girl is tantamount to violating her come crashing down, and you even bring your hands up to wave them in negation. "I didn't!"\n\n"Oh?" Saiko blinks at that. "What, not even a little?"\n\n"No, definitely not, Saiko, I didn't stare at all, really!" you assure her, nodding firmly as well.\n\n"That's so strange, I had you pegged for a straight boy, and straight boys almost always love tits," she muses aloud, as if sincerely confused... though you catch a bit of a smirk briefly on her lips. "Even most gay guys like boobs, even if it's just to look at."\n\n"I... well I like... I mean, just... I wasn't staring, honest!"\n\n"Hmmmm, not staring even a little. Well, there's only one sort of person who wouldn't look at my boobs even a little," Saiko says with a firm nod. "So for your change, I declare that you should be what you clearly already are inside... a slutty girl who's completely addicted to cock."\n\nYour entire face flushes in a mixture of humiliation and anger, only for you to be distracted at a hot rush that runs through your entire body. It's like standing next to a fire so intense that the heat goes all the way through you, and yet isn't painful or uncomfortable... if anything it brings a borderline orgasmic pleasure that suffuses your entire being. Moaning, you look down at yourself, your eyes widening but your body largely immobile as your chest swells outward, rounding out and becoming two very distinct globes. You can feel something going on in your pants, too, somehow aware of your cock and balls getting smaller and smaller, and a fresh, wet heat opening between your legs. You get an even better look at your new boobs as your jacket and shirt shrink, the jacket quickly disappearing entirely, while your shirt turns into a bright crimson halter-top that not only shows a generous amount of your new cleavage, but as your tits continue to grow, also shows a glimpse of the undersides of them. Your pants are drawing upward and reshaping too, turning into a glossy, even trashy microskirt short enough that in your sitting position, your new and totally bare pussy is shown off. Needless to say it also shows your legs as they reshape from the lean male muscle you're used to into curvaceous thighs and sleek calves, your shoes becoming a pair of what you've mentally called 'fuck me heels' before, becoming bright red. You can feel your hair brushing across your shoulders and your bare lower back as it lengthens, and even a slight weight on your face as brightly-colored lipstick, eyeshadow, and blush appears. Your shoulders slim out and, as you bring your hands up to stare at them, your arms too reshape to become slender and feminine, your nails gaining length and turning glossy bright red as well, your stylish male watch becoming a handful of costume jewelry bracelets.\n\nAs you're still staring at yourself, a thought pierces through the haze of your shock: 'I need cock.' You start a little, lifting your head to stare at Saiko, who only smirks at you as your internal voice, now a soft, eager feminine whisper urges 'I want to suck a big, fat prick, I want to get bent over and have a thick dong shoved in my ass, I want to be used by dozens of men whose faces I never see, cock cock cock cock-'\n\nClutching the sides of your head and shaking it, you do your best to force the insistent, slutty voice down, reminding yourself you're a guy, a straight guy, you like girls, you know who you are, you're Austin. After a minute or so you stabilize... and yet that soft voice is still constantly, insistently whispering about its desire for dick around the edges of your consciousness. "Wh-what... how...?" you stammer, wincing a little at the sultry, feminine set of your voice.\n\n"Hm? This is the sort of Change you can do in this game! It's not limited much at all, as long as the person can still continue the game! Kukukuku," Saiko chirps, covering her mouth with her fingertips as she laughs. "And you becoming a slutty girl doesn't stop the game from proceeding at all! In fact, it's your turn... Augustine!" she adds with a bright look on her face, some of the others in the circle snickering at her little 'joke'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make a run for it!|AusJP]]\n\n[[Calm down and pick someone.|AusJP]]

Well, since she's so into this whole 'change' thing, maybe you can play along. She'll probably just have you put on a cat ears headband or some facepaint or a mask or something. You've done sillier crap trying to impress a hot girl. "Change."\n\n"Ooooo." The way her eyes sparkle certainly does seem to indicate that you've impressed her, though together with the way she's smiling it makes that glint somehow seem more... predatory. "Ooo, I'm so glad, you're really getting into the spirit of things! Hmmm, what to pick for the first change... actually!" She visibly perks up, holding up an index finger. "First, let me ask you a question."\n\n"Hey, I didn't choose Truth!" you protest.\n\n"Oh, I know I know, this is more for my personal edification, you might say," she replies with one of her soft 'kukuku' laughs. "So don't worry, even if you decide to lie, the Lantern King won't punish you. Although I might," she adds, eyes almost literally flashing. Okay, even if this goes well, you think that officially means you'd be sticking your dick in crazy. Which suddenly you forget why that's a bad idea as she brings her hands up and runs them up the slopes of her breasts, thumbs pressing on the sides of her sweater so that she flashes a good half of each nipple at you. "When you first saw me... were you staring at my tits?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No, of course not!|AusJP2x6]]\n\n[[Well, a little.|AusJP]]\n\n[[Abso-fuckin'-lutely.|AusJP]]

"Er. Okay," you acknowledge, nodding slowly. "I guess I can see them."\n\n"Thank you. If you'll wait inside, I'll show her in."\n\nYou shrug, turning to walk into the living room... and blush as your steps make you flex around the plug you've still got in. You'd forgotten about it for a moment as you stood there talking to Atalanta, and now you realize you've got to have an entire conversation with this mysterious 'Owner' with it in. Just great. You ease yourself into one of the chairs, doing your best to ignore the sensation of the plug in your ass, when Atalanta returns, followed by another young woman, this one with her hair in two long ponytails, wearing a red sweater, black pleated skirt, and black thigh-highs.\n\n"Oh, please don't get up," she says breezily as she walks in, one hand resting on her hip as she flippantly gestures with the other. Then she smirks at you... though it's almost more of a leer. "I imagine you were just getting comfortable."\n\nYou fight the urge to squirm at the distinct feeling that she somehow knows about the plug... which would only get more obvious if you started squirming and got a full hardon as opposed to the half a one you have now. Trying to cool your blushing cheeks, you clear your throat. "Um, hi. I'm-"\n\n"I know who you are, that's fine," she says with a little flap of her hand, before settling down on your couch and folding one leg over the other, then daintily setting her hands on her knee. "My name is Rin Tohsaka. Well, it wasn't always, but it is now," she says with another smirk, eyes glittering. "And I created that magic costume you're wearing. If I had to guess, you might be thinking 'Why?', among other things, right?"\n\n"... Have to admit, it crossed my mind," you answer with a nod. "I mean... a magical costume that transforms you into what it is. And you don't even tell people that's what it does up-front, and it doesn't even cost that much. Why do all that?"\n\n"For the love of perverted cosplay, of course!" she snaps back, suddenly sitting forward and clenching a fist, smile and eyes wide, nostrils flaring. "Perverted cosplay is my passion! So much that when I found a magical artifact that let me have a wish, I figured out a wish that would let me take it to the top level!" She pauses, then leans back and resumes her more dignified pose, clearing her throat. "My first wish, of course, being for a costume that would turn me into Tohsaka Rin of the Fate series. I then both wore the costume and, with my new magical abilities and knowledge from wearing it, studied it. Of course by the time I figured out how to reproduce the effect, it was completely permanent, but not like I mind," she says cheerfully, leaning her head back and gazing up at Atalanta with a grin. "We have lots of fun, don't we, Atalanta?"\n\n"We do, Master," the catgirl answers solemnly, before leaning down and kissing Rin upside-down on the lips.\n\n"Mhm, of course we do," Rin chirps, then looks back at you. "I don't necessarily lie to people, but it can lead to lots more fun if the effect sneaks up on them a little. And it led to a loooot of fun for you, didn't it?" she purrs, that smirk-leer returning.\n\n"W-what makes you say that?" you stammer, feeling your entire face heat again.\n\n"I can spy on the vicinity of all my costumes, of course," Rin replies easily, drawing a fingertip across her lips then sucking on it a bit before continuing. "I watched you play with your cute little ass all night last night. Fucking yourself with those dildos, and a dog one, my my, so perverted," she continues in a lusty near-growl, while you squirm (and thus work yourself on the plug). "I was really hoping you'd try out the horse one, but then again if you had I might not have decided you needed an extra nudge."\n\n"... Extra nudge?"\n\n"You've got exactly the sort of creative, perverse, open mind I love to see in someone!" Rin says, spreading her hands a bit. "But you'll just be limited by going it on your own. Having to re-don the costume every day, following the rules of it, limited by the opportunities of staying by yourself so no one else questions where this adorable pink-haired trap came from. So instead, why don't you come live with me?" She rests her hands back on her knee, lightly kicking her foot. "I have a facility with lots of other cute Servants... plenty of big, hung male ones, if that's what you're interested in. Lots of pretty ones like Atalanta too... you may not be interested right now, with that Astolfo costume having a pretty tight grip on you, but settle in a bit and the desire to fuck some pussy will probably come back to you."\n\n"Master," Atalanta says blandly.\n\n"I know, I know, it's a lazy pun." Rin rolls her eyes, then clears her throat and continues. "What do you say? Come live a life of constant pleasure and good times with me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[No.|BuddyOct]]

You nod in acknowledgement, moving to one of the chairs in front of Eve's desk and lowering yourself into it... and it's plenty low. You find yourself with bent legs, having to spread them a bit to get comfortable at all, and looking up at Eve from where her desk sits on a slight rise. The tiny grin the curls her lips says all you need to know about the intentional nature of having you gaze up at her. Then again, it's also not exactly a bad view.\n\n"Now, as to the reason I have summoned you here," Eve begins, now slowly rising from her desk and taking a moment to tower above you from the added height, before tucking her hands behind her back and starting to circle around the desk. "Obviously I have work for you to do."\n\n"Obviously," you agree, unable to help following her motions with your head, thus continuing to look up at her as she comes around to the front of the desk. Still standing on the raised portion of the floor, she leans back somewhat against the desk and then gradually, and somehow both subtly and deliberately spreads her legs. You catch yourself looking, seeing the faintest hint of black before you yank your head back up, but it's obvious she got you to look and your face burns as you see that little smirk grow the tiniest bit.\n\n"Now, on this particular mission, you will be under my direct supervision in the field, as I intend to be right on top of you every step of the way." Her voice is somehow a perfect blend of cool military formality and the vaguest hint of something sensual and suggestive simply by the fact that it is so direct and simply stated while her eyes bore into yours. "You won't have a problem with that, will you?" she continues, leaning forward so that she's both looming over you and putting her breasts more directly in your line of sight. "Being under me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No, ma'am.|GGMS2x7]]\n\n[[We'll see who's top dog.|GGMS]]

'Nah, nah, fam, you've got it all wrong,' you think a bit smugly as you arrive at the office door. 'Money isn't the only thing to bribe her with!'\n\n"Agreed. Explain your reasoning."\n\n'Back before I ran afoul of Cyan, I wasn't such a bad hacker myself, y'know? One of the absolute easiest things to find exploits for in the MMO was to give yourself huge amounts of currency. But it was way, way harder to get ahold of items that couldn't just be bought from vendors or on the market. People coveted that shit, it was a symbol of status, but more than that I always got a huge rush out of those special items that no one else had, the ones people couldn't just buy.'\n\n"You believe that Mimori would be drawn in with an offer of some sort of power of a highly exclusive nature. Perhaps being taught magical spells, which are still considered fictional by the vast majority of individuals even in the twenty-third century."\n\n'S'what I was thinkin', yeah! Someone like this, they can't be doing it for the money, she'd already have more than she could ever spend if that was it. Nah she's gotta get turned on by the power, the fact that she has all this exclusive access, I bet power and being the in-demand elite operative gets her panties wet more than anything. Offer to teach her how to make reality bend to her whims, even a little, that she could be an operative to an authentic witch, and I bet she'd get on her knees for Cyan in a heartbeat.'\n\n"Considering that the profile of the simulation character is based on the real Mimori, who quite literally did exactly that, I would say you have passed this initial simulation. We will forego the actual negotiation and instead move on to the next scenario."\n\nYou abruptly find yourself back in the loading construct. A flickering circle of light passes up over you from the floor, shifting you from a cyberdog back to yourself, once again clad in the mission gear you were wearing before (and all-female again). Then the scenery changes again, and you're standing on the sidewalk outside of a grand-looking hotel building in the downtown area of a flashy city, definitely very futuristic to your eyes.\n\n"Inside this building is an influential politician. While he is well-known to have numerous appetites, he is always extremely strict about obeying strict legality while doing so. He is quite frank about this, which has so far kept his predilections from having any affect on his career. Mistress Cyan wishes to gain influence over him, your job is to secure that influence. Now, taking all that you learned in the previous simulation into account, how do you proceed?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's hijack an employee!|Chocola]]\n\n[[Let's hijack one of his guards!|Chocola]]\n\n[[Let's hijack a hooker!|Chocola1x7]]

"Hey, gu-, er, girls, could you give me a second? I've gotta make a call real quick," you note, slipping your phone out and holding it up slightly. Maya and Keva both give their assent so you slip off to the side and around a corner, largely out of sight of everyone, before tapping the screen to dial a contact. "Hey, Mom?"\n\n<i>"Yes, dear, is everything all right?"</i>\n\n"Yeah, it is. I mean, um... I'm out with Maya and Keva and something sort of occurred to me. I mean, that spell you did on Kevin, is that something I could..." Your face colors. "Is that something I could do to myself?"\n\n<i>"Oh, you want to try being a girl! Oh Jamie that makes me so happy, you'll make such a beautiful daughter!"</i>\n\n"Mooooom," you groan, putting a hand to your face.\n\n<i>"Sorry, sorry. No, I think everyone gets curious about that when the possibility's presented, anyway. But you don't need a spell for that, dear... it's a little more effort to change your form other than just making your body obey you, but only a little. Just get a good, clear picture in your head of how you want to change, and then give yourself a good hard inner 'push' towards it, your body should do the rest. As for changing everyone's perceptions, I can tweak Keva and Maya's memories pretty effortlessly from here, I should have it done by the time you've finished changing. I'll whip up a spell to change everyone else's memories too, just in case you want to try it out for a few days. Just text me when you're ready to turn back!"</i>\n\n"Um, 'kay. Thanks Mom." You tap the button to end the call and put your phone away. Wow things with her have taken an odd turn. But you close your eyes and take a deep breath, focusing on 'girl, girl, make me a girl, make me a girl', and doing your best to push really hard towards that idea. You can immediately feel your body starting to change, hair pushing out from your scalp and down around your shoulders and back, your chest starting to expand, as well as your hips and ass shifting and rounding out. It's definitely an odd sensation to feel your body just... shifting, especially since you're fairly aware of the huge cock and balls you've recently acquired gradually shrinking away to nothing, and the faint sensation of the skin between your legs blossoming open into a pussy. Of course you're rather more distracted by <i>how</i> much your chest is expanding, staring down at it as your baggy shirt is lifted up and out, almost enough to bare a bit of your belly. Apparently it changed to match your previous endowment, because they're as big as your mother's. In her human guise, at least, you're not sure what you'd have done if they were like her succubus form's!\n\nYou're just trying to steel your nerve to head out when your phone bleeps at you. Blinking, you pull it out and look at the text from your mother. 'By the way, you're not a succubus now. You're an incubus in female form. But that means that since you're not using your cock, sex with girls should be fine, even if it will probably turn them lesbian. Old rules still apply if you decide to regrow your cock though! Love you! -Mom' Aaaand she added a ton of heart emojis. And an eggplant. Truly your mother is in the weird era between those who treat texts like emails and those who abuse the emoji button.\n\nYou return to the other two, and it looks like whatever your mom did worked, since neither of them bat an eye at you rejoining them as a girl. Of course you start to wonder if other people somehow know, since as the three of you walk along sometimes people will stare. ... Then you realize that they're staring because you're a trio of girls, with Maya and Keva being really pretty, and you... having big boobs and no bra. Right. \n\n"So, Jamie, what do you wanna do?" Maya asks helpfully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Clothes shopping.|QOFamInc]]\n\n[[Super girly outing!|QOFamInc]]\n\n[[Overly affectionate lesbian date.|QOFamInc]]\n\n[[Just hang out.|QOFamInc]]

Hm, okay, let's tryyyyy... Gold! Tapping the selection, you look up as Tifa starts moving again... then yelps as a gold ring appears through her nose. "Wha?!" she squeaks, raising a hand up to touch it, not even noticing as a pair of stubby little horns pokes out of the hair atop her head.\n\nBut she definitely notices as her tits begin to expand, the barmaid gasping loudly as the already large globes begin swelling outward, her hands coming down to rest atop them. As you watch, though, her chest directly below them begins to swell, bunching outward into a pair of small, round growths that quickly poke out a pair of nipples. Tifa's new, second pair of tits begins growing even more rapidly than the original, soon catching up to the first pair, the top two tits still nominally covered by Tifa's ever more stretched white top, the bottom pair completely in full view and giving you a good look as her nipples thicken and lengthen, starting to dribble and spurt white liquid, her top soon soaked where it's stretched over her nipples as well.\n\n"What's... what's happening, I... oh God it feels so good," Tifa whimpers as her tits just keep growing. You can see dark splotches start appearing on her skin... giving her a cow-print look to go with her four massive milky mammaries. Her top begins to tear in the middle, then finally gives up the fight, ripping completely asunder and spilling her top tits free to jiggle and wobble heavily atop the bottom pair, the sloshing of milk practically audible as they settle into place, all four of them jiggling and wobbling with her every shudder and whimper and apparent orgasm.\n\nFinally the growth stops... you'd say all four of her tits are easily about four times the size the original two were, and seem to be leaking a constant stream of milk from the thick, inch-and-a-half nipples. Tifa whimpers with almost every breath... though there are other, slightly more animal sounds escaping along with it. Her legs are shaking a little, wetness running down her inner thighs, and she obviously has to gather herself before she can try to speak... and the first thing out of her mouth is, "Mmmmoooooo." That makes her blush brightly and clap a hand over her mouth, eyes wide, before she tries again. "Eric... what happened to moo?!"\n\n"Some sort of weird magical item must've gotten equipped to you," you answer, honestly enough, though you're barely able to keep yourself from snickering.\n\n"Gotta get it... gotta..." Tifa swallows hard, and gives another 'mmmooooo', before whimpering softly and squeezing at her upper breasts' nipples. "Gotta get miilllked! S-so full... Eric, p-please, milk me!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hand milk her.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Machine milk her.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Fuck her instead.|FF7X]]

"Okay," you answer after a moment's thought. "Go ahead and tell everyone I'm here."\n\n"... You think I won't?" Orkin growls, any signs of his seeming jocularity drop away. "You think I'm the sort that makes idle threats, boy?"\n\n"No, go ahead and do it. I'll march back out there, no cloak, helmet on. Anyone comes at me, I'll fight 'em right in the middle of Commerce Central, blasters blazing. And if I can't find my bounty head because they ran, that's fine... I'm sure someone there in public will have a bounty on them, and I'll snag them to collect it right there in front of everyone. And then..." You let your own lips curl in a smirk. "Once I've dropped them off, I'll come back and do it again."\n\n"..." Orkin's lips are pressed together now, small, dark eyes narrow as he glares at you, smoke trailing up from his seemingly forgotten cigar.\n\n"And again, and again, and again. I will become this station's most regular visitor, and I'll always grab the first bounty head I see in the most public place, until people are afraid to go anywhere they spend money, until you have to destroy the reputation of your open door station to either ban me or chase me off." You raise your eyebrows. "Or, you can give me the Ami and the Quatra Twins, and I can be out of here in an hour and not come back."\n\n"You're playing a dangerous game, little man," Orkin rumbles, snorting out heavily before taking another long drag on his cigar. "... Fine. Those Quatra Twins have been trouble just waiting to happen for awhile now anyway. I'll give you their room number... the boy usually returns home around 1900 station time. At 1915 I'll flood the room with knockout gas, and clear it at 1920. You grab them, take them by the cargo tram to the docking spire, and I want you off this station for good at 1930. We clear?"\n\n"Seems reasonable to me, I appreciate the help," you answer, resisting the urge to shoot a smug look at Ami. \n\n"I assume you'll at least pay me a fair market value for the fleshdroid?" he adds in a grumble.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fine.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Ha ha ha go fuck yourself.|Cypher6x2]]

"Seems to me that since you didn't pay anything for her in the first place, all the cleaning she's been doing for you has already been pure profit," you answer, struggling not to add 'You slaving piece of shit'. "You're not actually losing money on giving her to me, so no, no deal, just let her go. With me," you add.\n\nOrkin actually goes red in the face. It's not just a slight flushing, either, he actually turns bright crimson and something like a spined fringe rises from the top of his head, practically quivering with rage as he slams a hand down on his desk. Then gradually the color fades back to grey, the fringe retreating and disappearing into his skin. "... Fine. Take her. Get out of here. And don't <i>ever</i> come back or you'll find out just how willing I am to throw away my policies to keep you out."\n\nStanding, you urge the slightly trembling Ami to her feet and walk out of the office. The moment the doors have closed she whispers, "Cypher, I'm not sure that was a good idea, he seemed <i>really</i> angry."\n\n"We'll just have to do our best to never come back here, like he said. Besides, this way we can get Three, and our bounty, and get out of here."\n\n"Well, there is that," Ami allows softly, bobbing her head. "Still... I'm worried."\n\nPatting her back reassuringly, you lead the way back to Commerce Central. There the two identical girls have another hugging reunion, and it's explained that Three can come with them. "From now on, Cypher, just call me Two, okay?" Ami, ah, Two explains, pointing at herself. "Thank you, thank you so much!"\n\n"It's my pleasure." You smile, then check the chronometer on your wrist, which has been set to display station time. "Okay, Three, I'd like to get you some new clothes or take you back to the ship, but we need to be in Hab Ring Two by 1920 and we don't have that long."\n\n"I understand. It's definitely better than staying here," the scantily-clad girl answers as she leans her broom up against the wall and follows after you.\n\nSoon the three of you are standing in the corridor outside the designated room, waiting as you watch your chronometer. At roughly 1916, you can very faintly hear one light thump, and then another. You still have to wait another four minutes before the door slides open and you can step in. Slumped on the floor on either side of a small table are the Quatra twins, Jeanne wearing nothing but a t-shirt that's ridden up to completely bare everything below her chest, and Jaune in nothing but a pair of black boxer-briefs. You slap restraint rings on both of them, then carry them to the cargo tram for the noisy, jarring trip back out to the docking spire.\n\n"Aaaand stored!" Sierra's voice announces as the sleeping forms of the prince and princess sparkle and disappear. "Who's your new friend, Boss?"\n\n"Sierra, this is Three, Ami's sister. Er, though we're calling Ami 'Two' now, okay?"\n\n"Alphanumerical by me, Boss! I'll go ahead and set course for Tessalon Prime so we can turn the bounty in, huh?" At your confirmation, Sierra disembarks from the spire, setting off across the lightly-populated space around the station. However, only seconds after the stars stretch and warp into the flickering purple tunnel you're growing used to, an alarm tone starts blaring. "Oh no, Boss! We've got a wormhole intrusion!"\n\n"What?!" you yelp, tapping at the controls to bring up holoscreens.\n\n"Someone's pushed their way into the same wormhole as us by matching our dip-signature and riding our wake!" Sierra explains, as you manage to bring up a somewhat indistinct view of a pair of small, fighter-like ships, one bronze colored and the other gleaming black and almost reflecting the light of the wormhole tunnel, a moment before there's a bright flash and the whole ship rocks violently. Two and Three cry out as they're sent sprawling to the deck, with you barely managing to stay in your chair. "Ionization weapons! We're losing wormhole sync! Brace for unprepared realspace!"\n\nThe flickering colors outside suddenly strobe painfully through a number of colors you don't even have real names for, before there's a sickening flash of zero gravity before the view outside becomes one of a planet rapidly growing larger. But unlike any of the space travel before, which was essentially sensationless, it now feels like you're in freefall, able to do nothing but grip the arms of the pilot's chair as a large green continent rushes towards you, Sierra's almost panicked voice shouting to be heard over a steadily growing shriek.\n\n"All grav and thruster units offline, we're caught in the planet's gravity field! Diverting all power to crash projectors! Brace! Bra-"\n\n<hr>\n[[Wham.|Cypher6x3]]

You come to with your head buzzing like you'd left a pair of powerful headphones on with heavy metal dialed up to max volume. Groaning at the throbbing feeling, you shift on the deck, feeling a strange, uncomfortable pressure on the front of your chest from being flat against it. Your bare toes press against the deck as you search for a feeling of being anchored, and gradually push yourself up. "Ami?" you call dazedly, your voice sounding strange in your ears. Shaking your head as if it could clear the cobwebs, you correct yourself. "Two? Three?"\n\n"They're okay, Boss," Sierra's voice comes, sounding scratchy and tired. "Just out cold. Bonks on the noggin, nothing serious."\n\n"Sierra?" You look around the interior of the ship, which is dim, a few panels hanging open and showing faintly blinking lights inside. Outside the forward port is greenery, some sort of forest full of tall trees with wide, smooth-seeming trunks. "Are you alright?"\n\n"Not... so much," Sierra answers after a moment. "I got pretty banged up setting us down. Nothing my self-repair functions can't handle, but... estimating 43,000 standard hours to bring me back up to being able to leave the planet's surface. I'm... gonna hafta shut down until then, to avoid system degradation."\n\n"W-what? Sierra, wait..." You take a few steps towards one of the consoles, feeling a strange sensation on your chest as you do. You look down, then squawk in surprise at the sight of C-cups under brown cloth. "What?! What happened to me?!"\n\n"S-sorry," Sierra replies, her voice turning scratchier as the lights in the panels blink more slowly. "You hit your head pretty bad when we struck ground, despite the crash projectors. I put you in storage, but I was worried that with the head injury, your mental pattern might degrade while I was shut down. I could have just put it in storage separately, but... then the Amis would have been all alone, and I knew you wouldn't want that. Jaune's pattern is in a section that needs to be rebuilt, but Jeanne's was fine, so... I put her mental pattern in storage and rematerialized you in her body. I wish I could have included your suit, but... I was running out of power for the rematerializer."\n\n"Sierra... i-it's okay, I understand," you answer, your concern for your friend overriding your shock. "But please, don't shut down, we need you."\n\n"Can't, Boss... even if I wanted to push through it, my self-preservation subroutines won't let me. Plus I'd just conk out again in a day or two. I'm on my last few seconds before sleep mode. But before I do... be careful, Boss," she adds, her voice descending to a whisper. "Those ships will have to go all the way to Tessalon Prime space, but once they do they'll be able to analyze their readings and find where we were forced out. They might be... probably will be... coming back."\n\nWith that, all the lights go out, leaving only the sunlight filtering in through the forward screen to illuminate the interior. Sighing, you rest your head against the bulkhead, trying not to pay attention to the extra weight of the long brown ponytail you now have. You stay like that for several minutes, until you can hear the stirring of waking people.\n\n"Cypher?" Two calls worriedly, voice a little slurred as she comes to.\n\n"I'm right here, Two," you answer, stepping over to help her up.\n\n"Wha...?" She blinks her red eyes at you a few times. "... Jeanne Quatra? What are you-"\n\n"No, it's me, Eric. Cypher. Whatever." You sigh, glancing over at Three as she hauls herself to her feet as well. It looks like the rough landing did a number on both of their clothes... Two's vest is hanging open in front, the fastener apparently busted, and her skirt is shredded, while the crotch of Three's panties has somehow ripped and turned them into something of a loincloth, her tubetop apparently just gone entirely and leaving her small, pert breasts bare. "It's me. I got hurt in the crash and Sierra had to put my body in storage, and rematerialize me in Jeanne's body."\n\n"You... do still talk like you," Two notes, fidgeting a little as she looks up at you. "And Jeanne would have no way of knowing that name."\n\n"Not to be uppity by pointing out other problems," Three interrupts, rubbing at her head. "But we're crashed on what I'm guessing is a planet none of us knows, in a spaceship that doesn't work, in the middle of the woods. What do we do?" she asks, looking at you, Two adding her own expectant stare.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait for rescue.|Cypher7x1]]\n\n[[Get out of here.|Cypher6x4]]

"Well, we can't stay here," you say with a sigh, moving towards the back of the ship. "Sierra said that whoever shot us out of the wormhole would probably be back in a few days at most. That means we need to try and get far away from her before they come back and find our crash site."\n\n"But... will it be okay to just... leave Sierra like that?" Two frets.\n\n"She said that her automatic repair routines would fix her up... eventually," you add under your breath as you find what looks like a locker and start to work on getting it open. You're not sure exactly how long 43,000 hours is without sitting down and doing the math, but you're guessing it doesn't boil down to 'days' or even 'weeks' easily. "We'll have to hope they'll leave her alone if we're not here to encourage them to get destructive."\n\nYou manage to open the locker and a few others, finding emergency supplies in the form of carrying packs full of rations and medical supplies, as well as some sleek silver pistols a bit heftier and longer-barreled than Ami's. Unfortunately while it seems that whoever stocked the emergency lockers considered weapons and supplies a priority, they didn't much think ahead to 'clothes', as the only things as far as that goes are a pair of durable black boots and a shiny, fairly thin silver jacket. Sighing, you pass the jacket to the topless Three, then sit your bare ass down on one of the chairs to pull on the boots. "I guess no one in this universe ever heard of emergency pants."\n\n"Um, but, where will we go? Does this planet even have any civilization on it that we could go to looking for help?"\n\n"I didn't see any, but it's not like I had a lot of time to look when we were crashing," you admit, finishing strapping one of the heftier guns to your right thigh, Ami's small stunner now strapped to your left, Ami having taken one of the larger ones to replace it. "Either way, we'll have to head out and hope we can find shelter, and maybe even a more longterm supply of food and water, until help comes or until Sierra can repair herself." You move over to the emergency release for the back ramp and pull on it, a pair of small <i>bang</i>s sounding before the door drops down. Shifting your pack on your back, you look at the twins. "Ready?" At their nod, you set off down the ramp and out of the forest, picking a path largely at random through the trees.\n\nThe weather feels like it might be mid- or late autumn, despite the canopy of leaves still being a deep green color. You can't help but shiver a little at the strange and unfamiliar feeling of cold air blowing across your pussy, goosebumps flitting across your bare ass as you walk. Hiking through the woods is bad enough, but all three of you are having to do it half-naked! At least Jeanne's body seems to be in excellent shape, not fatiguing as you walk on for hour after hour. But eventually you're feeling rather out of it, and spotting a small clearing with a bubbling little spring in the center, you announce, "Okay, let's take a rest."\n\nTwo and Three, despite not having complained once, both quickly sink down to sit on the grass, Two hunching in on herself a bit while Three leans back on her hands and huffs. You move to a rock to sit down, and almost yelp at the feeling of the cold stone on your ass and pussy. Nope! Eventually squatting down and sitting on your own heels, you decide to go through the bag you're carrying more thoroughly to see if there's an empty canteen you can fill from the spring. As you are, you find an injector wand, though the label on it sparks no memory from Cypher's experiences. "Hey, guys, what's 'Adaptol'?"\n\nTwo blinks and shakes her head, but Three speaks up. "It's some drug that people use if they're stranded or in a tough situation for a long time," she says, rummaging through her own pack and pulling out an identical yellow and black wand, Two doing the same after a surprised look. "It's banned in most of the galaxy because it's apparently pretty unpredictable, it's hard to tell what the chemicals and your body chemistry will interpret as the 'proper' adaptation to your environment, and you're basically stuck like that until it completely clears out of your system after you're removed from the environment you're adapted to. But apparently they sold a lot of it on Mulsap Twelve... people would take it to adapt better and be more comfortable with the station air or lighting, or apparently even just for fun to see if they'd get any weird changes."\n\n"Huh." You glance at the epipen-like device, tilting it back and forth a bit. Adaptation... if you were adapted better to this planet's environment, you might have to worry less about finding shelter, and you might be better equipped to fight off your attackers if they ever show up. Plus, you've been doing at least a little of the math on Sierra's repair estimate while you walked... you're not 100% on your math but you do know it's more than a couple of years. Without a way to signal friendlies for help, you could be out here for a long, long time, and maybe being adapted to the environment could make that more comfortable. Maybe at least it would give you some fur to cover your ass or something. But then, Three did say it could be really unpredictable, and you might have a hard time turning back...\n\n<hr>\n[[All three of you will take the Adaptol.|Cypher]]\n\n[[You'll try the Adaptol.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Leave it.|Cypher]]

"Sure, I guess," you answer after a moment's hesitation.\n\n"Cool!" She turns her head and says something to the driver, the van pulling over properly to the curb so she can slide the side door open. You walk over and clamber in, noting that the van seems to have been modified to only have two bench seats in back, turned to face each other rather than all facing forward, with padded rubber mats on the floor. 'Hm, something seems vaguely familiar about this from the internet,' you muse as you settle onto the forward-facing seat, since the twenty-something woman and a lean black guy about the same age are sitting on the one facing back. She's wearing a bright neon skirt and a white tanktop, and he's wearing jeans and... a white tanktop. Same shirts, just showing off rather different things.\n\n"I'm Elisa, this is Kuan," she chirps cheerfully, gesturing between the two of them.\n\n"Cyan."\n\n"You go to school around here, Cyan?"\n\n"Yeah, sure, y'know. When it's not summer," you answer with a shrug. It sounds kind of like she assumes you're going to Deviville University rather than Deviville High, which is fine by you... especially if it means she might take you to a bar.\n\n"Oh right. Kinda boring summer so far...?"\n\n"You know how it is," you admit, shrugging and leaning back on the seat. "You run out of things to do a few weeks in, you start looking for new fun stuff, or just getting cabin fever. Wanna get out of the house, look around, find something new."\n\n"Mm-hmm, I heard that. So, do you have like a boyfriend, or...?"\n\nHm. This is still vaguely familiar, like something you saw once browsing sites you weren't supposed to. Still, might as well answer honestly.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have a boyfriend.|GGBad2x1]]\n\n[[You have a girlfriend.|GGBad1x2]]\n\n[[You're super single.|GGBad]]

Yeah, a new video is definitely the way to go. Setting up not only the parameters of the relationship, but the start of the video seems like a much better option.\n\nOf course, with thinking about all the things you could do, you wind up jerking off several more times and barely having time to scramble into the shower before your parents do get home. All through dinner you keep expecting them to mention the rather obvious bulge in the front of your jeans (at least all your clothes altered to fit), but neither of them do. You guess as far as they're concerned, you've always had a dick, so it's nothing to even blink at now. After dinner you retire to your room and consider how best to set up the video.\n\nAfter turning over and rejecting several ideas, you come up with one that should work. Charging up your bluetooth-enabled webcam, you tuck it into a corner of the upstairs hallway, where it's largely out of place and unlikely to be seen, especially if you wait to turn it on until your mother is walking down the hall so that she won't notice its On light. You set it up so that it will turn on and immediately start recording when you send it a signal, then set yourself an alarm to make sure you get up before either of your parents. Resisting the urge to make use of your other new toy again (you've decided you want to save up a nice big load for dear old mom), you turn in and sleep.\n\nThe next morning you quickly slap your beeping alarm before your parents can notice that their own isn't the only one going off. Getting up, you sort through your panty and shirt drawers, picking out a near-G-string that just barely covers your entire cock and leaves it fairly well outlined, both shaft and balls, and a snug tanktop-style thing that rides up and shows off your midriff. Thusly skimpily attired, you make your way over to the door and listen carefully, trying not to get so excited that you might snap the tiny panties you've picked out from getting too hard.\n\nEventually you hear the loud thumps of your father's footsteps moving past the door and down the hall. Then you can hear the lighter tread of your mother. Quickly hitting the button for the webcam remote, you drop it, then open your own door and step out, casually stretching your arms up over your head and giving an 'mmmm!' as if you'd just woken up, your pierced nipples showing through the thin fabric of the shirt and your panties shifting down a little to flash the base of your shaft.\n\nYour mother glances at you in passing, and says simply, "Put some clothes on, Cyan," as if it weren't of a particular big deal, before making her way down the stairs and disappearing.\n\n'Nah~,' you think with a smirk, turning and heading back into your room to close the door.\n\nHeading over to the computer, you shut off the webcam and stop the recording, saving the resulting file to a USB stick. Unplugging it, you set the tablet up on its stand on your desk and plug the stick into one of the USB ports on it instead, booting it up and selecting the 'Import File' option. You watch the short little scene play out again on the screen (albeit without audio, looks like the tablet doesn't have speakers), before winding it back to the part where your mother looked over at you and hitting the 'Edit Video' button. By now you've heard both of their cars pull out of the drive, \n\nThe array of options that pops up is just as intuitive as you hoped, and with a smile you pick up the stylus and get to work. The first thing you do is add a bit of a blush to your mother's cheeks at the sight of you... you want to establish that the sight turns her on, after all, no matter how else you decide to proceed. There's an 'Actions' selector, and you use it to have your mother pause in place, hesitating as she looks at you. Then you select another action and drag it into place... and smirk as the you on screen tucks her thumbs into the tiny little panties you're still wearing and pushes them down, letting that thick cock spring free while the black and pink fabric still hugs screen-you's balls. You direct the recording of your mother's eyes down so that they're definitely fixed right on that jutting, half-hard shaft.\n\nOkay, from here, you just need to decide how to have her react, you think as you stroke the current you's fully hard shaft with one hand while you consider. The editing gives you full control over expressions and, combined with that, the tone of the actions taken. You can't exactly write a script... or at least, you haven't figured out how to do that yet... and you've pretty much already decided she's going to get down on her knees and suck your cock, but the nature of her doing it is up to you. So her reaction should be...\n\n<hr>\n[[... breaking down and giving in to temptation.|GGME]]\n\n[[... absolutely consumed by lust.|GGME]]\n\n[[... completely casual.|GGME]]\n\n[[... reluctant but obligated.|GGME]]

You've heard particularly large dicks referred to as 'anacondas' before... that must be the top of the scale. Perhaps it's just natural male ego, but given the choice, you have to go for the biggest endowment possible. ... Besides, you've got these tits to go with it, right? "I'll take the Anaconda," you declare.\n\n"Oh my, do be careful with it," the smirky guy says as he ducks and rummages beneath the counter, before straightening up as he rounds it... holding something that looks an awful lot like an actual large snake. Or at least part of one, since one end near one of his hands ends abruptly, although the other end still definitely features the arrow-like head. "This one can definitely get out of hand!"\n\n"Uh, hey, I'm not so sure about this n-" You start, only to yelp in surprise as the front flap of your outfit flips up with a little sparkle of magic. Taking advantage of even that momentary confusion, the robe-clad man darts his hand in and attaches the flat end to your crotch just above the low-slung panties, before stepping back and letting go.\n\nYou actually stagger just a bit from the sudden weight... it's definitely attached to you! But then you're mostly distracted by the odd sensations coursing through your body... you can <i>feel</i> it, and it definitely feels like having an extremely large cock wobbling and swaying from your crotch. But that's nothing compared to the feeling when it starts <i>moving</i>, shaking back and forth on its own, then slowly rising up... not growing hard and stiff, but actually sinuously writhing its way up through the air, moving like an actual living thing. You thump your back against the wall of a little alcove nearby, panting and staring as your new snake-cock rises up... then turns its head to look at you.\n\n"Hhhhappyyyy Hhhhalloweeeen," it declares with what sounds like a sibilant snicker, its voice smooth and airy\n\n"D-does this count as a trick or treat?" you stammer out, reduced to quipping since any higher functions of your brain appear temporarily offline.\n\n"Maybe bothhhhh," your cock answers with another soft, hissing laugh. "In any event, let'ssss not dawdle... lotssss of fun to haaaave out there!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Might as well roll with it.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[No way, this is too weird, you want a refund!|BuddyFHP2x4]]

Meh, right now you're pretty fed up with other people in general. You turn your horse away from the smoke and set off in a different direction, eager to get some space. Right now you're so Done that you're not even sure you want to go back to your world, full of people as it is, you need some time to cool your head before you make any decisions about what to do. \n\nIt's verging on actually dark by the time you decide to make camp, having ventured into the woods to make sure no other parties are likely to come across you at random. You've just tied up the horse and are rummaging through your pack to look for supplies when you hear a heavy rustle from nearby. You look up just in time to see a massive form lumber out from between two trees. You're not even sure what sort of monster it is, it's a good eight feet tall and at least vaguely humanoid, though the proportions are off... it has thick, gorilla-like arms but with relatively short, stumpy legs, and a fairly long torso that leads up to a heavily muscular chest and broad shoulders. Its head is virtually spherical, with ram-like horns on the sides and a mouth that has its massive teeth on the outside, with smallish black eyes staring right at you. The whole thing is covered in slightly oily-looking green-black skin, and it doesn't seem to be sentient, you're guessing, from the fact that it has no gear or equipment whatsoever or even any skin decoration, not so much as a scrap of cloth covering the massive mostly human-like cock wobbling between its legs.\n\nApparently realizing that you've spotted it, it lets out a shriek and waves its arms in the air above its head, fists clenched... and its cock rapidly hardening, starting to jut out in front of it. Its aggressive intentions are clear, the only thing that isn't clear is whether its priority is to eat you or fuck you! Just the thought makes you-\n\n<hr>\n[[-terrified.|GGWar]]\n\n[[-enraged.|GGWar]]\n\n[[-horny.|GGWar7x2]]

You nod, rubbing your head at the funny feeling, then trot out the door and up the stairs. You arrive at the last door of the tower and knock, waiting for Maeve to call "Come in!" before you head inside.\n\nThe room may not be bigger than yours and Erika's, but it seems like it is. Maybe it's just that it's set up for one person. There are more chairs around, the desk is nicer, the fireplace is bigger and has what looks like a fur rug in front of it. The bed, among the rest, is <i>definitely</i> bigger, probably a king size at least. Maeve is laying on top of it, hands resting on her pale, bare belly, legs stretched out but mostly together. The only thing she's wearing are a pair of black thigh-highs, the rest of her long, lean body naked in the light. Being at the top of the tower, Maeve apparently gets to have a window, and behind the headboard of her bed the full moon shines down on her, lending her creamy skin an almost glowing look.\n\nShe looks perfectly clean and put-together, small, sleek breasts rising and falling just barely with her even breathing. But something about the langurous warmth in her eyes and a lingering smell of musky sex in the room says there was a guy here not too long ago. You didn't think it was even possible for the boys to come into girls' dormitory areas, but then Maeve obviously doesn't concern herself overmuch with the rules other students have to follow. You make sure to close the door before walking over, feigning nonchalance.\n\n"I hear that you've been doing very well," Maeve says with lazy approval, sitting up and then sliding elegantly to sit at the edge of the bed, leaning back against her hands with her legs together, a thin swath of dark blue-black hair making an eye-drawing line towards where her sex is hidden by her thighs. "That you'll be ready to join regular first-year magical classes in about a month."\n\n"That's what Professor Senna said, yeah," you reply, doing your best to grin and act like you're having a completely normal conversation, despite her sitting there in nothing but stockings radiating 'Someone just fucked me really well' waves. "She said I have a lot of power and a talent for energy manipulation."\n\n"Very good. Though I think we can speed that process along a little." Maeve slips further off the bed and up to her feet, slowly making her way towards you, slender hips moving with pure sensuality as she draws closer. Raising one hand, she brushes her fingertips along your jawline. "But first... why don't we become <i>very</i> good friends?" she murmurs, leaning in until the warm breath from her words touches your lips.\n\n<hr>\n[[Um, ew. There's some things even you won't do for popularity.|Aspareth]]\n\n[[Oh, the things you're going to do for popularity. <3|Aspareth4x11]]

"Hm, so lots of legal sin, huh?"\n\n"Correct."\n\n"I bet that means this hotel he's staying at is in an area where prostitution is legal then."\n\n"Obviously. A bit of hacking will lead you to discover that he does, in fact, have a high-priced escort en route to him at this moment. She has several implants that would facilitate a takeover, if that is what you wish."\n\n"Let's go for it!"\n\nYou turn as Mavis nudges the sim to have the limo containing the escort pull up just then. Her hair is an iridescent red, actually scintillating with fiery colors, her dress a similarly sparkly red and hanging off her front by thin spaghetti straps, just barely covering her large breasts and draping low on her full hips, the angle constantly teasing with glimpses of her pussy from the sides. You saunter up to her as she finishes getting out. "Hi, how much for a quick blowie?" you ask cheerfully, now sporting a large bulge in your tactical panties.\n\nShe blinks her green eyes and stares at you, lip curling in a sneer. "Listen, you, I may be a sex worker, but that doesn't mean I-" The next word catches in her throat as you hold up a credcard displaying an amount that Mavis assured you was 'obscene'.\n\nLess than a minute later the two of you are in a nearby alleyway, the high-class escort having hiked up her dress so it won't get dirty on the ground, bare knees on the concrete instead as she rests her hands on the brick wall and gulps down your long brown pole. You sigh happily, resting your hands behind your head (in accordance with her absentminded demand to not mess up her hair), just watching her red-painted lips pucker and drag along your prick, feeling her very expensive tongue working over you. "Mavis, your training sims are the best."\n\n"Thank you, I do try. While I appreciate that you are enjoying yourself, please remember that in a real mission, delaying her too long would result in lowered chance for success?"\n\nSighing a bit, you nod. "Alright, alright." You close your eyes and concentrate on the C.A.H.C. implant, the redhead giving a soft 'mmn?!' of surprise as your balls rapidly swell up to almost twice their previous size. Then you put your hand on the back of her head and press her forward, keeping her held down despite her squirming as you start emptying said balls down her throat and into her belly.\n\nYou watch as her iridescent, shimmering hair spreads out white from the roots, the effect now more like rapidly-passing clouds casting shade on virgin snow. Green eyes fade to grey and tan skin darkens to a milk chocolate color, ears lengthening and tapering to points, and then you find yourself looking up at yourself with your cock down your throat. More by reflex than anything else you resume bobbing your head, sucking off your other body for a few seconds before sliding it out of your throat and standing up, taking a moment to rearrange your dress.\n\n"Excellent. With the amount of C.A.H.C. material transferred, you should still have access to most of your physical abilities, such as changing your form and using spells."\n\n"Alright then, let's go see this dude." You sashay across the street, not having any problems with the practically ballet-level heels. Sometimes customers would bring various items to you to wear before or while fucking you. Actually sometimes some of them just wanted to see you walk around in the heels. Most of the weirder sexless ones like that died out when you stopped getting player visitors, but as odd as they were you still kind of missed them. The NPCs weren't very imaginative, even with their fetish requests.\n\nYou walk through the lobby and to the elevators unhindered, and head up to the floor where the politician is staying. His room's easy enough to tell, it's the one with the guys in black suits standing outside. (Wow, 200 years and men's fashion is <i>exactly the same</i>, ouch.) They stop you, ask you for your ID and even call your employer to confirm... all of which goes flawlessly since you are, after all, inhabiting the actual authorized visitor. Finally one leans over and opens the door, stepping back to allow you to step inside the opulent hotel room before pulling it closed again behind you.\n\n"In here," comes a call from the bedroom, where you walk in to find an almost stereotypical male politician stepping out of the bathroom, skin still damp as he rubs at his balding head with a towel. He's just past middle aged, portly, looks like he might have been handsome at some vague point in his youth, and looks like he'd really need a suit to come off as professional. About the most you can say for him is that even mostly limp, his cock is thick and long. "Now, I like to get a few quick ones out of the way right off the bat, so let's get right to it, dress off," he grunts as he reaches down to start lightly stroking himself.\n\n"Yes sir, of course," you chirp back near-automatically, with a customer service voice honed by two centuries of servicing customers with similar demands. You reach behind your neck to pull the single tie holding the dress up, letting it drop to the floor around your feet and leaving you instantly naked, displaying your smooth, curvaceous brown body. You step out of the heels, since he didn't ask you to keep them on, and smile at him sweetly. "Although, before we get <i>right</i> to it, I was wondering if I could offer you something?"\n\nHe frowns. "As I made clear with your service, I am absolutely and only interested in entirely and utterly legal services," he declares as he clambers onto the bed and settles back onto a support of pillows. "That's all."\n\n"Now, obviously this is where you would state his incentive to become our mistress's advocate," Mavis notes. "But exactly how do you intend to secure his cooperation?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Power.|Chocola]]\n\n[[Depravity.|Chocola1x8]]\n\n[[Blackmail.|Chocola]]

Ami nods, leaving without looking up or saying anything. Koro has to be bustled and hounded out the door by Dr. Trace, the blonde woman handling the foot-plus taller man as if she were the bigger one. As the medical bay door slides closed behind him, she lets out a relieved sigh, then walks over to you, turning to the medical supply tray beside the chair and starting to gather various things. "Honestly. In any event, Eric, I apologize for all of this. You must be quite scared and confused."\n\n"I guess." You settle back in the chair, watching her hands just a bit warily... with your eyes occasionally wandering to her breasts as they sway or jiggle when she moves. They're certainly... energetic, and the suit actually conforms to each one rather than pushing them together. "I'm dealing with it as well as I can, considering I was suddenly being shot at out of nowhere while carrying some guy around."\n\n"Ah, the adaptability of the young." Dr. Trace smiles as she loads a rather gun-looking device. You eye it dubiously, then realize it's just some sort of pressure injector. "Enviable. In any event, I don't doubt you have a lot of questions for me."\n\n"Yeah," you agree simply, nodding once.\n\n"Alright, what can I explain for you?"\n\n<i>(These are not branch choices. These are information about the setting and the characters that's relevant to the rest of this storyline. Once you've read one you can come back to this page, or you can skip it if you've played this storyline before.)</i>\n\n[[So who was Cypher Ceed, anyway?|Cypher1x6a]]\n\n[[Where is this place?|Cypher1x6b]]\n\n[[Who are you?|Cypher1x6c]]\n\n[[Who's Ami?|Cypher1x6d]]\n\n[[Who's Koro?|Cypher1x6e]]\n\n[[I guess that's everything for now.|Cypher1x7]]

"I kinda like the sound of taking on these Beastmen," you admit. "If they've been raiding and pillaging for awhile, they've got to have more and better stuff than some piddly group of bandits, right?"\n\n"That makes sense to me," Meridia agrees, glancing around. It seems there are no objections, since she beckons to Wick (with you trying not to reach longingly as he goes leaping back to her shoulder) and makes her way to her horse. "I'll navigate, then."\n\nThe four of you set off, heading further into the wooded areas of the obviously wild lands beyond the country you started from. (You're not entirely sure how they're all that much more wild than the largely uninhabited countryside you just came through, but it weirdly does feel like you're more on your own.) Gradually the more deciduous forest starts to be mingled with vines, trees with broad flat leaves, and the birdsong starts to be intermingled with loud, brash "CAW!" noises. 'Fantasy biomes,' you think as you look around at the jungle trees intermingling with 'normal' ones, shaking your head.\n\n"We should be getting close," Meridia announces a bit before noon of the next day. She stops her horse and looks around, then clambers off, prompting the rest of you to do the same and follow her. There's a large puddle on the ground, or maybe a small spring, only about five feet across. As seems to have become her habit lately, the witch passes Wick to you, with you trying not to give an unwarrior-ish squee as he snuggles in and licks your cheek. \n\n"What're you doing?" you ask curiously as Meridia settles down at the water's edge and starts whispering to some of her stones before tossing them in the water.\n\n"A scrying spell. It will let us take a look at the beastmen's city before we get there. It won't be all that precise or guidable, since I want to make sure it's unnoticed, but we should be able to get a general idea of what's there." She waves her hands and does some more whispering over the water, until part of it starts showing views of what looks like an old, semi-ruined city in an ancient South American style. It looks like it's been cleaned up and repaired, albeit not super well, for the current inhabitants that can only be Beastmen. You're not exactly shocked by their appearance... they're furries, pretty much. Upright, most with two arms and two legs, resembling a wide variety of animals, mostly feline, canine, and equine varieties but you see a scattering of others, including a few birds. You find yourself blushing just a bit as the spell gives some straight-on close-up views. While some of the Beastmen are wearing armor or full clothing, a lot of them are wearing what resemble hide or leather underwear and not much else, or just a simple loincloth that doesn't always entirely conceal what's beneath it. In fact, in a few instances, some of them seem to be going entirely naked, brazenly washing themselves in the streets from water barrels without seeming concerned. You notice a handful of other races... mostly humans... but all of them seem to be collared and either completely naked or wearing a few rags.\n\n"Whew, pretty big city, for Beastmen," Kama declares with a whistle, then adds, "Your magic sure is useful, 'Dia, unlike some's."\n\n"When your guts are spilling out you'll find my magic useful enough," Liyal says with a sniff.\n\n"Eh, it's happened before, I managed."\n\n"Ew, I didn't need to hear that!"\n\nMeridia and you exchange a glance and a simultaneous roll of the eyes, before the witch snaps her fingers and disperses the image. "Alright, so it does look like there's quite a lot of them. But even from those brief glimspes it looks like there's a number of storehouses and shops, so they probably have been raiding and gathering things for quite awhile. The question is, how do we get our hands on any of it?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Robbery.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Infiltration.|GGWar3x2]]\n\n[[Challenge.|GGWar4x1]]

Deciding to do some grinding of some sort or another, you glance over the icons grouped in one corner of your desktop. There's been a fresh round of patches, expansions, and in general new content added as all the various online games with their varying payment models struggle to capture the attention of players in this time of year of maximum free time and looming boredom.\n\n[[World of Alliance|GGWOWStart]] - Of course you've also got the ubiquitous expansion "World of Horde" installed, and preordered the latest expansion "Rogue Faction" months ago. Summer ennui being what it is, you haven't even opened it since the update installed last week.\n\n[[Elder Tale|GGETStart]] - Another semi-generic swords-and-sorcery MMO, though this one at least has two things to set it apart: It's actually set after the apocalypse, and it's based on the real world, so you actually do a lot of your adventuring in an area roughly approximating Deviville. You haven't been on there in awhile, either, but if memory serves, they're actually doing an expansion release <i>today</i>.\n\n[[Spaceportal Online|GGSGStart]] - The MMO version of hit long-running TV show Spaceportal (with sequel series decreasing in quality from there). You've been working fairly hard on solving an in-game puzzle for awhile now, but gave it up as too frustrating for awhile. You could always take another crack at it now that you've had a rest...\n\n[[Defiant Summoner Beta|GGDSStart]] - A recently-opened beta for an MMO version of a small series of games called 'The Defiant'... specifically referring to the title character, who's always someone with magical powers but a particular specialty, standing up against fascist authority figures. 'Defiant Pyromancer', 'Defiant Enchanter', 'Defiant Alchemist', that one's your favorite, the added game mechanic of tricking out your cybernetic limbs was cool. Like a lot of other games, they've decided to launch an MMO version, and with a glance at the calendar, you see that it's actually the due date for the beta to go live. Might be good!

Sighing and rubbing your face with both hands, you nod. "Yeah, okay. But then will you listen to me? It's a pretty crazy story, but it's really what happened."\n\n"Of course." Ami smiles and reaches a hand out to touch your arm gently, then turns to fall into step beside you as the blonde starts off again. "I'm Ami. That's Doctor Eia Trace. Your name... um, I'm sorry, the name of the... the body you're in...?"\n\nShe's starting to look upset again, so you just nod for her to continue.\n\n"... Is Cypher Ceed. This ship is the Meridian, it's where you've lived for the last month."\n\n"Hey, Cypher! What's up? Get everything wrapped up?"\n\n"Um, and that's Koro," she adds as a massive man comes strolling down the hallway towards the lot of you. You stare up at him as he approaches... he's at least seven feet tall and his shoulders are as broad as two of you, his chest muscular and almost triangle-shaped. Even his clothes are completely different than anything you've seen here so far... a long red coat with the sleeves ripped off to show his immense muscular arms, and black pants with tattered hems over his scuffed, positively Earth-modern style combat boots. He's got a pair of orange, wing-shaped sunglasses perched on his long, craggy face. His red hair is wild and thick, adding almost a foot to his height.\n\n"There's no time to explain to <i>everyone</i>," Dr. Trace grumbles, grabbing Koro's thicker-than-her-arm wrist and hauling him along with the group.\n\n"To point out, Doctor, assuming that Sierra is following along in the wall panels, this is in fact everyone," Ami speaks up, then grins sheepishly as the blonde tosses an annoyed glance over her shoulder.\n\nStill, Dr. Trace waits until she's got you sitting in a medical scanning chair before explaining the situation to the big man. He overreacts almost comically, flinging his arms around and saying it's all crazy, and then starting to question you with great interest about your life and everything that led up to you winding up in Cypher's body. Dr. Trace rolls her eyes, but lets the two of you talk, Ami perched on a nearby chair with her hands in her lap, looking worried. \n\n"Well, his brainwaves and neural activity are absolutely different than Cypher's," Dr. Trace says finally, turning her own chair to face the rest of you. "Even if he had some sort of amnesia or neural implant corruption, there still should be some sort of activity when mentioning or seeing things Cypher is so closely familiar with." She closes her eyes and cups her chin, hmming thoughtfully before continuing. "More than that, he absolutely believes everything he's saying. While that wouldn't necessarily indicate it's true, his readings are entirely consistent when speaking about his own memories, and there is deep-brain activity indicating he also remembers related, unspoken things... all of which are not indicative of a constructed story, even one the speaker believes."\n\n"So Cypher's... gone?" Ami whispers, lowering her head.\n\n"I'm not sure, Ami. Though I do note there are various instances of overlap in their histories, accounting for technological level and a slight difference in age." Dr. Trace turns back to the screen, hmming. "It's possible that this young man is an alternate dimension's version of Cypher, and that's why he's able to inhabit Cypher's body. So Cypher is possibly in his body back on this 'Earth', a planet we have no records of." She shakes her head. "In any event, his stress levels are very high, these readings indicate he's come very close to having a panic attack recently. I'm going to insist that all of you get out so I can administer some treatment. I'll answer any further questions he has."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Cypher1x6]]

"I guess... 'grow'," you finally say dubiously, since it seems that neither Aunt Kelly or Gail are going to speak up. You're not sure if it's one of the less ominous options or more, but since you have no clue what any of them mean, what does it matter?\n\nThe word blinks on the tablet screen and enlarges. All three of you jerk back reflexively as a hole opens in the floor and a small platform, no bigger than six inches across or so, raises up. There are three wristbands on it, each with a number on it.\n\n"Each of you please select a wristband to wear. You will not be told what the different numbers signify," the flat-voiced, big-titted girl announces.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the "1" band.|giantcock]]\n\n[[Take the "2" band.|gianttits]]\n\n[[Take the "3" band.|filledbyothertwo]]\n\n[[Sacrifice yourself for the other two, take all three bands.|ultramacro]]

"Yeah, I guess so," you answer, more curious than anything else.\n\nThere's a flicker in the air, and suddenly a humanoid form appears just above you, "dropping" into your lap and settling there. You stare in shock at the slender form now crouched atop you... she looks about fifteen or so, not quite flat-chested but probably just scraping an A-cup anyway, her skin a bright color... well, since it's literally glowing, as is her short, green hair. You can in fact see through her a bit, with faint outlines of the consoles and seats beyond, her naked body smooth and devoid of most actual features like a bellybutton... or nipples... or a pussy. You stare into her glowing purple eyes in shock, seeing little glowing white lines of code flitting across them constantly as she grins and flings her arms upward.\n\n"Tada~!" She giggles following her declaration, the sound still coming from all around you.\n\n"S-Sierra?" you squeak.\n\n"Mhm! Turns out I can use the holoprojectors along with a bit of the matter shifters to make a body! Well, right now it's only semi-solid," she adds, poking the tip of your nose, a faint pressure accompanying it. "Boop!"\n\n"Um. Wow," is about all you can muster. "This is... amazing!"\n\n"Isn't it?" Sierra's holoprojection grins brightly... and scoots forward a little. That same slight feeling of pressure accompanies her smooth, featureless crotch rubbing across your cock through the thin material of your pajama pants, and you can feel yourself starting to stir in reaction. You swallow hard, and look at her face, seeing that same bright smile there... but there's a twinkle in those glowing, code-marked eyes that you're pretty sure means she noticed. "So, whaddya think?" she asks, the voice coming out of the speakers having just the faintest hint (you think) of a sensual purr.\n\n<hr>\n[["I think you should sit somewhere else."|Cypher]]\n\n[["... I think you're really cute."|Cypher1x23]]

"... I think..." you murmur, raising your face a bit more towards hers, your voice growing softer. "... that you're really cute."\n\n"Yeah?" Sierra's speaker-emitted voice has lowered as well, her projection's head leaning in more towards your face. "Cute?"\n\n"Really cute," you affirm, bringing your lips closer to hers.\n\n"You're not so bad yourself," your spaceship murmurs before her projection presses her mouth to yours. The ghostly sensation of her on your skin actually tingles a little, like a very mild electric sensation. You can feel her tongue moving to meet yours, the sensation gentle but eager, and though the first time it slips right through your own tongue in its motions it gives you a bit of a start, you quickly grow used to the sensation.\n\nYour hands move to rest on her sleek back, stroking down it gently, since you don't want to press hard enough to go through her, but you can feel the warmth of her and the curve of her projected body as you cup your hands on her pert ass. Her hands come up to stroke through your hair, the prickle of her touch feeling a bit like a static charge making your hair stand up. She ducks her head down briefly, tracing her projection's tongue up your neck, while her voice surrounds you again.\n\n"I've never felt this way about monitoring your biosigns... about knowing all this about you. I've felt your heartbeat speed up so many times, but now, knowing it's faster because of me..." Her voice continues to come from everywhere in the ship around you, even as her ghostly lips brush your ear with that tingling sensation, her hands running up and down your chest and barely rumpling your shirt. "Every beat of it is really exciting. And I've always known the physiological signs of an erection, but... knowing that's for me..." She hesitates, then gives a soft giggle, her slightly electronic voice turning teasing again. "It's for me, right?"\n\n"Y-yeah, Sierra, it's definitely for you," you moan softly, feeling your cock throb as she rubs her smooth crotch against you again.\n\n"Then... give it to me," she low-volume broadcasts, right before pressing her projection's lips to yours again.\n\nMoaning softly, you reach down, undoing the single button holding the flap of your pajama pants and freeing your cock. A bit of light pressure on her lightform's ass has her raising up... you're not exactly sure how to do this, but a moment later Sierra solves it by just pushing her smooth crotch down onto your cock, letting it slide inside her projection from the pressure. Both of you throw back your heads and gasp out as you slide inside her, the inside of her projection feeling slightly warm but tingling and with that same soft, gentle pressure applying all around you. You swallow hard as she settles down most of the way on you, about half an inch of your cock still outside the boundary of her lightform. "It... it feels good for you too?" you ask, especially when a low moan emanates from the ship's speakers.\n\n"I mean... I guess it's just data, to me?" Sierra answers, though her projection's cheeks turn pink with a soft <i>blip</i> signaling the change. "The fields sending me a bunch of more intricate readings about... your cock. But those readings are... right now it just feels so good to get them, you know? Like... I know it's just a bunch of data about little temperature variations on the surface of the shaft, tissue density of the head, blood flow... but all that data adds up to..." Her lightform actually shivers, before she gives a rather impish grin. "It adds up to your cock inside me and I <i>love</i> it, Boss." Then she starts moving up and down, the fields of her projection stroking up and down over you, making you gasp loudly. You look down at where your body joins her, and at the dark outline of your cock showing through her belly, and then back up to her face, where she's smiling at you. "And I love you," she adds, the words surrounding you from every speaker in the ship.\n\n"Sierra..." you murmur.\n\n<hr>\n[["I love you too."|Cypher]]\n\n[["You feel so good."|Cypher]]

"What I'm doing will change the face, the very nature of humanity, of biological life as we know it, every-!"\n\nYou promptly stand up and whirl, firing. The stun blast takes Mad Doc Madison right in the face, lifting her off of her feet and then dropping her down like a sack of potatoes, or whatever they grow in space. You wince a little bit, not having quite intended that, but you were aiming for where the sound was coming from, after all.\n\nSeeing a wild fringe of red hair at the edge of the table Madison was standing next to, you hurry over. "Koro!" Rounding the table, you stop and stare, your mouth open. You're... pretty sure that's Koro, but, well.\n\nThe figure on the table is just as big, just as muscular, but, well. Very female. The muscles are still large and powerful looking, but have a slightly more feminine build to them, there's a fairly thick patch of bright crimson fur between her legs rather than anything bulging outward, and her breasts... dang, they're bigger than Doctor Trace's. Well, the whole person is bigger than Doctor Trace. After staring with your mouth open for a moment, you choke out, "Koro?!"\n\n"Hnnnh." The redhead shifts a bit, blinking open her eyes. Yup, those are Koro's. "Huh? What the?" Her voice is a bit more of a female register, but still deep and powerful. She looks down... then blinks. "... Huh. Tha's a helluva thing."\n\nYou quickly move to tap at the side of the bed, opening the restraints and allowing Koro to get to her feet. Her immense tits wobble back and forth a bit with the motion. "Are you... okay? I mean, do you feel alright?"\n\n"I..." She lifts a fist in the air and rubs at her bicep as she rolls her shoulders, her arm squashed across her bare breasts almost directly across the big, puffy dark nipples covering them. "Actually yeah, I feel fine. I mean, obviously... huh." Then she spreads her arms and shrugs, causing another wobble. "Well. Shit happens."\n\nYou stare up at Koro's face, though doing that without winding up staring at the huge tan expanses below it isn't that easy. "... You got turned into a woman and your response is 'shit happens'?"\n\n"Well, it does!" Koro actually grins at that, thumping her hands down on her broad hips. "C'mon, let's get this lot restrained. We'll take Madison back with us and leave the rest of the smallfry for the local badges. And let's try an' find my stuff while we're at it." She glances down and pokes at one of her breasts, mming. "Guess 'm gonna hafta wear something under my coat now. Maybe."\n\nThe two of you set to going around to the various knocked-out guards, applying those silver restraint bands you saw on the first bounty you captured, with you having to avoid looking in Koro's direction too much. The massive unflappable man-turned-woman doesn't seem all that eager to rectify her nudity, nor all that bothered about bending over and flashing her bare pussy and big toned ass at you. Eventually however she does come across her clothing and gear in a locker, and shrugs back into it. The coat drapes over her new breasts, probably because of some of the extra room in the shoulders, but it just barely keeps everything covered, and occasionally Koro's movements will reveal a dusky hint of nipple.\n\nAs the two of you arrive back at Sierra, the back entrance lowers. "Hey guys, what's WHOA! Hey, Koro, decide the old chassis didn't suit you and you wanted to try a new one?" \n\n"Wasn't my idea, but eh," Koro announces, dumping the unconscious Madison on the floor, not even looking as she disappears like the other bounty did. Koro heads forward and starts to drop into her chair, only for a "Hst!" from Sierra to make her lower herself into it more gingerly.\n\nThe trip back is a little awkward... well, on your part. Probably even moreso because of how unbothered Koro seems by it all, chattering away about her (then his) fight against a bunch of security droids and guards and how great the explosions were. But once you arrive back at the Meridian, there's the expected shock and exclamations, then explanations, and then even an examination. Finally, Doc Trace shrugs and turns to both you and Koro. "Whatever this woman did, it's no simple body alteration... it's definitely beyond any genetic or biological engineering I've seen before. But from what I can tell, it would be highly resistant to any standard reengineering attempts. I'm afraid, for the foreseeable future, you're going to be female."\n\n"Eh," Koro replies with a massive shrug, before turning and meandering out of the room.\n\n"He... um, she... doesn't seem very bothered," Ami comments, wringing her hands just a bit and glancing at Doc Trace.\n\n"Mm. The Kruscians are an extremely gender-blind society, for the most part," Trace explains, adjusting her glasses. "They only truly care about whether someone is strong or weak, not whether the strong or weak person is a man or a woman. And bisexuality is typically the norm for them, as well, so that may be part of it. Perhaps we should simply not look a gift horse in the mouth, and be thankful that Koro doesn't seem bothered."\n\nEventually you return to your room, removing the suit and putting on what could laughably be called your clothes (you've gotta do some shopping) before flopping down on the bed on your back. You rest a hand across your belly and stare at the ceiling. Koro doesn't seem bothered, but you're quite frustrated with yourself. You were in charge of that mission and it went wrong. You sigh, glancing at the door. Maybe if you talked it out with someone else...\n\n<hr>\n[[Ami.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Doc Trace.|Cypher3x1]]\n\n[[Koro.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Sierra.|Cypher1x21]]\n\n[[No one.|Cypher]]

This time the Dark Judge doesn't bother with a speech, simply booming out "<b>Punishment.</b>" Four of the servants march forward and grab his arms, the other two bending to take hold of his legs. Lifting the big man surprisingly easily, they carry him over to the side of the disk facing the waterfall. Your eyes widen and you start forward as they begin swinging him, but before you can do anything he's tossed over the side. One of them turns back and sees your horrified expression, and grins at you. "Don't worry, it may seem impossible, but he's fine. You'll see him again at the end of the tournament, I assure you."\n\nYou glare after them dubiously, then move to stand at the edge of the ring and look down towards the waterfall pool. You think you can just see people swimming about lazily, and there's some more of that singing, actually rather jubilant and uplifting, albeit wordless. None of which would be likely if someone just came plummeting down and died horribly, you think... even around here. Giving the Dark Judge a suspicious look, you turn and head back to the stairs, where the servant that showed you the way is waiting.\n\nYou're looking forward to dinner with Tanya and Serena to talk some of this over with them, but find it difficult when they seem more interested in cuddling up to each other and occasionally kissing. "You two have really bonded," you remark dryly.\n\n"Mm." Tanya grins as she gives her friend one last kiss, then turns to you. "Sorry, darlin', but you were sayin'?"\n\n"They just threw him over the side, like it was nothing. I looked, but I couldn't see any evidence he'd died, even though from that height it seems like he'd have to."\n\n"Yeah, there's plenty of weird stuff going on," Serena agrees, her fingers brushing lightly back and forth over the underside of one of Tanya's breasts. "I watched a match after mine where a guy got run through with a sword. Like seriously, all the way through him. Then he submitted and the other guy pulled it out... he was fine, just a little red mark where the sword went in. And out. Like it was a papercut. Then he got led off for his punishment."\n\n"Maybe it was a trick sword?"\n\n"No, I don't think so. There's definitely some next-level shit going down. But we're here until the tournament's over, so I guess the only thing to do is accept it." She shakes her head ruefully, then grins. "Tanya and me are going over to the-"\n\n"Nope."\n\n"Aw, are you sure you don't wanna-"\n\n<hr>\n[[Nope.|HellKore1x10]]

"Y'know what, I'm gonna pass on the public use of strange sex toys," you murmur, holding up a hand and grinning wryly.\n\n"Aw, c'mon, that's part've the fun! How 'bout you, Serena, y'game ta have a go?"\n\nThe black woman worries her lower lip with her teeth a little, giving the wall-cock a long glance, then looking at you. Her cheeks may not pink, but you can definitely see them darken. "Um, Kali, I think we are gonna go ahead and... hang out here for awhile. Do you think maybe you could at least watch the hallway, or...?"\n\n"Fine, fine." Still grinning, you hold up your hands to keep her from continuing and head to stand at the end of the hallway leading to the alcove from the female dorms. Folding your arms over your chest, you wait for awhile. And wait some more. Just as you're deciding a potential pair of friendships really isn't worth this, Tanya and Serena come trotting down the hall, looking rumpled and happy, arms around each others' waists.\n\n"Girl, you definitely don't know what you missed. That thing is <i>magic</i>, I swear!"\n\n"I'm sure. You two done now?"\n\n"Mm-hmm." Tanya nods, still grinning from ear to ear. "Y'definitely oughtta go give that thing a try before th' tournament's over, hon, best I ever had an' no awkward conversation after."\n\nRolling your eyes but still grinning, you head back with them, chatting for awhile before splitting off to head to your own room.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get some sleep.|HellKore1x7]]

The next day sees much the same routine as before, though this time the white-shirted servant leads you along a path to the rest of the island and away from the temple. You have to admit there are apparently some very pretty parts of this island... lush greenery surroundds the stone path as he leads you towards the mountain. The servant leads you up a set of long, winding steps, and you soon find yourself standing on a large stone disk set into two parts of close-together cliff faces. On one side is a large but quite beautiful set of waterfalls, the water plunging down into a large blue pool, streams winding away from it flowing towards the beach. On the other side is the open ocean, the height and placement of the disk meaning that parts of it hang off over both pool and sea. Seems pretty unsafe. \n\nThe Dark Judge is seated on what looks like a naturally-occurring throne shape atop a stack of boulders. Standing at the other end of the disk that's apparently meant to be your arena for the day is a large black man, his head bare-shaven and eyes dark, his powerfully-muscled arms and chest left bare, uncovered feet emerging from below the ends of his loose white gi pants. You recognize him fairly quickly... Jackson Jake. Started in boxing, trimmed down some and moved to kickboxing, bulked back up a little and moved into MMA. He's currently quite famous in the WMMAF, which is an entertainment-oriented fighting league complete with storylines and heels and faces.\n\nStill, you absolutely know he's no joke. Even if you hadn't seen his skill for yourself in his fights, you've heard of him through the martial arts side of things too, not just the fame side of things. Even if he wasn't a skilled fighter, he's a foot taller than you and way heavier, all of it muscle. Both of which are factors that could lead to an almost automatic win in this sort of no-holds-barred style fighting. Throw skill into the mix and your chances are starting to be grim.\n\nYou try not to let realization show on your face as you size him up, him doing the same thing to you. You suddenly remember something that a friend who works as a trainer at the WMMAF had told you that had been avoided as leaking out to the general public. Jackson Jake got in a motorcycle accident and had to have knee surgery about five months ago. He must have decided to try out this tournament partly to see if he was still in good form, but no way even the best knee surgery is going to be healed in five months. That left knee is going to be weak.\n\n"The prize for the loser in this fight, should they submit, is a collection of Ming Dynasty art," the servant announces as he steps back, barely registering as you consider your moral quandry.\n\n<hr>\n[[Exploit weakness.|HellKore1x8]]\n\n[[No, you want to prove you can take him directly!|HellKore]]

You swing a punch in as if you were going for another shot to the ribs, only to swing it upwards and hit him in the jaw, hard. His brain obviously gets rattled pretty good since he falls backwards, going limp as you release his wrist and let him fall. Panting, you scoot back, waiting for him to get up. Then you hear the Dark Judge's rumbling voice speak.\n\n"<b>Acknowledge your defeat! Submit!</b>"\n\nThe ninja doesn't move for a moment, and you wonder what a knockout counts as under these weird rules... automatic submission? But then he raises a hand slightly, wiggling it, then letting it slap down to the floor.\n\n"<b>Defeat, and in your very first match,</b>" the hooded man thunders, disgust plain to hear. "<b>Your punishment shall be befittingly humiliating.</b>"\n\nYou watch as a quartet of the white-shirted servants trot in, each of them grabbing one of the ninja's limbs and lifting him off the ground, then trundling off with him. You watch them go, actually starting to feel bad for the guy... this whole 'humiliating punishment' thing is a pretty weird aspect to the tournament. But you guess he'll at least have a hundred pounds of silver to soothe his ego afterward.\n\n"<b>You have won this day,</b>" the Dark Judge booms, gesturing at you with an open hand. "<b>Go from here, prepare yourself. You battle again tomorrow.</b>"\n\nGlad to get out of the weirdo's presence, you trot back up the steps, one of the servants leading you back to the common area of the temple. You grab a shower and a soak, then pull on some jeans and a t-shirt before heading down to the dining area. You get some food... slightly more simple fair today, seems to just be some sort of stew as the main dish on offer... and settle down at a spot near some of the other female fighters. As you're eating, you overhear some snickering coming from a pair of women, one wearing white pants and a star-spangled bikini top, the other in a black sports bra and bike shorts.\n\n"No, seriously, it's just <i>there</i>, sticking out of the wall. In this little alcove, fairly out of the way, but right out in the open otherwise."\n\n"Really? Maybe it's just a toy someone stuck there for giggles."\n\n"No, Marie said it's actually part of the wall. Old stone wall, completely realistic you-know-what sticking out of it."\n\n"I don't know what," you speak up, glancing over with a quirked eyebrow. It's not like they were trying to be terribly quiet, so you don't feel too bad about barging in.\n\nIt seems they don't feel too bad either, since both turn towards you, the straight-haired blonde in the bikini top grinning as she replies, "A cock."\n\n<hr>\n[[Say what now?|HellKore1x5]]

"A c-... are you serious?"\n\n"Marie's usually pretty serious," the other part of the conversation, a black woman with light hazelnut skin and her hair pulled back into a collection of braids says. "Tanya here and I have known her for awhile now. Name's Serena."\n\n"Callista. Kali's fine too." You scoot over a bit closer, moving your stew bowl with you. "So you're telling me this temple just has cocks sprouting from the walls?"\n\n"Maybe it's someone's perverted idea of entertainment," Tanya says with a snicker, leaning her elbow on the table. "Gotta give a bunch of tough girls a way ta let off some steam b'tween fights an' all. Marie said it's super-realistic."\n\n"I bet Marie checked it over pretty thoroughly," Serena says dryly, shaking her head and making her braids sway. "Still, sounds weird enough that I sorta wanna see for myself, now. I'm gonna go take a look. You two wanna come with?"\n\n"Aw hell, y'know I'm always up t'see somethin' silly. S'why I still visit m'family," Tanya says with a wide grin. "How 'bout you, Kali?"\n\nYou ponder it for a moment, then shrug. "Gimme a few to finish eating. After the grimdark weirdness I've seen today, maybe some completely ridiculous weirdness is just what I need."\n\n"Yeah, those 'Dark Judge' fellas're strange, huh?"\n\nOnce you've depleted your stew, the three of you stand and head back towards the female dorms. It takes a bit of wandering around and peering into featureless alcoves before Tanya gives a laugh, indicating you've found the right one. "Yup, there it is! Just stickin' right outta th' wall, proud's ya please!" You stare a bit... it is indeed a cock, a long slender one just jutting at full erection out of the wall, a pair of balls dangling beneath it.\n\n"I'll spare us all the double-daring each other to touch it," Serena says dryly, walking over and wrapping her hand around the shaft. She starts visibly. "Geez, it's even <i>warm</i>!" She leans down towards it, lifting the balls a bit. "This is the most realistic sex toy I've ever felt-"\n\n"Felt many?" both you and Tanya say at the same time, then start laughing.\n\n"-and it definitely does go right into the wall, yeah, like it just merges right into the stone," Serena continues, pointedly ignoring you both.\n\n"Hey," Tanya says, blue eyes lighting up, a grin of pure mischief curling her lips. "We oughtta try it out!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Noooo thank you.|HellKore1x6]]\n\n[[... Could be fun...|HellKore]]

You decide to dress sensibly. You came here to fight, not to show off your ass (though it is very nice). You settle on a pair of knee-length black shorts that are loose but not baggy, and a snug blue and black long-sleeved top that leaves your midriff bare and has built-in support. You add some martial arts slippers and run through a few brief katas before checking in the mirror. Resting your hands on your hips, you nod. Feels good, looks nice but normal, not bad. You head out to the dining hall and discover that your choices for the first morning are as varied as the average high-end hotel's, but limit yourself to a simple omelette with a bit of bacon in it. You don't like to load up before a fight. As you eat, servants coem to stand at the doors and start calling out names, usually just as the fighters have finished eating.\n\nYour last bite of omelette is barely washed down with the last of your water when one of the servants calls "Kali!" Wiping your mouth, you stand and trot over to the door, where he nods and gestures for you to follow a second servant waiting behind him. The white-shirted man leads you through a number of hallways, to the point that you're starting to wonder just how big this temple really is, before you finally emerge into a large room. A series of long, shallow steps leads down into a recessed area about the size of a typical martial arts ring, albeit rectangular rather than square. The only other people besides you and the servant are a black-clad man down in the ring and an enormous figure in elaborate black steel armor and an all-consuming black hood sitting in a large throne at one end of the raised area.\n\nYou eye first the armored figure... must be the "Dark Judge" the host mentioned... before focusing on the other fighter as you descend into the ring. He's dressed like a ninja out of a video game or something... black hood, silver mask covering his lower face, a headband tied around the hood with a metal plate on the front that has two nubby little demon horns raising up from it. Black tunic with Japanese symbols on it, metal bracers, red sash, baggy pants bound around his lower legs and metal shinguards, the works.\n\n"The prize for the loser of this fight, should they submit, is one hundred pounds of silver," the servant announces, his hands clasped in front of him as he stands near the door.\n\nYou raise your eyebrows. That much silver could pretty much keep someone in comfort for the rest of their lives, at today's prices. Mulling that over a bit, you again turn towards the "ninja", eyeing him thoughtfully.\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't take this guy seriously.|HellKore]]\n\n[[You'd better take this guy seriously.|HellKore1x3]]

Remembering your own earlier thoughts about the effectiveness of how someone dresses, you chide yourself not to dismiss anyone because they might have dressed to intimidate. Or just however they want. Hell, you know at least one guy that likes to cosplay little girl anime characters during his fights, he can still break peoples' faces. You settle into place across from the "ninja" and begin sizing him up, seeing him do the same. Immediately you notice at least one benefit to what he's wearing that indicates he might not be a complete idiot... it's nearly impossible to guess his real build under there.\n\n"<b>Fighters, prepare yourselves,</b>" a rumbling voice booms from one end of the room, and you resist the urge to jump. Whoever's in that Dark Judge costume has a hell of a subwoofer hooked up to a throat microphone.\n\nHe didn't call for the two of you to bow, but you do anyway, a short one that mostly just angles your upper body towards him. He hesitates, then returns the gesture in kind. You settle into your stance, body slightly turned and one fist a bit forward, the other close in, legs apart, shifting your weight to the balls of your feet somewhat. He crouches down, one arm across his upper body, the other held along his side.\n\n"<b>Begin!</b>"\n\nYou're instantly glad you decided to take this seriously, as your opponent comes at you like a bolt of lightning. You barely snap your leading arm in an upward arc as his fist comes at your face, your forearm striking his and knocking the strike off the mark. You follow through with the movement, slamming your other fist into his ribs. He grunts loudly and then snaps a palm-strike to your abs, making you stumble back and giving him room to recover. This time he snaps a kick upward at you, and you duck back, tucking your hands under his heel and shoving upwards, sending him into an unintentional flip... that he uses to kick you in the chin with the other foot.\n\nSeeing stars, you stagger a little, but focus just in time to see him coming at you, aiming a strike at the side of your neck with a chopping motion. Apparently he didn't expect you to come around so fast, since when you catch his wrist his eyes widen. Frankly rather pissed off, you begin slamming a hard series of blows into his side, aiming for nerve clusters, ribs, armpit, back muscles, generally anything that will <i>hurt</i>. It clearly does since he cries out in pain and doesn't seem to be immediately able to counterattack. You could end this all with one strike, at this point.\n\n<hr>\n[[Clean shot to the head.|HellKore1x4]]\n\n[[Cheap shot the son of a bitch.|HellKore7x1]]

Minikin are really better off as supports anyway, you decide, selecting that class option. The catboy goes through his excited jumping animation as his tanktop turns into a gaudily colored and patterned vest, leaving his chest bare under it, and the shorts turn into a pair of relatively plain pants tucked into pirate-style red boots.\n\nYou'd expect to get to change his face and eye color and Minikin-type next, but instead get... well, this must be what all the fuss is about. You snort quietly at the idea that these trait things could really work like they sound, they're probably just a bunch of vanilla stat bonuses and minuses.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's trait!</center>\n\n[[Bamboozler|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character is especially skilled at spinning tall tales and whipping up convincing lies. However, such things can easily lead them into paths of greater and greater danger! (A plus to deception effects until it critfails, you figure.)\n\n[[Sexy Li'l Thing|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character's charisma and charm makes them beloved by all... and perhaps rather more than just beloved by some! Have a care, their appeal crosses certain lines. (Stat boosts but you draw aggro easier, or something.)\n\n[[The Golden Tongue|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character has the most beautiful singing voice in the world, but this may draw more attention than they can deal with. Overly appreciative fans may appear to try and have your character to themselves! (Boosted bard songs but occasional random spawning enemies, maybe?)

You ate before you got on the boat, and besides, it sounds like tomorrow could be a <i>very</i> intense day. You head off to the left wing of the temple, passing by doors until you find one with your name on it in rather beautiful calligraphy. You push open the door and find a room that could only be described as "opulent", with a huge four-poster bed with a rich maroon comforter, high-class furniture including a table, chairs, and vanity, and a personal restroom. Everything's surprisingly modern bordering on cutting-edge, except for the lack of anything like a TV, radio, or telephone. It seems they draw the line at electronics, but not at a whirlpool bathtub.\n\nAfter a very relaxing hot bath and a great night's sleep on a bed that you could almost sink into and disappear (just how you like it, interestingly enough), you rise in the morning feeling refreshed and ready to face what could be a very strange day. You don a sports bra as your only necessary clothing for a quick morning workout and warmup right there in your room, then take a quick shower before returning to start unpacking your gear. You brought plenty of (fighting-related) clothing since you didn't really know what the tournament would require, and turns out it's apparently anything-goes.\n\nYou pause, then look at your pack again. Some of it could be considered pretty risque... indeed, there's some that you only wear when working out in private (when you don't do that nearly-nude, anyway). The host did say that any method was acceptable... you're guessing that includes psychological warfare. Some guys do get distracted by sexy girl parts, after all, or they get reluctant to go all-out when reminded that their opponent is a woman. Not all of them, certainly, but enough that it could be a distinctive advantage. And if the stakes are as high as they sound, you might need every advantage you can get. \n\nYou decide to dress-\n\n<hr>\n[[... sensible.|HellKore1x2]]\n\n[[... sexy.|HellKore3x1]]

You can't help but smirk, watching a visible shiver play through the lawyer's body as she gives your stiffening shaft a squeeze. "Seems you've found something you like, huh?" you offer, since you don't exactly have any good go-to lines for when a married woman grabs your dick in her office in the middle of the day.\n\n"I-I'm sorry, I... I can't seem to help myself," she answers breathlessly, right before sinking down to her knees and starting to undo your pants. She gasps loudly as she pulls them open and your hard cock drops free from the front flap of your boxers, practically smacking her in the face. "O-oh... oh my," she murmurs, her voice almost a moan as she brings both hands up to start stroking at you, rubbing the smooth skin of your shaft against her face. "It's... it's so much bigger than my husband's..."\n\nWhile you do admit that you've never exactly been worried about the size of your endowments, you do look (and feel) extra long, thick, and hard today. Maybe it's because in all your various experiences, you've never had a mature married woman running her fingers over you almost worshipfully, while gazing up at you with lust-glazed eyes. You give a soft grunt of pleasure as she drags her tongue up the underside of your shaft, rolling it around before sucking at part of your shaft, stroking the lower half with one hand. But she doesn't stay licking at it long before she slides her mouth over the head, starting to suck on it eagerly and shamelessly, her head twisting slightly as she bobs up and down, gulping at your prick without reservation.\n\nMoaning more loudly, you reach down and put both hands on her head. "Geez, you're really fuckin' in love with my cock, huh?" you growl, your voice coming out a little deeper and more resonant than you're used to, as if from deeper in your chest. When she gives a low, needy moan in response, you take that as permission to take some initiative. You begin thrusting your hips and pulling on her head, smirking as she almost immediately quags loudly, then again, before your next push actually pushes into her throat. If you were worried about how she might take you deciding to fuck her face, the look in her eyes when she rolls them up at you again, blatantly pleading for more, eliminates it. You keep thrusting your hips, working your throbbing prick deeper into her throat with every thrust, drool dribbling down her chin as she yanks her suit jacket open, then pops several of the top buttons of her blouse so she can yank down the front of her bra. Her tits are large and full, looking all the moreso for being pushed upward by the shoved-down bra, filling her hands as she kneads at them while you pound her throat.\n\nAfter a few minutes you pull your cock out past her lips, the length of it dripping with churned-up spit, and slap it lightly against her face a few times. "Yeah, you like that? You like that, you fucking slut? Like sucking some young guy's dick in your office?"\n\n"Oh fuck, oh yes, please fuck my face some more, please," she begs, right before you shove your prick back in her mouth and start doing just that. But eventually you want more, and pull out again, grabbing her shoulders and hauling her up, lifting her some to take the steps back necessary to sit her on the edge of her desk. She writhes needily as you shove up her skirt and yank the crotch of her white panties aside, the blonde crying out eagerly as you stuff your spit-shined prick in her pussy. She wraps her arms and legs lightly around you as you start fucking her against the desk, her pussy squeezing and trembling around you with practically every thrust. "Oh fuck, yes yes yes, fuck my slutty cunt with your hot young prick, you're fucking me better than my husband ever did, fuck, yes, fuck!"\n\nYou wonder if the office is soundproofed or if she just doesn't care about letting everyone else in the building know that she's cheating on her husband with a nineteen-year-old client. You find you don't really care which it is, you're too focused on grabbing at those big mature tits and kneading them, feeling your fingers sink into them as they jiggle against your hands, her pretty blonde hair now in disarray, strands of it slipped free of the braid and drifting in front of her sweaty, flushed face as it contorts with her pleasure. You're actually a little surprised you haven't cum already... you're definitely feeling a greater sense of control than any time before. But still as she bucks against you, her half-pantied ass rubbing across the desktop, you can feel yourself getting close.\n\n<hr>\n[[Cum in her.|Austin]]\n\n[[Cum on her.|Austin1x5]]

Feeling the pressure welling up, you pull back suddenly from Mrs. Andrews, your cock yanked out of her pussy and dripping girlcum as it does. As unprompted and eager as any porn actress, the lawyer immediately slips down from the desk and back onto her knees, tilting her head back and opening her mouth wide, making breathless, needy noises as you stroke your prick while aiming it at her face. You moan lowly as you start firing long, thick ropes of milky white across her face, splattering on her extended tongue and smearing on the lenses of her glasses. You just keep going, shooting probably the biggest load of your life as you cover her face, some of it dripping down onto her bare tits or landing in her pretty hair, or soaking into the jacket of her suit.\n\nFinally, when you've stopped, she continues kneeling there looking quite the mess, closing her mouth to swallow what landed in it and then licking her lips. "Thank you, Master," she moans, sending a thrilling shiver through you. You really do feel like her master... as if your cumshot has marked her as yours somehow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept her servitude.|Austin]]\n\n[[This has gone far enough.|Austin]]\n\n[[Mark her even more.|Austin]]

The check you already got would pay for the rest of your school, buy you a nice house and car debt-free, and let you live off of it for quite awhile... taking any more money almost seems greedy, and you have your own interest in strange and unusual things from around the world. Hey, maybe that's why Guncle Archie left it to you. "I think I'll take the artifacts, thank you," you answer with a nod.\n\n"Alright. We just need to confirm that this is the right crate by opening it, and then I'll have it delivered to the address you specify." Mrs. Andrews stands and makes her way over to the crate, beckoning lightly for you to follow her. She picks up the pry bar from the top of the crate and wedges it in, giving a few shoves. Either she's stronger than she looks or the nails weren't hammered in particularly deep, because the lid practically pops off. She slides it to one side, enough for the light to get in and reveal packing material and a number of objects inside. "There we go. I recognize several items from the manifest so it looks like everything's here, can you confirm that this crate is full please?"\n\nYou nod, leaning forward and looking for several moments longer than necessary since it feels almost like a ritual, then nod. "Yeah, looks okay to me."\n\n"Alright, then just let me grab the papers for you to sign," she announces as she heads back to the desk.\n\nYou take a look in while you wait, and notice that sitting close to the top, resting in a bowl, is a pendant with a chain made of multiple-linked gold links to give it a sort of squarish look. The pendant is gold as well, and seems to be a snarling lion's head surrounded by a glorious mane. It's certainly a nice bit of jewelry, and it's yours now, you suppose, maybe you could go ahead and put it on.\n\n<hr>\n[[Put it on.|Austin1x3]]\n\n[[Leave it for later.|Austin]]

It's definitely caught your eye, so you snag the chain and haul it out. There's no clasp, but the chain is plenty long enough for you to slip it over your head, the lion's head settling on your chest easily. \n\n"Here you are, Austin," Mrs. Andrews chirps as she makes her way over, setting the papers with a pad under them on top of the crate. "Oh! You ah... you seem to have found something you like already," she notes, for some reason sounding rather flustered as she looks at the pendant. "It... it looks quite nice on you," she notes, and as you glance up from looking over the paper, you notice that her cheeks are a little flushed. Odd. You finish signing your name and filling out the address of your mother's house, since there's not exactly anywhere to put the crate in your room back at school, and look up to find Mrs. Andrews still looking at you with pink cheeks.\n\n"Ah... does it really look that good on me?" you ask, slightly embarrassed as you glance down at the pendant.\n\n"Well... yes, it... I'm really not quite sure what it is, but somehow it makes you look very... manly. Perhaps it just suits you particularly well, is all," she murmurs, reaching out to adjust your collar a little over the necklace, then tracing a hand lightly down the links. It would almost be a motherly gesture... except for the way her pretty eyes have glazed over a little and her lips are parted slightly, her chest rising and falling a bit visibly from her quickened breath. Her fingertips trace over the outline of the lion's head, her teeth starting to worry her lower lip a little...\n\n... before her hand trails down the front of your shirt, to your pants, and she brazenly grabs at your cock through them. Your eyes widen in shock as you look at her face, her own eyes gazing back needfully as she strokes and rubs your shaft through the layers of cloth.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her.|Austin1x4]]\n\n[[Refuse her.|Austin]]

You consider for a moment, then decide that your mother would probably skin you alive if you went off to live in some haunted house for who-knows-how-long, even if it was in the quest to earn a sizeable inheritance. She's been pretty clear on how important your education is to her, after all. So with a bit of an internal sigh, you answer, "If you could set up an appointment for me to come by your office, please?"\n\n"Certainly. I took the liberty of looking up your class schedule online, I can have a driver sent over to pick you up after your last final, if that's alright?"\n\nHuh, you suppose it must be a pretty hoity-toity lawyer's office if they go to that sort of effort. But then as you understand it ol' Guncle Archie was swimming in money, stands to reason whatever law firm he employed would go the extra mile. Confirming the date, time, and place with Mrs. Andrews, you hang up and go back to preparing for your finals, with a bit of a distracted air at this point.\n\nYour last class of the semester finally comes, with a few people giving you odd looks, since you bothered to put on slacks and a collared shirt apparently to take a test. (It's more the fact that you feel it appropriate for going to see a lawyer, somehow. You suppose they can't actually refuse to give you your inheritance just because you showed up in a football team shirt and jeans but, social niceties are what they are.) Still, you're a little surprised when you exit the building and find a classy-looking town car with a suit-clad man holding a sign with your name on it standing by it. This is clearly no Uber, obviously. You introduce yourself to the driver and climb in, enjoying the ride (it's no fully-stocked limo but the cushy seats are pretty awesome) to a tall, gleaming building, the driver telling you which floor to go up to. You have to stop briefly to give your name and where you're going to a security guard, and then it's an elevator ride to one of the upper floors, where you step out into a very nice lobby.\n\nWaiting there for you, standing near the receptionist's desk, is a tallish blonde woman in a black skirt-suit, with blonde hair in a short braid draped over one shoulder and slim glasses perched on her nose. She's actually quite nice-looking, though the suit is clearly meant to be more professional than flattering.\n\n<img src="images/uVtYMTY.jpg">\n\n"You must be Austin. Good morning, I'm Mrs. Andrews, and I'm in charge of your great-uncle's estate. Please, follow me to my office, I was just on my way to pick up the papers pertaining to you, but we'll get you situated first."\n\nYou follow her down the hall (hm, the skirt's still a little flattering though, you admit after a quick glance) and shows you into an office with a great view of the city, but otherwise opaque walls... one supposes privacy must be one of those benefits you earn from being important in an office like this. Mrs. Andrews asks if you'd like anything to drink and, after your polite refusal, leaves you to take a seat while she goes to retrieve the papers. You glance around at the photos and degrees on the wall... huh, the family photos on the wall show her mostly with a man and two girls, one about your own age and the other a few years younger, looks like. The girls look enough like both her and the man that they must be her children, even though she looks a bit younger than your own mother. She must either have good genes or a good surgeon, you think idly as she returns and settles down behind the desk with a file folder that she swings open.\n\n"Alright, Austin, at this point I'd like to outline your options," she explains in a cheerful but professional tone, alternating her pale blue eyes between you and the papers. "Your great-uncle left you a set amount of money, as noted. Ah yes, here, a check," she adds, plucking a slip of paper from the folder and holding it out to you. She continues on while you're still goggling at the amount of zeroes on the check. "Now, the first option is [[an additional monetary payout|Austin]], simple and straightforward. Archibald, however, also set up a number of other options for you, should you wish to gain what he called 'the benefit of my experiences' rather than simple wealth."\n\nShe sets aside a small stack of clipped-together papers. "The first option is that you may accept one of a small handful of [[real estate properties|Austin2x1]]. There are some very interesting and valuable properties here, the sort of things that it can be difficult to buy these days. It should be noted, however, that some of them do come with tenants already living in them, and your uncle stated his preference that you allow them to continue to do so if at all possible. If you decide to accept one of these, my firm has also been instructed to secure you entrance to a nearby university of your choice and insure full transferral of your credits."\n\n"Your great-uncle also left behind a number of [[artifacts|Austin1x2]] from his years of traveling the globe and indulging in amateur archaeology and even paleontology. They're a bit of a jumble at the moment, I'm afraid, there's rather literally a small crate of them here in the office, awaiting donation to various museums should you elect not to take ownership of them." She gestures over to a waist-high wooden cube sitting in a corner of the office. "Theoretically their value could be even more than the monetary bequeathment... but obviously you would need to handle that yourself, if you actually wished to part with them."\n\n"The last option was the services of your great-uncle's [[personal assistant|AustinElf1x1]]. Obviously not the sort of thing one would generally will to someone else, but this person is apparently as eccentric as your uncle was. Their employment can in fact be transferred via bequest, and there is no requirement to pay them, as their salary is handled entirely by the estate. I will say that while I haven't met the individual in question, they are apparently highly competent and your great-uncle said he found them invaluable in practically every area of his life."\n\nShe finishes laying out the papers, then laces her fingers and rests her hands on the desk, smiling pleasantly at you. "Now, you are allowed to pick whichever of these options most interests you. The others, should you not choose them, will either go to predetermined places... as noted, most of the artifacts are destined for museums if you don't take them... or to other recipients mentioned in the will. However, you may only choose one, so please feel free to take your time and choose carefully."

"Then run," the thing in the bushes says.\n\nAnd you're running, without starting or beginning or picking a direction, you're just running, you're running and it's chasing you, somewhere in the darkness and also nipping at your heels, every bit of your body focused on nothing but the purest desire to escape from the predator behind. You snap through branches and bushes that try to claw at your limbs and slow their progress, to hold you up for the thing coming for you, but your resolve is enough to push through, to keep running, to stay ahead. \n\nAnd then the trees part and you're running into a glade. There's a long stone slab, and resting atop it on one side is a shaped knife of grey rock, and on the other side a shield made of leather stretched over a wooden frame. Leaned against the slab between the two is a spear with a head of obsidian, gleaming and black in the sunlight.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the knife.|Dream]]\n\n[[Take the spear.|Dream1x3]]\n\n[[Take the shield.|Dream]]\n\n[[Keep running.|Dream]]

You snatch up the spear and turn, already angling it and bracing yourself, knowing the beast is coming for you, knowing the beast is leaping, knowing the beast is presenting its heart to you.\n\nThe impact shakes your arms, the sight of the stone pushing through flesh and blood and sinking in past the wood shakes your soul, but you do not shake as the wolf impacts against the point of the spear and is carried by its momentum, claws still reaching towards you, mouth still open and bared in a snarl drawing closer to your face. And then the wolf's lips curl along its muzzle in a smile, and it murmurs "Yes, good job" in your father's voice as its blood runs down the shaft of the spear, sliding warm and slick over your hands and curling around your forearms.\n\nAnd then the wolf is gone and you're standing there alone, in an empty glade holding a spear, your arms red to the elbows, your breath soft and shaking, your skin damp. The air you breathe in is cold and burns, and letting it out when it's been heated inside you makes you chilled.\n\n<hr>\n[[This dream is done.|Dream]]\n\n[[Time to move on.|Dream1x4]]

You decide to head for the "Practical Solutions" exhibit... you bet there's a lot of interactive demonstrations and stuff like that, and you've always wanted to try that sort of thing! Though you notice that there's already fewer people taking this pathway as you go along, and that a lot of them are looking at the posters for the various movies that are apparently examples of this shop's work... and then turning around and going back, presumably to look at the other exhibits. Admittedly, most of these movies were made in the eighties nineties and they look pretty cheesy now, but that just seems unfair.\n\nBy the time you get to the doors at the end of the hallway where people are meant to line up to be let in, you're the only one there. The doors open up ahead of you and the older teen working the line waves you on in with a rueful grin on his face.\n\nInside the sort of mini-lobby gathering area are a pair of people in black Worldland polo shirts and khaki pants. The guy is about your father's age, with a short, greying beard and professionally trimmed hair, making him look like every guy you've ever seen on a home improvement show. The other is a younger woman who looks like she's in her mid-twenties, with blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, making her look sort of like every other professional female you've seen in this sort of situation.\n\n"So it's just you, huh?" the woman asks, shaking her head.\n\n"She doesn't mean it like <i>that</i>," the man adds in a bemused tone, giving his colleague a look. "It's just that our exhibit's sort of dried up after the big opening. I guess practical effects aren't very popular with most of the audience either, these days. I'm Greg, this is Kelly."\n\n"Yeah, sorry, didn't mean to sound like we weren't glad to see you," Kelly adds sheepishly. Then she perks up some. "Still, sort of works out in your favor. I mean, rather than going on a big winding tour and sticking to everyone else's pace, we can show you whatever you want as long as you want-"\n\n"As long as it's not over half an hour, since that's how long the tour is supposed to last," Greg cuts in with a grin.\n\n"Not much chance of anyone else turning up, but yeah I guess we'd have to check back here and see. <i>Any</i>way, that also means you get to do all the participation parts!"\n\nYour heart soars a bit at hearing that. You'd been wondering if you'd be lucky enough to get to do any of that, now you're going to get to do whatever of it you want! Still, though, there is a cute girl in the room, so you try to play it cool. "Hey, neat," you say evenly, bobbing your head and tucking your hands in your pockets. Nailed it.\n\n"So let's see, where do you want to start? We've got a [[giant animatronic hummingbird|MiniEricStart]] from <i>Baby I Miniaturized Our Offspring</i>..."\n\n"An underrated Eddie Murphy classic."\n\n"I thought so too! Anyway, you get to ride it inside a wind tunnel and normally people would see you zooming around the backyard on a screen, but we can just show you the playback after since riding the bird is the fun part. There are other animatronic exhibits too, like the one of [[famous people in history|AniHistStart]] or there's our [[movie robots|AniBotsStart]]. We even have a small [[stop motion exhibit|StopMoStart]] where you can try out one of the earliest style of practical effects! So, what do you think you'd like to try?"

The more you think about it, the more it makes sense to take the housesitting job. After all, looking after a dog kind of provides a lot of opportunities to screw up, and being anxious by nature you could kind of do with cutting down on that sort of thing. It sounds like this job will basically involve sitting around in an empty house for awhile, making sure no one robs the place and that you clean up after yourself, and you're pretty sure you can handle that without much stress.\n\nYou call up to offer your services, and though it takes a little convincing, Mr. Aubergine eventually seems to agree that you'll be acceptable. From the somewhat grudging nature of his agreement you get the sense that he probably didn't get that many other applicants and the others may have come off way worse than a teenage kid with no experience. Your parents take a bit of convincing, but since they know you and apparently find it unlikely you'll be throwing any wild parties in someone else's house, they eventually agree as well.\n\nOn the day you're due to show up, you finish packing up your bag and decide to walk over to Mr. Aubergine's house. Your mother offers to drive you, but it just feels awkward to be dropped off at your first job by your mom. The unfortunate side effect of this is that you arrive at the house a bit sweaty from the warm spring day. Eventually you arrive, spotting a house that's... mildly ominous enough that you seriously consider turning around and going home. Made of dark red brick, with an odd design involving turrets and chimneys, it looks a bit more like someone cast a spell to turn an old brick home into a castle than anything else.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/GuEeHTg.jpg>\n\nStill, maybe that's part of it... you know that there are some kids in town whose approach to any house that looks "weird" or "haunted" is to throw bricks through the window. (You're not sure what you could do to stop that, other than maybe put a tarp over the window and call the cops afterward, but you guess the owner thinks that's better than having a broken window for the entire time he's gone.) You knock at the door, and it's almost immediately answered by what you figure must be Mr. Aubergine. He's middle-aged, smooth-scalped, and stout... not really <i>fat</i>, from the look of him, but definitely broad and wide-bellied. He's wearing a three-piece suit, and looks you up and down a bit dubiously, and won't even fully open the door until you've shown him your ID.\n\n"Alright, boy, here's the rules," he says as he shows you into a living room furnished in simple, tasteful furniture in dark woods and deep red fabrics. "Unless you're required by some damage done to the house, you are not to go into any other rooms besides this one, the guest bedroom and bathroom downstairs, and the kitchen. Restrain yourself to those rooms and those rooms alone. You may go out in the backyard during the day, but be inside before nightfall, and do not go anywhere near my garden or pond at any time. In the event of a tornado warning, you may go into the basement, but <i>only</i> if there is a tornado warning. A woman of my acquaintance might stop by as well... black-haired, well-dressed, nice eyes, you don't need to know any more about her than that, including her name. Simply tell her that I'm not in and she should come back later. You will repeat all of this back to me to assure me that you understand."\n\n"U-um, right," you stammer, trying not to be intimidated. "I shouldn't go anywhere but this room, the bedroom and bathroom down here, and the kitchen. Only go in the back yard if it's daytime and even then stay away from the garden and pond. If I hear a tornado warning I should go to the basement but not otherwise. If your friend stops by I should just tell her you're away and to come back later."\n\nHe stares at you for a moment, then nods slowly. "Obviously, should you make a mess or leave the house in a wretched state, you can consider your payment forfeit. As well, if you break anything or misuse anything, I <i>will</i> see that I am repaid." He glowers for a moment, but apparently pleased that you seem properly intimidated, nods and hands you a key. "Very well. I will return on the agreed-upon date, and promptly. The house had best be in the same state I left it." And without so much as a 'goodbye', he turns and marches off and out the door. \n\nWow, nice guy, huh? You let out a shuddery breath, having to admit that you were pretty intimidated. In fact... you notice a distinct "whiffiness" to yourself. Between walking sweat and stress sweat, you think the first thing you need to do on the job is take a shower.\n\n<hr>\n[[Shower in the guest bathroom.|QOHS1x1]]\n\n[[Shower in the master bathroom.|QOHS]]

'Eeeeasy, Tiger,' you tell your cock as it twitches some in its highly clinging and detail-providing bodysuited prison. The train station is a little ways past the alley you're hiding in, and that's one of the only real places a curious, exploration-hungry person might go. Best to let her go right past you.\n\nAnd she does, walking past the alley without so much as a glance to betray that she might have noticed you. You let her get a bit further past, enough to put just a decent amount of space between you just in case, then rise and turn, stepping out of the alley and raising the gun. You've programmed some skills into this body, so it does a bit of sighting and auto-aiming for you, and you can almost immediately pull the trigger. The crackling ovoid of energy flies out of the emitter at the end of the rifle and buzzes through the air, striking Tifa in the mid-back with roughly the force of a well-made and accurately thrown water balloon, minus the sensation of getting wet. Still, it obviously gets her attention, as she yelps and stumbles a bit, whirling around to face you.\n\nShock and anger come over her face as she realizes that she's facing down a stranger holding what's obviously a gun, even if it's some sort of nuisance device. Then an odd look comes over her face, more confusion than anything else, as if something had suddenly occurred to her and she were struggling to remember it. She stands there, brow knitted for a moment, until for just a split second a look of abject horror comes over her face, her eyes going wide, lips parting as she stares at you in terror. Then all that fear and stress just melts out of face, her eyes settling and turning just a bit heavy-lidded and glassy. Her lips curl up in a faint smile, as if she were daydreaming about something nice, the tension bleeding out of her shoulders. Her hands, which had started to come up and clench into fists, open and settle placidly to her sides.\n\nSmirking, you swing the rifle into place on your back and saunter over to her, resting your hands on your hips. "Well hey there, Tifa!"\n\n"Oh, hello," she greets you pleasantly, with just the faintest edge of being mildly distracted, even as she looks at you and smiles cheerfully.\n\n"You know, Tifa, something I couldn't help but notice as I look at you," you muse aloud, making a show of cupping your chin and looking her up and down. "But you have some really huge tits on you, don't you?"\n\n"Mhm, I do," she agrees easily enough, nodding along. "People stare at them a lot, and I can tell they want to grab them. I suppose I should let them if they want to..."\n\nThose new neural pathways are definitely in place. Snickering, you continue, "Mmm, but it's not just the tits, it's that ass, too, those hips, you are just too hot. In fact, it's pretty obvious that the only reason you exist is to be a fucktoy."\n\n"That makes sense," Tifa agrees, nodding along easily. "I probably was only born to be a fucktoy for people."\n\n"And fucktoys have owners, don't they? Well, I'm yours, so from now on, you're my property."\n\n"Okay, I'm your sex doll," she agrees with a little salute, the motion of her arm making her tits jiggle. "I belong to you and am nothing but a thing to be used for sex."\n\n"Good. So ditch the panties, then squat down and start sucking my cock, toy," you command, willing your suit to open up at the crotch, your now thoroughly stiff prick springing free and wobbling in the night air of the filthy slums street.\n\n"Okay~," Tifa agrees happily, immediately pulling her skirt up at the sides to reveal white cotton panties hugging up against an obviously plump pussy... one that she bares as she shamelessly strips out of the panties then and there in the street, working them over her boots as she lifts her feet out of them. Balancing on the balls of her feet as she squats down, knees spread wide to show that pussy off, she brings her gloved hands up, one fondling your balls and the other starting to stroke your shaft. "Thank you for allowing me to fulfill my reason for existing by pleasuring your cock, Master," she coos up at you before leaning in to slide her mouth over the head of your cock, tongue swirling around it in smooth, steady rolls as she begins bobbing her head.\n\nYou moan softly, raising your own hands up to your tits, the material of your suit squeaking and creaking lowly at being rubbed as you start kneading them. You let your lower teeth drag along your lower lip as Tifa, her brain urging her to perform as a good little sex toy, completely ignores her gag reflex and slides your cock into her throat after only a few strokes of her mouth, even her gagging noises sounding mindlessly cheerful and eager to please. Laughing softly, knowing that both the player and character are both eternally locked into being your self-respectless fuckpets, you start tweaking and tugging at your fat nipples through the tight material adhering to them, thrusting your hips a little bit against Tifa's headbobbing and stroking, and her diligent, tireless working of your balls. Eventually you let out a long moan and start spilling down her throat, reaching down with one hand to shove at the back of her head, keeping her lips fastened securely around the root of your prick as you empty your sack into her belly, Tifa not giving so much as a twitch of resistance or shock.\n\nOnce you do remove your hand, she slowly pulls her head back, sucking you clean the whole way, until your cock pops out of her mouth. She smiles serenely up at you. "Thank you for using my mouth as a cumdump, Mistress, since that's the only reason it exists."\n\n"You're welcome," you reply a little breathlessly, laughing some as you tap a control on your wrist. Tifa flickers and disappears, sent back to your hab area, where she'll be cleaned up and prepared for eternal residency by the automaton staff. Willing your suit closed again, you now simply need to decide whether to open up a portal to the hab area yourself, or go right back to the mission room and get to work on another capture.\n<<set $tifacaptured to true>><<set $mbtifa to true>><<set $capsucc += 1>>\n<hr>\n[[Hab area.|Capture-HabArea]]\n\n[[Mission room.|Capture-MissionRoom]]

The less people around, the better. Besides, you didn't program any powerful NPCs into these scenarios, and right now all the players are segregated into their own instances... Tifa won't have a Barret or a Cloud or anyone like that to go walking around with her.\n\nYou settle into a crouch in the alleyway and wait, making sure that your suit is set to 'stealth mode', generally blurring your presence and making you blend into low-light areas better. (Yet it doesn't stop glowing, aren't games fun?) This isn't the particularly fun part of hunting down slaves, but hey, if you want to do it right...\n\nEventually your patience is rewarded. You almost think you've miscalculated when the lights shut off, but a second later Tifa steps out of the bar. Of course for your own benefit and to encourage players, the model you built for the game was particularly sexy... the original outfit, with nice big boobs, the top just short enough to show the slightest hint of underboob from a lowered perspective, the snug little shiny skirt that's obviously just barely covering everything, the fantastic legs... and of course beautiful long hair, perfect toned arms, and firm belly, the works. You grin as she starts to walk down the street in your general direction, looking about the sights (or what passes for them in Sector Seven) in a slightly tourist-y fashion... the player's influence, no doubt.\n\n<hr>\n[[Now!|CapTifa-MBR3x1]]\n\n[[Juuust wait.|CapTifa-MBR1x2]]

A pocket healer seems like a natch... besides, he really is cute. You gather from the way he acts and that he's an adventurer that he's probably about your age, though he's on the short and slender side besides being pretty. You watch him as he goes about trying to ingratiate himself into a group, mostly ones with pretty girls, trying to put a bit of a strut into his step as he approaches them, and making his pitch. It's not quite 'Hello there ladies, a big strong man is here to protect you' level, it's far more polite and respectful than that, but there is an undercurrent of him presenting himself as, well, a big strong man, and that probably explains why he keeps getting turned down (sometimes with laughter) and slumping off away after apologizing for bothering them.\n\n'Oho, have a complex about being little and pretty, do we?' you muse as you watch him rally his confidence for another attempt. You get the sense if he was just being sincere and maybe even put a bit of puppy dog eyes on, the girls here in the tavern would be eating him up (and probably a fair portion of the guys), but he obviously wants to be seen as a paragon of manliness. Watching him fail again after talking to the elf caster you noticed earlier (who at least is more polite and gentle than some of the others), you make your move, sliding up alongside him as he walks away. "Having a rough night, tiger?"\n\nHe actually jumps a little in shock, scrambling slightly to one side, the brief resemblence to a startled kitten not doing anything for his desire to be taken seriously. "W-ha-wha?! Oh, um, h-hello there," he murmurs, in his natural slightly soft and sweet voice since he apparently forgets for a moment to do his 'tough guy' voice he was using with the others. "Um, well, I... yes," he admits with a sigh, slumping his shoulders.\n\n"Tell you what, I'll buy you a beer and you can tell me about it, hm?" you offer, clapping a hand on his shoulder.\n\nHe perks a bit, obviously rather enthused at someone offering to buy him a beer instead of milk or something similar. He follows you to the bar and clambers onto one of the stools, where you notice something from his pulled-back hood. You can't quite help but comment, "Are those kitty ears?" with a bit of laughter in your voice.\n\nHe pouts at you, yet again just reinforcing how adorable he is, and sulkily says, "My sister made it for me, I couldn't turn it down, okay?"\n\nWell, you probably set yourself back a little on getting on his good side, but that's another valuable piece of information. 'Probably an older sister too. Masculinity complex and sister complex too, huh?' you think smugly to yourself as you settle into the stool beside his. "My name's Cyan."\n\n"I'm Leon," he answers, squaring his shoulders and puffing out his chest a bit. "I'm a second-rank white mage, graduated with honors from my class at the temple!"\n\n"Wow, not bad!" you reply cheerfully, making sure to put plenty of enthusiasm in your voice. "That must have been pretty hard work, huh? Tough training?"\n\nObviously delighted by your phrasing of his time at the temple as being hard work (and thus manly), he starts chattering about the long nights of study and prayer, with you leading him on as you do, making sure that as it goes along you keep leaning in towards him, emphasizing your height over him subtly and using a more familiar, fond tone in your encouragement. Of course it doesn't hurt that you keep buying him beers, and by halfway through his fourth one it's not hard to subtly prompt him into suggesting that the two of you go upstairs to his room.\n\n"S'just... not fair," he says with a barely-suppressed sniffle as the two of you make your way upstairs, your arm around his shoulders to gently nudge his head up against your breast. "M'nineteen... nineteen! But every other jus' sees some... some cute kid," he adds with a huff.\n\n"It's fine," you coo to him, rather than pointing out he'd probably seem less like a cute kid if he wasn't trying so hard to seem adult. "I promise you I don't see you as a kid, okay?" Smirking, you reach over to gently cup the front of his crotch and give a light squeeze, murmuring in his ear, "I promise I don't."\n\nHe gasps loudly, and the half-hardon he'd developed over time talking to you instantly springs into a full one. "A-alright," he gasps out, hurrying a bit more with moving to and unlocking the door to his room.\n\nYou smile as you step in and shrug out of your coat, casually and betraying no hesitation, adding your sword belt to the chair as well. Then you look at him and say simply, "Strip."\n\nHe opens and closes his mouth a few times, perhaps considering whether it would really be manly to obey such a direct order, but then simply nods quickly before hurrying out of his cape, then the plain white shirt and pants as well. Soon he's standing naked in front of you beside the bed, his face flushed and lips parted as he breathes quickly. His cock is a bit long and fairly slender, matching the rest of his build nicely but probably not doing much for his own perceptions of being seen as manly. \n\nMmm, he's very cute... and thanks to the ability Riara gifted you with, you're about to dom the hell out of him. How fun~! The question is, just how to do that? Two thoughts immediately come to mind...\n\n<hr>\n[[Big sister dom.|GGSD]]\n\n[[Big cocked dom.|GGSD]]

It's been months since you actually logged in to Elder Tale, and some of your guildmates are probably wondering where you've been. Well, no time like the present, you suppose. Luckily its updater runs in the background, so you don't have to wait as you bring up the launcher and log in. Selecting your Fighter, you log into the server and soon your little armored avatar is running down mainstreet Deviville, past overgrown, run-down versions of various landmark-ish buildings.\n\nYour guild-chat quickly pops up with people greeting you and asking where you've been. Making your excuses, you eventually ask, <span style="color:#009900;">So hey, is the expansion still going live today?</span>\n\n<span style="color:#009900;">Yeah, it's supposed to go live in about ten minutes,</span> someone else on the guildchat answers. \n\n<span style="color:#009900;">It's gonna go live while the game is up? That's weird,</span> you type back with a frown.\n\n<span style="color:#009900;">Don't they have to take the servers down to apply the patch or whatever?</span> someone else adds, apparently sharing your confusion.\n\n<span style="color:#009900;">I guess not. Elder Tale's Japanese, remember, not like our inferior gaijin MMOs,</span> the guild's resident weeabooo smugs.\n\nWhile you're busy rolling your eyes, there's a chime as you get a PM instead, the text showing up as from your friend who lives in Palladium City. <span style="color:#660066;">(Arachne) Hey, if it's gonna go live in ten minutes, we should get together so we can see it.</span>\n\nPulling a little 'sounds okay' face, you type <span style="color:#660066;">/r Sounds okay to me. I think I've got a guildwarp stone.</span>\n\n<span style="color:#660066;">(Arachne) No, don't use that up. Pladium will be super crowded anyway. I should make it to Devle if I take a Fairy Ring. Wiki says there's one in three minutes that'll put me a two minute horse ride from Devle.</span>\n\n<span style="color:#660066;">/r Okay. See you in five then.</span>\n\nYou spend a little while checking your mail and some of the local questgivers to see if anything new has been added yet, but it's mostly just the same stock phrases from the People of the Land today. Eventually you get another PM: <span style="color:#660066;">(Arachne) lol left my horse whistle in the bank, whoops. May be late gotta run through aggro zone.</span> Alas, the minutes are ticking away, and you watch the game clock get closer and closer to the time the expansion supposedly goes live, until finally-\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|GGET1x1]]

"Girls... hate it when I touch them?" Happosai repeats, sounding shocked and confused, as if that had really only just occurred to him.\n\nSnorting, you use a mocking tone of voice that indicates you still expect him to repeat. "'No girl would want me to touch her in a million years!'"\n\n"No girl would want me to touch her in a million years," Happosai grumbles, with the simmering resentment of someone who's obviously heard <i>that</i> plenty.\n\nLaughing a bit, you call, "Fine, here!" and throw the pin at him. He sits up and snatches it out of the air, quickly clipping it to his puff of white hair, and disappearing in a thick cloud of smoke that appears with a loud *POMF*. You cough and wrinkle your nose, waving both hands around to try and clear the smoke. "Geez, what're you even doing, old man?" Then you yelp as you feel the familiar sensation of Happosai doing a full-body glomp on your chest.\n\nExcept that this time it sends a surge of pleasure through you when he does. Your whole body twitches, your fingers wriggling, hands half-raised, stopped in the motion of smacking him off. His little hands and fingers roughly caress and squeeze at your large breasts, but every touch sends an intensely enjoyable shock through your whole body. You let out a moan and shudder all over as he pinches one of your nipples through the silk of your shirt, your toes curling against the ground. You look down at Happosai, noticing that he's become a bit larger and paunchier, a striped tail swishing back and forth above his rear as he wiggles against your boobs.\n\n"W-what... what are you...?" you gasp out, only to cut yourself off with a pleasured yelp as he pinches both of your nipples at once, feeling a small boobgasm flash its way along your nerves.\n\n"Oh, it's just an illusion that every time I touch you, it feels incredibly good," Happosai sneers, wiggling his new raccoon ears. He yanks your shirt open in front, and your eyes roll up some as he starts touching you directly, sending even more powerful sensations racing along your skin. "Of course, it's a very <i>good</i> illusion, so the difference is fairly immaterial, don't you think?"\n\nHe wiggles his lower body a bit, then begins pumping his hips. You feel something gradually pressing up between your tits, making you moan and quiver with every thrust, until quite a bit of cock is jutting up out of your cleavage, working back and forth as Happosai moves. You can feel his enlarge balls slap against your chest and belly as he starts titfucking you while you're still standing. After the fourth shuddering, mind-shaking boobgasm slams through you, you give in completely, bringing one hand up to his back to help hold him in place, the other moving to fondle and stroke his immense balls. You duck your head and wrap your lips around the head of his cock, letting him fuck up between your lips with his thrusts. You almost immediately get the even more strange and pleasurable feeling of a <i>mouthgasm</i> as his touch stimulates your lips and tongue as you suck and lick at his pumping prick.\n\nThe feeling of the transformed pervert pleasuring himself with your tits gets you off again and again, your pussy gushing several times, leaving the black silk of your pants clinging to your thighs and crotch, outlining the engorged lips and your stiff clit perfectly. When Happosai finally cums in your mouth, you yourself climax so hard that your eyes roll up in your head and your whole body shudders, a mewling noise sounding low in your throat. The martial arts master drops away as you wobble unsteadily, then drop to the ground, sweaty tits heaving as you try to catch your breath.\n\n"Hahaha, so what do you think of me now, Ranma?" Happosai sneers.\n\n<hr>\n[["You... old bastard..."|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[["Please... fuck me..."|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[["Make it... even better..."|FRanXPlaceholder]]

You spend the rest of the morning packing up your things, and before noon the two of you are on the road, heading back to America. Evading the border patrol is, of course, a joke, and another few days' travel brings the pair of you to one of the suburbs of Capital City where you've decided to set up base while you do reconnaisence and plan your assault on Mordensi's lair.\n\nOver the next several weeks, you get to know Lana quite well. She's got a broad sense of humor and a smart mouth, both of which she uses on you until you're used to responding in kind. She's got a quick mind, too, easily able to keep up with the explanations you give her of how various of your weapons and devices work. And of course there's the fact that, while she may know better than to waltz around naked, she <i>does</i> tend to keep waltz around wearing nothing but one of your t-shirts, even after the two of you have procured her some clothes of her own. (And a set of black athletic underwear a number of sizes bigger, for the big day.)\n\nEventually you have to admit it, you've grown very attracted to her. And while you don't have a lot of experience to judge on, you're pretty sure she's attracted to you. Sure, maybe the constantly brushing her hand over yours, touching your arm, leaning against you when she's tired or thinks you're looking sad, could all be innocent. The fact that she eventually starts sitting in your lap while she knows perfectly well she's not wearing panties, not so much.\n\n"Jace!" she exclaims one day after she's been out. You turn your chair towards her just in time for her to leap into it with you, causing you to give an 'oof'. She winds up straddling your lap, grinning at you practically nose-to-nose. You cant your head a bit and notice the trail of shoes, pants, and panties leading away from the door as usual. "I talked to that guy who said he could make a magical trap-breaker! He said it oughtta be done by next week, and it was cheaper than we thought it was!"\n\n"Great," you acknowledge, smiling more because of how excited she is than the admittedly good news about the plan. You just sit there smiling at each other, and suddenly you're kissing. You have absolutely no idea of who made the first move, but she's pressing close with her arms around your neck, lips working against yours hungrily. Just as eagerly you grab her bare ass with both hands, squeezing roughly, feeling as much as hearing her breath catch and a moan pass into your mouth.\n\nShe's panting eagerly by the time the kiss breaks, her cheeks flushed, nipples trying to drill holes in the black fabric of your appropriated shirt. She reaches down to your waistband, clearly not intending to stop at a kiss and a bit of fondling.\n\n<hr>\n[[Maybe we shouldn't.|JaceWar]]\n\n[[Maybe she should hurry up.|JaceWar]]\n\n[[Maybe you should think about protection.|JaceWar1x12]]

More. You want more. Letting out a whorish moan, you wiggle your way the rest of the way out of your pants and boots, undoing your belt as well and letting it drop before shimmying out of your already unlaced top. Naked, you turn and slide your upper body across the seat cushion of the chair, licking where your own fluids are already soaked in and disappearing, before slipping forward more, turning as you do to seat yourself in it, spreading your legs wide and starting to rub your clit with one hand, the other brought up to suck at your fingers.\n\nMuch faster than before, and not bothering to grip your ankles or grab for your wrists, the chair manifests its tentacle-cock, pushing it straight up into your pussy this time. You squeal happily at feeling that it's even thicker and longer than before, spreading you wider open around it, and then let out a longer, deeper moan as this time it pushes a matching cloth cock between your asscheeks and spreads your tight little asshole. It begins bouncing you atop it again, seat cushion smacking against your butt as it fucks both your holes and again extends two pseudopods to toy with your tits.\n\n"Fuuuck, yes, fuck me, fuck me," you gasp out with abandon as it does just that, its fondling tentacles hauling you in close against it as it violates both your eager holes. You curl your toes and wiggle back against it, still furiously frigging yourself, resting the other hand back on its armrest and feeling yourself sink in. In fact, you seem to be sinking deeper and deeper into the chair, its undulating surface massaging even more of your body, mixing comfort and ease with the sheer pleasure its cloth cocks are giving you. Soon it's rubbing and kneading against your sides and around your thighs and calves, even running pseudopods along your feet and toes.\n\nYou have your eyes closed to concentrate on the pleasure, so you don't see that you've sunk nearly halfway into the chair... you might not even care if you did notice. You just keep moaning as it extends a pair of pseudopods around your middle and joins them together like a belt, using that to pull you in deeper and deeper, the cloth starting to obscure the view of you, and then finally pulling you inside, closing up around you and leaving you cocooned inside of it. All you care about is that now it can stuff another cock down your throat, your moans muffled by the thick length of cloth-wrapped cotton stuffed down it while your pussy and ass are both fucked just as deep and continually, and your whole body is massaged and kneaded and teased nonstop. And this time, there's no sign that it's going to let up after a few hours.\n\nEver find a chair so comfy you just didn't want to get out of it...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGRogue11xEnd]]

"Wait, wait," you gasp, grabbing her wrists. You see a shocked and hurt expression pass over her face, and you quickly shake your head trying to allay it. "Just, don't you think we maybe need... maybe we should use a... just in case?"\n\nHer expression goes to blank, then clears with realization before she snickers. "Jace, c'mon. I promise, lycanthropy's not a sexually transmitted disease. The only way we make more werewolves that way is by..." She trails off, a blush actually coloring her cheeks.\n\n"Um. Yeah." You feel yourself blushing too, despite the amount of blood needed elsewhere.\n\n"Well, I mean, conception's not that easy between humans and werewolves, we've got slightly different DNA, it's sort of like tigers and lions..."\n\n"Not to belabor the point, Lana, but one word: ligers."\n\nHer brow furrows, then she pulls a rather cute face. She scrambles off of your lap and over to her discarded pants, grabbing them and shoving her feet into them, starting to yank them on. "I'll be right back!"\n\n"I could go get-"\n\n"No! I'm a faster runner! I'll be right back!" She pauses with the pants halfway up her ass, and points at you. "You! On the bed! Naked! Before I get back!" Then she rushes out the door, trying to zip up as she goes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. You heard the lady.|JaceWar1x13]]

You lightly knock on the doorframe to announce yourself, noticing your mother jolt just the tiniest bit in surprise as you nudge the door further open. She's in her bra, but then again you're in just a t-shirt and panties... the two of you have never been particularly shy about that when it's just you at home. "Oh, Cyan, I wasn't sure you were at home," she says as she begins carefully folding up the blouse.\n\n"Yeah, I was just messing about bored," you answer, leaning your shoulder against the doorframe. "You're home early, anything up?"\n\nShe pauses, as if considering something briefly, then sets the blouse down and turns to you. "Well, I needed to go see someone. A friend of mine. I came home to change my clothes. Actually, they'd asked to meet you too, sometime, and I think today's as good a day as any." She gives you a smile and says, "Why don't you get cleaned up and dressed? The drive's not too far."\n\nYou blink at that, but as said you <i>were</i> bored, and refusing reasonable parental requests is not generally a good way to get things you want to do in the future approved. Deciding to hold off any further questions until later, you shrug and say "Sure." Heading back to your bedroom, you strip off your panties and shirt before stepping into the shower. You do your best to make sure and get properly clean rather than doing the quick rinse-and-shampoo you tend towards when you've got better things to do (like raids), and actually blowdry and spend some time on your hair once you get out, drying off as you do. Doing a few mild touches of makeup (in your usual lightly goth style), you head back out and, since it wasn't specified that this was fancy or anything, settle for a clean and unwrinkled pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt with a blue skull logo on it. Hauling on your (nicer) boots, you tromp out and down the stairs, finding your mother already waiting for you, dressed a little nicer than her usual style... or maybe just sexier, with a slightly short, tighter skirt, visible garter belt straps clipped to her stockings, and a very tight blouse that you're not entirely sure she's wearing a bra under.\n\n"Ready to go?" she asks, jingling the keys.\n\nYou're getting more and more curious, but nod and follow her out to the car. Once you're buckled in she pulls out and sets off, heading for the highway. "My friend's actually been nudging me to bring you along for awhile now," she admits.\n\nYou laugh a little at that. "So who is this person? Your..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... spy ring leader?"|GGSpyStart]]\n\n[["... boyfriend?"|GGParent7x1]]\n\n[["... secret love child?"|GGParent5x2]]

"Let's decide on what to do tomorrow," you suggest. It seems the safest idea, or at least pushing any danger Kevin might get the two of you in back by at least twelve hours.\n\n"I've got this [[great idea to make money|QOKevSchemeStart]]," Kevin immediately says. Grinning, he reaches over under his bed and hauls out a pair of slightly mismatched Scout uniforms. "I was digging around in some of my brother's old stuff and found these. We put 'em on and go around selling candy bars for a huge markup for some cause we made up!"\n\nYou shake your head a bit. You're pretty sure Kevin gets an allowance bigger than some adults' paychecks, but he's still obsessed with get-rich-quick schemes. Maybe he just thinks they're fun or something. "Sounds like we could get in trouble."\n\n"Well what's your idea, then?"\n\nStruggling to think of something, you try to coolly offer, "We could [[go to the pool|QOKevPlaceholder]]."\n\n"Ah man, that's lame. We've got a pool here, why go to the public one? It'd be better to [[go to the lake|QOKevPlaceholder]]!"\n\n"How's that better?" you ask, frowning.\n\n"Duh, the lake's a lot more fun. Tons of kids our age and older will be there... that means girls in bikinis, man!"\n\nYou have to admit, that is a compelling argument, though it makes your social anxiety twinge a bit. "I dunno, maybe we should just [[hang out here|QOKevPlaceholder]]. Or go [[exploring in the woods|QOKevWoodsStart]]."\n\n"Man, the idea is to <i>not</i> waste our time! I mean... I guess there's stuff to do here," says the kid with more stuff to do than a stick can be shaken at at any one time. "But I'm pretty sure we've 'explored' the woods behind the house to death. Though I guess we could always try to go a bit deeper or something. Man, I dunno," he huffs, flopping out on his back. "We could at least [[go downtown|QOKevPlaceholder]]. But I'm tired of thinking about it, you pick."\n\nThat gives you pause. Kev's as good as his word, so if you pick something he'll commit to doing it... but he's also fair. That means that if you choose something he proposed, he'll remember it later and probably pick something you'd like for the day after. So picking something he wants to do will earn you some good friend points... but the chance for getting in trouble or getting embarrassed (or at the least having to rely heavily on him) will be pretty high. What to do...?

"I mean... yeah, ditto," you answer, managing a bit of a smile as you take her hand and shake it. You're not even really sure which of you turns the handshake into a somewhat awkward hug, but once it's happening you can feel Tsubasa settling her arms around you and holding you tightly. Maybe it makes your heart grow at least half a size or something, but you relax a little too and squeeze her back before the two of you step back, Tsubasa grinning and letting her hands linger on your shoulders for a moment.\n\nYour mother, looking immensely relieved, says, "Why don't the three of us go out for lunch? That really good pizza place is near here, right?"\n\n"Yeah, let's!" Tsubasa says, eyes lighting up. Then she pauses, glancing at you. "I mean, does that sound good to you?"\n\n"Sounds fine to me." As the three of you head out into the hall, you decide to venture, "I've heard they put a lot of different stuff on pizza in Japan, like corn and stuff."\n\nTsubasa laughs some. "Well not all the time, but yeah there's definitely toppings that don't seem to be standard over here, plus this place does real New York Style which is pretty different too!"\n\nAnd like that, the ice is broken and you find yourself able to chat with Tsubasa. Surprisingly well, actually, as the more you and she talk the more you find yourself connecting with her. It's not like she's really some mirror image of you... while she likes just about all kinds of games, she mostly focuses on mobile games and more story-based stuff as opposed to your preference for MMOs and shooters. She also apparently likes playing actual sports, though not to the point of joining regular teams. Still, as far as your interests in entertainment, those are pretty close, and it takes awhile before you realize that someone's getting left out. "Uh, sorry Mom," you say sheepishly as you dab some pepperoni oil off your lips.\n\n"No, no," she replies with a wide smile. "Don't feel sorry for leaving me out, I'm just... really enjoying seeing you two get along so well. So you just keep talking."\n\nYou nod, taking a moment to muse on how well you have been getting on now that you realize. Honestly it already feels like you've been close friends with Tsubasa for years. As you look over at her and see your own blue eyes looking back with a smile, you start to realize that hey... maybe you really do have a sister. "You wanna go give Galaga a try?" you offer, grinning and hooking a thumb towards the deliberately antiquated arcade area.\n\n"I will <i>kick your ass</i> at Galaga," Tsubasa says with a laugh. "You can go first!"\n\nIt's late in the afternoon as the three of you walk back up the walk towards Tsubasa's dorm. She pauses with her hand on the handle, then turns around and looks at the two of you. "Hey, you know, I'm thinking," she says slowly. "My roommate isn't going to get here until like two days before the semester starts. If you wanted, Cyan, you could... you could stay over?" she continues, tilting her head towards the door some. "I mean, there's lots to do around here, and the dorm has a really great internet connection, especially since practically no one's using it right now."\n\n"I could pack you up some clothes and bring you your laptop and things in the morning," your mother hurries to add, obviously excited by the idea. "I think it's a great idea, Cyan, the two of you having all that time to get to know each other."\n\nYou blink, a little bit blindsided by this. It's... well, it's not as if you haven't really enjoyed spending this time with Tsubasa, even if you are still easing into the idea that she's your sister. But now you're being asked to sleep over... you're not exactly sure for how long, but the invitation seems to extend to the rest of the summer. On the one hand, you aren't exactly being cut off from all your friends and standard activities, the university is only about twenty minutes away, a half hour in traffic. On the other... are you really ready to go <i>that</i> far in getting to know your new sibling?\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay over.|GGParent5x4]]\n\n[[Go home.|GGParent]]

"I..." You glance between the two of them, then huff a bit and grin. "Yeah, actually, that sounds really cool."\n\nThe smile on Tsubasa's face almost instantly makes it worth it. Geez, you really are getting attached to your sudden sister. Your mom rushing in to hug you tight helps too. You pat her on the back as she draws away. "I'll be here bright and early with your things," she tells you, before she turns to hug Tsubasa tightly too, kissing her cheek. "Thank you," she adds quietly, though you're not sure if she's thanking Tsubasa for making the offer or you for accepting it. Probably both. After a few more goodbyes, she heads back to the car, and you follow Tsubasa upstairs.\n\n"The sheets on the other bed are mine anyway, just seemed weird to have a bare mattress sitting there," Tsubasa says as you follow her back to her room. "Feel free to use pretty much anything, I mean as long as it's not a mess when she turns up it should be fine, and I'm guessing most of my clothes will fit you just fine."\n\n"Yeah, it's pretty amazing, huh?" you note, glancing over at her as you walk over to take a seat on the side of the bed, mostly to have something to do. "I mean, everyone always says how much I look like Mom, I didn't realize it was because her genes apparently beat everyone else's into submission."\n\n"Not all of them," Tsubasa mutters, apparently to herself. You're not sure what she means, but since she immediately swings the TV mounted on her side of the room out, apparently she doesn't want to talk about it. "Let's find something to watch. Should be easy enough from all the stuff we like that's the same."\n\n"Good by me, Tsubasa."\n\nShe pauses in messing with her phone and glances over at you, her smile a little wry. "You know, you don't have to call me 'Tsubasa', we are... well, we are sisters. You could call me 'oneechan'." When you start snickering, she grins and rolls her eyes. "Oh right, you watch anime. Fine, if not 'oneechan', how about 'sis'?"\n\n"Iiiii'll work on it," you reply with a grin and a shake of the head. "We'll figure it out as we go, huh?"\n\n"True. Oh, I haven't seen this one, is it good?"\n\n"Oh we've <i>gotta</i> watch the <i>Tales from the Dark Side</i> movie, yeah!"\n\nThe two of you pass several hours watching cheesy old horror movies that apparently aren't particularly big deals in Japan, talking quietly here and there and occasionally riffing on them. Eventually Tsubasa calls a break to head into the bathroom and take a shower. You flop back onto 'your' bed and spend a while messing with games on your phone, until you hear the shower shut off. Not too long after, Tsubasa comes out, a wide towel that comes almost to her knees wrapped around her middle, hair still damp. As she crosses to her bed to snag a pair of sweatpants, you glance over, noticing something above the top of the towel on her shoulderblades that makes you blink. "Whoa, you have a tattoo?"\n\n"Eh?" Tsubasa glances over, then her cheeks color a little. "Um. Yes."\n\n"Whoa, cool. I thought tattoos in Japan were like, big time no go, like a ton of people think they're just for Yakuza or something," you note as you sit up and lean over towards her.\n\n"Ahaha, y-yeah, they do think that I guess," Tsubasa replies, rubbing the back of her head and edging a bit away with the sweatpants.\n\n<hr>\n[["Lemme see!"|GGParent5x5]]\n\n[["... Wait, did you just agree?"|GGParent6x1]]

"Hey, c'mon, lemme see!" You reach over and grab for the towel, making her yelp and jerk away slightly.\n\n"Hey, Cyan, wai-!" she calls, but since you assume she's just being a little shy, you dive forward to make another grab, this time successfully getting a fistful of cotton.\n\n"Aha!" you call as you yank the towel away. "It's not like it's a big deal, we're both gir-"\n\nThe words sort of die on your tongue as you yank the towel away. Because as Tsubasa whirls to grab for it, you process several things. The first is that the tattoo does indeed cover a fair bit of her back, and is a rather beautiful and elaborate pair of angel wings. The second is that her boobs really are quite a bit bigger than yours, and that her nipples are pierced as well as her bellybutton, a pair of red sphere capped barbells piercing the stiff nubs. The third is the limp but still appreciably long and thick cock shaking with her motions, and the smooth balls that wobble from her motions right up until she claps the towel back over her lap.\n\n"... Uh..." you say, staring at the bunched towel, then slowly look up at her face, which is beet red from her collarbone to her hairline. "Okay, so... sorry?" you offer, still reeling a little. "I mean... it's cool, obviously the hormones are working really well, and like, I'd heard that they did really good breast implants in Japan but those are really..." You trail off, slowly sinking back to sit on the side of the bed again.\n\nTsubasa sighs heavily, similarly sitting down on her own bed facing you, keeping the towel bunched in her lap. "I appreciate the thought, seriously, but they're real. It's all... real. I was born this way."\n\n"Oh. Um." You look her up and down. Admittedly her boobs do look kind of... perfect, but otherwise there's absolutely zero scarring that you can see. And from what you remember just from that glimpse, there wasn't exactly... shrinkage. "Oh. I mean... huh."\n\nTsubasa rubs her face a bit, then reaches over to snag her shirt and pull it back on, tugging it into place, though without anything under it her nipples and their piercings leave an obvious outline in the fabric. "My mother... I mean, my father... is like this too. So is my grandmother. Though I was apparently a little different anyway, but it's... a long story."\n\nThat takes a few moments to process, but when it does your eyes widen. "Wait, so you're saying that my... our... mom's childhood friend that she had the later fling with was...?"\n\n"A 'futanari', yeah." Tsubasa shrugs. "I mean... I figured with all the time we'd have over the next two months I'd find a time to tell you, preferably sooner rather than later, just wasn't quite expecting the first night." She laughs a little. "Naive maybe? But yeah, I mean... I think of myself as a girl, I just happen to be a girl with all the girl parts and some extra. Are you... are you freaked out?"\n\n<hr>\n[["I'll be fine."|GGParent]]\n\n[["... Can I see it?"|GGParent]]

The door swings open, the Master sighing a bit as he walks in, running a gloved hand up his black-skinned face and tucking a hank of white hair behind one long, pointed ear. "Well that whole thing was a bust," he mutters as he drops his bag by the door. "I need a stay-cation, no matter how little there is to do around here."\n\nHaving heard the door, you quickly bustle out and into the living area. "Master! You're, like, home and stuff!" You are of course wearing your maid uniform, the top of which barely covers the lower half of your huge tits, and the skirt of which doesn't entirely cover the little white panties with a black bow on the front. Your high heels click a bit on the stone floor before you step onto the carpet, stocking-clad legs lifting high to avoid tripping. You may be just a silly goof, but you know how to get around the house! "I've been keeping the place, like, super clean for you, and the hot tub is all ready and junk!"\n\n"Oh?" He blinks, staring at you for several long moments, before his lips curl up in a smug grin. "Have you, now?"\n\n"Uh-huh! Like, I'll make you dinner and stuff while you're relaxing!" Then you put your fingertips to your full, pink-painted lips. "Oh gosh! But I bet you're all pent up and junk from, like, being on the road! I'm sorry, Master!" You immediately fall to your knees in front of him and brush his robes aside, pulling open his pants and fishing out the dark black length of his cock. Cooing adoringly, you rub your cheek against it before slipping your lips over the head, slurping with your tongue.\n\n"Mmf." The Master puts his hand on your head, but doesn't push you down just yet, letting you wet the tip of his cock before leaning in, nuzzling at his balls. "Well, that's alright, pet. You are very stupid, after all."\n\nYou giggle at that, looking up at him worshipfully. "Like, totally!" Then you slide your mouth over his cockhead again, this time continuing on until you've taken all twelve inches of him up to the root, his balls against your chin and your lips around the base of his shaft. Gag reflex? Like, what's that?\n\n"Hnnnh." The Master lets out a soft hiss, then grabs both sides of your head and starts thrusting his hips, going from placidly letting you work to fucking your mouth just like that. You moan happily around his girth, feeling him stretching your throat every time he thrusts in. "And you are only good for looking after the house and being my cumdump, in truth!"\n\n"Mm-hmmm!" you agree, the noise obviously stimulating his cock buried in your throat, from the way he moans.\n\n"You're just a stupid! Worthless! Surface elf! Bimbo!" he almost snarls, thrusting forward hard with each word, until he keeps shoved in deep and lets loose a long groan. The mixture of all those wonderful compliments and feeling his cock throbbing and shaking in your throat as he uses you to dump his load in sets you off as well, and with a squeal muffled by his prick you cream your cute little panties, trembling in place on your knees. The master pants for a moment as he finishes, looking down at you and then giving a breathless chuckle. "Half-elf. Whatever." He slides his gradually softening cock out of your mouth and wipes it on your face a few times. "Alright, slave, I'm going to go take that soak now. Get to work on dinner, and make it good, or you won't get a spanking tonight."\n\n"Oh gosh! Like, I'll try extra hard, Master!" you promise, wiggling in anticipation of more abuse as he hitches up his pants and walks off.\n\nHe's so good to you. ♥\n\n<b>Gamer Girl Rogue</b> end - <i>Like, maid service, and junk</i>

You'll just duck into the antique store for a minute. Maybe they have post cards or some little bits of local jewelry you can snag as a personal momento of your daring night excursion! Heh.\n\nYou push open the door and step into an interior best described as 'organized clutter'. Things seem to have been set down or placed based mostly on whether there was room there and a clear path was left to wander through the rest of the shop if it was put there. It looks like mostly furniture and bits of art and paintings, though... just from a few steps in you don't see anything small and souvenir-like. You're actually about to turn and leave, starting to worry that you'll be caught, when a woman's voice calls from further in, "Come all the way in and say hello, why don't you?"\n\nWell. It would be rude to just walk away after hearing that. So you pad on further into the shop and closer to the source of the light. An antique floor lamp is on behind an old oak desk, behind which sits a dark-skinned woman with long, straight brown hair done in three braids. She looks around your mother's age, maybe a bit older, and is wearing a tight black t-shirt and you think a skirt, though you can't quite see from here. She smiles at you, red(?!) eyes glittering a bit. "Don't get many visitors period, much less young ladies in cheerleader outfits," she says, voice low and smooth and carrying just the faintest hint of some accent you can't place. "What brings you by?"\n\n"Ah, well, my team is just stopping in town for the night on our way to a competition," you explain, not seeing the harm in that. Besides, you do like to brag on your girls. "It's a big competition and it's a pretty huge deal, I guess I was hoping I might find something for a souvenir of the trip."\n\n"Oho, I see, I see." She gives a nod, grinning even more broadly. "Well that's sweet darling. Here, I have a few things that would be just perfect for a girl like you." She leans to the side and opens one of the drawers of the desk, pulling out a small stack of objects and setting them on the desktop, then laying them out in a row. "Now, here we have a [[hair bangle|CheercubusStart]]," she suggests, lifting a little silver... well, it's a skull. It's sort of a cute skull, obviously stylized and meant to be a bit adorable, but probably a little goth for your look. "This has been passed down among my people for some time, it's very good for channeling energy into your spirit. I also have this [[wish journal|CheerMotel]]," she continues, lightly touching the cover of the small, gold-edged, leather-covered book. "Just write what you want to happen and watch it come true. And then there's the [[leadership ring|CheerMotel]]," she adds, indicating a small silver ring with two spherical stones in it, a deep blue one and a pale red one. "Whenever you feel even the slightest bit wanting, you just rub one of the stones and feel your charisma grow."\n\nAll of that seems a little hokey, but still, they might make good conversation pieces. Smiling politely, you ask, "So how much are they?"\n\n"Oh, you can have one. Just pick which one you like and have it as a present," the woman says, making you blink in shock. "You seem like just the sort of young girl I'd want to have one of these, so please take one with my compliments."\n\n"But I couldn't!"\n\n"I insist. Go on, pick one."

You sigh happily as you lay on your stomach in bed, your cheek resting on your folded arms. Your long, girlishly soft hair drifts along your cheeks as you dreamily consider the last two years.\n\nAfter your masters taught you what a little ass slut you were, it's been nothing but happiness. Both of them dedicated themselves to stretching out your little bitch-hole with a zeal, and you rewarded them by getting ever more girly and ever more devoted to both of them. Not a day passes where you don't get both of their big fat cocks stuffed up your ass at the same time, though it's been a long time since that actually counted as stretching you.\n\nOne of the first things they did was have Buster Bull fuck you, since his cock was even bigger than theirs. After a few times of his massive blue cock, Herschel pushed in alongside him and, with a bit of clever positioning, Harry did as well, your asshole stretched around all three of them. Toys off the internet, everyday objects, anything to get something bigger and fatter stuffed up your butt. Most of it probably shouldn't even have been possible, or at the least left your pucker a gaping mess... but maybe whatever magic animates the mascots rubbed off on you, but it still looks as perfect and pink, maybe even moreso, than when you arrived. You don't seem to have aged either, still being a slender teenage boy, just a bit more girlish in certain areas than you used to be.\n\nYou lift your head and look at a photo hanging on the wall, one of your happiest memories. In the dead of night but still out in the open, Herschel, Harry, and you all went out to the parking lot, their cocks wobbling in the air, yours dangling limply in front of you. (Ass-sluts don't need hardons, only boys get hardons.) The picture shows them standing on either side of you, cocks angled towards your phase, while you sit halfway down one of the large cement plugs they use to keep cars out of certain areas. You're wearing nothing but a white garter belt and lacy white stockings, your hands raised in dual victory signs, eyes halfway rolled up and an utterly whorish grin of pleasure on your face, tongue poking out. Your flat belly is clearly bulged most of the way up to your chest with the cement rod stuck up it, the thing over half as thick as you are.\n\nYou turn your smile to Harry as he walks up to the side of the bed and tugs your white satin panties down in back. Effortlessly he pushes his fist up your ass and slides it in up to above the elbow, then begins pumping it in and out, making your soft (but still sensitive) dick rub against the sheets. You sigh happily and rest your head back on your arms. Yes, you finally found your purpose in life.\n\n<b>Worldland Mascot</b> end - <i>Harold and Herschel's anal-stretching slut</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[That's my purpose in life? Maybe rewind back to deciding who topped.|HaroldHorse1x3]]\n\n[[Instead, let's go all the way back to deciding which mascot to talk to.|WLMascotsStart]]\n\n[[Let's go alllll the way back to character creation!|CharGenMain]]

Deciding to go walking around a strange town by yourself just to say you did it, you cross the street and head towards the little gathering of buildings. It's not until you're halfway there that you realize you probably should have at least changed out of your cheerleading uniform before you did this, as it kind of overly stands out. But oh well, if you go back now Cassie will almost certainly question you too much, and either your resolve will crumble or you'll have to take her along too. \n\nThough it doesn't exactly look like there's a ton to look at, anyway. A lot of the shops seem to be closed... some permanently, to judge by the interiors or the boards in the windows. This doesn't seem to be the most happening place at any hour of the day, but apparently after dark the sidewalks roll up. Looking around, it seems like only three places are open... the [[convenience store|CheerMotel]], a very rough-looking [[bar|CheerMotel]], and what looks to be some sort of [[antique store|CheerMotel5x2]]. You really wouldn't have expected that, of all things, to be open this late but there's a light on towards the back of it and the flip sign in the window still reads 'Open' in calligraphy.

You fly over the crumbling, abandoned-seeming city, nothing to mark life in the streets save mindlessly-waving tentacles, a red sky with black clouds thundering rainlessly above you. Hearing muffled cries, you smile and duck down to fly closer to one of the buildings, taking in the sight of a small family of humans being violated in their various holes by oviposition tentacles, the full-breasted mother already filled to glowing and twitching as aphrodisiac goo is spurted onto her brain. Ah, a little pack of survivors, increasingly rare these days. You'll have to start figuring out how to begin exporting hatchlings off the planet and to other worlds... wouldn't want your race of little pets to go extinct again just because they ran out of hosts. \n\nTaking properly to the air again, you fly towards where your father is visible in the distance, his four eyes turning to fix on you when you would not even be a speck to most beings. The demon lord Trigon reclines on a throne made of one of the city's landmark buildings, and you dutifully land some distance out to approach on foot, as is respectful. You spare a glance and a smirk as you pass the distended form of your sister, her egg-filled belly and breasts each the size of a car, practically transparent with the sheer amount of glowing eggs they contain. Her eyes are still rolled up in her head, aphrodisiac cum dribbling down the sides of her head and from her nose... after all this time you wonder if there's even much brain left in there for them to affect.\n\nProstrating yourself before your sire's immense form, you lower your forehead to the cracked pavement and call, "Oh my Lord and Father, you have returned to this fallen world as foretold!"\n\n"<b>Indeed</b>," Trigon booms, cheek propped on one huge fist as he looks down at you. "<b>Though this was not the Fall of the world originally foretold, it has still allowed me to rise again. Earth is a wash of pleasured torment, and it is all thanks to you, child.</b>" He slowly smiles, his other hand reaching down and flipping his loincloth aside, baring the massive humanesque member flopped across his thighs. "<b>Now come and claim your reward</b>," he adds as the enormous thing slowly rises up, hardening quickly before your eyes.\n\nMoaning eagerly, you fly upwards and to his lap, straddling his immense red sack, your bare feet pressing into the skin as your own balls rub across its surface, your cock pressing up against the underside of one that's bigger by a considerable margin than you are. You wrap your arms around it as much as you can, pressing your tits to it and rubbing them on its almost scalding-hot surface, moaning and sighing like a whore in ecstasy as you worship at the altar of your demonic father's immense prick.\n\nIt takes several hours of work for a small and insignificant creature such as yourself, but eventually you prove yourself worthy of the merest amount of Trigon's affections as he gives a loud grunt, the underside of his cock swelling noticeably before the tip begins fountaining with more cum than you ever imagined existed. It pours down over you, covering your body completely and just continuing to do so, submerging you in it as you're coated again and again, your body twitching and bucking with the intense pleasure of the demonic energy infusing it, your own cock adding its relatively miniscule gallon or so of jizz to the stuff covering you.\n\n"<b>Enjoy this infusion, child</b>," Trigon booms, the tone in his voice almost improving. "<b>A few million more like it, and you may be worthy to sit on a throne beside me</b>."\n\nTruly, no daughter has ever been beloved by a father as you are.\n\n<b>Rook</b> end - <i>Daddy's protege</i>

You adjust quickly to your new life as Baal's personal buttslut. Often in the mornings right after waking up she'll don a strapon (she has quite the collection) and pound away at your ass while you either bury your face in the pillow and mewl like a girl when you're on your knees, or bite your finger with your head turned aside and moan like a girl when you're on your back. Baal delights in playing up how girlish you've become after your assault by the tentacles, especially when she realizes it both humiliates you and turns you on. She dresses you in cute little tops, skirts, and thigh-high stockings, or occasionally has you do cosplay. Once she tries putting a pair of kitty ears on you, and after you whine pitiably in embarrassment and cum more often than you ever have in a night with her, she declares they're now a mandatory part of your wardrobe.\n\nWhenever you meet other people, Baal introduces you as "Cissie"... of course, you both know what she <i>really</i> means. Every so often she'll take you out to meet a guy, and you'll wind up bent over, your cute little panties pulled down just enough for the guy to plow your eager little asshole without ever knowing you're not a girl. (Though every so often Baal sends them some pictures afterwards. She laaaaughs.)\n\nEventually, when she's sure enough of her rituals that she figures she can save you if she gets it wrong, she sets out to recreate the effect that caused the thing that lives in the water tank to fuck you silly. After collecting several large jars of mascot cum, she tries smearing and injecting various amounts of it up your hot, eager asshole as you whimper like a slut. The first several tries lead to either it giving you a quick few thrusts and withdrawing or actually trying to make off with you. But the fifth time the two of you discover the right combination of an amount of mascot cum and you squeezing your ass to set it off on raping your whorish little hole. You're left in a drooling mess on the floor, with Baal frigging herself under her panties with one hand and holding a camera with the other.\n\nMore experiments are done... in the name of gathering knowledge, of course. Baal doesn't have you do it too often, she's noticed that it usually takes at least a week for you to regain your mental faculties after getting tentacle-fucked. Well, as much as you ever regained them after the initial encounter. She even eventually learns to apply some to your mouth so that it will fuck you there, too, giving you the complete hentai schoolgirl experience.\n\nYou feel abjectly humiliated every time Baal sticks a dog dong-shaped purple strapon up your ass, every time she makes you show her what panties you put on this morning, every time she sits with you and watches one of the videos of you getting tentacle raped, and of course every time she lubes up your ass with mascot cum so she can get herself off watching you get fucked brainless by the horror in the water tank.\n\nAnd you love every second of it.\n\n<b>Worldland Mascot</b> end - <i>Baal's tentacle-loving buttslut</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, still, maybe you should have worn your pants.|HaroldHorse9x1]]\n\n[[Hm, still, maybe you should have talked to a different mascot.|WLMascotsStart]]\n\n[[Hm, still, maybe you should have picked a different life path.|CharGenMain]]

"You don't have to if you don't want to," you answer, feeling your cheeks heat a little. "I mean... I don't want to order you to do anything you don't want to, and I guess that means letting you call me what you want."\n\n"Yay! Thanks Master!" Mary squeals, leaping forward and wrapping her arms around you.\n\n"H-hey," you squeak, eyes going wide as you feel her tits pressing against you, and catch sight of them smooshing up out of the leather top as if in danger of popping right out. "M-Mary, maybe not in public?!"\n\n"Eheh, sorry Master," she chirps, thumping her fist against the side of her head and poking her tongue out. Nevertheless she snags your hand, swinging it back and forth energetically as the two of you walk. You're left too blushing and distracted to come up with an explanation by the time you get home, even if this was a situation that could be explained. You have absolutely nothing by the time you walk into the house, and your mother emerges from the kitchen, drying her hands on a dish towel.\n\n"Hello, Jamie dear," she says, smiling brightly. She's got fairly generous, mature proportions herself, though you have to admit that Lucoa may have set a new standard in your mind.\n\n"Er, hey Mom," you answer sheepishly, before lamely gesturing to the tan-skinned girl beside you. "This is Mary."\n\n"Hi!" the succubus calls, waving a hand excitedly. "I live here now!"\n\n"That's nice," your mother says cheerfully. "Dinner will be around five-thirty," she adds before turning and heading back into the kitchen.\n\nYou just stare after her, then tug on Mary's hand, urging her to follow you upstairs to your room. Once you've released her hand and closed the door, you turn towards her. "Uh... what the heck was that?"\n\n"It was tooootally a spell!" Mary answers with a giggle, waggling a finger in the air. "It's a super easy one too! See people totally want to believe everything is normal and fine all the time," she continues, making little gestures with her hands as she speaks. "Because if everything's not normal and fine they've gotta deal with it, yanno? So basically I just broadcast this aura like 'I am normal!' and people <i>want</i> to believe it so they look at me and go 'yup this totally hot and sexy girl in her tiny little leather underwear is absolutely normal and should be here'." She pauses, then glances down at herself. "Oh right. Master, can I use the internet and stuff? I want to look at outfits!" \n\n"Yeah, sure," you answer with a blink... then blush and whirl around as she starts pushing down the leather panties. "W-wha-"\n\n"Well won't need <i>these</i> anymore, yanno!" she says cheerfully enough as you hear the sound of several other things hitting the floor, then the creak of your chair. You chance a glance, and yup... blonde, tan, naked girl sitting in your computer chair browsing the internet. "Ooo, these look nice!"\n\n"I'm, um... I'm gonna go downstairs and watch TV," you say, getting up and heading for the door.\n\n"Have fun, Master," Mary answers rather distractedly. \n\nYou head downstairs and start channel surfing, still sort of waiting for your mother to come out and ask what the heck was up with the half-naked girl you brought home. But even when your father comes home she doesn't say anything. Indeed, when dinner time comes she steps over to the stairs and calls, "Mary, dinner!"\n\n"Coming!" is the cheerful reply. A moment later Mary comes padding energetically down the stairs, wearing a red pleated skirt and a white silk blouse with the top few buttons undone. She hurries over towards you, grinning brightly. "Master! It's just my first effort, but how's it look?"\n\n"It looks-" Your throat tightens as she does a twirl, the skirt flaring up to show a flash of her completely bare brown ass. "-really nice," you finish in almost a squeak.\n\n"Yay!" Mary squeals, clapping her hands lightly.\n\nYour father and mother continue not to comment on Mary's presence throughout dinner, interacting with her as if she'd always been there, passing the mashed potatoes to the pointy-eared girl without a blink. Eventually the two of you head upstairs, and you ask her to wait outside while you change for bed. When you open the door to let her back in, she's wearing a brilliant blue tanktop and a black thong, beaming. You blush, heading back over to the bed and climbing in, tired from the shocks of the day... and going stiff, in more ways than one, as Mary climbs into bed with you and cuddles up against your back, her breasts pressing against you through two layers of cotton. "Er..."\n\n"You said I should do what I want, right?" Mary murmurs in a sleepy tone, actually nuzzling at your hair a little. "I want to sleep with you, Master. In fact, anything's okay," she adds softly, her breath brushing against your ear.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Tell her goodnight.|QOSuc2x6]]

Homura? That name doesn't sound very familiar to you. It sort of does in a vague way but you can't quite remember if it has any connection to Ranma 1/2 or not. Tapping the name to see if it brings up a bigger picture or more information, you instead find yourself being yanked forward and twisted to the side, disoriented by the sudden appearance of sunlight and birdsong as you continue the process your body was in of sitting down.\n\n"WAHA!"\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/8ZwHdsd.jpg>\n\nThe high-pitched and rather cute noise comes out of your mouth as your apparently bare ass comes into contact with the cold metal of the pole. The shock makes you yank your legs back and flail your arms, sending you toppling into a heap to thud on the ground, your ankles still propped up on the pole. You've at least got a semi-decent view of your curvaceous, brown-skinned body clad in a dark school uniform, the skirt flopped up to show... oh, apparently you are wearing underwear. They're red, too, a... fundoshi, is that what it's called?\n\n"Uh... Homura?"\n\nYou blink and lift your head, looking up at a girl with long blonde hair staring down at you in concern. Clustered a bit back are a flat-faced girl with short green hair, what looks like a little girl with long black hair and an eye patch, and an even bustier blonde with shoulder-length hair, all of them wearing either similar uniforms or somewhat dilapidated street clothes. Oh hey, yeah, you kind of recognize these girls now, you've seen them posted around even if you didn't know what they were from... actually you mostly just see people referring to them as "titty ninjas".\n\n"Homura, are you okay? You, ah... you sort of fell over."\n\n"Fine, fine!" You manage to get your feet off of the bar and try to get up, and are a little surprised when you do a little half-flip that has you upright almost instantly (though your boobs jiggling so much when you do is weird). The others are still looking at you curiously though, and you find you're more easily putting together who they are and why they're there and it's all feeling very natural really and-\n\n"So what do we do?"\n\n"Eh?" You blink, then rub the back of your neck sheepishly. "Sorry, Yomi, I spaced out a little. What were you asking?"\n\nYomi sighs, shoulders slumping. "I said, we're in this new area and we're completely out of food, and everyone's threatened to behead me if I make dinner out of grass again. We need some actual food, but there isn't a single pair of coins to rub together between the lot of us."\n\n"We did have two, but Yomi and Mirai got into a fight over who should hold them and one slipped away and fell down the drain," Hikage adds in a flat tone.\n\n"I still say Mirai is small enough that if we'd oiled her up-"\n\n"Oil your head!"\n\n"Mm, still, what should we do, Homura?" Haruka asks, laying a hand along her cheek.\n\n"Ah, well..." You cup your chin, thinking. "I guess we'll have to-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-get jobs."|Homura1x1]]\n\n[["-challenge a dojo."|Homura2x1]]\n\n[["-commit a daring crime."|Homura]]\n\n[["-whore ourselves out."|Homura]]\n\n[["-eat Mirai."|Homura]]

"Now, y'just tell me which of m'friends you'd like ta help with their problem! I'll try ta handle th' rest on m'own. There's m'neighbor <b>Candy</b>, her hubby <b>Buster</b>, m'dear an' only son <b>Harold</b>, and m'girlfriend <b>Elly</b>!"\n\n<i>(You can check out what the problem is and then come back to this page to look at the others. You won't be locked into a choice until you actually decide on a problem to help with.)</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[What's Candy's problem?|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[What's Buster's problem?|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[What's Harold's problem?|HerschelHorse3x1]]\n\n[[What's Elly's problem?|HerschelHorse4x1]]\n\n[[Hey, what about Dr. Frankenclowner?|HerschelHorse5x1]]

That helmet really is just too cool, and finally you give in and admit you want it way too bad. Unhooking the hangar, you carry it over to the counter, absolutely sure you're about to be told the price must have been labeled wrong and you can't have it. Instead you blink as you're told an even lower price than labeled. "Huh?"\n\n"Like I said, there's a sale today," the redhead chirps happily.\n\nFeeling a little weirded, you glance at the receipt, which sure enough says 'Recruitment Drive Sale'. Which seems a weird way to say they want repeat customers, but oh well. Taking your costume and deciding to head home before some manager comes to their senses, you retreat from the mall and through the streets to your room. Once there, you set the helmet on the bed and open the bag. You're left in even more shock as you pull the 'multiblaster' out of the bag... it's just as high quality as the helmet, with multiple LEDs and even a small LCD screen, though nothing's lit up at the moment, probably needs batteries. You expected the suit to, at best, be a printed-pattern spandex affair but it's actually more like molded rubber or plastic or something, with its own LED lights. \n\nAstounding. Who decided this thing wasn't worth at least five times the price? Still, with the incredible luck, you've got to try this thing on right away. Obviously this necessitates getting naked, and your clothes quickly go flying as you practically tear them off in your eagerness to get into the much cooler outfit. You work your feet into the legs of the costume and tug it into place, finding the costume adhering to your legs and making them look as good as a really nice pair of hose... and you have to admit that it does similarly nice things to your ass once you tug it up and into place, having a bit of a 'lift and separate' effect on your asscheeks. Sliding your arms into the gloved sleeves, you pull it around in front, your boobs fitting right into the molded 'cups' for them. you're a little confused about how you close it up, but just try pressing the front flaps together and find that they 'stick', the seam becoming almost invisible. Nice! There's a holster for the blaster on your right thigh, so you slide it into place, then pick it up and pull the helmet on. You take a look in the mirror, admiring the view... ha, you look like Commander Shepard decided to sign up to display that 'Merica was her favorite country on the planet.\n\nThen you blink as the faceplate of the helmet lights up with blinking, moving text, and all the LEDs on the suit and gun flicker to life. What the heck? A calm female voice announces, "New recruit detected. Registering Cadet Ranger Cyan LaChance. Recall protocol initiated. Initiating transport in five seconds."\n\n"What in the everloving fu-" You blink, and suddenly find yourself standing in a round room on a glowing dais, with lots of overdesigned consoles and monitors dotting the floor and walls, and a pair of very strange-looking people standing there looking at you. "-ck?!"\n\n"And a fine and hearty 'ck' of greeting to you, recruit!" the larger of the two booms, stepping forward and striking a pose with his fists on his hips. He's tall and so broad-shouldered that he's almost triangular, even in the suit. He's got a lantern jaw and perfectly-groomed blonde hair, and is in all ways a rather stereotypical heartthrob sort except for the fact that his skin's green. His suit has a lot more stars and glowy stuff on it, as well as a hefty backpack. "Welcome to the Space Ranger ship 'Overwhelming Justice', where you'll begin your career of battling crime across the galaxy!"\n\n"... Uhhhhhh..." is all you can really think to say.\n\n"This idea of random recruitment is definitely turning out to be as brilliant as I said it would be," the other person says flatly from where she's standing behind a console, apparently having been the one working the transporter, teleporter, whatever it is. She looks like someone brought a shadow to three-dimensional life and stuffed it into a suit like yours (minus the helmet, which she doesn't seem to be bothering with). Flat black hair, flat black skin, black eyes (with the only color being thin, glowing pink rings)... even when she speaks, her teeth seem to be ink black, though her tongue is glowing(!) neon pink too. "You are exactly the genius I have always said you are, sir." \n\n"Thank you, Ensign," the green-skinned man acknowledges enthusiastically, despite the bitingly emotionless tone of the woman's delivery. "Still, the initial rating for this one is very high! So don't linger, recruit, get down off the transporter and let's get you working for justice!"\n\n"Wait, time out, could I... I mean, I thought I was buying a costume!" you blurt, your head swimming.\n\n"Should've read the text on the back of the glossy photo in the front of the bag," the inky woman behind the console states blandly. "There's big bright letters saying 'Attention' and then informing you that by putting on the suit and helmet, you're agreeing to enlist in the Space Rangers for a five year term. Which is a totally intelligent thing to do and absolutely isn't going to wind up snaring a bunch of people who just put on what they thought was a neat outfit without thinking about it."\n\n"A contract is a contract, and enforcing contracts is justice!" declares the green-skinned man. "Now, come on, recruit, there's a lot of crime out there piling up while we stand around talking!"\n\n<hr>\n[[O... kay...|GGSR1x1]]\n\n[[What no I want to go home.|GGSR3x1]]

"Ah, well, yeah, we should probably go," you murmur, telling your shoes rather than Tandy directly, as is often your wont with people. "We've got, um, a thing."\n\n"I see. Well, far be it from me to keep you from a thing!" Tandy says with a little giggle. "You two have a fun and flexible day, then!"\n\n'Flexible' seems to be an odd thing to wish someone, but you guess that's a good trait? Anyway, you and Kevin wish Tandy a good day in return before the two of you troop out of the shop, and then start heading for the nearby little public restroom building.\n\n"Can't we go back to your house and change?" you ask with a sigh, hunching your shoulders as you head into the multi-stall, multi-urinal room with Kevin. You have a sense that he's somehow doing something illegal as he actually turns the lock on the door, though you have no clue if it actually is.\n\n"No, dude, the whole point of changing here is so that my parents or Tanya won't see us and start asking questions," Kevin answers, moving to set the box of chocolate bars on the sink counter.\n\nSighing, you nod, and in a hurry to get this over with, grab your shirt and pull it off. It gets stuck around your hand and you wind up yanking a few times until it comes free. As you start to set it on the counter, you notice Kevin staring at you. "... What?" He points rather dramatically at one of your arms, and you look, only to let out a shriek. "WHA?!"\n\nYour arm has... bent. Where it's not really supposed to bend, specifically in the middle of the forearm. Some of your fingers have twisted in rather unnatural ways too. With the lack of pain, though, your first sensation is somehow to flail your arm, as if working out the kinks in a bit of cloth. The crazy thing is, it works. Your motions cause your bent forearm to sproing back into place, your fingers realigning as well. Both you and Kevin stare at your arm as it wobbles a little, making an actual audible sound a bit like a jello commercial before it finally goes still.\n\n"... Uh... dude, are you alright?" Kevin asks, reaching over to poke at your arm.\n\n"I mean... it doesn't hurt or anything," you admit, at the moment too shocked to freak out further. "I guess it kinda felt like a bit of pressure but... hey!" you squeak as he squeezes your arm... and it compacts considerably more than it ought to between his fingers. When he releases, it maintains the impression of his hand for a second before you flex your arm, and it springs back to its usual shape.\n\n"That's wild," Kevin murmurs in awe... then raises one of his own hands to stare at it. He takes hold of one of his fingers, then slowly bends it backwards... and further, and further, until it's laying across the back of his hand. Then he shakes his hand slightly, grinning broadly as it flips back into place with a soft 'sproing'. "Dude, it must be some kind of reaction to that taffy we ate!"\n\n"W-we should see a doctor or something," you stammer, squirming in place.\n\n"Why? It's not like it hurts or anything," Kevin comments, twisting his shoulders slowly... and giving a soft 'whoa' as his back bends further and further, until he's almost backwards. He lets himself spring back into position. "It's like this on our whole bodies! ... Whoa, hey..."\n\n"What now?!"\n\n"I mean... you could probably suck your own dick like this," Kevin muses aloud, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.\n\n<hr>\n[[... probably...|QOKevScheme]]\n\n[[What no!|QOKevScheme8x3]]

Superhero outfits are always a good go-to, and there's usually enough of them that they're not too expensive. You start looking through the labeled rack, noting that most of the costumes are in hangar bags of various sizes, though one or two have bits of the costume outside of the bag as well. Some of them are knockoffs, others are canon characters, though you notice that most of them seem to be about the same price (and relatively cheap, too, which is interesting... but then, it's sort of the off-season for costumes, isn't it?).\n\nThe first one you notice is a [[Supergirl|GGMCE]] costume. Specifically the 'classic' version, with the long-sleeved blue shirt and red skirt. The part that's clipped outside of the bag is the boots, and those actually look like they're surprisingly good quality for a cheap in-a-bag costume. Kind of gives you hope for what you might find in any of the sets.\n\nAnother is labeled '[[Space Ranger|GGMCE7x2]]', and features a rather patriotically-themed bodysuit, gun, and helmet. The helmet's outside of the bag, and just from a look at it you'd kind of be willing to pay the price just for that thing because it's pretty cool, intricately-molded and well painted plastic with a clear 'dome' faceport. Kinda looks like a Knight Saber, really. Or a cross between a Knight Saber and Iron Patriot.\n\nThere's a '[[Vampire Hunter|GGMCE]]' costume too, and again you're kind of tempted to get it just because of what's outside the bag. Is that long coat real leather?! It looks like it, feels like it, even kind of smells like it. It can't be for the price on the bag, though, that's just insane!\n\nOne bag has a costume called '[[Miss Thang|GGMCE10x1]]' on the front, and really just looks like a very skimpy bikini bottom and muscle top. You wonder if it comes with muscle padding or if you have to provide your own? Heh. Still, if it's the quality level of the other stuff you're seeing, the panties and top are probably worth the price tag. The model's also painted icy blue, so maybe it comes with a thing of bodypaint or color spray.\n\nThe last costume that really catches your attention is an [[Incredibles bodysuit|GGMCE]]. It just has the bodysuit, gloves, boots, and mask, so you guess it's up to you to decide whether you'd be Helen or Violet.\n\nOr, you know, you could always dip into your birthday money a bit and [[buy them all|GGMCE]]...

"Um, maybe in a few minutes?" You reply worriedly. "I think I better go see what's bothering Maya, she's seemed sort of weird all week."\n\n"Oh. Yeah, okay, that's understandable." It's probably just your imagination, but Morrigan actually seems a little disappointed. But she's breezy enough as she continues, "Hunt me down when you get back, I hope it's nothing big and Maya feels better."\n\n"Thanks." You hurry off in the direction Maya went, ducking around the corner and making your way through a few rooms, craning your neck trying to spot her in the crowd of mostly black-clad murmuring teenagers. Having no luck, you pause in front of the kitchen door and its hand-lettered 'Keep out, please' sign amidst the Halloween decorations. But since you doubt she went upstairs, you steel yourself and push through into the non-decorated room, immediately feeling foolish when Maya's not there. But you quickly spot the door to the back yard and hurry over, peeking out. There's a little garden sitting area, a nicely-sized pool glowing blue-green from its lights, and a fenced-off kennel area housing a drowsy-looking German Shepherd. (Boy he must be super laid-back, to not be barking with all the activity in the house.) You spot Maya sitting at the edge of the pool, her boots resting beside her, and hurriedly open the door.\n\nShe turns her head as the sound of the sliding door reaches her, then sighs a little. "Hey, Jamie," she acknowledges, sounding not terribly thrilled as you walk over. She's got her feet dangling in the pool, tights soaked and glossy up to the knee as she kicks lightly back and forth, causing little ripples. \n\n"Um... did I... do something wrong?" you ask after a moment, uncertain of what to do.\n\nMaya's quiet for a few seconds, before huffing back "Not really" in such an annoyed tone that it's clear she thinks you have, for whatever reason.\n\nThe desire to flee the potential conflict is strong, but it is Maya, after all... one of your few real friends and certainly your oldest one. Nervously, you settle down onto the slightly damp cement beside her, folding your legs. "Ah... what's up then?" you prompt, unable to think of anything more insightful.\n\n"..." Maya stares down at the surface of the water, at the slightly distorted image of her legs slowly kicking through it. When she finally answers, it's without looking up, and you don't quite see how it's an answer. "I've been trying to get you to come to parties like this for years, y'know. In fact I invite you to this party every year."\n\n"Well, yeah," you agree, squirming in place some. "But you also said that there'd be a ton of people here, and the last few years you even told me they'd probably be smoking pot, so..."\n\n"And none of that's changed, but here you are." She looks over at you, frowning. "In fact, I heard you had something to do with there even being pot here at all this year, what the hell's up with that?"\n\nShrinking in on yourself a little, you force a wan smile. "Er... it's a really long story. But, um, basically it was wiping out a favor someone owed me that I didn't really want owed me in the first place, and it turned out I could do Morrigan a favor, so..."\n\n"Yeah. I ask you to this party for years and you shoot me down because you don't want to be around a ton of people or pot. Then Morrigan asks you, and you not only show up promptly, you bring the pot." Her blue eyes narrow at you, and you're not sure if she actually looks angry or if it's just the skull facepaint making you think she does. "So, what, do you like her or something?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Um, uh, er, uh, um...|QOGothHW]]\n\n[[No?|QOGothHW]]\n\n[[... Maybe?|QOGothHW]]

And so begins your life as a tagalong headmate to a farm dog.\n\nNo attempts to exert control, 'talk' to your own body, or anything else ever yield any results. You're purely along for the ride as your canine body operates on instinct and apparently imbued training, obediently helping herd cattle or sheep, sniff out and kill invasive pests, and of course operate as Rakell's occasional sex toy.\n\nOf course, she's not the only one you fuck... once or twice one of her Dogerian girls asks for a turn, and a few other farmhands (both male and female) urge you into their own clandestine rendevous, out in the woods or some far-flung field somewhere, jeans or work pants around their knees, moaning as you pound your thick canine cock into them. But your body operates on a dog's instinct as well, and has absolutely no problems mounting female dogs in heat, plunging yourself into their puffed up, heat-radiating canine cunts, knotting and turning ass-to-ass with them as you try to knock them up with puppies. In fact, apparently your body isn't terribly discriminating... anything that's even vaguely the right size and goes into heat is a target, and more than a few times you find yourself wrapping your forelimb around the fluffy wool-covered sides of a ewe and thrusting your puppy prick into her swollen black snatch.\n\nAs the years go on, gradually you stop bothering trying to exert any sort of control, and just accept your fate. From there it's a slow, gradual slide to thinking less and less. You stop bothering to mentally assert that your name is Cyan when you're called by 'Boy', and after that it's not too long before you forget what your name even was. People call you 'Boy' and your tail starts wagging and you hop up to rush over to them, your name must be 'Boy'. And from there, bit by bit, more thoughts slip away, replaced by simple acceptance of your body's movements and instincts.\n\nSomewhere in the barking, and herding, and fucking, gradually the human named Cyan fades away and disappears, replaced inside as well as out by the nameless black-furred farmdog everyone just calls 'Boy'.\n\n<b>Ag Sector 99</b> End - <i>Here boy!</i>

Eh, a little posing doesn't seem like a big deal, since she has been pretty nice and all. Besides, she's right about one thing, she's already seen everything of you there is to see. You turn your side a bit towards her, one arm still across your chest, the other on your hip as you lift one leg up. "How's this?"\n\n"Very nice, dear, but I was thinking something a little more specific." Errana chuckles, leaning on the edge of the pool, big breasts almost resting on the concrete. "Here, face me, lean forward and put your hands on your hips, and give me a smile."\n\nYou look at her suspiciously for a moment, then shrug. If you were gonna do that pose facing <i>away</i> from her, it might be too much, but what the heck. You turn to face her and spread your legs some for balance, then lean forward until you can put your hands on your knees. It leaves your ass nice and high in the air, lifted at quite the attractive angle, and your B-cups jutting down below you, probably looking as big as they're likely to look in any pose you do. Guess she knew what she was doing, huh? Still, you lift your head and give her a smile, and what the hell, you throw a little sexy into the smile while you're at it.\n\n"Perfect!" Errana chirps happily, snapping her fingers.\n\nYou start to straighten up... or at least, that's what you intend to do. What you actually do is nothing, your body not so much as twitching in reaction to your attempt to move. "What the-" And again, that's what you mean to say, but your lips and tongue don't move, nothing but a faintly grunted noise coming from low in your throat. You watch as Errana wades out of the pool and up the steps, sauntering over to you with water streaming off her skin.\n\n"Yes, that really is excellent," she muses as she makes a slow circuit around you, while you begin to panic internally at your complete inability to move. "Now, as to material... I think something nice and smooth to keep the texture of that nice skin intact. Marble... and since you're named after a color of blue... Sodalite, I think, yes, that ought to be quite lovely," she coos, snapping her fingers twice in quick succession. The first time, a mirror appears in front of you, letting you see yourself in your bent-over pose, alluring smile frozen in place. The second starts a ripple of shades of blue that begins at the tips of your toes and starts moving back along your feet.\n\nYou can feel your toes, then feet, then ankles grow cold, terror gripping you as you watch them, and then your legs, beginning to turn to Sodalite Marble. Once the color reaches your knees, it begins spreading to your hands as well, the cold, heavy feeling it brings with it sliding up your arms, as if you were steadily sinking into cement or something. And still you can do nothing but make low, pleading noises in your throat, even as your hips are covered, your smooth pussylips turning smoother still as they become shaped and buffed blue marble. Even your noises of dismay are silenced as the stone moves from your shoulders up your neck, throat becoming made of solid stone. Your perky tits and your face are both engulfed at roughly the same time, the last of your pale skin transformed into dappled blue rock. You can still see, even though your eyes have become stone the same color as the rest of your apparently carved face, and watch Errana do another circle of you as she looks approvingly.\n\n"Quite gorgeous," she murmurs appreciatively, running a hand down your smooth stone back, her skin feeling amazingly hot on your cold surface. As she moves behind you, you watch in the mirror as her skin turns red, horns growing from the side of her head and a tail and wings appearing behind her. She runs black-taloned hands up and down along the smooth stone curves of your ass, sharp tips making a light *skrtch* noise as they dance lightly along the solid surface. Smiling wide enough to show sharp teeth, she steps closer, rubbing the length of the fat red cock she's grown along your stone thighs, before settling it at your entrance and pushing forward.\n\nDespite being made of marble now, your pussy spreads open around her cock, an intense feeling of pleasure radiating out from there through your solid stone body. Unlike a flesh and blood pussy, however, yours doesn't mold to the shape of her cock, simply spreading open, forming a smooth, uniform tunnel the width of the widest part of her dick as she slides fully inside. Errana coos and moans happily once she's slid all the way in, then starts working her hips lightly, fucking your marble cunt with her throbbing, hot prick, her hands sliding luxuriously over the smooth stone of your back and ass, even leaning forward until her tits pillow against your back so she can toy with your literally pebble-stiff nipples.\n\nYou feel yourself coming closer and closer to a climax, her pumping prick forcing you helplessly towards cumming... and then stopping just on the edge. You know you should be trembling as you hover right at the cusp of an orgasm, held right there, but unable to go over. Even as Errana grips your solid stone hips and picks up speed, and then finally lets loose with a torrent of hot cum that immediately floods and overflows the smooth marble tunnel of your cunt, you're still just right there. What's worse, even as she pulls out, cum pooled at the bottom of the tube that is your pussy, dribbling down over the blue stone of your delicately carved clit and smooth rock thighs, not only are you still being held there, but you still feel as if your pussy is stretched out, and you're <i>still</i> on the very edge of orgasm. It's like you're being constantly fucked to the point of climax but never getting there, and you can't do anything about it but look straight ahead with that set in stone sexy smile on your face.\n\n"The finest piece in my collection yet," Errana purrs, stroking her hands up and down your marble ass. "I look forward to enjoying the sight... and feel... of you for many thousands of years to come, my dear. And if I ever get bored of you... well, you'll make very pretty gravel for a firepit."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGDog7xEnd]]

You groan some as you come to, feeling weight all over your body and something unpleasantly warm and squishy against your face. You try to push yourself up and yelp as you fling yourself roughly onto your back with a clamor of metal. Blinking, you look down at yourself... yup, you're wearing armor. In fact, you're wearing kinda-sorta familiar armor, one with a lot of layered parts along the shoulders and arms, but leaving your midriff bare except for some dangling, uneven chainmail descending from the (very curved) breastplate. Leather pants with iron plates over the lower halves, and a scalemail loincloth, check... that is an amazing, uh, recreation of your Elder Tale fighter's dex-based and rather fanservicey armor. Except that's not your six-pack abs showing beneath the (slightly cold) rings of chainmail... and yet, they flex when you try to get up.\n\nIt takes a few tries, since you're considerably taller and more powerful now, apparently... being stronger wouldn't be such a problem, you'd think, except that you keep using way too much force to do things. Once you're on your feet, you try to take a step and wind up almost launching into a run just from that. You lean against a mossy stone wall, just taking a few moments to get used to things, then finally take a look around. It... looks like Deviville. These are buildings you've seen almost every day for your whole life, but now most of them are abandoned and gutted, overgrown with moss and vines, windows cracked or gone completely. You bring your hand up to brush it through your hair, and feel your gloved fingers go through considerably more thick blue hair than you remember having, and bump over the slight rises on your ears.\n\n"I'm in Elder Tale," you murmur under your breath, half in awe and half in fear.\n\nCarefully walking down the street, you start spotting a handful of other people in fantasy MMO garb, many of them simply sitting and staring at their own bodies, some staggering about like you were earlier. You notice, though, that one is poking at the air in front of himself purposefully. Experimentally, you poke the air in front of you as well, and suddenly you've got an HUD in front of you, showing your image... well, it looks mostly like you, except for being a Half-Elf (er, Half-Alv) with different hair... and a bunch of other stuff like menu buttons. Spotting 'Log Off', you hit it without expecting much, and aren't surprised when a little 'No' symbol flashes by it. If that worked, the other guy would probably be gone by now.\n\n"Okay, I'm in Elder Tale," you say to yourself quietly again, settling down on a rock carefully. You try to go over what you know, damning yourself a bit for never paying closer attention to the lore. But maybe that's not what you need now anyway. Basics, basics. This character is your main, and you're level seventy... twenty under the cap. You're in what's called 'Devle', the in-game(?) version of Deviville, which is classified as a 'Rest Town' by game standards... it has an inn, some vendors, a Cathedral you can pray at so that you resurrect there instead of at the last city you visited (assuming that still happens), and a bank. It basically has just enough to let it function as a place to run quests out of without having all the amenities of one of the cities.\n\nYou frown as you continue thinking. Elder Tale uses something called the 'Half Gaia Project', you know that... basically the world is half as big as the real thing. While cities and towns and such are usually about the same size, there's roughly half as much empty space between them. Game characters still move much faster than in real life, obviously, which is why Arachne thought she could run from where the Fairy Gate dropped her to Devle in just minutes instead of hours or days, but that no longer seems to be true, judging by the (admittedly lengthened) speed of your own steps.\n\nThat makes you sit up straight. That's right, Arachne. If she got pulled into this too (and a quick check of your Friends List shows her online, so it seems likely), she's now in the middle of a zone where the enemies are aggressive and attack no matter what. Probably not much of an issue for her in the game... but in this situation, who knows what might happen? Besides, without a horse, it could go back to taking her hours or days to try and get here.\n\nYou chew your lower lip worriedly. On the other hand... you've suddenly been dumped into the world of an MMO, which seems very, very real. It's pretty likely you could actually die out there. Maybe it would be better to play it safe and stay put, focus on hunkering down and surviving.\n\n<hr>\n[[Save Arachne.|GGET1x2]]\n\n[[Protect yourself.|GGET5x1]]

"... We just want our normal lives back," you say after a moment, sighing.\n\n"Yes. If we have to... agree to your demands to let us be your test subjects, then so be it," your mother murmurs, finagling her cock back into her panties, reminding you that you should do the same.\n\n"Now now, it's not about my 'demands'. Like I told you, the antidote isn't quite ready yet, thus the experimentation." Tandy smirks, flipping her own skirt back into place once the two of you are tucked away. "The demand will come once it's ready, and I'll decide what it is then. Might depend on just how good of a test subject you two have been. Alright, give me a few moments to turn things over to my assistant, then we'll head to my remote lab. Some of these experiments can necessitate some breathing room."\n\nTrading a worried glance with your mother, the two of you nevertheles wait as Tandy gives some instructions to the bland-faced woman who emerges from the back room at a call of "Mandy!" Then she shows you around to the side of the building, to a branded delivery van. "Now, you'd best call your husband and come up with some sort of excuse," the blonde tells your mother as she gestures the two of you into the back like inventory that can load itself. "This isn't going to be a quick afternoon of sipping sugary drinks."\n\n"... Right," your mother murmurs, settling into the corner of the van and pulling out her phone as Tandy closes the doors behind the two of you. You settle down across from her, listening as she spins a yarn about a relative who suddenly became horribly ill and how she's taking you with her to help out. Tandy's already driving along by the time she hangs up, your mother glancing up at the front of the van before leaning forward and whispering, "I don't like this."\n\n"I'm not exactly dancing in the street over it either, yanno," you whisper back, frowning towards the front seat, before looking back at your mother and shrugging helplessly. "But what choice do we have? Even if we assume she's lying about not having an antidote ready, how do we make someone like her give it to us? If we want to go back to being the normal us, we've kind of got to do this."\n\n"I know, I know." Your mother sighs as she sits back, closing her eyes, then peeking one open at you. "You had to buy candy, you couldn't have gone for coffee?"\n\n"You gripe at me when I get coffee."\n\n"<i>Too much</i> coffee!"\n\n"That's not even enough coffee!"\n\n"Hey I will turn this van around and then no one will get their pussies back!" Tandy calls over her shoulder, prompting the two of you to settle into slightly sullen silence.\n\nIt's quite a long drive, but eventually Tandy pulls the van to a stop and gets out, coming around back to open the doors. You squint slightly against the sunlight as you scoot to the edge of the van and hop out, your mother doing much the same. You seem to be pretty much in the middle of nowhere, nothing visible but trees and a few low mountains in the distance. There's a squat, multi-level cement block building nearby, apparently built atop a hill looking out over the forest, and a packed dirt road leading to it.\n\n"The extra special candy lair! You should feel privileged to get to see it!" Tandy chirps as she leads the way to the doorway, fiddling with a ring of keys before unlocking the door and ushering you in. Inside is a large, open space that looks somewhere between 'warehouse' and 'mad scientist's lab', with worktables and various pieces of equipment up against the walls, and crates and bins in other parts, some of them open to display their contents, some of which seem to be bottles and boxes, others already full of candy. "Now, the two of you may as well take your clothes off and leave them in there until it's time to leave," Tandy explains, waving in the general direction of a bin beside the door. At your and your mother's obvious hesitation, she smirks. "Well leave them on if you like, but just realize that cocks aren't the only things that my candies can make grow, or alter about your bodies. Leave 'em on now and you might go home naked."\n\nIn the face of that, both of you rather shamefacedly undress just inside the doorway, tossing your clothing and other personal items in the empty plastic container. Soon you and your mother are once more following Tandy over towards a table close to the large, open center area of the floor, the bright white tube lighting above lending everything vaguely surreal. "Alright, now!" she chirps, placing her hands on the edge of a table with rows of candy roughly grouped together on it. "The first part of what I need to do to complete the antidote is to intensify some of the effects I already know how to do. The problem is that so far, most of my attempts have just led to the effects being bigger and more powerful."\n\n"Isn't that the same thing?" you ask with a frown.\n\nTandy opens her mouth, but it's your nude mother who sighs and says, "No, intensity is focused and contained but evocative. Powerful is larger and more attention-getting."\n\n"Very gooood!" Tandy chirps, clapping politely. "From the phrasing, I'm guessing you're an art major, Mrs. Accidental Futa?"\n\nYour mother sighs. "Jocasta."\n\n"Cyan," you add in a mutter.\n\n"Oh definitely an art major then. But you're right, I need to be able to make the effects intense but contained, not let them go running off like a runaway train. In any event! ... Hm." She puts a fingertip to the corner of her mouth and glances down at the table. "Really I suppose only one of you has to be a guinea pig. At a time, at least. If one of you wants to sit it out and watch, the other can partake. If that's what you want."\n\n<hr>\n[[Volunteer.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Stay silent.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[You both should.|GGCandy12x2]]

Knowing that horses have a tendency to either unsummon or be difficult to get off of in combat, you try standing in the saddle and then leaping off. It's a move that wouldn't work in actual Elder Tale at all, but here you pull it off, flying through the air and hitting the ground in a low roll, coming up in a crouch between the surprised Arachne and the still-charging Dire Wolves.\n\nHoping you don't wind up dead <i>and</i> looking stupid, you unsheath your swords and jab them forward. "BLADE PIT!" Luckily, just as you expected, your arms move of their own accord, stabbing the air in front of you repeatedly with superhuman speed. Several of the wolves run headlong into the attack, all of them getting knocked back, several bloodlessly exploding into small showers of gold coins and other small items.\n\n"Cyanide!" Arachne gasps, whipping around to face you.\n\nNot responding, you instead quickly tap your second preset and sweep your hands together. The longswords glow and shimmer, replaced by a single massive warhammer that you swing downward hard. "BIG BADDA BOOM!" you call, the hammer's head glowing bright green and then bursting into shades of yellow and red as it impacts the ground, sending out shockwaves that knock back and dissipate yet more of the wolves.\n\nYour eyes widen as you see a wolf twice the size of the others leaping through the shockwave as if it wasn't even there. A leader-type! As its massive jaws are drawing closer to your head, there's a flicker of black through the air, and a whisper of "Assassinate." The boss wolf actually stops in midair, a look of surprise briefly washing over its face before it bursts into coins and potions.\n\n"Whew. Thanks," you say to Arachne, straightening up and resting your hammer on one shoulder.\n\n"I never even thought about just saying the attack names as I swung my weapon," Arachne replies, staring at one hand as she flexes it, the other holding her straight, black-bladed tanto. "When they first attacked I tried to use the menus, but it was so slow and awkward that I gave up and ran." Then she blinks, and runs up to you, flinging her arms around you and hugging tightly. "Cyanide! You came for me!"\n\n"Yeah, wasn't gonna leave you out here by yourself," you reply, setting the hammer down so you can wrap your arms around her and return the hug. "We're actually in Elder Tale, I can't believe it."\n\n"I know, right?" the black-haired girl huffs, drawing back, then cupping her large breasts and lifting them a bit. "I mean, can you believe these things? They're almost the size of my head! I barely even need a bra in real life."\n\n"I feel you," you answer dryly, knocking on your own well-curved breastplate with two knuckles. "This armor isn't that thick, you know, I can feel how big they are under it. I'm also about eighteen inches taller."\n\n"At least a foot here," Arachne agrees with a sigh. "Every time I thought about how different my body was I'd come close to tripping, the Dire Wolves almost got me a few times. Which at least usually made me stop thinking about it, then I could usually run okay." Making a thoughtful noise, you move around and start collecting up the coins and items dropped by the Dire Wolves, Arachne hurrying to do the same. "So what do we do now?" she asks. "I mean, how do we get out of here and back home?"\n\n"Don't know. The log out button doesn't work, that's for sure." Shaking your head as you tuck the items into your inventory, you rub the back of your neck. "For right now I think we should focus on where to go here, in the Land of Wen. We should probably head-"\n\n<hr>\n[[-back to Devle.|GGET1x4]]\n\n[[-on to Pladium, where the guild is.|GGET2x1]]

Arachne's been a good friend of yours for years now, beyond just Elder Tale... you can't just leave her out there by herself. Nodding to reaffirm your decision, you stand up, focusing on the motion and not letting yourself overcompensate or stumble. You can control this. You can do it. You can save your friend.\n\nActivating your menu screen, you select the first equipment preset. A pair of longswords appear in a little shimmer of light, one on each hip. You've got to admit, that's pretty cool. Taking a deep breath for focus, you take off running towards the edge of town, past little clumps of people who look up and stare at you as you go past, probably wondering if you've lost your mind even more than the rest of them have. Arriving at the zone gate, the decorative posts that signal you're about to leave the safe zone, you pull out your horse whistle and give it a blow. Sure enough, a moment later a horse comes running out of the treeline... well, sort of a horse. You can't help but wince at seeing it in the flesh. Elder Tale's horse models were never that great, with something about the way the neck was set and was way too long and some weirdness about the nose, and now seeing it in flesh and blood is pretty disturbing.\n\nOh well. Suppressing your sense of the uncanny valley, you swing astride the horse and gesture it in the direction of Arachne's indicator on your minimap, at least until the minimap disappears because you entered a combat zone. You've been riding for several minutes before you realize that you haven't had a single problem with how to control the horse or your own body, despite never having ridden before. Weird, but definitely useful.\n\nEventually you hear howls and shouts, and guide your horse towards them. Breaking through a treeline into a slightly open passage of the forest, you spot Arachne, her character now full flesh-and-blood. Her character's a "glass cannon" DPS rogue... built for maximum dexterity for the fastest hits and the most evasion. As such she's wearing one of the most dex-boosting (and fanservicey) armors in the game, a black one-piece that's mostly a high collar and a flap going down the front and between her legs, then coming back up over her rear and splitting into thin straps to connect back to the front. Supplemented with thigh-high boots and shoulder-high gloves, all of it in shiny black, goes well with her long black ponytail and its little spider-clasp. She'd probably look even better if she weren't being pursued by at least a dozen Dire Wolves, slavering and howling and right on her heels.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to use the game HUD to fight.|GGET3x1]]\n\n[[Call your attacks, anime-style!|GGET1x3]]\n\n[[Just grab Arachne and run away!|GGETPlaceholder]]

"How come?" Arachne asks with a blink of surprise. "The guild and a bunch of other stuff is in Pladium."\n\n"You said it yourself, Pladium was going to be really crowded," you reply, pulling out your horse whistle and summoning the animal back. You grin as Arachne makes a version of the same face you made when you saw it the first time, then swing into the saddle. "Judging from the way the handful of people in Devle were reacting to this, things in the cities could get really bad really quick. I think we're better off staying away for now." You lean down a bit and offer your hand.\n\n"Eh? Two people can't ride the same mount," Arachne protests, blinking at your hand.\n\n"That was when it was a game. You can't jump into battle from horseback in the game, either."\n\nCeding the point with a nod, Arachne takes your hand and lets you pull her up into the saddle behind you. You shift a bit as you feel her breasts press against you... damn, those things <i>are</i> big. Setting the horse back towards Devle, you urge it to speed until you're out of the combat zone, then settle it into a gentler trot.\n\n"So what's like the game and what isn't, do you think?" Arachne muses, glancing around at the slightly less sinister-seeming forest falling by to the sides.\n\n"Well, there's obviously still magic... I could summon the horse and use way-above-human abilities. And monsters actually do turn into coins and items." You chew your lip thoughtfully, then glance over your shoulder at her. "I bet all the really basic rules are still in place, and some of the dynamics, they're just more... flexible... now that stuff's real."\n\n"A basic rule is that you can't fight in safe zones like cities," Arachne points out. "So shouldn't they be safe?"\n\n"Yeah, you can't pull out your weapon or spell and attack someone, or the enforcers will kill you. But I'm betting there's a lot of stuff you can do that doesn't count as combat," you add. "Like, say, some guy grabbing your arms while another helps himself to a feel of your boobs."\n\nArachne squeaks and hugs closer to you, as if trying to hide her breasts against your back. "Seriously?!"\n\n"We don't really know, that's why it's best to play it safe." You guide the horse back into the gates of Devle, then clamber off, not eager to actually get dropped on your ass if it disappears from being taken too far inside a town zone like it did in the game. Arachne follows along after you as you start down the street, some of the gathered other people staring at you as you go past. Apparently no one else has risked going out into the combat zone yet. "We'll lay low here in Devle for awhile, try to contact other people we know, keep an eye on how everything is going."\n\n"Alright." Arachne glances aside as the two of you walk past the inn. "Should we...?"\n\n"Yeah, but I wanna check something out first." You continue walking, and Arachne keeps following. Eventually walking through far more overgrown areas and buildings, you stop in front of one particular one. "Well. There it is."\n\nArachne blinks, staring at it for a moment, then giving a little 'oh!' "Your house? But how's it here?!"\n\n"It was here in the game, too. I guess the Half Gaia Project must use Google Maps and Street View to generate a lot of stuff. You couldn't actually go inside, though, there was an invisible wall over the door." You look for a long moment, then notice a new icon that reads 'Property' in the lower right of your HUD. Blinking, you tap it, then make an interested noise at the screen that pops up. "It's for sale."\n\n"Huh? You can buy it?" Arachne leans in, futilely trying to see your HUD.\n\n"Yeah, that must be a new feature of the expansion, or of... well, of this whatever-it-is. It's not just decoration, it's apparently purchasable player housing." You purse your lips lightly. "It's expensive, though. I mean, I could afford it, but-"\n\n"How much is it?" Arachne asks. When you tell her, her jaw drops. "You can afford that?! Other than what we got from those Dire Wolves, I was broke! I mean, broke for a level sixty-five character, anyway. Where'd you get all that?!"\n\n"Crafting, mostly." You grin at her. "I charge materials and a 'small' fee for my time. I also get on voice chat to thank them for letting me level my crafting skills. Guys love it."\n\n"You perv," the other girl snorts, grinning back at you.\n\n"Me the perv? Did you forget what you're wearing?"\n\nArachne glances down at herself, then blushes bright red, putting an arm across her breasts and a hand over her crotch as if she were naked. "Well I did until <i>now</i>."\n\n"Better learn to live with it, I've got a feeling that what we wear still affects our stats, and you can't afford to switch from an evasion build to armor now." Looking back at the screen, you consider. You can afford the house, it's true... but it would take up the vast majority of your funds. Is right after this weirdness really the best time to spend practically all of your money...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Buy your house.|GGETPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Save your money.|GGETPlaceholder]]

"Like that is fine, I think I did a perfectly good job on it already."\n\n"Yeah, yeah, you and your big-titted birthing-hipped blondes," Jake chuckles, shaking his head again. He gives you another glance. "What about the personality?"\n\nYou feel fear race through you and try to scream a protest, but again realize you can't do so much as change your facial expression without their permission. You can only continue to stand there, your naked, female body on display as Del looks at you thoughtfully again.\n\n<hr>\n([["Cheerful and brainless."|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Calm and compliant."|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Personality is overrated."|Digitizer1x9]])

"Eh, she doesn't really need a personality, does she?" Del decides, starting to type on the laptop's keyboard. "Let's just wipe it and upload what we want to use it for."\n\nYou feel fear and desperation grip you entirely before you can feel your mind being steadily wiped away. Memories begin to go, your last birthday, your first kiss, all the things that led up to you running away from home, gone the moment you begin to think about them. Your ability to do math, or read, similarly deemed unnecessary. At the same time you can feel other things taking their place... how to give blowjobs, how to deepthroat, the best way to work a cock when it's deep inside your ass, how to work your tits around in a man's lap.\n\nEventually event he fear and despair are wiped away, and you feel absolutely nothing as you stare blankly out at the two men in the real world. Eric has ceased to exist. You are just a thing, a sex doll. Del hasn't even bothered to give you a name, simply programming you to respond to various monikers like "slut", "whore", "cunt", and so on.\n\n"Make a few minor changes to the body, aaaand done," Del announces, hitting enter and causing you to rematerialize standing in front of them. Del grins at you and swings the platform of the laptop away. "Slut, get over here and suck my dick."\n\n"Yes master," you respond in monotone, walking over to him, your blank expression unchanging. You kneel down in front of him, eyes fixed directly ahead as you unbutton his fly and fish out his hard cock. Your gaze never changes or waivers as you lean forward, dragging your tongue up and down its length several times and then swirling it around the cockhead, before sliding your mouth down over it, swallowing it effortlessly into your throat, your gag reflex gone as if it were never there.\n\n"Man, its facehole is awesome," Del says cheerfully as he rests a hand on the back of your head. "I think those tweaks we made to the blowjob program really improved things. You wanna fuck one of its other holes?"\n\n"Yeah, why not?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Digitizer1x10]]

<div style="background:#eee;border:1px solid #ccc;padding:5px 10px;">You have indicated that you wish to be sent a cuddly wuddly widdle fwiendy-poo. <s>May Science have mercy on your soul.</s>\n\nWhile we are working on a wide variety of plush toys in different sizes, currently those available for home product testing are as follows:\n\n[[Woody the Wolf (Small)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Woody the Wolf (Large)||QOHPT]]\n\n[[Pokey the Pig (Small)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Stiffy the Skunk (Large)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Boner the Bear (Small)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Boner the Bear (Large)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Gun the Gecko (Large)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Joystick the Jaguar (Large)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Pussy the Cat (Small)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Pussy the Cat (Large)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Small-size Assortment|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Large-size Assortment|QOHPT]]</div>

Shrugging, you scrawl your name on the paper and hand it back to the smiling employee. He goes along the line collecting the rest, and you're ushered up to an entrance area. Your group of about a dozen mills around waiting, and you take stock of them. It's almost all guys in their twenties and thirties, except for one girl. She looks like she's probably about a year older than you, average build, glasses, Herschel the Horse t-shirt. You think she's kind of cute, and you're just starting to muster up the courage to talk to her when the light over the door flashes green and the door slides aside.\n\nYour group files through in some semblance of order, entering a large room. There's not much in it except for a lot of standing room, a really huge screen with what looks like the starfield screensaver running on it, and some big doohickey on a robot arm that looks like a high-tech telescope with a fancier lens. Well, there's also a park employee sitting in a chair, a laptop on a swivel arm connected to the chair so that it rests in front of him.\n\n"Welcome, guests! I am Dr. Imagine, and I'm here today to demonstrate the latest breakthrough in computer generated imagery! The Digitizer can automatically scan any individual to create a manipulatable computer representation of them! This will of course make alterations to actors for films such as Ghost Rider or The Hulk, for example, much much easier. It's as simple as pointing the digitizer at someone, scanning them, and then manipulating the model on my computer here. Now, who wants to be our first volunteer for the demonstration?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Volunteer to get Digitized.|Digitizer1x2]]\n\n([[One of the guys gets Digitized.|Digitizer]])\n\n([[The girl gets Digitized.|Digitizer]])

You always wanted to be part of one of these sorts of things, you've heard they're really fun. You quickly raise your hand and even lift up a bit on your toes. You have to resist the urge to start hopping up and down and waving your hand to make yourself stand out even more.\n\n"Yes, you sir, young man. Please step forward and tell us your name."\n\nYou step out of the crowd and turn so that you're sort of facing both him and the rest of the group. "Eric."\n\n"Well, Eric, just let me aim the Digitizer and we'll get started!" Dr. Imagine (cute name, totally) types on his laptop, and you hear the robot arm moving behind you. Then there's an electronic whirring sound, and then a high-pitched whine before you're distinctly aware of being reduced to your component molecules and energy and pulled along somewhere very fast.\n\nYou're suddenly standing, feet together and arms at your sides, staring out at the shocked-looking group of people. You realize that from this position, you must be in front of the large screen... no, wait, you're <i>in</i> the large screen. You can vaguely make out that there's a black expanse around you, but only just... you're unable to move at all, your entire body still and frozen. You can't even change facial expressions!\n\n"Now, once we have someone in the computer, we can make all the changes we need to, and then either have them take programmed actions or rematerialize them. Imagine the possibilities of Eric Bana actually running around the set as the Hulk! It would certainly help the other actors get into character!" Dr. Imagine says cheerfully. The group actually laughs a bit, apparently getting over their shock fairly quickly. "We'll just go ahead and remove his clothes, while we're at it, they'll only get in the way," he adds, making a few keystrokes.\n\nYou feel your clothes abruptly vanish off your body, leaving your lean teenage body and soft cock on display for the entire group to stare at. You feel embarrassed, humiliated, and rather frightened, but you can't so much as blush.\n\n"Now, let's take some suggestions from the group on how we should alter Eric," Dr. Imagine says, turning to face the group. After a rather brief hesitation, people begin calling things out, the suggestions getting more fervent and more creative the longer they're allowed to go on.\n\n<hr>\n([["Make his cock bigger!"|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Turn him into a girl!"|Digitizer1x3]])

"Turn him into a girl!" more than a few of the guys shout out.\n\n"One of the more popular suggestions," Dr. Imagine acknowledges cheerfully. "Let's get started! Ah, but first, let's decide what <i>kind</i> of girl to turn him into, shall we?"\n\n<hr>\n([["A normal girl!"|Digitizer5x1]])\n\n([["A slut!"|Digitizer1x4]])\n\n([["A totally ridiculous slut!"|Digitizer]])\n\n([["A catgirl!"|Digitizer]])

"Another popular choice," Dr. Imagine says with a snicker. "Let's get started then, shall we?"\n\nHe begins typing, and you can feel your body changing. Your cock shrinks into your groin and disappears, replaced by pudgy pussylips between your legs. You grow taller, your body packing on a layer of padding that gives you a sleek look. Your hips curve and your ass rounds out. Your chest begins to swell, steadily rounding out into big globe-shaped tits that get larger and heavier by the moment.\n\n"I notice a number of you are sporting erections," Dr. Imagine says, grinning at the group. You too can see the bulges in the pants of the male group members, some of them shifting nervously as they're called out. "Don't worry, quite normal during these presentations. Feel free to take them out, we have cleaners come through after each group anyway."\n\nSome of the male group members immediately do so, and after that encouragement it's not long before all ten of them are stroking their cocks as they watch your body fill out into a tall, curvy woman made for fucking. You can even feel your hair growing, falling in gentle waves down your neck and curling around your bare shoulders, what you can see out of the corner of your eye turning blonde.\n\n"And there you have it, one skinny teenage boy turned into one E-cup adult slut!" The labcoated man at the computer laughs a bit, then considers, apparently trying to decide where to take the presentation next.\n\n<hr>\n([[He rematerializes you as you are.|Digitizer]])\n\n([[He Digitizes one of the men to join you.|Digitizer]])\n\n([[He closes your file and moves on without you.|Digitizer1x5]])

"In any event, let's move on, shall we? We'll just save this file for later editing," he adds cheerfully, clicking something on his laptop.\n\nSuddenly you can no longer see the group or the room. In fact you can't really see, or feel, anything. You exist in a strange bodyless, timeless void. You panic for awhile... you're not sure how long... before you calm yourself down and try to think rationally. He said he was saving your file. He must have closed it. That means you're currently not really running, you just... exist somewhere on some hard drive as a bunch of data that's not currently being accessed.\n\nYou're amazed that you actually have consciousness this way. You wonder if they knew that would happen. But then, of course, you turn your mind to more pressing (you assume) matters: what will happen when they reopen your file. These guys are scary uncaring about fooling around with your body, and maybe your mind. You doubt they'll be any more uncaring when your file is reloaded into the alteration program.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's get out of here! Try to escape!|Digitizer10x1]]\n\n[[Escape is impossible.|Digitizer1x6]]

You despair as you decide there's really nothing you can do. You're just a bodiless bunch of data on storage medium. You're a computer file. Computer files can't just decide to go wandering off into other directories. (Though you've sometimes wondered, when you were looking for one yourself.) So you resign yourself to your fate, simply hoping that maybe once you're out they'll restore you.\n\nSince there's no sense of time passing, you're not sure how long it is, but suddenly you can feel your motionless (albeit still female) body again and see the Digitizer room in front of you.\n\n"Dammit, Del, you left one of the guests in the computer again!" a labcoated employee says in exasperation, shaking his head as he looks at you.\n\n"Eh, I meant to get it out at the end of the presentation but I forgot," the man you knew as Dr. Imagine says carelessly, shrugging. "What's the big deal, anyway? It became Worldland property when it signed the form and was turned into data on our servers."\n\n"Yeah, but Constance will gripe about it anyway, you do this way too often." The other employee (you can just make out a nametag that reads "Jake") shakes his head ruefully. "Well, what should we do now?"\n\nDel ponders that, rubbing his chin as he looks at you.\n\n<hr>\n([["Let's keep it, we could use another peon around here."|Digitizer1x7]])\n\n([["Let's experiment with how far we can take the program."|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Let's turn it into someone else before we set it free."|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Eh, you're right, better set it back to default."|Digitizer]])

"Well, it's our property now, we may as well keep it," Del says, sliding into his chair and starting to type at the laptop.\n\n"Fine, but if Constance wants to lecture someone, it's all on you."\n\n"Hey, do you wanna help pick out what to do to it, or do you just wanna gripe?"\n\n"Okay, okay, fine. Guess the first thing we'd better decide is whether to keep her, er, it like that or make some other changes," Jake says, leaning against the back of the chair and glancing towards you.\n\n<hr>\n([["Like that is fine."|Digitizer1x8]])\n\n([["Let's change its race."|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Let's change its features."|Digitizer]])

"Um." You blink several times. You are absolutely not sure what's going on, other than that you suddenly actually seem to be in the climax of a very stereotypically-written movie. "I mean... no, I should?" you offer, not doing that great a job of sounding sincere.\n\n"No, no, Eric." The science man reaches a hand out to rest on your shoulder, still doing a picture perfect performance even if your own wasn't exactly enthusiastic. "Your strain of the X-Bacterium means you'll be vital in replenishing the world's diminished population. It <i>has</i> to be me. Just... just tell my wife and daughter that I love them." He walks over to the edge of the platform, turning to look back at you, then slowly toppling backwards and plummeting into the pit. It's actually kind of amazing, dramatic, heartfelt music comes out of nowhere, there's a slow-mo as he tilts backwards, you somehow get an extremely good view of the expression on his face, before he's gone.\n\nYou stand there for several moments, glance around, then shrug and follow the walkway over towards a door. It slides open and you find yourself walking directly outside, into a cheering crowd that also goes into slow-mo as they jump around and party, everything going muted except for the dramatic music as you walk along in a bit of a daze, being approached by several people in uniforms, who at first look elated, then solemn as they see that you're alone. Then you're suddenly in the back of a car being driven through the suburbs, pulling up to a particular house. ... Wow, this is <i>super</i> weird! You actually do seem to be experiencing a movie from the inside, but it's still very... movie-ish.\n\nYou're not sure what else to do but to keep going with the flow, so you get out of the car and make your way up the front walk, the door opening up ahead of you. Two women are waiting there for you, both brunettes, the older one waaaay out of the science dude's league, and the daughter who looks vaguely kind of sort of like her but also absolutely nothing like either of her parents and also seems to be in her late twenties but also shorter than the other woman so she's probably supposed to be your age.\n\n"Eric! Where's..." The older woman's eyes widen as she dramatically whispers. "Where's Donovan?!"\n\n"Um." You follow them both inside, where you sit down on the couch because it seems the thing to do... probably makes it easier for the camera guy to stage the reaction shots of them or something. "He... sacrificed himself for the world. He said that my strain of the X-Bacterium was too important, so he jumped into the... reactor to save everyone."\n\n"Oh Dad," the 'teenager' sniffles, wiping a finger visibly under her eye.\n\n"No... no tears, dear," the mother says in a strong, inspirational voice, putting a hand on her daughter's shoulder and gazing off into the distance in pride. "Your father was a hero. His work with the X-Bacterium has saved us twice over. Both by allowing him to sacrifice himself to stop the aliens, and by giving Eric the ability to help us repopulate the planet. I can think of no better way to honor his memory than to start doing so immediately."\n\nThe daughter gives another dramatic sniff and wiping of tears you can't actually see. "You're right, Mom. You're right. Dad would want us to get started on reviving the human race immediately. To honor him."\n\n"Er." You're a little weirded by the turn the conversation has taken, but that's nothing to when both women immediately pull their sweaters up and off to toss them aside, revealing two pairs of bra-clad breasts that are clearly the work of the very best surgeons California has to offer. You open and close your mouth in a bit of shock as the mother's pants and daughter's jeans quickly follow, their underwear quickly removed as well before they both kneel in front of you. You squirm as their hands rub over your inner thighs and your crotch.\n\n"It's up to you to be the father of the new human race, Eric," Donovan's wife coos as she unzips your pants and hauls them and your underwear down, your by now very stiff prick springing free and flopping against your belly. It... looks bigger than it used to, your balls seeming rather more full and heavy too, and you give a gasp as Donovan's daughter leans in to start nuzzling and sucking at them. "Really, the only way to properly honor his legacy is to knock the two of us up as soon as possible. In the interests of the greater good, of course," she adds right before sliding her mouth over the head of your cock and bobbing her head up and down, professionally-painted lips sliding along your shaft as her tongue works you.\n\nYou shudder, moaning aloud as the mother and daughter duo start working your cock and balls with the camera-ready skill of porn stars. The mother slips her mouth up and off your dick to kiss and suck along the sides of the shaft, her daughter moving up to take her place sucking on the head and slipping down the shaft, both of them rubbing and stroking your now bare thighs with their hands, occasionally slipping up under your shirt to rub at your belly and sides. You slump back against the couch, panting and leaning your head back to close your eyes, then looking down at the two of them, both unashamedly looking up at your face as they orally worship your prick and sack in apparent memory of their five-minutes-departed husband and father. They don't seem entirely shy about letting their tongues and lips brush against each other's either as they work you over either, several times practically frenching around the head of your cock.\n\nSoon Donovan's wife is turning and moving onto all fours, lifting her full, bare ass towards you and giving it a little shake, showing off her wet pussy like an animal in heat wanting to be bred. Still in a bit of a haze you oblige, the recent widow moaning as you push your throbbing prick into her dripping cunt, sounding nothing but eager as you grab her waist and begin slamming in hard and fast, your hips slapping against her asscheeks and making them jiggle. "Oh, oh yes, yes, yes Eric, knock me up, it's what Donovan would have wanted!" she cries out as her daughter presses up against your back, perfect fake tits pillowing against your skin as she licks and kisses at your neck while you're railing her mother. "My wonderful, heroic husband would be so happy knowing you're putting the first of dozens of babies in me!" she gushes, fucking back against you lewdly despite her high-minded talk, obviously eager to take every single millimeter of your enhanced cock. Of course with all that talk, it's not long before you're moaning and thrusting deep into her, her body writhing and pussy squeezing around you as she moans happily. "Yes, yes, knock me up for my husband's memory, mmmm getting pregnant for the sake of the human race feels sooooo good!"\n\nYou're panting as you pull out, but your cock hasn't lost a bit of hardness, which Donovan's daughter apparently realizes as she moves to lay on her back, grabbing her legs and pulling them forward until they frame her tits, showing off her own wet, expertly-trimmed pussy to you. With little hesitation you move into a full mating press above her, letting your body rest on hers and again feeling those expertly-done implants pressing against you as you do your best to drive her into the floor with your dick. You gasp out as her mother moves in behind you, reverently starting to tongue your asshole... presumably in thanks for you saving humanity and in memory of her husband as you knock up their daughter, you suppose.\n\nYou wonder just how many other people are going to be this grateful?\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|XAlien1xEnd]]

If you're honest with yourself you're kind of hoping maybe some other people will leave behind popcorn or something you can snag for yourself after they walk out of the theater. You take the ticket and head for the numbered theater, pausing just outside to slip on your 5D glasses before stepping through the door.\n\nYou suddenly find yourself standing on the very edge of some sort of walkway made of shiny chrome, close enough that you stagger and almost fall forward. Your eyes widen at the sight in front of and below you... a seemingly bottomless pit writhing with slimy pink tentacles all along the sides. Before you can fall, a hand snags the back of your shirt and pulls you back to safety, leaving you to turn and stare at the bespectacled, stereotypically intellinerd man beside you.\n\n"Easy there! Whoever goes into the TentaReactor is never coming out!" He pauses, leaning forward and looking into the pit, then staring at you gravely. "... But it's the only way. Both of us have had the X-Bacterium introduced into our cells... once that's introduced to the reactor, all the aliens' technology will stop responding to them. They'll be helpless against our counterattack, and Earth will be saved. So... one of us has to go."\n\nHe takes a long, significant pause, then gives a perfect for-the-camera sad smile. "It... it should be me. After all, what do I have to live for? Just a wife and daughter and my nearly complete research into curing various diseases. The world... won't miss me."\n\n<hr>\n[[Um, uh... don't... go?|XAlien]]\n\n[[Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... 'kay?|XAlien1x2]]

Your name is Michael, and you're a sixteen-year-old male. Dark-haired and blue-eyed, your good looks, upright demeanor, and contributions to the community have made you adored by young and old alike (except the people that, y'know, hate that sort of thing or write you off as just a meathead jock who is clearly oppressing them with your existence).\n\nSummer vacation has begun, and you now need to pick how you'll be spending it.\n\n[[Football Camp|ASFootballStart]] - An optional trip, but one encouraged by the coach. Plus it should be fun, there'll be lots of other players there, be nice to socialize outside of game time when you're expecting to try and knock each other's blocks off soon.\n\n[[Family visit|ASVisitStart]] - Your uncle and namesake has said he'd really enjoy having you come out and join him on a camping trip. You haven't seen much of him in a few years, it would be nice to reconnect.\n\n[[Youth Without Borders|ASBordersStart]] - A charity organization for young people that combines a chance to travel to (largely) safe areas of other countries and do some good. Sort of vacation and helping others all in one.\n\n[[Time off|ASOffStart]] - Hey, no one said that you had to do anything. You've worked hard all year... no one will really begrudge you taking some time to just enjoy yourself.

Shandor made his way through the hallways of the house, peering back and forth. So many ways the little bastards might have run afoul of the house's innumerable curses and hazards, some of them that left absolutely no trace. He always hated that... he liked to know how his victims had met their end, not leave it entirely up to his imagination.\n\nHe pushed open the door of the art gallery, and smiled as he immediately realized that several of the previously empty stands had occupants. "Good, good," he chirped, like a little old man examining his fresh-bloomed garden as he meandered down the path to take a look at his new acquisitions.\n\nFour new marble statues, two male, two female, just like the group he'd sent in... well, it wasn't always so neat and tidy, was it? The furthest male had become a satyr, all shaggy goat legs and massive, slightly inhuman cock, with an angular goateed face that would leer eternally at the full-breasted, round-hipped nymph across from him, grape vines threaded through her thick hair and stone breasts displayed in mid-jiggle to go along with her playful half-twirl. The other male was on the other end of the scale from the satyr, having become almost a nymph himself, all girlish curves and round, fuckable ass, coltish legs arched to show it off. Across from him, a veritable fertility goddess, the marble thatch between her legs thick and detailed, but not hiding her fat, obviously fertile (were it flesh and blood rather than rock) pussy, her obviously overfull marble udders proffered with both hands while a motherly smile curled her stone lips. There was only a single pair of panties left laying on the floor, which he picked up and tucked into a pocket... no doubt some other dweller of the mansion had made off with the rest and simply dropped those.\n\n"Well well well, how nice. Satyrs, sissies, and nature goddesses," he announced with a sneering chuckle, flicking a fingernail against the nymph-boy's smooth marble sack. Wandering to the side, he experimentally slid two fingers between the massive-breasted statue's legs, and into the smooth tunnel between them. "And fuckable, too. Positioning might take some work, but how nice. Maybe I'll give you a try myself... or just let some other batch of idiots figure it out and use you as a pretty marble cumdump before they wind up on stands of their own."\n\nDismissing any thoughts of immediate lust, Shandor turned and shuffled off back down the carpet, raising his voice a little. "Not that any such thing is guaranteed to happen," he declared, even though he knew he was effectively talking to himself. "There's a lot to do in this house, after all! A lot to do. No guarantee anyone will ever see you again for a long, long time."\n\nWith that, flicked off the light switch, once more plunging the gallery into darkness.\n\n<b>Haunted House Night</b> end - <i>Satyrs, sissies, and nature goddesses</i>

You log on to DeviList, actually having to input your info since the damn thing never retains cookies. Three years they've had that site bug... oh well, local business internet, whatcha gonna do? But anyway, after a moment it finally brings you to your login page. The site tries vaguely to make itself look like newspaper ads, but not a lot of work has been put into it.\n\n<span style="font-family:Times;font-size:14px;font-style:normal;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;text-transform:none;font-variant:small-caps;color:000000;"><center>Welcome to DeviList!\nYour one-stop site for everything Deviville has to offer!</center>\n\nWhat can Deviville offer you today?\n\n[[For Sale|GGDL1x1]]: Shop direct from Devivillains that have a lot to offer! Or put up your own ad!\n\n[[Want Ads|GGDL]]: Employment offers in the Deviville area!\n\n[[Activities|GGDL3x1]]: Find local social meetings and entertainment opportunities for a wide range of ages!</span>\n

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Tomorrow is the first day of school.\n\n... Oops.\n\nWell it was a pleasant summer! If completely and utterly non-memorable. Eh there'll be... several... more at least. Anyway, you're pondering what to wear tomorrow to help assuage your anxiety about tomorrow, you're considering what to wear. The weather has already turned a bit cool, so you're looking mostly through your long-sleeved shirts\n\nYou hold up one in a sort of neutral not-particularly-any-color somewhere between black, grey, and blue. It's not like you necessarily carefully plotted out how much of your wardrobe is designed to keep you from being noticed, most of it just sort of... worked out that way.\n\nYou pause though and look at another shirt, this one with a Punisher logo. On fire. Your grandmother bought it for you, and it is without a doubt the actual coolest and most stand-out piece of clothing you own, if also perhaps the nerdiest. Maybe, y'know... maybe it's finally time to have a little more confidence? It's not like it would be <i>that</i> big of a deal if you wore it, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Wear the neutral shirt.|QOSchool1x1]]\n\n[[Wear the cool shirt.|QOSchool]]

Giving in to temptation, you pull open one of the drawers of the dresser. The middle one yields some surprisingly normal T-shirts, and the bottom drawer an assortment of socks. Well, apparently she doesn't wear that costume <i>all</i> the time. The top drawer yields what you were secretly hoping to find, though... underwear. Lots of lacy, satiny, silky bras and panties, mostly in different shades of blue and white, but the occasional red and black too. Your cock stiffens almost painfully as you slide your fingers through the soft tumble of delicate garments, imagining how Jasmine would look in each one.\n\nYour questing fingers bump against something firmer below a pile of panties, and you blink, drawing out first one object and then another. The first is probably some accessory that Jasmine dumped in there without really thinking, you figure... it's a recreation of Genie's lamp. The second is, well, what you might have expected to find in a girl's underwear drawer... a dildo. A big pink one, to be precise, in the general outline of a man's cock but without a lot of details. Obviously, the pretty princess has needs too.\n\n<hr>\n[[Mess with the lamp.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]\n\n[[Jerk off with some panties.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]\n\n[[Wear some panties.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]\n\n[[Use the dildo.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]

People can just deal with it! ... Wow did that thought come out of you? If you're honest, the thought of showing off some kind of appeals. Besides, no one will know it's you! You're like a foot and a half taller and covered in fur, besides the changes to your face! Grinning at the realization of effective anonymity, you take off across the yard, doing a little bit of a scrabble to make a turn as you get to the sidewalk, then take off running.\n\nOh gosh, running feels so good. You're tearing up the concrete (not literally, just figuratively), zipping down the streets as you head deeper into Deviville. You do eventually start passing people, and there's definitely some stares and even a few yelps of surprise at the sight of a red catman running down the sidewalk, but no one really seems to be freaking out <i>that</i> much. Of course you've usually left them in the dust by the time they've really processed what they've seen, so hey. You actually find yourself grinning widely by the time you've hit downtown... maybe not as crazily as the cheetah on the can, though.\n\nYou screech to a sudden halt at the sound of gunfire, blinking as you stare down part of the street towards where a large bank is situated. There's a convertible parked outside, and as you watch a pair of figures wearing all black, including baklavas, hurry out of the front doors. Each is carrying an obviously heavy duffel bag in one hand and a gun in the other, and they both turn and fire back into the bank before tossing the duffels in the back seat of the convertible and scrambling in. From the shape of their chests under their vests and their rears as they jump over the doors, you think they're both women. The one in the driver's seat obviously stomps on the gas, a plume of smoke rising from beneath the back wheel wells before the car screeches off down the street.\n\nYou've just seen a bank robbery! Every bit of you up until now wants to turn around and race back the other way, getting as far as possible from the danger. \n\nA rather more recent part of you is squealing <i><b>OH BOY A CHASE!!!!</b></i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Run away!|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Run after!|QOHPT6x8]]

Hey, if you're going to get new clothes, you want to dress like an adult, right? You're totally practically almost an adult! ... Sort of. Maybe. ... You want to dress like one, anyway. You select that option, then go through filling out your sizes... hey, there are short adults, okay? Surely they have something for that! Still, you wonder how long it will take them to decide if they actually have such sizes in the adult clothing as you hit 'Submit'.\n\n<i>Ding-dong!</i>\n\nBlinking, you glance up from the screen. ... No way. Still, you can't help but get up and head downstairs, blinking at the sight of your mother holding a white cardboard box about the size of a large microwave.\n\n"Oh, Jamie, someone just dropped this off. Did you order something?"\n\nYou lean up to glance at the logo... AppAssure industries, alright. Feeling confused, you accept the box, which luckily isn't very heavy for its size. "Um, kind of. Not really. I signed up for this product tester job, it's supposed to be some clothes I try out and tell them how they are. I guess. ... It got here really fast though."\n\n"Oh, new clothes?" she says cheerfully. "Can I look through them with you?"\n\nYou suppress a wince. Looking through your new clothes with your mother feels... kind of embarrassing, you just know she's going to start making comments and suggestions for what you should wear that will make you feel about eight years old, or something. On the other hand, if you say no, she's probably going to not-pout with a look in her eyes that says her soul is dead because clearly you don't love her anymore while saying 'That's fine'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her look with you.|QOHPT9x2]]\n\n[[Tell her no.|QOHTP]]

"I guess just the Denver Sunrise stuff," you say. You don't want people dropping unconscious or whatever. Does that happen with marijuana? You have no idea but all the uses of 'strong' on those other strains have kind of got you worried.\n\n"Eh, suit yourself. I guess it's just a goth party after all," Tanya replies with a shrug, turning back to Facebook. "What'd you say her name was?"\n\n"Morrigan?"\n\n"That her real name or her 'goth name'? Eh, nevermind, I'll find out from my girls at the school either way, have the dropoff made directly to her. Knowing you, you carry that much around and you'd freak out, get caught, and wind up spilling everything to the cop." At your spluttering attempts at denial, she glances over. "Hey, enough, enough. Just get in touch with her and tell her the drop will be in a bag left by the counter of the Faztmart over on Wilson after Thursday, between four in the afternoon and midnight. And shoo, you're bugging me."\n\nShooing gratefully, you scuttle out of Tanya's room and contact Maya for Morrigan's number. She seems a little shocked by the request to judge by her initial replies, but does eventually share her phone contact, allowing you to (very nervously) text Morrigan the details of when she can pick up the, uh, delivery. After that, Morrigan texts back with gratitude and reminds you that you're invited, so you definitely need to show up. Since it would feel weird to go through all of this and no-show, you decide to put aside your usual fear of anything that could be described as a party and resolve to go. At least Morrigan helpfully provides that it's a 'face paint or masks' sort of party and that other than dressing up in goth finery, everyone will be mostly in normal clothes. Which means all you really feel obligated to do is dig out a black long-sleeved shirt and jeans, and eventually go with the obvious: painting your face white with black accents for 'Crow' style.\n\nWhen you arrive at Morrigan's address, you find why she apparently felt confident in having a party with fifty other people... it's a pretty decently-sized house. Very typical 'lower upper class suburban dream home'... heck, it even has a white picket fence around it. Morrigan must be one of those goths who's rebelling against her surroundings. You walk up to the door and knock hesitantly, and resist the urge to feel forlorn and leave when there's no answer... especially since you can hear fairly loud music from inside. Deciding to risk ringing the bell, a moment later someone you don't recognize, in facepaint that looks a <i>lot</i> like yours, answers and eagerly urges you to come in... apparently you fit the aesthetic enough that you're just assumed to not be a trick-or-treater. You wander in, and there is indeed loud, but relatively somber music playing, and there's not exactly a bunch of dancing going on in the downstairs area where everyone seems to be congregated, more just people clumped together talking, or admiring each other's clothes and accessories (like the blood ruby skull someone's showing off). The air does already have a bit of a fog to it, but only a little.\n\nYou wander around, not sure what you're actually supposed to do, and almost walk by Maya without realizing it. Blinking, you back up a bit, and actually ask, "Maya?" nervously, feeling relieved when she blinks and looks at you. Maya has a figure a lot like Morrigan's... maybe slightly more in the chest department and a little less in the rear. She's got her face painted black and white as well, but in a skull motif, making her blue eyes practically glow in contrast. Other than that it's a tight black shirt with white sleeves and a black skirt with shiny tights under it, and clasp-fasten boots.\n\n"Jamie?" She looks you up and down, then says, "So you really came, huh?" in an odd tone of voice, like she can't really figure out whether to be glad or annoyed.\n\n"Um... yeah?" you answer, shifting in place nervously. What's with her?\n\nBefore you can work up the nerve to even try and get an answer, you hear a call of "Jamie!" from nearby and turn, just in time for Morrigan to snag your hand enthusiastically. She's dressed... almost identically to Maya. Her shirt's a bit different, and she's got on fingerless black gloves, her stockings are hole-ridden black fishnets, and her face paint is just slightly different in style, but just at a glance, with the makeup and similar hair she and Maya could almost be twins, more easily distinguished by Maya's rich blue eyes and Morrigan's red contacts than anything else. "Hey, great, you did come! Hi, Maya," she adds with a smile.\n\n"Morrigan," Maya replies rather dully, eyes shifting away.\n\nThat seems to take Morrigan aback a little, but she quickly rallies and smiles at you. "You super came through for me, Jamie, thanks a ton. This stuff's basically just what we were looking for. We've got plenty of snacks and everything laid out, obviously, and we're gonna start the movies soon. You should come sit with me, I've got the couch reserved, host's privilege."\n\n"Uh, I guess maybe I could..." Some motion out of the corner of your eye makes you turn your head, spotting Maya walking away. "Um, Maya?" But she ignores you and turns the corner, disappearing from sight.\n\n"Huh. She's acting awfully emo for someone that's not even a full goth," Morrigan says with a frown. Then she shrugs. "Well, if she's gonna be that way, it's her own business. You wanna grab some pizza before we put on the movie...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with Morrigan.|QOGothHW]]\n\n[[Go after Maya.|QOGothHW3x1]]\n\n[[Ask Morrigan to help you with Maya.|QOHookup7x4]]

"That'd put my mind at ease," you allow, accepting the camera and turning it back and forth in your fingers as you eye it. "I mean, even if I am sleepwalking, honestly at this point it'd be a relief just to know that I'm not really being fucked by some talking demon dog."\n\n"Sounds like the sort of thing you'd know if wasn't a dream, to me," Leslie replies, quirking her brows.\n\n"Yeah, especially after being fucked up the-" You cut yourself off, face turning red.\n\nBut Leslie grins broadly. "Ass? He fucked you up the ass? Tres dirty, Cyan. You gotta give me the details."\n\nYou sigh, breaking down and giving her a rundown of the dream and how it was different from the last time, including Svarog availing himself freely of both holes and the mysterious voyeur cumming all over your face at the end. Leslie looks so fascinated that you're fairly certain that if the two of you manage to stop these dreams from reoccurring, she's going to be disappointed. But once you've embarrassed yourself, the two of you head to her room to find the right length of chain, and watch some of Leslie's first attempts at bike-stunt footage. Then you head home to wile away the day, all your thoughts on the following morning when you'll check the footage... because you're not sure you want to think about what will happen between now and then.\n\nYou're not even surprised, not even in a disconnected, fuzzy dream state way when you again open your eyes and sit up in your moonlit room. Once again swinging out of bed, you stand and drop your pants, then pull your t-shirt up and off, the GoPro bumping against your face and then dropping to your bare chest once it's past the collar of the shirt. You start to reach a hand up for it, then stop and, as if obeying some unspoken command, drop your hand back to your side before turning and making your way out of your room. However, as you once again march nude through the hall and down the stairs, your vision begins to go fuzzy, as if the fog from outside had already gotten inside.\n\nYou blink awake, curled on your side, not feeling particularly sweaty or shocked. You roll onto your back slowly and then sit up, before glancing at the window. Morning. Huh. The dream just sort of... sputtered and died, didn't it? Almost exactly like a real dream. You're still dressed from last night, everything in place, no wet spot. Maybe whatever it is that's been causing you to have these dreams has passed?\n\nYou turn your head as you hear car doors closing, and then engines starting before pulling away. Looks like your parents are already off to work. You slip out of bed and stand, the motion making a thump against your chest. Remembering the camera, you reach up and unclip it, holding it up to look at. With this morning's uneventful awakening, you're almost tempted to just forget about whatever it might have recorded... probably just hours of ceiling, sheets, and wall, after all. Still, you did wear it specifically to put your mind at ease one way or the other. Wonder if there's anything embarrassing on there, though...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Watch it by yourself.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Take it to Leslie's.|GGDog5x4]]

"Um, okay, sure," you murmur, trying to brace for the inevitable 'Oh, this is so cute!' squeals as you turn and start heading upstairs.\n\nOnce the two of you are in your room, you set the box down and pull it open, to reveal... a pair of boxes. You stare for a moment, then shrug and pass one over to your mother. "Here," you offer, thinking it's convenient that they sent you two boxes, passing one to your mother and hefting out the other. You've already started to open it when you remember what the site said about making sure you had the right delivery. You glance down, reading the side of your box, which says-\n\n<hr>\n"[[Mister Master|QOHPT]]"\n\n"[[Bitch Boy|QOHPT]]"\n\n"[[Sweet Sub||QOHPT]]"\n\n"[[Lady of the Night|QOHPT]]"\n\n

"We need to punish each other, Mistress," you answer in a monotone. "For you."\n\n"Yes, absolutely you do. Get to it, then, and then come to me. I'll be waiting in a car... several blocks away."\n\nThe screen goes blank, and you immediately grab Leslie by the upper arm, hauling her over towards her bed, the blonde not offering any resistance at all as you sit and yank her down across your lap. You shove her head a bit further downward to get her to lift her ass, and without hesitation bring your other hand down on it in a hard smack. Leslie's body jerks and she lets out a soft, reflexive gasp at the impact. As you start spanking her in earnest, your hand driving against her bare cheeks, she wriggles reflexively on your bare thighs but obediently doesn't move otherwise, even as arousal starts to drool down her inner thighs from her bare, puffy pussy... which receives its own share of smacks as you continue to strike her with your bare hand.\n\nYou can't just give her some perfunctory spanking, oh no... your Mistress expects better than that. So you keep smacking Leslie's pert, trim little ass over and over again, as your handprints start to darken on it and overlap, gradually turning it light pink, then darker pink, then an even, almost glowing red. Only once you can feel the heat radiating off of it without quite touching it do you stop, grabbing Leslie by the hair and yanking her upright. Her face is flushed, streaked with tears and drool, her body shivering in a mixture of pain and climax even as she steps back to let you get up and turn, bending over the side of the bed. Similarly without hesitation, Leslie moves to her closet and retrieves a leather belt from where it's hanging behind the door, folding it double as she walks back over to you.\n\nThe leather cracks directly across the lower part of your ass and over your own damp pussy, making you gasp hard and jolt against the bed. Leslie almost immediately brings the belt down across your ass again, motions efficient, quick, and ruthless. There's no anger, no desire to pay you back for her own bare, red ass... no, just a desire to please the Mistress by punishing each other for her. You raise up on tiptoe, offering your ass more easily for Leslie's strikes with the belt, grunting and gasping with the impact of it against your buttocks, your pussy, your thighs. Only once you have a nice series of deep pink marks and welts does Leslie finally drop the belt, allowing you to straighten up. Without another word, the two of you don your shoes and socks, and without another stitch on, walk out the front door.\n\nPeople stop and stare at two teenage girls walking down the sidewalk, naked and with their asses obviously freshly beaten. Cars even screech to a halt as people slam on the brakes in shock at the sight. But although plenty of people stare at you... and at your almost-a-handful tits, Leslie's pert little ones, at your welt-marked ass, at hers swollen and poking out like a monkey signaling its readiness to breed... none approach you. Even the pair of police officers that start towards you hesitate, then just stare at you as you walk past, their cocks obviously stiffening in their pants at the sight they do nothing about.\n\nSeveral blocks later, the two of you make your way over towards a large black SUV with opaque windows. At your approach the front and back doors on the passenger side swing open, giving you a view of Errana (once more in human form) sitting in the driver's seat and Svarog in the back. You climb into the front and Leslie the back, the doors swinging shut again. You offer no resistance as Errana reaches over and puts her hand on the back of your head, pulling you across the center area and urging your mouth onto the fat prick she apparently still possesses, pushing you downward until your lips are around the base and your throat bulging with it. You obediently start bobbing your head and suckling at her as she puts the car into drive... faintly in the back seat you can hear Leslie gulping and quagging, no doubt on Svarog's big red spear of a prick.\n\n"Welcome home, bitches," Errana coos, stroking your hair as you gulp down her cock obediently again and again, even as it flushes red, her form changing to the demonic one you saw on the screen. "I hope you've enjoyed your first taste of pleasure and pain... there's a lot more to look forward to."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGDog5xEnd]]

Well, whatever it is, Leslie's the one who helped you out with this, and has been through you on this whole debacle (despite her hunger for embarrassing details). She probably deserves to know too. Exchanging a few texts to confirm that it's alright to come over, you get dressed and head out, GoPro in your bag. Once the two of you are ensconced in Leslie's room, a folding chair dragged over to sit beside her computer chair, you explain as she hooks up the little camera. "So I dunno, maybe this time nothing happened. I dreamed I got up, got out of bed and got undressed, but as I was leaving my room things just sort of... fizzled."\n\n"Huh, weird. Maybe nothing happened then. Here we go!" she chirps, playing the video and maximizing it to take up the full screen. "So yeah, here's you tossing and turning a bit, fast forward a little... yeah, see, here you get really still. Then... oh hey, you're sitting up," she comments as the view of the camera swings around, showing more of your room. It wiggles a bit... then both you and Leslie blush as the view is briefly consumed by a flap of cloth lifting and covering it. "... There went your shirt, huh?"\n\n"There went my shirt," you confirm rather weakly, swallowing hard. You watch as the view shifts with your movements as the you of the past walks out of the room, down the hall, and down the stairs. But unlike in the dream, things don't cut off... the video shows the crossing of the living room, and the front door, your own hand lifting rather mechanically to unlock it and open it, and then the yard outside. "Oh fuck, I really did leave the house!"\n\n"Yeah, oh man that's so dangerous, especially with the road being all foggy like that! Wait, was it foggy last night?" Leslie frowns, watching as the feed continues to the sidewalk and walks ahead into the thick, white-grey mist, which quickly seems to swallow up the world. It just continues rushing past the camera, surrounding it, swirling, moving.\n\n'How far am I walking?' you think, feeling weirdly distant and disconnected. It occurs to you in a vague way that you should suggest that Leslie fast forward some more, but for some reason you just can't seem to bring yourself to actually say the words. Weirdly enough, the normally energetic Leslie doesn't seem to be coming up with the idea to do so on her own, instead sitting and watching the screen just as intently as you are, at the swirls and rolls of the fog as it curls around and waves and puffs and shimmers and flickers.\n\nWhen the mist clears, it's around only a single figure... Errana, now with red skin, horns, and a massive, thick cock jutting up from her crotch, heavy balls dangling beneath it. She smiles and gives the wings spreading from her back a flick, making the mist swirl some more. "Alright, bitches, strip."\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you and Leslie drone in unison, standing up and quickly shedding shirts and jeans, tossing them negligently aside and then standing in front of the screen naked, awaiting your next orders.\n\n"Mm. Good bitches. Don't fret, I promise you both you'll get to see a show with all the dogfucking you could imagine... since you'll be part of it. But first, I think you need to make it up to me... your original refusal, Cyan, and your nosiness, Leslie. You know what I want, don't you?"\n\n"Yes, Mistress," the two of you drone, with you adding, "You want us to-"\n\n<hr>\n[[Punish each other.|GGDog5x5]]\n\n[[Bring you more bitches.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Bring some high-quality dog food.|GGDog]]

"Um, I think something's been bothering her for awhile now, actually," you explain, glancing after Maya, then looking at Morrigan. "Do you... I mean, do you think you could help me talk to her?"\n\n"I guess? But she's your friend, right?" Morrigan asks, painted lips pooching out a bit in confusion.\n\n"Yeah but I still don't always know how to talk to people even when they're my friends," you admit with a sigh. "Especially if it's a girl thing. I mean, I'd try, really, just... help? Please?"\n\nYou actually see her teeth start to press down on her lower lip as she looks at you, but apparently she remembers her makeup and instead clears her throat. "Yeah, okay, sure. I want everyone to have fun after all, let's go."\n\nThe two of you head off in the direction Maya went, looking amongst the crowd to try and spot her. But none of the rooms reveal any results, and apparently on a whim, Morrigan walks through the kitchen (with its 'no entry' sign) and over to the doors that lead to the back yard. "Oh, there she is." Beckoning you, Morrigan slides open the door and steps out. The back yard's pretty expansive, with a pleasant little garden seating area around a (currently unused) firepit, a decent-sized swimming pool, and a fenced-off kennel in which a large German Shepherd seems to be napping.\n\nMaya had been sitting on a stone bench looking out at the pool, apparently, but at the sound of the door sliding open she looks over sharply. Her mouth twists a little in apparent disgust at the sight of you and Morrigan, and she mutters an audible "Oh great."\n\n"Uh, hey, that's kind of rude to say to someone walking into their own back yard, don't you think?" Morrigan says with a scowl of her own.\n\n"Yeah, you're right, I'll leave," Maya responds flatly, standing and making her way towards the gate.\n\n"What is <i>with</i> you?!" Morrigan snaps, while you're quietly panicking. This is not the kind of help you had in mind. "We've always been friends before, haven't we? In fact I thought we were pretty close! Aren't you one of my best friends?! What the hell did I do to make you treat me like this?!"\n\n"What do you <i>think</i>?!" Maya rages, whirling back around and stomping over, glaring at the other painted-up girl eye to eye. "You know damn well what you're doing! You're <i>stealing Jamie</i>!"\n\n"Uh... what?" you squeak.\n\nMaya freezes, and despite her completely painted face, you get the distinct impression her face is going red, eyes slipping over towards you. But then the anger comes back and she fixes her eyes on Morrigan. "You are interested in him, right?!"\n\n"I, um..." Morrigan seems utterly flummoxed, and you expect the next words out of her mouth to be something to the effect of 'Are you out of your mind, who would want that guy?' Instead it takes your brain a few moments to process that what she actually says is, "I didn't know it would be stealing...?"\n\nwhat\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't take this. Run!|QOHookup7x5]]\n\n[[Uhhhhhh... okaaaaaay...|QOGothHW1x1]]

"... Nope," you announce aloud, before turning and taking off running. \n\nThe thing behind you howls, which really just encourages you to put everything you have into running, and in this body that's quite a lot. You're not gonna do something stupid either like look behind you and wind up running headlong into the monster that's somehow managed to get ahead of you. You do hear it behind you yowling and shrieking, occasionally further away, occasionally seeming nearer. It's only once you haven't heard it in a good long time that you even consider slowing down. When it doesn't immediately leap out at you from the moment you show weakness, you come to a stop and try to catch your breath a bit, taking a look around.\n\nUnfortunately, it looks like while you were focusing on getting away and not looking behind you, you didn't pay quite enough attention to what was ahead. There's no sign whatsoever of the path you were on, just trees scattered around with no real breaks. You're literally lost in the dark, scary woods, that's just great. Though as you're pondering how dark it is and if you're likely to be eaten once that thing tracks you down, you notice that there is some light ahead.\n\nSoon the light resolves into a lantern, silver and beautiful, which also kind of describes the woman holding it, tall and pretty and pale, full-breasted and -hipped, wearing a flowing, thin white gown with a soft glow to it. Her long pale hair falls down her back and over her shoulders, the parts of it falling over her breasts probably the only reason you can't see her nipples through the thin garment. She blinks big blue eyes slowly, once, at the sight of you, then smiles.\n\n"As you do not seem a bandit, you must be a traveler lost on these roads. I would not leave any soul out here in the woods to fend for themselves, let alone one who means no one any harm. Please, come with me," she continues, holding out one long, slender hand unmarked by callouses. "You shall spend the night in safety in my home."\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, whew, thank goodness.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Hahahano.|GGMonk1x8]]

The Midnight Elves, AKA the "tooootally not a villain race u guyz". Which is what the devs say about all of the red faction but the style and even the class names kind of tend not to hold up to that, let alone the fluff and worldbuilding. Heck, they have dark grey skin, default to red eyes, and their hair is spiky and black. They even look like standard fantasy bad guys! Which means they look really cool and are a damn popular race among players.\n\n<center>Choose your character's sex.</center>\n\n[[Male|GGWOW12x1]]\n\n[[Female|GGWOW11x2]]

"... no you're fine..." you find yourself squeaking. Something about your tone makes Maya reach over and give you a slap on the arm with the back of her hand, making you jump slightly.\n\n"Oh, lovely!" Lucoa chirps, clapping her hands together and making her mountainous mammaries jiggle. "I do so enjoy helping people! Especially young people," she adds, looking at you, her eyes slitting open a little. A shudder runs down your back as you realize she has rather disturbingly colored and shaped eyes... and something very like a basic prey response slams through your brain as you notice her tongue flick over her lips.\n\nShe did say she was a dragon, didn't she? And don't dragons... eat people? You trade glances with Maya, who seems to have gone a little paler than usual. She's probably thinking the same thing. What if in return for whatever 'help' she offers, this... voluptuous inhuman decides to devour whoever summoned her?\n\n"Ah, I suppose it's my duty to help out the one who summoned me first thing," Lucoa says cheerfully as her eyes close again, possibly unintentionally highlighting your fears. "Which one of you did the summoning?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You did.|QOSuc1x2]]\n\n[[Maya did.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[You both did.|QOSuc]]

Swallowing hard, you slowly raise a shaking hand. "I... I was the one who decided to summon you," you manage, since that's truthful enough.\n\n"Ooo?" Lucoa smiles brightly as she turns her head towards you. "I was kind of hoping you'd say that. You look really delicious."\n\nYou pale as you feel your worst fears realized, frozen in place as the naked monster makes its way towards you and... goes down to her knees? You're left staring straight ahead for a moment in shock, listening to the sound of your jeans being unbuttoned and unzipped, before you manage to turn your widened eyes downward. Lucoa is just finishing tugging your jeans down, your cock and balls flopping free as she coos. "I really love young boys, they're so adorable and tasty." She starts stroking your rapidly hardening cock, leaning forward to plant a kiss on it. \n\n"W-wha...?" You glance aside at Maya, who's staring, seemingly equally stunned. "H-hey, what are you doing?!"\n\n"Hm?" Lucoa peeks open one of her odd eyes to look at Maya out of the corner of it, even as she tilts her head in to run her tongue along the side of your stiff pole. "I'm sucking his cock, of course."\n\n"W-why?! You said you're not a-!"\n\n"But I <i>do</i> like pretty young men," Lucoa chirps, slipping her lips over the head of your cock and swirling her tongue around it quickly several times, making you whimper. Then she slides back off of it with a pop, stroking you with one hand as she looks at Maya. "So I wanted to. You want to do it too, don't you?"\n\n"I... I..." Maya's face turns solid red as she raises her hands and waves them a little.\n\n"Oh come on, if you want to, come do it," the horned woman says cheerfully, beckoning with her other hand before bringing it up to cup your balls. "If a dragon god says it's okay to do it, it must be, right?"\n\n"..." Maya stares for a moment more... then abruptly pulls off her shirt, perky C-cups jiggling as they're freed.\n\n"MAYA?!" you squeak as she just as quickly undoes her cutoffs and shoves them down and off, your now naked friend moving over to kneel down beside the rather more generously-proportioned dragoness.\n\n"... The dragon god says it's okay?" she says a little sheepishly, before leaning in, Lucoa's hand moving away so Maya can start suckling on your balls. You make a strangled noise of mingled pleasure and confusion as your childhood friend continues tonguing and sucking at your sack while a voluptuous dragon woman bobs her head up and down along half your pole. As Maya moves up to start sucking at the root of your shaft, Lucoa drops back and slides to the side, both of them licking and working their lips up and down the sides of your shaft, their tongues brushing together. You shudder heavily as you watch them break briefly from working over your cock to kiss each other, their tongues visibly swirling together.\n\nMaya moves to slide her mouth over your cockhead now, eyes peeking up at you almost shyly as she begins bobbing her head. Smiling brightly again, Lucoa rests a hand on the back of the girl's head, gently nudging her forward and guiding her in her motions. "There we go, dear, nice and smooth, keep your motions even, just a liiittle more each time. Don't forget to use your tongue either.. theeere you go. Oh, that's the back of your throat, dear, it's okay," Lucoa adds cheerfully as Maya makes a little quagging noise. "Here, let me help," the dragon continues, before pushing firmly on the back of Maya's head.\n\n"Hgk!" Maya's eyes roll up some as she's pushed all the way down on your cock, her lips pressing around the root of it, her eyes rolling some and her body trembling. You give a gurgling whine, your cock swelling and shuddering in her mouth, but you seem to be being held right on the edge of orgasm, your body trembling as Lucoa keeps Maya held down.\n\n"Before we go any further, I suppose I really should ask what you want of me," Lucoa says brightly, though when her eyes slit open it adds something undeniably wicked to her smile. You notice that there's a faint glow around your balls... she must be the one who's not letting you cum, despite being buried down Maya's throat. "Since you summoned me and all. I could give you [[immense magical power|QOSuc]], enough to do all sorts of things! Or I could grant you [[great wealth|QOSuc]] along with the secrets of crafting precious metals so you'd never run out! Mm, or since I was an agriculture goddess, I could teach you my [[advanced seed-planting techniques|QOSuc]]! Or become your [[familiar|QOLucoa]] and grant you magical abilities and help that way! Or..." Her smile grows even more wicked. "We could just [[do even more fun fooling around|QOSuc1x3]]. Ah, you might want to decide, though, looks like your cute friend is starting to run out of air," she adds, glancing aside at Maya, who's started trembling and rolling her eyes harder, rivulets of arousal running down her inner thighs.

You groan out, thoughts overwhelmed by the feeling of being constantly on the verge of cumming while sheathed in your best friend's throat as she gulps and licks at you. "I wanna cum... I wanna cum a <i>lot</i>, I want it to feel even better...!"\n\nLucoa giggles, and the glow around your balls briefly changes color before disappearing. You gasp loudly as you abruptly begin firing your load down Maya's throat, feeling her suck on you as Lucoa pulls her back, shots of creamy white hitting her tongue and the top of her mouth as she's tugged off with a gasp. Lucoa wraps a hand around your spit-shined shaft and strokes you, milking out more long streamers of jizz to splatter across Maya's face, tits, and even draping in her purple-dyed bangs. \n\n"Hhhha... I... I couldn't breathe, but it felt so good," Maya groans.\n\n"I helped!" Lucoa chirps cheerfully, giggling before she leans back in to start sucking and licking at the side of your shaft again. After a few more moments of panting, Maya leans in to do the same, though this time her hands reach out, squeezing at Lucoa's generous ass and massive tits, hands roaming over the dragon-woman's voluptuous body, while Lucoa's hands similarly roam over the slender teen's, both of them shifting to face more towards each other with your cock between them.\n\nYou shudder at the feel of both of them cooperating to pleasure you, and at the sight of them toying with each other, Maya moaning against your shaft as Lucoa cups her crotch and slides two fingers inside her. You continue to stare down, eyes widening further as your cock gets harder and harder at their attentions... as well as longer and thicker. It's slow but steady, and entirely visible as your cock just gets bigger by the moment, your balls swelling and getting heavier below as well. Both women continue sucking and licking at it, apparently all the more eagerly as it gets bigger and larger, both of them moaning in a combination of apparent dick-lust and their attentions on each other. \n\nEventually your cock is truly immense, jutting forward and throbbing visibly. Smiling, Lucoa nudges you down into lying back, your enlarged shaft flopping at an angle over your stomach and chest, practically dripping pre onto your throat. Lucoa coos softly at the sight, running her hands up and down it, then grinning and snagging Maya's wrist, pulling her around. "Alright, dear, why don't you go first, since you've known him longer?"\n\n"W-what?!" Maya squeaks, nevertheless allowing Lucoa to move her into position, practically straddling your head as her pussy presses against the tip of your immense prick. "There's no way it'll fit now!"\n\n"Oh, don't worry, I'll help! See?" Lucoa says as she grips hold of Maya's waist and pulls her backwards.\n\n"Waaaaiiiiohfuuuuuuuuuuck," Maya groans, her eyes rolling again as her tight pussy smoothly spreads open around you, stretched completely tight around your girth. Her belly almost immediately begins to bulge up with the outline of your prick as it just continues sliding deeper and deeper into her, its progress entirely visible from outside. You grip Maya's shoulders as Lucoa continues pulling her backwards, that bulge sliding completely up her stomach, and then nudging up between her C-cups, until it's almost at the bottom of her throat when her ass finally bumps against your balls. Both of you are trembling hard, you from the feel of hot, nearly impossible tightness wrapped around feet of throbbing, sensitive flesh, and you can only imagine what she's feeling. "Ohfuck, Jamie, you're fucking my entire body," Maya whimpers, starting to buck herself back and forth on your monster of a cock entirely of her own accord.\n\n"A little magic can make anything fit anywhere!" Lucoa says cheerfully, leaning her heavy tits against Maya's back as the teen works her overstretched pussy on top of you, the bulge of your cock sliding back and forth in her belly and between her perky tits. "Does it feel good, cute boy?" At your incoherent gargling noises of pleasure, she giggles. "Oh, it can get better, certainly! Want to see?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck yes.|QOSuc1x4]]\n\n[[It's fine as it is, thank you very much.|QOSuc]]

"Y-yeah," you gasp out. "More, more please!"\n\n"Mhmmmm." Lucoa grins wickedly again, giggling as you gasp out loud at a new, strange, and very pleasurable sensation from your crotch below where Maya is riding you ever more eagerly, pumping about eight inches of your oversized dick in and out of herself. Lucoa reaches down, and your brain struggles to process the feeling of having your cock stroked and caressed... while another cock is already inside a girl.\n\nThe dragon continues stroking your growing and lengthening second cock with her hands, up until it's long enough to wrap her huge tits around it, kneading the full, soft globes around it as it slides further and further up between them. She starts working up and down it, running her tongue over it, slitted eyes fixated on it lustfully. Finally, it's just as immense and girthy as the first one, and Lucoa giggles as she stands and swings over Maya, settling her own pussy at the tip of it, then sliding herself down onto it. She goes on just as smoothly as Maya did, and though she doesn't feel <i>quite</i> as tight, she's several times more wet and hot to make up for it. Her pussy repeatedly squirts as she pushes herself down on it, raining arousal on Maya's back, until she too has it completely sheathed inside, the bulge resting just between and above her massive mammaries.\n\nWrapping her arms around Maya's middle, Lucoa begins bouncing the both of them fast and hard, Maya's teeth gritting and her eyes rolling up in her head at the intensity of the pleasure, her overstretched pussy squeezing and fluttering around your immense prick as she cums repeatedly. Lucoa's massive tits pillow against her back as she hugs against her, the dragon's generous ass slapping your expanded balls.\n\n"Cum... gonna cum," you groan, feeling yourself rising back towards the peak again, not sure how you ever settled down in the first place.\n\n"So soon?" Lucoa coos, still as calm as ever as she licks one of Maya's ears. "But I can make it even better...!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes please!|QOSuc1x5]]\n\n[[You couldn't take it!|QOSuc]]

"Oh fuck, yes, fuck, make it feel even better!" you gasp out, already feeling more pleasure than you ever imagined possible.\n\n"Mmm, alright then!" Lucoa chirps, and you cry out as that sensation from earlier returns. You tremble and shudder as Lucoa grips Maya's arms and then lifts her up about halfway on your cock, then spins her around to face the other way before lowering her back down. The dragon begins kneading Maya's tits, the girl moaning as they swell and grow in Lucoa's hands, both of their bellies rubbing against the pair of new cocks growing between the two you've already got. The new pair continues swelling thicker and bulging longer, pressed together between the two huge-titted women riding you, Maya's breasts soon just as large as Lucoa's. Your new cocks press up between them, their grip on each other holding their tits together and allowing you to do a double titfuck even as their pussies pump over your powerful poles. Maya and Lucoa both lean forward, sucking and slurping at the pre dribbling from your newest massive dicks as if it were mana from heaven.\n\n"That's aboooout all I can do," Lucoa giggles as she plants a tender kiss on the cockhead jutting up out of her tits, making it dribble more clear pre. "Oh, well, I guess there's one more thing... or I could just let you cum finally!"\n\n<hr>\n[[You need to cum!|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Push it to the max!|QOSuc1x6]]

Crazed with lust, you can only groan acquiescence to the idea that Lucoa push your lustful transformation even further. Giggling, she raises her hands, a glow surrounding them. "Alright then, here we go!"\n\nThe sensation felt when extra cocks grew from your crotch returns... but now it's over your entire body. You shudder as your skin turns the same shade of purple as the liquid bubbling in the cauldron, your arms and lets stretching out and growing, wobbling bonelessly as your fingers extend and grow longer as well. More cocks... no, they're longer, wiggling and wobbling instead of stiff... sprout from your stomach and back. Guided by bestial thoughts of lust, you direct them towards Maya and Lucoa as the cocks they're already attending to similarly turn purple and begin to writhe.\n\nMaya gives a cry of shock as cock-tentacles wrap around her arms and legs and lift her up, still speared on the wriggling tendril in her pussy. Lucoa just giggles happily as she's given the same treatment, the sound turning into a moan as you stuff a tentacle past her lips and down her throat, starting to fuck her face eagerly. Maya's eyes roll as you cram another massive tentacle into her ass, her pucker stretching taut around it, a slightly smaller one sliding deep down her throat in a small spurt of spittle. As if in somewhat retribution for having held you off this long, you cram two tentacles into Lucoa's ass at once, the lusty dragon finally giving a squeal of surprise around the phallus down her throat as you start pumping them in and out in chaotic motions.\n\nYou can feel every bit of your tentacles, every part of them that's wrapped around or stuffed inside Maya and Lucoa. You can make new ones at a whim, of whatever lengths or thicknesses you want, which you prove as you make some smaller ones to twine around the girls' breasts, squeezing and kneading them, teasing their stiff nipples with the tips and smearing them with thick, slimy pre. You gradually speed up, thrusting faster and faster, until their bodies are arching and wriggling where you're holding them in midair, Maya and Lucoa both screaming around the tentacles fucking their throats as they cum over and over again, until you finally join them.\n\nGallons of cum are pumped into their pussies, their asses, down their throats, sprayed over their bodies. Maya's eyes roll up completely, a look of utter blankness on her features as her mind no doubt goes white from orgasm, her flat belly swelling steadily as her pale skin is painted with a thick glaze of jizz. Lucoa's expression is pure sluttiness, an utterly wanton pleading for more as her own belly swells up as if she were heavily pregnant, her tits coated with such a thick layer of cum that they're completely whited out, the dripping layer utterly opaque over her generous breasts. You shudder at the sight of them writhing and trembling in the air, completely in your power, completely filled and covered with your seed, before you pass out.\n\nWhen you come to, you sit up groggily, then jolt and stare down at yourself. You look... normal. Well, mostly normal. Your cock, though limp, is about ten inches long. You're clean, though, and a glance around spots Maya passed out nearby, also clean... though her tits are now at least D-cups. She too groans and sits up, and both of you look towards the cauldron, where Lucoa is just finishing climbing in.\n\n"Ah, good, you came around in time for me to say goodbye!" she chirps as she turns towards you and waves. "Sorry, I need to get over to Japan, I just learned a friend of mine is staying there."\n\n"W-wait," you call, reaching out a hand.\n\n"Oh, don't worry, you'll be fine," she says, waving a hand dismissively. "Enjoy your new sex-powers! You'll be able to do the tentacle monster thing whenever you want, it's completely under your control. Girls will love it! Well, they won't be able to help it," she adds thoughtfully, putting her fingertip to her mouth and glancing up. "That's sort of the thing about tentacle monsters, I guess."\n\n"What about me?" Maya asks, hefting her enlarged tits a bit.\n\n"You're fine too! Oh, I do think the 'fit anything' spell I used is permanent! So I guess enjoy being able to fuck an elephant, if you ever decided you wanted to? Bye now!" the dragon adds, before sinking into the cauldron and disappearing.\n\n"... So she just... gives us some sort of sex superpowers and leaves?" Maya asks, standing up and making her way to the cauldron, leaning her hands on the rim and peering in.\n\n"I guess?" You find yourself staring at Maya's bare ass, and the pink of her pussy visible as she leans up and forward some. It still looks as tight and untouched as ever, and you find yourself licking your lips. "You, um... you wanna try it and see?"\n\nMaya freezes in place... and you're pretty sure you see a fresh drop of arousal run down her thigh. Then she clears her throat, settling back to her feet and turning to face you. "I... ... not right now," she huffs, shaking her head. "That was way too intense before, I need some time to process."\n\n<hr>\n[[Okay.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Fuck her anyway.|QOSuc]]

Probably better not, after all, what if it actually tastes like complete garbage? Besides, you signed up to test these yourself, they might not send you any more (or your pay) if you let anyone else try it. You pop the tab, trying to pay close attention. Yeah, even the smell of it when you open the can is good, that's a nice touch, you think in an overly professional tone as you bring it up to sip.\n\nIt's... cherry soda. You swish it in your mouth... no, hey, there definitely is a little bit of a 'zing'. You're not sure how to qualify it, it's almost like... spicy? Or... sting-y? Not in an unpleasant way but it's a little bit like putting your tongue against a battery. You continue to slowly sip at the can, sitting down in front of the computer to begin typing up your thoughts, and finish draining it in several minutes.\n\nYou're in the midst of trying to figure out how to make the story sound a little more filled-out and clinical in tone when a strange feeling washes over you. At first you think it might be nausea and that you're having a bad reaction to something in the soda, but while you do feel a bit light-headed, it's more like you're suddenly getting hot. Panting, you push back from the desk and stand up, your skin flushing as you start squirming around. In a few moments you can't take it, yanking off your shirt and hurriedly undoing your jeans, shoving them and your underwear down, anything to even momentarily overcome the strange heat suffusing your body. You stagger towards your bed, slumping to lean your hands on it as your muscles begin twitching, your lips pulling back and mouth opening as you feel a strange pressure in your mouth and jaw, that seems to be spreading through the rest of your body and concentrating in certain spots as well.\n\nYour muscles begin to grow, scrawny body turning toned, briefly bulging out before the muscles slender out, taking on a distinctly more feline build. You groan and arch your back, toes sliding along the floor as you try to stretch to alleviate some of the pressure down your spine, which stretches and lengthens as you get taller, as well as starting to sprout a tail from above your ass. Your cock and balls begin to grow where they're dangling down between your legs, your shaft stiffening as it gets longer and thicker. Your flushed skin darkens further, taking on a deep red color all over before it begins to sprout fur. You do your best to muffle a yowl as you feel strange sensations in your face, mostly in your nose and around your eyes, but your tongue is changing shape and texture as well, some of your teeth pushing out further and sharpening. Your fingers tighten in the bedsheets, claws slipping out of the tips of your now fur-covered fingernails and shredding through layers of the cloth, your toe-claws leaving scratches in the floor as they curl as well.\n\nYou writhe and buck in your bent-over position for a few moments more, stiff red cock wobbling beneath your legs as white fur finishes growing over your balls and forming into a ring that comes about half an inch up the base of it. Your tail lashes back and forth a few times, before finally the aching, burning, tingling sensation fades and lets you slump to your knees, panting and trembling, your slender, white-furred chest rising and falling in high-speed breaths.\n\nIt takes a few minutes for you to calm down and stare down at yourself, before you scramble up and head into your bathroom to look in the mirror. You stare... you're a... a cheetah-guy? ... A red cheetah guy. You're covered in fur, white across your face (save for two red streaks across your eyes and down your cheeks), down your neck and chest, and on the insides of your thighs and across your forearms. Otherwise it's bright red, with darker red spots... even your hair is red with spots! You're taller than you were by a fair bit, and with the sort of lean, highly developed runner's build you suppose you'd expect from a humanoid cheetah. Your face is mostly the same, though your nose has changed shape a little to make you look more catlike. Your pointed ears give a twitch and your long tail a lash as you watch, before you look down a little, staring at your jutting, bright red cock. It's... really big. Like over a foot long, at least. It's still human-like in shape (thank goodness, you think you've heard something about cats and spikes), except for what looks like a sheath around the base of it. \n\nThis... seems like a definite side effect!\n\n<hr>\n[[Call for help!|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Just calm down.|QOHPT6x4]]

"Just think about it," you press gently. "Ken's doing well enough in school, he's definitely going to get into a good college, and is likely to get a good government or corporate job. You could stop worrying about if Hinako is going to meet a man who can take care of her in college... in fact, you could probably save on sending her to college, especially if they got married right out of highschool and she settled down to be a housewife."\n\n"That <i>is</i> what I've always wanted for her," Mika allows, nodding a little.\n\nSmiling, you go in for the kill. "Besides, if they get started now, you're likely to be a grandmother sooner rather than later."\n\nThat puts a definite sparkle in her eyes, and Mika quickly hops around a bit to face you more directly. "By God, you're right! It's a perfect opportunity! We could both be grandmothers within the next few years!" She pauses, glancing aside. "Or sooner, I suppose." Then she shrugs. "But that just means Hinako would be able to get started on her housewifing all the sooner! Marei you're brilliant!"\n\nYou can't help but preen a little bit, shifting your shoulders and grinning broadly, before you nod firmly. "It's settled then. Let's get these two together."\n\n"Hm. But how should we do it?" Mika muses, frowning a little as she glances down.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be direct.|Marei3x4]]\n\n[[Try to be subtle.|Marei]]\n\n[[Whatever Mika thinks is best.|Marei]]

That's interesting, you didn't specifically program in this outcome. Curious, you direct the gynoid to bring Slave Gina to the nearest meeting room, and head there ahead of them. Situated just off of the main area, it's basically a small, white room with a pair of couches facing each other, just something you originally included on a whim, if two Bounty Hunters needed to negotiate but not necessarily socialize.\n\nShortly after the door slides open, and the enslaved Gina Diggers walks in, naked save for her glasses and the control collar around her neck. Of course those big, lewd globe-shaped tits jiggle and wobble with every step since they're completely unrestrained, and she comes to a stop in front of you and scowls.\n\n"So the gynoid said you wanted to speak to me," you prompt, smirking at her since that seems to make her even more annoyed, and you admit to enjoying that since she can't do anything about it.\n\n"You told me I should make something 'fun' for you," she replies sourly, shifting her shoulders and causing even more jiggling. "So I did, since I couldn't help it. I've just finished a new weapon for you to use in your horrible little escapades."\n\nNow this is definitely interesting! You told the genius character to make something 'fun' just to rub it in, figuring she might whip out some sex toys or a new TV or whatever. It seems that the collar actually forced her to consider your main source of entertainment... capturing new slaves. "Oh really? Very interesting, what did you make?"\n\n"By studying my sister, I was able to create an energy weapon that causes a similar effect to the magical lycanthropy she has and its process of creating 'thralls' from those bitten. Instead of carrying a specific type of lycanthropy, it activates dormant genes in the target's DNA. It's not a true example of lycanthropy... the subjects lose most of their human mind and they can't change back. But they'll immediately go into heat and imprint on the first person to fuck them, considering them dominant the way thralls do. But then I guess none of that's exactly a drawback for you," she adds in a bitter tone. "I've gone ahead and uploaded the schematics into the weapons fabrication and maintenance network, so it should be available already. I labeled it 'FurRay'," she adds with another jiggle-causing shrug.\n<<set $furrayunlocked to true>>\nOho. So this new weapon will turn targets into mindless, but loyal, anthros... as long as you fuck them after you shoot them, of course. Deeply amused, you tap the control device on your wrist and actually pause the simulation. Utilizing the adaptive programming, you do a bit of on-the-fly expansion, grabbing some resources from elsewhere on the system and building a quick 'nature preserve' style area added onto the hab. Leaving the adaptive programming to finish the rest, you unpause the simulation and consider the scowling Gina thoughtfully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Thank her.|Capture-ThankGinaforFurRay]]\n\n[[Test the FurRay.|Capture-FurRayTest]]

You've barely gone off the beaten path at all, this hardly counts as an adventure even for the suburbs. You step over the stream and head deeper into the forested area.\n\nYou're surprised by how quickly it starts seeming overgrown and densely grown... it's clear at this point you've completely left the maintained section of the park and wandered into the closest you can get to authentic woodlands around here. You're starting to think maybe you should turn back, when you turn around and... actually, which way did you come? You... maybe should have paid a little more attention when you were walking out here. Sighing, you pull out your phone, intending to use it to at least make sure you're headed back towards the park, when, "What the hell do you mean, no GPS signal?" You scowl at the phone, then glance upwards. The foliage overhead isn't <i>that</i> dense, it shouldn't be blocking your signal...\n\nYou're tucking the phone back into your pocket when something strikes you across the back. You yelp and hit the ground hard, wincing in pain at the stinging across your shoulders, then give another short cry more of surprise than pain as an odd-feeling foot presses down on your lower back. You twist around some and look over your shoulder to find a sharp stone spearpoint not too far from your face, held by some sort of... dog man! The species isn't exactly clear, he's just brown and scruffy, but he definitely has a muzzle, perked-up ears, and a glance at the foot that's not on your back shows that it looks like a paw despite his humanoid hands. He's wearing a loincloth and a series of crudely-decorated leather straps across his bare, muscular chest and arms.\n\n"Who trespasses in kobold territory?" he snarls, quite literally since his lip lifts away from his sharp teeth on one side.\n\n"... You're not a kobold," you reply with a blink.\n\n"... Eh? Am too!" he shoots back in a rather offended tone.\n\n"Nah, man, kobolds are little lizard dudes, they're halfling size not people size, they worship dragons, they're not dogs," you assert, shaking your head.\n\n"Ah, see, that's where the problem is," the dogman says with a nod, bringing his spear back and resting the butt on the ground nearby so he can gesture with one hand. "You're thinking of the American version of kobolds, whereas Japanese series generally portray them as humanoid canines."\n\n"But that's bullshit!" you blurt. "My fantasy paths have always been the American style! Hell my library path uses the name of actual Wizards of the Coast 3.5 D&D books even if the content's tweaked for the game, you can't just mix and match stuff like this!"\n\n"Guys do you fucking <i>mind</i>?" Skooma hisses from off to the side where she's sitting in her director's chair.\n\nYou and the dogman both blink, then glance towards the player. "... Sorry," you both chorus, before the kobold quickly aims his spear at your face again and resumes his threatening posture.\n\n"Uh, easy there, buddy," you try, deciding not to try moving anymore while that spear is pointed at your nose. "I didn't mean to trespass in your territory or anything, I just got lost, that's all."\n\n"Lost? What sidhe gets lost?" the kobold snorts... then frowns, reaiming the spear and brushing some hair away from your ear. "You're no sidhe, you're... a human? I didn't know there were even any on this continent!" He narrows his dark eyes, leaning in a bit. "Who are you among your own people, human?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You're, uh... a famous intellectual.|GGDog]]\n\n[[You're definitely a, um, a powerful warrior.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Just someone out on a little adventure, really.|GGDog]]\n\n[[You're just a normal girl, honest!|GGDog]]

You duck easily out of the way of the first swing, slipping around to her side. "Tell you what, I'll take it easy on you," you announce evenly.\n\nYou'll give her this, Ogredrive is actually surprisingly quick at wheeling on you and shifting to short, quick jabs, trying to catch you at close distance. Ah, not just a completely stupid brawler then. In fact as you continue dodging her punches, slipping side-to-side or ducking beneath them, her big red fists whiffing past your twintails or ears or head in general, you notice she's getting faster... not only are her punches coming at you faster and faster, her reaction time to your dodges and pattern are getting better, coinciding with the increased neural activity you can sense in her brain, gradually ramping up as more and more energy fires off. So that's why she's 'Ogredrive'... the more she fights the more overclocked her entire system gets. \n\nDoesn't do her much good when you suddenly go back to flicker-speed and drive your right palm into her stomach. For just a moment the furious flurry of activity all seems to stop, the barest instant of her body going still as it bends slightly, her yellow eyes widening. And then she flies backward, slamming into the wall hard enough to crumple the metal, her bare tits bouncing heavily several times before she comes to a rest.\n\n"Let me guess, 'It's not over'," you remark dryly as she grips the edges of the Ogredrive-shaped indention in the wall and starts to haul herself out.\n\nShe pauses with her mouth already partly open, and the scowl that was already on her face deepens. "I really fucking hate you."\n\n"That won't help you win," you note evenly as she rushes you again, but this time coming in low, using quick hard slashes of her hands, trying to catch you with her claws. Not a bad idea, since you were letting her just barely miss you with those punches a lot of the time. This time you actually respond by tapping your open hands against her wrists or the undersides of her hands, knocking the slashes off course or deflecting them entirely, keeping Ogredrive off-balance as much as anything, waiting for the little red sparks you see flashing in her mind to build up and spill over. And when they do she roars and grabs for your throat with both hands, too enraged to care anymore about how obvious and telegraphed the move is.\n\nYou swat her hands apart, sending them wide and her bent back slightly and off-kilter. You twirl to the side, your twintails flicking through the air, and lightly kick the back of one of her knees, forcing her to drop to both of them. One of your legs swings high in a perfect vertical splits, the crotch of your panties stretching tight over your pussy, before you bring your heel down on the back of her head, sending her chin rocketing to the floor to impact hard enough to dent it. She twitches, obviously stunned, her big red ass jutting up in the air, dark pink pussy framed between powerful legs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Finish the fight.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Start the fucking.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Admit her value.|FemPalV5x2]]

"DIE, FUCKING FURRY!" you shriek in automatic reaction to the sight of something not human, the sensible part of your brain snapping and reacting purely on unfettered rage against a world you have no control over.\n\n"FUCKING FURFAG GET OUT!" Sandra howls, grabbing up a metal bar from the torn-up bits of the bus.\n\n"REEEEEE IF I HATE FURRIES IT MAKES ME SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE REEEEEEEE!" Sally screams, curling her fingers in clawlike fashion as all three of you rush the offensive creature.\n\nThe mouse-woman's expression goes flat, and she actually rolls her eyes as you come at her. "Greater than, still fighting the war on furries, greater than, in the year of our lord twenty ex-ex," she mutters, before whipping out something that looks like a collapsible baton. She snaps it up, and you feel the rather unique sensation of your head bending to an extreme degree as the metal compresses the rubber making up your form with the force of her swing. Now, you'd think that being made of rubber would insulate you from electric shock, but apparently not since the crackle from the baton has you twitching and lurching, and then dropping to the ground to bounce and wobble as you settle. You can just faintly hear another set of impacts and then the thud of Sandra and Sally getting dropped as well before you lose consciousness. \n\nWhen you come to, you find that your bra and panties have been stripped off, and your arms and legs are bound with what looks like giant rubber bands. You seem to be at the bottom of a large metal cylinder, and you can feel another form pressed up against your back, presumably Sandra or Sally, who also seems to be bound the way you are to judge by her wriggling, her rubber skin squeaking against yours wherever it touches.\n\n"Golly, that wasn't very nice." You look up towards the top of the cylinder, where the mousewoman has leaned forward to look down into it at you. "All I did was say hello."\n\n"Furries are well-known to cause drama," you rebut, lifting your chin.\n\n"But you're the ones that attacked me!"\n\n"Because if we hadn't, you would have started drama!"\n\nThe mousewoman looks towards the reader. "I think we've carried this joke about as far as we can, goodnight folks." Then she looks back down in the cylinder at the lot of you. "Alright, well, since you can't be reasonable and you're obviously a hazard, I guess I'm just gonna hafta use you as raw materials for my latest machine. Admittedly I'd kind of been hoping to get enough rubber together for it," she continues as she lifts a control box and hits a button. "So I guess thanks for being insane."\n\n"What?!" you yelp, with Sandra and Sally similarly voicing other demands. Then you can feel the heat building all around you as the metal floor and walls of the cylinder warm. You struggle and squirm, trying to stretch the rubber band enough to get it off, but it's wound around you too many times and is too tight... and soon you find that it seems to be stuck to you, melted into your surface. You continue to squirm and buck, until you slump against the floor of your prison... only to find your cheek and hair spreading further and further across it, similarly to every bit of you touching the metal. Your blank rubber eyes widen, and you try to lift your head, only for the rubber to stretch gooily before you're pulled back down, your body continuing to slowly, steadily melt against the hot surface.\n\nSurprisingly, melting doesn't hurt at all... actually as the warmth suffuses your body, and you spread out more and more, you feel more of that same pleasurable sensation you were feeling whenever you rub up against something, since you're touching even more of the metal surface. Similarly your rubbing and squirming up against Sandra (wait, how do you know it's Sandra now) is producing lower, squelchier noises, your bodies sticking together more and more, until you're fairly certain your round purple ass and her pert green one have started melting together. You wiggle a bit, but are distracted as you become more and more aware of Sandra... not just her body against yours, but her thoughts, her feelings, the pleasure she's experiencing as the two of you melt together, your bodies losing shape and definition as they spread across the floor and up against the walls of the cylinder. Gradually you become aware of Sally's thoughts as well, since she must be getting melted up against your, uh, her, uh, Sandra's other side, and your orange, no wait, purple, you're the green one, no you mean you're the purple one...\n\nWith your thoughts swirling together and around the other two's, you more and more lose track of which person you originally started as... were you Amanda, or Sally, or Sandra? Either way all three of you are increasingly distracted by the warmth and pleasure suffusing your now gently wobbling liquid forms, like a constant lowkey orgasm that just goes on and on and on, gradually washing away other thoughts and making the confused jumble of your identity even harder to focus on. It doesn't help as you have three different pleasured reactions to three different stimuli as a trio of tubes are lowered into the still separated colors in the vat, making it feel like nine orgasms at once as suction starts and part of you is pulled up and through the hoses. Somehow you're aware not only of being in the vat, but also of being inside each of the tubes, the pleasure of each overlapping with the other, and then magnified again as material from all three tubes is poured into a mold. You can feel that part of you filling up the lines, slowly solidifying again as it cools. And then the mold is opened, the part of you that's now a swirled purple, green, and orange dildo being removed.\n\n"Golly! It did come out really pretty after all!" the mousewoman chirps, stroking her hand over the still-warm but firm and solid surface, sending little shivers of pleasure through all three of your minds and echoing off of each other. "Mmm, still warm. Well, never gonna get a chance like this again!" she chirps as she sheds her coveralls and settles into a chair, slender legs spreading as she brings your dildo-part in to stroke the tip back and forth along her slit, teasing herself into readiness, letting you both feel and see and taste every bit of that moistening pink pussy even as you slosh in the vat, and even more of you is suctioned up and pulled into the tubes, moved toward another mold. So even as you feel that hot, wet tightness gripping you pleasurably as you're slid inside the mousegirl's pussy, you're also cumming from flooding into the shorter, more squat mold, filling it out, SandraAmandaSally's climaxes all rolling over one another and echoing off of each other as you're pumped in and out of that wet, hot tight tunnel and cool inside your mold and tremble in your vat.\n\nEventually the dildo is pulled out and set aside, and the other mold is opened. Your short, broad form is pulled from it, and you have the sensation of cold, slick lube being spread all over that part of yourself, almost completely engulfing that aspect of you, before a pert ass below a long mousetail, and then a puckered asshole, fills that aspect's view. And then you're tasting-feeling-seeing that rosebud spread open around you, being engulfed in the hot darkness of her rear hole even as the part of you that is the dildo can see her bent over, moaning as she presses the butt plug into herself. You feel her ass squeezing and moving around you as she walks back to the chair and settles in, and then the dildo part of you is being slid back inside her as well, both external halves being engulfed in the warm darkness of her body, though one part of you is pumping in and out of her, fucking her even as you're actually completely powerless to move or speak.\n\n"Ohhhhh these are really good," she moans as she pumps you into her cunt, her hips wiggling to work you around inside her ass as well. "Golly, I think I might have found my first really profitable machine!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|CheerForest3xEnd]]

Okay, you kind of have to admit you want to summon the unicorn just to summon the unicorn. You may be one of the top bitches of your school and a powerful dark elf now, but inside you can't help but squeal like a six-year-old as you scoop up the opal figurine in both hands, turning towards the wide empty space in the center of the study. You calm yourself a little bit, then push magic into the figurine, calling, "I summon thee!"\n\nYou wince and jerk your head at the incredibly bright flash of rainbow light from ahead of you. At the sound of an equine snort and a hoof pawing at the floor, you look back and open your eyes... then open them wider. That girlish part of your heart flutters (and maybe some of the more womanly parts of you flutter too) at the sight before you. The unicorn is closer to the size of a Clydesdale, tall and strong-looking, with sleek fur so white it literally glows even in the subdued light of the room (or maybe to your elven senses). Its hooves are made of... it looks like white marble, with thick, curly tufts of hair above them, and its mane and tail are both long, luxurious, and have a thick wave to them, a faint rainbow wash of color flickering across them like the surface of a soap bubble. Its black eyes turn towards you, and it looks like they're filled with starlight... the starlight that glows from the long horn growing from its brow.\n\n"Preeeettyyyyyyyyyyy," you can't help but coo, your eyes sparkling.\n\n"Mmm, yes, indeed," the unicorn replies in a deep, smooth masculine voice, giving his head a toss to shake his mane. (Now that you look... oh boy it's definitely a him. Those heavy hanging balls and sheath are somehow just as beautiful and immaculate as the rest of him, and yet you can't help but have a few decidedly impure thoughts as well.) "My, that's certainly a much nicer greeting than I usually get by the owner of that particular figurine. Much more appropriate."\n\n"Ah... Lauriel probably makes a big show of being unimpressed, huh?" you say, yanking your gaze back to his face.\n\n"She does. It's disgraceful the way she treats me... summoning me up to clip my mane or take shavings of my horn or milk me for my seed, and all the while acting as if she were doing no more than trimming a plant! As if I were nothing more than some... farm beast!" he snaps, thumping a hoof in agitation again.\n\nIt's actually taking you a second to get past the fact that unicorn jizz is apparently a spell component or something, and you quickly shake your head to get back on the same page. "Ah, right. So that's sort of why I called you here. I want to get back at her for the way she's mistreated me... it's not too different from the way she's mistreated you."\n\n"If I could, I would have done it the first time she summoned me," the unicorn says with a gusty sigh. "Unfortunately, she is technically a virgin, and I cannot properly act against her with my considerable magic until she is not."\n\n"Okay, but what about, just like... y'know, stabbing her?" you ask, pointing at your forehead. "I mean, sorry if that's offensive, I don't know if..."\n\nThe unicorn snorts and gives a shake of his head. "No, that is indeed one of the things it's for. Unfortunately any intent to do harm to her is forbidden as well. I have to take my solace in occasionally trodding on her feet by accident. It's happened twice in the century or so she's been mistreating me." Still, from the longing in his voice it's clear he's savored those two times ever since.\n\n"Huh. I get it," you murmur, rubbing your chin. The unicorn can't actually do anything to her as long as she's a virgin. Then a thought strikes you, and you glance up at him in worry.\n\nPerhaps having guessed your thought, he snorts a bit. "You still count. The definition of virginity we unicorns use is very specific. Penis goes in vagina. Everything else doesn't count. You're safe, and have not given me reason to harm you in any event."\n\n"Oh. Thanks," you answer, smiling. Then your smile turns devious. That means the solution to the problem is obvious!\n\n<hr>\n[[You can take Lauriel's virginity.|MeanDrow]]\n\n[[He can take Lauriel's virginity.|MeanDrow7x2]]

It kind of annoys you to pay $5000 and then be handed a supposed certificate of authentication signed by a fictional character. You're not going to be able to rest well until you find out if, and just how badly, you've been cheated. You climb into the car and pop open your contacts list.\n\nLet's see, you know a guy named [[Rory|BuddyOct]], his dad owns an extremely successful pawn shop that carries a lot of high-end goods. You wouldn't say you're close friends with Rory, but he seems an okay guy, though you hear a lot of people complaining that his dad is some sort of ripoff artist who pays people less than their items are worth. (Which... you're pretty sure that's how buying stuff you intend to resell works? But people do get really worked up over it.)\n\nThen there's your cousin (though not blood-related, so... step-cousin?) [[Miles|BuddyOct]], who works for a famous TV show, Antiquities Travelogue. You don't know Miles well, but a lot of people seem to trust what they see on that show... after all, it's on a TV network funded by the government, surely you can trust <i>that</i>.

"I'm really, really sorry," you say, shamefaced as you turn back towards them. "Somehow I've misplaced the candy bowl. I really do have it, honest, just I need to find it, and..." You trail off, glancing around helplessly.\n\n"Aw, seriously?" the vampire groans.\n\n"I really am sorry. I mean, I'll go look for it, and if you come back later I'm sure I'll have found it by then, I promise!"\n\n"I dunno if we'll be able to come by again," the other boy says in a slightly grumpy tone. "So I guess we don't get anything."\n\nOh no! You can't bear to put a stain on what must be a kid's favorite holiday! You have to figure out something to do and fast! Quick, give them-\n\n<hr>\n[[-money.|HollyOct1x2]]\n\n[[-a flash of boob.|HollyOct]]

Hm, probably best to go to Hinako's mother. Things are much more likely to go smoothly if she doesn't feel like she's been bypassed and thus decides to shoot your plans in the foot out of sheer contrariness.\n\nOnce Ken has finished and headed out for the day and you've done the dishes, you call up Mika to arrange your little get-together. Best to go in something nice but not too nice, don't want to act like you're trying to show her up when you just made a casual chat date. So you put on one of your nicer pairs of mom jeans and a snug, thin long-sleeved shirt (without much of a scoop in the front) and head down the street.\n\nMika isn't all that unlike yourself, with much the same curves (but obviously less so in the chest), and dark purple hair pulled back in a ponytail, save for some long falls over her shoulders. She welcomes you in, and the two of you settle onto her sofa for tea, chatting amiably about nothing really until Mika finally speaks up. "I get the feeling you didn't just want to come over for tea. Is there something on your mind?"\n\n"Well, I'll get right to the point then," you answer, leaning forward to set your own cup down before straightening up and resting your hands on your thighs. "I think it's high time that Ken had a girlfriend. Especially one that he can look forward to most likely marrying at some point in the future. I think Hinako would be an excellent match for him."\n\n"Hmmm." Mika rubs her chin a bit thoughtfully. "It's true Hinako has never had a boyfriend. And she'll be sixteen soon... only nine years after that and she'll become an old maid unlikely to get married, after all. It would be nice to have her at least start dating, or even arrange a marriage for her." She continues to look thoughtful for a few moments, then lets out a little huff. "But I don't know, Marei."\n\n"Why? Is there something wrong with my Ken?" you answer with a motherly huff of your own.\n\n"No, of course that isn't it. I'm just a little on the fence about the whole idea, I suppose," she hedges, glancing away. "I want to do what's right for Hinako, after all."\n\n<hr>\n[[Point out the benefits.|Marei3x3]]\n\n[[Offer to pay a dowry.|Marei4x1]]\n\n[[Beg.|Marei]]\n\n[[Demand.|Marei]]

Centaurs are pretty close to human, except for the whole "horse lower half" thing, that probably wouldn't raise too many objections. You flip to the section in question, and raise your eyebrows at several rather more graphic illustrations than you'd normally expect from an official product. Sure, they might usually sneak in the occasional flash of monster or statue nipple, but these are bare-breasted female centaurs standing about like it was nothing. My my, they're getting more daring! \n\nThat impression only grows as you continue reading. Apparently centaurs generally prefer to go about as naked as possible, considering clothing and armor a pointless human affectation. Furthermore, apparently because they're a 'mixed' race, sometimes the sexes of the upper human half and equine lower half can be mixed and matched! You snort a little, wondering if some pervy fantasy writer slipped a version of the book they made up in amongst the real ones for a laugh. Still, that might be funny to choose, just to hear everyone call you a pervert and laugh.\n\nApparently each of the different genders has different names they like. May as well start by flipping to the page with the name suggestions you want...\n\n<hr>\n[[Female names.|GGCentaur1x1]]\n\n[[Shemale names.|GGSMCentStart]]

Ah, the most magical night of the year. Some people lose that sense of Christmas eve wonder as they get older, but not you. That feeling of pure joy is wrapped up in shiny paper beneath the decorated tree in your heart, just like it is every year. You've got a nice crackling fire to warm your feet as you sip on your cocoa. A plate of sugar cookies is already sitting on the hearth, and there's a frosty glass of milk sitting in the fridge. (Yes, you're a full-grown adult who owns her own home, and you still leave milk and cookies out for Santa. Suck it!) Tomorrow you'll make the annual commute to Grandma's house, which amusingly enough will indeed take you over a river and through some woods.\n\nEven though you won't be spending Christmas day in your own house, you've of course got it decked out to the gills. The lights outside are numerous without going quite overboard enough to be "tacky", you've got a sprawling little miniature Christmas town set up, and of course there's the tree, glittering and winking with numerous ornaments, both heirlooms and just the ones that tickled you personally. Between your comfy seat and your decorations and the knowledge that it's Christmas Eve, you're wrapped up in a nice little cocoon of seasonal cheer.\n\nYou take another sip of your cocoa and glance over at the ticking clock on your wall. Hm, it is starting to get a little late. Time to make a decision, most likely...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to bed.|HollyXmas5x1]] Santa won't come if you're still awake, after all! Heheh, actually it's mostly that it's late and you've got that drive tomorrow.\n\n[[Stay up!|HollyXmas6x1]] It's one of your favorite nights of the year, enjoy it as long as possible!\n\n[[Get an early start on that drive.|HollyXmas1x1]] After all, if you go now, you can stop for coffee a few times and get there for breakfast instead of lunch.

By the time Doctor Fukher returns, you're being an obedient little slut-slave and sucking off whichever of your slave-mistresses isn't being sucked off by Fiviv at the moment. Beverley takes awhile to be smug, spanking you and slapping your tits and abusing you, which of course you get off on because you're a good little slave who knows her place is to be used and abused.\n\nThe next day she lays the first clutch of Raptarran infiltration soldier eggs, which hatch and grow to maturity in a matter of hours. And like the good little loyal slave you are, you bend over and spread your asscheeks for them on demand, moaning eagerly as they pound your tight rear hole since you're already knocked up. \n\nYour own pregnancy, as well as Fiviv's, progresses quite fast as well, and in only a few days you're twitching and shuddering through an orgasmic birth, your tits immense and so swollen with milk that they're constantly leaking even when not being suckled. Though they grow a bit slower than Raptarrans, still by the end of the day they've matured to late teenagers, the female ones programmed from birth to meekly serve the Raptarrans in whatever capacity they wish, the hermaphrodites similarly programmed to help their Raptarran masters oppress the human race. \n\nYou moan eagerly and buck your hips up and down like a whore, working yourself between the two cocks pumping into you, the one in your pussy one of your hermaphrodite daughters, the one pounding your ass with the pale blue skin and stubby horns that say that her dam was Fiviv. Nearby one of the Earthborn Raptarrans has one of your other daughters bent over a wooden bench, toying with her full tits as it pumps a load of eggs into her pussy. \n\n"It's a beautiful sight, isn't it?" Liz murmurs from where she's standing nearby, stroking her prick. Her belly and tits are swollen as well, belly round with a clutch of Raptarran eggs and nipples dribbling a steady trickle of white. "Our masters making more of themselves. Soon they'll launch a coordinated strike... within the first few minutes, every prominent figure of the Federation and Starbeat on Earth will have a Raptarran cock in their pussy or ass, and our masters will control this world. From there, the rest of the Federation will fall. I hope I get sent offworld to rape aliens. Hm..." She turns and kneels down in front of you. "What do you say to that, sow?"\n\nFor your answer, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out eagerly, your eyes pleading. Liz snickers, and moves to slide her cock over that tongue and down your throat, starting to fuck it just as eagerly as the other two are fucking your lower holes, her egg-swollen belly rubbing your face. The Federation might be doomed, but what does that matter to a breeding sow? You just want to get fucked and make babies, after all.\n\n<b>Fuck Trek</b> end - <i>Fuckpigs on the farm</i>

"I mean, what the heck is there to stare at?" you blurt out after the shortest of pauses. It's incredibly easy, almost relaxing, to let it happen.\n\n"JERK!" she howls, leaping forward and kicking you right in the gut. Oddly enough it's more like an extreme pressure than pain, the same when you smash through the ceiling. And roof. Huh. Probably happened so often that you're just used to it.\n\nYou continue rising higher and higher into the sky, before you level off and just keep going, zooming along like a little redheaded airplane, albeit not under your own power. (The Eric part of you is fairly certain this violates a number of laws of physics, the Ranma part of you is once again just used to this.)\n\nWell here you are again. You need to decide where you want to land pretty quickly, as you've learned from experience, at the sorts of speeds Akane can produce when she's ticked, a second or two can matter.\n\n<hr>\n[[Aim for the street where Ucchan's and the Nekohanten are.|FRanX22x1]]\n\n[[Aim for the woods outside town.|FRanX2x1]]\n\n[[Just let it happen, man.|FRanX1x2]]

Y'know what? You're just gonna ride this one out. Maybe you'll wind up in some other country entirely and never be able to get back to Nerima, that'd show Akane (somehow). Besides, it's sort of relaxing up here, once you get past the whole loss of control and acceleration and scenery whipping by in a blur beneath you thing. Sort of like drifting along on a river, just no water. Or riverbed.\n\nSo you just sort of relax into a vaguely crabwalk-like position and let yourself hurtle through the air. It gets dark fairly quickly... already late in the day, not really noticing the passage of time, or are you actually going that fast? Eh, who cares. Either way, it's full dark by the time you can feel your momentum decaying and that you're starting to gradually descend, starting to tumble end-over-end. You glimpse a gathering of lights and "quaint"-styled buildings that nevertheless all look new and well-lit... a resort town sort of thing?\n\nYou crash in through a large balcony window and thud to the floor, rolling until you catch up against the wall, your legs in the air and the back of your head flat against the floor. ... Nope, still didn't hurt. Geez, you need to examine your life choices. You wiggle back and forth until you can get out of your awkward position by rolling to the side and hopping to your feet, dusting yourself off. You look up to find yourself in the outer room of some really expensive hotel suite (damn rich people), and a guy in a loosened suit who's staring at you (oh, damned rich <i>companies</i> who... put their employees up in nice rooms... okay you've lost the thread on this). "Uh, hey. Sorry about that," you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.\n\n"It's... okay, I guess?" he replies, clearly still deeply confused. Stepping carefully around the broken glass, he walks over to you and looks you up and down. He's a little taller than average, probably early thirties, black hair cut short, black-rimmed glasses. Honestly he seems kinda... generic, like someone said "young Japanese sarariman" and conjured him up. Probably a little more handsome than average or something, but eh. At least between him and some of the signs you saw when you were coming down, you're fairly sure you're still in Japan. Or maybe one of the smaller islands.\n\n"Look, um, about the window..." You look at it, then raise a hand to signal your departure and start for the door.\n\n"Wait, wait!" You almost hurry up before he can demand you pay, before you notice him holding out a small can. It's unlabeled, but the color and size are about right for a canned coffee. "Uh, here... I don't know what happened, but that can't have been fun. Drink this, you'll feel better, it's something my company's working on."\n\n<hr>\n[[Free sustenance! Yes!|FRanX1x3]]\n\n[[Who're you, Alice in Wonderland? No thanks.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

Hey, score, you're pretty sure you haven't had anything to eat or drink all day. You accept the can and pop the tab, guzzling it down without a second thought. It's actually kind of cherry flavored and lightly carbonated, just a bit syrupy too.\n\nYou finish and toss the can over your shoulder before you think that might be sort of rude considering you already smashed the guy's window, door, whatever. Eh, you already did it, why worry about it? Actually, why worry about anything? You feel a sense of relaxation and peace settling over you, making you feel sort of sleepy and vaguely contented at the same time. Your eyelids grow heavy, settling partway down your eyes, your shoulders slumping a bit. You wobble slightly in place and then self-correct, uninterested in going anywhere or doing anything than what you're currently doing (IE just standing there). You don't resist as the guy takes you by the hand and leads you into the next room, where a handful of other similar sararimen are standing or sitting around.\n\n"Hey, guys, found us another test subject for our last night here!"\n\nYou must lose some time between blinks, because quite literally the next thing you know you're on all fours on the bed, settled atop one of the sararimen as he thrusts up into your pussy, another pounding away at your ass and a third pumping his prick past your lips and down your throat. You don't even remember them taking your clothes off! And for some reason you can't really think of why you would have a problem with this, either. You moan and grunt as your ass and pussy are fucked hard, starting to suck on the cock in your mouth more by reflex than anything. Your hips twitch, jerking up and down randomly against the pricks pistoning into your holes.\n\nThe guy fucking your ass reaches forward and grabs your wrists, pulling them back until your arms are at full extension, causing your tits to pillow more heavily against the chest of the guy doing your sopping cunt. That guy slides his hands up and down your thighs, squeezing here and there, obviously enjoying having you buck and writhe around on top of him. The one using your mouth decides to compensate for your lowered head by grabbing your pigtail and yanking back on it, making you give an 'mmf!' before you return to quagging and gulping at his cock as he stuffs it down your throat.\n\nYou're still in that weird, relaxed haze even as getting gangbanged sends several trembling orgasms rushing through your body, so you're not entirely sure how long they're fucking you. But eventually the guys in your mouth and ass pull out and scoot to the sides. The one underneath you lifts you up, guiding you into flipping over. Hey, you go along with it... why not? You brace your hands just under his armputs and set your feet on the bed, letting him guide you down so that his cock pushes into your already well-fucked ass. His hands grip your hips and start urging you to bounce on top of him, leaving your mouth free to moan and gasp this time, your tits bouncing rhythmically as you ride his dick.\n\nThe other two move back in, this time cupping your bouncing tits and closing their mouths over your nipples, sucking hard enough to pull some of the titflesh around them into their mouths. Your moans turn into gasping squeals as they both continue giving your breasts oral attention, one of them cupping your pussy and starting to finger you as you ride the cock in your ass, the other stroking up and down your flat, sweat-slick stomach.\n\nEventually, you're flopped onto your back on one of the beds, and rather than any sort of complex positioning the guys just crawl on top of you and start pumping away, plunging their pricks into your stirred-up pussy until they spill their load into you. One after another they pump into you like some sort of cumdump, and every time you clutch at them, wrapping your arms and legs around them and returning their sloppy kisses like some sort of fuck-addled slut. Whoever's not using you at the moment mills around the room, chatting amiably, smoking and drinking, playing cards as they wait for someone else to finish or their batteries to recharge.\n\nYou blink awake after not noticing when you passed out. You sit up slowly, wincing and putting a hand to your slightly aching head. Your whole body feels grungy and sticky, your hair oily, and there's a weird taste in your mouth. Your eyes widen as you gradually start to remember bits and pieces of what happened, and whip your head around to look for the molesters. But the room is empty, the only sign of them being rumpled sheets, full ashtrays, and a note on one of the end tables held in place by an energy drink can. A bit numbly, you lift the can and read the note.\n\n'Hey, thanks for being a product tester! Maybe we can get in touch with you for some more testing in the future! In the meantime, here's another can of what you had last night... really smashes those inhibitions completely, huh? Room's paid up for two more days, feel free to use it. Enjoy!'\n\nYou sigh and let the note drop, feeling humiliated and used. You feel a little twinge from your nether regions at that, and choose to believe it's just soreness from how thoroughly used they were recently. Head hanging, you get up and head into the bathroom, eager to wash off the remnants of your shame and this female form. You turn the shower to 'near scalding', wait until the water's sending up visible clouds of steam, then step in. Sighing luxuriously, you start rubbing the water over your breasts, feeling the gunk of mostly-dried semen starting to wash away.\n\nYou're halfway through the shower when you notice that you're still cleaning off breasts and curvy hips. Blinking, you look down at yourself, then at the faucet controls, then at the shower head. It's definitely hot water you're standing under... and yet you're still a girl!\n\n<hr>\n[[PANIC!|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Keep your cool!|FRanXPlaceholder]]

"Nooooo!" you wail, less in answer and more in utter denial, as you fly off as fast as you can while clutching your head. \n\n"H-hey, wait!" you can hear from behind you, but you're flying too fast and chaotically for Alina to catch up even if she tried.\n\nYou zig-zag about, spiral around, and in general put on what would be a showy display of flying if it were in any way intentional, but it's just an expression of pure panic, thoughtless and instinctive. Before you even realize it you've fled deep into some trees, the branches overhead getting more and more overgrown until it's dark all around you, the only light coming from the glittery red sparkles in your trail and the faint glow of your wings. You flit erratically between two trees, only to yelp as it feels like you've smached straight-on into a net, the world wobbling back and forth as you find yourself abruptly held in place. Grunting, you squirm and wriggle, trying to move your arms, but you're entirely stuck, and all your movements manage to do is get your shirts stuck harder and ride up, baring your newly pert butt and hairless pussy. You can also see just a little bit of a glimmer from the web you're stuck to, though it's practically invisible once you slump and go still.\n\n"Nyeheheheheheh!"\n\nYour eyes widen at that sound, and you raise your head to stair up as a faint vibration runs through the lines you're stuck to. A massive black and purple spider has stepped out onto the web and is slowly making its way towards you, six of its legs slowly moving it across the near-invisible webbing, the other two moving in a motion not unlike a human delightedly wringing its hands. \n\n"Nyeeeheheheheheh!" it continues to giggle fiendishly, your own horrified face faintly reflected in its domelike eyes as it draws steadily closer to you.\n\n<hr>\n[["Help! Somebody help!"|MiniEric6x2]]\n\n[["Calm down, gotta think..."|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Internal screaming intensifies.|MiniEric]]

"Wait, wait!" you yelp as he twists you around and lowers you into an almost bent-over position. "I didn't know! I'm not a fairy!"\n\n"Oh <i>really</i> now?" the bat-winged fairy says with a snort, though he's apparently intrigued enough to stop moving you for the moment, and investigate further. "You certainly look like one of Queen Tania's fairies, with your pretty glowing wings and hair, no tits and hips to speak of, and getting wet like a whore at the very thought of getting fucked, no matter who it is."\n\n"It's a spell! A spell! A fairy cast a spell on me and it did this!" you explain, trying not to whimper, both in humiliation and in arousal because yes, your body very much wants to get fucked, please, even as you desperately shove down the desire.\n\n"Unwillingly? That is quite a tale. Are you some chipmunk, or sparrow, or-"\n\n"Human! I'm a human!"\n\n"... Hm. Human, you say. I've never heard of such a thing." The male fairy goes silent, and for a few moments you hang there in his hands, quivering, partly with fear that he'll just go ahead and rape you and partly with hope for that very same thing. But instead, he finally shifts you and lowers you to your feet. He drags your wrists behind your back, holding them with one hand, until you feel something being wound around them. "Either you're lying, which means you've got a brain in your head unlike the typical fairy of light, or you're telling the truth. Either way, I think the queen will want to see you. Alright, pretty little red thing, fly along with me, and keep in mind... try to escape, and you'll find yourself meeting the same fate as that spider that wanted to make a meal of you."\n\nHe moves around to your side, his loincloth back in place and cock having gone mostly soft (which part of you is disappointed about, making you distinctly annoyed), and grips your upper arm. He lifts into the air, and after a bit of effort you follow, his own wings mostly motionless except for the occasional flick or shift, your own fluttering behind you almost like a bee's. He 'guides' you deeper and deeper into the dark forest, your eyes just barely able to pick out the trees and branches ahead of you... in fact it's pitch black in here, you don't think you should be able to see at all, but you can just manage now. Eventually he urges you lower, and you begin a descent as something comes into view ahead. It's a large clearing, apparently a man-(or fairy-)made one to judge by the large stumps that seem to serve as the foundations for a number of the buildings. It's like a large, rambling old-timey city, built partly out of wood and partly out of stone, buildings somewhat chaotically joined together to form streets and avenues here and there, but also in some places just left open, with the occasional curving ramps leading up to different levels of construction. Your captor seems to be headed for the city, so you can pick out that it's lit almost entirely by torches, braziers, and firepits, its inhabitants coming into clearer view as you get closer and then land at street level.\n\nMost of them seem to be fairies like your captor, with the inaccurate bat wings and pale skin. You continue looking around at them as he lands and starts nudging you forward to walk naked through the streets, seeing them looking back at you with smirks and sneers. Most of them have black hair like he does, many of them scruffy and wild, others with mostly straight or with it done in braids, or mixtures of all three, though some have streaks of other colors here and there, often in the bangs. Their eyes are black too, but there's variation as well... sometimes instead they'll have brightly-colored sclera, or pupils. And like him most of them are attractive and dressed in skimpy outfits that vaguely (or just outright) evoke bondage gear, like leather sling bikinis, or hot pants, corsets, leather straps. You spot a few different inhabitants... fairies with more dragonfly-like wings and brightly-colored hair, or males that look like humanoid animals, but all of these have collars around their necks and are keeping their eyes down as they walk.\n\nYou wince as the jeering and catcalls of the bat-winged fairies escalate to them throwing small berries and other bits of things at you, the refuse splatting against your skin, some of it thrown hard enough to sting. Your captor waves these off, snapping out an almost good-natured, "Quit it, I need to take her to the queen!", but even so the occasional bit of refuse strikes your naked body as you're marched through the streets towards your destination. Which turns out to be a massive structure built on the flat-topped trunk of a tree so large it must have been the size of a mature redwood when it was alive... it would have been big to you normally, now it's positively immense. And what's built on it is a castle, looming and rather sinister. Unlike all the other structures around, it's not a mixture of stone and wood, but almost entirely made of some dark grey rock, carved and smoothed out. The massive doors your captor leads you to have been gilt in dark black metal and swing open ahead of you to reveal a long, torchlit hallway that he forces you down. At the opposite end of it, another set of doors swing open, revealing what's obviously a throne room.\n\nHere the firelight from torches and braziers plays over statues and flickers off the sheen of gold and other precious metals. The whole place is filled with art... either statues of beautiful fairies, or of animal men like the ones you saw outside. The room is a little hazy with the smoke from the fires, the air thick, lending a more sinister aspect to the otherwise beautiful statues as you pass by the rows of them... especially once you realize that no matter what their poses are, whether they're in classical artistic poses, or in the throes of masturbation, jutting out tits to show them off or displaying massive stiff pricks, all of the faces display expressions of abject terror. But your gaze is quickly drawn to the front of the room as you approach.\n\nLounging on a throne that seems to be made of several stone statues of female fairies arranged together is what has to be the queen your captor mentioned. She's fairly youthful looking, to your eyes she couldn't be older than her mid-twenties, with long raven hair, with three braids of pure, pale metallic silver, a thick one in back and two thin ones to go with the long drapes of hair over her shoulders. Much like her subjects she's dressed in black leather, namely a leather collar with two flaps connected by silver rings that fall down over her large breasts. Leather wraps adorn her arms, and her bellybutton is pierced by a chain dangling with little charms. A snug leather belt rides high on her hips, with two very long black flaps of cloth attached to serve as an ankle-length loincloth, as well as high-heeled boots sheathing her legs. Her eyes are metallic silver, but a rainbow of colors plays over them like a soap bubble, and the pair of wings that she stretches out from her back at your approach reminds you more than anything of an old Disney Halloween cartoon that gave you nightmares, the imagery so strong that the bombastic tones of the classical piece the animation was set to play in your head. To either side of her are a pair of female fairies, wearing nothing but swordbelts around their middles and armor covering their legs and arms, otherwise displaying their breasts, nipples pierced by silver rings with tiny spiked chains draped between them, the lips of their pussies pierced and dangling little chains as well. Almost sprawled at her feet are a pair of youngish boy fairies, constantly worshipping her boots with their tongues, slender pricks stiff and constantly welling with pre at the tips as they writhe below her.\n\n"What's this you've brought me, Kyron?" the fairy asks in amusement, folding one leg over the other, forcing the boys to briefly pause before starting to lick different boots than before. "One of my sister's bimbos? I'd have thought you'd either raped her and be done with her or converted her, not drag her here asking for permission like a whelp."\n\n"This one is different, Queen Maab," your captor (Kyron by name, apparently) answers, shoving you forward a few stumbling steps. "She is either smart enough to lie, or something of an anomaly, so I thought it best to bring her to you. When I captured her, she said she wasn't a fairy, but that the spell had been cast on her apparently against her will. She said that up until then, she was human."\n\n"... Human?" Maab's glossy black lips purse, before she shoves her raised foot back and forth, lightly shoving the fairy boys away with it before she rises to her feet. Sweeping down the short flight of broad steps from the throne dais, her tits jiggling beneath the leather flaps, she comes to stand before you, looming head and shoulders taller. "I vaguely recall that word from some of the books taken from Tania. Alright, little red bitch, I'll have you answer a few questions. And know this well... in my domain, everyone is free to lie, cheat, and steal as they like, as long as they do not do it to <i>me</i>. So keep that in mind before you answer. Now, what is your name?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... Eric."|MiniEric6x4]]\n\n[["I, uh, don't remember!"|MiniEric]]

"Hellllp!" you wail, still thrashing around. "Somebody, please, help me!"\n\n"NYEHEHEHEH!" the spider cackles, apparently entertained by your cries as it looms up above you, starting to reach towards you with those two forelegs. Then it abruptly lets out a loud and surprisingly precise "BLARG!", its body shuddering and going stiff, then tilting and tumbling off the webbing like a dropped toy, giving you a brief glimpse of something gleaming and black sticking out of its back before it disappears into the darkness below.\n\n"Well well well. One of the stupid little fairy bitches wandered where she shouldn't and wound up in trouble, didn't she?"\n\nAt that voice from behind you, you manage to twist enough to see who's speaking. Hovering behind and a bit above you is... a male fairy? Except his wings are black and... not precisely like a bat's, but more like some cartoon impression of a bat's wings, more shaped and molded that way than fully articulated. His hair and eyes are both black as well, his muscular chest criss-crossed by a pair of leather straps, matching black bracers fixed around his forearms and around his lower legs, his only other garment a black loincloth draped over a significant bulge. He's just tucking the bow he's holding back beside the quiver on his back, and a shudder of fear runs through you as he pulls out a knife from the sheath attached to one of his chest straps. It's not alleviated much when he flits closer and wraps a hand around your neck, but at least he only cuts open your shirts and a few lines of web, pulling you free but very naked. You squirm and grip his forearm with both hands, resisting the urge to antagonize him by kicking your feet as he turns you around, holding you by the throat now as he flies over to land on a branch.\n\n"Tania's little idiots aren't supposed to come out here, it's your own fault if you do," he continues in an almost bored tone as he continues to hold you up by the throat, his expression cold. "I could have easily enough left you to that spider." Then, slowly, his lip curls up on one side in a smirk, though it brings no real warmth to his expression. "Still, I think I can put you to a bit better use before you meet your fate."\n\nWith that, having resheathed his knife, he reaches down to flick his loincloth aside, revealing his steadily hardening cock. Your eyes widen at the sight of it getting thicker and longer by the second, even as your body grows hot and your new pussy moistens, a few spatters of female arousal falling to strike the bark of the tree. But as he starts to lower you, strong hands gripping your neck and leg to twist you into position, you get a handle on your strange reaction enough to call out.\n\n<hr>\n[["Please, no!"|MiniEric7x1]]\n\n[["Wait, I'm not a fairy!"|MiniEric6x3]]

"Her name was Alina," you growl, scowling darkly. After all, Alina's the one who got you into this mess by not even being able to tell you were a guy. This is all her fault anyway, so she can just deal with any consequences that come of it herself. "Blue hair, yellow clothes."\n\n"Ohhhh, finally you show me some real fire," Maab practically coos, bringing her fingers up to brush her lower lip with a smile. "And it burns around throwing someone else to this wolf pack. My my, I think you might actually have a future here. ... Hm. So you were male before you had that spell cast on you, were you? Kyron." She waits for him to step forward. "Get your sister. Have her lead you to one of the pools of darkness. I want you both to properly cleanse this one."\n\n"Yes, Queen Maab." Kyron turns towards you, and after a moment draws his knife and cuts your hands free. "Come on then, this way," he says, turning and making his way back the way the two of you came. Not seeing that you have much choice, you turn and follow him.\n\n"Um, what's a pool of darkness, and what does she me-"\n\n"Don't prattle, I'll forget you're not one of Tania's bimbos," the tall fairy snorts with a glance at you. Once you've faded sheepishly into silence, though, he explains. "Pools of darkness are an important font of power for us... their location is kept secret, known to only a handful of the queen's mages."\n\n"Oh. People she trusts closely?"\n\nHe lets out a snort at that. "Maab doesn't trust anyone, you'll learn that. But people she knows have enough reasons to not betray her that she can mostly count on them to be wise with their decisions." This time as the two of you exit the castle, he lifts into the air and you follow, flitting about more directly. A few fairies still jeer and start to throw things, but this time Kyron snaps at them to knock it off, and after the first time or two they quit. "But the pools of darkness are one way to change someone into a proper fairy. That's the gift Maab is giving you, she must expect good things."\n\n"O-oh," you answer. "But, I'm already a fairy, right?" Not that you really wanted to be, but. "Will this just change my wings or...?"\n\n"It's more than that. You'll be stronger, more powerful, more... suited... to life here." Kyron descends towards one of the wooden houses, and you follow. He doesn't bother with knocking, instead just shoving the door open and bellowing, "Kona!"\n\n"What?!" comes the snap back as you hesitantly follow Kyron in. The interior looks like a weird cross between a living room and an apothecary's shop (or at least what you assume an apothecary's shop would look like). Cluttered, a bit messy, and there's a long workbench spanning almost all of one wall. Bent over said workbench is a female fairy, the very short black cloth skirt she's wearing riding up to give a complete view of her pale pink pussy and the glittering green jewel at the base of the plug inserted into her pucker. After a few wiggles of her ass she straightens up and turns towards you still holding a few vials, a scowl on her face. Other than the skirt she's wearing a black leather strap around her breasts, and tall black cloth gloves that leave her fingers bare, matched by her black stockings that bare her heels and toes. Curling, rune-like tattoos cover her sides and go all the way up her neck to mark her cheeks, her face pretty but lent a harsh aspect by her dark eyes and the tattoos, her hair past-the-shoulders and scruffy. "I'm busy. Why are you dragging some trash-smeered winged ditz into my lab? Go fuck her somewhere else, I have things to do."\n\n"What you have to do is take us to a pool of darkness," Kyron replies in an amused tone, folding his arms over his muscular chest. "Maab wants this one bathed in it."\n\n"What? Why?" Kona asks, her face blank. Then she shakes her head and interjects before he can get into it. "Y'know what, not now. You wouldn't say anything that stu-... you wouldn't use the Queen's name if it weren't true, you're smarter than that. Fine, fine." She pauses, then eyes you. "But she can't go like that. Just because it's a pool of darkness doesn't mean you can treat it like a septic tank. She needs to wash that crap off. While she does you can explain what the hell this is all about."\n\nKyron glances aside at you, noting calmly, "Up the stairs, on your right. I assume you've the brains to figure out a bathtub."\n\nNodding a little meekly, you turn and make your way up the stairs, the sound of the siblings starting to talk quietly to one another starting up behind you. Deciding you shouldn't wander, you take the door as said and find yourself in a fairly normal, if perhaps slightly antiquated in some ways, bathroom. The tub is a large stand-alone thing made of what looks like copper... actually you can very faintly make out some markings on it, was it a coin at one point? Or maybe a few of them melted together and then shaped into a tub. But there are two handles on the plain metal pipe that leads up to a spout, so you fiddle with them until you figure out which is the hot water and start letting the tub fill. As you straighten up from a check, you take a closer look at the shelf above it with a row of bottles. They all have handwritten paper labels attached to them that don't make it very clear what they do, but maybe they could help you get clean? Or just make the bath nicer, you've already had a rough day and you're not exactly overly enthusiastic about what's apparently ahead.\n\nYou pause, then glance towards the window. Actually, with that in mind... you could try to escape. You've got the time, they won't look for you immediately...!\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the "Super Relax".|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Use the "Worry Forget".|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Use the "Soap".|MiniEric6x6]]\n\n[[Go out the window.|MiniEric]]

"My name's Eric," you murmur, barely able to resist the urge to cower before this simultaneously sexy and terrifying being.\n\n"Hm. Certainly not a fairy name... it's similar to what the animals of the forest might use, but then I don't typically credit them with a lot of inventiveness either," Maab muses aloud, leaning in almost nose-to-nose with you. Your eyes widen, then you let out a soft, frightened mewl of arousal as one of her hands comes to rest on your stomach and slowly slides down, pointed black nails brushing across your skin with just barely enough pressure not to scratch. "And she hasn't given in to the Fairy Warmth yet either. Generally if it's one of the forest dwellers who wants to become a fairy, they proceed to that right away. And I don't sense any lies... very well, for now, Eric the former human, I'll believe your tale." She slips her hand back up, making you let out a harsh gasp as she briefly pinches one of your nipples roughly, then slides her hand up over your collarbone and shoulder... then rather deliberately pricks the side of your neck with one of her nails. "There. I've negated the Fairy Warmth, since it wasn't settled in yet. Don't want you getting distracted as you tell me your story."\n\nIndeed, as she turns and makes her way back to her throne, you feel your arousal quickly cooling... although without it, she and the throne room are all the more intimidating, leaving you resisting the urge to tremble in place as the light haze of smoke swirls around her and the minute undulations and twists of her wings as she turns and settles back into her seat. This time she lays a hand on the fairy boys' heads, guiding them closer in so that they can lick at her bare inner thighs as she lets her legs splay open, displaying that the cloth falling against her crotch is thin enough to thoroughly outline the lips of her sex. "So? Tell it," she commands, gleaming silver eyes narrowing a little. "The story of how you came to be in this place. And if you leave anything I might find relevant out, or lie to me, you will wish you did not."\n\nSwallowing heavily, and trying to ignore the ominous room, the naked guards, the sex-boys, and Kyron looming behind you, you focus on putting together the tale. Obviously you don't want to tell your entire life story, that would probably just annoy and anger her, so you start with, in brief, you running away from home and deciding to go to an amusement park by bus. You can tell by her frown and the faintest furrowing of her brow that she doesn't know what some of the things you mention are, but she doesn't interrupt you. You continue on to trying out riding a giant animatronic hummingbird ("like... a hummingbird, but it's all... clockwork?... inside", which she thankfully seems to understand, her brow smoothing as she gives a small nod), and how it burst from its moorings and crashed through the building to fly through the air. How everything got larger and larger around you, until it landed on a flower and you could jump off. How you were then found by a fairy, and apparently via a misunderstanding she turned you into both a fairy and a girl.\n\n"And then I panicked and flew off, and hit a spider's web. And then Kyron... um... saved me, I guess?" you add, tossing the male fairy an uncertain glance, since he did in fact do that (for a certain value of "saved").\n\n"I see. An odd tale, but I find some things about it... interesting," Maab admits, the thin lines of her eyebrows arching. "In fact, I think I will want to hear some more about this human world from you, once I have looked for those books. Which means you'll be staying here with me." Her shiny black lips curl, obviously noticing the brief moment of shock and fear on your face. "Oh you are right to be afraid, Little Red, for you have wandered into a den of wolves. But how much fear you should feel is up to you and how valuable you prove to be... and how loyal. We will begin simply. Tell me the name of the fairy who you met." At your blink, she continues, "I'm sure she introduced herself, yes? Friendly little outgoing thing. Tell me her name. Now."\n\n<hr>\n[[No way!|MiniEric]]\n\n[[If you absolutely have to.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Okay.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Gladly!|MiniEric6x5]]

Yeah, using concoctions you're really not sure of the meaning of and purpose for in what's apparently an alchemist's house is probably not a smart idea. Nor is trying to escape from two of the scary queen's apparent elite servants. Pouring out some of the sort of oily stuff into your hands and smearing it over your juice-and-muck-smeared body, you then shut off the water and clamber into the tub, sighing a little as you sink down into it and scrub some of the garbage off of yourself with your hands. Besides, you think as the hot water perks you up a bit, Maab seemed to think highly of you... maybe you could go far here, after you go through this ritual. What was it she said? 'You're free to lie, cheat, and steal, as long as you don't do it to me'? Kind of dangerous, but also the sort of place where you don't exactly need a college education to be successful.\n\nYou pad down the stairs once you're cleaned and dried off, blinking a little at the sight of Kyron and Kona on the couch, Kona up on her knees on it and leaned forward, bobbing her head over her brother's cock. After a few seconds you clear your throat, and she gives a soft 'mmf' as she raises her head and looks over, Kyron looking unfazed by either you catching him getting a blowjob from his sibling or by you interrupting it. "Good, much better," Kona says as she stands up, dabbing at the corner of her mouth with her fingertips as Kyron stands up as well, his cock gradually growing soft as he tosses the flap of his loincloth back over it. Kona turns to pick up a belt ringed with vials in little holders and fastens it about her middle. "We're ready, then. Kyron, be extra careful about making sure no one's following us, it will be harder to hide our path when we're flying with a glowbug."\n\n"I will, I will," he replies evenly, beckoning you to follow as they move towards the back of the room. Kona bends down, once again flashing her (now wet) pussy and bejeweled plug at you as she shoves aside a rug and hauls up a trap door. Once you and Kyron have dropped into the cramped wooden tunnel below, Kona flutters partway down and pulls the trap door shut after herself, plunging all of you into a darkness that's lit only briefly by a red glow as your wings give a nervous flutter. Kona takes one of the vials and shakes it, making it glow as brightly as a camp lantern, and briefly hauls on a thin line that's to one side of the trap door before she gestures everyone forward. The tunnel quickly changes from wood to earth, though it's so tightly-packed that it might almost be mistaken for stone, even though in the wan light it doesn't look like clay. It wanders back and forth for awhile, until finally it ends, the ceiling above stone instead of earth. Kyron lifts it up a bit and peers around, then beckons the two of you on as he shoves the rock aside. The three of you emerge into a darkness that seems even blacker than the forest you were in earlier... the lack of light becoming all the more oppressive as Kona gives her vial another shake to shut it off, the dark closing in all around you.\n\n"Alright, let's go. Stay close to us, and don't look anywhere but ahead," she says quietly. "I don't want to go back to Queen Maab and tell her that you were eaten."\n\n'By what?' you almost ask, before deciding you probably really don't want to know. Instead you try to stay as precisely between the two siblings as you can, looking right where you're flying. You can sense more than see the massive, looming old-growth trees ahead of you, often naked branches jutting out towards you like massive claws frozen in mid-swipe. But you do feel like you're being looked at sometimes... there's a palpable sense of something here. Or different things. But they're all hungry. Or starving, even. Starving as they stare at you and quiver in the night, just waiting for you to look at them and acknowledge they exist before they pounce. But mindful of Kona's warning, you just keep looking ahead, doing your best to refuse to admit the things in the dark are there, and by the time Kona shakes her light-vial again you're descending towards an old tree stump. This one has been hollowed out to a ring, and inside is... it's like a hole in the world. While the darkness around you is still oppressive, it at least rolls back like it should in the presence of the light of the liquid in the vial, or the fluttering of your wings. But this stuff... it's just black. Not even like ink... the light of the vial doesn't even reflect off of it as Kona holds the vial out over the surface.\n\n"Here we are."\n\n"I... I have to get in that?"\n\n"Mhm." Kona flashes you a smirk, then plucks another vial off of her belt and offers it to you. "Drink this first, though, and give it a minute. This will prep your body for the pool."\n\nNodding uncertainly, you nevertheless take the vial and unplug it, then drink down the odd colorless liquid inside. It doesn't taste like... anything. You never quite realized water had a distinct taste of its own until you drank something with literally no flavor at all. The very strangeness of feeling something liquid pass over your tongue and be swallowed down your throat with absolutely no other evidence, not even temperature, makes you cough and splutter briefly once you've got it all down, as if your body were rejecting the stuff's existence. You look at the vial, then stare at it as you abruptly become both extremely aware of how the glass feels against your skin, and disconnected from the fingers that are feeling it. You lift your head, trying to focus on Kona and Kyron standing in front of you... all your reactions to them, all the attraction to their bodies, all the fear of their imposing nature and cruelty, all the lust for the casual power they wield, they wash over you like a near-literal wave, and at the same time you're drifting far above the body that's being hit by that wave. You're extremely aware of how hard your nipples are, how wet your pussy is, so hot and eager that it's almost to the edge of orgasm as it is, and yet you've never been more calm and in control in your life.\n\n"Good, looks like it took effect pretty fast," Kona says with a smirk. "Okay, go on."\n\nYou nod, letting your hand open, the vial clattering to the stump and going rolling to the side as you turn towards the pool of darkness. Your first few steps actually see you walking across the surface of it, ripples that are virtually imperceptible due to the lack of reflectivity spreading out from your soles. But your next steps have your feet sinking in, and the further you go out, the more of your body slides below the black liquid, the cold warmth of it gradually swallowing up your legs, rising over your hips, slipping up your middle and over those stiff nipples, and ever more steadily over your head as you fearlessly walk forward into nothing.\n\nYou find yourself drifting, not quite falling and not quite floating, and yet doing a little bit of both. You blink a few times, even though there's nothing to see. You feel different... not quite the strange disconnected extreme awareness of before, you feel much more normal. And yet you realize you should be terrified right now, having walked into blacker-than-black water over your head, but you're not. \n\n<i>Fear is a thing that only happens in the world of the living.</i>\n\n'Oh. Am I dead then?' you think back to the... voice? It's not really a voice, it doesn't really sound like anything... and since it doesn't sound like anything, you can't say whether it's male or female, obviously. It's more like the memory of words you read suddenly being in your head, without the memory of reading those words.\n\n<i>No, but you're in a place beyond life and light. There are many places like this, this one just happens to be mine.</i>\n\n'Who are you?'\n\n<i>Who can say? I might have had a name once, or many. I might have been worshiped by civilizations or I might never have been found at all. That's what it means to be unseeable... without being seen, no one can truly define you. You might be everything, or nothing. Meow.</i>\n\n'... Meow?'\n\n<i>It's a little joke I like, though explaining why is more difficult. But I haven't had one of you in a long time. A human, that is. That is what you are, isn't it?</i>\n\n'I was. You know humans?'\n\n<i>I do, even if these days I mostly have truck with fairies. Fairies are somewhere between humans and me. Things of nature but apart from it as well. Independent observers are important. They help define things. Fairies also help push things forward a little, and it's why it's important to have both kinds of them.</i>\n\n'Both kinds... good and evil?'\n\n<i>Good and evil exist insofar as the independent observers judge them to exist. Like concepts such as 'mercy', 'justice', 'cruelty', and 'kindness', nature makes no real value judgements. What you do either helps you survive or it doesn't. And though all creatures may occasionally act in ways beyond this, it is the independent observers who are slightly apart from nature while existing amongst it that give these acts names. 'Love', 'sacrifice', 'pettiness', 'idleness'. Like humans, fairies think for themselves... but they embody only certain aspects of nature. Yes, to an outside observer, the fairies of the light are good, and the fairies of the dark are evil. No need to quibble over that. But tell me, human, what happens to the forest if trees never die?</i>\n\n'They just keep growing forever, I guess?'\n\n<i>Yes. They get larger and larger. They need ever more nutrients, which they suck out of the soil and draw from the rain. As they get bigger they need ever larger amounts of those nutrients. They begin to choke out the other plant life... grass and bushes do not grow, new trees do not sprout. The animals exist only to subsist on what the trees choose to make themselves, and for their bodies to fall to the floor and become new nutrients for these same monoliths that their ancestors a million years ago fed. If no tree ever dies, the forest never grows in any way but upward. And this does not happen in nature. Lightning strikes, avalanches, bug infestations, boulder falls... a tree can and should die in many ways, and return itself to the forest floor to feed the trees of the future.</i>\n\n'... I think I understand,' you allow after a timeless period spent floating there in silence. 'The fairies of light are like... the nutrients, trying to keep everything alive. The fairies of the dark are the lightning strike.'\n\n<i>Broadly. Life and death, not good and evil. Birth and growth. Death and decay. Both are necessary in nature. The fairies are just a representation of that... the broad meanings of the phases of life, wrapped in form and given the chance to make choices and act on their drives. And so life becomes kind and helpful, and death becomes cruel and greedy.</i>\n\n'They all seem to like sex though,' you point out, recalling your brief interaction with Alina.\n\n<i>Wellllll, that's sort of inevitable when you give something a life of its own and awareness of its own fun bits,</i> the darkness replies, and even though there's no real way for the memory of voiceless words to have a tone, it still seems very amused somehow. <i>But those are all part of the package. Which part do you want?</i>\n\n'Huh?'\n\n<i>You were brought here to be made into a fairy of darkness. If you were meeting me in different circumstances, I could perhaps turn you into a fairy of light, or any fairy at all, or even a human. But right now it's a fairy of darkness, and you can choose what aspect of that you want the most.</i>\n\nYou start to ask what aspects it means, and yet, somehow you know. It's less an answer and more... something you just need to nudge yourself towards...\n\n<hr>\n[[Sex and depravity.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Violence and death.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Cunning and machinations.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Magic and power.|MiniEric]]

Bargain bin is often the way to go for feeling obliged to buy something. Besides, a place like this, it might be more than just the same three items all jumbled together. You walk over to the tall cardboard box (just big enough to bend over a bit) and start rummaging around, looking through the mixture of loose costume pieces and accessories. \n\nOne of the first things you find of any interest is a purple hooded cape, though it's labeled as an '[[Invisibility Cloak|GGMCE]]'... hm, well, if a cloak is something other than a hooded cape you don't know enough to argue the difference, really. You're kind of surprised by the plain purple color, with a label like that you'd expect it to be all... Harry Potter-y. Seems to be pretty quality though, actually full length if you put it on and not some cheap fabric as thin as a piece of paper like a lot of costume capes.\n\nYou also find a pair of strap-on [[angel wings|GGMCE3x1]] with a clear plastic harness. They're not exactly huge and majestic, but they are decent-looking, with mildly realistic white faux-feathers that don't seem ready to drop off if they're breathed on hard. They could make for at least a couple of mildly ironic or self-deprecating selfies at the very least.\n\nSimilar to those are a pair of shiny blue and gold [[dragon wings|GGMCE]], though they're more plush and squishy. They're a little cutesy for you, but they're even cheaper than the angel wings... and admittedly you think they're kind of neat. And they are pretty close to being cyan blue, so that sort of draws you to them even more.\n\nThere's also a gray T-shirt with black text reading '[[Professional Monster Girl Trainer|GGMCE4x1]]' in a circular logo around the outline of what seems to be a lamia with huge boobs. You know several guys that would probably love this shirt... actually, to be perfectly honest you kind of love this shirt yourself. If you buy it you'll probably keep it, but if you don't you can always tell your friends about it and where they can get it.

Without a word, you step forward and wrap your arms around Dancer's middle. The height difference means you pretty much have to rest your head on her breasts, but you do so without embarrassment, instinctively tucking your head to avoid poking her with your antlers. You can feel a little stiffness of shock at first... but then she relaxes and wraps her strong arms around you as well, squeezing you against her.\n\n"I'll do my best to make you proud," you say quietly, tightening your arms briefly.\n\n"... Good job so far," Dancer says, that powerful voice seeming a little bit thick as she pats your back. After a moment the both of you step back, and Dancer clears her throat. "Alright, let me show you the way home."\n\nThe two of you step out through a door and into the open. The snow is thick on the ground here, but only by an inch or so... you'd expect much worse conditions, especially since it is the North Pole after all. But the cold isn't too bad and the snow is drifting down gently from overhead, where the night sky is lit up more brilliantly than you've ever seen it. You stare up for quite awhile as the two of you walk, then ahead as you notice lights. There are a number of houses in a very loose cluster, with lots of space between them... in fact they only really look clustered at all because there's so much space out here. They look a little odd, and as you get closer, you realize that because they're as wide and long as a decently-sized private ski chalet might be, they're much, much taller, giving them a stretched-out look.\n\n"You must have a lot of questions," Dancer ventures as you start to get closer to one of them that's closer to a mountain than the rest.\n\n"I... guess, but only one comes to mind at the moment," you reply, tilting your head. "I heard Santa call a few of the names I know, but he also called names like 'Hercules', and there was that 'Pounder' guy. I kinda wonder why, well, you and Donner weren't on the team tonight?"\n\n"There are more than eight of us, obviously. Basically a small town's worth at least," Dancer replies as she steps into a break in the snow, a shoveled walk... that largely seems to have been created just by shoveling snow out from a path in front of the house, since it's just packed tundra underneath. "Santa cycles through everyone who's in sleigh shape, except the lead obviously, who's always been Rudy for the last eighty years or so considering his gift that you've inherited. Probably partly what went to his head," she adds in a mutter as she turns the knob and pushes open the door. The interior is simple, but extremely cozy and homey, with a very understated Christmas theming that makes your heart happy as you step in out of the snow. "So you'll probably practice with just about everyone, and Santa will announce the chosen eight in late August or early September so you can all buckle down and study."\n\nYou're not sure what 'studying' for delivering presents on Christmas Eve involves, but you suppose that you'll find out eventually. You stop on the indoor mat and dust some snow off yourself, glancing around. No wonder the ceilings are so heigh... between Dancer's actual height and her antlers, they have to be, especially to give her roughly as much clearance as an average height human would have in a place with tall ceilings. "So where's, um... 'Dad'?" you ask as you shut the door behind you.\n\nDancer pauses on her way towards what looks like the kitchen, then sighs softly and turns towards you and rests her hands on her hips. "Donner is out celebrating with some of his friends, and likely hasn't even heard about the situation with Rudy yet. And I'd advise you not to call him that, until if and when he says he's alright with it," she adds, just a bit of pain in her eyes. Then her eyes warm and she actually smiles some as she says, "Feel free to call me 'Mother', or even 'Mom', if you like, Holly. I don't mind."\n\n"... I guess that old claymation cartoon didn't get everything wrong, huh?" you say quietly as you follow her into the kitchen.\n\n"... Unfortunately no." Dancer's voice is quiet as she opens a cupboard and takes down a pair of foil-wrapped cubes, setting them on the counter as she takes out a pot and rests it on the stove. "Donner... is not always the most understanding male. Rudy's difference, and his failure to fit in with the other boys, they didn't sit well with a big, strong reindeer's reindeer like Donner," she continues as she unwraps the cubes, revealing that they're made of chocolate that she rests in the pot. Keeping her eyes on her task, she waits until after you've taken a seat at the kitchen table before she continues. "So they didn't get on. Never did. Of course, Donner was very proud when Rudy was chosen as team lead... but I suppose that it's in a way unfortunate that the real Rudy wasn't as simple-minded as the darling little creature in that cartoon," Dancer says dryly, shaking her head. \n\nAs she starts stirring the chocolate, she looks over at you. "He saw his father's 'I like you now that you're useful and beloved' hypocrisy for what it was, and never let him... or the others who'd bullied him, forget it." She looks back to the pot, quiet for a moment more, then says, "To be honest, that's probably where things started to go bad. He was a sweet boy, once, even if he was so sad about being bullied. The fact that everyone suddenly flip-flopped and started sucking up to him, and he could see right through it..."\n\n"... Yeah, it's not a shock he'd use the opportunity to rub their faces in it," you murmur quietly.\n\n"Which went over with Donner about like you'd expect," Dancer says, dryly now as she pours the chocolate into a pair of mugs and walks over to set one in front of you, sitting down as well. "Of course in public he was as proud a papa as he could be. In private he found fault with Rudy wherever he could, trying to puncture that ego. Which just made Rudy respond with more ego, and more passive-aggressive bragging about how he'd achieved what his father never had."\n\n"... I promise to try and not let anything go to my head?" you offer quietly after several sips of your hot chocolate.\n\n"Heh. Well, you've had a different life than Rudy, so... maybe this is a way for all of us to start over. Him, you, us." Dancer goes quiet, looking out the window for a long time as the two of you drink in silence. Finally though she sets her cup down. "You probably ought to get to bed, you've had a long day, and Vixen will no doubt be dropping by tomorrow to yap at you. I'll show you to your room."\n\nShe leads you upstairs, to a door that you're surprised to see has a carved plaque reading 'Holly' on it, complete with carved holly vines around it. They can't possibly have worked that fast, so it must be Santa's magic that's responsible. Dancer opens the door and gestures you in, and you step inside to take a look around. It's a lot like you'd expect of a bedroom, with virtually everything made out of pine wood, a dresser, desk, wardrobe, and full-length mirror. You're a bit surprised to see that instead of a bed there's a large pile of loose hay in one corner, but, well, you guess there are some allowances to being a reindeer.\n\n"Goodnight, Holly, get some good sleep," Dancer says as you walk over to take a seat on the hay, bouncing a little to judge how packed it is. "Tomorrow's a rest day, but after that is a big day too."\n\nYou blink and look up at her. "Oh? What day is that?"\n\n"We start getting ready for next Christmas," she answers as she steps back, flicking the light switch off as she closes the door.\n\nYou stare into the darkness for a moment, then laugh quietly to yourself as you undo your bikini bottoms and harness. Of course.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|HollyXmas]]

You feel some anger stirring in you, your nose actually glowing a bit brighter as you stop squirming and square your shoulders. "Now listen here!" you snap back, looking up at the reindeer who just spoke and meeting his gaze unflinchingly. "I may be new, but I am the team lead! I'm not trying to have an ego, but I'm not going to just get... pushed around by you guys either, no matter how much of a rookie I am!"\n\nYou can see most of them bristling (literally), smirks turning to scowls. You take a deep breath and brace yourself as a few of them start to lean in, before a voice from further back says flatly, "Is there a problem here?" The voice is a bit low, but obviously feminine, and from the very first word every single male reindeer freezes, several of them actually widening their eyes in rather obvious fear. Quickly they step back from you, the ring opening up to show a reindeer taller than any of them... and with a more muscular build, despite the fact that a pair of huge furry boobs are propped up and pressed together by her folded arms, the fronts of them covered by a green leather bikini top. Her antlers are particularly impressive, their prongs decorated with a number of what look like small Christmas tree ornaments of snowflakes and bells.\n\n"... No problem, Dancer," one of them says after clearing his throat. "Just, you know, teasing the rookie a bit."\n\n"I see." Dancer slowly makes her way towards him, the ornaments on her horns clinking and ringing softly. All of the other reindeer (except you) quickly go scampering away from him, leaving him frozen in place and looking like he's barely resisting the urge to hunch in on himself as she approaches, standing at least a head taller than him. "Teasing."\n\n"Just a little teasing," he says quietly, trying for a sheepish smile though it shakes a bit.\n\n"Because you know how I feel about <i>bullying</i>," Dancer says evenly, though the emphasis she puts on that word makes him flinch. "Don't you, Pounder?"\n\n"... yes ma'am..." Pounder replies faintly, giving a tiny nod, as if afraid any more motion would draw reprisal.\n\n"Good. Keep it in mind," she continues, briefly raising her gaze to where the others are clustered, all of them nodding emphatically to show that they understand she's talking to all of them. You almost shrink a bit yourself as her intense gaze turns to you, though she straightens up and seems to deliberately relax her shoulders, hands moving to rest on her toned, furry hips. "Holly?"\n\n"Um, yes ma'am."\n\n"I'm Dancer. Come with me." She turns around, displaying an equally toned if still somewhat generous rear in her green leather bikini bottoms, heading for a door on the other side of the hangar. With one last glance at the others, you hurry after her. "Santa called ahead and told me about the situation," she continues as the two of you start walking along a long, warm wooden hallway. "I'm Rudy's mother."\n\n"... Oh," you acknowledge a little quietly. "... Um. I'm sorry," you add, since you're not really sure what else to say in the face of that.\n\n"It's fine," she replies evenly, though letting out a gusty sigh. "Rudy obviously hadn't been happy for awhile, though he acted smug enough for three reindeer. They seem so different, but in the end he's his father's son," she adds, rolling her eyes a little. "Or was. Now we have you."\n\n"... Um?" you stop in place, staring at her until she stops as well and turns to face you. "Me?"\n\n"Yes. Santa told you he switched you and Rudy's roles in the world, right?" At your slow nod, Dancer continues. "Well that means you're Holly the Red-" She briefly flicks her eyes down to your chest before focusing them back on your face. "-Nosed Reindeer. He was the son of Dancer and Donner, so now you're the daughter of Dancer and Donner. It's our job to look after you and hopefully raise you up into a proper reindeer capable of being a role model to the ones to come after." She hesitates, then sighs and raises a hand to rub at the side of her neck. "And hopefully do a better job than we were doing with Rudy. I don't know where we went wrong, really." She shakes her head, eyes closing briefly before she continues. "But. If you can't stomach that, then we can find you a place in the reindeer dorms to stay, and it can be strictly business between us."\n\n<hr>\n[["That... seems for the best."|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Hug your mom.|HollyXmas10x6]]

"Strong," you say a bit dazedly, staring right at those washboard abs.\n\nThe orc woman stares at you for a moment more... before slowly her lips curl upward in a wolfish grin, showing off a lot of white teeth (some of which look to have been sharpened) and a bit more of the two short tusks jutting up from her lower jaw. Before you can really react she reaches down and grabs you by the shoulder, hauling you up... and setting you on your feet again.\n\n"For a pinky you sure know what ta say ta a girl," she declares in a fairly deep voice, before letting out a short bark of laughter. "Just what you doing out here, pinky?"\n\nSeveral lies occur to you, but you're still a little dazed by the sudden turn this has taken and can't really manage anything but the truth. "I wanted to explore the ruins, but I alerted the orcs and then they were all over me, so I've been running all night."\n\nShe lifts her brows again, then lets out a snort. "Fukkit then, the menfolk won't be pissed if you don't escape. C'mon then, this way. Ah wait... gimme that there," she says, reaching over to snatch the cloth out of your hand.\n\nYou blink as she folds it, but decide not to resist as she ties it into a blindfold. A large, strong hand folds around your now empty one, and you're tugged forward. "Where are you taking me?"\n\n"Home," she replies with another chuckle. "Don't worry, pinky, you're not gonna wind up in the pot, we've got more flavorful stuff than you already stored up. I'mma get ya safe, fed, and bunked down, 'cause plenty of us'll have a hoot imaginin' Big Poppa turnin' brown with fury over not bein' able ta find ya."\n\nO... kay. It sounds like you may have discovered your enemy's enemy, and they're turning out to be marginally friendly. "Ah... I'm Eric."\n\n"Are ya? Alright then, pinky, I'm Lun. Now watch yer step... ah, right, y'can't, rock in front of ya."\n\nWith your eyes covered, you're a bit more aware of the sound and smell of the woman next to you. It's definitely... thicker... than other girls you've smelled before. There's sweat and something musky and just almost rank, but also a little bit... sweet, or maybe spicy? It's hard to say, especially since you're smelling a lot of your own sweat (and you think a bit of blood) at this point. Lun continues to give you other various instructions as you head along, and you can eventually hear a few quiet sounds of what must be a camp... fires crackling, people moving around, even a few murmurs and calls that Lun just answers with grunts. There's the sound of something being moved, and Lun's order to duck as you walk ahead, before she tugs you to a halt and pulls the blindfold off. You blink, but at least you're not blinded... it's mostly dark in here too. Some sort of tent, or tipi more like it, with a mismatched patchwork of cloth and hide sewn together and early morning sunlight seeping in through the seams. There's not a lot of room in here for more than a small pile of belongings including a waterskin and a pile of straw.\n\n"There's some jerky in the bags if ya don't have anything on ya. Get a bite and a drink and some sleep, pinky," Lun declares before stepping back out.\n\nYou're left standing there coming to grips with the fact that you've been rescued... or is it taken captive by someone else? Well, you're not exactly eager to find out just this moment, you're exhausted. You sit down and almost reach for the bag next to the waterskin, then hesitate. From the state of this tent and Lun's clothing and weapons, you get the sense that whoever they are, they don't exactly have a ton to spare. Digging out some jerky of your own and your own waterskin from your pouch of holding, you rather mechanically force yourself to eat and drink before flopping over onto the straw and passing out.\n\nWhen you come to, you don't feel a lot better than when you went to sleep, in part because your scratches from before are now itching. Doing your best to ignore them, you sit up and look around, then after a moment of waiting decide to try going outside. You push aside the flap, standing and stepping out as you do, blinking in the late afternoon sunlight.\n\nAs you thought, you seem to be in the middle of a camp, and a fair-sized one too, albeit not any of the tents or structures you can see are any more grand than the one you spent the morning in. Everyone here seems to be an orc woman, from around your own age (albeit all taller and more muscular than you), to a handful who have streaks of grey in their black hair (albeit still as toned and firm as Lun herself). There are about a dozen in immediate view, either resting or working on things like crude arrows or scraping hides, or tending the fires. Most of them are dressed in simple cloth stuff like Lun was, though some lack tops and others lack bottoms, and a few are even going around completely naked, showing off taut, oily green skin in the warm afternoon sun. You blush a little, trying not to stare, and at the same time not sure where else to look. You've definitely been taken to an orc camp... the female orc camp? Didn't Lun say something about 'the menfolk' almost like they were a whole separate... tribe, or something?\n\n... Speaking of Lun, maybe you ought to find her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go looking on your own.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Go ask.|EricMF3x5]]

As you finally start catching your breath, you take a few deeper ones, then let one out in a long rush. ... No, this is your own fault. You untied Rudy and let him go running off. You almost ruined Christmas. Santa was right... since you're the one who created the problem, it's up to you to solve it. And you can't just sulk your way through it... this is Christmas! You have to do the best job you can! You straighten your back and square your shoulders, leaving your tits jutting out proudly once again and shining their near-literal headlights into the night. You'll show them who can... reindeer!\n\nWhen Santa emerges from the chimney and returns to his sleigh, he snags the reins and gives them a shake. "On Pounder, on Bruiser, on Holly!" This time at the sound of your name you immediately burst into a sprint for the edge of the roof, feeling the harness yank taut on you much faster and more firmly than before. You noticed there was a shaky little drop the last time as you ran off the edge, so this time you shove upwards as you get to the corner of the roof, launching yourself up already at an angle and pulling everyone up and away. This time there are no whipcracks striking your ass, but because you're kind of anticipating them you notice a faint tug on the leather straps attached to your harness. Letting yourself be turned by them, you bank around, heading for a set of low clouds in the distance. The light from your nose (and nipples) luckily cuts through the murk of the clouds, and you're able to show the team the way through them, and down through the cold blowing winds to the next roof.\n\nOver the night you keep trying your best, paying attention to what works and what doesn't. It's tiring, but you get the feeling that you're doing a good job at least, to judge by the way Santa seems peppier as he hops off the sleigh to do his deliveries as the night goes on. You almost jump when you get a pat on the shoulder while he's in a house, and turn a bit to see one of the reindeer behind you offering you one of those waterskins like you've seen in fantasy movies. Nodding gratefully, you accept it and pop it open, downing a goodly amount of... apple cider? Oh, well, still, cold and quenching and it helps. You pass it back after a moment, shoring yourself up as Santa returns.\n\nAfter a dozen or so more deliveries (at least it seems like, they all seem to blur together), Santa emerges from the chimney, but rather than going back to the sleigh, instead approaches you. "Well! We're almost done for the night, but I must say, Holly, you've done an amazing job! You may have originally wound up guiding my sleigh by making a problem, but you improved more in one night than Rudy did in a decade! I daresay in a few more Christmases you'd be doing a better job than he ever did! Which is why I'd like to offer you that chance!"\n\n"I... what?" you ask, blinking.\n\n"Yes, why don't you take over the role of lead reindeer permanently? Rudy clearly hasn't been happy with it for some time now, so I'll trade his role for yours. What do you say? Not only a truly rewarding vocation... helping make Christmas happen... but you'll get to live at the North Pole, where it's Christmas Eve every day! Oh, and immortality, you'll get that too," he adds a bit absently. "But there are many, many benefits to being one of my reindeer besides that! So what do you say? Holly, with your nips so bright, won't you guide my sleigh tonight? And every Christmas after?" he adds, offering you one mittened hand.\n\nYour head spins a little. You're being offered the chance for a holiday nut like you's dream... living a life to make a holiday happen! And... giving up your normal life to be a reindeer girl, who hauls a sleigh around practically in the altogether. It's hard work, but... you think of all the children that got presents because you were here, and... oh gosh, what do you do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|HollyXmas10x4]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HollyXmas]]

Your eyes actually start to wander down towards his crotch just to see what might be involved, before you yank your head back up and blurt, "No, we can't!" Clearing your throat, you step back and tug a few times at your clothes to make sure everything's in order. "I mean, we can't just leave Santa in the chimney, we have to get him out right away!"\n\n"Boring," Rudy huffs, shaking his head. "Sorry, gorgeous, I haven't gotten any human pussy in about fifty years, I'm not missing out on a perfectly good chance now," he announces, turning and walking to the edge of the roof.\n\n"What?! Hey, wait!" you squeak, reaching out towards him.\n\n"Bye~!" he calls, just before leaping into the air and soaring off, leaving a trail of twinkling sparkles in the air behind him, a surprisingly bright swath of red light proceeding him. \n\nYou stare after the departed reindeer with a slack jaw, before turning to look at the other eight, who all shrug in near-unison. Apparently they're not at all surprised, and not particularly inclined to be helpful. While you're still furiously trying to think of what to do, you hear a sudden <i>pop</i>, and jump a little as Santa suddenly lands on the rooftop beside you. "Hoo! Been awhile since I got stuck, I almost forgot that little trick!" he chuckles cheerfully, patting his belly. "Oh my! Merry Christmas, Holly, I..." Santa trails off at your horrified expression, then slowly turns his head to look towards his sleigh... which is missing its lead reindeer. He turns back to look at you, his naturally jolly face now stern. "Holly, what did you do?"\n\n"U-um, well, Rudy said... he said if I untied you, he'd help me get you free," you answer sheepishly, squirming in place. "... but he just ran off..." you add, deciding not to add his stated reason why.\n\nSanta lets out a long huff. "Well of course he did. He was such a sweet little boy when he first started out, but look at him, just a mere eighty years later and he's turned into quite the rebellious teenager."\n\n"I'm sorry, Santa," you whimper. "Will... will you be able to call him back, or go on without him, or...?"\n\n"There are several very obscured areas I have to pass through to complete my deliveries," Santa announces gravely. "But Rudy will have flown off wherever he likes by now, and I don't have the time to track him down. I'm afraid that I'm going to have to insist you replace him."\n\n"... Buh?" you murmur, your brain just refusing to process that comment.\n\n"I try to be understanding, especially at Christmas, but in this case the need is great. As the person who caused this issue, it simply makes sense that you be the one to rectify it, so I'm afraid I'll have to insist," Santa explains, clapping his mittened hands together.\n\nYou draw back a little, then yelp and cover yourself with your hands as your clothes abruptly disappear, leaving you standing naked on the rooftop. Then you're overcome with the urge to squirm as a strange, soft, ticklish sensation runs all through your body. You look down at yourself, your eyes widening as you watch creamy fur sprouting from your front, darkening to the color of lightly-baked gingerbread as it moves to your sides. "H-hey!" you protest, then mmf as you feel a strange pressure in your face and at the top of your head. You pull your hands up, leaving your newly fuzzy crotch and tits bare as you reach up to touch your face, feeling it press out into the same sort of short muzzle that leaves the other reindeer with such a humanish expression, although yours does feel more slender and tapered. At the growing weight atop your head, you reach up to feel the velvety antlers pushing out from amidst your hair. A bright light starts up in front of your face, and you're unable to help crossing your eyes as your newly velvety and largely flat nose starts glowing brightly. Then you feel a fullness and tingling lower down and lower your head, staring as your nipples puff up, areola growing thicker and plumper, and starting to glow bright red too. You can even see some red light shining out from amidst the cream-colored fur now covering your crotch!\n\nFrom nowhere a pair of red bikini bottoms appears and wraps around said crotch, leather side-ties making them skimpier than the ones the boys are wearing magically knotting themselves high on your hips. You let out a rather reindeer-ish snort of shock as a jingle-bell harness wraps itself around your chest as well, crossing between your tits in an X, hefting them up high and jutting them out rather proudly. You give another yelp as the leather ties from the sleigh rise up, wiggling in the air a bit like snakes before they dart forward and attach to the back of the harness, hauling you back into place. You're still standing there, a little numb with shock at your transformation into a reindeer-girl, as Santa moves back to climb into the sleigh.\n\n"Alright! Now, we're already a bit behind schedule, so let's see if we can make up some time! On Comet, on Hercules, on Holly!"\n\nYou shift nervously, glancing over your shoulder, wondering if it's too much to ask for that you can at least get like a Christmas-themed leather bikini top or something. "... um...?"\n\nSanta heaves another sigh. "Oh dear. I haven't had to use this in quite awhile, but I suppose with an utter newbie on the team there's not much help for it." You see him rummage for something in the sleigh, and come up with it a bit out of sight. Then there's a crack, and you yelp loudly as the tip of a whip impacts neatly on one of your asscheeks, just where the bottoms aren't covering it. "ON HOLLY!"\n\nYou take off running, really more out of pure instinct than anything else, feeling the straps from the sleigh go tight and the weight on the harness at your chest. The harness doesn't do much to provide real support, though, your big furry tits jiggling and bouncing, their glowing red nipples swinging merrily as you go hurtling off the edge of the roof, and as much to your surprise as anything else, go soaring into the sky. You squeak as the tip of the whip impacts on your ass again, your buttock flexing as you twist around, instinctively moving to turn the sleigh and guide it on the path Santa wants. Several more times along the flight, that whip goes whistling through the air and cracks you on the ass, making you obey its subtle commands without question, feeling the cold wind whistling across your fur, stroking your bare body and breasts. Luckily it doesn't seem to be uncomfortable, despite your lack of coverage... in fact your nipples feel warm, the snow doing little but making them feel damp... as if you constantly had a pair of mouths wrapped gently around them about to begin suckling and licking. Getting your ass whipped, having your nipples stimulated as your tits jiggle all around without discomfort... you wonder if anyone can see that you're blushing under this fur?\n\nEventually the whipcracks guide you down towards a rooftop, which stretches and elongates to become a proper runway as you come in for a landing. You slump a little, huffing and panting as Santa dismounts from the sleigh. He pats you on the shoulder in passing. "There there, you've done well so far. Even Rudy's first landing was a bit rougher than that." Then he hops up the chimney and dives down it without another word.\n\nYou can feel all the other reindeer staring at you... well, maybe leering at you, you think, straightening up and folding your arms across your bare tits, resisting the urge squirm in embarrassment and thus shake your ass (especially since it's still stinging a little from a few of those whipcracks). This is so embarrassing, and humiliating, not to mention hard work! While you don't seem to be getting any sort of frostbite, or soreness from your tits being unrestrained and bouncing, you definitely feel the exertion from running through the sky, and it is cold... not to mention the stimulation from your (glowing) nipples, and the inside of the bikini bottoms rubbing against your pussy as you move. No wonder Rudy ran off!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to just get through it.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Try to escape.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Try to do the best you can.|HollyXmas10x3]]

"Uh, how about I just untie one of you? Like you? Then we can get Santa out together," you suggest. "I mean, I don't... want to hold him up having to redo everyone's tether, right?"\n\n"Hm, well, guess that makes sense," Rudy agrees so easily that you can't help but be a little suspicious. But he just smiles winningly and turns to show you the back of his harness again. "So, if you would...?"\n\nNodding a little uncertainly, you step forward and reach up to the harness. The leather straps are surprisingly soft and supple, and really it only takes a few tugs before they're slipping off. Rudy immediately stretches his arms and rolls his shoulders, though, as if a weight had been taken off of him. "Mmmm! Thanks a ton, gorgeous, it's always a rare treat to get to do a bit of walking about on Christmas night."\n\n"I'm glad you're enjoying it," you reply, trying for neutral but unable to help smiling a bit. "Well, let's get Santa out," you note, turning to walk towards the chimney... only to squeak and jump as Rudy's hand slips out to give one of your asscheeks a firm, obviously deliberate squeeze. Blushing furiously, you whirl around, to find him standing very close and giving you that charming smile. You swallow hard, suddenly remembering one of the reasons those former boyfriends were so often successful at talking you out of your panties no matter how annoyed you were... they were all really hot, and you can't help but find smug grins sexy. Rudy may be a bit, ah, different from the rest due to being taller, having antlers, and covered in fur, but he's still really handsome, really sexy, practically naked, and giving you a truly smug grin that has your pussy almost dripping already.\n\n"C'mon, what's the rush? We've got plenty of time," he practically purrs, reaching out his hands to rest them on your hips and rub slowly. "Tell you what, why don't we have a little Christmas quickie? Just you and me... well, and I guess the other eight watching, but don't mind them," Rudy asks with a quick glance at the chuckling team still tied to the sleigh. He looks back at you, big dark eyes gleaming as he looks into your own. "Once in a lifetime chance, a sweet little secret that will be all yours for the rest of your life."\n\n<hr>\n[["... yeah okay..."|HollyXmas]]\n\n[["... how about just a blowjob?"|HollyXmas]]\n\n[["... We can't!"|HollyXmas10x2]]

"I want you," you moan softly in his ear, and you feel his cock give a throb against yours in response. He tosses off the covers and pushes you onto your back, moving his body on top of yours and kissing you, hands stroking along your sides.\n\nUnfortunately, moments later, you hear a loud gasp that sends you both scrambling for opposite ends of the bed. You stare in shock and horror at Kevin's mother standing in the doorway, her mouth open as she stares in... well, probably shock and horror. Then her mouth closes and thins into a scowl, and she stabs a finger towards the floor in front of her. "Here, now." Both of you hurry over, adopting near-identical shamed stances with heads lowered and both hands covering your cocks. She looks you both up and down, then demands, "And how long has this been going on?"\n\n"Uh... just last night," Kevin mutters, since your vocal cords aren't unparalyzed yet. "I mean it just kinda... happened."\n\n"I see." The blonde woman stares for a moment more, then lets out a sigh. "Well. If that's the way it is, I guess there's no helping it. Which one of you is the girl?"\n\n"Uh, what?" you blurt, that finally managing to spur you to speech.\n\nKevin's mother stares at you again, though this time it's a 'How can you not know this?' stare. "One of you obviously has to be the girl," she says again, as if it were utterly obvious. "Now, you two are lucky Kevin's father and sister are out this morning, they might not be as understanding as I am about this, but I want to know who the girl is right now."\n\nYou cast Kevin a quick, desperate 'wtf is she talking about?' glance, which he just replies to with a 'dude my mom is crazy' eyeroll. You look back at her, seeing that she's obviously not going to take 'Neither' or 'It's not like that' for an answer.\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm the girl."|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]\n\n[["Kevin's the girl."|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]\n\n[["We both are."|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]

After a moment you shake your head and resume walking. In the end that seems more like just your standard haggling and outraged customer than anything else. That's not something you'd normally involve yourself in, so best to continue that trend. \n\nAs you continue walking along you eventually find yourself approaching the gate where you entered. Well, you suppose it's not surprising that you kind of wound up following landmarks that seemed a little familiar, and since you've only really been from this gate to the church other than your wanderings, it makes sense you'd wind up back here. As you approach, it sounds like there are two people talking... all male, from the sound of it, though there are two rougher and one a bit more soft.\n\n"But I've made this pilgrimage every year and it's never cost so much! I'm supposed to get a message from the city council if they raise rates and fees like that!"\n\n"Well it's a brand new tax," one of the guards says, with a bit of a sneer in his voice. "One for gate maintenance. We need to keep the gate in good condition, right?"\n\n"You look plump enough and richly-dressed enough, surely you can afford it, right?" Both the guards let out a bark of laughter as the man (who really does look quite well-attired, and there's a carriage nearby that looks expensive) flushes red. "What's the matter? Afraid you won't be able to afford a sixth helping of dessert?"\n\n"I am just coming to renew the vows of my religion, this is intolerable!"\n\n"Please, you're applying for a worshiper's permit but I bet you're coming in to sell. You're lucky we don't report you or have you banned outright, you sweaty little goblin. Now pay or run along!" one of the guards adds, jerking his body slightly towards the man and making him jump.\n\n<hr>\n[[Intervene.|GGMonk1x15]]\n\n[[Move along.|GGMonk]]

Okay, for having accidentally gotten knocked up, obviously you'd want to go to a doctor... when you go through nine months of pregnancy in the two hours after getting knocked up, which occurred in the basement of a supposedly haunted house in front of a demonic altar, maybe it's time to get the Lord involved, you have to admit. Wincing a little, you push off of the fence and waddle your way towards the church a few blocks down, puffing and gripping your swollen stomach.\n\nYou're a little surprised to see that not only are the front doors open at 5:30 AM, but someone's already inside. You're actually not sure what denomination this place is, but the man standing in front of the cross at the front is a fairly young, good-looking guy with short brown hair, wearing a white collar and a black hybrid coat/robe... honestly he's dressed a little bit like Neo or something. When he turns and walks towards you, a lifetime of the internet has conditioned you to expect at best pity, at worst a fire and brimstone lecture about how you're a whore and going straight to Hell any second now. Instead he just gives a gentle smile. "Good morning, child, how may I help you?"\n\nYou open your mouth to speak, then shudder as a rush of pleasure runs through you, a thought springing full-formed and slamming through your brain. 'Suck his cock.' You quiver a little at the strength of it, not unlike how it felt last night just before you did the same to Jack. 'Suck his cock, he probably has a big, thick cock that would feel so good in your mouth, it would taste so good, suck his cock, suck his cock, suck his cock...'\n\n<hr>\n[[Suck his cock.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Control yourself.|GGHH14x4]]

Holy crap, you have to get to someone who can do something about this! Struggling to your feet, you almost topple over with the shift in weight, but manage to stand. You briefly consider trying to find something to cover yourself, but you're pretty sure even the largest of your hoodies is still too small to stretch entirely over your... pregnant... belly. All you can do is shift your jeans enough to manage to button them in a lower position on your hips, then waddle out the door, still doing your best not to make noise despite having to lean on the wall.\n\nYou struggle out the door and down the sidewalk before you realize that you don't really know where you're going. Who exactly could you get help from?! You pause to lean against a fence, huffing, making yourself think. Okay, first of all, there's [[your family doctor|GGHH]]... that's who you'd go to about a pregnancy, right? Though this is... definitely not a normal pregnancy. Actually considering how it happened and how fast it happened, maybe a more metaphysical solution is necessary, like going to a [[church|GGHH14x3]]. Not exactly your usual thing, but maybe a leap of faith is kind of necessary here.\n\nThe only other thing you can think of is the other half of this equation, [[Jack|GGHH]]. Obviously he's (part of) how you got into this situation, he should have to do something to help, right?

You really, really, really need someone to help with this. You pray fervently for help, worrying your lower lip with your teeth and keeping your head bowed as you can feel the sun starting to warm you through the window.\n\nThen you raise your head and blink as a strange energy fills the air. The rising sun has come up enough that the entire cross is backlit by it, the window glittering and shining with its designs. In the fall of light around the cross, there's a brighter set of lights coalescing, little glittering sparkles of pure white that all draw together, and then 'burst' outward into a slender figure wrapped in white and gold cloth. He appears in his early or mid teens, with long, amazingly golden hair. He spreads a pair of feathery white wings behind him to catch the sun's gold and silver light, his beautiful lips curled in a smile as he opens his eyes, which are slowly fading between every color you've ever seen anyone have.\n\n"Rejoice, for I am Shotiel!" the almost stereotypical angel says, raising his hands, sunlight gleaming off the golden bracers around his wrists. "I have come in your time of need, to answer your prayers, and assist you in the name of the greatest of all the gods!" He gives his wings a little flutter, then lowers his hands, leaving one up and giving it a little waggle. "Hi, John!"\n\n"Hello again, Shotiel," the priest says with a smile, nodding genially to the angel. "I suppose you understand the situation?"\n\n"I do." The angel turns to you, looking your shocked, staring face up and down, then pointing. "Though you have never come to the great god before your time of need, and you have allowed yourself to be swayed by the forces of evil, our Lord will not turn his back on you! You have in sincerity asked for help, and it shall be given! But hereafter you must devote your life to the great god and spread his word!"\n\n"... Seems fair?" you manage, smiling a little wanly.\n\nShotiel just stares at you for a moment... then laughs. Or, well, more like giggles, putting a hand over his mouth. He's actually way cuter than he is handsome, you realize. "Well! That's an honest answer, and a smart one too! Yes, it is only fair!" He flaps his wings lightly a few times, resting his hands on his hips. "Alright then! We shall have a purification ceremony! Please remove your clothing."\n\n"Er... okay," you answer, standing up and hesitantly peeling off your shirt. Your enlarged tits almost flop against your belly when they're freed, milk leaking steadily from the swollen nipples and running down the curves as you undo your jeans and push them and your panties down, trying not to lose your balance. It's rather embarrassing to be naked in front of a priest and an angel, especially in your state, but you guess it makes sense for a purification ceremony.\n\n"Good, good, don't worry, we'll soon destroy that demonspawn inside you!" Shotiel chirps.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well that's a relief!|GGHH]]\n\n[[... destroy?|GGHH14x6]]

"Look, I just don't think you understand," you explain in an utterly reasonable tone, putting a hand to your chest. "This is all a big mistake anyway. I'm just a very social creature, you see."\n\n"Oh?" Jasmine puts her hands on her hips. "Being a social creature made you bully that girl so badly that it made the newspaper?"\n\n"The <i>back pages</i>," you note, rolling your eyes. It's not like it had a headline, or anything, geez. "That was all blown sooooo out of proportion, it really wasn't a big deal at all. Some people just react badly to, you know, my obvious leadership presence, they get all intimidated by it but that's on them! It's not my fault they feel overwhelmed by my natural charisma!"\n\n"Leadership presence. Natural charisma." The tall woman quirks an eyebrow. "So, really, if you had to pick a phrase to describe yourself...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Queen bee.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Leader of the pack.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Wild mustang.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Mistress.|MeanFarm]]

Sigh. No help for it. You hold your hand out to the old man. "Here, let me see that stuff."\n\nHe blinks, but hands you the flask. You take a sniff and resist the urge to jerk your head away completely. "Oh yeah, that'll do." Setting the flask on the curb, you first rip off the sleeve of the girl's shirt, making her wince a bit, then start untying your chest bindings. Both of them stare at you, though the old man yanks his head away as they actually come loose and your tits spill free. ... Dang, they were bigger than they looked. They've got your sweat and some dirt on them, but you figure they'll be okay after the double-rinse you're going to give them. Requesting a canteen, you first use water to rinse them off, then liberally douse them with the libation from the flask. You glance at the girl. "Okay, this'll probably hurt some."\n\nShe looks worried, but nods, clamping her jaw tight to muffle her pained noises as you begin wrapping up her arm. You're no trained medic but either you have enough idea of how to do it or your body has some training, since you get her arm wrapped up fairly snug from shoulder to elbow. You take a few moments to examine your work, then nod and give her a thumbs-up and a grin, trying to ignore how your breasts are swaying freely under your vest. "There y'go. You'd probably still better go see a temple healer or somebody, they can do you up some proper bandages and stuff."\n\n"Thank you so much," she whispers, smiling at you brightly through the tears in her eyes.\n\n"No problem. And hey," you stand up and reach out to clap the old man on the shoulder... both your face and his reddening as you can feel the vest fall away and leave you completely exposed. You do your best to continue on, though your voice does sound just a little strangled. "Maybe switch to wine. And wait until the sun starts to go down and you're not doing heavy lifting."\n\n"A-aye... aye, seems good advice," he says with a cough, looking to the side. "Thankya muchly, lady, my grandaughter and my grandaughter's arm thank ye too."\n\nTugging your vest closed as well as you can, you turn and set off down the street again. It really is embarrassing, feeling your boobs bounce around completely freely with every step... even trying to subtly hold the vest closed, you're pretty sure you're nipslipping all over the place, and showing off even more than Miriya. At least no one's actually hassling you, despite the number of surprised looks, stares, leers, and scandalized scowls directed your way. You're just wondering if stopping somewhere to buy a shirt or something with the little money you have would distract you from your challenge when, lo and behold, Miriya herself comes hurrying up to you.\n\n"Congratulations!" she almost squeals, throwing her arms around you and giving you a squeeze. "You passed the Rite of Priorities?"\n\n"Ah? That was the test?" you ask. In retrospect it seems kind of obvious, but when you were in the midst of it all you were really thinking about was that it was happening.\n\n"It was! And you properly understood that another person's pain and risk were more important than your embarrassment. At least, that's the sense I got while praying. Ah, here, I also felt this might be needed," she adds, holding up something that looks a lot like a white tubetop. \n\n"Markala doesn't stint on the guidance I guess," you answer with a wry grin, taking the garment and stepping into an alleyway to remove your vest and wriggle into the top.\n\n"It can be like that, especially for special events such as this," Miriya answers as you step out, tugging your vest back on. "Though right now another priestess has taken over praying for your second rite."\n\n"Which one is that?" \n\n"Well, it probably doesn't hurt to say. Especially since I think you already got a little hint about the first rite, hm?" Miriya says, smiling and laying a finger along her cheek as you blush a little. "Generally the second part of the challenges is the Rite of Justice."\n\n"Justice? What's that mean? Y'know, to Markala, not in general."\n\n"Markala believes we should all be joyful and happy in our lives... but it is a sin to do so by hurting others. Well, others who don't want to be hurt, it's not as if Markala is against domina-"\n\n"I get the idea, yeah."\n\n"Oh, yes, well, to that end, Markala hates bullies... people who pick on, hurt, and disadvantage others just for the mean joy of it."\n\n"So if I see someone being bullied..."\n\n"Then it's likely that will be the Rite of Justice. But my advice is not to look too hard for it," she adds in a slightly scolding tone. "You did well in the Rite of Priorities by simply reacting naturally. You should continue doing so. Well, I'll head back to the church, then, but we'll probably see each other soon! Good luck!" she adds with a wave as she turns and sashays off, drawing just as many, if not more, glances than you did when going around practically topless.\n\nYou quickly shake off any feelings of jealousy that threatens to prompt. 'That's a Markala no-no,' you chide yourself wryly, while also assuring yourself that it's ridiculous. After all it's not like you <i>wanted</i> to go around with bare breasts... and besides, Miriya has obviously cultivated the ability to show off, it's no surprise she draws way more eyes. Shrugging (and glad of the support of your new top, thanks Miriya), you set off down the streets again, eventually coming upon a market area with a lot of streetside stalls. As you pass one, you hear a bit of an argument starting to break out.\n\n"What?! That's three times what you were charging before!" a woman yelps.\n\n"Last time they cost me a third to buy myself," the man behind the counter replies with a frown. "There's been a drought in the farmlands I buy from, their latest harvest was smaller and they charged me more."\n\n"That just means you're making even more money off of me! Other vendors have these for half the price!"\n\n"They buy from other regions. If you like their prices better, shop there."\n\n"But I need <i>these</i> vegetables, they're the quality my customers expect! You're trying to put me out of business!"\n\nYou glance over. Could this be the test...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Intervene.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Pass on by.|GGMonk1x14]]

"I..." You pause, unable to help running a hand over the swell of your stomach. You swallow, looking down at it. "Destroyed? Is that... is that really necessary?"\n\n"They're demons, Cyan," Shotiel points out, frowning a little. "They'll only cause harm if-"\n\n"Shotiel," the priest interrupts gently. "As traumatic as this has all been, this child is the one who feels life growing inside her. It likely does not seem as black and white to her."\n\n"Well." The angel continues to frown, looking back and forth between him and you. "Listen, right now, at best what is in you is a half-demon, not the child of you and that boy-"\n\n"But the other half is me, right?" you whisper, biting your lower lip as you look at him through your lashes.\n\n"... Yyyyyyes, sort of," he admits with a sigh, shoulders and wings slumping a little. "Alright, I suppose I can't exactly deny feelings of a mother's compassion, that's what the great god is all about." He glances over his shoulder and up, actually mouthing 'This is your fault' towards the window before looking back at you. "Alright, there <i>is</i> another way, but it's a bit risky and will involve a lot of sacrifice on your part. You'll have to give up your old life completely for at least a year, starting right now. No transition period, no getting to say goodbye, you'll just have to leave today. The process for making sure these offspring aren't born as evil demons will be long, tiring, and probably very embarrassing. But if you're willing to put up with all of that to give them a chance, then I shall bless you and make this possible."\n\nYou admit to waffling over it... but only for a few seconds. Then you nod. "If... if I can give them a chance, then I will. I'll do anything."\n\n"Alright then. There's a special facility that John will drive you to shortly, then. But first, we need to begin the process." So saying, Shotiel unclips the golden symbols at his shoulders and allows his white cloth garb to drop to the ground, completely baring his lean, toned, somewhat androgynously pretty body. Well, one part's not androgynous. Your eyes widen at the sight of a very long, very thick cock and large sack, all of them as smooth and hairless as the rest of his body. Your eyes widen further as it begins to slowly, steadily rise up, jutting towards you. "Suck on this, please," Shotiel says evenly.\n\n"W-what?" you squeak, glancing at John, who has his face schooled to passivity despite the blush on his cheeks. You look back at the naked, erect angel, repeating a little "What?!"\n\n"A direct, sudden influx of angelic energy would destroy the gestating half-demons," Shotiel says evenly, even as an almost literally perlescent drop of pre gathers at the tip of his long, pretty prick. "But if you instead intake that energy regularly, passing it along to them indirectly, it will eventually purify them. They may even become half-angels instead. But it means that you'll have to suck me or another angel off at least several times a day, every day, for the next year."\n\n"Oh," you say a bit faintly. Well... he did say it would likely be rather embarrassing. Still, you've made your choice. Settling heavily onto your knees in front of Shotiel, you carefully reach out, laying one hand on his hip and wrapping another around him. You somehow feel like you ought to explode or start speaking in tongues from touching an angel's cock, but nothing happens other than it feeling surprisingly pleasant to the touch, very warm and with such soft skin wrapped around the stiffness below. You glance up at those ever-shifting eyes, shivering and feeling your pussy starting to drip again as you lean forward and lick the tip. His pre tastes... amazing, somehow tingly and smooth at the same time, like that single drop coats your tongue. You press your lips over the head, starting to bob up and down, matching his gaze and blushing at his adorable smile as you gulp down more and more of his divine prick.\n\nYou mmf a bit as it touches the back of your throat, and Shotiel puts a hand on the back of your head. Somehow the gentle pressure he uses allows him to slide his pole down your throat almost effortlessly, and you feel no discomfort, just a strange, almost lightheaded euphoria at feeling the warmth radiating out from it inside your throat. You keep going until your nose bumps against his crotch, then start bobbing your head several inches back and forth, swallowing and gulping just as eagerly as you did last night. Shotiel continues to smile beatifically down at you, occasionally stroking your hair or brushing it away from his face.\n\nYou're not sure whether it's something special about him or the simple knowledge that you made an angel cum, but when he closes his eyes and gasps outa warm rush of something truly ambrosial filling your mouth, you orgasm too, your body trembling, a light gush of milk squirting from your overfull tits and dribbling down onto your heavily pregnant belly. You draw back, flushed and panting, as Shotiel's cock goes limp again, gently drooping back into place, and his garments lift back up and wrap back around him with a gesture of his hands. \n\n"Alright, I'll see you a bit later today," Shotiel chirps, before disappearing in a shower of silvery sparkles.\n\nThe priest... John... gently drapes some white robes around you, the garments large enough to drape over (but obviously not conceal) your massive baby belly. "Here, come with me," he says gently, helping you to your feet again and leading you back down the stairs.\n\nSoon you're sitting in the front seat of a roomy car, trying to rest and sort through your thoughts as John drives. You shift a little in your seat, distracted... your mind keeps wandering back to how wet your pussy is, how turned-on you are. And how easy-access it is, how you'd just need to reach under the flap of the robes to get to it...\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Masturbate.|GGHH]]

<b>Devious World</b> Build Alpha 50\n\nDevious World is a Choose Your Own Adventure style game. Thus there is no combat and no puzzles. It's purely about enjoying the story and getting to the good stuff without having to worry about grinding your stats or bumping into an overpowered monster for your level.\n\nDevious World is also an adult game, intended for mature audiences. It is entirely a work of fiction; all characters are fictional, all situations are fictional, nothing is drawn from real life. Fantasy is heavily stressed over reality. All characters are written by a legal adult, so should be considered to be portrayed by legal adults whatever their stated ages in the narrative may be.\n\nThis game primarily focuses around normal, everyday people who tend to go out and encounter very unusual, unique things. For some of them these may simply be extraordinary and interesting opportunities they've previously only seen in movies, for others it may be something they never even imagined. Sometimes their choices lead to very sensible, rational differences in what happens... sometimes their choices lead them to wildly divergent paths. \n\nOnce you the player make a choice, the character lives in a world where only what happens and what they learn from that choice exists... the world as it is following one choice could be completely different than the one in which they made another choice. Storylines are not canon to each other.\n\n[[I am over 18 and I wanna play!|CharGenMain]]\n\n[[Useful information|IntroInfo]]\n\n[[Fetish List]]\n\n[[Acknowledgements]]\n\n[[Version History]]\n\n[[Disclaimer]]

Hm, yes. Someone with some experience, to really help Ken learn the ropes and make a man of him, someone that could teach him to really please a woman when he's ready to settle down and get married. You're sure his future wife would thank you for your thoughtfulness!\n\nYou go over the possibilities as you start cooking up some strips of bacon on the griddle. There are several [[neighborhood ladies|Marei]] you could probably call on. You spend a lot of your time with the other housewife-types in the neighborhood, and are well aware that most of them, married or single, are desperately horny. Though you'd have to broach it just the right way, you don't think it would take much to have some of them stripping down and spreading them for an eager, well-endowed teenager.\n\nYou could seek out [[someone on the internet|Marei]]. While you're not the sort to browse those kinds of pages, you're still vaguely aware that there are all sorts of sites catering to things like older women that like younger men. Of course it would be horrible if Ken got into something like that on his own... but in this case you'd be doing it for him and vetting the person (and possibly even monitoring the situation to make sure everything went alright). Surely that would make it okay.\n\nHm. Then there's the option of [[hiring a professional|Marei]]. Obviously that would avoid a lot of the potential social issues or rumors that could spring up, just quietly bring in someone who's there to do a job and then leave when they're done. Simple, fast, and all you'd need to do is make sure to pick someone clean and attractive to do the job.\n\nYou purse your lips a little as you turn the bacon. Of course, there's always the option of keeping things... in the family. By which you mean, you could call [[your sister|Marei7x1]]. She's a lusty, horny thing who never had much in the way of inhibitions or shame anyway. Still, you do think you could trust her to do the right thing for family, both in actually doing what was necessary for Ken and in keeping her mouth shut afterwards.\n\nYou pause in the midst of transferring the cooked bacon to a plate. If you were in fact going to keep it in the family... well. You could always take care of it [[yourself|Marei8x1]]. You're not exactly the most experienced or professional lover in the world, but you were more than enough to make his father happy. If you wished to truly cross the line of taboo, you could take care of his initiation into manhood and satisfying his urges on your own. Certainly that would be one way to keep anyone else from judging you.

Deciding to just throw in some zaniness, you haul back your arm and bowl with all your strength. "Yaaaaaaaaaa!" you call cheerfully, albeit a bit put-off since it winds up sounding strange in the abandoned arcade full of its slightly echoing bleeps and chirps in the darkness. It somehow makes the quick rattle of the ball across the surface seem louder, the impact of it as it bounces on the board and against the heavy duty plastic covering it strong enough to make you wince. The ball deflects off of several of the plastic rings around the holes... and then drops suddenly into a spot near the top you'd thought was just painted black. You blink several times as the area around where the ball disappeared lights up, showing a blobby patch of light you think is supposed to be a nebula. Text flashes on the board up top: 'Positive Celestial Cameltoe! You win!'\n\nWhile you're still wondering who came up with such a name, there's a loud thunking noise from one side and the ticket slot starts spewing forth. You have to admit, despite the weird shock of apparently finding a hidden feature and the weird ambiance of this place, you can't help but feel excited and happy at the sight of so many tickets coming out of the machine. In fact by the time it stops there's a truly massive pile of them sitting on the stained carpet below, the line of tickets having been forced to arc upward as it came out. It's definitely more reward tickets than you've ever gotten in an entire night of rolling before.\n\n"Uh... huh. Wow, okay, did you guys get that?" You pick up your cellphone and glance in the camera, then aim it at the pile. "That's... wow. Alright, so I guess with this we uh..." You trail off, realizing that you can't actually do anything with these, considering the place is shut down.\n\n... Or can you? After all this place really does seem like everyone just kind of walked away from it and left all this stuff here, could that be true of the prize exchange counter too? Which... really just means you could loot it for whatever you want, if so, but then it's kind of more exciting in some ways to actually exchange the tickets that you've earned on the honor system... plus, hey, it'll make for a better video.\n\nYou briefly stop filming and head over towards where you think the prize claim is, since you can sort of see a part of the wall and ceiling that looks like it surrounds a counter. When you round some cabinets you really can see the shelves of prizes and the glass case... but jerk to a halt at the realization that someone is standing behind it. You instinctively brace for a "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" or something from a security guard, but... no, nothing. In fact once your heart slows its panicked pounding, you realize that the person is just standing there, smiling. They're not dressed like a security guard, either... more just the standard sort of employee wear of a polo shirt and an apron with 'ARCADE' emblazoned on the front. She's an extremely attractive redhead, hair thick and wild, though her eyes are a bright blue color which... wait, is that even possible? You vaguely feel that shouldn't be possible, but you're sort of still working out what she's doing here at all.\n\n"Hey there," she greets cheerfully in a sweet, almost lyrical voice, still smiling genially at you. "Have a good run at skeeball tonight?"\n\n"Uh... yeah," you answer a little distantly as you slowly approach. You notice she even has a nametag: 'Lucy'. Could this be someone that, like you, decided to explore the park and now she's just messing with you? Or maybe some homeless person that lives here? ... Or a genuine nutjob who lurks here looking for victims? Who... do well at skeeball. Or something. Well, she certainly shows no signs of pulling a gun or launching across the counter, so after another bit of hesitation, you decide to roll with it. "I got the Positive Celestial... ah, thing."\n\n"Oooo, very nice, very nice!" Lucy raises her hands and applauds with just her fingers, beaming at you. The whole delivery seems like it should be mocking and yet she actually does seem delighted for you. "What a stroke of luck! Now, why don't you look over what we have, and pick your prize?"\n\nYou look at her for a moment more, then shrug and start skimming the case and shelves. Let's see... oh, there's the ever-standard army men for one ticket apiece, though the tub of them is just labeled '[[Army|WilmaFun]]'... you could go all out and get a ton of those, as is the wont of many a child in an arcade. You notice there are also some of the other standards, [[mood rings|WilmaFun]]... though they do look a bit nicer and more solid than the usual fare. Also in the case is a large plastic egg that's apparently some sort of lamp, since it's glowing... the little placard reads "[[Dragon Egg|WilmaFun]]". Though you actually have enough tickets, it looks like, for the shelf prizes. You see various stuffed animals, though there's a particularly handsome tiger labeled "[[Best Friend|WilmaFun]]". And not too far from it, there's what looks like a wooden music box labeled...\n\n"'[[Your Heart's Desire|WilmaFun]]'?" you say out loud, pursing your lips and raising your eyebrows.\n\n"Ooo, you might <i>just</i> have enough for that one!" Lucy declares, clasping her hands together and looking up at it. "Is that the one you want? I mean, any prize is quite a lot of fun, so pick anything, but if that's the one you want, I say go for it!"

You feel a brief flash of sensation, like being jabbed by a syringe but broader and faster, and something goes tumbling away from you, leaving you not feeling anything for long moments. Then you drag in a long gasp, your hands snapping up to the sides of the guillotine bench and shoving yourself up, your head snapping back and away reflexively, your hair flitting about and hissing in agitation.\n\nFeeling disoriented, you stagger to your feet and away from the guillotine, raising a hand to your head, your mind assaulted by the strangeness of your body. But you can feel it gradually adjusting... your breasts growing fuller, your back lengthening and stretching, your hips and ass pressing against the denim wrapped around them as they fill out, the now somewhat stretched waistband slipping downward a bit. You draw your hand away, staring at it as the skin takes on a paler shade, nails growing sharp and turning shiny black. Bit by bit your body feels more natural, the long-unremembered sensation of tasting the air and seeing through your snakes as well as your own senses coming back. You run your long, agile tongue over your fangs as they finish growing in, then roll your shoulders, breasts jiggling at just over a cup size in added largeness at the motion.\n\n"About time, I was so sick of sitting on that pedestal I wouldn't have minded just falling off of it for a change of view," you grouse, rubbing at your once more whole neck with one hand. You look around at the three still hypnotized teenagers, then snatch the shirt one of them's holding out of his hands. You'd prefer not to cover up at all, but it seems likely you'll need to at some point, so you pull it over your head, snakes flattening themselves against your scalp and neck as well as they're able until you can get the collar past them, tugging it into place, the front stretched out and middle riding up over your pale belly. You consider for a moment, then point at the skinny one. "You. Work the stocks. You," you add, pointing to the beefier one you had work them before. "On the guillotine."\n\nThe two obey without hesitation, the blonde lifting the stocks and the dark-haired one straddling the bench and leaning forward. You suppose you could have had him remove his shirt first as well, but you doubt Dume will care all that much about some bloodstains. As the blonde lowers the stocks into position, you make your way over to the lever, briefly pausing to kick the head that used to be on your body out of the way, sending it rolling over into a corner. Then with a smirk you pull the lever, a splatter of blood flying through the air as the jock boy's head goes tumbling to the ground. "Lift the blade and undo the stocks," you order the blonde as you head over to the row of statue heads. Grabbing the minotaur's by the horns, you heft it up with a grunt and carry it back to the guillotine. "You better appreciate this, you bonehead," you growl before twisting the marble head and jamming the base of it against the bloody stump of the beheaded boy's neck.\n\nQuickly, the two neck-ends both bulge and contract to seal together, color and warmth spreading through the horned head. He virtually roars as he jerks upright, horns caroming briefly off the sides of the guillotine before he can stagger to his feet. He snorts and growls as he stumbles about in a short space, body gradually swelling, growing more muscular, skin darkening steadily to a deep, rich brown as his tanktop is stretched tight, his jeans ripping here and there as the muscles of his legs swell and change shape, the crotch especially bulging out, obviously barely able to contain his massive member. He stomps his feet repeatedly, shoes gradually shredding and falling off to reveal large, rough black hooves, fur jutting out through the new holes in the jeans. Finally he pants and snorts, hot breath rushing out his nose, his face mostly human despite the obvious bovine influence. He blinks his black-scleraed red eyes a few times before they focus on you, his voice coming out in a deep, accented rumble. "Lind? We're back?"\n\n"Aye, some little twerp finally picked me up and looked me in the eyes," you explain, glancing disdainfully at the corner where the head of said twerp came to rest. It feels good to hear the lilt of your own accent, so different than Dume's, in your own ears again. "... Did I say 'twerp'?" you note, frowning. "... I guess a little of her got left in here. Damn." \n\n"Still, we're alive again." Dume steps forward and bends to scoop you up, wrapping his huge arms around you and briefly crushing you to his chest. "Thank you, my love."\n\n"Mmmf. Fool," you murmur, your snakes swaying and wiggling in an annoying way that gives away how pleased you are. You press your lips to his, letting your tongue slip into his mouth to toy with his, briefly flicking it down his throat before breaking the kiss. You wait for him to set you down, then roll your shoulders again. "But yes, we're alive again. And I'll make that old fool pay for thinking he could contain us."\n\n"Then we should not delay. Ah..." Dume runs his eyes over the two still-hypnotized teenagers, then at the pair of stone heads still on their pedestals. "What about Morgan and Yong?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's revive them.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Meh, forget them.|GGHH26x3]]

"Don't bother with them," you say with a snort. "They'd just make more trouble than they'd be worth. Maybe another century on their stands will teach them to think before they get us into another situation like this again."\n\n"As you say," Dume agrees easily. But then he never really disagrees with you, which is one of the reasons you like him so well and have been with him for over a thousand years. He pauses, glancing at the pair of hypnotized teenagers. "And these two?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Eliminate them.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Play with them.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Use them.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Ignore them.|GGHH]]

"I'll take first watch," you volunteer, figuring that way at least only one person is likely to notice you curling up on the bare ground.\n\nYou can tell Konrad and Ulf are both a bit suspicious, but since apparently everyone else is tired, they agree. Once dinner is done with, they all crawl into their tents, and you settle in next to the fire, flipping your knife in one hand as you gaze around at the night.\n\nEventually, after you've fed several logs to the fire over the course of a few hours and begun to seriously consider taking up whittling, Ulf emerges from his tent and shuffles over to you. "My watch now, lass." He hesitates for a moment, then glances away before adding in a gruff tone, "Feel free ta be usin' my bedroll."\n\n"Um." You blink, starting to feel a bit embarrassed. "That's not really-"\n\n"Ye forgot ta get one of yer own, aye?" He looks back at you, scowling, but his words are surprisingly kind as he continues. "Didn't get th' most collected start to this life meself. I know how it can be ta just hafta drop everythin' an' go. I ain't needin' of much sleep anyhow, won't even be puttin' me out by makin' use of it."\n\nYou can't help but smile, and once you stand you lean in to place a kiss on his scarred forehead. "Thanks, Ulf." You leave him sputtering and mumbling something you think is Dwarvish for 'blasted elf spit' while you head over to his tent and crawl inside, settling on the (somewhat short) bedroll and quickly easing into a light sleep.\n\nThe routine continues over several days of travel, and if any of the others notice that you're (literally) sharing Ulf's tent and bedroll they're too classy to infer anything from it... or at least classy enough not to say anything if they do. Eventually the lot of you arrive at the foot of a smallish mountain, and a bit of searching is done to find the entrance of the dungeon. With your trained brain providing commentary, you know to slip on a pair of goggles from your pouch before snagging your lockpicks and getting to work, the lines, interlocking circles, and floating runes of the enchantments on the lock made visible by the enchanted lenses. However, after a few moments of work you pause, then slip the goggles off and hold them up. "Hey, Zadaan, take a look of this and tell me if you're seein' what I'm seein'."\n\nThe old wizard blinks, then walks over, holding the goggles up to his face instead of slipping them fully on and leaning in. After only a few seconds, he makes a little noise of acknowledgement. "While some of the guard runes <i>are</i> of the proper era, most of the particularly active ones have been invented or placed within the last fifty years. Someone has made this dungeon their home since then. By the looks of it, a specialist in many of the darker arts."\n\n"Some evil wizard's set up his home here?" Ulf asks, scowling as Zadaan hands the goggles back to you and you resume work.\n\n"Perhaps it would be best if we leave this place be, then," Alanna murmurs. "The issue of fighting an unknown wizard aside, if this is someone's home rather than an abandoned stronghouse..."\n\n"If it's an evil wizard, then he's no doubt up to foul business," Konrad asserts, scowling darkly and folding his big arms over his chest.\n\n"Relax," you announce, cutting through the building argument. "As I undo these I can see stuff like how often they were used. They used to be opened and closed at least once a week, but it's been over a year since anyone opened it. Most likely he tried some shit and got hit."\n\n"... Ah, met his fate out in the world, you mean," Ulf says after a moment. "Be good fortune if that be so, might be he was leavin' some things of his own for us to claim."\n\n"Aaaand done," you chirp, the lock clicking open as if it were perfectly normal. You give the large, wide wooden door a shove open, and those of the party who need them start getting out their various lighting implements. Soon the lot of you are marching through carved stone tunnels, with you occassionally checking around to make sure you're not about to step on any trap triggers, with the others mostly commenting on the occasional monster skull or adventurer skeleton you pass. Eventually, all of you come to a large, circular chamber with a number of tunnels coming off of it, some labeled with metal plaques in some ancient language.\n\n"I'm quite keen to find some of the ancient magical apparatuses from the lost days," Zadaan says, eyes fixed on one plaque, his face lit by the golden magical orb floating over one shoulder. "I believe that tunnel there indicates it might contain rooms with such."\n\n"I came to test my mettle against the most dangerous creatures there are, so I know 'beware' in every language," Ulf growls, nodding his helmeted head at another. "That's where I'd be headed."\n\n"You know 'beware', I know treasure, and that says 'storehouse'," Konrad says with his wolfish grin. \n\n"I came, in part, to make sure that the desecrated temples rumored to be contained in this complex were all cleansed," Alanna says with a light frown. "I'd have to get a bit closer, but I think that tunnel there leads to at least one such."\n\nYou frown at the lot of them. It sounds like they want to split the party. On the other hand, you notice a rather more modern-looking wooden plaque hung next to one tunnel, and you can read it perfectly: 'Home'. That's the year-absent new resident's place, obviously. Your thief's senses start tingling wildly at the thought of looting much more recently-occupied rooms full of more easily pawned goods. Dang, what to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with Zadaan.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go with Ulf.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go with Konrad.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go with Alanna.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go by yourself.|GGRogue1x7]]\n\n[[Discourage splitting up.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

Hm. Obviously one way to get him to stop jerking off so much would be for him to relieve that tension with a member of the opposite sex. You start pouring the pancake batter into the Perfect Pancaker Pourer(tm) as you think that through. Yes, clearly it would be better to get him some female attention than letting him just sit in his room jerking off. Virile young boys <i>should</i> be fooling around, fucking girls and getting into mischief, not sitting in dim rooms stroking their pricks themselves.\n\nNodding thoughtfully as you heat up the griddle, you consider. What would be best for him, though?\n\n<hr>\n[[A girl his own age.|Marei2x1]]\n\n[[An older girl.|Marei1x5]]

"I'll just wait in the briefing room, thanks," you reply, deciding not to give your apparent rival an inch. If she wants to play games, she's going to learn that games are kind of your thing. ... Not usually mind games, but still.\n\n"Yes ma'am," the uniformed girl says in a mildly exasperated tone, as if not looking forward to what Eve will have to say about that. She has your sympathies, but it's also not your problem. "This way, please, then, to the conference room." \n\nShe shows you down a hallway and into a lift, that opens into another hallway that's largely identical except for being a bit smaller. She quick-steps over to one of the doors, then gestures at it to indicate you should go through. Inside is about what you'd expect from a future-ish conference room... long silver table, overdesigned chairs, a view of the stars outside, and a long screen thing on one wall... though it looks a lot more like a pane of crystal than anything else. Picking a chair largely at random, you settle down in it to wait.\n\nAnd wait. And wait. You sigh a little as you realize that while you denied Eve a certain amount of power by refusing to come to her, you've given her another kind of power... to make you wait on her. Either that or just walk out, which would no doubt reflect badly on you or even get you in trouble. You also realize that as good as it might be to not be able to lose a cellphone, it's kind of hard to play games or browse the news on a nanite colony in your ear. "Jadis, remind me to bring along a little portable datapad or whatever, next time," you mutter.\n\n"Noted. Although I will also add that the amount of time you have been waiting is unusual even for Eve's power plays," the cool voice responds practically in your head rather than just in your ear. "It may be that something else is afoot."\n\nIndeed, about that time the crystal-like pane lights up with an image of Eve, much like you saw before on the ship. "Hunter Ihde. Apologies for keeping you waiting and for not being there in person," she says with such an easy, crisp businesslike tone that you're 100% sure she's not sorry in the least. "However, a matter came up which superseded the original reason for calling you here."\n\nTurning your chair a bit more towards the screen, you raise your eyebrows a bit theatrically and prompt, "Go on."\n\nIf she's disappointed by your lack of any real enthusiasm, Eve covers it up and continues. "The individual we apprehended... from your tip," she adds, with just the slightest bit of acid in her voice. "Turned out to be a minor Reaping One after all. You were kept waiting while we did a quick interrogation of him... unlike higher-ups, he has not been properly conditioned to resist our methods, and we were sifting through the information we acquired. Most of it irrelevant to someone of my level, minor crimes, small-time extortion rackets."\n\n"How dull for you," you note blandly.\n\nShe bristles just a little before smoothing it out and continuing... in fact, she now looks a little smug. "But amidst the rest, we did find some very interesting indicators. It seems that Reaper has been rebuilt yet again."\n\nBefore you can be forced to admit you don't know what she's talking about, Jadis pipes up in your ear. "Reaper is the aforementioned leader of the Reaping Ones. Their founder, in fact. An android of unknown but ancient design, apparently created with the primary goal of wiping out the Silver Star Elves, but a cruel and ruthless being even outside of that."\n\n"So he's back again, huh?" you say aloud in a largely neutral tone.\n\n"I suppose you didn't do as thorough a job as you thought last time," Eve all but sneers, before plastering her professional face back on. "Still, against my advice, the higher-ups have dictated that any mission involving Reaper is to be offered to you first. You have, obviously, leapt at the chance every time in the past. Will you do so again?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|GGMS]]\n\n[[Pass.|GGMS4x2]]

Curious at this talk of urban legends, you click on the link for a "Haunted House Night". It looks like the guy who put up the ad owns an old house just outside of town that's said to be extremely haunted... just //why// it's haunted is only hinted at, you assume to create interest and help lure you in. (A quick internet search indicates that the place does show up on a few haunted house sites, but details are sparse even there and you don't feel like doing the webcrawl necessary to dig up more dirt right now.) But apparently it's actually not too bad a deal for a night's entertainment, you get a meal, they show an old B-movie that was apparently made about the haunting, and then you get to spend the night in the house itself. The ad says it's 'supervised', but you get the idea that the chaperone or whatever is quite likely to stay out of everyone's way. (Probably best not to mention that bit to your parents.)\n\nAnyway, with dinner, a show, and a stay in a spooky old mansion, it actually does sound kind of awesome. It says the next event is tomorrow night, and all four slots are still open. It's $25 per person, and you know that you have the money. The question is whether you want to call around to your friends to find out who else might be interested enough to pay, or just figure that's a lost cause and buy just the one slot for yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with your friends.|GGHH1x1]]\n\n[[Just go yourself.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

You're basically in nothing but the shirt on your back and far from your ship, and there's an entire station of trained space rangers out there wanting to bring you in. Gritting your teeth at what you have to do, you bring your hands up to lace your fingers behind your head, slowly sinking to your knees. "Don't resist, Jadis. Don't let them hurt... damage you, but don't fight them," you mutter as you lean forward, breasts squashing a bit as you lay out on your front. \n\nA moment later there's a peeling noise and then the sound of the door sliding open, and the pounding of multiple booted feet. A knee abruptly thuds to your lower back, hands grabbing your wrists and yanking at them roughly. "Whoa, whoa, <i>unnecessary</i>!" you snap out, grimacing as some sort of cuffs are applied to your wrists before you're hauled to your feet. The white-uniformed and helmeted officers are pointing rifles at you, and continue to do so as they march you out of the room and towards a lift.\n\nYou're taken deep into the station, the doors sliding open to show an area made of much darker metal, the lighting an oppressive glare that somehow manages to seem dim due to the color of the furnishings. You're nudged forward out of the lift and into a room for processing, where some of the guards step back and focus on keeping their rifles aimed at you. Two others, females, step forward, one starting to undo your shirt. "Hey! If I've got to be undressed, you think I could at least do that myself?!" you ask as she undoes the flap and pulls it open, revealing the plain black sports bra you were wearing beneath it. \n\n"Someone like you being freed and then being allowed to touch their own clothes? No can do," one of the female guards says in an electronically processed voice as she runs her hands over your midriff and back, apparently checking for any concealed items. Then both of them produce small devices the size of large pens and click a button on them, a red glow appearing. Wherever they pass it, the cloth of your clothing parts as if it had been cleanly cut, though your skin is unharmed. The jacket quickly falls away, followed by the bra, baring your full breasts to the watching guards. You clench your jaw, fighting the urge to blush or otherwise look humiliated even as the female guards continue stripping you, running the cutting wands down the sides of your pants and boots and then peeling them away, baring your pussy and ass to the entire room and leaving you completely naked. One unholsters a longer device and runs it down the length of your body, then consults the screen on her wrist before pulling another device from her belt and pressing it to your ear. You wince as you feel a pulling, tugging sensation, more uncomfortable than painful, before the female guards step back and the armed ones move in again.\n\n"Alright, prisoner, turn and follow the yellow line. Any deviation and not only will we open fire, but the autoguns will activate."\n\n'Autoguns' really don't sound good. Suppressing a growl, you turn and notice a broad, glowing yellow line on the floor leading through an open doorway. Trying to ignore the way that your bared breasts and but jiggle a bit with every step, and that you're powerless to cover them because of the cuffs, you walk ahead of the guards through the door and down the cold, foreboding hall. On either side of the hallway are dark, bare openings in the wall... probably ten by ten, yeah? Whatever this society's ideals, they apparently don't consider the treatment of prisoners high on the list, since there's absolutely nothing in the cells... they're smooth, flat walls and floor, not so much as a bench to sit or lay down on. You're practically shoved into one, a bundle of something white tossed in after you, before a set of hexagonal, gunmetal grey bars slide up out of the floor and into slots in the ceiling. The binding on your wrists suddenly disappears, and you stumble a little just from abruptly yanking your arms apart. A glance at the cloth shows that it looks kind of like a spandex bodysuit. \n\nYou wait for the guards to depart, but they stand and wait... maybe you have to put on the suit before they'll leave. Sighing, you bend down to pick it up, sliding your feet into the slipper-like ends of the legs, fully aware of your tits wobbling and swaying beneath you as you do so... you have no idea if the guards are staring impassively or leering and licking their lips behind those helmets. You haul the garment up your legs, feeling it stretch and adhere to them, and then to your pussy and ass... geez, the thing goes on easy, but once it does it's like it's painted on. As you slide your arms into the sleeves and then press the rubber edges of the front together to seal it, it adheres so tightly to your breasts that not only your nipples but your areola are clearly visible. Apparently prisoners aren't allowed to hide anything whatsoever from their captors here. Luckily, after that the guards finally turn to leave, letting you be alone in your cell. \n\n"Jadis?" you ask quietly, but only silence follows. You sigh again... apparently that thing with your ear was the guard pulling out your nanite colony. You're cut off. Deciding that pacing is unappealing, you instead lean against a wall and sink down to sit on the floor, trying to think about what you could do about all of this. Nothing comes to mind, and you wind up sitting in the silence of the cool, unadorned cell for several hours. You lift your head at the sight of motion, seeing Eve turning to face you, lips curling a bit in a smirk.\n\n"Pride goeth before the fall, they say," she announces, chuckling a little.\n\n"You talking about yourself?" you grumble back.\n\n"Ha. Afraid not. They're preparing your trial now. It will be short, I assure you," she says, face and tone becoming bland, though those fire-colored eyes still glitter with malicious spite. "You may have your supporters in the upper echelons, but you also have many who have been waiting for this day. You've left a lot of property damage in your wake, including shattered planets. It won't be hard for the prosecution to argue that you've been colluding with the criminal element from the start, not just this time. You'll be shipped off to a penal colony on a life sentence before the day is out."\n\n"That's bullshit!" you snap, leaping to your feet and approaching the bars, jerking to a halt when you notice a pair of long silver tubes attached to spheres on the ceiling of the hall swivel to face you. "I haven't done anything!"\n\n"Haven't you?" Eve raises one slender silver eyebrow. "There's evidence to the contrary. But, just to show you how magnanimous I can be, I will offer you a deal." She tilts her head slightly. "After a slight show of contrition on your part... here, in private... you will plead guilty and I will plead your case before the court. You'll be given a much lighter sentence in a medium security penal colony, women only. The alternative..." She presses her lips together. "Would not be pleasant."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the deal.|GGMS]]\n\n[[Tell her what you think of her deal.|GGMS]]\n\n[[Reason with her.|GGMS4x4]]

Honestly, despite your reservations (the aftertaste of the mocolate lasted a week), the food & beverage testing sounds the safest. You mock, er, mark the checkbox, then read the note telling you to flip to one of the other pages to pick out which product you'll actually be testing.\n\n<hr>\n[[☐|MikeAppSoda1x1]] <b>Zoo Juice Soda</b> - Oh, hey, you remember those things. Fruit-flavored sodas with all sorts of animals on them. (Though the "zoo" idea was adhered to pretty loosely, as expected of something marketed to kids.) Didn't they stop making them in the early nineties?\n\n[[☐|MikeAppPlaceholder]] <b>SuperMilk</b> - What's so super about it? Probably the marketing, you figure. Oh well, if it's just milk with a bit of flavoring or vitamin supplement, even less reason to worry.

Suddenly feeling a bit less intimidated, you grin. "Oh, issat all?" You open the case just enough to dart your hand in and peel off a pair of bills, before darting your hand out and exchanging them for the paper slip, starting to trot upstairs. "Thanks for the receipt, seeya later!"\n\n"Whoa whoa whoa whoa." Nabiki turns on the stairs, frowning first at the money and then at you. "You're <i>always</i> broke, Saotome. I even let you put last month off because of it, s'why your tab's so high this time. I really thought I was gonna be able to get you to let me take some cheesecake pics to pay it off. All of a sudden you've not only got cash, but you're not whining about giving it to me? Something doesn't add up here."\n\n"Er." Oh crap. Turning back to her, you clear your throat. Maybe a little lie and a lot of truth will work here. "Well, when Akane punted me yesterday, I found this little hairpin in an old shrine."\n\n"Little hairpin. Old shrine," Nabiki echoes, folding her arms and looking dubious.\n\n"Seriously! It turned out to be worth a little money, so I sold it, that's all!"\n\n"I see." She purses her lips, still eyeing you. "How much money?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Truth.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Lie.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

You do sort of have a commitment to the other people you do these activities with during the school year, it's not quite fair to only think of yourself. Besides, you enjoy it or you wouldn't have decided to get involved with it in the first place!\n\nEr, what was "it", again?\n\n<hr>\n[[Cheerleading.|SKCheerStart]]\n\n[[Volleyball.|SKVBStart]]\n\n[[Track.|SKTrackStart]]

Deciding that it's probably not going to do you much good to juke the gigantic plot hook dropped in front of you, you raise your hand and wave it some, calling out, "Over here!"\n\nThe people in front of you glance towards you and start moving aside, forming a path for you to make your way up to the stage. You head on up, one of your hands falling naturally to rest on the grip of a sword sheathed at your side, like you'd been doing it for years. You have to turn to the side a bit to get to some steps that lead up to the stage, but once there the official passes you a small, simple brooch in the shape of an owl, a rolled-up sheaf of parchment, and points to a lowered area behind the stage. As you trot down, you see that there's two people already there... a man and a woman, him in dark leather armor with multiple daggers sheathed around his thighs, her in a colorfully-patterned set of robes and almost tie-dyed witch's hat, a staff in her hands. Though both look like they're in their twenties and fully-developed, lean and olive-skinned, and proportioned completely normally, the man's head is the only thing that comes up past your waist, with the woman being several inches shorter.\n\n"Hello, Cyan, nice to meet you," the woman says with a nervous smile.\n\n"Hey, how's it going?" the man asks, giving you a rakish smile and running a hand over his short, tousled sandy hair. \n\n"Hi... ah..." You trail off, before your brain puts two and two together and quickly comes up with an excuse. "Sorry, it was super noisy in the crowd around me just before they called me, I missed your names."\n\n"Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry!" The auburn-haired Halfling fidgets and frets for a moment, before the man pats her back.\n\n"I'm Amon, this is Amora."\n\n"I still can't believe we got sorted into the same group, that was so lucky," the woman... Amora... huffs, leaning her forehead against her staff.\n\nYou start to speak, but before you can there's another call from the stage. "Final member of group Owl, dungeon Morgas! Astoriel! Astoriel, come forward!"\n\nYou can't quite see over the edge of the stage, but a few minutes later someone moves to the stairs and comes padding down them. Obviously she's an elf, from the long, pointed ears, though the long, ridiculously golden blonde hair might be a bit of a tipoff too. Her eyes are big and blue, her face gorgeous, and she's wearing a gold-trimmed crimson vest, classy-looking leather belt with an attached bag on one hip and a sheathed rapier on the other, and a loose scarlet short skirt. Her long legs are sheathed in gold-trimmed white thigh-high stockings, and her boots are turned-down at the top and dyed bright red too.\n\n"Good morning, everyone!" she says brightly, raising a hand and wiggling her fingers in a wave. "It's nice to meet you all. Let's get out of the way for the next group, shall we?"\n\n"Oh! R-right!" Amora squeaks, turning and heading down a connected stone tunnel, Amon rolling his eyes and following after her, you and Astoriel doing the same.\n\n"You seem to be someone that knows their way around weapons, Cyan," Astoriel says cheerfully as you make your way along the torchlit tunnel. \n\n"Fair to say," you answer, trying for polite but neutral, since you're still trying to get a handle on everything that's happening.\n\n"Amora, it would seem you study the magical arts, yes? And you, Amon..." Astoriel pauses, then her eyes twinkle. "Are a man of many skills, I imagine."\n\n"Oh, many many skills, my good lady," Amon answers, somehow managing to make the melodramatic bow he pauses briefly to give her seem as much like innuendo as his tone.\n\n"Mm." The elf woman seems amused, then ahs as the lot of you emerge back into sunlight. "Well, I am Astoriel of Maple, bard of the voice. And those must be our free steeds. Luckily we weren't called too late in the order, else all the decent ones would be gone. If all of you don't mind, I have some experience with equines, so I can pick some out for all of us?"\n\nAt the general round of assent, the elf woman departs towards the official stationed near the corrals. "Oh gosh, if she really knows about things like that, it's so lucky we got teamed up with her," Amora says, huffing in relief.\n\n"Ah, yeah," you answer, still trying to figure out... well, less what's going on in general, you have that. You've somehow been turned into your general imagining of a potential Warrior build and transported to a fantasy setting. What you don't understand is what you were doing in that area with all those people, why you've been <i>assigned</i> an adventuring party, and why you apparently warrant a free horse.\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell everything to Astoriel.|GGWar2x1]]\n\n[["... Hey, Amora, let's play a game."|GGWar1x2]]

Yeah... seems to you that this thing could serve much better if you gave it to someone that wasn't as ridiculously unreliable as the old pervert. Who knows what he'd do with it, after all, even if he did hold to his promise to turn you back into a guy?\n\nThere's an old guy in town that runs a creepy little antique type shop... you know that some of the weird magical items that you've had to put up with over the years have come from there. Everything was always way too expensive for you, and the guy claimed he didn't have anything that could help your curse anyway. But that was before you had a bargaining chip like this one. Eager now, you go racing through the woods and back towards Nerima, grinning broadly at your own brilliance. There's no possible way this could backfire!\n\nEventually you arrive at the shop and push it open, the bell over the door jingling. It's dim and cluttered inside... well, that's about what you'd expect from this sort of place, isn't it? Winding your way through the racks and tables, you arrive at the counter and impatiently pound the attention bell a few times, wiggling a bit in your eagerness to have done with it. The crazy-looking old coot (but at least he's not as shriveled as Happosai) makes his way out of the back, sucking at his teeth and eyeing you.\n\n"Oh, it's the boy with the Chinese curse that makes him not a boy." He giggles, eyeing your current redheaded form up and down. Bleh, maybe he's a dirty old man after all... oh well, he's never tried to grope you, so he's still a few rungs up. "I've already told you, I've nothing that could undo Jusenkyo's spells."\n\n"Oh yeah? Even if I'd be able to trade... this?!" you say, flourishing the hairpin. You feel almost unbearably smug as he gasps dramatically, eyes widening.\n\n"The Tanuki's Hairpin! Oh my, oh my." He wrings his wrinkled hands, staring at the small bit of jewelry. "What a thing to have in my shop! What an addition to the collection it would be!" He glances side to side, then beckons to you to follow him back through the doorway and into the back area. There, he draws out a key and unlocks another door, leading you into another room filled with display cases. He lights a small oil lantern that barely illuminates the room, then turns back to you. "Very well, I will trade you one of my best items for it."\n\n"Thought you said you didn't have any cures for my curse, huh?" you note, just a bit annoyed. You rest your hands on your hips and glance around. "You been holding out on me after all?"\n\n"I have nothing that will <i>undo</i> Jusenkyo's curse, that is the truth. But I have several items that could... mitigate it. But you need not be so focused on that!"\n\n"Eh? Whattya mean?"\n\n"I have many items, with many powers. For example, I've heard you have a fear of cats, do you not?" He chuckles at your obvious shudder just at the word. "I have an item that could help with that. Or your infamous problems with women and rivals, I've oft seen you chased down the street by a crowd, I've solutions for that as well. With other problems in your life satisfied, perhaps your curse would seem less onerous... you do have one of the milder and less inconvenient ones, after all." He pauses, then shrugs. "And if you are not the truly adventurous sort, there is always monetary compensation."\n\n"Just straight-out buying it? I dunno, it'd have to be a loooot of money." Then, out of curiosity, you add, "How much?" When he tells you, you almost choke. "N-no way! No way you have that much, when you run this dinky little place!"\n\nThe old man giggles. "Oh, I own this place because it is according to my taste. One does not collect and trade in magical artifacts without being exceptionally wealthy, child. I guarantee you, I'm good for it."\n\nYour head spins a little. He's talking about "above the law" levels of money, practically more than some poor traveling martial artist like you can conceive of. Still... getting rid of any of those other problems is almost equally tempting...\n\n<hr>\n[[Mitigate the Jusenkyo curse.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Cure your ailurophobia.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fix your social life.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Money money money money money!|FRanX9x2]]

"Uh... the money," you finally say. Heck, you don't like your curse, but you've lived with it this long. With that much cash, maybe you can solve some of the other problems yourself. "I'll take the money."\n\n"Very well... I like to encourage a little interestingness in people's lives, but if you prefer boring old wealth," the old man sighs. He accepts the hairpin leaf from you and tucks it into one of the cases, then leads you back out front and pulls out... a laptop. You stare as he spends a few moments accessing something, before closing the computer and moving to swing aside a picture and open up a safe. Stacks and stacks of money come out, thunking down on the counter, until finally he pulls out a leather doctor's bag and sets the stacks and something else in it before closing it up. "There you go. I've given you about $1,000,000 to start you off with, the rest is in the account associated with the card I put in as well. It doesn't have a very good interest rate, but you don't get charged at ATMs!"\n\n"Uh... great. Thanks." Still unable to believe that you're about to pick up a million dollars (US... shouldn't it be yen? oh who cares). You then pick up a million dollars, glancing briefly in the case before walking out, lightheaded. Holy crap, you're rich. Like, spend the rest of your life in luxury rich! You stand on the sidewalk outside the shop just taking it in for a moment. You're carrying a million bucks as <i>walking around</i> money. Incredible! You quickly take out the card and tuck it into a hidden pocket inside your tunic you made awhile back... you usually carry a few hundred yen in it, this is considerably more valuable.\n\nWow. The world lays open at your feet, with this much cash. So the question is, where to go now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Back to the dojo.|FRanX9x3]]\n\n[[Check into a high-class hotel.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[The airport.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

You're still way too stunned by the enormity of what just happened to start making any big decisions. You decide to head back to the place you're most familiar with, the Tendo Dojo, at least for now. Besides, it is sort of home. Maybe you'll wind up feeling generous and paying Soun back for the housing or something!\n\nIt's fading into evening by the time you get back to the dojo, and you slip in through the front door, intending to head up the stairs to your room. You give a little 'erk' as you almost run into Nabiki coming down the stairs, the brown-haired girl wearing a white tanktop and denim shorts. She stops where she is, quirking her eyebrows and resting one hand on her hip. "Trying to sneak past, Saotome?"\n\n"Uh, not really."\n\n"Sure you weren't. It's coming up on end of the month, which means that payment's coming do for all the various wonderful services I've provided." She dips into a pocket and comes up with a slip of paper, proferring it between two fingers. "Your tab. Between timely hot water, keeping my mouth shut about various things I saw, and one set of emergency clothes, your total comes to $200. Hope you've found a few odd jobs to do."\n\n<hr>\n[[Pay her.|FRanX9x4]]\n\n[[Put her off.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

"Harriet, look out!" you yell, jerking forward and grabbing up the practice saber. It's been completely dulled, but it's still a weighty weapon made of real steel, and you toss it across the room towards her as you shout.\n\nHarriet wheels just as the thing forms a solid black arm, her eyes going wide. But she also sees her sword tumbling towards her as she turns, and snatches it out of the air with her off hand, swinging it up and blocking the shadow-demon's grab with the blade. The black substance reacts with the steel as if the demon was made of dry ice, a loud shriek going through the room and the thing taking a half-step back in reaction.\n\n"Gabriel!" Samsa calls as she scuttles back a few steps, holding out a hand. Her brother tosses her the only saber on the rack with an actual edge on it, only to have to snatch up a blunt weapon for himself as another shadow demon coalesces in front of him. Samsa thrusts her sword at the demon still attacking Harriet, only for it to <i>split</i>, a second creature coming off of it and engaging her with a long plane of darkness in the vague shape of a sword.\n\nYou grab Mary's hand and leap over the bottom step of the bleachers, pulling her along with you, mostly thinking of getting her away and getting to the outer room where you left your wand. Damn the tradition of leaving wands outside of athletics rooms! You yelp and Mary lets out a short scream as one of the creatures wisps into being right in front of you both. You shove Mary behind you and grab up Samsa's practice saber, swinging it desperately every time you see the thing start to reach at you, just trying to hold it back.\n\nHarriet forces her own foe back long enough to glance around. Seeing you and Mary being threatened and barely managing to hold off your attacker, her lips pull back from her teeth in a snarl. Shouting some word that's completely unfamiliar with you, she gives her sword a hard jerk through the air, the blade suddenly glowing as if it were made of glass and had a spotlight shining from within the hilt. She sweeps it up, bisecting through her attacker's chest and causing it to disappate in a whiff of smoke and ash. She immediately spins and sweeps her arm out from its raised position, in one single movement cleaving Samsa's foe's head off and then shouting another word just before letting the sword go. It flies through the air like a well-throne dart, piercing the demon attacking you and Mary through the side. A thunderous boom explodes outward from the blade, vaporizing the demon and knocking the two of you onto your backs. But the sword also lets out a long arc of purple lightning that strikes Gabriel's foe full in the back, making it jerk and twitch silently before it explodes.\n\n"... Sweet merciful God," Gabriel whispers, his eyes wide as he stares at where the demon just was, apparently too distracted to even cross himself at the mention of the Lord.\n\n"I don't think God had much to do with it," Harriet murmurs as she glowers around the room, as if waiting to see if anything else wanted to show up.\n\nGabriel gives her a mildly annoyed look, then says in a distant tone, "Enchanting metal... Harriet, you could be expelled."\n\nYou give a shaky laugh as Harriet walks over to pick up her sword from the floor in front of you. "Priorities, Gabe."\n\n"Running magic through metal is an expulsion offense because it can backlash and kill you," Samsa says, her voice much more quiet and collected, her eyes tracking Harriet as she gives her sword a shake, the glow disappearing as if it had been switched off. "Only seniors in the most advanced combat magic classes are allowed to begin learning even the basics of being a swordmage."\n\n"Well, I'm not dead, so I managed it," Harriet says in an overly casual tone as she helps you to your feet, the both of you turning to pick up the still shocked-silent Mary.\n\n"Two attacks in a matter of months," Samsa continues, apparently deciding to switch subjects slightly. She shifts the sword to her other hand, then makes a face at the fact that her palm is now glowing bright purple. "They're stepping up."\n\n"And both were times I was vulnerable," Harriet adds, trotting quickly to the door and into the little entry area outside, then returning with a fistful of wands, handing you your own first. "So someone nearby is either sending these attacks or alerting the person who is when they should try to get me."\n\n"What were those things?"\n\n"Shadows of demons. Literally. Without an elaborate summoning ritual, a called demon can only send its shadow into our world," Harriet finishes passing the others their wands, Samsa tucking hers into her waistband. "They can't do a lot more than try to grab you, but if they do that they can haul you back to the demon's own realm."\n\nMary quails and presses against your side, and you put a hand on her head, trying to keep the quaver out of your own voice. "O-kay, I think that's enough on the subject of being dragged to Hell for right now."\n\n"Well we're going to have to tell Professor Senna what happened here anyway," Samsa says, holding up her purple hand as if to demonstrate. "Even if it weren't obviously the smart thing to do."\n\n"What's with that?"\n\n"Students aren't supposed to touch the sharpened blades without permission. This will get even brighter if I try to hide it when I'm close to a teacher. I've seen some... embarrassing results from other students who touched the swords when they weren't supposed to."\n\nHarriet snickers, leaning in to whisper to you, "One girl borrowed a longsword from the armory, teacher caught her because she had a purple searchlight shining out of her shorts."\n\n"Why would it be in her-?" You start to ask, before you start snickering. "Oh. I get it."\n\n"I don't?" Mary says curiously, looking up at you.\n\n"Good for you."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth2x8]]

You find it surprisingly easy to adapt to the mixture of normal classes and remedial magic lessons that you're given at Aspareth's, and you sort of have to admit that it's mostly due to your dormmates and your new... well, friends. Like, real friends, as weird as the concept may be. Especially over the first few days, every time you think about slipping into your old habits and behaviors, it's like Harriet, Gabriel, Samsa, Mary, or even just a random Winterlion will happen to do something helpful, or kind, or just plain nice, completely derailing your train of thought.\n\nYou'd originally thought that boarding school would make it more difficult for your victims to escape you at the end of the day. It turns out that it's actually made it impossible for you to escape the relentless onslaught of positivity from the people around you. As days turn into weeks, you find that your tendencies towards manipulating others and running them into the ground never seem to get beyond the thought stage, even if someone else doesn't interrupt you. And as weeks turn to months, and you're moved from remedial magic classes into the normal study with the help of other Winterlions, you find the thoughts cropping up less and less as well. The Layla that took joy in seeing tears in others' eyes is beginning to fade away over the course of a semester, and if you notice the change at all, you're finding it difficult to miss her.\n\nWinter turns to spring, and as spring is beginning to turn into summer, you find yourself with your little group of friends in one of the Winterlion athletics rooms, watching Harriet and Samsa practice fencing. Honestly, you're not sure why they're so eager to do all that hopping around and quick moving... even down here below the castle, where it's almost always a little cold, you can't help but be aware that it's getting hot outside. You're even wearing short sleeves and a short skirt (though to be honest you practically always wear a short skirt, especially once you learned 'Minor Protection From Cold'). Though you notice that Gabriel seems to be watching Harriet with an appreciative eye, since the redhead's practicing in a rather snug black two-piece outfit that leaves her midriff bare, Samsa wearing something similar in blue. And you have to admit, both of them do look pretty good... you might be sneaking an appreciative peek of your own here and there, just maybe...\n\nFinally both of them finish up and pull their helmets and protective charms off, revealing sweaty hair and grins. The duo lay their swords on the lowest bench of the small set of stands where the rest of you are seated, then move over to a little computer monitor to check the recording they were making.\n\n"Harriet's probably gonna do spectacular in the interschool fencing championships again next school year," Gabriel comments as he gets up and wanders over to admire some of the own equipment. Probably thinking about taking up the sport himself, like he talks about doing at least once a week.\n\n"So do we get to travel to 'away games', or what? I mean, do we just get on the flying train, or-?" Your question is interrupted as Mary tugs insistently on your sleeve. You blink and look aside... she hasn't been rendered shy and nervous enough around you to fall back on childish behavior in weeks. But right now she's wide-eyed and trembling, apparently rendered mute with <i>terror</i> as she points towards the other girls. Looking over, you can easily see why, your own eyes widening. Something shadowy and smoky is taking form behind where Harriet is bent over the computer, coalescing into something much more solid and masculine in form, something like a tail lashing back and forth silently and leaving wisps of darkness in its wake.\n\n<hr>\n[[Scream.|Asparethplaceholder]]\n\n[[Toss Harriet her sword.|Aspareth2x7]]\n\n[[Charge it!|Asparethplaceholder]]

"Why'd she ask about Harriet specifically, anyway?" you murmur to Samsa as the two of you exit the train. You get distracted at the sight of the large castle the train is now parked outside, but can't actually linger to look, the press of people behind you keeping you moving up the walk as you go.\n\n"Sshh. Keep your voice down," Samsa whispers, though it's difficult to hear <i>anything</i> over the tumult of hundreds of schoolchildren thronged together. Still, as all of you begin to filter into the entry and start milling about, she leans down to put her head close to yours and continue. "When Harriet was ten, a dark wizard named Histral tried to possess her... something about her being a 'destined point' in a coming conflict."\n\n"What the heck is a 'destined point'?"\n\n"No one's really sure, other than that it means she was gonna be important, maybe even give the win to whoever's side she was on. But as Histral was trying to put all his magic power into Harriet, she managed to turn it against him. Zapped him with a slaying hex, put him down like that." She snaps her fingers in front of your face.\n\n"S-seriously? And she was <i>ten</i>?"\n\n"Yeah. I couldn't fry an egg with magic when I was ten. A lot of people say Harriet could do it because she inherited a lot of Histral's secret spells and experience. Not that she wanted them." Samsa shakes her head, then continues. "But anyway, even though he's dead, a lot of Histral's disciples are still around. Harriet gets attempts on her life sometimes, I guess they want revenge."\n\nYou're still trying to absorb all that when what's obviously a teacher comes to the balcony above and starts giving a very boring speech welcoming everyone back for the new semester. You can hear Gabriel groan from a bit to the side and mutter, "Professor Senna must still be investigating the Crawling Curse." The teacher continues to drone on, your brain tuning most of it out, only picking up that apparently you're supposed to wait here and then enter for some sort of ceremony. You watch everyone file through some doors, leaving you, Mary, and a couple of other students lingering about to line up at the doorway.\n\nWhen you are allowed in, it's to a massive, classy-looking dining room. You have to admit, it certainly looks impressive... especially with the immense column of rough crystal running from floor to ceiling in the center, the milky white stone tapering downward. Apparently following the teacher's instructions, Mary moves forward to touch it, gold color immediately springing forth from her fingertips and running through the crystal, following the lines of various flaws and deposits, while the more solid parts of the crystal turn blue-white. As the gold finishes taking on a shape like a rearing feline, a thunderous roar echoes throughout the dining hall, making you and more than a few other people jump.\n\n"Winterlion!" calls the teacher standing next to the crystal, almost the entire room applauding, with more enthusiastic clapping from the tables set with gold, blue, and white tablecloths.\n\nMary steps away, the crystal fading back to its original coloration. You step up rather nervously, your thoughts still on the whole day prior as much as anything, and reach out to touch the crystal as well. You have to admit you're fairly relieved when gold springs forth and follows the same path as it did for Mary, that massive roar sounding practically comforting.\n\n"Winterlion!" the teacher repeats cheerfully to more applause, and you quickly hurry after Mary, despite enjoying the attention. The younger girl is beaming at you like she just won the lottery as you sit down next to her at the table with her siblings and Harriet, the redhead reaching over to give your shoulder a rub.\n\nThe other new arrivals step forward, with one more coming over to your section of tables. Dinner is good, but a bit perfunctory... it seems like the majority of students are tired after the long train trip and mostly want to go back to their dorms. Soon you're following the crowd back into the entryway and down several halls, and then down several flights of short, broad steps. You're pretty sure this must have once been the basement, or even the dungeons of the castle, but it certainly doesn't look that way now... everything's kept spotlessly clean, and the main room is outfitted with a number of rather upper-class looking antique furniture pieces, as well as a massive fireplace that looks like it's burning several halves of trees instead of just logs. A boy that looks like he might actually be eighteen leaps up onto a low table and taps on a glass bowl with his wand, the sound like a cross between a bell and a gong.\n\n"Everyone! Everyone, please!" At a chorus of groans, he holds up his hands. "I know, I know you're all tired and probably want to unpack and go to bed. This will just take a few moments. We do have several new Winterlions with us, I know you don't want to just let them sink or swim."\n\nYou expect snorts of derision or even laughter at that, but instead there seems to be a general mutter of assent going around, and you actually get a few pats on the back from nearby students. Uh... huh.\n\n"My name is Jake Hobbes, I'm the Winterlion dorm head for the boys. Right up here is Liv Clarks, she's the dorm head for the girls," he continues, gesturing to a girl standing in front of the table who gives a wave. "If you have any problems throughout the year, please feel free to come to either of us for help. Both of us can help you with just about anything, it's just a matter of who you feel more comfortable talking to. Now, new students, please come forward." You make your way up to the table, the crowd parting to let you, and Jake consults a piece of paper taken from inside his robes. "Alright, Mary, Layla, you're sharing a room with Samsa and Jai," he says, pointing out the girl you already know and a tall black girl with her hair in braids. "Elliot, you're rooming with Carl, right there. They can show you the way here in a minute."\n\n"Now," he continues. "Just one more thing, and we'll let you all get to it. As is tradition when we have new Winterlions join us, we pick one of our own who has excelled in the last year to give the traditional toast. As she just won the interschool fencing championship prior to Christmas break, we have chosen Miss Harriet Weaver to give the toast for our new arrivals."\n\nThe other students applaud and there's even a few whistles as Harriet walks over and hops up on the table, grinning at everyone and even shimmying her hips teasingly, earning a few more wolf whistles. She laughs along with the crowd after that, turning a bit to accept the golden cup that Liv passes up to her. But her face goes solemn as she raises it, and the rest of the room falls silent as well.\n\n"... We are the lion in winter. We wait, and offer no aggression to those who do not trespass upon us. But those who do, beware. For we are the lion in winter. And the blizzard shall not sway us, nor the fire deter us, nor loss dishearten us, or even death dissuade us from protecting what is ours. We shall protect our own as if they were more precious than ourselves, and in so doing become greater than we were." She bows her head and closes her eyes, her voice quietening just slightly as she finishes, "We are the lion in winter."\n\nThere's near total silence in the room. You notice many of the students have their heads bowed, some making small gestures, a few even crossing themselves, the Carpenter siblings doing their little cross-kissing ritual. You resist the urge to squirm... you've never experienced something this solemn or serious at a pep rally. And for some reason, you don't want to just laugh this off like a silly ritual... something about the words, the manner, it actually... sticks.\n\nHarriet brings the cup to her lips and sips, then raises it up. "Winterlion." The rest of the room echoes it back enthusiastically, and you add your voice just a fraction of a second off.\n\nMaybe... maybe this <i>is</i> where you belong, after all.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth2x6]]

Out of some 'holy shit SPIDER' instinct, you grab up your bag and swing it, hard, at the glowing form. You almost don't expect the solid impact you get, but the spider is sent flying to the side to smack against the closed door to the cabin. Still operating mostly on 'kill the spider!', you leap to your feet and start stomping on it viciously.\n\nBy then the others have all started awake, and Gabriel quickly finds the cabin lightswitch on his side and flicks it on. Samsa rushes over, shouldering you aside, a thin length of wood in her hands. At the sight of glowing green goo and twitching legs, she lets out a hiss. "A Crawling Curse."\n\n"Are you kidding me?" Harriet says breathlessly, sitting up and staring past the two of you at the dead... thing... on the floor.\n\n"Thank God we had a Réalta with us," Gabriel murmurs, actually fishing out a cross from beneath his shirt and giving it a quick kiss. A moment later Samsa and Mary copy the motion. "If any of the rest of us had woken up first we'd have probably tried to hex it by reflex."\n\nHarriet gives a short laugh, though this one is more breathless and amazed than amused. "God, stars, or coincidence, whoever sent you, Layla, you just saved my life." She stands up, then offers her hand. "Thank you. I'm not sure yet how to say it better than that, but I'll figure out a way. Thank you."\n\n"Um. Sure," you reply, shaking her hand. This all makes you feel... really weird. Like a fish that suddenly learned it could fly, or something.\n\nThe door suddenly slides open, Samsa's wand jerking up to point in that direction. The woman standing there looks like she might be your mother's age, despite her long hair being as white as snow. She's dressed like an almost stereotypical witch, complete with black robes and broad-brimmed pointy hat. She quirks one white eyebrow, and Samsa quickly yanks her wand back down.\n\n"Sorry, Professor Senna!" the older girl blurts.\n\n"I should say so, I've told you more than a few times to rein in that hair trigger wand arm." She glances down, and her eyes widen, making you realize they're red... like, the color, not bloodshot or like a cartoon villain. "... Though it looks like you might have had reason this time." She glances past you. "Harriet, are you alright?"\n\n"Fine, Professor. Layla beat the Crawling Curse to death before it could touch anyone."\n\n"Layla did, hm?" The white-haired woman looks at you appraisingly, and you catch her muttering under her breath, "Not the path I would have predicted." Then she continues aloud, "I was telling students that we've arrived, albeit late. I'll have to look into this, obviously, but the rest of you should go on ahead." She steps back, allowing your companions to grab their bags and shuffle past, carefully stepping over the no longer twitching mess that was the spider-thing. As you start to follow, Professor Senna reaches out a hand to rest on your shoulder. "You're making good choices, Layla. Keep making them and you'll go far."\n\n"Uh. Thanks." Mentally adding a 'whatever', you scurry on past to catch up with the others and join the growing throng pressing towards the train exits. Weird lady.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Aspareth2x5]]

Curiosity and maybe a little of something else is eating you alive, so you quickly slip back to the entryway to turn the porchlight off and leave the candy bowl out on the front mat, hoping for the best and that any further trick-or-treaters will obey the unspoken honor system. Then you slide out of your shoes and pad barefoot down the hall, carefully pushing the door open enough that you can peek in.\n\nIt looks like in the relatively brief time you were gone, Selina and Felicity have already shed the majority of their costumes, the discarded bits and pieces laying scattered on the floor. They're laying on their side on the bed, Selina in nothing but her purple and black striped stockings, Felicity in her own furry stockings and kitty-ears headband. Their hands roam over each others' bodies as they kiss, stroking along one another's backs and sliding down to stroke or squeeze at pert bare buttcheeks. You bite your lower lip, feeling a certain excitement start to build, not just at the sensual and illicit sight in front of you, but the fact that you're managing to be so sneaky about getting a look at it adds a definite thrill.\n\nFelicity ducks her head to lick and kiss at the side of Selina's neck, even as one of her hands tucks between the blonde's legs. Selina moans softly, the sound barely carrying to the cracked door, her upper leg raising up and laying partially over Felicity, incidentally giving you a good view of Felicity's fingers stroking over and sliding inside Selina's glistening folds. Unable to help yourself, you tug the front of your dress up and slip a hand down the front of your panties, biting your lower lip as you start flicking your fingers over your clit while watching the two teens make love.\n\nSoon Felicity pulls away and turns, Selina rolling onto her back as her friend slips over and straddles her head. Those kitty ears get knocked slightly askew as Felicity tucks her head between Selina's thighs, and you watch the two start to sixty-nine, soft panting and moans caressing over your straining ears. You muffle a moan of your own as you push two fingers into yourself and start slowly stroking them in and out, rubbing along your inner walls as you stare at the two petite girls bucking and squirming against each other on the soft pink comforter covering your guest room bed.\n\nBy the time they seem to be settling down and turning around to cuddle up, exchanging brief, soft kisses, you've worked yourself to three orgasms watching them. Hearing them murmur soft, affectionate things before they start scooting to the edge of the bed, you carefully pull the door back closed and head back down the hall, retrieving your shoes before doing a quick bit of cleanup on your thighs. By the time the girls, costumes mostly properly back in place, come walking down the hall you've turned the light back on and retrieved the half-full bowl of candy from the porch. "Have fun?" you ask nonchalantly, smiling at them.\n\n"Mm-hmm," Selina says with a satisfied smile and a blush, her hand entwined with Felicity's.\n\n"Thank you so much," Felicity adds. "And... if it's not too much trouble... do you think we could come back here sometime? Like we said it's almost impossible for us to find anywhere to have real, actual privacy and be alone together."\n\n"We'd really appreciate it, and we'd try to find some way to pay you back," Selina adds.\n\n<hr>\n[[Probably not a good idea.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Sure!|HollyOct]]

Hm.... you're kind of interested to see a small and slender little ninja take a pair of cocks that huge. Tapping her name on the menu, you let it close again, Tifa resuming her frantic stroking of her cocks, her tits jiggling and heaving with her panted breaths. It's only a second or two later when the door swings open and Yuffie runs in, the teenage ninja in her khaki shorts and midriff-baring green top, boots pounding on the floor. "Hey, what's up?! I got the call and-!" She jerks to a halt, her jaw dropping open at the sight before her. "What the fu-"\n\nShe doesn't get any further than that before Tifa's lust-glazed red eyes lock on her. Moving with all the expected speed and agility of a level 99 martial artist, Tifa springs forward, grabbing the stunned ninja and swinging her around with a yelp, shoving her forward over a table and pinning one arm behind her, Yuffie yelping as she's twisted into a position where she can't get any traction or lift herself. Tifa pants heavily, staring down at Yuffie for a moment, before those cocks give a rather visible throb. Groaning, the large-breasted woman grabs Yuffie's shorts and yanks them down, baring Yuffie's hairless pussy and pale pucker. "S-sorry, Yuffie, I'm... I can't help it, I'm gonna rape you, I'll make it up to you someday!"\n\n"WHAT?!" Yuffie shrieks, right before the sound turns into a strangled yelp in her throat, her eyes rolling up in her head and her jaw clenching as Tifa moves the tips of her cocks into position and thrusts forward hard, spreading the ninja's pussy and ass around their shuddering girth. Yuffie seems like she's trying to form more protests, from the noises she's making, but she's being rocked against the table so hard by Tifa's thrusts, and the sensation of having both her pussy and ass violated at once by arm-thick pricks is obviously overwhelming her.\n\nLicking your lips, you pull out a chair and take a seat, fishing your own cock and stroking it as you watch Tifa shove deeper and deeper into her friend-turned-fucktoy's holes. "Nnnnh, fuck, fuck, feels so good, feels so good, sorry Yuffie but raping you feels sooooo fucking good," the twin-dicked futanari groans as she pounds deeper and deeper into the teen ninja's holes, her other hand having grabbed Yuffie's free wrist and pulled her arm back as leverage. Her dazed expression gradually turns more and more pleasured, lips curling up in a grin as she thrusts. "Ah! Ah, fuck, fuck it, I'm not sorry at all!" she yowls as she thrusts forward hard enough to finally hilt, the bulge of her lower cock reaching all the way to just underneath Yuffie's top, the outline of it made all the more distinct by the upper cock's pressing it down. "Hnnnh, having your little meat holes wrapped around my pricks feels so good, you thieving ninja bitch, I wish I'd had them so I could have been raping you since the day we met!" she declares as she begins thrusting hard, her still skirt-covered hips slamming against the younger girl's pert little ass.\n\nYuffie can only grunt and mewl in reply, her body shuddering as she's raped, the spurting of juices out of her pussy every time it's thrust into indicating that she's probably cumming every few thrusts from it. Her eyes stay rolled up but her jaw relaxes, tongue lolled out as her brain surrenders to what's happening, lips going slack as she lets out helpless little slutty whimpers and groans. Tifa, meanwhile, just continues to get more and more worked up, her breathing turning into almost hysterical giggles as she fucks away at her plaything, tits jiggling ever more energetically. "Hnh, fuck, fuck, so good, fuck," she gasps out, and you can practically see her INT score dropping as the feeling of Yuffie's tight holes wrapped around two huge, sensitive cocks at once batters at her brain. Her eyes have taken on a completely fuck-crazed look, her tongue lolling out as well, a wicked smile of pure lust curling her lips. "Fuck, fuck, gonna fuck, gonna cum, gonna cuuuuum!"\n\nThe last trails up into an almost animal howl as Tifa thrusts forward, slamming her hips against Yuffie's ass as her immense balls twitch. The ninja's flat belly begins bulging rapidly, the outline of that immense prick showing in it soon disappearing as the inflation of cum lifts her off the table. Yuffie makes a gurgling noise, for just a moment her eyes focusing ahead in a look of shock as her throat bulges. Then they roll up completely as thick geysers of white begin firing out of her mouth, her body trembling as she's filled literally to overflowing with her futanari rapist's load.\n\nEventually Tifa pulls back, her twin cocks sliding out of Yuffie's pussy and ass, the stretched holes immediately starting to gush cum down her thigh-high sheathed legs. Yuffie's head is laying on its side, her cheek down in a puddle of cum, her body twitching as she's obviously on the border of unconsciousness. You grunt softly, your own cock spewing a much more meager load of cum onto the floor as you give in now that the main show's over. Still, it was amazing... better than most of the hentai doujin you ever found on sites you weren't supposed to access! The question is, how to continue?\n\n<hr>\n[[Equip a Thrust Shaft 2XL on Yuffie.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Encourage Tifa to finish the job.|FF7X18x5]]

Networking is important... and, of course, fun. Why not start out by getting a sense of things with the more open set? After all, you can always just keep a low profile and then ditch anyone that's a liability once you decide to move on up. Thusly having rationalized your decision to stay in the less ritzy areas, you begin making your way amongst the crowd.\n\nYou do notice everyone seems a lot friendlier and more open than you're used to. Lots of people that you obviously don't know smile and wave or even say "hi", and it actually takes you a few times to realize they mean you and not someone they know behind you. Getting a little into it, you actually start answering, and there are a few interested compliments on being an American student, apparently quite a rarity around here.\n\nAs you make your way through the crowds, buoyed by your so far easy success with getting positive reactions, something thuds fairly solidly against your chest, practically right into your boobs. You blink and look down, startled by the audacity as much as anything else (you're still in the habit of thinking that most "normals" wouldn't even dare to approach you), seeing a rather mousey-looking girl who seems like she might be a year or so younger than you, or even more. She adjusts her glasses nervously, her long, straight brown hair a little disheveled.\n\n"O-oh, I'm sorry," she stammers, her somewhat squeaky voice lending her British accent a particularly endearing air. "I just, I was, and it's crowded..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Put her in her place.|Asparethplaceholder]]\n\n[[Brush her off.|Asparethplaceholder]]\n\n[[Aw, she's kinda cute. Like a lost puppy. Maybe be nice, just this once.|Apareth2x2]]

"Um, girls," you suggest, clearing your throat, both of them jerking a little and looking over at you. Selina glances down, then blushes brightly and tugs one of the 'tatters' of her dress around to cover herself. "I understand how you feel, but maybe this isn't a good idea right out here in my living room?"\n\n"Oh, oh, um, we're sorry." Felicity bites her lower lip and squirms. "We just... got carried away."\n\n"Yeah, sorry," Selina murmurs, glancing down.\n\n"No, I understand," you say in a gentler tone. "Hey, I was that age once too, you know. Look, I just don't think maybe you should do it right out here, and with me watching." You smile and stand, making a beckoning motion. Both of them look a little confused, but get to their feet and follow after you as you head down the hall. You open the door to your guest room and gesture inside. "Here. Why don't you two relax in here, in privacy, and... well. When you're ready you can come on out, okay?"\n\n"Oh thank you!" Felicity calls, practically flinging herself at you in a hug (and, you think, sneaking in a nuzzle of your chest). "Thank you so much!"\n\n"We really appreciate it, Holly, thank you," Selina says, stepping up to take one of your hands in both of hers, looking at you with warm, almost adoring green eyes. Then she snags Felicity's hand and tugs her inside, the door swinging shut after them... well, mostly shut. You notice that it's not actually fully closed, just resting against the frame. They probably didn't want to slam it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Peek on them.|HollyOct3x2]]\n\n[[Nope, privacy.|HollyOct]]

"Er... when you say 'fun', you mean...?"\n\n"Well, I was thinkin', been awhile since you've got any of the good stuff, right? I figure you'd like to get some lovin', right?"\n\n"I'm not gonna cheat on my boyfriend," you assert quickly, laughing a little nervously.\n\n"Aw, c'mon, not like he ever needs to know. I mean, you said yourself he ain't been making time for you." You hesitate, and Kuan apparently decides to take that as an opportunity for a push. He slips a hand into his pocket and draws out a roll of bills thick enough to make your eyes widen some. "Tell you what, let's make it sweeter. You and me will have a real good time, and I'll throw in a hundred bucks on top of it, just to give you some extra incentive."\n\n"... uh..." You're not sure you're entirely processing this situation. Is he really suggesting...?\n\n"Or hey, you and I could fool around!" Elisa chirps, eyes twinkling as she gives her full chest a little shake, large breasts wobbling gently under her tanktop. "I mean, it's not reeeeally cheating if it's another girl, right?"\n\n"Hell yeah. Tell you what, I'd like to see that, so we'll make it $500 for you and Elisa to get it on," Kuan suggests cheerfully. "We can head back to our place, you two can have the bed to yourselves, cash up front and everything. C'mon, girl, it's just some fun, nobody's gotta know."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take $100 and do Kuan.|GGBad]]\n\n[[Take $500 and do Elisa.|GGBad]]\n\n[[Take nothing and do nothing, you're out.|GGBad]]

"FfffFUCK!" you yowl. "Fuck, I love your cock, fucking rape me baby!" you gasp out, reaching back and up to grab at his neck, hauling him down so you can feel him closer on top of you as he takes you, feel that power, that relentless killing machine that's pounding your sodden pussy. "Rape me, rape me like you would any fucking pig human, fuck me!"\n\nThere's absolute silence for a moment, before Striped Trouble lets out a trill that the nanites choose to translate as 'the noise of ultimate happiness'. He almost instantly begins thrusting a lot harder, pounding you forward against the piloting bench, leaving you to yowl and shriek in shameless pleasure as your pussy clamps around him in orgasm. His bony reptilian hands slip under you, grabbing indelicately at your perky little tits, his claws leaving stinging scratches that have you reveling in them even amidst all the pleasure from your pussy.\n\nBoth of you yowl, one more inhumanly than the other, as he thrusts forward and floods your pussy with potent Raptarran cum. But his glistening red shaft has barely finished spurting inside you when he yanks it out and rams it all up your ass in a single thrust, making you yowl in another, more intense orgasm as your ass is violated. You buck back against him, urging your ass onto his cock, your voice breathy and desperate as you cry out. "Fuck, fuck baby, rape me, rape me hard, rape my bitch ass!"\n\n"Nnnh, raping you is so good," Striped Trouble low-shrieks, that long, powerful tongue flicking out and dragging along your back, neck, and the side of your head, before he closes his jaws around your shoulder. You groan happily at feeling him exert just enough pressure to leave a series of little punctures in the shape of his muzzle, the clicks and hoots escaping him all possessive and adoring even as he brutally pounds you against the pilot bench as if trying to destroy your ass.\n\nEventually he pulls out, giving himself a few last strokes with one of his bony hands as he decorates your trim ass and sleek back with the rest of his load while you writhe and moan beneath him. After a few moments you roll over again, spreading your legs wide and hooking them around his as he moves to start thrusting back into his pussy, that dragonlike face lowering in close to yours, sharp teeth in near your face. You groan happily, running your hands along the sides of his neck as you draw him in. "Rape me, baby, rape me forever," you gasp out.\n\n"Nnnnh, yes, my darling slut-warrior, I will rape you for the rest of our lives," he hoots back, that toothy maw spreading so that you can suck on his tongue, bobbing your head over it and swirling your own tongue around it, figuring fellating his tongue is probably the closest the two of you will get to an actual kiss.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|BadCypher10x6]]

"I'll help you with your systems problem, if y'want," you offer. "I know how it can drive you crazy to have something you just can't get to the bottom of." \n\n"Oh I <i>know</i>, right?!" Celest squawks, putting her hands to her head and squeezing her eyes closed, her tentacles wriggling a bit in agitation. "I've gone over everything I can think of until my brains are sore, but I just cannot find the problem with the teleporter!"\n\n"... The teleporter?" You blink... then go a little pale, starting to pat yourself down.\n\n"Oh, no no no, you're fine, you're fine," Celest says, waving her hands a bit at you as she gets up, then beckons you to follow her. A little dubious now, you nevertheless fall into step behind her as she continues. "It works just fine when it's beaming up a single being, or nonliving items, or anything like that. No, you're completely fine." She pauses, glancing over her shoulder at you. "There's like a one in a billion chance your organs are now 'mirrored' so that they're on the opposite side of your body, but that's not going to affect your life at all, really."\n\nShe continues on while you're trying to figure out how to determine if your right and left kidney are still on the right and left. "Anyway, no, the problem is that when I try to teleport two living beings at the same time, they tend to get... mixed up," she says sheepishly. "Apparently Earth organisms... especially humans... have genetics that are the equivalent of legos, compared to life in the rest of the galaxy. You just sort of... click together with other stuff super easy."\n\nYou stare at her as the two of you emerge into room with several large, yellow round daises scattered about, the floor of them and the ceiling above glowing faintly yellow. "Are you saying you want to beam me around and deliberately mix me up with other stuff?"\n\n"I promise, every single time it's happened I've been able to undo it really easily by just reversing the teleport," she says soothingly as she turns towards you, making a few placating gestures with her hands. "The thing is, if I have a single subject for multiple beamings and mixings, I'm almost certain I can use the readings to track down where the system error is occurring. I couldn't just do that to some poor person I snagged out of nowhere and started in on with no explanation!" She puts her hands together and pouts at you over them. "Pleeeease, Cyan? It'll take like three, four... five beamings at the most, tops! It won't hurt or anything either, I mean, people do kinda tend to get... upset... but it's just the shock! This has really been driving me nuts, and I'll be super grateful if you can help me figure it out!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh... fine!|GGAlien1x4]]\n\n[[No way, you're going home, right now.|GGAlien]]

It's a pretty early morning, after all, and you'll still have to track down a horse somewhere. (You hope you don't have to steal the horse itself, that's usually a pretty severe crime in these sorts of settings.) You shift into a slightly uncomfortable position, then close your eyes, settling into a doze.\n\nA bit later you faintly hear the door to your room start to edge open, and quickly slip your hand under your pillow to grasp your dagger. You watch the door swing open further to show a pair of the identically-garbed women from downstairs, one with her arms around the other and fondling her ass, while the one being groped feels her way along with one hand. Both glance over at you, the one with her butt getting squeezed (a half-elf like you) grinning wickedly. "Sorry, wrong room. Ah... unless it's not...?"\n\n"Uh, thanks, but I've got an early morning," you reply dryly, though your cheeks do heat a little.\n\nBoth women giggle, stepping back into the hall, the other half-elf pulling the door closed behind them. You snicker a little as you close your eyes again. A guild, right. Still, you find your hand feels more comfortable where it is, with your weapon held in it.\n\nWhen you glance at the window after coming out of your doze at one point, you see the sky lightening a little. Heading downstairs, you look around for a clock and find it's about six. Trotting out and into the streets, you spend a little while orienting yourself and letting your brain supply information about directions and where the west gate is from here. You also do a few quick break-ins of locked street stalls, liberating some gold and jewelry to make sure you have enough for a horse.\n\nBy the time the rest of the party gathers, you've purchased a lean black stallion, one bred for speed and agility, and have spent a half hour trying to come up with a more creative name than 'Shadow'. You give up as the gates are swung open for your party and the lot of you take off at a light trot down the road. Patting his neck affectionately, you say aloud, "Sorry, boy, looks like you're stuck with a stereotype."\n\n"Named th' horse Shadow, didn'cha?" Ulf grunts from nearby, where he's atop a horse so short and squat that it almost looks like a crossbreed of a Clydesdale and a pony. At your shrug and grin, he actually gives a bit of a grin himself, teeth showing amidst his thick red braided beard. "Had a 'Shadow' meself when I was a child of barely thirty."\n\n"Everyone's first black animal, be it pet or steed, is named 'Shadow'," Konrad says with a chuckle.\n\n"That is simply not true," Zadaan objects with a quiet huff. "The first black lizard I ever owned was named 'Zorothastria', after an era of Hylasian history in which-"\n\n"Every <i>normal</i> person's first black pet is named Shadow," Konrad interrupts, rolling his eyes again.\n\n"They're all the same color to me," Alanna says, laughing.\n\nYou ride throughout the day, alternately chatting with one another and keeping an eye out for bandits or monsters. Around noon you guide the horses off the road and begin going across open country. As the light begins to fade, Konrad points out a good spot to make camp, and everyone dismounts, starting to set up tents. (Alanna and Zadaan apparently both have magical ones, simply throwing cloth squares to the ground so that they pop up as fully-assembled tents.) You try not to let dismay show on your face as you realize you forgot to buy a tent for yourself. As a fire is built and dinner prepared, you ponder what to do with yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[[Crash in Konrad's tent.|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[[Crash in Ulf's tent.|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[[Crash in Alanna's tent.|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[[Crash in Zadaan's tent.|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[[Sleep outside.|GGRogue1x6]]

Well, you've come this far on trust. Taking a deep breath and hoping it doesn't turn you into one of those sex-bots Mal mentioned earlier, you accept the injection gun and press the tip to the side of your neck before pulling the trigger. You wince a little at the strange pressure you feel as the thing hisses, but once it's done you lower the device and set it aside, waiting to feel anything different.\n\nInstead, after a moment of looking at you thoughtfully, the Raptarran nods. "Good," he says, voice smooth and slightly sibilant. "This will make things far easier for both of us."\n\n"I can understand you, I-" You blink, glancing at the empty injection gun. "Translator nanites?"\n\n"Hnh, you continue to surprise me, human," he almost grumbles, though you actually think you detect a pleased tone somewhere in there. You therefore don't enlighten him that it's just something you saw on a sci-fi show once. "Yes. It is normally forbidden for us to use them on 'lower species'. Only those of our slaves who have supposedly earned the right, like that Breeding Hunt veteran you talked to earlier, are allowed to learn our mighty language, and then they are forced to do so either via the normal way, or by brainwave induction," he explains as he turns towards the door, starting to move along quietly again, you slipping after him.\n\n"Then why have them?" you ask in a whisper.\n\n"Because we are capable of making them," he answers in a soft hiss, glancing back and forth down the corridor before slipping out. "And in case of 'emergencies'. Which this is not. This is in fact a violation of everything I should be doing. That hunt was intended to be my ascension to both adulthood and the exploratory fleet, where I would earn a name of my choosing. And now-"\n\nHe falls silent, quickly ducking into a small alcove. You hurry along with him, trying not to start as he grabs one of your arms and hauls you in close, pressing your naked body in below his chest. You feel his warm, sleek-leather body above you, looking up at the careful crane of his head as he both watches and listens. You do your best not to squirm, relaxing a bit as he releases your arm and stands up, but stays loomed above you.\n\n"Now, because I cannot get the thought of you saving my life out of my mind, I am dooming myself to not only never take my proper place among my people, but to be forever stuck with my clutch name," he grumbles, glancing down at you. "'Striped Trouble'."\n\nYou can't help but give a soft laugh at that, grinning up at him. "Well. I think 'Striped Trouble' is awesome."\n\nYou could just almost swear that he blushes. Nah, must be your imagination. He steps sideways to move around you, and darts down the hall, this time moving a little faster, scythe-claws lightly clicking on the floor, you hurrying after him. Soon he steps into some sort of large, circular room, and once you're inside with him it begins humming, the faint feel of motion surrounding you. When the doors slide open and both of you step out, the hallways now have floor-to-ceiling windows... showing the steady brightness of stars in the black, and glimpses of other parts of the facility. "Come, we will take a ship," Striped Trouble explains as you both hurry down the hallway. "Once we are well within non-Raptarran borders they should not be overly zealous about pursuing us. The occasional local bounty hunter or even a Raptarran specialist, but we should be able to overcome that with care."\n\nSuddenly there's a roar of "HALT, TRAITOR!" from behind you. Striped Trouble instantly snatches you up, holding your naked body against his as he sprints forward. There's the sound of something crackling as a blue splotch of energy zings by, barely missing him. Approaching the end of the hallway, he tosses you behind one apparent barricade to the side of the hallway and ducks behind the other, popping up to fire a blue blast from his own rod-shaped weapon at the approaching Raptarrans wearing black bandoliers. "We will not make it to the ship with them stepping on our tails!" he shrieks to you. "You are next to a computer control panel, open it and engineer a countermeasure!"\n\n"How the hell do I do that?!" you call back even as you're scrabbling to yank the wall panel open, revealing a nest of glowing wires, chips, and a small touchscreen.\n\n"The nanites should have given you a basic understanding of our technology!" he caws and chirps back, firing off another few wild blasts before ducking back behind his cover. "Just think of something!"\n\nYou swallow, staring at the rat's nest of technology. But you <i>can</i> read the touchscreen, and you actually think you're getting it as you start tapping at the buttons. Alright, you think... you think you've got some idea. You could either program the computer to accept Striped Trouble's total authority, essentially making him God as far as the system is concerned, or you could unlock the cache of assault blasters above the access panel.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give Stripe authority.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Grab the blasters.|BadCypher10x3]]

Feeling ridiculously, daringly naughty because you're going to peek at a dirty movie with almost no chances of getting caught, you turn on the TV and make sure to crank the volume nice and low before you start perusing the titles. You wind up giggling and snickering at some of the titles, and staring in shock at others wondering if people actually get off on that sort of weird stuff. Still, it looks like there's plenty to choose from to sate your curiosity.\n\n<hr>\n[[Catgirl Dickgirls Git Wit'girls|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Spanking Sorority Sluts Seventy-Seven: Susan Strikes Suddenly|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Dominateens: Teaching Teacher a Lesson|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Muscle Lesbians 12: The Prison Gym|CheerMotel]]

You quickly type in a fake security code, doing a few quick switches of chips before typing in another, then yank out several of the glowing wires with a shower of sparks. The hatch above the panel pops open slightly, and you quickly yank it open to reveal a row of [[bronze-colored, vaguely predatory-shaped rifles|http://i.imgur.com/fUVPbfW.jpg]]. "Stripe!" you call, grabbing one and tossing it to him, the Raptarran dropping his stun-rod to catch the rifle and quickly swinging it up, starting to fire much faster, more accurate green bolts down the hallway, sending several of the Raptarran guards scurrying. As he starts backing towards the hatch behind you, you grab a pair of the rifles and stand up above the cover, flicking them to autofire and sending a hail of the green bolts down the hallway, less trying to hit anything and more trying to make anywhere within your view a very, very bad place to be. "THE CLAWLESS PREY ANIMAL SAYS HI, MOTHERFUCKERS!"\n\n"Human! Come on!" Striped Trouble shrieks.\n\nTurning, you toss him one of your rifles, which he catches, somewhat mimicking your other stance and covering you with another hail of blaster bolts as you keep low and scurry past him through the open hatch. Striped Trouble backs through more slowly, keeping up the hail of blasterfire until he absolutely has to stop so he can turn and run, the two of you making your way quickly through a few short passages and out onto what's apparently a bridge. The stations all feature holographic displays in front of sort of bumplike areas raised from the floor and padded on top. Striped Trouble moves to the one at the center of the forward area and settles down onto the bump, which apparently serves as the Raptarran version of a chair. Hurrying to one of the further forward ones, you straddle the bump, squirming a little as your semi-bare pussy rubs against the leather and your ass sticks out some from having to settle so low and lean forward to reach the holocontrols.\n\n"There's a course already laid in," you note, glancing over your shoulder.\n\n"I uploaded it before I ever came to your room, key to accept it," Striped Trouble hoots as he glances over the pair of smaller holoscreens to either side of him, clawed fingers tapping at them. "This ship can easily outrun anything else in the yard and make it to the jump point, after that it may well take them months to find us."\n\n"Alright, accepting course," you reply as you work your own panel.\n\n"I will register you with the ship," Striped Trouble chirps. "... What is your name, human?"\n\n"Cypher," you reply with a grin, glancing over your shoulder again. "Name's Cypher." Well. Why not? You've gotten pretty darned far from your old life, where you never would have dreamed of firing energy blasts at pursuing alien Velociraptors. Maybe it's time for a badass new name to go with the badass individual that does that.\n\n"Very well," Striped Trouble chuffs in reply. A minute later, the viewscreen in front of you flashes, and begins swirling with numerous colors, the whole screen shifted slightly to blue. You glance up as Striped Trouble clicks his way across the bridge to stand near you. "This is the newest escort in the Raptarran exploratory fleet, <i>Violator of Silver Star Elves</i>. My people will be... most unhappy with my stealing it, but a combination of pride at my accomplishment and not wanting to face their own monster will no doubt temper their rage," he adds with a rumbling set of clicks that the nanites translate as a chuckle. \n\nYou laugh a little yourself, straightening up and looking him over... then staring a bit, your cheeks coloring as you see the jutting, glistening red thing below his belly. "Um, you're kind of..." You trail off, flicking a finger towards it and glancing away.\n\n"Hm?" He glances beneath himself, then lifts his head to look at you, tilting it in curiosity. "Yes, of course I am. I was staring at your lovely ass and thinking how I'd like to fuck it. Especially since I never got the chance to rape and impregnate you back on the hunt planet."\n\nYou turn your head back to stare at his face. "... I'm going to have to do some adjusting in how I take statements like that, aren't I?"\n\n"Hnh. I suppose we will both have to adjust," he allows, shifting slightly to turn his erection so that it's not pointing directly at you. \n\n<hr>\n[[Well... it's not like you said no...|BadCypher10x4]]\n\n[[Maybe it's time to get some rest.|BadCypher]]

The angel wings aren't expensive and they are kind of cute. Besides, if nothing else you bet you can wear them and it will tickle your parents, probably allowing them to make a wide assortment of cutesy comments. Hey, they give you a roof over your head and buy you nice stuff, it's good to throw them a bone occasionally. You snag the feathery things from the bin and take them up to the counter, the redhead cheerfully ringing you up and carefully folding them and placing them in a bag. "I hope they're heavenly for you!" she says with almost annoying cheer, but since it seems sincere you give her a pass.\n\nWith the majority of your current liquid cash gone, you decide to go ahead and head home. Once you're there, you receive a text from an MMO friend notifying you that they're getting a group together for a task force. Tossing the bag onto the bed absentmindedly, you settle in at your computer and pass the rest of the day killing mobs and managing boss fights. It's not even until you're getting undressed for bed, pulling off your t-shirt and tossing it aside, that you notice the bag laying on your bed and remember its contents. You pull out the angel wings, looking them over and eyeing the straps... then glancing at the mirror on your wall. Then down at yourself, where you're currently wearing only your thong. Then you smirk a bit... well, you did buy them to take selfies in, sort of. Admittedly this would probably be the more private sort of selfie, since you currently don't have anyone you'd want to send one like this to, but sometimes this sort of thing is for your own amusement.\n\nYou pull on the plastic straps, fastening them to cross in an X between your breasts, where they wind up sort of framing your boobs... hm, they're actually decently hard to see against bare skin. You shift them a little to get them more comfortable, then walk over to stand in front of the mirror and pose a little, just to see how they look. Kinda cute, like one of the Victoria Secret models, but with a tiny hint of Suicide Girl, you think with a snicker. You raise your phone to take a snap, then drop it and gasp as an odd clenching sensation runs through your back. You lurch forward, bending in on yourself and hugging your stomach as your back twitches and shudders. A sort of heat... actually heat's not the real word for it, you can only really call it <i>brightness</i>, radiates through your muscles from around your shoulderblades, filling your body and making you tremble with a strange mixture of awe and sexual pleasure. Your shoulders jerk and roll, and you can feel pumping motions running through muscles, but muscles that feel strange and new to you, and come with a loud rushing noise around your ears.\n\nEventually the feeling fades, and you pant softly as you straighten up. As you focus again, your reflection stares back at you with wide eyes... probably has something to do with the now positively majestic white wings spreading from your back. You open and close your mouth a few times in shock, especially as you watch the wings give a slight shift... one that you can feel in the muscles running all through them. "What in the h-" Your throat actually tightens a little, making you grunt and bring a hand up to press against the front of it. \n\nYou're distracted from the strange feelings and the sight in front of you by the sound of a knock at your door, your head whipping towards it and wings spreading just slightly in a visible sign of alarm. "Cyan?" your mother's voice calls. "Are you okay? It sounded kind of like you were being sick..."\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm fine!"|GGMCE]]\n\n[["Mom help!"|GGMCE]]

"The going unnoticed one," you finally offer. You usually go pretty unnoticed as it is, but there have been times where people paying attention to you has been your worst fear. Maybe if this works it will actually be helpful!\n\n"Alright. The incantation's pretty short, at least, but it's a real mouthful." Maya spends a bit reading, lips moving as she tries to mentally sound out the gibberish words, before finally speaking aloud. "Tu frydajan dra vilg oui fyhd, hu uha femm ajah hudela ed. Ku hidc, hid frana oui mega!" She glances up once she's finished. "Did it work? Anything?"\n\nShrugging, you try to concentrate. After a moment of not feeling any different, you glance up at her. "I don't notice anything." You wait for a reply, but Maya is just flipping through the book idly, eyes fixed on the pages. "... Well, sorry to disappoint," you say in a slightly hurt tone. When she continues to say nothing, you frown. "Maya? Hey, Maya?" You stand up, poking her shoulder, to which she doesn't react other than to flip another page. "Oh, ha ha, real funny. ... Seriously, enough." You wave a hand in front of her face... but she doesn't even blink.\n\nDeciding to take a risk, you reach out and give her arm a fairly solid pinch... or at least as solid as you dare. You sincerely doubt Maya would put up with that for the sake of a joke, but she doesn't even twitch, much less smack you and call your name like she would normally. Growing a bit alarmed, you try concentrating again. Maya immediately looks up. "So, anything?"\n\n"Um..." At a bit of a loss, you try again, and watch as her head immediately drops from you back down to the book. Curious, you reach out and tug on the book, Maya yielding it up to you without effort and immediately reaching over to pick up the TV remote and turn it on, starting to browse channels as if not even having noticed herself switch activities. You walk over to the wall and turn the lights on and off a few times... nothing.\n\nShe really doesn't notice anything you do! Even when you make changes to what she's doing at the moment, she just seems to roll with them. And at that realization, several thoughts of course come to mind...\n\n<hr>\n[[Be naughty.|QOBook]]\n\n[[Be good.|QOBook]]

"Thrust Shaft" isn't a very exact name... but given the sort of sim this is, you have a general idea what it probably is. Like, a 50/50 guess at the very least. When you tap it mostly out of curiosity, though, it brings up a new menu with several more options... apparently there's not just the one type.\n\n[[Thrust Shaft Standard|FF7X]] - Apparently the 'default'. Though you bet it's more of a default for porn rather than a realistic default.\n\n[[Thrust Shaft XL|FF7X]] - The "extra large" version, you're guessing. Since as noted it's probably working off of a porn... or hentai... scale, you can only imagine what the XL must be like.\n\n[[Thrust Shaft 2XL|FF7X18x2]] - Just even bigger than the last one? You'd hope it would be more interesting than that, but eh.\n\n[[Thrust Shaft EQN|FF7X]] - That one, you've got no real clue. 'EQN'? That's not a size label you're familiar with.\n\n[[Thrust Shaft Conversion|FF7X]] - 'Conversion'?

Everyone's abuzz about the potential of nanomachines, after all... everyone's rushing to be the one that actually gets them working (and working for something useful) first. So not only is this a chance to challenge your own abilities, but possibly get your name in the history books. And honestly, if there's a scientist out there who could say with complete honesty and sincerity that they didn't care about being remembered for their contributions, you've never met them.\n\nYou decide to take the job at Eclipse Robotics, and soon you're having your things packed up and readied for the move to the apartment accommodations they're generously providing for you. Just before you shut down your computer to start packing it up, you receive an email... looks like it's from the HR department at Green Dawn. They're asking if you're ready to help create a better, greener tomorrow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be complimentary.|EcliA1x1]]\n\n[[Be snide.|EcliB1x1]]

"Yeah, I have a boyfriend," you agree, bobbing your head. "He's nice, I really like him."\n\n"Oh yeah? Pretty serious with you two?"\n\n"I mean yeah, I guess so?" You rub the back of your neck. "I dunno what 'serious' really is at our age, but, y'know. We're close, yeah."\n\n"So how come you two aren't hanging out today, huh?" Kuan finally speaks up, voice rich and curious as he looks at you.\n\nYou make a face. "His friends have been monopolizing his time lately." It actually feels good to get some of this off of your chest, even if it is to two strangers. "Like every single time I try to find time to get together his buddies have already pressured him into plans."\n\n"What, he ain't making time for you? That's bullshit," Kuan asserts, which you can't help but give a nod of agreement to. "Got a girl like you and he isn't makin' time. I mean, is he at least giving you some good lovin' or...?"\n\n"I mean... it was good when we were, but... it's been awhile," you admit, squirming a little on the seat. "You know, finding time. And stuff." Since it's not like the two of you can just check into a motel or go to someone's apartment, it always has to be time stolen when one of you's parents are out of the house. But you decide not to mention that.\n\n"That's definitely some bullshit, baby. You must be pent up as hell." Kuan grins again, sitting back. "Y'know, we could help you with that, show you some fun. Maybe even find a good party to go to, let off some steam, y'know?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Uh, fun?|GGBad2x2]]\n\n[[Party, huh?|GGBad3x1]]

He's literally naked and not paying attention at the moment. Grinning, you slowly and carefully bring a hand up to your belt and unsheath one of your throwing daggers, then wait until he's swimming away before creeping silently out of the shadow and across the floor. You wait until he's right in the middle of the pool... where it seems the deepest... before squatting down at the edge and calling out, "Hi!"\n\nHe splutters with a faceful of water, drawing up and treading water, staring at you with wide eyes. You can practically see the thoughts whirling behind the glowing red circles, so you give the throwing knife a little toss and catch it by the blade just to draw his attention to it. "Let's see, you're in about ten feet of water, give or take two feet, meaning that if you start trying to cast any spells it's a tossup over whether you'll be interrupted by the water closing over your head first or my knife between your eyes first. You wanna find out or you wanna live a bit longer while just swimming in place?"\n\nHe scowls, but slowly brings his arms out to the sides and keeps them there, kicking his legs. "As if you weren't going to kill me anyway, elf," he hisses.\n\n"Ah, ah, half-elf, and I don't even give a shit about the half, if we're honest," you chirp, wagging a finger at him. "Let's not turn this into a pissing match over who hates who, because you automatically win since I don't hate you."\n\nHe frowns, almost as if confusion, then snorts. "Then you're just here to rob me."\n\n"Pretty much! No dying has to be involved, and I really prefer it that way. Mm?" You duck your head a bit, looking him right in the eye. "Believe me?"\n\n"... Yes, I suppose I do. Very well, what do you want of me?"\n\nAt least one particularly lewd answer flashes through your mind, but instead you say, "Slowly swim over here and walk up the steps. You do anything that looks like the start of a spell, my throwing hand gets itchy. Understood?"\n\n"Understood." Sighing, he swims over, arriving at the stone steps and planting his feet, slowly making his way up the steps with his hands still a bit raised. Water streams down his black skin and drips from his hairless balls and that long, swaying cock, and you resist the urge to lick your lips as you gesture him in front of you, then slip behind and pull a pair of cuffs from your pouch. This body was apparently prepared for anything, though you can feel it preparing for certain things as you clip the metal bands around his wrists and lock them. "And what will you do with me now, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Talk to him.|GGRogue1x14]]\n\n[[Molest him.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

<b>December 3, 2018</b>\n* And so we head into the last DW build of 2018. And we start with a few things of [[cherub Jamie and the married woman|ChJa2x1]].\n<b>December 4, 2018</b>\n* Moar cherub Jamie.\n<b>December 6, 2018</b>\n* Eric-as-Commander Erin can now [[agree to let the Raptarran fuck her|TrekF5x3]] in exchange for technological secrets.\n<b>December 7, 2018</b>\n* More Fuck Trek stuff.\n* Eric-Ranma can [[hurry past|FRanX5x3]] the cum-bloated Kasumi in her quest to save Akane.\n<b>December 8, 2018</b>\n* More Ranma stuff, including being able to drain Kasumi instead.\n<b>December 10, 2018</b>\n* Jamie now has answers to give when visiting [[Honesty's Reward|QODS2x4]].\n<b>December 11, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now [[untie one of the reindeer on her roof|HollyXmas5x2]].\n<b>December 12, 2018</b>\n* Jamie can now agree to [[abandon the normal life|QOSuc3x2]] and run off with Mary.\n<b>December 13, 2018</b>\n* More of Jamie's adventures in the isekai world Mary secured for his enjoyment.\n<b>December 14, 2018</b>\n* A bit of a classic, [[Anubilis tormenting Rei|HLSenshi20x1]] (with donkey transformation).\n<b>December 17, 2018</b>\n* Some of the options under Maya and Jamie playing with the [[Magic Book|QOMaya1x1]] have been removed for either being too difficult to convey in this medium, or for overlapping too much with other content.\n* Speaking of which, "Magickez Mozt Forbihden" is now available.\n* Cyan can now purchase the [[Lone Survivor|GGMCE8x1]] costume from the clothing emporium.\n<b>December 19, 2018</b>\n* Some stuff for Cyan to do with [[Poison Alter|GG-FF-PAStart]] in SIMFITE.\n<b>December 20, 2018</b>\n* Eric-as-Homura can now [[patrol the halls|Homura1x3]] after taking the palace guard job.\n<b>December 21, 2018</b>\n* More of Jamie and Maya poking at the Forbidden Magic section of the book. (Jamie has also been given a last name. Unless I have already given him a last name and forgotten it, in which case I am a doof.)\n<b>December 26, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can now elect to [[get some toys|GGParent3x8]] to enhance her toying with Karen.\n<b>December 31, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can suggest she and her mother [[calm down|GGCandy4x1]] after their blue candy-fueled futa fucking.

You like electronics. They are shiny, make fun noises, and allow you to access the internet so as to give you chances to annoy other people. You cruise on into the large, well-lit store, which is currently full of fresh new electronics on display with nary a fingerprint to be seen on them. Wow, they must have opened a <i>really</i> short time ago! You've only been looking around for a minute or two when you're approached by a tall, lean, woman with her hair twisted into a ducktail, and little half-rim glasses perched on her nose. She's wearing a fairly nice suit instead of the khakis and polo shirt you'd usually associate with an electronics store employee, but she does have a name badge on... maybe she's the regional manager here for the opening or something?\n\n"Good day, I'm Lilith, and it's a pleasure to welcome you to Brightstar Electronics," she says evenly, without an overabundance of the fake customer service cheer you'd been subconsciously bracing yourself to answer in kind. "Can I help you find anything today?"\n\n"No, just browsing, thanks," you reply, expecting that to be the end of it.\n\n"Well, if I could perhaps encourage you to do more than browse?" Your slight shock at that response must show, because she smiles slightly. "Don't worry, this isn't a 'hard sell', I've no intention of hounding you. But for this store's grand opening, we're having a limited run special... an interest-free finance plan, where you pay what you want each month for the first year, and as little as ten dollars a month after that until the item is paid off."\n\nThat gets your attention, since even you can manage that easily enough. Heck, that's less than the cost of some of the MMOs you're subscribed to. "Huh, that does sound pretty good. Is that just on the like low-end stuff, or...?"\n\n"Certainly not, it's on everything in the store. We don't run those sort of limited promotions at Brightstar. But if I could perhaps show you a few select items that I think you'd find very worth your time?" She beckons, and you're hooked enough that you follow her along as she walks along, indicating various displays. "Brightstar is more than a simple retail chain, we're also a new but very strong contender in the field of electronics production. Our [[smart watch|GGME]] is far more powerful than anything else you'll find on the market. Our [[universal remote controls|GGME]] are indeed universal, with none of the awkward and lengthy steps necessary for pairing to other devices that lesser contenders use. Hm, could I assume that you're an artistic sort...?"\n\n"I dabble," you admit, shrugging. Both of your parents are artists after all, and you're actually fairly decent if you say so yourself, but you haven't really pushed yourself to get a ton better.\n\n"Our [[art tablets|GGME2x2]] would allow you to do more than dabble... powerful tools can assist you in making dreams reality. These are, in fact, geared heavily towards character model generation, with intuitive scanners and numerous options for making models that are incredibly real. Or perhaps you'd be interested in a new personal computer? It is <i>quite</i> expensive... but as noted, you have your whole life to pay it off," she notes as she comes to a stop next to the bright, shiny red-cased computer which glows internally with orange and yellow lights, the nearby monitor playing a fiery screensaver while the lit keyboard displays similar colors to the case lights. "[[The Diablo|GGME]] is a top-of-the-line gaming rig, with a sextuple-core processor, sixty gigabytes of memory, and six overclocked cooling fans. I'm sure you're perfectly capable of understanding the rest of the specifications yourself, to judge by the look in your eyes. Its proprietary OS will allow you to run anything you wish, I assure you. Now, if you are indeed interested in any of these items, I've a contract for the payment plan right here," she notes, lifting up a sheaf of papers from somewhere. "You only need to sign, and whichever of these things you find needful can be yours."

Figuring Adjustment Mode is probably just something to smooth out the model's file type for saving and exporting to other stuff, you tap the toggle on and hit Commit. Some bit of motion makes you glance up, and you wind up staring at the sight before you.\n\nAs you watch, the survey lady is changing, much like she did when you moved the sliders, except everything's happening at once. Her wrinkles are smoothing out and disappearing, back straightening and shoulders squaring up some, breasts rising and firming even as they expand outward. She seems completely unaware of anything that's happening even as her clothes alter to accommodate her hips as they shift into more youthful, idealized curves and snug up against a flat, trim stomach and slender waist. Her growing breasts press more firmly against her clipboard as her arm is steadily pushed out along with it, her eyes clearing as she searches for her next potential target.\n\nYou frantically glance around, but no one seems to have even blinked at the fantastic sight taking place before you. In fact no one seems to be treating the fact that there's now a woman with ginormous tits in their midst, other than the obvious handful of appreciative or envious glances. Taking advantage of a man who slowed to admire the view, the woman approaches him about the survey, and you recognize him as having passed earlier. Neither seem to find it odd whatsoever that she's changed from a sixty-year-old granny-type into a huge-breasted young knockout.\n\nFeeling lightheaded, you turn off the tablet (which doesn't affect her appearance whatsoever) and flip its cover into place before slipping it into your bag, then heading home in a daze. You... you can't have really seen that, can you? Except that it seemed really... really real, and you don't feel like you've been asleep or just woke up, other than the fact that you're experiencing some heady disconnect from your own senses. Flopping to sit on the edge of your bed for a moment, you haul the tablet back out and turn it back on. The startup screen this time offers a 'Load Last Scan?' option, and doing so brings up the image of the mall area you were in, and the people (including the huge-breasted deaged survey lady), although now they're all completely still and in T-poses. After a moment, you clear out the scan. There has to be a quick way to check if this thing really works the way it seems to.\n\nThinking on it, you come up with an idea. You turn on your TV and find a live news broadcast, one currently featuring an attractive young woman as the anchor. You hit 'Scan' again and wait for it to build its model of your room, then swing the image to look at the TV and try tapping the frozen image of the anchor. To your mild surprise but immense relief for your attempts to check if this is really working, it immediately brings up the model screen with her featured. Now, to test it. You don't want to spend too long messing with the model this time or she might switch to another anchor, so you try something you didn't last time... the 'Race' pulldown menu. You tap the arrow beside the current listing of 'Caucasian' to show down the pulldown menu, which includes a handful of options as well as one at the bottom reading 'Full List', which would presumably let you go more deeply into customizing. You're curious, but as noted on a time crunch, so simply select the default 'Black' option. The model blips instantly to a new layout, with dark brown skin and somewhat rounder jaw and cheekbones, her hair changing from dishwater blonde to deep black and curly, pulled into a similar ponytail but hugging more closely to her head in doing so, hazel eyes darkening, as well as more hips that likely indicate a bit more generous rear. Quirking an eyebrow, you nevertheless consider for a moment, then decide to toggle the display of clothes off before hitting Commit to see if it makes any difference, quickly looking back up at the screen.\n\nThe anchor continues to deliver her report on the latest activities of the British royal family as her clothes instantly disappear and her skin gradually darkens, deepening to a rich tan and then a milk chocolate brown as her breasts swell slightly, pink nipples turning darker and thicker. Her lips fill out slightly as her jaw and cheeks round out, hair curling on itself as it darkens to a deep raven color. Her bare boobs jiggle slightly as she makes a show of tapping her papers down and setting them aside before moving on to the next story.\n\nYou stare, both at the change and waiting for something to happen. But there are no squawks of amazement at a woman's race visibly changing onscreen, nor any cut to commercial or technical difficulties screens at the fact that there's now a nude woman on network television reading the news. Feeling stunned again, you pull out your phone and look up the newscaster's name, finding that all the images of her are of an African-American woman... and most of them are of her doing the newscast naked. Apparently as far as the world is concerned, she's not only always been black, but a major network having a nudist anchorwoman is completely normal.\n\n'... Adjustment Mode... that's what it does,' you think as you set the phone aside and stare at the newscast again. 'Not only can this thing change real people's bodies by changing the models of them, that Adjustment Mode basically... retcons it so that it was always that way, and everyone thinks the adjustment is normal. That means... you could make whatever changes you want to someone and never get caught, because nobody would know anything was changed.'\n\n<hr>\n[[This is freaky, unnatural, and dangerous!|GGME]]\n\n[[This is... really cool.|GGME2x4]]

Hm. Maybe it is time to take your art a bit more seriously. After all, it's always a way to pick up money on the side even if you don't move into an art-related field. Besides, if your parents hear that you're getting serious about it, maybe they'll even take over your payments or something. "I think I'd like to get the art tablet."\n\n"Excellent." Lilith smiles evenly as you fish out a ten dollar bill (which you expect a rejection of or at least a scowl, but she just plucks it from your hand), and has you fill in a few things on the contract. Tucking the papers away, she reaches over to unfasten the clamps on the display model. "Here, why don't you just take this one?"\n\nYou blink. "Um, but-"\n\n"We only put it out a few minutes ago, I assure you. Here's all the necessities," she adds, dipping under the counter and proffering you a drawstring bag. "The manual and cables. This one is charged up and ready, you see, and I really think you should try the scan function before you leave, while you still have access to the variety of people out in the public," she urges, winking at you. "Trust me."\n\n"O... kay." Shrugging, you accept the tablet. Weird lady. But hell, you're walking out of here with a high-end art tablet and only ten dollars poorer, you can't complain too much. You make your way to one of the more central sections of the mall and plop yourself down, turning on the tablet and watching its fiery startup screen play (that's pretty cool). The screen that pops up has several selections: 'Start New File', 'Import File', and 'Scan Area' being the top ones. Well, the sales lady did suggest it, so you tap 'Scan Area'. The tablet blips and spends a few moments showing a swirling-flames loading icon. Then you blink as it pops up an image that looks like you took a photo of the area in front of you. Except that you never even raised the tablet. There are a handful of tools, so you pull out the stylus and click the 'scroll' icon to drag it, finding you can swing the view around in full three dimensions. "Wild," you murmur to yourself.\n\nIt looks like pretty much all the people got scanned too, though they're just sort of standing around in T-poses, drifting slowly by as they move in and out of the area. (There's a small 'History' button in the corner, maybe that's where it keeps track of people that it's scanned but aren't around anymore?) Curious, you tap one of the people who's largely static in location in real life too... an older lady hanging around trying to get people to take surveys. Tapping her with the stylus swings her up into the foreground on a screen, with the options for 'Edit Manually' and 'Edit With Presets' appearing beside her. Since you're curious, you tap the presets option, and watch as that half of the screen is replaced by a scrollable list of sliders, pulldown menus, and checkboxes, all with various names.\n\nYou notice that it has her name up at the top, which is also editable, but that you decide to leave alone for the moment. One of the first sliders is 'Age', currently set at 61. (Wow, she looks older.) You tap the bar of the slider and drag it to the left, fascinated as the image on the right grows thinner, slightly taller, and then shorter again, wrinkles disappearing and hair darkening to black. (The hairstyle and clothes stay the same though, though it does look like there are selectors for those.) Huh, that's pretty cool you think, leaving the slider set at 19. Curious, you start tapping on the woman's image, and each tap automatically selects the slider for the body part in question. Just idly messing, you tighten up her belly and waist, alter the curves of her hips a little, make a few other changes here and there, treating it like designing a body shape for uploading to a video game mod site that will earn you a bunch of downloads. ... Speaking of which. Grinning and mostly for the lulz, you select her breasts, and move the slider well up until each boob is roughly twice the size of her head. You snicker to yourself at your silliness, but at the same time have to admit that this has to be one of the best modeling programs you've ever used... normally sizing up a part like that would make the shape start getting all janky or even showing hard polygon edges, but the image looks as natural as it's possible for such immense breasts to be and still maintain the same firmness and fullness as smaller ones. You discover a toggle for showing clothes and turn that off, and they're not all veiny or distorted either, they really are pretty idealized like a game character's.\n\nOnce you've toggled her clothes back on, you notice that way down at the bottom of the list of potential alterations is a big green button reading 'Commit'. Above that is a little toggle button, with text next to it reading 'Adjustment Mode'. Presumably that will save the model, though you're not sure what Adjustment Mode is. Well, you've spent about fifteen minutes working on this, may as well try saving the model for some later use.\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn Adjustment Mode on, Commit.|GGME2x3]]\n\n[[Leave Adjustment Mode off, Commit.|GGME]]

This... is way too interesting an opportunity. You tap your own character model, feeling somewhere between a wild surge of power and an intense burst of fear as the now familiar screen pops up. Curious, you tap the clothes display option... yep, that's you naked. You glance down at yourself reflexively, feeling briefly surprised to see yourself clothed, before you remember that you have to hit Commit before any changes will take effect. Right.\n\nHm, well, here's something. You find the listing for 'Clothing & Accessories' and open it up, tapping open more lists and menus until you find one for body jewelry. Sorting through images of nipple rings, you find a pair you like (silver with little sapphires on the center) and drag the image over to your model, blushing a little as they click into place and you see what you'll look like wearing them. Pretty good, really. You almost hit 'Commit' before you remember to tap your clothes back on, then hit the green button and brace yourself, flinching and closing your eyes. After a second you peek one open and glance down at yourself... you were expecting like a sudden pinch or something. Pulling off your shirt, you look down and... yep, there they are, your nipples now stiff and pierced by a pair of little silver rings. You were expecting a sudden pinching sensation or something, but they're just... there. You set the tablet aside and bring your hands up, gently tugging at the rings and giving a soft 'mmf' of response. No pain, really, unless you tug a bit harder (and even that's... a bit nice). So it's obvious that it's like you've had them for awhile. ... Surely not <i>always</i>, it can't have made it so that you had them from birth since they're just an accessory! Maybe more like 'as soon as you were legally allowed to get them with parent permission', which you've never been able to get before.\n\nBut yes, obviously it works on you too. You spend a little bit messing with the various sliders and options. Overall you're pretty happy with your body, but just a few touches here and there to the size of your breasts and a bit on the shape of your butt and hips. You also find that there are sliders for muscles, and by tweaking them and then shifting the 'Visible Muscle Definition' back down (most) of the way, you achieve a look mostly like usual, albeit with an overall more fit appearance and taut stomach without going all the way to girlabs. You hit 'Commit', glance around, then spot one of your messenger bags that's loaded almost to bursting with tabletop gaming books. You walk over and snag the handle... and lift it near-effortlessly. Looks like it really did work, you've effectively made yourself stronger! A lot stronger, it seems.\n\nGrinning, you flop back down, bare breasts jiggling and nipple rings flashing lightly as you turn your attention back to the model. Let's see... you don't really want to mess with your race, you've already made your hair a bit longer, your name is fine just as it is...\n\nYou pause as you notice that the Sex option is a dropdown menu. Tapping it, you see that it lists not just 'Male' and 'Female', but other options like 'Intersex (Male Appearance, Hermaphrodite)', 'Intersex (Female Appearance, Hermaphrodite)', 'Intersex (Female Appearance, No Vagina)', and the option for a custom sex. You could... well, you always have kind of wondered [[what having one would be like|GGME2x6]]...\n\nOn the other hand... well, you've always been largely satisfied with the size of your boobs, but that was partly because you knew if they were enormous, they wouldn't look as good. Using this thing, that's not a problem! You could [[give yourself a pair of huge 'Get out of jail free' cards|GGME]] that would make you quite possibly the most popular girl in school, really let you put some of those bitches with mere DD's in their place!\n\nOr... now here's a thought, you muse with a thoughtful frown. You're passingly familiar with enough theories about what attracts people to others that with a bit of work, you could make yourself [[intensely attractive to everyone|GGME]]. With that and some of the other options available, you could make yourself popualr with... whoever you wanted to be popular with.

You can't believe this thing is like... magic, or supertech, or something, but you've had something amazing pretty much fall into your hands! You've got to try it out more!\n\nHm, let's see. You could try it out on more TV personalities or celebrities, but that seems kind of 'meh'. Same for all the models currently stored in the history from the earlier scan. No, it would be best to try this on someone you know. You could call up [[a friend|GGME]] or track down [[an enemy|GGME]]. Or, well, you could wait for your [[parents|GGME]] to come home, there's a thought...\n\nYou pause briefly as a thought occurs to you. Tapping back to the scanned model of your room, you find the controls for moving away from the central point, move ahead some, and then swing around 180. And... there's [[you|GGME2x5]], sitting with your arms straight out to the sides, tablet in one hand. Could you alter yourself as thoroughly as others...?

'Why mess around with maybes when you've got like some sort of god-machine to use?' you think, unable to keep a bit of a smug smirk off your lips. It shifts to a thoughtful frown as you consider. But how? This thing alters people's bodies, not their minds (that you've discovered so far). Well, it alters their minds when it does Adjustment Mode...\n\nThen you blink. Maybe that's it! One of the options it has is 'Import File'. Picking up the tablet again, you select that and find that it apparently has options for importing other models as well as its own filetype... but also, just as you were hoping, image and movie files. \n\n'She said it had a ton of editing options, so I'm betting it will let me edit movies so that different stuff happens in them,' you think with a grin. 'And with Adjustment Mode on, a movie file of the past will retroactively change to become the truth. I can rewrite any video I take to make it go my way... I won't remember or experience it the way I make it go in the movie, apparently, since I'm the one with the tablet, but that means that going forward I can take advantage of what I set up!'\n\nYou consider briefly on how best to do this. Well first of all you might need to decide who you want to target. ... The closest and easiest targets would, of course, be [[one of your parents|GGME2x8]], which really should alarm you to think of, but apparently the double dose of teenage hormones is really doing a number on you because all that really happens is your cock starting to twitch back to life. But again you also have options of targeting a [[friend|GGME]], or you suppose an [[enemy|GGME]]. But then someone [[semi-anonymous|GGME]] might be better, though you guess you'd have to do more work setting it up so you could actually take advantage of that.

"I..." You realize you hadn't even really thought of what to say when you got to this point, and now that you're here, your head is spinning. Maybe that's because of the smell in the room... that sweet, spicy incense smell seems like it's grown stronger, actually pressing in around you like an almost physical thing. You can feel it stroking over your skin, warm and flickering, making your face flush and your body feel hot and slick beneath your clothes. You're almost distantly aware of your cock going stiff in your pants, unable to really think to hide it as you stare at Alyc, more and more entranced by his beauty.\n\n"I want to be fucked," you find yourself saying, the words coming out in almost a whimper, drawing in a hard breath at the end of them. "I... I want to have cocks shoved in me, I want to be fucked by big, hard cocks over and over and over."\n\n"I see," Alyc replies simply, one corner of his mouth curling up. "Before we continue, stand up and remove your clothes for me."\n\nA rush of humiliation, embarrassment, shock all spills through you... and yet it feels like you can't help but stand up. It's not like your body is so much moving on its own, as... as you're moving it despite all the things that would normally hold you back from doing so. You tug your shirt out of your waistband and pull it off over your head, dropping it aside and leaving your sleek chest bare in the dimly-lit, incense-hazed room, feet slipping out of your shoes and nudging them aside. Your trembling hands move to undo your pants, thumbs hooking into the waistband of both them and your underwear, both slipping down your slender legs as you bend over and step out of them. Straightening up, you stand bare in front of Alyc, breath shuddering softly between your slightly-parted lips, your stiff cock jutting out in front of you as if presented for his approval.\n\n"Mmm. Definitely not bad," Alyc murmurs, looking you up and down without shame. "A lot of directions we could go. Even now plenty of appeal. Now, Jamie, I want you to tell me about how you came about your craving for cock. But while you do, I also want you to bend over and spread your ass to show me the slutty little hole that you want filled."\n\nYou gasp softly at the shock of that... and yet a second later you're turning, bending forward, reaching back, your shaking hands coming to grip your pert butt and slowly spreading it apart, displaying your asshole to the beautiful stranger that seems to be capable of making you do... what you really want to do, deep down. And as you do, you're saying, still in a breathy whimper of a voice, "I took a dogsitting job... and the dog wound up raping me. Except I probably really wanted it from the start... I wanted to get fucked, and getting fucked felt so good. I spent the rest of the time letting him pound my ass whenever he wanted, sucking his cock, and being his bitch." Your cock twitches where it's jutting down below your belly, a droplet of pre falling to hit the floor as you continue to display your pucker for him.\n\n"I see, I see. Already a half-trained bitch, then," Alyc replies with a chuckle. You can hear him rising to his feet, and see his legs as he moves up behind you. You give another gasp as two of his fingers, slick with something, slide inside you and start stroking in a slow circle back and forth along your inner walls, making you moan lowly. "Mmm. Softened up a bit, but still nice and tight. Really rather perfect. Alright, Jamie, I accept you as my property. Get down on your knees and lean forward over the couch so I can use you."\n\n"Yes Master, thank you Master," you whisper, your body still trembling lightly as you sink forward onto your knees and bring your arms forward, draping them ahead of you on the padded couch. You're shaking a bit as you feel Alyc's cock... long and slender to judge by the way it presses and rubs against your pert buttocks. And then he's pushing inside you, making you moan eagerly as his hands run slowly up your hips and along your back. He just keeps sliding in, and in, and in, slender but long, until you can feel fabric pressing against your balls, letting you know he hasn't bothered to undress yet. He's just going to fuck you as a business transaction, taking possession of his new property, something you're ever more certain of and inflamed by as he begins pumping into you with long, elegant, slow strokes, his hands still toying with your body as he does, stroking over your sides, sliding down to tease your nipples, but never touching your own stiff prick as it juts below you.\n\n"Do you know what Honesty's Reward is, Jamie?" Alyc murmurs, his voice just as elegant and even as ever, despite having become a bit richer with pleasure. "A place where everyone is honest about who they are, what they want. They can't help it, their inner desires, the things they want most but would never admit to anyone else, that they struggle not to admit to themselves. But they have to admit it here, they have to yield to it, and the reward for their honesty is being indulged in those pleasures that their deceit, their public mask, denies them. The reward for your honesty, Jamie, is to become my property, and to be used by others for their pleasure... just as you wanted to be," he adds with a soft laugh, finally taking a grip on your hips and beginning to thrust faster, making you cry out and spurt your load against the side of the couch and the floor. Alyc's soft laugh caresses your ears again. "Yes, cum and cum again, enjoy being able to do so as freely as you like this one last time. From now on you will not cum unless I say you can cum, you will not fuck unless I say you can fuck, and your life is mine. So enjoy these orgasms as your freedom passes, pet... you didn't want it anyway."\n\nYou cum twice more before Alyc pulls you back against him and spills into your ass, your eyes rolling and body trembling as your cock spurts and your ass trembles, an orgasm unlike anything you've ever felt before sparking through your entire body and burning away your free will. You're left panting and trembling, feeling empty and the ticklish sensation of cum dribbling down your taint and over your balls, not really remembering feeling Alyc pull out of you. Once you straighten up and turn, you find that he's discarded most of his clothes, his shirt unbuttoned and left splayed open to display his flat belly and sleek chest, his cock glistening and jutting up from his lap, smooth brown balls hanging below it. Obeying the unspoken demand, you crawl over on all fours and lean in, dragging your tongue along the slender, dusky prick that was so recently in your ass. You kiss lovingly at it all the way back down, then start sucking and licking at his balls, cleaning up all the little dribbles of cum that slipped down over them. Once they're glistening and clean, you lick your way back up the length of his shaft, and slide your mouth over the head. Because that's what he wants you to do, you don't stop even as it presses into your throat, just swallowing him all the way down, licking and sucking all the way. You bob your head back up bit by bit, making sure to clean every bit of him as you come up, until you finally raise your head and look up at him, flushed and panting.\n\n"Yes, you're going to be very, very popular here, I think," Alyc murmurs, stroking a hand over your head as tenderly as any master would a pet. "Mm. If you were a bit closer to virginal, I might save you for something more special, but having been fucked so many times by a dog... why don't we introduce you by putting you in the free use room for the day?"\n\nAnd so you spend the rest of the day being fucked by whoever takes a fancy to, anyone just wandering through the club and glances in and thus decides to stuff their cock in your mouth or ass. Sometimes both at once, strange men whose faces you can't quite see in the dim lighting pounding you from both ends, your dick-muffled moans overlapping with the sound of hips slapping your ass and balls impacting against your own. Fat men, fit men, hairy and bulbous or sleek and pretty, with long slender cocks or short fat ones, you don't care, your place is just to service them all. Of course near the end of the day, there's a pair of them that are both long and thick, and you find yourself sandwiched between them, trembling, whimpering, and cumming all over your own belly and chest as they both push into your ass at once, their pricks stroking and rubbing together as they stretch you wide, fucking your tight little hole together.\n\nEventually, with night falling outside, you finish your shower in something of a daze and dress in your clothes again, making your way back to the front. Alyc, still wearing only his open shirt and lounging near the hookah, apparently unconcerned that anyone might enter, smiles languidly as he sees you. "Off home for the day, pet? Well, home for now." He sits up and stretches a bit, then mms. "Don't worry. Being my property comes with certain protections. As long as you speak nothing of this place, no one will question your comings and goings, or any changes they see in you. Mm, let's see... ah yes. I forbid you to cum," he adds, making you blush. "Until further notice. Well, I will make a single exception... the first time you take a new cock in your ass and fuck it, you may cum that way. Once, and once only. And I will allow you to seek out one such cock before you return. The day after tomorrow, at noon. No cumming, no fucking other than that. And don't worry about your willpower, as if you had any... my commands are absolute, you wouldn't be able to disobey if you wanted to."\n\nYou nod sheepishly, knowing it's true, whispering, "Goodbye, master," before slipping out and heading for home. You suppose you shouldn't be surprised when your parents don't seem concerned that you were out all day or that you don't tell them where you were. After all, Master Alyc said they wouldn't, so they don't, that's just the way the world works, isn't it? You eat dinner and soon retire to bed, exhausted by your long day of being used as a fucktoy. Of course, thinking about that soon has your cock stiffening again... and unable to really resist, you reach down and start stroking it. You whimper and writhe on the bed, feeling your cock throb and tremble with aching pleasure in your hand, but of course no matter how much you stroke it, no matter how much you finger your ass, you can't make yourself cum. You eventually force your hands down and manage to go to sleep, but awaken several times in the night, finding your hands drifting down, urging yourself to that sweet agony of the edge without possibility of release. \n\nWhen you finally awake and it's light outside, you huff into your pillow as you feel your cock throbbing, trapped between your belly and the bed. Master Alyc said you weren't allowed to come back to the club and return to being a fucktoy until tomorrow... noon tomorrow! Your lot is to serve him, and no doubt your torment is pleasing him greatly, but it's still soooo hard!\n\n<hr>\n[[You need to calm down.|QOClub]]\n\n[[You need to get fucked.|QOClub]]

Mm... your mother already has a really great body, with a nice round ass and big tits, and admittedly there's the narcissistic appeal of the fact that she looks a lot like you. You stroke your now thoroughly stiff dick again as you consider. You suppose you could dig up [[an old video|GGME]] of the two of you, but a lot of those have been shared around and... well, basically retconning you and her having any kind of sexual relationship into being essentially public knowledge. To judge by your experiment with the news lady, the world would also be just as fine with that as your current, normal relationship with her... but you're not entirely sure that you're quite ready for that level of weird. ... On the other hand it would mean you could be fucking her practically the moment she came home from work.\n\nThe more delayed gratification method would be to [[make a new video|GGME2x10]]. That way you could make it so that it was really only something between the two of you... or at least something that the entire world wouldn't know. You'd also have a much broader range of, well... 'flavors' you could give things. It would mean that you probably wouldn't be able to actually fuck her for a day or two, but it would give you more options and more control.

Fuck it, they're convenient and they're both already hot, and if there's anything you don't like, well, you can just change them with the tablet, right?\n\nBut then the question is, whether to go for your [[father|GGME]], or your [[mother|GGME2x9]]... or maybe [[both|GGME]]?

Frowning a little, you lean over the phone, typing back 'You first.'\n\n'No way' comes the almost immediate response.\n\nFeeling a bit of fire in your gut, you spend a few seconds struggling for words, trying to get a handle on this newfound 'sincerity' thing. Then you send back 'Trust is a two way street. Send me one like I sent you and then I'll send you a full body. But then you have to do the same. That way we've both got the same leverage and we're both proving we're serious.'\n\nThe wait for a reply is much longer this time, and you nervously move from your desk to sit on your bed, fidgeting as you stare at the screen. Finally it buzzes, and your heart almost stops at the sight on it. It looks like Lilith has taken more steps to hide her identity than you... she's wearing a black surgical mask over her lower face and has kept most of her hair out of the shot, but there's still enough there to have a pretty good idea that it's her. Her shirt is pulled up and held at her collarbone with one hand, and... wow. Her tits are smaller than yours, probably right at a B-cup, and her nipples are so pink, standing out against the pale white of her skin. They look amazingly perfect and before you know it you're fantasizing about sucking one.\n\nOkay, so turns out you're incredibly gay. Alright.\n\n'your turn' comes the next text from her.\n\nTaking a deep breath, you get up and pull off your shirt, then undo your skirt and let it drop before peeling out of your panties. You leave on your blue thigh-highs because frankly you think you look amazing in them. Snagging your phone, you walk naked across your room to stand in front of the three-way mirror installed in one corner. You do look good, you have to admit... perfect C-cups, trim body, full-body light tan (thanks to the expensive and very artful type of booths). Unable to help striking a bit of a pose, you put a hand behind your head and turn a bit to one side, shifting your shoulders to make your tits more prominent. Resisting the urge to find some other way to cover your face, you bring the phone into position and snap the photo, hurriedly attaching and sending it before you lose your nerve (but still taking the time to make sure you're only sending it to Lilith).\n\nThe response comes quickly again. 'holy shit you actually did it' \n\nSmirking a little and feeling emboldened, you take a moment to lock your door before heading over to the bed and flopping down on it, not bothering to put anything back on. 'Your turn.'\n\nThere's a lapse of a few minutes before the response comes. The mirror selfie is obviously in a bathroom mirror, since the counter just almost blocks the view of Lilith's pussy. She's sleek and pale all over, you find, just the right amount of curve to be somehow... elegant is the word that comes to mind. She's got her hand on the side of her neck, probably having had to resist the urge to cover her face as well... a face that's adorably pink. Holy shit, she's blushing, despite having her demonic red contacts in and everything, that's so cute!\n\n'So? What do you think?' comes a followup text from her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Send 'Now do you trust me?'|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Send 'You're really hot.'|MeanLove]]

The figurine has a vaguely feminine curvature to the overall body shape, mostly made distinct by the shape of wings curled at its back and horns arcing from its forehead. It does seem to have the most nooks and crannies of any of the figures, so you decide to start with it, picking it up and bringing the cloth in. Then you blink at the sound of a <i>poof</i> from behind you... you're not sure what "poof" really sounds like but you definitely heard one. You turn around to look, staring at the sight before you.\n\nAlmost seven feet tall (not quite including the horns), the demon woman is naked and purple-skinned, darker purple patches running along her lower legs and arms and around her neck. She brushes her claw-tipped fingers back under her long blue hair to brush it back, giving her head-sized tits a shake at the same time, the dark purple nipples pierced by gold rings. She thumps one black hoof against the floor, the dark purple skin of her legs shifting to fur of the same color around the top of said hooves, the movement of her stomp jiggling her tits and shaking the long, limp equine cock dangling over a pair of hefty purple balls.\n\nHer black-scleraed yellow eyes open and fix on you. "Well, hello, pet," she coos, bringing a fingertip to her lips. "Don't you look delightful."\n\n"Oh my God," you whisper, starting to tremble, looking down at the figurine in your hand. "... Mistress told me not to touch her stuff! She'll be furious! Maybe if I go ahead and clean it and put it back... no, then she'll know, but... oh God..."\n\nThe demoness stares at you for a moment, apparently rather nonplussed by your reaction, then takes a glance around the room and rolls her eyes. "Lauriel." Looking back at you, she snorts and snaps her fingers.\n\nIt's as if a filmy gauze draped over your brain were suddenly yanked away. Your jaw drops, and so does the demon figurine, falling to the carpet with a thump as you go scrambling backwards with a scream, your bare back thumping against the shelves. Almost as an afterthought, you jam an arm across your tits and a hand over your crotch. "W-w-w-what the <i>FUCK</i>?!" you shriek, trembling.\n\n"You're under a High Elf's entrancement spell, kid, reinforced by that collar. And probably a bit of elvish wine early on, if I had to guess?" The demoness brings the back of her fingers to her mouth to chuckle. "Lemme guess, you couldn't wait to swear yourself to her, put on her collar, be her slave?"\n\n"..." You stare, mouth agog, before rage overcomes the strangeness of everything else. "That <i>bitch</i>!"\n\n"Oh, absolutely," the demoness replies with a nod. "She's a pain in the ass to deal with, and I really rue the day she found one of my summoning figurines." She turns her hand and taps her lower lip again. "Of course, I suppose you could do something about that."\n\n"Huh? You... you can free me? You can help me get back at her?" you ask, a bit of hope surging amidst all the fear and anger.\n\n"Sort of but not quite. Oh, don't look so crestfallen, let me explain." The demoness rests her hands on her hips and shifts a bit, the spade-tipped tail you hadn't noticed until now flicking behind her. "I can't just break the spell she has on you, I can only push it back while I'm here... I leave, her charms will close back in around your mind and you'll go back to happily licking her toilets clean." Smirking some at your wince, she continues. "But while I'm here I can make one of the basic deals demons have to offer mortals like you. A deal for power."\n\n"... Power?" That makes your ears perk up, even amidst all the rest of it.\n\n"Oh, like that, do you? This might work out very well, then." Smiling even more broadly, the demon takes a few steps towards you and leans down, heavy breasts swaying a bit in your face. "Alright, kiddo, there's three sorts of power I can give you... a witch's power, a demon's power, or a dark elf's power. Knowing Lauriel's usual type, you're probably a rich girl, huh? Already know your way around daddy's finances a bit?" At your dubious nod, she snickers. "Then I'll explain them in financial terms, you should be able to understand that."\n\nShe straightens up. "All three will cost you your soul, there's no getting out of that, just the way things work. If I give you a witch's power, you'll become immune to Lauriel's charms and gain the strong potential to do magic... but pretty much nothing else. You might find you innately know or figure out a few cantrips, but you'll have to learn on your own otherwise. Luckily you're in a house full of magic books and items, if you can manage to get at them without setting off any traps or alerting Lauriel. You'd have to play along with her for awhile though, at least. But the witch's power is sort of like putting the payment on your credit card. You don't lose your soul at all... until you die. Then it becomes mine for the rest of eternity. But, until then! A chance to get your freedom, and to use all you can learn and seize for yourself from it for the rest of your life."\n\nShe holds up another finger. "A demon's power is sort of like stock trading. You give me a bit of your soul, I give you demonic energy in return. Gradually, over time, as you use your powers the demonic energy will increase, and more of your soul will shift to me. Eventually it's a complete buyout... I own all your 'stock', that is, your soul, but by then you won't miss it because you'll be a demon yourself, as if you'd got a nice big payday from the buyout that you could live on forever. And you will! I, personally, think that's the best option, but I may be biased."\n\nShe puts up a third finger. "The third option, which is the best if you really want to stick it to Lauriel, is to take a dark elf's power... or, more precisely, become a dark elf yourself. In this case the financial equivalent is that I'm the stock broker... I'm just procuring your soul for the dark elf patron goddess, who owns all dark elves anyway, and she and you both pay me the equivalent of a small fee for my services. You'll get some innate abilities and knowledge, but you'll still have to be smart enough and brave enough to escape or take down Lauriel on your own. But if you do... I guarantee you it will gall her more than anything else in this world or any other possibly could."\n\n"Or, I suppose I could just fuck off back to my own plane, let you turn back into a good little slave," she adds with an expansive shrug, massive mammaries wobbling. "Choice is yours."\n\n<hr>\n[[Witch's power.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Demon's power.|MeanLove3x4]]\n\n[[Dark elf's power.|MeanLove6x1]]\n\n[[Nothing.|MeanLove]]

All through the long march back to your room you're just dreaming of getting inside and alone so this can finally end. Once the door is closed you finally discover you can move on your own again, and quickly rush to your suitcase, grabbing the first pair of panties you find and starting to pull them on. But once your feet are in them and you try to pull them up, your body freezes up entirely. Any time you try to pull them on, your body refuses to obey you, muscles stiff and paralyzed, until you finally step out of them. You try again with other clothes... shirts, jeans, shorts, underwear, even your robe, but any attempts to cover your nudity are met by your body simply stopping in place until you cease trying to cover up.\n\nEventually you're forced to realize that you're just going to have to stay naked. Fine, you'll just... stay in your room. For the rest of the tournament. It will be boring, and possibly rather hungry if they won't bring you any food here, but you have some protein bars and the sink, you can survive. Except that night when the dinner bell rings, you find yourself standing and marching out of your room and down the hall, yet again unable to stop yourself from walking nude through the complex, this time arriving at the dining hall. Many of the people gathered stare at you, and there's more than a little pointing and whispering, even some laughter and hoots, but there's nothing you can do. Any attempt to turn around and leave results in your body freezing up, the only movements you're apparently allowed to do are moving forward. So finally you give up and head to get your food, and then move to settle at a table, feeling every eye in the place roaming over your naked body, and thus feeling your pussy dripping onto the cold stone of the bench beneath you.\n\nYou have to spend the entire rest of the tournament like that. Occasionally you'll find yourself just getting up and heading out to watch a match naked, sitting amidst the crowds, many of whom obviously wind up more interested in watching you than the fights. That's not even getting into apparently being required to spend at least an hour every mealtime in the dining hall. The shock of your nudity seems to quickly wear off for the others, turning to haughty dismissal or perverted leers. As the days go on, people grow bolder, at first leaning in to whisper lewd comments about your tits or ass or other bits of your body, but then growing louder, more frank, and more degrading as time passes. And the worst of it all is the more men tell you how much they'd love to bend you over and slam their cocks into your ass, or women tell you how much they'd like to pin you to the bed and rub their pussies all over your face, because you're obviously a slut who wants it, the wetter your pussy gets and the stiffer your nipples become. By the end of the tournament you're honestly wishing someone <i>would</i> grab you and just use you to get themselves off, but apparently not actually being touched is part of the spell laid on you.\n\nOnce the tournament's over, you try to go back to your normal life, but there are now several thousand pictures of your naked body out there on the internet, which is enough of a scandal to see you shut out of the professional martial arts world. At least you have a chest full of rubies to live on, and live quite comfortably. And yet, despite your wealth, eventually you can't resist the siren call of the training your body and mind received during Hell Kore. You find yourself spending most of your nights in front of the computer, using your webcam and hanging out in the pits of the internet, obeying requests (and demands) to show off your body, to write degrading things on yourself with marker, to finger your pussy and your asshole, all while being called slut, tramp, attention whore, and getting off on every moment of it.\n\nOh well. You're rich, you're orgasming regularly, and you have fame of a sort. Could be worse.\n\n<b>Hell Kore ending</b> - <i>Public spectacle</i>

Your eyes light up. "Oh, oh, this is the part where you guys 'rape' me, right?!"\n\nThat seems to take the girls who had begun to cluster around you aback a little bit, with pixie cut glancing at the others before back at you. "Uh, well... I mean, we-"\n\nYou scramble to your feet, starting to undo the cutoffs you're wearing. "Like, you all gang up on me, and while I'm being a moron and just repeating something that'll piss you off even more, you're all grabbing at me and fondling me, yeah?!"\n\n"Er, I mean... we kind of..." ponytail murmurs, rubbing the back of her neck nervously as she shuffles in place.\n\nDropping the cutoffs, you peel off your shirt, boobs jiggling a little bit as they're freed. "And then you start whipping out the sex toys to use on me, showing you were totally planning on humiliating me and lesbian gangbanging me from the beginning, right?"\n\n"Um." A blonde girl with her hair in rather unflattering pigtails looks down at the purple double-ended dildo she's holding, then whips it guiltily behind her back as you look over at her. "... Maybe?" she murmurs, scuffing a bare foot on the floor.\n\n"Okay, yeah, let's do this thing!" you declare, thrusting your arms out to the sides and jutting out your chest in invitation. Only to hear... complete silence. You blink, lifting your head and looking around, to see that the entire small crowd of women is exchanging glances and shifting around in place. "... Uh, hey, c'mon, let's make with the lesbian gangrape fantasy. Chop chop."\n\n"... I mean," ponytail hedges, rolling her shoulders in a shrug.\n\n"You made it weird," pixie cut asserts a moment later, sighing. \n\n"Oh, come on!" you blurt in outrage once it sinks in what they're saying. "You guys were all set up to completely gang up on me! I mean, you've even got the token lesbian haircut, you were probably going to pound me with a strapon and spit in my face while calling me a bitch!"\n\n"I... j-just because I was gonna do that doesn't mean I want to have you calling it out first!" pixie cut stammers, coloring and glancing away as she folds her arms.\n\n"I think maybe we should just say 'good game' and call it a night," ponytail adds in an even tone, making a placating gesture with both hands.\n\nYou stare around at the gang of previously raring-to-go women, who are now all avoiding meeting your eyes. Are they kidding?!\n\n<hr>\n[[This is the suckiest porn ever! You quit!|GGPorn]]\n\n[[... Well SOMEbody is getting raped here tonight!|GGPorn]]

Well, you've gotta check this video out, just to see who your porn counterpart is if nothing else. You look directly at the title and click the button to select it.\n\nYou're suddenly looking at an entirely different computer monitor, with no AR HUD. You blink a few times, then look around, spotting a double-row of desks with monitors on them and what looks like a bunch of Alienware-ish computer cases settled between them. Sitting at the desks are about eight other girls, all of them either youngish-looking twenty-somethings or thirty-somethings trying to pass for teenagers, but also all of them are kitted out in 'gamer' gear, with obviously cosmetic glasses and 'nerd' T-shirts bought from The Big Corporate Rebel stores at the mall. You glance down at yourself to find you're wearing an Adventure Time shirt with scientist Princess Bubblegum on it, and a pair of snug denim cutoffs, not at all what you were wearing when you put the visor on. What the fu-\n\nThe sound of explosions over speakers yanks your head back up to the screen, and you notice the edges flashing red to show you're taking damage. Pure competitive instinct takes over as you grab for the mouse and thrust your hand to the keyboard, flinging your in-game avatar into motion. Your brain processes the stats and shows you that you're well behind, both in kills and gear, and the part of you that refuses to lose immediately discards some of the finer points of FPS etiquette as you resolve to win, grabbing for rocket launchers and overpowered combat knives, tossing sticky bombs at spawn points and actually using the sniper rifles. There's growing sounds of discontent and glares from the other women around you, but you ignore them as you push forward with turning your lagging behind into a complete slaughter. Eventually as the match time runs out, showing you with twice the kills of the second place player, you thrust your hands in the air as the MVP animation plays. "Yes!"\n\n"Hey! That was bullshit!" the woman next to you says, a brunette in a ponytail and yellow-tinted visor sunglasses says, standing up and turning towards you with a frown.\n\n"You were playing totally cheap!" a bottle blonde with a pixie cut asserts.\n\n"I bet you had cheats or hax on or something!"\n\n"Yeah, complete hax!"\n\n"Haaaax!"\n\nYou're torn in an odd direction... on the one hand you definitely remember just a few minutes ago when you were sliding the VR visor on. On the other hand this seems incredibly real, and was obviously interactive since the game actually followed your commands. Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? How should you respond, like you would if this was an actual session, or like it was the porn you remember selecting?\n\n<hr>\n[["Look, I'm just better than you, that's all."|GGPorn]]\n\n[["Oooo, are you gonna punish me?!"|GGPorn5x3]]

Hey, gotta spread the love around, and sometimes it's just nice to enjoy the view of pretty girls. So, yeah, you're still sort of figuring out which of the two categories (or both) you're most interested in, and have downloaded plenty, from the soft and sweet stuff to the rougher types. One is obviously from a well-known series of videos, though you blink as you realize it has your own name on it. Wow, some porn starlet happened onto your actual name as her stage one? ... Admittedly, when you think about it, you do have a kind of porny name. There's also one that's just a filename instead of the titles the others have, must not have been able to find info for that one.\n\n[[Strapon Cum Queens|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Cheerleader Initiation V - For Victory|GGPorn]]\n\n[[The Violation of Cyan LaChance|GGPorn5x2]]\n\n[[Daughter Tradeoff - Darling Girl|GGPorn]]\n\n[[666.mp4|GGPorn666x1]]

"I'm not... I'm not planning anything, seriously," you assert, biting your lower lip for a moment before leaning towards her a bit. "Look, give me a chance to prove it! I'll show you that I'm not trying to trick you, honest."\n\n"And how're you going to do that?" Some curiosity seems to be creeping in around the edges of her disbelief now, her head tilting slightly to the side.\n\n"I, um... I don't know yet," you allow, grinning sheepishly. (Holy fuck what is happening to you?!) You wince a little as her eyes roll and she starts to turn away, and reach a hand out slightly. "Look, I'll figure something out, alright? Um... just trade me your cellphone number." You pull out your phone with its thoroughly (and expensively) bedazzled case. At her wary look, you sigh and finally give her an annoyed look of your own. "Oh, c'mon, what's the worst I could do with it, write it on the bathroom wall? Just give me a chance, okay?"\n\nWhether it's the logic of your argument or the bit of frustration, she apparently agrees, pulling out her own purple and red phone and tapping a few buttons. You try not to grin too much as the new contact shows up on your screen. "'Lilith', huh? Did you pick that out or-"\n\n"No, my parents have an unhealthy love of old sitcoms," she replies blandly as she glances at her phone's screen before putting it away. "So, Layla, what's the deal? How're you going to prove your sincerity with my cellphone number?"\n\n"I'll think of something," you reply confidently, feeling back on steady footing now that something's gone your way. Actually you feel positively giddy for some reason you can't quite identify, resisting the urge to do a little dance as you put your own phone away. \n\n"Ooo-kaaaay," she replies dubiously, turning and walking off.\n\nYou return to the cafeteria, offering a breezy explanation for your sudden absence to the rest of the girls, and going back on autopilot as you instead think about the encounter. Lilith... she's so sassy, and seems tough, she's so not afraid of anything, normally it makes you annoyed when people aren't afraid of you but with her it's somehow a relief! \n\nAs the day wears on, however, you realize you still have to figure out some way to earn her trust. Your giddy feeling turns into a mild but steadily growing anxiety as you turn thoughts over in your head. Honestly all the ways you know of gaining someone's trust are deliberately shallow, designed to both protect yourself and lure the other person in. You don't think that would work on Lilith... and you kind of feel like you wouldn't want it to anyway. No, you actually need to do something...\n\n... you need to do something that would actually impact you. That might put you at risk. You actually find that a little scary, and a sense of very real fear comes over you as you sit in your room after dinner. So much of what you've done getting where you are has been about protecting yourself... you took to it naturally enough, but on some level you always felt that there were predators and prey in the high school jungle, and that if you weren't one you'd be the other. And now you're in a position where to get something that you want... Lilith's trust, for whatever reason... you're going to have to lift your head and bare your neck.\n\nYou actually jerk a little when your phone vibrates in your hand and gives a chime, prompting you to look at it. It's a text from Lilith. You open the text app and look, the icon that came with her contact a surprisingly cute little cartoon bat. \n\n'So what's up? You still want to prove your sincerity?'\n\nWell, here goes. Seems she's calling you on the carpet about your claims. You have to make a choice now, pick something... or call it a wash.\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell her an embarrassing story about yourself.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Send her a naughty selfie.|MeanLove1x7]]\n\n[[Send her some money.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Delete the text.|MeanLove]]

Of course the video spreads. Most of the team are your friends, but the fact that you fucked a dog at a motel pool is just too juicy for teenage girls to resist spreading around. Before you've even gotten to the competition, Coach Morrison has stiffly informed you that maybe it's best if you sit out the camp and let Cassie take over as squad captain. When you get back you're not exactly surprised that you're given a 'we'll call you' when you glumly ask when the next practice is.\n\nWithin the month you're known throughout town as "that girl who fucks dogs in public". Everywhere you go you get double-takes and some outright stares... the less couth go all out and shout things like "Hey baby I'll do you doggy style!" or "Wanna ride my red rocket honey?" After your dad gets arrested the second time for punching one of them in the face you just start refusing to leave the house.\n\nOn the first day of school, the very first thing you're called into the principal's office. He hems and haws and harrumphs at you, glaring disapprovingly all the while and muttering vague things about indecency, then finally gives you a very vague and sideways lecture about morals and proper behavior before dismissing you. It takes awhile for the confusion to wear off enough that you realize the only reason you haven't been expelled is that then he'd have to admit to having seen a video of you fucking a dog. Still, he has his "educator's" revenge... no matter how hard you try, no teacher will seem to give you anything above a 70 on your work. You suppose you could complain to the higher authorities, but then they'd want to know <i>why</i> you were being singled out for punishment, and you'd probably wind up expelled anyway. After awhile you just resign yourself to the abuse and try to quietly make it through.\n\nWhen it comes time to go to college, you have neither particularly good grades nor your hoped-for extracurriculars to recommend you, but at that point picking a school far, far away from Deviville is the only thing on your mind. You finally decide on a school in Canada, since you're pretty sure that they don't even use the internet for anything but fake apologizing to people on social media. Unfortunately they apparently also use it for porn, as you discover when you go to a frat party and find a very solicitous boy gently plying you with alcohol until eventually you find yourself on all fours in the middle of the party, moaning and gasping as the frat's housepet, a big brown boxer, pounds away at your cunt while the rest of the partygoers laugh or whoop or fondle themselves.\n\nOnce you realize you've become not just "that girl who fucks dogs in public" but "that girl who fucks dogs for audiences at parties", you just sort of give up and embrace it. Sure, why not? Got a dog? You'll fuck him, let whoever wants to watch and jerk off or finger themselves. Suck a guy's dick while his dog pounds you up the ass? Yeah why not. Of course you fairly quickly get kicked out of school, but that just gives you the excuse to start charging. Most nights you flop in a guy's room after a 'performance', your skin covered in a mingling of human cum and dog cum, until the sun comes up and you're allowed a brief shower before being shooed out the door like bad night air.\n\nOh well. At least you wound up with a career.\n\n<b>Amanda at the Motel</b> end - <i>Reputation's gone to the dogs</i>

Hm, what an excellent idea! Teenagers are horny all the time anyway... what if being horny and needing to get themselves off also drove a desire to study? You're a genius! \n\n"Alright, students," you announce cheerfully as you pull up the front of your skirt, fishing out your stiff prick and stroking it a few times. "Bend over the front of my desk side-by-side. Asada, drop your panties, Takeo, pants and underwear down."\n\nBoth of them unhesitatingly obey, Asada moving to the desk and bending over it, tugging her skirt up around her waist before sliding the rather thin white cotton panties she's wearing down over her pert little ass and letting them drop to hang around the top of her thigh-highs. Takeo similarly bends over the desk while undoing the clasp and zipper of his pants, pushing them down and letting them drop to his ankles, revealing his own nearly identical pert ass, as well as the smooth balls and limp cock dangling between his legs. \n\nRetrieving a bottle of lube from the desk drawer, you smear some on your cock slowly while enjoying the view, gaze wandering back and forth from that pink slit to that soft prick. Eventually you step up behind Asada, stroking yourself a few more times before aiming the glistening, lube-smeared tip of your prick at her tight little pucker and slowly starting to push in. She doesn't so much as grimace, too deeply under to react as you take her anal virginity, your fat prick spreading her tight teen asshole open bit by bit. Moaning lowly as you sink into her, you rest one hand on her lower back and reach the other over, pushing two of your fingers up her brother's asshole, starting to work the lube into it and get him softened up and ready for his turn.\n\nOnce you've sunk up to the base in Asada's tight young ass, you begin pumping your hips, working your member into your student, while finger-fucking the boy next to her. "Now, I want you both to listen carefully," you say, managing a calm, professional voice despite the feel of a sixteen-year-old's virgin asshole stretching around your prick. "I'm going to give you some instructions and you're going to take them deeply to heart, even if you don't remember receiving them." \n\n"Yes, sensei," both of them drone back in perfect stereo, without even a hitch in their words to indicate they're both having their tight rear holes worked over.\n\n"From now on, whenever the two of you get turned on, it's going to drive you to study harder," you continue, balls slapping lightly against Asada's virgin pussy. "Masturbating, orgasms, and especially playing with your assholes will give you greater focus and drive once you cum."\n\n"We'll have better focus after cumming from our assholes," they both echo back. \n\nNice, they're summarizing your instructions instead of just parroting them, that must mean they're sinking in well! You slowly pull your cock out of Asada's ass, rubbing it against her pert buttcheeks as you watch her slightly gaping hole close back up. Then you shift over to one side, pressing your cockhead to Takeo's glistening hole, and slowly claiming his anal virginity as well. Once you feel your balls resting against his, you begin thrusting again, sliding your fingers into his sister's rear to continue stimulating her.\n\n"You'll quickly catch on that working yourself up and getting yourself off helps you study," you continue, though you're starting to get a bit breathless now as you fuck the unresponsive boy's tight ass. "As well, keeping yourself stimulated will help you think and absorb information in class. You'll be able to concentrate on thinking about fucking your classmates as well as the teacher's lessons, and doing both will come naturally to you."\n\n"We'll be thinking about fucking everyone in class while we learn," they repeat back.\n\nYes, they're definitely absorbing it well. Pulling out of Takeo's ass, you step back. "On your knees, both of you start sucking my cock." Again without hesitation, the two of them shift and settle onto their knees in front of you, the twins pressing their lips against the sides of your cock and sliding up and down, tongues dragging along the skin, again in almost perfect sync. You don't hold back for too long before letting out a moan, pulling back and stroking yourself, firing off a heavy load of long, thick streamers all over their faces, into their open mouths and across those soft pink tongues. "Clean each other up," you murmur, watching them go to work with their tongues, licking your cum off of each other's faces. Once they've finished, you grin. "Now cum."\n\nTheir sleepy-looking eyes widen, despite still seeming glassy and distant, as both give soft, sweet cries and start bucking their hips. A splash of girlcum from between Asada's legs hits the carpet, while Takeo's limp dick spurts his own streamers of cum down between his legs. Once both of them have finished trembling and twitching their hips, you order them to get dressed, make sure they won't remember anything but a cordial teacher-student chat by the time they step out the door, and send them back to class.\n\nAs you settle into your chair and stroke your cock idly, watching a mind-fogged Jun on her hands and knees cleaning up the two students' cum, you consider. Should you just see how things go? Or would it be better to... monitor the twins closely?\n\n<hr>\n[[Hands off.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Very hands on.|HelenJP]]

Yanking yourself back from the thoughts almost feels like physically falling off of something, and you come close to toppling out of your chair. You see both your parents start, concern on their faces as you stand up. "Actually, I'm kinda feeling... I think I'm coming down with something," you say, stepping back. "I'm... gonna go back to bed."\n\n"Cyan, are you sure? Maybe you should take something..."\n\n"I'll be fine, I just... I'm gonna rest some more," you stammer, turning and doing your best not to run up the stairs. You have to fight not to slam the door to your room, slumping back against it. Your heart is pounding, but the rhythm feels irregular... even your breathing feels strange and wheezy. maybe you really are sick? But no, something more than that feels... wrong. The cold you're starting to feel isn't like the chills, it's just... an all-over, bone deep cold, a chill that doesn't seem to hurt or make you shake, just to be an absence of warmth. You hurry into your bathroom and splash some water on your face, then look up at the sheet white expression staring back at you. Then your eyes widen as you watch your ears grow to slight points, and your right eye fade from blue to a vibrant crimson. \n\n"Shit shit shit shit," you stammer as you stagger back from the mirror, pressing a hand over your eye. There's a pressure in your teeth, and it seems to be growing with the hunger aching through your entire body, not just your stomach. You're no idiot... the desire to bite, the red eyes, the pointed ears, you're not exactly turning into a zombie here. As you breathe hard, you more and more realize that you can smell your parents downstairs, vibrant and alive, and the desire to do more than bite is getting stronger. Cursing again, you grab a hoodie out of your closet and pull it on, hauling the hood up to hide your ears. Shoving your window open, without really thinking about it you slip out and drop to the ground from the second story, landing in a light crouch. You pause, realizing what you just did, but then a throb of hunger sends you scurrying away without overthinking it, bare feet unbothered by the still-warm concrete of the sidewalk.\n\nYou try to think, finding it hard amidst the sickly sensations running through your body and the thrum of the hunger. You need some help, from somewhere, someone, but who? Well... you've never been the church-going sort, but now might be a good time to take it up, you think, unable to help grinning ruefully. You guess you could go to a doctor... maybe it's a viral thing? Both of those seem a little scary, trusting a stranger with saying 'I'm a vampire'. You don't have many other choices... except maybe your friend Max. Max is, like you, a giant gaming nerd... but she's an even bigger nerd for occultism and mythology and weird monsters and stuff. Maybe she'd know how this happened, how could it have happened? You don't remember being bitten, though maybe a vampire could make you forget. But you don't remember seeing any marks on your neck or anywhere else, after all you got a pretty good look at your naked body when you were trying on-\n\nYou stop in place, then glance down at your chest. 'Blood Wine' colored lingerie. <i>Blood</i> wine?! Could it seriously be that? ... It did seem like maybe your boobs really did get a little bigger when you put on the bra. If they actually did... and that's when the changes started...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to a church.|GGLing]]\n\n[[See a doctor.|GGLing]]\n\n[[Talk to Max.|GGLing]]\n\n[[Find Lina.|GGLing2x2]]

Your name is Austin, and you're nineteen, having made it through the majority of your first year of university. You're tall and decently good-looking, with black hair pulled back in a ponytail and a lean build. A break in classes is coming up in a few days when you get notice that your great-uncle Archibald has died. Sad news... in a sort of vague, distant way. You met Archibald a few times when you were a child, and he always seemed a kindly, fun sort, but you haven't seen him since, so it's a bit hard to be devastated.\n\nThe letter is rather vague, largely giving you only a notification of his death and the number and name of the lawyer handling his estate. You call and, after giving your name, are put through to a Mrs. Andrews.\n\n"Well, Austin... if I may call you Austin?"\n\n"Yeah, sure, go ahead."\n\n"Well, Austin, your great-uncle was well aware that you're busy with university, and made a provision in his will for that. If you like, you can come to my office and receive a set amount of money and your choice of some bequeathments, or if you care to make more time, there's a chance that you could inherit his entire estate."\n\n"Er... a 'chance'?"\n\n"Yes, as with some extremely wealthy people, your great-uncle established something of a... gimmick will. The sort of thing you'd see on TV shows and movies, I suppose. Archibald had a rather old home, supposedly haunted."\n\n"And I have to spend a night in it?"\n\n"No, not quite. You'll share the house with six other individuals. The last of you to leave wins the estate. Until then, the house is considered the joint property of all of you and your living expenses are paid. Since there is no set end date, the contest could extend... well, weeks, months, years. Obviously that has quite the potential to impact your life and your education, so it's up to you if you want to chance it on possibly not receiving anything. It is up to you... I can either make an appointment for you at my office, or make travel arrangements and have them messengered to you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Appointment.|Austin1x1]]\n\n[[Travel arrangements.|AusHH1x1]]

At the last moment before she makes contact, you jerk yourself back from her, reflexively stiffarming her away from you as you stagger away. "No! What the hell did you do to me?!" you demand, your lips pulling away from your new fangs as you glare at her.\n\nYou can see her hand move, but there's nothing you can actually do about it as it smashes across the side of your face. Her fingers feel like elevator cables striking across your skull at high speed, sending you hurtling to the side and smashing through the legs of the bargain bin, the container crashing down on top of you, spilling panties around your body. You jerk a little, every movement sending fresh shots of pain cascading through your body from your head as you try to get your hands under her, barely able to make your eyes focus as she strides slowly and deliberately towards you, her lips pressed together and glowing red eyes narrow in fury.\n\n"It's been a long time since some little maggot of a thrall dared to show their fangs to me," Lina says. Despite the evenness of her voice, the cold fury underlying each word is obvious and sends a throb of absolute terror through your body. "For that, I'm going to make you suffer before you give your will over to mine."\n\nEvery step closer she comes, you can feel the urge to throw yourself at her feet and start slobberingly begging for forgiveness as you kiss her feet. Only the flashes of physical pain from your head with every slight movement of your body give you the resistance necessary to avoid doing so, the agony serving as a sharp reminder of what's in store for you if you submit. You have to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-escape!|GGLing]]\n\n[[-fight back!|GGLing]]

You'll mess around with the other attack options later, maybe there'll be some tutorial balloon that pops up explaining them by then anyway. You try out leaping forward and swinging your sword at one of the guards, and find yourself perfectly propelled in front of them to bring the massive blade down. It slices right through, but doesn't seem to do any other damage other than causing him to jerk back as if he'd been punched before turning into translucent red light and disappearing as you instinctively leap back to the spot where you were standing. You feel a bit of relief... it's one thing to see gore and sprays of blood on the computer screen, but you're not sure if you could have stomached this sim if people's guts came spilling out when you cut them in half. The other guard raises their gun, which chatters briefly and you feel a handful of small bursts of pain in your chest, like sudden and somewhat exaggerated insect stings, as your HP bar drops. Luckily the pain doesn't last, and when you repeat your leaping attack, the other guard dissipates as well.\n\nYou find yourself giving your sword a few satisfied slashes in the air before twirling and sheathing it at your back again. A screen pops up reading a meager trickle of XP and AP, though you do level up off of it, so you've got that going for you. The menu collapses down to just your name and HP/MP bars, with an arrow at the side. Tapping the arrow shows the same commands as before, though now 'Items' and 'Setup' have been added to them. The 'Items' menu seems obvious, so you check out 'Setup'. Looks like that's where the more complex menus like for equipping things, summoning party members, and changing the color of the dialog boxes is. You'll mess with it later. For now you decide to hurry across the platform and down the stairs to catch up with the others. \n\nYou find them gathered around the gates to the reactor, with a skinny guy with brown hair glancing up from where a woman in practical, though somewhat run-down clothing is messing with an open panel. "Oh hey there, new guy! We were just introducing everyone. Well, sort of. Cloud's kinda in a bad mood, I guess," he says, grinning sheepishly, then wincing as the blonde scowls at him. "Um, anyway, he did say you're his 'senpai', right? Mister...?"\n\nEverything pauses, and a dashed line appears under 'Ex-SOLDIER' on your menu, which has now been replaced by 'Eric'. So it defaults to your own name, but you can fill in something else if you want. Heh, there's always the option of something completely stupid just to amuse yourself when it gets said in the midst of ultra-serious dialog. Or maybe kind of self-aggrandizing. Or both.\n\n<hr>\n[["'Eric'."|FF7M]]\n\n[["I'm 'God', of course."|FF7M]]\n\n[["Call me 'Mr. Huge Cock'."|FF7M]]\n\n[["A lot of people call me 'Fuckhead'."|FF7M]]

You take down the Misogybot Rifle, its armatures and any others that had been extended quickly retracting into the walls. You spend a few moments checking its weight and sights, making sure the program hasn't thrown you any curves (it's only supposed to do that to Bounty Hunters that aren't you, but you never know), before nodding and turning to walk through the now-open portal door.\n\nYou emerge into the Sector Seven slums, not too far down the street from the Seventh Heaven. From the looks and sounds of things the bar is still open, though winding down for the night... more people are walking out and no one's walking in. While whatever player inhabiting the role currently thinks of themselves as Tifa Lockhart, they're probably still driven by a desire to get out and explore, but obviously Tifa can't do that if the bar is still full of patrons... it wouldn't be very Tifa-y to kick everyone out just so she can go look at the Shinra Building or fight ghosts in the trainyard.\n\nHm, now what to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go right at her.|CapTifa-MBR2x1]]\n\n[[Hunker down and wait.|CapTifa-MBR1x1]]

You almost don't notice it when you move again, having been lulled into a state of blank-mindedness by the lack of sensation and not-noise long since. It actually feels strange as the seal is undone, as rubber starts peeling off of your skin with a long, somehow lewd noise, leaving you sprawled there immobile and dazed, your brain not really comprehending the sights and sounds taken in by your highly darkness-adjusted eyes. There's a familiar sound making mouth-noises, and then you feel hands wrapping around your legs and hooking under your arms, lifting you up off of the rubber sheet and carrying you, limp and naked, beneath hallway lights that gradually come into slightly better focus.\n\nThe pair of large male facility workers carry you into your room and lay you down on your bed, and then make mouth-noises to each other, your brain still not thoroughly reconnected enough with your sensitive, slightly tacky-feeling bare body yet to quite comprehend what they're saying. Then one of them is rolling you over and pulling your lower half over the side of the bed, and pushing his cock into your ass, which spreads open to accept him easily, leaving you to moan softly at the feel of pleasure after a seeming eternity of feeling nothing. The other male settles in front of you and pulls your mouth down over his cock, and you reward him for the sensation of tasting and feeling his prick by starting to suckle and slurp at it eagerly, your tongue going to work with a mindless enthusiasm guided by lust for feeling more than anything else. The one behind you starts driving into your ass with abandon, his hips compressing your round rear every time they smack against it and letting it bounce back when he pulls back, his hands coming forward to fill themselves to overflowing with your tits. You come a little bit more back to yourself and also drift a little further away with every orgasm that the sensation of cocks stuffed in your ass and mouth drives you to, until you finally pass out at the overwhelming feeling of being used as a cumdump.\n\nYou blink and sit up suddenly, looking around. You're on your bed in your small, simple quarters in Operations. To judge by the clock and date display on the wall, it's roughly four days since you first entered the lab for the procedure. You look down at yourself, then stare... your body has changed. Your tits are now huge... easily the size of your head, maybe bigger. Every slight shift and movement makes them jiggle energetically, even your breathing. They sway and wobble like jello as you clamber to your feet and move to look in a mirror. Your hips are a bit rounder too, and your ass is definitely more full. Curious, you give it a slight smack, gasping a little both in surprise at how good it feels and at the sight of it jiggling just as energetically as your tits. "Side effects," you mutter to yourself with a shake of the head. How are you going to sneak through vents with these? You press your hands on your tits, unable to help moaning at how good even that rather rough treatment feels, but also watch as they easily compress down practically flat and then spring back out to jiggle and bounce crazily as you release them. Ah, that's how.\n\nYou spend a few moments twisting and stretching, and are truly surprised by how effortless it is to twist into near impossible positions. You start to ease yourself down into a splits, something you could barely do as an enhanced agent... and then just drop down when you realize there's no resistance and no pain, stretching your legs out at a perfect 180 degree line, your pussy actually touching against the floor. You find yourself rubbing against it, groaning lowly at the stimulation of the carpet on your smooth, bare sex. You've been awhile without any stimulation at all, after all. Well, time to fix that.\n\nClimbing back up onto the bed, you begin kneading your newly immense tits, moaning lustily as your fingers practically disappear into them when you squeeze down. You toy with your larger, thicker, longer nipples, teasing at them and pinching, giving a few tugs and gasping loudly in pleasure and surprise at just how far they can stretch before even the hint of pain appears. Unable to help your curiosity, you begin toying an index finger at the very tip of one, gradually working it around and around and exerting more pressure... then cry out as your fingertip actually pushes inside your nipple. You shiver at the intense pleasure, pushing your index fingers into both nipples and starting to finger-fuck your own tits. Soon you're two-fingering your nipples and shuddering as you drive yourself to multiple boobgasms from the strange and erotic sensation. \n\nBy the time you take a break from finger-fucking your own nipples, your pussy is puffy and sopping wet. You experimentally push three fingers into it, feeling it stretch fairly easily but cling closely... just like well-made rubber. You pump three fingers into yourself, then four, and finally twist some to push your entire hand into yourself up to the wrist, moaning loudly as your pussy engulfs your entire fist. You roll onto your front, pillowed by your huge squishy tits as you reach back and push your other hand just as easily into your ass, your eyes rolling up into your head and tongue lolling out as you work both of your own holes with an entire hand each.\n\nBut once you've gotten yourself off repeatedly that way, you're still not done. There's still one more thing to try, the ultimate test of your new flexibility. You grab your own legs, then slowly begin to lean forward. Your back curves as easily as a cat's, and though it takes more time and effort than the previous maneuvers, soon your tits are being squashed against your own belly as you bend forward and bring your face up to your own crotch. You begin to live out everyone's private dream as you start working your tongue over your own pussy, giving yourself the oral sex you've always dreamed of, moaning against your own wet, sopping folds as you nibble your own stiff clit and tonguefuck your cunt while bent into a pretzle.\n\nAll good things must come to an end however, and eventually, tired and satisfied, you uncoil and head into your bathroom to get cleaned up. You emerge and don one of the form-fitting bodysuits usually worn for casual wear around Operations... though yours has a lot more form to fit now... and head out to the meeting room, having been alerted that Ryoko and Karin are waiting for you.\n\n"Ah, good, you're here," Ryoko says as she glances up. "I take it you've noticed some of the side effects?" she adds, glancing in mild amusement at your chest. "Apparently the material sometimes bonds with and propagates in fat cells as well, so."\n\n"I'd noticed, yes," you reply dryly as you settle into one of the chairs at the table. "I'll get used to it easily enough."\n\n"Good, because in just a few days' time, we'll have another mission for you. Kuroko Sakai suffered an extreme setback with your destruction of her facility and discovery that she's using genetic augments. We've already taken out one of her genetic research facilities, but there's another, more secure and hardened one that we need to destroy as well. That will be your next task."\n\n"Now hey wait hold on!" Karin interjects. "There's something else to consider! Kyoko-chan's flexibility ratio is almost double what any other agent who's undergone the procedure has wound up with. The treatment seems to really agree with her so we could stand to study why and how it's so effective... maybe even put her through the procedure again. We could be bordering on authentic superpowers here, not just greater-than-normal human abilities!"\n\n"Kyoko is a field agent, not a test subject," Ryoko says a little sharply, before sighing. "But you're right, that could be quite valuable research. Still, this genetic facility needs addressing. Kyoko, what do you think...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Take out the genetics lab.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[More flexibility process testing.|Kyoko]]

You actually feel one of your ears twitch as you catch a distant sound. Concentrating, you can just barely hear the front doorknob and the door's hinges moving. The step on the carpet is too light to be Konrad or Ulf, too heavy to be Alanna, and though you think you can pick out the sound of a robe swishing, you're pretty sure Zadaan would be calling out to you by now. Oho. Sounds like your mystery mage may have returned after all. Maybe you tripped an alarm or something that caused him to teleport back from a long trip. \n\nYou glance around quickly, mind working to decide your options. There's the hallway, though it sounds like he's headed towards it... that's only an option if you want to charge him head-on. You can see several shadows and nooks that you're fairly certain you could hide in... but then, if he's on alert and actually looking for you, you're not sure if they'd really conceal you. You could press flat near the doorway and try to surprise ambush him that way, but again, what if he's expecting something like that, he might have countermeasures ready. Finally, you spot a hole in the floor you didn't notice previously... it looks just big enough to slide down, but it's literally a dark hole in the floor leading to who-knows-where. But then, if you're really scared of this guy...\n\n<hr>\n[[Charge!|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hide.|GGRogue1x12]]\n\n[[Ambush.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hole.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

It's not like you've never seen a goth before. The school has a decent contingent of them, and they operate on a sort of unspoken truce with your crowd... mild derision and insults are flung from both ends but no all-out bullying of large numbers of them. You're pretty sure that in a full out "war" between preps and goths the preps could win handily... but there would be fallout, some of the little black-clad fuckers are pretty devious and have nothing to lose (socially). \n\nBut there's something about this one. Maybe it's that her look is both understated and striking... she hasn't gone full-out with piercings, overdone clothes, and so on (in other words, she doesn't look like a Hot Topic jacked off all over her), and yet what she's done is somehow so striking that she almost radiates an aura of darkness and... thrill. Looking at her makes you feel like when you were little and it was Halloween, or when you'd get to watch a full-fledged horror movie. You actually find your heart racing a little and your mouth going a bit dry, your tongue flicking half-unconsciously over your lips. \n\n"I'm... going to go gather some information," you announce, standing up from the table with your hands braced on it, until you're certain your palms aren't going to be all sweaty.\n\n"What?" One of your girls, Darla, blinks at you. "It's just some emo chick, Layla, why would you need info on her?"\n\n"You never know, she might be from a rich family or something," you say with a shrug to justify it. "If she's got sisters or brothers that aren't trying to upset mommy and daddy, it'd be bad to give her Hell, right?"\n\n"Good point," one of the others allows with a nod. Picking and choosing targets is something to be careful about, after all... there's still the infamous story about the year a Senior girl picked an ubernerd transfer student as her new favorite bullying target, only for the kid to turn out to be the new Chief of Police's beloved stepchild. The rumors of what happened afterwards are many and varied, ranging from her dad getting arrested for embezzlement to her getting picked up for underage drinking and tossed naked in the canine division kennels for a night, but what's for certain is that she wound up going to a college far, far away and never coming back. \n\nYou make your way across the cafeteria, wondering why the hell you feel so warm and nervous. You've never really felt like this about... anyone. But your eyes are locked onto her like laser sights, picking out the loose, thin long-sleeved black shirt, the dark metallic blue fingernails, the long, straight, jet black hair, the black jeans with a few light tears in them. You arrive at the table and look down at skin so white that it almost glows even in the vitality-leeching fluorescent bulbs of the cafeteria, and after a moment she looks up and blinks. Red contacts... but they're very, very good ones, and the sight of those red eyes sends a strange shiver through you.\n\n"... Can I help you?" she asks in a wary tone, those red eyes flitting up and down.\n\n<hr>\n[["Hi."|MeanLove]]\n\n[["Little early for Halloween."|MeanLove1x3]]

Starting the shower, you lift down both bottles and eye them. Are you really gonna do this? ... Eh, why not, adventures in transformative soaps has been fun so far! Ah, but what ratio to mix them in? That might have an affect on what happens...\n\n<hr>\n[[A little bit of Sword, a lot of Elegant Lady.|HLMai]]\n\n[[A lot of Sword, a little bit of Elegant Lady.|HLMai]]\n\n[[A lot of both.|HLMai]]

You make a show of thinking it over, while idly swaying your now even longer and thicker stiff prick back and forth above Nabiki's head, making her sway gently on all fours as if entranced. "I don't think that's quite enough," you say with a mock long-suffering sigh.\n\n"Oh pleeeeeease," she whimpers pathetically, tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.\n\nSighing melodramatically again and rolling your eyes, you glance down at her. "Oh, tell you what. If you give me every cent you have everywhere, sign over literally everything you own to me, and agree to become my slave for the rest of your life, I <i>guess</i> I'll fuck your worthless, useless ass."\n\nNabiki hesitates for only a moment, though you can tell it's practically destroying her to think about it. Then she sees a huge pearl of pre build up at the tip of your cock, and you can actually see part of her identity crumble in her eyes as she turns and goes scrambling back to her desk. She goes into a flurry of work at her laptop and files, before walking back over to you, holding out a small stack of papers with trembling hands. "H-here... two million dollars, a legal document saying everything I own now belongs to you, and another one saying I'm your property, I... I don't know how well it'll hold up in court, but oh God please..."\n\n"Well. Fine," you answer with a little huff as you take the papers. "But you understand I'm doing you a huge favor by agreeing to this, right?"\n\n"Oh, thank you, thank you," she gushes, quickly yanking off her (well, you suppose technically your) shirt, setting those huge tits of hers to swaying and wobbling as she just as eagerly shoves down and out of her shorts. She hurries to the bed and bends over it, reaching back and using both hands to spread her asscheeks, baring her pale, perfect pucker to you, along with the soft pink pussy dribbling down her inner thighs.\n\nYou take a moment to touch the pendant and access the debug menu, manifesting a literal gallon of the 'Ultralube' it has as an option. Unscrewing the cap, you upend it over your armlike cock, letting it splash and dribble over it until it's literally dripping with the glistening clear goo. Stepping forward, you press the huge head up to Nabiki's pucker, then start to push in, the tight little ring quickly starting to smooth out as it spreads wider and wider around just your cockhead.\n\n"Fffffffuck!" Nabiki yowls, her eyes rolling up in her head as she cums instantly, her asshole already starting to try and squeeze around you and her pussy giving a light gush. Her hands twist in the sheets as your own grab her hips, holding her in place as you keep pressing forward, sliding more and more of your immense prick into her rear hole, the lube making a few wet, lewd noises as you keep pushing in. Her whole body trembles lightly with the intensity of the pleasure she's experiencing from having your monstrously-sized prick shoved into her ass. A nice clear outline of your cock slides along her flat belly, going further and further up along her, until eventually it's actually up betweeen those huge tits where they're pillowed on the bed. Feeling her quivering cunt pressing against your immense balls, you grab her around the waist and begin fucking her, pumping a good foot of your monster prick in and out of her ass with each stroke, making Nabiki cum both when you pull out and when you thrust back in, leaving her whimpering and drooling and moaning like a whore, her eyes still rolled up in her head and tongue lolled out, mouth curved up mindlessly.\n\nYou look down, grinning at the sight of your cock spreading her round, shaking asscheeks and stretching her ass taut, the tight little hole stretched and darkened above her still perfect and untouched pink pussy, which gushes in an intense orgasm every time your huge balls slap against it. You give her ass a slap, Nabiki yowling happily, the formerly prideful and sarcastic girl bucking back against you shamelessly. \n\n"You're destroying my ass!" she gasps out happily. "Fffuck, you're destroying my ass, destroy my ass, destroy my fucking ass, please, ruin it, fucking wreck it, fffffuck!"\n\nWith that encouragement ringing in your ears, you slam forward, starting to empty your enlarged balls deep inside Nabiki. She squeals like an animal as she cums so hard even your immense sack gets drenched, her ass clenching around your shuddering monster of a prick as her belly swells up, the outline of your cock gradually fading. By the time you're done she looks almost full term pregnant, her belly swollen and wobbling with the massive load of cum filling it, her whole body twitching it as she gives little breathless laughs that indicate her actual mental faculties have checked out.\n\nPleased, you touch your pendant again, Nabiki freezing in place still speared on your cock. You see you've unlocked several more options, there really must be some sort of level up system... maybe it happens by you doing progressively more perverse things. Speaking of which, what to do with Nabiki here...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Make sure she's always stuffed with huge cocks.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Actually, if she likes huge cocks so much...|RanPP]]\n\n[[Hey, "Ultra Cum Mode" sounds interesting!|RanPP]]

"I..." You stare around at the Council, your gaze fixed on the jack-o-lantern visage of the Pumpkin King, his viny body wrapped in a deep black Victorian mourning suit, his gloved fingers tapping together with obviously cruel intent. ... Yes. You deserve this for what you've done. It's wrong to try and get off with any lesser punishment. You hang your head, and whisper, "The Pumpkin King."\n\n"Oho, the fool has a mind to atone with her suffering," the Pumpkin King declares, his carved mouth curving up into a broader grin... and then the tops of his hollow hole eyes narrowing to give it a vastly more sinister aspect. "And if she thinks that is to earn her any leniency, she's <b>dead</b> wrong!" he declares, voice building to a high-pitched shrieking cackle as his jacket twitches and buttons burst, pumpkin vines flying out to grab you and drawing you with a scream of sheer terror inside of his body.\n\nYou spend the next 500 years as a test subject for every scare, trick, or deviancy that crosses the Pumpkin King's mind, even if it would obviously be far too intense to include in his actual holiday. New monstrous creations are sent into the dank dungeons where you're kept, the intensity of your screams judged by a silent panel of horrors that look on as you're pursued, run down, and often violated at the end. Unflinching dead eyes watch as cocks bigger than your limbs deform your stomach and bloat you up with immense loads of putrid cum, or tentacles plunge into your nipples while others jut from your mouth, spewing slime as the beasts pound into your ass from behind, or while tendrils steal into your nose and ears to stroke and violate your brain. You'd think you'd become inured to these horrors, but you never do... it's as if some magic protects your sanity, and no matter how many times it's broken by the King's creations and what they do to you, it's always restored by the next morning and ready, like your body, to be violated anew.\n\nAt other times you're forced to test new candies and potions devised by his research team. Sometimes they're just foul-tasting or disgusting in texture, and some days there are even some fairly nice ones that give you the tiniest moments of happiness amidst the Hell that you suffer. And then there are the ones with "side effects"... the ones that leave you sprouting extra limbs or tentacles, transforming your lower body into a spider's and making you grow extra eyes, or cause you to melt into goo. Others have effects less horrific but still strange and distressing, like the one that causes your tits to swell up larger than the rest of your body and turn orange, spurting pumpkin juice as you writhe and bounce atop them. There are testing days where you hope for ones like that, just so you don't have to spend the day as a large, unblinking eyeball again.\n\nEventually, you've served your time, and the Pumpkin King tosses you out into a cemetery, leaving you to lay naked and twitching, the protection your mind has been given all these centuries suddenly gone and leaving the numerous horrors you've experienced to come crashing in. You're eventually found wandering amongst the holotombstones, occasionally screaming like a banshee, and taken to a psychiatric hospital. Vac-sealed in the current equivalent of a straightjacket, a one piece garment of white-rubber that is sealed up so tightly that your arms can't move and your legs and hips are left bare, you spend your days rocking back and forth, gibbering about all the horrors you've seen in a constant high-pitched voice in between more howling screams. Finally the specialists decide there's no other option: they'll have to do a complete and total mindwipe and new basic personality implant.\n\nYou're strapped into the high-tech chair and your old memories, personality, and self are gradually stripped away bit by bit. At some point in the procedure, enough of your time as a prisoner in Halloween Town is gone that you can think clearly, remember your old self, but the chair has rendered you silent as well as completely immobile, and there's no way to beg for them to stop as your old self is wiped out as well. Oh well... they'd probably have just thought you were still crazy if you said you were from 500 years in the past, you think with the last bit of your self before it's technologically bleached out of you, and the new basic citizen personality begins to be uploaded in its place.\n\nAssigned the name of Janine Dougherty, you leave the hospital and report to the small apartment you've been assigned as housing until you eventually find a job and better accomodations of your own. It's a simple, white-walled studio apartment, the screen on one wall currently displaying the weather, local time, and planetary date, October 31, 2517. Taking a look around, glancing at the small food prep area and then the bathroom, you cross to the small closet and hit the panel beside it to open the door. It slides open to reveal the small dark recess, currently only containing several spair plain white top and bottom sets like the one you're currently wearing, basic garb. As you're reaching for the small control next to the door that will turn on the light, though, you hear a faint coo of a voice from inside, seemingly far far deeper in the shadows than the closet could possibly reach.\n\n"Holly. Come home."\n\nYou slam the control to close the closet door so hard the high-impact plastic cracks and hurl yourself across the small apartment, huddling in the corner. As scary as that was, you don't know why you're so terrified, you don't know who Holly is, all you know is that you're rocking in place and sobbing.\n\nYou hate Halloween.\n\n<b>Holly the Easter Bunny</b> end - <i>Hallowed out</i>

With a grin, you hit the small checkbox for the 'Size Queen' megafetish. Nabiki will now have an uncontrollable lust for huge cocks... and, since you unlocked the the body sliders, you can certainly provide that!\n\nAccessing your own body sliders, you start moving the cock and ball size sliders forward. You'd gone mostly soft while considering your options, and now you give a low moan as your member lengthens and thickens, getting fatter and longer by the moment as you move the little arrows along the thin bars. Soon your cockhead is wobbling about around your knees, your armlike shaft hanging down over a pair of heavy, swaying balls. You give your hips a shake and take a few steps... somehow you don't seem to have a problem moving, despite the size and weight the thing should have or the way it should get in the way of your legs moving. Bless virtual reality. Tapping the 'Apply' button, you make your way out into the hall, not bothering to knock as you push Nabiki's door open. "Hey," you call cheerfully.\n\n"Haven't you heard of knocki-" Nabiki starts. She's sitting at her desk wearing a black t-shirt that's stretched tight over tits twice the size of her head, and snug little denim shorts hugging the round fullness of her ass where it's parked in her chair. She starts to turn to look at you, a light scowl on her face, when her jaw drops. She stares at the monster hanging between your legs, giving a shaky little inhale and, you're pretty sure, cumming a bit just from the sight of your prick.\n\n"What's the matter, Nabs?" you ask casually, giving your hips a mild shimmy to make your thick, limp cock wobble around. \n\nShe's in such a hurry to scramble out of her chair that she actually falls, hitting the floor on all fours. Not bothering to stand, she crawls towards you, her eyes having gone a bit glazed, her lips parted as she pants, the denim crotch of her shorts rapidly dampening as she makes her way over to you. "Please... please," she whispers, her tongue lolling out some, her pride already crumbled in the face of the immense prick in front of her. "Please, fuck me, please!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her suck it.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Make her beg some more.|RanPP7x5]]

"Ehhh, I dunno," you hedge, idly reaching down to cup a hand around the side of your shaft and starting to stroke it, making it bounce and shake as it gradually begins to harden. Nabiki's eyes widen and she gives a soft whimper, the wet spot on the crotch of her shorts growing. "I just don't know that you deserve my cock, Nabiki."\n\n"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Nabiki groans as she writhes in front of you, her eyes following every shake and movement of your stiffening prick. It takes a few more repetitions of that before you realize she's not calling out to any deity, she's talking about your cock. She swallows hard, apparently managing to get it together. "I'll... I'll pay you!"\n\n"Oh really?" you ask, as if only mildly intrigued, but internally you're fighting not to laugh.\n\n"I... I can get some money together!" she whines, starting to lean forward and stick her tongue out, and whining again as you give her a light push on the head that topples her onto her side. She scrambles back up to all fours, looking up at you pleadingly, drool running down her chin. "Fi-fifty... no, a hundred thousand dollars, if you'll fuck me! Please, please!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her pussy for $100,000.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Nah, not enough.|RanPP7x6]]

Deciding you've had your fun with the redhead for the moment, you jerk your thumb towards the window. "Hey. I'm done with you, get lost. Go fuck whatever with a dick wants to use you."\n\nShuddering in delight at being talked to that way by the man that just knocked her up, Ranma pops her mouth off of your cock and nods quickly. "You got it!" Not even bothering to get dressed or use the door, she turns and leaps out the window, tits bouncing merrily as she lands in the tree and leaps out, off in search of the first man or dog to get a hardon at seeing her slutty body.\n\nConsidering your next move, you touch the pendant again to pop open the menu and peruse the list of nearby characters. You blink as you notice that there are several options that weren't there before... maybe you 'leveled up' somehow with this particular choice of options for use on Ranma? Either way it looks like you've unlocked body sliders (so that you can adjust a character's proportions beyond the automatic alterations that come with the personality changes), and something called 'Megafetishes'. Curious, you tap the small question mark next to the row above sexual preferences where it's listed, and read the box that pops up. Apparently you can choose one 'Megafetish' for each character... a desire so strong that it overrides everything else, and will drive them wild with need even without any other alterations. Huh, fun. \n\nIt looks like the other obvious nearby targets are Akane, Nabiki, and Kasumi. You have several fun ideas of what you could do with each to have them begging and pleading for more like Ranma just was, especially with these new options. It's just a matter of which to play with...\n\n<hr>\n[[Akane|RanPP]]\n\n[[Nabiki|RanPP7x3]]\n\n[[Kasumi|RanPP]]\n\n[[All three|RanPP]]

Hm, the snide, money-hungry sister. It could be really fun to try out one of these 'Megafetishes' on her and watch her squirm and plead for more like Ranma was even without altering her personality into complete sluttiness.\n\nFirst you take the opportunity to alter her body sliders a little... a bit more booty, a lot more boobs. You put the slider about where you think Ranma's wound up... well, maybe a little bigger. Then you glance over some of the selections, trying to decide which one would best serve as a shameful-for-her and fun-for-you fetish for Nabiki.\n\n<hr>\n[[Size Queen|RanPP7x4]]\n\n[[Humiliation|RanPP]]\n\n[[Prostitution|RanPP]]

"Um... Thanksgiving?" you venture. You're not even sure what that could possibly involve, but you don't see how it could be too bad.\n\n"Oh good! I've been looking for a new kitchen assistant!" the Thanksgiving Turkey declares with a cluck, snapping his feathers and teleporting the two of you to some sort of large kitchen. It looks like one of those sets you see on Food Network when they're trying to give a "country living" feel, right down to the high-end luxury log cabin walls. \n\n"K-Kitchen assistant, huh?" you say somewhat nervously, feeling even more out of place in your nudity in this setting. You manage a smile. "So, I'm... I'm going to help you test out new recipes and stuff?"\n\n"That's right!" the turkey answers cheerfully, moving over to the counter island where a large wooden chopping block has been set up. "You're going to play a very important role in my Thanksgiving meal testing!"\n\n"The... the assistant chef?"\n\n"Don't be silly!" the turkey says genially before grabbing you by the back of the neck and hauling you easily up onto the chopping board, shoving you into place with your cheek against it and your ass in the air, while his other wing lifts a cleaver high. "You're the ingredients!"\n\n"WAIT NO!" you scream, but too late as that cleaver comes flashing down. The world goes topsy-turvy as you tumble down to the floor in a spill of blonde hair, rolling across the tile and winding up staring wide-eyed up at your own headless body on the cooking board. 'There's no blood,' you think in a daze, expecting everything to go black at any moment... but it doesn't. Instead you just lay there in silent, wide-eyed shock as you watch the Thanksgiving Turkey trussing your body up like a, well, like a Thanksgiiving turkey. Strangely you can feel the movements of your body, even the string being wrapped around your ankles and hands to hold them in place. You can also feel it as the Turkey starts stuffing your pussy and ass full of, uh, stuffing, apples and wallnuts and breadcrumbs it looks like, though you're unable to cry out or even moan as his wing-hands slide deep inside you again and again, until your belly is bulging up with the stuff. Humming cheerfully, he lifts your body up and slides it into a heated oven, and you can immediately feel the heat all around you (except for your head, obviously), your skin starting to be coated in greasy sweat, which you can both feel and see through the oven window from your place on the floor. As if finally noticing your head, the Turkey chirps, "Oops!" and walks over, grabbing you by the hair and walking to the side. "Can't leave trash just laying around," he declares, stomping the pedal of a garbage pail and dropping you into darkness.\n\nYou abruptly sit up, gasping, your hands flying to your head... which is still on your shoulders. You look around wildly, and then up at the Thanksgiving Turkey as he declares, "Good morning! Ready for more cooking testing!"\n\n"W-what... you're..." You swallow hard. "Are you... going to use me as a turkey again?!"\n\n"What? No, don't be silly, we did that just yesterday," the Turkey clucks, shaking his head... then shoving an apple in your mouth. "Today you're ham."\n\nAnd that's how you spend the next 500 years. Some days you're roast turkey, some days you're suckling pig. But it's not always a meat dish, and your body always seems to take on the substance and firmness required for the Turkey's recipes. Some days you're diced up, your insides revealed to be firm and glistening solid white, so that you can be boiled and churned into whipped potatoes. Some days you're mashed into a fine crimson jelly and stuffed into a can, to be poured wobbling out onto a dish and sliced into even cylindrical pieces with the can lid. Some days you get jellied into pie filling, some days you're baked into cookies.\n\nWhen you're released, you're found wandering the street in a daze, and come to the attention of the authorities when you look through a window, see a buffet, and start screaming like a madwoman. Sent to a psychiatric facility, you're diagnosed with the most acute and generalized cibophobia they've ever seen in any individual. No treatment seems to work, and besides they can't find any record of you in any current system. Eventually it's decided that for your own mental well-being, you'll need to live in a special psychiatric facility where the environment can be strictly controlled for the rest of your life, and exist entirely on flavored liquid nutrients.\n\nAfter the Great November Inmate Riot, they learn which flavors to avoid for your liquid nutrients.\n\n<b>Holly the Easter Bunny</b> end - <i>Thanksgiving but no thanks</i>

Heck, why mess around with anything even vaguely subtle? You can just make yourself the perfect slutty female fucktoy with a few slides of the selection bars. You spend a few moments tweaking, making sure that Ranma will not only let you do just about anything you could possibly want to her but be enthusiastic about it, then hit the 'Apply' key.\n\nUsually Ranma's change is obscured by whatever water hit him, but this time you actually get to watch as it takes effect, your meddling switching him from guy to girl without need of the pail in the corner. You watch as he loses a good few inches of height, broad shoulders sloping and drawing in, hair shifting to bright red and hips rounding out. You watch with interest as his clothes start to change as well, pants fading away and boxers tightening and shrinking, turning into a rather skimpy black thong hugging the curve of her pussy, its straps riding high on her hips. Her red silk shirt also starts to draw up, merging together and turning into a tanktop as Ranma's breasts swell outwards... and swell, and swell. Your eyes widen as they grow to at least half again as large as her head and then slightly bigger, definitely way bigger than they ever were on the show. The tanktop continues to shrink until it covers just barely half of the huge orbs, and Ranma blinks a little as if noticing the sudden change. Then her expression shifts to a smile as she rolls over onto all fours and crawls to you, heavy tits swaying beneath her and ass shaking lightly in the air until she can straighten up, grabbing the waistband of your pants and yanking them down.\n\n"Hey baby," she coos as you stand there in mild shock, your cock abruptly hard as a rock as she wraps a hand around the base and slides her mouth over the head. Just moments ago Ranma was a confidently masculine male who would never even think of another guy sexually. Now she's moaning as she eagerly and expertly sucks your cock, her tongue washing all over it as she bobs her head up and down. She shifts up to balance on the balls of her feet with her legs spread wide, sliding her other hand down the front of her panties and starting to frig herself while she gulps down more and more of your cock. She only draws back and off of it to dip forward and start worshipping your balls with her tongue, mmming and announcing, "Fuck, I think if I didn't get some cock soon I was gonna die!" So much for vows of manliness.\n\nOnce she's sucked and licked at your balls for a few minutes she rises back up to slide her mouth back down over your cock, gulping down a good half of the ten plus inches in a single go, then pressing herself onward, quagging audibly as she works it into her throat. Unable to hold back, you grab the sides of her head and start thrusting forward hard, shoving in deep and hilting yourself between her lips, her throat bulging with your length. Ranma certainly doesn't seem to have any problems with this, in fact moaning even more eagerly between her throat being stuffed with your cock, her hand dropping from the root of it to yank up her top and start roughly kneading one of her huge tits, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh until they practically disappear. You don't bother holding back, eventually shoving in and using Ranma's throat as a cum dump, feeling her tonguing the underside of your shaft and moaning in her own orgasm as you pump your load into her belly.\n\nYou pull back and Ranma quickly scrambles to her feet, shedding the shirt and stepping out of her panties as she moves over to the wall and bends over. Those full orbs wobble as they settle into hanging down heavily, one of her hands moving between her legs and spreading her pussylips to show off her pink. "C'mon and try to knock me up, baby, show the world what a fucking slut I am for getting a baby put in me by my own cousin," the once restrained martial artist coos, shaking her ass a little as arousal drools down over her fingers. Unable to refuse an offer like that, you hurriedly toss your own clothes and move over, rubbing the tip of your dick up and down her slit briefly before shoving deep into her, listening to her moan happily as she's stuffed. You grab her waist and begin pounding forward, as hard and rough as you like, feeling her tight, sodden channel gripping and fluttering eagerly around you, watching the tremors get sent through her ass at the impact of your hips and her tits shaking and swaying under her.\n\n"Fuck, fuck yes, fuck my bitch cunt, fuck my worthless bitch cunt and use it to dump your cum in, leave me a knocked-up slut!" Ranma continues to enthuse amidst her moans and gasps. Dang, that dirty talk kink you gave her is really prominent, huh? You lean forward to grab at her swaying udders, sinking your own fingers into them and feeling the fat, stiff nipples dig into your palms as she squeals eagerly. Gritting your teeth and panting like an animal in rut, you pound away at her pussy in your efforts to breed her, to use her like she wants to be. "Yes, yes, fucking rape me, fucking rape me with your big hard cock!" she pleads, tongue lolling out some as she cums repeatedly. Finally you groan and shove forward, spilling another load into her... you have no idea if you actually can knock her up in this simulation, but you have a feeling that if you can, you just did.\n\nRanma coos and wiggles against you, and you find that you're not going soft. Must be a benefit of this being a simulation, or at least the cheat variety of one. Well, no reason not to keep on, then. Pulling out of Ranma's pussy and leaving it dribbling your load, you shift upwards a bit, pressing it up against her pucker instead. Since Ranma gives an excited whisper of 'Fucking do it!', you once again shove forward hard, hearing the former boy yowl happily and feeling her ass clench around your cock as she instantly cums. You keep shoving forward, getting a few more inches in every time and every time feeling her cum, her pussy gushing against your balls once you've hilted in her. Shifting up to grab her waist again, you begin assfucking your redhaired slut as hard as you can, Ranma's eyes rolling up in her head and a brainless smile curving her lips as she's used like a sex toy.\n\nEven with a sim, you've cum twice in quick succession, so you're able to hold out considerably longer while pounding Ranma's tight little butt, with her begging for more and verbally abusing herself the entire time. Eventually though you grunt and spill inside her, now having claimed all three holes. Ranma makes a half-disappointed, half-satisfied noise as you pull out, her somewhat stretched asshole dribbling a stream of milky white. Almost instantly she turns around and squats down on the balls of her feet again to slide the cock that was just deep in her ass into her mouth, slurping and licking at it eagerly while her blue eyes roll up to watch your face. Damn, when you made her into a superslut, it really worked.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get rid of her and find another girl.|RanPP7x2]]\n\n[[Sic her on Akane.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Call Ranma's fiancees over to have a look at the new Ranma.|RanPP]]

You suppose you count as a "youngster" according to marketing jargon, right? That'd probably be the right clothing for you. You select that option, filling out the information such as your address and sizes. The moment you click 'Send' you jump at an abrupt knock on the front door. Blinking at the coincidence, you stand and head out the door of your room and down the stairs.\n\n"JAM-, oh, hey, package for you," your mother says, proffering you a white cardboard box. "Did you order something?"\n\n"Um." You glance at the logo. 'AppAssure Industries'. "I... no, I took a product tester job, it's supposed to be some new clothes."\n\n"Oh, that's nice dear. Make sure to fill out whatever form they have, don't just keep the clothes."\n\n"Okay, Mom."\n\nYou head back upstairs, setting the box down. It doesn't look big enough to have an entire wardrobe in it, you think as you start to open it. Only once you've peeled the top flaps open do you remember that there was some mention of possibly sending out the wrong boxes. (Which you'd think would happen easily, considering how fast they sent it!) You duck your head a bit, reading the side of the box, which says-\n\n<hr>\n"[[Little Miss|QOHPT]]"\n\n"[[Young Lady|QOHPT]]"\n\n"[[Party Girl|QOHPT]]"

Your eyes snap open abruptly. You're laying on your back... a bit odd for you... and the room is lit by nothing but moonlight coming in through the window, which is also a bit odd. You have enough electronics that there's usually at least some amount of artificial light on all the time. Is there a random blackout?\n\nBut rather than pondering that, you slowly sit up, then turn and rise from the bed. You feel strange and disconnected, like you're watching yourself take these actions rather than deciding them for yourself. You must be dreaming, you realize... this does have that sort of hazy, fuzzy feel, like you're almost watching from above. Pretty mundane dream so far, if so... what are you doing, going for a midnight snack?\n\nYou walk down the stairs in slightly mechanical fashion, then turn and make your way to the back door. You can see that except for the very full, very bright moon, the sky is pitch black, not a single star to be seen. There's also a thick layer of fog covering the ground, actually hiding the lawn from view. You walk to the back door and open it, letting it swing closed behind you as you step out. First you feel the cold, slightly damp concrete of the back porch on your feet, then it's replaced with the feel of wet grass brushing your skin and soaking the hem of your sleeping pants. Wow, vivid dream. Normally feeling that would have you squirming or dancing back to the porch, but you don't even blink now, just staring out into the darkened yard.\n\nSlowly, a large black figure emerges from the fog... Svarog. Those red eyes are fixed right on you as he walks across the yard, legs wreathed in the mist, his steps seeming somehow deliberate and calculated. He stops a few feet in front of you and waits, expectantly. In response, you pull off your tanktop, nipples stiffening in the cold night air, the shirt disappearing into the fog as you drop it. You push the waistband of your pants down over your hips and let them drop, stepping out of them. You stand naked in front of the massive black dog for several moments, clad in nothing but the chill moisture starting to cling to your skin, before you sink to your knees and then forward onto your hands, lifting your head to stare forward again.\n\nYou continue to look forward, not even following Svarog with your eyes as he pads silently around out of your vision. And then he mounts, big body hefting onto your back, paws settling to the sides of your hands before he thrusts into you. Despite never having taken anything other than your own fingers, you don't so much as flinch as the massive dog cock pierces deep into your pussy, spreading you open wide and deep. He begins thrusting hard enough to rock your entire body lightly, your tits jiggling a bit underneath you from the impact, what feels like a good foot of inhuman dick pounding your pussy. And still you don't make a sound or change your expression, your face as unmoving as stone as you're beastfucked.\n\nSvarog is as silent as you are above you... despite the weight and heat of his body atop you, the feel of his fur on your back and ass, you can't even hear him breathe. The only sounds are the squelch of his thick puppy prick pounding your pussy and his furry hips impacting against your ass. Otherwise there's not so much as a cricket in the fog-shrouded night, nothing visible in the darkness beyond. Just you and the big black dog relentlessly fucking you until you silently cum and cum again, the lewd noises of his cock plunging into your pussy growing louder while you yourself never make a sound.\n\nAfter what feels like hours, or maybe days, you feel something large and bulky battering against your swollen, sodden pussylips. It pushes them wider, and wider, until finally Svarog's knot pushes all the way into you and inflates. As what feels like a gallon of hot, thick animal seed starts to flood into your womb, Svarog leans his head down, hot, dog-scented breath washing over your ear in a voice that sounds like the boom of some drum that heralds the end of the world, "You are a bitch."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wake up.|GGDog4x3]]\n\n

You gasp and snap upright, your eyes opening wide. You look back and forth at your sunlight-lit room, your body so sweaty that it's created some dampness in the sheets under and atop you. It takes a few moments for your brain to catch up to the fact that you're in bed, in your room, the power is on, and it's morning. God, it was all a dream. An extremely weird, highly detailed, and very... disturbing dream. Yeah, you'll go with that you decide as you flip the sheet off and then clamber out of bed... and realize that you're naked.\n\nFor just a moment, you're left wondering if it really happened. Carefully, you reach down and feel of your pussy with your fingers... well, there's no cum dripping out of you, and none of the soreness or stretching that you'd associate with... what happened in the dream. Just the normal, familiar feel of touching yourself when very turned on. You rest one hand against the bed and start stroking your fingers over yourself, deciding to do a quick tension release, but several times throughout, and especially as you're climaxing, your mind wanders back to the intense imagery of the dream.\n\nGetting it together once you've gotten off, you decide that you must have just gotten hot during the night and wriggled out of your clothes. Not the first time you've done something similar, though the first time you've woken up completely naked. Grabbing a robe and shrugging into it, you head to the bathroom to shower. Then it's the usual t-shirt, thong, socks, and jeans before you're padding down the stairs for breakfast. You grab a box of cereal from the counter and a bowl, sliding in at the table. Just your mother this morning, looks like. She looks up from her own cereal bowl, giving you a confused look.\n\n"Were you out in the back yard last night?"\n\nThat question almost makes you choke on your Cookie Crisp. Doing your best to recover without looking like you need to recover, you look up at her. "Uh, I really don't think so? Why do you ask?"\n\n"I noticed something out there this morning and went out to check, and it was a pair of your sleeping pants and one of your shirts. It almost looked like you'd gotten naked out there."\n\n"Uh." That flummoxes you pretty good. You'd already decided last night couldn't have <i>really</i> happened. Besides the physical signs, absolutely none of it makes rational sense. You think for a moment, then, offering what's your honest best explanation, "I think I may have been sleepwalking."\n\n"What? Really?" Your mother blinks. "I can't recall you ever doing that before."\n\n"Me either. But I had a dream where I walked into the back yard last night..." Well, you did walk into the back yard, but you certainly aren't telling your mother what else you dreamed of doing there. "So maybe I did."\n\n"Hunh." She frowns. "Well, we'll have to keep an eye on that, I think. We don't want you getting hurt falling down the stairs or walking into the streets." Or being naked in public, is the unspoken third worry.\n\n"Maybe it was just the full moon," you venture, trying to lighten the mood. Grinning, you wolf down the rest of your cereal, then dump bowl and spoon in the sink before heading for the entryway. "I'm going over to Leslie's, I'll call if I'm gonna be late!"\n\n"Alright," your mother answers a bit absently, either because she's still worried about your potential sleepwalking or because her mind's already on the day ahead.\n\nYou walk a few blocks to the single-story house your friend calls home. Leslie's already out in the yard, watering some plants, the driveway empty and indicating neither of her parents will be hovering. Leslie's blonde, tan, short and a bit flat, and her penchant for short haircuts and boyish clothing has earned her more than a few uncreative nicknames that you honestly don't care about the authenticity of, though you've never asked one way or the other. She's wearing cutoffs and a tanktop today, and shuts off the hose and waves. "Hey!"\n\n"Heya," you answer with a grin as she leads the way inside. Both of you sigh at the loving embrace of air conditioning, Leslie moving to flop down on the couch and you doing the same beside her.\n\n"So, what's up?" she asks, frowning briefly. "Anything weird happen last night?"\n\nYou hesitate for a moment. Leslie's been your friend for years, and you generally do tell her everything, no matter how minor or embarrassing. The dream you had is certainly the latter, but you're not sure if it's the former...\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell her about the dream.|GGDog4x4]]\n\n[[Don't tell her.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

"Well..." You say slowly. "Last night I had this dream."\n\n"A dream?" Her eyebrows lift a bit. "I was wondering if you had, like, big-titted stalkers in your bushes or something."\n\n"No, nothing like that. Just this really... strange, intense... erotic," you admit. "Dream."\n\nThat seems to have gotten her attention, and she smiles wide. "Ohhh. Wait wait wait." She hops up and goes scurrying into the kitchen, returning with a pair of bottled sugarcane sodas... 'the good stuff'. She presses one on you, then settles back in. "Go on!"\n\nYou sigh a little and take a sip of the soda before beginning. "Okay, so. I wake up, it's the middle of the night."\n\n"Wake up where?"\n\n"In my room. I mean, basically that's how it starts, like I really did wake up. Everything's dark, no lights from my computer or clock or anything. Anyway, I get up and walk, all zombie-like, downstairs, and then go out in the back yard. It's super foggy, can't see the ground or even the fence. I walk out onto the grass, and a minute later... he walks out of the fog."\n\n"Your dream lover, huh?" Leslie snickers a bit, grinning widely. "Was it Chris Evans? Chris Pine?" Her eyebrows wiggle. "Zoe Saldana?"\n\n"Actually... it was Svarog," you admit, glancing aside and taking a long drink from the soda, before adding in a murmur, "Boob-lady's dog."\n\n"... Whoa." Leslie's suntanned face darkens further with a blush. "So, you uh...?"\n\n"Yeah. I took off my clothes... still like I was in a trance or something... and got down on all fours and... and he mounted me. And even though I wasn't reacting at all... I couldn't make a sound or even make a face... well... it felt really good," you say with a sigh, sitting back, your pussy tingling pleasurably just remembering the dream. "I mean this was a super vivid dream, I could feel the grass, the cold air on my skin... his fur... everything."\n\n"Wild." Leslie takes a fairly large pull on her own soda. "Well, I mean, it's just a dream, right? People can get up to super-kinky stuff in dreams, doesn't really mean anything about what they actually want to do. Is that what's worrying you?"\n\n"Not really. I mean, maybe kind of. But see, here's the thing. After his voice woke me up-"\n\n"Whoa whoa wait." Leslie grins broadly again. "The dog talked."\n\n"... Just once," you admit. "Just four words." Your cheeks blaze bright red as you quote, "'You are a bitch.'"\n\nLeslie looks like she doesn't know whether to be a little shocked or a little turned on, so just settles for grinning cheekily. "Well. Guess that's the natural thing for a dream dog to say after he's fucked you. Anyway, go on, after you woke up?"\n\n"I was back in bed... but I was naked. And my mom said that she found my clothes out in the back yard this morning," you add. "I think I may have been sleepwalking or something. I mean, obviously the dog bit can't have <i>really</i> happened, but what if I actually went out in the yard, stripped down, and sat there on all fours for half the night?"\n\n"Huh." Leslie looks thoughtful now, frowning just a little as she considers. Then she shrugs. "Maybe it was just a one-time thing, y'know? You got a little weirded out or something, your brain had a funny reaction."\n\n"Maybe," you allow, thinking it over.\n\n"Look, if you're really worried, why don't you stay over with me tonight?" your friend offers, smiling and reaching over to pat you on the knee. "Mom and Dad are out of town right now, their bedroom has a lock on the door. We'll sleep in there, I'll keep the key on me, that way even if you do sleepwalk you won't go anywhere further than about ten feet. Plus, sleepover!"\n\nYou consider. A sleepover is always fun, especially a sleepover without any adults around to make pests of themselves. For that reason alone you ought to accept. On the other hand, in a weird way it feels like that would be surrendering something... like admitting you were really worried about this whole dream thing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sleep over.|GGDog4x5]]\n\n[[Go home.|GGDog5x1]]

"Maybe that's a good idea," you allow, then add with a grin. "Sounds like fun anyway."\n\n"Cool!" Leslie chirps, then hms, slipping her phone out of her pocket and glancing at it. "You wanna call a couple more girls, make a real slumber party of it?"\n\n"Sure you wouldn't catch hell from your parents over that?"\n\n"Nah, not like I'm gonna throw a wild teen party out of a movie or something, just figured we could each invite a couple of girls we know, watch some movies, eat a couple of pizzas. If it's people you and I know their parents'll let 'em come over with no big."\n\nYou glance down at your soda, thinking. Of course, if you invite people over and then spend the night with Leslie in a locked room, it's sure to start rumors, even if just among your personal circle of friends. You're not sure you particularly care about that any more than Leslie does, but you're also not sure you're even in the mood to hang out with a bunch of people...\n\n<hr>\n[[Make it a party.|GGDog4x6]]\n\n[[Keep it a duo.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

You give a little shake of your head. What are you doing? You're getting all mopey and passing up a chance for an awesome little party with your friends over some dumb dream? Smiling at Leslie (and only having to force it a little), you say, "Sure, let's make some calls."\n\n"Great! Better hit the store, though, so let's commit the grievous sin of walking and texting," Leslie replies with a snicker, hopping to her feet and heading for her shoes.\n\nAll told, ten more girls wind up being invited over, making it an even dozen of you in the house. Slightly large for the typical sleepover, maybe, but as Leslie said, it's not a wild teen party out of a TV show so everything's pretty manageable. As well, between the two of you, you have quite the diverse set of friends, so there's Toni giving half-serious martial arts lessons that mostly seem to involve girls tossing each other into piles of pillows and laughing, Max taking on anyone who feels like losing in Street Fighter V, and Andi giving facials and makeup advice. Disproving various other sitcom stereotypes, everyone seems to be enjoying each other's company as well, up to and including Max taking a break from kicking everyone's asses as Cammy to get lipstick and eyeshadow applied.\n\n"Turned out pretty cool for a last-minute thing," Leslie chirps from next to you. While most of the girls have donned relatively modest sleepover ensembles (save for the fashionistas like Andi, who consider a sleepover a good <i>reason</i> to wear a babydoll teddy and low-slung panties), Leslie has apparently taken advantage of being the host to wear just a t-shirt that comes down to her knees. And panties... you assume.\n\n"Yup, it's a good time," you agree happily, sipping on your soda. Since you came over without sleeping clothes, you're making do with your t-shirt and a pair of drawstring jogging shorts from the clearance aisle at the store. You certainly don't feel worried about sleepwalking or dreaming... considering that no one else is showing any signs of flagging or wanting to crawl into a less noisy corner, you may not even get to sleep tonight. Not like it'd be the first time!\n\n"I'm gonna go see if I can toss Toni," Leslie adds, grinning and rushing off to take her turn at grappling with the rather taller and more buff girl. Which would normally be what you'd absolutely have to watch, considering Leslie's unlikelihood to give up after one or five tosses, but just then you notice that Andi's apparently decided to have a try at this 'Fight Streeter' thing and is settling in next to a smirking Max. Deciding that watching the players will be vastly more amusing than watching the screen, you edge around to stand near the TV, grinning as Andi pokes her tongue out past her lips a little, the voluptuous bottle blonde looking like she's from an entirely different world than the petite little purple-haired girl in her father's Megadeth t-shirt and boxers.\n\nYou glance briefly aside as the antique grandfather clock in the hall starts chiming the hour... midnight, looks like. Not paying any further heed as the chimes continue, you look back to Andi and Max. You're thus watching as their eyes glaze over and their fingers still on the controls, even as a fuzzy, relaxed, slightly disconnected feeling comes over you as well. All over the room, play-tussling and chatter is ceasing, everyone going still, arms dropping to their sides, eyes glassy. As the clock finishes chiming twelve, the lights and TV flicker and go out, plunging the room into being lit only by the full moon streaming in through the windows.\n\nThe girls not already standing rise to their feet, and moving in near-synch all of you push down what you're wearing on your lower halves before pulling off and carelessly discarding what you're wearing above, the room going from bright and noisy and a riot of different bedtime outfits to dark and silent and packed with naked teenage girls in a matter of seconds. Leslie turns and walks stiffly to the back door, others falling in behind her. She unlocks it and swings it open, fog rolling into the house as she marches outside, the rest of you following her out into the dark, fog-shrouded yard. Moving in an orderly, slightly inhuman fashion, the group splits into two lines facing each other, before every other girl turns around to face the other way. Then, as one, you all go to your knees and forward onto your hands, arranged so that you're at opposites... to one side of you is Leslie's tan, trim ass, to the other Andi's round white one, and directly in front of you Max's petite little butt and the pink of her pussy framed by her skinny thighs.\n\nSvarog comes striding out of the fog just like he did last night... or you think it's him at first, anyway. Maybe not, because another, identical dog comes walking out after him, and then another, and another. In all, twenty-four massive, red-eyed canines appear out of the thick fog, six of them forming a line on the right side of the group of girls, six on the right, and the rest... well, even without being able to turn your head or look around, you can easily enough see them moving into position behind each of you. The positioning means that you have a perfect view of a good thirteen inches of glistening, veiny red dog cock sliding into Max's pussy even as another thirteen inches of glistening, veiny red dog cock are sliding into yours.\n\nJust like last night, you're unable to move, make a sound, or react as the black dog on your back begins fucking you hard, thick canine cock cramming your cunt over and over again, and from the fact that there's not a single other human noise being made, the all your friends are in the same boat. However, unlike last night, the dog above you isn't silent, nor his compatrioats. Indeed, the foggy, dreamlike night is full of the sounds of big dogs panting, huffing, growling, even making groan-like noises as they fuck their ensorceled teen girl lovers, the ones on the sidelines barking occasionally as if in encouragement.\n\nYour whole body is again rocked by the power of Svarog(?)'s thrusts, his fuzzy hips slamming against your ass and moving you back and forth on your hands and knees. Out of the corner of your eye on either side you can see more dog asses moving as they fuck your friends, and of course dead ahead is your clear view of that massive, shiny red prick splitting open Max's little pussy, her pudgy, smooth pussylips looking like they're stretched taut around it already even as the swell of her dog rapist's knot starts slapping against it. Though all the dogs are pumping away at their own paces, some moving their hips so fast they're almost a blur, others using an almost lazy roll of their hips to pump away at the teenage bitches beneath them, your dog and Max's knot the two of you at the same time, so it's almost like you're seeing your own pussy getting stretched before closing around the invading member.\n\nThe rush of dog cum inside you seems to break some of the spell you're under, and you cry out loudly as you cum, the sounds of eleven other girls reaching climax at the same time mingling in the night. Suddenly the foggy, shrouded world is filled with the sound of violated teenage girls moaning and gasping in pleasure as furry dog balls empty into their pussies. You groan loudly as the dog on your back swings off, his fuzzy ass pressing against your smooth one as he moves into proper bitch-tied position. The dogs at the sides now begin filtering along the lines, moving to take their own places opposite their brethren. The moaning, gasping, and yowling are muffled bit by bit, your own full-throated moans now reverberating through more than a foot of hot, dripping dog dick as another Svarog-clone starts fucking your face just as thoroughly as the last fucked your pussy. Your throat bulges with the girth of it as you tongue the underside eagerly, even raising a hand to fondle his big, swaying black ballsack, encouraging him to spill empty it into your mouth.\n\nYou get your wish soon enough, the rush of dog cum filling your mouth and throat almost instantly and spattering out around your lips and all over his knot. More of it splashes across your face, hair, and even your tits as he pulls back some and humps the air, waving that massive crimson length in your face as he paints you. He dismounts at the same time as the other dog manages to pull out and step away, your stretched pussy letting loose a torrent of animal jizz to splash onto the fog-shrouded ground. You pant heavily, your face dripping with dog jizz, taking a brief look around. Dogs are already moving to pick new partners and mount up again, squeals and yowls sounding in the night as pussies are packed with puppy prick or asses are crammed with canine cock. For that matter, you can even see a couple of the girls partnering up with each other. Pure animal lust has overcome the whole group... including you, the impulse to join in is direct, powerful, and overwhelming. \n\nExcept for the tiniest, barest voice in the back of your head, urging 'Now's your chance, run!'\n\n<hr>\n[[Run.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fun.|GGDog4x7]]

'I appreciate it but I think I'll pass' you text back, sighing. 'seriously thanks but I just don't feel comfortable doing that stuff'\n\nThere's no reply for awhile, and you're afraid you might have offended Liam. But eventually the phone blips again, the text reading 'nah man it's cool you gotta do what's right for you and all'\n\nYou're a bit surprised, though, when a few minutes later your phone blips at you again, and you find another text for him. 'there's another couple girls I could try and set you up with'\n\nYou can't help but snort a little as you type back 'for a dude that looks like he could burst into literal flames any second you sure do go on a lot of dates with girls ;)'\n\n'you'd be surprised how many girls this look does it for dude :D'\n'I think they take it as a challenge or something :thinking:'\n'makes them feel accomplished like they overcame a barrier maybe?'\n'but yeah I actually never went out with these two I just met them when I was hanging out with other people and wound up collecting their numbers yanno'\n\n'how come you never went out?' you ask, managing to not add some form of "What's wrong with them" since that would just be rude. \n\n'I dunno it was weird I had this feeling that I could only think of as being like what a fly feels when its lured into a fly trap by gorgeous pheremones yanno?'\n'like I'm sure its fine dude they seemed perfectly okay and I haven't heard anything bad about them it was probably just anxiety or something'\n'anyway here's Helena'\n\n<img src="images/Helena.jpg">\n\nYour eyes immediately go to her chest. How could they not? Not only is it huge, but she's displaying it with a low-cut top that leaves her shoulders and arms bare, and her cleavage is glistening lightly with sweat. It actually takes you a moment to tear your eyes away to take in the pretty brown hair in an over-the-shoulder braid, the very pretty (and sexily flushed) face, and the restaurant behind her. 'that's photoshopped' is all you can think to send back.\n\n'nah dude s2g they're really that big'\n'they're real too I could tell by how they moved'\n'the sushi restaurant's AC broke down and I think every guy there but me almost passed out seeing her get all flushed and sweaty and a few of the girls and only one was a lesbian'\n'anyway aside from the chest she was super friendly and outgoing and she'd probably be real easy for you to talk to so as long as you don't stare at her chest all night and come off as a creep I bet you'd be fine'\n\n'thanks for the vote of confidence' you send back. Thinking on the chests of the girls he's shown you so far, you add 'so what sort of titty monster is the fourth girl?'\n\n'lol!'\n'no sort Hera is pretty modest in that department'\n'don't have a picture tho'\n\n'how come?' you ask, curious since he had pictures of all the other girls.\n\n'I dunno I thought I had a few of her but I guess she likes to reverse photobomb or something cause she's not in any'\n'she's a hot goth girl though and she seemed like a lot of fun I bet you two would have a super time'\n'help you go a little wild and get out of your shell'\n'I still message them both sometimes so I should be able to set you up just tell me who'\n\n<hr>\n[[Pick Helena.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Pick Hera.|GwynVamp1x1]]\n\n[[Pass.|Gwyn]]

You gasp as you scramble upright, finding yourself sitting on a bundle of blankets and pillows on the floor, your skin almost dripping with sweat. There are other gasps and yelps sounding all around you, more bursts of sudden movements, and a few yelps as girls collide or fall off bits of furniture where they'd apparently fallen asleep.\n\nYour first thought is that your waking so suddenly has caused a chain reaction, and you almost laugh sheepishly. God, what a dream! Then you notice something. Every single girl in the room is buck naked, their skin glistening with sweat.\n\nThe others begin to notice as well, looking around with shock and embarrassment, some covering themselves with their hands or convenient blankets, others not bothering since everyone naked here <i>is</i> a girl, after all. Confusion and worry start to set in after that, before it's replaced by forced smiles. Toni, her cocoa skin gleaming, laughs a little, rubbing the back of her head, sweat-damp nipples stiff in the air conditioning. "Geez, I had the weirdest dream, you guys, you wouldn't even believe-"\n\n"Would it happen to have been about us all fucking dogs and each other like it was the night before the apocalypse?"\n\nLeslie's flat, blunt tone makes Toni, and a number of the others (including yourself) wince before looking over at her. Like the bigger girl, she's standing unashamedly naked, hands on her hips, though her lips are curved in a frown. She looks around at everyone, making sure that all attention is truly on her, before she continues. "It's obvious we all had the same 'dream'. And if we all had the same dream, it obviously wasn't <i>just</i> a dream. Something happened to us last night. Pretending it didn't won't get us anywhere."\n\n"Um, guys?" Andi's voice calls from the kitchen. "I... I think you ought to see this."\n\nEleven more girls move and try to cram themselves into the kitchen at once, crowding around to see what the 'this' is that the blonde girl's pointing at with a slightly shaking finger. There on the kitchen table, lined up in two rows of six, and ranging from flat black to bright pink, are a dozen thick leather dog collars, each one with a round silver tag arranged to sit perfectly in front of it.\n\n"Do they..." Andi gulps heavily, starting to shake all over. "Do they...?"\n\nGirls exchange glances with one another, obviously all hesitating at the question she can't quite get out. Leslie, apparently still the bravest of all of you, walks forward and leans in a bit, making sure not to touch anything, before she straightens up. "Yeah, they're embossed with our names."\n\n"What..." A rather mousey girl named Kelsey shifts in place, glancing around before continuing in a whisper. "What do you think will happen if we put them on?"\n\n"We'll become bitches." The words are out of your mouth almost before you realize you're going to speak. But you just know it's the answer, you're only saying what Kelsey herself, and all the others, knew the moment they saw the collars. "We'll belong to the woman that did this to us. We'll be her animals, and we'll spend the rest of eternity like we did last night."\n\nA heavy silence descends at that. No one says anything or argues... they know it's the truth of it as much as you do. Then there's a yelp, Andi whirling and clutching the microfleece blanket she's holding around herself tighter. "Max! What are you doing?!"\n\n"What's it look like?" the petite girl snaps back as she picks up the collar with her nametag (purple, to match her hair) and slips it around her own neck. "Last night was fucking amazing. I don't care if it's damnation, I'll sign on to get fucked like that for the rest of forever in a heartbeat." As she slips the end of the collar's strap through the little silver loop designed to hold it, her eyes start to glaze over, and you watch as her pussylips puff up with arousal, a faint moan slipping past her lips. Her voice comes out light and airy as she whispers, "Fuck, it already feels so good."\n\nMore glances are traded around, and you can actually see the temptation in some of the others' eyes, hiding there amidst the fear and shock. You know it's there in your own eyes as well. What would it feel like, to give up free will for a life of constant fucking in slavery? To judge from Max's reaction... and your memories of last night... it would feel amazing. But you can't just give up your freedom!\n\nCan you?\n\n<hr>\n[[Put on your collar.|GGDog6x1]]\n\n[[Destroy your collar.|GGDog4x9]]

"No," you snarl, revulsion suddenly twisting in your belly at the very idea of being tempted by slavery. You shove some of the others aside and stalk over to the counter drawers. You've been to Leslie's often enough to know where everything is, so your motions are quick and angry as you yank open the drawer and grab a pair of salad tongs. You don't even want to <i>touch</i> the damned thing as you grab the black collar with its 'Cyan' tag and carry it to the stove. Snapping the largest burner on as high as it will go, you barely even wait for the flames to spring up before tossing the collar right onto the burner. The smell of searing, charring leather immediately fills the room, soon followed by the strange tang of hot metal.\n\nThe others just stare at you, stunned for a few moments. Then Leslie plucks the tongs out of your hand. "Gimme." She grabs the blue collar with her own nametag on it and carries it over, tossing it onto the burner atop your own rapidly disintegrating one. That seems to give some of the others courage to start doing the same... while, to your shock, it seems to inspire others to grab them and slip them on, as if worrying that their own might be burned instead.\n\nAll in all, half the group elects to destroy the collars and half to wear them. Some of the other girls cry and plead with their glassy-eyed friends as they turn and march mechanically out the front door, apparently intending to walk naked and collared down the street to wherever they're going. Leslie drags one of the last of the sobbing free girls back in through the front door and gives her a half-shove towards the couch as she slams the door, then turns to face everyone left.\n\n"Alright, listen. We can't tell anyone what really happened." At several noises of protest, she shakes her head emphatically. "No, listen to me, we <i>can't</i>! They'd think we all got drugged up or something and hallucinated the whole thing, or that we're crazy... or worse, that we murdered the others and hid their bodies somewhere. We have to keep everything that really happened to ourselves."\n\n"She's right," you say with a heavy heart, running your hands through your hair. "It won't do them or us any good to tell the truth. We'll just say that we had a slumber party, and when we got up one of the burners was ruined and the others were gone. We have to promise, and practice it over and over, and make sure we've covered everything, because there'll be questions."\n\n"Max, Toni, Kelsey, the others," Andi whimpers softly, tears running down her cheeks. "They're being... I mean right now, they're probably... and their poor parents..."\n\n"They made their choice," Leslie says darkly, shaking her head slowly this time. "I guess it was theirs to make, even if we don't like it. We probably couldn't have stopped them even if we wanted to. We'll just have to make our peace with it.\n\nSlowly, everyone nods, accepting the sad logic of it. Your friends are gone... and you're going to have to spend the rest of your lives lying about why.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGDog4xEnd]]

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You blink repeatedly, realizing that you're sitting in your mother's car, the road passing by outside indicating that you're almost home. "... Wha...?" you say vaguely.\n\n"Hm? Something wrong, honey?" your mother asks, glancing over briefly.\n\n"I... yeah, when did I get in the car?" you ask, frowning.\n\n"Now you see, I told you not to go nuts with that snack bar just because they had Surge on tap, and now you've got such a bad sugar crash you can barely think," she says with an exasperated sigh, shaking her head. "Don't you remember? We went to see my latest client, the owner of a new entertainment complex? He'd been asking me to bring you over so he could get a teenage gamer's perspective on it, and you wound up having the time of your life with all the arcade machines on free play and the unlimited sugary refills." She dramatically rolls her eyes, making sure you can see them over the edge of her sunglasses. "Clearly I should tell him to limit them."\n\n"Oh." You blink again, still feeling confused. That doesn't seem like something you'd forget! Except somehow it also seems entirely reasonable, so you just nod. "Well. Yeah, okay, guess I went a bit overboard. Sorry."\n\n"No worries," she says, glancing over and giving you a smile that's somehow a bit sad. "We'll have other opportunities, I'm sure."\n\n<b>Cyan the Spy</b> end - <i>Flashy-thinged</i>

Your mind fills with truly wicked, evil ideas as you read the short, simple description of the ring. Not long on details, but plenty enough to make you think you could have all sorts of dark fun with it. You quickly reach out to tap the selection, and see the simple black metal ring immediately appear on your ring finger.\n\nThe window disappears, but is instantly replaced by another one with instructions. They're just as short and to the point as the original blurb was: Point your fist at an NPC. Touch your thumb to the ring. The NPC will be collared, and have to follow all of your orders to the best of their ability. It even has a short line noting they can't "genie twist" their way out of what you obviously mean.\n\nThere is a short paragraph after that explaining that there is a secondary power to the collars, that touching your thumb to a square on the back of them will let you make some basic changes to their bodies and minds, and to the appearance of the collar. It would seem whoever programmed this item thought it was simple enough that you could ponder it out on your own. Well, it definitely does seem to be more 'point and click' than the other options.\n\nThoughtfully, you close the window, and immediately Ranma turns his head. "Oh, hey Eric, what's up?" You respond by pointing your fist at him and thumbing the ring, and he gives a squawk as a black iron collar suddenly appears around his neck. "What the hell?!" Immediately, a small window appears in your view, showing Ranma's name, location, and a few buttons, slightly out of the way but close enough to easily reach out and touch it.\n\n"Shut up," you answer almost absentmindedly, but grin as his teeth clack together. He jumps to his feet, and you add, "Stand still." He immediately puts both feet together and stands there with his arms at his side, a shocked and angry look on his face.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have Ranma stay a guy.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Have Ranma change to a girl.|RanRing1x2]]

Spotting the bucket of water over in the corner, you grin evilly. "Go dump that water on yourself."\n\n"What?! No way I'm gonna-!" Ranma starts, your order to 'shut up' apparently only having applied to what he was saying at the moment. Then he blurts "Hey!" as his body moves on its own, making him walk stiffly over to the bucket, bending hard at the waist to grab it, then upending it over himself as he straightens up. Spluttering, Ranma raises her hands to wipe her wet bangs back from her face. "How are you doing this?! Stop it, Eric!"\n\n"Take off your clothes," you reply mildly, still smirking at her. \n\n"No <i>way</i>! Ack, no no no!" Ranma protests as her own hands move in slightly mechanized motions to start undoing the clasps of her shirt. "I don't wanna strip, especially not when you're acting like this!" she complains as she finishes undoing the shirt and shrugs out of it, large, heavy tits wobbling and shaking, then hanging down as she bends over to shove down her pants and boxers. Stepping out of them, she stands there naked in front of you, trembling with obvious anger, baring her teeth in a snarl. "Eric, I dunno how you're doing this, but I'm gonna beat the crap out of you!"\n\n"No, you're gonna stand there and let me play with your tits," you quip, sauntering around behind her and reaching around to do just that. \n\n"Hey, hands off! Quit it!" Ranma growls, but can't do much more than twitch and tremble as she's forced to obey your order to let you do as you like. Her tits are big and a bit heavy in your hands, and you give a few good, firm squeezes, enjoying that perfect mingling of firm and yielding as you et your fingers dig in. "Stop that! Don't!" she complains with a little yelp, then stiffles a moan as you give her tits a softer stroke along the curve and start toying with her nipples gently. "D-don't, seriously, this is-" She cuts off with a squeak as you give her nipples a pinch. "Quit it!"\n\n"You may as well stop complaining, there's nothing you can do. Hm, I don't feel like ordering you to be quiet, quite... heh, maybe I just oughtta give your mouth something to do." You glance around and spot the folded up futon, heading over to take a seat on the edge of it. Fishing out your stiff cock, you give it a slight shake. "Get on all fours, crawl over here, and start deep-throating this."\n\n"Y-you're crazy! I'm a guy, I don't suck other guys' cocks!" Ranma yelps as she sinks to her knees and leans forward onto her hands, starting to crawl towards you with her tits swaying under her and ass shaking with her motions. "Eric, no, don't, quit it, make it stop, I don't wanna suck your cock, I don't wanna mmmgllllllk!" Her protests are cut off as she reaches you and leans forward, her open mouth sliding over the head of your prick and then moving down. Her eyes go wide, then actually roll up just a little as she finds herself forced to keep pushing forward, her body making her push past her gag reflex and keep pressing your cock further down her throat until her lips press to the root of your shaft. Then she starts bobbing her head, moving over most of the length of your shaft, gagging loudly over and over again as each time her body forces her to swallow the entire length of your prick. Tears dribble from her eyes as they turn upwards, glaring at you angrily even as she loyally gobbles down your cock.\n\n"Mmm, there's a good little slut," you coo mockingly, grinning even more at the outrage that flares in her blue eyes even as she yet again goes balls-deep on swallowing your cock. "Put your whole body into it though, I wanna see those fat tits shake for me."\n\n"Gllblg?!" she tries to cry in outrage around a throatful of prick, but immediately starts obediently rocking her body forward, letting that rock her mouth and throat back and forth on your stiff cock. Her ass rises and falls lightly and her tits wobble heavily beneath her as she effectively fucks her face on you, churned-up spit dribbling down the sides of her chin, tears of a repeatedly stimulated gag reflex and shame streaking down cheeks hot with anger and humiliation. \n\nThough it feels amazing, something about the sheer power you have over her also lets you be remarkably casual about the sensation... or maybe the program's helping out. Either way, you decide to browse the options presented by the little ID window that apparently goes with collaring a slave as Ranma continues to helplessly obey your order to rape her own throat with your prick. There's a button that brings up a list called 'Control Options' that apparently lets you move Ranma around or put her in bondage, but none of those immediately strikes you as interesting. The second option is [[Body Mods|RanRing1x3]] which apparently allows you to make some changes to her form. There's [[Slave Type|RanRing]] which apparently lets you apply a handful of presets to alter her into some specific sorts of servant. There's [[Attitude Adjustment|RanRing2x1]] which seems to offer a much more limited set of ways to change her behavior than the Personality Pendant, if you're tired of her constant protests. And then there's [[Training Mode|RanRing]] and [[Breeding Mode|RanRing3x1]] if you apparently want to do particularly slave-y things with her. Or you can just [[continue as-is|RanRing]], of course!

Just from a glance, the 'Body Mods' menu looks like it has some fun stuff. You tap the button to bring it up, and are presented with a little menu.\n\nFirst there's a small set of body sliders for Hair Length/Breasts/Hips and a few other things. Those would be easy enough to play with. Then there's a section for things like body art, piercings, and other similar modifications. Finally there's a handful of (rather amusingly named) presets that you can apparently apply to have it put a whole suite of modifactions on her at once. Let's see...\n\n<hr>\n[[Make her tits bigger.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Give her piercings.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Use the "Futa Fucktoy" preset.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Use the "Decorated Whore" preset.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Use the "Fantasy Princess" preset.|RanRing]]

"There's something I wanted to tell you. Here, come into the living room with me," you answer, reaching down to take your son's hand and lead him into the next room before turning to face him, taking both his hands.\n\n"What's up? Is something wrong?" he asks, clearly confused.\n\nSmiling, you shake your head. "No, not at all. The truth is, I realized you're growing up, and I want to see you become a fine man. To that end, I've decided to help you make the transition to manhood by making love to you."\n\nHe just stands there for a moment, his brain visibly trying to process that, before he simply gives a blank, "Huh?"\n\nGiggling, you raise a hand to cup his cheek. "You should know how to pleasure a girl, and have the confidence to get out of your room instead of jerking off, like you were this morning."\n\nThat, apparently, processes immediately, and he splutters, going red in the face. "Mom!"\n\n"I just think an attractive, obviously virile young man like yourself should be out dating girls and starting relationships, so to that end, as a sort of rite of passage, I'll be your first," you state reasonably, taking his hand again. "After a few times with me, you should be confident and skilled enough to go out and get any girl you want."\n\nHe just opens and closes his mouth a few times, obviously still having difficulty with this train of logic. Finally all he can come up with is, "What, now?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Right now.|Marei8x3]]\n\n[[Tonight.|Marei]]

"Mm-hm," you answer cheerfully, pulling your shirt up and off, your heavy tits dropping free and wobbling as you drop the shirt and move your hands down, peeling the small shorts over your ass and hips and letting them drop as well. "Right now."\n\nKen's eyes are wide as he watches his naked mother sink to her knees in front of him and start unbuttoning his jeans. You smile up at your son as you pull his zipper down and then tug his jeans and the front of his underwear down a bit to let his cock spill free. He's only just a bit hard, but you can feel him rapidly stiffening up as you stroke his length with one hand, and gently rub the turgid length against your cheek. Cooing softly up at him, you turn your head and kiss the side of his shaft, murmuring, "Don't worry, Ken-chan, Mommy's going to take good care of you."\n\nYou continue lightly stroking the lower half of the shaft as he hardens fully, moving your head so you can kiss the tip before fluttering your tongue against the underside. Smiling as Ken moans, you slip your lips over the head of his cock, bobbing your head lightly along your son's dick while you shift your hands to grip at his jeans and underwear, tugging them down. Ken steps out of them almost reflexively once you've got them down, then as an afterthought pulls off his shirt, leaving him as naked as you are. Sliding your son's cock back out of your mouth, you wrap your hand around it, angling it up as you stroke him so that you can lean in and start licking at his sack. Sucking one of his balls into your mouth, you keep your eyes on his face, watching his own pleasure-glazed ones meet yours. You always did like that he got your eyes.\n\nAfter leaving a sheen of saliva coating his balls, you drag your tongue back up his shaft and slide your lips back over it, this time bobbing up and down a bit more forcefully. You don't really have time to start trying to take him too deeply before Ken lets out a loud moan and you can taste your son's hot, thick cum splashing across your tongue. You roll your tongue around the head, looking up at him as he pants and shivers, cock shuddering between your lips as it fires thick ropes of cream into your mouth. Once you've swallowed you pull back, continuing to stroke him lightly as you say, "See? One of the things we'll need to do is build up your endurance a little." You giggle at his blush, then rise to your feet, tits wobbling as you grab his hand and pull him over to the couch. \n\nYou nudge your son to sit, then again sink to your knees in front of him. This time you lean forward, hefting up your massive, soft tits and settling them in his lap, completely engulfing his cock. Ken stares down in shock and obvious pleasure as you start massaging the hefty things around his still stiff prick, getting him further worked up. You know he should last a fair while this time, what with it being his third orgasm in about an hour, by your count. You press your breasts down some, enough for the head of his cock to peek out a bit, and lean your head forward, eyes closing briefly as you flick your tongue over it and then roll it in circles around the edges. Ken's breathing is audible, one of his hands coming up to stroke your hair as he watches you work his dick over with your tits. \n\nYou continue giving him a titjob for several minutes, focusing mostly on gently working your big breasts around his cock and smiling up at him, before you can feel his cock starting to throb noticeably again. Backing off, you raise up and move to sit down beside him, leaning in for a kiss. Ken's kiss is a little hesitant at first, but quickly grows more eager, his tongue sliding into your mouth to toy with yours as your son's hands move to knead your boobs, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh almost enough to disappear. Your own hands roam over his thighs and chest, wanting to keep him stimulated and yet let him calm down a little too... and, you admit, enjoying the feel of that young, firm body under your fingers and palms.\n\nNow, how to proceed...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Have him wear a condom and fuck your pussy.|Marei]]\n\n[[Have him fuck your pussy as is.|Marei]]\n\n[[Have him fuck your ass.|Marei]]

You can't help but blush a little as Ken comes down the stairs, now in jeans and a t-shirt, and settles at the breakfast table. If he notices you getting pink-cheeked and looking him up and down as he eats, he doesn't show it, far too distracted by pancakes and bacon.\n\nBut after all, who could you really trust this to, if not yourself? It's such an important thing in a young man's life, and you really need to make sure it's a positive experience. And obviously the way to make really, truly sure is to do it yourself. You're definitely doing this because you're a good mother... and not because it's been so long since you've been with a man, and because Ken looks so much like his father except for his bigger, thicker dick, all throbbing and leaking pre in his hand...\n\nYou absently brush a thumb along the corner of your mouth, then notice that Ken's starting to set aside his plate and rise from his chair. "Ah, wait a moment, Ken," you interject, making him blink and look up at you.\n\n"Yeah, mom, what is it?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Seduce him.|Marei9x1]]\n\n[[Be direct.|Marei8x2]]

Before yesterday, you probably wouldn't have thought twice about such a sight. Now the combination of dog cum and an older woman's pussy is way too much to resist. Telling the Shep "Stay" quietly but firmly, you settle to your knees and lean forward, indulging yourself with a few squeezes and kneads of that big, round ass before leaning forward to drag your tongue up her messy slit.\n\nYour mother moans softly at the feel of a tongue working over her puffy, engorged pussylips and then sliding inside her. "W-what... who is that?"\n\n"Mmm, Mom, your pussy tastes so good," you coo back, squeezing her ass firmly again as you try to work your tongue in deeper between the words. The shame and nervousness you had is rapidly fading away completely as you taste the mingled girlcum and dog cum on your tongue and feel the hot cunt that bore you around your tongue. "All this dog jizz, and it feels so nice..."\n\n"Cyan, no, no, you can't," your mother protests faintly, but the words are weak and threaded with moans, her hips jerking a bit towards you against her will.\n\nYou continue licking and sucking at your mother's pussy until from the pace of her breathing and the sound of her badly restrained moans she's just on the edge. Then you straighten up and give the German Shepherd's collar a tug, saying a cheerful "Hup!" like you heard Amarie do earlier. He quickly mounts your mother, and you hear her cry out as she cums the instant that big canine cock thrusts into her. Amarie steps in, leaning in to kiss the meeting of your shoulder and neck, making you shiver in delight as she whispers, "<b>Very</b> good girl," in your ear.\n\nMurmuring a bit to help you understand what she wants, Amarie guides you around in front of your mother, helping you squat down by bracing you, your head practically between her immense tits. Your dripping teenage pussy winds up directly in front of your mother's face, leaving her staring at it in shock for a moment before closing her eyes tightly and giving her head a weak shake. You coo at the dog fucking her, giving it a few pets and scratching around his ears... then doing the same for your mother, grinning as she shivers in humiliation and pleasure at the treatment. Then you grip her hair and pull her face forward against your pussy, working your hips to grind your sex against her lower face.\n\nShe holds out for a minute or so, but as the German Shepherd picks up the pace, fucking her hard enough to make her tits sway again, the fact that she's already moaning into your pussy and making you moan sweetly in turn obviously breaks her down. At first it's a few tentative little laps that could almost be on accident, then some slow, hesitant, exploratory rolls of her tongue. By the time the dog's knot starts slapping against the plump lips of her pussy she's eating you out with abandon, though her moans still betray a hint of humiliation and shame... but even that dissolves as she cries out into your pussy, cumming as she's knotted again, your own cry joining hers as you cum messily all over your mother's face.\n\nYou and Amarie pull away after a moment, with you leaning forward to fondle and play with your mother's tits as your mistress coaxes the dog into deflating his knot enough to slide out of the bound woman's pussy. Amarie moves to bring over another dog, a big black hound with an even bigger cock than the other two. She mmms as she strokes the glistening red spear, then uses her hands to spread your mother's asscheeks, revealing her pucker. "You ever been fucked in the ass, bitch?" she coos, squeezing and kneading the full, round buttocks.\n\n"N-no," your mother moans softly, trying to look over her shoulder in half fear, half anticipation.\n\n"Mmmm, you're gonna love having a big, fat puppy prick in your ass, Mom," you purr at her, squeezing her tits and making her moan as you watch Amarie spit directly on the virgin pucker. "It feels soooo good to be a bitch and have a big male dog use your holes, it's sooo good!"\n\nApparently she agrees, since as the hound mounts up and, with Amarie's guidance, thrusts forward into her rear hole, your mother gives a howl of undisguised pleasure, jerking back towards in eagerness to take it. After a moment you settle onto your back on the floor, sliding between her legs and those of the dog. You appreciate the view of the dog's heavy, black-furred balls slapping against your mother for a moment before you lean in closer and start eating your mother out, eagerly slurping and sucking at her pussy. Her even more exuberant cries are quickly muffled by Amarie bending over in front of her and pressing back against her face, working her hips to move her own generous buttocks around against your mother's head.\n\n"That's right, slurp my pussy, that's my good girl," Amarie encourages, reaching back with one gloved hand to grab a fistful of your mother's hair to help hold her head in place as she fucks back against your mother's tongue. She continues to use the same tone she would with a dog as she says, "Get your tongue deep in there, eat my ass too bitch, that's right, goooood girl, good <i>girl</i>!"\n\nThis time once the dog has knotted in your mother's ass and turned around to face away from her, Amarie lets him take his time, allowing him to dump the entirety of his load into your mother's rear hole while you eat her out. About fifteen minutes later you and Amarie switch positions, the huge-titted woman expertly eating your mother out while you hump her face and feel her tongue eagerly working your teenage cunt and tight young ass. By the time the dog's knot deflates enough for him to slip out, the next batch of studs has been readied into the cages. Grinning, Amarie undoes the chains holding your mother's cuffs to the cement block, and your mother placidly, almost eagerly allows herself to be led to a clear area. Amarie snags your collar and pulls you over as well, tugging you onto all fours face-to-face with your mother, allowing the two of you to kiss deeply, tongues swirling over one another as she leads the next pair of dogs over.\n\nYou moan eagerly into your mother's mouth as you finally get some of your addiction, dog cock slamming into your pussy just as it's slamming into hers. After that, it's another dog each for your pussy, then another string of two for both of you in the ass. The final dog is a big grey beast closer to the size of a small horse, and you and your mother writhe against each other beneath him, fingering each other's pussies and moaning as you gaze up at the massive vein-riddled red dog cock above you while Amarie strokes him off with gloved hands. She aims his cock as it begins spurting cum and just doesn't seem to stop, splattering enough to almost completely cover your face and your mother's, with plenty left over for both of your tits.\n\nAs you lick dog cum off of your mother's face and tongue and she does the same to you, you moan,\n\n<hr>\n[["I love you, Mom."|GGDog]]\n\n[["We're animals now."|GGDog]]

You hesitate frettingly for a few moments longer, then let out a huff and shrug. "Yeah, well, guess I can't argue with that logic." Besides, your mom's been kind of stressed lately. Maybe learning the joys of dog cock will get her to lighten up, huh? As Amarie slips her arms underneath your mother's, you grab her knees and lift, backing up and following Amarie's directions as the two of you move down the hall.\n\nThe apparent Breeding Room isn't terribly nice, just a polished concrete floor and several cages, as well as a few doors leading off of it, a couple of metal cabinets and workbenches, and a few cages with access from the other side. "Let's get your mother situated there, dear," Amarie says, nodding to a sort of cement block with various leash-like chains coming off of it. "She should be out for a good bit longer, but better safe than sorry. Let's just carefully turn her over, there you go, and set her down so she's against the block."\n\nOnce your mother is in a semi-on-all-fours position, Amarie takes the heavy, sturdy black leather collar close to the center and fastens it securely around your mother's neck, adjusting the length of the chain it's fastened to. Cuffs are then fastened around her wrists, holding them close to the sides of the block, and then around her thighs just above her knees, the chain length adjusted so that she's basically kept on all fours. "Good, good," Amarie purrs once the two of you have finished, before pulling off her t-shirt and sports bra, those immense tits dropping free and shown off in their shockingly firm perfection to you for the first time. "Now, let's get properly attired for our fun. Ah, but can't forget." She unclips a radio from her pocket and brings it up. "Jess, put some studs through to the breeder room cages, if you would."\n\n"On it, boss-lady!" comes a woman's chirped reply.\n\nStill rather nervous, you nevertheless follow Amarie's example and strip down, setting your clothes on one of the benches with hers. She opens up one of the cabinets and draws out a black leather corset-type garment with a ribbed outside, which she fastens around her middle and does up with straps... since she's not drawing them too tightly, you suppose the likely intention is to keep her middle from getting scratched up by dog claws rather than alter her figure. She then takes out a pair of tall, gleaming black gloves that look more like rubber, starting to pull them on. You're distracted by the sound of some gates being raised and glance over, seeing various sizes of large dog start to pad into the cages, their cocks already unsheathing and jutting below their bellies, obviously knowing what goes on in this room. You almost jump and look back at Amarie at the feel of something going around your neck, then blush brightly as the woman fastens a thick black leather dog collar similar to the one your mother's wearing around your neck.\n\n"We'll get you a prettier one soon, darling, I think you've earned it," Amarie coos, brushing a hand over your hair affectionately as she finishes, then proffering a pair of scissors. "One more task before we can get underway."\n\nNodding, you accept the scissors and move back over to your mother. You take a few moments to cut her shirt off, then snip the back and straps of her bra, leaving her own full tits hanging down heavily. It takes a bit more time to clear off her pants and panties, and slip off her socks and shoes, but eventually you have her naked, her round ass and trimmed black-haired pussy bare and vulnerable in the little concrete room, most of the dogs already sighted in on it and panting eagerly.\n\n"Just wave this under her nose, and I'll get her first new friend," Amarie instructs, passing you a small bottle as she heads for one of the cages. Nodding, you lean down and uncork the bottle, gesturing with it a few times under your mother's nostrils.\n\n"Uh? Wha?" Your mother blinks a few times as she starts to wake up, obviously bleary and confused at first before she starts to focus in. She stares at the sight of you naked save for a collar, then jerks and twitches as she finds she's bound. "What?! What in the?!" She can't turn her head all that much due to the chain, but she tries to look around, eyes glinting furiously. "Cyan, what the fuck is going on?! Explain right now, or-!"\n\nJust what dire punishment your mother would have threatened for stripping her naked and chaining her to a concrete block is never answered, as in that moment Amarie nudges the Rottweiler mix to mount her, the dog almost instantly slamming its cock home into her pussy. Your mother's eyes and mouth both open wide, pure shock on her face at the feeling of a dog's dick suddenly inside of her, no sound coming out for the first few thrusts. Gradually she begins to gasp, and then to give little cries as the Rottweiler begins pounding into her, his forelegs squeezing tight around her middle as he fucks her cunt. "N-no, what, no, oh God this can't be happening!" she protests, even as some of the words are threaded by moans. Amari blatantly fingers her pussy with her rubber-gloved hands, licking her lips with an expression of utter delight on her face. Though still a bit nervous, eventually you can't help but bring a hand to your own sodden, dripping pussy, rubbing yourself almost idly while watching your mother get fucked by a dog.\n\nFor the first few minutes your mother continues to deny that this is even happening, alternately threatening and pleading with both you and Amarie to stop this and let her go. But as more and more moans suffuse the words she finally gives up talking, instead just breathing hard and letting out little reluctantly pleasured whimpers as the dog's furry hips slap against her round, motherly ass and make her tits shake beneath her from the impact. When the dog gives a sudden hard thrust forward, she cries out, her body trembling in obvious orgasm. She gives a low moan and a humiliated whimper as the panting beast scrabbles a bit and turns around, settling ass-to-ass with her like a proper bitch. She shivers again as Amarie steps over, running a gloved hand down her back and cooing, "Good girl, gooood <i>girrrrrl</i>," before starting to gentle massage the dog's balls and the base of his knot. "Cyan, why don't you bring over your mother's next stud?"\n\nNodding, you hurry over to one of the cages, reaching in to snag the obviously excited but still obedient German Shepherd's collar and leading him towards the block. Amarie has just extracted the Rottweilder's knot and led him away, leaving you looking at your mother's ass jutted up in the air and displaying her well-fucked pussy, dog cum dribbling out of it steadily and falling to the floor or down her thighs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have the next dog mount her.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Clean her up first.|GGDog11x3]]

"Well the thing is I met someone! I mean, I met the owner of that shelter I went to, and she was super great, and she had a way better idea!" you chirp enthusiastically.\n\n"The owner?" your mother asks slowly, her frown deepening a little.\n\n"Yeah, she's really great, and so pretty... I mean, pretty great, and pretty nice, you know?" you amend as you realize you may have said too much, though with that first fumble you have a tough time getting on track. "I mean she's really... she's just... and she was saying all of this stuff, and offering me a job, and..." You pull out the papers and hold them up, a little lamely now. "I mean, if you could just...?"\n\n"I think I need to meet this woman first, before I sign anything," your mother says slowly, your heart sinking as her eyes narrow. Uh-oh.\n\nAnd so the next day finds you walking back into the shelter with your mother behind her, her manner making it feel much more like being marched to the principal's office than returning to a prospective job sight. Amarie's behind the front desk, and casually stands as the two of you come in, your mother barely managing not to gawk as those huge tits sway around a little. "Hello, welcome to the Winterbury Shelter and Kennel. You must be Cyan's mother."\n\n"Yes," your mother says in a slightly choked tone, taking the proffered hand stiffly and giving it a perfunctory shake.\n\n"I suppose you must have wanted to meet the woman who offered your daughter a job. Please, follow me to my office, we can have this discussion there," Amarie says breezily, turning to lead the way, with you valiantly trying to suppress a wince as your mother shoots an accusatory glance at you. Apparently Amarie's sex-bomb MILF appearance has almost immediately convinced you're a lesbian and doing inappropriate things with an older woman.\n\nThe feeling of being in the principal's office only grows as Amarie settles down behind her desk and you and your mother take seats in front of it as opposed to yesterday's casual sprawling on the couch, you slumping down a bit in your chair. Amarie smiles at your mother. "So, where would you like to begin?"\n\n"Are you doing inappropriate things with my daughter?" your mother immediately snaps, making you give out a dismayed yelp of 'MOM!' that has her shooting a glare hot enough to wilt you in your chair again.\n\nAmarie gazes placidly at her for long moments, before a small smile curls the corners of her lips. "I suppose that depends on whether her licking my pussy while a dog fucks her is considered 'inappropriate'."\n\nYou feel your face go pale as your mother shrieks out "WHAT?!" and starts to come to her feet. There's a low puffing noise, and your mother's eyes widen, something small and metal sticking out of one side of her throat. She drops to the chair and then slumps back, eyes closing as you shriek out a much more dismayed 'MOM!' and leap to your feet.\n\n"What did you do?!"\n\n"Oh, relax, she's fine, it's a harmless tranquilizer dart, she won't even have much of a puncture hole to heal up," Amarie answers easily as she stands and circles around the desk, pressing two fingers to the side of your mother's neck as you fret. "I've planned for similar contingencies after all, dear, and I'm not at all bothered. We'll handle this and get everything sorted out."\n\n"H-how?" you ask, glancing from her to your sleeping parent. "I mean, when she wakes up, even if it like blanks her short-term memory or something, she'll still-"\n\n"Your mother simply doesn't understand the enjoyment of dog cock, dearheart," Amarie answers with a benign smile, reaching out a hand to rest on your head. "So we'll make sure that she does. I imagine you'll find her quite supportive after that. In fact depending on her own skills we might find a place for her here, hm?"\n\n"Uh, are you saying..." You do another quick glance between the two. "Are you saying that you want to have my mom raped by dogs?"\n\n"Worked for you, didn't it?" Amarie answers with an easygoing laugh. "I'm willing to bet like daughter, like mother! Now, why don't you help me pick her up and take her to the breeding room, and we'll get to work. I'm sure after a dog cock or twenty, she'll be more than eager to sign that paperwork."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGDog11x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGDog]]

"I think I should probably ease into things," you decide. "Do a little paperwork, let me get used to things."\n\n"Probably a good idea, Boss. Okay, this way to your office!" Bruno declares, hopping along towards one of the buildings. You follow him inside to find an office that looks like the Easter Borg assimilated it or something... absolutely everything is bright, pastel, and/or egg-shaped. It's a little much even for you, but Bruno bounds over to the egg-shaped desk and points up at it, and the half-egg-shaped computer atop it. "Here's your desk, papers, and your iEgg. You know how to use EggOS, right?"\n\n"... I'll figure it out," you say with a shake of the head as you move behind the desk. You're thinking one of your first edicts as Easter Bunny might be 'tone it down a little'.\n\n"Alright! Well, I've gotta get back to work, too, so I'll leave you to it," Bruno says before hopping back out.\n\nSettling in, you spend a few moments getting familiar with the computer and some of the papers on your desk. Really none of it seems too complicated... there's a bunch of stuff about current supply, production rate, and necessary supply to have by Easter that's not too hard to understand, that one management class you took in college is probably sufficient. You make a few notes on the computer where to assign some workers and where you can probably ease up a little, and spend the next hour or so checking other numbers before Bruno and another rabbit come bounding in hurriedly.\n\n"Boss! Boss! There's trouble!" Bruno calls.\n\n"What? What's the matter?" you ask with a blink, looking up and perking your ears up higher.\n\n"Some uncleaned candy eggs got mixed into the crates that are ready for shipment," the other rabbit says in a whimpery voice, ears flopping limply. "We don't know which crates and we don't know which eggs! We only just now found out that the cleaning machine was malfunctioning earlier today and let a bunch of eggs through that only got dried!"\n\n"That does sound like a problem," you admit with a frown. "What's the risk of the uncleaned eggs? Salmonella? Some other foodborne illness?"\n\n"Well in this case it's more like an intense aphrodisiac," Bruno explains, running a paw over one of his ears and letting it poik back up. "Side effect of the production process."\n\n"I-in children's candy?!"\n\n"Well, that's the thing, it won't affect anyone who hasn't gone through puberty. So at least there's no risk of that. But if an adult or someone past sixteen or so eats one, pow, they'll be fuckin' like..." His nose wiggles. "... dogs in heat."\n\n"Whatta we do, Boss?" the other bunny wails. "We have no idea which eggs they are, and searching them out would definitely put us behind! And if we had to trash the entire warehouse to be sure, we'd never, ever catch up! It'd be the worst Easter on record!"\n\n"I guess we could risk it," Bruno says slowly. "It can't be that many unwashed eggs, and parents don't steal nearly as much Easter candy as they do Halloween candy. I think. If only a couple of cases of rampant unfing happen, it probably won't be blamed on us and we can stay on schedule."\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the tainted eggs.|HEaster]]\n\n[[Trash the lot.|HEaster5x1]]\n\n[[Let it go and hope for the best.|HEaster4x2]]

"Maybe we'd better just let it slide," you decide after a few minutes. "Hopefully any adults that get affected will just have a good time with their significant other."\n\n"Gotcha, Boss," Bruno acknowledges, giving a tiny salute with his little bunny paw. "We'll keep an extra close eye on the washer to make sure this doesn't happen again. How bad could it be?"\n\nYou spend the rest of the time until Easter making similar decisions and managing your rabbits, making sure everything's in readiness for the big night. The night before all of you go bounding through the tunnels, popping out to hide eggs in yards, parks, gardens, and so on. It's all very exciting, and you find you're barely tired at all as you return to Easter Town with everyone and settle down in the viewing room with a handful of selected bunnies and Bruno to watch various significant Easter egg hunts around the world. "What's up first, Bruno?"\n\n"There's a Christian private high school that's staging a big charity Easter egg hunt early in the morning, parent-student pairs," Bruno announces as he taps a button, the (thankfully not egg-shaped) TV screen on the wall lighting up. "Every egg found is a big donation to fight homelessness!"\n\n"Aw, that's nice," you comment as you settle in, watching happy sets of fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, and of course the other two combinations meander around the school grounds, eyes scanning for any sign of brightly-colored eggs. You smile as the eggs start being found, the pairs cracking open the marked plastic eggs (you remember hiding a few of those yourself actually) and tucking them into the baskets while helping themselves to the duos of smaller chocolate eggs inside.\n\nYour smile falls and your eyes widen as the parents and teens begin to fairly rapidly pounce on each other. Mothers and daughters stuff their hands down each others' panties, kissing desperately as they frig each other, baskets dropped to spill their eggs on the ground. Some fathers tug their daughters' panties aside and pound into them from behind while the cute little uniformed girls beg for more, and other fathers fuck their sons' faces while the boys desperately jerk their own stiff pricks. Mothers ride their sons right their on the grassy fields, bouncing on those eager teenage pricks while their tits bounce beneath tugged-up Easter sweaters.\n\n"Uh," Bruno comments as the Easter egg hunt descends into a full-on orgy, parents trading their offspring with other parents, or moving on to other parents while the students turn their desires on each other. "I think we may have found the supply of unwashed eggs?"\n\n"You think?" you grumble, smacking a hand to your face.\n\nBy the very next day you're dragged in front of the Holiday Council, hanging your head as you're confronted by the various representatives of the holidays. You yelp a bit as a Christmas elf steps up and yanks your vest off, your fur and ears and other rabbitlike traits disappearing as if they'd never been, leaving you just a naked human woman who's unable to help attempting to futilely cover herself as she's glowered at by a row of seated beings of myth and legend.\n\n"<i>Former</i> Easter Bunny, this Council finds you guilty of gross negligence resulting in extreme damage to your holiday," Santa Claus declares.\n\n"It will be decades before the holiday of Easter recovers from this black eye, if it ever does," Mother Nature adds, the naked, caramel-skinned woman scowling, the vines in her hair rustling. "Easter egg hunts have been banned at record numbers, people are mocking the entire concept of the holiday on social media at a greater rate than ever, and retailers are already talking about avoiding the word 'Easter' entirely."\n\n"What do you have to say for yourself?" the Pumpkin King demands, his scowling jack-o-lantern of a face changing into an even more intimidating visage and the flame inside it burning a bit brighter.\n\n"I-I'm sorry," you sniffle. "I know it was my fault, and I was wrong, but it was my very first day, I had it all sprung on me, I'd only been the Easter Bunny for ten minutes, and, and..."\n\n"That is the only reason your punishment is not going to be more severe than it is," Santa Claus adds with a huff. "Though clearly you must be punished, we will at least allow you to choose which member of this council will administer your punishment."\n\n"H-how long will it last?" you ask, glancing around.\n\n"For the length of time you would have been Easter Bunny had you not made such an egregious error."\n\n"Magical estimates put you at between one and ten centuries, apparently you could have been pretty good," coos the redheaded woman in sultry crimson lingerie, apparently the representative of Valentine's Day. "So we decided to split the difference and call it 500 years."\n\n"Five... hundred..." you squeak.\n\n"Aye, and yer gettin' off light at that, lass!" declares a leprechaun sitting in another chair, thumping his little fist against the tabletop. "I lobbied fer 2000 just ta make sure!"\n\n"So choose," says the Pilgrim-attired turkey sitting between Santa and the Pumpkin King. "Which holiday will you serve your sentence under?"\n\n<hr>\n<b>Game over.</b> You only get to pick who administers your fate!\n\n[[Santa Claus.|HEaster4xEnd1]]\n\n[[Mother Nature.|HEaster4xEnd2]]\n\n[[Pumpkin King.|HEaster4xEnd3]]\n\n[[Thanksgiving Turkey.|HEaster4xEnd4]]\n\n[[Valentine.|HEaster4xEnd5]]\n\n[[The Leprechaun|HEaster4xEnd6]]

"Hm? What's this?"\n\nYou're almost relieved to see a face lean into your view... even if it is a male Drow. He picks you up easily with one hand by grabbing one of your arms, lifting you and shaking you around.\n\n"Ha. Some complete amateur rogue, to judge by the stuff you left scattered around. I'll pick all this up later. For now, I want to clean off the road dust," he announces, using his free hand to fish out a key and open the door. "But after that, I'll give my new toy a test run."\n\nHe carries you into his bedroom and tosses you negligently on the bed, leaving you to drift down and even bounce a little like the lewdly-shaped balloon you are. You're not sure what to feel... you're about to be used as a sex toy by the evil creature that did this to you, but at the same time you're pretty sure you were laying on that dungeon floor for months at least, and you're <i>ridiculously</i> bored. So it's actually with some excitement that you see him walk back in a short time later, bare black body glistening with a bit of dampness as he rubs at his hair with a towel. \n\n"Now then, first the facehole," he chirps, picking you up and setting your latex feet on the floor. He guides the green ring of your lips to the head of his rather impressive dark black cock, then slides your inflated head over him, making a pleased sound. You're shocked by how good it feels... better than touching your own pussy ever did, back when you were flesh and blood! It feels like he's really fucking you as he works you up and down along his length, your body making a few rubbery squeaking sounds. "Ribbed for my pleasure, hm? Not a bad hole. But let's see what the one between your legs is like."\n\nHe pulls you off of his cock and sets your helpless balloon body back on the bed, clambering up and propping himself above you. Idly giving one of your round latex tits a squeeze and sending another shock of pleasure through you, he grins before picking you up and flopping on his back, effortlessly lowering you onto his cock. You can hear his pleased sound at the bumps even as the feeling of his cock inside you sends an even more intense pleasure all through you. But as he starts working you up and down, using your cunt like the masturbation sleeve it is, you realize that the pleasure just keeps building, and building, but never actually coming to a climax. You're caught between the waves of sensation and a shudder of horror as you realize that with the sadistic nature of this spell, you'll probably <i>never</i> be able to cum!\n\nAs the Drow almost idly lifts you and turns you around for better access to your third hole, you give in to the realization that you're probably going to spend the next several centuries being one very frustrated blowup doll. 'Oh well,' you think philosophically as your mind is rocked by the feeling of twelve inches of Drow dick sliding into your latex ass. 'I'll probably go insane from the buildup long before then anyway.'\n\n<b>Gamer Girl Rogue</b> end - <i>Things blow up</i>

"I think..." You swallow a bit, feeling how red your face is. "I think it was the idea of being... treated like that. Used. Abused." You bite your lower lip, your body giving a light shudder of arousal as you add, "Broken."\n\n"Mm. Well... I can certainly break you, if you like." Kelly's eyes flash as if she'd like nothing better. She brings a fingertip up to twirl her nail around your nipple, making you shiver delightedly. "But that means there's one more question to ask you."\n\n"W-what's that?"\n\n"Obviously, if I break you, you can't very well return to a normal life at school, living with your parents. A slave is a slave, and is a slave for the rest of its life." This time it's your aunt's words that make you shudder in anticipation... <i>its</i> life. Not hers. "So the question is, do you wish to become my personal property? Or shall I prepare you to be sold like the animal you'll become?" Kelly quirks an eyebrow as she looks at you. "Keep in mind, while I'll allow you to select which of my clients you'll be prepared for, at that point there will be no turning back... some of them have very extreme tastes. And whichever of them you go to, you'll belong to them for the rest of your life. That may be a very long time... or a very <i>short</i> time."\n\n<hr>\n[[Become Aunt Kelly's pet.|KellySlaveStart]]\n\n[[Become Aunt Kelly's inventory.|SoldSlaveStart]]

You decide to go take a look in Aunt Kelly's room. Just a little peek. Maybe open a few drawers or take a look in the closet...\n\nTrotting upstairs, it's pretty easy to find the master bedroom. It's decorated in rich, dark colors, with a four-poster king-sized bed topped by a thick, soft comforter and a number of (normal-sized) pillows up at the top. Hm, Aunt Kelly's single... either she likes to stretch out a lot or she does more than sleep on the bed, you think with an impish teenage grin. The bed's across from a big, classy TV cabinet with a TV you'd guess at around forty inches or so, the whole thing set up to use a smartphone-like controller and only have one slot you need to put disks into. There are also other accoutrements, of course, bits of furniture, some art pieces, all of it very tasteful and pretty, like you'd expect. You do some preliminary poking around, and find some other things that might bear further investigation.\n\n<b>[[Videos|Camping11x2]]</b>: There's a cabinet full of DVDs, blu-rays, and even VHS tapes. (There's probably a VCR in the cabinet under the TV, but why bother with that?) They seem to be home recorded, all labeled simply with a date and a pair of initials rather than titles. Very mysterious and intriguing... on the other hand, they could just be recordings of art auctions she went to or people she did negotiations with.\n\n<b>[[Footlocker|Camping]]</b>: There's a stylish black leather and brass footlocker at the foot of the bed. It's locked, but it's one of those big, mostly decorative locks. You're no master thief, but a bit of jimmying would pop it right open.\n\n<b>[[Closet|SamClStart]]</b>: You only took a peek in, but your aunt's walk-in closet looks bigger than your bedroom back at home. You're no clothes horse, in fact you border on being a tomboy, but the sheer amount of beautiful clothing in there makes every feminine impulse in your body twitch eagerly.\n\n<b>[[Shower|Camping]]</b>: So the closet's big, but it's not like glass-cases-and-automatic-racks elaborate, and the house may be a mansion but it's a small mansion, so nothing you've seen so far could be called, say, "palatial". Except your aunt's bathroom. The shower is particularly elborate, big and open with multiple heads and some... attachments... that look very <i>interesting</i>. You did have a flight and a cab ride, maybe getting cleaned up is a good idea...

You're just too curious about the mysteries upon mysteries that you're discovering about your aunt. You look at one of the golden-topped disks with its neat lettering in your aunt's handwriting, with the initials 'A.L.' and a date of several years ago. Art auction? Homemade porn with a boyfriend you haven't heard about? Terrible local theater? 'Well, won't know until I watch it,' you think as you pop open the case, trotting over to the TV. You slip the disk into the slot and snag the remote, moving back to sit on that footlocker at the edge of the bed as the TV automatically turns on and the movie starts playing.\n\nYour eyes widen as the image resolves into a girl who can't be any older than you are, dark-skinned but with dyed-blonde straight hair and slightly bigger breasts. She's trussed up on some sort of chair that keeps her legs lifted and spread, curling lightly under her knees with straps at various points to hold her still, the seat and angle apparently designed to keep her bald, bare pussy and ass both shown off and accessible. Her arms are bound behind her back and straps holding her to the chair go across the top and bottoms of her breasts, squeezing them a bit, and showing off the clamps attached to her stiff nipples. She has a ballgag stuffed in her mouth, drool running down the sides of her chin.\n\nAs you stare in shock, your aunt steps onto the screen. She's wearing some sort of dominatrix getup, black leather snug around her middle and cupping the undersides of her otherwise bare breasts to lift them proudly, the bottom of it thin across her crotch and molded to conform to the curves of her ass in back. She's even wearing shiny black gloves that cover her arms almost up to the shoulder. The sound of her leg-sheathing, stiletto-heeled boots clacking on the concrete floor emerges from the speakers, as do the girl's cries and moans as Aunt Kelly leans in and starts working over her bare pussy with black-clad fingers.\n\n"<i>Now I don't want to hear any more of this 'Anissa Levins' stuff,</i>" your aunt says in a chiding tone, giving the girl's clit a tweak and making her groan through the rubber ball in her mouth. "<i>Your new owner isn't paying for Anissa Levins, he's paying for a nameless fucktoy. Now...</i>" She reaches up and yanks the ballgag off. "<i>What is your name?</i>"\n\n"<i>Anissa Le-</i>"\n\nYour aunt's hand comes down in a hard slap on the girl's pussy, making her shriek, you can't tell whether in pain or pleasure. "<i>What is your name?</i>"\n\n"<i>Whore!</i>" the girl gasps out, apparently giving in, and from the look on her face not for the first time, but maybe the last. "<i>My name is Whore! My name is Cunt! My name is Stupid Bitch!</i>"\n\nOh god, this is so...\n\n<hr>\n[[... wrong.|Camping16x1]]\n\n[[... hot.|Camping11x3]]

You could use a little Christmas cheer, considering your situation. You set off down the path, the stones eventually taking on patterns of Christmas trees and candy canes and reindeer. Eventually there's even snow on the ground around the paths... you're curious as to whether it's actually shaved ice or just some sort of decorative powder, but you're not quite willing to risk invoking some park attendant's ire by attempting to scoop up a handful.\n\nChristmasland itself, once you get there, is like one giant cliche. Giant candy canes sticking out of the ground at angles, storefronts mocked up like gingerbread houses, big Christmas tree in the center roundabout. But it's a joyous cliche, and you can't help but feel buoyed and cheerful at the sound of the jingle bell clinking music being broadcast. They even have a light snowfall drifting down over the place... their snow machine must be really subtle and really top-notch.\n\nYou wander around for a bit, taking in the sights. The park workers here seem to be mostly girls... slender, attractive girls with pointy elf ears on, to go with their green felt hats, short-skirt tunics, and candy cane thigh-high stockings (with pointy-toed green shoes on their feet, of course). They have glitter on their cheeks and smiles on their faces... man, you wonder how they manage to smile while they're wearing those goofy outfits and dealing with crying kids and rude tourists and stuff? You spot a few other of 'Santa's elves' here and there, but these seem to be somewhat more the traditional type... male, stocky, short (none of them are even any taller than you are), and not very pretty, but still with glitter on their cheeks. Maybe they're just there because it's traditional? Though whenever you see one he seems to be moving with a lot of purpose, often pushing a cart around or cleaning out a trash can or something.\n\nBut anyway, enough of eyeing the residents. Time to actually have some fun! Let's see, according to what you've seen, as well as a handy map, there are some stores that look like fun... as far as getting a bite to eat goes, there's '[[Christmas Cafe|XmasCafeStart]]', and also a store called '[[Tandy's Holiday Candy|XmasTandyStart]]'. There's a place where you can [[go see Santa|XmasSantaStart]]... you're rather old for it, but hell, when in Christmasland. There's some sort of ride called '[[Christmas Night|XmasRideStart]]', and the promos for it have signs with Santa drawings with mirrors in the faces... you get to ride Santa's sleigh or something on a rollercoaster? (Enh, it's probably a boring kiddy ride.) Looking around, you also notice a nearby booth that says '[[Job Fair|XmasJobStart]]'... normally you wouldn't think twice about that, but you notice a tacked-on sign on the booth that reads 'Room and board included', which reminds you that you don't exactly have anywhere to go after leaving the park tonight.

For right now, it's all a bit too weird for you, you'll address this another day. Dropping the bag of candy into the drawer of your bedside table, you shove it closed and then flop into bed. After a few moments, you slide a hand down the front of your pants... after all, it's not like masturbating as normal is exactly boring, right? Right!\n\nAnd so for the next few days you do your best to not think too much about the bag of weird dick-candy you've tucked away. And, as these things go, eventually you do start thinking of it less and less, once you get over the vague temptation during the first few days. It's just some weird thing that happened and a weird thing you have that you've decided not to mess with for now, and that's that.\n\nOf course you probably shouldn't have expected that to be that because when of course it couldn't be. One day you return from a brief visit to a friend's house to find your mother's car already in the drive. You head on inside and up to your room, pausing in a bit of surprise to find that's where she is, standing beside the bed with her back to you. "Uh, hey Mom, looking for something?"\n\n"Um... yes, well," she answers without turning, her voice sounding rather strained. "To... to be honest, I was doing a brief check of your drawers and things, just to see if you had anything... well."\n\n"MOM!" you blurt, with all the appropriate indignation of a teenager getting room-checked, whether they have something to hide or not.\n\n"I-I know, I know, I promise I wasn't going to read any diaries I found or throw anything minor in your face, but... but I found those pill-looking things in your bedside table, a huge bag of them." While you can feel some blood draining out of your face for more than one reason, she continues. "Obviously at first I was shocked, but then I realized they seemed to be just candy, so I... I tried a few, just to check but also because they looked good, and..."\n\n"... Uh-oh," you murmur, biting your lower lip.\n\nYour mother turns around, revealing that the front of her skirt has been pulled up, and her pantyhose and panties pulled down in front... enough to release a very large cock, jutting out from above the bunched-up material. It's quite a bit bigger than the one you grew, but it sounds like she took more than one at once. Even as you stare at it, it gives a visible throb, a bead of clear pre welling up at the tip of it and then sliding down the underside. Yanking your gaze up, you see that her face is flushed, lips parted, eyes a little glazed.\n\n"S-so right now I'm really less concerned with an explanation and more concerned with... with how hard it is to hold back," she says, the strain in her voice growing. You can almost feel as much as see her eyes raking up and down your body, and watch as her fists clench at her sides. "The... the sheer lust I feel is almost overwhelming..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to help her calm down.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Run!|GGCandy]]

You stay in your room most of the rest of the day, not willing to push whatever helpful mind magic the incubus has obviously been using on your behalf. You wile away time on the computer, read, or jerk off while thinking of being fucked by the demon or by your father, until dinner. You clean off and head down, but everyone's quiet, your parents engaging in the usual idle chit-chat, your father acting as if he didn't spend a good part of the morning pounding your cute little ass. You'd almost think he really didn't remember, until at one point you notice him glance at you with obvious heat and desire in his eyes. Yes, he remembers, you realize as you blush.\n\nEventually it's an acceptable time for bed. You wait until your parents' light goes dark, then change into your lingerie. But surprising you this time, almost the moment you've finished pulling up the second stocking, when you look up the incubus is there, leering at you.\n\n"Well well, you really did it," he says in a smug tone, walking over and cupping your chin. "You are quite the promising little slut, girl. Alright, a promise is a promise, especially among my kind. Ask for something, and if it's within my power, I'll give it."\n\n<hr>\n[[You want your parents to be perverts too.|QOInc4x1]]\n\n[[You want to be like him.|QOInc]]\n\n[[You want to be with him forever.|QOInc]]\n\n[[You want to be a girl.|QOInc1x10]]\n\n[[You want a kiss.|QOInc2x1]]

Deciding that you'd really rather not look like a skinny blue ape, you select the female troll. The model assumes focus on the screen, wearing what's best described as a leather bikini. She's leanly-muscled, lanky, with slightly large hands and big feet, relatively petite tusks jutting up from the corners of her mouth, and solid, glossy purple eyes. Her wild mane of spiky red hair juts up from her head and falls down her back like the crest of a razorback pig, with two long braids falling over her shoulders down to her chest.\n\n<center>Choose your character's class.</center>\n\n[[Witch|GGTWitch1x1]]\n\n[[Skinchanger|GGTSkin1x1]]\n\n[[Savage|GGTSav1x1]]

"A-alright, I'll... I'll serve you. My goddess," you add with a lustful shiver.\n\n"Good!" Amana chirps, snapping her fingers. The fiery bands around you flare briefly, incinerating your gear and clothing, your breasts tumbling free amidst the little flecks of cinders and ash that used to be covering you. You give a surprised yelp at a sudden pinching sensation in your nose, feeling something brushing against your upper lip. "Perhaps a bit more like a cow than a horse, but it's just a little symbol of devotion," the demi-god succubus says with a snicker as you reach up to touch the new nose ring marking you. "Now, the first thing you're going to do is prove your loyalty."\n\n"How?" You find your gaze wandering over to the hulking monster that was once Thurkar, and the pair of apparently eternally hard cocks jutting from his stretched scaly sheath, both of them dribbling a constant stream of almost steaming pre onto the floor. \n\n"Pft, that wouldn't be much of a proof of loyalty, would it? That's just you enjoying yourself. Never fear, you'll have a taste of the Beast eventually," Amana says with a laugh. "No, dear, go pick up Bane and strip him naked."\n\nYou swallow, then nod. "Yes, my goddess," you add, before turning and making your way over to Bane, your now bare tits jiggling with every hooffall.\n\n"Cyan, you traitor!" Bane snarls as you pick him up, your hands still somewhat hesitant as you tug his boots off, then work down his pants. The clothing passes through the restraining fire bands like it wasn't there, Bane's impressive (for a halfling, you guess, which means it's probably on the larger end of really average for a human) cock flopping free as you work his pants off. You continue to manipulate the enraged halfling like a large doll as you pull off his jacket and gear as well, dropping everything to the floor, until you're holding him by the arms, naked save for his restraints.\n\n"Good. Now bring him over here, so I can dole out his fate," Amana says smugly.\n\nYour hooves are a bit slow as you start making your way towards the new goddess, trying not to look at Shae watching in wide-eyed horror. "Er, just what is his fate?" you can't help but ask.\n\n"Oh, he's always been a bit of a cock," Amana answers breezily. "So why not make it literal? He'll spend the rest of eternity as a demonic prick... his consciousness trapped in a state of being unable to speak or move of his own volition. Experiencing every shudder of pleasure and burst of orgasm, but also every aching throb and yearning, never able to be truly satisfied. Hm, I wonder whether I'll allow his consciousness to be wiped out by the sensations over time, or magically keep it intact so he can continue to experience it over the tens of thousands of years?" she muses aloud, rubbing her chin. "Oh well, a question for another century. Bring him here."\n\n<hr>\n[[Bring him there.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[You can't do it.|GGCentaur]]

"I don't want this to take forever, let's take the quicker forest path," you decide.\n\n"I'd tend to agree, we can easily deal with a few bandits," Amana says with a firm nod. "The sooner we get to the tower, the sooner we can get out of these clothes and start mating whenever our desires move us."\n\nShae nods eagerly at that, and the three of you set off towards the deeper forest, the hooves of yourselves and your mates thumping along the packed earth. The sunlight filtering through the canopy gradually grows dimmer, until the light is about like that of late evening... and perfectly fine for you to see in, since you have better than human vision, as does Amana and Shae. So none of you are particularly surprised when a pair of figures go scuttling across some branches and drop down a bit in front of you, one with a drawn shortbow and the other wielding a long knife.\n\n"Alright, hold it right there!" the one with the knife snaps. She's dark-skinned, her black hair done in several braids as well as a loose part, curling tattoos marking the visible skin at her neck and side. She has deep blue eyes though, narrowed in a practiced intimidating look but glittering with fear. \n\n"I'll put this through your throat if you make a move, centaur!" the other one calls, not making it entirely clear which one of you she means. She's fairer-skinned, with long, wavy blonde hair and green eyes. Both are wearing fairly battered leather armor that covers their arms and chests but leaves their midriffs bare, and with matching leather pants and boots. The dark-skinned one seems more toned and with perky C-cups, the blonde with a somewhat curvier figure and soft-looking DD-cups. \n\nAmana glances over at you with a 'How droll' expression, before looking at the two bandits. "So your idea was to assault not just a party of adventurers, but demi-human adventurers, all clearly heavily armed and experienced?"\n\nThe pair of bandits trade a worried glance, before the blonde snaps back. "Yeah but you're weighed down with enough treasure to last us the rest of our lives! Hand it over and no one has to get hurt!" she adds, though there's a bit of trembling in her voice as she says it that betrays that she's hoping she won't be the one who gets hurt.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kill them.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Capture them.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Toss them some treasure.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Toss them some specific treasure.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Offer to let them earn some treasure.|GGCentaur6x5]]

<img src="images/Cybil.jpg">\n\nDean stares at the tablet like you knew he would, the tips of his ears turning pink. Huhuhu, though you already had the character mostly done, you deliberately added various factors to precisely tweak her to press Dean's buttons. For one thing, the gyaru color scheme of dark skin and blonde hair, since you know he's been voraciously devouring every gyaru-related scanlation manga he can find lately. For another, although you'd originally been drawing her naked, you added the sling bikini style outfit precisely because you know those get him going. The lewd pose of her crouching with her legs spread and showing off her large breasts, and the wings and tail and horns to play on his monster girl kink, are all just bonuses.\n\n"U-um... oh, okay, I mean... I didn't think... I didn't think you'd play a succubus," he murmurs, quickly ducking forward and focusing on his laptop screen, squirming a little as he types. "Um... um, I'm not sure if... you know, when you visit human settlements and things..."\n\n"Oh, don't worry, succubi can take an alternate form, remember? She can just become a human," you answer cheerfully, already prepared for that eventuality. "I mean, she probably won't change the way she dresses, but people are used to sorceresses going around mostly naked, right?"\n\n"I... I guess," Dean allows, squirming again and shooting you a quick nervous look... and actually blushing a bit more. Hm! Might he have just pictured you mostly (or all) naked? My my, you never thought he had the guts before! But after a moment he clears his throat and says, "Uh, well, so like, yeah, I said any race you wanted, so that's probably, you know. Fine. Um, so let's get started. Are you ready?"\n\n"Mhm," you answer, extending the tablet's back prop and setting it on the table so that the screen's pointed in his general direction, leaving the art on display (and its subject constantly displaying herself to Dean).\n\nObviously trying not to glance at the art every few seconds and succeeding about half the time, Dean clears his throat again before he says, "Alright, so! You're out wandering the countryside in search of adventure..." He pauses briefly and glances at you, as if worried you might protest him declaring your intentions on principle, but at your serene nod he continues. "So you're out wandering the countryside in search of adventure, and you come across a farmstead that's just... completely trashed. The fields are messed up, the house has smashed walls, you can see a dead horse laying in the field," he continues, obviously starting to relax a bit more as he focuses on telling the gruesome tale of your discovery.\n\nYou go through the process of investigating the house a bit and not finding anything other than wanton destruction, before declaring that you continue on. Dean describes your short journey to a village (pausing and looking at you expectantly until you say you've disguised yourself as human before arrival), where you're greeted by a small crowd and 'what's obviously the village elder'. "Recognizing you as an adventurer, the village elder implores you to help them. It seems a tribe of trolls has recently arrived in the area and begun terrorizing the farmsteads beyond the village proper. Without warning they arrive and rampage around the grounds, tearing up the crops, killing livestock, destroying buildings, and carrying off any unfortunate farmer and their family that isn't killed in the violence. They don't know if any of the taken people are still alive, but they hope that if any are, you'll be able to bring them back. The elder says that they're a poor village but that if you help them they'll give you whatever they can as a reward. What do you do?"\n\n<hr>\n[["I agree to help them."|CyanDDD]]\n\n[["I agree to help them." (Sexily.)|CyanDDD]]\n\n[["I suck off the elder."|CyanDDD]]

It's just some idle muttering to herself, you're sure Amana knows what she's doing and can control herself. After all, it's just a bunch of swirling, apparently god-level power that's apparently tinted just right to be claimed by a mortal, being examined by someone with a racial inclination towards evil and grabbing power, what could go wrong?\n\nWait. Shit.\n\nBy the time you've realized your mistake, Amana's eyes have lit up with a not-entirely-sane glee and she's stretched her hands out, both suddenly becoming wreathed in bright, flickering rainbow colors, more of them stretching from the air around the statue and flowing to the coronas around her hands. "Yeeeees!" she howls as her body rapidly shifts beneath her robes, breasts the most obvious as they grow and swell. All of her skin lights up as she lowers her hands, tearing the robes to tatters with a single yank, baring her entire body, her red ass also growing and rounding, becoming more shapely as her legs lengthen, taking on heavily stylized feminine curves. She turns towards you all with a sway of her head-sized-and-still-growing tits, eyes blazing and crackling with hellfire as her horns grow longer and turn a deep, glistening black color like obsidian. Her tongue lolls from between her smirking lips, stretching and lengthening, thinning out some and splitting at the end like a snake's as she flicks it about before drawing it back to her mouth. In the space of two heartbeats, she's become a seven foot tall hypersexualized succubus, a spade-tipped tail flicking behind her as her tits finally finish growing, the huge, heavy orbs hanging halfway to her waist. \n\nThe entire party is shocked, but Bane and Thurkar at least are starting to spring into motion when Amana's hands come back up. There's the barest flick of her fingers, and blazing rings of fire snap into place around everyone's middle and ankles, binding their arms to their sides and holding their legs in place. Several fearful shrieks are let out (including from you) before people realize that the fire isn't actually burning, just holding you in place as if it were metal bands. You see Thurkar straining at his, snarling and lashing about, the fire actually starting to... stretch, for a better word.\n\n"Oh, that pesky draconic spell resistance," Amana says with a dramatic sigh, her voice strange, as if it were echoing just slightly with every word. "I suppose you'll break free in a moment. Luckily, you've got the willpower of a wet parchment, and I can simply go in that way." Smirking (and showing off newly sharpened teeth in the process), she gives her fingers another flicker in Thurkar's direction.\n\n"You'll never break meRRRRRAARRRR!" Thurkar howls as his own eyes blaze red. The fire bands instantly flicker out as his already formidably muscles start to bulge and swell, his body twitching and lurching as he changes. He continues to grow taller and larger, his scales taking on a deep, otherworldly gleam as the muscles they're stretched over continue to grow and shift. His loincloth tents as his obviously rather impressive cock grows erect... and grows as well, already starting to extend out from under the loincloth before the waistband of it snaps and drops to the floor. His cock is mostly human-shaped, emerging from a vestigial scaly sheath above his leathery ballsack... but as you watch it grow, it changes in shape as well, the head tapering to a point and lines of ridges growing along the top and bottom of it as his balls bulge obviously inside their sack. Just as his prick is taking on a slick, shiny red color, another pair of bulges appears in his heavy sack and a second, identical cock pushes out below the first one. Thurkar flexes his massive hands as his feet push up higher, talons digging into the stone of the floor as his back bulges in two places. His face takes on even more inhuman, more obviously draconic features as more horns sprout from his head, and he gives a long, utterly bestial roar as a pair of wings burst from his back and give several powerful flaps.\n\n"There. One demi-humanoid dragon servant, made to order," Amana coos as she eyes her handiwork, Thurkar slumping forward, shoulders and back at an angle that speaks of no pride or thought inside. It's hard to tell with them glowing red, but even then his eyes seem somehow empty and devoid of all thought or feeling. "He's quite lovely, isn't he?"\n\n"Amana, what are you doing?! Snap out of it!" Bane calls.\n\n"Amana <i>please</i>!" Shae adds, tears streaking down her cheeks.\n\n"Psh." Amana gives a dismissive wave of one hand, even that slight motion setting her massive red tits to jiggling. "With the magic I've already taken I'm practically a demigod. Once I finish absorbing the rest of it and turn this treasure towards buying up the necessary magic items, materials, and servants, I really will be one... the goddess of corruption and sex, perhaps," she adds thoughtfully, smiling and putting a fingertip to her lips.\n\n"That's what you're going to betray everyone for? To be an evil goddess of perversion?" you demand, scowling.\n\n"It was so very tiring resisting my succubus heritage all the time, you've no idea," Amana answers with another dramatic sigh that wobbles her boobs, placing the back of her hand to her forehead and tilting her head to emphasize her torment. "I wanted to be taking Bane and Thurkar's cocks every hour of every day, fisting Shae until her eyes rolled up in her head and she begged mommy for more, and you, oh the thoughts that went through my head when I first saw those big bouncing tits and that utterly bare horse pussy and fat black asshole. But I had to play prim and proper Amana, rather than indulge a few simple whims like shoving my tongue in a centaur's asshole and armfucking her cunt. And now, in my new role as goddess, I will seek to make a world where no one ever resists their urges ever again."\n\nShe pauses, then drops her hand and smirks broadly at you. "Speaking of urges, my my... I see what you've been doing lately in your mind now, mmm, it's making my pussy even wetter." She tucks her hand between her legs, her cunt already drooling down her thighs, an audible squishing occurring as she brazenly shoves two fingers into herself. "Poor dear, you know the pain of supressing your perverted desires too. Well you don't have to, Cyan... swear yourself to me, become my very first worshiper. My high priestess. Within a mere few years, you could become a demi-goddess yourself, part of my pantheon. Imagine the big, fat cocks you could get fucked with then... or make to suit yourself, hm?"\n\nYou swallow hard, both in shock at Amana seeing inside your mind and offering such a proposal... and in arousal at the rush of desire and eagerness that passes through you at it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGCentaur7x3]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGCentaur]]

"Yeah, okay," you say with a sigh. "You're right. Sorry again."\n\nShe gives you a pat on the side of the shoulder. "Wanna watch something, or are you movied out?"\n\n"I think I'm everythinged out. I'm gonna grab something to eat and then head to bed, okay?"\n\n"Okay. Sweet dreams."\n\nYou raid the kitchen, going through most of a gallon of milk (and wishing it were a different thin white substance, though obviously that didn't keep you hydrated despite the amount of it you guzzled) and two containers of deli meat. After that you retreat to your room, sending Leslie a text explaining that you need her to alibi you and how. Once you receive the text confirming it, you set the phone aside and flop into bed. Your hands wander over your belly, pulling the tanktop up and exploring the little stings of the scratches, your thoughts of the strong forelegs wrapped around you that put them there.\n\nOf course, your dreams that night are filled with panting, lolling tongues, glistening dicks and howls of release. You wake up more than once to find your fingers between your legs, which are shuddering with release. Eventually you give up, dumping the sodden pajama pants to the floor and just laying with your face in the pillow and ass in the air, fingering your pussy and moaning muffledly, occasionally reaching up with your other hand to tease at your twitching asshole. You drift in and out of sleep like that all night, hoping you don't howl out in your sleep as you're eagerly raped by hundreds of mental canine lovers.\n\nYou manage to remember to cover yourself before morning comes, lest your mother check on you. You don't know if she does, but you awake to the sound of her car door closing and the car pulling out of the driveway. You toss the covers off of yourself and roll over on your back, almost idly tucking your hand back between your legs and rubbing your sodden pussy. A quick glance towards your computer shows that the light indicating an active network connection is off... your mother generally trusts you, but apparently she felt that expecting you to adhere to your punishment with a working cable modem in the house was a little too much. She's probably got Ms. Kaufmann across the street and Ms. Hernandez next door spying on you, too, in case you try to leave the house.\n\nYou moan softly as you get yourself off... though it's only a pale shadow of the orgasms from yesterday. You let out a little sigh, bringing your dripping fingers up close to your face to look glumly at them. You're obviously going to have to solve this somehow. You've gone without dog cock for almost ten hours at this point and it already feels like an eternity. Sure, the cravings might subside a little over time, but when? You'll have to come up with a solution to satisfy or overcome these cravings or you'll go crazy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get a dog.|GGDog1x7]]\n\n[[Seek an artificial substitute.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Find someone you know with a dog.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Agh, this is too frustrating! You need it now! Sneak out!|GGDogPlaceholder]]

"... I wanna say," you start slowly, stepping out a bit from behind Hassat so that the others can see you better. "That you should never judge someone on their race. But I guess this world just isn't like that. Yeah, most Drow really are evil... most are murderers and slavers and conquerers, and I guess you have to regard them that way if you want to live through the day. It's the way the world is and the world kind of sucks."\n\nYou look from Hassat to the others. "Maybe most humans are selfish and don't stay true over the generations. Maybe most dwarves are greedy and would abandon their friends for a pile of gold or a good fight. Maybe wizards are too caught up in learning to care about other people, and maybe clerics don't care about anyone who doesn't follow the right gods." You slowly look each of them over, watching shock, anger, even a bit of shame pass across their faces. "And maybe people have to treat each of those like a given sometimes too."\n\nYou shake your head. "But sometimes you meet <i>a</i> human, <i>a</i> dwarf, or whoever, and you take them just as they are... a person. You do it because you're desperate, or you're open-minded, or because just then and there, <i>they're not a threat to you</i>. You give them a fair shake and sometimes it turns out and sometimes it doesn't, I guess. But you try anyway. And in a little way the world sucks a little bit less, because for awhile you weren't just a human, just a dwarf, just a wizard, just a cleric, or just a drow... you weren't your skin, or your armor, or your weapons, or your gods, you were a person standing in front of another person and being fair."\n\nYou look at Hassat for a moment, finding that he's staring at you just like the others are staring at you. You shrug and turn back to the others. "I say we take him to a town or a city and find out if he's actually even done anything. If it seems like he might have, we make sure he gets a fair trial. Yeah, I guess it's a risk. And maybe it's out of our way. But risks are what we do, and when you're old and in bed thinking about this day, what do you want to think... 'I killed a Drow', or 'I gave a man fair treatment'?"\n\nThere's silence in the cavern for a moment, before Ulf slowly nods his head. "Aye, lass. Aye, I suppose you've the right of it. Drow or not, he's a prisoner bound and helpless, and end of th' day, honor says he be treated square." He walks over and taps Hassat on the chest with the flat of his axe. "Yer alive because of the well-spoken missy, so y'just be considerin' that before y'think of slipping those chains and cutting any throats, now."\n\n"I'll bear it in mind," Hassat answers flatly, though not as bitterly as you might have expected.\n\n"C'mon, let's get the hell out of this cave," you suggest.\n\nLater that night you bring a tin plate of food over, sitting down beside the Drow and setting it in his lap. His hands have been rechained in front of him (after several promises and a minor geas laid on him by Zadaan), allowing him to pick up the piece of bread from the plate and tear a hunk out of it. He chews quietly for a bit, before swallowing and looking at you. "Did you really mean all of that? About treating others fairly? Or were you just fast-talking to keep me alive?"\n\n"I'm... kinda not a local," you answer with a grin, drawing your knees up and resting your forearms on them, gesturing with one hand as you speak. "I guess the idea of different races from different cultures just taking each other as they come is pretty naive here, huh?" You look down at your hands. "Some people where I'm from think it's pretty naive too. And looking at it now, maybe they're right. Just a little bit. Sometimes there are so many of a certain kind of person that want to hurt you, maybe you do have to be cautious of them all. Maybe that's the way you stay safe, maybe that's how you keep your family safe. It sucks and it's not fair, but at the end of the day..."\n\nYou shrug a little and look up at him again. "But at the end of the same day, you're not a rampaging army of Drow, Hassat. You're not even an attack force. You're one guy that I managed to get the drop on. There's some evidence you've done some shady shit... but I'd rather know you'd done it for sure before I see anything happen to you. 'Cause it's just you, so I can take the chance." You grin a little again, ducking your head to look him in the eye. "I'm right to take the chance, huh?"\n\nHe hesitates, then nods once. You pat his leg a bit. "Alright. Then it'll be alright. Hey, if you haven't done anything too bad, maybe we can talk 'em down to community service or something."\n\n"That seems unlikely." Still, he smiles just a little bit.\n\nIt's two days later when the gates of the city open and the lot of you walk in, leading your horses. People soon spot the manacled Drow prisoner amongst you, and gradually a crowd forms, sounding angrier as you go along. You draw in a bit closer in case anyone tries to rush him, and are gratified when the others do the same, forming a ring around him. You're not sure whether it blocks him from most peoples' sight or sends a 'back off' message, but either way the crowd thins a bit, allowing the lot of you to make your way to the guard office without incident.\n\n"We found this Drow, Hassat, in a nearby cave," you say as you walk up to the desk, leading Hassat by the arm. "We found some runes that indicate he might have been practicing dark magic, so we wanted to see if there were any reports of stuff like that nearby."\n\n"Drow doin' dark magic, eh?" The mustachioed guardsman eyes Hassat balefully. "Do think I've heard something like that, aye. Over Amperton way, maybe. Raisin' th' dead an' turnin' 'em on the livin', that sort of thing." He stands up and grabs the Drow's arm. "I'll see this filth to a cell, while we investigate."\n\n"Hey, hey, easy, he's cooperating!" you call as the guardsman yanks Hassat almost off his feet as he heads through a door behind the front desk.\n\n"Easy now, lass," Ulf murmurs, setting an armored hand on your arm. "We've turned 'im over to th' proper authorities, our part be done. We should take th' chance t' relax, enjoy ourselves, and then reequip. Might be we'll have more luck a second time venturin' in, stick together and whatnot."\n\n<hr>\n[["Maybe you're right."|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[["I made him a promise."|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

Grinning, you quietly step over to where Shae's dapple and Amana's black stallion are tied, carefully undoing the knots and briefly putting a finger across your lips for good measure. You doubt they get it, but then again their hooffalls do seem a little softer as you lead them over. Both are well-trained by now, and you noticed them snorting and with their noses flaring throughout the day anyway, obviously enticed by the scent of even more horsepussy... by the time you lead them close to their owners, their cocks are already jutting beneath their bellies, heads flared and tips dribbling pre. You gently nudge each into position, then give them a pat on the rump to send them leaping forward.\n\nAmana and Shae both give yelps of surprise at the sudden weight on their back. "Wait, what's-!? Aaaa!" Amana yelps as her midnight-colored steed slams his cock home into her brand new horsepussy, hilting on the very first thrust and then pulling back slowly before slamming again, making her cry out as she's stuffed full of cock once more.\n\n"H-he's fucking me!" Shae gasps out as her dapple pounds into her with short, frantic thrusts, his pink and grey dick pumping hard into her green-black cunt, forelimbs hugging tightly around her own barrel. "My own horse is fucking meeee," she whimpers, in a tone of voice that already says she's starting to enjoy that more than she thinks she should.\n\n"Sssshhh, keep your voices down," you whisper in amusement as you finish untying the chestnut, leading him over between the two before turning him loose. "You don't want the others to see you, do you?"\n\n"Cy... Cyan," Amana manages, gulping to steady her voice, fingers curling against the treetrunk as her stallion tries to drive her against it, her enlarged tits bouncing and wobbling beneath her tattered and pressed-up robes, her breath coming out in sharp pants. "What's... what are you... oh <i>gods</i>," she mewls as the stallion gives a particularly hard slam forward, his big black balls slapping forward against her.\n\n"Our horses are fucking us, our horses are fucking us," Shae just gasps out in a barely-audible whisper over and over again. While she'd earlier managed to relace her top to fit over her own bigger boobs, the constant shaking of her dapple beastfucking her has bounced them free, the large green orbs jiggling like true bowls of jelly in front of her.\n\n"Hey, you ride them all the time, don't you think it's about time you returned the favor and let them ride you?" you suggest smugly, before moaning happily as the chestnut mounts you, your own horsepussy at long last getting stuffed full of one of your mates' big, throbbing animal cock. You reach an arm up to drape around his neck as he settles his head over your shoulder, the beast snorting and grunting as he starts fucking away at your pussy, your other hand coming up to undo your chain shirt and let it fall open, freeing your own generous boobs.\n\nAll three of you moan and gasp and cum repeatedly as the stallions pound your pussies, the Clydesdale calmly standing off to the side, occasionally stamping a hoof and making his own big cock wobble beneath him. Of course your moans are with utter abandon, while Amana and Shae's are still colored by shame and humiliation, even as you can see their thick, rubbery pussies dripping down onto the forest floor. Eventually you can hear first Amana, then Shae muffling loud cries as their former steeds and now mates shove forward hard, no doubt pumping them full of thick equine cum just like the chestnut is doing to you. You turn your head and kiss his neck, then nudge him to slide off of you before clopping forward, cum drooling from your black pussy as you step up to Amana and the black stallion, the horse having started to slide off of her, his cock slipping out in a torrent of white and dangling below him.\n\n"Cyan... get him... get him down, I..." Amana pants as you reach below. "What are you...? Just... just get him down, I-" She says, unable to see as your hand coaxes the black stallion back to hardness, then lifts him up higher. "What's... what tha-" Her question cuts off with a whinny, her eyes going wide as the stallion shoves back forward, slamming his cock deep into her ass.\n\n"Are you... are you...?" Shae asks tremulously as you move to her side as well, gasping loudly as you reach forward with one hand to squeeze and knead one of her fat green tits while repeating the process. "Cyan, are you putting him in my-" And she too lets out a whinny as the dapple thrusts forward, then resumes his eager, short pumping, driving a little more of his equine prick into Shae's equally equine pucker with every thrust. "My ass my ass my ass my ass!" she whimpers out in time with his thrusts, her voice growing just a little less protesting and a little more eager with every repetition. Grinning, you settle back a little to shift your hind legs down and let the chestnut mount you again, giving your own soft nicker as he presses your thick pucker open with his flared cockhead.\n\nOnce all three of you have taken a load in the ass, you let the horses dismount on their own. Both Amana and Shae are panting and sweaty, their equine lower bodies gleaming with it, tails flicking back and forth, Amana's devil-like one lashing more like an overstimulated cat's. But once they raise their heads and look over, you know from the heat in their eyes that you've got them... they're hooked. Grinning, you beckon them over, and after only a moment's hesitation they move over to you. You guide them to stand beside you, all three of you side-by-side, six huge tits lined up and lightly pressing together (once you've helped Amana relieve herself of her robes), and three equine rumps with both holes dripping horse cum facing the Clydesdale.\n\n"Now, girls," you murmur. "It's the king's turn."\n\nBoth bite their lower lips, obviously knowing what you mean, but give slight nods. Then Amana cries out in both shock and pleasure as the Clydesdale mounts up on her and stuffs his thick prick into her already creampied equine cunt, shoving forward hard a few times before starting to really fuck her. The shaking of her body makes her tits wobble and shake mightily, and sends ever decreasing ripples through your tits and into Shae's. Smiling, you turn your head to the side and lean over, kissing the blushing green girl and twining your tongue with hers as her surrogate mother gets fucked by the massive horse.\n\nOnce he's finished dumping his first potent load of the night into Amana's dark crimson cunt, the Clydesdale dismounts and saunters to the side. He's nothing but a dumb beast, but you'd almost think he was picking who to do next... but apparently settles on the other new mare of his little herd. Shae mewls in blatant happiness as she feels his weight thud onto her back, then muffles her cry of pleasure as he slams into her cunt. Grinning, you turn your head and repeat your makeout session with her using Amana as your partner, while Shae gets beastfucked on your other side.\n\nBy the time the Clydesdale mounts up on you, both have moved around a bit to the front, leaning down with their tits hanging below them as they start sucking eagerly at your nipples, hands running over your belly and the sides of your horse body, making you positively tremble with excitement... especially once their own steeds mount up on them and begin fucking them again as they suckle at your tits, making them both moan and whimper loudly around the sensitive flesh.\n\nEventually the stallions have had their fill and saunter back to their places, cocks dangling limp beneath them and gradually starting to resheath. Shae has settled in as well, leaned forward with her arms around Amana's middle, suckling a black nipple while the Tiefling-taur moans and strokes her hair. "What do we do now...?" Amana murmurs, gasping happily as you slip three fingers into her cum-sodden horse cunt and start swirling them around.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay the course.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Head off on your own.|GGCentaur6x3]]

Sticking your hands in your jacket pockets, you start moseying around the park, just looking at what there is to see. The thoroughfares are lined with shops and stands wherever it doesn't immediately preclude a ride or attraction from operating, and every so often you feel your money trying to burn a hole in your wallet. But you keep it firmly in your pocket... there's a full week ahead of you, and you won't have the most fun if you're eating exclusively at the hotel and doing nothing but attractions for that entire time.\n\n<b>[[Mascots|FMascotsStart]]</b>: Looks like Worldland has their own selection of original mascots trotting about greeting people. They're actually pretty realistic-looking, if that's the right word... their heads are kind of oversized and felt-y, but the rest of them seems more "natural". You kinda wanna see one up close just so you can see what they're made of.

"Mmf." Alina stirred gently, shifting up onto her side a little. The bed felt really good... even a little better than her own bed, which was very nice as it was. She felt her wings flutter, a little bit of an ache to them like there sometimes was when she slept too long. Gradually she opened her eyes, becoming aware of the warmth surrounding her hand as she did, and saw that the warmth was because someone was holding that hand.\n\nAt first she didn't recognize the fairy beside her bed. Full of breast and more regal of stature, Alina had only seen a very very few fairies old enough to look so mature, like the Queen. The butterfly-like wings only reinforced that, their faint flutter sending a shimmer of oranges and reds across them and a sprinkle of sparkles through the air like a faint fog of fire. Her hair was long and iridescent red, falling down her back in a straight wave, and across one side of her face, leaving the other eye... the eye... "Eric?" Alina asked faintly, her voice very soft and throat a tiny bit sore.\n\n"Hey there," Eric murmured, smiling more broadly at her and giving her hand a gentle squeeze.\n\n"Did I... oversleep?" Still feeling more confused than anything, Alina glanced around at the room that wasn't hers, then over at Eric again. The strange but kind of cute human shirts were gone, replaced by a simple silver choker and some bracelets, a thin white band trimmed in black going around the middle of her chest. "How much?" she added, since the obvious answer was 'yes'.\n\n"By a little. It's okay. I didn't mind waiting at all," Eric answered, bringing Alina's hand up to kiss the back of the knuckles. "How do you feel?"\n\n"Ummmm... like I wanna get out of bed!" Alina grinned brightly, flitting her wings to shake off the feeling of disuse and rising up, alighting on her feet beside the bed. She stretched and twisted, giving a soft 'mmm!' of excitement at waking up to face another day. She took another look around the room, realizing yet again that it wasn't hers, and probably didn't have any of her things in it. "Hey, I wanna put on my clothes and make breakfast and then I've got Meadow Duty!" she announced, resting her hands on her hips. "And then when I get home you've gotta tell me how come you look like you're like a thousand years old or something! We can go home, right?" she added, frowning very slightly in worry, something nagging in the back of her head that said there might be some reason she couldn't.\n\n"Yeah. Yeah we can. Everything's waiting there for you, and Meadow Duty too." Eric reached out to take her hand again as she stood, revealing the strip of cloth serving as a loin cloth, the crimson fairy looking deeply contented.\n\n"Oh, good! I was worried for some reason. But everything's okay, right?"\n\n"Yeah, everything's okay now. Let's go home."\n\n<b>Eric in Fairyland</b> end - <i>Waiting to go home</i>

"I guess we could take the statue, sure," you say, partly to distract yourself from your strange, sudden urges. You find them receding a little as you walk over to pick up the statue, though oddly enough it doesn't feel as cool in your hands as you were expecting. It's almost a little warm... eh, maybe there's a heating vent or something nearby that blows on it. You shift it in your hands, having to admit that it's a pretty quality piece of work... she has really amazing breasts, a fantastic ass, curvy legs. It looks more like a modern fanservice anime figure than something from the fifties made out of stone.\n\n"So, wait, which of us gets it?" Kev asks. "I mean, you said it'd be a souvenir, but there's four of us and just one of it."\n\n"Simple, we'll share," Jack says reasonably, grinning. "One of us can keep it for awhile, and when someone else wants to hold onto it for a bit they can ask whoever's holding onto it for it."\n\n"Seems fair," Leslie says with a shrug. "Then I guess the question is, who gets it first?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Leslie.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Jack.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Kev.|GGHH]]

Sighing, you accept Ruby's hand and allow her to help you to your feet. You dust yourself off a bit, while Ruby looks at you, head tilting. "Hey, that's not a Beacon uniform, is it? Is that your old school's uniform or something?"\n\n"No, it's... the uniform of the school I <i>thought</i> I was going to attend," you answer, frowning at her. You turn around a bit... and stare. The massive building nearby looks more like a fairytale castle than a school, complete with spires, bridges, and a moat. If even you had to admit the school buildings at Meinubureiku Gakuen were impressive, this one is... well, breathtaking.\n\n"Um... I'm Ruby Rose," you hear from the side, and turn back towards the other girl, who's again holding her hand out, this time apparently as an offer to shake.\n\n"Yes, you said that. Part of that." After a moment you sigh and take her hand, since she looks like she's borderline doing a sad puppy expression and you might almost feel bad about that after her helping you up. (Ugh, you must have hit your head or something.) "I'm Layla Mercer."\n\n"Hi, Layla! That's a nice name! It means 'dusk' or 'night', doesn't it?" the petite girl chirps, grinning happily as she shakes your hand.\n\n"Uh." You blink. "Yeah, that's right."\n\n"That's pretty! 'Ruby' means... um... the red rock. Gemstone. Thingy."\n\n"... Right." You pointedly extract your hand from hers.\n\nRuby gives you an extremely sheepish, worried grin, and waves a hand around a bit. "Um, so, do you... do you know where we're supposed to go?"\n\n"I don't even know where we <i>are</i>!" you huff, resisting the urge to stamp your foot as well. "This morning I was in Japan arriving at some stupidly huge school, and they asked what I wanted to do so I said being a Huntress sounded cool because they were respected elites, then some bitch <i>shot me out of a tube</i> and now I'm here!"\n\n"Oh, uh, well, I don't know where Japan is or how hard you got shot out of that tube, but right now you're at Beacon Academy, in the city of Vale, in the Kingdom of Vale, on the world of Remnant." Ruby stares at you for a moment, then draws in a long, excited gasp, instantly crossing the space between the two of you, silver eyes sparkling as she balls her fists under her chin. "Are you a <i>space alien</i>?!"\n\n"What?! <b>NO!</b>" you blurt, shoving her head away from you.\n\n"Awww, I thought I made a space alien friend," Ruby says with a pout, tears dramatically streaming down her cheeks.\n\n"We are <i>not friends</i>, leave me alone," you snap, turning and walking in a random direction, as long as it's away from this weirdo.\n\n"Waaait, Layla, come back, please! Don't return to the mothership!"\n\n"SHUT UP!"\n\nEventually you find some respectable-looking people to ask for directions, and are told where new students are supposed to go... apparently the first night involves a sleepout in the cafeteria. Just wonderful. At least by then you're also told where everyone's luggage is, and are able to retrieve your sleeping clothes... a pair of designer drawstring pants in deep purple and a white tanktop embroidered with your initials in black thread. You retrieve a sleeping bag from the pile of them (ew ew ew ew shared bedding!) and meander through the room, trying to come to grips with this bizarre situation.\n\n"So you're the space alien, huh?"\n\nGritting your teeth, you turn around, and wind up staring a bit. What the hell? Those are... you drag your eyes up from the truly impressive chest to a face wreathed by a thick mane of scruffy golden hair, and a pair of amused lilac eyes. The blonde girl is wearing an orange-yellow shirt and black boyshorts, while next to her is, as could have been expected, Ruby Rose in an outfit not dissimilar to your own, albeit with much less stylish colors.\n\n"H-hi." Ruby grins sheepishly and raises a hand in a little wave. "Um, I kind of told my sister about you."\n\n"Yeah, no kidding," you reply flatly. Or at least you feel that way next to the new arrival.\n\n"My name's Yang Xiao Long," the tall girl says, resting her fists on her hips and grinning, which seems to be the default expression for her. "Nice to meet you, sorry about my sister."\n\n"Yaaang!" Ruby whines.\n\n"Xiao Long? So like... before misters sisters?" you ask, raising your fist and making a little bump motion.\n\n"Nah, we have different moms. So why's she think you're a space alien, anyway?" Yang inquires, tilting her head a bit.\n\n"I am <b>NOT</b> a space alien!" you shout, giving in to the urge to stamp your foot and thrust your fists down. You wince as you realize people are staring now, and growl at the two, "I am from <i>Earth</i>. I am from the third planet in the solar system, just like everyone else!"\n\n"Er." Ruby glances back and forth, then whispers, "I told you, this is Remnant. There <i>aren't</i> any other planets in our solar system, just Remnant and the moon."\n\n"Huh?" You turn and look up... and your jaw drops at the sight of a large moon with a chunk taken out of it, debris spread out around the missing piece.\n\n"Oh my God you really are a space alien," Yang murmurs, in a tone that sounds more shocked that her sister was right than at the existence of humans from another planet.\n\nYou feel like your head is spinning, and you really want to sit down. You scan the cafeteria, but see few immediate sources of respite. You do see one girl sitting up against the wall, yellow eyes raised from her book, giving you a sympathetic look... or is it pity? Still, she seems to have found a nice quiet little area. Or you could just go... away... from these weird sisters and their revelations. Or give in and talk to them like they seem to want to... it would be the path of least resistance, anyway.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go sit with the yellow-eyed girl.|MeanRWBY1x3]]\n\n[[Ditch the sisters.|MeanRWBYPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fiiiine. Talk with Ruby.|MeanRWBYPlaceholder]]\n\n[[At least focus on Yang, she seems the cooler one.|MeanRWBYPlaceholder]]

Of course, a year later, yourself and Hassat are faced with an outcome that neither of you built into this little deal... twins. One boy, and one girl.\n\nOops.\n\nStill, such a thing has to be taken as a sign from some god or another. (Probably not Lolth, you didn't have spiders after all.) The two of you decide to settle for a relationship of equals... in that you're both constantly and equally struggling for dominance over the other, one or the other of you sometimes managing to claim it for a day or a week with some wager or another, occasional favor-trading, and sometimes just some underhanded tricks. \n\nToday is a special day in that dominance struggle. Or so you've decided. You stroke your hand up and down the long, thick black rubber strapon's shaft, smearing lube over the thick veins running all along its length. "Now, sometimes, buildup is just as important as anything else. You can take a good, long while getting ready, being deliberate about what you're doing, so that they can hear it every time your hand strokes along the dildo, among other things."\n\n"I see, I see, Mother," your teenage daughter chirps from where she's kneeling on the bed near you, naked save for her own near-identical strapon, pert young blue-black breasts bared proudly.\n\n"Now, while you should feel free to fuck a male however you like, for this particular activity I prefer a nice, slow entry," you continue, moving up behind your son where he's on his knees with his cheek against the mattress, hands bound securely behind his back with a silk sash wound around his wrists, ass in the air and smooth balls and half-hard prick dangling down between his thighs. You lean in, pressing the almost dripping tip of the strapon to his pucker, your hands squeezing his ass before you slowly begin to apply pressure, his hole gradually spreading as the rubber phallus starts to slide inside.\n\n"Mmmf! Mmmf!" he protests around the ball gag he's wearing, his body shuddering and eyes rolling a bit.\n\n"Oh? But you had so much fun fucking Mommy's ass, darling, can you give but not take?" you taunt, smirking as you continue to push the strapon inside your son's previously virgin hole. You watch his eyes roll up a little bit as you push just a bit harder, easing more of the thick thing into him. "See how he reacts? How he can't help but get harder and harder as he feels inch after inch of my fat rubber prick violating his ass?"\n\n"Mhmmmm," your daughter says with a giggle, before moving up behind her similarly-bound father. She delivers a smack to his ass, and gives a wicked laugh that makes you proud as he jerks in place, his fully stiff prick dripping a single pearl of pre at being spanked by his own daughter. "Oh, look at you, you're used to this, aren't you, Daddy?" she sneers as she moves into position, raising herself up a bit to press the tip of her strapon to his ass, then begins matching your own slow, steady movements of pressing it inside him. "But now it's your own daughter fucking you in the ass, and you're loving it, aren't you? Just like a pervert male," she coos, giving his ass another spank as his cock twitches and jerks beneath him.\n\nGrinning fondly at your daughter violating her father's ass, you quickly turn your attention back to your son, wrapping your arms around his waist and hauling him back the extra inch or so necessary to hilt inside him. He begins moaning like a slut as you start giving smooth, even thrusts, fucking him slow and steady, pumping the rubber cock into his tight teenage ass, watching his eyes roll and his ears blush as he starts to give in to the pleasure. Your daughter, meanwhile, has quickly risen to almost frenzy-fucking her father's asshole, her pert tits barely jiggling as she pounds her hips against him.\n\n"You like it, huh, Daddy? You like being my bitch? You like taking my big cock in your whore ass, don't you, Daddy?" she demands breathlessly, her dirty talk interspersed with the cutest little squeaks and gasps, and you're not sure whether it's the physical stimulation or the aural stimulation that has your mate's eyes rolling harder and his body trembling as his cock begins firing long bursts of cum all over the sheets.\n\nYou snicker, continuing to take your time about fucking your son's ass... he'll cum from it in due time. And some day in the future, he'll probably have you tied up on your back, your head over the side of the bed as he fucks your throat for as long as he likes. Little give-and-take activities like that are what makes for quality family bonding, after all!\n\n<b>Gamer Girl Rogue</b> end - <i>Drow family values</i>

"Shae's the best equipped to spot and undo a magical trap if she finds one, right?" you say slowly. "She should probably do it, don't you think?"\n\nAmana casts a worried glance at Shae, who just shrugs placidly, apparently unconcerned. "True. Very well, Shae, have at it."\n\nThe half-orc moves forward, pulling her long black hair back into a ponytail before starting to examine the pedestal. Eventually she moves on to checking the statue as well. Eventually, she shrugs and picks up the statue... then yelps as if it had stung her. She's either even stronger than she looks or the thing's hollow, because when she reflexively tosses it, it goes flying through the air rather easily, Amana yelping and reaching out towards it to catch it reflexively. \n\nWhile the statue's in the air, though, its effect is already starting to grip Shae. She groans, clutching her middle as her muscles ripple beneath the tight leather pants. The seams of them creak as something pushes out, the others watching in a sort of freeze-frame tableau as Shae's ass expands, then pushes out backwards, the leather tearing as it expands, lengthening as two more limbs begin to grow from the back of it, as her pussy thickens and shifts further back, the lips growing darker and more rubbery. Amana's probably seen the change start, but the statue's already coming right at her and her body has already reacted, her hands touching the sides before she yelps and swings them wide, dropping it. \n\nWhile Shae's new back legs continue to grow down towards the floor, her original feet shift, forcing her to raise up on her toes, which are shrinking and joining together, nails turning thick and dark and beginning to fuse. As Amana cries out, her robes stretching and then starting to rip as her own change begins, Shae's back hooves hit the floor and stamp hard, the half-orc... well, half-orc centaur... gasping as her tits start putting pressure on her leather top, bulging out of the cleavage before finally popping free, too large to be contained. She lets out a whinny-like sound of combined fear and... well, kind of sounds like pleasure to you as the skin of her lower half alters and grows coarse, dark green hair, a sleek black tail sprouting from above her thickening asshole. Amana gives her own equine cry as her tits start to expand too, pressing out against her tattered robes and raising them further along her lower half as deep red hide covers her own horselike lower body, and an electric purple tail sprouts.\n\nSoon, the both of them are panting and gasping, staring down at themselves. They're both centaurs, like you... oversized tits and all. Shae looks at herself in shock, stamping a hoof almost experimentally against the stone, while Amana twists her upper body around to look back at her rump, red eyes wide as her tail flicks.\n\n"W-what... what happened?" Shae whispers, looking at the statue, then herself, then Amana, then you. "It... it made us like you!"\n\n"Well, I think it made you part horse, since the lower halves still look kinda... well, half-orc-y. And Tiefling-y," you point out a little lamely, still in shock yourself. Indeed, Shae's horse body is still that strange blend of sleek and muscular, like a Clydesdale's muscles pressed into a champion racer's form.\n\nAmana stares at you, then down again and striking her own hoof against the rock... and cantering to one side in surprise as it sends up a shower of sparks. "Steel hooves. Like a hellhorse," she says rather dryly. "Yes, we are obviously not... traditional centaurs."\n\n"Can you change us back?!" Shae cries, only settling down a little when you trot over and rest a hand on her shoulder.\n\n"I... possibly, I will have to research the artifact, and the issue. I'll do my best Shae," Amana promises.\n\n"Well, one good thing of it," Thurkar grunts, gesturing with his axe. You turn and look... indeed, the force field is gone, leaving nothing between all of you and the treasure.\n\n"Ah, well, there's no possible way we could carry all of this," Bane says after a moment, probably not wishing to seem too eager to move along from the present issue. "So let's load up what we can, and we shall keep the location as closely-guarded a secret as we have so far, coming back for more when we can."\n\nAll of you load up your magical bags with as much as will fit. Bane and Thurkar then load up heavy saddlebags for each of the steeds, the little bard quickly fashioning another set to load up. You give a loud 'oof' as you're loaded up, unable to help giving a long-suffering sigh as you're now relegated to pack animal. Shae gives you an apologetic look... then turns a startled one on Bane as he begins fashioning yet another set of saddlebags.\n\n"Er, Bane, are you...?" Amana starts.\n\nHe blinks, glancing up at her, then Shae... then rather pointedly at you, before looking back at the other two, who seem suitably chastened, neither of them complaining (although each gives an 'oof' of their own) as they too are drafted into pack mule service.\n\n"I'm glad I seem to know how to walk like this, at least," Shae murmurs once all of you are back out on the road, moving slower with the heavy loads and Thurkar and Bane walking to avoid overburdening their steeds. "... But..." She carefully side-steps closer to you, saying in a low whisper, "... I have nothing covering my lower half at all." Her greenish face darkens. "My... my p-pussy and my ass are just... out there. I keep wondering if anyone's looking."\n\n"You get used to it," you assure her, patting her back.\n\n"No offense, but I think we'd rather not," Amana adds dryly. "It's a unique experience, but I'm not sure there's a lot to recommend it for those of us that aren't natural-born centaurs."\n\nYou raise your eyebrows. Oh, you think there is, and you may have an opportunity to show her soon enough.\n\nThat night once camp is made, Bane clears his throat. "So, I'll just bring all three of you dinner as soon as possible."\n\nAmana's face darkens, and she opens her mouth to snap something back... then rubs her face with both hands. Obviously realizing what a massive hypocrite she'd be if suddenly making the centaur party members stay with the horses wasn't okay, she lets out a sigh. "Yes. Of course. Thank you, Bane."\n\nStill, she looks grumpy as she eats, Shae seeming a little morose as well. Once dinner is done, both of them spend a little bit looking about and trying different positions, before both try one of your own few standing rest positions... leaning their arms on a tree and resting their forehead against them. Which of course leaves their rumps turned outward and vulnerable. You grin, looking over Shae's greenish-black pucker and horsepussy, and Amana's dark red ones. You don't enjoy the sight nearly as much as the heavy balls and thick sheaths of the stallions, but you find them not displeasing. Now, the question is, do you help the two of them get those brand new horsepussies stuffed...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Of course!|GGCentaur6x2]]\n\n[[Hm, maybe not.|GGCentaur]]

"... Go ahead and upload it!" you call, deciding to call their bluff. "Y-you'll be the ones who get in trouble! Plus no one I know would probably ever see it anyway!"\n\n"Oh, you think so?" the woman says with a smirk, pointing aside at the man as his phone beeps. "'Cause my beau here is a top-notch hacker, and not only does he have his identity masked, his phone has this neat 'radar' function that can ping the phones of everyone around with uploads he's just made. Everyone at this hotel just got a link to your video."\n\nYour face goes pale, and without another thought you turn and bolt for your room, hearing scornful laughter from behind you all the way. You throw open the door and lurch inside, slamming it closed and lean back against it... then quail at the sight of Cassie sitting on the side of her bed, staring at her phone as the sound of a dog panting and your own voice moaning like a slut comes up from it. She looks up at you, her jaw dropping even further at your nudity and the cum dribbling down your thighs.\n\n"Amanda... what the hell?!"\n\nOh no.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|CheerMotel2xEnd]]

This chance just seems too good to pass up. You turn and race down the street, in the opposite direction the robbers just went, but eventually making a turn and heading for the edge of town as well. You know where there are some woods, and while you've never been to that part of them yourself, you're fairly certain that you'll be able to find a particular spot again once you've chosen a hiding place.\n\nYou slow to a trot once you're off the road and walking among the trees, glancing around as you still eat up distance almost effortlessly. It's amazing how everything stands out more like this, and you find it very easy to commit your path securely to memory. Eventually you find a little glade with some rocks. There's a large rock about twice the size of your head, and after setting the duffels down you easily lift it and set it aside, digging out a large hole beneath it. You make it deep enough that you should be able to put both bags down, but still reach the lower one once the top one's pulled out. You pause as you're about to drop the first one in, though.\n\nYou haven't even looked at it yet. It's probably more money than you've ever seen, not to mention all the interesting and valuable stuff that's probably in the lockbox bag. Maybe you should take a look at it now.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hide it now, look at it later.|QOHPT10x3]]\n\n[[Look at it first.|QOHPT]]

You'll have plenty of time to look through it later on, when you come back to get some of it and use it. For now you dump the first duffel in, then the second on top of it, then spend a bit scooping dirt in around them before patting it down and dragging the rock back into place. You then scatter the rest of the dirt and head for home.\n\nYou arrive quickly enough, of course, and have just leaped over the fence into your own back yard when you feel a strangely not painful cramp in all of your muscles at once. You tumble and go sprawling, laying on your face as your body twitches and shrinks, your tail retracting back into your body as your fur fades away. In a matter of seconds you're back to your old slightly-below-average self. You climb up, feeling a definite sense of loss as you head inside, your mother giving you a slightly odd look as you pass through the living room in just bike shorts and shoes (definitely not something you'd usually go outside in, even if it was the back yard). You tromp back upstairs and kick the shoes off, then briefly eye the cooler of Cherry Cheetah sodas.\n\n... No, no. You only have six. One apparently lasts for most of the day, but you'll have to be careful about how you use them, since you don't know if you'll be able to get any more like these from AppAssure.\n\nYou spend the next few days following the news about the bank robbery, unable to help snickering every time there's a mention of a "big red cat" or something and people get mocked for believing in such a thing. But it doesn't take long for that to fall off the news cycle, people returning to yelling angrily about the things they pretend to care about instead. So by the last Saturday of spring break you feel confident enough to head back out and retrieve the duffel bags.\n\nYou gather up the spade you bought over the course of the weak and stuff it into your backpack, then pause, glancing again at the cooler. It would make it a lot faster to get out there, dig the stuff up, and carry it back if you were in cheetah-mode... but as you've constantly told yourself over the last few days, you only have five of them left, maybe ever. Do you really want to use one just for a fetch errand?\n\n<hr>\n[[Drink a soda.|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Ride your bike.|QOHPT10x4]]

Leaping up onto the trunk of the car, you grab both bags before jumping aside, rolling a little and easily coming up to your feet, trotting towards the sidewalk. You can hear the women shrieking curses... then just shrieking as they look ahead again and see that they're about to run into a fountain plaza. There's a screech of rubber on pavement as they turn hard, the back bumper of the car slamming into one of the concrete pillars around the plaza and half crushing it. But a moment later they gun the engine and take off down the street, apparently too spooked by having their loot looted by a big red cheetah-man to try and take it back from you.\n\nYou pant to catch your breath, lips parted but still curled up in an excited grin. Oh man, that was amazing! You just went all, like... superhero! With the jump and the twirl and the <i>running up to a speeding car</i>! After a moment you glance down, shifting and hefting the bags a bit. You hadn't really noticed until now how sensitive your hearing is when you focus, but you can hear rustling from one bag and some jingling from the other. You're betting one's full of money and one's full of jewelry and stuff from safeboxes, most likely. They're both packed tight, too, there must be a ton of stuff here.\n\nYour ears flick and you glance aside as you hear police sirens back the way you came. Sounds like a lot of them are at the bank. You could [[take the stuff back|QOHPT11x1]], like a good citizen... well, kind of like a superhero, really, you think with a grin.\n\nThen you hesitate, glancing down at the duffels. Or... well... you could [[keep it|QOHPT10x2]]. It's not like anyone would believe the criminals if they said a big red cheetah-dude stole the stuff they stole, and even if they did, you don't look like yourself right now. You could hide all of this and go back for it later, who knows how much money is here, you could be set for life!

"Look how easy it was for me to do what I did," you say, knowing you're taking a risk reminding them of your robbing their robbery, and indeed you see both bristle a bit. You hurry to add, "So imagine what we could do if all three of us were like that."\n\nThat definitely seems to give the women pause, the glance they share much, much longer this time. They're obviously turning it over in their heads, imagining themselves with the speed and power you exhibited the other day. Which makes you blush as you notice their nipples stiffening up under their shirts.\n\n"So you're, what... you're wanting to team up with us?" Kat scoffs, as if looking for a reason not to. "A kid?"\n\n"You've seen what I can do when I'm changed," you point out. "Does it really matter if I'm a kid?"\n\nKat worries her glossy pink lower lip for a moment, before glancing at the other woman. "Marine...?"\n\n"... I dunno, I guess it sounds solid enough," the black-haired woman answers slowly. "It seems like some weird science bullshit, but we saw it with our own eyes. If all three of us could turn into... that... we could pull off one of the big heists. Stuff we've been dreaming about since the start, one-job-and-retire type hits."\n\nThe blonde nods slowly, then looks at you again. "Alright, kid, what's your proposal?"\n\n"Even split of everything. Including that," you add, pointing to the still mostly-buried loot. "As an... entry fee, or whatever. I'll provide the super-soda, and help you out with whatever job you come up with."\n\n"... I can't believe I'm about to bring a fifteen-year-old into our crime ring," Kat mutters, and you decide it's probably better if you don't correct her. "Alright, fine. Help us dig this stuff up. Once we've got it, Marine will drop me off and then take you wherever you've got the stuff stashed. Get it, bring it back, and you better say goodbye to your old life while you're at it, because you're coming on the road with us."\n\nSoon you're in the slightly awkward position of sitting in the car with a bank robber as she drives you home. Marine glances over at you occasionally, but her pretty, serious face is difficult to read. She comes to a stop in front of the house, saying, "Don't be too long, I don't like being out in the open here."\n\nHopping out of the car, you race inside and upstairs, stuffing a few essentials and changes of clothes in your backpack before grabbing the cooler under one arm. You're back downstairs and almost out the door when your mother calls, "Jamie? Are you going out again?"\n\n"Uh... yeah," you reply nervously, glancing over your shoulder.\n\n"Is it with people I know?"\n\n"... Sure?" you lie feebly.\n\n"Okay then have fun," she answers, obviously distracted.\n\n... Wow running away from home is way easier than you thought it would be.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|QOHPT10x7]]

"There's only five?!"\n\nYou suppress a wince at Kat's rather outraged exclamation, doing your best to keep up the confident facade you've been building. "It was a six pack, I drank one, so yeah, there's five."\n\n"This is unbelievable," the blonde snarls, thumping her hands to the table on either side of the open cooler. "All that money just for-"\n\n"Calm down," Marine says flatly, the other woman jerking her head up in surprise. The green-eyed woman looks at you. "Kid, how long do they last?"\n\n"I drank one in the morning, went running around town, ran into you guys, went out to the woods, spent time digging the hole, it was like early evening when I got back..." You consider, then shrug. "Eight hours, give or take?"\n\n"With all three of us and eight hours to work with, we'll have plenty of supercat time to pull off a set-for-life heist," Marine says calmly. "And it only takes one to change, so we've basically got two spares. I call that a good deal."\n\n"... Yeah. Yeah, okay." Kat sighs, rubbing the back of her neck. "I guess you're right. Fine, welcome to our little operation, kid." She gestures around at the old cabin Marine drove you out to that's pretty much in the middle of nowhere, and seems to only have one bedroom. "Hope you weren't hoping for glamor."\n\n"Glamor comes <i>after</i> we get more money," Marine says, finally cracking a slight grin.\n\n"Yeah, but that's if it'll even work for us," Kat suddenly muses, making the grin drop off of her partner's face. "I mean, haven't you ever seen a sci-fi movie?" She and you both wait expectantly, but Marine's flat expression is unchanging. "... Right. Anyway, with some mad science experiment, sometimes it's something special in the one guy's DNA or whatever that lets the super serum work on him."\n\n"Oh, like Captain America."\n\n"I should have said Captain America," Kat says with a sigh, picking up one of the sodas and resting it in her palm. "But what if you or I drink it and it's just cherry soda? Or we just turn bright red, or get the giggles for eight hours?" She turns the can a bit. "We should test it out. Like you said, there's two extra cans. We can test it out, make sure it works, and still have enough to change all three of us for the job."\n\n<hr>\n[[Let them.|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Discourage them.|QOHPT]]

By now you've become pretty dedicated to saving the sodas for when you think they'll be really useful... or when you'll really be able to enjoy them. Using them for an errand doesn't seem like either of those.\n\nOf course, about twenty minutes later, as you pant and sweat and shudder every time a car passes, you're regretting your decision (and your life). You are not used to physical exertion! ... At least as your normal self. Riding your bike all the way out of town in the early summer while cars roar by (some of them leaning on the horn for no other reason than to be hateful, you suppose) is definitely not high on your list of things you'd have liked to do.\n\nAt least it gets a bit better once you pull off the road, leaving your bike chained up to a railing and heading into the woods. It's pleasantly shady, and the breeze feels good on your sweaty skin, and as you gradually get closer to the location where you hid the loot you start feeling much better about life. Eventually you find the proper clearing, moving to stand near the rock and dropping your backpack. Then you nearly faint at the sound of a metallic click behind you.\n\n"No funny business, kid," a woman's voice says. "Hands up, real slowly, and turn around."\n\nTrembling, you gradually raise your hands and turn to face the voice. The woman holding the gun on you is tall and statuesque, with thick, wavy blonde hair and angrily glittering blue eyes fixed on you, the same as the barrel of the revolver. The woman beside her is a little shorter, with green eyes and black hair in a ponytail, her rifle held slung low across her front. The blonde's wearing a white silk blouse and snug black slacks, while the other woman's dressed a bit more utilitarian in a black tanktop and black military-style pants with boots.\n\n"Figured someone would be coming for it pretty soon," the blonde comments as the other woman moves past her, using the sole of her boot to shove the rock aside before slinging the rifle to her back on its strap and kneeling to rummage in your backpack. "Didn't figure it'd be some scrawny little kid."\n\n"H... h..." you stammer, still staring at the gun.\n\n"How did we know? Marine left her cellphone in one of the bags. It was enough to let us know the general area but we haven't been able to narrow it down, so it was a matter of waiting until someone showed up to get the stuff. Kinda figured it'd be the big red fuzzy bastard, but either way."\n\nActually you were going to squeak 'help', but you suppose that's interesting to know.\n\n"You shouldn't use our names," the ponytailed woman grunts as she uses your spade to dig where the rock was. After a few moments, she glances up. "They're here, and-" She blinks, then stands up, albeit partly squatted down so she can look up at you. Then apparently forgetting her own advice, she says, "Holy shit, Kat, it's him."\n\n"What?" 'Kat' blinks, glancing at her partner, then stepping in and leaning in to squint at you while you squirm and wince. "... You're right. If he were grinning I'd probably have seen it right off. What the hell?" She nudges the barrel of her revolver against your shoulder, nearly making you faint again. "How the hell did you turn into that, kid?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Blurt everything out.|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Refuse to tell.|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Get some nerve and negotiate.|QOHPT10x5]]

"C'MOOOOOON!" Koro roars, his spacesuit making him look more like a mechanized juggernaut than a man as he charges into a clump of the shiny black assassin droids, scattering some with the impact and grabbing up two more, starting to literally beat their companions to pieces with them.\n\n"This is not looking good for us!" you call as you fire your blasters into another group of the pointy, determined robots, trying to force them into a clump where you'll be able to make the shots count more.\n\n"Agreed, it is not," Doc Trace's voice, in a tone of forced calm, says over the comm from inside Sierra, the sound of her working feverishly inside the online ship getting picked up and broadcast. "The sensors show that there are more of them pouring out of practically every cave in this hemisphere of the moon, someone knew of our plans and set this trap. I'm going to be hard-pressed to make the connections in time after that first bit of damage they did."\n\n"Dammit!" You thunk a hand to the side of your helmet to realign its longrange antenna, damaged in an earlier rush before you resume shooting. "Duette, we're running out of time!"\n\n"I can't rush the stellar pulse, Cypher!" Duette's voice answers in a slightly testy tone, though overcome mostly by worry. "The satellite is ready to direct the Regeneration Pulse to your location, but there's nothing I can do until the solar flare actually ignites!"\n\n"This better work!" Koro bellows as he continues smashing through more and more of the insectoid horde pouring out of the openings in the little blind valley you've set Sierra's quiet, silent shell in. "We've already waited three years, I don't wanna wait another two!"\n\n"It <i>will work</i>," Duette asserts over the channel. "I have gone over every bit of my designs and work and simulations dozens of times, this will bring Sierra back!"\n\n"There's too many of them!" you can't help but blurt as a fresh wave of even larger robots begin crawling over the bodies of their smaller brethren to get at you. "We're being overrun!"\n\n"Cypher!" Duette's voice calls in alarm.\n\nThen you see a flash of light from deep within one of the teeming lines of the robots, flickering bursts of purple that leave faint trailing lines in the air. Bit by bit they get faster and closer, and soon you can make out the arc of swords, their edges glowing brightly and slicing through the reinforced ceratanium of the insectoid killing machines like it was aluminum. The figure is sleek, wearing a long white short-sleeved coat-cloak with a hood that flares with their running, its interior gleaming silver. As it leaps up and over the piled wreckage at the opening of the stone valley, it twists into a spin, laser katanas flashing out and taking the heads off three more of the assassin droids. Its leap carries it all the way to the top of Sierra's hull, landing in a light crouch with the blades spread, and as they stand you get a better look at the slim black and purple armor, and at the cobalt helmet with a pair of large, glowing optic sensors and a smaller pair of slitted ones above and below. She twirls the swords and sheathes them at her back, drawing out a long, slender rifle holstered there instead and starting to fire into the masses, apparently hitting particular parts of robots or particular kinds that cause explosions that are enough to disrupt their marching lines as shrapnel and impact tear through the crowds.\n\n"Where are we on the bombing run?" the new arrival asks in a broadwave cast, electronically altered voice calm and steady.\n\n"Deployed and en route, adjusting courses now," a faintly familiar male voice answers. You jerk your head upwards at the sight of movement as sleek coppery points slice silently through the airless sky above, dropping little silvery orbs into the lanes of approaching enemies and sending explosions tearing through them.\n\n"Regeneration Pulse blast incoming!" Duette calls over the comms. "Everyone, clear Sierra's exterior and brace yourselves! Pulse in three, two, one!"\n\nA shining, iridescent disc grows in the sky, before stretching downward at incredible speeds, cutting through the black directly towards the immobile spacecraft. The stranger in power armor leaps in your general direction before the energy pillar strikes down directly on Sierra, its passage knocking her forward, the ensuing pulse wave that flashes outward from the silvery spacecraft hull striking you and knocking you to the ground as well, sliding over the bare rock of the moon's surface and racing outward. The energies interact badly with something inside the killer drones, since you're vaguely aware of them sending awful electronic shrieks over the comm bands as they half-burst and half crumble to pieces, practically disintegrating as the swirling chaos of colored light sweeps over them. \n\nA little dazed, you blink away the spots in your vision, slowly sitting up and looking around. The ground you're laying on that was moments ago made of nothing but dark, bare stone is now covered with greenery that looks a lot like clover, thick enough to rise around you about an inch. Wherever it was touching something else it's bloomed into many-petaled white flowers with shiny golden centers, waving gently in a breeze as thick, fluffy white clouds start to form in the sky overhead.\n\n"It worked! It worked it worked it worrrrked!" Duette's voice squeals over the comms, and you can't help but smile at imagining her jumping around the little control area of the satellite overhead, pumping her fists in the air.\n\nDoc Trace descends Sierra's ramp, looking around at the greenery and the green sky ahead, and back at the now much shinier vessel, white flowers blossoming around its landing struts. As Koro approaches from the side, she reaches up and undoes her white suit's helmet with a hiss, shaking her hair out as she inhales. "It's... remarkable. A barren moon, instantly reverted to the state it once was when it was part of a livable planet."\n\nAt the sound of a yawn stretching over the comms, you look towards the ship, your eyes widening. "Hoo! Wow, I don't even sleep, but that was a good sleep! I feel a ton better! Oh, hey Boss!"\n\n"Hey, Sierra," you whisper, your voice thick. You turn your head to look towards the nearby ring of flowers as the armored figure amidst them sits up, smiling and retracting your own helmet. "Hey, Three."\n\nShe reaches up to put her hands to the side of her helmet, a faint his sounding as the lower part drops down and the sides slide out, allowing her to lift it up and reveal sweaty, close-cropped blue hair that she runs a hand over. "Trina," she corrects with a grin.\n\n"Trina," you agree in a whisper, getting to your feet and offering her a hand. As you pull her to her feet, you look over at Sierra, whole and happily chattering to Koro and Doc Trace over the comms, then back to the other woman. "... We'd have died without you. Even if we hadn't... they might have torn Sierra apart before the pulse got here. You've just given me... my friend back, my own body, my... everything."\n\n"Well." Trina runs a hand over her hair, then turns towards one of the wider valley openings. You turn with her, watching the sun begin to set at the horizon, for the first time in the moon's current existence showing hues of orange and purple and red as it sinks into the clouds. "Interest piles up, you know?"\n\n"... Heh." You smile and duck your head a bit, before returning your gaze to the sunset. "I wouldn't have charged you."\n\n"I wanted to pay all the same." She tucks her helmet under her arm, smiling at the horizon. "It's what people do."\n\n<b>Cypher Ceed</b> end - <i>Debts paid</i>

You're tired of wearing the same clothes for weeks on end, not even being able to afford a donut, and always wondering if you're going to get abused by someone else. Taking a deep breath, you make your way to the gap in the fence around the gully and over to the set of rather steep steps going down, then head for the bridge.\n\n"Heeey, look who decided to turn up!" Jade chirps, sounding half-sincere at being glad to see you as she tosses an arm around your neck and hauls you over. "This is one of my potentials, guys," she says as she drags you over towards a group of guys who look more like they're in their twenties, gathered around the open back of a high-end SUV and poking at an expensive portable grill. "Check out this cute, nonthreatening face, this is a face that says 'Sorry officer, I just got lost', am I right?" she adds with a snicker, pinching your cheek.\n\nThe men all laugh at that, and you squirm as you try to resist the urge to get flustered or angry, even if it feels like they're laughing at you. What could you do about it if they were? Besides, one of them is almost immediately handing you a large hamburger with cheese dripping off of it, which you take despite the somewhat smug, "Here you go, little man."\n\n"Jade my girl listen, listen, Big Puff is really needing some more pretties, you thinkin'-?"\n\n"Nah probably not, least not yet," Jade answers cryptically, though admittedly you're too distracted by your burger to think too hard about it. "I'm thinking more the runner side of things, at least for now. Up around Laird maybe, they've gotten too wise to the girls that part of town."\n\n"Thinkin' you're right, maybe. What you say, little man, think you could maybe carry some packages for us, be real discrete about it?"\n\nYou swallow the last bite of burger and wipe your lower face on your sleeve, and start to open your mouth to respond... and get both a mouthful and noseful of something acrid and hot. You're the first to start coughing, but soon Jade and everyone else under the bridge is too, as a thin layer of oily, perlescent liquid goes washing over the floor of the ravine.\n\n"Wha th' hell?" one of the men manages through his coughing, turning to look in the direction the liquid came from, then giving a sudden yelp of shock.\n\nYou see it too... more and more of the strange stuff is rushing through the ravine towards you, and you don't see any end in sight... it just seems to be getting higher and higher, and you immediately suspect that there's enough to flood the entire gulley!\n\n<hr>\n[[Be smart! Use your head!|Palladium1x3]]\n\n[[Run!|Palladium]]\n\n[[Squeeze into somewhere that looks safe!|Palladium]]\n\n[[Try to tough it out!|Palladium3x1]]\n\n[[Sneakily escape with someone else!|Palladium]]

Forcing yourself not to panic, you do a quick look around, taking in the lay of the land. You almost immediately spot a bare, somewhat rickety stretch of ladder hanging down, not too far from one of the cars, and above it some sort of scaffolding or grating, probably a work or rest area with just a bit of clearance below the bridge, but it should be enough to get you above the flood!\n\nYou take off towards the car while all around you people are scrambling. Jumping up atop a cooler and then onto the hood of the car, you scramble up and give a desperate but calculated leap towards the ladder, managing to grab on and haul yourself up, getting a leg over the bottom rung as you figure out the best way to get yourself up quickly.\n\n"Hey! HEY!"\n\nYou glance down at the shout and spot Jade, standing on top of the car you just jumped from. The flood of stinking chemical has now risen up around its tires, effectively trapping her as she gives a few half-panicked hops and waves her arms. Apparently she saw you moving with purpose and realized she should either follow your lead or look for whatever had you doing so... but now you're blocking her own access to the ladder. You suspect she'd have tried to jump anyway if she didn't realize that grabbing you would probably just make both of you fall.\n\n"Hey, help me!" she calls, green eyes going wide as the car rocks a little bit under her, before they lock on you pleadingly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Help Jade.|Palladium1x4]]\n\n[[Every man for himself.|Palladium2x1]]

"Sure," you answer with a nod.\n\n"Okay, great! It starts after dark, down at the bridge close to where Morrison and Lee meet. I'll see you there, I've got a few other people to tell," Kelly chirps before she slips back out.\n\nYou're sitting there pondering if there's anything you can do to really clean up a bit before heading down when the towel moves and another figure slips inside. Jade smirks at you as she moves to about where Kelly was standing, sliding her hands into the pockets of her own much more immaculate black hoodie. Jade actually usually has fairly nice clothes and something to eat... of course, that's because it's something of an open secret that she runs "errands" for adult criminals, and gets other homeless kids to do the same. Sort of a street crime pyramid scheme, or maybe something out of one of those old novels about orphans. Her black hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and the green eyes she took her name from fix on you.\n\n"So I heard you're going to the bridge party tonight."\n\n"Yyyyeah," you admit slowly, leaning back a little as if preparing yourself for the followup swing.\n\n"I'm sure Kelly would like it if you hung out with the 'good kids', eating cheap delivery pizza and maybe hoping some rich kid with too much money and too many spare rooms will take you home and ask Momsy and Daddums to make you a special charity case," she says, putting an extra sneer into her voice and snickering a little before she continues. "Or maybe you'd finally like to come in on my side of things. The place where we grill half pound burgers and talk business. Where you finally start living here because of the freedom it gives you, not because you have to."\n\nYou hesitate for a few moments, then finally hedge with, "I'll think about it, okay Jade?"\n\n"Yeah well if your thinking about it leads to the right choice, I'll be where the real party is, down under the bridge proper. Or you can hang out with Kelly, hoping to be taken home like a stray dog." With that she turns and slips back out.\n\nYou do spend awhile pondering your options, but eventually head out to find a public restroom where you can give yourself a bit of a sink bath and get some of the more obvious stains out of your clothes. As dusk falls you head in the direction of the intersection, soon spotting the relatively small bridge over a wide cement gully with angled walls. There does indeed seem to be two parties going on... up around the edges of the bridge, close to the sides of the ravine, there's an area lit with a bunch of camp lanterns and a handful of car headlights, speakers playing light 'house party' music, the low din of teenagers laughing and talking underlying the music. Down below the bridge, where the shadows are deeper, most of the lights seem to be things like faux-neon and a few strobe and blacklights, the dull thump of dubstep transitioning to some spectacularly explicit rap lyrics as you watch figures mill around, moving close to each other to talk as if avoiding being overheard, occasionally glancing about as if wary for any police presence.\n\nSo, the time has come to make a choice. Which party do you want to go to?\n\n<hr>\n[[Bright party.|Palladium4x1]]\n\n[[Dark party.|Palladium1x2]]

"C'mon!" you call, hoisting yourself up further on the ladder and almost sitting on it, stretching an arm out towards her.\n\nJade jumps from the SUV's roof and manages to grab high up on your arm with both hands, legs swaying, the toes of her sneakers almost brushing the chemicals. Her weight and momentum almost pull you over anyway, but you managed to brace yourself well enough that you can haul her up to grab onto the ladder as well. She scrambles over you and towards the grating, then almost as an afterthought reaches down to grab you and haul you up enough to get your feet on the rungs, allowing you to hurry up after her.\n\nBoth of you thud onto the grating, breathing hard from the exertion, then starting to cough violently as the fumes of the chemical passing less than a foot underneath hit you hard. You can feel darkness edging in around your vision, what strength you had left leaving your body as you sink to the metal surface and pass out, faintly hearing another light thud next to you just before you do, as well as the faint sound of thunder.\n\nWhen you wake up, the gully is mostly empty, save for the few inches of rainwater from the thunderstorm now raging. Groaning, you push yourself up and squint through the darkness, barely able to pick out a huddled lump nearby. "... Jade?" You reach over, giving her shoulder a shake. "Hey, Jade, wake up!"\n\nShe groans quietly, but doesn't seem to be conscious, and no further shaking or entreaties will rouse her. You consider various ways to try and get her down while she's a limp weight, but eventually decide there's really nothing you can do. Besides, she's dressed more heavily than you are and probably fed better, much more equipped to sleep through the cold and damp currently surrounding you, while you really need to get inside... you're already shivering so hard that your teeth are chattering.\n\nCarefully, you clamber down the ladder, doing your best to drop carefully down... it jars you badly having to drop that far, but you don't seem to have injured yourself. Actually you're surprised by how quickly the pain in your legs fades, and by how clearheaded you are. Part of you expected to die after laying there breathing those fumes for who-knows-how-long. Making your way up and out of the ravine, you hurry towards the sidewalks. Even though you get under cover relatively quickly, you're still soaked through by the time you find a closed shopfront with a sturdy overhang to huddle in front of. You glance in the shop window and do a double-take as something about the reflection throws you. You lean in a bit, staring... your hair isn't just dark now, it's jet black. Your eyes look dark, too, gleaming... you think you catch a hint of rainbow gleam like the surface of an oil slick, but surely that has to be a trick of the light and glass, right?\n\nYou glance aside as you see bright headlights coming your way... a sleek, black luxury car, the kind that probably costs more money than your parents made in five years. 'Wish whatever rich person was driving that thing was feeling charitable and wanted to help me out,' you think a little sourly at it as it flits by.\n\nYou're shocked when the car rather suddenly brakes, then moves into reverse, pulling up to the curb nearby. The window rolls down to reveal a very pretty thirtysomething woman with impeccably styled blonde hair and hazel eyes, looking at you with concern. "Oh you poor thing. I can't just leave you out here like this. Why don't you get in? Go ahead and hop in the back, so you don't have to run around the car in this rain," she adds, with the sound of automatic doors unlocking.\n\nYou stare for a few moments, partly in shock, partly as old 'stranger danger' warnings play through your head. But honestly, at this point you don't really care much about that, and hurry to yank open the door and clamber in. The seats are leather... and heated. You almost expect the woman to complain, and for a moment she does look a little outraged as she glances over her shoulder, but her expression softens (oddly enough just as you're thinking "Please don't be mad and kick me out"). "Where can I take you? Wherever you want, just name it."\n\nThere's... something really fishy about all this, but you get the feeling she really will take you just about anywhere. But where to have her take you?\n\n<hr>\n[[The warehouse.|Palladium]]\n\n[[A nice hotel.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Her place.|Palladium1x5]]

Whatever she's doing seems an intensely private thing... maybe she's mourning a family member or this is an important personal ritual to her. Deciding that it's probably best to leave her to it, you turn around and walk away. As you're approaching where you came into the cemetery, you pause briefly as you could swear you hear something like the long whinny of a horse. You frown and look back... then shake your head. Clearly just your imagination. \n\nAfterwards, you decide not to bring up your midnight excursion to the others. It just... feels too weird to do so and yet not mention the girl you saw, and every time you do that you feel like you'd be stepping on something intensely private.\n\nAs the years go on, you think about the incident less and less, and often go quite a long time without remembering it at all. And then every so often you'll be driving by a graveyard or attending a funeral, and it will come to mind again. And as time passes, you continue to get that feeling that what you saw was something very private that must never be discussed...\n\n... but why do you feel more and more like it was something private to you as much as her?\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BuddyOct17axEnd]]

You realize that more than any power plays, what you really need is financial success. You may have given him a hard time, but Daddy's pretty canny and he's got the money to prove it. Resolving yourself to spend your school years learning to make a financial success of yourself, however that works in this weird magical place, you reach out to touch the crystal.\n\nBlue instead of gold comes from where your hands touch, following a different path through the flaws while the rest of the crystal darkens until it's black, hiding the rest of the blue's path until it's a single circle with a black point in the center. A birdlike shriek echoes through the hall.\n\n"Crowchilde!" the teacher calls, and this time there's polite applause from pretty much the whole hall. You turn and make your way over to the tables covered by cloths that are blue where they cover the surface of the table and black where they fall away. In passing you look around, spotting Maggie and Ness sitting at the grey tables, both of them looking disappointed and annoyed. When they see you looking at them, they turn away, and with an internal wince you realize you've just lost your muscle.\n\nYou settle in at one of the tables for your dorm after sizing them up a bit and picking the table with the best-dressed students. But you realize as you sit down that, unfortunately, they noticed you doing so and are now all peering at you with rather canny, penetrating eyes, many of them seeming to look right through you. With a sinking feeling you realize you've just been sorted in with the brainy kids... not only nerds, but apparently smart enough to spot you for what you are at a glance. Somehow, you don't think you're going to have that great of a time in school this year.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|Aspareth5xEnd]]

"My ass... you're making my ass feel so good," you whimper as your mother teases around the opening with her fingers, while the little vibe buzzes away deep inside you.\n\n"My my, you're turning into quite the little ass slut, aren't you?" your mother replies in a teasing tone. "But this is a fun way to start the day too, so I suppose I don't mind." After a moment she snags the cord of the little vibrator and pulls it out, turning it off after it falls to the sheets. She instead reaches into the bag and pulls out a bright pink vibrator... not a particularly fat or long one, in fact you can't help but think of it as a 'a girl's first vibrator'. But nevertheless your mother quickly slips it into your ass and turns it on, making you moan and whimper as she begins giving the humming shaft smooth strokes into your eager ass. "It's taking it pretty eagerly, and look at this little thing getting all wet," she purrs, poking a fingertip at the front of your small, stiff prick.\n\n"A-ah, Mom," you whine as your dick oozes a bit more pre as it's poked.\n\n"'Mommy'," she corrects. "Cute little girls who like having their pussies played with should say 'Mommy'."\n\nYou blush with humiliation at that, but considering that the next moan out of your mouth does sound rather girlish, you give in, whimpering out, "M-Mommy, my a-... my pussy feels really good," as she works the vibrator into you.\n\n"Good, good," she coos, before slipping the vibrator out and switching it for a hot purple jelly dildo. She smiles, waggling the translucent thing at you, your eyes widening a little at its much more realistic shape. Then she presses the tip into place, and you feel your slick pucker gradually stretching around the head of it, the tip spreading you open until your asshole closes around the bottom of the head. Every squeeze of your tight hole makes the squishy material bulge and shift inside you, making you whine and shudder. Your mother keeps pushing it in until the shaped hot purple balls press against your skin, then begins working it in and out, fucking you with it again. "You like that, baby? You like Mommy fucking your cute little pussy for you? Is it making you want to cum?"\n\n"Mommy! Mommy, my pussy feels so good!" you whine, pressing your head back against the pillow and crying out. "I-I'm cumming from my pussy!" you squeal, giving a long cry as your small, stiff cock starts spurting across your belly and chest. Your cry rises in pitch as it goes on, as if every shudder of your ass and spurt of your cum were making you sound more like an actual girl.\n\nEventually as you lay shuddering and panting, your mother slips the jelly dildo out of you and drops it aside. Pushing her thong down and stepping out of it, she reveals her glistening, dripping fat-lipped pussy for a few moments, before stepping into something else from the tote. She pulls the strapon up and into place, mming softly as the nubs on the inside of the worn part slip inside her, the long, thick, veiny jet black rubber cock attached to it swaying and wobbling as she tightens the straps. "Now get up on all fours, Mommy wants to give her little girl a proper fucking."\n\n"Yes, Mommy," you reply meekly, even those words coming out high and girlish. You wiggle out of your shirt to bare your chest, nipples having gone puffy and stiff and a little pinker than before. Rolling over, you rise up onto hands and knees, your stiff, small cock shaking beneath you. Your mother quickly climbs up onto the bed, slapping the heavy rubber cock against your ass and poking the tip against your balls a few times, making you blush and squirm more. Then finally she actually presses it up against your ass and starts to push in. Your eyes roll up in your head some as you're stretched much wider than before, your cock already oozing a steady stream of pre as the fat dildo pushes slowly and steadily into your ass. It sinks deeper and deeper in, stretching you open wide all the while, your pert buttcheeks spread apart by it as it sinks into you.\n\nFinally your mother's wide, lightly-padded hips are pressing against your rear, and she quickly grabs your waist and begins really fucking you. You squeal and cry out, every noise hitting a girl's register as that fat rubber prick pumps deep into your stretched ass. Your mother pants softly, smirking down at you with flushed cheeks, her tits bouncing heavily beneath the tanktop, one shoulder strap of it falling down and that side of the shirt dropping enough to display a rosy bit of nipple. "That's right, Mommy's going to fuck your pussy nice and hard for you every day now, baby," she half purrs, half growls as she pounds away at you with the strapon. "Mommy's gonna pick you out cute little panties to wear, then pull them down and stuff fat cocks up your little bitch pussy, you'll like that, won't you?"\n\nYour only answer is more girlish squeals as you assgasm, your small cock giving out a thin spurt of cum as your hole trembles around your mother's black rubber prick. She fucks you to three more assgasms, and from the sound of her almost whorish moaning goes through several herself before she finally pulls out of you, your lube-glistening ass reddened and slightly gaping. "Mm, I could do this all day. In fact, I think I will," she purrs, slapping the fat dildo against your pert ass a few more times.\n\n"B-but Mommy," you whimper. "What... what about Dad?"\n\n"Hm, that's true I suppose... your father will be home this afternoon and I suppose we need to decide what to do. How do you think we should greet him, sweet little girl...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[By acting as normally as possible.|QOKevScheme]]\n\n[[With a blowjob.|QOKevScheme]]

"Uh... heheh..." You giggle nervously, then venture, "Trick?" Both boys blink and just stare at you, so you continue sheepishly, "It's... it's trick or treat, so I pick... trick."\n\nThe boys exchange a glance... then rush you. You yelp and stumble backwards in surprise, then hit the tile hard on your butt when one of them practically tackles you. They might be quite a bit smaller and weaker, but there are two of them and have the advantage of you being in complete shock. Soon they have you flopped over on your front, only managing to struggle up onto your knees before the vampire-costumed boy has gotten your arms bent behind your back and sat on them, pinning you in that position.\n\nThe other boy hurries to close the door and turn off the porchlight before returning to where you're squirming and writhing under his co-conspirator. "What do you think you're doing?! Where are your parents?!" you demand angrily, trying to throw off your captor but not accomplishing much more than shaking your butt in the air. \n\n"They let us go by ourselves, because this is supposed to be a neighborhood of <i>responsible</i> adults," the t-shirt clad boy scolds, delivering a surprisingly hard slap to your ass and making you yelp. "Thought you wanted a trick?" he adds mockingly, before pushing up the bottom of your scanty witch costume. "Whoa, bro, check out her slutty panties!"\n\n"They are <i>not</i> slutty!" you huff, momentarily losing sight of the real issue. Admittedly, they are one of your fancier pairs, black satin with the (somewhat see-through) lace back, but they were one of your only black pairs and you felt you needed black with this costume. Then you give a little yowl of outrage as you feel said panties being peeled down over your rear and slid down your thighs until they're around your knees.\n\n"Whooooa," both boys chorus as they apparently stare at your ass, before you feel a pair of young hands starting to stroke over your (admittedly somewhat large) butt, squeezing to sink his fingers into the yielding flesh. The vampire leans forward and begins to do so as well, both of them rubbing and squeezing, ignoring you as you demand they stop or give little squeals of outrage whenever they squeeze or even occasionally slap.\n\nThe worst of it is, despite your brain being absolutely outraged and mortified by the situation, your body apparently doesn't care... all it cares is that your butt is getting a lot of attention, something you're rather partial to under better circumstances. You can feel heat growing between your legs, and the faint beginnings of wetness. The boy behind you doesn't fail to notice, his fingers moving from your butt down to start exploring the plump lips of your pussy, stroking up and down and even pushing into you.\n\n"Stop... s-stop," you plead, but are highly annoyed that your voice comes out all breathy and heated, so you don't exactly sound very authoritative. You don't actually hear when the boy undoes his zipper, but you certainly notice when he starts rubbing the tip of his cock up and down along your slit. You try to wriggle forward, but he grabs your ass with both hands and pulls you back as he plunges his slender young cock into your pussy.\n\n"Whoa, 'Ben', you're actually fucking her," the vampire boy says in awe as the other boy moans loudly, pressing himself tightly against you and grinding his hips against your ass. Ben doesn't answer, but instead begins thrusting and pumping eagerly. You shudder, feeling his eager prick start to churn you up... it's definitely not huge, but the sheer energy he's putting into fucking you is definitely starting to have an effect.\n\nYou feel a different humiliating jolt go through you as you hear the digital shutter-click of a cellphone camera. Unfortunately, it's combined with the much more physical jolt of being fucked by a horny young boy, and the humiliation only fuels your arousal. The shame of being photographed serves to fuel your shamed pleasure, and a little spark of it goes through you every time you hear the cellphone's camera noise go off.\n\nFinally, you can't take it anymore, and desperately muffle yourself down to a whimper as you climax. Your pussy squeezes around that frantically thrusting young cock, and you hear Ben gasp in shock. Him slipping out is probably as much surprise as anything else, his next thrust sliding his slender young prick along the cleft of your ass, his cum spurting out and spattering over the big pale curves of your buttocks.\n\n"Wh-whoa... that was totally awesome," he murmurs breathlessly, stepping back from you.\n\n"I want my turn now!" 'Dracula' chirps, then turns a bit and puts a hand on the back of your head. "Hey, you better stay like you are... if y'don't, I'll send out these photos, and y'never know but the cops might see them..."\n\n<hr>\n[[You didn't do anything wrong! Refuse!|HollyOctPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Um, that would be bad. Submit.|HollyOctPlaceholder]]

There are several other parties to attend throughout the month, and between blogging and decorating you decide you don't really have the time to arrange a party of your own. Besides, sometimes it's nice to stay in and focus on who the holiday's really for, the kids.\n\nYou decide to stick with a fairly simple outfit, no need to traumatize anyone. You have a nice witch costume that should work just nicely from a few years back! It's a bit late when you discover that the witch costume seems to have morphed into a "sexy witch" costume instead in the intervening time. Made of stretchy black cloth, it has long, loose-ended sleeves, a scooped neck, and a serrated hem, you don't realize quite how long ago you wore this until it's on. The scooped front is quite a bit tighter and shows quite a bit more cleavage than before, and the dress now hugs your hips, the actual hem only coming down to an inch and a half or so below them, with the tips coming further down your thighs.\n\nStill, after a few stretches and bends in front of the mirror, it still covers everything and it's not <i>too</i> titillating. You accessorize it with some orange and black striped stockings, bat-shaped earrings, black high heels and the witch hat that came with the dress originally. You do look a little more like you're going to a singles Halloween party than staying home to hand out candy, but oh well. Kids probably won't even notice.\n\nKids in your neighborhood are pretty dedicated to style, so you're not surprised that it takes until after dark before your doorbell first rings. You click across the entryway tile to the door and open the door, grinning as you immediately hear a duo of near-synchronous "Trickertreat!" It's a pair of boys, both about twelve, one of them wearing a classic vampire costume complete with white facepaint and red-lined black cape, the other wearing green pants and a white and black t-shirt... at first you think he's not even in costume, then you notice the bulky bracer-like thing on one wrist, must be some cartoon character.\n\n"Hey, you guys look great!" you chirp cheerfully, even if you don't recognize the one's costume for the life of you. You turn towards the entryway table... and blink. The pumpkin-style bowl platter you use you'd earlier filled with full-size Snickers and Reese's Cups is nowhere in sight. You glance back and forth, and don't see it anywhere.\n\nYou glance back at the boys and smile sheepishly. That bowl must be <i>somewhere</i> in your home, but for the life of you, you can't remember where it could possibly be other than on the side table where it's supposed to be. You could find it, but have no idea how long it will take you to find it, and it would be ridiculous to ask them to wait. What to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Apologize profusely.|HollyOct1x1]]\n\n[["Um... trick?"|HollyOct2x2]]

"F-fine, I'll be your... well, your toy," you murmur, squirming a little in place. Since it doesn't seem like you have much choice, despite the statement that you have a choice.\n\n"Good. Then from now on, you will refer to me as Sir. That is the only name you will need for me and the only way you will refer to me, unless I tell you otherwise. Understood?"\n\n"Yes, Sir," you say readily enough, if just a bit sulkily. After all he's made it pretty clear that he's not only in charge, but holds all the cards, what else could you say to that?\n\n"Good. Now, let's get started with your work." Your eyes widen as he calmly reaches down and undoes the fly of his pants, smoothly fishing out an already half-hard length of cock. He gives himself a few idle strokes to urge it to full hardness, his eyes never leaving your face as he does. "You will suck me off for the rest of the drive. If I don't cum at least once, you will be punished."\n\n<hr>\n[[Obey.|EricSir1x1]]\n\n[[Obey reluctantly.|EricSir]]\n\n[[Obey enthusiastically.|EricSir]]\n\n[[Refuse.|EricSir]]

You usually find yourself getting caught up in crazy stuff when you hang out with Kevin or Maya. Well, crazy by your definition anyway. Maybe it would be better to find some temporary employment. Preferably something quiet where you wouldn't have to deal with a lot of people and might even have time to read.\n\nYou hit the computer and pull up the job hunt section of Devilist, the local version of Craigslist, and spend awhile eliminating stuff like shopfront retail work, door to door sales, and obvious kook or troll ads. Eventually you narrow it down to a short list of things that would suit your abilities (and sensibilities), and that hopefully your parents wouldn't protest too much.\n\n[[Dogsitting|QODSStart]] - A guy named Jack is apparently going out of town for a few weeks and needs someone to watch over his dog, Shep. You'd be expected to stay at his house to feed Shep, keep him company, and play with him. You don't have your own dog but you've spent enough time around Kevin's two that you're pretty sure you could handle that.\n\n[[Housesitting|QOHSStart]] - "Mr. Aubergine" similarly is going out of town and wants someone to watch his home while he's gone, presumably to make sure disaster doesn't strike but if it does there's at least someone there to call the proper authorities. Again you'd be staying over for awhile, so it's basically like the dogsitting job... just without the dog.\n\n[[Network Monitor|QONMStart]] - A local tech company called Monofilament wants someone to monitor their network usage at night to "help increase security reaction". From reading it sounds like it involves staring at a monitor all night and making sure no one's trying to hack in or none of the employees are using the company network to download every pop song from the nineties, and calling an actual security person if something like that happens.\n\n[[Home Product Tester|QOHPTStart]] - A non-local company is looking for people to test out a variety of products. The best part of this one is that they send the stuff straight to your door and you just have to fill out an online form about how you enjoyed using it. It doesn't pay a whole lot, looks like, but hey, free stuff and the privacy of your own home.

"We... we can't do that," you murmur, after a moment of shocked thought. "I don't know if all of this is really real or not, but no way we can let those... those <i>things</i> have even more advanced super science than they've already got their claws on, who knows what they'd do with it." You glance at Jane, and receive a small, terse nod of agreement.\n\n"Oh, it's okay, I sometimes start wondering if the world is real too," Callie says cheerfully, giving herself a light rap on the side of the head. "After you've sucked your tenth raptor dick, you start wondering if this is the real life, or is this fantasy." She pauses, then begins singing, "Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality!"\n\nBefore Callie can continue to get her Queen on, the only door of the office slides open, making all three of you jump a little. A raptor looms in the doorway, nostrils flaring as it snorts. Since Callie pointed it out, you can make out that the stripe running down its back is a bit more squarish, practically a rectangle as it goes over the top of its head and along the start of its muzzle. Its head turns as it scans over all three of you, before it focuses on Callie and gives a demanding-sounding hoot.\n\n"Nope, still won't do it," she answers it plainly enough, shaking her head.\n\nThe raptor doesn't exactly look displeased. In fact you're pretty sure it gives that same smirk it had when it gassed(?) you earlier. It reaches off to the side with a forelimb and tosses a trio of silver-wrapped MREs and what looks like a children's book in the general direction of you and Callie, causing you to duck to keep from being hit in the head by the thin volume. By the time you've righted yourself the door's hissed closed.\n\n"What the hell?" you mutter in bewilderment, reaching over to pick up one of the packets and the book.\n\n"Like I said, they're pretty smart, it's probably some kind of psychological warfare," Callie answers with that seemingly endless good cheer, ripping open an MRE and pulling out a candy bar to munch.\n\nEyeing her curiously, you then look at the title of the book, wondering where they even found a copy of...\n\n<hr>\n[[... The Three Little Pigs.|Sauria22x1]]\n\n[[... Old MacDonald's Farm.|Sauria7x10]]\n\n[[... Curious George.|SauriaPlaceholder]]

"Maybe they gave out cards, or authenticators, or... something," you theorize, eyeing the keypad. "We should hurry, though, we don't know when those three we saw awhile back will finish up and start wandering around or something. I'll search the secretary's desk, you go check those clothes and stuff we saw back at the genetics lab entry."\n\nNodding, Jane hefts her rifle and heads back the way the two of you came. You head over to the desk and start skimming through the spilled pens and papers, then opening desk drawers and shuffling through their contents, looking for post-its, cards, keychains, anything that might have the password written down or displayed. Though you try to keep your attention split between your searching and keeping an eye and ear out for trouble, you soon become absorbed in your task. After going through each drawer twice and finding nothing, you're seriously considering righting the flatscreen monitor and trying to boot up the computer when you look up and find yourself face-to-muzzle with a raptor.\n\nSomething in your brain reacts to the shock by completely shutting down your normal reactions, so all that happens is your mouth dropping open like some surprised rube. The raptor's lips curl up in what distinctly looks like a smirk before it raises one forelimb and you hear a hissing noise. The view of its leathery brown face swims and you slump downward into darkness.\n\nYou come to laying on the floor, feeling like your head's packed in slightly damp cotton. Trying to shake off the sensation, you remember what you saw before you passed out and give a jolt, quickly checking yourself over. You seem whole and unmolested, though all your gear is gone, leaving you in just your bodysuit. You look around and find that you're in some sort of small office or computer lab, though it looks like all the equipment has been removed, leaving it in a state of mildly barren disarray. Jane is slumped against a wall nearby, looking as groggy as you felt a moment ago. Sitting nearby, her legs folded, is a pale-skinned woman in her twenties, her build slender and hair dark, green eyes shown off by the thick-rimmed squarish glasses she's wearing. She's wearing nothing but a pair of white panties and a white sports bra, showing off skin that looks smeared with... something.\n\n"Hi!" she greets cheerfully, waving one hand. "Been awhile since there's been other prisoners! My name's Callie, what's yours?"\n\n"Um... Sam. ... Prisoners?" You rub your head, trying to help bring back some focus. "The... the <i>raptors</i> have taken us prisoner?"\n\n"Oh sure. Some of them... you can tell by the blockiness of the stripe on their back... are what we called 'brain raptors' before, y'know, the whole 'dino apocalypse' thing," she continues, waggling her hands around to somehow indicate complete chaos. "They've got increased brainmass and a more developed cerebral cortex overall than the regular kind."\n\n"Are you saying," Jane rasps, her somewhat glazed eyes narrowing in a glare at the scientist. "That you took one of the smartest predators in prehistory... and you made it smarter?"\n\n"It was for Alzheimer's research," Callie replies in a defensive tone, putting a hand to her chest as if offended.\n\n"Look, nevermind that right now." You wave a hand, trying to cut off the argument before it gets started. "If they took us prisoner rather than just doing... whatever... to us, they must have a reason. Any idea what it is?"\n\n"Well. They've figured out how to work a lot of the equipment, to be honest," Callie says, tapping her cheek and glancing upward. "But some of the more experimental stuff, or the stuff with high-level lockdowns on it, or with really precise controls, I don't think they can manage that. They seem to have been trying to get me to work it for them or show them how. Maybe they figured you two would convince me or something."\n\n<hr>\n[[No way we're doing that.|Sauria7x9]]\n\n[[Sure, fine, whatever they want.|Sauria21x1]]

No more genetics lab computers, no more genetics lab, you figure, gesturing for Jane to take the left hallway. The two of you set off, following the curving hallway until you arrive in some sort of lobby area. It doesn't look like this place has been thrashed as severely as the rest of the facility... one of the potted plants has been overturned and the stuff on the (presumably) secretary's desk has been scattered around, but otherwise it's fairly whole. Even the lights are on, if dimmer than you imagine they'd usually be, and one bank of them gives a little flicker every so often. You wonder if dinos just haven't been thrashing around in here as much... or if they've actually been taking care to leave the place relatively whole?\n\nJane looks around the area, then finally rises out of her crouch. You do the same, your legs and back aching in thanks at returning to their normal stance. Jane trots over to the door set across the room from the hallway, a sliding metal job with a keypad. "It's not alphanumeric... so it's not like we can even guess that the password is 'dino69' or something. If we can't figure out the password, we're going to have to try something else." \n\n<hr>\n[[Examine the keypad.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Look for the passcode.|Sauria7x8]]\n\n[[Give up, try something else.|SauriaPlaceholder]]

Jane starts to step forward, but something makes you reach out and grab her arm to halt her. She tosses you an annoyed glance, but you shake your head and hunker down. You're not sure if it's wariness, fear, or something else warning you, but you slink down further and press your back to the wall, making it clear you're not going anywhere. Jane huffs and after a moment copies your posture.\n\nBoth of you listen to the woman moaning and gasping and the raptor grunting and trilling, and occasionally the faint sound of the dino's cock pumping into her wet cunt. It's only thirty seconds or so, but you find yourself almost yielding to the temptation to slip your hand down and start rubbing your pussy through your bodysuit, the gray material clinging to your folds tightly. Then you hear quiet clicks and thumps, and Jane nudges even more firmly up against your side and into the shadows below the window.\n\nA pair of raptors come walking down the hall, making little noises at each other, their cocks hard and swaying beneath them. Both are looking right at the door, apparently having been headed there this entire time. You let out a little rush of breath, realizing that if the two of you had tried to move on you likely would have walked right into them. One of them pauses and cocks its head a little bit, and you quickly go as still and silent as you possibly can. After only a heartbeat, the raptor follows its companion, apparently more intent on a sure thing than checking out vague possibilities.\n\nOnce they're inside, the second one in slamming the door closed with a quick thwack of its tail, you and Jane both risk another glance through the window. The raptor already fucking the woman gives a few greeting honks as it pulls out and steps back, apparently settling in to watch. One of the newly-arrived raptors leaps agilely up onto the table, drags the woman further onto it and flips her over, pulling her up enough to stuff its bestial dick past her lips and down her throat. Giving a hoot of eagerness, the second one leaps onto the table as well, its clawed forelimbs reaching out to lift her ass into position so it can thrust into her already well-used pussy.\n\nJane gestures for you to get down, then drops to all fours to crawl past the window and door, apparently wanting to minimize the risk of any of the three seeing the tops of your heads bobbling past. Once again you copy her, though this time you get a rather... interesting... view. Under the shirt-skirt, the crotch of Jane's bodysuit has been torn away, giving you a fairly clear view of her pussy... and the way it gleams in the dim light, as well as the wet streaks on the grey cloth still covering her thighs, indicate her current state. Looks like she wasn't exactly unaffected by the smell (or sight) from the office either.\n\nOnce the two of you are well away from the office, Jane pushes herself back up into her semi-squat position and resumes walking, with you doing likewise. You notice her cheeks are red and wonder if she's embarrassed at knowing you likely saw... well, what you saw. You're still trying to decide how you even feel about what you saw when you finally arrive at a large hallway arch reading "Genetics Lab". It looks like the raptors probably caught some employees here at one time... there are torn clothes and a few other items scattered around, though thankfully there's little to no blood on anything, indicating that it was more of an orgy than a buffet.\n\nThere are three hallways branching off, one to either side and one straight ahead, each with a silvery sign set into the wall with an arrow: "Design & Monitoring", "Implementation", and "Embryo Storage". The first two are a bit confusing, but after a moment's thought you figure out that the first must be the computers where they do the actual, well, designing of DNA, and the second must be where all the lab equipment actually is. Embryo Storage is at least obvious... that must be where they stick the newly-created monsters before they're actually put into an egg to be grown and hatched.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Design & Monitoring.|Sauria7x7]]\n\n[[Go to Implementation.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go to Embryo Storage.|SauriaPlaceholder]]

"Here, the genetics lab," you murmur quietly, pointing to the labeled area on the map. "If we can shut it down or destroy it or something, that's the end of creating more dinos. Hopefully that will count as a win for the scenario."\n\nJane wanders over and looks at the map over her shoulder, probably wondering if there's any way to take it with you, but settling for staring at it long and hard when she realizes it's too big. Finally she nods and turns towards one of the hallways, murmuring to you, "Do your best to keep low, avoid kicking anything around, and follow close but not too close."\n\nNodding, you fall in behind her, trying to copy her half-squatting gait and succeeding after a few minutes of practice. The two of you move carefully through the dimly-lit hallways, Jane leading the way towards the genetics labs, you trying your best to watch her back. Every so often there will be a screeching or honking noise from somewhere, making you jump and Jane freeze up. Each time, though, she just waves you on after a minute, apparently determining that the calls came from somewhere far enough in the facility to ignore.\n\nEventually, however, both of you stop at hearing a much closer and more steady noise. Low, regular animalistic grunting and trilling sounds from ahead, mixed up with distinctly more human-sounding moans. Jane gestures for you to stop, then crouches down further, proceeding a careful step at a time, the noises becoming steadily louder. You can even smell something... strange, musky and animal, and something else, but all of it distinctly sexual. You feel yourself flush, and try not to be distracted by the rush of arousal that passes through your body. After a moment, Jane carefully peeks up through the window set in the wall you're squatting beside, and you copy her.\n\nInside is some sort of office or conference room, at one point obviously nicely-appointed but now with most of the chairs overturned and the wall hangings knocked about. The conference table is still upright though, a naked woman on her back atop it, her hands gripping at the edges. Her large breasts sway atop her chest as a raptor pumps into its pussy, the beast's leathery lips parted in a toothy grin as it fucks her. She certainly doesn't seem to be resisting, either... in fact from the loud moans and the wetness gleaming on her thighs and the raptor's large, bright red and veiny cock, she gives every indication of enjoying herself. Every so often the raptor raises its head and gives a hoot or trill of what's obviously pleasure, or simply looks down at her and rumbles or grunts in undeniably masculine fashion, whatever its species.\n\nWell, looks like Jane definitely wasn't kidding about these things being horny and liking human girls. It's even holding onto her thighs to keep them spread and have a good grip as it fucks her! The smell, even from out here, is almost overpowering too, and you've got to figure the effect it's having on you must be some sort of... biological agent they emit, or something. Anyway, it looks pretty busy... but then again, who knows what might attract its attention...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to rescue the woman.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hurry on.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Wait.|Sauria7x6]]

Knowing better than to just wander towards strange sounds, you instead hiss out "Jane!" She immediately stops and looks towards you, and you give your head a little jerk towards the bush. She narrows her eyes and aims her rifle towards it, and you belatedly do the same.\n\nWith a screech and a flurry of leaves, the raptor leaps from its hiding spot. It looks a lot like the ones you remember from the first Jurassic Park movie... big, probably a bit bigger than you are, unfeathered leathery skin that's brown with almost tiger-like stripes running out from the thick black line running down its back. You take all that in before it lands between the two of you.\n\nYou yelp in surprise and stumble backwards, trying to aim your weapon, hesitating when you remember that Jane's on the other side of the thing. When it turns towards you, you stumble and fall on your ass, and the raptor focuses on you completely, taking a step forward.\n\nThere's a thunderous roar and the dinosaur jerks in place, its head wagging back and forth wildly as if it were trying to shake off something, before it collapses limply to the ground, revealing the gaping wound in the back of its skull. Jane trots forward, grabbing your arm and hauling you to your feet. "The back of the head, where the spine meets the skull, or close to where the throat meets the muzzle from below, those are the only two spots that put them down right away. Remember it." Working what you didn't realize was a shotgun slide on the underside of the rifle, Jane swears under her breath. "I was hoping to get further before we had to fire, they'll have definitely heard us. Come on."\n\nStill shaking a little at your first brush with a very real and obviously hostile dino, you follow Jane through the shattered glass of the front doors and into the lobby. Both of you take in the rubble-strewn dimness, the lights above flickering, a few of them still on, before Jane indicates a facility map attached to the back wall. "Figure out where we ought to go, I'll cover you."\n\nHurrying over to the map behind somewhat cracked safety glass, you scan over it, trying to decide what seems like a good idea.\n\n<hr>\n[[Genetics lab.|Sauria7x5]]\n\n[[Central Computer Lab.|Sauria13x1]]\n\n[[Hatchery.|Sauria14x1]]

"Right path, the breeding facility was definitely more in that direction."\n\nNodding, Jane guides the jeep to the right, zooming along the sometimes somewhat overgrown road, the jeep shimmying a little as it drives over the thick vines that have begun creeping across the pavement with the island apparently unmanned. Soon the facility is visible, the white stone building elegantly designed despite the fact that it would probably have been millions of dollars cheaper just to make it a big concrete bunker. Oh well, gotta show off that budget, you guess. Somehow it evokes the sense of every big mad science building ever, with the round central area with curving wings of the building coming off on either side... wonder why those two design elements are so popular?\n\nJane pulls the jeep right up to the front steps of the building, then peers cautiously out the windows for long moments before giving you a nod and piling out, her rifle raised and at the ready. You scramble out of the jeep as well, scanning the opposite area. It's still quiet, little more than birds cawing out in the jungle for noise... you've still yet to even see a dinosaur, much less be attacked by one, and it's an effort to force yourself to believe the threat is real.\n\nAs Jane starts moving towards the entrance of the building and you follow, you hear a rustling in the bushes to one side of the steps. You whip around to face them, but don't see anything. Glancing at Jane, she doesn't seem to have noticed, moving slowly and trying to split her attention between the doors ahead and the parking lot behind her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go check it out.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[["Go check it out"? Have you ever even SEEN a horror/action movie?!|Sauria7x4]]

"Hey," you whisper, getting a sharp, annoyed look in return. "Why don't we take one of the jeeps...?"\n\n"No keys," she hisses back. "There weren't any in the building that I could find."\n\n"Here, cover me," you reply, hurrying over to one of the jeeps. Jane curses but follows after you, trying to keep on guard in the wide open parking lot as you go to one knee, hand searching inside a forward wheel well. Finding nothing, you scoot over to the back one and repeat the motion. Giving a noise of accomplishment, you pull off a little black box and hold it up.\n\n"Dammit, why didn't I think of that?" Jane growls, catching the box as you toss it to her and sliding it open, pulling the key out. Soon she's behind the wheel and you're riding shotgun, though of course it's the first time you've ever done that while holding an actual gun. "We'll have to hope that the speed makes up for any warning the noise will give them."\n\n"I haven't even seen any of them, yet," you observe, watching out the window as jungle-like vegetation streams by outside.\n\n"Most of the predatory ones hunker down and hide during the day, and most of the big herbivores are out in the more open parts of the island closer to the center. But even that's not a guarantee," Jane answers, sharp eyes trying to watch the road and the area around it. "And a bunch of them are weird 'mutants' or whatever. I think whatever scientists made this place had perverted minds."\n\nAfter several more minutes, Jane swears quietly and lets the jeep slow to a halt in front of a fork in the road, the paths barely diverging. "Great. We should have brought the map with us, what was I thinking? Do you remember which way the breeding facility was?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Right.|Sauria7x3]]\n\n[[Left.|Sauria9x1]]

"I think you're right, the breeding facility is the most likely thing to 'win' the scenario if we go by action movie logic," you agree, looking at the last circle. "I mean that's always the big thing, right? Destroy the scientific innovation to humble ourselves before nature or whatever?"\n\n"If you say so, I never exactly looked into the meaning of this kind of stuff. I was in the fuckin' choir before I came to this stupid attraction," Jane says with a sigh. She glances at her wrist to check the time. "We've still got at least five hours of light, we'd probably better get started."\n\n"No time like the present," you agree, standing up. Then you pause and glance at the map. "Maybe we should combine plans? Raid the armory, then go to the breeding facility?"\n\n"Never work." Jan shakes her head as she walks over to a stack of magazines and starts slipping them into pouches on her belt. After a moment you head over and start to do the same, finding any spot to tuck an extra reload. "Raptors patrol the whole island, and like I said they're scary smart. They communicate too. There's no way to break into the armory without them noticing, and if we succeeded they'd probably surround the entire facility. The armory'd be great if we were going to hole up there or just come right back here after, but trying to hit it and then traveling all the way into the center of the island would be suicide. No, we'll have to hope we catch them by surprise by turning up there."\n\nAfter moving the shelves out of the way again, the two of you head back into the hallways. This time you're a little more on-guard, rifle at the ready as you follow Jane back towards the lobby. She leans against the door and stares out for a good long while, before finally nodding to you and pushing the door open, heading out into the parking lot.\n\nAs you follow her, you notice that there are several intact jeeps in garish green and orange paintjobs, complete with reptile scale patterns on the green bits. Jane doesn't seem to be giving them a second glance, but you recall that the road runs all the way to the breeding facility.\n\n<hr>\n[[Suggest taking a jeep.|Sauria7x2]]\n\n[[Trust her judgment.|SauriaPlaceholder]]

You curb your sudden desire to dominate and take a soft, careful breath. You have only a fairly general idea of what's in her hand, since it was only the two of you playing, but the chances that she'd be able to build something off your full house seem fairly good, when you step back and look at them. What's more, she's no idiot... you've watched her play, she's every inch someone who can run their own table with confidence and make these kinds of gambles fully expecting to win. You'd bet anything she suspects you can make at least three of a kind and is probably gambling on you to do just that, and it's why you made the bet. So instead you slip several of the cards out of your hand and lay them down.\n\nThe ponytailed girl glances at them before announcing. "Gwyn plays a flush, eight high."\n\nYou're rather pleased to watch Cara's jaw... well, not sag, but droop a little. She looks at your hand, at her own, at the river. She repeats the process once more, a bit more desperately. Finally she gives a soft hiss of "Shit" before yanking some cards out of her hand and throwing them down, as if just wanting to be satisfied that she at least tried.\n\nNow the dealer's jaw sags a bit too, and she opens and closes her mouth a bit several times before managing to clear her throat and speak. "Cara plays a straight, queen high. Gwyn wins."\n\n"God <i>dammit</i>," Cara mutters, throwing down the rest of her cards. "I could have <i>sworn</i> you had that house!" At your smirk and your raising of your unplayed cards, her jaw really does drop this time. "W-wha... you... you actually played a lower hand?"\n\n"It's called gambling for a reason, Cara," you answer simply, scooping up the pot and starting to stack it with quick, smooth motions that you almost surprise yourself with. Confidence builds many skills, it seems! Grinning at her, you glance up from arranging your money. "You have your own place?"\n\nHer mouth works a few times, then her jaw clenches, her eyes flicking around. Not everyone in the room is just an audience member after all... several of the players from earlier in the game stuck around to watch. It's clear she understands that if she tries to play it off or refuse you, her reputation as a gambler is over and through. Same if you tell one of them that after the two of you left she ditched you. She looks up at the ponytailed girl who's staring at her wide-eyed... then looks at you and sighs. "Yeah. An apartment. I'll... give you directions."\n\n"It's fine, I'll drive," you declare as you get up.\n\nShe's quiet the whole drive in your truck to her apartment, other than speaking up to tell you where to turn. It's only when you're walking up the stairs that she actually nervously glances at you. "Uh, you're not gonna make me do anything... weird... right?"\n\n"Well if I do, that's my right as the winner, isn't it?" you reply, unable to help being smug as you reach out and give her nicely full ass a squeeze, making her jump a little. Rather than just the quick squeeze, you knead a bit as the two of you walk down the hall, making her squirm. "C'mon now, Cara, you lost and now you've gotta go through with the bet you made. Isn't that the exciting part of gambling?"\n\n"... Maybe," she murmurs, her face red as she takes out her keys and opens the apartment door.\n\nThe room itself isn't overly opulent... it's in nice shape and decently sized for a student apartment certainly, but Cara's obviously used her money from gambling and whatever other financial endeavors she puts forth to outfit it with particularly nice furniture and appliances, the built-in stovetop being about the only rather aged, low-key thing left. It's a studio setup, with the bed right out in the open, and you strut over and flop down to sit on the side of it, unbuttoning your shirt. "Why don't you go ahead and strip down to your panties and bra?" you say encouragingly. \n\nYou keep your eyes mostly on her as you slip out of your own clothes. She's still obviously a bit hesitant, keeping her gaze down or off to the side as if afraid of meeting your eyes as she pulls off her shirt, baring the bikini top style black bra she's wearing. Unbuttoning her jeans, she slides them down over her ass and hips, revealing a pair of lacy black panties with a ribbon waistband tied at the sides of her round hips. She straightens up and rubs her arm, looking over to find that you're already stripped down to nothing but the dragon pendant around your neck... and her blue eyes widen. "H-holy shit, you're... you're, uh..."\n\nYou glance down at where her eyes are fixed. ... Huh. Your stiff prick <i>is</i> significantly larger than you recall it being. Like, much larger. Somehow you didn't think about it until she seemed so shocked. You guess being 'swelled with victory' or whatever isn't just a turn of phrase, since it comes well up your belly and almost to your chest now. Raising your head, you grin at her. "Hey, staring at it isn't gonna make your mouth any bigger. Get over here and on your knees."\n\nShe flushes again, obviously both intimidated by the size of your dick and annoyed at being ordered around. But either she's determined to see this through or she's starting to come around to your earlier point about trying to see the fun in the gamble win or lose, because she walks over and sinks to her knees between your legs, and there's little hesitation before she leans in and begins stroking her tongue up your long, thick pole, giving little sucks at it with her lips. As she drops her head down to start licking your balls, you casually reach out a hand to untie the top portion of her bra behind her neck, letting the garment fall forward and bare those full tits. She squirms, but keeps her attention on sucking and licking the root of your shaft now as you lean forward, using one hand to undo the other tie of her bra and the other hand to fondle one of those big tits she was waggling at you and the other players all night in hopes of distracting you, feeling her nipple stiff against your palm and the undersides of your fingers as you stroke and squeeze.\n\nWhen she raises her head and actually slides the tip of your cock into her mouth, you only give her time enough to bob her head and take in about an inch of it before deciding to take charge a bit further. Gripping lightly in her fluffy hair at the back of her head, you give her a light shove down, hearing her 'mmf!' loudly in surprise, her hands squeezing on your thighs. But she makes no move to resist even as you start urging her up and down over your prick and working your hips, effectively fucking her face from a sitting position. Even as she starts gagging and quagging from it hitting the opening of her throat, even as her throat visibly bulges from you pushing into it, if anything she seems to be getting more and more into it, her tongue lapping and slurping at you, her throat squeezing in hard swallows around you as churned-up drool dribbles down her chin and onto your balls.\n\nYou stop before feeding her your load though... ohhh no, you've got better ideas on where your first cum of the night is going. You yank her head up and off of your prick, leaving her gasping and staring up at you with slightly glazed eyes, her mouth open and tongue poked out a bit, chin wet and streaks of mascara running down her upper cheeks. Smirking, you lean forward and roll your tongue around her lips, just a further little gesture of claiming her mouth, before sliding off of the bed and pushing her forward to bend her over it. You grab the back of her panties and yank, the ties coming undone easily and baring her ass completely, as well as her dripping slit. You ignore the latter, though, instead using one hand to push one of her full asscheeks aside and direct your spit-dripping shaft elsewhere.\n\n"Have <i>me</i> fucked up the ass by well-hung guys, huh?" you growl playfully at her as you push forward against her pucker, spreading her tight rear hole open around your throbbing prick. Cara gasps loudly, jerking forward against the bed, then writhing gently and moaning loudly as you keep pushing into her, spreading her open deeper and deeper, until your hips are pressed against that nice round ass of hers. Grabbing her by the waist, you start slamfucking her, driving her against the bed, her eyes rolling slightly as she twists her fists in the sheets and shakes her hips like a whore. "How do you like that, huh? How do you like the one being fucked in the ass over a hand of cards?"\n\n"Oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Cara blurts out, in a way that says she actually likes it very much, thank you. Her hips keep bucking back towards you, and you're really not sure if it's her body or her mind directing them. Certainly the one has given over to you almost completely, her bare pussy steadily soaking your balls every time they slap against it, her ass squeezing eagerly around you as you pound into it.\n\nYou lean forward over her back, raising a hand to grip her hair again and yanking her head back, Cara giving a yelp that's somewhere between shock and orgasm as you do. "Who owns you?" you rasp in her ear, ducking your head to lick up the side of her neck before nipping at the lobe of said ear. "Who owns you, bitch?"\n\n"Ohhhh FUCK you do you do you own me," Cara gushes, both verbally and from her pussy as she cums hard, her whole body bucking against your thrusts. Any resistance or embarrassment she had seems to be rapidly dissolving into pure lust and need as she writhes eagerly beneath you. "You own me, you own me Gwyn, fuck me own me please please!"\n\n"What else owns you, hm?" you coo, nipping her ear repeatedly as you thrust into her. You're not sure exactly where all this is coming from, but it feels so right, so natural to make these demands of her. "What owns you?"\n\nWhatever your impetus for asking the question, Cara seems to just as instinctively know the answer, her lips actually curling up in a brainless smile as her tongue lolls out, eyes rolling as she moans out, "Your diiiiick, your dick owwwwwns me I belong to your diiiiick fuuuuuck!"\n\nGiving a pleased growl, you thrust forward, burying your prick inside her and starting to spill your load inside her ass, Cara squealing and bucking and cumming beneath you as you use her tight rear hole as a cum dumpster. You pull out in time to spill several long splatters over her ass before turning her around, stroking yourself around so that she's slumped to sit on the floor, stroking yourself to spurt the last of your load into her open mouth and across her face as she looks up at you with glassy, worshipful eyes. There's no hesitation but instead eagerness as you push forward and she quickly wraps her mouth around your cock, sucking and licking the shaft that was just seconds ago pounding her in the ass. Once you feel she's done a good job spit-shining you again, you push her up onto the bed and onto her back, making good on your earlier thought of fucking her tits, Cara obediently pressing them around you with her hands and licking at the tip as it emerges from them, those large breasts jiggling with the light impact of your hips as you fuck between them.\n\nYou fuck her all through the night and the rising of the sun, in whatever position that occurs to you. The same for all of the following day as you pump your cock into her while she reaffirms over and over that she belongs to you and wants you to fuck her harder and more and any way you want, with several breaks in between for short naps or her to make sandwiches for the two of you. Even as night falls she doesn't bring up the fact that the bet is almost over, nor does she bring it up as you use her and pleasure yourself with her all through the next day and night, just eagerly squealing and screaming and moaning that she's a slave to you and your prick.\n\nSometime around dawn on Monday you sit up from your latest fuck-induced nap, yawning and stretching. You glance at the sprawled, messy, and utterly satisfied-looking form of Cara beside you, briefly consider options, but decide to get up and go to the bathroom to pee. You scratch at an itch on your side several times and work your jaw, which for some reason is a bit sore. Okay sure you at Cara out for like three hours last night until she forgot how to talk except for your name, but that couldn't be it, you decide as you relieve yourself into the toilet, still scratching here and there. You move to the sink to splash some water on your face, scratching at a fresh itch on your jaw... then blinking at your reflection. You lean closer to the mirror, noticing a dark discoloration along your jawline... in fact, it's almost black. You run a finger across it, finding it feels a weird combination of rough and smooth, sort of like a firmer form of gooseflesh but closer together and slicker. A glance at your side where it's still mildly itchy shows that there's more black area, though with some streaks of red. "The hell?" you murmur, scratching at it a bit without thinking, and in so doing noticing that your nails are longer and darker than they were too. Curious about the ache in your inner jaw now, you lean forward and pull your cheek out with one finger, eyeing your teeth and noticing that some of them do seem to have shifted shape.\n\nThat... is definitely weird. Maybe you should see someone about this, you think as you frown at your reflection.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go see a doctor.|GwynLiam4x7]]\n\n[[Go see Liam.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Eh, it's probably fine.|GwynLiam]]

"I'll just kind of feel it as I go," you decide, raising your hands. "Whatever amount of energy feels proper is what I'll put into it."\n\n"Hmmm, that should get a pretty good result, Master, very intuitive. Okay, go ahead!"\n\nNodding, you turn your hands towards the circle, focusing on it as you murmur, "Summon Being." You can feel magical energy start to flow out of you and into it, the circle starting to glow. You do your best to just intuitively use the right amount, but... it's strange, it's like the longer it goes on, the less like your energy is actually coming out of you completely and more like it's stretching, wrapping around something it's drawn to, and-\n\nThere's a golden flash from the summoning circle bright enough to make you reflexively fling an arm in front of your eyes, and even then you still see spots despite all your various resistances. You can hear someone spluttering and coughing, and gradually lower your arm... then feel your shoulders go slack and your jaw drop at the sight of what's in the center of the circle.\n\n"W-what the hell? What just happened?! I was in school, then I was... <i>nowhere</i>, now I'm in... a really cool throne room?"\n\n"Mayaaaaaaaaaa!" Mary squeals happily, leaping forward and flinging her arms around the results of your gacha summon, tail fwipping about happily. "Master! Look! It's Maya, Master! Master, it's Maya!"\n\n"Wha? Mary?" What does indeed seem to be your friend Maya puts her arms around the succubus a little numbly. It certainly looks like her and sounds like her... ... actually you think her boobs might be bigger, and her jeans definitely seem tighter around her hips and rear, and her belly's showing so maybe she's taller. Her hair also seems like it might be longer... aaaaaand you're pretty sure her eyes are glowing. But otherwise, yup, looks like Maya. "You're here? ... Wait, if you're calling that guy Master, does that mean... Jamie?!" she splutters, drawing back and pointing at you.\n\n"Uh... yeah, hi, Maya," you murmur, raising a gloved hand to waggle it a little, the other rubbing the back of your head.\n\n"Jamie what the <i>fuck</i> happened?! Why was I pulled into the Negative Zone or whatever during math?! Why are we in a castle?! Why do you look like the protag from 'An Archdemon's Dilemma'?!"\n\n"Oh! Oh! I can answer! I can answer!" Mary squeals, hopping up and down and waving a hand in the air. "Pick me pick me I know!"\n\n"So basically, unintentionally, when I snagged hold of this world and brought Master here, since we both still have at least some magical connection to you, Maya, you got dragged along at least partway," Mary explains once the three of you have moved to a smaller, more comfortable room and sat down around a table that Mary's supplied with snacks and drinks. "I mean I had no idea until now but with what you've said it makes sense. Sorryyyyy," Mary murmurs, poking out her tongue with a rueful smile, before letting her head hang. "I'm a doof."\n\n"Are you saying I could've been stuck in the void between worlds forever?" Maya asks flatly, looking over at Mary as she very pointedly bites through a small chocolate cake with lemon frosting.\n\n"Oh no no no, definitely not, eventually the 'inertia' and 'gravity' from Master and my's trip would have pulled you here fully anyway," Mary says, still looking contrite as she raises her head, hands on her knees. "In fact it's possible that it would have been like no time passed at all and you could have gotten here at the same point he did, once you had. It's just that when Master tried the gacha and 'felt out' how much energy to use, what really happened is he wound up feeling out his connection to you, and using the summon to pull you right here!"\n\n"I guess that explains it," you murmur, then blush a little as you glance aside at Maya without looking at her fully. "Um, so, does she have the same super stats and stuff that I do? And why is she, um... different right from arrival?"\n\n"It looks like she's got the same super stat setup and magic spell creation abilities, yes," Mary says, bobbing her head eagerly. "Probably because she latched on to your energy as she was summoned, and her body in this world used it as a 'template' to build on. As to the rest, well, she had to absorb energy to do that, and the energy around here is lewd, so-"\n\n"So I wind up snapping my bra and feeling like my jeans are making it hard to breathe, great," Maya mutters, holding up said snapped bra for emphasis, and incidentally making her expanded (and unbound) chest wobble a bit with the motion. "... Actually I mean I look really hot so I'm not <i>too</i> upset," she adds, dropping the bra and running her hands down her sides, while you sink lower in your seat and turn brick red. "What about the castle, though?"\n\n"Oh, Master's going to become a Demon King!" Mary chirps.\n\n"... Demon King?" Maya slowly looks over at you. "... Jamie?"\n\n"W-what, I can't?" you splutter, resisting the urge to pout at her. "I mean... isn't that one of the things a hax protagonist does in a case like this?"\n\n"It's one of the rarer bits of the genre but yeah, I guess. Just didn't figure you for it," Maya replies, tilting her head even as yours droops some from that (entirely accurate) assessment. After a second she hmms softly, then nods and stands, putting her hands on her hips. "You're right, though... with superpowers and a fantasy world around us, there's no reason not to become a Demon King! They're the really interesting ones, and it's not like they have to be blisteringly evil for evil's sake! Let's do it!"\n\n"Uh..." You blink a few times. "Let's? As in... you too?"\n\n"Yeah! You've already got a great start, and I'll help! You can be Demon King Jamie, and I'll... I'll be..." You could swear her own cheeks have gone pink, and are threatening to darken further, but she still sounds confident as she belts out, "Your Demon Queen!"\n\n<hr>\n[[A-alright!|QODK]]\n\n[[But... this is <i>your</i> castle...|QODK]]\n\n[[... Okay but Mary's first wife though.|QODK6x2]]

"... Wait, what?" Maya says, blinking.\n\n"Um, well... I mean, I guess it sounds like we're doing this, and you wanna do this, and that's great and all," you murmur, trying to remind yourself you're a Demon King and not the scrawny kid who stays unnoticed so no one picks on him. "I'm actually really happy with that and you can be Demon Queen and stuff, but... Mary's the one who made all this stuff possible for us, she's the one who stated her feelings first, and we've kinda already... done stuff... so it's only fair if she's, y'know... first."\n\n"Plus, y'know, part of the narrative structure," Mary pipes up, rising up from behind you and holding up a book titled 'Your Guide to Living In a Stereotypical Anime Story'. "In a harem anime, the zany magical girlfriend always has an edge in getting picked over the childhood friend. Sorry Maya."\n\n"Arrrrrrrgh, dammit, you <i>are</i> the zany magical girlfriend!" Maya howls, clutching at the sides of her head. "Curses, I played right into turning him into a harem protag! Now I'm second wife, dammiiiiiit!"\n\nYou feel like your life has gotten awfully meta ever since you agreed to isekai yourself. Still, at least this is letting you not blush and stammer yourself into oblivion. "I mean, it's not like a big deal, I'm not gonna... treat you any different, or anything, or... ... I'm still surprised you're even interested. I mean, even if I have super stats and this new pretty boy look, you still know it's... me."\n\n"... You are such a dink," Maya says with a huff, before moving over to lean down and kiss your forehead. "Yeah. I know it's you. That's why I want to be your Demon Queen. Goofass."\n\n"... Oh," you murmur quietly, eyes widening slightly.\n\n"Heheeeh, how wonderful!" Mary does a little spin in the air, fingertips to her cheeks, then 'hms'. "But hurray! Master's decided to make us his brides! I'm so happy~, even happier than if it had just been me! Especially since we can get to <i>consummating</i>!"\n\n"Oh now I like where this is going," Maya says with a smirk, straightening up and rubbing her chin. "Skip the ceremony and go right to consummating, huh?"\n\n"... Um..." Your cheeks go red. "C-consummating, huh?"\n\n"Yup! Ooo, although, we should think about what to do with the kidnapped princess first," Mary notes, suddenly derailing your tunnel-seeking train a bit.\n\n"Wait, kidnapped princess? What?"\n\n"Yes, one of the things that set Master on the path to Demon King-ery was that we found a princess who had been kidnapped and just sort of took over her kidnapping. It's a very Maou sort of thing to do, of course! Master has her in storage now, but if he's going to become a Harem Master style Demon King..."\n\n"Well <i>obviously</i> he'd need to add the princess to the harem too, yeah," Maya says agreeably, with a nod.\n\n"Uh." You blink several times. Open and close your mouth several times. Raise a finger to interject. Lower it. Finally, you just look at Maya. "You're... handling this awfully well."\n\n"Maybe I have a super adaptability stat or something too. But whatever, if this is what we're doing, it's what we're doing. But I assume what Mary means is whether we want to add the princess to the harem <i>now</i> or <i>later</i>."\n\n"Right right!" Mary chirps. "If we add her noooow, so that she can (hopefully soon) take part in the same consummation as the loving union between all of us, we can bring her into the fold and make her a proper waifu! With a little prepwork and seduction by all involved, of course." Then Mary's smile turns into a bit of a leer. "Or we add her in later..."\n\n"And she's more in the vein of a 'fuck-addicted sex pet who acts normal sometimes but is motivated totally by getting dicked down'," Maya picks up smoothly. "As y'do in some of the 'demon lord as protagonist' series."\n\n... Wow Maya's been reading some even pervier fantasy manga than you have. Still, you guess it's a legit option. Make the Princess a proper part of your love interest harem... or just turn her into a harem slave?\n\n<hr>\n[[Waifu her.|QODK]]\n\n[[Mindbreak and ahegao her.|QODK]]

You're looking for where Mix got to, not what your boss is up to after hours... well, you're assuming that Mix isn't in there causing those noises. Admittedly if you don't find her anywhere else, you might take a peek, but...\n\nYou pad quietly out into the forward area that includes the entryway and the social areas. She's not sitting reading or anything. You're on your way towards the doorway to the outside showers when you hear something coming from the guys' dorm hallway. Wait, was that Mix's voice?\n\n"Mmmyeaaah!"\n\n... Yup, Mix's voice. As you walk down the hall, the sounds of obvious sex get louder and louder, making your face heat as you approach. One of the room doors is practically half open... there's no need to carefully position yourself to peek through, just pressing to the wall and poking your head carefully around the doorframe is enough as you try not to be spotted.\n\nThe room is larger than yours, obviously intended to sleep four or so and serve them as a private area. But there's at least a dozen men in the room right now, sitting on beds or standing around, all of them naked and stroking their cocks... the shapes, colors, and exact sizes vary, but 'long and thick' seems to be something every single one of the convict farmhands has in common. And there, in the center of the room amidst the beds, is Mix. She's sandwiched between one guys, the one above eagerly pumping into her ass while the one below can mostly just bump upwards with his hips while fondling her green tits. Another guy is fucking her mouth almost as eagerly as the one on the other side is pounding her asshole, his balls slapping against her chin with every thrust. And she's just as eagerly stroking and jerking two guys on either side of her, their cocks dribbling surprisngly large amounts of clear pre all over her fingers and down her wrists.\n\n"Pfwah!" Mix gasps out as she pulls her head back enough for the guy in front of her to slip out, his thrusts rubbing his prick all over her face and smearing her own saliva over her skin. "Ohhh fuck yeah, this is the one part of farm life I definitely missed!" she moans happily, before moving to shove her mouth and throat over that prick again and bobbing rapidly, even as the guys to the sides of her start spurting thick, gooey loads all over her sides and back, creamy white dribbling down over her fingers as well.\n\nOh, uh, wow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hurry back.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Keep watching.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Go in.|GGOri]]

Hm, why get fancy right out of the gate? Just some good old-fashioned surprise sex is plenty for the first time. Grinning, you concentrate on mentally forming the spell arrays in the book and subtly flick your fingers. Dozer immediately goes into fliptop jaw mode yawning, before curling up around himself and settling into sleep. Jane's right in the midst of giving him a fond look when you pounce on her.\n\n"H-hey! Cyan, stop!" she yelps, looking at you in shock, then quickly and furtively glancing at Dozer as you wrestle with her. The dog doesn't so much at twitch at the sounds of the tussle and her yelp, though, which seems to surprise her into momentary inaction as much as anything else. \n\nYou're already quite a bit stronger than she is anyway, so with that it's easy enough to haul her around onto all fours, gripping her ponytail with one hand and using the other to grab her jeans, yanking them down and back and forth roughly, getting them down around the tops of her thighs with just a few tugs. Maybe the fact that a very obvious girl is doing this is what keeps her shocked into further stillness, since you have plenty of time to undo the front of your own pants, using that hand to aim before shoving most of your long, thick prick into her in a single thrust.\n\nJane cries out loudly at suddenly being filled with cock, and you shift your grip to her waist and begin thrusting hard, not holding back in the least on fucking her as rough as you want right from the get-go. She quickly starts begging and pleading for you to stop in between her cries, but you can already hear some moans and pleasure starting to seep into her words, even as you can feel her pussy growing more wet and hot around you by the second. A side effect of being a wicked witch is, apparently, people can't help but get off when you fuck them.\n\n"Mmmm, yeah, you like that, don't you, slut?" you coo at her, your cock twitching and growing just a bit harder at her answering whimper of shame, humiliation, and arousal. "You just love me raping your naughty little cunt with this big fat prick, you were probably hoping to get raped all this time? Don't worry, I promise you I'll give you a <i>very</i> thorough fucking you won't forget!"\n\n"Nh, nh, nh, nh, please, ah," Jane whimpers as your balls swing forward to slap against her, getting soaked with her juices in the process. At this point it's not even entirely clear whether she's saying 'please stop' or 'please more', which suits you just fine. \n\nOh yes, fucking this little runaway bitch was definitely the right choice... her pussy fluttering and squeezing around you as she desperately tries not to enjoy being violated is just the best! Hm... but now that you've started, how to continue?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just fuck her to exhaustion.|RoadWitch]]\n\n[[Modify her.|RoadWitch]]\n\n[[Corrupt her.|RoadWitch]]\n\n[[Overload her.|RoadWitch]]

You have to admit, the high stakes do sort of make it sound fun... plus you also have to admit, you wouldn't mind pinning her down and fucking those tits and painting that smug face with a load of cum. You keep all of that off of your face though as you shrug. "Sure, why not, sounds fun."\n\n"Good! I call, then," Cara declares, shoving the rest of her money into the pot. "Someone wins all of this, and a day's absolute obedience from the other person."\n\nYou nod, glancing down at your cards, and the river. By the rules of Soviet Hold 'Em, the last person to bet is the first to show their cards, with calling not counting. That means that you have to decide which of the cards in your hand to play to make up a hand with the cards in the river. It looks like you actually have two hands you could make... a slightly weak flush with an eight high, or a full house. Obviously the full house is the better hand, and you can't keep a bit of a glitter out of your eyes at the thought of Cara's jaw dropping when she sees it, and the realization that you're going to get to spend all night and all day making her do whatever you want, as well as walking away with her money. The feeling of properly decimating her would really add a nice touch to the whole thing.\n\nAnd yet part of you feels a certain... trepidation. She did just say she loved to take down someone who was King Hot Shit... maybe that was the universe, as well as her, warning you not to get too full of yourself. ... But it's still the higher hand, right? Better to play? ... Hm...\n\n<hr>\n[[Play the full house.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Play the flush.|GwynLiam4x6]]

You were a little leery at first of the idea of covering your suit up with a hooded black cloak from Sierra's pattern recreator, but despite the fact that no one seems to be wearing another one (that you can see in the crowd outside the docking spire), no one seems to be paying any attention to you, either. Keeping it pulled forward a bit over your face, you navigate through the bustle, keeping a hand on Ami's back to make sure you don't suddenly lose her, until the two of you can find an empty spot near the wall.\n\n"Okay, Ami, where do you think we should start looking?" you murmur, keeping your voice down and glancing around to see if anyone seems to be paying particular attention to you.\n\n"Um, let me think." The blue-haired girl looks out at the crowd, seeming slightly more nervous than usual. It's not shoulder-to-shoulder packed, but there is a steady, constant flow of humanity. Or... personanity, or whatever you'd call it, with plenty of what look like humans, or humans with funny ears or bumpy noses, but also a good number of things that look either vaguely like animals you're familiar with or just out-and-out strange things from a horror movie. "We could go to Commerce Central, that's on one of the interior rings, it's where most of the shops and entertainment areas are, and the part of the station I know the best, um... because it's where Amis and Abes are sold," she adds with a glance downwards.\n\nShaking off the obvious closing-in melancholy, she looks up at you again. "Um, and there's the bar my first owner went to all the time, Positron's. It's basically where a ton of the shady deals on the station occur or are set up, at least according to him, so... I guess it'd be a good place to look for information, or an informant, or something."\n\nShe considers, brow furrowing as she looks out towards the station in general, then back at you. "The only other two places I can think to look are the Pleasure Ring or maybe the Dark Hub. The Pleasure Ring is the innermost hub and it's expensive to even get inside, but I guess it might be where some royal-type people would hang out. The Dark Hub's what they call... well, it's basically where all the weapons and programs and substances that aren't supposed to be sold are sold. I'm not sure how likely these bounties are to be doing that, but if they think they're being chased maybe they've been there...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Check out Commerce Central.|Cypher5x4]]\n\n[[Check out Positron's.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Check out the Pleasure Ring.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Check out the Dark Hub.|Cypher]]

Deciding to get off your feet for just a little while, you head over to the chair and turn to flop heavily back onto it, sighing happily as you sink into the thick cushions both below and behind a little bit. Resting your hands on the equally cushy arms, you wiggle around a little, getting comfy. If it was a recliner you'd really be in business! You lean your head back and start to really relax fully, letting some of the earlier tension and the days of being on the road leech out of you.\n\nAlmost the moment you've really, fully relaxed, the armrests wiggle under your hands and forearms. Part of them shifts and extends, turning into cloth pseudopods that wrap themselves around your wrists and clamp them in place, forcing them to sink a bit deeper into the remaining cushion. "Whoa, hey!" you yelp, struggling against the chair, only to feel your ankles being enfolded similarly, holding you in place and leaving you able to do little more than yank your shoulders back and forth and wiggle your hips. The cushion under you ripples a little, before extending two pseudopods of its own which grab hold of the waistband of your pants and start hauling them down, pulling them over the curve of your ass and sliding them to about midway down your thighs.\n\n"What the hell are you doing?!" you squawk, shock making you forget that you're demanding answers of the furniture... albeit highly animated furniture, apparently! But apparently it decides to answer you, since it retracts the pair of thick cloth tentacles it used to grab your pants, and instead juts a single, longer and slightly thicker one up from between your legs. "H-hey, no way!" you blurt, even as the cloth tentacle bends down, rubbing its blunt-ish tip along your bared folds, flicking against your clit at the top. "Mmf! C-c'mon, lemme go, if this is about sitting on you too hard I'm sorry," you try, wriggling in place, feeling the stimulation starting to cause a physical reaction... especially when the rest of the cushion starts kneading your ass rather thoroughly, squeezing and massaging in a way a normal massage chair couldn't hope to match.\n\nYou're soon panting and gasping, your face flushed and arousal soaking into the cloth of the tentacle as it works around against you. You give a loud cry as it suddenly plunges in, the thick, stuffed pseudopod cramming itself into your wet pussy, then starts pumping in and out, fucking you thoroughly, the rest of the cushion using a kind of wave motion to bounce you up and down on top of it. More tendrils extend from the back cushion, yanking your top open and starting to toy with your jiggling tits, the cloth rubbing over the piercings and stimulating your stiff nipples, making you moan and gasp all the louder.\n\nYou grit your teeth and squeeze your eyes closed, trying to resist the pleasure of being raped by the chair, despite the fact that it somehow seems to be hitting all your buttons. The texture of the wet cloth as it pumps into your pussy provides extra stimulation, the kneading of your ass and bouncing you is keeping you unfocused and pleasured, and the damnedest thing is it's still a <i>really</i> comfy chair even as it fucks you. Your eyes roll up and your body shudders as you climax for the first time, your pussy squeezing the stuffed invader inside it and soaking the cushion even further, but the chair doesn't even slow down, let alone stop. You continue crying out as it bounces you on its thick cloth cock and toys with your tits, keeping you too distracted by the pleasure to do more than occasionally struggle feebly against its hold on you and cum repeatedly.\n\nFinally, after what must be hours (and no rescue from the rest of the party), it finally retracts its blue cloth cock-tentacle back into its cushion, leaving your abused and over-stimulated pussy gaping a little and dripping onto the already soaked cloth. It retracts the others as well, and gives both its seat and back cushions a little roll that topples you out of the chair and onto the floor heavily, a reflexive 'oof' escaping you as you wind up face down with your bare ass and well-fucked cunt in the air. You pant heavily, unable to even think of moving for at least a minute, shudders and small aftershock orgasms rippling through your body.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get back in the chair.|GGRogue11x2]]\n\n[[Try to get away.|GGRogue12x1]]

"So what's up?" Max asks as she follows you into your room. "What's this big deal you wanna show me? Is it related to your sudden bad fashion decisions?"\n\n"You could say that," you answer with a snort as you close the door. It's not your fault, sweatpants are just sort of a necessity now, and even then it's kind of hard to hide. Oh well, you're managing. You turn to your petite, purple-haired friend, then reach under your t-shirt. As she watches curiously, you fiddle with the binder you're wearing under it... and resist the urge to smirk as her eyes widen at the sight of your freed breasts seemingly expanding, pushing the shirt out tight and raising it up along your midriff.\n\n"Holy shit," Max murmurs, then clears her throat, looking annoyed. "So, what, did you just bring me up here to brag about the puberty fairy dropping her entire load of magic dust on your chest, or what...?"\n\n"Not fairy, but yes magic, and not all on my chest." You can't resist the smugness now as you push the sweatpants down and let them drop, revealing your half-hard equine cock. Max stares with a slack jaw as you start stroking it, moaning lowly as you urge yourself quickly up to full hardness.\n\n"H-how... how... what...?" the smaller girl squeaks.\n\n"Told you. Magic. Now, shorts and panties off and bend over the bed."\n\nMax's face flushes bright red, and she opens and closes her mouth several times as if to voice some outrage. And then... she starts fumbling with the button of her baggy black denim shorts. A moment later, they hit the floor, followed by the pair of purple panties she was wearing under them. You're not sure what it is... maybe some leftover magic from your little VR experience, or maybe just the sight of such a huge horsecock jutting from your lap as some kind of symbol of authority, but every single person you've brought up to your room and shown it to has obediently bent over the bed and presented themselves at your command, just like Max is doing now, lifting her pert little ass up high.\n\nShe shivers and grips fistfuls of your sheets as you move up behind her and begin lightly slapping your stiff shaft against her buttocks. "It... it'll never fit," she almost breathes in protest... though even she doesn't sound so sure if she's protesting you trying to put it in her, or that she won't be able to take all of it.\n\n"It'll fit, every last inch," you coo at her. After all, it fit in Leslie's sodden hot snatch, and in Kev's tight squeezing ass, after all. You smirk some as you rub the flared head up and down Max's bare slit, watching her shiver and wiggle in response, feeling her get hotter and wetter against you with every second. Whatever magic that crossed over from that superrealistic virtual environment, apparently the perverted version of Twilight Sparkle there had an amusing way of phrasing her intentions for you once you got back to the real world. You lean forward as you sink inch after inch of horsecock into your friend, listening to her whimper and moan, feeling her already starting to cum around you, and whisper in her ear:\n\n"I'm gonna do you hard, Homework."\n\n<b>Cyan's Porno</b> end - <i>Lots and lots of homework</i>

"Yeah, sure, lemme get changed," you note, getting up.\n\nYou really only change your shirt, into a new one you spotted the other day that you thought looked good... a black button-up formal shirt, which you leave the top few buttons of undone and flare the collar just a bit (without going full "popped"). Feeling like you might have vaguely sort-of achieved something like cool, you and Allen head off to the party that night.\n\nThe moment you arrive, you're drawn to the old, ivy-overgrown building where a fair bit of traffic seems to be going in and out of... it's like you can hear the sound of dollar bills hitting the tables from here! You make a beeline inside, finding it set up somewhat haphazardly like a real casino... there's a number of tables around, and it looks like someone actually managed to get ahold of a fair few (older) tables specially made for blackjack, poker, and even a roulette wheel. The tables very nearest the door are using chips handed out by a bored-looking student sitting at a little table right by the door, but everything past that rather perfunctory buffer seems to be using real money. You can feel your pulse quickening at the sight of the money laying in piles, being shuffled about, stacked up again and dealt out into the pot. Damn, it's almost enough to make you hard!\n\nLuckily before you came you withdrew a sizeable amount from your newly flush accounts to get in on the action. While you were never a terrific gambler before, you seem to have discovered a fresh acumen for it as you make the rounds of the tables... maybe it's all the studying of numbers helping you with probabilities, or maybe you've just come into your own, because you are cleaning up. In the first ninety minutes you've almost doubled the amount you came with, and by three hours in you have to make a brief visit back to your dorm room to safely tuck away some of the cash before returning. When you do, you're greeted at the door by a cute girl in a ponytail who beams at you.\n\n"Excuse me! You've been invited to a more private... and high stakes... game!"\n\nOho. You like this... well, assuming it's not just a plan to jump you and take your money. 'Let 'em try,' you find yourself thinking, perhaps a little full of yourself after all that winning, but you still don't think it's too likely since she's just leading you upstairs. One of the rooms is mildly smokey, and the poker table at the center is edged with more typical 'poker player' drinks like glasses of whiskey than the more typically college-ish libations downstairs. Various of the players look older too, probably not even students, but at least one looks like she's only a year or two older than you, sitting across the table looking at you smugly as you approach.\n\n<img src="images/Cara.png">\n\n"Huhu, so this is the guy that was cleaning everyone out downstairs, huh?" She declares. Her hair is dark and a bit fluffy, cut around the level of her jawline, and her blue eyes have an almost feline set to them. She's obviously dressed for distraction, though not too terribly so... her loose t-shirt drapes off of one shoulder, showing off the string strap of her bra and drawing the eye either down to her large breasts or up to the ribbon choker around her neck. "I'd wonder if you were some sort of hustler, coming in from out of nowhere like that, but apparently you didn't actually try to fool anyone. You've either got the biggest case of beginner's luck ever, or you're just a talented newbie."\n\nYou give a shrug as you move to sit down at the empty chair at the table, waving the ponytailed girl off when she asks if you want anything to drink. "Either way, you must think I'm worth bringing up," you note. "I guess this is your game?"\n\n"Well your money's invited for sure, huhuhu," she answers, a round of chuckles going around the rest of the table. "But yeah, my game. I'm Cara. They call me Cash Queen Cara... but some nights they also call me Card Queen Cara!" she declares.\n\nYou give her a rather dubious look. "Do they really?"\n\nInstantly her own expression goes flat. "Look, it doesn't matter what they call me." Means 'no'. "The fact of the matter is that this is a real high-stakes game, if you don't want to get cleaned out of your savings, you better drop out now."\n\nYou shrug, glancing at what's already in the pot before tossing in the obvious ante. "Alright, what's the game?"\n\n"Soviet Hold 'Em." At your obvious questioning look, Cara smirks. "It's a sharing-based little variant of my own design. They say in poker, you don't just play the cards, you play the other players. Well, in this case that's literally true... you don't just blend cards from the river to make your final hand, you can play cards from the last person to show their hand before you <i>and</i> the river. As long as you use at least two of your own cards, you're free to mix and match. Keeps anyone from being too comfortable with what they've got if they're not paying attention to what the other players might have."\n\n"Interesting. Alright, let's play."\n\nThe ponytailed girl is also apparently the dealer, as she moves to shuffle a deck and dispense cards to everyone. You quickly find the experience both intense and exhilerating... like downstairs, you find your brain racing to protect your money and to acquire more, honing in more and more on what the odds are of what the other players have by what's shown in the river, and by their body language, the way their eyes move, how they suddenly start feeling like ordering drinks. But bit by bit stacks of cash are whittled down, other players leaving either having left their all on the table or snatching up the last few hundreds they have left and slumping out the door. Finally it's down to just you and Cara, you eyeing her calmly across the table, her still looking rather like a smug cat. "Still plenty of time to drop out," she declares brightly. "Fold now and alllll that money in the pot is yours! That's more than enough to pay off your entire degree and maybe a good portion of a decent condo after you graduate, not something to sniff at!"\n\n"I guess your encouragement has nothing to do with the fact that you don't have enough money on your side to call?" you note dryly, quirking an eyebrow.\n\nHer smirk falters briefly, before she pushes it back into place, though her eyes are narrowed in annoyance now. "Yeah, fine, maybe I don't." Then the smirk slips into something even more sly. "Well how about we get a little... stereotypical... then?"\n\n"What, like calling each other cheats and pulling six-shooters?" you ask with a chuckle.\n\n"Different kind of stereotype. Let's make this all-in interesting! Whoever wins takes the pot... and also has to be the other person's slave for a day, and do whateeeever they say," she coos, leaning forward a bit and giving her shoulders a shake enticingly... before her smirk takes on a leering edge as she adds, "I know a good few well-hung studs I'd love to see you take it in the ass from, baby, it'd be so hot. Especially since a couple of them were guys you cleaned out at the table tonight."\n\nYou can't help but flush a little at that, both in embarrassment and anger, but you force your expression to stay even despite your pinkening ears. "Made this sort of bet before, huh?"\n\n"There's nothing quite like watching some King Hot Shit stare in astonishment at the cards on the table as it slowly sinks in that he's going to be getting a fat cock in his ass in about ten minutes," Cara purrs, and from the glitter in your eyes you don't think she's just using an intimidation tactic. "So what'll it be, Gwynny? Risk it all, including your hot little hole, for a chance to take it all home and me too?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yup, risk it all.|GwynLiam4x5]]\n\n[[Actually, you're only interested in what's in her pants.|GwynLiam]]

Trying to catch your breath, you sit up some and prop yourself up on your hands, staring down at the half-hard thing jutting from your lap. It's real... as if just having jerked it to two orgasms hadn't proved that. You lift the front of your panties and peek down... the balls are too, albeit as smooth and hairless as you usually keep your crotch. (What? You like panties with slim fronts.) Rubbing some fingers between your legs finds no hint of your pussy, just largely smooth skin. You let the panties snap back, wincing a little as you realize you should be a little more careful with that now.\n\nYou look over at the bag of candy. Eating one... it really gave you a cock. ... Blue pills. ... Dammit! Smacking a hand to your face, you keep it there for a moment as you realize how sticky and gooey it feels. Sighing, you pull it away, lookiing at the glistening smears all over your fingers and palm. Okay, obviously you have a situation here, but before you do anything else, you really need a shower and some fresh clothes. You feel... really thoroughly sticky. Actually thinking about it causes your new cock to stir a little, and you blush. Yeah, probably good to get cleaned up ASAP.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go now.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Wait a little while.|GGCandy5x2]]

"Mm. You know... you were such a good little friend to the human Cyan, always ready to be by her side," you muse aloud, slipping your fingers out of the human's ass and using your hand to undo the front of your jeans. A thick blue cock and heavy balls immediately spill free, and the shaft quickly growing longer and thicker by the moment. You wrap your hand around it and guide it to Leslie's twitching pucker, then shove in hard, reveling in her scream, and the feeling of her pussy splashing against your balls as she cums against her will. "I think it's only fitting I keep you near me in some capacity, don't you?"\n\nShe has no chance to answer you as you grab her hips and start slamming your cock into her hard, balls slapping against her sodden sex as you pound your prick into her pucker. Leslie yowls and wails, trying to kick her legs futilely as you rape her to orgasm after orgasm, her ass clenching around your demonic cock. You drive her against the edge of the table as you fuck her, your tits bobbling energetically under your shirt, at least until you reach up and rip it away one-handed, freeing the full, blue orbs to bounce all they wish. You deliver a few slaps to the blonde's ass, listening to her shriek and feeling her ass clench around your cock with every one. Ah, teenagers, even more susceptible to demonic lust than most mortals!\n\nSoon her shrieks and yowls fade into moans and gasps of a more purely slutty nature, her eyes rolling up slightly and her tongue lolling out, a bit of drool dribbling down onto the wooden surface of the table. You can feel the moorings of her soul start to loosen from her body just slightly... perfect, you can take part of it and corrupt the rest into the demonic energy necessary for the transformation. The question is, what should you turn her into? With an entire human soul to work with, you have a number of nice options.\n\nYou could turn her into a [[succubus...|GGHH7x1]] more of a peer than a servant, but then who says you can't make your own friends? As a step down from that, you could change her into an [[imp|GGHH8x1]], a near-mindless little servant that would really be more of an extension of your own will than anything else. Then again, there's nothing that says you have to change her into a humanoid demon. You could change her into a [[hellhound|GGHHPlaceholder]] if you wanted a pet, or a [[hell horse|GGHH6x5]] if you wanted a steed. Or a [[slime|GGHH9x1]], a truly mindless but possibly very useful sort of servant. At the far end of the "completely inhuman" scale, you could warp the girl into a [[Meat Forge|GGHH21x1]]... nothing but a tool for changing and transforming other creatures you'd give to it. You are in the perfect place for one, really, though it would essentially mean declaring this mansion as your new base of operations.\n\nYou make a thoughtful noise as you continue raping your victim up the ass, hearing her whimper like a whore as she cums again. Decisions, decisions...

Wait. Your mother is still downstairs, you're fairly sure. You're lucky she didn't hear you or walk in on you something already, you don't want to think of the sort of questions you'd have to answer (and can't) if she saw you heading to the bathroom with your cock out. You do your best to clean up with some tissues and slip under the sheets, shifting to do your best to make your condition less obvious just in case she does walk in.\n\n"Cyan! I'm leaving now!" you hear after a few minutes. "Do you need anything before I go?"\n\n"I'm good Mom!" you call back, trying to keep the eagerness for her to be gone out of your voice. "Thanks!"\n\n"Alright, honey, love you!"\n\nYou let out a sigh of relief once you hear a car door slam and the sound of the engine starting, tires rolling on pavement as she pulls out of the drive and away. Tossing the sheets aside, you pull off your shirt and wiggle out of your panties, trying to ignore the weird feeling of your cock shimmying back and forth limply with your motions as you pad naked down the hall to the bathroom. You start the shower, and pause for a moment to look in the mirror while it warms up. It's actually kind of weird how... natural... it looks on you, even with your perky B-cups and obviously feminine slender build. It's almost... girlish. For a dick. Looking at yourself actually seems to cause it to stir, and you blush as your nipples stiffen as well, realizing you're getting turned on just looking at yourself.\n\nYou quickly hurry to get in the shower, trying to ignore your now fully hard cock as you start rinsing the cum off of your face and chest. 'Maybe it's just temporary,' you think. 'It'll wear off, right? Whatever was in the candy will wear off.' Still, it's hard to focus on thinking that when your cock is practically begging for some more attention. It's not driving you nearly as crazy as before, but it does ache a little, as if pleading with you to take the pressure off.\n\nMaybe... you should...\n\n<hr>\n[[Enjoy it while it lasts.|GGCandy5x3]]\n\n[[Don't mess with it.|GGCandy13x1]]

A teenage ninja who steals stuff and pretty much does what she wants? Sounds right up your alley? Of course, it's only as you touch the image of the short-haired girl that you realize you've set yourself up to stay in a girl's body. ... Oh well, by then it's too late, you're already finding yourself getting sucked forward and into the icon. You get a very brief glimpse of a wooded area, and of the figure you're rushing towards...\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/EutnUx4.jpg>\n\n... when you impact and find yourself standing in the exact pose you saw. You blink a few times, bringing around the giant shuriken to stare at it. That's right, what the heck, who picks out a weapon like this?! ... Oh, that's right, you do! Because you're <i>awesome</i>! Ninja, ninja star, it's a completely obvious fit! Snickering a bit in praise of your own awesomeness, you tuck the weapon away and set your hands on your hips. ... Okay, maybe a little more dwelling on how awesome you are! You're Yuffie Kisaragi, hear to the leadership of Wutai! ... If Wutai can ever get out from under the thumb of Shinra.\n\nThat makes you deflate just a little, thinking of your dad and the rest of your family towing the line for those world-conquering jerkasses. But you'll fix it! You'll totally fix it! You've already got a fair bit of materia, and materia's where the money is these days. If you can get more materia, get it leveled, and sell it for good prices, you can infuse some money into Wutai's economy, and hopefully get things back on track. Of course, making some trouble for Shinra along the way is often both a good way to make some extra gil and relieve some stress, right? Right!\n\nAnyway! No time to laze around dilly-dallying! Which is totally something your dad would say, which is totally stupid because that's totally all he does. Time to get out there, start working on your plan! Today's plan is...\n\n<hr>\n[[... to ambush travelers for their materia!|FFYK1x1]]\n\n[[... to grind AP by fighting monsters!|FFYK]]\n\n[[... to make trouble for Shinra!|FFYK]]\n\n[[... to laze about dilly-dallying!|FFYK]]

Giving in to the urge, you reach down and wrap a hand around your water-slick shaft, starting to pump it. Moaning, you lean the other hand against the shower wall, feeling the water strike the back of your leaned-forward head and run down your back, dripping along your sides and hips and down your sack as it jostles from your motions. At a fleeting thought you reach out and hit the plunger on a container of body wash, grabbing your cock again with a palmful of blue goo. The soap slips out from between your fingers and splatters on the shower floor as you stroke yourself to a literal lather, your hand pumping smoothly over your soap-slick prick with audible squelching noises below your moans.\n\nGasping and moaning and tossing your head, you stroke yourself off until you're firing long ropes of milky white against the shower wall, the heat and moisture in the air already starting to thin them out and have them trickling down the tile as they hit. Panting, you step back and let the spray of the shower hit your cock as you slow down your stroking of it, washing away the dribbles of cum still oozing out of it as well as the suds from the body wash. Oh yeah... oh yeah you're gonna enjoy this while it lasts.\n\nYou spend the next several hours making good use of your new cock, or at least as good a use of it as you can make on your own. You're pretty sure there's something funny up with how you never seem to get tired, needing little but some stroking and imagination to get hard and ready to go again, but you're not complaining. Laying in your bed stroking yourself and playing with your tits, sitting in front of the computer and watching porn from an entirely new perspective, slipping an egg vibe up your ass as you sprawl out and stroke your shaft and play with your balls, you spill load after load from your eager prick.\n\nEventually you realize your parents will be home soon and rush to clean up your room and take another quick shower. Picking out the pair of panties you feel most likely to hold everything in place and a pair of loose shorts, you add an overly long baggy black t-shirt before they get home, doing your best to stay calm and act normal, which is harder to do when you're actually trying on purpose. You also find yourself kind of embarrassingly distracted every time your mother leans forward and you catch a flash of cleavage, or moves in front of you and shows off her ass. You've never thought of that before, but damned if you don't have to work hard not to think of it now, especially since doing so would give away the game.\n\nYou make an excuse to retire to bed early, turning out the light and crawling into bed, spending a few more hours jerking off, this time doing your best to keep quiet as you bite your lip and stroke your shaft, tilted on one side so you can push two fingers up your ass. But eventually exhaustion catches up to you, and you flop out and go to sleep, thinking 'Well, it was fun while it lasted, but it'll probably be gone in the morning.'\n\nInstead you wake up to morning wood, shifting a bit uncomfortably in bed and left to sneak down the hall very carefully to the bathroom, and figure out how to pee with a hardon. (That takes a few somewhat achey minutes.) Then you sneak back to your room, waiting until your parents leave to start a slower, almost worried masturbation session. Maybe it will wear off around a day after you took it? That was around mid-morning, so you've got another hour or two to wait... but the time comes and goes. An hour after, you're fairly certain that this isn't going away on its own. What do you do?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go see Tandy.|GGCandy5x4]]\n\n[[Go see a doctor.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Ask a friend for help.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Just live with it.|GGCandy]]

About twenty minutes into your being knotted with Sandy, a couple in their early thirties wanders in, the man in jeans and a button-up flannel shirt, while the woman is in a snug white t-shirt that hugs her full tits and denim shorts that hug her round ass. Both are wearing cowboy boots and hats, the woman nudging her hat back a bit.\n\n"Didn't expect one of the traps to go off this fast, we only got the place finished yesterday."\n\n"Always someone wandering around."\n\n"Shame it's the dog pens, cow'd have been more useful."\n\n"Dogs're plenty useful. Especially ones as can stand on two legs and carry things for ya. Ah, look there, this set was obedient enough to go ahead and get in the cage, look." \n\nBoth you and Sandy look up, tails wagging against each other at the sound of the owners approaching. Your broadened tongue lolls out as Mommy starts scritching between your ears, and you tilt your head towards her.\n\n"They're certainly pretty, too. Black lab and yellow lab, that's an amusing symmetry." Mommy reaches down to lift up your tag. "'Eric'. Not the most dog-ish name in the world, oh well." She leans forward, her big tits mooshing against your face to your delight, so she can turn the other dogmorph's tag. "Ha, 'Sandy', that's just ironic enough to work since she's the black one!" She reaches back to gently begin massaging your knot and Sandy's pussy. "C'mon, boy, let's get this all down so that mommy and daddy can try you out.\n\nYou moan and pant, and soon your knot deflates enough to slip out of Sandy's pussy. You straighten up on your knees and start to stand, only to notice that now Mommy is down on her hands and knees, her shorts down around her knees to bare her full round ass and smooth pussy. You eagerly lap at her cunt a few times before mounting up, humping into her and grabbing her big tits through her t-shirt. Behind you you can hear Sandy start to moan and yip as Daddy slides his cock into her already well-fucked pussy.\n\n"Yes, yes that's it, good boy, fuck mommy, fuck mommy's pussy real good," the human woman moans as your furry belly rubs against her ass with your thrusts. You do, too, trying so hard to be a good boy, feeling a bit bad when you knock her hat off and let her long blonde hair spill free, but it's soon forgotten because you've got wonderful human pussy wrapped around your spearlike doggy dick. Sandy seems to be having just as good a time with Daddy fucking her as he pinches at her nipples or kneads her furry black ass.\n\nAs you feel your knot swelling again and start pushing against Mommy's pussy, she reaches back and takes a firm hold of the slick orb. You yip a bit in surprise, then when she squeezes and rubs you feel so good that you start spurting into her, not caring that it's just the other ten inches stuffed fully inside of her. She gives your knot a few more squeezes and plays with your balls, while Daddy pulls his cum-smeared cock out of Sandy and rubs it dry on the soft fur of her butt.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|RunFarm2M4x5]]

You pant and gasp heavily while Mommy wiggles out from under you, leaving you on all fours again. Then you let out a huff of pleased surprised as Daddy pushes his cock into your ass, sliding in until his hips press against your furry cheeks. Lightly gripping the base of your tail, he starts pumping, his big human sack thumping against your big furry one. "Y'like that, boy? Y'like daddy's big fat cock up your ass?" At your happy bark of agreement, Daddy snorts a bit. "Think we oughtta let 'em talk? They're workers, not livestock, after all."\n\n"Only if you change his name," Mommy answers, now on her back with her shorts around the top of her boots, heels tucked against her ass and knees spread wide so that Sandy can eagerly slurp your load out of her pussy. "I just can't take a dog named Eric seriously. Since the black one's named Sandy, how about naming the blonde one Blackie?"\n\n"Mite insensitive, doncha think? Might offend someone," Daddy grunts as he plunges his cock into your teenage dogboy ass harder.\n\n"Oh, fine then," Mommy huffs, staying calm despite Sandy's broad tongue lapping at her cunt, other than an occasional 'mm' low in her throat. "Just something typically doggish, like Rover or Chance or Ace."\n\n"Ace ain't bad." Daddy nods, the letters on your tag changing as he reaches down to give your cock a few strokes in time with his own thrusts into your ass. "Whattya say, Ace?"\n\n"Ohhhh, thank you Daddy," you moan happily, before giving another cheerful bark as he starts spurting his cum deep inside you, your own third load streaming down onto the concrete floor.\n\nPulling out of your ass, Daddy points towards the door. "Now, there's a loada corn feed out in the truck, you start carrying that over to the barn."\n\n"Daddy, can I have your cock again?" Sandy asks with an innocent expression, looking over her shoulder as her tail wags above her raised ass.\n\n"Just th' once more, then y'gotta go help Ace, understand?"\n\nYou stand up, starting to calm down now that you've been given work to do, your knot deflating and your cock slowly retreating into your sheath. You grin at Mommy getting up and pulling her shorts up, and at Daddy starting to fuck your mate's pussy again while she coos and yips excitedly. Then you head out to get to work, there's a lot to do on a farm.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|RunFarm2M4xEnd]]

You know, you don't think you've ever read the actual novel. The cover, obviously Disney-inspired, is interesting and creative enough that you decide to pick it up and give it a try, opening the book and flipping to the front. Before you can read more than a few sentences, though, before you hear a jingling and tromping noise. You glance up, and blink at a glimpse of... cosplay? You're pretty sure you saw a very elaborate blue coat. Setting the book back down, you hurry to the end of the aisle and peer out.\n\nThere is indeed someone rushing along, wearing a bright blue waistcoat with long tails, high boots, and... bare legs? The bare legs definitely indicate it must be cosplay of some kind, as do the white hair and, yeah, those seem like rabbit ears. Is this some kind of library event? "Hey," you call, quietly, since it is the library after all. When that doesn't make them pause or look, you dare to raise your voice to a "Hey!"\n\n"Ssssshhhhh!"\n\nBatting a hand in the general direction of the front desk, you take off after the odd person, following them around a corner. You blink as you don't immediately spot them, then suddenly spy a pert butt covered with white panties wiggling in the air as someone on all fours goes through a small swing-out door low on the wall, disappearing through it. "... The heck?" Curious, you walk over and bend down to look at the little doorway. It's a bit larger than an AC vent and you can't see more than a few inches inside due to the darkness. But you just saw someone crawl through there... what, is this the secret passage leading to the Library Cosplay Nerd Club? Unable to consider just walking away and letting it be a mystery, you get down on all fours and duck down a little as you crawl inside as well.\n\nYou pretty quickly realize this was a bad idea, but you'd find it more difficult to go backwards than forwards... besides, even in the dark you can't see the costumed girl ahead of you, so there must be somewhere ahead to go. You plug onward determinedly, even as the light from the library coming in through the small door fades... then erk as your hand abruptly comes down on nothing at all, leaving you to topple forward and go plummeting downward.\n\n"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! ... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"\n\n<hr>\n[[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!|GGAIW]]\n\n[[AAAAAAAAboy this is a really deep hole.|GGAIW]]

"I bet the dog kennel would have one," you suggest, pointing towards the building with its series of large cages and the attendant sign.\n\n"How d'ya figure?" Sandy asks even as she starts following along after you towards it.\n\n"If somebody got bitten or something, they could be too hurt to walk a long ways, they'd need an intercom to call for help," you explain.\n\n"Oh, that sounds about right."\n\nYou poke your head in through the doorless entryway of the concrete building. "Hello?" There's no answer, either of a human voice or dogs barking. You slowly make your way inside. It looks pretty much like the inside of the dog kennels you saw at the dog pound once, just... lots cleaner, pretty much pristine. The inside parts of the cages are the same glistening concrete as the floor out here, though there are already bowls and beds in some of them, apparently waiting for inhabitants.\n\n"I don't see an intercom," you admit after a minute or two of looking around.\n\n"Yeah, but look," Sandy says, pointing at one of the tables, where a pair of think black leather dog collars with blank tags are sitting. She reaches out to pick one up and waggles it back and forth. "These are pretty quality, right? So they probably didn't just leave them here, tags and all, I bet someone was here just now and is coming back!"\n\n"Yeah, or they forgot them last week," you reply dryly, reaching out to pick the other one up to look at it to see if you can judge if it's been sitting out for awhile. Then you hear a yelp and look up, blinking at the sight of Sandy wearing the collar. "Hey, what're you doing, why'd you put it on?"\n\n"I <i>didn't</i>!" she yelps, raising both hands to tug at it and fumble at the fastener to no avail.\n\nYou're about to ask how it got on her neck then, when you feel a sudden weight around your own neck and lack of one in your hand. You gawk at your empty hand, then reach up to feel your neck, touching leather and chrome. You turn back to Sandy, starting to say something, only to stare as you watch her name etch itself slowly into the metal of the bouncing tag on the front of the collar. As the bottom stroke of the 'Y' finishes, she hesitates, then drops her hands, looking confused.\n\n"Was I just... upset about something...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Don't think so.|RunFarm2M4x2]]

"I... don't think so," you answer, feeling briefly confused yourself, then shrugging, the metal tag of your collar brushing against your skin.\n\n"Oh." Sandy considers for a moment, then scratches at her chest a bit. "Maybe it's these dumb <i>clothes</i>. They're itchy and uncomfortable."\n\n"Yeah, they kinda are," you agree, already starting to pull off your shirts, baring your rather skinny chest.\n\nSeeing you fixing the problem, Sandy brightens and quickly unbuttons her jeans, shoving them and the plain white panties she's wearing under them down, wiggling her sneakers and socks off when she gets down to her feet. She straightens up and stretches upward, lifting on her toes exuberantly at not being bound below the waist anymore, her shirts pulling up to reveal her lightly fuzzy pussy. Then as you're ditching your own jeans in a similar way, seven inch cock flopping free, she squirms and wriggles out of her shirts, A-cup breasts barely jiggling as she shimmies around to get her arms out of them easier.\n\nYou both give sighs of relief as you get rid of the stupid stuff someone made you wear, now in just your collar as you should be. You glance around at the place around you, then open up one of the cages and pad inside, your bare feet thumping on the polished concrete.\n\n"Hey, whatcha doin'?" Sandy asks, following along after you curiously.\n\n"There's water in here, I'm thirsty." You kneel down in front of the weighted-bottomed silver bowl and bend your elbows, sucking at the surface of the water and licking at it to see if that helps. Your cock and balls dangle down between your legs, practically aimed at the cute girl with you, but you don't give that a second thought.\n\n"Oh. Oh, hey, food too!" She practically squeals, spotting a green-tinted bowl filled with wet dog food. Was that before? Well, it's the right place for it to be, anyway. Without any apparent second thoughts, she gets down on all fours as well, digging her face messily into the canned processed meat, gooey "gravy" getting on her cheeks.\n\nYou finish your drink and raise up, looking over. You stare at her waggling brown butt, trim buttcheeks not really hiding her rear pucker, and nothing at all hiding the pink of her slit. Your cock stiffens almost immediately, jutting forward beneath your belly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Time to fuck that bitch.|RunFarm2M4x3]]

Crawling over on all fours, you cock wiggling around under you, you move up behind Sandy. Not bothering to announce yourself, you straighten up and grab her by the waist, thrusting your cock into her upraised pussy. She gasps into the foodbowl, then moans as you start pumping into her quickly, jerking your hips to fuck her good and fast. She takes a few more quick bites, then knocks the bowl away with her hand as she plants herself more firmly, lifting her ass to a better height for you to thrust at.\n\nYou moan at the feel of her pussy around you, hot and grasping and getting wetter with every thrust. You start pumping quickly, not noticing or caring as your hair begins spreading down your neck. Sandy huffs and pants from her position, her little A-cup tits starting to grow gradually larger as several small pink nubs form in lines beneath them. You squeeze at her waist as you look down at her, seeing the thick layer of black fur starting to spread down her back, and noticing that her tits are now big enough to jiggle underneath her. You fall forward, your furry chest pressing against her back as you reach around to grab her tits, squeezing them as the soft black fur now covering everything but the nipple rubs against your palms. Giving a happy groan, this position feeling much more natural anyway, you slide your hands down, feeling her second pair of tits growing against your hands as you give them a squeeze as well. \n\nYou cock reddens, its shape shifting to be more tapered as it slides in and out of the pink wetness of Sandy's black-furred pussy. You can feel her growing tail pressing against your belly, so you briefly straighten up again, squeezing her round fuzzy butt as her tail finishes growing and wags back and forth a few times. Then you lean forward again, letting her tail brush against your side, your own tail jutting up for balance of your thrusts as you begin pumping in again. The golden fur covering your balls and crotch moves upward, forming a snug skin ring around the base of your glistening canine cock.\n\nYou try to manage "Gonna cum" as you feel your knot press against her hot doggy cunt with your next thrust, but all that comes out is several excited barks, answered by more barks from beneath you. Your face lengthens, nose taking on a more animalistic shape, your ears perking uward and taking on a curvature to give you that final doglike look as you give the last few pumps, forcing her more and more open. Then with one last thrust, you shove your knot deep inside her, both of you howling happily with release. \n\nYou moan and pant as you start pouring your load into your mate, running your hands along her six breasts, the nice big C-cups at the top gradually down to the round A-cups on the bottom. But after a few moments you feel the urge to raise up and turn, swinging your leg around so that the two of you can press your asses together. Sandy pants happily, and after a minute goes back to eating from her food dish. You whimper a little, hoping she leaves some for you... all that fucking made you hungry.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|RunFarm2M4x4]]

"... condemn your friends to suffer the same fate as you?" you ask, leaning in closer. "Give them all big, fat tits constantly brimming with milk, needing to be drained by me?"\n\n"W-what? No!" she protests, even as she continues desperately kneading her tits. "Never! I'll never betray the others!"\n\n"Never? We'll see if you can even make it through the night," you respond with a chuckle.\n\nTo her credit, she makes it almost an hour, her tits slowly ballooning and swelling up the entire time. By the time she cracks, she's holding them up with her arms, her fingertips barely reaching the tips of her nipples, her whole body coated in sweat as she cries out, "I'll do it! I'll do it, I'll do it, just please, milk me!"\n\n"Mm?" Pretending to have dozed off from where you were standing nearby, you lift your head. "You'll do what?"\n\n"I'll... I'll betray my friends!" she whimpers, tears slipping down her face, even as she pants like a bitch in heat and wiggles her hips around desperately, still stroking over the massive mounds of her mammaries. "I'll curse them all to have constantly overfull tits! Just milk me, dammit! Milk me!"\n\n"Now now, that's no way to ask for what's quite a favor at this point," you answer with a wag of the finger. "Ask permission to help me do it. Be nice. And say what you know I want to hear."\n\nThe Senshi whines desperately, but apparently some shred of her pride clings to her, and it's another five minutes of her taut, overfull tits growing, a faint creaking sound now audible with how stretched her skin is, before she sobs and says, "Please... please, Mistress, please let me corrupt my friends, please let me turn them into your milk-slaves, I... I want my friends to be your milk-slaves, I want to be your milk-slave, just please, Mistress, milk me!"\n\n"There we go!" you chirp happily as you move in between her legs, quickly growing yourself a long, thick black rubber cock and extending some suction hoses from your backpod. You fasten the suction tips of the hoses over her nipples, the Senshi already shrieking in orgasm as you start to pump out her milk, thick bulges passing through your tendrils. Your tubes begin shaking and wobbling with the motions of her tits as you thrust into her, making her cum from her pussy this time instead of just her tits, feeling it squeeze and grip eagerly around you as she wails and bucks under you on the bed.\n\n"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, milk me, Mistress, milk me!" the Senshi yowls, writhing beneath you, eagerly squeezing at her tits to encourage more of her milk to gush into your tubes, filling you with her energy as your cock plunders her pussy. "Fuck me, milk me, fuck fuck fuck!" \n\n"Yes you love that, don't you, slave?" you coo, hauling her legs up into the air around either side of your pert rubber tits as you pump into her, rocking her against the bed as her tits slowly shrink back down from being drained, even as your flat belly starts to bulge up from the sheer amount of energy-milk you're draining out of her and storing in yourself. "You love being fucked and used by a yokai, turned into nothing but a fucktoy and a milk factory, huh?"\n\n"Yes, fuck, I'm your sex toy, I'm your milk farm, fuck, fuck me, Mistress!" the Senshi yowls, her eyes rolling in her head and lips pulling back from clenched teeth as her back arches, her entire body trembling hard from the overlapping orgasms and boobgasms.\n\nEventually you finish up, not bothering to cum this time, having gained plenty of enjoyment from just making the Senshi cum herself into submission. She lays on her side on the bed, shaking and twitching, her well-fucked pussy dripping down her thigh and her tits still as big as her head and half again. You enjoy the sound of her defeated sobs and knowing that her mind is filled with the knowledge that she's given herself over to you as you finish absorbing the energy milk, and your host, your form becoming one solid mass of demonic rubber as the last vestiges of the person you were wearing are eradicated.\n\n"As you're nothing but my property, I don't think you deserve a name anymore," you muse cheerfully. "So we'll just use something descriptive that will set you apart from the others. You had a red skirt when you were a senshi... 'red slave' will do."\n\n"... yes, mistress," the red slave sniffles, looking up at you.\n\n"Oh, don't be sad, pet. For one thing your feelings are as irrelevant as those of a dildo, for another you'll soon have lots of company." Chuckling, you consider. How best to have your new slave inflict her own curse on her friends?\n\n<hr>\n[[Deception.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Use her as bait.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Use her as a hostage.|HLSenshi]]

"While I definitely want to do a succubus themed dungeon, I wasn't thinking of just summoning another one right away," you admit.\n\n"Ah? Oh, I-I see, and what did you have in mind instead, Master?" Mary asks, still looking nervous... then blinking as you point your palms at her. "... Eh?"\n\n"Empower!" you shout, focusing your will on the intent of the spell.\n\nMary gives an 'eep' of shock just before her entire body is overcome, turning into a brightly glowing Mary-shaped outline. That outline shifts and grows as she gains a bit more height, her breasts expanding and wings enlarging and shifting shape, hips and rear gaining a bit more as well, legs becoming even curvier, as well as a number of other small changes. After several moments the glow 'pops', revealing the altered Mary... her coloration and most of her style is the same, but her ears are a bit longer and now dotted with more piercings, her tiny leather outfit is even skimpier, barely covering anything of her breasts that are at least twice as big as they were before, as well as just covering the slit between her legs and absolutely nothing of her round ass, her legs sheathed in almost ballet-heeled boots, the spade at the tip of her tail longer and thicker, her wings longer and more sleek with a second pair jutting out from below them. Glowing designs in purplish-pink appear just above her crotch and between her breasts, as well as from several other places on her outfit.\n\n"A-ah, what... Master!" Mary squeals in delight, putting her gloved hands under her expanded boobs and giving them a lift as she gives a glowing smile. "I'm... I'm a Succubus Queen! I'm the highest form of Succubus there is! This is... this is amazing!"\n\n"Guuuuh..." you answer, staring at her with wide eyes. A sort of fog is starting to settle over your mind, making you sway a little in place as you stare at her. Your cock is harder than it's ever been, practically trying to break out of your pants, but you can't so much as take your eyes off her.\n\n"... Eep! Oh no, Master, even with your Super Stats it looks like my aura's having an effect on you!" Mary reaches out towards you, hesitates as if thinking better of touching you, then blurts, "Snap out of it!"\n\n"Buh!" You give your head a quick shake, jerking backwards slightly. "Uh, right, I... uh... man, it's hard to think... you're <i>so</i> se-"\n\n"Master, don't finish that sentence or you'll make me cum, and I don't think you could resist me when I do that! ... Ah that's really tempting... I mean, quick! You should transform yourself too! If you become an appropriate kind of demon as well, you should gain resistance to my aura, so that you don't turn into my mindless love slave!"\n\n"R-right," you murmur, trying your best to focus so you can visualize a spell again.\n\n<hr>\n[["Uh, yeah... Incubus King transformation!"|QODK]]\n\n[["Er, uh, Succubus Queen transformation! ... Wait no!"|QODK3x4]]\n\n[["Um, uh, er, Succubus King transformation! ... huh?"|QODK5x1]]\n\n[["... actually I'm good..."|QODK]]

"Mmm. It's barely even a uniform then, though, is it?" you say slowly. "Just a skirt and shoes. It's as good as eliminating the uniform entirely."\n\n"I admit, I had thought much the same," Ryoko says, nodding just slightly.\n\n"Mm. Let's shorten the skirts again. We'll keep them just long enough to be decent... parents haven't complained so far. We'll change the line 'Proper and fully covering undergarments must be worn' to just 'Undergarments must be worn' and remove the restriction on multiple piercings of the ears and bellybutton piercings. And make wearing the school jacket optional, but keep the blouse or shirt mandatory." You consider for a moment, then smile. "But have the manufacturer lower the thread count a bit. Hopefully those loosened restrictions will placate our Mistress."\n\n"Hopefully," Ryoko says with a smile, tapping at her tablet to make a note of your wishes before proceeding. "Now, as to detention. Our Mistress is pleased by the fact that you have eliminated the punishment-by-boredom detentions, but distressed that the number of detentions has not really fallen. She would like you to eliminate the amount of detentions teachers can issue in any given week."\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Give broader discretion to teachers.|HelenJP5x4]]

Over the next month you attend to your administrative duties, though there's little hassle to it with Ryoko to help you. And, every so often, she helps you with other urges as well, being bent over your desk and taken from behind, moaning and gasping until she spurts cum all over the (thoroughly sealed and stain-guarded) front face of your desk, or sitting in one of the chairs while you ride her stiff prick to your own orgasm.\n\nDuring the first week you notice one or two students starting to switch over to the new uniforms, though most of them begin enjoying the relative freedom of the loosened uniform code almost immediately, and you start seeing a wider variety of jewelry and hair colors, and watching shown-off young legs prancing by in thigh-highs, hose, and baggy socks. In the second week you often notice Kanna Amaguri (with much more natural-looking blonde hair and blue eyes) talking with small groups of people, laughing and discussing things, or sometimes holding study groups in the library. By the end of the second week, more and more female students seem to have caught on that the school store is giving out shorter skirts and thinner jackets... and more and more of them are conveniently having 'accidents' that necessitate buying new ones, without any need to arrange activities on your part. Looks like your plan to make Kanna a positive example is working out quite well!\n\nOccasionally here or there there's another student that you decide is having a problem and call to your office, putting into a trance. Once you and Ryoko have spitroasted them thoroughly, you alter their behavior to make them more studious and happier... it's usually small changes, but twice more you find students that require a complete wipe-and-rebuild like Kanna's. Oh well, it's hard work, but you do it for the love of teaching!\n\nThe teachers seem happier too, and not just the ones that you know are Katsuko's agents. For one thing, Kanna is no longer causing problems, but is instead helping solve them, and other students are following her lead. For another the greater freedom to express themselves with any problems that do arise seems to have led to the teachers developing their own individual styles... some are coming to be known as tough disciplinarians you don't want to get on the wrong side of, while others are darlings the students adore and don't want to offend, and a spectrum in between the two. It looks like it's spawned exactly the sort of variety you wanted.\n\nAs the month draws to a close, you review some of the school's statistics. Grades are up, morale seems up as well, attendance has improved, detention is about the same but you see different names on the lists and different teachers giving them, looks like it's just the result of the new regulations settling in... you expect it to go down at least a little overall, while still staying high just because that's how some teachers are. That's fine, you think with a chuckle, one or two unfair detentions in a student's academic career won't destroy them. \n\nYou glance up as Ryoko gives her usual announcing knock before walking in, accessing her tablet. "Patissier-sama. Since it's approaching the end of the month, I thought we should go ahead and decide what changes you want to make in the coming month."\n\n"Oh? Are we not waiting for our Mistress's review?" you asked curiously.\n\n"Our Mistress has already contacted me. She is... not <i>un</i>happy that you have disregarded her suggestions in favor of your own, but has said she will reserve judgement to see how your results turn out." Ryoko shifts a little, almost as if nervous, then clears her throat. "In any event, I feel all of the changes we have made have been for the better, and our Mistress has not ordered any be reversed, but she does have her own thoughts on how they be continued."\n\nYou fight the urge to purse your lips or narrow your eyes, and instead simply nod. "Alright, let's go through them."\n\n"Firstly, as to the uniforms. Our Mistress is fine with the alterations you have made, but suggests that you completely eliminate any restrictions on what the students can wear with them, and also allow them to choose their own tops instead of the uniform shirts, blouses, and jackets."\n\n<hr>\n[[Eliminate restrictions.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Alter uniforms further.|HelenJP5x3]]

"What we need is a shining light to guide the way," you say slowly, grinning as you consider the possibilities. "The ideal example of what we want out of the students at this school. Someone who's bright, outgoing, respectful to others, deferrant to authority but still her own person, and highly interested in academics."\n\nRyoko obviously can't help but look a little dubious. "And you wish to turn Kanna Amaguri into that person?"\n\n"You said it yourself, students that stand out will become trendsetters as we relax the rules. We'll just have to change how she stands out. It will take a lot of work, but she's obviously under pretty deep, we should be able to change her as much as we need to. After we've had our fun," you add as you pull your skirt up and wiggle your panties down, letting your half-hard shaft flop out. You stroke it as it hardens, grinning. "It would be a shame to give her a bright new brain just to fuck it out, after all."\n\n"I suppose you have a point there," Ryoko answers with a soft laugh as she copies your motions to free her own thick cock before gripping a handful of Kanna's dyed hair and bending the girl forward, pushing her stiffening prick past the mesmerized girl's unresisting lips. The black-haired futa moans softly as she starts rocking her hips, pushing more of her cock down Kanna's throat, the mind-fogging apparently having removed anything in the way of a gag reflex.\n\nGrabbing the disguised bottle of lube off of your desk and slicking yourself up, you flip up Kanna's skirt and tug her panties down in back just enough to bare her asshole, then settle the dripping tip of your dick there and start pushing in. Gripping the teen's waist like Ryoko is gripping her head, you push in slow and steady, until your balls are resting against the folds of her panties. Then you start pumping eagerly, not worrying much about drawing this out... she's not really going to remember it, anyway, the two of you are basically just using her as a masturbation tool. You glance up and enjoy the sight of Ryoko's huge tits bouncing under her suit jacket as she fucks the student's face, and notice your assistant's dark eyes are wandering over your own large boobs as well. Perhaps some more direct stimulation is in order soon...!\n\n"Alright, Kanna," you say in a pleasant voice as you pump the hpynotized gyaru's ass. "I want you to completely and totally forget everything about your personality. Your knowledge, language skills, school learning, people you know, keep all that, but everything else you won't be needing anymore. Who you were before is completely unnecessary, from now on Kanna Amaguri is a blank slate."\n\nHer only reply is a sort of reflexive quagging from Ryoko stuffing a cock down her throat. Still, somehow you think you can feel a large part of your student's mind just... disappearing, unraveling like a poorly-woven scrap of cloth. That feeling of absolute control over a young mind is enough to make you give a long moan of pleasure and shove forward, your hips grinding against the girl's half-pantied ass and start pouring your load deep inside her rear. Apparently the sight of you cumming in the student sets Ryoko off, and she gives a sultry moan as she pushes forward until the gyaru's lower lip is against the base of her ballsack and cums down her throat.\n\nAfter a few moments, by silent agreement you and Ryoko pull out and then turn the teen around, Ryoko eagerly sliding her prick into the girl's cum-smeared ass with a lewd squelching noise. Just out of curiosity, you lift the mind-fogged state... and are amused as you see no change whatsoever, Kanna's eyes remaining glassy and her face expressionless even as your assistant's fat cock pounds her ass. This isn't the delinquent Kanna Amaguri anymore... it's just a collection of memories and knowledge awaiting you to shape it and decide what it will be. Smiling wickedly, you push your own dick, so recently pounding away in its ass, past its lips and down its throat.\n\nOnce you and your assistant have satisfied yourself with the non-person's ass and mouth (several times each in fact), the two of you cooperate in cleaning it up a bit before straightening its clothes and having it stand upright. Putting it back in a receptive state is so easy you could barely classify it as trying... even someone without mental powers probably could have given the doll a new personality at this point. Still, you spend the next hour or so going over who the new Kanna Amaguri is... you utilize a few tricks to make her smarter, programming her to have a near-eiditic memory and close to perfect recall, as well as imbuing her with a passion for academics. You give her a zeal for pleasing others and making them happy... and a healthy interest in sexuality, you'll let those two things feed off each other as they will. Respect for authority, too, that should feed nicely off of her desire to please, though you're careful to program her with a bit of an independent streak and a desire to pursue her own interests (some of which you pick out for her) too... it would be easy to make her into a doormat, but that's not the example you want her to set for others.\n\nEventually, you settle back in your chair and bring her around. The new Kanna Amaguri blinks, looking at you, then Ryoko, then back to you. "Oh! I'm sorry, Principal... you probably called me here about my hair and uniform, right?" She blushes slightly as she raises a hand to her wavy blonde locks. "I've been meaning to bring them into compliance with the rules, I really don't know why I-"\n\n"That's perfectly alright, Kanna," you say in a soothing tone, smiling. "Actually, we're going to be altering the dress code soon to allow such things... though I might suggest if you want to keep those colors, maybe a dye and contacts that are a little closer to natural? But that's up to you. In fact, why don't you take the rest of the week off to spend on self-study and catching up on some of your schoolwork? We'll send you over a copy of the updated rules as soon as they come out so you can be in compliance with them on Monday."\n\n"Oh, that's so kind of you, thank you," Kanna replies genially, bowing.\n\nYou chat with her a bit more before writing her a pass to be absent for the week. "Have someone draw up a list of the last month or so of assignments, and those for this week, and have them delivered. By the time she returns, she'll be a whole new person."\n\n"And ready to set an example for the rest of the student body, I imagine," Ryoko says cheerfully. "Very well done, Patissier-sama, I've never seen someone do such a thorough rewrite and have it go so flawlessly. I think our Mistress is going to be pleasantly surprised by just what an ally she's found in you."\n\nYou hope so, but you also admit you're surprised at how pleased you are. You've gotten to, quite literally, shape a young mind and make for a better education. And it's only starting...\n\n<hr>\n[[A month passes.|HelenJP5x2]]

"I dunno, I guess..." You consider, then grin. "I guess it's getting to live a little like how you must live."\n\n"Oh?" She seems curious at that, tilting her head. "Pray tell what do you mean?"\n\n"I mean... after the last few days it's obvious you don't give much of a fuck what others think. You show off what you want to show off, live in the moment, and basically dare anyone to have an issue with you. You breed dogs that are fuck-machines, you seduce teenage girls, and you do it all like it's as natural as breathing. Just..." You shrug a little. "I don't know, the level of confidence you have, the level of comfort with who you are, I just think it's really amazing."\n\n"... Well." Errana actually looks... charmed? She strokes a hand up and down your back thoughtfully, giving your ass a squeeze every so often as she apparently thinks. She watches you as you lower your head and start suckling at one of her nipples, just observing you for awhile as you enjoy her body with a bit more active eagerness than she's stroking you. Finally though she says, "Hm. I do think I like that quite a lot. So come here, pet, and let me whisper in your ear." Once you've moved up and given her a brief kiss before turning your head, she kisses your ear before murmuring, "What if I could give you that life within a few weeks? No needing to wait all those endless years to grow up, amass wealth, only to finally achieve it when you're too old to enjoy it?"\n\n"Mm?" You turn your head to blink at her. "What, how?"\n\n"I'll give it to you, free and clear. As a reward." Errana's dark eyes sparkle as she squeezes your ass with both hands. "I was starting to think of heading somewhere else for a nice, long vacation, so it wouldn't be all that much trouble to gift you the house, along with the considerable funds attached to it. I assure you that with that, and my other gifts, you could begin living a life much like mine right away."\n\n"That's..." Overwhelming, you can only blink at her repeatedly. "You're serious?" is all you can think to say after a moment.\n\n"Very. I like you quite a lot, I think, yes," she coos, grinning and leaning in to peck your nose. "You've impressed me with what you've said. But I do want you to earn it, so, let's see... ah, yes." She chuckles, tracing the tips of her fingers up your spine. "After we finish having our fun today, I'm going to give you a present. A strapon."\n\n"Oh?" You blush a bit again at that.\n\n"Yes, but not any ordinary one. This one has been cast to match Svarog's rather magnificent cock. So, sometime over the next week, I want you to do something very, very perverted with that strapon."\n\n"... What?" you ask, when an explanation doesn't seem forthcoming.\n\n"Oh, I'm not telling you what. I want you to come up with something on your own. But it has to be <i>very</i> perverted, dear," Errana almost scolds, tapping a fingertip on your nose. "Nothing so innocuous as convincing one of your friends to have a bit of innocent fun with it. It has to be something wild, deviant, even degenerate. Now, whatever you decide, I promise you that you'll be able to do it... just have faith in me and my ability to help what you want to happen to happen. But you have to be the one to pick something to show that you're ready to live a truly hedonistic life with no limits." Before you can ask anything further, she's kissing you so passionately that your head is going all fuzzy, and then your hips are bucking as Svarog starts licking over your messy holes.\n\nThat evening, after a long day of wicked dog sex and eating Errana out, you depart the house with a shoulderbag containing the strapon. Somewhat distantly, you consider Errana's words. Something that proves you're ready to live her give-no-fucks lifestyle, to throw caution to the wind and do things just because the thrill appeals to you. ... With a strapon of Svarog's dick. So, what could you do? What could you do that would be deviant enough to warrant the massive gift Errana's promising you? Because something in the back of your mind says it's not just the house and the money she's promising you... there's something deeper, stronger, more powerful you're being offered, and a big part of you craves it, wants it, almost needs it, if you can only come up with something wicked enough to impress your new patron.\n\n<hr>\n[[Seduce your mother.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Rape a friend.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Fuck a bitch.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Wear the strapon inside yourself.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Turn away from temptation!|GGDog]]

"Well, um..." You try to think of what you could possibly say to explain yourself that wouldn't wind up with him freaking out and alerting security. "You see, we... came to do the thing, but then we couldn't do the thing, because we can't get upstairs."\n\n"Oh! You mean that you're with Shinra Maintenance, you lost your card, and you can't get upstairs to fix stuff! Yeah, here," he says, passing you a keycard. "Yeah, this place is really falling apart. You better get to work!" With that, he wanders away again.\n\n"What... was that?" Cloud asks as he walks up, he and Barret looking over your shoulders at the card.\n\n"Well, I thought I'd try to talk to him, since you're not always that good with people," you admit, glancing at him sheepishly.\n\n"... And that was you being good with people?"\n\nYou smack him on the shoulder. "Shut up. It worked, didn't it?" Before he can come up with a comeback for that, you turn and hurry back to the stairway and hurry up the stairs, trying not to think of whether Cloud or Barret might catch a peek as you go up ahead of them. The door on the next level opens up ahead of you, and the three of you emerge into a much stuffier, somewhat musty-smelling area. Passing by several doors, you peek inside and spot a number of bookshelves. Some sort of archives, then? You spot someone standing about near an open doorway, and since you've had decent luck with it so far, you just walk right up to him.\n\n"Oh! Hello there! Mayor Domino is in his office. I'm the deputy mayor. If you have any questions, feel free to ask," the white-clad man at the doorway announces.\n\n"... Soooo, we can just walk right in and talk to the mayor of Midgar, if we want?" you ask, wrinkling your nose a bit in suspicion. \n\n"One at a time, but otherwise..." The deputy mayor simply gives you a tolerant look and waves you towards the door, as if that should be self-explanatory. You glance at Cloud and Barret, both of whom make mocking versions of the deputy mayor's 'feel free' gesture. Shaking your head, you walk into the office without any further ado. Of course, once you actually enter and talk to the wrinkled little old man pacing in his office, it doesn't take too long for him to expound on the problem himself.\n\n"Treating me like some sort of puppet! As if I'm a librarian! Bah!" he huffs, shaking his fists at the sky. "I had dreams of changing this city when I took office, but they've all been dashed just because I let my entire campaign be funded by Shinra, Inc.! Curse you, Andrew Harris!"\n\n"Who's...?"\n\n"Oh, nevermind." Waving your inquiry off, the mayor moves to sit behind his desk. He spends a few moments puttering around in the desk drawers, talking as he does. "Now, you're obviously here to make trouble, and that suits me just fine. But since I'm stuck in this office all day with nothing to do but play computer solitaire and masturbate, I'm pretty damned bored. So you'll have to amuse me a bit before I'll let you have the keycard that will get you upstairs."\n\nSo saying, he lays out a number of plastic cups with words written on them. "Now, under one of these is my keycard. Under the others are some nifty little things I nicked from the Shinra development lab the last time they made a show of giving me a tour. There are clues as to which is the right word scattered through the library, in the form of misfiled books. Or you can just guess, which would definitely be way more amusing for me. Or..." And he gives you the dirtiest old man look you've ever gotten, even including Don Corneo. "You could always keep me company while your friends go on ahead with the keycard."\n\n<hr>\n[[Clues.|FFTL6x1]]\n\n[[Guess.|FFTL4x1]]\n\n[["Company."|FFTLPlaceholder]]

"You signal us when it's safe to move, we'll follow your lead."\n\nCloud nods, then spends several moments watching the movements of the guards from around the corner of the doorframe. Apparently spotting his opportunity, he darts out and past the first statue, stopping behind the second and watching out of the corner of his eye briefly before running again. A few moments later he beckons to you, guiding you in much the same pattern, before adjusting himself for Barret's slightly slower run. He spends a bit longer watching the second set of guards, who apparently had too much coffee this morning, before repeating the process. This time you and Barret both spend much longer huddled behind the statues each time, but eventually you make it past them and circle around to enter a much cleaner, much more modern-styled internal stairwell area.\n\nHeading up the stairs, you find that the next floor's doorway is just hanging open. Emerging into the open space, all three of you have to stop and stare at the sheer difference between this and the last area, plus the sheer opulence on display. This is obviously some sort of employee lounge, and the floors are shiny green marble instead of utilitarian lined metal. A number of large, round wooden tables are arranged about the area, with comfy-looking dining chairs arranged around them. But what dominates the entire area is the <i>tree</i>... a large, living tree growing out of some sort of large stand in the middle of the room, its leafy green branches spreading out over the lounge area like a canopy. Thinking of all the people in the slums who would be amazed to see so much as a weed thriving in the polluted dirt of the lower city, you can't help but grind your teeth at Shinra's show of opulence here in the heart of their empire. Jerks!\n\nStill fuming a bit, you take a look around, noticing that most of the Shinra employees milling about are paying you no mind. One guy, however, is staring at your little group almost expectantly. Seeing Cloud heading his way, you decide not to rely on his rather... blunt... communication skills and instead hurry forward to talk to the guy yourself.\n\n"Oh, hey there." He looks you up and down, eyes pausing in the obvious places you're used to, before fixing on your face. "What are you doing here...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be demanding.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Be vague.|FFTL2x19]]\n\n[[<span style="color: #FF1493 ;">Hi, cutie!</span>|FFTLPlaceholder]]

"I just can't justify firing people that have been doing a good job and getting good results from students," you say after a moment, shaking your head. "It's not fair to them, but just as importantly, it's not fair to the students, who our Mistress sent me here for the good of." You glance at the screen showing grades, and nod. "Clearly what our teachers need isn't another shakeup, but more freedom."\n\n"Freedom?"\n\n"Yes. Tell them we'll no longer be checking to make sure that they're following an approved lesson plan or giving specific tests at defined intervals. They'll be responsible for making, as well as having freedom over, their own lesson plans. They can give tests as often or rarely as they like, and feel free to discuss any subjects related to their lessons with the students without fear of reprisal. I think having the freedom to teach the subjects they're passionate about will only improve this trend they're on."\n\n"That is certainly in line with the idea of diversity, creativity, and individuality." Ryoko frowns just a little as she looks at her tablet. "... And something our Mistress has never mentioned. I am sure she will see the wisdom of it, however. I certainly do." She actually smiles at you, something you find rather warming to your heart, and then for another surprise blushes a little and glances down. "I was wondering, Patissier-sama, would you... care to get together tonight?"\n\n"You mean a bit of stress relief before we leave for the day?" you ask with a light smile of your own.\n\n"Ah, no... I was thinking something somewhat more... intimate. And lengthy. ... Dinner, at my place?" she says, actually looking a little shy as she raises a darkly-painted fingernail to brush at her cheek.\n\nYou blink. Ryoko is... asking you on a date? You really weren't aware she had any other modes than praising Katsuko and professional-style lewdness. You consider... on the one hand, she is lovely, and you've found her fascinating in more ways than the physical since you arrived... on the other hand, where do her loyalties really lie? Is this some sort of test, or a way to lull you under her (and Katsuko's) power? ... Or is it simply a sincere expression of a desire to grow closer to you? As well, on a purely practical note, you have a home visit scheduled with a student and their family tonight... a home visit that could turn out to be a lot of fun, considering your abilities and the generally more relaxed attitude you've noticed about town lately. On the other hand, an evening with Ryoko is unlikely to be dull...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Ryoko's.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Go to the home visit.|HelenJP]]

"Hm, I think detentions haven't fallen partly because of people adjusting to the new system, partly because teachers don't understand what they can do." You consider for a moment, then nod. "Tell the teachers they should feel free to administer whatever detentions they see fit, including mild corporal punishment."\n\n"Corporal punishment?" You can't help but notice a little glint in Ryoko's eye of what looks like approval.\n\n"Light spankings and paddlings. I'd imagine they'd be more embarrassing than painful from most of the teachers, and we'll monitor things to make sure they don't get out of hand. That should see the number of detentions drop by the end of next month, as students really learn to avoid them, or at least avoid them from teachers more likely to give them."\n\n"I see." Ryoko's practically purring as she taps in the notes, and you can't help but smirk. While your mutual employer might not care for detention, it seems that your assistant rather likes the idea of teenage students getting their asses paddled for their indiscretions. "Well, then, that leaves the last matter, the teachers. Now, our Mistress has conceded that it might not have been wise to remove all the prior teachers and replace them with her own choices... but she does still wish you to get rid of the remaining male teachers."\n\nYou raise your eyebrows. You suppose you had noticed, at least vaguely, that all the replacement teachers for the retiring ones were female. Or, well, outwardly female, you suppose at least a few of them are likely futas like Ryoko and yourself. Does Katsuko have something against men? Well, for all you know she just likes the aesthetic of women better and thinks 'her' school would look nicer with more of them. Still, that's almost a third of the current staff, including some who have been showing good results all along, and others who have been showing ever better results under your new management.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get rid of the male teachers.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Give the teachers more freedom.|HelenJP5x5]]

"Gyeeeek!" Yanking down your skirt in front and back, you clamp your knees together and step back against the railing. "B-Barret, you go on ahead!"\n\n"Huh? But I-"\n\n"Just <i>go</i>," you growl, glaring at him. Something in your eyes must have convinced him, since he seems to find a second wind and goes sprinting up the stairs ahead of you. "You too," you snap at Cloud, who hurries along after Barret with even less argument. Letting out a little huff, you quickly tug your top back down and into place. Digging a hand towel out of your item bag, you do a quick bit of dabbing, including as much as you can dare under your skirt without taking long enough to make one of the others start wondering why you're lagging so far behind. While it doesn't entirely fix the problem, you've soaked out enough of the sweat that you don't seem to be in danger of going see-through any time soon. Shaking your head in embarrassment, you resume your jog up the stairs, trying to pace yourself a bit more this time.\n\nYou eventually catch up to the boys waiting for you at the top of the stairs. "Looks like this is as far up as we can go with the stairs. From hereon out, we'll have to go into the building itself." He turns and works the access panel for a moment, before the door slides open. He glances out, then beckons the two of you on, hurrying past the view of a camera and hoping the guard's asleep or something. You seem to be in some sort of basic lobby type area, or perhaps just a break room for the guards or something, since there's not much other than the oddly overengineered walls, floor, and a table with a couple of couches. Off to one side are some elevator doors, with a placard you think reads 'Express - Lobby' or something like that. The only other elevator doors are guarded by a handful of red-coated Shinra troopers, who... somehow seem to have not noticed you yet.\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack!|FFTL2x16]]\n\n[[<span style="color: #FF1493 ;">Guards? Oh, you can "distract" guards!</span>|FFTLPlaceholder]]

"Look, it would be better to keep things quiet until we find Aerith, right?" you urge gently. "If they have so much warning that we're coming to rescue her, they'll increase the guard around her... or worse, they could move her to some other facility outside of Midgar where we'd never find her."\n\nThat last seems to settle it, and Cloud gives a firm nod. "Let's look for a quiet way in."\n\nThe two of you start circling around the back, with Barret bringing up the rear, grumbling all the way. You soon find a semi-enclosed passageway that leads to a side door. A bit of fiddling with the access keypad sees you inside, the stairwell within dirty and cluttered with litter. "Man, we seriously gonna climb all these stairs?" Barret groans, but once Cloud takes off jogging up them, there's not much else he (or you) can do but start jogging along after him.\n\nSoon you're sweating, panting, and generally uncomfortable... while your top is designed with plenty of support in mind, it's mostly meant for short runs and mild jumps. Prolonged jogging up stairs was not thought of when you bought it, and your tits bouncing with every step soon starts to get rather aggravating. Between that and Barret's constant complaining, you're not sure whether you'd rather have gone in through the front way or just killed Barret before you started up.\n\nEventually, Barret simply stops, gasping and heaving and bellyaching, and Cloud stops nearby him, eyeing the big man as if he actually might be concerned. You stop at the next landing, looking down at them with a frown. "Well, listen, you just go back if you want, but I'm going on upward." You turn and start to step, then pause, looking down.\n\nEven for you, jogging up all these stairs has been a workout. Your entire body is damp with sweat, and your shirt is sticking to you... it's not quite transparent yet, but you imagine that it probably won't be for much longer. Besides that, you notice it's ridden up a bit, actually baring part of the underside of your breasts. And if your shirt is this wet and ridden-up... well, you can only imagine the state of your white panties, which are thinner, and under a layer of leather that's probably caused even <i>more</i> sweat.\n\n<hr>\n[[Crap! Send the boys up ahead so they can't see!|FFTL2x15]]\n\n[[<span style="color: #FF1493 ;">If you're worried about them seeing your sweaty panties, just take the panties off. ♥</span>|FFTLPlaceholder]]

You've found that the best way to work in this group is hitting hard and fast and then falling back to join the others, letting them do the same. Seeing an opening, you rush the lead guard, slamming a quick one-two punch to the chestplate of his armor before dropping back to Cloud's side. The ex-SOLDIER then rushes in, slicing along the chestpiece, the sharp edge of the immense sword catching in the dent you caused and actually rending the armor open. Almost the moment Cloud has fallen back, Barret plants his feet and concentrates a burst of gunfire right into the tear in the crimson metal, the guard almost immediately dropping back, bits and pieces of his armor flying off comically.\n\nThe three of you repeat the process two more times, eliminating all three guards. You blink as they shimmer and then just dissolve into a series of red planes and then nothing. Looking over at Cloud in shock, he shrugs. "Mako battery feedback, it happens." As if that were a normal thing that wasn't worth freaking out about at all, he kneels down and picks something up off the floor. "Looks like one of them dropped his keycard, good. Let's go." He heads off towards the elevator doors, and after a moment more of staring you follow him.\n\nThe elevator is cylindrical and glass, and you for a moment you can't help but just enjoy the view of the city spread out below you, gleaming and bright, with a few stars managing to peek through the light pollution and smog. Of course, the large wedge of darkness with smoke rising from it in part of circle the city forms quashes any enjoyment of the view you might have, and you bitterly turn your back towards it. Cloud inserts the card into a slot on the control console, and after he presses a few buttons experimentally, presses the one for the next floor up. Cloud turns and glances at you, and you murmur quietly, "I hope Aerith is alright."\n\nThe elevator comes to a somewhat ungainly halt despite its sleek appearance, and once again the three of you rush out and past the camera. This looks to be another area primarily for guards, perhaps simply to make getting further into the building difficult... boy, Shinra sure is rich, able to devote multiple floors of its building to just having guys march around. There are two oddly-dressed blue guards, and the three of you approach, ready for a fight. But one simply waves you off. "Your kind don't belong here!" he bellows, before resuming his at-ease stance.\n\n"Uh... okaaaay." You trade glances with Cloud and Barret, then point off to the side. "Then we're just going to... go over there. And go into that room." Which looks like it leads right around them, to judge by where the other door is.\n\n"That's fine," the guard says placidly, not moving from his stance.\n\nWith another glance at the others and a shrug, the three of you move around and enter the doorway, which looks to be... some sort of vital command office, to judge by all the consoles and the large computer bank. And, as Cloud discovers a moment later, the other door does exit into the area behind the front guards. ... Are they guards? Maybe they're just some insane guys that wandered into the building and took up guard positions and no one has asked them to leave.\n\n"I could try to give you two signals to help you sneak by," Cloud muses. "Or we could just fight them and whatever reinforcements they call, if you don't think you could manage that."\n<hr>\n[[Sneak.|FFTL2x18]]\n\n[[Fight.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[<span style="color: #FF1493 ;">"Distract."</span>|FFTLPlaceholder]]

There's no way to those elevators other than through the guards. Exchanging a glance with the other two, you silently agree and rush forward, one of them shouting "Halt, intruders!" as the little group runs forward to meet you.\n\nIn the blink of an eye, all three guards are clad in massive red power armor, leaving them towering several feet over you. "What the?!" you yelp in surprise, pulling up short and reflexively putting up your fists in a fighting stance.\n\n"Shinra's modular technology has gotten really good," Cloud murmurs, in what feels distinctly like some sort of handwave. But you've got more important things to worry about... like power-armored guards! As if that weren't obvious. One takes a few lumbering steps forward and unleashes a spray of bullets at you, most missing but a few of them deflecting off your bracer. Still, you shake your wrist with the force of the impact, these guys aren't kidding around! \n\n<hr>\n[[Use strike-and-fall-back tactics.|FFTL2x17]]\n\n[[Your great-great-great-great-great-great-grandad once suplexed a <i>train</i>! You can do the same to some wimpy power armor!|FFTLPlaceholder]]

Fuming, you nevertheless restrain yourself to glaring hatefully at the man along with Cloud and Barret as he points down at you. "You have no chance to survive, make your time," he announces flatly, before the helicopter turns and flies off, his monotone "Hahaha" carrying back to you on the breeze.\n\nCursing, Barret races to the edge of the platform, looking desperately for any method of escape. Noticing a cluster of cables bound to a hook, he calls you and Cloud over. Both of you hug to his sides and wrap your arms around his biceps before he leaps over the guardrail. The three of you drop sickeningly for long moments before there's a hard yank that's almost as bad before you start swinging on a low arc. Behind you, you can hear the deafening roar of explosions starting, and a hellish, overwhelming shriek of rending metal, overlapped with tens of thousands of people simultaneously screaming in terror. For a moment the sheer horror of it all, of the sense of that massive weight dropping towards you from above, almost makes you want to let go so that you can die with everyone else. Then you remember Marlene and Aerith, and hug tighter to Barret's side, squeezing your eyes shut.\n\nYou feel something pass within a foot of your side as the cable sends you hurtling through the barely-open door between sectors 7 and 5. The cable hits the top of the doorway and yanks up hard, this final twist enough to break Barret's grip and sending all three of you hurtling up and forward before dropping to roll agonizingly across the playground gravel. You have the breath knocked out of you as you thump up against the oversized Mog-head slide, and momentarily lay there, insensate with motion sickness and sadness. When you finally start to focus back on the real world and push yourself to your feet, you see Barret howling and berating the pile of rubble spilling out of the slightly open doorway you escaped through, tears streaking down his cheeks.\n\n"Marlene! MARLEEENE!"\n\n"Barret, calm down!" Cloud snaps, getting rather gingerly to his feet as well.\n\nBarret whips around to face him, eyes wild, before you step between the two. "Barret, wait, I think Marlene's okay."\n\n"Wh-wha...?"\n\n"That girl on the helicopter, Aerith, she's a friend of ours. Before we went up the pillar, I asked her to go get Marlene."\n\n"She... she said, 'Marlene's safe'," Barret murmurs, the enormous man sniffling like a child trying to calm down after bawling.\n\n"Right." Managing a smile, you nod to him. "She must have gotten Marlene out of Sector 7 before those guys captured her."\n\n"... Her mother's," Cloud says, his hand cupping his chin. "Aerith would definitely take Marlene to her mom."\n\n"Well shit!" Barret wipes his face and slams the full force of his tough guy persona back into place. "Let's get going! Lead the way!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Have Cloud lead you.|FFTL2x12]]\n\n[[Have Cloud lead Barret, you've got a score to settle with Corneo.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Have Cloud give Barret directions, then the two of you head to Wall Market.|FFTLPlaceholder]]

Cloud's tough, and this guy hasn't thrown anything at the three of you that you can't handle yet. Concentrating on rushing in for another barrage of punches at the Turk, when you settle back into place you see that Cloud is fine, albeit now trapped inside some sort of yellow energy pyramid, without the room to move. Barret, apparently, feels confident enough that he won't hurt Cloud to pepper the pyramid with bullets, the energy planes shattering and allowing the former SOLDIER to rejoin the fight.\n\nAfter only another few quick exchanges of blows, Reno staggers back, then makes a show of looking at his watch. "Oop, out of time, gotta go." He immediately turns and runs to the edge of the platform, leaping over the guardrail and diving into the open door of the passing helicopter, which quickly pulls away before Barret can start shooting at it again.\n\nDisregarding your fled opponent, you rush over to the input console, summoning up everything Jessie ever taught you or that you picked up in passing. You wince slightly at the first few probing commands, and look over at Cloud. "I can't stop it... it looks like it's set to go off immediately if it detects any tampering."\n\n"Dammit!" Barret slams his hand against the side of the console.\n\nAt the sound of another helicopter's rotor, the three of you turn towards the edge of the platform again. Another Shinra helicopter rises into view, though this one bears a man whose black suit is impeccably pressed, his long black hair combed back and smoothed with product. Barret almost opens fire, until you spot another form huddled on the floor of the helicopter. "Aerith!" you call, causing Barret to yank his gun down and look back and forth, flummoxed.\n\nAt that the pink-clad girl rouses, and calls down to you, "Tifa, don't worry! Marlene's safe! I-"\n\n"Quiet," the black-haired man snaps, backhanding Aerith and sending her crumpling to the floor again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Okay that is it you have had ENOUGH OF SHINRA'S SHIT.|FFTL5x1]]\n\n[[Now's not the time to fly off the handle.|FFTL2x11]]

"There's no time to waste, we don't want to leave Aerith in Shinra's grasp a moment longer than we have to," you announce, and the other two nod in agreement before the three of you turn and hurry out the door.\n\n"But how'll we get up to the plate?" Barret wonders as you walk away from Aerith's house. "Ain't no way the trains are gonna be runnin' after that, an' even if they were, we..." He scowls miserably. "We ain't got Jessie to make us fake IDs anymore."\n\n"Let's head to Wall Market. We may be able to find something there," Cloud suggests. "It's not much, but it's the only lead we've got for right now."\n\nIt turns out to be a decent one... a bit of investigation, a bit of haggling, and a very long, very harrowing climb up a combination of scaffolding for the plate and detritus from the catastrophe, and you eventually find yourself standing on the plate, looking up at the towering skyscraper and its ominous red diamond logo. Resisting the urge to make any quips about 'compensating for something' (Cloud long ago got tired of that joke), you look at the other two. "We should look for a quiet way we can sneak in."\n\n"Hell with that!" Barret shouts, making you wince and glance around to see if anyone's there to hear him. "I say we go right through the goddamn front door!"\n\nYou resist the urge to facepalm, then look over at Cloud. He looks uncertain, but you do notice him glancing towards the front door thoughtfully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Push for the quiet approach.|FFTL2x14]]\n\n[[Let the boys have their way.|FFTLPlaceholder]]

There's a lot that both your heart and head are pushing you to do, but one of the few they agree on is that you want to see that Marlene's safe too. Cloud leads the two of you back through what looks like an abandoned construction area full of forgotten, rusting I-beams and old equipment. The plate dropping seems to have riled up a good number of monsters, driving them out of hiding and making them lash out at you whenever you pass, but between the three of you none of them are a real problem. Soon you emerge into a more typical slums-type area, ramshackle homes and businesses made out of scrap sheets of metal and discarded wood along with the occasional tarp or group of blankets. But Cloud leads you past all that and through a side area, to what seems like a little slice of beauty hidden away beneath the plate.\n\nYou're shocked at the sight of the real house, but more than that, that even the air is clearer here, and that there seems to be a small but thriving <i>garden</i> off to one side of the house. You thought that not even grass or weeds grew beneath the plate, but Aerith has somehow managed to get actual flowers and vegetables to grow? For the first time you begin to wonder if there's a lot, lot more to your new friend than just some random girl Cloud bumped into after he fell from the plate.\n\nCloud leads you up the path and inside, where you have a chance to meet Aerith's mother and reunite with Marlene. Barret tearfully hugs his daughter and tries to comfort her from recent experiences... though to your eye, it looks as much like it's the other way around. Elmyra heaves a sigh as she explains. "Aerith brought that little girl here, but she hadn't been here for more than a minute before that Tseng showed up. Always figured his true colors would shine through someday, and he did, saying the girl was related to a terrorist or somesuch, they'd have to take her in. Aerith said she'd go along with Tseng willingly if they'd just leave Marlene alone, like that bastard must've known she would, and he had her right into a helicopter after that."\n\n"Why does Shinra want her so badly, anyway?" Cloud asks, frowning. "She's good with magic, but it doesn't seem like that alone would be enough to keep sending Turks after her."\n\nElmyra sighs again, then begins relating the story of how she came to find and adopt Aerith. Of Aerith's strange and mystifying abilities, things she could do that no one else could, like hearing spirits and communicating with the planet. About Shinra's repeated attempts to get her to join, willingly at first, but then more and more forcefully, especially the longer the war with Wutai was over. "Lately they've taken to actually trying to kidnap her when she's out and about, which you stopped before. But this time..."\n\n"Whatever Shinra wants her for, it can't be good," Cloud muses aloud, to which you can only nod agreement.\n\n"We have to save her," you add, before continuing, "And make sure Shinra never does anything like what it did today again."\n\n"Uh, ma'am," Barret says as he comes over, Marlene energetically following on his heels. "Do you think I could leave Marlene with you awhile longer? I hate to be away from her, but... I owe Aerith, since she got captured trying to save my daughter and all. Besides, it's like Tifa said... Shinra's gotta be stopped."\n\n"Well she's a good girl so it's not like I mind having her here," Elmyra answers, frowning. "But you darn well better come back to her, y'hear?"\n\n"I'll do my best. Always do," he answers, fixing his face in a stoic expression.\n\n<hr>\n[[Spend the night.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Leave immediately.|FFTL2x13]]

You leap forward into action, spinning in midair and lashing out with a kick at the head of one of the dancing skeletons. (You really try to ignore how the motions naturally show off your body, including the flap at the front of your costume flinging out to show off the tiny panties hugging your pussy.) Your foot impacts the jack-o-lantern and smashes it with no more resistance than a normal pumpkin might have, two more jack-o-lantern heads exploding to either side of you as arrows strike them. The skeletons stop their dancing and immediately pull out weapons from seemingly nowhere... spears, short swords, greatswords, axes. Dang, they really were preparing for trouble!\n\nStill, with being on the offensive and already launched into combat, you actually find it quite easy to duck, dodge, and avoid all the relatively clumsy attacks of the skeletons and fling out your own counterattacks, your kicks and punches shattering bone like it was made of those chalky little disk-shaped candies that everyone actually gets for Halloween and nobody particularly likes but everyone still eats for some reason. Atalanta pops more pumpkins from range while you're busy doing that, and soon the group of skeletons is reduced to shattered bones and shattered gourds. You straighten up, noticing that a lot of large, shiny-looking copper coins are laying about. You blink as they all lift up and fly over to you, hovering in the air until you take them in your hands.\n\n"Here." You glance aside at Atalanta, who's holding out a cloth sack with the Lizzie in the witch-hat on the front of it sitting on a large jack-o-lantern, winking suggestively and spreading her legs... which doesn't really show anything since, y'know, full-length skirt. You drop the coins in, and Atalanta tucks the bag safely into nowhere. "Storage bags are a fairly common gacha drop," she explains.\n\n"Huh. Do those work outside the castle, or...?"\n\n"They do. They are very convenient for getting drinks and snacks into movie theaters," Atalanta declares solemnly.\n\n... You think they'd be useful for a bit more than that, but anyway. "So let me guess, copper is the lowest 'fun money'?"\n\n"Correct. For many years Elisabeth used specific Halloween items, but got tired of people constantly asking which was worth what, so finally replaced them with copper, silver, and gold tokens."\n\n"Understandable. But since it seems like we weren't the earliest here, and I'd rather not spend <i>all</i> night fighting skeletons..."\n\n"Indeed, we should proceed to the nearest stairway to head to the next level, which will likely give a mixture of gold and silver coins."\n\n"What do you think will be up there?"\n\nAtalanta frowns a little at that, even as she looks around and then sets off down the hall. "I am not entirely sure. She typically changes up everything above the first floor a bit each year, and this year she made mention that she was 'stealing' from other sources. So it could be something rather different than her usual ghosts and werewolves."\n\nYou follow her up the stairs, and into another... largely identical huge hallway. Hm. Although this time the moment you start walking down it, there are several heavy thuds, and a pair of monsters round the corner. They're large, at least eight feet tall each, with broad bellies that have the shape of fat but are so firm and solid-looking they don't exactly make the creatures look weak. Each is holding a massive club, and the only things they're wearing are ragged bands of cloth around their waist that come down to their knees (and still fall against rather large bulges), and skull facepaint on their faces below the long, arcing horns springing from their forehead.\n\n"Oni," Atalanta notes with another small frown. "These could indeed be difficult. They're likely quite strong and fast, so be careful."\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack from range.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Attack in melee.|BuddyFHP]]

"Actually, someone's waiting for me a bit further down the train," you say evenly. "If you guys don't mind excusing me...?"\n\n"Oh, sure. Seeya around, maybe?" the bigger one asks, looking a bit disappointed.\n\n"Sure!" you chirp cheerfully, mentally adding 'No way in hell.'\n\nYou make your way almost to the back of the train, deciding you want to put some distance between yourself and the jockettes so they don't see you stumbling around looking for a place to sit when you said you already had friends. You tug on one door and notice it's still open, then slide it open all the way, peering inside.\n\nThe first thing you see is an absolutely beautiful girl sitting on the left-side bench. Her hair is such a dark black that it's almost blue, falling over her forehead and cut straight above her eyes, two falls of it drifting over her shoulders and down past her breasts, the rest behind her back and looking like it probably comes to at least the bottom of her butt when she's standing. Her eyes are actually a brilliant violet color, her face pale and sleek, with a gentle chin and smooth cheeks that could have been carved by an artist. Her uniform robes are draped along the bench to one side of her, her body hugged by a long black dress in a very mature and adult style, covering her slender body while somehow still accenting each sleek curve, the loose material of her dress falling against long, lean legs. Of course, what you're also staring at is the thin, dark length of wood more than a foot long that she's weaving through the air, leaving brilliant white flat lines, drawing a butterfly with an elaborate wing pattern in thin air.\n\nApparently noticing the sound of the door opening, she turns her head to look at you, one thin, jet black eyebrow quirking. "Have you never seen magic before?" her silky voice with its perfect upper-class English accent inquires.\n\n<hr>\n[[Lie.|Aspareth4x2]]\n\n[[Fess up, but play it cool.|Aspareth]]\n\n[[Magic?! BULLSHIT!!|Aspareth]]

"Snow in Egypt!" you bellow, flinging out your hands and sending a number of small, stinging needles of ice flying towards the Senshi... not enough to kill her, of course, you don't want her dead (yet), but they should tear up her costume embarrassingly and hurt a fair bit, hopefully distracting her. Plus fire should be weak against i-\n\n"Fire Soul!" the Senshi snaps back, the ofuda bursting into flames as she claps her hands together, fire bursting from her extended index fingers and blazing towards you. It strikes the wall of your attack and turns many of the needles to steam, the rest melting. While the fireball is dissipated, the backblast is enough to send the melted remnants of the ice shards backwards, splashing you thoroughly and soaking your fur to your skin.\n\nYou splutter for a moment, then snap out, "If you think that's going to stop me, you are sorely-!"\n\n"Supreme Thunder!"\n\nWait, what?\n\nThe thunderbolt hits your dripping body and has you flailing rather comedically, your arms and legs completely out of control. Actually you're fairly certain that at one point you glimpse your own skeleton lit up by the electricity. Once it's stopped you instantly collapse to the ground, barely on your knees with your ass in the air and arms splayed out to the sides, smoke rising slowly from your fur. As your consciousness fades, you see a pair of red heels step into your line of vision, joined a second later by green boots.\n\n"Guess it's a good thing I was gonna drop by, huh?"\n\n"Yeah. Help me work up some bindings for him and then we can get Mai unstuck."\n\n"Certain that's the right order?!" you can hear the annoyed neighbor call just before you lose consciousness completely.\n\nWhen you come to, you find yourself in much the same position, on your knees with your face against the floor, your ass in the air... although now your hands are bound behind your back, and tugging on your legs makes a faint jingling noise and yields little result... a bit of squirming shows that you've been manacled to the floor with your knees spread, a collar around your neck also chaining you to the floor in this position. A band has been fastened around your muzzle to keep you from speaking, and all of your garb has been taken... including your loincloth, leaving your large black cock and heavy ebon-furred balls dangling down between your strong thighs. One of your ears twitches as you pick up on the conversation happening nearby.\n\n"-o way to seal him away again, at least not any time soon. He's integrated Eric's soul into his form, it's locked him into being. We can't even defeat him like a regular youma or it would be... messier... than usual," Rei is saying.\n\n"I guess we'll just have to keep him locked up until then. I mean, we'll have to find somewhere other than your apartment, but-" Makoto starts to reply, only to be interrupted by Mai.\n\n"Now hold on a minute! This youma or whatever has humiliated me and was gonna do who-knows-what to me, I think I deserve a little payback!"\n\nYou manage to twist your head enough that you can see a mirror, though only the upper bodies of the three are visible, the Senshi both now back in civilian attire. The two of them exchange a glance before looking at the huge-breasted woman. "What did you have in mind?" Rei asks, before both of them look down as Mai makes motions consistent with undoing her shorts, the faint sound of cloth hitting the floor following. You definitely don't like the way both of them blush and grin, even if you do like the view as Mai then pulls off her little shirt, bare tits jiggling energetically. "Yeah, okay, have at it. Actually, why don't I get my 'special pills' from the bathroom and we'll go after you."\n\n"Sounds fun to me," Mai answers cheerfully, stepping out of the mirror's area... and a second later, right up behind you. One of her hands runs over your bare black ass, then down to fondle your balls, making you shudder a little... and wonder what the wet 'shlpshlk' sound you hear is. "Mmm you sure are well-endowed, huh?" she murmurs, making you grunt more in surprise than pain as she gives your sack a very light slap. "Let's see if you take it as well as you can obviously give it!"\n\n"Mmf? MMMMF!" Your yelp is muffled by the band binding your muzzle closed as you feel a long, hard, and thoroughly-lubed cock being pushed into your ass. Nowhere near as big as your own, obviously, but certainly big enough for your virgin hole! You feel Mai's hands roaming over your ass as she presses deeper into you, that throbbing prick stroking in and out of you as she begins to thrust in deeper. "Hnnnh! Nnnf!" you protest to no avail as her hands roam up and down your ass and lower back.\n\n"Yeah, squeal all you want, bitch," Mai coos as she gives one last thrust and pushes all the way into you, her own balls resting against your furry taint and brushing your own sack. As she begins to pump into you quickly, she brings one hand back and even gives your ass a good, hard slap, making you yip again. "You've got a nice, tight ass for such a big guy! Ooooo, what's this?" she taunts in a mocking tone as your own dangling cock twitches and begins to angle forward as it hardens. "Looks like somebody's getting into it! Fucking slut!"\n\nAt another set of giggles, you redirect your attention forward, just in time to watch a naked Rei and Makoto kneeling down in front of you... stroking their own impressive cocks right towards your face. "Is this irony, us raping a youma's ass and them forced to get off on it, instead of the other way around?" Rei asks, licking her bright red lips as she twists her wrist mid-stroke.\n\n"I think it's just hot," Makoto answers with a smirk, her own large tits jiggling lightly with her own more energetic pumping of her prick. "Mai's right, I think we should enjoy a little 'revenge porn' while we've got the chance!"\n\n"Mai's always right," the woman assfucking you says smugly, before moaning loudly herself, leaning forward and bracing her hands on your back as she shifts her position to start fucking you fast and hard, her balls and hips slapping against you, and though you can't see you can just imagine those big fat tits of hers jiggling and wobbling with the motions of her fucking you. Rei and Makoto both seem to enjoy the sight, for their part, since Rei bites her lower lip and Makoto licks hers, their eyes going heavy-lidded and moans getting louder as they stroke themselves faster, letting out soft gasps of "oo yeah" and "Wanna cum". And true to the irony Rei pointed out, you can feel your own cock getting harder and more aching, the cock pounding your ass feeling better and better, until finally when Mai cries out and thrusts forward, filling you with her load, your eyes roll up and your body shudders as you have an intense assgasm. Whether it's the sight of Mai cumming from raping you or you cumming from being raped or both, it sets off both Senshi who start moaning as their cocks twitch in their hands, their strokes sending long streamers of cum to splatter all over your gold-patterned face, smearing into your fur and dripping down around the sides of your rolled-up eyes.\n\nMagical girls defeat a youma, and then make it addicted to their cocks. The gods must be laughing indeed.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HLSenshi19xEnd]]

You grit your teeth, but you can already feel how difficult it's becoming to move and aim with the increased weight of your milk factories dragging you down as you raise a blaster to shoot another Raptarran, almost half of your arm engulfed by the side of your boob. "Fine, yes, initiate lactation protocol!"\n\nThere's clicking and a hiss as parts of the back of the suit open, and extend out four large clear cannisters. White plates from the suit click out and cover your nipples and teats where they'd previously only been outlined by the textured 'rubber' of the suit. A hissing noise starts, and you let out a loud gasp as you can feel powerful suction on your apparently sensitive new parts, four little cylindrical outlines on your HUD slowly starting to fill up as white liquid dribbles steadily into the cannisters on your back. Moving around only heightens the pleasure of the milk being sucked out of you, but you are starting to feel lighter and more agile again. Maybe the suit is helping you focus somehow, because despite the constant, almost orgasmic sensation of being milked, you begin making your way through the ship again, fighting off Raptarrans who only seem to grow more excited by your flushed face and whimpery moo-like moans.\n\nYou're beginning to wonder just how long you can hold out, though, especially since the cylinders on your back are slowly but steadily filling up. They're each at least two gallons in size (in fact you wonder where the suit was even keeping them) but once they're filled up, will you just be back to building up milk? Are you going to stop? You begin to get more and more desperate as the four cylinders fill up with minutes crawling by, your vocalizations turning into shuddery, orgasmic blurts of "Moo! Moo!" each time you fire your blasters, wondering with each one if you're going to be overwhelmed and gangbanged into a mooing mass of cow-bitch at any moment.\n\nThen the nearby wall explodes. Several Raptarrans shriek as they're launched through the air by the blastwave or peppered with shrapnel from the wall, most of them going down in heaps. The others are taken out with concentrated blasts from the armored spacesuited figures making their way through the new hole, all of them moving slowly but carrying large blaster rifles. Once they've secured the hallway, a new figure steps through the slowly dissipating smoke... Arana.\n\n"Well! I see I was right to decide to investigate the ship's automatic distress beacon. It seems you walked right into a honey trap, Cypher my dear." She raises an eyebrow as she looks you up and down, painted lips curling up in something between a smirk and a leer. "My my my, what <i>have</i> you done to yourself?"\n\n"I, ah... I was trapped in their bio-lab and a ton of them were coming, so I..." You trail off, blushing brightly and squirming, completely unable to keep up your tough action hero act with the suit still constantly sucking your nipples and teats and gushing milk into the containers on your back. \n\n"Yes, I see. Don't worry, darling, we'll get you taken care of," Arana says, stepping forward and putting a hand on your shoulder, turning to guide you back the way she and her stormtroopers apparently came.\n\n"You'll turn me back to normal?" you ask, brightening considerably, your tail flicking back and forth with excitement.\n\n"Mmm, now, let's not be hasty..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|11bxEnd]]

You recall something you heard once about a strength-augmenting spell in a game called 'Bull's Strength'. Hey, maybe that's what this will give you! You could turn into a rampaging minotaur and just bowl right through all of these aliens to get back to yours or steal theirs or something. You make the selection and hurry over to the rack to pluck the cylinder out, wondering how you'll inject yourself while still wearing the suit. Apparently thinking about that is enough to activate one of the suit's functions, and a portion of the forearm plate slides aside to reveal a circle that looks almost perfectly sized for the injection cylinder. Whoa, handy! You click it into place instead of using the injector gun, willing it to start using the fluid. You hiss a little and grit your teeth as the liquid level quickly starts decreasing... then erk as text pops up on the helmet's faceplate.\n\n'Warning! Metabolic alteration beyond accepted limits detected! Purifying components to partially mitigate!'\n\nWait, what? What's that mean? Then you groan as the changes start to overtake you, and you realize that the suit has only partially protected you from a very bad idea. You can feel your body starting to change... specifically your chest is starting to expand rapidly, the suit somehow managing to keep up with it, altering its curves and form but somewhat thinning out as it covers more area. Similarly you can feel your ass and thighs starting to swell and bulge, as well as a growing sensation in your stomach, more of it along the front. You grit your teeth hard as you can feel pressure at the sides of your head, parts of the helmet opening up to allow the two short horns you're growing through before encasing them in black armor. Distressingly, you can actually feel your cock and balls shrinking away, growing smaller and smaller, even as the space between your legs swells and bulges, the slightly stretched suit conforming to your new large, heavily swollen pussylips as they form. You grab at your stomach with both hands as it just seems to keep swelling outwards... but the suit's formfitting nature shows that it's more of a bulge on the front of you're now rounder belly, a bulge that continues to swell and grow as four lengths push out from the ends of it, each one encased in the same textured material of the suit. You shake your now rather large and, even with the support of the suit, jiggly ass as you feel the strange ticklish pressure of a tail growing out above it, the suit keeping it encased in a layer of lightweight armor plates.\n\nIn under a minute you've become some sort of... cow-woman, with tits twice the size of your head and an udder bigger than both put together! This definitely wasn't what you had in mind! You're almost too distracted to hear the door slide open, but you still whirl as it does, your tits and udder wobbling energetically with your motion. The sight has apparently utterly stunned the Raptarran standing in the doorway, giving you plenty of time to grab your blasters off your wide, curvy hips and fire several blue energy bolts right into it, sending it hurtling backwards to thump against the wall and collapse to the floor. ... Well, whatever you've done to yourself, you still need to get out of here! You hurry to the door, trying to ignore the feeling of all the generous bouncy bits you have now.\n\nYou find as you start making your way through the now alien-infested passages that at least the change has had one benefit, that shocked reaction among the Raptarrans keeps happening and giving you openings to blast them. Apparently they simply weren't expecting a bovine-human mix in a light power suit to oppose them. Of course to judge by the tone of their trills and the near uniform erections they're sporting by the time you've made your way through a few packages, they're not exactly sad about the prospect of what they can do to you. Luckily it does seem like you got some enhanced strength out of the deal, even more than the suit previously afforded, since several times when the Raptarrans manage to leap at you, you're able to toss them aside, or resist being knocked down long enough to punch them out or blast them.\n\nUnfortunately as you go along, you notice your reactions becoming more sluggish, and you're having a harder time aiming. You don't feel tired, so it takes you a few more moments to realize that the entire time you've been fighting your way through the ship, your tits and udder have been slowly, steadily growing. Now that you've realized what it is, you can feel a slowly building ache in them as well, and feel the sloshing inside. Damn, they're filling up with milk?! Just as you think that, another message pops up on your HUD.\n\n'Estimate that liquid buildup will lead to incapacitation in less than ten minutes, not accounting for other biological side effects. Recommend initiating Lactation Protocol: Y/N?'\n\n<hr>\n[[What?! No!|BadCypher]]\n\n[[... Fine, do it!|BadCypher11bx2]]

"I think I'm gonna go ahead and keep my clothes on," you mutter, turning back to the Snorlax. "This is embarrassing enough without getting naked in the great outdoors."\n\n"Suit y'self, if you don't wanna birthday suit y'self."\n\nTaking a deep breath, you resume rubbing at the Snorlax's sheath, feeling it swell and shift as the cock within begins to move. Your eyes widen as the long, pink shaft with a thick bulge all up the underside slides steadily out, jutting up into the air. That thing's enormous! Staring at it, and feeling your nipples stiffen and rub against the inside of your sports bra, you slide your hand up, running it over the smooth thing, hearing a rumble amidst the Snorlax's snoring. You continue fondling his sack with your other hand, cupping and lifting one heavy Pokeball (heh) and then the other, rubbing over the sleek blue fur. \n\nYou almost find yourself leaning forward, entranced by the sheer size of the thing, your face coming near enough to it to inhale deeply of some male musk and hot fur. Then you jerk yourself back as you feel the shift of your clothes on you... that's right, you're doing this for a reason, not because you enjoy it! You glance over at Meowth, who's pointedly turned around and looking the other way, whistling. Looking back to the Snorlax, you bring both hands up and wrap them around the pink shaft, starting to pump them up and down quickly, focusing on jerking him off quickly and efficiently as you can. \n\nIt takes a little while, long enough that your arms are starting to get tired, but eventually you see those hefty blue balls twitch, and lift a bit. There's a shudder in the Snorlax's cock and a catch in its snores, before you see that bulging line running up its cock actually swell up. You try to step back, but it's too late as a literal fountain of thick white cum shoots high in the air, then falls directly down on you. You yelp as what's probably a bucketful of cum splashes onto you, hitting your hat and splattering all over your shoulders and chest. Before you know it the next shots are hitting, dropping from their high arc to splash against you, quickly soaking through your clothing and plastering them to you, shirt clinging to your body with its wet gooey load, your jeans darkened entirely and smeared with white. You stand there, hands out to your sides a bit, dripping and gooey like a scene from Ghostbusters 2 (albeit less purple).\n\n"... Goddammit," you mutter, a glob of Pokemon jizz dripping off the edge of your hat brim and hitting your cheek.\n\n"Sam, quick, use a Pokeball before he recovers!"\n\nReminded of why you were even doing this, you yank one of the Pokeballs off your belt, feeling it expand in your hand before you toss it at the Snorlax, hitting him on the rather obvious target of the belly. The massive creature flashes, turning into red light and zipping inside the Pokeball, which drops to the ground and begins to wobble, each shake sending droplets of the jizz coating its red and white surface flying. Eventually it stops, the button on the front giving a flash and a quiet 'bong' noise. Walking forward gingerly, feeling your cum-soaked clothes squish with every movement, you pick it up and clip it back to your belt with a sigh. "Let's go," you grumble, squishing your way forward through the now open gate, deciding to ignore Meowth's muffled laughter.\n\nYou have to walk along with your clothes sodden with Pokejizz for the rest of the afternoon, with it drying most of the way to a thick, gooey feeling that wraps you entirely in its smell. You find a little pond to make camp by that night, and once you've built a fire you send Meowth off to check the area before peeling out of your clothes. Your skin is still wet from the soaking, your light brown tits gleaming with the remnants of the Snorlax's load, your pussy similarly wet with it... though that may have something to do with having been constantly surrounded by the smell of cum for hours and hours. You slip into the water, ducking beneath it and emerging, tossing your head of wet hair which is slightly greasy with the remnants of nonhuman cum in it, your skin having a slightly slimy feel as the water mingles with the remnants as well. You quickly start scrubbing at yourself to get the vestiges out... though as you slip a hand between your legs to wash your folds clean, you do a quick glance around to make sure Meowth is still scarce, then settle on your knees in the water and lean forward on one hand. Moaning, you start rubbing your fingers over yourself, then slip two inside, pumping away quickly to get yourself off before your chattery, snarky companion gets back.\n\nMeowth returns to find you wearing a damp shirt and panties, the rest of your clothes spread on a rock near the fire to dry as you scrub at your jeans. He at least doesn't make any further comments, just digging a nutribar out of your pack, tossing you one as well after you've spread your jeans out. The next morning the two of you resume your trek, though you'd swear you can still smell the Snorlax's cum on you despite your attempts at being thorough.\n\nIt's midmorning when you look down from a slight rise in the plains, staring at a massive herd of horses... or rather, Ponytas and Rapidashes. You stare at the white, flaming-maned equines as they mill about, cropping grass and looking about. Actually, after you spend a bit looking, it seems like there's only one Rapidash, a large stallion... and yes, this time you can see that clearly as he turns his back to you briefly, large white balls hanging down between his rear legs.\n\n"I'll go ask what's up," Meowth suggests, trotting down the incline and then bounding towards the edges of the herd. You watch as he approaches one of the Ponyta, tilting his head up. You can faintly hear whinnying and neighing, and Meowth nods occasionally, before the cat Pokemon comes traipsing back. "Well I got good news and I got bad news."\n\n"Okay, good news first."\n\n"Well see that's the thing, it's all the same news it's just got good and bad bits to it," Meowth hedges, rubbing the back of his head before continuing. "Thing is, all the Ponyta stallions would enjoy gettin' away from the herd. The Rapidash won't let any of 'em mate or even clash with each other enough to evolve, he's basically runnin' the place as his own little kingdom and they're lookin' for somewhere else t'go. That's the good bit. The baaad bit is that, well, they're all pretty pent-up, so you'd prolly need to attend to 'em. Y'know."\n\n"... All of them?" Your eyes widen, a shudder running through you.\n\n"Well, as many as y'want! I mean if you just wanna get a single Ponyta there's my new buddy, you could just take him! But apparently there's like forty of 'em that wanna get gone. That's a lot of Pokemon t'have... you could sell 'em, trade 'em, offer 'em to a Professor for rewards, it'd be a big boost. If y'wanted to go that far." He shrugs. "'Course y'could always try ta do somethin' about that Rapidash. He's a much more powerful Pokemon than alla them Ponytas put together, I'd wager, be quite a boon t'have him!"\n\nYou rub at your face again, sighing. Great, this Pokemon journey just keeps getting pervier.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just take one Ponyta.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Take all the Ponyta.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Do something about the Rapidash.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Pass on by.|PokeSam]]

"I guess let's just keep heading down the road and see if we can come across any Pokemon willing to join us," you suggest, clambering to your feet. "I dunno, maybe we'll meet a Mew that wants to be friends or something."\n\n"Ha ha, very a-Mew-sing," Meowth snorts as he starts padding along slightly behind you.\n\nThe two of you continue along the little packed dirt path for about an hour, until you hear a "Pika-pi!" from nearby. Blinking, you lean off of the trail a bit and peer between the trees. As you might have guessed, there's a Pikachu frolicking around in a small glade! It bounds around in circles, then pauses and turns towards you. It then gives a bright smile, standing up and waving a forepaw at you. "Pika!"\n\n"Huh. A friendly Pikachu," you note, starting to grin as well. "That's lucky, probably wouldn't even take much talking-to to get it to join us, huh?"\n\n"I dunno, Sam, I gotta bad feelin' bout this," Meowth adds from where he's peeking around the trunk of a tree. "Trust an expert on Pikachus when I say somethin' feels off 'bout this one. I heard rumors of some Pokemon that'd been experimented on that got loose in this area awhile back."\n\n"So, what? It's like... a carnivorous Pikachu?" you ask, glancing at Meowth with an incredulous grin. "C'mon."\n\n"Look, I'm tellin' ya, that Pikachu ain't right! We oughtta just pass on by," he adds with a huff.\n\n<hr>\n[[Listen to Meowth.|PokeSam3x2]]\n\n[[Approach the Pikachu.|PokeSam]]

"... Fine. I'm not spending an entire day to go out of the way and then a day back on some dumb fetch quest," you say with a sigh, stepping forward. You eye the heft blue sack and sheath for a moment, then reach out to touch it. It's... warm, and very heavy. When you lift one, it's probably your imagination, but you think you can feel it sloshing with a very, very hefty load. Swallowing, you reach up to rub at the underside of the sheath, almost yanking your hand away when you feel something inside stir.\n\n"Uh, hey, Sam?" \n\nYou do jerk at the sudden voice, looking over at Meowth, your face flushed. "What? What is it?"\n\n"Y'miiiight wanna think 'bout takin' off your clothes?" Meowth suggests with a cough and a glance aside. "I mean that's a big fella there, he's likely ta go off like a firehose, and if you're dressed when he does..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Undress.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Stay dressed.|PokeSam3x4]]

"Okay, okay, if you say so, we'll keep going," you say, giving the Pikachu a slight wave before stepping back and turning to resume your walk on the path. "Just hope we're not missing out."\n\n"Yeah, missin' out on windin' up in someone's stomach maybe," Meowth snorts as he scurries to catch up with you.\n\nIt's another hour before the path heads out of the forest, and across rolling hills that are otherwise in open country, only scattered, small trees here and there to break up the monotony. The dullness of the walk is making you more aggravated with Meowth for talking you out of at least catching the Pikachu, when the monotony is broken up by the sight of a wall. You blink, coming to a stop in front of it. It's stacked stones, but fitted together closely enough and smoothed out enough that the stones don't really give any hand- or footholds. It's a good fifteen feet high, enough that even if you could climb one of the sapling-like trees it probably wouldn't get you over it.\n\n"What the hell?" you mutter as you look up at it. "Who the hell would feel the need to build a huge wall out in the middle of nowhere?" Then you quickly point at Meowth. "Don't answer that, we're already in danger of alienating readers as it is."\n\nMeowth closes his mouth and coughs into one paw, before saying, "In any event, there's wide open plains where lots of different Pokemon live on the other side. We should just follow the path and look for an opening, who knows how far around it'd be otherwise."\n\nShrugging, you turn and follow the path along the side of the wall, quickly becoming bored of looking at it instead of looking at the rolling hills. Eventually, though, you see a break in the monotony ahead... something blue is sticking out of the wall. Picking up the pace, you follow the path to where it curves towards a break in the wall... and come to a stop, putting a hand to your face. "You have gotta be kidding me."\n\nA Snorlax is sprawled asleep directly in the center of the gate. A very large Snorlax, its fat middle taking up the entirety of the gate's width, and its belly rising up above it, rising and falling as it snores. You can see its big pale feet on this side, so you assume it must have its head on the other side. (You doubt it lacks a head, since, y'know, snoring.)\n\n"Aw, he's a-snore-able," Meowth chirps, clasping his forepaws together to one side of his head, then wilting as you glare at him. "Look, it's in my contract!"\n\n"We gotta move 'im," you grumble, folding your arms over your chest. "Think we could catch him in a Pokeball?"\n\n"Nah, not without exhausting some of his energy first." Meowth glances up at a rustling sound from above, noticing a Pidgy landing in one of the saplings. "Hey! Any way around this guy?" He quirks an ear as the Pidgy chirps and coos at him for a bit, before he looks over at you. "The Pidgy says naw, this is the only gate to the plains for miles and miles. But it did hear that there's someone with a Pokeflute!" He points back the way the two of you came. "Back that way, about a day as the Meowth walks!"\n\n"A day?" you groan. "What about going the other way?" \n\n"That's off the path, we'd have a big risk of gettin' lost, but I guess we could give it a shot." He brushes a paw over his face, then snickers. "Though y'know, there's a Pokeflute here you could play an' see if that worked!"\n\n"Huh?" You blink at him, then turn your head as he points with a paw. You blanch a little as you notice something you apparently missed before... a massive furry blue sack dangling down on the Snorlax, below a thick blue sheath. How you didn't immediately notice it before you have no idea, especially since each testicle is at least the size of a softball. "W-what?!"\n\n"If you get 'im off, that should deplete his energy enough you could catch 'im in a Pokeball. It's one way ta catch yer first Pokemon!" Meowth adds with another snicker.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go seek the Pokeflute.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Try to go around.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Make the Snorlax cum.|PokeSam3x3]]

Deciding to just sprawl in bed and continue to rest for a bit, you lift your head as a few minutes later the door opens and your mother peeks in.\n\n"Jamie? Oh, you're awake." She glances downwards a bit before adding, "But not up, I see."\n\nBlushing at the possible double meaning of that, it takes you a moment before you can manage to say, "Um, no... not yet."\n\n"Hm. Well, I'll help with that, you stay right there," she says before she ducks back out.\n\nBlinking a little at that, you nevertheless obey, staying where you are and simply tucking your hands under your head as you wait. A minute or two later your mother returns, as does your blush... she's not wearing anything but a very tight tanktop (over breasts that are definitely much larger than they used to be) and a rather skimpy thong, the black material flat against her crotch and hugging the mound of her pussy between her legs. She's also carrying a small tote bag, which she sets down beside the bed before calmly and efficiently tossing the covers off of you and shucking your sleeping pants down. You're too shocked by the blatant nature of what she's doing to really do anything but cooperate as she presses your legs together and lifts them up, directing you to grip behind your own knees to keep them in position, your cock framed by your thighs and your pucker left on display.\n\n"Let's see if we can't get you a bit more energetic," your mother says cheerfully as she plucks a bottle of lube out of the bag, smearing it over her index and ring fingers before moving them down, swirling both fingertips around your asshole to slather it with lube, then slowly pushing one finger inside you.\n\n"A-ah, Mom, what are you-" You gasp as her finger slips deep into your ass, and she gives it a few light strokes before pushing the second one in. \n\n"Oh, just something I read can help boys recover when they're feeling a bit limp," she replies with airy good cheer, smiling as your somewhat shrunken cock begins to gradually stir between your thighs. "See, it's working already," she coos, starting to pump her fingers into you faster, curling and wiggling them as she strokes the slick digits into your tight virgin passage.\n\n"M-Mom," you squeak, unable to do much more than moan as your mother finger-fucks your ass, your breath starting to come in quick pants as pre begins oozing from your stiff cock to smear on your thighs.\n\n"Hm, what is it baby?" she asks, eyes glittering as she draws her fingers out... and replaces them with a little egg-shaped vibrator on a cord, slowly pushing it against your glistening asshole until it slips inside. She quickly turns it on, the thing starting to buzz inside your ass, making your voice tremble.\n\n<hr>\n[["It's making my cock really hard!"|QOKevScheme]]\n\n[["It's making my ass feel really good!"|QOKevScheme6x2]]

"Let's stick to tits that are on a screen," you mutter in embarrassment, shifting in place a little.\n\nKevin snickers, but gets up and pulls one of the anime cases off of the rack, cracking it open and quickly slipping the disk inside into the PS4 before moving to sit down on the edge of the bed and grab the remote. Despite his usual confidence, he makes sure that the volume is both turned all the way down and muted to be safe before he selects the disk in the menu. You squirm a bit in place on the floor where you're sitting next to his legs, caught between nervously wanting to back out and curiosity.\n\nApparently this is one of those 'compilation videos'... you see something about a certain number of hours of all action before Kevin quickly hits play. There are no credits, no easing into it with a thin story, just suddenly watching a woman with big, obviously fake tits on her knees sucking a guy's cock. Your eyes widen some... it's the twenty-first century, even a shrinking violet like you has seen at least <i>some</i>, but you've never had the guts to watch more than maybe a few seconds of it before scrubbing your browsing history as thoroughly as possible. Sitting here, watching it on Kevin's forty inch television, it's pretty... wow.\n\nHonestly, it's like whoever compiled this video made it for the attention spans of teenagers, too. There are lots of shots of women sucking cock and licking balls, sometimes interspersed by sudden flashes of them getting fucked hard, obviously moaning and crying out loudly, mouths open in now silent yowls of pleasure. (Probably fake. You assume. Everyone knows porn actresses don't <i>really</i> enjoy it... but geez, they sure look like they are.) It's a constant assault of sex and arousal, and soon has your cock ragingly stiff in your pajama pants. You bite your lower lip, half mesmerized by the display.\n\nThen a bit of motion catches the corner of your eye and makes you turn your head, in time to see Kevin's own pajama pants crumple to the floor next to you. You steal a glance at him to find that he's leaned back, one hand wrapped around his own hard cock and stroking it slowly as he stares at the screen, apparently equally enthralled. You blush brightly at the display and yank your head back forward, just in time to see a girl going all the way down on a big, thick cock. Your own dick throbs a little, almost painfully, begging for some stimulation to ease the ache...\n\n<hr>\n[[Follow Kevin's lead.|QOKevPorn1x1]]\n\n[[Excuse yourself.|QOKevPorn3x1]]

The last sword on the right is definitely unique from the others. It looks like someone tried to cross a katana and a rapier, the blade curved and one-edged but a bit thinner and straighter than a katana would be. The bladed edge of the sword curves down over the grip somewhat and angles outward into a point, the handle made of cherrywood and inscribed with what's probably some sort of made-up fantasy language. Wondering whether it's just carved in or if it's been clearcoated, you reach out to touch the curvy runes only to feel a sting in your fingertips and drop like a stone.\n\nYou wake up and reflexively roll over onto your stomach in bed, muttering. Except you quickly realize two things... whatever you're laying on, it's not really a bed, though it is quite nice and soft. The other is that there's also some extra padding on your chest. Shoving yourself up and scrambling into a sitting position with poise and grace, you quickly cup your chest, noticing that your hands are more delicate and pretty than you should be. The thin, almost silver grey silk covering your new breasts doesn't keep you from feeling their reality. You squeeze in shock again, then bite your lip a bit... they're probably about a small B-cup, very real, and apparently quite sensitive. You force your hands away, trying to push the new but alien sensation out of your mind, and instead put them to work checking other things.\n\nYour hair is long now, and golden... not just blonde, as you notice when a bit of light from the flaps of the tent you're in catches it, but actually shining like real gold. You have long, backswept pointed ears and a very slender face. The grey tunic that's apparently your on-the-road sleeping wear is the only thing you're wearing, and comes down to just below your slender hips. You lift the front of it to find yourself bare beneath it, your cock gone missing and replaced by a pussy as smooth and trim as a baby's. You pull the blanket completely aside to bare your long, coltish legs, and have to admit that you're apparently pretty hot now.\n\nThere's a sudden shout from outside, a melodious voice calling "To arms! To arms, orcs are attacking!" Your eyes widen and you glance around you, spotting the sword from the museum, slid into a sheath carved of the same wood as the hilt. Orcs?! Real orcs?!\n\n<hr>\n[[I know what orcs do to girl elves! I'm fighting back!|FemaleElf1x1]]\n\n[[This can't be real! I'm hiding until I wake up!|FemaleElf2x1]]

Though your hand snaps up to take a firm grip on the person behind you's wrist, you realize that they probably just saved your life. Willing to at least entertain that it might have been deliberate, you turn your head enough that you can look over your shoulder.\n\nThe person behind you is a lightly-tanned blonde woman in a black sleeveless shirt and black army pants, a military cap on her head. Her blue eyes focus intently on you as she brings a hand up to put a finger across her lips. At your slight nod, she removes her hand, sliding it down to rest on your lower back as if to keep you still. She leans in until you can actually feel her pert breasts on your back through your shirts, her lips almost brushing your ear as she whispers at a volume barely audible even from this range.\n\n"My name is Sandra, and I'm not going to hurt you. Just stay still and quiet."\n\nYou give another slight nod, doing your best statue impression even as you can't stop staring at the monster in the room. It rises to its feet as Ji Kulao bids it goodnight, giving you a glimpse of its lower body, its middle broad and legs thick, nothing covering its body but a band around its waist from which hangs a long, ornately decorated flap that bulges out heavily in front. You twitch a little at the sheer size of the member implied by the way the cloth drapes. Holy crap!\n\n"That thing's called Lord Mako," Sandra whispers in your ear after Ji Kulao has left the room. "There have been rumors about him floating around for over a century but they're always dismissed as a myth. I have intel that says he's planning some sort of invasion of our world and just waiting for the conditions to be right. I can't get any of my superiors to act on it because they won't believe he's real," she continues as Mako sinks back into his chair and starts gulping from a massive silver tankard. "That's why I have to get a photo of him. As many photos and videos as I can."\n\nYou nod, waiting with a vague sense of dread. You have a feeling you're not going to like the 'but' you can sense coming.\n\n"But you're closer, lighter, and wearing quieter shoes. I wouldn't normally do this, but if you've gotten this far I'm willing to chance it if you are. Nod your head if you're willing... if not, shake your head, but at least watch my back."\n\n<hr>\n[[Nod.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Shake.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Gesture her back.|HellKore9x3]]

You frown, thinking hard for a moment, then raise your hand and try to make a 'get back' gesture. For a moment there's no reaction, but when you do it again Sandra begins backing up carefully, with you moving backwards as well. Once the two of you have gotten far enough back, you turn and make your way through the shadows, beckoning Sandra to follow. She scowls, but does, until the two of you are in a hallway closer to the entrance and you stand up. "What are you doing?" she hisses. "I need those pictures!"\n\n"Did you hear what they said before?" you reply, keeping your voice down and glancing back and forth down the hall.\n\n"Not quite, the accoustics are bad. What did you hear?"\n\n"That Lord Mako... thing. Apparently it fights in the tournament, eventually," you explain. \n\nShe just continues to frown at you for a moment... until you can see realization set in. "Which means there will be a nice, clear shot of him then."\n\n"Probably in better lighting and with people around him so it'll be less easy to claim he's some sort of animatronic. Plus, y'know, not sneaking into a room all alone with him in the middle of the night."\n\nShe nods at that. "Sound tactical thinking, Brig."\n\nYou quirk an eyebrow. "You know who I am?"\n\n"I received a briefing on most of the notable attendants here, but I already knew who you were, yes." Sandra looks thoughtful for a moment, then nods. "Alright, let's find your room. It's less likely to be under surveillance than mine, since I suspect Ji Kulao's probably seen through my cover."\n\nAs the two of you head towards the dorm area, you frown. "Isn't that bad? I mean, if he's seen through your cover, what's the point of it, and aren't you in a lot of danger?"\n\n"A lot of danger comes with the job," she says a little wryly. She pauses, glancing around carefully as you find your assigned room and push the door open. You're surprised by how comfortable and nice it looks... you've stayed in much much worse hotels, as this room comes with a wardrobe, vanity, large four-poster bed with thick red comforter, and what looks like its own bathroom. Sandra continues once she's closed the door and done a quick check of various spots in the room. "Someone needed to investigate this. Coming in without a cover would be way too brazen, it would be like challenging him. This way he might think he has the upper hand for awhile. He'll waste time wondering if I know and what I know, and possibly toying with me, rather than going for the kill. All these 'mastermind' sorts are like that."\n\n"Deal with that a lot, huh?" you ask dryly as you slip off your shoes and sit down on the broad, flat-topped chest at the end of the bed. \n\n"You'd be surprised. Or maybe not. You seem like a pretty canny woman that adapts to her circumstances... and you're a hell of a fighter," Sandra adds, grinning at you. "I've seen you work. Not all flash and points like some of the other tournament fighters, you're serious about it. If what I've seen is any indication, you could have a future in the special forces."\n\n<hr>\n[[Interesting.|HellKore]]\n\n[[No way.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Flirt.|HellKore]]

Sounds like maybe your host is having dinner as well, and he's got company. Could be a good opportunity to overhear something interesting, and learn more about this strange high-stakes event you're wrapped up in.\n\nYou sneak along the hallway, until the voices become a little more distinct. One of them is definitely Ji Kulao, the other is some deeper, more rumbling thing. Sounds like a really big guy with a definite testosterone overdose.\n\n"I hope you have finally managed to procure some worthy opponents for me. I have not had a decent fight nor a decent fuck in far too long, and the prospects for both have been pitiful for years."\n\n"It is not my fault that the warriors of this realm are not quite up to par with those of your own world, O he of holy scales. Part of that is keeping the secrets of fighting held here, depriving the rest of the world of earning any true arts that could be a threat to you... or to our master."\n\nWhat the hell? All of this sounds like some sort of fantasy movie. Is the old man actually an old nerd holding this whole thing as some kind of LARP? Spotting that the walls ahead turn into a sort of latticework that let more of the light from inside through, casting strange, flickering shadows on the floor. This is good, though, you should be able to edge up and take a look inside without being too visible yourself. You carefully step up to the end of the solid wall, leaning and angling your head to try and get a good view through the holes. Definitely looks like some sort of dining hall, both opulent and primitive, lots of carved stone but inlaid with gold, gold fixtures on the walls, gold plates piled high with barely-cooked meat. Yeah, and there's Ji Kulao, standing with his hands tucked in his sleeves, pale eyes turned towards the end of the table. You lean a bit more to try and catch a glimpse of who he's looking at.\n\nYour eyes go wide as you catch sight of the man... thing... at the end of the table. Huge and testosterone overdose indeed, he's enormous! But he's also clearly not a man, or at least not human. Every inch of him that you can see is covered in shiny cobalt scales, from the top of his bald head covered by little lines of short black horns, as well as two longer ones sweeping back from just above his solid red eyes, to the shortish muzzle his face extends into, to his broad shoulders and massively muscled chest covered by nothing more than a collection of gold necklaces, to all four of his arms. He grabs up a hunk of meat with a big three-fingered hand and shoves it in his maw, apparently swallowing it whole before booming, "Speaking of the weakest fighters, I hope tomorrow's dinner will be more delicious. And squirming."\n\nThe combination of the sight of the monster and that statement has your mouth opening to scream... only for a hand to clamp over it.\n\n<hr>\n[[REACTION MODE!|HellKore10x1]]\n\n[[Count your blessings.|HellKore9x2]]

Hm. You would look <i>very</i> good astride a fiery steed. Grinning wickedly, you yank Leslie around to face her away from the table instead... you're going to need room for this, after all. All resistance has been fucked out of her at this point, and she lets herself be faced forward, her arms dangling and the balls of her feet barely braced on the floor as you begin pounding her ass with renewed vigor.\n\nHer eyes widen as she feels the sudden changes inside her, howling as her soul is infused with demonic energies. Her body twitches and jerks, muscles spasming as they begin to grow and twist. Her dangling hands begin to change first, fingers fusing together and nails starting to grow thicker and join together, turning a dull steel color. The same thing begins to happen to her toes, her feet and legs gradually changing shape as her arms lengthen, new hooves gradually approaching the floor. Her waist swells and widens under your hands, your hips slapping against her ass as it grows ever larger and more muscular. Your balls continue to slap against her pussy as it grows smaller and smaller, until it eventually disappears entirely, just as a new set of bulges appear at the front of her crotch, forming into a set of balls that rapidly grow to match and then overtake your own.\n\nYou have to use a bit of flight magic to lift off the floor as Leslie's legs... all four of them... start to lift her higher and higher off the ground. Her screams have started to take on a decidedly equine quality as her neck is affected, thickening and lengthening, bulging with new muscle as she changes. Her asshole changes from stretched, abused pink to thick, far more powerful ink black muscle, the color spreading out from there and running all across the rest of her skin as it begins to sprout coarse black hair. The no longer human girl lets out a whinny-like call as her hair bursts into flames and spreads down the back of her long, thick neck, the sound losing any and all humanity as her face pushes out into a snout and her eyes turn solid, blazing red, horns sprouting and curling from the sides of her head as her ears lengthen and take on points.\n\nLaughing, you delightedly smack the stallion's flank as you continue pumping your thick blue cock into its powerful asshole. You give a whoop as its flaming tail explodes into being at the slap, as if caused by it, then grip the hell horse's flanks and empty your balls into its ass, feeling the last of Leslie's self flicker and be consumed in the demonic energies of the beast.\n\nAfter a moment you pull out, letting your cock go half-limp, your cum dribbling down from its powerful, thick black ass and over the course hair of its taint, and across massive black balls bigger than your head. You float to the ground and take a few steps back, admiring your work as it paws at the ground, steel hooves striking up sparks on the stone floor. The hell horse is the size of a Clydesdale and built similarly, with a flaming orange-red mane and tail, as well as white-blue flames around the tops of its hooves. Its horns curve back and then forward like a ram's, black and ridged and just shiny enough to catch some reflection from its eyes and mane. Its erect cock is longer and thicker than your arm, jutting below it with a thick, flared head that's currently dribbling pre that sizzles as it hits the floor.\n\nIndulging yourself, you slide under the beast and press your lips to the cocktip, feeling that hot pre start to slide across your tongue. It whinnies and strikes a hoof against the floor again, but obediently stays still as you begin to stroke both hands along its thick, veiny black shaft. The creature has obviously been quite stimulated by its transformation and having its mistress fuck it up the ass, so it's not long at all before it lets out another long equine cry, its shaft twitching as it begins gushing copious amounts of demon seed into your mouth. Whatever's left of Leslie's soul after her transformation is swallowed down eagerly, bulging your throat as you gulp and swelling your belly as gallon after gallon of jizz pours into your hungry maw.\n\nOnce your beast is through, you slip out from under it and smack your lips, running your hands over your rounded stomach as it slowly shrinks and becomes flat again, the demon cum and soul energy absorbed and leaving you smooth and perfect again. You let your cock shrink away as well, becoming a pussy again as you strip out of what's left of your human attire. Naked, you stretch luxuriously, then run a hand along your steed's side, pleased as it nickers and turns its head to rub against your shoulder. Not only a particularly powerful example of the breed, but obviously loyal as well... turning your human host's friend seems to have worked out quite nicely.\n\nYou glance towards the stairs thoughtfully. There are two more humans upstairs... unsuspecting victims ripe for the plucking. Then you turn your eyes back towards your new steed. With a hell horse like this, you could go almost anywhere you wanted in the lower planes, seeking fame and power among your own kind. You are brand new, but you have the inherited knowledge of the various demons whose ambient energy went into creating you, and you know that conquest on the mortal plane is full of perils. Paladins, Nephilim, exorcists, hunters... and you're just one demoness with a few mortals to work with and, if you're lucky, a competent Keeper. On the other hand, it's not like the Lower Planes are all that much safer. You could wind up as some more powerful demon's cockwarmer. Or his cocksleeve. Or his cock.\n\nStill, you have to choose. Which way to go...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Up.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Down.|GGHellStart]]

You've practically been in all of three rooms in Maya's house, the living room, the kitchen, and her room, if you don't count her attached bathroom in that. Maybe it's time to take a look around, especially since the worst that could happen is that someone could come home and find, well, Maya. A naked Maya, you think with a little smirk, not bothering to get dressed as you turn and head out the door of Maya's room, bare breasts jiggling a little bit with your steps. 'I wonder which room is Baal's...?'\n\nYou almost have a heart attack when turn down the hall and see the figure just arriving at the top of the stairs. She's not supposed to be home, it's almost like you summoned her! Her own black hair is cut short in back, with two long falls over the ears that come all the way down to her quite large breasts, her eyes heavily done with black makeup and lips a lustrous black. Even in the summer she's wearing long sleeves, loose ones that come over her hands a bit, though the rest of the shirt is extremely tight and scooped low over her pale cleavage. She's also wearing that black crushed thin cloth dress of hers, the one that both covers everything and keeps falling alluringly against her curves.\n\n"Ba-Baal!" you squeak, taking a half-step back.\n\n"Hey, sis." Baal quirks one thin black eyebrow, intense blue eyes looking you up and down. "Decided to embrace the nudist life?"\n\nYou stare at her, then blush brightly, clapping an arm across your breasts and a hand over your crotch. "I, uh... I didn't think anyone was home, I, uh..."\n\nShe's frowning at you now, lips pursed a little bit, one hand coming to rest on her hip with a flash of dark metallic purple fingernail polish. "You're acting... off." Then her eyes narrow. "Have you cast something out of that book I left you? ... One of the spirit spells?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fess up.|QOBaal1x1]]\n\n[[Deny.|QOBaal]]

You immediately dart forward, grabbing the girl's forearms and yanking them behind her back. She yelps loudly as you spin her around and slam her down across one of the workbenches. You laugh wickedly as you let your skin and eyes resume their normal color, breasts expanding again as your horns and tail push back out of your body. You grab her wrists with one hand and hold her pinned, freeing the other for... other activities.\n\n"Stupid girl. You let yourself be convinced to doubt the evidence of your own eyes so easily!" you crow, grabbing the back of her shorts and ripping them away, her trim butt jiggling just a bit at the sudden motion as her ass and pussy are bared.\n\n"Cyan! What's wrong with you?!" the human wails, squirming and thrashing, looking back over her shoulder at you with wide, fearful eyes.\n\n"I'm afraid Cyan's gone, little human. You destroyed her when you summoned me into her body." You jut your lips out in a mocking pout and add, "So sad," before giggling. "Maybe I'll keep the name though, it's not a bad one." You hold out your hand to examine the back of it thoughtfully. "Not <i>quite</i> descriptive, but close enough for Demonic Bureaucracy work, I suppose." Still snickering, you look down at her. "Now, the question is, what to do with you? I am brand new and thus rather hungry, I could [[eat your soul|GGHHPlaceholder]]."\n\n"No!" Leslie screams, renewing her bucking and thrashing, but your inhuman strength doesn't let her budge an inch. "You can't! You can't take my soul! That's not possibAAAA!" Her protests cut off in a shriek as you shove two fingers into her asshole and start slowly wiggling and sliding them around, toying with her tight little hole, her pussy rapidly starting to moisten from the affect of your lust aura.\n\n"Now why would you think that?" You chuckle softly, pulling your fingers out to the middle knuckle and then pushing them back in and twisting, making her whimper. "I'm going to guess too many movies have made you think I can only take it if you sell it to me. Hmmmm... I suppose I <i>could</i> [[offer to buy it from you|GGHHPlaceholder]], they say freely given souls are much more powerful and taste sweeter... but I don't know if I believe it. But no need for you to give it up willingly... once I've fucked you hard enough to make you forget math, your soul will come loose very nicely on its own."\n\n"No," the human whines, her hips twisting and jerking as you continue to toy with her ass, probably both to your words and in denial of the fact that she's now got pussy juice trickling down the insides of her thighs.\n\n"Your body's already begging to be raped just because I'm fingering your ass, slut, do you think I can't fuck your soul out if I want?" You snort, finally drawing your fingers out and delivering a light slap right on her sodden cunt, making her yowl. "Mmm, it is nice and wet, too. I suppose I could use it to [[breed some imps|GGHHPlaceholder]]... or I could skip the middleman and just [[turn you into a lesser demon servant|GGHH6x4]] directly."\n\n"Noooooo!"\n\n"There's that word again, I'm getting very tired of hearing it," you huff, shoving your fingers back into her ass and making her yelp again, her butt jerking into the air as she goes up on tiptoe. "If I were you, I'd try to come up with something wittier to say, because unless I decide to buy your soul from you, you're not going to be doing much talking from now on. But what to do, what to do...?"

Acting quickly, you hurriedly banish the telltale signs of your newly demonic nature, adjusting your body back to the way it was before you took possession of it. Not a lot you can do about the body having completely soaked its lower clothing while you were transitioning it, but it's still fairly dark down here, the human might not notice. You stand up, smiling in imitation of the girl whose soul and mind you devoured. "Heh, gotcha pretty good, huh Leslie?"\n\n"W-wha?" The human... Leslie... looks as pale as a sheet as she stares at you, looking you up and down. "What... what happened to you?"\n\n"Huh? I just did a lot of goofy flailing around and acting out, that's all," you answer, plastering a confused expression on your face. "What's the big deal? You didn't actually buy that, did you?"\n\n"But... but I saw... I saw...!"\n\n"Saw what?" you ask, tilting your head just a little, expression all bemused innocence.\n\nShe hesitates, glancing back and forth, obviously trying to reconcile what she saw with her concept of reality, which seems to be standing in front of her as normal as ever. She swallows heavily, and you can actually see the moment where she decides to write off what she saw as some sort of hallucination or trick of the light. "... Nothing, I guess. ... Let my imagination run away with me... I guess?"\n\n"Well, if it's too spooky down here, let's go back upstairs?" you offer gently, hoping she won't notice that you've moved to the edge of the circle but not crossed it.\n\n"... Yeah. Yeah, I guess so." She moves to snag her cellphone, and hesitates briefly while looking at the screen, before clicking it off and tucking it into her pocket. "C'mon, let's get out of here."\n\nThat's enough. Smiling wickedly at her back and baring your fangs in the process, you step across the painted line and stride towards her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take her now.|GGHH6x3]]\n\n[[Keep up the deception.|GGHH16x1]]

"Here, I'll stand in the circle, you find the best place to get a shot from," you answer, hopping over the line of candles and trotting to the center. "Besides, I've heard you try to fake being in pain, they always sound like sex moans."\n\nLeslie pokes her tongue out at you, then moves around fiddling with her cellphone camera. Finally finding a place to set it that apparently has a decent view of both you and her, she moves into position and opens the book. Clearing her throat, she proceeds to read the gibberish in as serious a tone as she can manage (which, to judge by the occasional giggle, isn't very). "Dinh drec cmid ehdu y tasuh!" She pauses for a moment, obviously trying to both get her snickering under control and pronounce the nonsense words something like 'correctly'. "E fyhd ran du nyba sa mega y pedlr ihdem so pnyehc uuwa uid so aync!" Taking a deep breath, she rallies and thrusts out a hand. "Keja ran dra bufan du syga sa y pnyehmacc yhesym vilgduo!"\n\nYou've been suppressing your own grin, preparing to ham it up by shrieking and wailing as much as you could, but the moment she speaks the last word you're hit by a sensation so intense that you really do scream. You throw your head back and howl, wrapping your arms around yourself as your body is wracked by something that's simultaneously the most intense pain and the most intense pleasure you could imagine. Your pussy gushes, soaking your jeans as your body trembles, teeth clenching as some of them grow sharper, sliding down the ones below them. Your tits swell and enlarge, agonizing boobgasms shocking your system as they push out against your shirt, lifting it up your midriff. You feel two sweetly painful points start near the top of your skull and push out into horns. Your whole skin feels like it's on orgasmic fire as it darkens to a deep blue shade, your vision going completely white as you actually cum from your eyes as they shift to yellow with black sclera. You actually fall to your knees as pained pleasure shoots along your spine as it lengthens into a spaded tail that juts behind you.\n\nYou shiver as the transformative magics finish burning out your soul and replacing it with demonic essence. Your eyes clear, showing you the basement in sharp relief, as well as the practically glowing human staring at you. Damn... the summoner being outside the circle means you're trapped inside it! You'll have to get her to let you out by verbally releasing you or snuffing out one of the candles. The question is, how?\n\n<hr>\n[[Deception.|GGHH6x2]]\n\n[[Threats.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Temptation.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

"Well," you say slowly. "Why don't we keep up the pretense?"\n\n"... Go on," Alrid says, tilting his head slightly.\n\n"Look, Huron seemed to like me well enough, and now I've got an established relationship with him and the council," you explain, spreading your hands a bit. "It'd look better for you if you keep your 'daughter'... who's just done you a service... around. It makes you look more compassionate and more approachable to the humans, gives you a point to work off of. 'Accepting father' plays better than just 'aloof dignitary' up here, yeah? Plus a family man always looks better at social events, and gives you someone to send off to talk to the other dignitaries' children of a similar age. Y'know... an age where they're just old enough to listen and pay attention, but probably not old enough to properly mind their mouths," you add with a grin.\n\nAlrid's eyes narrow... then he purses his lips slightly, expression becoming thoughtful. He walks in a slow circle around you, obviously more appraising this time, before coming to a stop in front of you. "Well. You are cunning, quick-witted, and rather silver-tongued. Precisely what would be wished for in a Drow daughter, I suppose." He turns and saunters back towards the couch, pausing and sipping his drink, before turning again to face you. "Very well. You shall become my daughter. But on one condition."\n\n"Uh... alright." You weren't sure exactly what you were expecting, but the easy agreement to your 'adoption' wasn't necessarily it.\n\n"You told Huron that your skin color was altered at birth to hide that you were my get from other Drow, yes?" At your nod, Alrid smirks. "Well then, it is your lucky day, my child. As a reward for your quick thinking and excellent negotiating skills, I have decided to legitimize you... and to lift the magic making you appear to be half surface elf in the bargain."\n\nThat makes you blink. "You... want to make me a Drow?"\n\n"A half-Drow, yes. Your plan works, but will work better if you are more visibly my daughter, else there will forever be doubt in the minds of the humans. Your excuse gives us a perfect explanation for the change. You'll become Lady Cyan Alrid... and, should you prove yourself, I will make it official rather than just a tale we spin. You would stand to inherit my estate and title someday. Worth a bit of change in complexion, hm?"\n\nYou kind of have to agree with that. Besides, you've already come this far with suggesting it. After only a brief hesitation, you nod. "Alright then. I agree."\n\n"Good." Alrid looks to the side and raises his voice slightly. "Maril."\n\nA shape practically coalesces out of the shadows of the hallway... a red-robed figure, the hood pulled so far forward that only her lower face, lips painted flat white, is visible. Not much of her body is visible under her robes (as compared to yours), though there's a faint clinking noise as she practically glides over to the two of you. "Yes, Alrid," she acknowledges, her voice rather flat. \n\n"I assume you were listening in?" \n\n"Yes, Alrid."\n\n"And you know what to do?"\n\n"Yes, Alrid."\n\n"Good. Cyan, why don't you follow Maril upstairs. There was an empty room, we'll make it yours. She'll perform the transformative magic there."\n\nYou nod, trying not to betray your building nervousness as you follow the somewhat eerie Drow woman upstairs. She pauses by a doorway, so you take the hint and walk through... the interior is relatively richly appointed, albeit not as much as what you now know was Alrid's room. (Uh-oh... you're hoping that whatever servant cleaned up the downstairs also changed his sheets before going in.) "Remove the robes, lay down on the bed," Maril instructs in her flat tones, raising one hand to reveal white-pained nails as she gestures.\n\nNodding, you suppress any embarrassment and just pull off the robes and step out of the slippers, moving naked to lay on the bed. You're a little surprised at the sight of a mirror on the ceiling... wow, maybe this is usually the 'private room' when Alrid hosts parties. You watch as Maril glides to the side of it and moves her hands towards her own neck. Then she pauses. "Any... requests?" she asks slowly.\n\nYou blink. "Requests?"\n\n"I'll be changing your body. I could do more than alter your skin. If you liked. No reason not to."\n\nOh. You hadn't considered that you could make a custom order.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just the basic change.|GGRogue15x11]]\n\n[[Have her sexy you up.|GGRogue]]

The Handler sat behind her desk, looking Neutral #7 up and down thoughtfully. Like all freshly-conditioned agents right out of Room 101, it had been given a plain gray bodysuit with no utility belt or tech bracers... like any multipurpose combat platform, it would only be outfitted with those when necessary for a mission. Thus its pert teenage breasts and tight sex were on full display beneath the thin layer of clingy, shiny material, and the Handler allowed herself to enjoy the sight unabashedly. It wasn't as if she had to worry about offending, like she was dealing with a person, after all. Its hair had been trimmed short enough to accommodate wearing wigs, helmets, or prosthetic devices as necessary, shearing it of the once-distinctive blue and purple tips, and its face was set in a perfect professional expression, somehow both solemn and slightly cheerful, the faint hint of a practiced smile that did not in any way touch the completely empty blue eyes.\n\n"Neutral #7, what is the purpose of your existence?" she asked evenly.\n\n"To obey you, ma'am," the blank answered immediately, easily, as if it were actually somewhat of a relief to say it. The Handler smiled... later stages of conditioning in Room 101 involved showing the subject images of their superiors in the organization with positive reinforcement, and images of various enemies and world leaders with negative reinforcement. Of course, she'd tweaked her Room 101's program to instill just a bit more loyalty towards her... but she wasn't worried about the Organization finding out. In fact she'd be absolutely shocked if they didn't already know and simply not care... it was probably quite standard for most Handlers to do. They'd have some other safeguard, and she'd have another, and so on, and that's how the game was played.\n\n"Let's have a small test of that," the Handler announced. "Go worship that guard's cock and balls with your mouth."\n\n"Yes, ma'am," Neutral #7 acknowledged, unhesitatingly turning towards the male guard to one side of the door and moving to kneel in front of him, undoing his pants with even, quick motions of its latex-sheathed fingers. Once it had opened them enough to reveal his limp shaft and wrinkly sack, it leaned in and started using long rolls of its tongue against the limp pole, before moving one hand to tug and rub at it while dropping her lips to his balls to suck and lick at them.\n\n'It looks like the skill implantation took,' the Handler mused as she watched the blank sucking one of the guard's testicles into its mouth before moving up to slide the head of his limp prick into its mouth, tongue slipping past its lips as it worked him over. Of course, as the complete lack of reaction from both his genitals and his face showed, the guard was as much of an 'it' as the blank was, but he was her regular office guard so she'd humanized him a little, she supposed. 'How silly,' the Handler mused to herself. 'But then, people get attached to all sorts of things, like Roombas.'\n\nFor the next hour or so, the Handler did paperwork and made some calls, half tuning out the pair of meat puppets next to the doorway, the sight of the teenage blank sucking, licking, kissing, and stroking the guard's soft cock and hanging balls little more attention-grabbing than an aquarium. Finally finishing up her backlog of reports, though, she looked over and considered. Finally, as the blank slid its mouth over the limp shaft until its lips pressed around the root, the Handler said evenly, "Guard, have an erection." Instantly, a bulge slid down the gray-clad teenage doll's throat, showing even through the thin layer of latex hugging around the lower half of its neck. Other than a slight, reflexive gagging noise, it showed no other reaction, the guard's own expression unchanging even as the agent began bobbing its head up and down the length of its now impressively long, hard, and thick pole. "Mm. Now, Guard, bend Neutral #7 over my desk and fuck her in the ass."\n\nThe guard immediately grabbed the blank by its short hair, yanking its head back off of his prick and hauling it to its feet. Marching forward, he shoved it against the front of the Handler's desk, enough to jar it to bend forward, one of his hands pressing it down until its latex-clad tits were squashed against the surface. His other hand ripped away the seat of the bodysuit before shoving his spit-lubed cock deep into the blank's ass. Its polite, professional semi-smile never wavered as the guard began slamming his prick into its tight rear hole over and over, jarring it against the desk. It might as well have simply been standing there again.\n\n"Hm." The Handler rubbed her chin thoughtfully. Probably a good idea to test the acting engrams too. "Neutral #7, act like you love the guard and are deeply happy about having sex with him this way."\n\nInstantly the blank's expression changed, lips parting slightly, eyes growing heavy-lidded and head turning. Its back arched slightly, one hand reaching back to rest on the guard's arm. "Oh, oh baby, oh, it feels so good," it gasped in a breathy voice, somewhere between lust and innocence. "I never knew it could feel so good, oh God, I love you so much, I love your dick inside me too, oh God, please!"\n\nThe Handler smiled a bit in amusement. "Now act like an enthusiastic but bitchy whore he's just paid outside an alleyway."\n\nThe blank's hand came around to rest on the desk, both of them bracing as it started thrusting its hips back to meet the guard's, its mouth curling up in a sultry but half-mocking smile, eyes taking a set of knowing, wicked enjoyment despite still betraying a slight emptiness if you knew to look for it. "Oo, yeah, you like that, huh? You like my fucking asshole? You like jamming that big, fat prick in my tight ass? Does your wife not let you fuck her in the ass? Mine's probably better anyway, huh?" it cooed, shaking its hips and arching into the slaps of the guard's balls against its still latex-covered cunt.\n\nThe Handler chuckled, lounging back in her chair. "Now act like he's raping you."\n\nInstantly the blank's eyes shot wide open, its expression becoming one of panic and tears streaking down its cheeks as it looked over its shoulder, clawing at the desk as she whimpered, "Nooooo! No, stop, please! Ah, it hurts, it hurrrrrts!" It whined, trembling and crying out at the guard's thrusts. "Please, don't!"\n\nThe Handler glanced up from the sight in front of her as the door slid open, Agent Violet striding in, breasts jiggling just slightly in the confines of her suit. The purple-clad woman took her own glance at the pleading, sobbing teenager bent over the desk with a cock being mercilessly drilled into its ass. "Ah, testing out the new blank's acting engrams?" she asked cheerfully.\n\n"They all seem to be in order," the Handler replied with a smile, before adding, "Guard, cease having an erection and return to duty. Neutral #7, you may also cease and be at ease."\n\nInstantly, both the guard and the blank stopped their movements, Neutral #7's expression once more dropping back into that even, professional gaze. The guard drew his instantly limp cock from the blank's ass and tucked it away, refastening his pants before moving back to stand by the door, his lips never once so much as having twitched. The blank straightened to its feet, settling back into the exact same pose it had been in before being ordered to do anything.\n\n"It checks out, then?" Agent Violet asked casually, as if they were discussing a new printer the office had acquired rather than what had once been her daughter.\n\n"To all appearances. Fuchsia already gave it her own tests, but I do like to put each new Neutral through a few paces of my own. You can take it back to its storage locker now, though, since you're here." The Handler turned her attention back to her computer screen, only to glance up as Agent Violet and Neutral #7 approached the doorway. "Violet. You're not going to have a problem sending that blank into a situation where we have to sacrifice it like any other tool we use, are you?"\n\nViolet blinked as if honestly surprised, glancing at the empty-eyed teenager beside her, then back at the Handler, actually laughing. "Why on Earth would I? And 'sacrifice' is an odd term, you wouldn't really say a Predator drone was 'sacrificed' if you crashed it into an enemy plane, would you?"\n\n"You're right, silly of me." The Handler smiled back, shaking her head. "It won't even be able to pass as a person again for at least ten years, if we don't use it up before then. Maybe I really am getting sentimental as I get older." She paused, then laughed again. "I mean here I am, acting like you're a real person too!"\n\n"You are, indeed, very silly to think of me like that," Violet agreed cheerfully with a bob of her head. "Was there anything else you needed me for?"\n\n"No, just that, you're dismissed."\n\n"I'll go put it away, then," Violet acknowledged with a smile, turning and walking out, not giving much of a second thought to the thing trotting along at her heels.\n\n<b>Cyan the Spy</b> end - <i>Disposable Asset</i>

* <b>Main</b>: Austin can now tell the hypnotized girls [[he inherited them|Austin6x2]] along with the hot springs.\n* <b>Main</b>: Imaginarium-using Eric can now try [[time control|RunFF7x4]] when messing about with powers in school.\n* <b>Main</b>: Eric can [[give up resisting|HLMai3x1]] once futa Mai has facefucked him.\n* <b>Main</b>: [[Mike|MikeStart]] now has a new job opportunity.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can now choose to be a [[Producer|GGSR7x1]] when working in the Ag Sector.\n* <b>Main</b>: Road Witch Cyan can [[approach the camper|RoadWitch1x1]]. \n* <b>Main</b>: Knocked-up girl Ranma can decide to try to hook [[Soun|FRanX22x7]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Mike can now have Robert set the animatronics to [[horny|MikeFiestaStart]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can now go with [[his father|QOFamStart]] for his birthday.\n* More of Mike trying to find out the magical girls' secret identities.\n* More of Jamie and his dad.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cypher can now enter [[Equivalent Exchange|Cypher15x2]] after rolling Karma Slave.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can now choose [[turkey|HollyNov1x4]] from among the options offered by the Thanksgiving Rebellion.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can also [[reject|HolValStart]] the Valentine's chocolates from Allen.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can now [[resist|GGCandy5x2]] further stimulation of her candy-induced dick.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now agree to be the [[toy|WLMischief1x2]] of the strange rich man who rescues him at Worldland.\n* <b>Main</b>: Sam can [[stay away|FemPalV10x2]] from the strange light she sees when being cyberized.

"I really appreciate it, Ami," you say with a smile, reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder. "But it sounds like this place is pretty dangerous, and I'd feel awful if you got hurt trying to help me."\n\n"I-I mean, I'm willing to, I-"\n\n"I know you are. You're a good friend for it too." You can't help but grin as her face goes pink at that. "But I'll be okay on my own. I'll see you when I get back, okay?"\n\n"Alright." Ami nods, still obviously nervous, but gives you a smile. "Please take care!"\n\nThe trip to Mulsap Twelve aboard Sierra doesn't take too long... apparently the station was deliberately established somewhere where there's a large concentration of dark matter? Or something? Anyway there are a lot of wormholes that go there, and soon you're watching a dark metal ring with long, spidery 'arms' reaching up from it grow in the viewport.\n\n"I've got us a docking registry, Boss, managed to get one pretty close to the ring so less delay with getting down," Sierra informs you as she pulls up to a port low on one of the arms. "The fees are sucky so you probably wanna get in and out as fast as possible." \n\n"Good idea, thanks Sierra." You get up and briefly check your blasters, having redonned your suit before leaving the <i>Meridian</i>, then head out. The interior of the station is a bit dingy, somehow about like you'd expected from the outside... the lighting isn't very bright and there's a thin layer of grime caked into corners and across the floor. You do spot what looks like an elevator labeled 'Main ring' so head over, taking a slightly shuddery but thankfully short ride downward, especially once the elevator picks up a good handful of other people. Not humans, people, since most of them have odd skin colors or bumpy foreheads or stuff like that. Some of them are also glancing somewhat nervously at you, and hurry to step out. From the press going on outside, it looks like a fair few other lifts have just arrived, pouring a crowd of sentients out into an area that apparently leads into the station proper.\n\nYou briefly catch sight of a number of people lingering around near the wall, sitting or leaning... one catches your eye more because of how thoroughly he (you think it's a he?) blends in to the dingy, grey walls, being largely grey and black from head to toe despite appearing to be human, or at least mostly. He looks like he might be thirteen, at the most. His long straight hair is pale grey, his eyes are grey (and seem to lack pupils, which makes you wonder if he's not just some really human alien), his battered jacket and shirt are grey, his torn pants are black. About the only bit of color on his entire body are red numbers on the black armband he's wearing, which several of the other people near the wall seem to be wearing too... his reads '424'.\n\n<img src="images/Ruro.jpg">\n\nAs you watch, he pushes off the wall and approaches the thicker part of the crowd, drawing a small electronic screen a bit smaller than the average cellphone from somewhere and holding it out a bit with both hands. "Creds? Creds? Just a few creds, haven't eaten in awhile, creds? Creds?" You guess that shouldn't surprise you. Whatever the sci-fi setting you're in is like elsewhere, it's clear Mulsap Twelve is not a bright, shiny future where everyone has everything available at the push of a button. As you pass, though, he blinks up at you. "Hey, aren't you, uh... Cypher Ceed?"\n\nYou blink a little, turning towards him. "You know me?" Well, he recognizes your body anyway, you guess. \n\n"Yeah, I mean, you're pretty famous as the next big bounty hunter or something. Though I heard you were Atreyan," he adds, tilting his head a bit. "Anyway I'd also heard some buzz that your ship was approaching the station. You must be here for a bounty head, huh?"\n\nYou hesitate, then shrug. Apparently it's common knowledge at this point. "Yeah, that's right."\n\n"My name's Ruro, I've been on this station for years. For ten creds I'll give you a rundown of all the best places to go to find fugitives or info." He hesitates a bit himself, then adds, "For thirty I'll show you around myself. There's lots of stuff I could tell you about if I showed you around in person." He almost looks like he's going to add something else, but instead just holds out his little pad to you hopefully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give him ten credits.|Cypher11x2]]\n\n[[Give him thirty credits.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Nah, you're good.|Cypher12x1]]

You open and close your mouth a few times, your brain effectively bluescreened, before it reboots to safe mode and just accepts the last command given. "Yeah, okay. There's actually this really good place over there."\n\n"Hey, great, show the way!"\n\nYou nod and set off, Liz settling into an easy stroll beside you, seeming perfectly at ease. You usually feel pretty comfortable in your own skin most of the time, but you still can't help but envy that obviously internalized roll-with-it attitude she's got. The two of you make your way to the small sit-down build-your-own-soft-serve place. When you get to the counter, Liz steps forward a bit, pulling out her wallet. "Here, I'll get this."\n\n"Uh, you don't-" You start to say, then realize you don't actually have enough cash on you to pay for the rather large treat you made. You paid the majority of your on-hand funds for, well. You're feeling rather embarrassed as the two of you head to a table. "You, um, didn't have to do that, but thanks."\n\n"Just manners, I suggested going for ice cream, you showed me the place," Liz answers as if it were no big deal, scooping up a bit of her fairly simple vanilla with sprinkles. Then she pauses, and grins again before wiggling her spoon at you. "Did you think I did it because I'm the 'guy'?"\n\n"Uh. ... Thought had crossed my mind," you mutter sheepishly, ducking your head.\n\n"Look, Cyan, you should relax, okay? The whole point of this... call it a program, if you want... is to just make some nice memories while we're young. So don't overthink everything, don't worry about being pushed or pressured, I'm definitely not going to do anything like that. If you just want a girl friend for the summer instead of a summer girlfriend, that's what it'll be, we'll make some nice memories that way."\n\n"... Okay." You nod slowly, feeling a little more at ease. "I mean, I guess that makes sense. Who even set all this up anyway?"\n\n"A very rich, very eccentric lady who likes ladies, as I understand it," Liz supplies, snickering a little. She finishes taking her latest bite of ice cream, then mms and scoops up another small spoonful. "This is some of the best vanilla ice cream I've ever had, for real. Here, have you tried this?" she asks, proffering the spoon.\n\n"Ah..." You haven't, actually, and now that she's said that you're sort of curious. You're mildly conscious of placing your lips over the spoon that her tongue's probably been all over, but you do your best not to think too much about it as you accept the bite. Still, you're fairly sure there's a bit of a blush on your cheeks, and from the sparkle in Liz's eyes she probably noticed it.\n\nShe doesn't press, though, just like she promised, and instead starts chatting with you about the town she comes from... apparently a rather small, rural one where there's not a lot to do, thus why she signed up for the 'Summer Girlfriend' program so she could go somewhere else and meet new people. She's not much for video games, alas, but she's a good listener when you talk about your own interests, asking sincere-seeming questions that show she's actually paying attention. You gradually relax and start to feel like maybe this whole thing will work out and you will in fact have a nice new friend for the summer, when you hear someone call your name and look up. "Oh, Leslie, hey!"\n\n"Hey, Cy, what's up?" Your friend Leslie has approached the table, looking at your current companion a bit oddly. Come to think of it, Leslie does tend to dress a bit like she shops at The Shed now that you look at her... she's a deep tan rather than Liz's paler color, and her hair is short but still comes to the top of her neck as opposed to Liz's more boyish length, and their faces don't look much alike, but you do have to admit there's a passing resemblance, maybe that's why she's staring. (You're relatively certain Leslie likes guys despite the persistent school rumors, but you've always thought it would be a little gauche to ask, despite her being one of your best friends.)\n\n"Ah, not much. Um, this is my new friend, Liz," you say by way of introduction.\n\n"Hi, nice to meet you," Liz says easily, offering her hand again.\n\nLeslie shakes the hand, still seeming somewhat dubious. "Yeah, likewise."\n\n"We were hanging out, and I was about to suggest seeing a movie. Sound good to you guys?" Liz suggests.\n\nYou have to admit that would be a good capper to the nice hangout session you've been having, even if you'd presumably have to rely on Liz's beneficence again. "Yeah, good by me. You free, Les?"\n\n"Sure." Your friend nods, albeit a bit slowly, then finally smiles. "I was actually on my way to the theater so yeah, let's go."\n\nYou and Liz stand up from the table and step over to the trash can to throw away the cups. Your arm brushes against hers as you do... and suddenly the thought pops into your head that you wonder how her hand feels. Like, what it would feel to hold it briefly. ... Well, would it be so bad? She is your... well, she's your summer girlfriend, right? You could at least try holding hands with her, that's not a big deal, is it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Hold Liz's hand.|GGGF1x3]]\n\n[[Don't.|GGGF]]

Well. It's just the two of you here, you're both guys, and really maybe that's what you should have expected when you put a porn movie in, so why not? After taking another moment to rally your courage and make yourself relax, you stand up and drop your own pants before settling on the edge of Kevin's bed beside him. He glances at you only briefly before turning his eyes back to the screen, both of you watching raptly and slowly stroking your stiff teenage dicks, more just to ease the ache than trying to actively jerk off.\n\nYou can't help but glance aside at Kevin every so often, stealing covert glances at how he's reacting to the things onscreen, your gaze occasionally slipping down to his cock as his hand strokes it, clear fluid slowly dripping out of the tip and dribbling down to get smeared into his skin by his fingers. You glance down at your own, watching the same thing happening there and unable to help comparing... Kevin's a little bigger than you are. Not a ton, but visibly. Oh well, somehow that seems like it fits with the natural order of things. You look back at the screen, which has switched to the guy's POV of a very hot Latina woman sucking the head of his cock while her eyes are rolled up to look right into the camera.\n\n"Fuck that's hot," Kevin moans, keeping his voice to a harsh whisper. "I bet it feels really good."\n\n"Yeah," you murmur, swallowing hard as you imagine it, shivering all over at the idea of those painted red lips slowly sliding down on you.\n\n"Wish I could feel that," Kevin continues wistfully, face longing in the dim light cast by the television.\n\n"Yeah."\n\nKevin looks over at you, enough to catch your own notice and make you look at him as well. "We should do it."\n\n"Uh... w-what?" you stammer, your eyes going wide.\n\n"Blowjobs."\n\n"That... th-that's..."\n\n"C'mon, man, let's. Doesn't have to be anything, like... gay about it, just trading some stimulation."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|QOKevPorn1x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]

"I guess I'll wait for him inside," you decide, pointing lightly to the elevator next to the desk and receiving a nod of confirmation. She tells you the floor, and you notice her tapping something at her desk as you step inside and hit the button. Huh, did the elevator need an access code? Seems kind of high security for a school building.\n\nThe elevator opens to a much smaller entry area, still with a few couches and chairs, and hallways extending out in three directions. You glance at the doors but none of them seem marked, so you're about to settle on one of the couches to wait when you hear some talking and beeping from one of the hallways. Curious, you head that direction, finally finding an open door to a large, high-ceilinged lab area. Inside are several people wearing lab coats, and one a bit more uniquely dressed, wearing a yellowish-green hoodie with the hood up, and a black sportscoat over that, along with plaid print pants. At your light knock in the door he turns, showing that he's wearing a dress shirt and tie under the hoodie, and has pale blonde hair and large-framed glasses. 'Wow, he's shorter than I am,' you can't help but think, though sourly note that even being decidedly on the 'cute' scale he's still less girly than you. Sigh.\n\n<img src="images/Gavin.jpg">\n\n"Ah, are you Gwyn?" he asks, reaching up to adjust his glasses. "Marius's friend, yes?"\n\n"Yeah, he mentioned me?"\n\n"He said you might be coming by, yes. My name's Gavin, I'm one of the head research students here." He smiles brightly and gestures to the machine he was working at the panel of a moment ago. It's a large circular platform with a raised railing around it, and several armatures with odd-shaped endings that have what look like lights or satellite dishes on them. "We're currently in the middle of figuring out how this works."\n\n"Uh... can't you just ask whoever built it?" you ask, feeling a little stupid even as you say it, since it seems pretty unlikely that wouldn't have occurred to them.\n\n"Mm, unfortunately it's a bit more complicated than that," Gavin explains, cupping his chin as he turns back to the device. "This machine has a long and convuluted history, so that's where the 'investigative' part of our little department here at the school comes in. We're the top scientific students here, and if we can provide more information on things like this or, hopefully, reverse engineer its useful functions, it will not only secure our graduation with honors but provide a path to success in our careers going forward. As you can imagine, we're all a bit eager to show we're making progress."\n\n"Huh. I'll bet," you agree, since it seems the thing to say.\n\n"Ooo, actually, since you're waiting, why not help us out a little?" he suggests brightly, making you very nervous with both his sudden enthusiasm and the way he gestures to a gap in the railing. "Could you do me a huge favor and just step up onto the machine? This will only take a few minutes!"\n\n"Er." You take a half-step back. "Are you... seriously asking me to be a guinea pig?"\n\n"Don't worry, as far as we've been able to determine the machine is completely safe," he says without missing a beat, smiling and reaching over to pat your arm. "Go on, get up there! It's for the cause of science!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh... fine.|Gwyn3x2]]\n\n[[Nuh-uh, no way.|Gwyn]]

"Alright then, Lieutenant Commander, you're with me. Vasquez, Xinin. Edelfelt, Mikasa. Deunan, K'ch'k'l. Spread out, look for any signs of the archaeologists or any way to access the systems."\n\nThe others nod and ready their weapons, moving off in little clusters. You let them disperse before raising your own weapon, waiting for Miunil to fall in with you.\n\n"Sir, your safety," she murmurs.\n\n"Right," you acknowledge, trying not to seem too embarrassed as you thumb the control. "Let's go."\n\nThe two of you walk along, the only sound the faint click of the edges of your foot armor hitting the deck when you walk. It's strange, the sound seems to somehow both echo and get swallowed up by the long, wide corridors. Similarly with your own breathing... the way you can hear it and yet it seems suppressed makes you feel stuffy, like your chest has gone tight. You can't help but try and swallow against the feeling... it's like the silence has a sound all its own, pressing around you as firmly as a low bass rumble but without any of the actual sensation. The two of you several times take branches in the corridors, occasionally checking the automaps your wrist computers are generating, but nothing ever changes. Identical hallways with identical doors that are sealed so tightly you can barely see the seams. "This is wrong," you mutter. "No markings, none of the doors open or even have any panels, it's all the same color and style..."\n\n"Wait." Miunil draws up a little, then gestures slightly with her rifle. "Look. There. That door ahead, it has a panel."\n\nYou glance at her, then look over. Indeed, there's a panel rimmed in a bright golden lightband, the flat black surface showing a pair of simple square buttons... a green one that shows an outline of the style of arch with the doors apart, arrows pointing outward from within, and a red one that shows a closed door with the arrows pointing inward. "Simple enough," you murmur in a relieved tone, reaching out.\n\n"Sir, wait," Miunil hisses, actually reaching for your wrist, but stopping herself before making contact, especially once your own hand stops. "I think you're right, there's something wrong with this ship. I think it's a honey trap."\n\n"A honey trap?" You frown.\n\n"That's the Terran term, right? Something that looks enticing to bait in prey?" She frowns harder at the panel. "All of this fits the perfect psychological profile of one. The large ship that's hard to miss, has no active shields or any ways to prevent itself from being boarded. The long, boring corridors to make you tense and on edge, and then suddenly, here's a door that's different, with an extremely obvious way to open it. It's even got an extra, unnecessary bright light to call attention to itself."\n\n"Could just be an alien aesthetic," you reply, but you're not entirely sure now. Resisting the urge to sigh, you look into Miunil's red eyes. "Have there really been space hulks that are honey traps?"\n\n"Well... none of them were ever confirmed as such," she admits, shifting uncomfortably. "My instructor at the Academy said there were three records of them where he was almost certain they were, but since the ships either disappeared or were destroyed without actually determining their origin, it couldn't be confirmed. The Khardons did use honey pot tactics in the first war with the Federation, though, and the Domulans-"\n\n"Alright," you cut her off, raising one hand. "So there's the potential for this being a trap, but we have no way of knowing that. How do you suggest we proceed?"\n\n"In incidents where a species builds traps into their ships, there's a marked tendency to place them in either the floor or the ceiling. Most species pick one or the other and stick with it, for some reason. So, if this is a trap and we go through that door after seeing that it seems fine, likely any trap will be sprung from either the floor or the ceiling."\n\nYou nod slowly, glancing at the panel. Part of you wants to call back to the ship and note Miunil's observation and call the whole thing off... except that the feed from the sensor arrays built into the signal boosters is transmitting all of this back to the ship anyway. Captain Stroker, a security detail, and quite possibly anyone that's got the appropriate security clearance is watching this. If the captain isn't interrupting the mission to tell you what to do, he obviously expects you to make your own decision on this one.\n\n<hr>\n[[Watch the ceiling.|TrekF8x2]]\n\n[[Watch the floor.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Just be cautious in general.|TrekF]]

"The ceilings seem the most likely place to conceal traps, since the trap-setters wouldn't have to worry about stepping on them themselves," you decide. "Let's focus our attention on the ceiling and watch for anything that comes popping out."\n\n"Agreed." Miunil hefts her rifle with one hand, reaching out with the other to hover just above the control. You shift into position, using both hands for your own rifle, then nod at her. She hits the control and moves to a slightly different position, both of you taking a second to observe the cluttered room beyond before moving forward, both of you keeping your rifles trained slightly upward. \n\nYou barely have time to register the pair of clicks below your feet and have a sense of something rushing upward. You reflexively try to fling yourself backward from what you think is an explosion, only to be caught in mid-jump as the stuff you had a vague sense of rushes up over your leg and entire body. Almost instantly your CHS and phaser rifle are dissolved completely and your skin is coated entirely in a glossy, clear substance that even rushes into your mouth and down your throat, filling your nose and ears as well. You're left hanging in position in mid-leap, your foot actually several inches off the floor but supported by a spurt of the solidified goo. Panicked at the feel of your nose and mouth being filled, you try to struggle in a panic, only to find that you're completely and totally incapable of moving. For all its gel-like appearance, the stuff coating you is as immobile as steel, and has formed a completely and utterly skintight seal around you. You're left unable to do anything but hang there in position, naked and trapped, expecting at any moment to start suffocating. But seconds pass, and minutes, and you realize that you actually feel fine... other than the sensation of having something thick and hard shoved past your lips and down your throat constantly, you seem fine, even if your chest is unable to even move to breathe.\n\nYour eyes can move some at least, and you turn them some, searching for Miunil, hoping desperately that the second click you heard wasn't her. Your hopes are, of course, quickly dashed, as you spot her standing quite close to you... or in similar mid-reaction to the sense of something going off near her feet, that is. She's completely naked as well, her pale skin and hot pink nipples on full display, her expression just as shocked and open-mouthed, which means she must be experiencing the same constant penetration feeling of her throat that you are. You can faintly see her eyes move, shifting up and down to take in your own position and body. You think they look vaguely desperate, almost pleading... but what can you do for her? You're stuck immobile and on display as much as she is! The only hope for either of you is that the ship noticed that your sensor feed got cut off and alerts the rest of the security team to come help you, or sends some more help. You'll just have to wait and stay calm.\n\nSo you wait. And wait. Unable to look at anything other than the cluttered storeroom(?) and your naked teammate, with no real way to measure how much time is actually passing. At first you try to tell yourself it can't be that much, it's not like you're getting hungry or someone won't have noticed by now. But eventually you realize that it has to have been days, at least, since you came in here. For whatever reason, no rescue is coming.\n\nWith little other choice, you resign yourself to waiting for at least something to happen. For awhile you try to ponder the meaning behind some of the equipment and other objects you can see... but your view isn't very good and the light is dim, so they're really little more than odd shapes and some color. Of course, there's also Miunil to look at. You feel a little bad at first, considering the situation you're both in, but over time you're left with so little to do that the guilt dulls heavily, and you spend hours (or perhaps days) looking over her full, white breasts, her hairless crotch (was it hairless before or did the goo dissolve it like it dissolved her clothing and armor, do you think?), her nice hips and legs. You don't look at her face too much, less because it's not pretty and more because it's frozen in the same look of shock and fear that you figure must be on your own face.\n\nEventually you catch some motion out of the corner of your eye, and your heart soars. Could it finally be rescue?! But then your blood runs a bit cold as you see what the motion is... it's a person-sized Velociraptor, or something very much like one. There are several of them in fact, moving about the room and examining things, what look like heavy, leathery ballsacks swaying between their legs despite their otherwise wholly lizardlike appearance. At first you think they might be some other explorers about to get honey-trapped... until the lights come up and one of them starts working one of the consoles. Another of them is leering at you, scaly lips curled in a fang-baring smirk as one of the others comes over to give you and Miunil a similar expression. You're helpless to do anything but watch as long, thick, glistening red cocks slide out of the sheathes in front of their sacks, as one reaches up to your chest. Despite the fact that all your attempts to move are met with utter rigidity, the alien kneads your tit with his long-fingered, claw-tipped hand as if it were uncovered, the gel pliant and agile under his touch. You flick your eyes to Miunil, seeing that she too has one of the raptors kneading both her tits... and then beginning to thrust into her from behind. At the angle she's standing and that he's at, he can only be fucking her in the ass, and whatever her reaction is to that, she only has the same frozen expression on her face, her pose completely unaltered from the moment in time where she stepped on the goo-mine.\n\nSimilarly, the raptor fondling you soon moves around behind you. Your different stance gives him more options, and his cock shoves abruptly into your pussy. Whatever the goo is, it certainly seems to work as a lubricant... his penetration of your pussy is effortless, though you can't actually feel the heat of his prick or any other sensations through the gel. Just the quick, steady pumping he begins to use, while still reaching under your frozen arms to fondle your slime-coated tits. The fact that you've never even bothered to experiment with your female body along with the who-knows-how-long wait in utter boredom means that despite it being a violation and your own powerlessness, you're soon cumming every few strokes. You're more aware than ever of the firm gel shoved deep down your throat, your being fucked making it feel more and more like a constant penetration by a thick, firm cock with every second. Even once the raptor-like alien finishes in you and steps away, the feeling that you've got a cock down your throat constantly won't go away... you wonder if Miunil feels the same way, as you watch alien cum sliding down the outside of the gel coating her thighs.\n\nThe aliens continue to move about, clearly communicating with each other by the way their mouths move, though it's all still complete silence to you. They begin emptying out the storeroom, either carrying things out or occasionally directing transporters to beam out groups of them. Every so often one of them, as if it were the equivalent of a smoke break, will come over and fuck either you or Miunil. The third time you get fucked, one of them takes advantage of your position jutting your ass out to grip your lifted ankle for balance and give your ass a good hard fucking, leaving you to cum repeatedly in silence and humiliation. Only when the rest of the room is cleared do two of the aliens open the floor panels beneath you, levering out the flat-bottomed semi-spheres that apparently contain the mines you and Miunil stepped on. Your view waivers and wobbles as you're lifted up and onto a low-hovering antigrav pallet, Miunil lifted onto it a moment later. You do feel a bit guilty about the fact that you take the chance to finally see what her ass looks like, since she's loaded on facing away from you. Then you're hovered through the corridors, passing several other groups of the aliens, until you pass through a short corridor and into a shuttle's hold... where you recognize several of the objects from the storeroom, as well as a few other items that have a distinctly "trapped humanoid" shape. You and Miunil are unloaded, the pallet is moved out, and the door closes. The alien at the controls in the front of the shuttle moves its mouth a few times, then taps the board. What little you can see of the starfield out the front viewport shifts... then blurs as the craft goes to warp.\n\nThat seems to put the final nail in the coffin of any hope for being rescued. You let your heart sink, and finally resign yourself to the obvious... you're going to be stuck this way forever.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|TrekF8xEnd]]

Sighing heavily, you eye the contraption. "You're sure it's safe?"\n\n"I am positive to within a small margin of error that your life and health are not in danger," Gavin replies brightly.\n\nThat doesn't sound like the same thing, but whatever. Between him smiling at you and all the other students giving you pleading puppy dog eyes you can't quite resist. Tentatively, you step up onto the whitish metal of the platform and step forward, sort of instinctively avoiding the glowing lines and panels across the surface of it.\n\n"Alright, Gwyn, I'm going to power up the machine and set it into 'ready' mode!" Gavin announces as he works the controls, faint humming and whining noises starting from below your feet. "If you would, look to your right, you'll see a panel that should be in fairly easy reach, with a number of buttons on it."\n\nYou glance to your right, and sure enough jutting from the railing is a rectangular panel, with a number of square buttons in different colors on it. They're just lined up in a row, sort of like a kid's toy as opposed to actual controls. "Ah, yeah, I see it."\n\n"When I give you the word, push one of them!"\n\nYou look at him dubiously. "What, like, any of them? It doesn't matter?"\n\n"Well we need to figure out what all of them do! We've gotten this far in unlocking some of the machine's workings, such as using it as a scanner, but apparently most of its functions rely on having someone inside and pressing a button at the right time. Don't worry about it, I'm positive to within an acceptable margin of error that your life and health are not in danger!"\n\nWait, one of those words seems different than before.\n\nBefore you can protest, however, Gavin pulls a lever and the entire thing starts humming more loudly than before. "Okay! Quick, quick, press a button!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Press the pink button.|GwynTG1x1]]\n\n[[Press the silver button.|Gwynbot1x1]]\n\n[[Press the yellow button.|GwynTwin1x1]]\n\n[[Press the blue button.|Gwyn]]

What is this, some cross between a Dickensian child criminal gang and a mall Christmas display?! You turn and make a run for your chair where you left the fire poker leaning against the arm, only to hear a <i>whoomp</i> noise from behind you. You yelp as something hits across your back, a pair of brightly-colored Christmas ball decorations swinging around trailing ribbon, whipping through the air incredibly fast and wrapping the ribbon around your body. By the time you thud to the floor, your forearms are bound against each other behind your back, the ribbons pressing the sweater close to your skin so that your breasts are lifted and separated, and several loops of ribbon run between your bound-together legs so that every time you squirm they rub the satin against your pussy.\n\n"Sakura from R&D made this one, I see," the girl's voice says in a dry tone as the pair walk over to you.\n\n"Hey, whatever works," the boy says cheerfully, putting his hands on his hips and leaning down a bit to look at you. "We were really hoping you'd decide to try and get back on the nice list, but it looks like you're not going to cooperate. We need to get Santa out of lockup before the sun rises... as long as we do that, we can still salvage all of this."\n\n"So you're going to go down to the station and tell them this was all a big mixup, drop all the charges, and do whatever it takes to expedite Santa's release," the girl adds, wagging a finger at you. \n\n"You two are crazy!" you blurt, struggling more, your face flushing with both anger and embarrassment at the feeling of the ribbons rubbing on you.\n\n"No, we're Christmas elves, though I guess it's a pretty fine line," the girl says in a bland tone.\n\n"She's not gonna cooperate, Emmy. Hand me the mission bag," the boy says with a sigh, holding out his hand.\n\n"Here y'go, Rudy, the finest weird stuff R&D can come up with," she says with a snicker, passing him what looks like a miniature version of the bag the burglar was carrying.\n\n"Hey... hey what are you doing?" you inquire in worry, trying to scoot back from him.\n\n"Since you're not going to cooperate willingly, we're going to make you," Rudy the supposed elf announces, finishing his rummaging and pulling something out.\n\n<hr>\n[["... A Santa hat?"|HollyXmas]]\n\n[["What's with the thermos?"|HollyXmas]]\n\n[["Panties?!"|HollyXmas6x6]]

You spend a few moments arranging things in your head, trying to figure out how best to structure what you're about to say. Because you're betting that lying is Naughty, as is compounding it by lying to the police, so you're going to have to be very technical and very precise about this if you want to get through it without getting shocked and potentially screwing this whole thing up. (Those da-aaaa-ancing prone elves didn't really think this through did they?)\n\n"Look, detective," you say slowly. "The truth is that the man you have in lockup is someone who's been in my home many, many times over the years, in fact probably in and out of it all my life. I think it's fair to say that I gave him a standing invitation, honestly. It's just that I haven't actually seen him in many years, and when he suddenly showed up like he always does I panicked and freaked out. I lost my head, and didn't realize who he was. I know he seems like an eccentric old man, but he's kind and caring. I've never known him to hurt anyone or be a threat, so I swear, I don't think he's going to hurt anyone if you let him go."\n\nDetective Dohish looks at you rather dubiously for long moments... then nods slowly. "Yeah, okay. I'll release him into your custody, in that case. Just, maybe consider taking him to someone for help with the Santa thing?"\n\n"Yessir, the moment we leave here," you hurry to agree, starting to tremble in place.\n\nHe hesitates for just a moment more, before turning and heading around the corner again. The moment he's out of sight you bolt for the bathroom, flinging yourself into one of the stalls and locking it, collapsing against the wall as you cum your brains out, your eyes rolling and your tongue lolling out, your whole body shaking as your hips desperately fuck the air. You've did it, you've secured Santa's release and saved Christmas! And the panties are making you orgasm in relation to the Nice thing you've done. You shudder and twitch, hips still gyrating whorishly in the midair as your juices soak through the pants you're wearing, almost imperceptible damp marks on the black fabric sliding down your inner thighs. After all, you saved Christmas without telling a single lie. Because if Santa's real, then he's visited you and been in your house every year you've been a good girl since you were born. And you've always put out milk and cookies, effectively inviting him in. And you haven't seen him in many years because, well, you've <i>never</i> seen him until now. And you did lose your head, specifically because you didn't realize he was the real Santa Claus. And of course he'd seem like an eccentric old man to anyone who didn't realize he really does kindly deliver toys to all the good children with great care. And outside of some crappy horror movies, you've never heard of Santa Claus actually hurting anyone in real life, so you were pretty sure he wouldn't going forward.\n\nLuckily you decided to wear a flannel shirt over your sweater, and once you've got yourself under control you quickly tie it around your waist, arranging the sleeves to drape in front of your crotch. Hoping the lingering wetness will go unnoticed after the use of some paper towels, you walk back out on rubbery legs, just in time for Detective Dohish to round the corner again with Santa in tow. He pauses again at the sight of you, and you try not to notice the way his cock visibly hardens a little in his pants... despite your attempts to cover it up, your flushed and slightly sweaty face, slightly disheveled hair, and diamond hard nipples must still be quite a sight. "Ah... here, you need to sign these," he murmurs, holding out a clipboard as you approach.\n\n"Yes, thank you," you murmur in a breathy voice, seeing his eyes widen and that bulge twitch a little. ... Yeah you're a mess. Doing your best to seem calm as you sign and date the papers (but nonetheless letting out a soft, breathy moan as doing so gives you a little mini-orgasm), you finally turn and walk out of the station, Santa Claus in tow.\n\n"Well, Holly, I'd ask what made you change your mind about me, but it's fairly clear," Santa says in a rather solemn voice as you approach your car, tucking his gloved thumbs in his belt. "Now just who went and put those Attitude Adjustment Undergarments on you to spring me, hmmmm?"\n\nWordlessly, you point towards the car as the doors slam, Rudy and Emmy having clambered out and walked to meet you. (You're surprised when the panties don't do anything at that... you wonder if snitching isn't Naughty, or telling the truth when asked is Nice, if they cancel each other otu, or if it's just neutral all around.) "Thank goodness, let's get you back to the sleigh, Santa," Emmy says in a relieved tone.\n\n"Rudy, this is your work, isn't it?" Santa says in a scolding tone, putting his hands on his hips. "Now I may have been in trouble, but that doesn't give you leave to go forcing otherwise Nice young ladies like Holly into such things with experimental projects!"\n\nAt that, Rudy shrugs. "I mean, they don't assign you to Emergency Santa Rescue because you're the kindest and sweetest elf on the Pole, Santa, doing a bit of Naughty comes with the job."\n\n"And don't blame just Rudy, Santa, I went along with it after all," Emmy hurries to add.\n\n"Hmph. Well, we'll talk about it back on the sleigh." Santa adjusts his hat and turns to you. "I do apologize, Holly. Your reaction was understandable, despite all the trouble it caused. Next year you're in for quite the presents no matter where you are on the list, to make up for this. Although, if you prefer, I can leave them on the porch rather than come inside."\n\n"N-no, it's okay... Santa," you say, a little meekly, but still giving him a nervous smile. "I mean, even if I didn't realize it was the really real you, I'm really really sorry for hitting you with a bowl and getting you arrested-d-d-dmmf!" You bite your lower lip, whimpering a little in (very pleasured) humiliation as you cream your panties in front of Santa Claus. These things are such a blessed curse!\n\nSanta tosses a glare at Rudy, who at least has the grace to sigh and sound a bit contrite as he says, "You should be able to take those off now. Y'know, when you get home. Since trying to take them off won't count as trying to avoid saving Santa. Anyway, do what you want with 'em. I gotta go get lectured for like 10,000 relative hours," he mutters, trudging after Santa and his sister as the trio walk off down the street.\n\nWell. He deserves it, but best you not rub it in. You climb into your car and drive home in a bit of a daze... admittedly a pleasured daze since the panties are still apparently rewarding you for being so Nice and saving Santa, and maybe for not piling on Rudy when you had the chance. Once there you hurry to your bedroom and strip, including the little G-string, which you're left just staring at. It's actually a little weird to be suddenly without the constant, faint, uplifting pleasure they gave you when you were being Nice. But rather than think on it too much, you drop them to the floor and dismiss them from your mind as you go to take a quick shower and then collapse into bed.\n\nYou wake up late in the morning with a soft groan, looking blearily at the clock. ... Yeah you've way overshot your window for the drive to grandma's house. You'll just have to tell them you had car trouble and you won't be there until tomorrow, or something. You'd think you just had a wild dream and overslept, but of course when you sit up, you spot the wicked green G-string and its bright red berries laying there on the floor where you dropped them.\n\n... You know. Maybe you shouldn't fib to your family. Maybe you could tell the truth... albeit not every detail... about why you'll be late, but still do your best to get there. You're betting that would be pretty Nice...\n\n'No, no, what are you thinking?' you scold yourself. 'Remember what happened every time you were Naughty in those things! Hell you don't even know what its full definitions of Naughty and Nice <i>are</i>! You were afraid to even think cuss words they let them say on cartoons last night in case it shocked your poor little clitty! Why would you ever put those on again?!'\n\nThe answer, of course, is because it felt fucking amaaaazing being Nice in them.\n\n<hr>\n[[Put the panties on.|HollyXMas]]\n\n[[Put them away.|HollyXMas]]\n\n[[Throw them out.|HollyXmas]]

"What the heck?!" you blurt as he pulls out a little green G-string, the front of it just a bunch of green lace with a little embroidered mistletoe complete with small berry decoration on the front. "I-I refuse to wear those!"\n\n"We're not exactly giving them as a present, here. Grab her legs, Emmy," Rudy says, waiting for his sister to take hold of your ankles before he pokes one of the balls connected to the ribbon binding you. The ribbons around your leg and crotch recede, allowing you to try and kick and wriggle, but the girl's stronger than she looks. Together the two of them start pulling off your pajama pants, making you shriek in outrage and start shouting for help... at least up until Rudy shoves what seems to be a miniature rubber recreation of a traditional Christmas pudding in your mouth. Then you're left blurting muffled outrage as they strip you below the waist, and then work the panties onto you, sliding them up your legs and into place, until the string has disappeared between your round asscheeks and the straps rest atop your full hips.\n\n"Now," Rudy continues, plucking the festive gag from your mouth. "Are you going to help us rescue Santa?"\n\n"Of course not! OWOWOWOWOWOW!" you shriek, your hips bucking and twisting as what feels like an actual <i>electric shock</i> strikes right on your clit! It's actually more alarming in its suddenness than it is sincerely painful, but it's definitely some of that all the same! "W-what the fuck? OWOWOWSTOPPITOW!" you howl as it happens again.\n\n"I'd avoid swearing, if I were you," Emmy says dryly.\n\n"And also, y'know, <i>help us save Santa</i>," Rudy adds, narrowing his eyes.\n\n"That's ridiculous, no way will I YEEEPAHAHOWOW okay okay okay!" you whimper, trying to control the way your ass shakes and twitches in the air from the shocks. "Okay, I'll help you, I'll rescue Santa, I'll... oooooooo..." You trail off, your eyes rolling up some and the breath gradually easing past your lips. The orgasmic pleasure that spreads through you from your pussy is as smooth and gentle as the shocks were sharp and sudden. If you had to compare it to anything, it would be like drinking a mug of warm, rich cocoa after being out in the cold all day, except instead of hot chocolate warming from your throat and belly, it's a steady orgasm spreading out from your pussy. "Oh... oh my..."\n\n"See how much better it is to be Nice?" the boy elf(?!) says smugly, tapping one of the Christmas balls to release the rest of your bonds. "Now, hurry up and go get dressed so we can fix the mess you made, dufus."\n\nBristling, you climb to your feet, for a moment forgetting you're not wearing anything but your pajama top and the tiny Christmas-y G-string. "Now listen here you little snot, I've OW! OW OW STOP WHY?!"\n\n"Raising your voice and insulting people are Naughty," Emmy says with a bit of a sigh, rubbing her face.\n\nTrembling a little, you do your best to soothe your wounded dignity, smoothing the front of your top and at the same time pulling it forward over your crotch as much as you can. "... Since I have agreed to help you," you say in a calm, even, and of course moderated in volume tone. "I would prefer it if you don't insult and bait me. Please. ... ohhhh..." You shudder gently, your eyelids fluttering some.\n\n"Fair enough. Plus you are helping us test these Attitude Adjustment Undergarments," Rudy says, his voice still rather smug. "Alright then, <i>please</i> go get dressed, and let's go get Santa out of lockup."\n\nNodding stiffly, you turn and make your way back to your bedroom, briefly covering the crack of your ass with one hand as you face away from the twins. Of course once in your room you try to take them off, but they shock you so bad you quickly stop... apparently trying to get out of them is Naughty. Then, you notice that as you get dressed with the intention of going to help Santa, there's a very faint sense of background pleasure... apparently since it's the Nice thing to do, you get a steady trickle of pleasurable sensation from the panties. It certainly makes it much harder to argue against everything as you head back out, the elf twins following you to your car.\n\n'These things are diabolical,' you think, as the less you resist the idea that you're springing Santa Claus from the slammer, the more that warm, gentle, background orgasm soaks all through you. By the time you pull up outside the police station, you've stopped resisting the idea. "Okay, so, do you have any more of those tricks we can use to get him out?"\n\n"You're the one who filed the charges, you can drop them," Rudy says, frowning a bit. "Just go in, say you want to, and come back out with him."\n\n"But... a-and I'm not saying I won't, or anything," you hurry to add, nervously glancing down at your crotch before looking at him again. "For something this serious, I'm not entirely sure if that's all it will take."\n\n"Just do it," Rudy says grumpily, slumping in his seat and folding his arms.\n\n"We'd come with you, but, you know, elves," Emmy says in a more placating tone, leaning forward and putting a hand on your shoulder, while also pointing at one of her ears. "We didn't get glamours approved on this trip, so if we go in there it's just going to make them think more crazy people have shown up. I'm sure you can figure out a way to convince them if you try."\n\nSighing heavily, you nevertheless get out of the car and head up the steps, making your way to the front desk. Luckily, as soon as you say, "Excuse me", the uniformed man at the desk perks up and gives you his full attention... probably has something to do with the panties' stimulation making your voice all breathy and sultry, and your face flushed. "Um, I'm Holly Daye, and I reported a breakin earlier? Could I speak to the person who's in charge of that?"\n\nA few minutes later, a familiar unremarkably handsome man in casual clothes emerges from around the corner. "Ms. Daye? I'm Detective Dohish, I was the one who took your statement earlier."\n\n'... I must absolutely, absolutely not mispronounce his name!' you assert strongly to yourself... then have to suppress a moan as a soft orgasm rolls through you. Apparently making sure you don't embarrass someone by mispronouncing their name is Nice! When you refocus, you notice the detective looking at you a bit oddly, with a little color in his cheeks. ... You probably weren't <i>entirely</i> successful at hiding that you came. But luckily he doesn't seem to have noticed anything too out of the ordinary since it's only a bit of a curious look, so you clear your throat. "Yes, Detective Dohish, thank you. I wanted to talk to you about the man in my home earlier."\n\n"Yes, we've got him in a cell right now, we're waiting for someone from mental health services to come over and do a brief evaluation before it's decided where he'll wind up for the immediate future. Why, were you worried we'd let him out?" he asks, giving you a comforting smile.\n\n"Ah, actually, I was hoping you would. You see, I'd actually like to drop all cha<i>aaa</i>rges," you explain, doing your best not to stammer as the pleasure from your panties briefly intensifies as you go through with your intent to release Santa. It winds up coming out as a breathy extension of the last word, which makes you blush again. \n\nThe detective stares at you for a long moment, at first a bit shocked, then with a slight frown. "I... I'm not sure if that will result in his release in this case, ma'am. While it's your prerogative to drop the charges for breaking and entering and the other things you've said in your statement, the fact that he broke into your house dressed as Santa Claus, and the fact that he's consistently given his name <i>as</i> Santa Claus, makes him a potential risk to himself and others. What if I let him out and he broke into someone else's house? Or tried to climb down a chimney and broke his own back? I think it's best if he stays here until the psych eval is done."\n\nCra-aaaa-ackers, this is exactly what you were afraid of. Even if he's technically no longer guilty of the crime of breaking and entering, Santa is now guilty of the crime of thinking he's Santa! You'll have to figure out some way to convince Dohish...\n\n<hr>\n[[Make up a story.|HollyXMas]]\n\n[[Seduce the detective.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Get... creative.|HollyXmas6x7]]

You decide that ideally you'd like to sit and just enjoy the peace and Christmas-y feeling of the night as long as possible. Changing into pink satin pajama pants and a baggy, comfortable sweater, you curl up in a chair in the 'breakfast nook' of your house. Behind you is your living room full of lights and decorations and tree, fire crackling in the fireplace. Ahead of you is a lovely view of your front yard and the snowman you built earlier that day... though you can't see the face you put on him since you built him facing the street, but you can still enjoy the traditional tophat (which you bought just to put on snowmen) and the cane you put in one hand, because darn it when you make a snowman you go all out.\n\nYou sit in the chair, enjoying muted Christmas music from your phone placed nearby as you sip your way through too many mugs of hot chocolate, gazing out the window at the street's Christmas lights and the snow drifting slowly down through the air. Eventually your eyes and head grow heavier and heavier, and you almost literally nod off, having just enough awareness to set your mostly empty mug to the side before you drift to sleep entirely, warm and relatively comfy wrapped in both the chair and the Christmas spirit.\n\nYou jerk awake sometime later, blinking your eyes open, your phone battery having run down and the Christmas music having gone silent. You have the distinct feeling of being woken up by something though you can't place exactly what... you feel like you heard something? Searching both your memory and straining with your ears, you think you heard...\n\n<hr>\n[[Thumping from the fireplace?|HollyXmas6x2]]\n\n[[Shuffling through the snow?|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Someone singing carols?|HollyXmas]]

Confidently, you select the option to land on his hideout. You'll break in, catch this guy off guard, stun him, drag him back to this ship and hit the 'Recall' button, and be back in time for dinner. ... Hey, what do they have for dinner in space anyway?\n\nYour thoughts perhaps a little more on pondering your future daily schedule than your job, you watch as the sky fades from black with stars to blue and clear, and tropical jungle goes zooming by below you. Eventually a squat, squarish metal bunker sort of building comes into view, mostly surrounded by the jungle with little if any clear area around it. The vehicle stops overhead and hovers, then slowly lowers down to the roof. A doorway slides open in back, and you get up and walk out, peering back behind you... there's the faintest shimmer in the air where you know the ship must be, but other than that it's invisible. Wow, nice! Real cloaking technology! You scan the roof, the HUD of your helmet helpfully providing short-range scans of the area and what's below. It identifies one particular grate sticking up as having a utility room directly below it. Perfect! Walking over, you tug on the grate until it comes loose and you can set it aside, then drop through the roughly six feet of vent below, landing easily. Okay, now there's another vent at the bottom, you can just pry that off and-\n\nSolid metal suddenly slams down over that vent, as well as the one above you, making you snap your head up at the sight. "... Oh fuck."\n\nThe floor abruptly yanks itself from below you, dropping you onto an angled, seemingly frictionless metal surface, your feet flinging out from under you and sending you hurtling down, screaming with surprise as you're flung through the apparent trap chute like a bullet from a gun. You twist back and forth, this way and that, getting more and more disoriented, until it flattens out and you're flung free of the tunnel. You hit the ground roughly and roll, your helmet display flashing 'Autocorrecting' before you find yourself managing to roll to your feet and come to a stop. Head spinning, you snatch your gun from its holster and gesture it around, trying to get your jumbled-up brain to focus.\n\n"Hnnnh, this again. How bothersome."\n\nHearing something helps, and you snap your head and gun in that direction. You seem to be in some sort of large, open lab area, dotted all around with equipment. Directly ahead, pushing back from the computer console to stand, is a massive, orange skinned figure, bald and with a crest capping the crown of his skull. As he stands and turns, you start to get a sense of how big he really is... he towers over you even before he's full upright. He's definitely a Triceratops, or something like it, two long, smooth pale horns jutting from his forehead below the impressive bone crest rising from around his forehead, his lower face muzzle-like and beak-tipped, a pair of small spectacles perched upon it behind the stubbier third horn rising from above his nostrils. He's also completely naked... his thick arms, nipple-less pecs, and broad stomach are bare, the bulge and set of him making him look potbellied, though the firmness of it somehow still says it's not just fat. Dangling between his rather squat, broad, trunklike legs is a truly massive cock and balls, the shaft dangling down freely slightly past his knees. In fact, the only thing he seems to be wearing is a thick, bulky silver bracer around his right arm, covered with numerous blinking lights and technical-looking things sticking off of it.\n\n"Yet another lowly mammal law enforcement officer interrupting my work," he grumbles, his voice a deep bass rumble that feels like it passes right through you even from fifteen feet away. "Pathetic. Why don't you just strip off those ridiculous clothes, get on all fours where you belong, and crawl over here and start sucking my cock, it will save us all some time getting to the inevitable."\n\n<hr>\n[["Oh, hell with you!"|GGSR]]\n\n[["Freeze!"|GGSR10x3]]\n\n[["... okay..."|GGSR]]

Shrieking in fear at the sudden presence of some psycho in your house dressed up like a mall Santa, you grab up the first thing to come to hand, a fairly heavy crystal bowl full of Christmas M&Ms and chuck it at him. Your aim is pretty decent because it clonks him square on the head and sends him sprawling backwards in a rather aesthetically pleasing shower of red and green candies before he thuds heavily to the floor. Rushing over to the phone (and grateful you decided to keep your land line just in case), you dial the police quickly. "Help! Somebody's broken into my house!"\n\nEventually the police arrive, luckily just before the intruder wakes up, a pair of large officers hauling the groggy man to his feet and handcuffing him before taking him out to their patrol car. Another takes your statement, including the fact that you think he might be a dangerous murderer, based on his comments about hating to be caught. (Especially by children! You hope they put him away for life!) After awhile everyone's cleared out, leaving you simply sitting around trying to get your nerves under control. What a Christmas eve!\n\nYou've sipped about half the glass of whiskey you poured yourself when you hear a pair of thumps from the living room. What? That couldn't possibly be... still, nothing for it but to get up and look. You stand up from your chair again and head back into the living room, stopping and staring at a <i>pair</i> of figures now standing in your living room. These two certainly look like they could fit down your chimney, perhaps teens (or tweens), a boy and a girl, both with shoulder-length blonde hair, and both alike enough in prettiness that you're fairly sure they're twins. They're dressed near-identically in floppy-topped pointy hats, long-sleeved tunic-type garments, tights, and curly-toed shoes, though the boy's in red and the girl's in green.\n\n"Boy, I can't remember the last time someone made this much trouble for Christmas," the boy in red declares, frowning and pointing, vibrant green eyes glittering, a bit of pink at the tips of his pointed ears. "Listen, you, you got Santa Claus arrested, and you're going to fix this!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... oops..."|HollyXmas]]\n\n[["AAAA MORE PSYCHOS!"|HollyXmas6x4]]

Fearing some scenario where your chimney collapses in the middle of the night on Christmas, you get up and turn to head back into the living room proper... only to freeze with wide eyes at what you see. A very distinctive-looking man in a very distinctive-looking fur-trimmed red suit is backing away from the fireplace, hauling an overstuffed bag away from it. Both the man and the bag appear far too large to have fit down your chimney at all, all the more obvious when he turns around and his fat belly shakes like a bowl full of...\n\n... something.\n\nThe rosy-cheeked fellow also jerks to a halt as he spots you, blinking big brown eyes from behind his half-moon spectacles, which he reaches up to adjust with his black leather mittens. He lets out a gusty sigh from behind his big snowy beard and shakes his head. "Oh dear. I do hate when this happens. Though it's almost always the little ones that it happens with, I have to say..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... hi, Santa..."|HollyXmas7x1]]\n\n[["Well hi, Santa. ♥"|HollyXmas]]\n\n[["AAAA BURGLAR!"|HollyXmas6x3]]

Nah, if you're gonna go, you're not gonna stand around waiting on a toaster first. You head out the door and hurry along the walkway and down the stairs outside, heading for the sidewalk.\n\nThe information Celest implanted in your head is pretty useful at least. You know that if you walk two blocks down and one block over, you'll reach an express bus that will take you almost directly to the school. You spot a convenience store along your route and duck inside, glancing around and then realizing that if you want to make sure to catch the very next bus and not spend at least ten minutes waiting, you just need to get something and <i>go</i>. You grab the first brightly-colored food package that looks sort of breakfast-y and hurry to the counter with it, not bothering to look until you're back outside and hurrying down the sidewalk.\n\n"... Froot Loops flavored Lays potato chips?" You sigh, hanging your head a bit. "Oh, Japan. ... Eh, do I get to say that anymore...?"\n\n"Mrowr?"\n\nYou blink and raise your head at that apparent comment on your identity crisis. There's one of those kitten boxes you've seen so much in anime, with a little pair of ears poking up over the edge as if its occupant were trying to get a look at you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Awwwwww!|GGJS1x4]]\n\n[[Awwwwwwwwwwwww but you're gonna be late seeya on the way home kitty.|GGJS]]

First things first, you need to arm yourself. Shado has both your blasters and his, and you think the most you might have right now is a knife. No way you're going to be able to take him on with that, considering he's not only got the suit, but is also bigger than you, more muscular than you, and has whatever that mental effect of his is. Spotting a storefront with several different kinds of guns in the display, you rush to the nearby lift and take it down to the next level, then hurry over. Behind the counter is an alien wearing surprisingly 'normal' clothes, at least from up top, being a yellow-orange shirt with red alien script on it beneath a black hoodie jacket, and you think what looks like blue jeans, as well as a pair of light-up headphones draped around its neck. Of course despite that, he's some sort of lizard person... actually, no, on a closer look he's more like a snake with arms and legs, his scales dark green with beige splotches.\n\n"I need a blaster, quick-like," you announce as you step up to the counter. A phrase that would set off red flags galore most places, but you're betting is absolutely run-of-the-mill here.\n\nThe snakeman looks you up and down with his narrow yellow eyes, then says, "Sorry, Ceed, I don't sell to bounty hunters." At first you don't think it's even him that says it, since his mouth barely moves, but then you realize the voice is actually coming from the speakers on the outside of the headphones.\n\n"What? Why the hell not?!" you demand, scowling at him. "I've got the credits!" You think. You're pretty sure.\n\n"This may not be the Dark Sector but most of my clientele isn't exactly well-disposed towards any form of law enforcement. It gets around that I let bounty hunters buy here, soon anybody less than squeaky clean won't come within spitting distance of my place. Just not worth it, sorry." He lifts a hand and points at the entrance, clearly asking you to leave.\n\nYou grind your teeth some, and manage to grit out, "Look, it's <i>important</i>, alright? This isn't about a bounty head, it's something else!"\n\nThe snakeman lowers his hand, and looks you up and down slowly, long neck bobbing back and forth lightly. "Hm. No sign of the infamous suit. And the style of those clothes look familiar. Let me guess, had a little 'meeting of peers' with Captain Shado?" As your jaw drops and your face flushes again, the alien's slightly open lips curl in a smirk, and the headphone speakers let out a smooth chuckle. "He's an Alpha Canian, Ceed. It's how he recruits his crew... finding hot young potentials, exerting his dominance aura over them, and fucking them. After that, they're hopelessly infatuated with him and would do anything to get his dick in them again." He looks you up and down again. "But not you, interestingly enough. You must have broken at least some of his control after the fact."\n\n"Then you must understand how <i>pissed</i> I am," you snarl.\n\n"Oh all too well. Let's say I empathize most heartily. That still doesn't change the fact of what I've already told you." He reaches a hand up and scratches the underside of his muzzle. "Of course I can bend the rule, maybe. In a way that still lets me keep my cred to other buyers." He leans down to rummage out of sight, then sets a small pistol on the counter. If you were asked to imagine a 'generic blaster pistol', you'd probably come up with this plain white thing with little in the way of aesthetic touches. "VT-1 stun blaster. Your basic, entry-level, common as dirt self defense weapon. Only real benefits are effectively unlimited shots, relatively high rate of fire, and that it's cheap. I mean, normally it's cheap, I'm going to charge you an arm and a leg for it. I guess if you pump, oh, maybe a dozen shots into Shado, it might get through that suit of yours and put him out. At least partway."\n\n"How generous," you mutter.\n\n"Now now, you haven't heard your full range of options yet." Chuckling, the snakeman alien turns to the wall behind him and presses part of it. The wall and its racked guns slide apart, revealing several more intimidating-looking weapons, like the designers were actively trying to convey a sense of 'Fuck with me and see what happens' just by looking at them. He takes down one ominous black rifle with a handful of tines of different lengths at the end instead of a barrel opening, and sets it on the counter as well. "This is a Vortex Omnisonic Disruptor. Uses sound waves of numerous kinds to stun or damage. I guarantee you, one shot with this, even if it just hits <i>near</i> Shado, will overload his poor Canian ears and have him dropping to the deck to whimper like a puppy. It even has a special function for discerning targets with certain ranges of hearing... I can give you Shado's, so with this baby you can make a beeline right to him."\n\n"So, what, you'll sell it to me for my immortal soul?" you say acidly, while unable to help looking at the weapon with utter eagerness.\n\n"No, I'll give it to you at market price. But first..." He smirks again, running one of his scaled hands down his belly over his T-shirt, obviously making a point about unsnapping the button of his jeans. "You've gotta come around here, get on your knees, and make with the suck."\n\n"... Wha...?" You feel yourself try to go pale and blush at the same time, making you a bit lightheaded.\n\n"You wanna avenge your humiliation at Shado's hands? You've gotta be willing to voluntarily undergo a little more. That's how I can spin it... 'Yeah, sure, I sold Cypher Ceed an Omnisonic Disruptor, but I made him swallow my load like a discount promenade hooker first'." He shrugs dramatically, even lifting his hands. "Up to you, of course."\n\n<hr>\n[[Overpay for the VT-1.|CySW]]\n\n[[Suck cock to be allowed to buy the disruptor.|CySW]]\n\n[[Take a third option.|CySW]]

"I, I mean, I've got my own ship, you know, and, and she's probably waiting on me, you know, and..." You trail off, squirming uncomfortably.\n\n"Hunh." Shado looks at you in something bordering on surprise, then shrugs. "Suit yourself, kid." Then he turns and walks out without another word, the door sliding closed behind him.\n\nYou sink down to sit on a nearby bench, feeling adrift. You said you had your own ship to get back to, but with Shado suddenly gone you feel so... lost. Adrift. Like you'd misplaced any idea of what you were actually doing with yourself. Frowning a bit, you try to work through the feeling, though it takes a good ten minutes of just sitting there staring blankly at the hallway to even realize you can think on your own.\n\nObviously you came here to do something, you came here to... seek the bounty on the Quatra twins! And as you were looking for clues, you went to the bar and met Shado, and... and he fucked you?! He brought you back to his room, bent you over the bed, and he fucked you!! What the hell, why did you let him do that?! Actually you're pretty sure you <i>begged</i> him to do that, what the actual hell?! And then he just took your suit, and you let him?! No, you gave it to him! He must have put some sort of psychic mind whammy on you!\n\nYour face flushed in a mixture of fury and humiliation, you leap to your feet and rush a bit further down the hallway, looking back and forth. Obviously Shado is long gone, disappeared into one of the ship entrances, so instead you rush down the hallway largely at random. Eventually it opens up into a level overlooking what you assume is the commerce level you heard about earlier, obvious shops lining the walls and a technicolor crowd wandering through. Damn, even if he came all this way instead, he'd have disappeared into the crowd. Now what?\n\n<hr>\n[[You need a weapon.|CySW2x2]]\n\n[[You need info.|CySW]]\n\n[[You need to give up.|CySW]]

Let's try to be as normal as possible on the first day at the very least, right? You can make a better decision tomorrow when you have more time to think it over.\n\nYou glance at the small kitchen area of the apartment. It looks like it's stocked with basic amenities, including a loaf of bread. Slice of toast maybe?\n\n<hr>\n[[That works.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Just grab something on the way.|GGJS1x3]]

You moan eagerly as the other horse mascot starts pushing his molded foam dick into your virgin asshole. You expect it to hurt, but it feels nothing but amazing as he stuffs more and more of his two foot felt equine dong right up your ass. Soon he's buried balls-deep in you, and begins pounding down into you.\n\nHis thrusts work you down against Harry and rub your cock back and forth in his asshole, smearing around the cum you'd already painted his rear sheath with. You and the totally radical horse mascot both moan loudly at the sensation as Harry's father pounds into you, making you fuck his son all over again. You know Harry's cock must be working around underneath him, trapped between his belly and the sheets. You wonder if it feels good to him, because you're starting to suspect these aren't just guys in suits.\n\nEventually Herschel whinnies and begins flooding your ass with that same thick goo you saw Harry spurt all over the headboard. The feeling of the hot slime pouring into your ass sets you off with a yowl and you pour your second load into Harry's ass... from the way he's whinnying and squirming underneath you, he's probably making a mess of his chest, belly, and sheets.\n\nAfter a few moments of savoring, Herschel pulls out of your ass and clambers off the bed, and you do the same with Harry, feeling the older horse mascot's load oozing out of your stretched asshole and down your legs. Harry rolls over and stands as well, his slick fabric cock thumping against your smaller flesh and blood one as he faces you.\n\n"So, duder... my turn?" he asks hopefully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Your turn.|HaroldHorse5x3]]\n\n[[Actually, maybe I better go...|HaroldHorse9x1]]

"Your turn," you agree with a grin, moving past him and bending over the side of the bed, jutting your slime-smeared ass up in the air.\n\n"Awesome to the max!" Harry cries enthusiastically, grabbing your hips and jamming his big horsedick up your ass all at once. You cry out, but in pleasure, not pain... there's definitely something extraordinary going on here, because even stretched by Herschel's dick, you shouldn't have taken him so easily. But you do, and you're soon moaning as he begins humping you, pumping his cock into your ass, his pole churning the slime filling it with lewd squelching noises.\n\nYou hear him moan and feel his strokes gain power while becoming more uneven, and manage a quick glance over your shoulder while yowling in glee. You can see Herschel behind Harry, the older horse mascot obviously pounding away at his son's tight ass, driving him forward harder into you. Harry's firm, stuffed balls slap against your swinging ones as he whinnies and nickers, sounding even more horselike as his dad's dick drives into him. With all that it doesn't take long before the younger mascot is screaming out and dumping a his own load into your ass to mingle with Herschel's, no doubt getting a thick blast of goo up the ass himself.\n\nThe three of you disentangle again, this time pulling off the remainders of clothing. At this point you're not terribly surprised to see that both Harry and Herschel have hooves under their shoes instead of feet. Herschel flops onto the bed on his back, and Harry takes the initiative to clamber between his dad's legs and lift them up, slowly filling the only asshole here that hasn't been stuffed today. While Herschel moans and nickers, you straddle his molded chest and lean forward, licking at the flared head of his cock and stroking along it with both hands. Soon you're gulping down half of it, bobbing your head up and down while your hands work over the rest. Herschel, moaning ecstatically from his son fucking his ass and you working his prick, stuffs two thick, toon-gloved digits up your goo-lubed ass and starts finger-fucking you with them.\n\nHerschel eventually blasts a thick spurt of his slimy cum into your mouth and against the back of your throat, and you discover that it's actually flavored sort of like chocolate. Damn, girls must love him! Except right now he's all yours, you imagine as you suck down as much of the mascot cum as you can before pulling back, letting the rest of it spray all over your face.\n\nWeren't you thinking of leaving, earlier...? ... Nah!\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|HaroldHorse5xEnd]]

"I didn't agree to be the one taking the cock," you protest, frowning.\n\n"Aw, c'mon, dude! I'm the one who, like, provided the weed'n'junk!" Harry whines, stroking his cock a bit more desperately.\n\n"Yeah, but you're the one who wanted to fuck! So if we're gonna fuck, I wanna be on top," you reply. Realizing you sound like an arguing little kid, you add, "First. I promise."\n\nHeaving a dramatic sigh, Harry mutters, "Fiiiine," before climbing up onto the bed, resting on his hands and knees. You clamber up eagerly behind him, brushing aside his horsehair tail and pushing apart his large, firm molded foam buttcheeks. Yup, the costume makers definitely gave him a hole back there, all puckered and waiting.\n\n"Uh, what about..." You murmur in your stoned haze, glancing around in confusion.\n\n"Nah, don't worry about lubing up'n'junk, man, you can't, like, hurt me," Harry assures you, his big head turning towards you a bit.\n\nShrugging a bit, you acknowledge that it is probably just a sheath in the costume after all. You raise up a bit to get into position, then start pushing your cock into the puckered felt sleeve. You moan loudly as it yields around you... it's your first time being in anything, so you're not sure what the real thing even feels like, but this feels amazing, hot and both soft and firm at the same time. Harry lets out a moan as well as you take his assertion to heart and shove in all the way without fear of hurting him.\n\nYou begin pounding your mascot friend's ass, feeling your hips slap against the firm material of his ass and your balls thump against his own overstuffed cloth sack. Your hands squeeze and knead at his big round equine butt, and though you can't dig into it much you can hear him moan, obviously enjoying it. You realize you're not going to last long and lean forward, reaching down to grab his horsecock, stroking the big pink foam thing faster and faster before you finally give a cry and start painting the inside of his costume's ass-sheath with your cum. Harry whinnies and you can feel the cloth cock jerk in your hands. His load actually shoots past his hands and splatters on the headboard, and you note that it looks more like the sort of "ectoplasm slime" you can buy in toy stores than real jizz.\n\nYou slump against Harry's back, panting as he lets himself settle onto his belly on the bed. Then your eyes shoot wide open as you feel something nudging between your buttcheeks, and hear Herschel's goofy voice saying, "It's always good to include the whole family!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Whoa, it just got better.|HaroldHorse5x2]]\n\n[[No way! You don't bottom!|HaroldHorse8x1]]

Looking at the runes, you're pretty certain you recognize all of them and either know or can figure out how to handle them... your Rogue knowledge seems to pretty much cover everything. Besides, you're gonna be raiding a wizard's home... you might need the intelligence booster to fake being a spellcaster or something. You slip the blue potion back into your belt pouch and uncork the green, gulping it down quickly, then turning your attention to the lock.\n\nThe work goes just fine for about fifteen minutes. Then, about two seconds too late, you realize that the set of runes you just disarmed was <i>itself</i> a cleverly-laid trap that set off the real trap rune below it when disarmed. You barely have time to curse before the runes activate and wash outward, a wave of power smacking you in the head and sending you sprawling.\n\n"Oof! Damn! What was that? Like, I'd never seen anything like it." You blink, feeling like something's wrong, then give your head a shake. "... And junk?" Feeling confused, you push yourself up to your feet and steady yourself, then gasp a little as a strange... and sort of pleasant... tingling feeling suffusues your entire body. You wind up hugging yourself and letting out a moan as the tingling grows more intense in your breasts, making you shake lightly where you stand. "My top feels all tight and stuff," you moan to no one in particular, trying to shift your shoulders.\n\nThe tightness just continues, matched by your pants growing tighter around your hips and rear. You groan as your tits steadily enlarge, pushing against the tight confines of your top. You try to puzzle out what's happening to you, but your mind feels foggy, slow, critical thinking nearly impossible, your thoughts continually drifting to how good it feels for your tits to grow. You let out a gasp as laces of your top start to creak, and then pop, spilling your enlarged tits out and letting them assume a full, stiff globe shape, as high and firm as if they were implants.\n\nYou stare down, but instead of horror all you can feel is elation at how great they look. "Oh wow, like, my titties are getting so big," you giggle, giving a sweet little moan and cupping them with both hands, flicking your big puffy nipples as they continue to grow. You wiggle your hips as the front laces of your pants gives, the knot yanked open and laces going loose as your widened hips and rounder ass push them open further, a few laces along the sides popping as your legs take on a more luxurious curve.\n\nYou giggle and raise your hands to run through your hair as it grows longer, wavier, and fades to blonde, shaking your shoulders to make your tits wobble as they swell. Finally, they stop at a little bigger than your head, big fake-looking things even though they're all you. You coo happily and run your hands down your sides as well, feeling your thinned waist and easy-grab hips, then pouting a little as they bump into your knife belt.\n\n"Oh, poo... for some reason I, like, put on this silly adventurer stuff," you whine. "Master doesn't want to see me in that! I better go change and junk!"\n\nThe door swings open in front of you, and you trot through, eager to get into something skimpy and utterly useless for doing anything other than looking good. The door swings closed behind you, locking with a rather satisfied sound.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGRogue6xEnd]]

"You don't want to get me pregnant, after all," you add cheerfully before stuffing your mouth full of Ranma's cock again.\n\nGenma mutters something that might be 'you don't know what I want' but once he's hauled your panties down over the curve of your ass, he does indeed press the head of his fat cock to your pucker. Obviously you have it ready and lubed up for just such an occasion, and he slides in smoothly, bottoming out with his balls against your pussy. As Genma begins to pump into you, Ranma slowly clambers up from his prone position and settles onto his knees, taking hold of the sides of your head and starting to thrust as well.\n\nYou calmly lower your hands and brace yourself as father and son spitroast you, Genma's slightly longer and thicker cock pounding into your ass while Ranma stuffs his own still impressive dick down your throat. Both are grunting and gasping above you, sounding remarkably similar despite their different voices, but well, what would you expect? You roll your eyes up some to watch Ranma's face contort with pleasure as he fucks your face, your pussy wet from Genma's balls slapping against it. Ah, you do so enjoy cocks~. Perhaps you really should have accepted the engagement to Ranma? Eh, then he might not want to share you with his father. Or your father. Or the mailman. Or the shopkeepers.\n\nWell, anyway. You keep tonguing and gulping at Ranma's cock as it plunges between your lips, rocking yourself back to make sure your ass smacks against Genma's pudgy hips. It's not very long before both father and son, at almost the exact same time, groan and thrust forward, burying their cocks deep inside you and spilling their loads. Both wait a few moments to make sure they're done before pulling out, Ranma giving a breathless "Mornin', Kasumi" and Genma mostly grunting before both ready themselves to head out and train.\n\n"Good morning," you reply cheerfully, pulling your panties up as you stand, feeling your pussyjuice plaster the crotch of them against your pussy, and Genma's cum start to soak into the back of them. Oh dear, you'll have to get a new pair after your own eventual bath. But for now you head downstairs to work on breakfast. You busy yourself at the stove, giving your father a smile as he meanders in and not stopping your cooking as he hikes your skirt up in back and tugs your panties down enough to slide his cock into your already well-fucked asshole. You continue the food prep as he grunts and pumps away at you, eventually adding his own load to his friend's and pulling out. He tugs your panties back into place and lets your skirt fall back before heading back into the dining room to wait for you to finish.\n\nOnce the family is fed and the students are off to school, you clean up the kitchen and dining room, do the dishes, suck off your father and Genma once more each, and then do some dusting. Eventually you head upstairs, cleaning off and rinsing out your ass before taking a brief soak. Keeping yourself clean for the men who use you is important, but there's so much to do, you can't just take forever! Once you've finished you dress (with a fresh pair of panties... you'd go without but then you'd probably wind up dripping cum everywhere, and that's just sloppy!) again and return to the downstairs. There's no sight of your father and Genma... they must have decided to go out for awhile, or on a training trip, or who knows, but then that's their prerogative as men after all!\n\nYou're hanging up some laundry when you hear a bark from behind you. You blink and turn, spotting a large, fluffy gold-colored dog. Oh my! You're fairly certain that's one of several million Japanese dogs named "John", but this one you're fairly certain belongs to a boy down the street. He must have gotten into the yard, and seems to be hopping about the koi pond in excitement. Well, it is spring, the time when animals tend to get excited... actually, while you're watching, it looks like John is getting fairly "excited" as well. Oh my.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take John home to his owner.|KasumiX]]\n\n[["Relax" John so he'll go home on his own.|KasumiX]]

"I think... I think I'd do it again if there were a way I could help," you answer after a bit of thought. "That man... he was obviously a killer. If it hadn't been me out there, it would have been someone else. Even if it was someone else with the same backup I had... it's still asking someone else to assume the danger so people can be safe. I don't think... well... I mean, I guess what I'm saying is, I want to help if I can."\n\nRyoko just looks at you for a long moment, then nods slowly. "Alright. ... Understood. I'll let our Mistress know." She brushes a hand over the top of your head again, then clears her throat. "You should get to bed, you have school tomorrow."\n\n"Alright." You nod, then turn to head upstairs.\n\nThe next day is both a bit of a flashback and a whole new experience... you've had many first days of school, obviously, but it's been a long time since you had a first day of high school, and never a first day of Japanese high school. It's a bit of a weird disconnect, both greeting all of these people as an entirely new person you've only been for a day or so, but also thinking about how just last night you were participating in the assassination of a serial killer politician. Still, you manage to make it through your first day. When you return home you find that your room has been furnished with a very nice 4K HDTV, DVR/Bluray Player, a collection of blurays, a wide array of books both fiction and non-fiction, two lovely paintings, and a high-end laptop computer... sitting on a new, much nicer desk situated next to a much comfier and more luxurious bed. You're... well, impressed to say the least.\n\nYour relationship with Ryoko also grows more comfortable over the following days and weeks, as you come to grips with your situation and gradually allow yourself to believe that at least some of the concern and affection she shows you is genuine. You were never particularly close with your own mother, she wasn't much of an academic, but Ryoko is very interested in both your education and happiness, it would seem... she checks in with you often, asks how you're doing with sincerity rather than as a perfunctory near-greeting, and seems to be making a real effort to offer you opportunities to expand your horizons. While you didn't exactly choose this situation with her, you're quickly growing to appreciate it.\n\nAbout two months into your new life, you're at your computer looking up information about pre-Keio era poets for a report when Ryoko knocks at your door and lets herself in. She seems a little troubled as she says, "Kyoko, I've just gotten word from our Mistress. There's another... 'neighborhood watch' assignment that could use your help."\n\nYou push back from your desk and turn your chair to face her, nodding slowly. "Alright then. Should I change clothes, or...?"\n\n"No, it's not until three nights from now. But when you do, you have been requested to dress as if you were going to an elegant dinner party. I... suppose we will have to go shopping for a formal dress." She hesitates, as if hoping you might decide to bow out after all. When you say nothing, she moves over and leans down to kiss your forehead, then turns and makes her way out of the room.\n\nClearly you've made your peace with this particular sort of extracurricular activity better than she has. You actually feel a little pang as you watch her quietly close the door behind her... it's obvious this is hurting her, and as she grows closer to you over time she's not likely to like it any better. The relationship between the two of you has come a long way from two months ago where you were basically her captive in spirit if not in particulars... you really hope you don't cause her undue pain. But you've made your choice... you're going to do what you can to keep dangerous people from hurting anyone.\n\nSo, you have three days to prepare for a mission you know little about. Still, it's obvious you'll likely be going into a situation involving dangerous individuals... how should you prepare?\n\n<hr>\n[[Train your body.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Find a way to help the agent.|Kyoko2x2]]

"Um... uh... I just," you stammer, eyes going a little wide. "I was... I..."\n\nHe huffs out a breath. "Wandered off and got lost, huh?" Apparently your complete lack of any coherence and intimidation at his appearance has convinced him you're no threat. "Alright, ma'am, calm down, it's fine. I'll lead you back to the party."\n\n"Oh. Th-thank you," you manage, giving a quick nod and a wan smile.\n\nHe hesitates, then actually flips up the visor to reveal a completely average face, not particularly handsome or homely, maybe a little plump. "Hey, it's fine, no big deal. C'mon now." \n\nYou follow along after him as he leads you back across the grounds and towards the house, by a somewhat more direct path than you came on with Makoto. Eventually the two of you arrive at one of the side doors, the party faintly audible. "If you'll just head through here, ma'am, you'll be back with all the other guests. Have a pleasant night!"\n\n"Oh, thank you. Um, wait..." you call, trying to make it sound like a sincere afterthought as he starts to walk away.\n\n"Ma'am, I really have to get back to my patrol," he says with a bit of a frown.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stall him.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Attack him.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Seduce him.|Kyoko]]

You consider for a few moments, then smile and turn back to the computer, opening a new browser tab and beginning a new research project.\n\nDuring the next three days, you do more research, reading reviews and submitting questions to people, occasionally venturing out to stores to check on certain items in person. You also go with Ryoko to shop for a dress, and you think she manages to have some fun despite the reason for your outing obviously not sitting well with her. You wind up with a strapless maroon sheath with a slight slit up the sides of the legs joined by internal netting, that comes down to about your knees... a nice compromise of showing off your body and not being too obviously 'on display'. You get some matching satin panties, but the dress doesn't quite lend itself to a bra, so ultimately you'll be going without.\n\nSaturday night, the night of your mission, rolls around and you stand on a street corner in your dress, a small purse in one hand and a lightly-wrapped package in the other. A limosine pulls up, the back door opening for you and allowing you to slide inside. As you settle on the seat, you smile at the purple-haired agent as she pulls the door closed and settles back beside you. "I was hoping it would be you again."\n\n"Mm. It was decided that the familiarity would help you adjust to this mission." She frowns a little as she looks at the package in your lap. "You weren't told to bring anything on this mission other than your dress and standard accessories."\n\n"This isn't for me, it's for you," you reply, proffering it.\n\n"For... me?" She seems honestly surprised, though admittedly it's a little hard to read on her placid face. She accepts it, opens her mouth as if to say something, then closes it and simply opens the plain brown wrapping. "A... backpack?"\n\n"Well, of a sort. It's not a full backpack, but I found one with adjustable straps that rests up between the shoulders, and doesn't chafe your arms but also won't go swinging around when you move. I did a lot of reading and testing them out myself. I thought you could use it since I noticed that last time when you had to carry the knife and wallet you either didn't have a hand free or were sort of struggling to hold both in one hand... it seemed like you could use this, since it won't get in the way of moving or getting to your gun."\n\n"This is... quite useful. ... Thank you." The agent nods slowly, then begins to fasten on the pack. About halfway through she seems to remember that the two of you have other matters to attend to as well, and speaks as she adjusts the straps. "In a little while, the limo will stop and admit a number of people. They will not speak to you, nor should you speak to them. When the limo stops again, they will get out and you should get out with them. These people are your cover. You will proceed inside the building with them until you reach the main party area. At that point, I will give you instructions through this." Having finished putting on your gift, she scoops a small earpiece out of one of the limo's cup holders and proffers it, waiting to continue until you've slid it into your ear and settled it into place where it's effectively invisible. "I'll guide you to the outside area, where we'll meet up. I'll then take you to an area of the grounds, where you'll wait for one of the guards. Your mission is to distract him, lead him back towards the house, and keep him in that area for as long as possible."\n\nWell. This is a little more complicated than the last mission, but so far doesn't seem to involve watching anyone die. You give a nod. "Alright, I understand."\n\n"Good. ... There is one more thing."\n\n"Oh?"\n\nShe seems to hesitate for a moment, then nods. "My name is Makoto. Since it seems we will likely operate together again, you will need something to refer to me as. But-"\n\n"Don't mention your name to anyone except Ryoko, and not even her unless she asks?" you prompt, smiling.\n\nMakoto gives a small nod, but you think you see a little twinkle of approval in her eyes. "Correct."\n\nSoon the limo stops, and as you were told, a handful of laughing, chattering people get in. None of them speak to you, but nor do they seem to be snubbing you... are these people paid actors? Other agents? Hypnotized in some way? you wonder. Well, you suppose if it were important for you to know, you would have been told. Makoto leans in and whispers, "Do your best to seem like part of the group without participating." A sort of cryptic and seemingly contradictory phrase... until you remember various fundraising and business functions you attended as a teacher. So you do your best to smile when other people do, look concerned when someone talks about current events, and laugh when someone tells a joke. There, that seems to be working. Eventually the limo stops again, and people begin getting out, one of them pausing to let you clamber out ahead of him, the lot of you continuing your not-really-interacting interaction as you head up the front steps of an absolutely immense mansion and head inside.\n\nOnce you arrive at a large room filled with more people than the average downtown intersection, you almost immediately lose your group, and are instead left mingling with a swirl of people that somehow seem to be constantly in motion and standing still at the same time. You begin to feel overwhelmed when Makoto's calm, even voice sounds in your ear, like a balm on a rash. "Turn to your left, find the refreshment table. Make your way towards it, then keep going through the doors, don't stop or hesitate."\n\nRelieved to be both anchored by your partner(?)'s voice and apparently being guided out of this maelstrom of high society, you follow the instructions, turning and doing your best to look pleased by the sight of the long table littered with platters of tiny food and heading towards it, then just continuing to walk on into a more lightly-populated side room where people are mostly talking in whispers. Makoto's voice continues to murmur in your ear, telling you where to turn, when to stop and hold position, and when to hurry. You wonder how she can see all of this and know where you are to give these instructions, but you've already trusted her with your life once before... trusting her to tell you when to walk seems like much less of an issue.\n\nEventually you step out of a glass door and onto a darkened patio. Almost immediately Makoto materializes out of the shadows, taking your hand in one of hers, the textured rubber(?) pressing to your skin as she leads you out across the grounds and into the night. She stops and starts several times, and you're careful to match your movements to hers, huddling close to her back when she crouches down and stops moving. Eventually she stops next to a pile of construction materials, where a small pond or pool of some sort is apparently under construction, takes a long look around, and nods. "This is one of the waypoints on the guard's rounds. You remember what you need to do?"\n\n"Get him to take me back towards the house, keep him there as long as possible," you repeat with a nod. \n\n"Right. I'll send a beep to your comm when it's definitely alright to let him go." Makoto hesitates for a moment, then says, "I won't be able to stay close to you this time. ... Stay safe." Then she slips off into the night.\n\nYou bite your lower lip a little at that, then force yourself to stop before you smear your makeup. You'll be fine. Your part of this isn't exactly a grand scheme, you just have to distract a man for a little while. That can't be that hard, right? You pace about the area, looking around, hoping it helps you with looking lost.\n\nAnd then, rather suddenly, there's a man in black fatigues, flak vest, and a helmet with visor practically looming over you. He looks more like a soldier or stormtrooper or something than a simple security guard, complete with the large, intimidating-looking rifle held lightly in his hands and strung over his shoulder by a strap. "Ma'am, what are you doing here?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Um, uh, um..."|Kyoko2x3]]\n\n[["OhmigoshIneedtogetbacktothehouseI'mmissingtheparty!"|Kyoko]]

"Amanda, I... I care about you a lot," you stammer, feeling something yanking on your heart. "But some day I might have to leave, I want to go back to... where I came from."\n\n"Oh." She lets her head sag. "... And that's more important than me?"\n\n"I'm... I'm sorry, Amanda, I..." You can't bring yourself to say 'Yes', but in your heart you know it's true.\n\nSuddenly you gasp as if you'd been splashed with cold water. You sit up despite the fact that moments ago you were standing. You find yourself laying on the floor of the Low-Tech Weapons Exhibit in the Prop Museum of Worldland. You instantly feel both a sense of elation and a sense of loss as you scramble to your feet, checking yourself over. You've got your own lean, unextraordinary, completely male body back.\n\nYou stare at the weapons rack, where the spear is hanging. Was it all a dream? Unable to help yourself, you reach out and touch it, some part of you wondering if you can do it all over again, wondering if you made the right decision. But all that happens is the feel of cold, artificial wood under your fingers. It's just a prop.\n\n"Sir!"\n\nYou jump a bit and whirl to face where the girl from the information kiosk is giving you an annoyed look.\n\n"Please don't touch the exhibits. Worldland will be closing in a few hours, you may want to move along."\n\n"Oh. Right. Um, thanks." You stick your hands in your pockets and turn to head back towards the entrance. It must have all been some weird dream, brought on by hunger. Right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|ShemaleBarbarian13xEnd]]

You suddenly have a mental image of some pretty, big-boobed woman with Pikachu ears and a tail. Shivering a little at the thought, you blush brightly, then cough into your hand. "Um... I think... I think I'd like an F-type Pikachu, please."\n\n"Well, alright, if you insist! But first, please come back here with me," Professor Oak says, turning and heading towards a doorway, beckoning for you to follow him. You follow him through, jumping just a little when the door slides closed behind you, then look around. This must be his bedroom... or at least you assume so since it has his bed in it. Then you stare as he shrugs out of his labcoat, pulls off his tie, and starts unbuttoning his shirt.\n\n"Uh... what are you doing?!" you squeak, taking a half-step back and almost bumping into the door, which remains closed. \n\n"I told you, didn't I? These are very valuable specimens, if I'm giving one up you're going to have to give me something in return." Oak undoes his pants and drops them, a surprisingly large cock springing free as he does. He reaches over to snag you by the arm and pulls you along with him as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. He spreads his legs and pushes you to kneel between them, idly flipping your hat off your head as he does.\n\n"B-but I don't like guys!" you blurt, turning your head away from the pillar of manmeat practically thrust up against your face.\n\n"Sounds like a personal problem," Professor Oak says with a smirk, putting his hand on the back of your head and pushing you forward and down, pressing your face against his large, wrinkled sack. "Now, go on, get to licking. The sooner I spill a few loads, the sooner you'll have your Pikachu."\n\nConsidering the locked door, you're pretty sure just saying 'I changed my mind, I'll take a Charmander' won't exactly work here anyway. Hesitantly you stick your tongue out and touch it to the old man's balls, mmfing just a little in initial response at the salty taste. Still, you have to, so you have to, and you start licking at his sack, stroking your tongue awkwardly over his balls. You're not sure which is worse... closing your eyes so that you wind up concentrating on the taste, looking straight ahead and right at that cock resting practically on your face, or looking up at <i>his</i> face grinning down at you.\n\nHe tugs you up after several minutes of licking his balls, guiding your mouth towards the tip of his prick. For just a moment you squirm and resist, before he pushes you down and the cockhead slides into your mouth. You immediately gag a little at having a dick in your mouth, but have little time for fretting about that. "Go on, use your tongue, boy!" he orders, and you begin halfheartedly tonguing the underside of his cockhead, rubbing and working it back and forth. At his further urging, you roll your tongue around it in circles, making a face as that urges some pre out that smears all over your tongue.\n\nOak's hand pushes on the back of your head again, this time pressing you down. You resist a little, pressing your hands against his thighs, but it's more a token than anything else as he forces more of his cock past your lips every time. You gag again as his cock nudges the back of your throat. "Oh, come on, I know you can do better than that!" he enthuses, right before giving you a firm, steady push until his prick pushes open your throat and just keeps sliding it down, bulging it up on the outside until your nose is pressed against his crotch. You shudder, feeling a grown man's cock filling your throat, before he begins urging you to move again, lightly working his hips up to thrust into your mouth and throat. At least it's not too much longer before he pulls you back and strokes himself off with his other hand, though you wince and close one eye as he starts spurting his load all over your face.\n\nOak stands up and leans down, grabbing your hips and hauling you up to bend you over the bed, getting you to brace your hands on it. You bite back a complaint since you know what's coming by now, as he undoes your jeans and yanks them and your boxers down around your ankles, your limp cock falling free and dangling between your legs. You tense up as Oak's cockhead presses against your pucker, then grit your teeth as the saliva-slick length pushes your asshole open and starts sliding inside. You clench your fingers in the sheets and bear with it as he grips your hips and starts pumping away at you, working his cock deeper into your ass with every thrust, making your soft shaft wobble and sway under you until his large balls start smacking against your smaller sack. \n\nOak fucks your ass for a long time, apparently having spilt his strongest need all over your face. You alternately stare at the wall, bedspread, or even glance over your shoulder occasionally, trying your best to ignore the feeling of the long, thick cock stroking in and out of your ass, or his hands squeezing at your butt or hips. But finally he gives a long, low groan and thrusts forward, and you shiver at the feel of something hot and wet spreading deep inside your ass. You make a little 'nnf' noise as he pulls out and you can feel his cum dribbling down your taint and balls.\n\nMan, the games and anime never covered <i>this</i>.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|QOPoke1x4]]

"Hey, what about Pikachu?" you ask, looking up from the Pokedex.\n\n"Pikachu?" Oak asks with a blink.\n\nAdmittedly, it's not like you ever played the old "gray brick" Gameboy Pokemon game, and getting Pikachu as a starter is something you're pretty sure they just invented for the anime, but with Selassa seeming so enamored of things, and obviously able to access more information about the franchise than just the game you gave her, you're sort of surprised. "I mean... do you just happen to have a Pikachu? Out of curiosity. I guess."\n\n"Well, actually, I do in fact have a Pikachu of each type," Professor Oak admits, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was hoping to use them in my research, but I suppose I could let you have one of them if you really wanted. They're not usually the most obedient sorts, though."\n\n"That's okay, I'll do my best to make friends with it," you answer. You admit you're a bit of a softy and always loved the 'true friends' aspect of Ash and Pikachu. Maybe Selassa's right and you should try to enjoy this, since she's apparently not letting you out of it any time soon.\n\n"Well. In each case, I'll have to ask you for something in return, since they are such valuable specimens. Which sort of Pikachu did you want...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A-class.|QOPokePlaceholder]]\n\n[[F-class.|QOPoke1x3]]\n\n[[M-class.|QOPokePlaceholder]]

Professor Oak is "kind" enough to let you use his shower... of course, once you emerge, he's wiping himself off, while his television shows a view of the empty shower stall. ... Geez. Blushing and with your shoulders hunched, you follow him back out into the main room once he's dressed, where he presses a few buttons on one of the consoles, a circle on the floor sliding away and a column with a Pokeball atop it, marked by a lightning bolt and what looks sort of like a rounded W with two dots inside the curves, rising up. Professor Oak picks up the Pokeball and presses some part of it, and it cracks open, a flicker of red light shooting out and resolving into a humanoid figure.\n\nIt... definitely doesn't line up with your image. She looks like she might be about your age, maybe a little younger or a little older... it's hard to tell since she's built quite slenderly. She's covered in a light coat of yellow fur from head to toe, with just a bit thicker atop her head, enough to give her shaggy bangs. Her face has a slight muzzle-ish shape to it with a soft black nose, and she twitches her long ears, a little buzz of electricity running up between them once as if it were a Jacob's Ladder. The only thing she's wearing is a simple black band across her A-cup (at best) breasts and plain bikini-style panties hugging her trim hips and rear. She looks back and forth with dark eyes. "Pika?"\n\n"Well, here you go, Jamie!" Oak chirps, tossing you the Pokeball. "Your very own F-class Pikachu!"\n\n"Uh... hi," you greet, raising one hand.\n\nPikachu eyes you for a few moments, then turns her head away with a little 'hmph' motion. "Pika!"\n\nOh. Right. Didn't the anime start off like this too? You sigh a little and rub the back of your neck, then head for the door. Perhaps for lack of anything better to do as much as anything else, Pikachu follows after you, arms folded over her chest and an annoyed look on her face.\n\nOnce you get outside, you turn back to face her. "Um... look, I know you... probably don't like me too much. I'm not sure what I could do to make you like me better, but... well, I hope we can be friends?" you offer, holding out one hand.\n\nShe peeks an eye open and turns it towards the hand... then sticks one finger out and sends a little arc of electricity to zap your palm. You yelp and shake out your hand, wincing. Yeah, definitely not off to an auspicious start.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to put her in her Pokeball.|QOPokePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Put her Pokeball away.|QOPokePlaceholder]]

Equip accessories? Kind of a weird option for a superpowerful debug menu, unless it's just to give her godly equipment for adventuring or something. You select it, absentmindedly noticing out of the corner of your eye as Tifa goes still in the background, apparently frozen in place while you browse the options.\n\nOn further examination, it looks like the menu option is a lot broader than it first appears. While it does have a few options for equipping her with actual accessories (with rather interesting names), some of the others look to be bondage equipment or options for putting her in such... which, you suppose, is "equipping an accessory" with a very broad meaning. It's a decently long list, too... let's see, what to do...\n\n<hr>\n[[Equip "Cow Ring".|FF7X5x2]]\n\n[[Equip "Desire Studs".|FF7X]]\n\n[[Equip "Doll Barette".|FF7X]]\n\n[[Equip "Rubber Suit".|FF7X13x1]]\n\n[[Equip "Wall Hole".|FF7X16x1]]\n\n[[Equip "Trophy Plaque".|FF7X]]\n\n[[Equip "Thrust Shaft".|FF7X18x1]]

"I'd appreciate it if you came with me," you admit with a sigh. "Just 'cause then he's less likely to waste time attacking me from the start."\n\n"Alright. But he could be anywhere, where do we look?"\n\n"Let's start at the dojo."\n\nSoon, the two of you are walking down the upstairs hallway, Akane looking perturbed. "Ranma, why would he be in my room?"\n\n"Oh, you never know, you know how bad his sense of direction is," you reply vaguely, glancing around, and spotting the little black pig on the bed. Raising your voice slightly, you call, "It will really be a shame if we can't find Ryoga! Especially since you want to talk to him about something really important, Akane!" \n\n"Um... yeah?" Akane stares at you, then blinks as the piglet goes scurrying across the floor. "P-chan?! Where are you going?!"\n\n"Gee. I believe we might find Ryoga downstairs, perhaps coming out of the bathroom," you say in a monotone, setting off down the hall again.\n\nAs the two of you approach the bathroom, the door opens, and a slightly damp, flushed Ryoga, wearing his sleeveless yellow shirt and slightly ragged black pants, steps out. "Oh, there you are, Ryoga!" Akane calls, making him blush all the more.\n\n"What a shocking coincidence, who would have guessed," you note flatly, unable to help smirking when Ryoga gives you a death glare.\n\n"A-Akane, you... you wanted to talk to me about something?" he stammers, expression turning hopeful and a goofy grin curving his lips as he looks at her, showing off his fangs with his silly expression.\n\n"Well, yes, but we should probably go upstairs to my bedroom first," she says, turning to lead the way.\n\n"Even you can find your way there, right? Like you've maybe even been there a few times?" you tease, before clamping your mouth shut as Ryoga glares again. Hm, maybe it really is best to let Akane do most of the talking.\n\nSoon Ryoga's sitting on Akane's bed, his jaw agape. "Y-you really want me to...?!" \n\n"It's not that I want ya to, it's that I need ya to," you grumble, arms folded under your chest as you look aside.\n\n"Ryoga, obviously this is something I'd never ask of anyone, but I was there, and we both believe the demon and its curse," Akane says gently, making a placating motion with her hands. "I know it seems really perverted, but-"\n\nRyoga actually interrupts her, leaping to his feet and barking at you, in an entirely too loud voice, "RANMA! How dare you think of cheating on Akane just to save your own worthless life!"\n\n<hr>\n[[But Akane approves!|FRanX]]\n\n[[It's just pragmatism!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Not cheating if it's a threesome.|FRanX]]

Might as well start with the basic version to see what it does. You tap the option for the Silver Ring, watching the menu autoclose and Tifa resume motion. But almost instantly a silver ring appears in her nose, making her yelp and jerk upright, dropping the cleaning rag to put her hands to her face. "What the-?!"\n\nThen she gasps, leaning forward and putting her hands on the table for balance, her back arching and jutting her tits forward as they begin to swell. Her top grows tighter, rising away from the underside curve of her already impressive breasts as they grow larger and larger, obviously giving her quite a lot of pleasure in the process. She squirms and moans, gasping out "W-what's happening to me?!" as her tits get bigger and bigger, stiff nipples lengthening, thickening and pushing against the white fabric... which soon begins to turn transparent as it gets wet, pink showing through the white as milk soaks into it and spreads out from her nipples. She's obviously so overcome by the unexpected pleasure that you don't think she even notices the pair of rather cute, if stubby, horns that push up from the top of her head.\n\nEventually her tits stop growing, and Tifa leans more heavily on the table, panting, her obviously overfull jugs swaying with every movement... you're half convinced you can hear them sloshing, though that may just be your imagination, spurred on by the milk dripping from her soaked top, which barely even covers the center of her tits now. They're almost twice the size that they were, bulging around the top and bottom of the stretched white top, which you figure only hasn't torn asunder because being wet let it stretch more.\n\n"What... happened, why did..." Tifa lets out another moan... which this time has a faint cow-like quality to it. "I don't know what this is... f-feel so full... so tight..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Milk her.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Fuck her.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Try ordering her around.|FF7X5x4]]

You tap the menu for "Cow Ring", thinking that sounds like it has various possibilities. Immediately, you see a blank white ring appear in Tifa's nose, dangling down above her upper lip like, well, like the ring piercing a cow's nose. The menu doesn't disappear, apparently wanting you to pick a metal for said ring. At a guess, the higher the value of the metal, the more extreme the effect will be on Tifa. The only one that stands out is at the end of the list, where the quality suddenly drops... wonder what that does?\n\n<hr>\n[[Silver.|FF7X5x3]]\n\n[[Gold.|FF7X17x1]]\n\n[[Platinum.|FF7Xudder]]\n\n[[Mythril.|FF7Xcowanthro]]\n\n[[Iron.|FF7Xcow]]

Going north just feels sort of natural, it was the general direction you came from. You think. Anyway, you head on towards the north wing.\n\nYou notice there's a surprising amount of people milling about for the middle of a weekday, even if it is during summer. And a lot of them seem to be your sort of people, too, albeit shifting slightly in dress and mannerisms as they get older or younger. (They tend to go one of two ways as they get older... either they're wearing gaming t-shirts but still wearing nice pants and clean shoes, or they're covered in the kinds of piercings and tattoos you can't get without your parents' permission yet.) \n\nIn fact, you spot your friend Marcy, who's in the same grade you are. Marcy's got shortish, brilliantly purple hair and multiple ear-piercings, and today is decked out in a black Deus Ex tanktop and bluejeans. Catching her attention with a wave, you trot over. "Hey, Marse, what's up? Why the crowd?"\n\n"Some big new store just opened up, multi-level thing. Combination arcade and store." At your flummoxed expression, she shrugs. "Yeah, I only heard about it today too, guess the promo email hit your spam filter. Guess they kept it kinda low-key while they were doing the addon. You wanna go check it out...?" She thumbs towards the entrance of the new place, and now you can pick out the large neon sign reading 'Amazing Universe'.\n\nNoticing a map nearby, you beckon Marcy over and trot up to it, examining the multi-floor diagram of Amazing Universe along with the promotional fliers attached to the kiosk as well.\n\nThe <b>[[First Floor|AU1FStart]]</b> is apparently mostly social and refreshment oriented. Lots of snacks, vending machines, "win a prize" type games, and merchandise. From what you can see from here, there's also a lot of colorful costumes meandering around... looks like they brought in a bunch of people to dress up as video game characters for the grand opening.\n\nThe <b>[[Second Floor|AU2FStart]]</b> looks to be your normal sort of arcade plus a video game store... half of it is sectioned off for arcade boxes and half has console games and PCs for playing games you can buy. Sort of the least exciting of the options, but hey, gaming is gaming, and it does still count as leaving the house!\n\nThe <b>[[Third Floor|AU3FStart]]</b> is labeled as "Experimental Gaming". You stare a bit at some of the area labels... VR? Holographic simulation? It's gotta be some of those overhyped old stuff that didn't really look that good, right? You do notice that it apparently also has two sort of lasertag-type arenas as well.\n\nThe <b>[[Fourth Floor|AU4FStart]]</b> is apparently dedicated to actual gambling... slot machines, cards, other games of chance. It's also labeled as '21 and over only'... you and Marcy might have to do some inventive and fast talking if you wanted to try and get in there.\n\nThe <b>[[Fifth Floor|AU5FStart]]</b> is simply labeled "VIP Level". The sheer mysteriousness of that is pretty alluring, you've gotta say. VIP level? How do you become a VIP? Money, knowing somebody, sneaking into the place like Solid Snake?\n\nOf course, nothing says you <i>have</i> to go to the new place, you could just [[wander around the area|GGMN1x1]].

Something tells you that something this deliciously perverted wouldn't have been put in this sim without making sure you could get to the good stuff right away. Grinning, you move to take a seat across from Tifa, her shocked, somewhat glazed eyes following you... then widening as you undo your pants. Watching her squirm and buck and moan as her tits grew already made you nice and hard, and you give your cock a few strokes as you say, "Tifa, get over here and wrap those big milky tits around my dick."\n\nThe ring in her nose glows, and Tifa's eyes glaze over completely as she answers, "Yes, Mmmoooster." Her eyes quickly clear, and she gives her head a shake. "Wait, what? What did I just... hey!" she squeaks as she starts walking over to you, her motions just slightly jerky. "I... I can't control myself! What are you making me do?!" she demands as she settles to her knees in front of you, hands coming up to her tits and lifting them, a little squirt of milk seeping through the fabric over her nipples. "Eric, stop it, I-!"\n\nShe cuts herself off with a moan as she slides her tits, still nominally covered by the soaked white top, over your prick. You moan yourself, feeling the extremely soft, wet, and yet firm flesh sliding down over you. You're almost certain you can hear her overfull tits sloshing now as she settles them all the way down on you, the very tip of your prick just barely jutting out of her cleavage, glistening with the milk now smeared all over it. Tifa begins working her tits up and down your prick, thumping them against your lap on every downstroke, both the squeezes of her hands and her impact making more milk leak out each time. You can feel it dribbling down your balls and thighs, adding just that extra bit of sensation, as well as the lovely visual of the barmaid flushed in humiliated pleasure, her udder-like boobs jiggling with the motions of titfucking you.\n\n"Oh, oh God, it feels so good," she moans. "Getting the milk out, having your cock between my boobs, it feels so good!" Completely without your direction, she leans her head down, craning her neck until she can wrap her lips around the tip of your prick, practically smacking herself in the face with her own tits as she begins working them over your prick even more eagerly.\n\n"Ah, ah fuck," you groan back, resting a hand on her head between her nubby little cow horns, unable to help smirking some as you watch her. Your voice comes out rather breathy as you murmur, "There we go, there's a good cow, good Bessie, really work my prick with your udders, girl."\n\nThough her face gets even redder, even her ears turning pink, Tifa begins working her tongue even more eagerly around your cockhead at the words, flicking it and tonguing it desperately, the pleasure from her overgrown, overfull tits obviously goading her on. She spreads her legs wider as she leans in closer to you, her tight little skirt riding up over her generous ass to show you her panties. You continue rubbing her head around her horns and telling her what a good cow she is, until you moan and buck your hips upward against her tits, flooding her mouth with a rush of cum that she eagerly gulps down, giving a muffled "Mmmooooooo" around the tip of your prick in between swallows.\n\nYou settle back in the (rather wet) seat of the chair, panting a little. Then you hear a slight rattle, and look over towards the door to see an outline through the frosted glass. You quickly bring up the debug menu to freeze the world in place... which leaves Tifa exactly as she was, completely motionless, her milky jugs still soft and warm, mouth still hot and wet on the tip of your prick. You distractedly indulge yourself in a few thrusts upward, before refocusing on the reason you froze things in the first place. Who the hell is this? You quickly find a menu for the local minimap and turn on NPC tracking... ah, Yuffie. The game's probably offering you a chance to expand the number of girls you can mess with... though you do notice other options for securely locking the door so that no one else can enter the area, if you'd rather focus on this one.\n\n<hr>\n[[Lock the door.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Let Yuffie in and equip her with "Cow Ring".|FF7X]]\n\n[[Let Yuffie in and equip her with "Thrust Shaft".|FF7X]]

The product tester thing seems like it could be a really sweet deal, and you don't see an age restriction anywhere on the listing. Clicking on it leads you to a rather old-looking website with an... interesting explanation.\n\n<div style="background:#eee;border:1px solid #ccc;padding:5px 10px;">Thank you for your interest in becoming an AppAssure Industries Testing Agent. <s>Please discard all hope in the nearest convenient container upon clicking through.</s>\n\nWe here at AppAssure Industries are dedicated to using Science to better the lives of mankind, which will incidentally cause them to give us more money so that we can continue doing Science. Thus Testing Agents, even lazy ones like you who can&#39;t be bothered to leave their own homes, are absolutely essential. Did we say lazy? We meant efficient, managing to do Science without even going out under that big intense bright thing in the sky. We call it the Scare Ball.\n\nIn any event, AppAssure Industries currently has several Home Testing Kits available to send out. Please allow one to two hours for delivery after selecting one of the following categories and then a testing kit.\n\n[[Food &amp; Beverage|QOHPT6x1]]\n\n[[Toys|QOHPT1x1]]\n\n[[Clothing|QOHPT7x1]]</div>\n

"Hey, Kevin!" you call excitedly, waving a hand around, not particularly caring as several people glance in your direction.\n\nHis head turns, and he blinks, looking confused. For a moment you're almost hurt... doesn't he recognize you? ... Wait, of course he recognizes you, or rather, he recognizes <i>Sandra</i>. You almost facepalm at the realization. What a goof! But now he's meandering over, seeming more curious than anything. "Hey, Sandra," he says rather coolly, apparently fairly aware of the sort of girl your current host is... well, when you're not in her. Then he blinks at the box, and at you... and after a second raises a hand to point at his lower face. "You've got... chocolate."\n\n"Oh! Um." You blush a bit, grabbing a napkin and hastily wiping your face. "I get it?"\n\n"Yeah. It your birthday or something?" he asks, glancing at the box of cookies curiously.\n\n"... Yes?" you reply slowly, since that seems like as good an explanation for the obvious splurging as any. You clear your throat, then pluck up the other chocolate-coated cookie and proffer it. "Um... you want one? These are... really good."\n\n"I..." He just stares, as if floored by the offer, then slowly takes the cookie. "... Yeah, okay. Thanks?" He bites into it a little hesitantly, as if wondering if there might be something wrong with it. "I mean, thanks, that's... nice of you," he adds, unable to not sound completely flummoxed while saying it.\n\n"My pleasure," you reply with a bright grin. Geez, Kevin's been your friend for years, but you're not usually this comfortable in your skin around him when... well, when you're <i>in</i> your own skin. There's definitely something freeing about being in this body.\n\n"So... yeah, I should probably go, thanks again," he murmurs, turning and starting to walk off.\n\n"Hey wait!" you squawk, leaping to your feet, not caring that your skirt flings up in back and flashes your ass at a passing group of guys. Not even noticing as all of them gawk, you hurry forward, forgetting about the cookies. "Um, hey, why don't we hang out? I'm kind of treating myself, and... and I'd like if you'd join me!"\n\n"... Seriously?" Kevin just stares at you now. "I figured you'd be spending the day with Elise, or Nichelle, or your usual group. Why would you even want to spend the day with me?"\n\n"... Um." Not quite realizing you're doing it, you reach back to snag Sandra's braid and pull it over your shoulder, fiddling with it a little in your fingers. "Well, you know, I originally wasn't going to hang out with anybody, but then I saw you, and I just thought it might be... nice?"\n\n"I really dunno," he hedges, obviously trying to reconcile the way you're acting with what he knows of Sandra.\n\n"Oh, c'mon, please?" You smile for him again. "I'm paying for everything. I promise if you don't have fun, you can leave."\n\n"... Okay, I guess." He lets out a little huff, then actually blushes at the smile you give him. You're pretty sure Sandra has never smiled at him like this... actually, you're pretty sure you've never smiled at him like this either. "So, um, where are we going?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Movies.|QOBook10x3]]\n\n[[Shopping.|QOBook]]\n\n[[Your place.|QOBook]]\n\n[[His place.|QOBook]]

"There's a movie I've been wanting to see, looks like it's starting soon," you add, pointing at the movie theater across from the food court. "Dynasty of the Dragon?"\n\n"You like that?" Kevin asks incredulously, making you internally wince. That's right, Dynasty of the Dragon is regarded as a pretty 'nerdy' fantasy movie, definitely not the sort of thing that Sandra would be caught seeing... at least in public.\n\n"Um, well, the previews looked good, is all," you offer, fiddling with Sandra's braid a little again.\n\n"Huh. Okay." Kevin watches for a moment, then tilts his head. "You bringing those?"\n\n"Huh?" You look over where he's indicating, spotting the box of cookies. "Oh!" You turn back and head over, picking up the box, and carrying it over to what seems to be a small actual birthday party of elementary school kids and plop it on the table. "Here, guys, go nuts!" you chirp, turning your back on the screams of joy (and quiet groans of dismay from a few parents) to head for the theater, Kevin falling in with you.\n\n"You... are not at all like you are at school," he comments, shaking his head.\n\n"Maybe you could say I'm a different person," you reply breezily, grinning at him. "Just for today."\n\n"Mm. Well, so far, I wouldn't mind seeing more of this you every day," he replies rather offhandedly, which makes you blush really, really hard for some reason.\n\nAt the counter you buy yourself some popcorn and a drink, and buy Kevin's candy and drink as well, the two of you heading on into the theater, chatting quietly during the previews, then settling into silence as the actual movie starts. You're half engrossed in the film, but every so often you'll get distracted... either by the seat rubbing against your bare rear and sex, or by noticing Kevin glancing at you, often still with that slightly confused look. Though at one point the two of you look at each other and he gives you an actual smile, and... well... your heart sort of does a flutter.\n\nHooboy.\n\nYou swallow hard, staring at the screen for a moment. Yeah, that felt like... hooboy. ... Still. The theme of the day is being bold. You could always do something really bold like, well, [[sucking his cock right here in the theater|QOBook]]. Or you could do the very epitome of bold, brash, foolish, even lewd behavior... you could [[hold his hand|QOBook10x4]].\n\n... Or maybe you could just back off from this whole idea and [[offer him popcorn|QOBook]].

Enh. You figure you can do something about her irrational hatred of you if you try... you can sort of feel when you poke against her own spirit that there are spots that can yield, you can probably make her decide to leave you alone if you want to. Besides, there are less cruel and more beneficial ways to get some mild revenge in the course of enjoying yourself.\n\nFirst of all, you spend a few minutes learning stuff about Sandra, like her email password, contacts, and where she keeps certain things. Then you grab a stylish oversized purse and stuff several of her diaries, a number of pairs of her panties, one of her favorite stuffed animals (okay, fine, you're going to be a <i>little</i> mean) and a couple of her nicer pieces of electronics, most of which she doesn't even use but just demanded because other people had them, into it. You also spend a little while on her computer downloading various files (nothing terribly incriminating, she seems to mostly use the high-end rig for browsing social media) and pictures from her phone and putting them on a memory stick, which also goes in the purse. Then you call for her chauffer and have him drive you to the mall, grinning and bouncing in your seat the whole while, which seems to make him a little nervous.\n\nOnce at the mall, you head for the little bank kiosk and use Sandra's card and knowledge of her account info to withdraw about half her savings, which is no small amount... you briefly consider taking it all, but decide that might be going too far, plus more likely to spark some sort of investigation once she realizes. Accepting the very large envelope of money, you stuff it into the purse with the rest and then head to the small personal storage rental area, glad that Deviville Mall is big enough to have these sorts of things on site. You rent out a locker for the next month (you don't plan to take that long, but why not give yourself a buffer, it's not your money) and use cash from Sandra's wallet to pay, to help avoid a paper trail. You add enough details about your actual self so that you won't have any trouble getting access to it, and then are allowed to head into the back on your own, heading for the large locker you rented, keeping an eye out to make sure that there are no cameras so that Sandra's movements can't be tracked if someone decides to investigate where half her savings went.\n\nNope, nothing. You open up the locker and set the contents of the purse you loaded inside, making sure to tuck the money envelope underneath the rest so that it's more out of sight. You pause, then smirk and unbutton Sandra's blouse, reaching in behind yourself to undo her bra and wiggle out of it, your tits wobbling as they're freed. You toss the bra in the locker as well, then slide a hand under your skirt, rubbing your borrowed pussy good and hard through Sandra's panties, suppressing a moan as you do. Once you can feel wet cloth on your fingers, you hook your thumbs into the waistband of Sandra's panties and shuck them down, bare breasts wobbling from out of Sandra's opened blouse as you step out of her undies and toss them in with the bra. You close the door and fasten the combination lock, then button up Sandra's blouse before flouncing back out, tits jiggling freely under the silk and your pussy bare and wet beneath the drape of Sandra's skirt.\n\nDeciding you only really need her wallet and realizing the skirt has a small pocket, you dump the purse (and the expensive cosmetics and other personal grooming implements it contains) into a 'donations for the homeless' bin as you pass, humming cheerfully to yourself. Heading to the food court, and not really bothering to do anything about your happy steps causing your skirt to flip up a fair bit in back, you make your way to the cookie place. "Yeah, hi," you chirp to the person behind the counter. There's something incredibly freeing about not being yourself, and thus not having to worry about anyone's opinion of how you act. Or what you ask for. "Yeah, I'll have one of everything, please."\n\n"Er, one of... everything?" he asks with a blink. \n\n"Yeah." You grin even more and nod, then glance aside and point at the tray of chocolate-coated chocolate chip cookies. "Two of those, though."\n\nLooking dubious, as if expecting at any moment you'll laugh and run off, the guy nevertheless gets out one of the large boxes and starts adding one of every cookie to it, and two of the ones you pointed out. He sets the box on the counter and reads you the price, looking half shocked and half suspicious when you offer him a credit card, which turns mostly to shocked when it runs without any problems. You beam at him and pick up the box, replacing it with a twenty and skipping off before he can protest, making your way over to one of the tables.\n\nYou yip a bit to yourself at the cold feeling of metal on your pussy and ass when you sit down, not having done the reflexive sweep-and-tuck most girls do to skirts. You just giggle, though, and open up the box, taking a moment to gaze at the bounty. You're not the one paying for them, and you're not the one having to deal with the sugar coma or calories either! Picking up a 'cookie sandwich', a pair of chocolate chip cookies with a ridiculous amount of frosting squooshed between them, you bite into it with a pleased moan. Somehow it tastes even better than it normally would! Maybe girls have different taste buds... or maybe it's just the complete lack of consequences.\n\nYou munch your way through several more cookies, and are two bites into the first of the chocolate-coated chocolate chip ones when something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye. You glance aside and spot a blonde head and a handsome face... it's your friend Kevin!\n\n<hr>\n[["Hey, Kevin!"|QOBook10x2]]\n\n[[No, wait, nevermind.|QOBook]]

Trying to keep your hand from trembling, you slide it over and slip it underneath Kevin's, tentatively wrapping it around his. He turns his head and just stares at you, face somewhat unreadable in the darkened theater. Then he looks back at the screen... and turns his hand to lace his fingers with yours, letting you them rest on the arm of the movie seat. You sit there with your heartbeat drowning out some of the epic dialog, silently squealing to yourself in glee.\n\nOnce the movie's over, the two of you walk out... still hand-in-hand. You try not to giggle as you bring Sandra's braid around and brush the tuft at the tip against your cheek. "Um, so hey, would you maybe want to... get dinner with me now?"\n\n"I... yeah, sure, okay," he answers, smiling, still with a bit of confusion on his face but quite a bit of warmth as well.\n\nYou pick out a nice place from Sandra's memories, an upscale sit-down restaurant that knows her, and thus seats the two of you despite Kevin's jeans and button-collar t-shirt. You glance around at the tasteful, understated ambiance (or at least you're pretty sure those are the words that apply), unable to help thinking that you could get used to this. You chat amiably with Kevin, still feeling far more at ease with him than you ever have, even as your heart gives another flutter every time he smiles at you, which happens more and more often as the evening goes on.\n\nThe two of you are just taking bites of chocolate truffle cake (you begged off claiming it was your birthday, assuring Kevin you didn't want any fuss) when someone rather deliberately bumps the table, an almost snarl of a voice saying in an acidic tone, "Sandra, who the hell is this?"\n\nYou blink and look up at him, staring blankly until one of your host's memories pops up... Mitch, her boyfriend, practically fiance if your families have anything to say about it. Oh crap. Sandra doesn't actually like this guy... well, she doesn't really <i>like</i> anyone, that you've been able to discover, but her dislike of Mitch seems to be rooted in good reasons. He's demanding, often rude (in all the wrong ways, according to Sandra's thoughts), and has even gotten a little rough with her a few times... and not always in bed. You wince visibly. "Er, hey. Mitch. This is Kevin, he-"\n\n"I know who he is, I mean what the hell are you doing eating with him?" Mitch gives Kevin a truly poisonous glare, Kevin just looking back at him with a frown. "His family's hardly better than trash. What are you doing, dumping me for him?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Um...|QOBook]]\n\n[[N-no?|QOBook]]\n\n[[Hell yes.|QOBook10x5]]

The words are out of your mouth almost before you realize you've thought them. "Of course I am. He's kind and thoughtful and everything you're not, and wouldn't be even if you had a hundred times as much money."\n\nMitch's entire face turns purple with fury, and he reaches forward to grab your arm hard enough to make you wince. "We're leaving, now."\n\n"You need to take your hands off of her," Kevin says, voice low and even as he rises from his chair, gaze fixed on the rather larger and more muscular rich jock.\n\n"And just what are you going to do if I don't?" Mitch snaps, plastering a smirk on his face as he looks over at Kevin, your face having gone pale.\n\nThe moment he says it, there's the sound of more chairs scraping on the floor. Mitch blinks and looks around... practically every man in the vicinity, and some of the women, are on their feet and glaring at him. One or two are even holding steak knives. Apparently openly grabbing a slender girl by the arm crossed a line even for high society. A waiter walks up, prim and proper, and says, "Sir, I need to ask you to leave, or we will phone the police."\n\nMitch stares at him, then glares down at you. "You haven't heard the last of this," he hisses, shoving you back into your chair slightly, then glaring around. "And I'll remember <i>all</i> of you!" he declares like some bad drama villain as he storms out of the restaurant.\n\nKevin is almost instantly at your side, carefully resting a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, you alright?"\n\n"Y-yeah... yes, I'm okay," you reply, letting out a long breath. You stand up and wrap your arms around him, hugging tight. "... Thank you."\n\n"Madame and m'sieur, I am most deeply sorry for the trouble, and please be assured that tonight's meal is on us," the waiter informs you, to a smattering of light applause from the other diners. You smile weakly at him and nod, before Kevin gently leads you to the entry area, stepping aside into a small alcove.\n\n"You sure you're okay?"\n\n"I'm... kind of shaken up, but yeah."\n\n"Do you need me to walk you home?"\n\n"No... no, I'll call for the car, thank you."\n\nKevin just looks at you for long moments, then blushes a little, glancing away and rubbing the back of his neck. "So, ah... where did all that stuff you said come from?"\n\n"I... I've felt it for awhile, I just... never figured out how to say it," you reply, realizing it's the truth as you speak, tears gathering in your eyes.\n\n"... Okay, well... I guess... that would be okay, then, because... I wouldn't mind seeing a lot more of the you from today," he replies, leaning down and kissing you.\n\nYou close your eyes to kiss him back, two tears slipping free from your closed lids as your lips press to his. They're warm, and gentle, and you try your best to memorize every moment of the kiss until it breaks. Kevin smiles at you and brushes fingertips along your cheek. "I'll go wait outside until your guy gets here, alright?"\n\n"O-okay."\n\nOnce Kevin's left, you make your way into the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror and sniffling as you stare at Sandra's face looking back at you, a few smears of mascara on her cheeks. You moisten a towel to dab at them, staring at hazel eyes that aren't really yours. What are you doing? You've just agreed to start going out with your best friend... using someone else's body. This isn't your body! This isn't your life! \n\nBut it could be, you can't help but think.\n\nYou stare at your... Sandra's... reflection. Could you really do that? Give up your life? Your parents? And what about Sandra? Would you be condemning her to spend forever, what... not existing? While you stole her life and walked around using her body, so that you can fulfill an unrequited love that you didn't know you had yesterday?\n\nOn the other hand, that other bit of you argues, what was so great about your life? Sure, your parents might be sad at first if your body just stays asleep forever, but eventually they'd get over it. And it's not like Sandra was happy with her life... from what you can tell of her memories, Sandra was pretty much defined by <i>never</i> being happy. She despised everyone she associated with and despised everyone she didn't deem fit to associate with even more. She didn't even really like her family, and no matter how often they gave her everything she asked for, she was always resentful of them not somehow giving her even more. She was miserable and she made everyone else that she could miserable as well. Would it really be so bad for her to just stay asleep forever too instead of living like that, when you would be more than happy with what she has?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go back to your own body.|QOBook]]\n\n[[Become Sandra.|QOSandra1x1]]

* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can go see [[Errana|GGDog3x6]] again after her little threesome with her and Svarog.\n* <b>Main:</b> Gwyn can now [[resist|GwynLiam4x1]] taking anything from Liam's hidden treasure trove. He can also [[show his interest|GwynLiam4x3]] in the bonfire party after stealing the pendant.\n* Since the issue of readability (vis-a-vis visability) got brought up again, I've messed with the CSS style sheet some. DW will now be "dark mode" by default. This did mean I had to pick a new font so I tried to pick something nice and legible, will be listening to feedback on incrementals and eventual public release as to how it works and tweaking in the future.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[lay low|GGParent2x1]] after overhearing her parents' plans to hook up.\n* After long consideration... as in I've been thinking of it off and on for probably two years at least... I decided to heavily trim down the "World of Alliance" bit of Cyan's MMO routes. I got way overambitious trying to set it up, and frankly the sheer scope I tried to create there was intimidating for trying to actually get started on anything. (I actually considered scrapping it altogether and replacing it with something else, and that's still on the table.) Probably about half the options have been dropped off currently, mostly those that were doubled up from other options or that I realized would actually be difficult to write properly.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyanide can now trade [[Sabine|GGET4x3]] the Appearance Change Potion in return for grouping up.\n* <b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can now [[stick with Kovam's group|GGMonk8x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Helen can now meet [[the principal|HelenJPStart]] instead of Katsuko.\n* Continuing to tweak the color scheme. Hopefully this week the links are a good color so as to be distinct from regular text, readable on the (no longer flat black) background, and not glaring when they're redlinks.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now "sample" MILK Duds at [[Tandy's Candy|GGCandy1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Vidya Witch Cyan can now [[show mercy|GGVW1x1]] (sort of) to "Chocola the elf". The Chocola paths are going to be the first time (outside of Capture) I've decided to make branches converge back together, at least in the training sim areas. I don't intend to do this very often, but for this area it felt like it made more sense.\n <b>Main</b>: Eric-as-Cypher-in-Jeanne's-body (whew) can now elect to [[wait for rescue|Cypher6x3]].

"Yes ma'am. Any order," you say meekly, and when you find her still staring down at you expectantly, rush to add. "Without hesitation."\n\n"Very well then." Eve gestured with the switch. "Bend over my desk."\n\n"W-what? But-" You start, then wince as you see her eyes narrow. Hurrying to stand, you step up onto the raised section and then bend forward over the smooth black surface of the desk, winding up with your ass raised up in the air somewhat from the angle.\n\n"Very good. Now take down your pants and anything under them. Show me your ass," Eve says crisply, standing behind you and making a few motions with the switch.\n\nTrembling just a little, you reach down to undo the fastenings of your pants, then slide them and the plain black panties beneath them down over the curve of your ass, baring it to the crisp white light of the office. At Eve's next coolly-directed order you let the pants drop to the ground and tug your booted feet free of them, having to tug and wiggle, shaking your ass at her like some sort of wanton slut before you can finish stripping down.\n\nEve steps up onto the same level you're on, slowly running the blunted tip of the switch along the curve of one of your asscheeks, with just enough pressure to indent the flesh. You shiver, both at the feel and at the expectation of what's obviously going to come next. When it does, your only warning is the sound the thin, flexible rod makes as it cuts through the air before it impacts against your ass, making you yelp loudly at the sting of it.\n\n"I don't recall ordering you to cry out," Eve snaps, scowling down at you. "Muffle yourself."\n\nYou glance up at her and give a small nod, tightening your throat around a whimper before putting your head back against the desk and trying to brace. You manage to stop your next cry in your throat as the switch comes down on your ass again, making you jerk forward against the desk. Again and again the switch strikes across your rear, making your asscheeks jiggle lightly with the impact, your teeth clamping down on your lower lip as you try to keep yourself from crying out. After a number of strikes, Eve eventually pauses, setting the switch down right in front of your face. You dare to look up at her as she calmly, efficiently removes her uniform jacket. Beneath is a high-collared, sleeveless, and skintight black garment, obviously the equivalent of underclothes since you can see it clearly and fully outlining her breasts and the puffy caps of her nipples. She also takes a moment to undo her skirt and let it drop, revealing thin-strapped but otherwise somewhat utilitarian brown panties... with a very large bulge in the crotch. You stare at it, the pause in the switch allowing you to feel it as the already built-up wetness in your pussy starts trickling down your thighs.\n\n"Mm," Eve comments as she picks the switch up again, poking at one of your asscheeks with the tip again and making you hiss softly. "Very well, I suppose I can be kind. You may now cry out," she says as if relenting on some great boon, right before delivering another swat and letting you give voice to a shriek this time.\n\nOnce your ass is covered with a number of criss-crossing thin red marks, Eve once again sets down the crop on the desk. She circles around in front of it, standing practically right in front of your face as she pushes down the front of the panties, letting her long, thick brown cock spring free and leaving the fabric to hug up against her obviously heavy balls. The girthy thing sways in front of your face as she plucks up a tube and squirts some clear gel into it, using both hands to start smearing a layer over her prick. "Spread your ass," she orders you almost absently, as if just having remembered you were there.\n\nGiving a tiny nod, you reach back, whimpering a little as your own palms and fingers press against your stinging, reddened ass, and then pull it apart, your grip low enough that your pussy is slightly spread as well as baring your tight rear pucker. Having covered her cock in a glistening layer of the gel, Eve moves back around the desk, this time moving to stand fully behind you. "Now, I am not wholly unwilling to listen to the input of my teammembers," she adds calmly, a wet, lewd sound audible as she strokes a hand over her cock. "So tell me how you think is best to proceed on this mission. Shall I claim your pussy or your ass?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Pussy.|GGMS2x9]]\n\n[[Ass.|GGMS3x1]]

As she comes in, you slip slightly to one side and forward, sliding right inside her reach and moving a hand to her face. With a twist and shove, you yank her off of her feet and turn her, slamming the back of her head and shoulders into the floor. While she's stunned, you move to straddle her shoulders, your pantied pussy resting right against her chin, and slide your hand up to rest on her forehead between her horns.\n\n"Why you little-!" she snarls, only to have her arms barely twitch as she tries to grab for you. Other twitches mark her trying to move her legs, and twist her hips. "HEY! What'd you do to me?!"\n\n"I'm tamping down the signals to the nerves in your muscles. Selectively, of course, I don't want your heart to stop beating while I'm doing this," you answer plainly, as if it were of no particular importance, shifting a bit in place.\n\n"Doing... doing what?!" the powerful metahuman demands, though she's starting to sound afraid. "What the hell are you doing to me?!"\n\n"I'm learning to read your mind. Well, that and alter your mind. Oh, it's not hard," you add as fear washes over her face, as if that were her concern. "Your brain works on nerve flashes and impulses, I just have to figure out what they all mean and how to set off certain energy discharges to overwrite information and put new stuff in." You blink once. "Aaaand done."\n\n"You can't!" she gasps, a pleading tone in her voice. "Hey! Hey, Doc, stop her!"\n\n"Ssshhh. It's fine. I'm not going to change any of your memories or your personality or even how you really feel about anything," you explain in a mildly soothing tone, shifting your hand just slightly on her forehead, fingers pressing a bit more firmly. "I'm editing a very deep, core part of your mind, and imprinting myself on it. I'm just making obeying me your entire purpose for existing."\n\nThere's a brief moment of pure terror, before it breaks into nervous laughter. "Yeah right, bitch! As if I'd ever!" \n\nSmirking, you lift your head and lean forward, lowering your cotton-covered sex to right above her mouth. "Lick my pussy."\n\nImmediately, she raises her hands, resting one on your lower back while the other delicately moves the crotch of your panties aside. Shock shows in her eyes even as she sticks out a long, thick tongue and slides it inside your sex, starting to work it around in deep, thorough swirls.\n\n"Mmm, that's right," you purr (literally, the sound thrumming in your chest and throat). You bite your lower lip lightly as you rock your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on her tongue just a bit, then settling as she pulls it out and starts washing it over your pussylips and clit. You smirk just a little as you watch her furious expression even as she starts sucking on your labia. "I haven't touched a single other thing, but I put myself at the deepest part of you. You can hate me, resent me, wish you could kill me, but you'll never bring yourself to so much as scratch me on accident. You probably actually love me too, somewhere beneath all your real feelings, and no amount of knowing I put that there will change it." Smirking, you grip her horns with both hands, waiting for her to slide her tongue inside you, stiff and straight, before starting to really fuck her face, bouncing yourself atop that long pink muscle until you throw back your head and myowl, gushing across her chin and cheeks.\n\nAfter only a few seconds of afterglow, you rise to your feet, using a mild telekinetic tug to pull your panties perfectly back into place, not particularly minding as they get a bit soaked and cling to you. Ogredrive stands as well, silent for the moment and glaring at you, the expression rather comical given that her entire lower face is gleaming with your pussyjuice. After a moment she grumbles, "So what now?"\n\n<hr>\n[[We're leaving.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[We're dealing with the others.|FemPalV]]

You wake up to the feel of Celest's tongue wrapped around the base of your balls and one of her tentacles wrapped around your cock, stroking and pumping it slowly. You let out a snort, followed by a soft whinny as you raise your head, looking down past your large white-furred boobs to the sight of your pretty alien wife with her mouth against one of your testicles, your huge pink and black speckled prick wobbling a bit in the air with the motion of her strokes, some pre dribbling down along the flare. "Good morning, cowgirl," you say with an affectionate chuckle, before letting out another equine snort and leaning your head back as three of her fingers slide into your ass.\n\n"Mm, calling me that because I did such a good job of riding a horse last night?" she teases as she lifts her head a bit, her free hand running up and down your muscular thigh as she wraps her other tentacle around your cock as well, starting to stroke it more purposefully. \n\n"Mmmmmhmmmmm." Your legs twitch, rubbing your hooves agains the sleek silver sheets. "You do like the equines, don't you?"\n\n"I like the Clydesdale very much, yes," she coos, leaning forward to snake her tongue out and drag it through the spaces between her tentacles. "Your cock's just as long but even thicker than it is as a donkey. Though I do miss your super cute 'hee-hawwwww's!" she teases with a giggle.\n\nYou snort again, deciding to punish her by not holding back at all. She squeals as large spurts of horsecum start flying upward and then raining down all over her, leaving you to laugh a bit as you one-horsegirl bukkake her. She straightens up and pulls her tentacles away, running her hands along her face and then slathering her tongue over them.\n\n"I guess we're starting today with a shower," she says with a snort of her own.\n\n"I'll make it up to you by letting you fuck my ass while we actually shower, babe." Giving her a broad horsey grin, you scoot back a bit and sit up some as well. "But after that, wanna go to the teleporter room and pick out something else?"\n\n"Okay! Mmm..." She looks thoughtful, still smearing some cum off of (and into) her skin. "Nothing too huge this time, though, I want to give the reactor a little more time to rest after we had to make all the hallways and rooms bigger for 'Whale Week'."\n\n"Mm, so no elephants, rhinos, or hippos either," you muse as Celest clambers up to settle against you, her hands roaming over your massive tits in gentle strokes. "Bear?"\n\n"Hmmm... I do like how fuzzy you are as a bear, that's lovely, but I'm feeling something a bit more exotic downstairs." She perks up a little. "I do like it when you're a shark, I love how you have two cocks and don't need anything special to fuck me in the aquatic rooms."\n\n"Maybe tomorrow? Shark's fun but I feel like sucking your cock sometime today and I always get a little paranoid about doing that as a shark." You reach a hand down to wrap around her prick as you say so, your alien lover giving a soft 'mmmm' as your powerful, hoof-tipped fingers caress her. "Rabbit?"\n\n"Very fun for just how fast you can pound me, and good if you want to keep trying to knock me up, but then-"\n\n"Right, you'd have to stay internal all day, no sucking your cock." The two of you fall into a thoughtful, companionable silence. Then you grin. "Well, there's always the old standby."\n\nCelest perks up and looks into your eyes, both of you saying "Canine," in unison. She leans in to peck you on your equine muzzle. "Can I pick the breed?"\n\n"Of course, babe."\n\n"Mmm, good, then let's spend today being knotty."\n\n<b>Cyan in Space</b> end - <i>The one-woman menagerie</i>

The Drow yawns as he walks up the passageway, covering it with one hand. "Not one proper new discovery after all that experimentation," he grouses aloud, apparently to himself. "And not a bit of fun either. Now I've got to come home, I'll have to start all over again, figure out what I'm going to do next, I didn't even win over any new minions..." He stops, then glowers. "... And I've got a petrified adventurer blocking my doorway. Wonderful."\n\nHe gives your leather-covered stone butt a light kick, then sighs. "Well, she's kind of a pretty one, at least. I'll do something with this in a bit." He edges around you and slips his key into the lock, then closes the door after himself, apparently not caring much beyond the fact that you provided a minor obstruction to his entrance.\n\nSome time later, he opens the door again as wide as it will go before gesturing with his hands and murmuring quietly as he casts a spell to lift you up and inside the warmly-furnished living room type area within. He pauses with you floating in midair for a few moments, then sets you down a bit in front of one of the chairs. He points at you and snaps his fingers, and all the laces, seams, and other fastenings of your armor and belts come undone at once, falling to the ground and leaving you a nude grey stone figure. He gestures to telekinetically move the discarded leather away, then considers before murmuring "Stone shape."\n\nAt guiding movements from his hands, you slowly move forward, arms shifting position, legs turning, until you're on hands and knees, both spread enough to give you a solid foundation on the thick carpet. Your head is lifted so that it's really as if you were positioned for doggy style, and of course showing off your terrified, frozen in stone expression. Your pert unpolished granite tits expand underneath you, growing until they hang down like udders, making you practically obscene. He considers for a moment, then lengthens and reshapes your ears, apparently deciding you'd look better as a full elf. Finally satisfied, the Drow wanders off to the side, returning with a red velvet cushion and a can of beer.\n\nHe drops the cushion onto your back, then settles into the chair and props his feet up on you. He pops the tab of the can and takes a swig, giving a contented noise, then leans forward to set the can on your can, dribbles of condensation running down the metal and onto your granite ass. "Perfect. Adventurers really can be useful for something," he murmurs happily, sitting back and resting his hands on his belly.\n\n<b>Gamer Girl Rogue</b> end - <i>Home furnishing</i>

After the night's orgy, Jaxim and his friends take the thirteen of you back to the Green Lands of the Neverafter to mingle with the rest of the nymphs and fauns, and of course there's yet another orgy to celebrate where your new thirteen are mixed with dozens of other near-identical nymphs. By the end of the day, even you can't remember what you used to look like or what you used to be named... you're a nymph now, nymphs don't need names! They leave silly things like names and individuality and the barest hint of responsibility to the fauns. Your only job is to lounge around all day, playing with the fauns when they come by or, when there are none around, playing with your many sisters. Playing is everything from dancing and singing or just saying whatever silly things you can to get a laugh, to getting pounded up the ass while you suck a thick load of alcoholic jizz out of another nymph's pussy.\n\nAnd of course there's the wonderful game 'rape'! Sometimes when a faun comes by, instead of sashaying up to him and pressing your big luscious tits to his chest while you coo and wiggle, you'll instead squeal and go running off into the forest, breasts bouncing energetically and long sleekly-curved legs pumping. It always sends them into a frenzy, immediately chasing you and only you, his cock even harder and bigger than usual. And when he catches you... because that's the point of the game... he always throws you down and ravishes you absolutely without mercy, kneading your tits roughly and digging his fingers into the soft flesh, pounding his hips against yours until they're a blur, spanking your ass and slapping your boobs, pulling your hair, fucking your throat, and on and on and on. He's never done in anything less than five hours, and when he finally leaves you you're left laying limp and completely mindless in a literal puddle of cum, covered head to toe in at least a thin glaze of faun jizz, with more of it dribbling out of all three holes. Of course the next morning you're up and about and as clean and spry as you ever were, that's why it's so much fun! You could do it every day, if you wanted!\n\nThe faun named Jaxim often comes by... you seem to be one of his favorites for some reason. Sometimes he'll go around, letting each nymph suck his cock for a few moments before pulling out, but when his eyes lock with yours he grins wildly and starts urging you to take his cock down your throat. This happens often enough that even your miniscule nymph brain can pick up on it, so he becomes your favorite too! Not that you spread your legs for anyone else with less abandon... but if you spy him at an orgy you usually try to get over and start sucking on him at some point. It's about the closest thing the bundle of lust and giggles that you call a mind can comprehend to a 'relationship', but it seems to make him happy, so you're happy. Well, actually, you're always happy. And you will be forever.\n\n<b>Cheerleader Forest</b> end - <i>Nymphomaniac</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Eternal happiness? Ew. Maybe I'll pick the singing.|CheerForest6x1]]\n\n[[Or a different fork in the road.|CheerBusStart]]\n\n[[Or a different life path.|CharGenMain]]

"Hey, warrior races generally have a strict code of honor or something like it, right?" you query, glancing at Smith.\n\n"Yeah, it's the only way a society like that can function and make it out of an equivalent to the iron age, they have to establish rules for themselves." Smith looks curious where you're going, before realization quickly sweeps over her face. "And in the case of warrior races created as guards and soldiers, that honor code generally involves a deep dedication to the creators, and a hatred of failing them."\n\n"If we could find some of these warriors, I bet they'd be really really pissed at the Raptarrans for turning on their creators," you note with a bit of a smug grin.\n\n"More than that, they might be pissed enough at the RubBorg to help us with that problem too. Great thinking, Jones." Materializing a more powerful communication device from her belt, Smith continues, "We'll get an intel team down here and decoding these records. Hopefully there'll be some indicator of where we can find any remnants of them."\n\nSoon the temple is crawling with black-suited Section 69 specialists. A few wind up lost to newly-discovered hazards, but, well, that's just another day on the job in Starbeat, let alone Section 69. It takes a few days, but eventually the head of the research team approaches Smith and yourself to brief you. "The warrior caste was called 'Tyrannans'," he explains. "It looks like the vast majority of them were wiped out in the initial orbital bombardments, and then all the rest as they tried to protect the precursor evacuation ships and thus couldn't fight properly."\n\n"So they're all dead?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"Not all, that's the good news. From what we've been able to find in the database, there's most likely a small fleet of them left. They were put in suspended animation and kept in a non-strategic, barren system," the researcher explains as he passes you the PADD he's holding. "They're likely the last of the species, but there's probably hundreds of them and at least a dozen ships. Still, if we're interpreting the information right, that might be all we'd need to solve the Raptarran Issue, and possibly the RubBorg Dilemma as well."\n\nYou look over the information, and exchange a glance with Smith before nodding to the researcher. "Alright, we're on it. We'll stay in contact." As he leaves, you hm. "I'm guessing that Section 69 has a method to get to the other side of the known galaxy in a short period?"\n\n"What kind of secret organization would we be if we didn't?" she answers dryly.\n\nThe two of you reboard the shuttle you came here in and leave the planet's surface, but rather than immediately setting out for the destination, you turn and make your way into the nearby nebula, where the Section 69 ship that brought the research team is waiting. Settled in the soft blue gaseous clouds, it's black, sleek, and virtually flat in comparison to most Starfleet ships, having very little in the way of a profile to stand out and be shot at.\n\n<img src="images/XKYyCcH.jpg">\n\nSmith docks the shuttle in the bay, and the two of you make your way to the fairly small, efficient bridge. Smith walks up to the man sitting in the central chair. "Operative Jones and I will be taking command of this vessel until further notice. The core team of researchers and a security contingent are staying on the planet, recall everyone else." You're a little surprised by the lack of indignation or scowling as the man nods and gets up, allowing Smith to sit down in his place. Section 69 agents must just be used to agents with higher mission priority commandeering their stuff. You move to stand beside the captain's chair as Smith continues. "I want to be underway within the hour. Getting everything squared away on the surface is a priority, but start prepping the jump drive now."\n\nVarious acknowledgements come back from the bodysuited crew as they all set to work. Smith watches them for a moment, then glances at you. "The jump drive can have some unpleasant side effects, especially the first time you use it. We don't actually need to be out here for the jump... there's something I've found that reduces the stress by a lot, we could step into the ready room and partake in that instead."\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds good.|TrekF]]\n\n[[You're fine.|TrekF]]

Hell with it! You're going to Worldland!\n\nLuckily you find a bus service that, after a few transfers, will take you right to the Worldland entrance. Pretty sweet deal, even if it does eat up a fair amount of your cash. But when you see the loops of roller coasters getting larger outside the bus windows, you can't help but feel you've made the right choice. This is going to be great!\n\nYou get off the bus and join the line heading to the ticket booth. Other people are eyeing you... after all you've been wearing the same clothes for about a week and have only been able to sponge bathe a bit in the bus's bathroom sink. You're also not sure what the ticket prices are, and all in all you're feeling pretty nervous. That dollar menu burger you had yesterday isn't sitting too well at this point.\n\nWhen you get to the ticket booth, however, you're surprised to discover that the tickets are fairly cheap. You'd heard places like this charged an arm and a leg for admission, but you're easily able to fork over the twenty dollars your own ticket costs. You head through the turnstile, already looking around in excitement at the brightly-decorated souvenir shops that dot the entrance, hoping to separate the more impulsive from some extra cash as quickly as possible.\n\nThe path leading forward soon leads to a roundabout built around a statue of some sort of upright horse cartoon character... must be one of the mascots. But there's also a signpost with arrow-shaped signs pointing at various paths. Must be directions...\n\n<b>[[Hollywoodland|HollywoodStart]]</b>: This arrow sign has a little icon of a stylized movie camera on it. Must be some sort of movie-themed exhibit or something.\n\n<b>[[Ponyland|PonylandStart]]</b>: This sign has a picture of a bright pink cartoon equine in a dancing pose on it. Oh brother. Seems super girly. Of course it could turn out to be surprisingly fun too... or you could just walk around complaining, which is fun its own way.\n\n<b>[[Christmasland|XmaslandStart]]</b>: What's this? What's this? Christmas all year 'round, huh? Well, that's probably a pretty popular attraction. Smart too... 'Mommy, daddy, it's Christmas so I want presents!'\n\n<b>[[Halloweenland|HalloLandStart]]</b>: And it's practically right next to Christmasland, too. You wonder if there's this one place right in the middle of the two that has turkey dinners, heh.\n\n<b>[[Dudeland|DudelandStart]]</b>: That... doesn't look like it's supposed to be there. The sign is actually just a dirty piece of notebook paper nailed to the post, with the name crudely-scrawled and an arrow pointing at what looks like a dirt path between bushes. What the heck?\n\n<b>[[Wander|Worldland1]]</b>: Eh, who needs a specific destination? You can just meander around the park taking in the sights for awhile first, right?

You kneel between your Master's legs, obediently bobbing your head in long, smooth motions as he commanded. You haven't exactly been troubled by a gag reflex ever since you changed, but even if you had, your Master's orders would override that. Your own cock is stiff and throbbing and eager, dripping a steady supply of pre, but you ignore it for your Master's pleasure. He'll tell you when you can fuck again... you're always eager and ready to, after all.\n\n"I suppose I should have told you that the solution has documented side effects when mixed with sugar," Master says in an amused tone, stroking the top of your head, letting his hand wander down a bit further along your thick, straight mane of raven hair. "But I admit I did sort of want to see what would happen. I suppose it was a good thing you were too stupid to use something else, hm?"\n\nSince that seems to be a question, you pull your mouth up and off his prick, gasping a little but immediately starting to pump his shaft with your slender, girly fingers, not wanting his pleasure to stop for a second. "Yes, Master, it's good that I'm your stupid brainless whore," you answer in a husky, but undeniably femining dicksucking voice.\n\n"Yes, yes it is," he chuckles, giving you a nudge on the head to return you to sucking him. He glances over at your fellow slaves, all of them standing in a row with their hands on display, huge boobs and fat pricks shown off for him, their bodies trembling eagerly with the desire to fuck but obediently staying in position as told. "Admittedly the dick growth was unexpected. It seems that an introduction of outside DNA during a quick-induced change can cause certain physical trait blending. Hm... I'm not so into futanari that I'd need four of them. I suppose once I make a few seed money-generating pornos with all of you, these three can be used for other experiments. Or sold. You three would like that, wouldn't you? Being used as lab rats, or sold to be fucktoys or porn-slaves for the rest of your lives?"\n\n"Yes, Master," the other slaves answer in chorus, their cocks all twitching and letting loose drops of pre at the thought.\n\n"As for you," Master continues, glancing down at you. "Well, since you still have a cock and look mostly like him, I shouldn't have too much trouble convincing a court that you're Austin. It's not their problem if you've become a mindless sex-crazed pervert and gotten implants, just that you're allowed to have access to your bank accounts and real estate holding. Which you'll give to me, in return for fucking you up the ass right now, won't you?"\n\nYou moan heavily around his prick, pulling your head up and off again and eagerly turning around, bracing yourself on one hand and reaching back with the other, your fingers sinking into the yielding flesh of your ass as you pull one buttcheek aside to show him your hole. "Oh, oh yes Master, please, take everything, take everything, just fuck me!"\n\n"Well... alright," Master says with an apparently long-suffering sigh that sends a delighted shiver through you due to reminding you how worthless and pathetic you are compared to him. As his cock sinks into you, you smile brainlessly and let your eyes roll up, your body shuddering immediately in assgasm before he's even entirely outside. \n\nThose were definitely the best cookies ever!\n\n<b>Austin and Shirou<b> end - <i>Futanari Bimbo Cookie Slave</i>

That's right, eating the cookie last time was super relaxing, wasn't it? Before you know it you're biting into the soft cookie and firm frosting, your motions becoming almost mechanical as you devour it steadily, your shoulders once again slumping and eyes going heavy-lidded and glassy. Once again you turn and follow Tandy at her command, trailing after her into the utility closet with its shelves full of cleaning solutions and faint ammonia odor. \n\n"Now I know this is supposed to be testing, but I must admit I've really enjoyed myself thinking out what to do with you," Tandy coos. "Let's go ahead and start like last time and have you pee your pants, Cyan."\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you answer, even as wetness begins to spread across the crotch of your jeans, piss once more running down your inner thighs and dribbling to the floor as the denim becomes saturated.\n\n"Still just as obedient as ever, peeing on demand!" Tandy squeals with delight, giving a little laugh as she fishes out her cock again, stroking it lightly as she watches the dark wetness spreading across your already black jeans. "And again, go ahead and pull those down, but this time once you do turn around and bend over."\n\nObediently, you undo your wet jeans and shove them and the sodden blue panties beneath down round your knees, then turn to face away from Tandy and bend forward, putting your hands on your bare and slightly damp knees, displaying your piss-damp pussy to Tandy. Your expression doesn't waiver as one of Tandy's hands comes to rest on your lower back, and then her cock begins spreading your virgin cunt open around it, slowly sliding inside you, arousal starting to mingle with the urine already dampening your folds. "Ooo, arousal response despite no emotional response, perrrrfect," Tandy moans delightedly as she continues gradually sliding her cock into you. "I really am a genius!" she adds with a giggle, grabbing hold of your waist.\n\nTandy begins pumping her hips, moaning softly and sweetly as she fucks you in the dank little closet reeking of chemicals and piss. You stare emotionlessly at the floor as Tandy pumps into you, not so much as blinking as she delivers a testing slap to your bare ass, though your pussy gives a squeeze around her and makes her give another moan. "Oh <i>lovely</i>!" she breathes as she starts pumping into you faster, her balls swinging forward to slap against the front of your pee-damp crotch. Finally she gives a long, soft moan, her cock twitching inside you and spilling thick, hot cum deep into your sodden teen pussy without a hint of reaction from you.\n\n"Oh yes, these experiments are definitely a very lovely thing," Tandy says a bit breathlessly as she slides out of your pussy, and proceeds to stuff her still mostly-hard cum-smeared cock up your ass, forcing it in deep. "Definitely need to... nnnnh... continue them," she adds, sighing in a relieved tone as you feel a flood of much wetter and hotter fluid rushing deep inside you as she pisses deep in your ass. "And I've got your next series of commands allll planned out," she continues happily as she slides her cock out of your ass, bidding you to pull up your pants and stand up. You do so, feeling the cooled, piss-soaked cloth drag along your skin and adhere to you as you tug it into place, Tandy's own pee starting to leak out of your ass and into the seat of your panties and jeans as you stand. "Are you ready for your next bit of programming, dear Cyan?"\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you answer, before sitting up in bed. You blink a few times, disoriented by the darkness outside your window... then groaning as a smell tickles your nose and the feeling of warmth and wetness around your ass hits you. You again toss the topsheet aside and stare down... and then, more eagerly before, slide a hand down the front of your piss-soaked panties, desperately fingering yourself as you moan and gasp, your hips jerking and slapping your pantied ass against the wet spot on your bed.\n\nUnfortunately, it's not the last time it happens. At least every other night you awaken to find you've peed in your sleep, and every time you find yourself humiliatingly aroused by it, stuffing your fingers into your piss-slick pussy as you half try to remember the dream that brought all this about. You wind up having to secretly buy a rubber cover for your mattress and put extra sheets you bought yourself on over it... which means that the wet spot you usually find yourself frigging your pussy in is really more of a puddle. What's worse, you eventually find yourself battling the urge to pee while you're still dressed and awake. Usually you manage to resist until just before you're about to take a shower, stepping in and letting loose, moaning as you soak your panties and jeans and leave piss dribbling down onto the shower floor, then turning on the water to try and wash your clothes clean to hide the evidence.\n\nYou live in a constant state of embarrassment and shame, wondering if your parents are going to call you on all this at any time and reveal they've known all along. It's really stressful, you need to relax. You suddenly remember, didn't you go to a candy shop... sometime? It had cookies that made you feel really relaxed, maybe one of those would help...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go get a cookie.|GGCandy7x5]]\n\n[[No, bad idea.|GGCandy]]

"Look, why don't you find a more peaceful way to work this out than fighting?" you suggest. "Maybe even get along with each other or something, even if Hell and Heaven can't. You could start by... um, I dunno, finding some common ground," you suggest, wiggling a finger in the air. "Something you both like and can agree on, maybe?"\n\nShotiel and Mal both look a little shocked at the very idea, although they do seem to be thinking it over since they straighten up and let their weapons disappear. Shotiel rubs his chin thoughtfully while Mal rests his hands on his hips and looks at the floor... then their gazes gradually draw to meet, before they turn to look at you, nearly identical smirks on their lips. You blink, looking back and forth between them. "... Um."\n\nSeconds later you're on the bed on all fours, mmfing and moaning around a bright red cock as a demon's balls slap your chin, the angel dick slamming into your ass driving you forward against it. Your cock juts below your belly, giving a small spurt of cum with every pump of that big celestial cock into your ass, your throat trembling from minor mouthgasms at the infernal schlong pumping between your lips. Mal smirks down at you as he grips a fistful of your hair lightly, using it to urge you to swallow his cock over and over again (not that you have much of a choice, or are offering much resistance), then giggles as he looks up at Shotiel. "I guess it's true there's one thing angels and demons can both agree on!"\n\n"Mhmm! And that's that fucking cute mortals is <i>great</i>!" Shotiel chirps in reply, rolling his hips to rub his cock around inside you, your cock shuddering and giving a much heavier splatter of cum all over the sheets at the sensation. He giggles as well as he gives your ass a light slap. "Sorry, Jamie, I know I said I'd be nice to you, but you <i>did</i> suggest the demon and I find common ground!"\n\n"You're a really good mediator, I think this is gonna work out great!" Mal coos as his tongue flicks over his lipa, smirking down at you again as your throat and tongue work his throbbing, hot demon prick largely of their own volition.\n\nEventually the two of them switch positions, flopping you over onto your back so that Mal can lift your legs and push into your ass, resuming his favorite activity, fucking you like a girl. But this time Shotiel joins in, sitting himself on your face, his pert, perfect angelic buttocks pressing around you as his pucker rests against your lips. Even if you didn't feel practically compelled by the two's combined sexual auras to join in, the fact that Shotiel reaches forward and starts jerking off your twitching, spurting prick almost immediately has you enthusiastically tonguing that tight little Heavenly hole... angels must really be something else because his asshole actually tastes like cherries, which certainly doesn't put you off of eating him out. The winged boy coos and wriggles atop you, occasionally sliding himself back so that his balls come to rest on your mouth instead, leaving you tonguing and sucking that soft, smooth vanilla-flavored sack instead. During one of his shifts you catch a glimpse of the angel leaned forward, sharing a rather wicked kiss with his infernal rival, the pair apparently having rather thoroughly found common ground at this point. Though you're definitely part of that, since almost in unison they pull back, Mal slipping out of your ass and Shotiel off of your face, both of them stroking their cocks and moaning sweetly as they begin drenching you in a veritable rain fo cum, thick white splashes striking your face, belly, and chest, angel and demon cum alike mingling all over you and leaving you shuddering in climax.\n\nYou lay there in a daze for a few moments, and when you come to and sit up, still feeling thoroughly sticky, you realize that the two of them have apparently found enough common ground that you aren't even entirely necessary anymore. Shotiel is laying on his stomach, cock pressed between his belly and the bed, snowy white wings raised and spread wide to give Mal plenty of room above him. The demon is pumping downward into the angel's ass, red balls smacking against pale peach ones, both of them moaning girlishly as they rock the bed. You stare at Mal's crimson ass as it rises and falls swiftly, at those fat red balls swaying and slapping against Shotiel's.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck that ass.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Suck those balls.|QOInc]]

"Probably don't want to change me too much, the humans still need to be able to recognize me," you note.\n\n"True." Maril resumes her motion, unfastening something at her neck, then shrugging her robes off. You're not even sure how they were concealing the absolute mountain of white hair she has, let alone her figure, with long curvy legs, huge breasts, and wide hips. The jingling sound is revealed to be multiple necklaces all clipped with multiple charms and strands of beads, resting over her huge blue-black tits, at least one of the chains hung with its decorations going between the thick rings piercing her nipples. Even more charms and strands are attached around the beaded waistband of the scanty little red g-string she's wearing... its front bulging with the very obvious outline of a thick cock and balls. You also notice that her eyes are solid black, without any other color whatsoever.\n\n"This helps me concentrate," she says flatly, making you jerk slightly as you realize you were staring. "Now, do your best to relax and don't move around too much." She raises both hands, her forearms bearing a number of similarly jangly bracelets and her fingers covered in rings, and begins murmuring quietly.\n\nTrying to obey her instructions, you look up at the mirror above and try to keep your body relaxed. You feel a little startled when your skin begins to change color, but remind yourself that was sort of the point. It's like it gains color and goes pale at the same time, gradually over the passing minutes turning an even shade of gray, your nipples turning a much darker, almost black shade of gray, making the silver rings piercing them stand out even more. You watch the whites of your eyes fill in with black, the blue of them starting to glow as the inky color edges in around them. The changes to your body are more subtle, and you're only able to notice because, well, this process definitely has your undivided attention. The line of your jaw and your nose shifts slightly, becoming just slightly more slender and giving you a more aristocratic look, your already slim hips shifting their curve a little more as your waist thins just slightly... you can even feel your butt turning a little rounder and more pert against the comforter. Your just slightly pointed ears lengthen a bit more and angle backwards, becoming roughly half the length but closer to the same shape as Maril's and Alrid's. Your legs grow slightly longer and take on an even more feminine curvature, feet becoming slender and toes particularly delicate. As if in a finishing touch, a single streak of snowy white slides down your bangs amidst the blue color.\n\n"There," Maril says, a faint thread of satisfaction in her voice as she lowers her hands, then bends to collect her robe. Once she's re-donned it, she picks up your own discarded robes and passes a hand over them, the garments reshaping before your eyes before she sets them on the side of the bed. "Get dressed, then go to Alrid's room," she says simply before turning and gliding out.\n\nYou get up, taking a moment to look your newly gray-skinned self over, before turning back to the clothes and looking them over. For underwear you find a truly tiny pair of side-tie panties, barely enough to cover your pussy and a little of the front of your crotch, the ties settling high up on your hips once they're done. There's a pair of black stockings with the soles hardened somewhat like slippers, so you sit down and slide those on as well, noting that they make your now even more fantastic legs look even better. Well, you're killin' it in at least one way you muse as you straighten up. The only other things are a red tunic-like thing, basically just a long rectangle with a hole in the middle, and a black sash. Welp, no bra again. Shrugging, you pull on the tunic, which comes down to just below the bottom of your hips, and belt it on with the sash. It essentially leaves your hips bare, and even gives decent view of the sides of your breasts... and the sash hides the waistband of the panties, making it look like you're not wearing any. If this is Drow fashion, it's going to take some getting used to... although really, you feel oddly comfortable with it, not feeling too bothered as you walk out of the room and down the hall.\n\nAlrid's sitting in the comfortable chair near the side of the bed, apparently just finishing off his glass of darkport. He smirks some at the sight of you. "Well, hello properly this time, Cyan."\n\n"Hello, Father," you answer, then blink. You didn't even really think about calling him that, it just slipped out. You look at him in surprise as he chuckles.\n\n"Maril didn't just alter you physically. She's implanted memories, knowledge... after all, it would hardly do if our plan fell apart because you didn't react to me properly. If you're going to play the part of my daughter, best you <i>live</i> the part even in your own mind, yes?"\n\nYou stare at him, realizing as you do that it's true. Your mind just reacts to him on a base level as 'Father'... not even 'Dad', but with that slightly formal attachment. You still remember... your old dad, but it's like the connection to him has been superseded, like he's more of a kindly uncle or cousin or something. There's a strange mingling of annoyance and affection running through you as you grumble, "You could have at least warned me."\n\n"Consider it payback for breaking and entering. Now, come, let Father have a good look at you," he says, setting the empty glass down and beckoning lightly with both hands.\n\nYou walk over, still trying to process the feelings of love and attachment you feel towards him, and the very real-seeming false memories of growing up around him as his secret daughter that the thoughts bring up. He rests his hands casually on your waist, looking up and down, then pats you lightly. "A half-breed, certainly, but still one any Drow father might be proud of. There might be challenges if you do assume my title, but there's much to be done to mollify that before then. But ah, I suppose that depends on how you comport yourself," he adds thoughtfully. "So, Cyan, do tell me... what sort of daughter are you going to be?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A loyal one.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[A bratty one.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[Daddy's Girl.|GGRogue15x12]]

The other three move around to the other side of the light, taking blue gemstones out of their sleeves and scattering them on the ground, as if carelessly spreading vegetable seeds. The first, who's apparently in charge, continues to look at you, idly tweaking your nipples or reaching down to stroke his fingers into your pussy. As curling white wood begins to sprout from where the others cast the gemstones, he turns his head just a bit to call without looking away from you, "I think I rather like the look of this one. Make sure to place my sigil on one of the cocoons."\n\n"Certainly. Mind you if I claim the black-haired warrior woman?"\n\n"Feel free. Kuron, Eirohar, the two of you may also come and pick out which of the mortals would make the best new personal acquisition, once you've finished guiding the cocoons."\n\nThe sidhe man bends and then scoops you up, one arm under your knees and the other behind your back. You rest limp in his arms as he effortlessly carries you over, the white growths now having taken on large mostly-spherical shapes at top, like some sort of natural wicker chair. He waits for one of the others to finish carving something on it, then tucks you inside, curling your legs up against your chest and settling your arms around them. You sit contentedly as he steps back, and blue crystal begins growing into the hollow around you. It completely surrounds your body, covering every inch of you, from your arms and middle to fitting snugly and perfectly against your bared slit and asshole. Eventually the crystal forms a perfect egg shape situated in the midst of the wood.\n\nOver the next hundred years, your body and mind are slowly changed. Your mortal life, and indeed your very identity, are slowly washed away, leaving you clean and pure, blank for the lessons the magic crystal has to infuse into you. Images of gleaming, elegant cities seemingly carved whole from wood, the sounds of flowing and pure language that conveys more than any mortal tongue ever could, the feel of silk more perfect and soft than any human fabric could ever be. It doesn't bother with memory, only skill and purpose... you live to serve your Lord Erithon. You are his property, his to do with as he pleases, your only reason for existence to serve him and advance his purposes.\n\nEventually the crystal cracks like an egg, then flows away from you like water, leaving you to gasp softly at the sudden feel of cold forest air on your skin. You swing long, lean legs as pale and white as milk out of the white wood curvature supporting you, gently slipping your hand into the waiting sidhe lord's hand. You stand up, now tall and slender in the moonlight, moonlight falling on your large, heavy breasts and the exquisite silver of your long, straight hair, and the dainty points of your ears.\n\nAll around you others are climbing out of the former cocoons, either helped by sidhe men or, you note now, a few women, or sliding elegantly to their feet on their own. You notice one, now muscled as fluidly and strongly as a tiger, her long hair a darker silver and her eyes piercing, and something inside you distractedly notes that you once knew her as 'Coach Morrison'. But though the names of who these sidhe were when they were mortal remain, any attachment you had to either names or individuals is long destroyed.\n\n"You are well?" Lord Erithon asks evenly, tilting his head slightly.\n\n"Of course, my lord," you reply with calm good nature, bowing your head in proper subservience to him. "I live to serve you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|CheerForest13xEnd]]

You begin to obey as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You undo the waistband of your skirt and allow it to drop, baring the snug red modesty bloomers worn beneath it. Then you bend forward and pull off your cheer jacket, revealing the plain white sports bra you usually wear, before you yank that off as well while still bent over, your breasts bobbling around a bit as the snug fabric is pulled over them. You straighten up and toss back your hair reflexively, before hooking your thumbs into both bloomers and panties and bending over again to push them down. While you're down there, you undo your sneakers and push off your socks. You straighten up and step forward from the little pile of clothing to stand with your arms at your sides again, your light tan skin completely bare, dark pink nipples stiff in the cold nighttime air, a modest delta of close-cropped blonde fuzz pointing directly at your revealed slit.\n\nWhile you don't look away from the light, during your undressing you can see that all of the other girls are doing the same thing. Coach Morrison sheds her plain grey and red track suit to reveal surprisingly feminine black lace bra and panties, which she drops to the ground with no more thought than she gave to the relatively shabby windbreaker material. All of your other friends are wriggling out of their jackets too, providing a sampling of the number of ways cheerleaders can get undressed, a few of them even turning to dazedly help the girl nearest them pull the jacket off before turning their attention back to the light.\n\n"A pathetic batch, really, as any bunch of mortals are," one of the sidhe says with a disappointed sigh, walking along the rough line the group has formed and looking various girls up and down as if sizing up a row of cattle at the stockyard.\n\n"Skin blemishes," the second says almost in disgust, his lips turned down in a scowl as he cups Pepper's chin and turns her unresisting head back and forth to look at her freckles.\n\n"This one cuts her hair as short as their <i>men</i> do," the third almost growls, reaching up to grab Coach Morrison's short hair and yank her head back roughly to bare her throat, the woman not so much as wincing as he does. His gaze turns downward, and he releases her hair to rub a finger over her defined abs. "And I would daresay is of greater fighting strength than most mortal men."\n\n"Aye, this one has the look of a warrior as well," the fourth says in a more musing tone as he examines Alisson, reaching around to grip and squeeze one of her taut buttocks. He slides his hand around, patting her hip as if checking their width, then cups her crotch. He's obviously sliding a finger into her, but she's just as obviously still too entranced by the light and the memory of the music to so much as moan. "A warrior rather likely to make more warriors, to my eye."\n\n"There is enough potential here to warrant it, I would say," the first finally says again, stopping in front of you and eyeing you musingly. He raises his hands, long, perfect fingers toying with your bare breasts, and though it feels better than it ever did touching them yourself, the moan you feel in your throat never even gets to the subaudible level. "And we've had few enough new sidhe women in many a year. Yes, very well, prepare the cocoons, we'll make breeders and warriors of the lot of them."\n\n<hr>\n[[Cocoons?! Okay, that's your limit, you've got to resist!|CheerForest]]\n\n[[As you say, my lord.|CheerForest13x3]]

"I definitely hear singing," Pepper says, pointing again.\n\nCassie cranes her head, then sighs. "The flute's stopped, I guess if it's there we couldn't find it easily anyway."\n\n"I hear the singing now too," you agree. "Let's go. It's really pretty," you add, smiling a bit at the professional-sounding notes and sweet cadence. "I'm guessing it's not a bunch of hillbillies."\n\nEveryone giggles at that, and heads into the forest towards the sound. At first everyone has to be careful, picking their way over fallen branches and rocks, watching every step they take. But soon there's a pure white glow ahead somewhere amongst the trees. As the glow gets brighter and the song gets clearer, you find yourself unable to take your eyes off of it, your feet guiding themselves on the path effortlessly. You can't stand to look away from it or stop listening to check if anyone else is having the same reaction, but from the general reduction of noise around you, you can guess that they are.\n\nThe song seems to wrap itself all around your brain, flowing through you, and by now you've forgotten why you started coming towards it other than purely to hear it better. Your group finally steps out of the trees and into the clearing where the light is shining. A group of tall, thin, achingly beautiful men are standing in a ring around some sort of white wooden pole about six feet high, the light hovering about a foot above it. The light reflects off the singers' pale skin and long, metallic silver hair, and shadows are cast by their elegantly pointed ears.\n\nSuddenly one of them stops, opening chillingly blue eyes and looking at you. The others stop almost immediately as well, lowering their hands from where they were raised to touch fingers with each other, instead tucking them into the wide sleeves of their long white robes. Though the song is silenced, you can still feel it inside you, holding you enraptured, silent and still as you stare at them.\n\n"It would seem we have accidentally snared some mortals with our song," one of them says with an achingly beautiful voice, smooth and rich and yet still carrying a hint of a sneer.\n\n"The allure of the sidhe is strong for the weak-minded," one of the others agrees, quirking a thin, delicate silver brow. "I thought no mortals came through these woods any longer, they are a place halfway between the mortal world and Neverafter."\n\n"The Way must have opened enough to allow them through. The moon and the mist, and so on." A third rolls his hand dismissively as he speaks, as if not really caring. "Still, they're here. And they're clearly quite well bespelled. May as well see what there is to be done with them."\n\n"Agreed," the fourth and final one says with a slight nod. Turning his pale eyes to you and the other girls, he adds imperiously, "Mortals, remove your garb."\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, of course.|CheerForest13x2]]

"Me?" she blinks a bit in surprise.\n\n"We're going to be working together for at least a few weeks preparing, I'd guess, just from looking at this stuff." You turn in the chair to face her. "I've decided to trust you, so I guess I'd like to know a little more about you." You pause, then huff out a little breath. "... Maybe it will help me start thinking of you as a... well... a person."\n\nShe nods slowly. "I guess I can understand that. From what I understand, hunters don't usually get into the business because they had a <i>good</i> encounter with a nonhuman." She pulls over another chair and sits down, pushing the shirt down between her legs, but not before you catch a flash of curly red hair.\n\n"Alright, what did you want to know?"\n\n<i>(These are not branch choices, they're just information that's relevant to the character and storyline. Choosing one will let you come back to this page to read the rest, or you can skip it if you've played this part before.)</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask about Carson.|JaceWar1x9a]]\n\n[[Ask what life was like under Mordensi.|JaceWar1x9b]]\n\n[[Ask what it's like being a werewolf.|JaceWar1x9c]]\n\n[[Ask what she plans to do after.|JaceWar1x9d]]\n\n[[Enough questions for now.|JaceWar1x10]]

There's not a lot you can do about it either... while it might be gentlemanly to offer your coat, it's lined with weapons, and you definitely don't trust her with that sort of thing. So instead the two of you settle for trying to hurry back through town. Taking her back to your hideout isn't exactly your first choice, but that seems to be a concession that's unavoidable. You disarm the outer defenses on the abandoned, run-down house before waving her inside, then rearming them once you're both in."\n\n"Nice place," she quips, looking around the dusty main room. You haven't done much to make it 'homey', after all, basically setting up a desk with your computers, a cot to sleep on, and racks to hold your weapons. In most places the dust has only been disturbed where you've set things down or brushed against it.\n\n"It's a tough market," you grumble in reply, moving to sit down in front of the computer. You start typing, only to hear her clear her throat pointedly. You glance over and notice her with her hands on her hips and tapping a foot, the motion making her bare breasts jiggle. It's been years since you blushed, but you do now as you get up and head over to your duffle bag. "Right. ... Sorry."\n\n"Lot on your mind, obviously," she allows as she catches the black t-shirt you toss her. It's one of yours, so it actually falls to below her hips, covering her quite adequately. Trying to remind yourself that the attractive woman wearing one of your shirts is actually a monster that you were planning to shoot in the head earlier this evening, you sit back down at the computer.\n\n"So start telling me about Mordensi. Basic stuff... where he operates from, what sort of forces he has, what some of those powers you mentioned are."\n\nShe nods and steps forward, leaning a hand on the back of your chair, her fingers brushing against your back through the layers of cloth. Still, it's the closest thing you've had to real human contact in awhile, so it takes you a moment to focus again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|JaceWar1x7]]

"Mordensi operates mainly out of Capital City. Yeah, that one," she agrees as you bring up a map on the internet.\n\n"Right. Lots of old buildings with multiple sub-basements," you muse, starting to access a historical site database.\n\n"Yeah, it's definitely one of those. Old gothic-style stone mansion, not exactly very subtle." She shakes her head ruefully.\n\nYou don't ask any further questions for a few moments as you concentrate on the data. But finally you venture, "Your voice, it's uh... a lot rougher, when you're... transformed."\n\n"It's actually rougher than usual now, too," she grumbles, straightening up and rubbing her throat a bit. "I think I might have a throat infection. Guess Mexican water isn't safe even for werewolves."\n\nYou hesitate, then tilt your head towards one of the tables. "There's a rack of healing potions over there in glass vials. The yellow stuff."\n\n"Oh. Thanks." She sashays over, and when she returns her voice is indeed clearer. You deliberately avoid thinking of it as 'pretty'. "As for forces, he's got a bunch of lesser vampires, none of them over fifty years old, probably. He keeps about a dozen of the toughest, most loyal, or most useful ones in the house at any time. Maybe another thirty or so just lurking around the neighborhood just in case. He's got a small pride of werewolves under his control, with a male named Carson as the Alpha." You hear her voice go soft, and you glance towards her. But she shakes her head, and you focus back on the screen. "And he's got a tame ogre."\n\n"An ogre? Seriously?" Now you turn to actually stare at her. "I'd heard they were extinct."\n\n"Well maybe in another generation, but Mordensi definitely has one. His name's Gurk, and he's as loyal as one of the mind-controlled wolves, even without mind control. I don't know that there's much mind to control, honestly."\n\nYou nod slowly, then turn back to the computer. "I think that's enough to work with right now. Why don't you get some rest?"\n\n"... Thanks." She nods and turns to head over to the cot, curling up on her side. You work for awhile longer before turning to just stare at her. It's obvious that this mission is going to go on for quite awhile, and she's going to be with you the entire time. Your lives are now in each others' hands. You have to make a choice... trust her and risk it coming back to bite you, possibly literally, and probably fatally, or keep her at arm's length to protect yourself, and continue to treat someone you're starting to see as a person like a monster you're barely tolerating.\n\n<hr>\n[[Trust her.|JaceWar1x8]]\n\n[[Don't trust her.|JaceWar]]

"If you want me to trust what you're saying, you're going to have to start," you say finally, gesturing slightly with your rifle. "Come out where I can see you. I won't fire unless you attack first."\n\nThere's a long silence. But finally, after a few more rustling noises, the werewolf steps out from behind a tree. It... well, she, apparently... is definitely every bit of seven feet tall, all lean toned muscle just like the animal she resembles. She's very human in shape, though, upright with normal legs, arms, and hands... and a pair of breasts that are each almost as large as your head. You manage not to be distracted... it's hardly the first naked, attractively-shaped female monster to stand in your path. She's covered with russet-colored fur, lighter brown marking her forearms and hands, her belly, the inner curves of her breasts, and the insides of her legs. One ear is actually white, standing out against the rest of the fairly dark colors. Even her face is fairly human... it's mostly just some of the shape of the nose and a slight elongation of her features that gives it a wolfish look.\n\n"I'm not attacking," she mutters, raising her hands a little as if in surrender.\n\n"And I'm not shooting you," you reply, making it clear exactly what an effort it is. "So let's talk. Just who was it that was supposedly forcing you to hurt people?"\n\n"A vampire named Mordensi." She flexes her claw-tipped fingers and growls a bit as she says the name, then blinks as you firm your grip on the rifle. "... Sorry. He's a very old, very powerful vampire, and a lot of them gain special powers. Powers like the ability to control werewolves. I... I couldn't really <i>not</i> obey his orders when he'd tell me to..."\n\nShe turns her head away a little bit. You've never exactly heard of werewolves being renowned actors, and you're fairly certain it would be hard to fake the pain in her voice anyway. You take a deep breath, then nod.\n\n"Alright. Tell me what you can about him, and I'll take him down."\n\n"Wait," she says, shaking her head. "I've learned to fight his control now, he can't force me to obey him anymore. If you want to defeat him, and survive the attempt, you'll need my help. The only reason I fled instead of fighting is that I knew I couldn't take him down on my own. If we work together, though...!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Seems unlikely.|JaceWar1x5]]\n\n[[Never in a million years.|JaceWar]]

"Not five minutes ago you were desperately trying to talk me out of shooting you. Now you're expecting me to trust you? And to trust you not to tear my throat open in the night?" You bare your teeth a bit, pressing towards her a little with the rifle. "Are you <i>insane</i>?"\n\n"Look, you hate monsters, that's pretty clear," the werewolf replies, scowling. "But if you hate them that much and you hunt them, you must know about them. Werewolves are perfectly capable of living without hurting anybody... if we don't lose control, we're only as good or evil as <i>people</i> are. But vampires have to drink blood right from humans, they have to hurt people to survive. They're literal soulless monsters. If you accept my help, we can destroy him and all his servants, and you can live to monster-slay again. Without my help, you'll die. At best."\n\n"He's a known evil factor. You only <i>suspect</i> I could turn on you," she continues, her tone now utterly reasonable. "Logic says that you should accept my help, at least until the obvious and worse bad guy is dead."\n\nWhich, you have to admit, is pretty good logic. You've killed plenty of vampires in your time, but just the street-level bloodsuckers. You've heard from other hunters that the old masters are a whole different thing, like comparing a chicken to a velociraptor. If you thought you could take him, you'd do it, but you have to admit that you'd sort of like to survive the encounter. A big, fast ally who knows a lot of essential information could definitely make the difference.\n\n"Fine. We're allies. For now." You slowly lower the rifle to point at the ground. "But don't think for a moment I don't have my eye on you. If it looks like you're going to attack me or anyone innocent, I'll put you down before you even hear the gunshot."\n\n"Fair enough."\n\n"Can you... I mean, can you do something about... that?" you finally mutter, gesturing with your free hand up and down at her.\n\nShe glances down at herself, then shudders all over. Shrinking surprisingly fast, the fur disappears to be replaced by smooth, light skin and short, tousled red hair. She's only about 5'4" in human form, not quite as toned as her wolf form but without much fat on her. Her breasts are smaller too... well, obviously, but you'd guess about a C-cup now. You find yourself staring into your blue eyes... did you ever even look her in the eye, when she was in that other form?... and clear your throat before glancing away when you see her grinning.\n\n"I assumed you meant the wolf thing. Not a lot I can do about being naked."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|JaceWar1x6]]

A werewolf in this part of the world does seem fairly unusual. It could be an implication of something deeper at work here. You head back to base, checking over your defenses before beginning to prepare your gear for the night.\n\nYour own personal innovations and help from various others like you has let you develop fairly advanced weaponry. Generally at the core of it somewhere is a normal automatic or semiautomatic weapon, purchased by mundane means or off the black market. Often the after-market addons are simply things to make it shoot the exotic ammo or be more durable against certain attacks. (And, well, okay, you maybe might have designed some of the casings so that they look cool. You're bitter, not made of stone.)\n\nSilver bullets aren't as easy to make as most people think. So you have to settle for the next best thing, usually including silver shards inside hollowpoints or shotgun shells. You have a set of the real thing too, but you load them into a snub-nosed revolver as a backup weapon... they'll be almost sure to work, but they're simply terrible bullets, you probably won't use it unless you're firing from a distance measured in inches. Once you've satisfied yourself that your rifle, shotgun, pistol, and other equipment are lined up and in top condition, you settle down for a few hours of nightmare-riddled sleep.\n\nSeveral hours later you're running through the Mexican jungle, your teeth bared and the rifle raised and ready to be fired again. How can something seven feet tall be so <i>fast</i>? Of course it's a stupid question, you've seen bigger things move faster, but you've found that certain expectations garnered in the first ten years of life just tend to stick with you. Thinking you spot a hunched silhouette, you pause long enough to fire off a short burst, but hear nothing but the gun's reports. Dammit, missed again!\n\nCareful now, you stalk forward, your advanced night vision glasses outlining the jungle in almost daylike clarity. You stop amidst some trees, trying to spot any sign of the creature's passing. Then a low voice, hard to pinpoint, growls, "Leave me alone."\n\n<hr>\n[[Reply, just for kicks.|JaceWar1x3]]\n\n[[Shoot at where you think the voice came from.|JaceWar]]

"Now why," you begin dryly, sweeping your rifle slowly back and forth as you try to place the speaker's location. "Would I want to do that?"\n\n"I just want to be left alone. I'm not hurting anybody," the voice replies. It's low and hoarse, as if the speaker were dehydrated. Honestly the air's so thick and moist out here you wonder why they don't just breathe in to take a drink. "What did I do to you that you're trying to kill me?"\n\n"Not hurting anybody?" You snort derisively, feeling your lip curl. "You expect me to believe that?"\n\n"Yes!" the voice snarls back, and you whip around to face where you think it came from, only to hear a faint shuffle of greenery. "Aren't I trying to talk to you? Didn't I run instead of fighting back? Are those the sort of things a violent monster does?"\n\n"Sometimes. When the monster's afraid," you reply coldly, narrowing your eyes and slowly turning to face the opposite direction. "You're going to tell me you never hurt anybody?"\n\nThere's enough of a silence that it's obvious that gives the werewolf pause, and you snort again. "That's what I thought."\n\n"I never <i>wanted</i> to hurt <i>anyone</i>!" it snaps, and the obvious pain in its voice actually gives you pause. \n\nBut hesitation is what gets monster hunters killed, so you steel your resolve. "Because you couldn't control your impulses. Because you're a mon-"\n\n"<i>No</i>!"\n\nYou jerk around a bit, the word so emphatic that you at first think you've angered the wolf into attacking you. But there's just silence again for a moment before it speaks again.\n\n"No. I've never lost myself to the animal. When I say I was forced to... it's because I've been under the control of someone more powerful than me. I finally broke away because I didn't <i>want</i> to hurt anyone anymore! I just want to be free, that's all!"\n\nYour mind is racing. It's hard to deny the sincerity in that voice. Everything you've learned over the last ten years tells you that you can never trust any nonhuman, they're all vicious murderers in one way or another. But the basic human part of you is responding to those words, despite it all. You've been captured by the enemy briefly before, and you would have done anything to get free. Wouldn't others feel the same...? Setting your jaw, you decide on your answer.\n\n<hr>\n[[Come out and talk.|JaceWar1x4]]\n\n[[Trade freedom for information.|JaceWar]]\n\n[[No deal.|JaceWar]]

Eh, why not, you should at least take a look inside this place once since you've been passing it by with mild curiosity for years now. You stroll on over towards the store, transitioning gradually from the mall's Classic Mild Inoffensive Rock to pop-rock female vocals that... well, you're not sure if "lesbian aesthetic" is an actual music genre but you're not quite sure how else to describe it. The clothes on the racks are pretty much about what you'd expected from the posters... lots of distressed jeans and faux-cutoffs, fitted T's with perfect places for wrinkles, and to your complete lack of surprise there's a section of flannel shirts even in the middle of summer. You almost feel bad for the bit of a stereotype you had in your head being so accurate.\n\n"Hi! Welcome to The Shed!"\n\nYou refocus, turning towards the obvious employee who's stepped over to greet you. She looks like she might be a few years older than you, lightly fit and with golden brown skin, dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. The staff here are obviously encouraged to dress from the store, since she's wearing a snug pink tank with broad shoulder straps, a blue flannel shirt tied around her waist, and snug, tight cutoffs, and workboots. You have to admit she's got an impressive blend of feminine and masculine going on... you'd almost be envious of her obvious ability to switch between 'butch' and 'femme' if you were more concerned about that sort of thing.\n\n"Looking for anything today?" she asks cheerfully.\n\n"Just taking a look around," you answer, glancing away at some of the racks in demonstration.\n\n"If I can help you with anything, let me know! Ah, since it seems like your first time in here, let me just mention a few things. We have a wide assortment of [[novelty T-shirts|GGGF]], since that seems like something you'd be into," she adds, grinning and giving you a rather dashing wink that you have to admit makes you blush just a tiny bit. "If you're interested in a bit more of a makeover, [[I can help you pick out some clothes|GGGF]], or we also have an actual [[makeover|GGGF]] station where I can do your makeup. Oh yeah, since it's summer, we actually have a twenty dollar '[[Summer Girlfriend Special|GGGF1x1]]' going on, it's a ton of value for the money," she adds.\n\nHuh, you somehow didn't expect someone to just out-and-out say "girlfriend" like that, you sort of figured that was one of those things that was supposed to be Super Implied But Not Stated. But you're in now and it feels a bit rude to just leave... ... especially since you don't want her to think it was that last thing that drove you out since it's not. You suppose you should stay and look around, or maybe at least listen to her advice on how to dress. (It's not like you really dislike the look, after all.)

It's way too hot for your long black coat, but you suffer through it anyway. You never go around unarmed, even at noon, and if you go armed you generally go armed enough that you need the coat to hide it all. You rub the top of your head, pondering whether you should get a hat, and head into the bar.\n\nThere are times when you have to make allowances for different cultures, but seeking out monsters to kill has certain basics when you're looking for leads. Look for the bars where the lower class workers with jobs go. Find the guys that work at night. Find out if they've heard anything spooky. Those three things form the foundation of pretty much every attempt to find a lead from scratch.\n\nIt takes you awhile, but you've had plenty of practice at this, and soon you wind up sitting at a table in the corner with two men who look like they're sweating from more than the heat. They have that nervous, fidgety look of people desperate to talk about what they've heard and seen, but similarly are desperately afraid they won't be believed. More than that, <i>they</i> wish they could go back to not believing. You know the feeling.\n\n"I'm telling you, there is a <b>wolf howling</b> out in the jungles!" one of them finally hisses, voicing what he would only murmur under his breath before. "There have't been wolves in these lands for a hundred years! And yet you can't mistake it for anything but!"\n\n"Shit on your howling! If there's howling, it's because <b>the chupacabra</b> has returned to these lands!" the other man snaps back, slamming his shot glass down on the table. "My boss's sheep have been mauled three nights running! And last night I actually saw the beast's glowing red eyes lurking near the pens as I watched! I'm lucky I'm not dead!"\n\nYou ponder both mens' words as you leave enough pesos on the table to pay for their drinks three times over, before standing up and heading out of the bar. Werewolves would be pretty unusual for Mexico, but a lot of the more "classic" monsters are global... they go wherever modern people can go. The chupacabra, on the other hand, is a known local beast, though you've never personally faced one. As you head back to the abandoned home you've set up your temporary headquarters in to get a few hours' sleep, you decide to investigate...\n\n<hr>\n[[... the wolf howls.|JaceWar1x2]]\n\n[[... the chupacabra.|JaceChupaStart]]

Yeah... yeah, you deserve a treat. Maybe it'll help you unwind. Maybe it'll help you relax. Heck maybe that's all you need to solve this whole stupid issue, some stress relief. Yeah. Yeah, another cookie will help, yeah.\n\nYou make your way down the streets half in a daze, your body seeming to know precisely where you're going despite your distracted thoughts and sort of fuzzy memories of where the shop where you bought the cookie is. You feel a strange sensation as the sign reading 'Tandy's Candy' comes into view... a mingling of recognition, trepidation, and even slight arousal. It leaves you standing there blinking at the sign for a few seconds, before you walk inside and make a beeline for the front where the glass display counters are.\n\n"Oh my, hello again!" The well-endowed blonde behind the counter beams at you, apparently remembering you even though your own memories of her are a bit fogged. And yet you feel this is someone you should listen to, drawing closer as she says. "Let me guess, you came for another cookie? Well, -"\n\nShe continues on to say something else, but it's like there's a burst of static in your head... not audibly, as if there were a literal old TV crackling away between your ears, but that same sense of everything turning jumbled and to so much noise. You snap back to yourself with the feeling that time may have passed but you're not sure why... and are instantly distracted by the sensation of warm dampness soaking your panties, and then spreading through the denim of your jeans and down your thighs.\n\nYou somehow try to both blush and go pale at the same time as the sound of piss hitting denim and then starting to drip down onto the tile floor practically thunders in your ears. Your eyes sting, and you're somehow extra humiliated by the feel of warm wetness streaking down your cheeks as well. This is it, this is the thing you've been dreading for so long... it finally happened in public, you're standing there in the middle of a store as you wet yourself!\n\n"Oh deeeear," the blonde... you suddenly remember she's the owner, Tandy... says, putting her fingertips to her lips. "Oh you poor thing," she coos in a sympathetic tone as she rounds the counter, while you stand there trembling in shame and humiliation as a puddle forms around your feet.\n\n"I'm... I'm sorry," you choke out, fighting not to burst into sobs or just bolt right then.\n\n"These things happen," she says sweetly, reaching out to stroke your hair. "Poor thing. Been having this problem a lot lately? Well don't worry, I'll take you to someone that will get you fixed right up!"\n\nWith that she holds out a hand, clearly expecting you to take it. Feebly, somehow feeling you have no right to refuse, you put your hand in hers, allowing her to lead you back towards the front of the store. You wince some as she heads right out the front door, but again you can't bring yourself to refuse. It's so shameful, walking along with your urine-soaked jeans and panties rubbing against you, being led along by the hand like a child. You hope that it's not too terribly obvious that you peed yourself... you are wearing black jeans after all... but somehow you still imagine that everyone you pass must know and be laughing at you.\n\nTandy leads you about a block along, to a small residential district you didn't even know was there, tidy houses with old construction styles but seemingly kept up well. Up the walk of one of these the two of you go, with Tandy giving a knock on the door and flashing you a quick grin. A few seconds later, the door opens, revealing a woman dressed very much like she is, right down to including a witch's hat. Her dress, however, is a deep blue-purple in color, and the slit up the side of her dress is sufficient to show both her stockings, the garter straps attached to them, and the strap of her side-tie panties. She's got just as much cleavage on display, for sure. Her hair is brown and done in a long, thick braid that hangs almost to the floor, and she apparently just keeps her eyes shut as a matter of course. Smiling, she puts a hand to her cheek. "Oh, Tandy, hello! My my, is this her?"\n\n"Mm-hmm, this is the one, Monica!" Tandy chirps back, beaming and patting you on the head a bit like a puppy.\n\n'Huh? Did... did Tandy call ahead or something? I don't remember that,' you think in a bit of a daze, even as you stare at the floor and scuff a foot lightly.\n\n"Cyan, hm? Alright, leave your shoes and socks on the porch and then come in, dear, we'll get you all taken care of," Monica says gently, reaching out to take your hand from Tandy. Again feeling too embarrassed to say no, you toe off your sneakers and lean down to pull off your slightly damp socks, flushing in a fresh rush of shame as you do. You follow her inside, the little group stopping once Tandy has closed the door, leaving you to take a peek at the somehow extremely homey interior... it's hard to define what about the utterly normal-seeming interior makes you feel like it's such a family space, but the conclusion that this is a house run by a mother is somehow inescapable. Your eyes widen, however, as Monica moves in and briskly unbuttons and unzips your jeans, giving them and your panties a few quick tugs downward and baring your piss-damp pussy. "Let's get you out of these wet things, hm?" Monica coos, easing herself lower to start working the jeans down further.\n\nIt must be the shock, you tell yourself, that's why you're not resisting. Or, that's why you're participating, you think as you numbly pull your own legs out of your pants once Monica has them around your ankles. You stand there as she reaches in, hooking her fingers under the edge of your Halo Spartan T-shirt and running them back and forth. "Did your cute cartoon robot shirt get wet? No? Oh good, we'll just go ahead and leave that on," she continues cheerfully, pausing to produce a packet of baby wipes and rubbing her hands, before taking your hand again. You follow her a little robotically into the next room, where you jerk back a bit in realization. This... is a nursery?! It lacks a crib, but the baby-ish motif is obvious, as is the somewhat sized-up changing table set nearby. "Now, let's hop you up there and get you all changed!"\n\n<hr>\n[["O... kay."|GGCandy]]\n\n[["Wha... no way!"|GGCandy]]

"Don't you want to go back? To Earth, I mean?" you ask. "I think about it every day, how I want to go back. You must have been able to for a long time, so... why don't you?"\n\nConnors' finger stops in mid-click, her whole body going still. She's actually quiet for several moments... and when she speaks, her voice is surprisingly soft. "I wouldn't know how to exist anywhere but here anymore, LaChance."\n\nYou open and close your mouth a few times, not sure what to say to that. Finally you can only manage a "Why?"\n\nSlowly, she takes her hand away from the mouse and sits back again, though this time she doesn't turn to look at you, just at the wall. "... This does not leave this room," she says finally, the words coming out as if she were struggling a little to lift them.\n\n"... Yeah. Yeah, of course," you whisper.\n\n"... When I joined the Rangers, I knew it was the right choice, because I listened to that skill I honed. But it was also because part of me was scared to go back... to think of trying to figure out how to fit what I'd been through into that nice, normal everyday existence." She rocks her chair a little bit for a second before she continues. "Thinking about writing college applications with the experience of being the cargo of slaving space pirates just wasn't something I could wrap my head around. So, let's be honest... I joined the Rangers at least as much to run away from Earth and life there as anything else."\n\nHer thumb and forefinger rub together briefly, her head lowering a little to glance down at them. "I took the assignment here because it felt right. And maybe because I wanted to punish myself a little, because I knew that despite every brave thing I did as a Space Ranger, every person I rescued, every pirate I busted, the whole time I was really just running away. And the first five months I was here, I thought I'd certainly succeeded in punishing myself. I really wondered if I could take it, if I was going to crack and resign the way they all expected me to."\n\nShe takes a slow breath, lets it out, looks towards the blaster holstered at the side of her desk. "Then somewhere in month six, I started realizing that there was a different look in my eyes when I saw them in the mirror every morning. Couldn't figure out what it was at first, until I realized I'd stopped thinking about waking up in my bed on any of my postings in the Space corps. I'd stopped thinking of how I'd ever explain all of this to my parents, my brother, my friends. I was only thinking of here. What I was going to do tomorrow. Not long after, I realized that I really wasn't interested in trying to figure out how to fit this life back into my old one... because I couldn't. And because I couldn't, I wasn't interested in it anymore. This is what I do now. I get up. I run this bunker. I kill Fiends. And I do it because I stopped thinking about how I was going to deal with the memories of this place when I left... because I'm not leaving. Ever. And I'm telling you all this, Cyan..."\n\nShe turns her chair slowly, finally meeting your slightly teary gaze. "Because I've started to see the tiniest bit of that look in your eyes." She just looks at you for long moments, then says, her voice once more even and professional. "Six months. Was all I could do without it looking like blatant favoritism. Wish I could've done five." She turns her head a little, gaze shifting, as if suddenly no longer able to look you in the eye. "No... I could have... but I didn't. So in the end, it's on me, if..."\n\nConnors takes a long, deep breath, then lets it out before she looks at you again. "Keep home in mind. Keep what it means in mind. Because if you slip up... you'll find you're already there. ... Dismissed, Ensign."\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you whisper thickly, turning to walk out the door before the tears can escape. You're suddenly very, very afraid.\n\nMostly because there's a tiny, bright spark somewhere deep in your chest that you felt start to grow much warmer the moment she said that you had the same look in your eyes that she did.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGSR6axEnd]]

"That sounds like a good idea," you agree. You pause, then turn to Katalina. "Let's go to the village first, I can get you an inn room there and you'll be safe while Oriana and I investigate."\n\nKatalina instantly splutters indignantly. "How dare! You think you can just toss me in a room and keep me there while you go out and have an adventure?!" Ooooop, yeah maybe you should have seen that coming. But now her face is red, the color going all the way to the points of her ears as she continues snapping at you, "I'll have you know that you can't just dump me off whenever it's convenient to you! You're <i>my</i> bodyguard, and-!"\n\n"And the Princess of Aldamira has an obligation to her kingdom, doesn't she?" Oriana cuts in smoothly, her voice even and neutral.\n\nKatalina freezes mid-rant, mouth open and eyes going wide. The expression stays on her face as she turns to Oriana, then she starts stammering. "W-w-w-w-what exactly are you talking about, I, I, I...!"\n\n"You, you, you are a blonde half-elf in noble-quality clothing roughly 200 miles from a known dragon's lair, and that is the Blade of Aldamira on your belt," Oriana replies placidly, expression never shifting. "You are, very and extremely obviously, Princess Katalina Pearcider, third daughter of King Morgan Pearcider."\n\nKatalina opens and closes her mouth a few times, before hanging her head, tears streaming down her face. "Uuuuu... I thought I could blend in..." Since she paints such a pathetic picture, you can't help but reach over and rub the sniffling princess's head a bit.\n\nApparently even Oriana relents, as she finally adds, "Admittedly, it would not likely be so obvious to anyone who did not have a classical High Elven education and was also versed in local events of the Aldamiran kingdom. The Blade of Aldamira is not exactly easily recognizable on sight, as it has been lost for over 1000 years." She turns her gaze to you and adds, "I think it should be alright. One of the Blade of Aldamira's abilities... one accessible even by someone with no training, no skill, and no talent..." She adds, with Katalina reeling repeatedly out of the corner of your eye. "Is that it can teleport the wielder up to 200 miles to relative safety. In an emergency, the Princess can simply remove herself to the town on her own."\n\nYou want to ask why, if it can do that, Katalina didn't teleport away from the plant monster, but bringing up that whole incident in front of someone new while Katalina still looks depressed seems like a bad idea. Besides, it'd make sense that it has at least a bit of a cooldown, and if Katalina stumbled right into that monster's clearing after she escaped the dragon, it was probably too soon. "Alright, Katalina, you can come, just make sure that if things are going badly, you do get yourself to safety, okay?"\n\n"Okay," Katalina almost whimpers, wiping a finger across her eyes.\n\n"This way," Oriana says, turning and making her way towards the shadowy area of the woods where the wolves fled.\n\n"So you're a mage?" you ask after a few minutes, since that seems a way to open conversation. You hope it's not the equivalent of 'So what's your sign?' in this world, even though you have only the vaguest notion of what that even means.\n\n"Yes," Oriana answers evenly enough. "I am a wizard. My father was also a wizard, but my mother was a druid. I've tried to do what I can to respect both sides of that lineage. Including being ever mindful of and in tune with the natural surroundings around me." She stops, frowning as she looks around. "For instance... it should not already be this dark this distance into the woods. The canopy above is not thick nor high enough to cut off that amount of light, of which there should still be several hours left. This darkness is... not natural."\n\n"What does that mean?" Katalina murmurs, hunching in a bit closer to you as the three of you walk along.\n\n"I am not sure. It is... an outside influence, for certain, but I do not think its source is necessarily in this forest," Oriana answers slowly. Then she stops, and tilts her staff slightly, whispering, "Look there."\n\nYou and Katalina turn your heads, and the blonde immediately squeaks and lurches closer to your side. You can see a wolf moving through the shadows, yellow eyes almost glowing as it stares at you, even though it's moving further off.\n\n"There are a few more we can't see," Oriana whispers. "Judging by the tracks I'm reading and the directions they're moving, I think I know where their pack makes its home. That's where we need to go to see if there's any way for me to break this spell. ... It is, obviously, also the most dangerous place to go," she adds ruefully. She pauses, then looks at you. "You seem possessed of magic that I am not familiar with. Do you perhaps have a way that we might approach the wolves without them attacking?"\n\n"You have virtually anything that you could think of, Master," Mary whispers from in your coat collar. "Though I will say, be careful about messing with time. If you do that, only do it for brief periods!"\n\n"So? What are we going to do?" Katalina demands, frowning.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sneak in.|QOAW]]\n\n[[Stop time.|QOAW]]\n\n[[Just walk right in.|QOAW]]

<img src="images/Slam.png">\n\n"W-wha?" Dean's jaw seems to have gone a bit slack as he stares at the image of the massive ram-like anthro on your tablet screen. You were going Full Furry when you made it, and were pretty shameless about the nonstandard horns (the usual two but also one jutting up from between them somewhat like a unicorn's), the powerful muscles, the digigrade hooves, and of course the oversized ballsack hanging down beneath a thick, overstuffed sheath. Dean swallows, his face having gone rather red as he says, "Uh, he's very, he's very, he's very, he's... ... naked," he almost squeaks.\n\n"Well, y'know, I mostly spent the last little while doing touchups on the color and stuff, I didn't really have time to add his gear," you note, turning the pad around again and being visible about doing a bit more drawing, all nonchalant as if it was totally not a big deal. "Y'know, the Bracers of Armor, the earth breaker hammer, and so on."\n\n"Ah, so he's... he's got pants. Or something," Dean murmurs in obvious relief, diverting his eyes quickly to his screen.\n\n"Oh no. No no no," you answer, dramatically widening your eyes and doing your best to use a very serious tone, despite the fact that inside you is a little chibi Cyan rolling around on the floor gasping for breath amidst her laughter. "Absolutely not. In Slam's barbarian tribe, clothing is considered very dishonorable for warriors. Covering your body implies you're hiding some sort of weakness, or maybe hiding a dishonorable sort of weapon. No he definitely has to go as naked as possible all the time, or he'd lose his honor!" As Dean opens his mouth, you anticipate the protest and add, "After all, the Bracers of Armor provide an all-over protective forcefield, so it's not like he has to worry about discomfort if he rides a steed or bumps into anything."\n\n"That's... true... I guess," Dean murmurs, worrying his lower lip with his teeth. "Er... what race is he, exactly? You said 'beastman' but-"\n\n"Oh I just used the Minotaur stat block," you say breezily, cheerfully adding a bit more fur to Slam's ballsack. "It's mostly an aesthetic change that he looks more like a ram."\n\n"The-" That almost makes Dean choke again, but from the mildly surly look on his face he's realized he did in fact say that you could use whatever race you wanted. He briefly rubs at his forehead, before he sighs and says, "Um, well, I guess that's okay, I mean... there are lots of settings with monster race adventurers, and, um... odd customs... so I guess that's all fine," he says as you casually haul out your dice bag, briefly using it to cover your smirk and snickering. "Okay, um, you ready to start?"\n\n"Yeah, go ahead," you answer as you start plucking the dice you might need out and tumbling them onto the table beside your laptop.\n\n"Alright, so, you're um, you're heading down the road, I guess in search of adventure..." He pauses, perhaps waiting for any complaints about railroading. (You've had some rather contentious players before.) When none is forthcoming he continues. "Okay so you're heading down the road and you see someone ahead of you. It looks like another adventurer, probably, when she turns to face you and-"\n\n"Oh? Is she cute?" you ask, grinning as you prop your chin up in one hand.\n\n"... Uh." Dean blinks, blushing a little again, then rather obviously scrambling for his reference folder. A bit of clicking and scrolling later, he turns his laptop so you can see the screen. "I mean, let's say this is her, I guess."\n\n<img src="images/Miriam.jpg">\n\nYou're not terribly surprised that Dean picked out an image of a very pragmatic and "realistic" fighter character, the pretty black-haired young woman in the image covered head-to-toe in a combination of leather armor and attractive but unalluring clothing. You're well aware that under his shyness Dean has a pervy streak <i>almost</i> as big as yours, just that he's pretty narrow about acknowledging it with others, and definitely never during tabletopping. So yeah him going for what's probably some sort of cleric that looks like an actual holy warrior instead of a holy stripper isn't exactly surprising. Still, you make sure to grin big and coo, "Oooo, she <i>is</i> cute!"\n\nDean's ears go pink. You're not sure why he's never gotten used to you commenting on the attractiveness of female NPCs (or sometimes, if you know the other players are okay with it, female PCs). He just grins a bit when you do it with guys but the girls always throw him, sweet summer child. But he pushes on, clearing his throat. "So, ah, she sees you coming, and... well I guess she'd obviously look surprised, and maybe even shocked, but uh, she doesn't seem hostile or anything. As you get closer, she raises a hand and says, 'Hail and well met, traveler! I see by your equipment you must also be a fellow seeker of adventure, and by your form and-'" He pauses in speaking for the NPC, obviously not wanting to say 'nudity'. "'-and mode of dress that you must be of the beast tribes. I offer you peaceful greetings and news, if you would have it.'"\n\n<hr>\n[["I greet her back."|CyanDDD2x2]]\n\n[["I rape her."|CyanDDD]]

In the morning the trip resumes, and you don't notice any furtive glances or smirks in your direction that would indicate anyone realizes anything untoward happened. You blush occasionally thinking of it, but try to put it out of your mind. Just chalk it up as a one-off weird experience in this new magical land and be done with it. "Uh, so," you venture after awhile. "Where are we going?"\n\n"The city of Miabal," Bane answers cheerfully. "A massive commerce and trading hub, where all sorts of deals are handled. We're going there to look for profitable work, and hopefully work that will let us make a name for ourselves."\n\n"Sounds good," you agree. Typical adventuring hook, really, still, it does work for you. "How far is it?"\n\n"Several more days, at least, if we keep this pace," he answers with a glance over. You try to muffle your sour expression at that. Great, several more nights of dealing with this particular issue.\n\nEventually the sun starts to set, and a campsite is found for the night. "Ah, excellent," Bane chirps, observing a little copse off the main campsite, only partially out of sight of the camp. "And it's large enough for all... of its occupants," he amends, glancing guiltily at you.\n\nYou frown and fold your arms under your chest. Here we go again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Insist on being allowed in the camp.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Stay with the horses. Again.|GGCentaur2x3]]

"No, ma'am, not at all," you find yourself blurting out almost before you've really thought about it, leaving you to blush again. "I mean, I don't think I'll have any problems being beneath you. Er, underneath you. ... Under you," you finish lamely, sinking a bit further into the already low seat.\n\n"How good to know that you understand you're beneath me," Eve replies, that cool, professional voice having warmed noticeably now as she turns and makes her way over to a set of storage drawers set in one wall. She slides one open and draws out an actual riding crop! ... No, it's more of a switch, it lacks the little leather spade at the tip. The material is dark and glossy, obviously some futuristic compsite that she demonstrates the bendiness of between her hands as she turns and slowly, deliberately walks back over to you. For long moments she just stands beside your chair, looking down at you, watching you slowly start to wriggle and squirm under her gaze. Finally, she says, "And you'll follow any order I give you. Without hesitation." \n\nThe tone of her voice makes it far more of a statement than a question.\n\n<hr>\n[[Of course.|GGMS2x8]]\n\n[[Not... any order!|GGMS]]

You heave a sigh, then nod. "Fine, fine. I'll stay out here. With the horses."\n\n"I'll bring you dinner by in a bit, my dear, of course." Looking mildly ashamed of himself, Bane goes scurrying back to help the others while you stand next to the line of stallions, arms folded under your chest grumpily.\n\nBane does eventually return with a plate piled particularly high with sausages and seasoned potatoes, an obvious guilt-sized serving if there ever was one. Still, it tastes so good that you're almost willing to forgive him and maybe stay with the horses from now on, if it means getting this much dinner. Eventually, all of them save Shae turn in, the rogue facing away from you, apparently feeling that if anything comes from your direction, you'll alert them. You shift in place, hooves digging up the ground a bit, not sure how to get comfortable out here. Eventually more from boredom than anything else, you drift off, sleeping where you stand.\n\nYou're awoken by the feel of something thudding onto your back. You give a jolt and open your eyes, immediately twisting and looking behind you in surprise. It looks like Amana's midnight black stallion has managed to pull his reins free, and is now trying to mount you. "H-hey!" you hiss quietly, trying not to draw too much attention as you attempt to wiggle out from under him. "Get off of me! I'm not a horse, you idiot!"\n\nApparently he disagrees, and unfortunately your wiggle is just the movement he needs to slide forward completely, forelegs settling properly around your equine lower half and his hips driving forward. You gasp loudly, back arching as his massive equine cock plunges into your plump equine cunt, the flared head driving inside and spreading you open. You try to pull away again, but a shimmy and another thrust from him breaks your concentration, forcing you to muffle a moan as he slides a bit out of you and then shoves in even deeper. He starts thrusting rapidly now, driving forward, with only a few pumps pushing in all the way, his big black balls slapping against you. You grit your teeth and try to muffle yourself as the animal mounted on your back pounds away at you, making your tits bounce heavily under your chain shirt with the impact, the rings clinking quietly. The only thing more humiliating than being fucked by an animal would be to be caught being fucked by an animal... and the only thing more humiliating than <i>that</i> would be to get caught <i>enjoying</i> being fucked by an animal!\n\nAnd you definitely are, whether you want to or not. You may have a human mind, but it's clear there are some animal instincts to go with it, and your lower half can't tell the difference between a snorting, mindless beast of a horse and an erudite centaur when a big, equine cock is pounding away at it. You keep a hand pressed over your mouth, the other reaching out to brace against a tree as the horse pounds its cock into you, its animal snorting and grunting constantly reminding you that you're being bred by a nonsentient animal. Oh god, bred! Could a horse actually knock you up?! Almost as soon as you think it, the stallion gives a low whinny and thrusts forward, emptying its balls into you, a flood of potent animal semen gushing into your pussy, making your eyes roll up some as you cum, your horsepussy quivering around its mate of the moment's throbbing, gushing member.\n\nAfter a moment, the stallion pulls off of you, its half-limp prick falling free of your cunt with a gush of white. But almost before it's moved aside, Bane's chestnut horse is mounting up in its place. You barely have time to whisper a "No!" and try to pull away again before its first few clumsy thrusts are done and it finds its mark, its own cock thrusting into your already well-fucked horsepussy. You whimper low in your throat as the second horse starts fucking you just as eagerly as the first, no doubt venting months of backed-up lust without a mare, the flared head of its cock dragging the first stallion's cum out of you to dribble along your thick black pussylips, as it tries to be the one to sire its young on you instead.\n\nBy the time it cums in you, you're too tired from cumming repeatedly to fight back, and not surprised at all when Shae's dappled black and grey steed mounts up in place of Bane's. You just hang your head forward, trying to keep yourself muffled as you're fucked by a horse for the third time that night, your equine cunt puffy and slick, eagerly slurping at the flared head as the beast's balls slap against you again and again. It's like you've gone into heat, and the stallion certainly seems to agree, fucking you in a frenzy until it dumps a third load of animal jizz into your waiting hole. You pant heavily, actually lightheaded from the orgasms, before you realize something, your eyes widening in horror. Oh no.\n\nOh yes. Thurkar's Clydesdale thuds down on your back with a short, almost grunt-like whinny, rocking your entire body and making your tits bounce hard. It drives forward like a warcharge, a cock that feels almost twice as big as the others shoving forward into your pussy, actually stretching the otherwise roomy passage seemingly to its limit, rubbery black pussylips stretched around its dappled pink and black prick. Your eyes roll up in your head as it starts to fuck you, drool running down your chin from between gritted teeth and slightly parted lips as it rams its massive horsedick into you again and again, only your own quadruped stance keeping you in place as it beastfucks you fast and hard. Your tits are bouncing so much the chainmail actually gets worked up over them, baring the big, sweaty orbs and their rock-stiff nipples to the cold night air. \n\nWith another short whinny that sounds more like a man's grunt, the Clydesdale shoves forward, pumping what feels like about two gallons of horse jizz inside you, making you cum so hard you see flashing white lights and almost choke on trying to hold back your scream. By the time you've come back to your senses, the horse has pulled off of you and is standing nearby, cock still unsheathed but dangling limp below it, dribbling cum as it crops grass. You pant heavily, leaning against a tree and trying to collect yourself.\n\nOnce you've caught your breath, you try to figure out what now. Well, obviously, the first thing is that you pull your chainmail shirt back down over your tits. Next is that you gather up the reins of the horses and retie them, the stallions docile now that they've had their fun (bastards). You pause for a moment, glancing back towards the camp. Thurkar seems to be on watch now, but is just sitting there, same position and direction as Shae earlier. It doesn't look like he saw or noticed anything, good. Nor does he look up as you step off, giving the camp a wide birth as you head downstream from the rest and make your way into the flow of water. You won't quite be able to reach back there, but you manage to lower yourself down and let the water wash away the... visible... evidence of the night's activities. Dammit, Bane! This is your fault!\n\n<hr>\n[[Next morning...|GGCentaur2x2]]

You and Queen Tania relax easily on the throne, the fairy woman reading through one of the ancient, tiny books from her library. You let your mind wander as your hands roam over the sides of her heavily pregnant belly, until both of you have your attention brought ahead as the doors swing open. A handful of fairies are dragged in, several struggling and kicking in protest, others slack and eyes wide in shock and disbelief as they're hauled across the throne room by stoic-faced, golden-helmeted fairy guards. Six in all, it would seem.\n\n"This is an outrage!" one of the fairies, naked except for a somewhat ill-fitting loincloth that's barely clinging to her hips, shouts as she kicks her feet and strains against the iron grip of the guard urging her along.\n\n"I have made my decrees well known," Tania says as, despite her pregnancy, she elegantly rises to her feet from her position in your lap, your stiff cock sliding smoothly out of her ass. "Any being, whether they be fairy or otherwise, who enters into my domain is conscripted into the Fairy Guard Breeders. You were in my domain, were you not?"\n\n"My family of squirrels has been here for fifty generations!" the loinclothed fairy snaps back, revealing that likely until a handful of minutes ago, she was a male animal of the forest. "You can't just... just demand we have the fairy spell cast on all of us and report to be bred like livestock!"\n\n"M-my Queen," stammers one of the shocked-seeming fairies, who's wearing a delicate little outfit cut from green leaves that indicates she's always been a fairy, or at least was changed willingly. "We... we would never normally consider disobeying you, but... but those of us here, we're... we're fairysexuals, we just couldn't, please understand!"\n\n"I understand that all six of you have disobeyed me," Queen Tania says solemnly... before her lips curl in a smirk as more fairy guards step forward, ripping off any clothing the six are wearing, sending up more cries of shock and pleas for mercy. "But that will not be a problem much longer," she adds as she glances aside at the six guards moving forward to form a line, then proceeding towards the captives at an even, unyielding march in near-perfect unison, each one holding an identical copy of her own helmet in her hands.\n\n"No! You can't do this! I'm a male! I fuck fairies, I don't get fucked by them! Stop, stop! I'm not a girl, stop it, let me go!" the tan fairy shouts, kicking and thrashing, voice growing more desperate the closer the line of guards get.\n\n"Your majesty, please, mercy! I'm fairysexual, really I am! I don't like cock! I only like girls! I don't want to be knocked up, I just want to be with other girls, please, I-!"\n\nBoth of their shouts, and any noise from the others, cuts off as the helmets are lowered onto their heads. The already nipple-plated guards (loincloths have long since been done away with, even as little as they get in the way) step back, others releasing their grip on the six, who slump briefly... before straightening their backs and moving forward to stand shoulder-to-shoulder facing their queen, faces now stoic and eyes blank.\n\n"Mm, obedient, serious fairies. Who could ask for more?" Tania says with a happy sigh. Then she smirks wider as she snaps out a now familiar string of commands. "About face! Present! Become wet!" The six snap to, lesbian fairies and gender-swapped males obediently bending over and showing off their wet pussies for you, waiting for impregnation. Tania steps back, smiling indulgently at you. "My love."\n\n"Thank you, dear." You stand and move to one end of the line, sliding yourself into a dripping fairy pussy, as always amused by how a face that was only moments before contorted in either fear or anger is now so solemn and peaceful as you fuck its owner's cunt and prepare to knock them up.\n\n<b>King Consort</b> end - <i>Calling up the guard</i>

It's time to be honest with yourself. You've loved every moment of being raped by those big dumb beasts. They satisfy you and make you cum in a way you couldn't have even imagined before you were a centaur. You may as well stop pretending you don't want them to fuck your brains out every night, because you absolutely do. Heck, you hope it takes even longer to get to Miabal than Bane said it would, because you imagine being in a city is going to put a crimp in your opportunities for nightly horsefucking... at least temporarily.\n\nThe next morning you're in a chipper enough mood, which seems to cheer the rest of the party a bit. Of course, it's because you're anticipating the fun you're going to have that night. You repeatedly let yourself lag behind, watching the stallions' balls sway and bounce with their motions as they walk. It's probably lucky that you can't reach your pussy, because you'd be trying to finger it covertly all day if you could. As it is you still snatch several opportunities to slip your hands up under your chain shirt to squeeze and fondle your tits, biting your lips on your moans. You just can't wait for tonight!\n\nEventually the sun does indeed start to get low in the sky, and you pick out a particular campsite. "I don't know, this area for the steeds is almost completely out of sight of the camp, we won't be able to keep an eye on them," Bane points out, frowning.\n\n"Well, I'm going to be with them anyway, aren't I?" you point out, doing your best not to sound too jubilant about it. "I'll be able to watch them, since I don't need as much sleep as the rest of you anyway."\n\n"Ah. I suppose that makes sense." Bane seems too relieved that you've made your peace with being put with the horses to question you further, and pads off to begin setting up camp. You amuse yourself by wandering around the small enclosure provided by the trees, fondling the horses on their flanks and balls, leaning down to rub a bit at their sheaths, making sure they're good and excited for tonight. Your superior hearing gives you plenty of time to trot off to the side and look innocent by the time Bane brings your dinner, and if he notices that the horses seem more agitated than normal, he doesn't show it. He returns to the camp, and you return to your groping, giggling a bit to yourself in anticipation. \n\nYou squint through the trees as you watch everyone start to clamber into their tents, save Thurkar, who apparently has first watch tonight. Unable to wait anymore, you pull off your chain shirt and drape it over a tree branch, moaning softly as you start kneading your tits. You want to get started right away! Hm, on the other hand, being pretty nonhuman, Thurkar probably has the best hearing of the group other than you. Maybe you shouldn't push your luck, and wait for the second watch.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait.|GGCentaur5x1]]\n\n[[You can't wait!|GGCentaur2x5]]

It's about time the Bitch Twins suffered a little for their ways. You saunter on over, noting that as they spot you coming, they actually smooth out their snotty expressions, trying to look a little more approachable and neutral. Never did that before, that's kind of amusing. "Hey, Cyan," Alicia greets, toying a bit with the hem of her skirt as if she were just a bit bored.\n\n"Hey, what's up," Tricia adds, making a show of chewing her gum. They're both still being rude, clearly, but it's more incidentally than purposefully like they've been with you before.\n\n"Hi there girls," you answer in a cheerful enough tone. "So hey, just spotted that little incident just now."\n\nBoth of them give a simultaneous snort at that, the twins giving you identical smirks. "I know, <i>right</i>? That dumbass <i>totally</i> tripped over nothing!"\n\n"What a loser!" Tricia snickers, covering her glittery-lipsticked mouth with her hand.\n\n"Yeah, see, I didn't like that." The smiles instantly fall off their faces at that... in fact, is it your imagination, or do they go just a little pale. "So I've decided I'm going to punish you."\n\n"P-punish us?" Tricia murmurs, definitely looking a little afraid now. It's like they know you can make them do anything, even if they don't <b>know</b>. Some kind of survival instinct?\n\nAlicia laughs nervously, obviously trying to brush it all off. "Yeah, right, like... punish us, whatever. I mean, what are you talking about, community service or something?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, they'll service the community.|GGHH]]\n\n[[They'll learn some empathy.|GGHH20x2]]\n\n[[They'll be outed as bitches.|GGHH]]\n

"I just don't get it, man. I'm sorry, but I don't."\n\nYou glance nervously at Cody, probably your best friend in the world. The redhead's green eyes are fixed on you with obvious concern as he leans on the counter, watching you slice onions for homemade Black Angus hamburgers. "Um. What?"\n\n"Letting Kristov move in here, spending so much time with him. I mean, I know he's kind of in our circle of friends, but you've been spending all this time with him now, and now he's moved in here, you're doing all his cooking for him, cleaning up after him, taking him out everywhere, paying his bills." Cody frowns a bit more. "And he kinda treats you like crap, man. Exactly what's going on?"\n\n"..." You bite your lower lip, trying to think of an answer, when Kristov himself slips into the room, genially throwing an arm around your shoulders.\n\n"The deal is that Buddy knows exactly where he and I stand. We fit into a nice little dynamic, don't we?" he says, grinning at you.\n\n"Y-yeah," you reply, doing your best not to blush... or get hard, instead focusing on turning to take care of the burgers.\n\n"Okay, if everything's cool," Cody says, sounding supremely unconvinced.\n\n"Here, it's not as if I'm going to dominate his time," Kristov continues, still all cheer as he turns and leans against the counter as well. "Halloween is in a few days, why don't you come to the little get-together here? It'll be a bit of a sausage party, admittedly, but it should still be fun. Just a bunch of single, well-off guys hanging out with something fun on television. And me, of course," he adds with a smirk. \n\n"Sure, I guess," Cody says slowly. "I could put together a costume if that's what sort of-"\n\n"Oh, no, wouldn't hear of you spending your own money!" Kristov interjects, holding up a hand. "In fact, Buddy has generously prepaid for costumes from a store around here. They'll be waiting at the party for everyone to put on."\n\n"Yeah?" Cody asks with a blink, leaning around to look at you again.\n\nYou swallow, then nod slowly. "Yeah... it's called Cosplay Casbah..."\n\n<b>Cosplay Casbah</b> end - <i>Kristov's Harem/Wallet</i>

You take down the Savage Species book, and feel an odd tug on your... well, self, if you had to put a word to it. You blink and look around, confused, then look at the book in your hand. Looks normal. Feels normal (now). Maybe you're just hungry or something. Oh well, after you find a lead on a game idea you'll go grab some pizza or something.\n\nYou flip through the book, glimpsing several promising ideas for a monster character that you might want to look at more closely.\n\n<hr>\n[[Centaur.|GGCentaurStart]]\n\n[[Half-Dragon.|GGHDStart]]\n\n[[Tiefling.|GGTiefStart]]

"Man, I don't get it, Kristov. How the fuck did you get that Buddy fucker to let you move in here?"\n\nThe abuse you hear coming from the other room doesn't really bother you. You're certainly used to it by now. If anything it excites you, as does the knowledge that a bunch of guys you either don't know or don't like sit in your game room, smoking it up with cigars and cigarettes, getting crumbs on your expensive poker table. No, you busy yourself with getting the tray ready.\n\n"Let's just say I put him in his place. Speaking of which, hey!" Kristov calls, voice annoyed. "Get in here with the snacks, cunt!"\n\n"Yessir!" you call dutifully, hefting the tray of beer mugs and snacks and hurrying into the game room with it, moving with a slutty stride forced on you by the corset and high heels. All eyes turn to look at you as you come in, roaming over the tiny little maid's uniform, the collar at your neck, the immense, blatantly fake looking tits jutting from your chest, your molded hips and ass, and legs sheathed in fishnets. One of them is staring at your over-collagened lips when he starts.\n\n"Holy shit! Is that-?!"\n\n"That's the serving cunt," Kritov grunts, though his eyes are glittering with satisfaction. He grips your ass and squeezes as you set his drink down first, before sashaying to serve everybody, making sure to leave your half-bared boobs towards their faces. "My property, but I'm a generous man. Davos, why don't you have her show you a good time?"\n\n"Er... I..." Davos has obviously recognized you as well, but after a moment he nods. "Yeah. Okay."\n\n"Cunt, get to work."\n\n"Yessir," you answer obediently, settling to hands and knees and crawling under the table, your limp, hormone-shriveled cock wobbling a little beneath the tiny skirt of the maid uniform. You crawl between the man's legs and unzip them, pausing to tug down the front of the dress. Your new tits are just as big as the ones you had the night you first realized you were Kristov's property, though they have the stiff, bulging look typically referred to as 'bolted on'. Kristov apparently wanted them like that, to help remind you what a literal toy you were. Pressing the silicone globes around Davos's cock, you lean your head down to wrap your thick, sex doll-like lips around the head of his prick and start sucking without hesitation.\n\n"H-holy shit, he's.... she's..." Davos moans.\n\n"'It' works," Kristov assures in a blase tone.\n\n"F-fuck, its mouth is fantastic... Kristov, how...?"\n\n"Just gotta know how to put a cunt in their place. Call."\n\n<b>Cosplay Casbah</b> end - <i>Kristov's Little-Dicked Sextoy</i>

"W-whaaaat?!" Happosai yowls, clearly scandalized. \n\n"You know you won't be able to resist this big, fat cock of mine," you declare, smirking sensually as you lean your hips forward, tits pressed up and together as you reach around and below them to start stroking your cock with both hands, angling it towards him. "This fat futa fuckstick is something you won't be able to pass up."\n\n"You're insane," the little old Tanuki snorts. "You know I'm a ladies-only sort of guy!"\n\n"Oh, but this is a girlcock, isn't it?" you reply, smirking and giving your hips a shake, making your tits... and your balls... jiggle back and forth. That certainly does seem to have given him pause, leaving him staring as you continue. "Look how smooth and feminine the skin is, how perfectly hairless and creamy my balls are. It's so big and powerful, but it's girly too, hmmm? Doesn't it go perfectly with these huge tits of mine? Plus... plus there's one other thing..."\n\n"What... is that?" Happosai asks, swallowing. You can see that he looks nervous, you're clearly starting to get to him, and with a wicked smirk you seal the deal.\n\n"Those virgin pussies must have felt nice and tight around that big, fat, Tanuki prick of yours. Mine, Kasumi's, Nabiki's, Akane's. I'm sure after you'd fucked them and turned us into cumballoons, you eventually would've moved on to our tight little assholes next." From the way his cock twitches, you can see you've guessed it. Giggling sensually, you start slowly sliding your hands up the length of your cock. "But I bet two Tanukis rubbing their cocks together would feel way better than just fucking a human girl. Plus... you'll never find a tighter hole..." You use your fingers to gently part the opening in the tip of your prick, as if it were a pussy being offered up for an eager lover. "Than this one. ❤"\n\nHe lasts for just the barest moment more, before giving an almost shriek of "SWEETO!" and leaping forward. You cry out loudly and jubilantly as he thrusts his cock right into your own, his momentum and Tanuki strength driving him in, bulging your own shaft up even thicker with the outline of his. Shameless now, he grabs hold of your prick with his hands and feet, starting to pump into it, the bulge marking him getting almost all the way down as his balls swing up to slap the underside of your shaft. "Nnnnh, oh Ranma, you were right! Fucking another Tanuki's cock is so much better than using a human girl's pussy!" he groans, his eyes rolling and his tongue lolling out in his own distorted version of an ahegao.\n\n"Mmf, fuck, yes, that's it, fuck my cockpussy, you little old pervert!" you cry out, fondling your own tits and letting your tongue drape out some as you look down at him. But your smug grin doesn't fade as he's fallen into your trap! And you'll spring it as soon as he gives you the magical injection you need to pull it off! Until then, you get to enjoy the feeling of being stretched, of the intense pleasure-amplification of two big, stiff magical fucksticks not just rubbing together, but one plunging into the other. You reach down to grab your cock again, stroking both yourself and Happosai off at the same time, caressing the bulge his prick makes in yours. "Come on, fuck that dick-cunt, you horny bastard! Give me a big load of cum!"\n\nHe's not too long about it either, and soon Happosai is squealing like a pig as he thrusts forward, his cock twitching and shuddering inside yours as he begins blasting his load down your prick. Your balls begin to swell as his own torrents of cum are added to that already stored in yours, steadily getting heavier and larger, swaying gently and shuddering as gallons of jizz are added to their reservoir. Your balls steadily sink down, past your knees, forcing your legs apart until your toes are barely on the ground, your overfilled sack actually supporting you. Smirking, you raise your fingers to your lips, feeling your balls positively glowing with magical energy. "Huhuhu... got you~."\n\n"W-wha?" Happosai stammers... then his eyes both go wide and role again as you clench the muscles of your dick, squeezing intensely all around his still-buried length. Resting your hands on your hips to display how you're not using them, you sneer at him as you continue to work those inner muscles, drawing his prick into yours fully up to the base. Then the hole begins to stretch, actually sucking inside his own dangling balls, showing the bulge of their outline in your prick. "No! Noooo!" Happosai wails as your prick swallows him up, stretching around his body, and quickly pulling him in, leaving him as nothing but a thick bulge passing steadily down your twitching, wobbling shaft. He disappears as he reaches the base of it, your huge balls briefly wobbling and shifting with his struggles, making you coo softly in pleasure at the feeling.\n\nBut gradually the shaking lessens, and then ceases. Rolling your shoulders, you concentrate, absorbing some of the excess, but leaving the cum that's made up of Happosai himself, your balls still down to your knees and keeping your thighs spread apart. Hmmmm... now what to do with hiiiim...\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep him as a souvenir.|FRanX21xEnd1]]\n\n[[Get rid of him.|FRanX21xEnd3]]\n\n[[Give him a second chance.|FRanX21xEnd5]]

You raise your hands even with your shoulders in a shrug, smiling enigmatically. "It is a mystery~!" Then you duck your head and bite down on her knuckles. \n\n"GYAH!" She immediately lets you go and hops back, more out of shock than pain you're pretty sure, Freia scrambling a bit off to the side to get out of the way. "You have a real sickness, you know! Just going around biting people and-!" She apparently notices when her ears appear, puffing out of the hair at the top of her head, this time followed almost instantly by her tail. Freia, behind her, actually covers her mouth with both hands, face going red and eyes obviously fixed on glasses girl's exposed rear due to the back of her skirt being raised.\n\nAnd then the front of her skirt raises.\n\n"Well that's new," you comment in amusement at the sight of the very large tent in the brown-haired girl's skirt. She looks down, her eyes widening behind her glasses as she stares at it, before reaching down and tugging the skirt... it's not even "up" at this point so much as "back" along the nearly horizontal pole it's draped over. She reveals about what might have been expected... a long, and actually quite thick, cock. Nothing feline about it, just a big fat dick with a pair of balls swinging free at the base of it due to her complete lack of panties.\n\n"W-what have you done to Ednya?! Oh that is really annyoying," Freia huffs, briefly distracted by her new verbal tic, before pointing dramatically at you and Ed(na, you're guessing) again. "You've not only turned her into a perverted catgirl, you've turned her into an <i>extra</i> perverted catgirl-nya!"\n\n"... Yes," Edna says slowly, gradually raising her head, face blank, even as her new cat ears give an apparently deliberate twitch. "I am now, apparently, an extra perverted catgirl. With a pornographic penis."\n\n"Er, Ednya?" Freia says, blinking. Then the other girl turns slowly to her, and the blonde visibly blanches and leans back a bit. Heck, you could see that eye-flash from here, you don't particularly blame her. "Um, Ednya, c-control yourself..."\n\n"I'm sorry, Freia, as you'll recall, catgirls are shameless creatures and infamous sluts," Edna intones solemnly, raising her hands with fingers curled, giving them a slight 'c'mere' wiggle. "Self control is out of the question."\n\n"Nyeep!" Freia squeals, turning and trying to run without much thought for where she's going, since she's headed right into the 'U' formed by the tables. Edna almost literally pounces her from behind, knocking her forward against one of the tables. One hand forces the blonde forward over the table with an even louder "NYEEP!", her thrashing tail showing off her very nice ass and the white lace thong she's wearing to both you and her assailant.\n\n"My my, Freia, these really aren't in line with your ideal dress code at all, they'll have to go," Edna declares solemnly as she grabs the little white panties with her free hand and gives a good, hard yank, ripping them to shreds.\n\n"N-nyaaaaa! Y-you're one to talk, not wearing any-nya!" Freia blurts back even as she squirms and bucks in her attempts to free herself, apparently even now unable to yield an inch as far as her moral superiority goes. She looks over her shoulder, spluttering out, "Y-you weren't wearing any at nyall! And you wound up with nothing to hold in that big lewd cOOOOOCKNYA!" Her eyes go wide as, without any hesitation, Edna stuffs the entirety of that big, fat, lewd cock into the blonde pussy's pussy.\n\n'Good thing she's a slutty catgirl and was already wet from getting bent over a table,' you think smugly, your enhanced hearing picking up the wet squishing noises of arousal being forced out of Freia's thoroughly full pussy as Edna grabs her hips and begins pounding her for all she's worth. Amusingly, the bespectacled girl still has a solemn, serious expression on her face, even reaching up to use a finger to nudge up her glasses. Although at least when she speaks, her voice has taken on a breathy quality that shows she's definitely not unaffected.\n\n"Ahhhh... Freia, Freia's pussy feels so good around me," she murmurs, calm but still closing her eyes briefly and leaning her head back, apparently savoring the feeling of the other squirming catgirl's cunt around her pumping prick. Then she looks down at Freia again, eyes half-lidded as she squeezes one of the tall girl's asscheeks before giving it a smack, earning a loud 'NYA!' in response. "Ah, your naughty pussy squeezes around me when I spank your ass, Freia, you really are slutty after all."\n\n"I'm nyoooot, I'm nyooooot!" Freia protests, even though her tail is lashing around excitedly and there's little spurts of girlhoney every time Edna thrusts in, more of it dribbling down her thighs and over the other girl's balls. You edge around a bit to the side so that you can see her face, all flushed and lips parted (showing off her rather cute new little fangs) as she tries to look over her shoulder. "Ednyaaa, stoppiiiit, it's, it's lewwwd-nya!"\n\n"Ah, yes, it's very lewd, Freia, it's so lewd," Edna declares with breathless, yet even satisfaction. "Raping you feels just as lewd and good as I always imagined it would, this fat cock stretching out your naughty, slutty little cunt is what I've dreamed of, and now thanks to the shameless, slutty nature of catgirls, I'm going to breed you like the slutty stray cat you are."\n\n"W-wait, nyo, doNYEEEEK!" This last is as Edna shifts one of her hands from gripping Freia's hip to gripping the base of her tail, the blonde's eyes immediately rolling up and her tongue lolling out. "N-nyaaaa, nyaaaaa, cumming-nyaaaaa, I'm cumming-nyaaaaa, my hips are moving on their owwwwnya!" she wails, indeed shaking her ass towards Edna's thrusts in a particularly whorish pattern, her captive tail twitching back and forth.\n\nWell! This little anime-ish scenario of you being called into the student council seems to have gone Full Hentai. Not exactly what you expected, but you can't deny the sense of smug satisfaction it gives you. Now to...\n\n<hr>\n[[Enjoy the show.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Join the fun.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Head home.|RunFF]]\n\n

All the frustration, all the upset, all the torment of the day melts away for just one glorious moment at the absolute shriek Freia gives as your teeth sink into the side of her hand. It's just a quick bite, a dart of your head and a press down and back, but it definitely looks like you broke skin from the brief flash of red as she yanks her hand back and cradles it with her other one, twisting away from you with wide, frightened eyes. The short-haired girl is staring with her mouth slightly agape, expression saying that she mostly hasn't acted because she's caught between wanting to rush to comfort Freia or rush to violently murder you.\n\n"Y-you, you, you, how dare you!" Freia splutters wrathfully, her eyes flashing as she (apparently not having learned her lesson) points at you, jabbing her finger repeatedly. "I <i>will</i> have you expelled now, you odious, awful, perverted, <i>violent</i> menace!" she continues to rage, your elation short-lived as your heart plummets. "This is assault! This is violation! This is treason, nya!" she declares vehemently as a pair of pretty white ears pop out from atop her head.\n\nIf possible, the other girl's jaw sags open even more. You don't blame her, yours is too. Both of you are staring at Freia... or rather, the top of her head... as she strikes a pose with her hands on her hips, glaring imperiously at you and apparently not noticing in the least as a long white tail fwips out from under her skirt and starts flicking back and forth (most likely displaying her panties just like you displayed yours).\n\n"Yes, I thought that might finally impress upon you the severity of this situation, nya! This school is like a nation, and as one of your elected officials, to assault me is treasonyous! I'll see you hanged-nya for this!" Apparently delighted at the thought, she throws back her head, the backs of her fingers over her mouth as she belts out a "NYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOHOHOHOHOHO!"\n\nThen she pauses, still in the pose. Her ears twitch, as does her tail. "... Nyo?" she says questioningly, blinking a few times at the ceiling. Then she looks down, spotting her tail as she flicks it around. "Nya?!" She reaches up atop her head, fingers shaking as they approach, and then touch, her ears. "NYAAAAAAAAAAAAA?! What did you do to me, nya?!"\n\nGlasses-girl finally springs into action, actually leaping athletically over one of the tables (and in the process flashing her bare pussy at you) before zipping forward and grabbing the collar of your blouse, lifting you up onto tiptoe by it. "What have you done to Freia, you villain?!"\n\n<hr>\n[["I, I don't know!"|RunFF]]\n\n[[... Chomp. ❤️|RunFF6x11]]

"Y'know, it kinda annoys me that whoever those fuddy-duddies are, they wanted to spoil our fun," you say with a slow grin, standing up. "I say we go show them just <i>why</i> we were making so much noise."\n\n"They definitely won't be complaining after that," Jenna agrees with a giggle, standing up as well.\n\n"Here's my keycard," Rosa announces, holding up the white plastic rectangle with 'MC' written on it in marker. "We can walk right in."\n\n"Well, what are we waiting for?" you say with a laugh, heading for the door.\n\n<hr>\n\n<i>Hello, player! It's your devious writer Skooma here. Because I love you, I have decided to provide two versions of the following scene. The differences didn't seem quite branchpoint worthy, but we all love choices, don't we? So pick your poison, do you want the following scenes to feature hot man-lovin' in addition to the het and les stuff? They'll join back up to the same result either way after, which usually doesn't happen, but there you go.</i>\n\n[[Let it be as mainstream hetero porn intended.|WBrit3x4a]]\n\n[[I want to see balls touching!|WBrit3x4b]]

You break the kiss and grin up at Jenna. "I like the way you think."\n\nRosa looks over her shoulder at Jenna and says, her accent now carrying a constant hint of a purr, "A boy named Phillip is on room service duty for this floor today. If you ordered something, he'd be the one to get sent up for sure."\n\nYour stomach growls, and you snicker. "Good thinking, we need two things, cock <i>and</i> room service. Though Phillip sounds delicious too. I'll order," you add, sliding your tail out of your newest get's pussy, Jenna reclaiming her own tail as she sits back.\n\n"I'll go hide my cart and call in sick, so no one comes looking," Rosa says eagerly, scrambling off of the bed and flouncing back out into the hall, still completely naked.\n\nJenna goes to leave the door slightly propped open while you place the order, before the three of you retire back to the bed and form a daisy chain, spending some time licking one another's eager pussy pussies. But eventually you pull away as the estimated delivery time draws close. The smell of a male and food would have warned you anyway, and the three of you take your places before there's a knock at the door. "Room service."\n\n"Bring it on in, please, door's open!" you call cheerfully, lingering where he'll have to be almost all the way out of the hallway before he can see you. There's the sound of an overloaded cart trundling down the hallway as Phillip pushes the cart in. Rosa was right, he's pretty cute if not big and muscular like you usually like your guys... but again, you're betting that will change. Light tan-bronze skin, black hair drawn back in a ponytail, his dark eyes focused on the ticket.\n\n"Ma'am, I have your... um, twelve T-bone steaks, all done..." He looks up, and his eyes widen as they lock on the sight of you standing there in all seven feet of naked, tiger-striped glory, grinning at him as your tail lashes. "... rare?"\n\nThis time it's Jenna and Rosa that do the pouncing, both of them giving whoops of laughter as they grab him and throw him onto the bed. Jenna plasters her tits against his face as she holds him down, giggling and rubbing them around, practically making his head disappear under the white furry mouns. Rosa giggles as she shreds his pants with her claws, starting to drag her tongue along the shaft of his limp cock. You observe that it's already plenty big even limp with a pleased eye as you take the lid off of one of the steak plates and grab the T-bone with both hands, lifting it up and taking a quick bite, your teath cutting through it like knives.\n\n"Blegh!"\n\n"What's wrong, sis?" Jenna asks, glancing up from where she's still tormenting the wriggling, struggling Phillip by putting him in marshmallow hell.\n\n"Overcooked," you say with a sigh, even as you take another hearty bite of the steak. "Guess ordering it 'blue' would have been better. Hey, don't go stealing that for yourself," you add as Rosa drags her tongue up the full length of Phillip's now mostly-hard shaft. "Me first."\n\n"Awwwww," both weretiger girls complain, before Rosa adds, "How come?"\n\n"Because I'm the alpha tiger, that's why!" you announce with a smirk, tearing a larger hunk off the steak with your teeth before gulping it down in a few bites.\n\n"I don't think tigers have a pack hierarchy like that, I'm pretty sure they're primarily solitary," Jenna points out, lifting up her tits long enough for Phillip to gasp in a deep breath, his face flushed and mouth surrounded by drool. Then he gives an 'mmmf!' as your sister reapplies them.\n\n"Fine then, because I'm the biggest, that's why," you assert, shaking the stripped bone of your first steak at them.\n\nBoth of them shrug, apparently unable to argue with that, before returning to their delighted torment of the poor room service boy, occasionally plucking more scraps of his clothes off while Jenna rubs her tits all over his upper body as well as his face, and Rosa continues to lavish attention on his cock and balls. She drags her slightly rough tongue all over both, occasionally kissing or sucking at either the firmer skin covering his raging hardon or the looser skin of his sack. \n\nWhatever shock or fear he might feel, clearly having two giggling, cooing catgirls lavishing attention on him isn't exactly turning Phillip off. By the time you finish your third steak and decide you're full enough for now (at least as far as food goes), his cock is actually trembling and moving with every beat of his heart, a steady stream of pre oozing from the tip. You have to admire the job the other two have done in getting him worked-up... you'd bet he might only be a bit over seven inches normally, but he's probably closer to nine and a half right now. You take a moment to wipe off your face with a napkin before tossing it aside, leaning down to kiss Rosa's cheek as you push her to the side and move up to straddle his thighs.\n\n"Sit up, sis, I wanna see his face when he goes in," you purr, Jenna obligingly straightening up. You smile wickedly down at Phillip's red face as he pants and stares at you with wide, half-crazed eyes. You scoot forward and slide your furry, dripping slit up and down the underside of his cock, urging a few whimpers from him, until you slide forward and give a little shimmy of your hips to get him angled upward. Leaning forward so that your tits dangle down over his head... and despite being smothered by Jenna's for quite awhile now he still stares in awe, which is a nice little ego-booster... you slide back onto him, smoothly taking his entire aching length. He moans aloud, his eyes closing and head pressing back against the bed, lips parted and body trembling as you sheath his cock inside you. You grin and flex internal muscles that are much stronger and more responsive than they used to be and listen to him cry out.\n\nJenna muffles him again though as she takes her turn to go on a face ride, straddling him and settling her own white-furred pussy over his mouth. From the way she starts purring and making pleased little noises in her throat, he apparently starts licking at her almost immediately. You grin and lean forward to kiss her, dueling tongues with your sister and fondling her big, soft tits as she returns the favor, both of you working your hips in different ways as she rides his tongue and you bounce on his dick. You feel him spurt inside you and moan into Jenna's mouth, especially when a few squeezes of your inner muscles insure that he doesn't go soft for even a second as you keep working atop him, a thick, churned mixture of jizz and female arousal starting to ooze out around where he's spreading you open.\n\nEventually Jenna breaks the kiss, cooing and moaning pleasantly for another moment before saying, "Should all of us...?"\n\n"Mm, no, I want to feel him grow inside me," you moan happily. "Rosa, you do it, baby, then you can have him next."\n\nRosa giggles, moving down to the end of the bed and leaning forward. She licks up the underside of one of Phillip's big toes, and you feel him shudder under you as he tries to process that strange and unexpected added sensation. She slips her lips over the toe as if she were sucking his cock, and then bites down enough to let her sharp teeth sink in. Phillip howl's into Jenna's pussy, squirming and writhing as the change begins, spreading out from his feet as they gain their own claws and layers of fur, legs lengthening and muscles growing. You can even feel his balls growing and swelling where your ass slaps against them before the change starts to his cock. You yowl in exultation as you start to feel him growing inside you, his cock swelling as it gains both length and girth, spreading you open wider and plunging into you deeper as you slam yourself down on it harder and faster.\n\nYou throw your head back, arching your back and letting your tits bounce furiously as you ride him for all you're worth, knowing that his hips can take it now from the way you felt them firm and grow between your thighs. You can tell when the change passes over his head and runs its course from the way Jenna starts squealing delightedly at the stronger, bigger tongue now working her cunt. You work yourself to several frantic, noisy orgasms before Phillip blows another load inside you, this one far more voluminous than the last.\n\nPanting, you roll off of him, Jenna rolling the other way after a moment. The transformed Phillip lays there panting and gasping for breath, now taller, broader, and much much more powerful-looking than before. His cock, still human-shaped save for the vestigial sheath of white fur around the very base of it, still juts up quivering into the air, now covered with a layer of thick, juicy wetness. Before he can move, the bed gives a creak and then a loud thump, all three of you yelping as it drops to hit the floor, becoming much lumpier as the frame gives up the ghost.\n\nYou and Jenna both laugh as you realize what happened, but Phillip and Rosa have other things on their mind. Either Phillip heard you earlier or he's finally giving vent to something he's wanted to do for awhile, because he grabs Rosa and hauls her onto the bed, the weretiger girl giving a yip, the steak she'd been holding flying through the air. He throws her onto the shambles of the bed and slams his cock into her from behind, starting to beastfuck her eagerly, gripping the base of her tail with one hand and kneading her round, stripey ass with the other. Rosa squeals and yowls eagerly, pressing her face into the pillows and jutting her hips up higher, tits pressed to the sheets as she's given the pounding she's apparently been wanting for awhile.\n\nYou exchange bemused grins with Jenna, then lay back, stroking your well-fucked, churned-up pussy with one hand as you watch. Jenna sighs, muttering something about having to wait her turn, then makes her way over to the food service cart to tear into her share of the steaks.\n\nPresently, once Phillip has finished with Rosa and given your sister her own long-awaited foot of untiring tigerman prick, you and the other two females lounge in pieces of furniture while the latest addition to fuzziness tears into one of the last three T-bones. "Hm, now what?" you ponder aloud.\n\nPhillip glances up, quickly swallowing the large piece of beef dangling half out of his mouth before he answers, his voice rich and just a little rumbling. "Well we'd better do something. When I was sent up I was asked to tell you that the family in the next room was complaining of the noise. After all of that I bet they called down again... I'm surprised the front desk hasn't already called up asking what's going down."\n\nYou snort. "For what I paid for this room I ought to be able to hold a rock concert if we want."\n\n"'Tiger Fuckers'," Jenna muses, sweeping her hands apart as she looks towards the ceiling. "Actually kind of a decent band name, really."\n\nYou snicker, then make a thoughtful noise as you consider. Still, Phillip's right. Their next step is either likely to be a polite phone call or, depending on how good a customer the family next door is, send a security guy up to ask you to check out. Not that you... especially the four of you... would have difficulty with a security guard now. Actually, that could probably wind up being a lot of fun. On the other hand, it could also wind up being a lot of trouble... they go looking into security guards that don't report in a lot faster than room service deliverers that don't report in. Probably best to take action instead.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave the hotel.|WBritplaceholder]]\n\n[[Do something about the complaining family.|WBrit3x3]]\n\n[[Try to take over the hotel.|WBritplaceholder]]

Smirking, you lift a finger to your lips in a 'shush' gesture, Jenna grinning wickedly back at you and nodding in agreement.\n\nThe maid, in her plain, unassuming grey uniform dress, walks into the room holding a stack of sheets. She drops them the moment she sees Jenna lolling on the bed on her side, tail lashing back and forth. "Hi!"\n\nMoving quickly from where you'd ducked into the open closet area, you snatch for the maid's wrists with superhuman speed, pulling them behind her back and holding them with one hand while your other hand claps over her mouth just in time to muffle her scream completely. "Just relax, we're not going to hurt you," you purr into her ear, pressing your breasts against the back of her neck and head, her black hair spilling over the white fur. "In fact, you're really going to like this, I promise."\n\nJenna rises from the bed and saunters over, her massive tits jiggling before she stops in front of the maid, yellow-green eyes flicking towards her nametag. "'Rosa'. That's pretty," she chirps cheerfully before extending her claws and carefully dragging them down the woman's front, the maid ceasing her struggles in fright as her dress and underwear are sliced to shreds all at once, a few more passes of Jenna's claws leaving her tan skin, light brown nipples, and the somewhat thick growth of black hair between her legs on display. She's a little pudgy and her breasts are a bit on the small side, but that won't last long.\n\n"You like girls, Rosa?" you ask, and feel her shake her head against your hand and give a plaintive 'mmf!' "Oh, that's okay, you will soon," you continue with a giggle as Jenna goes to her knees and leans in, pushing the maid's thighs apart and starting to apply her slightly feline tongue to the human girl's folds. Rosa gives a muffled cry of protest, trying to jerk and struggle in your arms, her thighs flexing as she tries to hold them. Of course, it's futile against weretiger strength, and after a few moments she slumps against your hold. Slowly her protests start to turn to moans against your fingers, her eyes closing and hips starting to twitch as Jenna continues to work her over.\n\nOnce her face is nice and flushed and the scent of her arousal is starting to fill your nose, you pull her away from Jenna and fling her onto the bed on her back. Rosa lays there stunned for just a moment, but before she can think about yelling or trying to flee you move to straddle her head, pressing your furry white pussy firmly down over her mouth and nose. She mmfs and struggles, grabbing your thighs with both hands, and you let out a loud purr as her wriggling rubs her face against your folds. Leaning forward a bit to squeeze her tits, you wriggle your hips. "Go on, get licking, bitch, you know you want to."\n\nJenna giggles and reapplies her mouth to Rosa's cunt, and after a few moments of feeling moans and gasps reverberate against your sex, you feel her slowly, tentatively starting to return the favor. You moan excitedly and start working your hips, making sure your pussy all over her mouth and nose, making sure the smell of you fills her head. "That's right, you're starting to like girls, aren't you?" you coo, tweaking her nipples and squealing softly as that makes her moan loudly into your pussy. \n\n"Hey, I've got an idea!" Jenna chirps suddenly. "Lay down on your back, sis!"\n\n"'Kay," you reply lazily, rolling off of Rosa and onto your back, tits wobbling with the motion. Jenna grabs Rosa and rolls the maid over on top of you, face to face (and incidentally tits-to-tits). You leer at the sight of her face almost entirely coated in your gleaming arousal, the way she looks heated and confused. Then you feel your sister grab hold of your tail and pull it around, pushing the thick, furry length into something hot, wet, and gripping... if you had any doubt what it was, the way Rosa gasps and bucks on top of you would remove it. "Oooo, good idea, Jen," you coo, reaching down to grab the maid's full brown ass and working her up and down as you start pumping your tail in and out of her, finding you have a decent amount of control over it if you try.\n\n"I thought so," Jenna says cheerfully, grinning as she watches you tail-fuck the housekeeping staff. She moves forward on the bed, and you yowl pleasurably as you feel the strange, thick, fuzzy feeling of your sister's own tail pushing into your sodden cunt. Jenna grins, making lewd thrusting motions with her hips as she pumps it in and out a few times, working you into a greater pitch of tailfucking the mewling, whimpering Rosa. Then Jenna pulls out of you, and from the way Rosa bucks and wails anew you can guess where that thoroughly drenched tail has now wound up.\n\nJenna leans forward, her hugs tits pillowing against Rosa's back so that you're both completely sandwiching the pretty brown maid as you tailfuck both her holes. As you feel Rosa's pussy tremble and start to clench around your tail, you exchange grins and a quick nod with Jenna, then sink your teeth into Rosa's right shoulder just as Jenna bites down on her left. With two bites from fully-transformed weretigers at the same time, Rosa's transformation is almost instantaneous, her scream of orgasm turning into a somewhat feline yowl in the middle as her muscles grow and firm up, tits expanding against your own as fur covers them, her teeth sharpening as her hair takes on orange coloration, leaving the original black as stripes. \n\nYou lean up, finding it quite easy now reach in a kiss for the newest weretiger, Rosa returning the kiss eagerly and hungrily. Jenna grins down at you both, giving Rosa's own flicking tail a quick, lewd lick, before she looks thoughtful. "You know what we really need...?" she muses. "Some cock."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, some nice thick dick probably WOULD really hit the spot...|WBrit3x2]]\n\n[[Nah, girls-only club for now.|WBritplaceholder]]

"Uh, you know what? I think I'll just see if it clears up on its own," you declare, standing and hurrying towards the door. "Thanks anyway, doc."\n\n"Young man!" Dr. Davis blurts, and you can hear her giving a shout of "Come back here!" before the door closes on her and you're rushing down the hall and gallumphing down the stairs quickly, taking a service exit to avoid passing anywhere she might see.\n\nYou're not sure why you've got such a bad feeling about this 'specialist', but you decide to lay low, not going back to your dorm room or Cara's apartment, instead hanging out in one of the more park-like areas of the campus, strolling around in circles while you try to get your head on straight and figure out what to do about everything. You're just passing the public restrooms again when you're suddenly grabbed and hauled around the corner, yelping a bit as you're shoved back against the wall with a pair of hands on your upper arms, slender fingers gripping as firmly as steel bands.\n\n"What-did-you-<i>do</i>?" Liam snarls in your face, actually baring his teeth as his pink eyes flash.\n\n"What the fuck, calm down," you gasp out, eyes wide. "Jesus, I'm sorry I took it, it just-"\n\n"Not <i>that</i>, dumbass, who did you tell? <b>What</b> did you tell them?!" he demands, giving you something like a cross between a shake and another thump against the wall. "Do you know what you've done?!"\n\n"... No?" you answer, since you really don't.\n\n"... Yeah no of course you don't." Liam actually slumps his forehead forward against your shoulder, the pink-haired boy sighing heavily before releasing you and stepping back. One hand comes to rest on his hip while the other rubs his forehead. "I should never have let you take the damn pendant in the first place, or at least I should have intervened sooner after you started to change. What happened, did you notice the scales and go to the doctor?" At your shocked nod, he huffs. "And you also told her you... was it the money? The numbers?" At your second nod, he throws up his hands. "Yeah, that'd do it. Fuck!"\n\n"So wait, what exactly are we talking about?"\n\n"We're talking about Slayers." At your blank stare, he shakes both hands. "Y'know, Slayers? Slay werewolves, vampires, fiends. ... <i>Dragons,</i>" he adds with a glower. "Think less Buffy, more Blade."\n\n"... I'm a dragon?" you ask, putting a hand to your chest in shock. And feeling the pendant under it. "... Oh."\n\n"Yeah, 'oh', smooth move. They're probably already in town and looking for you, and if they find you, you can be damn sure they'll track you back to me so we're both screwed in that case," he continues, folding his arms over his chest. At your stare and raising a hand to point at him, he rolls his eyes so hard he has to toss his head. "Oh my God yes of <i>course</i> I'm a dragon, DUH!"\n\n"... Things make a lot more sense now, actually," you muse aloud. "... I can't believe I did college experimentation with a dragon..."\n\n"Focus!" Liam snaps, giving your cheek a little slap and then pointing at your nose. "Issue at hand!"\n\n"Oh. Right. The guys that want to kill us. Issue. Yes."\n\n"Guh. Okay, look. Let's sort out everything about who's at fault for what later. For now we've just gotta... take care of these Slayers before they find us," Liam says, folding his arms over his chest. "We've got to find them before they find us."\n\n<hr>\n[[That makes sense.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Whoa no, count you out.|GwynLiam]]

You grin a little more widely at the thought of a group of young, frustrated, pent-up teenage boys so eager for release that they'd do anything for it... in fact, you somehow imagine that giving up their humanity would be the least of the barriers to that.\n\nOnce things have settled down and you've explained your plan in general to the others, you let the rest pair up to discuss how they're going to handle their own 'missions'. You, meanwhile, coach Mitch into resuming his human form, and the two of you get dressed before heading out of the room. Grinning, you drape an arm around his shoulders and tug him against your side, not being at all shy about putting a sway in your hips and a motion in your shoulders that shows off that you're fucking him... you get some various scandalized/impressed/jealous looks from others as you walk through the lobby with him to the parking garage, but you don't care... you're rich but not famous, and besides, you have power and confidence to spare now. \n\nArriving at your car, you hit the button to unlock it and open the driver's side door... then grin and gesture Mitch in. "Here you go, why don't you take the wheel?"\n\n"Uh, but I've barely even got my learner's permit," he says, looking dubious, but excited at the same time. Clearly his own weretiger confidence needs some building, which is partly why you're suggesting this. \n\nGrinning, you reach out to run a hand over his auburn hair and down his cheek, before cupping his chin and leaning in for a quick kiss, tongue briefly dipping into his mouth. "It's fine, baby, my sister's a supergenius. She's tricked this thing out so that it practically drives itself." Admittedly, this might have been done during a period where your partying was a lot more regular and involved a lot more drinking. "You just put your address into the GPS and do your best, and it'll smooth out any rough edges."\n\nEmboldened by both your reassurance and the kiss, he climbs into the seat, waiting as it automatically adjusts to his height while you move around to the passenger side and climb in. Once he's punched in his address and rather carefully maneuvered the car out of the garage and onto the street, he risks a glance over at you. "So why are we going back to my house? It's a kinda long drive, by the way," he adds. \n\n"That's fine," you answer breezily as you begin to unbutton your borrowed blouse, grinning at the sight of his eyes widening as he furiously tries to keep them on the road (while now sneaking near-constant peeks at you out of the corner of his eye). "But we're going back to your place because it's the best place to launch our part of the plan from."\n\n"Plan...?" he says distractedly, risking a longer look over as you pull open the front of the blouse to completely bare your tits.\n\n"To make more weretigers, of course. We're going to start with your friends... you do have a gaming group, right?" you ask as you lift the divider out of the way and lean across and into his seat, starting to fondle his cock through his jeans.\n\n"Y-yeah," he groans. "Like four of them that come over pretty regularly..."\n\n"Good," you coo as you take a moment to tug on your skirt, completely baring your unpantied ass and pussy before you unzip his jeans and fish out his cock. Smiling, you start stroking it and rubbing it lightly against your cheek as you look up at him, amused at the sight of him breathing hard and doing his best to concentrate on his driving despite your assurances that the car can do most of it itself. "Then when we get to your place, you'll call them up and arrange a game for Friday night. If possible, turn it into a sleepover that lasts all weekend. By the time it's done they'll all be loyal, horny, hot young weretigers too, and we can move on to figuring out where to go from there," you conclude, dragging your tongue up the side of his cock as, from the feel of increasing speed and the sight of light poles whizzing by, he pulls onto the interstate.\n\n"B-Brit," he groans as you flick your tongue up and down at the edge of his cockhead. "What... what do we do if... if someone sees, like a cop...?"\n\n"I'll take care of that," you purr before sliding your mouth over the teenager's prick and starting to bob your head, sucking and licking with slow, steady enthusiasm.\n\nYou spend most of the next seven hour drive constantly sucking Mitch's cock in the most epic stint of roadhead anyone is ever likely to hear of. Even in human form, the two of you's enhanced stamina and strength means that worrying about little things like 'refractory period' or 'sore jaw' or 'sleep' aren't really as big of a deal. You do make several stops for food, refreshments, and for Mitch to fuck you in public restrooms (and once, a truck stop shower). You do in fact get stopped by a state trooper at one point fairly late on a backwoods road, but as promised you take care of that little problem... a check for $1000 made out to Cash and bending over the hood of his cruiser while he rails you up the ass makes sure that he conveniently forgets Mitch's learner's permit wasn't a driver's license saying he was 21, and you're sent on your way with a warning and a slap on the butt. \n\nEventually you arrive at Mitch's rather nice house, and he shows you down to the not huge but still nicely-furnished basement where he and his friends usually meet. "I guess I can start calling everyone and arranging stuff now," he says, though a yawn says he might need at least a brief nap first, though he perks up some as he shifts back to weretiger form, ears and tail twitching as if stretching after having been confined by not existing for awhile.\n\nYou mmmm and stretch yourself as you shift, the barely-buttoned blouse once more spilling your tits free as they expand. "Yeah, let's rest up for a few hours, maybe eat something, then we can get started."\n\n"I mean, I think I can probably arrange the game and the sleepover and all, but... well, once we have them here, what's the plan?" he asks, tilting his head.\n\n<hr>\n[[Subtlety.|WBrit]]\n\n[[Directness.|WBrit]]

Some time later, you extricate yourself from the festivities and meander through the room, stepping around and sometimes over writhing furry bodies as you gather up shredded bits of pants to sit down with them at the little table at one side of the room. You fold your legs and extricate wallets from the shredded cloth, then remove IDs from wallets. Two driver's licenses... John and Leia... and two school IDs... Mitch and Jessica. You idly group them together, father and daughter, mother and son, and hold them up in front of where Jessica is dutifully worshipping John's massive prick with hands and tongue, and where Mitch is pounding into Leia from behind, leaning forward to wrap his arms around her middle, her tail wrapped around his own middle.\n\nThere's no question in your mind now that you have to keep bringing more people into the fold... you're as hooked on the thrill of kinky sex and turning other people into more weretigers as you could be hooked on any drug. Still, as tempting as it is to just go room-to-room in the hotel changing people as you go, that seems likely to result in you getting caught and some sort of confrontation with the authorities sooner rather than later. You're going to have to be a bit more careful than that. Thoughtfully, you rise again and move over to where your sister is riding Phillip's cock while Rosa rides his face. "Hey. <i>Hey</i>!" you repeat as you demand her attention, slapping her shoulder lightly.\n\n"Mmmf, whaaat?" she whines a bit as she continues bouncing on top of Phillip's throbbing prick, her massive tits bouncing like basketballs. "I'm busyyyy!"\n\n"Well try and spare some brainpower and help me figure out our next step. Everyone we've converted so far has gotten really into it when we started molesting them, think of any good reason why?"\n\n"Because we are <i>really</i> good at fucking," Jenna moans happily, slamming herself down and grinding her hips happily, before sighing a bit and going back to working herself up and down. "Well that and we probably produce an unusual amount of pheremones when aroused, considering all of our other enhanced abilities and the fact that we effectively reproduce sexually even when it's just by biting."\n\n"Think it'd still work if we could change back to human?"\n\n"Quite possiblyyyyyy ohhhh he's cumming in me," Jenna groans as she slams herself down again, bucking and twisting her hips, tail lashing. "Ohhhh god I hope he knocks me up, ohhhhh."\n\n"Jenna."\n\n"You know you could <i>wait</i>," she snaps, a lot of the edge taken off of it by the fact that her voice is still quavering with orgasm.\n\n"Yeah, I'd be waiting forever and we both know it. Focus, we've gotta figure this out if we're gonna keep spreading our little gift."\n\nYour sister moans half in pleasure and half in annoyance, then resumes riding Phillip's prick, the wet squelches of his length pumping into her now even lewder as she churns his cum up with her motions. "It's quite likely that we will retain at least some portion of our abilities in human form. They may be more subtle, likely resulting in a simple increase in perceived attractiveness and sexuality rather than the more 'you want to fuck me SO bad' effect that you had on me and we had on Rosa," she explains, cooing softly as the mention of the other weretiger woman's name causes Rosa to reach over and start fondling Jenna's bouncing tits. "All four of us being in a relatively small enclosed space while highly aroused is likely why our new members were so quickly overcome with desire. In other words, yes, you'll be a walking sexbomb as a human, but if you really want to drive someone wild, using your weretiger form or, better yet, getting a lot of weretigers together in one room is a better bet."\n\nNodding thoughtfully, you head over to first lock the door to the room and put the chain on, not wanting any other housekeepers to wander in, then step into the bathroom. Closing the door to muffle the sounds of rampant fucking going on outside, you lean against the counter and stare at your reflection, trying to concentrate on your body. You roll your shoulders, flex your muscles, all of it trying to find that particular twitch or squeeze you need... Natesh could do it, obviously, he looked human the entire time you knew him. Eventually you find something... it's not quite physical, it's almost like there's a faint knot somewhere deep inside that you can give a metaphysical squeeze. You gasp as you abruptly shrink and, well, "de-fuzz" is the easiest way to put it. You blink repeatedly, finding your "normal" reflection looking back at you. A couple of hours ago you'd have been overjoyed, now you just grin at the possibilities it opens up. You shift back and forth several times, almost knocking your head on the counter when you "squeeze" a little too hard one time trying to change back to fuzziness and wind up dropping to all fours, your chin thumping against the marble. You blink into the mirror at the sight of a befuddled-looking tiger the size of a horse, then give a feline snicker before shifting yourself back to the "middle" form again.\n\nTrotting back into the main area of the room, you take a moment to look at the new pairings... Rosa and Leia are making out while John fucks Rosa's sodden pussy, while Jenna is getting eaten out by Jessica while Mitch pounds his sister up the ass. Phillip is just sprawled in a chair, stroking himself off while he watches, and gives you a hopeful grin as you walk back in. Giving him a grin and an 'in a minute' hand gesture, you start rifling through the family's bags, trying to figure out a bit more about them.\n\nJohn's luggage contains several suits, some pamphlets about contracting services, and several spare containers of business cards proclaiming him a senior manager... office work, then, and somewhat high-powered by the sounds of it. Leia's has a few catalogues and ordering books for things like tupperwear, makeup, and jewelry... housewife with a 'sales party' job on the side, by the looks of it. You find some streamlined one-piece swimsuits and a jacket reading 'Deviville High Swim Team' in Jessica's luggage... that means a lot of lithe, athletic teenage girls, by the sound of it. Rummaging in Mitch's backpack turns up several books with names like 'The Demon Dark Depths' and 'The Complete Mage', and a bag full of funny-shaped dice... likely his friends aren't quite as lithe and athletic, but are brimming with even more perverse sexual lust.\n\nRubbing your chin thoughtfully as you walk over to Phillip's chair, you fwip your tail to one side and lower down to sit on his lap, settling your pussy onto his cock as you think. You let him grab your hips and begin working you up and down as you consider your next step, letting the pleasurable feeling of his prick pumping into you and your tits bouncing fade into mental background noise. There's four of you, and four of them... obviously it makes sense to pair off and conquer each group of associates that way, and then spread out from there. It's just a question of which of the four you think you'd personally have more fun with!\n\n<hr>\n[[John's corporate world.|WBritplaceholder]]\n\n[[Leia's housewife circle.|WBritplaceholder]]\n\n[[Jessica's swim team.|WBritplaceholder]]\n\n[[Mitch's nerd buddies.|WBrit3x6]]

You find yourself walking through the waterless underwater world at the side of a wolf. It's larger than the one you slew, its shape different, its coat thicker and colored a deep brown. Its huge paws make no sound in the soft silt you're walking barefoot on as well, leaving two sets of tracks that stretch to infinity behind you. "Where are we going?" you ask after a moment.\n\n"I am going wherever I feel like," the wolf answers in a woman's amused voice. "You are following me."\n\n"Ah." You turn that over for a moment. "You're not leading me where I need to go?"\n\n"I did not say that."\n\n"You said you were going wherever you feel like."\n\n"I am a wolf. We go where we feel like. Because my friend asked it of me, I feel like leading you where you need to go."\n\nYou think that over for awhile too, moving in silence at the wolf's side, the empty ocean(?) around you bearing no sound, not even the thrum of waves. "If he's your friend, why don't you take him off the tree?" you ask eventually.\n\n"He put himself on the tree. So since he has not asked me to take him down, and I have not felt like doing so without him asking, I have not done it."\n\n"You have an interesting way of looking at things."\n\n"It's a wolf's way of looking at things. We've no masters, no owners. We do what we wish and can only be stopped by forces greater than us, or more wily. I lead you because he asks me to, not because he commands, and because it is also agreeable to me to lead you... if it was not I would leave you here in the deep for another. I leave him on the tree because that is his wish, but if my wish for him to be off of it was greater I would tear him down from it no matter how he pleaded or demanded that I stop. That is to be a wolf."\n\nYou nod, falling into silence again as you walk with her. You realize you're now walking across the open plains again, the sunlight warm overhead and the grass rustling dry and damp around you. You stop when the wolf does, watching as she moves and turns to face you, staring into her yellow eyes unafraid.\n\n"There are two places I am willing to lead you. You will ask me respectfully?"\n\n"Always," you assure her sincerely.\n\n"Then if you choose, I will guide you back to the waking world and your walk in the Dream will be over. Or I will guide you on to others who might be your name. Which will you ask?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Wake.|Dream]]\n\n[[Continue.|Dream]]

So this site seriously seems to be selling androids, as in artificial people. That seems like it would be difficult to hide from your parents... ah, wait. In a week or so your parents will be taking a weekend vacation that you're not going on since it will start on Friday morning, and you'll have the house to yourself for a weekend. Theoretically, if this was real, and they're serious about that one hour delivery, you could put the android you wanted on your wishlist, buy it when you got home on Friday, and have the whole weekend to figure out what else to do! ... If it's actually real. But hey, why not? Maybe it is! And some of these androids look... cool.\n\n[[Sexaroid F-99|QONile]] - They're not exactly being subtle with the name, and it's pretty much what you'd expect... girl androids who are made for sex. There's a lot of customization options, too, but some of the stuff makes you... really excited.\n\n[[BFFbot 202X|QONile]] - These androids are apparently intended to be the ideal companion for someone, essentially filling the role of 'best friend', while also having a few other functions such as being a bodyguard and... well apparently they're not <i>focused</i> on it like the Sexaroid, but they're capable. There's a pretty wide range of customization here too, and you could easily make one that looked your own age (apparently there's an option that you can turn on so they'll age up with you).\n\n[[Lolidroid|QONile]] - Yeaaah you're willing to bet those are made in Japan. While the text emphasizes that the supposed intention is "a wonderful little sister experience", you can't help but feel that the rather sexy poses in the pictures make something else clear. ... Still, they are kind of cute. ... Whaaaat, you've always thought it'd be nice to have a little sister! And this way you could skip that whole "baby" stage!\n\n[[Dogbot BBB-89|QONile]] - Huh, this one isn't an artificial person, it's an artificial dog. Which would certainly make it the easiest of them to conceal from your parents, since you could just say you took in a stray while they were gone and beg to keep it. It helps that it's advertised as basically being "the perfect pet dog", since it's programmed rather than trained.\n\n[[Omnidroid X-9999|QONile]] - Wow. Wow, look at that price tag. That's... is there actually that much money in the world? Well, you suppose there must be. This android is apparently capable of shapeshifting, and is programmed to do pretty much anything you could think of. You spend a bit looking for the 'Excluded from gift card purchases' note you assume must be there, but no... apparently you could actually buy this thing. Though you're a little intimidated if so... what if it went all Terminator on you? Then again, it could probably do anything the others could and more.

'Hey Cy,\n\nBeen working a lot on developing apps for the smartphone. Getting very experimental, there's untapped potential in the technology that hardly anyone has even touched, it's wild. I've just been kind of delving deep into the potential of each program before moving on. Try one of these out and let me know how it goes. Oh yeah just one because your phone probably can't handle installing more than that at once. \n\n-Crystal'\n\n... Huh, interesting. Last you saw Crystal was mostly doing webpages and online text environments and stuff. The fact that she's moved on to phone apps that tackle 'untapped potential' is interesting. Attached to the email are several files, one of them a text file explaining the others. You pop that open and browse through it, curious.\n\n'[[Inceptor.apk|GGApp]] - This is a simple utility designed to take text input and send it as a subliminal signal to any receptive piece of electronic equipment such as cellphones, headphones, smart watches, etc. It can target people in range of such items (and even retain them as targets as long as they continue to be in range of viable electronics) and send them messages they will act on, whether consciously or not.' lol ye rite amirite? Crystal's clearly just having fun with you with this one.\n\n'[[MetaNav.apk|GGApp]] - I found a fractured and corrupted file of this while I was poking around the web, and peeking at the code got me interested so I reconstructed it. I haven't even really been able to make it work but it's pretty deep and powerful and I know it does something, maybe you can figure it out.' What, the MetaNav? It sounds like all Crystal has done is reconstruct some cash-in app for a video game. Still, maybe it will look neat.

Hm, life's gotten complicated enough as it is lately... best not add the complication of offspring to that. You ponder for a moment, then grin and step back. "Ryoko-san, if you would please, why don't you put Kanna in a position for both of us to enjoy her best feature?"\n\nRyoko seems to instantly follow your line of thought, an admirable quality in an assistant, and smiles as she moves to undo Kanna's skirt before tugging the girl upright again. The gyaru girl looks confused for a moment, standing there in nothing but her sneakers and baggy socks, before Ryoko bends down and grabs her behind the knees. The teen yelps a bit in surprise as she's hauled off of her feet, legs pulled back further and further, Ryoko sliding her arms forward until she can lace her fingers behind Kanna's blonde head. This leaves the girl effectively bent double in midair, Ryoko's tits pillowed heavily against her back, her dripping pussy and vulnerable asshole both bared and her full C-cup tits pressed together by her own legs.\n\nGrinning, you step forward, rubbing your cock along Ryoko's... hm, they're really very close in length and thickness, you have to admit, and you make a mental note that at some point you want that thing inside you. But right now, it's going inside Kanna... and so is yours. You take a moment to grab a bottle of lube disguised as hand sanitizer from your desk and smear yourself thoroughly, reaching out to do the same to Ryoko, Kanna quivering excitedly as much as she's able in her position. Then you slide your cock along Ryoko's again, using both hands to press them together, and aiming both heads at Kanna's pucker. "Drop her when you're ready, Ryoko-san."\n\n"W-wait, both in my...?! I don't know if I-!" Kanna starts to protest, worry apparently overriding worship for just a moment. But then Ryoko's shoving her down, and Kanna's words cut off as her tight little ass gets spread around two fat futa pricks at once, your dick squashed up even more tightly against Ryoko's as the black-haired woman works the tan teen down on you both, then starts working her up and down slightly to gradually get more inside. Kanna's tongue juts out and her eyes roll up, her pussy squirting several times against your cock, the girlcum dripping down your balls. You step in, your massive tits practically enveloping hers as you press her even more tightly between you and the other futanari, your hands reaching around to fondle Ryoko's ass as her own arms and hands work at moving Kanna over your cocks. You can feel the student's flat belly bulging out against yours with the shape of your cock, the sensation sending a shiver of pleasure all through you.\n\n"You like that, don't you, gyaru slut?"\n\n"Mmm, being our cocksleeve and having your ass used is all you want, isn't it?"\n\n"I bet you'll come to school from now on, won't you, so we can use these fat pricks on your whore hole, won't you?"\n\nYou and Ryoko keep up the barrage of sweet, purred verbal degradation, while Kanna's replies are somewhat less coherent, coming out mostly as mewls and yowls of pleasure as she cums repeatedly from having her ass double-stuffed. You hope you do a good job of letting her know that she's a wonderful little whore and your personal property to use as you see fit... positive reinforcement is important for students, after all! Eventually, Ryoko hauls her up and sets her down on the floor, Kanna wobbling to her knees, and then instantly opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue as she sees you both stepping close and stroking your cocks.\n\nBoth of you have been building up a rather spectacular load after all this time without actual release, and when the two of you give out low moans and start cumming, it's quite impressive. The Japanese national passtime of bukkake can, apparently, be accomplished with just two individuals since thick, voluminous splatters of milky white cum just keep coming, your cock twitching in your hand and Ryoko's visibly throbbing as both of you empty your balls, decorating Kanna's tongue, face, hair, and tits, and practically filling up her open mouth before she manages to swallow. By the time you're both done she's practically glazed from shoulders to the top of her head, wobbling in place, and finally slumping forward with her ass in the air, showing off her somewhat gaping rear hole.\n\n"Drag the little slut into my private bathroom to clean her up, then stuff her in the closet. I'll take her home with me once everyone's out of the building," you order Ryoko in a professional tone as you move to clean up a bit and get dressed. "She can come back to school once we've gotten some of the new uniforms in. By then her hair and contacts will be within dress code, too."\n\n"Yes, Patissier-sama," Ryoko chirps, grabbing Kanna by her gooey hair and hauling her into the small room connected to your office.\n\nYou spend the rest of the day doing administrative work, keeping yourself cheerful thinking of the cute teenage girl curled up in your closet waiting for you to take her home at the end of the day and use her as a fucktoy. Once the school has cleared out, you call for a car and driver (from Katsuko's list of approved services, of course, since they're all assured to be 'discreet'), drape a jacket just barely long enough over Kanna, and lead her out. You have her blow you the entire drive home, the driver smiling and nodding at you when you notice him glancing at the mirror. Once home, you move to the computer and have her resume sucking you off while you calmly do some online shopping, including one marked as near-instant drone delivery. Some very scanty clothing and ultra magnum condoms... you wonder if the packing clerk at the facility is amused, or immune to such deliveries by now.\n\nOnce it's arrived and you've ordered dinner (having Kanna blow the delivery boy as his tip, although you alter his memory of that a little bit to make him equally satisfied but not actually remember that you're keeping a naked teenage girl in your home) and eaten, you move to the bedroom. There you spend the next three hours fucking Kanna's holes with utter abandon, pounding her mouth, slamming her ass, and after sheathing up in colorful, extra strong latex, pistoning her pussy. The high school girl squeals and moans or quags adoringly as you make use of her, constantly begging for more, asserting that she's your fuckpet and exists only to serve you. You're fairly certain that even without mental orders assuring you're top dog over Ryoko, she'd think it anyway, but you make sure to give her some of those too. Eventually you recognize the necessity of sleep, pull out of her, and flop over to close your eyes. About an hour later you awaken in the darkness, already hot and horny again, and simply slide your cock up Kanna's ass, the girl awakening with you already pounding away at her. The rest of the night passes like that... if you wake up first, you push your cock up her ass and fuck her. If she wakes up first, you wake up to her with your cock down her throat and her tongue on your balls.\n\nIn the morning you feel quite refreshed, but Kanna looks rather tired, poor dear. Well, she'll have time to rest today. But first you have her dress up in the clothes you ordered last night, a blue pleated skirt that will just barely cover her pussy and ass if she stands completely still and upright, and a tight white shirt that will bare some of the undersides of her breasts. You send her out to buy the two of you breakfast at the convenience store, cautioning her to make sure she's not seen actually entering or leaving the house. Once she's returned and the two of you have had breakfast and she's sucked you off again, you shower, dress, and pause at the door to give her instructions. "If someone comes to the door, make sure you're out of sight, don't answer. Don't answer the phone either, obviously. Tidy up around here, and do some grocery shopping with the money I left. Make sure to wear only this outside, and don't get caught or seen coming or going from the house. Other than that you're free to rest and enjoy yourself as you like." You start to walk out, then pause and turn back to her, grinning. "Ah, but do make sure your ass is constantly lubed up and ready for my cock. Just in case I decide to stop by on my lunch break."\n\n"Yes, Mistress," Kanna sighs dreamily, leaning up to meet you as you move in for a deep kiss, tongue swirling around hers.\n\nOn arrival at the school, Ryoko greets you, then passes over your school electronic tablet with the day's updates. "We've put through the alterations to the school rules, and offered the severance packages to the older teachers, all of which have been accepted... though some required a little extra nudging. They'll finish out the week, and the new ones will start on Monday. We should have the new uniforms by the weekend as well, and be able to start scheduling events that will encourage buying new uniforms by next week as well." Her dark-painted lips quirk up a little. "Did you enjoy Kanna, Patissier-sama?"\n\n"Indeed I did," you reply cheerfully as you move to sit at your desk. You know you should feel guilty for using one of your students like a live-in prostitute, but, well, she's just so <i>good</i> at being a fucktoy! Maybe it's simply meant to be her calling.\n\n"Has it perhaps made you reconsider using her as a tool among the student population?" she asks, her tone going rather carefully neutral, which makes you eye her. "I mean, she is quite an attractive little thing, and looks so very natural and beautiful with her lips stretched and throat bulged around a cock. I wouldn't truly blame you if you decided to keep her for yourself, instead."\n\n<hr>\n[[You're going to keep her.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[She's still a tool.|HelenJP]]

Probably best not to tempt fate with the <i>exact</i> words that actually worked... there's just a mote of fantasy still alive in your legally adult chest that says it's better to avoid certain things. But maybe the other, particularly melodramatic one Sarah used first would let you blow off some steam and rally yourself a bit. Lifting Violet up into the air, you belt out, "Goblin King, Goblin King! Wherever you may be, take this child of mine far away from me!", unable to help finally getting a bit of a grin at your own cheesiness.\n\nYou blink a bit as Violet immediately goes silent, staring down at you as if actually a bit scared by your statement. You quickly draw her back in and rub her back some more, but... well... she certainly seems to have quieted down, and is even nodding off. Maybe she just needed a little jolt out of her self-reinforcing crying jag? Since she seems to be ready to sleep now, you carry Violet into her room and lay her in her crib, spending a few moment arranging things. 'Well. Have to remember that one. Hey, what the-?' Your head jerks up as the lights suddenly flicker and go out, followed by a long roll of thunder that rattles the windows and the sound of rain heavy enough to sound like a stampede of horses against the glass of the window. 'Where the hell did this come from?' you think, standing up and turning around... and feeling a scream rise in your throat as you realize someone is sitting in the nearby high-backed chair, illuminated ever-so-briefly by a flash of lightning.\n\nA scream that catches in your throat like a physical thing as that someone is very suddenly standing directly in front of you, leaning in close enough to make you cower back a bit and clutch the edges of the crib as one long, claw-tipped finger rises to lay across thin green lips that purse softly in a 'sssshhhh'. "The baby is asleep," he murmurs softly, one side of his mouth curling in a smirkand showing just a flash of a shining black fang.\n\nIn the next flash of lightning, you can see the... thing... just in front of you. Tall, very tall, a sleek bald head, long pointed ears, a face that's strangely both ugly and beautiful, eyes that are three colors of deepest, darkest black and a sleek, sharp nose, all covered in smooth jade skin. His clothing is like something out of a fantasy movie... both elegant and aristocratic, but made of fur and leather, a hunter's garb, way more <i>Game of Thrones</i> than <i>Lord of the Rings</i>. The sheer... inhumanness... terrifies you, even before that hand moves forward and gently, but with the strength of a steel clamp, curls around your jaw and presses against the side of your neck.\n\n"Why so terrified, Cyan?" he whispers softly, those triple-black eyes staring fixedly at you. "You called. Entreated. Begged a boon."\n\n"It was the wrong words," you hear yourself answering shakily. "Those weren't the right words, those weren't supposed to do anything."\n\n"Consider it an important life lesson. Not everything happens as it is 'supposed to'. You called for the Goblin King to take a child, the Goblin King is here," he almost purrs, despite his voice being nothing that lends itself to a purr. "But this is not a kindly old puppeteer's great whimsy, and I am not David Bowie," he continues, thumb sliding in a soft caress across the side of your neck, until you can feel his claw pressing into your skin. "You invited me in. Now I am going to do as asked and take the child, and whatever other whim takes me... I could tear your head off and leave it in the baby's place for your parents to find, because this is a true fairy tale, my darling."\n\nYour mind wants to shut down, to reject that this is happening, or maybe just start screaming and not stop until your head really does come off. Instead you find yourself saying, "You're afraid."\n\n"Am I?" the Goblin King whispers, tilting his head ever-so-slightly, even as his hand slides down to completely encircle your throat.\n\n"Why does a faerie lord need to intimidate a teenage girl if he's not afraid?" You force yourself to stare fearlessly into his eyes, not flinching away even as lightning flashes and thunder rolls outside, briefly showing you your own reflection in them as if already drained of blood and dead. "What are you afraid of, Goblin King?"\n\n"... Nothing," he answers just as softly, just as unflinchingly. "I am afraid of nothing."\n\n"Prove it."\n\n"... Hmhmhm... mortals, the <i>audacity</i> of you," he hisses... while smiling. He gives your throat a slight shove as he steps back, and you try not to let your terror show as you realize that tucked into the crook of his other arm is the bundled-up Violet, held against his side. "Very well, child, if you want to play the role. But before you go pelting into magic to save your sister, there is one part of the game we must play. Temptation."\n\n"Tempta-" You cut off as you feel a sudden tightness around your left ring finger, and lift it to see a golden ring there, an elaborate signet engraved on the top.\n\n"Do you want a fantasy world of excitement and danger, girl? There is plenty to be had right here in this world," the Goblin King coos, his inhumanly long and disturbingly elegant fingers curling through the air in a flourish to indicate your hand. "That ring is a symbol of power in a country that has been infighting for centuries over the lack of it. And this," he continues, giving the slightest twist of his hand and now holding a small leather journal. "Is all you need to know about using that ring to get whatever you want. Do you want to be a real-life princess and queen? This will tell you how. Perhaps more pragmatically you wish riches to shame celebrity? Or to stand upon the world stage and be acclaimed stunning and brave by the influencers of public opinion? Whatever your dream, that ring combined with this book can make it come true, no magic required. All you have to do is take it," he whispers, holding the book towards you. "And forget that your sister ever existed. I promise... everyone else will too."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take it.|GGLaby]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGLaby]]

"Ah, that's really good of you, thank you," you answer. "My, uh, tribe didn't approve of clothing or armor, but I'd definitely be better off. Thanks a bunch!"\n\nYou actually think the half-orc blushes some as she reaches into her pack and pulls out the silvery metal garment, nudging her horse forward so she can pass it over. You take a moment to pull your quiver and bow off, after a moment's thought resting them on your own back half before pulling on the chainmail shirt. Despite being made of metal, it stretches easily enough, as if it were a t-shirt, and it fits like one too... at least across the chest. It hugs against the fronts of your breasts and a bit against the underside before dangling down loose around your human half's middle, clinking lightly. Oh well, best you're gonna get. While it's cold, at least it doesn't seem to be chafing. Ah, the miracles of magic.\n\n"A tragedy," Bane says dryly, before nudging his own horse forward. "Well, come along, new friend. We've miles to go yet, best get started."\n\nYou settle in beside the lot, trotting along beside the party's horses. You notice that they all seem to be riding stallions, including Bane, who requires a special saddle to do so. Thurkar's is even bigger than the others, practically a Clydesdale, and you quickly learn to ride at least beside if not ahead of him, lest you be distracted by the immense swinging balls of his mount. As you go, the others share brief hints of their backstory. Amana's is pretty typical for a tiefling adventurer (though you figure it would be impolite to say so), shunned and hated for her appearance as a child, especially once it was discovered her talents ran to the dark arts, but struggling valiantly against the darkness of her inner nature and trying to show it through her actions. Bane, adventurous of spirit and eager to leave his bland, homebody village behind, discovering Amana on a trip to the city and deciding it would be quite the lark to go out and about with another outcast (and, you're pretty sure, hot female). Shae, rescued from a lynch mob that blamed her for a string of robberies (though whether she actually committed them isn't commented on). And Thurkar, wanting to prove he was the strongest of all his clan brothers, to return home in triumph.\n\n"We're all misfits after a fashion," Bane chirps. "Even Thurkar. Though strength is highly prized, most of his clan's dragonborn only test theirs against each other. Thurkar is the only one to desire to prove himself against creatures even bigger and meaner." Which Thurkar gives a pleased grunt to, nodding his scaly head.\n\nObviously it's your turn now, so you do your best to keep things general and somewhat close to the truth, for memory's sake. You had a mostly normal upbringing among your people, though your parents were more artists than warriors. One day you wandered off from your people, got lost, and found yourself along the road. You spotted the party approaching, decided they might eventually lead you home, or at least to interesting things and prosperity, so you approached them.\n\n"Not long on details, are you?" Amana says dryly, before laughing lightly. "It's fine. Neither are the rest of us, for the most part. No need to go into every little thing, we all have things we'd rather keep to ourselves." You notice that this time it's Shae who gives a slight nod at that, your sensitive ears picking out the half-orc's sigh.\n\nEventually the light begins to fade, and Bane asks you to pick out a good place to make camp. You wander ahead, glancing around, and are surprised to find you can easily spot the ideal conditions for a campground. Huh, you must have ranks in Survival now. You beckon the others to a clearing near the road that will keep you in view of it, but is a short walk to a stream and has a smaller area near a fallen log to tie the horses.\n\n"Excellent!" Bane chirps as he draws his own horse up, moving it over in front of the log. He nimbly hops down and moves to tie the reins, then looks at you. "Ah, yes... well I suppose..." He trails off, glancing back and forth between the spot on one side of the log, and the middle of the clearing.\n\nYour eyebrows raise. "Are you seriously thinking of asking me to stay with the horses?"\n\n"Well, my dear, it's not that I don't want your company," he answers, obviously a bit uncomfortable. "It's just that, to be honest, I worry about you stumbling over the necessities the rest of us have for a campsite. Wouldn't want you putting a hoof in the fire or somesuch and hurting yourself, you are rather larger than the rest of us."\n\n<hr>\n[[Insist on staying in the camp.|GGCentaur1x4]]\n\n[[Agree to stay with the horses.|GGCentaur2x1]]

You are female. You have boobs, a vagoo, and a butt. Woohoo!\n\nNow it's time to choose your age. The younger you are, the more you're likely to get into the really strange and wonderful situations, but you've also got a lot less agency... it's much easier for others to take control of your life. You've also got less resources of your own to go around. The older you are, the more mundane your adventures are likely to be, but similarly the more you're in command of your own fate. You're also much more likely to have money and property of your own.\n\n<b>[[Teenager|chargenteenfemale]]</b>: As a teenage female, you've got the whole world ahead of you, both the fantastical and the mundane. You're also far more likely to be able to get away with things than anyone else... on the other hand, you're far more likely to attract trouble than anyone else, too.\n\n<b>[[Young Adult|chargenyafemale]]</b>: You're starting to gain responsibilities, and there are as many mundane everyday adventures ahead of you as fantastical ones. On the other hand you likely at least live away from your parents, and have a bit of money of your own!\n\n<b>[[Adult|chargenadultfemale]]</b>: The course of your life is pretty well established by now. You've almost certainly got a place of your own, finances of your own, and most likely a family of your own as well. Mostly mundane adventures await (maybe), but hey, as a woman you're also in the sexual prime of your life!\n\n<b>[[Middle-Aged|chargenmafemale]]</b>: You're going to have to face it, most of your best years are probably behind you. Even if you've aged well, people are starting to call you a "handsome woman". Still, you know who you are and have a pretty firm grip on your life... it's rare for anyone to make you do what you don't want to do.

You have a number of friends of all walks of life, and you're looking forward to seeing this batch of them at their party this year. Admittedly, you've left off getting a costume until a little late. But it's nothing that a bit of searching and splurging can't fix. To the computer!\n\nA bit of research shows that there are a handful of places that should still have plenty of good costumes in stock. Hm... but you've left this until a bit late in the day, and even these places might quickly sell out if you try to go tomorrow morning. You can probably only make time to drive to one...\n\n[[The Rubber Shop|BuddyOct1x2]] - A pretty straightforward name. Actually it seems to be a sex shop, but it also promises a wide variety of costumes "fitting any possible occasion". And hey, your friends <i>can</i> get pretty wild, it's not like showing up in fetish wear would be entirely inappropriate.\n\n[[Fantasy Life|BuddyOctPlaceholder]] - Apparently they specialize in stuff for renfaires and LARPing and the like... costumes like dragons, unicorns, wizards, things like that. It sounds kinda cheesy, but the pictures they have up on the website do look pretty good.\n\n[[Cosplay Casbah|BuddyOct6x1]] - And this one favors the other side of the nerd set, seeming to feature mostly anime-themed costumes.

The Rubber Shop it is. Not your usual thing, but there's always a chance you'll find something interesting... or maybe hilarious. A little self-humiliation never hurts on Halloween (well, maybe a little, but you can take it).\n\nYou hop in your car and take a drive on over to the address on the website. You're sort of expecting the usual sex shop sort of place... prefab metal building, marooned off by itself as if all the nearby buildings were ashamed of it, in general sketchy as hell. This is actually quite a normal little shopfront, albeit with the front window blacked out and painted by white text reading 'The Rubber Shop' in plain letters. Shrugging, you open the door, stepping inside to the soft *ching* of the announcement bell. The first thing you notice is that the AC is turned up rather high, and the second is that it's very orderly in here... nice, neat rows of shelves of various sizes. It's pretty obvious the sort of place this is right off the bat, with many of the shelves bearing neat rows of dildos in every color from black to glow-in-the-dark, and every shape ranging from what you see when you look down in the shower to stuff that could pass as modern art sculpture. Other shelves have things that seem as mundane as softball-sized rubber balls in plastic and carboard boxes... you're not sure if those are some sort of sex toy on their own or just for people who <i>really</i> like the feel of rubber. Along one of the walls are the larger items, specifically the sex dolls, and those are... interesting. Some are flesh tone, others are more featureless and come in simple blue or pink, and others have distinctly nonhuman attributes like cat ears and tails. Well, takes all types, huh?\n\n"Good afternoon, sir, how may I help you?"\n\nYou resist the desire to jump and wheel around, and instead turn towards the voice, trying to pretend your heart's not racing from the shock. You really feel like you should have heard him come up to you... especially since he's wearing what looks like a black rubber bodysuit. Shouldn't he squeak? He's even more slender than you are, and rather on the pretty side, but very pale... in fact, you notice his hair's white as well, and his eyes are pink. An albino? Well, there's the "weird" quotient for the sex shop, even if it's probably mean to think that. "Uh, yeah, hi. I saw on your website that you have costumes for, er, all occasions I think it said...?"\n\n"Ah, something for tomorrow?" He grins and waves a hand a bit, and now you can definitely hear his bodysuit squeaking a bit. What is he, some kind of rubber ninja? "We do get quite a few of those sort of requests around this time of year... not as many as I'd like, since it's such a perfect night of the year to try a change."\n\n"So do you still have anything, or...?"\n\n"Oh, we have lots of options! Almost anything you could want. You'd really be surprised what we can do with molded rubber and a bit of, heh, ingenuity." His pink eyes dance as if at some private joke, but you can't think about it too much before he turns and beckons you to follow. He makes his way over to a long pole set on the wall, from which dangle a number of shiny-looking costumes. "Now, let's see..."\n\nHe shuffles a few of the costumes aside, talking as he slides the hangers around. "We have a few options like [[Barbarian Marauder|BuddyOctPlaceholder]] and [[Dark Vigilante|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]... alas, looks like we're out of most of the specific superhero outfits, there's just the rather generic [[Hero Man|BuddyOctPlaceholder]] left in that. But then, if you're feeling more villainous, there's [[Mister Mindbender|BuddyOct2x1]] or [[The Harlequin|BuddyOct1x3]]..."\n\n"Uh, that last one sounds like a girl's costume...?"\n\n"Oh, don't worry, everything is guaranteed to fit," the shopkeeper answers breezily, as if that could be your only objection. "And as I said, it's a perfect night for a change! Now, let's see, we also have plenty of animal-themed costumes, like [[Wolfman|BuddyOctPlaceholder]], [[Horseman|BuddyOctPlaceholder]], and [[Pigman|BuddyOct3x1]]... or maybe [[Wolfgirl|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]? On the more cartoonish side there, we have [[Randy Rabbit|BuddyOctPlaceholder]] or [[Strawberry Cow|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]."\n\nGetting closer to the end of the rack, he gives a little 'ah' again. "Looks like we do have a handful of licensed characters still available. All of those are of the female variety, though... [[Renamon|BuddyOctPlaceholder]], [[Lucario|BuddyOctPlaceholder]], [[Samus Aran|BuddyOctPlaceholder]], and [[Twilight Sparkle|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]... oh, that last one's not entirely... well, nevermind."\n\nYou eye the rack rather dubiously... you're not sure if you've got red flags or just yellow ones, but at this point you're running out of time. Besides, he does have a point... showing up in almost any of these would make a unique change from most of the costumes you've worn to (or seen at) these parties. "I've heard rubber bodysuits are pretty difficult to get into, though, and some of these seem kinda elaborate. Or, uh, extra tight."\n\n"No worries on that account! I guarantee these will go on quite easily!" He grins broadly at you, then gives a guileless shrug. "Perhaps a <i>little</i> harder to get out of... but we'll be open all Halloween night if you have any real problems on that account. Now, does anything here pique your interest...?"

Oh, what the heck. If you're going to show up to the party in a shiny rubber bodysuit, why not go all out? The Harlequin thing should be good for a laugh if it really will fit, at the least for all of the 'I can't believe you're wearing that!' laughs.\n\n"I guess I'll take the Harlequin one. Do you rent or just sell...?"\n\n"I prefer to sell, after all, you might get attached to it." Still, once he rings you up, you're surprised at the relatively low cost... you'd always heard rubber fetish was a pretty expensive hobby. (You might not be hopelessly kinky, but you know people who are.) He must be selling the things at close to cost or something. Still, can't complain. He hands you the box containing the costume, then waves as you leave, a knowing grin on his lips.\n\nOnce at home, you set the box aside and turn your attention to other things. It's a few hours before the party itself when you remember that you have a new and unfamiliar costume to get into. Hoping it will go on as easily as promised, you open the box and examine its contents. The costume itself seems to be in two parts... the main body (with attached heels) and a hood with the typical little branching things and bells on the end. Honestly, the fact that it doesn't count as a "licensed character" seems mostly on a technicality, since the influence for its red and black checked design is obvious. Probably only gets away with it since it doesn't <i>quite</i> look like any particular version of the character. No mask, no ruffled collar, and so on. There's some other assorted stuff in the box, but nothing that actually looks like part of the costume... probably for maintenance.\n\nShrugging, you strip down and sit on the edge of the bed with the bodysuit. Might as well, you bought the thing and it's too late for anything else decent. You slip a foot into one leg and then the other, wiggling your feet and legs and tugging on the suit. You can feel it stretch and hug against your skin, but you're surprised at just how easily you actually manage to pull it into position. Getting the legs of the suit up to your knees, you stand up carefully, taking a moment to find your balance on the high heels. Slowly and carefully, you continue pulling the suit up your legs, feeling it sheath and hug your thighs. Taking a breath, you haul it on up over your hips and crotch... actually not uncomfortable at all. Huh. You wiggle your hips a bit, feeling the rubber conform to the shape of your asscheeks and give you quite the wedgie, but even that doesn't feel too bad. You work your arms into the sleeves until you've got your fingers into the gloves, then finish pulling the suit (with its molded breasts) up over your shoulders. Finally you reach back, snagging the cord attached to the zipper and pulling it up... it slides up smooth as butter, all the way up to the top of the high collar. A few tugs here and there, and it's fitting like it was made for you.\n\nCarefully, you take a step in the heels, wobbling just a little. But the next few steps are smooth and easy, albeit slightly squeaky... it's like the suit's adjusted your balance for walking on them. You head over to a mirror, and are shocked at the effect... from the neck down you definitely look like a woman. The suit's hugged tight around your middle to slim your waist, and has molded your hips and legs into feminine curves as well. You turn enough to get a glimpse of your ass, which has definitely been lifted and rounded into a very attractive female shape. Turning back, you realize that the front of your crotch is completely flat as well. You touch it gingerly... no, you still feel normal down there, but it's doing an amazing job of hiding your cock and balls somehow.\n\nSlowly overcoming the initial shock, you continue examining yourself in the mirror. This is definitely going to move the reactions from 'I can't believe you're wearing that!' to 'I can't believe that's you in there!' And maybe start a few rumors, but oh well, that could be funny too. You raise your hands to the rubber boobs on the front of the bodysuit and give them a squeeze... not bad either. Though you frown a little bit... aren't comic book characters supposed to have truly stupendous knockers? These are big, but you've had your hands on bigger real ones.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to make the boobs bigger.|BuddyOct1x4]]\n\n[[Eh, they're fine like they are.|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]

You spend a few moments pondering whether to try and find some falsies or just attempt to shove some wadded-up tissues in there or whatever actual girls do, before deciding to see if maybe there's a solution in the box. There were some odds and ends in there, right? It doesn't take you long to discover a long, thin tube with what looks like a suction cup on one end, and a small manual. Flipping through it, you discover that your idea was apparently foreseen by the designer: the tube is specifically for "adjusting proportions to taste". All you have to do is stick the suction cup to part of the bodysuit and blow into the tube, and supposedly it will inflate that part... there's even a little diagram of where to attach it. You're a little dubious, but then you didn't really think the suit would fit so well either.\n\nShrugging, you walk back over to the mirror and attach the suction cup about at the center of your collarbone, then bring the other end to your lips and start blowing into it. Immediately, both the suit's breasts swell and inflate, keeping their shape but actually gaining volume like balloons. What's surprising is it somehow feels... really good. Like a heady, rushing sensation that tingles a little, almost like a little burst of acceleration while driving a fast car. Maybe it's just the sight of tits growing bigger right in front of your eyes that gives you that bit of an adrenaline rush...?\n\nYou continue blowing into the tube repeatedly, watching the shiny black-and-red-checked breasts expand with every puff, and each time feeling that slightly heady rush of eagerness, almost pleasure. By the time they're almost as big as your head, you're red-faced and panting, and it's not entirely from lung exertion. You lower the tube from your lips, then just stare at the enlarged breasts. They're a bit "torpedo" shaped now, with visible nipples poking out. You turn side-to-side, but there's not much motion... well, they are still rubber, after all.\n\nIn any event, those are <i>definitely</i> boobs worthy of a comic book character. Now, to finish getting ready or head to the party.\n\nOr, y'know... you could spend a little while longer playing with your new toy, since that did feel so good...\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay in and blow.|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go to the party.|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]

You will yourself back to the opponent selection screen for John Bigballs. Now, what series to pick your next opponent from?\n\n[[Final Fantasy VII|GG-FF-BB-FF7Start]]\n\n[[Sailor Moon|GG-FF-BB-SMStart]]\n\n[[Darkstalkers|GG-FF-BB-DSStart]]\n\n[[Street Fighter|GG-FF-BB-SFStart]]\n\n[[You've had enough fun, time to upload the patch.|GG-FF-Upload]]

You wander over to the still skirt-clad goth, who actually seems pretty chipper at the moment, red eyes gleaming brightly (you assume they're contacts) as you approach. The two of you get to talking, with Demona enthusing about what a good job you did and how happy he is that you showed up with your "unique talent", because he's been hoping for exactly this sort of change to the status quo for awhile now. You agree that you had a lot of fun tonight, even if it was weird, and how positive you feel about things.\n\nThe two of you continue chattering about plans for the band and the potential of writing more original and themed material, and at some point without really realizing it the two of you have migrated into the bedroom to sit together on the bed. Demona continues to seem quite enthusiastic, leaning in close and gesturing with his slender, black-nailed hands as the two of you discuss Honey Trap's future in glowing terms. It's a rather sudden realization that the talk has stopped and that instead he's kissing at the side of your neck, one of his hands rubbing your thigh lightly.\n\n"Uh... Da-" You start, only to squeak as he gives your earlobe a gentle nip. "... Demona? W-what are you doing?"\n\n"Mm, thought it was obvious," he murmurs, lowering his glossy black lips to your neck to kiss again before giving a little lick.\n\n"Uhhhhh..." You blink repeatedly, trying to clear the slight alcohol haze to figure out a proper reply.\n\n<hr>\n[["But I'm not gay!"|CC5x3]]\n\n[["But I like girls!"|CC]]\n\n[[But kiss him.|CC]]

"S-see, the thing is, I'm not gay," you stammer as his hand slides a bit further up on your leg.\n\nDemona giggles at that, raising his head to whisper in your ear. "Oh, that's okay, I am." Smiling at you, eyes somewhat glazed with a mixture of alcohol and lust, he slides down off of the bed and between your legs, fingers coming up to start undoing your fly. "You're not gay unless you're the one taking the cock, right? It's fine," he assures you with an airy tone, cooing as he pulls down the front of your underwear.\n\nYour teenage dick apparently doesn't have a particularly strong opposition either, since already the stimulation had started getting you hard, and Demona's little coo as he sees it and almost immediately leans in to give a little sucking kiss at the shaft has it immediately surging the rest of the way. Demona smiles dreamily up at you as he starts flicking his tongue against your prick, making it shift and move with the motions, alternating with those light sucks at the taut skin.\n\n"Don't worry, Eric, it's not like you're the first straight guy I ever sucked off." You're not sure if it's your own alcohol consumption or the breathier tone that Demona's using, but even his voice sounds softer and more feminine as he speaks between his oral stimulation of your member. "Mmm, actually I looove doing it, I think somehow straight dick tastes waaay better. More like forbidden fruit. And I'm good at it, right?" he adds with a giggle, flicking his tongue rapidly up and down near the base of your shaft, apparently taking your long, loud moan as confirmation since he giggles again.\n\nSoon he's sliding his pretty, black-painted lips down over the head of your prick, closing them and suckling lightly while looking up at you through those long lashes surrounded by dark black mascara and eyeshadow. Of course, with your lack of experience, it only really takes a few bobs of his head up and down before you're moaning and spilling your load into his mouth, gasping a bit every time you feel him swallow and the suction stimulates you. You sit there panting and gasping, barely cognizant of him tugging your pants and underwear down and the rest of the way off, before you notice him climbing up onto the bed and on all fours. Demona grins as he reaches back and lifts up his skirt to bare a very pale, very pert, very girly butt, with a smooth-shaven, slender, pale cock and balls beneath it.\n\n"You want to, right?" he coos. At your seeming hesitation, he giggles again, giving his ass a shake. "C'mon, remember? You're not gay unless you bottom~. It's okay to fuck a guy's ass as long as you're on top, right?"\n\nBetween your lust and the beer you decide that must be a very true thing, and without really thinking about it you're shedding your shirt and climbing up onto the bed behind him. You press your spit-lubed prick right to his entrance, then push forward, moaning loudly at how tight and smooth he is around you, spreading open as you sink in deeper and deeper. Before you know it you're gripping his skirt-clad hips and pumping away almost wildly, most of your brain consumed by the pleasure of it, with the part that's still aware trying not to overthink the feel of your balls slapping against his as you pound into him.\n\n"Mmmm fuck yes fuck my gay ass with that hard straight cock yes fuck me," Demona moans out loud, rocking back against you and shaking his hips whorishly, still using that breathy almost-girlish voice as you pound into him. "Your big straight prick feels so good in me oh fuck I love getting fucked by het guys you fuck so fucking hard oh fuck oh fuck yes!"\n\nYour brain becomes more and more of a jumbled mess of contradicting thoughts and feelings all shot through with the pleasure of that tight, slick ass squeezing around your prick. You find yourself grunting and moaning in an almost animal-like fashion, pounding your hips against the pert goth boybutt underneath you like a bull in rut.\n\n"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck you're trying to breed me you're trying to breed me yes breed me breed me do your best to knock up my bitch boy ass yes yes yes!" Demona squeals out as you completely lose control, twisting his delicate fingers in the sheets as you drive him against the bed. He's obviously cumming from the way his ass keeps squeezing around your pumping prick, orgasming just from the hard assfucking you're giving him.\n\nYour first gush of cum does indeed pour deep into his ass, but something drives you to pull out, gasping and grunting as you stroke yourself, spilling the rest of your load all over that pale, girlish ass of his, Demona cooing and shaking his hips as you do, obviously enjoying the feeling of you "painting" him like he was a porn starlet.\n\nAfter that everything sort of gets fuzzy and indistinct. When you wake up, you're in bed, still naked, with an equally naked Demona cuddled up beside you. Of course with the hair and makeup he still gives off an air of crossdressing, even completely naked. Even his yawn is delicate as he wakes up, blinking a little, then grinning at you. "Oh! Hey! Morning!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... Hey hi morning excuse me gotta go."|CC]]\n\n[["..." Shove him down and have him suck your morning wood.|CC]]

"Let me get out of these first, huh?" you answer, grinning sheepishly and plucking at your skirt. "The, uh... the panties are kind of riding up on me."\n\n"I got used to it pretty fast," Demona replies breezily, grinning at you. "But sure!"\n\nTrying not to read too much into that, after Joseph and Kendrick have both used the bedroom to change (you notice that Kendrick has abandoned his sort of neo-hippy style in favor of blacks and dark blues in a more "butch" style, maybe he's overcompensating?), you take your turn, shedding the outer trappings of 'Erica' and getting back to your mostly clean boy clothes, pulling your hair back into the closest to a masculine ponytail you can manage before emerging. You notice that Damien and Sonny seem to have no intention of immediately changing back from being 'Demona' and 'Sunny', since they both seem ready to go. Oh well, who are you to judge?\n\nIt's easy to see why everyone would rather hang out at So-, er, Sunny's, as it's probably the nicest apartment in this little circle. It's not super lush or anything but everything in the building seems in working order and well-maintenanced and the apartment is clean, with the main room probably as large as Joseph's entire place. The fridge also has a decent selection of beer that people start hitting up, and no one seems interested in stopping you from taking one as well. You don't hit them hard, but even after the first one you start feeling pleasantly fuzzy and a little numb. Man, this craft stuff is really something!\n\nYou notice after awhile that everyone has sort of settled into place and doesn't seem to be actively chatting with the others. It's probably just a brief lull, but if you wanted to hang out with someone specifically, now's probably the time.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hang out with Demona.|CC5x2]]\n\n[[Hang out with Sunny.|CC6x1]]\n\n[[Hang out with Joseph.|CC]]\n\n[[Hang out with Kendrick.|CC]]\n\n[[Have another beer. Or two.|CC]]\n\n[[Head out.|CC]]

'The Kinda Kinky Caveman', huh? Wow. What is it with every cheap romance novel feeling the need for pink 'handwriting' text somewhere? And is there some sort of study that says alliteration makes moms moist? Because you'd really thought most of these 'time travel to meet a traditionally masculine but still sensitive and caring musclestud' novels had moved online, so the only people who must be coming to the library for them can only be middle-aged housewives who can't work a Kindle. (You assume.) Unless, ha, what if this was Miss Priss's pick? That'd be good for a laugh. It's kind of funny seeing a mostly-naked dude just settled onto the shelf amidst classic children's literature, and that's half the reason you pick it up and start flipping through it. To laugh at it, of course, it's not like you're checking if there's any more pictures of the dude on the cover, not at all.\n\nYou blink as the lights go out, the suddenness of it making you shift, then give out a yelp as you stumble and fall backwards on your ass. "Ow! What the fu-" You suddenly realize that the surface you're sitting on is way too hard, rough, and uneven to be the library floor, and take a better look around. You're... not in the library. Or a building. Or a town. In fact you seem to be halfway up a small mountain or cliff face, on a broad stone plateau that gently slopes downward. At least, from what you can see by the stars and full moon... although that's pretty friggin' bright, and seems noticeably bigger than it should be. A bit ahead there's a cave opening, and faintly flickering firelight visible from somewhere inside.\n\n"... O... kay," you murmur as you stand up. You're in a very odd situation, and you don't know how you got here. The first thing you can think to do is take stock of what you have. Okay, you've got yourself, your clothes, your phone (no bars, no 4G, no wi-fi), your bag which contains your sunglasses, a small first aid kit, a flip knife that you carry to open packages (and people, if you have to defend yourself, though you're not sure how good it would really be at that), assorted little bits of cosmetics, some candy, a USB battery, and an electric arc lighter that you use for incense (mostly). Oh, and the book. ... Well, you guess you've taken it out of the library, no harm in putting it in your bag now. You tuck it in, then jump at the sound of something yowling off in the distance. That... didn't sound quite like a wolf. But it did sound big. You probably shouldn't just stand around here out in the open.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go into the cave ahead.|GGCave]]\n\n[[Go up the slope.|GGCave]]\n\n[[Go down the slope.|GGCave]]

As the three werewolf cocks pound into you, growing closer and closer to release, you reach out with the power you've already exerted over them, seeking to turn it into a clamp, a lock. As all three throw back their heads and howl, you push through with your power as your orgasm sweeps over you, letting it drive your focus outward and through them. Even as all three empty their big furry balls into you, there's a glimmer and shine as studded metal collars flicker into being around their necks, a purple metal ring clicking into place at the front of them to fasten it closed forever. Their already animal red eyes glaze over further, the last traces of free will or thought disappearing from them, turning glassy and obedient.\n\nOnce you've ridden out your own orgasm, you mentally nudge the three away from you. The two that had been at your sides are looking around at their now-collared brethren, seeming vaguely confused... but that all disappears as you turn and shift, sliding your gaping, cum-smeared asshole over one of them's jutting canine cock, and wrapping your tits around the base of the other one, massaging his knot with them as you suck and lick at the pointed tip. Soon both are fucking away at you with even more abandon than when they were teenage boys, huffing and panting and barking as their big, inhuman hands grab at your ass and tits, eager to spill their loads into you and over you... and, of course, the moment they do, you urge the command spell into place, fastening collars around their necks and claiming them forever.\n\nThere's only one werewolf left now, and it seems to be hesitating, actually drawing back from you. Though its human mind is gone, obviously some animal cunning is left, and it seems to have realized that its collared brethren have been robbed of something. Perhaps in instinctive desire to hold onto its wild and free nature, it turns as if to bolt... only to hesitate as you turn your ass towards it, reaching back to grip your asscheeks with both hands, pulling so that both your pussy and pucker will be nicely on display to him.\n\n"C'mon, baby," you coo, shaking your displayed holes at him. "You know you wanna fuck Mama and be her slave forever. Give up the rest of that pesky free will and be a pet."\n\nThere's only another brief hesitation... before the big werewolf is grabbing your waist and thrusting its cock into your pussy, pounding away at you eagerly as you moan and coo happily. You've little doubt that its animal brain comprehends that it's giving up all freedom, all will, all choice, but who cares when it's got the chance to mate with such a delectable hole as yours? You lick your lips, rocking back against him and letting your tits sway and wobble freely, your skin glistening with enough cum to almost reflect the shape of the full moon as it shines down from above.\n\nIn almost no time at all, the wolf is howling, the slave collar manifesting around its neck. As you can feel your power increasing, the absolute power of being in control of the bodies and souls of what were once vital teenage boys, you let out a wicked giggle.\n\n"Good boy!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HollyWitch1xEnd]]

"Well, y'know," you say, trying to play it casual and keep your eyes on the screen as you keep playing. "This game is sort of turning me on, and that makes it hard to concentrate. Maybe I could play better if you helped by, like... relieving the pressure. You know, with your mouth."\n\n"Oh my, well... if it would help you with your little game, dear," your new mother replies, though you catch just a hint of merriment and a flash of an impish grin as she says it.\n\nYou do your best to keep part of your attention on the screen, since that's sort of the whole excuse for this... besides, you have to admit, it is kind of extra hot to know that your super hot, literally super-powered new mother is going to blow you while you're playing a waifu fighter. So it's mostly out of the corner of your eye that you watch her pull off her sweater, revealing those huge tits of hers looking like they might be about to spill right out of her lacy black bra at any moment. She also drops her skirt, those heavy breasts wobbling a little as she bends forward to peel down her hose and panties at the same time, revealing a thick but trimmed and shaped dark auburn bush as she straightens back up. The bra is the last to hit the floor, baring thick, large dark pink nipples that are already stiff as she settles onto all fours and crawls over to you.\n\nYou lick your lips, forcing yourself to keep your attention mostly on the screen as you can feel Hazel undoing your pants, your now thoroughly stiff prick springing free as she tugs down the front of your underwear. "Oh my, you are quite the growing boy, dear," your mother coos as she wraps a hand around you and starts stroking, making you shift a bit in your seat. "Of course, you may get a liiiittle bit bigger. Being with a witch tends to bring out latent potential, after all!"\n\nYou're about to ask her what she means, when she leans forward and slides her mouth over the head of your cock, starting to suckle gently and swirl her tongue around it. A shiver runs through your whole body at the sensation, but you also find yourself falling into a bit of a trance as she begins bobbing her head. Letting most of your attention and focus rest on the game you're playing becomes more natural, only glancing down at your voluptuous mother in between matches and brief downtimes, taking in her full ass raised in the air and the lightly-padded nature of her whole beautiful body, not to mention the size and soft perfect shape of those tits hanging down. You can feel a hard, deep throbbing in your cock as she slides her mouth down over it all the way... it's like you're pressing just a little deeper inside and stretching her tight throat a little more with every beat of your heart.\n\nYour playing grows more frantic, but at the same time better and better. Your bikini-clad ninja warrior slashes other girls again and again, her sharp blades somehow only managing to slice away pieces of school uniform or leather bodysuit, cute Japanese voice actresses squealing and crying out for mercy as they're stripped. And through it all your mother continues to bob her head, dedicatedly slurping and gulping at your cock, tonguewashing every bit of it she can reach as it grows longer, thicker, and harder in her mouth, stretching out her lips as she sucks you off, cheeks pressing against the sides as they hollow out from her sucking.\n\nEventually you moan and thrust your hips forward, spilling your load down your lusty witch mother's throat as you hit the button to strike the final blow on the end boss, who yowls and falls into a highly suggestive position with her barely-covered ass in the air. You shudder as Hazel gulps again and again, swallowing with every twitch of your prick even as the CG girl wiggles and squirms, sniffling about how powerful you are and how thoroughly you've defeated and shamed her. Finally as the credits start to roll you slump back, panting, your mother sliding her mouth up and off your prick... which now looks at least twice the size it was when she started, still stiff and now coated with a thick layer of mingled saliva and jizz.\n\n<hr>\n[[Start a new game.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Start fucking Hazel.|RunFF]]

The spear's pretty cool-looking. Wrapped around the point where it's apparently meant to be gripped is some sort of leather... fake bear-hide, you'd guess from the claws dangling from it. The head is steel, but chipped and scored, as if it had been repurposed by an inexpert smith, but it still manages to look impressively sharp. The shaft is made of smoothed, dark wood, wrapped here and there with more leather strips. A few feathers also decorate it near the fur wrap. You stand on tiptoe a bit to try and touch the fur, then yelp as what feels like a static shock stings your fingers. Then you crumple to the ground bonelessly.\n\nYou slowly come to, finding the lighting dim and flickering... flames? Yes, there's a fire nearby, you can feel the warmth washing over you. Somehow you feel relaxed and languid... sort of like how you imagine a cat must feel most of the time. You're laying on something soft... fur? Yes, fur, you think as you run your fingers over it. Then you push yourself up a bit, feeling an unfamiliar weight on both your chest and against your thigh. You look down, blinking at the amazing sight before you.\n\nA pair of huge bare breasts is attached to your chest. You've never exactly been great at judging bra sizes, but you'd have to figure these are at least an E cup. The nipples are pierced with little ivory bars, what looks like some sort of carnivorous animal's teeth capping the sides of the bars to make tribalistic barbells. You keep looking down, past a chiseled stomach with abs better than most male athletes you've seen, and spot the figurative anaconda in your lap. The immense cock is fat and long despite being limp, you'd guess at least over a foot. You run your hands through your hair and find that part of your head is shaved, the rest of it hosting thick, black, straight hair.\n\nThat odd easygoing feeling permeating your thoughts allows you to keep it together as you examine the rest of your body. You're powerfully-muscled, your limbs still lean and shapely enough to be obviously feminine despite the obvious muscle. Your arms are marked with curving black tribal tattoos and what look like some ritual scars... and some of the regular kind, too, you can see on your belly and legs.\n\nYou seem to be in a large leather tent, laying on a bed of stacked furs. There's some crude but sturdy-looking furniture, and a firepit nearby where the light's coming from. What you guess are wine or waterskins dangle from some hooks, and there's a plate with mostly-stripped bones on the table.\n\n<hr>\n[[... Huh.|ShemaleBarbarian1]]

"Well, I mean... I suppose I kind of have always wanted to be a witch, at least a little bit," you admit, slowly starting to smile. "I always have at least one witch costume, so... maybe it was inevitable."\n\n"Yes! Absolutely, Myistress!" Zane says happily, bouncing in place and batting one hand in the air, tail flicking enthusiastically. "I'll help make you into a wonderful witch, you'll see!"\n\n"Um, does it involve a lot of study? Or... selling my soul to dark powers?" you ask, a little bit after the fact.\n\n"No no no. Yes. I mean, you <i>can</i> do those things, if you want?" Zane hedges, tilting his head a bit. "But they aren't myandatory or anything. Part of my training as a familiar is that I come already knowing a lot of spells, and I can just help you focus to cast them. I mean, if you want to be a reeeeally powerful witch, and make reality bend to your whims even without me, then I could help you get in contact with a demon. Or if you just want to be independent and know all the rituals and spells on your own, so that I can spend more time nyapping, I'll totally help you study! It's all about what you want, Myistress!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's contact a demon!|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[Let's study some magic!|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[Let's get ready for the party.|HollyWitch1x4]]

"..." You just stare at him for a moment, before your brain decides to deal with this in the only way it can think to. "Um. You stay right there," you command, pointing at him.\n\nHe blinks, his ears twitching. "Mya?" But he just cranes his head to look after you as you go scrambling upstairs. You quickly go looking through your closet. Obviously your current clothes wouldn't fit him, besides you being taller and, well, yeah. But eventually you find an old favorite black sweater of yours that's both old and shrank in the wash but you haven't gotten rid of for sentimental reasons, and an old pair of black boyshorts that you used to sleep in before they... shrunk in the wash too, yeah. With those, you hurry back downstairs.\n\nA moment later, Zane is looking a bit like a cat wearing a leash, in that he's hunched down some and looking a bit like he wants to crumple to the floor and not move under the weight of the sweater. He raises a hand, slender fingers curling a little as if he were going to make a paw and bat at the front of the sweater before he stops himself. "M... Myistress, what's with these clothes?"\n\n<img src="/images/Zane.png">\n\n"I just think it's a good idea for you to wear clothes," you say, trying to adapt to the fact that you're apparently explaining to your humanform new cat about clothing.\n\n"I'm a cat, I'm supposed to be naked, mya!" Zane protests, flinging his arms out to the sides and flailing them a bit, his tail sticking out and fluffing up.\n\n"Look this is strange enough without you being naked and giving me weird thoughts, okay?!" you shout back, doing a bit of flailing yourself.\n\n"... Nyaha?" Zane suddenly smirks in particularly catlike fashion, tail flicking back and forth as he puts a fingertip to his lip. "My my mya, is Myistress thinking wicked things about her cute new familiar?"\n\nBlushing brightly, you just look at him for a moment, before reaching out to boop his nose, making him give a kittenish squeak. "Okay, listen you. This is also strange enough without you flirting. ... Right off the bat. I've never seen a cat that could do... this. I thought you were... well, a costume accessory!"\n\n"It's a really authentic costume!" Zane says cheerfully, snickering as you give him a flat look. "What's the matter, Myistress? Don't you want to be a witch? I have lots and lots of spells I could let you cast. 'Tis the season for such things, after all!"\n\n<hr>\n[[No!|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[... Well. 'Tis the season.|HollyWitch1x3]]

It seems unfair to leave him in that little carrier for however long it would take you to go around. So maybe you'll lose a roll of toilet paper or some ceramic googaw, still no reason to leave a poor little kitty lingering in a box. You bend down and undo the clasp on the carrier, swinging the door open, the cat immediately prancing out fancy-as-you-please and coming to stand in front of you.\n\nYou yelp and stagger back a few steps as there's a sudden <i>pomf</i> and a cloud of purple smoke rises up from around the cat. What the heck?! It clears quickly though, and your eyes widen at what looks like a boy of about fifteen standing there. He's sleek, pretty, and a bit toned, with dark hair clipped short and rather distinctive purple eyes... and a pair of cat ears atop his head. Your eyes are drawn downward by the flick of his tail, which of course puts them right on his... well, it's a rather pretty cock, really, fitting his overall sleek and slender build.\n\n"Thank you, Myistress, it was awfully boring in there," he says cheerfully, putting a hand across his bare waist and the other behind his back, bowing towards you. "My name is Zane, and I am your new familiar. I'm at your service of course, mya."\n\n<hr.\n[[... c-cute... must touch...|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[Purple catboy needs clothes, badly.|HollyWitch1x2]]

Angling to head across the yard and to the fence, you open it up, the boys murmuring a bit more behind you. "It's such a lovely Halloween night," you expound with a glance over your shoulder, winking again. "With a lovely full moon. Might as well enjoy it, right?" For emphasis, you reach back and flip the back flap of your dress aside, flashing your bare ass at them. After that they certainly seem eager to agree.\n\nSashaying across to a nice large area of open grass, you turn and start undoing the faux-corset, letting them all stand and watch as you draw it off and toss it aside. Knowing you can easily enough fix it later, you snag the bottom of one of the hip-slits and smoothly pull it open, tearing the dress up the side until it parts completely, falling away from your naked body and leaving you in nothing but the hat, choker, necklaces, and flats. Raising a hand, you beckon to the two stunned boys in the lead, both of them drawing in as if mesmerized. You coo softly as you reach down, rubbing their stiff pricks through the front of their jeans, before deftly undoing said jeans and fishing out those hard teenage cocks. You're not sure if these two were just already fairly well-endowed, if you've got them particularly turned-on, or maybe it's the full moon... you sort of recall an old wive's tale about full moons making men harder and longer than usual.\n\nWhatever it is, you do have a fair bit to stroke as you begin gently jerking them both off, their moans and gasps sounding muffled through their masks. That's actually kind of sexy, so since the others are similarly starting to eagerly open up their pants or even shed clothing, you announce, "But remember, the masks stay on, boys. Only wolves get to fuck this witch," you add with a giggle as they hesitate briefly, then all start eagerly nodding. \n\nSoon you're on all fours, one of the masked boys pounding into your pussy from behind, his hands gripping your waist and his hips slapping against your ass to make it jiggle. You've arched your back up to jut your tits forward, the boy in front of you pressing them together, his fingers sinking into the sides a bit as he thrusts his prick between them, your boobs jiggling with the impact of his own hips, nipples jutting out stiff in the cool night air. You coo up at him, eyes sparkling as you make little encouraging sounds, urging both of them on as they fuck you with all the lack of technique but utter enthusiasm of youth. Gathered around you are the rest of the group, many in just their masks, with possibly a shirt left on here and there, stroking and jerking their eager, throbbing young pricks under the light of the full moon, eyes gazing out hungry and jealous and impatient for their turn from behind their wolf masks.\n\nOf course the flip side of lack of experience is that it doesn't take long before both boys to moan loudly and thrust forward, one spilling himself inside your pussy and the other cumming all over your tits, thick spurts of white gushing up out of your cleavage and dribbling all over the slopes of your boobs. But they're quickly enough replaced by another pair, another werewolf-masked teen pushing into your already cum-smeared pussy. The one that moves in front, though, you lower your head, this time wrapping your mouth around his prick and starting to bob your head some as you rock back against the thrusts of the other. The brim of your witch's hat gets pushed up by his stomach and chest as you urge him into fucking your face, your cum-smeared tits now hanging down under you, dripping bits of thick white cream down onto the grass.\n\n'Mmmm, but I don't want them to stop being bad boys,' you think with glee as the fresh pair continue eagerly pounding you, feeling those eager slaps of hips against your generous rear and how much the one in front is throbbing against your tongue. You're not sure where the thought comes from, but you realize that it would be just as easy to... stoke that wickedness up. To take advantage of the date, and the full moon, and their choice of costume, and do something very, very naughty indeed. And as your pussy is filled once again and hot, sweet-salty teenage cum pours over your tongue and down your throat, you resolve to do exactly that.\n\nThe latest pair falls back from you as if suddenly exhausted. But the others certainly don't care, and you quickly take another pair of them in your pussy and mouth, while beckoning two more over so you can start jerking them off. You moan and coo around a mouthful of cock to encourage all four of them, the ones at your sides just as eagerly fucking into your hands as the ones forward and behind are fucking your holes. Your tits are left to swing even more freely below you, unhampered by your arms and now on full display, cum-moisturized skin glistening in the moonlight. Almost too soon you've urged these four over the edge, the two fucking your hands groaning and spurting far enough to paint your hanging tits again, while the ones behind and forward both pull out, shuddering as they spurt their loads across your round, pale ass and your smirking face.\n\nThey all topple backwards as if exhausted too, leaving just one more boy, one you've already fucked once. He looks just a bit worried at the sudden collapse of his friends, but doesn't resist as you pull him down onto his back in the grass and swing astride him, sliding your now well-used pussy over his cock and starting to ride, moaning and cooing eagerly down at him. His eyes behind his mask quickly go from vaguely concerned to completely glazed with lust... and then more and more lust floods them, drowning out all the human thought as they turn red. He lets out a growl as he reaches out to grab your hips and starts bucking up into you, even as that mask of his starts looking less and less like cheap rubber, the once blunt fangs now sharp and glistening in the moonlight. The once obviously fake fur now spreads down from the neck of the mask and over his shoulders and chest, which are swelling and broadening with muscle... even as you can feel his cock changing shape inside you, growing steadily longer and much thicker, the tip tapering to a point that jabs deeper inside you, your pussylips starting to thump against a swelling at the base.\n\nAll around you, the other boys are starting to rise... except they're not boys anymore. Aleady having absorbed the moonlight and your more deliberate urging of the wickedness inside them to take concrete form, by the time they reach their feet they're already towering, lumbering werewolves, canine muzzles drawn back to bare their teeth, powerful arms ending in long-fingered hands tipped with impressive claws. And more than that, their cocks jut from their sheaths, all of them massive, glistening red rockets, vein-lined crimson pricks eager to fuck without restraint... as the now fully-transformed werewolf beneath you shows, snarling as he grips your waist more firmly, virtually encircling it with his large hands as he pounds his canine cock up into your cunt. Soon one of the other wolves has moved behind you, pointed tip of his prick pushing into your pucker, sliding deep into your ass while another begins fucking your face, your hands wrapping around two more eager wolfcocks as the lumbering beasts step expectantly into position. Your eyes roll at the feel of those inhuman, enchanted pricks slamming into your ass and pussy, your throat bulging with it and the wetness coating that powerful puppy prick smearing all over your lips and chin as his knot thumps against your mouth.\n\nThere's not a single bit of human thought or memory left in those blazing red eyes as they gaze down or up at you, just sheer animal lust and desire, a base intelligence to serve and fuck their owner... you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn them loose once you're done with them.|HollyWitch1ax1]]\n\n[[Keep them. Forever.|HollyWitch1x8]]

You lick your lips and grin at the thought. A bunch of eager teenage cock and you won't even get in trouble for it? Well, too, apparently you'll be improving society a bit too by putting the boys on a more kind and caring path. That's totally the real reason you're doing this, you assure yourself as you set your bag down against the car tire.\n\nTotally.\n\nWinking at Zane as his signal to make himself scarce, you saunter down the street towards the boys as the cat leaps off your shoulder and goes scurrying back towards the house, no doubt to find a good spot to watch from. (You somehow have little doubt he'll be able to get inside just fine if he needs to, despite the door being locked.) You sashay along the sidewalk, steadily approaching the group of teens where they're lurking with their stash of vandalism-fodder.\n\nAs you approach, they all suddenly go quiet, some of them looking like they're about to go scurrying off. But perhaps it's the sexiness of your costume that keeps them standing there staring instead. All of them seem to be dressed as werewolves, with masks of varying levels of authenticity, though most of them are just wearing said masks and normal clothes. "Hi, boys!" you call cheerfully, raising a hand to wave to them. \n\n"Yeah, whadda you want?" one of them says in a sulky tone. My my, how rude. You're definitely going to have to fix him! you think as you reach out to cup his crotch and start fondling it, fingers rubbing and squeezing gently. You watch his eyes widen behind the mask, and hear a gasp from the boy across from him as you reach over to start doing the same.\n\n"Mm, I want some cock," you coo, continuing to rub both of them, their dicks having rapidly become stiff and throbbing through their jeans. You take your hands away to reach up, pulling down the front of your witch robe and letting your bare tits come spilling out. That seems to have them staring more than ever, mouths visibly agape no matter what sort of mask they're wearing, pretty much. You smile and give your shoulders a shake to make your boobs wobble for them, then tug the front back up... well, halfway or so, still leaving the tops of your rosy nipples visible. "So why don't the lot of you come back to my place and give it to me?" you add, winking before turning and sauntering back towards your house, making sure to sway your hips enough to make your ass shake for them.\n\nAs you might have expected, they immediately come scurrying after you, abandoning the bags of toilet paper and eggs. There's a little bit of excited murmuring, mostly some exchanges of "Dude!" back and forth, but they seem to feel that if they speak up too much it might thwart whatever good fortune has visited this opportunity on them. Giggling a little to yourself, you decide to lead them to the-\n\n<hr>\n[[-living room.|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[-back yard.|HollyWitch1x7]]

You open your mouth to brush off the idea... then close it and consider. Then you grin as you ask, "Well, what would you suggest, Zane?"\n\n"Ooo, there's lots of spells that are good for punishing naughty boys like that," Zane purrs, tail lashing against your back with excitement as he settles onto your shoulder. "There's the Chocolate Mouse Curse, that's my favorite for an obvious reason, you can turn them into little mice and catch them to punish them more later!"\n\n"There's a movie like that, isn't there?"\n\n"That spell might be a little famous, but I promise you won't lose your hair or toes, Myistress. But there's also the Pretty Nice Children spell that will turn them into their own worst nightmare of what a sweet, well-behaved kid is like, with an added twist, nyahaha! And if you think turning them into something cute is good, even better is the Teddy Bear Tantrum hex, that's even cuter and sillier!"\n\n"Hm... don't all of those risk someone finding out, some way or another, though...?"\n\n"It doesn't usually come up, Myistress, witches get special abilities to seem harmless to parents and authorities. But if you're worried about that, there's always the Pleasure Island Trap... it creates a space that only exists in a magical realm, so they'd go there instead of here. And, well, there's one other thing you could do, nya..."\n\n"What's that?"\n\n"Well, you could fuck the wicked right out of them," Zane says cheerfully, making you start a little. "And into yourself, nya! They'd become nice, well-behaved boys after it was all done... and you'd have more magic to work with!"\n\nThose are certainly some interesting options! Still, you've already decided these boys need an attitude adjustment... or maybe just some outright punishment. The best spell seems to be...\n\n<hr>\n[[The Chocolate Mouse Curse.|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[The Pretty Nice Children Spell.|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[The Teddy Bear Tantrum Hex.|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[The Pleasure Island Trap.|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[Fuck the wicked out of them.|HollyWitch1x6]]

"Actually, we'd better start getting ready for the party," you note, glancing at a clock. "I did buy the costume so that I could go, after all. I'll make any decisions about becoming a witchy-er witch later."\n\n"Oooo, a party!" Zane coos, stepping in and rubbing his head at your side, making you blush a bit as he winds up bumping his head against your boob. "Sounds fun, I wanna go nya!"\n\n"A-ah, of course, Zane, but can you... you can turn back into a cat, right?"\n\n"Of course! It's super easy!" Indeed, there's a puff of purple smoke, and the cute teenage boy that had been at your side is replaced by the cute young cat you walked out of the store with. He leaps up towards you and you catch him mostly by reflex... at least a cat rubbing its head against your chest is less embarrassing. "Just like it's easy to make it so that only you can hear me talking! To everyone else it will just sound like 'meow', nya."\n\n"Well that's handy," you coo, smiling and scritching at his ears. "Well, come on then, I need to get some things ready, and then by the time I get dressed it will be after dark and time to go."\n\nYou bustle about the house getting prepared, and eventually return to your bedroom to change. You are indeed a little embarrassed to get naked in front of Zane, especially knowing that he's not exactly the average cat... but you resolve yourself, since he is your familiar and all. Still, those purple eyes watching you intently as you slip out of your jeans and sweater, and then peel your underwear down over your full round ass, and free your jiggling tits from your bra, all of it feels rather... wicked. Especially since those eyes are intent and following you, your new cat apparently quite focused on taking in the sight of your naked body. But being at least a little wicked... maybe it's the fact you're going to be a witch, but it feels good. And maybe that's why you close your underwear drawer without getting anything out of it.\n\nInstead you unzip the garment bag and pull out its contents. The main part of it is a black dress, about what you'd expect of a witch costume, thin black material with wide sleeves. This version, however, has a long skirt instead of a more robelike lower half... one that's slit way, way up the sides. Pulling it on over your head and tugging it into place, it hugs up against your chest and provides a very generous amount of cleavage while still offering something in the way of support, keeping your boobs lifted up and presented. The slits up the sides bare a fair amount of your legs and hips all the way up to the waist, making you feel even more daring about going commando, since it will be rather obvious to anyone who sees just how much of your hips are showing that you are. There's a purple corset to go with the dress, obviously not designed for full compression, but winding it around your middle does emphasize your figure nicely, and break up the expanse of black with a nice dark, witchy color. For accessories there are several necklaces decorated with numerous charms of bats, cats, frogs, and other witchy, Halloween-y things, clinking together energetically once they're all on, and bouncing a little on your chest every time you move to help highlight the unrestrained nature of your breasts. You clip on the choker with its little cat-head symbol (small purple jewels for eyes), slip on a pair of black flats, and for the finishing touch open up the hatbox and give the hat a shake, popping the conical part of the hat out to its full extension before placing it on your head.\n\n"How do I look?" you ask, winking at Zane and striking a bit of a pose with one bare hip outthrust. \n\n"Aaaah, Myistress, can we do some naughty things before we go to the party?" the cat whines in return, rolling partway onto his back and batting his paws in the air. "You look soooo good!"\n\nBlushing some, you clear your throat. Knowing how cute he is as a boy, you're certainly tempted, but instead you say, "Maybe after the party. It's rude to be late, and whatever sort of witch I decide to be, it won't be a rude one."\n\n"That's good sense, nya," Zane admits as you walk over, waiting for him to leap up onto your shoulder. "Don't forget your wand, Myistress!"\n\n"Hm?" Blinking, you walk back to the garment bag and poke around in it, finally finding the small pouch with a slender length of wood in it. You flick it through the air a few times, staring as it leaves faint trails of purple light in its wake. "Oh, very nice!" Smiling at the realization that you're certainly going to have one of the best costumes at the party... or at least the most accurate... you head out of the room and down the stairs, your boobs jiggling with every step you descend. Snagging the bag with your party gifts in it, you heft it onto the shoulder Zane's not riding and step out.\n\nNight has fallen as you exit the house, or at least very late evening, the street lamps and various decorations aglow. You turn to lock the door, then head for your car, pausing as you hear a whoop of laughter from further down the street. Stopping at the car door, you peer down, and spot a clump of uncostumed teenagers lurking near a corner, off the sidewalk and in the grass to avoid any passing groups of parents and trick-or-treaters... and probably to avoid the illumination of the street lamps. They all look like they're snickering and jeering at each other, shoving one another about, while several garbage bags rest nearby. "Those boys," you grumble.\n\n"Hm? Hooligans, Myistress?" Zane asks, leaning up high and to the side on your shoulder to take a look as well.\n\n"That's a good word for it. They're from a few neighborhoods over as far as anyone knows, but they like to come here and commit their vandalism and mischief. I bet those bags are full to the brim with toilet paper rolls and crates of eggs." You sigh a little and shake your head. "Knowing them, they'll take my not being here as an excuse to steal all the candy I left out and then egg the door double what they'd usually do."\n\n"Nyoho, but punishing naughty children is one of the things witches are good at, Myistress," Zane asserts, purple eyes sparkling as he looks at you. "Let's get 'em!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, get 'em!|HollyWitch1x5]]\n\n[[No, that's too far.|HollyWitch2x1]]

"Just making myself some cookies. Afraid they're not wrapped, or done yet for that matter," you answer, dishing out handfuls of candy. "Great costumes!" you add, trying not to look too much at the areas in which their costumes are lacking. In the end you really have no idea how old they actually are, after all.\n\n"Thank you~," both of them chirp, before turning and hurrying off, and you wind up staring a little anyway. Damn, that thong back is barely there, and the catgirl jiggles in back as well as the front. Shaking your head, you step back and close the door. \n\nEventually the cookies have been finished, and you eat them while surfing Halloween specials and horror movies. Eventually you glance at the time and, deciding the trick-or-treaters have pretty much exhausted their window of opportunity, get up and turn the porch light off before returning to the Nightmare on Elm Street movie you've settled on.\n\nAbout a half hour later there's a knock at the door, then a buzz of the bell, then a knock again. ... Seriously? You glance over at the door, frowning. This late, with the lights off? \n\n<hr>\n[[Ignore it.|BuddyOct17x3]]\n\n[[Ask who it is.|BuddySis1x1]]\n\n[[Just answer it.|BuddyOct]]

"We'll break into two teams of three and one team of two," you decide. "That way one person in each of the teams of three can always be on guard and the other two can concentrate on searching. That should lower the increased time at least a little, and that way we can have both security and mobility." While Vasquez looks a little sour still, Miunil seems pleased. "Alright, Vasquez, Xinin, you're with me. Edelfelt, Mikasa, Deunan, try to find the computer core or engineering or anywhere we can get a good systems access. Miunil, K'ch'k'l, make your way to where we estimated the bridge to be, see if you can do anything with that."\n\nThere's a chorus of "Aye, sir" as the others break off into their groups and move away, with the two you named stepping up. "Where will we be headed, Sir?" Vasquez asks, the fit, tan-skinned woman with her close-cropped hair and dark eyes all business now. \n\n"We're going to look around for anything 'interesting' that might have attracted the archaeology team, obviously," you reply, raising your weapon to a ready position. "Xinin, you're on overwatch."\n\n"Yes, sir," the blue-skinned alien replies. She's quite a picture... her hair's half black, half white, pulled up in a bun high on the back of her head that mostly shows black, her bangs falling around a pair of thick horns rising from her forehead. Her eyes are bright yellow, with a pair of white marks on her cheeks pointing at the bridge of her nose. Beneath the CHS she seems quite fit, though the skimpy nature of the garment shows off one or two scars... and, of course, the bulge beneath the black material, practically framed by the yellow armor at her crotch. A moment later she adds quietly, "Sir, your safety's on."\n\n"... Thank you, Lieutenant," you murmur, reaching out to tap the control with your thumb. "Alright, let's go. If you see anything that looks like it might have fascinated a nerd, call out."\n\nThe three of you head down the corridor, yourself and Vasquez scanning the walls and ceiling for any signs of markers, panels, or anything else that might have snagged someone's attention, while Xinin concentrates on watching and listening for movement, occasionally swinging around to check behind you. Several times you approach arches with closed double sliding doors, but they remain closed at your approach, and lack any visible panels or access points.\n\n"I really don't like this, sir," Vasquez hisses. You realize none of you has spoken above a whisper since you separated from the main group... it's almost impossible to even think of doing so. Somehow the silence on this ship is... loud. Pressing in around you, making you feel like it would muffle your words or choke you if you did speak normally. "This place doesn't <i>feel</i> right. How did they even open these doors?"\n\n"Maybe they're extremely reliant on biometric scanners and they're not working, either because the power's down or because we don't match their physiology," you answer, trying to keep your voice even... but whispering it lends a softly desperate tone to your words, and you decide to shut up.\n\nYou pass several more closed doors, before Vasquez mutters "Finally" under her breath before rising back up to a more audible whisper. "Sir, that door there, it actually has an access panel."\n\n"Let's check it out," you say immediately, not bothering to hide your relief. The three of you move to the side of the door, Xinin falling into a guard position as you examine the panel. It's definitely lit up... there's a glowing green bar next to a fainter, barely illuminated red one, that seems an obvious way to open the door. Though you also notice that there's a faint outline on the panel below... it looks vaguely like a hand, though it has three fingers and a thumb, all of them longer and thinner then a standard humanoid one with points at the tips. There's also a hole next to the panel, and a glance inside shows that there's a handle grip for a circular turn, much like some of the ones on various pieces of the Venture. "Actually got some writing here," you note, looking at the markings above the hole.\n\n"I... think that says 'Emergency Release'. Maybe," Xinin says after a glance.\n\nYou blink. "You can read it?"\n\n"It's more of an educated guess, sir. It looks vaguely like Old Devonian, a dead language from my planet, but the basis for a lot of the modern ones. Between that and the positioning..."\n\nYou nod. Seems like solid logic to you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Press the green button.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Try the handprint.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Try the emergency release.|TrekF]]

You decide that you'll take a look at the alien ship. The team did seem very interested in it... these archaeologists specialized in relic spaceships and whatnot, it's entirely possible they got so focused on the ship that they've all just wandered into some communications blackout spot on it and forgotten to check in. (Hey, optimism never hurts. Much.) Since this is your first time on this type of mission, you bring up the protocol for it. Turns out there's a pretty specific one, too, so you're glad you looked it up. A team investigating an unknown "space hulk" when communications with other explorers have gone dark is to do so while armed with Combat Phaser Rifles and wearing the CHS-133769. Turns out that means 'Combat Hazard Suit'... gear designed for potentially unsafe environments that might also involve combat, and is thus designed for "maximizing maneuverability on the field balanced with protection". You're not surprised that it's sort of skimpy, considering the somewhat bent setting you're in, but rules are rules and with a sigh you stand and head down to the nearest armory to suit up.\n\nYou quickly locate the locker with the CHS suits and take one out, eyeing it balefully for a moment before stripping down and putting your uniform and boots into another locker and keying in your security code. The first thing is to step into the one-piece main body of the garment, hauling it up your legs and into place, mmfing a little at the feel of the stretchy, somewhat latex-like material seemingly adhering to your skin. The front of the crotch and around the hips has some solid white 'armor', though it stops just above your sex, leaving the material to display a rather prominent cameltoe should anyone look, and similarly outlining your ass completely since the loops of the armor only go straight across in back. You bring the collar of it up and fasten it around your neck, and the rest of the garment quickly seals itself to you, hugging against your breasts... but leaving the sides of them showing, as well as most of your back. Shaking your head at the idea that this is supposed to be combat armor, you pull on the shoulder-height glossy gloves and the mid-thigh glossy black boots before applying the rest of the armor sections, covering most of your right arm and your legs just below the start of the underlayer boots. You also attach the accompanying signal boosters to either side of your head, where they hug atop your hair and cup around the back of your ears. On tapping your security code into the watch at your wrist, the armor sections turn from white to red, and the white line going across your chest becomes outlined in red lines top and bottom as well. Taking a brief look in a nearby mirror, you shake your head one more time before opening a weapons cabinet and hauling out an updated combat phaser rifle.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/g3HViqr.jpg>\n\nThough the rest of the prescribed garb seems silly, at least the weapon seems firm and real enough in your hands. Making sure that the safety's on, you head to the transporter room where you're due to meet up with the other seven members of the team. Upon arriving you notice that the team is mostly female, with just a few guys (and at least one person of mixed sex, considering the bulge at the front of her CHS. Man, how come the guy versions have shorts, at least? ... Well, all of them are showing bulge too, so you guess it's not much better.) Most of them are wearing yellow armor, though there's one with red like you. At a glance you're fairly certain you know most of them from reviewing the security personnel files, so you step up onto the platform and wait for them to join you before nodding at the transporter tech. "Energize."\n\nThe transporter room fuzzes around the edges and glows white, and then you find yourself in an exceptionally dim corridor. The floor, walls, and ceiling are all a dull, flat brass color, at least once the lights built into the signal boosters turn on and shine a beam wherever you're looking. The walls bear angular black accents, but no sign of markings that might be language or indicators. At least you don't immediately see any bright red splatters or gore, you think to yourself in relief. \n\n"Reading some strange foreign bodies in the air," one of the crewmen in yellow says, looking down at the scanning device in his hand. "But the ionization screens seem to be filtering it out just fine."\n\n"No life signs. No power signs either," Vasquez notes, her lips pursing a little. "Except I can see that the lights are on at least a little. Chemical illumination maybe...?"\n\nYou nod slowly, do another glance around, then shift your rifle a bit in your grip. "Alright, everyone, let's split up and start looking for those scientists," you say, since that was also part of the procedure you read. It didn't seem that great of an idea to you, but-"\n\n"Commander."\n\nYou're a little shocked to be interrupted, and look over. The speaker is the other person in red, the white line on her uniform only having a line of color on the underside... so a Lieutenant Commander, one rank under you. She has grey hair despite her apparent youth, and red eyes. "Lieutenant Commander... Miunil, right?" you hazard, wracking your brain for the name to go with her face. "You came on board a few days ago at the starbase. Aren't you assigned to the helm rotation?"\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/hEWyR50.png>\n\n"Yes, sir," she answers. "But I only recently transferred to Tactical from Security. When I was at the Academy I actually took the space hulk specialization course, which is why Mr. Wolf assigned me to this mission."\n\n"And you have a problem with the protocol...?" you ask with a frown. You've been doing your best to keep your head down and not make waves by following the book as closely as possible, you're not sure you like the idea of anyone upsetting that. \n\n"Sir, the official space hulk protocols are a barely-tweaked version of any standard security sweep mission statement. The specialists at the Academy have been trying to get them updated for years but you know how bureaucracy is." Apparently realizing she may have overstepped herself with that comment, she colors a little and clears her throat. "But, sir, in the space hulk courses, it was standard for us to divide into teams of no smaller than two, so someone always has someone else to watch their back. I suggest we do so."\n\n"We were supposed to sweep this place and report in within three hours," Vasquez says a little sourly, adding her own slightly belated "Sir" to Miunil. "Moving in teams of two with keeping track of a partner at all times could turn that into eight hours or more."\n\n"I understand that, but space hulks can be really hazardous, especially if it's a race we're not familiar with." Miunil looks at you expectantly, the rest doing so a moment later.\n\n<hr>\n[[Split up completely.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Four teams of two.|TrekF8x1]]\n\n[[Two teams of three, one team of two.|TrekF7x2]]

"Ah, I'm afraid you can't come in, I have... company," you lie, suddenly remembering precisely what you've got on the TV in the other room. If she stayed in the hallway it might not be a problem, but youngsters do tend to wander. You assume. "I've got some safety pins though, give me just one second."\n\nShe'd been starting to look dejected, but perks up a little bit at the sound of that. "Oh, thank you!"\n\nYou hurry to the nearby laundry room and grab several small safety pins, returning and handing them over. The girl thanks you and does a quick fix on her top, after which you give her a generous handful of candy in addition, and she trots off seeming satisfied enough. You close the door and ponder for a moment, before heading in and turning off the porn. Probably for the best, just in case. But left without that, what to do to pass the time? Hm. ... Well, you're no pro chef, but you make a mean carrot cake cookie. Maybe you can make some of those in the shape of pumpkins or something, just to have something to do with yourself.\n\nThe first batch are in the oven when there's another ring of the doorbell. Just figures. You glance at the time... eh, there's still a little while left, even if it's a slightly longer-than-usual trick-or-treat session you should be back in plenty of time before they burn. You head over to the door and grab the candy bowl again, opening up. You have to admit you're a little shocked at the sight beyond... both of the girls standing on your doorstep look like they're definitely in the late teens and definitely in the 'too old to be trick-or-treating' demographic, probably at least seventeen or so. Generally it's only the cuteness of their faces that has you assuming they're not adults. One's dressed in a very cute black, pink, and white witch's getup with a skirt that barely comes to the bottom of her hips, and with her long blonde hair, huge blue eyes, sweet smile, and the dressed-up stuffed bear she's holding, that definitely helps with the image that she might not be a full grownup... well, that and she's pretty well-endowed in the chest. Still she's got nothing on the other girl, who has at least a few cup sizes on her... at least that's how it looks since they're practically bare. The second girl is wearing nothing but a set of white strips to form a sort of bikini, though it's a scarce one even then, as well as cat-gloves, a headband with catears, a tail (you can't even see how it's attached from here), and thigh-highs.\n\n<img src="images/NyN0DGZ.png"> <img src="images/UvfRMvE.png">\n\n"Trick or treat!" they both call, striking cute poses to go with their exuberant cry.\n\n"Oh hey wow, something smells good," the practically naked catgirl says, lifting her head and sniffing a few times. \n\n<hr>\n[[Give them candy and send them on their way.|BuddyOct17x2]]\n\n[[Invite them in for cookies.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Hahaha these are clearly hookers!|BuddyOct]]

Yeah, a graveyard at midnight on Halloween... even most of your more adventurous friends can't say they've done that! Sure it's cheesy and cliche as hell, and you're probably likely to run into a bunch of goth teenagers doing a stupid ritual at one of the spookier-looking grave statues than anything else, but at least you can say you did it.\n\nYou soon arrive at the graveyard... it's one of the older ones in town, and probably wouldn't be so close to an upscale residential area if not for that. The outer wall has been renovated several times, but is still almost trivially easy to find a low spot and hop over. Hands still in your pockets, you stroll along, mindful to keep off of any of the graves and stick to the paths where possible... you're here to experience the graveyard on Halloween, not be a dick, after all. It's a kind of interesting place... the graves bear everything from small, simple flat markers to more classical tombstones, and there's even a smattering of proper statues and actual tombs. It'd likely look rather interesting and eclectic in the daytime... at night you have to admit it's rather creepy, especially with how quiet it is. There's not so much as a cricket chirping... but then it is getting into fall so maybe the crickets are busy preparing to mooch off of ants through the winter.\n\nYou pause though as you come through a little almost corridor of tall, wide monuments higher than your head. Up ahead of you, on a bit of a hill and beneath a tree, is another person. They're sitting on one of the classy stone benches that have been put at various places around the yard, her pale, delicate hands resting on her bare knees. Actually she seems to only be wearing some sort of variation on a "little black dress"... even her feet are bare, and her long black hair is a little disheveled, shifting here and there in some breeze that's apparently able to touch the top of the hill. She's gazing out across the graveyard with such a forelorn expression that you really don't think this is someone who came here on a lark... or if she was, obviously things haven't gone the way she wanted them to.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go speak to her.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Leave her alone.|BuddyOct17ax1]]\n\n[[Watch for awhile.|BuddyOct17x7]]

Normally you wouldn't be particularly wary of strangers, but, well... it's literally the middle of the night, in a graveyard. She might have disreputable friends waiting just nearby... or a large, jealous boyfriend about to come back any minute. So for now you just hang back, remaining largely in the shadows of the monuments. You don't want to leave her completely on her own just in case she really is in trouble, but for now you want to assess the situation.\n\nIt's quiet for awhile, and you can see that she's not moving much, just gazing out across the graveyard as if waiting. You're just about to change your mind and decide whether to approach her or leave when you hear something... something that doesn't make a lot of sense, since it sounds a lot like hooffalls on pavement. Your eyes widen though at the sight of not just a horse, but a horse in imposing black barding trotting along one of the pathways. Astride its back is a figure also wrapped in intimidating-looking black fullplate, though something about it seems... off. You're not sure why, maybe it's just because that's something your mind knows shouldn't happen, but you realize that the armored figure <i>doesn't have a head</i>. Other than that it's holding one of its arms oddly, the other guiding the horse's reins, and now you realize that beneath the arcs of armor plating on its barding, the steed's eyes glow like oil lanterns, casting a flash of light briefly over the girl on the bench as the mounted thing pulls up to one side in front of her.\n\nThe black-haired girl looks terrified, and you can't say you blame her... your own legs are quivering like mad, and you're not sure how they're staying under you. You watch as the figure lets go of the reins and stretches its gauntleted hand out towards the girl, and she flinches, cowering a little.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have to do something!|BuddyOct17x8]]\n\n[[That something is stay right here.|BuddyOct]]

Grumbling, you move over to the external lightswitches and flick the one for the outdoor event lights a few times, causing the near-floodlight level brights to flash at them. As expected you hear a number of shrieks and yowls as the pack of miscreants gets spooked and goes running, no doubt leaving some of their TP and egg cartons behind. You sigh as you move over to the window and look out at the white streamers hanging from tree branches and bushes, and at least one egg smashed right on a window.\n\nAs you catch yourself thinking about what it's going to cost to have your handyman take care of this for you, you realize you haven't had a single bit of real fun this Halloween. The closest you came is indulging yourself with a batch of carrot cake cookies and watching an old movie, isn't that sort of... well, lame? You'd have never put up with this when you were younger! You'd have done something exciting! While it's kind of late in the game to try and go to a friend's party, you could at least do something. Maybe take a walk outside by yourself on Halloween night... it is getting close to midnight, after all, and there are several interesting places nearby you could be by the time it hits. Wouldn't you at least like to say you were doing something classic and even a bit stereotypical at Midnight on Halloween?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go out for a walk.|BuddyOct17x5]]\n\n[[Go to bed.|BuddyOct]]

Yeah, you can't let Halloween be a <i>total</i> waste, that would just be sad. You head to your closet and spend a moment perusing your jackets, before settling on the black leather duster... you went through a phase when you were younger, but it still fits, and it certainly seems the most fitting for a Halloween stroll somehow. Feeling a bit cool and dashing despite yourself, you grab your keys and head out the door, trying your best to ignore the spattering of eggs on the wood. You'll deal with it tomorrow.\n\nYou set off down the street, hands in your pockets. There's no sign of the kids who egged your house... or much of anybody, really. As you walk along you do see a few clumps of older trick-or-treaters, though they've got that sort of duality of dull excitement to them, their eyes glazed with tiredness even as they continue to try and rush about excitedly. But by the time you come to the road at the end of the block, you've been on your own for awhile. Now, let's see, you want to go somehwere that's notable and Halloween-ish that you can get to before midnight. Off the top of your head, there's three places you can get to on time, you're pretty sure. There's the graveyard, the woods, or a "haunted" house you and your friends used to whisper about as you went past it when you were younger. Any of those would make a suitably spooky place to be at Midnight, at least to laugh over when you talked about it with your friends later.\n\nJust, which one to go to?\n\n<hr>\n[[Graveyard.|BuddyOct17x6]]\n\n[[Woods.|BuddyOct18x1]]\n\n[[Haunted house.|BuddyOct22x1]]

"Milkshakes," you say, handing the menu back. \n\n"Oh yeah, for sure," Kevin says with a grin. "It's getting hot out there, could definitely use a milkshake."\n\n"Hm, how about a mocha shake, boys?" Tandy beams at your excited nods. "A bit of chocolate to promote good feelings, a bit of caffeine to promote energy, hm?" she continues as she bends down and rummages under the counter briefly, coming up with a pair of frozen metal tumblers... and large, stiff nipples that have both you and Kevin practically slack-jawed. "You know, they say chocolate produces hormones in the brain almost exactly like being in love," she continues as she starts scooping ice cream into the tumblers. She pauses after sliding the door closed, then winks at the two of you. "But I guess in a teenage boy's case, that's probably more like lust, right?"\n\nYou blush and fidget in embarrassment, while Kevin actually smirks a bit... and both of you stare as she slips the tumblers into the milkshake machine and holds onto them... since the vibration of the mixers turning on sends small but very noticeable jiggles through those massive tits and her dress-outlined ass. But soon the show's over and she pours the milkshakes into a pair of glasses, jabbing a thick straw into them and setting them on the counter. "Alright, boys, drink up!" she chirps, grinning.\n\nAfter that show you definitely feel the need for something to help you cool off, and quickly snag one of the shakes and take a long draw on it. You're surprised by just how, well, perfect the milkshake is... thick but smooth and still fairly liquid, just the right amount of cold to be refreshing without numbing your tongue and ruining the flavor. And the flavor is really good too, a strong chocolate-coffee mix that has you feeling good about it almost immediately. In fact, you start feeling really good... maybe it's the sugar rush but you feel warm, almost giddy, squirming in place and feeling excited. You even start to have a reaction downstairs, your young cock stiffening quickly in your jeans. Not an unusual reaction, you're a teenage boy, anything up to and including a warm spring breeze can give you a hardon, but where normally you'd be absolutely mortified at having one in public, now you're too ecstatic and excited to care.\n\nBoth you and Kevin finish the milkshakes at roughly the same time, setting the glasses aside, both of you rather flushed and panting, despite the cold treats. "Oh, it looks like they did get you a bit worked up, hm?" Tandy chirps, catlike green eyes twinkling as she looks across the counter. "Well, don't feel shy about it, you're young, it's spring, there's no one about, just enjoy it!"\n\nYour mind hazed by excitement and arousal, you can only nod, continuing to pant heavily between parted lips. In fact, you feel hot, and it seems the most natural thing in the world to peel off your t-shirt, especially once you see Kevin doing the same thing first. The two of you stand there, slim chests bared in the cool candy shop air, and it takes only a few seconds for both of you to step in and start kissing each other, tongues hungrily delving into each other's mouths as Tandy makes pleased noises, rounding the counter while keeping her eyes on both of you rather hungrily.\n\nAs your hands roam over Kevin's chest and back, sliding up and down and occasionally tweaking at his stiff nipples, his similar motions making you moan and writhe, you feel an extra pressure beginning to add to the restriction of your jeans around your prick... a pushing, urgent feeling against your skin, concentrating around the waistband of your pants. So when Kevin's hands start fumbling at the button of your jeans, you're quick to return the favor, both of you sigh-moaning into each others' mouths as your cocks are freed, and the soft, expanding pink bulges from your stomachs wobble free of the confines as well. The growing, fleshy pink sacks jiggle and wobble as you and Kevin start jerking each other off, a small but growing sloshing sensation beginning in them as four thick lengths start pushing out from the front of it. \n\n"Mmmm, you two are coming along just beautifully," Tandy coos as she comes to stand beside the two of you. Her long, elegant fingers wrap around one of your new teats and one of Kevin's, squeezing and tugging to send little sprays of milk spattering across each other's udder. Both of you gasp loudly at the new sensation, hands wandering up to start caressing each other's udders and tugging at your teats, urging more milk out. Tandy smiles, reaching beneath the pink sacks to give both of your hard young cocks a stroke, then pushing down on your heads, urging you to your knees. With a light flip of her skirt she reveals her own impressively long, thick, hard prick, wobbling in front of you and Kevin's faces. It doesn't take more than a second before both of you are running your mouths over the sides of it, tongues flicking over the girl-smooth skin of her cock.\n\n"Mmmmooooooo, I feel so good," Kevin moans as he jerks off two of your teats, making your udder wobble against the top of your cock. \n\n"Mmooooo me toooooo," you groan out, sliding your hands up his stomach and chest to brush your fingertips over his nipples, then back down to stroke along the top of his udder.\n\n"Such good little cow-boys," Tandy says with a giggle, resting a hand on your head and the other on Kevin's, gently nudging you both in to start sucking and licking at her balls instead. "Hmmm, but what to do with you, what to do. What do you want, cute little cow-boys...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[To get fucked.|QOKevScheme]]\n\n[[To get milked.|QOKevScheme7x2]]\n\n[[To be a cow.|QOKevScheme]]

The plain fear on the strange woman's face even from this distance is enough to make you snap into action. You bolt from your place, tearing up the side of the hill and quickly interposing yourself between the now shocked woman and the mounted thing in armor, thrusting your arms out as if to block its path as the lantern-eyed horse gives a startled snort. "Leave her alone, whatever you are!" you shout, doing your best to put steel into your voice.\n\nThe thing hesitates, its hand outstretched, the empty space above its armor's collar all the more strange and discomfiting up close. Then it reaches around to its other side, your body tensing as it passes near the black-hilted sword sheathed at its side. But instead it cups beneath the thing held under its arms and smoothly brings it around... a helmet? It looks sort of like a hawk or eagle or some other bird of prey, but there's a red flare from inside the dark eyeholes as a voice speaks, echoing as if from inside a deep metal cistern. "What do you think you are doing, mortal?"\n\nYou blink a little in shock. Below the strange, eerie distortion, the voice sounds... feminine? Actually now that you try and look, there is a bit of a curvature to the chest of the armor, but it's obviously designed and smithed to be large and imposing rather than show off the figure beneath it. Swallowing, you answer, "Look, I don't know who you are, or what you are, or where you came from, but I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to go with you, so... so back off!"\n\nThe air is heavy with tension, the silence only broken by the steady breathing of the horse, which puts you in mind of an old blast furnace you saw once. The figure's hand shifts, tilting the helmet a little, before it speaks again. "Mortal, turn a bit and look at her. I will not harm you, simply look." You hesitate, before finally deciding to turn and look, though it takes a second for the reason to click. It becomes all the more obvious as the creature's helmet speaks again. "She is dead. Her heart does not beat, her blood does not flow. You will not save her by attempting to block me... even if you could stop me from taking her to the next life, she will know only cold and pain if she stays here."\n\nYou can see that it's true. That very pretty, but very sad face isn't just pale... it's bloodless, a pale white that's leeched almost all the color out of her blue eyes, her lips pale and nearly white themselves. As she raises a hand to rest on her upper arm, there's something just... not quite right about the movements, as if they were both slightly jerky and too smooth at the same time, like it was a mere echo of movement rather than the natural and unconscious flexing of muscles. \n\n"This is a horrible fate for any soul to be trapped in, but she will not be trapped in it if she comes with me," the headless horsewoman says. "Will you step aside, mortal?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Step aside.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Not yet.|BuddyOct17x9]]

You look at the dead girl for long moments, until she raises her eyes slightly to meet yours... there's something cold and lifeless about them, and yet they're not empty. There is clearly someone in there, someone with thoughts and feelings. You turn back towards the headless horsewoman and spread your arms again. "It's her choice. If she wants to go with you, she can, but if she doesn't, I won't just stand by and let you make her!"\n\nThat actually seems to have taken the armored creature aback a little, though you're not sure how you can tell. You stare up at her defiantly, only to jerk a little when a hand comes to rest on your shoulder. You turn your head to see that the dead woman has stepped forward. "No, it's alright." Her voice is soft, airy, a little hard to hear... maybe because she's not really using air from her lungs as she speaks. "It's okay. I... don't actually want to be here anymore. I'll go with her."\n\nYou look at her, then nod slowly and lower your arms. "Alright. Okay then. Um... I hope it's a nice afterlife for you?"\n\nThat actually makes her smile a little, and after a second of hesitation, she steps in, hands resting on your chest as she leans up and plants a soft, cool kiss on your cheek. "Thank you. And thank you... for this. The world was always a bad place for me... somehow that made it hard to imagine the next one could be any better. But since this world has someone like you in it... someone that would stand up for me... maybe there will be something good in the next world too." With that she turns back to the headless horsewoman, who's tucked her helmet back under her other arm to proffer her gauntleted hand again, and accepts a lift up onto the back of the strange black horse.\n\nTaking hold of the reins again, the armored figure guides the horse in turning in a circle, until its helmet can face you again without switching hands. "Know this, mortal," it declares in that echoing voice. "Normally to see one of my kind is a sentence of doom... any mortal who lays eyes upon me as I do my work will meet their end before the next full change of the moon." Before too much fear can run through you at the thought, she continues. "But because of your bravery, and the respect you have shown this lost soul, I would not have you meet that fate. So this I say unto you... tomorrow when the sun is in the sky, I shall seek out your home. Pray invite me in, and show me hospitality, and I shall see that your doom is discharged. But be warned... should you fail to do this, I am bound by my nature to visit your doom upon you that very moment. Until then, farewell."\n\nWith that, the headless horsewoman hauls on the reins, making her lantern-eyed horse rear and give an eerie shriek-like whinny to the sky before it wheels and pounds off down the graveyard paths, the dead girl clinging to the armored figure's back as they go. \n\nYou gasp hard, shoving yourself up from the mattress, your hair plastered to your head with sweat. You blink a few times, turning over onto your back and sitting up, running a hand through your damp hair and letting out a long rush of breath. Wow. What a hell of a dream. You look down at yourself, finding you're still in last night's clothes, though your duster is laying crumpled on the floor near the door. You must have come home from your walk and basically passed right out and... had that dream...\n\nYou jerk a little at a sound from downstairs. Was that a knock... at your front door?\n\n<hr>\n[[Ignore it.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Answer it.|BuddyOct17x10]]

It doesn't make any sense... but then, neither does turning into a vampire in the first place. Hunching in on yourself a bit more, you hurry off down the streets, retracing your steps from earlier today. You soon find your way back to the lingerie shop, letting out a shallow huff of relief when you realize that it's still open. You hurry to the door and inside, looking around desperately. "H-hey, Lina?"\n\n"Hm?" The blonde emerges from some of the racks, making her way over to you. "Well, if it isn't Cyan. I kind of thought you might be back."\n\n"Y-yeah, well, see, I know it's ridiculous, but I... I..." You trail off, staring at her, realizing two things. The first is that you're looking right at her, and she doesn't seem to find the fact that you've gone sheet white and have one red eye at all odd. The second is, "I... never told you my name."\n\nLina laughs softly, delicately laying a hand to her chin... as her own skin loses all color, ears drawing up to points and eyes flooding with red and beginning to glow slightly. "Well, what sort of Vampire Lord would I be if I didn't know the names of my offspring?" she coos, her voice having taken on a faint, silky otherworldly factor that makes it caress over your ears.\n\nYou tremble a little as you stare at her. Actually... everything about her is now washing seductively over your senses. The smell of her, sight of her, the sound of her even, every slight rustle of the fabric she's wearing as she walks over to stand closer in front of you. You find yourself breathing harder, feeling like each one exhales oxygen from your lungs but draws precious little in, your heart beating faster and faster until it almost feels like it's not beating at all. You tremble, your pussy wet and swollen, your nipples practically drilling through the bra she gifted you as she smiles, slowly reaching out a hand towards your cheek.\n\n<hr>\n[[Submit.|GGLing]]\n\n[[Resist.|GGLing2x3]]

You bare your teeth in a furious snarl. How dare he?! You can still get out of this! You thrash and struggle wildly, eventually screaming in frustration when seconds tick past and you can't make any headway. Finally you go limp, slamming a fist against the mat. Dammit!\n\n"<b>You have not only lost your very first fight, but you refused to acknowledge your opponent's superior skill!</b>" the Dark Judge thunders, disgust plain in his rumbling bass. "<b>Your punishment shall be harsh, and you shall atone for the insult you have offered him!<b>"\n\nYou feel your body go completely limp, beyond your control. You try to cry out, wondering what's happening to you, but even your voice has been stolen. The ninja releases his hold on you and rolls to his feet.\n\n"<b>Take her!</b>" the Dark Judge booms, pointing his finger at you again.\n\nThe ninja hesitates, but then apparently decides it's best to obey the scary magical referee. He bends down and yanks your shorts down, your legs flopping powerlessly as he hauls them over your slippered feet. Nudging your legs apart, he frees his cock from his pants... long and slender... then takes hold of your thighs, hauling them up over his hips. He slides into you, and you find yourself unable to moan in pleasure despite your body wanting to. You didn't even think you were ready, and were more furious than anything at the Dark Judge's declaration, but as he begins thrusting into you, all you can think of is how good it feels and how much you want it.\n\nThose thoughts fill up your mind even as your body begins to change. Your skin and hair slowly turn a bright, almost neon pink, then take on a rubbery texture. Either the ninja's under some magic that compels him to keep going, or he's enjoying the changes, because he only pauses long enough to use one hand to shove your shirt up over your rubbery pink tits before he grabs your ass with both hands and lifts it to a good angle for his thrusts. You don't even notice the changes, consumed with how good it feels to get fucked, to have a cock inside you, to have it stuffed into you. Your skin starts to fade, your whole body turning translucent, the other side of your shirt a dark background for your tits and the ninja's cock a pink-tinted shadow through your crotch and belly.\n\nGradually your whole body starts to shrink, your shoes dropping off of your smaller feet as your legs spread wider and wider around the ninja's hips. He has to shift his grip to your waist as, despite retaining your fully adult shape, you shrink down to the size of a teenager and then, sliding out of your baggy shirt easily and effortlessly, become the size of a small child. Your see-through rubber arms drape limply and swing as he begins pumping you onto his cock more than thrusting into you, leaning back further on his knees and angling you upward. You just know that it feels better and better as his cock gets bigger inside you as you keep shrinking, his cock soon penetrating up between your miniature C-cup tits.\n\nSoon your height could be measured in mere inches, and you feel your head being tilted back as his cock nudges up and then finally pushes out of your mouth. His next few strokes push his cockhead completely out of your mouth, your entire small body now spitted on his cock. Your features begin to recede, your arms and legs sliding into your ever more tubelike body, your tits flattening against your cylinder of a torso. Soon you're nothing but a pink jelly tube. You can no longer see or hear, but you can <i>feel</i> him filling your entire body, as well as taste his cock with your entire length, and the sensation is absolutely orgasmic, your world consisting of nothing but his throbbing, shuddering cock as it strokes back and forth through your self and spurts thick streamers of white onto the floor of the arena.\n\n"<b>You have the length of the tournament to enjoy her repentence of her insult,</b>" the Dark Judge rumbles, now sounding rather smug.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|HellKore8xEnd]]

Let's just not turn that mental image you were trying to avoid earlier into a literal image. For various reasons. Instead you hurry downstairs, grab a few sodas, and retreat to your lair, slipping your headphones on and starting one of those games with explosions and gunfire that were mentioned earlier.\n\nThe rest of the day goes fairly normally, with you eventually donning jeans and joining your parents for dinner, and all of you observing the polite fiction that they may have possibly had sex all of once and purely in order to create you. Okay you doubt anyone is actually observing that but the knowledge that they did in fact have sex so recently is kind of weird and stuck in your head. Oh well. Dinner is soon done with... and your parents quickly head upstairs again, being just a little bit too casual about saying how they're going to watch a Netflix show in their room. 'Geez, seriously, who's the teenager here?' you think a little grumpily, shaking your head as you decide to use the downstairs TV for awhile.\n\nBut finally you get tired of the infinite possibilities of entertainment available to you (again), and turn everything off to head upstairs. Sounds like things are quiet in your parents' room at least, you think as you head into your own room. Now let's see... straight to bed (and then phone games for like an hour), or shower first? (And then... wait no, shower and phone is bad civilization.)\n\n<hr>\n[[Bed.|GGParent14x1]]\n\n[[Shower.|GGParent13x3]]

Over the next few days, the tube down your throat continues feeding you a steady supply of whatever aphrodisiac-laced gruel it is that the Hell Kore servants use to prepare their cowardly livestock for the slaughter. Your body constantly burns with desire, your thoughts clouded by lust, barely able to feel the fear that courses through your veins along with it. You overhear one of the servants telling a newer one that such is deliberate as the two of them plow away at the assholes of you and one of the other tube-fed female fighters. Apparently "long pork" tastes better the more pleasure it has been in before being cooked, thus the aphrodisiac for the female livestock and the show for the male livestock. He laughs as he shoves forward and dumps his load into your quivering, orgasming asshole, joking that you'll also be well-seasoned with salty-tasting sugar by the time you're ready to be served.\n\nYour muscles gradually disappear under a growing layer of fat... though your natural body shape means that it's still an attractive layer of fat, giving you wide round hips and huge, perfectly-shaped globes of an ass. Your tits grow more than anything, though, and are soon twice as large as they were when the forcefeeding began. Your cowlike udders sway underneath you as the servants more and more focus on you rather than the others, their cocks pumping into your pussy eagerly, your fat ass wobbling and quaking as their hips or hands slap against them. Between your numerous fuckings, or sometimes during, you watch servants come to take away other fighters, almost always the males... destined for the table of either the evil masterminds behind this tournament or possibly an unaware populace of guest fighters. With each one that's taken away you lose a little more hope, until finally you give in completely. Knowing every orgasm could be your last before you're spitted and roasted or tossed into a stew or trussed and baked, you begin shaking your round ass like a slut to encourage them to use you even more, huffing through your nose like a beast in heat as they almost always give into the temptation to make use of one of your compliant holes.\n\n"This pig is coming along much better than the others," the main servant notes one day as he massages his latest load into your jiggling buttocks. He reaches forward and hefts one of your larger-by-the-day tits, the soft flesh overflowing his fingers as he jiggles and wobbles the fat breast. Standing up, he nods to one of the others. "Let us put her on the higher-grade feed. We'll serve her as part of the victory feast for the masters." Crossing around to your front, he slowly but steadily pulls the hose from your mouth, the aphrodisiac so ingrained in your system by now that you actually cum several times before it pops free. "Did you hear that? You are to be the main course. What have you to say to that, sow?"\n\n"Oink," you whisper hoarsely, opening your mouth obediently and tonguing the new tube like a lover's cock as it's slid down your throat and into your stomach.\n\nSoon you're the last of the livestock left. The new feed is much more fluid and comes in much greater volume, your belly growing heavier and hanging lower by the day both with more layers of flesh and fat and the volume of fluid filling it. One of the servants informs you cheerfully that it's heavily apple flavored as he sinks his fingers into your generous buttocks, pounding away at you, your round, pumped-full belly jiggling below you almost as much as your tits. Though by the end they only jiggle, not sway... they finally reach down to the floor, your nipples flattened against the cold stone by the weight of the fatty udders above them. You picture yourself on a silver platter, glazed brown and with an apple stuffed in your mouth, and climax from that as much as the latest load of cum pouring into your pink piggy pussy.\n\nYou're going to be delicious.\n\n<b>Hell Kore</b> end - <i>The main course</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Soylent green is people?! I changed my mind, I don't want to go on the boat!|HellKoreStart]]\n\n[[Coming to Hell Kore was obviously a bad idea in the first place.|CallistaStart]]\n\n[[Maybe I'll take another shot at this from the very beginning.|CharGenMain]]

Amanda continues to fuck the guards throughout the rest of the trip, usually not even bothering to hide it, the whole caravan occasionally stopping so that they can run a train on her right there in the middle of the road. Practically anyone that the caravan passes on the road, Amanda slips away so she can have them work her over. You of course have to follow her along to make sure she's safe, watching as she gets on all fours and howls like a bitch in heat for a filthy, elderly charcoal burner to plow her ass. These delays mean it takes a month and a half to get there instead of two weeks, but no one but you is complaining. In fact, you don't even really complain... you watch when Amanda tells you to watch, jerk off when she tells you to jerk off, and cum when she laughs at you.\n\nWhen you finally reach Valisgrad, the guards don't bother to be discrete... in fact you're fairly certain Amanda may have told them to let all their friends know. She also cheerfully informs you that she's two weeks late and has absolutely no idea who the father is. Her reputation is completely ruined within days of her return, because if the stories the guards told didn't do it, the fact that she'll step into an alley and bend over for any man who gives her so much as a smile did. You wind up with the blame, and it's hard to protest since you blame yourself. Amanda's parents don't want you in their house, but she throws a tantrum until they allow you to move into a small shed on the property. You strongly suspect that it's because she's grown to love tormenting you as much as she still holds any real love for you.\n\nShe's constantly getting knocked up, and leaving her parents to take care of the children while she runs around and fucks some more. She occasionally visits you, belly swollen and breasts heavy and spurting milk, and teases and urges you on until she can ride your cock. The entire time she tells you about all the other people she's fucked, how much better they are than you, and how pathetic and weak you are for not being able to satisfy her. And every time she laughs at you as you paint her loose, overused pussy with your cum.\n\nYou live a sad and lonely life, and by the time Amanda's too old to get anyone to fuck her and too old to care, she hasn't visited you in years. You're fairly certain she's forgotten about you, and you live and die that way, in a little shed out away from the house.\n\n<b>Shemale Barbarian</b> end - <i>Amanda, the cheating bitch</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[... Ouch. Let me go back and rethink this whole "no sex" thing.|ShemaleBarbarian3x23]]\n\n[[I knew I should have raped that whore at the start. Let me do that!|ShemaleBarbarianStart]]\n\n[[Eh, let's go back to the very start and try something else.|CharGenMain]]

All of the axes in this display are pretty crude-looking. The battered iron head looks like it used to have an opposite side that broke off long ago, and what's left looks like it's been hammered back into shape a few times. The haft looks like someone just snapped a treebranch off and broke all the smaller branches off of it before shoving it in the axe's hole and tying it on crudely with rough leather strips. You really have to admire someone's ability to make it look old and weathered. You reach out your hand, curious as to whether it's real wood, and jump in surprise when your fingers get a shock from touching it. How could wood conduct a charge? you wonder sleepily, your eyes sinking closed and your body going limp.\n\nYou wake up in almost complete darkness, feeling something hard digging into your back. With a snorting grunt you roll off of it and find that there's suddenly more light. You turn to pick up whatever it is and find a rock... except it's glowing as if it had a light inside. Some other prop from the museum? But then you realize that the hand holding the glowing rock is big, green, and with long black claw-like nails... even though it's yours.\n\nWith a cry of surprise you scramble to your feet, trying to look at yourself. You have to swing the light in, but you gradually get a picture. You're quite tall now, basketball player tall, despite being built more like a football player... a very female football player, to judge by the big boulder-like tits on your chest, hidden by nothing but an assortment of necklaces you're wearing made up of leather strips and bits of things... teeth, claws, shiny bits of metal. Your skin is dark green and a bit shiny, and practically all of it is showing. The straps of a crude brown cotton loincloth ride your broad, almost squarish hips, and a lift of the front flap finds a veritable forest of thick black hair and thick, plump pussylips, but no cock in sight. Running your hands through your hair finds that it's long, thick, black, and oily.\n\nDuring your shifting around to examine yourself, your bare foot kicks something causing a bit of a clatter. You lower the glowing rock and spot the crude axe you touched back in the museum. Could it be responsible? Before you can think much more on that possibility, you hear loud thuds and heavy breathing. Fearfully, you raise your lightsource. Looming out of a black hole of a cave mouth is a massive grey-skinned beast, its head faintly humanlike but with no ears and a flat, squashed nose, thick lips, and jagged yellow teeth. It's much bigger than you, and from the hungry glint in its bestial pink eyes, you know it's not planning anything good.\n\n<hr>\n[[Grab the axe! Defend yourself!|FemaleOrc]]\n\n[[Holy crap, a monster! Run away!|FemaleOrc]]

"Wall Hole"? What the heck is a "Wall Hole"? Man, sometimes RPG items just have the most unintuitive names. Mostly just wanting to know what the heck such an oddly-named item does, you tap it.\n\nTifa starts moving again, then gives a little yelp as something like a wooden shield pops into being around her waist. "What the-?!" she starts to cry, before she abruptly vanishes.\n\nYou blink. What the? Did she turn invisible or something? You walk over and wave a hand through the general area, but don't come into contact with anything. You're just about to open up the debug menu and start looking for some more info when you spy something on the wall you don't think was there before. At roughly waist height, there's a shield-shaped wooden plaque... with an ass sticking out of it. Blinking, you walk over to take a closer look. It's round, full, but with a lot of nice tone to it. It's angled just so that the thighs are pushed into the wood, with the pussy jutted out and easily accessible, same for the pucker of the asshole resting between the cheeks. A small band of metal above it reads simply 'Tifa Lockhart'.\n\nHuh! So that's what it is. An item that turns whoever it's equipped on into a... well, a wall-pussy, effectively. You glance around briefly, then shrug and fish out your cock, stroking it a few times before rubbing it against Tifa's ass. It's still warm and feels very much alive as you stroke your shaft back and forth across it, giving a few slaps against the surface. You wonder if she's still conscious and can feel what you're doing? Drawing back, settle the tip of your prick against the opening of her pussy and push in, finding it slick, and tight... and gripping some around you. That would tend to make you think that yes, she can feel it, and is probably forced into a state of constant readiness to get fucked by the 'Wall Hole' item. Very nice!\n\nYou run your hands up and down over the plaque-mounted ass as you slowly push your prick the rest of the way into Tifa's pussy, stroking back and forth several times slowly. But finally eagerness gets the better of you and you lean your hands against the wall and start just fucking her, enjoying the sound of your hips slapping against Tifa's perfectly mounted and presented ass, feeling her pussy squeeze and flutter around you as the only reaction to your pumping. Eventually you give a moan and thrust forward, using Tifa's wall-pussy as your cumdump, grinding your hips against the disembodied ass as you spill your load.\n\nYou pull out and give yourself a few strokes, cum briefly dribbling down from Tifa's wall-mounted pussy before there's a little glimmer and it disappears. Huh, self-cleaning too. No sloppy seconds if multiple people want to make use of it. You jerk your head a bit to the side as the door starts to open... from the outline, you think it's Yuffie.\n\n<hr>\n[[Equip Yuffie with a Wall Hole too.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Equip Yuffie with a Thrust Shaft.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Lock her out.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Just play it off.|FF7X]]

"I'll go with you!" you blurt, hurriedly. "Without a fight or any resistance, as long as you meet my demands!"\n\n"You're hardly in a bargaining position, princess," Nyx says without moving their helmet.\n\n"All I ask is that you don't hurt any of us," you continue, then look directly at the bronze-masked man. "And that you take us back to the station, not this one."\n\n"... You heard her, Nyx," the other bounty hunter says. "The bounty head will go without a fight on a reasonable condition. You know the code."\n\n"<i>Do you think I give a f͍̣̤̲̖͎̯́u̵̗̹͙̝̪̲c͈̜̙k̶͍ ̟a̜̖̺̙̬͇b҉o̬̻̫̻͍ͅu̱t ͖̰͙̫͙t̷͈͇̫͕h͏̺e̠͘ ͚̯͙̜̰ͅ<b>c̛͉̞̬̱̜̙͞o̯d̷͕̣e̴̢̺͕̪͢</b></i>?" Nix hisses, that terrifying shriek in their voice growing more and more prominent as they speak. \n\n"I'm well aware of your reputation. You don't give a fuck about the code, your reputation, or even bringing in your bounty heads," the other hunter says evenly, a hand passing over his belt, then coming up holding a small rectangle that he flicks his thumb over, a green light appearing. "The only thing you give a fuck about, apparently, is that pretentious, overengineered monstrosity of a ship."\n\nNyx freezes in place... and a second later, their fingers move about two inches away from your thigh. "You're bluffing."\n\n"Now why would I bluff <i>you</i> of all people, Nyx?" he asks in an amused tone. "Especially when it's so much easier to figure out you might try to fuck me, and thus instruct one of my drones to fly over and attach a few bombs at structural weak points the minute we left our ships?"\n\nThe black-armored hunter straightens up fully and turns around to face him. Though their voice has settled back into its normal (still vaguely terrifying pitch) and even become flat, you're not sure if it's any less scary than before. "You're playing a dangerous game, Hanlon."\n\n"Which is why I always stack the deck. Now, you can either go back to your ship and the bombs will dissolve in the wormhole, and you can remote collect your percentage of the bounty with no more trouble on your part, or..." He tilts his head slightly. "I relax my fingers, and you walk home."\n\nNyx's head slowly turns, giving you the distinct impression they're looking over their shoulder at you, before shifting back to Hanlon... the whole time there's a sort of trilling, crackling noise subtly rumbling from them, sounding like a cross between a dying hard drive and a bad drive belt in a car. Then it stalks down the ramp and past Hanlon, snarl-cooing in passing, "We're not done."\n\n"We will be one day," Hanlon replies evenly, helmeted head turning a bit to watch Nyx go, before looking back at you. "Alright. Get down here."\n\n"Are we really...?" Two whispers.\n\n"For now it's the best option," you murmur back. "We can't risk being captured by... that. So we'll cooperate for now and try to find a way out of it as we go." You step gingerly down the ramp, the two blue-haired girls following after you as you come to stand in front of the masked bounty hunter.\n\nHe turns his head a bit again as there's a thunderous, high-pitched howl and the black ship you saw on the screen earlier seems to tear itself out of the forest balcony a bit away, and go shooting off into the sky and out of sight. He flicks his thumb over the thing he's holding to put out the green light, then tucks it back into his belt, before holding out a pair of collapsed restraint rings. "Cuff the Amis, wrists together behind their back, hands facing opposite directions. No funny business, yeah? I'd hate to ruin this nice little arrangement we've got going by pumping a heavy stun blast into you at this range, the bruises aren't good optics."\n\nMaking a face, you nevertheless does as he asks, before crossing your own hands behind your back and allowing him to cuff you. The three of you get marched a fairly short distance to his ship, where he helps you ease to sit on the floor, small cables shooting out of panels to attach to your cuffs and hold you in place. He doesn't say another word as he heads up to the front to take the pilot's seat, working in silence until the windows light up with the wormhole passage. Only then does he get up and come back again, four green optics sliding over each of you before coming to rest on Three. He takes a control off his belt and points it at her to thumb it, and you watch as her restraint pops open, letting her sit up fully. "That drawer there has some clothes in it. Get yourself and your friends dressed. No funny business, alright?"\n\nThree glances briefly at you, but then shrugs and nods. "Yeah, okay." She gets up and crosses to the drawer, pulling out a bright orange vest and drawstring pants and putting them on, as well as a pair of orange slippers. She grabs another pair of pants and slippers and moves to you, with your somewhat awkward 'help' of wriggling and lifting your legs and ass managing to get them on. She does much the same for getting a pair of pants on Two, looking briefly surprised as Two's restraints are undone as well so she can swap her torn and hanging open vest for an orange one. Then at Hanlon's instruction, Three redoes Two's restraints before returning to her spot, where he moves to rebind her wrists.\n\n"Personally I'd prefer to take you directly to Thassalon Prime and claim the bounty myself," Hanlon notes as he settles onto a bench across from where you're restrained, shrugging a bit. "Just your bounty, even without your brother, could be enough to get the <i>Razor</i> a complete overhaul plus buy me a lifetime subscription to wormhole map updates. But, my contract with Orkin takes priority, and it says that whoever we find on this mission, we bring back to him, and just accept a cut of the profits. And don't try to talk your way out of this," he adds as you open your mouth, making you close it again. "Like I told Nyx, I have a reputation for clean, straightforward work. I've never taken a bribe from a bounty head and I'm not going to start now."\n\n<hr>\n[[Settle into silence.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Try a different tactic.|Cypher7x4]]

"He died in the crash," you say, doing your best to emulate Jeanne's accent and finding it easier than expected. You wing an explanation off the top of your head, hoping the real Cypher's skills will lend it authenticity. "A plasma feedback discharged through some of the crash dampener emitters. He was disintegrated."\n\nYou see the two's helmets turn slightly towards each other, before refocusing on you, the bronze-masked man asking, "What about your brother?"\n\nYou twist your face in your best attempt at pain. "My brother too."\n\n"Well, well, I guess that means you're the consolation prize." This time it's the black-armored figure that speaks up, their own voice coming out electronically modulated to the point where it's hard to tell whether it's masculine or feminine, just that there's the faintest hint of a shriek to it that sends shudders down your spine... and the Amis too, to judge by their cringes when you glance at them. Your body goes tense as the black-armored figure mounts the ramp and approaches you, leaning in and running a hand along your bare inner thigh, the plates of the gauntlet cool and smooth and somehow slimey-feeling despite being dry as they very slowly move upwards, the pistol in their other hand unwaveringly pointed at your throat. "A princess and two pretty little droids, that could be a lot of fun."\n\n"Enough," the bronze-masked man says, making you twitch as the fingertips stop moving upward but press a bit harder against your skin. "The contract was to bring them back to Orkin as undamaged as possible."\n\n"Ohhhh, I don't intend to <i>damage</i> them," the black-armored person coos, leaning in closer, the featureless black mirror of their helmet reflecting the terror in your eyes as you do your best to keep your expression under control. "Not their bodies, anyway, but I bet Orkin won't care about their minds."\n\n"That's enough, Nyx." The other bounty hunter shifts his pistol's barrel slightly... and from the way that black helmet turns slightly, you're betting 'Nyx' is well aware it's now aimed squarely at him. "I have a reputation for clean deliveries. I'm not throwing that away and getting a Thassalonian bounty on my head because you couldn't resist 'playing' with the princess."\n\nBoth of the bounty hunters seem more focused on each other than you now, and there's definitely tension in the air. You've clearly got to do something or this is going to devolve into a firefight with you and the Amis in a very vulnerable position.\n\n<hr>\n[[Surrender conditionally.|Cypher7x3]]\n\n[[Run for it.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Take a shot.|Cypher9x1]]

You don't feel quite down on your luck enough to jump right to being an unapproved drug tester... not when there are other offers on the table, anyway. You follow the link to the Fiesta Funhouse webpage and fill in the online application, expecting a 'Thank you, we'll be with you soon' sort of message to pop up. Instead it actually brings up a page announcing 'Your application has been approved!' and instructions of which Fiesta Funhouse you'll be working at and when to show up. Wow, you've never gotten something like <i>that</i> before... maybe the link you got in your email was for some fast-tracked application process? Well, whatever, sounds like you've got a job, and it starts tonight at 11:30. That gives you time to track down a place to shower and maybe dig out some of your cleaner clothes.\n\nAnd so it is that you arrive at Fast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse wearing a pair of jeans that are almost too loose for you now and a somewhat threadbare white shirt that's almost too tight for you now, having shrunk up some due to rather improvised washings. But it's clean and you're clean, so you feel almost positive as you push open the front door and step inside. "Hello? I'm here for the night security job!" Your smile wavers a bit as you see that almost all the lights are off... the only illumination is from some yellowed bands on the wall near the floor... probably some sort of always-on lighting. All the overhead stuff, though, is turned off. The door swings closed behind you with an unoiled creak and then closes with an audible click of the lock sliding home. "Hello?" Now uncertain, you wander forward into the closed restaurant. The smell of fresh chemicals and stale Mexican food assaults your nose as your sneakers squeak across the buffed tile floors and then shuff onto the worn, stiff carpet, the stink of heavy-duty deodorizers applied liberally before a half-assed vacuuming heavy in your nostrils. The mixture of scents on your empty stomach is enough to make you a little nauseous, the sick feeling and a mild sense of dizziness making everything seem disconnected and slightly unreal as you continue moving through the silent restaurant. Even your voice sounds strange, almost not your own as you call another wan, "Hello?"\n\nYou step into the main dining room and almost shriek at the sight of four inhuman figures looming above you. Clapping a hand to your chest as if that could calm your racing heart, you stare wide-eyed at the immobile figures. It's just the animatronics up on the main stage, no big deal. Still, you never remember them looking so... demonic... when you were a kid. You wonder if it's just because you never noticed, or if they've degraded that much in a decade and change... or maybe it's just the fact that they're dimly lit from below, throwing odd shadows on their decrepit features.\n\nThere's the title character, Fast Felipe... not like you could have a Fiesta Funhouse without him, right? He's an outdated Mexican stereotype, something someone would probably be busy decrying if anyone cared enough about this restaurant chain anymore that they could get attention for slamming it. It looks like this one has been restuffed several times with materials like cotton fluff instead of the original molded foam material, leaving him look overstuffed and lumpy, with visible stitching marks running across his belly and torso, his bandoliers no longer fitting quite right. His plastic mouse teeth have been chipped and cracked over the years, making them look sharp and jagged, and his movable plastic mustache has drooped on one side, somehow giving him a rather sneer-like expression.\n\nLike a lot of these restaurants, this one has had to choose just three of Felipe's "Feisty Friends" to keep in proper working condition. They're all standing arranged behind and to the sides of Felipe, flanking him like some sort of ridiculous, macabre honor guard. On one side is Bunzy, a purple rabbit in a leather jacket with a popped collar. The material around Bunzy's ears has become frayed and ripped, especially at the bottom to reveal the short rods and slots in his head that let them wag back and forth. Grease stains in the shape of differently-sized handprints mark the leather of his jacket, looking odd and somehow sinister in the light, as if someone had been clutching at him as they slid to the floor. It's not helped by the fact that he used to wield a switchblade comb, but like most boys did with the novelties, someone has yanked out the plastic comb, leaving only a rather sharp-edged metal stick jutting up. \n\nOpposite of Bunzy is the old hound dog character, Boomer. While he seems to be mostly intact, apparently one of his eyes has been lost, and rather than replace it the staff opted to stick a pirate-like patch on in its place. He's also been heavily "decorated" by children over the years, it looks like... crayon and marker have been used to draw childish, nonsensical designs all over his overalls, a generic action figure's head has been stuck through the eyehole of the overalls' dangling strap, a few plastic feathers have been stuck in one of his ears and the band of his eyepatch, and little plastic toys from the ticket counter have been woven into the dangling strands of his bushy tail. He'd probably look colorful, silly, and well-loved by the full lights of day, but with darkness dimming the colors and the low-set lights casting long shadows, he looks like some nightmare of a mountain man out of a horror movie set in the old west.\n\nFinally, towering over the other three in the back, is Beefy Fajeeta (pronounced fahj-ee-tuh). The biggest animatronic they ever made at six and a half feet tall, he's certainly impressive... unfortunately, he had a reputation for being impressive enough to make most kids cry at the sight of him. Which probably explains why he's in so much better condition than the others... he hasn't had the kids pawing at him and touching him nearly as much. The towering bull mascot mostly shows his age in the places where normal upkeep would cause wear and tear, such as the leather luchadore mask he's wearing having a number of popped seams and even some cracks. His spandex trunks, too, look like they've shrunk some from washing over the years, looking too tight on his cloth hips, and the same aging leather effect has happened to his boots, making him look like he's growing even larger, about to burst out of his costume, which somehow draws attention to how little of it there is. His plastic horns have been polished so much over the years that in a few places they've worn through to show gleaming metal underneath.\n\nYou stand nervously looking at the four oversized puppets for a few moments, unable to help feeling like they're staring back at you with those beady plastic eyes. Swallowing, you turn to move on, almost giving a scream as you bump into a chair that hasn't been put up onto its table with the rest. Damn! This place is really getting to you! You notice a sheet of paper on the seat of the chair and grab it up, squinting to read in the dim light: <i>'Cleaning crew will have already gone home when you get here. Go right to security office in back. Watch monitors carefully, conserve power. Close doors only when necessary. If you have any questions, ask Robert for advice. Good luck. - Mgmt</i>'\n\nThat's... kinda weird.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, the note said to go directly to the security office.|CalFiesta1x1]]\n\n[[Psh. No one's gonna break in here. May as well grab a taco first.|CalFiesta2x1]]

"... So you never go back on a bounty claim for someone else, right?" you ask slowly, staring up at him.\n\n"That's right," Hanlon answers just as slowly, the glowing optics of his helmet dimming in such a way as to suggest narrowed eyes.\n\n"But didn't you accept the bounty from Thassalon Prime before you accepted the one from Orkin?"\n\n"It's an open bounty, not a contract," he replies with a scoff, shaking his bronze-clad head. "No one 'accepts' it until they've already got the bounty head in their clutches."\n\n"Or, depending on how you look at it, <i>everyone</i> accepts it," you urge. "And wasn't your contract with Orkin for Cypher Ceed?"\n\n"... Yes, it was," he says, voice slow again, as if not entirely sure he's willing to continue this conversation.\n\nStill, you press on, hoping you've got enough of a hook in to convince him. "So really, that contract became null and void when he was disintegrated three days ago." Which isn't 100% a lie... Sierra did 'disintegrate' you, you're just not adding that she reintegrated part of you in Jeanne's body, or could conceivable reintegrate the rest of you if she was fixed. "Which means by the time you landed and found me, your contract with Orkin was already over, and you were back to accepting the open bounty for me."\n\n"..." Hanlon is silent for long moments, though his fingertips start drumming on his thigh. "So what's your angle here, princess?" he asks finally.\n\n"Simple. I don't want to go back to that awful station or that disgusting man who owns it, he might take out his frustrations at losing Cypher on me." You're encouraged when you see Hanlon shift marginally where he's sitting... apparently he doesn't entirely care for such an idea either. "Instead tell him about Cypher being disintegrated, and then you can turn me in yourself. That way you don't have to split my bounty with Orkin <i>or</i> Nyx."\n\n"... Heh. Okay, alright, princess, you found the magic word. Cheating that sadistic piece of shit out of a payday is enough incentive to accept that tortured logic." He gets up and moves back to the pilot's chair, settling in. A minute later the flashing tunnel disappears, replaced by a view of the station, and he taps a few controls. "This is the <i>Razor</i>. Put me through to Orkin, tell him Hanlon needs to talk to him."\n\n"Yes, sir, one moment please," comes the voice of one of the robot receptionists.\n\nA few seconds later Orkin's voice rumbles from the speakers. "Hanlon, what is it? Have you found Ceed?"\n\n"He's dead," Hanlon replies bluntly. "Disintegrated when his ship went down, plasma leaked into the crash dampeners."\n\n"Hnnnnnh... shame," Orkin mutters. "Find anything else at the site?"\n\nHanlon's hooded, helmeted head turns towards the three of you briefly before he answers, "Nothing relevant. Contract's null, Orkin, no charge."\n\n"Obviously," Orkin grunts, before there's a blip of the channel being cut.\n\n"Alright, girls, guess that means we're heading to Thassalon Prime," Hanlon says as he begins working the controls again.\n\n<hr>\n[["..."|Cypher]]\n\n[["Wait!"|Cypher7x5]]

"Holy crap they're huge!" you blurt.\n\n"Oh, come now, they're practically on the small side for our race."\n\nYou stare down at the large pair of perfect, gravity-defying breasts now jutting from your chest, before looking up in the mirror at the thick blonde hair now streaming down your shoulders, the changed facial features, the little beauty mark to one side of your chin just below your mouth. "Seriously? How have you not conquered the universe, Doc?"\n\n"It's on my to-do list," Eia says with a chuckle, walking over and tapping a pair of frameless glasses against the side of your forehead before handing them to you. "But if you mean how have Atreyan women not done so, well, not everyone in the galaxy is a breast sentient, my dear." She pauses, tapping her cheek as you slip the glasses on then move to get dressed. "A remarkable number, but not all. But you'd be surprised at how unremarkable we are when compared with some."\n\n"I probably would be," you grunt, impressed that the relatively less advanced armor can still somehow manage to adapt to fitting over your new chest. "How come you couldn't just make me a guy again?" you ask with a sigh.\n\n"Because sexual reassignment requires a level of deep nanosurgery that is more difficult to reverse properly, while your current appearance is merely outward and cosmetic, and can be undone as a trifle by virtually any competent surgeon in the galaxy. Thus, our story that the Princess Jeanne escaped our ship while we were stopped for supplies and to take on our newest crewmember, my daughter Io Trace."\n\n"And why does this deceit involve me being your daughter?" you can't help but ask, eyeing her.\n\n"It's easier to fake records if you build upon an authentic set, in this case mine, since you couldn't pass for a Kruscian without more extensive alterations and Hanlon is a bit too young to have an adult daughter. So, here we are, Io my dearest, most cherished child, you getting into the family business!"\n\n"Doc..."\n\n"'Mom'," she chirps teasingly, wagging a finger.\n\nYou roll your eyes. "'Mom', what about-" You yelp as she presses something to the side of your neck and presses a button, a little crackle of electricity making you jump. "Bloody hell, woman, just what do you think you're-!" Your eyes widen and you clap a hand over your mouth at the accent that issued forth.\n\n"A bit of extra authenticity. Now, as for our next move, we'll retrieve Sierra, of course." Then she frowns. "Unfortunately, we don't know a lot about her construction. I doubt any ship repair facility would even know what to do with her, and it might conceivably be dangerous to let them try... she's the only sentient starship I've ever heard of, certainly, and if they went rooting around in her while she's offline-"\n\n"They might kill her," you murmur in a horrified tone.\n\nEia opens her mouth as if to argue, then simply purses her lips and nods, apparently agreeing with the sentiment if not the technicality of the description. "In the end it might be best to simply retrieve her, place her in her bay, and provide her with the power and materials we think she might need. It might considerably cut down on her repair time, but considering that from what you said she would have needed five years on that planet, I wouldn't bet on shortening it by much."\n\n"So years in this body," you muse, glancing down at yourself.\n\n"Yes. I suppose you could of course return to bounty hunting... though I suppose in that event you would not be risking just yourself, but Jeanne Quatra when you went out. In which case, you might find it more fitting to remain aboard the ship and essentially become my apprentice... Cypher already had a baseline amount of skills in many of my specialties, it would not be difficult to build upon that, you could absolutely be a valuable member of the crew without actively hunting bounties."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue bounty hunting.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Become your "mother's" apprentice.|Cypher]]

"I agree that he seems like a decent guy," you say after a moment's thought. "He protected us from another bounty hunter called Nyx..." You pause as Doc Trace's face pales and Koro's darkens like a thundercloud. "... That bad, huh?"\n\n"Nyx is a well-known sadist and monster. You must have angered someone very badly to have that one hired to go after you." The blonde rubs her face a bit, then sighs and nods. "Blayze would be a welcome addition to the crew, it's true, my personal issues with him aside. If you think you can get him to agree to it once you've told him everything."\n\n"I've got a pretty good record of convincing him so far."\n\nAnd so it is about forty-five minutes later you walk into the conference room, Hanlon drumming his fingers on the surface of the table. His helmeted head raises to face the door. "About time, was starting to wonder if-" He cuts off, obviously not having expected to see Jeanne Quatra walk in wearing black and grey light armor of the style favored by bounty hunters who haven't been able to afford a power suit yet. "The hell?" he asks as you walk in, followed by Three in a replica of her prior outfit, Three in tight shiny black and purple pants and a zip-up jacket, and Doc Trace and Koro, all of you settling on the opposite side of the table from him. "Why the hell is my bounty head dressed like a bounty hunter?"\n\n"Because it's time to tell you the whole story, Hanlon," you say.\n\nOverall, you think he takes it pretty well. "You <i>lying</i> sack of shit!" he snarls, pointing his finger at you once he's pulled his fist out of the dent he made in the table punching it.\n\n"Everything I told you was true," you answer philosophically, unable to help adopting a particular cadence of voice. "From a certain point of view."\n\n"Don't you Cheddar Monk me, you snot." While you're still trying to decipher that reference, he continues. "Even if I'm willing to buy that, where does it leave me on Jeanne Quatra's bounty?"\n\n"I've talked it over with Eia and Koro, and they've agreed, we'll count the bounty that you can't collect currently as your buy-in to ownership of the <i>Meridian</i>, if you agree. You'll share in the full benefits, including collectively-bought wormhole maps and facilities, as well as a small cut of every bounty whether you go on it or not, just like the rest of us."\n\n"..." Hanlon slowly settles back in his chair, resuming drumming his fingers. "That's still awfully expensive for a one-quarter buy-in," he grumbles eventually.\n\n"Which is why we agreed that you'll get two votes on any issue that requires it," you add calmly. "Not enough that you could override all of the rest of us, but enough that you'll be able to tip the vote for whoever you side with. It seemed the fairest system we could come up with."\n\nThump-thump-thump-thump. Thump-thump-thump-thump. Eventually Hanlon's fingers still, and after an electronic sigh he reaches up, brushing back his hood and gripping the sides of his helmet, which hisses, the lower portion opening and the rest of it expanding outward slightly as he lifts it off of his head, revealing thick, tousled black hair, a short braid of it with several beads woven in dropping in front of one of his ears, revealing dark coppery skin and milk chocolate brown eyes. He rubs a gloved hand over his hair once he's set the helmet down, then nods. "Fine, fine. I accept."\n\n"Good. Then the first thing we'd like you to do is to go with Koro to the bridge to plot a course to the planet where you shot down Cypher, so we can recover Sierra," Eia asserts.\n\n"How are you gonna explain her, anyway?" Hanlon asks as he gets to his feet, tucking his helmet under one arm and thumbing at you with the other hand.\n\n"Oh, don't worry, I've a plan," Doc Trace says in a tone that makes you shudder just a bit.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Cypher7x7]]

"I'm not here to take sides, I just want to go home," you tell the witch. "I'm sorry about your sister, really I am, but I've already had the decision made for me that I can't give them to you, whether or not you should have them. So don't take it out on me that I'm getting pushed around just like you are."\n\nThe wicked witch just stares at you for several long moments... then snorts. "Well! Guess I can't argue with <i>that</i>," she replies, shooting a glare at Glinda. "Hmph. Very well, little girl, I'll leave you be. But you and your li-" She glances at Baron, looking him up and down, before returning her gaze to you. "Your big dog just stay well away from me and my territory, and we'll call it a truce. But you break that truce and I'll curse you so hard, your entire family will turn into frogs!" \n\nWith that she snaps her hand out, a broomstick appearing in it in a burst of fire and (from the smell) brimstone. She lets it pull her into the air, cackling briefly as she does, and somehow you get the sense she'd also be flipping Glinda the bird if she wasn't holding a book in her other hand.\n\n"Well! I rather got the feeling that you were not entirely happy with my actions!" Glinda huffs, in the tone of someone expecting a pleading apology.\n\nInstead you glare at her. "Oh come off it. You were trying to manipulate the both of us and pit us against each other, so that I'd take her out just like Dorothy did her predecessor." You point upward a bit at the now shocked woman as you continue. "If you'd just <i>asked</i> for my help in taking out a wicked witch, I might have considered giving it to you. But you thought you'd just toss me into the fray, and between you and the Wizard you'd get yourselves another melted witch and be done with them for a century or so. I don't appreciate being manipulated and I don't appreciate being <i>used</i>, so why don't you take your particular brand of 'good' and float off?"\n\nGlinda opens and closes her mouth a few times, her expression showing that she's never been talked to like that in her life better than any words could ever convey. But finally she scowls and gives a flick of her wand, her bubble rematerializing around her and lifting into the sky, as she obeys your suggestion without another word.\n\n"Are you sure that was wise, Cyan?" Baron asks as he pads up to your side. "She could have been a powerful ally."\n\n"Yeah, kinda like the player is a powerful ally of the pawn in a game of chess," you answer with a snort. Then you sigh, and add, "This is for the best. We've got a path forward, and we may have lost the original story's benefactor, but it sounds like we've managed to avoid acquiring the enemy that we'd have needed her to help protect us from anyway. Besides, we don't need her to tell us how to get to the Emerald City." You pause, then glance down. Clicking your heels together, you murmur, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home." You glance around, but the world doesn't go all blurry and turn into your bedroom. "Bleh. Yeah, looks like we need to go to the Emerald City, yeah. So let's follow the yellow brick road," you declare, setting off along the pavement. You have a feeling that without Glinda's endorsement, and with you publicly stating you have no joy at the death of their oppressor, you and Baron won't exactly be getting the big welcome from the Munchkins that Dorothy got.\n\n"So, what comes next in the story?" Baron asks after the two of you have been walking for awhile.\n\n"Well, we meet the Scarecrow, I think," you answer, glancing over at him. "Actually, if Dorothy arrived a long time ago, the Scarecrow should've become King of Oz, then abdicated to give the throne to Ozma. I think he ran one of the four countries after that, or something? But she also said that history tends to repeat, so maybe he's back up on his stake in a field. But then we'd probably have to get past various natural threats and oddities of Oz, even without the Wicked Witch on our tails."\n\nEventually the two of you do approach a cornfield... and as you might have expected, there's a scarecrow up on a pole jutting above the stalks. His face is obviously artificial, sewn together like a doll's, though luckily it's not quite as creepy as just being a sack with a face drawn on it. The tattered clothes and straw hat are about what you'd expect. "Um... hi?" you call, waving a hand. You're going to feel like an idiot if it's just an actual scarecrow.\n\nYou're a little relieved (and also a little weirded out, admittedly) when the scarecrow moves... and folds its arms over its chest. "Hmph, I heard about you," the Scarecrow scoffs. "A little bird told me there's a girl who came from the outside world who was rude to Glinda and chummy with that nasty old Wicked Witch of the West. I may not have a brain, but that doesn't mean I'm dumb enough to pal around with someone like that!"\n\nYou trade a glance with Baron. Well... there's a departure. Sounds like the Scarecrow's already heard of you and isn't too happy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to convince him.|GGOz]]\n\n[[Tell him off.|GGOz]]

"If we can take over a dojo and turn it into our base of operations, not only will we have a roof over our heads and most likely food to fill our bellies, we'll have a way to get income! As long as we don't teach any secret techniques, we should be fine," you assert, folding your arms under your chest.\n\nThe others exchange somewhat uncertain glances, but don't seem to hate the idea, at least. "It would probably draw more attention to us, but... if everyone else has abandoned this area, perhaps they can't protest when we take it over. Should we all go to challenge?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Everyone go.|Homura]]\n\n[[Go alone.|Homura2x2]]

"Fine! Then I'll wager the most valuable thing I have, that which is most precious to a kunoichi with no home and no school!" you declare, pointing dramatically. Then you reach down, sliding your skirt up your hips some. "My last pair of panties in the world!"\n\n"DONE!" a high voice shrieks. Though the quartet across from you had been showing various levels of shock, all of them (and you) jump in surprise at that, as a small black-clad figure drops from above and lands in front of you, raising tiny, wrinkled hands and wiggling its fingers suggestively. "Huhuhuhu, as sensei of both Soun Tendo and Genma Saotome, I invoke my right to accept a challenge on behalf of either the Tendo or Saotome schools of Anything-Goes Martial Arts!"\n\n"Master Happosai is correct, I am afraid, he can accept and fight on our behalf," Soun says in a tired tone.\n\n"What? This tiny old man?" you ask, blinking. You're well aware that age is no barrier for truly skilled martial artists, and he is wearing some sort of ninja outfit, but he's the size of a basketball! "Are you seriouUUUUSSSSSS?!" you shriek, twisting back as Happosai suddenly flares with a roiling aura of darkness, his eyes glowing red. 'This... this evil aura! It's on the level of a demon god! He must be one of the greatest masters in-'\n\n"Huhuhu, a girl's last pair of panties in the world, mine, all mine, huhuhu, I can smell them from here, hsssst, it's a fundoshi, isn't it? A fundoshi, right up in your ass, too, red, they're red I bet, you've been wearing them a good long while, your scent is all over them, huhuhu!"\n\nYou can feel your skin crawl in a mixture of fear and disgust. He's <i>some</i> sort of demon, alright! Despite your anger at his disgusting perversions directed towards you, you can't help but almost flinch from his obvious strength as well. Do you even have a chance of winning?! Would he take your panties off your corpse?!\n\n"Huhuhu, I can practically hear your thoughts, girl! I won't harm you... but I also recognize your style of ninja!" the tiny old man sneers. "So I'll properly strip your body in front of the onlookers, and give you a good squeezy-squeezy, and all of that to drain your power before I defeat you! Or... heheheh... if you're just too scared, you can admit defeat now and just peel those panties right off and hand them over! Heheheheheh!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Surrender.|Homura]]\n\n[[Fight.|Homura]]

"No, I'll go by myself. We don't know the reason the other clans abandoned this place, it's possible that the dojos here are insanely strong or something," you're forced to admit. "So if I lose, I want you all to promise you'll let me lose with dignity and honor, and you won't come racing in to challenge again. Just move on and proceed with the plan of doing odd jobs."\n\nThe others protest for awhile, but eventually you get them to make the promise. Your confidence won't let you <i>really</i> admit you might lose, but you've spent too long in this life to think things just happen on accident or by coincidence. The other clans have avoided this area for a reason. You set off walking through the streets, the others trailing along and remaining hidden as you search out traditional signs... anyone with a more modern sign is obviously less likely to accept a ritual challenge.\n\n'Tendou Anything-Goes Martial Arts' you muse as you finally spot just the sort of sign you're looking for. Yeah, looks and sounds like just the sort of thing! What's more, there's a really nice two-story house attached to the dojo! And you can smell food cooking! It's perfect! Pausing to wipe the drool from your chin, you make your way to the dojo entrance, throwing open the door dramatically. "MASTER OF THE DOJO! I AM HERE TO CHALLENGE!"\n\nFrom somewhere, a cricket chirps. You blink, looking back and forth. ... It's empty, at this time of day? It looks meticulously clean and decently kept-up, but nothing. You stare blankly for a minute, until a pretty girl a bit older than you steps in, smiling at you with her eyes closed. "Oh my, are you here to issue someone a challenge?"\n\n"Uh... yeah," you answer with a bob of the head, admittedly thrown off your game.\n\nThe pretty woman with the brown ponytail takes a clipboard and pen from a holder on the wall, then walks over to you to proffer them. "If you would, please fill out this form, and we'll make sure to answer your challenge appropriately and as timely as possible."\n\n"G-... got it," you murmur, accepting the items and looking at the paper on the clipboard. It's a form. There's a form for challenging? ... Maybe the ninja clans stay out of Nerima because they hate paperwork. "Uh, let's see, purpose of my visit... 'Vengeance for Wrongs Done Years Ago', 'I Have a Marriage Contract', 'Dojo Challenge', right, it's that one."\n\n"Skip down to question 2a then," the cheerful girl prompts, leaning forward to point at part of the form.\n\n"Oh, oh right, thanks." You continue on, filling out that you've come to challenge the dojo with the idea of taking it over, the name of your own school (you fill in "Rogue Gessen Evil Ninja" since, well), and check the box indicating that you're willing to fight the school's strongest student instead of its master. After you've filled in your name and dated it, you somewhat awkwardly hand the form back to the woman.\n\n"Thank you very much." She glances at it, then smiles and pats you on the head. "Please wait a moment, Homura-chan, I'll return with my father and the others." Then she turns and strides out again.\n\nYou're left sort of grinning goofily, until you shake the expression off your face. You don't let a whole lot of people call you 'Homura-chan', but she seems really nice. You should definitely let her stay when you've taken over! Especially if she's cooking what smells so good! Indeed a few minutes later a trio of people walk in... a man with long dark hair and a mustache, a portly man in glasses and wearing a scarf on his presumably bald head, both of them in different gis, and an annoyed-looking young man with a pigtail wearing Chinese silks.\n\n"So, you're the challenger, hm?" the mustached man says. "I am Soun Tendo, master of this dojo. And I tell you now... you may not challenge."\n\n"What?! You're refusing a formal dojo challenge after all this?!" you splutter.\n\n"Yes, for you see..." He solemnly raises a hand, gravely pointing at you. "... You did not fill out section 7c-i!"\n\nAs you're fighting not to crash to the floor in shock and annoyance, the ponytailed angel walks back in. "It's not your fault, Homura-chan, this one was photocopied poorly. We go through a lot of them," she adds gently. "That section is about what you're wagering in return."\n\n"Huh? I need to-"\n\n"This dojo has defended so many challenges that just a straightforward one for the sign or mastery of it is... well, it's just not feasible." Kasumi gestures to a stack of wood nearby that you suddenly realize are other dojo signs that almost reach the ceiling. You guess at that amount, you can't really argue. "So I'm afraid you have to wager something in return, if you want to challenge for mastery of the dojo."\n\n"Kasumi," Soun groans, apparently hoping she wouldn't help out with that bit and that you'd just go away.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wager your service.|Homura]]\n\n[[Wager your body.|Homura]]\n\n[[Wager your life.|Homura]]\n\n[[Wager your panties.|Homura2x3]]

You do feel kind of guilty about, y'know, the infidelity issue going on here, plus you keep feeling afraid she's going to walk in on you or discover it herself, which just seems like it would be way worse. Instead you resolve to tell her yourself, when you can get her alone.\n\nThat night you get the opportunity, since your father professes that his afternoon nap did nothing for him (yeah no shit) and that he's turning in early. You follow your mother into the den and settle in as she selects an episode of Lucifer much further back than you were watching, and you sit trying to muster up your courage and the right words. Finally you start with, "Um, Mom, there's... something sort of important I need to tell you."\n\n"Hm?" She blinks, putting the show on pause and turning a bit to face you, setting the remote aside as she does. "What is it, sweetheart, is everything alright?"\n\n"Ah, well, see..." You cough into your hand, really not sure how to put this other than coming right out with it. "See, the thing is... Dad's been fucking me." At her eyes going wide, you hurry to add, "He doesn't know!" As her shock and fear turns to shock, fear, and confusion, you rub your face with both hands and adds, "In his sleep, he's sleepwalking again, but this time he's also sleepfucking and I guess he keeps assuming I'm you."\n\n"Oh. ... <i>Oh</i>." Your mother's eyes widen in understanding this time. "Oh, oh dear, he's doing that again?" At your stare, she smiles sheepishly. "Well honey he usually does find the actual me when he's like that." Then she sighs. "To be honest I'm not surprised this has started up again. Your father's sex drive is... prodigious... and sometimes I just can't keep up with it entirely. When I can't, he tends to get like... I mean, he didn't hurt you or anything, did he?"\n\n"No, no, I'm fine. I mean... it was super <i>weird</i> obviously, but..." You trail off, your face going red, but you then admit, "I mean, he's sort of... really good?"\n\nYour mother giggles at that, despite looking rather sheepish herself. "Yes, he is, isn't he? Oh honey, it must have been so hard for you to come forward with this, I'm sorry," she says comfortingly, leaning forward to hug you.\n\nAfter you've finished hugging her back, you settle again. "So, y'know... now what?"\n\n"... Ah... well..." Your mother rubs her chin, sort of darting a look at you out of the corner of her eyes. "Well, to be honest... if he hasn't hurt you, and you've enjoyed yourself... and I'm not saying you have any sort of obligation to or pressure to..."\n\nYou stare at her. "Are you about to say what I think you're about to say?"\n\n"I mean... if you <i>want</i>, why don't you just let him keep fucking you?" your mother suggests with an expansive shrug. "He doesn't know about it, you're enjoying yourself, he's not driving me to exhaustion, it seems an... alright solution."\n\n"And, uh... and you'd be okay with that?"\n\n"Mm." Your mother shrugs after a moment's consideration. "I suppose I'm open-minded. But like I said, dear, if you <i>really</i> don't want to, we can look for other solutions. It's up to you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Look for other solutions, yes!|GGParent]]\n\n[[... Well, let's not do anything drastic...|GGParent]]

The double-headed greataxe looks like it was made out of a much more elegant and refined weapon. It looks like the head at one time made an almost complete circle, but the top has been broken and chipped out to give it a more traditional axelike shape. The center of it is decorated with a fanged skull, and you can actually see where it's been made to look like someone carved out whatever was in the eyesockets with a knife (probably gemstones). The whole thing is scratched, pitted, and the edges chipped. You have to admire the dedication and skill of whoever made this prop... it takes talent to give something newly-created a look of history like that! You reach out to touch the rought wooden haft, and feel a faint and sudden sting before you suddenly collapse.\n\nYou come to in dim, greenish light, with the sounds of people moving around nearby. Guiltily, you sit up, an apology for touching the display on your lips, then stare. You're surrounded by monsters! Huge, muscular, green, practically naked monsters! They're all around seven and a half feet tall, with shoulders that football players would need pads to recreate, chiseled muscles, bodies covered in crude tattoos and scars. One or two have thick black hair, some of them have mohawks, and one is completely bald. Some of them are wearing boots and rough bits of armor, while others are wearing nothing but crude loincloths and wielding rough clubs.\n\nOne of them looks at you with sharp yellow eyes and gives a booming chuckle, and before you can begin pleading for your life, says, "Ya done with yer nap thar?" You look down at yourself and find that you're one of the very same monsters you've been staring at. Your skin is a dark olive green, and you look like you're covered in even more scars and tattoos than the rest. You notice the axe from the museum laying next to you and slowly take it in hand before standing. You're a half head taller than the others, and wearing a beaded loincloth made of black leather... from the bumps against your thighs you can tell that not only is it just a pair of flaps, but that you're truly massively endowed. You've got rough leather boots and wraps of furred leather around your forearms, but those seem to be your only clothing.\n\n"Knife-ear camp is jus' over that ways a bit," the one who spoke to you mutters, his deep voice canted low. He grins wolfishly, showing off sharp teeth and a pair of tusks jutting from his lower lip. He and the others begin stalking along quietly through the forest, and more out of numb curiosity than anything else, you follow along. Soon you're atop a hill, looking down. Below is a small camp, with tall, slender individuals moving about, their green clothing simple but elegant, their ears long and backswept, tapering to points. Before you can really take in what you're seeing, the orcs around you bellow "GIT TH' ELVES!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Elves? Man, fuck elves! I hate elves!|MaleOrc]]\n\n[[Hey, no way! They didn't do anything to us, this is wrong!|MaleOrc]]

Rationalizing that you're obviously not going to do a very good job if your stomach's so empty your head's swimming, you make your way towards the kitchen area. It's not difficult to find... practically every Fast Felipe's is laid out pretty much the same, and every nosy kid (meaning all of them, including you) eventually bumped up against the kitchen doors while exploring. The kitchen is full of even more deep shadows at dark angles than the outer area as you step through the swinging doors, making your heart jump for a few brief moments. But a few moments of groping, somewhat fretfully, at the wall finds the light switch, and the banks of flourescent bulbs above whine to life. As you walk through the kitchen, you can't help but feel that the hum of the cheap lighting is rather ominous-sounding, somehow... like the drone of some giant, hovering insect, interrupted occasionally by a sputter and a crackle as various of the banks flicker and blink, the sound like a dying man's hacking cough in the weird silence of the midnight restaurant.\n\nYou try to shake off the sense of foreboding and looming danger. Yeah, you definitely need something to eat. You spend a few moments looking around, finding what's already open in the fridge so that your pilfering of a meal's worth will likely go unnoticed. Your search reveals, as could have been expected, a lot of frozen food and some rather shocking conditions... that yelling British dude on TV would have a coronary. Still, it makes it relatively simple to figure out what you could make, since not only is everything labeled (relatively) clearly, but there are ancient laminated recipe posters on the wall.\n\nOkay, looks like tonight's menu is...\n\n<hr>\n[[Cheese enchiladas.|CelFiestaCheese]]\n\n[[Pork tacos.|CalFiestaPork]]\n\n[[Beef fajitas.|CalFiestaBeef]]\n\n[[Ice cream sundae.|CelFiestaSundae]]

Deciding to try your hand at the bard class (which several devotees assure you is not nearly as pathetic and worthless as everyone else says it is), you grin as the character model goes through her little 'Yeah!' animation again, having to admit it's pretty cute. Her clothes shift into a white tube top and long, elaborately-embroidered vest, the boyshorts turning into leather shorts and a pair of red leather turned-down boots appearing on her feet.\n\nYou'd expect to hit character customization after that, but here's where you meet one of the new and obviously porny aspects of the game. "Traits", huh? Sounds... like they're promising more than they can deliver, probably. They'll probably wind up being mostly dull stat bonuses and minuses in actual gameplay.\n\n<center>Choose your character's trait!</center>\n\n[[Bamboozler|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character is especially skilled at spinning tall tales and whipping up convincing lies. However, such things can easily lead them into paths of greater and greater danger! (A plus to deception effects until it critfails, you figure.)\n\n[[Sexy Li'l Thing|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character's charisma and charm makes them beloved by all... and perhaps rather more than just beloved by some! Have a care, their appeal crosses certain lines. (Stat boosts but you draw aggro easier, or something.)\n\n[[The Golden Tongue|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character has the most beautiful singing voice in the world, but this may draw more attention than they can deal with. Overly appreciative fans may appear to try and have your character to themselves! (Boosted bard songs but occasional random spawning enemies, maybe?)

There's no way in hell you're getting a spanking from some weirdo in a costume! You leap to your feet and bolt for the door. But Herschel is surprisingly fast, and you find his arm snaking around your middle and hauling you up over one of his shoulders. You kick and scream, pounding on his back and trying to wrench your body free!\n\n"Let me go! Let me the fuck go!"\n\n"So, gonna have a tantrum like a li'l baby, huh?!" Herschel growls as he carries you out of Harry's room and down the hallway. "Well alrighty then! If yer gonna act like a li'l baby, I'll treat ya like one!"\n\nYour struggles are totally futile as he marches down the hallway, tossing open one of the other doors and striding in. You see that it looks like some sort of... changing room?! Only everything's been sized up. It seems he was serious about what he said. You start struggling anew as he tosses you onto the changing table on your back. You immediately start to jump up, only for him to jam an oversized blue pacifier in your mouth. Your body goes limp as if you were paralyzed, and you slump back onto the table. The only motion you can make is apparently one you're compelled to make, sucking on the pacifier with little popping noises.\n\nHerschel undoes the front of your pants and tugs them and your underwear down and off, your limp cock flopping free as you're stripped bottomless on the table. Picking up a big white disposable diaper, he lifts your legs up and slips the back of it under your ass. He lowers you back down and spreads your legs with the ease of a practiced parent. He folds the diaper up, the absorbent inside pressing against your teenage dick as he fastens it with velcro at the sides.\n\nOnce the diaper's on, Herschel starts shimmying your jeans back onto you. You lay there powerless as every move your body makes causes a crinkle of the diaper, especially as he gets the jeans over it and fastens them. He slips your shoes back onto you as well, even tying them for you (which seems like it'd be a feat, with those big bulky toon gloves), then picks you up and puts you over his shoulder again, carrying you a few doors down and pushing open the door. This one's a fairly normal-seeming room, albeit with childish "play city" carpet and low tables and chairs. Herschel sets you down in the corner and straightens up. "This's th' Time Out room. I'm gonna give ya a little while ta think 'bout what ya've done." With that, he turns and marches back out, closing the door behind him.\n\n<hr> \n[[Feels like you can move now.|HaroldHorse17x2]]

You scramble to your feet, scowling angrily at the door and making an obscene gesture. You reach up to yank the pacifier out, but your hand freezes when your fingers start to pull on the ring. The same thing happens when you try to take off your pants so you can rid yourself of the crinkling, bulky diaper... your hands just refuse to move when you start to undo the button. The damn thing must be some sort of magic!\n\nPissed off, you storm around the room, overturning the table and tossing one of the chairs at the wall. But everything here seems designed to stand up to temper tantrums, and nothing other than some loud clattering noises results. You stomp around for awhile, working up both a head of steam and of humiliation, since every time you stomp you can hear your punishment diaper crinkle.\n\nFinally you just tire yourself out, and with a sigh around the pacifier you right the table and put the chairs back, sinking into one with the noise of plastic in your ears. You're so damn embarrassed... and the sad thing is that besides being embarrassed, you're sort of turned on, too. Your cock presses half hard against the inside of the diaper, and you sigh and lean back against the low-backed chair as you wonder what sort of pervert <i>you</i> are.\n\nYou're not sure how long you're in time out, but it feels like forever, just like when you really were a kid. But eventually you hear footsteps approaching, and stand up to move over towards the door. It opens, and Herschel stands in the doorway, fists resting on his hips. \n\n"Well? What've ya got to say for yerself?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be a good boy.|HaroldHorse17x3]]\n\n[[Be a brat!|HaroldHorse18x1]]

You bow your head in contrition, looking and feeling ashamed of yourself. With a quiet hmph, Herschel reaches over and tugs the pacifier out of your mouth with quiet pop.\n\n"I'm sorry," you murmur, kicking your feet. "What I did was wrong. Both things, I mean. ... I won't do it again."\n\n"Well. Alright then." Herschel huffs, then puts a hand on your head and guides you along. "I think ya need ta still spend a little while learnin' yer lesson, but I believe yer sorry. So ya can have a sleepover with Harold, an' maybe we'll see about more tomorrow. Fer now, it's bathtime!"\n\nHerschel leads you to another door in the hallway and opens it. This bathroom seems pretty normal, but, well, it's bigger than usual. You guess that's because the mascots are a little bigger due to their suits. Or whatever they are. Harry is already in the bath, completely naked... well, completely stripped of his outer clothes, anyway. He's still made of molded foam rubber, and you wonder how he's not getting waterlogged in there. But he seems perfectly fine, sitting back with his big pink horsedick sticking up out of the water.\n\nThe elder mascot takes it on himself to undress you, and you decide not to protest. He lets you toe out of your own shoes before he pulls your shirts up and off, then unfastens your jeans and slips them down, leaving you in just that noisy white diaper. But he undoes that at the sides as well and tosses it in a nearby trashcan, leaving you standing naked on the tile floor. With a "Hup!" he puts his hands on your sides and lifts you up, sliding you to sit down in the bathtub.\n\nYou look around... seems that the scene has been set to reinforce the fact that you're still being treated like a kid. There are toy boats and rubber ducks floating on the surface, and the shelf is stocked with baby-safe shampoo and soap. You shrug a little, well, it is what it is.\n\n<hr>\n[[Play with the toys.|HaroldHorsePlaceholder]]\n\n[["Play" with Harold.|HaroldHorse17x4]]

You find yourself staring at that big pink equine dick jutting up out of the water, and the molded brown balls below the surface. You glance over at where Herschel is hovering nearby, but he doesn't seem to be bothered by having two naked teenagers share a tub. Maybe... well, maybe it would be okay to...\n\nYou're not even sure <i>why</i> it's such a hot idea, but maybe it's because you spent the last however many hours feeling that weird smouldering mixture of humiliated and horny. But after a moment you scoot forward, shifting onto your knees in the water. You tentatively reach out, brushing your fingers against Harry's cock... the thing has to be eighteen inches if it's eight. Harry gives a quiet nicker, scooting a bit closer to you. That's all the encouragement you need at this point, and you lean down, starting to tongue the flared head wantonly as your hands pump over the rest of it. Harry moans and leans back in the tub, letting you do what you like with his big felt pecker.\n\nYou lavish your tongue all over the head of it, licking the undersides of the flare, before finally stuffing it in your mouth. You find it surprisingly easy to take in as you begin bobbing your head, always expecting to choke or gag, but never actually doing it, even as the flat head slides down your throat and is followed by inch after inch of pink shaft. You glance towards Herschel out of the corner of your eye and see that he's sitting on the toilet stroking his own, even more massive equine tool, apparently approving quite a bit of the sight of you blowing his son.\n\nMoaning eagerly around Harry's dick as you take more and more of it down your throat, you free up one hand from stroking his cock to reach down and stroke your own throbbing teen hardon below the water's surface. Your motions soon have a little wave action going on, the warm water splashing against your ass occasionally and helping drench your balls.\n\nEventually Harry gives a loud whinny and starts blowing his load in your mouth. You get the first few heavy blasts right down into your stomach before you pull back enough for him to completely fill your mouth with the third. Tastes like... coconut?! Well, you're fine with the taste of coconut, it's usually just the texture that bothers you. You shoot your own cum directly into the water, thick white globs spinning through the clear liquid.\n\nIf Herschel finished himself off while the two of you were, ahem, bathing, there's no evidence of it by the time you look up. Instead he chastises you both to use plenty of soap and shampoo and rinse well, and eventually you step out of the tub and get wrapped in a large fluffy towel. Herschel guides you back out into the hall, the scent of baby shampoo clinging to you.\n\nThe adult horse mascot stops at the door to the changing room, pushing it open, apparently intending to take you inside.\n\n<hr>\n[[Protest the diaper.|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[Accept the diaper.|HaroldHorse17x5]]

You proceed Herschel into the changing room without a fuss, standing by the changing table and waiting for him to remove the towel and lift you up to sit on the edge of it. You lay back of your own accord, and are a bit surprised when Herschel pops the pascifier into your mouth again. Apparently he just finds it easier that way, and you resign yourself to it as your body goes limp. He brings your legs together again and lifts them up into the air, tugging your rear to the edge of the table.\n\nBut this time, instead of immediately slipping a diaper under you, you feel the flared head of his cock press up against your virgin pucker. You don't even question the fact by now that it slides in painlessly and easily, making you moan around the pascifier and start sucking on it harder, running your tongue around the hard plastic nub, wishing it were another prick you could suck on. Herschel pushes his cock deep into your ass and begins fucking you with long, smooth strokes. The air-filled plastic mat of the changing table makes quiet squeaking noises every time he pushes you against it when stuffing his prick into you, sounding like a child's squeezy toy. The smell of baby powder fills your nose and your thoughts as your breathing quickens.\n\nThe magic of the pacifier apparently keeps your cock limp too, even though you feel completely ecstatic from the big artificial horsedick pumping into your ass. When Herschel finally gives a quiet snort and shoots off his thick, gooey load into you, a tremble runs through your body that's definitely an orgasm, completely from being fucked in the butt. You moan softly as Herschel pulls out, then cleans up both himself and your asshole with a succession of baby wipes. Thoroughly powdering both your slightly damp ass and your limp prick, Herschel finally lifts your ass up and slides the diaper under it, spreading your legs to display your well-fucked hole as he settles you back down onto it. You give him thankful, wanton eyes as he fastens it into place, then lifts you up off the changing table.\n\nThis time the paralysis goes away the moment you're off the table, and you're left to stand on your own two feet in nothing but the diaper, sucking a bit more on the pascifier in your mouth. (You're definitely developing an oral fixation.) Herschel produces a set of blue feety pajamas, complete with a flap over the butt, and does most of the work of getting you into it before leading you back to Harry's room. He lifts you into bed next to the already-pajamaed (albeit more befitting his apparent age) Harry, and pulls the covers over you both. He leans down and bumps the black mesh of his mouth against each of your foreheads, making a loud kissing smack, before announcing "G'night, boys!" and walking out, turning off the light after him.\n\nThe only light in the room is a racecar-shaped nightlight casting a green glow on one wall. You lay there on your side, still sucking your pascifier, aware of Harry shifting around behind you. Finally he rolls over, pressing up against your back, his voice a whisper in your ear.\n\n"Dude, like, I wanna fuck you'n'junk."\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes please.|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[No, you're tired.|HaroldHorse]]

"O-oh, well... I mean, I don't think I'm going to run out and start telling people I saw Santa, honestly, but... I mean, if maybe I could... have just a little something?" you say, holding up a hand with thumb and forefinger barely apart, giving him a sheepish smile. "... More to commemorate this than anything else? I mean, meeting you is already pretty special, but..."\n\n"Ho ho ho! Alright, alright, I understand," Santa says, adding a warm chuckle to the end of his already boisterous laugh. "That's more than fair! I deserve to go out of my way a little bit, letting myself get caught like this! So certainly, name something you think would be fun, Holly, and I'll do my very best!"\n\n<hr>\n[[A ride in his sleigh.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[One missed gift.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[A boyfriend.|HollyXmas]]

"... Hi, uh, you come in peace?" you ask, somewhat numbly raising a hand and making the Vulcan salute, since that's really all you can think to do in this situation.\n\nThere's immediately a burst of very human laughter from just outside. The Gray in front of you makes a <i>bwaaarp</i> noise and slumps forward, head and arms dangling limply, while another form a bit over six feet tall steps into view. Her hair hangs down past her shoulders and seems to be made of bioluminescent strands, flickering and changing subtle, pale colors constantly. Her skin's purple, and on either side of her forehead is something that curls back over the top of her hair and down her back like horns, though from the flat undersides textures differently and the way the ends of them flare out, and they sway slightly when she moves, you think they might actually be tentacles. Her eyes have black sclera with yellow irises, and as she grins at you, you can see that her teeth are metallic cobalt blue. Her body looks almost entirely human, clad in some retro-future thing of shiny silver material, shoulder-high fingerless gloves and a sleeveless midriff-baring top with boob window... and damn, what boobs, they're at least Fs, maybe FFs. Her stomach is smooth, flat, and hosts a pair of bellybuttons (vertical not side-by-side), and she's got on the matching silver hotpants and tall silver boots... though you find yourself struggling not to stare at the hotpants, as they cling up against an incredibly obvious (and very large) pair of balls and what looks like a thick outcropping ending in a pucker (a sheath?!) above them.\n\n"Hooo, I'm sorry, I'm just fuckin' with ya," the alien says as she finishes laughing, wiping a fingertip under one eye, then waggling what looks like a slightly cheesy RC car controller in her other hand. "You wouldn't believe how many people flip out at the sight of this thing, it's amazing." She plunks the remote down atop the deactivated Gray's head, then offers her hand. "I'm Celest."\n\n"Uh... Cyan." You reach out to take the hand and shake it... then find yourself laughing too. "Holy shit, do they not have image boards to troll on your home planet or something?" \n\n"I got bored with it," Celest replies easily, shrugging, still grinning happily. "Nice to meet you, Cyan. And before you get worried, I don't intend to 'probe' you or anything. Unless, y'know, you decide you're into that." She winks, then turns and beckons. "C'mon."\n\nAfter a long look at her (and again trying not to stare at her butt in those shorts), you follow her out of the cell and into a hallway, which definitely looks like something from This Island Earth. "I've gotta say, the way you talk doesn't really fit in with all of... this," you admit after a second, gesturing to a panel you pass with physical switches and readout dials with little arrows.\n\n"Eh, it was my granddad's, only flew it to church on Sundays and to Earth occasionally to snag some livestock, otherwise basically just kept it in the garage and did maintenance to keep himself busy. It's in great shape other than a few scrapes on the saucer from when he got to not driving so well, but those don't show from below so it's all good," she chirps back.\n\nThe two of you walk through a pair of sliding doors and onto what's obviously the bridge, a big open area with a single seat on a circular dais in the center, with a big viewscreen (or is it an actual window) dominating the forward half of the circular room, and consoles with CRT displays and physical switches lining the rest, other than the spaces for a few other doors. The display shows a good half-view of Earth slightly to one side, and Celest settles herself in the chair and spins to face you, spreading her hands. "Tada! Welcome to the bridge of the <i>Enterprise</i>!"\n\n"... Seriously?" you snort, finding yourself grinning.\n\n"Hey I can name it what I want, I spent a lot of time on the way here binging on Netflix." She twists the chair back and forth a little, grinning back at you. \n\nYou find that despite all the weirdness and confusion, you really can't help but like Celest. She seems just like a lot of your own friends... whatever she's done to adapt culturally (apparently involving watching copious amounts of television, besides having a society a lot like yours anyway), she's done it well. Still, you can't help but ask, "Uh, so, Celest, why are you here? Or, I guess, why am I here?"\n\n"Well," she says slowly, still twisting the chair back and forth, which is making her boobs do interesting things. "Honestly, part of it is that I was lonely. I haven't really had anyone to talk to face-to-face for awhile. When the sensors detected that someone was observing my ship with a recording device, I checked it out, and you seemed interesting. So I decided to take a chance and pick you up, see if you were someone with a sense of humor at the very least. So, y'know, if you'd like to stay for awhile and just keep me company..." She holds up her hands a bit. "Ah, don't worry about getting home on time. Very short time-hops, like within a year, are pretty easy even in this old thing."\n\nTrying not to be a little overwhelmed at that casual mention, you focus on the matter at hand. "So you seriously just want some company?"\n\n"Well I mean, if you really <i>want</i> to do more, there's a few things that I could actually use your help with, yeah," she says, twirling a finger. "Some issues, projects, things like that, that I could use a second person to help with, especially a second person of Terran origin."\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep her company.|GGAlien2x1]]\n\n[[Help her out.|GGAlien1x2]]\n\n[[Ask to go back.|GGAlien]]

Pulling out of her spasming, gaping pussy, you groan as you fire thick, black goop from the tip of your cock, spattering against the underside of her swaying pink udder, dripping down it and onto the floor with a thick, oozing consistency. The Senshi shudders, mewling as your hoses gradually taper off their suction, and she's lowered the floor, tits and udder pillowing against it and keeping her in an all-fours position even before her hands and knees lower.\n\nShe spends a few more moments panting and shuddering, trying to catch her breath, before she looks up at you. "What... what are you going to do to me? M-" The Senshi cuts herself off, already sweaty, flushed face turning bright red as she realizes she was about to add a 'moo' without being prompted.\n\n"Hm? I'm not going to do anything," you note as you finish retracting your tendrils into your backpod and reabsorbing your cock. "I'm leaving now, toodles!"\n\n"W-what?!" she squeaks, then lets out a breath. "I mean... f-fine! I'll... I'll get you later, you yokai! Once this wears off!"\n\nYou pause in sashaying towards the door, looking over your shoulder. "Who said anything about it wearing off?"\n\n"... What?" she squeaks again.\n\n"This isn't some common energy drain or mild curse, I actually altered your body at the cellular level. That's you now. You're going to have huge milky tits and a fat overproducing udder for the rest of your life. Oh, and that yokai-corrupted milk of yours can still only be milked out by someone other than yourself." You give a slight wave again as you step out the door. "Enjoy!"\n\n"Mmmmmmmmmmoooooooooo!" comes the howl from behind you. A beat later, "I mean, nnnnnnnnnnoooooooooo!"\n\nLaughing, you flatten yourself out and slide under the elevator doors. Sometimes tormenting magical girls is more fun than utterly defeating them.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HLSenshi6xEnd]]

Stepping forward, you give her a light shove on the shoulder, sending her toppling backwards to sprawl on the bed. You take the strength out of her body, leaving her laying there unable to do much more than some very minor squirming as she gives frustrated growls of anger, her face becoming even more flushed. "Hmmm, interesting... as the bits of me spread out through your body, it's like I become more aware of all your cells," you muse as you watch Rei tremble and pant on the bed. "I think I could make some interesting changes."\n\nThe Senshi's eyes widen as her breasts wobble beneath her shirt, far more than would be accounted for by her own near-limp squirming. She stares in horror as they grow just a little larger with every breath she takes, shaking like jello molds as they expand.... but she also has to suppress a whimper, the crotch of her panties growing damp as the pleasurable heat of your influence suffuses her growing breasts. You have them stop once she's gained about a cup size, snickering to yourself. \n\n"Oh, those are as big as your friend the green one's now, hm? You should be thanking me, I bet you've always been jealous!"\n\n"Y-you can't just toy with my body like this!" she snaps back, though there's a quavery tone in her voice that says you hit the nail on the head with that one.\n\n"A ridiculous thing to say, considering that I'm doing just that." Snickering again, you look her over. Hm, now what sort of change to make...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Big milky tits.|HLSenshi6x2]]\n\n[[Fat throbbing cock.|HLSenshi12x1]]\n\n[[Why not both?|HLSenshi]]

Del and Jake show you around to the other employees of the Movie Magic area, making it clear your services are free to everyone, since you are after all Worldland property. You're kept in one of the backroom break areas, and spend your days bending over or getting on your knees for anyone who asks. News of you spreads around the park, and soon practically every male employee in the park comes by to try you out at least once. From the rattiest janitor to the fattest fry cook, they all come around to jam their unwashed cocks down your throat or stuff them up your ass, usually heaping verbal abuse and belittlement on you. If would be a humiliating existence, but you're no longer capable of feeling humiliation.\n\nYour owners often Digitize you again to tweak some aspect of your programming or body, or just make a few changes when everyone seems to be getting bored of you. The repeated correction of various little flaws that the computer makes when breaking you down and rematerializing you eventually locks your cells in a kind of stasis, rendering you effectively immortal. Immortality could be seen as a blessing, or an eternity of being used and abused as a sex toy a curse, but you have no opinion on the matter. You don't even really notice that the people around you are aging as you're not, because it's not relevant to your purpose.\n\nMany years and generations of employees later, Worldland is shuttered. Everyone assumes someone else is likely to claim you and take you home, and makes no move to do so themselves to avoid an argument... you're not really worth the drama, after all. And so the Movie Magic exhibit is locked and boarded, and you're left standing in the break room in the dark, feet together and arms at your side, staring into the blackness towards the wall.\n\nMaybe someday, many years later, someone will find you and once again put you into service having cock stuffed in your receptive holes. Not that you care.\n\n<b>Digitizer</b> end - <i>An abandoned doll</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Well that's kind of dark. Take me back to the beginning of the Digitizer, let's see if I can do better.|DigitizerStart]]\n\n[[Let's just go back to character generation.|CharGenMain]]

"... become a dairy cow for me?" You run a fingertip along the curve of one of her huge, overfull tits, making her cry out even at the light indenting the pressure does on the now nearly taut surface. "Since you want to be milked like one, after all."\n\n"A-aaah! Yes! Yes, I'll be a dairy cow!" she squeals desperately. "Please! Make me a dairy cow, just milk me!"\n\n"Hm, alright then." You step back, the pod on your back opening up and extending several long rubber tendrils. You wraps them around the Senshi's arms and legs, lifting her into the air, using two smaller tendrils to finally peel the completely sodden panties off of her. The Senshi actually moans eagerly as you turn her over, leaving her spread-eagled in midair with her enormous milk-filled jugs hanging down below her. You start rubbing your rubber hands over their surface, feeling the tension of all that milk under the surface. "Quite a nice haul, very nice, so full of energy!"\n\n"Please," she whimpers. "Please, you said you'd milk me!"\n\n"Now now, ask for it correctly. Prove you want to be a cow!" you answer, giving one of those overfull tits a light spank and making her yowl.\n\nShe whimpers again, but then after a moment of trembling answers, "M-... mmmmooooooo... milk me, please, moooooo..."\n\n"Mm, very good. And I will in just a moment. But first, let me just make sure you're fit for the roll!"\n\n"Oh God, please! M-moooo!" the Senshi begs, then cries out as she can feel the heat in her body. You doubt it's from the latex you're sending running up her legs and arms, sheathing them tightly in hip-high boots and shoulder-high fingerless gloves, shifting the black into a white-with-black-splotches pattern, and altering the heels so that she'll be forced to walk on the balls of her feet, balancing on the thick black rubber hooves at the end of the boots. It's probably not even from the feel of two nubs of little black rubber horns pushing out from her scalp amidst that pretty black hair. It probably has more to do with a large part of her stomach turning pink and starting to push outward, bulging out and hanging down heavily, four little nubs sprouting low on it and starting to grow thicker and longer. \n\nYou watch her pussy continue to get wetter and hotter at the pleasure of being changed, arousal running down from her crotch to trickle over her growing udder. It too quickly begins to fill with milk as it grows, the pink sack quickly growing larger than one of her tits and just as taut. It shakes just like they do as she writhes and bucks in your grip, stiff teats pointed at angles towards the floor. You bring two tendrils up towards her face, the Senshi giving a little gasp as you pierce her nose with a black rubber ring, helping to complete the look.\n\nOnly once her udder has completed its growth do you finally extend more thick tendrils from your backpod, their tips gaping open like eager, hungry mouths. They slide over her teats and nipples and then clamp tight, the Senshi giving a whimper and a shudder of eagerness, and letting out another "Mmmmoooooo" as encouragement. You lower her down further in front of you, gripping her hips, positioning the long, thick black rubber cock you've grown. The same instant you start the suction on her milk-filled udders, you slam forward, stuffing the thick thing into her, the Senshi howling gleefully as she cums hard both from the feeling of being filled and the release of finally starting to be drained.\n\nYou start fucking her, good and hard, as your tentacles suck the milk out of her, the black rubber tubes of your tentacles swaying and juking as her huge tits and fat udder wobble beneath her. Her eyes have rolled up in her head, her tongue lolling out as she's overwhelmed by sensation. She's cumming every couple of thrusts, each orgasm making her pussy clench around your rubber prick and sending more milk gushing into your hoses. You can feel it, hot and smooth and full of energy, sliding into your body, your flat black rubber belly gradually swelling up as it fills faster than you can absorb it.\n\n"Mmmmoooooooooooo! Mmooooooooooo!" the Senshi squeals, probably not even realizing she's doing it at this point, her lips curled up in an idiotic smile as she tosses her head, tongue jutting out, the ring in her nose bobbing back and forth.\n\nSoon your belly is swelled up as if at least eight months pregnant, and you can tell you've drained off at least enough of her milk to keep her from aching. But it's obvious she's let down all her mental guards, and is on the cusp of falling anyway. Hm, how best to insure that fall?\n\n<hr>\n[[Make her a cow mentally as well.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Make her addicted to being milked and fucked.|HLSenshi7x1]]\n\n[[Turn her into a cow yokai.|HLSenshi8x1]]\n\n[[Just leave her as she is.|HLSenshi6x4]]

You internally feel a smile despite the obvious blankness of your face as you make your decision. You snap your fingers, and the Senshi gasps aloud as her breasts start swelling and growing again, starting to tighten the fabric of her shirt and drag it up her middle.\n\n"S-stop... stop," she pleads, arching her back and making her increasingly larger tits shake even more. She gives another cry and a jerk on the bed as they suddenly swell in size noticeably, rather than the slow, steady growth they had been giving. "AAA! Ah... they... they're so much hotter," she whines, her nipples having grown to almost half an inch in length beneath her shirt. "What... what did you do?!"\n\n"Oh, just stimulated your milk production. Well, overstimulated, I should say," you reply in a droll tone as she continues to writhe, her hands now clutching at the sheets and hips bucking some in the air, white panties almost clear where they're plastered against her pussy. "Got to make up for lost time, really get them pumping, y'know!"\n\nThe Senshi cries out again as her shirt finally tears at the collar and then splits down the front, her enlarged boobs spilling free, settling heavy and full atop her chest, shaking like overfilled waterballoons with every breath. She continues to buck and writhe her hips as much as she can, reflexively trying to fuck the air as her tits get bigger and bigger. "Stop, please," she whimpers. "Stop, they're too full, they're too full, please," she continues to whine as more and more milk fills her growing breasts.\n\nOnce they're at three times the size of her head, or thereabouts, you stop the growth, and remove her paralysis... but don't do a thing about the milk production. The Senshi immediately grabs at her now much more slowly expanding tits, whimpering and moaning as she sinks her fingers into them, runs her hands over them, and finally grabs at her long, thick nipples, yanking on them. "It won't come out!" she groans desperately, attempting to grip her tits lower down and squeeze upward, accomplishing nothing but making herself yowl in aching pleasure at shifting the milk around inside her. "It won't come out!" she repeats.\n\n"No, no it won't," you answer with a laugh. "Animals don't milk themselves, silly! You have to ask me to do it!"\n\n"N-no... no, never!" She shudders, but she can't rally herself to do anything but continue to grab at her tits, desperately squeezing at them and yanking on her nipples, doing everything she can to try and get the milk still slowly but steadily swelling them up out of her. Her whining and whimpering grows louder and more desperate as both the sore ache of need and the intense pleasure of being so full and still growing batters at her mind. It's almost ten minutes, and a steadily growing wet spot on the bed, before she whimpers loudly and whispers, "... milk me..."\n\n"Hm? What was that?" You make a show of cupping your hand where your ear would be, if you bothered to form them. "I didn't quite hear you."\n\n"M-milk me!" As if the words had allowed the slight crack in the dam to become a torrent, the Senshi blurts out, "Please, milk me! Milk my tits! Milk me! I'll do anything! Anything at all, please, just milk me!"\n\n"Oh? Anything at all, you say?" you repeat, leaning forward onto the bed beside her. "Does that mean you'd..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... become my cow?"|HLSenshi6x3]]\n\n[["... bear my children?"|HLSenshi]]\n\n[["... inflict the same fate on your friends?"|HLSenshi9x1]]

Having decided, you turn and head over to the corner of the room, grabbing the bucket. Ranma barely has time to blink in confusion before you're turning back and tossing the water all over him. Spluttering in outrage, Ranma leaps to her feet, shaking off some of the water as she yelps, "Whadja do that for?!"\n\nInstead of answering you move around behind the short redhead, reaching around below her arms and hefting her tits in both hands, squeezing them through the damp silk. Ranma gives another yelp, her face going red as she raises her hands to tug at your wrists, but it's like she can't quite bring herself to use enough force to actually pull you away. "H-hey, what the hell're you doin'?!" she demands, trying to sound angry despite the thread of a moan under the words.\n\n"Man, they're huge," you murmur more to yourself than her, feeling your fingers sink into the still-covered tits a little bit, her nipples stiffening through the thin layer of silk. You shift a bit to pinch them, hearing her gasp loudly.\n\n"C'mon, Eric, quit it," she whines. "I'm a guy, remember?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be slow and seductive.|RanTat]]\n\n[[Be direct and forceful.|RanTat4x1]]\n\n[[Be rough and mean.|RanTat3x2]]

"You're a collection of holes," you state blandly before raising your hands to give her a shove, sending her stumbling forward and falling onto all fours.\n\n"HEY!" Ranma cries, flushing angrily as she looks over her shoulder at you, only for her eyes to widen as you move in behind her and yank down her pants and boxers, baring her pussy and ass abruptly. She's still trying to say something in protest as you shove down the front of your pants to free your stiff prick, and without any further warning or buildup shove it into her ass, using the enhanced strength granted you by your new martial artist's body to slam it into her to the hilt. Ranma's eyes roll up in her head and her lips pull back from her gritted teeth, and you can feel a little spurt of her pussy as the combination of pain and pleasure makes her cum almost instantly, your tattoo forcing her to enjoy the rough treatment.\n\nYou grab her pigtail with one hand and haul back on it like a horse's reins as you begin pounding into her ass, slamming your cock into her abused hole as hard and fast as you can. Ranma grunts and gasps and occasionally cums as you rape her, her tits swaying and bobbling freely under the layer of red silk still covering them. "S-stop, I'm, I'm a gu-" she tries to protest, only to yelp as you smack her ass hard enough that a red handprint starts to form almost instantly.\n\n"You're a worthless slut that I'll use how I want," you snarl in reply, feeling her asshole squeeze around your prick as the abuse makes her cum again, the proud martial artist unable to do anything but whimper and whine as you pound her ass. Finally you give a grunt and shove forward, using her asshole as a place to dump your cum while the redhead writhes and moans in protest as she orgasms underneath you again. After a moment you pull out, leaving her ass gaping slightly from the rough fucking and dribbling cum down onto her pussy as you grab at her pants and underwear to yank them the rest of the way off. "And who the fuck told you that you're allowed to wear clothes, huh? Only people can wear clothes," you add as you grab her shirt and rip it off as well, finally setting those fat tits free.\n\n"I'm a-" Ranma tries to protest feebly, only for you to grab her hair as you settle back down in front of her and shove your cock down her throat instead. She trembles, staring pleadingly up at you as you start raping her face as roughly as you just raped her ass, but still unable to do anything but shake her round butt as you use her mouth. You're fairly certain from the moans and the way she eventually starts using her tongue that she cums several times from you pounding your prick down her throat as well, even as you grab her by the hair and shove her forward against your thrusts so that you can get balls-deep between her lips.\n\nOnce you've filled her throat with cum, leaving her gagging and swallowing hurriedly, you shove her around and fuck her ass again, Ranma not bothering to try and protest verbally now, just moaning and gasping with a faintly negative tone as you smack her ass and tits, telling her what a pathetic braindead fuck-animal she is. You go back and forth between her mouth and her ass, not even bothering to cum every time, just switching to the other when you get bored, though each hole does get several loads. You figure you've fucked her for almost two hours by the time you flop her onto her back, the redhead not even bothering to resist now, and indeed spreading her legs of her own accord as you slide between them and finally stuff your cock into her sodden cunt.\n\n"Look at these tits," you growl, grabbing both the fat orbs and kneading roughly, her moans entirely whorish now as you abuse her breasts. "Like anything would have tits like this if it wasn't meant to be used however a man wanted. You were always meant to be a fucking cumdump," you add, squeezing both her tits and making her arch her back as she cums around you, soaking your balls yet again and giving a whimpery moan.\n\nEventually you leave her laying sprawled limply on her front, legs spread and cum oozing heavily from both her lower holes, her body twitching in little aftershock orgasms. You take a few deep breaths as you eye your handiwork, lightly stroking your still mostly-hard and cum-slathered prick. Hm, now what?\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her rest for awhile, you can enjoy the results more later.|RanTat]]\n\n[[Set her aside for later use then go find some more fun.|RanTat]]\n\n[[She's used up, get rid of her and move on.|RanTat]]

"The guards are still alive, but they're out," you comment for the sake of your team. "I think you were right, they must be augments of some sort."\n\n"Touch the wounds briefly with different fingers, we'll analyze the sensor readings," Ryoko directs.\n\n"You're in," Karin says a moment later, the heavy doors sliding apart and letting you step inside. It's appropriately sciencey-looking, lots of control consoles, cables draped around, and at the center some sort of large ring with various prongs and emitters studding the inner lining of it. As soon as you're inside, the doors slide shut behind you and there's a grinding noise. "Alright, I activated the emergency magnetic seals, those doors are practically fused together now, no way anyone's getting in after you once they notice something's going on."\n\n"But how will I...?"\n\n"There's an escape pod, Kuroko Sakai apparently had one put in for herself in case anything went wrong while she was on-site. Once we're done, I'll boot it up and we'll just launch you right out of there!"\n\n"Alright, so how do I...?"\n\n"I'll guide you through a basic hack to get one of the terminals started, then use the connection through your suit to finish the job and help you set the generators to blow."\n\nYou head to one of the computers and follow Karin's instructions to get past the password entry prompt and find the right program, then watch as the screen begins flickering and moving at a much faster pace. After that you rush about the room setting levers and switches, doing your best to ignore the faint pounding noises you can now hear at the entry door. Once you've thrown the last switch, part of the wall slides open to reveal a small chamber with an overdesigned seat and crash webbing. You leap into it and yank the straps into place, just in time as the doors swing back closed and you feel intense pressure as the pod launches. You watch the facility shrink below you, and a moment later a long gout of fire and debris issuing from the point where the pod launched. Well, mission accomplished, it looks like.\n\nThe pod lands about a minute later, hitting the ground hard and rolling around, and while it's jarring apparently the seat and restraints were specifically designed to keep someone from suffering so much as a bruise in just such a landing. You unstrap and yank on the door release, scrambling out and following Ryoko's transmitted directions on which way to turn and start running. You cross several roads before eventually making your way to a highway on-ramp where the van is idling and waiting for you.\n\nYou return to the facility, stripping out of your suit and showering, changing into a pair of hiphugger white panties and a sleeveless white top that barely covers your breasts, which is apparently the standard "casual" uniform for Operatives when they've just finished a mission. You pad out into the after-action room, finding Ryoko and Karin waiting for you.\n\n"The mission was a success," Ryoko reports. "We've determined that the machines, their schematics, and various rare materials have been destroyed. We'll likely still need to remove the scientist Kuroko Sakai used to design them from her clutches, but that's a matter for another day. As for the guards, it looks like I was right... some genetic therapy using animal DNA to give them denser muscle mass and stronger bones. It appears Kuroko Sakai might be closer to a breakthrough on that front than we imagined, but even then it's far cruder and less effective than our own techniques. The threat is... negligable."\n\n"That's good to hear, at least," you acknowledge with a nod.\n\n"Speaking of which, this mission went pretty much flawlessly," Karin says, grinning. "So your rating has been bumped up, and you've been cleared to receive one of two different upgrades."\n\n"Oh? Do I somehow earn credits with these missions that I can only 'afford' one?"\n\n"No, no, it's not like that," Karin replies, raising a hand and waving off that idea with a wag of her hand. "It's that you sort of rank up, allowing you a greater allocation of resources. And while the resource intensity of these procedures is one factor, it's also that all of this is some level of experimental, and we haven't yet figured out how to make these two procedures play nice with each other. Mice testing with both of these upgrades... hasn't gone so well." She coughs into one hand, then says, "Anyway! There's an upgrade we can give you that will allow you to produce different types of pheremones that will have different effects on people."\n\n"Oh? Like the orgy grenade?" you say dryly. "Or do you mean like the 'mind fog' ability I had before?"\n\n"Ehhh, a little of column A, a little of column B. The Mistress's technique for changing someone into a futa isn't entirely based in science and we can't replicate it, and the few people she chooses to bestow it on are deemed too valuable to risk in the field as operatives." At your flat expression, Karin shrugs. "Hey don't look at me, just tellin' ya what I was told. But yeah, you can make people lust after you... you can also make them afraid of you, or not want to notice you, stuff like that. Anyway, the other is the next step of the treatment you already have on your muscles... it increases flexibility, durability, stretchability of pretty much your whole body. It will let you push your strength even farther since you won't have to worry about muscle and tendon tears, and give you much greater flexibility and agility as well."\n\n<hr>\n[[Get the pheremone treatment.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Get the muscle treatment.|Kyoko3x9]]

"The muscle treatment sounds like it's the better option," you decide. "There were a few times in those vents I really wanted to be a little more bendy."\n\n"Alright! C'mon down to the proper lab then and we'll get you hooked up."\n\nYou follow Karin down the hall and into another room where there are several large pieces of machinery, and she instructs you to strip. You're fairly used to this by now, and barely blush at all as you peel out of your combat suit and stand naked in front of the small woman. She beckons you to lean down and instructs you to open your mouth wide, then sprays some sort of aerosol into your mouth, making you fight not to cough or hack as she practically hoses down your throat. You can't help but jerk back some as she sprays it into your nose however. "Gah! What is that?!"\n\n"Delivery system for a form of simple nanite that lines your mouth, throat, and the inside of your nose. They process carbon dioxide back into oxygen hyperefficiently, so you can essentially breathe forever, as long as at least some movement of air from your lungs up into your mouth and nose is occurring. Well, I say forever, but these last about a week before their tiny little scrubbers wear out and they shut down and get passed out of your body," Karin explains as she starts typing at a console. A large machine arm holding a square of something stretched out and shiny... looks kind of like rubber... about eight feet on a side swivels around and lowers to about knee height nearby. "But you'll only be in about two days, waaaay inside the safety margin! Go ahead and climb on."\n\n"... Climb on?" you ask blankly, staring down at the taut rubber sheet.\n\n"Yeah, for this process to work, we need to get surface contact with as much of your body as possible. This material is made up in large part of the same stuff we're bonding to your muscles, so once you're in we'll be passing a specific level of power through it and gradually your body will absorb it. Just lay out spread-eagle. Oh, and make sure your braid's not between your skin and the material!"\n\nStill a little dubiously, you carefully climb up onto the sheet of rubbery stuff. Despite being fairly thin it only gives about as much as the surface of a thoroughly-inflated air mattress, and after a moment you shift around to lay back on it, feeling it yield underneath your bare ass and back before you lay your legs on it... and, as an afterthought, flip your braid out to the side so that it's laying curled in a slight arc around your arm. You settle with your legs and arms spread, then your eyes widen as another mechanical arm swings an identical sheet of rubber out over you and lines up before it begins to slowly lower. "Um, Karin...?"\n\n"Just relax! And keep your mouth open so the nanites have maximum area to work, you'll be fine! You could easily survive no problem for up to two weeks in there with more efficient oxygen nanites," Karin chirps cheerfully.\n\nUnable to think of anything else to do, you open your mouth wide and inhale deeply right before the rubber sheet comes down over you. You can feel it stretching over your front, pressing you down more firmly into the sheet below, before there's a low drone and both sheets start becoming tighter around you. You can't help but squirm and writhe as the two sheets start to draw together, becoming a tight seal around you and then that seal drawing in closer and closer to your skin. The rubber presses up around your arms and legs and head first, and you can actually feel some of it push into your open mouth before it stops, the tight grip of the rubber around your jaw and face keeping your mouth held permanently in that position, even as the rubber seals down against the lines of your forehead, eyes, and cheeks. You can feel it conforming to your breasts too, suctioning on so tightly that every bit of your stiff nipples is hugged by the material. It begins to suction in just as tightly between your legs, hugging up against the puffy lips of your pussy, tightly conforming to each one, even as the rubber behind you lifts and separates your asscheeks, the material going in so far that you can feel it pressing all around your pucker. You can only imagine what you must look like from the outside... a detailless rubber statue suspended in a field of black, or maybe some half-finished love doll with its mouth gaping open and pussy and ass on display just waiting for a cock.\n\nYou feel yourself moving, an effortless mechanical swing and glide without regard for if you might be jostled, since you're completely immobilized anyway. You think you've been moved upright but you have no way of knowing. You're also not certain but you think there's a faint sound... it's not even like white noise, more like the memory of white noise. Is that the power field Karin mentioned? Every time you think you can hear it and strain to do so everything just dissolves into absolute and utter silence, like it's all absolute and utter darkness. Your chest is barely even moving when you breathe, the rubber restricting your chest and stomach so tightly that it's more like tiny pants that even you can barely notice. It's almost like you really have become some sort of rubber doll, locked here in this vacuum-sealed blackness.\n\nTwo days of this?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Three days later...|Kyoko3x10]]

Ranma and Genma will need to be woken too, after all!\n\nYou give your father's balls a gentle squeeze, and as you knew it would that sets him off, his cock starting to twitch and spurt inside your throat. You quickly pull back, sucking hard all the way to clean even the gleam of spit off of his cock (you do love to leave things pristine, after all) and form a tight seal around the base of his cockhead, gulping hard until every last bit of cum has been swallowed. Then you spent a minute or so swirling and stroking with your tongue, making sure every drop has been cleaned up before popping it out of your mouth and giving a cheery, "Good morning, Father!"\n\n"Ah... good morning, Kasumi," Soun says a bit distantly as you tuck his softening cock away and do his pants back up, before rising to your feet and making your way upstairs.\n\nRanma is sprawled on his back and snoring, one hand scratching where his shirt has ridden up to bare his belly, and his father is laying curled on his side. Giggling a bit, you kneel between Ranma's slightly spread legs and fish his cock out of the flap of his boxers. You slide your mouth over it while it's still mostly soft, sliding a hand into his boxers to start rolling his balls in your fingers. You can feel him rapidly growing hard, his cock pushing further down your throat and spreading it wider open as it stiffens, and you slide all the way down on it to let it finish getting completely hard inside you while you tongue the underside. Ranma's soon moaning and gasping as well as you work your head along his length, the first thing he feels of the day (as every day) your mouth and throat wrapped around the full length of his stiff, throbbing teenage prick.\n\nYou mmf a little around it as you feel your dress being flipped up, baring your cotton-clad ass. A bit of a glance behind shows that Genma, still looking half-asleep, has shucked his pants and moved around behind you, stroking his own hardon as his fingers hook into the back of your panties. You raise your head, his son's cock slipping out of your mouth as you chirp, "Now now, Saotome-san...!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... wait your turn!"|KasumiX2x3]]\n\n[["... remember to use my ass!"|KasumiX3x1]]

"You know my lower holes are off limits," you tell him in a gentle scolding tone. "As soon as I've finished sucking off Ranma-san I'll get to you."\n\nGenma grumbles but acquiesces, though he doesn't bother to flip your skirt back down, leaving your pantied ass on display and jutted up in the air. He settles in to the side, stroking his cock slowly while he watches you go back to deep-throating his son, eyes fixed on the way your lips slide up and down Ranma's shaft. You continue to palm and tickle Ranma's balls as you deep-throat him, your motions quick and efficient as you work your head up and down and make your throat bulge with his girth. Soon Ranma gives a low groan and thrusts his hip up, pressing the base of his sack against your chin as he cums down your throat. In this case you let him, waiting until his cock is no longer twitching or shuddering against your stroking tongue before slowly pulling back, once more sucking hard to clean him off as you go, until the tip pops free and his half-limp cock flops against his belly.\n\nStraightening up and sitting back on your heels, you shift to face Genma and rest your hands on your thighs, tilting your head back some and opening your mouth wide, tongue stuck out. As you expected, he immediately moves forward to grab the sides of your head, stuffing his cock down your throat and starting to face-fuck you. While, it only seems proper, you did make him wait after all. You gulp and tongue at him as he pounds away at your throat, grunting and huffing, your father's friend making use of your mouth as if it were the pussy he no doubt wanted to be fucking earlier. His heavy balls slap repeatedly against your chin, his fat belly brushing your face as he pumps into you. Finally he gives a near-growl and yanks you forward hard, grinding the base of his cock against your lips as he uses your throat as a cumdump. Still, he pulls out nice and slow so you can properly suck him clean, pausing to let you swish your tongue around his cockhead before pulling it free. "Good morning, Kasumi," he grunts, before doing up his pants and hopping out the window to join Ranma in training.\n\n"Good morning, Saotome-san!" you reply chipperly just to be polite, your voice a bit hoarse from the rough throatfucking you just received. It'll be fine in a minute. You rise to your feet and head a bit further down the hall, intending to wake Nabiki next. Your sister is wearing only a thong and has tossed off her covers, flopping on her front and raised up a bit on her knees, practically bare ass sticking up in the air. You sigh a bit at the rather unladylike manner of sleeping dress and position, then shrug. Oh well.\n\n<hr>\n[[Time to put your tongue back to work.|KasumiX2x4]]\n\n[[Don't be silly, girls don't need that to wake up!|KasumiX]]

Hm. Karin said it was fine to just drop it, and she probably helped make the damn thing so she'd probably know. You slip the grenade off of your hip and stretch your arm out, raising the vent just enough, then take a deep breath before hitting the button and rolling the grenade forward and out through the vent. You listen to the few calls of surprise and some hissing. A voice demands you show yourself, but about halfway through trails off into panting and moans while you're counting down in your head. By the time you get to thirty, there's nothing but moaning and gasping and the sounds of flesh slapping on flesh coming up from the vent.\n\nYou scoot forward and push the vent off completely, peering through to take in the situation. Looks like about three women and a good fifteen men, most with their black uniforms torn and ragged, some having already stripped completely naked. All three women have a cock in each hole and are moaning and sucking eagerly, one of them also pumping two cocks with her hands and rubbing them against her bared tits. The remaining men are all fucking, well, other men, either the ones who are pounding away at the women or just each other. You flush some at the sight, but remind yourself not to get distracted... this is just part of the mission.\n\nYou drop down through the opening and land lightly, striding forward... luckily looks like all of them are too focused on their current partner(s) to pay you any mind. You scoop up an access card from a pile of ripped and discarded clothing and swipe it at the door, heading out into the corridor and turning right at Ryoko's direction in your ear. Here and there you stop or slip into small alcoves to hide as directed, waiting for patrols to pass or for Karin to hack cameras.\n\n"The entry to the experiment chamber should be just ahead," Ryoko says, voice calm and even and at a normal volume, obviously knowing she doesn't need to whisper.\n\nYou peek around the corner, and whisper back, "It's guarded."\n\n"More ninjas?"\n\n"Not unless there's a sumo division. One guy's big, beefy, and potbellied, the other just looks plain fat," you respond as you size up the duo.\n\n"Hm. Either Sakai has become desperate for help, or they're some form of augments."\n\n"Like me?"\n\n"Doubtful. Absolutely nothing we have says that she's even close to our level. Initial experiments with animal gene splicing, that sort of thing, their muscles might be denser and more efficient at best. It might be best to simply take them out, though we primarily wanted to avoid fatalities on this mission. I'll leave that decision up to you, Kyoko... you'll have to be the one to pull the trigger."\n\n<hr>\n[[Shoot them.|Kyoko3x7]]\n\n[[Fight them.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Try to talk your way past.|Kyoko]]

With a practiced ease you settle down onto your knees next to your father's legs, reaching forward to undo his pants and tug them open. His half-hard cock spills free to lay against his belly, already long and thick and only growing moreso as you wrap a hand around it and begin stroking up and down, feeling the soft skin shift beneath your fingers less and less as it firms up and grows taut. As it finishes stiffening you wrap your hand around the base of it, absently brushing some hair behind your ear as you lean forward and roll your tongue around the head before slurping it into your mouth. You begin bobbing your head, having developed a good routine from years of doing this, your other hand resting on his stomach as you work on deep-throating that long, thick prick.\n\nSoon your father is half-awake and moaning, one of his hands coming up to rest on the back of your head but not trying to guide you, quite secure in the fact that you know what you're doing. You shift your hand at the base of his cock to his balls, fondling them gently and affectionately as your lips press to the root of his shaft. You stay there for several long moments, before starting to quickly bob your head up and down, sliding about three inches up before gulping the rest of it back past your lips, your throat squeezing and sucking at his length.\n\n"Ah, Kasumi," Soun groans, his cock twitching against your tongue. Ah, that usually means he's getting close, so you should probably hurry up and finish. After all...\n\n<hr>\n[[... you've got more cocks to suck.|KasumiX2x2]]\n\n[[... you want to have time for him to fuck you, too.|KasumiX]]

You take one last desperate look around for any possible sign of your supposed protector before turning and bolting. You hear a savage, barely human snarl from behind you and feel a sharp pain across your lower back, which quickly turns into an unbearable heat that begins spreading through your entire body. Screaming, you drop to the ground, body twitching out of your control... this is like the pain you felt being transformed into this body, but without the strange sense of pleasure to provide some sort of relief from it. The part of your brain that doesn't feel like it's being consumed by agony registers cries and the sound of a scuffle from behind you, and then amidst all the feeling of being burned alive there's a quick, sharp sting in your neck. Then you mercifully pass out.\n\nSometime later you drift up through the darkness, feeling like you've been dropped into a vat of wool fluff and then had it wrapped tightly around you until you were mummified. But you can hear two familiar voices nearby, apparently arguing.\n\n"-mess of the entire operation," you can hear Katsuko saying. "By disobeying orders again."\n\n"Because she was afraid," Ryoko replies, an edge to her voice. "She's spent the last week being thrust into a world she didn't know existed, having her body twisted without her consent, and then told to calmly face down a serial killer. Of course she broke and bolted."\n\n"She was told to trust the operative, she should have."\n\n"And what reason has she been given to trust us?" \n\n"Careful, Ryoko. Are you questioning my methods?"\n\n"... Our cause, no. Nor that you may make whatever decisions you wish. But in this case I must question your methods, yes. She went on this mission because she realized the mistake she made and wanted to atone for it. She would not have been there if she were not trying to make up for what she had done... and if we had not asked it of her. So yes, I authorized the procedures, demanded them in fact, despite the expense. She tried to help atone for her sins... I owed it to her to in turn atone for ours."\n\n"... Where is this coming from?"\n\n"If you did not want me to become attached to her, you should not have made her my daughter."\n\n"Mm. You were never so much trouble."\n\n"But I was never a normal girl either, was I?"\n\n"... Alright, Kyoko. She's your responsibility now, then. You'll be her operator, that's as responsible for her life as I can make you. We'd best see if you can-"\n\nYou sink down before Katsuko can finish making the rest of her proclamation on your fate, losing yourself into the void again. The next time you wake up feels surprisingly... normal, as if you were waking up on any given morning. You blink and look around, seeing what seems like a high-end hospital room, albeit geared entirely towards treatment rather than luxury. You shift a little and feel a weight on the bed, and looking to the side spot Ryoko leaned forward, arms folded on the side of the bed and head resting on her arms. Apparently awoken by your movement, her eyes slide open slightly, apparently enough to see that you're awake as well, since she sits bolt upright. "I... are you alright?" she asks quietly, reaching out to touch your cheek.\n\n"I... think so?" You lift one of your own hands and look at it, flex it, as if just to test how you're moving. It's still a Japanese teenager's hand, but otherwise moves just fine, without pain, the same when you twist your shoulders back and forth to shift your back. "What happened?"\n\n"When you ran, it must have stimulated the killer's predatory behavior... he couldn't help but slash you with his knife. It was coated in a kind of... toxin, something that eats away at muscles and organs."\n\nYou blink, a hand going to your middle as if to check on your various internal parts... then lowering back to the bed. "You knew?"\n\n"Suspected," Ryoko admits. "From the state of the other bodies. His older sister died of a wasting sickness when he was a child... apparently he needed to see girls that reminded him of her suffer a similar fate before his eyes. The operative was able to take him down and administer an experimental antidote we'd developed."\n\n"Then... I'm alright?"\n\nRyoko hesitates, then says slowly, "The antidote was only based on what we'd been able to discern from examining the bodies... the actual chemical broke down too fast for us to ever get a direct sample and thus create a complete antidote. What we had was only capable of slowing down the process. By the time we'd come up with a proper antidote, you would have died. So I... told them to save you. The only way we had."\n\n"... What did you do?" you whisper, rubbing at your middle with your hand again.\n\n"... Most of your organs have been replaced with 3D-printed duplicates... made of biomechanical materials highly resistant to any toxin, disease, or degradation, and which function many times more efficiently than the originals. Your muscles have been supplemented by a kind of cellular mesh that allowed them to hold together long enough for us to finish and administer the proper antidote and use gene therapy to rebuild them. There was... some brain damage, so we had to replace various damaged synapses and neurons with a kind of nanite latticework that, incidentally, has now given you a truly eiditic memory and perfect recall." Ryoko takes a deep breath, then says quietly, "You are now what is commonly known as a 'cyborg'."\n\nYou sit and stare at her for long moments. Then...\n\n<hr>\n[["You've turned me into some kind of freak!"|Kyoko]]\n\n[["Thank you."|Kyoko3x2]]

Stepping up to the side of the bed, then smoothly shifting up onto it behind Nabiki, you reach forward and take hold of the thong, pulling it down around her knees and baring her pussy and pucker. Resting your hands on the outsides of her thighs, you lean forward and drag your tongue up your sister's slit, curling it to press it inward somewhat as you do. Her arousal is already easy enough to taste on your next lick, so you push your tongue deeper inside, stiffening it and swirling it around some, encouraging her further as she shifts beneath you, hips already starting to push back somewhat against your face. You flutter your tongue inside of her, pressing your mouth closer against your little sister's folds.\n\nOf course, you know that's not really what brings Nabiki around in the moment. Having gotten her wet but not dripping (because certainly you don't want to make a mess!), you instead move up to press your tongue against her pucker, hands sliding up to gently press her asscheeks further apart. You close your eyes as you concentrate on eating your sister's asshole, Nabiki moaning full-throatedly now as you swirl your tongue around the puckered hole, feeling it squeeze around you as you push inside of it.\n\n"Oh, fuck, that's right, eat my ass you slut," Nabiki groans, then gives a gasp as you deliver a swift swat to her ass as punishment for the profanity. Honestly. You're fairly certain she <i>likes</i> it when you spank her, the silly thing! Of course you're only given more reason to think so as she lets out another "Fuuuuck" and you quickly smack her ass again, and this time you can feel her pucker squeeze eagerly around your tongue.\n\nNabiki gradually gets louder, her moans coming closer together and getting faster, more breathless, though she proves she's a good girl by starting to murmur, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" over and over as she gets closer. Soon she gives a soft squeal and shudders all over. Drawing back a little, you drop your head and carefully lick her clean, long practice allowing you to do so without unnecessarily arousing her again. You tug your sister's thong back up into place before straightening up and slipping off the bed.\n\n"Now please remember to put on some clothes before leaving your room," you remind gently before stepping back out into the hall.\n\nAnd lastly, for Akane, who-\n\n<hr>\n[[-doesn't like "perverted" things.|KasumiX]]\n\n[[-needs a little extra.|KasumiX]]

"Do you believe in this? In what we'd be doing? Do you think it's going to help people?" you ask quietly.\n\n"I do," Ryoko answers instantly, though the determined look hasn't left her eyes.\n\n"... Alright. Then I'll believe in it too. I'll become an... operative. I'll do my best to justify all of this... and your trust in me."\n\nSlowly, Ryoko smiles, rising from her chair and leaning in to hug you. After only a heartbeat's hesitation (though you're pretty sure your heart is beating a lot faster than it used to), you bring your arms up to wrap around her as well, squeezing back, albeit carefully since you can feel that some things have changed and you literally don't know your own strength now.\n\n"I suppose the only question is whether you want to try to have a semblance of a 'normal' life as well," Ryoko says as she settles back into her chair a moment later.\n\n"That's an option?"\n\n"There is some value to an agent that maintains a civilian cover. So yes, you could go to school as planned, and I could resume my duties as principal." She hesitates again, then adds, "Admittedly, much of the work we would do would not be as useful... 'bandaid solutions', they're often called, reacting to the actions of those damaging society rather than stopping them before they can take those actions."\n\n"So we'd still be helping people," you muse aloud. "But not as much."\n\n"Still, as I said, there's some value to a cover identity... and I doubt anyone would truly begrudge you having a bit of a life of your own after what you've gone through."\n\n<hr>\n[[High school.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Full time operative.|Kyoko3x4]]

You're more a creature of the suburbs, but the actual city seems far closer to that than a tropical island or a farm. Hoping for just a bit of familiarity and normalcy, you tap a few of the city assignments, their boxes turning green. \n\nSeveral minutes later, the boxes disappear, replaced with more text and another voiceover. "Your application has been approved by Supervisor Jhaz at City Sector 1851. Please report immediately upon debarcation and follow your assigned guide drone to the supervisor's office for further explanation and assignment." A nearly invisible slot low on the wall opens up, revealing a pair of simple clasp-fasten work boots and a folded orange windbreaker. "Please don the appropriate garments before exiting the ship."\n\nYou pass the rest of the trip in silence, though it doesn't seem like a particularly long time before there's a light shudder and the vibration stops, your door almost immediately sliding open. You step out into the hall, seeing that you were actually sharing your ride with about half a dozen other human-ish aliens. All of you seem a bit numb as you shuffle your way down the back ramp and onto what looks like a large cul-de-sac attached to a city street. There's a small flurry of activity as a handful of little flying things shaped rather like barrel d8s zip through the air.\n\n"8971. 8971. 8971," one of them drones, flashing yellow, the others doing much the same. \n\nYou step over to it. "Yeah, guess that's me."\n\nThe lights switch to green, and start pulsing in the shape of arrows. "Follow me, please." It immediately starts hovering off towards the sidewalk, pausing when it gets about seven feet from you and repeating, "Follow me, please."\n\nWithout much other option, you follow it (please). You guess you're going to get a chance to get a look at the city... and it is a fair bit like the cities you've been to on Earth. Shockingly similar, in fact. Maybe with more muted colors... it's almost like everything, even the people, have a bit of a gray wash put over them. Maybe it's the weather... solid gray cloud cover above, and the temperature's cool-but-not-cold and a little moist, as if constantly on the verge of rain. Really the only thing to distinguish it from a human city is the people walking around (and on the occasional sign, billboard, or window display). A lot of them are at least human-shaped if very different in coloration and features, but you see a decent amount that are... not. Including some that give you the urge to scream and run off, but somehow you don't think that 'fleeing in fear' would be a very good first day impression.\n\nThe drone eventually leads you into a very uninspired-looking office building and up some stairs, and over to a door with 'Jhaz - 318' on the placard. You glance at the drone, then shrug and knock. At the call of "C'mon in!" from inside, the drone flies off, so you go on in.\n\nYou jerk a little to a halt at the sight of the alien sitting behind the desk... partly because your lizard brain immediately shrieks 'SHARK!' Of course she's not a shark, but she does kind of look like one... or like a shark, an orca, and a human all had a drunken orgy and somehow managed to make one baby. She's got a lot of human features, though her head definitely has enough of a sharklike set that it nearly set off your fight-or-flight response. The orca comes in mostly in the black and white coloration, though she lacks the white spots around the eyes... and she does have hair, though it's long, pale blue, and glowing. She has strong-looking arms and an incredibly toned stomach, which is shown off since all she's wearing up top is a crimson sports bra. She blinks glowing green eyes at you, then grins with a mouthful of pale steel fangs.\n\n"You must be LaChance." She stands up, revealing that she's also wearing a pair of grayish-brown cargo pants and a long, thin black conical tail with flukes at the end, and gestures at the chair across the desk. "Have a seat."\n\n"... Thanks." You walk over to settle into the plain, hard wooden chair, wiggling a little as if that might help it be comfy.\n\n"Primate?" she asks genially as she sits back down.\n\n"... Pardon?"\n\n"I'm asking if your species is descended from primates. There's usually two sorts that have your sort of response to seeing me, piscines or primates, and I don't see any gills, so." She chuckles, obviously deliberately closing her lips over her teeth as she does.\n\n"Ah... yeah, pretty sure we are, yeah. Primates, I mean."\n\n"It's okay, you'll get used to me, we'll be seeing a lot of each other. Here, while I'm at it..." She opens a drawer in her desk and pulls out what looks like a smartwatch. Walking over to you and waiting a second after you tense up slightly, she taps it against your collar, which buzzes and loosens. She then slips it around your left wrist, the watch band fastening and drawing gently snug. "There. Now don't go trying to take it off, that would be dumb for a variety of reasons. Even if you did manage to get it off, removing your tracker's an automatic twenty year sentence in a Slam. You don't want that, especially when things can go so good for you here. Alright, so!" She leans her rear against the edge of her desk and rests her hands to either side of her. "I'm Jhaz, I'm your Rehabilitation Supervisor. I'm former Rangers, but I'm technically civilian law enforcement now. Either way, until we get to know each other better, it's 'Ma'am', I'll let you know when you can trade up to 'Jhaz', 'kay?"\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you agree, trying not to sigh.\n\n"Hey, look, don't be too down, kid. I know you feel like you got a bum rap, and after reading your file I'm inclined to agree with you. Captain Commander's infamous across the service for being 'eccentric' if you're in and 'a crazy twit' if you're out. But let me tell you, the first thing you've gotta do here is set that aside." She lifts a hand and makes a gesture of pushing something off to the left. "I know that sounds like a shitty excuse from someone who's part of the system that screwed you, but just take it as my personal advice after having done this so long. Brooding over whether you deserve to be here or not, it's not going to help you. If you spend five years constantly thinking in the back of your head about how the system's done you wrong, you are going to get held back. The best thing you can do is just look at the situation, realize you've got five years in this place, and hit it with all you've got."\n\n"... I'll try," you allow after a moment, slumping a little.\n\n"Good, if you'd said you'd just done it I'd know you were the sort likely to lie to me. That's my other bit of advice, never fucking lie to me," she adds, shaking a black finger with a white underside at you. "First of all because I'm here to help you, for real, and second because it will really piss me off."\n\nYou can't help but grin some. "You're not exactly what I'd expect from a professional rehab officer."\n\n"The people that being professional works with don't usually pick a city sector, that's the voice of experience again. But okay, let's take a moment and go over things real quick." Jhaz claps her hands together lightly, then rubs them as she continues. "Alright, first of all, living arrangements. You have an assigned apartment, not much more than a shoebox but it's clean and livable, it's up to you to keep it that way and I'll expect you to. Your tracker is basically the only thing you need, it's the key to your apartment, anywhere else you're authorized to go, and how you buy or requisition anything. You can go anywhere in 1851 or the eight adjoining sectors, anywhere further than that, you need to request permission from me first, and don't be a sulk about that I'll almost always grant it if you actually bother to ask. Obviously we've got the usual sort of laws that you have to abide... no vandalism, no stealing, no beating the crap out of anyone else. We have our own little legal system here and most of it's handled via fines and community service, but you screw up bad enough you might get kicked to a higher court and they retry you for a harsher sentence, you do not want that. Now..." She pushes herself up and moves back around the desk to sit, starting to type at her computer. "About a job..."\n\n"Job?" You blink at that.\n\n"Yeah, you didn't think that you'd just get to sit around relaxing for five years, did you?" She glances up and snorts good-naturedly. "You're required to maintain a form of employment at all times. Don't worry, I can always find you something."\n\n"So do I just work for free or what?"\n\n"No, you earn Orison currency. It's not good anywhere else in the galaxy but here, but you can use it for whatever you want... buy stuff, go to shows, get a better apartment, though you need to get with me and discuss it before you intend to move. Now, for a lot of inmates, they earn a portion of an Alliance Credit for every Orison Rubat they make. You're in from the Rangers so your pay when you get out is set at your Ranger salary. But, you can work for and trade for all the Rubats you want while you're here. Hell, some people get so rich in Rubats that when their sentence gets close to up, they rush around trying to apply for a civilian support job so they don't have to leave." She taps a button and the little faded silver cylinder next to the screen spits out a sheet of paper with a noise suspiciously like a laser printer sped up by about three times. "Okay, here y'go, here's what's currently available. Some of 'em are kinda broad, but that's because there's either multiple positions open that I can get you into any of, or we need 'drifters' that can do a little of everything."\n\nNodding, you take the sheet and look it over, trying to decide what to do with yourself for the next five years... for a start, at least.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hotel employee.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Delivery driver.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Retail employee.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Health center employee.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Prostitute.|GGOri5x1]]\n\n[[Rehabilitation Supervisor's assistant.|GGOri7x1]]

Well, if you're going to play a canon character, may as well play what's probably the most popular one from the game. Of course, only once you've selected Tifa and taken a glance down at your altered, bouncy chest as it derezzes do you remember <i>why</i> Tifa was so popular. Whoops.\n\nWhen your body rematerializes, you're still stuck with large, bouncy breasts attached to your chest. Right, you didn't pick a male character <i>why</i>, again? Oh well, at least you feel a bit more solid and capable, even though you're just standing there. Looking down, you're surprised to find not the infamous white halter top and black miniskirt, but a very nice blue dress. You're standing on the back of some sort of carriage, being pulled along over rough ground that causes your chest to jiggle so much you're faintly worried you might actually pop out of the dress. Glancing around, you see a set of large, dilapidated metal doors rattling shut behind the carriage, a lot of scrap and junk piled around, and what looks like a dirty, aged children's playground with a spiky-haired man and a pink-and-red clad girl sitting on top of one of the pieces of equipment.\n\n'Oh, hey, that must be Cloud and Aeris! Aerith? Whatever. This must be the part of the game where everyone goes to Don Corneo's mansion.' You give a nod to yourself for having remembered. 'That's right, I'm going to Don Corneo's mansion to find out what he knows about Shinra's current plans. Barret argued with me a lot, but I insisted.' You blink, then frown, raising a hand up to rub at your head... then pressing it over your chest. Geez, this dress has no support at all, and apparently isn't meant to be worn with any underneath. 'Was arguing with Barret in the game? How did I remember that?' You glance back towards where the playground was, but it's already out of sight as the carriage moves further towards the Wall Market. 'That really was Cloud. It looked like he was okay despite the fall. Who was that girl he was with? ... Wait, didn't I know that a second ago? Aeri-... Arya? Anise? ... Who was that?'\n\nYour confusion stays with you, thoughts turning over in your head, some drifting away and others taking prominence. But as the carriage draws to a halt, you try to focus back on the here and now. AVALANCHE needs you, and you don't have time to worry about what Cloud might be doing cuddling with strange girls. You look to the side, and frown a bit as you realize you're not at any sort of house, but... well, it's gaudy, neon, and has a bunch of seedy-looking guys waiting around outside. Spotting one of the Don's men getting out of the carriage, you call to him, "Hey, I thought we were going to Don Corneo's mansion!"\n\n"We are," he assures you, gesturing placatingly with both hands. "But we gotta stop in here first, to find out if any new girls have come in to apply that the Don might be interested in. We gotta take them too, if there are, and then we'll be on our way. You wanna come inside? I mean, you can wait here, if y'want."\n\nLooking dubiously at him for a moment, you glance over at the waiting men, who are now mostly leering at you so hard you do a quick check to make sure that you didn't actually pop out to any extent. (Well, all except for one, who's hunched in the corner trying not to be noticed. Oh, Johnny, you didn't go very far, did you?) Sighing, you nod. "I'll come inside."\n\nStepping down from the carriage, you let yourself be escorted inside, though the Don's man just struts ahead without any gentlemanly pretenses. You're allowed past the front door guards and into the main room, which is a large hexagonal thing dotted with doors, you suppose in keeping with the "hive" theme. The Don's man turns back to you. "Wait here. Gotta go see the 'Queen Bee', if y'catch my drift. Shouldn't be more than a minute or two."\n\nHe heads off and disappears through one of the doors, leaving you to stand on the elaborately-tiled floor. Luckily there are no johns about, just the occasional girl dressed in a provocative bee outfit (what an odd choice for a theme, really) flitting from room to room.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take a look around.|FFTL1x1]]\n\n[[Stay put.|FFTL2x1]]

As frightening as this is, some part of you realizes that if you let fear take over, you're not going to live very long. You clamp your mouth closed, fighting to hold onto as much of your air as you can, hoping that wherever you're being abducted to it's close and filled with oxygen.\n\nYour lungs are screaming and your head is swimming by the time the angle you're being pulled at changes, and suddenly you're yanked out of the water and tossed onto a hard stone floor with a splatter, your soaked clothes already starting to spread a pool on the stone. Gasping and coughing, you look around frantically. There's not a lot of light to see by... it only seems to come from something green on the walls that glows faintly. Leslie is nearby, gasping and shuddering as well, looking like she's trying to push herself up on her arms. You look further, trying to spot your abductor, and let out a scream as you do, Leslie's joining to yours a moment later.\n\nThe hulking brutes look just like the statue brought to horrible, slime-dripping life. Though their armored bellies are as white as a dead fish's, the rest of them is covered in green-black scales. Their huge fishlike eyes reflect the faint light like polished stone, their toothy maws slowly opening and closing,, the gills on their sides working as well. Both of you scream again as the large creatures descend on you, their webbed fingers tearing and ripping at your clothes, baring your damp skin to the sickly glow of the cavern.\n\nMoving in near identical motions, the fish monsters flip both of you over, hauling you onto hands and knees, both of you facing each other. You can no longer see your own captor, but you can see the horror pushing Leslie into place... and your eyes widen in terror as you see the massive purple thing that slips from a slit on its crotch, jutting up at an angle above her bare ass. From the look of fear on Leslie's place, you can guess that the monster behind you must be wielding an equally impressive phallic thing. You look into Leslie's eyes, both of your minds trying to reject what's about to happen.\n\nBoth of you scream in near-unison as the creatures thrust into you. Its cock-thing feels as cold and clammy inside your violated pussy as its big webbed hands do on your waist... and yet almost immediately a heat starts spreading out from where it's inside you, stirring your belly and arousing an unwilling lust inside you. It begins thrusting, making a sickly gurgling sound as it rapes you, and with every thrust it drives deeper inside you and your pussy grows hotter and wetter around it. Both you and Leslie continue to scream as you're fucked by the aquatic horrors, but soon your screams are tinted with, and then overcome by, pleasure.\n\nYou're eventually moaning like a whore as sixteen inches of cold, monstrous fishcock slam into your pussy. You're driven near to the edge of madness as you're forced to cum over and over by a disgusting creature that time forgot, your body shuddering in orgasm, your tits jiggling underneath you. The fact that you can hear your friend's own slutty noises and watch her face as she similarly climaxes over and over, her eyes rolling up in her head, tongue lolling out of her open mouth, doesn't exactly help. You're not even certain how many times you cum, but when the fishmonster burbles and thrusts forward, and you can feel bulges traveling through the full length of its cock and then dropping inside you, you have your most intense orgasm ever, quite literally shorting your brain out and sending you crashing unconscious to the floor.\n\nWhen you come to, you and Leslie are alone in the cavern. You groan quietly, pushing yourself up, then looking around in a panic, but seeing no sign of the monsters. You look down at yourself. Your inner thighs are covered in some sort of viscous slime... and your previously flat stomach is bulged slightly. Staring, you run a hand over it... and shudder as you feel something shift inside you. You can feel panic and fear crowding in around the corners of your mind, but refuse to give into it... yet. Breathing deeply to calm down, you reach over and shake your friend's shoulder. "Leslie! Leslie!" She comes to with a start, gasping and flailing, until you can call, "They're gone! They're gone!"\n\n"Oh God," Leslie moans softly, rolling over onto her back... then staring down at her own bulged belly. "What... what did they do to us?"\n\n"I... don't know, they-" You cut yourself off with a gasp as you feel the bulge roil and swell. Leslie squeals as you both fall onto your backs, writhing and cumming as your bellies grow, pushing further and further out, briefly taking on a number of spherical outlines before evening out. Once the growing stops and the pleasurable sensation fades enough for you to both sit up, you both look at least seven months pregnant.\n\n"It's... a monster baby," Leslie whimpers, running her hands over her bulging stomach, then yanking them away in horror.\n\n"I think it's monster eggs, actually," you answer a bit flatly, shaking your head.\n\n"What... what do we do, Cy?"\n\nYou stare down at your egg-bloated stomach, trying to think. Maybe... maybe you could push the eggs out, before they go through another growth spurt or come to term? But how? And something tickles the back of your mind, teasing you with a memory of the pleasure of being monster-raped, and the even more recent wombgasms as the eggs grew inside you. As much of a horror as it is, just how much better would it feel as they got even bigger inside you? Which, of course, is probably the biological reason <i>why</i> it feels so good, trying to convince the surrogate mothers to carry to term. Still... what would it feel like to cum even harder than before...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to push the eggs out.|GGHH4x3]]\n\n[[Give up and leave them in.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

"C-cocks," you groan in your sweet, slutty young girl's voice. "Need more cocks... let the crew fuck me, please... cocks..."\n\nLaughing delightedly, Arana gives your head a shove and leans back. "Well, you heard him, Maxxon love. Give him to the crew."\n\nChuckling, Maxxon picks you up and tosses you over a shoulder, making you moan softly at the display of his power over you ass he carries you out of Arana's deck and through the corridors of the ship. Eventually he steps into what looks like some sort of mess haul, a few dozen rough-looking men in a variety of scoundrel-ish clothing all looking up from their conversations and meals as the big (naked) man walks in. Maxxon shifts to grab the back of your neck and holds you up like a scruffed kitten, showing off your slender, feminine form as you dangle meekly in his grasp.\n\n"Behold, the terror known as Cypher Ceed!" Maxxon declares with a booming laugh, before tossing you negligently forward to sprawl on the floor with a little yelp. "Enjoy him as you like, boys... he's all yours now!"\n\nThere's absolute silence in the room for long moments, every single eye in the place staring at you as you gingerly pick yourself up onto all fours. Then all at once a good six of them rush forward, quickly unfastening or unzipping pants, freeing already stiff and eager pricks. You moan eagerly as the fastest of the lot grabs your hips and crams himself roughly into your ass, starting to fuck you with an almost desperate pace. Another grabs a fistful of your hair and rubs his prick against your face, shuddering a bit as you eagerly jut your tongue out and start licking his balls. He wastes little time after that stuffing his obviously unwashed prick down your throat and starting to fuck your face, even as two more move in to your sides, grabbing your hands and drawing them up to their own stiff pricks, both of them starting to moan shamelessly as you begin jerking them off. The others shift around at the edges, trying to figure out where to get in, but eventually settling themselves to starting to strip down, readying themselves for their turns.\n\n"W-what the hell, man, is everyone going fucking gay?" one of the pirates demands as he looks around the room at more and more of his brethren starting to fish out their stiff pricks or strip down and move towards the group gathered around you.\n\n"It ain't gay," one of the men next to him already stroking his stiff prick grumbles, tossing a glare at him as if outraged at the implication. "But that's Cypher Ceed, he's busted up enough of us. Ain't wrong to enjoy seeing him brought low."\n\nThe pirate who first voiced his concern shifts a bit, obviously a little discomfitted by his own steadily-hardening cock as your prick-muffled moans carry to him, and one of the other pirates nearby lifts his comm device to take a recording and comments, "Besides, look at that fucking body, look at what Arana's turned him into! How can fucking something that pretty count as gay, man?"\n\nHe turns to stare at you for long moments, watching your nubile, naked form buck and writh between the two cocks spitroasting you, your hips working eagerly as cum spatters out from around the shaft stretching your asshole and speckles your asscheeks. "Fuck it," he growls, leaping to his feet and unbuckling his pants as he goes. He shoves past several of the other waiting pirates who give shouts of annoyance, but he ignores them as he moves immediately into the place vacated by the other man and plunges into your ass. He grips your hips and starts fucking you eagerly, his balls slapping against yours as you whimper sweetly around the fresh dick in your mouth. "Oh fuck, this is the best pussy ever," the straight pirate groans as he pounds away at your ass, your limp cocklet shaking beneath you.\n\nBefore it's over, every pirate in the mess hall succumbs, as well as most of the rest on the ship as they hear what's going on and wander in to check it out. Gay or straight, it doesn't matter as the sound and sight of their transformed nemesis getting pounded by cocks draws them in, and soon they're pumping away at you, moaning eagerly as they spurt their loads deep into your ass, or throat, or across your silky smooth skin or into your lovely golden hair. Sometimes two of them will shove their pricks into your ass at the same time, the straight pirates uncaring that their balls are slapping against each other's as well as your own as you squeal and beg for more in your slutty girl's voice. By the time it's all over, they've found several positions that will let them stuff three cocks in your ass at once, and you've been fucked by at least 300 of the rough outlaws.\n\nMaxxon wanders in as the excitement finally wanes, the now dressed pirate chuckling as he looms over your cum-smeared, twitching body. You look at him, the only sound your fuck-fogged brain being able to conjure up is a needy mewl, which makes him give a full-on laugh.\n\n"Oh, I hope you're not tired yet, boi... this is only the beginning."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BadCypher4dxEnd2]]

And so, you become the ship's 'Cabin Boi'... public property of the crew, to use and abuse as they see fit, as long as they don't cause any actual damage. Arana is quite firm about that as you stand in front of a bit of broadcasting equipment, wearing nothing but a collar and a tiny pair of panties that hug up against your small, limp cock. You're one of her possessions, after all, and she's letting the crew use you as a privilege, not a right, just like any of the arcade machines in the entertainment lounge.\n\nIn the first few weeks after your introduction, most of the crew seems a little embarrassed by the massive man-on-boi orgy your first day inspired. You almost get through the first day of general circulation unfucked, before a nervous-seeming pirate pulls you into his quarters and bends you over his bed, pounding your ass eagerly until he dumps his load, then just as nervously shoves you back out into the corridor. Similar incidents occur over the next few weeks, gradually increasing in frequency, with the occasional pirate who's willing to just tug you into an alcove and push you to your knees to stuff his cock down your throat, his gaze warily wandering back and forth as he fucks your eager mouth, your quags and gulps carrying a bit down the corridor.\n\nGradually confidence grows, and soon the pirates are just casually bending you over in the corridors, fishing out their cocks and using your asshole like the masturbatory aid it is. It's not an unusual sight at all to see a couple of pirates chatting amiably with each other while one of them has you bent against a viewport, your hands braced against it and your lips parted in soft moans as he goes balls-deep in your soft, tight hole.\n\nOf course, it's not all loveless, emotionless sex. Space pirates get lonely too after all, and occasionally you're pulled into quarters not for frantic stress relief, but slower, more thorough sessions. Sometimes you'll start the night on your back, legs and arms around a pirate as he pumps into your ass, but then spend the rest of it with him spooned up against your back, stroking your hair and talking to you about his life before he became part of Arana's crew. Some of the pirates, independent of each other, get the idea to dress you up for their sessions in their quarters... either in freshly-bought girls' clothing from space stations and planets, pretty lingerie and schoolgirl uniforms and such, or sometimes in the apparel of ex-girlfriends, slightly too large skirts concealing your limp cock as you ride their stiff, eager pricks. This grows into some of them getting the idea for 'date nights', dressing you up and actually leaving their quarters with you, taking you around to the various entertainments the ship offers and having a good time, before eventually heading back to their rooms to guide your mouth to their cocks.\n\nUnfortunately this eventually gets a little out of hand, and Arana stops dead in one of the corridors one day as two pirates shout furiously at each other, with you between them wearing a white blouse and blue pleated skirt, desperately trying to push them away from each other. One swings his fist angrily and accidentally hits your cheek, Arana shrieking in outrage as she storms forward, grabbing both by the back of the neck and tossing them into the bulkhead hard enough to stun them. Scowling, she turns to you and takes your hand, helping you to your feet. "Honestly, how dare they. Are you alright?"\n\n"Mm-hm," you murmur quietly, rubbing at your cheek a bit. "It was an accident, and it wasn't that hard. I'll be fine."\n\n"This is getting out of hand," she says, looking from the men to you with narrowed eyes. Then she sighs, expression softening. "Well, obviously it's not your fault. If anything you've been as much of a boon to the crew as anyone I've ever brought on board. But you're a victim of your own success, and what are we to do about this...?"\n\n"Um. I think you might need to get more cabin bois, ma'am," you answer sheepishly, smiling a little sadly as you drop your hand. "If there were more, then people might have favorites, but at least there wouldn't be so many left without company when I'm busy."\n\nArana starts to open her mouth, pauses, closes it. She looks at you for a moment, then points. "You're saying that even though you're worried you wouldn't be special and get to spend as much time with all the men, aren't you?" As you blush and glance aside, rubbing your upper arm, she lets out a huff, then a laugh. Then she leans forward, cupping your chin and lightly kissing your lips. "Darling, you are a treasure, and I am glad of the day I made you. Well... I think we have the first couple of volunteers for new bois," she says dryly, glancing at the pair of slowly recovering pirates, whose eyes widen at the statement. "But why don't you come along with me, sweetheart? I think you've earned some upgrades."\n\nSoon you return to your duties, but now with the ability to change your hair and skin color to better match the desires of your crewmen, and with two more new, horny, nubile bois to help spread the load around. Over time other bois come and go... prisoners who are converted and used for awhile before eventually being sold, captives from other crews, it even becomes fairly standard for pirates to serve a month or two as a boi for various infractions before they're returned to normal. But you? You're constant. Arana's genetic therapy keeps you young and girlish as the years roll by and you only gain more experience and charisma at handling the crew. You're often called the Pirate Princess, and Arana doesn't seem to mind the title... she's still Queen, after all.\n\nAny previous life you might have had is like a bad dream, long forgotten for the reality of being the prettiest, most beloved boy-slut in this part of the galaxy, and you wouldn't have it any other way.\n\n<b>Bad Cypher</b> end - <i>Head Cabin Boi</i>

The other two basically sound like they're complete "god mode"... tell the girls to do whatever, and they automatically do it without even thinking. "Convincing" on the other hand... well, sounds like that would be a nice compromise with being able to bend them to your will without turning them into ultra-compliant robots.\n\nSelecting that option, you watch as the menus disappear and Tifa resumes her motion wiping down a table, breasts swaying lightly with her movements. You also feel a shifting in your pants, eyes widening briefly at the sensation of your cock growing by several inches, making a fairly noticeable bulge in the front fo your pants. Once you've gotten over your shock, you clear your throat. "Oh, hey, Tifa. Think you could give me a quick little kiss?"\n\n"Sure," she answers agreeably enough, smiling as she leaves the rag and walks over, leaning in to peck you on the cheek.\n\n"... And maybe flash me, real quick?" you add, grinning at her easygoing compliance.\n\n"Eric!" Tifa smacks you lightly on the upper arm, her cheeks coloring.\n\n"Just a quick look, that's all," you press gently, keeping your tone friendly and a grin on your own lips.\n\n"Well." The barmaid does a quick glance around the bar, apparently checking to make sure the two of you are all alone, before turning towards you. She quickly brings her hands up and snags the bottom of her white shirt, lifting it up and letting her big tits come spilling out to sway and wobble gently. Tifa keeps her shirt lifted just long enough to poke her tongue out at you and wink, then yanks it back down and wiggles it into its proper place again. "Perv," she adds, smacking your arm again before turning to head back to her cleaning.\n\nStunned and pleased by the display, your mind starts racing over the possibilities of your altered stats. Your brain starts spinning out a wicked scenario of slowly convincing Tifa to do more and more depraved things until she's a wanton slut, so that you can watch her steadily devolve from the strong, cheerful lady she is now into a mewling cocksleeve for anyone that wants her. Or you could go a less degrading route, and just keep her to yourself, knowing she'll be pliant to anything you want.\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep her to yourself.|FF7X7x1]]\n\n[[Corruption.|FF7X46x1]]

"I guess let's take a look at the book?" you suggest, though apparently your leeriness is obvious to Maya since she snickers.\n\n"Calm down, it's not like it's going to eat you." She stands and makes her way over to the bookshelf, pulling down an appropriately ominous-looking leather-bound tome... then turning towards you and flapping the cover in your direction while grinning. "Rar! Rar rar rar!"\n\n"Ha ha," you mutter, blushing and glancing down. You glance back up as Maya flops down on the floor next to you, folding her legs as she rests the book in her lap and opens it. \n\n"Haha, wow, check out the cheesy handwritten style lettering!"\n\n"The spelling's all weird," you add, squinting. "Is is supposed to be Old English?"\n\n"Or just look like it, probably. It does have a chapter list, though." Maya glances over it, then snickers. "Okay, so what shall we look at first? '[[Tu Summone Teh Kreachurs uv Helle|QOBook1x1]]'? Or maybe '[[Tu Alter Wun's Bodee, Spiriht, und Mihnd|QOBook2x1]]'? If we want to see some recipes there's '[[Poshuns Mozt Efikashoos|QOBook]]'. For your cryptid enjoyment there's '[[Kreachurs uv Magicke und Wher Zey Maye Be Founde|QOBook]]'. Ooooo, and hey, we should definitely look at these, '[[Magickez Mozt Forbihden|QOBook14x1]]'."\n\n"Er, maybe we shouldn't."\n\n"Why not? Like you said it's just a bunch of goofy stuff, it's not even that well-written. Besides why would they put actually forbidden stuff right there in the book that says they're forbidden?"\n\nYou have to agree, that would be monumentally stupid. Well, anyway, it seems like Maya is pretty determined to look in the book, may as well point her in a direction if you can.

"Simplistic outlook? What do you take me for, some sort of-" Before she can spout out whatever particular variety of person she thinks is a drooling imbecile, you activate your equipment and exhale, the vapor almost immediately exiting the vents of your mask and wafting into her face, surrounding her. "Gah! What on earth is that smell?! Is that... bacon and fried chicken?! You little murderer, I'll have you know that I'm a vegan, and I don't approve of even... even..." Her eyes start to glaze a little. "W-wait, why... why am I getting hungry?" she asks, squirming in place, then letting out a soft groan as she leans forward and hugs herself. "I... I shouldn't be getting hungry, I h-hate meat... meeeat..." she almost moans, her tongue lolling out as her slightly glassy eyes begin to turn yellow, faint tufts of dark fur starting to appear along her neck and around her ears.\n\n"Do you? Or do you just think eating meat is wrong?" you say evenly, letting your electronically modulated words carry and sink deep into her brain, especially since its anatomy is currently in the process of reshaping somewhat, the chemicals in her body pumping up, full of a steadily more intense variety of adrenaline that has her moaning and drooling. "Can you feel yourself sinking deeper into your base instincts, Professor?" you continue, watching with interest as the fur spreads, her body twitching and writhing as it grows somewhat larger overall. Beneath her shirt and suit jacket her breasts are visibly firming up, and then expanding outward, until her bra snaps and spills them against the white fabric, where they're more obviously covered with black fur. She lets out a long, lusty mewl, her now slit-pupiled eyes rolling as her face changes slightly, whiskers growing out from the sides of her nose. "Do you feel your desires, your most fundamental wants, growing stronger and more powerful, more primal? Now, tell me what you <i>really</i> want."\n\n"I want... I want," she groans, shuddering with the urge to resist, to hold on to her basic human foibles even as more of her outfit tears off, revealing the more sleekly-muscled and black-furred form beneath. But when her broadened hips, more rounded bubble ass, and lengthen legs all cause enough tears in her pants for her new tail to spring free, it's like something snaps inside her, a delighted, crazed light flashing in her felinoid eyes and a wild grin on her lips as she yanks the tie off her bun and lets her hair cascade free, shrieking, "I wanna eat <i>meat</i>! I wanna eat bacon, and burgers, and chicken, and pork chops! I want to drink entire bottles of booze! I want to lay in the sun napping all day ignoring my work and I want to run around campus for the hell of it! And I don't want to wear <i>clothes</i> when I do it!" she howls, claws popping from her fingertips as she tears at her clothing, half ripping it off with her enhanced muscles and half shredding it, spilling her now more than head-sized black furry tits free, her nipples having turned large, puffy and inky, jutting furless from the tips of the large orbs. Her tongue lolling as she grins with abandon, she tears off her pants as well, revealing the pink slit nestled amidst the black fur between her legs as her tail lashes. "I want to <i>fuck</i> every last one of my students and get knocked up constantly and then go out and do it again with complete strangers!" She breathes hard, eyes still shining brightly with lust and excitement as her bare tits heave, that wild smile still on her somewhat more feline lips, the once stereotypically uptight middle-aged professor having fully transformed into a tall, furry, amazonian cat-woman. "I wanna go <i>wild</i>!"\n\n"Of course you do," you say soothingly, looking your work up and down appreciatively. "But first we have to accomplish my goals, isn't that right?"\n\n"Yes, Myaster," she immediately coos adoringly, slinking over to you and rubbing up against your side, an actual purr thrumming from deep in her chest and throat. For all her talk of going wild (and you've certainly put her in touch enough with her primal instincts to override any such things as human morality), you fully intended to make her a tame cat, your vocal broadcast while her brain was becoming a bit more animalistic having deeply imprinted you on her entire sense of being. You rub her bare, furry back idly as you consider. The process was relatively quick, but it could definitely be refined. Professor Hawker... or Professor Kitty, let's call her that now, you think with a chuckle... shouldn't have lost <i>too</i> much of her intelligence in her regression into a more animalistic way of thinking, she should be able to help quite a bit. Hm, so first order of business is to...\n\n<hr>\n[[... get right to work on your plans.|GasGwyn]]\n\n[[... fuck this pussy.|GasGwyn]]

Your name is Wilma, a twenty-two-year-old fresh out of college, having secured degrees in both computer science and parapsychology. (One required a lot fewer hours. Guess which one.) You have short brown hair and tend towards rather unfashionable round glasses, wearing an oversized red sweater in almost all weather as well as dumpy jeans that hide your figure. Upon graduation, you and your rather odd group of friends decided to travel the country searching out tales of the supernatural to either investigate or debunk... hey, you had no job prospects at the time and the twins were offering to pay all the expenses, and it <i>was</i> part of what you studied in school after all. And so here you are in a refitted full-length van painted an atrocious color of purple, the lime green and hot pink letters on the sides announcing it as "The Monster Magnet".\n\nThe twins are up front as usual, eagerly blathering to each other about the possibilities of the county you're in. Ted and Tanya are quite nice and relatively down-to-earth for trust fund kids... well, as much as two people who think driving around the country chasing ghost stories can be down-to-earth. Ted's what you've dubbed a "hipster jock"... he has a build like a quarterback underneath his black turtleneck and checkered scarf. Tanya's a bit more on the showoff scale, with a penchant for spaghetti-strap tops and booty shorts. Though much of the back of the van is left cleared-out (partly as sleeping space, partly because Teddy keeps joking about eventually capturing a swamp creature), a pair of captain's chair style seats has been bolted in behind the front ones. You're currently occupying one and browsing your laptop, while the fourth member of your little group occupies the other. Skinny was mostly everyone's acquaintance because he was all of you's mutual pot dealer. (Actually come to think of it, you're not even sure he was <i>attending</i> the college.) His most valuable contributions are the fact that he can find a weed connection anywhere with a three-digit population within ten minutes of arriving, five minutes if it's a four-digit population or over, and the fact that he has a really huge dog (classified as a service animal) that no one wants to mess with.\n\nSaid dog which is currently taking up most of the space in the back of the van. "Woolly", so named because Skinny insists that he's half Chow Chow, half Woolly Mammoth (being roughly the size of a pony). Your ability to use Google for basic research has actually identified him as a Caucasian Shepherd, a particularly intelligent and easygoing example of the breed. Heck, you're fairly certain that a lot of his barking and vocalizations are attempts to talk, and if you pay particular attention (or if Skinny's scored some particularly good stuff lately), you can usually make out what he's trying to say.\n\n<img src="images/Woolly.jpg">\n\nAnyway, speaking of research, you've been busily compiling data on potential supernatural phenomenon in the area, with some other assorted mysteries and just plain urban archaeology thrown in for kicks. You know by experience that offering the others too many options can tend to result in arguments, indecisiveness, and making you decide in the end anyway, so the obvious thing to do is just choose your favorite option and then tell the rest that's the only one you've currently found.\n\nLet's see, there's the mystery of some [[disappearing girls|WilmaTownStart]] from a nearby farming community, which is supposed to have a history of dark rituals and strange cults. There's a supposedly [[haunted house|WilmaHauntStart]] about twenty minutes down the highway, old and semi-famous but not tourist trapped out the wazoo. You're also about an hour away from [[Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland|WilmaFunStart]]... not exactly haunted, but abandoned and creepy as sin, which is something all of you are into. There's an area with a lot of reported [[UFO activity|WilmaUFOStart]] too... my, this is an active area! And a bit divergent from spooks and goblins, but definitely weird, an environmental group has been claiming that a bunch of evil corporate scumbags are dumping nuclear waste and causing [[strange mutant animals|WilmaNukeStart]] to appear; that one would definitely appeal to certain of Ted's sensibilities.

"Where's Tanya? The girl I was with... what have you done with my friend?" you ask, voice trembling.\n\n<b>"I don't feel like addressing that yet,"</b> Madame answers, waving a hand dismissively. <b>"Ask something else."</b>\n\n"But-" you start, actually taking half a step forward.\n\nThat hand swings down, slamming against the arm of the chair as a fist with a noise far too loud for it, a booming, resonating near-explosion of impact as the golden creature in front of you roars, <b><i>"ASK SOMETHING ELSE!"</i></b>\n\nYou throw yourself back against the door, shaking like a leaf and trying to press yourself through the solid matter, nodding eagerly once you have control of your body again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Who are you?|WilmaFun1x4a]]\n\n[[Where is this?|WilmaFun1x4b]]\n\n[[Why is this place here?|WilmaFun1x4d]]\n\n[[Are you going to kill me?|WilmaFun1x4e]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|WilmaFun1x5]]

Snickering, you murmur, "Sure, 'Mind Enhancer', let's give that a try." Maybe when you tap it, it will open to an Amazon page selling high caffeine soda or something. You tap the screen, the text immediately changing to 'Understood, administering Mind Enhancer.'\n\nYou give a yelp as you feel a sharp almost pinching sensation through the bodysuit where you're wearing the bracer. What the hell? But before you can wonder if this crazy thing actually injected you with something, you can feel the strangest sensation you've ever even imagined in your life. You can feel... your brain! It's being barraged by a rippling, spreading sensation of warmth and building pressure... no, pleasure. It's not unlike when you masturbate, except... it's inside your head, coming entirely from your brain, but it's building, rising, just like an orgasm does. Your eyes roll up in your head, your tongue lolling out and your body twitching as you're overwhelmed by the pleasure of your brain being reorganized, revitalized, and overclocked, until finally you white out from repeatedly braingasming.\n\nYou slowly come back to yourself, fingers twitching a little... then again as you start to giggle maniacally. "Hee... heehee... heeheeku... kukukukuku!" Throwing back your head and curling your fingers like claws, you declare, "Yes! Yes, I get it now! Morals and ethics are just bullshit excuses that people who don't have the guts to do <i>real</i> Science use! Not a single such thing exists in this world! Grind the world to dust, and sift through it for a single molecule of..." You trail off, frowning and tapping a fingertip against your chin. "... No, that's something else. ... Nevermind!" You give your labcoat a dramatic fwip as you wheel to the bed and grab up your Science Gun, holding it up in front of yourself and launching into another round of giggling. "Kukukuku! Don't worry, baby, soon you'll be completed, and then no one will stop me!"\n\nYou have to cannibalize most of your personal electronics to make the necessary modifications to the Science Gun, but oh well... your Mobile Ultracomputer will do just fine until you can establish yourself in a proper base and acquire some more fitting equipment anyway. Slotting the second stick of shiny blue decorated memory into the top of the gun, you grin maniacally at it. "Kukuku, now you're ready for some real fuckin' Science!"\n\nYour head jerks up suddenly at the sound of the door opening and closing downstairs, and your mother's call of "Cyan! I'm home early!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Curses!|GGDocDev]]\n\n[[Kukukuku!|GGMCE6x4]]

You sigh, lowering the blanket to rest in your lap. "Fine, fine, I'll go on a Pokemon journey."\n\n"You know, I'm sending you on a fun-filled adventure full of friendship and new things to do, you could be at least a little grateful," the goddess mutters, rolling her eyes. Then she puts her cheerful mother persona on again. "Well, hurry up and get dressed, honey, I've got your backpack and breakfast downstairs waiting for you!" Then she turns around and sweeps out of the room.\n\nYou wait for a moment more, then get out of bed and look through the drawers. Well, at least she apparently doesn't expect you to dress exactly like Ash Ketchum or something. There are a number of pairs of jeans and some Pokemon trainer symbol boxers, so you select those, and a red and white hoodie and black and red hat. You start to undress, then hesitate... didn't Selassa say she was planning to watch you the entire time? You blush brightly, then realize that there's really not much you can do about it. You'll have to take your pants off at <i>some</i> point. Still blushing and squirming a little under her imagined gaze, you quickly undress and redress, pulling on socks and sneakers as well before heading downstairs.\n\nSelassa is standing by the door holding a backpack complete with bedroll in one hand and a banana in the other. Clearly her attempt at playing 'Mom' did not extend to cooking. You see no point in talking about it further, so just submit to her helping you put on the backpack and taking the banana. You blush again when she kisses your cheek, then head out the front door with her waving and calling, "Be sure to write!" You wonder if you really have to.\n\nYou stop outside the door and look around. There's a little clump of houses, and one weird-looking building. Otherwise there's a bunch of tall grass and woods. ... Man, you never realized how weird that would look until you saw it from a first person perspective. Deciding that you don't want to try chatting up... neighbors? NPCs?... since this is already weird enough without bringing social anxiety into it, you head for the weird building that's obviously Professor Oak's lab. The one in the cartoon was some giant thing with practically a whole ranch attached... this looks like it's probably one large-ish room.\n\n"Hello there! Are you a boy, or a girl?!" the white-haired old man demands, practically pouncing on you the moment you walk through the door.\n\n"Ack!" You jump at the surprise, then glance down at yourself, for just a moment afraid that Selassa might have actually decided to change that. You pat yourself tentatively, then answer, "... A boy?" Geez, what would have happened if you <i>did</i> give the other answer?\n\n"Ah, very well then. Your name?" he asks.\n\n"Jamie."\n\n"A good name! Alright, here's your Pokedex and some Pokeballs," he says breezily, passing you something that looks a lot like the Gameboy you gave Selassa and some of the white and red orbs. "Now, we have the typical starters, Grass, Water, and Fire types, in either A-class, F-class, or M-class."\n\n"Eh?" You don't remember 'classes' of Pokemon in any of the game, unless he's talking about Shinies or Mega-evolutions or something, and it doesn't sound like. "What do the classes mean?"\n\n"Why, Animal-class, Female-class, or Male-class, of course," Professor Oak chirps. "My, I thought you'd know more, starting your Pokemon journey later than most children. Still, it's good to ask questions!"\n\n"Uh. Right." Well. Selassa said she put her own spin on things. "So I can pick any of them...?"\n\n"Indeed! Though the selection on some of them is a little more limited... normally we'd start you off with the very first evolution, but some of them are at their second evolution instead. They'll be a bit more powerful, but also a bit more unruly."\n\n<hr>\n[[M-class.|QOPokePlaceholder]]\n\n[[F-class.|QOPokePlaceholder]]\n\n[[A-class.|QOPokePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Wait, what about Pikachu?!|QOPoke1x2]]

You resist the urge to grab for any more of the desserts... or to fondle yourself, though you find your cock is as hard as a rock. Shifting a bit and hoping you can get up without showing off the bulge in your pants, you glance around at the girls, feeling a throb go through your stiff prick at the sight of all of them flushed and panting, nipples visibly stiff through their shirts... even though you have to figure at least Motoko and Shizue are wearing bras, and their shirts aren't exactly thin. Wow, those were... really good cookies. You clear your throat and start to stand up. "I, ah... I have a movie for us to-"\n\nYou cut off as an intense pulse of pleasure shoots through you, enough to make your legs weak and drop you to the ground. That... felt like an orgasm, but one not quite like any you've ever felt before! You can't help but let out a moan at that, one you're sure to think will get you in trouble... except that all the girls are moaning and gasping as well, writhing at their sides of the table and rocking their hips. Nanako's the first to give in, probably due to her clothing choice, yanking up the front of her skirt and shoving a hand down the front of her panties, obviously desperately fingering and rubbing herself, the already damp cloth clearly outlining the motions of her fingers. Motoko's the next one to do so, unbuttoning her pants to stuff her hand down the front of them, muttering "Fuck!" under her breath as she humps her hips towards her own hand. Shizue, meanwhile, is hauling up the front of her sleeveless sweater and hurriedly undoing her bra, which actually looks far too small for her, the relatively modest cups practically overflowing with somewhat less modest tits that wobble and jiggle as they're freed. She starts kneeding one while rubbing her pussy through her pants with her other hand, gasping and moaning lowly.\n\nYou stare at all three of them, barely even noticing that you've pulled your own cock out and are stroking it as you stare at them, and that you're harder, longer, and thicker than you've ever been. You suck in a hard breath, a shudder running through you as your better view of Shizue's tits quickly reveals the reason her bra looked so poorly-sized... they're growing. It's not quite as obvious with the one she's kneading and squeezing with abandon, the nipple between thumb and forefinger, but the other hanging and wobbling heavily is definitely swelling and growing larger and heavier by the second. A look over at Motoko shows that her own tits have definitely gotten larger beneath her shirt, likely stretching the comfy sports bra she's wearing beneath it, and that Nanako's tits have grown enough that her once loose, full-length top has turned into more of a spaghetti-strap halter top, clinging to her now huge boobs. \n\nYou continue to watch in a lust-filled daze, pumping your prick quickly as Motoko briefly hauls her dripping wet hand out of her pants to pull off her shirt, revealing that the sports bra is indeed stretched, her boobs bulging around the top and out of the bottom of it... though you also notice that the fly of her jeans is steadily spreading open by itself. You're not sure why until Shizue gives a whimper and leans forward over the table, desperately fumbling to undo her pants and try to shove them down, even undone the waistband indenting slightly around her hips and ass... an ass that's growing increasingly full and round, jiggling visibly as she works her too-tight pants down around it. \n\nAbout the time that Nanako gives a cry of obvious orgasm from her panties snapping from her rounded hips and ass stretching the waistband, you realize that your own pants are feeling uncomfortably tight around your hips and ass. You glance down... and are shocked at the sight of a pair of rather full, noticeably tits jutting from your own chest! They're only about B-cups, but they're obviously growing every time they jiggle from your pumping of your cock. A motion that, despite your surprise and mild horror, you can't quite stop, until you're forced to stand up and shove down your pants, working them over your inreasingly round and feminine ass and hips, letting them drop along your sleek, curvy legs to hit the ground. You haul your shirt off, baring your brand new tits, the nipples thick and hard with puffy domed areola. You grab your cock with both hands... it's big enough now... and start pumping almost desperately as you stand there naked at the table, tits still growing bigger and bigger.\n\n"Nnnnnh, coooock," Nanako groans, pulling your gaze back to her. She's pulled her top up over her tits... you don't even know what you'd call them now, they're bigger than her head... and managed to get her skirt off as well, leaving her in just the pushed-up top and her black thigh-highs, her newly curvy thighs bulging some around the tops of them. She crawls towards you on all fours, those immense tits swaying, and grabs you by your newly womanly hips, wrapping her mouth around your cockhead and without hesitation starting to fuck her own face on your enlarged prick. Your eyes roll up in your head as intense pleasure shoots through you, and abandoning any thoughts of how strange this is you give yourself over to the pleasure, grabbing your own big fat tits and kneading them with abandon, bucking your hips forward towards the motions of Nanako's lips, slapping your heavy, smooth balls against her chin. A glance at Motoko and Shizue shows that both of them are also now effectively naked, sixty-nining with their immense tits pressing against each other's bellies, Motoko's ginger hair now splaying out in a wave on the floor.\n\nThe disconnected, rational part of your mind says that must explain the pleasurable tingling sensation in your scalp and the ticklish sensation making its way down your back. But you don't care about that, instead gripping Nanako's head and starting to just fuck her throat, your eyes rolled up some and tongue lolling out, more-than-head-sized tits wobbling and shaking with your thrusts, her own equally big boobs shaking with the impact of your hips against her face. From the way she's gulping and swallowing and making a puddle on the floor, you're pretty sure she's cumming practically every time you thrust into her. With all of that it doesn't take long before you're thrusting forward and filling her belly with cum, your world going white, and all you can hear is a long, girlish squeal of utter orgasm... your own.\n\nBy the time you come to and pull your cock out of Nanako's throat, she falls back, gasping and panting, shuddering... and sporting a cock of her own jutting up between her legs, an already long, thick thing that's only getting thicker, her balls swaying and getting heavier with every urging shake of her hips. 'That's hot as fuck,' you think, and just like that you're kneeling between her legs, your huge tits pillowing some on the floor as you stuff her prick into your mouth, deep-throating it without a second thought, feeling it push deeper into your throat every time you bob your head even though you took it to the rooat on the first try. Soon that massive throbbing fuck-pole is just as big and eager as your own! Nanako grabs your head... but rather than fucking your mouth, she pulls you away, panting. "Gonna... fuck neechan," she grunts, eyes a lusty glaze of pleasure.\n\nNodding eagerly, you let her pull away, moving to the pair of big-titted, wide-hipped, jiggly-assed nymphs eating each other out. Nanako grabs Motoko around the waist and hauls her away from Shizue, shoving her over the table and without a moment's wait shoving her cock deep into her sister's ass. Motoko yowls in pleasure, her eyes rolling and tongue lolling, mouth showing the same brainless smile that must have been on your own face not too long ago. With encouragement like that, you don't hesitate in grabbing Shizue's long, curvy legs and turning her onto her back, practically bending her in half so that her legs are a V framing her huge wobbly tits, and shoving your cock into her ass as well. The calm, refined girl shamelessly cums, her own face a mask of mindless orgasm as her pussy gushes onto her belly as you fuck downward into her tight rear hole, your tits pressing against hers and both sets shaking with your motions. \n\n"Aaaaaa, 'neechan's butt is soooo good!" Nanako moans, her face as much a mask of idiot delight as her sister's as her wide hips slam into her sister's fat, round buttocks. "Aaaaa, aaaa, 'neechan's buuuutt! Austin-chan's throat was too good too, I can't hold back! Cumming! Cumming in 'neechan's butt!" she yowls, thrusting forward hard, her whole body arching as if she were putting everything she had into filling her sister with cum. Motoko's eyes roll up almost entirely, giving a wordless squeal of orgasm as her body shakes, her own cock growing in rapidly and starting to spray long spurts of thick white all over the floor beneath the table. The sight is enough to push you over the edge and you hilt in Shizue's ass, both of you giving almost perfectly synced yowls of climax as you fill her ass, her pussy rapidly sealing up, her new cock growing in and pressing up between your tits and her own, covering both sets with thick splatters of jizz.\n\nThere's only a moment's respite before you're moving over to Nanako as she pulls out of Motoko, bending her onto all fours and pushing into her ass, eagerly starting to fuck her, already having a little orgasm just at the feel of your balls slapping against hers. You pause only to reach back and grab your own round, jiggly ass with both hands and spread it, cooing in your newly feminine voice, "I need a fat prick in my ass-pussy," before returning to pounding the squealing, drooling Nanako. Sure enough soon Shizue is bending you forward further over Nanako's back, making your tits pillow against her, so she can shove into you from behind, starting to pound your ass with abandon. Motoko moves forward and squats into position so that Nanako can suck and lick at her heavy sack, while you lick and slurp at the ginger-haired futanari's pole, both of you eager for a hot load of big sister jizz.\n\nSomewhere in all the rampant fucking, music begins to play. A low, pleasant note, that leaves your consciousness fading away in a bunch of overlapping orgasms and the feel of cum spattering inside you and all over your skin.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|Austin8xEnd]]

Almost before you realize it, you've finished the cookie and are reaching for another. Nanako makes a little noise of outrage, shoving the rest of her own cookie in her mouth and grabbing up another one at the same time you do. Perhaps sparked on by the idea that they'll soon be gone, Shizue and Motoko both take cookies as well. Thus starts a little unofficial race to be the first to get through the chocolate chip cookies, the tasty little morsels flying off the plate and into peoples' mouths.\n\nSoon the plate that bore the small pile of cookies is empty of everything but crumbs. Your head is fuzzy, your heart pounding, your whole body almost tingling. This... what kind of sugar rush is this? You know you haven't really gorged on sweets like this in awhile, but this is... it's almost pleasurable, your skin even feeling more sensitive, every rustle of your clothes against your body with slight movements feeling like someone stroking or petting you. A little shiver runs through you and you almost moan. Glancing around at the girls, you can see that they all seem flushed, even a little sweaty, Nanako's lips parted as she pants a bit, Shizue squirming in place, Motoko leaned back and wiggling her legs back and forth. \n\nDimly, part of your brain whispers 'Side effects?', but you mostly ignore it for how good you feel right now. You put a hand to your chest and slowly run it down your front... you're not entirely sure why, the motion is oddly feminine, but it certainly feels good. You find your gaze wandering to the rest of the treats on the tray. Before they looked mildly unappetizing... all that straight-up chocolate. Now they look absolutely delicious, a creamy, chocolatey siren call that has you licking your lips.\n\n<hr>\n[[Gorge.|Austin]]\n\n[[Resist.|Austin8x4]]

Hell with it. Unable to resist anymore, you reach over and snag one of the cookies, Nanako giving you a dirty look as you do, but apparently unable to say anything since it's not like they were actually made just for her. As you're bringing it to your lips you notice that they're actually chocolate <i>chunk</i> cookies, so it probably is the chocolate bar. But when the smell hits your nose from so close up, it's definitely too late to turn back, and your teeth sink into the soft, almost gooey substance of the cookie. Oh damn, Motoko's a master of these damn things, the flavor of the cookie itself is almost perfectly balanced with the chocolate, that exact balance that other chocolate deserts lack. There's a bit of a buttery taste without it just washing into your mouth, the rich sort of golden flavor of the cookie itself. So good!\n\n<hr>\n[[Have another one.|Austin8x3]]\n\n[[Resist!|Austin]]

The chocolate will be the easiest, and hearing that it's going to be used to make Nanako's favorite dessert helps urge you on, since she's the one that's really been the nastiest to you. Besides, you're not really into chocolate cake or pie or anything like that. Doing a quick glance to make sure that Motoko is absorbed in her prep, you pick up the chocolate bar and unstopper the vial, pouring the liquid into the little crannies. You give it a slight shake to make sure it's good and deep inside, then set the bar back down. "Well, everything looks great, Motoko, I'll really look forward to dinner," you announce cheerfully, deciding to ignore her decidedly noncommittal sound as you walk back out.\n\nAs expected, when dinner really does roll around, the best you get from the others is basically 'chilly politeness'... Nanako seems somewhat mollified by the dinner, but that only applies insofar as she's not being outwardly hostile to you. At the moment. But thinking that you're going to be able to adjust her attitude soon cheers you, so you don't let their attitudes get you down, instead electing to enjoy your meal, made all the sweeter by the anticipation of refusing dessert.\n\n"Okay! And I've got some great stuff for dessert!" Motoko announces, standing up and stepping back into the kitchen, returning with a tray. "I've got some miniature chocolate pies, chocolate cupcakes..." She sets the tray down on the table in front of all of you. "And Nanako's favorite, chocolate chip cookies!"\n\nOh no! Chocolate chip cookies are your favorite too! In fact they might be your biggest dessert weakness ever! You stare at them... oh gosh, they look like your favorite kind too, thick and buttery and soft. Nanako squeals and grabs one up, while Shizue more sedately picks up a cupcake and starts unwrapping it, while Motoko simply pops one of the miniature pies whole into her mouth. Those are... super tempting cookies. Maybe... maybe Motoko didn't use the same chocolate for them, they're chocolate chip cookies, after all, not the sort of thing you'd use that big bar of chocolate for. And even if she did... well, you can always put the movie on and make an excuse to leave the room, right? If you wait until later to come in, you won't get hypnotized and can still program them, it'll be fine!\n\nStill... well... hn...\n\n<hr>\n[[Have a cookie.|Austin8x2]]\n\n[[Don't have one.|Austin]]

Deciding that indulging your sweet tooth sounds pretty good, you head on over to the candy shop, the bell above the door jingling merrily as you step into the air-conditioned store.\n\nIt actually seems to be a combination candy shop and malt bar... you can see a decent-sized bartop running along one side of the store, and the curved guard-windows you associate with tubs of ice cream, as well as the various pulltabs for old-fashioned soda dispensors. Though of course much of the store is taken up with bins and tubes filled with an eyeball-shocking rainbow of different colors of candy. There are bags, apparently meant for buying by the pound, as well as displays of boxes and assortments for those not ready for that level of commitment. You notice a few signs reading "Please don't 'sample' the candy! Ask one of us if you're curious!" posted up here and there.\n\nYou can spot someone moving around up towards the opposite end of the shop, largely blocked for the moment by all the candy bins. What to do...\n\n<hr>\n[["Sample" some candy.|GGCandy1x1]]\n\n[[Go say hello.|GGCandy7x1]]\n\n[[Just browse.|GGCandy3x1]]

Your name is Irene, and you are a 43-year-old scientist. You probably look a little bit older than that since you've gone grey already and your steel-colored hair is often pulled back into a bun. You tend towards conservative clothing and librarian-style glasses, too. Still, it's not as bad as it could be... you don't have many wrinkles and things haven't sagged or drooped <i>too</i> much. You're single and haven't had any particularly serious relationships in... a long time. (A few unserious ones here and there.)\n\nYou've just completed a year-long contract to help create a variety of rice that will grow as fast as corn on almost no water and in bad soil. It was challenging, rewarding work, but you'll be glad to not have to drive past picket lines every day. Now it's time to decide where you're headed next.\n\n[[Your father's private lab|IrenePrivLabStart]]: Your father passed away recently, leaving you a fortune of impressive size. (Good thing you're not one of those people who's all about the money.) But he also left you his lab. This is no home study, but a large, bleeding-edge, fully-staffed facility tucked away in the woods for privacy. There are rumors that your father was doing research that was amazing but not strictly legal or ethical, but you have your doubts. You've been waiting for your current contract to complete to decide whether to take over the lab yourself or simply assign someone else to run it (or possibly sell it off or close it down).\n\n[[Eclipse Robotics|EclipseStart]]: You've been offered a position at Eclipse Robotics. The headhunter that offered you the job said it had something to do with 'nanomachines' that could possibly affect cells and genes, so apparently that's where your expertise would come in. It would definitely be a new and different application of your skills.\n\n[[Thunderstrike PMC|ThunderstrikeStart]]: A privatized military contractor, Thunderstrike primarily offers its services to the USA and the EU, and is as free of controversy as what's essentially a mercenary army can be. It appears they want to develop technologies that they can both use on their own soldiers and market to their employer countries, and want you to be a part of that.\n\n[[Green Dawn Labs|GreenDawnStart]]: A bioengineering nonprofit dedicated to all manner of plant-based solutions to various problems facing the world. At least that's their promotional copy... there are a number of conspiracy theories about Green Dawn having darker motivations. Of course you just spent a year having protesters call you a monster for trying to make food that will grow in wastelands, so you're disinclined to listen to that sort of nonsense. (Mostly.)\n\n[[Vacation|IreneVacStart]]: While generally work is your life, nothing says that you <i>have</i> to leap right into a new project. You've only recently lost your father, after all, and consequently have more than enough money to last the rest of your life, not even counting your own considerable savings. Taking some time to rest, reflect, and possibly pursue a few personal projects might be in order.

"Whoops, you got me," you reply in a bland tone, slowly raising both hands, your expression largely unchanging. "Dang, geez, I didn't think there would be guns. Okay, I'll go with you to see those two."\n\nSome of the guards exchange glances, or at least try to through their helmet masks. Apparently they're not quite sure what to do with that sort of response. All the same, three of them move forward to point their guns at your back, urging you forward with a light nudge between the shoulderblades. You shrug, letting your hands drop and padding along in stocking feet as the rest of the guards lead the way through various corridors. You spend the time letting your mind wander about around you, observing all the pretty lights you can see now, tweaking a few here and there, brushing your fingers over them to urge them into different spots, seeing what all you can do with that.\n\nYou're almost annoyed when a door in front of your little group slides open, revealing the lab you first arrived here at. You'd actually started having some fun with what you were doing. Sighing a little, your ears flick as your 'escort' leads you to the center of the room and then all lines up behind you. Alexa and Marie move to stand in front of you, every inch the disappointed mommies, though below the slick feeling of insincerity on your tongue is a sort of sour flicker of fear.\n\n"Young lady, I am sorry that we had to take an extreme measure such as sending guards, but exactly what did you think you were doing?" Alexa demands with a scowl. \n\n"You could have hurt yourself, or someone else," Marie adds. "If you wanted to leave, you could have just said so," she adds, the lie almost making you want to spit.\n\n"It's obvious that the awakening of your genes has had some sort of affect on you, you're not thinking clearly. Do you have anything to say in disagreement?" Alexa asks, baiting you into playing the role of either disobedient or contrite daughter.\n\nYou lift your gaze slightly, making a show of pondering your next words.\n\n<hr>\n[["Take her out."|FemPalV]]\n\n[["Take them down."|FemPalV]]

In a panic and thinking of nothing but getting away, you again flail and splutter to the surface, trying to take to the sky and get away from the monster below. But you don't get more than a half a foot before you splash down to the surface again. Your wings don't work when they're this soaked! Desperate, you try again, and again.\n\nThe third time, you get at least a foot of clearance, and start to think you might have actually gotten away. Then the monster fish breaches the surface, clamping its massive jaws around you. You scream as you're hauled back down into the water and below it.\n\nThe huge beast claps its jaws a few times, letting that and the rush of water push you down its throat. You feel its cold, clammy maw pressing in around you, restricting your struggles as you're pushed down deeper and deeper.\n\nInside its belly you're forced to stay mostly curled-up, but at least have room to squirm and thrash around. You can feel the fish twisting and squirming in reaction to your movements, but other than a few tight squeezes of your cold, fleshy prison around you, it doesn't seem to care about its breakfast disagreeing with it.\n\nSomehow, you don't think you're getting out of this one like Jonah did.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|MiniEric3xEnd]]

Of course, Liam doesn't turn you back after he's fucked Alexa, but you had only the faintest hope that he would. After spending the whole night with you getting soaked with pussy juice and boycum and saliva (especially when Liam crumples you up and stuffs you in Alexa's mouth, leaving you feeling bunched-up as your girlfriend's hot, wet mouth does finally close around you, her tongue does work against you, and all while you're muffling her screams as she's fucked by another man), Liam tosses you in the wash with the rest of his delicates, leaving you swirling through hot water, tumbled helplessly around, hung up on display in his room as you dry, and then tossed in amidst all the other delicate, lacey, pretty things and closed up in his drawer. 'I wonder how many other of these are people?' you wonder in the darkness... but of course, with no way to talk or communicate or move, you have absolutely no way of knowing or finding out. In fact all you can do is lay there, still and motionless, unable to see and hear nothing, gradually becoming numb to the feel of silk and cotton and satin around you.\n\nTurns out that it's incredibly boring being a pair of panties. So boring that, in fact, it doesn't take long for you to start hoping that whenever Liam opens up the drawer to rifle through for a pair of panties to wear, you start hoping he picks you just for a change of pace. Of course then when he does you're reminded what it's like... being wrapped around his cock and balls and pressed up against his pucker so that it's like you're constantly simultaneously deep-throating him, sucking his sack into your mouth, rimjobbing his ass, and getting fucked by him in the most helpless position possible. And it's like that the entire time he wears you, leaving you feeling humiliated and used. But then after being washed and tucked back in the darkness of the drawer, you can't help but yet again begin longing to be pulled out and slipped on and worn again.\n\nAfter all it's at least a little less boring, being inside Liam's pants or shorts or skirt (you like when he wears a skirt, at least you get to see the ground and feet and feel the breeze on you). And it definitely mixes it up when he fucks people while wearing you, watching their faces bob over his prick, feeling their saliva soak into you or lips and mouth stroke over you as they work his balls through your satin, sometimes even licking against your back as they tongue his ass through or to the side of your back strap. Eventually, just by sheer repetition and the cycle of looking forward to being active and not in the drawer, you start looking forward to being soaked with cum or girljuices or spit, or especially stuffed inside a mouth or other holes for a bit of lewd fun, even getting to feel cocks more actively rubbing or pounding against you.\n\nThe extra excitement is when Liam occasionally loans you out, and you get to listen to other people coo what a pretty pair of panties you are and how perfectly you fit. After all, it's a whole new asshole for you to press up against and savor the smell and taste of, a new cock and balls to fit yourself up against, or a new pussy to hug tight up against and outline. Every so often you realize that you're becoming more and more lost in being a pair of panties, in actually enjoying being worn as clothing or used as a gag or a hole-stuffer, but you don't have many other options? It's that or the lonely darkness of the drawer, and isn't it better to be used, worn, and praised?\n\nMany years on, one day Liam opens the drawer and shuffles through, and always you feel a thrill of excitement every time his slender fingers brush over you. You feel even more excitement as he plucks you up in both hands and eyes you, but a sense of horror and devastation fills your flat satin body as he tsks. "\nThese are getting so worn," he muses, carrying you across the room. (Is it a different room than it used to be? Maybe. You've long stopped caring about things like that.) "Probably time to throw them out," he continues, holding you over a trash can.\n\nNo! No please! you plead desperately. Don't throw me away! I'm a good pair of panties! I'm such a pretty pair of panties! Don't I fit against your cock and your balls so good? Don't I feel so nice against your asshole and always sit on your hips so right? Doesn't everyone always tell you how nice I look on you? Don't throw me away, wear me! Or just use me as a cumrag, jerk off with me, just don't throw me away!\n\n"... Hm?" Liam pauses, tilting his head. "Was that a little bit of consciousness I felt? ... Ohhh, I must have made these," he muses, bringing you close and giving you a sniff, delighting you enough that you'd quiver in his fingers if you could. "Yes, these used to be human. Gosh, it's been so long that I forgot, but I guess if they lasted this long and fit so well they must have been. ... Well, if I can't even remember who you were, I must not be mad at you anymore," he declares. "Would you like to be human again, little thong?"\n\n... Human? Were you... were you ever human? You try to remember... human? You push back through all the times spent in the drawer... all the nights and months and years spent waiting to be taken out and worn. ... Human? Aren't... aren't humans the things that wear you? Yes, you want to be worn! You want to keep being a good pair of panties for your owner! Please, wear me! you think happily.\n\n"Heh heh, well, I can sense your desire, even if it's not really thinking proper thoughts anymore. Okay, okay, as you wish, you are a very pretty color of purple and it would be a shame to lose you," Liam declares, bringing you up to his face.\n\nIt's been so long since you could really moan that you don't even really remember it as something other than what the people around you do, but you do feel a sense of relief and ecstasy as Liam pushes you into his mouth, wadding you up and closing his lips around you. You can feel his saliva soaking into your satin, so hot and so wet and feeling so good as his tongue strokes over your surface, sliding over you again and again, rubbing every part of you, sending that heat and that touch and that smell all through your form. Sadly he eventually does pull you out of his mouth, giving your flat form a flick to send the saliva spraying off of you, instantly drying you and leaving you dangling in his fingers, shiny and bright as the day you were made.\n\n"There! Good for at least another two centuries of wear, at least," Liam proclaims as he sweeps you to the floor and slips his feet through you, leaving you zinging with delight as he pulls you up, drawing you ever closer to that familiar, beloved, adored cock, that worshipful, soft, perfect sack, and his artful, glorious, delicious asshole. \n\nYou love being a pretty pair of panties. What else would you ever be?\n\n<b>Liam's Treasure</b> end - <i>Pretty Pair of Panties</i>

You've seen enough hentai to know where this is going, and you're not having any of it. Grabbing the sword, you scramble to your feet... well, actually, it's more like you suddenly and smoothly rise in a single graceful motion, which is both disorienting and a little cool. Slipping the slender blade from its sheath, you run out of the tent, trying to ignore the way the bottom of your sleeping tunic is flapping and probably flashing your slender elven butt to all and sundry.\n\n"Luckily", it looks like everyone's too busy to try and take a glimpse at your newly girlish butt. Massive green men swinging rather crude heavy weapons are encroaching all around the edges of the camp, several of them with arrows dotting their chests and shoulders... but a lot of them seem to be pressing on in spite of that. Elves of both genders (most of them wearing pants) have engaged with the orcs at close range, looking heavily outmatched, most of the green monsters standing head and shoulders over even the tallest of the male elves. \n\nMoving surprisingly fast for such a big thing, one of the orcs bursts from between two tents and lunges at you, swinging a massive stone warhammer at you. You yelp and duck reflexively, but your new body's reflexes carry even further than that, leading you to pop back up and slice along his knuckles with your slim blade. The orc howls as several of his fingers drop along with the hammer, and you leap upwards to slice his throat open. His angry warcry ends in a gurgle as he topples, hitting with a thud that's enough to shake the ground.\n\n"The princess has downed one of the beasts!" a nearby male elf calls, some of the others cheering at the news. "Do your own part, don't leave it all to her!"\n\nThe combat intensifies, though now it looks like the elves are quickly turning the tide. You move to join a group of them only for one of the orcs to grab at you. Lucky for you he's apparently thinking with the weapon under his loincloth than in his hand, since he drops the latter to lift your leg up and bare your hairless elven pussy, probably in preparation for lowering it onto himself. With a snarl you jab your sword back and through his eye, yanking to one side and neatly cutting his brain in half. Of course, since he wasn't using it that much anyway, he stands there wobbling for a moment before he falls, allowing you to leap and roll away.\n\nIt takes what feels like hours, but soon every orc's been put down, even the last few who tried to flee. You stand panting in the now disheveled camp, spattered and smeared with blood, your mind reeling, caught between still trying to figure out how you got here and got this body in the first place and all you've done since you got it. You glance down at yourself, then blush and yank down on your tunic when you see that it's ridden up enough to move from "flash" to "display".\n\n"You fought well, Princess," the male elf from earlier says as he walks over. He's very pretty... well, they all are... and as golden-haired as you are, though taller and a bit broader-shouldered. "We are lucky you were here today." He turns and glares distastefully at a dead orc. "But this should not have happened. These beasts have not invaded this deeply into our land in... generations. We must discover what is going on. I think it wisest for us to split up... form into small parties to go to all the nearby cities, discover if they have noticed anything amiss. You and two others should go to the human city of Kiregard... they have a communication stone there, which you could use to contact your father with whatever news you might gain."\n\n<hr>\n[["Uh. Right. Split up. Kiregard. My, um, father. Let's do that."|FemaleElf1x2]]\n\n[[Explain your situation.|FemaleElf]]

"R-right... we'll do that," you reply, nodding quickly.\n\nHe gives you a long look. "Are you well, Princess? Have you been injured or taken a blow to the head?"\n\nAck. Clearly you're not entirely fooling him with your act... whoever's body you're inhabiting (and it would have to be an elven <i>princess</i>, wouldn't it?), they obviously don't act a lot like you. Clearing your throat, you do your best to match his own even timbre.\n\n"Forgive me, I was a bit rattled by the suddenness of all of this. Yes, clearly I must go to Kiregard and ask the humans if they have seen anything."\n\nYou see him almost instantly relax. Okay, note for the future, no stammering, no contractions. You actually found it pretty easy once you tried... a thought that becomes a little disturbing when you focus on it. The elven man speaking again draws you out of your distracted worry.\n\n"Then I shall let you be about the business of cleaning and preparing for your journey. Travel lightly and do not linger over packing the rest of your things... I shall have them taken back home with the group sent there."\n\nDoing your best to nod just once and with proper elegance, you turn and make your way back to "your" tent, having to backtrack once or twice to figure out the right one since this is your first time actually seeing it from the outside. You make sure the flap is closed as securely as it can, considering there's not exactly a zipper or lock, then look down at yourself. While it wasn't quite a head-to-toe soaking, you're definitely splattered heavily with blood. The tunic looks like a lost cause, and with a sigh you pull it off and use it to wipe your sword clean before resheathing it.\n\nSpotting some sort of spare wooden vanity that has a mirror and, more importantly, a washbasin set in it, you walk over and pick up a cloth to dip and start washing the blood off, trying not to pay too much attention to the odd sensations coming from your now female body. You get distracted again by the fact that when you dip the rag in the silver basin to rinse it out, the blood thins out and... disappears, leaving clear water. Actual magic. An... enchanted washbasin? Still, it's hard to argue with the utility.\n\nYour activity leaves you getting rather well-acquainted with your new body. You're stuck between mortification and amazement as you draw the wet cloth over your pert breasts and see the perfect pink nipples poke up. Unable to resist your curiosity, you gently press a few fingertips against the surface of one breast. They're pretty much like you always thought boobs of this size and shape would feel like... yielding but firm, your slim fingertips indenting the flesh faintly. You poke at your ass and legs as well... your butt has a similar feel to it, though your legs indent quite a bit less, being so slender. Realizing you're dangerously close to feeling yourself up, you blush and quickly pass the wet cloth between your legs, trying not to squeak at the unfamiliar sensation.\n\nNow cleaned off, or at least as well as you can by what's basically spongebathing, you turn to the princess's things and begin rifling through them. First priority, clothing. You're at first dismayed to find some very pret-, er, girly dresses, but checking another trunk puts you at ease... looks like the princess was also practical, as this one is full of tunics, jackets, and most importantly <i>pants</i>. Still, you realize that you probably can't go commando in a lot of these... they'd either chafe or, with some of them, you might be sort of, uh, obvious. And the princess was apparently not quite so practical that she stocked plain underwear.\n\nWith another sigh, you hold up a pair of silvery blue silk panties and gaze at them with a flat expression. Well, nothing else for it. You slip your feet through them and pull them up, tugging them firmly into place. You're a little disturbed by how <i>perfectly</i> they fit, and are unable to resist trying to get a peek in the mirror. Yep, they hug your ass pretty closely, without feeling like they're clinging or riding up. Heck, you never had boys' underwear back home that fit this good. Resisting the urge to really, really like your new panties, you grab a pair of butter-soft brown leather pants and start hauling them on.\n\nOnce you've added a green shirt and tunic, and a leather jacket that laces up the front and has a hood that you found to match the pants, you find some boots and pull them on. Even without socks, they're the comfiest thing you've ever worn, it's like being barefoot but not. Again, you have to resist starting to like being an elf girl way too much. Now comes the tricky part... how do you pack for a road journey without having been on one like this before, and without knowing what the princess actually owns?\n\nBy the time you're finished with further rummaging, you look ruefully around the tent, wondering if whoever comes to pack this up will find it notably odd that their princess has apparently turned into a huge slob. Still, you've managed to turn up a swordbelt and saddlebags, which were already conveniently packed with a change of clothes and some other items. Getting the swordbelt settled and slinging the saddlebags over your shoulder, you turn and head back outside. The male elf you saw earlier is speaking with a pair of already mounted elves, a boy and a girl... they look about your own age, and remarkably similar to one another with their blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes and delicate faces... if the girl's tunic weren't cut to skirt-length and accented to show off her slight breasts, you'd probably have difficulty telling them apart.\n\n"Ah, Princess, it is good that you are ready." The male elf watches expectantly, so you walk over to the horse he's holding. It's beautiful and very, very white, as if there weren't a single hair on its body that wasn't as immaculately white as fresh-fallen snow. Taking a risk, you just sort of <i>try</i> to get into the saddle, and are relieved when your body immediately takes over, gracefully stepping into the stirrup and swinging into the saddle in a long-practiced and effortless motion. Whew. "Eshan and Shana will accompany you to Kiregard," he continues as he hands you the reins.\n\n"We should not delay," the mounted male elf (at a guess, Eshan) says. "Let us be off at once. The sooner we reach Kiregard, the sooner we can leave it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Really play up knowing what you're doing, try to lead the way.|FemaleElf]]\n\n[[Let him lead the way.|FemaleElf1x3]]

"Lead on, then," you answer evenly, throwing in one of those regal nods for good measure. You're massively relieved when he doesn't even blink at the order, just turning his horse, his (presumably) sister matching the motion almost perfectly. You tug a bit more uncertainly at the reins, but your horse moves just as you want it to, following the two of them as they canter into the trees.\n\nIt's a silent ride for what you think is about half an hour before the trees break around a packed-earth road about ten feet wide. Eshan and Shana continue ahead of you, silent in their saddles, apparently not feeling chatty. You're starting to wonder if you should speak up... and maybe try to mine them for some information about where you are and, possibly more importantly, <i>who</i> you're supposed to be... when there's a deep voice that's not Eshan's and almost certainly isn't Shana's. "You're not the princess, are you?"\n\n"What?" You blink and look around for the speaker. It sounded like it was from directly ahead. Then you see your horse's ear flick, and it actually tosses its head to look back at you.\n\n"I said, you're not the princess, are you?"\n\nYou yelp and almost fall out of the saddle. Eshan and Shana quickly turn their horses, looking intensely around for any sign of danger, then giving you matching looks of confusion when they instead see you sitting there staring at the back of your mount's head. "Arica? Are you alright?"\n\n"Fine," you reply, just barely managing not to stutter or hesitate, though your voice winds up coming out a bit squeaky. You clear your throat, then try again. "I am alright, I just... felt a bit faint for a moment. Perhaps I should eat."\n\nEshan nods, dipping a hand into one of his own saddlebags, then tossing an apple towards you. You catch it easily and give one of those even nods, waiting for them to turn and resume moving. Then you lean forward, doing your best to keep your voice down. "Did you...?"\n\n"I did say that you're not Princess Arica, yes," the horse replies. You can just barely see his lips move, but not in time with the words as you understand them.\n\n"... Why would you say that?" you ask, trying for nonchalance and not doing very well, since you're having to argue your identity to a talking horse.\n\n"For one thing, Arica wouldn't be shocked at hearing me talk. She's been aware of her ability to understand animals since she could understand anyone at all."\n\nYou sigh, resisting the urge to slump forward against the back of his neck, suspecting he might not appreciate it. "Great, I'm a <i>Disney</i> princess," you mutter under your breath, before raising back to a whisper. "Er, can anyone else...?"\n\n"Shana isn't natural at it, and Eshan only understands horses very well, but I could make myself understood to them if I wanted, yes."\n\n"Oh." Biting your lower lip and feeling a little faint, you ask, "Are you going to tell them I'm not her?"\n\n"That depends. Did you hurt the princess?"\n\n"No. I just woke up in her body all of a sudden. I touched her sword, but it was in a museum, hanging on a wall... I don't even know where I am."\n\n"Hm, alright then. I believe you."\n\nYou blink, leaning a bit more to look more towards his face. "What, just like that?"\n\n"You'll find it very hard to lie to me while riding on my back, girl, which is how I knew you weren't the princess in the first place," the horse responds in a dry tone.\n\nHuffing out a breath, you shake your head. "I'm not a girl. I'm actually a guy. My name's Eric."\n\n"Well now you are an elven girl named Arica, Princess of Dosrasine, heir to the Oaken Throne, Bound In Blood to Solaris of the Neverafter. So you'd better get used to it, if you've no more idea than that how to get back to where you came from."\n\n"Great," you grumble.\n\n"And I am Lareon, your horse."\n\n"So you really won't tell them I'm not the real Princess Arica?" you ask, making sure to keep your voice down so low even you can barely hear it.\n\n"That depends."\n\nYou blink, then frown at him. "You said that before, I thought it depended on if I'd hurt the real princess. I already told you I didn't."\n\n"That is merely the first of many factors. It's a big secret you're asking me to keep, after all, one that puts us both at quite a bit of risk. I've never seen exactly this sort of situation but I'm fairly certain that nothing good for you would come of revealing it. I'd probably wind up put out to pasture, which is hardly ideal for my preferences but also not exactly a fate worse than death."\n\nWell that's just perfect. You've been sent to some fantasy world, put in the body of an elf of the opposite gender, almost killed by orcs, sent on a mission you don't understand, and now you're being blackmailed by a horse. "Fine. What do you want?" you mutter.\n\n"Half of that apple, for a start."\n\nBlinking, you glance at the apple you'd almost forgotten you were holding. "Oh. Sure. Just had to ask," you add with a bit of annoyance. Remembering that you saw a belt knife when you were putting on your swordbelt, you fish it out of its little scabbard and deftly slice the apple in half, leaning forward and proffering half of it. Lareon lips it out of your fingers and starts crunching it. You hope all his demands are for stuff this simple... but then, when you think about it, he is a horse, why extort you for gold or social change or whatever?\n\n"Mm, not bad," he says in satisfaction, and as you take a bite from your remaining half you have to agree. It's the sweetest, freshest-tasting apple you've ever had. "When the three of you make camp tonight, tell the others you'll take the watch, then come see me. I'll try to fill you in on any details you might need to know."\n\n"Got it," you murmur around your own mouthful of apple. Which is probably not graceful or princessly, but man this apple is good.\n\nIt's a long day of riding, and getting well into dark by the time your little group exits the forest and moves off to the side of the road to set up camp. Shana and Eshan raise up a simple square tent while you're put in charge of feeding the horses, Lareon actually giving you a wink as you slip on his feedbag. You're not sure if you trust him, come to think of it... who says he could really tattle on you, besides him? Frowning a bit, you move over to where Eshan and Shana are now arguing about whether to build a fire. You stay neutral, letting them decide to make one on their own, then sit down around it as Shana uses some trail rations from her pack to make a stew so good you don't think you could have ever afforded eating something so delicious back home.\n\n"Though we are well into well-guarded human lands by now, we thought we were safe before, as well," Shana muses as she spoons you up another bowl. "One of us should remain on watch, do you not think?"\n\nShe definitely seems to be asking you. You could take the watch and [[keep your meeting with Lareon|FemaleElf]], or you could have [[Eshan|FemaleElf]] or [[Shana|FemaleElf]] keep watch instead and get some sleep. You're definitely not as sore and tired as you'd have expected to be after killing orcs and then riding a horse all day, but you do sort of feel desperate for a good night's rest all the same.

Actually, you like the current setup, you decide, but... moreso. You begin pumping into the priestess's throat, even though her eyes have rolled up almost entirely in her head... you're really not sure if she's still conscious or not, but you can still feel her tongue working almost frantically against the underside of your cock, her body begging for more of your cum even if her brain's shut down. Her fat tits bounce and jiggle with your motions, as does her cum-swollen belly, shimmying atop her luscious thighs.\n\nYou keep slowly pressing on the elf, feeling her moan and gasp against your ass. You feel her trim little nose rubbing about against the inside of your ass, then slowly feel the softness of her hair brushing against your spreading pucker. With a grunt and a slight push, her entire head pops inside your ass, making you give a bellow of pleasure at the penetration. The elf, overcome with your body's musk and the lust it's caused in her, doesn't stop licking even as her head slides inside that tight, pitch black enclosure and the pucker of your hole closes around her neck. If anything she's licking the walls of your ass almost frantically, and you can hear her fingers plunging into her sopping wet pussy and her tight little ass now as she works herself with both hands. You take a moment to grab at her skimpy clothing with your fingertips and rip it off of her, before continuing.\n\nSoon you bellow again as you pump another load into the priestess, her stomach swelling up yet again, gaining twice the volume it did before, her wobbling cumbelly now entirely covering her lap and even draped over the sides of her thighs somewhat. You lean back on the elf a bit more as you do, feeling her shoulders press against your pucker, then start to press you open as you wrap a hand around her middle and push her in further. You keep thrusting back and forth between your fucktoys, working your ass further down on the elf and your cock into the priestess, your heavy, seemingly constantly-full balls swinging forward to smack her drool-spattered tits.\n\nYou keep dumping loads into the priestess and swelling her belly even deeper, and you keep pushing the frenziedly-masturbating elf deeper into your ass. Soon the priestess is leaned forward on her belly, the bottom of it flattened out somewhat against the stone. The elf's perky tits start sliding inside your ass, the stiff nipples rubbing against your inner walls as she slips deeper and deeper in. A few minutes later, and the priestess is barely able to touch the floor with her fingertips as her bloated belly full of monster jizz presses her up higher and higher, the elf's hips bumping up against your pucker as you push her deeper in.\n\nFinally you give one last, hard thrust, bellowing loudly enough to shake the room as you dump a load into the priestess that's almost as big as all the previous ones combined. Her body shudders, and you have little doubt her mind is completely and permanently wiped out by the intensity of the sensation as her belly swells and swells, lifting her entirely up off the floor and leaving her straddling the bloated cumballoon, arms and legs making impressions in it, her body tilted downwards towards your cock. The paroxysms of your pleasure pull the elf the rest of the way inside, her pretty, coltish legs sucked up into your spasming asshole, her whole squirming, writhing, orgasming body slipped up your tight, hot chute and continuing to squirm inside you.\n\nYou breathe heavily, taking a moment to enjoy the lovely afterglow. You're having a tough time deciding what feels best...\n\n<hr>\n[[The cum-inflated whore sucking your cock.|Mino]]\n\n[[The masturbating slut inside your ass.|Mino]]

What the heck, it's really only a couple of bucks, and they're a nice set. You snag the 'Miss Thang' bag and head up to the counter to pay. "Oh, I was hoping someone would buy this," the redhead chirps happily as she rings you up. "Some people don't like revealing superheroine outfits, but personally I like a girl that shows off her muscles," she adds with a little wink, that makes you blush just a little as you take the bag, bidding her a polite goodbye before heading home. \n\nArriving back in your room, you open the bag and dump it out, four items falling out... the top, panties, and two heel-less toe-less black stockings. Huh, that's it? They really expect you to supply all that body paint? Man, that seems like false advertising. You're tempted to go back to the shop tomorrow to ask about it... hm, maybe you should go ahead and try it on, anyway. If it doesn't fit you can just ask for a refund. (Unless it's final 'cause of the sale. And it was only a few bucks anyway. ... Eh, you'll figure it out tomorrow.) Deciding to go ahead with the try-on, you strip down, letting your clothes pile on the floor before stepping into the panties, tugging them up and into place. On the illustration they fit pretty snug, riding high on the hips and dipping low in the front... looks like they dip in back too, but they're pretty loose on you, so strike one. You pull on the top as well, and it too practically hangs limp in the front, obviously intended for someone much more well-endowed. Strike two, also hmph. You pull the stockings onto your legs, and so much for one size fits all, because they're baggy as well. Raising one foot, you wiggle your toes and mutter, "So much for value."\n\nThen you give a soft 'erk' as your body twitches, your muscles shuddering and flexing seemingly all on their own. It's like a cramp but not quite <i>painful</i>, just <i>strange</i> as your muscles randomly tighten and flex. You start to get up only to topple to your hands and knees, gritting your teeth against the strange sensation as your muscles flex, shudder, and swell. Your bare stomach, already pretty much flat, loses the thin layer of padding it had, drawing tight with obvious toned muscle even as the covering it turns pale blue, the coloration spreading out from there. Your hips widen, the straps of the panties growing snug, the back of it molding against the enlarged but firm curves of your ass as it expands, Your tits swell and balloon out as well, gradually filling the loose top and then even stretching it out, even the loose high neck of it growing taut as your neck grows more muscular. Your legs twitch and jerk as your thighs and calves bulge with muscle until the stockings are snug, your fingers clenching as your arms flex with more powerful layers of muscle as well, your nails turning black and the tips sharpening as they scratch across the floor.\n\nPanting as the sensation finally passes, you get to your feet... yelping and staggering as you almost overcorrect from your new muscles moving you much more easily than before. You look around your room, disoriented by how everything's noticeably smaller... you have to be at least seven feet tall now, probably more. You step over to your mirror to look into it, looking at the mostly unfamiliar seven foot tall blue amazon looking back. Well... your face still looks pretty well like you, maybe just with stronger cheeks and a bit more in the jaw. You raise your fingers, touching at the pair of small blue horns jutting from your forehead, and the slight fangs nudging over your lower lip. Your eyes have turned yellow, and overall you're just big. Big and strong and powerful and fucking hot, with huge tits and an amazing ass! ... Ahem. \n\nOkay, you've gotta think. Though you're also somehow very tempted to just revel in how amazing and strong you feel. Look at this body!\n\n<hr>\n[[Use your brains.|GGMCE10x2]]\n\n[[Use your brawn.|GGMCE]]

"No," you say aloud, a bit surprised to find you can since it doesn't even feel like your jaw is moving beneath Shine's surface, now that you have enough time to think about it. You absorb the weapons you were using back into your palms, looking over towards the hostages. "We need to get them to safety, they've been out in the open during this fighting too long already."\n\n'Alright, Master, if you say so.'\n\nNodding, you turn and make your way towards the group of hostages... then stagger a half-step. Though your breathing had been completely and entirely even the whole time you were fighting, it suddenly becomes ragged as you clutch at your midriff reflexively, the silver surface coating your skin shuddering a little. "Wh-... what's wrong?"\n\n'It's that toll I mentioned, Master, I'm sorry,' Shine says, suggestive-sounding voice somehow unable to sound quite sincere even as you can sense the truth behind the words. 'As long as we're fighting and killing, I can absorb energy from the enemies we cut down. But once you stop, the price has to be paid.'\n\n"P-price... which price?"\n\n'More energy. Specifically, sexual energy,' Shine explains, unable to help laughing a bit as your white eyes widen. 'I told you I'm a succubus, yes? Absorbing combat energy is one thing, but to stabilize it all I need sexual energy. You need to fuck someone. Luckily, we have a number of someones here!'\n\n"B-but.. all of this was to save them," you reply a bit hoarsely, your body now shivering constantly as if you had a case of the chills. "I can't... I can't just..."\n\n'Master, this isn't about what you want to do, it's about what you <i>need</i> to do,' Shine urges. 'I can't stop this, I'm just as much at the mercy of this need as you are. I have no control over my own equivalent of biological functions... if we don't feed sexually, I'll wind up absorbing you completely and I can't do anything about it. Now,' she continues, in an utterly reasonable tone. 'There are several lovely boys, and also some cute girls, whichever you prefer. And oh, I think at least one or two of the men in suits are alive too! But you know... since they are the <i>enemy</i>, if you feed from one of them I think I'll want to... go all the way~.'\n\n"All the...?"\n\n'Mm, my sexual feeding can be harmless, or it can be... total. Final. You understand, yes? I'm informing you out of a care for your sensibilities, Master... after all, killing in the heat of battle is one thing, but I don't want to have you take a life in quite such a manner without warning beforehand. Now it's your choice... one of the hostages harmlessly, or one of the minions fatally. It's them or you.'\n\n<hr>\n[[Male hostage.|GGDS]]\n\n[[Female hostage.|GGDS2x3]]\n\n[[Bad guy.|GGDS]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGDS]]

"I..." You grunt as your stomach muscles clench painfully, then blurt out, "Fine! One of the girls, I'll fuck one of the girls!"\n\nAlmost instantly the shuddering, spasming, and trembling of your metallic skin ceases, flowing back into the smooth, at-ease sensation you had before. Before you can really take that in, you make a low noise at a feeling of pressure from your crotch... and stare down past your gleaming, featureless silver breasts as a long chrome shaft pushes out from your crotch, rising up in an elegant arc like someone made a mold of a very smooth dildo and cast it with gallium. "... Wha...?"\n\n'The negative sensations we both experience are to urge us to feed. Once the feeding is accepted and we're pushing towards it, they pass to allow us to concentrate on doing so. Plus, since you picked a girl and we do need to be relatively quick about it, I thought-' Shine cuts off as you both moan from you wrapping a hand around the silver shaft and giving it a few experimental strokes. 'Mmmm, yes, that feels good, doesn't it?'\n\nLetting out a shuddery breath and giving a mute nod of agreement, you walk over to the rows of blank-eyed hostages and look them over. In the front row is a girl about your own age, with long blonde hair in a ponytail, a white and pink baseball shirt with 3/4 sleeves, and designer jeans, putting her somewhere between 'tomboy' and 'prep'. You swallow hard, then steel your resolve as well as your skin. Remembering that the suited men seemed to think the captives would obey just about anybody, you point at her and say in an authoritative voice, "You, take four steps forward."\n\nShe does so, her motions somehow both overly smooth and a little jerky, like someone sleepwalking. You swallow again, then order, "Push your jeans and anything under them down around your knees, then bend over and grab your ankles." Beneath the smooth silver mask you worry your lower lip with your teeth as you watch her obey, hands stiffly moving to unbutton and unzip the jeans and shove them, and the pale purple panties under them, down to pile around her knees, before she bends over and grips low on her calves, her bare ass in the air. You hesitate again, but at a little twitch from your thigh you put yourself in motion, making your way around behind her. You can't quite help reaching out to run your smooth chrome hands over her ass... she has a really nice one. Then you guide your quicksilver phallus to her slit, grip her hips, and push in.\n\nBoth you and Shine moan in unison again at the feeling. Much like the tentacles that penetrated you earlier, your chrome cock is apparently virtually frictionless, sliding inside her and pushing her wide effortlessly. And yet you can feel and process so much of the sensation of her around you, how hot she is... and how wet she is once you slide partway in, her body apparently unconsciously reacting to the feeling of a cock inside her. Without thinking you shove the rest of the way into her, your hips starting to pump in some buried instinct, smooth silver skin lightly slapping against firm upturned peach skin. And speaking of those tendrils inside you, they begin writhing and stroking, this time very deliberately, making you twitch and buck your hips harder as Shine begins fucking you even as the two of you are fucking the blonde. She just continues to stare at the ground, face unchanging, even as her pussy starts to drip around you, sending little rivulets of arousal running down your silver crotch.\n\n'She feels soooo good around us, doesn't she?' Shine's voice coos in your mind. Actually isn't it starting to sound a bit more like your own? Still, you can feel her brushing and moving those tentacles inside you, even squeezing your breasts and tweaking your nipples with the substance covering them. 'Relax and enjoy it, Master. You need to do this, so there's no reason to torture yourself about it. Relaaax. Enjooooy.'\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in and enjoy it.|GGDS2x4]]\n\n[[Resist, this is pure necessity.|GGDS]]

You're not sure exactly how summons work... what if you wound up summoning something that was out of your control and hurt the hostages? No, you're better off being the one in control. You need something that will let you be the one to take action, something that will make you stronger and faster and possibly immune to bullets. \n\nFocusing on that concept, you call energy into your... stick... and do your best to push your thoughts of summoning something to help you become a great fighter into it, then cast the energy out ahead of you. A beam of red flickers from the tip of the wood and then arcs through the air, hitting the ground and sputtering for a moment before turning into a... pool of mercury? You blink at it, wondering if you failed somehow... then have to surprise a yelp as a pseudopod of it flicks out and wraps around your ankle.\n\n'Don't be frightened, Master,' a sultry voice coos in your mind. 'I just needed to make contact to properly speak to you.'\n\n"What... are you?" you ask in a whisper, casting a glance towards the goons to make sure they haven't heard anything.\n\n'I am Shine, a succubus.' Your instant confusion must be obvious through whatever mental link the summon is using to talk to, since a soft, absolutely luscious laugh rolls through your mind. 'That is my title, whatever you might already associate with that word. I have been summoned here by your desire for strength, power, and prowess. I would gladly give you all of that for free, if I could, but know that a bond with me will require you to pay a price. My abilities take a toll I cannot waive.'\n\nYou're about to ask what she means, when you hear a call from one of the suited men, and see that they seem to be getting ready to move the still entranced people inside. "Fine, yes, alright, I'll pay it!"\n\n'Our pact is sealed. We are no longer two, but two who are one,' Shine replies happily, right before her substance slides off of the ground and starts flowing up your leg, part of her stretching over to start sliding down and then up your other leg as well, leaving you squirming at the strange, slick, somehow both warm and cold feeling of it moving over your skin, sheathing your legs in sleek, reflective silver. You twitch a bit in shock as a pair of pseudopods reach up to grab the waistband of your panties and tear them off, and your eyes widen as another pair of them form and thicken, becoming much more obvious as tentacles. You don't have time to protest, instead forced to clap a hand over your mouth to muffle yourself as the smooth, frictionless silver psuedopods plunge into your pussy and ass at once, your hips bucking and twitching as they wriggle and writhe inside of you, pressing in deeper and deeper by the moment even as more of the substance slides over your hips and stomach. More of the psuedopods, these formed into razor edges, press out through your shirt, cutting and tearing it off as they go, revealing your stomach now pulled taut and outlined in chrome. Your breasts are bared as a set of larger psuedopods split at the ends, forming into something like hands that drop over your breasts and start to knead them, expertly teasing at the nipples and making you arch and twist in place as the tentacles continue to writhe and practically vibrate inside you, even though your crotch now appears to be smooth, featureless silver, as does your outlined, seemingly die-cast ass. The hand-pseudopods spread out, coating your tits, and for just a brief moment showing a chrome outline of your nipples before they're reduced to nothing but a pair of silver bumps, and then smoothed away completely under the layer of gleaming quicksilver. Your breathing quickens with fear as you feel the stuff sliding up your throat as well as down your arms, the tendrils inside you finally ceasing their motion, becoming slender and contoured but constantly felt even as your face is being covered entirely.\n\nThere are a few instants of sheer panic, before you realize that you're perfectly fine... actually, a greater calm is coming over you as your entire head is covered. Your face is largely smoothed out and featureless now, still showing vague contours and the shape of your nose even as your hair is pressed in and smoothed against your head. As you push yourself to your feet, a pair of white slits to signify your eyes open on the surface of the silver mask, and two long, slender horns push out from your forehead, arcing upwards and slightly back. The rest of your body gains subtle further definition in the contours of silver, breasts growing larger and ass and hips rounding out even as they stay firm and high. You roll your shoulders a bit and tilt your head back and forth, realizing you can see... more. You're not entirely sure how to describe it other than that everything is clearer. It's not that things are brighter, more like you're processing everything more efficiently.\n\n'That's because our mental faculties are working in unison now. Not only are we getting the benefits of both our minds working together, my abilities are enhancing your own,' Shine's voice explains. 'It's also why you were able to calm down, at this level of brain function you're able to apply rationality despite your fear.'\n\n'Good work,' you think back, raising your silvery hands and flexing them a few times, then looking at the group and their guards marching towards the building. 'Let's go.'\n\n'Just relax and let's work together, Master,' Shine advises as you start to stride forward, naked, gleaming silver body seeming to almost flow as much as walk. 'Your purpose, my skill, let it happen and it will all work splendidly.'\n\nYou nod, choosing not to question why you reach a hand towards the side of your midriff. Metal flows into your fingers from your palm as well as extending from your body, forming into a long, elegant curved blade that you flick to the side as it solidifies. Then you duck forward into a run, charging right towards the group. You can feel the stiff tendrils still in your pussy and ass, stimulating you with every movement... they seem perfectly shaped so as not to actually impede you, but to provide pleasure with every step and motion. Lucky thing Shine's helping you process, or you might get overwhelmed! As it is, it's just a nice little added bonus to what you're about to do.\n\nThe rear guard has just enough time to hear you coming and turn, grabbing his gun out of his holster. As it swings to point at you, you flick your sword outward, part of the gun going flying as well as several of his fingers. You spin into a rising kick to slam your heel into the side of his head as he screams, planting a foot on him even as he's toppling and launching yourself into the air. You thrust out a hand, manifesting a trio of thin blades and throwing them at the same time right into the throat and chest of one of the other guards that was trying to track you, sending him dropping back like a stone. You land on the other side of the group of hostages, twisting back and forth to lash out and cut down two more of the guards, one of them getting off several shots that 'ping' harmlessly off of your metal coating. You're rounding the edge of the group towards where you thought you saw more guards when you faintly feel pressure on your arm with the sound of a <i>clank</i>.\n\nYou slowly turn your head to look at the Abroar that has its jaws clamped around your forearm. Its single eye is narrowed balefully at you... until it apparently picks up that you're just standing there. Perhaps it's your complete lack of reaction, or the beginning of pain from its cracked teeth, but you watch as its bestial face dawns with an expression of 'I have made a huge mistake.'\n\n"You ain't foolin', bucko," you say aloud, reabsorbing the sword and turning towards the Abroar. Yanking your forearm free, you jam both hands into its massive jaws, clamping your thumbs down around the bone to keep it from escaping as it starts bucking and trying to back up. Using the enhanced mental processing power and muscle control Shine gives you, you decide on just the right amount of force, direction, and speed with which to apply it, before yanking your hands apart hard. The Abroar's jaws separate... as does its upper half from its lower half, a spray of green goo and viscous purple blood coating the area. You stride forward towards the guards emerging at a run from the bunker, the gore you'd been sprayed with already dripping off your silver skin and leaving it smooth and unstained, hands reaching to your sides and drawing out a pair of shorter blades even as bullets start richocheting off of you.\n\nEventually either guards stop wanting to come out or the facility runs out of them, because a heavy plate drops down over the door, sealing it completely. 'Do we want to go inside after them, Master?' Shine asks cheerfully. 'I bet there's a lot of scientists and drudges working for Conformity in there, we could clear the whole thing out!'\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes!|GGDS]]\n\n[[Other priorities.|GGDS2x2]]

Alright so obviously the person in charge of the place you bought the thing might have answers. You appropriate a set of your father's sweats (the hoodie still leaves some of your midriff bare), tugging the hood as low over your face as possible. You can't even fit into a pair of his shoes, so finally you just accept that you'll have to go barefoot, and shove your hands into the hoodie's pockets as you go out the door. Keeping your head down, you walk in the direction of the address you found, trying to ignore the curious looks and double-takes of anyone you pass.\n\nEventually you arrive in front of a small, white-painted brick house, surrounded by a tiny yard with a rather stereotypical white picket fence. It seems a little on the small side for someone that owns an international chain of stores, but who are you to judge? You resist the urge to just step over the fence with your newly long and powerful legs and open the gate like a normal person, walking up the front walk and raising a hand to knock. You blink as the door swings open slightly just ahead of your knuckles, a woman's voice calling, "Do come in! I'm in the library!"\n\nO... kay. You push open the door and step inside, expecting to probably be standing in the living room pretty much, only to stop and stare as you find yourself in a cavernous foyer several times as large as the house you just walked into. You glance behind yourself and can still see the street and small yard, but inside it looks like a cross between a mansion and a cathedral, with an array of huge chandeliers hung above and several curving, winding stairways with elaborate bannisters leading up the the second floor.\n\n"Oh come now, this isn't even the oddest thing you've experienced today, is it?" the voice speaks up, echoing from nowhere and everywhere in the huge entry at once, making you jump a little. "On the right, dear, the hallway. The big double doors twice as tall as you are, that's the library, come along now."\n\nGingerly shutting the door behind yourself, you follow the instructions, feeling more and more weirded out by the moment. You'd kind of expected a confrontation with a business woman or maybe some bent shriveled old witch wannabe... actually, now that you think about it, you're really not sure what you actually expected, after putting on a pair of panties and a top turned you into a huge horny musclechick. And you have a lot of time to question yourself, since the lefthand hallway feels like it goes on for about a city block. You keep looking back to see if you somehow passed the doors, but you can't really think of what to do other than keep going... everything's just getting stranger, but you know that going back won't solve anything at this point. And so you walk along, past paintings of old, grand-looking people seeming very somber in their filigreed gold frames, very dignified vases and sculptures on Roman column display stands, and the occasional rather more odd thing like what looks like a fairy in the center of a solid glass ball (it's either a very, very realistic little sculpture or... ... or something). Finally you spot a pair of huge double doors, hesitating for a moment outside them before pushing them open and stepping inside.\n\nIt looks like someone brought the library from 'Beauty and the Beast' to life, said 'No this isn't nearly grand enough', and then poured a billion dollars or so into rennovations and expansions. You stare around at what looks like at least five stories of books and display cases, and then straight ahead at a small tea area set up with a freestanding fireplace and small round table. Sitting in an armchair is a woman who... you're not sure what age she is, 'mature' seems the best way to put it, her face unlined but obviously more than just adult, her hair long and dark and straight, her eyes a deep purple color behind round spectacles perched on her nose, a cream-colored sweater hugging large breasts and a long navy blue dress draped over her legs, her feet in simple black low-heeled slippers.\n\n"It's a bit disconcerting, but do have a seat, Cyan," she says gently, smiling and gesturing to the chairs across from her.\n\n"... You know my name," you note, not bothering to make it a question as you slowly walk over and sit down, eyeing her suspiciously. Someone who can make a place like this... yeah, her knowing your name doesn't seem exactly 'out there'.\n\n"I know quite a lot about you, now that you've crossed my path," she says agreeably as she leans forward, picking up the teapot and pouring a cup of something deep red, then moving it slightly and pouring another of pale green. She proffers you the cup of cherry cinnamon, smells like, one of the few kinds of hot tea you really like, then sits back with the green. "It's one of the little benefits of how I do what I do."\n\n"What you do is... what?" You frown, staring at her without taking a drink, just holding the cup (a little gingerly, with your larger fingers). "Transform people? Bend space?"\n\n"Those and much much more." She gives you a winning smile and takes a sip of her tea, then mms. "But actually I started out as a time witch. Which is just what it sounds like, I learned to manipulate the forces of time. I became quite good at it too, until I could hop backwards up to five hours, potentially undoing all sorts of problems, often ones that I got myself into in the first place," she adds with a soft laugh. "I was actually quite a lot like you back then! Always getting myself into odd situations, and having to just bull on ahead... though, obviously as I said, I eventually learned a way to avoid that."\n\nYou shift in your chair. "Look, how does this explain what happened to me? Why did you-"\n\n"I'm getting there, dear, just be patient. You know, surprisingly, patience is very important for a time mage. It makes sense when you think about it, messing about with time because you got impatient is just likely to require further messing around after all." She takes several sips of her tea, perhaps just to illustrate the point, but when you don't interrupt her, she continues. "Now, as I availed myself of this power, I began to get an inkling that something was amiss. Certain things didn't quite make sense. It was especially noticeable when I returned to the same point in time repeatedly... things that should have had entirely predictable alterations had I done something differently didn't always. Sometimes when I changed something, something wildly, unpredictably different happened. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to it... sometimes it was quite predictable, exactly what I thought would happen, sometimes it was a complete right angle. And then came the event that changed everything.\n\n"I was visiting a friend of mine in their home, and chatting with them in their bedroom. They excused themselves for a bit, and I admit I was rather overcome by curiosity and decided to look in their media cabinet. I found a number of unmarked disks and decided to play one, only to find it filled with utterly depraved acts, several of which violated both the laws of nonmagical society and the strictures placed on mages. My friend returned, catching me in the act, and was about to cast a rather lewd illegal spell on me when I turned back time." She sighs a little and sips her tea, obviously mildly troubled by the memory, but not enough that a mouthful of hot leaf water doesn't soothe it immediately. "I immediately rushed out of the room and went to the authorities, who acted on my report and raided my friend's home. However... they found absolutely nothing. And this wasn't a case of just a clever bit of hiding evidence, our authorities are very thorough. Moreover, the hurt and confusion on my friend's face seemed so sincere that I immediately began to question myself. So once again, I turned back time. I went through the conversation with my friend, keeping my hands to myself after they excused themselves, and when they returned we went to dinner. When we came back I asked if I could pick out a movie, and they directed me to the media cabinet. Inside there was nothing more criminal than a few movie disks that had clearly been recorded off of her DVR and a Carrot Top film."\n\nYou try to process that, but admit you're not sure what to do with it. When she seems to have gone silent, you speak up. "So, I don't get it... did they just have some sort of contingency on their secret evidence cabinet?"\n\n"No, dear, it wasn't any sort of spell... it was reality itself changing." Elizabeth smiles as if she hadn't just dropped the equivalent of an existential bombshell. "You see, I went back to that point in time a number of times. Every time I invaded their privacy, I found something criminal, or dangerous, or sometimes merely embarrassing or lewd. Some of that led to situations I barely got out of... others of them led to rather fun experiences." She giggles softly, then clears her throat and continues. "But you see, in every instance where these new revelations were introduced, a bit of investigation turned up further evidence that they had always been there, that there was a history to back up that existence. But then, if I went back prior to a point in discovering them and avoided that discovery, then did the same investigation, there was no such evidence. It had never happened at all. Checking my friend's nightstand turned up an object that, after a bit of talking, revealed that she had an on-and-off girlfriend of many years, and I looked into her... she had an identity, an existence, an address, I even met her. Then I went back and avoided looking in the nightstand... and do you know, after that, I could find not a single trace of that person ever having existed at all."\n\nYou feel your mouth go dry, and force yourself to take a sip of tea to deal with it. The cup clinks so hard against the saucer when you lower it that you decide to set both down to be safe. "You're... you're saying that maybe I didn't even exist before I walked in your door?"\n\n"No, dear. You see, you're different. You're like me, a bit." The woman's purple eyes twinkle at you over her cup. "The reason not every time mage discovers the inconsistent state of reality is that not all of them can detect the changes, and not all who do can comprehend the fullness of them. Because not everyone causes reality to reshape itself when they make a choice, only a select handful in all existence. So most time mages have the opportunity to discover the nature of reality, but they don't have that spark, and thus reality acts predictably for them and they never become aware. You have the spark, but no opportunity to put it to the test, so naturally you believe that what happened was a natural thing that would have happened to anyone that made that choice. That spark, that's how you're like me... I simply have both the spark, and the opportunity. And now, so do you."\n\n"... The costume," you say a little faintly.\n\n"Yes. The costumes in my shops will only have such a dramatic effect on someone who similarly has a dramatic effect on reality. Anyone else would have just found themselves with a rather skimpy superheroine outfit that probably didn't fit quite right," she notes with a grin, the tilt of this one somehow making you blush. "But I do it in hopes that I can discover others with the spark, that they'll come to my attention or come to me. Like you did. Honestly at this point I could show up in virtually any of your numerous existences if I really needed to, but it's usually not very sporting. And really, this one here is all I need. Because I can offer you a choice," she adds, setting down her teacup and gently moving both it and your largely untouched one to the side, sliding two more into the center of the table.\n\n"... And you get what you want no matter what," you say with dawning realization. "Because even if I say 'no'... the fact that you even gave me a choice also means that you can just follow the me that says 'Yes'."\n\n"And now, my love," Elisabeth purrs, lacing her fingers together and resting her chin on top of them. "You begin to understand the attraction of this combination of abilities." She just smiles at you for a moment, then picks up a teapot. "Here. I've found reality seems to love movie references. So let me make one that I'm sure you particularly will comprehend." She tilts the pot, pouring out a stream of deep blue fluid. "You drink the blueberry tea, and I'll send you back to a point before you ever came into my shop... or several other points in your life as well, if that's what you'd prefer." She moves the pot over, and pours out a stream of pinkish-red fluid into the other. "You drink the strawberry tea, and you can stay here with me..." She sets the pot down and leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers and smiling. "And I'll show you just how deep this devious world goes."\n\n<hr>\n[[Blueberry tea.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Strawberry tea.|GGMCE]]

Your resistance quickly crumbles and you lean forward, pushing up the blonde's shirt to bare her pale purple bra. Sharpening your fingertips you slice through it to send it tumbling down into shreds, the razor edges shifting back to normal as you grip her tits in both hands. "Fuck they feel nice," you groan, somehow acutely aware of all the little bumps and feels of her skin, every little bit of heat and reaction as you squeeze at the stiff little nubs as you pound away at her more eagerly.\n\n'They do, they're so firm but soft on our hands,' Shine moans back, stimulating your own breasts more eagerly, letting them become more defined as well, molded silver areola and stiff nipples forming to cap them. As you buck your hips into the blonde you can feel those tendrils in your pussy and ass not just wriggling, but starting to pump and thrust, fucking you just like you're fucking her.\n\nAfter a few moments you straighten up, slipping out of the girl's dripping pussy, your reflective chrome cock practically gleaming with her wetness. Without hesitation you push it into her ass instead, Shine and you letting out long, low groans of absolute pleasure at the much tighter, even smoother hole slipping around and sheathing your quicksilver prick. Straightening up and grabbing her waist, you pump into her hard and fast now, every breath a low, luxurious moan as you use her body, feeling more energized by the moment in doing so. Until finally you thrust forward, a shudder passing all across your silver skin as a wash of intense pleasure spreads out from your buried prick and over your mind. When you pull out, her tight little hole gapes briefly for a moment before squeezing back closed... it doesn't look like you left anything in her, despite your orgasm.\n\nYou almost instantly catch your breath as you step back, the silver shaft reabsorbing into your body and your breasts once more smoothing out and becoming featureless. "... Straighten up and get dressed," you order the blonde, then address the whole group with, "And get back in the van!"\n\nA few minutes later you're driving down the backwoods paths, a combination of your own handful of lessons and Shine's enhancement of your memory and reaction time making it almost effortless. 'I know where we can go,' Shine advises breezily. 'Once we get to the highway I'll take over driving.'\n\n"Where are we going?" you ask aloud, tilting your head a bit.\n\n'A place called the Hermes Hotel. It's an old building that one of my former summoners bought. It's been warded and has some maintenance spells cast on it, so it shouldn't be too run down. It will be a safe place for us to operate while we're dodging Conformity.'\n\n"Any point in asking what happened to that summoner?" you ask a little dryly.\n\n'He mismanaged his ability to feed after battle and got absorbed. Which is one of the reasons that I'll be able to treat his wards and enchantments as if they were ours.'\n\n"... Fun."\n\n'It's not like I'm proud of it, it's just what happens. Look, why don't you relax and go to sleep?' Shine asks as you pull off of the farm-to-market road and head down the exit towards the interstate. 'I can take care of everything while you get some rest, you've had a hard day.'\n\nYou're a little dubious, but you've so far been able to sense the truth behind anything Shine has sent, you decide to keep trusting her. Deliberately falling asleep while driving on the highway is another matter, but once you relax and find that your body continues to move and guide the van without you, you eventually allow yourself to drift off and into sleep, the various adrenaline buzzes (and more) of the day finally taking their toll.\n\nWhen you wake up, you find that you're laying in a rather large, opulent bed in a luxurious room, sprawled on your back, no longer shiny silver, and wearing a pair of overlarge pajama pants and a T-shirt that's also obviously a size or two too big for you. In your confusion, Shine says brightly, 'Morning~! Sorry about the bad fit, but I don't quite have the magic yet to do resizing on the fly.'\n\n"Shine? Where are we?" you ask, looking around the room. "This is... the hotel?"\n\n'The penthouse of the hotel, yes. I ditched the van a few blocks away and brought the others here through back streets and alleys, they're tucked into various rooms below,' Shine explains as you scoot to the edge of the bed and sit up, and after a moment stand. You feel a bit... off... but it's a little hard to tell how just now. 'I nudged their already mezzed mental state into a longterm sleep, they should stay that way until we decide to wake them up.'\n\n"Huh. You can do that?" you ask as you glance around again, then head towards what looks like the bathroom.\n\n'I'm not just a pretty face and some shiny mercury, I have many powers and abilities that I'll gain access to and that will grow stronger as you use me. Battle and feeding will both provide the energy needed,' Shine explains as you reach over to flick on the light, then move to stand in front of the mirror... and stare.\n\nYou're taller. Actually you look a bit older, maybe in your twenties. Wait, it's not just that... you're as tall as you were when Shine tweaked your form after covering you. A glance down shows that the added breast size remains as well, and a glance back up shows that your hair has gotten longer, now down to your mid-back, still black and tipped with blue. But... you also still have a pair of long, slender horns rising up from your forehead, skin-toned along the base and gradually darkening to black as they get closer to the tips. "W-... wha?!" you squeak, reaching up to touch them, staggering back a step... and blinking as you notice an odd brushing sensation from downstairs. Quickly fumbling with the tie of the pants, you let them drop... and let out a yelp at the sight of the sizeable cock and heavy balls dangling from your crotch. "What the hell?!" You yank your gaze back up to the mirror. "Shine, what the hell did you do?!"\n\nYou glare for a moment... then almost jump in shock as your reflection's eyes change from blue to silver, the you in the mirror smirking and completely calm despite your own flustered state. "As our bond grows there are bound to be some physical changes," Shine says from the mirror, shrugging nonchalantly with a flick of her hands. "It's just a few minor changes, what's the problem?"\n\nAfter taking a moment to adapt to this new method of communication, you slam your palms down on the bathroom counter and lean in towards your unfazed reflection. "The hair's a 'minor change'! What do you call horns and... and...!"\n\n"We enjoyed using it enough last night, why not have one all the time?" Shine replies in a reasonable tone, hopping up to sit partly turned sideways on the reflection's counter and reaching down to wrap a hand around her own cock, starting to stroke lightly... which makes you shiver and suppress a moan as you can actually feel the stroking, your own cock stiffening identically to hers. At your annoyed glare, she sighs and hops back down, stretching some and making her tits lift under the baggy T-shirt. "Look, don't get bent out of shape, Cyan. Your physical form is starting to take on some of the properties of mine, that's all... and that includes being able to shapeshift. You'll be able to hide them and pass for a normal, boring human girl any time you want, promise."\n\nYou start to make a snarky comment about the 'boring human girl' bit, before something catches in your brain. Your eyes narrow a little and you lean in towards the mirror. "What happened to 'Master'?"\n\nShine copies your pose but smirks back at you, giving her shoulders a little shake to make her tits wobble visibly through the open collar of her shirt. "You're not my master anymore, Cyan, we're partners. 'Master' implies you over me. When we joined together fully in purpose and pleasure, that was over. We're both on the same level now. There's not you over I, there's just you and me, and me and you. We're not master and servant, we're us."\n\n"Uh-huh. But you decide how we look, is that it?"\n\nShine huffs and rolls her silver eyes, giving her head a twist before looking back at you. "Look, like I said, if you don't like it, just concentrate and change it back! When you're letting me use the body, I decide how it looks, though, alright?"\n\nYou open your mouth, close it, think, then nod slowly. "... Look, you just surprised me, that's all," you say after a moment, deliberately calming your voice. "That was a hell of a thing to wake up to. It's... not even that I don't like it, just... a heads-up next time?"\n\n"... Okay, fair enough." Shine sighs as she straightens up and folds her arms. "I actually didn't decide it consciously, it just sort of happened as our bond deepened, but I knew it would shock you and I kept quiet because I wanted to see your reaction. That was wrong of me, I'm sorry."\n\n"... And me rejecting it must have felt like I was rejecting you, so I guess I'm sorry too," you say after a moment.\n\nShine beams at that, silver eyes twinkling. "You're so sweet, I love you."\n\nYour face colors... well, you assume from the feeling, since your reflection isn't actually a reflection at the moment. "Ah... r-really?"\n\n"Well from now on, I am you, and you are me. If you don't love yourself, who will?" Shine replies breezily, shrugging again.\n\nThat makes... sense, you guess. Actually you find the whole thing deeply charming, and your mouth curls up in a grin. "I love you too."\n\nShine smiles brightly again, then leans in towards the mirror and presses her lips against it. You lean in, returning the kiss even though all you can feel is the smooth coolness of the reflective surface. When you lean back and open your eyes, your reflection is moving in time with you again and has blue eyes once more.\n\nYou spend a few moments in the bathroom... which includes putting your new equipment to its less fun but somehow still interesting use... and pull the borrowed (inherited?) pants back up before wandering out into the main area of the room instead. It's dated, but definitely luxurious... you'd bet this dates to sometime around the forties or fifties. 'It was a little dated when my previous summoner got it, but it has been awhile, yes,' Shine answers the unasked question as you stroll barefoot through the opulent suite. 'But as said there were maintenance spells on it that have kept deterioriation and dirtiness to a minimum, so the entire place is still in usable condition, even if not all of it is quite so pristine as this.'\n\nYou nod thoughtfully as you head towards the obvious bar area, hoping that the pipes are magically maintained too and won't spit brown sludge at you. After filling a crystal whiskey glass with (thankfully clear) water, you turn while sipping it... and almost spray your mouthful through the air. Instead you swallow (a bit uncomfortably), then point at the blonde laying on the couch, her hands folded on her stomach, apparently asleep. "What's she doing here?!"\n\n'Well she had to be somewhere. Sorry, it slipped my mind briefly, alright?' Shine adds at your annoyed thought. 'All the hostages had to go somewhere, and with her I thought... well, she felt really good, might as well keep her handy just in case.'\n\n"Shine," you almost growl, glancing aside as if you could catch a glimpse of her if you did.\n\n'Think it through logically Cyan, she's in danger if she leaves anyway. Until we take down Conformity, that goes for all of the rest of them. Now, it's true that we could wake them up and either let them take their chances out there, or let them stay here, but both of those have risks for us. Or!' Shine's voice brightens as she continues. 'We can keep them here in magically induced sleep, perfectly healthy and unafraid, and quite safe. And, bonus, she'll be right there for regular feedings so we can be safe with that, and grow more powerful over time.'\n\n"I don't know about this, Shine," you mutter, folding your arms.\n\n'I'm just giving you my take on it so we can make a decision together,' the succubus answers. 'These are humans so I'm willing to bow to the human perspective on what we should do. But that said, what should we do?'\n\nAdmittedly, it's not like you can't see the rationality of Shine's points. These people were all taken from their homes, they're probably marked by the forces of Conformity, so if they go back there's not much to stop them from getting taken again. And you definitely don't want to wind up 'absorbed'. But still, all other moral and ethical considerations aside (of which there are no shortage... and a few of which you've already thrown to the wind, admittedly), wouldn't it be kind of... weird... living in an old hotel with a bunch of eternally sleeping people?\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave her (and them) asleep.|GGDS]]\n\n[[Wake her up.|GGDS2x5]]

"... Look, I'm sorry, all else aside it's just too <i>weird</i>, okay?" you assert as you walk over to the couch, setting the glass down on the nearby table. "Let's wake her up."\n\n'Okay. Lay a hand on her forehead and just concentrate on that, "wake up".'\n\nNodding, you lean over the reclining girl, bracing one hand on the arm of the couch and resting the other on her forehead. You focus on pushing just that simple thought into her head, 'wake up'. At first you don't think anything's happening, but after a few seconds her eyelids flutter, then open, pale green eyes focusing on you... before widening as she lets out a scream, scrambling away from you and winding up pressed into the corner of the couch, staring at you in absolute terror.\n\n"Uh." You blink, shocked. You did expect her to be a little bit frightened, waking up with a stranger in a strange place, but this is beyond that. You wince as she screams again, looking like she's about half a moment from diving over the arm of the couch and making a break for it.\n\n'Horns,' Shine notes sheepishly.\n\n'... Good one, us,' you think with a sigh. Since making them go away now would probably just creep her out more, you slowly raise your hands. "Easy, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."\n\n"W-who are you?!" she stammers, hands pressed hard against the surface of the couch. "WHAT are you?!"\n\n"My name's Cyan, and I'm human, honestly. They're just cosmetic," you insist, pointing at your forehead. "For real, that's all."\n\n"You're... telling me those are implants?" She stares, then laughs almost hysterically. "You don't look that level of punk!"\n\n'Hm, some more earrings and maybe a tongue stud would kind of set these off,' you and Shine muse in unison, before you speak aloud. "It's a long story. It's okay, though. Some people kidnapped you... me too. I was just able to break free of their control, and I got us all out of there."\n\n"I..." Her eyes flick back and forth, the terror in them shifting as she clearly starts to remember. "I was installing and setting up that game my little brother asked me to while he was away at camp, and... and I felt myself relaxing, then... I was walking to the door, they were putting me in a van... I don't... remember anything after that, but... oh God." She swallows hard, but after a moment seems to gradually relax. "I... I believe you though. I'm not entirely sure why. Actually..." She lets out a long breath, then scoots to sit properly on the couch, giving you a shaky smile. "Actually, now that I'm calming down... I feel very safe with you, Cyan. Ah... my name's Andrea," she adds, smile becoming more natural by the moment. "Thank you so much."\n\n'Oooo, she's imprinted, neat!' Shine chirps happily, virtually vibrating inside your head.\n\n"Im-" you start to say out loud, before closing your mouth and doing your best not to obviously look to the side as you reply. 'What do you mean, "imprinted"?'\n\n'From a combination of the brainwashing Conformity used and us feeding on her. Normally feeding has no aftereffects other than maybe a sense of deep satisfaction and an urge to smoke or raid the fridge, but since she was in such a receptive state, it's like she's formed a partial bond with us. She naturally trusts us, possibly even loves us though she doesn't consciously realize. Hey, don't look at me like that,' Shine adds as your eyes narrow, Andrea watching you stand there frowning at the floor with a confused look on her face. 'I didn't try to do it, it just happened. I mean I <i>could</i> do it on purpose, probably, but I didn't, I swear!'\n\n'How do we fix it?' you think, folding your arms.\n\n'Why?' Shine does the mental equivalent of holding up her hands at your little flare of anger. 'Okay, okay, sorry! Look, I don't know, alright? Honest. If it was something I'd done deliberately, then I'd know how to undo it, but this is a completely random quirk, it's all in her head. If we get more powerful, then maybe we could root around there and figure it out to undo it. But!' she cuts in before you can even think of a reply. 'Point of order! To get more powerful, we'll need to feed regularly! Also to, y'know, avoid me involuntarily absorbing you. And look, right here, we've got a cute, sweet girl who will be <i>completely and totally willing</i> to do that for you once you suggest it to her! It's a win-win here!'\n\nYou want to argue that, and are about to, when Andrea stands up and steps over to you. "Cyan? Are you... alright?"\n\n"Um, yeah, sorry, just thinking," you reply, rubbing the back of your head. "It's a kind of rough situation, y'know? These weird goons kidnapping people, and you in danger..."\n\nAndrea nods slowly. "That's true." Then she smiles gently. "But at least I don't feel like I'm in danger with you. I... can't really explain it, I just have this feeling like you're going to keep me safe." You're too surprised to resist as she steps in and wraps her arms around you, hugging you tightly... you're not sure if she's noticed that she's now sans a bra, her breasts pressing against the undersides of yours through two thin layers of fabric. "Please say I can stay, alright? Thinking about going back out there with those men... I get really frightened," she admits, tucking her head in against the meeting of your neck and shoulder. "Please say I can stay with you."\n\nAt a bit of a loss, you drape your arms around her middle, giving her a gentle hug in return. As you're trying to figure out what to say in return, she aptly derails your train of thought by placing a soft kiss right where your neck curves into your throat, sending a shiver through you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep her.|GGDS]]\n\n[[Send her home.|GGDS]]

"I definitely don't want to just turn members of some place's royal family over to just anyone," you answer after considering for a moment. "Besides, I want to make sure they get home okay. Plot course for Tessalon Prime."\n\n"Alright, finding wormhole now. Flight time to Tessalon Prime will be twenty-seven hours. But hey, this sort of above-and-beyond, personalized service is exactly what puts you above and beyond the old Cypher, Boss! Way to go the extra mile!"\n\n"Thanks, Sierra," you answer with a grin, turning away from the controls, and blinking a bit as Three steps in and leans down to wrap her arms around your neck. \n\n"I think I said it before, but I don't know if I showed you how much I meant it," she murmurs quietly, nuzzling her head against yours slightly. "So, thank you. Thank you for getting me out of that place."\n\n"I feel the same way," Two adds quietly as she moves in to do the same on your other side, her cheeks coloring as she plants a kiss on one of your own. "I never thought I'd get to see Three again, let alone have her come with us so she can stay with me. Thank you so much, Cypher."\n\n"Um. Seriously, I just did the right thing, I'm glad you two are-" You jump just a little as Three's hand cups the slight bulge of your crotch through the suit and begins rubbing it firmly, then gasp as Two kisses just below your ear. "Uh, girls, seriously, you don't have to-"\n\n"I know we don't have to, that's why we want to," Two whispers in your ear, voice a somehow perfect blending of shy and sultry as she runs her hand along your stomach.\n\n"It's the first time either of us will have ever done it because we want to instead of because we have to," Three assures you, actually nipping at your other ear as she gives your bulge another squeeze.\n\nWell. You guess you can't really argue with that. Either that or you're all out of willpower. Because the next thing that happens is your suit retracting, pulling away to collapse into its 'backpack' form, leaving Three to wrap her fingers around your cock as it's bared. She starts stroking you while her tongue flicks at your neck, Two drawing back a little to just look at you appreciatively, her face red. But a moment later she leans back in, joining her sister in licking at the nipples capping your lean, muscular chest, making you gasp even more as Two starts fondling your balls to go with Three's stroking of your shaft. By the time both of them sink down to their knees in front of you and lean in, starting to work your cock together, lips and tongues adoringly applied to your sack and pole, it becomes obvious that they've both done this plenty of times... this probably isn't even their first time with both of them at once with the same guy.\n\nStill, you're hardly complaining, even if in the back of your head you wish their prior experiences had been under better circumstances. The front of your head is filled with the sensation of them both sucking on your balls at once, and the view of those two identical, pretty faces looking up at you, Two's with that still sort of blushing, shy schoolgirl set to it and Three's with the almost solemn, intense set to her eyes. But both of them are giving your balls the same thorough tonguebath as Three strokes your now spit-shined shaft, urging you almost to the point of release. But as the pair of them feel your balls tugging tighter from their lips, they stop, each one grabbing one of your hands and tugging you forward, out of the chair and onto the floor. Their own clothes are quickly discarded, leaving them much closer to identical, though you still know that it's Three swinging astride your lower body and slowly sinking her warm, wet, hairless pussy down onto your throbbing, eager prick... though your view of that is blocked out as Two lowers her own sex right onto your mouth.\n\nYou have a fairly good view of your friend's cute, pert butt but not much else now, but you're not going to complain. Grabbing said butt with both hands, you knead it as you start licking her out... with an amount of intuitive skill that surprises you as much as Two, who gives a loud and very happy cry as your tongue begins working over her pussy. What, Cypher knew how to give girls oral? That's the first non-dickish thing you've discovered about the guy! A revelation you're soon distracted from by the feeling of Three starting to enthusiastically ride your cock, Two just as eagerly grinding her cunt against your face and working herself against your rolling, flicking tongue. You fall into such a rhythm that you're actually not sure how long it is before you can feel Three thrusting herself down on you, the squeezing, rolling motion of her inner muscles milking your own orgasm out of you, Two twisting and bucking her hips on your face as she cums for the third or fourth time. \n\nBoth of them swing off of you in near-unison after a few more moments, and Two shifts to a section of open floor and lays back, still blushing a little as she spreads her legs invitingly and rests her hands on her inner thighs, almost framing her pussy in a clear 'all yours' gesture. Getting to your knees and moving over, you lean down briefly to give her a nice, deep kiss, the blue-haired girl giving a little squeak of surprise and only now looking dangerously close to overheating from her blush. Then you push your still-hard, cum-smeared prick into her, feeling her moan into your mouth as you slide inside her. You feel hands tugging at your hair, and break the kiss to look up at Three, who leans in for her own kiss, just as enthusiastic and aggressive in kissing you as you were in kissing Two. Then, shocking you a bit, she moves to straddle Two's face, the more submissive twin immediately starting to eagerly lap at her sister's sex, Three moaning and wiggling her pert ass in your face. ... Oh well, if they're fine with it! There only seems to be one thing to do, really... lean forward and start lavishing your tongue all over Three's puckered asshole. She gives a surprised and pleasured yowl, bucking her hips back and forth between your tongues, writhing around as you and Two pleasure her as you pump your prick into Two's pussy.\n\n"Oh he <i>definitely</i> treats us right!" Three squeals as she tosses her head.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Cypher5x14]]

"Sorry, your highness, I already accepted your bounty and that's a contract. Besides, I have someone that would be very annoyed with me if I tried to skip out on him by not sharing your bounty."\n\n"Orkin," Jaune grumbles. "Should've known." \n\nJeanne sighs and rolls her eyes. "Fine, if that's the way you're going to be about it. There's a cargo tram that runs from the docking spires to the residential rings. People aren't supposed to use it to ride on but they do all the time anyway because it's always empty. At least that way you won't have to carry us around in front of everyone," she adds in a mutter as Two comes over and starts tucking a large towel around her bare lower body.\n\nYou glance over at Three, who gives a nod of confirmation, then look back to the royals. "Sounds good. Alright, your highnesses, try not to thrash around too much, I don't want to accidentally drop you or bump you into anything."\n\nYou would make quite the sight, you suppose... you with half your suit exposed from your arms being up to carry a pair of attractive young people bound in silver rings, one of them wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a towel, and a pair of identical blue-haired girls, one in vest and skirt and one in panties and tubetop. It's definitely an odd feeling to have this group standing in a practically cavernous, rattling metal tram bumping and grinding through a space station, until finally it deposits you near the docking spire where you left Sierra.\n\n"Oooo, got 'em, huh?" Sierra's voice chirps as you walk in. "... Also, uh, Boss, I think you picked up a spare Ami somewhere."\n\n"She's not a 'spare'. That's Ami's... Two's... sister, Three."\n\n"Sister?" both blue-haired girls murmur, before glancing at each other... and grinning.\n\n"Cool! Duly noted in my databanks. Lemme just put these two away, too," Sierra adds, Jaune and Jeanne glittering brightly and disappearing from your grip. "Shall I undock and head out, Boss?" \n\n"Yes, please," you answer, moving to settle into the pilot's chair. "I'd like to avoid ever coming back here too, if possible."\n\n"Bright spots, furthest from, yadda yadda," your chipper little starship notes. "Releasing docking seals and plotting a course away from the station now. But where should I head, Boss? The nearest bounty turn-in station, or to Tessalon Prime, where those two are from?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn-in station.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Tessalon Prime.|Cypher5x13]]

"I'd like to send you two back to safety first, but we've only got so much time, and I don't want to send you off on your own in this place," you answer. "So you two will have to come with me to see if we can arrest the Quatra Twins. Just stay back and out of the line of fire, okay?" Once they both nod, you turn and make your way back to the tram. "Okay, but until then stay close."\n\nYou take the tram to the habitat ring where Orkin's files indicate that the royal twins have taken up residence. It's a step up from the cheaper and nastier living quarters, but not a huge one, you note. Either those family heirlooms didn't go far or they're spending their money elsewhere. You glance at the door to confirm that it's the same number, then wave Two and Three back, the blue-haired girls shifting back away from the door and close to the wall. Taking a breath, you key in the passcode that was included in Orkin's info, then step in as the door slides open.\n\nJeanne Quatra, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and wearing nothing but a t-shirt that barely comes down past her waist, turns from picking up a plate of food out of the replislot, mouth open and curling up in a slight smile that drops away as she sees who's actually entered, her whiskey-colored eyes widening. Then she immediately hurls the plate of hot food at you, only her single moment of hesitation giving you time to duck. You have to hand it to her, not only did she do a hell of a job throwing two bowls of hot stew, since you can hear the whole thing crash into the opposite wall in the corridor and you didn't get a drop on you in passing, but in the time it takes you to duck and start to rise she's already crossed the room and snapped a palm-strike at the side of your head.\n\nYou swing your forearm up to block hers and knock away the blow, slapping your palm down and against her thigh as she follows up with a knee towards your side, flashing her bare-shaven pussy at you as her leg raises. She keeps on the offensive, focusing most of her strikes towards your head or areas where you'd be pained no matter how much actual damage the suit absorbed. Between the surprisingly brutal assault and the fact that you're not actually supposed to hurt her, you're forced to concentrate mostly on blocking her blows, waiting for either an opening her for her to force you to go on the offensive.\n\nFortunately it's the latter, since there's a shocked shout from outside, then a sort of <i>SQUING!</i> noise and a male yelp of pain, followed by the sounds of a scuffle. Your opponent's head snaps towards the open door. "Jaune?!" The momentary distraction is all you need to lunge forward, hooking a hand behind her thigh and shoving a forearm against her collarbone, taking her down to the floor with you on top of her. The impact is enough to rattle her if not actually cause any damage, and you quickly yank a collapsed restraint band from your belt and smack it against her front, the silver band expanding and slipping around her arms, yanking them to her side as it connects in back and solidifies.\n\n"Two?! Three?! You alright?!" you call as you slap another restraint on Jeanne, forcing her lower arms to be bound as well, the sivler resting just above her bare crotch.\n\n"We're fine! For now!" comes a call back. "Um, but hurry up!" \n\nYou slap one more restraint on Jeanne's bare legs, and ignore her decidedly un-princess-like cursing as you stand and rush back into the corridor. There you see Jaune Quatra struggling on the floor with Two and Three on top of him trying to hold him down. None of his attempted moves seem to be working well despite his training, since he's got a pair of opponents (albeit amateur ones) already on top of him who have no other objective than to hold him down. Snorting, you lean in and manage to slap a few restraint bands on him as well.\n\n"Good work, girls," you acknowledge as Two and Three get to their feet. \n\n"He, uh, surprised us," Two admits, gingerly picking up her little silver pistol and reholstering it. "He had a sword so I, uh, well, then we..." She gestures towards the bound, cursing prince.\n\n"Alright. Let's see if we can find a slightly less public way to get these two back to the ship, or at least one that doesn't involve carrying them through too many open spaces," you say as you pick up Jaune and carry him into the room, dumping him next to his sister. "Uh, and Two, see if you can find something to cover Jeanne's lower body with?"\n\n"Oh!" Two blushes, then nods repeatedly before scurrying towards the sleeping area. "On it!" \n\n"You bastard! You'll regret this! I'll see that you-!" Jaune starts, making you think of snagging something to shove in his mouth, when his sister hisses at him.\n\n"Jaune, shut up!" She presses her lips together and looks up at you. "I appreciate you trying to avoid humiliating me. You seem like a reasonable person, so maybe we can make some sort of deal in return for you letting us go."\n\n<hr>\n[[Sorry, no.|Cypher5x12]]\n\n[[... What sort of deal?|Cypher]]

You open your mouth to say yes, before you have to close it and wince. "We can't." You step closer and lean in, lowering your voice to murmur, "Remember when I used my thumbprint in Orkin's office?"\n\n"Oh. Oh right, your name and picture came up," Two murmurs back, hunching her shoulders a little. "I'm... I'm sorry, Three, we can't really-"\n\nThree interrupts her with a shrug and a statement of, "It's fine. I'm used to wearing this. I mean, I'd be glad to wear something else too, but it's not gonna hurt me to stay like this awhile longer."\n\n"Alright." Two musters a slightly wan smile, before looking back at you. "Um, what now...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Now to arrest the twins.|Cypher5x11]]\n\n[[Now they go back to the ship.|Cypher]]

"Hey, wait, listen," you say, trying to keep your voice reasonable as you raise your hands and step forward. The wicked witch looks rather startled and raises her crackling hand, though a glance at the somewhat nonplussed Glinda makes her lower it again. "I think there's a misunderstanding here." 'A deliberate one,' you add mentally, resisting the urge to glare at the pink-clad witch.\n\n"What's that, my pretty, you didn't deliberately drop a building on my sister?" the wicked witch sneers.\n\n"No, I didn't," you answer frankly, without stuttering, which seems to surprise her again. "I just happened to be inside the building when it got dropped, I had no control over it. Look, I don't know anything about your sister, and I definitely didn't wish her dead. I'm not glad she's dead, either, whether she was oppressing people or not she was still your sister so I'm not going to gloat to your face."\n\nThe black-clad witch now seems actually somewhat placated, folding her arms over her chest and eyeing you more thoughtfully, while Glinda seems to have developed something of a frown. "She tormented the poor Munchkins, Dorothy," the woman in the pink dress says, her voice mildly scolding.\n\n"Yeah but no reason to rub her family's face in it when she's standing right here," you counter. "Even if they're evil or whatever, they still have feelings! I mean, you still have feelings. Sorry," you add, addressing the Witch of the West directly.\n\n"... Hmph. Been a long time since anyone even acknowledged that," she grumbles, stroking her chin a bit. Then she points at you. "But I still want those boots!"\n\n"The boots cannot be removed," Glinda cuts in smoothly.\n\n'Figures,' you think sourly, much the same expression passing over the black-clad witch's face. "Alright, look..." you say, holding up your hands placatingly again.\n\n<hr>\n[["... I have no fight with you."|GGOz1x4]]\n\n[["... You can have them when I leave."|GGOz]]\n\n[["... I'll help you get them off me."|GGOz]]

Needless to say, the three of you find various pleasant ways to pass the day-plus ride to Tessalon Prime. A few times you feel a bit weird knowing you're, well, you're having an extended threesome inside a ship that might have an opinion on it, but thankfully if Sierra has any thoughts regarding the debauchery occurring within her hull she declines to share them. Eventually the three of you rest and clean up, Three taking the time to browse through Sierra's stored replicator patterns and pick herself out some new clothes... a loose purple long-sleeved shirt with wide sleeves and a draped collar, shiny black hotpants, and shoes that are a sort of cross between thigh-high stockings and slippers. Between that and pulling her hair back into a ponytail and clipping it, it would certainly be a lot harder to mistake her for Two in her more toned-down and simple outfit.\n\n"Getting a hail from Tessalon Prime orbital control now, I assume you want me to patch it through?" Sierra chirps as you approach a large planet divided between extremely blue oceans and sprawling green continents with what looks like white lace draped over them.\n\n"Yeah, go ahead," you answer, turning back to face the forward viewport in your chair, a holoscreen popping up in front of you showing a woman with short blonde hair and green eyes wearing some sort of high-necked white jacket.\n\n"Unknown ship, what is your business on Tessalon Prime?" she asks in an I'm-bored-but-too-professional-to-be-super-obvious-about-it tone.\n\n"This is Cypher Ceed, I'm here to turn in a bounty head, specifically for Jeanne and Jaune Quatra."\n\nThat makes her blink, and her mouth opens and closes without sound twice before she says, "One moment, please." The screen blanks, showing some sort of logo briefly, before it comes back. A similar-looking woman, albeit with shoulder-length pale, shiny brown hair and hazel eyes, looks at you coolly.\n\n"Sir, can you confirm that you have the Princess and Prince with you and that they are unharmed?"\n\n"Well I've got their bioscans, but I can't exactly bring them on in front of the camera, they're in holding," you reply, tapping the controls to send data from Sierra. 'In holding' seems the best way to explain Sierra keeping them in her pattern buffer, since that doesn't seem to be standard technology. "But they're unharmed and ready to be dropped off."\n\nThe woman's eyes flick downwards towards wherever the sent data displayed, before she nods. "We've been directed to route you to the royal palace, docking pad A5. I'm sending you coordinates and a flight path now. Please do not deviate from it. Also please be aware that the queen will be receiving you, and there will be a detachment of royal guards with her for her protection. Please be respectful. Orbital control out." With that, the holowindow closes.\n\n"Well. You girls ready to meet a queen?" you ask Two and Three as you turn back to them, grinning. Two bites her lower lip and squirms in place in answer, and Three just shrugs as if it were all the same to her. \n\nAs Sierra enters the atmosphere and descends, the 'lace' covering the continents is revealed to be a vast, interconnecting network of cities. Unlike the cities on Earth you remember, these aren't little splotches of assorted types of buildings made out of different looking materials, but instead seem to be all one extension, just with growths of latticework and other buildings between any two clusters, and it's all made out of the same gleaming, clean white material. The only real way to tell that you're approaching the palace is that there's only one long white roadway approaching it and that it looks a bit grander and more decorative than any of the city areas you flew over on the way there. Sierra comes to a stop over a large white diamond-shaped courtyard, the areas around the surface covered with what look like rosebushes, slowly lowering down until she touches down. "Aaaand we're here! Here, Boss, I dressed your bounty heads up a little, considering."\n\nJeanne and Jaune rematerialize near the closed back door, both of them wearing white jackets in a vaguely military style, Jaune wearing slacks and Jeanne a skirt. They blink, looking around in confusion. "Where are we?" Jaune demands, frowning at you.\n\n"Landing pad A5 of the royal palace," you answer as you stand up and walk over. "You're home."\n\nJaune's lips pull back from his teeth as he starts towards you. "You son of a-!"\n\n"No, Jaune," Jeanne says quietly, putting an arm across his chest. "... We need to pick our battles now, and picking one with him isn't going to help us," she adds as the landing ramp begins to lower behind them, allowing the scent of warm flowers to fill the ship. Jaune scowls darkly, but nods, letting his hands fall back to his sides. Both turn as the ramp continues to lower, and without being prompted walk out ahead of you, Two and Three following behind. \n\nOutside there's a tall woman with her dark, almost black brown hair braided and wound at the back of her head like a crown, dressed in a flowing white gown that manages to be just vaguely ethereal enough to give a slight hint of the curvaceous body beneath it without actually revealing anything. She watches all of you approach with almost-black eyes, a number of men in gleaming white armor with Roman-esque helmets on flanking her in wings. Once the twins come to a stop in front of her, she seems to deliberately wait for them to open their mouths before saying coolly, "The issue of your departure and return is not to be discussed in front of outsiders. Take your places." Once the two have sulkily moved to stand behind and slightly to either side of her, the apparent queen looks at you and gives you a passably warm smile. "Forgive my rudeness, it was unintentional in addressing this family issue. I want to thank you for returning my daughter and son to me unharmed. I am Queen Jocasta, and you have my gratitude. While we already have your payment ready for you, I would of course be remiss if I didn't extend the hospitality of my home to you as well. Why not stay for several days? What is mine is yours for that time."\n\nYou smile back, and are about to answer when you notice the Quatra twins apparently trying to subtly get your attention. Jeanne's eyes are pinched, her face worried and lips pressed together as she gives a tiny but emphatic shake of her head in a clear 'no, don't' gesture, while Jaune is flicking his eyes meaningfully towards... Two and Three? Are they actually trying to warn you of some threat? ... Or are they just pissed off that their capturer might enjoy himself?\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the queen's hospitality.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Politely refuse.|Cypher]]

Your teeth grind together as you watch Amanda return to fellating the captain. Cheat on you? Cheat on <i>you</i>? So this little whore is hooked on fucking, is she? Well you'll really hook her!\n\nStorming over to the two, you drop to your knees behind Amanda and lean forward, spreading her asscheeks. She makes a little noise of surprise around the cock stuffed down her throat when you spit directly onto her little puckered asshole. Of course after you straighten up and free your raging hardon from its pants and start stuffing it up said asshole, she gives a much louder wail around it... one you can tell is half pained and half ecstatic.\n\n"You want cock, huh, you little slut?" you growl, gripping her hips and starting to work your cock, forcing it deeper into her, your freely-flowing precum starting to add to the lube of your spit. "This what you want? I'll give you all the cock you can handle right up your cheating little ass, you filthy whore!"\n\nThe captain slowly lowers to his knees so that Amanda can be on all fours between the two of you. Realizing that you're not going to direct your anger at him, and apparently rather turned on by the sight of you rage-fucking her previously virgin asshole, he grips her hair and starts fucking her throat as roughly as you're pounding her ass. Amanda gags and quags around it, and is apparently eager for more, from the way you can feel her ass squeeze around you as she cums. The captain even reaches over and unlaces your tunic, pulling it off so he can fondle your tits. You're more focused in dumping a thick load of angry amazon jizz up your beloved slut's ass to mind.\n\nThroughout the rest of the night you and the guard captain fuck Amanda in every hole she has. Occasionally other guards notice the commotion and poke their heads in, and wind up joining the fun for a little while. There are plenty of times through the night when the blonde teen has all three of her whorish little holes stuffed with throbbing cock and is clearly begging for more.\n\nThe next morning Amanda promises that she'll never do it again, and you sigh and accept the promise. Two nights later, you find her out in the woods being fucked up against a tree by the camp cook, and the whole messy thing gets started all over again. Sigh.\n\nYou've turned your sweet, innocent beloved into a complete sex addict. Oh well... at least you're doing things together!\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|ShemaleBarbarian24xEnd]]

"Maybe we'd better," you manage, despite the distraction of her fondling hand. "We don't want a bunch of nasty rumors spreading, right?"\n\nShe gives a disappointed sigh, her hands dropping to her sides. "No, I guess you're right. And I guess we'd better start trying now, then." With no further word, she turns and walks out of the room. Unable to help feeling a little discomfited, you turn back to your weapons and finish getting them ready.\n\nYou both go to meet up with the caravan, servants coming along to help load your things, not that there's that much of it besides clothes and the personal rations Karey's provided for you. The two of you climb into the wagon and, surrounded by a hundred of His Majesty's finest, you set off along the winding roads towards the snowy capital of Valisgrad.\n\nDuring the trip Amanda is affectionate and talkative, but there's a lack of the physical affection and gestures towards you that you'd come to be familiar with over the last few days in Adarode. Figuring that she's probably just trying her best to be discrete, you try not to be hurt, nor to read too much into how she gradually becomes more distant day by day.\n\nOn the fourth day, you come back to your section of the campsite to find she's not there. Frowning and a bit worried, you go searching for her. There's no luck until you pass the captain's tent and hear a faint moan coming from it. Blinking, you backtrack, and then slip in through the front flap. You stare at what you find inside, illuminated by the light of an oil lamp.\n\nAmanda is completely naked and on her knees in front of the captain of the guard. Her hands are on his hips as she bobs her head, gulping down his dick to the root again and again. His hand presses on the back of her head and he moans, until he opens and spots you staring at the scene in shock. Amanda must notice some change in his cock because she pulls back off of it and looks over his shoulder. But even as she does that and sees you, she reaches up to wrap a hand around his shaft and start pumping him in place of her mouth, her other hand coming up to start rubbing his hairy balls.\n\n"I'm so sorry, love," she moans, the words more like a whore's encouragement in bed than an apology. "But I just couldn't take it! You got my body hooked on fucking, and when I couldn't have it every night...!" She whips her head around and slides her mouth over the moaning man's prick again, as if she had a disease and it was the cure.\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't deal with this.|ShemaleBarbarian25x1]]\n\n[[Oh, you're gonna deal with this, alright!|ShemaleBarbarian24x2]]

"I mean... it'd have to be Ryoga," you decide with a sigh. "Out of all the guys I know."\n\n"He does kind of want to kill you, usually," Akane points out. She may have some odd ideas about Ryoga, but she's apparently clear on that much.\n\n"Yeah but <i>he</i> wants to kill me," you point out, resting your hands on your hips and rolling your eyes. "I doubt he'd be satisfied hearing some statue demon curse struck me down without him laying a finger on me. It ain't an honorable defeat in martial arts."\n\n"That's true," Akane allows, bobbing her head. "Plus he's so nice, I'm sure he'll help you if he understands the situation."\n\nYou resist the urge to roll your eyes again. "Anyway, the other benefit is that he'd probably never wanna tell anyone else we did it either, since it'd embarrass him too."\n\n"I guess all of that makes sense." Akane nods, then blushes. "Do you want me to come with you? I mean... this seems so perverted, trying to help you... ... but he might be more likely to believe you if I back you up."\n\nAnd Ryoga would do just about anything for Akane... even you, you have to admit. Of course that would mean Akane being there and, well, helping talk your rival into having sex with you. Does the weirdness of that outweigh the near-assurance Ryoga will go through with it...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Have Akane help.|FRanX16x2]]\n\n[[Have Akane stay away.|FRanX]]

"Let's just put her in Storage, for now," you decide after a moment's consideration. "That seems like it'll let us focus on building our... Demon King-y-ness with fewer things to worry about."\n\n"'Kay~!"\n\nAfter a second, realizing Mary isn't going to prompt you, you shrug and point a palm at Katalina. "Um... Storage." You blink in surprise as her entire body glows, then disappears. You try visualizing a storage menu, and... yup, you can even imagine a 'Recently Stored' list, and right there on it is 'Unconscious Kidnapped Princess'. Though separate from her are 'Tattered Royal Garb', 'Proof of Royalty Accessory', and 'Sword of Aldamira'. It must store everything she had with her separately while she's inside. Oh hey, you didn't even notice the sword... but apparently since it was considered her possession, it went with her.\n\n"Alright, one kidnapped princess successfully taken care of!" Mary chirps, giving you a double thumbs-up.\n\n"Yeah... ah, hey, Mary, are you a little bigger?"\n\n"Mhm! Treating a princess like an object to be looted is kinda lewd and wicked by definition, y'know?"\n\nAh. Yeah, you guess it kind of is. You rest a hand on the butt of your sword and rub the back of your head. "Hm. So, what do we do now? I mean, what's a good next step to becoming Demon King? Do we just go around marauding and committing cool crimes or what?"\n\n"Well we <i>could</i>," Mary acknowledges. "I mean I guess that's not a <i>terrible</i> way to start off Demon King-ing. But we might want to look into a base of operations first. There's three good possibilities, too!"\n\n"You're so smart and useful," you inform her, smiling as you carefully pat her on her tiny head.\n\n"Ah... ahhhhh..." Mary quivers in place, and you blush as you get the distinct impression she might be orgasming. Then she gives a small cough before continuing, "O-okay, well, you could either take over an abandoned castle that used to belong to a previous Demon King who got defeated, orrrr you could get a castle from one of the two Demon Kings already out there!"\n\nYou blink. "Wait, wait, there's already a Demon King? ... There's two?"\n\n"It's a pretty big Adventure World, Master, we were lucky to get such a large one! But yes, there's two. There's one who hasn't done a lot in quite awhile, he's basically just sitting on his throne in his scorched lands brooding and apparently waiting for the stars to align or something, and there's one that abandoned her throne and went off to live in a human city."\n\n"Hunh. So I could just take one of their kingdoms, huh?"\n\n"Hm, the idle guy, yeah, for sure, basically any Hero could beat him, probably why he's not doing jack squat. The other, welllll, they're really tough, and they're weirdly devoted to their Demon King even if she did abandon them. You'd probably have a harder time just outright conquering them, you might try another route to getting ahold of it though, 'cause it's really strong and really nice.'\n\n<hr>\n[[Just do cool crimes.|QODK]]\n\n[[Take over the abandoned castle.|QODK1x3]]\n\n[[Conquer the idle Demon King.|QODK]]\n\n[[Try to take the place of the negligent Demon King.|QODK]]

"Well, you <i>are</i> a worthless whore," you muse aloud, grinning. "But tell you what. Why don't you prove you're worthy of being in my presence by sucking my cock? Since it's all you're good for."\n\n"Oh, thank you, thank you," Tifa simpers as she crawls over to you, only raising up onto her knees once she's directly in front of you. "I'm not worthy to even see your holy member, my lord, but thank you, thank you so much."\n\nTifa quickly undoes your pants and fishes out your cock. You have to admit, you're stunned and impressed... even mostly limp, it has to be a good eighteen inches in length now. Tifa begins pumping it with both hands and working the head into her mouth, already a tight fit as it is. You hiss as you begin to harden, your cock quickly gaining both length and girth as the barmaid slobbers shamelessly all over it, occasionally popping the head out of her mouth to lick up and down its length worshipfully. Soon it's jutting past her head, over two feet long and as thick as her wrist, as she buries her face in your equally huge sack and rubs back and forth, sucking and tonguing at the skin of it.\n\n"I want to see you take the whole thing, whore," you command, your own voice breathy now. Tifa immediately draws her head back and forces her mouth back over the large, spongey head, then begins emphatically working it back and forth. You groan as she forces her throat open over it, the sound of her gagging ignored by the both of you as she forces herself on. The barmaid essentially rapes her own throat onto your dick in her eagerness to please you, her gurgling and quagging loud and utterly without shame.\n\nShe lifts her hands to fondle your balls, again with a sort of reverence that might be used with holy relics, each of your testicles comfortably filling one of her hands. She continues bobbing up and down, working more and more of your shaft down her throat, her lips slorping back along it and leaving it shining and dripping with saliva. Finally, almost impossibly, her lips stretched absolutely taut, she gives herself that final push and makes her pink lips press against the root of your dick.\n\nStill doing her best to follow your orders, she begins bobbing back and forth again, still slurping and tonguing your length, but you can tell she's losing steam. You can feel your orgasm coming on as your worshiper does her best to keep deepthroating your immense prick. She probably won't stay conscious if you want to stay inside... what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Who cares if she's conscious? Her holes still work.|FF7X44x2]]\n\n[[Pull out, it'll be good to humiliate her some more.|FF7X]]

Deciding you were enjoying the hole you've already used plenty, you yank Tifa's upper half to the edge of the table, letting her head dangle over the edge of it, her hair falling to sway and pile against the floor. You use one thumb to push on her chin to open her mouth, and your hand to guide yourself in, slowly pushing past her lips. This time you get to actually see the obscene bulge your dick makes in her slender throat, the head a larger outline as it slides on down, then eventually disappears as it gets past her throat, the rest of it still bulged up with your shaft. You keep going until you feel your root pressing against her lips again and let out a sigh of contentment.\n\nYou begin roughly fucking the unconscious girl's mouth, your balls slapping heavily and audibly against her face. You reach out and yank her shirt up to free her tits, amusing yourself by squeezing and kneading them roughly, using them as little more than stressballs while you rape her throat. There's not a sound from her this time other than the occasional quag from her reflexive gulping and swallowing around you, her only movements equally instinctive twitches and jerks, and the rise and fall of her tits against your hands whenever she catches a breath.\n\nYou lean back a little, idly slapping and spanking her big tits, enjoying the way they wobble and shimmy from the stinging impacts and the way it makes the rest of Tifa's body twitch. But eventually you grab them and squeeze them roughly again, starting to fuck into the passed out barmaid's throat faster and faster. You can feel yourself approaching the edge again, and you realize that you've got the same choice to make, though a bit more extreme this time.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's see what she's like when she comes around, could be funny.|FF7X]]\n\n[[What worthless slut doesn't dream of dying for her god?|FF7X44x4]]

Not bothering to give her any commands, you instead grab two handfuls of Tifa's hair and yank her forward roughly, shoving her even further down on your cock than she'd managed to go herself, her nose grinding against your crotch. Her eyes stay fixed on your face, that utterly worshipful look in them as you shove forward, pressing your balls more firmly to her chin. Your cock begins to shudder and twitch, blasting your load almost directly into her belly, and you can see from the shivering of her own body that she's actually orgasming from having you fuck her throat and cum down it.\n\nYou grunt and shove your hips a few more times, forcing out the last of your load, and not letting Tifa up for a moment. You can feel a few reflexive jerks of her head, her body fighting her own orders not to resist you. But finally her eyes roll up in her head and her hands drop away from your balls, arms swaying limply at her sides. You wait just a moment more before finally pulling her off of you, your cock making an obscene *slorrrrrrp* as it pulls out of her mouth and finally pops free, jutting in front of you at the very slightest downward arc, obviously needing only the faintest urging to return to steel hardness.\n\nYou glance down at Tifa, letting go of her hair and allowing her to crumple to the floor. Then you bend and hoist her up, your virtual body having no difficulty with the weight of an adult human. You slap her down onto her back on one of the tables, not bothering to be gentle about it, the wood creaking in protest at the sudden application of weight. Now, what to do, what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Her throat feels pretty good, what's a little brain damage?|FF7X44x3]]\n\n[[Knock the bitch up while she's out.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Destroy her ass while she's not awake to whine about it.|FF7X]]

"You're forgiven for right now, cunt," you answer idly, finding the words are coming more easily to you, almost naturally. "Get up and lock the door to make sure we're not disturbed again. And from now on remember that you're an animal, and animals don't wear clothes."\n\n"Yes, my lord! Of course, I'm sorry!" The once disobedient and feisty ninja immediately leaps to do your bidding, and you largely ignore her following your order to secure the entrance before she begins yanking her clothes off like they burned.\n\nYou pull your cock out of the body on the table's mouth, enjoying the lewd noise it makes, then move around to the other end of the table. Briefly enjoying the view of the late Tifa's legs flopped open limply and showing her pantied crotch, the white cotton soaked through and almost transparent from her arousal before she went unconscious. You briefly consider hauling them off, but decide not to bother with that either... too much trouble moving limp limbs around. Instead you climb up onto the table on your knees, trusting it to support your weight.\n\nYou pull the crotch of the panties aside and immediately thrust into the corpse's pussy, knowing you don't exactly have to wait on its account. The fleshy hole is still quite warm as you begin pumping into it, shoving the limp legs aside carelessly and leaning forward to rest your hands on the tabletop. The body's fat, lifeless tits wobble with the impact of your hips as you plunge your cock into the hole between its legs, your balls slapping against the lower curves of its buttocks.\n\nFinding fucking Tifa's corpse almost relaxing, you glance aside and see that the naked Yuffie has found a seat nearby and is relentlessly frigging her pussy with one hand and abusing one of her barely-there tits with the other, pinching and twisting the nipple roughly. You grin, stopping your thrusts for the moment. "Tell you what, for being a good worthless whore, you can come over and play too."\n\n"Mmf, oh, thank you, my lord," Yuffie moans as she leaps to her feet and hurries over, climbing up onto the table as well. At a gesture from you as to where she should position herself, she lowers her hairless pussy down and begins rubbing it all over the corpse's face, bucking her skinny hips and working herself against the dead body of her friend as if it were nothing more than a pillow shoved between her legs.\n\nYou smile at her and lean forward, stuffing your tongue into her mouth and kissing her lewdly as you fuck the slowly cooling hole between the barmaid's body's legs. Yuffie moans loadly, from both getting to kiss her god and from the motion of the corpse's face rubbing against her pussy from your thrusts. She bucks her hips, a squirt of girlcum dribbling down the late Tifa's still and lifeless features.\n\nEventually you pull out and flip the body over, shoving into its asshole instead, mming faintly in interest at how it feels colder to you, and both loose and tight from your throbbing dick spreading the dead flesh around it. You resume your thrusts, fucking the meat-hole with lazy, strong pumps of your hips, Yuffie rubbing her eager young pussy against the back of her late friend's head without caring about what it might do to its face being rubbed against the table. Eventually you spill your load into the still and lifeless cumdumpster underneath you, Yuffie visibly orgasming just at the sound of your groan of release.\n\n"Can I get fucked to death, too, my lord?" she mewls eagerly, eyes shining with wanton desire.\n\n<hr>\n[[Of course!|FF7X44x6]]\n\n[[Not yet.|FF7X]]

Deciding that you're enjoying the feel of her throat too much to pull out, and who really cares about the consequences, you shove in hard and groan as you begin pumping your second load into Tifa's belly. You can feel her throat squeeze and clench around you as it reflexively swallows, but those are growing weaker and weaker as you keep your cock buried all the way in. Her tits trying to rise against your hands squishing down on them briefly start trying to do so faster, and her whole body gives a few shimmies and wiggles as she unconsciously fights to live, a few puffs of panicked breath coming from her nose and onto your balls.\n\nBut with one last slurp on your spasming prick, her throat loosens, and her entire body goes still, including the motion of her melons under your palms. You moan in pleasure as you keep cumming for several moments more, then slowly straighten up, rolling your shoulders and stretching. You don't pull out... why bother?\n\nYou glance up and over at the door as you hear the bell ring, blinking a bit at the sight of Yuffie Kisaragi trotting in, the teenage ninja wearing her brief green shirt and almost as brief khaki shorts. She takes one look at you and immediately drops to her knees, bowing worshipfully. "Forgive me, my lord, I didn't mean to interrupt you!"\n\n<hr>\n[[You're not quite done with your current toy, she can wait.|FF7X44x5]]\n\n[[Yuffie's turn on the cocksmother express!|FF7X]]

Looks like there are plenty of them wandering around all over the place, chatting, taking pictures with guests, generally being in-character (or at least as in-character as they can get without shooting an alien or whatever). You're probably going to have to narrow down your criteria for picking one to talk to.\n\n<hr>\n[[Guys.|HLMascotMale]]\n\n[[Girls.|HLMascotsFemale]]

"Well, it's not like your life is worth anything anyway," you assure her cheerfully, reaching forward to shove a few fingers into her pussy, enjoying the way she jumps, mewls, and immediately orgasms, her tight little teen hole gripping around your digits.\n\n"Oh god, thank you, thank you," she whimpers, pathetically happy. "H-how?"\n\nYou take a moment to consider that, idly opening the debug window to peruse your options, amused by the way she freezes perfectly still even with your fingers still inside her. Of course, the corpse your cock is still stuck in doesn't exactly move that much. Let's see... it looks like you could give yourself infinite stamina and thus never get tired, so while it could take a few days, you could literally [[fuck her to death|FF7X]]. There's an option for going to some sort of debug room and calling up [[summon monsters|FF7X]] and having them "attack" a designated target, so while you wouldn't be directly involved it could be a very interesting show. There's the menu for [[surefire status effects|FF7X56x1]], that obviously has several possibilities, as does some sort of menu for [[transformations|FF7X]].

"Are you kidding?! I can't fight terrorists!" you blurt, putting a hand to your chest. "I'm only sixteen! You guys are crazy if you think I can... disarm a chemical warhead or something, just because I'm good at games! Look, sorry, but find someone else, I'm going home!"\n\n"Oh, Cyan, honey," your mother says with a sigh. "Don't be ridiculous. Once you got this far, you were never going home."\n\n"W-wha-" You start to take a step back, only to have a pair of guards you hadn't even noticed moving into position grab you by the arms and lift you off your feet. "HEY!" you protest, kicking as they start to carry you towards one of the hallways.\n\n"Room 101 is already prepared," the Handler says blandly as your mother and Fuchsia fall into step behind the guards carrying you. "Let's hope she doesn't take too long, Agent Brown is bringing her girlfriend by tomorrow and I doubt that one's going to be any more willing."\n\n"This is crazy!" you shriek, twisting and jerking to try and get free, but the guards' grip is more like that of a robot than anything human. "You can't make me a spy against my will!"\n\n"It's just a little mental conditioning, dear, you'll be fine," your mother says soothingly. "Fuchsia, you've already gotten the things together for her father?"\n\n"Yeah, sure, once you've run the subliminals for a few nights, he'll forget she ever existed, and even seeing her stuff will just make him blank and dismiss it," the brightly-haired girl says.\n\n"WHAT?!" you yelp.\n\n"Well you'll be a useable agent after this, honey, but I'm afraid you won't have much of a personality or any sense of free will once we're done," your mother replies gently, reaching out to pat your back as the guards turn and carry you through an archway into a circular, glaringly white room, its only feature something like a high-end dentist's chair. You continue to twist and jerk, but it's shock more than anything as your mother comes around in front of you and begins calmly tugging off your shoes and socks, then undoing your jeans. "Don't worry, you'll be very happy to serve once it's all done," she coos as she hooks her latex-clad fingers into the waistband of your jeans and panties, pulling both down to bare your ass and pussy to the whole room, and working them down your kicking legs. "And eventually, after many years of service, you'll probably develop an outward personality again. Then you can be placed with a genetically chosen mate, and have a superior potential daughter to serve the agency one day, just like me!"\n\nThat last bit stuns you long enough for the guards to half-throw, half-shove you into the chair, pressing your wrists and ankles against it, metal restraints snapping out and tightening around you to keep you from moving. "This is insane! Let me go!" you demand, thrashing against the chair, but barely able to move, your bare ass rubbing against the padding. You glare as the guards, your mother, and Fuchsia all walk out, the door sliding closed behind them and its seams disappearing, leaving you in a featureless and now somehow endless white void. It suddenly becomes hard to keep track of time, or where you are, and you start panting as you don't know whether you're sitting in place or moving.\n\nYou jerk in place a little as a pleasant female voice speaks up from all around you. "Hello. Welcome to Room 101. Your recommissioning as an agent of the Organization will begin now." You find your legs being force to spread as the lower half of the chair splits, a curved silver piece of metal pushing out of the front of the chair and sliding across your crotch and coming to a stop at the top of it. You cry out as a pair of smooth, apparently frictionless metal poles push into your pussy and your ass, spreading you open and going in deeper and deeper, making you feel even further locked in place even as you try to squirm. You can feel something pressing up against and around your clit as well, conforming to it, and jerk your head a little as a pair of poles slide to either side of it, almost touching your ears. "Your conditioning will begin in a moment. Please relax, and give up all illusions of resistance. The longer you hold onto your personal identity, the more unpleasant the process will be."\n\n"Fuck you!" you snap, shuddering at the little clicking feel of the poles in your lower holes settling fully into place.\n\n"Conditioning will begin now," the pleasant female voice says. Then it's suddenly replaced by a truly awful, truly agonizing voice... somehow harsh and grating and slimy and oozey at the same time, everything about it sending a sense of instinctive revulsion through you. "<b>Thin̷k̶i҉ng ͢of̢ ͢what's̡ good fo̕r̕ yo͞urs̸el̴f̛</b>."\n\nYou scream as the poles inside you, the attachment against your clit, and the poles to either side of your head all crackle with electricity, sending a surge of intense pain through your body, making you twitch and shudder violently as your fingers grip the edges of the arms of the chair, your naked hips jerking and twisting as much as they can against the restraining arch of the thing covering your crotch. You whimper and sob softly as the agony ends, slumping against the chair, until a new voice comes. This one is as pleasant and soothing as the last one was awful, gentle and pitched just right to make you think everything's going to be okay. "<span style='color:#FF215C;'>T</span><span style='color:#FF2562;'>h</span><span style='color:#FF2968;'>i</span><span style='color:#FF2D6F;'>n</span><span style='color:#FF3175;'>k</span><span style='color:#FF357C;'>i</span><span style='color:#FF3982;'>n</span><span style='color:#FF3D88;'>g</span> <span style='color:#FF4595;'>o</span><span style='color:#FF499C;'>f</span> <span style='color:#FF51A8;'>w</span><span style='color:#FF55AF;'>h</span><span style='color:#FF59B5;'>a</span><span style='color:#FF5DBC;'>t</span><span style='color:#FF61C2;'>'</span><span style='color:#FF65C8;'>s</span> <span style='color:#FF6DD5;'>g</span><span style='color:#FF71DC;'>o</span><span style='color:#FF75E2;'>o</span><span style='color:#FF7AE8;'>d</span> <span style='color:#F67DEA;'>f</span><span style='color:#F27FEB;'>o</span><span style='color:#ED81EC;'>r</span> <span style='color:#E585EE;'>t</span><span style='color:#E187EF;'>h</span><span style='color:#DC89F0;'>e</span> <span style='color:#D48DF2;'>o</span><span style='color:#CF8FF3;'>r</span><span style='color:#CB90F4;'>g</span><span style='color:#C792F5;'>a</span><span style='color:#C394F6;'>n</span><span style='color:#BE96F7;'>i</span><span style='color:#BA98F8;'>z</span><span style='color:#B69AF9;'>a</span><span style='color:#B29CFA;'>t</span><span style='color:#AD9EFB;'>i</span><span style='color:#A9A0FC;'>o</span><span style='color:#A5A2FD;'>n</span><span style='color:#A0A3FE;'>.</span>"\n\nThis time the devices penetrating you and surrounding you all hum deeply, an almost pleasant, soothing noise, that's drowned out by your strangled moaning and gasping as you instantly cum and keep cumming. Your eyes roll up in your head and your teeth clench, drool running down the corner of your chin as you shudder in something that's a cross between one long orgasm and a number of overlapping ones. When it's done you're panting, your bangs plastered against your forehead with sweat, your shirt clinging to you and showing off your stiff nipples.\n\n"<b>Do͏̕i͜n̢͏g͘ ̴̨w҉̕ha̢̕t̵ ̵̧yo҉u̢̡ ͏͡w̨a͘͞n̢t͜.</b>"\n\nYou scream again, arching your back hard as pain surges through you again on the heels of that horror of a voice violating your ears, the pain seeming to run along every nerve between your head and your cunt and spark out at the meeting place between the two.\n\n"<span style='color:#FF215C;'>D</span><span style='color:#FF2968;'>o</span><span style='color:#FF3175;'>i</span><span style='color:#FF3982;'>n</span><span style='color:#FF418F;'>g</span> <span style='color:#FF51A8;'>w</span><span style='color:#FF59B5;'>h</span><span style='color:#FF61C2;'>a</span><span style='color:#FF69CF;'>t</span> <span style='color:#FF7AE8;'>y</span><span style='color:#F67DEA;'>o</span><span style='color:#ED81EC;'>u</span><span style='color:#E585EE;'>'</span><span style='color:#DC89F0;'>r</span><span style='color:#D48DF2;'>e</span> <span style='color:#C394F6;'>t</span><span style='color:#BA98F8;'>o</span><span style='color:#B29CFA;'>l</span><span style='color:#A9A0FC;'>d</span><span style='color:#A1A3FE;'>.</span>"\n\nYou moan in shamed pleasure as your tongue lolls out, your head flopping back against the chair and hips moving on their own, desperately trying to fuck against the buzzing, trembling metal shafts violating your pussy and ass.\n\n"<b>B͏̶ei͘͟n̵͡ǵ̴̴ ͝à̀n̸̸͠ ̢i̶̡̡n̡҉͢d̶̵͞i̡͡v̸̀i̢dua͟͟l̢.͡</b>"\n\nYour through feels raw with the scream this time, like it more tears out of you than is just a sound you make, the pain somehow only growing more intense, not dulled at all by the repeated shocks or the climaxes between. "No, no," you whimper, sobbing as you see clearly where the conditioning is going, but completely unable to do anything about your instinctive, involuntary reactions to the stimuli.\n\n"<span style='color:#FF215C;'>B</span><span style='color:#FF2664;'>e</span><span style='color:#FF2C6D;'>i</span><span style='color:#FF3176;'>n</span><span style='color:#FF377F;'>g</span> <span style='color:#FF4290;'>a</span> <span style='color:#FF4DA2;'>p</span><span style='color:#FF53AB;'>a</span><span style='color:#FF58B4;'>r</span><span style='color:#FF5EBC;'>t</span> <span style='color:#FF69CE;'>o</span><span style='color:#FF6ED7;'>f</span> <span style='color:#FF7AE9;'>t</span><span style='color:#F97CEA;'>h</span><span style='color:#F37FEB;'>e</span> <span style='color:#E784EE;'>o</span><span style='color:#E187EF;'>r</span><span style='color:#DB89F1;'>g</span><span style='color:#D58CF2;'>a</span><span style='color:#D08FF4;'>n</span><span style='color:#CA91F5;'>i</span><span style='color:#C494F6;'>z</span><span style='color:#BE96F8;'>a</span><span style='color:#B899F9;'>t</span><span style='color:#B29CFA;'>i</span><span style='color:#AC9EFC;'>o</span><span style='color:#A6A1FD;'>n</span><span style='color:#A1A4FF;'>.</span>"\n\n"HNNNNNNNNH!" Your eyes roll up hard again as an even stronger orgasm pushes through you, your pussy gushing around the pole penetrating it and dribbling down onto the padded seat of the chair. Trying to fight it does nothing, trying to convince yourself you don't want it does nothing, the climaxes are a purely physiological thing that tear through you, as involuntary as the pain, and battering your brain in connection with the concepts just as hard. "N-no, no, stop..."\n\n"<b>Ţ͠h̡͟͝i̷ǹ͠k̴͘͡in͘ģ͜ ͠ó͝f͡͏̛ ͟ỳou̴̴r̵̀͟s҉e̴͢l̷f̸́ ̸̶̷a͞s̀ ͞a̸ ̕͜͝pe̵͟͜r̶s̡̢ò̕n͘.͏̷</b>"\n\n"NNNGHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"\n\n"<span style='color:#FF215C;'>T</span><span style='color:#FF2461;'>h</span><span style='color:#FF2867;'>i</span><span style='color:#FF2B6C;'>n</span><span style='color:#FF2F72;'>k</span><span style='color:#FF3278;'>i</span><span style='color:#FF367D;'>n</span><span style='color:#FF3983;'>g</span> <span style='color:#FF418E;'>o</span><span style='color:#FF4494;'>f</span> <span style='color:#FF4B9F;'>y</span><span style='color:#FF4FA5;'>o</span><span style='color:#FF52AA;'>u</span><span style='color:#FF56B0;'>r</span><span style='color:#FF59B6;'>s</span><span style='color:#FF5DBB;'>e</span><span style='color:#FF61C1;'>l</span><span style='color:#FF64C7;'>f</span> <span style='color:#FF6BD2;'>a</span><span style='color:#FF6FD8;'>s</span> <span style='color:#FF76E3;'>a</span> <span style='color:#FB7BE9;'>t</span><span style='color:#F77DEA;'>o</span><span style='color:#F37FEB;'>o</span><span style='color:#EF80EC;'>l</span> <span style='color:#E884EE;'>o</span><span style='color:#E485EF;'>f</span> <span style='color:#DD89F0;'>t</span><span style='color:#D98AF1;'>h</span><span style='color:#D58CF2;'>e</span> <span style='color:#CE8FF4;'>O</span><span style='color:#CA91F5;'>r</span><span style='color:#C693F6;'>g</span><span style='color:#C294F7;'>a</span><span style='color:#BF96F7;'>n</span><span style='color:#BB98F8;'>i</span><span style='color:#B799F9;'>z</span><span style='color:#B39BFA;'>a</span><span style='color:#B09DFB;'>t</span><span style='color:#AC9EFC;'>i</span><span style='color:#A8A0FD;'>o</span><span style='color:#A4A2FE;'>n</span><span style='color:#A1A4FE;'>.</span>"\n\n"<i>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!</i>"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGSpy1bxEnd]]

White MESA consults her tablet as she faces the large, thronelike structure in the center of the ill-lit room. "In only a month, we've stockpiled over 3000 gallons of Serum 47-B. Projections say that we'll run out of storage space in another two months. Our current supply is more than any potential scenario calls for needing in research for the next century." She pauses briefly, before adding, "With the amount of serum we've had to do Science with, we have incidentally created an antiserum. We could normalize the subject and release him... with his mind appropriately wiped, of course."\n\nMetallic black fingertips click together thoughtfully in the darkness. And then glowing red eyes fix on the white-skinned woman. "Keep a thousand gallons in reserve. Have the rest of it dumped into the water table of..." A quiet whirring, as of a hard drive spinning up. "Valleyton, Colorado. We'll revisit the issue in a month."\n\nWhite MESA tilts her head slightly. "Just in case you weren't aware, ma'am, with that amount of Serum 47-B at its current potency and the current estimated volume of reservoirs in Valleyton, there will only be a roughly 75% dilution rate. Was that your intention?"\n\n"Are you questioning me?"\n\n"Obviously not, ma'am. But it is good Science to double-check the goals of a project."\n\n"Just have it done, White. Tonight, and without getting found out."\n\n"Of course, ma'am."\n\n<b>Mike at AppAssure</b> End - <i>Horse factory</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to Start.|CharGenMain]]

"Kill him!" you shout back. "Alina, kill him! Grab a sharp stick or something, jam it in his eye!"\n\n"But! But!" the terror and near-incomprehension on her face is painful to behold... but it's the pike biting down more firmly on your leg as it nears the water that makes you scream, and apparently decides it for her. She starts to flit towards shore, only for one of the animal men to toss something to her... an actual spear. She turns, hesitates, but the moment you cry out again, she goes darting forward like a bullet from a gun, leaving a long trail of blue glitter in her wake as she slams the spear home directly into the pike's eye. Her own half-feral battlecry is drowned out by the monster's roar of pain, both of you being thrown clear as it thrashes a few times, then slumps limply.\n\nShuddering, you push yourself up slowly, feeling like your entire body's battered. You glance down and wince at the sight of your partially shredded thigh, but luckily you don't seem to be bleeding too badly. You look up, spotting Alina standing near you, staring towards the still pike, the butt of the spear jutting from its eye pointing towards the sky. "Mmf, Alina, are you okay? Thanks, you really saved me, though. ... H-hey, Alina?" you venture as she fails to respond. Then your eyes widen with horror as she teeters, then crumples to the ground. "Alina! Hey!" You crawl towards her, then turn your head, shouting, "Hey! Someone help us! Help!"\n\n"It is possible she may never recover."\n\nYou stand dejectedly at the bedside, trying not to burst into tears at Queen Tania's solemn statement. Alina lays in a slender but comfortable-looking bed, stripped of her skimpy outfit and jewelry, looking like she's peacefully asleep, but far too solemn an expression is on her face even for sleep. "B-but... she's not even hurt, they said..." You trail off, wiping a hand across your face.\n\n"The fairies of the light are beings of joy and kindness, whose primary drive is to help other living creatures," the Queen explains, her words gentle as she lays a hand on your shoulder. "It means that for them, healing magic like that which restored your leg is quite simple, and their efforts to help others more easily yield fruit. They are not true pacifists... but killing goes against the very basis of what they are."\n\n"But... but she..."\n\n"Yes. To let the pike live would have been ignoring you, someone she cared for. For you, to save you, she went against her very nature and took the beast's life. I hope you understand, Eric, what a wonderful and meaningful gift Alina has given you, along with your life... though it may cost her her own." The queen lets that hang in the air for a few moments, before she continues. "There is hope."\n\n"I'll do it!" you blurt, before you can even think otherwise.\n\nQueen Tania smiles gently at you, her butterfly-like golden wings flitting once and sending little cascades of rainbow sparkles drifting briefly through the air. "Be not overly hasty... this is no quest, no epic adventure you must go on. But you may find it a hard choice all the same. You see, we have discovered a spell that will return you to being a human."\n\n"R-really?" You stare at her. "But... how does that-"\n\n"Let me clarify, for perhaps I misspoke. It is a spell to turn a fairy into a human... so you likely would not be quite as you were before. But yes, you could return to your proper size, and the world you once knew. And Alina could go with you." As your eyes widen, Tania nods. "Yes, it is as you are most likely thinking... the reason Alina cannot awaken is that the conflict of her innate fairy nature with her desire to help will not allow her. But humans are not so thoroughly chained to their nature, from what we have learned... and for them it is natural to take life in the defense of their loved ones. But that does not mean that Alina would naturally know how to live and function in that world. Her mind would in most ways still be much more like that of a fairy... you would need to be responsible for her and help her survive there."\n\nYou think that over, then glance towards Alina in the bed. "What if... what if I stayed...?"\n\n"If you wish to stay, you will be welcome here. A version of the spell we discovered can be used to stabilize your nature, making you no longer need to worry about the Fairy Warmth for the period we thought. And it is possible Alina may someday awaken... fairy natures place many strictures upon them, but they are also magical and adaptive creatures, she might eventually be able to resolve the contradiction that makes her sleep. But it may be a very long time, Eric. Fairies live until something kills them... with Alina safe here in my castle, nothing will happen to her until she is ready to wake up. Until then she will be frozen in time, unthinking and unaging... could you truly put yourself through that, knowing it could be years... decades... or far, far longer, before she awakens? It might be better to simply return to the human world on your own, and build a life for yourself there, and let Alina's own life here play out as it will."\n\n<hr>\n[[Return to the human world by yourself.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Return to the human world with Alina.|MiniEric5x3]]\n\n[[Stay.|MiniEric5ax1]]

"I mean... it's not like the human world is an awful place to be. I... I had a lot of problems there, but I don't think it's impossible to be happy there. And I promise I'll look after Alina, too."\n\n"I will do what I can to smooth your way. It will take the rest of the day to prepare the spells, and in that time I will study more of the materials we've found on the human world. In the morning, we will set off for a special place discussed in one of the scrolls."\n\nYou sleep restlessly that night, wondering how you're going to manage to take care of yourself and another person who doesn't even know how to be a human once you get back. Your stomach is sour, but your resolve is firm as the little group sets out the next day, a group of four of Tania's guards carrying a little stretcher-type bed with Alina on it. You fly for what seems to be about an hour before landing in a large clearing that shows no signs of other fairies or animal men.\n\n"Here, take this," Queen Tania says as she offers a brown cloth sack to you. "It is magic, so it should adjust its size along with you... I've put in a few things that, according to my studies, should be quite valuable in the human realm." Once you've accepted the bag, she leans forward and loops the thin chain of a sun-shaped golden pendant around your neck. "Alina has already been given one as well. This clearing is a pathway between our two worlds... when the sun is at its highest, not only will it change over to the human world, hopefully close to a place that you are familiar with, but the spell will be cast. Now, remember... the spell is meant to change a fairy into a human. You will likely become <i>like</i> your old self, but not entirely. Some fairy-ness will most likely linger."\n\n"I'll manage," you say with a nod. "Thanks for all of this, Queen Tania." \n\n"Of course. We will take our leave of the two of you, then," Tania says after a glance to confirm that Alina has been moved to a little bed made of green leaves. Without another word she and her guards flit up and into the sky. \n\nDeciding that you might as well be dressed, you step into your underwear and jeans and haul them up, keeping them held with your hands until you can sit down. Then it's just a matter of waiting, and hoping that everything goes as the queen said. The sun gradually grows higher and higher in the sky, and as it gets closer to being directly overhead, you can feel a tingling suffusing your body. You glance over your shoulder in time to see your wings dissolve into sparkles, just before your whole body begins gradually growing and expanding. Excitedly, you look over at Alina to see that she's getting bigger as well... in fact, her boobs seem to be growing just a little faster than the rest of her, you notice with a blush. Thankfully, though, the sight of it inspires another, more familiar feeling in your crotch than usual... you can feel stiffening! Your cock is back! Though there's also still a lingering feeling of other pressure and some wetness. You look down, trying to see if the bulge in your jeans is back... and your eyes widen. Much like Alina's, your boobs are growing a little more than the rest of you, rather than disappearing! They're pushing outward, getting larger, enough to fill out the chest of your shirt a bit. Your jeans grow tighter as your hips go from extremely girlishly slender to rounded, your ass filling out as well, besides the visible bulge in the crotch.\n\nYou groan a little as you realize that Tania was right... 'turning you into a human from a fairy' is not the same thing as 'turning you back into a human'! You look over at Alina, and see that while she has become a little curvier, she's still very slender (and still wholly female). Her pert A-cups are on the large side of B now and there's definitely more roundness to her hips, but other than that she hasn't changed much... her hair has become a less shocking shade of blue, lacking the glittering, color-shifting sheen it had before. (You check yours... still fire engine red, but similarly lacking in sparkliness.) Your heart soars a little as her eyes flutter and she sits up, rubbing at her head. "Mmf. What... happened?" She looks over at you and blinks. "Eric? How come you look different?"\n\nYou spend a little while explaining everything that happened, and though Alina looks vaguely horrified at being reminded that she killed the pike, she obviously doesn't collapse again. Eventually, you wrap up with, "So we'll have to live as humans from now on. Though, uh, maybe not entirely typical humans," you add with a glance down at yourself.\n\n"Oh! Well I can do that!" Alina chirps, leaping to her feet and putting her hands on her hips, grinning brightly, still as completely unashamed of her nudity as when she was a fairy. "I was great at being a fairy and I'm sure I'll be great at being a human! I'll sign up for the human Meadow Patrol right away!"\n\n"I don't think 'Meadow Patrol' is a thing we really do," you say wryly as you clamber to your own feet. You think the closest to that might be 'park ranger' but you're not sure if Alina's cut out for it, so choose not to bring it up yet.\n\n"Oh. Well I'll find something I'm good at!" she asserts, worried for less than a second. Then she blinks. "Hey Eric, what's that bag thing?"\n\n"Huh? Oh, yeah, Queen Tania gave me this," you note, glancing down at the bag you'd almost forgotten you were holding. Looks like it really did resize with you. "She said she'd filled it with things that she'd researched as useful in the human world."\n\n"Oooo, Queen Tania's a super smart fairy! I bet there's tons of super useful stuff!" Alina chirps happily.\n\nYou hesitate a little at that. That's right, Tania, for all her seeming reason and levelheadedness... is a fairy. What if she filled the bag with things that are likely to get you into trouble or cause mischief? Not, like, intentionally on her part, but who knows what a fairy thinks would be useful in a society she's only read about? It might be better to leave it here without messing with it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave the bag.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Keep it.|MiniEric5x4]]

You notice that a number of the fairies nearby definitely look uncomfortable and fidgety... it's not hard to guess that they're upset by the pike's suffering, even as they're clearly afraid of it. A supposition confirmed as you spot Alina flitting over, wings leaving faint trails of sparkling blue-purple glitter in the air. "Eric! Are you okay?!" she lands beside you, staring at the thrashing fish. "Oh! It's the Cruel Monster of Nia Pond! ... Poor thing," she adds, wings drooping.\n\nGiving another little sigh, you nod. "Yeah, I guess we ought to put him back. Maybe he'll have learned his lesson. Hey, c'mon guys!" you call to several of the nearby fairies. "Let's push him back to the water."\n\n"Hey, you shouldn't-" One of the animal guys starts to say, but the fairies have already responded to the idea that they can help and go scurrying to the pike's side.\n\nSince you'd feel bad not helping when it was your idea, you follow along. The pike has gone mostly still and quiet, its gills slowly moving as if it were just barely clinging to life. Taking a place near its head, you begin shoving along with the fairies, Alina to one side of you. Of course it's a bit like trying to move a whale, at your sizes, but between the number of you and fairies being a bit stronger relative to humans (apparently), the pike's turned some so that he's more towards the water. At your calls, you and the fairies begin pushing him forward, the tinkling noises of wings fluttering with the effort filling the air (your own doing the same thing, which is rather distracting). Bit by bit, the lot of you inch the massive fish back towards the lake.\n\nJust as you're hoping you get there in time, the creature suddenly gives a fresh spurt of motion, twisting and snapping its jaws closed on one of your legs. You give a shriek of terror as you're hauled off your feet by the pike's renewed thrashing, though this time it's more purposeful, and is carrying him rapidly back towards the water, his cruel chuckling sending vibrations through your bleeding thigh. "Help!" you howl desperately.\n\n"Eric!" Alina screams back, flitting up and towards you, grabbing your hands with both of hers. She looks like she wants to pull you free, but the pike's motions are just yanking her through the air. "Eric, what do I do?!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Don't let go!"|MiniEric]]\n\n[["Kill him!"|MiniEric5x2]]\n\n[["Cast the spell!"|MiniEric]]

"I'm not a witch at all," you answer, fighting back a sigh and trying for a polite smile. "And to answer any further questions, my name's Cyan, I'm from Deviville which is not particularly near Kansas, and I took shelter in that place from a tornado and then wound up here in Oz."\n\n"Ah, like Dorothy, then," the pink-clad woman says with a smile, letting the wand's glow fade and briefly touching it to her lower lip.\n\n"Uh... yeah," you answer with a nod. "I guess pretty much just like Dorothy. I... kind of didn't expect you to know about her, somehow," you admit.\n\n"I <i>am</i> Glinda, Good Witch of the South," she says with a laugh. (Dammit.) "Certainly I know Dorothy! People from the outside world do tend to wind up in Oz because of storms and things like that from time to time. And because time in Oz stretches forever, we tend to find things... well, they fall back into old patterns and repeat, as it were." She stretches out a hand and beckons to you, and after a moment you somewhat nervously step closer. Her hand comes to rest on your shoulder, and she gently starts guiding you along the small footpath, her dress switching. "Perhaps you've read some of the books by that Baum fellow? Yes, I thought you might have, since you've heard of our dear Princess Dorothy. So quite likely you'll find some things very similar to what you read along the way, if not exactly alike. Why, you've even started out your journey the same as she, by vanquishing the Wicked Witch of the East!" \n\nYou give a soft 'erk', glancing over your shoulder towards the ruined building. Sure enough, amidst some of the scattered bricks, you now see a pair of legs jutting out, the feet clad in a pair of shiny... silver boots? "How'd that happen? I mean... if Dorothy already beat her...?"\n\n"Wicked witches often come and go," Glinda says in a mildly serious tone, shaking her head. "And all beings tend to fall back into old habits. History repeats itself, but never quite the same way twice. But, well, what was a good idea the first time," she adds with a smile and a flick of her wand.\n\n"Erk, hey, wait!" you squeak, having a good idea what she's about to do. Sure enough, at a glance down, your own combat boots have been replaced by the gleaming silver ones, much more stylish and done with elaborate straps and clasps. "Oh fuck me."\n\n"Language," Baron and Glinda scold in unison.\n\n"Oh c'mon!" You scamper away from them both and turn towards them, scowling and resting your hands on your hips. "You've gone and stuck the witch's footwear on me! That means that either before or after the musical number, her pissed-off sister is gonna show up and-!"\n\nAs if on cue, an explosion of fire and sparks that would normally be reserved for a sentai team's entrance goes off between your little group and the crashed-down bomb shelter. As the smoke and flames clear it does indeed present a <i>very</i> pissed-off witch, her long black hair drifting in an unfelt breeze, a hand raised and with crackles of magical lightning spilling away from it like a motion blur.\n\n"Of course she looks like the librarian," you mutter to yourself, raising your hand to rub your face.\n\n"Glinda," the green-skinned woman hisses angrily. "What have you done to my sister?"\n\n"I've done nothing," Glinda answers a little overly cheerfully for someone discussing the dead family member of the person they're talking to. Well, Oz does kind of work on moral absolutism... Good Witches don't act sorry about the death of Wicked Witches. "It was this girl who vanquished her and ended her reign of terror over the poor Munchkins."\n\n'Thanks a ton for throwing me under the bus, Pinkie,' you think with a wince as the wicked witch narrows her eyes and turns her head towards you.\n\n"So, it was you," she growls, stepping forward menacingly, then hesitating when Glinda raises her wand slightly. Pressing her lips tightly together, she stays silent and still, as if testing whether her enemy might be about to make another move, before refocusing on you. "And you're even wearing her magical silver boots! Those are mine by inheritance! Give them to me!"\n\nYeah right, if this really is anything like the original story, you need these things to get home. On the other hand, are you really that eager to walk across a country with an angry witch dogging your every step?\n\n<hr>\n[[Shoo her.|GGOz]]\n\n[[Reason with her.|GGOz1x3]]

No, you're sure Tania put some useful stuff in there. She seemed to understand things pretty well every time you interacted with her, she's not a ditz like... ... well, she's not a ditz, you think, glancing a little guiltily at Alina, who just tilts her head at you as you untie the strings of the bag. "Let's take a look inside," you suggest, reaching in... and blinking as your hand just goes in. You try reaching in further, and stare as your arm disappears up to the elbow. "What the...?"\n\n"Ohhhh, that's a magic bag," Alina provides helpfully, nodding. "They can hold tons and tons of stuff, but if you don't know what you're looking for you have a hard time finding it without just dumping it out, which can make a big mess if it turns out there's a lot in there," she adds with a sheepish enough tone that you can be pretty sure she's been through that before.\n\n"Huh. Then how do I find anything without dumping it out...?"\n\n"Oh, just think of a <i>type</i> of thing if you don't know what specifically is in it! Like, 'I want something I can eat', or 'I want something pretty'!"\n\n"Oh, huh, okay. Alright, bag, let's hope you have something..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... valuable."|MiniEric]]\n\n[["... edible."|MiniEric]]\n\n[["... useful."|MiniEric]]\n\n[["... that we can defend ourselves with."|MiniEric]]

"Really now? The one we just left? Well I can certainly think of who you <i>might</i> mean," Nyx murmurs. "But of course I'd like you to say it. All the same."\n\n<hr>\n[["One of the Amis."|Cypher]]\n\n[["The Amis."|Cypher]]\n\n[["... Cypher Ceed."|Cypher]]

'Cock's going soft, can't have that,' you think through a haze of pleasure, actually giggling a little as you grab for the bag and toss another pill into your mouth, quickly chewing and swallowing it. The effect is much faster this time, and you gasp loudly at the much more intense pleasure as your cock surges back to life, not just growing hard again but getting longer and thicker by the moment as you jerk your hips and grab it with both hands, feeling it swell and lengthen with every stroke.\n\nSoon you're pumping well over a foot of thick, throbbing dick with both hands, fucking your hips up into your hands as your tongue juts out and drool runs down your chin, feverishly working to get yourself off. But it's not enough, it's not enough, you want to fuck something, you <i>need</i> to cram your fat cock inside someone, you need-\n\n"Cyan! I'll be leaving soon, anything you need?"\n\nYessss. You shudder, your cock letting loose a fresh trickle of pre as you imagine your mother's big fat tits and her full round ass. You're going to go downstairs and fuck your own mother until her eyes roll up in her head, you're absolutely going to, you can't <i>not</i> do it!\n\n<hr>\n[[Pound her pussy.|GGCandy2x4]]\n\n[[Force-feed her a few candies.|GGCandy4x1]]

You take the Reconditioning Rifle from its slender robot arms, which quickly retract into the wall along with the other weapons. A quick check of it shows that everything seems to be in order, along with the extremely simple 'ammo remaining' loadout: 1. Which means no second chances, you need to get Tifa with the first shot. With this weapon, if you miss you'll have to stay in the sim for five minutes, after which the mission will be considered an automatic fail and you'll be recalled back to the Mission Room... assuming some other hazard doesn't get hold of you by then, like an angry martial artist.\n\nYou head through the portal door, appearing in the dingy Sector Seven slums. Hoo, you and the adaptive programming magic really did a number on this place... it even smells damp and run-down. Peeking out of the alleyway you've materialized in, you can see that you're down the street from Seventh Heaven. It seems to still have about an hour of business left, at the least, to judge by the people still going in. Now, what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait.|CapTifa-RR]]\n\n[[Go for a climb.|CapTifa-RR1x1]]

Though your body has been well-conditioned by now to respond to such words, your nipples stiffening up and your pussy heating, both are overwhelmed by annoyance at her audacity. "Why the fuck would I do that? You seriously think you can just call me up and tell me to come over so you can rape me?"\n\n"Oh, are we pretending you don't like it? That you don't cum over and over again every time I stuff this big, throbbing prick in any one of your holes?" Leslie's voice has dropped to a seductive purr that sends a shiver down your spine. From the way she talks you can just imagine her sprawled in bed, stroking that fat tan shaft slowly as she imagines you speared on it. "Actually I'm pretty sure you even cum now from me titfucking you."\n\n"That's your demon magic bullshit," you grumble, since you can't actually deny the truth of the statements. ... Any of them.\n\n"Mm, true enough, doesn't change the facts. Still!" She heaves a theatrical sigh. "I'm getting all pent up over here. I guess if you don't come over so I can rape you, I'll just have to rape Leslie's mom instead."\n\nYour eyes widen. "What? No, that's... Leslie would never-"\n\n"Well again, how do you know? If Leslie had a cock and all this strength, maybe she would have been raping every hot piece of ass to cross her path. And her mom is veeery nice, forty years old and she still has a body like a professional swimmer. And hey, if I started raping her, it'd be even more convenient! I might even leave you alone. Well, anyway, it takes you fifteen minutes to get over here, I guess I'll give you... twenty... to turn up, then I'll go down the hall and rip dear ol' Mom's clothes off and give her pussy a pounding. Later!"\n\nYou bring the phone away from your head, staring at the 'End call' screen until it blips back to your phone background.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Don't go.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Fret for awhile, then go.|GGHH]]

You stare at the bottle for long moments, then slowly set it down. Walking over to the sink, you open the cabinet, take down a glass, and fill it from the sink before walking back over to unscrew the pill bottle.\n\n"Probably for the best, you were never that great at being a guy anyway," Will comments philosophically as you down the very pink-tasting pill.\n\nThat stings what remains of your male pride after last night, but you feel like you can't really argue with it since it's something you've felt for a long time anyway. Silently taking the bag and heading back towards your room, you go to shower... and to put on your panties.\n\nWill spends the rest of the day calling you 'little sister' and even buys you some stockings and lip gloss while you're out getting dinner. You mutter a little over it but what are you going to do... protest? The moment you took that pill, you basically agreed to cast your masculinity aside. Besides, even if you wanted to argue, the feeling of the soft satin against your balls and shaft whenever you move slightly would kind of take the wind out of it.\n\nThat night Will takes you home, and you're left doing your best to act normal around your parents, even with said satiny feeling under your clothes. Over the next few days, you dutifully take your pills and wear your panties as ordered, gradually realizing you're going to have to do some clandestine laundry at some point to make sure you can keep wearing the 'pretty' panties you were ordered... you're not entirely sure if you could bring yourself to buy them yet, or what Aki would consider properly 'pretty'. You're too busy feeling paranoid that someone at school is going to realize you're wearing them, anyway, your nervousness seemingly randomly making you hyperaware of the lace or cotton or satin against your cock and along (or between) your buttocks.\n\nThe changes that begin to come over you are both subtle and quick... you're not exactly an expert on the subject, but the stuff in those pills can't be any normal sort of hormone treatment. One of the first things you notice is that your skin has softened and gotten a lot smoother... not like you had a lot of body hair in the first place, but what you did have pretty much vanishes without a trace. Your hair does seem to be getting longer and a bit thicker at a noticeable rate too. And within the first few days, you notice that... well... you never get hard anymore. Even early in the mornings when you wake up, or when you lay in bed fantasizing about getting fucked in the ass... at the latter, you can feel excitement rushing through you, arousal, even your asshole squeezing in eagerness, but your cock just doesn't get hard, staying soft and flopped against your crotch all the time.\n\nIn fact, after the first few weeks, you're fairly certain it's shrinking. You never thought you were particularly large, but it definitely does look to be getting smaller, your balls as well. Add that to the other physical changes that occur over the weeks... your arms and legs taking on a slightly different shape, your waist growing a bit more slender, your hips taking on a bit of extra curve and your butt perking up. You stand in front of the mirror one morning, wearing nothing but lacy white panties and examining your smooth chest. You wouldn't say you have 'tits'... though Emi would, you're sure... but there is a faint extra perkiness to your chest, and your nipples have turned pink and puffy. Luckily you're able to hide your physical changes with your clothes for the most part... you'd be more worried about gym class, but the day school started back Coach Charger informed you were excused, then smirked and winked at you. Looks like Aki really does get what he wants, somehow.\n\n"My my, your hair really has gotten long, hasn't it?" your mother notes one day as you're walking past, waiting until you pause to reach out and pluck at your now slightly wavy, past-the-shoulders hair. "We really should get you a haircut today."\n\n"Um." You squirm a little. "... Will said he'd take me to his barber this summer, I wanna wait. And... and donate it, you know?"\n\n"Oh, that's very sweet then, dear." Your mother beams, then mms as she drops the bit of your hair and cups her chin. "Your voice sounds a bit strange. ... Has your underwear gotten tight?"\n\n"... ah..." You'd noticed that your voice had gotten a bit higher and more, well, feminine, and try not to blush as her comment makes her very aware of the silky purple g-string you're wearing. Clearing your throat, you try to sound a bit deeper, but not ridiculously so, as you reply. "No, they're... they're fine."\n\n"Well I haven't seen very many of them in the laundry lately, so I kind of wondered," she asks, looking vaguely suspicious before shrugging and walking off. \n\n'Yeah well whatever you suspect it's almost certainly not what's actually going on,' you can't help but think wryly.\n\nStill, after that you take to tying your hair back in a ponytail... though it still winds up as a very girly-looking ponytail, and you find you don't have enough gumption to try and change that. It's hard to deny that as the end of school approaches, when you look in the mirror you're less and less seeing a not super manly boy and more and more seeing a girl wearing boys' clothes. The fact that you can't even get off now without fingering your 'pussy' and spend whatever parts of the school day aren't wrapped in nervousness admiring all the guys in your classes just seems to drive that home.\n\n"Hey, Jamie." You stop in the hallway as your friend Kevin approaches, and you fight the urge to blush. It still amazes you that the two of you became friends somehow... he's taller, outgoing, and wow is he dream-, er, good-looking. He's more the sort of guy you'd expect to be friends with Will, really, but he's been decent to you (some mischief aside). He stops in front of you, hesitating a bit, before asking, "I was gonna say... is something up with you?"\n\n"Um." You squirm a little, hugging your book for next class to your chest. "What do you mean...?"\n\n"I dunno, lately you just seem... different. Like, I dunno, you seem really..." He rubs the back of his head. "... cute?" Then he blushes and clears her throat. "I mean, I dunno how else to explain it, just something has changed about you and I... keep finding myself thinking 'Wow she's cute' every time I see you, like it was a <i>girl</i> I didn't know. So like... what's up with that?"\n\n'Oh my God he called me cute I should suck his dick.' At the thought your face goes red and you duck your head. That's been happening a lot lately too... random, utterly stereotypical "girly" thoughts just popping into your head. At various times you've gotten the urge to clean the house, bake cookies, go shopping, and gotten positively covetous at jewelry commercials.\n\n... Yeah but the desire to suck Kevin's dick is legit. You peek up at him through your eyelashes, noticing that he's almost staring at you now, his own cheeks still pink. Maybe it'd be okay, Aki'd totally understand, right...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Suggest going to his place after school.|QOBro3x5]]\n\n[[Make an excuse and leave.|QOBro]]

Trying desperately to force your brain to work through the shuddery little aftershock orgasms, you managed to murmur, "N-... no, she... no."\n\nLeslie sighs a bit at that, standing up and tucking her cock away, the front of her shorts quickly becoming as flat as ever. "Well, that's a shame, but I guess I'll believe you on that one. C'mon, then, Cyan, let's go!"\n\nAfter another few moments you manage to push yourself up, hauling up your jeans and panties, managing to get them back into place... and feeling your panties almost instantly plaster themselves to your pussy with the mixture of girlcum and... whatever Leslie pumped into you. You get your legs steady under you, then follow her back upstairs, still feeling a little disconnected from reality.\n\n"Hey, you girls finally got ba-" Jack starts, then blinks. "Hey, are you two okay?"\n\n"Huh?" you almost squeak, terrified for a moment that he'll somehow notice that the person next to you isn't actually a person per se.\n\n"You look all flushed and mussed up, Cyan," Kev says with a concerned frown. "Leslie, are your clothes torn?"\n\n"We were coming back upstairs from the basement and I fell down some of 'em like a klutz," Leslie says in a perfect sheepish tone, shrugging. "Cyan just freaked a little rushing over to me is all. We're fine though."\n\n"Huh, long as you're okay." Jack proffers a beer from the cooler, which Leslie accepts with a little happy sound, flopping down with the boys as she cracks it open.\n\n"Well, c'mon," she urges lightly, though she flashes you just a bit of a smirk before she takes a sip of the beer.\n\n"..." After a moment you settle down on the floor with the others, trying to listen to the boys' account of their wanderings around the house. Eventually the conversation becomes so normal, with Leslie chatting the same as she ever did... of course, every time you're tempted to forget, some slight shift will let you feel your sticky, cum-smeared panties rubbing against you and break the illusion.\n\nSeveral hours later the four of you depart, Jack and Kev carrying the cooler. A few blocks from home they depart on their own way, leaving you with Leslie, who walks along humming cheerfully. A few streets later, she abruptly tugs you over off of the sidewalk and into a not particularly dark pool of shadows, pushing you down into a squat and once again fishing out her cock, this time urging it between your lips, and taking little time in pushing it down your throat. You fight not to be too loud about gagging and quagging around her prick as she rapes your mouth... and before you realize it you have one hand stuck between your legs, rubbing at your sodden pussy through your jeans. Before she finally pulls out and spills all over your lower face and shirt, grinning and bidding you a cheerful goodnight before heading off home.\n\nAnd so the next few weeks of summer vacation go. You try to go about your normal life and not think about Leslie and what happened too much... except that, of course, you keep bumping into her. Not unusual, since she seems to be keeping to the promise of acting like the real thing, so you wind up in the same places at the same time a lot, especially if it's meeting up with friends. And it always winds up the same, with her tugging you off somewhere at some point, and resulting in scenes like you bent over a toilet while Leslie rapes your ass with her fat prick and you cum your brains out from it.\n\nIt's around the middle of summer when you hear your phone ring, and wince at the ringtone. Picking it up and sourly confirming the contact name on the screen, you finally hit 'Accept' and bring the phone to your ear. "What now?" you ask in an annoyed tone.\n\n"Geez, maybe I should have made you promise to act like Cyan, if that's how you're going to act when a friend calls," Leslie answers in a faux-offended tone.\n\n"I think we both know you're not actually my friend, so what do you want?"\n\n"Mm, well, I guess not. Really you're my rapetoy after all," Leslie's voice answers with a snicker. "Speaking of which, I haven't seen you in almost four days. Come over so I can fuck your ass and then make you blow me for an hour or two."\n\n<hr>\n[[... Fine.|GGHH]]\n\n[[No.|GGHH10x5]]

"Uh, well, I'm not sure if this counts, but I guess a little while ago I sort of started changing my behavior without really realizing it," you say after a moment.\n\n"Changes in habit and behaviors can be tied to our bodies telling us something is off, yes." Dr. Davis settles back into her chair at the desk. "What was the change?"\n\n"I dunno, I guess I suddenly got obsessed with... numbers? Math? Relating to money anyway," you admit. "I even changed my major to accounting and economics. I never really had an interest in it before, I just sort of... started latching on to it one day."\n\n"... Hm. That's definitely a new one on me for sure." She frowns thoughtfully, then turns to her computer and starts typing. "Still, I suppose a focus on mathematics could be an indication of alteration to the brain? Hormone imbalance? I suppose theoretically that could explain the skin condition too. I'll input your symptoms in my medical database and see what comes up."\n\nYou sit waiting for several minutes, until Dr. Davis gives a small 'huh'. "This has identified that your condition requires a specialist, but that it's automatically notified one. They'll be here in about an hour, so we should know more then. Still, there's nothing about it being contagious or immediately life-threatening." She pauses, then adds in a more deliberately comfortable tone, "I'm sure everything will be fine." She reaches over to rub your knee, giving you a somewhat practiced smile.\n\n<hr>\n[[O... kay.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[You have a baaaad feeling about this.|GwynLiam6x2]]

"Look, if we can really go back to Earth, let's do it," you say, the other you stopping after 'Look' to let you speak. "We can figure out where to go with our lives from there."\n\n"Okay, that's fair enough. I'll show you two to the teleporter room, and then give me like half an hour to prepare the devices."\n\nSoon you and the other you are sitting on a bench in a room full of glowing circles set on slightly raised daises on the floor. Every so often you glance over at, well, yourself, to find that she's glancing back at you. Finally you say, obviously beating her by about a second, "Okay, look, we need to do <i>something</i> to set ourselves apart a little, starting now. So I'm gonna sit here with the battle theme from Final Fantasy VII in my head, and you sit there with the theme from World of Warcraft in your head. Okay?"\n\nShe opens her mouth, closes it, then nods. "Fair enough." The two of you glance opposite directions, both obviously trying not to hum for fear that it will sync up.\n\nFinally Celest walks back in, holding a pair of what look like smartwatches. "Here, I disguised them and even made it so they'll hook up to your phone like Earth tech. These will never go obsolete though. They should be pretty comfy, so try to avoid taking them off for as long as possible, to give everyone you know a chance to be affected," she advises as you both strap the watches on. "Oh, and I did a bit of hacking to put some currency in your bank account, so that you're not stuck with one of everything you need two of now. I hope that makes up for all this."\n\n"Thanks, Celest," you answer in slightly-off-unison, before the two of you step up onto the glowing platform she indicates.\n\n"Well, I'll drop back by eventually, just to see how everything's going, but for now I'm gonna go to bed for a long time and berate myself for this mess," the alien says with a sigh before working the physical sliders on the panel.\n\nYou feel yourself going to pieces, and materializing back in your room, rather than the back yard. Guess you'll have to go out and pick up the telescope... or, one of you will, you think as you look over at the other you, who surprises you by saying, "Okay, there's something we should get out of the way first thing."\n\nYour suggestion of different songs must have produced at least a little difference, because you're not sure what she means, and say as much. Then you realize maybe it's that she woke up first.\n\n"We should decide which of us is the original Cyan and which of us is the copy. And I think that then the original should be the one to call the shots," she continues, resting her hands on her hips. "Since they were here first, they get to keep the name 'Cyan', and they should decide how to spend the money Celest gave us and everything. That's just natural, right?"\n\nYou had sort of begun to realize that at least one of you was going to have to pick a new name, but not that you'd have to pick who was the original. Celest thought it was a bad idea... but is it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Might be a good idea.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[Definitely a bad idea.|GGAlien2x6]]

You're dragged all the way to the bottom of the tentacle, stretched so wide that you're no longer anything like human. You're pressed to the base of it, your skin melding in against the mass of the beast that raped you. Then slowly the tentacle retracts into the main body, leaving you drifting, short, and pale on its surface, feeling content to be part of the master now.\n\nOver time your hollowish cone of a body begins to fill in, even as your soft, pale skin darkens and takes on a new texture. You grow bit by bit, day by day, until you're a thick, fat protrusion from the main body. You stretch out, growing more quickly now, until you're easily hundreds of feet long, writhing through the dark water, the sensitive receptors of your skin on the lookout for things that can be food.\n\nOnly the vaguest vestiges of your consciousness remain in the tentacle you've become. You feel pleasure when you penetrate warm meat and gather nutrition for the master, and when you help to convert the meat into one of your siblings. This is sadly rare, the caretaker does not often let you get at anyone, but it cannot help when someone is foolish enough to wander in unattended. Maybe one day you'll be the central tentacle of a conversion, like one of your siblings was for you!\n\n<b>Worldland Mascot</b> end - <i>Day of the tentacle</i>\n

The half-elf's head snaps to the side... not too hard, but not exactly gently either... before whipping back around to face you, green eyes flashing and lips parting in a snarl of rage. "Fool! To strike a wild man is to court your own dea-" She cuts off, those green eyes going from narrowed to wide in an instant.\n\n"Oh no, finish it, go on," you encourage in a flat tone, and with much less bass than you've been using until now.\n\n"Gah!" Kovam leaps to her feet and scrambles back a bit, grabbing the sides of her head. "Koliel's spell brought us back in the wrong bodies!"\n\n"No, she just thought the pieces of us were the wrong people," you groan, rubbing your own face before rising to your feet as well. "Her spell requires her to pick the gender. When we were confused after she brought us back..."\n\n"I thought I was you, and you thought you were me," Kovam grunts, letting out a huff as she rests her hands on her hips... then glances down as if now aware of the difference in hips when she does that.\n\n"Seems so. 'Helpless', huh?" You scowl down at the half-elf Kovam, folding your brawny arms over your equally brawny bare chest.\n\nKovam opens her mouth... then closes it. She actually has the grace to look embarrassed... you wonder if it's the pretty face that makes it clear, or if Kovam's expression would actually look the same back in his old body. "I... ask your pardon. An uncharitable thought to have about a comrade, for certain, all the more to voice it in such a way."\n\n"... Yeah, well, I probably wasn't doing the name of Kovam the Wild Man any favors either, at the end of the day," you allow with a sigh, raising a hand up to rub the back of your head. "Maybe we should just agree to let it go. ... And never speak of it to anyone."\n\n"Hnh, a worthy proposal, I think," Kovam grunts, nodding firmly. She blinks and glances down at the slight jiggle from her chest even at that motion. "By the gods how do you not get distracted constantly?"\n\n"Don't look at me, mine weren't quite that energetic, maybe it's because you're half elf or something."\n\nIn the morning Koliel returns, several rolled-up black hides dragged on a small improvised sled behind her. At seeing Kovam chipping a stone into an axehead and you practicing punches, she looks back and forth a few times before clearing her throat and saying "Cyan?" in a direction that's not quite addressing anybody.\n\n"Yeah," you reply, rolling your shoulders.\n\n"Oh. Oh I see. Clearly I made a mistake." Koliel's voice is both relieved and a little flat, and she turns away to attend to what she brought back quickly enough that both you and Kovam are left eyeing her a little suspiciously. "In any event, I think considering these difficulties, we probably ought to wait to have Hurgen and Jor resurrected back at the city, by a priest. That means we should try to get back faster, so I'll see about tracking down some horses."\n\nBy the time Koliel finds some... in fact, she finds three of the horses you left the city with in the first place, their equipment having made them easier to track... Kovam has finished fashioning her makeshift weapon. The three of you set off, having apparently decided by mutual silent consent to not discuss the whole 'mistaken identity' issue any further. Though as the day goes on, apparently Kovam decides to bring up a related matter, guiding Jor's light horse up next to the one that used to be the wild man's that you're now riding, Koliel having pointed out that the difference in the animals' sizes would make for awkward riding otherwise.\n\n"I still think it a bit odd that you did not ravish me," Kovam starts, actually sounding amused.\n\n"What, you disappointed?" you grunt back teasingly.\n\n"Indeed." At your blink and stare, Kovam shrugs, her already jiggling breasts from the horse's stride giving a slightly larger bounce from the motion. "I drove many a woman to great heights of ecstasy with my wild man's loving, surely you did not think that watching so many of them writhe in pleasure would not make me curious? In truth, I have occasionally considered seeking out some man who might drive me to something similar with his cock, though I be a man myself." She lets out a sigh. "But obviously, if wild man Kovam drove civilized women to such lengths, then I would need a man far wilder than I to reach a similar effect, and could any such a man exist?"\n\n"... Yuh-huuuuuh," you acknowledge slowly, trying not to roll your eyes.\n\n"But it occurs to me that, though you are not wilder than I, you are quite the brawny specimen of a male yourself," Kovam notes, green eyes roaming up and down your mostly bare body on horseback. "And I am now quite the comely lass. So perhaps tonight, we could put these bodies to the test."\n\n"Uh, wait wait wait, hold on..." You turn your head now to stare at her. "Are you... are you actually suggesting that we fuck? Like you wanted to last night?"\n\n"Oh gods no, no no no," Kovam replies, pretty face twisting in an annoyed expression. Then she adds, "Last night we thought we were bad mockeries of each other. If we fucked tonight we'd be in command of our faculties, I imagine the sex would be much better."\n\nSo apparently she really is serious and wants to have sex. How to deal with that?\n\n<hr>\n[[By agreeing, obviously!|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Clearly you should refuse.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Play it off with a joke.|GGMonk]]

Maybe you oughtta slow your roll, anyway... you don't know if these things are even any good. You open the bag up and fish one out, popping it in your mouth and chewing... then making a face. You're not entirely sure whether it's good or not. Yeah it's got a lot of that "blue" flavor from candy you like and it's overall pretty good, but there's also something kinda... medicine-y about it, as if it were an actual pill or something. You're really not sure whether it's worth sharing or not, or maybe just eating bit by bit by yourself over-\n\nActually you're starting to feel sort of weird. Hot, and tingly, and like your heart is beating faster. Panting softly, you sit back and lean on your hands, squirming as you feel a strange pressure building in your crotch. Groaning lowly you jerk your hips, looking down at yourself and then staring in shock as the front of your jeans begins to bulge out, gradually showing a noticeable bulge in your crotch. But within seconds you're more concerned by how tight and restrictive it feels, hissing as you hurriedly unbutton and unzip, yanking the front of your jeans open. Your eyes widen at the sight of your panties stretched over the very obvious outline of a rather large cock, balls bulging it out and thick shaft draped over them... until it starts to harden, pushing out the front of those panties and making the thong dig deeper into your asscrack.\n\nGroaning again, you quickly hook a thumb into the front of your panties and work them down, letting the shaft spring free and wobble a bit before it starts to stand upright as it stiffens. You watch in amazement as it just gets longer and harder by the moment, soon a good nine inches or more long, a drop of pearly pre appearing at the tip and then slipping down the shaft. What the hell?! But you're soon distracted by the stiff, aching need you feel coming from it, and almost before you know it you've wrapped a hand around the thick pole and started to pump it, gasping at the shock of pleasure it sends through you. Jerking your hips up towards your own hand some, you quickly settle back down and start stroking faster, panting and gasping as your hand slides along the soft, smooth, girlish skin of your very stiff prick.\n\nSoon you're biting back a yelp as shudders of intense pleasure wrack your body, your cock shooting long streamers of cum all over your thighs, milky white smearing over the black denim as you twitch and whimper. But rather than releasing any of the pressure, it's like it just stokes it higher. You quickly wriggle out of your cum-stained jeans and flop onto your back, panties still cupping your heavy sack as you resume quickly pumping your jizz-smeared cock, yanking your shirt up with the other hand and starting to knead one of your tits as you jerk off. Whimpering and moaning full-throated now, you work your tits and pinch your nipples as you piston a hand along your newly-grown and rock-hard cock, hips occasionally jerking upwards, ass flexing as you feel twinges of pleasure shoot through you.\n\nIt takes longer this time but it's still soon enough that your prick shudders in your hands and begins firing long ropes of cum, if anything higher and further than before, splattering in globes and long streamers across your belly, your tits, a few of them even landing on your face. A thick glob of it smacks right against your upper lip and trickles into your open mouth, leaving you to swallow and feel your own salty seed smeared all over your tongue. Panting and gasping, you finally let your hands fall away, your cock beginning to go at least half limp and flumping against your flat belly, smearing some of the jizz around.\n\n<hr>\n[[Calm down and think.|GGCandy5x1]]\n\n[[Take another candy pill.|GGCandy2x3]]

"I... yeah," you huff out after a moment, nodding. It's honestly a bit of a relief to finally admit it to someone, even if you're simultaneously worried she's just luring you in to trap you. "That's why," you add quietly.\n\nShe smiles, reaching out to rub your shoulder. "There there, sweetheart, don't feel bad. Here, why don't we go in my office? I promise it's not to call your parents or anything like that," she adds with a little laugh, turning you down a different hallway. You'd expect something small and cluttered, but the office turns out to be rather nice, more like a minor executive's than a shelter worker's. You guess that comes with this place being kind of upscale. The woman gestures to the overstuffed-looking couch nearby (which you notice seems to have been chosen to be both stain resistant and not show possible bodily fluids), sashaying over to the minifridge and bending over, heavy t-shirt covered tits hanging down and her large, round denim-hugged butt wiggling at you a bit as she looks around. Coming back over, she proffers a Mountain Dew, which you almost want to protest for being stereotypical but can't really since you love the stuff. Settling down on the other end of the couch, she pops her Dr. Pepper and takes a sip before speaking again.\n\n"Well! First of all, my name's Amarie. Doctor Amarie Saddler, if you want the full thing, though just Amarie is fine. Before we get into things too much, I must know... if you don't own a dog, just how did you discover your interest in this? Being so bold and the look in your eyes, I don't think you've just been browsing internet porn."\n\nYou blush a little, fiddling with the can in your hands for a few moments before mustering up the courage to tell your story. You tell her everything, about being set upon by the Husky in the park, and how after you'd been raped by him you couldn't help but ask for more, and wound up being pounded by what must have been every unleashed male dog in the dog park. As you tell your story you can see Amarie's nipples stiffen beneath her shirt and her lips part slightly, those big tits rising and falling somewhat visibly as she apparently breathes faster. By the time you've finished you notice one of her hands running up and down one of her inner thighs, as if she were just barely suppressing the urge to rub herself through her jeans.\n\n"My my," she murmurs rather breathlessly once you've finished. "I've heard about a lot of first times, but never one quite so... intense. I'd be inclined to give you one of my dogs just in thanks for hearing that story from your own pretty young lips." Her tongue flicks along her own pink lips briefly, before she clears her throat. "Instead, however, I think I have a better proposition than you just taking home a dog."\n\n"Better?" you ask curiously, blinking.\n\n"Indeed. Even free, a dog is going to eat up a lot of your time and attention... plus in your case, there's always the chance of your parents discovering you. Once you start back to school, your poor pup would be home alone most of the day, and your chances to actually have him mount you would become increasingly slim."\n\nYou nod slowly, sighing. "Yeah, I admit I'd worried about some of the same things. I mean I figured I could steal some weekends home alone while they go out, or maybe even in my room late at night sometimes..."\n\n"But both still have their risks and are not nearly as satisfying as just letting yourself go, and getting properly puppy-pounded, yes?" Amarie's lips curl up in another one of those knowing grins, making you blush again. "Let me offer my alternative. I'm currently a bit short-staffed here at the shelter... I've recently had to move all but a few of my workers over to one of my other facilities to meet demands there. I could use someone to help clean up, run errands, play with the dogs..." Her lips curl up in a grin. "And of course, <i>play</i> with the dogs. I assure you that you wouldn't go wanting for dog cock. But rather than paying for the privilege, you could be paid for it... and a rather smart hourly sum as well. Full time for the summer, a few hours each day after school and on the weekends once you're back in. You're sixteen...?"\n\n"Seventeen in a few months," you allow, the thought already turning over in your head.\n\n"Hm, then at first we'll need a permission form from your parents for you to work here, but I doubt you'll have much problem with that, especially if you tell them you've decided to seek gainful employment instead of bringing home a large expensive furball," Amarie answers with another little chuckle. "Although, there is one thing I'd like you to do as an interview."\n\n"What's that?"\n\nSmiling, she slowly unbuttons her jeans, lifting her ass off of the couch as she wiggles them down over her hips. You stare as she works them down her legs, nudging them and her sneakers off to tumble to the floor, then brings one leg up to rest her sole on the couch cushion between the two of you. She runs two fingers up and down along her furry, dark blonde pussy, then uses them to spread herself and show off her glistening pink. "You've gotten me all riled up with that story of yours, dear. So just consider this a casting couch. Don't like girls?" she asks at the blatant uncertainty on your face. "Well, it wouldn't be a job without having to do at least one thing you don't necessarily want to, darling. But the perfect job requires nothing more than you getting on your knees and working your tongue around in my cunt."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GGDog10x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGDog]]

You're not entirely certain where you'd begin talking to Elaine... you've never gotten the sense that she dislikes you, necessarily, but she's definitely a bit distant and cool. You're pretty certain that's just her personality, she's usually very reserved and quiet, not wearing her emotions or heart on her sleeve. It would probably make her pretty uncomfortable to have you bother her while she's upset, so maybe the best thing you can do as a little brother is give her some space. Mind made up, you turn and head further down the hall to your own room, closing the door and deciding to get a jump on tomorrow's studying, while you're being all level-headed and responsible.\n\nAbout twenty minutes later you faintly hear a door further down the hall open, and the quick thump of bare feet on hardwood. That must be Elaine... coming to talk to you? No, she's headed the other direction. You dismiss it and go back to your reading... then blink as you get a sort of staticy feeling and hear a distant whooping whine that lasts a brief moment. You glance towards your door, realizing that must have been the matter translocator that Sir Rupert uses occasionally to send the family out on missions or bring something to the building. You hear footfalls again, though this time there's also a clicking noise to go with them. Now thoroughly curious, you get up and go to your door, opening it enough to poke your head out. The hallway is already empty again, however... but it looks like this time Elaine didn't close her door as firmly, since it's open a crack.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go take a peek.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Keep minding your own business.|RunFF]]

You've gotta admit, seeing a woman get so horny for your cock that she actually, for real tore her clothes off in her rush to get it stuffed down her throat was the kind of rush you're not likely to forget any time soon. You're curious to confirm whether it actually works on other girls like that. With that in mind, you pull out your cock and give it a good going-over with the stuff, at least as much as you did last night, before tucking it away. As an afterthought, you stuff the bottle itself into your pocket... might need to reapply after your experiment, after all, heheheh.\n\nTucking your now quite stiff and slick cock away with some difficulty, and trying to ignore the slippery, hot feeling of it trapped against your skin, you head out and wander around the building. You're betting that if Mai lives here, it's probably because it's a popular place for other... well, other people like her from the park. Maybe you can catch one heading to work as well?\n\nIn fact you do just that after several minutes of wandering the halls, spotting someone that's obviously a character from something even if you don't recognize what they're from... a pretty woman with green hair pulled back in a long ponytail. Her powder blue dress is slit extremely high up the hips, showing off a lot of leg (and heavily implying that she's not wearing any panties), the top of it snug and fitted enough to show off breasts that are large and round, even if they're not as utterly jawdropping as Mai's. You hesitate a little as you watch her lock her door... aren't you risking getting, like, arrested for sexual harassment with this? ... Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, you'll just have to hope that if you do Mai is hooked enough on your dick that she'll come get you. The green-haired girl finishes locking her door and turns towards you just in time to see you finish pulling your oiled-up prick out of your pants and letting it spring free into the air, her eyes going wide... and her pupils dilating and nipples stiffening. \n\n'Yup, definitely works on other girls,' you think smugly several seconds later as you wrap your hand around the base of that green ponytail, smirking down at the mascot as she fucks her own face onto your cock. Her lips drag along your shaft as she draws back before thrusting herself forward again quickly, her throat bulging up with her girth, her glazed green eyes staring up at you needfully as a mixture of oil and drool runs down the sides of her chin. Admittedly it doesn't feel like she went <i>as</i> crazy for it, since her clothes are still on... though she's flung aside the front flap of her dress to reveal that she is indeed going commando, one hand tucked between her thighs and frantically frigging her pussy. It still feels absolutely fantastic though, the tightness of her throat sliding so quickly over your dick again and again, her tongue slurping at you and lips stroking you, with the extra little fact that you don't even know her name and haven't said a single thing to her, she just dropped to her knees and started sucking you off once you showed her your cock! 'It's like a pure sexual fantasy,' you think happily.\n\nEventually you pull out of her mouth and give yourself a few quick strokes to finish off the building orgasm you felt, grunting softly as you start firing long ropes of cum across her face and into her eagerly awaiting mouth, splatters of it pooling on the pink of her tongue and the soft peachy color of her skin. Once you've milked the last dribble of it onto her tongue, she slips it back into her mouth and visibly swallows, before rising to her feet, the flap of her dress falling back over her soaked thighs. Murmuring a vague, slurring 'Thank you, work time', she turns and walks off down the hall, wobbling a little as she goes as if she were slightly drunk. You take a moment to recover... and then another to apply another light coat of oil to replace what she sucked and licked off. 'Okay, so it definitely hits girls hard enough that they'll instantly want to suck me off... she didn't go as nuts for it as Mai did though, and apparently sucking me off and getting a load of my cum was satisfaction enough... she still understood she had to get to work, I guess. Hm, maybe Mai went more nuts for it than she did 'cause I'd already fucked her into being pretty into me before that.'\n\nStill, you've effectively confirmed that it works, and you've got an 'in' with any girl you meet! Well, as long as you don't run out of oil... and considering what you're now using it for, you might be sort of embarrassed if you asked Mai to buy more. ... Still, you're going to use it some more today because of course you are. Now, what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Find some more hot girls!|HLMai]]\n\n[[Hm... wonder if it works on guys too...?|HLMai]]

"Ack!" Tacticool Nuke whips around as the lights start pulsing red and a siren goes off... then gives a rather louder yelp as slots on the walls open and what look a lot like laser weapons slide out of them. She quickly disappears in another flash... and you can faintly hear noises from elsewhere in the house, female screaming, and the sound jumping around several times before it finally stops.\n\nThe TV screen quickly lights up with Sir Rupert's face, albeit wearing a blue open-topped cowl that leaves his lower face bare. "Eric, are you alright? What's happened?"\n\n"Someone called 'Tacticool Nuke' showed up in the room, so I activated the intruder defenses. I think they chased her off..." At least you hope so, she didn't seem that bad.\n\nSir Rupert sighs. "Ah, her. Not exactly the best person to have discovered our identities and home, but far, far from the worst. She's mostly harmless, so don't worry about it. I'll send Elaine home as soon as we've finished tracking down the villain we're currently engaged with." He disappears from the screen, and the alert ends, the lasers sliding back into their slots.\n\nAbout an hour later, you can hear the elevator ding out in the main room. You head out to greet Elaine... just in time to see her speed-walk through, wearing the tight multiple animal pattern bodysuit of Menagerie. You blink a few times as she rapidly disappears down the hall, and a moment later you hear a slam from near her room. Wondering if something's wrong, you follow her down the hall, blinking at a few items like her boots, gloves, and mask scattered in the hallway, and stopping right in front of her door where her bodysuit itself is laying crumpled and discarded, the door itself shut tight.\n\nWell. Clearly she's upset over something? At least, that seems the most obvious answer.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask her what's wrong.|RunFF4x1]]\n\n[[Give her some space.|RunFF3x2]]

Once everyone's ordered and you're waiting, you manage to rally yourself enough to ask. "So, um, Emi, do you like, uh... Fate Grand Order...?" You immediately curse yourself for asking about a nerd game, especially if it comes off as 'being Japanese and all'.\n\nApparently someone up there is smiling on you in your endeavors to make good with the cute trap beside you, as Emi perks up a little. "Oh yeah, I do, actually! I'm kind of super into it! Hey, tell you what, guess my favorite Servant. I'll even give you a hint, they're a Rider," he adds with a twinkle in his eyes and a little giggle.\n\n"Um." It seems a little too ridiculously obvious, but unable to think of anything else, you reply, "Astolfo?"\n\n"Haha, way too on the nose!" he teases, making you blush as he reaches out to boop your nose with a pink-painted short fingernail. "No, my favorite's Medb. Different pink-haired cutie." He leans in a bit, whispering in your ear, "I'd like to think someday I'd qualify for Rider for the same reason she did, huh?" The expression you make just causes him to giggle even more, but then he says, "C'mon! Tell me your favorite now!"\n\nYou actually manage to have something of a conversation with Emi about the game, wandering on over to similar mobile games and then anime. At one point you glance over and notice that Will and Aki are practically staring at the two of you as if not really comprehending what's going on, which makes you a little self-conscious, but... oh well. Emi's pretty good at taking your mind off that, between actual discussion and occasionally teasing or egging you on, which you gradually start getting used to (to your own faint surprise). But eventually the burgers are delivered and devoured, and the four of you get into Will's car for the relatively short trip back to his place. That's when your nervousness starts ramping back up and you fall rather silent, though Emi mostly chats with Aki during the brief trip to the apartment building and up the elevator.\n\n"Well, you two have fun!" Aki declares as he snags Will's hand and tugs him on into the main bedroom, shutting the door after them.\n\n"So, um, here's where I'm staying," you point out, leading the way into the guest room. Emi immediately flops to sit on the edge of the bed, skirt briefly flitting up and showing white cotton panties. You bite your lip as you close the door after yourself, then walk over to sit a bit more gingerly on the bed beside him.\n\n"I actually had a really good time tonight, it was nice," Emi notes brightly as he leans down to tug off his shoes, stretching out his legs after and wiggling his (as you might expect) delicate feminine toes inside the stockings. He looks over and smiles brightly at you. "Kinda makes me look forward to this more! You ready?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Y-yeah."|QOBro]]\n\n[["Um... wanna play games maybe?"|QOBro]]\n\n[[Kiss him.|QOBro]]

No, you have a bitch on your cock, you need to <i>breed</i>. A deep, rumbling growl builds in your chest as you shift your cock to be longer, your balls bigger, your heavy black sack swaying more as you pound deeper into the Drow, her cries and moans growing more strident as she can feel herself being violated even deeper, her innermost barriers pushed open, your cock pressing right into her womb itself in order to deliver its load. And with a soft, muffled yowl through your gritted teeth you begin doing just that, pumping thick, slimy, incredibly hot draconic seed into her. The Drow's eyes roll up in her head, her body shaking in a mixture of terror and pleasure as she feels herself being filled, some part in the back of her brain almost certainly knowing she's being impregnated, especially since her formerly flat belly begins to bulge somewhat beneath her tunic.\n\nAfter a few moments you judge that she's barely conscious, so step back, letting go of her mouth and arms and slipping out of her, your ridged draconic cock sliding out of her midnight blue-lipped cunt amidst a gush of white as you let her topple to the floor of the alleyway, seemingly insensate and twitching a bit as she winds up on her knees with her ass in the air, baring a bubble butt barely covered by ripped purple silk panties, her pussy dribbling cum down her thighs and onto the cobblestones. You watch her thoughtfully as you retract your cock back into your body and shift yourself back to fully female, covering yourself in your shadowy armor again. Hm, now what to do with your thoroughly-fucked little victim...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Carry her off.|BlackDra]]\n\n[[Leave her.|BlackDra]]\n\n[[Use Dominate Person.|BlackDra]]

"W-well... I mean..." You squirm a little. "That was pretty sexy... I mean, Aki looked really sexy, and I guess I was thinking about fucking her... him... y'know."\n\n"Ahaaa." Will chuckles a bit, then considers. "Well, I could probably arrange that," he muses aloud.\n\n"W-wha...?"\n\n"I mean, Aki'd probably only want to do it as a threesome if you absolutely had to get your hands on him," Will clarifies, quirking his eyebrows as he looks at you. "So if that's what you really want, you'd have to not mind me being there too. But if you want your own girly-boi to fuck, there is another option." He grins more at your astonished look, before continuing. "Remember that I said that Aki's only the second girliest guy I've ever met? He has a little brother. Who shares his interest in girl's clothing... and in fucking, apparently."\n\n"S-seriously?"\n\n"Yup, if you think Aki makes a cute girl, his 'sister' Emi will have you forgetting even if you're staring right at his dick as you fuck him. I'm sure Aki'd be willing to set the two of you up tonight... unless, of course, you'd prefer Aki himself, and then we could always just get right to it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Have a threesome.|QOBro]]\n\n[[Get set up.|QOBro1x11]]

There are a lot of reasons you don't exactly want to share that particular experience with your brother, though you're still finding it hard to believe you're contemplating this experience at all. But you manage to say, "I... could meet Aki's si-... bro-... yeah, the not-threesome thing."\n\n"Sure. Like I said, I'm sure Aki won't mind."\n\nIndeed, a bit later as you're managing to nervously eat some scrambled eggs, Aki prances out of the bedroom, dressed in his clothes from the previous day and checking his purple-cased cellphone. "I'mma get going. I'll see y-"\n\n"Hey, Aki, one sec." Will gets up and walks over, grinning as he says, "Turns out my little brother saw us last night."\n\n"Ohhhh?" Aki leans around Will to look at you, quirking his delicate eyebrows, then smirking as you turn red. "Enjoyed the show, huh?"\n\n"He did. So I thought maybe we could set him up for something similar with Emi tonight."\n\n"Oh, yeah, that'd work," Aki agrees readily enough, tapping his glossy lower lip with one painted fingernail. "We could do a double booty call, meet up at the burger place, come back here?"\n\n"Works for me," Will answers easily, reaching under Aki's skirt to give the pretty man's ass a squeeze. "How 'bout you, little bro?"\n\n"Y-yeah, guess so," you answer nervously, quickly bobbing your head.\n\n"'Kay, I'll text you the time once I snag Emi. Guess I'll see you tonight, then," Aki says to Will with a grin... which turns more wicked as he cups the front of your brother's pajama pants and gives a slow, deliberate rub, flicking his eyes downward. "See you tonight too." Then, with a turn and a deliberate flick of his hips to flip his skirt, he heads for the elevator.\n\nWill casually meanders back over, apparently not caring that his now half-hard prick is showing through his pants, and sits down. "This ought to be a night to remember, bro, I think this'll be a real confidence-builder for you."\n\nYou spend the rest of the day nervously skittering around your room, wondering if this is really such a good idea. Does this make you gay? Will doesn't seem to think so. Is casual sex really alright? Will seems to think so (and cheating too which just makes you wonder more). As the hour for going out to eat draws nearer, you turn your mind to other matters, like showering (twice) and probably overcombing your hair and fretting over what clothes you brought. Will eventually appears in the doorway, eyeing the entire contents of your suitcase spread out on the bed. "Bro, what are you doing?"\n\n"Um... well I just... I mean..."\n\n"Okay, let me lay something on you." Will walks over and rests a hand on your head. "There are two potential reasons you go on a regular date, and you're doing either one of them or both of them on those. You're either trying to get to know the other person because you want a relationship, or you're trying to convince the other person to have sex with you. This isn't a date, it's a booty call. We're going to go eat dinner, and then when we come back here, Emi is in fact going to fuck you. So just relax, wear whatever the hell you want as long as it's clean, and take it easy."\n\nIt's not really in your nature to "take it easy", but having it laid out like that at least does allow you to pick out a t-shirt and jeans to wear. Soon your brother drives the two of you over to a burger joint near the campus, the two of you entering and scanning the tables (him confidently, you nervously) for your... well, not dates, but. It's not hard to spot them sitting in a booth across the way, one on either side. Even if Aki weren't fairly stand-out (again wearing purple and pink), Emi is even moreso, and you see what Will meant about Aki's little sibling being even girlier than Aki. For one thing, rather than the (presumably) natural black hair Aki has, Emi's has been dyed a pale, cotton candy pink color, and rather than being loose has been pulled into a pair of long ponytails at the sides of his head, fastened with yellow scrunchies. He does look about your age, with an utterly feminine face with lightly glossy pink lips and big (presumably contact-covered) blue eyes. He's wearing somewhat loose long-sleeved yellow shirt (probably to hide just how perfectly flat her chest is, since you know the secret), a pink pleated skirt, and periwinkle thigh-highs with school uniform style saddle shoes. Aki spots you roughly the time you spot the pair of them and waves to you, Emi perking up some as you walk over.\n\n"Hey, Aki, Emi," Will says breezily as he slides into the booth beside Aki, leaving you to squirm yourself in beside the pink-haired gir-, er, boy and settle with enough space between you two while desperately trying to look like you're not avoiding him. "Emi, this is my little brother, Jamie."\n\n"Hiiiii~!" Emi chirps brightly, eyes sparkling as he looks at you. "Wow, you actually look a lot like Will, so handsome!"\n\nYou're pretty sure that's a lie, but you try to make yourself appreciate him for telling it. "Um, th-thanks. You... I mean, you're cute like your sis... your broth-... um..."\n\nThat makes Emi and Aki both giggle, making you turn beet red in embarrassment, before Emi pats your hand. "Relaaax. Use whatever words you want, we don't mind, we're used to it! I call her 'Aki-neesan' all the time!"\n\n"Mm-hmm," Aki agrees, a little distractedly as he looks over the menu, apparently more concerned with dinner than titles.\n\n"You are really cute though, this should be fun," Emi continues happily as she picks up her own menu.\n\n<hr>\n[["..."|QOBro3x1]]\n\n[["... Um, so, Emi..."|QOBro1x12]]

"I could go for a cookie," you decide after a few seconds of thought.\n\n"Of course! Candy is dandy, but anything sweet and lovely is a blessing, and sometimes you just want to feel your teeth sink in, hm?" Tandy chirps as she moves a bit further down the counter, reaching in to a tray of white-frosted cookies with chocolate swirls atop them. She plucks one out with tissue paper and passes it to you across the counter. Accepting it, you check the underside out of curiosity... the cookie's a sugar cookie with a chocolate spiral in it as well, just going the opposite way as the frosting. Huh. In any event, you take a bite. You're not sure what's supposed to be so relaxing about it, despite all the frosting and chocolate swirls it mostly tastes overwhelmingly of vanilla. Actually, maybe that is sort of relaxing... the taste of vanilla almost seems to spread out from your tongue and feel like it's suffusing your whole head. You take the second bite a little slower, feeling tension start to ebb out of you as the pleasant, vanilla-y feeling spreads gradually through your whole body.\n\nEventually you set the tissue down mechanically, then let your hands fall to rest at your sides. Your shoulders have slumped, your eyes half-lidded and a bit glassy. Yes, you're definitely really relaxed. You're so relaxed you can't really think, and that doesn't bother you at all. You don't even really want to go to sleep, it couldn't be any more restful than this.\n\n"Oh good, it looks like the new formula is working," Tandy says cheerfully, making her way out from behind the counter and towards the back area. "Cyan, come this way, please."\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you reply a little distantly, instantly turning and following her at a slow, steady amble. You follow Tandy through a door into what must be a utility closet, a fairly large one since there's room enough for both of you to stand. The floor is plain polished cement with a drain in the center, the smell of chemicals obvious but not overpowering. Tandy directs you to turn on the rather dim overhead light and close the door, after which you turn to face her, face still blank.\n\n"Now let's see. Last time the control didn't run deep enough to cause the subject to obey bodily commands they weren't already ready to," Tandy muses aloud as she looks you up and down. "Had some hesitance about anything embarrassing too. So let's see if we've overcome that. Cyan, pee yourself."\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you answer in the same rather flat tone you used before. Instantly a wet spot appears between your legs, the feeling of hot dampness spreading out as that spot grows larger and larger, sliding down your thighs and trickling down your legs and into your socks. Droplets of yellow seep out of the soaked crotch of your jeans and spatter to the floor.\n\n"Perfect!" Tandy squeals happily, giving another little finger-clap. "Lovely. Hm, go ahead and undo your pants, dear, pull them and your panties down to your knees if you would."\n\nWithout hesitation you reach to unbutton and unzip your jeans, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of them and your piss-soaked panties, shoving them down to bunch around your knees and leaving your wet, smooth crotch and thighs bare to her lilac gaze. At her next order you sink down, settling onto the wet, bunched-up denim and opening your mouth, not so much as blinking as she draws the slit of her skirt to one side to reveal a long, thick cock that she begins stroking to full erection, then rubs against your face and stuck-out tongue.\n\n"Not even a blink, you're so relaaaxed," Tandy coos as she slips the head of her cock into your mouth and thrusts a few times, rubbing the tip of her dick along the roof of your mouth. She puts a hand atop your head to hold it still as she pushes forward, giving a soft noise of delight as you don't so much as gag as her thick prick pushes your throat open and slides deep into it. She doesn't stop until her balls are on your chin and your nose is pressed to her hairless crotch, and she stops where she is. "Let's seeee," she murmurs, watching your expressionless face as she stays in place. You begin to feel light-headed but are so relaxed you don't really care, even as your vision swims and some tears start slipping down your face. Finally Tandy pulls back enough for you to draw in a quick breath, before she slides back in, giving a few more pumps before starting to blast her load down your throat, moaning softly as you swallow reflexively around her shaft. "Still a few involuntary physical responses, but no resistance or struggling, that's about as good as I could ask for," she huffs happily as she draws her slightly cum-smeared cock back.\n\n"Mmm. May as well make use of you while I have you here," she murmurs, gripping her now half-soft cock with one hand to aim it. She lets out a soft moan as, after a moment, a heavy stream of piss spurts out the tip and right into your still-open mouth. The somewhat coffee-scented and tasting stuff pools on your tongue, your mouth quickly full to overflowing, urine running down the sides of your chin and dribbling down to soak into your shirt. "Swallow," Tandy says almost idly, though making a happy noise as you unhesitatingly swallow your current mouthful of piss and allow her to fill you up again. "Excellent, just excellent! I think I've found the best formula yet! Now there's just one more thing I need you to do..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wake up.|GGCandy7x3]]

The owner and maintainer of the house where you were summoned... and nominal mortal contact for all the manner of unearthly creatures and beings that either make it home, manifest via it, or call it their prison. Shandor is a worshiper of Evil... essentially in all its forms, no matter what they may take. While not exactly devoted to <i>you</i>, therefore, you have little doubt he'll be a loyal and slavish servant who will give you whatever you ask once he realizes that a literal physical embodiment of wickedness and dark desire is standing in front of him. A generalist devotee of Evil is, after all, most likely just waiting for the highest and most immediate bidder. You'll go and see him tomorrow.\n\nThe next day you set out, having donned the standard sort of the mortal's garb, but not bothering with any of the underwear. You arrive at Shandor's house and knock at the door, and a moment later a mortal girl about your host's own age answers. She has tan skin and pretty auburn hair that comes down to several inches below her shoulders, as well as lovely green eyes. "Yes...?" she asks, looking curious.\n\n"Hi! I was here last night, for the haunted house thing?" you say in a chipper tone. "I kind of wanted to talk to Mr. Shandor about whether it would be okay to do a party there sometime, is he here...?"\n\n"Oh, yeah, sure. Step inside, I guess," the girl says, stepping back and gesturing you in.\n\nYou didn't particularly need the invitation per se, but it does always help. You step in and follow her through the entryway and into the living room where the viewing was hosted the other night. Today a pale woman with red hair and green eyes is sitting in one of the recliners reading a book, and glances up at you as the girl heads up the stairs calling "Dad!". "Oh, hello. Was something wrong with the house stay...?" she asks with a small, polite frown.\n\n"No no, everything went great," you reply with a bright grin. "That's actually why I'm here. Oh, hey Mister Shandor!" you chirp as he and the girl come down the stairs. He's obviously at least twenty years his wife's senior, coppery brown face lined and hair a steely gray, though he otherwise seems relatively fit. \n\n"I don't really allow parties, too many people can be-" he starts to say gruffly. But as you look right at him and briefly let your eyes shift to their black-scleraed, yellow-irised true color, he trails off, stopping where he's standing and simply opening and closing his mouth a few times.\n\n"Oh man, I know, you're probably afraid of us trashing the joint, right?" you continue in the same bright, cheerful tone as before, changing your eyes back before his wife or daughter can look at you. "My friends really aren't like that though, we're not the 'mosh pits and broken windows' sort of teenagers, I promise."\n\n"Ah, yes, well... well, we can at least talk about it," he says, gesturing to the stairs. "Please join me in my study."\n\n"Sure!" you chirp, trotting after him as he heads up. He steps into the large, dimly-lit room lined with bookshelves, parts of which have been sectioned off with glass to serve as display cases. As he closes the door behind you, you let your eyes shift back, as well as nudging out your horns and allowing the puny mortal fingernails to turn back into black claws. Nothing you can't shift back on a moment's notice, just in case. You stroll around the room, eyeing some of his display pieces... a few authentic items of power, mostly replicas. You grin a little smugly as you feel his gaze locked on you, and glance over your shoulder at him. "You really do have quite the beauty of a wife. How did you land such a creature when you were... what, forty-five? Fifty?"\n\n"She was part of the occultist circles I travel in. The readings of the stars and the black water said we were a match, so... we were."\n\n"Oh, she knows then? And the pretty teenage daughter too?"\n\n"They... Jessica and Jaya... have vague ideas. They know I am intensely interested in the supernatural and the occult, and share those interests and desire to touch the dark and infernal. But... that it is very real, that they do not know."\n\nStopping in front of the desk, you take a slow turn towards him and flash your fangs in a smile, watching the slight widening of his eyes. "Nervous, Evan?"\n\n"I... perhaps a little, my... mistress," he says, before finally settling onto his knees and bowing down until his forehead touches the floor. "Forgive me for my improper welcome."\n\n"It's fine. This girl wasn't much on propriety and I had to base myself on something," you answer as you hop up to sit on the edge of the desk, swaying your feet as you look at him. "Just so long as you understand... I'm the one that's here. I'm the one that's got a plan and the power. We're going to do Evil my way from now on, understood?"\n\n"Yes. Yes, of course, Mistress."\n\n"Then stand up." You reach out to pluck up a glass ball paperweight with several miniature ceramic skulls in it... ah, no, your mistake, actual fairy skulls. You toss it up and down and roll it in your hand idly as you watch your sponsor-turned-servant rising to his feet. "Now. First things first. For these plans, the first thing I'm going to need is..."\n\n<hr>\n[["The house."|GGHH]]\n\n[["You."|GGHH]]\n\n[["Your wife and daughter."|GGHH28x2]]

Actually, you know who'd like this shirt. Grinning, you pick up your phone and text your friend Dean. 'Hey, I picked up something you'd probably like at the mall.'\n\n'Oh yeah? :o'\n\n'Yeah. I'll bring it by.'\n'Wait is your mom home?'\n\n'No she's out, you're safe.'\n\nSnorting a little, you toss the receipt before putting the shirt back in the bag and heading out. Your question wasn't due to having any lewd designs... not that Dean is altogether unworthy of such designs, you actually find him super cute. Just that he's never made a move on you, and you've always figured that if you made a move on him he might be so shocked he'd have a heart attack. You'd been in a D&D group with him for six months before he was comfortable talking directly to you, but after he got over that he became a pretty good friend, if still often cripplingly shy. It being a blessing that his mother isn't home comes more from her being <i>severely</i> overprotective and assuming any girl (AKA hussy) coming through the door must have designs on him, leading to her lurking around on the periphery or barging into the room every few minutes, which is annoying to say the least. Soon you're hitting the doorbell of Dean's house, and the door is opening only a few seconds later. You're not surprised to see Dean wearing a hoodie, his mother is going through The Change and tends to keep the house frosty at all times, and he's not the sort to touch the thermostat. He's shorter than you, with pale platinum hair and grey eyes, giving him a slightly monotone look with the black hoodie. Grinning, you hold up the bag. "I come bearing gifts!"\n\n"A-aw." He grins shyly and actually brushes a fingertip at his cheek while glancing down... dang, he really is adorable, shame about the confidence. "Thanks, Cyan, you really didn't have to. I could p-"\n\n<img src="images/Dean.jpg">\n\n"Nah, forget about it, I got it on a whim mostly thinking of you anyway," you explain, stepping inside as he moves to make room for you. The two of you head up to his room, which isn't all that different from yours, except maybe a bit larger and tidier. You pass him the bag, grinning as his face lights up with delight as he pulls the shirt out.\n\n"Oh hey, that's neat! I mean it's super simple but it's still neat!" He holds it up in front of himself, then grins sheepishly. "Maybe I can wear it at a con or something, I definitely can't around here. Mom would ask all sorts of weird questions about 'What's a monster girl?' and all and how do you inspect one."\n\nYou grin ruefully and shake your head. "Man, I'm glad my parents are laid-back art hippies."\n\n"It must be nice," he agrees with a sigh.\n\n"Anyway, try it on, make sure it at least kind of fits."\n\n"Ah, r-right. ... Um, could you...?"\n\nYou resist the urge to roll your eyes and instead just turn around. Honestly, what's he worried about? It's not like he's got any gross scars or poochy bits, you've seen him in a wet white t-shirt. You can hear movement and the shuffle of cloth, and at Dean's 'there' turn around, looking him over. "Fits decent," you declare. It's a bit baggy on him but he seems to prefer it that way.\n\n"Yeah. Thanks a ton, Cyan. Heh, it's pretty cool to know a girl who likes stuff like monster girls too," he admits, again bashfully brushing a finger against his cheek. "Ah, last time we talked about them, you said you were kind of moving away from your old favorite monster girl type. What's your new favorite?"\n\n"Oh, right, yeah. My new favorite monster girl is totally-"\n\n<hr>\n[[Minotaur.|GGMon]]\n\n[[Slime.|GGMon]]\n\n[[Succubus.|GGMon]]\n\n[[Lamia.|GGMon]]\n\n[[Zombie.|GGMon]]

Well, it takes you a second to realize what he's dressed up as... at first you think he's just really pale and wearing makeup, as is more common among teenage boys these days to your understanding, but then you notice the press-on fangs as he yelps and struggles. Otherwise he's just wearing a bright red shirt, black leather jacket, black jeans, and boots... must be a very modern vampire, huh? His brown hair is rumpled, either as his personal style choice or from his stumble.\n\n"H-hey, let go, I'm sorry!" he yelps as you drag him back towards the house.\n\n"Sorry you got caught, more like it," you growl at him, half-yanking half-shoving him through the front door while still keeping a grip on him and yanking it closed behind you. "Safe to say you're in a lot of trouble."\n\n"W-what're you gonna do?" he whimpers, casting a nervous glance at the air pistol... though you notice from the slight furrowing of his brow he's probably realized it's not an actual gun by now. He still seems pretty scared, must not be a particularly hardened hooligan.\n\n<hr>\n[[Call his parents. And maybe the cops.|BuddyPunks4x2]]\n\n[[Make him give up his friends.|BuddyPunks5x1]]\n\n[[Punish him.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Punish him severely.|BuddyPunks]]

"First I'm gonna call your parents. Then, if I'm not satisfied with what they say, I'm gonna call the police."\n\nHis eyes widen. "N-no! Please, mister, don't! I'll... I'll do anything to make it up to you, I'll clean everything up, I'll do chores, whatever you want!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Welllll...|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Whatever you want, he says?|BuddyPunks6x1]]\n\n[[Nope, make the call.|BuddyPunks4x3]]

"No dice. Now, you can either give me your parents' number and I can call them first, and see if they can convince me not to call the cops, or I can go right to calling the cops. Which will it be?"\n\nHe waffles, but only for a second, before miserably giving you a phone number. You put the air pistol down and gesture him to sit on the couch once you've released him and dialed the phone, since at this point he seems too defeated to give you any trouble.\n\n<i>"Hello?"</i> a woman's voice answers after a few rings.\n\n"Yes, I caught your son with some of my friends trying to egg my house. He's sitting here waiting while I'm deciding whether to call the police as well as you."\n\nThere's silence for a moment, then a heavy sigh. <i>"Well obviously I'd like to talk to you about that first. Could you give me your address?"</i>\n\nYou tell her, and after a brief check she says she'll be there in about fifteen minutes. You settle into a chair, watching your 'captive' marinate in his sense of impending doom the entire time, which almost makes you have some sympathy for him. Eventually though the doorbell rings and you get up to answer it, a little surprised at the woman standing on your step. She must have been at a Halloween party when you called (you did kind of hear conversation and music), and she's certainly dressed for it, wearing a snug red bodysuit over a very full-breasted, full-hipped form, red stiletto heels, and a felt devil horns headband perched atop her black hair, most of which is pulled back into a long ponytail. She is wearing a jacket over it, and the bodysuit isn't <i>too</i> revealing... it leaves at least a little to the imagination, if not her general bodyshape. "My son is here?" she asks in a rather cool tone.\n\n"Right in here," you say, stepping back and gesturing her inside, her heels clicking over the entryway tile as she walks ahead of you. You kind of have to admit you're sad that the coat she's wearing is long enough to cover her butt, but you try to focus on other matters as the two of you head into the living room.\n\n"Mom, I-!" the teen starts, jerking upwards on the couch, only to wince and go silent as she holds up a hand, fingers currently capped with bright red press-on nails. \n\n"We'll discuss it later, Darian," she says in a much, much colder voice. You're pretty sure he'd be pale even without the makeup now, and that spectre of sympathy rises up again. She just looks at him for a moment, before turning to you, blue eyes both resigned and a bit pleading. "My name is Kelly, that is Darian, if you didn't already know."\n\n"Everyone calls me Buddy," you say, unable to help grinning just a bit.\n\n"Alright. Buddy. Now, I know it might be difficult to believe, but Darian is, in fact, a good boy... he gets good grades and he's very polite. He only hangs out with these... other boys... because he's frustrated that his father isn't home more, and they take advantage of that to get him to buy things for them and to drag him into their vandalism." Man, she's just straight-up dishing on him to you, and the teenager looks appropriately mortified at having his mother just open up his psyche to the stranger that caught him egging a house. "But he's on track to get into a good school, and I don't want to derail his future over this. So... I will do whatever you ask, if you'll let this pass."\n\n<hr>\n[[Is she saying what you think she's saying?|BuddyPunks4x4]]\n\n[[Just let it go.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Nah, still call the cops.|BuddyPunks]]

You clear your throat and lean in towards her a bit, lowering your voice. "Just to be clear, are you suggesting...?"\n\n"Yes, I'm saying that if you'll overlook this and not call the police, I'll sleep with you," she answers plainly, albeit having lowered her own voice to a whisper. "I'll do whatever you like for the night, so long as Darian is allowed to return home."\n\n<hr>\n[[Well alright then.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[No, Darian has to watch.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Not <i>just</i> her.|BuddyPunks4x5]]

"Sorry, but it can't be just you," you say at normal volume, causing both her to twitch and Darian to jerk a bit in surprise. "If using sex to get your son out of a jam is what you're going to teach him about life, he'd better start learning to do it too, don't you think?"\n\n"M-Mom!" the teen blurts, eyes widening.\n\n"Darian, hush." Kelly scowls at you darkly... but sighs and closes her eyes, nodding. "... In the end, I suppose you're right."\n\n"But Mom!"\n\n"Darian!" she snaps at him, before cooling her voice and continuing, turning to look at him. "This is just the way the world works sometimes. I don't like it... but I suppose he's right, someday you might need to do what's necessary, and this is about your future." He swallows heavily as she turns back to you. "Alright then... that's how it will be."\n\n"Let's go upstairs," you say, grinning and turning to lead the way, the other two falling into step behind you. You head into your bedroom and just casually start pulling off your clothes, rather enjoying them both watching you with very different looks of trepidation on their faces as you peel off your shirt and toss it aside, then undo your pants and push them down, freeing your half-hard cock.\n\n"So. Since you're clearly in charge here," Kelly says after taking a deep breath. "What do you wish to do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A very long, thorough night with both of them.|BuddyPunk4x6]]\n\n[[Rough sex & humiliation.|BuddyPunk]]\n\n[[Have them put on a show.|BuddyPunk]]\n\n[[Use them as cumdumps.|BuddyPunk]]

This is crazy! Panicking, you grab Saya's calf and shove, making her yelp as she topples over and onto the bed, leaving you scrambling off of it as she bounces lightly, apparently shocked by your reaction. You scoop your clothes off the floor and scamper into the hall, half-consciously trying to yank them on as you hurry back down the stairs and out of the building, eventually running down the block and back towards your truck. It's only once you're driving back to the dorm that reality sinks in... you've still got a titanium cage on your cock and balls! And now you've fled from the only person that has the key!\n\nObviously, you need to go to someone for help in getting this thing off. But who? Who do you even know that you could both confide in about this situation and would actually be able to help you? It's going to be embarrassing and humiliating no matter what, but who do you actually go to for help? Your options are fairly limited...\n\n<hr>\n[[Allen.|GwynSaya2x2]]\n\n[[Liam.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[The authorities.|GwynSaya]]

You'd feel really silly if you tried either of those doors and found they didn't open because those are just projector screens, or tried to take down a book and found it was blank. Even worse would be falling asleep on the couch and waking up to some guy in a zombie getup asking you 'Sir, please move along through the attraction' in an exasperated tone. Talk about a moodkiller. Probably better just to keep going.\n\nAs you're walking down the hallway, a section of wall suddenly slides to the side and a white figure leaps forward, howling emphatically. It's a woman with long, scraggly white hair, her skin a flat white and her body barely covered in scraggly, faded rags, which don't do a lot to cover her rather impressive figure. Both the suddenness and her wild, ragged appearance are enough to make you jump! It's the first time the attraction has actively engaged you!\n\n<hr>\n[[Scream and run!|HHHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Yelp... then force a laugh.|HHHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Applaud.|HHHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Prove you're not afraid! Grab those tits!|HHHplaceholder]]

Biting back the desire to try and smash the bastard's face in, considering your situation, you even swallow his smirk as he obviously realizes your decision to put up with his molestation. He gives your nipple a quick tweak before finishing up watering the rest of the slaves and hopping down, the door being swung up and closed again.\n\n"Are... are you okay?" the blonde asks quietly, fidgeting.\n\nBiting back the sarcastic response since it looks like she might faint if you snapped at her, you sigh and answer, "Yeah, fine. ... I'm Cyan."\n\n"Um. I'm Kari. I... how did they capture someone like you? You seem so strong... they even bound you more firmly than the rest of us."\n\n"It is a mystery," you mutter sulkily, brooding over your recent life decisions. Your tone seems to dissuade Kari from asking any further questions, and the rest of the day passes in silence. Once it actually seems to be approaching dark, the wagon is pulled to a halt again, and for awhile there's just the distant sounds of camp being prepared. Then the door is opened and more men like the ones from the afternoon appear, literally dragging people out of the wagon. Some whine and whimper, but many others just endure it, and you clamp down on whatever noises you might make so as not to give them the satisfaction as you're hauled down like a sack of potatoes and half-carried half-dragged along with the rest. You're mostly dropped to the ground, while everyone else has an ankle tied tightly and bound to a stake in the ground. For you they just drive the stake through a space in your ankle-ties. Still, at least with a bit of squirming and lurching you can get up and sit on your heels instead of laying on your face in the dirt.\n\nYou're all given some water again and a chunk of hard, dark bread each. The slaver feeding you just smirks and shoves yours in your mouth, leaving you glaring after him and unable to bite down since that would just send the rest tumbling to the ground. Though she looks fearful, after she's eaten Kari leans over and holds the bread for you so you can eat. "Thanks," you murmur once the few mouthfuls of tough bread are down.\n\nShe nods before scooting back to her place and huddling in a little, obviously hoping she won't be punished for her actions. That's probably why she quails a little when the olive-skinned man shows up and strolls around, looking all of you over thoughtfully. Then he rests his hands on his hips and announces, "Tomorrow, we'll arrive at Stanzport. There most of you lot will be hitting the auction block, to be bought for what some poor deluded fool thinks you're actually worth. But since I'm in a generous mood, I've got a very special offer. I have a small handful of buyers that will take whatever slave I suggest to them, so you can actually pick what sort of owner you'll get! Doesn't that sound lovely? And all you have to do is volunteer to be my entertainment for the night! How simple, no? Well, any takers?"\n\nMost of the captured people shrink in on themselves, obviously too frightened to take the slaver's "deal". To your surprise, though, Kari slowly raises her bound hands, one balled up and the other with fingers outstretched. "I... I will," she practically squeaks, obviously more afraid of being sold to some particularly horrible fate than she is of the man who would sell her to it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep quiet.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Take the deal.|GGMonk]]

Rather than let yourself be distracted by your sudden disadvantage, you immediately snap your other arm forward, grabbing the Senshi by the neck. She has a brief moment to look shocked at how little effect the ofuda had on you before you hurl her across the room and into another wall. She impacts heavily and drops, and before she can get up you're on her again, driving a kick into her side that lifts her up and smashes her through the wall she impacted, into the apartment next door to hers.\n\nYou take a moment to delicately use the very tip of two of your claws to grip a slightly-not-adhered edge of the ofuda and carefully peel it off, the paper crackling and jolting with little bits of energy as it comes away from your fur. Once it's off you toss it aside, then duck to get through the hole in the wall. The Senshi is still coughing a bit, having only managed to get to her hands and knees after the force of your kick and being knocked through a wall. As if you needed both arms to defeat her! Even with her greater than human strength, you're still several feet taller than her and all muscle. Moving with an almost casual negligence, you settle to your knees behind her and grab a handful of her long black hair, Sailor Mars giving a gasp as you yank back on her head, and another one as you casually rip the panties of her costume to shreds. You flick aside your own loincloth, revealing the massive, stiff ink black shaft jutting from your crotch, and slap it against her bare asscheeks a bit. Yeees, physically overpowering a hot little magical girl slut definitely has its appeal!\n\n"N-no, don't!" Sailor Mars pleads as you bring the tip of your prick down, pressing it up against her tight little pucker. She cries out as you push forward, spreading her tight ass open as you slowly but inexorably push inside her, her pale pucker stretching around your black pole. You don't stop until your large, furry black balls are pressing against her pussy. Then you begin to work in smooth, steady thrusts that nevertheless shake her entire body with their impact. "Ah, stop, stop, don't rape my ass, noooo!" the formerly proud and defiant Sailor Soldier whines as you pound into her tight little rear hole, her eyes rolling some as you fuck her.\n\n"Protest all you want, but you know you love it," you sneer, lips pulling away from your sharp teeth on one side as you look down on her. "You know this is what you're really meant for, pleasuring the cocks of youma, demons, and monsters, writhing beneath them as you're used as a cumdump."\n\n"Noooo, no!" she protests, even as your balls steadily get wetter and wetter from slapping against her cunt. Her flat belly bulges with the outline of your cock, visible beneath the tight white material of her costume, which is suddenly doing very little to stop the swaying and jiggling of her tits as your powerful hips drive against her ass. "Please, don't, stop! Don't... don't make me cum!" She arches her back, jutting those tits of hers out, nipples trying to drill through the thin white fabric. "Don't make me cum from being raped in the aaaasssss!" she whines, even as she starts to do just that, her stretched-tight hole squeezing and shuddering around you as her pussy starts gushing all over your balls.\n\nYou let out a booming, mocking laugh, just allowing it to keep rolling as you pick up speed, fucking her faster and faster, driving her shameful, forced orgasms on and on, her pleas degenerating into wordless protests and whines as your continued fucking drives her into humiliated climaxes overlapping each other, her eyes gradually rolling up and tongue lolling out, drool dripping from it down her chin and from her tongue and onto the floor. Her tits bounce higher and higher as you drive into her faster and harder, until you finally give a roar and shove forward hard, hilting inside her and starting to empty years upon years of backed-up cum into her. The outline of your cock gradually fades as her belly swells, rounding out more and more until the cloth of her costume begins to stretch thin, and then tears away, her bloated cumbelly spilling out and wobbling beneath her. Her eyes briefly look forward in utter shock, before they roll up completely as a splurt of cum gushes out of her mouth. You release your grip on her hair and she slumps forward, arms limp under her as she slides off of your cock, the jizz-smeared black length springing free of her and wobbling in the air as she collapses face-down on the floor, cum spurting from her stretched asshole and dribbling down over her cunt to form a growing pool on the floor. Her body continues to twitch in little aftershock orgasms, eyes still rolled up, her brain obviously still short-circuited for the foreseeable future.\n\nYes, that was just what you needed after your imprisonment... a good old-fashioned mahou shoujo beatdown followed by raping her unconscious. Hm, what now though?\n\n<hr>\n[[Move on to the next Senshi.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Secure the fate of this one first.|HLSenshi]]

"Ha! As if you would ever-!" Lauriel begins, only to jerk forward as she feels something press against her ass as you begin to picture the impressive equine dong the demoness had earlier. Your skin darkens somewhat as your own matching horse prick grows in, balls dropping to sway heavily beneath it, your tits growing as well as the upward prongs of your horns lengthen. "Get that thing away from me!" the elf shrieks, starting to thrash a bit. "Don't touch me with that filthy disgusting-!" She 'urks' softly as you squeeze around her neck, your fingernails pricking her throat a bit as they lengthen into claws.\n\n"I see, strictly into getting your muff munched by girls, huh? My my, someone is a particular and selfish bitch, aren't they?" you coo, shaking your hips a bit to rub your new prick back and forth across her round ass. "Funny thing, it's usually a pretty bad idea to tell someone who wants to make you miserable what you hate" you add with a snicker, giving a light thrust forward to bump your balls against her bare pussy. "'Cause now I'm gonna enjoy shoving this thing in you more than before!"\n\n"You... you wouldn't dare," she hisses, though it definitely lacks the confidence of before.\n\n"Oh, I definitely dare! I'm gonna fuck you right in your bitchy elf-"\n\n<hr>\n[[Pussy.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Mouth.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Ass.|MeanLove4x2]]

You nod. "Yeah, I guess there's a lot rattling around in my head right now."\n\n"Feel free to ask away. I'll try to answer anything I can."\n\n<i>(These are not branch choices, they're information about the story and the NPC. You can come back to this page after you've asked a question, or skip it if you've played this storyline before.)</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Did my answer earlier matter?|FemPalladium1x5a]]\n\n[[Does everyone get this chance?|FemPalladium1x5b]]\n\n[[Does this happen often?|FemPalladium1x5c]]\n\n[[Is all this yours?|FemPalladium1x5d]]\n\n[[What's your secret origin?|FemPalladium1x5e]]\n\n[[No, I think that's everything.|FemPalladium1x6]]

Shrugging, you decide to just head on into the attraction. Giving the bored girl a polite nod, you step up to the large double doors at the entrance, and she gives a little shrug before pressing a button on the railing near where she's standing. The doors swing inward slowly with an overdone creaking noise that's obviously played from a speaker somewhere, and you step into the gloom of the entryway.\n\nThe entrance is a long hallway, with a few accoutrements on the wall to set the scene... a molded "antique" table with a candy bowl full of plastic eyeballs on it. (You snag one and put it in your pocket... there's nothing saying not to, so they must be free, right?) There's a plastic "antique" mirror on the wall showing projected ghost images, and doing a bad job of being a reflective surface otherwise. There's fake cobwebs on the corners and fake moans and chains clinking coming over speakers. Man, you hope the rest of this place is better than the entryway... though you have to admit that you are given a bit of a jumpworthy fright as the doors abruptly swing shut with an authentic-sounding <b>slam</b> behind you.\n\nYou head on forward, glancing aside at a tombstone-style sign on one wall reading 'Explore freely... AT YOUR OWN PERIL!' So apparently you can go wherever you can manage to go... it's a wonder they don't worry about people winding up in maintenance areas or something. Still, as you wander through the hallways, the wood paneling starts to look, well, a bit more like aged wood, the fake spider webs turn thinner and more spread out, making them look more like real webs, and the moaning and chains clinking becomes more muted and distant, making it sound... well, pretty damn creepy, actually. It's definitely starting to set the mood a lot better than the entryway did.\n\nYou walk along the hall a bit further until you notice that there are several doors and even some stairs you could take.\n\n<hr>\n[[The door on the left.|HHHMadSci1x1]]\n\n[[The door on the right.|HHHSpider1x1]]\n\n[[Stairs leading up.|HHHVamp1x1]]\n\n[[Keep going forward.|HHH2x2]]

Deciding you want to go in a bit further before you start just opening doors willy-nilly, like some overeager kid, you pass the various options up and just walk further down the hall.\n\nThey keep it very dim in here, surprisingly so... after all, you'd figure a place like this would have a lot of butt-covering safety procedures. But in fact the only light seems to be coming from authentic candles on the wall, pale white wax piled around their bases and even dripping to the floor in places, the flames flickering in unfelt breezes or even occasionally guttering in their own liquid wax. In spite of your confidence that this is all just a theme park attraction, your heart starts pounding harder at the thought of the candles going out and leaving you in this increasingly authentic old mansion hallway in the dark. Especially since those distant moans and chains clanking are doing a good job of sounding like they're <i>moving</i> now, occasionally drawing closer in the hallway behind you before suddenly stopping with the sound of a slamming door, as if... well, as if it were an actual person (or something) that had taken one of the passages you hadn't.\n\nYou're not sure whether that makes you more or less eager to take one of the paths you see now, but you're definitely in the mood by now. Besides, you're starting to wonder how much scarier it could get... or if you might wind up going all the way through without seeing something really cool.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the door on the right.|HHHMaint1x1]]\n\n[[Take the stairs going down.|HHHMummy1x1]]\n\n[[Take the door on the left.|HHHTorture1x1]]\n\n[[Keep going!|HHH2x3]]

Psh, like you'd really be afraid! Sure, you jumped a little when there was a shrieking howl from somewhere behind you, but just because it was so sudden! Geez, they really ought to lead into that sort of thing, someone might think it was real!\n\nYou keep walking, and soon find yourself in a sort of... you guess they called this kind of place a "sitting room". Y'know, what they called living rooms before there were TVs or radios to make it worth living in. The weird thing is, it looks... well, real. Like, the furniture is actually wood and cloth and looks pretty old, the bookshelf seems to be stocked with authentic books, the fire in the fireplace looks like actual logs burning. More than that, there are tall windows and doors on either side that lead outside. It was early morning when you went in, but it looks like late night now, and you know you haven't been in here that long. But it really does look like the outside, one side looking out on some sort of overgrown, ill-tended garden atrium, the other on a backyard that, to judge by the stone shapes sticking up and reflecting grey stone in the light of a full moon, is more of a graveyard.\n\nHow are they even managing this? It doesn't look like there are just screens over the windows... there's too much depth and clarity, and the sound of water bubbling in the algae-infested fountain is too perfect to just be targeted speakers (you think). There's apparently nothing to stop you from walking through either door. You find yourself eyeing said doors a bit nervously, catching yourself worrying that something might come in through them. You make yourself calm down, taking a few deep breaths to slow your heart. Even if something came through, it'd just be a park employee in a costume, right? ... Right?\n\n... Right. Anyway, you spot another hallway entrance across the room, obviously the way to continue on further into the haunted house. Though there can't be <i>that</i> much further to go... can there?\n\n<hr>\n[[Check out the atrium.|HHHAtrium1x1]]\n\n[[Visit the graveyard.|HHHGraveyard1x1]]\n\n[[Look at the books.|HHHBookshelf1x1]]\n\n[[Nap on the couch.|HHHCouch1x1]]\n\n[[Head down the other hallway.|HHH2x4]]

So you're on your feet most of the day in most kinds of weather. It's still pleasant work outdoors, they pay you well and even pay for a very nice apartment nearby, leaving you with more of your own money to spend. You get to meet lots of new people every day...\n\n... and fuck most of them, you think with a smirk as you finish posing for a picture with a father and teenage daughter, him with a visible hardon and her with stiff nipples in reaction from you making sure to press your tits against them while doing the 'mascot hug' with one on each side. You hope they'll make some sort of advance on you so you can steer them into an alley, but sadly they go scuttling off instead. You sigh slightly. Oh well... maybe they'll wind up with each other instead, you think with a snicker as you turn and flounce off down the walkway.\n\nSure, you were a little leery at first. A theme park mascot? What sort of theme park hires a shemale Mai Shiranui? But this one does, apparently. Somehow the costume they gave you keeps your cock hidden until you're ready to reveal it... and you get to reveal it often, as 'taking care of' the guests is one of your primary directives. Not only that, but there are plenty of other extremely attractive mascots (male, female, and other) that you get to fuck and be fucked by on a regular basis. It's basically a little sexual paradise, and walking around the park in your skimpy outfit for eight hours a day six days a week is a pretty sweet tradeoff.\n\nYou pause as you spot a rather scruffy-looking teenage boy, apparently all by himself, off in the distance and looking around. You're not sure if he's spotted you yet, but you grin and flick your tongue along your lips. He's really cute...\n\n... he'd be cuter on his knees with your cock down his throat.\n\n<b>Cosplay Casbah</b> end - <i>Secret Origins, Part One</i>

While not nearly as versed in weird mystical stuff, you have a lot more confidence in Tofu's ability to keep a secret... and to not try and extract any weird promises from you in return from helping. It does mean you'll need to wait until tomorrow to go see him, but you can fake your way through one night of being a girl for no particularly good reason. Though several people do ask what you're so nervous about.\n\nThe next day you're sitting on Tofu's examination table in your boxers, squirming as he looks over a chart and rubs his chin. "Well, it's extremely early, but yes, I think you might be pregnant."\n\n"W-whaaat?!" you splutter, sitting upright.\n\n"Your ki flow would seem to indicate it, besides the fact that you can't change back. I've always hypothesized this might happen..."\n\n"Well thanks for sharing the hypothesis, Doc!"\n\n"I didn't think it would come up," he replies with a shrug. "But yes, I would say that it's unlikely you'll be able to change back until you've given birth... if then, we'll have to wait and see."\n\nYou look aside, gnawing at your thumbnail. The issue of turning back into a guy aside, this is going to go down badly, to put it mildly. There's the issue of your parents, your fiancees, Soun... okay, you're fairly certain most of them wouldn't kill a pregnant woman, but still. You still might get kicked out, nevermind having to raise a kid on your own even if you don't. What do you do?!\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll have to run away.|FRanX]]\n\n[[You'll have to get a guy.|FRanX22x7]]

Even if they are vampiric demon-dogs, the stories make it clear that chupacabras are basically no more dangerous than a feral dog. You wouldn't recon the local dog pack, why bother with these things? So thinking, you pull on your lightweight body armor and your night vision glasses, then attach various rifles and handguns to your combat harness before draping your coat over all of it. Time to go kill some monsters.\n\nYou first head to the local sheep farm, doing your best to avoid the guard you saw in the bar earlier. It's not exactly difficult, he and his fellows are hunkered down in the guardhouse... you think patrol consists of someone poking their heads out occasionally and taking a very quick look back and forth.\n\nSoon you come upon a mutilated sheep. You kneel down and examine it... throat's ripped, been chewed a bit you think, but it does look like there's less blood than there should be. You notice that one of the sheep's hooves has a smear of glowing green on it... looks like it got a piece of the chupacabra that attacked it. Spotting some tracks, both scuff marks and blood trail, you follow them into the greenery nearby, the farm soon lost behind you. You lead the way with one of your rifles, watching the darkness for any sign of motion. You're not sure what one of these things even looks like, after all.\n\nThat question is answered soon enough. You arrive at a stream to find what has to be the chupacabra taking a drink from it, its long, glowing green tongue lashing through the water. It's definitely monstrous-looking... its skin is a flat, inky black, though chitin might be a better word for it, since it looks rather hard and textured. It's got a long body, broad in the shoulders and tapering as it goes back, just a stub of a tail, its legs short and stocky, ending in feet with splayed claws. Its head is rather round, with no real muzzle to speak of, just a maw that opens up and shows glowing green inside, its "lips" shaped like sharp fangs, its eyes glowing green slits. Its back is covered in a number of long, thick spines, marked with distinct bioluminescent green patterns. A vaguely hoof-shaped mark on its shoulder drips glowing green blood down its foreleg. It looks like it's about the size of a large dog, like a fully-grown German Shepherd, maybe bigger.\n\nOf course, you weren't exactly trying to be subtle, so when you come walking out of the trees it yanks its head up and towards you. The spines on its back begin shaking, banging against its back and each other to produce an intimidating rattling sound to go with its growl. Its eyes and the patterns on its spine all turn red, its mouth and the wound on its shoulder remaining green. Either being injured has put it in an aggressive mood or that's natural for it, either way you've got a fight on your hands.\n\nYou fire a quick burst at it, but it's already in motion, leaping and rolling to one side, stopping its roll instantly with those wide-spread claws. You're expecting it to charge you, and are taken by surprise when it <i>jumps</i>, those stumpy legs propelling it like a grasshopper in a high arc towards you. An animal or an unarmed human would probably be taken completely defenseless by that, but despite your surprise you're armed and trained to react. You whip up your gun and fire a long burst on automatic, a fair bit of the beast's lower half disappearing in splatter of glowing green goo. It shrieks in pain, but the fight's not completely out of it yet. As it comes down on you, its tongue lashes out, slicing along your hand and knocking the rifle out of it as it slams to your chest and knocks you on your back.\n\nYou quickly shove both your hands against the underside of its head, trying to keep it from biting the front of your skull off. Gritting your teeth as the monster shrieks and thrashes and rattles its spines above you, you force it further up and then risk dropping one hand away, letting it bring its weight down on the other one. Grabbing your blended-metal knife from its sheath (the swirly patterns aren't to look pretty, they're because it's got a little bit of almost every metal known to hurt one supernatural beast or another), you plunge it into the chupacabra's neck repeatedly, the thing's shrieks turning into gurgling spatters that launch green blood all over your face. Blech.\n\nFinally it slumps completely still atop you, and you give it just a few more stabs to be sure before eventually shoving its immense weight off of your chest. You get to your feet somewhat shakily, eyeing your kill. You'd like to take it back to base to dissect it, but for one thing you've pretty thoroughly destroyed a fair portion of it, for another there's no way you could carry its heavy ass through town covertly. Though the fight was short, it was more brutal and dangerous than you were expecting, and you really hope this chupacabra was the only one in the area as you gather your things and make your way back "home".\n\nOnce you've undressed and cleaned off, you realize you didn't come out of the encounter just getting slimed and bruised. There's a long, shallow cut along part of your hand where the chupacabra's tongue sliced clean through your kevlar weave glove. You frown as you flex your hand... doesn't hurt more than a normal cut might. Maybe stings just a little bit. Hardly the worst wound you've ever had. Still, it is from an unknown creature...\n\n<hr>\n[[Just put some antiseptic on it and wrap it up, it'll be fine.|JaceChupaplaceholder]]\n\n[[Get a little more aggressive, use some of the anti-disease potions you have.|JaceChupaplaceholder]]\n\n[[Can't take any chances!|JaceChupaplaceholder]]

"S-sorry, I'm just kinda out of it I guess, maybe I'm already thinking of summer?" you reply lamely, giving him a sheepish grin. \n\n"What, got plans or something?" he asks, frowning a little still.\n\n"I mean, maybe, it's sort of up in the air?" Once you've said it, you latch onto it. "Yeah, I mean, there's this thing I'm looking forward to, but not really sure if it's gonna happen, y'know, with grades, and parents saying yes, all that stuff, I'm just distracted thinking about it."\n\n"Oh, I get it, one of those 'get all A's and we'll got to Worldland' sorta deals." Kevin nods in complete understanding now, and you try not to let out too gusty of a sigh of relief as he finishes filling in the blank spots of the excuse you were giving him. "Yeah I get how that could distract you. Good luck on it, dude!"\n\n"Y-yeah, thanks!"\n\nWhile 'all A's' isn't really your goal, you do manage your usual decent(-ish) grades as you wrap up the year. You walk in the door, feeling relieved to at least no longer have to deal with hundreds of other people being around you all day, and notice that your mother's just hitting a button on her phone. "Oh, hello dear, you just missed your brother calling. He said that the two of you had such a good time on spring break, that it might be good to spend the whole summer with him!" She sighs dramatically, resting a hand against her cheek. "I'd miss you terribly if you were gone for three months..." Then smiles brightly. "But it's not like you're <i>that</i> far away, plus it's so good that you and your brother are finally connecting."\n\nYou fight to suppress your blush. If she only knew how you were 'connecting'. And... for that matter, maybe it isn't such a good idea to go back. After all, look how confused and weird you feel after one weekend. He wants to spend the <i>whole summer</i> like that? Seems dangerous... for your normal life, at the very least.\n\n<hr>\n[[Visit Will for the summer.|QOBro2x5]]\n\n[[Pass.|QOBro]]

Yeah, who are you kidding? You've been pretty definitively proven wrong on the idea that your brother can't fuck someone into being a cock addict, because here you are scooting down his body, turning a bit to the side as you wrap a hand around his shaft and start stroking it lightly. You only have a fairly general idea of what to do, but it's enough to get started, leaning your head in and starting to lick at his balls, flicking and rolling your tongue around as you feel him hardening in your hand. It tastes good, you think to yourself, suckling at his sack and closing your eyes to concentrate on the taste, the feel of your brother's balls against your lips and tongue, his prick starting to throb in your hand. \n\nThe first indication you have that he's awake is when his hand grips your ass and squeezes, making you moan softly against his balls. Still, it encourages you to move up and drag your tongue up your brother's shaft, flicking it a few times at the head. You mmf a little as Will leans forward and lifts you some, but just enough to move you so that you're laying between his spread legs, and giving you a tug so that you have better access. Then his strong hand strokes and pets your hair as you resume licking at his shaft, giving it soft sucks, gradually turning those into little kisslike sucks as you figure that one out. When you finally slide your mouth over the head, Will's hand firms on your head, and every time you move down he exerts a gentle pressure, helping you press further down on him as you take more and more of his dick into your mouth. You gag some as it presses against your throat, but with Will's guidance you're soon slipping it inside, slipping lower and lower until your lips are around the root of his cock and his balls are against your chin.\n\nYou spend some time deep-throating your brother's cock, listening to him moan and murmur encouragement to you, and falling further in love with the feel of his big fat cock sliding over your tongue and bulging your throat. Finally though he pulls you back, urging you backwards until his cock slides out of your mouth and lightly thumps against your face, leaving you gasping and moaning with your mouth open as his load splatters all over your face and into your bangs. \n\nSeveral minutes after that, the two of you are in the shower... with you leaning against the wall, moaning and gasping and begging for more as he fucks you under the hot spray of water. After that, thw two of you head to the kitchen for breakfast... which winds up with you on your back on the kitchen table, legs V'ed against his chest as he fucks you, his thrusts making the spoons rattle in the cereal bowls. And that winds up being pretty much the entire weekend... like you'd originally worried, you don't do a lot of talking, but that's mostly because every time the two of you calm down, clean up, rest for about an hour, and start to do something normal, it turns into you gulping his cock down your throat, or being bent over and having it shoved into your ass, or you writhing on the bed as he sucks your nipples and fingers your hole.\n\nThe day comes when you're due to return home, and the car ride back to your parents' is quiet and somewhere between awkward and sexually-charged. But this time the two of you manage to hold off, and soon you're being wrapped in a tight hug by your mother, then watching her give Will one as well. "So did you boys have fun? What did you do?" she asks cheerfully, apparently not noticing as you start blushing.\n\n"Eh, we mostly hung around the apartment, screwing around," Will answers with a casual grin. The wording almost makes you faint, but all your mother does is lightly smack him on the arm for his (ridiculously mild) profanity. He turns and reaches out to ruffle your hair, though you suck in a soft gasp as he sneaks in a light tug on it. "I'll seeya later, bro, okay?"\n\n"Y-yeah, later," you answer, waving.\n\nYou lay in bed that night, stroking your stiff cock and trying to sort out your thoughts. Now, back home in your own bedroom, you feel weirdly disconnected from the whole weekend. Not only did you have sex for the first time, you had it a <i>lot</i> of times. With a guy. Specifically, your brother. It almost doesn't feel real. And yet there's no denying that you can't quite get off until you find a position where you can start fingering your own ass, moaning softly into the pillow as you imagine instead that it was Will's fat cock.\n\nThe next day you're back to school again, though not for long... Deviville's spring break and summer vacation are barely two months apart. Still, the return to complete normalcy and routine strikes an even deeper disconnect between that weekend's events and 'real' life, and you feel like you're going through it all in a daze. Part of which may be because you find yourself trying not to stare at other guys' crotches or fantasize about them. You still notice girls plenty, but it's like with the guys, your fantasy now takes off and runs wild... maybe because you have a very vivid idea of what sex with them is actually like. You must be showing it, because as the school year starts to draw to a close, your friend Kevin tugs you aside in the hallway one day.\n\n"Hey, man, what's up?" he asks, frowning a little, sandy blonde hair drifting across his forehead, the combination of concerned expression, handsome face, and his proximity making you fight not to bite your lip in arousal. "Is everything alright?"\n\n"Um... whaddya mean?" you prevaricate, glancing away.\n\n"I mean, you've been really out of it lately. Plus it feels like you're kind of avoiding me or something. What is it? Did something happen to you, did I do something, what?"\n\n<hr>\n[[It's nothing!|QOBro2x4]]\n\n[[You'll, uh... "explain" in private.|QOBro]]

"I don't believe that you're some sort of... sex god," you reply, emboldened by your two-light-beers state, even poking your tongue out at him. "I don't think you can really fuck someone so good that they'll... that they'll get like, addicted to your dick! Or something!"\n\nWill quirks an eyebrow, lips pursing slightly. "Oh yeah? It's true, though, I'm telling you. It's just the facts, man, can't deny the facts."\n\n"O-oh yeah?!" you bluster, not even sure where you're going with any of this at this point. "Well... prove it, then!"\n\n"... Hm. Okay," Will answers, reaching over to pluck the beer can out of your hand and setting it aside.\n\nThen he's pulling you, smoothly but firmly, off of the couch and onto the floor, turning you around and then bending you forward until your shoulders are on the floor and your ass is in the air. Your brain's short-circuited and can't really process what's happening, even as he tugs your boxers down around your knees, letting your half-hard cock dangle bare between your thighs. "W-wha?" you stammer dumbly, not quite sure what's going on, just hearing the sound of something being uncapped and a bit of a wet, squelching noise. Then your eyes widen at the feel of something slick, hot, and hard pressing up against your asshole... before they sink closed with a moan as your brother's cock starts sliding into your ass.\n\nYour hands press to the floor on either side of your head, your body shuddering as Will's dick slips deeper and deeper into your ass. You've never even considered sex with a guy before, and yet it feels amazingly good, spreading you wide open, throbbing faintly inside you. And the deeper he pushes into you, the harder your own cock gets, until it's soon throbbing as well as it juts below your belly, a drop of pre forming at the end. You gasp out loudly as Will starts a slow stroking of his hips, now pulling his cock back a little before thrusting it gently in deeper, gradually lengthening the thrusts until finally he's buried in you, fucking you, his balls lightly slapping against yours as his strong hands grip your hips. "F-fuuuuck," you groan out, shuddering. "You're... you're really... you're really big," you gasp, which probably shouldn't be the proper response to getting bent over and fucked in the ass by your own brother, but it's certainly all you can think of at the moment.\n\n"Mmm, and you're really nice and tight," Will coos in reply, his hips moving in a slight roll as he thrusts, making his cock move and shift inside you and his balls thump against you a bit more firmly. He runs his hands up your sides and over your back, making you twitch and shiver at the extra stimulation, your cock bouncing beneath you with the motion of your thrusts and sending little sparkling streamers of pre flitting through the air. His hands slide back to your hips, firming up and tugging you back against his thrusts lightly, making you gasp out with every thump of his hips against your ass seating his cock a little more deeply inside you. "How's that, huh? My cock's so good it can turn a straight boy gay, how about that?"\n\nYou want to deny him, you really want to say that you are straight, that this is wrong, that you can't believe he'd do something like this. The problem is that your cock is <i>achingly</i> hard from feeling his big fat prick pumping into your ass, and his strong hands feel so good gripping you and urging you to fuck back against him, and the longer he fucks you the more you want him to cum in you. You can't say anything back anyway, as you're far too busy moaning and gasping, your body shivering. And eventually, you cry out, your ass squeezing tightly around him, making him feel even bigger and thicker inside of you, as your cock starts spurting fat splatters of thick white cream all over the floor without ever once having been touched, purely from the feel of your brother's hard dick pounding your ass.\n\nYou breathe hard, shuddering, feeling Will sliding out of you, your ass twitching a little, and a brief but deep sadness coming over you that you no longer have a big, hard dick in your butt. But then Will is pulling you with him as he sits back down on the couch, settling with his legs spread, and then pulling you right back onto him. You moan long and low as he guides you back onto his cock and gives you little tugs to get you into position with your hands on the couch arm and the back of it, feet lightly braced. Though his hands start urging you to move, this time it's you doing a fair bit of the work as you bounce yourself on top of him. Any thoughts of how this is wrong or against your orientation have fled your mind, awash in the simple pleasure of getting fucked by a really nice fat cock. You throw your head back, moaning shamelessly and working your hips eagerly as you ride your brother's dick, your own still-stiff cock bouncing and shaking as your balls slap down against his. His hands alternately roam over your back, your ass, your sides, your chest, fingertips toying with your nipples, hands squeezing your butt, and gripping your hips to urge you to slam down on his prick harder. "Yes, yes, fuck, yes," you gasp out thoughtlessly, riding Will's cock until you're moaning and spurting more long streamers of white jizz through the air to splatter onto the hardwood floor. \n\nYou're barely even aware of the transition from the couch to the bedroom. It's more like one moment you're twitching and moaning, grinding your ass down on top of his lap as your cock dribbles out the last of your second load, and then you're dropping onto your back on the large bed your brother shares with his fiancee. He pushes your legs up and forward, letting them rest over his toned upper arms, the position lifting your ass up off the bed. Then he's pushing into you again, fucking you, fucking you like a <i>girl</i> with your legs spread and looming above you. You moan and gasp out, seeing his very handsome, very male face looming over you as he fucks you, takes you. Because unlike the last position, here you have no power, you can only grip the sheets and let him fuck you however long and hard he wants to fuck you, and it feels so good, you just want him to keep fucking you over and over. Your lips are parted, your every breath coming out as a soft little cry of pleasure as you look up at his smug grin, knowing he's made you love every minute of having his cock in you. As much as anything the thought of how thoroughly he's dominated you makes you cum again, your third load spattering over your own belly, chest, and even your face, though this time Will moans as well, his eyes sinking closed as he presses hard against you, his cock twitching and shuddering in the squeezing sheath of your ass as something warm and thick fills you. Your eyes roll up, your body twitching, as an entirely distinct kind of orgasm from the ones before rushes through you, almost making you white out. You slump limply even as he releases you, barely aware of something cool and wet being repeatedly wiped over your body before you fade from intense orgasm afterglow into sleep.\n\nWhen you wake up, you find you're curled naked against Will's side, your brother sprawled out on his back asleep. His limp cock is also flopped out against his belly... you're guessing from the state of it, yourself, and what you vaguely remember before passing out, he must have cleaned the both of you up a bit before he went to sleep as well. You flush brightly as more and more of what happened last night comes back to you, with ever greater clarity. Your brother... fucked you. He fucked your ass, all night long. ... And you enjoyed it.\n\nClearly, you've got to...\n\n<hr>\n[[Get out of the room.|QOBro]]\n\n[[Get out of the apartment.|QOBro]]\n\n[[Suck that fat cock.|QOBro2x3]]

"I wouldn't mind doing something to cool off, I'm kinda sweating," you half mutter, hoping he'll suggest going to a pool or a movie or at least actually turning on the AC.\n\nInstead, grinning as he does it, Will starts pulling off his shirt. "Alright, if you're overheated, feel free to strip down and get comfortable."\n\n"W-what?" you half-squeak.\n\n"Kat and I go around wearing barely anything all the time. Of course it's usually pretty cold in here when we do, but any negative effects on me are balanced out by the positive ones on her," he adds with a snicker as he undoes his jeans and wiggles them down, before settling comfortably onto the couch, now wearing nothing but a pair of snug grey boxer-briefs. The bulge at the crotch of them is obvious, and a little envy-inducing... he hit the lottery there too?! But he's watching you with a sort of lazy, expectant grin that's somehow also managing to egg you on.\n\nTaking a (perhaps slightly too large) gulp of your beer, you set it aside and pull off your shirt, then, even more reluctantly, wiggle out of your jeans. Soon you, too, are sitting in nothing but your looser boxers, squirming a little at the feel of the couch's material on your bare back and thighs. Hoping that it will help you with your embarrassment, you pick up the can again, taking a sip that's closer to being a gulp like the last one.\n\n"See? There you go, cooler already!" Will says in an encouraging tone, that indicates you haven't become cooler just in temperature. "Slow down though, little brother, don't wanna wind up chugging that thing."\n\nYou do try to be a little more mindful of taking small sips, though Will doesn't seem quite so slow and measured with his own drinking. By the time you start your second light beer, he's on his third can of the microbrew stuff, though the drinking has apparently allowed you both to unwind and start actually talking to each other. Unfortunately for your embarrassment factor, Will soon gets comfortable enough that his own side of the conversation turns to sex.\n\n"I'm telling you, you should totally fuck that Maya girl," he insists, pointing at you with one finger of the hand holding his beer can. "She had it bad for you even before I left home, and now, when she's got even more intense teenage hormones blowing through that hot goth body and those big teenage tits of hers? I bet you could just whip it out and show it to her, and in half a second she'd be on her knees putting a black lipstick kiss around the base of your dick, little dude."\n\nYou flush and squirm uncomfortably... both at the turn the conversation's taken, and that the imagery has you half-hard, a fact which is far too apparent with you in just your underwear for your taste. You gulp at your beer again in lieue of trying to come up with an answer, though at this point Will seems content enough to just keep talking.\n\n"I mean, that's basically how it was with Kat, when we hit it off. Second date, I brought her back here, we chatted, then without a word, off came my pants, and without a word, there she goes, worshiping my nuts with her mouth," he declares proudly. Geez, so this is what he's like with alcohol in him? He's usually much more smooth and charismatic, not... blunt. But apparently that's not the end of it, since he proceeds to set down his beer and hook his thumbs into the briefs, lifting his ass briefly as he peels the boxers down and off, tossing them aside before settling back, spreading his legs slightly to display his bare cock and balls. He's apparently smooth-shaven, your shocked mind wondering if Katrina takes care of that for him, his long, thick shaft jutting out a bit half-hard. You watch in stunned silence as he wraps a hand around it and starts stroking it slowly. "I mean, that's just how it is, little bro, you give a girl a really good fucking on the regular, she practically gets addicted to it. Kat walks around mostly naked because she's ready to be bent over any time I feel like it, she's just trying to encourage me. You could have Maya the same way in no time. I'll give you some pointers, not to tug my own horn," he adds with a snicker, hand twisting lightly as he strokes his now fully-hard cock. "But I can fuck like nobody's business, I'll give you a few pointers, yeah?"\n\n"I don't believe it," you mutter without thinking, shaking your slightly bleary head as you speak.\n\n"Whassat?" Will blinks, looking over at you more intently, continuing to slowly tug on his stiff prick as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "What don't you believe, little bro?"\n\nYou didn't really expect him to hear you... actually, you didn't really expect to say anything. You actually have to take a moment to dig through your intoxication to find what you did mean.\n\n<hr>\n[["I don't believe Maya has the hots for me."|QOBro]]\n\n[["I don't believe Katrina's some sort of cock addict."|QOBro]]\n\n[["I don't believe you're that good at fucking."|QOBro2x2]]

Forcing your mind back to matters at hand, you turn towards the assembled scientists and staff, grinning broadly. "Well, everyone, this is an unmitigated success, I'd say. We've proved that now, not only are the depths and heights of the entirety of our own planet open to us, but even the chill void of space cannot stop humanity. Whether that phrase fills you with hope or dread, we as scientists have fulfilled our purpose... we have advanced the abilities of mankind. What we do with it from there will only be known in the history books of our descendants."\n\nThere's a great deal of applause from the audience... it is made up mostly of scientists, after all. There's renewed applause as Gregory, looking like himself once again after a trip through the exit airlock and wearing a robe, steps into the room, blushing a bit and accepting handshakes and slaps on the back. There's more than a bit of teasing about just what sorts of changes he visibly went through, making him blush worse and worse until you and Gloria cooperate to "rescue" him from amidst the crowd.\n\n"Come on, you lot, Gregory needs a quick checkup to make sure everything's back to the way it should be," you chide everyone cheerfully as you lead him along. "I'll bring him right back, I promise." \n\n"I'll come along too. To help," Gloria pipes up, scampering along with you. The two of you exchange a quick glance, then a bit of a grin and a nod in agreement before leaving the room flanking the hero of the hour. You lead him down the hall and into the nearby medical lab, making sure the door is set to lock behind you. The moment you and Gloria hear the *click* of the lock, you both fall to your knees in front of the surprised Gregory and lean forward, your mouth sliding over his soft shaft and starting to suckle at it, while Gloria presses her lips to his sack, tongue flicking and rubbing at the loose skin, both of you looking up to watch his face as he begins to moan.\n\nSurprised he might be, but obviously not displeased as he rests one hand on your head and the other on Gloria's. His cock hardens into your mouth as you bob over it, feeling it grow and thicken between your lips. You slip around to the side as Gloria moves up, both of you moving in different directions and working your tongue over the hard pole. You manage to shimmy your way out of your lab coat and button-up shirt without disrupting your licking too much, even undoing your pants and wiggling them down over the curve of your ass and hips to bare your snug blue panties, bought to match the lacey blue bra you're wearing. Gloria has much the same idea, though she's got fewer options, being dressed in a sweater, skirt, and stockings; even so, she manages to get the skirt completely off, leaving her sex faintly visible through the dark black material of her pantyhose.\n\nTaking some initiative after several minutes of such attention, Gregory pulls you to your feet and bends you over one of the conveniently lowered beds. Obviously quite worked up himself by this point, he yanks your panties down and then plunges into you, his cock spearing into your utterly sodden sex hard and deep, making you moan gratefully. He begins thrusting in smooth, easy strokes, his hands working at your ass that has the fullness of a mature woman coupled with the perkiness and firmness of a teenager, his fingers kneading the flesh adoringly. Then he leans forward, sliding his hands under you to yank down the cups of your bra and fill his hands with your tits, kneading and squeezing them just as eagerly.\n\nYou turn your head as he leans his in, managing a rather lewd, mostly-tongues kiss as he fucks you from behind. You can feel Gloria tugging at your pants and shoes and yank on your feet to help, planting them spread wide once they're freed so that Gregory can thrust into you deeper, his balls slapping against your clit. You're so thoroughly turned on from watching the experiment that it really doesn't take long before you're cumming, your pussy squeezing all around his length as he continues pumping into you relentlessly. You get a good four orgasms in before he squeezes your breasts hard and slams into you roughly, grinding his hips against your ass and groaning as he floods you with his load.\n\nHe pulls out and turns to find Gloria already naked and waiting, pushing him down onto his back on the floor. Before his cock's even had a chance to wonder if it's going to droop, she slides down on top of it and begins riding, her B-cups jiggling energeticly with the motion. You take a moment to undo your bra and toss it aside before straddling Gregory's face. Uncaring of the mess he just recently made, he begins tonguing and sucking at your pussy enthusiastically, and soon you and Gloria are both moaning and gasping eagerly, leaning forward to fondle and kiss one another as Gregory works you both through multiple orgasms.\n\nYou may not get back to the party for awhile, but it's definitely a great day for science.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|IPLA1xEnd]]

"If you were heading home, why don't we just go there?" you venture, just a little uncertainly.\n\n"Well, alright," she answers easily enough, turning back around and setting the car back into drive.\n\n'Is this some sort of... effect of breathing that stuff? Like the changes to my hair and eye color?' you muse, looking at your reflection in the window. That seems the most likely explanation. But while the only other person around is driving doesn't seem like the time to try and experiment.\n\n"What's your name?" you ask.\n\n"Angela Mallory," she answers easily, giving you a bit of a smile in the mirror.\n\nYou wait until she's pulled into the attached parking garage of a very nice-looking apartment building, getting out when she pulls into a nice wide parking space. She stands up, letting you get your first really good look at her. She's fairly tall, very pretty, fit in the way that someone who can afford both a really good personal trainer and dietician to maximize their look can be. She's wearing a black skirt-suit that shows off her hips, legs, and the cut of the jacket shows off full breasts hugged by a white silk blouse.\n\nShe shows you into the elevator, and you spend the ride up thinking little things at her... suggestions to scratch her ear, fold her arms, press one of the higher floor buttons, all of which she does without seeming to notice, or at least thinking that it's odd to do so. You notice that it does help to focus on her when you think the suggestions, she reacts much more easily when you do.\n\nEventually the elevator door opens and you follow her out and down the hall, and through a door into a large, opulent apartment. She puts her keys down, and starts to walk further in, when you decide to do a last few tests.\n\n'You want to order us a large pizza. Hawaiian.'\n\n"How does a pizza sound?" Angela says almost immediately, moving to the kitchen counter and picking up the phone. "Hawaiian okay with you?"\n\n'You want anchovies and spinach.'\n\n"I'm really craving one with anchovies and spinach on it, for some reason."\n\nSatisfied that no one would order such a pizza without mental influence, you focus on her and say, "Pepperoni and hamburger sounds better."\n\n"Pepperoni and hamburger it is," she answers smoothly, dialing the number.\n\nYou walk over and sink down onto the comfy black leather couch, just marveling for a moment. You really do have the ability to control minds! ... Now, the question is, what to do with it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Make her intensely attracted to you.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Make her your slave.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Make her ignore your presence entirely.|Palladium]]

"I really think I'd be better off with some training," you decide, ignoring Ydoncha's shoulders slumping and eyes rolling. "At least so that I know which buttons to push."\n\n"Well then! Step up on the beamer and I'll send you right over to the nearest Space Ranger Command training facility!" Captain Commander declares, apparently as enthusiastic as ever now that you've made up your mind. "Whatever helps contribute to the Space Rangers!"\n\nYou step onto the lit platform, watching as he works one of the console. Ydoncha gives you a little wave and blandly declares "So long" as you abruptly find yourself standing in the dark. You turn back and forth, before a calm, composed female voice says, "Welcome to SRC Training Facility #918. We're glad to have you here." The room begins flickering to life with blue-tinted holoscreens and bands of blue illumination on the floor and ceiling, enough to reveal a simple metal chair without padding resting in the center of a circular room. Part of the floor slides away, and a metal square with an open top rises up from it. "Please place all garments and items into the bin before being seated."\n\n"Uh... but I'm not wearing anything under this," you protest mildly, even though you have the feeling you're arguing with a computer.\n\n"Clothing can interfere with the scanning and assessment process," the voice replies back in that even, mildly cheerful, and slightly soothing tone. "Please place all garments and items into the bin before being seated."\n\nMaybe this is why Ydoncha was trying to convince you not to do training. Sighing, you pull off the helmet and drop it into the bin, tossing in the pistol as well before peeling your way out of the bodysuit. Hoping that this is an automated process and that no one's watching you shake your shoulders and wiggle your ass as you peel out of the tight garment, you finally dump it into the container as well, moving to settle gingerly into the chair as the bin retracts into the floor. At least it's not as cold as you were afraid it would be, though it's still chilly against your skin, especially your ass and sex, as you try to settle.\n\n"Please try to relax," the voice continues, probably because you start a little when two little mechanical arms swing out around from the back of the headrest and press against your forehead. "There will be no pain or discomfort during scanning and assessment." Well, that seems reassuring, since if it was going to be painful they'd say 'slight discomfort', wouldn't they? So you do your best to relax fully, slumping back against the chair. The screens in front of you light up a bit brighter, with a new one appearing that functions somewhat like a mirror. You blush a little at the sight of yourself sitting there naked with legs slightly spread (and perky nipples because hey, the chair is a bit cold after all), with information appearing at the edges of the screen. "Scanned identity, Cyan LaChance. Species, Human. Health and fitness rating, 85%. Aesthetic rating, 82%. Applicable knowledge and skill rating, 63%. Uploading statistics and checking openings. ... Preferred placement has been determined due to system flags. Decided occupation: Personal secretary."\n\n"What? Hey, no, I'm supposed to be trained to be a badass Space Ranger!" you protest, trying to sit up and pull the thing off your forehead... only to find that your body doesn't so much as twitch. "HEY! Why can't I move?!"\n\n"For your safety, motor control has been disabled until training is complete," the computer voice answers just as calmly, brightly, and soothingly as ever. "Secretarial training will now begin. ... Error. Designation has been flagged as inappropriate for role. New designation has been chosen from table of approved designations." You watch as 'Cyan LaChance' is deleted letter by letter on the screen, replaced by six characters as the voice continues, "New designation, Brandi."\n\n"That's bullshit! My name isn't Brandi, it's Brandi!" Your eyes widen, a tingle of something like terror running through you. "No, no, I'm Brandi! My name is Brandi! Stop it, no, my name isn't Brandi, I'm Brandi!"\n\n"Full scan of mental profile now available," the voice coos, as a list pops up on the left side of the screen detailing a number of obviously recognizable things about yourself. Then you stare with horror as a separate set of traits pops up on the other side. "Occupation profile loaded. 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class="tg-naz3">Empowered</td>\n <td class="tg-yp4a"><span style="color:rgb(52, 255, 52);background-color:rgb(52, 255, 52)">||||||||||||||||</span><span style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255);background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">||||</span><span style="background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">45%</span><span style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255);background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">||||||||||||||||||||</span></td>\n <td class="tg-naz3">Subservient</td>\n <td class="tg-yp4a"><span style="color:rgb(52, 255, 52);background-color:rgb(52, 255, 52)">||||||||||||||</span><span style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255);background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">||||||</span><span style="background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">45%</span><span style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255);background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">||||||||||||||||||||</span></td>\n </tr>\n <tr>\n <td class="tg-naz3" colspan="2"></td>\n <td class="tg-naz3" colspan="2"></td>\n </tr>\n <tr>\n <td class="tg-35ha">HOBBIES</td>\n <td class="tg-yp4a"></td>\n <td 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style="background-color:rgb(52, 255, 52)">5</span><span style="background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">0%</span><span style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255);background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">||||||||||||||||||||</span></td>\n <td class="tg-naz3">Maintaining Beauty</td>\n <td class="tg-yp4a"><span style="color:rgb(52, 255, 52);background-color:rgb(52, 255, 52)">||||||||</span><span style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255);background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">||||||||||||</span><span style="background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">38%</span><span style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255);background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">||||||||||||||||||||</span></td>\n </tr>\n <tr>\n <td class="tg-naz3">Anime</td>\n <td class="tg-yp4a"><span style="color:rgb(52, 255, 52);background-color:rgb(52, 255, 52)">|||||||||||</span><span style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255);background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">|||||||||</span><span style="background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">33%</span><span style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255);background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">||||||||||||||||||||</span></td>\n <td class="tg-naz3">Celebrity Gossip</td>\n <td class="tg-yp4a"><span style="color:rgb(52, 255, 52);background-color:rgb(52, 255, 52)">||||||||||||||||||||</span><span style="background-color:rgb(52, 255, 52)">65%</span><span style="color:rgb(52, 255, 52);background-color:rgb(52, 255, 52)">||||||</span><span style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255);background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">||||||||||||||</span></td>\n </tr>\n</table>\n"No! No, don't! Please!" you beg. You can't really feel anything or sense any change, but as the ability to change your name so aptly illustrated, you have no doubt whatsoever that the little progress bars moving on either side of the screen absolutely represent what's going on inside your brain. You desperately try to recall how to play the last video game you played, only to find that you can't even remember its name, or what it looked like. You do, however, find yourself increasingly more knowledgeable on how to use your tongue to best effect on a man's cock, or his balls, and now his asshole as the 'Sexual Skills' bar rises further and further.\n\nYou at least assure yourself that you feel like yourself as the progress bars all hit 100%. At least, you think you do, you really wish someone would come along and tell you that you're still you. It can change your skills and what you know, but this horrible training thing can't change who you are as a person, right? Then you watch as the bars disappear, replaced by a different set of traits.\n\n"Now adjusting current and default emotional state. Deleting current emotional flags: Anxiety, Fear, Distress, Worry, Consideration of Future."\n\nYou blink a few times. Wow... suddenly you feel a lot better. Your racing heart slows and steadies, and you start to actually feel the relaxation that comes with your body being completely immobile and settled in the chair. What was the big fuss about, again? You have some recollection that you were upset before, but you can't really recall why. What's the big deal about having your identity rewritten anyway?\n\n"Now setting default state: Cheerful, Optimistic, Accepting, Eager to Please, Living for the Moment."\n\nYou start to smile, even letting out a bit of a giggle as the computer reads off your new personality. That's so nice! Actually this has turned out to be a really great process after all, and you honestly feel like whatever comes next, it will be great.\n\n"Adjusting base intelligence level from 'Near Genius' to 'Functional Idiot'."\n\nYou let out another giggle at that. Whatever the nice computer lady's reason for that, it must be helpful. "Like, thank you!" you chirp, hoping the nice computer lady has a really good day since she's been so totally awesome.\n\n"Beginning biological augmentation," the nice computer lady then announces.\n\n"What's that mean?" you ask cheerfully, only to give a soft 'oooooo' as a tingling feeling runs all through your body. You watch as your waist slims down somewhat, while your hips and ass expand, your buttocks starting to pillow somewhat against the metal seat of the chair as your legs lengthen and gain their own layer of curvaceous padding. Your hair fades from black to blonde as it lengthens and gains thick, lustrous waves, leaving just the dyed blue and purple at the tips. You giggle happily as your breasts start to expand, turning into large, almost artificially perky and firm globes. "Oh wow, my tiddies are, like, humongo!" you exclaim happily as they grow larger and larger, not stopping until they're practically eclipsing the size of your head, resembling big silicone boulders bolted to your chest. You smile as your lips puff up somewhat, turning full and darker red, all plump and ready to be wrapped around the first dick you come across.\n\n"Training is now complete," the nice computer lady says as the little robot arms swing away from your head. A doorway slides open in the wall as she continues, "You have been assigned to Senior Logistics Chief Bob Xic'akh'hchk. Please don your uniform and report for duty."\n\n"Okie-dokie!" you chirp, tossing off a jaunty salute as you get to your feet and trot eagerly into the next room. There's a bench with some folded-up clothes on it, and you quickly set about getting dressed, humming random notes as you sheath your legs in thigh-high white stockings, then pull on a white G-string that cups the full mound of your bare pussy and does absolutely nothing to hide your full, round ass. You pull on the white blouse and button it up, noting happily that it's designed to conform closely to the shape of your tits and show them off, as is the little blue short jacket that goes with it. (The tiny decorative blue tie does nothing at all to cover them either.) You wiggle your way into the very short, very tight blue cloth skirt, which grips your hips and ass mercilessly and isn't quite long enough to cover your panties no matter how you sit or stand, yay! Stepping into the high black heels and cooing at the way they force your legs and ass up and on display, you sashay easily over to the beamer pad thingy and step onto it, ready to begin your life as the best slutty secretary ever!\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGSR2xEnd]]

"Nah, I don't wanna do any of that crap," you announce, tucking your hands behind your head and turning to meander down the sidewalk again, slow enough that they'll hopefully get the idea to follow along. "Let's just spend all day fooling around."\n\n"... Eh?" both of them say in sync. They glance at each other, before looking back at you, Daisuke venturing, "When you say 'fooling around', you mean...?"\n\nYou pause and glance over your shoulder towards them. "As in screwing. Like, you guys fucking me." You tilt your head a bit, shifting your shoulders slightly so that your boobs jiggle. "You don't wanna?"\n\nBoth of them stay with their jaws on the pavement for a moment, before hurriedly scurrying over behind you. "Yeah! Yeah we're totally up for it!" Hiroshi blurts, fists lifted and eyes sparkling.\n\n"I mean, you never even wanted to show off naked for us before, what changed?" Daisuke adds as both of them follow along as you walk, the two of them starting to sport obvious tents.\n\n"Dunno, maybe I just feel like a bit of a different person today." You shrug a little, then glance at him. "Hey, Dai-kun, you've got money like usual, right?"\n\n"Well we were gonna go to the gaming parlor, so yeah."\n\n"Good, 'cause we need to buy-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-condoms."|FRanX]]\n\n[["-a decent love motel room."|FRanX22x5]]

Happosai twitches, but repeats quickly, ""I'll always be a shriveled old geezer!"\n\n"'I sure am jealous that Ranma is young and hot and I'm gonna croak any day now!'"\n\nYou can almost hear the arrogant old martial artist's teeth grind together, but he repeats eagerly enough, "I sure am jealous that Ranma is young and hot and I'm gonna croak any day now!"\n\nLaughing, you drop the hairpin in the dirt next to him and step back, reassured of the superiority of youth over experience. Happosai quickly snatches the hairpin from the dirt and jams it on his small lock of hair, and immediately disappears into a cloud of smoke with a loud *POMF*. You quickly cough and wave your hand around, trying to clear the smoke away, then blink when it gradually does, revealing that you're the only one left in the clearing. 'Where the hell did that little old fart go?' you think.\n\n"Why, I'm right here, my boy!" Except that the voice that says it is your own, and you have the distinctly strange sensation of your lips and jaw moving without your permission. Your eyes widen... or at least it feels like they should... as your hands move on their own, ripping your shirt open so that your tits bounce free, a force beyond your control moving your hands to start kneading them, the pleasurable sensations spreading through your body as you're forced to molest yourself, squeezing the supple flesh and pinching at the stiffened nipples. "Sweeto!"\n\n'What the hell?! How are you doing this?!' you demand in a panic, only feeling more fearful as your mouth doesn't move at the attempt to speak and one of your hands slides down the front of your pants to tease your moistened slit.\n\n"You should read your fairy tales more, Ranma! One of the abilities tanuki are said to have is the ability to possess people!" Happosai replies with your own mouth, laughing. Luckily he puts your hands to other use quickly, grabbing a canteen and a kettle, putting them over the fire. "So you see, I won't always be a shriveled old man, because now I'm <i>you</i>! Still, as fun as it is to fondle these tits all I want, it's a bit strange when I feel it too. I think I'll get you changed before I go pay sweet Akane a visit."\n\n'What?! No, not Akane! Not with my body!' you yelp silently.\n\n"Ohhh? You have a better idea?" Happosai sneers, tweaking one of your nipples and making you internally yelp.\n\n<hr>\n[[Convince him to choose another body.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Convince him to choose another girl.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

Soon you're in that love motel room, on all fours on the bed, moaning around Hiroshi's dick as Daisuke fucks you from behind. Your friend's hips slap against your ass, the impact enough to make your tits sway and jiggle under you, as well as pushing you forward onto Hiroshi a little each time. You roll your eyes up to watch Hiroshi's face, the less aggressive of your buddies biting his lower lip and only very lightly moving his hips, leaving you mostly to suck and lick at him as you will. Daisuke doesn't see to have much in the way of similar restraint, grabbing at your hips to thrust nice and hard, his balls swinging forward to slap your crotch. His hands wander up and down, stroking over the curve of your hips and squeezing your ass before sliding back to grip your waist.\n\nNeither of them has had any real martial arts training, but still, you can't exactly fault them for their stamina. Daisuke's already cum in you twice and is still nice and hard, his thick cock pumping into you and churning up the loads he's already dumped into your pussy. Hiroshi's held off longer, but he finally moans and spills his own first load into your mouth, leaving you to gulp and swallow it down... and do the same with his cock as he firms up his hand on the back of your head and finally starts putting a bit of force into his thrusts, pushing his prick into and down your throat. Your quagging gets even louder as Daisuke pulls out of your pussy, mingled boycum and girlcum dripping out of your parted pussylips, and pushes into your ass instead, not bothering to ask before taking you there... not that you mind.\n\nAfter a few minutes you give Hiroshi a push back and shift upright on your knees, before urging Hiroshi back in against your front, using one hand to guide his cock into your vacated pussy... where he almost immediately spills his second gush of cum the moment he's slid inside you. Not that it stops him from starting to thrust and grind against you, bare chest now pressing up against your large tits, the two of them running their hands up and down your sides as they sandwich you, their cocks rubbing together through the thin wall of flesh separating them as you moan and work your hips back and forth, one hand slid forward to rest on Hiroshi's ass, the other reaching back to encourage Daisuke even more.\n\nEventually you shift to riding Hiroshi, your tits bouncing heavily but energetically as you try to fuck him into the mattress, Daisuke standing on the bed in front of you to receive your oral attentions, your tongue and lips working his sack before you bring your head back and slide your mouth all the way down his pole in a single stroke. You hear Hiroshi moan and feel a shudder and warm rush from his cock as he floods you again. You give your hips a wiggle, then pull off Daisuke before lifting up and off Hiroshi. Moving to lay on your back, you grip your legs and easily fold yourself until your knees are on either sides of your tits. Daisuke takes the obvious invitation, moving you lay on top of you, chest rubbing on your stiff nipples and pressed-together tits as he begins pounding his cock down into you with his full body-weight, going full 'mating press' on your pussy. Hiroshi rests nearby, watching with wide eyes and stroking his own prick to help keep it at full stiffness until Daisuke's spilled inside you and moves away, leaving him to take his turn.\n\nThe three of you keep up the pattern of taking turns with the mating press position for a few hours, before finally finishing off your romp with you on top of Daisuke and leaned forward so that Hiroshi can push into your pussy as well, both of them thrusting and throbbing inside you, their cum mingling when they finally cum in you at virtually the same time. After the three of you spend awhile sprawled on the bed naked and smeared with various fluids, you notice the time and take a quick, cold rinse in the bathroom before dressing and scurrying out, leaving the boys to deal with it if they incur any overage charges for the room.\n\nIt's fairly well into the evening by the time you stroll into the Tendo home again, hands resting casually behind your head. Nabiki glances over from where she's lazing on the couch, raising an eyebrow. "You were out awhile, doing anything interesting?"\n\n"Just hanging out with Hiroshi and Daisuke," you reply breezily before heading for the bathroom.\n\nYou rinse off under the wall shower head, then get up and pad to the furo, easing one leg in before stepping in, sighing contentedly as you feel the warm water engulf your well-used pussy and ass, sinking down until your breasts bobble on the surface and you can close your eyes and lean your head back.\n\n"... Eh?" You blink a few times, then sit up quickly. "EHHHH?!"\n\nYou try dunking yourself a few times, but are forced to finally admit that you're not changing back. You've got to go see someone about this! Someone who might know... something!\n\n<hr>\n[[Cologne.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Doctor Tofu.|FRanX22x6]]

Still angry about that kick, you yank his arm up and around to twist him to the side and attempt to drive your knee into his crotch. But it would seem he's been waiting for something like that and isn't quite as dazed and helpless as he seemed. As your leg comes up his other hand snaps around and grabs the underside of your knee. With a yank of his hand and a roll of his body he sends you both to the mat, him coming down on top of you like a load of bricks. You feel the breath rush out of your body from the impact, and then one of his arms is pressing across your throat and shoulders with the full force of his weight, the other keeping your leg yanked into the air. You struggle, trying to get your hands on him, but are having trouble turning them enough. Dammit...!\n\n"<b>Acknowledge your defeat!<b>" The Dark Judge booms, raising one gauntleted hand to point a finger at you. "<b>Submit!</b>"\n\n<hr>\n[[Submit.|HellKore7x2]]\n\n[[Resist.|HellKore8x1]]

You realize his hold's just too good. If it were a normal fight with a referee, you'd be getting counted out right now anyway. Bleakly, you thump your hand on the mat twice before allowing your body to go limp. The ninja immediately releases his hold, rolling away from you and to his feet.\n\n"<b>You have lost, and in the first match.</b>" There's scorn in the Dark Judge's room-shaking voice. "<b>Such a pathetic showing demands a strong punishment.</b>"\n\nA quartet of servants is suddenly all around you, and they grab your limbs and lift you into the air, hauling you out of the room. You find yourself completely unable to resist as they carry you down the hallways, into a tucked-away little alcove in the right side of the temple. They stand you upright facing the grey stone wall and one yanks your shorts down, revealing your bare, toned ass and smooth-shaven pussy, while another one uses a small knife to cut away your top with clean, quick movements, your C-cups jiggling free as the supports are severed. Two of them link arms and reach under your knees to lift you up again, one moving around to take off your slippers. Then the two carry you right towards the wall.\n\nYour feet slide into it as if it were water, or more like thin mud. All you can do is widen your eyes in shock and fear as they keep sliding you into the supposedly solid stone, the Dark Judge's pronouncement apparently having rendered you unable to even scream. Everything goes dark as your face is pushed in, and you panic internally as you expect to begin suffocating. Except you don't, you realize after a few moments... you -can- breath, though you can feel the solidity of the wall all around you, firming into place and holding you trapped. The stone is completely rigid, conformed perfectly against your head, your arms, your legs, even your tits. You're not even sure your chest is moving when you breathe, you're held absolutely and perfectly still.\n\nTo judge by the difference in temperatures, your hips, ass, and pussy are all still jutting out of the wall. Almost immediately, you feel fingers starting to rub and squeeze the toned curves of your butt, and then to toy with your pussy. You can feel yourself becoming aroused, and you let out a moan that you can't hear. Whatever your punishment is, it apparently involves enjoying it as a strange man toys with your completely vulnerable and exposed sex. Soon fingers are replaced by the hard length of a cock, and again you moan out... or at least you think you do, again, you can't hear yourself any more than you can see or move. The cock in your pussy gives only a few thrusts before its owner apparently changes his mind and pulls out, and you feel it instead push into your ass and start pumping there instead.\n\nYou feel yourself on the edge very quickly, but then the pleasure plateaus, dragged out further and further and never hitting its peak. You're left unable to climax as he strokes his prick into your tight asshole again and again, and you scream silently in frustration, desperately wishing you could shake your hips back towards him to try and push yourself over the edge. But it's only when his cock shudders and begins filling your tight rear hole with liquid heat that you're able to cum yourself.\n\nThe other three take their turns, and again each time you're brought to that almost maddening stalemate before the rush of their seed grants you release. After four intense orgasms, you're left alone, able to feel nothing but some wet dribbles down your taint and along your pussylips, before even that is gone. You idly wonder if the magic has cleaned you up a bit or something. And you wonder it some more, alone in the empty dark, nothing but the occasional breeze on your exposed ass to remind you you're actually alive. You find it affecting your thoughts... your butt and your pussy are the only things you can feel, what if they're all you really are?\n\nAfter some time... you have no clue how long, it's impossible to judge when you're embedded in solid stone... you feel tentative fingers stroking over one of your buttocks. You gasp, feeling a rush of unwanted elation, as well as a healthy dose of humiliation. While you certainly didn't want the servants to fuck you, you had at least seen their faces, knew who they were and what they looked like. The man currently squeezing your ass and, now, pumping a finger into your traitorously eager pussy, is a complete unknown to you. Is he tall, short, black, white, fit, fat? You have absolutely no clue about him, other than that his cock isn't very long but is quite thick as he stuffs it into your dripping cunt and starts to fuck you.\n\nAs he pours his load into you after only a bare few strokes, and immediately giving you a mind-blowing orgasm, you realize you're going to have to get used to wondering.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over|HellKore7xEnd]]

Eh, you've had enough excitement for one day, probably best not to poke fate any more than you tend to do just by existing. Hanging out with your buddies seems like a safe option for not getting into too much trouble. You head towards the bus stop where they're standing... of course if they weren't your friends, you'd probably have trouble picking out their generically mildly handsome faces from any other pair of guys in the typical high-collared black school uniforms (don't these two have other clothes), one with tousled light brown hair and the other with somewhat more tamed dark brown hair. "Oyyyy, Hiroshi, Daisuke," you call.\n\n<img src=images/hiroshi.jpg><img src=images/daisuke.jpg>\n\n"Hey, it's Ranma!" Hiroshi calls, face lighting up.\n\n"Our favorite version of Ranma, too," Daisuke says with a bit of a smirk, which gets you to make a face at him.\n\n"Shaddup, you." You come to a stop in front of them. "What's up, guys?"\n\n"We were just on our way to try a new gaming parlor that I heard about," Daisuke explains, pointing at the bus stop sign. "It's supposed to have some really exciting stuff."\n\n"I think it sounds shady as heck myself," Hiroshi pipes up in a complaining tone, making a face. Then it brightens. "We should go check out the 'mystery house' on the edge of town! I bet if we were brave enough to find out some more about it, that would make us super popular with the girls! Besides, it won't steal all our money, like Daisuke's idea," he adds a bit sullenly.\n\nBoth you and Daisuke roll your eyes, then Daisuke leers a bit. "Well if you want to have some fun without spending any money, we could always go back to my place. I've got some new of <i>those</i> kind of videos to watch, y'know."\n\n"H-hey, I thought we weren't gonna talk about that," Hiroshi complains, shifting nervously. Perhaps expecting you to side with him, he looks at you hopefully. "Hey, Ranma, what do you think we should do?"\n\nDaisuke looks at you expectantly as well. They are kind of natural followers, after all, you're not too shocked they're expecting you to decide for them.\n\n<hr>\n[["Gaming parlor? Like, I can win money?"|FRanX]]\n\n[["I won't have anyone say I was scared of some dumb mystery house!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Yeah, sure, videos, whatever."|FRanX]]\n\n[["Can't you guys treat me to lunch first?"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Eh, all of that sounds boring, let's just fuck all day instead."|FRanX22x4]]

Deciding to go see what's up, you push away from the desk and stand, turning and heading out into the hallway. You arrive at your parents' door to find it closed... well, mostly closed. You're not entirely sure why, maybe it's just prudent recon to judge the lay of the land before deciding if you should really interrupt, but you lean up to the crack in the door and peek through.\n\nYou spot your mother standing near the bed, easily within your range of vision. She looks a lot like you, really, just a little taller, a bit fuller of figure, and her long hair obviously doesn't have any blue dye in it (though there was that one summer...). She's also dressed... well, fully, for one thing, but also fairly professionally, with a deep blue silk blouse, black mini-skirt, and black stockings. It may not be your style, but no one ever accused your Mom of not having any, but then, she is an artist (even if she's not the jobless layabout sort of artist). You blink a little as she tugs her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and starts unbuttoning it. Well, you shouldn't be too surprised that she wants to change clothes or shower after getting home from work, still, just a little weird to see it happening in the middle of the day, you guess. At least that's why you tell yourself you watch long enough for the blouse to come off and be dropped to the floor, revealing a (very stylish, natch) black bra holding up her full breasts.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her be.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Knock.|GGParent5x1]]\n\n[[Watch a bit longer.|GGParent4x2]]

You find yourself somehow transfixed, unable to look away as your mother unzips the side of her skirt and lets it drop. Well, that answers where you got some of your own taste in lingerie... despite her relatively conservative outerwear, she's wearing a sleek black satin thong to go with the bra, the edges of it embroidered with roselike designs. You can feel your face flushing a little as you continue to spy... okay so you may have had a fleeting thought once or twice in passing, here and there, but for some reason now that you're secretly watching your mouther undress it's like a wall's been smashed open and lewd imaginings about her are tumbling through your brain. \n\nShe reaches back to undo her bra, heavy breasts settling a little more as she slides it off and drops it as well. Your eyes roam over the full globes of them... they've got some drape, yeah, but they're definitely still pretty full and firm, and you've never been quite so jealous of your dad. Her nipples stiffen some in the cool air conditioned room, tits swaying some as she bends down to slide the panties off and step out of them, her full ass shaking a little as she gathers up the discarded clothes. She straightens up and sets them on the bed, then just stretches, arms lifted above her head, back arching to jut those tits out, her body clad in nothing but the see-through black thigh-high stockings she's wearing.\n\nYour breathing is hard to control, and you're almost afraid that she'll hear it. You get another look at those full, beautiful, mature tits as she turns around and pauses to check her watch before taking it off. God you're so wet... wild fantasies of just marching in there and ravishing her play through your mind, with your better sense pleading at you to see reason.\n\n<hr>\n[[Act on your fantasies.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Just keep spying.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Go back to your room.|GGParent]]

"Later," you call absently to Ranma in reply to his earlier greeting, hearing him echo it back just as inattentively as you walk out into the hall. Letting the door close, you access the menu and then pull up a list of the NPCs. It's easy enough to find out where they are... tapping their name brings up a marker on the map window, allowing you to go right to whoever interests you.\n\nIt's mostly a question of who interests you, really.\n\n<hr>\n[[Akane.|RanTatplaceholder]]\n\n[[Nabiki.|RanTat2x2]]\n\n[[Kasumi.|RanTatplaceholder]]\n\n[[Ukyo.|RanTatplaceholder]]\n\n[[Shampoo.|RanTatplaceholder]]

Hm, doing Nabiki as a guy does sound better. Actually, the more you think about it, the more you think that taking the moneygrubbing, amoral Tendo sister down a peg or ten really appeals. Grinning, you step quietly up to the door of her room and carefully open it to peek in. It looks like you've caught her in the midst of a workout... she's wearing a snug black one-piece with a loose orange shirt over it, dancing in repetitive steps to some chipper tune from the slim boombox sitting on the floor nearby.\n\nAlready a very appealing image. It certainly helps along the idea of what you had in mind... after all, your tattoo makes it so that she'll enjoy whatever you do. Actually, it said she could become <i>addicted</i> to sex with you. Nabiki as being literally hooked on getting stuffed with your cock certainly sounds like a good deal.\n\nTaking a moment to check that none of the other characters nearby seem to be moving towards you, you slip out of your pants, your cock already hard and jutting in front of you. While you're at it, you ditch your shirt as well. No real need for it. You continue to peek through the door, watching her dance merrily about, looking cheerful and free-spirited as opposed to the sarcastic, snide side she usually shows others. Well, soon she'll be showing you something else she doesn't let anyone else see. Grinning, you access the debug menus again and manifest a tube of lube, smearing a nice, thick layer of it over your cock as you continue to watch.\n\nAs she spins around and wiggles her ass in that tight little spandex, you see the perfect opening... good thing, too, since it was getting hard to restrain yourself! You quickly slip into the room and knock the door closed after you, pouncing on her from behind. Nabiki gives a loud "Oof!" as you shove her down, bent over the side of her bed, one of your hands keeping her pressed down, the other yanking the back of her one-piece to the side.\n\n"What are you UNNNH!" Nabiki jerks forward as you stuff your heavily-lubed cock right up her ass, her whole body shaking as you go balls-deep in her from that very first thrust. Man, between this super lube and your enhanced strength, you just slid right in, despite the tightness and her trembling telling you that you've just taken her anal virginity. You wonder if she's still virgin in other places... specifically her still somewhat spandex-covered pussy as you start thrusting, grabbing hold of her hips and starting to pound your prick into her ass. She groans and gasps, her own noises adding to the lewd, wet squelching of your cock pumping into her ass, heated lube trickling and oozing down onto her pussy. "F-fuck, stop," she pleads, though the pleasure in her voice doesn't make it sound very sincere.\n\n"Shut up, bitch, you love being fucked up the ass," you growl, delivering a good firm slap to her toned butt. She yelps, her asshole squeezing tightly around your length, but the loud moan she gives sounds a lot like agreement. You lean forward and slip your hands under that loose orange shirt, kneading her tits through the layer of black spandex hugging them. She moans even louder at that, her hips starting to move on their own and buck back towards you, thrusting herself towards your pumping cock. "In fact, beg me for it. Beg like the slut you are."\n\n"Oh fuck, oh <i>fuck</i>," Nabiki gasps out, the normally calm and collected girl now flushed and frazzled, hair plastered against her forehead with sweat. "Please... please..." \n\n"Please what?" you demand, stopping your thrusts. Straightening up, you give her butt a good firm squeeze, then another slap.\n\nShe yelps again, but as if the spank had jarred something loose, she blurts out, "Please, rape my ass! I want it, I need you to rape my ass until I cum!" She whimpers out another few incoherent pleas, wiggling her hips towards you.\n\nLaughing derisively, you give a few more quick, noisy thrusts, making her moan like a whore again, then actually pull out, enjoying her whine of disappointment. You let your lubed cock rub across her ass, smearing her bare buttock on one side and the bunched black spandex on the other. "Hm... I don't know... I don't think you deserve it..."\n\n"Please, please, fuck my ass," she begs pathetically, looking over her shoulder at you with desperation in her pretty brown eyes.\n\n"Well. Maybe if you pay me to rape your worthless little butthole, how about that?"\n\n"Yes, yes!" Nabiki nods frantically at that. "Just tell me what you want, I'll pay you whatever, just please rape me some more!"\n\n"How about everything in your bank account?" you say in a thoughtful tone, as if you were considering that as the lowest starting price.\n\nHer eyes widen at that, and she presses her face into the bedsheets, groaning loudly in dismay, her desire and need for your dick obviously at war with her entire concept of self. You help her along by rubbing your cock along the cleft of her ass, letting the underside of your shaft tease her butthole. She gasps, then lets out another dismayed groan, not lifting her face from the bed as she makes feeble gestures towards the desk. "Checkbook... ch-checkbook..."\n\n"Stay right there," you order as you get up and walk over to the desk, spotting the checkbook after a moment and snagging it. You turn back and enjoy the look of her with her face pressed to the bed, moaning pitifully and wagging her hips like the horny slut you've turned her into. You toss the checkbook and the pen onto the bed beside her face, watching as she pushes herself up and flips to a blank check, starting to write frantically. You settle down behind her and distract her by poking and nudging the tip of your cock up against her glistening asshole, making her twitch and moan, and ruin one check before she shakingly manages to get most of the way through a second. "And don't forget to fill out what it's for. You know what I wanna see," you add on a whim, grinning as she whimpers a little and begins writing. Finally she rips the check out and holds it back towards you with a shaking hand. You've got to admit that the amount is impressive (the program has kindly translated it into American dollars for you), but grin broadly at the 'For:' field: 'Raping me up the ass like the bitch whore I am.'\n\nLaughing, you toss the check aside and grip her hips. "That's a good bitch," you compliment as you slam back into her, making her squeal exultantly as you start fucking her faster and harder than before. Apparently you've broken her pride since she now starts up a litany of pleading and verbal self-abuse as you pump your throbbing prick into her eager asshole, putting her whole body into fucking back against you.\n\n"Oh god yes, rape my stupid bitch ass, fuck me like a whore and use me as a cumdump, fuck my worthless shithole, fuck me, rape my bitch hole, please, please," she groans out, her eyes rolling up some and her tongue poking out. You have to give her points for creativity, if not necessarily coherence. You also have to give her a load of your cum as her stream of consciousness insults combine with the feel of her squeezing, almost sucking asshole to get you off. Grunting loudly, you shove forward hard and begin spilling a nice, thick load of spunk deep into her ass. Nabiki yowls ecstatically, the noise trailing off into a happy gurgle, her eyes rolled up almost completely and a brainless smile on her lips.\n\nYou pant to catch your breath as you look down at her. You're not done by a longshot... in fact you're betting you could fuck forever if you wanted, since this is a program afterall. But now what to do with this once-haughty self-made rich bitch you've turned into a penniless cock-hungry slut...? It occurs to you that making her debase herself and <i>you</i> getting paid for it was a real turnon. The tattoo's powers could make you a hell of a [[pimp|RanTatplaceholder]], it seems. Of course, there's also the fact that breaking Nabiki was a hell of a lot of fun all on its own... you could finish the job by [[sexually destroying her|RanTatplaceholder]].

Ah, Miss Moneybags. You can see by the map that she's in her room, just a few doors away. The question is, do you approach her as a guy or a girl?\n\n<hr>\n[[Guy.|RanTat2x3]]\n\n[[Girl.|RanTatplaceholder]]

"This is an academic," Sort of. "Trip, not some away game we need luck at," you say in a stern tone. "Let's not waste any more time talking about superstitious nonsense, we've got a long way to drive."\n\nEveryone loads their bags in, Tyrese and Vera both looking mildly put off by your words, though you trust they'll forget it almost immediately. You climb in along with everyone else, and set off for the highway.\n\nWhen you glance in the mirror, you almost feel as if the statue is glaring after you. A shudder runs down your spine, but you diligently suppress it. You don't believe in any of that superstitious nonsense.\n\nThough you find yourself having to say that more than a few times during the drive, as dark clouds roll in and rain begins pouring down.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have angered the spirit of Atticus Crosswall. Events at Goethe Manner will now be shaded heavily towards misfortune! Have a care.|GoetheB1x2]]

"I think I'll just go see Kevin," you finally decide. "He usually gives pretty good presents, anyway, and I think I need some, like... normal guy time after all this, no offense Mom."\n\n"No, no dear, I quite understand. This has been a lot to take in and it's actually probably quite a good idea to anchor yourself," your mom replies, smiling over at you briefly. "I'll drop you off. Just remember everything I told you, and that it's probably not a good idea to tell anyone about you-know-what."\n\n"I mean... it's not like Kevin's likely to... send me to a lab or something," you point out.\n\n"No, but he might tell other people. Or he might become far too tempted by being able to use your abilities vicariously, as it were. You should decide for yourself what you do with them."\n\nA few minutes later she drops you off, and you head up the driveway to knock. Kevin answers quickly enough, grinning at you, then blinking a little. "Hey, dude, what's up? You get... a haircut or something?" He glances you up and down. "You seem different."\n\n"Uh." Shifting a bit nervously, you shrug and give him a sheepish grin. "Maybe it's 'cause I'm a year older?"\n\n"Heh, maybe that's it. Well come on in, man!" Kevin lets you head in and closes the door behind you, falling into step behind you. "Can I get you anything? Like, a soda, or make you a sandwich, or...?" he adds, trailing off with an almost hopeful tone.\n\nYou blink a few times. It's not like Kevin's usually a negligent host, but he does seem kind of... eager to please today versus the usual. Maybe it's what your mom said about that 'alpha male' impression you give off. "Um, a soda maybe?"\n\n"Cool, go on up to my room, I'll grab it for you."\n\nUpstairs, you flop to sit on Kevin's bed, waiting until he comes back with a grape soda and a present. Once you've unwrapped it and made happy comments over the new game (with Kevin seeming somewhat more pleased than usual by the praise), he sits down as well. "So, like, what do you wanna do? We can do whatever you want. Watch a movie in the theater room, you pick, or we can go out somewhere, my treat, you just decide, man."\n\nAgain, Kevin's being more generous than usual even for your birthday... but not by a ridiculous amount. It is starting to give you a bit of a swelled head, though, so you don't feel too rushed as you sip your soda and ponder. Then Kevin makes a face.\n\n"Oh, right. Tanya's here right now. I guess we might wanna stay in here until she decides to leave or something, but I think she's got plans with friends in like half an hour."\n\nAh, right, Kevin's older sister... bossy, strong, and overall kind of scary. If she suddenly decided she wanted to use whatever room you and Kevin were, or made issue of you going out somewhere, she could be... well, scary. She's at least as frightening as she is hot, and is popular enough both with her parents and around town to get away with murder. Well, not literally. ... Probably not literally.\n\nAlthough. Things are different now, aren't they? You saw the way girls were reacting to you at the mall, and even Kevin's changed how he's behaving. What if... what if you actually have the power to stand up to Tanya now? Maybe even more than that?\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait for Tanya to leave.|QOFam]]\n\n[[Stand up to Tanya.|QOFam1x7]]

Ah, a new school year. During Freshman year you managed to establish yourself as one of the top three Alpha Bitches in school, with only two girls each in a year above you casting a wider net and wielding a greater power. (The fourth year was apparently still sitting largely vacant, occupied by a sort of collective of the legendary Tanya's followers.) At worst you expect to keep that spot, but maybe, just maybe... you'll be able to dethrone the junior that's above you. The senior... well. Sometimes one has to be careful about dreaming big... but you can still dream!\n\nIt's still in the first few days, a kind of 'settling in' period, and you're in the cafeteria with your "Friends" (because you don't think you could get away with outright calling them your minions). The chatter is fast and furious, and you're participating largely on autopilot, your brain well-versed in what to say about fashion, celebrity gossip, and the other students at the school. You know all the right things to say so well that you don't even really have to think about them... the Alpha Bitch is in your blood, after all.\n\nUntil you look across the cafeteria and see someone. Your mouth is left slightly open, not quite getting to the casually acidic interjection you were about to make and allowing one of the other girls to state a wrong opinion unchallenged. You're not entirely sure why, but you're mesmerized at the sight of this-\n\n<hr>\n[[-boy.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[-girl.|MeanLove1x1]]

As Beast Boy hangs on the very edge of orgasming from your cock raping his virgin ass, you reach out and place a hand on the back of his head, a corona of black energy surrounding it. His eyes and mouth open wide, his entire head trembling violently as you begin violating his mind as well, sifting through each of his private and personal memories before tossing them in the fire of your power to feed it. His eyes gradually roll up in his head and go glassy as you annihilate more and more of his self, and just before you rip out the core of his being and devour it, you give another part of his brain a little nudge.\n\nAlmost instantly he changes beneath you, going from a humanoid on all fours to a donkey standing on its hooves. As if being freed from human form as well as thought had been the last thing he needed for release, he lets out a long, animal bray, his hard equine cock twitching and starting to blast thick splashes of cum all over the floor as you eliminate the last shreds of his humanity. Moaning as the donkey's ass squeezes and flexes around your cock, you grab its flanks and pump into it a last few times before starting to spill your own load deep into its hole, the animal giving another bray and a few more spurts of thick equine jizz in response.\n\nAfter a few moments, you pull your cock out and circle around the animal. Its eyes hold a purely bestial intelligence, and its gaze follows you with a faint sense of purely feral devotion. Its cock remains completely hard jutting beneath it, proof that as much of an animal as it is, it still bears hints of demonic corruption... it will be eternally hard and always eager to spill another load. Smiling and deciding to indulge yourself a little, you crawl beneath the donkey that was formerly a superhero and shift to place your asshole up against the flared head of its cock, bracing your hands against its forelegs. No quips or silly jokes, but just another "Hee-hawwwww!" comes from above as you push your eager hole back onto that long, thick, throbbing animal cock, your own prick still stiff and jutting beneath you as you begin rocking back and forth, using your new pet as a convenient dildo.\n\nYou let your own eyes roll up just a little, a smile on your lips as you buck back against the long equine dick until its green-furred balls are slapping against your smooth grey ones. You're enjoying the animal groans and brays of the donkey almost as much as the hot, thick cock inside you, each one reminding you that the mindless fuck-beast above you was once a wisecracking savior of the world. What more utter defeat could there be, you wonder, moaning happily as your ass clamps down around donkey's cock as your own dick begins spurting cum on the undersides of your tits, the brainless beast giving another bray as it spurts a thick load deep into your belly.\n\nOnce you've slipped out from under the donkey and taken a moment to clean up the cum with a flash of your power, you mentally direct the beast to take a few different forms, just judging how they look. Hm, all of them being green is kind of eh, but oh well. Maybe you can fix it later. You briefly try, just out of curiosity, to have it change back to a human form, but nothing happens... apparently you've burned the humanity out of it too thoroughly, ah well. Settling on a large timber wolf form, you grip the shaggy animal's sides and slide your cock back into its ass, its spearlike cock unsheathed and dripping as you slowly and thoughtfully begin to fuck it.\n\nNow, where to from here...?\n\n<hr>\n[[On to Robin.|Rook2x2]]\n\n[[Take your new toy and go home.|Rook]]

Hm. Actually, you think you have a great idea. Now that the former Beast Boy is just your mindless pet, you have quite a bit of power over him... including access to his unique ability. Smiling, you pull your cock out of the wolf's ass and stand, your beast falling into line with you, though its soft panting says that your aborted assfucking has left it even more aroused and eager for more. \n\nYou wipe away the rune on Robin's door before sweeping it open. To his credit, he goes from sitting and reading to leaping to the attack almost instantly, and if you hadn't already been powered up from your domination of your previous victim his kick might have sent you slamming back into the wall, a painful greeting indeed. Instead black aura appears around his arms and legs and yanks him roughly to the ground, slamming him against the floor just hard enough to briefly stun him. You flick your hand, drawing him up onto hands and knees.\n\n"Who are you?! Are you one of Trigon's offspring? What are you doing here?!" he demands tersely, though the lenses of his mask go wide as you rip his costume free, baring his lean, toned body. You leave the mask on, mostly just because you think it looks kind of cute-sexy.\n\n"Rook, obviously, and numerous things," you answer genially and in order, sauntering around him and getting a look from all angles, enjoying the sight of his cock hanging down limp and his vulnerable ass in full 'up and presented' position despite his defiance.\n\n"What have you done to Beast Boy?" he demands further as he watches the green wolf follow along after you.\n\n"Oh, I'm afraid Beast Boy is gone. That's just my servant, who happens to be the meat that Beast Boy used to occupy. Hup!" you add, not giving Robin any time to process what he's told before the wolf mounts up behind him, wrapping its forelegs around his middle and thrusting forward.\n\n"Nnghk!" Robin grits his teeth as the wolf's large, slick cock slams into his ass. The beast wastes no time, starting to rape its former friend without a hint of hesitation or remorse, its flat tongue lolling out as it pants and thrusts eagerly. You smile and stroke your cock languidly, enjoying the sight of Robin's cock wobbling and swaying limply beneath him as he's fucked by the big canine, and then gradually start to stiffen and rise. By the time the wolf's knot is starting to swell and slap against the Boy Wonder's pucker between his spread cheeks, Robin's cock is stiff and jutting beneath his belly, letting loose a near-constant stream of pre as he obviously tries desperately to hold out against the pleasure.\n\nStepping forward, you place your hand on his head, simultaneously beginning the process of raping his mind and transferring energy between him and the beast on his back and inside his ass. His eyes go wide, but to his credit he manages not to cry out even as you sift through and discard his memories one by one. As each one disappears into the flames of corruption, slight bits of change come over his body, his fingers shrinking and hands curling, back legs shifting and shortening as his feet too gradually become paws, face pushing forward into a muzzle and crimson fur spreading across his entire body. As you finish absorbing and erasing the last of his knowledge, his tail pushes free and his face completes its change, the mask becoming rings of midnight fur around solid white eyes. As you free him of the last of his humanity, the green wolf on the red wolf's back slams forward, forcing his knot into the tight canine hole beneath him, both beasts giving long howls as they start spilling their loads.\n\nAfter a few moments the green wolf twists, shifting around on the red wolf's back until it can turn completely to face away, having made the red wolf thoroughly its bitch. Grinning, you straddle the red wolf and slide your cock into the green wolf's ass again, only taking a few pumps to get yourself off. Then you slide underneath the red wolf, sucking and slurping its eternally unsheathed and eager cock until the green wolf's knot deflates enough to slide out, a rush of cum spilling into the red fur surrounding the newer beast's well-fucked ass. Licking your lips, you stand up, having the red beast shift into a few different animals just to make sure it got that ability. Then you turn your thoughts to your last male target. ... Hm. You're really not certain of the whole, ah, fuckability factor of Cyborg anyway. Oh well, you'll have to skip the fun part and go directly to the mind wipe and change, you're powerful enough to do that now.\n\nWhen Cyborg's door opens, he barely has time to lift his head from the computer he's typing at and give a "Huh?!" of surprise before green and red energy leaps from the beasts at your side to you and flies from your hands as a blast of midnight that slams into Cyborg and surrounds his entire body. He yells out and staggers from the chair before starting to collapse forward, arms and legs already changing, metal hooves slamming to the ground as he hits on all fours. He tosses his head as his brain and hard drive are both sifted and wiped, a mane of fiber optic cables bursting out of the back of his head and down his neck as he does, his face lengthening, the parts of his skin showing quickly growing a layer of coarse brown horsehide. In mere seconds a cybernetic Clydesdale stands in front of you, snorting and watching you with one mindless brown eye and one soulless red one. Of course, your attention quickly goes to the immense chrome cock jutting below its belly.\n\nKneeling and crawling forward, you run your hands along the perfectly smooth, somehow both cold and hot metal, back to the gleaming blue glass balls dangling from below its metal sheath. Moaning at what a beautiful and cruel work you've produced, you slide your lips over the sculpted, gleaming flare of the cyber-horse's cockhead, sliding your mouth down its full length until your throat is bulging and the flare is practically in your belly. You bob your head, sucking and gulping, and forming an equally large rod out of black energy to push into the beast's rubbery asshole, fucking it in time with the motions of your head until it spills a thick artificial load of colorless goo into your stomach.\n\nSliding your mouth free, you stand and direct your newest pet to match its form to the other two, the cyber-beast becoming a dark brown and silver cyber-wolf with a gleaming chrome spear jutting beneath its belly. Excellent. Now to...\n\n<hr>\n[[... go after Raven and Starfire.|Rook2x3]]\n\n[[... make Raven and Starfire come to you.|Rook]]

Nudging the cyborg horse to shift forms to match the other two animals, the better to proceed down the hallway, you and your little wolf pack make your way down the hall to Starfire's room.\n\nThis time you simply blast the door out of existence, near-instantly wrapping both Starfire and Raven in bands of your power and simultaneously tearing their clothing away.. Starfire's perky tits jiggle while Raven's larger ones wobble at suddenly being unsupported, both of them hanging in midair as you stride in, bare breasts and equally bare cock swaying, the prowling, aroused wolves hot on your tail.\n\n"What is the meaning of this?!" Starfire demands, thrashing in her bonds, eyes glowing briefly before sputtering and returning to normal. The alien girl looks even more shocked at her inability to access her powers than at being suspended and stripped naked, and after a moment redoubles her efforts, slender muscles flexing and straining, not noticing the practically wanton way she shakes her tits or clenches her ass.\n\n"Rook," Raven snarls, glowering at you, before she notices the wolves. Her eyes go wide in horror. "Robin, Beast Boy, Cyborg!" Her gaze whips back to you, eyes narrowing. "What did you do to them?!"\n\n"Erased their minds, took control of their bodies, made them my loyal beast-servants," you answer breezily. "What does it look like?"\n\nRaven lets out a sound of despair and fury, her eyes glowing solid white and then red, the dark black slashes above them starting to slit open red as well. Laughing, you step over to her and run a fingertip around one of her dark grey nipples. "Now now, little sister! Do you <i>want</i> to become a conduit for Father's power like I am...?"\n\nThat makes her hesitate, and you can see that she has to fight down the impulse, her upper eyes gradually closing fully again and her lower ones ceasing their glow. She stares down at the wolves with their empty animal eyes, then looks helplessly at you. "Just... just don't do that to Starfire. I'll... I'll do whatever you say, please."\n\n<hr>\n[["Very well."|Rook2x4]]\n\n[["I think not."|Rook5x1]]

"Very well then." You smile and raise your hands, a flash of black resolving into a thick leather collar with glowing silvery runes etched around the inside of the band. "I trust you know what this is?"\n\n"... It's a Collar of Korkarrum," Raven says in a resigned, helpless tone, staring at it dully. "If I put it on of my own free will, I'll be soul-bound to loyally follow the orders of whoever gave it to me."\n\n"If you put it on, I do hereby swear by the Demon Code that I will not wipe Starfire's mind or change her form. I'll throw in that I promise not to injure or kill her or any of that," you add, lifting one hand to roll it around. "Just for fairness."\n\n"No, friend Raven! Do not do this!" Starfire yelps.\n\n"Sorry, Star. It's the only way." Raven looks back at you, then gives a small nod. "I agree, by the Demon Code."\n\nGrinning, you lower her to the floor and release her bonds. Raven hesitates for a moment, glaring angrily at you and obviously considering going back on her word... but apparently deciding there are too many risks, steps forward and accepts the collar from your hands. She closes her eyes to summon the fortitude to lift it, then brings it up and slides the leather around her own neck, pulling the end through the latch and doing it up. She gasps as there's a bright flash from the runes, eternally sealing the device on her and insuring an eternity of servitude.\n\n"Good girl," you coo. "Let's test it. Orgasm."\n\nRaven's eyes widen a split-second before they roll up slightly, her hips bucking where she stands as her pussy immediately squirts, spattering her inner thighs as her nipples stiffen into hard grey pebbles. She shudders and makes a low gurgling noise, before panting and staring at you. "W-wha-"\n\n"Just checking how far the control goes, obviously. Your body is mine to control, darling... so obviously it would be easier if you just didn't fight it and did what I told you anyway." You can see the shamefaced realization and acceptance of defeat wash over her face before you walk past her, moving to sit on the side of Starfire's bed. Spreading your legs to let your balls dangle down and your cock jut up, you beckon with a finger. "Now get on all fours like the bitch you are, and crawl over here to suck my cock."\n\nFar too quickly and smoothly for it to be only the collar forcing her to do so, Raven sinks down to her hands and knees, turning around to dog-walk over to you, bare ass shaking and bare tits swaying beneath her. She settles in between your legs, expression sad as she drags her tongue up your dark grey shaft, eyes rolled up to look at your smirking face as she does. Your little sister continues to lick at your cock and, eventually without even being directed, to duck her head down and suckle at your smooth-skinned balls, rolling her tongue over them before rising up to slide her lips over the head and work her way down. "Mmm, careful there, I might think you were enjoying this," you taunt her in a low coo of a voice, glancing up at Starfire who's still hanging in midair, watching with a mingled anger and disgust, though there's just a bit of aroused heat in those alien eyes as well.\n\nEventually though you grab Raven's hair, tugging her up off of your cock and giving her a guiding yank-shove up onto the bed. Smacking her ass and ordering her to face the rest of the room, you settle into position behind her, grabbing her hips and then starting to slowly push your cock into your little sister's sopping wet pussy. Raven groans loudly in ashamed pleasure, her demon-tainted cunt eagerly squeezing around your demon-tainted cock, her body having little further reason to deny that this is what it's always wanted. You glance up at Starfire again, seeing that arousal is now trickling in glistening lines down her inner thighs, and with a grin you direct her down onto all fours on the floor.\n\n"What is this? What are you doing?" the alien demands, her eyes going wide as the red wolf makes its way behind her. "Friend Robin, wait!" she calls, before crying out as the wolf mounts up and plunges its long, thick crimson cock into her and begins pounding away, quickly making her eyes start to roll up in her head and lewd sounds of wanton desire start to issue from that slender orange throat.\n\n"S-Starfire!" Raven gasps, the stutter having as much to do with you giving your cock a hard thrust into her as shock. "But you said-!"\n\n"I promised not to mind wipe, injure, or kill her, little sister, I never said anything about letting her go," you purr as you begin driving your prick into her cunt, making it spatter wetness across her thighs, your balls, and her best friend's bed with every thrust. "But I'll tell you what, if her mind survives a year or so of being raped nonstop by animals, she's free to take it and leave, alright?"\n\nAnd so, as your little sister has her first cock-induced orgasm, she watches her best female friend being pounded to her own orgasm by the wolf that was once her best male friend, and has your mocking laughter in her ears.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|Rook2xEnd]]

"Um, listen," you whisper, though she'd only been keeping her voice low. You glance back and forth, worrying someone will overhear. And while some people are giving the very odd couple some strange glances, no one seems to be lingering close enough to actually hear you. "I know Tanya asked you to do this because she wanted me to keep a secret for her... but I swear I was gonna do that anyway! You... you really don't have to be... I mean, hang out with me, if you don't want to."\n\nShe frowns just a little, lowering her hand to poke your shoulder with that finger. "Listen. Tanya told me to be your girlfriend, so until she says otherwise, I'm your girlfriend. I'll be whatever kind of girlfriend you want, I'll even, if you tell me to, get lost. But you're not gonna just whine 'You don't have to' at me and make me feel like you aren't the luckiest little dork alive, got me?"\n\n"Um... got you," you answer with a small sigh.\n\n"Good," she replies, smiling again right before she leans in and kisses you. Your eyes go wide as her lips press against yours, soft and yielding and immediately leaving a sweetish flavor like strawberry bubblegum. She keeps it up until there's a teacher's call of 'Hey, break it up!', then straightens up and giggles, flouncing off with a wave and calling a "Catch you after school, baby!"\n\nYour head swimming, you push off of the lockers, making sure you aren't going to stumble on your slightly rubbery legs. You turn to find that one of several people gawking at you is Kevin. "Dude! Holy sh-" he glances at the still hovering teacher. "-atner, what was that?!"\n\n"Uh. We... met over the summer," you murmur. "Your sister... introduced us. That was... my girlfriend. I mean... I guess," you finish lamely, rubbing the back of your head.\n\n"Your...?! And you weren't gonna tell me you hooked up with one of the hottest seniors in school?!" he yelps, gripping his head with one hand and turning towards where Amber walked away.\n\n"... I didn't think you'd believe me," you say, simply enough, not requiring a lot of thinking to come up with that one.\n\n"... Yeah, okay, you're probably right," he admits, ducking his head briefly. "Man, I probably wouldn't believe it if it was <i>me</i> she was dating." Then he grins and gives you a clap on the shoulder. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to hang after school, but sounds like you've got plans, m'man."\n\n"Uh," is all you can say before the teacher gives an annoyed call of 'Get to class!'\n\nYou're nervous by the time last bell rings, and sure enough you've barely stepped out of the classroom when Amber slips up to your side and slides her arm through one of yours as deftly as an assassin slipping a knife through someone's ribs. "Hey, baby," she chirps, pausing briefly to stick her tongue out at the teacher who gives a shout of 'I need to see daylight between you!' Turning back to look at you, she smiles again. "So, what are we doing? We could go back to my place. My parents are ne~ver home," she adds, leaning in to nip at your ear.\n\nYour knees wobble a little, before you quickly force them to firm up, mostly out of fear of going stumbling and dragging her with you.\n\n<hr>\n[["Okay, your place."|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]\n\n[["Let's do something you think is fun."|QOKevPorn3x6]]

"Let's... let's do something you think is fun," you say uncertainly.\n\nShe rolls her eyes a bit as the two of you exit the school and start descending the stairs. "Gawd, is this more of that 'you don't have to' stuff? I can't tell if you're pulling a Nice Guy or just being weak."\n\n"Well," you say quietly, glancing away, though you can't help but feeling a little hurt. "It's not really that. It's just, I don't go out very much, I mostly stay home or do what my friends want to do. I guess, like you said, I'm kinda a dork. But also..." You look at her, finally managing a bit of a smile of your own and shrugging. "I mean, you said you're my girlfriend. I've always figured if I had a girlfriend, I'd wanna make sure she's happy. So I'd like to do something you enjoy."\n\nThat actually seems to flummox her just a little, and she briefly looks like she doesn't know what to say. In fact, you think you might even see her tan cheeks darken a little. Then she clears her throat. "Fine. We'll go hang out at the mall then. I like the mall." She steers you one way down the sidewalk, slipping a hand down to lace her fingers with yours. "Besides, Tanya said I was supposed to let everyone see me being your girlfriend," she adds breezily. "The mall's a good chance for that."\n\nPart of you loves the mall and part of you hates it. It is a neat place to go, full of interesting things to look at and possibly buy (though your budget's not nearly what Kevin's is). On the other hand, it's loud and full of people, some of them people you know. Except today, the only people you recognize from school are staring at you as you walk along hand-in-hand with a hot blonde who's chattering cheerfully to you about stuff in the stores you pass. You actually start to relax and talk back, gradually getting used to the fact that she's not going to suddenly yank her hand out of yours and shout 'Ha, gotcha!'\n\n"Oh, this is a great store," Amber chirps as you pass one of the trendier teen clothing stores, this one mostly aimed at guys. She pauses in front of it, green gaze moving to the various displays, before looking at you thoughtfully. "Y'know, it's the start of a new school year, great time for a guy to reinvent himself. Especially since that's part of what I'm supposed to help with, your image. Why don't we stop in, take a look around?"\n\nYou stare at the store a little... do they even let guys like you in places like that? You don't think you dress badly, really... kinda plain, you know, but you've never felt the urge to be fancy. You glance at Amber, who's beaming at you encouragingly... well, probably fake encouragingly, she is dating you on orders, as she just reminded you. Still...\n\n<hr>\n[["Okay, make me look good."|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]\n\n[["Alright, make me look popular."|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]\n\n[["Um... make me look sexy."|QOKevPorn3x7]]\n\n[["Nah, let's go to the arcade."|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]

"I guess... dress me sexy," you say after a moment, blushing as you do.\n\nAmber smirks. "Ah, wanna turn on all the girls, huh?"\n\n"Um. Actually... I guess..." You squirm your shoulder around a little, glancing away again. "Actually, I sort of want to turn <i>you</i> on."\n\nThat takes her back a little, green eyes blinking. "What?"\n\n"I mean, I know you offered to and everything, earlier, but I guess if you're gonna say you'll do that sort of stuff... I'd like you to want to," you murmur, gaze on the floor. "So if I'm gonna get new clothes, I'd like them to be ones that you think are sexy."\n\nShe stares at you, and as you sneak a glance at her you'd swear her tongue darts along her lips just a little bit. "Seriously? You'll wear whatever I pick out for you?"\n\n"Uh." You blink yourself. "Yeah, I guess I will, really."\n\nHer expression shifts to a bright grin, though the look in her eyes is a little... well, wicked, you guess you'd say. She immediately grabs your arm and drags you into the store, going on a flurry of grabbing stuff, actually wandering briefly to every part of the store before finally heading for one of the dressing rooms. One of the girls working there makes an aggrieved noise and calls, "You can't take those in the changing room! And you can't take <i>him</i> in the changing room!"\n\n"Stuff it, Kate, just keep a lookout, huh?" Amber snaps back, stepping into the dressing room and sweeping the curtains closed behind her. She dumps the pile of clothing on the bench, then starts looking through it. After a moment, she glances at you. "Well? Strip."\n\n"Wha?" Your eyes widen, but she's got a bit of Tanya's 'Do it' stare down too, and after a moment you relent, pulling off your shirt and tossing it on the other side of the bench. You step out of your shoes and undo your pants, slipping out of them and your socks and adding them to the small pile. You hesitate, standing there in nothing but your plain white underwear, but at another significant glance from Amber you finally give in, pushing those down as well and tossing them with your other clothes. You stand there half-hard and nervous, squirming around and looking nervously for any 'Under video surveillance' signs.\n\n"Yeah, these'll do," Amber chirps, holding up a pair of trendy ripped jeans with built-in belt, and a long-sleeved shirt that's a dark purple, the skull-and-splatterpaint design on the front featuring purples and even a few pinks. "But first," she says, setting those atop the pile... and then holding up a bright purple pair of satin panties. A thong, actually. She grins, stretching the waistband gently a few times between her thumbs. "These."\n\n"W-whoa, whoa," you squeak. "You... you want me to put on panties?"\n\n"You did say you'd dress how I thought was sexy," she says, quirking one eyebrow. "Are you backing out now?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Wear 'em.|QOKevPorn3x8]]\n\n[[No way!|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]

"Well, yeah, I did," you admit, reluctantly taking the panties and eyeing them for a moment, before sighing and slipping into them, pulling them up until the straps are riding high on your slender hips and the back strap slips between your buttocks. You glance down and then in the mirror, seeing the way the fabric stretches and clings against your balls and half-hardon, looking at Amber in embarrassment, face flushing.\n\nDespite looking at her you have almost no warning as she lunges against you, thumping you back against the wall and kissing you hard. Your eyes widen as her tongue delves into your mouth, then slip closed as you moan against her lips. You can feel her breasts pressing against you through her shirt, one of her hands fondling your cock through the satin. As your cock hardens further, she keeps repositioning it, keeping it mostly contained in the panties as they're stretched by your erection. Finally she breaks the kiss just when you're feeling on the edge, stepping back and panting, her own face flushed.\n\n"You look... good," she says, her voice husky. Then she grins and snatches up a pair of black thigh-highs from the pile, tossing them against your chest. "These too. Go on."\n\nBlushing brightly, you sit down on the somewhat clothing-crowded bench and start pulling on one of the stockings. After a moment, Amber makes a mildly annoyed noise and kneels down, brushing your hands away and starts to slide her hands along your leg, smoothing the stocking into place. You bite your lower lip at the feel of her running her hands all over your legs as she starts putting the other one on you as well, your head down close to the bulge in your purple satin panties. But once the stockings are in place she stands and beckons for you to do so as well. You stand and stare a little at the reflection in the mirror, seeing how girlish the thigh-highs make your legs look.\n\n"Fuck that looks good," Amber murmurs, her voice actually shaking a little. You think for a minute she's actually going to leap on you again, then she clears her throat and holds out the jeans. "C'mon. Get dressed."\n\nYou pull on the jeans and then the shirt. The shirt is long enough that it comes down to almost the bottom of your hips and piles a little there, the sleeves bunched a little around your thumbs. You almost protest as Amber slips a black ribbon choker with a silver skull clasp around your neck, but really, is it any more embarrassing than panties? At least now with the clothes on no one will be able to see that you're wearing panties and stockings... unless the shirt was pulled up, then they'd be able to see the panty straps going over your hips above the waistband of the jeans. Amber looks you up and down, then nods. "Yeah... that's perfect. You look great." She eyes your hair and murmurs, "Have to do something with that." But then she grins and snaps off the various tags. "They fit great. Let's head to the checkout."\n\n"This stuff's pretty expensive, though, right?" you protest, since it's about the only protest left to you as you follow after her. "I'm not sure I have enough."\n\n"Don't worry, I'm paying," Amber replies chipperly as she dumps the pile of clothes on the counter and hands her apparent friend Kate the tags, the other blonde girl glancing at the tags as she rings them up, then looking over at you and smiling in a way that makes you squirm. But Amber just smiles, reaching out to cup your chin and leaning in to peck your lips. "I'm buying all your clothes from now on, baby. Just let me take care of you." \n\n"Uh. Okay." You don't really know how else to respond to that, just taking the bags as Kate hands them to you and trying not to blush as the other girl waves as you depart the store.\n\nYou're a few blocks from the mall and about the same distance from home, trying to figure out how you're going to explain your new wardrobe to your parents, when Amber suddenly grabs you and hauls you to the side, into an alley. You yip a bit in surprise, and again when she thumps you back against the wall. Your eyes widen and the bags drop to the ground as she unzip your pants, slips your now thoroughly stiff cock out of your panties, and slings a leg around you. You gasp loudly as you feel a wet pussy sliding down around your cock and sheathing you inside it for the first time, your arms going around her as she settles on top of you, then begins working her hips, her eyes fixed on your face.\n\n"Yeah, you like that? You like my pussy?" she whispers softly, only looking at you, even as you can't help but glance towards the mouth of the alley to see if anyone's approaching. "You like me pulling your panties away to stuff you in my cunt? You like feeling your jeans rubbing against your stockings, huh?"\n\nBetween the feeling of her wet, grasping pussy working over you, the public setting, and her dirty talk, you don't last long, burying your face against her shoulder and whimpering as you cum inside her. You hear her let out a long, low satisfied noise, her pussy squeezing all around you, her body giving a shiver against yours as she leans on you. After a few moments she pulls away, deftly tucking you away again and zipping you up, leaning in to kiss you, your tongue tasting strawberry bubblegum as it flicks across her lips.\n\n"I think I'm gonna be your girlfriend for a long time," Amber purrs softly, moving to nip at your ear before picking up one of the bags. She waits for you to pick the other up, then takes your hand and gives it a squeeze as the two of you resume your walk.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|QOKevPorn3x9]]

Over the next week, you do have to do some quick explaining to your mother... your new wardrobe came from money you saved up, and you want to do your own laundry now because you don't want to put her out with the special instructions for the various fashionable clothing. Luckily, she seems to buy it... and if she's not entirely thrilled with the new (outward) style, she seems to be pleased that you're at least coming out of your shell a little.\n\nThe weekend rolls around, and you head out of the house... not to Kevin's, as you tell your parents (and have alibied with Kevin), but to Amber's. She lives in a house that is, if anything, even nicer than Kevin's, and answers the door practically before you can knock, grinning and yanking you inside abruptly. She's all over you, sliding her fingers through your hair and kissing you hard, grinding against the front of your crotch, making you moan. You haven't actually gotten to have sex with her since that first time in the alley, though she's been quite affectionate at school, earning several scoldings from teachers.\n\nShe quickly pulls off your shirt and undoes your jeans, shoving them down, then moaning softly in delight at the sight of you wearing a pair of the panties she bought you. She pushes you onto the tile in the entryway and mounts you right there, sliding on top of you and starting to ride. "Oh fuck, your cock feels so good, and I can feel your panties every time I touch down," she moans, pulling off her shirt, her C-cup tits jiggling as she rides you fast and hard. Her hands wander over your belly and chest, fingertips teasing at your nipples as you moan and writhe, helpless underneath her. You run your hands up her thighs and hips, pushing her skirt up some so you can see where you're entering her, and indeed the way her puffy, bare-shaven pussylips touch your panties each time.\n\nYou last a little longer this time, doing your best to enjoy the feeling of her wet, dripping, grasping pussy and the excitement of her dirty talk as long as possible this time. But eventually you gasp and arch your hips, pushing up into her and pumping a load into her pussy. She moans and leans her head back, shuddering as you cumming sets her off, making her quiver all over and squeeze her thighs around you. Then she smiles and leans down to kiss you. "Fuck... I think I may be falling for you," she purrs, making your cock twitch and fire another spurt deep inside her. \n\nA bit later, the two of you are relaxing in the hot tub in the back yard. You're between Amber's legs, leaning back against her bare breasts... she got in naked, but insisted you wear the new black bikini she bought you, as well as your skull choker. The wet triangles of cloth cling to your flat chest, and you try not to squirm too much at the feel of them and the bikini bottoms stimulating you as Amber strokes your hair.\n\n"Mm, your hair grows fast," she murmurs in an approving tone.\n\n"Uh, yeah. Guess so. My mom wanted to take me to get a haircut today, but obviously I had other things to do. I mean, coming over here," you add, blushing at your unintentional innuendo, despite the fact you can already feel her stiff nipples pressing against your back.\n\n"What? Oh no, no no no." She turns you around to face her, shifting forward to straddle your lap instead, her bare pussy pressing against the front of your bikini bottoms as she looks in your eyes. "Baby you can <i>not</i> cut your hair. In fact, no more cutting your hair ever, okay?" She then darts in to kiss you, almost desperately, before drawing back and adding, "Please? For me? I think it'll look so good..."\n\nYou stare at her, biting your lower lip. You're starting to realize that Amber isn't going to be satisfied with you just wearing panties and maybe stockings under your clothes forever. Obviously her wanting you to look more and more like a girl is only going to escalate from here. Eventually she's probably going to want you to wear more obviously girly clothes... in fact, you think you spotted some containers of lip gloss sitting on top of the bags of clothes in the entryway that are probably for you.\n\nOn the one hand, you've just been barely avoiding being bullied and insulted as it is... between just not being a very interesting target and your friendship with at least one more popular person, you've slipped under the radar until now. Starting to wear lip gloss and a steadily more girly appearance would probably splash that all to Hell. On the other hand, you're really getting to like Amber... not just the sex stuff (which, okay, is a major part of it), but she's actually been really sweet to you and is nice to be around and is, overall, a pretty awesome girlfriend. Your friends even like her (though admittedly, they don't know how the two of you got together, or what apparently has gotten her so interested in you). You don't want to lose her... but more than that, you want to make her happy.\n\nGeez, what to do?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to never cut your hair.|QOGF1x1]]\n\n[[Put your foot down.|QOGF]]

There's just way too much about this tournament that's a huge mystery to you, and it's got you seriously curious to know more about what's going on. Immortality? Magic? You have to know more if you're going to be involved in this.\n\nWhile everyone's milling about, you take the opportunity to fall in with a large clump of people, using them as cover until the group passes a doorway near the one Ji Kulao left by, thinking you spot a passageway heading in the same general direction as those stairs. You're fairly certain you're right as, after a few turns of sticking to the shadows, you find the stairs... or, well, admittedly, they could be an entirely different set, you're not sure how you're supposed to tell different sets of old stone stairs apart. But it smells kind of like old man in here, so you're pretty sure. You stick close to the wall, hurrying past the little bright areas lit by torches on the walls and then keeping slow and steady through the shadows.\n\nUnfortunately, you never do get another glimpse of your mysterious host by the time you arrive at an intersection. It splits off in multiple ways... one angles a bit downwards, you're not sure where it goes, though there's a sort of musty, wet smell. Dungeons of some sort? Maybe exactly the kind of place someone would keep secrets? Two other ways have the smell of food coming off of them, though one smells much more strongly of burning wood and cooking meat, and from the other you can faintly hear conversation. The other hallway ends in a pair of large doors... they'd be risky to open, but they definitely look important, like some sort of library or maybe even... treasure room? ... It's not like you'd steal anything, you're just curious about all these supposed riches that can be gained.\n\n<hr>\n[[Dungeons?|HellKore]]\n\n[[Kitchen?|HellKore6x2]]\n\n[[Dining?|HellKore9x1]]\n\n[[Library?|HellKore]]

"How should we decide who gets changed?" you ask, the other you stopping herself from speaking, but she then cuts in with, "And where they go?"\n\n"Well, from our conversations, I think I have a pretty good idea already where I can resettle one of you," Celest explains. "Somewhere that's different but not too different, and has a lot of opportunities for me to get into their systems and set you up without needing to do a bunch of 'ground work'. As for how to decide who it is... I think choosing randomly is best," she explains. "It's fair. I can set up a random number generator."\n\n"And we won't have to learn any new languages or anything?" the other you asks.\n\n"No, I'll implant that knowledge in your mind. I'll still leave you <i>you</i>, you'll just also know everything you need to so that you can get by in your new culture." She nods once, then heads over to start setting up the pods. "Once I've got these prepared, go ahead and get in. When you wake up, you'll either be back in your old bed and home, or in your new one. Whichever it is... well, I hope you have a long and happy life."\n\nYou nod, watching her silently as she finishes preparing the tubes and walks out. Then you begin to undress, the other you doing the same. "Well, at least whichever of us has to start a new life, sounds like we'll be rich as hell," you offer in a slightly forced cheerful tone.\n\n"Yeah, I'm not sure which of us is getting the better bargain there," the other you says with a halfhearted snicker as she steps out of her jeans and sort of tosses them aside. She pauses as she stands there in just her panties, then looks over at you. "So like... should we get in contact with each other? Whoever winds up resettled, they'll still remember the ori-... the other's cell phone number and email address." She pauses, then adds, a little ruefully, "And passwords."\n\n"... Alright, let's make a deal," you say, pausing while wearing only your shirt. "Whoever goes back home is free to change all their passwords without worrying about offending the other, if they think it's necessary. Whoever gets resettled... they give it at least a month before they call the ori-... the one who went back home. If, after a month, they decide they want to call, they can. If they do, no blame, if they don't, no blame, and then we'll figure out where to go from there. Deal?"\n\n"Sounds fair to me, but that's no surprise," the other you says, clasping hands with you and shaking your hand. "Deal."\n\nThe two of you clamber into the pods, settling in as the glass starts to swing closed. This time, as the drowsiness steals over you, you hear a pleasant but slightly artificial voice speaking. "Just relax. Go to sleep. When you wake up, you'll be comfortable at home, in your own bed. But for now..."\n\n<hr>\n(([["... goodnight."|GGAlien]]))\n\n(([["... oyasumi nasai."|GGJSStart]]))

"Let's go see if we can find that art gallery thing," you suggest. "If there are still any of those statues here I want to see for myself."\n\n"Cool. I think it was like... this way?" Kev suggests, turning and pointing down one hallway. "Maybe?"\n\n"Not like they provided much of a map," Leslie notes as all of you set off, each holding a camp lantern or flashlight. \n\n"Yeah, but I think when that one lady was wandering around and found the statue room, art gallery, whatever it was, she left from this room and went down here, so unless it was just a completely different layout..." Kev opens various doors and peeks in as he goes along, giving brief glimpses of rooms with furniture draped in sheets. Then he gives a soft 'wow', opening one door further. "Yeah, this is totally it."\n\nIndeed, inside is a particularly large room, and running down the center of it on either side of the dusty red strip of carpet, are statues on bases. Although, "These definitely weren't the ones that were in the movie," you note, staring a little at some of the more... explicitly-proportioned statues. While a handful of them are the classy, pseudo-Greek statues like in the film, others are practically perverse, featuring huge-breasted women with detailed vaginas, or naked males with erect, jutting cocks. Some of them aren't even human, showing more monster-like features. A handful of them are headless, and a glance behind them shows that the heads are resting on little display pillars, including one of an obvious Medusa-like being with rearing snakes for hair and a contorted, fanged maw. There are several empty stands down at the end, and you wonder if at least some of the statues have been removed... or stolen?\n\nIn any event you notice that unlike the movie, the statues aren't the only things on display. There's a massive guillotine in one section, looking like it might be authentic to your untrained eye... wow, wonder how many French aristocrats went through that thing? Or if the headless statues have anything to do with it, it does have a blade attached and it looks sharp. Could it be sharp enough to cut stone? Naaah, surely not. \n\nThere's also a case with what looks like little sculptures in it... spiders? Maybe scorpions, it's hard to tell precisely from here. There are a few others with what looks like jewelry in them... surely all fake costume jewelry from some film scene that got left on the cutting room floor, right? No one would leave actual jewels in a place like this.\n\n"What?" James suddenly asks, looking right at you.\n\n"I didn't say anything," you inform him, giving him a confused glance.\n\n"I... thought I heard someone say something."\n\n"I kinda did too," Leslie admits, glancing around. "Didn't you?"\n\nNow that you realize it, you did sort of hear something like a mutter, but assumed it was just one of the others. But Kev looks as confused as the rest of you. Huh. Weird. ... Probably just imaginations acting up in this creepy old house. Probably.\n\n<hr>\n[[Look at the empty bases.|GGHH25x2]]\n\n[[Look at the statue heads.|GGHH26x1]]\n\n[[Look at the guillotine.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Look at the display cases.|GGHH27x1]]\n\n[[Listen for the whispering.|GGHH]]

... Hm. Wouldn't that actually solve a lot of problems at once? After all, he'd be one of the biggest threats if you otherwise got discovered as pregnant, and if you instead hook up with him and convince him the kid's his, you can continue to stay in the dojo and maybe get Akane off your back. Plus, you realize you have the perfect excuse. It might help to take a few extra steps, but you can manage that. Bidding Tofu a distracted goodbye, you hurry out of the office and back to the dojo to dig through Happosai's collection.\n\nYou wait until that night when everyone's gone to bed before rapping on the doorframe of Soun's room. "Hey, Uncle? There's something I need to talk to you about."\n\n"Yes, come in, Ranma," his voice answers. You slide open the door and slip inside before closing it after you. The mustachioed man is sitting still wearing his gi, legs folded and eyes closed, apparently having been meditating, although he opens his eyes once you're inside. "What is it you need?"\n\n"Ah, well, y'know, I've been doin' a lot of thinking lately, about me and Akane," you answer, rubbing at your arm with one hand and glancing upward. "And how we just can't seem to make it work. But I know how important it is to you and Pops to have our schools joined by marriage, but the last time we switched it to Nabiki that didn't go so good, and it'd just be the same thing there with Kasumi, yanno, and..."\n\nYou trail off, Soun giving you a sour look. "Ranma, is this yet another plea to break off the engagement?"\n\n"No, no, like I said I get how important it is!" you rush to assure him, waving your hands a bit. "Just, I've been thinking, and maybe there's a better way to do it."\n\n"A... better way?" Soun frowns thoughtfully, brow furrowing the faintest bit.\n\n"Yeah. See, I figured..." Her, you give him a smile, letting it turn a bit sultry. "That I can just marry you, Uncle."\n\n"... What?" Soun stares at you as if thinking he clearly must have heard you wrong, though his eyes widen as you undo the tie of your pants and let them drop, then undo the clasps of your shirt and shrug out of it... revealing the white bridal lingerie you're wearing underneath it. Well, the white satin bra, the frilly white garter belt, and the white lace stockings... the panties didn't fit quite right so you decided to just leave them off. (You were kind of worried he might notice your stockinged feet and ruin the impact of the surprise, but apparently his eyes never got to the floor.) "Ah... ah, Ranma, what are you saying, what, what do you," he stammers, clearly having a tough time kicking his brain into gear.\n\n"I mean, I'm a girl like this, right?" you ask, putting your hands on your bare hips and tilting them at an angle to show off your bare crotch, and display your pussylips to him as much as your position allows. "So it could just as easy be a cross-generational marriage. And our kids could carry on the joined school as well as mine and Akane's could, right?"\n\n"Our... our... our..." Soun looks somewhere between absolutely captivated and absolutely comatose, his eyes having lost a bit of focus.\n\n"Yes, exactly!" You smile, both to continue winning him over and because you're sure you've got him. "So now, let's get to-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-planning the wedding."|FRanX]]\n\n[["-making one."|FRanX24x2]]

You move in close, pressing your lips to Soun's and sliding your tongue across his lips, hands sliding over his shoulders. After all, the best move is to convince him the kid's his ASAP, right? You can feel him just sitting there for a few moments, not reacting, until he cracks and starts kissing you back hungrily, his own tongue diving into your mouth.\n\n'I mean he's actually pretty good at this,' you think, despite the weirdness of kissing a guy (totally different than fucking one!). And you maybe kind of think that once you're established as his wife you'll make him shave the mustache because that's just weird. You lean yourself down a little more, running your hands down his chest and into his gi top, feeling the muscles that are really well-maintained for an old guy, and then down far enough to squeeze the now obvious bulge in his pants. 'Whoa, he's way~ bigger than either Hiroshi or Daisuke!' you think, in a mingling of desire and some slight intimidation.\n\nThen you give a little yelp as Soun suddenly topples you over and onto your back on his futon, looming above you with his eyes in shadow, face a mask of determination as he pulls off his gi top to bare said muscles, and shove down his pants to free that stiff, towering pillar of flesh. 'O-oh yeah, way bigger,' you think, staring at a little and wondering if maybe you've bitten off more than you can chew if he's gone all Warrior Mode. Uhhh, how long has it been since his wife died, again? Exactly how backed-up is he?\n\nTo your surprise what happens next is him diving down, hauling your stocking-clad thighs onto his shoulders as he starts applying his tongue and lips to your bare pussy. You let out another squeak of shock that quickly turns to a moan, your eyes rolling up some as your hips start to buck and twitch, your hands gripping the sides of the futon. 'H-holy shiiiit!' You shudder all over at the pleasure of his mouth on you, toes curling inside the white material of the stockings. 'This is the secret technique of a widower!' or something, because let's face it life has left you ill-equipped for anything but martial arts metaphors.\n\nAlmost without thinking about it you reach below yourself to unfasten your bra, quickly wriggling your way out of it and freeing your large tits. But before you can start working them over yourself, Soun reaches up, his big hands resting on the large orbs and going to work, displaying that he obviously knows what he's doing there too as his fingertips tease your areola and stimulate your stiff nipples as well as squeezing with just the right force. 'Holy fuuuuck thank you to the previous Mrs. Tendo,' your overstimulated mind spits out, appreciating who must have been the one to teach him all this stuff. You soon find yourselv cumming, arching your back and pressing your pussy up against Soun's stroking tongue, grinding your clit up against his mustache. 'Okay maybe he can keep it.'\n\nYour father's friend brings you off two more times before he moves forward, pushing your legs as he does, bending you practically double and looming above you, bringing that long, thick prick into place where he can thrust straight down... and does, your tongue jutting out and your expression one of brainless pleasure as he starts thrusting. 'M-mating press,' you think, at least as much as you can at this point, wrapping your arms around Soun and pulling him to you eagerly. 'He's, he's definitely trying to breed me, he wants to put a baby in me really bad, holy fuck holy shit it's so goooood!' You kiss him utterly shamelessly now, sucking and licking his tongue as it claims your mouth while his cock pounds down into you, driving you against the futon with each thrust, his balls slapping against you again and again until finally he thrusts in deep and begins emptying them into you. Despite having concocted this whole plan specifically to hide already being knocked up, your brain is so awhirl with the pleasure of the position, his utter masculine dominance and desire to breed with the fertile doe in front of him, that you could swear you feel yourself being impregnated.\n\nSoun briefly raises his hips up until his cock slides out of you, still stiff and pointed down, dripping from its coating of his mingled cum and yours, drops falling down to join the mess that's already made of your pussy as you look down your body, panting and gasping. But apparently Soun is determined to make sure you go through with your idea, since he quickly pushes back into you and once more presses his body down against yours, making you moan and whimper eagerly beneath him as he once again starts pounding your hot little pussy that's still eagerly sucking away at this middle-aged man's prick, desperate for his babies.\n\nHe winds up filling you with three more loads before finally rolling off to the side and near-instantly falling asleep, snoring with his limp cock flopped over his belly. You lay there insensate next to him for awhile, legs spread a bit and gaping pussy dribbling cum as you stare at the ceiling and feel tiny aftershock orgasms shudder through your body. Eventually, though, you decide to return to your own room for the rest of the night... Kasumi finding you here first thing in the morning might start more drama than you want to deal with first thing in the morning. You stagger to your feet and pull on your shirt and pants, completely forgetting about your bra as you walk carefully on rubbery legs out of the room. As you're passing the phone in the hall, though, it rings, and half on reflex you answer it. "Uh, hello?"\n\n"Oh, is this Ranma? Excellent. This is Dr. Tofu, I'm sorry to call you so late, but it's quite important. You see I was researching some of what I learned during the examination, and after that and a few chemical tests I'm quite certain the pregnancy was a false positive."\n\n"... Buh?" You side-eye the phone, your face having gone slack. Wait, is he telling you that you just... switched your engagement to a middle-aged man and spent all night fucking him because of a friggin' false positive.\n\n"Yes, apparently it's just something that can happen in cases of curses like this, due to, ah, certain activities. So not to worry, you're not pregnant! Oh, though in your current state, if you did have sex with a man, conception would be virtually guaranteed, so do be careful."\n\n"... Buuuuuuh?" Your eyes widen some, especially since you can feel several globs of cum dribbling down your inner thighs at this very moment.\n\n"Indeed, so, goodnight!" Tofu says before hanging up.\n\nYou just stand there, staring at the wall. ... Well that's a fine kettle of fish. While you're still trying to process, Akane flumps down the stares, standing at the bottom of them in her pajamas and glaring at you in annoyance.\n\n"Ranma! What are you doing on the phone, and at this time of night?"\n\n"Uh... it was just Dr. Tofu calling about something, nothing... important," you mutter, hanging up.\n\n"Well what were you doing up to answer it anyway?!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... You'll find out later."|FRanX]]\n\n[["Oh, just fucking your dad."|FRanX]]

Healers are always in demand, and you can earn a lot of in-game currency (and even real-world currency) by being a particularly good one. Deciding to see what a revamped cleric is like, you make your selection. The character model's robe shifts and alters, becoming opaque and more glittering of texture, a golden tiara appearing on her forehead and a stola in red and orange draped around her neck and hanging down past her waist. However, you also notice some rather physical changes, the character model's hips becoming a bit more generous and her breasts becoming a <i>lot</i> more generous. Guess there's something to that whole "forces of life", huh?\n\nFrom here you'd expect to go to customizing your character novel, but instead find yourself at another choice screen... apparently each new character is supposed to have a "trait"... something unique to them that affects their gameplay in some way. You raise your eyebrows some as you read over them... you can definitely see why this is an adults only game now, if this is the sort of stuff they're including. It can't be nearly as interesting as they make it sound... it's probably just pervy fluff text to go with game mechanics. Why try to cut out such a big part of the audience for some text? Oh well.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's trait!</center>\n\n[[Generous Priestess|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your healing abilities are all greatly boosted. However, you must tend to the sexual needs of any who ask you; should you refuse, you will lose your powers. (Yeah yeah, some NPCs will probably occasionally ask you to do naughty things, you'll click 'yes', there'll be a fade to black.)\n\n[[Cock Weakness|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your willpower is almost indestructible in all cases save one: the sight of a cock drives you near to madness with the desire to please it. (Improved will saves against everything but standard males, got it.)\n\n[[Cow of the Gods|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your breasts fill with holy milk that can provide much-needed healing energy to your party members, most effective if taken directly, but even when bottled it is life-giving. (Oh hey, generating healing potions and party members able to click on you to heal, don't really see any drawbacks there.)

"I dunno," you allow, since she brought it up. "I guess maybe I might be interested in something at least a little special."\n\n"Oh?" Lina smiles at that, stepping closer.\n\n"Yeah. I actually don't have any really fancy sets of underwear," you admit. "I mean, I've got some nice stuff, I guess? But not anything you'd call fancy."\n\n"Oh, that won't do at all!" Lina gasps, putting her fingers to her mouth as if horrified, then smiling and winking at you again. "Every girl ought to have plenty of fancy stuff to suit her mood. Tell you what... let me bring up a couple of different selections. Then you can pick one out, and I'll make a gift of it to you."\n\nThat makes you blink. "What, like, for free?"\n\n"For completely free. Consider it an investment in a future customer, because trust me... when you try on some of these, you'll feel like a whoooole new person," she coos, eyes twinkling. "And I'm betting you'll like that person, and that person will want a looot more underwear over the years to keep feeling that way."\n\nWell, it's a little bit of overextending the metaphor, but you guess you can't argue with free stuff. "Thanks, that'd be great!"\n\n"Let me just assemble some different sets," Lina says, beckoning you over to a small, mostly clear table, then heading off into the store. A few minutes later she returns and begins laying things out. "I haven't measured you, but I have a pretty good idea for sizes. Call it my own gift, that I'm using to give you this gift," she adds with a soft laugh. "But here, we have a set in lovely '[[Bubblegum Pink|GGLing3x1]]'," she explains, laying her fingers along a set of, as said, <i>extremely</i> pink and very lacy bra and panties, the panties a rather skimpy thong and the bra looking like it's about a half-cup. "And then, this color is called [[Blood Wine|GGLing1x2]]," she continues, indicating a somewhat more modestly and solidly cut set in what looks like satin, a luscious, rich dark red color.\n\n"Then we have '[[Rosevine Green|GGLing]]'," she continues, indicating a somewhat lacey but relatively modestly-cut set patterned with rosevines, with a single red rose in the center of the bra and at the top of the waistband of the panties. "And if you want to go with something a bit more on the 'comfy' side while still being suitably fancy, there's this '[[Power Blue|GGLing]]' set," she adds, indicating a set of black-trimmed, deep blue bra and boyshorts, though the boyshorts have a hint of lace trim and the bra zips up the front with a small decorative pull, so you guess they still count as fancy.\n\n"And finally," Lina says, grinning rather wickedly as the two of you come to the end of the table, both her hands indicating the last set of lingerie. "We have '[[Mistress Black|GGLing]]'." As might be expected, they're a deep, thorough shade of black. The top is a lace-up-the-front corset style garment with strapless cups, and the bottom is a lacy, crotchless G-string. It also apparently includes a garter belt and tall, solid, shiny stockings. She's even set a pair of stiletto heels next to them.\n\n"Uh... really went all out on that last one, huh?" you note, blushing.\n\n"Sometimes you have to go all the way or none of the way," she replies, eyes twinkling. "But go on, pick whichever you like. Then just head to that fitting room over there and slip into them, you can wear them home."

"I think Liyal is right, let's challenge the Master of Coin," you answer, nodding. You all straighten up and you turn to face the king again. "We want to challenge your Master of Coin for his place!"\n\n"Very well then. Arkoth, step forward and face your challenge," the king calls, glancing aside.\n\nYou're not terribly surprised when it turns out to be the human who walks forward. 'The king seems remarkably calm for sending this dude out to die,' you can't help but think sympathetically. He's got thick black hair and skin that's so pale it looks like it hasn't seen the sun in at least a decade, with rather deep-set reddish eyes with dark circles around them. He's otherwise not too bad-looking, albeit with sharp features such as his cheeks and jaw and chin, but he doesn't look exactly intimidating under the folds of the black robes he's wearing... in a straight-up fistfight you'd bet on Meridia, even without any magic. You're fairly shocked when he reaches the center of the room and actually shrugs out of the robes, letting them piled to the floor, revealing that he's wearing nothing but a black loincloth beneath it. Your suspicion was kind of right... he's quite skinny, and just as pale all over, though it looks like he does have some lean muscles going for him as well.\n\n"And who will challenge me?" he asks in a shockingly calm, even voice, a sort of whisky rasp that carries some heat beneath the steadiness of it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Liyal.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Meridia.|GGWar]]\n\n[[You.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Kama.|GGWar]]

You just stare at her for a moment, before turning your computer chair a bit more to face her. "Whooooo the fuck are you and what are you doing in my room?"\n\n"Oh, my name's Grey, nice to meet you an' shit," she chirps, moving to take a seat on the side of your bed and crossing one leg over the other, bobbing her motorcycle-boot-clad foot in the air. "I'm in your room because, like I said, I'd been waiting all day for you to leave so I could talk to you, but I got bored."\n\n"... You're kind of chatty for a stalker or a serial killer or something," you observe, narrowing your eyes at her.\n\n"And you've got a good sense for when someone actually wants to hurt you, or you'd have tried something stupid by now." Grey grins wolfishly at you, an impression only added to by that rather pelt-like hair and those glittering yellow eyes. "But anyway, I wanted to have a chat with you because I was there last night."\n\n"... You were in the house with us?" you ask, feeling a slight shudder run down your spine despite, as she said, not feeling like she's there to hurt you.\n\nThat just makes her give a soft bark of laughter. "Of course not!" She leans forward some, wolfish grin growing wider and showing a bit more teeth. "I was in the woods."\n\nYou find yourself simultaneously trying to go pale and blush. "... Oh."\n\n"Mhm. Watched the whole thing from nearby. If that was your first time, and I think it really was, you're a heck of a natural. That whole thing... how you handled your girl, both emotionally and physically, how confident you were, how unafraid... I was really impressed, so I had to come see you."\n\n"Do you just, like, lurk in the woods looking to be impressed by teenage girls making out, or...?" you mutter a little suckily, glancing away while your cheeks color, then looking back when she gives another short laugh.\n\n"C'mon, Cyan, you're smarter than that. Put it together." She leans forward again, staring right in your eyes as she pulls her lip up a bit more over her smile, highlighting her rather pronounced canine teeth. "Why do you think I was in those woods?"\n\nThen her eyes glow red in the pupils while a soft, animalistic growling sound rumbles in her throat.\n\n<hr>\n[[... eep.|GGWW]]\n\n[[... Cool.|GGHH12x4]]

"Let's challenge one of the others," you suggest, glancing along the various beastmen (and that one human-looking guy) lined up at the sides of the throne. "None of them look like they're near as badass as he is. And if they were, they'd probably be King, right?"\n\n"Got a point there," Kama agrees eagerly, which immediately makes you doubt yourself.\n\n"Alright, but which one?" Meridia asks.\n\n"I say the Master of Coin," Liyal pipes up. "They're usually in charge of deciding what businesses the crown opens and operates, after all. If they don't have casinos, we could be the first to open some!"\n\n"Nah, nah, Master of War is where it's at," Kama rebuts. "We came here 'cause they raid good shit, remember? Master of War is the one that says who gets raided and what gets distributed!"\n\n"We could no doubt do well for ourselves in almost any of the posts," Meridia says in a calming voice. "Yet again, we need but pick one."\n\n"But who will fight them? We don't even know who is who," Meridia points out.\n\n"I'll just tack it on once whoever it is steps forward, you've trusted my decisions so far, right?" you point out.\n\nThe others glance at one another, but apparently have no qualms and just nod in agreement. "Who then?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Master of Coin.|GGWar6x2]]\n\n[[Master of Magic.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Master of Spies.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Master of War.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Master of Slaves.|GGWar]]

"Oof!" Sailor Moon grunts as you toss her onto the ground in the middle of the darkened room. She quickly scrambles to her knees, pulling against the glowing purple bands binding her wrists behind her back, and glowers up at you defiantly with her pretty blue eyes. "Give it up, Anubilis! You'll never win! You'll never..." She trails off, her pert nose wrinkling. "... What is that <i>smell</i>?!"\n\n"Normally, you might be right," you reply in a thoughtful tone, meandering aside a few steps to pick up an elaborate golden goblet sitting on an Egyptian-styled pillar. (Staging is important for this sort of thing, especially when you're so close to realizing your goal.) "You, after all, are perhaps the most pernicious of magical girls. Though an artificially created copy, you were endowed with all the narrative force of your role. Meaning that for you in particular, if I were simply to kill you, transform you, or corrupt you, likely you would just overcome it and resurrect yourself thoroughly purified and even stronger than before. Possibly even doing the same to your friends. But if I have you change yourself..."\n\n"Huh?! Hey, what was that about my friends?!" Sailor Moon demands, cutting off with an 'ack' as you toss the contents of the goblet in her face, the heavy, thick white glop spattering across her skin and hair. "Ew! Is this cum?! That's gross, I may be a sexy magical girl but-!"\n\nShe cuts off again as torchlights begin to flicker to life around the room, casting little pools of illumination heavy with shadows around them. Leering at her from every part of the room are strange equinoid creatures, their skins gleaming with excited sweat, thick, big-lipped mouths working in gibbering giggles and wordless moans as they constantly spurt cum into the collection buckets below them, their udder-like tits wobbling beneath their forelegs. Of course, they still have their human eyes (albeit glazed by lust and little more than base animal intelligence), their human hairstyles... many of them's thick, designed-to-suck-dick lips are even still sporting the glossy lipstick of their transformations, heads above their ludicrous muzzles still adorned with tiaras, much as their thick assholes are adorned with reminders of their previous life buzzing away to stimulate them to further ecstasy. \n\n"You asked about your friends, I believe?" you ask in a mockingly amiable tone.\n\n"N-no... Sailor Mercury... Sailor Jupiter... Sailor Venus... even the Outer Senshi... w-what have you done to them?!" she demands, before crying out and jutting up her hips. The front of her panties bulges, stretching out briefly with the shape of a thick shaft and two orbs. But it's only seconds before her growing cock tears through the fabric, ripping it to shreds as she jerks and twists her hips at the overwhelming sensation. Her new prick continues to grow longer and thicker, jutting out before her at an angle, her balls dangling down between her legs and growing heavier by the moment. By the time it stops, the massive thing is long enough that if it were tilted back towards her, it would likely touch her forehead, and her balls are actually resting on the floor. "Nnnnh... nnh, stop, it's... it's too hard, they're too full, it aches," she whines, tossing her head and making her long ponytails shake.\n\n"Oh, I think we have someone that can help you with that," you chuckle, beckoning.\n\nOne of the ridiculous beasts comes waddling from the shadows, its heavy chest-udders shaking beneath it and its continuously spurting cock sprawing them and the floor with its cum. Its lust-glazed eyes fix on Sailor Moon and her towering hardon immediately, its immense tongue slurping its drooling lips in eagerness.\n\n"S-Sailor Mars, no," Sailor Moon whimpers. "You... you have to fight it! Rei-chan, don't!" she pleads as the creature waddles towards her, its round ass-flanks jiggling.\n\n"Cooooock," is the Rei-horse's only answer as it unhesitatingly slurps its mouth over Usagi's cockhead and starts sliding downward, the blonde crying out in a mingling of shame, betrayal, and pleasure as the thing that was once her friend unrelentingly sucks her cock down its gullet. Her eyes are already rolling, her cries gurgling some as the beast slides her inside its throat, powerful equinoid neck-muscles working to swallow it as that long, prehensile tongue slurps all around her shaft, even sliding out past those fat, crimson lips to work over her overfull balls.\n\n"N-nooooo!" Usagi wails in denial, but with the sheer area of cock that the Rei-horse can deliver pleasure to, added to the beast's mouth-muzzle being designed to pleasure dicks, she barely lasts two minutes before jerking her hips towards her transformed friend's lips, trying her best to empty those constantly-refilling balls into the Rei-horse's gullet. She pants heavily as the creature draws back, still slurping and sucking as it goes, then yelps and thuds forward onto her hands as her wrists are abruptly freed, almost bumping her head against her own cock. She lifts her head... then stares as the Rei-horse shoves its hindquarters towards her, that massive, thick asshole practically against her face.\n\n"Become... a horse," the Rei-horse slurs in its thick, wet voice, oversized tongue lolling out past its swollen, smiling lips as it looks over its shoulder at her.\n\n"Become... a horse!" the Minako-horse adds, rearing a little as it spurts more cum into its trough.\n\n"Become... a horse," the Mai-horse nickers, eyes rolling as its fan-vibrator gives a particularly hard buzz and sends a positive gush of jizz rushing out of its dildo-shaped prick.\n\nUsagi jerks her head back and forth, eyes wide with horror as more and more distorted versions of voices she knows chant "Become... a horse!", starting to overlap one another in the musky, cum-scented air. But then her eyes seem to be magnetically drawn back to the thick, flexing asshole in front of her... and begin to glaze over as her cock starts dribbling pre.\n\n"Yes, Sailor Moon, last best hope for humanity," you murmur smugly, fingering the overlarge replica of the Crescent Moon Wand in your hands as it buzzes steadily, watching Sailor Moon's trembling gloved hands starting to reach for the Rei-horse's hindquarters. "Become a horse."\n\n<b>Anubilis</b> end - <i>A stable of dick-horses</i>

You head to the kitchen for popcorn and a soda before sprawling out on the couch and finding something out of the 'Popular on Netflix' list. You finish a showing of The Avengers and are browsing around for another movie to watch when you hear the front door open and close.\n\n"Sam!" Aunt Kelly calls, prompting you to hit the 'Off' icon on the pad and quickly set it back in its holster. Your aunt pokes her head into the room, grinning. "Sorry about that, but c'mon. If we leave we can still get there before night."\n\nThe two of you toss your bags into the SUV and set off on the several-hour trip to the nearby national park, situated at the edge of one of the largest protected forests in North America. You pass the time telling Kelly about your first year of high school, and in return she tells you about her latest trip to China to broker some trades on vases. (It's more interesting the way she tells it.) It's a rather nice time really, and soon the two of you are pulling up to the gate of the park. The ranger gives you both the standard lecture about fires, not wandering too far from paths, things like that, but seems mostly interested in collecting the camping fee and getting you waved on through. Kelly guides the SUV fairly slowly along the paved paths, heading deeper into the forest a bit, until finding a fairly far-back campsite and pulling into one of the two accompanying parking places.\n\n"Hm." She climbs out of the car and looks around, hands on her hips as she eyes the concrete and metal firepit, the wooden fenceposts around the site and the obviously-recently-mowed grass between that and the trees, and the signs pointing towards a bathroom building. "This is a little less like 'authentic camping' than I was originally picturing." Glancing over at you as you haul your bags out of the car, she walks over to lift out some of the camping equipment. "What do you say, should we head further into the forest, actually camp somewhere further than six feet from concrete?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds good!|Camping5x1]]\n\n[[Probably best not to.|Camping1x3]]

"I dunno, that guy told us not to even wander too far from the road. If he comes by and finds us actually camping out there he might kick us out."\n\n"Hm, good point." Your aunt makes a face. "That would put an end to our trip pretty quickly, since it's not like there's a competing national park around. Alright, kiddo, I guess this is as rustic as we're getting. At least it means not hauling all this stuff through the woods."\n\nThe two of you begin setting up your tents (not an especially onerous task, apparently Aunt Kelly spent quite a bit of money to make sure you could both avoid the trial of figuring out which bendy pole gets twisted over where) and setting up some of the other equipment she brought along. As you're shoving the cooler around trying to decide whether it should be completely out of the way or used as a potential seat around the fire pit, the both of you hear another vehicle approach. Turning to look, you see a heavy-duty red truck (F-350, it says) with a covered bed rumble to a stop in front of your campsite. The doors open and a man and woman get out... you'd peg them as a little older than your parents, a tall man with dark hair shot through with grey wearing jeans and a denim jacket, and his similarly-attired wife with long auburn hair in a low ponytail.\n\n"Hey, you two!" the woman calls genially, smiling and waving. "Hope we're not disturbing you or anything." \n\n"No, it's fine," your aunt replies politely. "Can we help you with anything?"\n\n"Well I'm Gloria, this is Mitch, we live near the park. During vacation season we'll load up with firewood and fruits and veg, stuff we've got too much of ourselves, and come by to see if any of you campers would like to buy it for cheap. Interested at all?"\n\nAunt Kelly glances over at you, as if to ask what you think.\n\n<hr>\n[[It'd save us some trouble...|Camping1x4]]\n\n[[Nah.|Camping]]

You take a deep breath and remind yourself that you're not in a battle of good versus evil, you're in a battle of ninjas against (relative) bad guys, and not all bad guys are going to be empathyless monster orphans. Guan-Xi's mother might wind up with problems... but a lot more people would have problems if the Triad alliance Kuro talked about happened.\n\nQuickly setting the photo down exactly where it was, you move to stand near the bed as you hear the bathroom door open. Guan-Xi saunters out, wearing just a towel around his waist, hair slicked back and giving you what he apparently thinks is a rakish grin. "Hey, baby, you want a turn?"\n\n"Mm, I'm ready to get right to the fun," you coo, stepping forward and gripping his cock through the towel, feeling it surge instantly to extreme hardness in your hand. (That wasn't a secret sex ninja technique he's apparently just really eager.) "Why don't you have a seat, baby, and I'll show you a good time?"\n\nHe hurriedly moves over to sit on the side of the bed, and you give him a sultry smile as you sink to your knees in front of him. You tug the towel open to reveal his stiff prick... hm, not too bad. Of course you're used to a variety of much, much nicer ones back at Trap Dojo, but you make sure to look all sparkly-eyed and enthralled even as you think that, cooing as you lean in and start running your fingers and tongue over it as if in adoration. You can already feel his cock trembling against your tongue after only the first minute and a half, and it's almost absently that you start brushing your fingers over a few pressure points in his crotch and legs to make him last longer. He moans loudly as you slide your mouth over the tip of his cock and start bobbing your head up and down smoothly, obviously surprised at himself for holding out this long, though you're pretty sure that you could play him like a damn fiddle and keep edging him for as long as you wanted.\n\nSo you're not in a particular hurry, largely ignoring him as he rests a hand on the back of your head while you're deep-throating him and working him over with your tongue, one of your hands working his balls (a bit more carefully than you usually might, considering the fake nails). It gives you time to consider what exactly to do, pondering how best to destroy him as you give him what's obviously the best head of his life.\n\nLet's see. Well, there's two immediate options you can see right in front of you. The first is that you fuck him so well and so thoroughly that he becomes addicted to it... you can see several ways you could use that to derail him. The other is just to fuck him so intensely that he passes out, which would give you time to engineer a wider array of options.\n\n<hr>\n[[Addiction.|RunNinja]]\n\n[[Exhaustion.|RunNinja]]

Better do a check-over of the place, see what you can find that might be either dangerous or useful to the mission.\n\nYou wind up finding a bit of a both. First in your check-over of the bed you discover a gun under the pillow. Hm, recon missed that, you'll have to make a note of it in your report. You take the bullets out of it and hide them in the secret pocket at the bottom of your purse before returning the magazine to the gun and slipping it back into place. Carefully listening to the sounds in the bathroom, you also check in several of his drawers, finding various drugs and other things that a non-paid-off cop would be very interested in.\n\nThing is, you also find a picture of Guan-Xi with his mother. You actually pick it up, sort of staring at it. A more grandmotherly little old Chinese lady you couldn't ask for. They're standing in front of a car dealership and beside a brand new luxury car, and Guan-Xi has an arm around her shoulders, pointing towards her with his other hand and hamming up a huge grin for the camera. The picture looks to be a few years old, so it must have been just as he was starting to hit it big with his Triad group... in other words, one of the very first things he did was take care of his mother.\n\nYou feel yourself starting to have a few little pangs of doubt. What will happen to Guan-Xi's mother if you go through with this? How will she feel if... or when... she finds out about however you've decided to deal with Guan-Xi? Can you really do this?\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|RunNinja1x11]]\n\n[[No.|RunNinja]]

You look over at your aunt apologetically. It might be less humiliating in some ways, but... you just <i>can't</i>. Hanging your head, you murmur, "The dogs."\n\n"What's that?" Mitch says, raising a hand to his ears.\n\n"I... I pick the dogs."\n\n"I think what you mean is you want dog dick, girl. And show some respect for your elders!"\n\nYou swallow, fighting back tears, but manage, "P-please, I want dog dick, sir."\n\n"Alright, then." Smirking, he reaches up to undo the carabiner and unhook your ropes, pulling your bound wrists in front of you and then yanking you along by them, Gloria doing the same thing to your aunt. The two of them haul you over to a pair of wooden blocks with slightly angled, padded tops and straps coming off of them. You're forced to kneel in front of it on the higher end, and then bent forward and over it, your knees lifted off of the ground and your arms at an angle to touch the floor. The main strap gets slung over your back to hold you down against the block, and others are fastened around your thighs and upper arms to hold them close into the block. The whole thing winds up with you and your aunt with the balls of your feet on the floor and forearms angled down, asses forced to lift high in the air.\n\n"Oh, can't forget these!" Gloria says cheerfully, something in her hand jingling as she comes back from the side. She shows you a pink nylon collar, thin in the style of a puppy collar, with multiple tags dangling from it. The bone-shaped nametag reads, in nice big letters, 'Sam'. "We even included your home address and everything on them in case you get lost," she coos as she slips it around your neck and fastens it snugly, the multiple metal tags jingling together the whole time. She moves over to Aunt Kelly and fastens on a thicker purple nylon collar, presumably engraved in similar fashion, around her neck. "We have laws in this state about uncollared animals, you know."\n\nMitch has been gently rubbing the sheath and balls of one of the dogs directly in front of you... Pounda, you can now see by his own nametag... and Gloria moves over to do the same thing to Slamma. The dogs are standing on all fours, panting happily as their pointed red cocks start to slide out of their sheathes... and slide... and slide. Your eyes widen the more comes out. Both animals have to be at least fourteen inches long by the time their owners let their hands fall away to pat them on the back of the necks.\n\nSnapping a command in German, Mitch straightens up as the dogs race around behind you and out of sight, though by following the jingling of their own tags you can tell that they've turned around and are right behind you. The man pauses for a moment. "Oh, well, fair's fair, I suppose," he muses as Gloria moves forward to undo your aunt's ballgag. "I told you I'd let you make the choices for both of you, girl, so tell me..." He grins wickedly. "Which hole do you want it in? Your cunt, or your ass?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Pussy.|Camping]]\n\n[[Ass.|Camping1x7]]

At the question, you feel a sudden strong, irrational desire to keep your sex pristine for if you get married. Maybe if he focuses on the back door, you can get out of this with your 'real' virginity intact.\n\n"My a-" You wince as Mitch's eyes narrow, and in a meeker tone, you begin again. "I want the dog to fuck my ass, please, sir."\n\n"Good girl." Smirking at you, he then raises his head and snaps another command in German. Pounda steps forward, his furry chest and belly rubbing across your ass as he moves into position. He'd be too big to properly grip you anyway even if you were on all fours, but he's apparently been trained to compensate. His forelegs nudge in over your shoulders and press against the front of the block, and the inescapable feeling of the massive animal above you is almost as intimidating as the feel of his huge, wet cock sliding against your buttocks as he apparently works around trying to find the hole his master commanded him to fuck. \n\nYou gasp as you feel the pointed tip nudge up against your pucker, and it turns into a scream as he immediately thrusts at least half of that huge doggy dong into you, forcing your tight, previously virgin hole open around himself. You hear another scream overlapping with yours and know that your aunt must have been penetrated at almost the same time as you. The beast wastes no time as he begins working his hips, and you can hear him panting and huffing above you as he begins shoving more and more of that thick puppy prick deeper and deeper up your asshole. He's relentless as he stretches you open around his girth, powerful haunches working back and forth as he works desperately to get wedged fully inside you.\n\nYou continue wailing out as he gets in far enough that he begins really fucking you, his tapered dick pumping into you with the relentless speed and regularity of a machine. But your wails are of unwilling pleasure... it feels <i>amazing</i>. His powerful thrusts jerk you around on your block, making your little tits jiggle and the tags of your collar tinkle like bells. His heavy, black-furred balls swing forward, slapping against your virgin pussy, the fur quickly growing soaked with your arousal. You try desperately to resist the pleasure building in your body, some tiny still-rational part of your mind trying to convince you that getting raped up the ass by a dog when you've never even had a human dick in your pussy shouldn't feel this good. \n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Camping1x8]]

"Oh god, I love it!" Kelly suddenly blurts out amidst her cries.\n\nAs if that verbal admission were the key to the floodgates, you cry out and then begin babbling every slutty, near-incoherent thought running through your pleasure-fogged brain. "It's so good, it's so good, I love dog cock, I love being raped by dogs!"\n\n"Rape my bitch ass!" your aunt practically growls, doing her best to work her hips back towards Slamma's thrusts, her round buttocks rubbing his furry belly. "Rape my filthy bitch animal ass!"\n\n"I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'm a dog's bitch!" you scream, some drool running down your chin. You feel an orgasm rip through your body, your ass squeezing around the veiny red prick pumping into it and your pussy gushing down onto the wood block. "I'm cummiiiing! I'm cumming from being raped by a dog!"\n\n"Oh god, me too, me too!" Kelly wails, tossing her head. "I'm cumming like the bitch dog I am!"\n\nBut the dogs haven't finished with you, and for at least an hour they pound away at you and your aunt's eager assholes, driving you to screaming orgasm after wailing climax, and driving you to ever-filthier heights of self-deprecating babbling about loving dog dick and being bitches. Eventually you feel something even thicker beginning to press against your already stretched pucker. Pounda's thrusts become short, focused more on pushing that bulge against you, making you squeal as your asshole is gradually pushed more and more open. Finally, as if in desperation, the beast gives a loud bark and <i>shoves</i> forward hard, his baseball-sized knot popping into your asshole and sliding in, your pucker squeezing closed after it. You almost literally howl as you have a more intense orgasm than ever at the feel of his knot swelling bigger and bigger inside you and his cock pouring what feels like a river of animal jizz deep into you. Your eyes roll up in your head and your tongue lolls out, your expression one of pure, brainless, shameless pleasure.\n\nAfter a few moments, Pounda turns and swings his rear leg over you, facing away and letting his furry ass press against yours. You gurgle happily at this final confirmation of your bitch status, slumping limply against the block. Over the next forty-five minutes while the dogs are tied to you, you and your aunt's bellies swell slightly from the sheer amount of dog cum constantly being poured into them, the sensation keeping you in a constant post-orgasmic haze of panting and mewling. But finally the softball-sized knots inside you both shrink smaller and smaller, the twin animals starting to tug and pull away from you, making both of you squeal like sluts again at feeling their cocks work around inside you. But finally his knot is pulled free of you, his red, cum-smeared doggy dick swinging down in a shower of white pouring out of your ass.\n\n"I do believe these bitches are likely hooked," Mitch says in an amused tone, lightly stroking his own hard cock.\n\n"Let's give 'em a few minutes, then they can take care of us too," Gloria adds with a grin.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Camping1x9]]

Mitch and Gloria move forward to undo the straps of both Aunt Kelly and yourself, leaving you both slumped and dazed atop the wooden blocks. The couple moves over to sit on the end of the bed, Mitch still lightly stroking his cock, Gloria rubbing a hand slowly between her legs. You hang your head, panting, at least a little of your mind starting to come back to you, and with it a heaping helping of humiliation and shame. You've been raped up the ass by a dog... and you loved every bit of it. Even now you can still feel new trickles of cum oozing out of your slightly gaping pucker and dribbling down over your sodden virgin pussy.\n\nYou could try and resist the impulses, but what's the point now? You despair of any semblance of just getting through this with only a semblance of compliance... you just know that the next time you get a dick shoved up your ass you'll be squealing and begging for more. You cast a tired, hopeless glance over at Aunt Kelly, and from her crestfallen face and the hunger in her eyes you can tell she's coming to the same conclusion.\n\n"Here girls," Mitch calls suddenly, using the exact tone of voice he'd use to call dogs. "C'mere, girls, come to daddy and mommy, c'mere!"\n\nGiving in, you edge yourself off of the block and start crawling over to the bed on all fours, your tags jingling as if to drive home your canine state. Aunt Kelly's heavy tits wobble underneath her as she does the same, separating a bit as Gloria starts calling "Here Kelly! Here Kelly, c'mere girl!"\n\n"C'mon, Sam, that's a good girl, there y'are," Mitch coos as you arrive in front of him. He spreads his legs, his heavy balls hanging down and thick shaft jutting up. "Why don't you go ahead and suck daddy's cock, girl?" \n\n"Yes, daddy," you murmur obediently, sitting up and leaning in. You rest your hands on his thighs and lean in, slowly licking your way up the underside, then back down after moving over a little. But since he did say "suck" you drag your tongue back up the middle and then slip your lips over the head of it. You begin bobbing your head in uncertain little thrusts, until he grabs a fistful of your hair.\n\n"No, like this, silly bitch," he says cheerfully as he shoves you down hard, stuffing his cock into your throat. You gag on it, but are given no choice but to keep taking his length as you're forced down on it. Then he begins yanking and shoving on your hair, working you over his length with loud quags and thick-sounding reflexive gulps. By the sound of the muffled gasping and slurping, you're guessing Aunt Kelly is being forced to give Gloria similar treatment.\n\nMitch doesn't stop raping your mouth even when he cums, spraying down your throat and mouth and just keeping going. His thrusts force part of his load down your throat and into your belly, but churn the rest into a thin white mixture of jizz and spit dribbling down his cock and past your mouth, decorating your lips and chin with it. Finally he yanks you off of him, pulling your head back so he can watch your flushed face as you gasp for air, your mouth wide open and smeared with the leavings of his climax.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Camping1x10]]

A grown man in a schoolgirl uniform is basically guaranteed hilarity, right? Well, at least a lot of people you see posting pictures online seem to think so. "Maybe a girls' school uniform would work," you allow. "Is there just the one type, or...?"\n\n"Oh no, Master, there are several," Atalanta says, turning and walking over to a display rack nearby to gesture. "First of all we have the '[[Musical Schoolgirl|BuddySG]]' uniform type. It comes with a free musical instrument accessory, though the only one we have left is a left-handed bass guitar, all the other varieties have been bought, it was apparently a fairly popular choice this year. We also have [[Mech Pilot Schoolgirl|BuddySG]], [[Delinquent Schoolgirl|BuddySG]], [[Sweet Gal Schoolgirl|BuddySG]], and one which the Owner has dubbed the '[[Just Asking For It Schoolgirl|BuddySG]]'."\n\nYou quirk your eyebrows. "Kinda a... provocative name," you venture, since that seems the most diplomatic way to phrase it.\n\n"The Owner does tend to speak their mind with little worry about offending others, Master." Atalanta pauses, her ears actually laying flat and tail swishing in agitation. Huh, those must be those high-end 'reactive' accessories. "It's caused some problems in the past. Still they're all very good uniforms, I highly suggest one."

"Here, girl! Here, Cyan!"\n\nYou let out a happy bark and crawl over to Mistress on all fours as always, the tags of your collar jingling. You stare up at her worshipfully, your tongue lolling out as you pant when she strokes a hand over your head. Your hair's starting to get a little shaggy and tangled, the thick layer of fur growing up and out unrestrained from your crotch also starting to get long enough to curl and poke out here and there, indicating it's almost time for you to go to the groomer again. You shake your ass happily, the bushy tail jutting up from the plug in your ass wobbling in the air as your eyes, completely vacant of anything like sentient thought, stay fixated on your sole reason in the world for living.\n\n"Oooo, Cyan, you're such a good girl," your Mistress, your god, coos as she runs her hand down from your head and along your jaw, scritching under your chin and making you whimper ecstatically. "Now, at least. You were such a baaaad girl a long time ago, weren't you?"\n\nYou stop shaking your ass, tilting your head and whining softly as you pout at Mistress. Did you do something wrong? Her mouth-sounds don't sound happy anymore. You hunch your shoulders and hunker down a little, your heavy breasts wobbling a little below you, thick nipples almost brushing the floor.\n\n"Ohhh, there there," she coos, running her hand down your back, easing the worry out of you as quickly and mindlessly as it came. "That was a stupid human girl who didn't do as she was told! Not my good, good puppy who always obeys, right?"\n\nYou bark happily and shake your ass, since it sounds like Mistress is happy again, making your tail wag for her since that always makes her laugh. And she does, before patting your head again. "Of course you doooo. You're not a bad girl, you're a good bitch! Now, kennel!"\n\nObeying the mouth-noise that means you're supposed to go to your cage, you turn and crawl away, tongue lolling out again as you make your way down the row. In the other cages are the Mistress's other dogs, moaning and barking as they get mated by the boy dogs kenneled with them, their tits shaking under them as they fuck back against the males. In other cages the dogs are using their mouths or hands on their mates, and in still others they have their faces shoved in their food or water bowls, asses raised high and showing off their hairy pussies beneath their tail-plugs. You pass by the cage next to yours, not even sparing a glance for the dog inside who's getting mated by a human male, the Mistress's friend fondling the dog's big, fat, milky tits as he prepares to give you another sibling.\n\nYou're happy to see that Mistress has provided you a proper male today though, and as you crawl into your cage he leaps up and forward, not caring that you're facing the wrong way. But you're a good bitch who loves to make males happy as well as the Mistress, so you open your mouth and let his shiny red cock slide into it, sucking and licking at it as he starts fucking your face, his own lolled-out tongue dripping saliva on your bare back and ass.\n\n"I wonder how you're enjoying your Bad End, Cyan...?" you can hear the Mistress saying in a thoughtful tone as there's the sound of your kennel door being swung closed and latched.\n\nYou think you recognize one of those mouth-sounds, you realize as your mate for the day starts thumping his knot against your lips. 'Bad'? You know you're not a bad girl, she just told you're not, so what's so bad about this...?\n\n<b>Aerin's Hoard</b> end - <i>Bitch's Good End</i>

"We've gotta try and calm down," you groan, biting your lower lip and arching your hips slightly all the same. \n\n"Y-yes... yes, you're right," she replies, though her voice is shaky and scattered with soft moans, her cock giving another throb and spurt inside you at your movements. "We have to... get ourselves under control."\n\nAfter a minute or two of both of you doing your best not to move (and succeeding somewhat), your mother carefully slides her cock out of your ass and staggers up to her feet, her long, thick, cum-smeared prick jutting out in front of her still mostly-hard. You scoot back a little and flop onto your side, briefly considering getting to all fours before deciding she doesn't need the temptation. Instead you push yourself up and grab a counter, hauling yourself to your feet while your mother slumps against another countertop.\n\n"What... what's happened?" she asks, her voice thick as she looks at you out of the corner of her eye.\n\n"I..." It takes you a moment more to catch your breath and arrange your thoughts before you can answer. "I bought some candy from a new place. I ate one and grew... this." You tilt your head down a bit, indicating the obvious. "And it felt so good I had another, and then it was like I could barely control myself, all I wanted was... and I wanted you to understand, so it just seemed natural to-"\n\n"Yes," your mother interrupts a bit sharply, before letting out a rush of breath. "Yes, I think I do understand. On... those things... you can't think rationally, it's all... desire and lust, filling your head and..." She glances down past her sweaty tits towards her very slowly softening new dick. "I've never heard of anything like this. Should we... go to a doctor, or... or the person who sold you this, do you think?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to a doctor.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Go to the candy shop.|GGCandy4x3]]

On the surface, that claim seems ridiculous. But then, other than being excitable, she isn't acting like a kid, and she seems to actually be sincere. Maybe she has one of those, like... hormone disorders or something? You hold up your hands. "Er, sorry, I didn't mean to offend, I just... well, you look..."\n\n"Like what?!" she demands, putting her fists on her hips and scowling.\n\n"Bunny, he doesn't know," Alice says quietly. "And you know perfectly well what you look like to someone who doesn't know, so it's no sense pretending as if you don't, especially just to be angry, for which there aren't that many particularly good reasons at all."\n\nBunny scowls at Alice for a moment as well, then lets out a long sigh, flopping back into her chair and slumping some. "Yeah, yeah, you're right." She leans forward, propping her chin up on one hand and fiddling with the bow attached to her clock-necklace with the other. "Alright, you're Austin, right? Listen, you've gotten a little more than you bargained for here."\n\n"Well that's kinda obvious now," you can't help but say in a wry tone.\n\n"Heh. But while most of the theme park is normal, a lot of the residents aren't. We're... well, manifestations is one way to put it," Bunny says with a shrug.\n\nYou glance at Alice, who smiles. "I know it may seem hard to believe, but it's true. We're not 'normal people'. None of us were born like you were, instead we were brought into being in 1964, just before the opening of the park, fully formed and knowledgeable of what we are and our purpose."\n\n"Uh." You look back and forth between them, then jerk a little as Bunny's ears twitch a few times. "... Are you for real? ... Is that not a headband?"\n\n"Nope, we're absolutely serious. If you want a more thorough explanation, we're made out of something called 'Spiritrons'," Bunny explains. "The person who created us was a mage, who used the public perceptions of 'Alice in Wonderland' and a lot of their own preferences to form us. Our bodies are like yours, basically, we've got bones and muscles and squishy stuff in all the right places, we're just made of magical energy particles instead of normal molecules like you are."\n\n"... So, wait, if that's true, how could people... leave?" you ask. "How can you ask ghosts or... sorry, manifestations... made for a theme park to take another job at a different theme park?"\n\n"Our creator endowed us with free will, we're self-perpetuating as long as we can be around lots of people," Bunny says with a shrug. "The ambient energy of the city is enough for most of us here, especially with you here as the owner of the park. When our creator died, a lot of the original cast didn't feel super invested in this place anymore, so they decided to go somewhere they'd feel more appreciated... Worldland. Some of them might come back if this place started doing better, I guess, it is our home at the end of the day. But for now, the people who are still here are about it."\n\n"And are they all... y'know, Alice in Wonderland characters?" you ask, glancing back and forth between the two of you.\n\n"Actually most of those left for Worldland," Bunny admits, closing her eyes as she sighs again. "Our creator had originally filled out the cast with a handful of kind of 'generic' characters, though, and most of them stayed. The Gumdrops, the Fuzzies, some assorted talking animals. I'm guessing most of them didn't get nearly as lucrative offers from Worldland..." She pauses, opening her eyes and frowning. "Which is kinda weird, for the Gumdrops."\n\n"Well, they weren't exactly putting on their best show that day," Alice says in a charitable tone.\n\n"Do they ever?" Bunny rolls her eyes, then straightens up and rests her hands on the desk. "Okay, look. It's true enough that we can just sort of maintain things the way they are for decades, if we want. But we were created with the purpose of running a successful amusement park, and our nature means we thrive on more people being around. Plus, if this place became successful again, our friends might come back. So what do you say? Are you willing to work with us to make this place thrive again?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|Austin5x4]]\n\n[[Maybe?|Austin]]\n\n[[No.|Austin]]

You can't bring yourself to speak, and instead manage to glance shamefacedly at your friends... only to notice they're doing the same. Apparently all three of you really do value your lives that much... though you have to admit, it somehow feels faithless.\n\n"... Faithfulness is one thing. But there's no point in dying to no benefit for anybody, just so you can die together," Eskabar says, more gently now. "I'm gonna go keep watch in the next hallway. I'll give you a yell when the bird gets here."\n\nThings are quiet for a bit, before Veronka finally looks at you and says, "We might get out at entirely different times, depending on how our sentences go. And there's no communication between bunkers other than on business up here."\n\n"... Yeah," you allow, nodding. \n\nVeronka sniffs a little, looking back and forth between you and Shyn. "... I'll miss you both," she whispers.\n\n"You're good kids," Shyn murmurs, a surprisingly gentle smile curling her lips. "Don't act like we're dying just 'cause we're getting split up. Better to split this way than some of us getting turned into Fiend chow."\n\nEventually Eskabar calls out to you, and the four of you troop to the door. The flying transport has apparently landed flush with the bunker, meaning you can all pile in, and soon it's rushing through the air, shuddering a bit every so often from the crosswinds. You're a little surprised to see Commander Connors herself come back and have a short, whispered conversation with Eskabar, who rises and moves to the front. Connors walks over. "Jehemis, go help Eskabar do those scans."\n\nConnors watches the big woman go, then turns her head back to where you and Veronka are sitting side-by-side. She's silent for long enough to make you nervous, before she looks to the side a little, as if she can't quite look right at you when she speaks. "I know all this seems like it's going to shape your life forever. It seems so big and significant you probably don't think you can ever get away from it, get back to something normal..."\n\nShe pauses, her jaw working a little. When she speaks again, she does turn back to look at you, face composed and forceful. "But the two of you are young. You're really just starting out. And all of this? It's just your prologue. You haven't even really begun to live. And as much as I hate how things are going to shit now... I'm glad that it means you're going to get to. Go to the outer rings. Do your time. Then go home. But don't stay there forever... take the opportunity to work hard. Look around. See more of what there is for you out there. And then someday, you're going to look up, and realize that you're right where you belong, and you're with the people you should be with, and that's it. Everything until that moment, including all of this shit? It was all just a little foreword. That moment, that's your beginning."\n\nWithout another word, she turns and makes her way back into the forward section.\n\nYou sit there in silence, pondering the Commander's words, much as Veronka seems to be. Finally, the other woman turns her head towards you, smiling a little wanly. "... Even with everything else... I'm glad you were part of my prologue, Cyan." She holds up her hand, and you grip it without hesitation, both of you leaning towards each other enough to put your foreheads together. "Thank you," she whispers. "For being the one to finally see me."\n\n"I promise you, if you're ever in front of me, I will always see you," you whisper. The words on their own sound so strange, but the feeling behind them seems to get through, to judge from the tears that slip down her cheeks.\n\nThe two of you gradually pull back, settling into your seats and looking at the viewscreens. The shaking lessens as the sky outside brightens just the faintest bit, and the flyer tilts in towards the large bunker below, making its way to the next paragraph in your prologue.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGSR9xEnd]]

"Um." You swallow heavily, staring at the large pink faux-bosoms, then looking at that unchanging, smiling face. Oh, what the hell. "Yeah. Yeah, that'd be, um... good."\n\n"You won't regret it, deary, mama Candy will take wonderful care of you," she coos as she settles onto her knees in front of you, toon-gloved hands surprisingly deft as they open your jeans. She grabs your waistband and you lift yourself off the chair a little to let her pull them down, gloved hands tugging your shoes off before pulling your jeans and underwear completly off of you, leaving you sitting bare-assed on the cool wood of the chair.\n\nBeing a teenage boy, it's not exactly difficult for you to get a hardon, even in a ridiculous situation like this. Having your pants undone and pulled off did most of the work, and the cooing noises and large, soft-gloved finger that Candy strokes up and down your seven inches easily does the rest of the job. She reaches up and undoes the buttons of her overalls, letting the front flap fall down. You're surprised that the clothing isn't actually attached to the costume, and that they apparently made it anatomically correct, with big pink rubber nipples capping each breast, the nubs thick and at least an inch and a half long.\n\n"Oh, young boys do so love udders, don't they?" Candy sighs dreamily, putting her white-gloved hands on either side of her tits and leaning in, squashing them around your throbbing pecker. You hiss at the feeling... they're definitely part of a costume, stuffed and yielding much less than you pictured the real thing would do. But they do yield, and they're soft and surprisingly warm. As she begins working them up and down over you... your cock fully ensconced in big molded foam tits the entire time... you find yourself actually starting to get turned on by the obviously artificial nature of them.\n\n"You just cum all over mama Candy's big ol' udders any time you want to, deary," Candy chirps in that motherly tone again, her large head angling up to look at you. "You young boys get going again so fast, we can have plenty of other fun too!"\n\nThat pushes you over the edge, and you grip the sides of the chair and give a little cry as you jerk your hips up, spraying hot jizz all over the inner curves of the huge felt breasts. Candy makes sweet little encouraging sounds the entire time, working the big cloth boobs over you more slowly, then finally stopping and standing up, her coveralls dangling around her hipsand held up by her literal udder, your load proudly displayed in her cleavage.\n\n"Now, deary, shall we have a little more fun?"\n\n<hr>\n[[More fun.|CandyCow1x3]]\n\n[[Enough fun.|CandyCow]]

"I could go for some more fun," you say with a grin, your cock still standing completely erect.\n\n"Wonderful, deary!" Candy undoes the buttons at the hips of her overalls to loosen them, then pushes it off of her udder. Her belly is white, and the stiff foam rubber udder with its four jutting teats is a lighter pink than her "fur". Honestly she sort of reminds you of that one Pokemon, Miltank. Before you can ponder that, she turns away from you, her long pink cow-tail fwipping back and forth (did that move on its own?) before she lowers down to her knees again, then leans forward onto her forearms, raising her big pink ass up in the air. You can see the costume designers were definitely thorough... there's a slit between her legs and a pucker just visible between the huge, round pink cheeks, though both seem a bit simplified from the porno pictures you've seen. You briefly glance down at her udder dangling below her as well, the whole thing a bit bigger than one of her tits and much wider, with long, stiff teats about six inches long.\n\n"You just shove right into mama Candy's pussy, deary," the motherly cow coos, giving her wide ass a shake. "I know young boys can't be expected to do much in the way of foreplay, you're so eager!"\n\nYou almost protest that you could definitely hold off and do plenty of foreplay if you wanted... but to be honest, you're really eager and have been given the go-ahead. You move forward and crouch down, hugging the cow mascot's large rear and middle as you push your cock into the fabric slit of her pussy-sheath. You moan loudly, finding it hot and soft, even though it's got some of the same firm unyieldingness as the big pink asscheeks you're pressed against. You begin pumping your hips, panting and gasping as you vent your desires on the ridiculous cartoon brought to life with felt and stuffing.\n\n"Oh yes, that's it, hug mama Candy tight, deary!" the mascot gasps out, too solid to be moved by your frantic fucking, but obviously enjoying it all the same. "Fuck mama Candy's cunt, you sweet little thing! Mama Candy so loves teenage boy dick pumping her pussy!"\n\n"M-Mama Candy!" you can't help but gasp out as you shove forward one last time and begin emptying your balls into her fabric sex. You slump against her back, gasping for air, fairly certain you actually feel the cloth sheath squeezing around you.\n\n"Yes, that's a good boy," the cow mascot coos, gently dislodging you and then turning to pick you up before she stands. Carrying you as if you weighed no more than a feather, she trundles into the bedroom, laying you on the smallest of three beds. She sets you down and brushes your sweaty bangs away from your face. "Now, deary, before I let you get some rest, would you perhaps like a drink?" She raises one white-gloved hand to one of her tits, letting the other rest on her udder.\n\n<hr>\n[[... Nnnnno thanks, I'm good.|CandyCow]]\n\n[[Oh, sure, why not. Drink from her breast.|CandyCow6x1]]\n\n[[Hell, go for broke. Drink from her udder.|CandyCow]]

"I... yeah." Your voice actually cracks a little, and you can feel tears in your eyes. "Thank you."\n\n"Oh, it's no trouble at all, deary, you come right along." The wide cow mascot turns and begins trotting energetically towards a little alley between two buildings. You follow after her as she pushes open a door with a little icon of Herschel on it that says "MASCOTS ONLY". Guess you're getting the VIP treatment, huh? You follow her through a dim area that's about what you'd expect for a basic dressing room in this kind of place, and up a flight of stairs to a hallway.\n\nWhen she pushes open a door with her own outline on it and gestures you in ahead of her, you blink in surprise. It's a cozy little breakfast nook sort of place right out of... you don't know, Winnie the Pooh or something. All the tables and chairs seem a bit oversimplified and thick, painted in greens and white flower patterns, the tea set and kitchen fixtures overly bright and colorful. You can see through a slightly tilted wooden doorway that there's a little bedroom with beds, perfectly made and in bright colors.\n\n"You just sit down deary, I'll get you taken care of," Candy says, gesturing you to one of the chairs as she bustles over to the refrigerator. You settle in on the flat wood, eyeing her. You keep expecting her to stop and at least take the head off or something. Maybe it's a lot of trouble to get back on. Or maybe this park only hires extreme method actors for their suit performers, considering they build them their own little cartoon rooms to stay in. Candy bustles about in the kitchen area for awhile before coming back with a tall glass of milk (that you resist the urge to ask about) and a plate of tomato, lettuce, and cheese sandwiches. "I'm afraid this is all I have at the moment, deary, I'd love to make you something a bit more substantial but I just don't have a thing in the fridge."\n\nYou manage to assure her that it's great before you begin wolfing down the sandwiches. Candy watches you with that cheerful expression that the head is made in, bouncing on the balls of her feet a bit, apparently actually pleased that you're enjoying yourself. Once you've demolished the sandwiches and chugged the milk, you sit back with a contented sigh.\n\n"Oh my, you really were quite hungry, poor deary," Candy coos. "Now you should get some rest. But before that..." She leans down a bit, the cleavage of those big pink foam tits now practically staring you in the face. Her voice, still motherly, takes on a more sensual tone as she continues. "Is there anything <i>else</i> that mama Candy can do for you?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Too weird for you, no thanks.|CandyCow]]\n\n[[... Yeah, okay.|CandyCow1x2]]

You open and close your mouth a few times, then shrink against the wall, finally letting your knees sag. "I'm sorry, I... I can't think of anything else to ask, I'm, I'm sorry..."\n\n<b>"Shush now. Shush now, I've decided that's enough."</b> Despite the comforting tone of the words, the echoes of the chorus are enough to lend it a mocking lilt, as does the slight smile on those golden lips. <b>"So now we come to exactly what happens to you. But first, a little demonstration of one of the many, many things that <i>could</i> happen."</b>\n\nShe raises a hand and snaps her fingers, the sound simultaneously like the soft click of plastic on plastic and a crack of thunder from afar. There's the soft <i>fwip-fwip-fwip</i> of a projector starting up, and a flickering but surprisingly visible and colorful view appears on the wall, especially as the rest of the lights go down, leaving you staring at the screen past the outline of the horror sitting in front of you. The screen is divided up into different views of the same area, some sort of garage or lab or something. Moving around the room are a number of things like Madame, though instead of gold skin and masks for faces, most of them seem to be feminized versions of various Fast Felipe's mascots. Almost all of them have wobbling rubber cocks, too, though you spot several that seem to be completely female, with visible shiny latex clefts between their legs. There is, however, one person in the room who's, well a person. A rather thin, scraggly-haired woman about your own age, struggling as she's held spread-eagled in some sort of square-shaped frames with bars angled from the corners to hold her wrists and ankles. \n\nApparently knowing it's time to begin, the animatronics in the room snap into motion, bustling around and working levers, pressing buttons, fitting things to the end of other clanky, rusty-looking robot arms. After almost a minute, a large 'master' switch is thrown, and the other arms swing into ife, trembling and twitching as they move. The woman obviously cries out in fear, though there's no sound but the clicking of the projector as the machines start fitting gleaming white plastic forms over her body, enclosing her arms and legs with them piece-by-piece, two smooth arcs fitted around her middle and squeezing it into a slightly tighter shape, as well as shoving her fairly small breasts upward. She continues to struggle and jerk in place as she's mostly covered by it, though here and there her normal body still shows through the plastic 'armor' covering her. Her eyes widen and she silently screams anew as something swings down from above on either side of her... two massive sheets of purple rubber, the one in front of her bearing a somewhat oval-shaped patch of beige.\n\nYou clap a hand over your mouth to stifle a little shriek as the sheets slowly, inexorably close like the cover of a book, fitting to the frame, and then starting to seal tight, your mind filling in the whir of a vacuum motor in the silence. The woman's body and its fitted plastic carapace gradually become more and more defined through the rubber, or latex, or whatever it is, the shiny purple stuff hugging up against the slowly more and more familiar-looking plastic beneath as well as her breasts and stiff nipples, her face rendered into a permanent smooth-featured expression of horror. At least until two more thin, antiquated-looking robot arms swing down, bearing two halves of a sultrily-smiling feminized animatronic Bunzy head. As they slowly begin moving inward, another arm swings around and attaches a dirty-looking hose to the outline of a nozzle on the trapped woman's lower back, the thick rubber length wobbling and shaking as the ball joints and robotic segments start to take clearer shape, and those small tits gradually swell up into big, stiff rubbery globes. The hose goes still just as the two arms finish pressing the halves of the Bunzy head together around the eternally screaming woman trapped in the rubber... whereupon the long-lashed plastic eyelids flutter, the white eyeballs flicking about both in sync and separately as if calibrating, before finally looking ahead.\n\nThe fresh, clean-looking female Bunzy animatronic leaps down from the rack, leaving a hole shaped like itself in the sheets of latex, which quickly spread apart again, rising up and out of view of the camera. It sashays towards a pair of other animatronics, its robot hips swaying sensually as it moves to grab their cocks and start stroking eagerly. In the background you can just see one of the other female animatronics staniding in front of a smaller group of machines, a set of arms vacuum-sealing a wobbly rubber cock into place on the front of its crotch.\n\n"That's... that's impossible," you murmur, your whole body shaking in reaction to the unreal sight before you.\n\n<b>"Oh? Still thinking things are impossible after all you've seen today?"</b> Madame scoffs. <b>"Well then, I suppose you won't be worried about this."</b>\n\nShe snaps her fingers again, and almost instantly the door of the area on the screen slides open, a padless metal gurney being pushed through by a bright yellow avian animatronic, and the form strapped to the gurney is a naked, struggling Tanya. You suck in a hard breath as you watch other animatronics grab her before undoing the straps, carrying her bodily and lifting her into the once again bare metal frame, fastening the manacles around her wrists and ankles. You tremble a little as the animatronics begin moving around the room, prepping all the arms with white plastic pieces again (except for the new Bunzy, who is bent over being spitroasted by a futa Wilhelm and Felipe). "Please, please don't," you plead in a whisper.\n\n<b>"Well that's up to you, isn't it?"</b> the thing in front of you answers, its chorus louder, seeming to fill the darkened room and almost overrun its own voice. <b>"It's your choice now. Either I can order them to begin the conversion, and the moment she's done that door will open, and you can walk out of here and take your chances finding your way to the surface... or..."</b>\n\nAn overhead light snaps on, illuminating Madame and at the same time casting deep shadows over her, primarily from her breasts... though her rubber cock also casts a long shadow across the floor as she once again wraps a hand around it and strokes in a mockingly enticing manner. <b>"Or you could come over here, get down on your knees, and suck my dildo-dick. And once I'm satisfied with the job you've done, we can talk about ways to spare your friend."</b>\n\n<hr>\n[[Suck the terrifying animatronic's fat gold rubber prick.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Abandon Tanya to her fate.|WilmaFun]]

You come to seeing, as opposed to the complete and utter blackness that you remember from you went under, an expanse of blurry white. After a moment you realize that it's blurry because you're not wearing your glasses. Rolling up onto all fours, for a moment your personal and recurring panic overrides all your other fears, making you ignore that you're naked and with your large tits hanging down and your ass is jutted up in the air as you fumble around hoping your glasses are nearby. The momentary flood of relief as you see a slight red blur and reach out to snag them, and that everything comes into focus once you slide them on, actually for just a brief second makes you feel like everything's going to be okay.\n\nThen you actually take in where you are. The room is completely white, all of it the exact same shade of white as well, which is why it looked like an endless empty expanse with your glasses off. With them on, however, you can see that there are definitely four walls and a floor and ceiling and even a door... in fact, it's not a particularly large room at all, maybe the size of your bedroom back home. The floor feels like a gym mat on your soles as you clamber to your feet, and the walls are padded. Even the door is padded, with only the small sliding slot high up on it not covered with the layer of padding. It is, undeniably, an insane asylum padded room... or at least based on one.\n\nShuddering, you take a moment to collect your thoughts, and force them away from the memories of the hours(?)-long horror-gangbang you just orgasmed your way through most of. Your body definitely seems to be clean now, though you can definitely feel the aftereffects of the extremely thorough fucking they gave you, so you know it wasn't a dream. Taking a deep breath, you force your mind back to the now, and walk over to the door. You hesitate a little, then bang on the padding as well as you're able, unable to even try it to see if it's locked since this side doesn't have a knob. "Hey! Hey, let me out!"\n\n<b>"Oh, you don't want to go out there."</b>\n\nThe voice sends a shiver down your spine and almost makes your legs go limp under you. It's the same voice that whispered in your ear in the darkness right before you were grabbed. The main part of it is a simple sweet, rather smug female tone, thick and rich and sneering like poisoned honey, but at the same time it seems to be echoed by the faint chatter of at least a hundred other voices very distantly speaking just after it, all slightly discordant with each other. Trembling, you slowly turn around, unable to help putting your back to the wall for some sense of solidity and being anchored.\n\nThere's a simple black rolling office chair positioned behind you, one that you definitely know wasn't there before. And as equally suddenly there sitting in it is a... thing. It's shaped like a human, true enough, but its joints... its elbows, knees, ankles, fingers, neck... all more closely resemble those of a highly articulated doll's. Its 'skin' seems to be made out of something that gleams like plastic, though you suspect it yields a bit like rubber too, considering those big, globe-shaped, gravity-defying golden tits, since it's gold almost entirely from head-to-toe. Even the massive, obviously artificial cock flopped across one thigh is gold, the balls smooth and stiff like plastic, the shaft like wobbly rubber draped over one thigh. Its elbows are braced on the chair's arms, its segmented fingers steepled in front of it as it looks at you... you think. Instead of a face, it has a silver drama mask, the eyes and mouth of it cut out to show the mostly smooth gold head behind, one half of its mouth in the 'Comedy' upsweep and the other the downward curve of 'Tragedy'. Though it seems to have a mouth and lips behind the mask, there's not the slightest hint of eyes, the gold plastic or latex or whatever it is behind it as smooth and unfeatured as its stomach.\n\n<b>"It's very scary out there,"</b> the gold thing asserts evenly, despite its 'chorus' of voices doing everything from raging to howling with laughter.\n\n"Wh-..." Your throat tightens to the point that you can't speak, and you have to try swallowing several times before you can make words work again. "Who are you...?"\n\n<b>"They call me 'Madame', as I am the proprietor of the best little whorehouse in Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland,"</b> the gold thing answers, sweeping its plastic arms out to the sides as if to indicate the whole of... wherever you are. <b>"Which is obviously why it falls to me and my girls to punish trespassers."</b>\n\n"We... we didn't know, we thought this place was abandoned, we-"\n\n<b>"Hm-hm-hm-hmmm~."</b> You almost piss yourself at the sound of Madame laughing. While her own laugh is that simple, soft chuckle, her silver-masked head canting forward a little with it, the chorus contains everything from childlike giggling to egomaniacal cackling to demonic shrieks of fury. <b>"Don't bother, child. You're not here on principle, we are not on a moral high horse. The fact is that I have you because I have you. You are my property now, and mine to do with as I please."</b>\n\nYou can't help but let out a whimper, tears slipping down your cheeks. "What... are you going to do with me?"\n\n<b>"Hm. First... I'm going to answer your questions,"</b> Madame answers, tilting her head to one side a bit, as if having just decided it herself.\n\n"Y-you're... what?"\n\n<b>"I haven't really <i>talked</i> to anyone in a very long time. So I think I'll talk to you for awhile longer. So ask me some questions."</b> She pauses briefly, then leans forward in the chair, both her own voice and every single one in the chorus echoing her using its own version of demanding. <b><i>"Now."</i></b>\n\n<hr>\n<i>(These are not branch options, only "That's all I can think of" will move you ahead.)</i>\n\n[[Who are you?|WilmaFun1x4a]]\n\n[[Where is this?|WilmaFun1x4b]]\n\n[[Where's Tanya?|WilmaFun1x4c]]\n\n[[Why is this place here?|WilmaFun1x4d]]\n\n[[Are you going to kill me?|WilmaFun1x4e]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|WilmaFun1x5]]

Catching Tanya's eye, you give a little motion of your head, to which she nods. The boys may want to split up, but neither of you wants to be entirely alone out here. Once Ted has trotted off cheerfully, Skinny close behind with Woolly on his heels, the two of you set off as well, sweeping your flashlights around and taking the occasional cell phone pic. (Well, Tanya's taking a lot of selfies and getting some of the buildings and rides in the background.)\n\n"Wow, you weren't kidding when you said there was some inappropriate stuff," Tanya says after awhile, patting your shoulder with her free hand and pointing with her flashlight. One building has a large sign cut and painted in the shape of the purple rabbit 'cool guy' character... making a rather suggestive gesture towards his crotch, or rather the doorway between his legs, with the actual text reading [[Bunzy's Babedacious Makeovers|WilmaFun2x1]].\n\n"Oh <i>wow</i>," you snort, quickly raising your phone and snapping a picture.\n\n"I know, right? Who gets a makeover at a theme park," Tanya says with a shake of the head, prompting you to give her a look. She doesn't notice, just shrugging. "Still, could be funny to see what's in there."\n\n"Not like we don't have a ton of options for 'what the hell were they thinking' exploring," you snicker, gesturing for Tanya to turn around. "Check it out, '[[Boomer's Moonshine Tavern|WilmaFunPlaceholder]]'."\n\n"An actual <i>bar</i>? Well, guess that'd make the screaming kiddos easier to tolerate!" Tanya looks speculatively at you. "You think there's still any booze in there?"\n\n"I doubt it." You shine your flashlight onto the larger but similar-looking building next door, this one with brighter colors and two stories. "'[[Felipe's Futa Puta Funhouse|WilmaFun1x2]]'?" You frown thoughtfully. "I think I've heard those words in the middle before somewhere, but I don't think they even belong on the same land mass together usually."\n\n"I'll take your word for it, you're the one that spends time in the weird places of the internet. Though I have to admit you found a doozy this time!" Tanya chirps. She hms, sweeping her flashlight around, then squealing delightedly as she lands it on a sign. "Look look!"\n\nYou adjust your glasses a bit as you peer at the arrow-shaped sign. "'This way to [[Beefy Fajeeta's Caballero Corral|WilmaFun3x1]]'? ... Oh, it's the pony ride."\n\n"Yeah yeah!" Tanya hops a few times in excitement, then droops a bit. "Oh. Right. They would have taken all the ponies with them when they left." Then her expression becomes troubled. "... At least I hope they would have..."\n\n'If not that'd make for some pretty spooky photos and a really damning blog entry,' you muse to yourself. You take another look around, noting that the only other thing of interest on this "street" looks to be an actual [[Fast Felipe's restaurant|WilmaFunPlaceholder]].

You decide to email Molly back and let her know that you're definitely down for spending some time with her. Within an hour you have a delighted reply giving you a date when you can show up and asking for more details.\n\nArranging the trip really involves less asking your parents if you can go and more asking them if they'd like to get you there or if you should arrange for your own transportation. They do ask to actually speak to Molly's parents (or rather her aunt, when they find out her parents are dead) since they're not <i>completely</i> out of touch with seeing to your safety, but after a very brief phone conversation they tell you they'll pay for a plane ticket for you. They drop you off at the airport with a "Bye, love you, have fun, make sure to get back before school starts", and you're on your way.\n\nMolly's waiting excitedly at the gate, almost bouncing in place, and gives you the closest thing to an actual glomp you've ever seen in real life when she spots you. She's a wirey little thing, lithe and almost half a head shorter than you, still almost completely flat in the chest and skinny in the hips. She's got short, somewhat shaggy reddish-brown hair and bright green eyes. She's wearing a snug t-shirt with a gold logo in it, a stylized key vertical inside an octagon, and khaki shorts.\n\n"Sammy! It's so great to see yoooou!"\n\n"Hey Mols." You grin and ruffle her hair. "Geez, I guess your overuse of exclamation points was pretty accurate to the real you."\n\nShe giggles at that, and once you've retrieved your bags from the claim area, the two of you bundle into a taxi and set off towards her place. As you're sitting and chatting about recent events, you look down at her shirt. "Hey, is that the City Guard logo? Do you actually believe that rumor?"\n\nMolly laughs at that, shaking her head. "Oh, trust me, it's no rumor. You're gonna be here for a couple of weeks, you'll have seen him plenty by then." She pauses and visibly considers. "In fact, in about twenty minutes is usually when he flies past the Jorgensen Building on patrol. We could probably catch a glimpse of him if we go right now!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Nah.|FemPalladium1x1]]\n\n[[Sure, why not.|FemPalladium2x1]]

"I mean, the fun part of visiting abandoned places is getting to ignore those signs, right?" you note with a grin as you point your flashlight beam at the 'Employees Only' sign. \n\nTanya giggles at that, nodding eagerly. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I always wanted to go through those when I was a kid, I guess now we can."\n\nNodding cheerfully at the shared experience, you head over to the door and hit the pushbar on it, the hinges groaning noisily as you step forward. You're shining your light forward, but are surprised that it doesn't immediately hit a wall... the room beyond must be much bigger than you originall thought. Still, the floor seems clear, just tacky carpet made somewhat drab by time, so you walk on in, Tanya edging in close behind you. The door creaks closed behind you, even the faint light of the outer room with its windows to the night cut off, leaving the two of you in a black void with only your flashlight beams in front of you to light it.\n\n"W-wow, it is... really dark in here," Tanya murmurs as you start ahead, waving your flashlight around.\n\n"How big is this room, anyway?" you muse aloud with a frown, more to yourself than Tanya. You're looking around for walls, a lightswitch, anything, but it's almost like there's nothing ahead of you.\n\n"Um... W-Wilma, maybe we shouldn't, after all," Tanya murmurs, turning around... then snapping a hand out to grip your shoulder. "Wilma, where's the door?!" she hisses.\n\nYou turn around, prepared to snort and chastise her for being almost as much of a chicken as Skinny, only to have your flashlight beam play over nothing at all when you turn. You blink a few times. "It... should be right there, we haven't made any turns and it was right behind us."\n\n"Holy shit, Wilma, what if it's real, what if we actually found a haunted one this time, what if we're dead, holy shit," Tanya whimpers, starting to tremble and gripping her flashlight with both hands as if it were a lifeline.\n\n"Look, just calm down, Tanya," you reply in an even, calm voice, because if you do anything else you're going to start panicking too. "I'm sure we just got turned around somewhere and this place has, like, black walls or something, probably to make it intimidating for kids to come back here. We didn't even come here because we thought it was haunted, remember? There's no ghosts or anything."\n<style type="text/css" scoped>.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:cursive;font-stretch:expanded;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;padding:1.5em;\n}</style><div class="GeneratedText">"You're not supposed to be in here."</div>Your eyes go wide and you suddenly find yourself gripping your own flashlight white-knuckled as you wheel back and forth, trying to spot whoever just spoke, and getting nothing more than the darkness that's closed in around you. The voice seemed to come from... everywhere, the dark itself, and you'd think you'd just imagined except for Tanya suddenly whimpering and quietly sobbing as she too whips the light back and forth.\n\n"Who's there?!" you demand, trying to force yourself to sound tough despite your pounding heart and numbing legs.\n<style type="text/css" scoped>.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:cursive;font-stretch:expanded;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;padding:1.5em;\n}</style><div class="GeneratedText">"You're not supposed to be in here. Bad little girls who go where they shouldn't get punished."</div><p><span style="color:#ee82ee;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,cursive;">&quot;Bad little girls get punished!&quot;</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman,times,serif;"><strong>&quot;Bad little girls get punished.&quot;</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#800080;"><span style="font-family:tahoma,geneva,sans-serif;">&quot;Baaaad little girls get puniiiiished.&quot;</span></span></p>\nYou keep whipping back and forth as more and more voices start chanting that single phrase, over and over, some of them sounding furious, others delighted, and all of them repeating, overlapping, more of them added. It's actually almost a relief when something else breaks into the din, even if that something else is Tanya letting out a wild scream just before she bolts into the darkness, her flashlight tumbling to the floor and clicking off, leaving her to immediately be swallowed by the black. For a moment more you can hear her screaming, and then it's cut off as she shrieks, "No, let go of me! Stop it, no stop, noooo-" before she's cut off by a wet gagging noise and more muffled sounds before it's swallowed up by the chorus of voices chanting.\n\n"Tanya!" you scream, shaking all over, caught between racing after her or bolting for the door and not knowing how to do either in this lightless purgatory you seem to have found yourself in. Instead you just whip back and forth, stumbling and reeling as the voices chant, growing louder and louder and more dissonant, until they suddenly all go silent.\n\n<b>"Bad girls deserve to be punished,"</b> a sweet, soft voice whispers right in your ear. \n\nYou let out a scream that's abruptly silenced as a cold, smooth hand claps over your mouth, your flashlight tumbling to the ground as your wrists are grabbed by more hands and yanked apart, the clattering sound of the flashlight hitting the ground marking its light going out. More hands, strange and smooth and cool with segmented fingers, grab and squeeze at you as you writhe and buck in the complete darkness, which is now filled with those dozens of dissonant voices laughing and cooing and growling. You kick your legs as some of the hands start yanking your jeans off, your panties knocked askew as the jeans are forced off down your writhing limbs, more of them grabbing your panties and yanking them down roughly as well. At least six hands grab at your shirt and pull inexorably from different directions, stretching it briefly before it's shredded to pieces, your bra quickly torn off as well, inhuman hands stroking your body and squeezing and smacking at your defenseless nude form as you writhe and keep trying to scream.\n\nYou're abruptly shoved forward, bent over, your scream silenced by a cock being thrust into your mouth and roughly down your throat... at least, it's cock-shaped, but the taste is artificial, something like rubber or plastic, the way it moves not human in the least as it starts fucking your face with a quick, smooth pace that's so perfectly regulated it may as well be a finely-tuned engine's piston. You can't even see enough to make out the outline of whatever's raping your mouth, it's as if the darkness itself is shoving its cock down your throat! You feel something heavy and yielding smack against your bare ass a few times before something of a similar size and consistency as the phallus pumping into your mouth is shoved into your pussy, something like smooth, segmented hips smacking rhythmically against your ass. The sounds of your own gagging and that rhythmic slapping can barely reach your ears over the cacophony of whooping, giggling, and shrieking filling the darkness around you, and even as you're roughly spitroasted those other hands continue rubbing over your back, hips, legs, holding your hands immobile, fondling or slapping your hanging tits as they sway from the thrusts of whatever inhuman things are raping you in the dark.\n\nYou gasp as the thing in your mouth pulls out, and you can feel something gooey and thick splattering all over your face, even as the thing behind you thrusts in deep and smears your insides with what must be more of the same. All those hands work together now, lifting you up even as you scream, begging for mercy, asking where Tanya is, calling for someone to save you, only to cut off abruptly and roll your eyes as your ass is suddenly speared down on a thick rubbery shaft. A heartbeat later your pussy and mouth are being filled as well, hands guiding your head to turn and shoving it onto the thick wobbly pole being stuffed down your throat, some of the hands replaced by more of those rubbery cocks(?!) smacking against you, slapping your belly or striking against your tits, even rubbing against your hips, asscheeks, and feet. Your hands are forced to wrap around a pair of them, the grip on your fingers and wrists making you stroke and pump the long, textured shafts. Perhaps the worst thing is that the strange din of demonic and impish voices and all the physical stimulation has apparently short-circuited a wire in your brain, and you can't help but start getting off on the cocks pumping into your pussy and ass, even from those cocks slapping your tits or belly, and even as more slime is pumped into your holes, down your throat, spurted over your hands and body, your cock-muffled cries of terror begin to mingle with moans of pleasure.\n\nYou gradually begin to lose track of time as you're repositioned again, and again, dozens of segmented plastic hands lifting and turning you, wheeling you around and shifting you into positions for more non-flesh cocks to be shoved into you. It begins to feel like forever that you've been trapped in the darkness, cocks shoved in all three of your holes, or sometimes three cocks shoved in just one of your holes, your eyes rolling and tongue jutting as three of the thick, squeezable shafts pumping into your asshole. Sometimes you feel things almost like big rubbery tits pressing against you, sandwiching your own full breasts from the front and your back behind as you're pressed between two forms in the dark, or smothering your face while multiple cocks pound your pussy. You fade in and out of consciousness, always losing track of time as cocks are pumping into you and the din of chanting and screeching and laughing voices surrounds you, and coming to in a different position with cocks pounding you in a different way and the voices still howling and giggling and shrieking, until you finally tumble down, down away from it all.\n\n<hr>\n<i>[[Time to wake up, little girl~|WilmaFun1x4]]</i>

"That seems the weirdest out of the lot, let's go check it out," you announce, directing your flashlight at the 'Futa Puta Funhouse'.\n\n"Yeah, okay," Tanya says agreeably, the two of you ambling on over to the building and pushing the unlocked door open. For a moment you wonder if you came into the wrong place... isn't this the saloon? Well, it certainly seems to have a similar aesthetic, though slightly more modern, but there's still a bar, a lot of lounging couches, and... wait, is that a stripper pole? You shine your flashlight on it, the glint skittering over it. "What the heck? That is so weird?"\n\n"You know what else is weird?" Tanya says as she wanders over to one of the tables, dragging two fingertips over them and holding them up in front of her eyes. "Isn't it kinda-sorta clean in here? I mean, not super clean, but cleaner than you'd think from how long this place was supposed to be closed."\n\nYou nod slowly, realizing that an abandoned stripper pole really shouldn't be shining like that. "Maybe some teenagers snuck in here to use it as a makeout spot for awhile and... dusted," you trail off, realizing how lame that sounds as you get through it.\n\n"Or they have a heck of a Roomba." Tanya snorts and brushes her fingers off on her shorts. She looks around, moving her flashlight. "Huh, look, stairs. There's a second level, should we check out what's up there?"\n\n"The more interesting stuff could be in the back of the house," you muse aloud, directing your own flashlight towards a hallway that has a small placard reading 'Security'. "If there's a security station back there I bet they've got a map of the place, or maybe some interesting logbooks."\n\n"Ooo, Employees Only!" Tanya chirps as she spots a door in one wall. "I wanna go in, that's always the best part about coming to these abandoned places!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Upstairs.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Back area.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Employees only.|WilmaFun1x3]]

The sun rises and sets, rises and sets, and nothing much changes for you. You stay in the same pose, day after day, facing the pool, your ass and gaping tube of a pussy directed right at the back door of the mansion. Errana fucks you several times a day at first, the heat of her cock and the wet feeling of her cum adding to the already constant feeling of being fucked and almost cumming. But after a few weeks, it's clear the new has worn off, and her cock slips into your tunnel much less often. Rise and set, rise and set, leaves fall to brush around your delicate marble feet, snow falls to pile on your back and ass, snow thaws to sent cold trickles down the stone of your skin and sometimes flood your pussy, leaves bloom.\n\nYou do have a front row seat as Errana brings others over like she brought you, frollicking in the pool, always devolving into sex (or attempts thereof). Men, women, girls, boys, apparently your owner likes them all, and no matter how much you wish you could you can't shout a warning to any of them. Some escape unscathed, either before or after some frenzied fucking with the lewd-bodied demoness. Others share similar fates to yours, being changed into various things before your eyes. Some become dogs as Svarog pounds away at their holes. Others have their bodies twisted into demonic forms, obviously weaker and bound to Errana's service. One unlucky boy a few years older than you falls victim to one of Errana's lewder whims and has his entire body changed into a statue of a massive marble cock (Indus Gold, according to Errana), forever ejaculating a constant fountain of clean, clear water in a spray out into the pool.\n\nAnd amidst it all are the ones who notice you. Most of them boys, some men, they comment on what a gorgeous statue you are, at Errana's urging moving around to inspect you from all angles. You can never see it, but you often hear the little catch of breath as they see the lewd gape of your pussy amidst the otherwise "tasteful" statue of a naked teenage girl. Errana always urges them to give it a try, and more often than not they slip their throbbing, hot cocks inside you and pump away. Almost none of them are as big as Errana, but sliding against the perfectly smooth walls of your Sodalite cunt always seems to get them off anyway and have them leaving hot cum pooling deep inside the cold stone of your depths. In all, hundreds of strangers probably make use of you before meeting their fate at Errana's hands or just wandering off once she's had her fun with them, never to be seen again.\n\nTime continues to pass... you have no way of marking how much, having long ago lost track of how many times the seasons have changed. You know it's years... probably more like decades, maybe even a century. The stuff people are wearing when Errana invites them back has certainly gotten a lot more high tech, reminding you of how much you used to love playing with gadgets, before you became the most low-tech sex toy to ever exist. In any event, one day after all that time, Errana's passing by you on her way for a (solo) swim when she pauses and turns to look at you. You're actually hoping that she'll take a moment to fuck your tunnel... she hasn't in years, and it's gotten to the point where any sort of stimulation and difference from routine is enjoyable.\n\n"You know... this thing has gotten a little stale," she muses aloud, reaching up to rub your chin. You feel a momentary surge of fear, vaguely remembering some mention of 'pretty gravel' from many long years ago. But then she continues. "Need to spice it up a little bit. It needs something. ... Ah. I've got it!" She snaps her fingers, and for the first time in all your years your view shifts, raising up as a mount apparently grows under your feet. But that's apparently not all she means, since she gives a little giggle. "Now, to find a good match..."\n\nThe next day, she brings back a slender, rather pretty boy your own age... well, the age you were when you were petrified, anyway. He casts several glances your way all throughout the day... as he's shown in, as he's gently teased into stripping down to swim (his blush going all the way down to his cute asscheeks), as Errana presses in and kisses him, as she draws him off to several orgasms just by wrapping those immense tits around his slender, pretty young cock. Admittedly, you're a bit distracted from all of this... it's not anything you haven't seen a few thousand times before, after all, you're actually a bit more interested in the fact that you have a slightly better view of the pool area now.\n\nAfter several hours of debauching himself with Errana, the boy's eyes still wander back to you. "Hey, can I go take a look at that statue? It's... really pretty."\n\n"Falling in love with her, dear?" Errana laughs as he blushes again. "Oh, I don't blame you, I fell in love with her once too. I encourage it in fact... both you falling in love and you going and having a look."\n\nHe rises up, his cock slipping out of her pussy, wobbling half-hard and dripping mingled fluids as he moves over to you, hesitant hands reaching out to stroke the smooth stone of your side, running along your perfect carved belly, even hesitantly tracing over your stiff nipples. And as always, you hear the little intake of breath as he moves behind you. "She's..."\n\n"That's what the other stand is there for, obviously. Go on, try it. No need to be embarrassed."\n\nSoon you feel his hands stroking your ass, gripping your hips, and his cock slides inside you. His moans are sweeter and softer than any you can remember in a long time, and frankly you find yourself falling in love as well. And then, as his thrusts are becoming more frantic, as he's panting and gasping, with you imagining him arching his back and throwing back his head, eyes closed, face a mask of ecstasy, his cock quivering and obviously about to spill his load inside you... he freezes.\n\n"<i>Perfect</i>! Absolutely perfect! I'm a complete artistic genius!" Errana squeals as she moves in a slow circle around the two of you. While she's behind, you hear her give a small 'hm'. "Needs to be a perfect fit," she murmurs, and the crisp snap of her fingers rings out again. The boy whose name you don't know's cock gradually swells larger and longer inside you, until it completely fills the smooth tunnel of your pussy, throbbing urgently against every square millimeter of you. Errana circles around to the front, taking in the view for a moment more, face thoughtful, before she smiles. "'Rosa Levanto', it's perfect," she whispers to herself, before snapping her fingers once more. Moments later, you can feel that hot, throbbing cock inside you go cold and unmoving, the heat of his hands on your hips ceasing and becoming a solid, unmoving grip.\n\n"'Young Lovers'... a bit simplistic, but how could I possibly call it anything else," Errana announces, snapping her fingers. You don't see anything, but you imagine a plaque has appeared on the front of your base. She spends a bit longer admiring the view, before just smiling and walking past you, disappearing out of your view again. Leaving the two of you there, looking forward to the next few thousand years of constantly being in the midst of fucking each other to completion without ever being able to finish.\n\nYou sigh mentally. You hope your Rosa Levanto lover froze in a position with a decent view, or he's going to have a very boring, yet stimulated, eternity.\n\n<b>Dog Park End</b> - <i>Stone cold beautiful</i>

"S-stop... get out of my head, bitch!" the girl snaps as you're in the midst of considering. You'd purse your lips in annoyance if you had any.\n\n"You know, I think I'm a little tired of your sass, Senshi. I think you'd be better off as a little less talkative and a lot more obedient," you declare.\n\n"What do you AAAA!" The Senshi shrieks as she topples backwards, laying on the bed and writhing. Tears begin streaming from her eyes, a little drool trickling down the side of her chin. "What's happening?! What are you doing?!"\n\n"I'm clearing out every thought you have that I don't like," you answer cheerfully as you step forward, grabbing the waistband of her panties and skinning them down her twitching, writhing legs as she bucks on the bed. "Which is all of them," you add with a cruel giggle as you extend another pair of tentacles, sliding them beneath her shirt and shredding it to tatters with a yank.\n\n"Noooo! No, please!" she begs as you form a massive rubber cock from the front of your crotch. She's too busy writhing and arching her back to do anything as you grab hold of her hips and position yourself, though she gives another cry as you shove the fourteen inch rubber fuckstick into her cunt. "Stop, stop!" she pleads, not entirely clear on whether she means the fat black cock now pounding her pussy or the wiping of her mind.\n\n"Mmm, tell you what, Senshi," you coo as you really put your hips into fucking her, enjoying her tormented writhing as her twisting moves her pussy around against your phallus. "If you can tell me your name, I'll stop."\n\n"It's... it's...!" she tries, her voice shaking and body trembling, hips starting to buck towards your thrusts.\n\n"You may as well not bother. Even if I hadn't already deleted it, the less of a mind you have, the more intensely you feel the pleasure of getting fucked," you mock-soothe her, watching her eyes start to roll and her jaw clenches as she desperately holds onto the last of her sanity and thoughts in the face of the pleasure now swamping her body from your violation of her cunt. "Just before you completely lose yourself, you'll actually start wanting it."\n\n"No... no..." she protests weakly, though you doubt there's enough of her actually left inside there to remember why she's resisting so hard. With every one of your thrusts you delete another handful of memories, and she's soon got her eyes rolling and tongue jutting out, cumming harder with every extra bit of her vital sense of self that you wipe out forever. Finally, just as you're getting down to the last of it, just before you take away the very essence of 'me' down at the core of her mind, her mouth curls up in a shameless grin, her back arching eagerly and thrusting her hips towards you as she silently begs to have the last of her mind wiped out of existence so she can cum just a little bit harder.\n\nOf course, after that there's no mind left to actually react to the pleasure, and she flops limply to the bed, eyes rolled and tongue lolled out, alive but empty. You continue thrusting into her as you redo a few bits of her brain, her tongue slowly drawing back into her mouth and blank eyes unrolling, her face taking an utterly neutral expression. The empty body's eyes stare at the ceiling as you continue fucking her against the bed, arms flopped at her sides, tits shaking and pussy gushing without a single flicker of expression from their owner. Well, you're really their owner now, you suppose!\n\n"Take hold of your legs, lift them up and spread them wider for me," you order. The blank immediately obeys without a flicker of expression or bothering to move its eyes, legs coming up and hands moving to grab them in stiff, precise motions that are exactly the same on both sides. She takes hold of the undersides of her knees, pulling her legs into a position that makes it easier to thrust deeper into her, though it still doesn't have a shift of expression as you pound into it. Nevertheless, you can feel its pussy squeezing and fluttering around you, the body eager for your load despite lacking a mind to process the desire.\n\nHm, now, to alter its appearance to fit, is the question!\n\n<hr>\n[[She'd make a cute robot!|HLSenshi11x3]]\n\n[[Who wouldn't like a Sailor Mars action figure?|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[A marionette, dancing on your strings.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Just leave her as-is.|HLSenshi]]

You did decide to turn her into an automaton... why not make it a more traditional sort? You give a soft moan of pleasure as you thrust in and begin filling the blank drone's womb with enough liquid rubber to do what you have in mind... though with the extensive changes, you're going to need quite a bit! The former Senshi's belly begins to swell, quickly obscuring the outline of your cock thrust into it and just getting larger and larger, until it threatens to spill over her sides and the tops of her breasts. Only then do you pull back and out, smoothing your crotch out once again as you concentrate on having the automaton's body absorb your substance and change.\n\nYou can't make metal with your substance... but, with enough of it, you can make rubber that's so shiny, smooth, and dense that the difference is largely immaterial. As the blank drone absorbs your substance, it begins to take on a bright, hard silvery sheen over most of its body, save for the torso which takes on the appearance of glossy, high-impact white plastic. Its elbows, knees, and other joints begin to reconfigure into servomechanisms as its feet shift, toes merging together and heels sprouting spikes, the shiny "metal" they're made of taking on a red color to mimic high heels. Between its legs, a perfectly round hole remains in the white plastic that mimics the Senshi uniform's shape, the inside of it taking on a ribbed contour like a high-tech onahole; meanwhile, on its chest, its tits pale and then become white, semitranslucent firm silicone to match the overall color scheme of its recreated Senshi uniform, which soon includes a thin foil-like pleated skirt and ribbons. Its lips press together in a thin line... literally, as they merge closed and instead shift into a dotted line of red plastic lights set in the gleaming silver face, her eyes similarly turning into glowing solid red lenses that match the shape they once were, the lids nothing more than set in place silver contours. Her hair takes on a shiny, rubbery look, the tips of each strand glowing and marking it as a rubber-sheathed fiber optic cable.\n\nYour new servant sits up, its motions somehow both stiff and smooth as it swings itself to its feet, held down at its sides but with forearms held at a ninety degree angle, fingers and thumbs all straight and pointing forward. "Marsbot is online," it announces in a heavily electronically filtered version of the Senshi's voice, its dotted line of a mouth lighting up to mark the words.\n\n"Good, good." You step forward and give one of Marsbot's big silicone tits a squeeze. It's hard and stiff, but still yields under pressure... obviously fake (even if their appearance didn't make that obvious), but still fun to fondle. "And who do you serve?"\n\n"Marsbot is programmed to obey only Rubber Buggy Bumper," the roboticized senshi drones back.\n\n"Of course you are. Now list your prime directives," you add, stepping back.\n\n"Prime directive one: Obey Rubber Buggy Bumper and act as Rubber Buggy Bumper's minion and sex toy," Marsbot responds immediately, light-up mouth flickering. "Prime directive two: Do not think, do not feel, only obey. Prime directive three: Defeat other Mahou Shoujo so they may be converted by Rubber Buggy Bumper."\n\n"Correct. And just to make it clear, you have no problem defeating your former friends so that I can subject them to whatever fate I care to? Like I did to you?" you prompt.\n\n"Prime directive one insures that Marsbot will do only as Rubber Buggy Bumper directs. Prime directive two insures that Marsbot does not have feelings. Marsbot has no friends. Marsbot obeys."\n\n"Good! Bend over and give me access to your hole."\n\n"By your command," Marsbot drones back, turning and bending ninety degrees to display its molded white plastic ass and the circular hole between its legs. You reform your cock and move forward, pushing deep into the ridged aperture, giving a little coo of pleasure as it begins vibrating via internal motors.\n\nYes, now you have a lovely little robot... how fitting that the word is derived from one meaning "slave labor"! That's one Senshi down, and the rest to go. The question is, which one to do next? As you see it from what you learned while rooting around in the Senshi's mind before wiping it out, you have three options. There's Jupiter, who would make a particularly strong combat model robot. There's Mercury, who would make a particularly canny intelligence unit. And there's the riskiest prize, Moon, who would probably be able to force the others to obey her even after being roboticized.\n\nHm... or you suppose there's a fourth option. You could go after targets less dangerous to you than the Senshi... a lot of targets. You could build yourself a robot army of former people, and overwhelm the Senshi and other mahou shoujo with sheer numbers.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go after Jupiter.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Go after Mercury.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Go after Moon.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Create an army.|HLSenshi]]

After a few moments of consideration, you begin directing the bits of yourself inside the Senshi to a particular spot. She twitches, as if faintly noticing the change, then gives a cry and clutches at the sides of her head, eyes going wide as her pupils shrink, her whole body trembling. "W-what are you doing?!"\n\n"Oh, you can feel that, can you?" You give a soft chuckle, watching as she throws back her head, long black hair swishing lightly with the movement. "I've concentrated all of my self in your brain. Can you feel me touching it? Crawling all over it? Inside it? Touching and violating the place where your entire self is stored?"\n\n"Get out! Get out!" she wails desperately, shaking her head as she clutches at her hair.\n\n"Mm, I think not. But now, what to do...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Make her worship you.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Make her a brainless slut.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Make her a mindless automaton.|HLSenshi11x2]]\n\n[[Make her a childlike idiot.|HLSenshi]]

Sighing a little, you let your shoulders slump, then nod. "Alright. You're right. I'll help how I can," you add, letting your head hang forward too.\n\n"Tch. I really am hoping some of your old confidence comes back, Sis, at least with me," Baal says as she saunters over. She cups your chin and tilts your head back up. "Be a shame if all you got was Jamie's being such a shy little fucker."\n\nYou can feel your cheeks and even your ears heating in a blush, not just from being called out so embarrassingly, but from the proximity of Baal's face to yours. "S-sorry for being shy," you manage to huff, looking away without turning your head.\n\n"... I admit, it's kind of cute, too," Baal murmurs, actually grinning... right before she leans in and kisses you.\n\n"Mmf?!" Your eyes go wide, your body stiffening as conflicting feelings, memories, and reactions war within you. You have a distinct memory of being Jamie and wishing for exactly this thing a number of times (and thinking it was impossible), right alongside an upwelling of memories of life with Baal as your older sister. A desire for girls smashes across a sole preference for boys, neither helped as Baal smoothly runs a hand up your side and gently cups one of your breast, a finger toying with one of your stiff nipples through the shirt.\n\n"Mm, the truth is, I'm a degenerate pervert," Baal murmurs as she breaks the kiss but stays leaned in close... close enough to flick her tongue across your lips. "And for years I've wanted to fuck my own sister... if for nothing else than to fuck my own sister." The grin curls up, her eyes dancing wickedly as she reaches down, almost idly undoing the top button of your jeans. "Now that my sister is being mingled with a boy that had a hardon for me... seems a good time. So, if you want to get wild, why don't you go ahead and strip for me, little sister?"\n\n<hr>\n[[O-okay!|QOBaal]]\n\n[[What no way!|QOBaal1x5]]

"I-I can't!" you stammer, stumbling back and holding up your hands. "I... I mean, I keep remembering all this stuff about, about you being my big sister, and...!"\n\n"Well that's what makes it kinky, sweetheart." Baal sighs, though, resting her hands on her hips. "Well I'm not generally in the habit of forcing that sort of thing, so if you're not into it you're not into it. Maybe you'll change your mind. After all, experiences around here tend to... mm, open you up to new possibilities." She gives a little wave as she turns and heads down the hall. "I'm going to have a nap. This is your room here," she adds, flicking her hand towards one of the doors she passes.\n\nLetting out a long breath, you shake your head... then blush and button your jeans back up before grabbing your bag and heading to the room Baal indicated. It's a pretty standard guest room really... Baal's sense of interior decorating renders it rather like a nice hotel room rather than someone's home, but oh well. You spend the rest of the afternoon trying a bit more to come to grips with your situation, before Baal eventually calls you in for dinner. She acts completely normal the entire time, as if she'd never hit on you before, which is a profound relief to both sides of your psyche for entirely different reasons.\n\nIn the morning you're awoken by the sound of Baal knocking on the door and telling you to get cleaned up. You take a shower, your first time in Maya's body... your new body. You're vaguely tempted to get a little naughty with it, and your hands do wander, but the knowledge of your current situation and the lingering weirdness from yesterday has you mostly focused on just getting cleaned up, dressed, and heading out to the kitchen, your hair and skin still slightly damp beneath your jeans and T-shirt.\n\n"Alright, I have some things you could help with today," Baal says as she sets down a plate of scrambled eggs, waiting for you to sit and begin eating before she continues. "Sample collection, specifically."\n\n"Sample collection?" you ask curiously as she sits down with her own plate.\n\n"I hope that habit of repeating things doesn't stick around as the spirit blending proceeds," Baal mutters with a roll of the eyes, making you blush and squirm. "But yes. Worldland has some... unique flora and fauna here. As to the fauna, some of the mascots aren't quite human. And their cum has some very unique properties. I want you to collect a good deal of it, as well as study your body's reaction to it."\n\n"... Er, their..." You trail off, half because you feel like you couldn't have heard her right, and half because you just got called out on repeating things.\n\n"Yes, their cum. As in, I want you to have one of them cum all over you and, preferably, cum in every hole. I've been assured that you'll enjoy it thoroughly by all the others I've talked to." She smirks at your expression. "What are you worried about? The mascot won't be your sister," she teases. Then she sighs, "But if you're going to refuse to be adventurous or have any real fun, there's the 'flora' side of specimen collection. There are some flowers that grow in a specific part of the park that I need samples of, you'll have to be rather careful, but since the most exciting thing likely to happen is you walking across the park, picking some flowers, and walking back, it should be safely boring enough for you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Collect mascot cum.|QOBaal]]\n\n[[Collect flowers.|QOBaal]]

You actually sort of enjoyed seeing Ranma petrify like that... Texture Mode seems like it could be a lot of fun! You wander out into the hall pondering possibilities, doing a quick check of the character list to find out who's nearby. Spotting Nabiki in her room, you make a beeline for it, a grin on your face. You remember her character from the show... obsessed with money, smarmy to others, and really hot. You've got a few good ideas for her!\n\nYou don't bother to knock or announce yourself, actually stopping just outside the door to activate the bracelet and target Nabiki before opening the door and walking in. The brown-haired Tendo sister blinks, having just pulled up a pair of white panties that match the plain white bra she's wearing... if you hadn't stopped outside, you'd have caught her bottomless. She scowls, her cheeks coloring as she covers her chest a bit. "Haven't you heard of knocking? This will cost you big ti-"\n\n"Shut up," you say pleasantly, grinning at the way Nabiki's teeth instantly clack together and stay that way, to her clear and great surprise. Now, let's see, what to do? You could either give her an [[insulting|RanBraceplaceholder]] form or an [[ironic|RanBrace2x2]] one, what will it be...?

"... Yes," you admit after a moment, making a sheepish face.\n\n"You're not even Maya, you're that... Jamie, aren't you?" Baal's lips purse again... then her eyes widen in apparent alarm. "Get out, get out of her now, right now, I won't tell her, just go!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Eep! Do it!|QOBaal2x1]]\n\n[[Huh what why?|QOBaal1x2]]

"L-listen, Baal, please, calm down," you whimper, backing away some and hunching in on yourself, as if that could further hide your, well, Maya's nudity. "I'm sorry, we were just playing around, I didn't mean anything by it, I mean, I, please don't hurt me or anything, I-"\n\nYou pause as she groans and puts a hand to her face. "Just... shut up. It's too late now."\n\n"... Too late?" you reply blankly.\n\n"Even adjusting for the time it took for you to get over here, if you've been in there any real amount of time it's been too long." She scowls as she steps forward, poking your shoulder. "This ability isn't meant to be used over long distances <i>in the middle of the day</i> while your body is completely unattended. You need to make preparations, ones you definitely didn't have the knowledge or resources to make, if you're going to do that sort of thing. You've been in there too long and over too long a distance. You're stuck."\n\n"... Stuck?!" you squeak, immediately trying to concentrate like you did before to leave Maya's body. Nothing happens, not even any faint sensations. You apparently go even paler than usual for Maya because Baal snorts.\n\n"Yeah, that's right, stuck. Forever."\n\n"B-Baal, you've gotta fix it, I'm sorry!" you whimper, forgetting your nudity to bring your hands up to cover your face.\n\n"There isn't any 'fixing' it, there's nothing I can do, your spirit is now as much a registered inhabitant of Maya's body as hers is," the older goth replies with another sigh, rolling her eyes.\n\n"Maya!" you squeak. "What will happen to her?!"\n\n"Over time, her spirit and yours will blend." She actually smirks a little as you visibly start at that. "Yeah, that's right. You've been looking at her memories, haven't you? That's because you've already been blending your spirit and hers a little bit by being in her body. Normally just little amounts over a short period of time don't do anything, but with you stuck in there, it will eventually be a complete merging of the two." She looks you up and down again thoughtfully. "Considering your timid nature, you'll probably wind up as mostly Maya. A slightly shyer, quieter Maya, but still Maya."\n\n"Oh God," you groan, leaning back against the wall. "What am I gonna dooooo?"\n\n"Like I just said, you're going to wind up an amalgamation of yourself and my sister, probably mostly my sister. Which is why I'm not more upset about it, in the end." Baal mmms, folding her arms under her chest. "But more practically, obviously you can't stay here. Even with you accessing Maya's memories, you won't be able to pass as her for an extended period, not to our parents, and it will be months at least before you're merged enough to act like Maya naturally." She raises a hand to cup her chin thoughtfully. "... Mm. You'll have to come home with me."\n\n"W-what?"\n\n"I'll have to take you back to my place for the summer. I can come up with an excuse for you missing the bit of school between spring break and summer vacation, and even a bit of the start of the new school year if necessary. Hopefully by then the merging will be complete enough for you to pass as Maya, and my parents will write off any difference in personality as just having not seen you in awhile and you changing a bit over the time away."\n\n"But... but what about my own body?!"\n\n"They'll probably stick an IV in your arm and turn you over occasionally, what do you think will happen?" Baal shrugs negligently. "If that upsets you, maybe you should have thought of that before messing about with powers you don't understand. And possessing my sister. Now, are you going to go pack so we can leave?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|QOBaal1x3]]\n\n[[No.|QOBaal]]

"You know, I think I know just the form for you," you tell her with a smirk. "Get out of that underwear, then lead me to the backyard."\n\nYou watch as her hands move without her consent, which obviously confuses and infuriates her from the expression on her face. First she pushes down the panties that she just pulled up, revealing her smooth-shaven crotch and slender hips. She straightens up while stepping out of the panties and reaches back to undo her bra. She's already in motion and walking to the door as she drops the bra, her tits jiggling faintly with every step as she walks through the house naked. To judge by the blush that you can even see on her butt, she's quite embarrassed about it. Good! you think with a snicker.\n\nShe leads the way down the stairs and across the living room, opening the sliding door to step out into the yard. Her bare feet pad over the grass until she finally stops in a clear spot. "Turn around," you order her, making her spin around to face you, bare boobs wobbling with the sudden motion. "There we go. Now, just a minute..." Of course, she freezes completely when you bring the texture menu back up, so she won't notice that it actually takes you several minutes. After all, you want this transformation to be just perfect, and it means actually using several different 'textures' and tagging them to different places. Finally, once you've set what you think is a good time for it to take, you hit 'Apply'.\n\nNabiki blinks as she's unfrozen, then looks down, her eyes widening as she sees the changes begin to take effect. Her toes start to turn thick and brown even as they lengthen, curling out and digging into the ground, her feet quickly starting to follow suit. Her ankles join together as the rough brown bark slowly makes its way up her legs, forcing them together and merching them into one thickening stump. She looks back and forth in shock as her arms raise and part of their own accord, forcing her into a general Y-shape, her arms too starting to grow a thick covering of bark, while smooth wood grain precedes it down her arms, sliding towards her shoulders ahead of the bark.\n\nThe merging of her legs stops just below her crotch, leaving her with the general outline of a pussy and a nice trim ass as the wood continues working its way upwards, and now downwards. Her breasts first take on the smooth, brown look of carved wood before a thick layer of rough bark covers over them, leaving them looking larger but slightly less distinct. Her fingers spread and lengthen, starting to jut out at different angles just as her toes did when they turned into roots, but instead taking on the bifurcating and random growth appearance of branches. As her face takes on its barklike appearance, her hair replaced by a similarly-shaped growth of moss, her branches sprout a sudden, brilliantly-green flurry of rectangular green leaves, each marked intricately with black.\n\nYou laugh at the sight of her face staring at you, a very slow blink of her flat wooden eyes making it clear she's still quite aware of what's going on... although she probably has quite the different perception of it. Grinning, you reach up and pluck a handful of hundred dollar bills off of one of her branches, brushing them across her bark-covered face. "You always treated everyone around you like money trees, Nabiki. Now you can return the favor!"\n\nYou snicker all the way back inside, diverting your course to the kitchen. Of course Kasumi is standing at the counter chopping something up for the next meal, wearing a simple yellow dress and white apron. "Oh, hello Eric," she greets cheerfully. She squints a bit as she looks out the window. "Is that a new tree in the yard? When did we get that?"\n\n"Recently," you answer with a chuckle, tossing the wad of money absently onto the table. You eye Kasumi from behind, pondering what to do with her. Hm, some fitting 'punishment' for Nabiki was fun. Kasumi hasn't exactly done anything <i>wrong</i>, per se, but she's still a good target for fun. Mulling it over for a few moments, you finally say, "You know, Kasumi..."\n\n<hr>\n"[[You're quite a doll.|RanBraceplaceholder]]"\n\n"[[You're a real dish.|RanBraceplaceholder]]"

"I guess I... I guess I could make that happen by <i>being</i> your boyfriend," you murmur, your cheeks coloring. You can't believe you're saying this to a cartoon mascot.\n\n"Like, no way, duder, seriously?" Harold's big head visibly moves up and down, taking a good look at you. "But you're so, like, cute'n'junk."\n\nYour blush increases. "C-c'mon, man..."\n\n"No, like, seriously! You are'n'junk! So you'd seriously hang out with me?"\n\n"Yeah, definitely," you answer with a nod.\n\n"And, like, help me with my homework'n'junk?"\n\n"Sure. I mean, as much as I can, I'm not great at that myself. But I guess I'm good with Google at least, so we can look stuff up together."\n\n"Whoa, computer age!" Harry pumps a fist in the air. "Alright! And, what about, like... y'know... other stuff'n'junk?"\n\nNow your whole face turns red. What are you going to tell him?\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, "other stuff" too.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[You're not sure about it...|HerschelHorse14x1]]

Despite your cock jutting half-hard in front of you and still smeared with cum churned halfway to the consistency of butter, you try to square your shoulders and lift your chin a bit. "I'm sorry," you say, doing your best to keep your voice even despite your growing fear of what's apparently a real... mummy? "I shouldn't have done that. I didn't know you were real, but it shouldn't have mattered. I guess you showed me how it feels to be used, so I'm sorry."\n\n"Hmmm." She raises one eyebrow, then bends over, tits wobbling beneath her chest as she picks up your short-sleeved shirt. She tugs and yanks it on over her head, forcing it over the immense curves of her boobs, until it's stretched tightly over them and just barely coming down a bit further over her chest, leaving her entire midriff bare. "That wasn't bad. Despite just being fucked silly you kept a scrap of dignity and spoke properly. There might be hope for you yet." She grabs your jeans and starts trying to wiggle into them as well. This is a much more difficult proposition, and involves a lot more hopping around, shaking her ass, and yanking taut denim against supple flesh. Despite the situation, by the time she's got the jeans (now with more rips and tears in them) up, your cock is jutting out in front of you again, fully hard. She can't even come close to buttoning the jeans and can barely zip them enough to hide her ankh-shaped bush... still, they seem to be being held on by the fact that they're stretched like spandex now.\n\n"Alright, I'll tell you what." The mummy walks back over to you, tits swaying back and forth freely under the shirt, since it has nothing in the way of restraint for them. She pokes a fingertip against your chest. "I think I'm going to take a little vacation on your world... I haven't had one in a few thousand years, after all. I'm going to curse you to serve as my replacement for one year... <i>if</i>, at the end of that year, you've done a good job, I'll consider altering or removing the curse."\n\n"Your... your replacement?" Your eyes widen and you glance towards the sarcophogus.\n\n"Oh, no, nothing to do with that. In fact, you're going to be in for a very big surprise." She smirks, then snaps her fingers.\n\nYou gasp and bend in on yourself as an intense heat ignites in your stomach. You shudder as you can feel something coursing through you, then stare at your hands and forearms as they darken to the same deep, coppery brown that the mummy is. Your fingers lengthen slightly and change shape, nails growing out as they do. You stare down at yourself as your body visibly changes, hips widening and legs lengthening, taking on smooth, sculpted padding beneath its newly golden-brown and delicious skin. You watch in dismay as your cock begins to shrink, but your view of it is soon blocked out as your chest balloons outward, taking on the shape of two steadily-expanding melons with puffy, brown caps. Your hair lengthens and stretches down your back, actually touching against the new rounded curves of your ass. In moments, you can tell that your cock is gone, but don't have a good look at the pussy you know must have replaced it... despite still being shorter than the mummy, it looks like she's given you a slightly more generous chest. You're not even sure how you're holding such a huge pair of boobs up, but you don't seem to be having any problems. Must be part of the enchantment she's put on you.\n\n"W-wha...?!" You raise your hands, lifting your own immense tits from beneath, feeling them weigh heavy in your hands even if you're standing without issues. "What... what did you do to me?!"\n\n"Like I said, your curse is to replace me for at least the next year." The mummy turns you towards the still open sarcophogus and guides you towards it. "Don't worry, Ovina will explain everything once you get there. Have fun!" she adds cheerfully, before shoving you in. You tumble through the shadows at the back of the sarcophogus as if it were a doorway, and fall into nothing.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|ErokaStart]]

Deciding to see what they keep in the "basement", you make your way down the stairs. You notice that there's graffiti carved into the wood of the walls, but rather than the usual batch of crude limericks, hearts with initials, and deliberately offensive symbols used by edgy thirteen-year-olds, these all seem to be symbols like eyes and birds and feet. Weird.\n\nAs you go further down, the wood panels turn to stone panels, with those sorts of symbols engraved on them instead of just looking like they've been defaced. Now you remember, those are Egyptian whattyacallums... hieroglyphics. The stairs have even turned to stone, too, and you wonder just how much money they spent on this place, since it doesn't look like cheap molded cement either.\n\nYou emerge into a chamber lit by actual torches in little sconces on the walls. It looks like you called it, too, this place definitely has a very Egyptian theme to it. There's a flat stone slab of a raised table in the center, with all sorts of scary-looking sharp implements scattered across it, along with several rolls of gauze bandages. There are three upright sarcophogi here, all covered with what looks quite a lot like yellow and blue gold, one of them the standard pharaoh-looking, the other with... a rather accented chest, while the third is largely plain and unadorned, as if it were still awaiting details. Each is engraved with a vertical cartouche, probably intended to announce who it contains. You notice that someone's set up a little wooden table nearby, with a book about translating hieroglypics resting on it along with some brushes and chisels. \n\nThere's also an archway that leads down a dark passage, the top of it decorated elaborately with a stone scarab with wings stretched. You think you can hear some faint chanting from that direction, but you're not entirely sure.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go look at the male sarcophogus.|HHHMummyplaceholder]]\n\n[[Take a look at the female sarcophogus.|HHHMummy1x2]]\n\n[[Examine the third sarcophogus.|HHHMummyplaceholder]]\n\n[[Play with the mummification tools.|HHHMummyplaceholder]]\n\n[[Go down the dark passage.|HHHMummyplaceholder]]

Maybe the mascot that's the subject of the activity has some clues or something for you. You head over towards Harold, waving at him as he turns and notices you.\n\n"Hey, duder! Like, what's up'n'junk?"\n\n"Hey. Your dad asked me to help you out with a problem."\n\n"Awww, man." Harold gives one foot a little stomp and flops his fists. "Why's he always gotta, like, be messin' around with my life'n'junk?"\n\n"So, uh, Harold..."\n\n"Call me Harry, duder."\n\n"Right. Harry..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask him if he wants a girlfriend.|HerschelHorse7x2]]\n\n[[Ask him if it's sexual frustration.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[Ask him if it's some other problem.|HerschelHorse]]

"Your dad thinks that if you had a girlfriend, you'd relax more, and maybe she'd help you out with your homework or whatever," you venture, sticking your hands in your pockets.\n\nEven with the big smiling head, Harry looks nervous, turning to look back and forth, as if not sure about answering.\n\n"Hey, c'mon, I promise not to tell anyone or make a big deal about it." You actually sort of mean it, too... he's putting off such nervous energy that for right now, it feels like more than some park activity.\n\n"You promise, duder? Well, like... okay'n'junk..." Harry takes a deep breath, and tells you-\n\n<hr>\n([[He likes boys.|HerschelHorse7x3]])\n\n([[The girl he likes is already committed.|HerschelHorse]])\n\n([[He's got fetishes. Like, PERVY fetishes.|HerschelHorse8x1]])

"See, like, truth is, I don't really have a girlfriend, 'cause..." He hesitates, sticking his big toon-gloved hands in his jacket pockets, then shrugging a little. "I... don't <i>like</i> girls. ... 'n'junk."\n\n"Oh." You blink a few times. Yeah, that would definitely account for it. And maybe the dropping grades, too. You've heard about similar stuff happening in your school, back before you left. "So, uh, couldn't you just... tell your dad?"\n\n"Nah." Harry kicks his foot on the pastel paving stones. "I mean it's not, like, like he'd be bad about it or anythin', he'd just be way too completely weirded. He wouldn't know how t' deal with it and things would get all screwed up between us'n'junk. Dunno if it'd ever get back to normal."\n\nThese are pretty deep problems for amusement park mascots. You rub the back of your head as you think, and finally venture, "So maybe if you had a boyfriend, but you two just... kept it quiet?"\n\n"Hey, like, yeah! That'd probably work out great'n'junk!" The mascot visibly perks up, hands coming out of his pockets and gesturing excitedly. "You think you could, like, make that happen, duder?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be Harold's boyfriend.|HerschelHorse7x4]]\n\n[[Find Harold a human boyfriend in the park.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[Make Harold a mascot boyfriend.|HerschelHorse]]

You're kind of curious to see exactly what the facilities for cooking must be like, here. With the sheer number of fighters, and then all the servants and such you've seen moving around on top of that, the facilities must be immense... or maybe provide some sort of hint to the strangeness going on. ... Okay, it's a kind of weak thread, but you figure it's also the place you're least likely to get in trouble for going poking around in if you get caught. You can just play it off as being lured down by the smell and saying you thought that was where the welcome dinner was being held, or something.\n\nYou creep along the passageway, and soon hear the hustle and bustle of a busy kitchen indeed. The sound of metal on metal and heavy blades thunking against wood mingles with occasional snatches of shouted conversation, until you finally spot the flickering of firelight. Edging up to the doorway, you peek in. Hm... it's definitely a big kitchen, and old, everything made of slabs of dark grey stone, with primitive water faucets and what looks like woodburning stoves. There are a good number of white-shirted servants here, all sort of similar-looking, like maybe they're all cousins at the very least, though obviously some of their white shirts display splatters of blood and other food. The only really different one is a large man who rather resembles a pig... not just in his fat belly poking out of his white shirt, but in his slightly upturned nose and flushed pink skin. He's also at least head and shoulders above the rest (literally), a mountainous slab of wobbling fat and, to judge by the way his arms move when he brings that chef's knife down, muscle.\n\n"Start cooking more stock!" he bellows, voice filling the stone room.\n\n"Yes chef!" one of the servants calls, immediately rushing over to start gathering up bones, apparently having known he was being addressed despite the big chef's gaze never wavering from his work.\n\n"Start plating that roast!"\n\n"Yes chef!"\n\n"Get out of my sight!"\n\n"Yes chef!"\n\nWell. He seems to have a pretty good handle on things. You do spot a few things that are odd... like a long rack of colorful bottles that seem to be bubbling lightly even though they're not on heat of any kind. What the heck? Are they cooking with some sort of... magic potion? You're pretty curious now to know whether that's something authentically strange or just some sort of trick mood setting to fit the rubes. How to get a look at it, though...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Sneak over.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Just wander in like it's no big deal.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Wait until everyone leaves.|HellKore6x3]]

You start giggling almost hysterically, covering your mouth with one hand, then blurting out, "Naw!" Laughing some more, you wave off the suggestion, taking another long draw on the pipe before answering, "I mean, nah, nah man, I mean, I better not, 'cause like, what if this is one of those fantasy settings where there's, like, no biochemical barriers at all, and I wind up having puppies, I can't have puppies I may have big boobs but there's only two of them."\n\n"Uh... as y'say, lass," Bellweather replies, raising his eyebrows. "Perhaps ye should take it a mite slower on the leaf there, it being your first time and all...?"\n\n"Naaaah," you answer with another laugh, stopping only long enough to take a drag from the pipe, before you start explaining social media to the halfling because that seems like something really important that he should know.\n\nSuddenly light is piercing painfully through your retinas and right into your brain. You hiss and clamp your eyes back shut once you realized they'd been shut in the first place, feeling queasy and like the world is spinning... actually it does seem to be bouncing and clattering around underneath you. Opening your eyes more slowly, you find the (still mildly painful) daylight to illuminate the tall wooden walls of some sort of big cart that you're laying roughly in the middle of. You feel sore all over, and chafed in a few spots in particular... mostly your wrists and ankles, you realize as you try to move them and fail. Your wrists are bound behind you with what feel like some sort of cuffs with no give between them, and the rubbing sensation on your ankles indicates some rough kind of rope... probably the same thing the other people in the cart are tied with. Most of them are between your age and maybe ten years older, maybe one or two that are a bit younger, and most of them aren't wearing a lot more than you are (since you seem to be wearing nothing). They're dirty and dressed in rags, and most of them look like they've been crying, or are still crying... some of the others seem to have gone rather blank, or just withdrawn.\n\n"What... the hell?" you croak out. Trying to focus on someone who still kind of looks coherent, you pick a girl about your own age with dishwater blonde hair. "Hey... where am I?" you ask, despite having a sinking feeling you know.\n\n"Um... you're... you're in a slaver cart," she whispers back, looking worriedly around as if fearful that one of the slavers might materialize and strike her for speaking. "They're taking us to a city to auction us off.\n\nCaptured by slavers? Damn, how did this happen?! The last thing you remember was being in Bellweather's home... ... smoking yourself into a haze. Shit, could Bellweather have sold you to the slavers once you were out for the count? That little bastard! You spend a few moments struggling and trying at your bonds, but nothing happens... between the position you're in and the fact that they used actual cuffs instead of rope for your ankles, there's no real hope. All you can do is settle and try to keep from being sick as the wagon jostles and bounces along.\n\nAbout midday the wagon shudders to a stop, and the high back is lowered, several fairly brawny men clambering up into the back holding buckets and ladels. An olive-skinned fellow with a hawkish nose and a few days' growth of beard dribbles some of the water down your throat, then smirks as he drops the ladel back in the bucket so that he can have a free hand to squeeze one of your tits. "Your muscles will fetch a high price, but with these, even higher," he says with some accent you don't recognize.\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack!|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Endure it.|GGMonk7x2]]

"Mom, come upstairs with me to your bedroom," you say as you straighten up, your mother slowly rising to her feet and starting to move towards the living room in a slow but steady somnambulistic motion. "Dad, you stay down here and finish dinner. And then just sit there peacefully until I come tell you otherwise," you add as you follow after your mother. You lick your lips at the sight of her ass in her mom-jeans on the way up the stairs, following her into the room. Hm... your parents have a headboard and footboard that both have decent nubs sticking up at the ends of them. That gives you a fun idea! "Strip to your underwear, Mom," you order, starting to do the same thing yourself. Once you're done, you take a moment to appreciate the sight of her brilliant blue bra and panties... she does have gorgeous, large, soft tits, and a nice round ass and hips, and hey, she looks a lot like an older you with longer, undyed hair, so there's a bonus. "Now lay in the middle of the bed with your arms and legs outstretched."\n\nWhile she's moving to obey, you rummage around and find four of her particularly long scarves. Clambering up onto the bed as well, you tie snug but not overly tight knots around her wrists and ankles... don't want to restrict blood flow, after all! Smirking, you tie her spread-eagled to the headboard and footboard, before moving to lay half on top of her, pressing against her side. "Now, when I tell you to," you coo at her. "You're going to wake up. You won't remember how you got here or what happened between sitting down at dinner and now. You won't scream, or actually try to free yourself, or actually resist me, but you're otherwise free to struggle and protest. You'll also find everything about the situation extremely arousing, and everything I do to you very pleasurable. Understood?"\n\n"Yes, Mistress," your mother drones back, staring at the ceiling.\n\n"Good. Now, wake up."\n\nAlmost instantly her eyes clear, and she blinks with shock as she realizes she's 'suddenly' in a different place and position than she just was. Her blue eyes widen as she looks at herself, and at you, and she instantly starts to wiggle around, apparently not even noticing that she's barely tugging at the scarves tying her. "C-Cyan! What's going on, what are you doing?!"\n\n"Mmmm, I'm fucking you, Mom," you murmur back, stroking your hand along her belly and feeling it quiver under your touch, the scent of her arousal almost instantly hitting your nostrils along with all those other lovely living smells assailing your nose. You lean in, dragging your tongue up the side of her neck, her body shivering at it... you have to resist the urge to bite, but you are so enjoying playing with your food. \n\n"You... you can't be serious, Cyan, this is wrong, this is <i>so wrong</i>," your mother protests, though they're a huskiness to her voice as she says it. You grin, kissing along her throat and down along her collarbone, hearing her gasp a little with every kiss. "No, Cyan, please, baby, you know how wrong this is, why are you doing this?"\n\n"But isn't it being so wrong what makes it fun?" you ask, laughing softly as you tug down the left cup of her bra, spilling her full breast free. You watch her face, at the mingled horror, disgust, and arousal warring there as you swirl a fingertip around her areola. "I want to do it because it's wrong... I want to make you cum over, and over, and over because it's wrong. And I want you to get off extra hard because it's wrong."\n\n"Cyan, ple-" she tries to protest, only to cut off with a loud gasp as your mouth covers her nipple and you start to suck, your tongue feeling much longer and more agile than it's ever been as you roll and flick it. You continue rubbing her belly with one hand, stroking and edging it down, coming teasingly close to sliding your fingers under her panties. It actually doesn't take long to make her cum just from sucking at her breast and teasing her... you can feel her muffled, ashamed orgasm roll over you like stepping out of an uncomfortably cold room and into the humid spring air, soothing your senses and warming your body. Practically purring, you turn your head, kissing and licking at other parts of her breast as you slide your hand down, passing over her soaked, scent-heavy pussy to caress her inner thighs.\n\nYou make your whimpering, pleading mother cum twice more just from sucking and playing with her tits, before you slide down. Grinning up at her, watching her flushed face and parted lips, the war between wanting you to stop and wanting you to continue, you give a soft coo before simply ripping her panties off, her ass jiggling a little under her from the motion. "Maybe you're so fucking wet because it's wrong, huh?" you taunt in a sultry tone.\n\n"Cyan, oh God, Cyan stop," your mother moans, closing her eyes and tilting her head back as you lean in to start dragging your tongue along her plump, sopping lips, sliding it up and down her slit and slipping it inside of her, before raising up to flick it over her clit. She groans in shame as she cums again, gasping and arching her back as you push two fingers into her and start stroking them in quick, smooth motions. Your captive mother twists and bucks as you finger-fuck her and tongue her eager clit, even if her mind is still resisting, her big, soft tits swaying and jiggling with her motions above the gleaming blue of her bra. "Cyan, Cyan pleeeeease!" she whines as she cums again.\n\nOnly once you've left her gleaming with sweat and slumped near-exhausted on the bed do you stop, pulling your fingers out of her and sucking them clean. Mmmm... the second-tastiest fluid you're going to have tonight, you somehow know. Because now pure instinct has taken over, and you slide up her body, pressing yourself down against her quivering, sensitive form, smiling and looking into her eyes for a moment as you stroke her hair. Then you smoothly lower your head and sink your fangs into her neck, your own orgasm as rich and fluid and smooth as the blood rushing into your mouth and down your throat.\n\nYour mother's eyes have widened, her muscles going taut, her body trembling and mouth open. You can sense that your prey is having much the same reaction to the feeding as you are... like it's one long, continues, intense orgasm suffusing her entire body and pulsing through her veins. She makes soft, strangled little noises, her eyes rolling as you drink from her. You can feel a point approaching, some new instinct telling you to make a decision...\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep going.|GGLing1x5]]\n\n[[Stop.|GGLing]]

You begin your day by reporting to Jerome's office. You're wearing a sports team jacket, t-shirt, and jeans... you'd probably be sagging a bit but you never know when your line of work is going to require you to run, so. You don't look terribly out of place in the waiting room... just another high school kid caught with a bag of weed, most of the others waiting are probably thinking. The secretary waves you in almost as soon as you get there, clearly annoying some of the people that have been waiting longer. Ha ha, suck it, fucksticks!\n\nYou saunter on into the inner sanctum. Jerome is the only black man you've ever met with a combover... he must straighten his hair just so he can do that. His interior office is decorated in an almost painfully patriotic fervor, with the addition of a large (faux) bronze statue of a black man in broken manacles holding up a copy of the Constitution.\n\n"Hey kid, c'mon in!" He beckons you closer to the desk. "Y'know, I like you, sport. You're hungry for the work, you got a quick mind. If you'd bothered to finish high school I'd have tried to wrangle you a scholarship to law school. Reminds me of me, if I was young. And, y'know, pale as a piece of bread."\n\nSmirking, you tuck your hands into your jacket pockets. "Whatcha got for me, Jerome?"\n\n"Well normally I'd tell you to just get to where I told you to go, but like I said, I like you. And I actually have a lot to do today, so I'll let you take your pick of assignments. I've got a new client named [[Mr. Black|YPBB1x1]]. No jokes. But he's setting himself up a nice little drug lab, needs someone to watch his ass and help out where he needs it. Longterm assignment, but here's the thing... we're doing a three-way split here, kid. This works out, you and me both are gonna be rich, rich men. Still, I know I wouldn't wanna put up with some goofy bastard schoolteacher that long, so I'll understand if you'd rather I handed it off to one of your counterparts."\n\n"Next is that I need someone to go down to [[Georgia|YPZombie1x1]] and meet up with a couple of my clients who are planning on robbing a bank today. You're gonna meet up with 'em a ways outside this pissant little town with a fresh car and fresh clothes, so they can ditch any pursuit. Not a huge payday, but you'll earn a fair chunk of scratch. What's the worst that could happen?"\n\n"Third is a bit of a longer trip, but I need you to go to [[New York|YPShield1x1]] and find a client of mine. Some big secretive government agency is holding him illegally... I've tried serving every sort of injunction and subpoena there is, but you know the fuckin' government these days, they'll probably have him in indefinite detention in Gitmo before the week is out. Luckily they're holding him in a hotel, really light security. If you can bust him out and help him go into hiding, I can collect on the pending payment he set aside for me, and thus I can pay you."

Scowling at the fact that the fish tried to eat you, tried to kill you, and now doesn't even have the decency to FAKE being apologetic as it howls for mercy, you grab up a nice, long stick from the shore near where you're standing. You drag it along the rocks nice and hard as you walk over to the fish where it's flopping, managing to put a decent sharpened edge on it.\n\n"How about you go! Fuck! Yourself!" You snarl as you punctuate the final three words with hard stabs of your improvised spear at the fish's eye. The second jab pops the eyeball like a balloon, and your third thrust passes through the eyesocket. The monstrous fish howls with fury and pain as you jam the stick around, scrambling its brains, until its flopping finally goes still.\n\nPanting and covered in blood and eyeball juice, you step back from the fish, wings giving a flutter. You turn to look at the shocked, silent crowd, then run your forearm under your nose and give a sniff as you feel it dripping.\n\n"... Anyone want some fish and chips?"\n\nWhile they might not understand the exact reference, you saying something seems to break the spell, and the entire crowd bursts into cheers, hats, gloves, and a few pairs of panties being tossed into the air in jubilation. The crowd swarms in around you, quickly hefting you up onto their shoulders and carrying you towards the central tree, cheering and singing as they go.\n\nFairies may be nice, but apparently they can appreciate some applied violence too.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue|MiniEric4x4]]

You got into all this by dropping off the giant thing you were riding, you're not ready to make the same mistake twice! You hold on even as the fish slaps back to the water and dives, thrashing briefly in the mud of the pond bed and trying to roll to knock you off, but not able to scrape that part of its body effectively. It seems to be going steadily more insane the longer you hold on, as if it just couldn't stand to have you on its back.\n\nIt breaches and dives repeatedly, but you've resolved yourself to ride this out, and that seems to give you strength. Finally, the fish makes its last big mistake... it tries to breach after its crazy swimming has taken it too close to the shore. Its belly slams hard to the stony beach, the impact finally enough to knock you off and send you rolling away. You sit up groggily, noticing that a small crowd of fairies and animal men have gathered around, one of them helping you to your feet and asking if you're alright. \n\n"I'm... okay, I think," you answer, still not sure what you are besides completely soaked and exhausted.\n\n"<b>Put me back!</b>"\n\nThe crowd takes a step back at the liquid darkness of the fish's booming voice, though it also sounds like it's gasping for breath.\n\n"<b>Put me back! Put me back in the water!</b>" it demands.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fairies are all nice and stuff, right? Maybe it's better to be merciful.|MiniEric5x1]]\n\n[[Actually, no, the hell with this fish.|MiniEric4x3]]

Suddenly, you recall this horror movie you saw years ago, had Samuel L. Jackson and some other people in it. But the main character had something absolutely crazy he did when one of the giant mutant sharks was coming at him. That's pretty much the situation you're in right now, maybe you need to try some crazy.\n\nYou get your arms and legs bandied out, letting yourself go mostly loose. Just as the monster fish is almost on you and beginning to open its mouth, you throw yourself to the side and forward, slipping along the top of its mouth and over the back of its head! You twist and grab on to the first handhold you can get in the scales and really dig your fingers in!\n\nThe fish reacts like it's gone mad! It begins thrashing and twisting like an underwater rodeo bronco, trying to throw you off, but you've managed to find a natural handhold between its scales. In desperation, it breaches high, flapping and thrashing in the air.\n\n<hr>\n[[This is your chance! Jump for it!|MiniEricplaceholder]]\n\n[[If it's working, don't stop doing it! Hold on!|MiniEric4x2]]

"Absolutely not," you answer with a scowl. "I'm not going to be some sort of... black ops sociopath. What does survival even mean if we have to sacrifice our morals and souls?"\n\n"I am extremely sorry to hear that," the woman says, with what sounds like sincere regret in her voice. "Please be assured, however, that you won't feel a thing."\n\n"Won't feel a-?!" You start to demand, only to notice that there's the faint sparkle of a transporter beginning around you. For just the briefest moment, you have a glimpse of empty space and stars, with nothing between you and them but the shine of the transporter beam. And then your pattern is being peacefully dispersed into the emptiness, the energy that made you up returned to the cosmos as just that, energy. Once more becoming the stuff of stars, with never having really known what happened to you.\n\nIt's true, you never felt a thing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|TrekF13xEnd2]]

While the original Cyan inhabiting this body might have had beef with the Reaping Ones, you just got here. Genocidal space pirates are definitely Not Cool, however. "JADIS, transfer your identification information to the outpost's security team or whoever. We'll let them handle this."\n\n"Understood."\n\nAs the Belladonna begins to pull closer to the ring, you notice a small swarm of fighter-sized craft slide out of a bay and go flitting off in the direction the ship went, blue and red lights flashing. The Belladonna pulls into a different bay, settling down on the floor, the small area starting to revolve as the ship slowly spins to face towards the lowering bay door. "Your meeting with Eve is scheduled for a half hour's time in Debriefing Room Seven," JADIS notes evenly.\n\n"Thanks, JADIS." You push yourself out of the chair. "I can call you if I need you?"\n\n"A small nanite colony in your ears forms the basis of a communications apparatus with me. I will respond to my name or if I notice certain changes in your metabolic functions."\n\n"Uh... huh." You blink at that. Okay, that's one way not to lose your cellphone, you guess. After a moment you shrug and head down the hall of the ship, strolling down the boarding ramp and out of the bay. Through the door, there's a large hallway, enough for several forklift-sized vehicles to go cruising down (as they're doing just that) and a number of uniformed beings to make their way through as well, a smattering of humanoids attending to whatever business has brought them to the outpost.\n\n"Hunter Ihde?" one says, a female with brown hair and solid white glowing eyes, the top of her head barely coming up to your chest.\n\n"Yes, that's me." You give her a polite smile as you turn towards her.\n\n"Ma'am, Specialist Eve says that while your appointment can still proceed as scheduled, she's very busy and she'd prefer it if you proceeded immediately to her office. I can show you the way, if you like."\n\nHm. Sounds like Eve is trying to assert herself again. It's probably protocol to meet in a public debriefing room, but instead she wants you to hurry up and come to her, right in the seat of her own power.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Eve's office.|GGMS2x5]]\n\n[[Go to the briefing room.|GGMS4x1]]

"I know it's a little too late to be asking, but are you sure that was necessary?" The black-haired woman frowned slightly at her commanding officer. "I requested multiple other options should that individual reject our offer, including memory alteration, or housing in one of our dark site facilities so that we could at least debrief them on their actual identity. I'm just not certain why you deemed termination the only acceptable recourse."\n\nThere was no dismissal of the concerns, no brushoff that the higher-ups knew better and it was merely her job as an operative to carry out her orders. That wasn't what Section 69... this iteration of it, anyway... was about. People who followed orders blindly left too many holes, fell into the habit of carrying out their tasks too easily, without thinking or questioning... both things that were ultimately important to this organization. They might violate their morals out of necessity, but that didn't mean discarding them entirely. Instead after a moment, the supervisor said, "You're familiar with the term 'rogue element'?"\n\n"Of course. It's any variable in a situation that can't be properly accounted for and predicted."\n\n"There are certain individuals in existence that are what we call 'alpha rogue elements'. Beyond unpredictability, they have an infinite potential to affect the course of history. The methods we have of determining this status are above your level, so I'm afraid I can't tell you how we determined that the individual in question was one," the supervisor continued at the operative's shocked expression. "But understand that an alpha rogue element with knowledge of our existence, but without loyalty to us, is simply far too dangerous. Unlike a simple rogue element, which can crash operations, potentially threaten a single cell, or other such things, that individual had the potential to destroy Section 69. Permanently and totally, with no chance of our regrouping and continuing our work."\n\n"... I see." The operative nodded slowly. "In that case, I understand the necessity."\n\n"At this point, I don't think you've heard the last of alpha rogue elements, operative. Since you know now... we may be sending you after another one someday. Wherever... whenever... we find one. And in that case..."\n\n"I'll do what I have to do." She nodded again, firmly this time. "Whether I like it or not."\n\n"You probably won't. And that's why I have faith in you. Dismissed."\n\n<b>Commander Hawt</b> end - <i>A casualty of necessity</i>

After some more sobbing and crying and hysterical demands to know what's going on, everyone pretty much tires themselves out and flops down to sit. You pace back and forth a little, eventually getting used to the *skwnch, skwnch, skwnch* that comes every time your body moves and the somewhat higher squeaks every time you happen to rub against yourself. \n\n"Hey, what about the others?" Hanna suddenly asks, raising her head and looking at you with solid, featureless blue eyes.\n\nYou blink... or at least you think you do, it's sometimes weird to tell which parts of you are still separate from other parts... and look towards the wall of your box. Apparently taking the iniative, Cassie pushes herself to her feet and walks over to the wall, her trim red rubber butt moving with her steps as she leans close, cupping her hands around her eyes.\n\n"I'm pretty sure they've been changed too. I can't see any uniforms, and they're all blue. And, uh..." She glances back towards you, and you're pretty sure she'd blush if her whole body weren't already candy apple red. "I think they're all having sex."\n\nYou blink and walk over to the wall as well, leaning in to look, trying not to pay attention to your purple latex C-cups squashing against the glass. Some of the others come over to look as well. "Um, yeah, pretty sure that's a naked, blue Coach Morrison with her hand up a naked, blue Alisson's pussy," Kiera, the girl with the best eyesight on the squad, confirms. She glances at the rest of you, raising her moulded yellow brows. "I guess don't let a bad situation get you down, huh?"\n\n"Some... some people have a weird reaction to stress?" you venture, your mind reeling almost as much from the concept of an orgy involving five of your squadmates as it has from all the rest of the strangeness. Then you frown a little. "Or it's probably a different weird effect of whatever did this to us."\n\n"Boy, good thing we didn't get <i>that</i> effect, that would have been <i>awful</i>," Kiera says dryly, causing you and some of the others to look at her as if she might be having her own odd reaction to stress.\n\nThen you hear loud footsteps... two pairs this time... as the giant returns. He really is pretty normal-looking... bit homely, big nose, shaggy brown hair, wearing a flannel shirt and jeans, just like some rustic worker. The giantess with him must be his wife, and she's actually a bit prettier, with long dark hair (seriously long, considering) and breasts that would be a D-cup on a normal woman under her building-sized 'Frankie Says Relax' t-shirt that gives glimpses of pale green panties.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|CheerForest2x5]]

"Oh, got supplies today, I see," the giantess says cheerfully, pulling off her shirt, her room-sized tits wobbling and swaying freely with the motion.\n\n"Hey!" Kiera calls, apparently taking offense to being called 'supplies'. She flips the giants a yellow rubber middle finger, but if either of them notice her outburst then they give no sign of it.\n\n"Yeah, practically stumbled over 'em, just left there. All clean, though, still sealed up," the giant adds as he shrugs out of his own shirt and starts undoing his belt.\n\n"Uh, are we about to see what I think we're about to see?" Cassie says with a gulp as the giantess drops her panties, revealing a trimmed black bush that's still probably higher than most lawns, then climbs up onto the bed and lays on her back.\n\n"Eeeyup," Kiera answers evenly, though she doesn't seem altogether put off as the giant lets his pants drop, his partly-hard, car-sized cock swinging free.\n\nEven though you don't necessarily want to watch, it's too much of a spectacle to look away from as the giant kneels between his wife's legs, wrapping his arms around her somewhat thick thighs and starting to go to work with his mouth. 'At least he's a thoughtful husband,' you think distantly, fighting the urge to giggle hysterically. The giantess' moans boom through the room, probably sounding deeper to all of you than they really are, though you think the glass mitigates it a little. You're not even sure how you'd get properly turned on in this body... your nipples seem to have been a casualty of the transformation, your breasts just featureless perky teardropped shaped mounds on your chest, and your pussy is just a shaped hole between your legs made of the same solid rubber the rest of you is. Still, you have to admit, it is a bit hot.\n\nThe giant spends a good long time working the giantess over with his tongue, leaving her writhing and bucking and moaning happily, until finally he straightens up and looks down at her. "Still taking precautions?"\n\n"Hm, yeah, not quite ready." She grins up at him, face flushed.\n\nThe giant nods, then reaches over, his massive hand ducking into your box. All of you shriek and try to get away, but he just keeps feeling around, idle and unhurried as someone trying to grab something out of a drawer that keeps slipping away. It's obvious he's not going to give up until he finds someone... and that someone is Cassie, his fingers pinching around her middle as he starts to lift her flailing form up and away.\n\n<hr>\n[[Grab her! Save her!|CheerForest]]\n\n[[It's too late!|CheerForest2x6]]

Cassie is already lifted up above the top of the box before you can force yourself into motion. Before any of you can really react, his hand dips back in and grabs up Hanna, lifting her up and out as well. The four of you remaining stare in shock and horror as, after passing Hanna to his wife, the giant takes Cassie by the legs and brings her to the tip of his immense cock. He actually pulls her onto it, her body stretching and deforming as he pulls her down along it, her features slowly disappearing as she's pulled wider and wider, until eventually she looks like an actual red condom applied to his jutting giant hardon.\n\nAccepting the squirming, protesting Hanna back from his wife, the giant proceeds to double-bag himself using the second girl, her body stretching over his Cassie-sheathed prick until she too is stretched beyond human form, having taken on a faint purplish color with Cassie's red showing through. The giant then quickly pushes his wife onto her back, sliding his rubber-clad cock into her pussy and starting to pump into her eagerly.\n\n"What a ride," snickers Kiera, yellow rubber eyes not leaving the scene even as you glare at her. But you find yourself looking back, staring at the colorful, stretched forms of your friends as they're worked in and out of the giantess' slick pink pussy, Hanna's blue surface now glistening brightly, as well as the bit of Cassie's red skin poking out from beneath the edge of her. Condoms... you've all been turned into girl-shaped condoms!\n\nEventually the giant groans and shoves in deep, his huge balls visibly twitching. When he drags his cheerleader-clad cock out of his wife, you can see that your friends' tips are swelled up with a large load, enough to dangle heavily away from the giant's cocktip. You watch in horror as he pulls both stretched rubber sheaths off at once and ties a knot in them, tossing them over the side and into a garbage can.\n\n"Mm, wanna have a quick go again?" he asks, grinning.\n\n"Suuure," the giantess replies langurously. "You can probably just use one this time."\n\nNodding, the giant again reaches over and into your box, apparently intending to take out another girl-condom.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sacrifice yourself for the others!|CheerForest2x7]]\n\n[[Screw that, sacrifice Kiera.|CheerForest20x1]]

Wracked with guilt over not being able to save Cassie and Hanna, you fling yourself against the giant's hand, wrapping your purple arms and legs around one of his fingers. He raises his hand back up and peels you off his finger, then grasps hold of your sleek, moulded rubber legs. You can feel the immense size and heat of his cock against the hole of your pussy, and without waiting, he simply starts pulling you onto him, your tiny little teen cunt spreading around his engine block-sized cockhead.\n\nYour solid-color rubber eyes go wide and your mouth opens as your flat belly bulges obscenely with the shape of his cockhead. You thought it might hurt or, at most, feel like nothing when he does it. Instead you climax instantly, your body trying to tremble in his grip and around the huge bulge inside you. And you just keep orgasming as he continues dragging you down, that bulge moving up between your breasts and the bottom of your throat.\n\nOnce he gets to your head the rest of your body begins to stretch and deform like you saw happen to Cassie and Hanna earlier, only this time you realize how fantastic it must have felt for them. Your breasts are the first to go as your torso is stretched into a dick-filled tube, and then your arms begin retracting into you as you're spread over more and more surface area. Finally the giant grips you by the obscenely stretched lips of your pussy and hauls on you from there instead, so that your legs too can pull in and stretch, until finally the snug ring of your pussy, stretched many feet wide, settles near the base of his cock. Your now featureless head has formed the reservoir tip, a dribble of pre escaping the end of his prick and sliding down your inside.\n\nYour whole entire body is filled and touched over every part of its inside with cock, and you absolutely love it. Orgasms don't even really mean anything to you now, it's just pleasure spread throughout the stretched sheath of your form. You can feel his dick throbbing and pulsing all inside you, through you, like he's fucking your entire existence, using you for the purpose your rubbery body was made for.\n\nYou feel your tip rubbing against something even hotter and very wet, and then you're sliding into a pussy. Its silky, sopping walls slide around your outside even as dick shudders and swells inside you. You moan internally as the walls of the pussy surround you completely, and then stroke along your outside, the dick you're hugging pumping into the sodden cavern eagerly. You can feel yourself being grasped at, squeezed at, enough to slide you just a little off of the immense dong filling your form, but you cling fast to it.\n\nFinally the dick stretching you to tautness quivers and jumps inside the wet confines of the pussy you're sheathed in and begins pumping its load into you. As your tip, your head, the former repository of your mind swells with blast after blast of thick cum, the pleasure of being a snug, enclosing cocksheath overcomes you, wiping out the last traces of Amanda the Cheerleader and leaving in her place simply a slightly overfilled purple condom.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|CheerForest2xEnd]]

"Sounds kinda like thunder," you reply, frowning a little.\n\n"Just what we need on top of everything, rain," one of the girls grouses, peering out the window.\n\nThere's another distant rumble, and then another. This time, though, you feel a faint vibration of the bus floor through your sneakers. You blink, looking down, then around. From the looks on other girls' faces, you're not the only one who noticed it. And with the next loud boom, there's no mistaking that the whole bus shakes. The next one comes faster, rattling the windows, and girls start screaming.\n\n"It's an earthquake!"\n\n"It's explosions, we're being bombed!"\n\n"Stop it, don't panic!" you try to shout over the growing hysteria, when the entire bus lurches, inducing more panicked wails. You fling yourself against the back of a seat and hold on tightly. The whole bush wobbles and shakes like a ship in storming seas, and you look out the window to see that the treeline is below, and part of the windows are blocked by a giant <i>thumb</i>. The dark night sky soars by as the bus rocks and the passengers (including you) scream until they're just too tired anymore. Then all of you simply stare in shock, holding onto the seats for dear life.\n\nIt's hard to see properly with things moving like they are, but eventually you think you can make out a large house... that proves to be positively enormous as you get closer and closer, proving to be in scale with whatever's holding the bus. The night sky is replaced by artificial-seeming light, and then suddenly massive fingers yank the back door of the bus open. Girls start screaming again as the fingers bend the metal, forcing the back of the bus wide open. Then the vehicle is tilted vertically, with some sort of glass box directly below. The bus wiggles back and forth and cheerleaders start slipping and falling out the back. You see Alisson and Shelly drop down and several others. Coach Morrison is holding onto the steering wheel, but her hands are slipping.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to grab her!|CheerForest]]\n\n[[You can't hold on and save her too!|CheerForest2x2]]

You start to reach for Coach Morrison, only to realize that you're already beginning to slip off the back of your seat. You reflexively yank your hand back and dig it into the aged seatcover, wincing as your teacher loses her own grip and goes plummeting down the aisle with a scream, dropping into that box below.\n\nThe bus tilts back up mostly upright, and resumes its shaking, unsteady movement of before as the massively oversized indoor furnishings outside blur by. But it's a brief respite as once more the bus tilts and shakes and more of the remaining girls are sent screaming and tumbling out of the back. Just below you, you can see Cassie struggling to hold onto the base of a seat, reaching up towards you.\n\n<hr>\n[[That's your best friend!|CheerForest2x3]]\n\n[[You'll never reach!|CheerForest]]

Affection overriding preservation instinct, you hurl yourself forward, grabbing Cassie's wrist with both hands just as her fingers give way. You try to hook your foot over the base of your own seat, but it only buys the two of you a few seconds before the shakes combined with Cassie's largely dead weight drag you down, the both of you sliding down the aisle until you plummet over the edge of the bus and down into another big glass box below.\n\nOddly enough the impact hurts less than the times you've fallen from near the top of the pyramid, even though it was easily twice as high and probably should have killed you. Instead you land on top of Cassie and both of you give a quiet *whuf* of impact as if you'd tripped over each other. You scramble to your feet and look around, spotting four other girls with Cassie and yourself. The box has silver-trimmed edges and legs about four feet high, and is easily more than twice any of you's height. You can now see the giant with the bus walking away... he's enormous, but not bulbous and ugly like you might expect, maybe just a bit homely, but otherwise like a normal middle-aged man just... well, <i>giant</i>. Your glass prison seems to be sitting on a bedside table, and across a bed the size of a city block you can just see a gold-trimmed glass box with the others moving around in it. \n\nBefore you can start trying to gesture or get their attention, you hear a shriek of indignation and fear from behind you as Hanna shouts, "My clothes are dissolving!" Whirling around, you see her staring at her arms and slapping at her midriff as if her jacket were on fire instead of just disintegrating upwards. The others shriek in surprise as they notice the same thing happen, and you watch your own uniform disentangle itself bit by bit until the six of you are standing around naked, awkwardly trying to cover yourselves.\n\nHowever, what happens next causes you all to forget about modesty. Hanna, apparently the first one to fall into the box, shrieks again and shoves her hand out, showing that it's turned shiny and molded, as if it were made out of rubber, the appearance spreading up her arm quickly. None of you can think <i>what</i> to do, there seems no reaction othe than to maybe scream or whimper or cry as all of you watch the effect spread over yourselves and each other, seeing one another's features become molded rubber in various colors, your hairs solid masses in the proper shape rather than individual strands.\n\nBy the time color starts to spread from your fingertips up, most of you are too stunned and mentally exhausted to have much reaction other than watching it happen. As the different hues spread over, they take over every other color, leaving each of you looking as if someone had poured colored rubber into a girl-shaped mould and called it done at that. With an almost resigned air, you give your purple breasts a squeeze, hearing the squeak of rubber-on-rubber and feeling the stiff resistance. Poking yourself in a few other places helps confirm... it's not some weird coating, you seem to have been transformed into colorful rubber girls all the way through.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|CheerForest2x4]]

It feels too good to stop, and if anything you sink your teeth in deeper, sucking more greedily, feeling your mouthgasm rush through your body all the harder as your mother quivers, jerks hard against you, and then gradually goes limp beneath you as you continue to drink.\n\nFinally it feels like there's almost no flow left, and you straighten up, panting, tongue sliding over your crimson lips as you look down. Your mother is completely pale, her eyes empty and staring at the ceiling, face frozen in a slightly slack expression of mingled horror and orgasm. ... Hm. "Oops," you note a little blandly. For some reason, you know you should be horrified and guilty, but the emotions just won't come. They're there, somewhere, if you wanted to reach for them, but don't feel any particular need. But you do feel... something. There's a tickle, and following it provides something... more a sensation than a thought.\n\n'Wait.'\n\nNow feeling rather thoughtful, you untie the scarves and toss them aside, and after a moment's thought, shift the body so that you can take the bra off completely, stripping her nude and folding her arms on her stomach. Then you draw away and settle into a chair, watching, finding it very easy to become completely still and patient as you watch the pale white corpse on the bed for something, you don't know what, but you know it must be coming.\n\nAbout two hours later, there's a slight twitch. Your mother's fingers move slightly as her nails turn glossy and glasslike. Mm? You take a glance down at your hands. Oh, hey, yeah, you had never noticed. Actually you're going to have to take a good look in the mirror (assuming you still can), because as you watch your mother's ears grow to slender points, slightly elongated and backswept, and you can see her features shifting just a little, becoming more... mm, stylized? Idealized? Her breasts firm up, looking even bigger and rounder as they lose the faint sag that had set in over the years, any slight irregularities in her hips and belly, ass and legs, all smoothing out, leaving them perfected versions of their prior roundness and curve. She sits up suddenly, gasping, blue eyes having turned crimson, her open mouth showing sharp fangs.\n\n"Ah... ah..." She blinks a few times, then looks at her hands "... Ah? I..."\n\n"Welcome back," you say as you stand up and walk back over to the bed, sitting down on the side of it still facing her.\n\n"Back? I'm..."\n\n"A vampire, yeah," you acknowledge, saying it out loud for the first time yourself.\n\nShe looks at you, then frowns. "You didn't look like that, a minute ago," she says, slowly reaching out to brush her fingertips along one of your own pointed ears, making you smile some at the pleasurable tingle it sends through you.\n\n"It was actually a few hours ago, but maybe whatever started it in me needed to feed to finish the change. You, meanwhile... well, I drained you, and waited, and then you came back. I sort of felt like it might happen faster if I stayed nearby, though I didn't even know what it was I was waiting for."\n\n"I see." Your mother frowns again. "... I know I should be upset... terrified, or angry, a hundred other things, but I... mostly just feel calm. In fact, I feel really good."\n\n"Guess it's part of being a vampire," you muse aloud. "I had the same thing happen to me. Everything just seemed... easy, natural. All the other stuff's there, below the surface, like I could reach for it and act on it if I wanted, but it's like it's tucked in a drawer waiting for me instead of pressing in." You quirk your eyebrows. "But, you feel anything else?"\n\n"Hm. Well... I suppose I do feel like one thing," she replies, smirking before leaning in and kissing you, her tongue sliding into your mouth, curling in an easy, lewd invitation to your own. You moan and lean into her, your hands stroking over her sides as she reaches to undo your bra. You slip one hand between her legs, stroking your fingertips along her slit as she starts toying with your nipples, only to tug you forward and press you onto your back. "I think I have a few favors to repay," she coos as she lowers her mouth to one of your nipples, suckling with vampiric aptitude.\n\n"Mmmm... mm, fuck, Mom," you moan as her fangs nip against your stiff nub.\n\n"You know," she murmurs as she raises her head a little, flicking her tongue over the nub while using both hands to gently knead your tits. "It's almost like you're <i>my</i> mother, now," she continues in a teasing tone. "I sort of feel that way towards you... a deep, instinctive loyalty. A desire to serve you..." She leans up to kiss you hungrily again, then whispers in your ear, "Maybe that's why I want to lick your pussy so bad."\n\n"Mmm, don't let me stop you," you reply with a smile. "Jocasta," you add in a teasing tone as she snags your panties and slides them off of you, with you lifting and parting your legs to assist. She snorts at your use of her given name, and then she's kissing her way down your belly, making you squirm lightly, then moan as she starts shamelessly tonguing your pussy with a mingling of a mother's love and a daughter's devotion. When her fingers come into play, they slide into your pussy, stroking only a few times before slipping out... and then pushing into your ass instead, making you give a low cry as your mother returns to eating you out with a superhumanly dextrous and strong tongue. "Ffffuck!" you groan, putting both hands on her head and bucking your hips.\n\nThe two of you spend the next few hours sucking each other's tits, licking one another's assholes, sixty-nining, and several other creative positions you discover to be possible with vampiric strength and agility. But eventually the two of you lay flopped on the bed, your mother pressed to your back, tits pillowed against you and her arms around you, two fingertips lazily circling your clit. "I guess vampires are quite the sex monsters after all," she coos as she nibbles your ear.\n\n"Mmhm," you answer, smiling. "It's sort of like... whenever I make someone cum, it's like a little feeding. It's not nearly as strong with you now as when you were alive, but it's still good."\n\n"Yes, though... mm, I am a little hungry still." Your mother goes quiet, apparently pondering, then giggles. "Your father's still downstairs, isn't he?" Her lips brush over the back of your neck as she mmmms. "There's a meal going wanting..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Ooo, good idea!|GGLing]]\n\n[[Hm, not a good idea.|GGLing]]

"I think Tembo's right, Boss," you say after a moment. "I can tell everyone's tense, but it's even worse outside. They'll feel better if they know we're doing something to help them, and besides, we can always party afterwards."\n\n"Yeah, good point, I guess," the redhead says with a sigh, rubbing the back of her neck. "Alright, Arachne, you go join the others. Cyanide, c'mon, I'll get the other top ranks together, I guess. Man, I wanted to see some of you girls dancing in first-person."\n\nExchanging an amused glance with Tembo, the two of you head into the meeting room, a simple area with a long conference table, albeit decorated with paintings of nude women. (Tasteful ones, though, since them being artistic was how the game got away with having them.) A minute or two later, Boss and a few other of the guild members come in as well, taking seats around the table, with Boss at one end of it and Tembo at the other.\n\n"Alright, here's the deal," Boss says after a moment, thumping her hands down on the tabletop. "We're all stuck in Elder Tale. Duh. But more than that, things are starting to look bad in the city. The Puckish Rogues need to look out for our own, first of all, and our own are scattered all over the Land of Wen without ring gates to get us back together."\n\n"What's worse, we can't use the fairy rings with no way to access the wiki or other online resources," Pietr, a big Fighter encased entirely in his armor says, his voice echoing a bit inside his helmet.\n\n"So no one remembers the fairy ring schedules at all?" Kyara asks, frowning. She's an animal-person, big foxlike ears poking up from her thick blonde hair, and a matching tail swishing through the open back of her chair. She's an Assassin, and wearing a DEX-upgraded version of the same armor Arachne wears... meaning it's got a sizeable boob window in front, bare fingers, bare toes, and bare heels. "I mean, even I can remember that the one that opens up by the big tree just outside of the Pladium front gates at five minutes past noon goes to Cowtown."\n\n"But five minutes past noon when?" Tembo cuts in, deep voice catching everyone's attention. "Before it was five minutes past noon local server time. Is it five minutes past 'real' noon now? Or some time that corresponded to five minutes past noon in our world? Game days were twelve hours long when Elder Tale was on a computer, but as far as we can tell since we got here, since there's no sign of it getting dark, days are the usual twenty-four hours." He waves a taloned hand a bit. "That aside, you know that the devs loved to change the fairy ring schedules and outputs every few updates, that's why we needed the wiki."\n\n"Right, and with something the size of an expansion, they'd <i>definitely</i> have changed them," Kyara acknowledges, her ears laying back as she frowns. "Did the devs do this somehow? Did we get teleported into... another world, or some sort of virtual reality, by a bunch of programmers from Japan?"\n\n"The 'why' isn't important right now," Boss says, thumping a hand on the tabletop again. You're reminded why she's guild leader, not Tembo... while she can seem frivolous, once she's got her mind set on something she doesn't get distracted and handles the issue. "The 'why' and trying to get home can come later, for now we need to deal with the situation. The situation being, how the hell can we get the rest of our guild members home before some bigger guild comes knocking and tries to push us around?"\n\n"The problem is one of distance, for the most part," Tembo says, lacing his yellow-scaled fingers and gazing over them with his intense, dark eyes. "We've contacted most of the outlying members, the ones who answered, and told them to use 'home' scrolls. But for many that wound up taking them to other cities anyway. And the Land of Wen is no Yamato. Even halved, real world distances in the United States can be prohibitive, especially if we're limited to the distance and speed a summoned horse can travel. At my estimates, just for an example, it would take Paplona, who is in Cowtown, at least half a day even to make it to Oilrig. From either Cowtown or Oilrig, the trip even to Tuls is 128 miles... almost a week."\n\n"Tack on another week to get to Devle alone, assuming they didn't constantly get hung up on monster encounters in aggro zones," you muse aloud. "From there, maybe another three days to Pladium. Assuming they actually got here... there's the Wind Zone between Tuls and Devle, and Death Park between Devle and Pladium. Try to go around either and it'd easily triple your travel time."\n\n"What about flying mounts?" Kyara wonders aloud. "I know they exist, even if I've never had one. They must go faster, and probably can go right over those kind of zones."\n\n"They're rare, you have to do high-level raids to get them and we've never been a really active raiding guild," Pietr answers, helmet creaking quietly as he shakes his head. "Only three guild members even had them. One was logged onto an alt that isn't a member of this guild, so he doesn't have it anyway, another was going to make a new character to try the expansion with, and a third was trying out the Yamato server... both of the latter are out of contact, we don't know if they were even logged on when this happened."\n\n"I'm hearing problems, but not solutions," Boss declares, frowning as she leans back and grips the armrests of her chair. "I want the next thing out of someone's mouth to be a suggestion on how to get the guild assembled here in Pladium, so unless you're going to offer that, keep your mouth shut."\n\nThe five of you settle into silence, save for Tembo's talons gently scratching against the scales covering his hands. You actually blink as something occurs to you. "The Guild Bank. If it still works like it did in the game, it would be linked and accessible from any city's guild hall, right?"\n\n"Which'd work great if guild members could just deposit themselves," Boss snorts, then looks thoughtful, as if actually considering it.\n\n"No, we don't need to do that. We just need anyone who's got a Blacksmith, Imbuer, or Alchemist subclass to make enough guildwarp stones to deposit that everyone can take one out and use it to get back to Pladium," you point out. "It won't help those who are currently linked to Towns that don't have guild halls, but most of those are a day or two at most from a City that does have one. It's not perfect, but assuming we can get the crafting done, we could have the whole guild together in... four days, max."\n\n"How many can you craft right now?" Tembo asks.\n\nYou pull up your HUD and check your crafting menu, then shake your head. "I only have the materials for three. It takes gold and gemstones. Like Boss said, home-teleport scrolls are usually cheaper and almost as easy, if you're adventuring out of a City."\n\n"There's bound to be some scarcity of materials in the vendors," Pietr ventures. "We'll probably have a tough time finding... or affording... crafting materials within the day."\n\n"This is top priority," Boss says, standing up and leaning forward onto the table on her hands. "I want the guild bank <i>and</i> everyone's personal banks emptied of crafting-gold and gemstones within the next three hours. Kyana, start getting everyone together who has the right subclass. Pietr, take a chunk of our guild funds, and a couple of other big tough-looking guildmembers, and go out to see what prices and buying are like. Cyanide, once we've got the materials, you're in charge of directing the crafting once we have materials together. I want at least a hundred guildwarp stones in the guild bank... enough for all the guild members scattered across the Land of Wen, and more besides just in case. Tembo, you've been playing the longest, start calling people on your friends list... anyone who's not in a guild, or has problems with their current guild, see if they'd be willing to switch." She pushes herself up and waves a bit as she heads for the door. "I'm gonna go see to morale!"\n\n"Meaning, she's going to go start a party," Kyana says dryly, getting to her feet as well, Pietr clanking and clinking as he gets up and follows her. "We'd better get to work too."\n\nSoon it's just you and Tembo, and as he stands and starts tapping at his invisible HUD, you get up and walk over to stand in front of him, grinning as you look him up and down. "You look good. I mean, it must be pretty weird for you, but you look... really good." Still grinning, you reach out and lightly run your fingertips down the firm plane of his stomach, the molded six-pack visible even through the feathers. "Surprisingly hot, actually."\n\n"Yes, well." Tembo coughs, the feathers around his neck puffing out some as he takes a half-step back. "Thank you. It is a bit strange, but I find I'm adapting rather quickly. Perhaps this is simply my nature. I should get to work."\n\nYou blink and close the distance, reaching out to run your hand along his forearm, momentarily distracted by the interesting feel of the smooth, almost bonelike feel of the yellow keratin covering his hands and forearms and the softness of the feathers that start below his elbow. Then you glance up at him and grin again, though this time more wickedly. "C'mon, Tembo, don't be so standoffish. I mean, it is a lot more real than before, but it's not like it would be the first time we had some fun."\n\n"That was before you told me you were sixteen," he notes, giving you a somewhat annoyed look.\n\n"Okay, yeah, that was my bad," you admit with a little laugh, holding up both hands. "I'm sorry, alright? It just honestly didn't occur to me at the time." Then you wink at him. "Pretty sure I count as older than sixteen now, though... and that even if I don't, no one would really care."\n\nThat does seem to have given him something to think about, and he blinks his dark eyes a few times, head tilting a little bit. You could probably give him juuuust a little bit more of a push...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go for it.|GGETPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Eh, if he's not that into it, he's not that into it.|GGETPlaceholder]]

'Gorgon'? As in, Medusa? That seems kind of dangerous... but then, you guess in theory pretty much all of them are dangerous. They probably wouldn't be offering to house one with you if it wasn't relatively safe, and you've always kind of liked the concept, so you check that box and then sign your name at the bottom of the sheet. Ms. Jones steps over to pick up the sheet, taking a look. "Gorgon, hm? That's good, there's a Gorgon waiting placement at the facility right now. She can be here in about an hour," the woman notes as she clicks a picture of your contract with her cellphone.\n\n"What, that soon?" you ask with a blink.\n\n"Sure, she doesn't have a lot of things, and her needs are mostly human-like, so she can stay in the guest room no problem." She tucks away her cellphone and pulls out a small envelope, setting it on the table in front of you. "In here is a Monster Girl Trainer ID, which you can show to any authorities if there's a problem. There's also a card with all my contact information, if you do have any problems or if you need help with something. I do have other trainers I'm responsible for, but your age makes you my priority, since you're both likely to need help and are very valuable to the program for your likely skill at helping young monster girls blend in. There's a card you can use for all of the two of you's living expenses like food and clothing... don't go nuts though, if it's anything too outlandish you and I both have to answer for it and might wind up having to pay for it yourself. Or myself, if it's determined I let you get away with it. There's also what's called an 'emergency charm' in there," she adds as you open the envelope and look through it.\n\n"Emergency charm? This thing?" you ask, pulling out a thin chain with a small pendant shaped like entwined snakes. Looks sort of like an overly fancy pretzel.\n\n"Yes, that. Now, the monster girls participating in this program have been screened both physically and psychologically to be capable of blending in with human society without causing problems, but some of them are just naturally prone to issues like aggression. I doubt you'll have any real problems, but in an <i>absolute emergency</i>, you can use this charm to force her to calm down or comply or something."\n\n"What, like magic?" you ask dubiously.\n\n"Exactly like magic. Your ward will also have some magic of her own that she'll use when she wants to blend in. In any event, I'll go take care of the finishing touches, so you should make sure the guest room is ready," she adds, turning and heading out the door. "See you soon, Cyan!"\n\nYou blink a few times, and just sit there for a few minutes, processing everything. Then you shrug and get up, heading into the downstairs guest room to make sure that the sheets are clean and nothing's dusty. Not being experienced at this sort of thing, you're not exactly sure what other preparations to make, so after that you just sort of kill time until there's eventually a knock at the door. You walk over and open it to find someone a bit taller than you. She looks like she might be a few years older than you, a purple and black hoodie in place with the hood up despite the summer heat, a pair of black visor sunglasses of the sort that are usually worn over normal glasses in place. She's wearing jeans and sneakers as well, a messenger bag that matches her hoodie slung over her shoulders. She shifts nervously in place, awkwardness all over her pretty face... definitely not what you expected from a mythological beast.\n\n"Um... hi," she says quietly, her hands obviously fidgeting inside the pocket of her hoodie. "I'm... I'm Phoebe, I'm your... I mean, I'm here for... the homestay. Program. Thing. ... Sorry," she adds, though it's not entirely clear what she's apologizing for.\n\nUnable to help smiling, you step back and beckon her inside. "Yeah, c'mon in."\n\nShe steps inside, walking into the living room as you shut the door, then gives a soft 'mmf'. "You, um, you keep it pretty cool in here, huh?" she asks, glancing over at you.\n\n"Well, it's the middle of summer, and... oh, um, do you need it warmer?" you ask as you come in.\n\n"S-sorry, I don't mean to be trouble, I can deal, honest, I-"\n\n"I can turn it up some, we'll figure it out," you insist, holding up your hands. "Seriously, relax!"\n\n"... Okay. Sorry," she murmurs again, slipping her hands out of her pockets. Her nails are painted glossy black, and she brings her hands up to pull back the hood, revealing what looks like a weird sinuous draping that's in numerous different colors and patterns. Then as it moves more, you realize that's no hood... that really is a number of different snakes, or snakelike protrusions, or whatever you'd call them, in a riot of colors and patterns, moving about as if getting comfortable after having been inside the hood.\n\n<hr>\n[["AAAAAAAAAA HOLY SHIT FUCKING SNAAAAAAKES!"|GGMCE]]\n\n[["... Huh."|HHMCE4x5]]

"I mean I've shown you guys how good I am at these before, right?" you say as you prop up the phone on a nearby game cabinet before moving over to the crane machine. "So let's seeeeee..." you declare a bit overdramatically as you look over the 'field'. A lot of the toys look like age has gotten to them even inside the machine, having almost dissolved into little more than stuffing or shards of plastic with a few recognizable shapes of arms or limbs or heads here and there. It's a pretty creepy effect overall, like something out of a charnel house for toys. Choosing to focus on the ones that are intact, you look around and over them.\n\n"Alright, gang, for what I can get it looks like there's... a [[big Fast Felipe doll|WilmaFun]] kind of close to the chute, that'd be a good souvenir... we've got a cat plushie, I think that character was called like '[[Gaga Gato|WilmaFun]]' or something, a [[Bunzie|WilmaFun]] action figure, those are both about as easy to get, a super easy [[little rubber alien thing|WilmaFun]] aaaand... off in the corner there's this big gold egg labeled 'Grand Prize', that one would be tough but... hm, what do you guys think...?"

The shirt's kinda cute, and you can always decide whether you want to keep it or regift it when you get home. Picking it up, you look it over for a few moments to make sure it's a size that will fit you, then take it up to the register. \n\n"Oh, this one comes with a certificate too, you know," the redhead says as she accepts it and starts ringing it up. "We have to have it sent to you, though. Would you mind filling in your information on this card...?"\n\nAh, some sort of scam to get you on a mailing list. Still, this seems like a kind of neat place and you wouldn't actually mind knowing when it's having sales, so you fill in your name, address, and email address on the card and pass it back. The redhead finishes ringing you up, then hands you the bag with the shirt in it with a smile. Smiling and nodding back, you decide to head on home, having spent more money than you originally planned to today, even if it wasn't that much in the first place. \n\nBack in your room, you take the T-shirt out and hold it up in front of your chest. It is nice and soft... though you wonder what other people will say about you proclaiming an apparent love of monster girls to the world? Maybe it would be better to gift it after all...\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep it.|GGMCE4x2]]\n\n[[Give it away.|GGMon1x1]]

"... Okay, I guess," you answer, still feeling a little overwhelmed, but hey, you're in this position now, might as well run with it. You look through the papers, which have a lot of verbiage about covered expenses and how you're not allowed to reveal the monster girl's status to anyone without prior permission. Finally there's a page where it asks you to pick what sort of monster girl you wish to specialize in. "So it's just the one, right?" you ask, glancing up.\n\n"To start. If you do a good job, we might assign more girls to you, either of the same type or a related or complementary type. Don't worry, no one's ever been assigned more than three monster girls and I doubt you'll be the one to break that trend," Ms. Jones assures you.\n\nYeah, that's always how it starts, isn't it? Still, what else are you going to do, and you instead turn your attention to the list of monster girl types available to pick. After reading it over, you put a checkmark in the box beside:\n\n<hr>\n[[Lamia.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Centaur.|GGMCE5x1]]\n\n[[Dragon.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Slime.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Gorgon.|GGMCE4x4]]\n\n[[Scylla.|GGMCE]]

Eh, who cares what anyone thinks, monster girls are cute! Grinning, you pull off your current T-shirt and pull on the new one, taking a moment to admire it in the mirror. Then you blink and raise your head at the sound of the door opening and closing, and your mother's voice calling, "Cyan, could you come downstairs, please?"\n\nHeading on down, you find your mother and father both standing at the door. "Cyan, we've both been suddenly called away on a job that's going to take several months at the least," your father explains. "The government has a very lucrative contract for us to work together, so we're going to take it. With how busy it's going to keep us, it didn't seem worth it to drag you out with us and make you stay in a hotel all day."\n\n"Instead, we've decided it would be better for you to stay home," your mother picks up. "The government has graciously volunteered someone to drop by every day and provide you with an allowance for groceries, clothes, and make sure everything that might need an adult is taken care of. But we need to leave within the hour, so I'm afraid there's not much time to talk about it."\n\nYou blink and nod, actually helping them pack and exchanging some rather whirlwind goodbyes. You've never heard of the government badly needing graphic designers for a job, but soon you're waving goodbye to them at the door. Almost the moment they've gone, you hear a voice call, "Yeah, in here, we should meet." from the kitchen. Blinking, you head in to find a tall woman with long black hair, wearing a black skirt-suit and stockings, thin dark glasses showing some of her eyes. "Um, you look... sorta familiar," you say. "Aren't you-"\n\n<img src="images/dtjTHN6.png">\n\n"No idea what you're talking about," the suited woman interrupts smoothly. "You can call me Ms. Jones."\n\n"So you're my... what, babysitter?" you ask as you sit down at the table, only to blink as she thumps the sheaf of papers she's holding down in front of you.\n\n"Sort of. Your parents have been sent off to work on an arm of the government program you're now a part of... the Monster Girls In Society Project. Yes, I'm serious," she says at your incredulous look. "You signed up for a Monster Girl Trainer license, didn't you?"\n\n"Yeah, but... but that was-"\n\n"You signed up for it, now you've got it, the final paperwork for it is right there. Once you select your specialty and sign, you'll be assigned a monster girl to help assimilate into society. You'll teach her how to mingle with other humans while in disguise so that they won't have any idea she's not a human herself, until human society is ready to deal with interacting with demi-humans openly. You'll also be responsible for helping insure she has a positive outlook on humanity."\n\nStill a bit stunned, you can't help but snark, "And let me guess, no sex."\n\n"Oh no, you can fuck your monster girl as much as you want, as long as she's willing," Ms. Jones says, quirking her eyebrows before she smirks. "But I'd be careful if I were you. Both of you being female won't prove a barrier to making offspring, especially with certain monster girls. Now, if you'd finish your paperwork?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No way, this is crazy!|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Well, okay.|GGMCE4x3]]

Your curiosity is too strong, you've just gotta know what it is you're not supposed to get your hands on! Luckily, you came prepared for a situation in this general vicinity. Grinning, you start undoing your new jeans.\n\n"E-eh? Hey, Eric, what are you doing, that's not-!" Wiz cuts off with a gasp as you push down your new boxer-briefs and let your stiff, oil-slathered cock spring free, dripping thin, slightly viscous drops onto the floor as it sways. Her pupils dilate and her nipples visibly stiffen under her robes as she sucks in a quick, hard breath through her nose, obviously doing her best to resist the sudden and intense reaction racing through her body and mind.\n\nTwo seconds later she's on her knees in front of you, hands gripping your hips as she desperately fucks her own face onto your cock, giving low "Mmf! Mmf!" moans of pleasure as she stuffs your thick prick past her lips again and again, slender throat bulging up with your girth. Her eyes are rolled up to look at you, already glazed over like Mai's were, and you could almost swear you see little glowing hearts in her pupils as she drags her lips along your prick on every draw back.\n\n"Guess you did a pretty good job on this stuff, huh?" you say with a grin, putting a hand on her head and lightly getting a grip on the base of that arc of hair, actually making her yip a little around your prick. Mmnn, not only did that feel great, it was super cute. "Mai says your stuff is super effective when I use it, guess that's true, huh? Okay, Wiz, here's the deal... I'm gonna let you suck my cock and give you a big load of cum to swallow, and to show your gratitude you're gonna take me into the backroom and show me those devious items and let me pick out whatever I want, alright?"\n\n"Mm! Mm! Mm-hmmmm!" Wiz answers enthusiastically without stopping in working her mouth and throat over your prick, actually nodding as much as having a particularly large dick buried to the root past her lips will allow her to.\n\nAfter a few minutes you push back on Wiz's head and rest the tip of your prick on her jutted-out tongue, stroking yourself the last few times to completion and starting to spurt your load all over her face and into her mouth. She moans and quivers below you, obviously orgasming herself even as you use her face and tongue as a cum rag, wiping the last few dribbles of creamy white on her lips as the rest of it pools in her mouth and across her cheeks and forehead. You step back a bit and zip up, Wiz just kneeling there panting, until gradually some of the lust fades from her eyes. Shame steals over them, but she's still obviously swayed enough to heed your words, climbing to her feet and pulling out a handkerchief to dab at her face as she shows you towards the back. Even her steps are a little uncertain and wobbly, as if she were a bit drunk. You follow her into a smaller, slightly dimmer room, where she draws some keys out from within her robes and unlocks one of the cabinets.\n\n"Um... please be careful with these, if you decide to use any of them," she murmurs, voice still carrying a bit of cocksucking rasp. "They're very powerful and most of them are for, you know... controlling people," she continues as she lays out various boxes and items on a table in front of you. "Like these [[Snake-Eye Contacts|HLMai]]... or this [[Hypnosis Watch|HLMai]]..."\n\n"Seriously?" You eye the watch, which absolutely just looks like a fairly cheap metal pocketwatch from any jewelry stand\n\n"S-symbolism magic is very potent! Because so many people associate something like that with hypnotizing someone, it's very easy to make a powerful talisman that looks like that. I-it has other functions too... it's a watch, after all."\n\n"So what's the difference between them? I mean, I'm assuming the snake eye things hypnotize people too?"\n\n"The Snake-Eye Contacts will cause a sort of, um... 'happy trance'?" Wiz shifts nervously in place, cheeks seemingly permablushed. "It doesn't last beyond you focusing on someone and they won't remember anything that happened when they were under. The watch is more of a, um, zoned-out trance that you can use to issue commands to someone, like you're programming them. And, um..." She sets down a plastic bottle that looks a lot like the one you used before leaving the apartment, but with a big red X on one side. "This is [[Oil of Absolute Allure|HLMai]]. It's... it's basically permanent, you'd have an oiled-up, completely entrancing dick forever, which would probably permanently turn anyone you fuck with it into a cum-drunk cock whore," she murmurs, her voice actually catching a little with mingled fear and desire at the possibility.\n\nSmirking at her, you glance at the other items. "And those?"\n\n"Th-this is the [[Wackajabb Staff|HLMai]]..."\n\n"Did you say-"\n\n"No I said Wackajabb. You point it at someone and say the name of an animal, and it will turn them into a beastkin of that animal type, though the details and extent may be a bit randomized. But they'll have traits of that animal for sure, and they'll be sort of imprinted on you, so they'll obey pretty much any order you give them. The last one..." She pauses, looking at the large golden ring engraved with flying dragons around the outside. "Uh, I don't think you want that one, really."\n\n"Why not? It looks cool." You're guessing from the size it probably doesn't go on your finger, either, you think with a smirk.\n\n"Well the [[Dragon's Nest Ring|HLMai]] will turn girls into your absolutely devoted and loving slaves if you fuck them while wearing it, it's true," she admits slowly. "But, um, the way it does it is pretty... weird. Like even for around here. I-I really don't think you want it!"

Hm, let's see here... 'To enhance one's natural enticing factor, simply coat the feature of your body you wish to enhance the allure of with a light coating of product. While the oil will gradually absorb into the skin providing a healthy natural glow, in early stages of application it will also act as an effective lubricant and gentle stimulant. Intensity of results may vary.'\n\nHm, come to think of it, Mai's tits were a bit shinier than average yesterday, and they certainly had a 'healthy glow' about them and were very enticing. Besides, y'know, being boobs and super perfect ones. She must rub some of this stuff in before she goes to work some days. Hm... effective lubricant and stimulant, huh? Sounds like this'd be fun to use with her!\n\nYou flip open the top of the cap and are about to smear it on when you pause. Hm... it said it would naturally absorb in, and probably lessen the effects. So if you put it on now, it might be practically gone by the time she gets home this evening and she'd barely notice. You definitely want to see Mai's reaction to the cock she loved so much getting even more <i>alluring</i>, so probably best to wait until right before she might get home to put it on. Forcing yourself to rein in your enthusiasm, you flip the cap back closed and carry the bottle over to the bed, resting it on the bedside table before flopping back down.\n\nYou spend most of the day lazing around by napping, eating, and watching TV. Much to your delight Mai is subscribed to a surprising variety of porn channels, and you put your new cock through its paces... well, its solo flight paces... watching. You seem to recover even faster than you used to, so you figure that even with jerking it several times to the TV, you'll still be able to go pretty much all night with Mai again.\n\nEventually you notice the light changing outside... Mai said she'd be back in early evening, right? So probably any time now. Giving in to the temptation you've felt all day, you reach over and snag the bottle, squirting a probably overgenerous amount of the glistening golden oil onto your stiff pole before starting to rub and stroke it in. 'Mmf, it wasn't kidding about the stimulant bit, this feels really good,' you think with a soft moan, pumping and twisting both hands over your shaft gently, watching it start to glisten and shine like a polished gemstone made of hard, throbbing flesh.\n\nIn fact you've barely finished covering your entire cock in the stuff when you hear a key in the lock and the door opening. "Hey, Eric, I'm home!" Mai calls as she steps inside, bags in both hands. "I brought us some dinner and you some new clothes while I was-"\n\nThe bags all drop to the floor as Mai's jaw sags, the beautiful ninja standing there in the same clothes she left in this morning, her eyes widening and pupils dilating noticeably as she sees you on the bed. Then without a word she's dashing forward, actually running to the bed and throwing herself onto it, literally tearing her clothes off as she goes. You're still jumping a bit in surprise from her sudden dash across the room when she already has her hands and mouth all over your cock and balls, moaning shamelessly and eagerly as she starts dragging her tongue and sucking her lips over your glistening shaft, her hands rubbing worshipfully over your sack and thighs and belly. 'H-holy shit!' you think as you arch your back, the sheer suddenness and intensity of her oral assault almost instantly bringing you off, your gleaming prick shuddering as it fires into the air.\n\nBut before you can even finish, Mai's stuffing her mouth down over the spurting tip, gulping and moaning loudly as she shifts to using one hand to milk at the base of your cock while she bobs her head almost desperately over the rest. Her eyes are closed, but what of them you can see looks glazed, clouded with pure lust as she sucks you, deepthroating you before you've even finished cumming the first time. Her moaning doesn't stop, either, almost as pleasured and needy as what you heard last night when you were actually fucking her, as if she were getting off entirely on giving you such a frenzied blowjob. In fact when you blow another load down her throat, to judge from the way her hips twitch and shudder, she's actually cumming at least a little from having her mouth and throat flooded with your cum.\n\nMai milks and sucks two more loads out of you before she even pauses... and even then it's only to turn around on all fours, presenting herself to you and shaking her ass like a bitch in heat, panting and moaning in a breathless voice, "Please, please, fuck me, fuck me, I need your cock, fuck me!" Of course considering that she's already got you almost back into that lust-crazed mindset yourself, that's not an offer you're even going to think about, mounting up on her practically like a beast in rut yourself and thrusting into her absolutely molten cunt, far hotter and wetter than it was last night, and already quivering and squeezing around you the moment you thrust in. Grabbing her tits, you start fucking her hard and fast, pounding your hips against her butt and sending impact tremors through the yielding flesh, the lewd ninja beneath you moaning and mewling as she cums over and over again, constantly gushing out increasingly slurred praises for your cock.\n\nAs you straighten up and grab her waist, starting to haul her back on you even harder, you can see in the reflection of the TV as her eyes start to roll, her tits swaying quick and freely beneath her now. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck cumming I'm cumming I'm cumming so hard oh fuck if I cum any harder my brain's gonna melt I'm gonna lose my mind fuuuuuck!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Pull out and cum all over her ass.|HLMai10x2]]\n\n[[Pull out and then jam your cock in her ass.|HLMai]]

"Uh, well... I mean if those things are gonna go crazy, I guess I'd rather they were trying to fuck me than eat me?" you mutter, since you're not exactly thrilled about either. \n\n"Good choice, good choice," Robert answers in an approving tone. "Plus you'll get a little longer while they get ready."\n\n"Uh... get ready?" You're distracted by a beeping from the clock as it clicks over to midnight, just staring at it for a few moments before looking back at the camera... and realizing that all of the animatronics have left the stage. "Holy shit!" you blurt. You'd already started to believe, but that sudden empty stage on the monitor has convinced you. "Where'd they go?!"\n\n"Well I set them to 'horny' so they're probably in the maintenance room getting ready."\n\nYou turn the dial on the camera controls several times, until it lights up with a view of a barely-lit room with some tables, visible tools, and what you think are a few suits without anything in them. You can just barely see some shadowy, inhuman forms moving around at the edges of the camera, and after a moment of feeling like you really don't want to know what they're doing, you can't help but lean forward and squint, trying to make it out.\n\n"It looks like they've got..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... sex toys?"|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[["... more animatronics?"|MikeFiesta1x2]]

You're definitely intrigued by the idea of an authentic magic shop... especially if it's full of stuff you could use to have all sorts of lewd fun with your new bouncy, beautiful sugar momma. You head out and follow the path back to Worldland, flashing your VIP pass at the entrance and being waved right through, unable to help puffing out your chest a bit in pride.\n\nYou head back to HollywoodLand, passing several of the mascots with a more keen eye... yeah, you're now sure something is up, the resemblance most of them have to their characters is way too uncanny to just be good casting. You do see Mai in the distance at one point, and she gives you a wave before turning to take a picture with a family of tourists. Resisting the urge to go say hello... you only parted about forty-five minutes ago now... you instead start looking around for what seems likely to be the shop in question. Let's see... it's not supposed to look open to the public, so it probably won't have an 'Open' sign, and probably look slightly too kitschy and with stuff in all the windows that are obviously unique and not for sale... ah, there it is! You actually have to go partway around into one of those little alleys to find the entrance, too, which you'd guess is also part of making it seem like it's just a decoration or an employees only thing, and open the door to the sound of bells tinkling.\n\nAlmost immediately a woman with long brown hair, part of it falling over one of her eyes and a rather stand-out sweep of it arcing back from the top of her head, steps out of the back part of the shop. She's wearing robes in shades of purple trimmed with gold, and... good lord, those might actually be bigger than Mai's! Even wearing a robe her chest is huge... actually it might be about equal with Mai's, but you have no idea how much her more technically conservative clothing might be downplaying them. "I'm sorry, sir, this area isn't open to the public," she says in a nervous tone, fidgeting in place. "Um, if you could go ahead and return to the park proper, please?"\n\n"It's okay, Mai sent me," you tell her, flashing her a grin. "She even said I could put stuff on her account if I wanted."\n\n"Oh! Well... I suppose that's alright, then," the woman says, smiling a bit now herself and seeming to relax. She brings a hand with fingers lightly curled up to her chest. "Allow me to introduce myself, then, my name is Wiz and I run the Worldland Apothecary and Minor Devious Item Storage. Ah, it's a bit of a long name so just 'apothecary shop' is fine."\n\n<img src="images/Wiz.png">\n\n"Nice to meet you, I'm Eric." 'Wiz? Geez, that must have been an awful name to go through school with. Ah, wait...' "So, uh, are you like Mai and the others, you're a... mascot?" you say uncertainly, still not sure if that's the right word.\n\n"I am, yes. Um, it's a bit of a long story, but there are multiple kinds of mascots here in Worldland, and some of us are people that have taken on the identity of characters from fiction. That's... probably the easiest and shortest way to explain it. ... Ah, I hope I don't get in trouble for telling you," she frets softly, fidgeting in place again. "But it sounds like Mai already explained some things, so I assumed..."\n\n"I'll keep it to myself, don't worry. Thing is, I kinda already tried a few of the things Mai has in her apartment..."\n\n"Oh, yes, she's a 'Top Level' mascot so I give her testers and things pretty often. Oh, um, basically she's one of the more popular ones?" Wiz explains at your mildly confused look. "So if her body gets too changed or out of whack they just revert her to 'standard', so at most she'd only have her body changed for a couple of days. So she doesn't have to worry about some of the experimental stuff if it gets a little... ... out there."\n\n"So you make this stuff, huh?" you ask, glancing around at the shelves of mingled potion bottles, plastic toiletry bottles, and other such strangely anachronistically mingled items. \n\n"Some of it, yes. Some of it's stuff that other people bring in after making it, or they just find it. It's sort of a... catch-all of strange things that tend to crop up around here as well as my own efforts," Wiz murmurs, glancing around at the shelves herself as she clasps her hands in front of her.\n\n"Neat. So, um..." You blush a little as you rub the back of your neck, glancing upward. "Mai said that maybe I could look for some stuff for us to... have fun with?"\n\n"Oh. Oh yes, we do offer quite a few things like that," Wiz answers, blushing a bit herself. "It's one of the main reasons the shop is here. Were you thinking of something to affect her, or you, or maybe both? Ah, and then there's the... oh, um, you should probably forget about that," she adds in a mutter, glancing aside.\n\n"Er, what?"\n\n"Ah, I got excited and was carried away, I have a lot of... w-well, 'fun' things in Minor Devious Item Storage, but those are really supposed to be held for very certain people who work at Worldland, I'm really not even supposed to mention them to other people. And they're a little, ah, well, 'aggressive' anyway, you should just stick with what we have out here in the shop," she adds firmly, giving a quick nod and pushing a sunny smile onto her face.\n\nWell. Now you're curious. Though it's not like you really <i>need</i> the weirdest and most wild stuff she's got, likely anything she suggests is going to be weirder and wilder than anything you've tried before, right? ... Right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Get something for yourself.|HLMai]]\n\n[[Get something for Mai.|HLMai]]\n\n[[Get something for the both of you.|HLMai]]\n\n[[No, you've gotta see those "devious items"!|HLMai10x4]]

Somehow, some part of you really believes her, and rather than melting her brain you elect to pull out, your cock flinging upwards as it's suddenly released from Mai's now slightly gaping pussy, flinging around a thick layer of girlcum and oil, even more dripping off as you grab it with one hand and start stroking yourself rapidly. You let out long, low groans as you start shooting long, thick streamers of cum all over her big round ass and sleek, smooth back, watching as Mai's hips and legs constantly twitch involuntarily with the intensity of her orgasm despite your pullout, her breathing shuddery and full of half-conscious pleasure, her eyes still somewhat rolled up and her lips parted in a constant moan of pleasure.\n\nAfter several more (slightly) relaxed goes, you lay half on top of Mai, your half-hard cock flopped against her crotch and thigh and your head on one of her breasts as she strokes your sweaty hair. "Whew! You've gotta be careful using that stuff, stud," Mai declares breathlessly, despite her still slightly glazed eyes and the sunny smile on her face as she stares at the ceiling, obviously still trying to calm down. "Apparently it's super effective when you use it... I've heard it is for some people, dunno why."\n\n"Mm." You nuzzle against her breast gently... best pillow ever... then frown a little thoughtfully. "Where do you even get that stuff, anyway? Like... I'm starting to get maybe you're not just some really hot girl that dresses up in a costume for work, 'cause, wow, but where the heck did you get like... magic body wash and junk?"\n\n"Hm? Oh, there's a shop in HollywoodLand that's only for park employees," Mai answers, grinning. "'Cause yeah, you're right, stuff's pretty wild around here and we get all sorts of fun weird bonuses like that. It's designed to look like just a decorative part of Anime Boulevard but it's a real shop, just go in and tell the owner that Mai sent you and said it's okay to charge stuff to her account. I mean..." She snickers as she reaches down, giving your half-hard dick a few gentle tugs. "I'm kinda amazed how well this stuff works on you, but also pretty turned-on. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to get adventurous and play around with some more of it."\n\nEventually the two of you reheat the food she brought and have dinner, then a few more fucks before calling it a night. Before the two of you drift off to sleep, Mai makes it clear that you're free to extend your stay with her indefinitely... which you're pretty good with, you're sure by this point.\n\nThe next morning she wakes you up with a much slower and more deliberate blowjob before the two of you have breakfast, and then she hurries off to work... after having you apply a layer of the Oil of Allure to her tits for her. (Hm, yeah, they definitely get more attention-grabbing, but it's obviously nowhere as intense as the effect it had on you.)\n\nYou examine the other bags she left for you and find that she bought you a lot of fairly normal clothes like the ones you were wearing, although the shirts are all some mixture of white and red like her own outfit. (Subtly claiming you back? Kinda cute.) You get dressed and notice that the jeans definitely have a far more pronounced bulge than they used to, but oh well, it's not particularly uncomfortable so it's fine. You check yourself in the mirror and think you probably look a bit better than you did, what with the extra muscle.\n\nAlright, so! What to do today? You could go check out that shop Mai mentioned... she handed you a wallet before she left, which has a rather impressive amount of money, several charge cards, and a never-expires WorldLand VIP pass in it. (Man, being a kept boy is turning out to be awesome.) Or you could try out the Oil of Allure on some other people, see if it works as well as it did on Mai~! Hm... or you could just laze around and wait for her to come home again...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the shop.|HLMai10x3]]\n\n[[Experiment with the oil.|HLMai11x1]]\n\n[[Just hang out.|HLMai]]

Your name is Layla, and at fifteen you are one of the top three bitches in high school. You've got lightly tanned skin and perfect wavy blonde hair straight out of a bottle and an expensive trip to the stylist. You dress expensively and in the latest fashion, and you do your best to destroy the life of anyone who doesn't, because that's the way you think the world should work. Despite only being a freshman, you've left a trail of shattered lesser students and challengers in your wake, yourself and your little posse of like-minded individuals absolutely ruthless in your quest for greater popularity. Sure, you call them your friends, but you'd probably nudge any one of them in front of a train if it meant more people heaping adoration and fear on you.\n\nUnfortunately for you, right in the midst of the school year, you're about to face a serious upheaval to the status quo. You're going to have to struggle to hold onto your catty little empire, rebuild it from scratch, or just hold onto yourself in the face of this new dynamic.\n\n<b>[[Moving|MeanSchoolStart]]</b>: Your parents, completely and totally disregarding the fact that you've got a power base, er, friends and school here, have decided to move just because your dad wants to keep his stupid job. You're going to have to figure out how to get back on your feet somewhere entirely different.\n\n<b>[[Sent to the Farm|MeanFarmStart]]</b>: Despite having spoiled you rotten your entire life, your parents have learned of some of your latest shenanigans and decided enough is enough. They're sending you off to a working farm to see if some manual labor and firmer hands than theirs can sort you out.\n\n<b>[[New Girl|MeanNewGirl]]</b>: A new girl has arrived in school, and has the audacity to not be cowed by your reputation or try to get in good with you. You'll have to squash this upstart, because somehow you get the feeling that if you don't, she might squash you first.\n\n<b>[[Love|MeanLoveStart]]</b>: What happens when one of the cruelest bitches in school falls head over heels for somebody? Will true love redeem, will her spiteful nature destroy the one thing she actually cares about, or will she wind up getting a taste of her own medicine?

You are a fifteen-year-old runaway boy named Eric. You're a bit on the skinny side, not much muscle but not much fat either. You're light-skinned and have scruffy dark hair that tends to hang into your face. You're wearing a black t-shirt over a white long-sleeved shirt, slightly ragged blue jeans, and beaten-up black sneakers.\n\nYou've made the decision to strike out on your own rather than staying in a home you couldn't stand for one day longer. Between some money of your own you saved up and some you stole before heading out, you've got enough to manage for awhile. You've made it through the first few days of just getting some distance between yourself and your former home, and now it's time to make a decision about where you're going to go. You have a few options in mind, and you ponder which one to take.\n\n<b>[[Worldland|WorldlandStart]]</b>: A sprawling amusement park, relatively new but already famous for its general awesomeness. Sure it's probably not the best use of your money and it's not exactly a plan for the future, but you were never allowed to go anywhere nearly as fun before. Why the hell not? You need the pick-me-up!\n\n<b>[[The Circus|CircusStart]]</b>: A trifle cliche, but it must be cliche for a reason, right? A circus passed through your town recently, you can probably catch up with them and see if they need any help. Three hots and a cot, travel, and a fun environment, you figure.\n\n<b>[[The Country|CountryStart]]</b>: You can head away from your suburban area and towards the more rural landscape. Maybe you can find work on a farm, or live off the land! You're not entirely sure how to do either of those things, but hey, first time for everything.\n\n<b>[[The City|CityStart]]</b>: Or you can go the opposite direction, head towards a nearby large city. There's likely to be others just like you there, too, so at least you wouldn't be alone. And plenty of opportunities for more normal work, right?\n\n<b>[[Wander|WanderStart]]</b>: It's hard to make a decision just now. You could always just keep heading down the road, and see what happens.

"I... I just can't!" you blurt, shaking your head. "S-sorry, Katrina, but let's come up with another way!"\n\nHer expression cools, and her voice is practically like icewater when she speaks. "Another broken promise. It seems the men of your family are good at that, da?" She shows no pity in her eyes as you wince and sink low in the seat, but instead turns to start the car. "Fine. It was too much to ask, apparently. I will take you home, and do this myself. As I apparently must."\n\nYou want to protest that you just wish she'd find another way, but you don't think anything's going to get through that anger. You're sure that normally Katrina would never have made such demands on you or snapped at you... but her life is falling apart around her right now, and you're not helping her put it back together the way she wants to. You guess you're the bad guy, here...\n\n... you wonder if you're done with that role?\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|QOBro5axEnd]]

"You're gonna call up all your friends, right now, and tell them to come back here and submit to punishment," you tell him, giving him a light shake as you do.\n\n"I-I can't!" he splutters, and you think he gets a little more pale under the makeup. "They'd... I mean... I can't!"\n\n"You better, or-"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll show the cops the video.|BuddyPunks5x2]]\n\n[[You'll have some friends track them down anyway.|BuddyPunks]]

"You're heading to the city, I take it?" You wait for him to nod a bit numbly, before continuing, "Then you will please give me a ride there." This time you don't wait for the nod before making your way around to the cart, your bare breasts bouncing and swaying as you gracefully swing yourself up and make your way to sit down beside the slack-jawed teenage boy and across from his equally stunned sister.\n\n"Ah, yes, of course, m'lady, as y'say," he answers after a moment, before flicking the reins again and sending the horses on their way.\n\n"What <i>are</i> you?" the boy whispers, before yelping as his sister kicks his shin.\n\n"It is a reasonable question, if not socially adept," you tell the sister evenly, before looking at the boy. "I am an Iridescent Half Dragon. I am descended from multiple sorts of half dragon. The part of me that is not draconic is of elven lineage."\n\n"O-oh."\n\n"Um... are there a lot of you?" the girl asks, since questions apparently don't bother you.\n\n"I should not think so, no," you answer. No GM in their right mind would allow anyone to play such a race in the first place, whatever was responsible for you winding up as one in this world must have had their own unique reason for doing so, even if it was merely a sense of humor.\n\n"Ah... m'lady, would you perhaps like something to wear?" the mother asks, glancing over her shoulder worriedly.\n\n"I would not, thank you," you answer immediately. Even if they have any spare clothing, you sincerely doubt it would be of any better quality than what they have on. You can acquire something fitting to wear when you arrive in the city, suited to whatever life path you decide on. After a moment you add, "I do not mind any of you looking at my body, please feel free. You shouldn't worry about your children looking either, they both seem to be both well into puberty and quite well-behaved, thus capable of enjoying such sights."\n\n"O-oh. Well... alright," she answers, still sounding uncertain, but apparently convinced enough to drop it as she turns forward again.\n\n"If you would be so kind, sir, could you tell me what city it is we are going to, and when we will arrive?" you add in a coolly polite tone, directed at the father. You'd ask the boy or his sister, but both are busy staring at your body, for an assortment of reasons you would assume.\n\n"Ah, city's named Vinberg," he answers. "We'll get there sometime late tomorrow morning, after we stop for the night."\n\n"I see. That is acceptable, thank you."\n\nHours roll by, with them eventually introducing themselves as Klaus (the father), Marie (the mother), Kara (the daughter), and Wil (the son). Deciding to distance yourself somewhat from your prior self, you introduce yourself as Iri... perhaps a bit obvious, but apt (and admittedly more descriptive than 'Cyan', at this point). Their conversation continues to be a bit stilted throughout the day, though they do relax eventually... it's obvious they simply don't know quite what to say. Once the sky begins to darken, they pull into what's obviously a fairly well-used roadside campsite and secure the wagon, building a fire and beginning to make a dinner of simple stew.\n\nAs you eat they try to entertain you with stories from their hometown and talk of what Vinberg is like, but you mostly find the tales rather boring and of little practical use, so you simply listen with a neutral expression without dissuading them. You are, however, losing even that small amount of interest quickly, so perhaps it's time to find something else to do. The most obvious and most polite thing would be to simply excuse yourself and then go to sleep. You glance at the offspring thoughtfully though... both look fifteen or so, perhaps sixteen, obviously sexually mature, you could entertain yourself for a few hours with one of them. Or you could involve the whole family, you've little doubt your ability to be seductive could do so.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to sleep.|IriDra]]\n\n[[Seduce Wil.|IriDra]]\n\n[[Seduce Kara.|IriDra]]\n\n[[Seduce the family.|IriDra]]

"W-what?!" he squeaks.\n\n"Didn't notice the cameras, huh?" You pull out your cellphone and tap a few times, then turn the screen to show him a four-panel video feed with him and the others on it. "Call them and tell them that I have this already queued up and ready to be sent to the cops in the morning, and if they want me to cancel it they better get over here and be ready to make it up to me."\n\nHe winces, but nods meekly, and after another moment you release his arm to allow him to step away and pull out his cellphone. He begins to make a series of calls... really only one or two, everyone must still be clumped together. You can tell from his further winces and the angrish coming through the speaker that his friends must not be terribly happy with him... funny, without him getting caught they'd have just gotten their faces sent to the cops directly, they ought to be thanking him, you think a bit smugly.\n\nBut eventually, in clumps of twos and threes, teenage boys start showing up on your doorstep and knocking petulantly at the door. Their walk back over seems to have given them time to calm down from their anger, and most just seem sulky, petulant, or downright afraid by the time you have all ten (including the 'vampire') clustered in your living room. Some of them are wearing similarly 'light' costumes like his, just bits of zombie face paint or face shadows or Crow makeup, others just seem to be wearing normal street clothes that are trying (but not very hard) to be "thug" style.\n\n"Alright, guys, let's start off with me explaining something, very clearly," you declare as they stand in a cluster in front of you, most with gazes downcast. "I have all your faces on the video, either from earlier or just now when you came up to the porch to compare against your clothes and builds in the other video." Some of them wince at that, since the two together is basically ironclad proof, and they've actually handed it to you themselves. "And I have friends in the police department and the DA's office... if I want to, I can take the charges from 'vandalism' to 'destruction of property and assault' really easily. That means either juvie or actual jail, depending on how lenient the DA is feeling even after he hears from anyone <i>else</i> you may have egged or TP'd tonight."\n\nNow pretty much all of them have gone rather pale, and are staring at you with wide eyes. Looks like you've got them. So you continue, "So, here's the deal..."\n\n<hr>\n[["I now own you."|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[["Strip."|BuddyPunks]]

Human civilization seems the wiser course of action, and more direct as well, since you saw an obviously well-traveled dirt road nearby. You set off through the woods, effortlessly using tracking methods that come almost without thought to make your way right to the road with its light wagon ruts.\n\nYou were fairly certain you also saw someone on the road, and at a few light sniffs, you pick out four scents. Adult female, adult male, adolescent female, adolescent male, all human, and likely a family by the amount of intermingled scents. A strong hay scent as well as wood and the sound of rhythmic creaking... a wagon full of bales of high-quality hay, likely bound for a stable in the city. Only a few weapons by the metal smell, and not heavily maintained, so likely just belt knives, nothing in the way of a threat. Perfect for your needs. \n\nBy the smell and sounds and the light tremors in the ground, you have approximately forty-six seconds before they round the bend and will be able to see you. Which does give you time to consider a new thought, that being, whether you should present yourself as you are, or perhaps change your shape. Your natural impressiveness, while glorious, could shock or even potentially frighten common farmers. You could assume the appearance of another humanoid race they would be unlikely to consider suspicious... or even some form of harmless animal that they would take with them without much thought.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be yourself.|IriDra1x4]]\n\n[[Become a human.|IriDra]]\n\n[[Become an elf.|IriDra]]\n\n[[Become a dog.|IriDra]]

Hm. If such a book turned out to be a destabilizing influence on the world you find yourself in, that could prove problematic for you at some point in the future. Best to just leave it here, and perhaps you'll be able to find your way back to it later if you truly need it.\n\nYou flip Savage Species open to the section on half dragons, taking particular care to focus on the sections about Iridescent Half Dragons so that they're committed to memory. Then you do a quick flip through of the rest of the book, enough to have a decent recall of everything in it, then use your unique Cloud Shaping cantrip to create a small podium in the center of the room to set the book on. Without another moment's hesitation you turn and make your way out through the door. The sky is blue and clear above, and the air would be thin enough to dissuade anyone without a sizeable CON score, but you have no problems as you make your way to the edge of the cloud and glance down.\n\nAt a thought, you form a pair of gleaming draconic wings, your back stretching painlessly and then stretching out into the gleaming silver-soapbubble lengths that catch the wind as you gracefully lean forward and drop down, curling through the air. You describe slow, long loops down, taking in the lay of the land... mostly wide, open, undeveloped greenery and plains directly below you, though far in the distance at various points you espy some sort of city, as well as several habitats you believe would be statistically likely to contain dragons.\n\nAlighting in a forest clearing, you reabsorb your wings and yet again consider. You have two logical choices available to you... you can make your way to human civilization ("human", in this context, being a general term for sentient humanoid races that prefer to form civilizations and cultures), or you can seek out some of your draconic "kin". Both options have their appeal... obviously the humans would be able to guide you on a much wider variety of class options, and obviously be rather easier for you to exert influence over at much less risk to yourself. On the other hand, a dragon, while a riskier proposition on many levels, if convinced you would make a fitting disciple, would likely be much freer with rare treasure and knowledge.\n\n<hr>\n[[Seek out humans.|IriDra1x3]]\n\n[[Seek out dragons.|IriDra]]

After a proper moment of pondering with your vast intellect, you determine that it would be deeply boring staying in your little cloud-room, and it hardly makes sense to be bored when given an opportunity like this. Since you see no point in wasting time, you turn and make your way to the doorway.\n\nYou pause when one of your breasts bumps against the corner of the book. Ah yes, the Savage Species manual. The question is whether you should take it or leave it. You won't learn at-will item creation for several character levels, so you have no clothing or a bag to put it in. While you could have an Unseen Servant or Floating Disk carry it, any of those options still involve the chance for it to get knocked about, damaged, or lost... the latter being the worse option, as you're not sure what sort of disruption it could cause to this world, considering.\n\nOn the other hand, you never know when such a thing might be useful. While a quick Detect Magic does not show any lingering enchantment, it might be an important item, or display some sort of utility later on, validating the risk of taking it with you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take it.|IriDra]]\n\n[[Leave it.|IriDra1x2]]

"Oh? Would you spare yourself from such a fate?" You can see Rei hesitate as she realizes she's put herself in a position to have to beg you for mercy, and you shrug expansively. "Well, obviously, if you're not willing to offer something in return to spare yourself from the fate of becoming a male donkey, as witless and mindless as any other beast of burden, I'll simply begin your transformation and-" You raise your hands slowly, fingers poised to snap.\n\n"NO!" Rei blurts, trembling all over, her eyes wide. "... Please, just... tell me what you want me to do," she whimpers, closing her eyes and slumping her head after a moment. "Don't turn me into a donkey." \n\n"Very well then." You snap your fingers again, smirking as it makes her wince and twitch, but instead the donkey immediately starts trotting back inside Rei's apartment, with you following and Rei forced to float along behind. You give a few flicks of your fingers to pull the door back into position and mend it from its shattered state, then form a seal over it to insure privacy. Then you reach out to touch a claw to her skin, about halfway between her bellybutton and her cleft, the Senshi gasping loudly and arching as energy blazes, etching a glowing pink sigil into her skin.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/7oo9Ur0.png>\n\n"What are you doing?!" she splutters, then yelps as you abruptly release her bonds, allowing her to drop to the floor to land (only barely with any grace) on all fours.\n\n"You are now marked. So don't go getting any ideas about fighting back or running away now that I've released you... with that on you, I only need a thought to begin any change that I want, no matter where you are or what you're doing," you explain as she sits up and stares between her breasts down at the glowing mark, fingertips gingerly probing the edges of it. "But if you do as I say, I will let you go free."\n\n"I won't... I won't betray the others," Sailor Mars asserts, trying to firm her jaw and mostly winding up pouting.\n\n"Oh no no, I'm not going to have you do anything like that. In fact, what I want you to do is quite simple." Your muzzle curls in a wide, toothy smile. "You're going to put on a 'donkey show'."\n\n"W-what?!" she squeaks, eyes going wide again. \n\n"We do have the donkey, after all," you explain breezily, waving a hand towards her former neighbor, the beast standing there placidly with its long, thick black cock now drooping down in a low arc. "So, I believe you begin by climbing under there and sucking his cock. Unless you've decided you'd rather...?" You start to raise your hand meaningfully again.\n\n"NO!" Rei winces at the vehemence of her own denial, then murmurs, "I'll... I'll do it." She leans forward onto her hands again and crawls towards the donkey, her tits shaking beneath her and ass wagging a bit in the air with her motions. She scoots under the low-slung equine's body, slowly reaching out towards that half-limp cock, only to jerk when you call out for her to wait.\n\nSmirking, you snap your fingers again, several jackalmen (leaner and shorter than yourself, obviously) appearing. All three are naked, their long ink black pricks jutting forward in the air, and all three are holding video camera viewfinders to one eye. You wait for them to move into position, enjoying the sight of Rei wilting a little in humiliation, before giving a few flicks of your fingers towards her. "Continue."\n\nNow under the watchful eye of the cameras, Rei reaches out, tentatively touching the donkey's limp equine prick. The beast snorts, then gives a short bray as she starts stroking, its length quickly twitching and stiffening again. She swallows as it comes further and further towards her, then seems to realize that she has no other choice than to get to work. She leans forward, eyes closing as she gives a tiny lick at the tip, then slowly, obviously regretfully, starts swirling her tongue around the blunt head while stroking along some of the length with her other hand. As if to constantly remind her that she's attending to an animal, the human woman turned beast gives bestial moans and occasional short brays as she reluctantly attends to its cock. Though you can see her strokes along its shaft gradually starting to get a little longer and more eager, and her tongue moving in wider, less hesitant strokes.\n\nSmirking, you manifest a (modest) throne for yourself and settle into place, flipping your loincloth aside and stroking your own stiff prick. As you thought... magical girls, being the sluttiest creatures known to mortal-kind, are utterly incapable of not getting off on anything sexual, even moreso if they're forced into it. One of your jackal cameramen moves to get a better, closer view of her round ass with its revealed pucker and her bare slit as it steadily moistens, the hand not holding his camera stroking his own stiff prick. "That's right, get it into your mouth, slut," you coo, hearing Rei's faint humiliated moans as she presses her lips over the flared head until it pops into her mouth. "You can't stop until those fat donkey balls are on your chin."\n\nWhether following your demands or starting to get into it for her own sake, Rei begins rocking back and forth on her hands and knees to work her mouth along that cock, pressing herself further onto it, hands and knees scooting forward marginally. Her gagging and quagging as it presses against her throat and starts to bulge it on entrance is mostly covered by the donkey that was once her neighbor braying and thunking its hooves against the floor... then starting to thrust. Rei's muffled 'MMF!' of protest is really all she can do as the donkey begins thrusting its hips, forcing inch after inch past her lips and down her throat with every thrust. Probably rather sooner than she'd intended, those fat donkey balls really are slapping against her chin as the beast facefucks her... and still she rocks forward to meet its thrusts, her eyes rolled up in her head and spit flecking against her chin and spattering across the beast's sack as it pumps into her, all of it from her bulging throat to her swaying tits to her sodden pussy caught on tape by your loyal minions.\n\nFinally the donkey brays long and loud as it thrusts forward, its sheath pressed up against Rei's lips as it cums directly into her belly. The Senshi shudders and twitches, obviously cumming as well. After several long minutes the donkey goes quiet, taking several slow steps back, its glistening black dick sliding gradually out of Rei's mouth, until she leans back as well, her lips stretching some with the head before it drops free with a slight wash of cum that runs down her chin and dribbles onto her tits as she sits up, coughing and gurgling. "Is... is that enough?" she asks in a thick dick-sucking voice, throat obviously not only stretched by the animal prick that just fucked it, but smeared thoroughly with its cum.\n\n"Not yet," you declare, amused by her furious glance over that turns to embarrassed lust at the sight of your cock. "First, you're going to have to get on all fours, get back under the beast, and let it fuck you in the-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-cunt."|HLSenshi]]\n\n[["-ass."|HLSenshi20x3]]

"W-what?" Rei squeaks, squirming where she's sat back on her heels. "But... but it's so big...!"\n\n"You're a magical girl, you know full well you can take it. Unless-"\n\nEven as you say the word in a significant tone, she's scrambling back onto all fours and turning around, backing herself up under the beast's forelegs. She reaches back and grips hold of the tip of its partially softened cock, giving her neighbor-turned-donkey's cock a few strokes and tugs until it starts stiffening up again. Biting her lower lip, she brings it up and presses the head of the spit- and cum-lubed equine prick to her pucker, unable to help yelping and giving a little hop forward when the donkey presses forward a little almost immediately. But with another glance of mingled fear and lust at both you and the circled camerajackals, she takes a deep breath and pushes herself back, whimpering as the flared head spreads her pucker wider and wider. Then she gives a loud gasp as it pops inside, along with at least an inch and a half of the donkey's shaft. This time she begins rocking back and the donkey begins thrusting forward almost at the same time, the Senshi's flushed and gradually more wanton face caught forever on camera as she fucks herself back against the beast grunting and braying above her.\n\n"Nnnnnh it's so fuckin' big so fuckin' big such a big fucking donkey dick in my ass fuck a donkey is fucking me fuck fuck my ass fuck I'm donkey assfucked fuck!" the once overly-proud and refined Sailor Senshi gibbers as she works herself back against the bestial prick pumping deeper and deeper into her hole, her pucker now stretched wide around its black girth. With her steadily abandoning all sense of shame and restraint, it's not long before she's taken it in her ass all the way to the sheath, those heafy equine balls slapping against her dripping cunt and coming away dripping after not many thrusts. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck my ass, donkey fuck my ass, fuuuuck!"\n\nSmirking, you snap your fingers. At first Rei doesn't even notice the changes as they start to take place, too focused on the pleasure of being raped in the ass by a beast of burden. She doesn't notice as her ears start to lengthen and grow hairy, nor as her pussy gradually smooths out and seals up, leaving the donkey's sack to slap against soft, pale, whole skin. Even, at first, she misses it as her crotch begins to bulge beneath the Anubis Slut mark, draping downward in one place and starting to jut forward in another. It's not until the donkey's balls are beginning to slap against her own new pair and the hairy sheath starts to form around the base of her new prick that she seems to realize she's changing. "W-what's h-awwwww-ppening?!" she cries amidst her moans, whimpering as her growing cock thickens and grows a medial ring, starting to turn deep black, it's head flaring as it gets closer and closer to the undersides of her jiggling tits. "Noooo! You said you wouldn't change mee-hawwww!" she cries as her new donkey ears brush the chest of the beast above her, her almost completed donkey dick leaving a few smears of pre on the lower curves of her breasts.\n\n<hr>\n[["I lied."|HLSenshi]]\n\n[["It's just a small change."|HLSenshi20x4]]

"DON'T!" you blurt, leaping forward.\n\nLauriel immediately swings around and thrusts one of her hands at you. You howl as the collar feels like it instantly heats to nearly the melting point, making your neck and throat feel like they're on fire as you collapse to the ground, your body contorting and resuming its earlier more demonic look. You quickly bring a hand up and yank at the collar with all your strength, the metal snapping to pieces and clattering to the floor. You instantly flip through the air, muscles growing leaner and more athletic to facilitate the move, your balance helped by the spade-tipped tail that lashes behind you as you land in the desk on a crouch on the balls of your feet, balancing with one hand extended.\n\n"So, you touched my figurines," Lauriel says coolly from where she's standing across from you. One hand is holding the stone she was carving, the other is extended towards you, a roiling ball of azure energy hovering a short distance from her palm. You narrow her eyes, feeling a strange flooding sensation in them as your view of Lauriel becomes better, the colors sharper, while bringing your own hand up. Channeling the rage and hate you feel through your arm and down, your hand is soon wreathed in a corona of purple flame, your nails sharpening to long, gleaming black claws as the flames play over them, the nails of your other hand digging into the wood as they do the same. "And now you've decided to rise up against me, that's a shame."\n\n"You fucked with my mind, you're using my friends without my permission, and you wanted to make my own parents forget me," you snarl, your bared teeth growing sharper. \n\n"And you sold your soul. Look at you, all the anger and hatred you're channeling right now, you're on the verge of losing it already," she answers with a derisive snort. Her eyes flick down just briefly as you can feel your tits hanging a bit more heavily off your chest, but for the most part she keeps focused on your face. "And you've gained nothing."\n\n"Funny, feel like I've gained the power to take you apart," you growl back, your tail lashing a little more eagerly.\n\n"Please, I could defeat you handily with this one shot," the elf scoffs, before holding up the runestone. "Besides, I still have this. You so much as look like you're going to step off that desk, I'll activate it and you <i>will</i> be forgotten. I can put the tiniest bit of extra concentration and magic into it to make it so that it's not just family and teachers, but everyone. Your friends, everyone that ever passed you in school, all the records and pictures of you. Layla Mercer will effectively never have existed in this world... you'll just be some low-level, powerless demon. And then you'll be dead. Unless you put the hellfire away and sit down like a good beast."\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Submit.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Call her bluff.|MeanLove5x2]]

Yeees, something ridiculous, seen as having no dignity and being something foolish and... assinine... the world over! Smirking, you give your fingers a flick, lifting her up to float in midair, then bringing her busty friend up and around to float nearby, where both can easily see the other. The neighbor... Mai, was it?... yelps and glowers at you as you step forward and rip off both her small shirt and tiny shorts, baring her smooth-shaven pussy and those really quite impressive tits. "What do you think you're doing, you jackass?!" she snaps at you.\n\n"My, what a fortuitous choice of words," you reply an in amused tone.\n\nMai scrunches up her nose, before growling, "What's that supposed to mea-HAW!" Her head jerks back, a shocked look on her face, Rei's eyes going wide as well. "H-hey... hey what did you do to me-HAAAAAW!" she blurts, the long bray accompanied by a jerk forward of her head and flutter of her lips. "This isn't fun-HAWWW! Stop i-HAAAW!" She starts struggling against her bonds... then gasps and thrusts her hips forward as her crotch begins to bulge outward, part of it starting to form a long, thick shaft. \n\n"S-stop it! Whatever you're doing to her, let her go and just take me!" the Senshi pleads.\n\n"Oh, I'm afraid it's too late for that, her transformation is already begun," you reply in a mock-regretful tone, before smirking as Mai's new cock starts wagging in the air as the flesh darkens, a ring near the middle starting to bulge out even as it gets longer and longer, the head flat and flaring out. \n\n"Nnnh, oh Ghawwww! It's so... hard, hee-hawwwww!" Mai blurts, still squirming and struggling, her tits shaking energetically and her cock wobbling back and forth as well as a furry sheath forms around the base of it. Her balls finish forming and drop heavily, each one almost the size of a softball, her sack and sheath quickly growing a layer of grey-brown hide. "F-fuck! Fuck! Bhawwwls are so full, heeee-hawww!" Mai tosses her head, her ears flopping a little bit as well as they begin to lengthen and take on their own layer of fur, the very tips darkening to black. "C-can't... haawwwwving trouble thinking... hee-haw!" The last bray is almost whimpered as her truly massive donkey dick finishes its growth, jutting out in front of her, beads of clear pre forming at the tip and dribbling down the wide, wrinkled head.\n\nSmirking, you snap your fingers again, the bonds around Mai disappearing and letting her drop to her feet on the floor, tits, cock, and balls bouncing with the motion. As the horrified Rei looks on, rather than running, attacking, or even protesting, Mai instantly grabs her equine pecker in both hands and begins jerking it excitedly, her eyes rolling and tits jiggling animatedly as she furiously pumps her long black prick.\n\n"Nnnnnh, feels sooooo goooood! Hee-hawww!" Mai brays, her eyes rolling up in her head and lips curling up in an idiotic smile, even as her face begins to push outward. "Hee-hawww! Hee-haw hee-hawwwww!" Clearly not even trying to speak anymore, as if enjoying the animal cries spilling from her lips, Mai gives in completely, continuing to pump her inhuman cock even as more donkey hide runs up her thinning legs and over her ass, luscious curves reshaping into muscular flanks as a tail pushes out from above them. "Heeeeee-hawwwww, hee-haw hee-haw hee-hawwwww!" the quickly changing woman continues to bray, the sound rapidly losing any hint of human voice as her neck begins to thicken and elongate, bristly black hair sprouting from the back of it as her own auburn locks retract, turning stiff and black as well as they settle between where her long ears have now risen towards the top of her head. "Hee-haw hee-haw, hee-haaaaaaw!" she bellows, the donkey fur now sliding down her arms and over her rapidly shrinking tits, until the reshaping of her back drops her forward. Her hands change to hooves even as they're dropping towards the ground, hitting the floor with a loud <i>clop</i>. "HAWWWWWWWW!" the donkey brays, the last flickers of human intelligence leaving its eyes as its cock shudders and spurts long splatters of equine jizz between its forelegs and all over the carpet.\n\nRei trembles in her floating bonds, staring at the donkey that used to be her neighbor as its huge black cock droops slightly, the beast turning its head back and forth, clearly with no more thought in its head than any other beast of burden. The only way to even tell that it was once a woman named Mai is the color of its eyes and that her hairband is still bound around part of its mohawk-like mane. "Are... are you going to do that to me?" she whimpers, a tear sliding down her cheek.\n\n<hr>\n[[Of course!|HLSenshi26x1]]\n\n[[Perhaps not...|HLSenshi20x2]]

"That 'Mister Mindbender' one sounds interesting," you say thoughtfully. "That's a supervillain type costume, you said?"\n\n"Indeed! I'm actually quite proud of that one, it's one of my favorites. You may want to accessorize the bodysuit with some pants of your own choosing, though... the bodysuit is designed to be quite form-fitting, and it's up to the wearer whether they want to go 'classic' hero and wear some sort of briefs over it, or something a bit more utilitarian."\n\n"Sounds good, I'll take it."\n\n"I think you're going to really enjoy this one, sir," the albino shopkeeper says with a grin as he boxes the suit up for you.\n\nOnce you get home, you're distracted by a sudden flurry of phone calls and text messages as people attempt to coordinate how they'll be arriving at and participating in the party. You get everyone connected with everyone else that make sense, and acknowledge Gene and Kim (your hosts) when they ask you to come over early and help finish up some of the prep. With all that going on, you don't really get to sit down and take a look at the costume until you're getting read to put it on early in the afternoon the next day. Holding it up, it looks a lot like a plain white speed suit, albeit with the glossy finish of rubber despite its thinness. Frowning and wondering if you've been ripped off, you nevertheless strip down and start pulling it on... not like you have many other options at this point.\n\nYou're surprised at how easy the suit goes on... it's almost like it really is made of spandex, though the slight squeaking and squinching of the material makes it clear that it isn't. You notice that as you get it on and it fits up against the contours of your body, little swirls and eddies of color start moving across the shiny white surface. Huh! Well, that's much better than you thought it was. Once you get it up over your shoulders, you notice that the whole-head hood is actually featureless... no holes for the nose or eyes. Dubiously, you pull it up and over your head, being ready to yank it off immediately if you can't breathe. Instead you find that you can see and breathe perfectly... in fact, other than a slight pressure all around your face and head, it's like you're not even wearing it!\n\nZipping yourself up in back, you walk to the mirror to examine yourself. Your first thought is that the effect of all those colors sliding randomly and making little designs and swirls on the shiny white surface really is impressive, you can't even begin to imagine how it was made to do that. Your second is that the shopkeeper wasn't kidding about it being form-fitting... while it's rendered your body definition into general lines like, well, like a drawn figure's, it's even fitted itself up against your cock and balls. Their shape is sort of generalized too... a long, smooth white shaft with the bell shape of the head at the end, and an almost spherical sack below. (And yes, color is swirling over those too.)\n\nAfter a few moments' thought, you decide not to go quite "classic", and instead dig out a pair of black military-style utility pants and a pair of boots. The flat black in contrast against the shiny white and almost glowing colors kind of works. Pulling your coat on, you head over to Gene and Kim's. It's a decently-sized house, with a more-than-decently-sized yard... slightly better for spring and summer parties, but it's not quite cold enough to stop people from taking advantage of all the space (or the hot tub).\n\n"Hey, whoa, is that you, Bud?" Gene asks as he opens the door. He's a big guy, well-muscled, long dark hair and a goatee. Apparently he's gone "low key" with his own costume, since from the waist down he's dressed almost identically to you, while up top he's wearing a Punisher logo t-shirt.\n\n"How can you see in that thing?" his wife Kim asks, eyes wide. A pretty, green-eyed redhead with a runner's body, she's taken advantage of her build (and her first name) for her costume, wearing a black belly-tee and a pair of low-slung dark green khaki pants, an old blackberry painted bright blue clipped visibly to her belt.\n\n"Surprisingly well," you answer cheerfully. You step inside and turn to the coatrack, unbuttoning yours and shrugging out of it before hanging it up. "Seriously, it's like I'm not wearing anything up there, and the whole thing's pretty comfy. I don't know how-"\n\nYou turn around to find both of them staring at you blankly, their eyes having gone slightly glassy, their expressions neutral. Blinking, you wave a hand. "Uh, guys? Hey, guys? Say something."\n\n"Something," they both say in perfect unison, their voices monotone.\n\nYou stare at them for a moment, then look down at yourself. Your bare chest is showing those constantly moving and changing patterns of color. Could it be that the 'Mister Mindbender' costume can <i>actually</i> hypnotize people...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Test this out.|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to snap them out of it.|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]

"Oh, it's just a little bit of a change, a small gift, really," you answer her breezily as you continue to stroke your own cock, your jackalman minions snickering softly as well as they continue to catch every wobble of her tits and sway of that fat donkey dick below her, as well as the thrusting of the one driving into her ass. \n\n"Nooo, I don't want a donkheeee-hawwwww dick!" she protests, even as she shudders, eyes rolling some. "Donkhee-hawww dick, dick dick feeee-hawwwwwls so goooood! Soooo gooood-hawwwwww!" she blurts as she resumes her frantic rocking back against the beast fucking her, making its balls slap against hers even more firmly. "No, no, fuck, no, yessss, hee-hawwww! Hee-haw hee-hawwww!" she brays, her lips curling up in a brainless smile as she's fucked, her cock twitching and starting to fire long ropes of cum all over her tits and the floor. The donkey above her continues to bray and grunt as it pounds her ass, Rei giving her somewhat more human "Hee-hawwwww!" cries of pleasure as she keeps rocking back against its thrusts, every few pumps urging out a few more spurts of cum from her prick. Eventually the donkey gives a longer, louder bray and shoves forward, Rei's belly gradually bulging up as her ass is pumped full of its load, her face a mask of idiot pleasure as she half-giggles half-moans, her own donkey cock spattering more jizz all over herself and the puddle on the floor.\n\nIt's only after the donkey has stepped back, it's softening cock sliding out of her ass with a splash of cum and drooping beneath it, that she apparently collects her wits enough to remember what happened. Blinking the haze of lust out of her eyes, she whimpers as she sits back on her heels, seemingly unable to help bringing both hands to her new thick pole and stroking it a bit as cum dribbles out of her thoroughly-fucked ass and across her ankles and soles. "You... said you wouldn't-"\n\n"Change you into a donkey, and I haven't. I made no promises about not giving you a few donkey bits in the process." At her whimper, you let out a bark of laughter, the other jackalmen similarly snorting and guffawing. "I still won't turn you into a donkey, girl, but you've one more task before I'll let you go free. Don't you think it's about time you returned the favor?"\n\nRei stares at you, then turns her head to stare at the donkey. "You... you mean...?"\n\n"What's the matter? I'm sure you rubbed your pussy on your neighbor's plenty of times... do you mean to say you won't fuck her simply because of a... lifestyle change?" you add with a sneer.\n\nShooting you a glare, Rei nevertheless sighs and rises to her feet, cum-smeared legs gleaming in the light as she makes her way behind the donkey. She stares down at its thick black pucker, and the heavy balls hanging below it, then swallows, starting to stroke her own turgid equine prick.\n\n"Ah-ah-ah," you interrupt with a wag of one finger, making her jump a little. "That's the guest of honor at this little donkey show. It deserves better than you just thrusting in. Put your tongue to work first."\n\nShe flushes in anger and humiliation, but at feeling a twitch of her donkey ears you watch the defiance bleed out of her. Instead she bends forward, her cum-dripping tits hanging down, one hand resting on the donkey's flank as her other continues to stroke her own equine cock, keeping it ready. She shudders a little as she leans her face in, her tonguework once more tentative as she flicks it over the wide ring of the beast's asshole. But the moment she tries a little rolling motion of her tongue, that magical girl sluttiness starts taking over. Soon she's moaning as she kisses that thick black doughnut, leaving smears of red lipstick on it to match the ones on its dangling cock, one of the jackalmen having moved in for a nice closeup view of her tongue plunging into the animal's ass over and over again without shame as it grunts and flicks its tail across her long donkey ears.\n\nBefore long, and without prompting, she straightens up and moves in, pressing the flared head of her own equine shaft to the donkey's asshole. Then she starts pushing forward, the donkey braying and the Senshi letting out a long "Hee-hawwwww!" as her cock slides inside the beast's butthole. "Ffffuck it fee-hawwwwls way too goooood, hee-hawwww!" Rei cries, tossing her head as she pushes more and more of her inhuman prick into the animal. Grabbing the donkey that was once her neighbor's flanks, she begins thrusting into it, her fat donkey balls slapping against its nearly identical ones, her eyes rolling and her lips once again curling in a brainless smile, her jizz-spattered tits bouncing and jiggling as she wholeheartedly fucks the mindless animal in front of her, matching each of its brays with a joyful "HEE-HAWWWWWWW!"\n\nYou slowly pump you hand over your shaft, smirking in amusement as the donkey's dick stiffens yet again, wobbling beneath its belly as it's fucked.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her finish as is.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Fuck her ass.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Give her a gift.|HLSenshi]]

The dining hall is huge and classy, sort of like what you'd expect from an upscale restaurant, all tasteful light fixtures on the walls for mood lighting and well-set tables that seat six or so. Of course, you also have to admit as you stare ahead and then up, Professor Senna was right... you definitely can't miss the King's Stone.\n\nRight in the center of the room is a massive quartz crystal that runs from floor to ceiling, tapering downward until the angles of the very bottom are visible where it's apparently settled into a base in the floor. It gets broader as it goes up, up, up to the ceiling thirty feet above, where it looks like it might continue on in some other room. It's at least thirty feet wide at the top and six feet wide at the bottom, and though the inside is cloudy and shows the typical quartz imperfections, the outside looks smooth and perfectly symmetrical.\n\nAt least you're not the only one who stopped and stared, all seven of you did it. But the girl makes her way forward and you manage to lurch into motion after her without making it too obvious you were dumbstruck. The line makes its way up to the crystal, then the girl... she's kinda mousey and plain, that's about all she registers as on your radar... reaches out and lays both hands against one of the facets.\n\nThe whole crystal swirls, gold color spreading through it from where the girl's hands touch, following the path of the cloudy flaws while the solid parts of the crystal slowly turn blue-white. The gold color spreads through the flaws until it takes a rather feline shape rearing upward, its mouth open, a thick mane swept back from its head. A thunderous roar makes everyone in the hall, including the girl and including you, jump.\n\n"Winterlion!" the teacher standing next to the crystal calls loudly, and there's cheers and applause from the tables with gold and blue tablecloths, a little of both from some of the other tables as well, and a faint smattering of polite clapping from the tables with grey tablecloths shot through with iridescent purple threads.\n\nThe girl, flushed and smiling, heads over towards the welcoming blue and gold tables, while you step forward. The crystal returns to its previous clear and white colors in only a few seconds, and the teacher nods to you. You raise your hands, then just like her hesitate momentarily as you realize this is a big decision. After all, what you really want out of this school is...\n\n<hr>\n[[... to hold power over others.|Aspareth]]\n\n[[... to be rich and successful, like Daddy.|Aspareth5x1]]\n\n[[... to not have to work too hard.|Aspareth]]\n\n[[... to actually do well to prove you can.|Aspareth]]

You decide to go take a look around Aunt Kelly's curio room. It's not like you're still a stumbling little toddler with sticky fingers, after all. ... Still, you do stop in the kitchen and wash your hands before you head in. May as well take the extra precaution, nothing would screw up the start of the vacation more than your aunt coming home and finding dorito dust on her Picasso or something.\n\nYou step into the room, looking around. Wow, it really is like a museum... there's stuff on pedestals, and on shelves, and they even have the little info cards museums usually have to give you a little piece of the item's history. Your aunt must really enjoy the idea of her own private little art museum. Of course there's also a distinct lack of glass cases and red velvet ropes, making everything distinctly... touchable. Your fingers give a little twitch, and you quickly wipe your palms against the hips of your jeans. No, no, bad. You're just going to <i>look</i> at the fascinating, interesting bits of history that are, like, right there with nothing between you and them but air. Right. You stroll along through the room, looking at some of the more prominent pieces and reading their cards.\n\n[[The Venus of Ghatadumi|SamVenus1x1]]: "Similar to the stone Venus of Wallendorf, this wooden carving is believed to be an early fertility idol. While the Venus of Wallendorf is practically spherical, indicating a well-fed and thus generally healthy specimen, the Venus of Ghatadumi is rather more overtly sexual, emphasizing enormous breasts and round hips, but a distinct waist and legs. It is believed this is a symbol of an early tribe beginning to move into a concept of sexual pleasure rather than simply mating, though legend says the Venus of Ghatadumi holds great powers to cause conception between the one who holds it and the first person to see her."\n\n[[Hafardi's Lamp|SamGenie1x1]]: "Hafardi al Khaladuin was an early Persian philanthropist, famous for traveling the land and bringing good fortune with him. It's theorized he was also a great engineer and early scientist, as many of the feats he is recorded to have performed, such as watering barren fields and averting disasters, could not have been accomplished otherwise. He always carried this golden oil lamp with him, and rarely let it out of his hands. This lamp is quite likely the basis for legends about magic djinn serving the masters of lamps, due to Hafardi al Khaladuin's seemingly 'magical' abilities while carrying it."\n\n[[The Miniature Midas|SamGold1x1]]: "This small gold automaton was found in a French manor house in 1653, with authenticated records indicating it had come into the family's possession almost three centuries before. Various buttons on its back will induce it to move, with one prompting it to actually speak aloud, vocalizing a riddle. The mechanisms that allow for this advanced level of movement and action have never been determined, as any method that would definitively show its insides either fails or would obviously damage the piece beyond repair."

Wanting an excuse to talk to a cute older girl... especially one wearing a black shirt that thin and tight... you pause beside the entryway. "Y'know, you don't seem quite as enthusiastic as most of the other workers here." Not exactly your best opening line ever, but you don't have that much to work with really.\n\nShe shrugs, causing a very minor jiggle in her chest that you try to not get caught paying attention to. "Yeah, well, they're excited to be at work for a <i>lot</i> of different reasons, none of which apply to me. I usually work behind the scenes... way behind the scenes... but the caller for this place took a personal day. Since they're sort of a friend, I agreed to fill in for awhile."\n\n"Eric," you say, offering a hand. She eyes it for a moment, as if unsure why she should bother, then shrugs again and clasps your hand briefly.\n\n"Baal."\n\n"So, Baal, is this place really worth my time, or is it as exciting as you make it sound?" you ask with a grin.\n\nHer pencil-thin black eyebrows quirk a bit. "Oh, it's as exciting as anything else in this park is, really. There's plenty of innnnteresting stuff inside," she adds, rolling the word around on her tongue.\n\n"So you'd suggest it, then?"\n\n"I try not to make suggestions to people about what they should do here, especially members who fit the 'target audience' criteria as well as you do," Baal replies, looking you up and down rather blatantly. Something about the way she says it and the way she looks at you combine to give you a feeling that's half arousal and half fear, a tiny shiver running from the tips of your toes all the way up to the roots of your hair. "But it won't be boring, I promise you that. Oh, I guess I'm supposed to tell you that there's actually a few different options for going through this place."\n\n"Options?"\n\n"Yeah. You can just wander through it like a tourist, or you can do the [[Zombie Attack Challenge|HHHplaceholder]]... instead of taking in the sights you have to run through as quick as possible with a bunch of zombies chasing you."\n\n"Really? A bunch of people in makeup chasing me through the halls?"\n\n"Riiiight, makeup. There's also the [[Three Door Challenge|HHHplaceholder]]. You follow a path of rooms, and each room has three doors. One door leads to the next room, one door leads to a trap, and one door is locked. You pick that one, you wind up stuck in the room."\n\n"Stuck for how long?"\n\n"Long enough that I assure you, you'll get more than a little bored. But either way, if you can get through the house doing either of those, there's prizes and stuff, depending on how well you did and how quickly you got through." She glances around briefly, apparently seeing if there's anyone nearby, then looks back at you and lowers her voice. "I also know one particularly interesting room on the regular tour. I can give you a little map to follow if you wanna [[check that out|HHHplaceholder]]." She shrugs again, raising her voice back to its normal volume. "Or you can just [[head on in like normal|HHH2x1]], it's all the same to me."

You take several deep breaths. Okay, you've got to try and approach this rationally, despite it being a very irrational thing. You head to your computer and settle into the chair (hesitating a few moments as it creaks rather threateningly at your greater mass, but holds), then bring up the internet. Surely it can tell you what to do!\n\nSadly, googling 'turning into a big blue muscle girl' mostly just brings up various DeviantArt illustrations and some lame porno CYOA. (Some of the DA art is definitely not muscle girls and instead another thing entirely.) Okay, so that's probably not going to get you anywhere. If you go to WebMD it will probably just tell you that turning blue, gaining a foot and a half of height with about 100 pounds of muscle, and growing horns and fangs is a cancer symptom. You have to come at this from a different angle.\n\nOkay, so you have the costume, and you have the place that sold it to you. You can home in on those two things. At a pinch, you could always just go back to the place at the mall, but you'd kind of like to avoid such a large, crowded space where you could potentially run into a lot of people you know if you can. Much better to try and find the source. So a bit of searching around finds that the 'Missus Mazorium' of 'Missus Mazorium's Clothing Emporeum' is Elizabeth Mazorium and she does in fact have a public address, right here in town. You're not sure how she'd handle you showing up on her doorstep and saying 'Yeah hi one of your costumes did this to me' but you're sort of tempted to find out, considering.\n\nChecking out the character on the costume yields another possibility. You'd mostly expected it to be just some knockoff, but turns out 'Miss Thang' is in fact someone's character, albeit one from a web series on a blog. The series is by 'Daniqa Emmerson', and a glance through it seems to indicate that it's mostly about superheroes. A furious bout of cyberstalking her social media accounts, and you're pretty sure she's from Deviville too... in fact, you recognize the handwriting on one of her coffee shop cups, and judging from how often she posts from that shop and at about the same time, you might be able to get there in time to catch her today. If she's the one who made the character, maybe she knows something about this!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go see Elizabeth.|GGMCE10x3]]\n\n[[Go see Daniqa.|GGMCE]]

"Shouldn't we both do it, if we have to?" you point out, clearly startling your mother a bit. "With one of us taking the normal version and the other taking your 'improved' version? That way you have a control to compare your modifications to."\n\n"... You are absolutely right!" Tandy actually squeals, clasping her hands together to one side of her hand as her big blue eyes sparkle. "Oh my darling, you have just pointed out the very most important aspect of these tests I've been missing! And since you're mother and daughter, you're even closer than any two random guinea pigs would be for comparison testing! Oh, wonderful girl, please say I can keep you!"\n\n"Pass," you reply flatly.\n\n"Awwww." Tandy slumps forward, hanging her head, but quickly perks up and adjusts her hat. "Oh well, I'll ask again later, you never know! Now." She looks at the scattered piles of candy. "These are all various types of candy I've got either in my shop already, or have worked on and not released yet. Each one also has a more potent equivalent next to it, with the bright green X on the wrapper. So each one will create a particular effect in the two of you... in one it will do its normal reaction, what I consider a 'safe' one, lewd and transformative but largely temporary, if the proper strictures are maintained. The other is a 'runaway' variety. I'll determine who gets which secretly, and neither of you will know which is which until it's all said and done, although I suppose theoretically not even then. I'll let you pick which candy to take, since the variable I'm trying to study is common among all of them."\n\nShe indicates two small piles of blue wrapped squares. "This is [[Blueberry Squirt Gum|GGCandy]]. Exceptionally juicy, and will make you the same." She quirks an eyebrow at your flat look. "Hey, if you think that's not my favorite movie ever, I don't know what to tell you."\n\nClearing her throat, Tandy continues on to small stacks of independently-wrapped marshmallow critters, specifically bunny rabbits shaped roughly like the chocolate ones usually are. "These are [[Marshmallow Buns|GGCandy]]. As you might guess from the rabbit imagery, as well as causing some nice squishiness in certain places, they'll also make you want to fuck like rabbits. There are fertility side effects, so it's entirely possible that unlocking your female fertility might also bring you back towards your own true forms."\n\n"These are what I call '[[Black Ewze|GGCandy]]'," Tandy continues, pointing to piles of wrapped black twists. "They're made to imitate prank candy, you get someone to bite them, it floods their mouth with rubbery black ooze... which then turns into a nice lewd bodysuit that squeezes and molests for a little while. I figured this one's especially good since, of course, almost everyone who buys prank candy winds up trying it themselves first," Tandy adds with a snicker... then makes a sheepish face. "The problem is that the only way it really seemed to make sense was as black licorice, which cut down the number of buyers by a lot. Oh well, I'll figure it out eventually."\n\n"These are some [[MILK Duds|GGCandy]]," Tandy continues, gesturing to little clear boxes of white chocolate spheres. "You'll notice the emphasis I put on it. They'll make you nice and milky upstairs, and maybe downstairs too, considering your current state."\n\n"And finally, you're familiar with these, of course," Tandy says with a giggle, gesturing to two piles of [[blue pill-shaped candies|GGCandy]], each with a little card in front of them, one with a black O and the other with a glowing green X.\n\nIn near-unison, you and your mother pull the same annoyed face. "Why those? We've already got dicks thanks to those things," you note with a glance down, blushing at how yours has gone hard again. Probably all the jiggling Tandy was doing as she pointed out candy. "How will you judge the difference?"\n\n"Well, the normal one will make your dick bigger, of course!" Tandy replies cheerfully. "Longer, thicker, balls bigger and heavier, able to spew more cum. Of course, the experimental version will be... much, much moreso. In fact, depending on how daring you want to get, we might need to go outside!" she says with a snicker. "But anyway, go on, pick what you want to test. Let's do some magical science!"

... Oh. Oh right. The incident that set off this whole... chain of events. Which, on the one hand, girlfriend and you feel like you've actually gotten pretty close to Amber, so yay, but on the other hand here you are at a weird party wearing a skirt and a G-string. Shaking your head, you move on past the door and down the hall. At least you've now got a pretty solid idea what these rooms are for... wow, Amber brought you to quite the party place, didn't she?\n\nYou don't find any places to sit, so eventually you give up and step into one of the unoccupied rooms, letting the door close behind you. The inside really is a lot like a hotel room, albeit lacking most of the attempts those make at being 'homey'... no art on the walls, no vases, just a bed, nightstand, and two chairs. There's not a lightswitch, but instead a dimmer slider, currently set that there's enough light to see fairly clearly but leave everything low-lit. You consider upping it, but then decide not to... it looks mostly clean this way, for your own peace of mind it's probably best not to risk shattering that illusion. You've already had a long day and then added the sudden strain of the brief exposure to the party, along with all the worrying that someone would somehow identify you as a crossdresser and, like, do that pointing and siren noise thing with their mouth from the meme. ... Actually that would be from some movie wouldn't it? Eh, whatever. Either way you kind of want a nap more than anything.\n\n<hr>\n[[I sleep.|QOGF]]\n\n[[Wait, aren't you forgetting something?|QOGF]]

You need to make sure you actually saw what you saw before you do anything else. You're pretty sure already, obviously, but... well, maybe there's some other explanation. Somehow. Maybe.\n\nYou make your way back down out of the tree and scoot around back to the backyard. Edging over towards the door, you peek in... no sign of them, but then it did take you some time to get down and over here. You ease open the door to avoid making too much sound, sliding inside and similarly being careful about closing it behind you. The first thing you notice that wasn't entirely and immediately obvious from outside was some scattered articles of clothing on the ground. Your eyebrows raise a little... that certainly seems like some amount of confirmation, but still. Again being careful, you make your way upstairs.\n\nYou can actually hear the moaning before you ever get to the bedroom, your cheeks coloring some as you get closer. Keeping close to the wall as you get closer to the open doorway, you slowly and carefully peek around the edge. You were already fairly certain of what you were going to see, but actually seeing it still has quite an impact that leaves your mind reeling for a moment. There are more clothes scattered on the floor, but obviously the attention-grabber is on the bed... your parents' bed. Where the brown-haired woman is propped up somewhat against the pillows and headboard, reaching out to grip the top of the headboard with one hand, the other tangled in your mother's hair. She's down to just a wine-colored bra which has been tugged down some, her stiff nipples jutting over the lacy frills at the top of it. Your mother, wearing nothing but set of very nice, very shiny purple panties and bra, is on her knees and leaned forward, her tongue buried in the woman's pussy and clearly very eagerly at work. From the tilt of her head it's obvious she's watching the woman's face as she does it... or maybe she's staring at those full, perfect tits in their satin hold.\n\nYou stare at the sight of your mother eating out another woman on the bed she's always shared with your father. You've got to...\n\n<hr>\n[[Get out of here.|GGParent11x1]]\n\n[[Keep watching.|GGParent10x2]]\n\n[[Record this.|GGParent]]

Entranced, you continue to watch your mother eat the stranger out, her soft, eager moans and the way she presses her mouth up between the plump lips of the other woman's sex indicating this definitely isn't some sort of blackmail or lost bet. No, she's going after that pussy like it has the cure for what ails her, practically rocking her body forward to press her face against it, shaking her round ass in the air and showing off the damp spot growing on the purple fabric of her panties, the back of them not quite wide enough to cover the pucker of her asshole.\n\nThe other woman coos and moans softly, bringing one hand up to pinch and tweak at one of her nipples. A few moments later your mother moves up, tugging the cup of her bra down and covering the other nipple with her mouth, suckling at it as she slides two fingers into the other woman's pussy. "Mmm, fuck, yes, that's right," the stranger moans softly, before tugging your mother up into another deep, virtually pornographic kiss.\n\nYou bite your lip as you watch the two of them press in close together, the brunette's hands sliding up and down your mother's back and then moving to squeeze and knead at her ass, dragging her against her so their tits can press together. Then it's your mother who's moving to rest back against the headboard, lifting her ass as her lesbian lover strips off those damp purple panties. The woman starts right off by sliding two fingers into your mother's pussy with a coo of "You're so wet"... only to pull them out after several strokes and slide down, pushing one into your mother's ass instead. Your mother lets out a long, low moan that's interrupted by a gasp as the other woman moves down to start plying her pussy with lips and tongue, shaking her own completely bare ass and sex a bit in the air. You stare as your mother reaches back, undoing her own bra and shimmying out of it, heavy tits wobbling and then giving a jiggle as she thumps herself back against the headboard. "Ah... oh, oh fuck..."\n\nBarely even thinking about what you're doing, your hands move down to undo the front of your jeans, so that you can slip a hand down the front of your panties. You lean a bit more heavily against the wall, head resting against the door frame as you watch them, trying to breathe shallowly through your parted lips as you start stroking along your own dripping-wet slit. The other hand comes up, squeezing one of your breasts through your t-shirt, before you realize you need to press it to the doorframe for balance. Your hips give little twitches towards your own strokes as you pleasure yourself watching your mother being eaten out by a strange woman, her ass slowly but steadily finger-fucked. \n\n"Oh, oh God, Amethyst, fuck, I'm gonna cum," your mother moans after several more minutes of this, arching her back to present her tits proudly, eyes closed and head leaned back. You drag in a shuddery breath at both the sound and sight as she begins bucking her hips towards the other woman's face, her moans turning quick, needy, pleading...\n\n<hr>\n[["Mmmnf!"|GGParent]]\n\n[["..."|GGParent]]

Deciding to take a stroll over to Animalland, if only to see if it's basically some cutrate petting zoo or something a bit more upper-end, you set off down the cobblestone path. Eventually the cobblestones themselves take on an animal print theme, and you can see the tall black iron-style gates ahead. Traditionally they'd probably say 'ZOO', but of course here they say 'ANIMALLAND' and the gates are topped by a 2D sculpture of that horse character you saw earlier.\n\nYou expect there to be throngs of people crowding to get in and creating a crush along the walkways, but you're surprised to see that it's a little sparsely-populated as you approach. You pause for a moment, then shrug and head over to present your all-access pass to the woman working the gate. "What's up? I'd expect there to be a ton of daytrippers here or something."\n\n"Oh, we had a small chemical spill last week, and things have slowed down since then," the worker replies glibly enough as she runs your pass through a reader and hands it back.\n\n"Uh. Chemical spill?" You take the card back gingerly, pinched between two fingertips as if not sure that you want to touch it too much.\n\n"Don't worry, don't worry. It was nothing toxic, I promise, no one got hurt," she adds, waving a hand appeasingly. "Just that rumors of weird stuff happening started up afterwards, you know how people can be."\n\n"Right." Still looking a little dubious, you put the pass away, then perk up a bit as she offers you a tiger-striped rubber wristband.\n\n"Here you go, included in your trip today are three free regular drinks and unlimited free soft-serve ice cream! Please be sure to follow all Animalland safety guidelines, including staying on official walkways and not trying to enter enclosures, or attempt to touch or approach animals unless it's one of the supervised interaction areas. And most importantly, have fun!"\n\n"Thanks!" you call, thoughts of chemical spills and weird incidents disappearing from your mind as you fasten on the wristband and head on into the zoo proper. Much like back where you entered Worldland, the path quickly diverges into a number of different areas, a signpost showing different themed arrow signs, most of them with different animal styles to help distinguish them. Looks like they're also playing up to the kids a bit with the "whimsical" names.\n\n<hr>\n[[Silly Savannah.|ALSav1x1]]\n\n[[Wild Water.|ALWat1x1]]\n\n[[Playful Primates.|ALPrim1x1]]\n\n[[Rad Reptiles.|ALRep1x1]]\n\n[[Animal Adventure.|ALAAStart]]

"This stupid Jusenkyo curse that makes me turn into a girl!" you reply with a huff, gesturing at yourself. "I'm a <i>guy</i>! I want to go back to being a <i>guy</i>, all the time!"\n\n"Oh, really? It's such a shame. Personally I'd count some of those pools as a blessing for you lot, it seems so boring to be trapped in the same dull body all the time, unable to tweak or change it as you like."\n\n"Yeah well like I said I wanna be a guy again, so take it off of me, if you're such hot stuff!"\n\n"But what a waste. I'm not saying I won't," he adds, before quickly holding up a hand. "Now now, I'm not saying I won't," he continues as you bristle. "But let me suggest an alternative. In return for your soul, I will give you the ability to <i>control</i> your curse. No more cold and hot water, you'd be completely in charge of it. If you really don't want to be able to change, you can always just leave yourself in male form, but I think you'd be happier allowing for... a potential change in perspective, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, fine, whatever.|FRanX]]\n\n[[No! Curse, gone, now!|FRanX]]

You turn your hand a little, snagging Liz's and lightly curling yours around it. She glances at you, obviously a bit surprised, then gives you that smile of hers, shifting her own hand a little to take hold of yours better, giving it a gentle squeeze. You can tell your cheeks are pink as you turn around and walk to the exit with her. You notice Leslie staring at you, and just sort of shrug sheepishly. Still, you turn Liz's hand loose after just a bit longer, and she lets it go without hesitation, though she gives you another glance with that smile as she does.\n\nLeslie gives you another brief stare when Liz pays for your ticket, and somewhat stiffly but politely declines the other blonde's offer to pay for hers as well. The three of you make your way into the theater and sit down, Liz on one side of you and Leslie on the other. Leslie leans in a little as the previews start, whispering, "Er, Cyan, is there something you wanna tell me?"\n\nYou lean in closer to her and whisper back, "Look, she's just a friend. It's a long story but I'll explain later, alright?"\n\n"Okay." She seems to relax at that, settling back into her seat as if tension had gone out of her muscles. Hm, weird, you honestly wouldn't have thought she would have had such a problem if you were... y'know. Well, maybe she's just sensitive about the whole issue... some of the other people at school are kind of dicks about her being a tomboy with short hair named 'Les', that might be enough to make anyone a little edgy about stuff like that.\n\nStill, you kind of can't get the memory of how Liz's hand felt in yours. It was really warm but not hot, with one or two rough places but a lot of it was soft, and that squeeze was a perfect mixture of strong and careful. You nibble your lower lip through the first fifteen minutes of the movie, but finally give in and slip your hand over to find hers again, blushing in the dark as she smoothly twines her fingers with yours. It's just a bit of hand-holding, no big deal, it's not like you're Japanese and this is incredibly lewd or deeply meaningful or something. \n\nAs the movie ends you slip your hand back out of Liz's and the three of you exit the theater, chatting excitedly and doing your best to avoid spoilers until you're out of the mall and on the sidewalk outside without anyone around. Liz suggests exchanging numbers, which makes your heart do a little skitter for a brief moment for... some reason, yeah... but since it's just phrased as a friendly offer you don't have to worry about agreeing in front of Leslie, who also nods with slightly more subdued interest. Once Leslie has headed off, Liz looks at you and smiles. "Walk you home?"\n\n"Yeah, sure." You nod, tucking your hands into your pockets rather than get tempted to take her hand again. Liz does the same thing though, strolling along beside you, cornflower eyes taking in the rather mundane to you sights of Deviville as you walk along.\n\n"Walk everywhere, pretty much?"\n\n"Yeah, no car yet, plus at least this way I don't have to worry about too many ice creams," you answer, one corner of your mouth quirking up.\n\n"Heheh. If we wind up going somewhere further away, we'll take my ride, no worries." \n\nYour heart does another little shimmy, which you try to ignore. This is... getting a bit confusing, even as part of your brain is slapping the confused part going 'Um, <i>duh</i>!' Eventually you arrive in front of your house, stopping and flitting a hand towards it. "I better get inside, my parents will be home any time."\n\n"Sure, sure. See you soon?" she asks.\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll call her.|GGGF]]\n\n[[She should call you.|GGGF1x4]]

"Wait, wait, seriously, you can grant wishes?!" you cry, having latched onto that and somewhat bypassing the issue of the cost, as is typical for you.\n\n"Hmmm, there are some limits. It's easier if it's a wish about yourself, or about someone or something closely connected to you. Wishes that change the nature of the outside world are a bit more than I can handle," he says with a slightly sulky mutter, before grinning again. "But many things are possible, yes."\n\n"Then I can get rid of my curse!" you squeal happily, doing a little hop in place and making various body parts jiggle.\n\n"Which curse?" Satan asks mildly.\n\n"... Huh?"\n\n"Which curse, exactly? From my perspective you have a number," he expounds, propping his chin up on one palm as he looks you up and down. "You'll have to be more specific."\n\n<hr>\n[["Um, duh, my curse! My <i>curse</i>!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Turning into a girl, obviously!"|FRanX31x2]]\n\n[["Wait, are my girl problems a curse?"|FRanX]]\n\n[["I bet my rivals are a curse, aren't they?"|FRanX]]\n\n[["... What's the worst curse you <i>think</i> I have?"|FRanX]]

The next morning when she wakes up, you glance over from where you're still at the computer. "Morning."\n\n"Good morning." She covers her mouth as she yawns, swiveling around and sitting up on the edge of the cot. You yank your gaze back to the monitor as you notice that the shirt's ridden up quite a bit, leaving her bare from the waist down. "What time is it?"\n\n"Only about seven. Listen, I didn't get a chance to ask you yesterday. What's your name?"\n\n"Oh, I'm Lana." She stands up, pushing the shirt down to help it fall back into place as she does, and pads back over on bare feet. "Lana Dorn. You?"\n\n"Jace Cane. Nice to meet you... you know, considering." You manage a little smile, and she gives you a rather winning one back. "I'll try to find you some pants in a minute and we'll go get something to eat."\n\n"You're turning out to be a pretty gracious host," she says cheerfully, putting one hand on her hip and leaning the other on the back of your chair.\n\n"I'm doing my best. I'm not used to... well." You turn back to the computer. "I've been researching buildings. Is this it?"\n\n"Yeah, that's the place. Oh, I was going to tell you last night. Mordensi's also highly skilled at magic. He likes to set traps with it... I know where the ones he had while I was there were, but he may have changed them around since then."\n\n"How did you get past them?"\n\n"Amulets you wear, they don't detect anyone wearing one. But Mordensi can also track where they are, that's why I had to throw mine away. If we can disable whatever one he's got installed now on the front door, or wherever we break in, we should be able to take some off of the usual residents. By then it won't matter that much that he knows we're coming, I'm betting."\n\n"Right," you acknowledge with a nod. You consider for a moment before speaking again.\n\n<hr>\n[["Let's talk about you."|JaceWar1x9]]\n\n[["Let's keep it professional."|JaceWar]]

"Um..." You shift nervously in your chair, looking at each woman in turn as you get the nerve to speak up.\n\n"What is it, sweetie?" Mai asks without looking from her menu.\n\n"Uh, can I... can I go to the restroom, please...?"\n\n"Of course. Just don't dawdle too much," she answers, still distracted.\n\nYou blink, then hop up and head for the likely-looking alcove. Somehow the fact that she just took it as a given you'd go to the bathroom and come right back, as if you really were a... daughter?... makes you feel a bit strange. Almost like you're starting to take it as a given yourself. Of course, that means you're a bit distracted as you arrive at the bathroom doors and have to pick which one to go through.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the Men's Room, force of habit.|HLMai3x9]]\n\n[[You're dressed as a girl, better use the Lady's Room.|HLMai]]\n\n[[What are you, nuts? This is your chance, RUN FOR IT!|HLMai]]

Distracted by your thoughts, you autopilot towards the door with the masculine symbol on it and step inside the classy-looking washroom. Luckily not classy enough to have a sitting attendant, as once you spot the urinals, you remember exactly what you're wearing. You glance down at your pink dress and then to the side at one of the mirrors, blushing in embarrassment at the cute "girl" looking back at you. Sighing, you suppose it's probably best to just hurry up and go, and avoid being seen like this, especially in here.\n\nBut to that end, is it better to use the urinals, or a stall...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Urinal.|HLMai3x10]]\n\n[[Stall.|HLMai]]

"Yes, Mai-mama," you say meekly, then gasp when she pushes your legs apart. True to her word, she apparently intends to fuck you with you on your back, legs spread, just like a girl. Your balls aren't in the way much anymore, after all, and she only has to nudge her slick cock up a bit under them and lift your hips a bit to find your pucker. She pushes in, her well-lubed shaft sliding in easily, and you give a long, decidedly girlish moan this time as she fills you up again.\n\nMai sheathes herself in your ass, then begins working her hips eagerly, the motion making her big tits jiggle merrily. "Yeah, you like that?" she coos at you, her hands gripping your stocking-clad thighs. "You like mama's big fat cock in your cute little pussy, huh?" she urges, fucking your ass just a bit faster as she urges herself on with her own dirty talk.\n\n"Uh-huh!" you gasp out, gripping the bedsheets, light glinting off the motion of your cute little pink nails. Your toes curl inside your stockings as she starts fucking you harder and harder, your legs lifting up a bit more with each increase in speed, until you wrap them around her middle. Your limp, hairless little cock jiggles around as she fucks you against the bed, her flat belly occasionally rubbing against it and making you realize that while soft, it's extremely sensitive.\n\nChun-Li lays down on the bed, propped up on pillows and watching the show, one hand kneading one of her own tits and the other lightly stroking her cock as she watches Mai fuck your ass. The ninja moans, leaning forward, those jiggling tits right above your face. "You love it? Huh? I wanna hear it!"\n\n"I love it, mommy!" you gasp out, turning your head to the side and biting your lower lip, your blue-lidded eyes closing. "Your cock's so big in my tight little pussy, it feels so good!" You gasp more loudly as she gives a particularly hard thrust at that, whimpering adorably as she starts fucking you harder and harder. This time when she thrusts in and starts flooding your ass with cum, you climax with her, feeling your ass squeeze and quiver around her length and a rush of intense pleasure go through your limp cock, even though nothing comes from the tip this time.\n\nPanting and gasping at the intensity of your first female-like assgasm, you lay trembling as Mai disentangles from your legs and pulls out of you. But it's only moments before she's urging you to get up and head for Chun-Li. It's clear what your 'other mama' wants from the grin on her lips, so you swing astride her and waste no time in sliding your cum-and-lube smeared asshole down over her cock. She grabs your slender hips, guiding you down on her, and you put your hands over hers for balance as you seat yourself atop her prick.\n\nYou begin riding Chun-Li's dick, her hands doing little more than urging you in the motion of her hips. You moan at the different feelings being on top bring, as well as other sensations. Your nipples feel stiffer and more sensitive than before, rubbing against the soft cotton of the inside of your flat little bra and making little dents in the fabric. You begin riding her faster and more eagerly, and Chun-Li obliges by yanking you down harder on her, making every drop onto her dick count. Your own limp member and small, soft balls bounce around, framed by the pink ruffles of your garter belt.\n\nFinally you squeal as Chun-Li blasts her load inside you and sets off another girl-style orgasm in your slender, sweet-smelling body. You slump forward against her breasts, panting and gasping, while her hands alternately stroke your back and squeeze your ass. She kisses your cheek and murmurs, "That's Chun-mama's good little girl," in your ear.\n\n"Hm." Mai picks up the bedside clock to look at it. "As much as we really should take a few more turns fucking our cute little girl's holes, we'd probably better get cleaned up and go to dinner... she was <i>very</i> good, after all. If we wait too much longer, we'll be waiting for a table all night."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|HLMai3x7]]

Getting cleaned up actually does take awhile, partly because both Mai and Chun-Li decide at different times that they absolutely have to fuck your ass while you're in the shower, and partly because they both decide at the same time that you'd look better as a blonde. Thus you wind up with pale blonde hair brushed in a cute little fan over one side of your face, the front of it clipped with a pair of bright pink barettes. Everything else you wear winds up equally girly, of course... the light dusting of makeup with watermelon pink lip gloss, the hot pink panties (greatly simplified from the other stuff, but still obviously meant for a cute, youthful cut), the pink and white dress with broad straps that still leave some of your shoulders and your arms bare, the hemline ruffled just a bit and about two inches above your knees. No bra this time... the dress fits snugly enough against your chest after all. Your legs get sheathed in white and pink striped thigh-highs, and your feet are enclosed in white and pink saddle shoes. You were never exactly a towering bastion of manliness before, but looking in the mirror now you don't think 999 out of 1,000 people would look twice at you and see anything other than a "mommy's little princess" girl.\n\nMai and Chun-Li finally finish dressing you up and tend to themselves, both wearing their own variations on the Little Black Dress. They lead you out of the apartment building with you walking between them, chatting and talking as if it were all a perfectly normal evening. You're actually not even sure you're still in Worldland, come to think of it... when you exit the apartment building this time, not so focused on your humiliation (though that's still there a bit), you notice there's a full-fledged street in front of it with traffic going on... you hope it was as deserted as you thought it was earlier! Mai hails a cab and the three of you pile into the back, both women continuing to chat amiably during the ride, hands occasionally stroking up your thighs or patting you affectionately on the head.\n\nThe restaurant isn't so fancy that someone checks your, ah, guardians' credit before you go in, but it does seem to be fairly upscale, the sort of place that probably employs more than one full-time employee with a title like "sommelier". The three of you are seated and the hostess starts to hand out menus, Mai stopping her when she gets to you. "Oh, we'll order for her," she says cheerfully. The hostess apparently thinks absolutely nothing of that and retreats. You fidget in place and glance around at the other diners as Mai and Chun-Li peruse their menus and discuss what looks good. You think you spot a few of the other mascots from the park, further confusing you about where this place is, exactly. No one seems to be staring at you in 'Holy crap a crossdressing boy' fashion, at least... though when you think about it, isn't that actually <i>more</i> embarrassing?\n\nGradually, though, you start to realize you have a different problem... you really need to pee. You glance longingly towards where you think the restrooms are located, lightly biting your lower lip and starting to squirm in your seat. You look back at Mai and Chun-Li, uncertain of what to do. Sure, they seem relaxed now and seem to take it as a given that you're going to stay with them (and if you're honest, the thought of trying to run again hasn't really crossed your mind in awhile). But you're sort of worried about what will happen if you say you want to go somewhere unattended.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try and hold it through dinner.|HLMai15x1]]\n\n[[Just ask to go.|HLMai3x8]]

The bottle's not just girly, but the cartoon princess on the front and the little crown on the cap indicate that it's probably meant for <i>young</i> girls. Still, Mai did say to "make yourself pretty", and that is clearly the prettiest thing on the shelf. In fact, with your futanari overlords just waiting out there for your return, you feel like you had probably better go the full nine yards on following their instructions. So you start a bath running and find the matching "Persimmon Princess" bubble bath on the rim of the tub, adding it to the running water. If pink had a scent, the bathroom would be smelling like it as you climb into the tub.\n\nYou spend awhile in the bath getting scrubbed off, using some "Persimmon Princess" lilac body wash to wash yourself (including in some places that until today hadn't been entered). It does seem to leave your skin very soft and smooth, almost as girlish-feeling as when you were touching Mai earlier. Finally you use the shampoo, which actually <i>does</i> smell like persimmons, your hair becoming quite silky and gaining some real shine. Once you've rinsed off, you find the first towel you come across (a fluffy pink thing) and dry off. Wrapping yourself in it like a blanket, you pad back out into the main room, wondering what fresh torments your captors have in mind for you.\n\nYou find that both have stripped naked... well, almost naked. Both of them are wearing some tiny little panty-like garment that essentially does nothing but cover their ballsacks, thin strings riding high on their hips... Chun-Li's is blue, Mai's red, and both their ten-inch cocks jut forward over the top of them, hard and ready. Both women grin at the sight of you and walk over, Chun-Li snagging the towel and pulling it away to bare your slender body, skin still shining lightly with dampness and the softening wash.\n\n"Ooo, cleans up nice, doesn't he?" She leans in and sniffs at your hair, then lets out a laugh. "'He'? I oughtta say 'she'!"\n\n"Oh my, used those 'Persimmon Princess' things, didn't you?" Chun-Li agrees, giving you a sniff and rubbing a hand over one asscheek. "All smooth and pretty-smelling."\n\n"Haha, there's no way we can just leap right to it after this! We gotta accessorize!" Grinning, Mai heads over to a dresser and begins opening drawers and digging around, obviously searching with something in mind. She lays out bits and pieces on the large bed as she goes, until she's finally assembled two sets of lingerie... one relatively modest set of pink with frills (heightening the youthful effect), and a more daring scarlet set. The dickgirl turns to you, her grin absolutely wicked now. "What was your name, again?"\n\n"Um. Eric."\n\n"Alright, <i>Erica</i>, I'm gonna be real nice and let you pick which set you wear, so Chunbuns and I can do you up right. Before we do you," she adds with a wink. "So which'll it be?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Pink.|HLMai3x5]]\n\n[[Scarlet.|HLMai]]

You spend a few moments looking back and forth between the two sets. In the end more than anything it's the fact that the red set has a thong that has you pointing at the pink set. "Th-those."\n\n"Alright then, let's get our cute girl all fixed up!" Mai says happily, right before she and Chun-Li descend on you. You're pushed around and manipulated as if you were little more than a life-size doll as they slide the frilly garter belt into place around your waist before sheathing your legs in the matching frill-topped pink stockings, shaping your legs into a more girlish, albeit coltish, curvature. You squirm as they slide the panties up and into place, layered frills capping the back of the butt like some little girl's idea of petticoats, your cock (does it seem smaller than before?) making a faint bulge in the front of it. The bra has frills on the lower edges too, and you wonder why Mai even had it around... it seems unlikely she <i>ever</i> fit into it, since it fits against your completely flat chest and skinny body just fine, little more than girly decoration to enhance your humiliating crossdressing experience.\n\nBut that's not the extent of your makeover. While Chun-Li brushes your hair out and adds some little pink barettes to clip your bangs into place and give you a coquetteish fall to your bangs, Mai applies some light makeup to your face... just a little bit of eyeshadow, blush, and some lip gloss, like a little girl getting fixed up by her mother might wear. You also get your fingernails painted a bright babydoll pink, with several chastisements from both of them for you to stop squirming.\n\nOf course, the first thing they make you do once your nails are dry is make you wrap your hands around their cocks and start stroking them off. You kneel between them, blushing as you tentatively slide your hands up and down their smooth, throbbing lengths. "That's right, cutie pie, stroke Mai-mama's cock," the ninja-girl encourages, grinning down at you past her bare tits.\n\n"Mm, Chun-mama thinks that her cock could use a kiss," Chun-Li encourages. You blush brighter, but lean in and plant a little kiss on the very tip of her dick. She laughs at the cutesiness of your motions, cock giving a slight throb between your fingers. "Adorable!"\n\nBut it's not long before Mai grabs you and hauls you up, then pushes you onto your back on the bed. She grabs the waistband of your panties and hauls them down your legs, your cock flouncing free... it definitely does seem smaller than it was before, as well as being smooth and hairless, as if the earlier washing had just cleaned it off completely. The big-boobed ninja grabs a tube from the bedside table and slathers a thick layer of lube all over her cock, the scent of roses filling the room. "You turned on, Erica?" she asks cheerfully as she pumps her hand over her length, the sound of the lube squelching between her fingers audible.\n\n"Y-yes," you admit, blushing again in shame.\n\n"But this little thing isn't hard at all." Mai's tone is still cheerful as she lays her hard, glistening cock atop your own limp dick and balls, emphasizing how much bigger she is than you. "Why do you think that is?"\n\n"I... I don't know..."\n\n"I think it's because little girls don't get hardons," she posits, leering down at you. "Now, are you ready for Mai-mama to fuck you like a girl?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Get fucked like a girl.|HLMai3x6]]\n\n[[No! You're a boy! Resist!|HLMai]]

Taking the opening, you desperately lurch backward from Mai and around, scrambling to your feet and making a run for the alleyway, heedless of the fact that your pants are still open and you've got cum smeared all over the lower half of your face. You're not even really looking where you're going, so when your head impacts a pair of breasts, you stumble back in complete surprise, easy pickings for the person you stumbled into to grab your forearms and hold you in place.\n\n"Up to your old tricks, Mai?" the Chun-Li cosplayer standing in the opening of the alleyway says drolly as she spins you around and grabs your wrists again, lifting them up high over your head to make you stretch and keep you from kicking or trying to escape again. You got just enough of a look to tell she was in her 'classic' outfit, the Chinese dress with puffy sleeves and whatnot.\n\n"Thanks, Chunbuns, he almost got away from me," Mai answers cheerfully as she trots over, her tits and her still-hard cock both bouncing with her motions. She kneels down in front of you and undoes your jeans fully, yanking them and your underwear down. Your cock, softened from the shock and indignity of being forced to suck girlcock, flops around above your balls as she works both your jeans, and your socks and shoes, off over your feet. \n\n"I wish you wouldn't call me that," the Chinese woman says with a long-suffering sigh. She passes your wrists to Mai, who turns you around to face Chun-Li, the other fighter looking you up and down, then grinning. "I assume I get to play too, at least?" she asks, though the way she lifts the front flap of her dress and tucks it into her belt indicates she's already assumed the answer. She pulls aside the front of her blue panties, revealing her own large girlcock straining beneath the clinging layer of her pantyhose. Using her fingers to rip a hole in the front of her hose, she lets her cock spring free.\n\n"Of course," Mai says generously, twisting your arms behind your back and forcing you to bend forward, your ass pressing back against her own crotch, her saliva-slick cock rubbing along the cleft of your slender butt. "What's mine is yours, what are cross-company friends for?"\n\nSmirking, Chun-Li grabs your head with both hands, gripping your hair. This time you can't even get a hoarse protest out before she's pushing her cock past your lips. Taking advantage of Mai having only recently forced you to deepthroat, she uses one smooth, steady push to force herself in all the way, the smell of her nylons filling your nostrils as her stocking-clad balls rub against your chin. She almost immediately starts fucking your face, using long, steady strokes to make sure you can feel every inch of her sliding between your lips, over your tongue, and down your throat.\n\nOf course, behind you Mai's not staying idle. She wiggles around, trying to line her cock up without releasing her grip on your wrists, resulting in the tip of her cock jabbing at your buttcheeks several times. But it only takes a few seconds for her to find her mark, and almost the instant you realize that the tip of her dick is pressing against your virgin pucker, she's shoving on inside. You cry out around Chun-Li's dick in protest as your ass is penetrated, the Chinese woman groaning happily in response to the vibrations it sends through her throbbing cock. Mai just keeps pushing on in though, not stopping until she's hilted in your previously virgin little straightboy ass. Then she begins matching her thrusts to Chun-Li's, both of them grinning at each other as they take you from both ends.\n\nYour cock had been swaying around limply underneath you in reaction to their thrusts, but as if just to humiliate you further, as Mai fucks your ass it begins to stiffen again, and is soon jutting forward under your belly, wobbling back and forth, precum dribbling from the tip of it. As much as your brain hates it, your body is clearly enjoying being spitroasted by dickgirls! You roll your eyes up and can't see much beyond the blue-and-gold clad tits of the woman violating your mouth and throat, and the sight of even those covered tits just sends a fresh wave of humiliating pleasure through you.\n\nDespite having cum not too long ago, Mai is the first to finish, moaning loudly and sweetly as she shoves forward, burying her dick into your ass and starting to flood your violated hole with more hot, thick dickgirl-cum. Maybe it's seeing Mai's face as she orgasms, but Chun-Li apparently decides she's ready as well. She pulls her cock out of your mouth and drops one of her own hands to it, stroking herself off, her glistening ten inch girldick aimed right at your face. As she starts firing thick blasts of white goo all over your face, you close your eyes and whimper piteously as your own cock twitches and begins spurting your own load all over the loose fold of your shirt and the dirty concrete of the alley floor.\n\n"Aw, poor baby!" Mai laughs teasingly as she pulls back and out of you, then lifts your hands up over your head again. Chun-Li snorts, grabbing your now cum-stained shirt and pulling it up, the jizz splattered all over your face getting smeared further into your skin as the shirt is pulled over your head and arms, leaving you standing in semi-public completely naked now... and for the moment, free of either girl's grip.\n\n<hr>\n[[They'll never expect you to make a break for it again!|HLMai]]\n\n[[Because it's impossible. Just submit.|HLMai3x3]]

You stand there between the two, shamefaced and letting your head hang a bit, your cock still half-hard and drooping forward at an angle as you squirm between their gaze.\n\n"Awww, he's so cute," Mai chirps, grinning impishly. "I say we keep him, Chunbuns, he'll be a lot of fun."\n\n"I have to agree, since I haven't gotten a piece of his cute little ass yet," Chun-Li agrees, giving you a little push on the shoulder. "Alright you, march, we'll tell you where to turn. And stop calling me Chunbuns," she adds with a glance aside at Mai.\n\nYou try to use both hands to cover your cock as you're forced to walk naked in front of the pair of cosplayers, who at least get to tuck themselves away again and look outwardly normal. It's a small mercy that they lead you through mostly abandoned back areas and walkways, so that there are fewer people to see your glistening, jizz-smeared face or the cum leaking out of your ass and down the backs of your legs. But several times you pass other female cosplayers, all of them greeting your captors like friends and leering a bit at you, making you wilt in humiliation under their gaze.\n\nEventually they guide you inside some sort of apartment building (right there in the park, oddly enough) and into the elevator, Mai even ordering you to press the button with a snicker. Once you disembark on the fifth floor, Mai steps forward to use her keycard on the door, allowing the three of you entry into what looks more like a sprawling hotel suite than a simple apartment.\n\n"Alright, you, bathroom's in there," Mai says, pointing at a doorway. "Go clean yourself up and make yourself pretty for us. If you're good, we'll even take you out to dinner once we've had a bit more fun with you."\n\n"Yes ma'am," you answer meekly, turning and making your way into the bathroom. It is a nice one with a big shower and an even bigger tub, and you have to admit that despite the situation it will be nice to be clean again. There's a sizeable collection of different brands and types of product to use sitting on a shelf... you're going to have to actually pick out some product before you can even get clean.\n\n<hr>\n[[Persimmon Princess™ Shampoo.|HLMai3x4]]\n\n[[GREATHAMMER™ ULTRA SMEAR!!|HLMai]]\n\n[[Happypup™ Scrub'n'Wash.|HLMai]]\n\n[[Genericlean Liquid Soap.|HLMai]]\n\n[[Lusty Lady Lather.|HLMai5x1]]

"So, like, what now? Do I have to sleep all day? Will I burst into flame if sunlight or a crucifix touches me?" you ask.\n\n"Ah, right, important rundown, good question." Hera straightens up and starts ticking off on her fingers. "First, sleep. You don't have to sleep ever unless you want to, though if you ever start feeling like you're dissociating again, or like you're having trouble thinking or remembering things, it's good to calm yourself down, relax, and sleep for awhile, usually during the day. You'll usually feel better when you wake up. Sunlight is more like a severe allergy than bursting into flames, too much direct sunlight and you'll break out in a really painful rash that can turn to blisters. If enough surface area of your skin is exposed long enough you can die from it, but it's not quite so dramatic as all that. Think more giant puss-dripping boils than fizzing to ash."\n\nYou make a face at that imagery. "Right, sunlight still bad."\n\n"Wear sunblock, hoodies are your friend year-round since heat won't bother you, and some of those UV-blocking glove-sleeves wouldn't hurt either. Stick to the shade where you can and don't sit in front of sunny windows, and you can still have a normal-ish mortal type life when you want it. Now as for crucifixes and other symbols of faith..." She mms, rolling her eyes and pulling a face as she waggles one hand. "It's complicated."\n\n"Like how complicated?"\n\n"Like I've never really figured it out myself." Hera crosses towards the back of the tomb, prompting you to lean and watch her as she approaches... a stone cross carved into the wall. She pats it with her hand, then walks back over to lean in and show her unblemished palm. "See? Nothing. Nada, zip, zilch, might as well be a sidewalk on a cool autumn day. But one time I came in here and got within five feet of it, and it flashed like a frikkin' strobelight and launched me backwards, I had char all over my exposed skin. Never happened before or since. No idea if someone prayed over it earlier or if it was the time of year or the stars overhead or if I'd recently done something that made God pissy, to this day I have no clue. The rule on holy symbols seems to be 'it hurts if it hurts and it doesn't hurt if it doesn't hurt'."\n\n"Hunh. What about other weaknesses? Like garlic? ... Is that why you didn't want to get pizza?"\n\n"A little?" She shrugs placidly. "Again it's more like an allergy than a weakness. Too much might make you feel uncomfortable for awhile, but you can sleep it off. I'd rather not when I want to concentrate on fun. But to expound on the subject, you can pretty much eat whatever you want, it won't nourish you but it won't make you sick either. You can let yourself get drunk or high but it's mostly psychosomatic, if you get startled or try to focus on something it goes away pretty much instantly. And yes you do have to drink blood, but not a ton, and not enough to kill anyone. Maybe every other night you nom someone and they feel a bit woozy and lethargic for a day or two but they'll be fine."\n\n"Hunh. And silver bullets, stakes through the heart, stuff like that...?"\n\n"Silver bullets... and knives, and swords, and other stuff like that... actually hurts as opposed to most other stuff, but it won't kill you, no. In fact the ways you can actually die are basically limited to longterm direct sun exposure and being completely burned to ash in a fire. Everything else you can recover from."\n\n"Including beheading?" you can't help but ask a little wryly.\n\n"Yup!" she snickers. "That one does take awhile, if no one's good enough to put your head back on your neck for you."\n\n<hr>\n[[How long was I out?|GwynVamp1x5a]]\n\n[[Why me?|GwynVamp1x5b]]\n\n[[Are you really...?|GwynVamp1x5c]]\n\n[[Why aren't I mad at you?|GwynVamp1x5d]]\n\n[[What are my powers?|GwynVamp1x5f]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|GwynVamp1x6]]

"Uh, hey, whoa, this is... I can't," you stammer, starting to pull away and reaching down to zip yourself up. But before you can actually take hold of the pulltab, Mai grabs your wrist firmly, her pretty red-painted lips turned down in a frown. She's surprisingly strong, for someone you'd assume was just paid to dress up like that.\n\n"Hey, you think you can just get me all turned on and then walk away?" she demands, eyes flashing. Yanking on your wrist, she hauls you along into a nearby small alley between two souvenir shops, the light dim from the sun not quite making it between the tops of the buildings. "Selfish little brat, think you can feel up my tits and show off your hard cock without giving back."\n\nYou try to protest, but she slams her other hand down on your shoulder and shoves you down onto your knees in front of her. Her grip is enough to hold you in place as she releases your hand and pulls the front flap of her costume aside. "I think you need to finish what you started." Your eyes widen at what's revealed by her motion... her tiny panties are stretched around a very <i>large</i> bulge, clearly outlining hefty balls and a sizeable shaft! For a moment you're more stunned that you didn't notice it before than anything else. She gives a little flick with her thumbnail, and that's all it takes to push down the top of the stretched cloth and let her hardening shaft spring free. Despite being a cock, it's somehow still quite feminine, very elegantly shaped, the skin girlishly unblemished and soft. "Open up, cutie."\n\n"No waglkhrk!" Of course the moment you open your mouth to protest, she puts her hand on the back of your head and shoves you forward, forcing her hardening cock past your lips. Clenching her fingers in your hair for a good grip, she begins slowly thrusting her hips, working in a bit more of her dick each time as it grows steadily harder between your lips. You grab her bare hips with both hands, some distracted, disassociated part of your brain thinking how amazing they are, curvy and smooth and perfectly squeezable, while the more immediate part of your thoughts is focused on the fact that your face is being raped by a dickgirl cosplayer!\n\nIt's not long at all before Mai's relentless thrusting forces her cock in deeper, your slender throat bulging up visibly as she pushes it open around her and keeps going with a slow, steady push until all ten inches are forced past your lips, your nose pressing against her hairless crotch and her silk-covered balls rubbing against your chin. Cooing, the scantily-clad fighter girl begins using quicker thrusts, fucking your throat in earnest now, forcing you to steal quick breaths through your nose every time she pulls back enough. Of course your attempts to breathe also wind up with you sucking and gulping at her dick quite a bit, something that obviously delights her to no end to judge by her squeals and moans. You have to wonder how no one walking by the alleyway has heard her and come to investigate by now, since you're just barely not in an open space!\n\nSoon she pulls back, the fleshy head of her girlcock filling your mouth as she begins cumming, blasts of thick jizz hitting the back of your throat and the top of your mouth, pooling on your tongue. A lot of it seeps out and dribbles down your chin, but her hold on your hair and her dick filling your mouth means you've little choice but to swallow whatever you can. Only once her orgasm has slowed to a mild dribble does she pull out, looking down past her own heaving tits at your panting, flushed face. "There, you're quite the good little cocksucker, you know," she compliments cheerfully, releasing her hold on your hair to pat you on the head.\n\n<hr>\n[[Now's your chance! Make a break for it!|HLMai3x2]]\n\n[[There's no point, you're too exhausted and she's too fast.|HLMai8x1]]

You rush just past Vera, gripping your staff with both hands as you raise it up. Just as the dragon is inhaling, its throat starting to glow brightly, you channel energy through the staff and call, "Maximized Protection from Fire!"\n\nThe crowd that had been so brave starts to scream as the flames crash down on them like a massive ocean wave, washing through the streets similarly as well. It's uncomfortably hot, like an August day and then being blasted by a heat lamp, but you grit your teeth and bear it as you concentrate on continuing the spell. Next to you Vera seems fine, though throughout the crowd a number of the assembled people lose their clothing, cloth and leather and even some of their weapons distorting and disappearing into ash, leaving the mingled crowd of men, women, and youths suddenly rather underdressed for the business of dragon fighting.\n\nAs the flames die down, you get to see what a dragon looks like when it's shocked, as it realizes that the crowd it tried to incinerate is just fine, if rather naked. You're not too surprised when its gaze shifts to you, as one of the only still fully clothed (well, relatively) people, and the one wielding a staff. Its lips peel back from its massive black teeth in hate... but then something that it sees makes those ruby eyes widen, as if in shock.\n\nIts huge wings beat repeatedly, and it lurches off of the wall, taking to the sky. In mere seconds, it's disappearing into the distance, leaving you standing there to slowly lower your staff, with a bunch of naked people next to you that are still processing that they're not dead.\n\n"Q-... quick work, Prettystripes." Vera wraps her arms around you and hugs you tightly, though after a moment she slumps against you a little as well. "... I really thought I was going to die... very badly," she adds, trembling a little.\n\n"I'm not going to let that happen," you whisper back, putting your arms around her and giving her a gentle squeeze. "I promise."\n\n"Vera! Cyan!"\n\nDrake and Zara come running, several sprawled people indicating that the big woman finally got tired of being polite and cleared them a path by force.\n\n"Are you two alright?" Drake continues as they draw up close to you.\n\n"Yes, we're okay," you answer, stepping away from Vera just a bit.\n\n"... Did the horses get away?" Vera asks, glancing around, obviously doing her best to compose herself.\n\n"Aye, seems like," Zara grunts. "We're not having such a good time of it, eh? What now, though?"\n\nYou glance at Vera, but she glances at you. Apparently your ability to save an entire crowd from dragonfire (a crowd that is now covering themselves and gradually dispersing, most still seeming in a bit of a daze) has elevated you to party leader. So you consider... what's the best next step?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go right to the Duke.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Rest and recuperate.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Deal with the dragon directly.|GGTief]]

You sigh, then stand and head over to the fridge, pulling out one of the clear tubes and one of the wrapped snacks. Really, in the end, what else can you do but accept what's happened? It's been how you've handled this whole crazy situation so far anyway, going with the flow of each new dynamic that arises. You suppose you could say "and look where that's gotten you", but hey, you're still alive. You fiddle with the top of the tube until you figure it out (tastes pretty much like Coke) and rather more easily open the candy bar (tastes pretty much like a Snickers). \n\nOnce you've had your snack, you unpack the deck of cards and head over to the table to lay out a game of solitaire. After several games, you start to think of how <i>bored</i> you're getting. According to Mal she had it even worse after her first hunt, but at least you know what's going on... and you have to admit, it's already got you thinking that you definitely want to trade up to something better and more entertaining the next time. You keep coming back to that thought and it winds up with you eventually putting the cards back in the pack and instead turning to doing pushups and situps, as that's the only exercises you can really do effectively in this space.\n\nYou've managed to work up a decent sweat when you hear the door slide open again. You blink and sit up fully, unconsciously letting your legs spread as you balance yourself. There's a tall, naked man standing at the doorway holding a tray. His skin is dark brown, and a series of bumps and ridges lead up from the bridge of his nose to turn into growths from his forehead, actually giving him a short ridge of horns that hold his white hair back from his face. His broad shoulders and muscles make him look like he should be fighting in an arena or something instead of bustling trays, but then for all you know he comes from a race of pacifists. Instead of a metal band around his wrist, he has a collar around his neck. And down below... well, he's wearing a seal, too, though his conforms fully to the shape of his cock and balls, rendering them in a stark outline rather than full detail, meaning a thick, limp tube draping down over a round bulge.\n\n"Your evening meal," he announces in a deep voice, lifting the tray slightly as if to make sure you understood its purpose.\n\n"Uh. Yeah. Table's fine." In truth, your heart is hammering in your chest and you're stuck staring at him as he carries the tray over. Seeing him has your entire body tingling and on edge, as if a thousand little voices were all whispering 'breed breed breed breed' in your head at once. You stand up and make your way over as he sets the tray down, staring at his bare, very toned ass in a way you've never stared at any butt before, let alone a guy's. When he turns around you almost jump a little bit, your cheeks flaming. "Er... I don't suppose you could... or that you wanted to...?" He blinks at you, apparently either uncomprehending or not being the sort to finish someone's sentence for them. You bite your lower lip, then manage, "If you don't have to go right away, would you like to stick around and maybe... do stuff?"\n\n"Ah. Do you wish to have sex...?" he asks, blinking as if only just now getting that.\n\n"Um. Y-yeah."\n\n"This is the end of my shift, and I am allowed a free period after. Very well, let us copulate."\n\n<hr>\n[[... Yay?|BadCypher8x15]]

Still feeling uncertain, you take the stranger by the hand and lead him over towards the bed. Considering the differences in his height and yours, getting on your knees wouldn't quite work, so instead you sit down on the edge of the bed and lean forward. You'd never actually thought of doing something like this with a guy before... but then, you were never a girl before. You reach out and touch his seal-covered shaft, wrapping your hand around it and starting to pump lightly. The material is perfectly smooth, but you can feel the warmth of him through it as he begins to harden in your hand. You almost instantly give in to temptation and lean forward, sliding your mouth over the head and sucking eagerly on it, your hand pumping along the shaft even faster as he gets bigger and longer, the covered head of his prick expanding slightly but steadily in your mouth. \n\nAlmost as an afterthought you give a little 'mmf' and pull back, leaving the white-shrouded head glistening with saliva. You continue pumping along his shaft with one hand, while you bring your other up to fondle the round sack covering his balls. The seal is marked with the same green-glowing symbol both on the top of his shaft and the front of his ballsack... you suppose so it doesn't get obscured on one or the other. "Um, sorry, what's your name?"\n\n"In the common language, my name translates to 'Stallion'," he answers, his expression as stoic as ever even as his cock throbs in your hands.\n\n"S-seriously?" Part of your brain wants to find that funny, but the rest of you is screaming how much hotter that makes him. "Um, well, my name's Erica," you supply, the feminine version of your name slipping out without you quite realizing it. But before you can correct yourself, you've again given into the temptation to stuff your mouth full of his cock, gulping at it with a lot of enthusiasm and almost no technique. He doesn't seem to mind... he doesn't seem to react much at all, really, despite the throbbing of his member between your lips indicating he's probably enjoying it.\n\nYou use both hands to stroke his length, thinking that 'Stallion' is actually a pretty apt name for him. The taste of the seal on your tongue is, well, pretty much neutral, like the taste of paper or clean cloth, you're not sure which. It slides easily between your lips and over your tongue, though with your lack of inexperience you're unlikely to get more than a few inches of it down. Indeed, your cock-frenzied attempts at deepthroating it mostly just result in loud gagging and harder gulping, churned-up saliva slipping past your lips.\n\nWhen you pull back gasping for breath, Stallion seems to take that as his cue to take action. Still as silent and grim-faced as ever, he lifts you and then pushes you back onto the bed, climbing on top. His lips part and his surprisingly long and very purple tongue slides out, starting to lick and tease at your nipples with amazing agility. You writhe atop the sheets, moaning and gasping. One hand twists a fistful of the covers, while the other manages to grip his hard cock again and tug needfully at it, pleasuring him as he works your sensitive pink nubs.\n\nBut after a time he draws back and easily flips you over on the bed, pulling on your hips to get you to raise your ass in the air, while one big hand pushes your head down to keep you from getting on all fours. Without hesitation his long agile tongue goes to work on your bare pucker, instantly reducing you to a mewling and squirming mess as you press your cheek against the bed. His large thumb presses against the base of your sealed pussy, rubbing at the outline of your clit through it as he tongues your asshole, making you cum over and over again as he silently works your sweaty, squirming body like a machine.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue|BadCypher8x16]]

This time your awakening is slower and comfier, and you find yourself laying on a rather soft bed and looking up at a silver-white ceiling. As memories of what just happened come flooding back, you quickly sit up and look at yourself, patting at your body. You're still a girl, but you're back to the trim, lithe shape you were in when you awoke in the jungle. There's no sign of the massive inflation of your belly or breasts that you underwent when laying eggs, not so much as a single stretch mark. Was it all a dream?\n\nYou're naked again, save for the countdown watch on your wrist and... something... on your crotch. It looks like a wedge of white cloth or paper applied over your pussy, though there's a glowing blue design on it. A few investigatory pokes and scratches reveal that it's sealed against your skin as if it were part of you, and yields faintly but is otherwise impermeable. It's as if your pussy has been sealed shut. After taking in this strange(r than usual) development, you look at the countdown watch... it shows sixty hours and change in red numbers. So... red means the hunt is stopped, yellow means it's about to start, green means it's on? Apparently there are rules to this whole thing.\n\nYou look around. The room has a vaguely high-tech look to it, and is furnished about like a decent-ish hotel room. There's the bed you're laying on, a table and chairs (though it looks like they're attached to the floor), a shelf with what looks like a minifridge and a small package sitting on it, and two doorways, one open and one closed. The closed one doesn't have any visible means of opening it... no handle, no control pad, nothing. You get up and do some exploring... the open doorway is to a bathroom as you might expect, with what's obviously a toilet, sink, and basic shower. The fridge has little clear cylinders of different-colored liquids and little wrapped items in it... none of them have labels, but you're guessing from the color and shape that they're equivalent to sodas, candy bars, and maybe bags of nuts. The package turns out to be a deck of cards, pretty much exactly like a poker deck from back home. The closed doorway doesn't do anything when you approach, or when you knock on it. It may be appointed like a hotel, but it's obviously a prison cell.\n\nYou sit down to ponder your situation, wondering if there's anything you can actually do to escape. It's only a few minutes before the doorway slides open and someone steps in. To your surprise it's a human woman. Tall, with short black hair and bright green eyes, her naked body showing off well-developed muscles and C-cup breasts with dark pink nipples. She's also got a fair number of tattoos... cheetah-like spots along the sides of her legs and arms, some sort of elaborate sun design around her bellybutton, curling Celtic-style vines capping her shoulders. Like you, the only things she's wearing are a metal band on her wrist and a white patch over her sex, though hers has a different symbol in glowing blue marks on it. The door slides closed as she enters the room.\n\n"Hey there. They sent me over to give you a bit of a rundown. Not everyone gets an actual explanation... the Raptarrans must have high hopes for you," she says, resting her hands on her toned hips. "So, feel free to ask any questions you like, I'll do my best to answer them."\n\n(These are not branch choices. You can select different options to learn more of the story and then come back here for more. Or, if you've already played this storyline before, simply choose "That's all I can think of.")\n\n<hr>\n[[Who are you?|BadCypher8x12a]]\n\n[[What's going on?|BadCypher8x12b]]\n\n[[What are these things on our crotches?|BadCypher8x12c]]\n\n[[Is it possible to escape?|BadCypher8x12d]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|BadCypher8x13]]

"That's all I can really think of," you say, shaking your head.\n\n"Alright then. Well, if you do good enough to start earning some privileges, I'll probably see you again. Give me a call when you earn the right to use the comm system!" Mal calls, giving you a wave over her shoulder as she walks out, as well as giving her bare ass a little shimmy before the door slides closed behind her. She may not have started life as a female, but she's clearly embraced it at this point. You watch her go, then settle into the chair, turning thoughts over in your mind.\n\nYou didn't really escape the Raptarrans for all that long, when you think about it. And that's when you had a highly advanced suit of combat armor to help you. Now you're in the heart of their own world with what's probably a tracking device on your wrist. Escape looks highly unlikely. You could try it anyway, you suppose. Or you could do as Mal suggested... make your peace with your situation and be as happy and successful as possible. Of course you could always take the middle road... do your best to succeed, but never for a moment stop hating and resenting your captors and looking for any way to strike back against them. Finally, there's always simply refusing to cooperate at all.\n\nYou could see how things go, but really... you've got all the information it seems like you're likely to get. Whether you rebel now or later, does it really make any difference? If you decide to keep an open mind about rewards, aren't you admitting that you're likely to be swayed by them? In the end, it just seems best to decide what to do right away, rather than dither about.\n\n<hr>\n[[Attempt escape.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Make the best of it.|BadCypher8x14]]\n\n[[Reluctantly cooperate.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Refuse completely.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]

At this point, you're too close to it, running seems likely to accomplish nothing but making you die tired. Steeling yourself, you take a deep breath before charging right at the beast, howling a battle cry. As you hoped that actually seems to startle it a little, and the creature pauses long enough for you to close the distance. You bring the shaft of your makeshift spear down across its muzzle and the thing rears back some, letting out a strange echoing shriek. You jab the spear at its face a few times and give a few more shouts, hoping that will be enough to convince it you're not a meal and chase it off. \n\nInstead it wheels and snaps at you, its jaws closing with enough force that you actually feel a little of the blowback from it. You quickly yank your spear out of the way as it swings, not wanting your only weapon to be destroyed. You jab towards its eyes, forcing it to rear back a little again, then scramble towards a nearby tree. You shimmy upward, the strange animal quickly pursuing you and snapping its jaws at you as you climb. You feel the rush of air and pressure against your bare pussy and, aside from the strangeness, are briefly glad for your prior gender swap so that you could avoid a more impromptu one just now.\n\nYou only get high enough that you're a little above the beast before you wrench yourself from the tree and hurl yourself onto its back. Landing on its fuzzy back and clenching your legs, you quickly bring your spear up... you're not here to try and ride the creature, you want to kill it! Having remembered something about the vulnerable spot of at least one of the animals it resembles, you drive the spearhead into its mane, towards where you think the base of the skull is. The spearpoint isn't very sharp, but between your muscles and desperation and some luck, you hit the right spot and drive the spear home. The beast gives an awkward, gurgling yowl and then topples underneath you, sending you leaping desperately from its back and rolling to get clear. \n\nAs you start to push yourself up to your hands and knees, there's another loud, animalistic shriek, but from a decidedly different throat than the creature you just killed. The Raptarran thuds against your back, knocking you sprawling again even as it grabs at your hips, hauling your ass upward. One of its feet keeps your spear clamped to the ground even as you grab for it, but you instantly forget your weapon at the shocking feeling of the Raptarran's long, throbbing cock plunging into your newly-crafted pussy. You're completely overcome by the sensation of being spread around it, filled with it, your cunt practically melting around it as the alien begins pumping into you.\n\nYou moan like a whore as the raptor-like being pistons its prick into your pussy, your brain assaulted by base primal urges to be bred. If you could think straight you'd wonder if your new body had a little more done to it than just having its gender changed. You dig your toes in against the mossy ground as you're raptor-fucked not ten feet from the body of the massive alien monster you just killed. Arousal dribbles down your thighs and drips to the already damp jungle floor, your hips jerking and working your trim teenage ass back towards the thrusts of the predator that's been hunting you.\n\nAfter what seems like both an eternity and an instant, the Raptarran thrusts forward, its clawed hands yanking you back against it as it floods your cunt with its cum. You know, absolutely <i>know</i> it's impregnating you, and your eyes roll up in your head and your entire body quakes with the intensity of your orgasm. Your pussy clamps down on the alien's prick firmly, not letting a single drop escape, making sure that you're as knocked up as it's possible to be. The raptor gives another hooting howl as it thrusts forward again, working its cock just that much deeper into you, your second orgasm from its movement layering over the first. The pleasure overwhelms you, and you feel consciousness slipping away, even as the Raptarran begins thrusting again, apparently intending to get itself off a few more times whether you're awake to enjoy it or not.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|BadCypher8x11]]

When you awaken again, you're in some sort of lab area, suspended spread-eagled at an angle, your arms and legs encased in metal restraints, some sort of mask or muzzle clamped to your lower face. You stare wide-eyed at the Raptarrans moving about the room, most of them obviously male due to the swinging sacks (and some with jutting erections) between their legs, though you do see a few without as well. One of them notices you're awake and gives you a sharp-toothed smirk, before walking over and pulling down a lever arm with several attachments. It unhooks a pair of hoses with suction cups on the ends, then slips them over your puffy pink nipples, suction immediately yanking them tight and causing you to give a muffled yelp and moan behind your gag.\n\nThat seems to be the signal for the others, and they all begin taking positions around the room. One of the Raptarrans... specifically, one of them that's sporting an erection... walks over and gives you its own toothy smirk as it raises an injection gun. Placing the nozzle against your stomach, it gives you just long enough to stare in confusion and fear before pulling the trigger. There's a hiss as the blue liquid inside the reservoir slowly disappears, and you can feel warmth penetrating deep into your stomach and spreading throughout your entire body. You begin panting behind the mask as you feel yourself flush with arousal, your pussylips growing puffy and wet, your nipples hardening even further inside the suction cups.\n\nYou stare down at yourself in utter shock as your stomach begins to bulge outwards, as if watching your own pregnancy progress at high speed. Of course it quickly becomes obvious that that's <i>exactly</i> what you're seeing as your breasts begin to swell too. Soon milk is being pulled out of your nipples in a steady stream, trickling visibly through the hoses and into a large collection tank at the base of the arm. You're torn between orgasm and horror at how unbelievably good it feels getting so pregant and being milked and the fact that this is happening to you, when you weren't even a girl two days ago!\n\nYour stomach continues to swell and round out until you look not only pregnant, but massively pregnant, as if with twins or triplets (and a bit overdue besides). You think you can see slight bulges in places where your belly isn't totally round, but it's a bit hard to see past your huge, milky tits. They'd look more at home on a cow, udders bigger than your head and easily on their way to filling the collection tank despite it being multiple gallons, at least. You feel a spasm in your pussy, and though you know contractions are supposed to be painful, this one's more like an orgasm all of its own. One of the (apparently) female Raptarans steps forward as your pussy begins gushing girlcum all over the floor, seemingly taking it as a signal.\n\nYou can feel something wide and smooth stretching you out from within as it slides down your cunt. Every orgasmic spasm of your pussy pushes it further and further along, until finally you give one last muffled scream as it slips out of you. Smirking, the Raptarran female raises a dripping, whitish oblong shape roughly the size of a football. You've just laid an egg! And from the fresh spasms in your cunt and the way your belly is still swelled, it's far from the last one. The Raptaran female quickly sets the egg into a nearby nook on a shelf, then returns to between your legs. She even reaches out and teases at your clit with her claws lightly, coaxing a few more birth-gasms out of you.\n\nBy the time all is said and done, you've laid an even dozen eggs, and filled four of the milk containers. Your sweaty, exhausted body hangs limp in the restraints, your blonde hair plastered against your head. One of the Raptarrans actually pets your head a few times, and you feel a rather irrational sense of affection and pride before you slip back into unconsciousness.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|BadCypher8x12]]

"I think we should split up," both of you say. And despite the fact that the exact same words in the exact same tone came out of your mouth at the exact same time, you can't suppress just the tiniest twinge of hurt when you hear it. Still, probably for the best, since it's just to weird seeing her glance aside and rub her upper arm just as you're doing the same thing.\n\n"That's understandable," Celest says, though there's some sadness in her voice as she does. "Alright then, so if you don't want to stay together the way you are now, the way I see it there are three options. Either [[one of you can go to Earth and one can stay with me|GGAlien5x1]], or both of you can go back to Earth."\n\n"Wait, how can both of us go back to Earth?" you ask, the other you cutting herself off halfway through asking the same thing. "People would probably notice that we looked identical and all."\n\n"I can [[send one of you back to a different place on Earth|GGAlien4x1]]," Celest explains. "With a bit of genetic manipulation and some mental implants, and with me manipulating records in the Earth computers, I can create a whole new outward identity for one of you. That you would have to leave her old life behind, obviously, but you'd have a whole new one, and I'd make sure you were set up so that you were comfortable and never had to worry about money or anything else."\n\n"Wait, you said there were three options," the other you cuts in, just as you were about to. "That was only two, what's the third?"\n\nCelest hesitates, her tentacles twitching a little, before she says, "Well, I don't necessarily like this, because it just feels a little... deceitful, even if you agree to it. But I could [[alter your memories|GGAlien3x2]]," she explains. "And also alter one of you's appearance. One of you would stay Cyan, but lose all memory of this. The other would become someone else. I'd do my best to keep you close to the same personality and background, and I wouldn't get too extreme with changing your appearance either, but... you'd definitely be a different person. That means that one Cyan would kind of... disappear," she says quietly. "Which is another reason I don't necessarily like this option. It sort of feels like killing somebody, even if it's also creating somebody new at the same time. But... this isn't about my discomfort, it's about what you two think is best, and I'll do anything to make this situation right. So if that's what you two decide, I'll get it taken care of, and neither of you will know this ever happened."

"Um, what's this?" you ask, glancing over at where Tanya's fiddling with a small thermostat.\n\n"Hm?" The near-naked blonde walks over, then grins as she sees what's got you curious. "Oh, that. That's some stuff Daddy and I use for a particular kind of play." Then her eyes light up as she looks you up and down. "Actually... yes, that's definitely perfect for you."\n\nShe grabs up the bag and hefts it, then carries it over to what looks like some sort of small table with a padded top. Setting the bag beside it, she patpats the top. "C'mon, climb up and lay on your back... baby," she adds, smirking.\n\nConfused, you nevertheless do as she says, clambering up onto the table and laying down. You yip a bit as she hauls your ass closer to the edge, then bends down to unzip the bag. The first thing she draws out is some more wetwipes... though as she cracks the container, you can tell these are scented with something fruity and sweet. You squirm as she cleans off your cock and wipes your ass, wriggling her finger into your pucker. Then she ducks off to the side briefly, snagging something off one of the shelves and messing with it where you can't see. You gasp as something the shape and about half the size of a chicken egg is pushed into your ass, your hole spreading and then closing around it as Tanya uses her middle finger to push it in deep.\n\nThen Tanya pulls something else out of the bag, some bright cylinder, and pops the top before giving it a few light shakes over your crotch. It takes you a moment to place the intensely familiar smell... baby powder? You blush as you suddenly realize what's happening, your stiff cock and balls now covered in a light dusting of white as Tanya pulls a disposable diaper out of the bag. She smirks at your embarrassed face as she lifts your legs up and together and then tilts them back, lifting your ass to slide the pink-waistbanded, cartoon pony-patterned thing under your butt before lowering you back onto it. She arranges your legs properly before swinging the diaper up, the absorbant inner material rubbing against your hardon as she fastens the tabs.\n\nYou gasp as the egg inside you suddenly buzzes to life, right before Tanya clips the battery pack to the waistband of your diaper. You squirm in place on the changing table as she puts a pair of little pink ribbons in your hair to give you small, babyish ponytails, then moves to grab one of the strapons from the racks. "Alright, baby, we'll let the egg train your ass for awhile, while you work on your blowjob technique," she announces as she fastens the strapon in place. You give a nod and slowly climb off the changing table, blushing both at the embarrassing plastic crinkle of the diaper and at the sensations of your hard cock and the buzzing vibrator inside you. You settle to your knees in front of Tanya, leaning in as she says, "Alright, let's start with ball-licking..."\n\nAlmost an hour later, you're still taking instruction from the blonde girl as you deep-throat the long rubber cock jutting from her crotch when you can hear the door unlock. You slide your eyes to the side as her father walks in, shrugging out of his button-up shirt. He pauses at the sight, then gets that smug grin on his face. "Well, your parents won't be expecting you back until just before school starts. So, Tanya, decided to introduce the new girl to the diaper bag, did we?"\n\n"I thought he had the look for it, Daddy," Tanya chirps happily, pushing back on your head to slide you off of the strapon, which is now glistening with churned-up spit. You blush up at him as he walks over and looks down at you.\n\n"Well then. If you're the baby, then that makes me...?" he prompts, looking at you expectantly.\n\n"... Daddy," you murmur hoarsely, shivering and feeling more pre ooze out of your cock to soak into the inner lining of the diaper.\n\n"That's right." He then hms a bit more thoughtfully, glancing aside at his daughter. "And that makes Tanya...?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... Big sis?"|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]\n\n[["... Mommy?"|QOKevPlaceholder]]

Thinking of Kevin so enraptured by straight porn that he didn't think twice about pulling out his cock to jerk it in front of someone else, you blush and shake your head. "... Probably not."\n\n"Mm. Shame." He urges you up and off of him, then with a few muttered words and gestures, gets you to stand next to the bed and bend over it, bracing on your hands. Moving behind you, he slides his cock back into your already well-fucked asshole, making you moan as he pumps away at you a bit more leisurely this time, his hands gripping your waist to hold you in place. His much bigger balls slap against your own hairless sack as he fucks you, that long, thick prick making your own slender one bob and sway between your legs.\n\nAfter a few minutes he pulls out and steps aside, and you almost immediately feel something almost equally long and thick, but nowhere near as hot and throbbing, slide in in its place. Tanya's more slender, pink-nailed hands take the place of her father's on your waist as she fucks you with the strapon, stiff rubber balls thumping against your smooth flesh and blood ones now. She gives your ass a few smacks, forcing you to muffle yelps as she rides you with a wicked leer on her lips.\n\nThe two of them take turns fucking you for several minutes at a time, until they've urged at least three more orgasms out of you over the course of what's probably an hour or so. Finally Tanya's father yanks you up and turns you around before shoving you to sit on the floor, stroking his cock off himself and giving a grunt as he starts cumming all over your face. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue somewhat tiredly, still eager to taste his load as he paints you up with it. Once he's eased every last milky drop out, the last glob falling to smear over your pink tongue, he and Tanya step back, admiring the view. "Alright, slut. You sleep here in Tanya's room tonight. Tomorrow, the real fun begins."\n\nOnce they're gone, having clicked the lights out, you find some convenient wet wipes to clean your face before flopping naked on Tanya's bed and almost immediately plummeting into sleep. You're awakened by Tanya shaking you, the college-age girl wearing nothing but a black thong as she orders you to get out of bed and follow her. You rub at your eyes a bit as she leads you down the stairs and into the kitchen, the sky outside the windows just barely starting to lighten.\n\nTanya sets a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice that looks like it contains half the bottle in front of you. "Eat up, scrub, Daddy's orders," she says with a smirk as she sits down to her own similar breakfast. "You'll need the fluids. And nutrients."\n\n"Um." You blush as you start eating. "What do you mean, exactly?"\n\n"I mean, as of now your summer, and your ass, belongs to me and Daddy. But mostly Daddy." She snickers, then makes a small annoyed noise as some milk drips onto her perfect tan tits. She swipes it up with a fingertip and licks it clean, then gestures at you with her spoon as she continues. "Mom got called on an extended business trip until who-knows-when last night, s'why me and Daddy were 'celebrating'. Today he's gonna send Kevin off, and convince your parents to let you go with him. 'Cept he's gonna think you went home last night, and you're staying here."\n\n"Send Kevin... where?" you ask cautiously, taking another spoonful of cereal, since it's apparently orders.\n\n"Military summer camp."\n\nYou almost choke on the frosted wheat, coughing and spluttering, and barely remembering to keep your voice down. "M-military summer camp?! Th-that's even a thing?!"\n\n"Yeah. Oh, don't feel too bad, Daddy was gonna do that anyway to get him out of our hair, he was just gonna wait until you were gone to make less of a scene," she adds, waving her spoon dismissively. "Now c'mon, finish up. S'posed to take you out to the shed to hide out until Kevin's packed off, and to get you started on some training."\n\nYou're not sure whether 'training' sounds ominous or sexy... maybe ominously sexy. Still, you obediently finish up your breakfast, then follow the near-naked coed into the backyard and out to the poolhouse. Once inside, she tugs a key out of the waistband of her panties and unlocks one of the doors you'd always assumed held more dangerous tools and chemicals, but, well, obviously turns out to hold a lot of naughty stuff. You stare around at the shelves and racks on the walls that look like the displays for a porn store, and it looks like there are a number of DVD cases and even VHS tapes, to increase the comparison.\n\n"Daddy likes an ass he can slide into really easily, and apparently your little near-virgin butt is too tight," Tanya says with a smirk as she turns back to face you, resting her hands on her hips. "So pick out something to start with while I lock up and get the AC turned on, it'll be stuffy in here way too fast without it."\n\nBlushing, you duck your head in a quick nod, before hesitantly moving over to one wall and starting to look along the shelves. Thinking of which of these toys you're going to have Tanya slipping into your ass already has your cock raising up, gradually starting to jut into the air. You almost stumble over something and look down... it's a large, rectangular, sort of squishy-looking bag. It's colorful and kind of childlike... definitely completely out of place amidst the rest of this stuff.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask about the bag.|QOKevPorn4x4]]\n\n[[Just pick a toy.|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]

You slowly stand up, letting your already loosened drawstring pants fall to the floor as you do. Still blushing and nervous, you pull off your shirt as you walk over, dropping it on the floor as well before sitting, naked, on the bed beside Tanya's father. He smirks, reaching down to grab one of your hands and move it to his cock, encouraging you to wrap around it. "You want this, huh?" At your lipbite and little nod, he smirks. "You want to be my little bitch like Tanya, is that it?"\n\n"Y-yes," you whisper.\n\n"Alright then." He pulls away from you and moves to lay back on the bed, Tanya getting up and moving over to her computer chair to settle in it and turn it to face the bed. Her father lays back on the bed, hands behind his head, then nods downward towards his cock and his slightly spread legs. "Get to work, then, slut."\n\nYou shiver all over at that, but give a tiny nod and crawl up onto the bed between his legs. You wrap a hand around that big adult cock again and begin stroking it softly, then lean in to drag your tongue along the underside of the head. You roll your eyes, watching him grin assuredly down at you as you continue licking at the shaft and head of his cock. Then you slide your mouth over the head and start slurping more of it into your mouth. You can feel him growing fully hard again against your hand and inside your mouth, standing up taller and thicker in the air. He tastes all... salty, and hot, and something sort of musky that you guess must be Tanya's ass.\n\nFeeling like you've got something to prove, with that smug way he's looking at you, you pull out every trick you've seen in what little porn you've had access to. Raising your mouth off his cock, you duck down to lick at his balls, flicking your tongue over them before sucking one into your mouth, closing your eyes briefly at the wicked sensation of sucking on a grownup's sack, your cock giving a little throb where it dangles between your legs. Then you raise back up and slide your mouth back down over his cockhead, shifting your gaze back up to watch his face as you dip your head lower and lower, trying to get more of it in.\n\nYou gag some as his cock nudges the back of your throat. Before you can really think of what else to do or whether you want to try again, one of his hands moves to the back of your head and gives a push, forcing you further down, his cockhead forcing the tight ring of your throat open around it. Your eyes widen as you're gradually forced further and further down on his cock, your hands moving to his thighs and squeezing as you're pushed slowly and steadily down until your chin is against his balls. Your eyes roll up a little from the lack of breath, and just from the sensation of having a cock so deep down your throat, your own prick dribbling pre onto the sheets.\n\nOnce he lets you up you quickly pull your mouth off his cock, gasping and coughing, some churned-up spit briefly connecting the tip of his cock and your lip. But he just looks at you expectantly, and after only a moment's hesitation you slide your mouth back over it. Your throat opens a bit easier this time, and you're able to take him down it on your own, though you still make some noises he apparently rather likes to judge by the way his cock throbs against your lips and tongue.\n\n"That's enough," he finally murmurs. "Now get up here and slide that little bitch pussy down on me."\n\nYou pull up, blushing again but obeying his orders, clambering up. You try to emulate Tanya's posture of earlier, almost stumbling a few times, before finding your balance and slowly lowering yourself. Your hole brushes up against his cock a few times before you get it right, then moan as you actually start sliding down on him, his cock spreading your tight, virgin asshole open. You get about halfway down before he grabs your waist and starts moving you, making you ride him and take him a bit deeper with every thrust. Soon that big, thick adult cock is buried deep in your tight teenage ass, pumping in and spreading you open. You lean your hands back against his legs, your back arched with skinny belly and chest curved, your own hard young cock bouncing as you ride him.\n\nPanting and gasping, you glance aside towards Tanya, seeing that she's got one hand tucked between her legs and lazily frigging herself, the other holding her cellphone, apparently capturing video of the whole thing. You should be worried about that, you know, but instead at the moment you're just turned on, whimpering eagerly at the thought of your eager debauchery with an older man caught on camera. Tanya's father's hands urge you to ride faster and faster, until you're almost slapping against his hips, crying out softly and near-constantly as he pounds your ass. When he suddenly yanks down and you feel a wet warmth spreading deep inside you, you shudder all over, your cock starting to spurt thin streams of milky white all over his belly.\n\n"My my, you are quite the girl... cumming just from getting fucked in your hot little hole," he murmurs appreciatively. Once your panting and gasping has slowed enough, he sits up a bit, rolling his hips to make his cock work around in your ass and making you moan again. "So, slut, let me ask you this... you think Kevin would appreciate my fat dick up his ass as much as you did?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]\n\n[[No.|QOKevPorn4x3]]

This... is about a billion times sexier and naughtier than watching porn on TV. You push down the front of your pajama pants enough to slip your cock free and wrap a hand around it, slowly pumping your dick as you watch Tanya get fucked up the ass by her father.\n\nAfter a few moments, he pulls out of her and moves to sit on the side of the bed and lean back some. Tanya moves to straddle his lap, balanced on the balls of her feet, and slowly lowers her ass back down onto cock as he holds it into place for her. Her pussy is practically aimed right towards you as her father grips her hips and starts guiding her to ride him quickly, her big tan tits bouncing merrily as she moans loudly. "Your cock feels so good in my ass, Daddy, oh fuck, oh yes..."\n\n"Yeah, you like my cock in your bitch ass, don't you baby?" he growls, slipping his hands up to grab her tits and give them a squeeze. She gasps loudly and begins moving faster on top of him, occasionally pausing on the downthrust to work her hips around. Her pussy drips onto his balls as she moves on top of him, smooth-shaven sex glistening and puffy in the light. She grits her teeth and purses her lips in a little 'ooo' as her father pinches at her nipples, before his hands slide down to her waist and urge her back into quick riding, the thrusts having enough force to slap her ass against his lap and make her tits bounce energetically.\n\nYou can tell they're getting close, mostly because their movements are becoming more frenzied, and because Tanya starts gasping out "Cum in my ass cum in my ass cum in my ass!" Hearing her just go off like that has you getting pretty close too, and your hand quickens on your cock. About the time Tanya's father yanks her down hard and she bites her lip to muffle a scream of climax, you let out your own muffled little moan and cum, your load hitting the edge of the door and smearing across the painted wood.\n\nUnfortunately, one of your legs chooses that moment to cramp because of the semi-crouched position you've been in added to the stimulation of your orgasm. You yelp as you're sent toppling forward, knocking the door open, barely managing to turn and partially catch yourself on one arm, mostly to avoid landing on anything stiff and vulnerable. You look up in horror to see a pair of very surprised people on the bed staring at you in shock. And then... both give a little laugh.\n\n"Well if it isn't Kevin's little buddy." Tanya smirks down at you, giving her shoulders a slight shake to make her tits jiggle. "What's up, kiddo? Enjoying the show?"\n\n"Uh," you reply.\n\nSnickering, Tanya climbs off her father, his still half-hard cock slipping out of her ass and flopping against his belly. She shifts to one side to sit on the side of the bed, a bit of space between them, both of them looking at you and grinning. Not exactly the response you would have figured them to have. Slowly, you get to your knees, blushing and trying to cover yourself, but that just makes both of them laugh a little again.\n\n"Well, since you were obviously enjoying watching... why not join in?" Tanya says, patting the bed behind her. "C'mon over. Have a seat. Let's have some fun."\n\nYour eyes widen again, your face coloring. She's seriously asking you to...? Your cock, if possible, stiffens further behind your hands, offering its opinion.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go sit by Tanya.|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go sit by Tanya's dad.|QOKevPorn4x2]]\n\n[[Sit between them.|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Retreat!|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]

Hey, they're not exactly big candies, if you're gonna snag one you may as well snag two, right? Besides, this way you can snicker immaturely as you make an internal joke about popping some chocolate balls in your mouth as you... well, pop the chocolate balls in your mouth and chew. Almost immediately the crunch of the dried malt turns into a squishy, gooey sensation, filling your mouth and coating your tongue and throat as you swallow suddenly at the unexpected sensation. 'Huh! That was weird, these are definitely custom, and they... tasted really good...'\n\nThe sensation hits you suddenly enough that you stagger a little, lightheaded from the wave of pressure and pleasure that sweeps over almost the entire front of your body. You shake your head to try and clear it, but it's only building, and you gasp loudly as you look down to see that your breasts are rapidly growing, expanding outwards and pressing against your shirt, sliding it up over your belly. But from what you can see of your belly, it's pushing out from beneath your shirt as well, swelling and turning pinker and rounder, sticking out from you, and pressing harder on the waistband of your jeans. "W-what... fuuuuuck," you groan, staggering back and forth as the heat of the strange transformation coming over you washes through your body. It's all happening so fast you can barely process the way your tits are wobbling around with a distinct sloshing noise, or the additional pressure on the front of the pink thing growing from your belly. You wince as the tightness from where it's pressing against your waistband grows to the painful point, making you start to reach for it.\n\nBefore you can even touch your jeans, the button and zipper give up the ghost, snapping and spilling what's now obviously an udder free, at the same time your tits tear through your shirt and drop heavily. The simultaneous bursting forth from your clothes and subsequent sped-up growth overbalances you and spills you forward, landing on your front... and on top of your expanded tits and new udder as they continue swelling, tightening with milk, lifting you up further and further. You moan and writhe atop them, soon left straddling your udder as it lifts you entirely off the floor, your still denim-clad legs indenting the sides of it much as your arms are pressing in against the tops of your tits. You helplessly writhe and moan in pleasure as your breasts and udder keep swelling larger and larger, nipples growing thick and long and starting to spurt milk on their own, much as your teats splay out from beneath your udder dribbling milk onto the floor. Your expanding flesh presses out against the candy racks on either side, squeezing them in and lifting you up a bit higher as you entirely fill the aisle, until you're lifted into plain view of the entire store, your eyes rolling and tongue lolled out from a constant strange near-orgasmic feeling of being so full of milk, followed up by an actual orgasm every time some milk splatters out of your overfull boobs and calffeeder.\n\n"Oho, someone not only sampled the MILK Duds, they got a little greedy, huh?" the blonde at the counter notes smugly as she looks up from her magazine, smirking at the sight of you straddling your udder and leaning on your tits. "Well, no worries, dear, I'll get you out of that cramped little aisle... and into a nice facility I've already got waiting for someone like you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGCandy1cxEnd]]

You head for the door, elated at the prospect of possibly stealing a Raptarran ship. You could get out of here and still have something to show for your efforts too! (You somehow doubt Arana will be pleased about you losing every single one of the pirates she sent with you, but you get the sense she'd much rather have Raptarran tech than them. She is kind of a supervillain, right?)\n\nThe moment the door slides open there's a screech and something that sends a very visceral sense of panic slamming straight into your brain, freezing you up just long enough to give you absolutely no chance of defending yourself as you're barreled into and knocked to the floor. You have a half-second of staring up at the massive raptor looming over you with a sharp-toothed leer on its face before instinctively turning onto your front and trying to scramble away and to your feet. The Raptarran hops forward, bringing its foot down on the back of one of your ankles to stop you, while two more leap in from the sides, pinning your arms to the ground near your shoulders, leaving you on your knees with your ass in the air. You look up in fear at the two dinosauroid aliens pinning you, both of them with nearly identical leers... and large, jutting, glistening red spearlike shafts below their bellies. \n\nYour eyes widen further as you can feel the one behind you moving, and the pressure of something traveling along the cleft of your ass... and the sudden sense of air on your suddenly bare and vulnerable pucker as the creature's dewclaw effortlessly slices through your suit. It goes all the way down the front of your crotch, spilling your balls limp cock free of the material, somehow managing not to even so much as scratch you in the process. You still can't help but struggle as you feel it moving again, its clawed forelimbs gripping at your hips, it and the other two exchanging amused-sounding hoots and chirps... before the one behind you gives a yowl of pleasure that overlaps with your yowl of protest as it thrusts its own large cock into your ass.\n\nYou grit your teeth and shake your head in denial as the Raptarran's cock sinks deep into your virgin hole, pushing in deeper and deeper, revealing that it's at least a few inches longer than you are when hard. You can feel its wet heat almost sinking into your flesh as the natural lubricant of its bestial dick coats your inner walls... a heat that feels like it's spreading as it begins pumping its hips, thrusting into you, raping your ass eagerly and without the slightest hint of shame, the other two stiff-dicked aliens looking on with apparent delight as they no doubt wait their turns.\n\nYou continue to shake your head, wanting to refuse to admit that this is happening to you... or your body's reaction as your cock begins to stiffen. You desperately want to deny that your body is starting to love getting fucked, craving more of the dino-like alien's invasion of your tight ass. But soon your cock is jutting below your still-suited belly, bouncing and wobbling with the Raptarran's thrusts into your hole, slinging little strings of pre around as it's jostled. You can feel the Raptarran's cock throbbing inside you, smearing more and more of that aphrodisiac arousal around inside your violated asshole, leaving your body shuddering and twitching and wanting more even as your increasingly battered mind begs for mercy. But when the Raptarran gives a long yowl and thrusts forward, and you feel a hot, wet rush deep inside you, your eyes roll and your tongue juts out as your cock twitches, firing long spurts of cum all over the bait ship's floor as you assgasm hard.\n\nYou slump a little as the Raptarran slowly pulls out of you, your suit retracting into its backpack form as if acknowledging your defeat, leaving you naked on the floor with your still cum-dribbling cock dangling between your thighs and your cum-smeared ass raised high in the air. You listen to the sounds of clicking and feel the shift of weight as the Raptarran behind you moves aside, allowing one of the ones that had been holding your arm to move around and take its place... and you feel its cock sliding into your already thoroughly-fucked and cum-lubed hole.\n\nYou really doubt this will be the last Raptarran cock you take. Even in the next hour.\n\n<hr>\n[[The End.|BadCypher11axEnd]]

Well, duh! Obviously it would be cheerleading!\n\nYou started out the year proving your mettle and being appointed freshman cheer squad captain. You know cheerleaders have a reputation for being snotty and superior, but you don't put up with that from any of your girls. You made it clear that anyone you caught acting like a bully would be booted off and replaced, and no you don't care how pretty they are or who their daddies work for. You've thus assembled a team of fine performance athletes rather than a bunch of cookie-cutter blondes who can barely shake their butts in sync with each other. Your attitude and consistent wins at competitions have made you and your squad extremely popular with the teachers and school board, so they've agreed to send you to a top cheerleading training camp, a rare honor for freshmen-becoming-sophomores.\n\nYou're currently scheduled to travel to the camp by <b>[[bus|CheerBusStart]]</b>. Of course, if that sounds like it would be too much of a bother, you could always hold an event to try and get upgraded to <b>[[plane|SKPlaneStart]]</b> tickets.

<i>I mean... if we're here to have adventures, seems like we ought to go to the Adventurer's Guild, right?</i> you reply. <i>That's where plot hoo-, um, quests are. ... And maybe we'll find opportunities for, y'know... lewd stuff... on the quests they give.</i>\n\n<i>That's a good idea, Master! Plot hooks that can turn lewd are the best kind of plot hooks!</i>\n\n<i>You just said it straight out.</i>\n\nIn the morning, the two of you head downstairs to have breakfast in the inn dining room. Mary chatters on at you in your head about all the potentially lewd twists that could happen from mundane quests until finally you have to drag her back upstairs. Thus it winds up being a bit closer to noon when the two of you walk over to the large building. Inside it's... well, a lot like you'd expect, sort of a cross between a tavern and a social club. ... Not that you've ever really been in either one of those but it sort of fits your mental image. Spotting a desk with an attractive woman with blue hair and red eyes behind it, you walk over. "Uh, hi. I'd like to, um... register... join the guild?"\n\n"Registering as an official adventurer costs ten gold, that entitles you to accepting quests and turning in materials at our facilities," she explains in a very 'customer service' tone, taking out an overlarge piece of paper and laying it on the counter. "You'll need to fill in the information and then put your hand in this square to properly register yourself, then you'll get an ID crystal and your introductory rank." At an 'ahem' from Mary, the counter girl leans forward, briefly giving you a glimpse down her cleavage, before giving an 'ah' and setting out a thin slab of wood and another registration sheet. "My apologies, I've said we need a lower part of the counter for awhile but no one listens."\n\nYou glance at Mary, shrug, and hand her the board and paper, along with the sort-of-a-ballpoint-pen that the blue-haired girl lays out. You suppose technically Mary is your familiar and would fall under your registry, but it looks like she's interested in being registered too. Maybe just to continue passing as a Halfling... Sorceress, it looks like she wrote down. Oh right you guess you better come up with a class name. What's normal for this world? ... You have no idea. You wind up writing down 'Magus' because you saw it in an RPG book once as someone that uses both spells and a sword which you guess is you? Eventually you press a hand to the square on one side of the paper, then lift it after there's a quiet huff noise to find your handprint has been inked down. You take Mary's back when she holds it up to you and pass both to the counter girl, who takes them and heads through a nearby door.\n\n"Meh! More little maggot adventurers getting underfoot! Just because you got tall enough to walk without that sword scraping the ground doesn't mean you're ready for this life, boy!"\n\nYou blink and turn at the sound of the voice from behind you. The speaker is a tall, thin guy with disheveled brown hair and an uneven stubble of beard, his nose a bit crooked and jaw uneven. He's wearing a green cloak and a shirt and pants that are in slightly mismatched styles and colors so that nothing really goes together, and the ostentatious gold-and-rubies sword at one hip clashes horribly in its look with the silver and sapphire scimitar on the other. Overall he looks more like he ought to be hitting you up for a 'toll' to cross a bridge in the middle of nowhere than an adventurer, and yet-\n\n<i>How does a guy like that have two such hot girls with him?</i> you can't help but think to Mary, a little disgusted. The women clinging to the adventurer's arms aren't just pretty, they're both practically naked, showing off large amounts of their perfect skin with skimpy outfits that you guess mean they're either dancers or... ... you're going to assume they're dancers. You think they might be elves, or half-elves at least, considering the points of their ears, one with brown skin and pale hair, the other the typical pale skin and blonde hair, though otherwise they both look pretty similar.\n\n<i>Try to use assessment magic on him, Master, that might help you understand.</i>\n\n<i>Huh? Um, okay. ... 'Assess',</i> you think, wondering if the spell will work without you even saying anything, especially since it's just you... trying out a likely word. But helpfully a bunch of letters and numbers pop up around the adventurer. You have to admit you're pretty surprised... he looked like such an 'arrogant loser' type of character you assumed he'd actually be a wimp. But unless this world uses Disgaea-like levels and numbers his level's pretty high and his stats are good, and it looks like his equipment's top notch too. Apparently he actually is the hot shit he's acting like, besides a jerk.\n\n<i>Dancers are a support class with almost no offensive capability, if they want to go adventuring they have to find someone that's super capable and keeps all the threat off of them,</i> Mary explains as she folds her arms and leans back against your side. <i>Plus, y'know, for some girls a guy's strength is what gets their pussies wet instead of his looks, there's that.</i>\n\n"Hey, didn't you hear me? I said you don't belong here, boy!" the adventurer snaps at you, since you've just sort of been standing there looking at him. "Run home to your mother, you're not strong enough!"\n\n<i>I kinda wanna turn him into something, let's turn him into something,</i> Mary suggests helpfully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, turn him into something, you say?|QOAW]]\n\n[[Nah, knock him off his high horse publicly.|QOAW]]\n\n[[Ignore him.|QOAW]]

You decide that spending some time with Aunt Kelly in the great outdoors would be pretty fun. Besides, she's providing all the camping equipment, which means you likely won't be totally roughing it. Aunt Kelly's pretty well off... you think she's some sort of art dealer, but you've never been entirely clear on that. Your decision made, you head off to tell your parents so that the three of you can call your aunt and make plans.\n\nIt's decided it's easiest to for you to fly and then take a cab, so that's exactly what you do... both of which are entirely mundane. Though as the taxi cruises out of town, you note that going to Aunt Kelly's is practically camping as it is, since she lives well away from town in a lightly wooded area. The taxi pulls up outside an old but well-maintained two-story home... you think it probably counts as a mansion, albeit a smallish one. As you get out of the cab and start unloading your luggage, Aunt Kelly comes out of the house and grabs you up in a hug. You actually look a lot more like her than you do your mom... she has roughly the same build, but with a bit more curvature and torpedo-shaped DD-cups that you hope to have someday too, but otherwise she has the same coloration, her hair worn in a braid instead of a ponytail. But anyone looking at you would probably assume you were mother and daughter, she about five inches taller than you.\n\n"It's absolutely lovely to see you, dear," she says with a smile, grinning and rubbing the top of your head a bit. "I was thrilled you took me up on my offer. Come on, let's get your things inside."\n\nYou blink. "I thought we were gonna leave right when I got here?"\n\n"That was originally the plan, but unfortunately something's come up." Picking up one of your bags, she carries it back up the walk, you snagging your backpack and trotting along after. She shows you into the entryway, the inside of the house mostly done in dark colors to match the dark wood, with brass accents here and there. She sets your bag at the foot of the stairs and turns. "I've got to go out for a few hours. Afraid I'll have to ask you to entertain yourself for awhile. The kitchen's stocked, the entertainment systems are all hooked up to the control panel on the coffee table. If worse comes to worse, I'll be back late and we'll leave in the morning. If I'm going to be that late I'll call and let you know."\n\nShe heads out the door and you watch as she clambers into her black SUV. Well, looks like you're on your own for awhile.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go watch TV.|Camping1x1]]\n\n[[Poke around the house.|Camping2x1]]

"I think you'd be much more attractive as something else," you say thoughtfully as you look him up and down. "Not your usual shapeshifting, obviously. Something more to my taste."\n\n"Whaaat?! Lady please don't turn me into a frog or something!" He pauses, glancing upward. "Oh wait I turn into a frog sometimes on my own anyway."\n\nYou roll your eyes, then slap a hand against his belly, making him yelp and making his cock jump. "I said <i>not</i> your usual shapeshifting." Your smirk returns. "I'm thinking more along the lines of 'inanimate object' or somesuch."\n\n"Wh-what kind of object?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Body piercing.|Rook3x2]]\n\n[[A sex toy.|Rook]]\n\n[[A sex doll.|Rook]]\n\n[[A dildo.|Rook]]\n\n[[A condom.|Rook]]\n\n[[Your cock.|Rook]]

The raptors put the three of you in a pig sty out behind the breeding barn. Though it looks like Callie still has opposable thumbs, all she seems interested in using them for is stroking raptor cock. You're not sure if it was part of the transformation or if her mind just finally broke during it, but she seems perfectly happy wallowing in the mud and getting regularly fucked and gangbanged by your dinosaur keepers. Of course, she's not the only one... you and Jane both receive regular attention as well, getting your pink pig pussies or plump pork butts stuffed speared by big dino dick while you squeal.\n\nOf course, even unattended, you have rather an active sex life. You spend much of your time squelching around in the mud, but quite often Callie takes it into her mind to get a little lesbian pig action going, sucking at your or Jane's teats and using her hooflike fingertips to work your pussies. Once your resistance has broken down, she even 69s with you, you leaning your animal muzzle down to work her still mostly human (but very plump) cunt while she slurps and licks at your animal one. Soon she even has you and Jane taking turns using your broad, powerful tongues on each others' pussies, flat muzzles rubbing against the other female animal's ass as you eat each other out.\n\nYou're not sure how long all this goes on for... there's not exactly a lot to mark the days when you're a farm animal. But one day when you get up, Jane's gone... it's just you and your slightly more upright companion. That night, you notice that some of the scraps in your slop taste an awful lot like porkchops. After a long time of hesitating, you go ahead and eat it anyway. What else is there to do? You're a pig. You eat your slop.\n\nEven if you're pretty sure that someday in the future, you're going to wind up in the slop of the pig-girl currently finger-fucking your cunt while you eat.\n\n<b>Isla Sauria<b> end - <i>Two little pigs</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

"Yeah, sure, tons of fun," you reply, grinning brightly but keeping your voice down. "Looked around the big spooky mansion, hung out with everybody." You grin wider and wiggle your fingers. "Got possessed by a demon, all that fun stuff."\n\nShe laughs at that. "Well, as long as the demon doesn't make your room any messier, sweetheart."\n\n"Heh. I'mma hit the sack, though."\n\n"Alright, sweetie, goodnight."\n\nYou sigh a little to yourself as you head up the stairs. It's so difficult keeping up the pretense of being a mortal. You've existed for almost twelve hours at this point and you haven't raped <i>anybody</i>. How do humans live like this?! You grumble a little as you close the door and take out the host's... well, yours, it's all yours now, after all... your pocket knife and start carefully etching a rune circle in the back of it. You've got the beginnings of a longterm plan going, and you turn it over more and more, considering the possibilities as you work, finishing up that inscription and then moving to do several smaller ones on the walls and around the window. Once you've finished, you let out a relieved huff. There... not only will your "parents" never come in here due to the door ward making them subconsciously refuse to, they also won't hear (or even smell) anything they consider untoward, and the runes around the window will make sure that whoever looks in will see something they consider entirely normal and harmless. Your sanctum established, you strip out of your clothes and resume your true form, skin fading to blue and tits expanding, horns pushing back out and all the other little changes that let you feel like a muscle you'd been holding tensed was finally allowed to relax.\n\nYou flump onto your bed, idly manifesting a cock so you can start casually jerking off while you think. A mortal teenager is actually a surprisingly good path to many ways to build legitimate power, the more you think about it. You have access to a lot of places and people that you can use to get access to even more resources... namely, other people connected to them, and other teenagers. Once you start getting enough mortals under your thumb, you can really start building your power base. Actually trying to build a stronghold on Earth is risky, so you could always take the energy once you've gathered a bunch of it and skedaddle to the lower planes to set yourself up with a lordship in the first five minutes of being there.\n\nYou can't help but grin, though, as your cock throbs in your hand. Still, you never know. Gather enough power, enough followers, and you might just be able to make a go of it right here on Earth, where everything is so much more delicious and wicked and empowering. And your plan will start with...\n\n<hr>\n[[... Mr. Shandor.|GGHH28x1]]\n\n[[... the mall.|GGHH]]\n\n[[... your parents.|GGHH]]\n\n[[... the new school year.|GGHH24x3]]

"I think you'd look rather good decorating me," you answer with a grin. Before he can spout any more idiocy, you reach out your hands and surround his entire body with the black glow of your power.\n\nHis entire head begins to round out, growing larger and more spherical, his shocked and frightened expression starting to gradually smooth out as his features grow smooth and shiny. His whole body presses together ramrod-straight, arms and legs starting to fuse together against his body, boots tugged off his feet which also begin to join together and swell into a sphere. His green skin, as well as the black and purple of his bodysuit, take on a metallic sheen as he begins to shrink, gradually getting smaller and smaller, the distance between the two orbs gradually shrinking until they're barely as far apart as the distanct of your index finger's first joint.\n\nLaughing, you stick out your tongue and float the thing over, unscrewing one of the glistening green metal balls on one end of the purple and black shaft. You hiss a little as you pierce it through your tongue and refasten the end of it, the piercing instantly healing under the glow of your magic. You roll your tongue around inside your mouth, feeling the metal balls of Beast Boy's form rub against the roof and bottom of it, smiling as you feel the tremors of his consciousness inside. He'll have a limited ability to see and hear, for your own amusement, but mostly what he will do is feel. Feel the constant sensation of a woman's hot, wet mouth wrapped around him, caressing him, feeling himself constantly penetrating pliant flesh... but of course unable to cum, since what would he orgasm with? Unable to speak or move, you do wonder how long that vibrant little personality and mind will survive in there.\n\nBut that's a question for months or years on, since it doesn't feel like he'll be giving up the fight any time soon. Still, having him so completely and utterly under your control is giving you a nice boost of power, and you walk out into the hallway and over to Robin's room. Pressing your hands against it, you concentrate on a slow, steady buildup of soothing, arousing mind magic in the room. Not too fast, or clever clever Robin would notice and fight against it. So it takes awhile, but when you open the door he just stands there blinking at you, wobbling a little in place as if he were somewhat drunk.\n\n"What... Raven...?" He shakes his head. "No, you're not-"\n\n"Sshh-sshh-sshh," you soothe, walking over and sinking to your knees in front of him. He looks like he wants to protest, but his hands just twitch aimlessly as you undo his pants and draw out his already stiff cock. Smiling, you lean forward and drag your tongue along the length of it, the Boy Wonder letting out a hiss both at the heat of your tongue but the little shock of cooler feel from the metal of the piercing. You drag his transformed friend around the head of his cock as you swirl your tongue around it, then slide your mouth down, treating Beast Boy to the feel and taste of Robin's cock sliding along his surface.\n\nAfter a few minutes of licking and sucking, you bring Robin right to the edge, the half-insensate superhero gasping and trembling, before his entire body is surrounded by your power and he begins to undergo nearly the same transformation that Beast Boy did. This time, however, once he's finished shrinking down, there's a series of popping sounds, signaling him turning into eight barbells instead, two each of red, green, black, and yellow. Tossing the front flap of your loincloth aside to bare your erect cock, you opt this time for just phasing the barbells in, creating a 'ladder' up the underside of your prick. Whereas Beast Boy will eternally get to feel your mouth wrapped around his entire form, Robin will be eternally feeling and tasting your cock... what a lovely fate for the masculine leader of the Titans, you think.\n\nWith the power of two trapped souls thrumming through you, Cyborg's transformation is already underway before you even walk into the room, his body shrinking and features melding together, organic bits disappearing beneath a sheen of silver. By the time you're finished walking across the room to him, he's already become a sleek, artistically-shaped silver buttplug, the 'jewel' on the end blue like one of his implants. Giggling, you pick it up and slip it behind you, moaning at the cold touch of the metal as it presses open and slides into your pucker. "Like being inside my ass, baby?" you coo in the tone of a lover's dirty talk, before laughing lightly at your own joke.\n\nSuitably decorated with the boys of the team, you turn your attention to Starfire and Raven. Hm... you could go after them just as they are, and probably make quick work of them... but you can see several more satisfying options from letting them split up, too.\n\n<hr>\n[[Quick work of both.|Rook]]\n\n[[One at a time.|Rook]]

You catch yourself about to lick your lips and force yourself not to look so nervous. You're pretty sure from observing her that you know the answer that would please her the best, but you still think you might be taking a risk. But here goes.\n\n"I think the most important thing is to do every task so that you get it right the first time, even if it takes a bit longer than the company would like."\n\nThough Mrs. Lane's expression doesn't change that much, you do sort of get the sense that she's deliberately keeping it that way now. "Oh? Really?"\n\n"Like the saying goes, 'measure twice, cut once', right?" you answer, giving her your best smile. "In a corporate environment, if you don't measure twice and go ahead and cut, a lot worse can happen than just needing to buy another board, right?"\n\n"Mm. Indeed, though 'another board' might be an actual consequence." Mrs. Lane actually, finally smiles a bit. "Very well, Ms. Teele, I think that you'd be a wonderful fit here with us at TrainInc."\n\n"I'm really glad to hear that," you admit, trying not to sound <i>too</i> relieved.\n\n"Yes, I thought you might be, considering that our background check discovered no current place of residence." Her smile turns slightly sympathetic as you blush. "I'll write a letter of recommendation to the apartment manager myself, if you like." She returns her gaze to the folder, mming quietly. "Now, we'd like you to start immediately, and there are three positions available as long as you can begin today."\n\n"Certainly," you answer, feeling your head spin a little. Now that you have this new job, it's moving so fast! But wow, you're employed! And might even have a place to live before the end of the day!\n\n"Firstly, we have a position open in the data entry pool. It is one of the lowest positions at the company, and you'll be on a temp-to-hire probationary position. However, after forty-five days, should your performance warrant it, you will become a full employee of TrainInc. and immediately receive full benefits and a small raise. One year from today you'll become eligible for internal promotion to a variety of positions, based on elective training courses you may have taken during your time in data entry. If you're interested in a more immediately permanent and better-paying position, albeit one with slightly less independent upward mobility, one of our executives requires a personal assistant slash secretary. His own departed the company rather suddenly and he needs someone right away. While you wouldn't be offered automatic interviews for other positions, you would have the opportunity to move through the company with him as he himself is promoted, and seek out other options if you care to. Finally, we do have need of a Logistics Operations Representative."\n\n"... ah..." You hope your face just looks blank and not stupid.\n\n"We have a number of specialized trainers around the world who are working on-site with clients," Mrs. Lane explains, luckily not seeming to hold your confusion against you. "Sometimes they need documents and supplies that it is not always secure or cost effective to send by courier or mail, and at times they simply need another pair of hands to assist them. It would be a great deal of travel, and even at times a bit of danger since we operate in foreign countries that are experiencing... shall we say, difficulties... but considering the bonuses for travel time and occasional hazard pay, as well as the additional benefits packages offered, it is a very lucrative position for someone that is ready and willing to perform capably and precisely. Also someone who is willing to be on a plane to Europe in eighty-seven minutes."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the data entry job.|CelOffice]]\n\n[[Take the secretary job.|CelSec]]\n\n[[Take the LOR job.|CelSpy1x1]]

You take a moment to glance at the player's account, grinning as an idea starts to percolate. Looking back at the elf, you switch to private messages (by leaning in and whispering) and say, "You know, I'm actually a GM. If the Gold Lock is really a mistake, I can get it taken off pretty fast. Want me to take a look at it?"\n\nThere's a good minute of silence before the typing icon pops up. "Sure that'd be great. I definitely never did anything wrong, so if it does look like there's anything it probably happened in the server transfer."\n\nUh-huh, and that DS cartridge just fell out of its package and into your pocket, pal. Instead you whisper, "Okay, I've got your account name. Go ahead and log out and watch your character list, it should take me only a few minutes."\n\n"thanx!" the elf answers before disappearing. \n\nWith your mingling of magic and server admin powers, you pop over to the equivalent of the last logout location of the Gold Locked character. You glance around... ah, the throne room of the Black Keep, an extremely high-level bit of player housing that's meant as a guild hall (and is practically impossible for a player to use as solo housing without some hacking or screwing over other players by scamming them out of special vouchers). Decorated with every blood-dripping skull, mostly-naked demoness sculpture, and suggestive painting the game has, too, pretty much as expected.\n\nYou take a look at the currently logged-out and thus invisible and intangible character. Also about what you'd expect, muscle sliders at near-maximum, the very edgelordiest high-end raid armor, an inventory full of hacked and probably-stolen-from-guild-banks-before-quitting items, and a bio that dances on the very edge of smutty and offensive enough to get reported besides being ridiculously juvenile. No surprises here. You could easily break the Gold Lock with a typed command on your real world keyboard or a thought from here, but first you need to make some below-the-armor alterations to the character model, and set up the spell that will draw the player into the game world and turn him into his character.\n\nAh, but the question is, what exactly shall you do once you have him in here? You could completely and utterly destroy his ego, bring his elaborate little power fantasy crashing down around his ears... easily the quickest and easiest (and possibly most satisfying) path to power...\n\n... or you could go the exact opposite direction and encourage him. This is obviously someone with a high sex drive and desperately wishing he could maraud around being the evil rapacious dark lord of his fantasies. After all, the more wickedness you create, the more power you'll get. You could essentially become his mentor, urging him on in his fantasy-made-real, seeing to just what depths of depravity a teenage edgelord can sink to when given free reign and encouragement.\n\n<hr>\n[[Humiliate him.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Encourage him.|GGVW2x1]]

Let's face it, a lot of sex already goes down in MMOs. Sex with a short input buffer while two models stand facing each other in their underwear, but sex all the same. Lots of ego masturbation by constantly seeking the top tier armor and having higher numbers than everyone else, lots of swinging around oversized weapons... oh yeah, you think you can work with this. It will take some time, though.\n\nFirst, you need to get into your target MMO's systems. Picking one of the most popular swords & sorcery games, you gradually infiltrate the company's database and register yourself as a head of server development. (Again, a lot easier to do when you can project your consciousness into their building and wander around just by logging into the game.) Hey, power and an IT salary, how's that for working all the angles? You begin the setup of a new official server... with some rather unofficial (daresay, mystical) lines of code of your own thrown in on the gameworld image you import as you ready it for players. Once it's almost ready, you put out the announcements of a new server, with rewards for both using a (free) server transfer and for making a new character. That should see your new server going from empty to 'Heavy Population' status within the first day or so.\n\n"So not that I mind the visit, but why are you here if you've got a 'server' full of potential targets?" Tandy asks, grinning in amusement at you as her tits bounce and sway with her movements. \n\n"It'll still take a little while for the server to populate. People will need to decide which characters to move over, coordinate with friends if they're doing guild moves, go through chargen with new characters, all that," you reply, grunting a little as you buck your hips forward harder.\n\n"Wh'th ch'gn?" comes the muffled (and yet somehow still monotone) question from below.\n\n"Oh, sorry, character generation. Where you decide how your character's going to look and fight and all that."\n\n"Well, can't say I understand everything, but I doubt you'd know much about things like stringing and beading if I started going on about making candy, either," Tandy says with a little laugh, before moaning lowly and spilling her load down Mandy's throat. "I'm really proud of how much you've developed your style, Cyan. Make sure to come by and tell me how your first efforts went next week, alright?"\n\n"Mmmf." You shiver a little, then grin and slide your cock out of Mandy's pussy, leaving cum dribbling down her thighs. "Sure, will do."\n\nReturning home, you settle into your chair and bring up the server monitor software. Yup, plenty of players on now, it looks like, scattered all across the game world and all the various factions. Plenty of activity, alright, looks like things are at a level where you can get started. Nothing drastic, obviously... you're not going to do something stupid like pull everyone on the server into the game world, that would be way too easy to notice. But one or five here and there? That should be just fine!\n\nYou log in your very special account, and soon find yourself opening your eyes in the player starting area for the Azure Alliance. It's definitely interesting to look around and see (and feel) the game world from an inside perspective... even though you're in the game, it's all still got that still slightly shiny, plastic-y veneer to it, from the grass and trees to your skin. You check yourself over... your avatar is customized to look like yourself, despite the game not really having those options, and you're maximum level despite being new, and wearing "armor" that's also not in the game in the form of a black tubetop with glowing blue runes, a long black loincloth with same, and high black gloves and boots, a staff styled after an elongated version of a motion-based console controller in one hand. You're probably semi-obvious as a GM account, but those happen on this game, so it's nothing that will draw undue attention.\n\nYou glance around at other characters walking past, and by focusing a bit on them can get a glimpse of the player behind them and sense their connection. Good, everything seems to be working just as planned. Now, to begin!\n\n<hr>\n[[Muck around here in the starting area.|GGVW]]\n\n[[Head to the beginner town.|GGCandy5x11]]

While there are a lot of delightful possibilities of ways to muck about with newbies (or similarly, bored oldtimers playing through the same starter quests for the hundredth time), there's likely to be more going on at the starter town nearby (Kinshire, you think is the name), the sort of halfway point between the starting area and the faction's main city. You head off down the dirt path that leads to it, grinning at your own jiggle physics as you walk... and laughing a bit as a mostly naked male demon-race goes running past you, apparently on a tear to join up with his guild or friends somewhere else on the map. Then you laugh a bit more at the fact that a word balloon reading 'Hahahahahahahaha!' appears over your head when you laugh.\n\nEventually you arrive at the starter town, which is little more than a few decorative buildings (though you've repurposed at least one of them with certain things in mind) and some stalls with the first NPC vendors standing in front of them. There's a small crowd of characters around the General Goods vendor, partly because she's the first place to unload the vendor trash you got during your starting area quests, but also partly because she's one of the more famous NPCs in the game, and famously adored, a cute 'girl next door' type with a bright smile... and big boobs underneath her simple peasant's clothes.\n\nThe starter town is also where the first mailbox of the game is, and you're not too surprised to see that there's a tall, slender elf (psh, Ehlffe) woman in her underwear doing the /dance emote next to it. It's one of the oldest and most classic e-begging routines there is, after all. She is pretty, with (gleaming) brown skin and (shiny) silver hair, short in back and long where it falls over one eye, and about as hippy and full-busted as the race's sliders will allow it to be (so still pretty slim). A glance at the player behind it reveals a teenage boy a few years older than you, gawky and looking annoyed (possibly at the lack of donors).\n\nYou also spot a hulking figure in armor, a human male from the style of it... he's not just max level, he appears to have mastered the post-level cap 'Ascension class' Juggernaut. From the word balloons occasionally popping up over his head, he looks to be offering to take lowbies on high-level dungeon runs to power level them... though you notice that when it's males that approach, or female dwarves, he always has some excuse about 'poor class synergy' or 'you're not optimized'. Obviously looking for a cute girl character to play literal white knight to, an impression only heightened by checking the player and discovering a scrawny adult man, slim-shouldered and with thick glasses.\n\nA bit away from him, you spot another character making occasional Looking for Group announcements. This one's a female demon, the Ninja class by the looks of the starter quest black tunic and fairly unspectacular giant shuriken stuck on her back. Red-skinned and with vivid purple hair, you notice that she's not only not in her underwear, but seems to be manually typing the looking for group announcements. A glance at the player discovers this one is in fact an actual girl, a rather pudgy teenager in sweats.\n\nAlmost directly across from her is a female angel ("Anjal"), a cash shop class, tricked out in the highest cash shop gear a character of her low level can wear, meaning a rather sexy white dress that shows off the character's huge boobs and luscious legs to good effect, an 'infinity' level golden sword at her hip. She's constantly doing the blows-a-kiss emote (which involves leaning forward and shaking her tits some) as she spouts an innuendo-laden (and copypasted) looking for group invitation. Obviously someone interested in attracting some fanboys to do all the tough fighting for her. (Why she and the Juggernaut seem to have failed to notice each other, you couldn't say.) You glance at the player behind the character and almost do a double-take... isn't that the same girl as the demon? It takes you a moment to realize, no... the room's nowhere near the same, it's obviously much bigger and more expensively furnished, and the sweats she's wearing show a prominent designer label. Still, they look enough alike that it can't be a coincidence.\n\nStill, you're here to create wickedness, not to satisfy your curiosity. (Necessarily.) So, who will your first target be?\n\n<hr>\n[[The NPC's fanboys.|GGVW]]\n\n[[The dancing elf.|GGCandy5x12]]\n\n[[The white knight.|GGVW]]\n\n[[The serious player.|GGVW]]\n\n[[The manipulator.|GGVW]]

Several of your friends are going to have quite nice Halloween parties, it doesn't seem like it would be nice to compete by having one of your own or blowing off going out entirely. No, you'll attend someone else's. So let's see, you have some treats to bring, a nice seasonal wine as a gift of thanks, some cards to leave around with your blog on them (doesn't hurt to network), have you forgotten anything?\n\n... Oh no, you've forgotten a costume! How could you?! You got so wrapped up in everything else fun to do that you've completely neglected to get yourself a costume. It's the afternoon before Halloween, the only time that it would be worse to go shopping for a costume is if you waited until tomorrow morning. There's no time to make one, either, at least not a decent one!\n\nYou hurry to your computer to do a quick search for good last-minute places to get a costume. Luckily it turns out that there's a shop that's actually called "The Last Resort" and apparently specializes in making sure it has a wide selection of seasonal items right up to the very day of. Whew! Actually this works out for you really well... if the place is worth a damn at all, it can both become a subject for your blog and a very useful resource for last-minute shopping, which let's face it, there will always be a need for. You hop in your car and head out to the strip mall where the place is located. It's got a rather plain sign over the door at one end of the strip mall, but it looks like there are no other signs... no doubt it gradually expanded and moved into the other slots as the other stores closed up due to falling out of necessity or trend... but procrastination is always in vogue, isn't it?\n\nYou walk in, finding the place a weird blend between cluttered and heavily organized. It feels cluttered because there are shelves everywhere, piled with numerous things... but everything is in fact on a shelf or rack, seems to be sorted and set carefully, and you can spot a trend in just the handful of racks you see. Part of the feeling of clutter definitely comes from the sheer variety of items you can see, definitely plenty of Halloween themed items but also birthdays, arts and crafts, you can see towards one end of the store some jewelry cases...\n\nAs you're glancing about, a pretty young woman with long black hair and relatively plain clothing wanders out. She's attractive but not particularly striking, other than her soft grey eyes. "Good afternoon," she says in a pleasant tone. "Forgive the assumption, but are you perhaps looking for a Halloween costume?"\n\n"Yes," you answer sheepishly. "I got distracted and forgot, and I have a party to go to tomorrow."\n\n"Please, don't feel bad. These things happen to everyone, and that's why I have this little store." She smiles at you, then gestures. "At a glance I think I have some things in your size, if you'd like to follow me?"\n\n"Oh, thank you!" you chirp, following her over to the counter where she ducks around, examining rows of boxes.\n\n"Let me see. I have one called '[[The Bounty Hunter|HollyOct]]'... it's a video game costume I think, but the character does have your colors, and it comes with some good accessories. There's a [[queen|HollyOct]] costume, lovely dress and costume jewelry to go with it. We have some [[dog|HollyOct]] and [[cat|HollyOct]] costumes that would fit you. A very nice [[witch|HollyWitchStart]] costume..."\n\n"I think I already have one of those somewhere," you murmur a little distractedly, craning your neck to try and see what she's looking at.\n\n"Oh, this one is much nicer than any you have at home, I promise." The woman smiles at you again. "This is actually a very special one, it even comes with a familiar."\n\n"A... familiar? You mean a stuffed black cat or something?"\n\n"No, an actual black cat." At your blink, her grey eyes twinkle a bit. "Don't worry, it's been very well-trained. I'm sure you'll find it a wonderful companion even after the season has passed. But, if that is not to your speed, we do have an [[angel|HollyOct5x2]] and a [[ninja|HollyOct]] costume that I think would both fit you as well. Any of the costumes that don't come with full accessories, I'm sure we can find some things here in the store to round them out, so please do let me know which you'd like?"\n\nHm. They do all sound nice. Of course, it might also be good to get something even more [[blatantly sexy|HollyOct6x1]] than all of those options...

"The angel one sounds rather cute," you note with a smile. \n\n"I think so too!" the woman agrees, before holding up a dress. Well, an outfit. You find yourself blushing a little bit at just how skimpy it seems to be. It's made of soft-looking, thin white fabric, with a mostly solid back to which two cute glittery stuffed wings are attached, flared ruffled shoulders that also have a winglike look, and a front that's... basically two wide straps coming down to the lower part of the garment, which is a light skirt that looks like it would probably barely come down to below your hips.\n\n"Um, it's a little..." Skimpy? Slutty? "Short?" you proffer.\n\n"Oh, don't worry, we'll find you some very cute matching panties to go with it," the woman says breezily, walking out from around the counter with the little thing.\n\nWhich wasn't at all your concern, but somehow you find yourself following her around the shop without further protest, picking out a pair of lacy satin panties, some rather pretty costume jewelry gold bracelets, a white ribbon choker, and some flat white sandals with straps going all the way up to the knee. She even finds a little clip-on halo with an almost invisible support stick and internal LEDs to make it glow yellow. You're practically already in your car before you remember that you were going to try to point out you hadn't really meant to get such a revealing costume.\n\n"... Oh well," you say aloud, setting your bag in the back of your car before clambering in. "It is an adults-only party, and I guess I was thinking of maybe going a bit naughty anyway." Still, you make a mental note that when you write about The Last Resort in your review, you should mention that the saleswoman is a bit of a smooth talker.\n\nThe next night you get dressed, pulling on your new panties and feeling them fit snugly on your rear and against your crotch, before wiggling your way into the gauzy angel dress. Once you've clipped the gold-colored belt around your waist, you turn back and forth a bit in front of the mirror. A bra would be impossible in this outfit, considering the completely open middle, so your breasts are pretty much on display, the thin fabric hugged up against them on the outer curve and stretched away a bit at top and bottom. The skirt is long enough to conceal your panties... just. As long as you don't make any sudden movements or particularly long steps, and forget about bending over. Well! You'll just have to be careful. Besides, there will be plenty of provocative costumes! ... You assume. You sit down to put on your new sandals and the rest of the accoutrements, then head out to the car.\n\nArriving outside the large old building where the party is being held... you think it used to be a church but now has become just a 'party rental hall' or somesuch... you take a moment to clip on your halo and turn it on before heading in. You're actually appreciative of the light since it's a bit dim inside, the lighting set to 'mood' rather than ease of seeing. There are quite a number of people here already, though you don't immediately see anyone you know. They're scattered about in groups and clumps, with a sort of wide dispersal that makes most of the area seem full. A lot of people are drinking and talking by the light of the candles and jack-o-lantern shaped paper lanterns, with other activities scattered around. Luckily you do see a fair number of other skimpy (or just plain provocative) outfits so you don't feel out of place.\n\nLet's see, now what to do. You could [[look for your friends|HollyOct]], though you think that might be futile... between costumes and the crowd you'd be better off just hoping to bump into them. Maybe you could just find someone else to hang out with until they find you. Oh, interestingly enough, there's a group of guys dressed as [[demons|HollyOct]] over in one area! They're pretty good costumes, too, most of them are fairly large, and either muscular or a firm sort of stout, so hey. On the other hand of things related to your costume there's a woman dressed as some sort of [[nun|HollyOct]], though it seems to include a latex bodysuit and some knives and such, you guess she's a monster-hunting badass nun or something like that. Hm, there also seems to be a grouping of people dressed as some sort of [[cultist|HollyOct]], to judge by the ominous robes, pentagrams, and leather-bound tomes they're holding.

"Unlock the ship, let's get the hell out of here fast," you order.\n\nDelvan nods eagerly, typing on the controls rapidly, then nodding to you. "Yeah, it's done, we should be free and cl-" He wobbles in place, and rather than trying to steady him you lean down and scoop him up, putting him over one shoulder and taking off at a run back out of the room and down the corridors, following your helmet's map back to the ship.\n\nOnce inside, you dump Delvan into the copilot's seat, taking just a second to dig in the first aid kit attached to the wall since your HUD notes it as having a combat stimulant in it. Shoving the injector into his hand, you set the ship in motion, cursing a bit as you check the area display. "Yeah, they're incoming."\n\nDelvan shakes his head hard as he finishes injecting himself in the neck, but he's already starting to perk up as he leans over his half of the board, pupils dilating as he scans things. "We've got a wormhole opening that's closer than the one we used, it'll take us three jumps to get home instead of one but we can actually get there, sendin' coordinates now."\n\n"Got it," you acknowledge bruskly, grabbing the ship's flight sticks and angling it to a new course, finding things coming more naturally to you the more you do them. You feel a bit of relief as the green dot of your ship starts pulling further away from the large red dot on the screen... then you curse again as a pair of quick-moving smaller red dots separate from it and streak towards you. "What's incoming?!"\n\n"Fighters!" Delvan practically yelps as he stabs at his board. "They'll definitely catch up to us before we hit the wormhole!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to shoot them down.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Try to evade them.|BadCypher5x2]]

"I'll explain once I'm on board," you answer. "But as soon as we dock, get the ship moving towards a wormhole, alright?"\n\n"... Very well, understood." Arana nods, and rather bluntly terminates the channel, obviously a bit annoyed by your manner, but hopefully understanding the urgency.\n\nWhen you exit the wormhole it's to find the large, spidery black ship already looming above you, turned so that an open landing bay is angled right towards you. You leave Delvan to do the landing, since he seems to be capable enough even all hopped up, though you mention to him that his first stop should be the doctor. You're down the loading ramp shortly after the transport lands, and partway through your trip back to Arana's quarters you see the slowly-moving starscape outside shift to a tunnel of light.\n\nArana is waiting for you, standing in all her regalia, obviously very much in Captain Mode as she looks at you darkly. "And would you care to explain why I, the glorious Pirate Queen Arana, am running headlong towards nowhere on nothing more than your word?"\n\n"It was a honey trap," you explain. "The ship was full of some sort of slow-acting knockout gas. Not long after we got there, Raptarrans showed up. We just barely got away from them."\n\nEven from the words 'honey trap' you can see her pale a little bit, though she otherwise keeps her composure. "I see," she answers coolly, though her temper also seems to have cooled. She moves to a thronelike chair and settles into it, folding her legs. "Well then. We should spend a few days choosing entirely random but nearby warp tunnels. We certainly don't want those beasts to catch up to you. Did many of the crew escape with you?"\n\nYou shake your head slowly. "Just myself and Delvan."\n\n"... I see." She purses her lips in thought. "Well, still, you are certainly the most valuable of the lot, by far, so it is good that you escaped... and moreso that you didn't leave them the ship so that they might potentially track m-... the rest of us down." After a moment she stands and makes her way towards you, a sultry smile curling her lips as she takes your hands. "All in all, I think you've done well. Certainly I'm disappointed by the lack of salvage, but you escaped perhaps the most formidable foe in the galaxy today unscatheed. Come, let me show you my appreciation of your achievement."\n\nLater the two of you lay propped up in the bed, Arana's huge breasts bare and lightly gleaming with sweat, her eyes heavy-lidded and gaze a bit distant as she puffs on the end of a long, thin cigarette-holder, though what's at the end of it looks almost like it's made of chalk, simply glowing and drifting upwards in sparks rather than turning to ash. One of her hands lightly toys with your damp, mostly-limp cock as she finally muses aloud, "Once we've finished taking these evasive maneuvers, we'll need to replenish."\n\n"Replenish?" Your thoughts rather obviously go to the fact that she's completely emptied your balls over the last four hours, before something clicks. "Ah. Crew."\n\n"Indeed. Though the losses from the ship were not utterly grievous on their own, I've little doubt that once word spreads, we'll lose more. My crew are generally loyal to a fault, but a brush with living, breathing Raptarrans, well, there's very little I can do to retain <i>all</i> of them. We'll lose probably the same amount from sneaking out in pods between jumps, or once we hit port. We were slightly undercrewed as it was, after several... incidents... before you joined. So it is most assuredly time for fresh recruitment."\n\nShe goes quiet for a bit, shifting her hand to fondling your balls, long, dextrous fingers toying with them as if she could encourage them to refill faster that way. Finally, though, she asks, "And what do you think?"\n\n"Mm?" you ask, having been rather distracted by her attentions.\n\n"Where should we replenish our crew? I prefer able bodies with quick minds, but being a pirate captain, I cannot always be picky. What do you think?"\n\nYou consider that, trying not to get distracted again as her fingertips rub up and down your taint while her thumb continues to rub and nudge your sack. This place you've found yourself in seems to generally run on sci-fi tropes, and you're familiar enough with those. You can surely come up with a good idea based on that. Where should you go for new crew?\n\n<hr>\n[[An unofficial port.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Another pirate ship.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[A poor low-tech planet.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[A prison.|BadCypher5x4]]\n\n[[An upscale military port town.|BadCypher]]

"Put everything we've got into engines and maneuvering, redline us if you have to," you snap.\n\n"Are you kidding?! This thing's a transport, built for carryin' pirates and loot, not-!"\n\n"Just do it!" \n\nDelvan almost snarls but obeys, and you watch various numbers on your display climb as your dot pulls ahead of the pursuing fighters for just a moment. You push the ship into a few sways and darts, mostly shimmying back and forth in a mild serpentine pattern. Soon green flashes are flitting by you rapidly, little sizzles of green energy that sweep past you.\n\n"They're just fuckin' with us, all you're doing is gettin' 'em excited!" Delvan growls.\n\n"Good," you murmur back.\n\n"Seven seconds to the wormhole, but they'll be right behind us at this rate, they've powered their jumpdrives! Four, three, two, oAAAAAAA!"\n\nHe yowls as you suddenly shove the ship downward and twist to the side hard, the sudden maneuver for a ship not particularly built for such speed or motion overwhelming the inertial compensators and pressing you both into your seats, your suit pressing in around you to help staunch the sense of vertigo that briefly threatens to overcome you. You briefly catch a glimpse of sleek pterodactyl-shaped ships zipping past you and then disappearing in a manner that your mind can't help but fill in a <i>thwup</i> sound effect for. Hauling the ship back up, you set course for the original wormhole, still pushing the ship as much as you dare.\n\n"Uh... that... uh..." Delvan just turns his head back and forth, the combination of stimulant and the hard maneuver and the fact that it worked having all worked together to flummox him. But he soon comes to, looking back at the board. "We're clear, yeah. I think they're surprised too. Yeah, there's a new set of fighters, more this time, but we'll beat 'em there. You, uh... you want I should call this in once we're warping?"\n\n"Open the channel, I'll tell her," you reply, which seems to relieve Delvan, even as the ship dips over the edge of the wormhole and the colors start to flicker around you. A minute later the image of Arana pops up on screen, her usual smug self, but before she can get into her cooing and declaration, you cut in. "You need to get the ship ready to move. Multiple jumps."\n\n"Why? What's happened?" she asks, smirk dropping off her face to be replaced by a scowl.\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell her about the Raptarrans.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Tell her you'll tell her soon.|BadCypher5x3]]

"Get me that lockdown list, I want to at least consider my options there," you tell him.\n\n"Got it, boss, I'll have it for you in the hour," he answers. He lingers for a moment, obviously not quite wanting to leave the lewd comfort of the chair, but finally does, spending a moment at the door rearranging himself before exiting.\n\nIndeed a bit later you receive the list on the desk terminal, and note that Delvan has helpfully added his own comments. He's definitely rough around the edges, but you're starting to find him invaluable, which you don't doubt is his intention. Still, you hardly want to discourage him, you think with a chuckle as you start reading over the list. \n\nLet's see, first up is a prisoner called [[Red Dragon|BadCypher]], convicted for illegal pit fighting, destruction of property, causing public terror, and homicide. (Lots of homicide.) Apparently when the authorities tried to bust the for-profit fight club she was a gladiator in, she went on quite the rampage, and was only brought down by being hit with a <i>ship-scale</i> energy blast. Delvan's notes indicate she's most likely "dumb muscle", powerful and temperamental but probably fairly easy to control. \n\nThere's another prisoner named [[Karn|BadCypher]] with a truly long, storied, and varied rap sheet. And from the list of his convictions and imprisonments and the fact that 'Escape from a detention facility' keeps coming up every new time he's charged, half the effort of recruiting him will be getting there before he breaks <i>himself</i> out. Smart, canny, ruthless, infamous... you're pretty sure Arana would love to have him. Your only worry would be if she decided she loved having him more than you.\n\nThe third on the list is Kathryn Kottre, AKA "[[Captain Cutter|BadCypher]]". Not just another pirate captain, but according to Delvan's notes, a <i>rival</i> of Arana's. Most of his writings seem to indicate that the best reason you'd have to break her out would be to drag her before Arana in chains for humiliation and execution, but you can't help but think that if you approached it correctly, you could spin that into a huge win for you. Not only humiliating her rival by needing to be broken out of prison by Arana's partner, but then winding up working for her? Oh yeah, you could definitely get your "dear queen" purring over that ego stroke. ... Probably.\n\nThe fourth is interesting, because there's [[no name|BadCypher5x6]] associated with it. Apparently it's not a failure on Delvan's guy's part... there just isn't a name associated with him. The only conviction listed is "High crimes", and there's a note about total communications lockdown, even the guards and warden are forbidden to talk to him. A political prisoner? That could be useful for other reasons, your increasingly criminal mind muses. \n\nThe fifth and final inmate that was apparently deemed of interest is named Alya A'on, AKA "[[Freak|BadCypher]]". They were convicted of "Genetic crimes", which doesn't make much sense until you read the background notes attached. This inmate is apparently from a world where all reproduction is done via cloning, and extremely strict protocols are used to keep any genetic drift or mutation from occurring. However, Alya's genetic code not only contained an aberration, but one that made the stabilization process go the complete other way, making their genetics capable of near-constant alteration. It remained undetected until puberty, when the hormones put their condition into overdrive and sent her scurrying to escape the planet before being caught and broken down to the cellular level for diagnosis... apparently committing any number of other crimes in the process and proving quite the canny and adaptive quarry, but the only thing that their people considered of note being the genetic deviancy.\n\nHm, interesting little cast of characters. Any one seems like they'd have their good points and drawbacks... of course, you could also disregard his earlier advice and try to [[break out the whole batch|BadCypher]]. Heck, if nothing else, maybe any infighting would keep them from turning their attentions to you or Arana.\n\n

"What about... a prison complex?" you suggest, using a careful, musing tone as if just turning the idea over.\n\nArana's slim, shaped eyebrows shoot up. "A prison complex? Are you suggesting we actually not only go near the authorities, but hire on a bunch of-" She pauses, obviously having been about to say 'thugs' before realizing that protesting as such for pirate recruits might be a bit silly.\n\nYou take the opportunity to cut in, "But just think about it, it means we'd be getting almost purely people who are already in the life... no worries about picking up some down-on-his-luck dope who just happened to stumble into the bad part of town. Plus they'd have a huge incentive to climb aboard, since they wouldn't want to rot in jail. Hell, we'd probably get plenty of guys who were pirates already." An idea occurs to you, and grinning, you reach out to casually fondle one of her breasts the way she was idly fondling you, stroking your fingers across the smooth, perfect skin of the massive mammary, tracing little circles around the quickly restiffened nipple. "Besides, just think of what it could do for our... your... reputation. Arana, the pirate queen so badass she broke <i>into</i> a prison on a whim just to recruit some crew."\n\nYou can tell that hits home as her eyes light up and her lips curl in a smirk. But she quickly schools her face back to a more cautious expression. "... Mm. I will have to sleep on it."\n\nThe next morning, by the way you wake up to her having gulped your entire ballsack into her mouth to tongue it thoroughly and exquisitely, you'd have to say she's probably decided in your favor. Indeed, after the two of you have romped a bit, she waits for you to emerge from the bathroom before declaring, "I've decided I will let you attempt this little feat. I will even allow you the use of one of my little seldom-used gems, the <i>Venomous</i> to carry it out. Take a handful of crew with you to it, and plot out your little jailbreak. I suggest the Syatodeof Slam. But I warn you, Cypher," she practically purrs, though there's a predatory glint in her eyes as she leans towards you. "I will not be pleased if you return to me a second time with nothing to show for the faith I've placed in you."\n\n'So it's less that I'm being given generous resources to succeed with, and more like I've been given enough rope to hang myself with,' you think as you walk through the hallways. 'Or maybe it's both. Either way, I can't fuck this up, or I'd better just not come back.' You shake your head a little as you walk into the mess hall, where the computer told you you'd find Delvan. He hops up as you walk over. "You got a clean bill of health?"\n\n"Yeah, doc checked me out and everything," he responds, nodding eagerly. "What's up, boss, we got a job?"\n\nYou can't help but grin at that. 'Boss' is certainly a change. "Yeah, put together about a dozen guys. Best you know. We're heading for the <i>Venomous</i> within two hours."\n\nThat only seems to get him more excited, and he practically trips over himself rushing off. A bit later you and Delvan's selected men load into a smaller transport than the one you took, departing from Arana's ship just before it enters another wormhole. (You think you spot a few little dark shapes drifting away from it... deserters? You decide not to mess with it if so.) Arana herself personally programmed in the autopilot, so you and Delvan simply sit back and wait for it to take you to the ship. You're not exactly surprised when it finally comes into view, lurking in the shadow of a microplanet, and it's shaped like a spider. Unlike Arana's massive, looming ship with its downward-stretched legs as if it were ready to coil about whatever it came into position above, this one is relatively "flat", with four legs pointed forward and four behind, its hull a dull white in color. The transport docks in its relatively small bay and you and most of the others head for the bridge, the captain's seat about as thronelike and regal as you'd expect. You poke into the attached room and find that it's obviously decorated with Arana's personal aesthetic in mind, in that being in here almost gives you a hardon. You settle behind the desk, glancing up and calling "Enter" as there's a melodious chime.\n\nDelvan walks in, still looking eager enough. "Hey, boss, one of the guys is a top-notch computer dude. With the systems on this baby, he'll have us a layout and security details and a full prisoner list in no time." At your gesture, he settles into one of the seats across from you, starting to open his mouth to speak, before pausing and shifting. "Holy hell, the cushion's like someone massagin' your balls."\n\nYou sigh and nod. "Yeah, I've noticed," you grumble, shifting a little yourself. Arana's a fiend.\n\n"Anyway. A slam like this, it's gotta have some high-profile perps in it," Delvan continues after a moment. "Real top-of-the-line rogues, y'know? Badasses that can't be contained at a normal complex, get me?"\n\n"You're suggesting we focus on those?"\n\n"Well if I were you I'd only take one, boss, that sort you get too many of 'em together at once and, y'know. And I mean, there'd prolly be some downsides... lot of those sorts, they like to be the biggest dick in th' shower, y'know?"\n\n"And, figuratively speaking, Arana's absolutely got to be the biggest dick in her shower," you say dryly.\n\n"Hell yeah. 'Course after her there's you, boss, one of 'em might gun for your job too. All the same-"\n\n"Breaking out a notorious felon would also put a feather in my, but more importantly, Arana's cap," you finish, nodding.\n\n"Yeah. So anyway, you want me to tell my guy to get you a list of the top lockdowns? Or should we focus on just grabbin' up as many of the rank'n'file as the <i>Venomous</i> will hold?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Quality.|BadCypher5x5]]\n\n[[Quantity.|BadCypher]]

"Boss, you can't be serious!" Delvan blurts as you hesitate.\n\nYou glance at him, then look back at the stranger and nod. "Let's do it. Delvan, bring up the rear and watch our backs, I'll lead the way to the warden's saferoom," you continue, bringing up the prison's blueprints on your HUD and setting a waypoint. \n\nThe stranger grins cruelly, then takes off at a run the moment you've set off. You're surprised how fast he is, despite looking like he's almost skin and bones... even with the suit helping you, you're just barely able to pull into the lead to keep actually leading the way, and poor Delvan winds up scrambling as much as he can just to stay close behind the two of you. There are more clashes with guards along the way, obviously, and the man with no name proves to be quite the hand-to-hand fighter, flinging them about as effortlessly as you could despite your enhanced strength and speed, seeming to have no care for the sound of bones breaking or flesh rupturing. Eventually the three of you arrive at the gleaming silver dome that covers the warden's office door. \n\nYou make a 'gimme' motion to Delvan, and he quickly hands you a spider-shaped device that you place head-down high up on the dome. The backup if the codebreaker had turned out not to work, the acid emitter begins spraying out liquid from its arced metal fangs, sending it pouring down the surface of the dome.... which soon begins to bubble and ripple, eventually collapsing into gleaming puddles on the ground, the device stopping its spraying once it detects nothing below it. Before you can say anything the stranger strides forward, without hesitation kicking down the reinforced metal door and sending it flying into the room, crashing into the heavy desk and making the man cowering behind it jump to his feet in fright. "Y-y-you?!" the warden stammers.\n\n"Yes. Though you've no doubt long forgotten my name, and I've no desire to give it to you again," the former prisoner declares as he strides forward, Delvan taking over guarding the door while you watch in mute witness to what's obviously a confrontation a long time in coming. "What was it you said to me that first day? 'You aren't on the records, so it won't cost me anything to hurt you. It's so rare I get to do this not because I have to, but because I want to.'" The man in the ragged jumpsuit looms over the trembling warden, the tattered orange cloth fluttering in some unfelt breeze as that cruel smile grows again. "And so I knew, when this fallen angel in red and black came to deliver me, that I was going to come and find you. Not because it was truly necessary to my escape nor to my plans, you see..."\n\nA long, almost skeletal hand wraps around the warden's neck and lifts him into the air effortlessly, holding him high, the stranger's eyes literally flashing as he rasps, "But because I want to." You can't help but flinch as the warden begins to scream and spasm, smoke starting to rise up from where the other man's hand touches his neck, little pops and crackles of electricity playing visibly around the nameless man's bony fingers. The effect is awful, and takes far longer than you're comfortable with, and before the end of it several parts of the warden have burst into flame and set his neatly-pressed suit alight. Finally the stranger drops the charred, twisted body to the ground and turns back to you. \n\n"My business here is completed. We must away."\n\nThe three of you hurry back to the fighter, discovering that the automatic defenses have defeated several attempts by guards to board it and it's luckily still empty. Clambering back inside, you press the engines both for a quick escape and to make sure to meet the rendesvous with the <i>Venomous</i>. Once back aboard, you have Delvan to show the stranger you've liberated to some quarters where he can clean up and put something on. When you come to see him an hour later, after overseeing the ship's wormhole jump and the plotting of its path to avoid pursuit, it's to find him wearing some ill-fitting pants and a shirt, having trimmed his beard and hair but having been unable to completely tame his hair's somewhat flyaway nature.\n\n"I have called you an angel, and so I will speak before you as I would one of them," he says after staring at you from a moment where he's sitting slightly slumped on one of the cabin's chairs. "With no lies and making sure to keep my promises, but also saying nothing that might see me struck down by a fiery blade of wrath... for that, I would take for myself."\n\nYou look at him for a long moment, then can't help but grin and shake your head as you pull the other chair around to face him and sit down. "You enjoy a bit of a flare for the dramatic, don't you? My 'partner' is the same."\n\n"Indeed." Something more like a normal smile, shaky and seemingly unpracticed, curls the stranger's lips. "It's true, I flower my language and thought... these are the things that helped keep me going as I suffered, and learned, and endured. For while mere thoughts of simple revenge might sustain a man for a week, the plotting of an opera of vengeance so grand and thorough that it will be whispered of for eternity may sustain a man for as long as he need."\n\nHe sits back, and is quiet for awhile... but after the revelation that he was tortured for years just on the whim of the warden, you're willing to cut him a bit of slack. Finally, though, he speaks, his rasp of a voice somewhat gentler than before. "I once was a simple man of only basic means and ideals, who no more thought or wished to have his works engraved in history than any common laborer... my thoughts were of having a good life, not a notable one. I had few skills other than the basic means of helping a ship function, and so I worked as a chief aboard a heavy transport that brought unrefined ore from distant mining installations. It was on a return from such a trip that our captain took deathly ill... something he had contracted in the port town outside the mining facility, no doubt. Our medical facilities were basic, we had no way of curing a particularly exotic and virulent strain... indeed we barely had the facilities to properly quarantine him, and some of the crew wished to instead eject him out an airlock, since we were more than two weeks away from a wormhole that would take us even to properly allied space, let alone our actual path.\n\n"I objected, not for any particular love for the man, but because I considered such an action below the basic dignity of honest working men, and a betrayal of the simple respect we owed his station. Against the objections of others... including the first mate, my best friend since childhood... I activated the ship's distress call, crying out into the void for aid. It was answered by the Abraxin... a species engaged in a sort of 'cold war' with the allied systems we belonged to. It was forbidden to have contact with them, but they had the antivirus we needed, and all they asked in return was a handful of harmless entertainment programs, decades old, nothing that could possibly contain codes or secrets. I agreed to the trade and sent the files, and they delivered the antivirals. The captain stabilized and made it back to port not truly healthy, but alive. The transport company owner approved of my actions, and as the former captain had decided to retire rather than hold things up during his recovery, I was promoted to his place. Me, an officer? I was overjoyed at it, at the pay increase it included, the larger quarters which could house a family... I could now not only afford to marry and support my lover, but to bring her with me, for though it would be an unglamorous life we would have each other, and we were young and in love enough that we truly believed that was all that mattered.\n\n"But of course I should have known that it was all too easy... I suppose I thought that the humble nature of my aspirations might protect me somehow from a world where fate strikes down the ambitious. I was summoned before an intelligence services officer and questioned as to my interactions with the Abraxin, and of course I answered everything honestly, completely without reservation. At first the officer seemed genial enough, and merely castigated me for my foolishness in interacting with such a dangerous group. He even bade me leave, before remembering to ask me which entertainment programs that the Abraxin had requested. When I told him, he went silent, but then again bid me leave. As I was taking my modest transport home, a pair of black fast-movers came to intercept me and attempted to shoot me down."\n\n"The intelligence officer must have sent them after you," you interject, frowning thoughtfully as he gives a slow nod. "But you said the entertainment programs were decades old. Why would that have been what caused him to go after you... and apparently off the books, since he didn't just have you taken into custody there in his office?"\n\n"I asked myself much the same question for years, until someone helped me put together the pieces. I had to rack my brain to find what those programs even had in common in the first place... and then I realized, it was that they had all had a single actor in them. An actor who shared a name with the intelligence officer. The actor was an outspoken opponent of our conflict with the Abraxin and there were even things he said indicating he felt they were superior to the allied races... he must have been quite popular to the Abraxin for propaganda purposes, and my actions had allowed them to get their hands on more of his work. Though it had not been illegal in any way, he must have been furious at any potential damage it could cause to his career to see a further flareup of his relative being used for anti-alliance purposes. No doubt it was revenge that motivated him in part... he must also have hoped to eliminate the evidence of where the Abraxin had gotten their hands on the materials, so that he could instead use rooting out the source of the 'leak' as a witch hunt."\n\n"Damn."\n\n"Damned I was indeed, for though I somehow evaded the pursuing vehicles and landed at my friend and now first officer's home, I was not to be given the deliverance for which I'd sought. I had hoped he would use his family's wealth to help me escape and go into hiding until perhaps the intelligence officer's ire had passed... though I did not, at that time, know what had stirred his ire... but instead once he had me inside and vulnerable he pulled a weapon on me and held me at the point of it until the blackcoats arrived and took me away. And it was with this final betrayal by everything I had always placed my trust in that I began my tenure in Syatodeof Slam. No doubt you heard me tell of the warden's declaration of turning on the intermittent shocks simply because he could. For years I simply endured in misery, going half-mad with the torment of it." \n\n'Only half?' you can't help but think, but decide to keep your mouth shut. Besides, it seems like he's got more to tell, and maybe the other half is in that.\n\n"Then one day, during one of the electrical blasts, a bearded old man appeared in my cell. Needless to say, I was quite shocked in a way far different from the usual. The old man explained that he was a priest of the God of Light who had been sent to the Syatodeof Slam for reasons similar to my own... in his case it was that the powers that be believed he had knowledge of the whereabouts of the Lost Fleet of Akara, a near-mythical collection of transport ships with their holds laden with the entire wealth of a vast fallen empire, sent to a far-flung system by their paranoid owner, never to be found again. Of course the priest insisted he had no knowledge of their location, which is why he had not offered it up to his captors despite undergoing the shock torture for over thirty years. But in those thirty years he had learned a truly astonishing technique... he could meld his body with the electrical energy, briefly flickering out of his cell and into the power cables. Unfortunately he'd found that he needed an equally powerful discharge to manifest himself again... which meant that he had little choice but to go directly back to his own cell during the next shock. He had given up attempting to move about, and indeed it had taken him several years to notice that there was another cell where discharges were regularly occurring. And so that day, he came to visit me.\n\n"The priest believed that if both of us learned this technique and strengthened our control over it, eventually we would be able to expand our abilities, to burst an electrical cable and escape elsewhere in the prison, or even travel into the systems of a ship and leave in that manner. In return, and because he was a good and decent man, he began to teach me what he knew... literature, history, economics, critical thinking, for it was he who helped me put the entire conspiracy together, and see why I had been locked away, and what all those involved must have stood to gain from it. More reluctantly, he taught me the fighting skills he had learned in his rough youth and how to use our abilities as a weapon if need be. Though I would not say these years were a joy, my mind was more alive than it had ever been... and alive with ideas of what I would do once we had affected our escape.\n\n"That all came to an end one day when something that had never happened before reared its fateful head... a power outage. It happened right in the midst of one of the shocks, perhaps after all the years of running them in two cells the system had simply been overwhelmed. But the priest was not able to fully manifest before the power went out. Virtually cut in half, I held him in my arms in the dark as he died, and on the verge of it he confided in me the truth... he did in fact know of the Lost Fleet of Akara's location, and he told me of its coordinates. Though I despaired at his loss, I nevertheless took his body back to his cell and then returned to mine once the power returned and the shocks resumed, for I could not now afford to be found out. The resources to make any vengeance I so desired a reality were outside the prison, waiting for me. I had but to find the manner in which to seize them."\n\nHe goes silent for awhile, just staring at you again, before nodding slowly once more. "And so, now you know the tale of Edorin Dianxi, a cursed man who will visit the cruelty welling inside his soul on those that have created the monster that sits before you."\n\n"... Cypher," you say after a moment, offering your hand.\n\nChuckling, he takes it, giving it only a short, hard single shake before releasing it. "My red and black angel Cypher. And now I say, let us two away from all of this and begin my dark work."\n\nThat makes you blink, practically coming out of nowhere from where you're sitting. "What do you mean?"\n\n"Though kindness has been driven out of me by my time in Hell, I've no desire to play at piracy and harm innocents for mere trinkets when my vengeance, and far greater awards, await. I doubt I can do it alone, and I owe you for your part in my escape and indulging my vengeance. So come, now. We shall slip away in the night like bad memories, and when all is said and done you shall be richer than if you had spent a thousand years as a pirate king. What say you?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Refuse.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Suggest an alternative.|BadCypher]]

You call Delvan in, asking him, "Tell me more about this guy with no name listed."\n\n"There's not much to tell, he barely even exists in the prison records at all. The only other thing I didn't put in there is that they've got the cell set to 'dissuasive periodic shocks'."\n\n"What the hell is that?"\n\n"Basically the whole cell occasionally lights up with an electric zap, at regular intervals and then randomly in between. It's only s'posed to be used for extreme conditions, like where someone's got some sorta powers that they could use to break out if they were allowed to concentrate long enough or get rested enough, it counts as torture otherwise and your slam can't get accredited. But this one's got no powers or anything on file, so maybe Syatodeof gave up its license so it could take in some, y'know, off the books prisoners like this one."\n\nYou've got to admit that now more than anything, it's your curiosity that's driving you to find out what this guy's deal is. "Okay, Delvan, we're gonna break this guy out... someone they've gone to that much trouble to keep a secret and fuck around with has gotta have something on somebody that Arana would be interested in."\n\nThe two of you come up with a plan whereby you'll take one of the <i>Venomous</i>'s fighters and break away just after exiting the wormhole. While the <i>Venomous</i> makes an obvious approach to the prison and tanks the main defenses, with the intent to land just outside the slam and blast the outer defenses open and actually acquire at least a handful of prisoners for new pirate hands, the fighter will take advantage of all the attention being on the <i>Venomous</i> to land above the secure lockdown area, cut inside, and access "no name's" cell.\n\nAmazingly, when it comes down to it, everything goes off like clockwork. The small handful of ships kept in the area for patrol aren't any real match for Arana's secret weapon of a ship, and about the time that it comes in towards one side of the prison, your fighter is landing on the roof of the other side of it and Delvan's activating the 'boarding party' equipment, cutting through the reinforced metal of the prison's outer wall to allow you both to drop in. You hit the floor in a roll and come up firing blasts at the guards who had tried to take some meager amount of cover when they heard the cutting laser, the red balls of energy catching them and sending them toppling end over end before they crumple to the floor. Waiting until Delvan is down and can cover you, you make your way over to the cell and place the code cracker on the panel, waiting until the door slides open.\n\nStanding not quite in the doorway when it does is a tall man dressed in a ragged orange jumpsuit that hangs loose over a rather gaunt frame. His dark hair and thick beard almost stand on end, that and the rather unhinged look in his eyes making him look like some cross between a serial killer and a mad scientist. You can't help but take a half-step back at the sight of the silent, maniacal scarecrow in front of you, though you're careful to stand your ground as he steps forward to look you in the eye. "So. You're breaking me out," he says, his voice a low rasp.\n\n"Yeah, that's right."\n\n"Then do me this one favor, stranger... help me kill the warden," he replies, those eyes that are simultaneously both wild as a wolf's and cold as the grave narrowing. "Do this for me, and I shall tell you some of the secrets that have seen me locked in this place. Deny me... and you will know nothing, for I'll take what I know to my grave instead of his."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|BadCypher5x7]]\n\n[[Refuse.|BadCypher]]

Unable to hold back any longer, you slide a hand over and wrap it around Donny's shaft. He makes a pleased little noise, but it's almost drowned out as Jonny continues telling a story about the time a Herschel Horse parade balloon got loose on a windy day. You begin slowly, lightly running your hand up and down, feeling all those bumps and rubs of the veins on the smooth black skin, how hot it is, the way it throbs against your fingers. You can't take your eyes off of it now, continuing to stroke it intently, firming up your grip and moving more purposefully, actually starting to pump it. You see a glistening drop appear at the large hole in the head, eyes fixed on it as it dribbles down an impression and slips along the underside of the shaft.\n\n"Here, don't be afraid to get a closer look," Donny murmurs, putting a hand on the back of your head and gently pushing you closer to his lap. Unresisting, you scooch in place on the couch to make leaning over easier, shuddering in pleasure as you feel your ass press up against Ronny's leg, your wet pussy rubbing on his outer thigh. Now that towering pillar and that big full sack dominate your entire field of vision, as if they were filling up your world. Your head swimming with the concept, the thick musky scent, and more beer than you're used to, any thoughts of shame or restraint quickly evaporate. Gripping the shaft with one hand, you slip the other under his sack and lift it slightly, moving it around to let them rest in your palm. God, they feel as big as baseballs. You lean your head in, pressing your nose close to the root of his cock and inhaling deeply, letting the scent of sweat and man and horse and dick slide up your nose and wrap around your brain.\n\n"Man, I get left out as usual," Jonny huffs as he finishes his story, leaning back and wrapping a hand around his own cock, starting to stroke it slowly as he watches you begin licking at the soft leathery skin of his brother's ballsack.\n\n"I'm sure you won't get left out, just don't be impatient," Ronny answers as he grips your thighs and lifts them, shifting you so that you're laying partially on his lap. His cock juts up between your legs, rubbing against your inner thigh as he begins letting his hands roam along your lower body. His big, thick fingers stroke over your thighs and your ass, giving your trim buttocks a squeeze, before he slips one hand between your legs and starts stroking them along your wet slit. You moan against Donny's balls as your sodden pussy finally gets the attention it's been craving, your hips twitching and bucking slightly whenever one of his fingers so much as comes in the same general vicinity as your clit.\n\n"Yeah, let Sam take her time. You've been wanting this for awhile, huh?" Donny says in a teasingly sympathetic tone, stroking a hand over your hair as you begin kissing and licking your way up his shaft.\n\n"Oh God yes," you moan softly, both in answer and in encouragement to Ronny as he continues to work his hands over your lower half. The squeezes of your thighs and ass are almost as good as when he rubs your pussy. You start lavishing your tongue all over the big blunt head of Donny's cock as Ronny slides a thick finger inside of you, starting to pump it in and out just a few inches while his other hand rubs your lower back. You glance across at the third brother, moaning softly at the sight of him pumping that big black horsedick. You give him a smile, cheeks flushed and breath coming in gasps. "I want you too... I want you so fucking bad..." Then you turn your attention back to his brother's dick, sucking and kissing around the edges of the head.\n\n"Sh-shit babe, keep talking like that and I'll go off early," Jonny groans, giving his dick a squeeze and then slowing his strokes.\n\n"Mm, what we have here is a national treasure," Donny murmurs affectionately, then leans his head back and closes his eyes with a moan as you push your mouth down over the head of his cock. It feels like your mouth is completely filled just with that, like you couldn't even possibly do anymore, and yet you know you won't be satisfied until your lips are kissed against the opening of his sheath. You start bobbing your head, eagerly sucking and slurping at it. Other girls have told you how much it sucks for a cock to hit the back of your throat, but you actually revel in the feeling of his blunt cockhead pushing up against the entrance of your throat and setting off a loud quagging noise.\n\nIn fact, just as you manage to push forward and start getting him inside, letting him bulge up the outline of your slender throat with his fat horsecock, Ronny slides his fingers to your clit and just full-out assaults it, rubbing it like mad. Your eyes roll up in your head as you cum hard, your body shuddering and twitching and your head sinking lower and lower, the waves of pleasure rocking you even as that thick dick slides down your throat. By the time Ronny's stopped frantically frigging your clit and let you come down from your orgasm, you really do have the entire length of Donny's monster cock shoved down your throat, your nose once again pressed to his crotch. Whimpering eagerly, you start bobbing your head up and down, sliding at least halfway up each time before gulping it back down like a pro instead of a first-timer. That well-timed orgasm now has you associating deepthroating with being almost as pleasurable as getting fucked, and you're not going to waste a moment of being allowed to suck on this big equine prick.\n\nYour leave thick layers of churned-up spit smeared all over his length as you slurp and gulp and gobble Donny's cock. Ronny for his part seems to be enjoying having you in his lap just fine, and you can feel his own cock rubbing against your inner thighs regularly as he strokes and squeezes you. One big hand pulls one of your asscheeks aside to allow his other thumb to tease at your pucker, making you squeal and groan around the thick meat filling your throat. Soon one pussyjuice-lubed finger is pushing up your ass, and you let your eyes roll up again at the feeling of his powerful digit working inside your little virgin asshole. He keeps going slow and wiggling it around a lot, getting you worked up even further, until you're almost frantic in your fellatio of Donny's member. Finally though he slips his finger out and instead presses your thighs tightly around his cock, actually moving your whole lower body as he rubs his dick between your thighs and along your pussy.\n\nYou lose count of how many times you cum from all that before Donny suddenly shoves your head down, actually holding you there with your nose grinding into his crotch. You can feel his cock twitching and pulsing and swelling even bigger between your lips and against your tongue and all down your throat, and realize that he's pumping your stomach full of his cum. The realization sets off the biggest orgasm yet, and the world dissolves into explosions of pleasure, your mind going almost blank from the intensity of your climax. You barely even notice when Donny yanks you up and off his cock, streamers of churned-up spit mixed with pre connecting your mouth and his dick, before Ronny yanks you around and shoves your mouth down over his own cock, hilting in a single shove and starting to pump his own load into your belly. A second brain-blasting orgasm overlays the second, leaving you twitching and shuddering, eyes showing almost nothing but whites. If someone asked you your name or what two plus two was at the moment, you'd probably answer them 'jizz'. To both.\n\nBy the time Ronny pulls you up and you push yourself up, panting and coughing and trying to get some sense of self back, you feel incredibly full and, if possible, more wanton than ever. You slide a hand down over your full-feeling belly to find it bulging slightly... they've pumped you <i>full</i> of their loads. You look over at Jonny, seeing him watching you with blazing eyes, hand still pumping his cock, which looks even bigger and harder than both his brothers' now, legs spread to give his aching balls to hang low and full of their load.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go suck him off.|DRJ2x5]]\n\n[[Tell him he can do whatever he wants to you.|DRJplaceholder]]

Smiling, you slide off of the couch and onto all fours, sinuously prowling over towards Jonny, your hungry eyes fixed on his face. Just a few hours ago you were a normal girl setting out on vacation, not prudish necessarily but certainly not overly sexual. Now you're crawling towards someone with your hair in disarray and your lower face shining from all the cock-sucking you've just done, your ass swaying back and forth as you move and your tits jutting beneath you, your stomach rounded from a double dose of horseman spunk. What a difference a few beers can make, hm?\n\n"I'm sorry you had to wait, baby," you purr up at Jonny, sidling up between his legs and rising to your knees. Again, never exactly the sort to "purr" anything, the sweet and sultry tone just seems to come naturally to you as you raise your hands and start gently stroking up and down the sides of the horseman's throbbing, trembling prick, his own hands falling away to the sides. "Is it really, really hard for me?"\n\n"Yeah," he breathes, giving a shiver as your fingers play up and down his length, tracing the lines of the engorged veins.\n\n"Worked up a big, big load all for me?" you almost babytalk, leaning forward and nuzzling his balls, practically burying your face in them. You rub your nose into the sack, letting the heavy orbs rub against your cheeks and lips.\n\n"Oh fuck, yeah," Jonny gasps out, hips twitching as you start giving his balls little kittenish licks.\n\n"Well don't worry, baby, I'm gonna treat you right." Grinning wickedly up at him, you quickly turn your attention back to his sack, rubbing your cheek against it, nuzzling it, sucking loose skin into your mouth. You suck and lick at the big orbs themselves, your tongue lapping at them worshipfully, every groan and grunt and moan from above you making your sodden pussy twitch. You'd do anything to please this big muscular horseman, you realize, and the thought of something else you could do comes to mind as you remember Ronny toying with your body. You duck your head down, actually nuzzling your way under Jonny's sack, enjoying the way it settles onto your face, actually leaves you completely in the dark with nothing but the feel of his heavy balls and the smell of them.\n\nJonny almost yelps as your tongue finds his asshole, but begins panting hard as you start licking firmly. Resuming pumping his cock with one hand again, he glances at his brothers. "Jesus, just look at her go. God, <i>fuck</i>!" he almost growls, leaning back hard against the couch. "Fuck she is just going to <i>town</i> on my asshole, man! Her tongue is fucking all over me!"\n\n"You are a goddamn keeper, Sam, that's for sure. We gotta fill out a mail forwarding address because no way we're letting you go," Donny comments, smirking as he strokes his own stiff dick again, smearing the dregs of your spit into the black skin.\n\nThough their voices seem muffled, you can't help but agree, at least in the heat of the moment... who could want more out of life than playing slut to three muscular, hung equine anthros? You push your tongue deep into Jonny's asshole, wiggling it around, shamelessly rimming him out while nuzzling against his sack. But finally your hunger for his dick overcomes you and you pull away, nudging his hand out of the way before sliding your mouth down over his length. Your gag reflex already a thing of the past, you don't pause even once, the wide flare of his cockhead proceeding the lesser bulge of his shaft as it slides down your throat. You stop with your chin on his balls, just swallowing and gulping, reveling in the feel of it stretching out and filling your throat, even in the desperate ache for oxygen. You roll your eyes up, your gaze locking with his right before you shudder in orgasm, your whimper of release sending vibrations through his prick.\n\nThat's really all it takes. Jonny cries out loudly and shoves his hips up hard, actually lifting you off your knees somewhat as he starts cumming. The change in angle has you sliding back and off of him, your throat and mouth now getting filled with jizz instead of cock, leaving you gulping rapidly and eagerly. His cock pops free of your mouth and wobbles wildly, spraying cum into the air, before he shoves to his feet and grabs it with both hands, stroking frantically. His next gushes of cum hit you right in the face, and you moan in ecstasy, holding your mouth open and jutting your tongue out as he spurts. His lips pulled back from gritted teeth, he jerks his prick madly, apparently intent on marking you with every drop of his pent-up load. Several shots go right in your mouth, soon overflowing it even as you try to swallow, but quite a bit goes all over your face and chest, your perky tan tits splattered with milky goo, droplets of jizz dripping off of your stiff nipples.\n\nThere's at least several pints of it all over your face and throat and shoulders and tits by the time he's done. Moaning happily, you run your fingers through it, feeling it slip and slide along your skin. You smear and stroke, pushing some of it back, rubbing more of it in. You want to cover yourself in it, feel it on every part of you, to where you can never escape the feel or smell again. You thoughtlessly, no, eagerly smear it into your hair, and smear it down your body, massaging it into your skin. The horsebrothers watch in almost stunned glee as you work Jonny's load across your whole body, until you're gleaming as if you'd gotten an oil massage.\n\n"Thank you," you finally purr at him.\n\n"We are so not going back to work today," Ronny murmurs, scrambling for the phone, his cock wobbling wildly back and forth as he runs.\n\n"Yeah," Donny says with a grin, walking over and picking you up. You squeal happily as he puts you over one shoulder and carries you over to the bed, dumping you onto your back. His big hands grab your thighs and haul you to the edge, his balls pressing up against your pussy as his cock lays along your belly, giving you a perfect idea of just how deep it will go. You whimper eagerly, wiggling in his grip, your hands grabbing your small tits and mauling them, tweaking your own nipples and bucking your hips in eagerness. Donny smirks down at you, then glances to one side. Frowning, he looks to the other. "Shit. Jonny, man, where are the condoms?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hurry, Jonny!|DRJplaceholder]]\n\n[[No, you can't wait!|DRJplaceholder]]

After a bit of consideration, you decide to start with <i>The Anthem of Canisaru Casru</i>. Everything that was mentioned as going on was said to be out in the woods, and this is apparently directly linked to those woods. Plus it's a bit more readable than <i>Infernal</i> since it's actually printed... though it looks like it was printed with an old, old movable type printing press. You settle down in one of the chairs at the table you've claimed, and Woolly thumps down nearby, resting his head on his forepaws and giving a gusty sigh.\n\nSoon you start wondering if you really made the more readable choice. Though printed, the tome uses a rather archaic tone of writing... it's not quite Olde English, but maybe a little like it, full of somewhat obtuse wording and the occasional apparently invented word that you sort of have to assume from context. You essentially have to read rather slowly and mentally translate everything, leaving you hunched over the book and frowning as you struggle for real comprehension.\n\nYour initial research that led you to the book indicated that Canisaru Casru was some sort of nature deity, like the animal spirits some indigenous tribes believed in. But as you read, you start to get the idea that the concept is way off base. It seems more like the writer believes Canisaru Casru is some physical thing, but not from this world... that he's incredibly, impossibly old, and probably beyond real mortal comprehension. It goes on to say, however, that what can be understood of its form is closest in shape and like to a dog. There's even an illustration of a carved idol to Canisaru Casru, showing a powerful canine body with a head that's strangely proportioned somehow and shoulders that are incredibly broad, and an endowment that's slightly out of proportion to the rest of its body.\n\nAt first bemused by such overt sexuality, as you continue to read you start to see that it wasn't incidental. Apparently the worshipers of Canisaru Casru believed that primal, bestial emotions were those best suited to communing with their... well, they keep calling Him, er, it, a god, even as they insist that it isn't a god as defined in any other religion. So a large part of their cult was sex... with each other, and with dogs, apparently. Your cheeks heat as you begin to read the accounts of different services and rites they'd perform, the descriptions highly evocative despite often shunning any actual mention of conventional sexual terms. And yet you can almost see it as it talks about a female supplicant to Canisaru Casru, bent over an alter, eyes rolling and tongue lolling as she's pounded at by a Rottweiler, her voice raised in worship to Him.\n\nSuddenly gasping as if you'd just come up for air from being underwater, you thump the book down to the tabletop and lean back from it. The sudden motion causes Woolly to raise his head and look over quizzically, and you look back at him, giving him a somewhat sheepish grin. The expression fades and instead you find yourself staring at him, your eyes tracking along his broad shoulders and powerful haunches, down to massive forepaws and imagining them on either side of your body as he-\n\nShaking your head, you slide your fingertips under your glasses to rub at your eyes. Okay, that is definitely a way too weird thought to be having. Maybe reading this book is messing with your mind... because you're tired, obviously. It's messing with your mind because you're tired and you're letting yourself think things you shouldn't. Wouldn't, normally, that is. Glancing at a nearby wall clock (the same plastic black-rimmed, white-faced clock that inhabits every government building no matter how fancy the outside is) you notice that you've already passed several hours absorbed in the book. Maybe it would be a good idea to take a break... or even give up on reading it entirely, since so far it hasn't yielded up many real clues, unless you count a bunch of bored small-town people getting into kinky sex and bestiality to alleviate their boredom. Which is definitely, totally what this is, absolutely.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stop reading.|WilmaLibraryPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Keep reading.|WilmaLibrary1x2]]

You are a female between the ages of eighteen and twenty-nine. You've probably either just struck out on your own (to some extent) or you're just starting to get the ball rolling on the rest of your life. You may be living an utterly average, mundane life, or some encounter with the strange and unusual may have set you on a different course (or it could always be just ahead, though it's starting to get less likely at this age). You balance the openness and eagerness of a teenager with some of the responsibilities and tendency to be set in your ways as adults.\n\n<b>[[Callista|CallistaStart]]</b>: A twenty-three-year-old mixed martial arts competitor, you go by "Kali" in the ring. Attractive, tough, and skilled, you have a lot of opportunities ahead of you, and diverse offers from some very interesting people.\n\n[[Britney|BritStart]]: A twenty-five-year-old rich girl. You've mostly been living off of your trust fund, but now your older sister wants you to go on an archaeological dig with her.\n\n[[Wilma|WilmaStart]]: A twenty-two-year-old science nerd. You're interested in the supernatural, eager to see if it really exists or if it's just hokum you can debunk. You travel around with your friends to various places, investigating mysteries.\n\n[[Holly|HollyStart]]: A twenty-seven-year-old journalist, you work from home most of the time, maintaining your blog and trying to please both your editor and readers. Of course, it does leave you with a lot of time to indulge your personal passions... decorating for and celebrating holidays!

"... Fine," you say with a sigh, dropping your hands and slumping your shoulders. "I'll plead guilty. I just... want to get this done with."\n\n"Alright, I'm glad you're seeing reason." A moment later the shimmery look disappears, and she beckons. "Come on, let's head to the courtroom."\n\nYou follow Edwina into the court, and stand before a trio of cybernetic judges. From there it's really just repetition... the charges are restated, Edwina announces your plea of Guilty, and you're informed, again, that you'll be serving out the remainder of your five year tour of duty on a minimum security rehabilitation world. Once that's done, Edwina has you follow her and the bailiff out. "So seriously, it's just... an entire world?"\n\n"Yes, everyone there is either an employee of the system, an inmate, or support staff supplied by third parties," she explains as you walk down the hall. "It is for nonviolent offenders only, and it actually has lower crime rates than many worlds in the Allied Systems. Which may, of course, be due to the fact that everyone is required to be monitored at all times. They'll exchange that for a less intrusive one," she notes, gesturing at the collar you're wearing. "So all your activities will be monitored, and can be checked by your supervisor or other law enforcement at any time."\n\n"Fun," you say with a sigh.\n\n"You'll still enjoy a remarkable amount of freedom there, and be allowed to live a normal life to some extent. I really think you'll come out of this alright. Ah, that's the door to the transport ahead," she notes, nodding down the hall. "Probably later this month, I'll have a vidcall between you and your supervisor, they'll let you know when it will be. I'll speak to you again then and let you know if there have been any changes... hopefully I can get you an early release."\n\n"Thanks," you reply with a nod, before following along after the bailiff. The hallway beyond the door looks a bit different than the other one, maybe slightly more cramped. Eventually he stops in front of a door and presses a control to open it, gesturing you inside. The room within is small, with little more than a low shelf on one wall, a video screen on the other, and what you think is a toilet and sink. Once inside, the door closes, and with little else to do you sit down on the shelf and rest your chin on your hands, brooding on your situation. Eventually you feel a faint rumble and then a low, barely perceptible vibration that you suppose means the ship is underway. A little bit later, the screen blinks to life, showing simple text, along with a voiceover.\n\n"Greetings Recruit Cyan LaChance, SID. You are currently en route to the minimum security rehabilitation colony Orison, where you will serve out the remainder of your five year tour of duty. You have been assigned prisoner number 8971. Please memorize this number as you will be required to state it any time you identify yourself to staff at Orison, and when filling out forms."\n\nThat information all remains up on the screen for several minutes, before the text and voiceover continues, shifting slightly. "Orison is a global facility, aimed at simulating a variety of ways of life in order to acclimate offenders to a standard of living considered beneficial and normal for the majority of species in the Allied Systems. Your schedule will be regulated, and certain activities mandated or forbidden, but you are otherwise allowed and expected to be a functioning member of Orison's society. To that end, you are allowed to apply for various areas and workforces on Orison. You will shortly be offered a list of areas with openings. Touching one will submit your application. A supervisor or supervisors in that area will then review your application, and decide whether to accept or reject it. Should you apply for multiple areas, you will be assigned to the first supervisor to accept. Should you choose not to apply to any of the options provided, or should no supervisor in your selected applied area accept your application, you will be assigned to one of the 'overflow' sectors."\n\nAgain the text lingers for a few minutes, then disappears, replaced by a number of boxes with more text in them. There's about a dozen, though after reading most of them are just variations on a handful of options.\n\n[Island 7 - Tropical environment. Potential trades learned: Hospitality Services, Arts, Food Gathering & Preparation, Management]\n\n[City Sector 1851 - Urban environment, mild climate. Potential trades learned: Retail Service, Hospitality Services, Delivery Services, Law Enforcement, more...]\n\n[Agricultural Sector 99 - Rural environment, warm climate. Potential trades learned: Livestock Management, Crop Management, Veterinary Services, Equipment Operation & Repair, more...]\n\n[Dark Sector 36 - Inhospitable environment. Potential trades learned: Combat, Emergency Medicine, Survival Skills. Note: Selecting a Dark Sector assignment will reduce your sentence to eighteen months for full pay, with potential bonuses.]\n\n<hr>\n[[Apply for Island 7.|GGOri2x1]]\n\n[[Apply for City Sector 1851.|GGSR5x2]]\n\n[[Apply for Ag Sector 99.|GGSR7x1]]\n\n[[Apply for Dark Sector 36.|GGSR6x1]]\n\n[[Apply for everything but the dark sectors, just to be safe.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Apply for everything, period, to be a different kind of safe.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Don't apply for anything.|GGOri]]

"Kinda gross, if y'ask me, boss." The henchman wrinkles his nose as he looks at the scene illuminated by his flashlight. "I mean, two perfectly good girls, and look at them. They're all... freaky."\n\n"Gyahaha! Serves 'em right for tryin' ta mess with me!" Don Corneo laughs, puffing at his cigar. "Besides, my little Aps deserves some happiness! And look how they dote on my pet!"\n\nYou pay no attention to the human-noises, concentrating on your only reason for living, your mate's enormous cock. A look of mindless joy on your face, you drag your long, forked tongue along it, rubbing against it with your cold, clammy hands, rubbing your pussy against the furry brown ballsack between your legs. Your mate's other pet's body rubs against you as it does the same, worshiping your mate's enormous member with tongue and hands and bloated, soft tits. It would be almost impossible to tell the two of you apart, since both of you have the same tangled, cum-soaked black hair, the same pale, slick white skin reminiscent of a frog's belly, the same head-sized squishy breasts, the same glazed red eyes devoid of anything but lust for your mate's dick. And why should anyone try to tell you apart? It's not as if there's anything like memories, thoughts, or a personality left in either one of you.\n\n"If you say so, Don," the henchman sighs, shaking his head as he watches the two of you make animal sounds of glee and increase your squirming and writhing as the Aps's cock starts shuddering and gushing another stinking geyser of sickly yellow cum.\n\n"I do! Even a monster's got a right to be happy! Well, so longs as he's my monster," Corneo assures him, before turning and heading back for the surface.\n\n<b>Don Corneo's Mansion Ending</b> - <i>Corneo's pet's pets</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

"Just one of the regular beers, don't need anything fancy."\n\n"Suit yourself!" Jonny calls back, as Donny hands you the Middle of the Road beer he's holding and catches another one for himself. A bottle opener is passed around, and all of you set to sipping and beginning mild introductory chatter, though you can't quite bring yourself to ask just <i>where</i> they came from. Maybe the explanation would either make the fact that you're sitting having beers with three horsemen seem either much less real or way too real.\n\nStill, the first beer helps take the edge off, and by the time you're partway through the second everyone's chattering and laughing like you're all close acquaintances, the brothers telling horror stories of park work and you telling amusing tales of some of the events at school back home. Soon you start to take their, well, horsiness for granted. Besides, damn, look at their bodies... they're all amazing specimens, whatever their other traits may be. You find yourself staring rather dreamily at Jonny where he's sitting across from you, just watching him as he talks, all the little flexes of the muscles in his arm as he gestures with his beer bottle.\n\n"Careful there," you suddenly hear in a low, amused tone from next to you.\n\nYou blink and look aside at Donny, who grins and gives his head a little downward tilt. You glance down, then blush as you notice you've let your hand move to rest just above his knee and are rubbing slightly at his inner thigh. You blush brightly, and then realize your view's starting to track further up his thigh, towards a larger bulge that's not all that far from your hand. Yanking your view away since you know you won't be able to resist staring if you actually look, you tug your hand back into your lap. "Um. Sorry."\n\n"No big. Hey, actually, here's a thought," Donny muses aloud. "Why don't we all ditch the clothes? Since we're relaxing anyway." Seeing your eyes widen, he winks at you. "Doesn't have to be anything more than that, but getting in some naked time during the middle of the day is always refreshing, right?"\n\n"Sounds good to me," Ronny says cheerfully, already pulling his shirt off over his head and tossing it aside.\n\n"Well, it's up to you, Sam, what do you think...?" Jonny asks, looking at you intently.\n\n<hr>\n[[Naked time sounds... good.|DRJ2x3]]\n\n[[They can if they want, you're staying dressed.|DRJ5x1]]\n\n[[Actually, maybe it's time you left.|DRJplaceholder]]

"Um. Yeah, sure, y'know, why not?" you manage to answer without too much stuttering. "If we're all just gonna be, y'know, casual and stuff."\n\n"Great!" Donny answers, standing up, Ronny doing the same thing on the other side of you. Both hook their thumbs into their shorts and push them down, over the fairly large bulges that have grown in the crotches, and then let them drop. In seconds, you've got both of their cocks waving around at eye-level, leaving you trying to stare in two different directions. They're hung like horses in both senses... not only are their shafts and balls -very- big, they're equine in shape, with a ring partway down and flat, blunt heads, something like a wrinkled sheath showing around the base of them, their balls heavy and leathery, and all of it quite black. Both brothers are about half-hard, you'd guess, from the way they make lazy arcs forward and down and wobble around so much as they move. You force your gaze forward so you're not staring at either of them, but that just affords you a view of Jonny squirming and hopping in place on the couch to get his shorts down and off without getting up first, his cock flopping out and laying in his lap like some black, blunt-headed pet python.\n\nIt seems like forever, but in truth it's only a few seconds before all of them are naked and seated again. You notice their expectant gazes, and swallow slightly before standing up, not giving any of them time to ask you if you'd rather not. You can be casual about it too, honest! To that end you force yourself not to hesitate about pulling off your shirt and dropping it aside, revealing the plain black sports-style bra you wear under it. Unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans, you push them and your panties down both at once, bending down to do so... and only at that moment realizing that means you're shaking your ass and bare pussy at Donny and Ronny.\n\nWhat's worse is that you now realize you forgot to take off your shoes and socks first. Momentarily flummoxed, you force yourself to think about what to do instead of the fact that both brothers are probably noticing just how wet your pussy is and that you're likely to start dripping down your thighs at any moment. Improvising, you let yourself fall backwards, flumping firmly onto the couch cushions and then shoving your shoes and socks off along with your jeans and panties. Squirming around, you feel the soft leather stick slightly on your skin, but it <i>is</i> pleasantly soft and cool. Once more trying to feign casualness, you pick up your beer and sip at it.\n\nAll three brothers grin at you, not bothering to hide some appreciative looks, before they begin chattering again. The talk helps the earlier feeling of ease and camaraderie return, and starting on your next beer doesn't hurt either. Gradually you relax again, taking part in the conversation again, more willing than ever to talk and expound on your private life and feelings. Of course, as things go on, you can't help but notice that all three brothers are gradually becoming more than a <i>little</i> hard like they were before. Those thick black horsecocks are rising higher and higher, growing even longer, jutting up out of their laps like flagpoles. None of them are saying anything about it, just talking like it was all perfectly normal, and somehow that just makes it even hotter.\n\nYou wind up staring at Donny's some, unable to help tracing the lines of the veins and inhuman-but-alluring shape with your eyes. It has to be at least, what... fourteen inches long? Sixteen? More? Is he even all the way hard? Good sense would say he's probably <i>too</i> big for someone of your size and inexperience, but good sense checked out at least two beers ago, and now all you can think about is how much you want to touch it... just for starters.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in to temptation.|DRJ2x4]]\n\n[[Resist.|DRJ3x1]]

You give a groan and try to concentrate enough to push yourself to your feet. But the moment you try, your legs wobble and give out on you, thudding you back into position on the floor. You take a few deep breaths, then try to just get up to hands and knees, focusing on making your arms support you. Damn, that thing really fucked you to exhaustion!\n\nAnd on hands and knees is where you are when you hear the door lock click. Your eyes widen and you look over just in time to see a startled male Drow raise his hand and shout, "Twinned Maximized Quickened Empowered Ray of Stupidity!"\n\nThe pair of bright beams strike you right in the face, making you reflexively flinch. Instead of pain, you instead feel your thoughts slow, as if they were mired in molasses, and then eventually stop completely. Your green eyes glaze over and droop, expression going from shocked to blank. Your head bobbles a little in place, but otherwise you don't move. Moving would require having an INT score higher than the average patch of moss. The Drow hesitates for a moment, then grins as he walks over, resting a hand atop your head and moving it around, obviously delighted by the way your head moves with his hand with absolutely no resistance.\n\n"Well, that was lucky. Looks like you had a run-in with my chair... probably had the willpower of a piece of seaweed when I walked in. You're still breathing, so you must have at least enough intelligence in there to keep your brain functioning. Barely. But my my, look how compliant you are," he gloats, smirking as he fishes out his cock and settles to his knees in front of you. He uses a thumb to run around your lips, then push into your mouth and press it open, right before using his other hand to help push the long, blue-black shaft past your lips and down your throat.\n\nYou make a few reflexive 'hrk' and 'glk' noises from having your throat penetrated, but otherwise you don't so much as twitch as he begins fucking your face, gripping the back of your head to help hold it in place as he thrusts his hips. After several minutes he pulls out, the dark length of his prick glistening with your saliva, your tongue left poking out a little and drool running down your chin. He moves behind you and grabs your hips, and again you make a few barely-animal grunts as he slides into your already well-fucked pussy and begins pumping into you. He moans and gasps freely and shamelessly, obviously not worried about what you might think (since you can't) as he pounds your pussy, dark hips slapping against your pale ass, the sound overlapping your low, regular instinct-grunts from the impact.\n\nFinally, he lets out a long, low groan and thrusts forward, spilling his load deep inside you, that blue-black cock twitching and jerking. Though your pussy is wet from the stimulation, and even squeezes around him some in reaction, what you feel can't properly be called an orgasm, since there's just not enough intellect left to process the stimulation from your nerves more than the basic. Even as he pulls out of you and wipes his dripping cock off on your ass, you just stare ahead at the wall, since it's all the same to you.\n\nThe sad thing is, you're not even smart enough anymore to realize you've met your doom.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGRogue12xEnd]]

There's a strange feeling you don't quite have proper words to describe... "threat" is somewhere in there, but it's hard because you feel like whatever that is, it's a threat to more than your life, it's a threat to... your you, for lack of a better way. You're not even sure how you know that, it just feels like that thing is a threat in a way that nothing in the physical world could possibly be. \n\nSo you instead turn away and try pushing yourself through the black void, away from the flickering light. Apparently thinking is still doing, as a glance behind you shows the whatever it is receding into the distance. It's strange, as much as that threat response was blaring inside you, there's also a part of you that feels like something is being lost by getting away from it.\n\n"If this is a flash it's taking a long time," you say to the black void, since you now don't have anything better to do, even be afraid. ... Hm. Well you suppose that if your sense of time has been suspended, then even if it's just a second or two while you're undergoing the process, it could still seem like a really long time. "This could get really boring." \n\nThen you blink as a bookshelf appears next to you. Just like that, there was nothing, just the blank, empty void, and now there's a bookshelf. You can see it clearly despite the lack of lights. You do start to move away from it until you stop yourself and focus back, drawing close. ... Yup, bookshelf. You poke a finger against the front of one of the shelves, and... okay, it's there, you can feel it, but not really. The same for when you take down one of the books... you're aware that it's in your hands, you can see and feel yourself lifting and holding it, but since there's no sense of weight or gravity it's still sort of unreal. You flip through it, and it does have text, but it's pretty incomprehensible. After going back to the start, you realize that it's part of a series and put it back, instead floating up to take down the first book at the top shelf.\n\n'On Utilizing and Manipulating the Finer Points of Artificial Joints'. Volume one. Of 112.\n\n... Eh. Like you've got anything better to do?\n\nSo, you start reading. It's a little dense at first but definitely not complete gibberish like it felt the other one was. Of course eventually you get back to the original book you took down and now it doesn't seem like gibberish anymore, since you have the basis from the previous ones to build on. You float in midair... well, if you were to judge the bottom of the bookcase as the floor, anyway... kicked back and reading, surrounded by stacks of the other books that you set here and there, sometimes atop each other or just arbitrarily wherever was within arm's reach when you were done. About the time you're starting on the first book of the last shelf, another bookshelf appears a short distance away. Huh. Okay. Shrugging a bit, since you don't feel particularly rushed, you continue reading the book you're currently on, finishing up it and the rest of the bottom shelf before drifting over to the new shelves and taking down the first novel. 'On the Function of Artificial Eyes'. Definitely useful.\n\nAnd so it goes, with you reading the books that appear, and new bookshelves appearing. Sometimes there will simply be one, coming into existence all on its lonesome, just waiting to be tackled. Sometimes they'll pop up in short sequence, one after the other until there's a short cluster of them. And very occasionally, a few will appear at the same time. With nothing better to do and since they actually seem relevant, you just keep on methodically plugging through each, reading about how fiber filament nerves work, augmented neural lattices, chemical injection pumps...\n\nAnd then you're opening your eyes. You feel confused as everything goes wobbly and blurry for a moment, before resolving into a white ceiling with lights. You blink a few times, feeling the particular fuzziness and disconnect of someone who was having a very long, very intense dream who's suddenly awake and not sure what happened. You feel heavy and cool... you feel, though, and there's shades and color and depth to this world, which you see as Dr. Life leans into view over you. "Sam? Can you hear me?"\n\n"Uh... yeah." Though your tongue feels a bit sluggish and your lips sort of 'off', like the one time you had a bit of minor oral surgery and everything was numbed. It's not really numb now, just... weird.\n\n"Good, good. Here, try to sit up, if you can," she says with a smile, straightening up and setting back.\n\nYour arms feel like someone replaced your muscles with sand, and the rest of your body with clay as you do your best to move them... the feeling is heavy and awkward, despite your limbs moving as directed, albeit rather slowly as you get your hands on the bed and slowly push yourself up. Your head almost wants to loll around, but you force it upright. It feels heavy too, almost like you were stuffed up with a cold, but when you try to look back and forth your neck and eyes obey you, it just feels... more difficult than it should, really. Not even hard, like you're struggling, just like there's effort being exerted for something you normally wouldn't think about. "I feel heavy," you inform Dr. Life after a moment, since that seems the best descriptor you can think of.\n\n"That's normal, your brain is having to relearn how it processes input and the natural movements of your body. It replicates human musculature and joints as well as we could manage, so you shouldn't have any problems moving in general, it will just feel a bit unnatural for awhile. Still, you're actually doing quite a bit better than projected... I thought it might take you a few hours to get your arms and hands moving naturally enough to lift yourself. Hm... do you think you could stand, or even walk?"\n\n"I think so," you allow, shifting on the bed to swing your legs over it. You can look down at yourself and see that your body isn't particularly different than what it was before... still slender, and with fairly small breasts, just a lot paler than you were. You slowly push yourself off the bed, easing your feet onto the floor, the sensation of how cold it is on your bare soles feeling... intense? Maybe that's a word for it, it's definitely different than it would have been before but mostly in that there's just more of everything. Spotting a mirror on the wall nearby, you make sure you're balanced properly before making your way towards it. Your steps are slow but even... moving is sort of like being exhausted without being tired, weirdly enough. You arrive in front of the mirror, taking a look at yourself in your new body. You'd already seen some of it, but now you're able to see everything... the blue eyes that glow faintly, though you think they wouldn't be noticeable to most people or in the sunlight. The long black hair, which feels real enough as you raise a hand up to pinch some of it between your fingertips and rub, using the other hand to balance against the wall. Again there's that feel like the sensation of the hair is more intense... you realize there's just way <i>more</i> to the feeling than you're used to, and you're having trouble processing it.\n\n<img src="images/cybersam1.jpg">\n\n"Upright locomotion without stumbling, fine motor control, you're picking all this up remarkably fast, again we thought this would take quite awhile," Dr. Life notes. "Not as long as the spine replacement, obviously, but 'pinching motion' was on the docket for later this week. How are you doing this, Sam?"\n\n"I, uh..." You frown a little, watching your unlined forehead crease just a little, quite realistically. "I have this funny feeling I read the manual."\n\n"The... manual?"\n\n"Yeah. It's not very clear, sort of like... maybe a dream you don't remember until someone says something about it, but I think I sort of feel like I did a lot of reading while I was out and was put in this body." You turn towards her, shrugging a bit, shoulders starting to feel a bit less weighty even as you do. "Maybe the instructions for this body?"\n\n"The neural hookups and implants obviously have software intended to let your brain use them, but for them to manifest as 'instruction manuals'," the scantily-clad superscientist murmurs, cupping her chin and glancing downward. "I wonder if this is something that could be replicated deliberately, or is unique to you? We might need to do more experiments. But if this is so, then Sam, you've essentially given yourself a baseline to build on that will fast forward you past the weeks of rehab that were ahead, and possibly the months of learning about your enhanced abilities that were beyond that."\n\n"Yeah... if that's so, then I need-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-practice."|CyberSam]]\n\n[["-data."|CyberSam]]

"Let's get these out of the way," you announce, reaching out tentacles to manhandle her mostly limp body, though she twists and jerks in pointless defiance as you strip her of her panties and shirt and then drop her back down onto the bed naked, her enlarged tits wobbling with the motion. "I want you to have as much of a view past those things as you can."\n\n"What do you mean vi-" the Senshi starts to demand, before gasping and arching on the bed, her hips jerking with the strange and pleasurable sensations of you altering her body. Her crotch bulges outward, quickly taking on a distinct shape as a shaft pushes out and starts to take form, a pair of small but obviously already heavy orbs dropping into the smooth-skinned sack that presses out below it. Rei hisses in breath through her teeth and then huffs it back out, her fists clenching full of the sheets and twisting as the shaft grows more defined, pressing out the bulge of the cockhead and becoming threaded with veins as it keeps growing longer and thicker, waving in the air with her twists and jerks, her new balls bouncing and slapping against her pussy. She is indeed staring down past her tits at it, when she's not tossing back her head and trying to muffle cries of pleasure.\n\nFinally the growth stops and she collapses to the bed, panting, her skin gleaming with sweat. The tip of her new cock almost brushes the undersides of her tits, and the balls hanging down between her spread thighs and resting against her drooling pussy are roughly the size of baseballs. She stares down past her tits with slightly glazed eyes, watching the almost visible throbbing of her new prick. Whimpering, the Senshi clenches her fists hard. "S-stop it... take it off of me, it... it's throbbing... it <i>aches</i>..."\n\n"Hm? Does it ache? Maybe if you stroke it, it might relieve some of the pressure," you coo back at her smarmily, adding a mocking giggle.\n\nShe clenches her teeth and almost growls at you... then has to yank her hands back down to the bed when she begins to move them towards her cock without realizing it. After a few seconds she begins to writhe and whimper with the effort of not touching her massive new prick, her bare body grinding against the sheets, that long, fat shaft rubbing across her fat belly and leaving a few smears of pre on the undersides of her tits. But eventually she can't seem to hold herself back, reaching trembling hands towards the thick shaft, gasping loudly and making her whole body jerk at the first tentative touch. But then she almost grabs at it, starting to stroke and rub it with both hands, moaning full-throated and tossing her head back and forth. "Oh, oh fuck!" the Senshi gasps out, arching her back and thrusting her hips up towards her hands, inexpertly trying to fuck against her own fingers. \n\nSoon she's pumping her hands furiously over the full length of her prick, stroking it shamelessly and urging a steady dribble of pre out of it. You giggle to yourself at watching it throb in her hands, her body continuing to writhe on the bed... and her motions only becoming more agitated and her whimpering louder as she goes on. After almost half an hour she's desperately thrusting her hips against her stroking hands, her body dripping with sweat and bangs plastered against her forehead. "I need to cum! Why can't I cum?!" she whines.\n\n"Because I'm not letting you," you answer simply enough, folding your arms over your chest.\n\n"Oh God, oh fuck!" The Senshi reaches down to massage her aching, overfull balls with one hand, still stroking the shaft with the other.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her cum.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Don't let her cum.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Show her the true pleasure of a cock.|HLSenshi]]

"You're seriously gonna come up with something all new, huh?"\n\n"I already have. I am, quite frankly, a brilliant chemist, and I have no idea how I put up with teaching high school all these years," he grumbles as he turns and heads a bit deeper into the lab.\n\n'Betting easy access to cheerleaders had something to do with it,' you think with a sneer of your own as you follow after him, to what's obviously the more technical area. Mr. Black turns and gestures to a counter stool, and after a moment you take a seat, since it seems like he's probably not going to start until he feels like he's lecturing a student, despite his declared disdain for teaching.\n\n"Alright, Dan, let's start with a question even you should be able to answer. What's the hottest drug on the streets, right now...?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Zeus."|YPBB2x2]]\n\n[["ClearThought."|YPBB]]\n\n[["Fairy."|YPBB3x1]]\n\n[["Greenback."|YPBB]]

"Man, all I hear other guys talkin' about these days is Zeus," you say with a bit of exasperation. "All about how it makes your dick bigger and turns you into a fuck-machine and star athlete all at once."\n\n"Gee, you sound less than excited, Dan," Mr. Black says with a condescending chuckle.\n\n"All it is is some meth or coke and maybe some testosterone all mixed up in one of those five hour energy shots, dude, it's not all that."\n\n"Hm, very canny," Mr. Black murmurs after a moment, eyeing you as if maybe having decided you have at least two brain cells to rub together. "You're right. I've analyzed several samples of street Zeus and it's just as you describe, a pathetic and low-grade sort of mixture aimed at catching insecure young idiots."\n\n"But you have a better idea for catching insecure young idiots," you say dryly.\n\n"Absolutely. The new breed of Zeus I'll create... Jupiter, perhaps... will be a chemical composition all its own. Its effects will be measurable and consistent, with measurable boosts to strength and virility while the high lasts," he says enthusiastically, seeming to get a little more animated when he mentions 'virility'. Aha, his motivations for making a better Zeus are becoming clearer. "Now, let's get started. Wash up, then put on safety gear. And follow my instructions exactly!"\n\nIt's not easy when he seems to feel the need to constantly slip snide remarks in amidst his instructions, but you keep thinking of that payday. Dumb jocks and cocky street punks (not unlike yourself) pay stupid prices for a shot of Zeus... if you can take over that market with something that actually, really works, you could charge three or four times what Zeus shots go for and they'd dig up the money for it. The thought of a third of the money from a racket like that keeps you going throughout the very long process of crafting the brew, until eventually it's slowly bubbling away over the heat in a large round glass container, several tubes and other attachments hooked up to it.\n\n"There," Mr. Black declares in satisfaction as he peels off his gloves. "Now, this will need to remain at this heat for quite awhile. I'm going to run out and take care of those other issues, while you stay here and wait to perform the final step. It's simple enough even a monkey can do it, which is why you'll be the one to stay here."\n\nRolling your eyes, you set your mask aside. "Yeah, yeah, so what do I do?"\n\n"When the liquid starts to turn cloudy, fill this syringe here with bull hormone, from the shelf there," he says, indicating a row of vials. "You can read 'bull', right? Bee-yoo-ell-ell? Comes before 'shit'?" he adds with an extra sneer that somehow seems to apply the last word to you rather than just generally saying it. "Stick the needle into this injector tube here and push the plunger all the way down." Then he turns and leaves, giving a call of "Don't fuck it up!" as he goes.\n\nGod, what a <i>tremendous</i> asshole! You've got half a mind to fuck up his precious concoction just out of spite! You sit glaring between the boiling liquid and occasionally glancing at the rack of animal hormones, trying to decide whether to do it properly or inject something else just to see what happens and if he'll even notice. Heh, maybe you could get him to try the stuff himself! That makes you snicker at the idea of Mr. Black choking and dropping dead or developing some horrible wasting illness that causes him to reevaluate his connection to his family or something.\n\nIt does take quite awhile, but eventually the clear liquid starts to turn faintly grey, clouding up. Okay, moment of truth!\n\n<hr>\n[[Inject bull hormone.|YPBB]]\n\n[[Inject cow hormone.|YPBB]]\n\n[[Inject cat hormone.|YPBB]]\n\n[[Inject ape hormone.|YPBB]]\n\n[[Inject the vial with '????' on it.|YPBB]]

"I spent a lot of time mopping that aisle, so I hope this is going to make up for it."\n\n"It should be quite a lot of fun, dear, no worries. Just spread your legs a bit more... there you go."\n\nYou let out a few spurts of cum as you're slapped lightly against the front of a crotch, then feel your tip being rubbed up and down a pair of soft, wet pussylips. Then you feel your entire head being wrapped in moist, gripping, pleasurable tightness as you're pushed inside of that ready cunt, your length quivering and shuddering as you slide deeper and deeper inside. Those walls are grasping at you, almost sucking you further inside even as you're pushed deeper, almost your entire world taken up by the feeling of a tight, eager pussy squeezing and sucking at your long, thick cock body. Soon everything but the slight bulge at your base where it transitions to your fat, dripping pussy is sheathed inside that dripping, tight cavern, squeezing you and massaging you with its quivering and the pumps of a heartbeat.\n\nAnd then you can feel a fat cockhead rubbing and stroking against your own pussylips before starting to push inside you. You begin cumming near-constantly from both ends, your cunt spasming and shuddering as the rest of you throbs and spurts deep inside the molten pussy you've been sheathed in. A cock not a lot smaller than you are pushes deeper and deeper inside, bulging you up against the pussy walls and making you spurt thick, hot ropes of jizz ahead of you, more and more of it with every pump as you're fucked and fuck simultaneously, your entire existence consisting of the pussy you've been stuffed inside and the cock fucking your pussy. \n\nWhatever thoughts, feelings, memories of Cyan that you'd managed to hold onto after becoming a pussy-cock are quickly fucked out of you, spurting out of your throbbing, lewd form along with all the honey splashing from your cunt-base and the jizz gushing from your bulbous head. What thoughts remain... as much as they can be called thoughts... are merely of wanting to fuck and be fucked, to be used on pusses and assholes and cocks and to just keep cumming over and over. But then, what other thoughts should a flesh and blood sex toy have?\n\nEventually that cock slides out of you, leaving your pussy-end gaping and dribbling cum, and you're slowly slid from the warm, wet cavern, your entire length dripping with pussy juice and churned-up jizz dribbling from your tip. There is no urge or desire in you other than to be slid back inside, or to be slid back over a fat, eager prick. Nothing vaguely human in you processes the mouth noises the users are making, other than vaguely hoping it means they're getting ready to use you again.\n\n"A combination dildo and onahole that actually cums, among other things. This candy thief has proved to lead to something amazing!"\n\n"Mm. You swelled me up pretty good, Boss."\n\n"Yes, isn't it wonderful how it just cums forever, even without anything to make it? Mmm... you should try wearing it next. We can rig up a strapon to slide it over, and then a few extra straps to hold it in place. Would you like to fuck my ass, dearest Mandy?"\n\n"Sure, whatever, Boss."\n\n"Your enthusiasm always brightens my day! And I suppose brightens this thing's too, most likely. Well, come on, let's get to improvising!"\n\n<b>Tandy's Candy</b> end - <i>Why oh why did you take the blue pill?</i>

You're mostly just browsing, may as well go up and say hello. Such is the path of politeness (and possible free samples). Passing the aisles, you head up towards the counter, which is a long L-shaped thing, one arm of it being display counters, the other an apparent ice cream section.\n\nStanding behind the counter is a woman you'd assume is a little younger than your mom, and dressed rather... oddly... for someone working a candy shop. Up top is an off-the-shoulder black dress that's scooped low over her very generous chest, and atop her head is a stereotypical witch's hat. She has thick, wavy blonde hair and pretty face, and vibrant... lilac?... eyes. You kind of want to ask where she got her contacts but that seems rude.\n\n"Oh, good morning!" she says brightly as she spots you. "I'm Tandy, welcome to Tandy's Candy! It's a pleasure to have you!"\n\n"Thanks," you reply just a tad distractedly, eyes busy skimming over the rows of what look like fresh-made treats. When you notice she's looking at you expectantly, it takes a moment for your brain to kick over from the usual interchange between employee and customer, which she apparently feels is inadequate. "Ah, um... I'm Cyan, nice to meet you."\n\n"What a lovely name! Well Cyan, as you may have noticed we're having our grand opening," Tandy explains, putting her hands together and clapping her fingertips excitedly. "To celebrate we have some specials, but more than that I'm trying out some lovely custom treats. Since it's been rather slow today, tell you what, I'd love to give you a free sample in return for some feedback."\n\n"Oh, sure," you reply, doing your best not to add a 'Just according to keikaku' grin. (That means plan.) \n\n"Now, I have several different sorts. Several varieties of [[milkshake|GGCandy9x1]] are new in the ice cream parlor, I could whip one of those up for you. Then there's a few inventions of mine, like the [[Chocolate Elf Truffles|GGCandy]]!"\n\n"Chocolate... elf?"\n\n"So light and airy and perfect, you'd swear they could walk on top of snow," Tandy replies with a wink and a giggle. "Then there are my [[Just Relax Cookies|GGCandy7x2]]! They're designed to help with therapy, they're very good at helping you forget all your worries. And finally, the ultimate in decadence, there's the [[Chewy Sugar Blobs|GGCandy]]!"\n\nYou can't help but grin at that. "No way, you actually named something 'sugar blobs'?"\n\n"Accurate, hm?" Tandy grins as she reaches into the case and plucks up... well, yeah, it looks like a red blob of half-solidified sugar, wobbling a bit in her palm. "Candy is a wonderful indulgence, I don't believe in trying to hide its, ah... sinful nature." Her eyes twinkle as she says it, making a little sideways kiss motion at the Sugar Blob before setting it on a piece of tissue paper on the counter. "In any event, what would you like to try?"

"Fine," you say with a sigh, rubbing your face with both hands. "Just... make sure to tie the horses up properly tonight, alright?"\n\n"Oh?" He blinks. "Did they get loose last night?"\n\n"Um. Almost. I managed to catch them before they really did and retie them," you murmur. "But they bothered me and kept me awake all night." Well, that part's true enough.\n\n"I am deeply sorry, my dear, of course. I will see to it myself that a much better job is done tonight."\n\nThat night's portion of dinner is even bigger than the last's, which does yet again help to soothe your hurt feelings a bit. And Bane does go around and check the horses' reins once more before he heads back to camp. Sighing, you trot around the little glade a few times, then decide to lean your arms against a tree and rest your forehead on them as the comfiest position you're likely to find out here.\n\nYou awaken to, yet again, the feeling of a horse mounting up on your back. "God <i>dammit</i> Bane!" you hiss, the halfling's name trailing up into a moan as Shae's black and grey thrusts his cock into you. That little fucker wouldn't know a knot if it was keeping him from getting horsefucked!\n\nAll you can do is brace yourself against the tree and try to muffle your moans as the dapple pounds your rubbery black pussy, the animal's need just as obvious as last night, his balls thumping against you as if to show how full they are. You glance back and forth, panting, seeing the other three standing about, hooves thumping at the ground, hard cocks wobbling beneath their bellies, obviously waiting their turn. It's very clear you're going to get fucked by all four again tonight, and there's nothing you can really do about it.\n\n"Oh hell with it," you mutter under your breath between moans. You pull the chainmail shirt up over your tits, baring them deliberately this time, letting them bounce and wobble in the night air with the motion of the horse fucking you. You grab one in your hand, kneading it and moaning as that big thick equine dick pounds your own horsepussy, fucking you with that mindless animal frenzy until he gives a whinny and dumps his load inside you. He shifts and thrusts a few more times before shifting off your back, cock dropping free of you, almost instantly replaced by Amana's steed, the black stallion taking his turn fucking you to multiple orgasms while you moan and gasp under your breath, giving into the urges of your animal half's urge to be fucked by horsecocks.\n\nEventually Amana's steed fills you with his load, and Bane's moves up to take his turn at attempting to knock you up, the sweating, grunting, snorting beast hauling himself onto your back and draping his forelimbs over your barrel, jamming his cock in you and pounding away. You toy with your nipples as eagerly and thoroughly as any slut in the midst of being fucked, panting as you look over at the Clydesdale. He's just standing there, staring, watching, that absolutely immense dappled horse cock jutting beneath him, the tip dripping a bit. He's the one that's closest to patiently waiting his turn. You might as well admit you're eager for it, wanting that big fat equine prick in you, pounding a pussy shaped and made for it.\n\nAs Bane's chestnut finishes inside you and pulls off, you shift around, presenting your rump to the Clydesdale, leaning forward and bracing your hands against the tree. Without more than one of those gruntlike whinnies, he mounts up, making you groan happily as that absolutely massive equine prick spreads you wide again, pumping into your black pussy until his immense balls slap against your crotch. Your huge bare tits sway underneath you, dripping sweat from the stiff nipples as you're fucked by the animal's monster of a dick, the powerful member leaving the cum of the other stallions spurting out of your pussy so that he can replace it with his own. You think you're cumming every third or fourth thrust but it's hard to tell, it feels so good that they're overlapping, you're not even sure if you're properly muffling your whorelike moans anymore.\n\nYou feel that amazing rush of hot cum deep inside you and shudder, letting out a rather whinny-like soft cry of your own at the feeling. The Clydesdale pulls out along your back, enough for his cock to slip from your pussy... but instead of dismounting, he suddenly drives forward again. You muffle a scream as that immense cock buries itself in your ass, spreading the previously virgin hole beneath your tail open and taking it all in one thrust. You're not sure if the stallion <i>meant</i> to fuck you in the ass, or doesn't care so long as he got to fuck you twice, but he's sure fucking your horsebutt now! He pounds into you like a machine, no, like a fuck-crazed animal, because that's what he is, snorting and nipping at your shoulders and back as he fucks your ass. Your eyes roll up in your head, tongue lolled out completely, a wanton expression having totally overcome your face as you're assfucked by the biggest stallion, his balls slapping forward against your cum-dripping black pussy.\n\nEventually the Clydesdale dumps his second load, filling your asshole with a torrent of liquid white heat. He pulls out again, dropping off your back, and apparently has already forgotten you as he trots a few steps away and begin cropping grass. It takes you somewhat longer to catch your breath and gather your wits, panting heavily and shuddering, both of your ink black lower holes spread open and dribbling with white. But eventually you do get yourself together, and swallowing, you move about, retying the horses, and making your way to the little lake near the camp.\n\nAs you settle into the water and start doing your best to wash up, you consider. Obviously Bane's pretty set on you not staying in the camp with the rest of them. And obviously the horses have a taste for fucking you now... probably there's no amount of Use Rope ranks that could keep them from working free and using you again tomorrow night. As you see it, you have two choices... you can leave the party and strike out on your own, or you can stay. ... Which is basically admitting you <i>want</i> to get fucked by the horses every night.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Stay.|GGCentaur2x4]]

Stunned and more confused than ever at what you're feeling, you back away and creep quietly back down the stairs before slipping out of the house again. You walk a few blocks down before finding a bench to sit down on and try to sort your thoughts out.\n\nYour mother is having an affair... with another woman. You've definitely confirmed that beyond a shadow of a doubt, and the image you saw has left you with feelings that are hard to sort out. Multiple different social ideas as well as your own feelings are all fighting a mud wrestling match that leaves nothing clear. What are you going to do about this?\n\n<hr>\n[[Talk to your mother about it.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Talk to a friend about it.|GGParent11x2]]\n\n[[Talk to another adult about it.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Keep it to yourself.|GGParent]]

You should probably talk to someone your own age about this, someone you can trust. You only have a few friends you can really, absolutely be sure would never breathe a word to another living soul about this sort of thing. And in this sort of case you guess the question is, who would you be more comfortable talking to... another girl, or a boy?\n\n<hr>\n[[Girl.|GGParent11x3]]\n\n[[Boy.|GGParent]]

Yeah, you're not sure you're quite ready to talk about your mother's lesbian romps with a dude. Pulling up your contact list, you tap your friend Leslie's number before bringing your phone to your ear.\n\nAfter a moment the line clicks. "Hey, Cy!" Leslie's cheerful voice says. "Wow, right to making a voice call instead of texting, it must be serious!"\n\n"It... kinda is," you admit with a sigh.\n\n"What's wrong?" Leslie's voice immediately switches to concerned. "Are you okay, are you hurt?"\n\n"I'm fine. I mean, I guess. Something's bothering me though, and I really need to talk to you about it."\n\n"Okay, sure, come over, my mom won't be home for an hour or two."\n\n"Thanks, be there soon," you answer before closing the line and standing. You're still not sure where your thoughts are by the time that you get to Leslie, your slight, athletic blonde friend showing you in with a mildly worried look on her face. You follow her up to your room after depositing your boots in the entryway, flumping down to sit next to her on the bed.\n\n"What's up, Cy?" she asks gently. "You look like you don't know what end of you's pointed up right now."\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell her what you saw.|GGParent11x4]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|GGParent]]

Well, if the dirt farmer's words were accurate, best not to risk pissing off the local lord. At best you might come down in the morning to find your steed stolen, and that would be a massive blow to getting started indeed. You follow the road directly through town, trying not to get distracted by the mass of beings from both the lower planes and others, wearing a riot of clothes from different eras of history and, you're fairly certain, the future. While there are numerous sights, stalls, and other things, you keep on through... you have nothing to barter with at the moment other than your body anyway, and that can become tiresome to pay with fast, depending on what someone wants. You're soon through the city itself and setting off on the trail up the hill.\n\nAbout halfway up you spot another wall and gate, guards standing at it. But before you're even within calling distance the doors are being pulled open to admit you. Huh... you have to admit you kind of like that. You continue on through the gate and up to the castle, where a contingent of guards, slaves, and what must be the lord of the castle himself is waiting. Vivlar is a massive 'classic' demon... goatlike hooves, red skin, a face that's somehow both handsome and ugly at once, a jet black goatee and long black hair, clad in gleaming black and red armor, the lower part of it mostly a loincloth that falls against and outlines the massive member beneath. He's a good twelve feet tall, and from the looks of it his cock is at least three feet... limp. A bit showy for your tastes, but eh, still hot. You draw up in front of the contingent. "It looks like you've been expecting me, Lord."\n\n"Indeed," he rumbles. "Word passed to me from Xkghton even before you arrived within its walls. I'm most glad you came directly to see me. Please, allow my servants to take your steed to the stables so that we might talk in comfort."\n\n"I have your word that he'll be returned to me when I leave?" you ask suspiciously, squeezing your thighs around your property.\n\n"You would ask <i>me</i> for my word?" Vivlar says as if offended, putting a hand to his chest and scowling. "Are you implying that the Lord of Xkghton would lie to someone coming to treat in good faith?" he adds, putting some growl into his voice.\n\n<hr>\n[[Er, no, of course not.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Yeah.|GGHell2x3]]

You roll your eyes mightily. "Well I think he fucking would, yeah."\n\nThere's absolute silence for a long moment. And then the demon lord bursts out with a large booming laugh. "You are no fool then, and we shall treat as such! I give you my binding word, you shall be treated with full guest rights, including having your steed returned to you should you choose to leave with him."\n\nYou hesitate for a moment more, going over the statement in your mind, but the offering of explicit guest rights is pretty solid. So you nod and swing off of the steed, allowing one of the naked imp girls to move forward. You give him a mental nudge to go with her, but grin as he leans down and nips her bare little ass, making her squeal. Vivlar chuckles as well as you move to join him, and he turns and makes his way inside the sumptuously-appointed castle, walking through the massive halls.\n\n"Since you came directly to me, no doubt you have heard that I am a breeder of hellhorses," the lord says, rolling his ring-clad, talon-tipped red fingers as he speaks. "And you are a new, and yet I sense powerful and canny demon, with a new and equally powerful hellhorse."\n\n"I admit, I was born yesterday," you respond with a tilt of the head.\n\n"And already out and about in the lower planes trying to find your fortune. I wish I'd had your ambition when I was newmade," Vivlar sighs with apparently sincere longing as the two of you enter what looks like a throne room. However, on the dais where mortal kings might keep a gilded chair, Vivlar has what looks like a female demon lord, one slightly larger than himself. She's chained onto all fours with thick, runemarked black iron, another broad band of metal wrapped around her neck with a short chain going to the floor, keeping her head constantly bowed as if in respect, but not so much that you can't see her snapped-off horns. Her body is completely naked, her tail crimped short and capped with black iron studded with bits of clear glass, as if in mockery of jewels, and the side of her ass bears a brand in the shape of what you're guessing is Vivlar's mark. Vivlar casually moves up to his 'throne', flipping his loincloth back before settling down on her back, obviously wanting to make sure she can feel his balls and cock on her bare skin, her massive purple tits wobbling under her as she bears the weight. "But yes, there are a few ways we could benefit each other."\n\n"I'm listening," you answer, clasping your hands behind your back, deciding to pay no further heed to the demon lord's living throne, since no one else is. Apparently what was once a powerful ruler in her own right is now just a bit of furniture... well, and a message, clearly.\n\n"I have some land and a castle holdings, as well as some funds, that I have been holding waiting to offer to a promising demon. I think that might be you. You could become a landed lord of your own incredibly fast for such a newmade, though of course what you do with it from there is up to you. If you might trade me for your steed...?"\n\nThe offer is intensely tempting, as it should be, but you shake your head. "The steed is mine, my lord, I intend to keep it for eternity."\n\n"Mm, you are a smart one, indeed. Very well then. There are other ways for you to do me services worthy of earning the keep. I have a hellhorse contest with Lord Brakken coming up soon, and I've heard tell he's got an impressive entry."\n\n"And you want to enter my horse instead of one of your own?"\n\n"No, my dear." Vivlar smiles toothily. "I want to enter <i>you</i>."\n\n"Me?!" You stare at him... then purse your lips. "You want to turn me into a hellhorse."\n\n"As powerful as that steed is, you are moreso, and still new enough that your form can be easily enough reshaped for some time yet. You could enter into a slave contract... they can be temporary, after all... and changed, and then after the contest you could be turned back. All according to the rules, me entering my property into the contest and, of course, winning, and you could be back to your old form and on your way to your new title and holdings."\n\n"And if I don't want to be a hellhorse?"\n\n"Mm. There is breeding to consider."\n\n"Letting my stallion stud your mares?"\n\n"Yes." He smirks. "And letting my stallions stud you." He chuckles again at your blink. "Again, your newness and power is an advantage. Any get one of my stallions sired on you, in your own form, would be a full hellhorse... but infused with greater energy and new life. Between your offspring and that of your steed, there would be enough reinvigorated lifeblood in my herd to keep it breeding strong for thousands of years to come."\n\nYou shift your jaw thoughtfully. "Any other temptations while you're at it, my lord?"\n\nVivlar shrugs, resting a hand on his throne's ass. "If none of that appeals, I am always looking for more wives. You could present the steed as your dowry, and I will offer him back to you as a wedding present, meaning he would technically belong to us both. With such a dowry, you would not be the greatest of my wives, but certainly not the least. It is not a lordship of your own... but it is its own path to power. An ambitious demoness could certainly do worse. What say you?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Become a hellhorse.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Become a brood mare.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Marry Vivlar.|GGHell]]\n\n[[No, none of it.|GGHell]]

Traipsing across a near-endless wasteland doesn't exactly sound like a lot of fun, and what's the point of big a big-boobed naked demon if you can't have any fun? You turn towards Xkghton and set off at a gallop, enjoying the feel of bouncing and rubbing against your steed's back as he runs. Poor mortals, having to worry about things like impact and chafing!\n\nEventually you slow to a trot as you start to see signs of life, like people (well, demons) milling about the sides of the road. Most are dressed in rags, some in nothing at all just like you... a lot look like they're barely above imp-level, so these are no doubt the commoners. Many glance up at you and then away, apparently assuming anyone with such a large and powerful hellhorse must be a noble of some sort. But one, apparently emboldened by your nudity, steps forward. "Oy. You new?"\n\nYou draw your horse up near him, glancing down. He's a dirty, somewhat scabby thing, short and with a bit of a gut, green skin and yellow eyes. About the only thing even worth mentioning is that he has a cock larger than most of the other naked male demons. You slide off of your horse and reach out to give his shaft a few casual strokes in greeting, feeling it quickly harden in your hand. "I suppose I am, yes," you admit.\n\nHe moans lowly as you continue stroking his cock. "I've some information y'might find useful."\n\nYou consider for a moment, then nod, turning around and bending forward, resting your hands on your knees. He quickly moves up behind you and stuffs his stiff prick into your pussy, starting to pump away while squeezing and rubbing your ass. "Well, go ahead, I'm waiting," you encourage.\n\n"Lord Vivlar rules over Xkghton," the demon grunts as he fucks at you with little more precision than your horse would, his hips slapping against the round curves of your ass and setting them to jiggling. "He's mad for hellhorses, he is, breeds them and raises them, competes against his biggest rival with them. Such as he, might be interested in that one you've got."\n\n"He's not for sale," you answer with a mildly annoyed sigh as your tits sway under you.\n\n"Might be he'd just want ya ta use him for stud. 'Sides, ain't necessarily wise to not help Lord Vivlar get what he wants in his own city," the demon adds with a groan as he shoves forward and cums in you. After a moment, he pulls out and bends to pick up his splintery rake. "Just a word of advice," he adds distractedly as he wanders back to his dirt farming. You shrug and remount your steed, resuming your ride and considering the demon's words. Eventually you see the tall walls surrounding the city... and the impressive black stone castle rising on a high hill beyond it. Perhaps it would be best to go directly to Lord Vivlar... if, that is, you're considering the demon's advice.\n\n<hr>\n[[See Vivlar.|GGHell2x2]]\n\n[[Find an inn.|GGHell]]

"My head's spinning," you murmur, giving it a little shake. "Ah... actually... could we maybe, y'know... cuddle for awhile?"\n\nSatan blinks once, then again. Her mouth opens and closes, apparently flummoxed. "You... have the chance for further depravity of any kind you wish, and you want to <i>cuddle</i>? ... With <i>me</i>?"\n\n"... It's kind of my desire," you add after a second. "I can't remember the last time someone just held me and was affectionate without an ulterior motive or knowing someone would come along and ruin it."\n\n"I... see," she says slowly, obviously taking a moment to absorb it. "Well then. I suppose if that is your desire, pet, since I have pledged to indulge you while you are my guest, then I've no choice. We will... cuddle."\n\nActually seeming a little awkward now, the massive red demon settles back down onto the bed, opening her arms as she turns towards you. A little uncertain yourself, you nevertheless scoot over and snuggle in. It's actually quite nice, feeling that big, hot body enfold you... not quite stifling this time, since you're just rubbing up against those massive breasts instead of getting pinned under them. Her shaggy legs feel soft and safe as they wrap around your own lower body, and her large arms are almost protective as they enfold you.\n\n"This is... truly what you desire?" the devil says quietly.\n\n"Yes, you're making me very happy, thank you," you murmur back just before drifting off to sleep.\n\nWhen you wake up, you find you're laying on your back, sprawled out and with the feel of drool down your chin. You're alone, too, which makes you quite sad for a moment... until you feel something poking your cheek. A fingertip, specifically. "Hey. Hey." Blinking, you look to the side of the bed where the poker is standing, and spot a girl your own age standing there. Her black hair is pulled into twintails and tied with red ribbons, and her face is cute... with bright red eyes. She's wearing a black ribbon choker, and a black halter top and... actually, everything's black, except the belt of her little skirt. The visible straps of her panties are definitely black.\n\nWait, you thought clothes weren't allowed here? ... So if she's wearing clothes, that must mean, "Uh... Satan?"\n\n"Mm-hmmm!" She bobs her head, beaming at you and striking a little pose, fingers raised in a victory sign at her chin and cheek. "Of course you can tell, pet, since I'm adorable as always, even shrunk down like this."\n\n<img src="images/Samara.jpg">\n\nYou glance down at yourself briefly... you're still a guy, and still naked, though your cock has gone back to... er, actually, no, it's not back to its old size, it's definitely still bigger. It's just 'American porn star' big now instead of gigantic like it was. Squirming and fighting the urge to cover yourself now that the heady rush of earlier's worn off, and fighting off the panic of the potential consequences, you look back at your transformed host. "Uh, so, why <i>do</i> you look like that?"\n\n"Because I've decided that I'm going to continue indulging you, since you're such an interesting pet," she declares, grinning again and giving your cheek another poke. "I'm going to go back to your world with you, and from now on I'm going to take care of you."\n\n'Oh fuck I managed to get another fiancee and this one's the devil,' you think, breaking out into a cold sweat.\n\nShe pokes her tongue out at you. "I am <i>not</i> a fiancee. For one thing that implies some sort of wedding ceremony which usually involves a blessing of the union and clearly I don't go in for that sort of thing. If we were to be joined, it would be a civil ceremony. But I'm more of a fuck friend, I think."\n\n"S-stop reading my mind!" you splutter, sitting up and giving her an annoyed look.\n\n"No. Now, here, drink this," she says, thrusting a shot glass with a small amount of familiar-looking red liquid in it. At your dubious expression, she rolls her eyes and reaches out to pinch your nose, tilting your head back and dropping the liquid in your spluttering mouth. When you swallow by instinct, she lets go and says, "How do you really feel about me coming with you?"\n\n"I actually really want you to because I like you a lot and I'm thrilled at the idea of someone authentically wanting to help me and be nice to me instead of force me into stuff even though you're kind of forcing me into stuff right now," you immediately answer, then blink. "What the hell, it's truth serum too?!"\n\n"As far as your desires go," Satan answers smugly, tossing the shot glass negligently over her shoulder. She snaps her fingers again, your clothes appearing on your body. "Now come come, let's go, I'm eager to get about it."\n\nAfter a few seconds you shrug and get up. What are you going to do, argue? She just made you admit that you really want her to come, you'll plain sound like an idiot if you try to argue her out of doing it anyway, not that she'd listen to you. As the two of you make your way back to the frame, you ask, "So, uh, who are we going to tell people that you are?"\n\n"Honestly we could just tell them that I'm Samael, Lord of Hell, Ruler of the Damned, and fallen child of God if we wanted to, it probably wouldn't make much difference. One of the other Lucifers does it all the time and he still can't get people to believe him."\n\nThere is precisely nothing about any of that that you understand. "Okay but maybe at least a different name?"\n\n"Oh, fine fine, how about... Samara? Will that satisfy your worrying? Just tell everyone I'm your childhood friend that you stumbled across at the museum." At your nod, Samara smirks, then gives a little 'hup!' as she leaps through the frame, dragging you with her by the wrist. She lets go and takes a look around as you land back on the museum tile, both of you looking, well, normal again instead of subtly made up of brush strokes. "Ah, breathe that unpainted air!"\n\n"I don't notice any difference?"\n\n"After a few hundred years you would, trust me. Now, what to do, what to do...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's get out of here.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Akane will show up now.|FRanX32x5]]

"Fine, fine," you say with a groan. "That switch one, I guess, since it seemed to amuse you so much."\n\n"Heheh, let's see. Wow, it's like they just threw a bunch of random letters together, I wonder if that's what they did?" Maya reads and rereads the words several times, before clearing her throat and apparently giving it her best go. "Bid ymm uv dra syclimeha cdivv eh uha puto, ymm uv dra vaseheha cdivv eh yhudran puto! Dryd'c nekrd, dinh uha bancuh ehdu y rihk ynnukyhd vilg, yht dra udran ehdu y picdo cipsecceja cmid!"\n\nThe both of you sit there in silence once she's finished, before you give a nervous laugh. "Maybe you mispronounced 'dryd'c', or 'ynnuk-'" you begin, only to cut off with a loud gasp and clutch at your chest with both hands as a strange twitching, burning sensation runs through it, even as Maya gives a yelp and topples onto her side, twitching.\n\nYour body convulses lightly as your muscles twitch and reform, your whole body twitching as it changes. Your chest bulges outward, two bumps growing steadily into round globes, pressing the fabric of your t-shirt outward and raising it along your belly, which is turning smoother and with a different curve to it. Your hips and ass press against the walls of your jeans as they round out, even your scalp overcome with a shuddery feeling as your hair grows, sliding further and further down your back, your cries of shock and fear steadily getting higher in pitch. You collapse onto your own back, newly curvy hips jerking as you feel the strange sensation of your cock shrinking away, your underwear growing looser in front as a strange sort of... splitting... sensation passes along your crotch below where it was.\n\nOf course, it looks like Maya's in much the same boat... or the opposite boat. Her own t-shirt is getting tighter and riding up, but that's because even as the chest is going loose, her shoulders and arms are broadening, her flat stomach starting to take on the definition of toned abs. The same thing is happening to her smooth legs and arms, the sleek curves shifting to a more muscular, toned definition, her legs twitching as her hips shift, her gasps and little cries gradually getting lower and taking on more bass. The front of her cutoffs starts visibly bulging out, even as her round ass takes on a sturdier, more manly tone in the tight black denim. \n\nEventually the feeling passes, and the both of you are left panting and laying on the floor, occasionally shuddering. When you finally catch your breath and sit up, you find Maya already staring at you. She... well, obviously, <i>he</i>... is still pretty goth-looking, considering the pale skin, black lipstick and painted nails, but otherwise he's got a bit of a jock body, broad-shouldered and well muscled.\n\n"It really worked!" you squeak, then clasp your hands reflexively over your mouth at the girly sound that comes out.\n\n"I... think it did more than switch our genders, I mean..." Maya stares openly at your chest. "Those are... those are definitely bigger than mine were."\n\nYou blink and look down at yourself. It's not exactly hard to see what she means... while Maya was just about right at a C-cup, you're definitely more in the neighborhood of a D. You raise your hands up towards them without thinking, then quickly yank them back down, looking over at Maya in a panic. "Quick, change us back!" you cry as she grabs up the book and flips back to the page, reading feverishly. "Cast the spell again!"\n\n"I don't think that's a good idea," he answers, wincing. "It looks like it's not a spell for making one person a girl and one person a boy... instead it puts all the 'masculine' stuff in one body and all the 'feminine' stuff in another body. I guess that's why you're even more... well... than I was, and I'm... ... yeah." He chuckles nervously, then clears his throat and continues. "It looks like we'll change back to normal in maybe a couple of hours, 'if certain conditions aren't met'. So we should probably just... sit here and not do much."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|QOBook2x3]]\n\n[[Make Maya cast the spell again.|QOBook]]\n\n[[Grab the book, cast the spell yourself.|QOBook]]

"You think I could get something to eat?" you ask, giving her your best winning smile. "Going ballistic always gives me an appetite."\n\n"Sure, sugar!" Ukyo chirps, rushing back around the counter and finishing with cleaning off the griddle. "What do you want, the usual? I've got something new, though..."\n\n"New?" Your ears perk as you move to take a seat at the counter. New is good... especially if 'new' also means 'more' or 'bigger'. \n\n"It's a recipe I found in a cookbook, 'Strongman Okonomiyaki'. It's supposed to make you big and strong! I mean, it does also use..." She pauses, glancing at a container of sliced and diced meat nearby, then waves a hand dismissively. "Nevermind, nevermind!" She goes back to applying oil to the griddle, humming nonchalantly.\n\n... Huuuuh. Okay. Well, getting stronger is <i>always</i> good! ... On the other hand, stuff like that tends to have a drawback. Maybe it would be better to ask for the usual.\n\n<hr>\n[[Order a regular okonomiyaki.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Order a Strongman okonomiyaki.|FRanX]]

Sighing, you pick the option that seems the least likely to resemble any horror movies that have come out in the last five years. "To alter one's... whatever."\n\n"'Bodee, spiriht, und mihnd'," Maya responds with a snicker, doing her best to add a cheesy Transylvanian accent to the already mangled pronunciation. She flips through the pages, then ahs and flips back two. "Here we go, here we go. Man, listen to this stuff, it's great?"\n\nYou sort of doubt that, but of course you're not going to tell her that, instead just leaning a bit to try and look at the book, then leaning back when you worry that she might think you're trying to look at her chest. "What's it say?"\n\n"Man, there are all sorts of great stuff. Some of it's mangled pronunciation worse than the usual, I'm just gonna skip it. '[[To transfer the masculine and the feminine between two|QOBook2x2]]'... guess it means if you've got a guy and a girl, you can switch which is the guy and the girl." Laughing, Maya looks up and grins at you. "What a coincidence!"\n\nBlushing, you shake your head. "Um, what else?"\n\n"'[[To make one's spirit as of the alpha wolf|QOBook]]'... I guess it's a spell for confidence and sexiness or something?"\n\nYou can't help but think you'd really like a spell like that... of course it would just be disappointing if it didn't work, and besides, how embarrassing would it be to ask Maya to cast it on you? So you just keep your mouth shut until she eventually moves on.\n\n"'[[To make all of the traits of one greater|QOBook]]'... what's it do, turn you into the ubermensch? '[[To give one powers most unnatural|QOBook3x1]]', ooo, now we're talkin'!"\n\n"C'mon, Maya."\n\n"Psh, I know, it's not like I think it would really work. And it looks like the last one is '[[An appeal to the gods of change|QOBook]]'. Apparently you just call out to the dudes that oversee all this kind of stuff and they do whatever the heck they feel like."\n\n"That seems sort of... why would you do that?"\n\n"I dunno. Maybe if you're just <i>that</i> bored. Which I am. C'mon, Jamie, pick a spell, I'm gonna cast it and see what happens! Yeah, even if it's nothing."

"I..." You glance at his still-hard cock, amazed that it fit down your throat. But if it fit down your throat... Swallowing hard, you bite your lower lip and murmur, "I... I want you to fuck me. P-please."\n\n"Aw, hell bro, you're way too cute," he says with a chuckle, reaching a hand down to give himself a few strokes. "Sure, let's go in the back end, though."\n\nFor a moment you think he means the back seat, but instead he opens his door and steps out. Flushing again at the idea that he apparently wants to fuck in the truck bed... in even more thorough view of everyone... you nevertheless slip your legs out of your jeans and underwear and step out as well, your cock swaying in front of you as you make your way around the side of the truck. Gabriel lowers the tailgate, then moves to the front of the bed from the side and undoes a clasp, rolling out a padded mat over the bed-liner. Swallowing, you clamber up into the truck bed on all fours, tail instinctively lifting high and baring your spotted ass to him. You moan and even more blatantly present as he climbs up after you and gives the base of your tail a rub again, his other big, powerful hand rubbing over your rear.\n\nAnd then that flared head is pressing against your pucker, and pushing it open, leaving you mewling softly and shivering in pleasure, even giving a soft, feline yowl as it pops inside and sinks in a good inch. More and more of that massive equine prick sinks into your virgin hole, spreading you wide without any apparent problem despite it being your first time, and so tight, enough that you feel like you can feel every vein on his shaft as it slides inside you. Apparently even Gabriel notices, since as he shifts his hands to your waist he asks, "Dude, bro, is this your first time? You are one tight kitty, my man."\n\n"Y-yeah," you admit, another soft mewl escaping your lips as he gives a short, light thrust.\n\n"Aw, that's super sweet of you to give it to me, bro, if I'da known I'd've offered to take you home for it and skip next period instead. Oh well," he adds, before starting to pump his hips, making you writhe lightly beneath him as he drives more and more of his cock into you. Soon those big black balls are slapping against your fuzzy white ones as he pounds into your tight ass, your flat belly bulged up slightly with the shape of his equine prick moving inside you. He leans forward, sliding those big hands along your back and sides, before reaching down to wrap one of them around your own slender prick. He chuckles as you let out a long, soft mewl and near-instantly cum, spattering your load onto the black foam of the mat as his cock continues pumping away in you. "Bro, you are so fuckin' cute, I swear," he murmurs in your ear, letting out a long whinny of hot breath that makes your ear flick as he continues to pump into your ass. \n\nOther cars drive by of course, as well as other people (mostly other teens from your school) lingering in the parking lot chatting all around you as you're fucked by the big, surprisingly kind horse-jock. You glance aside once, and feel your face heat even more as you spot a pair of guys you know from several of your classes, now turned into a Husky and a German Shepherd, both of them sitting on the roof of their car and watching you get fucked, stroking their cocks as they watch you, one pumping his human-like shaft with its vestigial sheath, the other rubbing and squeezing the swollen knot of his red rocket. Still, most of your attention is stolen by the feeling of Gabriel's big, muscular body looming over you and his huge cock pumping into your ass, the sound of his puffs and whinnies above you. \n\nHe makes you cum twice more, once from just fucking you and jerking you off with that big, strong hand, and once when he lets out a louder whinny and plunges into you, pumping a thick, hot load that you can feel spreading around inside you, enough to actually bulge your belly out just a little big and somewhat dilute the outline of his prick. You shiver as he pulls out of you, feeling some of his load run out of your ass and over the fur of your balls, some of it even slipping down your own pink, cum-smeared shaft. A moment later there's something damp and cool rubbing over you, making you wiggle your hips a little as you glance back to see Gabriel helping clean you up with what looks like an overly large, thick moist towlette. Once he's done, you turn around to sit and catch your breath, watching in a bit of a daze as he cleans himself up as well.\n\nGabriel glances at his watch and snorts. "We better get back, bro, we're already gonna be a little late at this rate."\n\n"R-right," you murmur, blushing as you hop down from the truck bed and move back to the passenger side, almost sheepishly redonning your underwear and jeans, while Gabriel just swings behind the wheel, cock gradually going limp and partially resheathing, the horse-jock as shameless as ever. You stay fairly quiet through the ride back to school, just blushing and silently trading phone contacts with Gabriel once the two of you are back in the parking lot. As the two of you are walking back to the entrance, a cheetah-girl in a cheerleader uniform bounds over. \n\n"Hey, Gabe, where ya been?" she asks cheerfully, her full tits bouncing as she bobs on the balls of her feet, spotted tail flicking back and forth.\n\n"S'up, Carli? Oh, we didn't have lunch today, did we?" he asks, thumping a hand against his head, while you do your best to shrink down into a dust particle so you can blow away. "I toootally forgot if we did, I asked my bro Jamie here out to lunch."\n\n"Nah, we didn't have a thing," Carli, one of the prettiest and most popular cheerleaders in the entire school (probably even moreso with her upgraded body, with bigger tits and a bouncier butt than ever), answers. Her tail is still swishing as she turns to look at you, eyeing you up and down. "Even if we did I'd tooootally forgive you, he is <i>cute</i>," she announces with a low, thrumming tone to her voice, making your eyes widen and your brain threaten to bluescreen. "Hey, Jamie, wanna be late for next period? We can totes do a bit of quick sucky-licky in the girls' bathroom," she invites cheerfully, lifting a hand to her mouth and making a stroking motion while bulging out her cheek with her tongue.\n\n<hr>\n[[Uh, gotta go!|QOBook14x11]]\n\n[[Well, I mean... if you really want to...|QOBook]]

"Uh, s-sorry, I'm, I can't be late for geography, I have like, this thing due!" you stammer, before flitting off towards the entrance, tail poofed out behind you.\n\n"Um, is he like, okay?" you can hear Carli asking behind you.\n\n"I think bro's actually shy," Gabriel's voice carries to you as you open the door.\n\n"Wow, there are shy people?" you can just barely hear the cheetah-girl saying as the door closes behind you, your tail yanking out of the way of it at the last moment. ... Phew.\n\nYou do, in fact, have a thing to turn in for geography, so that wasn't really a lie. The next period after is literature, which you have with Maya, but you feel a little too embarrassed to approach her or say anything, or really even look at her. Oddly enough the few times you steal glances at her, she seems to be acting the same, distracted and squirmy and avoiding your gaze. Even though the two of you make your way to the last class of the day together, you never say anything or really look at each other, let alone say anything. At least until the last bell, when Maya rubs the back of her neck and manages, "So, um, let's head to my place and, y'know... d-discuss."\n\n"... Right," you murmur, fighting a blush and mostly failing. You really think she might have heard something, but you try not to say anything as you follow her the few blocks over to her house. The two of you still don't speak until you're in her room and she's closed the door, and made her way to sit on the bed. The silence stretches on, both of your tails flicking nervously behind you as you sit on the floor.\n\n"So, um... any... any big things happen on your first day?" she asks, head turning to look out the window.\n\nYou're really not sure if she heard about your little tryst at the burger stand or not, and squirm uncomfortably on the floor. "Um, well, not... not really, maybe," you murmur, ears laying low.\n\n"Y-yeah, I mean, pretty normal day here too," she answers, rubbing her hands across her thighs.\n\n"..."\n\n"..."\n\nYou both stay silent, looking away from each other. You can actually hear a clock ticking somewhere else in the house. Finally, unable to take it anymore, you manage to blurt... and yet whisper at the same time, "I-I kinda had like this... lunch sex-date with Gabriel, I-I guess."\n\nMaya turns her head and stares at you... then glances down and rubs the back of her neck. "I spent all lunch hour having sex with my friend Lilith under a tree, right in front of everyone else. Just... laying mostly-naked side-by-side, fingering each others' pussies and kissing."\n\n"O-oh," you acknowledge faintly. Okay, that explains a few things.\n\n"Y-... yeah." Maya laughs nervously. "So I mean... how... how was it?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well you're pretty sure you like guys.|QOBook]]\n\n[[Well you're pretty sure you like it in the ass.|QOBook]]

Not wasting time with talk, you open fire with stun blasts, fat blue balls of energy streaking out and splashing against forms and equipment, people crumpling to the floor and equipment flickering and shutting down. The first to go down in a heap is a large, slender, furry form that looked a lot like a naked catgirl. You almost feel guilty about shooting something so sexy, but you're too busy returning fire from the various armored guards. (Yup, shiny black opaque helmets, called it.) You take off at a run, their fire skewing way behind you or, when they try to compensate, way ahead. Again, you almost feel guilty about shooting them, but not really.\n\nYou duck and roll behind a freestanding console to take cover, peeking around one side of it to take another guard, then swinging back around and firing on another pair as they come rushing through the door. You fire into the console next to the door they used, and the door conveniently swings shut and seals instead of opening. ... Why? Shaking it off, you scoot your back up against the console, raising your pistols, doing some mental checks of the guards you saw when you came in versus the ones you shot. You're fairly certain now the only one still standing is a figure with wild black hair and wearing a labcoat. Definitely the bounty.\n\n"You blind fool!" you hear from further in the lab, the mad scientist blatantly revealing her location. "Can't you see what I'm trying to do here?!"\n\nHoo boy. Time for the villain speech.\n\n<hr>\n[[This oughtta be good.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Fuck it, she's monologuing.|Cypher1x20]]

You blink. Something seemed off just now when you... when you kicked the bookcase. Listening for a moment to make sure that the thump didn't alert anybody, you scoot forward a bit and kick it again. The bookcase shakes with the impact and the books all give a slight jump and shift on the shelves... all except one.\n\n"Seriously?" you mutter to yourself, before standing up and reaching out, laying a hand on the top of the book and tugging on it. It tilts out at an angle, and the bookcase slides away to reveal a spiral staircase heading down. Shaking your head, you bring up your blasters and start heading down. Eventually you arrive at the bottom, where there's a long metal hallway that ends in a doorway with a keypad. Your memories helpfully supply two things: that you could hack it, and that this particular keypanel has a much faster way of working. You blast the panel, and the door obligingly slides open. God these people are dumb.\n\nYou dart through the doorway into a large and elaborate lab, with robotic armatures dangling from the ceiling, consoles lining every wall, big glass jutting from the floor, and automated reclining medical tables here and there. A number of figures jump and look over towards you as you burst in, startled looks on their faces at your ability to navigate their ridiculously simplistic security.\n\n<hr>\n[["Freeze!"|Cypher]]\n\n[[Blam!|Cypher1x19]]

If the heat's likely to be back on the house, you need to be more stealthy about looking. You open a door and find what looks like some sort of study, with a desk and various furniture, a fireplace, and some bookshelves. Ducking inside, you close the door and scramble behind the desk, finding there's plenty of room to wedge yourself into the space under it.\n\nYou settle in to wait, hoping that eventually you'll hear some sort of all clear signal. Instead, you soon hear a pair of voices through the door, as if they'd stopped right outside it to discuss things loudly enough to be heard through a slab of oak. Man, this place really does run on cliche.\n\n"Man, that was a hell of a thing. Did you see that guy?"\n\n"I thought he'd never go down, especially since the boss insisted we use stun blasts. I'm just glad I wasn't one of the ones that had to drag his big ass to the lab elevator."\n\n"Hey, look, there's stuff messed up in here."\n\n"... Eh. There was lots of exploding going on, those probably got knocked off the wall from the shaking. C'mon man, let's go get a drink, I'm dyin' here."\n\nThe pair of obviously inept and probably masked or opaque-helmeted guards wander off, leaving you sitting there scowling. So it looks like they captured Koro, meaning this is now a rescue mission. Way to go on your first time out. Growling angrily at yourself, you lash out a kick from below the desk, striking the bookcase behind it and making it jump slightly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Time to find that elevator and rescue Koro!|Cypher]]\n\n[[Wait, there was something...|Cypher1x18]]

"Yeah, exactly. I'll give it a little bit once I hear things start to go down, then go right in the front door," you assure Koro. "We'll meet up inside, or back at Sierra once I have Madison."\n\n"Heheheh, this is my kinda plan," Koro grunts as he cracks his knuckles and twists his head back and forth, before he turns and jogs off to the side, eventually leaping over the wall handily. You make your way a bit more slowly towards the front of the house, trying to watch for cameras or other surveillance devices and keep out of direct sight, until you find a place to settle in. Eventually you hear a loud crash from somewhere on the grounds, some yelling, and blaster fire. ... Then an explosion. Well, looks like Koro is definitely keeping up his part of the plan.\n\nYou give it a little bit, then do your own bounding leap and scramble over the wall, dropping down and zipping up the walkway to the front door, which caves in at a single good kick. You snap your pistols up and sweep the large entryway, then go running down the hall when you see no one. The place seems richly-appointed, like every rich person's mansion you ever imagined... not exactly the sort of place you would have expected to find a mad scientist hanging out. Which leaves you with the question of how to find the bounty in all this. Alright, think, they're probably underground, right? That would be the obvious place to put a secret laboratory, as well as the completely stereotypical one, so from what you've seen of this universe so far, that's definitely where it is, probably with hidden access points. So you quickly start looking around for anything that might be a likely trigger or lever, looking behind paintings and yanking a few light fixtures off the wall.\n\nIn the midst of your search, you notice that it's gone quiet outside. You frown... either Koro has evaded the forces fighting him, been forced to run off, or captured. Either way, attention is likely to start turning inward now.\n\n<hr>\n[[Look faster!|Cypher]]\n\n[[Hide out for a bit.|Cypher1x17]]

Didn't Dr. Trace say something about Koro doing a lot of property damage? But as you skim over the open file yourself, you notice that Madison is apparently set up in a country home with a sprawling grounds. Anything Koro winds up destroying, you can just blame on the criminal. Giving the big man a nod, you grin and say, "Let's go have some fun."\n\n"Yeah, alright!" The huge man gives you a thumbs-up and leaps to his feet, bending the tree trunks he calls legs and doing a few celebratory pelvic thrusts. "Catch bounties, get money!"\n\nYou're not quite sure if that's how that phrase goes, but considering Ami's in the room maybe the censored version is for the best. You and Koro head for the lift and head back down to the docking level, making your way back to the bay where Sierra is nestled snugly between the walls.\n\n"Hey boss!" Sierra's voice chirps in greeting. "Hey Koro. Be careful, okay?"\n\n"Tch, I said I was sorry!" the big man huffs, running a hand over his huge brush of red hair, which actually lightly brushes the ceiling inside here. He settles himself carefully into one of the chairs, which actually widens a little bit to fit him. Deciding not to ask for the backstory on that little exchange, you settle into one of the forward seats and pull up the file.\n\n"Here's where we think Mad Doc Madison is, Sierra. How close do you think you can get us?"\n\n"Hm. Well, to be extra safe, I can 'stealth' register our flight plan with the planetary grid... we'll still show up as being there legally for paperwork, but no one gets notified. They're constructing a country club about ten miles from that address and my access to their records show they've poured the foundation but haven't put up the walls yet, it should work just fine as a landing pad. If I do a curving descent from around the angle of the sun, no way they'll ever see us coming in. You guys won't have too long of a walk to get there, and if you signal me I can fly over practically instantly and do a near-landing right where you need me to."\n\nYou blink in surprise, thoroughly impressed. "Wow, Sierra, great job."\n\n"T'weren't nothin'," the ship's voice answers, in a tone that says she's preening a bit. "But sound good, boss?"\n\n"Sounds great. Make it so."\n\n"Aye aye!" There are a number of clanks and hisses from the outside, and you watch as the view of a grey metal wall is gradually replaced by stars. Sierra guides herself out of the small bay and accelerates. "We've got a wormhole to Zanzi available only 2,000 kilometers away, pretty direct, too. Flight time today should be around forty-five minutes." Even as she's speaking, the stars outside begin rushing by very quickly, and soon disappear in a flash of red and purple, turning into a streaming tunnel around the ship.\n\n"Whoa. So this is a wormhole," you murmur, leaning forward a bit and tilting your head to try and look at it from another angle. Actually it looks a lot like a cheesy special effect, but you're not sure what to make of that.\n\n"Yup, space is completely riddled with 'em," Koro comments, leaning back and resting his hands behind his head... then turning the chair to angle his elbow away from the wall as Sierra makes a little 'hst!' noise over the speakers. "It's how most interstellar travel's done. Keepin' up with th' maps is one-a th' more expensive parts of bein' a spacer... unless ya got yerself a funny li'l ship that can generate maps of 'er own."\n\n"I generate maps, I recognize space phenomenon, I cook, and I'm a wonderful conversationalist," Sierra's voice chirps happily. "Best ship? Best ship."\n\nYou grin. "Hard to argue with that."\n\nKoro passes the travel time relating a story of one of his own bounties he brought in. It mostly seems to be a long litany of people and things he punched or kicked, but told with such energy and eagerness that it manages to be interesting regardless. Several times when he starts to wave his hands around or get up to gesture Sierra will make that little "Hst!" noise again and he'll quickly settle down. It's actually sort of remarkable, like a cat reacting to the sound of a spray bottle being pumped. Eventually there's a flash and a slight *pop* noise, and the rushing tunnel of purple and red turns into a starfield mostly blocked out by a green and blue planet. It looks pretty Earth-like, except that the continents are shaped quite differently... almost like someone was trying to deliberately make them look unlike the ones back home.\n\nSierra enters the atmosphere with surprisingly little fanfare, more a simple fading of black to blue, and soon you're zooming over a city, and then suburbs, and then more open areas. The ship slowly comes down to rest on a broad concrete slab the size of, well, a building, and you and Koro trot out. Realizing that this is the first chance you've really had to look at your ship since you got here, you turn around and walk backwards to get a better look. Her hull's so white that it almost looks like it's brightly glowing in the sunlight. Her main body is shaped largely like a wedge, albeit rounded off so that she's mostly smooth curves, with a long black plane on the front that must correspond to the forward port. Currently she also sports long, slender forward-angled wings and a set of tall, backswept fins attached at the top and angled outward slightly, both in gleaming silver, though as you watch both retract into her hull, the white pieces at the ends of them fitting into the rest of her so smoothly the seams disappear, leaving simply the wedge-shape. Well, that and the six "feet" extended from her bottom to rest on.\n\n"You'll be okay on your own here on the surface, Sierra?" you call.\n\n"No problem, boss. Just call when you need me, otherwise I'll be waiting here," her voice answers, as if broadcast over a PA system.\n\nResisting the urge to give her a pat or maybe even a hug goodbye (you're starting to get really attached to that silly weird ship), you and Koro head off towards the estate where Madison has apparently set up shop. You can see it up on a hill quite a bit in the distance, surrounded by lush green grounds and a brick wall. "That's the place, right?"\n\n"Hmmm... yup!" Koro acknowledges, after briefly holding up what looks like a smartphone. He pauses, then shows you the matching picture on the screen. "Doc Trace started making me check stuff like that. Four times isn't that many to get the wrong place, huh?"\n\nYou make a vaguely agreeable noise rather than point out that the problem was likely more all the property destruction he caused than just getting the building wrong. You consider trying to sneak in, but, well, you brought Koro... you kind of decided to throw real stealth to the wind from the start, there. You consider for a few moments, then suggest your plan. "I think one of us should approach from the grounds on the side, being really obvious and causing a lot of ruckus. Once everyone inside is good and distracted, the other can bust right in through the front... if they even notice, it will just cause more chaos."\n\n"Heheh, a ruckus is my specialty. So you want I should go in from the side...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[That's right.|Cypher1x16]]\n\n[[No, have him wait and go in the front.|CypherPlaceholder]]

"'Mad Doc' Madison sounds like someone who definitely doesn't need to be allowed to run around," you say after a few moments' thought. "It sounds like she's actually hurting other people... to me that means she needs to be taken down more than thieves and someone who sounds like they just illegally copied a video or something, even if the bounty's smaller."\n\nYou nod firmly at your own decision, then notice Ami is beaming at you approvingly. Blushing in a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure at the look, you glance away.\n\n"Well, don't figure I disagree on any particular count," Koro says agreeably, resting his big hands on his stomach. "Want me to come with?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure.|Cypher1x15]]\n\n[[Nah.|CyherPlaceholder]]

Trotting back to the lift and ordering it to the bridge, you step out a few seconds later. You know how to work pretty much every console you look at and can even identify the make and model of the ship just from seeing the bridge, even though you're seeing it for the first time. The place is a lenghtened semicircle, with two levels, what's some sort of observation deck with only a few consoles and chairs, and the lower part which is a solid half-ring of workstations and seats. A floor-to-ceiling window curves all along the front, showing slowly moving stars outside. Koro is sitting on one of the observation deck chairs, some holographic panes floating around him. Ami's standing behind the chair, leaned forward a bit to look over his shoulder.\n\n"Wow," you observe as you walk over, eyes on the window. "Isn't that kinda vulnerable?" \n\nAmi smiles at you, then sidles over to stand a little closer at your side, almost brushing her bare arm against yours. You fight both a blush and another kind of reaction, since you're pretty sure you could almost see under her skirt when she was leaning forward and now you're remembering it and thinking about it stop stop stop.\n\n"Huh? Oh nah. Ain't actually glass, just holography over the hull. There's a panel of cleartanium somewhere under there with a blast shield that can be raised manually, if we ever lose power an' hafta see where we are. We'd be pretty boned at that point, though," he adds, tilting his head back and looking slightly wistful. "Well, anyway! Got bounties to hunt an' bacon to bring home!" He sweeps his big fingers aound, gesturing to the flat windows and then sending them out so they're larger and in front of you both. "Found a few likely contestants, all of 'em with nice big prices on their heads if'n we can capture 'em."\n\n"F'rinstance, there's <b>[[Mad Doc Madison|Cypher1x14]]</b>," he says, pointing at one of the windows, which bears a picture of a rather firm-jawed woman with long, wild black hair and even wilder green eyes, some bags under them and her unhinged grin helping indicate she lives up to the name. "Wanted for creation and use of illegal genetic alteration technology an' use of techniques that alter th' free will of natural born sentients. Plus a whole other host-a stuff that'll see her doin' a good 2,000 years in a rehab sim. She's on a planet called Zanzi."\n\n"Then there's th' <b>[[Quatra Twins|Cypher5x1]]</b>," he continues, pointing at a screen with a pair of solemn, dark-haired, brown-eyed people on it, a boy and a girl. "They're wanted fer stealin' priceless heirlooms offa their mom, Queen Josephine Quatra, and runnin' off. But don't figure just 'cause they're royalty they're pushovers, th' little stinkers're trained in blades an' martial arts. Their old mum's offerin' double th' reward if they're brought back without a scratch. Holed up on some scummy pit of a space station, Mulsap Twelve."\n\n"An' last but not least, there's <b>[[Zzizzax|CypherPlaceholder]]</b>. Pronounced exakly like it's spelled, 'parently." He points at the third window, with a much odder image of a female face that seems to be made of translucent purple goo, the shape of long hair and all. "A Purple Nebulan. Eh, call 'im a she or call 'er a he, whichever y'figure works best. Wanted fer 'unsanctioned conversions', not quite sure what that means. Got their own ship somewhere out in the Linni Cluster." He turns his head and looks at you. "So, if yer feelin' up ta it, which one ya wanna go after?"

A few minutes later, you're standing in front of a console with a floating, glowing crystal the size of a TV tray over it. "Uh, this wasn't here last night."\n\n"Of course it was. You must have been distracted. Now, all you have to do is touch this, and the computer will read your DNA and brain structure and retrieve the appropriate files, then upload them via your nerves."\n\n"So, seriously, you have this crystal thingy that can do all that?" You eye the 'save point module'. "Doesn't that seem way more advanced than pretty much everything else around here?"\n\nThe blonde woman stares at you a bit blankly. "I don't follow."\n\nSighing and giving up, you reach out to lay your hand against the flat surface of the crystal. There's a quiet *shing* noise, and a moment later you gasp as a wave of dizziness washes over you. You yank your hand away, but by the time you do the dizziness is gone as if it never existed. You blink, then look over at the grinning Dr. Trace as she holds up a device. "What's this?"\n\n"Calcium stitcher," you answer, frowning as you wonder why she asked.\n\n"Good." She sets the tool down on the table she's next to, and picks up another one. "This?"\n\n"It's a nerve inhibitor, why?"\n\nLaughing a bit, she sets that one down as well. "Because you didn't know what any of this was five minutes ago. But I did give 'old Cypher' a handful of instruction on emergency surgery. You know because he knew."\n\n"Oh... <i>oh</i>." Your eyes widen. "Wow, geez, that's... subtle."\n\n"One word for it. You most likely won't even notice most of your new knowledge, just as you didn't notice that you suddenly recognized these despite the fact that you'd never seen any of my instruments before. As far as your brain and reflexes are concerned, you have seen them before." She grins, then pats you on the back. "I think Koro was heading up to the bridge to check for bounties on the waves, why don't you head up and see if he's found anything?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Cypher1x13]]

"Well... I guess I wouldn't <i>mind</i> staying," you say slowly. "But what about Cypher?"\n\nThe other three exchange looks, and you can tell from their expressions that they're probably feeling a bit guilty over the fact that they won't terribly miss their "charismatic" "friend".\n\n"Cypher is resourceful and adaptive," Dr. Trace finally says in a reasonable tone. "I'm sure that if he's in your body, he's already proceeding as if it's his new life, rather than sitting about waiting for us to rescue him."\n\n"Frankly if I were you I wouldn't want to go back to your life after he's had it for more than a week," Sierra's voice says from the comm panel.\n\nYou blink in surprise at that. "I thought you liked him. You were certainly chipper enough when you thought I was him."\n\n"Well <i>yeah</i>, I'm programmed to like my current owner, it's part of my protection protocols!" Sierra answers. Now you can see the little oscilloscope line wavering on the panel whenever she speaks. "But now that you're my owner, I'm free to say that guy was kind of a pill. In all the time I've known him, I never saw him just honestly smile, or laugh, or let himself be open. Just flat solemn face all the time, completely stoic, the single most catalogued expression of his I have is him closing his eyes to try and look wise while he drank from a coffee cup. He was like some utter jerkwad's idea of a badass action hero."\n\n"Geez, wonder what you'll say about <i>me</i> when I'm gone?" you remark dryly, propping your chin up on one hand and looking at the panel.\n\n"Aw, boss, don't say that! I already like you <i>loads</i> better than I liked him! Like, for serious, not just because I have to."\n\n"The procedure is very fast and easy, you only need to come to the medical bay," Dr. Trace says, rising to her feet. "Then you should be able to access your, ah, Cypher's-"\n\nYou sigh and shake your head as you stand up too. "Look, just... call me Cypher, okay? It'll be easier on everyone, maybe even me, if we don't have to constantly try to make sense of who's who and owns what between me and the... original."\n\n"That seems a wise decision. This way, please."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Cypher1x12]]

You manage at least long enough to get to room 720, which turns out to be a kind of conference room, complete with long table surrounded by chairs and a big screen on the wall. Ami, Dr. Trace, and Koro are all sitting around it. Dr. Trace is eating what looks like perfectly normal scrambled eggs, while Ami's eating some sort of greyish... tube... that she's cutting slices off of with a knife and fork. Koro's just leaned back with his hands behind his head and his feet up in an empty chair. All three look at you with a bit of surprise before they cover it up.\n\n"Ah, good. I went ahead and ordered you the 'usual' steak and eggs, hope it wasn't too presumptious," Dr. Trace says, gesturing to a plate on the largely empty side of the table.\n\nYour body's not that hungry, but your mind has spent most of the last week half-starving, so it's a bit of an effort not to just tear into it. Settling into the chair and starting to eat, you pause between bites to say, "Let me guess, Cypher never walked around out of the suit."\n\n"No," all three answer in almost perfect sync, with an added "Nope!" from Sierra's voice from the raised control panel in the middle of the table. \n\nYou make a face and swallow an unkind comment about your predecessor before swallowing another bite of steak. Dr. Trace finishes her eggs and scoots her chair around beside you, waving that smartphone-looking thing from earlier in your direction. "Well, everything seems nominal with your physical signs again. The young do recover so quickly."\n\nSomething in her tone makes you start to have one of those aforementioned teenage boy reactions, and you quickly scoot your chair in a bit further. Dr. Trace smiles, but you think you catch just the barest hint of a frown from Ami. You're not sure, though, when you glance at her she looks perfectly normal again, eating the last of her whatever-it-is.\n\n"In any event, there was something specific I wanted to discuss. People here often make what we call 'save points'." Dr. Trace doesn't notice as you stare at her in blatant 'are you kidding me?' fashion. "They don't retain memories or personality, but they do retain physical skills and practical knowledge, such as martial arts or piloting. They're used in the case of someone suffering neurological damage or if they've been out of practice for some time. Now normally they're locked to a person's individual genetic code and portions of their brain structure, not just anyone can download an expert's piloting skill. But since you have both Cypher's genetic code and his brain structure, we could load his last Save Point into you. That would allow you to get back to helping us with bounty missions, if you're willing, and would mean you wouldn't be so reliant on us for day-to-day life."\n\nYou blink, then think that over. "I... guess I might be willing, yeah. Seems fair." Maybe getting shot at won't be quite as scary if you know what you're doing. "So what's the downside?"\n\n"It's mostly only a hypothesis, but I suspect that the alterations to your brainwave patterns that would come with the 'save load' would render you unable to be switched back to your original body, if we ever found a way to do so." Dr. Trace's expression is serious now, all hints of teasing vanished. "You would almost certainly have to remain here, in that body, for the rest of your life."\n\n<hr>\n[[Being an intergalactic bounty hunter with my own starship does sound like there might be a few mildly interesting things about it.|Cypher1x11]]\n\n[[The life of a homeless teenager with no cash and no prospects is too wonderful to give up!|CypherPlaceholder]]

"Um!" You reach a hand into your messenger bag and rummage around, finally finding the plastic casing you're looking out for. Holding out the slightly sparkly red device, you blurt, "Here!"\n\n"Hm? What's this?" Selassa blinks and accepts the Gameboy, straightening up and curiously prying the top part open.\n\n"It's... well, you play games on it. To make it work, you-"\n\n"Oh please, it's obvious it requires power to work. Doesn't everything?" she scolds, pressing the power button, then startling just a bit as the screen starts up and tones. She looks the device over for a few moments, but rapidly seems to become absorbed, tapping away at the buttons as directed. You scoot over to the side, then carefully stand and move over beside Kevin to lean in towards him.\n\n"Think she'll let us go?" you whisper worriedly.\n\n"Maybe. She does seem to really like that thing, man. If we get out of here, I'mma buy you the newest one," Kevin mutters back. "And maybe a new cellphone to play Go on while I'm at it."\n\n"Wahahahaha! How delightful!" Selassa squeals after playing for about twenty minutes, her tail swishing excitedly behind her. "I love the whole concept! This pleases me greatly." She pauses, then hms and taps her lip with one corner of the Gameboy. "I love it far too much to just let it go at this, actually. I think you two will need to provide me a bit more entertainment."\n\nBefore you can ask what she means, there's a loud buzzing beside you. You sit bolt upright... because you realize that you're suddenly laying down, in an unfamiliar bed, wearing unfamiliar pajamas. You look around the strange bedroom, noticing that it's <i>very</i> Pokemon-themed... even the alarm clock currently jittering around the nightstand looks like a Pokeball.\n\n"Honey, are you up yet?" chirps a cheerful voice as the bedroom door opens. "It's time to start your Pokemon journey!"\n\nYou stare as Selassa enters the room. She looks fully human now, her eyes even toned down to more humanlike colors and without the glow, though she's still got the whiskerlike stripes on her cheeks. She's also wearing a yellow and green ensemble that sort of screams "housewife", and a bright, trying-to-be-motherly smile (it still looks pretty impish, though).\n\n"W-wha? Where am I?" you squeak, hauling the blanket up to your chin.\n\n"You're at home, of course! But you need to go now," Selassa answers. "Don't argue with your mother, dear!"\n\n"... you're not my Mom..."\n\nSelassa pauses, then rolls her eyes and huffs. "Boy, time was that when you sent a mortal on a magical journey they'd at least go with the flow." She rests her hands on her hips and leans forward. "Listen, I want to see this Pokemon stuff with my own eyes. Well, I may have put my own spin on this world here and there. So you're going on a Pokemon journey, and I'm going to see what happens, and that's that."\n\nYou swallow, wondering if you're crazy or she is. "Where's Kevin?"\n\n"Out there somewhere," she says vaguely, gesturing in the general direction of the window. "I'll send you home when you collect enough badges to satisfy me that you've fully experienced this world. So if you ever want to find your friend and get back to your boring little 'mon-less existence, you'd better get your butt out of bed and go see Professor Oak."\n\n"Professor Oak?" You blink. "He's like... the first game? That's not the one I gave you."\n\n"Listen, buddy." She leans forward and pokes you on the nose with her index finger. "I just created an entire Pokemon-themed demiplane roughly as large as your entire planet, on a whim. Don't try and tell me I'm limited to the information you gave me."\n\nYou cross your eyes a little to look at her finger. "Um. Okay. Fair point, I guess."\n\n"Now." She straightens up, grinning smugly down at you. "Are you going to get up and go on your Pokemon journey, or not?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go.|QOPoke1x1]]\n\n[[Not.|QOPokePlaceholder]]

Swinging your arms through a casting motion and channeling your energy, you leap forward and thrust out your hands... nothing. You pale as you suddenly remember that all your materia inexplicably disappeared when Cloud fell from the catwalk when the reactor blew up. You don't have time to berate yourself as your pointless motion has given the massive beast time to grab you, wrapping its meaty hand around your middle and lifting you into the air. You yelp as it swings you around, catching sight of Cloud hastily checking a swing of his sword to avoid hitting you as the beast's fist slams into him. The impact sends him flying and knocks the breath out of you, leaving you somewhat limp in the beast's fist, your arms resting atop its fingers in a feeble effort to keep yourself steady.\n\nYou hear a rushing noise and turn your head, spotting Aeris going through her own casting motions and then blasting the enemy... with a bolt of lightning. Dammit, she's got your materia! Of course you're distracted from your resentment of that as the beast roars in anger, and then the electricity passes through <i>you</i> as well, making you yelp loudly again. Aerith winces at the sight of your legs twitching, and that's apparently all the distraction the thing needs to grab her up as well, its free hand snatching her off the ground. The beast gives you both a quick shaking, presumably to disorient you and take the fight out of you, since that's exactly what happens.\n\nBringing its fists in close to its face, it snorts a few times, apparently getting a whiff of its captives. You wince at the smell of its breath, then glance downwards... and stare at its rather visible reaction to your and Aerith's smell. Its cock is like a massive tube, covered in bumps and veins, mottled bright pink and blue with splotches of purple, the head short, wide, and rather blunt. It also just keeps getting bigger and bigger, until it's easily larger than you are, looking enormous and out of place even on a beast as big as this one. You glance fretfully across at Aerith, who's giving you a similarly freaked-out expression. Both of you look around for Cloud, and give simultaneous groans at the sight of him sprawled unconscious on his back, face barely above water.\n\nYou yelp and struggle as the beast lifts you upward, then abruptly go still in fright as it brings you towards one of those sharp, ugly horns on its back. But rather than impaling you, it runs the front of your body along the tip, slicing through your clothing, your breasts spilling free of your top, your pussy bared amidst the sliced-open curve of your skirt and tatters of your panties. Aerith seems to be in the same state, but neither of you are given time to blush or feel embarrassed before it lowers you again. Squashing you against the top of its massive member and Aerith against the bottom as if the two of you were slices of bread on a mutant sausage sandwich, it grunts and begins rubbing you both against its member, using your bodies as a masturbation aid.\n\nSquirming, you do your best to try and break free of the monster's grip, but all your struggling does is cause your tits to rub against the surface of its grotesque prick even more, your arms and legs stroking against the sides of it, your flailing bare limbs bumping against Aerith's as she similarly flails and struggles below. What's worse, you can feel your pussy being rubbed against the surface, those bumps and veins stimulating your clit. As shameful as it is, your body starts to become highly aroused, your cunt leaving smears of wetness on the mottled skin, your stiff nipples dragging along the skin. Also, something about the smell of it... the stench is <i>awful</i>, even worse than the sewers themselves were, but it feels like it's going up your nose and wrapping around your brain, taking all your senses captive.\n\nSoon you're panting and gasping eagerly, working your hips down against the beast's cock every time it rubs you forward, and thrusting yourself backwards so that you can feel your ass slap against its fuzzy hips every time it pulls you back. You feel jealous of Aerith, since she must get to feel its balls swing forward and slap against her, but nevertheless you join hands with her, both of you clenching arms and legs tight in an effort to get your mutant lover off. Eventually the thing lets out another bellow and starts blowing a loud of stinking, slimy yellow cum all over the place, plenty of it getting all over you and Aerith besides. The two of you moan and writhe ecstatically as the ooze starts dissolving your clothing, hugging eagerly to the beast's dick, enough that it can leave you both clinging to it and knuckle-walk back into its pen... but only after bringing one fist down on the unconscious Cloud with a loud squelching noise. Neither you or Aerith notice or care, too busy squirming and wiggling your cum-drenched bodies against the massive dick sandwiched between you.\n\nSorry, Sector 7... looks like you won't be getting there after all.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|FFTL3xEnd]]

The officer glanced at her pad to make sure she or some other officer hadn't visited this address before, then raised her hand to knock on the door. She briefly glanced in the window, making sure her blue uniform and brown ponytail were all in order... they were, and damn she was looking good, but then three hours a night at the gym...\n\nThe door opened a moment later, and the officer opened her mouth to greet the answerer, then found herself blushing. The very well-endowed blonde woman apparently had not bothered to put on as much as a robe when she heard the knock at the door, and was instead wearing a gleaming black silk spaghetti-strap top with a drape that fell halfway down her midriff, and G-string panties. The officer cleared her throat, deciding to ignore the woman's state of dress since it didn't seem to bother her to be seen that way. "Ah, good afternoon, ma'am, I just need a moment of your time. I'm investigating the disappearance of some teenage boys a few weeks back, and we're fairly certain now that they were last seen in this neighborhood."\n\n"Hm?" The blonde put a fingertip to her mouth thoughtfully. "Oh, well, I do think I might have seen them around on Halloween night... but I certainly haven't seen any teenage boys around here since then."\n\nThe officer opened her mouth to acknowledge that, then hesitated at the sound of nails on tile. She was quite familiar with it, meaning that a dog was crossing the entryway, and she prepared to be barked or even lunged at, but the dog in question just wound up stopping docilely at its owner's side. It had to be the most obedient dog she'd ever seen, and at the same time one of the biggest and wildest-looking. A large, dark thing with red(?!) eyes and a powerful build that made the German Shepherds down at the station look like Chihuahuas. Perhaps even more strange was the fact that it had a cat actually riding on its back, the black feline sitting primly astride the much bigger beast's shoulders as if it were his personal steed. "Ah... that's..." For some reason she was finding it a little hard to put a coherent thought together. "That's... a wolfdog, isn't it? You need a permit for those, you know."\n\n"Oh, I have everything in order, I assure you," the blonde chirped happily, stepping back and gesturing inside. "Why don't you come in and take a look?"\n\n'There's no need,' is what the officer wanted to say, she had an assignment and it didn't involve checking permits on someone's semi-exotic pet. Instead, she found herself saying, "Yes, sure, let's do that." The dog turned and headed back into the house, and she couldn't help but glance down at the heavy, dark-furred balls swaying between his thighs even as she stepped inside as well, the woman closing the door and following after. The little group of them moved into the living room, where the officer was a little stunned to see more of the big, near-feral looking canines rising to their feet and staring at her with those odd eyes. "Ah... you have a lot of them," she noted, starting to feel a little light-headed.\n\n"Mm-hmmm! That's David there with Zane on his back, that's Bruno, Leland, Dillan, Casey, and Carl."\n\n'Wait... aren't most of those the names of the missing boys?' the officer thought distantly, but she couldn't take her eyes off of the big dogs... nor the way their fat sheathes had red tips peeking out of them, red tips that were starting to slowly slide further and further out.\n\n"That's where I keep their bowls, there's some of their toys in the back yard, and oh this is fun," the blonde chirped as she gestured to a somewhat oddly-shaped purple piece of furniture... it looked sort of like a cross between a footrest and a lopsided bridge. "This is a special piece of furniture I found, it's specifically designed for women to be comfortable on as they're being fucked by big dogs!"\n\n'That's... a crime,' the officer struggled to think, staring at Holly with her mouth slightly open.\n\n"Well? Get undressed, try it for yourself."\n\n"Yeah. Yeah, okay." She wasn't sure how this related to checking a permit, but somehow it just seemed very natural to unbuckle her gunbelt and drop it onto the nearby couch. She could feel all those wolves' eyes on her, staring at her hungrily as she unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off, then peeled up her sports bra, C-cups jiggling a little as they dropped free. She undid her more standard belt and shoved down her uniform pants and panties, shoving her shoes and socks off as well as she worked the pants down over them, her bare ass and pussy shaking in the air. She stood and spent a moment just letting all those hungry eyes, wolves, cat, and blonde alike take in her lean, toned form, before she settled herself down onto the padded purple perch, panting and shivering with growing excitement and need as she spread her legs and lifted her dripping pussy some in presentation.\n\nShe made a noise halfway between a gasp and a yip as David mounted up, forelegs wrapping around her middle, his long, pointed cock slipping along the cleft of her ass several times, rubbing its underside along her pucker, before he pulled back and drove himself home into her pussy, starting to fuck her, growling and snarling above her to remind her that she was being fucked by an animal, as if the large, inhumanly-shaped canine cock in her cunt and the long, wolfish legs wrapped around her middle with claws digging lightly into her toned belly didn't already. She found herself moaning like a whore as the wolf began fucking her, and gasped again as the blonde slowly, carefully wrapped her ponytail around a hand and pulled her head back, leaning in to look at her close up.\n\n"Mmm, don't worry, my cute uniformed bitch, we'll make sure to have every single one of your lost boys fuck you a few times. Once you've become my property just like they are, you might even get knocked up with puppies! You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she cooed, flicking her tongue into the brunette's open mouth briefly.\n\n"Ye-e-e-e-es Mistre-e-e-e-ess!" the slave moaned out, her words shaking from the impact of the wolf fucking her.\n\n"Mm, we'll have to put some sort of illusion spell on her collar, so that only I can see it. Still, it will be very useful to have a slave on the police force, don't you think, Zane dear?"\n\n"Mhmmm. Helping her along with magic, your slave could even become police chief, or myayor someday! But hey, hey, can I at least have one of her holes before the wolves have used it, Myistress?"\n\nHolly laughed, eyes twinkling as she looked over at her familiar. "I'll tell you what, precious, how about her ass is all yours, forever?" She turned those blue eyes to the officer-turned-slutty-fuckpet, her smile and the glint in her eyes turning far more wicked at the sight of the woman's skin starting to glisten with sweat, her pussy starting to gush enough to soak the wolf's balls. "After all, her soul belongs to me," she cooed, as the metal collar with its purple locking ring appeared around the other woman's neck, snapping closed with finality as the free will bled out of the future mayor's eyes.\n\n<b>Holly the Witch</b> end - <i>Alpha of the pack</i>

"N-no." You swallow hard. Some part of you is noting that you really should be having a problem with this, but the throb of your dick in her hand as you dribble a bit more pre over the side of her palm makes you forget what that might be. "All... all of that sounds good as is."\n\n"Wonderful!" Your mother beams, then gives a soft 'ah'. "Oh, just one thing, dear." She releases your cock, making you whimper just a little as she brings her hand up and licks it clean. "I want to make sure you have plenty of hot young cum built up for me. I've soooo been looking forward to it, and even though it's your birthday, well, it's a bit of a gift to me too!" She giggles some, laying her freshly-licked finger alongside her smiling mouth. "So absolutely no cumming until tomorrow night, alright?"\n\n"Um." You blink, brain struggling to adapt to this latest shift. "... none?"\n\n"Absolutely none. So, no masturbating! Well, at least not to completion. I suppose you can edge yourself if you want, help build up that load." She winks at you before she adopts a stern expression, shaking her finger. "But absolutely no climaxing! I'm very serious about this, Jamie, as your mother I'm ordering you not to cum until tomorrow night!"\n\nShe stands there for a moment looking at you solemnly, then beams again and turns to walk into the kitchen. "Now, I need to get your cake done. Pizza for dinner tonight! We'll order it around five if that's alright!"\n\n"Y... yeah," you reply weakly, standing there in the living room with your jutting, still slightly dripping cock out. After a few moments you get yourself together enough to (carefully) tuck it away and head upstairs.\n\nThe rest of the afternoon passes in a bit of a daze, but with that constant steady, building anticipation feeling. Holy crap, you're going to get to have sex tomorrow night! ... With your mother, but hell, at this point you're totally on board with all the things Kevin ever said about how hot she is. That night at dinner she chats completely normally, and you could almost imagine that all the talk this morning was a bit of a fever dream... right until she reaches over and starts rubbing your crotch through your jeans, your dick quickly surging back to full hardness as she whispers in your ear, "I got some very good condoms for when you want to fuck my pussy... but of course, if you're going to be spilling it anywhere else, raw is fine." She pecks your ear and then heads upstairs, leaving you quivering in your seat.\n\nGetting to sleep that night is... not exactly easy. The combination of the earlier urgings, the anticipation, and the fact that this is after all the usual time you'd be jerking off has your cock almost painfully hard. You really can't help but reach down and slide a hand under your loose pajama pants and give yourself a few strokes just to ease the hardness a little, biting your lower lip as you squirm. It's going to take forever to get to sleep like this!\n\n<hr>\n[[Maybe... just once.|QOFam]]\n\n[[You have to resist!|QOFam]]

Those things aren't just big for a high school girl, they're big for... well, anyone. EE's maybe? E-cup at least. Really everything about her is pretty striking though... her skin is a rich golden color, her eyes having an Asian set to them but her frame a bit more powerful and, well, generally curvy than you'd expect from just that, plus she looks tall, too. Her dark hair is done up in a number of braids, all of which are pulled back and bundled together. She's wearing a tight white turtleneck shirt that shows off those huge tits, a red pleated skirt, and white thigh-highs, so it looks like she's already at least partially clued in to the fashion trends around here.\n\nBut holy crap where did she come from, and why does it feel like you want to drool looking at her? She looks more like a college student than a high schooler... a college student out of some coed-themed porno, for that matter. Is she a threat? Well fuck, the tits alone would make her a threat, you're surprised every boy in the cafeteria isn't staring at her with slack jaws. (Actually it seems like they're kind of avoiding her... she seems to have intimidated even the horndogs and overconfident jocks into feeling their age and inexperience.) Still, you have to know more about where this golden godde-, er, transfer student came from.\n\n"I'm gonna go talk to her," you announce, standing up. You pause slightly before adding, "You know, find out what clique she's in, if any. See if we're going to have to deal with those-" Beat. "Her as a rival."\n\nThe others nod, casting somewhat worried glances over towards the other table as you make your way over. You think you even hear someone dare to murmur a 'Good luck'. Shit, though, you think you need it. Somehow every step closer you get makes your legs start feeling more like jelly, and you'd swear you're starting to get turned-on, as little sense as that makes. But by the time you arrive at the table you're fairly certain even without glancing down that your nipples are visible through your bra and shirt, and that you're developing a wet spot on your panties. She looks up at you and, holy crap, she's got green eyes, really really green eyes, she seriously looks like some sort of divine being.\n\n"Hey there," she says in a smooth voice that's a bit deep for a girl, and yet utterly feminine at the same time, a smile quirking the corner of her full lips.\n\n<hr>\n[[Casually introduce yourself.|MeanLSM]]\n\n[[Try to establish dominance.|MeanLSM]]\n\n[["Holy shit you're hot."|MeanLSM]]

Sure, nothing wrong with spending some family time! Besides, this way maybe you can head off some of your mom's "soon you'll be off to college and we'll be all alone" stuff (or, alternatively, remove yourself from it for awhile).\n\nLet's see. Well, you could [[spend some time with your mother|QOFam1x1]] specifically. Your dad's got a business trip coming up that sadly coincides with your birthday, but if you tell your mother that you want to spend that day having fun with her, it'd probably make her year\n\nAlternatively, [[your dad|QODadStart]] also mentioned taking you with him on the business trip and, once he'd finished up his meetings, maybe going camping or something in the area. Hey, at the very least that way he'd probably be able to put your birthday dinner on his expense account, talk about splurging!\n\nAlso there's [[your older brother|QOBro1x1]] who's away at college right now. He's apparently not going anywhere over spring break, you could go hang out with him for a not-technically-adult-free but parent-free weekend which could be kind of neat (if a little scary).

You find yourself rather intrigued by a witch costume so thorough that it comes with an actual cat. "I guess I'll take the witch costume, then."\n\n"I very much hope you enjoy it," the grey-eyed woman chirps immediately, bowing slightly before turning and making her way through a door. A few moments later she emerges with a garment bag with some sort of attached hatbox on the back, though it's fairly flat. In her other hand is a black plastic pet carrier which she sets down on the counter. You lean down to peer inside, and find yourself being peered back at by a sleek, somewhat young looking cat (although not really a kitten anymore), but with striking purple eyes. You can't recall ever seeing a purple-eyed cat before, does that even happen?\n\nYou're so distracted you barely even notice what you're being charged for the costume (and your new pet), though when you're walking out you look at the receipt and wince a little. Dang. Well, looks like after this writeoff you definitely won't be paying taxes this year. What the heck?! ... Oh well. Maybe purple-eyed cats are some sort of rare purebred or something. He is awfully cute, in any event. (He? You think. You can't exactly see from here.) You're expecting some noise and complaining during the car ride home, but he's surprisingly well-behaved, only giving a soft meow while being set down and staying quiet for the rest of the journey.\n\nOnce back at the house, you carry him inside and set the carrier down... then pause, considering various nicknacks you have on shelves, all the things in your hobby room which you're fairly sure has an open door, and in general the un-petproofed nature of your home. Should you leave him in the carrier for awhile while you go around the house getting it in order? Then again, didn't the lady at the store say he came already trained? He might behave long enough to do it while still being out of the carrier.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let him out.|HollyWitch1x1]]\n\n[[Have him wait.|HollyWitch]]

You find yourself staring at the ceiling of what looks like some sort of church, with hard, flat stone beneath you. ... The Cathedral. You've just been brought back to life after dying.\n\nYou lay sprawled where you are for a moment, simply too shocked and mentally numb to even think about moving. You can slightly feel the cold steel rings of your armor's loincloth pressing against your bare pussy since the leather's been torn away, and can even feel the cold smoothness of the marble against part of your buttocks. You're not sure how long you just lay there, mind reeling at your recent experiences, before there's a bright glow and Arachne thuds solidly against your stomach, knocking the wind out of you.\n\n"Whuff!" Unable to give Arachne the time you took to contemplate the ceiling, you push her off of you and sit up, scooting to the edge of the round, table-like altar where you both reappeared. Looking over at her, you ask, a bit hazily, "Er, you okay...?"\n\n"Yeah. Yeah, I think so," she says after a moment, staring at her hands and flexing her fingers. She looks down at herself, specifically the mess of tattered material that her armor is at the crotch, even though everything under it looks smooth and unblemished. Making a few gestures in midair, obviously accessing her HUD, she gives a mildly hysterical laugh. "Yeah, uh, my armor is, uh... it has the Broken condition."\n\n"Mine too," you murmur after checking, shaking your head. Then you notice a new icon floating next to your avatar. "Oh crap, I think we got a Death Penalty Condition."\n\n"Huh? I thought you just lost some XP and gold for dying?" Arachne asks, still looking a bit glassy-eyed as she stares over at you.\n\n"Yeah, usually, but I learned about these at an event two years ago, when you were still too new to play midlevel content. Sometimes instead, you get a temporary debuff or something... I think that one was called 'Bad Children Get No Presents', it kept you from trading items and getting healing from others for like two hours. This one has a duration of... six months?!" Tapping the icon, you bring up the window and stare at the information it presents. \n\n<center>Fucktoy for Monsters\nDuration, 5 months, 3 weeks, 6 days, 23 hours. \n- Generate more aggression and attention from monsters. \n- Monsters will be vastly more inclined to sexually assault you. \n- Increased susceptibility to grapple attacks.\n- Required to seek attention from monsters at least once a week or further status affects apply.\n+ Increased HP and Stamina.\n+ If you survive the encounter, gain HP from being raped.\n= Will end if you successfully defeat 100 monsters without being raped.</center>\n\n"At least it's not all bad," Arachne croaks, giggling in a distinctly hysterical manner. You reach over and rub her bare back for a few moments until she calms down a bit, breathing more evenly and looking less glassy-eyed.\n\n"Here." You pull up your quick crafting menu and create two pairs of simple leather pants. Popping one out of your inventory, you hand it to her, then use the equip screen to put the other pair on yourself, the armor from your lower half disappearing to be replaced by the mismatched-color simple leather. "When we get somewhere private, I can repair our armor. Until then we'll make do with these."\n\nArachne nods and pulls her pants on the old-fashioned way, her boots slender and mobile enough that she has no problems slipping them through the admittedly snug fit. (Actually it's interesting how the same pair of leather pants hugs both of your asses like an old friend... of course it always worked that way in the game, it's just a bit weird seeing it in action in the flesh.) Looking a bit more relaxed now that she doesn't have her crotch bared to the world, she hops to her feet. "We should probably head to the inn, then. We can get a room there."\n\nYou nod in agreement, and the two of you set out, trying not to make a big deal about walking out of the Cathedral, since 'Hey, I just came back from the dead' isn't exactly how you want to start your reputation in this world, especially if it got around how it happened. Still, you notice that a lot of the other adventurers stare at you as you go past, those who are in pairs or groups nudging each other and whispering, some breaking into giggles. You frown as this continues well after you've left sight of the Cathedral, and pull up your own HUD. You blink as you notice something below your name you didn't see before, and glance at Arachne, confirming she has it too. Suppressing a groan, you pull up a menu and try to change to one of the other titles you've unlocked, and then hit the Clear button, both giving you a 'No' symbol. Sighing, you glance at Arachne again. "Don't freak out, but it looks like that penalty status put a title on us."\n\n"Huh?" Arachne blinks, tapping at the air to bring up her own HUD... then covers her reddened face with both hands as she spots the 'Dire Wolf's Bitch' title under her character name. "Oh. Oh God."\n\n"Just try not to think about it and let's get to the inn," you grumble, keeping your head down and fighting your own humiliated blush as a group of adventurers nearby actually bursts out laughing. Well, at least you're a source of levity in these difficult times.\n\nLuckily the innkeeper is an NPC ("People of the Land" is the game term), and either can't see your titles or is oblivious to them as he hands over a key in return for gold, simply chatting amiably about how busy it's become today. You hurry up to the room with Arachne close behind, the other girl slamming the door as soon as you're through.\n\n"God! Can you believe we're going to have to go around for <i>six months</i> wearing that title for everyone to see?!" she almost shouts, visibly fuming as she stomps back and forth. "What the hell happened to this game?! It used to be one of the least sexified MMOs out there! The perviest thing in the game was... was... <i>this armor</i>!" she blurts, stamping one booted foot.\n\n"I know, I know," you say with another sigh. "Obviously when it turned real it also turned kinda... fucky." Grinning just a bit, you beckon with a hand. "Here, give me your pervy armor and I'll fix it."\n\nSighing, Arachne spends a few moments tapping at her HUD. Her clothes shimmer and disappear after a few moments, leaving her completely naked. You can't help but take a moment to stare appreciatively... it's the sort of perfect body a game character would be expected to have, breasts that are extremely big but also extremely firm and perky, with just enough weight to make them jiggle practically every time she moves. Slender waist, the sort of hips that beg to have hands run over them, long perfect legs. Of course, as you accept her handed-over gear and unequip yourself, you have to admit that you're not exactly a lightweight now either. Your breasts aren't quite as big and are a bit firmer, but you've got a nice tan going on all over, muscles that are perfectly sculpted to look feminine but exude power, and a glance in the mirror shows that you have an ass that's cut like a diamond.\n\n"I'd tease you about preening, but it is kind of amazing," Arachne comments as she catches you checking out your own ass. She moves to stand next to you and does the same, giving her rounder and softer rear a light smack that causes visible impact tremors to move through the yielding flesh. "Damn."\n\n"Heh, at least we're used to having all this stuff, even if it's a highly upgraded version of our stuff," you comment as you sit down on the edge of the bed. "There are people who have it worse off, I think."\n\n"Worse off than...?" Arachne frowns and gestures off to the side of her head, where her name and title would be.\n\n"Probably, come to think of it. Did you see that really sexy-looking Alv with the blonde hair and the short-skirt mage armor...?"\n\n"The one in the group of five that was laughing at us?" Arachne rolls her eyes. "That had boobs even bigger than mine? I think the Alv get a boob slider that the minimum starts at DD and goes way higher than-"\n\n"Yeah, but did you notice," you cut in, smirking. "That deep, booming bellylaugh was coming from <i>her</i>."\n\n"Oh? ... Ohhhhh." Arachne's purple eyes widen slightly as she realizes. "Oh dang. All the guys out there playing girl characters-"\n\n"Are going to need to be quiet if they want to dance outside the guild halls now," you supply dryly. "I imagine the girls playing guy characters will have the same problem, but maybe a bit less." You pause, then rub your chin. "Or maybe more. Most girls who played guys were doing it for the bishie yaoi lovin', I wonder if they'll be so eager for it now that it's the real thing?"\n\n"Who does that?" Arachne asks, nose wrinkling.\n\n"Y'know. People," you shrug, thinking of your Alv male alt. Geez, just think, you could have been logged on with <i>him</i> when this happened.\n\n"But Cyanide, what are we gonna do?" Arachne sighs and flops to sit on the bed next to you, tits bouncing energetically even as she slumps to rest her head on your shoulder. "For six months, we'll have that stupid title. I mean, I don't know if people will know it's literal or what, but we'll be a laughingstock. I can't face the guild like that."\n\n"Well. It does say that if we can defeat 100 monsters without, um... a repeat performance... that will get rid of the status."\n\n"Yeah, but we've also got those debuffs," she points out. "Basically, more of them will want to rape us, and it'll be a lot easier for them to grab us and do it."\n\n"Other than that, our only options are either to go to the guild and ask for their help, or try to tough it out here and stay out of sight as much as possible until the status runs out." Shrugging, you add, "Who knows if we'll even be here six months? Maybe when we go to sleep tonight, we'll wake up back home."\n\n"But you don't think so." \n\n"No," you admit. "It's just a gut feeling, but this seems pretty permanent."\n\n"Well... you decide, then." Arachne sighs and flops onto her back, causing yet more jiggling and bouncing. "I'm too tired and freaked out and you're handling this better. I'm still trying to come to grips with..." She trails off, but you can imagine there's quite a long list, with 'Cumming my brains out while getting raped by wolves' and 'Orgasming while being fucked to death' being towards the top of it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to kill enough monsters to end the Penalty Status.|GGET3x3]]\n\n[[Just lay low until it goes away.|GGETPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go to your guild for help.|GGETPlaceholder]]

You quickly bring up your menu and tap the 'Dismount' command, fighting the urge to yelp as your body moves on its own, swinging off the horse and letting it disappear. You hurry forward towards the wolves, then quickly start trying to bring up your attack commands menu.\n\n"Wait! Cyanide, no!" Arachne calls, stopping and whipping around to face you.\n\nFor a moment you think she's trying to say she doesn't need help... then it hits you. Not only is it almost impossible to punch the commands while still holding your swords, you've got so many attack commands buried in menus that it's taking you forever to find anything. You had macros and modded tray icons to help you when it was a game, but those apparently didn't carry over. Too you have the wolves bearing down on you, the sight of them very real-seeming and snapping their jaws making you fumble. As one comes right at you you desperately stab at the attack command, only to hit the very edge of it and drag it across the UI instead.\n\nThe wolf's shoulder slams into you, the hit knocking you backwards and sprawling, your weapons flying out of your hands and scattering across the ground. Gasping for breath, seeing that the single attack has taken a considerable chunk out of your HP despite the monster's relatively low level, you try to flip over and scramble to your feet. You see Arachne rushing towards you to help, only to be body-checked almost identically by another of the Dire Wolves. You freeze momentarily in horror, apparently giving the wolf attacking you ample opportunity.\n\nIts sharp teeth sink into the back of your leather pants, and with a hard yank of its head it tears the material, seams popping and parts simply giving away, abruptly baring your asshole and pussy. Yelping, you try to scramble away, shocked by the strange new perversity of the monsters, but it's not having any of that. The Dire Wolf leaps forward, its powerful forelegs hooking around your middle and yanking you back towards it, the Grappled icon appearing next to your HP bar. Struggling to reach your menu and try anything to break free, your hand keeps slipping as you're distracted by the feeling of something very large poking against your thighs.\n\nYou scream out as the Dire Wolf abruptly finds his target and thrusts in, your pussy forced to spread around the spearlike shape of the oversized canine cock. Clamping its jaws around the back of your neck to force you to be still, it starts pumping and thrusting its hips, working a little more of its thick doggy dick into you with every thrust. You drop your hand from your hud and brace against the ground, every thrust overwhelming you with sensation, a mingling of pain and pleasure that has your nipples trying to drill through the armor plate covering your chest. You gasp and cry out as it fucks you mercilessly, pounding its inhuman prick into your cunt and squeezing its sharp teeth against your skin, drool running down your throat.\n\nYou can see your own HUD, and the way a tiny bit of your HP shaves away every time it slams its cock into you. You can also see Arachne being forced into the same position you are by prods and yanks of the other Dire Wolves, one mounting up onto her back; it doesn't even bother to rip away the crotch of her armor, just thrusts hard enough to tear a hole right through the thin black material with its glistening red cock. Soon the two of you are filling the glade with your shrieks and moans, while the Dire Wolves add their own growls and panting to the mix.\n\nYou can feel something even thicker slamming against the opening of your pussy, rattling your whole body with the force of it. When the Dire Wolf's knot finally forces its way inside you, you give an animalistic howl of your own, cumming hard, your pussy trying to squeeze the thick thing hard. But it pulls out, an almost audible *pop* sounding before it shoves forward and forces it inside again, again making you orgasm. Three more times it works the knot in and out of you before finally shoving in harder than ever, its knot inflating even larger as it begins spilling its immense animal load into your abused Half-Alv pussy.\n\nYou shudder and twitch in its grip, vaguely aware of Arachne undergoing the same treatment ahead of you, the human assassin's whorish tits swaying and jiggling under her as she's knotted by another of the wolves. Finally, the one above you unclamps its jaws and pulls away, its knot having deflated enough to pop back out of you, this time accompanied by a veritable waterfall of thick white jizz. But it's barely off your back before another one mounts up, plunging its cock right back into your violated pussy, making you yelp and shriek again, Arachne screaming out as she too is filled with another monster's pole.\n\nThe eight or so Dire Wolves continue to take turns pounding away at you. It's easy to lose count due to the intensity of the situation and the shameful orgasms you're experiencing, but you're fairly sure that you and Arachne have both been fucked by all eight of them at least once. As one of them pulls away from you, there's a lull, and you exhaustedly wonder if they're finally done. Your vision is swimming as you try to focus on your HUD, seeing that your HP bar is yellow... you can still get back to town on this. You hope. Then an immense shadow falls over you. Fearfully you look over your shoulder, seeing an immense Dire Wolf closer to the size of a horse looming above. The group boss! You futilely try to escape again, but its jaws clamp around your entire head.\n\nSome portion of your mind still registers your HP falling immediately into the red as its cock, easily twice the size of the other monsters', slams into your ass. You scream into the beast's mouth as it begins violating your previously untouched hole, forcing you wider open around the bulging middle, the pointed tip spearing deeper inside you with every movement. Visible chunks fall off your health bar every time its equine-sized canine cock pounds home. Somehow, with everything that's gone before, with that visible sign of the danger, your body decides 'what the hell'... you start cumming with every one of the monster's thrusts in and every time it pulls out, your tongue lolling out and your eyes rolling up in your head. When it finally slams its huge knot into you and inflates it to the size of a basketball, your chiseled stomach starting to round out and swell, you can't even scream with the intensity of your orgasm. And then, amidst it all, you feel its teeth press harder.\n\n<b>*KRNCH*</b>\n\n<hr>\n[[You are dead.|GGET3x2]]

"Let's keep it to just the two of us, for right now," you finally decide. "We don't really know the 'rules' of this world yet, and we definitely don't know who we can trust. We don't wanna get in the middle of a combat zone and then get ditched, or PKed."\n\n"You're right," Arachne answers readily. "Guess we'd better resolve to do it ourselves. ... So, um, sleeping arrangements."\n\n"We're big girls, we can just share the bed." You grin at her, and almost suggest doing more than sharing just because dang, you are both <i>really</i> hot now, but decide that might be pushing it after the weird sort of day you've had. Instead you just say, "I'll take this side, you take that side."\n\nAfter a night of somewhat restless sleep, the two of you rise. Your stomach gurgling, you use your crafting menu to conjure up a plate of bacon and eggs, Arachne doing the same... then both of you making the same unpleasant discovery. "Ugh! It's got no taste!"\n\n"And it's like chewing falling-apart cardboard," Arachne whimpers, looking on the verge of tears. "This suuuucks."\n\nStill, both of you choke down the food to stop your hunger pangs, and then you access the crafting menu again. Luckily you don't much care how swords taste, so you craft a pair and equip them to replace the ones you lost yesterday. They don't have the enchantments, you'd need an Imbuer for that, but oh well.\n\n"I'm running low on crafting materials," you note. "I hope the vendors don't run out, or we can get some more." Especially if you lose more weapons or break more armor, you don't say aloud.\n\n"Okay, so what monsters should we hunt?" Arachne asks, checking and then sheathing her knife.\n\n<hr>\n[[Dire Wolves.|GGETPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Goblins.|GGETPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Elementals.|GGETPlaceholder]]\n\n[[An area boss.|GGETPlaceholder]]

Spellslinging is one of the classes Minikin are best suited for, so you decide on a Sorcerer. The character model does her excited animation again as a red hooded robe, left open in front, appears on her body, the top changing into a black tube top and the shorts changing into what can only be described as black leather hotpants, bordering on a black leather bikini bottom (these art guys, you swear), and little slippers on her feet.\n\nHere's where you'd normally go to character customization, but instead, well, you get 'traits'. They sound like a lot of pervy hype for what has to be some fairly prosaic stat benefits, you decide as you look over the options.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's trait!</center>\n\n[[Descendant of Dragons|GGWOWplaceholder]] - The blood of dragons flows through your character's veins, imbuing their spells with the primal fire of these forebears. However, this also comes with the noted fertility of these great beasts, which some enemies will sense and seek to take advantage of. (So, more spell damage, increased aggro.)\n\n[[Chaos Caster|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character gains access to a far wider variety of spells and spell effects, but their results can become somewhat... uncertain. Beware of backfires! (So you get a wider range of spell options, but a failure chance and maybe status effects in the event of a failed spell, easy enough to parse.)

You start to answer her, then pause. Wait, what if you made friends with her here and now? It's definitely jumping the story ahead some, but what if that would allow you to change how it goes further on? Deciding it's worth a shot, you take a quick glance around, then step closer. "Look, I know who you are, Aerith." As her eyes widen, you smile and hold up a hand. "It's okay, I'm not with the Turks. In fact I had a similar experience to you... only I wasn't as great at getting away, until after."\n\n"What? Really?" She puts a hand to her mouth. "You mean... they caught you, and-"\n\n"Yeah, it wasn't much fun. But that's why I want to make sure they don't do it to anyone else. It's pretty dangerous around here right now, so I'll guard you on the way home, okay?" You offer your hand, making sure to keep your smile gentle as she hesitates. "I promise I'm not trying to trick you. I want you to stay safe, honest."\n\nApparently she believes you, since she puts her hand in yours and starts leading the way through the streets. "Where should we go, then?" she asks, glancing over at you.\n\nYou consider. There's her house, obviously, which is a pretty nice place, especially in this dark, dank little slum. Or there's the church where she spends a lot of time, apparently, you could try hiding out there. Or you could buck the storyline entirely and see what happens if you get Aerith out of Midgar entirely before she gets wrapped up in everything.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take her home.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Take her to the church.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Leave Midgar.|FF7F]]

You've got to admit it, even if you usually wouldn't... the kid is adorable. You find yourself smiling and putting a hand atop her head, making her squeak and blush a little with surprise. "It's fine." Wow, been awhile since you said those words and meant them. Oddly you find yourself thinking they feel sort of good. Huh? You glance downward, then 'oh' and carefully squat down, knees together, to pick up a little red velvet pouch. "Did you drop this?"\n\n"Oh! Oh gosh!" The younger girl claps both hands over her mouth, then accepts the pouch from you as you straighten. "The snack fund, it would have ruined the trip! Oh gosh, oh gosh, thank you!" She actually looks like she might burst into tears, her face scrunching up and making her look even younger. And cuter. Eek.\n\n"Well. Ah. Glad I found it for you, then." You actually feel a little awkward. You're not used to people looking at you with... sincerity... in their eyes. You snag your bag and start to move on, only for the girl to grab at the sleeve of your robe.\n\n"Um!" She squirms a bit, then continues. "Um. If... if you don't have anywhere to sit yet, you could... come over to the room we have?"\n\n"... Sure," you answer after a moment's thought. Not like you can stand out here all trip, and maybe you can parlay your uncharacteristic show of goodwill into something socially profitable. You try to keep that thought in mind as the girl's face lights up in a 2000 watt grin and she starts practically dashing back in the direction she came.\n\nWhen she slides open the door, three heads turn to look. Two look like they just have to be related to the girl you're with... same color of brown (slightly unruly) hair, same green-blue eyes, one of them an older girl with her hair in a ponytail and the other a boy your age with his hair starting to get down his neck and in his eyes. The third is a redhead who's also your age, her hair cropped almost boyishly short and slightly spiked, you assume with a mild application of gel. You wind up staring some at her because she has one normal-seeming green eye and one that's a vivid purple you don't think occurs in nature... must be some variety of punk or goth.\n\n"Uh, Mary? Did you get the snacks already?" the boy asks. Your little companion's eyes widen, and she gives a mortified squeak and goes scurrying off again without a word to you. Oh brother.\n\n"Hi," the redhead says, eyeing you dubiously as you linger in the doorway.\n\n"Hi," you answer just as dubiously, not used to speaking or being spoken to by someone so far out of your social genre. But after a moment you add, with a little gesture in the departed girl's direction, "Mary invited me back, so."\n\n"Oh? That's unusual," the older girl says, raising her eyebrow. "Our sister usually can't manage to speak to people she doesn't know without practically hiding in one of her own shoes."\n\n"C'mon in, then," the boy says, waving you on and pointing to the bench next to the older girl. Still a little dubious, you do so, keeping your bag in front of your feet instead of putting it in the overhead bin, just in case you want to make a quick exit. "I'm Gabriel Carpenter, that's my sister Samsa, she's a year ahead of us. This's our friend, Harriet Weaver."\n\n"You're American," Harriet states a bit flatly, still eyeing you.\n\nYou feel like that's an insult or a challenge or something, even if you can't figure out quite how from her tone. You bristle a little, starting to open your mouth to say something, when you're interrupted by the door sliding open again.\n\n"Sorry... sorry," Mary pants as she stumbles back in, carrying a large number of foil-wrapped packages. She almost trips over your bag and you find yourself reflexively reaching out to steady her. She gives you a grateful (bordering on worshipful) look, and when you glance over you notice that Gabriel and Samsa are regarding you rather more warmly as well.\n\n"My name's Layla, I'm from Deviville. My father just moved here for work," you say instead of the retort to Harriet you'd had planned, watching Mary as she hops up onto the bench between you and her sister.\n\nHarriet looks you up and down again, then one corner of her mouth quirks up. "You're Réalta."\n\nGritting your teeth, you glare at her. "Now listen up, you-"\n\n"No, no, Layla!" Gabriel interjects, actually giving Harriet a little slap on the shoulder. "God, you're terrible. Like she knows what Réalta means." Looking back at you, he continues. "It's not an insult, Layla, it's actually the nicest way to refer to someone who's got magic but came from nonmagical parents. It means 'star'."\n\n"Like the stars were shining down on you in welcome," Samsa adds with a grin. "At least that's what they say, anyway."\n\n"... Magic," you echo flatly, looking around at the crazies you're sitting with.\n\nHarriet bursts into laughter, putting her hand over the side of her face with her purple eye. "Oh wow! She made it onto the <i>train</i> without knowing about it! That is fan<i>tastic</i>!"\n\n"Harriet, you're being mean," Mary scolds, puffing out her cheeks.\n\n"Oh, come on! You've got to admit that's funny," Harriet replies, still snickering, with Gabriel and Samsa both looking like they're fighting down giggles as well. Scowling, you grab your bag and stand up, only to have the redhead wave you down. "Wait, wait, sorry. Seriously though, before you go, take a glance out the window. Then you can decide if you wanna leave."\n\nStill scowling, but actually feeling confused enough now to risk being made further fun of, you shuffle by the feet of the others and take a peek out the window, trying not to look too hard or move too much lest it turn out to be some sort of painful prank. Instead what you see is the ground steadily shrinking away, with the rest of the train visible below as it apparently moves in a slow spiral upwards.\n\nYou stagger back and find yourself falling back into your seat, eyes wide. Mary, looking sympathetic, holds up one of the foil wrappers she's still carrying. Mechanically you tear it open and without really thinking about it start sucking on the green popsicle inside, not even wondering how it's still perfectly cold and unmelty despite having been in Mary's hands for several minutes.\n\n"Just... finish that, you'll probably feel better by the time you do," Gabriel says gently.\n\n"She got on the <i>train</i> without knowing about magic," Harriet murmurs, shoulders still shaking.\n\n"Harriet," Samsa says with a scowl.\n\n"Oh, come on!"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth2x3]]

You shrug. Not knowing what the signs even mean, you may as well just pick a path. Setting off down the path, you're soon walking amidst various animal pens and pastures. They all have little signs on them reading things like 'Horse', 'Cattle', 'Pigs', and so on, but the weird thing is, they're all empty. There's not a single animal in sight. You scratch your head a little bit, wondering if you came to a new part of the farm that isn't actually being used yet. Shrugging, you turn around and start to head back the way you came, only to thump solidly into another person.\n\nBoth of you step back, looking an odd mixture of indignant and apologetic. She's a girl, about your own age, similarly thin build and similar clothes, even... and in a similar state of looking like they've been worn for almost a week straight. Her black hair is pulled back in a ponytail, lightly tan skin framing green eyes. She's probably be really cute if she didn't look somewhat ragged (not that you're at your best).\n\n"... Looking for a job?" you venture a bit warily.\n\n"... Yeah," she admits after a moment, obviously sizing you up as in a similar situation. Tentatively, she offers her hand. "Sandy."\n\n"Eric." You shake her hand briefly, then glance around again. "There's not even animals, I don't think they're even using this part."\n\n"I saw automatic doors leading to barns, maybe some of the animals are inside and just don't wanna come out," Sandy answers, doing another look around herself. "You know, if they've got those, maybe there's an electronic call box near one of the animal areas we can use to call someone and ask directions."\n\n"Hey, good idea." You ponder which animal pen that you can see would be most likely to have such a system.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pigpen.|RunFarm2M]]\n\n[[Cow pasture.|RunFarm2M]]\n\n[[Horse pasture.|RunFarm2M]]\n\n[[Dog kennel.|RunFarm2M4x1]]

By bus is fine. You like everyone on the squad, after all, and spending a couple of days with them on a road trip is hardly the worst thing in the world.\n\nSchool regulations state that uniforms are to be worn during any school-related activities, so on the day of departure there's a cluster of laughing, fit teenage girls gathered around outside the school, wearing cheerleading outfits in the school's colors of red, white, and gold. A few girls are doing impromptu cheer practice on their own, driven more by enthusiasm than dedication, but you can't exactly throw stones since you're one of the ones doing it.\n\nEventually the old grey schoolbus the school uses for long-distance trips with less than a dozen people pulls up in front of you, the door swinging open. The coach responsible for girls' cheerleading, Coach Morrison, grins at you from behind the wheel. She's fairly young, fit, pretty, and wears her brown hair cut short... you've done your best to avoid stereotyping her as a lesbian because, c'mon, assuming that just because she's short-haired, small-breasted, and teaches gym is mean.\n\nOnce everyone's luggage is loaded and everyone's aboard, the bus pulls away, heading out of the suburbs and across the country. Ahead is five days of cheap motels and fast food... or, as you prefer to think of it, five days of constant sleepover and eating what you want!\n\nHowever, as the first day wears on, you notice that it's long past the time you were supposed to stop for the night for the first day. It's beginning to get dark, and as the bus crests a hill, you notice that ahead is not a small town with a strip of motels, but a line of trees. Mist has begun to roll in, curling around the dark, almost black trunks and obscuring the road.\n\nThe bus comes to a rather creaking stop at a fork in the road that can barely be seen, both stretches of pavement heading into the woods. Blinking you get up and go to sit down in the front seat beside Coach Morrison, who's glaring at a road map.\n\n"Think I took a wrong turn about an hour ago," she mutters, then sighs and shakes her head. "Sorry, Amanda. Hey, you got an A in geography, right? They had a section on reading maps, can you figure this out?" She passes the folded paper over to you, grumbling under her breath about the cheapskate school that won't spring for even one GPS unit.\n\nYou accept the map, looking it over. It's a little difficult to judge exactly where you are, but you think you have a decent recollection of which towns you passed through. Making an educated guess, you trace a finger along the road you're fairly sure you're on, and try to judge which fork will take you to a town fairly quickly.\n\n"I think we need to go..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Right.|CheerForestStart]]\n\n[[Left.|CheerMotelStart]]

"I kinda wanna see this auction, now that we've gotten this far," you admit, running a hand up and down Karen's thigh. "Besides, I've had so much fun ordering her around. It'd feel kinda incomplete just getting out of a car and watching her get driven away with."\n\n"Ah, I'm really liking you more and more, you know?" Aerin says almost dreamily, and you find yourself blushing at the praise. "Of course you wouldn't. Besides, someone like you... I'm betting you want to see how it's done. You'll want to buy one of your own someday, after all."\n\nThe idea hadn't really occurred to you, but through the rest of the drive you find it's all you can think about. Owning a slave? Would it be more or less of a power trip than what you did with Karen? After all with her, you had leverage, more than just 'I owned you', and yet who's to say it couldn't be the same with a real slave? You almost miss the fact that you're in the downtown business district, approaching one of the ultramodern office buildings, one of those with an attached, enclosed parking structure built onto the side. "This is where the auction house is?" you ask in surprise as Aerin presents a card to the attendant, the garage door rolling up to admit the SUV as it drives forward and begins making its way up the ramps.\n\n"The auction and a number of other things. All right here, in the middle of the city. Blatant, huh?" she replies with a chuckle. The car has to pass through a few more doors, before she comes to a stop next to a set of sliding, opaque glass ones. Those doors part, and a number of slender figures wearing shimmering, transparent baggy leggings, loincloths made of the same material, and nipple rings with ornamented chains running between them, their faces covered by solid silver masks, step out. Both men and women have beautiful, sleek bodies, and you're left staring as Aerin opens the door, not saying a word as several of them haul Karen out and carry her back through the doors. You almost don't notice your own door opening, but scurry out of the car as Aerin slides out and allows one of the servants to take her place behind the wheel, the doors closing and the car driving off. (Aerin is in fact wearing a dress, although the bottom is fairly loose and leaves her knees bare.) "We go in through there," she notes, pointing towards an antique-seeming wooden door lit from above by an apparent gas-flame red lantern, the whole thing jarring quite badly with the rest of the parking garage aesthetic. Still, one of the servants has remained to open the door for the two of you as you approach.\n\nYou walk side-by-side with Aerin as she enters the long hallway, definitely looking more like something from a grand old mansion than a high-rise. Despite that, you can't help but be shocked when at the end of it, the two of you exit into something that looks a lot more like an upscale opera house's lobby than anything else. (Not that you've been to any upscale opera houses in person, but you've seen plenty of movies, so.) There are huge curving staircases leading up, a large bar, and a number of those silver-masked servants practically gliding around the room, silently attending the handful of people who have already gathered, most of them in a variety of different formal garb.\n\n"And these are other sellers, our illustrious buyers, and in many cases both," Aerin says quietly to you as the two of you walk in, her pale brown eyes skimming over the room. "We're quite early, so obviously not everyone is here yet... these are actually mostly sellers who, like us, wanted to drop off their product with plenty of time for the house to look it over, assess it, and prepare it. And to enjoy the house's hospitality, of course," she adds wryly, tilting her head towards where one of the dapper-suited men has his hand beneath the loincloth of one of the servants, stroking the masked man's cock almost idly. "Open bar, compliant servants, various other entertainments. But I'm curious as to what you think of them, Cyan. Go ahead and take a good look," she urges in a whisper. "Tell me your assessment of those here."\n\nYou nod a little, looking around, doing your best not to stare but at the same time to intently observe the non-servants. There seem to be a few people wearing very standard tuxedos, and you decide those must be employees who are actual employees as opposed to the obvious slaves in masks. As for the rest, "They seem very..." you muse softly, hesitating before finishing your thought.\n\n<hr>\n[["... rich."|GGAerin]]\n\n[["... strange."|GGAerin1x3]]

"There's something that's just off about them," you say with a small frown. "I'm... not sure what it is. It's not their looks, entirely, though it's some of that, but something about them seems... false? Hidden? I don't know the word for it."\n\n"Good girl, very good girl," Aerin murmurs, in such a tone of pride that you can't help but blush. "I knew I was right to bring you. Alright, let me help you out with what it is. That man there, the broad one, not any taller than you, with the nice suit and green tie. You see him?"\n\nYou easily enough spot the man she's talking about, since you noticed him earlier. He does sort of stand out, having practically pointed, puffy ears that angle out from his head, rather small-set eyes, and a thick, jowly face without much neck. "Yeah."\n\n"That's a King Goblin." As you turn your head to stare at her, she flicks her fingers. "Not actually royalty, think of it more like 'king crab'. And that one there, the tall fellow with good shoulders, probably look like a cover model if his face weren't so long? Horseman."\n\nFrowning at her teasing you, you look over at a tall, slender woman wearing a practically transparent sparkly blue dress that does nothing to hide the pale nipples of her small, pert breasts, nor the completely smooth cleft of her pussy, standing next to a short man with shaggy brown hair and a pointed goatee. "Uh-huh. What about those two?"\n\n"A satyr and his water nymph slave-wife," Aerin answers with such speed and ease that it puts a dent in the idea she's having to think this up. "See that almost invisible gold wire around her neck? She must be his favorite, to let her feel practically unrestrained like that."\n\n"... I..." You trail off, shaking your head.\n\n"Think I'm having fun at your expense?" Aerin grins brightly at you, leaning in and resting her hands on your shoulders as she whispers directly in your ear, so close her lips almost brush your skin. "But part of you knows I'm not. Look riiiight... there," she murmurs, bringing one hand around to press her fingertips almost imperceptibly against your jaw to turn your head. "The tall lady who's just barely covering those absolutely luscious tits with that green dress. Don't overthink it, just say the word, part of you already knows."\n\n"Elf," you find yourself whispering before you can really think twice about it, before blinking and turning your head to look at Aerin.\n\n"Mm-hmmm. And you know what I am too," she whispers, staring into your eyes intently, even as hers fade from pale brown to amber, then deepen to a truly brilliant, almost metallic yellow that spreads out, covering her entire eye, her pupils extending upward into slits before stretching out short barbs from the center to make them look like uneven stars. At your mute nod, somewhere between terrified and entranced, you can see her smile fill her eyes, despite how alien they've become. "Of course you do. I'm the scariest thing in here... so far. But don't be frightened, because I'm going to keep you safe. Though we need to do one thing to accomplish that."\n\nShe straightens up, tilting her head slightly and raising her eyebrows a little as she regards you. "The fact of the matter is, free humans who aren't staff or titled are... well, not forbidden here, but they have no rights. Any creature that realizes what you are... and I promise you they'll all know at first look... can do whatever they want to you. That includes claiming you as property. Unless, of course, you're very visibly someone else's property." As she says that, she brings up a hand, palm turning downward and a series of linked golden squares embossed with strange symbols dropping from it, forming a necklace. Or actually, a-\n\n"Y-you can't be serious," you stammer under your breath, eyes widening.\n\n"Well they can't grab you and make you their slave if you're already mine," Aerin murmurs... actually, she's practically purring, her glowing golden eyes fixed on you. "It's just not done. Using or abusing someone else's property without permission in a place like this is grounds for an instant death sentence, at best. No one would dare lay a hand on you that you... or I... didn't allow with this around your neck."\n\n"But... but I thought we came here to sell Karen," you continue nervously, glancing towards the entrance. "I didn't think we came here so that... you could force that around my neck and..."\n\n"Sshh, sshh, easy," she soothes, lowering the collar-necklace and turning her hand to let it cup in her palm again, reaching out to cup your cheek with the other. Her expression is actually quite gentle now, a soft smile as she looks into your eyes. "I'm not going to force anything. This particular collar will only even close if you fasten it on yourself, of your own free will. You don't have to wear it at all. If you do, you will be safe to go about as you please, and I guarantee no harm will come to you, not even the whiff of it. Everything I've said still applies... you'll get forty percent of what I get from Karen's sale, yours to take and spend however you like. You can go home after your stay in the hotel, and never see me again... in time, with distance, the spell will wear off, the collar will open, and you'll be free of even the specter of my influence. Or... you can consider it a bond between us," she continues, rubbing her thumb over your cheek. "My promise to show you the way into a much, much bigger world, and how you can become far more powerful than a bit of youthful blackmail ever made you feel."\n\nYou stare into her eyes, then slowly down at her hand, where the golden segments of the collar are gleaming in the subdued lighting of the lobby.\n\n<hr>\n[[Put it on.|GGAerin1x4]]\n\n[[Refuse it.|GGAerin]]

You think back to your encounter with Aerin... just how casual and comfortable she seemed with everything, like she'd done it a hundred times before, and like she didn't have a care in the world about doing it. If she was actually worried in the slightest, she certainly didn't show it.\n\n... Yeah, that's not someone you want to test. Whatever your feelings on turning Karen over to be sold, you're not willing to risk your new... acquaintance's wrath to save her. Much better to go along for the ride, profit, and... and, well, you can sort of feel out how you really feel about it as you go.\n\nFriday dawns, and sometime in the morning you get a text from Karen reading 'Do I still have to do this?'\n\nYou text back 'Yes, but we're going out first. A friend invited me to a party.' You consider, then follow up with another text message saying 'I've decided your outfit. Bare midriff, short skirt, no bra, NO PANTIES. :stuck_out_tongue:' After all, she's going to wind up stripped, right? Might as well give whoever does it less to take off.\n\n'You can't be serious!'\n\nFeeling a little riled at her resistance, you reply back 'Completely. And either you're going to message me a video of you getting undressed, followed by pictures of you wearing the outfit complete with upskirt, or I'll upload the videos I already have to Devilist. Your choice. :scowling_devil:'\n\nYou sit watching your phone waiting, and grin as you eventually see the reply messages with attachments. Karen has obviously propped up the phone to take video, expression one of humiliation as she pulls off her top and undoes her bra, breasts shaking as she slips out of it. Her shorts and panties follow, and she stands up, displaying her naked body for your inspection, before she hurries towards the camera and the video ends. The next few messages are mirror-selfies of her wearing a thin pink long-sleeved top with no midriff and shoulder-windows, her nipples visibly stiff under it, and a white pleated skirt. The last one is a fairly close-up image of the skirt being lifted with one hand, the other obviously holding the camera to take a picture of her bare, smooth snatch.\n\n'Happy?' comes the terse followup message.\n\n'Very.' you reply, admitting to yourself that you are. Maybe this won't be so bad after all, though you're going to miss bossing her around after you sell her. 'I'll be there at five, just come out and get in the car.'\n\nAt just before 4:45, you head out as well. You've decided to dress up a little, since it felt appropriate, wearing one of your handful of 'formal' shirts, a deep blue silk blouse that you've left the top few buttons of undone, a black skirt, and blue tights that closely match the color of the blouse, and one of your nicer pairs of boots. You easily spot the SUV at the corner of Cherry Street... at first you think it's black, but as you get closer you realize it's an extremely dark purple with a faint sparkle to it, albeit the blackout windows are definitely solid midnight. The back door swings open, and you have to admit you feel like preening a little as Aerin gives a soft whistle. "Looking very nice!"\n\n"Thanks," you answer as you climb in and close the door after yourself, scooting over. Aerin's fairly dressed-up too, as you can see she's wearing an almost iridescent purple top with no back. You can't make out if it's a dress or what from here, though, and she apparently has other matters on her mind than fashion now as she sets off driving. She picks something up from the passenger seat, and leans her hand back towards you.\n\n"Here, I assume you can manage to work this?"\n\nIt's her little dart gun. Accepting it, you glance it over, and shrug. "Seems simple enough. So what, I just dart her in the neck when she gets in?"\n\n"Simple and clean," Aerin singsongs in a way that says she's played a certain video game.\n\n"Is it the same stuff you shot me with?" you can't help but ask a little wryly.\n\n"No, that stuff's very short-term, and she really doesn't need to be awake for this. That's a more standard tranquilizer, lasts about twelve hours or until antidoted. The auction people will decide when to bring her around for her sale."\n\nYou nod, turning over your thoughts along the ride, all the way up through pulling into the drive of Karen's big fancy house. Not too long after, the front door opens and closes and Karen steps out in the outfit she showed you, as well as a pair of white slip-on heels, looking like she's stepping very carefully to avoid letting the skirt flip up. You see Aerin move slightly, and the passenger side back door swings open on its own, leaving her to climb in gingerly while trying to hold the skirt down and smooth it under her. She blinks, though, as she settles in and gets her first good look at Aerin, and that she's obviously no teenager driving their parent's car. "Who is this? Cyan, what sort of party is-"\n\nShe doesn't get much further before you bring the gun up and pull the trigger, the slender little cylinder practically seeming to appear out of the side of her neck. Her next few words are silent despite her lips still moving, her eyes widening as a hand starts to come up. Then her eyes sag closed, and her body starts to lean forward until you hurriedly reach over, planting a hand on one of her boobs as you tilt her back against the seat.\n\n"Good job," Aerin chirps as she apparently presses the 'door close' button, then sets out driving again. "Well, one pretty, fit blonde with nice tits in the bag. Now, I suppose at this point, I don't really <i>need</i> you for anything else, and I can drop you off at the hotel. Orrr, you can come with me to the auction and watch her get sold off. It would certainly make sure I don't stiff you on your share, after all. But, your choice, you've certainly earned the right to make it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hotel.|GGAerin]]\n\n[[Auction.|GGAerin1x2]]

You take a deep breath and let it out slowly, then reach to gently take the collar from Aerin's hand. Turning it to make sure the carved symbols are facing out, you bring it up and slide it around your neck, bringing the two ends together behind you. You hear a faint hiss and could swear you smell hot metal, but there's no pain to indicate that anything back there actually became molten. You resist the urge to yelp as the collar quickly snugs up around your neck, fitting against your skin. You'd almost expect it to choke you, but it's... actually almost comfortable. You're vaguely, constantly aware of the faint pressure of its presence, but otherwise there's little sense that you're wearing anything.\n\n"Ah... it looks gorgeous on you, and you look so good wearing it, cute stuff," Aerin murmurs.\n\nYou look up at her, and this time you can't help but start a little. Her hair is now shining as if made of finely-woven strands of metal, still black with a sheen of purple. But she also has iridescent purple scales that match the color of her dress running from around her (pointed) ears and down her jaw and the sides of her necks, along her shoulders and covering her arms, which are still proportioned much the same, though her fingers are tipped with black claws. Her breasts are larger, standing out more under the dress, and the reason it was backless is more apparent due to the wings folded in against her back, purple and black like the rest of her. When she grins at you, this time she lets some teeth show, revealing that some are much sharper than they were.\n\n"Scared?" she asks evenly.\n\n"... A little," you admit in a whisper.\n\n"<i>Good</i>," she answers, reaching out to cup your chin and leaning in to press a surprisingly gentle kiss to your lips. You shiver a little, but close your eyes and kiss back. She doesn't deepen it or hold it for very long, but soon raises her head, still grinning at you. "If you weren't, you wouldn't be very smart. Besides, some fear makes things exciting, doesn't it?" At your rather mute nod, she winks and then gestures. "Take a look."\n\nYou turn to look at the crowd again, and see that very few of them still look completely human. The broad, portly man now has deep green skin with a number of warts, his ears even more prominent than before. The man with the long face really does look like an upright horse, his thick-fingered hands tipped with hooflike nails, though his hold on his champagne flute is surprisingly delicate. The slender woman's long blonde hair has turned pale blue and ripples as if in an underwater current, her dress now visibly made of actual water, rippling and flowing like a stream, her body both more clearly visible and somewhat distorted by it; next to her, her husband/owner is now revealed to have horns, his lower body bare, brown-furred goat legs tipped with hooves and a heavy pair of balls and thick sheath almost hidden by the angle he's standing at. The woman in the green dress is now far more beautiful, all the colors of both her dress and body somehow more saturated, more brilliant than should be possible in this lighting.\n\n"I can see what they are," you whisper.\n\n"You always could, but a bit of their magic and your own perceptions kept you from understanding it," Aerin murmurs back, her wings shifting a little. "The collar's helping awaken a bit more of your inner magical potential, so you've partially opened your third eye. It's why you perceive their physical forms completely now."\n\n"Magical poten-... third ey-... me?"\n\n"Yes you." Aerin actually laughs a little, winking one of her glowing golden eyes at you again. "You have the potential to be an extremely powerful witch, easily worthy of a title. Or... well, let's just say you could go much, much higher than that and leave it there for now." She leans in to peck your lips quickly again, before straightening and turning. "Now, I need to go do some token mingling with a few of the other sellers, and probably a couple of buyers once they show up." She waves a bit as she sashays off, revealing that the back of the dress drapes just low enough to show a hint of the cleft of her ass below the folds of her wings. "Have fun, be confident, explore!"\n\nWell. Now you're left standing on your own trying to adjust to your worldview having shifted without a clutch. So you just stand there for a minute processing, before you set off to wander through the lobby, for lack of anything better to do. At first it's a fight not to stare at the myriad of strange beings populating the lobby, especially as more of them trickle in by ones, or twos, or even small groups. But gradually it... well, it sort of normalizes. There's only so many times you can be shocked by an elf or a lionman walking through the door in ball wear. Most of them don't seem to be paying the least bit of attention to you, either, which helps... fantasy creatures seem far less intimidating and far more normal when they're just standing around politely chatting, drinking, and smoking like people at a dinner party. Eventually you make your way to the bar, figuring that if any place isn't going to bother to check ID, it's here. The man behind the bar does look human, and is in a tuxedo, though you notice a slender silver choker around his neck with faintly-glowing blue runes. "What can I get you?" he asks as you rest your hands on the edge of the bar.\n\n"Ah..." You look over the racks of bottles, some of which are familiar, others not so much, and others looking more like large potions than anything. There are also cabinets of wine, and boxes that you suppose are cigars and cigarettes. At a bit of a loss, you shrug and ask, easily enough, "What do you recommend?"\n\nHe considers you, including glancing at your collar. "First time?" At your nod, he turns and makes his way over to one of the cabinets, opening it up and plucking out a small silver case. Walking back over, he opens it up to reveal two rows of about a dozen in total cigarettes, filterless ones at that... actually it takes you a moment to realize they seem to be hand-rolled, considering their perfect uniformity and shape. "Dragonleaf soaked in blueberry juice. Even if you're not a smoker, I think you'll find these pleasant."\n\nWell, what the hell. "That sounds cool, thanks."\n\n"Allow me to get a complimentary lighter to go with them, miss, one moment," he says, turning and rounding the corner and briefly disappearing from sight.\n\n"Ohhhh, an unattended human!"\n\nBlinking at the sound of a rich, but somewhat odd voice, you turn slightly and twist your head to see that the satyr is now standing a handful of feet behind you. You realize that a bit of slick pink is poking out of that sheath, the reason fairly obvious as he leers at your skirted ass.\n\n"Bend over and hold on to the bar for me, human, I want to try out your ass," he declares cheerfully, reaching down to rub at his furry balls as a bit more of his inhuman cock slips out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Better do it.|GGAerin]]\n\n[[Chew him out.|GGAerin]]\n\n[[Be calm about it.|GGAerin1x5]]

Though you feel a brief flare of anger at the imperiousness of his demand, you haul back on it. This place obviously has its own rules and etiquette, and you need to abide by them... while making sure others who interact with you do as well. Calmly picking up one of the cigarettes and holding it between your fingers, you turn towards him, brushing back your hair as you do to make sure that your collar is fully visible. "Beg pardon?" you say evenly.\n\nHis dark eyes blink once, and immediately the leer disappears, replaced with an expression of contrition. "No, it's I who must beg your pardon, young miss," he says with apparent sincerity, bringing a hand up to touch his chest, even as his cock slides back into its sheath fully. "I have most awfully overstepped my bounds, I hope you'll forgive me."\n\nDeciding it's probably best not to push your luck, you give a nod. "You couldn't see the collar, mistakes happen."\n\n"Still, I should have at least considered. At the very least, allow me to light that for you." He produces a match from one of his pockets, and with another mental 'what the hell' you put the cigarette between your lips and lean forward to let him strike the match with a flick of his thumb and offer it to you. You inhale lightly, and are surprised by just how smoothly the smoke starts flowing into your mouth and down your throat. You'd have expected to cough violently like most people do with their first cigarette, but this... it's more like the memory of liquid flowing down your throat even as it's happening, with a taste like blueberries and... cherrywood? You can't help but stare a little bit at it as you bring it from your lips and exhale a fine, faintly blue cloud of smoke. Hearing a light chuckle from ahead of you, you notice the satyr giving you a much more cordial smile. "First time?"\n\n"Ah, yeah," you admit. You glance aside and offer a soft 'thank you' as the bartender returns and sets a small silver lighter next to the case, then look back to the faun. "First for a lot of things, really."\n\n"Here with your owner?" he asks, gesturing to one of the seats at the bar as he takes one.\n\n"Yes," you reply, trying not to stumble over the fact that you suppose Aerin does now own you, to all appearances... and perhaps more than appearances, you have to admit, as you accept the seat. "Aerin and I are here to sell a girl I, ah, acquired."\n\n"Oh, very nice, very nice, I'm acquainted with your owner, she's quite the lady. My name is Malyx, and ah, this is one of my wives, Hhlahnha," he adds as the water-clad nymph drifts over, giving you a smile and a nod but staying standing behind her owner's seat.\n\n"Cyan." You take another pull on the cigarette, finding the second one as enjoyable as the first. You glance down at the case and lighter next to it. Do you seriously get to keep these? Sweet. ... You're going to have to figure out where to put them, though, the hidden pocket at your hip only has room for your cellphone. Still, you find yourself having a surprisingly agreeable chat with a satyr as you smoke and he drinks, certainly not a phrase you thought you'd be thinking at any point when you got up this morning. Even though the two of you obviously don't have a lot in common, he seems to be one of those people that's just easy to talk to... even if he does have a knack for steering the conversation in lewd directions. Of course you find yourself relaxed and comfortable enough with following him down such paths, even with discussing your particular brand of dominating Karen. You wonder if that's the effect of the 'Dragonleaf'? You don't feel... altered, really, just relaxed and perhaps more confident because of it.\n\n"Malyx," you hear Aerin say breezily before you can see her, the purple-scaled woman gliding in from the side and slipping her arm around your middle.\n\n"Ah, Aerin, good to see you," the satyr answers easily, before pulling a somewhat exaggerated pout. "I am deathly afraid I made a bit of a fool with myself regarding your slave here, making demands of her before I realized she was owned. I do hope if I can make up for that somehow, you'll let me know."\n\n"Mmm, you could always sell me Kik'pah, like I've been bugging you to for the last two decades," Aerin coos, leaning forward a bit and spreading her wings slightly, just narrowly missing your head.\n\nMalyx opens his mouth as if to offer an immediate denial, then closes it. Finally he tilts his head a bit. "Tell you what, Sunday brunch and we'll discuss it."\n\n"Have your sprite circle my sprite, we'll set it up," Aerin answers agreeably as Malyx gets up from his chair, the two of them making polite partings, with you joining in before the satyr and his slave depart. Almost immediately Aerin's leaning in towards you, one of her sleek, slick-scaled hands cupping around the front of your throat and along your jaw, making you shiver as she leans in and inhales deeply in your hair. "Mmmm, you smell so fucking amazing, cute stuff," she almost moans, before covering your mouth with hers. Feeling helpless in a way you never knew could be such a turn-on, you part your lips at the feel of her long, slender tongue pressing into your mouth, practically coiling around your own tongue and stroking it. She makes a very soft, but very low sound against your lips, and realizing that it really is a moan makes you tremble, your tights clinging against your pussy as it moistens. (Okay, maybe you should have gone ahead and worn panties after all.)\n\nYou're fighting not to pant once she actually breaks the kiss, her hand lowering to rest on one of your thighs instead, golden eyes glowing with a fresh kind of heat as she gazes into yours. "Dragonleaf?" At your somewhat numb nod, she smirks. "... Develop a habit. Consider that your very first order." Her hand squeezes lightly on your thigh, making you shiver, before she says, "Not long now before the auction. You ready to go sit down?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You're ready to go sit down.|GGAerin]]\n\n[[You're ready for her to fuck your brains out.|GGAerin]]

"It's not that great an idea, but what about repurposed Halloween candy?" you suggest, holding up a finger, your nose twitching and one ear giving a flick. ... This is taking some getting used to. "Even if we can't disguise it as Easter candy, 'leftover Halloween candy' is still better than nothing!"\n\nAll the bunnies exchange a nervous look, before Bruno says, "B-but Boss, that would mean dealing with... the Pumpkin King." He almost whispers the last words, a shiver passing through all the bunnies and causing their fur to puff out some. \n\n"It's fine, I'll manage it," you declare, waving off their concerns. Hey, maybe you'll get to meet Jack Skellington or something! "Just show me how to set up a meeting."\n\n"You'll have to go to Halloween Town. This classifies as a holiday emergency, so you can use the quick travel methods. This way," Bruno says, hopping off and leaving you to bound after him. He heads for the edge of town, towards an area with a white picket fence around it and a number of stone easter eggs... wait, are those gravestones?! You notice one even seems rather fresh. ... Oh, right. You're starting to feel some of that nervousness as Bruno makes his way towards another grave... an open one, a pastel-decorated coffin resting in the bottom of it, gaping open. "Here it is."\n\n"... S-seriously? This is how I get to Halloween Town?" you ask, your voice starting to tremble a little. "Isn't there another way?"\n\n"There's the long way, but you might not even get there and back before Easter. This is definitely the only way that can handle this crisis in time," Bruno asserts.\n\nYou swallow hard, but after a bit more hesitation nod and rather reluctantly climb down into the grave. You ease yourself down to lay in the coffin, suppressing a squeak of fear as the lid swings closed of its own accord and shuts you into complete darkness. You lay there with your heart hammering, wondering if that old claim that rabbits can die of fright applies to you now. After a minute or two of nothing happening, you start to say aloud, "So do I just open the lid and I'm there, or...?"\n\nAs if in answer, the solid ground beneath the coffin apparently disappears by the way it suddenly drops. You're left screaming in the darkness as you can feel the coffin falling, before striking something and jostling you hard. You're left lurching back and forth against the walls of your little tomb as it apparently slaloms along some sort of slope or slide, twisting and turning and leaving you breathless from all your howling in terror. \n\nThere's suddenly a brief sense of weightlessness as the coffin apparently flies through the air again, before crashing down at an angle, the lid popping open and sending you tumbling out over dark, uneven cobblestones. Dizzy and disoriented, you quickly scramble to your feet and look around at the dark, foreboding street you've been ejected onto. If you were expecting the twisted geometry and spirals of Tim Burton's preferred aesthetic, you're certainly not seeing it here. These buildings are classically creepy, and though their geometry seems vaguely... wrong, the twisting is subtle, seeing them loom over you like monsters slowly easing out of the shadows to grab you, the cold breeze blowing rustling trees and bushes to give them a faint sense of motion.\n\nYou jerk your head back and forth as you hear soft, almost insane cackling as well as other, equally disturbing sounds from various shadows and alleys... heavy breathing, claws on stone, cracking things. Then you whirl around as the very cobblestones split open, pushed apart by the rising of a large jack-o-lantern with nothing but flickering flames inside, followed by a long, thin body wrapped in a suit. You don't see bones, but instead what look like sticks, or maybe thick vines of some sort, with little curls of green poking out here and there amidst sleeves and lapels. The tall, pumpkin-headed figure curls its scratchy-looking, vine-like fingers in an exaggerated motion as if pondering pouncing on a particularly delicious meal as it leans in towards you, its carved smile growing wider, and then moving with its words, somehow both booming and a hissing whisper.\n\n"And who are you, hmmmm?" Little flickers of the flames inside the pumpkin flash past the carved mouth with every word, leaving scorch marks on the gourd's flesh that almost immediately disappear.\n\n"Ea-... Ea-... Easter Bunny," you manage to stammer out, feeling your whole body trembling.\n\n"Ohhh? Are you now?" The Pumpkin King seems amused, his carved gourd of a head tilting back and forth on the extended vine of his neck, which grows further and twists through the air as he looks at you from more angles. "Or are you merely a scared little girl in a vest, hmmmm?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... Easter Bunny."|HEaster]]\n\n[[External screaming intensifies, forever.|HEaster]]

You give a sniffle, tears still streaming down your cheeks and streaking through the dust on them as your owner drives his cock into your ass, driving you forward against the crate he's got you bent over. The piglike demon's bloated, wrinkled sack slaps against your dangling, limp cock and balls as you stare off into the night across the Hellscape, not particularly seeing it.\n\n"Oy, 'e ain't cried proper in a week, 'e 'asn't!" your owner grunts as he thrusts forward and begins spilling his load into you. "Right shame it is, always got me a little extra twitchy it did. 'Ere boys, may as well 'ave a quick go and toss him back in if 'e ain't gonna be proper fun!"\n\nLaughing and chortling, the rest of the slaver company steps up to take their turns, pumping away at you and using you as a cumdump one by one. Apparently an untransformed human is enough of a rarity that they'd all rather make use of you for the night's release even if you're not "fun" anymore. Once the last of the six is done, he grabs you by your iron collar and lifts you into the air, briefly choking you before you're tossed back into the large cage cart with the other slaves. The lesser demons all scoot away from you a bit, huddling on the other side of the cage... although they're no doubt grateful that you're getting fucked more often in their stead, the leader of the company made it clear what would happen to any of them that "contaminated" his prize acquisition somehow.\n\n"Prolly for th' best, boss, you wuz gettin' a mite attached, thought ye'd never start lookin' for a buyer for serious."\n\n"Aye, aye, might be I was," the leader grunts in an almost reminiscing tone, before he snorts. "Well, no need to worry, we'll get 'im sold good as anythin' now."\n\n"'Ow 'bout ol' Lord Grimmari, boss? 'Im what does those big sacrifice festives every five 'undred marks?"\n\n"Ah, right you are, bucko me lad. Bet ol' Grimmari'd pay a pretty price to 'ave a jin-yoo-wine human to cut th' 'eart out of on 'is big ol' pyramid 'e would!"\n\nYou can't help it, you start laughing quietly. The pig demons don't seem to notice, and your cagemates all just stare at you and then edge even further away. Cut your heart out, huh? Well, Lord Grimmari's going to find he's been cheated.\n\nYour heart's been gone for awhile now.\n\n<b>Jamie and Mallory</b> end - <i>The price of distrust</i>\n\n

Obviously the best way to discover more about the nature of this party is... to crash it! Now, normally crashing one of your parents' parties would create several insurmountable hurdles... with the most obvious being that your parents kind of know who you are and it's not like the house is <i>that</i> big they would definitely spot you at some point if you tried to just mingle in with the other party guests or peek from the corner.\n\nBut! It would appear this particular party is going to be a masked one, which offers you the perfect opportunity. You've been putting together a Fire Keeper cosplay, with the main focus being a mask you've been 3D printing at the library piece by piece... you had general plans of getting one of those super cheapy 'VR' visors that just holds a cell phone and using the parts inside so that you could actually have the front look solid, but it's not really ready for that. Still, it's complete enough that it should cover most of your face, and you can slot some tinted lenses from a pair of dollar store sunglasses into the currently visible eyeholes hide your eyes a bit further. Just as importantly, you already found the appropriate wig (platinum blonde with a braid) that looks realistic enough that, if you apply it well, should completely cover your own hair and look close enough to natural that no one will squint too hard at you. Your parents haven't seen any of this stuff since you ordered it online.\n\nHm. The rest of it's more difficult. If it's fancy dress or costume you can just wear the somewhat clingy black dress you ordered to go with the rest of the Fire Keeper outfit. Other stuff... hm, well, you'll work something out, you can always dig something out of the closet you haven't worn in a good long time and mix it up to make the attempt. You'll figure it out when the time comes. Mostly you make your plans for getting back into the house and creating an alibi, the latter being the easy part and the former requiring more cunning. Maybe you go a little overboard with it, in fact, but as established you were bored out of your mind and this is turning out to be surprisingly fun.\n\nEarly Saturday evening you depart, supposedly for your friend Leslie's, but actually you duck around and find a good hiding spot that still has a decent view of the front of the house. Stage one of the plan, wait for people to arrive so that you'll have someone to mingle with when you get there. Also so that you can hopefully get a bead on what they're wearing so that you can adjust or abandon the plan accordingly.\n\nUnfortunately as cars begin to arrive and line the street, and people get out, you're left frowning. They're all in masks, alright, mostly masks that just cover the upper face but there's a decent variety of other sorts too, but all of them also seem to be wearing long coats... overcoats, trenchcoats, even rain slickers, to hide what they're wearing beneath. Something is starting to click in the back of your mind, but the front of your mind really isn't ready to acknowledge it yet so you brush it off. No, you'll push ahead for now, if anything your curiosity is even greater! You wait until there's a decent lull in new arrivals before scurrying back across to your house and around to the window under your room. You'd earlier found a ribbon that fairly closely matched the color of the paint, and now you give it a yank to send the rope ladder you put together tumbling down. It's not the greatest craftsmanship but it really only needs to work once, you think a bit smugly as you clamber up, opening up your unlocked window and dropping in infiltrating spy style before hurriedly pulling the rope ladder in after yourself and closing the window.\n\nYou may have been humming the Mission Impossible theme the entire time. It's okay.\n\nAnyway, once you're in your room, on to step three of your plan! You think you're on step three. Actually you guess this is step 2-A because you weren't able to figure out what to wear from the arriving guests. But! You have taken precautions for this! A single webcam hidden downstairs will give you a glimpse into the actual living room where everyone will be mingling, among other places, so you just have to go on your computer to access it and see if you have anything that you can wear to blend in.\n\nWhich, as it turns out, is 'nothing'.\n\n'That is a lot of naked people,' you think a little numbly, staring at the screen. Of course you feel a bit of an idiot for not piecing it together before now, but everything just clicks now that you've seen it. Those are definitely a bunch of people ranging from probably mid-late twenties to early fifties or so, naked (or mostly, some are wearing accessories or bits of obviously entirely decorative clothing) and masked, and more than a few obviously aroused. It looks like there's a fair bit of chatting, flirting, and fondling going on, and you're pretty sure there's at least one pair already having sex in the corner, despite everyone else looking like they're just starting to get warmed up.\n\n'It's a sex party. My parents are having a sex party,' you think, rubbing your face with both hands. 'O-kaaaay. ... Oh crap they've been having these for years and I've just never realized it, oh my God I'm naive.'\n\n<hr>\n[[Hide out in embarrassment.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Flee in shame.|GGParent16x1]]\n\n[[Infiltrate in defiance!|GGParent15x2]]

"I'd like to, but... maybe it's time for me to go," you say slowly. Despite the expression on the mascot head not changing, you can instantly tell that Harry's disappointed. Maybe it's the way that his foam rubber cock actually droops a little. Trying to appeal to his mascot nature, you add, "I mean, I'm really enjoying this, but I did pay admission for Worldland, and there's a lot more to see."\n\n"Well, it is true that no one should miss out on all Worldland has to offer," Harry says in a resigned tone, slumping his shoulders. "I guess you're right."\n\nYou watch as the mascots start pulling on their outer clothes again, and feel another trickle of slime down your taint and thigh. Blushing, you clear your throat. "Um, is there a place where I could, like... get cleaned up?"\n\n"Sure, buddy!" Herschel exclaims. He points in the direction that would be further down the hall. "Just head a bit further on down! Can't miss it!"\n\n"Thanks," you call as he and Harry trundle back out. You let out a breath, wondering how many moms and dads know that the family-friendly horse mascots trotting around the park are hung and like to pound fifteen-year-old boys up the ass? Well, you enjoyed yourself at least.\n\nYou eye your jeans and underwear for a moment. They're not terrible clean as it is, and if that sticky stuff Herschel pumped into your ass is anything like the toy goop you compared it to, it could finish the job of ruining them. What should you do?\n\n<hr>\n[[The mascots are all probably out in the park right now, no one will see anyway.|HaroldHorse9x2]]\n\n[[Hey, better safe than streaking.|HaroldHorse10x1]]

You make the changes, and grin as Shampoo's chest subtly but visibly enlarges and the pants part of her outfit disappears, leaving just the front and back flaps of her top to cover her (and with those coming only about a half inch below her hips). As you release the stasis, her smile turns a bit more sultry, red-purple eyes glimmering warmly as she sashays over towards you. "Is nice you come and visit, Shampoo getting a bit lonely," she purrs, winking at you as she comes to stand in front of you. "Shampoo get you anything?"\n\nYou can't help but grin at the change, interested to see what her reaction will be to certain requests. Shampoo already wasn't the most inhibited sort. "Yeah, how about a blowjob, Shamps?"\n\n"Hmmm." She puts a fingertip to her lower lip and glances briefly at the door. "Well, not really open for lunch for a little bit, so okay." Without another moment's hesitation she squats down, knees swinging apart as she balances on the balls of her feet, the bottom flaps of her qipao riding up to bare sleek, snug, and rather scanty purple panties hugging her pussy. You stare down at her as she reaches forward to pull the front of your pants down, your already half-hard cock flopping free. Shampoo gives a little coo as she wraps a hand around it and strokes, glancing up at you with a sultry smile. "Is such a nice one, Shampoo would love to suck on this any time."\n\nPutting action to word, she leans forward and gives a sweet little kiss to the very tip of your cock before slipping the head between her lips, eyes sinking closed as she starts sucking lightly and rolling her tongue around it. You moan as she slurps and sucks softly on you, drawing her soft lips back about halfway along the head before sliding forward and taking an inch of your shaft into her mouth as well. You glance around at the empty restaurant briefly, knowing that no one's around... but the door is unlocked, and this is an entirely public place. And yet there she is, showing off her pantied pussy as she sucks your cock without a care in the world... in fact to judge from the way she's moaning softly around it, she's enjoying every moment of sucking you off on the seating floor of her restaurant.\n\nAfter working her way about halfway down your cock, Shampoo pulls back, letting your slick cock slide along her cheek and brush her soft purple hair as she leans in. Her eyes open and roll up to look at you again as she starts licking at your sack, sucking bits of the skin into her mouth as she flicks her tongue over the heavy orbs inside. Then she slides her tongue back up the length of your cock and slips her mouth back over it all the way back to the halfway point, then more slowly pushes all the way forward, her slender throat bulging a bit to show the progress of your shaft down it. You let out a breathless "Fuck!" as she presses her pretty lips around the root of your prick, and she seems to take that as a hint that you're close. Pulling back, she keeps just the head in her mouth, using one hand to pump your shaft and the other to fondle your balls, gently rolling them around in her palm.\n\nYou let out another "Fuck!" before you start spilling into her mouth. Shampoo gives a happy little noise low in her throat as she swallows every drop. She sucks on you gently once you've shot the last of your load, keeping her lips tight as she sucks her way off of the tip, apparently wanting to make sure she doesn't leave any smears before she pulls back, cheerfully tugging your pants back up into place as she stands. "There you go! Now, Shampoo need to get ready for lunch rush, okay?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her.|RanPP4x6]]\n\n[[Convince her to keep it closed and fuck you instead.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Convince her to put herself on the menu.|RanPP]]

"I'll go see Shampoo, so you go see Ukyo," you decide after considering for a moment. Purple hair and bigger boobs are kind of hard to turn down.\n\n"Sure thing, buddy! I'll seeya later!" Ranma gives you a thumbs-up, then trots into Ucchan's, his thoughts no doubt full of free okonomiyaki. \n\nYou touch the amulet around your neck, noticing the slight change as the world around you freezes, and a menu with a list of character names pops up. You select Ranma and Ukyo, spending a minute doing a little tweaking here and there, until you're fairly certain Ukyo will ask Ranma to go upstairs and spend the rest of the day fucking, and that he'll accept. You are like, the best wingman ever. You also select Mousse and Cologne and find a switch for 'Disable', which seems to remove them from the simulation temporarily to judge by the way their names go greyed-out on the list. Perfect, no getting interrupted. You consider Shampoo's name on the list, but decide to wait until you're actually in there with her to decide what changes to make.\n\nUnfreezing things, you stroll on into the Nekohanten, the restaurant dotted with tables, though there's a decent open area in the middle (presumably for all the jumping around and inevitable martial arts battles that occur). Shampoo is currently standing near the little bar-type area wiping down the glossy wood top with a cloth. Her long purple hair sways as she hums to herself and shakes her rather enticing butt and hips, the Chinese girl currently wearing pinkish-red Chinese clothes, a three-quarters-sleeved top and pants, as well as slippers. She glances over as you enter, then turns around, giving you a smile and raising a hand. "Hello, husband's cousin!"\n\nShe freezes in place as you touch the amulet. Hm, what to alter her to? Or, you suppose, do you alter her at all? You suppose it's not entirely necessary to do so. Still, if you do, one of the first things that's got to go is her fixation on Ranma, since that would sort of hold back any fun. \n\n<hr>\nRamp up her libido, lower her shame, generalize her eagerness to please. ("[[Slut Shampoo|RanPP4x5]]")\n\nNear-max her libido, nearly remove her shame, minimize self-respect. ("[[Nymphomaniac Shampoo|RanPP]]")\n\nMax her libido, remove her shame, minimize her intellect. ("[[Fuck-animal Shampoo|RanPP]]")\n\nDon't alter her. ("[[Just Shampoo.|RanPP]]")

"Well, better take 'em off and let me hold 'em so they don't get too much wetter," you reply, managing to keep a straight face as you say it.\n\n"Oh, that good idea," Shampoo agrees, quickly hooking her thumbs into the high, thin straps and peeling them down over the broad curve of her hips, slipping them down her legs and bending over to step out of them. Every eye in the restaurant is on her bare pussy shaking back and forth as she lifts her slippered feet out through the panties and passes them to you, the qipao falling back into place as she skips off back to attend to the rest of the customers.\n\nOf course, after that the feeling her up only gets more brazen. Almost everyone focuses on rubbing her bare pussy when she passes or reaching up to squeeze her tits when she stops at a table, pinching her stiff nipples through the silk. And Shampoo still isn't stopping them, instead moaning and wriggling around, if anything encouraging them by telling them how much she enjoys their fingers swirling around inside her pussy while she's refilling drinks.\n\nIt was probably easy enough to predict what would happen. Eventually one of the customers gets so worked up that he leaps from the booth he's sitting in and quickly bends Shampoo over it. He fumbles out his cock and, as if he'd die if he waited a single second, thrusts deep into her sodden bare pussy. There's another of those brief breath-holding moments as everyone wonders if someone's finally gone too far, but it's quickly let out as Shampoo instead starts moaning and bucking her hips eagerly, begging for more like the slut you've turned her into as the horny teenager pounds into her from behind, his hips slapping against her ass hard enough to send ripples through it.\n\nIt doesn't take him long to moan and thrust forward, spurting into Shampoo's pussy, but by then most of the other men have already started moving forward and stripping off bits of clothing or even getting naked. The first two on Shampoo as she straightens up and turns around are a pair of the middle-aged sararimen, pressing up against her sides and fondling at her tits as she moans and wriggles, the first boy's cum dribbling down her thighs. She turns her head to suck on the tongue of one of the older men, kissing him in practically pornographic fashion as the other undoes her qipao, then turning to kiss the other one as the first turns his attention to pulling the garment off, leaving her standing naked in the middle of the restaurant. Both spend a few more moments taking turns at tongue-fucking her mouth while their eager hands squeeze at her tits and ass, before finally they turn her and pull her forward, one stuffing himself into her pussy while the other pushes his cock into her mouth and down her throat. Shampoo moans eagerly and looks up at the one stuffing her throat as they both start fucking her, one of them squeezing her ass until his wedding ring indents the firm flesh, her bare tits swaying heavily underneath her.\n\nYou tug your pants down and fish out your own stiff cock as you watch the building gangbang really get going. For the first few rounds the men are content to leave her bent over where she is, stepping in either behind her or in front of her to fuck her pussy or mouth. In the midst of one of them you hear Shampoo give a happy, if cock-muffled, squeal as the pudgy married man behind her, apparently deciding her pussy is too thoroughly-used at this point, pulls out and stuffs his thick sarariman prick up her ass instead. But eventually the purple-haired girl is pulled down onto the floor to straddle one of the teens, his cock sliding into her pussy, another pressing in behind her to fuck her ass. Shampoo eagerly wraps her lips around the cock of a sarariman, sucking and slurping at him as she looks up at all the naked, horny men looming over her, reaching up to grab two free cocks and eagerly stroking them off.\n\nBut eventually even that position isn't enough to satisfy them. She's pulled up and turned around, and this time it's her ass pushed onto the cock of the man below, while the one moving between her legs pumps into her cum-slathered cunt. A teen grabs the sides of her head and starts fucking her mouth, his balls slapping against her face, while a sarariman straddles her chest and presses her big, fat tits around his cock, his own balls slapping against his collarbone as he fucks her tits, which are soon spattered with cum from the cocks she's stroking off against them.\n\nWhat a scene you've made! Looks like a lot of fun, really...\n\n<hr>\n[[Join in.|RanPP4x8]]\n\n[[Keep watching.|RanPP]]

You start to open your mouth to suggest something else, then close it. Actually, you're sort of curious what will happen with her altered personality and a roomful of people. Starting to grin at the thought, you nod. "Okay, sure. Could I get a bowl of ramen when you've got time?"\n\n"Well, since Eric was nice enough to let Shampoo suck his cock, Shampoo doesn't see why not," the Chinese girl chirps happily, flouncing off towards the kitchen while you settle down at one of the tables with a good view of the rest of the restaurant.\n\nSoon people start to trickle in, either singly or in large groups, finding seats at the bar or tables. Shampoo is quite busy since she's the only one around today... you feel a little guilty since you're the one who disabled her help, but she seems to be managing anyway. And it doesn't take too long before the customers... mostly boys within a few years of your own age, though there's a handful of older sarariman-types as well... start noticing that Shampoo's even more cheerful and flirty than usual. The very fact that she seems to be <i>deliberately</i> flirting is causing a lot of blushing and staring. The fact that they seem to be allowed to stare all they like without getting reprimanded eventually starts getting noticed too.\n\nAbout half an hour in, perhaps spurred on by dares from his tablemates, one of the boys reaches out and gives Shampoo's ass a quick squeeze while she's standing by their table refilling their water cups. For an instant the entire Nekohanten crowd seems to hold its breath, waiting for the impending storm of violence and the departure of a young soul from this world. ... Instead Shampoo giggles a bit and gives her hips a shimmy, bouncing along to the next table to do refills while everyone stares.\n\nAfter that, more hands reach out to sneak grabs or pinches of Shampoo's ass, some even going for the more blatant grip of sliding under the flap of her qipao to squeeze her practically bare asscheeks. When Shampoo just continues to smile or giggle or even moan at those gropes, the boys and men start getting even more blatant, running their hands over her inner thighs or up to her crotch to rub over those sleek purple panties, making Shampoo wiggle her hips and coo softly, fingers pressing the material of her panties between her pussylips as she sets down drinks, or hands coming up to squeeze and knead at her dangling tits through the thin silk of her qipao as she leans forward to take ramen orders.\n\nEventually she trots back over to you to bring you another bowl of ramen, and you grin at her. "So, having a good day?"\n\n"Oh, is very busy, but Shampoo glad everyone in such a good mood!" she chirps back. "Is only one problem, though," she adds.\n\n"What's that?"\n\nShampoo lifts up the front flap of her qipao, showing that the satin of her panties has become soaked and is clinging to her pussy, clearly outlining the pudgy lips and even the stiff nub of her clit. "Shampoo's panties getting all messed up," she says with a sigh. "Shampoo just enjoying the attention too much!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Better take 'em off then.|RanPP4x7]]\n\n[[Only a little while until things calm down, right?|RanPP]]

"Let's get out of here, see if we can find something to do," you suggest, tilting your head towards the door. "Maybe a cute girl or something, eh?" you add, smirking.\n\n"Well, if you say so, though man if girls aren't usually nothin' but trouble," he adds in a bit of a mutter, even as he hops to his feet. "But yeah let's get the heck out of here before Akane finds an excuse to smack me one today."\n\nThe two of you wander out into the hall and down the stairs, heading in the general direction of the street. "Where should we go, y'think?" you ask, glancing over.\n\n"Well if you really wanna see cute girls the best place to go is over to where [[Ucchan's and the Nekohanten|RanPP4x2]] are," he points out. "Or we could [[head to Furinkan High|RanPP]] and see if any girls are hanging out there. ... I guess if you were reeeally desperate for a cute girl we could [[go to the Kuno place|RanPP]] and see Kodachi," he adds with a wince, before shrugging. "Or just [[wander around town|RanPP]] and see who we run into."\n\nYou nod along with that, then grin a little as you realize at least one cute girl he left out. You're pretty sure [[Ranma's mom|RanPP]] lives across town...

"Tell you what man, let's split up," you suggest, clapping him on the shoulder. "I'll go see one, you go see the other. That way we can keep them both busy and it won't cause any drama."\n\n"Whoa, hey, good thinking," Ranma replies, nodding eagerly. "Now that you mention it, one always does seem to come rushing in right when things are going okay with the other, maybe we can head that off."\n\nYou consider complimenting Ranma on good wingman thinking, but figure he probably wouldn't entirely get it. Instead you nod, "Yeah, just don't mention that the other girl is being occupied either, too."\n\n"..." Ranma has a look of enlightenment come over his face and thumps a fist against his palm. How did he ever survive without you? (Anime physiology, that's how he survived.) "Okay, got it. So which girl are you gonna go see?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Ukyo.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Shampoo.|RanPP4x4]]

"Let's head over to restaurant row," you decide. Ukyo and Shampoo are both pretty cute, right?\n\n"Sure!" Ranma agrees, likely thinking more about the food than the girls, but then you didn't really mess with his libido before, did you? Hm, a thought for the future, depending.\n\nSoon the two of you are standing on the sidewalk outside of the two restaurants... like, literally between them, as whoever did this simulation apparently decided it would be funny to have the two most intense rivals of the series practically share a wall. You have to wonder if some interesting arguments take place between those upstairs windows. \n\n"So which one we heading into, man?" Ranma asks, glancing over at you.\n\nHm. A good question. At this proximity any particularly interesting stuff in one restaurant is likely to attract the other girl over to see what's going on... you could fix that, of course, but it would kind of put a slight damper on things. You suppose that you could go see one girl, and send Ranma to occupy the other, that way you could get one of them to yourself for sure.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stick together.|RanPP12x1]]\n\n[[Divide and conquer.|RanPP4x3]]

Skooma

You're kind of concerned about this cat, it sounds like the owner is at the end of their rope. You don't want it to wind up in some run-down shelter, or worse. Or for the human to have a nervous breakdown, that would also be bad. As to your parents giving you permission to have a cat... ... well, if you show up with the cat and everything you need to take care of it and explain that this was a humanitarian decision, you're sure you can swing it. (Forgiveness, permission, etc.) Taking a shower and putting on some clean clothes, since you want to make it clear you're 'a good home', you make the call. "Hi, my name's Cyan, I'm calling about your ad on Devilist, about the cat?"\n\n"Oh thank the stars," the woman who answered says with a relieved sigh. "I thought no one would ever be interested."\n\n"Yeah, you uh, you kinda did make him sound like... a handful," you note, glancing at the ad on your screen.\n\n"I believe in being honest. He's not bad, really... quite. Just naughty, for the most part." She huffs again, then says, "Listen, why don't you come over so you can have a look at him and I can have a look at you, and if everything seems alright you can take him home today."\n\nYou head out, the address being only a few blocks away. The house is very... quaint, in that it seems like a somewhat older style than the ones around it and has a faint air of 'storybook village' hovering around. Instead of pink lawn flamingos it has pink fake lollipops in the yard. (Well, you assume they're fake.) You head up the walk and knock on the door, then stare as it opens and you're face-to-boobs with a truly impressive rack. You actually have to take a half-step back to get more of the picture... the woman seems a bit older then your mother, wearing a very tight black dress that covers her from the top of her neck down to her ankles... it's loose around the lower arms and the legs, but extremely tight around her chest and midriff. She has long, thick blonde hair and purple eyes, which have slight bags under them.\n\n"Thank goodness you're here. Ah, excuse me. My name's Andy," she says, offering you her hand.\n\n"Cyan," you reiterate, taking the hand and giving it a shake.\n\n"Please come in, Cyan." She steps back and gestures you inside. The entryway and living room within both have that same look like someone was a little too into the setting houses at a theme park, or a Disney animated version of a house. Still, it seems pleasant and comfortable enough. As you're hanging around near the doorway, in that sort of awkward 'you haven't asked me to sit' area that people get stuck in when visiting a stranger's home, Andy turns and raises her voice, hands resting on her generous hips. "Puck! Puck, you may as well come out! This is the girl who's likely going to be adopting you!"\n\nYou find it a little weird someone would bother calling a cat... which is why it's also slightly weird when part of the shadow behind a dresser detaches and comes sliding out, resolving into a very, very black cat with sleepy yellow eyes. It gives a trademark feline fliptop head yawn as it prowls forward, tail flitting back and forth as if to emphasize it was taking its own sweet time about coming out, and only because it felt like it.\n\n"I kind of think you were asking for it, naming him 'Puck'," you note, squatting down close to him and grinning, giving your fingers a wiggle... then squeaking in surprise, and a second later delight, as he goes leaping up to meet you, settling in against your chest as you reflexively put your arms around him, his body thrumming with a purr as he starts rubbing his head against your neck. "Eeeee," you squee softly. He's so soft! \n\n"He came with the name, but it should have been an omen, yes," Andy says in a tired tone. "He's quite the charmer, too, as you can see. When he wants to be. I do think he could be quite the wonderful companion for someone with more time and fewer delicate necessities around their home. What do you say, will you take him?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|GGDL]]\n\n[[No.|GGDL]]

You wait a little while of course, this isn't exactly something you want a lot of other people overhearing. But once you're out of view of the city, you nudge your horse forward, a bit surprised at just how easy it is. (Oh yeah, you're a dex build, and you always make sure to put at least a couple of 'spare' points into Ride.) "Hey, Astoriel?" you ask as you bring your steed up beside hers.\n\n"Yes?" she asks, looking over and giving you a polite smile.\n\n"There's something I probably ought to tell you," you begin. She seems pretty mature and experienced, though, hell, for all you know she's heard of this happening before.\n\n"I've never heard of such a thing happening before," she says with a light frown a few minutes later after you've finished explaining. Fuck. "Being transported into another world? As a... 'character' you yourself were daydreaming about at the time? There are of course many powerful enchanted tomes in this world, but to do such a thing..."\n\n"It's the truth, though," you assure her, sighing.\n\n"I am not calling you a liar, certainly," she says in a soothing tone. "But this is certainly beyond my expertise." She visibly considers, then nods. "I believe it best that I take you to my home in the Maplegrove. There are a number of experts there that might be able to provide you with answers."\n\n"Er, do you really think that's a good idea?" you ask nervously. "I mean, we kind of have this quest, and-"\n\n"While we are bound into service until the completion of our quest or until our duty has been satisfied, I believe there must be a clear exemption for someone's... extreme circumstances," Astoriel says, with being just precise enough on her use of the term to make you even more nervous. "Since you are not used to this world, or indeed, even the body you currently inhabit, I do not think it would be proper or safe for you to venture into danger with us. We will make a side trip to... escort you to Maplegrove, and perhaps there find an elven mercenary to temporarily take your place. You may, of course, rejoin us if it is determined you cannot be sent back to your own world but that you are fit for combat."\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. Fine.|GGWar]]\n\n[[No way!|GGWar2x2]]

You stand up and start to step forward towards the crowd, only to pause. Wait, doesn't this character have the same curse that Ranma does?\n\nSo, you suppose there's more than one way you could join in on this fun...\n\n<hr>\n[[As a guy.|RanPP]]\n\n[[As a girl.|RanPP]]

Oh why not? All the trespassing and mischief the two of you have perpetrated tonight has been a blast, and Hera hasn't given any indication of doing something permanent or destructive like smashing headstones. Grinning, you nod. "Let's do it."\n\nLaughing delightedly, Hera gives a particularly nimble leap upward and hauls herself with surprising ease onto the ledge, reaching down to offer you a hand. With her help you get up onto the ledge as well, both of you carefully stepping over the iron spikes before leaping down on the other side of the wall, rolling with the impact. Luckily it looks like there's no graves close enough to the wall for you to go rolling over them in the process, the two of you proceeding into the moonlit cemetery with quieted footfalls.\n\n"There's a particular grave you've got to see," Hera whispers to you. "It's a local legend and everyone usually gets around to seeing it at some point, usually on Halloween. But I think this is a much better way to see it... alone, at the Witching Hour," she declares with whispered excitement, reaching back to grab your hand and lead you along. Your own blood is still pumping hard, making your body feel hot and flushed, so her calm hand feels nice and cool as she shows you the way.\n\nIt's pretty easy to see which one she must mean as you get closer. It's a large statue on a pedestal, but unlike the typical angels and saints, this one is obviously of a demon. A large one with goat's legs and horns and wide-spread wings, even holding a pitchfork in one hand. You blush a bit more as you realize it's also got a very large, erect cock jutting from its crotch, a fairly equinoid one complete with heavy balls sculpted to be covered in stone fur. Hera leads you right up to the edge of the grave and then nudges you forward a bit, slipping in close behind you to whisper in your ear.\n\n"They say this is the grave of a witch who wedded herself to Satan," she murmurs, making you shiver a little both at the words and her closeness. "Her father was an important man in this town, and even after she was convicted and beheaded, he demanded they bury her in consecrated ground, even though there was no record she'd repented. The townspeople agreed, but declared that there would be no name, no dates, and that a devil would mark her grave to show where her soul really was."\n\n"It's, ah..." You let your eyes roam over the statue, noting that it's even more sexual close up. The massive, jutting stone penis even has such detailed veins carved across its surface that you wouldn't be surprised to see them throb, and the angle of the tongue lolling from the muzzle of its goatlike head is blatantly suggestive. "It's pretty outrageous to have been done back then."\n\n"Oh, it wasn't always like that." Hera's hands slide off of your shoulders, and it sounds like she's stepped back, but you admit your attention is on the headstone. "At least, according to the legend. It was just a plain, ordinary sort of generic devil with its wings folded around it, so you wouldn't even be able to tell what it was from far off. But when they returned the next morning, it was like that... wings spread, tongue lolled, cock standing proud."\n\nYou let out a soft rush of slightly nervous laughter, feeling a chill run down your spine that only seems to have a little to do with the breeze that flits through the empty graveyard. You look down, actually feeling just a little afraid, before rallying. "Oh, c'mon, this must be new, the soil on the grave still looks fresh."\n\n"That's part of the legend too~," Hera coos. "They say that the witch never really settled peacefully in her grave, so the soil is eternally soft and pliant with nothing growing on it, like it was just dug yesterday."\n\nYou start to say that it must be one of the groundskeepers trying to keep a local tourist attraction alive, when you hear something behind you. Like something dropping to the ground. Blinking, you turn around... and stare. Hera is standing naked in the moonlight, her pale, hairless body almost seeming to glow with it, her stiff nipples a barely perceptible pink cap to her pert breasts, her cleft practically invisible with the way the light washes out her skin. Looking halfway a ghost, she steps forward and slips her arms over your shoulders, leaning in to kiss you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiss back.|GwynVamp1x4]]\n\n[[Push her away.|GwynVamp1bxEnd1]]

The whole reason you came on this date was to cut loose and live a little. Liam basically said that if you followed Hera's lead you'd probably have fun, so... you grin and nod. "Yeah, I wanna. Lead the way!"\n\nDelight flashing across her face, Hera reaches forward to snag your wrist and takes off down the sidewalk at an almost run, making you scramble a bit at first to keep up with her. She rounds several corners until you're a bit away from the more populated little restaurant area where you were, then stops to glance around before making a beeline towards a short row of motorcycles outside of a buffet chain place. She swings astride one and tosses her head. "C'mon, get on!"\n\n"Um." You hesitate only briefly, before shrugging and climbing on behind her, slipping your arms around her middle. "Are we stealing this motorcycle?"\n\n"Bitch we might be!" she calls back with such obvious cheer that it's clear it's not an insult, her fingers flicking over the control panel a few times before the vehicle thrums to life, Hera giving a whoop of laughter as she backs it up and then zips right out of the parking space, narrowly missing several other cars. You cling to her back a bit more, your heart hammering in your chest... and an excited tingle of adrenaline rushing through your veins.\n\nThe two of you don't actually go far on the motorcycle, simply leaving it outside a park that the two of you go running through, Hera laughing and shrieking like a kid who's slipped their parents and you soon joining in as her infectious free spirit latches onto you. Then it's a brief stop inside a convenience store to load up on a bunch of snacks and, at Hera's insistence, a bunch of porno mags. You're still following her lead but more and more you're just enjoying the wild spirit of it as she shows you how to jimmy open a window at the local junior high, the two of you roaming through the darkened school halls and speaking in whispers full of giggles in the dimness. You have 'dinner' in the principal's office, munching on chips and snack cakes while you and Hera browse through the magazines, her brazen and shameless manner about it encouraging you to loosen up, both of you freely commenting on the models you particularly like and your levels of interest in what they're doing ranging from "that must just be uncomfortable" to "daaaaamn". Eventually the two of you go back out another window, having done nothing more damaging than leaving a mess in the principal's office and hiding the porno mags in various places around the school, snickering all the while.\n\nAnd so it goes, the two of you just roaming the mostly empty parts of the nighttime town raising largely innocent Hell, cutting loose and acting like a couple of kids with fake IDs, which in the end you guess you are, but you've never had so much fun actually feeling that way. It feels like you've been going wild with Hera forever, but it's really just about three hours as the two of you stop in front of a long wall with ornate black iron spikes across the top. Hera glances upwards at the moon, still grinning. "Almost midnight," she says happily, before looking at you again, red eyes twinkling. "So. Ever wanted to hang around in a graveyard at midnight?"\n\nYou blink a bit in surprise, looking to the side, and gradually you recognize the wall. You've driven past the local graveyard enough times to recognize it now that Hera's called it out. You guess the wall is just barely short enough that both of you could get over it with a bit of effort. But is it going too far...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Call it a night.|GwynVamp1axEnd1]]\n\n[[Go inside.|GwynVamp1x3]]

An exciting, extroverted goth girl... hm, maybe Liam's right, maybe that's just what you need to get you out of your shell a bit more. 'I think I'd like to meet Hera' you text back.\n\n'okay sure give me a little while to chat her up and I'll drop her your digits'\n\nYou want to stare at the phone waiting, but that's not exactly a calm, composed thing to do, so you force yourself to set it back on its charger pad and go back to the research you were doing on your computer. It's about twenty minutes later when it blips again. You're a little surprised at the different look of the text, it's almost... gothic? Hera must have paid extra for one of those services that makes your texts look extra fancy.\n\n'Hey there, is this Gwyn?'\n\nOh, she's careful with her typing too. Better step it up a notch. 'Yeah this is Gwyn, is this Hera?'\n\n'That's me! Liam said you were looking for a date. Just so happens I'm bored and free this Friday night. You up for it?'\n\nShe's direct, too! But not in a completely overwhelming way, which you find comforting. You start a reply, and pause. Still, gotta try and be at least a little take charge, right? If nothing else just to show you're actually engaging. 'Absolutely. I know a great pizza place near the campus.'\n\n'Not really into pizza. There's a great bar I know of with fantastic burgers, I'll send you the address. See you there at 9:00?'\n\nThat makes you blink for two reasons. First off, if it's a bar, you might be in trouble. ... But it's okay if it's just a restaurant that has a bar in it, right? Plus you don't want to seem lame for worrying to her about being underage. Also isn't nine a little late for a dinner date, even if you are both college students? ... Well, Liam said she was a goth, you guess she must be a night person. 'Yeah that sounds good' you text back.\n\n'Alright, Friday at nine, see you then!'\n\nYou let out a rush of breath. Okay, great, you have a date! ... Switching back to Liam's text window, you type, 'hey can you get me a fake ID before Friday?'\n\n'why would you even ask me something like that?'\n'of course I can'\n\nThe day, or rather the night of your date rolls around, and you stand waiting near the bar with a brand new ID proclaiming you to be twenty-three in your wallet, still warm from the laminating machine (or so it seemed when Liam passed it to you while wishing you good luck). You agonized a little over what to wear... should you go goth for a date with a goth? Ultimately you decided that not only did you not have enough of that sort of clothing, your attempt might come off as condescending or something, so you just went a little ways, picking out a loose black long-sleeved shirt and black jeans, and wearing some slightly spikier earrings than usual.\n\n"Hello~," comes a coo almost directly behind you. It's close enough to make you jump some and whirl around, your heart beating. Standing there is a very pale girl with very dark hair falling down her back. She's tall and slender, with on-the-large-side-of-B-cup breasts and sleek hips. She's wearing very similar earrings to your own, and doesn't seem to have gone too heavy on the black makeup, though you admit the almost glowing red contacts are quite the touch. Her wolfish grin also shows off sharp canines... are those implants? She's wearing a black tanktop with a white skull emblem, and an off-the-shoulder duster-hoodie, the hem of which comes almost to her ankles. She's got on a black short skirt and netting stockings, along with tall lace-up black boots. "Heh, I do always like to start off a date by getting the other party's heart racing," she declares.\n\n"R-right," you murmur, trying to smile rather than be discomfited. Maybe you see what Liam meant about that dangerous feeling. "You, ah... you definitely have to be Hera, right?"\n\n"Yup!" She does a quick finger-guns at you, red eyes almost literally sparkling. "Liam showed me a picture of you, but you're even cuter in person."\n\nWhen did Liam even <i>take</i> a picture of you?! Does he just spend all his spare time working on hooking up his friends and acquaintances? Strangling a sigh, you instead clear your throat. "Ah, so, you wanna go inside?" you ask, gesturing a few doors down to the bar.\n\n"Hmmm. We cooooould," Hera muses, brushing back her jacket to rest her hands on her hips, showing off black-painted nails. "Or! We could say 'screw the plan' and just run off into the night doing whatever." Her pale face seems to light up at the very prospect. "You wanna?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh hell why not?|GwynVamp1x2]]\n\n[[But... burgers...|GwynVamp]]

You take a deep breath and force yourself to calm down, closing your eyes until your heartrate slows and you don't feel so flushed and lightheaded. You open your eyes, but do your best to avoid looking at the treasure as you lower the lid and press the carpet back into place, smoothing it out as best you're able.\n\nYou're just taking a glance at some of the sculptures when the door opens and Liam walks back in. "Sorry about that, luckily like I said it didn't take too long."\n\n"It's no big." Still feeling a bit overwhelmed from the strange reaction you had and rather nervous about what exactly the hidden treasure means, you decide to excuse yourself. "I better head out though, let's talk again later instead," you say as you head for the door.\n\nAs you pass Liam, you hear him sniff slightly. As you're opening the door, you're surprised by just how fast his arm shoots out and slams it closed again, holding it firmly in place as he stares at you. "... So. You saw it, hm?"\n\n"... Um." Which is all you can really think to say. After a second you nod a bit sheepishly, then open your mouth to point out that he told you to snoop, before just closing it and giving another small nod.\n\n"Mm. Must be something special about you, the vast majority of people would have shied away from even noticing that the carpet was off." His eyes narrow at you, and you're surprised at just how intimidating that pretty, feminine face of his can be. After a moment though he sighs, releasing his hold on the door and walking over, turning around to flump down, sitting on the side of the bed. "Okay. Let's talk about what you want."\n\n"Er, I mean-"\n\n"No, listen. It's important that no one hears about what you saw. It'd be really disruptive to my whole life here. So in exchange for your promise to keep quiet, I'll give you something good, how's that?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds like a deal.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[You'd never tell anyway.|GwynLiam5x2]]\n\n[[No, you have to tell!|GwynLiam]]

"I..." You swallow hard, then step forward, nervously reaching out a hand to touch his cheek. "I think I do. I mean... maybe even now I realize I've never actually, really been in love with someone, but... I think I'm in love with you, yes."\n\nLiam closes his eyes, bringing a hand up to rest over yours and leaning his cheek against it. You're surprised to see a tear slip down his face, glittering far more brightly and with more colors than anything you've seen. "I'm so glad," he says softly. "I'm so glad," he repeats again after a moment, opening his eyes and smiling brightly at you. Then he laughs softly again. "But there's something you're still uncertain about, huh?"\n\n"I, um," you shift your shoulders. "Well it's a lot to take in, so..."\n\n"Gwyn, I don't mind it if you tell me that you wish I was a girl instead," he says in an amused tone, eyes glittering again. "For dragons it's more of a personal preference thing, and my preference isn't particularly strong. I like looking on the feminine side, but other than that my physical sex isn't a big deal. Just tell me what you'd prefer. If you still prefer women, I'll be a woman for you. I'll be whatever you want."\n\n<hr>\n[[You'd rather he be a girl.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[You'd rather he stay a boy.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[You'd rather he be whatever he wants.|GwynLiam]]

"... So what now?"\n\n"Hmmm?" Hera asks as she hops up to sit on the edge of the stone coffin on 'her' side of the tomb.\n\n"I mean, what happens now? Am I your slave for the rest of eternity or what?"\n\n"Well that tends to make for pretty poor company. Unless, y'know, you're into that sort of thing." Hera waggles her eyebrows and kicks her feet a little. "But what happens <i>next</i> is that you decide what happens."\n\n"I do?"\n\n"This isn't about having someone to do my dishes or something, you know, I liked you and I wanted to keep you around, which means keeping a good relationship with you. So basically now, you decide if you want to go home to yourself, back to your dorm room, and figure out your new life as a vampire by yourself... I mean I'll still be around if you have questions but it means you'll have to seek me out... or if you want to come home with me."\n\n"... with you..."\n\n"I've got a pretty nice place!" she chirps, smiling brightly. "Investing in stocks and earning interest isn't as easy as you'd think on the whole 'being immortal' front but I still have my methods. Besides that way I can teach you hands-on and help you out and we can keep having fun together! But, it's your choice," she adds, shrugging again. "Coercing you into it one way or another wouldn't do much for wanting to have fun together."\n\n"How nice that you've discovered asking <i>now</i>," you mutter, rubbing at your face.\n\n"Oh, c'mon, don't be like that, you'll enjoy being a vampire, I promise. So long as you don't go all 'bluh bluh I am a disconnected monster forever rendered into solitude from humanity'," she adds, using a ridiculous tone of voice and shaking 'claw hands' back and forth in front of her. "Humanity's what you make of it, whether that's friends or food. Or both. It can be both. Anyway, whatever you decide is how it'll go. Just, y'know, might wanna decide soon unless you want to be stuck in here with me all day whichever one you pick."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go back to the dorm.|GwynVamp]]\n\n[[Go with Hera.|GwynVamp]]

You gasp and scramble a little bit to sit up as you very suddenly come back to consciousness from a sleep so deep it was like you just stopped existing. You pant hard as you stare at the stone wall in front of you, trying to process what you're feeling... smooth stone beneath your naked body, darkness that's still somehow well lit, your whole body feeling like a constant low-key adrenaline rush even as you struggle to comprehend everything, how you're connected to it, how it works, why it's here...\n\n"You're dissociating."\n\nYou turn your head slowly to stare over at the source of the voice. Hera, still naked as the last time you saw her, is sitting back against the wall, atop a... stone slab? set in an alcove of it. It's almost reminiscent of your dorm room, except that the 'beds' are set into impressions in the wall and are more like stone altars or something, and there are ornate stone carvings here and there along the walls. The only real light seems to be a spill of silvery luminence across the floor between the two slabs.\n\n"It happens a bit at first, when you wake up for the first time." Hera shrugs a little, pert bare breasts lifting slightly with the movement. "Give it a few, you'll settle and be okay."\n\n"Wha... we..." You blink, the mouth-sounds you make seeming as confusing as anything else at first until you sit up a bit more and spend a few minutes calming down. "... The last thing I remember, we were... we were having sex, in the graveyard. Where are we?"\n\n"Some little tomb. They're not very popular around here but the graveyard still has a handful of them, which is lucky." Hera glances around, then shrugs again. "Be nice to actually be able to get completely out of sight even in here, but the lids of these aren't really meant to come on and off, y'know?" She grins some and pats the surface she's sitting on.\n\nSlowly it dawns on you that you're sitting on top of someone's crypt. Swallowing hard, you glance down, then over at her... and more realizations start hitting you. "... You're... you... you're a..."\n\n"Not just me," she replies, raising her eyebrows and pointing at you, then grinning.\n\n"I..." You stare down at your naked body, noting how it's paler than it was even before, cream-smooth just like Hera's, your skin perfect and unmarked, your own slender body having been rather idealized, which if you weren't in such a state of shock might annoy you to realize that you and Hera now have almost identical body types save for the obvious differences at chest and groin.\n\n"Just take it easy, try to relax." She smiles, standing up and walking over to lean down and put her hands atop the stone, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "Try to collect yourself and ask questions as they come to you. I'll answer them the best I can."\n\nYou look at her, using your tongue to feel the obvious fangs you now sport as you take in everything.\n\n<hr>\n(These are not branch choices. When you're ready to continue the story, select "That's all I can think of.")\n[[How long was I out?|GwynVamp1x5a]]\n\n[[Why me?|GwynVamp1x5b]]\n\n[[Are you really...?|GwynVamp1x5c]]\n\n[[Why aren't I mad at you?|GwynVamp1x5d]]\n\n[[What are my weaknesses?|GwynVamp1x5e]]\n\n[[What are my powers?|GwynVamp1x5f]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|GwynVamp1x6]]

Giving up the last pretense of better sense, you let yourself get carried away on the current that you've been riding all night and lean in. Hera's lips are cool and soft on yours, her tongue slick and eager as it slips into your mouth. The two of you kiss at one another hungrily, as if you'd been dying to do it all night, and maybe you have been without realizing it. You break long enough for her to pull your shirt off over your head, her hands running up and down your bare chest as you resume kissing. Then her hands are grabbing at the front of your jeans, tugging and yanking them open and shoving them down, with you shifting to get out of them and your shoes, your rapidly stiffening cock wobbling in the cool night air until you're standing just as naked as she is, your hands roaming over her slim, perfect body, hers doing the same, feeling so soft and smooth and cool as they caress your hot skin. \n\nAnd then she's pushing you back and moving on top of you as she does, your back thumping to the soft earth of the grave itself. The mixture of vague horror, disgust, and wickedness of it just fuels the fires of the excitement now burning in you, your eyes actually a little glazed over as Hera moves above you, her breathing coming in quick pants through parted lips showing off those glistening white fangs. Beneath the gaze of the leering horsecocked demon statue she slides down on you, her pussy engulfing your own cock which feels longer and thicker and harder than it's ever been. Your hands squeeze at her hips as you gasp out... it doesn't feel at all like you'd heard, it's wet and soft and grips you tight all over for sure, but it's much cooler, like it's surrounding your aching prick in a soothing bath. Something in your mind tries to tell you that's strange but you're not listening, too consumed by the whole experience, something you never in a million years thought you'd be doing. Losing your virginity on the grave of a witch to a beautiful girl that practically tackled you, who wants you so badly she's filling the empty midnight cemetery with her moans.\n\nHer back arches as she grinds and rolls her hips, lifting those perfect pert breasts towards the stars as if offering them to the dark sky, her hands sliding up and down your own arms, encouraging them to move, silently begging you to touch her. You slip one hand along her belly, feeling how smooth and perfect it is, while the other slips up to grip one of those breasts, feeling it almost perfectly fill your palm as you squeeze and knead, making her gasp more loudly, her dripping pussy squeezing around you. You begin rolling your hips up towards the movements of hers, shifting your grip back down to her slim waist as she starts moving even more eagerly, her body leaning down over you, hands pressing to your chest. You're actually surprised you haven't cum already, she just feels so amazing inside, but it's almost like she's keeping you from doing it, the motions of her hips and the squeezes of her pussy just keeping you right there at the edge as the two of you lovingly, lewdly couple beneath the shadow of Satan's massive equine prick.\n\nHera's movements start to turn quicker, harder, her whole body rocking with need as she presses you into the soft earth of the grave, her body leaning down closer and closer until those wonderful B-cups are grinding into your chest as she kisses you hard and deeply again. Then her mouth is moving, kissing at your neck, dragging her tongue over it, nails scratching across the skin, the soft sting of faint pain mingling with all the pleasure. And then there's a harder burst of pain in your neck that turns to pure bliss, your back arching and mouth opening in a loud, soundless cry as your body trembles, feeling yourself spilling everything into her in a long, orgasmic rush that seems to come from everywhere, and then fade into shadows.\n\n<hr>\n[[When you wake up...|GwynVamp1x5]]

"Wait, wait!" you call as the raptor leads you towards the brainswap machine. You try to drag your feet enough to slow him down without doing so enough that he might get mad at you and force you some other way. "Whatever you're planning, I, I can be more useful without my mind being swapped into something else, or stored on the computer! I can still help you!"\n\nThe raptors glance at you, but mostly look a little bored. Wracking your brain furiously, you blurt out, "You're planning on putting yourselves in human bodies so you can go to the civilized world, right?!" <i>That</i> makes them look harder at you, some of them narrowing their eyes suspiciously. Still, you press on, since it looks like you got it right. "But you don't know how to speak English yet or anything about how to fit in, do you? I... I could teach you! I could show you how to fit in! You'd get further!"\n\nYour minder actually squawks out and raises one of his forelimbs, causing your current escort to stop where he is. Then your minder beckons, and the raptor leads you back over to him and releases you. Making an inquisitive hoot, your minder tilts his head to one side.\n\n"Um... y-yeah, I mean it. I mean, I'm not exactly an expert, but it'd be better than nothing, right? Whatever it is you want to do, you want to pass for human, or you would have just gone already, right?" You put your hands to your chest. "I'm the only one who can help! You've already got Jane in a fuck-haze, Callie's crazy... but I can still help!"\n\nHe seems to ponder that for a moment, tapping a claw against his scaly chin. Then he nods thoughtfully... before leering at you and making a gesture towards you that goes from neck to toe, then points downwards towards his jutting red spear of a cock. The implication is pretty clear: 'strip and suck'. If you want to prove you're willing to cooperate and do what they tell you, you're going to have to show that you'll do <i>anything</i> they tell you of your own will, apparently.\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|RaptorSwapplaceholder]]\n\n[[Refuse.|RaptorSwapplaceholder]]

Well, what else are you going to do? You did already agree to help with all this precisely in the hopes that your cooperation would earn you safety. You drag the 'X-Raptor #1' box back to the empty slot over the body's outline, and watch as the previously still body once again jerks and twitches in reaction. Once it's finished, the captive raptor looks back and forth with wide eyes, its expression clearly one of 'I've seen some shit' as it's wheeled back out of the room. Almost the instant it's gone, another table is wheeled in, this of the more typical square variety. There's a naked human man laying on it, and from the way he's just staring at the ceiling with a vacant expression, you'd think he'd already had his mind stored in the computer. All the same when they move him underneath the machine and slide one of the caps on his head, the machine registers him as 'Carl #1'. One of the raptors moves to the other side and slips the other cap onto his own head, registering on the machine as 'Brain X-Raptor #1'.\n\nYour minder makes a series of noises while gesturing with his claws, instructions fairly clear since he just points at parts of the screen... he wants you to put Carl's brain in storage and the raptor's brain in Carl's body. You're actually pretty sure he could do this himself now if he wanted, but maybe he doesn't want to scratch up the screen using his claws. With little to do other than cooperate, you move both white boxes around, watching both bodies twitch and jerk around. The raptor's body slumps to the floor, but Carl's body quickly sits up and looks around. Several of the other raptors hoot and chirp at him, and he answers awkwardly. From the looks on all their faces, it's clear they didn't understand him very well... obviously going to take some practice.\n\nYou watch a bit nervously as raptor!Carl stands up and checks himself out, then holds up his hands and wiggles his fingers. Despite not having a toothy muzzle anymore, that evil grin is still just as recognizable on a human face when he gives it. It only increases as the door slides open and another brain-raptor walks in, escorting Jane. She's been stripped naked and had her hands cuffed behind her back, leaving her blushing and furious... and rather turned-on, you'd gather from the wetness gleaming on her inner thighs.\n\n"What the hell are these things doing now?" Jane demands angrily, voice just a little husky. Then she blinks as raptor!Carl steps towards her. "Who's this? Sam, who the hell is this guy?"\n\n"Uh, that's actually..." You start, then stare as raptor!Carl reaches his hands out and palms Jane's full tits, giving them a squeeze. Jane half-yelps, half-moans and tries to take a step back, only for one of the raptors to nudge her back forward. Raptor!Carl grins wickedly again before resuming his fondling, kneading Jane's almost-a-D tits, making her squirm and gasp. "... It's one of the raptors," you finish a bit lamely.\n\n"Oh g-great, they have human hands now," Jane moans out, tossing a dirty look at you, at the raptors, at raptor!Carl, and the world in general, you're pretty sure. She grits her teeth and tries to suppress a whimper as he pinches her nipples, tugging on them and forcing her breasts to cone outward some before he releases them. "They'll be worse than ever," she groans, sucking in a hard breath as he gives her tits another squeeze.\n\n"Um. You're sending me mixed signals on how you feel about this," you murmur, somehow unable to keep your eyes off the scene unfolding in front of you.\n\n"It's... the damned raptors," she gasps, moaning even louder as raptor!Carl tucks a hand between her legs and begins working his fingers about, various loud and lewd wet noises reaching your ears even over the sound of the raptors apparently snickering in enjoyment of the show. "Once one of 'em f-fucks you, it hypercharges your sex drive!" She's starting to sound less and less like she's complaining, you notice, especially when raptor!Carl leans down and starts actually sucking on one of her nipples. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I usually manage to ignore it, but oh fuuuuck I'm losing control!"\n\nSmirking, raptor!Carl straightens up and suddenly gives one of Jane's asscheeks a good, hard slap. The blonde woman lets out a loud cry that's obviously more pleasure than pain, making everyone, you and the raptors, jump a little and look at her in surprise. But raptor!Carl quickly resumes his grin, hauling a rolling chair over to sit in, then hauling Jane across his lap, his hard cock pressing up against her belly.\n\n"Oh fuck, oh fuck, no, don't spank me, don't, please," Jane pleads, her body quivering, her desperate begging sounding like the words of a woman who knows she can't take much more before giving in. Which of course means that her molester immediately brings his hand down in a hard, stinging slap on her bare ass, making her jerk in place against his lap and strain her arms reflexively against the cuffs, crying out again in pleasure. Raptor!Carl begins spanking her, swatting her vulnerable butt hard enough to send visible ripples through the toned flesh. Jane keeps crying out with every hit, body jerking and trembling, her sudden motions making her tits jiggle to one side of raptor!Carl's leg. Finally, when he's spanked her to an almost glowing pink, she gives a yowl and bucks harder than ever, a visible gush of wetness soaking his leg.\n\nSnickering evilly, raptor!Carl rolls Jane off of his lap and onto the floor where she lays on her back, tits rising and falling as she pants, skin glistening with sweat, legs splayed to show her literally dripping cunt. Shoving the chair away, he slides in between her legs and over her body. You don't have a good view of it, but you can judge how he's sliding his long, hard human cock into Jane's needy cunt by the long, low moan she gives as he settles into place. As he starts pumping into her, she wraps her long, toned legs around him eagerly, urging him on to fuck her. To your surprise, you see him reach under her and a moment later her arms pull around, freed. But rather than trying to throttle raptor!Carl, she wraps her arms around him as well, squashing his chest to her sweat-slick tits and kissing him needfully, moaning into his mouth as he fucks her.\n\nHonestly, by the time they're both moaning and gasping and working against each other like that, you're pretty turned-on yourself. You glance worriedly around at the other raptors, seeing that their cocks are all extended and hard, some even dripping little spatters of pre onto the floor. But all of them are definitely transfixed by the way Jane and raptor!Carl are wrapped around each other, and by how he can use his hands to squeeze her ass or tug on her hair as he fucks her face-to-face, entwined in a deep, pornographic kiss as he does. They all make noises of what sound like admiration as he lets out a near-roar and slams his hips forward, Jane shrieking exultantly as he dumps his load inside her.\n\nRaptor!Carl pulls out and stands up after a moment, managing to disentwine himself from Jane's limbs, his cock still jutting out mostly-hard and now dripping and glistening in the light. He spends a few moments talking to the other raptors, obviously trying to "enunciate" the raptor language more clearly, and they all nod along. Then he reaches a hand down, Jane accepting it and letting him haul her to her feet, then cuddling up against his side as he starts to walk out.\n\n"Uh... Jane?" you say, a bit faintly.\n\n"Gotta go get fucked some more, probably knocked up, seeya around," she replies with a cheerful, distracted air, sighing dreamily as raptor!Carl gropes her ass on the way out of the room, the door sliding closed behind the, er, happy couple. Apparently raptor pheromones plus human hands and mouth is quite the intoxicating matchup.\n\nSwallowing heavily, you look at the raptors again as they gather together to discuss amongst themselves in their rather birdlike language. You're wondering if you're about to be subject to a gangbang to vent some of the desires they built up watching raptor!Carl and Jane fuck... and you're not entirely sure that you don't want them to.\n\nYour minder parts from the group, and nudges you out of the way, taking your place behind the machine, one of the others moves over beside him, while another grabs you by the arm... and starts leading you towards the machine. Uh-oh.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to convince them of your usefulness.|RaptorSwap1x3]]\n\n[[Scream, plead, cry.|RaptorSwapplaceholder]]\n\n[[Accept your fate.|RaptorSwapplaceholder]]

"That one." You point at the last item on the list, shrugging. You have pretty much zero idea how to make something like that work... you can only hope that giving it your best shot will make the raptors decide to leave you alone. (Fat chance.) Your minder eyes the result, then nods its long head once before giving you a nudge with it. You trot along, trying not to jump too badly whenever it gives you another nudge with its muzzle... you sort of suspect getting fidgety or looking like you're scared and might run is a turnon to these things.\n\nIt urges you down a few hallways and then into a room. It's... actually about typical of what you'd expect from an old mad scientist movie, there's a big column with two swing arms coming off of it, and at the end of each arm is a downward-facing metal pan like you'd fit over someone's head. There's lots of wires and blinking lights, and you wonder how many of those are functional and how many are just for show.\n\nYour minder pushes you over towards the control touchscreen, while the door slides open again. Two more raptors wheel a third restrained on an inverted Y-shaped table in, the table forcing the captive dino's legs wide apart, while his tail almost drags along the ground. You think the captive's a 'normal' raptor, since his stripe is a little different. You watch as they wheel the table under one side of the device, then lower down the metal pan on that side to rest it atop his head.\n\nYour minder gives you another nudge, and you look at the screen. The controls are... sort of simple, you guess. There's an outline of the device in front of you, with its column and the arms. On one side it shows a general outline of a raptor, and between that and the outline of the cap is a square reading 'X-Raptor #1', text that's repeated inside the outline. There are two blank boxes on the outline of the center column, and text along the top of the screen says 'Click and drag'. Yeah, there's definitely something weird about the raptors' brains if they couldn't figure this out.\n\nWith a little nudge at your shoulder, your minder makes an urging noise. Not seeing what else you can do, you press a fingertip to the white box and drag it up to one of the blank spots, then release. It locks in, and the machine hums to life, little jags of visible electricity passing along the wires and the metal pan. The raptor's eyes widen, its body bucking and twitching, looking half like it's being electrocuted and half like it's trying to fuck the air. A progress indicator slides along the bottom of the white box on the screen, and once it finishes the machine powers down. The raptor slumps back into place on its frame, its eyes now completely blank and empty. Its mind is stored in the device!\n\nYou look down at the screen, noticing that the bottom of it has added some options... there are a handful of blank slots, apparently for storing minds on the computer more longterm. You also notice what looks like a trashcan. That must be, well... the delete bin. As you're taking this in, the brain raptors have been hooting and chirping amongst themselves, and your minder now nudges you again and gestures excitedly at the unmoving regular raptor. Apparently they want to see if you can put his brain back.\n\n<hr>\n[[Put it back.|RaptorSwap1x2]]\n\n[["Accidentally" delete it.|RaptorSwapplaceholder]]

You lay immobile on the nightstand, waiting. You no longer sleep, nor can your attention really wander... you have nothing to do but contemplate your new existence as a literal cocksleeve.\n\nOf course it's not quite as lonely as Ame made it out to be. You don't have to wait entirely for the next time she feels like using you. Every so often someone will wander in, sometimes families or groups of people. If they notice you sometimes they'll huff and get angry, or point and laugh. But every so often, well. Sometimes it will be a lone teenage boy or even adult man who will spot you and, after several moments of glancing around nervously, will unzip himself and slide your pucker-end over his stiff prick, pumping you fervently along his length while glancing around nervously for any possible interruption, until eventually moaning and filling you with his load, jizz dribbling out of the hole in your head-end.\n\nOther times you'll notice people's eyes glaze over before they almost mechanically move to make use of you. What you think are six or seven guys from some college fraternity laugh and guffaw at the sight of you, until their gazes turn faraway and they all near-simultaneously unzip their pants and fish out their hardening cocks. The first one picks you up and near-mechanically works you over his prick until he gushes inside you, then simply pulls you off and hands you to the next, who immediately pushes his prick into your squishy, textured, cum-smeared inner self. Only once all of them have cum in you three times do they set you back down, dripping white ooze from both ends, and turn to walk off, limp dicks still swaying.\n\nIn another case, a wife and daughter stand nearby, blank-eyed and unreactive, as husband and son strip naked and climb onto the bed with you. Resting on their knees, the adult pushes his cock into you from the pucker-end, until about half the head is poking out of the other end of you. Then his son rubs his own cockhead along his father's, rubbing and pressing until he can force the other end of you open around his length, both cocks sliding against each other, pressed tight against one another. Father and son moan and fuck into you from both ends, toying eith each other's nipples and sucking each other's tongues, while the mother and daughter lift their skirts and slide their hands down the front of their panties in zombie-like masturbation. Once the father and son have sprayed their cum all over each other's crotch and balls, they both get dressed, the glaze clearing from all their eyes, their chatter indicating they don't remember a thing as they turn and walk out.\n\nBut oh how you long for the times when your owner rises from her coffin. Half the time she ignores you as she does, usually to pounce some other luscious target of her desire. But every so often she'll flop back on the bed and, seeming bored, grab you and slide you onto her prick, pumping your eight inch self along her much, much longer cock, the girth stretching you wide enough that your squishy body is stretched almost taut. She uses you, cums on you, cleans you, and sets you aside as if you were really nothing more than a sex toy, even the one time she spoke to you seemingly forgotten. It's as if you were never really a person.\n\nEvery so often you get to watch as your owner turns someone else, male or female, into a futapire like herself. Often the first thing she does after the change is use you on that brand new, throbbing, immense vampire cock while she fucks them, using you as just another tool of her power and domination over her newturned spawn. But you'll never know what it feels like to penetrate, be changed, to hear her speak to you in those sweet coos again. You're now nothing more than an inanimate object for her to use or have used at a whim.\n\nYou couldn't be happier.\n\n<b>Futapire</b> end - <i>Ame's fucksleeve</i>

Your restraint quickly crumbles, and you stop bothering to restrain your moans or the motions of your hips, your arms and legs guiding you in rocking back against Richard's quick, hard thrusts. "Oh fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck it's so good, I love dog cock, oh fuck yes," you gasp out as you shake your hips like a whore, encouraging the dog on top of you to make you his bitch.\n\nYou'd expect to be smote by Akane for your blatant perversion, but when you gather your wits enough to look over at her, you find that she's stripped naked (save for her fake intellectual glasses) and sitting on the floor, leaned back against the cabinets and furiously working her clit as she watches you getting fucked by the German Shepherd, her legs spread wide to show off her sodden pussy. The sight added to your own submission to the beast trying to mate with you makes you cum for the first time, and it's certainly not the last, your pussy gushing every handful of thrusts as you moan and continue to profess your love for getting fucked by a dog, Akane's hand speeding up every time you say how good canine cock feels, fingers occasionally sliding down to pump into herself. \n\nSoon you can feel something large and swollen slapping against your plump pussylips. You barely have time to wonder what it is before Richard is shoving his knot into you, the plump orb swelling up and locking inside you. Your eyes roll, tongue lolling out as you cum harder than any of the previous times at the feeling of being stretched even wider, filled even more, the hot rush of animal cum inside you making you shudder and twitch. Just as you'd started to come down after that, Richard wiggles and shifts on your back, then twists and manages to slide off of you, turning around to face away and be ass-to-ass with you; the shifts and tugging on his prick have you cumming again, letting out low, gurgling moans at the added, constant pressure on your pussy as your pert ass wiggles and rubs against Richard's furry one.\n\nAkane gets up and moves forward and to your side, and you can feel her tits pressing against your back. Her reflection in the metal refrigerator lets you watch as she leans in, sucking off some of the girlcum soaked into Richard's furry balls. Your formerly prudish fiancee turns her head, and you let out a moan as she starts plying her tongue over your asshole, swirling it around and pressing it inside. You then watch as she turns her head and gives Richard's pucker the same treatment, the dog's wagging tail brushing along the side of her head as she rims him. Once the dog's knot deflates slightly and he manages to pull out, making you have another small, shuddery orgasm as it pops out, Akane snags it around the base with one hand, and slides her mouth over the cum-smeared red rocket, bobbing her head up and down over it a few times.\n\nSoon Akane is the one on all fours with Richard on her back, your fiancee moaning shamelessly as she rocks herself back against his thrusts. "Oh, oh God, oh yes, oh fuck I love his cock, oh fuck!" she cries out, her own somewhat rounder ass shaking as the dog's hips slap against it. \n\nYou slump back against the counter, panting as you watch her getting fucked like you did, feeling the dog's cum dribble out of your pussy as he fucks your intended.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just watch.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Participate as a girl.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Participate as a guy.|FRanX]]

Hm. Probably wisest to find him someone his own age. It's good for young people to hang out together, after all, and ideally he should have a cute girlfriend who he can fuck, and possibly marry someday, to spend his time with. That's a rather cheerful thought, and you actually start humming a bit as you dab butter on the griddle and let it melt.\n\nNow let's see, what would be the best option for a girl Ken's own age? Well, there's the option of [[girls from the neighborhood|Marei2x2]]. You know most of their mothers quite well after all, and having a girlfriend within walking distance would be good for him. It would also let you keep an eye on them to make sure things were going well! And with your extra knowledge of their personalities and habits, you're fairly certain you could arrange quite a good match.\n\nOr you could find him a [[girl from school|Marei]]. You don't know those quite as well, but you still know a lot of them and a lot about them via their parents. In fact, you know which of them are popular at school and which aren't so much... you could always find Ken a girlfriend that would raise his social standing (or let him fade into the background rather than risk standing out, whichever you thought best).\n\nAs you're in the middle of flipping pancakes, another thought occurs to you. You could essentially [[import a girlfriend|Marei]] for him. Exchange student programs, adoption agencies for foreign orphans, things like that. You have plenty of space in the house, and no doubt any girl spending sufficient time with Ken would just fall in love with him!

You smile at Ken as he finally comes down to breakfast, though you think you detect just a hint of guilt on his face. (That might be your imagination, though.) You set the stack of buttery golden pancakes in front of him, then settle down at the table, your breasts resting atop it as you prop your chin up on one hand, watching him eat and considering the options.\n\nThere's [[May|Marei2x3]], from across the block. Tall, blonde, and rather a tomboy, she's nevertheless extremely polite and has always shown up to every party or event you've ever thrown, cheerful and good-natured and eager to help out. True she's always been more friendly with Ken, as opposed to being outright friends, but he seems to think well of her. Certainly she's not a bad choice, you muse as you picture her on all fours, sweaty and moaning as your son pounds into her from behind.\n\nYour hand wanders up and down your thigh as you ponder who else might be a good match for your son. There's [[Hinako|Marei3x1]] from just down the street. A very pretty Japanese girl, albeit extremely shy and soft-spoken. You know her mother quite well, the two of you bonding over the bits of culture you share. A cute, compliant Japanese-American girlfriend might be just the thing to get Ken interested in his heritage beyond anime, after all. Picturing her blushing and squirming on the bed as he eats her out fills your heart with motherly pride.\n\nLet's see, let's see. There's also [[Kylie|Marei]], though you don't know her that well, mostly because she's apparently a bit of an antisocial shut-in. Her mother is always complaining to you that Kylie never seems excited about anything. She reads her books, watches TV, goes to school, comes home, and doesn't seem to actually care about any of it despite getting passable grades and apparently not having any problems. Really on that one you'd be more doing Kylie's mother a favor, you think, but as long as it's ultimately good for Ken too, why not? Just picture that unexpressive face turning to delight as Ken's cock slides into her pussy for the first time!\n\nFinally, there's [[June|Marei]], who is famous all over the neighborhood for being a ray of sunshine in a human body. She's honestly probably a little too good to be true, but she certainly does seem to be for real. She never met an elderly neighbor whose yard she wouldn't mow or walk she wouldn't shovel and refuse to take a dime for it. An honors student, active in local charity, and apparently all-around paragon of upright socially conscious youth... well, while you of course think as a mother that Ken deserves even better than that, as a practical person you have to admit your thoughts turned to her last because she's a little out of his league. But if you could get them together, oh my, what a coup it would be for you as a mother... and of course for him, having such a great girlfriend and all.

Hm. Getting him outdoors more would definitely be better than staying inside and jerking off. If you're lucky, maybe she'll get him having sex outdoors. A little fresh air and thrill of danger will do wonders to bring a happy golden tone to his memories of his youth, you think happily as he finishes up his breakfast and declares he's going out for awhile.\n\nYou gather up his dishes while considering your best course of action. Now... should you call up May's mother, or talk to May directly? Which would be the better option. Talking to her mother means you could know a bit better what you're getting into trying to hook the two of them up, and have someone to assist you with that. On the other hand, bringing in another eager mother has its own pitfalls, as she's likely to have her own ideas of how to get them together and what they should be doing that won't necessarily line up with yours.\n\n<hr>\n[[Conspire with May's mother.|Marei6x1]]\n\n[[Go directly to May.|Marei2x4]]

Keeping things direct may be the better idea. You concoct some excuse about needing some help around the house that Ken can't help with because he had an appointment, and call May's mother up to ask if she can come over and help.\n\nSoon the doorbell rings and you make your way over to open it. May is standing on the porch, looking fresh-faced and chipper, her sandy blonde hair tousled a bit and cheeks a little flushed as if she might have run part of the way. She's wearing a short-sleeved white button-up shirt and jeans, and gives you a bright smile as the door opens.\n\n"Hi, ma'am, my mom said you had something you needed my help with?" she says in a chipper tone, cornflower blue eyes sparkling brightly.\n\n"Yes, May, why don't you come in?" you say with a smile, stepping back and gesturing her inside. "Go ahead and have a seat," you continue, closing the door and following her inside.\n\n"Always happy to help you out however I can, Mrs. Nyugyu," she answers as she settles into one of the armchairs, even giving you a rather roguish wink as she says it. Such a charming and outgoing young girl, you hope that she can help bring Ken out of his shell a little too.\n\n"Well I'm very glad, May, thank you," you answer with a smile, standing in front of her and clasping your hands, your arms winding up pressing your breasts forward and together. Hm, now how to go about this...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Build up to it.|Marei]]\n\n[[Be direct.|Marei2x5]]

Well, probably best to just be up-front about things. "The thing is, May, what I really asked you here to do is date my son."\n\nMay's cheerful, easygoing expression seems to freeze on her face. "... What?"\n\n"You've always been so charming and helpful when you came by the house," you explain with a smile. "Honestly I thought you might already like him. Plus, it would be so good for him to get out and be more active with a charming young lady like yourself."\n\nMay just sits there for a few moments, before she slumps back in her chair, letting out a short, bitter bark of laughter. You blink, straightening up some. "... Is something funny?"\n\nShe shakes her head, putting a hand to it, before hopping up, looking like someone finally cracking with frustration. "It's <i>you</i>!"\n\n"I... don't follow," you say a bit blankly, tilting your head a little.\n\n"I'm always over here trying to be polite and nice because I like <i>you</i>," she huffs, running her hands through her hair and pacing back and forth. "I'm attracted to <i>you</i>, I wanted to date <i>you</i>, holy hell!"\n\n... Oh. You stand there sort of stunned for a few moments. All you can really do is say, "So... no crush on Ken?"\n\nShe snorts, dropping to sit in the chair again and sprawling a bit in it. "Nnnnnope."\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. ... Darn.|Marei]]\n\n[[Perhaps an arrangement can be reached.|Marei]]\n\n[[Actually that's really hot.|Marei]]

"-a pair of glasses," you say, unable to help rolling your eyes. "So that you can look smart during the museum trip."\n\n"It's not so I can <i>look smart</i>!" Akane huffs, then puts a hand to her chest. "It's so I can see extra details in some of the paintings, if I want."\n\nYou decide to keep up your roll of minding your mouth a bit and don't say anything else, instead just sucking it up and heading to the mall with Akane. The two of you enter a large store that mostly seems to be sunglasses and other fashionable eyewear... yeah, it's totally all about seeing painting details, you think with another roll of the eyes, though you whip your expression back to normal before Akane looks over. Akane begins perusing a row of reading glasses, and tries not to be obvious about gradually edging towards the similar-looking sets with purely cosmetic lenses.\n\nBoredly bouncing on the balls of your feet (and ignoring it as several boys walking by collapse with nosebleeds due to the jiggling that causes in your chest), you glance around. Why did Akane have to ask you to come? All she's doing is occasionally asking if a pair of glasses looks nice, and getting mildly annoyed when you just shrug and say they look alright. \n\nYou glance over a nearby rack. Huh, there's a pair of those perfect '[[smart chick|FRanX]]' glasses that Akane is no doubt looking for... you'd call her attention to them but then she'd have to pretend not to want them since they're on a cosmetic rack. Near them is another pair of sort of snazzy, futuristic-looking silver things with glowing [[Xes|FRanX]] on the sides, those look kind of cool. Or you could just [[stand around being bored|FRanX15x2]] until Akane is done.

Meh, there's no way you could afford anything in here, better not to mess with them. Just your luck that Shampoo would probably land her bike on your face somehow right after you tried on the most expensive pair in the store. So you continue to squirm and fidget and sigh until Akane, apparently as much annoyed with you as she is satisfied with the pair of glasses she's found, punches you in the boob and says the two of you can go.\n\nThe next day, your school group heads to the local museum (after you get splashed by the lady cleaning her walk on your way to work, of course), and you settle in for another long day of being bored. Really, what's a museum got to do with martial arts, which is clearly the only thing that matters? Still you mill through the halls of the building, listening to your generic character design homeroom teacher ramble on and on, until finally you get bored enough to just slip off from the group and head on into one of the rooms by yourself. There's a big banner reading 'Hall of the Strange and Unusual'. ... So there's a display about your life? (Heh.)\n\nYou stop to look at the little sign near the door. Apparently this is a collection of supposedly cursed artifacts (oh boy you just love those). Still at least these are secure behind... velvet ropes. Let's see what it says... [[The Golden Statue of Titania|FRanX15x3]], which is supposed to be a statue of some demon fairy goddess whatever. There's the [[Haunted Lucifer Painting|FRanX30x1]], some painting of the Christian devil done by an artist who supposedly sold his soul for talent, and thus painted Satan himself onto the canvas. And there's a set of figurines... the [[Cow Idol of Plenty|FRanX]], the [[Dragon Idol of Greed|FRanX]], and the... shudder... [[Cat Idol of Virility|FRanX]].\n\nWell, you're here, may as well look at something cool and "forbidden" while the rest of the class is getting a lecture about yet another old painting of fishermen on ricepaper.

Statues can be pretty neat sometimes, anyway. You spot the shine of gold and meander on over towards it, stopping and staring a bit at the sight of the actual statue when you arrive in front of it. It's about seven feet tall, of a gorgeous naked woman, her face sleek and lips full, long molded hair sculpted down her back, horns coming off of her head, and a long tail coming from behind her to touch the ground, presumably to help act as a balance. Part of the staring is that the statue is naked, and very detailed... part of it is that the statue's breasts are enormous! More than twice the size of its head! Man, all that hair on the back must be in part for counterbalance. Shaking your head, you look down at the the little placard that tells the history of it.\n\n"'Scuplted sometime in the fifteenth century, this statue has no formal name, with the term Lady Titania adopted sometime in the seventeenth century'," you read aloud. "The statue, though ahead of its time in technique, came to be viewed as cursed, possibly due to shifting morals for publicly-displayed works of art. It is said, however, that it does in fact house the soul of a demoness, and that if touched directly, she will return to life and cause mischief and possibly destruction'." Sounds like most of the people you know, you muse as you look at the statue again.\n\n"Hey, Ranma, what are you doing over here, the rest of the class is-" Akane says as she walks up. Of course the moment she sees what you're looking at, her face turns bright red, and snapping out "PERVERT!" she punches you hard enough to send you right over the red velvet rope and headfirst into the statue's chest.\n\nYou're expecting a hard <i>clang</i> and possibly knocking the priceless work of art over. Instead you're greeted by the rather more familiar feeling of your face being planted between breasts. Blinking, you quickly yank your head, staring up... at the statue. Except now she's blue with black hair instead of gold, and she's smirking broadly. Yelping, you leap back over the velvet rope to stand next to the stunned Akane again.\n\n"About time someone woke me up, I was getting bored," the demon says with a yawn, showing off sharp white teeth. She sashays forward, immense boobs jiggling with every motion, tail flicking behind her. She stops at the velvet rope, looking both you and Akane up and down. "Oh my, what a pretty redheaded girl, and you've got some nice tits yourself, if I do say."\n\n<hr>\n[["Who the heck are you?!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Hey, I'm not a girl!"|FRanX15x4]]

"Hey, I'm not a girl!" you snap back reflexively, raising your fist in defiance.\n\n"Hm?" The demon squints her yellow eyes at you, then gives a soft 'ah'. "Jusenkyo curse, I see it. And you're not happy about it, being given that sort of beautiful female body? Well that just won't do at all." She points directly at you and says simply, "Cursed."\n\n"What?!" you and Akane both shriek at the same time.\n\n"Yep, I've just cursed you. If you don't go out and get good and thoroughly fucked by a male before the rise of the sun, then a fate of my choosing will befall you," the demoness declares, thumping her hands on her bare hips and making her massive mammaries wobble. "Could be something strange, devious, unknowable. Maybe I'll just strike you dead. Sort of depends on how I feel."\n\n"H-hey, you can't do this!" Akane protests on your behalf, since you're still stunned into silence.\n\n"Can. Did. Maybe come talk to me after, and if you do a good job enjoying being a woman, I'll give you a reward." The demoness turns and wiggles her ass at you a bit before stepping back up onto the small pedestal she was on before, shifting back to face forward before abruptly turning back to solid gold.\n\nAkane stares at the statue, then turns to look at you. "Um. Don't worry, Ranma, it's a bluff. It's gotta be a lie she told, right? ... Right?" she adds. You can't help but wonder if her hopefulness is about concern for your chastity, or guilt.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, sure, a bluff.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Can't take that chance.|FRanX15x5]]

"How often is stuff <i>ever</i> bluffing about cursing me?!" you reply with a groan, putting both hands to your face.\n\n"I'm sure it's happened, but I can't be expected to keep track of our hundreds of repetitive adventures," Akane grumbles, putting her hands on her hips. Then she somehow manages to look both angry and concerned as she says, "But if it's not a bluff, then... then that means..."\n\n"I... I gotta do it. With a guy," you acknowledge, going rather pale. "Or she might strike me dead or somethin'."\n\n"Or something." Akane still looks like she wants to punch you and call you a pervert for considering having sex over death, but apparently concern wins out as she continues, "So, apparently you do. With a guy, yeah. ... What will you do, Ranma? I mean... you've kind of got to, right? So... who?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Kuno.|FRanX17x1]]\n\n[[Ryoga.|FRanX16x1]]\n\n[[Soun.|FRanX18x1]]\n\n[[Genma.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Hiroshi and Daisuke.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Akane.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Some anonymous dude.|FRanX19x1]]\n\n[[A different sort of guy.|FRanX15x6]]

"What I need is a guy who could never, ever tell anyone," you say, starting to think things through. "I'd be humiliated if he did, and if it ever got back to my mom..."\n\nAkane makes a face, then shrugs. "So, like... a mute guy?"\n\n"What, so he could write a letter to a skin mag? No way." You frown... then swallow. "... I mean... she never said it had to be... a human guy."\n\n"... Pervert!" Akane blurts once your meaning sinks in, fist raising.\n\n"Hey, hey, we don't have time for that!" you protest, raising your arms defensively. "It's not like I want to, this is survival!"\n\n"..." Akane lowers her fist, scowling. "I guess you're right. That would be one way to make sure no one ever told, since only you and I would know. A... well... a dog, I guess," she says quietly, leaning in and lowering her voice to a whisper. "A dog wouldn't be able to go brag to its friends, or call you up and harass you, or say something stupid during sex, or call you uncute..." She trails off, brow furrowing as she stares downward.\n\nYou look at her, then your expression goes flat. "Are you thinking about how a dog would be a better husband than me?"\n\nAkane's head jerks up, and there's a momentary flush of her face, before she quickly folds her arms over her chest. "Anyway! There's kind of a perfect opportunity too. A neighbor down the block went on vacation and asked Kasumi to check in regularly on their dog Richard. I'll just tell Kasumi that today we'll go over to feed and, um... play with... Richard instead."\n\nThe fact that this is all happening so easily is threatening to make you freak out some, but considering this was your idea in the first place, you can't exactly disagree. The two of you quickly ditch the rest of the field trip and head back to the dojo, blowing off Kasumi's mild curiosity at your early arrival and instead volunteering for dogsitting duty. She's surprisingly resistant... usually she's not so insistent about keeping the chores to herself. But after a bit of back-and-forth she agrees, and you and Akane make your way down the block and enter the empty house. Passing through the kitchen, Akane opens the back door, giving a call of "Richard!" You swallow hard as the large German Shepherd pads in, tongue lolling. "Boy, he's... um, big."\n\n"Y-yeah." Akane glances between you and the rather friendly-seeming dog, unable to help leaning down to start rubbing at his head and ears. "Still, I guess we... um, you... have to."\n\nYou nod slowly, take a deep breath, then hook your thumbs into the waistband of both your pants and boxers. You bend forward to shove them both down at once and step out of them. You straighten up and kick the black silk aside, blushing even brighter as you see that Akane's trying not to look at your bare lower half, despite having already wound up seeing it on any number of occasions. You glance both at her and Richard, who seems to be watching you with rapt curiosity, then sigh and start unbuttoning your shirt.\n\n"H-hey, do you really need to get naked?!" \n\n"Well, I mean... that does it for most guys!" you reply, fidgeting, the motions causing your tits to jiggle under the looser fabric of your shirt. "Besides, I don't want him to rip my shirt!" With that, you shrug out of it, full breasts wobbling. You glance below Richard, and see that he does have a bit of pinkish-red poking out of his sheath. "... But not enough."\n\n"Maybe you have to... you know... rub it a bit," Akane says sheepishly as she straightens up. \n\nWrestling mentally with yourself, you finally get to your knees at the dog's side. Rubbing his back with one hand, you lean forward and reach under him with the other hand, tentatively cupping it over his fuzzy sheath and starting to rub. Sure enough that seems to help, as more and more of his cock starts slipping out. Then you gasp a little, looking over your shoulder as you feel fingertips stroking up and down your slit. "A-Akane, what are you doing?!"\n\n"You, you can't just have him go in dry!" she huffs from where she's gotten on her knees and leaned over your back a bit. Your fiancee blushes as she continues to stroke her fingers over your pussy gently... but obviously with more than a little knowledge of how to get a girl wet, since that's exactly what's happening to you. You muffle a moan as her fingertips slide ever more smoothly along your hairless lower lips. "You'd, you know, get hurt."\n\nFlicking your tongue over your lips and then letting your teeth worry at one a bit, you look forward again... and stare. Richard seems to be fully unsheathed now, and he's... big. Very big. Definitely bigger than you as a guy! Not just long, but thick, the glistening, red, veiny thing wide and then tapering down to a point that's dripping a bit. You glance at the dog's face, where he's panting and looking at you eagerly, and then back to that huge dog dick jutting just in front of where your hand's resting.\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't do this!|FRanX]]\n\n[[You have to do this.|FRanX15x7]]

"I, uh, I think he's ready," you murmur, lowering both hands to rest on the floor... and gasping at the feeling of two of Akane's fingers sliding inside you, wiggling and squirming.\n\n"Yeah, so are you," she says with a rather husky thrum to her voice that makes you shiver again, almost wanting to slump as she draws her fingers back out. "So now we just need to get him to-" She blinks and moves out of the way as Richard gamely trots around behind you, and you let out a yelp of surprise as he leaps up and onto your back, forelegs wrapping around your middle. "Oh, well, I guess he gets the idea. Huh, kinda seems like he's done this before," she adds as the dog starts thrusting his hips, his cock poking at your now plump and dripping pussylips. Akane bites her lower lip, then reaches down and actually takes hold of that slick, hot dog cock and presses the tip into your slit.\n\n"W-wait, I dunno if I'm ready forrRRRRRRR!" you squeal as Richard near-instantly thrusts forward and practically buries himself inside you. Your eyes widen, your mouth hanging open in shock at the feeling, not even given a few seconds to adjust as the dog quickly begins pumping his hips hard and fast, apparently intending to fuck you like the beast he is. Virtually instantly, your tits are jiggling and wobbling underneath you, your ass is getting slapped by his furry hips, and your pussy is squirting out as that thick, bulging red rocket slams inside you. Your eyes roll as you try to process that not only do you actually have a cock in your pussy, it's not even a human one... and if you were going to forget that for even one second, Richard's fuzzy head with its long muzzle is tucked right next to your own, his panting right in your ear, tongue lolling over your shoulder. \n\n'But I'm a guy, but I'm a guy, but I'm a guy,' you find yourself desperately chanting internally, but it's impossible to ignore the feeling of your pussy being stretched and spread by that inhumanly-shaped puppy prick, the way it's stimulating you and getting you even wetter than Akane's stimulation already had, making you squirt out some with every thrust. Richard's paws pressing to your flat belly, his fuzzy legs rubbing against your dangling, jiggling tits, his drool running down your shoulder and his panting in your ear. And of course your own girlish gasps and moans, the way your hips are more and more wanting to shake and thrust back against him.\n\n<hr>\n[[Refuse to give in!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Enjoy the dogfucking.|FRanX15x8]]

The dildo is, as many are, shaped like a rather idealized cock, the phallus smooth and veinless, mostly a bright candy apple red with gold glitter all over it. You take a quick, somewhat ashamed glance around, then lift it out of its nest of panties with both hands (and in the process revealing several tubes of lube). It's not particularly big... maybe roughly the size of your own cock when hard. That thought, added to the mental image of Rei laying in bed naked, legs spread wide as she slips this shaft inside herself, moaning and bucking her hips as she fucks herself on it, soon has you rock hard again. You bite your lower lip, reaching down to give your stiff prick a squeeze through the layer of cloth covering it... then glancing down at the bottles of lube.\n\nSoon it's you who's laying naked on your back on the bed, cock jutting up in the air some as you squirt a long line of gel along the underside of the artificial penis. You're flushed with both embarrassment and desire as you wrap a hand around it and stroke it much as you would stroke your own, smearing the lube over it, coating every bit, before shifting up a bit on one side and moving the lubed-up dildo into place. You give a soft 'mmf', your cock twitching as you start pushing the thing inside yourself, your breathing coming in hot, quick huffs as you slide the toy into your ass. Your teeth worry your lower lip gently as you push it deeper and deeper in, until the firm molded balls are pressing up against your taint beneath your own sack. Then you begin pumping it in and out slowly, moaning lowly as you do. Your other hand moves to wrap around your stiff prick, the lube still fairly liberally coating your fingers and palm making it slippery and a bit cool as you stroke yourself, the thick, wet, lewd noises of pumping your prick with the jelly-like lube mingling with the similar but distinct sounds of you fucking your own ass with the pretty cosplayer's personal dildo.\n\n'Needa be quick, get done and get it cleaned off and put back before she gets back,' you think a little distantly, starting to quicken your strokes, both over your throbbing cock and of the toy into your ass. You rock your hips lightly back and forth, pushing yourself back towards your own pumping of the toy and forward into the strokes of your hand. "It feels really good though," you can't help but moan out loud, pushing the dildo all the way inside yourself and rubbing at the base to make it wiggle around inside you, your eyes closed to focus on the pleasure.\n\n"Thanks, it's basically my favorite, after all," Rei's wry-sounding voice answers you.\n\nYour eyes shoot open, taking in the sight of her standing, still in costume, at the foot of the bed. Her arms are folded over her chest and she's smirking at you. You're not even sure whether it's the shock, or the sight of her in that tight, sexy cosplay, or if you were just almost there, but you give somewhere between a yelp and a long moan as your ass clenches hard around the dildo, your cock twitching in your hand as you fire long ropes of cum out and over the sheets. There's nothing you can do to stop it, trembling in humiliation and shame and pleasure as Rei just watches you spill your load on her bed with her dildo buried in your ass.\n\nAfter you've stopped cumming you just sort of lay there, curling in a little bit on yourself sheepishly. Eventually Rei giggles. "Well~, I would have preferred you <i>asked</i> to borrow it first, but... it wasn't exactly a bad sight to come back to," she murmurs, licking her red-painted lips lightly as she raises a gloved finger to tap her chin. \n\n"S-sorry," you murmur, your face solid red.\n\n"Hm. Normally I might not just blurt out a question like this, but considering the situation..." Her eyes rove over your body, making you squirm again before she looks at your face, still smirking. "So, do you like boys? Or do you still like girls, but just getting done in the ass too?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Boys.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Girls.|HLSenshi23x2]]

You're not quite sure about the exhibitionism aspect, but... fucking dogs and getting extra money? That's too good to pass up. "I guess I'll do the webcam helicopter thing."\n\n"I was actually hoping you might. After all, I get to keep copies of the sessions as well," Amarie coos, laughing lightly as you blush. "Alright, down the hall on the left, you'll spot a door labeled 'Webcam Maintenance', Jessie will be waiting for you there."\n\nYou nod and head out, keeping your eyes to the left and eventually spotting the aforementioned door. You push it open and spot Jessie sitting at a desk with several flatscreen monitors arranged on it, clicking the mouse. She's changed out of her T-shirt and tiny shorts, and is instead wearing a bright purple-pink and black corset-type garment, zipped up the front and sitting snug around her middle, proffering her breasts up prominently and, well, drawing attention to the fact that it's the only thing she's wearing. She glances up at your approach, grinning. "Oh, hey. Boss-lady called ahead that I should expect you. So you're gonna be helping me out today, huh?"\n\n"Yeah." You nod slightly, shifting back and forth in place. You wonder just how long it takes for people to get so completely nonchalant about showing off their naked bodies while talking about having sex with animals. Or maybe these people are just weirdos? ... But then, here you are, trying your best to be one of those weirdos, so who are you to judge? "So, um, what exactly is involved?"\n\n"Well here, first off, get out of your shirt and shoes," Jess says as she gets up and moves over to a large metal cabinet, opening it up and rummaging around as you obey. "So what this program is, is that some of the owners pay a <i>lot</i> of money to not only monitor their dogs, but have these little shows put on with their dogs. Some of them get off on it, some of them just think their little darling babies enjoy it or it helps them be obedient come showtime or whatever. Some of them are okay with whatever... they just want to see their dogs fuck someone, though most specify they want a girl. Ah, here we go." She steps back slightly and proffers you the unzipped version of the corset-thing she's wearing. "Here, put this on. Helps avoid getting clawed up, while still obviously showing off."\n\nYou wrap the garment around your middle, fiddling with it awkwardly until Jess moves in to help, continuing to speak as she does. "Now, some of them do have particular special requests, which they pay even more money for and we get better bonuses for. Sometimes it's no big deal, like, they just want us to get fucked missionary-style by the dog a few times, or they want us to say particular things during it." She snaps the zipper into place and pulls it up, and though it's nowhere near as tight as a 'proper' corset, you do feel it snugging around your middle and pressing tightly around you, until it's fastened and sits under your breasts, constantly reminding you of how exposed everything around it is. Jess grins at you. "Like shouting 'Yes, give me your puppies, I want your puppies', that's very popular."\n\nYou blush brightly at that, then laugh a little. "I guess you'd rather be begging for... kittens? Cubs?"\n\n"Alas," she replies breezily, making a show of briefly putting the back of her hand to her forehead, before snickering. "Here, you'll want one of these too," she adds, snagging something off the desk and proffering it... a simple around-the-eyes mask, which you think is called a domino mask or something. "Just press it into place, it's sticky. I mean with that hair you'll still kind of stick out, but this gives you plausible deniability," she adds as you press the mask into place on your face. "I wouldn't be worried about being recognized, though. Anyone who uses Amarie's services knows enough to be discrete... and besides, if they did something dumb and outed you, they'd be in waaaay more trouble than you."\n\n"Funny, sounds like they're the sort of people that don't have to worry about getting in trouble," you mutter as you pat at the mask, tugging a little worriedly at one of your dyed tips.\n\n"Yeah but remember, boss-lady doesn't just have dirt on them, she has connections to a lot of other people like that," Jess points out. "It's not like she makes threats or uses that kind of power ever, from what I've seen, but I would imagine most people have figured out she can do that and aren't likely to risk it." She snags another domino mask out of the cabinet and presses it into place on her own face, with the motions of someone that's done that particular action every day for some time. "Mm, aren't we the glamorous pair, huh?" she offers, grinning and throwing an arm around your shoulder to haul you against her side playfully, making your bare breast bump against hers. "We either look like we're on our way to a glamorous orgy, or a naughty superhero duo."\n\nYou laugh, which does help you relax a little. Jess guides you through a door into the room next door, which is a mostly plain area with lots of things stacked up and arranged along the wall to your right. "Everything past that yellow strip on the floor is visible on webcam. Lots of views, too," Jess notes as she heads over to a shelf and picks up a computer tablet, tapping at the screen a few times. "Sometimes the specific requests require, y'know, props or staging or whatever. Can't do anything super-elaborate in here, but like I said we don't have any of those today anyway. Alright, I see who's first up, I'll go get him. Now, you want to take the first one, or you want me to and you can just help out?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll take the first one.|GGDog]]\n\n[[You'll help.|GGDog]]

They do look kind of nice, nicer than the last time you had them out of the box... maybe the weird capitalization is because they're made in-store and that's the equivalent of naming them something a bit different? You glance around once more to make sure no one's in sight and that you don't seem to be on camera, and slip a hand into the plastic container.\n\n<hr>\n[[Grab one.|GGCandy1bx2]]\n\n[[Grab two.|GGCandy1cx1]]

"What's the real story behind why you're doing this?" you ask, trying to ignore your muscles spasming. "You told me you didn't like people like City Guard because they're arrogant and thoughtless... but you can't have just woken up one day and seen him and decided to destroy him. Things aren't that simple."\n\n"You are an insightful girl, how wonderful. Well. Let me give you the proper answer you deserve." Cupping her chin, Alexa paces back and forth for a moment before continuing to talk, wandering around the room to look at various things as she does. "My father owned a small newspaper in Ironworks... the name Palladium City used to have, decades ago. It had a few dozen employees, and he'd inherited it from his father before him and could barely afford to update it to something approaching modern at the time. He had one very simple rule... real journalism. Real investigation. You reported the facts as you found them and left bias at the door as much as humanly possible. If you couldn't confirm it and weren't willing to cite sources, you didn't print it." She pauses in front of a large bank of monitors playing various newscasts and programs, letting her eyes wander upward. "Over the years I watched him be attacked, not only for the truth he printed, but for the lies he refused to print. Because he refused to be bought out or to be used as a tool to push what other media outlets would, they used themselves... they used the 'news'... as a weapon against him. And I watched him sink into depression and ill health as he nevertheless refused to compromise his values, as he insisted on doing his best to inform people as what he loved... journalism... was wielded as the instrument of his death."\n\nShe's quiet for a moment, before shrugging and turning back towards you. "At his funeral, I made up my mind. If the media was the weapon they'd used against my father, if they'd slipped journalism like a knife between his ribs, I would do the same to them. Running stories on the private lives of other journalists, printing unsubstantiated rumors about unfriendly politicians, puff pieces towards ones I liked and that would help me, I did it all. I didn't kid myself that any of it was moral or upright in the least," she adds as she walks back towards you. "But it was they who set the standards, not I. They made the rules, and I watched as they gnashed their teeth and guzzled gin because I had become better at playing by those rules than they had. In the twenty years since my father's death, that single newspaper grew into a worldwide media group, with dozens of news branches, movie studios, publishing houses, if it can be read, watched, or listened to, my company makes it. And under my influence, Ironworks grew from a failing steelbelt city into a bustling economic powerhouse where people came to make their fortunes in any of the hundreds of businesses I'd brought racing to town to serve my employees or show off by competing with me, and more power to each and every one of them!"\n\nAlexa's lips press together and her eyes darken, though, as she obviously broods a moment before she continues. "And then the City Guard showed up. Flying about, catching criminals, smiling for the cameras. And what is one of the first things he does when he gives an interview? Mention in an offhanded, dismissive way how my news group isn't real news, isn't sincere journalism. Trying to use his so-called moral authority to attack me just because he can bend metal in his hands. He tosses the city a handful of litter-cleaning robots and force fields that are good for little more than letting architects design eyesore skyscrapers, and they praise him, they laud him, they all but worship him. Decades I spent revitalizing this city and making it a decent place to live, and he tosses a few trinkets at them and flies around with his cut jaw and they actually rename the place to better suit and promote him."\n\nShe lets out a huff through her nose as Dr. Life reaches over to lay a hand on her shoulder. "I have never grudged anyone their success, whether inherited or worked for. But that... phony, that bilious fraud flying about smashing buildings in my city in the name of doing good, and then lecturing people from his high horse... no, I couldn't take it. To have someone who has likely done no more than win some genetic lottery wag his finger at me as if he were a scolding parent. To do the same to others I pitted myself against, people I respected even in the midst of trying to destroy them professionally, looking at him as he hovered above the city looking at it as if he'd built it, as if it were his, instead of <i>mine</i>!" she ends with a snarl, pounding a fist against her chest. Then she visibly pulls herself back, letting her hand drop. "For all that I might have done that was immoral, I never looked down on the 'little people'. But to him we're all the little people, and he looks down on us. The best we can expect if he hurts us is..."\n\nHer mouth twists briefly, before she looks up and cants her head slightly in acknowledgement. "Is a sad expression and an 'I'm sorry'."\n\nYou nod slowly, your own jaw working a little. That part, you more than understand.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Why me?|FemPalV1x1b]]\n\n[[What do I do after?|FemPalV1x1c]]\n\n[[Who is Dr. Life?|FemPalV1x1d]]\n\n[["Wife"?|FemPalV1x1e]]\n\n[[That's it.|FemPalV1x2]]

"Why me? I mean, me specifically," you add, wincing a little as a pincher-tipped armature plucks one of the pins from your legs, the small hole dribbling a line of blood before it closes up. "From the sounds of it I'm not exactly the first person to get hurt in a superhero fight."\n\n"No, but you were the first one to show your fire, your anger, to the one responsible for your injuries," Alexa answers, smiling a bit again as she tucks her hands behind her back. "I keep an eye on everyone injured in these incidents... I try to help them where I can, making sure the right doctors are available to them, that things like aid and scholarships are sent their way. Many forgive easily, especially when it's the City Guard showing up to give his solemn apologies. They nod or relent, or even apologize to <i>him</i> for getting in the way of his battles. One boy seemed to think it a positively small price to pay to lose an arm to meet an authentic 'superhero'." The auburn-haired woman snorts, then shrugs. "Others reacted with fear. They shrank from their 'heroes', quivering, blurting out that it was fine, they didn't hold a grudge, some even blurting the 'Please don't hurt me!' that was clearly on the minds of other such mewlers. They saw only the power that had hurt them and cringed from it like a timid whipped dog."\n\n"But not me," you murmur, unable to help grinning a little.\n\n"No dear, not you. Laying there in your bed, broken and in pain, you did not flinch from someone who can bend steel girders between his hands. Showed what the might of even his negligence could do, let alone his purpose, you held your back straight and struck back with your mind and even your fists. You spit in the face of a god, girl... you're exactly the one I've been waiting for."\n\n<hr>\n[[Why are you really doing all this?|FemPalV1x1a]]\n\n[[What do I do after?|FemPalV1x1c]]\n\n[[Who is Dr. Life?|FemPalV1x1d]]\n\n[["Wife"?|FemPalV1x1e]]\n\n[[That's it.|FemPalV1x2]]

"What happens after? After this... treatment or whatever?"\n\n"Well that really depends on you." Alexa shifts her hands to ride her hips, quirking her eyebrows. "This isn't something we're doing to put you in our debt, we've no intention of leashing you or turning you into some sort of minion. Now, should you choose to work with us afterward, we'll clearly be able to offer numerous benefits, what with you being right by our side. But should you choose to make your own way, we will let you step out into the world on your own... with the understanding, of course, that you not tell anyone where you received your powers."\n\n"Oh, blame me all you like!" Dr. Life adds cheerfully, even laughing softly as she glances up and winks her blue eye at you. "I've already been several 'origin stories', no one will blink an eye at that. We simply ask that it's Alexa's name you keep out of it."\n\n"True," the auburn-haired woman allows. "While I do occasionally 'get my hands dirty', as it were, I prefer to keep my identity secret when I do. For the safety of my family and my employees, obviously... as much as they might tout their moral high ground, most 'superheroes' would almost instantly take to figuring out a way to use those I care about against me... in a way that let them keep a clear conscience, of course," she adds, rolling her eyes.\n\n"It's really rather frightful, the things they'll rationalize doing," the scantily-clad woman beside her adds, shaking her head. "If you're going to do something that you know is wrong, you should at least admit to yourself that it's wrong and that you want or need to do it anyway. Figuring out how to 'rules lawyer' yourself into righteousness while doing almost the exact same thing a 'villain' would do in the situation... that's just sick!"\n\n"To that end, what you do with your healed body and new abilities after we release you, that's up to you," Alexa picks up. "You should have the freedom to decide the person you'll be, without the influence of those who hold themselves mightier than you. Become a hero yourself, rob banks, do as your own conscience dictates with what you've been offered."\n\n<hr>\n[[Why are you really doing all this?|FemPalV1x1a]]\n\n[[Why me?|FemPalV1x1b]]\n\n[[Who is Dr. Life?|FemPalV1x1d]]\n\n[["Wife"?|FemPalV1x1e]]\n\n[[That's it.|FemPalV1x2]]

"So I guess I know who you are... or I thought I did," you murmur, shifting your gaze from Alexa to the well-endowed woman beside her. "But I've never heard of you... no offense."\n\n"None taken," the gold-clad woman chirps.\n\n"The growing population of 'costumes' in Palladium City is not something I deliberately perpetuate beyond it," Alexa explains, glancing briefly at her wife and then up at you again. "In fact I do what I can to minimize the outside world's exposure to what happens here. Can you imagine the reaction people would have to a man that can fly, walk through fire unscathed, and punch holes in solid steel?"\n\n"There'd be a huge fan following. No," you correct yourself, brow furrowing. "... There'd be cults."\n\n"Yes. Some would worship him. Others would admire him without thought or reason. Still others would hate him without thought or reason. He would become an object to be argued over in global politics, a justification for a superhuman arms race on a worldwide scale. This one musclebound jackanape has the potential to rip our entire society apart just because he can't keep his face out from in front of a camera when he has the opportunity to lecture us on who we should be." She gives her head a rueful shake. "Over time, of course, it will leak out. It will spread. Others will spring up to emulate him, still more to challenge him and them... some of those, like me, will be thoughtful and sincere in wanting to oppose the danger and hubris he represents, others will just want the glory of being able to say they traded fists with him and wreaked havok in the process."\n\n"And every city in the world will have to risk powered battles in the street," you growl.\n\n"Yes, dear. Even Deviville would likely see at least some level of vigilantes facing off against gun-wielding criminals. What might the consequences be then?" Alexa shrugs. "But as to Maria..."\n\n"My passion is genetics," the black-haired woman picks up with a smile. "To see if there are any limits to what can be done with the human DNA structure. So far, I haven't found any. Even untouched, it holds so much potential, can do so many things, things we've barely even glimpsed through evolution and mutation. Not only the human genome, but those of animals, viruses, what all these things can do when mixed together. Science for the sake of science, in truth... knowledge for the sake of knowledge, experimentation for the sake of experimentation. Does mixing the DNA of a human and a shrimp have any positive benefits? Who cares!" she adds with a delighted laugh. "I just want to see what happens! That's my personal truth, and I'm not interested in letting anyone else's laws or personal ethics structure stand in the way of my truth."\n\n"So no curing cancer with your advanced techniques, huh?" you can't help but say rather dryly.\n\n"I suppose I could, but I don't feel any responsibility to just because I could," she answers breezily. "I'm not a slave to my own abilities, they are tools to use as I see fit. They don't let me do what I have to, they let me do what I want to. And I don't want to cure cancer, I want to turn people into dinosaurs."\n\n<hr>\n[[Why are you really doing all this?|FemPalV1x1a]]\n\n[[Why me?|FemPalV1x1b]]\n\n[[What do I do after?|FemPalV1x1c]]\n\n[["Wife"?|FemPalV1x1e]]\n\n[[That's it.|FemPalV1x2]]

"Go on, I'll be right behind you, don't worry. I'll keep you safe," you whisper encouragingly, doing your best to give her a kind smile. Maybe it comes out a bit wrong because she actually blushes, but she does indeed drop to the ground and start wriggling her way under the tent flap. You do your best not to focus on her cute ass wagging around under the thin layer of cotton she's wearing... you don't need to try and make that crawl with a hardon, after all.\n\nOnce she's out, you slip out after her rather more dextrously, getting through the little hole in about a second. Rising carefully to your feet you take a quick glance around, spotting the lights of torches and campfires obscured by tents, and the dark forest ahead. Silently urging the girl on with a hand on her back, you begin guiding her through the night. Your body apparently knows woodcraft even if you don't, instinctively stepping over fallen branches and avoiding brush, and helping your frightened companion along.\n\nIt's almost five minutes before you have to muffle a curse. You didn't take the spear! You're not sure what's out here in these woods, but having a weapon would be nice. Especially if the camp has people like you in it, and they decide to come after the two of you. Or you could have at least put on some clothes! ... If you even wear clothes, normally.\n\nYou're not sure how much time passes, but eventually you notice that the girl is starting to stumble more often and she just can't keep up with you even as well as she could at the outset. You slow and finally stop, tugging on her shoulder. You can't see her face, but her body language radiates relief as she comes to a stop, wobbling a bit on her feet.\n\nObviously, you have to stop for the night. But even without the knowledge of woodcraft your body apparently possesses, you know that just sleeping out in the open like this would be a bad idea. The question is, what should you do instead?\n\n<hr>\n[[Climb a tree.|ShemaleBarbarian3x2]]\n\n[[Find a cave.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

"Alright. I raise one hand and I grunt, and I say 'Hello, human female. Though your hips are narrow you seem fertile and likely to give some virile male many offspring.'" You're barely suppressing your laughter at Dean's dumbstruck look, focusing instead on rolling a d20. "It's a common bit of praise for females where he comes from. Twenty-four diplomacy for it to be taken as intended."\n\n"Buh?" Dean blinks. "Did you roll a twenty?"\n\n"I rolled a four." You give him an innocent smile as his jaw goes slack again. "Hey, barbarians don't have a lot of class skills to spend points on, so I took the 'Charming' and 'Ease of Faith' traits to get bonuses to his diplomacy. I also didn't dump-stat his CHA, it's one of his better stats really."\n\n"O-oh. Um. ... Okay then." Dean looks at his screen, and after a moment shrugs helplessly. "So, um, you comment on her... her hips, and fertility, and she... I mean, I guess she'd probably look stunned or something for a minute, then she composes herself and says... 'I thank you, brave warrior, but I am sworn to chastity as a member of my order.'" He even blushes a bit again when he says 'chastity', the poor guy really is kind of adorable. "... Right, uh, so she goes on to say, 'I am on my way to the city of Mirabel. They have lately come under the depredations of an awful dragon, who has killed many of their people and destroyed much of their property. The king has become desperate and offers a considerable reward of either five million gold coins or a million gold coins and the hand of the princess to whoever can slay the beast. Though I am already bound to obey the laws of this land and the orders of its rulers, the money would be a great boon to the church in alleviating the suffering of the people in its many parishes. Still, I would not deceive others out of the chance to seek their own fortune, it would not be kind.'"\n\nYou have to give it to Dean, his NPC dialog is a little on the stereotypical side but he's good at getting into the flow of it. (When you or another player isn't throwing a stick in the spokes of his bicycle.) Okay, so, she is a cleric it sounds like, and proffering you a quest hook.\n\n<hr>\n[["Alright, I'll look into it."|CyanDDD]]\n\n[["Let's kill it together."|CyanDDD]]

Sighing heavily, you raise your hands in a sign of surrender. "Oh, <i>fine</i>. Fine, whatever, yeah, let's play instead."\n\nDean lets out a heavy sigh of relief. "Oh good. I mean, um, I'm sure I can run something really fun for us, and I'm looking forward to that, so um..." He grabs up a notebook and rips out a piece of paper, scribbling some stuff on it. "Here, use these stats and stuff and, um, you've got a character builder and stuff?"\n\n"Yeah," you answer, still a bit nonplussed but accepting the paper. You quirk an eyebrow as you look over it... yeah, you were expecting him to be fairly generous since it's a solo adventure, but it looks like he overcompensated just a little. Probably still trying to placate you. "So what race restrictions, or...?"\n\n"Um, y'know, whatever you want."\n\nOho, he's definitely giving you a lot of leeway. ... You can't help but think that you'd like to use it to give him just a little hell. Like, not be <i>mean</i>, but you are still a bit frustrated over not getting to sate your curiosity. It's actually almost like getting cut off when you were just on the verge of climax and then having to act normal. ... Hm. Maybe you can make him share some of that same frustration. Or something. Just a bit. You consider several of the pieces of partly-done art stored on your tablet, then grin and mentally select one. You quickly use the stats and notes given to you by Dean to write up the character in the program, then slip your art tablet out of your bag and boot it up, connecting it to the laptop before taking your stylus and starting to work.\n\n"Um?" Dean asks as he glances up from his own laptop, clearly in the midst of putting things together.\n\n"Oh, don't mind me," you answer, continuing to work, and trying to keep the smirk off your face. "I've just got some character art I've been working on that I want to use as my character, I'm just gonna put some finishing touches on it while you're getting ready."\n\nDean perks up a bit at that, obviously cheered by your enthusiasm, and quickly gets back to his work. 'Oh sweet summer child,' you think with a snicker, turning your attention back to your work and drawing a few particularly lewd curvatures. You're being a bad tabletopper, you know, by going all 'magical realm' on Dean just to tease him, but you'll make it up to him later, you figure.\n\n"Alright, I think I'm ready," Dean says, indeed about an hour after the two of you sat down. "How about you?"\n\n"Yup." You tap 'Save', then lift the tablet and turn it."This is-"\n\n<hr>\n[["Cybil, my Succubus Sorceress."|CyanDDD1x2]]\n\n[["Slam, my Beastman Barbarian."|CyanDDD2x1]]

Yup, running away and joining the circus seems like a great option. Besides, just think of the years of jokes you'll be able to make about it once you've become a "proper" adult or whatever! \n\nPutting together a general idea of which way the circus that came through town went, you set off, able to grab a few bus rides and do a fair bit of walking. Eventually one night as evening approaches, you can see the lights and distantly hear the sounds that you'd associate with the constant party of a circus in full swing. You begin passing parked cars and other people as you walk along the gravel road, and start to notice that there's quite a lot of them. Way more than there were when you saw the one back in town. \n\nAs you approach you notice that the circus itself seems much larger, practically like a small city. There seem to be multiple gates set up, each with their own unique hawker calling for people to come their way. You stop and take a glance around, then notice a girl a few years your senior who's parked herself sitting on a wooden fence that was clearly there long before the circuses arrived. She has shoulder-length dark hair, and is wearing a tight red midriff-baring shirt under a black leather jacket, and battered, ripped blue jeans with workboots. The bored look in her blue eyes as she smokes her cigarette says there's no excitement to be had for her at the sight of a massive circus... maybe she works here?\n\nYou walk over, clearing your throat a little to get her to look towards you. "Hi. I don't want to bother you too much, but... uh, do you know what's going on with all this?"\n\nShe snorts out a small cloud of smoke, then shrugs. "Three circuses got to the grounds out here at once. After a bit of initial slapfighting, they decided to all three set up together rather than driving two off. Big mess if you ask me."\n\n"Wow, three?" You look over. "There was just one back in Deviville, and it was pretty big."\n\n"Deviville, huh? That was Whackum & Whaley, over there," the girl says, bobbing her head towards the gate on the right, which has a rather beautiful girl her own age in a close-fitting version of a traditional ringmaster's outfit, gesturing grandly as she declares the benefits of her circus. "Pretty 'traditional' circus, though of course it's got its underbelly," she adds in a musing tone that can't help but make you raise your eyebrows.\n\n"Huh. What's that middle one?" you ask, pointing at the gate manned by a female clown with comically large breasts that bobble and wave around like helium balloons with her exuberant dancing, while a pair of very short men (little people, that's the right term, right?) in their own clown getups do acrobatics.\n\n"The Stellar Circus, their big thing is fancy effects and wild sights. Lots of bright colors, lots of energy, lots of shiny things and glowing stuff." The girl wiggles her fingers in its general direction, plucking the cigarette from her mouth and tossing it to the gravel, then going through the process of lighting another.\n\n"And before you ask," she continues as she pats one out from the pack, nodding her head towards the black-haired woman in sinister black and crimson skull facepaint, smoking sticks of incense braided into her hair, her body clad in a tight, shiny bodysuit with a glowing red skeleton printed on it, the only thing she's wearing over it a version of a short tuxedo coat with long tails, its front framing rather than covering her breasts. "That's the Cirques du Deprave. Very edgy, very dark, one of the only circuses around that'll still dare to have a freak show in this day and age."\n\n"Wow."\n\nAs she inhales on her cigarette to get the tip properly glowing, the girl eyes you up and down. "No parents in sight, layered clothes that look like they haven't been changed in at least a few days, little on the underfed side. Lemme guess, you ran off to join the circus?" At your sheepish expression, she snorts. "Well at least you look serious about it, rather than the kids that show up here in short pants after running off because mommy and daddy wouldn't buy them a stuffed elephant. Alright, my name's Tara. I'll see about getting you some work?"\n\nThat makes you perk up. "Really?"\n\n"Seriously. Which place were you thinking of working with?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Whackum & Whaley.|Circus]]\n\n[[The Stellar Circus.|StarCircStart]]\n\n[[Cirques du Deprave.|Circus]]

"Side Two, then, I suppose. Sir," you add quickly enough.\n\n"Good choice. Like I said, though, don't let any of 'em push you around. Here." He fishes out a green plastic notebook and passes it over. "This's your work schedule, it's got everything you need ta do and exactly how ya should do it. Do exactly as it says, work your hardest, get through as much as y'can."\n\n"Yes, Sir."\n\nOnce breakfast is finished, the two of you head out and down the packed dirt path that Ma'am told you led to Side Two and your first assignment. Sandy wiggles her tan fingers in a 'gimme' motion. "Let me see the instructions."\n\n"'Kay, here you go." You pass the notebook over as the two of you start to approach a fairly standard-looking red barn. "What's first?"\n\n"First page is 'Bovines'. It says here that there's one cow and one bull. It says to make sure to work together and do everything in order. First thing on the list is 'Milk the bull.'" Sandy stops walking, squinting at the page and then glancing at you. "'Milk the bull'? That has to be a typo, right?"\n\n"I'd asume so, yeah. Sounds like a gross joke I heard otherwise."\n\n"It must mean 'Milk the cow'. No, wait, it says that on the second item. Here, look."\n\nYou lean in to look at the book from the side. The full text of the numbered instructions does in fact read:\n\n<i>1. Milk the bull. (Only let him go once, and only use hands and mouth.)\n\n2. Milk the cow and give her satisfaction. (You can both milk and satisfy her at once, at your discretion. Make sure not to drink any unpasteurized milk.)\n\n3. Fill the feed bins and make sure the entertainment's distributed.</i>\n\n"These instructions are weird as hell," you mutter, shaking your head.\n\n"Yeah. Oh well, I guess we'll figure it out when we get there," Sandy replies with a shrug, both of you continuing on up to the barn and entering.\n\nYou both stop and stare at what you see in the stalls. Rather than the four-legged animals you were expecting, there are upright... things!... in the opposite stalls. On the right is a massive masculine figure, easily over seven feet tall, bulky with muscle and covered in shiny but coarse-looking black fur. Its head mostly resembles a bull's, but there's some human factor to the features as well, with big intelligent eyes set above its slightly altered muzzle and between the curved horns on either side of its head. In the opposite stall is a similar being, except a white-with-black-splotches cow female. She's shorter than the bull but still over six feet tall, and with massive humanlike tits to go along with the huge pink udder dangling from her belly. Both are completely naked save for golden rings piercing their noses and differently-colored tags on their ears.\n\n"Oh, new hands, huh?" the bull says in a deep, booming voice, grinning. He approaches the gate of his stall, and slaps something against it using one big, three-fingered hand. Looking through the slats of the gate, you can see that it's his huge cock... not quite human-shaped but not quite animal, either, with a pointier, longer head and visibly bulging veins. "Cute, too, not bad. Well, get on with it, it's time for my 'milking'!"\n\nYou look at Sandy, stunned, and she returns a near-identical look. Certainly not what you were expecting... on any level!\n\n<hr>\n[[Nope on out of there.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[If you've gotta do it, divide the labor. Get Sandy to take care of the bull while you take care of the cow.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[The instructions said to work together. So... both of you take care of the bull.|RFMH1x4]]

'Sir' did say that he expected you to behave... you're not sure whether staying in bed unless you absolutely have to get up counts under that, but you decide to err on the side of caution. Clambering fully under the covers, you settle in and fall truly asleep.\n\nYou're awoken by both a rooster crowing and a bell ringing, and do your best to promptly, if groggily, stagger out of bed. You do have to wait for the bathroom, but when you get your turn you find new clothes waiting for you. The jeans, t-shirt, and flannel shirt are all at least two sizes too big, but there's a belt for the jeans so with some judicious rolling-up it will all work.\n\n"Yeah, we'll have to get you some things of our own instead of wearing stuff from old hands, soon enough," Ma'am says at breakfast, Sandy having been nudged into helping her lay out the food.\n\n"Right now it'll just be you two, but don't worry, between automation and the two of us being old hands, we'll get everything done. You two just make sure to work good an' hard, put your all inta it, and it'll work out," Sir adds, gesturing with a piece of bacon. "Got me?"\n\n"Yes, Sir," you and Sandy chorus again, both of you exchanging a bit of a grin again.\n\n"Alright, we've got two areas of the farm, what we call Side Four and Side Two. Now, Side Two animals are a mite easier to work with for beginners, they communicate a tad easier."\n\nYou and Sandy exchange a glance as she sits down next to you, wondering what 'communicate easier' could mean. But Sir apparently doesn't feel the need to explain before he continues.\n\n"Still, they can also be a mite more demandin', an' they'll do their best ta get away with a lot more if ya don't take a firm hand with 'em. The livestock on Side Four's a bit more easygoin' but you'll be a bit more on yer own dealin' with 'em. I'll let you two decide where you'll begin."\n\nYou exchange looks with Sandy again. She doesn't seem inclined to speak up, so you suppose it's up to you to make a decision based on that rather confusing information.\n\n<hr>\n[[Side Two.|RFMH1x3]]\n\n[[Side Four.|RFMHplaceholder]]

You shift in your seat, as do a number of the others. This really isn't sounding good. As if aware that she might have hit the point of laying on the hopelessness too thick, Mejat adjusts her glasses and turns to the 'class', speaking to you directly for the first time.\n\n"Important takeaways from this: do not waste headshots or attempt to go for what seem like vital areas. Fiends are only hurt by doing enough damage to the cell colony that it loses cohesion, in other words, if you shoot them enough they will die. Concentrate on large targets or anything that is an obvious and immediate threat, such as claws, stingers, or mouths. Do not assume that you are safe by getting to a well-lit area, but know that Fiends will always prefer dark areas over bright ones and, when possible, choose where you go accordingly. Fiends often provoke a fight-or-flight response in the majority of sentients, it is important to temper that so that you do not panic. The best response to Fiends is 'both'... when possible, fire upon them while retreating towards a more well-lit area. If that is not possible, it is preferable to stand your ground and fire upon them as much as possible, you have a much better chance of doing enough damage to cause dissolution than you do of outrunning a Fiend. Whatever biological reason the organisms have for joining into colonies and becoming Fiends, the most effective part of doing so is to cause their prey to panic. If you do not panic, you are nullifying one of their greatest advantages."\n\nShe talks for a little bit longer about various basic tactics for dealing with Fiends, then goes into things like the ration packs they use, the basic medical kits and equipment in your belt, where alarms are for if you spot a Fiend, and other various things having to do with the base operation. Finally she wraps up with a still subdued, "You'll have occasional classes in some of these, but those will mostly be handled by FEARs who have been here at least several months. Please avoid needing my services." With that she tucks her hands into the pockets of her coat and turns on her heel, walking back out. Well, that's that apparently.\n\nBasdot rises from his squat in the corner and lumbers over to stand by another door. "Newbie barracks are on the three floors below this one. Hope you can do stairs because there's two lifts in the entire place and you don't get to use either of them. Form a line and get your room assignment. If you get assigned with someone you hate, try not to kill each other. If you get assigned with someone you like, try not to fuck each other until you've had your med checkup."\n\nThe line forms up about as raggedly as you'd expect from a mix of petty offenders and apparently hardened criminals, but when Basdot gives an almost subaudial growl everyone tightens it up a fair bit. They shuffle past with him muttering to them as they go, and when you get up one of his eyes rotates to look at you independently of the other and he rumbles, "LaChance, 317."\n\nYou make your way out of the room, and to the open arch that you see a few other orange-clad people going through. The stairwell is simple and a little dingy, but possibly the most well-lit you've ever been in, with full ceiling light panels above, lights set into the solid rails, and even lights along the meeting of the floor and wall. It might almost be a little cheery if you didn't know <i>why</i> they were avoiding a space like this having large dark spots. 'No wonder they only have two elevators, lighting the shafts must be a pain,' you think as you descend. The first floor you come to says 'Dorm 1', so you continue down two more until you arrive at 'Dorm 3', and head down the hall. 317 is easy enough to find, and the door slides open at your approach. You blink a little at the sight of a white-pantied butt sticking up in the air, with a purple tail raised above it. A moment later the catgirl from before straightens up from what she was doing, and mutters, "Great."\n\n'We're getting off to a fun start,' you think, suppressing a sigh as you step in and let the door close. 'Cramped' is probably a polite word for it. The only thing that could really be called 'furniture' in the room are the two metal shelves with thin pads atop them and folded grey blankets with a meager pillow resting at one end. A space roughly the same width as the shelves runs down the space between them, and at the foot of each is a dingy, battered metal footlocker of light grey metal, with probably just enough space between it and the wall to kneel down and open it. Other than that, there are some pegs on the wall above the bed, and it looks like after mostly undressing, the catgirl had been putting her rifle and blaster into place on them. Apparently they think it's a good idea for you to never be out of arm's reach of your weapon.\n\n"Hey," you try, shrugging out of the strap of your rifle and setting it on the bed so you can start undoing your coat, doing your best not to crowd her (not that it's easy in here). "I'm Cyan."\n\n"If you say so." She settles down to sit on her shelf-bed, ears a bit low and tail swishing back and forth. After a moment she adds, in a bit of a grumble, "Veronka."\n\nYou try to figure out where to go from that inauspicious start, distracting yourself by looking around until you find another peg for your coat. Hanging it up, you sit down to start undoing your boots. "So get this, I wound up here because I bought what I thought was a dumb costume in a store, and-"\n\n"I <i>don't care</i>," she snaps, cutting you off so abruptly you jerk back a little. She glowers at you, yellow eyes narrowed and hateful. "You heard them, we're all going to be dead before our sentence is up anyway, so you think I'm interested in some little snot who volunteered for this because she didn't want to spend a few more years doing dishes or mowing grass on one of the idyllic assignments on this planet? Fuck off," she adds acidly, turning and flumping onto her side with her back towards you, tail lashing at the air.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck this, get out of the room for awhile.|GGOri]]\n\n[[No, you can't let it sit like this.|GGSR6x5]]

"Yeah, well, I can't make you be friends with me," you say quietly after a minute, resting your hands on your lap. "And I'm not interested in trying to force you. But it sounds like as long as we're here, we're going to be together, stuck sharing a really small room. Which contains us and a bunch of weapons," you add in an attempt at levity, managing a small grin. "So we probably ought to at least be civil to each other, yeah? We don't have to be friends just to get along." She doesn't say anything, though you notice the lashing of her tail slows a little bit. Encouraged, you try to press on. "Look, let's start with something simple. I won't go into the whole story, I'll just say why I'm here. I pulled a gun on a Space Ranger, a guy who was technically my superior officer. What'd you do?"\n\nFor a minute you think that Veronka's just going to keep ignoring you. But finally there's a sulky mutter, directed at the wall: "Regicide."\n\nRegicide? You take a second to place that word. ... Wait, doesn't that mean killing a king? Or royalty or something? You blink, then simply say, "Huh." You don't really have a frame of reference to respond to that level of crime. Veronka shifts on her bed a little, not seeming either particularly calmed or agitated by your response. So you just nod and say, "Okay. Ah... since we do have to share this tiny room, anything I can do? Y'know, to make things better?"\n\nThere's another drawn-out silence, before she grumbles, "Take a shower. You stink."\n\n<hr>\n[[... Yeah okay.|GGSR6x6]]\n\n[[Oh that is IT!|GGOri]]

You open the notebook and flip past the first page, then sigh. "'Equines'."\n\n"Oh man, you're kidding. Is it like the first one?"\n\n"It looks like it. Here, see?" You point at the instructions.\n\n<i>1. There are two horses, both males. They both need release, but can be handled at the same time. (Only let them go once, don't let them talk you into more or into using more than your hands and mouth.)\n\n2. Once you've given them release, let them out into the pasture.\n\n3. Clean up the horse barn.\n\n4. Leave the door to the pasture open but make sure to close the barn doors.</i>\n\n"Yeah, no prize for guessing what 'release' means," Sandy mutters with a shake of her head as the two of you leave the cow barn and head towards the horse barn. "Man, this place is weird and perverted."\n\n"Yeah. Why do we have to get them off, anyway? They've got hands."\n\n"Maybe it's to haze us since we're new," Sandy speculates morosely.\n\nThe two of you push open the longer, lower barn and then pull the doors closed after you as you enter. While there are stalls a fair bit of the way down, there is a bit more open area here. Unlike the last two, the horses aren't waiting in their stalls, but standing in the area in the middle, both of them bent over a copy of Playboy, their cocks unsheathed but dangling down their thighs. Both are almost golden-brown with darker chestnut manes, looking nearly identical.\n\nWhen you and Sandy approach, they look up from the magazines, their ears perking and cocks starting to slowly rise. "Oh hey, newbies!"\n\n"Awesome. Hey, greenhorns, whassup?"\n\n"Uh, hey." You wave a bit. "We're here to, well..."\n\n"Yeah, totally, we know," the one on the left says eagerly, stamping a hoof as he turns towards you, his flare-headed dick jutting ahead of him. "Don't be embarrassed, man, you'll totally get used to it."\n\n"So, uh..." Sandy taps at her cheek with a finger as you set the notebook aside. "How do we wanna do this...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Get Sandy to handle them both while you clean up.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Handle them both yourself while Sandy cleans up.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Each of you handles one horse.|RFMHplaceholder]]

"Dude, I just got covered in man-juice, I am totally not turned on right now," you grumble, shaking your head and making a face as that dislodges a few drips of cum from your bangs.\n\n"Oh yeah? Well what's that then?" Sandy jibes, tilting her head towards your crotch a bit.\n\n"Well. That's... from watching the same thing happen to you."\n\nThat makes her face turn beet red, and after a moment she mutters something about getting the buckets and hurries back out of the stall, her head lowered. The blush has at least retreated to her cheeks when she returns and hands you a pair of them. "H-here. There's four buckets, so if we both fill two..."\n\n"Right." You grab one of the stools already in the stall and move to the cow woman's left side, setting down and resting one pale under her udder and one under her breast, Sandy copying your motion on the other side.\n\n"Imagine you'll want to start with the top bit, dearie, most greenhorns do," Bessie comments, leaning her head down to look at you in the arch between her arm and breast. "Just grip near where it meets the chest, then slide your hands down slow an' easy, applyin' gentle pressure as y'go."\n\nYou blush a little, but manage to say 'thanks' before reaching out and starting to do so. It really doesn't help your hardon that you're basically getting to stroke and rub and squeeze a very attractive human breast bigger than your head, sending streams of milk out of it and into the pale below. Or that Bessie starts letting out noises that are half moan and half moo as you do. \n\nThe cow woman's voice is pleasured as she explains to Sandy how to milk her teats instead, your partner apparently preferring to start there. Of course that just means Bessie starts mooaning louder as both of you go to work.\n\nEventually you've mostly filled the pale with rich-smelling milk from her breast, her tit now softer and more torpedo-shaped rather than bulged out and round. You shift over a bit and go to work on the thick, long teats dangling from her udder, following the advice you heard her give Sandy. It reminds you of stroking your own cock quite a bit, and makes you uncomfortably aware that it's really what you'd like to be doing right now.\n\nStill, once all four buckets are full, you try to keep your mind on work, since there's more to do... and you wonder if all the rest of it will be as perverted as your first task! You glance at Sandy as she sets her buckets down. "So, uh... we've gotta satisfy her, too."\n\nDeducing you apparently don't want to take care of that yourself, Sandy takes a look around, and soon spots a metal baseball bat hung on the wall. She picks it up and hefts it, realizing it's really about as thick as the bull's cock. She shrugs at you, then heads back into Bessie's stall.\n\n"MooOOOOOOO, that's cold!" Bessie protests as Sandy starts pushing the length of metal bat into her dripping pink cow cunt. But it's more a perfunctoray protest, the sort of thing she probably says regularly. Sandy grips the wound nylon around the bat's base and pumps it in and out steadily, her cheeks aflame as she uses the metal length to fuck the cow woman.\n\nOnce Bessie lets out a long, happy moo and slumps forward against the wooden block, Sandy comes out and wipes off the bat, returning it to its hook on the wall as you swing the stall closed. Remembering about the entertainment, the two of you search the area, soon finding stacks of shipping-wrapped magazines. Taking an educated guess, you pass the bull some copies of weightlifting magazines and Hustler while Sandy hands some knitting magazines and Playgirl to Bessie. You also fill both of their feed bins with fresh feed from the nearby sacks.\n\nFinding a sink to do a quick wash-up in, the two of you take a deep breath, Sandy handing you the notebook and asking in a resigned tone, "So what's next?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell her what's next.|RFMH1x7]]\n\n[[Let's take a break after all that.|RFMHplaceholder]]

"Sorry, instructions said we could only do it once, we've got to go milk the cow now," you say, trying to wipe your face with your nearly equally gooey hands.\n\n"Oh, fine," the bull says with a huff, leaning back against the wall, which creaks under his weight. "Just don't forget to pass out entertainment after, alright?"\n\nThe two of you clamber to your feet and head out of the stall, swinging the door closed. Sandy finds a few rags that let you both get at least slightly less messy. Then you head to the opposite stall.\n\n"Hm, you both smell good now," she says with a long, windy sigh as you open the stall door. "Shame I never get any time with the mister over there lately. Maybe soon. Still, watchin' got me all good an' worked up!" she adds cheerfully. She leans forward and rests her hands on a wooden block, allowing her udders... both human and cow... to dangle down below her, as well as showing off her broad, squarish hips, pink pussy, and puckered brown asshole. "Hope ya'll're up to the task of satisfyin' ol' Bessie!"\n\n"That's a lot of milking to do," Sandy murmurs, eyeing more than one bucket set outside the stall, and then the three dangling objects. Then she looks over at you, eyes flicking down towards the bulge in your jeans. Her tone is teasing as she says, "But I'm guessing you want to 'satisfy' her while I milk her, huh?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Satisfy" Bessie while Sandy milks her.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Help Sandy with the milking.|RFMH1x6]]

"I... guess we have to," Sandy says slowly, swallowing heavily.\n\n"Don't worry. I'll help," you say, trying to sound strong and comforting, but it seems a bit faint in your ears.\n\nThe two of you move over to the stall, the bullman obligingly taking several steps back to give you room to swing the gate open and step inside. Both you and Sandy can't help but stare at his massive black length and the enormous dark balls dangling underneath it.\n\n"Well?" the bullman grunts, thumping a hoofed foot against the ground. "It's not gonna milk itself, greenhorns."\n\nYou swallow heavily, hesitating a bit as you watch Sandy settle down on her knees in front of the bull. He lowers himself a little so that his cock juts out at roughly face height to her, a good two and a half feet long at least. She slowly reaches her arms up to touch it, rubbing her hands along the side, her whole body giving a little jump at a loud, pleased snort from above. She visibly takes a deep breath, then begins rubbing along the veiny length more firmly, even leaning her head up to press her lips against the side of it. She moves her head back and forth, lips pulling back enough to show her tongue trailing along the black skin.\n\nRemembering that you're supposed to be helping, you settle to your own knees next to her, staring at the huge cock beside your head uncertainly. Not wanting to get in Sandy's way but obviously needing to help, you lean forward and palm one of his softball-sized balls, hearing another appreciative snort from above. Forcing yourself onwards, you lean forward and actually start licking at the coarse hair covering his sack, feeling how rough it is on your tongue and tasting the sweat and deep animal flavor. The musk is extremely overpowering, filling your nose and throat and almost making you cough.\n\nAfter licking, sucking, and fondling his sack for a bit, you notice that Sandy has moved in and is nuzzling against the huge black orbs herself. You pull back, gasping a bit for air, but knowing that you need to keep working. You take over pumping your hands over the shaft, choosing to tongue the head and tip of it rather than running your mouth all over the shaft like Sandy was.\n\n"Yeah, you two are good little cock-milkers," the bullman grunts, his cock twitching in your hands. "I'll definitely tell the ol' man that ya been workin' hard." \n\nBoth you and Sandy blush at that, and she sits back on her heels again. After a bit of fiddling you both manage to fit your hands around the shaft, stroking and pumping it quickly. The bull grunts and groans and moos more often and louder, closing his eyes and reaching out to grip the sides of the stall. There's not any more warning than the start of him bellowing before his cock begins erupting, pouring out what seems like at least a pint of thick white cum with every shot. The both of you yelp and shrink back as you're both quickly painted with a layer of bulljizz, matting down your hair and dripping from Sandy's bangs.\n\n"Woo. Not bad, greenhorns, not bad," the bull huffs, grinning down at you both. "How 'bout another? I'd -definitely- make sure to put in a good word with the old man, then. Maybe even come out an' help ya with some more chores..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. You do need Sir to like you...|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[The instructions said once, and Sir said to be firm.|RFMH1x5]]

"HOLD IT!" you blurt, almost as surprised as anyone to find yourself leaping between them and holding out your hands in a gesture to stop.\n\nThat certainly seems to have shocked the pair of them, enough that they lower their weapons a bit. "Jamie, what are you doing?!" Shotiel splutters. "The whole reason you summoned me was to help you with that demon!"\n\n"Yeah but I didn't know you were gonna try to <i>kill each other</i>," you reply, looking back and forth between them. "I didn't want anyone to get hurt! ... Especially if you're going to destroy my room in the process," you add in a mutter, folding your arms over your chest.\n\nShotiel looks rather sheepish at that, glancing aside and brushing a fingertip against his cheek. Surprisingly, Mal seems a little embarrassed too, shimmying his shoulders and unable to meet your eyes when you look at him... does he actually have some shame about destroying other peoples' possessions? Or was it the bit about not wanting him to get killed or hurt that had an effect.\n\n"Ah, well... it's true that any fight would probably destroy a lot of this room. ... Or house," Shotiel says with an embarrassed cough. "But, Jamie, he's a demon! Angels fight demons, it's what we do!"\n\n"Yeah," Mal agrees, though a bit sulkily, the impression only added to by a few abrupt flicks of his spade-tipped tail.\n\n"Besides, you want him to leave you alone, don't you?" the angel continues. "How else are we going to achieve that?"\n\n"There definitely has to be a better option than fighting here in the middle of my room!" you assert.\n\n"Like...?" both of them prompt in unison.\n\nUh. Hrm. Looks like things have suddenly been put on you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fight somewhere else.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Have a contest.|QOInc6x7]]\n\n[[Make a deal.|QOInc8x1]]\n\n[[Find common ground.|QOInc7x1]]

"Look, it's pretty obvious by now that the two of you have a real interest in getting me on your side, right?" you note.\n\nBoth of them look pretty shifty (which is a bit jarring considering how sweet and bright Shotiel usually is), but eventually both nod. "It's true, you've got a lot of potential, and winning you over to either the angels or demons would be a pretty big win for whoever did it," Shotiel admits. "I'd still want to help you for your own sake, honest!"\n\n"But yeah you're kinda valuable," Mal allows, pouting a bit again. "So just side with me already!"\n\n"No!" Shotiel cries, brandishing his sword again.\n\n"Hey!" Your snapped word makes them both flinch and freeze in place. "You need to find another way to settle this! Despite everything I don't want either of you to get hurt... or anyone else to get hurt as collateral damage, like my parents." You frown at them both as they go back to looking sheepish. "So instead of fighting, let's have some other sort of contest, or competition, and the winner... well, gets me."\n\n"Jamie, you can't risk damning your immortal soul just to... save your parents..." Shotiel trails off, apparently realizing how stupid that sounds said aloud. Especially when he adds lamely, "... and potentially me..."\n\n"... I dunno, seems fair to me," Mal declares, straightening up and letting his energy daggers dissipate. "I'll agree to it if you will, Shotiel. We'll have a contest of Jamie's choosing. Whoever he judges to be the winner becomes his patron, and the other peacefully returns to their realm, never to meddle in Jamie's affairs again. Deal?"\n\n"..." Shotiel looks deeply torn, wings beating gently a few times, before folding against his back as he sighs and releases his grip on the sword, which disappears. "Yes, very well. Deal."\n\n"Done!" Mal declares, pointing at Shotiel, before both of them turn towards you. "Alright, Jamie, like I said, you pick the contest. We're both trusting you to be fair about it and give us both a chance, so pick a good one, okay?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A best friend contest.|QOInc6x8]]\n\n[[A cooking contest.|QOInc]]\n\n[[An entertainment contest.|QOInc]]\n\n[[... blowjob contest...|QOInc]]

That night you lay in bed, dressed once more in pajama pants and a loose, long-sleeved shirt. You do your best to feign sleep, and eventually the darkness deepens and you can feel a weight at the foot of the bed. You turn and look up, and there the demon is just like before, naked and leering, his cock even longer and thicker than before... and shaped like a horse's! Though shocked, this time you don't feel the same sense of fear and powerlessness sapping your ability to move. Indeed you prop yourself up on your elbows and scowl up at him, which just makes him smirk more. "Oho! The girl has found a little spine! That's good, it means you can put it to work rolling your hips when I'm fucking your pussy, bitch!"\n\nHe's barely finished his declaration when the closet door is flung open, Shotiel springing out with a cry of "HA!" Even as the door was slamming open, the demon was flipping off your bed and through the air to land in the center of the room, having changed midair into wearing shoulder-height fingerless gloves and hip-high black stockings that leave his heels and toes bare, a black thong hugging his cock close enough to make a lewd (but once more human and merely extra large-sized) bulge. Shotiel points dramatically at him. "Malorinimaxira! We meet again!"\n\n"It's you," the incubus half-growls, half-groans, rising a bit from his crouched position. The pretty, young-looking boy immortals glower across the room at each other. "Been a long time, Shotiel! Did you get tired of taking archangel dick in every hole you have, that you had to come down and meddle in my affairs!"\n\n"How dare you, Mal, it's not <i>every</i> hole I have!" Shotiel snaps back.\n\nSomewhat nervously, you slip out of bed and rise to your feet, which attracts "Mal's" attention, the demon almost pouting at you. "How could you do this, girl, I thought we had something!"\n\n"Ha! Jamie's on my side now!" Shotiel declares, probably a bit too smugly for a proper angel, resting his hands on his hips and fluffing his wings out slightly.\n\n"Gave you a taste of angel sex, huh? Did he let you fuck him, Ja-, er, girl?" Mal's pout only grows, before he shakes his head. "Uh, I mean, Jamie! So hey, you liked it, right? He maybe even gave you a bit of his power so you could resist me? Well, I could give you way more power than he could! You liked fucking him, right? Help me instead, and I'll give you demon powers, you can fuck all you want, won't even cost you your soul!"\n\n"How dare!" Shotiel blurts in outrage, his wings fluffing up again in anger this time. He wheels towards you and points at himself. "Jamie, you're going to help me defeat the demon, right?! You're a righteous boy on the side of angels, aren't you?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Help Shotiel.|QOInc6x5]]\n\n[[Help Mal.|QOInc]]

"There's no way I'm helping you!" you scoff at the incubus. "I'd say 'get thee behind me' or something, but you've already done that!"\n\n"Boy, let a mortal be the pitcher once and he gets an ego," Mal grumbles sourly, tail flicking behind him.\n\n"I've warded this room with sigils so that you can't escape, this time we'll finish it!" Shotiel declares. He makes a grabbing motion at the air, pulling something from nowhere... it's almost shaped more like a kitchen knife than a sword, just much longer and only about the same width at the base, seemingly cut from a single fairly thin sheet of silver. As he points it at Mal, it bursts into golden flames. "Defend yourself, creature of Hell!"\n\nThe incubus growls, snapping his hands out to the sides, fists crackling with purple lightning that flickers and solidifies, manifesting into a pair of jagged, glowing energy knives. "Bring it, whore of Heaven!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Uh, dramatic witticism!"|QOInc]]\n\n[["WAAAAIT!"|QOInc6x6]]

"... yes," you admit quietly, slumping your head and feeling ashamed of yourself. "Even... even though I don't like guys, I... I got super hard, and... and I even sucked his cock when he wanted me to..."\n\n"There there," Shotiel says gently, reaching out to rub your head gently, as if he weren't your own height. "That happens with virtually every mortal most kinds of demons make contact with, you couldn't really help it. It's good you were honest with me!" he continues in a chipper chirp, giving you a thumbs-up and beaming. "In fact it's very important as to how we'll defeat this demon! Now tell me, when he was fucking you, and you experienced that pleasure, how did it make you feel...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Unclean.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Powerless.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Weak.|QOInc6x3]]\n\n[[Slutty.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Weirdly connected.|QOInc]]

You decide that the status effects probably have some of the more interesting possibilities. You close the menu long enough to pull out of the meathole your cock is still buried in and get down off the table, ordering Yuffie to do the same, before reopening the menu and perusing the list. You do notice a checkbox that you hadn't seen before at the top and to one side, reading 'Permanent'. Tapping it brings up a warning box:\n\n[<b>Warning!</b> Selecting this option will make any status effect applied to a character permanent. It cannot be undone with in-game effects, and the character cannot be resurrected with items. Do you want to proceed? Yes/No]\n\nGrinning wickedly, you tap 'Yes' and watch the warning disappear, then look at the list of options, trying to decide which one best fits your little snuff game.\n\n<hr>\n[[Mini.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Stone.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Death Sentence.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Stop.|FF7X]]\n

"Ah... I really appreciate the offer, but I'm really not into that," you reply, then hurry to add, "Wow, you're that close to being a FEAR? That's pretty cool, the Commander was saying a lot of stuff about how the average life expectancy for a newbie is like ten minutes and there's five engagements a week, you must be really good at this!"\n\n"Eh?" Shyn seems a little flummoxed by the refusal followed by flattery, straightening up and blinking a few times. She sounds a little off-kilter still as she waves a hand and says, "Don't let that bullshit scare you too much, Thirty-Six gets five engagements a week, yeah, but at least three of 'em are piddly little perimeter tests and the other two are usually handled by FEARs before they even have to send in newbs, you'll probably spend your first encounter blasting at them from a guard tower."\n\n"Oh yeah? Still, you probably have good aim with a blaster after all this time, could you give me some pointers sometime or something?"\n\n"I... yeah, yeah I guess I could do that," she says, turning her head back and forth as if looking for someone to tell her what just happened, but it looks like her friends are all pointedly staying at their own shower stations, practically whistling in their attempts to seem uninvolved in the situation.\n\nYou continue your shower, doing your best to keep up the disarming chatter since Shyn seems to have decided to linger nearby. By the time you leave you seem to have convinced her that you're actually her friend despite not eating her out, which just seems to confuse her even more. Drying off and dressing, you return to the room to find that Veronka is asleep, at least to judge by the fact that she's covered herself with the blanket and her tail doesn't seem to be moving under it. Congratulating yourself on both avoiding prison sex and roommate confrontation, you strip down to your underwear and climb into your just-barely-not-uncomfortable bed, eventually managing to fall asleep.\n\nThe next day is pretty quiet, marked mostly by being rather irritable at having had to sleep with the lights on... there's no such thing as a lightswitch in the bunker, apparently. You have breakfast in the mess hall on the ground floor, then get called in to your med checkup. Doctor Mejat, still looking deeply bored, has you lay down naked on a glass-topped bed and runs various instruments over you, before jabbing an injector gun against your arm. "The innoculations and birth control are good for three months, don't dodge your appointment to get them renewed or it's a demerit," she announces flatly. \n\n"Ah, what happens if you get a demerit?" you ask, rubbing your arm a bit as you sit up.\n\n"Basically you go before the Commander or one of her Lieutenants and they decide what to do with you. I assume that the Commander said something about primarily avoiding the attention of herself, Eskabar, or Basdat?" At your curious nod, she continues, "That is a very good policy. Whatever language she may have put to it, Commander Connors is the final authority here in Thirty-Six. There is effectively no limit on what she or those she deems part of her command staff are allowed to do. Interstellar law as such doesn't exist in the Dark Sectors, they're apolitical and extralegal zones and agreed to as such by multiple treaties."\n\nYou blink. "All so that nonviolent offenders can have a rehab colony? That sounds like a big step to take."\n\n"Yes, it does, doesn't it?" Mejat answers, raising her eyebrows at you. Rather than expounding, she sits down in her rolling chair and picks up a tablet. "You have a clean bill of health. Please remember to listen for the reminders of your next appointment."\n\nSince she doesn't seem likely to give up anything more... and you're not entirely sure you want to know... you get dressed and head back out. Over the next several days, you mostly just do some training, take some classes in emergency medicine, and sit around in either your room or public areas wondering what to really do with yourself. Shyn does give you a few shooting lessons while wearing her new black bodysuit, though the entire time she does still seem vaguely confused on why the two of you aren't in her bunk. Veronka continues to be extremely standoffish and borderline hostile, without actually ever crossing the border at least. Occasionally you'll see people coming in from the upper levels looking tired or even injured, and once or twice you hear what sounds like muffled, distant shots and explosions. But you largely manage to remain out of the way until one day when your name bleeps over the PA in the mess hall, telling you to report to the briefing room. Hurriedly gulping down the rest of your meal (not exactly a problem since it's just some sort of artificial protein that tastes sort of like eating a piece of mildly runny tofu without the nuanced flavor), you head on up the stairs to find Lieutenant Basdot waiting for you. This time he's hunkered down in the front area, and glances at you as you come in.\n\n"LaChance," he grunts. "You've got guard duty tonight. Perimeter Watchtower Nine. Grab a Lance and a guide drone from the armory outside and get yourself over there."\n\n"Yessir," you murmur, trying not to let dread overwhelm you as you turn and head through the door into the large locker room like area that you came in through on your first day. You haven't actually gotten a duty assignment or been outside since then... you were vaguely hoping that you might somehow skim past the entire year with nothing more dangerous than mopping slippery floors when you got cleaning duty. Still, after Mejat's little revelation, you're not in a hurry to complain or buck orders, so you head over to one of the lockers marked 'Lances' and open it up, pulling out one of the long, slender red rifles with its almost arrowhead-shaped emitter at the end, putting your own shorter rifle into one of the other lockers. It takes a bit of looking to find the trunk labeled 'Guide Drones', and another minute of searching the surface of the shiny little shard-shaped thing to find a button to press. Assuming that's how it works, you press the button and say, "Perimeter Watchtower Nine."\n\nThe drone begins making a soft, steady buzzing noise as it rises out of your hands and floats over towards the doors, where it waits for you. You come over to put your hand on the panel so that you and your guide can be admitted into the outer defense room. You take a moment to hurriedly and thoroughly secure your face mask in place and pull your hat down over your ears, before doing the same at the outer doors. Despite the layers of coverage, you wince some at the ice-tinged wind that blows over you as they open, but brace yourself and follow along after the now glowing, blinking drone as it hovers through the air, apparently unperturbed by the weather. At least the path is pretty well-lit despite being outside and the sky above being black, floodlights overlapping and shining white on the snow as you follow the drone through the arctic temperatures, finally arriving at the tall, octagonal tower. Once inside, you're grateful to be out of the wind, but can't help but curse a little at the sight of the stairs. The last thing you want to do is climb up what has to be about seven stories of stairs after being out in that wind and cold. ... Actually, no, the last thing you want to do is get a demerit, so up the stairs you go.\n\nAt the top is a large, open area, with surprisingly clear windows looking out that mostly show the perimeter line twinkling, but also the top level of the bunker back in the direction you came. There's only a single concrete shelf-bench and what looks like a water dispensor, otherwise it's completley open and unadorned. A slender guy with blue hair and light brown skin in a light FEAR uniform a lot like the Commander's turns towards you as you thump up the last few stairs, blue eyes twinkling a bit. "Hey, LaChance, right?" At your nod and murmur of 'yes, sir', he says, "I'm Ensign Raykes. Your first time on guard duty?" At your nod, he beckons you over. "Okay, nothing to it, lemme give you the rundown."\n\nHe points at the windows. "These are force screens, not glass or transparisteel or anything. You can shoot through them from this side just fine... there is a momentary flicker when stuff passes through them though, so since you're new, make sure to leave your mask on. Obviously you want to keep most of your attention there," he says, gesturing towards the perimeter line. "But it doesn't hurt to check back towards the bunker every so often either. There's controls for adjusting the zoom, but they reset occasionally so that you don't forget about them or get tunnel visioned. Can your species see the colors red and green okay?"\n\n"Uh, yeah."\n\n"Good, good." He beckons you a bit closer to the window, then points. "See that line of green out there, just barely visible? That's the Outmost Line. If a Fiend crosses that, you're allowed to take a shot at it, if you want the practice or just think you've got the aim for it, but at that point they're considered to just be wandering. See that line of red lights that's a bit nearer? That's the Encounter Line. A Fiend comes past that, we are officially having a combat encounter and required to open fire. Now, a Fiend crosses the Perimeter, and that's when we're having an Incursion, and you and I get chewed out by default," he says, grinning a bit again. "But don't worry too hard about that, they still happen a few times a week, just because a Fiend slipped right by without getting noticed, only so much even sensors and eyeballs can do. Other than that, just try to stay on your feet and watching the screens as much as you can, don't spend too much time staring at one spot, and ask me if anything seems off or you have any questions."\n\n"Okay, thanks. Ah... mind if I take a seat for a few minutes, at least?"\n\n"Sure sure, you never do really get used to the cold but it's the worst the first few months. Have a seat and when you feel at least a little warmer you can take over."\n\nYou nod gratefully and take a seat on the stone shelf, resisting the urge to slump back against the wall and close your eyes. Eventually though at least a bit of the chill leaves your bones, so you get up and walk over to where Raykes is standing, and he strolls off around the edges of the room, eyes skimming over other parts of the perimeter and the area around the bunker as he goes. Over the next several hours, you do some pacing of your own, keeping watch on... nothing, pretty much... occasionally getting a cup of water or taking a sit-down, though you notice Raykes doesn't do much of either. At one point you're sitting down, desperately fighting off the urge to drift off since you're pretty sure that would be a Demerit, when you hear an odd twanging sound: <i>g-BOLG!</i> Blinking and sitting up straight, you look over at where Raykes is standing near one of the walls, his Lance up and braced to his shoulder, part of the screen zoomed in on something. He fires, the red beam of energy flickering out the tip, and then again. He pauses for a moment, then says, "We've got a group of them coming up on the Encounter Line. Get yourself ready."\n\nEvery trace of tiredness is suddenly gone as your heart hammers in your chest. Hefting up your weapon, you hurry over to the screen, noticing the dozen or so wiggly, dark shapes that have crossed the green lights and are rapidly approaching the red one. You swing the Lance up to shoulder it as well, the screen in front of you suddenly zooming in close to its point. And you have your first close look at a Fiend. Its body is bulbous and asymmetric, one of its arms looking more like a hundred tentacles twisted and wrapped together into a mockery of a skinless human limb with writhing, grey-black worms jutting from its end, while the other is a long tubelike thing with at least nine elbows and a hand the size of a hubcap with seven or eight long, thick, claw-tipped fingers. It moves by slamming that hand into the ground and dragging itself forward, kicking and shoving with three stumpy little legs. Its face is like some mockery of an elephant with a long, thick cocklike appendige writhing and lashing around in front of it, a hefty sack below it dangling and pulsing and swaying with its uneven movements, while a trio of tiny, useless batlike wings constantly flap on its back. The worst thing about it is that it constantly seems to be shifting slightly, so quick and yet so subtly you can't even quite keep track of what the changes are, just that you know it's there, that it's happening, that this thing isn't behaving like anything alive should. And yet from even your brief glimpse outside the zoomed-in portion, it's far and away from the most disturbing or disgusting one out there.\n\n<hr>\n[[You can handle this!|GGSR6x9]]\n\n[[... Nope.|GGSR6cx1]]\n\n

Look, if demons are real... maybe the other place is too? It would certainly suck if that weren't so, so you have to cling to that little bit of hope. Firming your resolve, you finish breakfast and head back upstairs. Not exactly knowing how else to go about this, you kneel down at the side of your bed and clasp your hands, assuming the stereotypical praying pose.\n\n"Um. Okay, so my family isn't really religious much so I'm not even sure if I've ever done this before. ... Sorry. Um, but if there's anyone out there who can help, please, I really can't handle this on my own, this is definitely not a situation where I can, like, 'help myself' or something. I'm being hounded by this demon, and just... I don't know what to do, so please, someone, anyone, if you're listening? Help. ... Amen?"\n\nYou huff out a sigh, feeling a little ridiculous... then blinking as you realize it's getting a lot brighter in your room. You turn to look at your window, realizing the sun is streaming directly into it... and getting brighter with every second! You instinctively throw an arm across your face to protect your eyes as there's a pulse of bright golden light, and when you lower it, there's someone standing in front of the window!\n\nHe looks like he might be around your age, slender of build, wearing a sort of pseudo-toga thing that you're pretty sure you've seen before on a certain videogame character... he even has the wings to go with it! Bright, almost sparkling white feathery ones. His hair is long and almost literally golden, sparkling and shining like it's emitting its own light, and he has a cheery smile on his face, sparkling eyes seeming to gradually fade from one color to another as you stare in amazement.\n\n"Be not afraid! I am the angel Shotiel, and I have come to answer your prayer! Your sincerity has been heard in Heaven and you shall not be ignored!" Then he winks and flicks a finger in a gesture that even you find rather adorable. "So don't fret anymore, okay?"\n\n"O-oh... oh, um, wow." You're still processing that you actually had your prayer answered by an actual angel, but at least your manners kick in. "Thank you, thank you so much!"\n\n"It's what we're here for!" He beams and rests his hands on his hips. "Now, tell me how you encountered this demon!"\n\nYou wince a little, but after a moment of embarrassment you fess up and tell Shotiel about the magic book you used, stressing that you didn't think it was actual infernal magic or anything. You continue on to the demon appearing in your bedroom at night, and somewhat more vaguely admit that he's been molesting you.\n\n"Nefarious indeeeeed," Shotiel muses aloud, rubbing his chin. "Well, these things happen, unfortunately. Luckily, now that I'm here, I can take care of this issue! But before we proceed, there is something important. When this incubus was raping you..." He leans in close to you, his cute face solemn and mere inches from yours. "Did you experience pleasure!"\n\n<hr>\n[["N-no!"|QOInc]]\n\n[["... yes."|QOInc6x2]]

Snagging your cellphone, you begin a furious flurry of texting, sending out feelers. Several bouts of calendar-checking, conflict-avoidance, and a brief pause or two for wheedling money from parents, you've secured three friends capable of paying their own way for haunted house night. Your friend Leslie, lithe and tan and a complete tomboy (yes, she has just the sort of nicknames someone would expect), chosen for her daredevil nature and the fact that if she heard you went somewhere scary without her, she'd never forgive you. Kev, a fellow gamer, who loves stuff like Amnesia, Silent Hill, Fatal Frame, and all of that so he was an obvious choice there. And of course, Jack, the most stereotypical "jock" out of people that could be considered your friends, chosen because what's visiting a haunted house without the token jock, and also because his ability to acquire and smuggle alcohol is near-legendary.\n\nYou try to find things to do the next day to keep busy, but you have to admit that you're pretty much little-kid excited... other girls might be embarrassed to get all hyper over the idea of visiting a musty old house that's probably haunted by nothing more than a few roaches, but screw 'em, this is gonna be fun! It's still plenty light out when you get dressed in your slightly tattered black jeans and snug black t-shirt, the bottom of it not quite covering your bellybutton. You check your pocketknife (just in case anything purely corporeal doesn't understand "no means no"), then head out to meet up with the others. You bump into Leslie along the way, her skin an almost glowing golden brown as if she'd just come out of the oven instead of likely running around outside all the day, the other girl wearing a blue tanktop and khaki shorts, tawny blonde hair cropped short... you're pretty sure she <i>does</i> like boys, but has never particularly cared about rumors to the contrary, that you've noticed.\n\nThe two of you fall to chatting back and forth, a tingle of excitement in the air between you, especially as the sun sets. Kev falls in behind the two of you, tall and lanky and with just a bit of growth of beard on his chin, dressed nearly-identically to you save that his clothes are baggy where yours are snug, and he has a fairly hefty messenger bag slung over his shoulder. He's as excited as you are, if not moreso, mentioning that he's brought at least three different cameras with various ideas on ways to capture something with them, as well as two audio recorders and even a ouija board.\n\n"Oh man, you've seen all those horror movies and you're still gonna bring that thing?" you ask with a laugh, shaking your head.\n\n"Hey, if we die horribly, at least it'll be interesting," he answers with a gleam in his eyes.\n\nThe three of you arrive out in front of the house where you're supposed to be fed and see the movie to find Jack waiting outside, sitting atop a cooler. "Geez, Jack, hopeful much?" Leslie says with an amused snort, grinning at him. \n\n"Hey, if he asks, I'll say it's sandwiches and sodas," Jack answers, patting the side of the cooler before standing up. He's really all you could ask for in an athletic guy... slightly long, slightly tousled dark hair, strong jaw, broad shoulders, an affinity for tanktops and snug jeans. He's certainly not bad to look at, and the fact that he's not a complete shit about knowing that helps.\n\nAs you're standing around talking, the front door opens, and a man who introduces himself as Mr. Shandor waves you up. You get an impression of him as very normal, very nonthreatening and kind of grandfatherly... though even as he leaves you alone in the living room to go get the food and movie, you find yourself having a tough time pinning down what makes you think of him that way, or any specific features. He returns with an extra-large pizza divided into fourths with different toppings... not exactly putting himself out, but it's from the good pizza place and you're four teenagers, there's not too much complaining going on.\n\nHe puts in the movie, then leaves you to watch... if he's some sort of afficianado of the house (or just a businessman who does this a lot), he must have seen it dozens of times, after all. It's in black and white, honest-to-god sort instead of just pretentious sort, though you've gotta admit the effects are pretty decent for being that old. Still, that's about the best thing you can say about it. The plot's... disjointed, to say the least, like it's trying to fit in the plot of every horror story the writers had read. Ghosts in the upstairs bedroom, some sort of fish monster lurking in the duck pond out back, demonic rituals in the basement, a crazy cannibal cook in the kitchen, evil rats in the walls, werewolves in the woods outside, and on and on. Heck, some of that stuff only gets a few seconds to be shown off before the characters flee in terror, practically tripping over the next horror. The four of you are mostly left alternatively laughing and wincing, though admittedly there are a few minutes of immersion at some of the gorier and more body horror-ish parts.\n\nThe movie finishes with the lot of you snickering and chattering, though, with little of actual fear in the air now even as you all make your way out to the van that Mr. Shandor uses to drive you up to the house itself. It looms on a rise over the town, practically the perfect haunted house... cemetary-style gates around it, peeling paint from old wood and long-tarnished brick with ivy growing up it, dark windows gazing down almost like eyes, the whole shebang. Seeing it towering over you even from the road does sort of bring back a little of that excited, fearful zing, and you can feel your heart beating faster as Shandor hands over the keyring to you, apparently content to drop you off at the front walk.\n\n"I dunno, this is starting to freak me out," Leslie murmurs, frowning up at the house and rubbing one brown upper arm lightly.\n\n"You're kidding. You didn't let <i>that</i> movie get to you?" Jack says with a snort, exchanging a bemused glance with you and Kev.\n\n"It's not so much the movie, just..." She trails off, in a way that tells you that it really was the movie, at least a little bit. Then she continues. "I don't know, why isn't he coming in with us?"\n\n"He probably saw that we were all capable of taking care of ourselves. Or that we were likely to tip him more tomorrow if he made himself scarce."\n\n"Yeah, he's probably hoping Jack tells more people about this place so it can turn into a way to hang out with no parents," Kev adds, glancing hopefully at the ice chest for the first time instead of the house.\n\n"That's another thing, he didn't even ask what's in the chest," Leslie points out, still frowning.\n\n"Probably didn't care," Jack says with a shrug.\n\n"Yeah, but that's pretty weird itself, isn't it? Not even caring what a bunch of teenagers take into a house he owns, by themselves?"\n\n"We hadda give him a copy of our licenses, it's not like we can trash the joint and get away with it," Jack answers, frowning as well now... clearly he's starting to get to the edge of his patience.\n\n"Hey, hey." You reach out to rest a hand on Leslie's shoulder. "Les, if you're really not into this, I can call him back right now."\n\nLeslie hesitates, then huffs. "Fuck, I'm not gonna be the party pooper," she answers, putting her hands on her hips. "Look, just keep an eye out, right?" At Jack's immediate snort, she says, "Just in case he's got somebody in there who wants to blackjack us and take our wallets!"\n\n"We already paid a hundred bucks for a twenty dollar pizza and a movie he probably got in the dollar bin, he's already taken our wallets," Jack answers, though now it's in a more cheerful tone. You head to the gate to unlock it, and the four of you troop up the walk, with Kev carrying the other side of the cooler briefly before Sam takes over, the lanky boy looking chagrined only for a moment before staring in delight at the rickety old mansion. You take a few moments to figure out which key is which, before unlocking and pushing open the door.\n\nThe inside is dusty, but otherwise clean... meaning you don't spot any obvious piles of rubble, cobwebs, or vermin turds. Even the dust isn't that bad, this place must have gotten at least a mild cleaning at some time in the last few weeks. The floors are hardwood, dark but intricately-patterned beneath the thin layer of dust, and what few pieces of furniture there are have been covered by plain, somewhat yellowed white sheets. The entryway leads right into a cavernous living room, framed by curving staircases of the same dark wood. There's a humongous fireplace with metalworked designs featuring all sorts of monsters and demons... it definitely proves the movie was made here, since you recognize it, no way they could have made a reproduction on that picture's budget.\n\n"Well, everybody, what's on the agenda?" Jack booms into the room, his voice echoing slightly. He and Leslie set the cooler down and he makes a show of dusting his hands off. "Wanna [[take a look around together|GGHH13x1]]? Or we could always..." He waggles his eyebrows. "[[Split up|GGHH1x2]]."\n\n"We could do more damage that way," Kev says with a snicker, already fishing out one of his cameras and snapping a quick picture of the fireplace. The brightness of the flash makes you realize that what little light is coming in through the dusty windows is fading, and you hurry to find the electric camp lanterns Mr. Shandor mentioned would be around and turn them on. "We could [[try the ouija board|GGHHplaceholder]]," Kev adds in a hopeful tone.\n\n"Fuck no," Leslie murmurs with a visible shudder.\n\n"Aw, c'mon!"\n\n"Or we could just sit right here and [[crack a few of these open|GGHHplaceholder]]," Jack suggests genially, lifting the lid of the cooler and pulling out a pair of local beers, shaking a bit of the water off of the bottles. "This was your idea, Cy, whatta you think...?"

City Guard makes sure that you receive the very best psychiatric counseling as soon as possible. Six months later, you return to your parents, a bag of prescription medication in hand that no sane person would be able to deal with anyway. You're quiet, distant, your internet friends lost to you due to a prohibition on surfing the net, your real life friends lost to you out of their fear and not being able to deal with the changes in your demeanor.\n\nYour days of being highly independent and self-sufficient are over. You can't even finish public high school... it's hard to tell what might set you off. After the third time your mother is called away from work to collect you from the nurse's office where you're struggling to breathe past your laughter, you're withdrawn from the school, and you receive a bit of private tutoring, enough for you to secure a token diploma at least. Not that you're ever going to do anything with it.\n\nEventually, despite their best attempts, your parents just can't deal with you anymore either. The fact that they can't take you to a family funeral for fear of you literally laughing yourself sick, or watch the news without your literally uncontrolled giggling at stories of kidnappings and rapes, and so on puts a strain on their relationship that almost destroys the family. Luckily, by then a facility has been constructed for people like you... people left severely mentally unbalanced by their interactions with supervillains (or superheroes). Everyone avoids saying words like "asylum" and "mental hospital", but you know what it is, and you know that you're probably never going to leave it and return home, despite the hopeful assurances of your parents and doctors. You laugh the whole way there.\n\nStill, it is a nice place. It's not at all like the dingy white-walled wards you've seen in various shows. You can even go out pretty much whenever you want, though a guard always has to go with you. It's not that they're afraid of you in particular hurting anyone... he's literally there for your protection. The people here care about you, and want you to get better, and that does help. After the first month, you hardly ever wake up screaming with laughter in the middle of the night.\n\nFive years into your stay, you wake up to see a form standing over your bed. Little Joke, her hair a tangled, hacked-at mess, her makeup smudged and wiped off, what little is there looking so dried-on and crusted that it's practically like scales. She gives a choked sniffle, raising her massive revolver, she points it at your chest. With a serene smile, you lift it up to point it at your forehead instead. She just stares at you for long moments, then drops the gun with a loud clatter and backs away. She stands there for a moment, then turns and opens the door, your guard jerking a bit as he sees her and grabbing for his tazer.\n\n"I'd like to check in, please," Little Joke says quietly, closing your door after her.\n\nYou roll over and giggle yourself back to sleep.\n\n<b>Palladium City</b> end - <i>A headcase of the giggles</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

"Let's go upstairs and take a look at the bedrooms," you answer after a few moments of thought. "Spooky's fine and all, but I don't wanna break a leg in the woods or fall into a algae-covered duck pond."\n\n"Yeah, and no way the kitchen's gonna be that interesting," Leslie snorts. Nodding agreement, you pick up one of the camp lanterns and the two of you head for the stairs, mounting the creaking, groaning steps and heading for the upper landing. As you step into the hallway, you spot a lightswitch and try it... nothing. Either there's no power to the entire house or the wiring for the upstairs just hasn't been maintained. Since you're here to look at the bedrooms where the ghost scenes were shot, you're not exactly interested in diverting to check every switch in the house to find out which it is.\n\n"Which one was it?" you ask over your shoulder, knowing Leslie usually has a good eye for detail.\n\n"If the exterior and interior shots used the same room? I think... that one," Leslie answers, pointing over your shoulder and about three doors down. Lifting the electric lantern a bit further in front of you, you head for the indicated door. You half expect it to be locked as you grip the antique, mildly tacky knob and turn, but the door swings open with a low whine of grimey hinges. You poke the lantern in ahead of you a bit, and immediately recognize the very large bedroom from the movie. No wonder they decided to film in here... even with the very large four-poster bed and a handful of old but largely unremarkable furniture, there's plenty of room for cameras and lights. You almost reflexively thump your hand against the wall looking for a lightswitch, and after a bit of groping find one... but it's just as nonfunctional as the one in the hall.\n\nActually stepping into the room so that Leslie can slip in behind you, you look around, the lantern's limited light casting wan illumantion and pale shadows over everything. The room is oddly... complete, all the necessary furniture for living in place, even accoutrements left out on the vanity. It's as if someone just walked out of the room one day and never came back. "Do you think the movie people left this stuff? It can't be anyone's actual, y'know, <i>stuff</i>, it would've been moved out, right?"\n\n"Dunno. Oh, hey." Spotting a candelabra with some candles still in it on a side table, Leslie heads over, producing a lighter from one of her shorts pockets and flicking it, apparently intent on adding some more light to the situation.\n\n<hr>\n[[Explore the room.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Explore Leslie.|GGHH1x4]]

You wait until Leslie's in the midst of lighting the candelabra, but not with her hand over any of the flames, before slipping up behind her and sliding your hands around her, gently lifting her tanktop a bit and brushing your fingertips over her belly. You feel the muscles underneath your hands tense as she goes stiff and still. Leaning in, you nip gently at her ear, then start to lower your head to kiss at her neck when she squirms away and whirls around to look at you, tan cheeks turned coppery with a blush.\n\n"W-what are you doing?" she demands, though her voice is kept to a hissing whisper, as if afraid the others might hear her otherwise.\n\n"Um..." Now it's your turn to blush, and you roll your shoulders uncertainly, one hand moving up rub at the back of your head a bit.\n\n"No, I mean, it's pretty obvious <i>what</i> you were doing," Leslie amends, frowning at you. There's an almost palpable sense of an angry thundercloud gathering around her. "So I guess what I'm really asking is 'why?'"\n\n<hr>\n[[Because you really like her.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You want to experiment.|GGHH1x5]]\n\n[[The mood of the place just struck you.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[lol jk amirite?|GGHHPlaceholder]]

Well, Uncle Michael said to go to the stream. Probably best to do it, he might have a reason for it after all.\n\nYou find it with little trouble, though it's a bit further into the woods than you expected. You settle down on the bank and are unscrewing the cap when there's a rustle in the bushes across the way, and a girl emerges. Well... a young woman, more properly, she looks like she's probably about college age, so a few years older than you. She's got thick, slightly wavey strawberry blonde hair down to her shoulders, which are mostly bare since she's wearing a purple spaghetti strap top and matching, very snug purple shorts... not exactly woods-wear, though she is at least wearing hiking boots. She stumbles a little as she gets out of the bushes, then brushes herself off as she spots you. "Oh! Hey!"\n\n"Hi," you answer with a blink.\n\n"I came out here with my friends and we kind of got separated when we were looking around for some stuff," she says, rubbing her bare upper arms. It is kind of cool out to not be wearing a jacket... you'd offer her yours but, well, you're only wearing a long-sleeved shirt.\n\n"You're not looking around for the ruins, are you?" You set the water container aside and stand up. "They're really dangerous. There are a lot of dropoffs... holes in the ground where you could fall, stuff like that."\n\n"Huh. Really?" She blinks, glancing around. "Wow. I guess in that case I better find 'em quick. Um, thanks for the warning!" she chirps before she trots off quickly, before you can say anything else.\n\nThat... didn't sound like she really plans to steer them off. Well, maybe it's their business. Then again, she didn't seem like the most experienced woodsperson, she might hurt herself trying to find her friends...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go tell your uncle.|ASVisPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Just get the water.|ASVisPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go after her.|ASVisPlaceholder]]

"This is too weird," you mutter, seriously doubting your own sanity as you move over to the vanity and sit down, looking your demonic doppelganger in the eye.\n\n"Yeah, but weird is fun, right?" the reflection chirps, then grins brightly almost immediately, showing off several rather sharp teeth. "Haha, I saw that gleam in your eye! You think so too!"\n\n"Well... sure. But this is a lot weirder than anything I've ever seen," you reply, tilting your head, still trying to figure out if the mirror is actually some sort of computer monitor or something.\n\n"Which means it should be a lot more fun, right?" The demon winks one of her odd eyes at you, then leans closer to the mirror. "Seriously though, Cyan, I've got a big time offer for you."\n\nYou open your mouth to ask how she knows your name, then close it. Either this is all a setup, in which case of course the person setting you up knows your name, or it's for real, in which case it's probably not shocking that a demon taking on your appearance would also know your name. "What sort of offer...?"\n\n"Change and sex. That's actually what the goddess I serve is all about... changing things to make them wild and weird and fun, and getting your freak on." The demon grins brightly again, before pulling her shirt off over your head. You blush a little bit at the sudden sight of your own breasts in the midst of a strange room, albeit rendered in hot purple, and reflexively put your hands to your chest to make sure that your actual shirt is still in place. "The barriers are a bit weaker in this house, so I noticed your little incident with your friend and thought you seemed a likely candidate for some power."\n\nShe leans up and closer to the mirror again, letting her version of your breasts dangle. "Think of it, Cyan. Tons of hot sex, kinky, wild, amazing sex like you haven't even heard of yet. But also power... the power to break out of this dull, mundane, <i>normal</i> world and do some really weird stuff. That's what you're looking for when you visit haunted houses and hit on girls, right? You're looking to break out of everyday stuff and find something <i>more</i>?"\n\nYou can't really argue that, so you sit in silence and stare. After a few moments, she giggles and sits back. "Thought so. Still, I can't force you to become an Agent of Change, you have to say the words. I mean, I can do a lot from here, but not that. So you have to agree. Cyan, will you accept this power and become an Agent of Change?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[No.|GGHH1x7]]

"Oh gosh, that's really a shame," she says with a sigh, resting a hand on her cheek. "I hate to hear that. Animal, vegetable, mineral, or other?"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Er, "animal"?|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Uh, "vegetable"?||GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Um, "mineral"?|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[And what the heck do you mean, "other"?|GGHHPlaceholder]]

You tell yourself that you're going to be good, and that honestly, you just kind of want to get a look at this... person... that's taken over your life. You get up and don some jeans and shoes, heading out of the house for the rather short walk to your... Mallory's... house. This all must seem pretty natural to Maya, after all, it's something she's done plenty of times. \n\nSoon you're standing in front of the house, looking up at it through Maya's eyes. You were here... hours ago by your perception, though you think a few days might have gone by at least. You blink and pull your gaze to the front door as it opens, and a slender figure with brown skin, tousled black hair, and wearing somewhat girly black shorts and a tanktop practically skips out. "I'll be back later, bye~!" Mallory calls behind him, waving before closing the door. Bidding goodbye to your... his... parents, obviously. He turns and blinks at the sight of you, then beams as he trots over. "Hey, Maya! Great to see you," he chirps, almost-red eyes sparkling, lips curling in an almost-leer. "I was just thinking I'd like to see you!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... Hi Mallory."|ChJa]]\n\n[["......... you bastard..."|ChJa3x3]]

Your fists slowly clench, tightening until they tremble, blood starting to trickle from between your fingers. "..... you bastard..." you whisper, the words harsh and hot in your throat, that intense shaking starting to overcome your entire body again, this time Maya's form shuddering with it.\n\n"Um." Mallory blinks, then sheepishly rubs the back of his head. "What'd I do...?"\n\nThe sheer audacity of the question is like a slap across your very being. You hunch forward on yourself, and find that you're screaming, everything about the inner angelic energy of your being surging with rage, twisting and churning inside the mortal form containing it. It touches something within Maya, some reserve of power alien to it and yet easy enough to latch onto, and instantly in a burst of blood, skin, and cloth, your cherub wings burst through Maya's back. As Mallory's eyes widen and he goes staggering back, your wings continue to stretch outward, feathers growing longer, muscles stronger, the limbs just stretching further and further out even as the crimson-splattered white starts to fade and darken. \n\nThe rush of power tears down all the barriers between your self and Maya's, and she's suddenly aware. Aware of you, aware of what's happening... and what really happened. That her memory was altered, her past changed. In a flood, she knows what was done to her... what was stolen from her. How you were both taken from each other. A second scream of soul-deep anger overlaps the one still tearing from your throat, even as a second pair of already-black wings slices free of your back... Maya's wings. All of your resentment, your anger, your loss, it echoes with Maya's more and more strongly, until there's no difference between them, until your souls, separated by the violation of reality that was perpetrated on you, flow together and into one.\n\nYou slowly rise up, taller and grander than you ever were, eyes solid blue and crackling with energy, your face a pityless mask of hate as your four fury-black wings beat the air. Mallory topples onto his back and scrambles backwards a little as you step forward, beginning a slow, intent march towards him.\n\nWith impacts like lightning bolts, angels appear ringing the two of you, knees bent as the pavement and ground craters under the force of their arrival, the very air seeming to glow with the sheer amount of celestial energy concentrated in one place. Each has at least one flaming sword in hand, the makes and shapes different, but all of them shining with golden fire bright and intense enough to burn a pure mortal's eyes out of their head. "Jamiel! Stand down!" one of the Asar barks, pointing his blade at you.\n\n"The Cherub you would have twisted into another soulless tool of Heaven is gone, Vaniel," you reply in your twin voices, turning your crackling blue eyes towards him. "You address Jamayel. And I will have no more mercy for those of Heaven that stand in my way than this monster," you add, looking back to the trembling, obviously terrified Mallory. "Let me make done with him and we will have no quarrel."\n\n"You know we can't do that, Fallen," one of the other Asar snarls. "You cannot be allowed to do as you will, not to take one more step."\n\n"Come, you are surrounded, outnumbered, unarmed," one of the others urges more gently. "You are young, Jam-... -mayel, this misstep might yet be forgiven. Surrender, return to Heaven with us. It might yet be that Father may judge you worthy of forgiveness."\n\n<hr>\n[["... Very well."|ChJa]]\n\n[["Oh? Am I unarmed?"|ChJa3x4]]

Figures they'd lump practically all the melee classes in together. You take the book down and flip it open, and are amused to discover that it does in fact contain a class called 'Warrior'. Apparently they're meant to be at least a little bit of everything from the various melee classes... they're proficient with pretty much every weapon there is, they get a lot of class skills and skill points like rangers or rogues, they eventually start getting bonuses to their AC from Wisdom like a monk, and even get a little bit of personal healing and damage boosts like a Paladin or Cleric, along with a very mild version of a Barbarian's rage. The tradeoff is that they only get up to Medium armor proficiency and their Will save is in the toilet, but you could probably work with that. Just go for a Dexterity-based build, wear light armor (or even eventually no armor at all), apply the right feats, don't dump stat Charisma because you can use the bonuses to Intimidate with some of those feats to consistently get a good to-hit, and-\n\nYou give a loud oof as someone suddenly thumps firmly into you from behind, making you stagger forward. You expect to hit the bookshelf but instead stumble right into another person, the jolt jarring the book out of your hands and letting it drop. While you're still reeling a little in shock at the sudden double-bump you're assaulted by the roar of a crowd, the din that can only come of a few hundred people all packed into a single space conversing with others nearby. You whip your head back and forth, finding that you're actually surrounded by a press of people, many of them sweaty and muscled and wearing various sorts of armor or odd clothing that looks like something out of an RPG manu-... -al...\n\nYou look down at yourself, and stare at the cleavage looking back at you. Your boobs are easily an E-cup now, full and firm and held in position by a snug leather top that leaves the upper slopes bare, while still enclosing your shoulders, arms, and... from the feel of it... neck. A slight shift has the feeling of chain links sliding across your midriff, down to a bit above your hips. You can't see very well in the press of people, but a bit of patting finds that you're wearing leather chaps, and a chainlink loincloth that drapes in front and back... and has nothing underneath it, effectively leaving your ass and pussy bare. Flushing a little, you reach up to brush hair out of your face... it's thick and a bit shaggy and slightly past shoulder-length, black with a blue streak in the bangs. You can also tell that you're wearing at least three swords and a squarish pack settled in the middle of your back.\n\n"Ooookay, this is some next-level fuckery," you murmur, looking around at the crowd again. Yup, all clearly adventurers. There's blue sky and a hot sun overhead, and high brownish-tan stone walls. Up ahead you can just barely see some sort of raised stage, where someone in very official-looking garb is reaching into a barrel and pulling out a small wood plank. He reads it, then calls out, his voice somehow carrying over the tumult.\n\n"Next for group Owl, dungeon Morgas! Cyan! Cyan, come forward and be counted!"\n\nUh? You've been here like two minutes and you're already getting called out? What the heck?\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, better go on up.|GGWar1x1]]\n\n[[Nope, keep your head down and get out.|GGWar]]

"The girl that needs to fall in love, I guess I'll take that one," you decide after a moment.\n\nKariel actually hesitates briefly. You get the distinct impression she was hoping you'd pick something else, her motions a bit slow as she pulls a small red leather journal out of thin air. "Okay. But I'm gonna come along with you just at the start. You probably need to hear a few things."\n\nYou blink, but as she holds out her hand you nod and take it, lacing your fingers with hers. There's a flutter, and you suddenly find yourself standing in a bedroom. A very familiar bedroom, actually, one that you were only in a few days ago. You blink at the person laying on the bed reading a book. "Maya?"\n\n"Yeah, this particular mission is someone you knew when you were mortal. I kind of thought it might be a little much, but orders from upstairs were that I had to give you at least the opportunity. Um, here." Kariel passes you the journal, and you glance at her, then at Maya, before starting to read.\n\nThe brief summary of Maya's life is pretty familiar to you, after all you've known her since you were both small. Though one part makes you yelp. "Wait, Maya had a crush on me?!" \n\n"Shocking," Kariel replies in a monotone, putting her hands to her cheeks in the first display of sarcasm you've so far seen out of the otherwise chipper and upbeat angel. "Nobody knew. She hid it so well."\n\n"I mean, I know!" you splutter, looking back at the book and missing the redheaded cherub rolling her eyes. Your eyes widen a little further though as you see the notes about how the incubus that the two of you summoned has now taken over your life as 'Mallory', complete with everyone remembering him in place of you. Including Maya, meaning her crush is on him instead. You feel a trembling start in your wings and start to pass through your entire body, your breathing turning ragged and the world starting to darken, until Kariel's hand claps down on your shoulder and yanks you to face her.\n\n"Be. Careful." Neither cheerful or sarcastic now, her cute face is utterly solemn as she stares into your eyes. You blink a few times, suddenly feeling tired, the trembling gradually stopping. "You're a very new angel, Jamiel. Your nature hasn't had time to completely overwrite all of your old human traits or enmities. If you give in to the drive for vengeance, you could Fall."\n\nYou somehow understand that the last word she used was capitalized, and just what it means. You take a deep breath, let it out a little shakily. "But... that demon has stolen my life! And... and Maya, she-"\n\n"Jamiel, why do you think Shotiel agreed to the deal he made with Malorinimaxira?" Kariel presses, leaning in. "You were important, it's true, we don't get new angels very often. But it's also because Malorinimaxira isn't Malorinimaxira anymore... he's Mallory. He's demon energy inhabiting a human body... but there's the chance that over time that human body will influence that energy, make it more human. And the more he experiences of the good parts of humanity, the more that energy will change, become more human. That deal wasn't just to save one soul... he was hoping to save two."\n\nYou open and close your mouth a few times, before finally giving a defeated nod. "I... I'll do my best."\n\n"Okay. Look, the best thing to do is possess her and guide her towards a love interest. Once you're inside you should still have access to all the knowledge in that," she adds, tapping the journal. "Just give it a go, and remember. Keep control. Everyone deserves a chance at love. Everyone deserves an opportunity to be saved."\n\nWith that, her wings flutter once, and she's simply gone. You stare for a moment at the spot where she was, before turning and staring at Maya, still reading and utterly oblivious to everything that just happened. Or that you ever existed. Almost feeling another attack of whatever it was come back, you take a few deep breaths to push it back. No, you need to focus. Instinctively knowing what to do, you tilt forward and surrender yourself to the gravity of Maya's mortal body. And just like that, you're looking out through her eyes, reading the book yourself.\n\nYou close the book and sit up, adjusting a little to suddenly knowing everything Maya knew. She really does remember Mallory in place of you... a much more outgoing, cheerful, rather smirky person that still somehow has the same history. You try not to get angry, since you're not sure how much of that you can pick up on. The mission is to find Maya someone to truly fall in love with... and if you take Kariel to heart, that includes Mallory, because it could save him as well as Maya.\n\nYou review the knowledge of the book, and its suggestions of who might make a good match for Maya. One of the potentials is [[Kevin|ChJa]], your other main friend from back when you were Jamie. You know that he and Maya know each other, even if they aren't really friends themselves, but apparently they have the potential to be more. There's also her friend [[Morrigan|ChJa]], who you don't think you've met, another goth girl from school. Oddly enough, the third suggestion isn't one person, but [[a couple|ChJa]] she hasn't met yet, seniors at school. The fourth is... [[Mallory|ChJa3x2]].

"What if we could do it all in one go?" you ask after some thought.\n\n"It'd definitely cut down on our risk, though it'd still be a big one. But there's just no way to go that amount of distance without any rest or sleep," Jane answers with a shake of the head. "We're not trained soldiers, we'd collapse of exhaustion partway there."\n\n"There has to be something around here that would let us do it. I mean, a place like this isn't exactly swimming in professional ethics, right?" you add dryly. "There has to be some sort of... performance enhancer, or pharmacy-grade No-Doze, or something like that."\n\nShe purses her lips thoughtfully, then gives a slow nod. "I think I might have seen something like that, actually. There's a medical station near the dining room that I've raided for bandages and basic painkillers a few times. I never wanted to stay in it long enough to try and clear it out, but I did see a few things that looked like epipens with weird symbols on them. Those might be the sort of performance enhancers you're talking about."\n\n"Great, let's go take a look!"\n\n"Not so fast. This building is safer than outside, but there's a reason I bar the door. There are these little things that scamper all over the place, I call 'em 'Biters'. If they nip you you'll get so turned on you can't think, their teeth have some kind of aphrodisiac venom. They won't be a huge problem at this time of day and so far from their nest, but one of the reasons I never did a more thorough raid of the pharmacy is the Blob."\n\n"... The Blob?"\n\n"Well, that's what I call him. He's a raptor... a really fat one. Apparently he wandered in and developed a taste for sweets, like ice cream and snack cakes. The raptors seem to hate how cold it is in this building so even he's not always around, but there's usually like a fifty-fifty chance he'll be lurking around the snack bar that's right next to the pharmacy. About the only good point is that he's about the only raptor you could even possibly outrun, but despite his gut he's still fast over short distances."\n\n<hr>\n[[We'll have to chance it.|Sauria]]\n\n[[We'll have to do something about the Blob.|Sauria]]

Your wings angle as you lunge forward, plunging your hand directly into Mallory's chest. His eyes widen and mouth opens in shock, horror, and pain... and then twists into a rictus of something beyond agony, an inhuman sound ripping from his throat as you tighten your grip around something inside him not just of flesh, but something far more innate and connected.\n\nWith a roar of rage, Vaniel rushes into motion, with a speed that would have been instantaneous and imperceptible to mortal eyes, or even most demons or angels, his massive flaming broadsword swinging down towards you. And yet you turn to meet him, yanking your hand free of Mallory's chest and up to meet him, a deep, discordant explosion of sound signaling the striking of edge on edge. Vaniel's blazing golden eyes stare down at you, an outrage borne of offense beyond measure in them as he looks at you across the crossing of his own heavy, straight flaming angel blade and the equally long, curved black sword in your own bloody hand, the golden flames clashing with the purple lightning playing across it, the light setting off the flickers of purple in the otherwise obsidian mirror surface.\n\n"You... monster!" Vaniel snarls, pressing down harder on his sword as the others stand watching in astonishment, as if he could still cut you in two if he only tried, his mighty wings spreading wider behind him like a wide curtain of pure, snowy righteousness.\n\nYour booted feet twist on the road as the pavement cracks and sunders beneath you, knees bending slightly beneath the strength of one of Heaven's mightest warriors. And then something like a tiny, sour smile curls one corner of your mouth, and Vaniel has just a moment of heightened shock and outrage before you snap your arm outward, sending him rocketing backwards to strike the street and go rolling like some common drunk tossed out of a bar. "Of course I'm a monster," you say quietly as you rise back up to your full height, hair now moving as if in an unseen underwater current, the crackling of blue energy in your eyes intensifying in time with the purple lightning around the weaponized demon soul in your hand, slowly turning your gaze across the ring of stunned Asar as you flick your hand hard, sending the blood smearing your fist and sword flying to spatter on the ground.\n\n"I'm an angel."\n\nAnd then they're all rushing in at you at once, the forces of Heaven set on punishing you for your latest offense against their very beings. A flaming scimitar lashes towards your neck, your wings bunching as you dodge back just far enough to let it miss you and then strike the back of it in passing, knocking the Asar's blow far wider than he meant and delivering a hard kick directly to his chest, feeling the celestial equivalent of bones crack and shatter under your bootheel in the quarter-instant before the angel is sent shooting backwards, knocking a fire hydrant off with enough force to send it plowing through the door of a parked car. A greatsword slashes towards your waist, and you quickly leap up, wings beating and putting you into a horizontal spin, demon soul sword lashing out and taking off both the Asar's hands at the forearm, leaving him to stagger back as the momentum sends his weapon into the air. You grab it with your free hand as you land, wheeling and throwing it, the angel blade plunging hilt-deep into the chest of one of the furthest-back of the Heavenly warriors. A pair of kodachi flashes out, one aiming for your sword hand and the other for the back of your knee, trying to disable you. You flip over the head of your attacker, landing behind her and flicking your sword out, beheading the angel that tried to tempt you with your Father's forgiveness.\n\nIn moments the street and everything near it is shattered and broken, Mallory's empty husk torn to shreds by the forces of the angelic battle. Every strike of weapon on weapon shatters more windows, inflicts more impact wave damage on the houses, one of them collapsing entirely. Without a second thought in the midst of it, you grab one of the angels by the front of his tunic, twisting your body and putting all your strength into throwing him, sending him shooting through Jamie's house at such a speed that much of the debris of its destruction is dragged with him as he also plows through the house behind it, and the next, and the next. You turn and stab all the way through the chest of one of the remaining angels, then yank hard, slicing right through her chest and arm out the side to behead another. All around you the corpses of your defeated enemies have begun to burn, no longer able to contain the holy fire that serves them in place of a soul.\n\n"Petulent child!"\n\nYou turn slowly to face Vaniel, who's taken a perch atop a still-standing streetlamp, scowling down at you derisively.\n\n"Do you think you are the first rebel Heaven has put down? Or even the tenth? This rage, this foolish plunge into darkness, do you think it is justified? What do you hope for? You've turned your back on everything that you had. Abandoned the ties of morality that made you love those who were stolen from you in the first place. Look at what you have done!" he snaps, pointing his sword towards the demolished house that held Jamie's family.\n\nYou turn your head slightly to look at the rubble. Then, dispassionately, you turn your crackling blue eyes back to Vaniel. "I didn't start this fight. You did. Unfortunately for you, and the rest of Heaven, I also intend to finish it."\n\n"Then come and have your end at the hands of the holy, you sniveling edgelord!" Vaniel snarls, raising his sword in preparation for your attack. "I have the high ground!"\n\nYou give a soft snort of derision. Then, putting on a burst of speed, you snake the tip of your blade beneath one of the discarded angelic kodachi, flicking it into the air and spinning around, striking the butt of it with your demon soul blade with enough force to both shatter it and send it shooting towards Vaniel. He quickly sweeps his own sword in front of himself in an attempt to deflect... which likely would have worked, had the weapon been left intact. But at least half gets through, the celestial shrapnel flitting through the front of his throat and disappearing, leaving tiny red holes that take a second to begin bleeding. Vaniel stares at you with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing silently, before he topples backwards and thumps bonelessly to the ground, his corpse bursting into golden flame.\n\nWithout hesitation you turn and begin walking away... only to flinch and hunch in on yourself as the mighty blast of a horn rends the air, the sun almost seeming to explode as the day turns to pure overwhelming luminescence. As the ringing in even your reinforced ears lessens, you straighten up and open your eyes. The neighborhood looks like an atomic bomb went off not terribly far away, scorched frames of shattered homes smoldering and smoking, not a single shred of grass or living tree to be seen. A trio of armored figures hovers in the air above, each of them spreading six immense, but otherwise motionless wings that are almost enough to blot out the sun, but not their own radiance. \n\n"Is it the end of the world already?" you ask flatly, briefly reaching up to brush a finger over one of your ears, glancing at the blood smearing it before returning your gaze to the archangels, refusing to flinch or avert your eyes from their light.\n\n"For you," Gabriel answers evenly, hooking the horn back to its attachment on the armor.\n\n"You have fallen to rage, hate, vengeance, and violence," Rafael declares, armored fists clenching.\n\n"And you have slain your brothers and sisters," Michiel adds gravely, pain written across the archangel's beautiful face.\n\n"... Rage? Hate? Vengeance? Violence?" Slowly your face twists with rage again, your fist tightening around your sword. "And what do you call genocide? As a punishment for disobeying orders, yet. Can you do such a thing, <i>twice</i>, without rage, without hate? What is that if not vengeance? If not violence?!"\n\n"You <i>dare</i>?!" Michiel roars, massive sword swinging upwards in readiness, as if about to smite you then and there for your blasphemy.\n\n"And who are <i>you</i> to lecture <b>me</b> on how to treat a <b><i>brother</i></b>!!" you howl back at him, swinging your own sword up in readiness.\n\nYour words actually seem to affect the archangel, movements pausing and beautiful face stricken. The other two flick their eyes towards the third, before turning their attention wholly back to you. "You have this one last chance, Fallen," Gabriel declares. "Surrender yourself to our justice. Your newfound strength may have been able to best a handful of hastily-chosen Asar, but you have no hope against the trinity assembled before you. Should you fight, we will destroy you such that you never existed. You are alone. You have betrayed and abandoned all bonds of fellowship and family. None will stand by your side."\n\n<hr>\n[[... Fine.|ChJa]]\n\n[[All bonds? Are you sure?|ChJa]]

You turn back to face her, folding your arms. "Your goal has always been to lay low City Guard and prove that he's not really superior to what humans can do, right? Among other things," you add.\n\n"Yes, that's true," Alexa says slowly. "It's why I've fought against him whenever possible with what were obviously technological creations. If it was obvious that he could be humbled by humanity, then perhaps people would stop looking towards him as the sole bastion of goodness in the world."\n\n"But you're limited by what science is able to produce, even bleeding-edge behind-closed-doors science," you pick up, seeing her face darken. "Don't misunderstand me, I'm not criticizing you. It's no more shameful than an expert swordsman being limited by only having access to a bronze dagger, or an expert marksman only having access to a Glock. You can't always get ahold of the materials that you need, or synthesize the ones that you can imagine, and obviously power sources are going to be a problem. That's true of all technology, isn't it?"\n\nAlexa nods slowly. "In essence. There are numerous factors, of course, but with access to the proper materials and energy sources, then many more things become possible."\n\nYou hold out your hand, turning it palm up, and allow azure energy to swirl and form, condensing down into your palm and taking shape before the light 'pops' and reveals a glowing green stone in a ring of silky-looking grey metal. You roll it to your fingertips and toss it to Alexa, who catches it out of the air and looks at it curiously, Marie leaning in to do so as well. "Pure energy, rendered into a dense crystalline matrix to solidify and stabilize it, embedded in setting of a molecular alloy to create an effectively new metal... call it 'Naquada', if you want, I based the general properties off of what it could do in that show."\n\nAlexa stares at it, then raises her eyes to you. "You're saying that you can just... make things like this?"\n\n"So could humanity, given a few centuries of intense scientific development and a few lucky breakthroughs. All I'm doing is giving you access to materials. It will still be up to you to decide how best to utilize them, to know what you need and ask me for it." You consider for a moment, then smile, just the tiniest bit. "Think of me like a genie. Phenomenal cosmic power... but you have to know what wishes to make, Alexa. I'm sure someone as smart as you can do that."\n\nOver the next few weeks, Alexa of course asks you to create various things... different metals, assorted kinds of power sources, miniaturized components that she doesn't have sufficiently delicate microtools to create herself. You do your best to keep in good rapport with her, hanging back when necessary, involving yourself in the work here and there... the idea is to let her feel accomplished for her progress without thinking of you as being just a resource replicator. Eventually she calls you back to her lab, showing off the green and purple suit of powered armor roughly eight feet tall, far more sleek and refined-looking than any of the others you've seen displayed elsewhere in the base.\n\n"Here it is. Weapons capable of turning solid stone and metal to dust, forcefield projectors, a biological regeneration field for the inside of the suit, mental stabilizers and neural hookups. All technology hundreds of years ahead of its time, made possible by what we've done together," Alexa asserts, smiling as she folds her arms over her chest. "This is more than City Guard's equal. I'll be able to handily lay him low with this... maybe even toy with him a bit to make sure he's lost."\n\n<hr>\n[["Good. Spit in God's eye."|FemPalV]]\n\n[["... Hmmmm."|FemPalV11xEnd1]]

"Alright, c'mon, let's hurry and get out of here," you urge, reaching out to grab her wrist with one hand and keeping your pistol aimed forward with the other as you start tugging her along.\n\n"Y-yes, you're right of course, please, let's get out."\n\nYou pass through the mangled medbay without incident, though Lymiel makes a small noise of dismay... you're not sure whether it's over the destruction of her workplace, or the implications that has for her coworkers. Either way, neither of you have time to dwell on it as you hurry through. But as you emerge into the hallway outside, Lymiel suddenly gasps and lurches, staggering backwards and pulling her hand out of your grip, hugging herself. "I... something... something feels strange...!"\n\nYou turn towards her nervously. "Huh? What's wrong?"\n\n"I don't know, I feel..." Her words trail off into a cry of mingled shock and orgasm as she throws her head back, her legs quivering as a splash of arousal soaks her inner thighs and spatters on the floor. You stare in shock as her hips buck and twitch, and her stomach begins to swell. In moments she looks full-term pregnant, and either from the strange shifting of weight or the near-constant climaxes she's experiencing, she topples backwards, laying on her back with her hips jutting, fucking the air as she reveals those torn tights and equally shredded panties, her absolutely drenched and gushing cunt quivering... and spreading. Something smooth, sleek, and grey-black is slowly pushing its way out of her, the elf woman's eyes almost completely rolled up in her head, her cries garbled noises that show her brain's been battered into mush by the constant cumming. Her pink pussy stretches taut and then just keeps going as the head-sized thing pushes out, then drops to the floor with a clunk. It's more of an oval than an actual egg, closer to being the same thickness all throughout, though it's covered in random bumps of numerous different shapes.\n\nYou're still frozen in shock and horror as one of those bumps starts to push outward, bits of it extending, starting to take on the shape of... fingers?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Run!|GGOri]]\n\n[[Shoot it!|GGOri]]\n\n[[Grab for Lymiel!|GGOri6x2]]

You have to get out of here, but you can't leave someone behind! Rushing past the growing, altering "egg", you grab for the other woman's arm, trying to pull her to her feet. "C'mon! Get up, get up, we've gotta get out of here!" You can't move her, her body completely limp, but now you're operating mostly on panicked adherence to the last thing like a plan you had.\n\nShe stirs, and for a moment you think she's responding and starting to get up... only to yelp as she grabs the wrist of your hand holding your pistol, hauling you in against her and wrapping her other arm around you. She's surprisingly strong, especially since she's otherwise still laying there limp, and your increasingly frantic struggles can't seem to free you from her grip. You freeze in shock as she leans her head up, her voice surprisingly soft and clear-seeming as she murmurs, "I'm sorry... part of it's still in me... and I have to help it perpetuate the species."\n\n"No! Lymiel, let me go, we've gotta-!" You cut off as you hear and feel the back of your coat being torn away, and hands falling to grip on your ass, squeezing firmly. You look over your shoulder, mute with horror at the sight of the humanoid Fiend behind you. Because that's all it is... humanoid. Its head is completely smooth and blank, lacking any features at all, but it has one, as well as a neck, shoulders, two arms, and a torso that you can see, all human-ish shaped and roughly symmetrical, but devoid of any definition or shape, like it had been shaped from clay. You struggle to yank your hand with your pistol free, panicking as you feel it grab a fistful of the seat of your bodysuit and yank, baring your ass and pussy to the cold bunker air. "No! No stop! Don't! I-!"\n\nYour protests are cut off as the thing slams its huge cock into you, making you yowl out in shock... both at the sudden penetration, the size of it, and the absolutely unexpected and instantaneous pleasure. It begins pounding fast and hard, like a wild beast, though its hands feel dissonantly human as it grabs your hips and hauls you back against its thrusts. Your eyes roll up in your head, jaw clenching as you're nearly instantly overwhelmed by the pleasure of it, your pussy soon giving small splashes around its gray-black girth as it pumps into you.\n\n"Yes, it feels quite good, doesn't it?" Lymiel whispers, her voice soft and somewhere between amazed, tired, and sensual, the easiness of the tone stroking through your overwhelmed brain in complete dissonance to the otherwise completely bestial pleasure slamming through your body. "We'd documented various Fiend secretions with aphrodisiac qualities, but it appears this particular branch of Fiend evolution is pleasurable to the very touch. Their cells set off some sort of chain reaction on contact that induces a strong breeding urge... as well as a maternal instinct for resulting offspring. Yes... yes, that's what it is... I'm so sorry, but... I have to help my child rape you. But you seem to be enjoying it nonetheless."\n\nNot that you have any choice. You're cumming with every single thrust of the Fiend's hips, its cock seeming to work deeper into you with every thrust, its smooth gray-black hips slapping against your ass loudly in the otherwise silent hallway, the only other noise being your gurgled, choked moans of whorish orgasm. And then suddenly it's thrusting in hard, and you can feel something rushing liquid and hot inside you, like a volcanic explosion of molten orgasm that batters your brain and has you seeing white, your body thrashing and writhing, hips humping mindlessly back towards the twitching, spurting abomination's prick to keep it inside you. \n\nYou fade partly out of consciousness, only vaguely aware of going completely limp, and then feeling the humanoid Fiend pull out of you and then Lymiel wiggle out from under you, rolling you onto your back in the process. Then you're grabbed by one wrist, your body lifted slightly as you're dragged along the floor, leaving a trail of girlcum and black ooze from your gaping, quivering pussy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have to... do something...|GGOri]]\n\n[[Pass out.|GGOri]]

You wait for Amanda to find a spot to curl up in before laying down beside her, resting on your back with your hands on your belly. She feels warm and doesn't move away from you, but nor does she say anything else, apparently content with this arrangement.\n\nSometime in the night you wake up, instantly listening for whatever woke you. You hear heavy footsteps that you identify as Hod's moving around the fire. He pauses, then turns and heads away from camp. You lay still and wait for his footfalls to return, and then lay back down across the fire. Deciding he must have merely needed to pee, you wait a few minutes, then settle back into sleep.\n\nThe next few days pass without real incident. Amanda is mostly quiet, apparently thinking over her ordeal and what she's going to do when she reaches the city. You yourself have a lot to think about... wondering how you got here, if you can get home, or if that's even possible. The thing that seemed to bring you here is now many miles in the past, after all, and in the possession of a bunch of women(?) who probably aren't very happy with you. \n\nOn the last night before you reach Adarode, you wake up to the feeling of Amanda rolling over and snuggling up against your side, apparently while still asleep. You can't help but wrap an arm around her, admitting to yourself that she's become very precious to you over the last few days. When you wake again in the morning, she's already awake, blue eyes watching your face. When she sees that you're looking at her, she blushes and averts her gaze, clambering to her feet. You have to wonder if you've become precious to her, too.\n\nAt midday, you see walls and towers rising up over the edge of the landscape. Several hours more sees more people on the road, and an hour after that you're at the gates of Adarode itself. A guard looks over Jacob's goods and gives you a long, suspicious look, before finally waving the wagon on through. Once you're inside the city proper, the two of you bid goodbye to the ebullient Jacob and the sour Hod and clamber down to stand on the cobblestone streets.\n\n"One of my cousins lives here, we should most likely visit her home," Amanda says, looking at you with a smile, and clearly trying to ignore some of the mildly scandalized looks people are giving her for wearing a (rather tattered, at this point) shift in public.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're going where she's going. Lead on.|ShemaleBarbarian3x9]]\n\n[[If you get much closer to her, you won't want to leave. You have to make your own way.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n

* <b>Main:</b> Updates to [[Capture|GGCaptureStart]]:\n** Cyan can leap out of the alley and try to shoot Tifa with the Mysogibot Rifle the second she passes. This completes Tifa's MB Rifle option.\n** She can now also look in on the reconditioned Tifa in the Slut Gallery.\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy and Cody can now go to [[Cosplay Casbah|BuddyOct12x1]] investigating Buddy's transformation into Mai Shiranui.\n* <b>Main:</b> Wilma can explore the arcade at [[Felipe's Funland|WilmaFun4x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[not hear anything|QOSuc5x1]] after first arriving in the adventure world with Mary. (There's a few other tweaks in other parts of the Adventure World scenario too.)\n* Fixed a bug in the new Capture bits.\n* More Wilma at Funland stuff.\n* <b>Main:</b> "Kovam" can now decide he's had enough of "Cyan's" [[bullshit|GGMonk13x2]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can [[tell her mother|GGDog1x4]] what happened at the dog park.\n* More stuff of Cyan and her mom.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can now tell Ami to [[stay behind|Cypher5x1]] when going to the Mulsap Twelve station.\n* <b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can now suggest that he, Maya, and Keva [[all go out together|QOFamInc1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> FFTL2x7 (train yard split) FFTL2x19 (clues)\n* <b>Main:</b> Anubilis can now continue on to [[conquer Michiru|HLSenshi14x6]] after enslaving Haruka. Female Anubilis can also elect to [[leave Rei's apartment|HLSenshi13x4]]. (Also changed her look a bit.)\n* <b>Main:</b> Sam and Aunt Kelly can now set up their camping tent on the [[Thunderbird stone|Camping5x1]].

Assassins are what they call Thieves over on the red side, but they're totally not the villains, y'know. Anyway, when you select the class, the simple robe the Midnight Elf is wearing shrinks, turning into a red-trimmed black sleeveless yukata-style garment, fishnets sheathing her legs up to high on the thigh and from knuckle to almost the shoulder on her arms, a mask creeping up her neck and covering her lower face. Not a bad look, you've gotta say.\n\nNext up is... traits? Gotta be the new update thing. Not a lot of meat on the bones as far as telling you what they do, but you figure you can parse their meaning well enough. \n\n<center>Choose your character's trait.</center>\n\n[[Unnoticeable|GGMEA]] - Your Assassin can enter a state of being completely undetectable to others, no matter what they do; they cannot attack in this state, but can still affect the environment. Have a care about spending too long in this state, lest it become permanent! (So a completely undetectable stealth where you can buff and even activate triggers and such, but probably a debuff to attacking if you spend too long in it.)\n\n[[Artifact Hoarder|GGMEA]] - Your Assassin focuses on stealing the powerful artifacts of their targets, using their magical abilities for themselves. Not all artifacts are within your Assassin's ability to control, however, even if they can be activated! (So you can pick up activatables off enemies and use them, but they'll occasionally give you a debuff.)

"Cool, I wonder if they put anything good in 'em while they were at it?" you wonder aloud, making your way around to your own locker and bending to open it up, a half second behind Veronka doing the same with hers.\n\nYour head snaps to the side at a flicker of motion, just in time to catch Veronka's yelp and her wide-eyed expression of surprise as she's abruptly yanked into her footlocker, the lid clapping closed. A huff of warm air washing over you makes you turn your head back towards your own locker, and at the sight of the pulsating red insides lining the inner walls and the jagged fangs ringing the edges of the lid. Before your brain can really process what you're seeing, something that looks like nothing so much as a long, broad tongue whips out, wrapping around your upper body and pinning your arms to your sides before yanking you inside, your own yelp of shock and protest suddenly muffled in the darkness you find yourself in.\n\nThe inside of the Fiend isn't actually any bigger than your lockbox was, its tight quarters with the lid closed forcing you into a balled-up position, your bent legs practically against your chest. "Let go! Let me go, you fucker!" You try to thrash and squirm, stomping with your feet as if that might make it let you go, but besides seeming powerful on its own, your position means you can't put any real strength into the movements. "Help! Someone! Anyone! I'm in here!" you scream at the top of your voice, but from the way you seem muffled even to yourself, you doubt so much as a murmur got through this thing's shell.\n\nYou feel something wet and slightly gooey, like particularly thick saliva, starting to drip on you from above and soak your clothing from below. Wherever it touches cloth, that begins to dissolve, and wherever it touches your bare skin you feel a flush of heat, a rush of sensitivity that has you writhing in the clutches of the thing's pulsing, squeezing, slithering tongue. Your own muffled moans begin to surround you as your clothes dissolve, leaving you naked and slick in the darkness as you writhe. "What... are you doing... to me... stop it... lemmego... lemme... anh... f-fuck, lemme go...!"\n\nYour protests gradually grow more incoherent, becoming nothing but cries of mingled terror and pleasure as you writhe in the disguised Fiend's insides. Your cries only grow as tendrils and pseudopods extend from its walls, stroking over your skin, teasing at you and making sure to spread a thick layer of that gooey aphrodisiac saliva across every part of you. You can feel short, blunt tentacles pushing into your pussy and ass, barely deep enough to do more than tease you, but the effect of the slime on you there is intense and you buck and writhe more urgently, steadily losing more and more of your ability to think or your hope to be rescued, all of it starting to get washed away in the intensity of your continued orgasms.\n\nThe mimic Fiend's tongue continues to squeeze around you, sliding up and down your body and over your tits, stimulating you, squishing you, your body yielding a little more every time it squeezes. You slowly lose the energy to keep bucking and writhing, settling into the creature's clutches, your cries turning into soft, tired grunts and gasps and low, half-mindless moans. You feel so hot and slick and steadily more relaxed all over, like you're melting... actually, you're pretty sure you are melting. You quiver like a human-shaped jello mold as you feel yourself sinking deeper into the Fiend's insides, becoming nothing more than a shaking, constantly orgasming mass of material to provide the beast with energy to pounce on its next lured-in victim.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGSR6bxEnd]]

There's a really beautiful deep purple robe with lustrous red trim, obviously a woman's from the style and cut... it looks like it would probably barely come down to the bottom of your hips, and like it's meant to be so provocatively short. Even back home, a silk robe like this would probably cost hundreds of dollars... add in all the benefits from this place, and it could net you more than a suit of enchanted armor!\n\nYou reach up to snag the robe down, unable to help brushing your fingertips down the surface, feeling how absolutely perfectly soft and sleek it is. You have to try it on. The impulse is so strong and so immediate that you don't even think to question where it came from, you just know that you have to try on this robe.\n\nYou hurriedly strip out of your armor and gear, dropping it to the floor without a second thought until you're standing naked in the cool cavern, your nipples already stiff in anticipation of the feeling of silk sliding over them. You slide your arms into the long sleeves, not noticing as the skin on them begins to darken. You shiver delightedly as the silk does indeed slip over your breasts with a heavenly sensation, the feeling so smooth and luscious that it actually feels like the silk is brushing across more firm, perky flesh than is actually there. You tug the robe a bit further closed in front, glancing down and turning a bit on the balls of your feet, admiring the way the cut of the robe makes your hips look rounder and your legs somehow look even longer and curvier, even if something in the back of your head (quickly dismissed) notices that you don't remember them being such a dark blue-black color. You tug the red sash of the belt around your waist, feeling it draw snug around it a little more closely than you would have expected, but you don't even care at this point. Feeling rich, confident, and like the most perfectly sexual woman in the universe, you brush your hands back through your hair as snowy white runs from the roots of it down the length of it to your lower back, stopping at the tips and leaving them blue, a few falls of it draping over the fronts of your black-blue ears as they lengthen, the points on them becoming more distinct.\n\n"Mmm, I pity the surface-dwellers that can't dress like this every day," you coo softly, running your long, dark fingers down your hips, lightly plucking at the hem of your robe with your somewhat long but perfectly manicured nails. Then your eyes narrow at a sound from the hallway. Quickly bending to snatch up your knife (and briefly flashing your bare pussy and ass to the rest of the cave), you quickly slink over to the shadows near the doorway, pressing yourself to the wall and waiting. As you suspected, it would seem the supposed master of the house has returned... your dark lips curve upwards in a smirk. Not just a male, but a <i>male</i>... a Drow one, that is. Long hair, red and black robes in what you suppose is a fashionable masculine cut, though it doesn't show him off like an object nearly enough for your preferences. Still, he seems fair enough of face and build, you wouldn't mind having one or two like him once you've established yourself.\n\nHe pauses to look around the cavern, and you wait for the momentary freezeup as he spots your armor (ugh, you really must get something more stylish soon) scattered on the floor and the open wardrobe. In the second where he's shocked but before he can properly be on guard, you rush out, slinging an arm around his neck and throwing him to the floor hard enough to rattle him. You drop down, seating yourself in the most convenient place possible (his lap) to bring your blade up to his throat. Smirking down at him, you let your glowing red eyes meet his, giving your shoulders a slight, confident roll that makes your full tits jiggle beneath the silk, the front of the robe having fallen open with your motion to bare a fair amount of them. "Hello there, pet," you greet him in an appropriately smug tone.\n\nHe scowls defiantly up at you. "Great. Whatever you were before, you're a Drow woman now. The one thing I didn't particularly want to see in person again."\n\n"Poor baby," you coo mockingly, pursing your lips. "Did someone decide he wanted to have 'rights' and 'be treated like a person'? Pathetic."\n\n"I was content with being left <i>alone</i>," he snarls back. "And you'd be wise to drop that knife, if you know what's good for you."\n\n"Mm? And why's that?" you inquire, tilting the knife and pressing it just firmly enough in one spot that a single drop of blood wells up against the steel.\n\nHe hisses, then bares his teeth at you. "You may have gotten lucky enough to get through the front entrance, but that's as much of a trap as anything... every single room and piece of equipment here is powerfully enchanted! Even I can't get out without going through thirty-seven intricate steps! You'll never manage to leave this place without my cooperation! A fate worse than death lurks around every corner, and your only chance is to drop that knife and surrender!"\n\n<hr>\n[[He's telling the truth.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[He's lying.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[He's bluffing.|GGRogue13x3]]

The chances of the wardrobe being heavily trapped seem minute, and it would pretty much be the easiest to disengage from if you did hear someone coming. Still, you do a quick check of the lock, and do find that it has a fairly simple magical trap on it, only a minute or so's work for someone of your skill level.\n\nYou step back a bit as you swing the doors open. As you predicted, you almost immediately spot several bikinis, speedos, and other modern-looking swimming garments, but also some other loungewear like robes and pants. All of it looks like it's made of extremely high-quality silk... hm, maybe this is that Drow stuff? If so, everything in here from the pajama pants to the bikini probably has an Armor Class. Both the rarity and the protection means you could probably sell this stuff for a pretty penny (or more like a pretty pouchful of gold pieces). \n\nYou look over some of the garments. Let's see, let's see, what to take first...?\n\n<hr>\n[[A bikini.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[A speedo.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[A one-piece.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[A robe.|GGRogue13x2]]\n\n[[Pajama pants.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[Wait, what was that...?|GGRogue]]

You open and close your mouth in shock as your aunt straightens up, briefly revealing the trimmed thatch of brown hair above her pussy before the hem of her blouse falls to barely cover it. She steps forward and goes to her knees in front of you, hands shamelessly moving to undo the front of your jeans and then tug them and your underwear down, your hips reflexively lifting to let her do so. She coos as your stiff prick pops free, smiling at it as she wiggles your jeans off along with your socks and sneakers. "Not bad at all, sweetheart," she purrs, wrapping her hand around your shaft and giving it a few much more experienced strokes than Maya's awkward jerks, her wrist twisting with a practiced motion.\n\nYou gasp loudly, hips jerking at her strokes, staring down with wide eyes as your aunt leans forward and wraps her mouth around your cockhead, enclosing it in warm wetness and immediately starting to roll her tongue around it. Those familiar whiskey-brown eyes look up at you, meeting yours as she begins bobbing her head, tongue working the underside of your prick as you whimper and tremble.\n\nYour aunt runs her hands up and down your bare thighs, her lips curled up in a bit of a grin around your cock. Her head twists lightly back and forth as she moves, barely pausing as your tip nudges the opening of her throat, and then you're being sheathed in that squeezing, sucking tightness. You can't help but have the thought that your late uncle was a very lucky man, your head arching back and eyes closing as you moan loudly, before forcing yourself to look at her again. Aunt Lina actually winks at you, before sliding her mouth down completely over your cock, tongue teasing at the meeting of your shaft and sack.\n\nYou're not experienced enough to hold back in the face of that, and with a soft cry you start spilling down her throat. Your aunt pulls back to just the head in your mouth, one hand moving to cup and fondle your balls, encouraging you to empty them completely into her mouth as she swallows repeatedly. Only once your cock has stopped twitching and spurting does she draw back, smiling up at you again as she unbuttons her blouse and shrugs out of it, similarly quickly doing away with her bra, her large breasts hanging heavy and still rather firm as they're freed.\n\nYou swallow loudly as she leans forward and wraps them around your cock, kneading them to work them against your shaft. You whimper softly at the feeling of your cock being almost surrounded by that soft-firm smoothness, and then gasp loudly again as she leans forward and slips her mouth over your cockhead again. She rolls her eyes up to watch your face again as she works her tits against your prick and swirls her tongue around your cockhead. After a few minutes, she straightens up and sits back on her heels, with a very prim, businesslike fashion reaching out to snag the plastic grocery bag and pulling the box of condoms out of it. \n\nYou tremble a little as she uses both hands to place the condom at the tip of your cock and roll it down into place, sheathing you in it. Then she moves to straddle your lap, the underside of your rubber-coated prick rubbing along the pudgy lips of her pussy before she reaches down, nudging you into place as she lifts her hips. Then you moan as she slides down on you, feeling hot and surprisingly tight despite the layer of latex separating the two of you. You reach around her, grabbing her generous ass and feeling your fingers sink in a bit, her heavy tits swaying in front of you and brushing against your face as she starts to move.\n\n"You like Aunt Lina's pussy, sweetheart?" she coos as she begins riding your lap, ass slapping against your thighs and driving you into the cushions. "Make you feel a bit better about not getting to fuck that cute teenage piece of ass?"\n\nYou can only answer with desperate, eager moans, bucking up into her as much as you can, squeezing her ass and hauling her down against you by your grip on it. Your aunt feels free to be much more verbal, her sweet but mature voice ringing out with praise for your 'hard teenage prick' among other things. With the sound of her in your ears, the sight of those big fat tits bouncing and wobbling in your face, and the feel of her pussy squeezing around you and dripping on your balls, it's only the thorough draining she gave them earlier that lets you hold on for any real amount of time. But eventually you thrust up hard against her, groaning as you fill the condom with your load.\n\nAfter another minute of bouncing atop you and finally giving a long, sweet cry, Aunt Lina wiggles her hips for a moment before swinging off of you, your still mostly-hard cock sliding out of her, the reservoir at the tip of the condom bulging with your cum. She reaches down to slip it off of you and tie a knot in it, setting it aside but still in view, as if it were a bit of a trophy. Then she grins at you.\n\n"There's still three more in there. Why don't we order a pizza... and then use at least two more?" she suggests, winking at you and making you blush.\n\nEventually the pizza boy arrives, making some rather amusing noises when your aunt answers the door in nothing but her blouse, which is barely buttoned up enough to cover her tits and barely long enough to cover her pussy. Once the two of you have eaten, she lets you take her doggy-style right there in the kitchen, pounding your latex-sheathed prick into her from behind and seeing her ass jiggle from your hips slapping into them and her tits wobble. For the third one, she takes you to her bedroom, having you lay back and then riding you good and hard, tits bouncing and swaying heavily as she pounds herself down on you like she's trying to drive you through the mattress.\n\nYou're pleasantly exhausted by the time she leads you to the door and moves in to hug you, bare tits pressing against you as she kisses your cheek. "Come back on Wednesday afternoon, dear," she says with a smile, ruffling your hair. "I'll have some more condoms for you then, and we can fool around some more. You still have the one to use with Maya if you can manage, right?"\n\nYou nod, cheeks red as you turn to walk home in the evening dimness.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|QOLina1x2]]

As you're wheeled through the hallways, the walls gliding past you, you reflect on the last two months of your life.\n\nOf course you were interrogated, but it seemed pretty perfunctory on their parts. Even if you didn't have subliminal blocks in place to keep you from talking, you don't actually know anything of any particular worth. (At least your gun exploded when a guard took it and walked out of the room with it.) That lasted less than a day, really, of you being strapped onto an X-frame and given a bit of whipping and cropping, even a few jolts of electricity to your nipples. (Painful for the shocks, embarrassing because it made you cum.) One of the scientists wanted to dissect you to get at your 3D-printed organs, but Kuroko apparently had other plans for you. And so you were placed in the cart.\n\nThe padded interior molds to your entire body, pressing you into a tightly-packed kneeling position, your legs bent in and tightly held together against your belly, your arms pressed in just as tight with your fists between your breasts. Only your ass and pussy jut from the rear of the cart, ringed by a tight rubber seal, while only your head emerges from the back, held upright and firmly in place both by the tight straps that lead from your ring gag and connect to the side of the cart, and by your braid which is pulled back through another tight, sealed hole in the cart and tied in a knot around a bar inside... every day as part of your maintenance, the cart girl gives your head a few tugs and yanks, checking to see if your hair has grown enough to need the knot retied.\n\n"Relief time!" said cart girl, dressed like some hybrid of a ninja and a stewardess, chirps happily from behind you as a doorway with a pair of guards flanking it comes into view.\n\n"Was starting to wonder if you were coming by today, you're late," one of the guards comments casually as he moves around and out of sight of you. A moment later you can feel the tip of his cock rubbing along your exposed buttocks as he tries to decide which of your rear holes to use. A moment later you can feel him pushing into your ass, the well-used hole still tight but accepting him easily enough.\n\n"Sorry, the other guys took a bit longer today," the cheerful girl whose name you've never heard (despite the fact that you're with her, and a few others like her, every waking hour of every day) comments.\n\nThe first few days you did your best to fight, of course. You pressed out against the restraining mold inside the cart, hoping to do your best to weaken it over time, hoping to at least hold out until you could be rescued. But they must have noticed your attempts because partway into the first week they added something to the nutrient solution constantly being pumped into you that keeps your thoughts dull and your libido raging... as proven by the fact that you start to eagerly, but almost mechanically, suck at the other guard's cock as he pushes it past the rubber and metal ring holding your jaw constantly spread open, working the underside with your tongue as he starts fucking your throat. After the first month, you gave up hope of rescue... you failed in your mission, and to Katsuko you're nothing more than a discarded asset, and to Kuroko you're nothing but a piece of meat to use to keep her guards satisfied so they won't be seduced on duty.\n\nThe guards grip hold of the cart's handles and use them for leverage as they pump away at you, your view entirely taken up by the black-clad belly of the guard thrusting past your spread wide lips. You can't really see the cart yourself, of course, just what's directly in front of it, but from what you remember when you were carried over towards it, it looks almost identical to an airline refreshment trolley... you're just the refreshment, is all, you reflect dully through a little orgasm as first the guard in your pussy and then the one in your throat spill their loads deep inside you. Having used you as a cum dump, both pull out and accept wet wipes from the cart girl, cleaning up before moving back over to their posts, neither having given you so much as a backward glance. Who stares after the refreshment cart once they've got their little plastic cup of soda and their peanuts, after all?\n\nThe cart girl wheels you a bit further down the hall and around the bend, then spends a few moments cleaning you up as well. She wipes the smears of cum from your pucker and the inner curves of your buttocks, pushing it inside to clear out the inner part of your hole as well, then uses two heavily lubed fingers to briefly finger-fuck you, making sure you'll be ready for the next person who feels like using it. She trots around in front of you, wipes off your face, and then spends a moment applying a smear of chapstick to your lips. She's humming cheerfully as she does it, but you know better than to feel any sense of connection with her for her 'care'... the look in her eyes while she's attending to you says she might as well be oiling a hinge on a more standard refreshment cart.\n\nFinished, she hops up and moves back behind the cart, and once again the walls, floor, and ceiling begin cruising by. This time you make your way into a loading bay, and from there into the back of a truck. The cart girl takes a moment to lock the wheels down, then trots off, the back of the truck closing and leaving you in darkness. From here you'll be taken to another nearby facility to attend to the guards there, then one more, after which you'll come back to this one to start all over again. You don't sleep often, whatever they use to feed you seems to eliminate much of your need for it, but you do occasionally wake up to find yourself in mid-use, sometimes with the guards complaining that you don't use your tongue or that your holes don't seem as tight when you're asleep.\n\nOh well, you think distantly as you feel the vibrations of the truck as it shifts into gear. Not like you have much hope of promotion for doing a good job anyway.\n\n<b>Cyborg 00Kyoko</b> end - <i>Carted away</i>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

Once the two of you have bled off some of the leftover arousal from your experience with the ram demon, you redress and both of you set off for the location of Astaroth's vault. It's a much longer walk this time, but you feel far better than you did the other two walks. The Coat of Passage apparently helps a lot... you suppose you've already started the first steps to becoming a demon.\n\n"So are these, like... doors that are unlocked by the bracelet and aura? Or didn't you mention something about a guardian?" you ask Mallory.\n\n"Physical barriers can only prove so effective against demons no matter how much you magic them, so Astaroth didn't bother with them," your demon lover explains. "But there are some creatures out there that are the bane of almost any demon, like the powered-up green slimes."\n\n"So these are other demon creatures?"\n\n"Sort of. They're demons but more like animals I guess?" Mallory ventures. "Astaroth didn't entirely trust even her Scions, because anything with its own mind could theoretically be swayed or reconsider, eventually. These are just mindless things that obey the instinct Astaroth imbued them with. I don't know exactly what they are, just that the second will likely let us past without a problem. The first, ah... the first might be kind of hungry, you may need to appease it a little even though you're wearing the bracelet."\n\n"Of course," you answer with a sigh that's not as long-suffering as it could be. Eventually the two of you approach a crumbling tower several stories high, unassuming and made of plain grey stone. Mallory leads the way in and spends a few minutes poking around before pulling aside a bunch of dried vines, revealing a passageway down instead of up. The two of you make your way in, Mallory summoning a ball of light that hangs over his shoulder. The stairway spirals down and further down, until eventually opening up into a large, cavernous room that stretches out to the sides and high above, with the sound of water dripping from somewhere in the distance. You look around, then up, jumping a bit as you notice a strange slimy-looking greyish growth all over the ceiling... and give a small shriek as parts of it stretch down and towards you, one bulging, dripping tentacle opening the tip to reveal a large eyeball.\n\n"The bracelet, show it the bracelet!" Mallory squeaks, flailing his arms and taking a half-step back.\n\nYou nervously raise your wrist with the bracelet up in front of the eye. It blinks once... then actually nods. But all the same, a pair of tentacles reach towards you, and you squeak as they nudge aside your loincloth. You gasp loudly as one pushes deep into your ass and the other slides over your stiffening cock, starting to suck and pulsate around it. "Does <i>everything</i> here molest you?!" you whine, squirming in place as the creature milks you, your breath starting to come in panted gasps as you twist your hips, uncertain whether to thrust back against the tentacle plunging into your ass or forward against the one slurping your prick.\n\n"Yeah pretty much," Mallory answers with a shrug, having quickly calmed down and pulled out his own cock, stroking it rather absently while he watches the guardian work you over.\n\nOnce you cry out and feed the tentacle in front a nice thick load of cum, it retracts all three tentacles back up into its mass on the ceiling. You smooth your loincloth back into place and huff at Mallory, who just grins sweetly, and the two of you set off through one of several tunnels, apparently marked in such a way that your lover knows which one to take. The passage eventually seems to terminate in what looks like some sort of... flesh wall, pinkish-purple and vaguely pulsating. "I think this is the second guardian, the one we needed the Coat of Passage to get by," Mallory says after eyeing it. "If it really has worked, we should be able to walk right through."\n\nYou take a deep breath and nod, reaching out for his hand before you both step forward and against the meat wall. It parts around you, and it's a bit like walking through a sheet of water except you come out dry on the other side. You blink and look around at a room lit by numerous floating, gently bobbing blue orbs, casting the pale marble of the statue that dominates the center of the room in the same color. It's a bit over six feet tall, obviously scaled to life size, of a generously-proportioned and beautiful female demon, smiling wickedly, every detail of her nude marble body exquisitely detailed. There are three non-carved things though... the black collar around her throat, the open book resting on one outstretched hand, and the sword resting upright beneath her other hand, its blade a gleaming black mirror.\n\n"The Regalia of Astaroth," Mallory whispers, before squealing and grabbing your hands, jumping up and down. "Jamie, we did it! We really did it! We got the Regalia of Astaroth!"\n\n"We did it!" you laugh happily along with him, not even caring that your loincloth is flapping all over the place as you hop.\n\n"Now you can become a demon, and there's no way that we won't be able to use the full set to do some seriously awesome things! No one's gonna be able to pull us apart!" Mallory enthuses, grinning brightly, his red eyes sparkling.\n\nYou smile back at him, then turn and walk to the statue, eyeing it. It looks like you can just pick up the pieces... which one first, though?\n\n<hr>\n[[Sword.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Collar.|QOInc2x11]]\n\n[[Book.|QOInc]]

Well. May as well start with some fashion. You reach up and undo the collar that's part of your current ensemble, dropping it before reaching up and finding the catch of the one on the statue... well, you guess it's really more of a mantle, or something, a purple thing with a green stone in the middle. You settle it around your shoulders and tug it in close around your neck, fastening the hidden catch around the gem.\n\nYou gasp as an intense sensation immediately runs all throughout your body, a strange ice-fire feeling that simultaneously lights up your nerves and soothes them as it passes all over you and sinks in deeper to your flesh. You raise trembling hands as you see your skin start to turn blue, feel your muscles twitching and shuddering. You're starting to change form, but you're not sure into what... it almost feels like that building sensation is waiting for something. Maybe it wants <i>you</i> to pick how you look! You feel it pressing in on your mind, threatening to overwhelm you, wash everything away if you don't give it some direction.\n\nQuick! You want to be-\n\n<hr>\n[[-sleek and cute.|QOInc5x1]]\n\n[[-handsome and sophisticated.|QOInc]]\n\n[[-beautiful and curvy.|QOInc]]\n\n[[-inconspicuous and nonthreatening.|QOInc2x12]]\n\n[[-big and powerful.|QOInc]]

You want to avoid drawing attention, mostly... it's worked out for you in life so far!\n\nYou gasp loudly as you feel the energy racing through your body take on new purpose, flying along specific channels rather than building to some sort of overload. It floods through you and fills your arms, actually shrinking you several inches, your body becoming more compact, arms and legs still slender but taking on a slight muscle tone. As your butt perks up and rounds a bit despite being as small and pert as ever, you can feel your cock shrinking away, drawing inside you, a strange sensation on your crotch even as the scalemail loincloth draws up against your legs and hugs against you, gleaming metal turning into dull, supple black leather as it presses up against your new pussy and slides along the inner curves of your ass, the whole thing traveling up your body. Your chest poiks out into two barely there A-cup breasts, nipples going stiffer and puffier even as the bikini top covering them shifts and expands, turning baggy and growing downwards to meet the rising leather of your lower garment, which keeps sliding upward. Astaroth's collar shifts and withdraws, becoming a more standard black leather collar with small silver studs as the black leather one-piece hugs over your chest beneath your new black hoodie garment, then spreads up to hug your neck in a high collar.\n\nYou grit your teeth as you can feel several of them sharpening, looking down at your twitching hands as they turn blue, the nails becoming a glistening, almost obsidian-like black. You can feel a strange tingling heat in your eyes even as the room becomes brighter and comes into sharper focus. Your hair, which had been drifting around your shoulders, draws up and pulls in close again, turning short, with the drifts of it falling in front of your eyes becoming a bright red. Leggings much like Mallory's appear, sheathing your legs and leaving your toes and heels bare, your toenails turning lustrous black as well and sharpening to points. You can feel an intense pressure along the sides of your head, your growing-in horns brushing against your ears as they lengthen slightly and taper to points, even as a hole opens in the base of your one-piece so that the pressure at the base of your spine can be released, your new spade-tipped tail pushing out gradually behind you.\n\nOnce the sensation fades, you're left breathing heavily, turning your hands back and forth to stare at them, then patting yourself down. Yes, that's... two (tiny) boobs and no penises. ... Hunh. You lift your head to find Mallory staring at you. "... Geez Jamie, you're a girl. Like an actual girl. Why'd you turn into a girl?"\n\n"I-I didn't do it on purpose!" you blurt out, tail lashing behind you in agitation. "I just... I was thinking of what you said, about all the dangers of being noticed by a more powerful demon or something, and I thought... I thought it'd be good if no one noticed me or felt threatened by me, or... something!"\n\n"Hm, that'd make sense then, I guess." Mallory cups his chin a bit, looking you up and down. "Girl demons are usually less powerful than guy demons." At your flat look and glance at the nearby statue of Astaroth, he puts up his hands. "Hey, hey, it's not like it's some kinda rule, that's just how it is. These planes kinda function on rape, if you've got something that makes it easier to rape with by default..."\n\n"... Okay, point." You rub your face with both hands, sighing. Then you can't help but pout a little as you drop your hands. "S-so... me being an actual girl... you... I mean, are you... do you...?"\n\n"Mmm, well, I gotta admit, I'll miss your cock," Mallory muses aloud as he walks over to you, looking you up and down. Then he grins broadly and grabs you by the thighs, making you squeak as he lifts you up and braces you back against the statue of Astaroth. You can feel his tail brushing against the crotch of your one-piece before pulling it aside, and then let out a long moan as he pushes up into your virgin pussy, claiming you for the first time again. "Buuuut I love this you, too. 'Sides, you'll learn to grow a cock again in time!"\n\n"Aaaa, Mallory," you whimper, your own tail almost reflexively wrapping around his still-covered balls and giving them a squeeze as he starts thrusting into you. His cock is spreading your pussy open nice and wide and deep and it feels the same but also so different and so good. You cry out as he begins really fucking you, pressing your back against the white marble, your head bumping lightly against the statue's stone breasts. You open your now black-scleraed, yellow-irised eyes and peek up at the statue as you're pounded against it, and can't help but feel like Astaroth is looking down at you with smug approval as you're claimed against her image.\n\nOnce Mallory has spilled his load in you after bringing you to multiple squealing, gasping orgasms, you settle your feet back on the ground, cum dribbling out of your slightly spread blue pussy before you tug your one-piece back into place. Rubbing your hips a bit, you turn back to the statue, then lift the book out of its hand while Mallory wriggles the sword out from under its other one. He hefts the heavy thing carefully, shifting his grip a little. "These are powerful artifacts... I bet we could go right at a Demon Lord with these! We could have our own castle Jamie! Servants, luxuries!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's do it!|QOInc]]\n\n[[You'd rather live quietly. At least for now.|QOInc]]

"So mental manipulation is really as strong as all that?" \n\n"If you use it right! Here, look..." Your mother scans over the crowds, then points out. "That girl's from your school, right?"\n\nYou look over and spot a girl you think is a year ahead of you, but that's about all you can recall. Her blonde hair is a bit fluffy and has part of it pulled into a ponytail on one side, with the rest left loose. She's got the typical white blouse and pleated skirt that are so popular with girls in Deviville, but she's mixed it up with baggy socks instead of thigh-highs. (Man all the popular girls in town are really such weebs, though they'd probably end your life if you said that.) She's also got a tan and has donned a number of bracelets and some pretty flashy fingernail polish.\n\n"Yeah, I guess," you acknowledge, since you realize your mom's waiting.\n\n"Alright, keep watching her," your mother urges, before propping her chin up in one hand and keeping her own eyes focused on the blonde, a calm smile on her lips.\n\nYou watch, but for a bit all that happens is that the girl continues to poke at her phone and play with her ponytail, apparently waiting for someone or something. But then you notice as her cheeks darken, and she shifts a little as if slightly uncomfortable. She does a quick glance upward, flapping at the partially unbuttoned front of her blouse. A sheen of sweat begins to appear on her tan skin... is she feeling hot? That must be it, because as you watch she continues to sweat, her blouse clinging up a bit more closely to her as she frowns, obviously uncomfortable. Once or twice she looks like she wants to move, but then she just settles in against the railing she's standing beside, obviously panting softly.\n\nGradually she begins to look a little desperate, biting her lip and glancing down at herself. Her hips rock and squirm, knuckles briefly paling as she squeezes against the top of the rail. Finally she does a few quick, nervous checks around, as if trying to see if anyone's watching her, and apparently not noticing either you or your mother looking right at her. Then she quickly slips her hands under her skirt, the sides of it lifting as she slips her fingers under the waistband of an almost neon pink flower-patterned g-string and slips it down, briefly flashing a glimpse of her pale, tan-lined pussy and crotch before her skirt falls back into place. She hurriedly works her panties over her loose socks and sneakers, then straightens up and leans on the railing, legs slightly spread and a relieved look on her face, the drape of blue cloth the only thing hiding her now bare slit from public view. After a moment she shoves the panties dangling from her hand into her purse, then slinks towards the smoothie stand, her blouse partially transparent and showing her bra.\n\n"And that's how it's done," your mouth chirps, reaching over to nudge your jaw up and back into place and turn your head back towards her.\n\n"W-what was that? Mind control?"\n\n"No, mind control's difficult to do and often a bit of a bludgeon... I doubt you'll have the power to outright change someone's thoughts or force them to do things for awhile yet. This is actually the power of suggestion... it's not changing someone's thoughts or making them think a certain way, it's more placing thoughts or feelings inside their head that seem to them to be their own."\n\n"Um. I don't get the difference...?"\n\n"Alright well, mind control would be if I just sent to her 'take off your panties' and she was forced to do it. Or even 'you want to take off your panties', which would make her want to do it even if she didn't actually do it. Instead what I did was build up to that result slowly, gradually, by feeding her a steady stream of believable thoughts and sensations, and then eventually slipping a slightly unreasonable one in there once she was too flustered and scattered to fight against how unreasonable it was." Laughing a little at your somewhat blank look, she explains, "I started with a simple one, that she felt warm. It's certainly not a reach for that one, she knows it's plenty warm outside and heating up, she'd accept that very easily. And once I had her feeling warm, it wasn't hard at all to start building that up until she felt hot. You noticed her looking up, she was blaming the climate control malfunctioning, partly because I gave her a little nudge towards thinking that with another suggestion."\n\n"What about those times it looked like she was going to leave?"\n\n"She was thinking about moving out from under the 'malfunctioning vent' or getting something cold to drink. You'll find that once you start using your mental powers it's easy enough to monitor someone's thoughts, especially if you're already focusing on sending to them. Whenever she thought about doing something to alleviate the heat, I offered another excuse she'd plausibly make for herself... 'It's too hot to even walk anywhere', or 'It takes too long to make a drink everyone in line would see and smell me sweating'. Things like that. Eventually I slipped in the thought: 'Maybe I'd be cooler without my panties.' An odd thought, but she was too focused on feeling overheated and desperate by then to notice how odd it was. I built on that a bit more, having her focus on feeling like a lot of the heat and sweltering feeling was between her legs, providing her with longing fantasies about how good a breeze would feel on her bare pussy. And eventually she decided on her own to take them off. So you see, I didn't force her to, I just created a mental state where she'd want to."\n\n"Huh." You process that for a few moments, then frown a little. "So what if you'd just started out with 'I'd like to take off my panties'?"\n\n"She'd probably have almost instantly dismissed that," your mother replies, shrugging. "People have odd little whims or random urges all the time, hardly any get acted on. Most of us are too disciplined to even buy a hot cookie every time the urge takes us, let alone deciding to strip and go commando in the middle of a mall. She might have wondered why she had such a thought, but she'd almost certainly just chalk it up to a flight of fancy and forget about it. Only the extremely lacking in willpower or the incredibly impulsive would be prone to act on any whim put into their heads like some sort of Jedi Mind Trick."\n\n"Oh. What about more extreme stuff?"\n\n"Like 'Suck off that cute boy in the middle of this crowd'?" Your mother giggles a little at your resultant blushing and squirming. "Though I'm assuming you also mean the potential for crueler things, like trying to urge someone to suicide. No, dear, I don't think you were considering doing that, but it's a valid concern to have for others. Putting extreme thoughts like that into someone's head can actually be dangerous... they're so far out of the norm that the person realizes how aberrant and shocking they are. But since the thought still seems to come from themselves, they're likely to be a bit worried and upset, wondering why they've suddenly had such a thought. And of course the more discomfited they become, the more susceptible they are to more extreme thoughts being put in their head. And they might eventually act on them, if only because they think they've gone insane and don't have any choice."\n\n"Yikes."\n\n"Indeed, yikes. So be careful about the thoughts you put into someone's head and consider your goal carefully, then work back from there."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|QOFam2x4]]

Probably best to take this stuff back, right? You don't want to get in trouble, either, not after the exhileration of actually stopping a robbery. You turn and zip back in the direction of the bank, sneaker soles pounding the pavement as you head back that way.\n\nThere are a ton of cop cars around, as you might expect, as well as an ambulance. You're a little intimidated by the sight of all those officers with guns, so as you're approaching you take advantage of your apparently much faster reactions to try and pick out someone who seems less likely to freak out and shoot you right off the bat. After a few moments you spot a tall woman standing near the edge of things, staring thoughtfully at the building. She has long, straight black hair, and is wearing a button-up white shirt, open black jacket, and black slacks, with the glint of a badge hanging from a folder at her belt. She looks like a cool customer, you think, settling on running over to her and screeching to a halt.\n\nOf course that does seem to startle her a bit even so, and she whirls around to face you, red(!) eyes going a bit wide and hand ducking inside her jacket. But it doesn't come back out, just staying there as she takes a half-step back as you drop the bags. "I think someone lost these," you announce, your best attempt at heroic banter. ... Which when you think about it isn't very good, but you're new at this.\n\nThere are a few shouts of surprise as some of the other cops start to notice you, and you tense up (feeling your tail fluff out) as others actually do draw their guns at that. But the black-haired detective quickly snaps, "Stand down!" at them, gradually sliding her hand back out of her jacket (empty, thankfully). "Who are you?"\n\n"Um. Just someone passing by," you answer, grinning at her and trying not to let it be too sheepish. "I was able to catch up to their car and grab those, I don't know if it's everything but it's all I saw."\n\nShe darts a quick glance down at the bags, then back at you, nodding slowly. "Thank you. But there are a lot of questions that need answers right now... even if you were just a witness, we need to question you, let alone involving yourself in this. ... Or any other questions," she adds, glancing you up and down. (Is it your imagination, or do those red eyes linger just the tiniest bit on your crotch.) "I'd like to ask you to come with us."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|QOHTP]]\n\n[[Agree, but only with her.|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Refuse.|QOHPT]]

<b><i>Alpha 31</i></b>\n\nCyan can now ask her mother if they're going to meet her [[boyfriend|GGParent5x1]].\n\nPlenty of new stuff in the [[costume shop in the mall|GGMCEStart]].\n\nCyan can watch [['Black Hole Busters'|GGPorn2x1]] on her VR porn program.\n\nCyan and her accidental clone (whichever one that is) can [[go back to Earth|GGAlien2x5]] and start sorting things out there.\n\nCyan the Vidya Witch can now [[encourage|GGCandy5x13]] the edgy cheating gamer.\n\nCyan can now steal [[Pill Candy|GGCandy1x1]] at Tandy's.\n\nCyan can now look at [[novels at the library|GGLibraryStart]].\n\nThere's quite a lot built up from the [[Space Ranger|GGMCE7x2]] costume.\n\nAnd in non-Cyan news, adult PC Celeste has [[a new job|CelesteStart]] she can take.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 30</i></b>\n\nAnother month of Cyan's adventures!\n\nShe can now look into being a [[Succubus Tiefling|GGTiefStart]].\n\nShe can continue her blackmail of her [[father's teenage lover|GGParent3x6]].\n\nThe mall now has a [[proper west wing|GGMallStart]] of clothing stores.\n\nShe can get her [[Jersey Devil milkshake|GGCandy9x2]] to go.\n\nShe can [[decide to fight the shadow monster|GGMonk1x6]] as a monk.\n\nShe can choose to [[pull a solo heist|GGRogueStart]] as a rogue.\n\nSeveral paths stemming from her [[going to check on her mother|GGParent4x1]] when she arrives home early.\n\n[[The lingerie shop|GGShopStart]] is now available.\n\nShe can also [[watch porn|GGCompStart]] on her computer.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 29</i></b>\n\nThere's a new [[cheat item|RanXDeb1x1]] in the Ranma debug sim. There's also some new [[lewds|RanPP4x2]] over in the Personality Pendant path.\n\nCyan gets the lion's share of content this month. Her path springing from [[The Complete Monk|GGMonkStart]] got quite a bit of expanding. Over in the haunted house path, she can also [[take the Influence deal from demon!Leslie|GGHH10x2]], or if she's a demon herself she can [[go head-to-head|GGHH7x1]] with Leslie after turning her into a succubus, down in the tunnels after being fish-raped she can [[let Leslie use the glowing moss|GGHH4x4]], as a centaur she can [[resist her fate after being tentacle-raped|GGCentaur8x3]], choose to be a [[Tiefling|GGMonsterStart]] from Savage Species, or go to the [[Briefing Room|GGMS2x4]] in the IIA satellite in the Magitech path.\n\nBuddy [[staying home on Halloween|BuddyOct5x1]] has been expanded, with jumpoff points for some fun but also some new story and characters if he makes it through the full night of trick-or-treaters. Those who like monstergirl waifus should be pleased.\n\n[[Anubilis|HLSenshi14x2]] can now make Rei his loyal slave, with more content springing from that.\n\nJamie can now agree to say hello to[[his mother's friends|QOKevScheme5x1]] after fleeing from her when discovering she's a futa.\n\n[[Brit|WBrit3x5]] can now take Mitch back to his place to plot turning his friends into weretigers.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 28</i></b>\n\nThere's quite a bit of new stuff for [[Sam becoming villainous|FemPalV1x2]], and a little bit of stuff on the [[hero side|FemPalladium3x7]].\n\nSome more of [[Anubilis|HLSenshi14x1]] tormenting Rei.\n\nSome new adventures to be had on Wilma's visit to [[Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland|WilmaFun1x1]]\n\nPlenty of new [[Austin stuff|Austin4x1]] after his decision to reopen the hot springs resort.\n\nJamie can now ask Tanya to get the [[Specialty beer|QOKevPorn5x3]] for the halloween party.\n\nSome new content for Amanda and her colorful rubbery friends encountering a mouse in the [[giant's house|CheerForest20x4]].\n\nLayla can now be [[sent to the farm|MeanGirlStart]].\n\nCyan can now elect to [[seduce|GGDog2x2]] the handsome fellow whose dog molested her in the park.\n\n"Commander Hawt" can now [[board the mysterious ship|TrekF2x8]] in orbit above the archaeological dig, or go [[searching for Doctor Fukher|TrekF5x2]] after subduing the Raptarran at Starbeat Command.\n\nJamie can now accept a job at [[Monofilament|QOJobStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 27</i></b>\n\nMore work on [[Austin|AustinStart]]'s starting points.\n\nMore stuff on using the slave collar on [[Ranma|RanRing1x1]] in the debug sim. Alternatively, titty ninja [[Homura|RanXNPCStart]] has been added to the sim as a playable NPC.\n\nCyan can now try the [[Jersey Devil|GGCandy9x2]] milkshake at Tandy's.\n\nJamie and Kevin can also try the [[milkshakes, and taffy|QOKevScheme2x1]] at Tandy's.\n\nEric can now [[snoop around|HLSenshi1x1]] in Rei's apartment, or elect to [[shortcut through the Neutral Zone|TrekF6x1]] in the Star Trek plotline.\n\nJamie can now [[housesit|QOJobStart]].\n\nSam kissing Molly after the reveal of Molly's superhero identity has been [[expanded and continued|FemPalladium3x6]]. In another branch of Sam visiting Palladium, she can also [[refuse to forgive|FemPalladium1x3]] the City Guard for her injuries.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 26</i></b>\n\nA bit more with [[compliant Tifa|FF7X4x2]].\n\nYou can now become the [[RubBorg ambassador|TrekF1x3]].\n\nYou can now elect to try going to the [[main docks|Sauria1x2]] in Isla Sauria.\n\nYou can now go home later after running away to [[Capital City|CapitalCityStart]], and thus be urged to seek employment.\n\nOver on the path of [[Jamie finding out he's half incubus|QOFam1x3]], after electing to take care of your own urges you can discover new powers, or after accepting your mother's offer, you can have Kevin and Maya over for a foursome.\n\nVarious new [[Cypher stuff|Cypher1x4]], where you can either pitch a fit shortly after arriving at the Meridian, or you can [[go after the Quatra Twins|Cypher1x13]], or after the Mad Doc Madison mission you can [[go see|Cypher1x20]] either Sierra or Doc Trace.\n\nJamie's [[adventures in dogsitting|QODS1x3]] continue.\n\nAs do his more adventurous adventures in [[the Hell-plane with Mallory|QOInc2x11]].\n\nThere's now a new option, [[Austin|chargenyamale]], in the young adult male chargen.\n\nYou can now agree to be [[Baal's research assistant|QOBaal1x3]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 25</i></b>\n\nMore stuff after you have "Fuckbuddy Ranma" [[switch to girl mode|RanPP3x1]].\n\nMore ways for Rubber Buggy Bumper to [[torment Rei|HLSenshi1x7]].\n\nNew stuff for [[Jamie learning his incubus powers|QOFam1x3]].\n\nIn the debug sim you can now alter Tifa's personality to be [[compliant|FF7X2x1]].\n\nQuite a bit this month on the path of [[Layla getting a love interest|MeanGirlStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 24</i></b>\n\nThere's quite a bit to find from [[Holly's Christmas Eve|HollyXmasEve]].\n\nA new passage in the FF7 debug sim sets up some [[debauchery for Cloud|FF7X13x4]].\n\nYou can now use [[Lusty Lady Lather|HLMai3x3]] when cleaning up for Mai and Chun-Li. A bit further down the Persimmon Princess path (phew, people), while in the men's room you can [[use the urinal|HLMai3x9]] and meet someone new.\n\nCyantaur can now suggest the party [[take the single-star path|GGCentaur5x3]] in the tunnels, or [[let Amana handle the idol|GGCentaur5x5]].\n\nYou can have [[fuckbuddy Ranma|RanPP3x1]] change into a girl on the Personality Pendant path (pandering? pshaw) in the Ranma debug sim.\n\nJamie can [[submit to Kevin|QOKevPorn1x2]]'s request to fuck him in the ass while watching porn.\n\nJamie can also suggest to Maya that they [[fool around|QOMayaStart]].\n\nCyan the rogue can [[examine the wardrobe|GGRogue1x10]] in the mysterious grotto.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 23</i></b>\n\nCyan can now choose [[Bran|GGDog1x8]] from the adoptable dogs.\n\nDan can now choose to assist [[Mr. Black|YPJeromeStart]].\n\nKali can now investigate the [[private dining room|HellKore6x1]] in the forbidden area of Hell Kore.\n\nThere are some new [[accessories|FF7X5x1]] to equip to Tifa in the debug version of the FF7 sim.\n\n[[The main campaign|FF7XStart]] of the FF7 sim is also now live, as is the Yuffie option under NPCs.\n\nHolly can now choose to become either a pig or a cow in the [[Thanksgiving oppressor|HollyNov1x4]] line.\n\nRanma can now help Akane shop for [[glasses|FRanX13x1]].\n\n[[The Complete Wizard|GGDDStart]] is now available to Cyan.\n\nHolly can now [[set off for Grandma's House|HollyXmasEve]] on Christmas Eve.\n\nDemon-possessed Cyan can now [[lay low|GGHH6x2]] after being let out of the summoning circle.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 22</i></b>\n\nThere's new content here and there in Cyan's [[haunted house|GGHH1x1]] visit.\n\nJamie and Maya have some new [[summoning options|QOBook1x1]] with the magic book.\n\nEric can do a bit more on [[messing with his CHA stat|FF7X7x1]] in the FF7 sim.\n\nThe [[vampire room|HHHVamp1x1]] in the Halloweenland haunted house has more content.\n\n[[Holly|HollyOctober]] has new October content, either with going costume shopping or adding the fog powder to the punch after inviting some trick-or-treaters in (though this doesn't go too far yet).\n\nThere are a handful of new passages for Sam in [[Hell Rising|HellRiseStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 21</i></b>\n\nAdded a [[Reprogramming option|HLSenshi1x7]] to tormenting Rei.\n\nYou can now turn "wimp Ranma" [[into a girl and fuck her|RanPP6x1]].\n\nYou can now play as [[Ryoko|RanXNPCStart]](?!)or Ukyo in the Ranma sim.\n\nOver in Celeste working at [[Fast Felipe's|CelFiestaStart]] she can now agree to taunt the Felipe animatronic.\n\nEric can now run away to [[Palladium City|PalladiumStart]].\n\nCyan's visit to the [[haunted house|GGHH2x1]] now has more content involving Leslie.\n\nCyan can now examine the [[half dragon|GGMonsterStart]] race in the Savage Species book at the library.\n\nBuddy can now go to the [[Cosplay Casbah|BuddyOct1x1]] to pick out a Halloween costume.\n\nOver in the debug version of the FF7 sim there's more stuff with a few of the options on [[altering your CHA|FF7X10x1]].\n\nJamie can now [[spend time with his family|quietonestart]] on spring break. (Also decided to bump him up to fifteen because that just seemed to make more sense for some of the plotlines. Any mentions otherwise will eventually be corrected.)\n\n<b><i>Alpha 20</i></b>\n\nMore on Cyan getting [[a job at the kennel.|GGDog1x7]]\n\nCyan has new content at [[Tandy's candy as well.|GGCandyStart]]\n\nEric can now try to hide when he's a [[female elf and orcs are invading.|FemaleElfStart]]\n\n[[New adult female character, Marei.|chargenadultfemale]]\n\nEric can now play as [[male Ranma|MRanXStart]].\n\nOver at the Helen-in-Japan path, Helen can either keep the current assistant and then [[molest the twins|HelenJP1x8]], or once she's become Kyoko there's a little more of her [[second mission with Makoto|Kyoko2x2]].\n\nCyan can now agree to go with her [[mother's mistress|GGParent1x4]].\n\nSam has a bit more content at the [[Pokemon gym|SurvivallandStart]].\n\nJamie can now go to [[study hall|QOInc4x2]] while crossdressing on the incubus's orders.\n\nLittle work on getting [[Beast Boy|TTStart]] playable in the Teen Titans sim.\n\nJamie can now become a [[Home Product Tester|QOJobStart]] for AppAssure Industries.\n\nRubber Buggy Bumper can now choose to [[alter Rei's body|HLSenshi1x7]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 19</i></b>\n\nJamie can [[wish his parents into perverts|QOInc1x9]].\n\nMore stuff under the [[Tattoo of Allure|RanTat1x1]] debug option in the Ranma sim.\n\nPoke around with Cyan at the [[dog park|GGDogStart]] and you'll find some new stuff.\n\n[[Lots of new stuff in the "Bad Cypher" line.|BadCypherStart]] Both from choosing to let an evil pirate queen augment you (great idea) or the previous line where you wind up in the Raptarran breeding hunt.\n\n[[Eric stuff|EllyElephant2x4]] dealing with his arousal from Elly's magic panties.\n\nFull adult [[David|DavidColdStart]] has some more options from his decision to be more cold and calculating.\n\n[[Ranma|FRanX14x2]] can hit the beach in a slutty swimsuit.\n\nEric can discover [[a hidden path in the forest|RunForestStart]].\n\nLayla can now choose to join the "[[Stealth Elite|MeanJP2x1]]" in her military school option.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 18</i></b>\n\nJamie can now request [[Tanya's personal attentions|QOKevPorn3x3]] as the price of his silence.\n\nAmanda can now proclaim the teddy bears supposedly sent by Cassie's brother [[totally lame|CheerMotel3x1]]. She can also [[walk into town|CheerMotel2x2]]. Actually just [[look around the Amanda path|SweetKidStart]] and you'll find new stuff almost for sure.\n\nAlso if you forget who's who on the cheer squad (I do it too, I admit), no worries, there's now a sub-page on the glossary that you can reference.\n\nWilma can now check out the [[Futa Puta Funhouse|WilmaFun1x1]] with Tanya.\n\nRook can now [[divert the male Titans|Rook4x1]] to focus on Starfire and Raven.\n\nJamie can now [[continue to fake being asleep|QOKevScheme1x7]] when his mom starts sucking his cock.\n\nEric and [["best buddy" Ranma|RanPP1x2]] can decide to leave the house in the debug version of the Ranma sim. In fact the [[Personality Pendant path|RanPP1x1]] in general should have some new stuff if you wanna poke around there.\n\nSome stuff with Cyan playing [[Elder Tale|GGETStart]]. She can also now play [[Spaceportal Online|GGCompMMOStart]].\n\nTifa can decide she's [[really rather frustrated with Shinra|FFTL2x10]] during the assault on the pillar.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 17</i></b>\n\nHelen AKA Kyoko now has [[treatment options|Kyoko3x8]] after her successful mission taking out Sakai's facility.\n\n[[A new month for Holly!|HollyStart]]\n\nNew options for [[Kasumi|KasumiXStart]] in the Ranma sim. Ranma can also try to [[convince Akane to wear the slutty swimsuit|FRanX13x3]] without getting the shop girl involved. And you'll find some stuff on the [[tanuki path|FRanX3x1]].\n\nCyan can now buy [[blue pill candy|GGCandy3x1]] at Tandy's Candy. (No this has nothing to do with blue pill/red pill.) She can also [[go say hi|GGCandyStart]] at the start.\n\nCyan also has a [[new D&D book|GGDDStart]] (sorta) to pick from at the library.\n\nHolly can also [[apologize to the trick-or-treaters|HollyOct2x1]] for misplacing the candy bowl.\n\nBuddy can [[stay home on Halloween|BuddyOctStart]].\n\nEric can play a [[new sim|Digitizer10x2]] after being Digitized.\n\nIf it's been a little while since you checked the acknowledgements, there's probably a few new ones in there (and thus places to find more porn).\n\n<b><i>Alpha 16</i></b>\n\nHelen can now choose the Japanese school from her [[career options|HelenStart]].\n\nJamie can have some more fun with [[Shep|QODS1x3]].\n\nRanma now has options after [[riding the Tanuki statue's cock with her pussy|FFRanX11x3]].\n\nCyan can now [[loose the party's horses|GGCentaur6x1]] on the centaurfied Shae and Amana.\n\nJamie can now ask the incubus for [[the lewdest wish|QOInc1x9]].\n\nCyan can [[accept the attractive mysterious stranger's offer|GGDog2x1]] after her experience in the grove at the dog park.\n\nShe can also [[go deeper in the woods|GGDog1x1]] before said experience.\n\nUsual bout of typo fixes and format corrections.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 15</i></b>\n\nCyantaur can now [[control herself and make herself wait|GGCentaur2x4]] on the third night with the horses.\n\nLayla can try to come up with a [[landing strategy|MeanRWBY1x3]].\n\nHolly now has a holiday available in [[February|HollyFebruary]], take a guess which one.\n\nDid some work on Jamie [[dogsitting|QODSStart]]. He also can make a new suggestion as to what he and Maya look at in Baal's old [[magic book|QOMaya1x1]].\n\nKali can now choose to [[dress sexy|HellKore1x1]] for her first match at Hell Kore. She can also choose to [[snoop around|HellKoreStart]] on first arrival.\n\nAs usual, a bunch of formatting and spelling tweaks.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 14</i></b>\n\nMore of [[Layla's adventures at Beacon|MeanRWBY1x2]].\n\nEric can now go marauding about [[as a minotaur|MinotaurStart]].\n\nCyan can now play [[World of Alliance|GGWOWStart]].\n\nYou can now get annoyed and [[drop the stone leaf|FRanX4x1]] in the Ranma sim. On another path, you can decide [[you want more|FRanX10x3]] after Genma sleepfucks you. Or, you can [[go a completely different direction from the female Ranma start|FRanXStart]].\n\nCyan can now go check on her mom [[when she arrives home|GGParentStart]].\n\nYou can now [[act like a brat|HaroldHorse17x2]] after being put in the Time Out room by Herschel Horse.\n\nVarious small formatting tweaks on some passages.\n\nJamie can now elect to [[get a summer job|quietonestart]] or hang out with Maya. \n\nCypher can now [[bust in the front door|Cypher1x15]] at Mad Doc Madison's.\n\nCyan can consider options for [[being a centaur|GGMonsterStart]] while browsing the Savage Species book. She also has a new book to choose from in the rest of the D&D section, the [[Complete Monk|GGDDStart]].\n\nDemon Cyan can now [[go to Hell|GGHH6x5]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 13</i></b>\n\nContinuation of Ranma [[finding the leaf hairpin|FRanX4x2]]. Also more branches [[here|FRanX2x1]].\n\nLong-neglected teen option Michael [[is getting some content|ASVisitStart]].\n\nWilma now has options while reading [[Animus Vox|WilmaLibrary2x1]] in the spooky library.\n\nYou can now choose to [[explore the woods with Kevin|QOKevActivities]] as Jamie.\n\nThere is now a [[Pokemon Gym|SurvivallandStart]] for Sam to check out in Survivalland.\n\nCyan can now [[stand in the summoning circle alone|GGHH2x1]] in the haunted house's basement.\n\nLayla has more content for [[Meinubureiku Gakuen|MeanJPStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 12</i></b>\n\nTypo fixes and formatting shifts, as is usual.\n\nCyan can [[go all the way to sleep|GGRogue1x4]] in her adventures as a half-elf rogue. She can also [[insult the wizard|GGRogue3x1]] (always such a great idea). Or she can continue her [[adventures on the road|GGRogue1x5]] with the standard party.\n\nEric continues his [[test celebration|RunForest1x7]] (and training) under Ellana.\n\nEric can now play as Kasumi or Shampoo in the [[Ranma sim|RanXNPCStart]]. \n\nJamie [[deals with the aftermath|QOKevScheme1x6]] of his and Kevin's romp with Errana.\n\nHolly can now pick a new form to be changed into [[to atone for her Thanksgiving oppressor ways|HollyNov1x4]].\n\nEric can now go to [[Horseshoe Equestria|PonyB1x1]].\n\nNew adult female player character [[Helen|HelenStart]].\n\nCyan can now [[visit the dog park|GGDogStart]]. Wow, wonder what sort of content will be here...?\n\nKept picturing Cyan's friend Leslie as a blonde instead of dark haired, have tried to correct all mentions of her hair color accordingly. If you find any passages where Leslie's hair is mentioned as being dark, please fire me a note as to where. Leslie's opinions on the retcon of her hair color were duly noted, and then themselves retconned.\n\nA new school option is available for [[Layla|MeanSchoolStart]].\n\nJamie and Kevin can now [[watch porn|QOKevPornStart]]. That's a completely normal activity that won't lead to anything weird in a game like this!\n\nMore content on several branches of Eric talking to [[Sailor Mars|HLSenshi1x1]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 11</i></b>\n\nJamie [[follows along more|QOKevScheme1x1]] on Kevin's get-rich-quick scheme.\n\nChanged one of the options in the Ranma sim where Ranma winds up in the woods, [[and worked on that|FRanX2x1]].\n\nVarious small tweaks and shifts to text for better formatting.\n\nCyan and her friend Leslie can now [[go look at the pond|GGHH4x1]] or the [[kitchen|GGHH5x1]] in the haunted house.\n\nEric (now Erin) has adventures to continue in [[the Trek storyline|TrekF2x7]].\n\nEric can also now head into the [[forest|RunForestStart]] when running away to the country.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 10</i></b>\n\n[[Eric can now play as Ranma in the Ranma sim.|RanXNPCStart]]\n\nThere's now a Sailor Mars "cosplayer" for Eric to talk to in [[Worldland|HLMascotsFemale]].\n\nDecided I didn't really like the way [[The Quiet One|quietonestart]] teen male option was set up so I've futzed about with it. Right now I trimmed the starting options down but did some actual content for one.\n\nWilma can now suggest going to [[Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland|WilmaFunStart]].\n\nEric can now [[touch the phaser rifle in the prop museum|TrekFStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 9</i></b>\n\nMore work on the Tifa sim.\n\nCyan can now [[listen in|GGParent1x1]] on the phone call to her mother.\n\nCyan now also has [[MMOs to choose from|GGCompMMOStart]]\n\nEric can now open one of the coffins in [[the upstairs room of the haunted house|HHHVamp1x1]].\n\nEric can now check out the pigpen on the [["4M" farm path|RunFarm4M1x1]].\n\nSurprise surprise, more Eric. This time, he's [[helping Big Mac with heavy lifting|PonyAM1x2]].\n\nAnd he can also [[put his pants on before heading out of Harold Horse's room|HaroldHorse9x1]].\n\n[[The intro for playing Cloud in the FF7 sim|FF7X3x1]] is up.\n\nAnd still more Eric stuff as he [[deals with the sudden arousal from his magic panties|EllyElephant2x4]].\n\nWilma can now research the forbidden tome <i>[[Animus Vox|WilmaLibrary2x1]]</i> in the Helmuth library.\n\nWilma and the gang's outing to [[Defir House|WilmaHauntStart]] has also received some attention.\n\nAdded Holly's male counterpart [[Buddy|BuddyStart]].\n\nStarted content for Holly's [[November|HollyNovember]].\n\nAnd, as is actually appropriate for a Halloween(-ish) update, [[Holly's October|HollyOctober]].\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 8</i></b>\n\nAdded [[Holly|HollyStart]] to the young adult female chargen options. Holly's job will be to handle holiday content that doesn't already have convenient thematic elements elsewhere. Christmas comes to mind (outside of having some of the other characters get a random bug up their butt to visit WorldLand and go to Christmasland).\n\nAdded [[AppAssure Industries|MikeAppStart]] option to Mike.\n\nBegan Britney deciding to [[search for Natesh in India|WBrit1x5]].\n\nStarted with Cyan just [[killing time|GGParentStart]] after staying inside on the computer.\n\nStarted Eric [[looking to make some trouble|WLMischiefStart]] at Worldland.\n\nSam can now [[accept a regular beer|DRJ2x2]] from the horsebrother mascots at Worldland.\n\nEric can now choose to play as [[Tifa|FFTLStart]] in the FF7 sim.\n\nStarted Cyan making a move on Leslie in [[the haunted house|GGHH1x4]].\n\nStarted Mike accepting the janitorial position at [[The Boobonic Institute|MikeMSTStart]].\n\nStarted Eric talking to [[Elly the Elephant|EllyElephantStart]].\n\nPicked up Cypher and Koro going after [[Mad Doc Madison|Cypher1x15]].\n\nVarious bits of typofixing, formatting, and under-the-hood improvements that are probably more about my quality of life than yours, but you want me to be happy, right?\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 7</i></b>\n\nBegan Eric deciding to go to [[Capital City|CapitalCityStart]].\n\nStarted Sam talking to the [[horse mascot trio|DRJStart]] in Worldland.\n\nMade some various typo fixes and switched links around where they'd been improperly assigned before.\n\nStarted on Eric approaching the [[vampire mascots|HWLVampStart]] in [[HalloweenLand|HalloLandStart]].\n\nBegan the [[R position|XDeer1x1]] path from [[Christmasland|XmaslandStart]].\n\nBegan [[Cyan staying inside on her computer.|GGCompStart]]\n\nStarted Eric visiting the [[Haunted House|HauntHouseStart]] in [[HalloweenLand|HalloLandStart]].\n\nAdded two new characters: [[Wilma|WilmaStart]] and [[Mike|MikeStart]]. Also actually put something on [[Celeste's|CelesteStart]] start page.\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 6</i></b>\n\nTook out the bit in the intro about altering Devious World. Less because I don't want anyone else building on it, more because that was back when it was written in Quest and was much easier for someone to open and edit the game.\n\nContinued the [[Winterlion|Aspareth2x6]] path of Aspareth's School.\n\nFiddled with the style of the horizontal lines. Twine seems to have difficulty with certain styles, no idea why. Eventually found something I liked, so yay, completely pointless "progress"!\n\nAlso minor visual upgrades to text in the [[prop museum|PropMuseumStart]].\n\nAlso over in Hollywoodland, started Eric approaching the [[Princess Jasmine|HLJasmine1x1]] "cosplayer".\n\nSome work on [[Ponyland|PonylandStart]].\n\nWorked on [[Fuckbuddy Ranma|RanPP3x1]] option in the Ranma sim [[Debug Character|RanXDeb1x1]] path.\n\nWorked on Good Cypher taking Koro out on the [[Mad Doc Madison|Cypher1x15]] bounty.\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 5</i></b>\n\nWorked on [[Dan|youngpunkstart]] heading down to [[Georgia|YPZombie1x1]].\n\nMade some changes to the so-far unstarted bits of Eric's Worldland experience, specifically replacing "Foodland" with [[Christmasland|XmaslandStart]] and "Extremeland" with [[Halloweenland|HalloLandStart]]. Some work on both to get them started. With Halloweenland added, Horrorland is now redundant and a placeholder is stuck in place until I decide what to replace it with.\n\nBegan work on the [[Ranma sim|RanXStart]]'s [[Debug Character|RanXDeb1x1]] option. Then worked on it. And worked on it. And worked on it.\n\nFixed a typo in the "Baal's Buttslut" ending.\n\nDue to popular demand, Placeholderland, formerly Horrorland, has now been replaced by [[Ponyland|PonylandStart]].\n\nWork on the Mai and Chun-Li dickgirl storyline, starting from Eric [[not asking to go to the bathroom|HLMai15x1]]. Light watersports-type stuff and heavy humiliation ahead.\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 4</i></b>:\n\nMore work on the "[[Sam the Genie|SamGenie1x1]]" storyline [[here|SamGenie1x7]]. Second master after being thoroughly nice to the first one is started, if just barely at this point.\n\nStarted on Jace taking on the [[chupacabra infestation|JaceChupaStart]] in Mexico.\n\nDid a little work on Cyan's [[D&D rogue storyline|GGRogueStart]]\n\n[[Old MacDonald|Sauria7x10]] book option work under the [[Isla Sauria|SauriaStart]] storyline. Furry transformations (including a rather rare one you don't see a lot) ahoy! Currently planning for all three book options to just lead to endings, but could theoretically have the (so far untouched) Curious George option turn into a bit of a longer storyline, if people were interested in life on dinosaur island as a protohuman.\n\nIn other Isla Sauria news, we have the beginning of the alternate path [[where you agree to help the raptors with their superscience|Sauria21x1]]. Hurray, you did the offense against God and nature!\n\nFixed infinite loop link in "[[Cypher asks Dr. Trace questions|Cypher1x6]]" bit. Surprised there's not more problems with this sort of thing considering they're bits that I copypasted from Quest. I will say that one thing I miss about Quest was the easy access to a list of pages I'd already created when making links, hand-typing leads to a lot more of these sorts of issues.\n\nFinally added the [[Adult Female|chargenadultfemale]] option to character generation. Only one potential for now and no work on her yet, but oh boy, people desperate for money!\n\nCreated and started the [[Britney|BritStart]] storyline under [[Young Adult Female|chargenyafemale]], so she can go on archaeological adventures with her sister Jenna. If you're guessing their last name is probably something like "Miners", you're quite likely to be correct.\n\nEirk can finally tell Amanda they'll [[fuck during the trip|ShemaleBarbarian3x24]] under the [[Shemale Barbarian|ShemaleBarbarianStart]] storyline.\n\nContinuation of [[Little Joke kidnapping Sam|FemPalladium8x2]] over at Sam's visit to [[Palladium City|FemPalladiumStart]]. The [[option|FemPalladium2x2]] for Sam to make an excuse for talking during the hostage situation is also available.\n\nMore of Eric's adventures stemming from that damn cursed [[prop museum|PropMuseumStart]], specifically Eric getting turned into a female elf and deciding [[to fight for her chastity|FemaleElf1x1]].\n\nFinally got the other options under [[Teen Male CharGen|chargenteenmale]] started.\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 3</i></b>:\n \nBegan [[Irene|IreneStart]] storyline under the "middle-aged female" chargen option.\n\nBriefly attempted to have Ai's text be rainbow-colored to go along with her oscilloscope. <i>Briefly</i>. Eyes still not recovered.\n\nBegan [[Thaddeus|ThaddeusStart]] storyline under the "middle-aged male" chargen option. Both the Thaddeus and Irene storylines are varied and comprehensive enough that they're likely to wind up being the only "middle-aged" options for either gender. But we'll see.\n\nAdditions to the "[[camping with Aunt Kelly|CampingStart]]" storyline. [[Heading off into the woods|Camping5x1]] instead of staying at the designated campsite.\n\nStarted the "[[Big Daddy Mac's Beach Volleyball Tournament|DOAStart]]" storyline under Callista's options.\n\nAdded the third option ("Participation Station") to the [[Movie Magic Building|MovieMagicStart]], though still not sure about it (may switch it out for something else later). Will probably be just a series of short transformation vignettes without a ton of branches, nice and easy to add short scenes to later.\n\nAlso began the [[Practical Solutions|PSolStart]] branch under the abovementioned Movie Magic.\n\nStarted the "[[Main House|RunFarmMH1x1]]" branch under the Country-Farm storyline of the [[Runaway|runawaystart]] storyline.\n\nAnd yet more Eric and yet more Worldland with starting the "[[Dudeland|DudelandStart]]" branch. Really need to at least start the other teenage male storylines one of these days.\n\nBegan the "[[Front of the train|Aspareth2x1]]" branch under [[Aspareth's School|AsparethStart]]. Twice the Harry Potter knockoffs with none of the leather pants!\n\nStarted "[[The Curio Room|Camping10x1]]" under the camping with Aunt Kelly branch. You might start to think that Sam and Eric were my two favorite branches to work on. (You'd probably be right. Such freedom. Much potential. Wow.)\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 2</i></b>: \nPainstakingly transferred content from Quest to Twine. Damn that was a pain. No new content yet. \n(Jan. 10, 2014.)\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 1</i></b>: \nBegan building game in Quest. Wrote a bunch of content.\n\n[[Back.|Start]]

"I, uh... I think for right now I'll take care of it myself, Mom," you murmur, blushing and covering yourself with both hands. "I'm not quite... y'know..."\n\n"Alright, dear, I understand," she answers in that soothing-but-slightly-disappointed tone mothers are so good at, reaching out to stroke your hair a bit. "It may take you a little while to get used to this new way of thinking, but it will always be your choice. Just remember that the offer's on the table permanently, whether it's later today or 100 years from now, alright?"\n\n"Th-thanks, I guess," you answer with a quick bob of the head.\n\n"I suppose the first matter, then, is going shopping for some new clothing," your mother says with a glance down your body. "At the very least you'll need some new pants, darling... while your current jeans will certainly accentuate your new attributes very well, they might be rather uncomfortable."\n\n"Eheh, right." Then you blink. "Er, wait, what about...?" You point at your forehead.\n\n"Oh, that's easy enough, dear." Your mother's own body quickly resumes its human appearance. "First of all, relax. Pay attention to your body. And then just pull those aspects back inside you. It's a bit like taking a breath in."\n\nYou frown and nod, closing your eyes to try and concentrate. You do find that it's fairly easy to just pay attention to your body and feel everything that it's doing. As directed you try pulling in and... you can feel some pressure at your forehead as your horns recede, and a slightly different shift in your pants as your cock grows smaller. (Not a <i>lot</i> smaller, you note, which you have to admit is a bit of a relief. You're still way bigger than you were yesterday, easily in porn star territory.) You open your eyes with a blink. "So do I have to keep concentrating, or...?"\n\n"You shouldn't, this is more like... hm... like closing or opening your eyes," your mother answers, holding up a finger. "Rather than flexing a muscle and holding it flexed. With practice you should barely even need to think about it. Which is good because your incubus features will probably get a little more prominent as you get older. Probably not a whole lot more, unless you decide to turn full demon, but a bit more. Now! Why don't you go put on some clothes, and we'll head to the mall!"\n\nA bit later you're walking through the mall, trying not to squirm. Despite thinking it to softness, your newly large cock still makes a very noticeable bulge in your jeans. You notice a fair number of people looking, and some trying not to stare, including what you think are a few girls from your school. You're not sure whether to be embarrassed or proud... but since it's you, you go embarrassed everytime, fairly convinced that they must be laughing at you once they're past and assuming you're stuffing your pants. You almost jump as your mother pats you on the head.\n\n"Now dear, one or two of them may have thought that, but mostly to try and explain to themselves how turned-on you made them."\n\n"Mooooom."\n\n"Sorry, dear, my mental powers are fairly well-developed and now that I know I don't have to hide them anymore it just comes naturally!" She giggles softly as the two of you walk into one of the stores. A woman who looks like she's probably the manager, a somewhat strict-looking woman your mother's age in a white blouse, black skirt, hose, and librarian half-glasses to compliment her blonde hair drawn back, braided, and wound into a bun comes over.\n\n"Hello, welcome to..." She trails off, and her pale cheeks pink as she looks at you... and you watch her nipples go stiff under her blouse. "Ah, yes, welcome. I, ah... is there absolutely anything I can do with you?" Her blush intensifies, her voice taking on some strain as she corrects, "For you?"\n\n"Not just this moment, thank you," your mother replies with a placid smile, guiding you over towards the shelves of jeans and pants to break your stare. She quickly snags up a pile of them after an efficient perusal, then guides you into one of the dressing rooms, stepping inside with you and closing the door.\n\n"Er, wait, mom," you protest.\n\n"Now now, I need to check the fit, no need to be embarrassed," she chirps, even as she undoes your pants and shucks them down, leaving you in your stretched-tight briefs. "Hm. We probably ought to get you some boxers. Or go the opposite direction and get bikini briefs. Well, we'll get some of both and you can decide what you like."\n\nSighing and giving up, since she seems to just be doing a typical mothering act but more shameless than usual, you accept a pair of jeans and start pulling them on. "What was up with that lady...?"\n\n"That was your 'masculine aura', dear. It will hit some people harder than others. And you can learn to deliberately strengthen and 'aim' it as well, so you can create that sort of effect when you want to even with people who aren't normally as affected by it. It's one of your powers, as it were." She pauses, then smiles. "Would you like me to call her in here, darling? From her reaction she'd probably get down on her knees without much nudging..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes please.|QOFam]]\n\n[[Wait, powers?|QOFam2x2]]

You head off to the library, trotting along the sidewalk with your earbuds in, humming a bit to yourself as you go. Sure, walking's not as nice as driving (or rather being driven, at least for a handful more months) would be, but it does help keep you skinny when you spend most of your time plunked in front of the computer.\n\nWhen you approach the library, you see a large banner hung over the entrance saying "Read a book! <i>Live</i> the story!" You quirk a dark eyebrow and wonder if they're running some sort of event or something, but when you push open the door everything looks normal inside, no posters or pamphlets out to indicate anything. Just someone's half-assed idea of promoting reading during the summer, then. \n\nThe college student working the desk, seeming aggravated at the presence of someone coming into <i>her</i> library in anything less than a three-piece suit, scowls at you and points at the sign saying 'All Bags Must Be Left By Entryway' as if it had been carved there by God-sent lightning, before you even get past the tag scanners. You hold up your hands in exaggerated surrender, slipping the bag off your shoulder and holding it up, then starting to carefully lower it towards the ground as if being ordered to put down a gun by the police. Once fabric touches tile the girl dismisses you from her orderly worldview and lowers her head, and the bag goes back up onto your shoulder as you calmly flip her a metallic blue-fingernailed bird on your way past.\n\nWhoever does the book ordering and everything is obviously really cool, so why do they always hire the biggest stick-up-the-ass students from the local univerisities to work the desk...? Tch.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game books.|GGDDStart]]\n\n[[Novels.|GGLibrary1x1]]

Riding through that thing seems a good way to be blasted into passing fancies. Concentrating on the area below your steed's hooves, you slide off to stand on nothing, then guide your hellsteed into laying down and settling flat. Tucking yourself in against its hot, sleek side, you concentrate on your own body and its... you crafted both of these things, you assure yourself, you know them intimately, from the faint lines on your horns to the veins in the hellhorse's cock, you can make them withstand this.\n\nThe concept storm crashes over you like a tsunami, and just as thick and choking, the density of the clouds pressing in all around you as if it really were water. You press your hands flat to your steed's ribs to help anchor the both of you as the sheer unadulterated violence of the thunderstorm consumes both of you and sends you rushing through its gullet. Lightning lances and slices through the darkness, sometimes many miles away, sometimes within inches of you, leaving fading pseudo-real burns briefly shadowed on your bare skin. In these moments you are as terrified as the human Cyan once was when a tornado passed right over her house... the demon Cyan now latches onto that memory, pumping the fear through her veins like concept-adrenaline, slamming the thoughtwave of the closet Cyan was huddled safe in into the area around her, forcing it to become an invisible version of that haven that once sheltered a trembling five-year-old in the hopes that now it can withstand the accumulated ideas of the destructive force of nature.\n\n'I have to live, I have to, I have to,' you chant to yourself. And maybe it's what Hrungar said about strength in impurity that comes to mind now, because more than the human memories, you haul up a very human concept: selflessness. 'Not for me, for Viorika.'\n\nThe storm seems to last for years... and it very well could be just that long. But finally the screaming tumult of it washes over you and passes into that soft, calm mist of the umbral's natural state. You blink a few times, looking at the storm receding now, still as vast and angry as ever. But you seem to be out of it. Taking a deep breath, you relax a little and clamber up onto your horse. Both of you are tired now... you're more afraid than ever that you might wind up dissipating out here. 'Not until I save Viorika,' you remind yourself, actually feeling your body firm up a little around the edges.\n\nMaybe Hrungar was on to something.\n\nFinally you see the high, shimmering golden auroras that mark the beginnings of the Higher Planes. In fact, a long, winding ivory highway begins to take shape, like a pale white ribbon stretching through the darkness. Most likely that leads to some sort of gate, an official entry into the Higher Planes... "Heaven", at least as much as the place you came from is "Hell". You somehow don't think the guards are likely to listen to your pleas, but you could always try since you are technically here for non-hostile reasons. Still, you might be better off finding some more... unofficial way in where the auroras are weak, and trying to find an opportunistic angel who'd be willing to trade for the feather (assuming such a thing exists).\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the gate.|GGHell3x8]]\n\n[[Sneak in.|GGHell3ax1]]

You can apparently make girls swoon over you pretty easily without even needing mental powers... why not try out influencing a guy sexually? The thought does fill you with a particular sort of excitement you've never felt before, you're not sure whether it's over a new sort of sexual thought you've never really had before, or the power of subverting and toying with someone's sexuality.\n\nIn any event, you spend a few moments getting a pretty good "template" of Ben made up in your mind, and it helps that he's so distinctive-looking with the piercings and such. Once you've gotten a suggestion doll made, you follow his thoughts for a few moments more. They're still drifting, flitting back and forth between random things. Good, it's the perfect environment to introduce a "random" thought even if it's slightly uncharacteristic one. So how about making the first thought...\n\n<hr>\n[["I'd like to suck a cock."|QOFam]]\n\n[["I'd like to get fucked by a guy."|QOFam]]\n\n[["I wonder what it's like to wear panties."|QOFam2x7]]

Doing your best to put the hat out of your mind, you step up closer to the scarecrow, enough to be able to reach its jeans pockets... its waist is about at the height of your chest with how it's hung up on the post, so it's not exactly a difficult reach. Trying to ignore the way it seems to loom above you due to the tilt its at, its arms stretched wide as if it were going to jump on you at any moment.\n\nYou try to wriggle your hand into one of its front pockets, but find your angle's bad and the haphazard stuffing makes it too lumpy to get your hand fully inside. Deciding to change tactics, you set your maglite down against a nearby pumpkin so that it's angled upwards towards the scarecrow, still giving you a decent amount of light. Then you straighten back up and start patting the scarecrow down as if checking him for weapons, actually looking for any little hard lumps that might be a key. As you're moving your hands around, your thumbs do brush against something solid... but definitely not small and key-like. You pause, actually staring for a moment as for the first time you notice a distinct bulge in the scarecrow's crotch. You quickly look upward at that ragged, leering face... but no, the shape of that bag, there's no way an actual human head could fit in there, and you could feel for yourself how much the straw and rags gave under your hands when you were patting, flesh and blood wouldn't do that.\n\nStill, you can't really deny that there's now a distinct, lengthy bulge under the denim... though admittedly you simply might not have noticed it before, due to the angle of the light. Somehow this makes you really nervous, though, after all, what <i>if</i>...\n\nAs much to settle your nerves as satisfy your curiosity, you reach up to find the pulltab of the scarecrow's zipper. You tug at it a few times, not that surprised that it's stuck... then let out a rush of nervous laughter. The sheer ridiculousness of what you're doing helps ease your worry a little... here you are trying to undo a scarecrow's pants in the middle of a pumpkin patch! You glance around, grinning... and the sight of the dark, overgrown field, the thick mist roiling through, and the way the sound of your laughter is almost swallowed whole by the silence quickly saps your cheer. Turning back to what you were doing, you give the pulltab a little wiggle and a yank, finally managing to slide it down.\n\nWith a bit of tugging at the flaps, the thing making the bulge flops out... and you let out another short bleat of laughter. It's a corncob! Apparently you were getting all nervous over the scarecrow maker's sense of humor. It's been dried, probably before it was ever attached to the densely-packed straw forming the scarecrow's hips, the kernels forming smooth, hard, almost glassy-looking beads of brown and dark yellow over its entire surface. It's surprisingly whole and clean, almost more like a bit of folk art than just your average dried-out vegetable. You don't really realize you've been staring at it for awhile until you also realize your hand's come up and you're stroking your fingertips up and down along the bumpy-smooth surface.\n\nYou yank your hand away, wondering how your mind wandered that far, but now you find another image worming its way in there... of you leaning forward and taking the corncob into your mouth like it was an actual dick, working it with your tongue and sucking on it. You blink at just how strong the imagery is... a bit of a passing silly fancy is one thing, but you could almost feel the little dried kernels on your tongue for a moment. The image isn't really going away, either, you find yourself just staring at the vegetable jutting from the fly of the jeans as if transfixed...\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in and suck on it a little, what could it hurt?|WilmaHaunt1x5]]\n\n[[Obviously this place is weirding you out way too much, you should rejoin the others.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]

"We're just looking to do some adventuring, that's all," you reply breezily, waving a hand around in the air. "Fight some monsters, gain some energy and power, see what we can find. Hopefully make a name for ourselves with our strength and ability, that sort of thing."\n\nAlmost instantly from when you start speaking, Hrungar's eyes narrow. You glance aside at Viorika, who's flinched down a little, and looks at you sheepishly. "I... might have already mentioned I was looking for the armory," she murmurs.\n\n"... Oh."\n\nAlmost before you've caught the motion out of the corner of your eye, Hrungar is on you both, wrapping his huge blue hands around your necks and lifting you effortlessly into the air. You grab at his hands and kick fruitlessly, trying to summon magic to strike at him with or urge your steed into motion. Unfortunately you quickly find what you should have realized from the start... Hrungar is much, much more powerful that you, and having his hands wrapped around you and holding you in his power means he's already thwarted any efforts to rally your power against him.\n\n"I've no time for fools that do not heed good advice," Hrungar booms as he turns and carries you into the cave. Most of the light is provided by a massive forge and several large braziers full of hot coals with fires burning beneath them. You catch sight of a human girl also wearing nothing but a leather apron and a metal collar, her dark hair pulled back from her shocked face, before she goes scurrying away into the corner. "You've cost me time and you've annoyed me, and for that alone I'll feed you to my furnace and smelt pig iron for horseshoes over your corpses."\n\nYou grit your teeth, eyes flicking over towards the terrified-looking Viorika. You look back at Hrungar, trying to force your throat to work, but he's holding you too tightly... a human would probably already be unconscious, but since you technically don't need air it's just uncomfortable and annoying. \n\n"Oh? Something to say before you become a bit of kindling? Very well, I wouldn't deny someone's last words," the oni declares, loosening his grip on you just enough to let your vocal cords work. "Whether it be some final invective or plea, I'll hear it all the same."\n\n<hr>\n[[Insult his body.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Insult his bravery.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Insult his work.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Ask forgiveness.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Take responsibility.|GGHell3x5]]

"Hm, well, sounds like Hrungar might be a decent hookup for some weapons, we may as well see if he'll at least talk to us," you allow.\n\n"Great! It's that way!" Viorika declares, pointing, and you guide the hellsteed to head where she indicates.\n\n"I've been alone since pretty much forever," Viorika admits that night as your little party takes a rest break. You're spooned up against her back, the both of you sleek and a little sticky but with full bellies, the hellsteed's cock still dangling limp out of its sheath and dripping from the tip, the full length of it thoroughly spit-shined from two eager tongues and pairs of lips. "I'm Hell-born but I guess no one who made me thought I'd amount to much. I was left in an abandonarium to fend for myself along with all the other unwanted spawn."\n\nOf course, since demons generally only reproduce out of sheer lust or a desire for powerful and useful progeny, \n\nStill, since you have a solid goal most of your focus is on heading towards it, and it's not that long before you can hear the sounds of metal striking metal, almost as soon as you can clearly see the large mountain rising in the distance. The closer you get, the clearer and more melodic the ringing tones are, until it's almost a somewhat monotonous but still bright song, your unconscious following of it causing your steed's hooffalls to match up with the sounds, making the strikes of its unshod steel hooves on the packed earth seem to ring out across the wasteland. As you arrive at the mountain, Viorika directs you around to a virtually invisible, and thoroughly winding, but otherwise rather unchallenging trail that leads towards the cave entrance some distance up the side of the mountain.\n\n"Hrungar the Mastersmith!" you call as you pull your steed up to the cave, sliding off of it as the ringing stops. A moment later a much larger figure than yourself looms in the cavern entrance. He looks like an oni of some sort, with a strong, somewhat protruding jaw, tusks jutting up from it and long, slender horns rising from his forehead. Even stooping he towers over the both of you, solid red eyes gazing down mirthlessly. His blue skin is smeared with soot and grease, his only garment a charred-looking thick leather apron, leaving most of his stout, broad blue-skinned body bare. He absently flicks a glowing ember out of his thick black hair, then grunts.\n\n"Who disturbs me?"\n\nBefore you can reply, your sister gives a hop and waves excitedly. "Hrungar! It's me! Viorika! I came back!"\n\nThe oni squints at her dubiously, then snorts again. "I don't recall inviting you back. In fact I recall saying I'd smash your little fool head if you went about telling others where I was. Getting yourself overwritten with some new-made's pattern doesn't change that."\n\n"But Hrungar, this is Cyan, my new big sister!" Viorika exclaims, gesturing to you with both hands. "Telling her isn't the same as telling just... <i>others</i>!"\n\nHrungar glares at her briefly, then turns it on you, expression slowly moderating into a more thoughtful one. "Mm. I've no care for pompous brats with plans to do nothing but sit about looking good in my work and no ambitions beyond showing off, and I've no ambitions beyond my art and making the crafts of war. So tell me what your intent is, new-made Cyan, and I'll judge whether you might be worthy of a bit of my work. But I caution you, do not lie to me... I have spent many years beating the flaws out of metal, and can scent the falsehood in purity more easily than my own sweat."\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell him the real reason you came.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Hedge.|GGHell3x4]]

Your family ultimately hasn't done much to advance your career... other than to be expensive and require you to spend more time away from the office. If you want to truly be successful in your forties, isn't it time you shifted your focus? You need to spend more time at the office, working harder and playing the game.\n\nMichelle complains after awhile, but once you point out that you have two (ivy-league) college educations to pay for, her protests of hardly ever seeing you turn into little more than the occasional grumbles. She does start spending more of your money, but oh well, you're making plenty of overtime bonuses to make up for it. Your daughters tend to look sad or annoyed more often, but this is easily solved by just not seeing them as much.\n\nA few months into your new path in life, one of your colleagues comes to tell you that he's leaving the company to become the co-founder of a new startup with an exceptionally successful young entrepeneur whose every tech venture so far has sold for record prices within the first few years. He asks if you have time to go to lunch with him as a farewell, and you tell him of course you do. You <i>were</i> supposed to go to a farewell lunch for Mikaela, who will be leaving for college right after, but you've got networking to do. This could be a valuable lead into something to send your career forward by leaps and bounds.\n\nYou have no idea by how much though, as the two of you sit in a pricey restaurant that caters to businessmen such as yourselves by having isolated tables, discrete and near-deaf waitstaff, and an easy method for charging to the company account. Abernathy grins at you from across the table as he sips his drink. "I've been super impressed by the panache you've shown lately, David. I used to think you were a bit of a pushover, to be honest... a nice enough guy and all, but not likely to go far. Now it's looking more and more like you'll be climbing to at least VP within the next couple of years."\n\n"I have to say you've done pretty well for yourself, too," you answer with a nod of acknowledgement. "Going from accounts manager to co-founder of a major tech startup is quite a leap, you must have laid out quite an impressive presentation to that Waynright girl."\n\n"To be honest with you, Dave, I've got a bit of a secret there. A secret I've decided to share with you," he continues, lowering his voice a little more despite the restaurant's reputation for not letting secrets slip. He casually flicks his fingers, producing a small glass vial filled with something clear, that he twirls a few times in his fingers, his gold ring glinting as he does. He grins conspiratorially at you, giving a little wink as well.\n\n"Abernathy, if this is going to turn into some 'Wolf of Wall Street' speech about the proper use of pharmaceuticals and jerking off," you say a bit dryly, glancing at the vial and raising your eyebrows.\n\n"No, this isn't something you take. It's something you slip people. And no it's not some sort of roofie bullshit. It makes people suggestible. Depending on how much of it you give someone, you can basically make them either take a few suggestions about how they'll change their behavior... or you can make them completely and utterly loyal to you, practically your slave." He leans back in his chair casually, twirling the vial a few more times. "My presentation to Waynright consisted of sneaking a full vial of this into her Mountain Dew before the meeting, then telling her 'Suck my fat cock, you worthless cunt'. And you know what? She did. Whenever I feel like it I have her bend over her trendy little desk and I fuck that tight twenty-three-year-old ass while she moans and tells me how I can have whatever I want. I've got a contract that says I get a million a year after taxes with zero job responsibilities, get half of whatever the company sells for, and nothing says I can't just tell her to give me an even sweeter deal the next time she starts up a company. Fuck, she'd suck dick on the street for nickels if I told her to."\n\nYou've heard plenty of testosterone bluster and obvious bullshit over your years, and some of it hasn't been that much less far-fetched than what Abernathy's just told you. And yet the ease with which he says it, and the reality of his new position as co-founder of a company with an otherwise independent and someone standoffish young entrepeneur, would seem to be points of favor towards it all being real. You give both the vial and him a long, considering look, before asking, "And you're just going to give this to me?"\n\n"Don't see why I wouldn't. I'm already pretty much set for life. The stuff's morbidly expensive, but the signing bonus I got off of using the first dose of it... heh, basically she paid me a fortune to suck my dick... was enough to buy a supply that would last me forever, even if she weren't already conditioned into my loyal little fuck-slave. Giving someone I see as having a lot of potential one full dose of it won't exactly hurt. But, if it makes you feel less suspicious," he continues, giving the vial one more spin and then holding it out. "We'll say you owe me a favor. Sometime in the future I'll ask for something and you'll have to give it. You can pretty well rest assured it won't be something too expensive or damaging... after all, like I said, I'm set for life. But that way it doesn't sound too much like something for nothing, right?"\n\nYou turn the idea over in your head some more, eyes staying fixed on the little glass tube being offered to you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|DavidColdWork]]\n\n[[Refuse.|DavidColdWork]]\n\n[[Rebuke.|DavidColdWork]]\n\n[[Blackmail.|DavidColdWork1x2]]

"Y'know, I'm not sure if that stuff is for me," you say slowly, bringing your eyes back up to Abernathy's face and raising your eyebrows slightly. "But wouldn't it be interesting if it showed up on, say, a drug test?" As his own eyebrows raise, you continue coolly, "Something that someone could be tipped off to check for? Just out of a single poor man's anonymous tip, say."\n\n"David, are you trying to blackmail me?" he replies, seeming more amused than anything else.\n\n"I wouldn't say that. I'm just saying that certain people might be tipped off to check on someone, out of their own well-being. If they didn't have certain financial matters to distract them."\n\nAbernathy just looks at you for a moment, then chuckles. "Hey, alright, Dave. You'll have my answer as soon as you get back to the office. Make sure to check your account."\n\nPleased, you raise your glass to him and drain it, feeling confident that you'll have yourself similarly set for life with even less work than Abernathy apparently put into it.\n\nOnce you return to the office, you settle behind your desk. You've just logged into your bank account when one of the HR drones walks in. "Excuse me, sir, we need you to come to the HR office right now."\n\n"Oh?" you reply with a frown. "Whatever for?"\n\n"Your name has been selected for a random drug test today."\n\nAlarm bells start going off in your head. Surely it must be a coincidence... right? Still, you know full well the company's policy on refusing such tests, so you nod. "Alright then, just let me-"\n\n"Sir, company policy is that if you do anything but immediately stand up and follow me, it results in immediate termination, I'm sorry."\n\nNow scowling, you nod slowly and take your hand off the mouse, rising and rounding your desk to follow after her. You listen to her professionally soothing comments about how it won't take long and so on as she leads you to the HR offices, where you're handed a cup, a security guard following you into the restroom. Mentally composing a potential harassment lawsuit and weighing your options for using that as a way to get ahead, you return to the area outside the restroom, the guard handing the cup carefully to one of the women standing there.\n\n"Alright, with our new testing method, we get results pretty much immediately, so we don't have all that messy waiting and mailing and paperwork," she says cheerfully, lowering the metal tip of something that looks a lot like a digital thermometer with a larger screen into the yellow liquid. She carefully raises it back up, waiting for it to drip off before bringing it up to read... and blinking, the cheery smile dropping away. "... Oh my. Methamphetamine."\n\n"What?!" you yelp, eyes going wide as the guard immediately moves in close to your side.\n\n"Um, that's what it says," the other girl who led you down says, glancing at the screen and then shifting behind the older woman a little. "I'm sorry, sir, but per company policy, you are hereby immediately terminated, and we have to hold you for the police."\n\n"What?!" you cry again, jerking a bit as the security guard takes hold of your arm. "No, this is... this is a setup! Abernathy did this! He's been drugging that new partner of his, he must have drugged me too! Test Waynright, you'll see! It wasn't crystal meth, it's some sort of... of mind control juice!"\n\n"He's high right now," the older HR woman whispers (not very quietly) to the other, who nods emphatically. "Such a shame, what will his family think?"\n\n"Come along, <i>sir</i>," the pudgy guard grunts, tugging at your arm.\n\n<hr>\n[[Cooperate.|DavidColdWork]]\n\n[[Escape!|DavidColdWork]]

You hit 'Apply' on all three windows, and watch the girls as they unfreeze. Though they had been talking about what Nabiki and Akane's school week had been like in sort of bored tones, the conversation is now apparently about Nabiki fantasizing about sucking off a guy in the boys' locker room, their voices sultry and sweet as they discuss how hot that sounds. You also watch with interest as their clothing changes to retroactively match their new personalities. Nabiki's orange shirt disappears, and her black spandex one-piece shrinks, parting in the middle and turning into a black sports bra and black thong. Akane's suspenders disappear and her breasts jiggle and press out against the suddenly much tighter shirt as her bra apparently winks out of existence too; her shorts shrink into cutoffs, the crotch of them cut so thin and the hips so high that her lack of underwear is obvious, the thin line of denim baring her plump pussylips as it just barely covers her actual slit. Kasumi's dress shrinks into a miniskirt that would barely keep her covered if she were standing up straight and completely still, sitting like she is it shows off the way her overly tight panties hug the mound of her pussy, especially since her apron shrinks into a little "French maid" style job, the puffy sleeves of her dress disappearing and leaving her long, slender arms sensually bare, showing off the Japanese character tattooed on one shoulder that the program helpfully informs you means 'Whore'. \n\nAnd maybe it's just your imagination, but all three of them's breasts grow some. It might just be the change in wardrobe, but even then you're fairly certain they've grown to the proportions they had in the later OAVs. Grinning, you access the item menu and produce a video camera, flipping out the viewfinder and taking in the sight of all three of them before hitting Record.\n\n"Oh, hey Eric, nice video camera," Nabiki comments, apparently still the AV afficianado. She shifts her position on the floor, letting her legs spread, apparently uncaring that the spandex of her thong has hugged her sex to the point of digging into the cleft and even slightly outlining her clit... or that the camera can obviously catch all of this. "It new?"\n\n"Yeah, just got it," you answer, the phrase more accurate than it usually is. "Was thinking I'd use it to get some footage of you three."\n\n"Oh?" Kasumi smiles brightly, though the glimmer in her eyes gives the same expression she usually uses an overtly sexual appearance. "What sort of footage?"\n\n"I was thinking footage of you three..."\n\n<hr>\n"[[... sucking my cock.|RanPPplaceholder]]"\n\n"[[... fucking each other.|RanPP1x6]]"\n\n"[[... proving you're the world's biggest sluts.|RanPPplaceholder]]"

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You are a sixteen-year-old girl named Cyan. (Why yes, your parents were art majors, why do you ask?) You have black hair that you've given some blue and purple tips to, dark blue eyes, and a somewhat lean face. Overall you're a tad wiry, though you are starting to round out a little around the hips and rear and other places as puberty continues its march through your body. You have teardrop-shaped B-cup breasts that you'd be okay with them staying that size (though you do sort of hope to get your nipples pierced on your eighteenth birthday). Online you generally go by "Cyanide" or whatever variant hasn't been taken yet on a particular site or game.\n\nYou're in the midst of summer, and have just hit that point where absolutely everything you own and everyone you know has sufficiently ceased to engage your mind. You're free all day but a lot of your online friends still work, and your real-life ones are just about as sick of the copious amount of time you've been spending together as you are. It looks like you'll need to start looking for other amusements.\n\n<b>[[Stay on the Computer|GGCompStart]]</b>: It is usually what you prefer to do, after all, it's where you have the most fun. You can try to find a new game, meet new people, maybe surf some of that stuff you're not supposed to but do anyway...\n\n<b>[[Go outside|GGOutsideStart]]</b>: Of course, there's always "the desolation of the real". Heh. Nah, it's not so bad, you're not quite pale enough to burst into flame from sunlight. (Though you might be if you decide to spend the rest of your summer on the computer.)

"Alright, now you try. Let's start with something and someone simple." Your mother does another browse around the area with her eyes, then nods her head. "There's Mr. Top Hat."\n\nYou glance reflexively. Yup, there he is, a semi-fixture of the mall. A middle-aged man with a stubbly beard and greying temples, his cartoon character T-shirt not quite entirely covering his large gut, scabby shins visible below his jorts and a somewhat threadbare top hat perched atop his head. You make a face as you look back at your mother. "<i>Him</i>?"\n\n"Just because we're sex demons doesn't mean everything has to be all sex all the time, Jamie, and you'll understand in a moment why I chose him. You see, the way to put a suggestion in someone's head is, as said, by making them think it comes from themselves. So first of all you can't think entirely in words.. that just comes across as a blaring yell, pretty much. You need to sort of <i>feel</i> the impression you want to convey, as if you were going to do it yourself. So if you want to make someone be hot, thinking of how you feel when you're hot helps."\n\n"... And I'd also need to think about taking off my panties?"\n\n"Well yes, certainly things like that help, you've got to have a broad imagination dear. But that part's really very simple, as long as you make a solid attempt and don't try to force it, it will generally work. But the reason I picked Mr. Top Hat is specifically because he's so distinctive and you've already got a good mental image of him from seeing him around. What you want to do," she continues, bringing her hands together with palms facing each other and a bit apart. "Is picture a little doll, or action figure, or what have you. Get a nice, clear, mental image of them, right down to what they're wearing... though if you've seen them naked, picturing them naked helps. No, definitely avoid that in this case. But in any event, the more you can make it look like them on the outside, the better it works. Inside, it should be hollow, like a plastic Easter egg. Then you simply picture popping the doll open, placing the thought you want to send inside it, and tossing that doll into the person it matches."\n\n"That... sounds like a lot of work."\n\n"It probably will be at first, dear, but I assure you it will become practically reflex over time. The more you practice the more adept your mind becomes at forming 'suggestion dolls' to the point that you barely even have to think about it at all."\n\n"... Is this why dad always takes out the trash without being asked?"\n\n"Your father's a very thoughtful man," your mother answers primly. In other words, 'yes'. "In any event, dear, I want you to try giving Mr. Top Hat a suggestion. Just something simple, that he'd probably do without thinking, like scratching his nose."\n\nYou nod, then do your best to do as your mother said... imagining a little plastic Mr. Top Hat complete with top hat and jorts, but hollow and cracking open in the middle, with a little inner ring that holds it closed just like said plastic Easter eggs. You do your best to put the urge of wanting to scratch your nose inside of it, then give it a 'toss' towards the odd individual. You watch for almost a full minute as nothing happens, and have almost given it up as a bad job when one hand comes up and a dirty fingernail brushes his nose a few times.\n\n"I... did I do that?"\n\n"You did, it just wasn't quite as strong as it should be and took a bit to work through there. But you did it, dear!" your mother chirps, smiling brightly. "You've got a bit to learn about calibrating the impression to the right strength and 'aim', but you got it all the same on the first try, which is better than I did. Let's keep practicing!"\n\nThe two of you spend the next several hours refining your technique, with your mother giving you gentle pointers on this or that. Though you're hardly an expert, by the end of the day you're doing simple 'suggestion stacks' like the demonstration your mother gave you, and manage to make two giggly, excitable girls give each other a peck on the lips before they blush and break into peals of laughter. \n\nYour mother takes you back to the mall for the next few days for more practice, and eventually you do find that the whole process of picturing a hollow doll and putting thoughts in it comes faster and easier, your brain picking up on the pattern of it and ironing out details more easily. Eventually your mother notes, "Alright, dear, I think you've just about got this down. From here on in, the only way you're really going to get better is to practice practice practice. Once I think you've taken your technique with suggestions about as far as you can, I'll begin teaching you about manipulation, which is the next step up."\n\nYou nod, and ponder how to get in that practice. It's actually the last day of summer vacation, so you'll be going into school armed with a new physique and new abilities. You could just go to the mall and practice like you have been recently, obviously, essentially just getting ready to make some use of your newlearned power in school... or you could try and make this memorable by, say, trying it on someone a little more known to you. Like your friends Maya, or Kevin, or their families.\n\n<hr>\n[[Practice at the mall.|QOFam2x5]]\n\n[[Practice at Maya's.|QOFam]]\n\n[[Practice at Kevin's.|QOFam]]

You nod quickly in agreement, which makes Emi giggle. "Shy, huh? It's okay, Aki did say it's your first time." At your eyes widening, the pink-haired pretty next to you just giggles more. "It's fiiiine! I'll give you a really great time, you'll see," he adds with a saucy wink.\n\nYou nod again, still blushing, and managing to murmur your food order just loud enough to be heard when the waiter comes around. Will, Aki, and Emi chatter casually enough, as if this were any ordinary outing between friends, while you sit there nervously and only answer when someone asks you a direct question. ... Which really pretty much is how it is for you on an ordinary outing between friends, but still. You blush and squirm as every so often Emi slips a hand down and rubs along your thigh, almost up towards your crotch, especially since he likes to do it whenever the waiter wanders by. You're pretty sure that you haven't said more than about twenty words by the time all of you take the car back to Will's place.\n\nAki and Will quickly disappear into your brother's bedroom, while Emi grins and snags your wrist. "This is where you're staying, right?" he says cheerfully as he trots towards it, pulling you along with him as he heads inside, nudging the door closed behind the two of you with a heel. "The bed's pretty nice for a guest room," he adds, turning to you and grinning.\n\n"Y-yeah," you agree, nodding a few times and squirming, feeling both self-conscious and incredibly eager about the throbbing hardon pressing against the front of your jeans.\n\n"Okay, let's get to it!" Emi calls cheerfully, thrusting a hand in the air as if he were talking about cheerleading practice instead of sex. "So! On your knees!"\n\n"... Wha?" you squeak, brain knocked off the track it was barely staying on as it was.\n\n"Hmmm?" Emi tilts his head, then smiles wickedly as he pulls up his skirt, revealing the most stereotypical pair of white cotton panties ever... except for the noticeable bulge in them. He slips his thumb into the front and nudges them down, letting his own stiff shaft spring free... he's at least as well-hung as you are, to judge, but like Aki's it's smooth, slender, and pretty. "Did you just assume that you were going to be on top?" he coos, wiggling his hips a bit to make his cock shake.\n\n<hr>\n[["Uh, I, uh, um, uh, I..."|QOBro3x2]]\n\n[["... Yes?"|QOBro]]

Deciding that the mission is simply too important to risk on some potential wild goose chase, you quell your desire to go exploring, and instead clasp your hands in front of yourself and try not to start worrying about Cloud again. Besides, on further reflection, going snooping around in a place like this has the potential to result in seeing something that cannot be unseen.\n\nOne of the bee-costumed girls emerges from a room and heaves a little sigh, as if she'd just seen something un-unseeable (or done something un-undoable) herself. She grabs the edges of the costume's top and gives it a yank and a few tugs, her own fairly prodigious breasts wobbling around inside the striped spandex. Spotting you, she walks over with an exaggerated hip-shimmy that seems half habit and half a result of the large "stinger" the costumes are equipped with.\n\n"Let me guess, you're one of the girls applying to be the Don's new honey, right? ... No pun intended, they sort of come naturally after awhile," she adds in a dry tone, reaching up to run a hand through her short red hair and then adjust the costume's antenna. "If so, well, we're likely to be seeing you here in a day or two, yanno."\n\nYou try to avoid making a face. Barret had argued much the same thing... it was fairly well known that the Don's quest for a "companion" was a thinly-veiled search for new girls to have a couple of romps with before sending them off to work in one of his establishments, once they were too used and humiliated to return home. You'd pointed out to him that you had no intention of actually being the Don's companion for even a single night, but only intended to grill him for information. He wasn't much placated, and had still been sulking when you climbed aboard the carriage.\n\n"But hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right?" the redhead continues, apparently taking your silence for knowledge of your potential fate. "Pretty girl like you's got a lot of options, figure you wouldn't be here if there wasn't something more at stake than just trying to move upward in the slums. Here, tell ya what, I'll be a pal and let you have some of this stuff." She twists backwards to unzip a hidden pocket on the costume's tail, the angle actually raising one of her breasts enough to give you a peek of nipple. You consider pointing it out to her, then realize that with those costumes, the occasional slip isn't a design flaw, it's a feature. She turns back around and does another tug-and-yank on the top, the motion so practiced she might not even notice she's doing it, before holding up a small vial shaped like a few pieces of honeycomb. "Here, we use this around here sometimes with customers we're having trouble with. It oughtta guarantee you get picked, if you have any competition."\n\n<hr>\n[[Thank her for the help.|FFTL2x2]]\n\n[[Do you really want to use something a prostitute gave you?|FFTLplaceholder]]

You lay there in shock for a moment, then your lips curve against Erika's in a grin. You tug her down against you a bit more, kissing her in return, before both of you start giggling. You pull on her to roll her onto the bed with you on top of her, kissing her repeatedly, both of you giggling and cooing at each other as you start yanking each other's clothes off hurriedly.\n\nThis time it's much more direct to the point as you get on your knees and haul Erica's thighs up onto your shoulders, her big tits settling towards her face as you start tonguing her pussy, amused by the fact that even the closely-cropped soft fur making a thin V is a shining blue. Erika bites her thumbnail and moans softly as you work your tongue around, dragging it along the outer lips of her pussy and flicking it over her clit in between. "Ohyes, ohyes, rightthere, ohgod," she gasps out, refined accent rolling the words into a sweet little song of need until she cries out and bucks her hips against your face.\n\nYou lower her down to the bed, then move around to straddle her face, noticing as you look down at your own, slightly less cropped curls are now woven gold as well. (Apparently Maeve even sets the fashion for that. You'll have to remember the next time you're in the bath with a razor.) Erika almost immediately brings her hands up to rest on your hips and puts her tongue to work, lively, quick licks along your slit, catching your clit often. You moan sweetly, hands kneading your own breasts and twisting your nipples as you rock your hips gently against her tongue.\n\nOnce you've gotten yours, you slide off of her and settle down beside her. Maybe because the bed's a bit smaller than Maeve's or maybe because she just wants to, Erika cuddles up against your side, resuming kissing you, both of you giggling again delightedly, hands wandering over each other's bodies lazily.\n\nIf you didn't know better, you'd think the two of you might have actually just become friends. Like, <i>real</i> friends. Good thing you know better and the two of you are just having some fun before the inevitable power struggle.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[... Right?|Aspareth4x16]]

You decide it may not be time to use a trump card like that yet... besides, so far, you're still the only candidate.\n\nOf course, shortly after you think that, the minion pokes his head through the doorway. "Hey! Sounds like we've got a couple more girls coming, so it'll be just a little bit longer."\n\n'That's just great,' you think sourly. But already having decided to not use the perfume until you really need it, you leave it where it is for the moment. You wander around in the dungeon room for awhile, but eventually you decide to just stand well away from all the equipment... you really don't want to think about what it might have been used for in the past. You're so bored that you barely notice the two new arrivals until they're right on top of you.\n\nYou blink as you're approached by a pretty brunette in a shoulderless red cocktail dress, her hair piled up a bit atop her head before being allowed to spill down her back. Lurking near the stairs is a girl in blonde braids, wearing a rather modest but very pretty dress and hunched in on herself as if shy. The pretty girl in red gives you a dazzling scarlet smile and a bit of a wave.\n\n"Hi, you're Tifa, right? My name's Aeris."\n\n"Ah, right... you were the one sitting with Cloud on the playground, right?" you answer, trying not to let too much jealousy seep into your voice. As it is, you sound suspicious... mostly because you <i>feel</i> suspicious. What's this woman doing here?\n\n"That's right, with Cloud," she answers breezily. The two of you visibly size each other up for a moment... you've obviously got more than she does in the chest department, but she's still bigger than average. She's rather soft and probably padded in various places... but then, some guys like that. You can see her eyes roaming over your chest, arms, and legs, sizing up your toned physique and strong hips. Then she breaks the standoff with a sudden giggle, covering her mouth with one purple-gloved hand. "Poor Cloud. Having to stand over there and listen to us talk about him like he's not here."\n\nYou blink. "Cloud?" Staring at Aeris for a moment as if she might be crazy, you look over at the blonde, then make your way over. The blushing girl turns towards you, and you reach out a hand towards her to brush one of the braids aside... then give a little jump as recognition sets in. "Cloud!"\n\n"Um, hey, Tifa," your childhood friend answers. He actually looks... really pretty all dressed up like that. You would have easily bought him as being a cute girl if you hadn't recognized some of his features. He also looks far more shy and, well, vulnerable than you can recall him looking in... well, forever. You feel the sudden urge to tackle him, yank that dress up, shove his panties down and ride his cock until he moans like a girl as he cums. Maybe he sees something about that look in your eyes, because his glowing blue ones widen a little and his blush intensifies, before he quickly clears his throat. "This wasn't my idea! I mean... I agreed to it, but just because we were worried about you. This was the only way to get into the mansion with you."\n\nWrenching your thoughts back from perversion, and feeling your own cheeks heat, you clear your throat. "Um... oh. Right. Well, it's like this." You quickly explain your mission, intending to get picked as Don Corneo's girl for the night so that you can interrogate him about Shinra's intentions in the aftermath of the latest reactor bombing.\n\n"Well, it's no problem as long as you know the girl who gets picked, right?" Aeris says with another winning smile. "With three girls, whoever gets picked will be able to demand the information."\n\n"You'd do that for me?" you ask with a surprised blink.\n\n"Of course! It's to help out everyone in the slums, right? Besides, you're Cloud's friend, that means you're mine too," she adds, putting a hand to her chest.\n\nYou want to feel suspicious at that, but decide to take it at face value instead. Smiling, you give her a nod. "Thanks, Aeris. I appreciate it."\n\n"I suppose there's no need to ask who the third girl is," Cloud mutters, glancing off to the side.\n\n"You're right, there was-" you start.\n\n"-no need to ask," Aeris finishes, before both of you giggle.\n\n"Hey! I thought I told you not to wander off!" the henchman calls as he pokes his head in again. "Geez, dames don't listen. Anyway, the Don's ready for you now."\n\nAll three of you roll your eyes and start towards the stairs. Then you give a little 'oh' and fish for your item pouch. "Wait a second..." The other two blink and wait for you to haul out the perfume bottle. "A girl at the Honeybee Inn gave me this. She said it 'helps with troublesome customers'... I guess it makes guys more infatuated with you and more, uh, pliant, or whatever, if you wear it."\n\n"Huh. Do you think we need that...?" Aeris asks, leaning forward a bit to look at the bottle.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use some on yourself.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Use some on Aeris.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Use some on Cloud.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Everybody use some.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Don't use any.|FFTL2x4]]

This mission is too important to not accept every bit of help you can get. Besides, it's clear she means well and the offer is good-hearted. Smiling, you take the bottle and tuck it away in your hidden item pouch. "Thank you very much. I appreciate it."\n\n"No problem, always glad to help. Buzzbuzz," she adds in a tired tone, adjusting herself once more before scuttling off towards one of the rooms, apparently off to her next appointment. You feel a little sad watching her go... maybe someday when Shinra is taken down and the oppression under the plate is over, you can come back here and help her in return. Because until then, she's unlikely to find better treatment anywhere she goes in the lower sectors.\n\nA minute later Don Corneo's minion returns, alone, and gives you a shrug. "Looks like you're it tonight, so far. C'mon, let's get to the Don's mansion."\n\nSoon you're back on the back of the carriage and once more lamenting the dress's lack of support as it moves through the narrow streets of Wall Market. People move aside to let it pass and stare at you as you go... you blush as you realize they're either staring at your jiggling breasts, or they're thinking you must be the latest girl trying to squirm into Don Corneo's bed for a bit of cash or favor. Either way it's embarrassing, but you try to focus on the mission. What some strangers think doesn't matter, AVALANCHE and even the entire underground could be in danger. You look sourly at the mansion as the carriage pulls up in front of it... outside in the Wall Market, people are living in sheetmetal shacks and tents, and here Don Corneo has an actual gilded mansion... with the "unsightly" poor people conveniently walled off from view, as well. Jerk.\n\nDon Corneo's henchman leads you inside the foyer, which looks more like some sort of hotel lobby than an actual home. \n\nYou follow him up the stairs, then blink as he leads you right past the pair of large doors you assume leads to the Don's room, and instead towards a darkened doorway and some stairs leading down. "Aren't we going in?"\n\n"Wow, you're eager. Sorry, but the Don's got some business to finish up before he's ready to see you," the man replies as he leads you down the steps. You try not to wince at the dimly-lit... well, 'dungeon' is the only real word for it, complete with a table that has a human outline with manacles at the wrists and ankles. You ready yourself for a fight, but the minion simply gestures to the room before turning and heading back up the stairs. "Wait here, I'll come get you for your appointment in a bit."\n\nYou relax as he leaves... but only a little. You take another nervous glance around your foreboding surroundings, wondering if the intimidation factor is intentional. Corneo saying 'Here's where you could wind up if you don't take my job offer' after he's done with a girl? You wouldn't put it past him. You sigh a bit, then hm and pat your item pouch. There's the perfume... you could always tip the scales in your favor. Two can play at mind games...\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the perfume.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Just wait.|FFTL2x3]]

"Listen, this is really important," you try again, hoping that ignoring his request will keep him from repeating it.\n\n"I've got what's really important, baby!" he crows, before thrusting his hips with every word. "In! My! Pants!"\n\nYou can see his legs tensing under the fabric and start to brace yourself, though you're not sure whether it's for the impact of his body on yours or to punch his head off. Either way you hear a sudden slam of the door and instead leap out of the way, leaving Corneo to thump heavily onto the bed where you'd just been sitting. Cloud and Aeris rush in, Cloud now attired in his SOLDIER uniform, Aeris in the simple pink dress and red jacket she was wearing when you saw her briefly at the playground. You glance at Corneo, then make a face as you notice him nuzzling the bed where you'd been sitting. Ugh.\n\nGrabbing your hidden item pouch, you do a quick spin while pulling out a spare set of your usual clothes and switching into them at high speed. Whew. It feels so good to be out of that embarrassing, sexy dress and back in your nice, modest halter top, short skirt, and suspenders.\n\n"Alright, Corneo, listen up," Cloud says as he steps up to the edge of the bed, you and Aeris moving to join him. The blonde rests one hand on the hilt of the massive sword on his back, and points at the Don with the other. "We've wasted valuable time on this fetch quest and I've about had it. So I'm gonna cut to the chase and say that if you don't tell us what's up with Shinra right now, we're going to destroy your balls like the release version of Final Fantasy XIV almost destroyed Square's subscriber base."\n\nYou and Aeris blink, exchanging a brief glance and then a shrug. Must be some sort of SOLDIER lingo. Whatever it means, it seems to convince Don Corneo readily enough, and he quickly starts yammering out everything he knows. You listen in horror to the revelation that Shinra intends to blow up a support pillar, killing everyone in the Sector 7 slums (and likely most of the people on the plate above as well). After only brief discussion, the three of you decide you need to hurry as quickly as you can to the support pillar and stop this.\n\n"Wait a second!" Don Corneo calls, flopping back against his headboard. "Aren't you curious why I actually bothered to tell you all this?"\n\n<hr>\n"[[Irrelevant answer since the same thing happens anyway?|FFTL2x6]]"

"Hm. I guess with all three of us here, we don't really need to slant things any further in our favor." You tuck the perfume away again. "We better hurry before they start wondering what's up."\n\nThe three of you head back up the stairs, and you quietly hope you don't ever wind up back in that room. The three of you are gestured through the elaborate set of doors, into an incredibly gaudy, tacky room decorated in a number of eye-searing shades of red, gold, and purple. It's dominated by the large bed, on which sits the massive form of Don Corneo. His white silk shirt strains over the obese curve of his belly, and his mostly-bald head is covered in the same somewhat greasy-looking sweat as the rest of him, which looks particularly nasty in the thick black curls of his visible chest hair. He's got a fur-trimmed red jacket on like some sort of perverse version of Santa, and he's wearing designer black pants... and though you try not to look <i>there</i>, you notice that there's an obvious bulge in the front. (Probably stuffs them.) Despite being in bed, he's wearing his shiny leather shoes and smoking a large, malodorous cigar, holding it with fat sausage fingers glittering with golden rings.\n\n"Line up for the Don!" a henchman calls, gesturing to the front of the bed. Trying not to be visibly aggravated at being so blatantly treated like livestock, you move to take a place in front of the bed, Aeris to your side and Cloud on her other side.\n\nThe Don immediately leaps forward onto his hands and knees, surprisingly spry for such a fat old man. "Hoo-wee! What a trio of babes!" He quickly scrambles off the bed and starts pacing back and forth, sizing all three of you up. There's not a hint of shame as he brazenly ogles your chest or Aerith's. He seems briefly confused at Cloud, leaning in to take a closer look at the blonde's face, with Cloud subtly looking away... then again as Corneo tries to look from the other side. Corneo hrms for a moment, moving to the center and raising his hand. "I've decided! I choose...!" You blink at the actual sound of a drumroll, glancing aside to see that one of the henchmen has pressed a button. Then Corneo flings himself to his knees in front of you. "This lady with the <i>amazing</i> rack!"\n\nYou can feel your face turn brick red, and have to clear your throat before you can manage, "Th-... thank you very much," in a slightly strangled tone. Mostly because you wish you could strangle him instead.\n\n"Alright, you two, this way!" one of the henchmen declares, Aeris and Cloud both glancing back at you as they're lead away. You do your best to give them an encouraging smile as they go, hoping they can handle whatever it is the 'also rans' are put through. Don Corneo almost immediately leaps back onto the bed, and trying to be genial, you move over to sit on the side of it.\n\n"Whoa, baby, you are hot! You are on fire!" he moans, raising to his knees and thrusting his hips a few times.\n\n"Thank you," you grumble, before clearing your throat again. "Listen, Don, I really wanted to ask you something."\n\n"Oh baby, why do we need words?" he says in a husky tone, thrusting his hips again, his tongue sliding around his lips and leaving a visible layer of drool.\n\nSuppressing a shudder, you insist, "Please, can't we talk a little first? It's really important."\n\nHe pouts like a child, then his meaty lips curl up in a smirk. "Well, maybe, but your shyness is cramping my style, baby. At least get naked! We can talk once you're au naturale!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep pushing for the info... while clothed.|FFTL2x5]]\n\n[[If it's what will get him talking, strip.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Lose your temper with him.|FFTLPlaceholder]]

You decide to do what you do best: full frontal kinetic damage. In other words, hitting it with your fists. You dart in towards the beast, ducking around one of its swinging arms and slamming your metal-covered knuckles into the side of its knee before quickly darting back towards the others. The creature roars in pain and staggers to one side, Cloud quickly darting in and doing a very similar maneuver, the edge of his Buster Sword slicing along the back of the beast's knee and calf. It gives another room-shaking howl as it falls heavily to its knees, just in time for Aerith to hit it in the face with a lightning bolt.\n\nWorking in such a rhythm, it's not long before the three of you finish off the beast. Panting a bit but smiling in pleasure at how well the three of you apparently worked together, you glance over at Aerith and gesture towards her wrist, commenting teasingly, "I think that's mine, actually."\n\nShe blinks, glancing at the green orb socketed into her bracelet, then blushes a little. "Oh. Sorry. Cloud gave it to me. Did you...?"\n\nYou glance at Cloud, curious how he got the materia you had in your own bracelet while he was falling from the upper plate, but he just shrugs, apparently not having any idea himself. Looking back at Aerith, you smile again and shake your head. "No, it's okay. You seem better with it anyway."\n\n"Here," Cloud murmurs, passing you another materia, a faint image of fire flashing through your mind as you accept it. "I have some extra now, anyway."\n\nYou nod and slip the materia into your bracelet, then look at him grimly. "Cloud, do you think it's too late...?"\n\nNever exactly the cheerful sort anyway, Cloud looks particularly solemn as he considers for a moment, before answering. "Either way, we should hurry. We have to try."\n\n"Right, let's go!" Aerith calls, turning and hurrying towards the stone steps.\n\nIt doesn't take the three of you long to find a ladder to take you out of the sewers. You emerge into a cluttered, dark area, the rotting metal hulls of trains rising up around you like the walls of a labyrinth. You shudder a little at the sight of all those gaping, dark windows and doors, each one looking like something could leap out from them at any time. Though there's never really any wind below the plate, it nevertheless seems like one is constantly blowing through here, cool and gritty, irritating your skin even as you tell yourself it's just your imagination. Craning your neck to see above the hulks, you finally spot the pillar and the plate above. "It looks like it's still standing!"\n\n"Then we're not too late," Cloud acknowledges, before frowning deeper than usual. "But we might be if we don't find a quick way through this train graveyard."\n\n<hr>\n[[Split up so maybe at least one of you will get through.|FFTL2ax1]]\n\n[[Stick together, just hurry.|FFTL2x8]]\n\n[[<span style="color: #FF1493;">Oh, who cares? You'll never make it. Let's just fuck instead! </span>|FFTLPlaceholder]]

"Bingo!" Don Corneo chirps, yanking on the large lever next to the headboard. The floor instantly drops out from under you, and you find yourself hurtling down into the darkness like the victim of some cartoon supervillain.\n\nYou come to lying on cold, wet stone, with a truly awful moldy, musty smell filling your nose. Coughing, you sit up and see Aeris doing the same, Cloud already on his feet between you, glancing back and forth as if in indecision. He looks relieved as the two of you get to your feet on your own, and you look around. "Where are we? The sewers?"\n\n"Yeah, looks like," Cloud murmurs, frowning as he slogs through the water towards some steps.\n\n"I hope we're not too late," Aeris adds.\n\n"GYAHAHA! You will be once my little pet's done with you!" Don Corneo's voice calls down from the long stone chute above.\n\nThe three of you whirl around as the massive grate in front of you creaks and shrieks and howls as it rumbles open, rust and dirty water falling from it as it shudders its way into a slot. With loud impacts of cloven hooves on stone, a massive... <i>thing</i> comes stomping out. It's almost three times as tall as any of you, its upper body bulbous and malformed, covered in unnatural-seeming blue skin, the huge hump of its back dotted with protrusions of bone and a pair of forward-angled hornlike growths; it has no real neck to speak of, just a sort of half-oval head just jutting out from between its gnarled shoulders, its gaping maw fitted with a bit and bridle that doesn't keep a ridiculously long forked tongue from lolling out almost to the floor. Its lower half is more like a satyr's, brown and furry with cloven-hoofed feet, not to mention an enormous hairy sack and an immense malformed shaft that really does brush the floor as it moves. Its long, spike-tipped tail whips back and forth as it gives a roar, swinging its burly arms around and reaching out its big four-fingered hands towards the three of you, the golden chains dangling from its manacles clanking.\n\n<hr>\n[[Zap it with Lightning!|FFTL3x1]]\n\n[[Hit it!|FFTL2x7]]\n\n[[Run away!|FFTLPlaceholder]]

You, Cloud, and Barret all engage in a brief flurry of materia trading and equipping, before rushing forward to confront the smirking Turk. You quickly find he's a lot tougher than his unkempt and punkish appearance would indicate... hitting his suit feels like punching a sheet of metal, and the electroprod he's wielding sends enough energy through your body to make you twitch and shudder even without the power he puts into the actual strikes.\n\nStill, you're fairly certain the three of you have this fight well in hand. That is until your enemy points his electroprod at Cloud and presses a button. A blinking yellow pulse of energy shoots out and towards Cloud. One of the materia you're using would let you put on a burst of speed and take the attack instead of Cloud... but should you?\n\n<hr>\n[[Cloud can take care of himself.|FFTL2x10]]\n\n[[You can't risk it! Take the hit!|FFTLPlaceholder]]

You blink, cheeks coloring a little. For a moment there a very uncharacteristic thought flitted across your mind. Putting it down to stress, you instead simply say, "Let's hurry on!" before jogging forward into the junkyard, Cloud and Aerith quickly catching up with you.\n\nThough the train graveyard is indeed eerie, your presence as a group apparently deters anything particularly spooky from befalling you. A few monsters attack, but they're more pests than anything, quickly put down by a few strikes from Cloud's sword and your fists, with Aerith not even having to expend her energy on spells. It takes an agonizing number of minutes for the three of you to navigate the maze, including having to use a pair of dilapidated engines to move train cars out of the way, but with the three of you working together to spot paths or suggest plans, it goes much faster than it could have.\n\nSoon, though not as soon as you would have liked, the three of you scramble out onto the actual train platform that links Sector 7 with the rest of Midgar. People are running around in a panic, and you muse ruefully that news of the impending pillar collapse must have already started spreading like wildfire. You'd probably have heard about it sooner if you'd just stayed at the Seventh Heaven! At least you were able to group up with Cloud and Aerith this way, you try to assure yourself as the three of you race towards the base of the pillar. The sound of gunfire and the drone of rotors grows loud as you approach, and you look up to see the faint shape of Barret moving around, flashes illuminating him as he fires at the circling helicopter. Other shapes are moving around as well, and as you watch one is knocked over the railing and plummeting to the ground, eliciting a scream of anguish from you as you recognize Wedge just before he hits the ground.\n\nYou and Cloud both rush to his side, Cloud shouting the other AVALANCHE member's name, but by the time you get there there's nothing even healing magic can do. Wedge has just enough time to smile and thank Cloud for remembering his name before he dies. Squashing your urge to weep, you instead rise to your feet and look up at the battle raging above. Realizing that it's extremely likely no one who goes up there will come back, you turn to Aerith.\n\n"Aerith, please, there's a little girl named Marlene, in a bar called the Seventh Heaven. She's probably alone and scared, and-"\n\n"I'll get her somewhere safe, I promise," Aerith interrupts, giving a quick nod before turning and running off without another word.\n\nYou and Cloud hurry up the stairs, pausing only to fight Shinra forces in your way and comfort Biggs and Jessie, both of whom are badly injured. You wish you could tend to them better, but every moment spent could be the moment the plate above comes crashing down on all of you... it breaks your heart to leave them, but there really aren't any other options. The two of you arrive at the top of the pillar to find Barret firing at the helicopter. You call over to him, and he glances over his shoulder, obviously surprised to see the two of you there.\n\nUnfortunately, it seems that moment of distraction is all the helicopter pilot needs to dip in, a man with scruffy dyed-red hair and a rumpled black business suit leaping from the doors and racing across the metal grating that forms the floor of the plate control area. He inputs a few quick commands on the control panel, then turns towards all three of you, smirking. "There, it's done... in a couple of minutes the plate'll come down and there's nothing you can do about it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Plead with him.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fight!|FFTL2x9]]

Pouting a little, you flounce over to one of the chairs and flop into it, your bag settled onto your lap. Professor Senna laces her fingers together and rests her hands on the desk, looking across it at you. "Layla, tell me... what do you know about the Herrod family?"\n\nYou blink, then shrug negligently. "There's Maeve, and her brother. Not much other than that, I guess."\n\n"I trust you've gathered that they're quite wealthy. And influential. It affects nothing, I suppose, to tell you that Maeve has cousins in positions of authority in various places in Aspareth's School... you've no doubt deduced that for yourself. In fact, her uncle is my counterpart, the Head Wizard. They're a very old, very powerful family that is composed entirely of mages... because if someone is born into their family without magical potential, they are cast out."\n\nYou keep your face almost-bored as Professor Senna rises and moves over to the wall, hands tucked behind her back again as she looks at one of the framed photos. "I do not expect you to understand, Layla. Even if you were not..." She glances over at you, raising her eyebrows. "Well, to be blunt, even if you were not mostly concerned only with yourself, you did not grow up knowing about the parallel society we have with yours. It overlaps in many ways, but in others it is distinct. And while for the nonmagical world, war is one thing, for us it is another."\n\nShe turns and meanders over towards you, circling behind you, and you have to admit your blood is chilled a little as she continues. "War among ourselves. Perhaps someday even war with the nonmagical part of society, though I personally feel that is a conflict that we mages would lose. But do not misunderstand, war is coming. On one side will be those who stand for order, safety, life, and respect..."\n\nShe leans down a bit, one hand on the back of your chair, the other on the arm. You turn to look at her and meet her eyes, and for the first time realize they're red. Not irritated or itchy red, or glowing demon-y red, just... red. You're unable to look away as she continues. "And on the other side, standing for everyting that is against those principles, will be Maeve Herrod and those who think just like her. The sort of people that have no respect for the sanctity of life, most especially not for the lives of those who don't know magic. People like you were less than a month ago. People like your parents still are."\n\nShe holds your gaze for almost a full minute, which seems like an eternity. But finally she straightens up, breaking some of her near-hypnotic control over you. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off from classes, and think about what I've told you." She watches as you shakily rise and walk to the door, waiting until you're there before calling, "Oh, Layla?" as if she'd simply forgotten something.\n\nYou freeze in the doorway, not turning.\n\n"I'd be careful about letting Maeve use that neurocopy spell on you. The first person she tried it on has still not completely recovered their sanity. But then, she did try it at only nine years old, when anything beyond a simple color-change or cleaning spell should have been completely beyond her." She raises her eyebrows. "Whatever else Maeve is, she is undeniably absolutely brilliant and one of the most clever people in this school."\n\nUnable to help feeling like you've just been given another warning, you hurry out of the room.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4x18]]

"Do you dare step into the most haunted house in the world? Will you defy the ghouls and ghosts with your bravery?" The goth girl standing to one side of the haunted house's entry sounds completely bored, actually examining her nails as she speaks her lines in a tone of utter disinterest. "Will you wander the maze of hallways, uncertain if you'll ever get out again? Challenge the haunted house. You know you-" She pauses briefly to cover a yawn. "-want to."\n\nWell, despite the unenthused pitch, it does look interesting. The outside is massive, and about as stereotypical an example of its type as you could hope for. Ragged curtains eternally blowing in the wind (fans), creaky shutters moving back and forth (obviously motorized), an elaborate weathervane that seems to be getting struck by lightning with crashes of thunder regularly (that one, you have no clue how they do it).\n\n<hr>\n[[Head inside.|HHH2x1]]\n\n[[Talk to the girl first.|HHH1x1]]

You pull down the guidebook, pausing with it barely off the shelf as a funny feeling runs through your body, almost like something immaterial sliding down your arm and getting a grip in the center of your being. That is... pretty weird. You just stand there for a moment more, then finish pulling down the book, wondering if you're starting to get paranoid over bringing your bag in when Ms. Uppity said not to.\n\nThat hand in the center of your self gives a shove and you stumble back with a yelp, your back impacting against the opposite shelves. Except it feels a lot more solid than shelves. Blinking, you look over your shoulder, seeing a brick wall behind you... and in front of you, come to mention it. You're actually in some sort of alleyway, some bare bits of light filtering in from the opening, though you can still see perfectly fine somehow. You look down at the book, only to find there is no book... and your hand is inside a glove. Doing a quick check of yourself, you find that you're no longer in your own body... this one's a bit taller, all slender, lean muscle. You've got on soft leather boots, tight but supple leather pants (and damn don't those look good), a belt with a number of pouches and... check... yeah, a dagger sheath in the back... and a sleeveless leather top that laces up the front. Your boobs aren't really any bigger, you notice as you give them a cup to check, then make a little 'hm?!' noise as you feel a slight shift and a tweak of unusual sensation. But it's not hard to figure out the cause... they must be pierced!\n\n"... Cool!" you blurt happily, letting out a peal of giggles and doing a deft spin in place, feeling as light and agile as a ballerina. You experimentally slip the knife from its sheath, grinning at its polished edge, then glancing up as someone walks by the alleyway entrance... and staring as your brain starts supplying various weaknesses and good places to slip the blade. "Whoa, that is freaky-awesome," you murmur under your breath.\n\nYou use the dagger to take a look at a bit more of yourself. Your face is sort of the same, though you've got a more slender chin and cheeks now. Your hair is just plain blue instead of blue-tipped, you have eyes that are some slightly not-human shade of green, and your ears come up to slight points. Half-elf, then, you'd guess. You hmm thoughtfully as you slide the blade back into its sheath. The call of the Chosen One? Enchanted book? Brain aneurysm? Well, whatever it is, this is pretty damn cool. You feel practically giddy as you trot out of the alleyway and take a glance around at the faux-midevil European city bustling with mostly-human peasants. As you start walking amongst the crowd, you find someone's moneypurse pretty much sliding right into your hand without any conscious action on your part and have to suppress a giggle. Oh that is <i>neat</i>. I mean, you feel a little guilty, maybe, but hey that's how it's <b>done</b> around here, right?\n\nStill, you muse, can't just wander around picking pockets all night. Clearly, for whatever reason you've been brought here, you need to find yourself some adventure, purpose, y'know, that sort of thing. So what to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Find an adventuring party to join.|GGRogue1x1]]\n\n[[Try to pull off a daring heist on your own.|GGRogue15x1]]\n\n[[Find a partner to give your new body a "test run" with.|GGRogue]]

"The missions sound, uh, y'know... fun," you say, trying to seem nonchalant about it.\n\n"They often can be, yes," Atalanta replies placidly. If she cares about whether your lust for gold has been awakened, she doesn't show it, instead just pointing towards a sort of kiosk that's been set up with a lot of flashing lights and a sign reading 'Missions'. "If you'd like to give them a try, you can accept and turn them in over there."\n\nBidding the rest of your party adieu for the moment, you make your way over through the light crowd, eventually arriving at the booth, where a pretty woman with a long white ponytail, red eyes, and horns smiles at you. "Hello, would you care to accept some Party Missions?" \n\n"I'd like to try it out, yes please," you answer, resting your hands on your hips before remembering how bare and curvy they are. Oh well.\n\n"Alright, since this is your first visit to us tonight, here are a trio of beginner missions to complete. Each is worth one gold coin," she says, proffering a slip of paper with both hands as if formally presenting a business card. "When you've completed and turned in all three, you'll unlock more missions that are worth gold slips."\n\nYou accept the bit of paper and take a look at the lines:\n\n'Eat five pumpkin cookies.\nHand out ten bat cookies.\nDrink a pint of pumpkin ale.'\n\n... Huh! Well, these are... not bad at all! Seriously, you're going to get paid gold coins to eat cookies and drink beer? These missions really are the best! You cheerfully head to the bar area and request a pint of pumpkin ale, sipping the dark and faintly orangeish stuff as you make your way to one of the food tables next. Admittedly the directive to eat five pumpkin cookies isn't a <i>complete</i> breeze... the cookies turn out to be a bit smaller than your palm and fairly thick, but they're delicious and you seem to have a bit more of a stomach than you did before. (Isn't there something in anime about how all martial artists are all bottomless pits when it comes to food? Looks like you're benefitting from your costume again!) You bundle up a number of the bat cookies and try to hand them out to other partygoers, and are only having middling success until you learn to approach the men and give your shoulders an extra fling when you thrust a cookie towards them. That seems to convince most of them that yes they'd absolutely <i>love</i> a bat-shaped cookie thank you, and you soon find your way back to the mission kiosk, waggling your empty pint glass. You're not sure how to prove the cookies, now that you think of it, but the red-eyed woman just smiles.\n\n"Looks like you completed your first three missions! Here you are," she adds, setting a small stack of gold coins on the table. They're about the size of silver dollars, and have Lizzie's beaming face engraved on the visible side of them. You pick one up and glance at the other side... it's her tail lifted to show off a pair of striped panties. ... Heads and tails, cute. "Here are your next three missions, if you'd like to do them," she adds, holding out another slip of paper.\n\nExpecting something like 'Try the queso' or 'Dance with someone you don't know', you accept the paper and look... and wind up staring.\n\n'Flash your tits at ten people.\nFlash your pussy at five people.\nFlash your asshole at one person.'\n\n"Uhhhhh." Your face coloring, you lift your head to look at the white-haired woman.\n\n"The missions aren't just to make the party more fun for <i>you</i>," she notes, raising her eyebrows.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. Alright then.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Nope, you're out.|BuddyFHP]]

Well, when you want to know something, what's the obvious way to find out? ... Hahaha no not <i>ask</i> that goes against the entire fiber of our society! Obviously you're going to spy on your parents using technology. What're they gonna do if they find out, punish you? You'll just say you learned by example of the government, clearly it's not your fault you think that a surveillance state is normal. (If nothing else the creativity of your excuse ought to buy you some leniency.)\n\nSo instead you dig out some of the little webcams you've bought at various times because you got super cheap deals on old models so why would you not buy electronics when you see that? They're not super small, but with a bit of creativity and the house pretty much entirely to yourself during the day for several days you're easily able to tuck them away here and there in places that they're pretty much invisible. You set up a little private network for them and a long, encrypted streaming link that only you'll have, so that you'll be able to watch on your laptop remotely. You should have pretty good coverage of most of the major areas of the house, enough to peek in and see what's going on.\n\nNow let's see, with that taken care of, you need to actually find out who to spend the night at the house of. Preferably someone who you can let in on the secret of your spying. If you think of it that way, as to who would definitely keep the secret properly, it narrows the field to two possibilities. There's your best female friend Leslie, who you're fairly sure would be pretty enthusiastic about the whole idea. The downside being maybe too enthusiastic, Leslie's at least as curious and tends to latch onto things even harder than you do, she might try to take over the whole operation and spend all night pestering you 'Check the other camera! No the other one!' or something.\n\nYou wouldn't have to worry about that with Dean, one of your D&D buddies. He's a sweetheart but, quite frankly, has a spine of braided half-cooked ramen noodles. Half the reason you could count on him to keep your secret is that you're pretty sure he'd be afraid to... you've never bullied or pressured him once in the time you've known him (at least intentionally), but he is a little... skittish, putting it nicely. Still he's a good friend... the big issue would be that his mother hates you (and all his friends, but especially his female friends) and you're pretty sure it's a long-shot that she'd ever allow you to spend the night, even entirely innocently. Still, worth a shot, even if you'd have to put up with her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay over at Leslie's.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Stay over at Dean's.|GGParent14x3]]

"Mmm, just look at her, Mandy, isn't she beautiful?"\n\n"Yup, sure Boss, gorgeous," the expressionless assistant replied as she mopped up a bit around one of the hoses.\n\nTandy sighed dreamily as she took in the sight of the candy-snatcher now safely tucked away in a special rig. Its arms and legs were sheathed in metal restraints and held spread, with large dildos (one modeled after a horse, the other after a bull) pumping in and out of its pussy and ass constantly, pistoning endlessly into the holes of the life support system for the massive globes below. Its lower face was covered by a mask that constantly fed her a mixture of various materials insuring that its milk would come out with the proper sweetness and consistency, though as a side effect it had developed quite the round, fat ass which jiggled merrily and constantly with the animal dildo pumping between the still perfectly round and smooth buttocks. Its tits and udder just barely brushed the floor below it, despite each breast being the size of a small car and the udder being closer to the size of an SUV, heavy and stretched constantly with an endless supply of milk. Milking caps sheathed the eighteen inch nipples and two-foot-plus teats, constantly sucking out a thickened, sweetened gush of fluid that flowed through tubes over to a nearby machine which pumped, buzzed, and hissed. From its maw and along the conveyer belt issued an endless supply of 'naked' malted balls, tumbling along the jittering belt down to where they'd pass beneath a chocolate drizzle, twice, and then a drying vent before being tumbled into a large vent, which was rapidly becoming full and ready to be shuttled over to rest with the others filling a corner of the room.\n\n"Not only the sheer size of those pretty pretty tits, and that lovely bovine monoboob, but the very... concept of it all," Tandy mused aloud, reaching out a hand as if she could grasp her own wonder at the sight before her. "It doesn't think, it doesn't want, it doesn't need. All it does is cum and give milk, constantly, forever, doing nothing but providing the necessary ingredient to make the most wonderful, perfect thing of all..." She sauntered over to the bin and plucked up one of the little round balls, bringing it to her lips and kissing it affectionately. "Candy."\n\n"Mhm," Mandy acknowledged absently as she took a rag out of her pocket and wiped a smudge off one of the nipple-sheathes. \n\n"... I've decided!" Mandy declared, thrusting a hand in the air. "It's come to me, as clear as the sunrise on a cloudless morning! A new formula to bathe these fresh new MILK Duds in! And then we're shipping them out to as many houses as we can, free of charge!"\n\nMandy leaned against her mop and rested her chin against the butt of the handle. "What about the men who eat them? Or the people that don't like candy? Or at least don't like Milk Duds?"\n\nTandy shuddered delicately, pointing dramatically at her assistant. "I've asked you before not to remind me that <i>those</i> exist! But pish posh, I've thought of everything," Tandy assured her, waving a hand. "That's what the new formula is for. Any man who's affected will be instantly overcome with the simple desire to seek out the nearest affected female, and build for her one of these wonderful rigs like we've got here to support her! He will mindlessly, unthinkingly service and serve her, fucking her cunt with his considerably expanded cock whenever he's not maintenancing the machines, or fucking another milker under his care, obviously. As for..." She made a disgusted face, sticking out her tongue. "<i>Those</i>, well, I'll simply make the formula extra strength! Servitor males will know to occasionally empty a few dozen gallons of milk into the drains, gutters, or even just out in the yard. It will infuse itself into the water table, and soon it will be in everything! The water, the food, getting rained on will start turning people into servitors and milkers eventually! The lovely thing is that before anyone really knows what's going on, it will be far too late to do anything about it! The change will always spread faster than they're able to track down servitors and milkers and do anything about it, and eventually the whole world will be... this," she cooed, once again gesturing to the black-furred milker nearby, its eyes currently rolling in an especially strong orgasm. "No wars, no crime, no violence, no hate, just... brainless, mindless pleasure." She smiled brightly, giving the MILK Dud in her hand a little flick back into the bin. "And candy."\n\n"Mm. The entire world, huh?" Mandy mused evenly, flat eyes turning briefly to the nearby milker. "Us too, then?"\n\n"Us too, my sweet monotone slave," Tandy cooed, walking over and giving Mandy's cheek an affectionate pinch and shake. "In fact I think as soon as we get all the MILK Duds shipped out, I'll go ahead and turn you into a mindless milker right away, so I can enjoy seeing you in your rack alongside this one for awhile before I turn into nothing but a big-dicked meat robot, doing nothing but servicing the two of you. Well, and knocking you both up over and over again. Got to have more milkers and servitors come from somewhere, yes? And they'll wind up taking up a lot less room overall, so there's room on this planet for... oh, trillions maybe, even."\n\n"'Kay." Mandy shrugged negligently. "You want me to start boxing up the candy or build my rack first, Boss?"\n\n"Build your rack first, dear, I want to make sure it's measured right before anything else."\n\n<b>Tandy's Candy</b> end - <i>A peaceful, milky world</i>

"Yeah?" you whisper with a smile, leaning in to kiss her lips softly, your hands sliding around to rub gently up and down the cream-smooth skin of her back.\n\n"Oh yes," she purrs, her hands stroking up and down your hips over your skirt before sliding under it, sliding up and down again before moving back, taking firm hold of your ass and pulling you closer gently into a longer, deeper kiss. You have to admit you've been wanting this for awhile... she's the most gorgeous girl you've ever seen, and if this just cements that you're subordinate to her, then so be it.\n\nYou feel one hand leave your ass, then jump as a little static charge rushes over your skin. Breaking the kiss you look down, and find that you're naked save for your own (navy blue) thigh-highs. Maeve waggles her wand, that little fox grin on her lips again. "Normally I might have the patience for a slow undressing, but I'm rather eager to get my mouth all over you."\n\nToo turned on by now to worry overmuch about where your clothes just went, you step in to resume the kiss eagerly, sinking your fingers into that thick dark hair like you've been wanting to since the train. Maeve wraps her arms around your middle, pulling you close, letting your larger breasts pillow against her smaller ones. Then with a little tug the older girl pulls both of you backward, toppling you onto your sides on the bed. The kisses continue, needy, eager openings of mouth to close against one another or against one lip, sucking it or tugging lightly with teeth. Your hands slide over her slender body, caressing her trim ass, while her hands dig into your fuller one, pale fingers stand out against the somewhat fading bed-perfect tan.\n\nShe rolls you over onto your back after a time, giving you a few more wicked kisses before trailing her lips down your throat, and up the slope of one breast before biting your nipple suddenly, her grin pure wickedness as you yelp in shocked pleasure. Making a distinct purrlike noise low in her throat, she begins washing her tongue over your nipple, a hand coming up to knead your other breast slowly. Occasionally she bites your nipple or tweaks the other one good and hard, mixing up your moans with more little shrieks and squeals. (You really hope stone absorbs sound well, but at this point it's hard to care.)\n\nEventually she rolls off of you onto her back, inviting you to return the favor. You slide over on top of her, briefly kissing her again and hearing her 'mmm' softly, then slip down to start kissing and licking at her nipples, moving from one to the other every few seconds. Your tongue flicks over one quickly, teasing the hard little nub, then moves to the other for slow, rolling licks, before sucking hard on it. You're rewarded with soft, refined, but ever more eager and needy moans from Maeve, her fingers coming up to tangle in your salon-crafted blonde hair.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4x12]]

You tell yourself you're just interested in the promise that she'll leave you alone for the rest of your life, but- "What do you mean 'powers like your own'?"\n\nHer smile widens at that. "Well! Not quite as wide and wonderful as my own, but. Physical near-perfection, the power to read and influence minds, the ability to seduce just about anyone, and even some ability to work spells and curses. What you do with all that would, of course, be up to you. They'd be your powers, after all."\n\nYou slowly nod. "Alright. Since... you know, you said that you'd leave me be."\n\nXiora lets out a laugh, that trails off into a low 'mmm' as her cock finally hardens up completely, little dribbles of pre leaking from the tip. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, darling. Now, get on your knees."\n\n"W-what?" Your cheeks color and you take a half-step back. "Why?"\n\n"Because I'm going to infuse my power into you by feeding you a nice, thick load of cum," she replies in an annoyingly reasonable tone, as if it were the most obvious and natural thing in the world.\n\n"Do you... do you have to do it that way?"\n\n"No, but I want to." Her smile grows a bit again, her eyes twinkling. "Now. On your knees."\n\nYou suppose you can't really argue with that, considering you've already agreed to sell your soul to her. Swallowing, you settle down onto your knees on the ground, watching Xiora as she walks over and nudges the tip of her cock up against your lips. You part them enough to let her slip half the head in, but otherwise she doesn't seem that interested in making you suck or lick. Still, you find your tongue moving without much thought, swirling around the tip of it as she strokes herself. "Mmm, look in my eyes," she coos, and you find yourself rolling your own baby blues up to meet her gaze, which you're a little startled to see has turned bright magenta. "Thaaat's right, right in my eyes, slut," she continues, her hand pumping just a bit faster along her length. "This is what you're selling your soul for, so you'd better enjoy it."\n\nIt's not all that long before she lets out a long, purrlike moan and starts gushing into your mouth. Unable to look away from her eyes, you swallow every thick, mouth-filling gush, feeling it tingle and run warm down your throat like alcohol. You find yourself moaning between gulps as well as it just keeps coming and running down your throat, little shivers of small orgasms running through your body as your breasts swell, pressing outwards against your bra, your legs shifting beneath you as they grow somewhat longer and curvier, your ass rounding out some beneath you, leaving your bloomers digging into the yielding flesh they now cover only half of.\n\nBy the time Xiora pops the tip of her cock out of your mouth and gives her cock a few light pats against your face, you feel as full as if you'd eaten a big breakfast. With one last smile, she vanishes abruptly as if she'd never been there. You sit there for several moments before standing. You expect to wobble, but every movement is smooth and perfect. You look down at yourself... you don't look <i>that</i> different just from a glance, maybe just a bit... moreso... of everything you had before. You're going to have to go up a bra size probably, but for now even that's not as uncomfortable as it could be. You do a quick check of your face and find it's clean enough, and lift your skirt to glance at your crotch... you can feel that you've soaked your panties, but it hasn't gotten through to your bloomers, so you should be fine for now. Turning, you hurry back towards the main area, unable to help delighting at how even walking or jogging feels completely and utterly effortless and perfected.\n\nYou soon find the rest of your cheer squad gathered with a handful of others, your team and one of the other ones going through warmup stretches. Cassie spots you and hurries over, murmuring, "Where have you been?! We're about to do competitive cheers and I thought you weren't going to show! I-" She blinks, looking you up and down. "Is... something different about you?"\n\n"I don't think so," you manage to lie blandly, shaking your head. "I'm sorry, I was just feeling kind of sick, but I'm better now, and ready."\n\n"Okay." Cassie nods a bit worriedly, obviously fretting over how the competition you're about to do will go, but hurries back to the rest. You stroll on over, considering. Practically any cheer or routine you could imagine is easily within your hands now, you can easily grasp that. But what to do with it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Steal the spotlight.|CheerSS]]\n\n[[Make your team look good.|CheerSS1x1]]

"If there are any big problems, maybe I should take care of those first," you offer. "If I'm the only one that can do them... I'm sure despite what you say, you can manage some decisions on your own, Bruno, you seem pretty smart."\n\n"Awwww gawrsh," Bruno huffs, drawing a paw over one ear and thumping a foot against the fountain edge. "Um, yeah, but anyway, right now the biggest problem we've got is over in one of the far Grass Floss plots."\n\n"You mean that stuff I saw them harvesting nearby?"\n\n"That's just the regular stuff, the green and blue and pink. Ordinary stuff, goes in every common Easter basket. Some colors are more rare and used only for extra special baskets. There's only one plot of Gold Floss anywhere in Easter Town's borders, out on the edge. We need every bit of it we can harvest for our most extra special baskets, but someone's been stealing it!"\n\n"Oh no!" you gasp, covering your mouth with both hands. ... That seems an odd thing to get upset over but you find yourself drawn in. He states it as if it's so dire after all. "Do you have any idea who?"\n\n"We know exactly who! It's one of Santa's reindeer!" Bruno huffs, giving another, more exasperated thump of his foot. "Christmas Town uses Gold Floss too, but they don't have any growing in their area, so they give their residents gifts if they can find it in other spots and bring it back! They're supposed to stay out of Easter Town's territory, but this reindeer keeps coming in and taking ours! He denies it when he's at home of course and they keep on believing him, and say it must be someone else taking it!"\n\n"Well that's no good," you answer with a frown, putting your hands on your curvier-than-ever hips. "I'll definitely have to put a stop to it!"\n\n"Yeah!" Bruno answers with a hop. Then he pauses, and looks up at you while wiggling his nose. "... How?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll confront the reindeer personally.|HEaster2x4]]\n\n[[You'll go tell Santa on him.|HEaster]]

* <b>Main:</b> "Erika" can [[continue to be stubborn|HHHVampMale1x4]] even after Drake makes him suck off the carriage horse.\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy can [[rush outside|BuddyOct17x3]] when he hears his house getting egged.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can [[play with Rei's dildo|HLSenshi13x2]] when snooping.\n* <b>Main: </b>Jamie and Maya can select "[[Teh Chaynj Mohzt Lood|QOBook14x2]]" from the magic book.\n* <b>Main:</b> The newly-turned shemale witch Cyan can now [[go on the road|GGCandy5x6]] instead of returning to her old life.\n* More stuff with Buddy from last week.\n* <b>Main:</b> Wilma can now play [[skeeball|WilmaFun5x2]] in the Funland arcade.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy can now investigate the [[haunted house|BuddyOct17x5]] on his Halloween walk. Or, a bit further back, he can [[ask who's at the door|BuddyOct17x2]] when there's a knock after lights out.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy-Mai can decide to [[earn some party currency|BuddyOct20x2]] at Lizzie's Halloween party.\n* <b>Main</b>: Hax protagonist Jamie can now observe the potential of a [[kidnapped princess|QOSuc5x3]] after rescuing Katalina.\n* More Buddy going to the haunted house stuff.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy can now let Ciara [[pick her own room|BuddyOct17x11]].\n* More of Buddy at Lizzie's party.

"Instead of thinking of them as being magical girls, think of them as <i>your</i> magical girls," you suggest, noticing Diabolical Catastrophe's pointed ears perk up a bit at the idea. "After all, you've got Dark Great Kings... kings need generals, right? That's really what they are, my Dark Generals."\n\n"Ohoooooo!" Diabolical Catastrophe makes a 'finger gun' with one hand and tucks the meeting of her thumb and forefinger under her chin, her eyes alight. "Yes, yes, I like it! Dark Generals... who only happen to take the form of magical girls!"\n\n"Our bodies and souls belong to our Master, who belongs to you, which makes us your possessions, my queen," Patricia coos, giving a rather courtly bow with one arm across her stomach.\n\n"Yeah, don't worry, your majesty, we'll totally trounce those stupid Magi-Cheers for you!" Danielle declares, puffing out her chest a bit.\n\nDiabolical Catastrophe puffs out her own (even flatter) chest in turn, hands on her hips until she raises the back of one to her mouth. "NYOOOOHOHOHOHO! Yes, yes, I accept your fealty! Now, accept my Dark Gift and become my Dark Generals of Darkness and the Dark!" She flings a hand upward, both girls yelping as the shadows under their feet coalesce and burst upwards in solid columns that send their skirts flapping upwards, briefly baring their pussies before their clothes tear to shreds and they're lifted into the air.\n\nHuh. You've never actually seen a magical girl transformation sequence happen right in front of you before, you hope after this it's faster because there's a lot of slow twirling and dramatic gradual coalescing of energy. Otherwise it looks pretty much like watching it on the shows... well, a little more explicit, the shows don't usually leave things like stiff nipples and pussy clefts and puckers on display. (Unless it's Angel Blade.) But you watch as shadows and darkness swirl around their glowing purple-pink bodies, coalescing into shoulder-capping flaps with big colored jewels at the front, shoulder-gloves with golden bands at elbows and tops, knee-high boots with similar accents, and very skimpy one-pieces that practically only cover the fronts of their breasts and their sides, leaving all of their cleavage, their hips, and most of their bellies on display, pleated white skirts taking form with clasps at the front of their crotches and going sideways across their hips.\n\n'Man, I saw the outfits on that screen thing, but they're definitely lewder in person,' you think as the light fades and both of your girls settle to their feet, apparently instinctively striking dramatic (and rather sexy) poses. Both of them have silver-colored gloves, boots, and skirts as opposed to the white the real things wear, with Patricia's one-piece in dark purple and Danielle's in black. Patricia has a little purple crescent moon symbol painted on her cheek, while Danielle has acquired a cute little black skull one.\n\n"Cheer Purple, here to cheer you to the moon!" Patricia... ah, Cheer Purple... declares proudly and elegantly, posing with a victory sign in front of her forehead and the other hand on her hip, one leg back and pressed onto her feet to arch herself on display. Perhaps appropriately to her declaration, you noticed when she was transforming that rather than covering at least half of each buttock like Danielle's one-piece, hers is a T-back.\n\n"Cheer Black, I'll cheer you on so hard you'll die to death!" the other declares, striking a pose that looks more like a fighting stance, which nevertheless manages to present her butt behind her and her pert little tits ahead of her.\n\n"Yes! Excellent! I think I might be starting to like magical girls... as long as they're <i>my</i> magical girls!" Diabolical Catastrophe declares, letting out another peal of adorably evil laughter. Then she abruptly ceases and points dramatically at you. "Now! My Nobunaga! Tell me, now that you have your magical girl themed Dark Generals, what will you have them do?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Infiltrate the Magi-Cheer Five.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[Assist the monsters.|DarkMike]]

You decide to head towards the west wing, which is where the mall has concentrated most of their clothing stores. You think at one point they were trying to get all fancy and label parts of the mall as if they were bits of the city, and this was the 'fashion district', but the signage and whatnot from that particular promotion has gradually disappeared, leaving you with only vague memories of it from when you were a bit younger. Now it just happens to be where the majority of clothing stores are concentrated, though others have of course "creeped" out into other bits of the mall over time, and not all the stores here are strictly 100% clothing-oriented.\n\nYou wander around, taking in the stores both old and new... summer is obviously one of the times the mall tries to get any vacancies filled in with new stores, after all. There's also the fact that there's just some of these stores that you've never been in because they didn't fit your style or you never really felt the urge. But hey, maybe today's the day, if for nothing else than to alieviate your boredom. Let's see, there's...\n\n[[Living Apparel|GGLCStart]] - One of the new places. There's a big globe between the two words so maybe the actual name is supposed to be 'Living Earth Apparel'. It looks like one of those super kitsch "environmentalist"-type stores that have mostly gone out of fashion. Y'know, bunch of little eco-themed knick-knacks and toys, rainforest theme, signs saying in large print that a portion of all sales go to saving the world and tiny print saying it's 0.05% of all squishy-ball globe sales after taxes. From a glance it seems to have a fair clothing selection though, so it's probably a bunch of slightly hipster-y natural fiber stuff.\n\n[[The Girlfriend Store|GGGFStart]] - Okay its name isn't actually 'The Girlfriend Store' but that's how you've always thought of it, you're never really able to remember its actual name. You've mentally dubbed it so because it's a girl's clothing store but it's got a rather masculine theme, and all the promotional posters and banners constantly feature young, attractive women in some level of tomboy attire posed mildly seductively while either resting their hands on each other or gazing into each other's eyes. Thus, The Girlfriend Store. You don't dress super girly yourself but you've also never really considered yourself a tomboy, so you've never really checked it out.\n\n[[Forever Young|GGFYStart]] - Mostly it seems to be a store that caters to people who like to dress a little too young for themselves... y'know, the forty-year-old lady still wearing pigtails sort of place? Probably not much that would fit your taste but, well, you could go in and snicker at the idea of people older than your parents dressing like someone your age (or younger).\n\n[[Missus Mazorium's Clothing Emporeum|GGMCEStart]] - It looks like someone took one of those nerd convention booths where they sell all sorts of vaguely cosplay-ish jewelry along with steampunk/goth/fantasypunk/anime clothing and expanded it out to fill an entire store. It seems like it should be one of those 'popup' stores that just signs a lease for a few months but it does seem pretty settled in. Maybe you could find a new overpriced incense holder or something.

"The change most..." You blink a few times. "Lewd?"\n\n"I think that might be what it means, yeah. Ha, seriously?" Maya snickers, then stands up and holds the book out in a bit of a dramatic pose. "Yeah I'm gonna read this one."\n\n"Aw, c'mon, Maya," you whine a bit, your face coloring. "What if it's all, y'know, perverted and stuff?" You squirm a little, not sure how you'd take listening to Maya read out... well, whatever the weird pompous author of this thing thought was sexy, at least.\n\n"Nah, it's in the same gobbledegook as all the other spells in here. Ahem. ... 'Ceq ceq ceq, ryem Cydyh, famm frydajan E's hud cina yhouha ryc ajah vekinat drec cred uid. Ev oui ryja, re! Ajanouha'c kuhhy dinh ehdu naymmo faent caq tasuhc huf, ahzuo!'"\n\nAlmost the second she says the last word, she gasps and staggers, dropping the book as if something had thumped her hard on the back. "Maya!" you blurt, jumping to your feet, then gasping loudly as the same sensation hits you, shaking you and barely letting you keep your feet as you feel a strange thrum through your body that... well... actually, it feels <i>really</i> good, making you gasp hard, your dick instantly going hard in your pants. You can see that Maya's nipples are stiff too... and that her breasts are growing?!\n\nYou're caught between the feeling of your own body being wracked with pleasure and the strange pulling, twisting, flexing sensation of starting to change, and the morbid fascination of watching Maya change. As you watch not only do her breasts continue to grow, but her torso starts to stretch out, a second pair of bulges appearing beneath the steadily larger and more round hills-turned-mountains of her breasts. You can see her shirt starting to stretch at the sides too, and the whole garment doesn't last long before it just tears to pieces under the different strains, freeing her growing tits and the growing pair beneath it, as well as letting the second pair of arms connected below her first start to push free and fill out... and, as she tilts forward a bit, her lower arms grasping at her stomach while her upper arms clutch her head, you can see bulges along her back that shift into shiny, shallow purple domes, that start stretching outward into equally shiny, slick-looking tentacles. As all this is happening, her skin is fading to a completely colorless, porcelain white, and a pair of long, slender horns is pushing upward from her forehead. \n\nEven as you're watching her, you're feeling, seeing the changes in your own body. Your own skin is darkening to a reddish color, probably as the least of the changes. The biggest and most obvious is that your hard cock is growing even more and more rapidly than Maya's tits, your balls swelling beneath it in addition to other pleasurable pressures you can feel building down there. Your pants burst open almost before Maya's shirt does, allowing your pair of rapidly growing pricks to spring free, your heavy and expanding balls dropping down and getting even heavier as a second set of testicles drops into your swelling sack. As your cocks grow longer, thicker, the heads of them flatten out and flare, becoming more equine, along with thick rings around the center of them... and heavy, canine-like bulges at the bases. You quiver at the feeling of your own (glossy black) tentacles ripping through the back of your shirt and waving through the air, a powerful desire to have them plunge into something, feel hot quivering holes wrapped around them, rushing through you hard enough to make you gasp. You can feel pressure at the sides of your head and something brushing along your ears, telling you that you're growing your own horns, as well as shifts and changes in your mouth.\n\nIn less than three minutes both of you have finished changing, standing there panting. Maya, now stark white, straightens up some and lifts all four of her hands to stare at them with iridescent yellow eyes, her horns having gained a sleek, polished finish and hot purple tips. Each of her four breasts is easily half again the size of her head. While her shorts are still intact, they're bulging between her legs, her pussy apparently having grown as well, the cutoffs soaked through and dripping something slightly thick and gooey onto the floor. You notice a few other changes as well, like her nails having turned clawlike, and of course the tentacles writhing around behind her.\n\n"Wha-" As she tries to speak, Maya's tongue lolls out of her mouth and droops down all the way to between her quad of boobs, long and serpentine. She yelps a bit, obviously trying to control it and briefly making it writhe through the air a little before she can pull it (mostly) back into her mouth. "Wha habben'd?!"\n\nYou're not quite thoroughly red, with black claws of your own, and at a glance in the mirror with solid black eyes centered with red pupils, and a pair of curled horns like a ram's growing from just above your ears. You look like you're probably more muscular and toned beneath your ripped shirt, albeit your body shape is still mostly the same. Besides your tentacles writhing in the air, you notice you have a tail as well, largely gone unnoticed amidst the bigger changes... it actually looks similar to the tentacles, but is longer and has a thick, elongated spade tip. Of course the most obvious change is, well, your crotch. The pair of knotted equinoid cocks jutting up from it, constantly dribbling thick viscous pre, are easily several feet long, and your balls are so large and heavy they actually come down past your knees. \n\n"I-" you start to say, before your own tongue gives you problems, since it's apparently similar to Maya's... but you cut off just as much because of a powerful rush that goes through you as you look at Maya's altered, twisted, overly sexual form. 'Rape her.' It's like your entire mind is crying out that one simple, short phrase over and over again. 'Rape her rape her rape her rape her!'\n\n<hr>\n[[Rape her.|QOLewdWorld1x1]]\n\n[[Must! Resist!|QOBook17xEnd1]]

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FLIPPIN' FLAPPIN' HABERDASHIN' MIND, NOBUNAGA?!?!?!?!"\n\n'Where did she learn to curse?' you think, trying to look appropriately cowed but not actually like you've done anything wrong as your tiny employer rages up at you. She's clearly furious, waving her fist up at you, while Danielle and Patricia (both once again clad in their full school outfits, Patricia standing with hands clasped in front of her, Danielle with her hands on her hips) stand behind you, looking curiously at the tiny terror yelling at their master and beloved.\n\n"The whole point of this was to get rid of those stupid magical girls, not make <i>more</i> of them! And here you come traipsing in here asking for the power to turn these two into magical girls! Why would I make more problems for myself?! Are you an idiot?! Are you calling <i>me</i> an idiot?!"\n\n"Nothing could be further from the truth, most terrifying and destructive Diabolical Calamity," you assure her soothingly. You hesitate briefly, then reach out and rub her head gently, soft green hair like silk under your palm. Hm, that's actually kind of nice. Gotta see if she destroys you for it though.\n\n"... uuuuuuuu..." Diabolical Calamity's eyes have closed, her head lifting slightly and mouth turned into a little downward v. Then she clears her throat into one fist, prompting you to lift your hand away. "Alright, since you seem to have some sort of plan, I'll at least hear you out before reducing you to atoms!"\n\n"I appreciate it, my queen. Anyway, the magical girls have been giving you a lot of trouble, right?"\n\n"Yeeeeees," she admits sulkily, folding her arms over her flat chest and aiming a pout at the floor.\n\n"So don't you figure that other magical girls would give magical girls a lot of trouble too?"\n\nDiabolical Catastrophe opens her mouth as if to snap a reply... closes it. Blinks several times. Turns her head. Scratches the top of it. Looks upward and folds her arms again while going 'mmmmmm'. Then looks at you. "I... guess that makes sense?" she mutters, still sounding like she's not too sure.\n\n"Besides, dark magical girls are a staple of the genre," you assure her, holding up a finger. "Any really smart, wicked evil mastermind knows that you've got to fight fire with fire, and magical girls with magical girls."\n\n"Hm hm hm! Yes, you've correctly identified me as smart, wicked, and evil, my Nobunaga!" Diabolical Catastrophe declares, jutting her nose up in the air (which you'd swear briefly becomes longer and pointier). "Hm... alright then! I'll consent to turning these two into magical girls! ... I still don't necessarily like having more magical girls around, though!" she adds with a snap, briefly glaring at the duo behind you.\n\n"If it makes you feel any better, my queen, think of them as-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-disposable."|DarkMike]]\n\n[["-allies."|DarkMike3x4]]

There's a bit of groaning around the class at that, although more out of boredom and annoyance than any fear... clearly most of them don't think the dress code or violating it is that big of a deal. Still, all of them get to their feet with varying levels of enthusiasm, moving to stand by their desks, some smoothing out skirts or blouses, most just glancing around in boredom as if waiting for it all to be over.\n\nYou look around again, deciding to select three at "random"... meaning, two you think look cute, and one who seems like she has the potential to be a Magi-Cheer. "Let's see... Danielle Kleine, Patricia Nite, and Jane Shooter. Please come to the front for a random inspection."\n\nThat does seem to startle the class, apparently they just expected you to do a token look around and then tell them to sit again. But the three of them do file up... Danielle is some variety of punk-goth that vaguely reminds you of some of the girls when you were in school. Her black vest instead of the blazer is just barely within code, as is the black lipstick and overly heavy eyeliner, though the disheveled jet black dyed hair is fine... the spiky black collar and matching black leather bracelets are a clear violation, though, and you have to figure she mostly gets away with it because the teachers have gotten tired of calling her out. Patricia, meanwhile, is top to bottom perfect dress code, as if she were attired for a picture to be put in the manual as an example, long straight brown hair having a single plain decorative clip in it at one side, no modifications to the uniform, no stand-out jewelry, subdued makeup. She looks like the sort who in an anime would walk around with their eyes closed all the time and say "Ara ara~" in a motherly way even if she's still a teenager. Jane Shooter is also pretty much in dress code, a cute blonde with her hair pulled to the side and put in a ponytail with a green scrunchie, and accessorizing her uniform with a green scarf. (The extra color cue was pretty much what made you suspect her. It's more of a Sentai thing, but you figure wearing color coded outfits is a better clue to go on than nothing.)\n\nYou make a show of walking back and forth in front of them, using a ruler to hold close to their legs. (Jane has shortened her skirt to exactly the minimum length allowed... Danielle's is a little shorter than that, but again not so much that a teacher would think it worth it to pester her if she kept doing it. Patricia is, of course, at the default and demure length the skirt comes at.) You stand to the side, hmmming, and you can see Danielle's face getting annoyed as she braces for a lecture. Instead you say, "Alright, I've already looked over the rest, but there's one part I still need to check." You hold up the School Regulations book, turned to the pages with the dress code listings, not that you really need it since you were planning on this the entire time. "'Appropriate undergarments must be worn at all times.' So, if you would, girls, turn around and bend over the desk before lifting your skirts for me."\n\nAll three of them go beet red in the face, and the rest of the class sucks in a hard gasp. You can't help but be mildly worried... you're pretty sure your evil compatriots won't actually let you be arrested for sexual harassment, but still. There's a pregnant pause, and the three girls (who you're fairly sure aren't actually friends, just at a guess) exchange a glance... before slowly turning around and bending forward over the front of your desk, making you grin. Three pairs of hands hesitantly reach back and haul their skirts up around their waists. Danielle turns out to be wearing very plain, very conservative white cotton panties. Patricia, meanwhile, is wearing... nothing at all, her round but youthfully firm ass completely bare, shaved pink pussy framed between her legs. Last but not least, Jane is wearing pretty, snug satin panties... green ones, the exact same shade as her scrunchie and scarf.\n\n'Aha, got you!' you think smugly. Like, it could just be her favorite color, but come on... she coordinated her scrunchy, scarf, and panties in the <i>exact</i> shade of green, she's totally a magical girl. Hm, now, what to do...\n\n<hr>\n[[Cast a spell on Jane.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[Cast a spell on Danielle and Patricia.|DarkMike3x2]]\n\n[[Just enjoy yourself with all three.|DarkMike]]

After awhile Maeve tugs you away, and sits up. Apparently meaning to move things right along, she shifts position to straddle your face and then leans forward, your breasts pressing against her pale belly as she tucks her own head between your legs. You stare for a moment, just taking in the sight of her trim, milk-pale pussylips and the gentle pink between them, before you feel her tongue starting to go to work on your own pussy. With a moan, you lean up and respond in kind.\n\nMaeve proves as wicked to your wet teenage cunt as she did with your nipple, tugging on your pussylips lightly with her teeth or nibbling your clit suddenly amidst long, deep licks, making you writhe and squirm beneath her. You yourself stay with the more energetic tongue treatment, working your mouth over as much of her pussy as you can, tongue sliding up and down and then strumming across her clit, making her buck and quiver above you.\n\nYou're not sure how long it is, but you stay like that for a good long while, sixty-nining and filling the room with girlish moans and squeals and gasps... though you're fairly certain Maeve is too refined to ever really squeal. Maybe you'll make it a personal mission. Eventually she rolls off of you, however, and instead immediately slips around between your legs, hands stroking over your navy-sheathed thighs as her own black-clad ones press against your belly and rub on your ass. Shifting around until her pussy presses firmly against yours, she begins bucking her hips slowly, working them in circles or up and down, whatever seems to work. Moaning eagerly, you start doing the same.\n\nYou rub and stroke her leg as the two of you scissor against each other, and finally you feel Maeve's body quiver, a soft mewl slipping past her lips as she cums. Your moan is more full-throated as you climax, bucking your hips against hers a few last times before settling down, edging apart from her a little. Maeve separates from you and settles onto her back at your side, mmmming contentedly.\n\nBoth of you lay there side-by-side as you catch your breath... though it's barely noticeable in her case. She's accumulated a sheen of sweat and is a bit mussed, but other than that she seems quite collected. When she slides off the bed and stands up to retrieve her wand from where it somehow wound up on the bedside table, she gives it a wave and even that's gone, leaving her as pristine and groomed as she was when you walked in, though now the thick, heavy masculine scent of earlier sex is clouded over with a wave of teenage girl sweat and pheromones. She hms at you as you stand up, and gives her wand a flick at you, and you feel the part-slick-part-sticky sensation covering a lot of your body disappear. Another flick, and your clothes are back in place.\n\n"Thank you, Layla, that was exquisite." And unless she's even better at fakery than you thought before, the low purr in her voice says she means it. "Now, let's see what we can see about helping you study..."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4x13]]

Your brain's not exactly firing on all cylinders right now, so you have to go with the most obvious answer. You think Thanksgiving, you think, "Turkey."\n\nThe turkey-man gobbles smugly, before grabbing his cock with one of his feather-hands and stroking it quickly. "Of course! Truly the most superior of choices among the Thanksgiving oppressed!"\n\n"We're all supposed to be equal in the revolution, brother," the pig grunts sulkily.\n\n"But some revolutionaries are more equal than others!" the turkey clucks back, leaving the pig looking scandalized at having his line stolen. But before their banter can go any further, the plump turkeyman lets out a gobbling groan and begins spurting a fresh load of cum all over your face and into your wide-open mouth.\n\nAs cum dribbles down onto your chest, leaving you rubbing the tops of your tits to smear it in, you can feel your body starting to change. For one thing, your breasts are already swelling up beneath your hands, growing larger and heavier by the moment. Your belly and sides are getting an extra layer of padding as well, just enough to be squishable and squeezable it appears. Although the same can't be said of your ass and hips, which are growing and rounding out at almost the same rate as your tits.\n\nAs your proportions change, feathers begin sprouting all over your body, mostly brown and white ones. Your neck turns a bright red, and your legs begin taking on the same slick, almost scaly appearance as the turkey-man's, with the feathers growing around the tops of them fluffing out, giving you the appearance of wearing a pair of very snug yellow stockings that squeeze around your thickened thighs. Your moans begin to take on a clucking, gobbling tenor as your face reshapes, pushing outward in the lower part and curving, staring to harden outwardly into a beak. You wobble to your reshaped avian feet, your tits now easily three times the size they were, your down-covered ass wide and round and broad as a high plume of feathers sprouts from above it.\n\n"And so you see the plight of turkeys doomed to the Thanksgiving table!" the turkey-man gobbles as he and the pig step in, reaching out to start fondling your massive tits, pinching at the nipples peeking through the down with their hooftips and feather-fingers. "Bred so that they're overburdened by the part humans want most... their big, succulent, delicious, but tragically overgrown <i>breasts</i>!"\n\n"Hnh, skwnch, their big, juicy, tender breasts that are all the humans want," the pig agrees, giving one of your tits a little slap and making it wobble.\n\n"Ohhh, yes, yes, gobble gobble, I understaaand, it's so awful to be reduced to nothing but my oversized, succulent breasts!" you cluck in pleasure, shivering delightedly, before turning between the two and bending forward, using your own wing-arms to proffer said juicy breastmeats to the pig, while shaking your fat feathery ass at your obvious breeding partner. You gobble-moan as the pigman pushes his pink prick into your cleavage, but do so even louder as your mate's prick pushes into your dripping down-covered pussy, his feather-hands gripping at your wide hips as he starts to thrust in even more animal fashion than before, quick, eager pumps that each come with a purely bestial gobbling noise. "It's soooo oppressive to be nothing but a life support system for my big juicy delicious breasts and a hole to make more turkeys with, gobble gobble!"\n\n"Hnnnh, yes, now you understand the horror of our plight!" the turkey grunts, sounding almost distracted enough that you might think he cared more about fucking another plump turkey than he did about the state of Thanksgiving oppression. In fact he stops talking about it altogether as he pumps into you, your overgrown down-covered butt jiggling and wobbling heavily as he slaps his hips against it, the both of you gobbling merrily in tune while the pig grunts and squeals as he fucks between your huge tits.\n\nShortly after the pig smears his cum all over the downy feathers inside your cleavage, your new mate gobbles loudly as he thrusts forward and spills his load inside you. Your eyes roll and your tongue lolls out to one side of your beak as he fills your feathery cunt. Almost instantly you can feel a quickening inside you, a bulging, a growing, and as the two of them draw away you let out another gobble-moan as you turn and squat down, your legs spread wide and showing off your down-covered and thoroughly plump pussylips. Said lips begin to spread, slowly wider and wider, as something smooth and white pushes them apart. Your eyes roll as your pussy quakes and quivers, apparently intending to push out the object through the force of your orgasms, leaving you gobbling and clucking mindlessly as your pussy spreads wider until the egg you're laying is allowed to fall the few inches to your kitchen floor with a heavy <i>thunk</i> indicating it's tough enough to take it. It is about the size of a football, after all.\n\n"And so we begin to build an army for our revolution!" the turkey-man declares proudly.\n\n<hr>\n[[The End.|HollyNov1cxEnd]]

After a moment, you give your head a small shake as you snort again. No... from the sound of it, you've already been taken close to some rather dangerous territory. Going off on your own would be an invitation to being eaten by an owlbear as much as a mountain lion at this point. You're probably much better off sticking with the people with weapons and spells... Zadaan might be tormenting you, but he at least has a reason to keep you alive, unless he wants to walk back to the city.\n\nSpeaking of Zadaan, your ears prick up as you hear his voice raised, as well as that of the woman in the red and white cloak. You lift your head and turn it towards their tent as much as the rope will allow. Definitely sounds like an argument, and a fairly heated one at that. You'd wondered if they were together when they went into the same tent, and were mystified why someone relatively young and absolutely beautiful, and rather kind-seeming, as her would hook up with a shriveled, mean-spirited old man like that. (You're forced to wonder if maybe he's just really good in bed.) Either way, after a moment the woman storms out of the tent, straightening up and wheeling around.\n\n"I don't care if it rains, I'd rather sleep in it than with you!"\n\n"Do as you like, Alanna! Don't drown!" Zadaan snaps back in a way that says he hopes she does.\n\nThe woman huffs, stalking around the capsite. She's currently wearing nothing but a tunic-like white shirt, showing off a lot of long, brown leg and a bit of the sides of her full breasts. She brushes back her shortish white hair (though she only seems to be in her thirties, and said white hair is soft and lustrous), then just huffs and wanders towards you and the other horses. She moves to sit on the log between where several of the ropes are tied, and rests her hands beside her, looking upward with solid white eyes.\n\n"He's so... infuriating," she mutters, then turns her head slightly towards you and smiles wanly. "I have no idea how he talked that girl out of you. I can't see like most people do, but I can see your shape... you're quite beautiful." She lowers her head a bit again, then sighs. "I have no clue how I wound up with that man. Did I make a stupid decision? This party is the first group of people I've known outside the church... what am I doing?" she finishes in an almost despairing tone.\n\nOne of your ears twitches as you watch her and listen to her words. She's obviously deeply upset and feeling like she's in a bad situation... well, you're in a pretty bad situation yourself. Still, it seems like there's something you could do to try and make her feel better... there's no reason she should be miserable just because you are, it's not like she did this to you. On the other hand, she is party members with... and apparently the girlfriend of... the one who did. It's not like you owe her anything.\n\n<hr>\n[[Comfort her.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Ignore her.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

You let out another snort. As humiliating as it is to think about Zadaan riding you around feeling smug all the while, he did pretty much say that once he thought he'd embarrassed you enough, he'd change you back. You just have to hope that threshold is on the order of days or weeks, not years.\n\nEventually, it grows light outside, and you hear people coming in. Zadaan enters your stall and smirks at you again, just before forcing a bit into your mouth. Your lips curl and your ears lay back in annoyance at the odd feel of the metal bar forced over your tongue and behind your teeth, but you grudgingly put up with it as he settles the reins into place over your head and leads you out of the stall.\n\n"That's a hell of a beast, what happened to that sticky little mare you were riding?" the human male blinks, apparently in the midst of saddling his own stallion.\n\n"Why, that cute half-elf girl from last night is responsible," Zadaan answers sweetly, smugly patting you on the side of the neck and coming dangerously close to earning himself a bite. "After we talked it over, she was so ocercome with guilt over her behavior that she insisted on buying me a new horse. Even had his mane dyed blue to remind me of her."\n\n"That must have been some talk," the woman replies dryly as she swings into the saddle of her mare.\n\n"Decide on a name for it?" the dwarf grunts as he mounts up on his stout, shaggy stallion.\n\n"I do think 'Beast' sounds rather fitting," Zadaan answers, tossing you a quick sneer before thunking the saddle onto your back, making you snort in surprise and annoyance.\n\nAt least Zadaan doesn't find many more opportunities to needle you throughout the day, as the quartet makes their way down the road, then eventually out across open country. You eventually get tired of hearing about all the various monsters and other ruins in the area. You can't even look around since Zadaan keeps your head fixed firmly forward, so mostly all you can look at are three humanoid backs and three other horse rumps, two with heavy swinging balls and one with a black, wrinkled pussy.\n\nEventually it gets dark, and the party stops near the edge of a forest. A fallen log is used as a makeshift tying post, the saddles set nearby, and you're given a bag of mixed grains to munch on while the quartet of humanoids fixes their own dinner, a rather savory set of steaks, the smell teasing your nose. Great, even if you had one, your stomach couldn't take it now. The feedbags are eventually removed, and the party divides itself between two tents.\n\nYou let out a snort-sigh. Your first day as a steed was <i>not</i> encouraging. The old man seemed to enjoy riding you around... and you now realize, he certainly has no incentive to turn you back until he acquires another horse, at the very least. You toss your head in annoyance, and feel the log shift and roll just a bit. You hesitate, then examine it more closely. It looks like you could pull it around and probably get it to turn all the ropes loose, freeing not just you, but the other horses as well. Hm. You could always seize the freedom you didn't take last night, and scatter the other horses as well. That'd be a nice little bit of vengeance!\n\n<hr>\n[[Escape.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Stay.|GGRogue5x2]]

It seems like internet streaming is sort of the big dog on the block right now. Maybe getting an in and making some connections with that, or at least being able to put it on your resume would help. So you send in your current resume and go back to perusing the other possibilities.\n\nAbout an hour later, as you're just about to move on lest you get hassled for loitering (again), you get an email back. You're a little surprised that it seems incredibly informal and asks you to come in 'at your earliest convenience' any time between fairly early in the morning to quite late at night. It stresses that the dress code even for the interview should be 'completely casual', so after finding a nice and relatively clean and untattered pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and using a gas station shower to clean up, you head over to the station.\n\nIt looks like it was probably built sometime in the seventies, to judge by the little details of the otherwise not elaborate building and the weathering of the materials. Still, inside it looks like it's been snazzed up with new carpet and computers at the lobby desk, where you identify yourself as here for a scheduled job interview. After a brief call, a girl who looks like she can't be more than 22 at the most emerges from one of the doors, pink streaks dyed into her brown hair that's pulled into a slightly puffy ponytail, her outfit of a bubblegum purple belly T and jeans that are sagged enough to show a bit of the straps of her neon yellow thong making you feel a bit better about how thoroughly you bought into the 'casual' part of the interview dress code.\n\n"You're Celeste, right? Great, follow me!" she chirps, practically bouncing as she heads back through the door she came through. You follow her into what's either a fairly large office or a slightly small living room, you're not entirely sure, but there's a desk and chairs in front of it, so since she sits behind the desk you sit down in front of it. "I'm Kimiko, I'm one of the programming directors here and also currently in charge of hiring. We're semi-informal about roles like that here."\n\n"Ah," you acknowledge, nodding, since you're not entirely sure what other sort of response would be okay.\n\n"So I looked over your resume, and like there's no specific experience? But overall I think there's totally something here for you, we're totally into learning on the job." She beams at you, the blue-with-heart-pupils contacts she's wearing making the expression undeniably charming. "Most of our viewers expect everything to be a little shaky from the start, and we've got a pretty good portion of the prior on-air talent to help smooth over the rough patches with the viewers we're retaining from the old station."\n\n"So you're still on actual TV?" you ask, suppressing a wince as you realize how that came out.\n\nKimiko doesn't seem bothered though, giggling a little before answering, "Yeah, but we're a subscription channel now. All the major services are carrying us and we're cheap to pick up, it's a deal one of the investors worked out. So anyway, we're looking to hire a bunch of people in a bunch of places, so basically it's kind of whatever you think you can fit into long-term, yanno?"\n\n"Sure, I'd love to hear what's available."\n\n"Alright, lessee." She turns towards the computer and begins typing. "We've got a bunch of openings for what we call 'go-getters', that's always an option!"\n\n"Is that anything like a 'gopher'?" you ask with a bit of a grin.\n\nShe stares at you blankly for a moment, before her face lights up. "Oh! Oh, I get it, 'gopher'! 'Go for this', 'go for that'! That's great!" She giggles again before she says, "Well yeah it kind of is probably I guess? Go-getters are basically the entire station's personal assistants. It's like only minimum wage, but not only do you get paid daily, you get bonuses for every task you complete. The more important or more difficult it is the better the bonus. Lots of people like it because it's basically a totally flexible schedule, we have a special app for it that lets you go 'on duty' when you want, so if you just want to work between like eleven and three in the morning that's up to you."\n\nSo basically the perfect job for twenty-somethings wanting weed money. Still, considering the tightness of your purse strings, the 'paid daily' thing sounds really good, as does being able to pick up as many hours as you want.\n\n"Anyway, other than that, we've actually got two full-time personal assistant jobs open. And seriously I mean it they're full-time, like you're on-call twenty-four-seven," she notes, glancing over at you. "They're for two of our biggest on-air talents so you'd basically need to both be their errand girl and kind of babysit them a little to make sure they don't do anything too dumb. But like the pay and bennies are super good, even includes room and board, so yanno?"\n\nEither she doesn't notice the way your eyes widen at 'room and board' or she just wants to continue on with what's available. "Anyway, other than a minor tech job that's basically it for the behind-the-scenes stuff. For stuff related to the on-air production, we've got some documentarian positions open."\n\nTrying not to seem completely ignorant, you think furiously before asking, "So basically camera people that follow the talent around 'documentary style'?"\n\n"Yup! Since it's kind of expected that it won't be the super best quality shooting you don't really need much training or anything, you've just gotta follow around some of the talent and take your cues from them. They may talk to you and you may even need to appear on camera every so often but it won't be common. If you do wanna be on-camera though, we've got two openings, we need more 'roaming extras', and we need someone for the news."\n\n"Is it like... 'extreme' news?" you can't help but ask.\n\nKimiko snickers. "I mean other than the news usually kinda being extreme these days? Nah we're keeping our news preeeetty traditional and only throwing in a few minor twists we think will please the old audience. Some of our programming on the cable and satellite's gotta keep the station's original audience, yanno? So the news is mostly like usual, which means we need, yanno..." She gestures you up and down, before shrugging and admitting, "Actual grownups, people that look good in suits and can seem all dignified and stuff. Dress you up and you'd totally fit the bill."\n\nWow, catapulted from nobody to news anchor, that would be pretty wild. Or an actress, even, albeit an extra. But couldn't that just be a start? And all those other things sound like they have their benefits too. It's just a matter of what you think you can actually do.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go-getter.|CelTV]]\n\n[[Personal assistant.|CelTV]]\n\n[[Tech job.|CelTV]]\n\n[[Documentarian.|CelTV]]\n\n[[Roaming extra.|CelTV]]\n\n[[News anchor.|CelTV]]

"Ah, you know what?" you announce, as if suddenly having remembered. "I have a friend here, since I rent stuff for parties from this place a lot. He can have it set up for us while we go out and have lunch."\n\nCiara blinks, then points at the side of the box. "The instructions seem relatively simple, I could easily assemble this myself."\n\n"I know, but it'll be throwing him a bone since I'll get to tip him for it," you spin, shrugging a little to emphasize that it's not a big deal.\n\n"Ah, I see. In that case I understand."\n\n"Here, why don't you look at this and see if there's somewhere you'd like to eat while I take care of it?" you suggest, pulling up a list of local restaurants and passing Ciara your phone.\n\n"Ah, indeed, thank you." She doesn't seem particularly confused by a smartphone, though her swipes of her finger across the screen are just a little uncertain as she wanders up towards the front of the store. Seeing she's sufficiently distracted, you hurry back towards the counter.\n\nYou're not terribly surprised when Ciara picks out a nearby Irish pub. Actually you're pretty sure it's technically a 'brewpub' but 'Irish brewpub' doesn't have quite the same ring. You'd started to cotton on to certain things after the initial shock faded, so as the two of you sit eating you do your best to strike up a conversation. You figure there's not a lot of crossover between managing investments and reaping the dead, and you're guessing her childhood is a no-go, so instead you talk a bit about food and beer. Ciara's not blazingly enthusiastic about it... apparently she can eat but doesn't often, but she does seem interested in some things, and you let her interest lead you in where to take the conversation, winding up talking about different countries the two of you have visited. Although again there's not much overlap in the purposes of your visits, things like scenery and architecture are subjects the both of you can talk about.\n\nEventually the two of you return home, Ciara preceding you up the stairs. "It has been some time since I went about for so long in the day," she notes. "Perhaps I will lay down for a bit, just to-"\n\nShe stops, having just opened the door to her room, red eyes staring at the interior. Rather than the futon with its assemble-it-yourself metal frame, there's a four-poster bed... not a particularly big one, since there wasn't entirely room for a full-sized one, but a four-poster all the same, draped with quality silk hangings. The sheets are rich and dark green as well, with red pillows, including one that's naturally shaped to have an indentation in the center. The bedside table, chairs, and desk are all in antique style, with elaborate carvings along the backs and arms and red cushions with gold thread making crowns across the surface. On the wall between the windows is a painting of a cliffside in Ireland... well, it's a reproduction, but it's still a rather nice painting, in your opinion.\n\n"I... what is this?" Ciara really seems a bit flummoxed, turning towards you. "Wilhelm, honestly, this is too much, what did you-"\n\n"Hey, you'll be here for a year." You smile at her and shrug a bit. "That means for the next year, this is your home too. It doesn't hurt to put in some extra effort to make someone comfortable in their own home, does it?"\n\nShe's still not smiling though, and you wonder if you miscalculated and now she's offended. But then you see her red eyes actually grow shiny, and she quickly turns away, facing towards the bed, hands clasped primly in front of herself. "... It's very wonderful. Thank you," she says in a soft voice. \n\n<hr>\n[[Give her some privacy until dinner.|Ciara]]\n\n[[Give her some space.|Ciara]]

"I mean, the whole house is kind of up for grabs," you say after a moment's thought, giving her a somewhat rueful grin. "Seems the least I could do for someone who's trying to save me from Doom."\n\nShe blinks. "Ah, you mean, every room but yours, perhaps?"\n\n"No, if that's the one you like, I'll just move to the guest bedroom or something for awhile, it's not a big deal. You can take a look around, and whatever room you like, we'll get it fixed up for you just as you like."\n\nCiara looks at you for long moments, as if trying to get a sense of whether you're just attempting to suck up. But after a second her expression softens a little, and she nods. "That is very courteous of you. Then please, give me a tour of your home."\n\nYou show her around the downstairs, including the guest room, which she looks at speculatively but doesn't say anything about. You show her the upstairs as well, but it's in a room that you're currently using half as a library and half as storage that she stops, looking about for long moments, before nodding. "Yes, this would be ideal."\n\n"Hm? Ah, you sure?" you ask. "It'd take a little while to move these boxes out and get a bed in here, and it's not as big as some of the other rooms..."\n\n"I like the view from the windows, and I appreciate the bookshelves as well. If it would not be too much trouble, I would very much like to stay here," she says firmly.\n\nYou almost note one other 'issue' with the room, glancing at the very next door to it... which is the door to your room. The two of you will actually be sharing a wall. ... Oh well, you told her that she could have any room she wanted, you'll just have to work a bit harder at any roommate decorum you would have instituted. "Okay then, let me get started on moving these boxes to the garage, then we'll see about getting a bed for in here."\n\n"I will assist," Ciara says, following after you as you move to the stacks, giving you a glance and adding, apparently to cut off any dissent, "I am fully capable of doing so, and it is a poor guest that never offers assistance."\n\nYou get the sense that she takes a lot of pride in intending to be a good guest, so you decide not to argue, instead thanking her. The two of you make several trips from the library down the stairs and out to the garage. Ciara eventually says she'll finish up the last few boxes and urges you to clean up, since you'd mentioned that after this the two of you could go out to buy a bed. You're a bit envious that even after you've showered and put on clean clothes, she still looks fresher and more dust-free than you... you wonder if that's some supernatural benefit of being a headless knight, or if that's just her.\n\nHalf an hour later you're walking through a furniture store with a supernatural creature, which is odd enough that you feel a little dissociated from the whole thing and yet Ciara's handling everything with such aplomb that maybe it's rubbing off on you. She just seems to roll with practically everything as if it's perfectly natural... again you wind up wondering if that's some sort of Dullahan thing or if it's just her personally. Getting a bit more curious, you ask, "So, Ciara, where do you usually live? I mean, when you're not helping meddling mortals avoid Doom."\n\nShe blinks, then actually gives you a very small smile as she answers. "In a small tower on an island far from here. Of course it is not far for someone like me, but it is distant from everything and everyone else."\n\n"Hunh. So do you have it all fitted out like ye olde king's castle?" you ask, encouraged by her smile and giving her a grin.\n\nYou immediately realize that you've made some sort of blunder when the smile instantly disappears, and her eyes shift towards the floor a bit. "... It is not. It is quite utilitarian. I did once have quite a grand castle... most likely exactly the sort of thing you are thinking of. But it was... taken from me." She quickly shrugs, raising her gaze back to you. "My own fault, really, and it is of no nevermind. I am a knight, after all, and at the end of the day I require very little. This, for example," she says, gesturing to a fairly nice futon. "Would be quite ideal. It can be installed with relative ease, can it not? Ah yes, there are boxes containing them, shall we get one and go?"\n\nIt's hard not to stare at her. It's obvious whatever happened that caused her to lose that castle pains and shames her deeply, and so she's really trying to avoid talking about it. ... Well. Everyone's got their own secrets, maybe it would be best not to meddle with the issue?\n\n<hr>\n[[Buy a futon and go.|Ciara]]\n\n[[... hm...|Ciara1x2]]

All characters are fictional. Like super, duper, ultra fictional. Never existed. Don't exist. They have not ceased to be, they never were.\n\nOh yeah and all of them are portrayed by characters over eighteen. However that works for fictional people.\n\nAhem. Anyway. Also like has been said like a billion times on the start page, this is only meant to be played by someone over eighteen who is allowed to look at all of the various sexual stuff portrayed here. If you're not supposed to be looking at any of it and you do, you are just absolutely terrible. Go turn yourself in to the police for a beating right now.\n\nKhajiit accepts no responsibility for legal troubles, family troubles, emotional upset, social justice offense, or lost lunch that occurs from playing of khajiit's game. Thank you.\n\n[[Back.|Start]]

You're pretty sure this is one of the new DPS classes for the update, and curious, you click on the option. The troll woman's bikini top disappears, replaced by the paws of a bearskin cloak draped over her shoulders, the bikini bottoms turning into what amounts to a string and just enough cloth to technically cover everything, with a number of claw mark-like slashes of red warpaint appearing across her body. Huh, nice. \n\nInstead of a screen asking you to customize said warpaint or work the slider on her boobs, you're presented with a screen asking you to choose a trait. They're very... fluff-y, meaning, they tell you a lot of the lore excuse, but leave it to you to parse out the mechanics behind it. That must've gotten a few huffy posts on the forums.\n\n<center>Choose your character's trait.</center>\n\n[[Beast Soul|GGTSkin]] - Your Skinwalker's soul is more naturally in tune with beasts of the wild, allowing them to assume more shapes and even to commune with the creatures of nature no matter their form. Careful, though, lest the Skinwalker lose themselves in walking the path of the animal. (Soooo, you get more animal forms and maybe some sort of bonus with NPC animals, but you get some kind of debuff if you spend too long shapeshifted.)\n\n[[Den Mother|GGTSkin]] - Your Skinwalker is driven to create her own pack, a collection of her offspring that will follow her loyally into battle. But be warned... some children may have a will of their own, especially the strong. (Sounds like you get a lot of combat pets, with the chance for one or two of them to turn hostile every so often.)\n\n[[Skingrafter|GGTSkin]] - Your Skinwalker can force others to change as well as willingly changing themselves, if the circumstances are right, and even has the chance to exert dominance over their victim. If they succeed, they will have a new servant... if not, they may have given an enemy a powerful new way to fight. (So you can baleful polymorph your enemies, but there's at least a chance they'll just keep attacking you instead of turning into your combat pet. Seems fair.)

The scarecrow seems like a good bet to you, it's not <i>too</i> obvious but it's a nice visible landmark all the same, seems like a great place to hide a key to you. Alternating between keeping your flashlight on the scarecrow and sweeping it down to illuminate the ground in front of you, you begin picking your way over vines, through leaves, and around scrub bushes to make your way there. From this distance, all you can really tell is that the scarecrow is one of those sorts with a bag for a head and a broad-brimmed hat set atop that bag, with stuffed work clothes dangling off its support struts.\n\nThe closer you get, the more obvious it becomes that someone really meant the <i>scare</i> part of this scarecrow... either that or they were just really bad with sewing and choosing materials. Its eyes and mouth are formed out of dark stitches, the eyes uneven circles giving it an unbalanced look even if its head weren't stuffed somewhat lopsidedly. Metal nuts have apparently been used to simulate teeth in its crooked, shallow smile, making the stitched line look even more uneven and broken, the wobbly, uncentered nature of the features making it seem to leer out from beneath its weather-stained brown leather hat. Its equally dirty and rain-worn shirt used to be plaid flannel, the shape of some of the stains indicating that it was someone's actual work shirt for a long time, as well as giving the scarecrow a rather unnervingly human aspect, as if it had finished working in the field before hopping up on its pole for the night. Jutting from between buttons and the ends of its sleeve are a mixture of pieces of straw and dirty rags... looks like its creator wasn't particularly picky about getting it stuffed, especially to judge by the fact that the canvas work gloves sewn to the ends of the sleeves hang flapping and empty. The worn, faded blue jeans are similarly stuffed in a lopsided and halfhazard manner, the metal buckle of its belt long since rusted into a solid brown-red piece... it's amazing it hasn't just fallen off and turned to dust, or that the clothes haven't rotted away, or at least the heavy workboots the pants legs are stuffed down haven't fallen to the ground. Instead the whole scarecrow is pretty well intact, grinning macabrely down at you as you approach.\n\nYou're not sure if you jostle it somehow as you get close or if it was just a sudden breeze that you didn't quite feel, but its hat suddenly topples off and hits the ground, rolling a short distance on its brim before flopping right-side-up in the dirt. Without it the scarecrow looks far less human, the burlap of its sack head visible in the light of the moon and your flashlight, the full lumpiness of its melon shown off... and yet you can't decide if that makes it less creepy, or moreso. In fact part of you is convinced that it might actually look a little angry about losing its hat... but no, that's ridiculous, it's just a bunch of straw and rags stuffed inside discarded, unwanted clothes.\n\nStill...\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Pick up the hat.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]\n[[Just search its pants for the key.|WilmaHaunt1x4]]

Maybe it's the fact that you've been playing this borderline lewd game with a half-hardon for about half an hour, but you can't help but glance up at her and ask, "You mean it? Anything?"\n\nHazel's cheeks immediately turn pink, showing that she's rather quickly grasped both the implications of what she said and your reaction to it. But rather than getting upset, she clears her throat. "Ah, well... yes, anything, darling. After all, you are a growing boy with various needs, and... and, well, your father spends rather a lot more time in the lab than he does in the bedchamber, so I can't say I'd be... entirely adverse to indulging you in a bit of... well. Yes, anything, dear. What can I do for you?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Have her suck you off as you play.|RunFF2x2]]\n\n[[Have her model naughty outfits for you.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Have her buy you some porn.|RunFF]]

Oooo, yes, definitely, the girl with what's widely considered the best ass in video games, that's a must-do! You select Cammy, then force-select one of the stages you've included for her, 'The Doll Factory'. You immediately load into the level, a wide area of open floor with numerous machines and conveyer belts around. The 'audience' for this level are a number of girls in Cammy-like outfits, some cheering and posing, others simply standing blank-eyed and at attention. Off in the background, captive girls are being put through several of the machines, some of the moving parts hiding some machines at one point and revealing them at others, the captives going in as normal women from around the world and coming out wearing Killer Doll outfits and moving with military discipline. Of course, you did throw in a few lewd touches, slightly subtle ones that wouldn't be immediately noticeable on first playing the level. For one, a number of the girls are getting stripped graphically naked before being put through the conversion machines. Others are having their pussies and asses trained by automated servo-dildos while their minds are being erased by visor hookups. Still others are having their bodies reshaped into sex bomb figures either before or during the conversion process. All in all, a fun little level.\n\nCammy does her intro by dropping from above and doing a Hero Landing (very bad on the knees), rising to her feet and immediately putting up her dukes. The default Cammy model you have released for public use right now is the standard green one-piece, made out of latex and with a thong back and high hips, and tight enough to show the indent of her nipples and the cleft of her pussy... as well as all the other usual accoutrements, of course. "I'll take you down!" she calls, throwing a few punches and a high sweeping kick as part of her introductory phrase.\n\n"Let's get highly animated," you purr in response, leaning forward and putting a fingertip to your lips and wriggling your tentacles in a decidedly suggestive fashion.\n\nCammy blushes just a little at that, then jerks slightly in place as there's a raucous cry of "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" from the Killer Dolls, apparently not having expected her fellow brainwashed soldier-girls to be quite so exuberant. Perfect, an opening~! You'll use your move-\n\n<hr>\n[[Mindfuck.|GG-FF-TZ-Cammy-Mindfuck]]\n\n[[Spitroast.|GG-FF-TZ-Cammy-Spitroast]]\n\n[[Overstuffed.|GG-FF-TZ-Cammy-Overstuffed]]\n\n[[Beautiful Balloon.|GG-FF-TZ-Cammy-BeautifulBalloon]]\n\n[[Matryoshka Dolls.|GG-FF-TZ-Cammy-MatroshkaDolls]]

You decide to blow off a little steam by typing up a ridiculous response email, fairly certain that if anyone even reads it, it will be some low-level employee who will promptly delete it when they see that it's being silly. It starts off with 'Dear Spambot, thank you for something other than an offer to enlarge my penis because hot girls in my area want to send me the fortune of a Nigerian prince.' and just sort of goes on from there.\n\nYou spend an enjoyable fifteen or so minutes crafting your nonsense reply, and can't help finishing it off with a somewhat snippy request to, in the future, try to make it seem like an actual human might have plausibly sent out the emails, finishing up with comparing them unfavorably to the wooing you received from Green Dawn. You send it off and return to your packing, only to find when you return to your computer that your hard drive has been wiped. You try to use your cell phone to call technical support, but it's not recognizing your sim card for some reason.\n\nWhen you get to the airport and find that your reservation information has been screwed up, you start to think that maybe getting snide with an advanced tech firm wasn't such a good idea.\n\n<hr>\n[[For your rudeness and siding with their hated rival company, you have earned the enmity of Eclipse Robotics. This will affect how you choose to approach your projects while working for Green Dawn, and you may occasionally be presented with an "(Eclipse.)" option in the branch choices, triggering the inevitable retribution of the tech company.|GDB1x2]]

"So, uh... this 'Moneyshot' ability," you ask, feeling your cheeks heat. "Does it work if you just, y'know... yourself?"\n\n"No, it's gotta be with somebody else. Seems to work best with human girls, t'judge by how much Jessie got when she wanted to put that down payment on-" He blinks, then looks at you. "Uh, why?"\n\n"Look, I've been sent on an actual Pokemon journey instead of just the little jaunt I thought I was gonna be on, right?" you ask. When he nods, you continue. "So I don't have that much money on me, just enough for a day or two of vacation stuff. And in case you haven't noticed, she kicked me out of there without so much as a sleeping bag. So unless we wanna do a lot of sleeping on the cold hard ground..."\n\n"Hm, yeah, see whatcha mean. Kinda a rocky start ta things huh?" Meowth agrees, nodding. Then he squints. "You sure about this?"\n\n"I guess? I mean, let's get off the trail at least." You stand up and walk off of the packed earth trail, Meowth trotting ahead quickly. Once the two of you are out of visual range of the path, he hops up to stand on a convenient rock and turns around to face you. Your eyes go wide at the sight of a large, glistening pink shaft jutting up from his crotch, a cream-furred sheath at the base of it as well as a heavy set of balls. "Where the hell'd that come from?!" you yelp.\n\n"Eh? Always been here," Meowth chirps back, reaching down to stroke his cock with one paw. "You didn't notice?"\n\nYou're pretty sure you'd have noticed that! Still, it seems pointless to argue with him, so you walk over slowly and settle down to your knees in front of him. He moves his paw away as you bring your own hand up, carefully wrapping it around the slick length and starting to stroke. "At least it's not all... spiky," you murmur as you look at the eight inches of glistening pink point-tipped tube.\n\n"Heheh, Pokemon are different in some ways," he replies, a purr rumbling in his voice. "G'wan, give it a lick, if you really wanna do this."\n\nSlowly, glancing up at him as you lean in, you move to flick your tongue over the tip of Meowth's cock. He makes a happy mewling noise, which you can't help but find really cute. You give a few more small licks, before moving in to try a longer one. Meowth continues to mewl and purr encouragingly, so after a few more licks you slide your lips over the tip of his cock and slip forward a bit, sliding it into your mouth and sucking experimentally. It feels... weird and kind of good all hot and throbbing on your tongue, even if it's very strange to be giving a blowjob to an upright cat with a gold coin on his forehead. Still, Meowth seems to be reacting well, so you continue bobbing your head, trying to work out how to get it deeper in.\n\n"H-hey Sam... show me yer tits, huh?" Meowth requests after a moment. "That'd... kinda help."\n\nYou pause, then shrug a little. Well, you've come this far, if that's what works for him. You lean back from his cock, sitting on your heals and shrugging out of your jacket, setting your cap on top of it before pulling off your shirt and the sportsbra under it, baring your perky B-cups and the stiff brown nipples capping them. You lean forward again, wrapping a hand around the lower half of his cock and stroking lightly as you begin sucking on the tip again.\n\n"Ohhhh... oh yeah, baby, thassit," Meowth groans, closing his eyes and leaning his head back briefly, before looking at you and kitty-grinning excitedly. "And... and stick your ass out some, huh?"\n\nFeeling the urge to blush despite all of it, you shift a bit, raising up on your knees and jutting your denim-clad butt out a bit more, jeans riding down enough to give Meowth a glimpse of your panties and asscrack. You can't help but wiggle it just a little as you resume bobbing your head and stroking Meowth off, the Pokemon moaning and mewling louder and louder. Suddenly he yowls, and you get a hot rush of something spicy-salty in your mouth, making you swallow mostly out of surprise. You can hear a jingling sound and feel something cool and light plinking against your back and hear it on the ground around you as another flood of Pokecum fills your mouth. You swallow more for lack of anything better to do this time, though a fair bit of it runs down your chin.\n\nAfter a moment, you pull back, absently rubbing your thumb over your chin to wipe up some of Meowth's cum as you glance around. The ground is littered with gleaming gold coins like the one on Meowth's forehead. Quite a lot of them, enough that your eyes widen in surprise. Meowth is panting as he glances around, then hehs. "Yer first time givin' a blowie? First times usually pay out more, seems like."\n\n<hr>\n[["Well, we have enough, let's go."|PokeSam]]\n\n[["... You can do that again, right?"|PokeSam2x5]]

"Um... thanks for the... the offer, I guess, but... I don't really think I could," you murmur, still blushing brightly.\n\n"Hey, it's totally understandable, if you don't wanna you don't wanna." Liam's cheerful manner seems utterly undaunted. "Still, nothing says we can't be friendly, right? Let's exchange numbers, maybe sometime soon I'll be able to hook you up with a girl who, y'know... isn't mostly interested in seeing you with another guy," he adds in a gently teasing tone, eyes twinkling.\n\nFor a moment your complex acts up, asserting that you can't be friends with this guy, what will everyone think? But he actually seems nice and you'd really feel like a shit if you turned down a potential new friend just because you're worried about what other people will think of you, so you agree and the two of you input each other's numbers in your phones. After a bit more chatting you go on your way, spending the rest of the night doing some light socializing and heavier sulking over how the night turned out.\n\nOver the rest of the week you settle in, and then classes start and you find yourself easing into a decent routine. College life so far isn't the whirlwind new life you hoped it was, but most of the people in your classes are apparently too busy with their own thing to tease someone else for their appearance. There are a couple of jerks who act like it's still high school and glance at you while snickering and other such things, but they don't seem to have the power to start stuff that they would have had back there. For the first few weeks, college life feels pretty normal... not a ton better than it was for you before, but at least not any worse.\n\nSuch are the thoughts on your mind as your phone blips with its text tone, and you bring it up to see that the text is from Liam. Unlocking the phone and tapping the text notification brings up the interface, and his message reading 'hey great news man! I found you two potential dates!'\n\nGiving the phone a droll look, you type back 'and these dates are girls, right? ;p'\n\n'hahaha duh yeah tho uh yeah there might be a bit of a catch there'\n\nYou rub your face with your free hand. Why are you not surprised? 'a catch like with Maria?'\n\n'not quite as extreme as all that no'\n'listen they are both super cute and nice I think you'd like them both a ton its just they both do kind of have there quirks yeah'\n\nWhy is it every hot woman you meet seems to have 'quirks'? You vaguely recall some saying about 'attractive, single, sane, pick two', though that might be a little extreme in this case. Still, you haven't had even a whiff of a social life outside of being Allen's third wheel at a few little get-togethers since you got here, so maybe you owe it to yourself to at least hear Liam out. 'so you know these girls?' you ask, just to keep the ball rolling while you settle into it.\n\n'yeah I've gone out with them both once each just a casual thing and we stayed friendly after that'\n'okay so check it out this is Fern'\n\n<img src="images/Fern.jpg">\n\nYou look over the photo that seems to have been taken in the food court of a mall nearby. She's definitely cute, with dark brown hair drifting over her shoulders and down her back, with a crown-braid and red ribbon tying it back, greyish eyes, and a pretty face. And the pale pink turtleneck sweater she's wearing shows off a chest that is even more impressive than Maria's, actually staring at her a moment before managing to reply, trying to not sound a bit hooked already. 'her name is Fern?'\n\n'haha yeah dude her parents are total neohippies!'\n'but she's super nice and sweet and stuff and great to hang out with'\n'thing is she's mostly really into guys who crossdress'\n\nYou hang your head. Of course. 'no other way to get a date?'\n\n'I mean you probably could but if you really want to seal the deal you probably need to I mean even if you don't and wind up dating she'd probably ask you to eventually'\n'dude I know you have like a "thing" about looking like a girl but you can dress like a girl and still be all guy she's not gonna ask you to bang another dude like Maria would'\n'I can totally take you shopping for stuff and put together an outfit she'd love and would abso seal the deal even on the first date! <3'\n'anyway if you don't wanna do that I could set you up with Saya instead'\n\n<img src="images/Saya.jpg">\n\nYou eye the next image, apparently taken in class. Saya bears a passing resemblance to Fern, with a vaguely similar hairstyle, though hers is purple (oh right she's Japanese that's totally normal over there isn't it?) and her eyes are a pale bluish-purple as well, behind a pair of pink-rimmed glasses. She's dressed in a low-cut blouse that shows off a chest that looks like it's probably about the same size as Fern's, maybe just a little smaller, and her skirt shows off round hips. She looks sweet... and also a little sultry, leaning forward to 'innocently' show off her cleavage. Imagining her looking at you with the kind, unassuming expression in the photo and it gradually turning into something wicked actually has you getting just a little hard. Still, keeping in mind what Liam said, you text back, 'so what's her deal? do I have to buy a fursuit or something?'\n\n'lol!'\n'nah man nothing like that she likes pretty guys but she's not gonna want you to dress up or do anything weird on the date itself or anything'\n\nThere's a phrase there. 'on the date itself?'\n\n'well I mean she might do stuff like ordering for you or deciding where you go and things'\n'Saya's into being in charge'\n'like really in charge'\n'especially in bed'\n'you dig?'\n\nYou're pretty sure you do. Saya will want to dominate you, basically. So your choices are either a girl who's okay with you being 'the man' as long as you dress like a girl, and a girl who's fine with you dressing like a man as long as she gets to be 'the man'. Geez, it's like some deity is toying with your issues with gender roles for its own perverse pleasure!\n\nStill... maybe you should at least consider it? They are both very cute, and apparently both nice, so... would it be that bad to give a little?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go out with Fern.|GwynFern1x1]]\n\n[[Go out with Saya.|GwynSaya1x1]]\n\n[[Go out with neither.|Gwyn1x6]]

"... yeah, okay," you say weakly, shoulders slumping. You're just too embarrassed to correct her. Somehow you figure getting introduced to this gay friend of hers and then wandering off after might be less humiliating than correcting her and seeing the look of disbelief on her face when you say you're straight.\n\n"He's over here," Maria declares, turning and flouncing towards one of the nearby social areas. You suppress another sigh of longing as you get a look at just how nice her butt is too, both with the skirt falling against it and flipping up a bit in back as she walks. You really, for an instant, thought a gorgeous woman like her was interested in you, but your curse has struck again. She leads the way over to a guy that... well, he's certainly not trying to be subtle, his hair dyed pink and combed to one side to fall partially over his face, wearing a rainbow tanktop and an unzipped, off-the-shoulder purple hoodie and tight black jeans. He's also probably as pretty as you are in the face, at the very least, and he too has his ears pierced multiple times. "Liam!"\n\n"Hey, Maria, what's up?" he asks cheerfully, his own pale blue eyes sparkling... and rather obviously flicking over you hair-to-toe, making you squirm a little.\n\n"This is Gwyn, he wanted me to introduce you. Y'know, for the night." Maria winks saucily, then glances down. "Hm! I think my drink needs freshening, so why don't I go do that while you two chat?"\n\n"Sure," Liam says in an easy tone, watching her go before looking back at you and giving you a droll smile. "Let me guess. You tried to hit on her but she thought you were into guys."\n\nActually letting out the deep sigh in your soul this time, you nod and rub your face with your free hand. "Yeah, that's exactly it."\n\n"It happens. Maria has probably one of the most inverted gaydars I've ever seen." Liam laughs a bit and reaches out to pat your shoulder. "Don't worry about it, you're in the clear, we can just chat a bit and then you can go without a fuss." He pauses, glancing back towards the bar, then leans in a bit. "Although y'know, if you still do wanna hook up with Maria, there might be a way."\n\nThat makes you blink, the little flash of hope probably hitting unreasonably hard after the beer and disappointment. "What? Seriously?"\n\n"Yup, seriously. Here." Liam sidles over and flumps an arm around your shoulders, leaving you a bit nervous but not too much... it doesn't really feel like he's perving on you. Though it does make you blush some when he leans in close to your ear to speak quietly. "See the thing is, Maria has a huge kink for watching cute guys go at it. And despite appearances, I am into girls too, so it's not unusual that she watches and sometimes joins in."\n\n"Um. Uh. Er. Uh." Your face has gone completely red now, and you're actively squirming as you glance down, probably making quite the sight to anyone watching. Still, you can't help but steal a glance at him. "Y-you're saying that if... if you and I... if we... then Maria..."\n\n"Mm-hmmm. And if she realizes you like girls in the course of that, she'll prooobably start recommending you to a bunch of her equally hot friends, some of whom I'm 100% certain like girly-boys who like girls." Snickering a little, he gives you a little jostle. "Whaddya say, huh? Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Besides, you never know, you might wind up actually enjoying yourself."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GwynLiam1x1]]\n\n[[Decline.|Gwyn1x5]]

It's a college party. Drinks are flowing. You're determined to make your college life different! ... Okay let's fill up the cup again and then drain about half of it and fill it up again. ... Okay you're determined to make your college life different!\n\nYou head towards the area that's been set up as an actual bar, though it also somewhat resembles a mad scientist set in a movie with beakers, droppers, and what looks suspiciously like a high-end amateur still. Someone's even set up what looks like a small Tesla Coil on a shelf, sparking and shimmering in the black light of the area. There are a number of people around, including quite a few attractive girls... ... who you have no idea how to talk to. Even if there had been girls in your high school or junior who liked their guys, ah, pretty, by then all of them had spent years hearing "Gwyn Stacy" too much, they all thought you were a joke, so here you are. Starting from scratch, pretty much. ... Still! You'll try and manage!\n\nSo, you spot a girl who seems to be by herself, very beautiful tan skin, shoulder-length black hair, big pretty brown eyes and wearing a bright, bright red halter top and matching miniskirt, and walk up, giving her your best smile. "Hi!"\n\n"Oh, hello there," she says cheerfully enough, smiling back with her brilliantly-painted lips.\n\nOkay, good, this is encouraging! "I thought I'd introduce myself, my name's Gwyn."\n\n"Hello, Gwyn, I'm Maria." Her eyes twinkle a little as she tilts her head a bit, rolling the drink in her martini glass around a bit in one hand. "Would you perhaps be looking for someone to hook up with tonight?"\n\nYour eyes widen and your cheeks redden. Whoa, this escalated quickly! Still, you can't exactly say you're bothered by this turn of events. "Ah, well, y-yeah, I mean, that would be kinda good, I guess," you answer, doing your best to keep your cool.\n\n"I thought so, you saw me chatting with my friend Liam earlier, right?" Still smiling, she takes a sip of her drink. "Don't worry, I'll absolutely introduce you to him, you're totally his type."\n\n<hr>\n[[W-what, no!|Gwyn2x1]]\n\n[[... yeah fine...|Gwyn1x4]]

"Well, I'm not in the sciences department, but I guess I'll go, sure." Sensing Allen's next question, you shrug. "I haven't really chosen a major yet, I was hoping to figure it out sometime this semester."\n\n"Ah, yeah, I know how that sort of thing can be. I'm taking science classes but I haven't chosen anything outside of that. But no worries, you're my guest, and it'll be a lot of fun, you'll see!"\n\nYou're not quite sure what you're expecting when you ride over to the party with Allen that night, not bothering to change clothes since he insists it's a casual affair. Some sort of stereotypical toga party? An awkward, nerdy event where you sit around playing Original Series Star Trek trivia all night? A wild rave filled to the brim with exotic chemicals and drinking? Although when you arrive you find it's a bit of a mix of the last two. The building itself looks more like an office or medical building than anything, a three-story affair with rounded edges and long, tinted windows running around them with little lightbars along the tops and bottoms of them so that they seem to glow in the early night's dimness, making it look vaguely science-y (you guess). Inside the first floor is a fairly open affair, with little half-wall dividers separating a large TV viewing area which does indeed seem to be showing a Star Trek movie, but also some larger open areas that have been converted into a dance floor complete with fog machines and laser lights, and synthwave music playing over the speakers. It looks like a bar has been set up too, and there are plenty of people who look (and dress) like anything but stereotypical nerds.\n\n"Whoa," you can't help but murmur as a girl in a tube top and flouncy miniskirt practically skips by holding a bubbling, lightly smoking drink.\n\n"Yeah, turns out that scientists mix a mean cocktail and word of that gets around," Allen says with a chuckle.\n\n"Won't they get in trouble for having a drinking party with people under 21?" you ask, raising your eyebrows. "After all, you said they're supposed to have a closer eye on them than fraternities."\n\n"I also said 'supposedly'. The sciences department brings in a ton of money for the school, trust me, unless we do something really stupid here we'll be fine to have a few drinks," he assures you, heading for a minikeg dispensor that's been fitted out with a bunch of LEDs, pouring a pair of the standard red plastic cups full and offering you one. After a moment you shrug and take it... don't want to start off your new college life being a party pooper, after all.\n\nAfter that, Allen shows you around, introducing you to a handful of people he knows and some that the two of you just happen to bump into, and you're again left a little jealous of just how easy it apparently is for him to talk to people and seem completely at ease. Of course you're more jealous when he introduces you to Marius, who's even taller, better-looking, and seems even more of a social butterfly than Allen, with his elegantly-coifed but natural seeming black hair, his super-masculine pretty boy looks, and his expensive clothes. (Haaaate. Like, it's not personal, but still haaaaate.) The two of you bump into Cal, who's a bit more what you might expect of this place, pudgy with scruffy brown hair and glasses, and nothing particularly stand-out about his clothes either. Seems like a nice guy, though, and he's way easier to talk to since there's no green-eyed monster interrupting. (No you don't mean Allen.) He also introduces you to a "friend of a friend", Mariko, the little sister of one of Allen's brother's friends, a very pleasant but also very shy-seeming girl wearing a large baggy sweater, red-rimmed glasses, and loose jeans. She's pretty cute, with her hair done in two short braids that come over her shoulders, but you get the sense that if you tried any more than polite pleasantries she might bolt.\n\nEventually Allen wanders off to do some socializing of your own, leaving you standing around holding a mostly empty red cup. Well, you're here, you've bothered to come out and socialize, you guess you should, y'know, socialize. On some level. At least. \n\n<hr>\n[[Try chatting up a girl.|Gwyn1x3]]\n\n[[Watch a movie.|Gwyn4x1]]\n\n[[Find somewhere quieter.|Gwyn5x1]]\n\n[[Drink.|Gwyn]]

You really don't want to wind up spending the next four years feeling incredibly awkward every time you're in your room, and attempting any posturing or being overly eager to please seems like a good way to wind up with just that situation. You straighten up and turn to face him, trying not to fold your arms over your chest since you have a bit of a complex about... ... most of... your gestures. So you wind up standing a bit awkwardly with your hands at your sides, but still not feeling too overwhelmed by it as you say, "Yeah, that's me, hi." You offer your hand, which he smiles and shakes.\n\n"So! Looking forward to getting to know you," he continues. "You need help with bringing anything in?"\n\n"No, just another bag or two in my truck," you reply with a nod.\n\n"Oh cool, got your own car, that's good. Heck, a truck is even better, I'm sure there's some trouble we could get into using that," he notes, green eyes twinkling a bit as he sets his hands on his hips.\n\n"So you're a local?" you ask. You specifically picked a college rather far from your hometown so that you'd be less likely to run into anyone you knew. Kind of hard to get a fresh start when you've got someone around that might still be immature enough to spread around your schoolboy nickname. \n\n"Semi-local, I'm actually from the next town over. But my older brother graduated from here last year, and I visited him a lot, practically spent all my weekends and summers up here. Some of his friends haven't graduated yet so they're still around, so if you want to hang out, I'm sure we can have a pretty decent social life." He grins some more, then ahs. "Oh yeah, speaking of which, there's gonna be a big mixer at one of the SSCs tonight."\n\n"SSC?" you say blankly.\n\n"Ah, they didn't tell you about those at orientation?" Allen shakes his head and gives a bit of an elaborate shrug. "This college doesn't have fraternities, it has 'Scholastic Social Clubs'. In practice they're kind of the same thing but the culture's supposed to be a bit different, and supposedly the administration keeps a closer eye on them. Mostly it just means that there's less chanting and treating your combination dorm and social club like some sort of grand tradition. My brother was in the Mixed Sciences SSC, so some of his friends made sure I knew it was going on, but basically everyone in the sciences departments are invited. Be a good chance to do some mingling, meet some people, have some fun, whaddya say?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to go.|Gwyn1x2]]\n\n[[Decline.|Gwyn]]

Swallowing more from an intense rush of desire this time, you say, "You can do that again, right? Like, go again?"\n\n"Yeah, I got plenty more points, really, I-" Meowth blinks, then stares as you stand up long enough to unclasp your belt and undo your jeans, shoving both down and worming out of them and your shoes and socks. Now naked, you settle onto all fours facing away from him, wagging your bare ass and dripping pussy at him.\n\n"... Turns out that getting paid is kinda a turnon," you murmur, your cheeks bright as you look over your shoulder at him. Making sure it's clear what you want, you reach between your legs and use two fingers to spread your pink teenage pussy for him. "Gotta figure the payout on this first time would be even bigger, huh?"\n\nMeowth only hesitates for a moment, before leaping forward, winding up clinging to your ass and hips. The cat-sized Pokemon thrusts that stiff eight inches along the cleft of your ass a few times while you gasp and wiggle your hips, before he shifts enough to slide into position. Then you're feeling him push inside you, your virgin pussy claimed by a talking feline, who moans out as he pushes deep inside you. You're gasping and moaning as well, feeling him so big and thick in your pussy, even though his whole body is clinging to your ass. Still, his position seems to give him plenty of leverage to start fucking you hard and fast once he's pushed all the way in, furry balls swinging forward to slap against you. \n\nYou can't help but shake your ass in a rather whorish way as he fucks away at you, the movements swaying him around as well since he's clinging to your hips with his whole body. Of course, you are a whore... you wanted him to fuck you, but you definitely, absolutely want him to pay you for it with his ability, and the thought of that rain of gold that will come with him dumping his load into your previously virgin cunt has it squeezing and shuddering around his inhuman cock in excitement. Your perky tits jut beneath you as you arch your back, moaning out an 'Oh FUCK!' as he continues pumping away at your ass.\n\nYou glance over your shoulder at him, shivering some at seeing that tiny little body hugged to you despite fucking you with a big fat cock. Then you look ahead, across the open ground and grass, and the strand of trees that's all that's separating you from the trail, where someone could step off and almost instantly see you being fucked by a Pokemon with gold scattered on the ground around you, marking you as the prostitute you are now. The thought sends a shameful surge of pleasure through you, and you moan loudly as your pussy flutters around Meowth's prick in orgasm.\n\nHe fucks you to another two climaxes before finally giving his own yowl and slamming his cock into you. You feel the heat and wetness inside you grow as the sound of jingling fills the air, and the sound and sight of those gold coins raining to the ground makes you cum again, harder than ever, your whole body trembling and hips bucking, making the cat Pokemon clinging to your ass waggle around as his tail thrashes and his cock pumps shot after shot of animal cum into you.\n\nFinally, though, he hops back, your pussy left dribbling his cum down your thighs. Blushing some as your head clears, you look around. "... Wow." That... is a lot of coins. Getting to your feet, you pull on your clothes, panties squishing against your pussy and quickly becoming soaked with cum and clinging to your folds, while Meowth starts collecting the coins. Once you're dressed, you join him, and eventually the two of you have armfuls of the stuff. Luckily it somehow all fits in your pouch when you try to put it away.\n\n"Whew! We oughtta be set for awhile off that haul, babe!" Meowth purrs. "So what's the plan now?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay in a luxury hotel.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Buy someone's high-level Pokemon.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Invest.|PokeSam]]

You're catapulted out and do a short roll across solid stone pavement, and wind up in an aching heap rolled up against some sort of fountain. "What the hell...?" you whimper, wriggling around and managing to get at least facing upright. You're outside now, looking up at a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. ... And some sort of weird airship thing with a bunch of fin wings coming off of it, what the everliving fuck?!\n\n"Hey! Are you okay?!" a rather squeaky voice calls from nearby.\n\nYou turn your head and find yourself looking at the face of a cute girl about your own age. She has shortish but lopsided dark hair, black on top but fading to red towards the tips. She's also wearing some sort of loligoth outfit in black and red, and a red cape. You're honestly not sure whether to be impressed by her boldness or disgusted by her flaunting such unconventional style. She's bent over, hands on her knees as she looks at you, some sort of big bulky red thing sticking up from behind the cape.\n\n"Wow, you just came flying and hit the ground pretty hard!" She stretches one hand out towards you, obviously intending to help you up. "Hey, I'm having a pretty rough first day too. My name's Ruby!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the hand.|MeanRWBY1x2]]\n\n[[Smack it away.|MeanRWBYPlaceholder]]

"Excuse me," you mutter to the weird sisters, who apparently decide to respect your wishes for once as you turn away and walk over. Leaning against the wall, you slowly slump down it until you can lean your face against your knees and wrap your arms around your legs.\n\n"... Are you... alright?" the black-haired girl asks hesitantly after a moment, as if uncertain she really wanted to ask.\n\n"No," you admit, albeit muffled by your legs.\n\n"..." Looking almost physically pained to do so, she slowly reaches over and pats you gingerly on the shoulder. "... There. There."\n\n"Thanks," you grumble, though surprisingly you do find you are fairly grateful, since it's obvious she's trying. You look over at her after a moment, and since so far she's the only vague inkling of sanity you've so far found to latch onto. "... Already starting on schoolwork?"\n\nShe stares at you for a moment, and you almost think she's completely blanked on what you mean. Then she glances at the book. "... No, this is for pleasure."\n\n"Oh." You sigh a bit and rest your cheek against your knee. Great, a nerd. Still, you're actually getting a little desperate for someone even that normal to make a connection with. "What's it about?"\n\n"... It's about a man with two souls," she answers slowly. "And they're fighting for control of him."\n\n"That sounds interesting," you say a bit mechanically. Then admit to yourself it does sound a little interesting. "... Layla Mercer."\n\n"... Blake Belladona."\n\n"Coco Adel!"\n\nThe two of you blink and turn to look at a girl in very stylish champagne-colored silk pajamas... and a beret and sunglasses, despite being at night, inside, and wearing sleep attire. She grins, leaning forward and sliding her glasses down a bit. "Sorry. I was just coming over to compliment you both on your clothes. I don't know the maker but I recognize quality and style."\n\nThe rush of relief that hits you is palpable. Oh God, finally, a normal person. "Thank you. I love those, they're gorgeous, where did you get them?"\n\nCoco grins and settles down against the wall as well, and the two of you begin to chatter about fashion. Every so often Coco will notice Blake start to slip away, and manage to ask her something that makes her settle down long enough to answer. Finding you don't want the other girl to go, even if she is apparently a huge nerd, you do your best to shift the topic to her book occasionally.\n\n"Hey, guys, having fun over here?"\n\nYou wince at the sound of Yang's voice, but it looks like her psycho-hyper little sister isn't with her, at least. Coco genially compliments her boyshorts, and you actually manage to include her in the little chat the four of you are having for a little while before she waves out and returns to her pouting sister. A bit later, Coco excuses herself, and you bid Blake goodnight to go crawl into your loaner sleeping bag, feeling a little more positive about the whole thing.\n\nIn the morning, everyone starts getting dressed and checking their very weird-looking weapons. Since it's apparently okay to wear whatever you want, you finally settle on a sleeveless, high-colored white top, purple pleated skirt, blue thigh-highs, and a sturdy but stylish pair of boots, as well as strapping on the sword and sheath you were issued. You get the feeling that the "entrance test" everyone is talking about will involve the wilderness, but you don't exactly have any wilderness clothes... this will just have to do. You follow everyone else out and along a path, making your way away from the school and up to the top of a cliff facing some woods. Getting a view of where you'll be taking the test? You're half-listening as a stern-looking pale-haired woman in librarian glasses directs you to stand on a square on the ground, busy wondering how you're going to get through a survival test or whatever. Aren't they supposed to train you for this <i>before</i> they test you?\n\n"For years, you have trained to become warriors."\n\nThat wholly incorrect statement makes you snap your head around to look at a silver-haired man standing near the woman that directed you to your spot. He's just standing there, holding a coffee cup like he just stepped out of his office for two seconds to say hello.\n\n"Today, your abilities will be evaluated in the Emerald Forest."\n\n"Now, I'm sure many of you have heard rumors about the assignment of teams," the woman picks up, glancing at the computer tablet looking thing in her hand. "Well, allow us to put an end to your confusion. Each of you will be given teammates... <i>today</i>."\n\nFrom a bit further down the line, you hear Ruby Rose give a quiet squeak of dismay. You hope your own was less audible. Assigned teams? What if you end up with jackasses? Or nerds? Or worse, someone you can't manipulate?!\n\n"These teammates will be with you for the rest of your time here at Beacon," the silver-haired man continues. "So it is in your best interest to be paired with someone with whom you can work well." He takes a long sip of his coffee. "... That being said, the next person you make eye contact with after landing will be your partner for the next four years."\n\nYour jaw drops and you actually slump forward, your arms dangling limply. <i>Four years</i>?! Off to the side, you're vaguely aware of Ruby having some sort of seizure.\n\n"After you've partnered up, make your way to the northern end of the forest. You will meet opposition along the way... do not hesitate to destroy <i>everything</i> in your path, or you <b>will</b> die."\n\nWHAT THE FUCK KIND OF SCHOOL IS THIS?!?!?!!?!\n\n"You will be monitored and graded for the duration of your initiation, but our instructors will not intervene. You will find an abandoned temple at the end of the path, containing several relics. Each pair must choose one, and return to the top of the cliff. We will regard that item, as well as your standing, and grade you appropriately. Are there any questions?"\n\nNear simultaneously, you and the goony blonde guy on the end of the line raised your hands, he with an awkward "Yeah, um, sir?" and you with an "Excuse me!!"\n\n"Good! Now," the douchebag who's apparently in charge continues. "Take your positions!"\n\nYou notice everyone else in the line pulling out their weapons and... posing? Still, you don't want to be the only one left standing there gawking, so you hurriedly draw the katana out of its sheath. You yelp as, the moment the blade's fully left it, the panels flip up and slide around your arm, wrapping around it and clicking together into some sort of guard or shield that runs from your shoulder to the backs of your knuckles, leaving only your fingers and thumb clear. Hurrying to try and make a cool pose, you angle the point out ahead of you and grasp the handle with both hands, doing your best to look all scowly action heroine-y and not like you're about to collapse screaming and crying because <i>what the fuck is even going on</i>? You just know that by God you're not going to look like as big of a geek as the wimpy dude with the nice shoulders down at the end still going "Uh, sir?"\n\nAs he's still yammering, you hear a *ch-THWNG* and snap your head to the side just in time to see some white-haired girl in a Disney princess dress go flying off into the air. What?! Oh no no no no no no no! Now frozen by sheer terror as much as any worry about looking like some freaky loner, you listen to the blood rushing in your ears, almost drowning it out as the goony dude and the asshole responsible for your suffering talking about a "landing strategy" or something. Oh God there's not going to be anything to let you land you have to figure out how to land oh God oh shit oh no!\n\nThe hyper-seeming girl with garish orange hair one over from you is catapulted towards the forest with a "WOO!" of delight, and you start steeling yourself. Okay. Okay. You're about to die. You are going to die. It's been a good life, you've ground a bunch of lesser people under your heel, you never got old and wrinkly and ugly, fifteen years wasn't such a bad run. Just face it with dignity. Die with dignity, that's all. Try to hit some water so that your body's less busted up for the funeral. Yeah, that's your landing strategy, look good for the funeral. Also, don't scream.\n\nThe hot guy in green next to you gets launched. And then you hear something click underneath you before *ch-THWNG!*\n\n"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Quick formulate a better landing strategy!|MeanRWBY1x4]]\n\n[[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!|MeanRWBYPlaceholder]]

"Honey, I'm hoooome!" Kira calls as she saunters in.\n\nYou immediately come bounding out of the kitchen, smiling brightly at her. "Welcome home, honey!" you simper eagerly as she toes out of her pumps, wiggling like an excited puppy at seeing her again. Pregnancy has swollen your tits with milk until they're almost as large as hers, your belly heavy and taut. You still have plenty of tone and strength left from your old life, the one that doesn't matter anymore, so carrying around twins hasn't stopped you from tackling all the household duties even more eagerly than... whatsername, that girl with the ponytail... ever did. "How was your day?"\n\n"Hhhhhha." Kira rests a hand on her hip and shakes her head. "Pretty sure I knocked up another three of my girls today. I just can't help myself!" she complains, hauling up the front of her skirt to show the hot pink tiger-stripe pattern panties stretched over her massive bulge. "This thing you saddled me with feels like it possesses me! I try to have a normal talk or just collect my money, and then all of a sudden I'm pounding their pussies telling them they're gonna be my baby factory."\n\n"Sorry, honey," you mewl with a little pout, squirming and making the heart-shaped tags on your collar jingle.\n\n"Ah well. As usual you can make it up to me by sucking my balls while I'm eating the dinner you've made, slut."\n\n"Oooo, yay!"\n\n<b>Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon</b> end - <i>Kira's Content Cunt</i>

You're not sure what comes over you, but something inside you snaps with the realization that you can't let Blake die trying to save you while you cower doing nothing. You leap forward, placing yourself in front of her instead, inexpertly swinging your sword forward into a ready position, your eyes burning as if with tears as you scream "JUST LEAVE US ALONE!"\n\nThe Grimm all jerk to a halt, as if they were playing Red Light Green Light. Then they all slowly drop to all fours, turning and beginning to amble off into the woods. Both you and Blake are left staring, you standing there with your jaw clenched and grip white-knuckled on your sword as you tremble. Slowly, Blake steps forward and rests a hand on your arm. "Easy. Easy. They're... leaving. ... What did you do?"\n\n"I... don't know?" you answer, glancing over once your neck will move again.\n\n"They did what you said. They're leaving us alone." She stares at you, then frowns thoughtfully. "... It's possible that when I awakened your Aura, it brought out your Semblance too."\n\n"Semblance...?"\n\n"The 'expression of the soul'. A sort of... super power... based on who you are. I've never heard of someone's Semblance being the command of Grimm, but..."\n\nYou look at her, then at the hindmost Beowolf. Trying to focus, you call, "Hey! Do a little dance!" It just snorts and continues to make its way back into the shadows. You shrug sheepishly. "Doesn't look like it."\n\n"Well. We'll figure it out in time. ... Thanks," she adds slowly, resting her hand on your shoulder. "You could have gotten yourself killed, but if you hadn't stepped in there..."\n\n"I... yeah," you mutter, shifting in place uncomfortably, deciding not to add, 'I don't know why the fuck I did it either.'\n\n"Stick close to me," she adds, somehow sounding like she feels the same way about saying those words as she sets off through the woods again.\n\nSoon the two of you hear the sounds of gunfire... lots of gunfire. Blake breaks into a run, <i>towards</i> it, forcing you to try and keep up. It looks like the same Beowolf pack, or another equally big one, has found someone else to pick on, that being the other two girls you were talking to last night, Yang and Coco. You guess they must be partners now, and they're certainly acting like it, Coco firing into the distant Grimm with a restonkingly huge minigun while Yang punches any that get through the fireline with her gold-gauntleted fists. When Coco runs out of loaded ammo she collapses the gun into a tiny makeup case looking thing while Yang takes over firing the gun arpertures on her gauntlets into the Grimm while Coco smashes any that get through the blonde's line of fire with the case, sending them flying.\n\nBlake hesitates, then leaps forward to join the other two, slicing her blade through a Beowolf that had been coming up on Coco's side. You wince, but join in on the other side, yelping and stabbing forward reflexively as a Beowolf comes at you, and actually managing to get it right in the throat completely by accident, the monster starting to mist and dissolve as you yank your sword free and bump back against the others. You can see some of the Beowolves departing, apparently the ones that were in the group earlier, but the rest come at you in wave after wave. But now guarded on all four sides (even if yours is obviously the weakest), the little group of you manage to hold them off until... until their numbers are depleted! It takes you several seconds of silence to realize that you actually <i>won</i>!\n\n"Whew! Not a bad workout!" Yang says, putting a hand to her shoulder and rolling her arm. "Hey Blake, hey Layla. Coco and I could've taken 'em, pretty sure, but thanks for the assist."\n\n"We might've, but I probably would have messed up my hair in the process," Coco adds with a grin. "So something to be grateful for about you showing up."\n\nBlake nods. "... Glad to." She glances towards the woods, hesitates again... then sighs a little. "Since we're all here, we may as well continue together. That's the smart thing to do, with this many Grimm around."\n\n"Yeah, this is one heck of a test, never seen a Grimm infestation this bad," Yang adds, rubbing the back of her head. "You're right, though. Hopefully we can find my sister on the way."\n\nNow four strong, you begin making your way through the forest. Eventually you exit the treeline, finding a little open-air shrine or temple of some kind. Blake and Coco both move forward, Coco confidently sweeping a Queen off of the pedestal, while Blake takes a Pawn, staring at it bitterly.\n\nThat's when everything goes to hell.\n\n<hr>\n[[People dropping from the sky, riding around on giant bird monsters, and being chased by a giant scorpion later...|MeanRWBY1x6]]

You have only a few seconds to figure out some way to give yourself a faint chance of survival. You do your best to force your body to curl into a ball, wrapping your shielded arm around your legs so that at least maybe it and your shins will take the brunt of it. Sure you'll shatter your arm and legs but hey at least there's a very, very small chance some of the rest of your body will come through intact!\n\nJust as you're bracing yourself to hit a tree, your eyes squeezing tightly closed, you feel something wrap around your middle and yank you out of the air, knocking the wind out of you. In fact, it's an arm! You're hugged close to someone's body as they catch on the end of something and bank, swinging in a wide arc and then landing on the branch of a tree with a jolt. There's the sound of gunfire from nearby, and the sound of something hitting a palm. You peek open curiously... and find a pair of yellow eyes peering back at you curiously. "B-Blake!"\n\n"Were you seriously going to try and tank a direct hit to the <i>trunk</i> of the tree?" the black and white-clad girl asks incredulously, shaking her head. "You're either a complete maniac or you have a stronger Aura than anyone I've ever heard of."\n\n"I... I didn't know what else to do," you whimper, stepping away a bit as she releases you... then yelping and clinging to the trunk. "What the heck is Aura?!"\n\n"... You..." Blake puts a hand to her head. "Don't you have any training at all?"\n\n"No!" you blurt. "I got shanghaied into this without anyone explaining anything! This is all crazy!"\n\nYou look over at Blake and see her scowling. "... I'm going to get to the bottom of this, if that's true. But since you're now my partner, apparently, my fate is tied to yours. I'm not ready to give up just yet." She hesitates, then steps forward. "Here. Let go of the trunk and turn towards me."\n\nYou wince and consider telling her to go screw, but considering she did just save your life, you're willing to give her a little leeway. You slowly let go of the treetrunk and turn on the branch to face her, trying not to jump in surprise as she steps in close and rests a hand on the back of your head and tilts yours forward. "What are you-"\n\n"Just... be quiet. And try to relax," Blake murmurs in reply, looking a little uncomfortable as she leans her head forward to touch her forehead to yours. She takes a deep breath, and you suddenly feel... warm. And yet, it's strange... it's like you're sitting in a dark room, but completely comfortable there, as if the darkness were warmth and happiness wrapped all around you like a blanket. You can barely hear Blake's soft voice speaking, you're so lost in the sensation. "We are born of shadows, children of the wilds, taking up arms against inevitability. We will not go quietly, but hand in hand and raging into the night. We will rise from subjugation and show our strength, and so achieve immortality."\n\nYou take in a sharp breath as an intense tingling sensation passes over your body, raising goosebumps across every inch of your skin. You blink a few times, stepping back, suddenly not feeling so ill at ease on the branch. "What was that?"\n\n"I awakened your Aura. Mmf, just took a little of mine," Blake murmurs, shifting her shoulders, eyes looking a little heavier... then they blink. "Something... your eyes did something just now."\n\n"Huh?" You blink, touching a lower eyelid as if that would let you see.\n\n"It was just for a moment, like a symbol or something." She looks you up and down... then winds up staring at the top of your head. "... Your hair is sticking up," she murmurs in a slightly choked voice, which seems a little melodramatic for some static stick.\n\nStill, you make a soft sound of dismay and reach up, feeling... yes, two bits of hair have poked up atop your head. Heck, with that position and the way they're doing, they're practically like cat ears. You smooth them back down, then huff. "So what now?"\n\n"We'll try to finish out the exam. Hopefully we can avoid any Grimm, and once we get back to the Academy, I'm going to demand some answers about what they've done to you," Blake answers with an almost growl in her voice, which you... kind of find sexy? Maybe it's the fact she seems so offended on your behalf, and you do like things that are about you. In any event, she's soon helping you down from the tree, and the two of you set off through the forest.\n\nUnfortunately, Blake is soon proven wrong on one count, as you get your first look at a 'Grimm'. They're huge! Bigger than you! They look like werewolves or something, with long arms tipped with wicked-looking claws, and skull faces with glowing red eyes! Fighting hard not to just wet yourself and run screaming into the forest, you nevertheless back up until you bump up against a treetrunk, clutching your sword's grip with both hands as the creatures start pressing in from a half-circle in front of you. "B-Blake, there's a lot of them! Are there usually that many of them?!"\n\n"No, this is a big pack even for Beowolves," Blake replies quietly, narrowing her eyes. She glances over at her shoulder, and you can tell that she tried not to show that she winced. "... Just stay behind me as well as you're able, okay?" She shifts a little to stay in front of you as the first of the creatures charges, leaping towards her. She stabs upwards with her own katana-like blade while ducking and shifting, obviously hitting some vulnerable spot with her quick shot as the creature gives a yowl of pain and then thuds limply beside you, making you scream. "Stop! Try to control your emotions! They feed on fear!" Blake snaps as the evil shadowy things indeed seem to redouble their interest, three of them charging in at her, forcing her to back towards you as she slashes the throats of two and fires the gun portion of her weapon into the belly of the third.\n\nAs more and more of the Beowolves attack, Blake keeps fending them off, doing her very best to defend you, but it's clear she's steadily being overwhelmed. She takes out four of one group, but the next gets in and grabs her by the hair, forcing her to twist and stab it repeatedly before firing into its leg, looking a little more like panic fire than anything else.\n\n<hr>\n[[Do something!|MeanRWBY1x5]]\n\n[[You can't do anything!|MeanRWBY]]

You've never really trusted another person in your life. People are for trying to control, because if you don't they'll just as happily try to control you. Half the time you ever went full Alpha Bitch on someone, it was because it was that or be a Beta Bitch, you know that. You think you know that. But Blake has helped you, risked her life for you multiple times, and no matter how you look at it you can't see any longer game here where she's trying to play you. So slowly, you nod. "... Yes. I trust you."\n\n"Alright. The weak spot is right where its neck and body meet, you'll see a slight gap in the feathers, but it will be hard to tell because the feathers and skin are the same color, so look sharply." She turns and raises her voice, calling, "Yang! Get on its back and get ready to catch Layla!"\n\n"Got it!" the blonde calls, shifting and then swinging her lower body around, hand gripping the edge of the Nevermore's beak and letting go just as that beak slaps closed like a giant pair of scissors, running along the back of its head and dropping to grip in its feathers.\n\n"Coco," Blake begins.\n\n"You need me to guide it close enough for you to get Layla there, got it," Coco interrupts, shifting her weapon to its minigun form. "Where do you need it?"\n\n"Closer than that second pillar out."\n\n"On it." Coco changes her position, then opens fire, the explosive shells bursting behind the Nevermore. It shrieks and banks, changing course, Coco keeping the pressure on it, hitting its lower part a few times to cause it to jerk and twitch, Yang bounced around on its back. \n\nBlake wraps an arm around your middle. "Ready?"\n\n"As ready as I was to get launched off a cliff," you reply weakly.\n\n"Try to be a little more ready," Blake says wryly, before lifting you and running forward, leaping into the air while you try (and this time succeed) to not scream. Blake flings her weapon out, its blade hitting into a stone and swinging the two of you in a low arc, and at the height of it a second Blake splits off from the one holding you and goes flying into the air. Blake lets the two of you go around again, coming up to almost the full height before tossing you up into the air. The cloned Blake catches you by the hand and twists, tossing you down and towards the careening Nevermore, disappearing the moment your hand is out of its. It looks like you're going to overshoot and go sliding along the wing and then topple to your death, but Yang's hand snaps up and grabs yours, yanking you down against her side.\n\nYou take just one precious heartbeat to be overcome with terror, then look forward. There! A sort of raise in the feathers at the back of its neck! You shift, raising both hands, then stab forward right into the middle. The Nevermore screams shrilly and then goes limp, starting to drop out of the air, black smoke raising from its body. Yang stands up, arm still around your middle, and fires off her other gauntlet as she leaps off the dying Grimm's back, landing on the ground in a tumble and skid, winding up with you in a princess carry. "Good job, cute stuff," she compliments with a grin, leaning in to kiss your cheek, which makes you blush for some stupid reason.\n\n"Wow," you hear noodleboy whispering as he watches the Nevermore crash into the side of the canyon and explode into a burst of smoke and feathers.\n\n"Are we done now?" you can't help but whine.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're done. For now.|MeanRWBY1x8]]

You cling to the edge of the stone pillar with all your might, your knuckles white and desperately willing your fingertips not to sweat. You toss a glance back towards the bridge... the hot redhead from the recruitment poster and the equally hot guy in green are fighting that scorpion thing, while the hyper girl with orange hair and the noodly blonde dude are further along the bridge.\n\nYou wince at a shriek and the sound of shotgun blasts. Sounds like Yang is still in that giant bird monster's <i>beak</i>, and another different shriek says that her sister and her new friends are trying to deal with that griffin thing. You feel a deep sense of relief as a hand wraps around your wrist and Blake hauls you up atop the pillar. Looks like it's you, her, Coco, and Ruby's new partner.\n\n"Weiiiiiss! I have a plaaaaaan!" Ruby calls as the griffin flies by, the red-caped girl dangling from its tail.\n\n"As <i>if</i>!" Weiss calls back, sniffing haughtily and starting to turn away.\n\nMaybe it's the instant dislike that comes of recognizing an equal and thus equally aggravating soul, or the fact that she's still acting like that despite the fact that you could all die. You whirl towards her, feeling that strange crying-like heat in your eyes again as you look her right in the face and snap, "Oh would you just <i>listen to her</i>?!"\n\nThe white-haired girl goes glassy-eyed for a moment, then blinks and shakes her head. "... Right. Right, of course! I'm coming, Ruby!" she calls, one of those weird white glowing circle thingies appearing under her feet before she launches off towards the griffin.\n\n"We have to take that thing out before it either swallows Yang or knocks out another pillar, preferably before either," Blake murmurs as if to herself, watching the circling giant crowlike monster. She pauses, then looks at you. "... Layla, do you trust me?"\n\n"W-what?!"\n\n"Your blade is Mistralian master quality, it's the sharpest one we have. If you attack that Nevermore in a weak spot with that, we could kill it almost instantly. But it will be dangerous. I believe in you and believe you can do it... but you have to trust me. I <i>know</i> that's asking a lot, and if you knew me you'd know what it means for me to ask this. But all I can ask is, do you trust me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|MeanRWBY1x7]]\n\n[[No.|MeanRWBY]]

This is crazy. This is all crazy. And clearly you're crazy, because the next words out of your mouth are "I'll stay."\n\n"Good. I think you're making the right decision." Ozpin looks you in the eyes over the rims of his little round spectacles. "You're far more pivotal than you believe yourself to be, Miss Mercer. I think you will find yourself constantly surprised by the person you can be if you continue on this path." Then he turns and walks off, Professor Goodwitch hesitating before turning and stalking off after him with the 'we really need to talk about this' stomp.\n\n"Layla, are you sure about this?" Blake asks, turning towards you with a worried set in her eyes.\n\n"I... not entirely," you admit. "But... I don't know. ... I'd probably hold you all back though," you add, squirming at the odd sincerity of worrying about how the others would do. "Maybe I really should-"\n\n"Look, it's like Ozpin said, you can learn the skills anytime," Yang says, stepping over and putting a hand on your shoulder. She grins and thumbs at herself. "Like now! And from us!"\n\n"Right. We're a team now, we may as well start acting like it by supporting you," Coco adds, leaning an arm on Yang's shoulder and adjusting her sunglasses.\n\n"I... thank you," you murmur, lowering your head a little.\n\n"... We should go check out our dorm room," Blake says, smiling just a little and turning to lead the way. You guess she's going to be doing that a lot from now on.\n\nThe dorm room turns out to be fairly large, albeit somewhat less so due to having to acommodate four fairly sizeable beds. Yang eyes them, tapping her chin, then grins and raises a finger. "Let's make 'em into bunkbeds!"\n\nBlake opens her mouth... pauses, seems to think about it... then shakes her head. "... No. That would be silly."\n\n"Aw!"\n\n"Leader."\n\n"Psh."\n\n"Hm hm hm." Coco is flipping through a book with her thumb, other fist against her hip as she reads. "According to this, 'Non-coed teams may request consolidations of the sleeping arrangements as they see fit.' So we could have them switch out the single beds with doubles or even a quad. That'd save a pretty good amount of space."\n\n"Hey, that's great!" Yang grins even broader, an extra sparkle in her lilac eyes. "I certainly wouldn't mind." She gives you a look that somehow makes you feel like you should be worried.\n\n"I..." Blake starts, then sighs. "I suppose that's not an entirely awful idea. <i>If</i> everyone's on board with it." She looks at you, hopefully... you wonder if she's hoping you'll save her from being the sole one to shoot down the idea, or hoping that you'll pick one of the options she likes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Individual beds.|MeanRWBY]]\n\n[[Partner beds.|MeanRWBY]]\n\n[[Team bed.|MeanRWBY]]

"Jaune Arc, Nora Valkyrie, Pyrrha Nikos, and Lie Ren. You will be Team Juniper, led by... Jaune Arc."\n\nYou watch as the redhead gives noodleboy's shoulder a congratulatory shake, and he looks like he's going to fall over from it. They shuffle off, allowing the next group to step forward as they're called up.\n\n"Ruby Rose, Reese Chloris, Weiss Schnee, and Nebula Violette. You will be Team Rowan, led by... Ruby Rose."\n\nWeiss looks like she'd like to argue, but then nods slowly as if in agreement, actually looking rather contented as she follows her new teammates off of the stand.\n\n"Blake Belladonna, Layla Mercer, Yang Xiao Long, and Coco Adel."\n\nYou suppose that isn't too much of a surprise, considering. You're still not entirely sure what you're even doing here, but somehow standing there between Blake and Yang doesn't feel too bad.\n\n"You will be Team Black, led by... Blake Belladonna."\n\nAgain, not much of a surprise. For one of the first times in your life, you find yourself honestly happy for someone other than yourself. You smile and look aside towards Blake, to find that she has a rather troubled look on her face herself. The expression becomes stormy as the ceremony finishes and she grabs you by the wrist, tugging you along, Yang and Coco falling in behind you curiously as she hurries down a hallway after the retreating teachers. "Headmaster! Headmaster, I need to speak with you!"\n\nOzpin stops and turns, placidly raising his coffee cup to sip it, Professor Goodwitch stopping and turning as well, narrowing her eyes at Blake. "Miss Belladonna, that is <i>not</i> the proper way of requesting the Headmaster's time and attention, you will-"\n\n"It's alright," Ozpin interrupts calmly, turning his attention to Blake as she comes to a halt in front of him.\n\n"Did you know that Layla doesn't have <i>any</i> combat training whatsoever?" your partner demands, glowering into his eyes.\n\n"Hey, that's right!" Yang blinks, then starts scowling herself. "She said she wasn't even from Remnant, and she made a pretty convincing argument."\n\n"She said she was 'shanghaied' into this, is Beacon actually kidnapping people and forcing them to be Huntresses now?" Blake continues, Coco lowering her sunglasses to show off her narrowed eyes, all three of your teammates now fearlessly squaring up to the man that could kick them out of school on your behalf. That alone is enough to make your head swim more than fighting monsters did.\n\n"While it's true that Miss Mercer lacks the same amount of training the rest of you have, I can assure you she was not 'shanghaied'," Ozpin answers dryly, sipping his coffee again. "It was her decision to become a Huntress... even if she wasn't quite aware of all that entailed. However, that is true of many of our students, no matter how trained."\n\n"Layla?" Blake glances at you.\n\n"I... I did say I wanted to be a Huntress," you answer after a moment, almost surprising yourself at the honesty. "I saw a poster with that Pyrrha girl on it, and it said Huntresses commanded respect."\n\n"There, you see? Despite Miss Mercer's lack of training, she proved quite the asset to you, did she not?"\n\n"She did. She put herself in danger for me several times," Blake answers, actually stepping a little closer to you as she says it. You're not even sure she realizes she did it. "Which is why-!"\n\n"Which is why she should be a Huntress," Ozpin interrupts smoothly. "That is the very definition of what it is to be one, Miss Belladonna... putting yourself between other people and danger. It's clear she has what it takes to be a Huntress, and the very fact that you are here defending her proves it, I think. Combat skills can be learned and refined from anyone at any time, this school is here to winnow out those that have what it takes to show the <i>spirit</i> of a Huntress or Hunstman. However," he adds with a sigh. "We are not some sort of press gang. If Miss Mercer truly does not wish to be a Huntress, she is of course free to leave. We have several late arrivals that could be sorted into your team... Mister Daishi, perhaps, or Miss Altan."\n\n"... Layla?" Blake asks, looking over at you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave.|MeanRWBY2x1]]\n\n[[Stay.|MeanRWBY1x9]]

Curious, you approach the section of carpet. It's <i>almost</i> imperceptible, but now that you've noticed it and taken a closer look, it's definitely had three sides of a square cut and then been pushed back into place. You settle onto your knees and reach out to take hold of the carpet, then hesitate. Is this really okay?\n\n... Well. Liam did say you should <i>snoop</i>, and that nothing you could find would bother him. He was basically encouraging you to look for stuff like this, right? If he gets upset, he has only himself to blame, you assure yourself as you pull up the corner of the carpet.\n\nBeneath is a section of cement floor, but a metal panel covers a lot of it. There's an almost flat leather strap at one corner of the panel, so you snag that and lift. It's surprisingly heavy... you guess so that it won't move and clank around when it's stepped on... but with some effort you're able to haul it up, revealing hidden hinges that let it settle back against the folded carpet. You look into the revealed recess in the floor, and stare. It's... treasure.\n\nLike, not stacks of bills, or some scattered jewelry, or Playboys from back when they were kind of classy, but actual, legit treasure. A ton of different coins, mostly in gold, large cut jewels, and jewelry sure but it all looks like something that belongs on royalty (as in legit royalty not new world business royalty). It's seriously like the contents of a treasure chest in a movie. ... It's a treasure chest, you've found a treasure chest.\n\n'This stuff can't be real, can it?' you think, reaching out to rub a fingertip against one of the jewels. Well, it's not plastic. Neither are the coins you disturb by brushing your fingertips over them. They feel pretty real, well, as much as you know what a gold coin or a ruby almost the size of a chicken egg would feel like. But all of it seems real.\n\nMaybe it's just the sight of so much material wealth inside of you, but a sensation wells up in your chest so intensely it's almost a physical thing. You realize you've never experienced real <i>greed</i> until this moment... you've wanted things, you've maybe even coveted things, but if what you're feeling now is greed then you've never felt anything like it before. This treasure... there's so much of it, and so scattered around, surely Liam would never notice if you took <i>one thing</i> since he's already got so much, the hammering of your heart whispers in your ears along with the pounding noise.\n\n<hr>\n[[Resist...!|GwynLiam5x1]]\n\n[[... GRAB SOMETHING!|GwynLiam4x2]]

Maybe you've developed some sort of weird skin condition, and if so you better see a doctor about it. You head back into the room to give Cara a quick fuck in the ass to wake her up, idly reminding her to go to class before you get showered, dressed, and head to the student services building. There are several campus doctors and usually one of them on hand at all times just in case, and after a quick check of the schedule you see that 'Dr. Dana Davis' is in at the moment. You head up to the second floor and knock on the door, and after waiting a few minutes open up the door. It's like a larger version of a nurse's office from school, with several beds and actual windows to let some light in. You notice an intercom pad with a hand-lettered 'Press Enter to announce yourself' sign below it and do so, hearing it buzz.\n\n"Yes?" comes a voice over the intercom.\n\n"Yeah, I need to see Dr. Davis? It's not an emergency or anything, but..."\n\n"I'll be right up, please have a seat in a chair near the desk."\n\nShrugging, you do so, settling into place and waiting. About ten minutes later, the door opens and what you assume is Dr. Davis walks in. She's actually quite lovely... a mature look, to be sure, probably in her late thirties or early forties, but with smooth, healthy-looking skin, rich brown hair spilling around her shoulders, hazel eyes behind thin, stylish glasses, with full lips, round hips, and boobs that at least match if not slightly exceed Cara's. Despite her luscious body she's still dressed fairly modestly, with a blue sweater, tan skirt, and a white doctor's coat worn over them.\n\n<img src="images/DrDavis.jpg">\n\n"Hello, I'm Dr. Davis. What seems to be the problem today?"\n\nYou explain about the odd, slightly itchy discolorations you found, and at her prompting remove your shirt to show her your side. You also open your mouth to show her the shift in your teeth, with her listening curiously all the while. After some further questions and explaining, she leans down to closely examine the patch of black and red skin on your side, fingertips gently running over it in a way you're trying not to find arousing, especially since you can get a glimpse down her top from this angle.\n\n"This is very strange. I've seen my fair share of skin conditions treating college students, obviously, but I must admit this is a rather new one on me. It almost feels like..." She rubs a bit more. "It's almost more like snake skin than anything." She straightens up, rubbing her chin. "Is there anything else, any other changes in your body or behavior that you can think of?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, nothing that really comes to mind.|GwynLiam7x1]]\n\n[[Well, you've been obsessed with numbers and money lately.|GwynLiam6x1]]\n\n[[Well, you're apparently a sexual Tyrannosaurus now.|GwynLiam4x8]]

Somehow the realization of the reality of the situation makes your brain decide to just stop thinking or caring about it altogether. Instead you start moaning and gasping freely as your father's cock pumps into your ass, your own slender young prick growing harder and harder with every thrust of it deep into you, every light slap of his balls against yours. Soon it's bobbing fully stiff below your belly, the tip occasionally flinging small strands of pre down onto the sheets as it wobbles.\n\nYour dad straightens up, his hands gripping your ass, squeezing it as he starts using it to rock you back and forth along with his thrusts, apparently determined to give your tight teen ass a good thorough fucking now that he's discovered how wonderfully tight and hot it is. For your own part it doesn't take you long to start eagerly moving your hips with his guidance, loving the feel of that big, throbbing cock pumping into your ass, how hard and hot it is, how slick and smooth it feels with that sheath over it. A glance over your shoulder shows you that familiar face now displaying lewd, intent pleasure, your father's lips parted to let his hot breaths escape, glazed eyes heavy-lidded as he looks down at you, at your asshole spread around his prick as he fucks you shamelessly in a high-end hotel room. \n\nThe more you get into it the more your hips start moving even without any of his guidance, shaking and wiggling, moving in a way that can only be called whorish as you encourage your own father to fuck you. Not that he seems to need much encouragement, his strong hands shifting around to grip your waist instead, letting you shake and shimmy your hips all you want as you fuck yourself back on him. "Nnnnnh, Jamie, your ass feels so good," he groans, his voice thick with desire as his fingers squeeze around your slender waist. He starts thrusting a bit harder, enough to make your cock bounce up enough to brush against your own stomach. Your eyes roll up some, and you find yourself blurting, "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me Dad, your cock feels so good, your cock feels so good in my ass, fuck me!"\n\nApparently that sort of thing kicks off some bit of parental conditioning, since he quickly brings one of his hands down on your ass in a quick, firm swat. "Language!" Of course, considering the situation, his voice comes out in an aroused, smug tone, and the spank just makes you let out a really slutty gasp and squeeze down around him, your cock giving a near-spurt of pre onto the bed. As if punishing you for your cursing, he squeezes your waist and just starts really <i>fucking</i> you, as if trying to pound the wicked words right out of your naughty little head through your ass. Your eyes really roll now, your tongue lolling out, and it doesn't take long before you really are shooting off, your cock firing long streamers of white down onto your chest and the bed, more of it forced out with every thrust. You can also feel your ass clamping down on your father's prick in response, the extra tightness hitting something and sending a shudder of even more intense orgasmic pleasure through you. At the same time, apparently that squeeze is too much for him, and your father thrusts deeply into you, letting out a long, low groan as he grinds his hips against your rear.\n\nAfter both of you have settled into panting and gasping, your dad pulls out of you, flopping onto his back on the bed, his still-hard prick wobbling in the air. It's still sheathed in the translucent white condom, though now there's a fairly heft bulge at the tip, a shuddery balloon of white draping to the side of his cockhead. Without really thinking, acting on some sort of lewd instinct, you move to straddle his thighs and peel the condom off of him, tying it up and tossing it to the currently unused side of the bed. Your father stares at you with his own glazed eyes, face still flushed with arousal and effort... but then holds up another grey-silver wrapper, proffering it to you. Without a word you take it, ripping the package open... time to put the condom on-\n\n<hr>\n[[-him.|QODad]]\n\n[[-yourself.|QODad]]

"Ah, well, that's an important conversation we needed to have anyway, I guess," your father answers breezily. "Why don't we head back upstairs and I'll explain?"\n\nOnce back in the room, you blink a little as he shrugs out of his jacket and starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Uh... buh?" you question, at the height of wit due to the CHA boost of the alcohol.\n\n"It's important to demonstrate this safety step," he asserts, seeming quite confident despite the bit of a slur in his voice. "C'mon, go ahead, no reason to be bothered, s'just us guys here."\n\n"Uh. 'Kay." Well, it is just you guys here. You pull off your shirt and undo your jeans, following him over to the bed as both of you shed your pants and underwear, settling down to sit on the end of it.\n\n"Alright, so," your father picks up, seeming perfectly comfortable despite sitting next to you in the nude. "There's two ways to approach the statement of how to get started. Obviously an important perspective on starting is foreplay, and building up, and all that, but, but, we're going to focus on the safety aspect first. Obviously, obviously you need a condom. You need to learn how to put on a condom. But! But, you also need to have a good one." He leans over, briefly flashing his bare butt at you and making you giggle for some reason, as he pulls something out of his nearby suitcase. Sitting up, he holds up a silvery gray wrapper. "See, these are the ones I bring along just in case there's a situation, you know? Like, like you need one or something, so it's good I have them to show you how to use them."\n\nYou nod along since that absolutely makes sense to you right now without any other potential meanings. He seems so certain of what he's doing that it almost feels like you've fallen into a trance as you watch him rip open the package and pull out the little floppy white disk with its stiff outer ring. "Now, this kind is pretty expensive, but it's pretty much the best on the market," your father continues as your eyes are drawn down to where his other hand is moving, stroking his cock slowly to full hardness. "Very durable, extremely low failure rate, fit comfortably, all of this is important. As a bonus these are lubricated with basically the best stuff on the market there too," he continues, having sheathed his now fully hard prick in a layer of semi-translucent white, leaning back a little to display it proudly... the fit of the condom, that is. "It'll glide right in no matter what."\n\n"Uh, but, y'know, I thought... y'know, that things down there sort of like... naturally got all slick?" you reply in a daze, looking from your father's latex-sheathed shaft up to his face, and back, various confused feelings whirling in your head.\n\n"Not always, some girls don't make much natural lubricant so they need some help, or sometimes the both of you are in a hurry to get to it, or hey, you might even be trying out the other hole!" he says in a chipper tone, eyes glazed with drink. "This stuff's so good that it works even for that! Here, I'll show you..."\n\nBefore you know it, your father's leaned over, his hands gripping you and flipping you over onto your front on the bed as he moves up behind you. 'Wait, what?' is all you can think before you can feel the latex tip of the condom brush against your pucker, right before your father's cock pushes into you. His penetration is slow, and steady, but just as promised the slick sheath of the condom allows him to slide right into your virgin passage without any real difficulty.\n\n"Ohhhhh... oh, this is so tight," your father moans above you, perhaps not fully comprehending that it's his own son's ass that's gripping around his cock... or at least not processing the whole implications of that. Because rather than stop now that he's made his point about the lubricated condom's worth, he just keeps pushing in, until his balls press up against yours, and then begins thrusting, pumping the slick, white-sheathed pole into you. "Fucking amazing!"\n\nIt's slowly sinking through your shock and the haze of alcohol that you're actually being fucked in the ass by your own dad! It doesn't seem like reason would work, the only thing you can do is-\n\n<hr>\n[[-wait it out.|QODad]]\n\n[[-enjoy it.|QODad2x2]]

You kind of want to avoid the potential for your 'Pokemon' to hit on you. Maybe picking an 'A-Class' just means she hands you a plush toy to carry around with you. Oh hey, maybe you'll get to keep it! "I'll take an A-class Pokemon, please," you reply politely.\n\n"Hm, alright. I think we're mostly out of the standard starters for those," she muses as she moves over to a computer and types on it briefly. "Hm. Looks like right now we've got an Abra, a Meowth, and a Pikachu."\n\nYou can't help but grin. "Wow, a psychic-type as a starter. Too bad none of the games ever let you do that."\n\n"Well, this one's a little willful, dear, I'd be careful about picking him, even though obviously there are benefits to having a powerful Pokemon right out of the gate. Actually, we also have an Eevee, it looks like," she notes, scrolling through the list. "That's part of a mini-event that's only just ended, but everything's still in place from it so I don't see why you couldn't go ahead and take part. Basically we'll give you a map to several areas with different stones to evolve your Eevee into whatever evolution of it you want. Of course you'll still have to <i>get</i> the stones, and Eevee isn't the strongest starter you could have for that, but. Anyway, you can have any of the four that you like, just let me know your choice."\n\n<hr>\n[[Abra.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Meowth.|PokeSam2x2]]\n\n[[Pikachu.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Eevee.|PokeSam]]

You'll... linger inside a little longer. You'll go out when you have some money to go out with, and not the same twenty pairs of black thigh highs, black pleated skirts, white shirts, and white panties. (Gah, you have to dress like a cartoon character.)\n\nAlright, so ways you can make money around the house. Well, you could always ask [[the maids|Kyoko]]... maybe they have chores they don't want to do themselves they'd be willing to pay you to do, or lines on ways to make a bit of extra money, or they might even loan you some! And a devious part of your brain whispers, they might even pay you to do fun things that you already considered doing with them at one point.\n\nAhem. Anyway, aside from the maids, you could also use the computer. Let's see... you could try to [[sell things online|Kyoko]], or if you dug up some starting funds you could try your hand at [[investing|Kyoko]], you've always thought you had the head for it. Hm... the computer also has a [[webcam|Kyoko]], there are some possibilities there! ... Non-lewd ones! (Okay maybe a few lewd ones too.) And hm... though this computer can't run very many [[online games|Kyoko]], you think you've heard that in just about every Japanese MMO, there are people willing to pay for items, help on quests, and even entire game accounts. You'd have to start from almost the very bottom... some old free-to-play game, most likely, and very slowly work your way up to being able to afford a better computer and subscription games, but you could eventually live fairly comfortably without ever leaving the room!

"Could I please just... not do this whole school thing?" you ask after a few moments of silence.\n\n"Now why would you ask for that?" Ryoko says in an infuriatingly reasonable tone. "I thought you liked school. And you were supposed to learn a few lessons about the needs of a Japanese high school student."\n\n"I..." You sigh, putting both hands to your head. "... Look, I know. I stopped thinking about the students, and only thought about pleasing the teachers and parents. Maybe it was selfish, and I know it was wrong. You've taken my entire identity away from me in punishment. Do I really also have to endure day after day of people treating me like I'm... like I'm this fictional person? Until what, until they've reinforced it enough that I completely lose the old me? Is that what it will take before I've atoned?" You look over at her. "... And was my sin to not think of the students, or to disobey Katsuko?"\n\nRyoko is silent for several moments, cutting a few more bites of her steak and chewing slowly. Finally she sets down her utensils and lifts a napkin to dab at her mouth. "Well. High school is not mandatory in Japan, and I suppose I would be a hypocrite of the highest order if I went through all of this to achieve more choice and freedom for students and then did not let my own charge make a choice about whether to attend. If you truly wish, I will have you taken off the rolls."\n\nYou give a relieved nod, before she starts speaking again. "However, I have no intentions of fully bankrolling someone who intends to be a NEET." You're fairly aware of the acronym's meaning and its connotations and wince a little at the idea of it being applied to you. "So, if you are not going to go to high school, the privileges you receive from me will be quite limited. A basic computer, clothes as I deem necessary, and a very small monthly allowance. Anything else you want, you will have to earn the money for yourself. Get a job, do chores about the neighborhood... well, as you see fit, really, I won't put any restrictions on you, but if you get yourself into trouble I'll most likely also leave you to get yourself out of it."\n\n"That... seems fair," you allow with a little bob of the head.\n\nYou spend the next few days resting and acclimating a little bit more... okay, and probably enjoying your newly young, tight, and sensitive body a bit more. But after a few days the sparseness of your room and the lack of any real entertainment starts to gnaw at you. It's not like you were a layabout before, but you always enjoyed being able to spend your free time as you liked. You used a lot of it studying, admittedly, but not all of it... and studying at the moment seems a little silly anyway. Even your apparently meager allowance won't be given until the beginning of next month, and from the sound of it, it might be just enough to buy yourself a book. Maybe two if Ryoko is seized by a generous whim. So it seems obvious you're going to have to earn some money yourself somehow.\n\nThe question is, do you look for ways to get money around the house, or without leaving it? You know at this point if you don't leave the house you're bordering on graduating from "NEET" (Not in Education, Employment, or Training) to "hikkikomiri" (shut-in), but still, you're kind of nervous facing the world in your new identity.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go out.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Stay in.|Kyoko4x2]]

Your gacha addiction starts itching, and after a second you give in and pass the sheet back to the blonde. "I think I'll try a secret prize draw."\n\n"Oooo, fun!" she chirps, clapping her hands together and causing a fair bit of jiggling in the process. "This way, please!" \n\nShe leads you to the back of the store, where a low table's been set up with a large box on top. It's Earth-patterned (of course) and has red question marks dotted about various places. "Go ahead and reach in and pick something out!" the clerk says, gesturing to the box with both hands. "Take your time deciding what you're going to draw!"\n\nYou nod, then reach your arm in. You immediately feel a number of things bumping against it... you kind of expected just a bunch of tickets with things written on them, like the prize sheet, but apparently they've got actual items in the box. You rummage around a little, glancing occasionally at the blonde to see if your attempts at figuring out what you're actually bumping into are forbidden, but she just continues to smile cheerfully. (Maybe she's on a few 'natural' substances to help deal with working customer service herself.) Let's see... what might the 'grand prize' even be, anyway? You have no idea, so finally you just close your hand around something...\n\n<hr>\n[[... tubular.|GGLC2x2]]\n\n[[... squishy.|GGLC]]\n\n[[... crinkly.|GGLC]]\n\n[[... scratchy.|GGLC]]\n\n[[... gooey?!|GGLC]]

You've always liked cats, and rather enjoyed the sassy character on the cartoon back when you used to watch, so hey, why not. "I'll take the Meowth, sure."\n\n"Alright then!" She taps a key, and you blink as part of the floor opens, and a little pillar with a Pokeball on top rises up. Wow, they really put a lot of work into this. You can't help but grin as you notice that the Pokeball has little kitty ears on top and whiskers drawn coming out from the button on the front, making it the 'nose'. Professor Ivy picks it up, then gives a 'Hup!' as she tosses it. You yelp as it actually splits apart and spews a flicker of red energy that arcs through the air and hits the floor in front of you, gradually resolving into a feline figure on all fours. It glances back and forth, the little medallion on its forehead glinting in the light. \n\nIt looks up at you, then you're fairly certain it clears its throat before announcing, "Meooooow!"\n\n"It's... it's..." you stammer. \n\n"Your Meowth, dear, yes," Professor Ivy chirps. "Now, here's your Pokeballs, your Pokedex and a map and other items you need are in the pouch," she continues, holding out a relatively stylish fannypack with Pokeballs clipped around the belt. \n\nA little numbly, you clip the pack around your waist, then after a moment bend to scoop up the gangly-legged cat, which gives another "Meooooow!" as you hug it to your chest. Well, it's still pretty cute, even if a little weird-looking. You follow Professor Ivy to a back door and walk through, blinking as you abruptly find yourself standing on a path in a wooded area. You look at the gym behind you, but the door's already slid closed, and doesn't open when you step back towards it. "..." After a few moments you huff a little, setting off down the path. After a minute you glance down at the cat in your arms, seeing its feet swaying. "An actual Meowth. This is pretty weird."\n\n"Hey, if I'm so weird, how come yer huggin' me ta yer boobs, huh?"\n\nYou stop dead still, eyes widening as you look down at the Meowth again, seeing it grinning up at you.\n\n"What?"\n\n<hr>\n[["GYAH!"|PokeSam2x3]]\n\n[["AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"|PokeSam]]

"I don't know... I think maybe we should have taken some of that stuff... it only seems like it's going to get darker further on in."\n\n"I'm telling you, Lily, that stuff gave me a bad feeling." Kaya hugged her naked body a little, shuddering a little. "We've already been through enough without getting any other strange substances all over us."\n\n"Yeah I guess," her pink-haired friend murmured, blushing a little as a hand wandered downward towards her still slightly slime-coated pussy before yanking it back. "... Hey, there's some light up ahead, at least?"\n\n"Yeah. It's pretty bright, what is..." Kaya blinked, brushing some of her pale brown hair away from her face. "Wow. That... is a really big mushroom. It's super bright, too."\n\nThe two gradually approached the massive fungus jutting up from the center of the tunnel. It was somewhat taller than either of them, with a long, spreading cap on the top almost like a fat, glowing green umbrella, capping a fishbelly white main body. As they got closer, both realized that there was a sprout-off from the main body... about halfway up its thick trunk split into a second mushroom that was jutting forward just as much as the other one grew upwards. Both girls flushed a little as they realized that the second mushroom's less flared, fatter, and slightly longer head gave the overall impression of a broad-capped man with a cock almost as big as himself jutting from his crotch.\n\n"Weird," Kaya murmured, then gave a few coughs. "Gah, it's hot around these things, I thought they grew in cold places!"\n\n"D-don't look at me," Lily replied, coughing a bit herself. Her skin was taking on a flush, a shiver running through her. "It's... it's definitely warm, though."\n\n"Yeah." The brown-haired girl edged past the giant, rather lewd fungus, continuing on. She paused, though, as she realized something... had the pair of mushrooms not been so bright, she would have walked right by the split-off tunnel, its opening angled and colored to match the darker areas of stone. "Hey, hey Lily, look!" Stepping over, she stretched out a hand, feeling cool air brush across it. "There's a breeze... I bet this goes to the surface!"\n\n"Oh God thank you," Lily groaned, hurrying after her friend as they hurried down the slightly cramped passage, relieved that it quickly angled up. She blushed a little as they were soon forced into some moderate climbing, leaving her to look directly at Kaya's bare pussy and pucker. She flushed even more as she realized that her friend was steadily growing wetter, those lips more plump and flushed... and could feel her own getting much the same. "H-hey, Kaya, do you... do you feel, like, odd at all?"\n\n"M-maybe a little..." Kaya admitted, her face flushing more deeply. "It's probably nothing though. Maybe those mushrooms were putting off some sort of, I dunno, spores, and we're having a minor reaction."\n\n"Yeah... that seems likely," Lily agreed, somehow feeling intensely relieved and satisfied. "Probably just some spores."\n\n"Yeah. Spores are okay though, right?"\n\n"I think they're okay, yeah," the pink-haired girl answered, starting to smile dreamily, eyes glazing over the tiniest amount. "Actually, I think I like spores a lot."\n\n"Me too. Spores... are good," Kaya agreed, spying the opening of the cavern, and the slowly brightening dawn sky above it. Her hands looked a little pale as she grabbed the edge of the opening and hauled herself out onto the ground. "Spores are good."\n\n"Spoooores," Lily cooed as she pulled herself from the confining depths of the tunnel as well.\n\n<b>Cyan and the Haunted House</b> end - <i>Spores</i>

The all-male race to "balance out" the all-female Kabrunisari. Obviously based on Minotaurs, the Taros are massive slabs of dark-hided muscle, the default male model a broad-shouldered, slightly hunched thing with forward-swept, pointed horns, powerful hands, and nothing but pair of brown leather trunks to wear. He stands on legs set up for hooves, shiny black ones, and has a golden ring piercing his muzzle-like nose. His thick mane has a pair of braids hanging down on each side, the ends capped by copper.\n\n<center>Choose your character's class.</center>\n\n[[Savage|GGTarSav1x1]]\n\n[[Druid|GGTarDruid1x1]]\n\n[[Spirit Caller|GGTSC1x1]]

Yelping, you drop the Meowth and scramble backwards, winding up stumbling and thudding to your ass on the ground. The Meowth, meanwhile, lands daintily on its hind paws, forepaws coming up to rest near its cheeks.\n\n"Hey toots, just 'cause we cats always land on our feet ain't no excuse to drop us!"\n\n"You... you can talk," you stammer, then point at it as it opens its mouth. "And don't give me any 'Well obviously'! Meowths aren't supposed to talk, that was... that was supposed to be special to Team Rocket's Meowth!"\n\n"Pft, those mooks?" The Meowth brushes at its whiskers a few times, rolling its eyes. "I ditched 'em, got boring. They're off makin' plots somewhere." Then he frowns thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. "Or babies. One of those, I forget which."\n\nYou blink a few times, then slowly sit up and forward, folding your legs and gripping the toes of your sneakers. "So, wait, are you telling me that you're not just an actual, real Meowth, you're... <i>the</i> Meowth?"\n\n"<b>The</b> Meowth! Man I like that!" Meowth giggles happily, the sound interrupted by some purring as he happily paws at his whiskers again. "<i>The</i> Meowth! Star of the show, really, even if they didn't get everything right! I'm <i>the</i> Meowth, I love it!"\n\n"Wow." You stare at him for a few minutes, then frown. "I'm Sam, by the way, nice to meet you and... wait, that means you can't use Payday, huh?"\n\n"Uh, well, not 'zactly, no," he answers, glancing off to the side.\n\n"So you're not gonna have that many benefits as a starter, I guess."\n\n"HEY!"\n\n"No, no, sorry," you correct quickly, waving your hands. "I didn't mean it that way! I'm... weirded out but it's pretty neat, you were my favorite character on the cartoon, yeah." You smile at him, and after a moment he seems placated, settling into place again. "But... well, if I recall your Fury Swipes weren't much more than a bit painful, and without Payday..."\n\nMeowth huffs, folding his forelegs over his chest. "Well I'll have you know that I have a lot more to offer than Pokemon moves y'know! I can translate for other Pokemon for you! Y'know, talk to 'em and figure out what they want so maybe y'don't even need to fight 'em, like the twerp!"\n\nThat does make you think. The number of times Ash actually <i>caught</i> a Pokemon via combat was actually pretty small, after all, you guess that could work. "Hm."\n\n"I also know places you can go to catch the best and rarest Pokemon! I've been all over everywhere and talked to Pokemon that's been even more places! I can lead ya to a Pokemon to try'n catch that'd put any Charmander, Squirtle, Bulbasaur're Pikachu ta shame!"\n\nWhich would still be a bit difficult if you only have Meowth to fight with, but maybe you'd still be able to manage somehow. You're sitting there looking thoughtful when Meowth coughs a bit.\n\n"And I can kiiiinda use Payday." As you perk up, he continues. "They didn't include how in th' animoo 'cause of how it changed from me learnin' ta be more humanish. See, now it's called 'Moneyshot'."\n\n"Moneyshot? Like you shoot the coins like a canon or-" You trail off as the word sinks in, and you stare at him. "... What, seriously?"\n\n"Hey, wasn't my idea, that's just how it works!"\n\nYou shake your head. Well, what to do now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Wander around seeing if you can convince any Pokemon to join you.|PokeSam3x1]]\n\n[[Seek out a high-level Pokemon.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[... Use Moneyshot.|PokeSam2x4]]

"Okay, so like, you're one of the most popular girls in school, right?" you start.\n\nAkane's cheeks actually color a little at that, but the unexpected statement does seem to have backed her down a little from getting any angrier. "I... suppose. What does that have to do with anything?"\n\n"Well, that means that you're gonna be setting the standard," you point out, trying to use a reasonable tone. "But that a lot of other girls won't know what you're wearing ahead of time. If you get a really conservative swimsuit, any girl who's dressed more provocatively than you could risk being embarrassed or getting teased."\n\nThe black-haired girl blinks slowly. "So, wait. Let me see if I follow you..." She closes her eyes and tilts her head forward, tapping her forehead as she scowls. "You're saying that I have to be the girl with the skimpiest swimsuit there, or people will get their feelings hurt?"\n\n"Basically. I mean, the other girls might get jealous, but at least they won't get bullied."\n\nThat makes Akane blush again, and she opens her mouth to respond, then closes it. That repeats a few more times as she gradually goes from scowling, to thoughtful, to resigned. Sighing and muttering a "Dammit" she reaches out and snatches the hanger from you, storming off towards the dressing room and yanking the curtain closed behind her.\n\n'I can't fucking believe that worked,' you think with a blink as you wander over to stand near the dressing room, listening to the faint sounds of Akane undressing and then grunting a little as she apparently works on getting the swimsuit into place.\n\n"Okay, it's on. ... I guess. I think this barely even counts as being on!" Akane calls out after a few minutes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Okay, let's go.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Well come out and show me!|FRanX14x2]]

Sigh. You're going to have to hear it at some point anyway, probably, and it seems kind of a waste to start off your break by avoiding one of the few friends you have. Texting Kevin to let him know you're on the way, you set out towards his house. Partway there you get a text back from him saying 'Everyone's out, door's unlocked, just come on up.' Huh, okay. You continue on to his house and though it makes you a bit nervous, head in through the front door without waiting to be let in, although you can't help but call "Hello?" as you do. You're a bit worried Kevin's mother or sister might snap at you for just coming in, but instead Kevin's voice calls from upstairs, "Yeah, c'mon dude!"\n\nYou head up the stairs, glancing around... the lights are off in the house so you guess everyone really is gone. Even though it's full morning and the sun's bright outside, it still feels a little weird to be in someone else's house with so many of the lights turned off. Kevin doesn't even have his room lights on, apparently relying on the sunlight coming in through the window, though the angle still leaves things fairly dim. He's sitting on the end of his bed, leaned back on his hands some, and as expected looks quite smug. He's also wearing nothing but a pair of snug black boxer-briefs, showing off his slender, mildly-toned chest and arms, as well as most of his legs. You can't help but notice that the shorts are rather snug, and try not to stare at the bulge in them... you don't think he's even hard, but, well, he seems... bigger. Not that you've ever had a particularly good idea of Kevin's size in that department other than to assume he was bigger than you, since you've generally tried to avoid taking a look any time it might have come up.\n\n"Uh, why aren't you wearing anything?" you ask, glancing away.\n\n"Hey, it's just the two of us here, why not be comfy?" Kevin's smirk grows a bit, his eyes twinkling. "Anyway man, you missed a great time yesterday, yanno."\n\nYou shrug, rubbing at your upper arm and looking upward some. "Yeah, well, y'know. I mean, I kinda figured, just... y'know."\n\nHe chuckles a bit. "Yeah, I know. But man, Errana showed me something really great. Changed my life, for sure. It's sort of a secret, but I'll tell you if you want."\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell me.|QOKev1x4]]\n\n[[Keep it to yourself.|QOKev]]

While you wouldn't normally be afraid to go full-on hypocrite and deny your own logic, at this point you're afraid that if you don't go along with it Akane won't agree to wear that swimsuit to the beach. And you've gotta admit that you really want to see her wear that to the beach. So when she hands you another hanger, you just resign yourself to it and step into the dressing room.\n\nThe day of the trip comes and you find yourself on the bus, already in girlform and wearing baggy shorts and a zip-up hoodie. This darn thing was way too much trouble to get into back when you tried it on, no way you're going to attempt to do that in the likely smaller and grungier dressing rooms at the beach. You glance around the bus, noticing that a lot of girls are already blushing and squirming around, and that even their 'over swimsuit' outfits have tended towards the briefer spectrum. Akane herself is sitting next to you wearing a hoodie as well, but her shorts are snugger and tighter, showing off more of her long bare legs and curvy thighs. Of course most of the boys are already in their trunks, some with bare chests and others wearing jackets or t-shirts, but most are clearly enjoying what's already on display and anticipating arrival at the beach.\n\nEventually the busses arrive at the rather remote beach... why it's in the middle of nowhere, you don't know, it's always something with this school. Maybe that idiot principal picked it because it's the most Hawaii-like. Students come pouring out onto the pristine white sands, spreading out into little clumps and groups. And then the girls start getting undressed.\n\nOr, well, stripping might be the better word for it. Because the bikinis and swimsuits being revealed as shirts are pulled off and sweatshorts are dropped are almost more lewd than if the girls had turned out to be naked underneath. Tiny little triangles held in place by what's almost literally floss, transparent straps to create the illusion of nudity from the back, "clip" style bottoms that fit on without straps to cover nothing but the pussy and pucker. Apparently those girls who saw Akane (and maybe you) spread the word. \n\n"Well, c'mon," Akane says, already having discarded her hoodie, large breasts wobbling back and forth as she bends forward and peels down the tight little shorts, revealing her essentially bare ass. She's blushing, but you think there's also an excited heat in her eyes. "Everyone else is, you may as well too."\n\nSwallowing hard, you drop your baggy shorts, then unzip your hoodie and shrug out of it. The bikini she picked out is metallic red (maybe pink, but you prefer to think of it as red), with a small net of strings that comes around from the sides instead of the top to hold on a pair of squares just big enough to cover your nipples, but otherwise leaving the tops and bottoms of your breasts entirely bare. The bottom isn't a lot better, because even though it's not a thong, the back is made of netting, meaning that your own pucker is only hidden by the snugness of the garment pressing your asscheeks together; similarly most of the front of the bottoms is made of netting, only transitioning to the solid metallic pink cloth just in time to cover your slit.\n\nSome of the girls are looking a bit embarrassed, but most actually seem to be enjoying themselves, especially since every other girl there is dressed similarly. There are a couple of them actually covering their chests and crotches with their hands (and just making themselves look more naked in the process), but even more are doing things like striking light poses or finding excuses to stretch and bend over. One girl, who you recognize as normally being painfully shy, has her fists on her hips and her chest jutted out, one foot raised to rest on a rock to make her bikini bottoms dig in and show off that they've actually slipped inside her slit a bit, displaying quite a bit of her outer pussylips to the trio of boys she's talking to.\n\nAll three, of course, have obvious erections. Actually, as you look around, every single boy you see has a blatant, obvious tent in his trunks. They're staring openly, apparently realizing that none of the girls seem interested in rebuking them for their ogling. In fact, you see more than a few male hands brush over bare female asscheeks, and at least one full-on grope from behind that results in giggling rather than punching. Obviously the combination of surf, sand, and slutty swimwear is starting to get to the class within minutes of arrival.\n\n<hr>\n[[You need to get out of here!|FRanX]]\n\n[[You and Akane need to get out of here!|FRanX]]\n\n[[What, and miss this view?|FRanX14x4]]

"Well don't just stand around in there, step out and show me how it looks," you answer.\n\n"W-what?! Come out there in this?!"\n\n"You're gonna be at the beach in it, aren't you? Me and plenty of other people will see you in it there," you point out.\n\n"..." There's a gusty sigh, and then Akane pulls the curtain aside. The sling bikini is blue with gold trim, the straps starting behind her neck and going down the front of her chest, widening just barely enough across the front of her breasts to completely cover her nipples, then thinning out as they continue on down, attaching to a blue triangle that looks like it's just managing to cover her mound. "F-fine. Here. What do you think?"\n\n"... Wow," you answer honestly, eyes widening. That seems to make Akane turn red from the top of her head down to the upper curve of her tits, and she quickly ducks back into the dressing room and yanks the curtain closed. You rub a trickle of blood from under your nose, then glance around. ... There's about six girls from Furinkan standing outside the shop staring in. Akane probably didn't notice them. But as they all go rushing off yammering to each other, you can't help but think that the standard for the beach trip has probably been set.\n\nAkane steps back out after a few minutes, redressed and with the bikini hanger in one hand. "Fine, fine, I'll get it, even if it's perverted. Now I'm picking one out for you!"\n\n"Wha? Me?!" you yelp, pointing at yourself.\n\n"If I'm gonna wear something this embarrassing, you are too!" Akane can't help but look a bit smug as she adds, "Don't forget, you're one of the 'popular girls' too!"\n\n<hr>\n[[But you're going as a guy!|FRanX]]\n\n[[... Fine.|FRanX14x3]]

You swallow hard again as you feel those hands, one from each of your friends, working over your ass. They squeeze, lift, knead, gradually indulging themselves more and more with it. The feeling of having your ass kneaded sends an unexpected thrill all through you, a shiver along your nerves that hits strongest in your pussy, leaving you getting wetter and hotter between your legs.\n\nYou glance around to see if anyone's watching and find that most people are too busy with each other. Swim trunks are already coming off and being tossed aside, eager teenage pricks jutting in the warm summer air and rubbing against exposed asses and hips, or being surrounded by slender fingers or engulfed between glossy lips. You do see a few guys looking at you as you're fondled by Hiroshi and Daisuke... and they're blatantly fondling themselves, rubbing their stiff pricks through their trunks or just going ahead and slipping them out, the sight of them running their fists along their poles as they stare at your displayed body stirring strange, intense feelings in you. You look towards Akane as if seeking one last refuge in this sea of amorous, eager bodies... and see that she's on her knees, bobbing her head along one guy's cock with her hands wrapped around two more.\n\nAs you're staring at your fiancee sucking off another man with a strange mixture of shock and arousal, Hiroshi and Daisuke lift their other hands to start kneading your tits as well, the skimpy little wrap-around top doing effectively nothing to impede their access to stroking, squeezing, and hefting the fat, firm orbs. Your lips part with your quickened breath, eyes heavy-lidded as you look down, watching their fingers sinking into the yielding flesh of your breasts, before glancing up at their faces, seeing the mesmerized looks, the almost glazed appearance of their eyes. Your head is filled with the realization of just how long they've been waiting to get their hands on your girl-form's body, how many nights they must have laid in bed stroking their cocks thinking of you, how many loads they must have spilled wishing they were spilling them inside you.\n\nAs if that fresh, heady rush of thoughts were the last gallon of water needed to break the dam, you moan and tilt your head to the side, Hiroshi's mouth quickly descending on yours, your tongues plunging into each others' mouths. Your hands reach out to the sides, cupping the bulges of your friends' cocks through their swim trunks, feeling the throbbing heat of them through the slick cloth as you rub up and down. You wriggle between the two of them as they play with your body, turning your head to kiss Daisuke for a bit as you slide your hands inside their trunks, tilting your wrists down to nudge the trunks away and let their cocks spring free. As you turn your hands to start really stroking them both, they both in to start kissing and licking at your ears, neck, and shoulders, leaving you moaning and gasping as you pump their pricks and wiggle in their molesting hands.\n\nBoth of their cocks have begun to dribble pre over your fingers when, as if by unspoken agreement, they step back, hands moving to turn you towards Hiroshi and bend you hover at the waist. Daisuke's fingers hook into the back of your bikini bottoms and pull them down... just to the bottom of your hips, just enough to bare your pussy before he steps in and starts pushing into you. You moan and grab Hiroshi's hips for balance as you feel your friend's cock spreading your pussy around it, your moans making it all the easier for Hiroshi to push his own member between your lips. He grabs at your pigtail and uses it as a handle to start fucking your mouth in a similar pace to Daisuke fucking your pussy, leaving you rocking lightly back and forth between them on your feet, moaning and sucking at your friend's prick, your barely-covered tits swaying and wobbling heavily beneath you with your motions.\n\nEarlier this morning you were complaining about having to be in girl form and wear something so revealing because you were a <i>guy</i>, darn it! Now you've got one man's cock pumping into your sodden, dripping pussy while you eagerly suck and lick at another's being stuffed down your throat, and writhe in arousal at the fact that other men are looking on and jerking themselves off as you get fucked. But your teenage brain has been sent into fuck-crazed overdrive by everything, and all it can process is how good it feels when you cum and your pussy squeezes and works around your friend's stiff prick. In fact by the time Daisuke thrusts in deep and starts pumping his load deep into you, and Hiroshi hauls on your pigtail to pull your head back so he can decorate your face with thick splatters of jizz, you're moaning through your fourth orgasm, quivering and eager for more.\n\nHiroshi and Daisuke briefly straighten you up so they can turn you around, then bend you over again. You eagerly wrap your mouth around Daisuke's cock, sucking and licking your own girlcum off of it and rolling your eyes up at him, already begging for his cum with your pretty blue gaze as Hiroshi grabs your hips and starts taking his turn with your pussy. You can feel the warm sun beating down on your skin amidst the pleasure of those cocks pumping into you and your tits swaying heavy beneath you, and hear the cries of seabirds and the roll of the waves mixed with the moans and yowls of a high school orgy (including what sounds like your fiancee saying how much she loves being fucked in the ass). Eventually Daisuke answers your pleading eyes and moans by stuffing his cock balls-deep in your mouth and flooding your throat with his cum, while after the first few spurts of his own deep inside you Hiroshi pulls out, stroking himself and decorating the full curves of your ass with the rest of his own load.\n\nYou're panting and gasping with both exertion and how turned-on you are as Daisuke slips his cock out of your mouth. More... you need more cock...\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay with Hiroshi and Daisuke.|FRanX]]\n\n[[There are other cocks that want you.|FRanX]]

You'd really hate to miss this amazing view of practically every girl in your entire school year arrayed on the beach wearing swimsuits that could best be described as "sluttier than nudity". And Akane's not even getting mad at you for it. Actually as you glance over you notice that Akane's started talking to a couple of guys too, despite her (admittedly rather justified) hatred of most of the other boys at school... she seems to be telling them about how you convinced her to wear a sling bikini, blushing and... consciously or un-... pressing her tits further together with her arms as she sways her shoulders back and forth, her nipples coming dangerously close to sliding out from under the straps.\n\n"Whoa, Ranma, did you talk her into wearing that?"\n\nYou jerk your head away and look up, finding your friends Hiroshi and Daisuke drawing close to stand on either side of you, their eyes fixed on Akane's practically bare backside. Both of them are also sporting (you have to admit, rather impressive) tents while staring at her, which would normally be a reason to start considering places to hide their bodies, but you find you just can't blame them. You'd probably be harder than you've ever been if you were in guy form... actually you feel pretty weird being this turned-on as a girl. Maybe that's why you're feeling a little light-headed, trying to process the feelings of pressure low in your belly, tingling hot-cold across your skin despite the warmth of the sunlight, and the fact that you're really glad the inner lining of these bikini bottoms is pretty absorbant.\n\n"Uh, yeah, sorta," you answer distractedly, squirming a bit in place. \n\n"Well all the other girls must have heard about it and now this is happening," Hiroshi adds, glancing away from Akane towards where a pair of guys and a pair of girls have gotten even more blatant, the guys squeezing and rubbing the girls' bare asses and tugging at the crotches of their thongs, while the girls are writhing and rubbing the guys' thighs.\n\n"Holy crap is it happening," Daisuke murmurs, staring at where the shy girl is now making out with one of her admirers, swirling her tongue with his and fondling his swimsuit-clad cock as the other two guys knead her ass and tits.\n\nYou swallow heavily again. "G-geez, they're... they're gonna get in trouble."\n\n"I haven't seen a single adult or supervisor or anything around," Daisuke notes, before slowly turning towards you. "... You look really amazing too y'know, Ranma."\n\n"Yeah, I've never seen you wear something so sexy before," Hiroshi agrees, turning to face you as well, both of them stepping in closer.\n\nYou squirm as your two male friends flank you, both a fair bit taller than your girl form. You suppose you shouldn't be too surprised when you feel a hand on each of your asscheeks giving them a slow squeeze.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sock 'em one!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Remind them you like girls.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Let it happen.|FRanX14x5]]

No light, no candy, those are the rules. You keep yourself parked on the couch watching a burn victim violently slut-shame teenagers, until you hear something else that you don't think is on the movie soundtrack.\n\n<i>K-spt.</i>\n\nScowling darkly at the somehow unmistakeable sound of an egg smashing on a front door, you get up and head over to one of the front windows to peek out. Sure enough, a handful of costumed figures... probably on the mid- or low teens side by the size of them... is cavorting around on your lawn, tossing rolls of toilet paper, one of them holding an egg carton. Dammit, they were just looking for an excuse, and you not answering the door gave them one!\n\n<hr>\n[[Rush out to dispense justice!|BuddyOct21x1]]\n\n[[It's kind of late at night for justice.|BuddyOct17x4]]\n

"Er, h-hey, why don't I, y'know, go ahead and go to some other houses to sell while you do that?" you murmur, unable to help glancing down.\n\nKevin gives you a brief look of 'Are you crazy?' but when Errana smiles at him and gives her shoulders a slight shift, making her breasts shimmy gently, his eyes light up and he nods. "Yeah, yeah sure man, you go ahead, I'll keep Miss Errana here company."\n\nNodding a bit dejectedly, you turn and scamper off down the walk, glancing back as the door closes behind the strange, huge-breasted woman and your friend. Well, obviously you're not going to carry on this weird scheme all on your own, probably better to just go home. You head back to the public bathroom you got changed in before, and then back home once you're done there. All the while you fret over whether you made the right decision. Will Kevin be okay without you? Were you right to leave? Are you an idiot for skipping out on a potentially amazing (and lewd) experience of a lifetime?\n\nEventually you assure yourself that Kevin is way savvier, stronger, and in general more capable than you are, and there's probably not going to be anything more interesting going on than her showing him some slides from her vacation or whatever it is older people do to entertain themselves when they have a captive audience. So you have a mostly normal rest of your day, greeting your mother and heading upstairs to play on your computer, eventually having dinner and going back upstairs to... play on your computer.\n\nIt's getting on into the evening when you realize you haven't really heard from Kevin. You'd have expected if anything good happened he'd have called to brag and to tease you for missing it, and if anything bothersome or bad happened to complain about you ditching him. You pick up your phone and open the contacts list, then hesitate at tapping Kevin's entry. You kind of don't want to put up with either of those options if you don't really have to... but on the other hand you do want to make sure he's okay.\n\n<hr>\n[[Call him.|QOKev1x2]]\n\n[[Don't.|QOKev]]

"And just what do you mean by that?" Hawker demands archly as you begin subtly flicking your fingers and letting out a long breath, urging your machines into gear, sucking up the vapor you exhale and mixing it with Catalyst and other chemicals to enhance its effects. "Are you one of those 'traditionalist' terrorists? I'll have you know, there are a great many drawbacks to the whole notion of the family unit, and I'm not afraid to PFWAH!" She almost yelps as you hit her in the face with a long stream of dark purple vapor that has her coughing. "Gah! What is this, it's like mildew and antiseptic and-"\n\nHer eyes widen, and you can see her pupils contract as she takes a shaky step back from you. "What's wrong, Professor?" you say smoothly, flicking a finger to set the timbre of the speakers to one with more bass. You've got them calibrated so that they'll jive more closely with brainwaves, especially altered ones, and you can see her start to tremble a little in place. "You look scared."\n\n"I am <i>not</i> scared of you!" she snaps back, though the slight shake in her voice makes the words rather unconvincing. "I'm... I'm going to call campus security and have you removed!" she adds, eyes darting back and forth.\n\n"Are you?" You let out a longer exhale, and then vent the cloud in a heavy, thick fog that almost fills the section of hallway... the actual active ingredients are far more dispersed, but you want to go for the visual effect as you switch the glowing elements of your outfit to red, Hawker's eyes widening further as she shakes. "Actually, you seem too frightened to move. Your legs are trembling, your mouth is dry," you continue as you slowly begin to advance, a nimbus of red light surrounding you in the smokey hallway. "And yet your body feels so alive, so sensitive, the adrenaline pumping through you from the fear making you feel excited, your face flushed and hot, your nipples stiff, your pussy wet..."\n\nShe lurches back from you as you step forward again, toppling backward and landing on her ass, winding up crab-scuttling backwards before you as she tries to get away, only to bump up against the wall. She whimpers as you stand over her, a wet spot starting to grow on the carpet between her legs. "P-please... please, don't, please, please..."\n\n"The only way to deal with your fear, Professor, is to give in to it," you intone, standing with your relaxed posture above her, though you can only imagine that to her that just emphasizes how sure you are in your power to destroy her at any moment. "To admit that you are powerless. To admit that you are weak and nothing, and that your only option is to obey me as your master."\n\nShe's breathing hard, her lips parted and terror written all over her face, wisps of hair having escaped her bun and drifted down along her cheeks and forehead. But after only a moment, she nods emphatically, blurting out, "Yes, yes, alright, I admit it, I'm powerless, I'm worthless, I'm, I'm nothing, I'm a speck!" She clasps her hands in front of her, whimpering as she looks up at you. "Just, please don't... don't!"\n\nYou smile beneath your mask. Perfect. You stoked her fear response and directed it all on yourself, leaving her impressionable and desperate... giving her an 'out' of total submission as a way to save herself from some unspecified doom had her latching onto it like a drowning person grabbing a life vest. "Alright, Elizabeth," you continue, actually using her given name, making her shudder at your apparent power (even though it's written on her badge). "I won't do anything to you. As long as you continue to obey me without question. Forever."\n\n"I will, I will!" she whimpers, obviously desperate as she squirms in place in a puddle of her own fear-piss, knees pressing together as she trembles with a mixture of continued fear and relief.\n\nGood, you've successfully tested your gear and shown that the combination of gas and psychological tactics works. You'll have to wait and see how thoroughly the conditioning holds longterm, but obviously that's what continued testing is. Now, to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-spread the effect.|GasGwyn]]\n\n[[-have some fun terrorizing your victim some more.|GasGwyn]]

"We'll stay together," both of you say almost at once, making you twitch, then give yourself a wry grin.\n\n"Okay, good, that's good, I think you're making a good decision!" Celest says, nodding eagerly. "Alright, then, I guess the question becomes <i>where</i> you want to stay together." When she notices that she has four identical eyes looking at her expectantly, she continues. "Basically, you two could [[stay with me|GGAlien]]. This happens sometimes among us, and so does bringing in willing aliens to live, so you wouldn't face any real discrimination or problems. Besides, you can always just spend most of your time here with me on the ship! It's got pretty much all the amenities, and I could just have it take a few years to get us back to my planet so the two of you will have some time to adjust."\n\n"Stay with you," you murmur thoughtfully.\n\n"As in, never go back to Earth," the other you says with a bit of a frown. "Since I don't see how we could."\n\n"You could [[go back to Earth|GGAlien2x5]] if you want to," Celest asserts, making both of you look at her suspiciously. "There's a piece of technology we use when we're undercover on alien planets, it usually helps smooth over any inconsistencies with backstories we tell, things like that. I could tweak a pair of them to be a bit stronger, and you could just tell people, even people you know, that you're twins and always have been, and they'll sort of convince themselves it's true."\n\n"No way," both of you snort in unison, and after a second you raise a hand and put it over your mouth, the other you nodding and being the one to say, "There's no way that'd work on my... our parents, is there?"\n\n"It would, definitely," the alien insists. "As long as you keep stories about your past as believable, consistent, and close to the truth as possible, the influence of the device will get them to make themselves believe. Even something like having twins. People's minds are already capable of self-deception, this device just sort of enhances and focuses that. It's illegal to use for purposes other than research on a non-ascended world, but I'd risk it in this case since this is obviously a needful situation. It's just a matter of you two deciding what you'd do."\n\nYou share a long look with yourself, pondering. You're fairly sure that at this point both of you will come to the same conclusion. What you decide is almost certainly what she'll decide, so what do you want to do?

"What?" Lauriel's face pales again... and the paleness continues downward, her whole body starting to lose color. "No!" she cries out, even as she tucks her other hand between her legs and begins masturbating more furiously, her body writhing more slowly than before.\n\n"That's right!" you chirp. "Hold out as long as you can, but the moment you cum, it will be the biggest orgasm you've ever had in your life... and that's what'll trigger the final transformation!"\n\n"Noooo!" the elf howls in dismay, a thread of slutty desire lacing the cry as she begins fucking her hips towards her fingers. Despite her twitching and obvious attempts to pull away, she just can't help herself, continuing to work her pussy shamelessly with both hands, shoving fingers at it or working her clit frantically. Drool runs down her chin, her head tossing and bucking. Obviously without thinking she gets up onto the balls of her feet, bending her legs and then starting to thrust her hips towards her fingers... and you. It couldn't be any more obvious that she's pleading to be fucked more shamelessly than a bitch in heat.\n\n"Please, please, stop, no, don't do it, or at least fuck me," Lauriel whines pathetically, tossing her head and arching her back, full tits lifted high as she cries out. "FUCK MEEEEEE!" she adds in a desperate howl, losing more and more of her elven dignity by the moment. \n\nFinally she can't hold back any longer, and with a thrust of her hips the orgasm begins slamming through her as she shrieks in animal glee. Even as grey color begins spreading outward from her cunt, passing over her fingers and down her thighs, stiffening her body permanently into its fully-displayed, begging-to-be-fucked posture, she raises her head and looks down her body. Her tongue is lolling out, lips curved in a trembling, moronic smile, her eyes rolled up some and a brainless giggle escaping her open mouth. And that expression of completely idiotic and graceless pleasure is the one forever frozen on her face as the line of grey stone sweeps up over her tits, neck, and head, her golden hair becoming the same slightly rough grey rock as the rest of her but serving well to hold her head up. Good... you wouldn't want it to fall off and go rolling away, losing that lovely 'mindless slut' look.\n\n"I guess tomorrow morning, I'll have to go take a look at <i>my</i> new garden," you declare with a smirk, moving to lift the statue off the bed. "And decide just where 'Portrait of an Elf Whore' should go."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|MeanLove3axEnd]]

Really it's just such a relief to pull off your t-shirt and drop it to the floor, followed by the simple bra you were wearing under it, baring your perky teenage tits to your Master's pale gaze. Your nipples are almost painfully hard, aching for his touch, actually seeming to stiffen a little further just at the feel of those intense eyes on them. Your fingers are trembling a little as you unbutton and unzip your jeans, pushing them and your panties down (a line of wetness briefly connecting the cloth and your soaked lower lips), ass shaking in the air as you hook off your socks and boots as well. You stand naked in the hazy air, feeling it warm and almost caress-like on your skin as he calmly peruses you, your mother looking over with an expression of pride on her face.\n\n"Now, on all fours," Master says evenly. "And crawl to me. Slowly."\n\nYou nod, slowly sinking down to your knees and then leaning forward onto your hands, making your way towards him, the pace giving you plenty of time to watch his legs slowly, gracefully part, to look at the fall of that thin cloth over the large bulge beneath. To feel the carpet under your hands and knees and shins, feeling the little dribbles down your thighs shift and move with your motions, the heat of the perfumed air pulled between your parted lips.\n\n"You understand that I own you now, don't you?" Master says evenly as he watches you approach.\n\n"Yes," you agree in a soft, dreamy tone, almost moaning at the acknowledgement.\n\n"And that your entire reason for living or existing is to obey me and pleasure my cock," he prompts, face still calm and composed as he watches you move between his legs alongside your mother.\n\n"Yes, Master," you moan back, shivering. At his prompting stare, you repeat back, "I only live to obey you... I only live for your cock."\n\n"Good." He turns his head slightly to look at your mother. "Instruct her, slave."\n\n"Yes, master," your mother coos, bringing a hand up briefly to lift his loincloth and shift it to the side, revealing his large, pale white cock and balls. He's completely hairless, and yet there's little question of his maturity or masculinity, the shaft thick and long, the sack heavy, a definite heady musk infusing your nose through the scents already in the air. He's still soft, as if to emphasize that having two naked women kneeling before him and vowing that they live only for his cock was a mere trifle, of no consequence. "Here, darling, like this," your mother whispers, leaning in to drag her tongue up over one of Master's balls, opening her mouth wide as she does and then leaning in towards the top of the lick, pressing her lips to the soft white skin and suckling as she moves back down. She lets her lips part from it close to the bottom, rolling her tongue over it repeatedly, before glancing at you. "Like that, make sure to use your whole mouth, worship him with everything you have."\n\nYou slowly lean in, until you're sure Master can feel your soft, panted breaths on his skin. Your tongue trembles a little as you stick it out, but at the taste of him on your tongue any and all remaining thoughts of independence or living for your own sake evaporate. You moan softly, quivering in a small orgasm as you copy your mother's earlier motions, feeling the soft skin wrinkle and the heavy orb beneath shift as you drag your tongue upwards and then lean in, letting your lips press to it in a wide, open-mouthed kiss with your tongue rolling and flicking. You slide downward along it, rolling your eyes up to gaze on the face of your god, watching as he looks down at you with the distant, mild affection an aristocrat gives a purpose-trained animal.\n\nYou suck and lick at the left side while your mother works over the right, her lips and tongue occasionally parting from Master's skin to whisper soft instructions that you hasten to obey. You continue to look up at his face as she orders you, making sure that he can see the submission, the worship in your eyes, the adoration on your face as you lavish attention on his balls. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his cock gradually, slowly hardening, rising up from its draped position, and you long to stare at it, wonder at it, knowing that you'd probably cum just from looking at your very purpose in life. But you also want to be a good little obedient slave for Master, and so you keep your blue eyes fixed on his face, always gazing up at him as your tongue and lips work over his sack alongside your mother's more experienced ministrations. \n\nEventually, perhaps prompted by some cue you're not a good enough slave to pick up on yet, your mother moves up to start kissing around the base of Master's cock. Deciding that means you're meant to follow along, you lean up to do so as well, moaning softly at actually being allowed to touch Master's shaft with your lips finally. Her verbal instruction is fewer and further between now, leaving you mostly to follow her by example, giving soft sucking kisses all up and down along the thick shaft, giving short, rolling licks, sucking at the silk-smooth skin over that rock hard flesh. Of course in the process your lips and tongue brush over your mother's quite a bit, but your focus remains on Master's cock, the most important thing in the world. Eventually your mother draws back some, a hand moving up your bare back and to the back of your head, guiding you upward. You roll your tongue around the head of Master's cock, then slide your lips down over it, feeling your mother's fingers clench gently, but firmly, into your hair. Her hand guides you in your movements, urging you down, voice purring out, "Relax your throat, baby, let our Master claim it" as you reflexively gag a little. But between your eagerness to obey and the pressure of your mother's hand, soon you're sliding further and further down each time, letting him deeper inside, letting him spread open and penetrate. Your mother leans in close to you, cooing and murmuring encouragingly as she helps you fuck your throat onto the magnificent prick, her breasts pressing against you as her free hand rubs at the front of your throat, stroking the bulge the Master's cock makes in it.\n\nYou lose track of how long you spend deep-throating your Master, your only thought about how your entire reason for existing keeps sliding between your lips and down your throat until your nose is pressed firmly against his crotch. Over and over again you suck it deep into your throat, swallowing and gulping around it, your naked body writhing gently under your mother's touches and caresses as your puffy pussy drips onto the floor. But at some unspoken signal, your mother finally pulls your head up, taking hold of your shoulders and guiding you to stand up, both of you moving around behind the couch where a sort of standalone bed rests, no headboard or footboard, just a large square to fuck on. You're trembling with excitement as your mother urges you to lay back on it and lays down beside you, turning her head to smile over at you as she entwines her fingers with yours. Then you're looking up as the Master looms over you, his strong hands lifting your legs and pulling you into position. And then you're moaning, cumming almost the instant he starts pushing inside you, your hips bucking and pussy clenching as he nevertheless slides deeper and deeper inside, spreading you wide, claiming your virginity, claiming your everything. That first penetration is long and slow, letting you feel every bit of him sliding deep into you, making sure that you know he irrevocably owns your cunt along with the rest of you. And then he begins to <i>fuck</i> you, short, smooth, powerful strokes that rock your body and make your perky teenage tits jiggle. You cry out repeatedly, arching your back and squeezing your mother's hand as the two of you's owner uses you to pleasure himself, drives home that you're his property, claims you forever.\n\nYour pleasure-glazed eyes look up at the Master, drinking in the slight smug smirk on his pretty lips, another climax shuddering through you at the cold heat in his pale eyes, knowing that he's reveling in how superior he is to you, how much more powerful and important, your pussy fluttering at the thought of being his plaything as you were meant to be. And he just keeps fucking you, and fucking you, as you cum repeatedly, your body twisting and bucking as he fucks your previously virgin pussy to orgasm after orgasm. And then your mother is pulling away, hand disengaging from yours... only for her leg to swing over your head as she settles to her knees, her bare-shaven, dripping pussy practically touching your mouth, it and her obviously well- and regularly-fucked asshole filling your field of view. "Pleasure her. I want to see it," your Master orders you gravely.\n\n<hr>\n[[Obey to obey.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Obey enthusiastically.|GGParent7x4]]

Devious World (alpha 50)

Even if what Kevin says is true and you're in some sort of dark, empty version of the world, there has to be something you can do! At the very least you want to avoid your corrupted former friend for as long as possible! The question is, how?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try the back door.|QOKev1x7]]\n\n[[Hide in the basement.|QOKev]]\n\n[[Use your head.|QOKev]]

Deciding that maybe you won't enter that particular magical realm, you flip to the next page to look at the female names. As you do a wave of vertigo washes over you, causing you to stumble and drop the book. You don't hear it hit the floor, but you do hear the clatter of your hooves on the ground.\n\nWait... hooves?\n\nYou blink repeatedly as everything comes back into focus from your vision swimming. You're no longer in a library... instead you're standing amidst trees at the side of a hard-packed dirt road. Birds are chirping and the sun is shining. You look down at yourself and stare... the first thing you see, since it's hard to see anything else past them, are a pair of immense bare breasts. Your breasts. They're bigger than your head! You lift them up with both hands, feeling them pillow in your hands slightly despite how firm and proud they are. You take more notice of your arms once the shock wears off, seeing that they're tan and muscular. You look over your shoulder and... yup. You have a horse's ass. Or rather, a horse's lower body, starting just below your human waist, a deep black hide with a blue-streaked tail. You reach up to pat at your hair... it's longer than it used to be, a thick, well, mane of it, but is still black with blue tips. The only thing you seem to have on you is a quiver and bow, the strap holding both slung across your upper body and going between your huge tits.\n\nYou're a centaur.\n\n"... Well," you murmur, stamping a hoof thoughtfully and looking down at yourself. "That's a hell of a thing."\n\nYour ears perk up some (they're now long and backswept, sort of like an anime elf's) at a sound coming down the road. More equines. Or rather, you realize as you squint an impressively long way down the road, a band of adventurers. At the sight of them, a sudden surge of something aggressive wells up inside you... you want to attack! You want to drive right at them, destroy them all, pillage their gear!\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it!|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[No, an ambush is better!|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Whoa gurl, slow your roll.|GGCentaur1x2]]

"Thanks! Okay, just step into this tube, it'll take you to the fast travel delivery drone that will get you where you need to go."\n\n"What, I'm just... going out?" You blink at that. "No training, no briefing? ... No gun?"\n\n"We don't issue our agents guns, there's too many variables there when it comes to the covert side of things. You'll have your knockout and taser darts, and if you need a more lethal weapon there's always the possibility of acquiring one on-site. There's no time for training, according to the bosses, so yeah, you're getting thrown into the deep end. Just don't panic, keep your head, listen closely, think creatively, and Boss will brief you on the way."\n\nNodding a bit dubiously, you step into the small, tube-shaped elevator, which quickly zips downward with lights flashing past you. In only a few seconds the door opens to show a room with a dull black thing about seven feet long, with four upright-turned turbines poking out from the sides of it. You're unable to help thinking that it looks a bit like a cross between a stealth bomber and a dildo as you climb up the side and into the open top, settling in and gripping the two handles on either side of your head, trying not to feel claustrophobic as the top closes over you and dim green internal lighting comes up. You only have the faintest sense of motion though as it starts to move, and then a holographic screen of Handler's face pops up in front of you.\n\n"Alright, Agent Cyan, this high speed drone will set you down near the insertion point in roughly twenty minutes. Before then I'll give you a basic rundown of the situation and your mission. Your target is a tank of AEA-9979, codename 'Anti-Pax'." Handler's image slides to the side, the rest of the screen filling with chemical diagrams and progress reports. "Anti-Pax was developed as an anti-personnel chemical weapon. It causes complete and total mindless aggression, a murderous psychotic state that can last for an extended period. The idea was that it could be used against dug-in targets on the battlefield, inspiring them to turn on each other and thin out their own numbers."\n\n"Or dump it on enemy civilian population centers as the ultimate terror weapon," you note sourly.\n\n"Which isn't the sort of thing that you want to say when you're going before congress for funding, but someone eventually did just that and the project was shuttered hard. Everything related to Anti-Pax was supposed to be destroyed, but one of the scientists working on it, Antonia Marks, was seduced by this man, Dmitri Asparadakopf." Now a pair of faces come up, one of a pretty, blue-eyed blonde woman in glasses and a lab coat, and a grizzled, stubble-headed man with an extremely distinctive scar and a dramatic scowl. "Our intel says that Dmitri has gotten Antonia to recreate Anti-Pax for him, and it looks like they probably have enough to blanket an entire city."\n\n"What city, though?" you ask, frowning thoughtfully. "The whole thing about weapons like that is that you have to be able to launch them. Wouldn't he only be a threat to anyone within missile range of his hideout?"\n\n"Your mother was right, you're good at thinking these things out. Yes, normally you'd be right, most chemical weapons are limited in use, and if it were a normal chemical weapon then Dmitri would not be nearly such a big threat. The problem is the exact issue that got the program shut down by congress... that Doctor Marks was working on a new method of distribution." The images are now replaced by a wireframe rendered illustration as Handler explains. "Through a chemical process, Anti-Pax can be rendered into small, inert crystals, relatively safe to handle with gloves and a surgical mask. It could then be seeded into clouds to induce rain... even a fleet of small drones like you could buy in almost any store, slightly modified, would be able to carry a load into the cloud layer and drop it. The Anti-Pax remains inert inside the rain as it falls and coats surfaces, but as the rain begins to dry and evaporate, becomes gaseous again. In aerosol form, Anti-Pax is molecularly dense enough to slip through clothing, normal seals, even gas masks. Virtually no one would be safe, especially as those affected by it frenzied and smashed their way through whatever few defenses could protect against it, like tightly airflow-sealed office buildings."\n\n"So basically a form that's <i>only</i> useful for attacking civilian populations."\n\n"A pure and utter tool of terror, and one that Dmitri could deploy almost anywhere in the world that he wished. He's been a mercenary for most of his adult life, we're not entirely certain whether he's gone out on his own or if he's working for someone else. But that's a question for another time... for now, your mission is to get inside his bunker, find the Anti-Pax, and neutralize it with a chemical agent devised by Fuchsia. Once we're certain that his stock of Anti-Pax is destroyed, we should have long enough to devise a proper strategy to have a strike team go in and capture him and Marks. Now, I want to stress, Cyan, that is your <i>only</i> task... Dmitri is extremely dangerous, and Marks shouldn't be discounted either, geniuses can take a strange turn when they finally step off the straight and narrow. Taking them down, or out as necessary, should be left to agents with more formal training and experience. All you need to do is get in, get to the tank, hook up the nullifier, and get back out. Myself, Fuchsia, and your mother will all be available over your comms to give you advice or answer your questions."\n\nThere's a faint thud as the sense of motion ceases, and the top of the drone slides open. You clamber out, and a panel on the side of it opens up and extends a drawer with a small silver cylinder with a belt clip inside. As you take it, Fuchsia's voice says, "Alright, Cyan, I've been able to acquire a general set of schematics for Asparadakopf's bunker. It's sealed up pretty tight, but there are two separate air vents about fifty feet apart. You need to go in the one that will be on your right when you're facing away from our delivery drone."\n\n"I've seen systems a lot like these before, dear," your mother speaks up as you approach the pair of large circular vents that sit slightly raised from the ground. "Alright, the sequence is really very simple. You check the panels and screws for sensors, disable those with the cloud spray from your belt, lift the grate from the left side, drop an EMP pellet down the side of the shaft, and then drop down."\n\n"Okay, I've got it," you say with a nod as you look at the grates. Alright, that was-\n\n<hr>\n[[Vent on the left while facing away, check the panels and screws for sensors, disable those with cloud spray, lift the grate from the right side, drop an EMP pellet.|GGSpy]]\n\n[[Vent on the right while facing away, check the panels and screws for sensors, disable those with an EMP pellet, lift the grate from the left side, drop a cloud spray.|GGSpy1cx1]]\n\n[[Vent on the right while facing away, check the panels for sensors, disable those with cloud spray, lift the grate from the left side, drop an EMP pellet.|GGSpy]]\n\n[[Vent on the right while facing towards, check the panels and screws for sensors, disable those with cloud spray, lift the grate from the left side, drop an EMP pellet.|GGSpy]]

"So you're sure this is the place?" the officer asked with a frown.\n\n"Yes, this is definitely the last place they were reported seen, one of the neighbors even noticed them going inside," one of the pair of men accompanying him answered, frowning deeply.\n\n"If this perverted creep has done anything to my Felicity," the other growled, clenching his fists.\n\n"Well, that seems unlikely, sir, a single woman lives here," the officer replied. And his favorite blogger, for that matter, he realized after a glance at the information on his job phone. "So it's possible she's in danger too. Just keep calm and we'll check things out, alright?" Really, having a pair of emotional fathers along on this call was the last thing he wanted, but the situation at the station had been so tense it had seemed the only way to keep things from exploding. Hopefully the girls had just stayed out way too late at a party they'd found and would show up soon, but for now it had to be checked out. He walked up to the door and knocked. "Hello?" Ringing the bell as the men behind him fidgeted, the officer then knocked again. "Police, is anyone home?"\n\nHe wasn't sure if what he had necessarily constituted probable cause, but on a whim he tried the handle, and blinked a little as the door opened easily. Glancing at the missing girls' fathers, he rested a hand on the grip of his gun and undid the fastener as he stepped in. "Ma'am, this is the police, I'm entering your residence since the door is unlocked and I need to ascertain your safety." With the other two trailing behind him, he walked through the entryway... and all of them stopped in shock.\n\n"Is that a... pumpkin patch?" Selina's father said in shock, staring around.\n\n"Broken right through the floor? Is she some sort of... Halloween nut?" Felicity's father blurted.\n\nThat might have been an apt description of Holly, the officer mused, but this was still pretty strange. The three of them wandered forward, distracted from the immediate and more pressing concern by the oddity of the sight. There were three particularly large pumpkins in the patch, each one easily as big as a person, though one was a bit larger than the other two, with a few other, more normally-sized pumpkins scattered at the base of them. The fathers wandered away, until one made a bit of a noise. "Hey, this one has something that looks kind of like a..."\n\n"Er... yeah, this one too."\n\nThe officer wondered what they meant, until he spotted it himself on the largest pumpkin. It looked like... a vagina. Tucked right between two of the ridges on the pumpkin's outer rind. The outside was orange and waxy like the rest of the pumpkin's skin, but it looked like it was pink and moist on the inside. He shifted a little uncomfortably... the sight of that pussy suddenly somehow made the pumpkin extremely reminiscent of a woman in a tits-down-ass-up position, with the thick vines vaguely reminding him of spread legs and clutching arms, and the two fat pumpkins down at the base of it looking like the tits. It was at a perfect angle and height, beckoning, inviting...\n\n'I'm gonna fuck that pumpkin.'\n\nThe thought was ridiculous, nonsensical, but the moment he had it he was acting on it. He unzipped and drew out his aching prick, moving up to rest a hand on the waxy rind of the pumpkin's skin, rubbing his dick against the smoothness of it a bit before pushing into the pink pumpkin pussy and its glossy orange outer lips, letting out a shameless moan as it surrounded him. In the back of his mind, some shred of rationality pestered him to wonder what the missing girls' fathers would think of him suddenly deciding to stick his cock in a gourd instead of looking for their daughters... except that they too were already balls-deep in the other pumpkin-pussies, already humping away, grunting and huffing as they fucked. The officer groaned and rested both hands on the pumpkin's smooth-puckered exterior, rubbing at it as he began working his hips, pumping himself into the pumpkin's slick, glossy cunt, feeling a strange mixture of the slick, gripping texture of a woman's inner walls and the clinging, seed-coated string-guts of a pumpkin.\n\nHe had no way of knowing that he was finally getting to fuck the attractive blonde whose blog he read mostly because he was enchanted by the selfies she included with it, nor would he ever, just as the other two would never know that they were spraying the first of several loads of the day inside their daughters. Nor did they yet know that they would from then on be compelled to return to the abandoned (and ever more claimed by the pumpkin patch) house every Halloween night, their cocks stiff and balls aching, eager to spend the entire night taking turns fucking those tight pumpkin-pussies with the gathering of other men who had ever wandered into the house and been compelled just as they had.\n\n<b>Pumpkin Punch</b> end - <i>A very sincere pumpkin patch</i>

Whoa. You take a deep breath, then let it out slowly, your bare breasts moving with the motion. Where the hell did that come from? Well, you guess you are technically a monster race now... maybe they're just naturally driven to attack adventurers or something. Would explain all the nigh-suicidal goblins in various adventures.\n\nNo, these are the first people you're meeting in this brand new world. And whether you're stuck here forever or can find a way back, you're probably going to need help. Stepping out from the shadows and onto the road, you start ambling toward them, trying not to be distracted by the weird feeling of walking on four feet or the sound of your hooves clopping on the dirt. Eventually you come into view, and see at least one crossbow being drawn. You slowly raise your hands up to the sides, keeping them well away from your bow and quiver. "Hey! I come in peace!" you call. "Don't shoot!"\n\nThe crossbow still remains raised as you approach. You can pick out details of them for quite awhile before you think they can tell you're much more than a centaur. The biggest one is a massive male covered in glimmering black-striped copper scales, with a draconic head, not wearing much more than a flap of fur and some boots and gauntlets. Another is a purple-haired woman with red skin and horns, wearing black and red robes. The one with the crossbow looks like a halfling, and judging from how eye-gouging his clothes are, probably a bard. The last is another woman who's an odd mix of slender and heavily muscled, wearing black leather pants and a stomach-baring top of the same, bands of knives strapped around her thighs, her skin a pale green color. All watch you dubiously as you trot up.\n\n"What do you want, centaur?" the dragonborn hisses, narrowing his dark yellow eyes at you.\n\n"Not to fight." You come to a stop, prancing in place just a bit. You notice they're all staring... you're not sure if a friendly centaur or your bare breasts are what's such a sight. "Actually, I've been looking for a band of people like yourselves. Go about, find some jobs, make some coin," you suggest, trying to keep it general enough that you're not assuming they're either do-gooders or villains.\n\n"You? A centaur?" the tiefling snorts, narrowing her own glowing red eyes. "You want to join up with a party that's likely headed towards civilization?"\n\nYou glance around at them all, then shrugs. "... If I was, it looks like this would be the party to do it with, right?" \n\nThat gives them a start, and they exchange glances... before the halfling bursts into laughter, setting down his crossbow across his saddle so that he can applaud. "Well said, my dear, well said! She's got you there, Amana!"\n\n"I suppose I can't really argue with that," the tiefling agrees with a long-suffering sigh, but then smiling. "If you've a hankering to join this band of misfits, I suppose I can't say you wouldn't fit in. Would you be willing to sign a magically binding contract to agree to your good intentions?"\n\n"Sure," you answer with another shrug. You have no intention of betraying them, why not?\n\n"Very well. As was just said, I am Amana Juliara, a warlock by teaching. The halfling who is nevertheless riding a horse is Bane Billingsbrook, bard of the harp. My large scaley friend is Thurkar, and behind us is Shae Shadow, a woman of many skills. We do, as you say, ride about looking for jobs that pay coin, and hopefully ones that help innocent people with problems in the process."\n\nOh good, a good-leaning party, or at least that's the mission statement. "I'm Cyan, um, Bluehoof. A centaur archer, if it wasn't obvious," you add, grinning just a bit sheepishly. \n\n"A bit more ranged ability wouldn't hurt this party. Here." Amana digs in a pouch on her belt for a moment before pulling out a folded-up paper, passing it over along with a quill. "If you're serious, sign here. I advise reading it first."\n\nYou do so. The language is precise but not overly complicated... no stealing from the party, no betraying the other members for your own gain, must make good faith efforts to save the others' lives if they're in peril. All gear split into even shares plus one share for a party fund, with exceptions for gear that one party member would obviously need over the others. Seems pretty fair, so you sign your newly-assumed fantasy name and pass it back. Amana looks at the signature for a moment, then nods and tucks the contract away again. "Well then, it is settled. Cyan Bluehoof, welcome to the Misfits."\n\n"Ah, y'know," Shae speaks up for the first time. "I've got an old chain shirt just sitting in my pack. It's enchanted so it'll... resize. Just if... you'd like to get started on some armor."\n\nOh, clothes, whew. Or is it 'oh, clothes, ew'? Part of you seems to actively rebel against the idea of covering up, a nasty shudder running through part of your mind. The rest of you wouldn't mind covering up at all, especially with something that could keep all this pretty tan skin intact.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GGCentaur1x3]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGCentaur]]

"I don't think it's a small thing at all," you say quietly. "It's you trying to show that same kindness and generosity they showed you. You saw that I had nothing in the world but my weapon and you gave of yourself to help me get started on my new life." You smile as she looks up at you with wide eyes again. "Where I come from we call that 'paying it forward'. When someone does something good for you, you don't just accept it and go on, you try to do something good for the next person in need you come across. And then they're shown how it's better to help people too. Paying it forward is how the world becomes a better place, so don't pass it off as no big deal."\n\n"Make the world a better place?" Shae gives a soft laugh, half bitter, half wondering. "Me? Are you kidding?"\n\n"Why not you?"\n\n"Because I'm..." She trails off, glancing aside.\n\n"Why not you, Shae? You already started with me. You've just gotta keep going."\n\nThe half-orc is quiet for a long time. But finally she nods. "... I guess you're right. What Bane and Amana did for me... it's not something that stops there on that day. It's something I... try to live up to every day. And I guess the best way to do that is to... pay it forward."\n\nYou grin and nod. Shae nods back, and again you're fairly sure you see her blush. "Uh, hey, do you think you'd mind if I came over there and... sat with you?"\n\n"Hm? Nah, c'mon over."\n\nShe nods, standing and moving around the fire, settling down beside you. The two of you listen to the fire crackling and watch the woods together in silence for awhile. Eventually you feel a pressure against your side, and glance down to find the half-orc leaning against you, using your horse lower half as a rest. You grin, trying not to move and disturb her, since you're fairly sure she doesn't quite realize she's doing it.\n\nWhen Thurkar emerges for his turn on watch, it's to find Shae asleep against you, with you looking at the woods watchfully. He stares in obvious shock, but once you grin and raise a finger to your lips, he just shrugs and moves to take a seat. Not much later, Shae awakens and glances around... then makes a strangled squeaking sound before scurrying into her tent. Thurkar gives a snort that you think is a laugh. "Younglings."\n\n"How young is she?" you ask curiously. "I mean, she's pretty tall and fairly developed," you add with a gesture to your own chest... bumping against the halfway point of the upper curves of your breasts. "... For a humanoid."\n\n"Ha. No doubt she's an adult, but a youngling all the same," he answers in a philosophical tone. "Grew up tough. City streets can make you tough, just like life on plains. But different. Way I grew up, had many people to speak to. Thoughts to express. Discussions to have. Feelings. That one, has no one, nothing, maybe some master who does nothing but tell her 'go there, steal this, or it is a beating'. No matter how many years on her, that one's life began when Amana and Bane came into it. Youngling."\n\nYou nod thoughtfully, and a little sadly at that, wondering a little guiltily at all the angsty backstories you've given characters over the years. Was it possible that somewhere out there, in a world like this one, they actually had to live through all that stuff you so casually wrote? With those slightly troubled thoughts, you lean against your own lower half's back and get some sleep.\n\nThe next morning, once breakfast is had and you're on the road again, you ask Amana, "So where are we going, exactly?"\n\n"A village called Janalla. It's another day and a half or so away," she answers. "There are some tribes of orcs that live nearby that routinely harass them, and the village has generally dealt with it, but apparently recently it's become far worse. They've put out a call to hire mercenaries or soldiers to help them."\n\nYou notice that Shae's expression has darkened, and that for much of the day after that she hangs back, riding behind the rest of you. You can imagine several reasons, but have no idea which is the actual one making her act this way. Once camp is made that night, though, she speaks up. "Um... I'll go ahead and take first watch again."\n\n"Are you sure?" Amana asks with a blink. "It's Bane's turn, dear."\n\n"No, I don't mind," Shae replies, trailing off into a murmur and glancing down.\n\nThurkar gives a soft, rumbling chuckle, and Amana looks at him, then at you. Then she smiles. "Well, if you want to."\n\nOnce the others have turned in, Shae this time settles in next to you and leans against your side almost immediately. But this time she stares pensively into the flames, hugging her legs again. Obviously thinking about arriving in this village, or this job, is troubling her. But is it best to ask, or let her broach the subject on her own...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Talk.|GGCentaur1x6]]\n\n[[Wait for her.|GGCentaur]]

You sigh a little as you resolve to try and work out a good relationship with the old Sandra's friends. You can't go back to being shy and withdrawn like you were before, but at the same time you can't just act like you're just borrowing this body or this life... you've got to deal with the old baggage it comes with, and hopefully make that work out for you. So you reply to some of the texts, agreeing to meet up with two of Sandra's... your... friends, then calling up the chauffeur for a ride.\n\nA little bit later you're sitting in an exclusive, upscale patisserie (fancy word for 'dessert restaurant' as far as you can tell) with two girls who are... well. You'd use the term 'best friends' but as noted the old Sandra didn't really like much of anybody. Her two closest social acquaintances that acted friendly, you guess is a more accurate descriptor. Lily is a redhead with green eyes and, you know somewhere under a lot of artfully-applied concealer, a faceful of freckles, and Cass is a blue-eyed blonde, both of them drop-dead gorgeous. Both are, of course, dressed similarly to you, and have even followed suit to the point of both wearing braids... Lily's is just a simple one that hangs forward over her shoulder while the rest of her long hair is left loose, but Cass has actually gone with a pair of braids. You can't help but wonder in amusement if they're both going to start dressing down when you move away from silks and designer labels... you already notice them fidgeting and occasionally reaching towards their faces with their much darker, more stand-out makeup.\n\n"But is it really true that you dumped Mitch, Sandy?" Cass asks, eyes a little wide.\n\n"And in public, too," Lily adds slightly primly, in the sort of deliberate tones that speak of vocal coaching. You wonder if she knows how phony that 'mid-atlantic' accent sounds on her.\n\n"In public wouldn't have been my first choice," you answer with a slight shake of your head. "But he decided to make a scene and I'd finally had enough."\n\n"Well, good for you, really," Lily replies with just a hint of 'pip pip, jolly good' to the words. You... are going to have to have a talk with her about that. Sometime.\n\n"<i>I</i> heard Mitch is getting transferred to Alaskan military school," Cass adds in a rather smug tone. Then she purses her lips. "But is it true that you dumped him for that Kevin guy?"\n\n"Kevin? The one in my math class?" Lily's dark red eyebrows lift.\n\n"I mean he's cute and all, Sandy, but he's kinda, y'know..." Cass flips a hand, as if not finding the proper descriptor for 'not rich enough' without it being too blatant. "I mean, his dad owns a store, I think? Mitch's dad owns an entire shipping company. It's kinda a... step down."\n\n"Mitch's dad could own Congress and he'd still be a jerk," you reply with a rather dark tone, picking up your iced chocolate and sipping at it, to which both the other girls make agreeable noises.\n\n"He was a jerk, t' be su-... most certainly," Lily answers, coughing a little to cover up her near slip. "But a loaded jerk. There must be something about this Kevin fellow that made you drop such a match for him."\n\nHm. How to put this so that these two will understand...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Praise Kevin's personality.|QOSandra]]\n\n[[Praise Kevin's body.|QOSandra]]

"What's wrong, Shae?" you ask quietly.\n\nYou can feel her wince slightly, and shift against you. Then she sighs. "... Places that have had problems with orcs for years are always the worst."\n\n"Because they treat you like some hostile invader?"\n\n"No. Well, sometimes. But they always assume that I'm the product of a male orc raping a female human captive, and they either blame me for the rape or act sorry for me like I'm the victim," she mutters, her stare into the fire turning into more of a glower.\n\n"I'm guessing that's not true...?"\n\nShe gives a short laugh, and this time it's all bitter. "Oh, I'm the product of rape, alright, and there was a male orc and a female human involved. But it was my mother that raped my father." Her jaw clenches visibly before she continues. "I heard it once from a... reliable source. My mother was a rich noblewoman, who was obsessed with perversity. Apparently she decided that the ultimate in denigrating sex would be to fuck an orc. So she had some mercenaries capture my father, and had him chained up in the cells under her home. When she got tired of his cock, she cut his head off and had his body burned... but by then she was pregnant with me. Apparently being pregnant with 'monster spawn' turned her on even more, and she spent the next nine months in a frenzy of banging every male she could get her hands on. Of course when I was actually born, the fun wore off and she tossed me out in the garbage, literally. I only lived because an orphan-wrangler found me."\n\n"Damn," you whisper. "That's... Shae, that's pretty fucked up." You feel her wince, and wince yourself, choosing your next words with more care. "Shae, I'm really, really sorry that happened to you. I'm sorry that someone could be so... selfish and cruel. It's not fair or right that that happened to you."\n\n"Please don't-"\n\n"It's sympathy, Shae, not pity," you interrupt. "There's a difference. You're a good person... you deserved better than that. Anyone does."\n\nShae is quiet for awhile. Then she stands and moves to stand in front of you, hands raising to rest on your shoulders. Her green eyes fix on yours, the firelight flickering along her green skin. She hesitates, as if wondering what she meant to do when she did this...\n\n<hr>\n[[Hug her.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|GGCentaur]]

The meekness of your old life probably isn't going to do here, and you don't want to turn to Sandra's abrasiveness and confrontational nature. What you need is Jamie's gentleness... and Sandra's ability to lie her ass off on a moment's notice.\n\n"I'm sorry to startle you, Daddy," you say after a moment, keeping your voice mostly even, but also obviously contrite. "The truth is, I was thinking about buying one of those cute little scooters... you don't need a license for them and they're really popular. But after I thought about it awhile, I decided it might be a little much... at least without talking to you first. I redeposited the money, you can check if you want."\n\nHe narrows his eyes at you, then slips his cell phone out of his pocket and taps at it a few times. After a second he nods slowly, then eyes you again. "And the incident with Mitch?"\n\n"I didn't humiliate Mitch, he humiliated himself," you answer, not needing to spin a lie this time, your tone growing more assertive. "He walked up to me while I was having dinner with a friend and made a scene. I decided I'd had enough and dumped him, and he grabbed me and started to drag me off. My friend and other people in the restaurant defended me." You hesitate, then add in a softer tone, "He treats me badly, Daddy."\n\nYou watch a thundercloud pass over your father's face, before he schools it back to impassivity. "Alright, then. I'll take care of that. As for the matter of your savings... I'm proud of you for thinking it through and deciding to talk to me first. We'll see about going to a dealership and picking one out soon."\n\n"Thank you, Daddy, but there's no hurry." You give him a smile, which seems to confuse him almost as much as it did the chauffeur, but decide to take the opportunity to make your escape before he asks about Kevin or the tote bag. You hurry up the stairs and back to your room, leaning on the closed door and letting out a relieved breath. Whew... crisis averted. You dump the contents of the tote into a chair, making a note to put everything back in place later, then head over to stand in front of the mirror, yet again taking in your reflection. Well... this is you now. You're a hot strawberry blonde with C-cups and more money than most people would know what to do with who's dating your hot best friend. ... Not a bad day, all in all.\n\nSince you never got around to it earlier, you decide to strip down and take a few moments to examine yourself in the mirror. Sandra's a little skinnier than Maya... though you guess she won't be if you keep pulling stunts like ordering one of every cookie at the shop. (Still, you could stand to gain a <i>few</i> pounds, you admit... more exercise, less diet, you decide after reviewing the body's previous tenant's habits mentally.) Still, nice hips, nice legs, smooth flat belly, and elegantly manicured fur at the front of her crotch... huh, it's darker, but it does match the drapes, as it were. You turn around to try and get a good look at her butt... very nice, though you admit you liked Maya's with its bit of extra padding more. Well, it's yours now, you suppose you can let it get a bit squishier if you want.\n\nYou shut off the lights and climb into bed, leaving the covers turned aside as you let your hands roam your new body. Your fingertips trace over your puffy strawberry-colored areolas, biting your lip lightly on a soft moan. You slide a hand down your belly and between your legs, stroking your fingers up and down along your moist slit. As you slip two fingers into yourself and start pumping, you can't help but picture Kevin above you, between your legs, pumping into you, his face close to yours, mouth closing on your own like it did in that kiss today. It takes you quite a while before you manage to get to sleep.\n\nIn the morning you get up and take a shower in an elaborately-lit, rainfall-style shower with built in speakers that's bigger than your bathroom in your old life and which the old Sandra always considered too small somehow. You can stretch your arms out and turn in a circle and not touch anything! Personally, you enjoy the hell out of it. After you dry off and apply some very light makeup (memories are convenient for that, though they're mostly of using a heavier hand), you pad naked into your walk-in closet. Most of the stuff in here is fancy and overly expensive... you may be Sandra now but the thought of walking around wearing a thousand dollars worth of clothes and jewelry at any given time makes you nervous. You find that the idea of wearing a skirt and such doesn't really bother you, but some of the thin or frilly blouses just aren't to your taste. You'll have to buy some more 'normal' things... which you should be able to get away with easily enough, the old Sandra apparently cycled through an entire wardrobe roughly every four months as it was. Heck, you could probably replace it all in one day with stuff like you used to wear and it wouldn't put a dent in what the previous tenant spent on clothes in a month.\n\nYou decide on something similar to what you wore yesterday... a fairly plain blue blouse, black pleated skirt, and blue thigh-highs, and as close as you currently have to a really plain set of underwear, white lace bra and panties. They are awfully pretty, anyway... and a bit comfier after you remove the pads. After you get dressed and put on some shoes, you head downstairs, settling down at the breakfast table. One of the maids comes up to ask what you want, and adds, "Any plans today, Miss?"\n\n"I think I'm just going to take it easy today, thank you."\n\nAnd so, you do, spending most of the day resting, adjusting a bit to being Sandra (and deleting some of the old one's more venomous work on social media, yikes), and maybe occasionally doing a quick bout of masturbating because your body is just amazing! You also get several texts from Kevin, which makes you happy, and several texts from your... or rather, the old Sandra's... friends, which... make you a bit worried. Or confused. Or... well, it's complicated. \n\nMost of the old Sandra's friends weren't exactly stellar people either, being that she hung out with them. However, you're fairly certain that a fair bit of that was the old Sandra's influence. They might be nice enough if you made the effort to turn them around! ... Or, if you're wrong, they could turn on you if they sense weakness. The way you see it, you've got three options... cut off all ties with them in a clean break, ease out of the relationships and let natural distance take care of things, or put in time and effort into altering these friendships to suit, well, the new you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Clean break.|QOSandra]]\n\n[[Gradual.|QOSandra]]\n\n[[Time and effort.|QOSandra1x3]]

Letting out a few shuddery breaths, and feeling twitches in your stretched, horsecum-smeared asshole, you whimper before saying, "I'll... I'll be a good girl," as equine jizz drips off your limp cock. "I'll be a good pet."\n\n"There we go, was that so hard? Still, I think you've proven that you're not quite deserving to be my company tonight... you've shown yourself fit more to be a beast of burden than anything else. So stand up and get out of those human clothes, little beast."\n\nWincing, you nevertheless obey, slowly standing up and starting to pull off the cum-smeared dress, stockings, and shoes... actually everything has horse cum on it at this point, especially you. Drake doesn't seem to particularly care about the clothes at this point, so you just toss them aside as you slip out of them and finally stand there naked in the moonlight on the side of the road, wearing nothing but the smeared makeup and a lot of animal jizz.\n\n"Mmm, I'd like to take the time to dress you up properly, pet, the process is so often part of the fun, but your recalcitrance has limited our time, so." Drake looks you up and down, then snaps his fingers again.\n\nAlmost instantly, the horse cum coating a fair bit of your body disappears, leaving you clean as if you'd just taken a shower... as well as the strange, rather pleasurable sensation of your ass tightening back up to its pre-horsefucked state. You give a little 'eep' at the strange feeling of your hair being pulled back as if by invisible hands, drawn into a long, straight ponytail and fastened that way with a leather band. But more than that are the articles that appear floating in the air and move to slide onto your body, which you find moving to assist so quickly and smoothly you barely even realize you're doing it. One of the first things is a long bar of metal wrapped in the center with leather that forces itself into your mouth and between your teeth, straps from it looping around the back of your head and cinching it snugly into place, another long loop of leather draping down your back behind your neck... which is also soon wrapped in a snug leather binding that comes down in front and back and to the sides of your shoulders slightly, forcing you to keep your head raised and at attention. Another corset appears, although this one is vaguely reminiscent of a saddle, wrapping itself around your middle and cinching tight, once again giving your waist and hips and chest a more feminine hint of curvature. As the corset is fastening into place, shoulder-height gloves appear in front of you, your arms sliding into them without any direction from you and the laces tightening and tying themselves, your fingers forced to curl inside the hoof-shaped mittens at the end of the gloves. Similarly you're stepping into a pair of waist-high boots that lace themselves up the front, tightening around your legs as your feet are forced into a digigrade stance, balancing on the horseshoe-ended soles of the boots. You mmf as you feel something push into your ass again, the feel of it 'thumping' to a settled place inside you making you jerk a bit... looking over your shoulder as best you can with the collar, you can see that a long, faux horsetail that matches your hair color now seems to sprout from between your buttocks (or rather, the plug now inside you). But that's before your vision is restricted by the pair of blinders that appear on your head, limiting you to seeing what's directly in front of your face. You can still look down enough to see your own cock, watching as another item appears in front of it and slips over it, sheathing your limp shaft tightly and covering your balls with a snug leather sack, the whole thing designed to look like an equine sheath and sack... albeit one with a lock on the side that clicks firmly closed, making it clear it's not going to be removed any time soon. Indeed, as you turn your head towards Drake and give an 'mmf' around the bit gag, he smirks and holds up a small key with a heart-shaped top, a little horseshoe cutout in the center of the heart.\n\n"Now there's a good mare," he chuckles, patting you on your bare ass a few times as you stare at him in shock. Then he points to the back of the carriage. "Now, get into position, I'll tie you up as a spare steed just in case."\n\nYou feel a rush of fear at the realization that he intends to make you run along with the carriage, but at this point you're equally afraid of what you might be forced to do if you refuse. You turn and make your way over to where he indicated, finding that the boots essentially force you to use a 'parade step' motion like well-trained show horses, as well as the corset and collar forcing you to have perfect posture and show off your body, the fit of the gloves encouraging you to raise your hands out in front of you like a rearing equine and show them off. Drake follows and runs some long leather straps from your reins to a tie on the back of the carriage, Dullahan already having been strapped back into place in the front. You watch with growing fear as Drake climbs back into the carriage and closes the door... and then Dullahan springs into motion.\n\nYou're deathly afraid that you're going to wind up getting yanked forward and dragged with the first lurch of the carriage, so you quickly start forward with your high-stepping walk the moment it seems it's going to move. After that you're surprised when you seem to be able to keep up... it's not exactly effortless, and you can feel your body straining beneath the tight, hugging confines of the horse gear binding you, but even using the knee-flinging parade step the boots make you use you find that you're able to keep up with the actual horse. Of course you also eventually start passing and being passed by other carriages, watching pale (or strange) faces peeking out of the windows to look at your erotically-attired and still largely naked body with its sheath-captive cock and the horsetail plug in your ass, their fanged smirks making you quiver in humiliation even as you continue your high-stepping trot behind the carriage. Still, it's not like you can see them for that long, mostly just as they're pulling past your own carriage, the blinders and collar forcing you to keep your eyes on it, knowing all the while that its occupant not only commands you but that you've submitted to him.\n\nBy the time you can see the lights of an immense manor house growing ahead of the carriage, your skin is slick with sweat. You're tired, but know you need to keep on, keep pushing yourself, it's what Drake demands of you. You follow it right up the elaborate front drive, your horseshoe-tipped boots now thunking on smoothly-laid cobblestones that send firmer shudders through your leather-squeezed legs. You're fully in the bright, flickering lights of the party proper now, your gleaming, near-naked, horsegear-clad body on display to all the people (and creatures, and monsters) lingering outside. You try not to shrink from their gazes in embarrassment... not that your corset and collar would allow you to... as Drake slides smoothly out of the carriage, bending to speak quietly to the maid (attired rather similarly to your earlier loligoth dress) that had moved to greet him and passing her an envelope, which she accepts before climbing into the previously vacant driver's seat. And then you're on the move again, the carriage taking off without him, leaving you to try and spot whether Drake is even bothering to look at you as he sends you off somewhere with Dullahan.\n\nSomewhere appears to be another large, but single-story and rather plain, building a bit distant from the house. From the smell, a particularly large stables. As the carriage comes to a stop, a girl who looks like she might be in her late teens emerges from the doorway. She's wearing an odd mixture of old clothing and modern accoutrements... meaning she's got on modern jeans, but a rather antiquated looking button-up work shirt that doesn't do much to hide her large chest, as well as cowboy boots. Her hair is cornsilk yellow pulled back in a ponytail, her eyes cornflower blue, and she's probably the most normal-looking person you've seen since arriving, despite the rather ominous-looking black metal collar she's wearing with winding, vinelike designs surrounding a red stone at the hollow of her throat.\n\n"Hello~, Dullahan, it's been awhile," she coos, moving to pat your equine rapist on the haunches, before she glances at you. "Oho, and who's this?" She glances up at the maid and accepts the letter from her, opening it and glancing through, a little glint of light on metal catching your eye as she pulls something out along with the letter. "'I have a new animal this year, January, a rather stubborn beast that I've only barely broken to the saddle. Right now I'm not even sure I'll be keeping it, so don't consider it to have a name or to be particularly dear to me. I'll trust your judgement in its treatment, so do as you wish with it.' Well, that's Drake for you!" she says with a laugh, folding the letter and stuffing it in a pocket. She looks you up and down even as she touches two fingertips to the stone on her collar, her pupils glowing red as Dullahan's straps and bindings once more undo themselves and the horse makes its way placidly into the stable without any further direction. Then the blonde girl makes her way over towards you, pausing to untie the straps from the carriage and holding on to them. "So, barely saddle-broke, huh? Well, are you going to be a good horsie or a bad horsie?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be a good horsie.|HHHVampMale]]\n\n[[Fuck you!|HHHVampMale]]

"It's bad enough I have to suck it at all!" you snap, flushing angrily as you glare at him. "I'm definitely not doing it while wearing this stupid outfit or the entire time we're going to your stupid party!"\n\nDrake sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes so hard his head leans back. "You are such a slow learner, my little one. Perhaps this latest lesson will teach you better." \n\nHe gives a flick of his hand, and the carriage abruptly pulls to a stop, the door swinging open. You find yourself standing, yet again powerless to control your body as you get up, daintily gathering your skirt a bit as you step down onto the carriage step and then the packed-earth road. Your eyes widen again as you realize you're walking towards the horse... and then carefully kneeling under it, as if trying not to get too much dirt on your dress. Your stocking-clad knees settle onto the road as you come face-to-sheath with the stallion, your hands rising up to begin rubbing the hot, wrinkly flesh with both hands.\n\nHe quickly begins to unsheath, his pink, blunt-tipped cock sliding out of his sheath, dropping down long enough to brush against your lap as your hands move of their own accord to start fondling and stroking his massive balls. The bestial prick twitches and jumps as it hardens bit by bit, until it's actually jutting past your head, its heat enough to be felt on your cheek even without touching it. Still unable to so much as make your body twitch or hesitate on its own power, you turn your head and press your dark-painted lips to the horse's pole, leaving a light smear of red and black across it as you slide your mouth up and down, suddenly knowing what an animal's prick tastes like from your tongue sliding along it. \n\nUnder Drake's control you're forced to practically worship the horse's inhuman prick with your mouth, dragging your tongue along it, teasing the opening of his sheath, even nuzzling your face lovingly against the huge, hanging black balls behind it. Your hands stroke and pump over the length, urging what must be at least teaspoons of pre to fall off the tip and down to splatter on your cute little gothy dress. Then when your head starts moving towards the tip, you start thinking desperately 'No, no, no!' When your mouth opens right as you think that, for just a moment you're allowed to think you've gotten back just enough control to speak.\n\nBut then your painted lips push wide around the horse's flared cockhead, stuffing it into your mouth. Your hands pump and work over it with an expertise you don't possess, eagerly trying to milk it while you fight against the thought of what's going to happen. The big horse snorts and stamps a hoof against the ground even as its pre flows steadily over your tongue and down your throat, your disobedient body swallowing every dribble of it that you're given. And then with a loud whinny the beast cums, flooding your mouth, a spurt of horsecum gushing around your lips and dribbling down your chin even as your controlled body tries to swallow every last drop.\n\nYou're finally directed to pull your head back and sit on your heels, your hands dropping as you pant and shiver, your makeup smeared and dress splattered with animal jizz. You glance aside, seeing Drake's lower body as he stands next to the horse, the sound of his chuckle resonating through the night.\n\n"Learned your lesson yet, pet? I'll give you one more chance to prove that you're a good girl. Suck Dullahan here off of your own free will... I'm sure he's got another load in him, he usually does for pretty young things like you. Or are you so stubborn that I will have to get more... extreme... in my methods?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Suck off the horse.|HHHVampMale]]\n\n[[Be stubborn.|HHHVampMale1x5]]

"I'll never obey you, you sicko!" you call, your voice thick with all the horse jizz you've swallowed.\n\nDrake lets out a long, soft gust of a sigh. "Oh, pet, I thought you might have learned by now that you will, in fact, do whatever I tell you, it is only whether you do it of your own will. But I suppose you are just too great of a fool and must be properly broken."\n\nHe snaps his fingers, and you find yourself turning and scooting out from under Dullahan before rising to your feet. Your hands fold in front of yourself and you find yourself doing a very prim and proper old-fashioned feminine walk (despite your pretty dress being smeared with horse cum) towards the nearby fence, while you can hear the jingle of belts and bindings being undone behind you. Then your eyes widen as you reach down and heft up the skirts, bundling them around your waist and exposing the pretty, frilly panties you put on earlier, and bend forward, allowing your bunched-up skirt to rest behind you. You're really not sure why you didn't realize what was likely to happen, but you have no power to stop yourself as your hands reach back and slide your panties down around your thighs, stretching them out as you spread your feet further apart and brace both hands on the fence, your ass upraised, your bare balls and limp, dangling cock caressed lightly by the cool night air.\n\n"H-hey, wait!" you cry as you hear the thump of hooves on the packed earth. "Let's be reasonable!"\n\n"I gave you your chance to be reasonable, pet," Drake replies in a tone that's a mixture of mockingly sad and amusedly smug, his pretty lips curling in a smirk as Dullahan gives a loud whinny and rears up, its forelegs thumping down to either side of your hands on the fence. Your only physical motion allowed is a trembling as you feel the beast shift and thrust a few times, its huge cock brushing along your ass and further mussing your skirts, before Drake apparently exerts some influence and the horse shifts to perfectly press its flared, cum-and-saliva-smeared cockhead up against your pucker. "I'm afraid we're past the point of no return on showing you your place."\n\n"Wait, wai-!" Your protests are cut off with a choked noise as the horse abruptly thrusts forward hard, burying a significant portion of its cock into your vulnerable ass, your teeth clenching and your eyes rolling in your head as you're abruptly filled and stretched more than seems possible. The horse shifts and moves above you, making your body twitch mindlessly at even those slight movements of its cock inside you, before it gives another hard thrust and forces the rest of its inhuman prick into you, its immense leathery balls slapping up against your small smooth ones. After that the beast wastes little time in beginning to pump and thrust, its powerful body moving above you, looming over you, dominating every part of you with its simple presence as well as its huge cock stretching and defiling your ass.\n\n"Nnngh, unh, nnh!" At least Drake doesn't seem to be making you spout slutty things to say this time... and yet you find the noises you make are plenty dirty on their own, probably because it's only a few thrusts in that you start cumming. It has to be Drake's control of you, you tell yourself even as your ass quivers around the mindless beast's immense throbbing prick pumping away inside you, a pure assgasm that rocks your body and has you twitching beneath the animal's belly. Its thrusts keep slamming home in you, pressing you against the fence, and eventually your corset snaps, falling to the ground and showing the bulge of the horse's member through the dress covering your belly. Your head rocks and your tongue lolls out as you cum again, and again, even the slaps of Dullahan's big ballsack against your own limp little prick adding to the humiliating pleasure you're forced to endure as you're raped up the ass by a horse and have your body enjoy every second of it.\n\n"You see how it is, pet?" Drake says calmly as his eyes move over your frills-and-lace clad form, taking in the sight of a long-haired, limp-dicked pretty boy in gothic lolita fashion bent over against a fence and getting fucked by a horse that's almost worked into a lather from the feel of a tight little trap-hole around its prick. "You had every chance to be obedient and quite likely learn to enjoy yourself, but you chose to resist at every opportunity. Now I must break you to the saddle like a horse, hm?"\n\nHis words seap through your brain even though currently your world consists of the snorting, whinnying beast above you and his big thick prick pounding into your ass. Consistently sluttier and less coherent noises spill from your open mouth as drool runs down your chin to join the horsecum already smeared there, your long pretty hair falling off your shoulders and drifting around your face with the motions of the stallion claiming your ass as if you were any mare in heat. And then he gives a long, exultant whinny and thrusts forward, spilling a load that's if anything even larger than the one you swallowed most of earlier deep inside you, your belly gradually bulging out beneath the black silk of the dress, your limp little cock spurting its far more meager load onto the insides of your skirts where they're hanging down in front of your stocking-clad legs.\n\nYou're not really aware of anything until Dullahan starts moving again, hefting himself off the fence, his now mostly limp cock sliding out of you. You whimper at the feel of his cum spilling out of your stretched, gaping ass and coating your balls and cock, as if the horse had managed to claim and dominate even that part of you by surrounding it with his seed. You pant heavily, slumped against the gate and trembling, until you feel Drake's fingers carefully touching your chin and lifting your head to look at him.\n\n"Now. Are you going to be a good pet, or are you <i>still</i> going to refuse?" His eyes fix on you, a cool, calculating look in them that says this really is your last chance. "I want you to say the words, of your own free will. 'I will be a good girl and a good pet, and will do what you say.'"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll be good.|HHHVampMale1x6]]\n\n[[N-never...!|HHHVampMale]]

"N-no way you... gay demon!" you stammer, scuttling back a little bit on the bed to get further away from him. "I'd never... I'd never do that of my own will!"\n\n"Oh, defiant on that count, are you? Going to insist that you're a straight boy even after cumming so hard from getting fucked?" Drake seems more amused than anything. "Very well, that can be fun too. Alright then, I'll let you hold on to your sexuality... as long as you can. Even as I make you do what I like."\n\n"You ca-" Your throat tightens, cutting off your voice. Your eyes widen as your body moves completely on its own, your struggle to exert control of yourself not even yielding the slightest hesitation as you roll over and get up on your knees, your ass in the air and shoulders against the bed. Your hands continue moving, reaching back to spread your asscheeks, baring your pucker to the vampire. You can feel your lips moving, hear your own voice speaking and saying, "Master, please fuck my naughty little disobedient pussy until I learn to behave."\n\nChuckling, as if only even more amused at sensing your inner outrage and continued struggles, Drake clambers up onto the bed, slapping his stiff prick against your ass a few times before settling it into place and pushing back inside you. Your cock doesn't harden this time... but you can feel a rush of pleasure, partly from him, partly from you, your body and mind apparently conditioned to love being fucked up the ass by the mind-controlling monster. You continue trying your hardest to move, to get away, or to at least take your hands off your own ass to stop spreading it for him and letting him in even deeper, but nothing works. He continues to pump into you, slow and smooth, his heavy, pale balls slapping against your smaller ones and your limp, swaying cock.\n\n"Oh yes, Master, yes, fuck my worthless whore pussy until I learn to beg for dick," your mouth says, as if you had no more control over what you were saying than a ventriloquist's dummy. He keeps making you give whorish moans and gasps, begging him for more of his thick prick while you mentally struggle against his control, and against the pleasure of his pole pumping into your ass. You blame his control over you when he thrusts in and floods you with his load again and you have an assgasm in response, your body trembling and a soft, girlish whimper of pleasure slipping past your parted lips.\n\nDrake pulls out of you, and you gasp entirely of your own accord when his cock is replaced by his long, very agile tongue pushing into you and swirling around, apparently cleaning you up. You're left wondering if all the pleasure you're feeling from that is something he's forcing on you or something real, before he rises up and gives your ass a smack.\n\n"Very well then, slut. I'll give you another chance," he announces as you finally find yourself in control again and quickly roll over and crab-crawl to the edge of the bed away from him. "We're going to a party, you see, and I'm taking you as... mm, something between a date and the bottle of wine it's polite to bring." He chuckles as you shudder at that, then continues. "If you'll get dressed on your own, it will go better for you. If not, well..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to get dressed.|HHHVampMale1x3]]\n\n[[Refuse!|HHHVampMale2x1]]

"... Fine," you mutter sulkily. "I'll get dressed." \n\n"Good, good." Laughing, Drake gestures grandly with one hand, a small trunk nearby swinging open without being touched. "Then I shall go to get ready myself. I'll return in a few moments to assist you with the finishing touches," he adds before striding out of the room again.\n\nSighing, you walk over to the chest and peek in, making a face at the frilly, obviously feminine garments within. The main thing seems to be a black and maroon dress... you're pretty sure you've seen it referred to as "gothic lolita" or something online. You toss the dress on the bed, checking the rest of the contents... not exactly a lot better there. There are stockings, panties, and even a bra that match the dress, as well as a little frill thing you thing is a sort of hat? Or a bonnet, you guess?\n\nYou briefly consider just putting on the dress and seeing if you can get away with that... but somehow think that would just incur Drake's 'wrath' again. Grumbling, you take the other frilly, dark-colored garments over to the bed and toss them beside the dress, then start pulling them on. The panties slide up and into place with annoying ease and fit, the waistband riding high on your hips and giving them an appearance of noticeable, if slight, curves; the frills on the front of it also somewhat hide the bulge of your cock, but leave it faintly visible, while the little fringe along the top of the back highlights the way the somewhat seethrough material hugs your ass and gives it a girlier shape. (You can't help but do a glance in the mirror after putting them on.) Sighing, you also figure out how to put on the little bikini-style bra, which is mostly little black triangles trimmed with a bit of maroon frill, tying it in front and then twisting it around, pulling the top bit over your head and settling it around your neck, the tiny cups resting right against your flat chest, as if just highlighting how little you actually need it... other than to make it obvious you're a boy in girl's clothing. Grumbling, you sit down on the side of the bed to pull on the stockings, which are a tight-knit fishnet style with black lace around the tops. Your legs now look quite girly too, the stockings hugging them enough to give them some feminine curvature.\n\nShaking your head and wondering how you'll get out of all this, you stand up and pull the dress on over your head, slipping your arms into it and tugging it into place. You spend a few moments trying to reach the laces in back, but it's hopeless. You're just eyeing yourself in the mirror when Drake walks back in, fastening a cufflink, now dressed in a sharply-cut black coat with long tails, elegant trousers, and a high-collared white silk shirt with a scarlet scarf draped around his neck. He smirks a bit at the sight of you, without a word walking over and snagging the laces to pull them taut. You oof quietly as the dress cinches around your midriff, actually holding you a bit more straight-backed and compressing your middle just enough to give you a more girlish waist as he finishes tying it up. He snags the frill from the bed and drapes it over your head, then hms. "No, that won't do."\n\nHe snaps his fingers, and you squeak reflexively at a strange tingling, tickling feeling in your scalp as your hair suddenly grows, cascading down your back down past your rear in a slightly curvy fall. He then passes his hands over your face, and you blink at your reflection, which now shows a lot of artfully-applied (and rather gothy) makeup with dark red lipstick lined in thin bits of black, curled eyelashes and darkened eyelids, and a faint hint of purple blush, as well as a small 'beauty mark' on one cheek. "There we are," Drake says cheerfully. "For the evening, we shall call you... Erika." He smirks as you glower at him for the feminine (and subtly East European) twist on your name, but simply puts a hand on your shoulder and turns you, urging you ahead of him. "Time to be going. Your shoes, dear," he adds, gesturing to the pair of slim, maroon-colored short heels by the door.\n\nHe leads you down and through the haunted house... but this time there's no sign of anything cheap or silly, just authentic antique mansion. And when he leads you out the front door, there's a wide, open field ahead, the nighttime land dotted with dead-looking trees reaching bare clawlike limbs towards the sky, and a small but elaborate-looking horsedrawn carriage with a single large black stallion harnessed to it waiting at the foot of the steps. Drake gestures, the door of the carriage swinging open, and after a brief glance at him you clamber in and sit down on one of the red velvet cushioned benches on one side. Drake slides in and sits down across from you, gesturing again, the door swinging closed and the horse giving a whinny before it sets off.\n\n"What kind of 'party' are we going to, anyway?"\n\n"For all the creatures of the night, of course, dear Erika," he replies, smirking at you, dark eyes glinting with the light of the small oil lamp swaying from the ceiling. "Or at least those that are fit for high society. Mostly vampires like myself, of course. Don't worry," he adds with a snicker as you pale a bit more yourself. "I will not let any harm come to you. As long as you're a good, obedient girl. Speaking of which, it is a long way to the party, I'm likely to become bored."\n\nHe unbuttons the fly of his pants, your eyes widening some as he fishes out his cock and gives it a few strokes, bringing it to full, stiff attention, a small drop of clear pre appearing at the tip of the pale white shaft. "Why don't you be a good girl and spend the trip on your knees attending me, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Get on your knees.|HHHVampMale]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HHHVampMale1x4]]

"C'mon, my man, let's head on inside," you declare, clapping Evan on the shoulder and guiding him into the living room, ignoring his repeated glances back at the man fucking, and then obviously cumming in, the Fuckbox.\n\nOf course at the moment there's not a lot to do in the main area. The lights are going full effect, and the air is full of dark, gothic, vaguely pornographic music. But you pour him a drink and nudge him over to the couch. Clearly you're going to have to do something to get him enjoying himself, or what kind of host would you be?\n\nPeople start arriving fairly quickly after that, trickling in in ones and twos and threes, with all of the men of course being obliged (not that it takes a lot for most of them) to use the Fuckbox, pumping away at it and dumping their loads inside, some of them being gently encouraged not to take too much time since others are waiting to get in.\n\nBut at the moment a small line of men has formed at the box, so you're a little glad when you answer the door and it's a pair of women. Specifically, Ruka and Mikki, a married couple. You greet them and bid them enter in your Satan Voice, noting as you do that they don't seem to have adhered to theme. Instead, they've dressed up as Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, Ruka's hair dyed a bright shock red and her body painted green, the one-piece she's wearing patterned with leaves and little vines, while Mikki has gone with the less classic and more currently popular version of her character, featuring pigtails, dual-color hotpants, and a 'Daddy's Little Monster' T-shirt. The invitations didn't say that everyone <i>had</i> to dress for Hell, but the obvious departure does rankle you just a little. Then you smirk as you realize that this is the perfect opportunity... you can "punish" Ruka and Mikki with your first order to them, and cheer up a certain sad-sack at the same time.\n\nA minute or so later, the lesbian couple is on their knees in front of Evan, suckling his no longer particularly sad sack. Now devoid of his leather pants, Evan moans as the two women continue to tongue and suck his balls obediently to your order. Evan does know them, and it's not like their costumes particularly hide their faces... so he has to know that he's having his balls mouth-worshiped by a pair of the biggest lesbians in town. They are, however, the biggest pair of 'we follow the rules of the party organizer' lesbians in town, so since you commanded them to be Evan's fuckpets for the next hour at least, they're going to take care of him, you've little doubt. Despite their lack of experience and equal lack of actual desire for cock, both of them seem determined not to disobey the Master of the evening, and you watch as Mikki moves up to start kissing and licking around the base of Evan's cock, leaving smears of dark, whorish lipstick there, while Runa nuzzles her way under his balls and starts doing something she perhaps has a little more experience with, tonguing and sucking his asshole.\n\nSeeing that you've got Evan squared away for now, you make your way back to the entry. The line is down to just one guy in a skimpy vampire costume, currently pulling his cum-smeared prick out of the Fuckbox. You order him to spend some time on door duty, then move up behind the little installation. The Fuckbox's pussy is already covered rather thoroughly with cum below the black expanse of the tape securing its asshole. The plump olive lips are smeared with white, and the pink hole itself gapes lightly, from the simple fact of being fucked over and over in rapid succession over the last twenty minutes. (Naturally things are likely to slow down once most of the invitees are here, but you expect the Fuckbox to be a popular attraction all night long.) And what a shame, you, the host, have yet to experience it! Smirking, you stroke your big crimson cock, already nice and stiff from watching the pair of gay women suck cock at your command, and then step in and push yourself into the cummy, dripping cunt jutting from the black wooden box.\n\nThe inside is fully soundproofed (though you made sure there's an air supply running into it from below and a vent in the back where it's attached to the wall), and so you can't hear a sound from the box's occupant, and the combination of the restraints and padding make sure that there's no movement other than the pussy walls shuddering and clenching around your big red prick. It really is like the occupant has been transformed into nothing but a wet and willing pussy jutting out of a box, and smirking wickedly you begin pumping and thrusting your hips, baring your fangs and even tossing your horned head, really getting into the feel of being Satan making use of one of the damned souls he's condemned to sweet torment.\n\nSeveral times over the next few hours, you revisit the Fuckbox, nominally to make sure that everything seems on the up-and-up, partly to make sure no one's tried to remove the tape, and always making sure to dump a load in it each time. Eventually however, you do wonder whatever became of Evan, Ruka, and Mikki, since you haven't seen them on your last few passes through the main party areas. Of course the entire downstairs is open for use, including the bedrooms, so you go looking and soon find them in one of those. Apparently even after their initial hour was up, Ruka and Mikki decided to stick with Evan... perhaps indulging some developing humiliation fetish of being fucked by a man despite their preferences. Or perhaps it has something to do with the mostly empty bottle of Fireball laying on its side next to the passed-out Mikki. Evan is on top of Ruka, pumping away at her pussy in unsteady thrusts, obviously barely holding it together due to his own inebriation, Ruka's green-painted body on full display as she writhes and bucks her hips towards him, trying to get more satisfaction. Even as you watch, Evan's uneven thrusts make him slip out, cock sliding along Ruka's smooth emerald crotch before he spills his load all over her flat belly, moaning and gasping, before he topples over next to Mikki, equally passed-out.\n\nYou can't help but snicker quietly to yourself at the mingled look of relief and consternation on Ruka's green face. From the way her hand wanders down and she starts playing with her clit, Evan's fucking her clearly got her worked up but didn't get her off. Well, what sort of host would you be if you didn't fix that? You saunter in, not bothering to close the door behind you or announce yourself, instead just leaning down and tucking your big horned head between her legs, starting to lick and suck. Ruka obviously paid for the same quality body paint you did, because as you tug gently at her outer lips, the green paint doesn't smear at all, nor do the colors mingle as she slides her hands up your forehead and grabs your hair, moaning as she starts fucking her pussy against your invading tongue. Only once you're sure she's already worked close to the edge do you raise up and slide your big red cock into that eager green pussy... Christmas might not cum early, but it will cum eventually, you think to yourself with another chuckle as you begin pounding away at the writhing, bucking lesbian beneath you as she moans and begs for your cock.\n\nAnd hey, by your measure, that makes this a pretty successful party!\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BuddyOct4axEnd]]

Well, one is good as any, right? Semi-randomly, you pick the coffin with the blue cross on the lid and steel yourself for a jump scare as you reach out to touch it.\n\nOr rather you thought you were ready. The fact that the coffin lid swings smoothly open the moment you touch it still gets a little hop of surprise out of you, if not quite a full jump. You step back as someone sits up... apparently a real person, not the cheesy plastic skeleton or goofy monster animatronic you were expecting. No, it's a real guy alright, albeit an extremely pale one, his skin stark white. You'd think it was makeup, except, well... he's that white all over, and you can tell because he's naked! What the heck kind of park is this?!\n\nHe smoothly swings out of the coffin and onto his feet, though you're not entirely sure how he manages such a maneuver... it happens really fast. Then he's just standing there looking at you, obviously considering. His hair is long, and thick, and ridiculously black... there's almost no shine to it at all, as if it were actually absorbing the candlelight. Except for thin, arched eyebrows, it's the only hair on his lean, defined body, his crotch smooth and pale as the rest of him, his balls heavy but hairless below the long, thick drape of his cock. You find yourself staring, more in shock than anything else, and yank your gaze back up to his beautiful-seeming face.\n\nHis pale pink lips quirk a bit in a look that sort of says 'gotcha' as your eyes meet his. You find yourself unable to look away from them, staring into his dark, almost black eyes as if they had you physically held. Gradually, your whole body relaxes, going limp, feeling as if you might actually topple over if he wasn't holding you up by his gaze. You understand his orders, despite no words being spoken, and step forward to kneel in front of him. Never taking your eyes from his, you duck down enough to slip the head of his cock into your mouth and start suckling at it, rolling your tongue around it before slipping it back out again to run your lips along the side of his shaft.\n\nAs his cock hardens, slowly lifting up and pressing more urgently against your lips and tongue, you continue to service him... although you do so in a daze. You can taste the subtle flavor of his skin on your tongue, feel the light throb of his shaft against your lips as you slip the head between them to suck again, but it's as if it's not really you doing so. It's as if the meeting of your eyes and his is the cord between a remote control and, well, you, and he's just sending his commands to your body. Your dazed mind can't really comprehend anything beyond the fact that you're doing what he wants you to.\n\nYou move your head in to lick at his sack, your tongue playing over the loose skin where it meets the shaft. He makes a soft sound low in his throat, and then has you dip your head a bit to actually suck one of his balls into your mouth and roll it around with your tongue. You find your hands coming up to rest on his hips as your head moves back, slipping the head of his cock into your mouth again, and then pushing forward. Apparently his command over your body is enough to completely suppress your gag reflex, since in a single smooth movement your lips meet the root of his cock, his shaft sliding down your throat completely. You begin bobbing your head in long, even strokes, the flared base of his cockhead bumping against the inside of your lips on every backstroke, his balls lightly pressing against your chin at the depth of every slide forward.\n\nYou're not entirely sure how long you spend deepthroating the pale man's prick, your eyes locked to the dark expanse of his the whole time, before he silently orders you to pull back and stand up. You realize when you turn away and walk to the side of the bed before turning back to face him that apparently he doesn't actually need to maintain eye contact anymore to control you... he's deep inside your head and overriding your will effortlessly now. He walks over and, with an air of almost boredom, as if he were just playing some cellphone game to pass the time, undresses you. You lift your arms as needed as he pulls off your shirts, then stand still, staring forward as he undoes your jeans and pulls them and your underwear down. You step out of them, as well as your shoes and socks with his help, and stand naked as he looks you over.\n\nAfter a moment he cups your chin and stares into your eyes again. Your cock, which all this time had been entirely soft, suddenly surges to life, hardening almost painfully, throbbing and starting to dribble precum from the tip. Despite your state of sudden and intense arousal, you're entirely silent as he reaches down and cups his hand around your shaft, giving it a few light, tugging strokes that coax more pre out of you, sliding his hand down to gently fondle your balls. Then he pushes you to turn around and shoves you forward, your hands snapping out to hit against the surface of the bed. You stare down at the elaborately-embroidered comforter without really seeing it even as he steps up behind you and presses the tip of his cock to your pucker.\n\nHe pushes in quite slowly, apparently enjoying the feel of you spreading gradually around him. Once the head of his cock slides inside you, the rest begins easing in a bit easier, and he just keeps pushing on in. Some part of your brain registers the pleasure of his thick, throbbing prick sliding into your ass, but he hasn't allowed you to react, so you simply stare at the bed as he pushes in until his hips press against your ass and his balls settle against yours. Then he grabs your waist with both hands and just begins fucking you... really <i>fucking</i> you, no more gradual or slow, but slamming his hips forward hard enough to shake your entire body and make your cock bounce up and hit your stomach.\n\nAfter a few moments of furiously slamming his cock into your previously virgin ass, his hands move, one grabbing your cock and beginning to stroke it in quick, twisting pumps. The other grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back and to the side, forcing you to twist and bare your neck. A moment later you feel a brief sting of pain in your neck and the soft, wet touch of his mouth. There's a strange sort of rushing feeling, as if you were suddenly moving forward very fast, even though you're still bent over the side of the bed being assfucked hard. Your entire existence fades into nothing but the feel of his mouth on your neck, his cock in your ass, his hand on your prick.\n\nYou suddenly feel a warm, wet rush inside of you, and a few pumps later he sends a shock of both his pleasure and yours through your body. Your eyes roll up in your head and your tongue juts out, your whole body shaking as you suddenly have several orgasms at once. Your cock jolts against his slender, agile fingers and starts spurting long streamers of cum over the black bedspread, pooling down into the little dips created by the gold embroidering. You let out a gasping, shuddering moan, and then fall forward, unconscious.\n\nSome time later you jolt awake, sitting up and looking around wildly. You're in the same room as before, though there's a different feel to it now that it's hard to describe... or maybe that's just the aftermath of getting fucked by a guy. You look over at the coffins and see that the one you opened is still there, and still open, but the other two have disappeared. You're still naked, and laying on top of the covers on the bed... though there's no sign of your, er, release earlier. As you're still trying to come to grips with the situation, the door opens and the guy... well, apparently, vampire... walks in, carrying a handful of fresh candles in one hand, and a lit candleholder in the other. In the back of your head you can't help but think 'Man, this place is a total fire hazard.'\n\n"Ah, awake, are we?" His accent doesn't sound like the cheesy Transylvanian ones you've heard in various movies, it's much more... subtle, and harder to pin down. You really have no idea what it sounds like, other than deep and with the sounds seeming to roll around for just a moment in his mouth as he speaks. He does seem to have acquired a pair of black pants somewhere, so at least he's not, well. He sets both candleholder and the candles down on a table and then walks over to look down at where you're laying, frozen in shock. "My name is Drake, and... well, you don't seem quite so stupid as to have not grasped the situation." He smirks, lifting his lip on one side to make sure and show off a fang.\n\n"Uh." You swallow hard, staring up at him before flicking your eyes away to avoid meeting his.\n\n"Though still a bit nervous, it seems. That is fine. So tell me, boy, considering that you are in my power anyway, will you obey me of your own will...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No.|HHHVampMalePlaceholder]]\n\n[[No way! You're way too straight for that!|HHHVampMale1x2]]\n\n[[Yes, so he won't hurt you.|HHHVampMalePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Yes, of course, you want to!|HHHVampMalePlaceholder]]

The wheel girl actually gives a squeal and a shiver all over her body that makes you think she might have cum a little as you announce your intention. "Reincarnation! We're going into Equivalent Exchange, everyone!" she calls.\n\nYour section of the table lowers down, and a moment later rises up with a fairly large amount of both Resources and Karma markers. "You'll be starting from the highest point, but that just means all the risks are so much more delicious," the wheel girl coos, putting a fingertip to her lips and wiggling her hips. "Of course, besides the markers, each round you continue you'll have to bet something else as asked by the wheel's Powers That Be. And for your first round..." She tilts her head upward as if listening, then smiles. "Why, you have a choice of three options!"\n\n"Careful, kid, just because you get given options doesn't mean any of them will be any good," Blayze mutters to you. \n\n"You can gamble either your race, your humanity, or your sex," the scantily-clad woman says, acting as if she didn't hear Blayze even though you saw one of her ears twitch a little when he spoke. "Which will it be, Mr. Big Roller?"\n\nWhat? You really can gamble with things like that? And what's the difference between gambling away your race or your humanity, isn't that the same thing? Or... well, you can't really say it is, you guess, especially a place like this. Still, it sounds like you have to pick one if you're going to continue, and it doesn't feel like you can back out now.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stake your race.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Stake your humanity.|CyEE1x2]]\n\n[[Stake your sex.|CyEE]]

"Alright, I'll stake my humanity," you answer. If they don't mean it the same as race, they can't <i>really</i> take something so vague and metaphysical from you, can they?\n\n"Oooo, fun fun fun! Alright, then we have a fresh, blank roll to start with! That means it's completely unaligned, and completely random! My faaaaavorite roll of the game is the first one," she declares, moaning softly as she actually tucks a hand between her legs and rubs gently. "So what's your move, sir?"\n\nWell, it kinda-sorta-eh worked for you last game, so, "Philanthropy!"\n\nSquealing happily again, she whirls and yanks on the wheel, sending it into a spin. It beeps its way through a number of images, before stopping on a ceramic white, noseless being wearing an ugly hat, glasses, and scarf, turning its... well, its lack of a nose up at you. "Oh deeeear, Societal Cynicism, your good works not only go unacknowledged, but largely unused because of baseless rumors spread about you! You lose this spin!"\n\nEven as your section of the table is lowering to shift your resources markers around, you can feel a chance starting to come over your body. A sort of all-over tingling replaced by a faint numbness as it spreads, like the reverse of blood rushing to a limb after it falls asleep. Noticing some of the screens showing off your game, you look up at them to try and see what's happening to you as it happens. You watch as the visible skin on your face pales, then takes on a somewhat silvery tint, indented lines running up from beneath the neck of your suit. Your eyes similarly seem to be changing, the whites turning a flat black while the blue of them turns a bright, almost glowing yellow. Your hair fades even as it grows down your back and smooths out, also starting to glow faintly and shift colors, like one of those decorations made out of numerous thin, transparent strands and a color-rotating bulb. Moreover your shoulders slim out and your chest bulges out, steadily forming into a pair of C-cups as your waist, hips, and rear shift shape as well, legs becoming more sleek and curved.\n\nYou should be shocked and appalled at watching yourself become some sort of... gynoid... and at first you are, a look of horror showing on your face. But you feel a great sense of calm or... well, maybe not even calm, just evenness... steal over you, your expression similarly flattening out as the change progresses. By the time you're able to run a diagnostic on the series of logic diamonds, synthetic neurons, and quantum fiber optic cables that now make up your brain and nervous system, you're quite calm, simply turning your optics to the wheel attendant. "I wish to raise an objection."\n\n"Ohhh?" the smug-looking female responds.\n\n"You have not only removed my humanity, but also changed my sex, which was in addition to the wager ventured," you posit in a logical tone.\n\n"The Powers That Be reserve the right to implement lost wagers as they see fit," she replies, hands out in a gesture that implies helplessness on the issue. "Your humanity was removed by turning you into a synthetic... specifically a-"\n\n"Model AT-197GP-F general purpose assistance droid," you cut in, able to pull that from your new databanks. "As the -F indicates a feminine chassis type, you are saying the change to my sex is incidental."\n\n"That's riiiight!" the Risgian female (estimated age, twenty-three standard galactic years) says in a lyrical manner indicating great amusement.\n\n"Very well, understood," you acknowledge with a single nod. If that is the manner by which the rules function, it would be illogical to argue further.\n\n"Alright then! This next round will be a Cynical Society spin! Oh, and of course, if you want to continue, you'll still have to wager something of yours. The Powers That Be are saying you can wagerrrrr... your model type!"\n\n"Kid, don't do it, you're already in <i>way</i> deep," Blayze hisses at you, his eyes wide as he stares at your changed form. "Get out now before they wind up turning you into a floorsucker or a drinkspouter!"\n\nYou look placidly at Blayze, before turning your head to regard the Risgian again. You allow your assessment programs to turn over probabilities, assessing which is most likely to result in either success or, given a sufficiently low probability of such, a minimum of loss.\n\n<hr>\n[[End the game.|CyEE1x3]]\n\n[[Stay in, and play Anonymous Good Works.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Stay in, and play Political Expedience.|CyEE]]

Your assessment completes, and you once more turn to the Irquan Human registered in your databanks as Blayze Hanlon. "I believe you are correct." Regarding the unnamed Risgian, you inform her, "I will cease play. Please cash me out."\n\n"Awwww! After only one round?! Are you sure?!" She juts her lower lip at you, but when you continue to just stare at her expressionlessly, she lets out a huff of air. "Of course you're sure. Darn, this happens soooo often when mar-, I mean, guests turn into robots, they get all rational and want to leave. Fiiiine."\n\n"Thank you," you acknowledge evenly, waiting for the markers to be retracted and a card to be dispensed from the table. The amount will likely be largely trivial, considering your meager winnings after the first roll, but it would be illogical to leave it behind.\n\n"Uh, so, you okay?" Blayze asks as he follows along at your side, his helmet tucked under his arm.\n\n"I am operating at full efficiency, with both software and hardware checks coming back without warnings," you answer him, blinking your optic covers slowly once. "If you refer to my emotional state, I no longer have one, so there is no need to be concerned on that account."\n\n"... Well. Look on the bright side, I guess," he answers after staring for a moment, shrugging. "So, what will you do now? I mean... I feel bad for getting you into this, so I'll tell you what you want to know about the Quatra twins if that's what you still want."\n\nYou consider various possibilities. In some ways it's remarkably freeing, not having an emotional component to choosing a path forward. There's only a reasonable, rational assessment of what the best course of action would be for continued function and optimal outcomes.\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll finish the bounty and return to the Meridian.|CyBot]]\n\n[[You'll finish the bounty and then immediately proceed to another.|CyBot]]\n\n[[You'll disregard the bounty and return to the Meridian.|CyBot]]\n\n[[You'll disregard the bounty and sell yourself to an owner.|CyEE1x4]]

After considering all the various possibilities directly before you, you inform Blayze Hanlon in your now default even tone, "I believe I shall discontinue my search for the Quatra twins. Now that I am an android, I no longer have any purpose to accumulate wealth for myself. It instead makes far more sense to perform as I am designed for, as an assistance device."\n\n"Er, wait, are you saying you-"\n\n"Correct, I will instead seek out a non-artificial individual to purchase me, and potentially my possessions," you pick up smoothly. "I am now a device designed with the intention that it be owned and of use to a sentient, likely organic individual. It would be illogical to continue to operate as if I am something else."\n\n"Geez," Blayze mutters, shaking his head. He stares at you for a bit longer, then exhales heavily. "I feel like I ought to talk you out of this, but I'm not exactly sure how, outside of hacking your cortical interface and telling you not to do it. Which would be sort of self-defeating to the point."\n\n"Indeed, hardly a rational or consistent action," you agree placidly.\n\n"So, what, how'll you go about... getting an owner?" he asks in a tone you analyze as 'resigned'.\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll report to the nearest used droid shop.|CyEE]]\n\n[[You'll report to a licensed ArgoTech dealer.|CyEE]]\n\n[[He's it.|CyEE1x5]]

"I have decided that it is most expedient and rational that you will be my owner, Blayze Hanlon," you inform him evenly.\n\n"Er... say that again?"\n\n"I have decided that it is most expedient and rational that you will be my owner, Blayze Hanlon," you inform him evenly. Again. In the exact same intonation and rhythm as before.\n\n"Wait wait wait," he says, raising his hand and waving it a little. "I'm the one that got you into this mess, why in every spiral arm would you think that means it's a good idea for me to be your owner?"\n\n"As I no longer have emotions, I am incapable of feeling resentment towards you for my current state," you remind him in a placid tone. "However, my assessment of the situation does indicate that your own emotional state due to this means you are far less likely to take actions detrimental to my continued existence and functioning, such as neglecting my maintenance or using me as an outlet for emotional outbursts. As well, my current resources would be of most assistance to another bounty hunter, so most logically passing my current possessions, including myself, to you would be the most logical course of action."\n\nHe squints at you, his expression indicating an increasing level of mental exhaustion. "... I'm really not sure about this, ki-... Cypher."\n\n"I have already registered you in my firmware as my owner," you inform him in a reasonable tone. "It is now your decision what you wish to do with me. Should you decide that you do not wish to fully take possession of me, I will remain at my last position waiting for your orders, until I am likely removed as an obstacle and broken down for parts."\n\nBlayze Hanlon stares at you, his jaw actually going slack for a few moments before he grumbles, "For someone without emotions, you sure are a manipulative silver bitch."\n\n"Your emotional reaction is incidental to my statement of the facts," you assure him in a monotone.\n\n"Alright, alright! Fine!" Blayze grumbles, pulling his helmet on and sealing it up, vocalizations now emenating from speakers set in the device. "I'll be your owner, I'll take possession of you, whatever."\n\n"Understood. May I suggest that we proceed to the docking area so that you may also take full possession of my other property?"\n\n"You sure are bossy for an 'object'," Blayze Hanlon says at a low volume, pulling the hood of his jacket into place. "But fine, fine, lead on, O servitudal one."\n\nDeciding that his facetiousness does not require acknowledgement, you immediately turn and make your way through the station, following the path back to the docking bay. When you enter the airlock, Blayze Hanlon close behind you, Sierra's voice greets you with, "Hey, Boss! Wow, I like your new complexion, looking shiny!"\n\n"Thank you," you acknowledge evenly. "I have been transmogrified into a model AT-197GP-F general purpose assistance droid."\n\n"Yeah, it did sort of look like that. So what's up besides that, Boss, who's the new guy?"\n\n"This individual is Blayze Hanlon, a registered bounty hunter," you explain. "He is now my owner. As such, please register him as your owner as well."\n\n"Okie-dokie, Cypherbot!" Sierra's voice says without hesitation. "Hi, Boss, welcome aboard! I'm Sierra, a sentient starship. I have a constantly updating set of wormhole maps and a variable chassis, as well as cutting edge matter-to-energy conversion functions!"\n\n"... This is not what I was expecting when I stepped up to the Karmic Wheel today," Blayze Hanlon murmurs, looking around Sierra's interior. "But, uh, thanks, Sierra. Glad to be aboard, I guess. Although I'm not sure what to do with my own ship, I'm kind of attached to the Razor."\n\n"Oh, that's no problem! I have another ability I've never gotten to use before that can take care of that!"\n\nSoon the interior is shifting around you, growing wider and longer, the visible parts of Sierra's inner hull taking on a faintly golden hue as if they were being infused partially with brass. The layout shifts, seats taking on a different configuration and what looks like a second level of the ship appearing, to judge by the ladder entrance that appears nearby. "There, I've completely integrated with your ship, Boss," Sierra's voice informs Blayze Hanlon. "Or integrated your ship with me, whichever way you want to look at it. I blended the exteriors together pretty well, but if you decide you don't like it when you get a chance to take a look, I can always change it."\n\n"Holy hell," your owner murmurs as he takes a look around. After a moment he reaches up to remove his helmet again. "That's... wild. Hm, wonder what we should call you now?"\n\n"Since you said you were attached to it, I kept the Razor's registry beacon," Sierra answers. "Though I can turn it on and off or alter it at will now. Even though I am still the ship, I guess you could call the chassis the Razor and the computer me, that is, Sierra, if you wanted to."\n\n"Seems a good compromise." Blayze Hanlon looks over at you where you've been standing silently off to the side during all of this. "Any objections, Cypher?"\n\n"Of course not," you answer.\n\n"Riiight. Okay, well, it's been a long day. Sierra, plot a course to system Ajax 998, if you would? I mean, I guess you can do that, right?"\n\n"Sure, Boss! If you're looking to get some shuteye, I put your quarters on the second level, gave them a few upgrades you should enjoy while I was at it."\n\n"Thanks." He runs a hand through his hair, then looks at you. "Ah, Cypher, I guess... do whatever you want?" he suggests, before walking over to the ladder area and sliding down rather than using the rungs.\n\nYou watch him go, optics adjusting with a quiet whirr. Without emotions, what you 'want' is essentially to continue functioning and being useful, thus you have no need for entertainment pursuits or keeping yourself occupied with non-productive activities. As such, you suppose you should determine the best course of action at this juncture.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sit and wait.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Interface with Sierra.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Service your owner.|CyEE]]

"What? What is it?" Alexa asks, frowning a bit at the sound of that noise low in your throat. "You don't think it's his match?"\n\n"It's far more than his match, you've done fantastic work. Despite my enhanced neural network I probably couldn't have come up with a lot of it myself. Just that looking at it, assimilating the specifications from the computer..." You tilt your head a bit, ears flicking. "Isn't it a bit of a waste to just use it in a direct fight?"\n\n"... Go on," Alexa says slowly.\n\n"One of your goals has always been to prove humanity's superiority to City Guard, that he isn't better than normal people and thus doesn't have moral authority. But beating him with this, wouldn't it just show physical superiority in a way?" You turn your head to look at her. "But with the technology you've developed to put into it..."\n\n"... Yes. Yes, you're right." Alexa raises her hand to cup her lower face, staring at the suit. "The construction applications could render building so cost-effective that homelessness could be eradicated easily, I'd just need to figure out a way to keep it from collapsing the housing economy."\n\n"Easy enough if we both work together."\n\n"Not to mention infrastructure construction, agricultural... the regeneration generator designed to heal my injuries instantly and reduce the strain on my body doesn't just have medical applications, a larger, more diffused one could improve crop yields drastically. The air purification system could be easily sized-up using our power generation capabilities to clean the air of entire cities."\n\n"And the suit itself doesn't have to go to waste, either." You gesture to the green and purple structure before the two of you. "Give it a clear faceplate, let people see who you are. The first time you rescue a group of trapped miners from a collapse using the sonic drill and force fields when no other 'hero' could do it, your point will be made. Not just human science... but your science... has conquered."\n\n"Be a 'superhero'," Alexa says drolly, smirking wryly as she shakes her head. "But one that City Guard can only hope to be. One purely home-grown and utterly able to outshine him..."\n\n"To the point of avoiding collateral damage," you add with a quirk of your eyebrow.\n\n"Yes... yes, I see it now. City Guard could never be defeated in a straight-up fight... only killed. The only way I can truly undermine his legacy... and his moral authority... is to usurp his place as a champion. And when the world is instead worshiping at the altar of <i>my</i> science, he'll be forgotten."\n\n"Of course, at that point, the easiest way to make sure he's forgotten," you note, smirking again. "Is to make sure that he's not around to generate any new memories."\n\nAlexa chuckles at that. "Shall I assume that's a privilege you'd like to reserve for yourself?"\n\n"Mhm. No one needs to know about my part in this... except him. Let him see the world bowing in gratitude to someone he looked down on and lectured... and then let him realize it was ultimately the result of his own carelessness and flaws."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|FemPalV11xEnd2]]

"So. You're the one behind all of this."\n\n"Oh, I wouldn't say that," you answer evenly. The air being blasted out by the atmosphere generator whips your twintails back, sending them flapping like penants in the breeze. Below the red dust peels back in a cloud of dust stretching away from it in a wall, destined to be the last great dust storm of pre-colonization Mars. And conveniently obscuring all observation from the otherwise keenly interested Earth, a suitable place for this showdown. You shrug a bit. "Alexa was the mind behind everything, I just helped out with making her visions come to fruition."\n\n"A vision of discord. Black market superweapons, illegal body alterations, and Alexa sitting atop it all ruling from behind the scenes as a queen," City Guard replies back, frowning.\n\n"There will always be black market weapons, there will always be people misusing medical technology, there will always be someone ruling behind the scenes." You fold your arms over her chest. "Who are you to decide which of those humanity should be allowed, and who should be sitting in that seat? You, who had nothing but 'sorry' to offer to the victims of your playing hero?"\n\nHe blinks, then his eyes widen. "You're... Samantha Redtail? I didn't recognize you with the hair, and ears, but... Samantha, listen, I know you must still be upset, but-"\n\n"It's charming that you remember my name, but this is more than about just me now. Though I can't say I'm not still angry about what happened to me, and that it won't make this enjoyable. But Alexa is right... someone like you, and even someone like me, has no place deciding what's right for Earth. Humans need to decide that for themselves. And once you and I are finished here, that's just what they'll do. Because I'm going to kill you here and now, and then I'm going to go off to some other world to find what to do with myself. What happens after that is up to everyone out there."\n\nCity Guard hangs in the thin, dusty Martian air for long moments, before saying, "It doesn't have to be this way, Samantha."\n\n"My name is Ascendant. And it's time I ascended out of humanity properly. But before I go..." You unfold your arms, twisting into a position ready to fight, fixing your gaze on him. "I'm going to remove one last obstacle standing in their way."\n\n<b>Ascendant</b> end - <i>For the good of humanity</i>

Heartbroken, you turn and leave the tent, morosely heading back to your area of the campsight and flopping down on your bedroll. You stare at the stars, torn between blaming Amanda and blaming yourself. \n\nEventually Amanda returns, her dress rumpled and her body smelling of sex. She settles down next to you, cooing and unlacing your pants to fish out your cock. Depression has rendered you limp, however, and after a few moments of stroking and failing to get a response, she sighs in annoyance and rolls away from you onto her own bedroll. Of course, once she does, you begin to imagine just why she smells of sex, and your traitorous cock hardens and sways over your belly. It ignores your previous ability to force it down, and finally you roll over and manage a fitful sleep, plagued by images of other men fucking your beloved.\n\nAs the trip goes on, Amanda gets less and less subtle about her cheating on you, as if wanting to taunt you with it. You go down to the side of the road one night to find her bouncing on the cock of one of the horseboys, her dress cast aside and her body naked in the afternoon sun. She looks right at you and grins evilly as she starts telling the fat peasant how amazing his cock is and how good he fucks. Wincing, you turn away, your heart broken and your cock throbbing in your pants.\n\nOne night, you notice that almost none of the soldiers are about. Having a sinking feeling in your gut that you know where they are, you wander around until you can follow the sound of moans. At least two dozen of the guards are completely out of their armor and gathered around the naked Amanda, who is on her knees. Six or so have crowded around her at once while the rest wait, stroking their cocks lightly in anticipation. The blonde teen is already covered with a fair amount of jizz, thick white slopped in her hair and on her face, and glistening in the firelight on the perky globes of her tits. \n\nYou slump back against a tree, tears trickling down your cheeks as you unlace your pants. Drawing out your achingly hard cock, you begin stroking it, while your other hand comes up to knead at one of your own tits through the leather of your tunic. You're miserable, and at the same time you can't remember the last time you were so turned on. Amanda notices you just as she turns from slurping the jizz out of one of the guards' cocks, and gives a gurgling laugh before she swallows.\n\n"That's right, bitch! Jerk off, since you can't fuck me!" she calls, her voice coarse and thick with the amount of cocksucking she's been doing as much as her manner. Then she grins wickedly at the assembled guards. "Remember what I told you guys, right? Do it now, show that stupid cunt what a whore I am!"\n\nLeering, other guards with only half-hard cocks step forward, replacing the ones that had just cum all over her. After little spurts of starting, streams of yellow piss begin arcing from the tips of their cocks, striking Amanda's already cumstained skin. She squeals with delight as they hose her down, the smell of acrid, ale-induced piss hitting your nose even from where you stand. Amanda laughs as more of them step forward, some of them concentrating on soaking her lovely blonde locks with urine as if it were water. Two more focus on spraying her tits, the bright yellow streams hitting her nipples and then washing back and forth over the pale orbs. The third pisses right in her face, Amanda closing her eyes and smiling wickedly before opening her mouth and tilting her head to let his stream hit right into her lips. She gargles audibly as it sprays in and dribbles down the sides of her chin.\n\nAs she closes her mouth and swallows, more ale-chugging guards step forward, you sob and begin spraying your load all over the ground. You've turned your sweet, innocent beloved into a complete slut... one who gets off on humiliating you.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|ShemaleBarbarian25xEnd]]

"I bet I can get the front door open," you announce, hauling your maglite out of the van and clicking it on. It casts a long pillar of hazy, smoky light towards the house, catching wisps of the thinner fog that permeates the atmosphere around you. It might be creepy, but after such a confident announcement and knowing everyone will be right behind you, it doesn't bother you too much.\n\n"Great! Let's go!" Ted chirps.\n\nThe whole group follows you, feet crunching on the gravel partially hidden beneath the growth of weedy grass that's grown up thin and sickly through it over the years. Everyone's steps slow a little bit the closer you draw to the house... the decrepit structure seems to more loom over you instead of simply getting closer as you approach. You actually hesitate before stepping up onto the simple concrete doorstep, but once you do the others quickly crowd in behind you. You pass Tanya your maglite and direct her on where to point it, then draw out a small pouch of tools and set to work on the old, rusty lock.\n\n"Wow, where'd you get those?" Ted asks.\n\n"Picked 'em up awhile back," you reply, grateful for the confirmation that he doesn't actually read your expense reports before he writes a check. Time to get a new gaming laptop...\n\n"An', like, where'd you learn to pick locks, maaaan?" Skinny asks with great interest, leaning close enough that you have to nudge his head back some to get it out of your light.\n\n"The internet, obviously. Though it was mostly abstract and didn't really cover locks this-" You cover up a wince as there's a loud crack. "-old." Despairing a bit, you reach up and try the doorknob... only for it to turn easily, the door creaking open a few inches at the pressure. "Uh, there, see? The internet wins again!" you annonce, straightening up and putting away your tools. Hey, in this instance 'opened flawlessly' and 'broken, but open' are just as good, no need to point out the difference to anyone.\n\nTed takes the lead, pushing the creaking, slightly wobbling door the rest of the way open and stepping aside, the rest of you following in a little clump after him. The entry hall of the house is mostly devoid of anything like furniture or appointment... there are some large rags on the pitted, rotting floor that look like they used to be expensive rugs, and a few antique chairs with their once decadent upholstery faded into a rat-eaten color that can only be called "neutral". Ted and Tanya pull out small multi-LED flashlights and add to the number of beams of light crawling over the seemingly barren walls and ceiling.\n\nEven from here, the inside of the house seems... strange. It seems like you can easily see all the various sides and rooms available on the third floor, and yet at the same time there's just a feeling of there being so much more to it, hiding just around the corner, urging you to take two steps and become separated from everything familiar and safe as much as if you'd been dumped across an ocean.\n\nSo of course Ted takes that moment to announce, "Okay, gang, let's split up and get this place explored! If any of us finds something interesting, they can come get the others!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with Tanya.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go with Ted.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go with Skinny and Woolly.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go by yourself.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]

"I'm pretty sure that's exactly why Celest <i>didn't</i> want us knowing," you answer, folding your arms over your chest. "So that no one wound up feeling like a second-class citizen." You decline to add that you suspect she might have been suggesting this because she's sure she's the original and would win out somehow, thus making you her slave.\n\n"... Yeah, you're right, you're right," the other you says with a sigh, rubbing the back of her head. "I was going to suggest flipping a coin, but let's just do that for who will stay Cyan, alright?"\n\n"Yeah, that's fair." You wait for her to rummage on the desktop for a quarter, waiting until she flips it to call, "Heads." When she catches it and slaps it to the back of her hand, she hesitates, then peeks. By her sigh you can guess that you just got to keep your name. "Sorry," you feel compelled to say.\n\n"Nah, it's fair and square. I guess I should pick something at least kind of similar." She considers for a moment, then says, "'Sapphire'. How's that sound?"\n\n"A bit like a porn star." You snicker as she slaps you on the shoulder. "Nah, it's good, it's good. Look, how's this for decision-making. We need to split up everything but our phones, right? Though since those are total clones now, I guess you'll need a new SIM card and number. But for everything else, we'll flip for it. Winner can either choose to keep the old one, or buy a new one with the Celest-money."\n\n"Sounds good," Sapphire agrees, nodding. Maybe it's just thinking of her with a distinct name of her own, but she's already starting to seem less like 'another you' and more like 'your new twin'. She glances at the window. "We must've been on the ship for awhile, looks like it's starting to get light outside."\n\n"Guess Mom and Dad will be up soon and we'll have to see if these things work," you say with a glance at your new 'watch'. "Remember, stay calm, just act like there's always been two of us."\n\n"I'm not sure if I'm even ready for this," Sapphire says with another sigh. "Being treated like a... slightly... different person, having to lie about what happened for... well, forever."\n\nYou obviously feel a bit the same. Some time to settle your minds might help. On the other hand, you'll have to face it sometime...\n\n<hr>\n[[Avoidance.|GGAlien2x7]]\n\n[[Acceptance.|GGAlien]]

February! It... pretty much means Valentine's Day, though hey, you can find other holidays to celebrate too! ... It pretty much means Valentine's Day.\n\n[[Valentine's Day.|HolValStart]]

"Nah, I feel like fucking you right here," you answer, pulling your fingers out of her ass and undoing your pants, fishing out your long, thick cock. You slap it against her ass a few times, smirking as she shivers at the feel, then reach down and grab her panties, making you yelp as you tear them off completely. "Your slutty little cunt just can't wait for this, bitch." \n\n"Wait, Eric, wait," she pleads, looking over her shoulder with wide eyes as you rub the tip of your prick between her damp pussylips. "Please do-OHHHhhhhhhhh," she cuts herself off as you push into her, her head leaning back and eyes rolling up as you spread her pussy open and slide in deeper and deeper, her cunt already clamping around you eagerly before you're even halfway in. Smirking, you grip her by the waist and push all the way in in another smooth stroke, hearing her gasp excitedly and feeling her grind her full ass back against you.\n\n"Yeah, that's what you want, isn't it?" you almost purr as you begin pumping into her lightly, only a few inches at a time, letting her feel most of your fat cock stay deep inside her. "You love getting raped by my cock, don't you, bitch?"\n\n"Ohhhh fuck your cock feels so fucking good," she groans as she bucks back against you again, panting as you begin fucking into her harder, letting out soft, slutty little 'oooo' and 'mmmnn!' noises with almost every thrust. "Fuck me, rape me, please, please, I need your cock!" \n\nYou knead her ass as you thrust into her, spreading her cheeks apart and then sinking your thumb into her spit-slick hole, hearing her give a shameless moan of pleasure at the penetration. You begin pounding into her harder, making her tits rock beneath her as she digs her fingers against the wood, the somewhat shy, girl-next-door barmaid groaning like a wanton whore as you slam your throbbing cock into her dripping cunt. "That's right, beg for it, beg like you've always wanted to beg, you slut."\n\n"Ffffuck yes, rape me, rape me, I love getting raped, I wanna be raped all the time, <b>fuck</b>!" she gasps out, thrusting herself back against you, her pussy soaking your balls as it squeezes and trembles all around your length, her tongue lolling out and her eyes rolling up in her head, an idiotic smile on her face.\n\nJust as you're about to grab a fistful of her hair and really go to town with the pounding, you hear an "Uhhhh" and glance up. Yuffie is standing in the doorway, her eyes wide. The teenage ninja is dressed in a somewhat simplified version of her game outfit... no armguard, and fishnet stockings of matching heights. She's just sort of staring at the scene of you with Tifa bent over the table and your cock buried in her pussy, the martial artist still twitching and making little almost laughter-like sounds of orgasm with that shameless climax expression on her face.\n\n<hr>\n[["Wait your turn to get raped."|FF7X]]\n\n[["Wait your turn to rape her."|FF7X]]

"I got it from a store on the surface," you reply hastily, having managed to catch a little of your breath. "W-we've got stuff like that up there, y'know? It's not even a big deal for us!"\n\nYou don't hear anything from the demon rat for long enough that you start to worry. But then finally he slips off of your back and away. A moment later he's standing in front of you... bigger than Tiri by maybe four inches, but also definitely more muscular, with darker, oily-looking fur and wearing nothing but a cloth wound around his waist and crotch that shows off a rather impressive set of balls. He's also pointing a spear right at your face.\n\n"Human girl come with Kolololalalolalolalo Lokololalolololaka Tom Lolalolokakaka. Tell tales of potions and surface to Big. Try to run, get spear in head."\n\nYou nod slowly, and just as slowly get to your feet, your hands raised up to either side of your head. 'Tom', as you immediately start thinking of him, moves around behind you and gives you a light jab in the butt, making you yelp and stumble forward.\n\nYou have to go on hands and knees through the hole in the wall that you saw earlier, crawling along like an animal for what feels like forever, with no light and the smell of... something... strong in your nose. Old dirt, something like body odor, muskiness, and other, even less pleasant smells all combine to make the dark, cramped little tunnel a nightmare that almost has you sobbing by the time you reach the end of it. You emerge into wan light, your hands sore and bruised and your clothes filthy, dark streaks of dirt on your face and arms. Still, you clamber to your feet before Tom can give you another jab, and morosely march ahead of him through the demon rat settlement.\n\nYou've seen a lot of internet posts by rat enthusiasts talking about how clean they are, how affectionate, how they look out for each other, how organized their communities, stuff like that. All of that apparently doesn't apply to demon rats. The little creatures live in squalor, organic things thrown about and left to rot (or be eaten by the weaker rats), their small huts made of what looks like bits and pieces of trash all looking on the verge of falling down. They argue, fight, and fuck in the streets... you see one pair of them go through the stages of all three, and with their high shrieking voices and the way they're rolling about (and with not wanting to stare too closely), you're not entirely sure of the sex of the participants.\n\nTom forces you through the streets, acquiring a little crowd of leering, insult-piping lookers-on, to the only structure that looks like it's not about to cave in any second, instead looking like it's pieced together from smashed and broken furniture and construction site refuse. Sitting on a soiled, stuffing-bleeding couch is what can only be "Big"... a demon rat that looks like he might almost be as tall as you are. He's wearing a fair bit of jewelry, most of it obviously women's, but otherwise is unclad, showing off that despite being short for a human he's well-hung... for a horse. It lays flopped against one fuzzy thigh as he eyes you thoughtfully.\n\nYour eyes immediately go to what's next to him, however. Forced into a low crouch on her knees in an old carrier for large dogs is Leslie. She immediately grips the front of the carrier, calling out "Cy!", only to wince as Big smacks the top of the carrier with the half of a pool cue he's holding in one hand. You bite your lip as you notice that Leslie's dirty and naked... you don't even want to think about the treatment she's probably undergone, and here you are to 'rescue' her.\n\nTom scurries out from behind you and over to Big, leaning up to chitter at him quietly and at length. Big's huge ears flick a few times as he listens, then he snatches the potion string from the smaller rat and shakes it at you. His patchy white and black fur puffs out a bit as he speaks. "Kolololalalolalolalo Lokololalolololaka Tom Lolalolokakaka say you bring this from surface. Say you say there is more up there, easy to get."\n\n"Well... it's not <i>easy</i> to get," you try and hedge, wincing as his eyes narrow and the chittering, hissing ratfolk close in a bit closer around you. "I said it wasn't a big deal! I meant as in, yeah, I could get some more!"\n\n"Hm. You get some more for us," Big decides, resting the braided leather across his fat belly.\n\n"Only if you let Leslie and me go after," you counter, summoning up the will to be brave even as the crowd hisses at you again.\n\nBig ponderously gets to his furless, clawed feet and makes his way towards you, belly wobbling a bit and that immense cock swaying, looking like it's just a few inches from touching the ground with his relatively short legs. He stands in front of you and peers up his muzzle the relatively short distance that he's shorter than you, before his free hand comes up. Those long, scary-looking fingers are surprisingly deft as he undoes the button and zipper of your jeans, then roughly tucks his fingers down the front of them and your panties and yanks them down around your thighs. You flush red as your ass and pussy are bared to the crowd, which hoots and laughs and leers even more than before, several of the ratmen starting to visibly grow erect in its ranks.\n\n"Why not just make human girl Big's slave and be done? Maybe let crowd have turn when done stretching human girl's holes?" Big muses, running his claws lightly up and down your inner thigh and making you shudder.\n\n"B-because slaves don't do bargaining on the surface world," you try desperately. "I'll get you all sorts of stuff from there, if you want, but let me and Leslie go."\n\nBig harrumphs, narrowing his glowing red eyes, the light from them reflecting just a bit off the black lacquer of his horns. He turns and makes his way back to his couch, and you start to reach for your jeans, only to wince and raise your hand again as the crowd hisses at you. The demon rat leader flumps back onto the couch, scratches at his crotch, then waves his pool cue a bit. "Little boob human girl stays slave. But won't be hurt or given to crowd. Big boob human girl becomes a slave. But won't be hurt or given to crowd. Big boob human girl brings us things from surface world. If Big is pleased by these things, eventually human girls given freedom."\n\nThat, apparently, is his counter offer, and you're starting to realize that you're dangerously low on bargaining room here.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stick to your guns, he has to let Leslie go.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Accept his offer.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

You nod and give her a quick, soft kiss on the lips before drawing away and standing up. Since the pants are already partly off, they're the first to go, the remaining buttons undone and the garment dropping to the floor. Then you unbutton a few of the shirt buttons before simply pulling it over your head and tossing it away. You pause for a moment as you notice Amanda staring at your body in the moonlight, her breathing coming fast again.\n\n"I was with you while you were naked for so long, but I... I never <i>wanted</i> you so badly."\n\nYour cock gives a throb at that, and it's all you can do to keep yourself from leaping on her then and there. But you promised her gentle, and you'll deliver. You lean in for another quick kiss while you gather up the folds of her nightgown and gently draw it upward. Amanda gives a few little hops in place when she realizes it's stuck underneath her, and you make a noise low in your throat when you notice how it makes her unrestrained breasts jiggle. You finally draw it up and over her head, leaving her completely bare to you for the first time.\n\nHer breasts are just as full and perfect as they looked through the thin cotton, still absolutely unaffected by gravity, high and proud and moving with her every needy breath. Her stiff nipples cap puffy, domed areola, and you manage to keep your movements slow as you push her onto her back and envelope one with her mouth. She presses a hand over her own mouth to muffle herself as you begin washing your tongue in slow, lazy motions over it, like a cat licking cream. Your own breasts press against her belly as you settle partly atop her, your cock rubbing against her leg whenever she twitches. You lavish such attention on both breasts, taking your time, leaving each one glistening and exposed to the cool night air every time you move to the other one.\n\nYour hands are not idle, and you slip one between her legs as you continue to work her nipples with your tongue. You pay some attention to the rest of her breasts as well, her cries now coming regularly muffled by her palm as you drag your tongue over the smooth skin and begin stroking your fingers over her slit. She's absolutely soaked, her sex radiating enough heat that it's like holding your hand close to a fire. Your thumb brushes over the front of her crotch as you start moving it into position to stimulate her further. You feel a light dusting of silky fine hair, and imagine it as gloriously blonde as that on her head even if you know it's likely not. Still, you can't help but dream of making love to her in full daylight so you can find out.\n\nOnce you're fairly certain that she's had not one orgasm but several, you draw back, looking at the gloriously pleasured look of her face. You're more hopelessly captivated by her than ever, looking at the locks of hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, the way she's gulping for air, the way she's so gloriously sexual in this moment.\n\n"I'm... I'm ready... <i>please</i>!" she begs softly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|ShemaleBarbarian3x18]]

Smiling, you lean in and kiss her. She gasps a little, then closes her eyes and leans in. You never did much kissing in your old life, but luckily again your body knows what it's doing. You bring both hands up to cup her head and draw her into you, lips working as your tongue dives into her mouth. You give her a taste of the ravenous, bestial hunger you've been feeling ever since you got this body, kissing her like you want to devour her whole. You can feel her body start trembling, her hands coming up to twist fistfuls of your shirt in her fingers. She begins mewling softly into the kiss, little verbal emanations of need you don't think she's even aware of making.\n\nYou break the kiss and leave her panting to look at her. Her nipples are stiff peaks under the thin, airy white cotton of the nightdress. Her skin is flushed and warm all over, no longer just the blush on her face. Her lips are parted, her breathing coming hard between them, her tongue actually jutting out a little bit. You bury your face in the nape of her neck, kissing and licking wantonly at the meeting of her shoulder and neck, making her moan aloud now, her nails actually trying to dig into your skin through your shirt. When you nip at her with your teeth, despite the lightness of it she cries out softly, a mingling of surprise and lust that makes your cock literally bust the buttons of your pants and jut forth, dripping pre onto the sheets.\n\nAmanda jumps a little and stares down at it, then gives you an adorably shy smile even as she reaches a hand down. Tentatively she tries to wrap her hand around it, making you hiss softly. She pauses, as if unsure it was a good sound, but then continues when you resume kissing at her throat. She moans softly as she gives it a few strokes, apparently realizing her fingertips don't touch. "It's... it's so big..." She draws back a little, meeting your eyes with an expression both worried and wanton. "Be... be gentle with me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be gentle with her.|ShemaleBarbarian3x17]]\n\n[[Nope, fuck her brains out.|ShemaleBarbarian19x1]]

You wait about an hour after everyone has turned in for the evening, then slip out of your room and pad down the hall on catlike bare feet. You listen briefly at Amanda's door before carefully opening it and slipping inside, hoping she'll forgive you for not knocking. You find her laying in bed, but at your entrance she bolts upright. She's wearing a longer, somewhat more elegant version of her shift, apparently a nightgown. When she sees that it's you her face lights up... and turns red again.\n\n"Eirk!" Then she claps a hand over her mouth. Lowering it sheepishly, she continues in a whisper, "Ah... what are you doing here?"\n\n"I guess I got used to sleeping next to you every night," you admit with a grin, coming over to sit down on the side of the bed. You raise a hand to brush over her reddened cheek. "Hope you don't mind."\n\n"No. I don't mind." She nibbles her lower lip, then ducks her head slightly, looking at you through her lashes. "Just to... sleep?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, just sleep.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Definitely not just sleeping.|ShemaleBarbarian3x16]]

"Men's style clothing, please," you inform her politely. You're still mostly male in your head, after all, even if that is sort of starting to change the longer you're like this.\n\n"Yes, certainly. I'll, um, have them over by the morning." The seamstress dares one last glance down, then snags her case and flees the room, giggling.\n\nYou head over to the bed and find that apparently, Karey had the same sort of question. There's a pair of pants and a white button-up shirt, and a plainish pink dress. Well, you've just said you're going to wear male clothing, so you pull on the pants and the shirt, fastening the belt that was left from your old clothes and checking yourself in the mirror. You still don't have any shoes, but since the seamstress measured your feet, you suppose she'll bring you some. Checking yourself in the full-length mirror, you take a moment to convince yourself that yes, the reflection is you, before you head downstairs.\n\nYou wander around until you find the dining room, where Karey and Amanda are already seated. Amanda is finally fully dressed and well-groomed since the first time you saw her, and despite how fetching you'd come to find her rumpled hair and tattered slip, she's now so gorgeous your heart aches. She turns to look at you when you enter, and you can see the delight in her eyes, though she turns away again when her cheeks color.\n\n"My, you make quite the dashing rogue in those clothes, Eirk," Karey says with a bit of delight of her own, eyes twinkling. Amanda shoots her a bit of a look, but that's all as she continues. "Please, sit down, eat."\n\nThe meal is delicious, and you manage to keep yourself from wolfing it down like a wild animal, just barely. A few times you catch Amanda diving her head towards a piece of pheasant before she remembers herself as well, and both that and her blush when you catch her has you grinning from ear to ear.\n\n"I should be able to arrange secure transport in three days' time," Karey says after awhile, when it's obvious that both Amanda and yourself have slowed down a bit. "This time it will be with a guard caravan, and you will be traveling by main roads through civilization. Only the sudden overthrow of the kingdom could disrupt your trip this time."\n\n"Thank you so much, Karey," Amanda answers in a relieved tone, putting a hand to her chest.\n\n"Of course. I look forward to having you both as my guests for the next few days." She gives a little bow in place, and you can't quite help it, your eyes wander. You realize that her dress is actually holding her chest down quite a bit. When she straightens, her eyes briefly meet yours, her lips flashing a grin. Yes, that was definitely both enticement and invitation. Then the meal is over, and it's suggested that everyone retire, with the two of you having had such a difficult journey.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Karey's room.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Go to Amanda's room.|ShemaleBarbarian3x15]]\n\n[[Stay in your own room.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

"N-no, I'm... I'm okay, thanks," you manage, amidst thoughts of yanking her into the tub and then fucking her right through her dress. "Thanks anyway."\n\nLooking disappointed, she curtsies and then turns and leaves, closing the door again behind her. You crane your neck to watch her go, and wait less than ten seconds before grabbing your throbbing rod with both hands. Moaning loudly you begin pumping both hands over your water-slick prick, pumping your hips up into them. Your fucking motion quickly sets the tub water to rolling back and forth like waves in the sea, washing hot water over your tits.\n\nRemembering that you have more to pleasure than your cock now, you manage to yank one hand up off it and grab one of your own tits, kneading it roughly and needfully. You moan even louder at the sensation of having your sensitive breast worked over, even if it's by your own hands. You let yourself rely mostly on your body's muscle memory, fingers pinching your nipple and tugging on it until it hurts, and you LOVE it. Your other hand is still furiously jerking your cock, fingers barely even able to reach around the fully erect beast's girth, despite your big hands. Your balls bobble up and down in the water, obviously eager to spill your load.\n\nWhen it hits, you have to bite down on your lip until you draw blood just to muffle your scream a little. You can feel your cock actually throb up thicker and longer in your hand as you begin shooting amazingly thick jets of cum. The first spurt of it actually hits the ceiling, splashing and making a puddle on the molded tile. The next almost reaches that high, but falls back down and splashes into the water. It just keeps coming and coming, although the next few splashes of cum are at least a little more sedate. Instead of firing all over the ceiling or up in the air, one hits the wall behind the tub, while the rest of them splatter all over your own face and tits, painting you up like a girl in a porno movie. You keep spraying your own jizz all over your face and breasts even after you take your hand away and knead your boobs with both hands, your cries having settled into low, satisfied moans.\n\nOf course, afterwards you wind up having to bathe in cum-flooded water. And having to clean off the wall. There's nothing you can do about the ceiling, and after just staring at the discolored and drying splotch for awhile, you sigh and give up, wrapping yourself in a towel and heading out into the bedroom. You jump a little in surprise to find another woman there waiting for you, this one in a simple but well-made dress, a case sitting on the table in front of her. "Greetings, ma'am. I'm the seamstress miss Karey called to make some clothing for you. Please, feel free to remove your towel so that I may measure you. I assure you, there's no need to be shy around me."\n\nWell, shy is the last thing you are these days. Shrugging, you let the towel drop, and can't help but grin as her eyes bug out. Still, she manages not to say anything, despite blushing bright red as she moves over to measure you, at several times kneeling down and being right at eye level with... well, the beast. Eventually she finishes her measurements and straightens up, her face brick red, but her manner professional as she says, "I hope you'll forgive me, um... ma'am?... but I've never made clothes for someone of your... sort... before. I mean no offense when I ask... should I make you men's clothes, or women's?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Men's clothes.|ShemaleBarbarian3x14]]\n\n[[Women's clothes.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

Yeah, even with the barbarian consciousness occasionally pressing in around your own personality, there's no way you're passing up a bath. Marta is the one to show you to your room and draw the bathwater for you, and if she's still not exactly thrilled to have a wild woman in her well-ordered household, she's at least being polite.\n\n"Please leave your things outside the door, I'll have them... cleaned, or... well, we'll have some fresh things for you, anyway." She actually smiles a bit as she says it, as if trying to convey that her problem is with the coarse clothing rather than their coarse wearer. Maybe she's not that bad. She only looks like she's about forty, and fairly handsome still, even with those little spectacles perched on her nose. You nod to her and try to give her an unintimidating smile, and since she doesn't flinch before she leaves you guess you succeed.\n\nYou notice a mirror above the sink and go to have a look at your face for the first time. Geez, no wonder people on the street steered clear if you so much as looked at them. You have a pair of scars going across one eye, and another that passes under that eye and your nose... something tells you from the slightly ragged edges of the vertical ones that they were claws, while the horizontal one is cleaner and probably from a sword or something. Even without the intimidation factor of the scars and your partly shaved haircut, your eyes are actually <i>yellow</i>. Maybe there's really something to the fact that you feel like a panther or something half the time. And the fact that even now you feel far comfier in the nude than you ever did while wearing clothes.\n\nStill, there's a nice hot bath to climb into, and you do, sighing blissfully at the feel of it as you settle in. You lean back and close your eyes, just relaxing for a few moments. Your thoughts drift to Amanda, and how soon she'll be fully dressed for the first time since you met her. You think of her in that shift, that lithe, perfect young body, and groan quietly as your cock quickly surges to full erection. You haven't cum in days... twice that if you count the time before you came to this world. It's the longest you've gone since you discovered how to jerk off, and that knowledge is making your heavy balls ache.\n\nBefore you can consider some manual release, there's a knock on the door. You blink and open your eyes just in time for a maid to waltz in. This one's prettier and much younger than Marta, maybe only Amanda's age or so, her brown hair done up in a bun atop her head, her eyes dark brown and her face heart-shaped. "I just came by to see if you needed any help washing up, ma'am," she announces. Her eyes go to your body, then widen as they see the massive pole of your prick jutting up out of the water. Slowly, though, her lips curl up in a smile. "I'd be happy to help in any way that I can..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Must. Stay loyal. To Amanda. Send her away and then fap like mad.|ShemaleBarbarian3x13]]\n\n[[Oh, Amanda will understand if you fuck just ONE slutty little maid...|ShemaleBarbarian]]

You walk over and take one of her hands, lifting it up and kissing the palm. She looks up at you and blushes bright red again, but meets your eyes as you look down at her.\n\n"I promise you. I will always stay by your side... however you'll have me."\n\nHer eyes light up, and you can't help but feel that you've made the right choice. Something inside your chest loosens, and seems to fall away. You can't help but feel that something has changed, and you suspect something you suppose you'll never truly know, until the very end anyway... you'll never go back to your original world. Eric is gone, and Eirk, former Spear Amazon, is here to stay. This is home now.\n\nA moment later a very attractive woman in her twenties with long, dark hair and an elegant maroon dress sweeps into the room, grabbing Amanda up and hugging her tightly. "My poor darling! Are you alright? Are you injured? How are you?"\n\n"I'm alright, Karey, thank you." Amanda hugs the woman back tightly all the same, seeming very relieved to see her. "Eirk saved me."\n\n"Eirk." Amanda's cousin turns towards you. They have the same brilliant blue eyes, though you see a flash of heat and wickedness in the older woman's that Amanda's lack. Those are definitely older eyes. "Thank you so, so much. You are welcome in my house."\n\n"Thank you." You nod your head to her, pretty sure that she means it.\n\n"Karey, I'd really like to get home as quickly and safely as possible," Amanda speaks up, tiredness showing in her voice. "Can you help me?"\n\n"Of course, dear, I'll see to it, within days you'll be heading back to your parents." Karey smiles and turns back to Amanda, stroking her hair. "But look at you, dear, is this all you've had to wear the entire time you've been out there? You'll have to have some new clothes. Obviously after a bath. Why don't both of you get cleaned up while I send for some tailors and find something for you to wear in the meantime?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Take a bath.|ShemaleBarbarian3x12]]\n\n[[Take a bath.|ShemaleBarbarian3x12]]\n\n[[Take a bath.|ShemaleBarbarian3x12]]\n\n[[No, seriously, we're taking a fucking bath.|ShemaleBarbarian3x12]]

You're left bristling a bit, but keep your opinions to yourself as you sit down. You're not even sure why you're offended... it's not like you were ever actually a Spear Amazon until you woke up in that tent, and the first thing you did was run away from them. Still, it stings a little to be treated like that.\n\n"I'm sorry about Marta," Amanda whispers, looking over at you. "She's not intending to be rude, it's just... a lot of people are afraid of the Spear Amazons, they're new and they're so... well, violent. I'm sure that in truth she's very grateful you helped me, it's just hard for her to say."\n\n"It's alright," you say, part out of reflex, partly to comfort her. You shake your head and raise one hand a bit. "Don't worry about it, Amanda."\n\n"But I do. I worry people will treat you badly... especially if..." She looks over, and you see her nibble her lower lip. But she apparently musters the courage. "Especially if you come home with me, to Valisgrad."\n\n"Do you..." You feel your throat choke up a little bit. "Do you really want me to?"\n\n"I'm not sure if..." She trails off, then shakes her head. "I mean. I'm absolutely sure that I want you to come with me. Whatever else happens, or whatever else we... become to each other..." Her cheeks color, and she has to look away before she can continue. "Please, Eirk, never leave my side again."\n\n<hr>\n[[Always stay by her side.|ShemaleBarbarian3x11]]\n\n[[There's still getting home to consider.|ShemaleBarbarian13x1]]

"No! This is crazy, and you're an asshole, Kristov!" you snap out, huffing as you turn away from him, intending to march to your bedroom and find some actual clothing.\n\nYou yelp as he's suddenly grabbing one of your wrists, twisting your arm up behind your back painfully, forcing you up almost onto tiptoe. He pushes you forward, making you scuttle along into the living room instead, where he shoves you forward over one of the waist-high cabinets containing video games and consoles, your tits slapping down against the hard wooden surface. You squirm and buck furiously, then yelp as he delivers a hard slap to one of your asscheeks, making it jiggle.\n\n"Have you lost your <i>mind</i>?!" you shriek in indignation, trying to kick at him a few times, only to yelp repeatedly as he delivers a few more stinging but almost offhanded-seeming slaps to your ass.\n\n"Please," Kristov snorts derisively, his reflection in the TV showing you that he's unlacing his pants. "You wanted me to rape you, that's why you called me over."\n\n"You're crazy!" you snarl, planting your free hand against the top of the cabinet and trying to shove up, accomplishing little with your struggles other than shaking your now handprint-marked ass at him. "First of all, I'm a <i>guy</i>!"\n\n"You look like a sexy fat-titted bitch with a wet pussy to me now," Kristov sneers as he draws out a very long, very thick, very stiff cock and slaps it against your ass a few times, before shifting his hand down to start rubbing at your pussy, making you gasp lightly. "Yeah, look at this wet pussy hungry for my cock. You knew what I'm like, but you called me over, then you fucking stripped for me because now that you're a woman you wanted to get bent over and put in your place," he continues, as if it were all so clear, his hand continuing to rub and occasionally lightly slap your pussy, the wet noises reaching your ears as you writhe and gasp and give little shrieks at the impacts.\n\n"N-no," you protest, but it sounds weak even in your own ears. You give your head a firm shake of denial, trying to repeat it, make him believe it as if that would make any difference. "No, no, I'm a guy, Kristov, please, I'm a guy, I don't like coooAHHHHHH!" You toss your head back, crying out in pleasure as his thick prick begins sliding into your wet sheath, your pussy grasping eagerly at him and trying to suck him inside. He just keeps going, pushing more into you, spreading you open and pushing deeper, like he's going to hit right into the core of you. And then you can feel his strong, still leather-clad hips pressing against your ass before he begins rocking back and forth, fucking you slowly at first with about half his length on every thrust, rocking you forward lightly against the console. "Ffffuck, fuck, ah, fffuck," you whimper, your eyes rolling a little.\n\n"Yeah, that's right, that's what you want, isn't it, cunt?" Kristov practically purrs now, squeezing your ass roughly and giving it another stinging slap between thrusts. "I bet that whole hour without getting a cock in this pussy and thinking you were a person was agonizing for a little fucktoy like you. Don't worry, I'm here now to put you in your place, and you love it, don't you?"\n\nYou open your mouth to reply, but all that comes out is a slutty gasping noise, which only ratchets up into a louder moan as he begins thrusting faster, your tits pressing against the wood with every slap of his hips against your ass. "F-fuck, fuck... I love cock," you whimper. "I love your cock, Kristov, rape me, please!" you beg, starting to jerk your hips back towards him.\n\n"Mm, don't worry, cunt, I'm gonna rape this worthless little hole between your legs, then I'm gonna rape that fat ass for you, too," Kristov replies smugly, really starting to drive into you now, smirking more broadly as your moans and gasps turn into whorish squeals of delight. "Yeah, that's right, cum around my prick, you pathetic piece of meat," he adds as you start doing just that, your tongue jutting out of your mouth and dripping a few lines of spit onto the cabinet surface. A few thrusts later he grunts and presses in hard, dumping his load inside you, making you cum again, your whole body trembling hard.\n\nHe pulls out of you a moment later, and without hesitation leans down to hook his arms under your knees and haul you into the air. He presses you back against his chest, folding you practically double as he slides his hands behind your head, effectively pinning your arms to your sides with the position, turning you into even more of his fucktoy to use as he pleases. And he does just that, pushing your ass down onto his thick cock, your eyes rolling again as you're pushed down onto him like a rubber dicksleeve. Your tongue lolls out and your lips curl up in an idiotic smile as he begins pumping you onto his prick, using you to get himself off, your tits jiggling merrily where they're framed between your upraised legs. You even have a nice view of your completely helpless position and your completely whorish expression in the reflection of the TV!\n\nOnce Kristov's used your ass as a cumdump after wringing another three orgasms out of you, he practically dumps you onto the floor, leaving you to sprawl on all fours, cum still dripping from both your pussy and ass. You shift on all fours to face him and, without a word, lean up and start to adoringly suck at the cock that was just in your ass, stroking your fingers along it while working as much of it as you can into your mouth.\n\n"So now, cunt, you know your place," Kristov grunts as he looks down at you. "So tell me, what is your place?"\n\nYou drag your tongue up the underside of his cock, looking up at him worshipfully as you reply,\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm your whore."|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["I'm your property."|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["I'm your bitch."|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["I'm a piece of fuckmeat."|BuddyOct]]

"Before anything else, why don't we talk for a little while?" you suggest. "I mean... I gotta say, you're definitely the most far-out person I've ever met, I'd kind of like to get to know you."\n\n"Sure!" she chirps, then ohs, flipping up a panel on her chair arm and throwing a switch. A circle opens up in the floor on the dais, a second, slightly less impressive chair rising up and slotting into position. "Here, have a seat, let's chat."\n\nSettling into the surprisingly comfortable sixties-future chair, you consider for a moment before saying, "Okay, so, with most people I'd just start asking things like 'where you're from' or about them personally, but we usually have a pretty common frame of reference. I mean, compared to you and me. Maybe you should tell me about, well, your... species?"\n\n"Sure, that makes sense," Celest replies with a nod. "Well, if we wanted to do a direct one-to-one translation, we'd be called 'humans', since that's just the word you use for people and we have a different word. But if you wanted something closer to 'Terran', like from Terra Firma, we'd be Boggans. Our world is much more marshy than yours... the oceans are smaller but almost all of the landmass is some variety of wetland. We're descended from something that more closely resembles your planet's squids than primates. As far as we've been able to tell, evolutionary pressures for any species generally push them into something that looks a lot like you and me," she adds, grinning and holding up a hand to wiggle her four fingers and opposable thumb, though you note that the lines on her hand are much fainter and there's far fewer of them. You wonder if she even has pores. "Our society was a whole lot like yours is now maybe... two, three centuries ago? And again, from what we've encountered with other races, a <i>lot</i> of them hit a common point in history like this, and from there while the tech and interactivity changes, the general usage and social mores associated with such do much more slowly."\n\n"Huh." You ponder that for a minute, then venture, "So basically, you're saying you still have an internet, highways, apartment buildings...?"\n\n"Right, just that it's an inter-<i>planetary</i>-net, the highways are made of electrocharge plates, and the apartments can have a three-story house inside them because of space bending technology." She grins at that. "You may have noticed we came a long way down the hallway even though the ship doesn't look too huge from outside. Basically as long as the reactor's in good shape and I don't get ridiculous, the interior of the ship can be as big as it needs to be. It's not quite a TARDIS but it's pretty useful."\n\n"Huh." You nod, then hop back to something else she said. "And you said there are other alien races too?"\n\n"Yeah, we know of about two dozen technologically advanced ones, something like five more that haven't hit their industrial revolution yet, and maybe 100 protosentient races. We have good diplomatic relations with maybe five of the two dozen, and we're not at war with anybody. But there's no equivalent of a Federation or an Empire as far as we're aware of, at least not a multi-species one."\n\nYou nod a few times, then find your gaze wandering downward. You blush a little as you bring it back up. "Um, I have another question but I'm worried it might be rude."\n\n"Nah, go ahead! It's understandable in this sort of situation, I promise to keep in mind that you can't have any idea of what would be rude to me!"\n\n"Ah, well, then. I guess, I mean as far as an Earthling would think... are you a male or female?"\n\nThat makes Celest giggle, one hand briefly cupping over her mouth. "No, that's okay, that's not rude at all. Partly because it's out of our frame of reference. Um, let's see..." She taps a finger thoughtfully against the arm of her chair. "Well, from your perspective, and depending on how you look at it even then, Boggans have either one sex or four. Children don't have any sexual characteristics until they start puberty, when they develop breasts, a penis, and testicles. Once we reach maturity, we can then shift back and forth between forms closely resembling 'male' and 'female'. A long, long time ago, that was a process that took months and wasn't entirely in our control... pressures of the balance in the community would just start a chemical change in someone, and over the next nine weeks or so, either their external sex organs would become internal and their breasts would go ahead and start producing sustenance, or their muscle mass and bone density would increase and they'd become much more virile and aggressive. Scientists think we developed this trait to deal with having very small populations... people could go back and forth between the 'male' and 'female' roles as necessary for procreation or defense of the population."\n\n"But now you can control it, you said," you note. "And have for a really long time?"\n\n"While it was about three centuries ago that most of our technology was where yours is now, we did develop applied biochemistry a lot earlier. Some of the earliest scientists were able to do experiments to induce the changes in our bodies as needed or wanted, and then to allow us to do it ourselves without outside assistance. About a thousand years ago, someone developed a chemical mixture that would make the ability to control it hereditary rather than something you needed to take during puberty, and within about four generations everyone could change at will. A lot of us spend our time at the 'default' where we have breasts and a penis, but there are plenty who feel more comfortable staying as what you'd think of as male or female. As for how you think of me..." She considers, then shrugs. "Outside of the one thing, my body shape is closest to 'female', so just think of me as a girl, if you want. I guess I'm a girl with a dick, but then, I am an alien," she says with a grin, shrugging with her hands raised.\n\n"Just don't shove your ovipositor down my throat," you tease back, then erk. "Uh, sorry, that's-"\n\n"Nah, I saw that before Netflix took it off, I liked that movie." She giggles, then makes a face. "I don't like the new series though."\n\n"You're not alone, though if you log onto our internet you might feel that way."\n\n"Well! No need for logging on to the internet now that I've got you here! Or for me to feel alone!" Celest smiles brightly. "As for me personally, most of the stuff I could use as small talk, you wouldn't have any reference for, so just to hit a few highlights, I have a large and friendly family, I really like my home but feel driven to travel a lot, I like working out but also eating and being lazy, and my favorite Earth movie that I've seen is Jurassic Park."\n\nYou grin, and tell her some of the similar general notes about yourself, the two of you falling to chattering over movies and TV shows since apparently the Boggans pirate the hell out of Earth entertainment and she's their equivalent of a weeb for it. Soon she stands and stretches. "Mmm. The conversation's nice, but why don't we do something else for awhile?"\n\n"Hm? Like what?"\n\n"Well, we could actually [[watch some movies|GGAlien]]," she answers, ticking items off on her fingers. "We could [[get some exercise|GGAlien]], there's stuff for that on the ship. I could [[make you something to eat|GGAlien]], I'm a pretty good cook! Or we-" She pauses as you yawn, then grins. "Or we could [[get some rest|GGAlien2x2]], I guess it was pretty deep into the night cycle on the area of the planet where I picked you up. Whatever you wanna do, you pick, you're the guest!"

"I..." You stare at Liam, trying to think. Obviously having sex with another guy would go against your desire to be seen as a strong, masculine dude...\n\n... on the other hand, hasn't society taught you that the manliest of dudes would do absolutely anything to hook up with a hot girl? Obviously this makes perfect sense and will not reflect on you in any way whatsoever. "Yeah, okay, I... I guess I can try," you say slowly. "If you really think, y'know... she'd join in?"\n\n"Preeetty good chance," Liam answers, eyes twinkling. He leans in, lips almost brushing your ear as he whispers to you, the shiver the feeling sends down your spine making you squirm. "Just go along with it, and try to look like you're enjoying yourself. I promise I'll take good care of you, okay? Maria will totally be all over it. Ah, here she comes now."\n\nIndeed, Maria is returning, a full glass of her drink in her hand. "Hey, guys, you hitting it off?"\n\n"It was lust at first sight, babe!" Liam chirps in reply, making you wonder if this blush you've got will ever go away now. "In fact we were already thinking of heading upstairs to find a room. Hey, you wanna come along and watch? I bet Gwyn here would be up for it!"\n\n"Ooooo, well, you know I never mind <i>that</i>," Maria coos, visibly biting her lower lip and looking you up and down in a new light. The flush to her cheeks and sudden visibility of her nipples, as well as the blatantly lustful way she's looking at you, can't help but thrill you... even as you realize that it's at the thought of the other boy beside you fucking you. "If you really don't mind, Gwyn?"\n\n"Y-yeah, sure, I mean, it's cool," you answer, desperately trying to act like you have some amount of control in this situation, despite feeling the opposite.\n\n"C'mon then!" Liam calls, snagging your hand and pulling you along after him, with Maria following along like an excited puppy. The three of you head up some stairs to the second floor, which apparently houses dorm rooms... most of which have been left open, most of them not sporting a lot in the way of personal possessions, apparently specifically so they can be used for... well, what you're about to use them for. Liam heads into one, which is a larger version of yours with only one (somewhat larger) bed, making it seem even roomier still. There's even a little study-type area set up opposite the bed, with a chair facing it that Maria eagerly settles into as Liam shrugs out of his hoodie. "Get undressed, cutie," he urges cheerfully, thankfully not pushing too hard by doing it for you.\n\nYou're very aware of Maria's eyes on you as you pull off your shirt, baring your slender chest... you've never really been able to put on much in the way of muscle tone, despite your efforts. More than that you can feel Liam watching you as he too gets undressed, but you try not to fuss over that as you step out of your shoes and socks before nervously undoing your pants and pushing them down. Whatever mixed feelings you have about this situation, your cock apparently lacks much in the way of reservations, springing free as your underwear slips over them and wobbling stiff in the air as you step free of your clothes. You're once again struck by how good it feels to have Maria looking at your naked body with lust in her eyes... but are quickly reminded of just how you got there as an equally naked Liam steps over towards you, smiling. He's built quite a lot like you are... sleek shoulders, not much muscle, with a long and slender cock that seems about... no, it's definitely a bit longer. He's a bit paler than you are, with a little rainbow heart tattooed just above and to one side of his crotch, and silver rings piercing his nipples. You realize you've been taking in the sight a little too intently with another blush... one that only intensifies as he steps in close, cooing as he runs his hands up your belly, making you shiver again.\n\n"You've got a really cute cock," he stage-whispers, filling you with a lot of mixed feelings as he slides his hands up your chest and back down your sides. Remembering that you're supposed to be looking into this, you start nervously returning the gesture, slipping your hands out to run along his belly, trying not to seem too nervous or hesitant about touching another guy so intimately. You start just a little bit as your fingertips almost accidentally brush against his nipple rings and Liam lets out a gasp, half worried that you hurt him and half worried that you pleasured him. While you're still in that brief moment of confusion, Liam leans in, and you try not to panic when his lips press over yours. Right! Right, kissing, naturally there would be kissing, you just... you just never really thought about the fact that you'd be kissing another guy. Like you are right now. With his tongue pressing into your mouth. Still, you do your best to kiss back, tentatively returning his explorations with your own tongue.\n\nAfter only a moment Liam draws back, snagging your wrists and pulling you over to sit on the side of the bed with him, both of you turned towards Maria, Liam spreading his legs a bit so she has a good view of his stiff cock and bare balls, with you a little nervously doing the same. Knowing she's looking adds such a strange thrill to everything, even as Liam presses on your cheek and draws you back into kissing him. His hands smoothly, confidently roam over your body, stroking your belly, chest, and thighs, while you fight not to squirm and concentrate on trying to return the caresses with shaking, uncertain hands. You can't help but gasp into the other boy's mouth as his hand wraps around your cock and starts stroking it slowly, and after a brief hesitation you return the gesture. You've never touched another guy's cock before, and it's strange how both familiar and foreign it feels, hot and faintly throbbing in your hand, silk skin over steal flesh. The realization that you're making out with another guy while jerking each other off seems a little late, but it's still shocking in its own way, sending a mixture of shame and weird, exotic thrill through you as you rest one hand on his back and give him a somewhat shaky handjob with the other. It feels so good, and yet so strange, and part of you just wants to give in to the feeling and part of you wants to reject how nice it feels having another boy's hand stroking your dick. You peek your eyes open a little and sneak a glance over at Maria... to find that she's pulled her shirt down, baring those full breasts of hers, and pulled her skirt up, one hand down the front of her panties and the other teasing one of her light brown nipples, eyes locked on you.\n\nThe sight is too much added to the stimulation you've already undergone, and you gasp loudly into Liam's mouth as your cock twitches and starts spurting ropes of cum. Your jizz dribbles down over his fingers and smears over the skin of your cock as he continues stroking it slowly, though after a moment he draws back from the kiss and gives you a grin. "Got pretty excited, huh?" he coos in a voice that it's hard to deny is really sexy, his hand sliding up your back. "Well, here, then while you recharge a little..." He gently... not forcefully... pushes you forward, but you're so fuzzy-headed and impressionable from the mixed emotions and the aftermath of your orgasm that you could be knocked over with a plastic straw about now. "Why don't you take care of this?" Liam's voice urges, and then his cock is right in front of you, bare and open, your hand having absently slipped to rest on his thigh instead. You stare at it, eyes turning up towards his smiling face, and then back to the dick right in front of you.\n\nAnd then you're sucking another guy's cock. You don't even really remember leaning forward, but all of a sudden you're licking Liam's balls and sucking lightly at his shaft, lips dragging along it. You have no real idea what you're doing, other than that some of it's what you wish Maria was doing to your own still mostly hard, cum-smeared dick and sack right now. You look up that slender, obviously boyish chest up to Liam's face, shivering at the sight of him smiling at you and stroking your back as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and start bobbing your head. This... this is all to get laid by a hot girl, right? you think as another boy's dick slides further into your mouth while your tongue works it. \n\nYou gag some as it nudges the back of your throat, and apparently not wanting to push you, Liam urges you up with one hand, pulling you back into a kiss without apparent worry that you were just sucking his dick. He lowers his head, kissing along your chin and jaw, making you shiver as you steal a glance at Maria, who by now has entirely discarded her clothes and is slowly finger-fucking herself while watching the two of you. Looks like you really have got her worked up... where to go from here?\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the initiative with Liam.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Let Liam keep the initiative.|GwynLiam1x2]]\n\n[[Try to look as enticing as possible.|GwynLiam]]

You snap your hand down and wrap it around your only mildly swollen knot, throwing back and giving a howl as you abruptly let out a literal spray of precum on command. Tifa yelps loudly, reflexively throwing her hands in front of her face as she's hosed down, what has to be at least a few gallons of hot clear pre striking against her crossed arms and still splashing all over her head, dampening her hair. It soaks into her top, quickly turning it mostly transparent and showing her nipples (which rapidly harden to a likely near-painful extent, stiff and thick like they're trying to rip through the wet fabric). Her flat belly is splashed thoroughly too, plenty of the pre running down and below her belt, as well as splashing up when you spray her thighs, no doubt soaking her panties with the stuff and turning them equally clingy and transparent. Even her socks wind up heavy, dark, and wet with your pre, dripping onto her boots.\n\n"W-what the-?!" Tifa splutters, having just a moment of pure and utter confusion before the aphrodisiac effect of your pre hits her completely. Her eyes widen and her face flushes, her entire body trembling as she hunches in on herself, hugging her middle. She tries desperately to hold back her arousal, and her willpower must be amazing because she holds out for all of five seconds before moaning and yanking up her skirt, shoving a gloved hand down the front of her panties and starting to furiously finger-fuck herself, while her other is stuffed up underneath her shirt, kneading one of her fat tits more roughly than any adolescent boy would if given the chance, fingertips squeezing and twisting her diamond-hard nipple intensely. "Nnnnh! I-I can't stop!" she whines, even as her eyes roll a little in her head and her tongue pokes out. "I can't s-stop, nnnh, ah, ah, fuck!" she blurts, her usual sweet manner gradually dissolving.\n\nHer wobbly legs soon give out under her and she collapses to her knees, moaning and gasping shamelessly even as the flush on her face shows how ashamed she is to do it. She briefly yanks her hand off her tit to bring it down, using both hands to shove her panties down around her strong thighs before she leans forward onto one hand, pre-soaked transparent cotton still clinging to her heavy-hanging tits as she shoves the other hand between her legs and resumes three-fingering herself roughly, showing off her glistening wet pucker as well as her spread cunt to the crowd. "Nnnh! Nnh, ahhhh, fuck, fuck, can't stop, wanna fuck, n-no, no, gotta stop, fuck, fuck, cooooock, I need cock!"\n\nShe lasts a few more seconds before throwing her head back, pre-soaked hair flinging across her back as she cries out, "Oh God, oh God please, somebody fuck me! Rape me, fuck me, abuse me!" She jerks her ass towards the NPCs, most of whome are just programmed to stare and gape in this event, watching as the heat-crazed Tifa Lockhart begs for their cocks. "Shove your dicks in my pussy, in my ass, my mouth, my tits, I don't care just give me cock and fuck me I need it!"\n\nHeaving a loud, dramatic sigh, you saunter over to her, making sure that the shadow of your cock falls across her face. She looks up at you, humiliated even as she moans pleadingly, tongue jutting out as if she'd love nothing more than to start tonguing those big furry balls of yours. "Welllll, I suppose I could lower myself to raping a worthless cunt like yourself. If you beg me."\n\n"Ohhhhh, oh fuuuuck," Tifa whines, spending all of two seconds holding onto her dignity before she whimpers, "Please, please, rape me, rape me, I'll do anything if you'll rape me, please!"\n\n"Now now, beg like a proper bitch in heat," you correct, leering down at her.\n\nShe stares uncomprehendingly, desire-addled brain not able to process that immediately. Then she hurriedly turns around, getting properly on all fours and jutting her ass out towards you, shaking it to show off her dripping cunt. "W-woof!" she blurts, trembling with need and humiliation. "Bark, bark! Woof!"\n\nGood enough, you decide, grabbing her waist as you squat down and slam your cock into her needy pussy, Tifa throwing her head back and doing a much better bitch-like howl of joy as you start fucking her. Her eyes quickly roll up and her mouth curls up in a grin, tongue lolling out as she finally gets what she wanted, her pussy quivering and gushing around you in near-constant orgasms. "You're really very lucky I'm willing to rape you, dumb cunt, not everyone would bother with a pathetic thing like you," you sneer down at her as your hips pound her big jiggly ass.\n\n"Thaaaaank yooooou," she groans happily, drool running down her chin, tits finally popping free of her pre-soaked top and wobbling under her completely unhindered as she fucks back against you. "Thank you for raping my worthless little meat hole! Thank you for raping my dumb bitch gash! Thank you for using me like the fuck-animal I am!" You doubt she even knows what she's saying now, it's just random phrases firing off as orgasms pound her brain just like your cock is pounding her pussy. But of course, that doesn't mean that in the heat (heh) of the moment, she doesn't mean each and every one.\n\nFinally you throw back your head and howl as you slam your cock in fully and knot her, Tifa quivering and shuddering as you begin to spill gallons of hot jizz into her. She abruptly slumps down, eyes rolled up almost completely and face slack, tongue lolled out onto the street, body limp as you continue pumping your load into her. "KAY-OH!" your real voice booms over the stage, Tifa apparently completely and utterly overwhelmed by her heat-induced orgasms.\n\n<hr>\n[[New round!|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-NewRound]]\n\n[[Finish her!|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-Finish1]]

"I love you too," you murmur sincerely, leaning down to kiss her back, your stiff nipples brushing against hers. You taste the saltiness of your own cum on her lips as you kiss her, Amanda cooing happily underneath you. Then she cries out into your mouth as you reach down and lift her legs up right before plunging back into her quivering pussy. "But you're not getting any damn rest tonight!"\n\nYou fuck her again in the same position, your sweat-slick breasts rubbing back and forth over hers as you pump into her, this time kissing her almost all the way through, letting her mewl and moan and yowl against your lips. This time you pull out of her and shove your cock forward between your two bodies, letting your load spray against the undersides of her tits and yours and smear on your powerful abs and her smooth soft belly. Then you straighten up and immediately flip her over, Amanda giving a little yip of surprise at the suddenness as she finds herself face-down on the pillow. You haul her ass into the air and push back into her, gripping her hips and fucking her from behind. She grips the sheets and presses her face into the pillow, muffling her screams of ecstasy as you pound away at her, your strong hips slapping against her round, perfect buttocks.\n\nYou pull out again and thrust your cock up between the cleft of her ass, using the stimulation to spray your load all over her back and into her hair. But you don't wait long before pulling back and starting to pump her pussy again, and if she has any protests she only moans them into the pillow. Her tits sway underneath her and yours bounce gaily, a few droplets of sweat beading on the tips of your nipples only to be flung off by the motion. This time when you pull out you pull back a bit and stroke yourself, making sure to paint your diminished, but still amazingly voluminous load all over the glistening, round, porcelain white globes of her ass.\n\nBy the time the sky outside is beginning to lighten slightly, you think you might be close to your limits, but not there yet. When you pull your cock out of her pussy, it's drooping a little bit, covered in a thick layer of churned-up cum and pussy-juice, but still mostly hard, and you're fairly certain you might be able to go again. But Amanda looks barely conscious and you can feel an ache in some of your muscles that indicates you've given even this highly-toned breeding stud body a workout.\n\n"Oh... oh God..." Amanda moans. "I... I have to bathe, I... I can't let them see me like this..." She is splayed out, covered in both dried and fresh cum pretty much from her knees to her forehead. You shake your head wearily, and stagger over to the nearby vanity and its basin of water.\n\n"You'd fall asleep and drown," you rasp. On second thought, you cup your hands and drink some of the water before dipping a cloth in it. You come over and, despite your exhaustion, tenderly clean your face and neck. "This will have to do. You'll just have to pull the covers up and not get up before telling the maid to draw your bath."\n\n"Love you," she whispers before drifting off. You smile tiredly and pull the covers up yourself. Personally, you think that her modesty is a lost cause at this point, there's no way the servants who change the bed won't know, even if the entire room didn't smell of sex. To that end, you don't bother to get dressed before staggering down the hallway to your own room and collapsing face-down into the bed for a few hours of sleep.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|ShemaleBarbarian3x20]]

You slide up her body, already lightly damp with sweat. Your breasts come to rest full against hers, your face hovering over hers. You naturally shift your hips and feel her opening pressing against the tip of your cock. Your body really <i>has</i> done this a lot. You hover over her in the night, your hair falling down around her face, black mingling with gold on the pillow.\n\n"Tell me if it hurts, alright?" you murmur. After all, while all guys dream of being big, you're <i>really</i> big... and this is the woman you love. She nibbles her lower lip, then gives a little nod. You can tell by the look in her eyes that she wouldn't tell you even if it did, because she wants you so badly. Well... at this point you want her that badly too. So you begin the slow, steady push in. \n\nShe quickly wraps her arms and legs around you, pulling you down atop her and burying her face in the nape of your neck to muffle her newest cry. The feel of her coiling her body around you makes you moan needfully, feeling how your tits have pressed hard down on hers, squashing them both like pillows. It's like she wants all of you inside her, not just your cock. But her pussy is practically sucking you inside, despite her being so very tight. You're fairly certain that she climaxes again just from you getting the head inside, to judge by the way she squeezes all around you and clenches her arms behind your back.\n\nYou continue pushing in slowly, so slowly, but savoring every moment of it. You feel her shudder at one point and you wonder if that was her hymen being broken... you didn't really feel anything. But she doesn't tell you to stop, so you don't. Eventually you feel yourself come to rest against her and your balls settling against soft skin. She managed to take you all. Just the thought of that has you moaning, and you snag a handful of her hair and pull her head back so you can capture her mouth for another hot, hungry kiss.\n\nYou release her head from the kiss and she buries it against your shoulder and neck again as you begin thrusting, pumping your hips up and down in short strokes. Amanda moans loudly, and you can suddenly feel her bite your neck. The surprise, faintest pain, and pleasure makes you grunt, your cock giving a heavy twitch inside her pussy. You begin pumping into her faster and faster, picking up speed and moaning out your own urgency as she drags her nails down your back. Finally as you feel her needy sex squeezing all around you, practically trying to suck you in, you remember just why she was brought to you back in that tent so long ago. Managing to hold off just long enough, you yank yourself upright and pull out of her, your cock shuddering and pulsing as it begins shooting long white streamers all over Amanda's sweat-glistening body.\n\nShe gives a little yip of surprise at your suddenly pulling away and at the splash against her cheek and lips. Then she slumps limply on the bed, panting, her breasts heaving as your glistening cock paints them and her quivering, pale belly with your load. "Why... why did you...?"\n\n"Sorry," you pant, unable to help grinning at both her mild consternation and the sight of your sweet, innocent beloved painted up with spunk like a girl from a filthy magazine. "Didn't want you to contract the swelling sickness."\n\nShe blinks, looking surprised. Then frowns just a little, smooth brow furrowing faintly, lips turning with the glaze of your cum still on them. Then she looks both surprised and scandalized, before finally laughing and slapping the bed. "Silly!" She lets out a rush of breath. "Oh... oh that was so wonderful. I love you," she adds, looking up at you with her eyes sparkling. "But we should get some rest."\n\n<hr>\n[[Rest sounds like a good idea.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Hell with rest.|ShemaleBarbarian3x19]]

"... Alright, I guess if it's that important, I can at least hear this... handler... out," you say with a sigh. \n\n"Thank you, Cyan, that's all I ask." Your mother turns off the road and into a parking garage, following the ramp onto a subterranean level. At the bottom level, she pulls forward and towards a handicapped spot, barely slowing down to let the wall slide up in front of her to reveal a long, dark passageway barely big enough for the car. You shift a bit nervously as a plain wall appears ahead, the car finally slowing and stopping practically touching it. And then the wall begins sliding upward as the car lowers into a squarish tube lit by softly-glowing green panels that pulse and flicker lightly the entire way down. Eventually the tube walls raise away and you're lowered into a large, vaguely retro-futuristic circular room, the platform below the car lowering until it sits flush with the floor. There are people scattered about, many of them tough-looking people in full body armor standing around at the entrances of hallways leading off from the room, but one is a girl about your own age operating a panel directly beside the car platform. She's certainly not dressed like you'd expect of a spy... her hair, for one thing, comes past her shoulders and is dyed an extremely brilliant shade of pink, and she's wearing a hooded windbreaker over a sweater that has what you think is a game of Galaga knitted across the shoulders and chest. The sweater comes down far enough over her hips that you can just barely see the legs of her shorts, and she's wearing a pair of elaborately-patterned socks and a pair of battered black slip-ons.\n\n"Yo," she greets as you and your mother get out, tossing off a lackluster salute. "Wow, she actually came along, awesome."\n\n"I told you she would, Fuchsia," your mother says with a smile as she moves around the car to stand beside you. "My girl doesn't disappoint."\n\n"So, ah, is this the 'handler' you mentioned?" you ask, glancing back and forth between the two.\n\n"Nah, I'm just a techmonkey," the other girl, apparently Fuchsia, says with a little dismissive wave of the hand. "I pretty much always stay here in the nice, safe bunker and just do what I'm told, life is waaaay simpler that way."\n\n"I need to go change into my uniform, dear, my handler will be along in a minute," your mother says, walking off to the side and through a doorway.\n\nA moment later, two of the guards along a hallway snap to attention at some hidden signal, before the obvious cause of it comes striding out, boots clacking authoritatively on the hard surface of the floor. She's tall, with long black hair and a white eyepatch covering her right eye. She's also wearing a somewhat militaristic long white coat that covers her from chest to mid-shin, not giving much insight as to her figure... though under the coat it looks like she's wearing something tight and shiny, white as well, her gloves and boots made of the same stuff. She seems to be about your mother's age, a little more severe of features, though maybe that's the dark lipstick and eyeliner adding to the impression. She stops in front of you and smiles. "It's good to finally meet you, Cyan. Your mother's been talking about you so long, everyone's been looking forward to this day." She glances aside briefly. "Agent Fuchsia."\n\n"Boss," Fuchsia answers, tucking her hands into her jacket pockets.\n\n"So, sounds like you have the advantage on me," you say slowly. "You are...?"\n\n"I'm known only by my title... the Handler," she answers evenly. "You understand that in this line of work, it's necessary to keep a certain amount of distance. One of the only ways that can be formalized is by insuring that everyone uses code names while in the building and communicating with each other. Thus, I'm the Handler, this is Agent Fuchsia..." She glances aside as there's the sound of a door opening. "Ah, and Agent Violet."\n\nYou look over, and can't help but stare a little. Your mother is walking out of the room she entered, but is now wearing a shiny purple bodysuit. An extremely tight purple bodysuit... as in so tight that the puffy nipples capping her individually hugged and outlined breasts are visible. In fact, you're pretty sure that if the utility belt looking thing she's wearing didn't have a largeish pouch hanging down in front, her sex would be pretty clearly outlined. Other than a pair of tech-looking bracers around her forearms, she doesn't seem to be wearing anything else... the feet of the bodysuit are simply shaped like boots, with attached black soles with stiletto heels. You'd expect almost anyone to seem embarrassed in that, but she actually seems more relaxed and confident than you've seen her in awhile... she even gives you a wink as she comes to a stop between the other two.\n\n"Uh... that's some spy suit," you say a little numbly.\n\n"It's an amazing piece of technology," the Handler says evenly... if she's aware at all of how lewd the thing looks on your mother's fit but voluptuous body, she doesn't give the slightest indication. "One you'll become familiar with shortly. You see, Cyan, in addition to having had a look at your gaming skills, we've also assessed your genetic potential... like your mother, you have the DNA of an effective agent. Your aptitude, but also your potential, makes you absolutely vital for recruitment. Right now, as we speak, a terrorist has seized an experimental illegal chemical weapon and is planning to blackmail a major western nation with the threat of deploying it in a densely-populated urban area. Our source says they'll make the threat in the next twelve hours... we have to stop them before then, before they even contact any government officials. Once they do, someone is sure to leak the threat's existence, and there will be widespread panic all across the targeted nation. That's why it's so vital that this be done quickly, quietly, and as off the radar as possible."\n\n"This is the sort of work that Semiglobal Law & Order Operative Team does, Cyan," your mother says, pride in her voice. "We save people... not for glory, or any political agenda, just to save as many people as possible, as early as possible."\n\n"So the question is, will you become an Agent?" the Handler asks, her eye focused on you intently.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|GGSpy1x2]]\n\n[[No.|GGSpy1bx1]]

You sit up in the back of the Monster Magnet, wobbling around a bit as your spine bends more than it should and too fluidly. Tightening your muscles, you force yourself into a more rigid posture as you scoot around to grab your jeans and start hauling them on. They're fitting less and less well by the day... part of it's the slow alteration of the structure of your knees, part of it's getting them over your feet, which have begun to split somewhat down the middle, your toenails gradually growing thick and black and starting to grow together. You decide not to bother with your shirt, instead scooting to the open back doors and settling down to the ground.\n\nYour motion is limping and unsteady as you make your way across the grass... your knees are caught somewhere between bending one way and the next, and it's feeling less and less right to walk on the flats of your feet, but you manage. Trying not to wobble again, you settle down at the edge of the cliff the Monster Magnet is parked near, letting the lower halves of your changing legs dangle over it as you look out over the city below.\n\nWhen you got here, it still looked pretty much like any city in the country. Skyscrapers of different designs, water towers, roads alive with moving cars. Now, it's... different. Changed, obviously. One or two of the buildings have had their outer layers gradually fall away to reveal things inside them... massive, writhing tentacles that jut into the air and wriggle obscenely, throbbing pillars of multicolored flesh that flash with strange bioluminescent colors. Other buildings seem to have almost been consumed by fleshy, pulsating 'ivy'. From the radio reports before it all became insane jabbering and literal gibberish, a lot of that was from the occupants of the buildings altering and melting together in some sort of hive-transformation. Other buildings have been built onto with odd, seemingly architecturally impossible structures, the altering brains of some of the city's inhabitants urging them to put their new claws, or tentacles, or tails to work on the inhuman structures.\n\nYou turn your head a little and look over the shoulder at heavy thuds and the sound of branches rustling in the forest behind you, followed by the discordant shrieks of steadily mutating birds as they're disturbed and sent fluttering into the sky. That will be Tanya, you think dully as you turn your gaze back to the city, trying to ignore the warbling, just-almost-human cries from the trees, followed by thick, gutteral bellows and the sounds of flesh thumping on flesh. Tanya was the last to fully change, and made it all the way here with you to do your agreed-upon watching the end. Ted was the first to go, his usual seemingly contradictory prattle becoming more and more divided until he sounded like two sides of someone's brain arguing with each other... then he was, his head literally splitting in half, the two sides arguing constantly with each other even as other parts of him proliferated and duplicated, sending him scrambling off chaotically as his two half-brains fought for control. Skinny and Woolly were the next to go... together, at least, you suppose they'd be grateful for that. The last time you saw them they'd become a thing you could only think of as a 'Woollytaur', Skinny's scrawny, naked body attached to Woolly's shoulders from the hips up, his too-many-jointed arms flailing as Woolly scrambled into the night, head still jutting forward from beneath Skinny's crotch, bisected jaw open and tentacle-tongue lashing the air. Tanya... Tanya's changes were slower, and more subtle, even allowing her to drive most of the way here. But you think once she was here, and started to see the changes in the city below, she lost hope, and everything accelerated. Her skin that had only begun to grow pale quickly turned a sickly green-white and took on a texture like a mushroom's, her limbs and body bloated, new appendages began to grow. Within a day she was stomping around the forest, her mind apparently gone, either fighting or fucking the steadily transforming deer that populated the woods... or both at the same time, you're pretty sure you caught a glimpse of once.\n\nYou let out a sigh, the motion sending your tongue snaking out of your mouth. Without really taking any direction from you, it wraps around one of your engorged breasts several times, the forked tip starting to tease at and push into the mouth-like opening your nipple is developing into. Shuddering in a combination of pleasure and disgust, you realize that your view of the city is gradually altering... you're seeing it from more angles, in a sort of rounded dome-like view, as your eyes no doubt start to become compound. You recall what <i>The Necessity of Change</i> said... that you would be the last to look on the world as everyone once did. If your eyes are changing... that must mean you're the least mutated person on the planet. Though you doubt that will be true for long.\n\nYou shudder as your tongue starts lightly fucking your nipple of its own accord, your inhumanly swollen and wet pussy starting to further soak your jeans. 'It was supposed to be just a book,' you think despairingly as the changes overcoming your vision start to push deeper, into your brain, your thoughts becoming more jumbled, the structure changing fast now. 'Was only a book... book only... was book only a fuck kiss mate book only change change book just book fuck birth book...'\n\n<b>The Necessity of Change</b> end - <i>Just a book</i>

<<set $lost to true>>You sit up suddenly, gasping and twitching. What the hell?! You look down at yourself to find that your body is blank and sexless, just a gray humanoid form with only the faintest suggestion of actual anatomy. There's a fog over your memory... but it quickly disappears and memory floods back as you see the character selection screen in front of you. Dammit! You lost! \n\nSighing, you stand up and reach out to the side of the character select menu being displayed, tapping at the spot where the hidden menu should be. You frown as nothing happens. You try again, then in a few slightly different spots, all with the same result: nothing. You try mentally forcing the menu to open, or willing yourself back to the mission room or hab area. Still nothing. You scowl more deeply, considering. You built those backdoors specifically for if you lost, so that you could skip right back to your Bounty Hunter area without any problems. You must have somehow made a mistake in the code and shut off your back door before making the latest build.\n\n... Unless... that's not what happened. You frown a little. You used magic in a lot of the code to make the giant leaps in filling stuff in that you as a solo programmer would never be able to do, let alone making things immersive once people were pulled in. So adaptive magic is woven through a lot of the program. You suppose it's theoretically possible that somehow it decided it didn't like the "cheat" you put in and is making you run the game "properly". ... No, surely not. You probably just made a mistake with setting up the menu. \n\nYou sigh. Well, whatever it was, with no logout button displayed and unable to just hit 'Escape' the only thing to do now is play as one of the top-level Prey characters and defeat a Bounty Hunter... luckily the adaptive programming should have allowed Bounty Hunter to be playable in the absence of you actually being active in the class. You should at least still have increased stats and much higher self-awareness as opposed to a regular player, so you've got a way better shot at it. It's just a matter of picking which character to play as.\n\n[[Tifa Lockhart|Capture-TifaPlay]]\n\n[[Princess Jasmine|Capture-JasminePlay]]\n\n[[Britanny Diggers|Capture-BritPlay]]\n\n[[Samus Aran|Capture-SamusPlay]]

You finally give that snort, giving a dismissive wave with one hand. "Yeah, what<i>ever</i>."\n\nThose pretty blue eyes narrow a little. "Excuse me?"\n\n"Look, you can play the 'tough girl' act all you want, and dress the part, which, by the way, gross," you add, flicking a hand up and down to indicate Jasmine from head to toe. "But you said it yourself, my parents are paying you. You're just another glorified babysitter, and if you want your paycheck, maybe consider backing off and letting me do what I want."\n\n"I can't tell if you're being stubborn or stupid," the tall woman says with a snort of her own, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.\n\nYour eyes widen, and you bristle. Did she seriously just call you stupid?! Seriously?! <i><b>Seriously?!</b></i>\n\n<hr>\n[["You're stupid, bitch!"|MeanFarm]]\n\n[["You're the dumb one, jackass!"|MeanFarm]]\n\n[["Don't insult me, you fat pig!"|MeanFarm]]\n\n[["Fuck you, you dried-up old hag!"|MeanFarm]]

Why not? You're a teenager, masturbating all day alone in your room is half the point. You decide to start with a browse of your downloads, navigating through the numerous innocuously-named folders until you arrive at the one you've got your downloads for such things set to default to.\n\nYou blink a little as you spot a folder named 'Cockulus Slit' in there. What the fu-... oh riiiight. That's the VR porn program. Supposedly, it takes your actual video files and converts them into a full 360 degree experience. You're not sure you believe it, but the file did have a lot of endorsements and assurances it's not a virus on the site you downloaded it from.\n\nShrugging, you pull your VR headset out of its box. You haven't actually used it that much since you got it, since it doesn't really work with most of the games you play, so you've mostly used it a handful of times to enjoy the gimmick. You plug it in and start up the program. It guides you through selecting folders for it to scan, and spends awhile doing so, before directing you to put on the visor.\n\nYou slip the visor on and adjust the straps and earpieces so that they're properly in place and it all fits snug. There's actually a pretty good AR menu that's popped up over the visor's camera view of your computer. Man, you'd think someone this good at design would be able to come up with a better parody name for something VR-related than... that.\n\nIt looks good, but it's pretty simple. There's a list of options, and you apparently highly them by looking right at them, and then presumably you can select one with the button on the visor control. The genres are about what you'd expect, typical of browsing a porn site, though you wonder exactly how it tagged stuff since it was scanning the myriad files you had downloaded. (Honestly sometimes you just download stuff because it's there and because it amuses you to have a huge porn collection, a lot of the time you never pay attention to what it actually is or watch, letting it take up space until you delete it to make room for more games. Or more porn.)\n\nSo let's see, what types did it generate off of whatever you've got lurking in your vast unsorted folder?\n\n<hr>\n[[Straight|GGPorn4x1]]\n\n[[Lesbian|GGPorn5x1]]\n\n[[Gangbang|GGPorn2x1]]\n\n[[Fetish|GGPorn6x1]]\n\n[[JAV|GGPorn1x1]]\n\n[[Animated|GGPorn3x1]]

"I... what even..." You've got a masculine build alright, sleek muscles, but it's all colored in cream fur... well, except for your hands and feet up to the elbows and knees, those are a color closer to black coffee. You shift to look down at yourself, spreading your legs and winding up displaying the hefty cream-furred balls dangling between them, and the fairly thick sheath settled just above those. Reaching your hands up to your face, you can feel that it's... well, it's still mostly humanoid, you think, but there's definitely some shift into a muzzle there, and your ears are perked up atop your head from amidst the thick, soft hair growing around them. \n\n"You seem to be a kitsune," Koliel explains as she straightens up. "Admittedly I'm not terribly familiar with the race, but you do match the descriptions. You're very foxlike... I would say quite attractive, really, if that doesn't bother you," she adds, tilting her head a little. "Are you having any trouble moving, does your body feel... odd?"\n\n"Ah... I don't think so, no," you answer after a moment, trying to get to your feet (okay they're more like paws but you're still going to call them feet). Everything does seem to work okay, and even though your legs are set up to walk digigrade, you don't have any trouble walking in a small circle. Doing so lets you catch a glimpse of your long, thick... tails. Three of them, if you're seeing right, all tipped with the same darker color your hands and feet (and hair, once you check) are. You can even twitch and move them a bit, though it's an odd sensation and no doubt. "I mean everything feels... normal, even though I know it's not," you admit as you turn to face Koliel again.\n\n"Yes, that's apparently an affect of the spell. I <i>am</i> sorry about the mixup," she repeats sheepishly. "Like I said, when we get back to Purnaster, someone who specializes in body changing spells can put you back to your proper form, and I'll pay for it. Though... I suppose it might take me some time to get the money together."\n\n"Lemme guess, all of our stuff burned up when the dragon killed us?" you mutter, trying to casually cup your crotch. You kind of wonder if this even counts as needing to hide... your balls are out but your dick isn't. Does your sheath count as the lewd part for exposure though? You can't ask Koliel, even if she gave a flip about nudity you doubt she'd know about kitsune standards for it. \n\n"Everything but mine. I have some money and some things I can sell, but I suppose I'll have to do some 'profit' hunting on our way back as well, especially since it's likely the others will need to be 'tweaked', considering. We'll have to find out over the next week, I can only use one reincarnation scroll a day." Koliel bends to pick up her camp sack, then points. "There's a stream over there, would you accompany me while I use some healing balm on my skin?"\n\n"'Course." You force yourself to uncover and walk normally as you follow after her, since it sounds like you're going to be naked around her for at least a few days, may as well start trying to get over it now.\n\nStill, you can't help but watch with fascination as she strips out of her already scanty clothing and wades into the stream, starting to scoop balm out of the small jar she's holding and smearing it across her skin, its path easing the angry pink-red color and instead leaving her gleaming and oily. You have the very new and very strange sensation of your cock swelling inside your sheath and starting to slip out of it, the furry passage spreading open as something glistening and pink starts to emerge. Sure, you always thought Koliel was hot, but watching her shamelessly and without a care oiling up her beautiful body right in front of you is having an... affect... on your new body.\n\nAs you're staring, there's a soft 'puff', and you turn your head to see a tiny cream-and-coffee three-tailed kitsune with horns on his head and an erection half as big as he is leering at you. "Hey man, that elf chick is hot hot hot! Let's put the kitsune mind whammy on her and turn her into an obedient little fuckpet, and then we can give her a red rocket ride all! Night! Long!" he declares, thrusting his hips and making his giant erection swing up and down.\n\nThere's another puff, and you look over to your other shoulder to see another naked kitsune that looks like you, wearing gold wire-rimmed glasses and holding a teacup and saucer, apparently ignoring his much more realistically-sized canine-like hardon. "My word, such indecency. That would be utterly immoral, my good chap, just because you've become a magical trickster fox is no good reason to go turning your friend and companion into a magically dazed cockwarmer." He delicately sips his tea, before gesturing at you with the cup. "I'm sure if you simply seduce her and give her a good going-over with your tongue, the lady would be perfectly happy to pleasure your prick all the night long, and such and so on."\n\nThe next noise is from between your ears, and you roll your eyes up to look at a kitsune Cyan with fuzzy boobs instead of an erection, head propped up on one elbow. "Yeah, or you could remember that just because you've been turned into a fox doesn't mean you have to go all yiff-yiff. Dude, it's Koliel, she's like our best friend in this world, don't go making things extra weird by pouncing her the moment you turn into a guy. Especially since we're still out in the middle of the wilderness and it's like a month and a half hike back to Purnaster without the horses, since you'll notice they're not here. Get a grip."\n\n<hr>\n[[Listen to lewd miniCyan.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Listen to faux-refined miniCyan.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Listen to normal miniCyan.|GGMonk]]

Hm. Boarding school is a different dynamic. Sure, the lame kids can't get away from you, but you can't get away from them either, now that you think of it. Maybe building your new clique on the backs of people who are more likely to punch someone's lights out than scratch their eyes out would be a good idea.\n\n"That would be good, thanks. I'm Layla," you answer, following them both along to one of the nearby cars and stepping inside. Maggie immediately snags your bags and hefts them effortlessly up into the overhead compartment, making you realize another immediate benefit of having jock friends. Settling down on one of the benches, you add, "My father just transferred to this country from Deviville."\n\n"Gar, sounds jus' like a scholar when she talks, dun' she?" Ness murmurs, trading grins with her sister, before looking back at you. "So yer a first year, yeah?"\n\n"Yes, I was a freshman back in the US."\n\n"Me'n'Mags're first years too. Well, if the full truth of it's known, we ought ta be second years, but there was this thing that happened with a pair of socks an' our Metamorphics teacher, an'... such's the way of things'n'all, that's how it worked out."\n\n"I see," you murmur, really starting to hope this whole 'big strong minions' thing is going to be worth it. Then you blink. "Wait, your <i>what</i> teacher?"\n\nThe sisters exchange a glance again before staring at you. "You're a vanilla, yeah?" Ness asks.\n\n"Excuse me?" You scowl, staring back and forth between them. There's only so much you can take, even if either of them could probably bend you in half.\n\n"Yeah, she's about as vanilla as a sheeta blank paper, a'right," Maggie says in bemusement. "Cor, girl, didn't you read th' book at all? Though we ain't that big on readin', come ta think, so forget it then. 'Ere." She tilts her head. "Take a look out th' window."\n\nLooking at her dubiously, you scoot over to the window, leaning over to look out while starting to suspect that these two just brought you in here to make fun of you. That's when you see that the train is currently angled upwards and moving further and further way from the tracks, starting to describe a slow spiral up into the sky.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Wait, WHAT?!|Aspareth1x3]]

"I think I'll avoid the 'sex appeal' angle. Not really my style. If you don't mind," you add as an afterthought.\n\n"Sure, perfectly understandable. And a one, and a two, and a blue!"\n\n"And a what? ACK!" A huge cloud of purple smoke rises up around you, making you cough briefly. When it clears you quickly look down at yourself again. Your skin has indeed turned a nice, brilliant shade of blue, completely smooth and unblemished all over. The skimpy little "outfit" you were wearing has been replaced by a pair of purple harem pants and an embroidered purple silk band across your breasts. The anklets are gone, the manacles on your hands replaced by a set of golden bracers. Curiously, you pat at your head, then pull your hair around when you find it significantly longer... it's jet black and done in a three foot long braid with the end wrapped around a golden ring.\n\n"There you go. Now, just wait a little while, you should get summoned by a master presently. Oh, don't be surprised if you wind up in the past, or even the future... like I said, time doesn't have a lot of meaning here, including the linear aspect of it. Toodles!" With that, Majesty is simply... gone. You can't even say she winked out or faded away or disappeared, she's just not there all of a sudden. By the time your brain catches up to the concept, you're not even sure you saw anything.\n\nSighing, you wander around the room, occasionally kicking at a pillow or tugging at a silk drape. There really is nothing to do in here, and no apparent way to leave. Eventually you flop down on the pillow pile where Majesty was and, curiosity and boredom overcoming you, try out the hookah.\n\nAh. That is pretty relaxing, actually. Slowly you start to feel a lot calmer and more at peace with the situation, crazy as it is. Nothing you can do about it, right? You'll just have to take things as they come. Or something. Look at all the colors.\n\nAs you let out a stream of smoke, you're surprised as your lips, and then the rest of your head goes with it. All of you follows the vaporous path as you're sucked up through the hole in the ceiling and then deposited standing in front of the lamp, blinking a little at being both someplace new and suddenly stone cold sober.\n\nA man in fairly opulent Middle Eastern garb that you're pretty sure is at least a few centuries out of date is staring at you. You stare back at him for a moment, then remember what's what. "I am... the genie of the lamp!" you announce, probably a bit more bombastically than you really need to, throwing your hands into the air. "I am here to...!" You take a glance around the room. Definitely somewhere in the Middle East and not modern, you'd guess by the lack of anything displaying the price of crude oil on the Dow. "... to grant your wishes!"\n\n"Amazing, it truly did work," the man murmurs, putting a hand to his mouth as he stares at you.\n\n"Yeah, yeah, yadda yadda, Jack Nicholson impression goes here," you mutter under your breath, then notice he's staring at you as if you had a cow up your nose. Uh, right. "What I mean is, yes, it worked, now I'm here. While we technically have, I guess, all lifetime to stand around and chat, did you at least have your first wish in mind?"\n\n"I did." Now the man's face darkens with a scowl. "My beloved Asmaneh has betrayed me. We were to be wed, but the night I was to ride to her father's castle to collect her..." Tears actually glisten in his eyes, and he turns his face away, voice cracking as he continues. "Her father told me that she had dishonored us both by fleeing to live with a rich merchant in the border country." His fist clenches as he turns back to you, eyes flashing. "She must be punished for this betrayal!" he rasps out. "Genie! I demand that you kill Asmaneh!"\n\nYou wince a little. "Um, are you sure you want to-"\n\n"YES!"\n\nYou sigh. Well, just figures you'd get something like that as your first wish. Now what?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just smite her from here, quick and easy.|SamGenieplaceholder]]\n\n[[At least go and do it from viewing range, you owe her that dignity.|SamGenie1x4]]\n\n[[Refuse to grant the wish.|SamGenieplaceholder]]

"If it's all the same to you, I think I'll work it off as a genie."\n\n"That's fine. In fact it's probably the smarter choice." Hooking the mouthpiece of the hookah into place on the device's side, Majesty sits up, her four crimson tits wobbling faintly with the motion. "Now, as a genie you'll quickly learn to alter your own form to suit whatever the situation requires. But just to help you get started, I'll change you the first time as I infuse you with power..."\n\nShe raises all four hands, making different gestures with each one, then pauses. "Oh, I suppose I should ask you how sexy you want to be."\n\n"Er, sexy?"\n\n"Sure. You'd be surprised how many genies decide to bust out the big bouncy boobs and butt. Either they just like looking that way, or they know it will influence the sort of wishes most masters make. Y'know, figure it will put them more in the mind of 'I wish for the world's best blowjob' instead of 'I want that particular race there wiped out of existence'."\n\nYou make a face. "Is that likely to happen?"\n\n"Not often. And usually the cosmology winds up invalidating those wishes, a lot of races have their own powerful beings that keep other supernatural forces from fucking with them on a grand scale. Or something. Anyway, you want to look normal or you want to be hot?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Normal, please.|SamGenie1x3]]\n\n[[Make me a smoking hotty!|SamGenieplaceholder]]

"Yeah, sure, let's give it a go," you reply with a grin. Not like you're gonna have problems with addiction or side effects, this is a virtual world, after all.\n\n"Excellent," she chirps, slipping a small, flat key from the front of her bra and turning to lean over to the bedside table. Slipping the key into a practically invisible hole on the side of it, she slips something out of a small hidden drawer... a pressure syringe, looks like. She turns back and holds out a hand, adding cheerfully, "Arm, please."\n\nYou lean forward a bit, willingly proffering your arm and watching as she presses the syringe against it. Almost immediately, you do feel the wave of pleasure sweep over your body, heightening the wicked thrill of your bare skin and hard cock. However, as you start pulling off your shirt, you also feel a wave of dizziness sweep over you. Blinking, you wobble in place, your vision of the pretty, smiling girl kneeling in front of you swimming slightly a few times. You finish shrugging off the shirt mostly out of sluggish reflex, but find yourself toppling backwards to sprawl back on the bed almost limply as you do.\n\n"My my, you must be quite stupid," the counter girl giggles as you watch her a bit distantly while she rises to her stockinged feet. She reaches down to briefly press her fingers to your wrist, adding, "Taking an injection from me right after I explained what we were doing to your girlfriends."\n\n"Wha... buh..." You try to protest as she slips her hands under you, shifting you around a bit, but you can't quite focus on the words enough to make them coalesce.\n\n"It's not as if we only have girl slaves here, and you're cute enough. Besides, someone as lacking as brains and reason as you," she continues with a bit of a grunt as she finally rolls you over onto your stomach, making you flop out limply again, your lower body hanging over the side of the bed, cock throbbing intensely with the low-level pleasure still singing through your veins. "Is really only fit to be a fucktoy, don't you think?"\n\nYou're vaguely aware of the sound of the door opening and closing, then twitch as a pair of very large hands grip your hips. As a very large, very thick cock starts pushing into your ass, your body jerks forward helplessly against the bed, your head swimming and mind unable to even form a coherent protest as inch after inch after inch of a strange man's prick slides inside you. Every motion of his cock just keeps sending more waves of pleasure crashing over your fogged mind, and you're caught somewhere between desperately trying to resist and pull yourself together and just drifting on the pleasure of it. Your trainer begins pounding into you soon enough, rough and hard and fast, obviously not really caring a bit for your own pleasure and leaving that all to the drugs. Your eyes roll in your head, your teeth clenching as drool begins to run down your chin, your body bouncing against the bed as you're fucked, your cock already starting to spurt helpless streams of cum against the side of the sheets.\n\nLooks like even in the simulation, taking mind-altering chemicals from strangers can have consequences.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|RanPP10xEnd]]

Your mouth drops open and you simply stare in disbelief, trying to convince yourself it must be some sort of freak optical illusion or the most advanced train in the world or something. You jump a bit when your bag thumps onto the seat next to you, turning to look at Maggie sitting down from moving it and wondering if you're about to be told to get out.\n\n"'Ere. Y'did at least buy th' stuff on yer list, yeh? Best y'get out yer wand and get used t' puttin' it away, takin' it out, an' holdin' it like yer used ta doin' it, 'til ya finish up yer remedial lessons an' whatnot. If ya can pull that off an' avoid tellin' anyone th' names of yer classes, oughtta keep anyone from figurin' out you're extra plain vanilla, no sprinkles."\n\nDespite the phrasing, you can't help but nod gratefully, opening the bag and digging around in it, trying to avoid your motions seeming desperate. You eventually draw out a long wooden box you barely even looked at when it was in your room back at the house. Opening it, you slip out the long, slender and tapering length of pale wood, noting that your name has been engraved on it artfully. You have to admit it's very pretty, as it should be considering the maid was told to buy the best of everything. You shift it in your hands until you find a grip that feels right, then give it a few light flicks with your wrist.\n\n"There y'go, looks like y'might be a natural," Ness says brightly. "Jus' don' go sayin' nothin' while yer swingin' it aroun', don' wanna find that yer 'nuff of a natural ta hex someone who didn't have it comin'. Or who ya meant ta. Or who didn't start a fight with ya. Or if ya think they're gonna start a fight with ya. Or-"\n\n"Jus' don't blast either of us in th' face an' we'll watch yer back for sure, Layla." Maggie interrupts, grinning. "Truth be known, Ness'n'me, we tend not to be so great at thinkin' ahead. 'Side from bein' 'bout vanilla as ice cream, ya seem a smart cookie."\n\n"Vanilla cookie," Ness tosses in, waggling her eyebrows.\n\n"Don't grind it inta th' groun', Ness. Anyway, I think we could go a fair ways with you callin' the shots, whaddya say?"\n\nYou slowly grin. This was easier than you thought it would be, but as easy as you think you deserve. "Sounds <i>fantastic</i>!"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth1x4]]

When you return to the inside of the lamp, you find that the hookah is gone. Dammit. Majesty must have realized she forgot it or something. Either that or she was only letting you use it to get over your first-day-on-the-job jitters. Bah.\n\nStill, now that you're a bit more familiar with your genie powers, you realize that it is pretty easy to make your own entertainment. Specifically, your own big-screen TV with game console. The hard part is figuring out how to make games that you don't just win automatically... well, maybe you don't try <i>too</i> hard on that front.\n\nYou pass an indeterminate amount of time fiddling around that way, until you feel a sort of tingly, airy sensation. At least you've learned the warning signs enough to save your game and float up towards the ceiling before you evaporate and reappear.\n\n"I am the genie of the lamp!" you announce, trying to put some echo into your voice as you say it. Heh, that is kinda fun. You keep your arms raised and even have a little bit of purple lightning play around your fingertips as you steal a look around. Looks like a castle... a more European style castle. Hard to be more exact than that, you're not exactly a historian. The short, blonde woman in front of you is wearing what you think is a surprisingly simple dress... it's obviously from the past, but you'd have figured it to be... frillier, if she lives in a castle.\n\n"It... it is true!" she gasps once she's recovered somewhat from her surprise. Then she eyes you suspiciously. "But... you are not a demon, are you?"\n\n"No. I'm American, though, so if you listen to the internet..." You wave off her blank look, pulling your legs up to sit on thin air with them folded. "Nevermind. What's up, master? Your first wish in thirty seconds, or... I'll have to wait longer."\n\n"Ah. Yes, well..." Your master smooths out the front of her skirt, as if still nervous. "You see, genie, I wish for a life of excitement and adventure. I wish to ride across the land performing great deeds of heroism and chivalry!" She clasps her hands together, eyes glittering. Then she lets out a sigh. "But I have never been so much as allowed to lift a sword. I have never been able to seize the opportunity to learn <i>how</i> to be adventurous, as even a young peasant boy might be taught. How I envy men, who are allowed to learn what they wish and to go off seeking fame and fortune at a moment's notice! Genie, I beg of you, give to me the power that a knight might wield, so that I too could ride to glory!"\n\nYou rub your chin a bit. You've already pretty much set yourself to pleasing your masters rather than tricking them horribly... and it's not like you're unsympathetic to her desires, at all. Still, you suppose there are various <i>levels</i> of giving someone what they want...\n\n<hr>\n[[Give her a "knight's weapon".|SamGenieplaceholder]]\n\n[[Turn her into a man.|SamGenieplaceholder]]\n\n[[Give her great strength.|SamGenieplaceholder]]\n\n[[Give her magical powers.|SamGenieplaceholder]]

"I guess I'll take the specialty stuff then, if it's so expensive but we're getting it for free," you note.\n\n"I'm getting it for free, <i>you're</i> getting it for keeping your mouth shut, remember?" Tanya replies, leaning over a bit and poking your forehead.\n\n"I remember, I remember," you mutter, looking downward.\n\n"Good. So, go report back to your friend, let him know he'll have at least three kegs of high-quality beer that no other teen party will have, and get back to me on the address and time. Until then, shoo, Scrub."\n\nSo you do a little bit more messenger boy stuff back and forth, and eventually all that's left is to wait for the night of the party. Jax makes it clear that he expects you to be there when the stuff is dropped off (with the not-so-subtle implication that it's so he can beat the crap out of you if it doesn't show up or it's a single six-pack or something). Still, since you're going to a Halloween party, you feel obligated to wear something, though you're pretty sure this crowd isn't exactly going to be big on elaborate costumes of comic book characters or things like that. After some agonizing you settle on wearing a hockey jersey and a plastic goalie mask bought at the grocery store... you figure if anything, you and sports are far enough removed from each other that this automatically counts as a costume. When you show up out front of the house where the party's to take place, you find you've apparently not only picked right but thematically... Jax and his buddies are all in sportswear too, either basketball stuff or football gear (minus the shoulderpads). Of course you think they're all actually on those teams so.\n\nJax spots you, and seems ready to start grilling you on where the beer is, when a heavy pickup truck with a covered bed pulls up to the curb. The driver, who's wearing grey coveralls and a baseball cap pulled low over their face, hops out and heads around to the back, swinging up the top's back window and lowering the tailgate before beckoning to the lot of you and stepping back. The others exchange a glance, then Jax's friends shrug and head on over, clambering into the back. Then one of them lets out a hoot as both of them haul one of the kegs forward, its middle banded by a glossy green label as well as plastic wrapping.\n\n"Man Jax there's <i>five</i> kegs back here!" the auburn-haired boy teen in the football getup calls. \n\n"'Donkey Punch Beer'," the other, his head buzzed and his own attire a football jersey and basketball shorts. He snorts loudly in amusement at that, then lets out a whistle. "Holy shit man, check it out! Every keg's got a fuckin' box of cigars attached with it like some sorta free bonus!"\n\n"Looks like you definitely came through for us after all, my man, good job," Jax says with a wolfish grin, thumping the back of your shoulder with one hand. "You're gonna stay and party with us, right?"\n\nJust the thought of inhaling cigar smoke while trying to drink beer makes you feel a little green, but on the other hand you did do this with the intent of making some new connections at school... hard to do that if you duck out. Still...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the party.|QOHookup]]\n\n[[Ditch the party.|QOHookup]]\n\n[[Check in on the party later.|QOHookup]]

A nebulous plan begins to form in your mind, then to take a firmer shape... sort of like you coming out of the lamp, heh. But with your plot now thoroughly plotted, you zoom down towards the room feet-first, zipping in through a window and landing at a light trot, already walking towards Asmaneh. Her servants immediately scream and flee, scrambling out of the room as fast as their bare feet can take them. Asmaneh is either braver or in shock as she simply stares at you and takes a step back, the drying cloths falling away from her to bare her perky, dark-nippled breasts and the dark nest of fur between her legs.\n\n"Here's hoping," you say cryptically, before snapping your fingers. Asmaneh starts to take another step back from you, but freezes with her foot at an angle and the other flat on the floor as the white marble of the floor slowly spreads up her toes and along her feet, keeping her positioned in place. She stares down at herself, eyes wide with horror as the marble petrification spreads steadily up her legs, her raised and slightly turned knee having forced them into a rather provocative pose that shows off her slit... which also turns into finely-carved white marble, even all the little curly hairs decorating her crotch becoming an intricately-chiseled outline. She raises her arms as if she were trying to ward you off or plead with you, but of course neither helps as the petrification simply slides up her smooth, flat belly and her pert breasts, then down her arms, holding them in that pleading position permanently. She lets out only a whimper, a tear sliding down her cheek as the marble slides up her neck and over her face, even the tear becoming a marble affectation on her face, which is now frozen in pitiful terror. The white stone finishes by streaking down her hair, molding it to her marble back and ass as if it had always been a part of them, just like a real statue.\n\nReally hoping this works, you focus your powers on lifting the statue you've turned Asmaneh into off the ground, and having it follow along after you as you take to the sky again. You fly a bit more slowly this time, both wanting to be careful with your cargo and wanting to give your master time to stew. Eventually you spy his home again and descend, soaring through the balcony archway and alighting near the lamp's pedestal, where he's standing and pacing. He wheels to face you, then stares as you guide the statue to set down on the floor. "What... what is this?!"\n\n"Why, this is Asmaneh, my master," you say with a bow, sweeping your arm across your body as you lower. "I have punished her for her insolence by turning her into a marble statue. I thought you would enjoy having the statue as a reminder, though of course if it does not please you, you can always have it crushed to gravel to line your front walk with."\n\nHe stares, first at you, then at the statue. Slowly, he approaches, getting as close as he can without touching those reaching, begging arms. He raises one shaking hand to touch a fingertip to the marble tear streaking down the statue's cheek, then immediately collapses to his knees, sobbing wretchedly.\n\n"Oh, what have I done, my beautiful Asmaneh," he howls, gripping his hair with both hands as if to tear it out by the roots. "My love, my life! Wretched I, that let his scorned heart turn on the only thing that made it beat!"\n\n'You said it,' you think, folding your arms over your chest, but resisting the urge to roll your eyes. You've decided to break the habit.\n\nHe falls forward, beating a fist on the floor, then turns and actually crawls towards you, gripping in the loose fabric of your harem pants. "Genie! Genie, please, tell me that it can be undone! I will give you my riches, my service, my life's blood itself!"\n\n"You can start by letting go of my pants."\n\n"Absolutely." He yanks his hands back as if the cloth burned.\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell him to wish you free after you return Asmaneh to life.|SamGenie2x1]]\n\n[[Just unpetrify her, putting a price on it makes you feel a little dirty.|SamGenie1x6]]

Rather morosely, you nod. "Fine, one dead ex-girlfriend, coming up. Be back when it's done," you say without the utmost enthusiasm. You turn towards the balcony, and experimentally will yourself into the air. It works, well, perfectly, and you rise up exactly the way you wanted to and start zooming into the night.\n\nYou find you know exactly where your target is and exactly how to get there. Soaring through the night sky might be a joyous experience, but the how you came to be able to do it and why you are doing it put a bit of a damper on that. Eventually you arrive at a rather opulent-looking home, and look down through the window. It would appear that Asmaneh has just finished bathing and is walking back into her room wrapped lightly in cloth, flanked by servant girls. She's very pretty, you observe, with beautiful olive skin and rich, thick black hair that would probably fall below her rear, if one of the servants wasn't carrying it lifted in her arms.\n\nSo, okay, here you are. Now what? You consider for a moment, several different thoughts wandering through your head. You could always go in there and [[simply do it|SamGenieplaceholder]] as quickly and efficiently as possible. Or you could try and make sure she's [[enjoying herself|SamGenieplaceholder]] as she goes.\n\nYou think a little further, and realize you could also turn this around on your master. On the one hand, you could simply make him [[face what he's asked you to do|SamGenie1x5]]. Or, a darker part of you notes, you could teach him a lesson in [[just how unpleasant the revenge you wanted can wind up being|SamGenieplaceholder]].

"It's possible Sierra got off a message for help to the Meridian before we went down," you say slowly. "I think the best idea is to just stay here and hope that they come and get us."\n\n"But what about the people who were chasing us?" Two asks worriedly, nibbling her lower lip. "Won't that make it easier for them to find us too?"\n\n"Maybe, but I've got a feeling that forest survival skills aren't really in my wheelhouse," you say with a sigh, sinking into one of the chairs, and squirming a little at the unfamiliar sensation of the material rubbing against your bare pussy. "Plus I'm in a body I'm unfamiliar with so I'm not even sure which skills I <i>have</i>, mine or Jeanne's. Plus if I'm guessing right, Sierra could be offline for <i>years</i>, and if we head off into the wilds we might lose track of her completely and not be able to find her again. I think we'll just have to take the risk."\n\nThe girls exchange a glance, Two looking worried and Three resigned, but both nod and look back to you. "You're probably right," Three acknowledges. "If they find us after we ran out in the forest we'd probably just get caught dirty and tired."\n\nA little more pessimistic than you were hoping for, but not a lot you can really do about that. The three of you rifle through Sierra's compartments, turning up a fair number of emergency rations that should be sufficient to tide you over for several weeks at least.\n\nOf course, it turns out not to take that long. The three of you are still dozing in the chairs in the early morning when there's a sound from outside. You and the two blue-haired girls get up and move to the ramp... and you wince, raising your hands at the sight of a pair of pistols pointed at you. You can't exactly say you're surprised... dismayed, disappointed, disconcerted, but not surprised.\n\nBoth the figures standing near the ship are armored, but you can't help but assess them both as being inferior to your currently molecularly disassembled and stored suit. One of them looks more like he's wearing some sort of light servo-assist armor that includes a solid, bronze-colored helmet with four optical sensors arranged like a quartet of small, slitted eyes, a segmented lower half indicating where it probably splits open around the jaw. Over the light armor he's wearing what just looks like a sturdy but stylish brown leather jacket with a hood, currently pulled up, and a fairly standard set of pants. The other is in what's obviously power armor, but it's made up mostly of solid, gleaming black solid plates with something that looks a lot like black latex between them, the whole thing giving the wearer a slightly insectile look, or perhaps vaguely like some wraith out of a fantasy book considering the 'crown' of spikes the helmet sweeps up to. The general curvature of the armor is pretty sleek and lithe, though, giving it a sort of androgynous appearance.\n\n"Where's Ceed?" the bronze-masked man asks, his voice coming out low and faintly electronic.\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm Cypher."|Cypher]]\n\n[["... He's dead."|Cypher7x2]]

Sighing, you rub your face with one hand. Today just gets more and more out of hand... maybe it's time to exert at least <i>some</i> control. "Look, I only took the stuff because I didn't want him to hassle me. I just... don't wanna, okay?"\n\n"Aw." Kevin sighs and rolls his eyes, then shrugs. "If you don't wanna, you don't wanna, I guess."\n\n"You can have it, I guess."\n\n"Well definitely if you don't wanna, then!" He laughs, carrying it over to his bookcase and slipping down one book, popping it open to reveal that it's hollowed out. He folds the bag into the place with several other items you can't quite see, then slips it back into place. "Anyway, let's get out of here, before Bitch Queen tries to shanghai you again. What'd she want, anyway?"\n\n"Just... asking me if I'd seen something," you mutter as you get up and follow after him.\n\n"Accusing you of taking her panties or something? Psh, as if you would."\n\nSummer continues on as normal, and eventually you manage to mostly forget about what you saw that night, and about Tanya's offer, though she gives you significant looks occasionally whenever you're over at Kevin's. Summer fades into fall, and you start back to school, which proceeds normally as well. It's in the last half of October when you're making your way through the halls past a trio of seniors, the older teens talking in quiet, annoyed murmurs among themselves.\n\n"What the fuck did that asshole do to piss him off, anyway?"\n\n"I dunno, but guy says no more beer 'falling off a truck', man," another says with a shrug of one shoulder. "That was the last hookup we had in town."\n\n"We've got college guys coming to this party," the third snarls, actually slamming the side of his fist into a locker with a jarring clang that makes you jump a little. "Because we told them there'd be booze! They show up and all we've got is fucking ecto punch, we'll be laughingstocks all the way through college graduation!"\n\nHm. Sounds like they were planning a Halloween party that's suddenly gotten "lame" because whoever was working at the liquor store cut off their supply. You start to just hurry on, then hesitate. This sounds like exactly the sort of thing Tanya offered to do for you... if you did this, you could... well, you could at least get an invitation to the party, or something, and maybe improve your social standing a little.\n\n<hr>\n[[Offer to get them beer.|QOKevPorn5x3]]\n\n[[Just keep walking.|QOKevPorn6x1]]

This could be it... your chance to finally score a few popularity points. Taking a deep breath, you turn around and step up to the small group. "Um. Guys...?"\n\nAll three instantly scowl, and almost before you know it they've surrounded you and are glaring down, squaring their shoulders. You shrink in on yourself a little, hugging the textbook for last period against your chest.\n\n"The fuck you want, kid?" one of them snarls, despite at most being two years older than you. Okay, maybe three, you reassess.\n\n"Uh... it's just, I overheard you talking..." You wince as they all scowl deeper, and quickly blurt out, "AndIcangetbeerforyou!"\n\nAll three stare for a second, and then one barks with laughter while the other two snicker. The one who full-out laughed stabs your shoulder with a finger. "You? Fucking you, you can get us beer?"\n\n"He's setting up to narc us out, man," one of the others suddenly snarls, starting to step in closer, only to be waved off a bit by the first.\n\n"Nah, nah man, hold up for a second, I at least wanna hear where he thinks he's gonna get it."\n\n"I... one of my friends, his older sister is in college, and she told me she'd get stuff like that for me," you murmur, glancing around at them nervously.\n\n"Hey, yeah, he does hang out with that rich kid Kevin, Jax," the third says, giving the one who asked you a light smack on the shoulder. "His sister used to have a total party girl rep when she was here, didn't she?"\n\n"Come to think of it, might've heard something like that," Jax says, gaze still fixed on you. Then he thumps one dark hand down on your shoulder. "Okay, man, listen up. I'mma give you a chance. You get us three kegs of beer, don't even care what kind. Delivered to my place, Halloween night. You do that, you will be in my good books for life, I will take care of you, you gonna be my little buddy. You think you can do that?" When you nod mutely, he grins and gives your shoulder a pat. "Okay, man, you do it. When you know you can get the stuff, you come ask me for my address. But the stuff doesn't show or some cops do instead, you know you goin' on my shit list instead of my good book, right?" At more fervent nodding, he chuckles. "Okay, man, we gonna get along good if you can pull this off."\n\n"Three kegs? Yeah, that's no big," Kelly says, not looking up from her computer as you talk to her in her room that afternoon. "Even on Halloween. I know all the best people, Scrub. Just slip some paper under my door with the address when you get it, I'll have it there that afternoon."\n\n"Thanks, Tanya," you murmur, blushing just a little.\n\n"No big, Scrub. Oh, hey." You pause as she pushes the chair back a little and turns it to face you. "They say what sort they wanted?"\n\n"Uh, no." You shake your head. "Actually, they said any kind would be okay."\n\n"Mm, I can get you some piss light beer if that's all they want, but seems a waste of a good underage drinking party on Halloween of all days," she murmurs, rubbing her chin. Then she grins and wags a finger. "You wanna be a real hero, Scrub, you should get some better stuff."\n\n"Better...?"\n\n"Yeah. I can get you some Import stuff. Buncha teenagers, not used to partying? That'll have the girls' costumes hitting the floor in about two hours." She grins wider at your face going beet red, apparently reveling in it as she continues, ticking the options off on her fingers. "Then there's the Microbrew. That stuff will have <i>everyone's</i> costumes hitting the floor in about an hour. Then there's the Specialty."\n\n"What does <i>that</i> do?" you murmur, despite almost being afraid to ask.\n\n"Fucked if I know, Scrub, it's some new shit I haven't even tried myself. But if it's anything like the others, it'll make the party one they'll be talking about for years." She shrugs. "Guy who does the delivery owes me big time, won't cost me a dime whatever I have him deliver. Just about what kind of party you wanna attend."\n\n<hr>\n[[Light beer.|QOHookup]]\n\n[[Import.|QOHookup]]\n\n[[Microbrew.|QOHookup]]\n\n[[Specialty.|QOKevPorn5x4]]

"Hm. I'll try to get him alone, then, preferably in his own room," you say after a moment. "That should give me more options. This folder does say he likes, well, younger girls... I guess that's why I was picked."\n\nKuro opens her mouth a few times as if wanting to protest some or all of that statement, but finally just huffs and nods. "Yeah, I guess. Look, just so long as you get it taken care of. Remember though, this isn't just a mission, it's also a test. I'll be nearby to help you escape if you're successful, but if you fail, I have orders to abandon you to your fate."\n\nYou nod a little, taking a moment to parse the unspoken rest of that... and if you somehow got captured and looked like you were going to talk, she'd probably kill you. Because if she didn't, then they'd send a Shadow after her... the same as if she intervened to save you if things went bad. It may sound cold-hearted or cruel, but that's what you both signed up for. You don't blame Kuro... she's just being a proper ninja.\n\nOnce the two of you arrive, you check into a small, nondescript hotel room, and Kuro leaves to scout out her locations for observing your progress. You look through the clothes that were packed for the mission and nod in approval at the selection, then pick out a snug (but not too snug) shiny black miniskirt, a white silk blouse designed to be worn baring the midriff, some high heels in a rather garish color, and the makeup set in near-neon colors and matching fake nails set. Your goal is to look whorish without <i>actually</i> going all the way to full prostitute... Guan-Xi will go for a slutty teenager but have his ego stroked by picking her up himself, as opposed to the natural suspicion involved in paying someone.\n\nYou go over the file again, waiting for the appropriate time of night to hit, then head out, sashaying down the street in your heels and letting your hips roll in a way to draw attention to your ass (which gets plenty of it). And of course you "just so happen" to meet Guan-Xi during the exact period where recon said he would normally have left one bar on his way to another and not have any of his Triad associates with him. He's wearing a retro white suit and a truly awful silk shirt along with some medallions, and proceeds to hit on you in heavily accented (either because he's drunk or because he's bad at it, or both) English. "Heeey, not from around here, huh? Looking for fun?"\n\nYou giggle a little, careful not to play it up too much, and reply in decent (but not too good) Chinese, "Yeah, I am. Especially if it makes my daddy mad, huh?"\n\nThe instant blaze of desire in his eyes (and his rather obvious erection) say that just with that, you've already hit a home run. Indeed, it's only minutes later that he's showing you into his apartment, though it's really more like a hotel room. He gushes something about taking a quick shower and ducks into the bathroom, probably to wash off the smell of the strippers he's spent the night with up until now. You slip out of the heels and set them aside, slipping barefoot over to the bed. \n\n<hr>\n[[Recon the room.|RunNinja1x10]]\n\n[[Just get ready.|RunNinja]]

Frowning a little, you shift your bag slightly, holding onto the strap with both hands. "Come on, Kuro-kun," you reply, selecting the more respectful term of address befitting a senior student from another school, since you've been getting coached on such things. "That's not fair. I'm here to do a mission, the same as you. My path of shinobi may be different than yours, but that doesn't mean I'm a less dedicated ninja. Doesn't the fact that I'm assigned to this job, and you're assigned to make sure I can do it, mean my way is at least useful...?"\n\nKuro opens her mouth, expression still angry... then closes her mouth, some of the obvious annoyance fading. After a moment, she sighs and nods. "Okay, okay. You're right, I guess. I... don't really like that sort of thing, but I guess it's unfair to say you're nothing but a pervert when your path of shinobi is one of the ones that founded our village." Laying her hands atop each other, she bows. "I'm sorry. Aoko-kun."\n\n"It's alright," you answer, bowing back.\n\n"I do still think you're a pervert," she mutters under her breath as she turns and starts making her way to the hidden path. You shrug and follow along after her... honestly, she's probably right. But at least the hostility seems to have gone down by a large amount.\n\nThe two of you hike your way back to the road you originally wandered off of when you first accidentally discovered Jaakuna, and Kuro pulls and tugs at some bushes to reveal a relatively unimpressive black motorcycle, though one that at least has been modified to comfortably seat two. Kuro climbs on, and you get on behind her, taking a moment to adjust your skirt, wrap your arms around her middle, and suppress the urge to make any "bitch seat" jokes, considering she's obviously a tad sensitive about the whole matter. Still, you can't help but think she looks quite dashing as she pulls her helmet on and revs the bike... she could go far with some lessons from Rei. But you just pull your own helmet on and keep your thoughts to yourself as the two of you head down the road and back towards civilization proper.\n\nParking at the airport, the two of you make your way inside. You're a bit nervous about going through security, but when Kuro flops her backpack into one of the bins without a care in the world you follow her example, albeit a bit more gently. The bored-looking guard glances at the X-ray image of your bags full of kunai and multiple daggers, then waves you through.\n\n"Wow, Kuro-kun, is that guy a Jaakuna sleeper agent or something?" you whisper to your temporary partner as the two of you retrieve your bags and head for your gate.\n\n"No, that's just the TSA," she replies blandly.\n\nOnce the two of you are on the plane to Hong Kong and most of the rest of the cabin is asleep, Kuro draws a folder out of her backpack and passes it to you. "This is what you need to know about your target," she says, using both a pitch of voice that it's difficult for the untrained to hear and an outdated and hard to understand dialect of Japanese that you were rigorously trained in during the first month. "Guan-Xi is an up-and-coming member of a prominent Triad," she continues as you look over the pictures of a reedy man with greasy hair and a long, pointed chin, with bad taste in suits and a creeper smile. "He himself isn't particularly dangerous, but he has certain connections that could be a problem if he goes up another rank in the organization. He has friend and family ties to two other similar up-and-comers in other Triad factions, and if they got an alliance rolling it would not be good for pretty much anyone else. Your mission is to make sure that doesn't happen."\n\n"How do you mean?" you ask with a bit of a frown, glancing over at her.\n\nShe shrugs. "That's at your discretion, really. Jaakuna's way of the shinobi says that as long as the goals of the mission are completed, how that happens is irrelevant. Kill him, threaten him, humiliate him, whatever you decide is best. Just make sure that whatever you do, his days as a rising star in the Triad are over for good."\n\n<hr>\n[[Kill him in public.|RunNinja]]\n\n[[Get him in private.|RunNinja1x9]]

You come to your feet, mouth gaping open, before you whirl on Celest. "How did... how could you... what the...?!" You open and close your mouth a few times before blurting, "Which one's the copy?!" \n\nCelest winces, but before she can answer the other you does, her tone bland as she says, "She won't tell me. Us. She's been refusing to for the last hour."\n\n"I reeeeally don't think it would be a good idea for you to know, okay?" the alien says, making a placating patting gesture at the air with her hands, her headtentacles mimicking it and practically patting her on the thighs. "Look for now I think it's just best that we remember you're both people with thoughts, feelings, and memories, and are entirely identical. Treating one or the other of you as a copy is just... let's not go there."\n\nYou sigh and rub the back of your neck... then stare at the other you who did the exact same thing at the exact same time. Right down to staring back at you when you both noticed at the same time. You slowly start to lower your hand, then jerk it to your side when she does the same thing at the same time... and also jerks it to her side. Okay, this is going to get frustrating. "Look, Celest," both of you start at the same time, before glaring at each other.\n\n"Oh, for!" The purple-skinned woman covers her face with both hands, then points at you with one of her tentacles. "That one!"\n\n"Look, Celeste, what are we going to <i>do</i> about this?!" you say with a frown, putting your hands on your hips. "I'm trying really hard not to blame you, but I'd also like to know just what we're gonna do now that there's two of me!"\n\n"Okay, well, I've been thinking about that," she answers, words a bit slow as if she were still thinking. "The way I see it, we have a number of options. Quite a large number really. So it's probably better to narrow them down choice by choice. Now, I want you both to work it out between each other which it will be, so unless you both agree to a course of action, we won't go ahead with it. Agreed?"\n\nYou and the other you trade a long look, then nod and chorus, "Agreed."\n\n"Okay, so the first thing we need to decide is if you two are going to stay together or split up," Celest continues.\n\n"Stay together?" you say.\n\n"Split up?" the other you says at the exact same time. Both of you trade a glance, considering that's the first time you've had an identically timed but distinct thought.\n\nCelest just nods though. "You can either decide that you're going to continue to stick close to each other, or go your separate ways. After all, you share identical genetics, thought patterns, values... you're effectively twins, sisters. You could choose to look at each other something like that. Or if you really don't think you can stand to be around an identical version of yourself, you can be separated, there are various options for that."\n\nThe pair of you continue to eye each other, and you can assume she's trying to figure out just that, since that's exactly what you're doing. Obviously you can see a number of pros and cons to either approach, even without knowing what else Celest can do. But she's right, it's probably best to start with the absolute most basic thing, and that's you and the other you...\n\n<hr>\n[[... staying together.|GGAlien2x4]]\n\n[[... splitting up.|GGAlien3x1]]

The little buzzer dealy on your desk beeps, and you hear your boss's voice burble, "Brandi, could you come in here, please?"\n\nYou finish dabbing at your nails with the auto-colorer and quickly get up, absently tugging your skirt back down so that it only shows the very crotch of your panties instead of all of them, and bounce your way into the office behind you, closing the door as you've been told to do enough times that you finally remembered. "Yes, Mister Bob, sir?" you chirp happily.\n\n"Brandi, did you finish those briefing folders I asked you to do?" he asks, his little black eyes fixed on you. Mister Bob's a Slomulan, which means he looks like a fat, bald man made of mostly-solidified green goo. A lot of people seem to think he's gross, but you know he's a big old teddy bear. He's so nice, he never yells at you no matter how many mistakes you make! (Though you <i>are</i> pretty good at your job, really! All the parts of it!)\n\n"Uh-huh, Mister Bob, I got 'em all done!" you reply with a bob of your head. You had to go down to the copy room like six times, but it was fine because you just sucked off the copy room boy like eight times. He's got a nice big one, too, one of these days you're going to have to find the time to actually wrap your tits around it, plus he's like, totally sweet and stuff.\n\n"And you did the filing for this week?"\n\n"I totally did!" you agree enthusiastically, nodding some more. It took you a little longer than it should have because Officer Mugrara kept stopping you to bend you over and fuck you up the ass. He's kind of mean and has a little dick, but oh well, what are you gonna do, besides maybe if he fucks you in the ass some more he'll cheer up! Seems to work for every other guy in the building!\n\n"And my wife's birthday present?"\n\nYour eyes light up. "Oh she's toooootally gonna love it, Mister Bob! I, like, saw this purse on UFOTMZ last night, it was waaaaay hot and K'pch'ka'ma'ra'sl'ix Jones was carrying it so you know it's absolutely to die for, and I got a totally sweet deal on a reproduction that is juuuuust like the real thing, Missus Bob is toooootes going to love it!"\n\n"Good, good," he burbles as he scoots back from the desk, undoing his belt. You obediently trot around his desk as he fishes out the large, dripping, fragrant hardon from his uniform pants, sinking to your knees in front of him, your skirt riding up completely over your practically bare ass as you do. You rest your hands on his thighs and lean forward, sliding your mouth over the fat, squishy head and starting to bob up and down on it, tonguing the cool flesh and feeling the light layer of slime covering it squish against your lips. You slide it into your throat, moaning happily at the feeling of it both compressing and expanding as it goes. From above you can hear the phone ring, Mister Bob ignoring you continuing to fellate him as he picks it up. "SRC Logistic #129. Oh, hello, honey, happy birthday. Yes, of course I remembered. ... Hm? Well, I suppose I could knock off early. Just let me hurry to wrap up what I'm doing here."\n\nYou giggle a little around your boss's prick, knowing what that means. Sure enough his fat, short-fingered hand moves to grip hold of your hair, and start fucking your face roughly over his prick, spattering your skin with the slime as his balls thump repeatedly against your chin.\n\n"Yes, dear, I've been thinking about you all day too. You're going to love the gift I picked out for you, just love it," your boss burbles into the phone as he uses your eager-to-please throat to get himself off. "Yuh-huh. Yuh-huh, I will." He abruptly shoves your head down, cock shuddering and twitching as he blows his load right down your throat and into your stomach, holding you with your face buried in his crotch. "I love you too, dear, bye bye now."\n\nAwww, that's so sweet! You're so lucky to have such a great, devoted boss!\n\n<b>Cyan the Space Ranger</b> end - <i>Secretariat</i>

You can't really shake the feeling that there are eyes on you, and you don't like it. You decide to look ahead and keep on moving as if you hadn't seen anything... and then quickly duck between two of the trees. Keeping low, you dart forward towards where some trees have grown a bit closer together and denser, providing more shadow. You do a slight glance to the side and vaguely catch a glimpse of a human shape back on the other side of the path, making your heart hammer with worry, but also a bit of elation that you were right. Then you feel a slight sting in your neck and miss a step, thudding heavily to the ground.\n\nYou wake up before you really realize you were unconscious, sitting up out of nothing and feeling pretty disoriented about it. You're sitting in a... very Japanese-style room, the wooden frame walls and their apparently paper walls allowing some of the glow of daylight outside to shine through even without windows. The floor is flat and, you think, bamboo? There's a little thing in the center that bears a small smoldering fire and a metal teapot hung over it, which the woman sitting nearby lifts the handle of and moves to pour into a cup. And boy does she get your attention quickly. She looks like she's probably middle-aged, but very, very beautiful, with smooth, pale skin, Asian features, thick dark hair bundled up in a traditional Japanese style, and a red and purple kimono worn in a... you're supposing not entirely traditional fashion, since it's draped off of her perfect shoulders and bares almost half of her magnificent breasts. She smiles at you with red-painted lips.\n\n"Good morning. I hope you're feeling alright. We couldn't exactly feed you while you were asleep," she notes, leaning forward to set the cup down beside your mat, her breasts bobbling and looking like they're about to come spilling out of her clothes. (How is that kimono even staying up?!) "But we did clean you up a bit, I hope you don't mind."\n\n"Um." You blink, and glance down at yourself. You're bare-chested, but beneath the light blanket piled a bit in your lap you seem to be wearing a pair of white gi pants. Looking back up at her, you just stare for a moment before asking the obvious question: "Where am I?"\n\n"You are in the Jaakuna Hidden Ninja Village," she answers easily enough, smiling as she says it. "As our guest, for the moment."\n\n"Hidden nin-" You trail off, then numbly pick up the tea. You hesitate a bit but sip... not much point to letting you wake up just to poison you, all that. "... But we're in America."\n\n"Well obviously. Isn't Japan the first place you'd look for a secret ninja village? And where's the last place you'd look?"\n\n"... Africa," you reply after a moment's thought.\n\nShe scowls and clenches a fist, looking down at it. "Those Awai bastards, getting there before us just because they answered that email from that Nigerian prince..."\n\nMaybe the tea really was poisoned because it kind of feels like your ears are bleeding. Deciding to not pursue that line of questioning so that your brain doesn't tear itself in half and depart, you instead clear your throat. "Um, thanks for... the clean-up, but why am I here?"\n\n"Well, you discovered the path to our village. Which isn't all that remarkable, it happens occasionally and is why we have guards. But there are two things that made your discovery stand out," she says, holding up two fingers. "The first is that you were able to sense the presence of our guards, which should not have been easy for someone without even a bit of martial arts training. The second is that you actually managed to spot one of our guards, however slightly or briefly. It's why the second one thought you were interesting enough to merely knock out instead of killing."\n\n"... Thanks?" you say, once the shudder has finished passing down your back. \n\n"You're welcome. In fact, I do mean that... I think you have a lot of potential. I am Miyako, the head of this village, and I believe that you could have what it takes to become a ninja. Certainly you're getting a bit of a late start," she says as you stare. "But nothing a bit of intensive training can't bring you up to speed with. Innate potential, though, is something that can't be taught. Since your belongings and state tell a tale of someone either with nowhere to go or looking for somewhere to go, I suggest that it be here."\n\nYour head swims a little. You take a few sips of the tea just for something to do while you collect your thoughts. Finally, all you can think of to say is, "And if I don't want to be a ninja?"\n\n"Well, you could still stay. We are always in need of people to do common labor," she answers with a shrug, and another light bobble of her breasts. My, they're energetic. "I doubt it will be anywhere near as rewarding, and I'd be disappointed to see someone with so much potential waste it. But water does need carrying and crops do need tending. Obviously the only thing that's really a problem would be if you wish to leave, which for obvious reasons I'm afraid you cannot do."\n\n<hr>\n[[Become a ninja.|RunNinja1x2]]\n\n[[Just live in the village.|RunNinja]]\n\n[[Demand to leave.|RunNinja]]

"Oh goddess what now?" he groans, turning his chair around to face you. Despite the helmet you can practically sense the exasperated look he's giving you.\n\n"Um, the queen... my mother..." You roll your shoulders a bit. "... She's very temperamental. You saw that she was offering that huge bonus for there not being a scratch on us, right? When she hears my brother's dead, she... well, she might not be happy."\n\nHanlon is very still for a long moment. When he speaks again, his electronically tinted voice is worryingly cold. "You just convinced me to tell a half-truth to my client on the idea that she'd pay me."\n\n"I mean, yes, she almost certainly will, but what if she also finds some excuse to punish you, like assessing fines on your ship or saying you disobeyed some bit of royal courtesy? I'm just saying, there's a way that you could get my bounty, and not risk that. Have another set of bounty hunters actually turn me in."\n\n"And why give them a cut?" he says with a sigh. "I'm betting you have a reason, don't you?"\n\n"Well... yes. Give us to the <i>Meridian</i> to turn us in."\n\n"Hn. Cypher's crew? Now why would I do that?"\n\n"... This Ami was Cypher's property," you say, glancing significantly at Two, who worries her lower lip and ducks her head. "I'd like to see her returned to them. They'll probably waive any transfer fees in return for having her back, or... or, if they don't, once I'm back on Thassalon Prime, I'll reimburse you for them. That's not a bribe, right?"\n\n"And you care so much about getting her back to them and going via the <i>Meridian</i>... why?"\n\nThat does give you pause, before you answer, "Cypher got disintegrated to save me, when the ship went down." Which, again, is sort of technically true, since Sierra did disintegrate you and your old body trying to save your life. "I owe him a debt of honor."\n\n"... Fine. Fine!" Hanlon half-shouts, throwing his hands in the air and turning back to the console. "Honestly at this point whatever shuts you up and gets you off my ship. Do you know where they are?"\n\nYou look at Two, who nervously rattles off the coordinates. Hanlon spends a moment looking up a wormhole, then glances over his shoulder. "And I'll thank you to keep your mouth shut the rest of this trip, in repayment for all this leniency." You guess that's a fair request, so you lean back during the transit through the wormhole, doing your best to give Two and Three comforting glances. Eventually the ship drops out of the wormhole again, this time the big half-moon of the <i>Meridian</i> ahead of it. The hunter in the pilot's seat once again opens a frequency. "<i>Meridian</i> this is <i>Razor</i>, come in please."\n\nAfter a few seconds, Doc Trace's voice answers him. "Go ahead, <i>Razor</i>, state your business."\n\n"Name's Hanlon, afraid I've got some bad news for you. Your friend Cypher is dead... disintegrated in a ship crash."\n\n"... I see," Doc Trace's voice says. "And did you have anything to do with that, Hanlon?"\n\nThe hunter is quiet for a moment, before nodding, apparently to himself as much as anything. "Yeah, I had a contract on him at the time, I was trying to force him out of a wormhole. Didn't mean to kill him. It was just business." He glances over his shoulder again before continuing. "I picked up his bounty head and his Ami. They're safe aboard my ship. I'd like to do a transfer contract for the bounty and return the Ami to you."\n\nThere's a rather long silence this time. But eventually the doctor's voice comes back on, sounding tired. "Very well. I've flagged a docking port ready. Please link up to it and come aboard, we'll arrange the transfer contract."\n\n"All according to the code," Hanlon agrees, apparently feeling the need to remind her before closing the frequency and piloting the ship further towards the <i>Meridian</i>. Soon you're stepping into the more familiar passageways, trying not to look too overjoyed at the sight of Doc Trace and Koro, especially since neither of them looks too happy, Trace's lips pressed into a thin, flat line and Koro almost pouting. "Jeanne Quatra, delivered without a scratch. Her brother shared your friend's fate, unfortunately. My condolences, by the way," he adds, somehow managing to sound both businesslike and sincere.\n\n"Thank you. I'd like to take a moment to look over all three of them to insure that they are, in fact, healthy. If you'd wait in this conference room here, we'll return to you in a few moments to discuss the transfer contract." At Hanlon's obvious hesitation, she snappishly adds, heat entering her voice, "I am well aware of the bounty hunter's code, <i>Blayze Hanlon</i>, you needn't act like I'll snatch them from you!"\n\n"... Heh. Thought you might not remember me, Eia," Hanlon replies with a low chuckle. "Apologies. Yeah, I'll wait in here," he says, turning and making his way through the sliding door.\n\n"That man," Doc Trace mutters, before sighing and stepping towards you, voice sad as she speaks. "Well, Princess Jeanne, if you don't mind accompanying me to the-"\n\n"Doc, it's <i>me</i>!" you interrupt, leaning towards her. "Cypher! <i>Eric</i>!"\n\nThat makes her eyes widen, Koro reeling back comically, before Two adds in, "It's true, Doctor, Sierra had to manifest Cypher in the princess's body to save him and try to protect us. Ah, and this is Three, one of my batchmates that Cypher also freed from the station."\n\n"Yo," Three says a bit flatly, raising one hand.\n\n"ALIVE!" Koro half-roars, leaping forward and wrapping his arms around you, hefting you up for a full bearhug. "Hahaha, that's an awesome one, Cypher, what a trick to pull off!"\n\n"Gah! Spine, spine, princesses still have spines!" you choke out, kicking your legs wildly.\n\n"I must say, you really must get out of this habit of hopping bodies," Doc Trace says with a snort as Koro sets you down and she steps forward, waving something at your binders to undo them, already having done so for Two and Three. "But this does seem to be within the capabilities we know Sierra has. How is she...?"\n\n"Crashed and shut down," you say with a frown. "I think we'll be able to retrieve her, if Hanlon will give us the planet's coordinates."\n\n"I imagine he will. He's not... a bad sort at all," Doc Trace admits with just a bit of a grimace, glancing at the door to the conference room. "Though obviously we can't turn you in for the bounty, which brings up a difficulty as to the transfer contract we're about to sign with him. What to do about that issue?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's bring him aboard.|Cypher7x6]]\n\n[[We'll make something up.|Cypher8x1]]

Hm, learning to do traps and stuff sounds like a good idea, especially if you're going to have to play catch-up on all your other basic fighting skills. Set a trap, be far away by the time someone sets it off, you could probably do that. Finishing off the last of your rice, you say, "Alright then, I guess I'll study under Master Rai."\n\n"Certainly not a bad choice, and you rather have the body for it," Miyako says thoughtfully as she looks you up and down, which confuses you a bit. Smiling, she says, "Well, I think you should head on over, then. Kuro is outside waiting for you... you might not quite remember her, but she's the guard you managed to catch a glimpse of last night. Kuro~!" she calls. "Please take our new arrival over to see Master Rai!"\n\n"Haiiii," comes a rather sulky-sounding response.\n\n"Uh, should I get, like, a shirt, or...?" you ask.\n\n"Oh, I don't see much point in that, they'll be issuing you a whole new set of clothes over at the Trap Dojo," Miyako replies cheerfully. "Goodbye for now, I'll no doubt see you again soon."\n\nNodding a bit in confusion, you get up and walk out the door. Standing in the hallway is a girl who looks like she might be a year or so older than you, very pretty, her black hair braided and flopped over her left shoulder, her clothes a 'kunoichi' style outfit, black with red trim, the sort that's a fold-over style top (that still shows off C-cups) and comes down below the sash in a flap in front and back, with netting shorts worn under it, and tabi socks on her feet. Also, despite her Asian features, she has creamed-coffee color skin, and when she narrows her eyes at you you notice that one is hazel and the other is, well, red.\n\nNot the greatest at talking to girls anyway, you nevertheless raise your hand a bit. "You must be Kuro. Hi, I'm-"\n\n"A pervert," she says blandly.\n\n"... Huh?"\n\n"C'mon, pervert, I'll take you to the rest of the perverts," she grumbles, turning and stalking down the hall, leaving you to follow after her in confusion.\n\nThe two of you walk across part of the village. It's... about what you'd expect from a 'hidden ninja village', with lots of old-style Japanese buildings, there are just a lot of them, the village apparently more like a fair-sized town. Lots of people of all ages are walking around, wearing various ninja-themed outfits, or some that are just 'rural old Japan' you suppose. Eventually your (apparently grumpy) guide leads you to a relatively large, otherwise nondescript building. Standing out front is a girl who looks like she might be your age, maybe even a little younger, standing and bouncing on the balls of her feet. She has dark purple hair pulled up in a high ponytail and bound with one of those little hairties that has the two tines sticking up, and long falls of hair to either side of her rather adorable face with its big green eyes. She's completely flat, but despite that wearing a rather more skimpy and light purple version of the type of garment Kuro is, minus the netting shorts. She beams as she spots the two of you, waving a hand energetically and cooing in a high, cute voice, "Kuro-chaaaan!"\n\n"Don't call me '-chan'," Kuro grumbles, coming to a stop in front of the short, wide steps at the front of the building and folding her arms. "I brought you your new pervert for your group of perverts."\n\n"Mou, mou, Kuro-chan, so standoffish as always," the girl giggles, making a charming negating motion with one hand. "Wanna stick around and watch his initiation? It'll be fuuuuun!"\n\nInitiation? Blinking, you look over at Kuro, who for some reason has turned the color of a penny and is stammering. After a moment she turns and leaps away, bounding across rooftops and disappearing quickly. Staring after her, you turn back when you hear the girl giggling again.\n\n"She's so cute." Expecting to be told that you'll now be taken to see your new teacher, the girl instead bows. "Welcome to the Trap Dojo. I am Master Rai, but Rai-chan is fine!" she chirps in that high, adorable voice.\n\n"Um." You blink again. "You're... you're Master Rai!"\n\n"Mouuuuu, like I said, Rai-chan, Rai-chan!" She puts her hands on her hips and puffs her cheeks out some, before giggling some more. "But yeah I'm in charge of Trap Dojo!"\n\n"Um, okay. My name is-"\n\n"Tch t-t-t!" Rai raises a hand and wags a finger. "Now that you're shinobi, you discard your old name! For now your name while you train will be... Aoko!" she declares, eyes sparkling. "After those pretty blue eyes!"\n\n"... Okay? But isn't -ko usually a-"\n\n"Anyway!" She hops forward and snags both your hands, pulling you forward and into the building, the doors apparently sliding open of their own accord. She slips over and presses up against your side, making you blush a little as the two of you walk into a larger, open area, the doors sliding closed behind you. There are various mats here, as well as what look like high benches or short tables of various heights scattered around. Some sort of training area? "Here is where you will learn all about the art of luring an enemy to their doom! Deception and trickery are the arts of the Trap Master, along with many other skills you can learn! But ne ne, first, I have a really important question, Aoko-chan!"\n\nYou almost find yourself repeating Kuro about being called '-chan', even though you only have a general understanding of the suffix's meaning, but decide that smarting off to your new master probably isn't a really good way to start. "Okay, Rai-... chan?"\n\n"Do you like girls, or boys?" At your flummoxed expression, she giggles again. "Mou, mou, it's okay if you like both! In that case, just tell me which one you like more!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Girls.|RunNinja1x4]]\n\n[[Boys.|RunNinja]]

You take a few moments to think it over, but heck. If this is a dream, don't pinch you too hard, because what kid your age (or admittedly probably younger) hasn't dreamed of an invitation to ninja training? "Alright, I'll accept your ninja training."\n\n"Wonderful!" she coos, raising her hands and clapping twice. The sliding door of the room opens, and a trio of good-looking young women (you'd guess early twenties?) all wearing black gi-style tops that come to just below their hips... and not much else that you can see... come in carrying trays. Two of them move over to briefly settle on their knees in front of you and lay out trays laden with food... one bearing a bowl of rice and several meat dishes, the other with a few plates of sushi... while the other turns away and kneels in front of Miyako, leaning forward to set the other tray that bears just a long-stemmed pipe (and in the process, showing that she is in fact wearing something under the gi top... a tiny little white g-string that does absolutely nothing to hide her pucker and just barely covers the lips of her pussy). All three then rise and move back to the door, turning to bow before leaving.\n\n"Eat, eat," Miyako encourages, snapping you out of your daze. It doesn't take any more prompting than that, and you hurriedly set to, considering how long it's been since you had anything like real food. She sits there puffing lightly at the pipe, smiling as she watches you, frangrant bits of smoke curling up from the pipe or her red lips. "Now, while you eat, though, you should consider which master to apprentice under."\n\n"Mthtr?" you mumble around a full mouth, blushing a little as you realize that you just sprayed a few grains of rice in the fire.\n\nMiyako at least doesn't seem to mind. "Indeed. We have many styles and variants of our art in this village. Any of them and their students are fully capable of training you in the basics as well as beginning to train you in their specialty, so it is to your benefit to begin forging a relationship with your new master as soon as possible. Let me see... there is [[Kage|RunNinja]], the Master of the Unseen. Probably what you would consider the 'standard ninja', one whose specialty is in moving undetected and attacking without trace. Then there is his opposite number, [[Mei|RunNinja2x1]], the Master of Dancers. She teaches what I believe the internet calls 'highly visible ninjas'... martial artists who incorporate a showy, exuberant aspect to their styles so that they can make a statement with their missions and activities. [[Rai|RunNinja1x3]] is the Master of Traps, expert of tricking others with appearances and luring targets to their doom. [[Hikage|RunNinja]] is Master of Mystics, ninjas whose focus is on ancient magic and secret ki arts." She pauses briefly, before saying, "And while I would not necessarily recommend it, [[Ken|RunNinja]] is Master of the Shadows."\n\n"Shadows?" You swallow your current mouthful. "How is that different than the Unseen?"\n\n"In many ways they are similar... and in many ways they are very, very different. I assume you have some basic understanding of how police departments work from television and such?" At your nod, Miyako continues. "If the Unseen are the beat officers and detectives, then the Shadows are Internal Affairs. They are the ones responsible for insuring that the Jaakuna follow our shinobi code, and bring punishment and judgment on those who stray from it. They are seen in a similar light by the rest of the ninja as well... zealots and oppressors, always there waiting eagerly to pounce on some unsuspecting, good-hearted ninja who accidentally stepped a toe out of line. The truth is, obviously, not so clear-cut and simplified. But it does result in them being populated mostly by those who are already outcasts... orphans, those who failed mastery tests of other arts, misfits. I will not say you should not join them, they always need as many good people as possible, but it might be difficult for you."\n\n

You awaken a little disoriented. You're in a small wooden room, with a single small, high-up window. There's not much in here, nor is there room for much... there's the simple mat you're laying on, what looks like another rolled-up mat, a small trunk with an unlit lantern sitting atop it, and a stretch of empty floor. All in all it's probably barely large enough to count as a "walk-in closet" let alone a room. There's just enough pale silvery light coming in through the window to light things to 'dim', and after a moment you stand up, examining yourself. You're clean again... actually your skin looks cleaner than it's ever been. Smoother and softer too, without a single hint of body hair below your eyebrows, after a few checks. Where before you'd been scrawny, you now seem rather, well, sleek. Your hips and ass have a bit of extra padding, just enough to give them some extra roundness, same for your legs and arms. You look... girlier?\n\nAs you're trying to figure out what happened to you, the door slides open, admitting light from the hallway and showing the cheerful-seeming Rai. "Ah, good, you're up! Oooo, you look so pretty, Aoko-chan!"\n\n"What...?" You blink, noticing your voice is just a bit higher. Not quite as high and cute as Rai's, but it's enough to make you raise your hand to your throat. "What happened to me?!"\n\n"I helped you absorb the ki being released by all that cum being put in you and on you as Feminine Energy. It's something you'll learn to do as a Trap Ninja. Of course, as Master I know all the little tricks," he answers with a giggle. "But for right now it'll take you awhile to get started. Over time you'll learn to alter your appearance to suit your mission, or just your whims. Like me!" he adds, lifting the front flap of his ninja garb to show off sleek black panties clinging to the bulge of his cock and balls. "By manipulating my Masculine and Feminine Energies, I can make myself appear like an innocent, darling little girly-boy," he explains, the bulge shrinking down smaller, becoming a simple bump in the fabric. "Or I can be hung like the most bred-for-fucking stud there is," he continues, the bulge swiftly growing back out, until the panties are just barely covering it, the thick outline of the shaft seeming to strain the cloth while the balls drag it down heavily and bulge out the sides a bit. "And of course, illusion magic can hide the fact that it's there at all even without shapeshifting!" he chirps, a puff of pink smoke surrounding his crotch, then drifting away and leaving it utterly smooth.\n\nYou just stare, then shake your head slowly. "But... why? What's the point of it?"\n\n"Trap Ninjas of any sort are all about appearing as something we're not," Rai explains, letting his flap drop with another light puff of smoke, hiding whatever size he's made himself at the moment. "Be it making ourselves look harmless or alluring, tempting our targets with their secret desires or desires they never knew they had, it's all about luring them in and keeping them off guard so we can accomplish our mission."\n\n"What... what sort of mission?"\n\n"All sorts! Sometimes it's assassination, obviously, but other times it's just things like stealing information, or planting something, or even just gathering humiliating blackmail material. I think you can guess one way we'd obviously do that," he adds with a giggle. "The point is that we're masters of disguise and subterfuge. Our whole existence is one of being a trap to lure in our targets, you see?"\n\n"Which is why I couldn't be left straight," you reply a little wryly. "Because obviously one of the things I'd have to do is seduce guys."\n\n"Preeetty much!" Rai smiles, tucking his hands behind his back, and rocking on his heels. Then his cheeks flush and he gives a little giggle. "But I admit I really like doing it too. Especially you, you're really cute, Aoko-chan. And Miyako-sama says you have a lot of potential, and I believe it. I've never seen someone take so well to absorbing energy, you're a natural. You could possibly reach one of the highest ranks of ninja that follow the path of the Trap, 'Succunin', and it's been a long time since I had a student that I thought had a real chance for that!"\n\nRai must see the look of uncertainty on your face, because he pouts. "Hey, I know you may not be totally prepared for this, but you're not thinking of quitting, are you? I mean... we do have things you could do other than become a true Trap Ninja, but don't quit just because I sprung this on you! I mean... it's kind of what I do, I'm sorry!"\n\n<hr>\n[[It's okay.|RunNinja1x6]]\n\n[[You want out.|RunNinja]]

"I-I like girls!" you blurt, shaking your head. "I mean, I totally like girls, I'm not into guys, really."\n\n"Ohhhh?" Rai blinks those big green eyes at you, raising a fingertip to the corner of her mouth. \n\n"Yeah," you say in a calmer tone once you're past the first blush of embarrassment. "I like girls, for real."\n\n"Okay then!" She smiles brightly and pats you on the back a few times, nudging you ahead of her. "Good to know! Now we can get on to the initiation!" She purses her lips and gives a whistle.\n\nSeveral of the other doors slide open, and men walk in. Large, muscular, men. Large, muscular, <i>naked</i> men. Large, muscular, naked men with gleaming, oiled-up skin and heafty, shining erect cocks jutting up from their crotches. Your eyes widen, and you're just about to demand to know what's going on when your pants are abruptly yanked down, small, cute hands closing around your wrists with a grip like steel, just before a very slick-feeling and very long cock pushes its way deftly into your ass. While your mouth is still open in utter shock and your body still trembling, you hear Rai's voice coo, "Mmmm! There's nothing like feeling a straight boy's ass trembling around your cock for the first time!"\n\nYou look over your shoulder at Rai as she... he... lightly twists your arms to move you into a more bent-over position, his pretty face showing a much more wicked grin and his green eyes glittering with glee as he starts working his hips in and out. Maybe it's some secret ninja art, because despite your anal virginity he's taking you easily, his balls lightly slapping against yours and making your limp cock wobble as he pumps into you. "Not straight for long though!" he adds in a giggle, still using that perfectly girly voice even as his thrusts lightly jar loose his top, revealing more of what's now obviously a boy's chest, even if it is one with slightly puffy pink nipples.\n\n"W-what, no!" you protest, unable to help a moan slipping out with the words. Because despite that it is starting to feel really good having Rai's surprisingly long and thick cock pumping into your ass, your tight hole indeed squeezing around him repeatedly at the depth of his thrusts, making him feel even bigger inside you.\n\n"'Fraid you've got no choice, Aoko-chaaan!" Rai laughs, starting to work his hips faster even as the men start to draw in closer. "It's one of the many skills I wield as Master of Traps! I'm going to fuck the heterosexual riiiight out of you! Mm, not all the way, don't want you turning fully gay... well, not yet," he adds with another little giggle.\n\nDespite yourself you start giving moans and little (somewhat girlish) cries as Rai keeps fucking you, your cock slowly but steadily hardening up and starting to bounce up and down beneath your belly as his slender hips impact yours. Almost against your will you start rocking back against him some, before finally giving in and moaning full-throated as pre starts dribbling out of your cock with his thrusts. When he finally thrusts forward into you and you feel a wet heat spreading deep inside, you give a loud whimper, your own cock spurting long, thick strands of cum out to spatter on the floor, laying there discarded like your heterosexuality.\n\nAs Rai slips out of you, two of the large men grab you and heft you up, carrying you to one of those nearby benches and laying you down on it on your back. You now get what it was for... it's almost the perfect height to put you at crotch level to them, and the perfect length for your head and legs to dangle over the sides. One of them lifts your legs up into the air and against his broad chest, pushing that massive slicked-up pole into your already well-fucked ass, while the other's strong hands grip your head and throat to angle it down. Whatever technique Rai used to hilt in your virgin ass so easily, this guy apparently knows as well, since he similarly stuffs his prick between your lips all at once, bulging your throat and leaving you gulping and sucking at it by reflex as much as anything else. His balls slap against your face as he starts thrusting forward, leaving you quagging and slurping at him, and more eagerly with every stroke of the cocks spitroasting you. \n\nAfter a few moments you feel sleek, soft hands stroking and rubbing over your chest, then one wrapping around your cock, stroking it a few times before there's the feel of a wet, soft tongue. By the time you feel soft lips and a hot mouth closing around your cockhead and then sliding down unhesitatingly, you're pretty darn sure that it's Rai sucking you off as you're double-fucked by the big strong gleaming men. Your cock shudders lightly in the tight feel of his throat, his tongue doing things it seems like it shouldn't be able to in that little space, making you cum again after mere seconds. You can hear a muffled giggle over your own muffled moans and the sound of the cocks slamming into your holes, as Rai's expert tonguework and throat manipulation makes sure that you actually get harder rather than losing any steam.\n\nEventually the man fucking your ass pumps you full of a thick, hot load, while the one using your face pulls out and strokes himself off, decorating your gasping, flushed face with thick splatters of his seed. As you're gasping and twitching, your face painted like a two dollar whore's, you feel Rai's mouth slide off your cock. Lifting your head, you see him settling onto another, lower bench, this one with an angled, padded second 'shelf' below it. He grins as he lifts up his legs, showing off a pink, glistening pucker, his eyes making it very clear what the invitation means. Shivering, you tumble off of your own bench and make your way over, letting your legs rest on the padded area as you move into position above Rai. You can feel his cock brushing against your stomach as you angle your own into place, then moan as you push forward, feeling his hot, tight hole practically suck you in as you slide inside him. You watch as Rai bites his lower lip, an expression of utter pleasure at having your cock inside him on his pretty face.\n\nOf course, you're not too surprised when one of the men pushes you forward and settles to his knees behind you, pushing into your heavily cum-lubed ass. You moan out, the sound muffled as Rai leans up and kisses you hard, his tongue swirling with yours eagerly as the big man's thrusts rock you forward against him. It's not long before another man breaks the kiss by pushing his thick prick in between your two mouths, leaving you both to run your lips and tongues along it, worshiping the gleaming pole. The two of you moan like girls as cock after cock is offered up to you or stuffed into you, with you cumming in Rai's ass over and over again for the long time that you remain in that position.\n\nHe gets to return the favor over the several hours the initiation lasts, obviously.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|RunNinja1x5]]

Life in the Trap Dojo turns out to be pretty good overall, really. Your training is very difficult and tiring, especially at first, but the benefits are, well, pretty great. First of all there's the fact that sex is simply a natural part of training, and while it's often just as intense and grueling as the combat training, well... it's sex, so it's still a lot more fun than squats and pushups. Mingled in with that is the fact that pretty much everyone in the dojo is extremely attractive... not just your teachers, the other students are all pretty boys and handsome girls.\n\nPart of adding sex to the training is to eliminate any shame or hesitation you might otherwise feel, and get you used to fucking as just a natural thing to be done as easily as signing your name. So even when a lesson doesn't specifically involve sex, one of your senseis will generally tend to go ahead and throw some in at the end of the session. You get quite used to being bent over a desk by Rei, moaning as her slicked-up strapon slides deep into your ass and her strong, firm hands run over your back or grip in your now blonde ponytail, her bare pussy dripping down her thighs as she fucks you. Or to Kei on his knees in the kitchen, gentle brown eyes fixed on your face as he bobs his head over your cock slowly and affectionately. Or to laying on your back on the floor, your and Murasaki's clothes disheveled, his smiling painted lips parted and face flushed as he fucks you near-frantically, his sultry voice cooing out a mingled litany of venomous praise and loving abuse. Or spending afternoons calmly reading old scrolls while Daremo strokes your cock so smoothly and gradually that you barely even notice when you cum against the underside of the table. And then of course there's always Rai("-chan!"), who pops in occasionally for some special lesson or another... or just slips into your room in the middle of the night, with you waking up either balls-deep in his mouth or with him already halfway to cumming in your ass.\n\nOf course you similarly get along well with the other students, of which there's a dozen or so. (Sometimes they come and go, apparently on missions, meaning you occasionally meet new people, or people you're used to just aren't there one morning without explanation. You guess that's part of ninja life too.) Lessons don't just involve sparring with each other or trying to steal objects off of one another... sometimes it's seeing who can make the other cum the fastest, or who passes out from a marathon fuck session first. And then there's the lessons that wind up teasing and getting each other aroused but not delivering, like ones of picking out sexy outfits for hypothetical missions or practicing enticing body language. There's a large and very nice bathhouse that's part of the dojo where most of you adjourn to after lessons end, and in the hot humid air and warm tile most nights things quickly turn into a pre-dinner orgy, with soft moans as eager, sleek cocks pump into tight asses or tongues are thrust deep into smooth-shaven pussies. Even on nights where most of you are too exhausted to do much more than soak the soreness out of your muscles, there will still be at least one couple with someone bent over the edge of a tub and the other thrusting into them from behind, even if they're so tired they're absently chatting with other people while fucking.\n\nAfter roughly six months, Rai takes you out of one of your lessons, grinning at you as he turns to look you over. "I like your hair," he says with a giggle, indicating your golden blonde 'do that's done in a style highly similar to his own. "You definitely look the proper American ninja now! I'm so happy with how far you've come, too. You're already catching up to most of the other students, it looks like Miyako-sama was right... you have an innate potential for this! That's why it's time to go on your first mission!"\n\nA shiver of mingled excitement and fear runs through you. "Really? A mission? By myself?"\n\n"Mhm! We don't hold your hand around here, we don't send you on a mission unless we think you can handle it by yourself. You will have backup, but they're mostly just to help guide you on your way there and back, they've been instructed to keep well back from you and not interfere. They'll have all the information on your target and goals. For now see Daremo for some outsider clothing, both to wear on your trip and for the mission."\n\nSoon you're trotting through the village, wearing a pale pink t-shirt, white pleated skirt, pink stockings, and white sneakers, your hair dropped into a lower ponytail with a baby blue scrunchy and a purple bag slung on your shoulder. As you arrive at the edge of the village and spot another person in street clothes, you stop and blink. "Oh, hey, it's you."\n\nKuro, wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt, a simple black backpack on her back, turns to face you, frowning thoughtfully. After a moment her jaw drops. "Y-... y-... it's <i>you</i>?!" she stammers, raising a finger to point at you.\n\n"Eheheh." You rub the back of your head lightly. "Aoko here. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Again."\n\nKuro just continues to stare for a few moments, then shakes her head and grumbles, "I knew you were a pervert like the rest."\n\n<hr>\n[[Point out that this is about the mission.|RunNinja1x8]]\n\n[[Try to make friends.|RunNinja]]

"Well. I guess I understand, since that's just the way of it," you say with a sigh.\n\n"Great!" Rai instantly perks back up. "Then tonight I'll introduce you to the other teachers here and we'll have dinner, and tomorrow you'll begin your lessons! Here!" He reaches behind him and draws out (from somewhere) a small folded stack of clothes. "Get dressed!"\n\nYou blush some as you realize not only what the stack contains, but that Rai apparently intends to stand there and watch. Oh well. You pull on the tight little dark blue g-string, the front of it melding up closely against your cock and balls, the band riding high on your hips and slipping between your pert asscheeks... you have a feeling that, like the servant girl you saw when you first arrived, it will do absolutely nothing to hide your asshole. You pull on the similarly-designed to Rai's top, though yours is a pale pink-purple color, and tie it with the white sash, then sit down on the trunk to pull on the dark blue thigh-high stockings that leave your heels and toes bare. Rai looks you over thoughtfully. "We'll have to get you to grow your hair out, and for an American ninja with such pretty blue eyes you really should be a blonde, but we can take care of that later. For now you look great! Come with me, I'll take you to the teachers' dining room. Tomorrow you'll begin eating with the other students, but tonight it's a special dinner with us!"\n\nYou follow Rai through the hallways, to a fair-sized room with a low, round table in the center of it, already set with multiple plates of food, the rest of the room decorated with vases filled with lovely feminine flower arrangements. The people sitting at the table all rise and bow as the two of you enter, Rai moving forward to stand beside each as he introduces them.\n\n"Aoko-chan, this is Rei-sensei," he chirps, standing beside what looks like a tall, lean, pretty man with short-cropped black hair and intense, dark eyes, wearing a black ninja top and pants, wrappings faintly visible around the chest beneath the top. "Rei is our combat master and a specialist in Masculine Energy. She can teach you not only to boost your muscles, strength, and stamina, but the essence of how to charm women with calm flattery and gentle arrogance!"\n\nHe takes a few steps to the side to stand next to a somewhat shorter ninja who looks like a beautiful young woman, wearing a white ninja outfit with flaps that come nearly to her ankles, making it more like a high-slit dress than anything else, her features elegant and brown hair drawn back into a simple, motherly ponytail, her hands clasped in front of her and her smile gentle. "Kei, meanwhile, is our domestic specialist. He can teach you any of the skills you need to pass as whatever mundane profession your cover requires. His charm specialty is soothing motherliness and wifely warmth."\n\nStepping over to stand next to what looks like a sultry woman in provocative makeup wearing a shiny purple ninja outfit that leaves long, curvaceous legs bare save for the netting stockings sheathing them, Rai says, "This is Murasaki, our spymaster. He can teach you not only the intricacies of information gathering and easing what you want to know out of your target, but is also a master of Feminine Energy, that which we use to enhance our agility, appeal, and pleasure. His specialty in charm is seduction and sluttiness."\n\nThe final person Rai comes to stand next to is shorter even than you, with white hair and silver eyes, their lower face covered by a grey mask. The tight grey high-necked sleeveless top and the low-slung baggy pants on their flat chest and lean form don't really lean one way or the other in this room where no one is what they seem, giving a sense of utter androgyny. "Last, and by appearance but not skill least, is Daremo. Daremo is the keeper of all our secret arts, including those we use for shapeshifting and illusion magic. Their charm specialty is to be innocuous and nonthreatening."\n\nAll of those assembled bow again and give various greetings, with Rai beaming. "At first all of them will have a little bit to teach you, but over time we'll probably assign one or two as your primary sensei to help build your specialty. Once you've discovered what that is. For now, let's eat!"\n\n<hr>\n[[And then you eat.|RunNinja1x7]]

"I didn't hear Mother say exactly," you reply after a moment's thought. "She just said that Mason-sensei had suddenly been given a great opportunity, one just about anybody would jump at, and that she was very happy for her."\n\n"Ohhhh," several of the other students chorus, before the one standing by your desk says, "It must have been something like teaching at a college in America!"\n\n"Or becoming the principal of her own school somewhere," one of the other boys says with a nod.\n\n"And you said she didn't belong here," another girl huffs, smacking the earlier boy on the back of the head. "Idiot."\n\n"Ow! Geez, sorry, sorry."\n\nShiori is silent for the rest of the period, though you notice she seems to have calmed down. She's also quiet for the drive home, and once inside she wanders off to her own room. You head upstairs and turn on the computer, starting to type up several of your assignments from school that day. It's about an hour later when there's a little knock at the door. "Yes?" you call, glancing over your shoulder.\n\nThe door opens, and Shiori moves to stand in it, leaning a shoulder against the frame, one hand rubbing her elbow. "Um. Hey. ... I just wanted to say... thank you," she says quietly, glancing aside. "For... for heading off the awful stuff they were starting to say about me."\n\n"Oh? In which period?" you ask with a smile as you turn your chair to face her, unable to help teasing her just a bit.\n\nShe grimaces lightly, then sighs. "I meant geography, but I guess... both. I know you didn't have to do that, especially after... after what I did to you. ... And I'm sorry about that too," she adds quietly, looking at the floor.\n\nAfter a moment you get up and move to sit on the couch, patting the seat beside you. She hesitates, but moves over to settle down. "That's in the past. As far as I'm concerned you don't need to be sorry about that anymore."\n\n"... Alright." She nods slowly, then shakes her head after. "But I guess I get what you were trying to say. Do you <i>really</i> think this is a great opportunity?"\n\n"Well. It's not exactly the one I was expecting when I got here," you reply slowly. "But, I've come to look at it this way. I've gained a good fourteen extra years of life, I'm now in a much wealthier family and a culture that prizes academia more highly. I won't have to struggle for scholarships to afford college when I go again... in fact one day I'll probably be able to give them instead. I get to experience life in an entirely different way than I ever dreamed... and admittedly, the side benefits aren't too bad," you add, cheeks coloring a little as you think about your mother's cock pistoning away between your legs.\n\n"But who you are... you've had that stolen from you," she says quietly.\n\n"In a way, I suppose. But I guess that's mostly if you think of Helen Patissier as a name and a bunch of records and what people think of her," you continue after a few moments of thought. "Who I am inside isn't gone... changed a little, maybe, but not gone. It's just become part of who I am now." You raise a hand to cup her cheek, rubbing it gently. "Amanda Mason hasn't been stolen from you... you can make her a part of Shiori Akihira, if you want to."\n\n"... Okay." She nods slowly, and finally manages a tiny bit of a smile. "I guess... I guess thank you. ... Sis."\n\nThat brings a bright smile to your face, and a twinkle to your eyes. Hearing her say that makes you happier than you expected.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiss her cheek.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Kiss her lips.|Kyoko]]

Eager to finally try out the hot springs that you've moved across the planet to live near, you strip down and toss your stuff on a shelf, and do a slightly perfunctory scrubdown under one of the shower heads. Snagging a towel and wrapping it around your waist, you pad barefoot out onto the tiled portion of the rocky area that makes up the hot springs. The sky is clear and full of stars above the high barriers formed by some wooden walls and the hotel itself. The main spring is a large, mostly round thing full of mostly clear, steaming water, with the center of it bearing a tall, rough stone pillar ringed by squat boulders that barely stick up out of the water. And sitting leaned back against one of those boulders is Nanako.\n\nYou blink a little at the sight of her. Wasn't she supposed to be out of here like twenty minutes ago?! But there she is, her hair out of its little scrunchy, sunk up to her chin in the water. It looks like she's got a small towel draped against her front, but is otherwise naked, as might be expected. She also seems to be asleep, since her eyes are closed and there's a fairly steady set of ripples on the surface of the water beneath her nose. \n\n<hr>\n[[Hurry and leave.|Austin]]\n\n[["Uh, Nanako-san?"|Austin3x2]]\n\n[["... NANAKO!"|Austin]]

"Er, Nanako-san, I don't think you should be sleeping there," you call out gently, trying to make sure you're covered by the towel. "That seems kind of dangerous. ... Nanako-san?"\n\nThen, as you watch, Nanako slides down further, her whole head sinking below the surface with a little burst of bubbles. You stare, mostly in shock for a moment, then yelp and scramble forward when she doesn't come up immediately. Leaping into the water and ignoring the heat, you wade quickly over to her and bend down, grabbing her up and scooping her out of the water, then hurriedly heading for the side where you can lay her out on the tile.\n\nA quick check shows that she still seems to be breathing okay, but the shock of slipping under the water has her out even deeper than she was originally... well, she's probably overheated too, to judge by the warm pink color of her skin. ... All of her skin. In her motions and your carrying her, she seems to have lost her towel, and only now do you realize that you've laid her out on the ground completely naked. Her pert breasts are shown off in their entirety, as flushed and pink as the rest of her, though the exposure to the cooler night air has apparently stiffened up her nipples. Her crotch is bare, devoid of hair or anything else to hide the snug-looking pink slit between her legs.\n\nYou erk, standing up and turning around... then glancing down as you feel cool air on something else. You seem to have lost your towel as well, and your cock has stiffened up from the sight of Nanako's naked body, now jutting into the steam from the hotspring you're still knee-deep in. Er... this has turned into quite a situation. You should probably just cover Nanako up and go... or, maybe just to be safe, in case she's actually injured or rolls back in somehow or something, stay with her.\n\n'Or maybe,' a wicked part of your brain says. 'You could take advantage of the fact that she obviously won't be waking up anytime soon to have some fun. Think of it as payback for how she treated you!'\n\n<hr>\n[[Cover her up and leave.|Austin]]\n\n[[Stay with her.|Austin]]\n\n[[Fuck her.|Austin]]

You consider for a moment, then press a bit more firmly at the hidden comm, murmuring to your wrist. "There's a huge crowd today, I think the two of us better stay unless you really need the backup."\n\n<i>"Approaching signals now. They look fairly weak, I think we'll be alright, you take care of the guests."</i>\n\n"We here at Worldland aim to please," you reply dryly, before dropping your hand and grinning at Rei, who winks and heads off towards where some kid is squealing her name, the child's father practically drooling at the sight of her jiggling breasts. You take a breath and fix your own guest-greeting grin back in place, turning back to the throngs of people. Back to the grind!\n\nAnd indeed, after about an hour, the crowd thins just enough that you get your first indecent proposal, and soon you're in an alleyway, grinding your practically bare ass against a pudgy middle-aged man's crotch while unzipping the jeans of his considerably leaner and better-looking teenaged son. You smile at the nervously-grinning boy, drawing out his stiff cock and stroking it gently in your gloved hands while his father kneads your tits brazenly. After a few moments you give him a bit of a nudge back and then bend forward, sliding your mouth down around his cock and hearing him moan, while his father's big hands knead at your ass and then tear away the crotch of your Senshi outfit.\n\nFather and son only spitroast you for about five minutes before the son gives a whimper and shoves your head down on his cock, his cum pouring down your throat while his dad's gushes into your pussy, which flutters and squeezes around him as you have a small, shivery orgasm. That's pretty typical, really... most guests want to fuck you and hurry back to their families before anyone gets suspicious. Both of them pull out and give vague murmurs of gratitude as they hurry out, tucking themselves away hurriedly.\n\nYou stand up and take a moment to wipe your face with the special cloth provided to mascots, instantly cleaning off smears of cum and saliva and fixing your makeup. They really do have the most magical things here. You concentrate on your outfit to have it seal back up in the crotch, the material easily absorbing the cum leaking into it, then start back towards the mouth of the alley yourself... only to find another guest waiting there. He was apparently watching for at least part of the last encounter, since he already has his stiff cock and, without a word, pushes down on your shoulder. You squat, letting your legs spread, press one hand around the base of his cock as he guides your head to it, rolling your eyes up to look at him as you gulp his dick down repeatedly, leaving green smears and circles on the dark skin.\n\nAnd so the day goes... being bent over, getting on your knees, on all fours. Huffing, panting middle-aged men pounding you up the ass, shivering, moaning teenaged boys cumming in your mouth. Blushing, bravado-filled teenage girls eager to get their pussies eaten by a contemporary, and cooing, smirking housewives eager to eat a teenage girl's pussy. You buck and moan and gasp and beg for more, and then head out to smile and pose for pictures before being snagged again... or occasionally doing the snagging. Hey, it's not like you're not having fun too, after all!\n\nEventually, your shift draws to an end. You noticed Rei heading into one of the alleys with what looked like an entire family, so decide not to wait for her and head back to the locker room on your lonesome. You strip efficiently and head for the showers, rows of cylinders each with four showerheads coming off of them and small dispensers for soap(/lube) and shampoo(/also lube). You twist the hot water, sighing gratefully as it starts cascading down over you. You're reaching for the shampoo when a pair of breasts at least as big as yours and a cock much bigger than any you ever had both press up against you from behind, the stiff shaft rubbing slickly against your asscheeks.\n\n"Hey, Makoto, you mind?" Mai asks, hands reaching around to lightly fondle your soaked tits. "I wound up doing almost nothing but photo ops today, I'm a little pent up."\n\nYou roll your eyes a little, but nod. "Yeah, okay, sure." You nudge her back and then lean forward, bracing your hands against the shower cylinder. The busty shemale ninja presses the tip of her lube-dripping dick against your pucker, then slowly pushes inside, making you grunt a little as she pops it in. You shift your feet a little, gripping the textured tile more firmly with your toes as you make sure you have a good stance. "Day okay otherwise?"\n\n"Pretty good," she replies, voice taking on a slightly breathless tone as she starts pumping her cock into your ass. "You know me, seeing boys pop insta-hardons when they see me is almost as good as fucking their cute little butts!"\n\nYou snicker as your tits sway back and forth, water spraying in little lines and droplets from where it runs down your back and over them. "Even by mascot standards, you're a perv."\n\n"Mmm!"\n\n"Hey, Makoto," Minako greets evenly as she pads up to the same cylinder and turns on one of the other showerheads. "Hey, Mai."\n\n"Hey," you acknowledge over the sound of Mai's hips slapping hard and fast against your asscheeks.\n\n"Hi, cute stuff, how's it going," Mai says, voice catching, her tits bouncing even more than your own are at this point as she fucks your tight hole with abandon.\n\n"Ugh, I hate the evening-to-night shift," Minako grouses, rolling her eyes and squirting a bit of her own bodywash into her hand, before setting it down next to the bottle of shampoo beside her foot. She starts soaping up her chest, tits soon glistening amidst the lather. "When the sun sets it's like, nothing but the dudes who make it creepy." She makes a face, letting her tongue loll out, raising her hands and making little claws of them. "Slobber slobber, my waifu, my waifu, come home with me." She gives a dramatic shudder and a little 'blech'. "So gross."\n\n"I haven't had to do one yet, sounds lame," you agree, then give a little 'mmf!' and shudder as you feel Mai slam forward and start cumming in you, your pussy giving a small squirt against her already soaked balls.\n\n"Yeah, evening-to-night's no fun," Mai pants, slowly drawing her slightly softened cock out of your ass, letting little dribbles of her cum leak out and down onto your pussy, already getting diluted by the shower water as they do. "Overnight shift on Spring Break, Halloweek, and Christmas Fling is even worse."\n\n"Oh, gawd, don't even remind me," Minako groans as Mai moves to the showerhead across from yours and you straighten up to resume lathering up. "My entire social li-... yeah, sure, just do my hair for me while you do, alright?" The blonde hands her shampoo bottle to Auron, then leans forward to mimic your own earlier posture. "My entire social life just, hnnh, just dead for an entire week at a time." She sighs mournfully, even as she gives a few little gasps from the grizzled swordsman's cock starting to pump her pussy. She glances up at you as he starts working fingers into her hair, starting to get it sudsed up, some of them running down the slopes of her swaying tits as the water follows the curve of her neck and shoulders. "What're you doing tonight?"\n\n"Probably just staying in with Rei again, why?" you answer, arching your back to rinse off your own chest and then stepping back a little to let the water hit your crotch.\n\n"Well the only good thing about the evening-to-night is that it's shorter than a regular shift, so I was thinking if it's okay with you guys, I'd come over after for a late dinner, maybe invite the others, watch a movie?" Minako suggests, tilting her head back partly to keep suds from running in her eyes and partly because Auron's switched from shampooing her hair to lightly using it as reins as he pounds her pussy.\n\n"I'll have to run it by Rei-chan but she'll probably be fine with it." You turn around and let the water rinse off your back. "I'll text you when I talk to her, okay?"\n\n"'Kaaay."\n\nYou grin as you finish up, smacking Auron on the ass in passing and hearing both him and Minako moan as that apparently sets him off. "Glad to be of service!" you call with a laugh as you head back to your locker. Panties, bra, socks, jeans, sweater, purse, door. You trot along the pathway, sighing a bit in relief at the workday being over.\n\n"Oh, hey, aren't you the Sailor Jupiter chick?"\n\nYou blink a little, glancing aside. There's a small clump of boys... maybe seniors in high school?... nearby, several of them wearing letter jackets. One of them's grinning, and it takes you a moment to place him... oh, right, you sucked his balls earlier today until he came in your hair. "Yeah, hi." You get your customer service smile back in place. "I'm actually off work right now, though."\n\n"Nah, it's cool. Just thought I'd say hey." He shrugs and smiles again, then gives an exaggerated 'oh' and a quick jerk of his hand, as if he'd just thought of something. How cute. "Actually, y'know, our whole football team is here, sort of a reward for how good we did last year, y'know? Our chaperones are gonna be 'otherwise occupied' tonight so we're having a huge party in basically a whole floor of the hotel. If you want, you could come, y'know?"\n\nPart of you wants to be a little amused at the thought of being invited to some teenage party where the most exciting thing will probably be illicit drinking... not too long ago that would have been a dream, now it just seems a bit mundane. Part of you, however, conjures up the image of what could be dozens of horny, athletic, possibly hung teenage boys, who either already know or will shortly be informed that you're a complete slut. That part of you has your pussy immediately swamped, to the point that you can feel your panties clinging to you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Decline.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]

Obviously he'd want to stuff his cock in one of those big, powerful-looking assholes, you think as you carry the stool over to the stallion side. Though you're trying not to think too hard about why that seems obvious to you. You set the stool down behind the stall of a brown horse with a pitch black pucker and heavy balls and sheath hanging down, then step back, making a show of glancing back and forth at the doors to let Harold know you're keeping an eye out.\n\nThe horse mascot quickly steps up onto the stool, resting one toon-gloved hand on the horse's rump, and using the other to rub the underside of his cock over that powerful pucker and thump it against the beast's taint a few times, the horse giving a few huffs and nickers at it. The animal then gives a surprised whinny as Harold actually pushes his big foam rubber equine prick into the very flesh and blood equine's ass, the beast stomping a hoof as it's penetrated. You squirm a little as you watch, still taking glances back and forth at the doors, but also finding yourself strangely drawn to watch more and more of that dildo-like dick slide into the horse's ass, until Harold's stiff foam-rubber balls are pressing against that tough black taint.\n\nThe horse continues to snort and nicker, even whinny occasionally as Harold starts fucking it, really pumping that big foam rubber dick into its thick, spread asshole. But as you watch, the actual horse's own cock slides out of its sheath, dangling down below it, but getting a bit harder every time Harold thrusts into it, as if each of his strokes was pumping more blood into the veined pillar of pink flesh, its head flaring out more and more as it does. Soon the horse is fully hard as well, its heavy black balls swaying beneath it as Harold's thump just above them, its cock swaying and jiggling steadily below it as Harold gives out low moans of "Duuuude" and "Tooootally".\n\nYour cock has grown achingly hard in your pants, and after a few minutes you can't take any more. You quickly undo your jeans and let them and your underwear drop, stepping out of them and spreading your feet, stroking your stiff prick as you watch the living mascot fuck one of the animals he's based on. You still toss a glance towards the doors every so often even as you give in to the lust the strange sight has inspired in you, but most of your attention is now completely on the lewd, bizarre sight in front of you, your eyes heavy-lidded and your hips lightly working towards the pumps of your hand as you jerk off.\n\nIt's actually not much longer before Harold lets out a loud groan and thrusts forward, something that looks a lot like the thick goopy slime from some toysets spurting out around the base of his cock and spattering the stallion's thick black asshole. The stallion gives a loud whinny as well, its cock twitching up and down in the air as it spurts long ropes of thick bestial cum forward to spatter in the hay and against the wall of the stall. You shudder and give a hard gasp as your own cock twitches in your hand, a few thick spurts of cum shooting forward onto the floor and almost hitting the legs of the step stool, before the rest goes dribbling down your fingers as you continue to stroke lightly.\n\n"Mmmm, man, that was totally exactly what I needed, dude," Harold declares as he pulls his cock out of the stallion's ass, the foam rubber member still exactly as hard as it was before, just now smeared and dripping with that viscous cumlike goo. "Hey, looks like you got something you needed too!" he adds cheerfully.\n\n'Not yet,' you immediately think, brain still fogged with lust. You won't have gotten what you need until-\n\n<hr>\n[[-you fuck the stallion too.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[-the stallion fucks you.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[-Harold fucks you.|HerschelHorse]]

"Okay, so like, here's the thing, man," Harold confides as he leans in. "Like, I'm a horse, yanno?"\n\n"Yeaaaah," you agree, nodding a little while eyeing him warily.\n\n"So, like, it's only natural for me to like horses, an' junk, yanno? 'Cept..." He does an exaggerated glance around with his big mascot head, expression never changing despite his whispered tone. "'Cept, see, I like <i>horses</i>, dig?"\n\n"... Ohhhhhhh," you murmur, nodding. That's... pretty kinky, you guess, and yet it makes perfect sense. "I guess that would be pretty embarrassing. And distracting."\n\n"Just, like, I figure if I could have at least one go at it, it'd clear my head, dig? There's even a stable full of horses here at Worldland," he confides. \n\n"But you can't get to it?" This is all pretty pervy, but still, you're willing to play along, especially with a promise of a huge reward on the table.\n\n"Nah, it's not that. It's even pretty empty of employees and people most of the time. It's just, like... I need someone there for, yanno, moral support, and also to keep an eye out for anybody just in case. So if you could just come along and help out, and then keep an eye on the doors and junk while I'm, yanno..."\n\nHm. It looks like you're really going to do this. This is definitely a level of lewd you didn't expect when you came over to talk to the cartoon mascots... are you really going to watch some guy in a big foam rubber outfit fuck a horse in front of you? Still, you can't get it out of your mind how Herschel said the reward would be really good, so you finally nod. "Yeah, yeah sure, I can do that."\n\n"Great, dude! This way!"\n\nHarold leads you deeper into the park, along both obvious public street paths and a few more back alley passages. He does have to stop a few times to pose and snap pictures with families, and you can't help but smirk at the thought that as he's posing with those cute kids and smiling parents he's probably thinking of stuffing his dick inside a quadruped. But finally the two of you get into an area of the park where almost no one seems to be walking around, mostly undecorated, obviously functional buildings, one of which he opens the door to and lets out a smell that's unmistakably a stable, whether you've ever actually been in one or not. There's a number of stalls on each side, with the horses within facing outward towards the windows along the opposite side. This leaves their large equine asses positioned almost perfectly near the stall doors, which are low enough that on one side you can see the large, black, almost rubbery pussies of the mares, and on the other the thick, donut-like assholes and dangling balls of the stallions.\n\n"Oh yeah, dude," Harold groans, undoing the front of his pants. You're a little surprised, both that he seems intent on going through with this, but when he pulls out a large, black foam rubber horsecock and starts stroking it with his toon-gloved hands, giving low moans as if he could actually feel it. Could it really be...? "Oh yeah, just being in here knowing I'm finally gonna get to stuff one of these beauties, it's so hot, dude! Q-quick, man, get me a box or something!"\n\nOh, right, he'd need to get up behind them, right? You're still determined to go through with this, so you quickly look around and spot what looks like an almost suspiciously perfect wooden stepping stool, flat and broad on top with wide rectangular legs. You pick it up, then glance back and forth. You're betting you need to put it behind a-\n\n<hr>\n[[-mare.|HerschelHorse9x1]]\n\n[[-stallion.|HerschelHorse8x2]]

You are here basically to kill some time, after all, the basic "best friend" package should work for that. You hit 'Apply' and let the menu close, watching as Nabiki resumes breathing, though her expression doesn't change...\n\n... until she cracks a grin. "Just kidding. You know you're the only one I'll give no-interest pay-whenever loans to, Eric, you're always good for it."\n\nYou grin back at her. "Thanks Nabs. I did want to borrow some money, actually, if it's not too much trouble."\n\n"Sure. Looking to buy anything in particular, or just 'go out and have fun' stuff?" \n\n"Go out and have fun, pretty much."\n\n"Sure, sure." She opens up one of the drawers in her desk and lifts out a firebox, setting it in her lap and pressing her thumb against the panel on the front before lifting it open. Picking up a sheaf of bills, she holds it out to you. "Here y'go. I'll mark you donw for it, just bring back anything you don't spend and I'll lift that off your total."\n\n"Thanks." You tuck the cash into your nonphysical inventory to avoid dropping it, then pop open your menu and glance at it. Ranma's obviously already hit several stores in his search and is starting to range further afield, but you definitely need to kill a bit more time to make sure he's fully out of the way. "Hey, Nabs, why don't we look at some of your inventory? Y'know, the pictures?"\n\n"Sure." Snickering a bit, Nabiki turns to her computer and clicks on a folder, typing in a password before more folders appear, as well as a scattering of 'loose' photos of various girls, including some of Ranma in various stages of nudity, and Akane just walking around. The two of you spend awhile clicking through her various folders, Nabiki showing off her rather impressive array of images of Ranma's tits and ass, some stuff of other girls (including some obviously taken inside the girls' locker room), and even her folder of the racier images of Akane and some of Kasumi as well. \n\nFinally figuring that Ranma's probably taken off into the woods in search of a snipe to skin by now, you straighten up. "Well, guess I'll head out, thanks for sharing."\n\n"Hey, wait, while we're on the subject," Nabiki says, turning her chair towards you as you look at her curiously. "Being that we're such good friends and all, and I'm always doing you favors like these, I wanna ask if you might do me one?"\n\n"Oh?" you ask with a blink.\n\n"Yeah, you're not exactly an unpopular request yourself, your girl form that is. Why not let me take some pictures of you? Candid, posed, whatever. I'll count part of whatever I make on them towards your loans, and once you're all paid up even cut you in. Sound good?"\n\nHm! Now this is interesting. Again, it's not like you actually need the money, but thinking of people paying for pictures of you (even if it's an altered you) is kind of hot.\n\n<hr>\n[[Not now.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Hm, why not?|RanPP]]\n\n[[What about your guy form?|RanPP14x2]]

"I want to be," you say, smiling a little idiotically as your orgasm-battered brain latches onto something. "A juicy, delicious cow."\n\n"A <i>cow</i>?!" the pigman snorts in derision. "Who the heck would have brisket when they could have a plump, juicy ham instead?!" He frowns at you, then looks up to notice that the turkeyman is giving him a 'seriously, dude?' look. He looks blank for a moment, before realization dawns, and he gives an apologetic snort. "Oh. Right. Mazeltov and whatever."\n\n"Not generally as traditional but it's legit. So to help her along, let's give her some 'milk'," the turkeyman announces with a gobble-like chuckle. \n\nThe pig gives a snort of laughter before saying, "Alright, slut, lean your head back and open wide!" Once you've obeyed, they both step in close, the undersides of their cockheads almost touching the sides of your lips as they begin jerking themselves off. Almost immediately they begin cumming, thick gushes of milky white jizz that almost immediately fill up your mouth. You hurriedly swallow, and as you do your breasts expand outward with a slight jiggle at the sudden motion. The two beastmen continue stroking themselves and near-constantly cumming into your mouth, and with every swallow your tits get a little bit bigger, your nipples growing thicker and longer. Part of your belly begins to turn pink and bulge out as well, four little buds poking out from the surface as it grows and gradually begins to hang down between your spread thighs. Your skin fades to a pale white color with large black splotches growing in here and there, your hair adopting a similar pattern as two nubby little horns push up from the top of your head. Your hips take on a slightly squarish shape as your ass grows a bit, pressing against your heels.\n\nMilk is soon leaking from your nipples and teats, your enlarged, overfull boobs and udder both sloshing slightly as you move, your fingers pressing against the surface of your tits as you run your hands along them, then reach down to wrap them around two of your thick, stiff teats and give them both a jerk, sending long streamers of milk through the air. The pigman and turkeyman draw back from your mouth, both of them taking a moment to rub their pricks against your immense cow-pattern boobs before going to their hands and knees. Muzzle and beak alike wrap agilely around your teats, their heads bobbing as they suckle milk from you, making you give a long, pleasured "Mooooooooo" as they start taking some of the pressure out of your udder. You're left to pinch and squeeze at your nipples, milking yourself as the turkey's fan-feathered butt and the pigman's fat pink ass waggle in the air.\n\nEventually both turn and lay down on their backs, starting to suckle at your lower pair of teats instead. Mooaning, you lean forward, letting your massive milky mammaries press against their chests and fat bellies as you reach forward and start jerking their stiff pricks, doing your best to milk them with your hands like they're milking you with their mouths. "Moooooo, yes, so much milk, mooooo," you groan, jerking them both off faster, and lowing even louder as their suckling brings you to a shuddering, milk-spurting uddergasm, their pricks gushing cum across your cow-patterned hands as they cum as well.\n\nAfter a few moments you stand and begin licking your hands clean, your heavy boobs still leaking, milk dribbling from your tits as your udder hangs down over your thighs. The pigman and turkeyman clamber to their feet as well, the turkeyman gobbling a bit before he notes, "Well, she still looks a bit human, but I think she's ready to join the battle against the holiday oppressors!"\n\n"Oh, definitely," you moo, then smirk before turning around to bend over the counter, your fat milky jugs pillowing against it, your spread thighs framing your udder as it hangs down, below the view of your dripping pussy. "But first, Bessie needs some more fucking."\n\nSnort-chuckling, the pigman steps in, running his hands over your black-splotched ass, then slowly pushing his fat pink prick into your cunt. As he begins fucking you with abandon, he throws back his head and lets out a "Squeeeee!"\n\n"Mooooooo!" you howl as you buck your fat ass back against his pudgy hips.\n\n"Gobble, gobble gobble," the turkeyman chortles as he strokes himself off, waiting his turn.\n\nLooks like the whole barnyard's here, now!\n\n<hr>\n[[The end.|HollyNov1bxEnd]]

"Hey, what about my guy form though?" you ask curiously. "No interest in that?"\n\nNabiki opens her mouth to reply, then pauses and considers. "Actually come to think of it, there's been some interest in that too, yeah. I don't get requests for pictures of guys as often, but maybe part of that's because I don't offer them as much. Maybe selling some of those will help bolster the market." She considers a bit more, then lifts a finger. "Let's keep part of your face cropped out. That way I can stir up more interest... the ones who ask specifically for you can get you, the ones that just want a hot naked guy can imagine it's whoever they want."\n\nWell, not <i>quite</i> as much of an ego stroke, but it is as typical for Nabiki extremely practical. Besides, it's still girls (and probably guys) getting off to you. "Sure, I'm game. Where should we do it?"\n\n"Hm. I'd like to do it somewhere further away from here, but I don't have anywhere available today." Nabiki considers again, then shrugs and stands up, moving over to pick up a fairly professional-looking camera. "Let's just do it right here."\n\n"Oh? In your room?" You can't help but be amused at the thought.\n\n"Yeah, not like anyone at school knows what it looks like anyway. We do it anywhere else in the house right now and we're sure to get walked in on."\n\nWhile Nabiki's doing some quick light checks, you open the debug menu and alter your dick slider a bit... not like it was exactly set small before, but if you're going to be in what amounts to porn pictures, you may as well have a porn cock. You shiver some at the feel of it sliding against the silk of your pants as it expands, then close the menu and wait for Nabiki to finish. She lifts her camera and nods. "Okay, let's start simple, with you taking off your shirt. Don't go too fast, but also try to keep the motions natural."\n\nYou nod, unbuttoning the shirt and letting it fall open as you listen to the camera's speaker making shutter-clicking noises. You roll your shoulders a little as you bare your sleekly-toned chest, unable to help grinning some as the clicking speeds up.\n\n"Hey, try to keep your serious face on, girls won't like it if you seem to smug about showing off," Nabiki chastises, though you notice her eyes are still fixed on the viewfinder.\n\n"Sorry, sorry." You grin some more before clearing your throat and trying to seem more serious without going full Blue Steel. You drop the shirt and spend a few moments just standing topless, flexing subtly here and there (hey, you do look good, having a martial artist's body is kind of awesome), before reaching your hands to your pants, hesitating and glancing at Nabiki with your thumbs in the waistband.\n\n"Yeah, go ahead," she says calmly, though you can see her cheeks have colored.\n\nNodding and suppressing another grin, you slowly push the pants down, letting the waistband slide over your shaft and gradually reveal inch, after inch, after inch of it. You definitely can't help but enjoy the soft gasp Nabiki gives as she actually sees it, though you can tell she's desperately trying not to show her reaction. By the time you step out of your pants and straighten up, you're partially hard, your cock arched out just a little ahead of you. You try resting your hands behind your head, and Nabiki seems satisfied with that, moving around you and snapping plenty more photos, occasionally reaching up to shift the focus, camera lens lifting and lowering as she switches from full body to close focus, obviously taking plenty of you from behind too. You do let yourself grin when she makes a little noise at you flexing your ass while she's back there, shifting back to serious by the time she gets back in front.\n\nWithout waiting for her to suggest it, you move and sit down on the side of her bed... you can see her twitch a little, as if she reflexively wants to protest, but she's obviously too in the groove of the photoshoot to actually do so... besides, the only other option is her computer chair. You lean back a little, wrapping a hand around the base of your cock and slowly stroking it, the pudding-like length wobbling and moving as you do, but quickly firming up until it's jutting thick and red above your lap.\n\n"... Move your hand." Nabiki's obviously doing her best to sound as calm and collected as ever, but there's a thickness in her voice that betrays how turned-on she is. Of course you obediently move your hand to the side to rest it on the bed, leaving your cock completely bare to more of her picture-taking. After a minute you spread your thighs apart, giving her a better view of your balls, hearing her stiffle another soft gasp before she resumes taking pictures. She's moving in gradually closer and closer, obviously starting to get rather mesmerized by her subject matter as she takes picture after picture of your stiff prick.\n\n<hr>\n[[Nudge her over the edge.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Suggest some video.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Suggest she go next.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Suggest getting even kinkier.|RanPP]]

And so life becomes an endless parade of being fucked by Raptarrans and fucking others at the Raptarrans' direction. Sometimes they amuse themselves by stroking your equine member with their thin, inhuman hands, gradually bringing you right to the edge and keeping you there before turning you loose on one of their other captives in a bestial frenzy of need. Other times they apply rings or other devices to you, keeping you from cumming even as they fuck your ass over and over, sometimes for days before finally switching off the ring and letting you spill gallons of hot donkey cum all over the floor of your enclosure. Other times it's the exact opposite, hooking you into a frame and sheathing your prick in a tight suction tube, keeping you cumming constantly for days or even weeks on end.\n\nYour resistance seems to delight them... or rather, the way your resistance inevitably crumbles whenever they have you pleasure your prick at someone else's expense. They bring you along to the transformations of their other victims, having you fuck them before, after, or even during their changes from humanoid alien into livestock species. It's this last that you can't deny brings you the most pleasure, the feeling of a tight ass or pussy gradually changing around your throbbing donkey dick as the captive below you begins to bleat or bray or moo or bark. Eventually you can't deny that you begin to look forward to it, the sight of a captive human male in restraints, slowly growing fur, face pushing out into a muzzle, and cock shrinking away as a puffy, hot, dripping pussy opens up, knowing you'll soon be fucking that dripping canine cunt into a stretched, cum-smeared mess as the other captive barks and howls.\n\nAnd bit by bit, pleasure by pleasure, the old you drifts away. Memories and thoughts of who you once were are replaced more and more by what fiendish pleasures await you today, whether it will be a thick metal dildo pumping away into your ass as your enhancement-injected balls pump out gallons of jizz per hour, or if it will be some pretty space elf's squeals turning into equally equine brays as you pump into her delicate pink pussy that's gradually turning thick and black, biologically eager to be knocked up by your potent bestial seed. You obey your Raptarran masters without needing to be ordered or questioned, often anticipating just what they want you to do in your eagerness to please them and pleasure yourself, little things like decency and your name long forgotten.\n\nThen one day when you're led out of your chamber and into one of the 'play rooms', you see something you'd never thought to see. There are several Raptarrans waiting for you, their long, glistening red cocks unsheathed, and you wonder whether today you'll to suck one of them off too. But instead comes that surprising sight... one of the smirking Raptarrans turns its back to you and then bends forward, lifting its tail high. Above the jutting spear of its prick and the leathery sack of its balls is its scaly pucker... which it wiggles at you encouragingly. You're... you're being allowed to fuck one of the masters?! Your dick is really that good?! Overwhelmed as much by emotion as desire, you move forward and heft yourself up onto the dinosauroid's back, shifting to bring your flared head up to press against that tight little hole.\n\nThe last of your humanity is washed away in the feeling of the Raptarrans' asshole spreading open around your throbbing equine pole, escaping in your brazen bray of "Hee-hawwwww!" as you thrust in. With every thrust you cement that you're nothing but a good little donkey, a sex toy in the shape of an animal, eager to please your owners with every part of you. The joy you feel at finally getting to pleasure one of your owners with your dick is only enhanced as another one begins fucking your ass at the same time, their chirps and hoots mingling with your only semi-sapient brays.\n\n<b>Bad Cypher</b> end - <i>Donkey see, donkey do</i>

"Yeah, I might be more fun after I've had some sleep," you admit, rubbing the back of your head. \n\n"Hey, no problem! Here, let me show you a thing!" Celest says with a grin, beckoning you to follow her as she turns and heads down one of the hallways. Soon she walks into a room full of silver tubes with curved glass tops, the inside of them containing a molded reclining couch type arrangement.\n\n"So, this is how you sleep?" you ask with a glance at your alien host.\n\n"No, we sleep pretty much like you do most of the time, in beds and everything, these are just more efficient. They regulate your sleep completely and help with cleansing toxins and regulating airflow and things like that, so after about four hours in one you're completely and totally rested and feel great. Boggan doctors recommend everyone make sure to sleep in one at least once a week."\n\n"Wow, nice. It's actually kind of surprising that you don't sleep in them all the time, if they're that good," you note, leaning side to side to look at one.\n\nThat makes her snort softly. "Do humans do what's healthy for them all the time, even if it makes them feel good? They do have a bunch of necessary hookups and space requirements so they can't just be kept in normal living spaces, plus you've got to set them up and everything," she adds as she starts working the controls on one end of one of the pods. "So it's still way easier to just flop into bed when you're tired."\n\nYou suppose that makes sense. After a bit longer, the glass portion of the tube swings away, and Celest turns back to you. "Alrighty, it's all set! You just need to climb in and get settled, and it will start automatically. Oh, you can put your clothes in that slot there," she adds, pointing to the wall. "It'll molecularly dissassemble them and clean them. Even keep a copy of the pattern so that they can be remade if they get torn or anything. I'm gonna go take care of some stuff around the ship and maybe grab a regular nap myself, I'll see you soon!" she adds, one of her head-tentacles swinging around, the flared part at the end touching her forehead and tossing off a jaunty salute before she turns and leaves the room.\n\nGet naked in an alien spaceship? ... Oh well, you suppose there are weirder circumstances under which that could happen. You undress and make a token effort to fold your clothes and rest them atop your shoes and socks before setting them in the slot. It's a little disconcerting to watch them go to pieces like someone getting derezzed in <i>Tron: Legacy</i>, but oh well, even if they really are destroyed, you guess you can ask Celest for some clothes. ... Assuming anything she has wouldn't just hang loose off the front of your crotch. Blushing a little, you climb into the pod and settle onto the padding, noting that it is remarkably comfortable, though the glass swinging over you does provoke a little bit of a claustrophobic feeling. But almost the instant it clicks into place, you feel yourself relaxing completely, a pleasant, easy drowsiness slipping over you and settling you into sleep without a moment's worry.\n\nYou wake up to the sound of the glass sliding away again, blinking. Despite what Celest said, you feel just a little blurry, like you were dehydrated or something. You clamber out of the pod and just stand there for a moment, disoriented, until your head clears and you actually do start feeling pretty great. Huh... maybe just a bit of that is normal but Celest didn't think to mention it? You look around and notice a set of shelves along the wall, apparently arranged so that some are for storage and one's for using as a bench... your folded, cleaned clothes are sitting on one, so there's a relief, and you head over to get dressed.\n\nYou're just tying your shoes when the doors slide open and Celest walks back in. She's dressed a lot like she was before, albeit now in flat black rather than shiny silver. The sleeveless top doesn't have a boob window, and instead of hotpants the garment's more like a pair of French cut panties, going high over her hips and around the sides of her waist (and of course still showing off that generous package of hers). She looks nervous, a slight frown on her lips and her shoulders shifting, headtentacles twitching in a way that betrays obvious agitation. "Hey, Celest, what's wrong?" you ask with a blink.\n\n"... Okay, so, last time I did a bunch of telling you not to panic and that didn't work so well, so this time I'm just going to explain straight-out what happened," she says, letting out a soft huff.\n\nYou blink. 'Last time'? 'This time'? Before you can ask, though, she's continuing.\n\n"Okay so one of the things that I didn't mention about the sleep chambers because most people don't really think about it that often is that they scan your body and mind while you're in one and store those patterns in the computer, so that if anything happens to you, you can be brought back at that state. It's sort of like a save point, y'know?" she adds, smiling sheepishly. While you're still boggling that a race with such a cheesy aesthetic has apparently melvined death, she continues, "Sooooo here's the thing though, apparently it's kinda-sorta normal for humans to stop breathing for brief periods when they sleep? But the chamber didn't know that, and so when you did that it kind of... well, it did the computer equivalent of panicking, and decided to use one of the other chambers to restore the backup."\n\nYou stare at her, your eyes slowly widen as you process what she's saying. "Wait, are you saying-"\n\nRight then, the doors slide open, Celest wincing at the noise and whirling, trying to make 'no, stop' gestures as you watch yourself walk into the room. As in, you. The you that you last saw in a mirror, but... not. Wearing the same clothes, with the same hair, and talking in a version of the voice you hear on recordings of yourself. "Look, Celest, I was thinking maybe we should just-" The other you stops, then says in a sort of empty tone. "Oh. She's awake."\n\n<hr>\n[["What the actual fuck?!"|GGAlien2x3]]\n\n[["... GRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"|GGAlien]]

"Sure! Sounds great," you reply enthusiastically. Man, playing with a band in a nightclub and staying out 'til the sun comes up with friends, this really is the life you were hoping for! Admittedly you probably wouldn't have pictured yourself in a skirt while you were hoping for it, but oddly enough it's kind of starting to grow on you. It is a lot nicer-looking than your own clothes, crossdressing aside.\n\nJoe and Kendrick both insist on washing their faces and changing before all of you head out. Actually it looks like Kendrick has eschewed his usual neo-hippy style for more basic colors and cuts... you can't help but think he's overcompensating just a tad, especially since there's less he can do about his hair once he changes, as opposed to the rest of you at least being able to do the ponytail thing. Though you notice Damien and Sonny still seem fine with being 'Demona' and 'Sunny', showing no signs of heading for the changing room once the others are done. You decide to follow their example, partly because you don't want to make them feel singled out, partly because you've been wearing these clothes all night and you figure a few more hours won't kill you.\n\nOnce you all get to Sunny's place, it's easy enough to see why everyone prefers to party here. It's not exactly <i>opulent</i> but he does obviously have a nicer apartment than probably any of the rest of you. The elevator works, there's no peeling paint anywhere, the kitchen area has actual tile, pretty snazzy to you at this point. Someone puts some music on (a shuffled and highly diverse playlist, as might be expected from the former Eclectics), and everyone falls to chatting and drinking, with Joseph fixing drinks for anyone that doesn't just want to pop open a can. Certainly no one seems interested in stopping you from drinking, so soon a beer is in your hand as well, and any remaining nervousness from the night or from your attire is soon steadily dissolving.\n\nOf course it has been a long night, and after awhile everyone settles into different places, sort of resting and enjoying a companionable silence (save for the music). Everyone's sort of in their own little spot, so if you wanted to hang out with one of them in particular, it would be easy enough.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hang out with Demona.|CC]]\n\n[[Hang out with Sunny.|CC]]\n\n[[Hang out with Joseph.|CC]]\n\n[[Hang out with Kendrick.|CC]]\n\n[[Hang out with the booze.|CC]]\n\n[[Take your leave.|CC]]

Something about the manager's tone makes you hesitate, and after a moment you nod. "Yeah, okay. You've got D-, -emona's number, right?" \n\n"Yes, I'll text with the details of the meetup. Now, if you would?"\n\nNodding, you head over to the others and inform them that the manager asked you all to hurry up a bit about packing and getting gone, which certainly does seem to be the case. Everyone gets a bit less precise about putting their things away, and soon you're in the battered old panel van that serves the band for transportation, heading back to the apartment that serves as your practice studio (and you think Joseph's actual apartment). Once all the instruments have been put up, Demona approaches, smiling. "I got a text on the drive over, the owner of the club tonight apparently wants to talk to all of us about doing more jobs. Sunny's asked us all over to his apartment to celebrate! You're coming, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure!|CC4x2]]\n\n[[Sure, but after you change clothes.|CC5x1]]\n\n[[Nah, better head home.|CC]]

You feel strangely drawn to the ad for 'Honesty's Reward', almost like you can't help but answer it. You follow the link and fill out the web page form, the entire time worrying that they won't contact you or worse, that you'll somehow get in trouble just for applying. But about a half hour after sending the info off, you get an email back confirming that you have an interview for tomorrow. With a shaky heart and a strange thrill of anticipation, you start picking out job interview clothes.\n\nThe next day, dressed in slacks and a collared shirt and somehow feeling foolish, you walk from the bus stop towards the address of Honesty's Reward. As you approach it doesn't seem like anything much... just another long, three-story cement rectangle of a building, the sort you see all the time for offices or simple shopping complexes, though this one has only one entrance with a currently unlit neon sign over it. You hit the buzzer at the plain-looking, windowless door, and a moment later it swings open, apparently automated. You step inside to find a lobby that looks a little more like the set of some Arabian fantasy movie, with lots of cushions and columns and drapes, and even a hookah sitting in one area. There's a faintly sweet, heavily spicy smell, which intensifies subtly as someone enters the room.\n\nHe's tall and lean, and so pretty you almost think he's a she at first, just a particularly flat-chested one. He's wearing loose white pants and a draping, gauzy purple shirt, setting off his rich caramel-colored skin and short platinum hair. His eyes look purple too, but you figure that must be a trick of his shirt and the lighting... you notice all the colors in here seem more saturated and richer, even the blue of your shirt. "You must be Jamie," he greets, his voice carrying an accent you can't really place.\n\n"Um, yessir," you answer, struggling not to add 'sorry' for no real reason.\n\n"Good, good, you're early. This way, please," he says, gesturing you forward into the hallway he came from. You nervously walk ahead of him as he falls into step behind you. "Through that door there. My name is Alyc, I and my sister own this place. We put on shows and performances that we like to think make what was only fantasy come to life. So tell me, young Jamie," he says, closing the door on the small room that's still in the style of the lobby, but has a pair of couches, one white and one black. He pauses to gesture for you to sit on one, then settles onto the other, folding his legs and resting his hands on his knee. "What want drove you to seek employment here?"\n\n<hr>\n[["I want to get fucked."|QOClub1x1]]\n\n[["I want dog cock."|QOClub]]

And for awhile, Arana does seem to revel in you. She has you propped up in a special section of her room (one equipped with drainage) and at least once a day, sometimes more, writhes against you, her tongue working against the massive surface of the shaft that comprises most of your body, working her tits against you and running her hands over your surface almost worshipfully. Sometimes she straddles your beanbag-sized balls and bounces on them as she rubs herself against your eternally erect and throbbing middle, squealing with delight when you inevitably provide her with a literal shower of cum that coats her entire body, leaving her a whore-shaped sculpture of goo that continues to writhe against your sensitive shaft.\n\nBut gradually her interest wanes. Eventually she's only getting you off every other day, and then perhaps once a week. You gradually become more furniture than anything else, with her occasionally seating herself against your swollen, overful balls and leaning back against your hot, throbbing, aching shaft while she reads reports or porn novels, before eventually getting up and wandering off to fuck someone on the bed. And, after a few years of this (at least two of which you haven't been allowed to cum even once), she apparently grows bored of you as decor and has you put in storage.\n\nYou languish in the dark, bland climate control of a storage room. You have no idea how long... years, you're mildly certain, but how many? Five? Ten? A hundred? However long it is, you spend every moment of it achingly stiff, a six foot hardon in need of release, but never receiving so much as a touch, not even getting the stimulation of a breeze from the AC since whatever futuristic system controls the climate in storage is as still and silent as the void of space outside.\n\nClearly it's been long enough that the crew has forgotten even the tales of you by the time anyone enters the storage unit again, because the pirate that does screams at the sight of you and flees. Eventually Arana shows up, clearly having forgotten all about you by the way she laughs like a child discovering an old toy that had vanished under the bed. But apparently your rediscovery hasn't led to her wanting to play with you herself, as much as you ache for her, no longer caring that she was the one that tricked you into this freakish form, just wanting her to let you cum.\n\nBut instead she has a new passion: finding a female big enough to actually take you. Though she has you installed in one of the cargo bays, you still continue to languish for several years. Repeatedly, large alien females, often collared and with their arms bound behind their backs, are brought in. At one point a fifteen foot tall barbarian woman, muscular and still wearing war paint and bone piercings, is led in. They actually bring her pussy around until it almost touches your tip, close enough that a gallon or so of pre dribbles out of your mouth-urethra, before Arana declares you obviously won't fit and has the Amazon led away again, leaving you completely alone in the bay again for another few months.\n\nFinally, they find one. The thing is female, and humanoid... by a very generous use of the term. It has pebbly, wet-looking gray skin and oddly-jointed legs, four fat, slightly ovoid breasts, and a long, almost cylindrical head with six black slits of eyes arrayed above its bifurcated-mouth. It roars and bucks as the machines used to hold its collar and the tremendous arms bound behind its back gradually guide it over towards you, leaving the alien towering above you. Slowly it's forced to bend its legs, the stinking, slimy, cold-seeming lipless slit between them gradually drawing closer and closer to your tip. Until finally the beast's sex spreads around you, allowing you to penetrate something for the first time since you became nothing but a giant cock.\n\nYou instantly start cumming, your entire form twitching and bucking as you start to shoot what could very well be a century's worth of cum into the cold-blooded extraterrestrial cunt gradually swallowing you up. Whatever you use as a sensory organ can tell the creature is roaring, either in outrage or pleasure at you hot and throbbing inside of it and blasting it full of human spunk. But the concept of those things is all rapidly fading as the intensity of the orgasm after all these years of denial begins wiping out what's left of your personality and self. Faintly, you try to hold on, clinging to at least a few shards of your mind until that gooey cold-blooded pussy swallows you up to the root, hot human cum and chilly alien lubricant dribbling all over your balls. But as the machines start guiding it to ride you, working that stinking inhuman pussy along your shaft, your now-constant orgasm intensifies and the rest of your human consciousness leaves you along with the near-literal flood of cum starting to gradually bulge out the creature's already somewhat pudgy belly.\n\n<b>Bad Cypher</b> end - <i>Bad Cypher's a complete prick</i>

"I uh... I don't think I'm quite... into that," you hedge, though you can't help but stare over at Maxxon. "God, though, it's huge. H-hey, if that's your usual, why didn't you make me... y'know," you murmur, glancing downward towards where your cock's still buried inside her, then back up at her face.\n\n"Ohhh? You think a larger cock would please me more?" she coos, eyes twinkling. "Perhaps I need one even larger than Maxxon's to sate my lusts?" At your eager nod, she smiles knowingly, reaching over to pluck another of the injectors off the nearby stand. "Well then, here you go. Just use this on yourself, and soon you'll put dear Maxxon to shame."\n\nYou bring the injector up to your own neck and press the button on the end, hissing a little at the warm feeling spreading out from it. Tossing the device aside you begin thrusting eagerly again, moaning a little as the heat this time spreads through your own body. It's accompanied this time by the beginning of a strange throbbing sensation, as if all of your muscles were starting to flex at once, but you're too distracted by how good you feel to pay any real attention to it. In fact it's as if your entire body has grown more sensitive, drawing pleasure just from rubbing against Arana's luscious form. You writh against her tits as much as you're able, your back and hips feeling oddly stiff as you work yourself against her.\n\nIt takes you a few moments to realize that your cock doesn't seem to be growing... in fact, if anything it's shrinking. Part of your mind grows ever more alarmed, even as your hips continue trying to pump and your body to writhe on top of the busty space pirate as much as possible. Instinct seems to have taken over, not allowing you to stop working against her in sexual need even as you feel your arms drawing up to your sides and actually starting to fuse into your body. Your head tilts further up as your neck stiffens, your hair gradually disappearing as your mouth opens and reshapes, your whole head swelling and reshaping gradually. You can do nothing other than jerk a bit and throb as your legs draw up against your body and then begin to balloon outward, skin taking on a loose, baggy appearance as your lower body becomes steadily more sack-like. Your muscles disappear as your arms finish merging into your body, your entire torso becoming one long, smooth tube, massive veins sliding along under the skin and pumping blood through you in time with the throbbing of your whole body. You stare helplessly at the ceiling as your eyes and nose disappear into the spongy flesh of your head, only your mouth remaining as a mostly vertical slit in the tip.\n\n"Mmm, I must admit that an enormous cock like this <i>is</i> quite pleasing," Arana coos as she slips out from beneath the literal massive prick that you've become. You can still see, somehow... or perhaps it's easier to say that you sense what's going on around you. She runs her hands up and down the shaft that is your body, sending pleasurable tingles throughout your pulsating form. It grows even more as she swings astride your shaft, straddling it and pressing her massive tits up against it, letting them drag along the soft skin of your surface covering the engorged flesh of your body. Her sodden pussy runs back and forth along your top as she begins quite literally riding the cock you've become, working herself against you. Your whole form is as suffused with pleasure as when she was jerking off your actual cock earlier, every squeeze of her thighs around you and stroke of her gloved hands over your spongy head leaving you feeling as if something is building up inside you.\n\nYou can feel the orgasm welling up in the immense balls your legs have become not long before the orgasm quite literally shoots all the way through you, your entire body throbbing and bucking beneath Arana as you spew several gallons of jizz at a time out of your mouth, splattering against the headboard and bulkhead. Arana squeals and laughs delightedly, even giving a few moans at feeling you throb and pulse beneath her as you just keep firing water coolers' worth of hot white spunk across her bed.\n\nEven once you've finished cumming, your form still remains stiff, the ache and need only slightly diminished. You moan internally as Arana begins writhing gently against you again, purring, "Yes... this huge cock pleases me quite well. I look forward to many years of pleasure from it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BadCypher4bxEnd2]]

"Um. Why don't we go over to your house after school and talk about this?" you suggest, squirming a little as you do.\n\n"... Yeah, okay. My parents are out and Tanya's back at school, so it'll be just us. I mean, y'know, no one will interrupt us. I mean..." Kevin clears his throat. "I'm gonna go, I'll meet you at the west entrance after class."\n\nYou nod, blushing yourself as you turn to head to your next class. It's not like you've actually decided to suck his dick, right? You're just going over to his house after school, like you do a lot of the time. Aki never told you that you couldn't hang out with male friends, and that's... probably... all you're going to do!\n\nOnce the last bell rings, you head to meet up with Kevin. He's usually a bit chattery on these walks, but today he's quiet, and does seem a bit awkward, perhaps wanting to avoid the earlier slipups. The fact that he's actually reacting to you as a girl is... weird. And kind of nice. And hot.\n\nOnce inside the two of you deposit your bags in the entryway and head upstairs to Kevin's room, where he flops to sit on the edge of the bed. "So, what's up, man?" he asks, leaning back on his hands a bit.\n\nYou stand in front of him, shifting a bit from foot to foot, trying to focus your thoughts.\n\n<hr>\n[[Suck his dick.|QOBro]]\n\n[[Spill your guts.|QOBro3x6]]

"I uh, I, um, th-that is, I-" you stammer, eyes widening a bit more.\n\n"Like I was going to get on my knees for a shy little bitch like you," Emi coos in that still-sweet voice, reaching out to grab a fistful of your hair. "Nuh-uuuuhhhh, you're going on yours where you belong."\n\nHis urging you forward and down isn't all that rough, but you find yourself completely unable to resist as he gets you down on your knees in front of him. He brushes that slender, smooth prick against your face a few times, then taps the tip against your lower lip. "Mouth open and tongue out like a good slut."\n\nYou hesitate briefly, then meekly obey, parting your lips and poking your tongue forward. Emi quickly slides his cock into your mouth, pressing it in just a bit, smirking down at you as he begins lightly rocking his panty-clad hips. You can taste a bit of salt, something smearing over your tongue as he pushes forward. "That's right, there's a good little bitch," he coos in that entirely girly voice, the fact that he still looks and sounds so entirely feminine even as he's completely dominating you and forcing you to suck his cock making you shiver. "Don't dare stop, but get out of those pants, too, let me see that ass."\n\nBlushing even more, you do your best to undo your jeans, feeling your own stiff prick pressing out against your underwear further as you undo your fly. It's hard to focus on getting them down for a number of reasons... one the sheer shock at the fact that you're on your knees with another boy's dick in your mouth. But another is that Emi apparently wasn't even completely hard when you began sucking him... you can feel him getting thicker between your lips, the soft, almost silky skin of his prick growing more taut as he presses just a bit deeper into your mouth each time. But it's like he has complete control over you, and you're soon doing your best to wiggle your pants and underwear down, lifting your ass up and shifting to get them over your knees, until finally you can get them off without ever moving from your kneeling position or taking Emi's dick out of your mouth.\n\n"Mmm, there's a good slut," the crossdresser coos, sliding his hand down to the side of your head, and matching it with his other hand. Your eyes widen again as he pushes his hips forward and pulls you forward at the same time, forcing his way past your gag reflex and making your throat bulge up with his now considerably longer and thicker prick. Your hands come up to grab at his slender hips, getting fistfuls of his skirt, but you can't bring yourself to actually do anything as he just keeps pushing forward until his balls are pressing against your chin. Giggling softly, Emi begins thrusting his hips, fucking your mouth and throat lightly as you quag and shudder. "Thaaat's it, that's it little slut-boi. You think it feels big now, just wait until it's pounding into your tight little ass, huh? Gonna really make you moan then."\n\nYou shudder at the realization that yes, Emi is absolutely, definitely going to fuck you, a sensation somewhere between fear and arousal flitting through your body and making your stiff cock twitch. You look up at the pretty, pink-haired creature above you, seeing those painted lips curled in a wicked smirk as he fucks your face and slaps his smooth, silky balls against your chin, gradually getting them covered in your spit. Emi's feminine little squeals and moans continuously drift down to you even as it feels like his cock is throbbing ever bigger between your lips wrapped around it, his teeth slipping over his lower lip and dragging back before he smirks even wider down at you, head tilting as he obviously enjoys the view. Finally he lets out a little gasp and abruptly pulls out, leaving you gasping and spluttering a little as he grabs himself with one hand, moaning as he strokes his spit-slick cock and starts firing long ropes of thick jizz all over your face. You shudder at the feeling of the hot, gooey wetness falling on your hair and skin, reminding you of just how much you've been thoroughly dominated by this pretty girl-like boy and made his bitch. \n\n"Up," Emi coos, waiting for you to wobble to your feet before he reaches forward and yanks your shirt up, with you cooperating a bit awkwardly, the passing of the collar smearing his cum into your skin before it's off and away. Then Emi snickers and shoves you backwards, sending you toppling back onto the bed. You're left stunned and staring as he undresses, stripping down until he's only in the stockings sheathing his legs. Even completely naked, with that now much bigger and thicker cock jutting out in front of him, and his smooth, flat chest bared, he still looks quite girly, with his slender build, soft skin, and hairstyle and makeup. Which apparently suits him just fine as he clambers onto the bed, looming above you and reaching down to rub his cock against your balls and shaft as you squirm. From this it's clear he's now got a few inches on you, and smirks as you look up at him from noticing it. "That's right, the girly little boy has a muuuuch bigger dick than you," he purrs, deliberately thrusting his hips a few times to rub his shaft along your shorter one, making you writhe and moan. "If I don't even look like a man, and you've got a little dick in comparison to me, you must be no man at all, huh?"\n\nGiggling wickedly at the shame his teasing obviously causes you, Emi lifts up and then grabs you, surprisingly easily flipping you over and onto your front, your cock winding up angled back and away from you somewhat and pressing against your thigh, balls resting on top of it. Emi settles back on top of you, sliding his shaft along the cleft of your ass a few times before changing angles. And then you're moaning as he pushes into you, cock spreading your ass open. His hands move to grip your wrists and pin them against the bed as he presses downward, slowly and steadily sheathing his dick in your ass until his balls are resting against yours. Then he begins bouncing his hips up and down, driving you against the bed lightly as he thrusts into you, fucking you in a quick little pace that has you bouncing on the mattress, your eyes rolling some as you moan out.\n\n"How's it feel, huh? How's it feel having a completely feminine man pound your ass and fuck you like a woman, huh?" Emi coos in your ear, voice never ceasing to sound like a girl's as he fucks you. "S'what you get for being a little pussy bitch, you even get dominated by a girly-boy like me. That what you are, huh, a little sissy boy who gets off on being dominated by guys that aren't even manly themselves?" He giggles wickedly again, grinding his hips against your ass before he resumes his quick downward thrusts. "Or maybe you wanna admit you're not cut out to be seen as a man either, hmmm? You'd be better off being seen as a weak little girl and used like one!" Nipping at your ear and making you moan, Emi lowers his voice to a breathier whisper, pressing in and wiggling his hips again as he murmurs, "Or maybe you're not cut out to be a man at all, huh? Despite that thing between your legs, maybe you need to just give up all pretenses of being male and become a slutty girl entirely, huh?"\n\nAnd then he's suddenly pounding into you hard and fast, making you groan out and roll your eyes, pinned hands clenching in the sheets as he demands, "What are you, huh? What are you, bitch, tell me!"\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm a sissy boy!"|QOBro]]\n\n[["I should be seen as a girl!"|QOBro9x1]]\n\n[["I'm a girl!"|QOBro3x3]]

You really want more of Shep's cock. In fact you kind of want to get a closer look at it instead of just a really close feel of it like usual. You slip back some and gently urge Shep onto his back, angling in to put your face close to his already thickened sheath. Resting your hand on it, feeling how soft and warm it is and feeling his cock inside, you begin rubbing and stroking at it, shivering in excitement as that long, red, glistening prick begins sliding free. You lean in a bit more and, almost before you think about it, have slid your mouth over that tip, swirling your tongue around it as Shep's unsheathing prick slides further and further between your lips all on its own. Shep's tail sweeps back and forth on the bed, his tongue lolling out as you suck on his cock.\n\nClosing your eyes, wanting to focus on the sensations of the dock cock in your mouth, you begin bobbing your head as Shep's shaft slips fully out of his sheath. You shift a hand down to start playing gently with his fuzzy balls, imagining them filled with the cum he's been pumping into you all day. Shep continues panting audibly, the sound clearly canine and reminding you, as if the pointed tip pressing against your throat and the slick surface under your tongue didn't, that you're sucking off a dog. Your own cock twitches as you start pushing forward, gagging softly before you can manage to get Shep's cock to start sliding down your throat. The bulge of his knot begins to swell as you get more and more of his shaft down your throat with every bob of your head, and soon your lips are pressed right up against the thick ball of it. Shifting your hand from his balls to his knot, you start squeezing it gently as you slide your mouth up and down Shep's glistening shaft. Eventually it swells in your hand, and Shep begins pumping another voluminous doggy load, this time filling your mouth with it and leaving you to swallow.\n\nAlmost the moment you've pulled your mouth back and started trying to catch your breath, Shep has leapt to all fours and begun bumping his head at you. Obediently you get onto hands and knees, being a good little bitch-boy as your canine lover eagerly mounts up, thrusting a few times against you before his cock finds your by now experienced asshole and thrusts deep inside. You moan eagerly at the now familiar sensation of being filled with the dog's prick as he starts thrusting into you, making your own stiff teenage prick sway beneath you as he pounds your ass, stroking that glistening inhuman length into you again and again, rocking you against the bed until finally that swollen knot shoves deep inside you and bulges up, setting off your own orgasm that sprays long ropes of cum across the sheets.\n\nOnce Shep's deflated enough to pull out of you, he draws back and leans his head down, licking at himself a bit as he takes at least a few moments to rest. You know he'll be ready to go again in a few minutes at most, though... he seems practically tireless! You consider a little as you watch him, then blush at a somehow even more wicked idea. You snag several of the pillows and make a stack with them, then roll over to lay on your back with the pillows under your lower back, lifting your ass into the air. Pulling back on your legs to fully bare your cum-smeared, well-fucked asshole, you murmur, "Here Shep, here boy!"\n\nThe dog's ears quirk, and he tilts his head, as if not quite getting why you're not on all fours to proffer your ass. He pads over and leans in, and you gasp as his broad doggy tongue laps over your exposed pucker and your balls. After a minute or so of licking you, he seems to feel he's still got a shot and jumps forward, obviously trying to mount. His forepaws wind up on either side of your head, but the tip of his prick winds up just where you wanted it, at your ass. Whatever his confusion about the position, he obviously understands that and thrusts forward, shoving most of his glistening red rocket into you in one go. You moan, letting go of your legs and instead wrapping them around Shep's body, reaching up to run your hands over his fur as he starts fucking you. You find it's not quite as good as being on all fours and taken like the bitch he clearly thinks you are... but in this position there's no mistake, your arms and legs wrapped around that canine body, the feeling of his furry belly brushing your balls, his lolling tongue dripping on your face... and of course, the sight of a dog above you, thrusting and fucking away at your eager asshole. If there was any chance that you weren't completely into being fucked by dogs, the sight above you has removed it. You give yourself completely over to your adoration for dog dick as Shep shoves your knot in you, making you spurt cum all over your own chest and face.\n\nAnd so the rest of spring break passes with you watching over Shep... feeding him, walking him, and letting him fuck you pretty much whenever and wherever he wants. (You do draw the line at doing it out on the street despite him urging you a few times... though the temptation is there.) Eventually your time together draws to an end, and you get the message from Jack that he'll be home that evening. You spend the day cleaning up the house, and quadruple-checking that there's no potential evidence of your activities of the week. Shep, as if sensing that you're worried or upset... or perhaps just wondering why you haven't let him fuck you at all today... follows you around whining a bit and nosing at your hip. It's getting kind of hard to take, on multiple levels... you bite your lower lip as you look at him, then glance at the clock. Maybe there's time...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try for a quick one.|QODS]]\n\n[[Best not to.|QODS2x2]]

Your better judgment... or maybe just your fretfulness... wins out over your desire, and with a sigh you kneel down, starting to scratch and rub at Shep's head to comfort him. "Sorry boy," you murmur, kissing his cheek. "But maybe we'll see each other again, huh?"\n\nEventually the door opens and Jack walks in, calling a greeting. You manage to engage in some basic polite small talk, never your greatest strength, less so when you're deeply afraid you might blurt out, 'I spent the entire time getting fucked by your dog' or something. But after a check of Shep and the house, Jack proclaims you've done a great job and hands you your pay, then gives you a ride home.\n\nYou go through the expected routine with your parents, answering all questions with the standard 'It was fine' and so on before eventually being allowed time to yourself. You sigh as you flop onto the bed, hands under your head and looking at the ceiling. Tomorrow begins the rest of the school year, short enough though it will be. It seems so weird to think of going back to that after what you spent spring break doing. You figure you can probably at least concentrate on school as long as it's still in session, but what about once summer break starts? You need to start figuring out what to do about... well, getting fucked, preferably by a nice big dog. That way you have something to look forward to, or at least a plan to work on. But how to accomplish that?\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait and hope Jack calls again.|QODS3x1]]\n\n[[Browse DeviList.|QODS2x3]]\n\n[[Go to the park.|QODS]]\n\n[[Use someone you know.|QODS]]

Well, it is where you found the original job. Maybe you'll find something similar. You decide to start browsing the jobs section of the site regularly, keeping an eye out for any similar dogsitting jobs (or anything else that seems like it might be applicable).\n\nFor the most part, as the rest of the school year drags on, you're disappointed. While you spot several dogsitting jobs, they're either for small dogs or for only a few days in the future, and the thought of your parents letting you do a stay-over dogsitting on a school night seem so remote that you don't even consider asking. There are a few jobs for the future, but all of them seem to expect you to keep the dog at your place which... yeah, while the thought of getting fucked by a dog in your own room is definitely a turnon, the idea of your mom walking in on that is a major turnoff. (... You think. ... Mostly.)\n\nBut as school draws to a close, you suddenly find a small handful of prospects. Buoyed with hope, you bookmark them on the site, and once your last final is finished, you rush home, hurrying to the computer to check. You'll have to decide which of these has the best chance for, well... lots of doggy lewdness.\n\nThere's a [[stay-over dogsitting position|QODS]] for a pair of black labs. You're not entirely sure what you could get up to with two dogs... but at least if they're not as indefatiguable as Shep, they can work in shifts, right? Well, work you over in shifts.\n\nThere's a [[drop-off dogsitting job|QODS]] too. As noted you wouldn't have considered any of those, but the first time you saw the picture of the dog, Blizzard, you kind of fell in love. He's some sort of Husky mix, big and beautiful with amazing blue eyes... and a big fat sheath and balls that are visible in almost every picture of him. You might almost be willing to risk it for a chance at that.\n\nAnd then there's a really tempting offer... an [[overnight caretaker|QODS]] summer job at a local kennel. You'd have some light janitorial work but... you'd also be left alone overnight with a wide array of dogs. That one seems almost too good to be true!\n\nThe last one, you're not entirely sure why you've kept it, it's a casting call for entertainers for a place called '[[Honesty's Reward|QODS2x4]]', apparently some sort of playhouse or something from the description. You're not sure why you've bookmarked it or keep coming back to it, other than that the description of the place includes the phrase 'where dreams come true'. Every time you read that it somehow feels like they could make your dreams come true, too.

"So it sounds like you've been picking up the occasional shift here, huh?" you ask the ninja, idly glancing over at Tifa, who doesn't seem to be paying you a lick of attention.\n\n"Yes, Master," the petite girl murmurs dreamily.\n\n"That's good. You really enjoy that. In fact you enjoy it so much you're going to become a full-time waitress. Hear that, Tifa? Yuffie's full time!"\n\n"Yes, Master," both women reply in almost perfect stereo. ... Not sure if sexy or creepy.\n\n"Thing is, Tifa never wears clothes, so that's a strict dress code for working here," you continue, wagging a finger at Yuffie. "No clothes while you're working. You're perfectly fine with that and think it's completely normal, in fact it's something you enjoy about working here."\n\n"Yes, Master, I enjoy serving men while naked." \n\nWell, that was an embellishment you didn't have in mind, can't say you dislike it though. "Alright, well, you're on duty now, better get in uniform."\n\n"Yes, Master." Yuffie immediately peels her little green top off, perky little A-cups pointing upward as she arches her back a little with getting the shirt up and off her arms. She tugs her shorts open the rest of the way, then bends over, pert ass wiggling in the air as she works them over her boots. Then she heads over to put them behind the bar, eyes starting to clear up and a bounce coming back into her step, soon looking just as easygoing and cheerful as Tifa.\n\nSoon after people (mostly men) begin trickling in one by one. Most, of course, stare slack-jawed when they spot the duo of naked girls attending and calling for them to take a seat, Tifa's tits jiggling as she pours drafts and Yuffie's nubile body moving with little skips as she heads to the tables to take orders. There are a few aborted attempts to ask them why they're naked, but most seem to be stuck staring or silently blessing their good fortune as they watch. Tifa and Yuffie both wait tables, moving about the bar, Tifa's round ass jiggling lightly with every step, Yuffie's flexing as she moves from table to table writing on a pad. \n\nWord gets around and the bar is soon packed full, from just-barely-legal men to portly geezers all staring, some outright leering. A lot of eyes are on Tifa and her big bobbing boobs, but more than a few gazes are hungrily raking over Yuffie's petite form too. Practically every guy in the place is not-so-subtly hiding a massive hardon, and despite a great deal of conditioning on what happens to anyone stupid enough to cop a feel in this bar, you can see hands twitching. It's just a matter of time before someone just can't help themselves and makes a grab for one of their asses... if that's as mild as it gets.\n\nBeckoning the two over to the spot around the corner in front of the stairs, you flip the switch for your compelling voice on. "Alright girls," you say, watching both of their eyes glaze over. "Looks like everyone out there is getting stirred up. Someone's probably going to make a grab for you pretty soon, and when that happens-"\n\n<hr>\n[["Toss them out."|FF7X]]\n\n[["Say 'look but don't touch'."|FF7X]]\n\n[["Do whatever they want."|FF7X]]

"You'll think being naked is completely and utterly natural," you continue. "If people try to ask why you're naked, you'll be briefly confused but just shrug off their concerns. You'll be totally comfortable and happy being nude."\n\n"Yes, Master, I'll enjoy being nude," she says with a dreamy sigh.\n\n"Good. Now throw away your clothes and continue getting ready to open," you order, sitting back. "Oh yeah, and get me a cherry soda."\n\n"Yes, Master." Tifa bends over, tits swaying as she gathers up her discarded clothing turning to walk to the trashcan with her ass jiggling a bit.\n\nAbout the time she's setting down your drink, leaning forward with her tits hanging down almost in your face, her eyes are clearing up. She gives you a cheery smile as she stands up, resting her gloves hands on her bare hips. "Get you anything else, Eric?"\n\n"No, I'm good," you reply, careful not to word that in a commanding way. She nods and turns to finish polishing off the one table, and you watch her bent over with her bare tits almost wobbling in circles, her pussy bare and movements giving occasional glimpses of her asshole between her full cheeks. You tear your eyes away from the view after a bit, turning your attention to the game menu to try and figure out how to turn this charisma mode on and off (preferably without making your cock grow and shrink each time).\n\nYou've just about got it figured out when the door opens and Yuffie walks in, the teenage ninja attired in her little green top, unbuttoned khaki shorts, fishnet thigh-highs and orange boots. "Hey, Tif, since it's getting close to time to open, I thought I'd-" She pauses, her jaw dropping open as the naked barmaid turns towards her with a jiggle of the chest. "... Uhhhh..."\n\n"Oh, hello Yuffie," Tifa says cheerfully, waving one hand and making her tits shake freely. "Did you want to pick up a shift? I have a feeling it'll be busy tonight!"\n\n"I... yeah I got that feeling too," Yuffie answers, rubbing the back of her head. "Uh, Tif, did you know you're like... naked?"\n\n"Of course I am," Tifa answers breezily, smiling as she turns to move behind the bar.\n\n"... Don't you wanna... y'know... put some clothes on or something, before anyone else gets here?" the ninja asks a little plaintively.\n\n"Of course not, don't be silly, I wouldn't dream of it," the barmaid answers just as easily, hmmming to herself as she looks at the rows of alcohol, absentmindedly patting her hands against her bare asscheeks and sending light impact tremors running through them.\n\nDeciding to test the item you've set up, you flick the small switch on the bracelet before calling, "Hey, Yuffie."\n\nThe ninja blinks and looks over at you, then hisses and leaps over, trying to cover your eyes. "Geez, what're you doing here, don't look!"\n\nResisting the urge to snicker, you flick the switch again and repeat, "Yuffie."\n\nInstantly, the teen's eyes glaze over and her hands drop to her sides, the same dreamy look that Tifa got earlier touching her lips. "Yes, Master."\n\n"Okay, Yuffie, listen," you begin.\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm playing a prank."|FF7X]]\n\n[["You'll need to strip naked."|FF7X11x4]]

"Tifa, I want you to never wear clothing again," you order, grinning at her as you say it. "Unless it's absolutely necessary to save your own life, you won't ever cover yourself up at all, you have to show off your body forever."\n\n"Yes, Master, I'll never wear clothing again," she confirms dreamily.\n\n"You'll continue to follow that order, and-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-won't disobey, no matter how embarrassed you get."|FF7X]]\n\n[["-think it's completely normal."|FF7X11x3]]

You select the option for 'Compelling', which you suppose means that people will have to do whatever you tell them. Once you've selected the option, you grunt and almost stagger at the wave of pleasure that hits you as your cock swells and grows, bulging up the front of your pants even limp as it is. Damn, you've got a bit of a monster down there now. You stare down at yourself for a moment, then over at the barmaid. "Tifa."\n\nYou watch as her eyes glaze over a little, and she turns towards you as if in a dream. "Yes, Master," she answers, her voice a bit airy and distant, the ghost of a smile on her lips as if it felt vaguely good to be spoken to by you.\n\n"Take off your clothes," you order, just as a bit of an initial test.\n\n"Yes, Master," she repeats, unhesitatingly shrugging her suspenders off of her shoulders and then unbelting her skirt, pushing it and her panties down, baring a smooth-shaven pussy and her full, round ass. Straightening up, she pulls off her shirt, tits dropping free and wobbling as she slides it over her hair and drops it as well. She then just stands there with that tiny, dreamy smile on her face... apparently her socks and boots didn't count as 'clothes' for that order.\n\nYou take a seat, just looking her up and down, enjoying the view of her very luscious body on complete and shameless display. Curious about something, you decide to wait and see exactly how long the effects of being ordered around like that last. It does take a handful of minutes, but eventually her eyes clear and she blinks a few times... then squeaks loudly, putting a hand across her breasts and one over her crotch, kind of hunching over on herself. "H-hey, how did you talk me into this?!" she demands, her face brick red.\n\n"It's fine," you tell her cheerfully, and almost immediately her eyes glaze over again and that slight smile returns, her hands dropping to her sides as she straightens up.\n\n"You're right, it's fine, Master," she says airily again.\n\nThis is kind of fun! You might need to find out if there's some simple way to turn it on and off, though, just to avoid having everybody react that way. You ponder what order to give her next...\n\n<hr>\n[["Tifa, let's go upstairs."|FF7X]]\n\n[["Tifa, suck my cock."|FF7X]]\n\n[["Tifa, never wear clothes again."|FF7X11x2]]\n\n[["Tifa, get dressed and forget this happened."|FF7X]]

"The Stellar Circus sounds cool," you note, grinning. \n\n"Good, because Bouncya's been bringing in a ton of people, and we're busy. This is the one and only break I'll even get tonight, might as well end it bringing back more help," she adds as she hops down to her feet from the fence, hands slipping into her jacket pockets as she strolls off towards the gate. "C'mon, kid."\n\n"My name's Eric."\n\n"Okay. C'mon, kid."\n\nThe clown-girl gives you a rather hyper wave as you walk past, but the people manning the ticket gate only glance over... apparently Tara obviously leading you along is enough for them to not hassle you for an entry fee. Tara leads you over to one of the first gaming booths, the balloon-darts one, where a fairly short, broad man is blowing up balloons, his cheeks bulging out impressively. Tara pats him on the shoulder, and with a grateful look he passes her the filled balloon and hurries off.\n\n"The pump is on the fritz, so you'll be doing it manually. Blow up the balloon until it's decently taut, put one of these clips on it," Tara continues, pointing at the pile of plastic clips next to a bin half-full of balloons. "And put it in the bin. If someone comes along and says they need you more urgently for something else, only leave if someone replaces you. Got it?"\n\n"Ah... got it." You kind of want to know some things about whether and when you'll be paid, or fed, or anything else, but apparently right now they need you to get right to work. So, as Tara turns and strides off, you get to blowing up balloons.\n\nWithin the first few hours a lot of the glamour of working at a circus, even an apparently high-tech and modern one like this, wears off. Blowing up balloons endlessly is already not exactly a terrific time, but then someone shows up and tells you that there's been a chain-puking in one area and you're the one nominated to cover it in 'neutralizing powder', whatever that is; but, he takes over blowing up balloons for you, so off you go.\n\nAfter that it's just a continuous chain of errands. Go here, clean this, spread that, carry this, take a message to so-and-so. It all starts blurring together, with you seeing very little of the actual circus as you hurry about making sure it continues to actually function. You only see Tara once more, largely in passing as she notes, "We head out in the morning, kid, so find someplace to sack out when you hear the wrap-up whoop."\n\nYou have no idea what that is, but suppose you'll know it when you hear it. You continue with the seemingly neverending chain of chores, errands, and duties, noticing that as time goes by there are fewer and fewer attendees, and eventually none at all, only other people working, mostly at a less breakneck pace. Eventually there's a long, almost lazy siren noise that does indeed sound like a "WOOP-WOOP!", and you notice the others wrapping up what they're doing and dispersing in a way that says work is done.\n\nFeeling brainfried, you file in with an assortment of other people, mostly boys a bit older than you, following them into one of the smaller, less ornate tents. A number of mats and bags look to be stored here, and the others start flumping down wherever they like, and you follow their example, too tired to really think better of it.\n\nWhen you wake up, it looks like everyone is still asleep. You rub at your eyes, wondering what time it is... it does feel like you've been asleep for awhile, despite still being tired. ... Well, work is supposed to start early at places like this, right? Especially if you're supposed to be moving out today. Maybe you should get up...\n\n<hr>\n[[Get up and out.|StarCirc1x1]]\n\n[[Five more minutes.|StarCirc]]

<b>September 4, 2018</b>\n* Small formatting updates.\n* Cyan can take part in the "[[helicopter parent|GGDog10x4]]" program at the Winterbury Kennel.\n* Cyan can also take the [[GoPro|GGDog5x3]] she was wearing due to dreams of Svarog over to Leslie's.\n* As a Rakshasa tiefling, Cyan can [[continue her relationship with Vera|GGTief3x5]].\n<b>September 5, 2018</b>\n* Jamie can choose to deal with crowd overload by [[hiding|QOBro1x4]] during his brother's party.\n<b>September 6, 2018</b>\n* More Jamie stuff.\n<b>September 7, 2018</b>\n* Yup, more Jamie stuff.\n<b>September 8, 2018</b>\n* Eric the boy fairy can now elect to become Queen Tania's [[King Consort|MiniEric2x7]]. Much of the Eric-in-fairyland content has also had its formatting brought into line with current standards. (I know there are lots of typos, I'm going to try to tackle them soon.)\n<b>September 10, 2018</b>\n* Stuff of male fairy Eric becoming [[King Consort|MiniEric2x7]].\n<b>September 11, 2018</b>\n* Girl fairy Eric can now elect to try and [[push the pike back in the water|MiniEric4x2]]\n* Or [[fly off in a panic|MiniEric1x2]] after first being changed.\n<b>September 12, 2018</b>\n* More of Eric having stumbled into the land of dark fairies.\n<b>September 13, 2018</b>\n* Vidya witch Cyan can make a fighting game, [[SIMFITE|GGCandy5x9]]\n<b>September 14, 2018</b>\n* More work on SIMFITE.\n* It's getting to be skurry season again, time to work on the horror-themed content! Thusly, [[Wilma and Tanya|WilmaFun3x1]] can explore a bit more of Felipe's Funland.\n<b>September 17, 2018</b>\n* Cyan and friends can go looking for the room with all the statues, AKA the [[art gallery|GGHH13x1]], in the haunted house.\n<b>September 18, 2018</b>\n* More of Cyan and friends messing about in the art gallery.\n<b>September 19, 2018</b>\n* One of the other books Wilma found in [[the library|WilmaLibraryStart]] can be read. There's also some more stuff under Animus Vox... whew, been wanting to write that bit for ages.\n<b>September 20, 2018</b>\n* Jamie can now elect to provide [[Denver Sunrise|QOKevPorn7x2]] for the goth Halloween party.\n<b>September 21, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now decide she will indeed [[become a witch|HollyWitch1x2]] when Zane suggests it.\n<b>September 24, 2018</b>\n* Cyan has a reaction to Leslie's altered appearance after [[smearing glowing moss|GGHH4x5]] on herself.\n* Demon-Cyan can go see [[the owner of the haunted house|GGHH24x2]].\n<b>September 26, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can [[agree to Demon Lord Eidam's demand|GGHH27x3]].\n<b>September 27, 2018</b>\n* Worked on Holly having fog-powered [[pumpkin punch|HollyOct4x1]] with Felicity and Selina. Redid the options, decided I didn't like the old ones.\n<b>September 28, 2018</b>\n* More on demon-Cyan going to see Mr. Shandor.

Your name is Dan, and you are a seventeen-year-old troublemaker. With short, spiky hair and a sneer already starting to get worn in on your lips, most people would probably already label you a thug even if you didn't dress to create the impression anyway. You've got an attitude that the world and everything in it belongs to you already, there's just a bunch of assholes keeping you from taking it (because they're assholes).\n\nSo we've established that you're up to no good. But what sort of no good are you up to?\n\n[[Bully|YPBullyStart]] - You at least show up to school most days, but it's mostly because that's where the people you like to pick on are (among other opportunities a large, regular gathering of other teenagers provides). \n\n[[Truant|YPTruantStart]] - You've pretty much stopped bothering with school... not necessarily because you've got anything better to do, you just think anything is better to do. You generally wander around doing whatever crosses your mind.\n\n[[Criminal|YPCriminalStart]] - You've already gotten yourself into some criminal enterprise as a full-time profession, abandoning school or purely recreational pursuits to get started on making lots and lots of very dirty money.\n\n[[Apprentice|YPAppStart]] - Rather than setting up your own enterprise, you've joined up with someone else who has an "in" to organized crime. It may not be as free or glamorous as being solo, but the eventual payoff could be much much bigger.

You eye him a little suspiciously, still waiting for the 'Ha, gotcha!', but when it doesn't seem to be coming you carefully compose your words. "I mean, that sounds... interesting. But you've got to admit it's pretty fantastical, too. Would you mind showing me some sort of proof, or...?"\n\nMarius chuckles. "Good, good, if you'd just jumped right to believing me I'd have probably thought you were soft in the head." He glances to the side at his desk, which bears an assortment of paperweights. One, a glass orb, starts lifting into the air as Marius lightly moves his hand, the motion too smooth and steady to be the result of a hidden string. Your eyes widen as it does a slow orbit around his head, with him slipping his hand in a few circles around it to fully demonstrate the lack of any supports before plucking it out of the air. "While I'll give you that a talented magician could likely pull such a thing off even with you being a few feet away, it would be a bit much for a prank, no?"\n\n"I... yeah, okay," you allow with a nod. You could go on doubting all day, but something about that just... felt... authentic, like part of your brain could already tell that he was moving the glass ball with his mind, not magnets or air currents or something. "You're for real I guess. And you're saying I can do stuff like that too?"\n\n"Almost certainly. I already had the lab prepared earlier in hopes you'd say yes," he admits, setting the paperweight back down before gesturing you back out of the office and into the hallway. "Once you've undergone the treatment we'll do a few tests, then do a little paperwork to transfer you from one of your current classes into the IAS course so that you can spend that class time training and doing other tests. And, of course, gradually joining in the research proper as you progress."\n\nSo superpowers and an easy A class? This deal gets better and better! You follow Marius into an obvious lab area where there's some sort of chair set up, and a few other students (both male and female) working various bits of equipment. At Marius's urging you have a seat in the chair, trying not to squirm as a pair of the other lab-coated students come over to draw some blood and then give you several injections. "What's this stuff?" you ask as the third one is being given, which might be a little late to start getting concerned, but.\n\n"It's complicated, but basically they put your body into a 'receptive' state for the changes we're going to induce," she replies, placing a small bandage over the injection site. "In a few weeks we'll go over what's actually in them and what they do, you should understand it then."\n\n"Alright, Gwyn, this helmet will start the process of awakening your potential," Marius explains as he walks over, holding up a silvery thing that looks a lot like a VR helmet. He slips it carefully over the top of your head, briefly plunging you into darkness before the screens in the visor light up and start showing a lot of soothing, shifting colors. "Do your best to relax and clear your mind."\n\nYou almost nod but stop yourself, not wanting to shift the helmet if it's actually beaming gamma radiation or vita rays or something into your brain. Instead you-\n\n<hr>\n[[Meditate and consider the possibilities.|GwynPsi]]\n\n[[Focus on the colors.|GwynPsi1x2]]\n\n[[Think about all the kinky sex you'll be able to have.|GwynPsi]]

The colors are probably there to help with the whole thing of focusing and clearing your mind, right? So you do your best to just watch them... shifting, rolling, washing over you, running through you, colors all through your mind and body and-\n\nYou actually blink as they lift the helmet off your head, slightly jarring you back to the real world. "Huh? Already?"\n\nThere are a few amused smiles from the crew as Marius says, "It's been forty-five minutes. But that's a good sign that you let yourself go and the process probably was able to take hold. Now..." He wheels over a small tray on which there's a twenty-sided die. "Try to nudge this. With your mind, obviously."\n\nYou glance at him, then turn to stare at the die, wondering how you're even supposed to start. Still, trying to take it seriously, you focus all your attention on the die, then do your best to picture it tumbling over and landing on a good number. It wiggles just slightly... then actually does rattle across the metal surface of the tray it's in as if someone had given the stand a good kick, even though no one's near it. It even comes to a rest with the twenty face-up!\n\nIndeed, those watching seem impressed, including Marius. "Did you actually try to make it do that?" At your nod, he grins. "That's one of the more potent reactions we've had. I think you're going to be a great addition to this team, Gwyn."\n\nOver the next few months, you regularly attend 'class' in the science building... well, it's an actual class, it's on your schedule now and everything, and even involves a classroom a lot of the time, it's just that you're learning about how the brain works and practicing your new skills such as telekinesis, telepathy, even remote viewing. (You're also occasionally just doing boring little tests while sensors are hooked up to or aimed at you, though you never thought moving things with your mind would become boring.) All of your other, more normal classes have become a piece of cake as well... your brain just absorbs information effortlessly, and compiles it into neat organized methods of access for when you need to write papers or essays. In fact after a few weeks you start learning to hold back a little bit because you think the teachers were starting to get a little intimidated. (Which you really try not to let go to your head, lest you go full-on 'Puny mortals!' or something.)\n\nOne day after you've settled into your seat in the small classroom (of which you're the only actual 'student'), Marius walks in instead of one of the other handful of psi-active students that often take turns teaching you. "Gwyn, your progress has been great," he says as he leans against the side of a desk. "Not quite as rapid as we thought it might be, but then that initial test probably made us get a little overexcited in our estimates. I wanted to talk to you about where you'd like to focus."\n\n"You mean like, finally declare a major?"\n\n"Sort of but not quite. I meant a focus in your abilities. You've already learned the basics of reading and projecting thoughts, telekinesis, remote viewing, biological manipulations, and the other minor abilities that come with unlocking this part of your brain. But our testing so far has shown that your abilities will only truly shine if you pick one of them to focus on."\n\n"So I can only be good at one thing?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"It's quite likely that you'll continue to grow stronger in everything the more you use your abilities, but yes by doing your best to focus on one aspect, it will probably become much more potent than if you were to just continue developing as a generalist. This is an important part of our project, examining the changes that the brain and our abilities undergo as we develop them in different ways, so we really need you to pick one."\n\n<hr>\n[[Choose telepathy.|GwynPsi]]\n\n[[Choose telekinesis.|GwynPsi]]\n\n[[Choose remote viewing.|GwynPsi]]\n\n[[Choose biological alteration.|GwynPsi]]\n\n[[No! You refuse to be held back!|GwynPsi]]

"No time for delays!" the other woman barks, reaching forward to grab your wrist and haul you forward and out of the tent. Your other hand reflexively reaches out and grabs the sword belt. Outside the tent, you find yourself in the middle of a fairly large camp. The barbarian who came to get you begins shooing you along, and you're too confused and flustered to get a word out edgewise. You find yourself buckling the swordbelt on as you walk, your hands going through the motions as if they'd done it a million times.\n\n"You're always like this before your morning brew," your apparent friend says with a sigh, giving you a little push. You find yourself coming up behind a large gathering of women dressed in similar fashion to the two of you... or, in some cases, less so. You feel a strange sensation... you realize that if you were still a guy, you'd probably be getting a hardon right now. It's hard to even parse the new sensations you're feeling, though, the pressure that feels low down in your belly, the heat that grows between your legs.\n\nThe other barbarian women part before the two of you to allow you up to the front. You find yourself staring across a field at what looks like battle lines of Roman men! As if your arrival were some sort of signal (though you hope it's only a coincidence of timing), they all begin thumping their swords against their shields in near-unison, the sound pounding like a subwoofer at a rave. All the other barbarian women begin brandishing their weapons and shouting, and you find yourself drawing your own weapon and giving a roaring cry. The footsoldiers on the other side begin rushing forward, their combined footsteps echoing like thunder, and the barbarian women around you charge forward as well. Battle is about to be joined!\n\n<hr>\n[[No help for it! It's do or die!|FemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[No way! This is crazy, I'm out of here!|FemaleBarbarian]]

Something tugs at your memory, and you turn around to look the pod and its attached systems up and down. Then, giving a soft 'oh', you reach out to pluck the Vault-Tec VIP Access card out of the slot on the cryopod. Looking your Pip-Boy over, you notice a similar slot on the back of it, and slide the card into there instead. It slides in far enough to sit flush, a small button popping up above the slot.\n\n"VIP mode activated," the upbeat voice says, although now it comes from the closed device on your wrist. "VIP access granted. VIP quests unlocked. Initiating VIP Quest 1-001 automatically. ... VIP is already within twenty feet of nearest VIP cache, unlocking."\n\nYou blink at that, but then hear the distinct <i>click</i> of something popping open and turn to the heavy-duty lockers along one wall, one of which has visibly opened up slightly. You walk over and haul the door open to inspect the contents, which consist of a solid shell backpack in blue and yellow, the three letter number code reading '606'. There are a handful of other items as well... some boxes of ammunition, some ration packs, what you think might be actual stimpacks, a pair of sunglasses in a hard cloth case, and a fairly sizeable black handgun. You stare at all of it, but without a better idea of what to do, you shrug and pull on the backpack, fastening it into place. You're rather surprised when you pick up the ammo, and part of the pack extends out on a little robot arm as if offering to take it. Experimentally, you put the box against it, and it quickly pulls back, sliding the ammo box into a slot that opens up. ... Hunh. Inventory system.\n\nYou take the rest of the items, using the actual holster for the gun on your hip rather than putting it in the pack. Since the sunglasses are apparently those 'adaptive lenses' ones, you go ahead and put them on. Trying the other lockers finds that most of them are locked, and since you have no idea how to pick them and you don't want to risk trying to shoot them open, you leave them as they are. A few of the others do open, and you find some more rations, a bit more ammo, and a revolver that looks so obviously inferior to the semi-automatic on your hip that you decide to just leave it. After doing a tool around the little area and not finding much else of interest, you head for the steps.\n\nThe mini-Vault doors start grinding open the moment you step onto the metal, sliding slowly apart amidst a shower of dust. You wince a little at a sudden bright light shining in, raising a hand up to shade your eyes... well, there's a hole in the basement ceiling. And the actual house ceiling. The sun shone down and through them both at just the right angle to blind you briefly, but is soon covered by clouds again. You make your way up the steps, seeing that the basement is littered with debris and covered in dust and mud. The stairs up still look at least moderately whole, but you take care making your way up them.\n\nAt the top, you just have to stop and absorb what you're seeing, your heart sinking. Your home seems to be mostly a scorched shell of what it once was. A lot of the furniture is still there, though both singed and weather-worn, ruins marking the places where the pieces you recognize once were. You're not even sure whether most of the disarray is from the nearby nuclear strike or from looters. Whichever, it's clear this ruin has not been truly your home in a long time, but simply a forelorn and forgotten monument to it.\n\nOnce you pull yourself together, you decide that you still need to rummage around and see if you can find anything worth taking with you. You wander into the kitchen and look around the counters, yanking open a few drawers. Looks like most of the knives or potentially useful tools have either been taken or rusted away to nothing, though you manage to find a hand-crank can opener that had a tupperware container fall over it and has thus been mostly preserved from the elements, so you add that to your 'Pip-Pac', as the Pip-Boy has informed you it's called. Almost more curious than anything else, you walk over to the refrigerator and open it.\n\nSomething with peeling, wrinkled, rotten-seeming skin looms out of the space within at you, its gaping hole of a nose whistling as it wails, "CHEAP NYLON NOT CANVAS!"\n\n"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" You reflexively punch the thing in the face, sending it reeling back into the fridge, the door of which you quickly slam closed and lean against.\n\nYou can hear feverish scratching against the inside of the door, and more whistley wailing. "I shouldn't be alive! This makes no sense! Fucking To-!"\n\n"Fucksakes shut up you're not saying anything new!" you shout, banging on the fridge a few times with one fist before scuttling away, leaving the appliance still shuddering and spouting epithets. "God," you mutter as you back into the living room, giving a little shudder. "200 years and it's still the same-"\n\nYou cut yourself off as you hear a scuttling noise and something like a chirp. Turning, you spot a dark, somewhat glossy form near the wall, antennae twitching as its many legs shift beneath it. Is that a-?!\n\n"Threat detected," your Pip-Boy announces. "Enter VATS mode?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes! Help me squish the bug!|GGFO]]\n\n[[Fuck off with that easy mode shit.|GGFO1x3]]

"I mean... I guess I can kinda see how something like that would happen?" you allow warily. "I don't think it's right, with you... y'know... this is just so frikkin' weird."\n\n"You'll understand when you meet him, darling, I promise," your mother says with a winning smile.\n\n"Wait, why <i>am</i> I meeting him?" you ask with a deeper frown.\n\n"Because he asked me to bring you to meet him, so I'm obeying," she says evenly. Again, you're not really sure of what response to make to that, so you fall silent.\n\nEventually she pulls up the drive to a particularly large, opulent, somewhat gothic-style home and stops in front of the porch. You get out of the car, then glance over and squawk at the sight of her dropping her skirt. "What are you doing?!"\n\n"Master has forbidden me to appear clothed in front of him, so obviously I'm stripping naked, darling," she replies reasonably, apparently unconcerned that she's doing so in full view of the street and the neighboring houses. While you watch in shock she unbuttons her blouse and shrugs out of it, revealing her heavy, full breasts that wobble with her motions. Her panties drop next, leaving her standing there in the garter belt and stockings... which she proceeds to bend over to push down and peel out of, aiming her bare ass and revealed pussy directly at the street as several cars drive by. Stepping out of the stockings and her shoes, and leaving her clothing scattered on the drive, she turns and makes her way to the door, tits and ass jiggling, while you follow behind rather numbly.\n\nThe interior of the house is dim and a little warm, filled with a light haze of spicy, rich scent. Geez, how much incense is this guy burning? Still, you can't help but feel both a little lulled and a little excited by the scent... you're not even sure how to describe it other than as somehow adventurous and sensual. You watch your mother pause beside the set of shelves with an array of collars on them, picking out one of thick black leather with a metallic purple tag in the shape of a female symbol on it and slipping it around her neck, fastening it into place. "Now come, darling, time for you to meet the Master," she coos, resting a hand on your back and guiding you down the hallway.\n\nA pair of doors swing open ahead of your approach, revealing a room lit by numerous candles and a few hanging lanterns. It looks like a cross between a vintage Elizabethan sitting room and a sultan's harem, with rich crimson and deep gold the dominant colors, along with lots of dark wood. In the center of the room is a two-seat couch, and sitting sprawled at a slight angle on it, as if it were a throne in Camelot, is a man who takes your breath away. His hair is dark and wavy, spilling down around his shoulders, slim midnight brows drawing attention to pale eyes, a goatee sharp enough to cut with framing a lovely but strong mouth. His shoulders are broad without being wide, and his bare chest and stomach are shaped with lean, powerful muscle. In fact his whole body looks pale and perfect and strong, since all he seems to be wearing is a simple black loincloth draped over the obvious bulge in his lap.\n\n"Master, I have brought my daughter as ordered," your mother coos, bowing deeply at the waist, her tits hanging down and wobbling a bit with the motion.\n\n"Good. Come over here to me, then."\n\nFeeling somehow both tingly and numb, excited and horrified, you watch as your mother sinks to her hands and knees and makes her way over to Ma... the man on all fours, her tits wobbling under her and ass shaking in the air. She arrives at his knee, whereupon he lazily reaches out to stroke her hair like he would a faithful dog that had wandered over. But the entire time those pale, intense eyes are focused entirely on you, piercing through you in a way that makes you feel like you shouldn't have even bothered to put on clothes at all. Which is perhaps fitting, since the next thing he says, obviously to you this time, is "Strip."\n\nYour hands twitch, almost in motion before you realize it. You want to obey him. You want it more than almost anything else you've ever wanted in your life that you can remember. The desire to obey him is almost like having an overful bladder and every one of your quickened heartbeats that goes by feels that much closer to losing control and gushing everywhere, and somehow the thought of not obeying him fills you with the same sense of shame that pissing yourself normally would. Some part of you is screaming that this isn't normal, this isn't right, but the rest of you is just begging you to listen to him, strip out of your clothes, and show your tits and pussy and ass to him for his approval.\n\n<hr>\n[[Strip.|GGParent7x3]]\n\n[[Resist.|GGParent]]

"I am of the opinion," you say slowly, using Jeanne's best 'royal' tone. "That sentient beings should be allowed to make their own decisions, even if they are androids."\n\n"Hm. Not exactly what I heard about Thassalonians."\n\n"Nevertheless. I... spent a deal of time with Three, and I would... <i>feel better</i> if she made her own decision about where to stay, legal technicalities aside."\n\n"I don't have a problem with that," Hanlon answers immediately with a light shrug, surprising you. He turns slightly towards Three. "You want to come with me, or you want to stay here? Eia can buy you off of me for a couple fuel credits just to make it legal."\n\nThree blinks slowly at that, perhaps surprised to be given a choice. She looks at Hanlon, then turns her head towards the rest of you, before looking back at him. "Can I message Two whenever I want?"\n\n"Sure, the <i>Razor</i> has an independent comm, doesn't cost me a dime."\n\n"And you won't set me to Turing or Obedience modes?"\n\n"Hadn't planned on it," Hanlon answers with another shrug.\n\nThree looks back at all of you again, then pads over to Two, wrapping her arms around the other android, Two looking immensely relieved and hugging her back... then startled when Three pulls back. "I'll send you a lot of mails, alright? Make sure to reply to them all."\n\n"Three?" Two asks in a tone that breaks your heart.\n\n"Two, it's really great that you've found the life you've got," Three says, actually smiling as she raises a hand to cup her twin's cheek. "But now that I'm off that station, and I've got an opportunity to have an owner that might treat me the way yours... treated you, I want to go live my own life. I want to make my own choices with someone who will let me, and I want to start by making this one. I want to... be my own person."\n\nTwo sniffs hard, tears running down her cheeks... but she gives a quick nod, reaching up to grab Three's hand with both hers and kiss the palm. "Okay. Okay." She sniffs again, then smiles. "Every day, okay?! A mail every day, and I'm going to reply to every one!"\n\n"Yeah." Three steps back and turns towards you, just looking at you for a moment, before stepping forward and leaning in to kiss your cheek. "Thank you for everything you've done." She pauses, before whispering, "It's a big debt. I'll pay it back someday." Then she steps back, giving all of you a small bow, before turning to rejoin Hanlon.\n\nThe helmeted man watches her approach, glances at all of you, and perhaps deciding that discretion is the better choice, says nothing as he and Three make their way through the hatch and into his ship.\n\n"Two? Are you going to be okay?" you ask quietly once the hatch has closed, stepping over to rest a hand on her shoulder.\n\n"... I will be." Two sniffs again. "... Because she's right. She deserves the same chance I had... to be her own person. ... To become her own person. I hope... I hope she gets to."\n\n"Blayze is a good man," Eia says softly, rubbing Two's arm. "I'm certain he'll treat her with the respect and care she deserves. ... Come, Cypher, we should get your appearance altered before we spin our tale of how Jeanne escaped."\n\n"Right." You start to follow Doc Trace as she moves off, but pause and rest a hand on Two's shoulder again. "That's not just true for her, too, you know," you say quietly when she looks at you. "If she deserves the chance to become her own person, so do you."\n\n"... You're right." Still smiling sadly, she bobs her head. "I'm going to start trying to find who I want to be. Not just... well, not just your Ami anymore. Um, I mean..."\n\nYou laugh softly and pat her. "I know what you mean. And yeah... you're gonna be great."\n\n"And so is she," Two says firmly.\n\n"I bet she is."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|Cypher8xEnd]]

You both have a good laugh at that, your mother cheerfully glancing at you and smiling, before the two of you settle back. Several minutes go by before you realize she never actually answered you. "Uh, so hey, seriously, who are we going to meet?"\n\n"Well it's not my boyfriend!" your mother says with a little snort of laughter. The both of you have another chuckle that trails off, before she coughs a little and shifts in place. "... It's my Master."\n\n"... What?" you say flatly.\n\n"He's not my boyfriend, that's just silly! You date a boyfriend, that's a kind of equal relationship, whereas my Master owns me completely and I do whatever he says," your mother answers in a rather dreamy tone, briefly biting her lower lip and shifting slightly in her seat.\n\n"You... you're cheating on Dad in some... weird BDSM thing?!" you blurt.\n\n"No, don't be silly," your mother snaps back in an annoyed tone. "Your father is perfectly aware that I belong to Master and that he's not allowed to touch me anymore. The Master emphasized it to him himself."\n\nYou open and close your mouth several times, but there's simply no way your teenage mind can fabricate a response to that. So you close your mouth and slump back in the seat, muttering, "Geeziz."\n\n"It's just one of those things, Cyan," she says in a bright tone. "The moment I met Master, I knew he owned me completely, mind, heart, body, and soul. I never wanted anything else than to obey him completely and belong to him. You have an open mind, don't you? You could believe something like that happening, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, maybe.|GGParent7x2]]\n\n[[No, never.|GGParent8x1]]

If it would please Master for you to eat out your mother, you'd love nothing better in the world. You bring your hands up to grab her thighs and lift your head, eagerly shoving your tongue into the sodden pussy that birthed you, your mother cooing delightedly and running her hands over your tits and belly. You shudder and buck even more as her fingers pinch at and toy with your nipples, your tongue frantic as you lick and suck at her, pulling the thick, hot, slick pussylips into your mouth and then running your tongue over them. There's no instructions this time, no coaching, it's apparently enough that you're enthusiastically obeying the order to tongue your mother's snatch. At least to judge by the way the Master starts fucking you even more firmly, rocking you against the cushion, while your mother writhes above you and plays with your body, her moans caressing your ears.\n\nAnd then the Master is thrusting forward hard, and your eyes roll in your head at the intensity of your orgasm as the hot, wet feel deep inside lets you know he's cumming in you. The Master is cumming in you, you're his cumdump, he's finally fulfilling your purpose in life of using you to make himself cum! Everything goes white as your body trembles and shudders, muscles clenched and legs twitching as you have what's either the single most intense orgasm of your life or a whole bunch of really big ones at once, you're not entirely sure. But when you come to you're slumped, panting and sweaty, on the bed, your mother having swung off of you so that you can look down and watch the Master pull his cock from you, your formerly virgin cunt now gaping slightly and smeared with his jizz. The Master calmly steps to the side, then reaches forward to grab your mother's hips, toppling her backwards as he hauls her to the edge of the cushion. His cock, still smeared with his cum and yours, is utterly stiff as he moves in between her legs, and claims her in a single firm thrust, your mother crying out joyously as she takes her turn being used for what she was made for. You shiver at the sight, at the knowledge that this is how you'll get to spend the rest of your life.\n\nThe Master's eyes bore into you, then flick towards your mother's pleasure-wracked face. Needing no more order than that, you move to straddle her head, shivering a little as you lower your messy pussy to her lips. You let out a loud gasp as immediately your mother's tongue begins much more skillfully eating you out, showing that she's probably gotten more than a few other girls off in her time as a good little slave... that, or her desire to eat the Master's cum out of your cunt is providing amazing results. Your hips buck and twist as your mother's tongue and mouth work you over, your hands moving to squeeze and knead her full tits, both to repay her for her earlier pleasure as well as the view of the Master. The Master's strong, pale hands raise up, running over your shoulders, your tits, your belly, your sides, just stroking you, appreciating you like the prized possession you are, his touch as much as the skilled cunnilingus making you moan and cum all over your mother's face.\n\nEventually Master thrusts in deep, then pulls his cock out of your mother, a bit of cum dribbling out and onto the floor. He calmly reaches out and grips hold of your hair, pulling you forward and pushing your face between her legs, giving you the privilege of licking and sucking his seed out of your mother's cunt. You do so with a will, tongue lapping up the thick cream as your mother's tongue continues to work over your no doubt long-since-cleaned pussy. You can sense more than see the Master moving up onto the bed and around you, until his strong hands are gripping your ass, squeezing it and then spreading it. Your eyes roll as he starts pushing into you, spreading your tight little pucker open and sliding inside you, finally, fully claiming all three of your little fuckpet holes. But he's given you a job to do, and so you continue sixty-nining with your fellow slave as he pushes deep into you and starts up that smooth, quick thrusting again. You simultaneously feel so utterly blessed to have your Master fucking you in the ass, using you for what you were made for, and at the same time a little jealous of your mother, getting to watch those big, perfect balls sway, and slap against her tongue where it's constantly teasing your cunt.\n\nOnce Master has dumped his load into your ass, he repositions you atop your mother, letting the two of you fondle each other and suck one another's tongues, moaning and writhing as he thrusts his cock between your bellies, letting the thick shaft rub along your pussy lips and clits where they're pressing together. He apparently quite enjoys the view, since he spills his load between your bellies three times, smearing his thick, virile jizz all over your stomachs and the undersides of your tits. Finally though, he flops you onto your back and hauls you around again easily, pulling you so that your head is hanging over the side. This time he's once more slow as the cock that's so recently been in your pussy, your mother's pussy, and your ass slides between your lips and down your throat again. This time you accept your role as a placid fuckhole, not moving or reacting, just letting the Master use your throat to get himself off, your eyes fixed on the sight of his balls as they repeatedly swing forward to slap his face. In the midst of the long, thorough throatfuck, you can feel something being slid around your neck, the sensation of leather just the faintest bit rough as the collar is slipped into place, the Master leaving his cock buried down your throat so that the band can be latched snug against his bulge, the choking ecstasy of his cock inside you and the feel of the metal tag on your skin, the tightness of the thing reaffirming your status as nothing more than a pet, makes you cum again.\n\nAfter the Master has fed you his load, he pulls out, then makes a dismissive gesture. Your mother takes your upper arm and guides you around the corner and through a set of doors, into a bathroom. You're dazed, but pleasantly so as the two of you wash up and clean off. You get a chance to look in the mirror, to see the black collar with its metallic blue tag, the lettering on it simply reading 'Slave #33'. A pleasant shiver passes through you before you finish drying off, your mother taking a brush and arranging your hair as you do, as nonchalant about the two of you's nudity and recent activities as if it were any other normal day.\n\nWhen the two of you emerge back into the orgy room, Master has settled back onto his throne-couch. Another slave, a pretty twenty-something with dark hair and pert breasts, wearing a maid outfit (inasmuch as a collar, black lace garter belt, stockings, heels, and decorative apron can be called a "maid outfit"), is kneeling between the Master's legs, deligently cleaning his once more unaroused cock with a wet cloth, while he pays her no more mind than most people would a Roomba. He glances over as the two of you move to stand in front of him and bow deeply. "Your life now belongs to me," Master informs you evenly.\n\n"Of course, Master, I live only to serve you and pleasure your cock," you answer, smiling.\n\n"When I don't feel like using you, you are free to return to the world outside. Pretend to be a real person as much as you wish. But tell no one of me and bring no one here, unless I specifically order you to. No other man's cock is allowed inside of you, but other than that you may do as you like."\n\n"Yes, Master."\n\n"Good. All other instructions may be given to you by your elder slave. I'll send someone for you or come see you when I feel like making use of you." Then he flicks his hand dismissively as he picks up an open book off the arm of the couch, turning his eyes to it as the maid leans forward to swallow his limp cock to the root, apparently to make sure by taste that it's clean.\n\nYou don't bother stopping for your clothes, since the Master didn't order you to, both you and your mother padding naked through the hall. When your mother stops to remove her collar at the shelves, you do so as well, spotting a raised portion with a small plaque reading '33' that you can place it on. Then, still naked, the two of you walk out the door into the late evening light, the muggy summer air washing over your bare tits and pussies. Your mother's ass jiggles as she walks over to her clothes, only bothering to pick up and put on her blouse, barely bothering to button it before gathering up the rest of her clothing and tossing it into the car, settling her bare ass into the seat as you pull the seatbelt across your own nude form. You shiver a little at driving along the streets naked, wondering if someone might stop you, but it's also quite the thrill to have that bit of danger, this period between being the Master's toy and going back to the 'real world'.\n\n"Well, I suppose your father will be happy," your mother chirps as she pulls into the driveway. She pauses, taking a quick look around to check for nosy neighbors, before getting out and sauntering quickly to the door while you scurry a bit more hurriedly, since this is after all where you live. Your bottomless mother messes with her keys at the doorway for several heart-pounding seconds before opening the door and letting you both in. She stretches, tits almost popping out of her barely-buttoned blouse as she continues. "The Master paid him quite a lot to be a good little boy, but he's been leaving it untouched in his bank account to keep up appearances for you. Now that we both belong to Master, he can spend it as he likes. No doubt the Master will have informed him there's a nice, hefty bonus now that his daughter's been claimed as well," she adds with a bit of a snicker. "Mm, he'll be home in a little while. Shall we order pizza...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Eat pizza.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Eat pussy.|GGParent]]

Maybe something decent to read can stave off your ennui for awhile. You stroll on into the section of fiction novels, noting that there's a setup with 'Librarian Recommendations' on there. You wonder what the fussy chick at the desk added to this list... they all seem a little too fun and whimsical to really be her choices. (You might be operating on a slight bias from your ten seconds of interaction with her. Maybe.)\n\nAnyway, the display is nice and big with a variety of books up, may as well look over it first thing.\n\n<center>[[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0uHvFBG.jpg?1" alt="Alice in Wonderland" title="Alice in Wonderland">|GGAIWStart]] [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/XpFw2a2.jpg?2" alt="The Sword in the Stone" title="The Sword in the Stone">|GGKingStart]] [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/6jti1Jq.jpg?1" alt="The Wizard of Oz" title="The Wizard of Oz">|GGOzStart]] \n[[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/9KiY4zZ.jpg?1" alt="The Wickedest Witches of Oz" title="The Wickedest Witches of Oz">|GGDOzStart]] [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/cZwxF74.jpg?1" alt="The Kinda Kinky Caveman" title="The Kinda Kinky Caveman">|GGCaveStart]] </center>

After a few minutes of pondering mischief, you shake your head and decide against it. No, you don't want to do anything that could potentially upset someone and lead to drama. You're a responsible young lady, after all, that's why you're cheer captain. So instead you play with your phone patiently until Cassie emerges wearing a towel, and go in to take your own shower. You emerge to find Cassie wearing a slightly oversized white t-shirt and plain white panties, her standard sleeping gear. You drop the towel and pull on your own similar garb, just with blue panties and a black tanktop. The two of you have slept over at each others' houses often enough to not even blink at the routine.\n\nYou flop down on the side of the bed, C-cups jiggling just a little bit at being left free beneath the tanktop. Your feet fling out and bump against one of Cassie's bags, and there's a little jingle. Specifically, like some small jingle bells. You both blink in surprise, looking at it, then at each other. "Did you pack something with bells on it?"\n\n"No, but someone else may have." Brow creased in consternation, Cassie sits up and swings around to sit on the side of the bed herself. She hauls the bag into her lap and unzips it, rummaging for a moment before sighing. "My stupid little brother, he's always messing around with stuff." She draws out a pair of teddy bears, particularly archetypical examples of their kind, brown and bright-faced with round black eyes, red ribbons tied around their necks, the tips of the ribbons the source of the jingling bells. They're fairly large bears, maybe two feet tall not counting their plump almost cylindrical stuffed legs.\n\n"Your brother put teddy bears in your bag?" you ask, quirking your eyebrows.\n\n"Probably thinks he was being funny, the little snot." She sighs, holding up one in each hand to you as if asking for commentary.\n\n<hr>\n[[Aw, they're adorable.|CheerMotel7x2]]\n\n[[Eh, they're totally lame.|CheerMotel3x1]]\n\n[[You have no strong feelings one way or the other.|CheerFestStart]]

"They're actually really cute!" you assert, hugging the bear to your chest. "I don't know what your brother was <i>trying</i> for, but what he succeeded in was giving me a cuddle buddy for the night!"\n\nCassie laughs a little, giving her own bear a shake and setting the bell on its bow to jingling. "I guess you're right. Besides, if he was trying to be a jerk, it'll just upset him even more if I say it was really thoughtful of him and we enjoyed his gift."\n\n"I know, right?" You giggle a bit, hugging the bear to your chest. Playfully rubbing the top of its head, you coo in baby talk, "Who's a cutie-wootie-patootie?" Settling back against the headboard, you and Cassie chat for awhile longer, seguing from the ridiculousness of her little brother's activities to other family-related subjects, and finally winding down into tired murmurings that are mostly excuses not to go to sleep yet. Recognizing it for what it is, you finally reach over and turn off the lights, exchanging goodnights with your friend before settling in under the covers, laying on your back with the teddy bear hugged to your chest.\n\nYou awaken in the night with your body trembling, pleasure thrumming through you and moans already on your lips. Cool air plays over your sweaty skin, the covers having been tossed aside, and you feel something soft and fuzzy against your hips and belly, as well as something smooth and hot pumping into your pussy. And it feels <i>amazing</i>, your hips beginning to rise and fall in time with the strokes, encountering no resistance to the movement. Trying to focus you look down and see the source of all those sensations... the teddy bear! It's hugging your hips with its entire body and working its fuzzy little ass for all it's worth, pumping what feels like a smooth plastic cock into your sodden cunt!\n\nYou can hear moaning and gasping besides your own and look over with wide eyes. Cassie is laying on her side, her legs together and drawn up a bit, her own teddy bear balanced on its stumpy legs and with its arms draped over the top of her hip, thrusting away into her turned-sideways pussy with what sort of looks like a pink vibrator sticking out of its crotch. Cassie meets your gaze with wide eyes, apparently having awoken at a similar time and just as shocked as you are. \n\nYou're being molested by a stuffed toy! What do you do?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to fight it off!|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Just lay back and accept it.|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Actually this feels AWESOME! Encourage it!|CheerMotel]]

Hunh. Your school doesn't really use uniforms, but it's talked about going to them once or twice. You suppose getting a couple of school uniform-like outfits wouldn't hurt. You fill out your information and hit 'Submit', blinking as the doorbell immediately rings. Huh, that's a weird coincide-\n\n"Jamie! Package for you!"\n\nYou actually stare at the door for a moment before getting up and heading downstairs. Accepting the white cardboard box from your mother, you carry it back upstairs... it's not that big, maybe eighteen inches on a side, can't be room enough for more than a couple of shirts and pants even if they're vacuum-sealed, right? But... more importantly, how the heck did it get here so fast?! The shipping label even has their logo on it!\n\nYou set it down, staring for a moment before grabbing one of the top flaps. Distracted by the odd immediate arrival, you're halfway through the opening before you remember that note on the site. You glance down towards the side of the box, spotting a label that says:\n\n<hr>\n"[[Young Sir's Prep School|QOHPT]]"\n\n"[[Young Lady's Catholic Attire|QOHPT]]"\n\n"[[Average Guy School Uniform|QOHPT]]"\n\n"[[Seifuku Selection|QOHPT]]"

<div style="background:#eee;border:1px solid #ccc;padding:5px 10px;">AppAssure Industries is currently testing our Instant Wardrobe. Utilizing a unique nanite swarm designed to make use of existing materials, we can provide you with an entirely new wardrobe. <s>You could use one, fashion victim.</s> Note that side effects of the quantum filament microbatteries used by the nanites have been recorded. Please file bug reports on any alterations to reality that may occur.\n\nPlease select a wardrobe makeover type:\n\n[[School Uniform|QOHPT7x2]]\n\n[[Youngster|QOHPT8x1]]\n\n[[General Adult|QOHPT9x1]]\n\n<b>Important Note:</b> Due to recent repeated shipping errors, we advise checking the label prior to opening the box.</div>

You roll your eyes. 'Just be yourself'? What is this, an after school special? Clothes make the date, and in this case that means... well. Sighing, you type back, 'where you want to meet up to shop?'\n\n'I'll pick you up!' Liam texts back almost immediately. You make a face at the knowledge that he's obviously enjoying this way too much, but oh well, you're already in this deep. May as well shower and dress and go.\n\nLiam does indeed pick you up in his very nice car (he must come from money), and soon the two of you are off to the larger town nearby, since most of the shops and stores nearby are aimed squarely at a college student demographic. You're a little intimidated as the two of you walk towards the entrance of a store featuring a wide range of beautiful feminine things in the window... isn't there some kind of 'Penis Alarm' that goes off when guys enter places like this? Instead almost the moment you walk in the door one of the pretty women working there calls, "Good morning, Liam!"\n\n"Come here often?" you ask a little dubiously after he's returned the greeting.\n\n"A fair bit," he says breezily, smiling as he leads the way into the store. "Now, your date is set up for tonight, which is good since it means we can get you a facial and have your makeup done while you're here, instead of trying to teach it to you right away. Now, whatever you want to call being a pretty boy and dressing up to look like a pretty girl... crossdressing, otoko-no-ko, whatever, while there are a number of factors to consider, it all boils down to a handful of basics." He brings a hand up and flicks his slender fingers as he counts off. "Hair decoration, top, skirt, panties, leggings."\n\n"W-wait, panties?" you squeak, unconsciously placing your hands over your crotch as if you were holding down a skirt. Speaking of which, "<i>And</i> a skirt?"\n\n"... Did you think you were going to wear pants and boxers?" Liam sighs at your little shrug and thumps a hand onto your shoulder. "Listen, you may be able to pull off looking totally like a girl in pants... and don't give me that look, you're the one that balked at a skirt... Fern's thing isn't just for you to look like a girl. The thing is to make it super duper clear that you're dressing like a girl, on purpose, and preferably for her benefit. Don't think you haven't already gotten a ton of bonus points by my mentioning <i>that</i> to her. So yes, you need to wear a skirt, and if you're wanting this date to go <i>really</i> well you'll wear some cute panties under it."\n\nSighing heavily, you nod, feeling doom growing heavier over you as you follow Liam into the lingerie section. "... No bra, though, right?"\n\n"Bras only if you're specifically going to do a lingerie tryon session for her," Liam chirps happily, producing a lot of mixed emotions in you. "But alright, alright, here." He picks up two different hangers and turns towards you. One is a pair of relatively modest bikini-cut pink cotton panties, the other is a rather tiny purple satin G-string. "Assuming your date does go well enough that she's going to see you in these, or out of these," he says, grinning at your deepening blush. "You'll get a whole different reaction depending on what you pick. Sweet, tender lovemaking," he says, holding up the pink ones. "Orrrr a night of enthusiastic fucking so lewd that its memory is destined to warm your cheeks in your old age," he concludes, holding up the purple ones.\n\n... that's, uh... that's quite a choice...\n\n<hr>\n[[Pink.|GwynFern]]\n\n[[Purple.|GwynFern]]

"N-new job?" she asks... well, more moans as she starts thrusting her hips towards the thrusts of her own fingers. "What do you mean, new... new jaaahhhhhh," she whimpers, grabbing one of her tits with her other hand to start kneading and squeezing at it.\n\n"Don't worry, it's one that even a lazy do-nothing lump should be able to manage," you assert, smirking as her skin begins to take on a gleam that's not entirely from the sweat.\n\nLauriel moans louder, almost pleadingly as she bucks and twists her hips before collapsing to the bed as if the strength had gone out of her legs... or as if her body had suddenly become heavier. The movements of her hands turn a bit slower, more deliberate, her writhing still coming but more laboriously, the elf apparently finding it harder and harder to move. As her skin starts to take on a healthy tan color... well, more of a golden glow really... you make your way forward and grab her legs, holding them in a V and then pushing forward until her lower body is lifted. Shoving her hand away, you lean your face in towards her sodden pussy.\n\n"This is what you love, right?" you coo, your tongue lengthening and tapering as you slide it out of your mouth, then slather it across her pussy before sliding it inside her, wriggling it around like a snake.\n\n"Yessssss," she groans, the sound coming out thick and slow as she moves both hands to toy with her increasingly firm, stiff tits. As her gleaming skin turns more and more yellow, her whimpering pleas for pleasure continue to grow thicker in her tightened throat. But you constantly keep bringing her to the edge and then backing off, your empathic sense of her pleasure and your almost tentacle-like tongue capable of holding her at whatever point of climax you want. Then, finally, as her eyes close and her head leans back, you bring her right to the very edge, a rather amazing smile curling her lips as she completely gives in to what she thinks will be the best orgasm she's ever had.\n\nAnd that's where her body finishes its stiffening, the last of her body heat dissipating as she turns to solid gold. Smirking, you slide your tongue out of the metal hole it was sheathed in and straighten up, idly giving Lauriel's raised and displayed ass a rub. Your empathy can tell she's still conscious in there, her mind trapped inside the golden statue she's become... and forever held on the very cusp of orgasm without being able to actually achieve it. Laughing, you pick up the heavy golden statue, your muscles growing denser and more layered to make it possible, your skin becoming a bit more purple at the same time.\n\n"You can start your new job tonight," you chirp, your tail flicking back and forth as you move to carry her downstairs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|MeanLove3xEnd]]

Fern does look really cute, and sweet, sort of like a classy upgrade on "the girl next door". ... In spite of what apparently revs her engine. You look at her picture and that smile of hers for a few moments more before texting back 'I think I'd like to meet Fern'\n\n'you got it dude I'll set it up'\n'I already told her I knew a guy she'd like so I can probably just text you a time and place when she agrees to the date'\n'so while I'm doing that you wanna meet up and shop?'\n\n... Right. That bit. Wearing girls' clothes. Well Liam did say that you didn't absolutely <i>have</i> to do it! Hey, maybe you'll impress her so much with your own wonderful personality that she'll forget entirely about wanting you to crossdress and just like you for you!\n\nOr. On the off chance that she doesn't also arrive to the date riding on a unicorn, while you're dreaming of impossible things, maybe you should accept Liam's advice and go shopping with him.\n\n<hr>\n[[Rely on your personality.|GwynFern]]\n\n[[Rely on a really cute outfit.|GwynFern1x2]]

Hm, that 'King of the Britons' outfit does look pretty cool. Heck, the guy in the art even kind of looks like you! Besides, no matter what a stereotype it might be, there are definitely girls that like the literal knight in shining armor look. Grinning, you rest your hand on the box. "I'll take this one."\n\n"Ah, King of the Britons, good, that's one of the Owner's favorites," Atalanta says as she slides the box over towards the register. "Now, Master, before I ring you up, I should let you know that the default costume package comes with molded plastic armor and a molded plastic Excalibur," she continues, reaching under the counter and holding up the weapon. You eye it... it's certainly one of the nicer plastic weapons you've ever seen, even as she unsheaths it about halfway... but it is kind of obviously fake. Not cheap-fake, just fake. "However, for an upcharge you can upgrade your costume package to the Full-Grade Accessorized version, which comes with metal armor and an actual sword. The sword is the Sword of Selection Caliburn rather than Excalibur, but I don't imagine you would mind too much."\n\nThe way she says 'actual sword' makes it sound like she thinks it is a really-real sword rather than just being made of metal. You can't help but grin in an indulgent manner... teenagers are so cute about their little fandom things. "How much is the upgrade?" you ask as you pull out your wallet.\n\n"$5000."\n\nYou choke and almost drop your wallet. "What?!"\n\n"Sir, the sword is an authentic antique in absolutely splendid condition," Atalanta says, with just a bit of offended-cat-sensibilities prickliness. "It should be quite literally priceless, the only reason the Owner is willing to sell it for so little is the dedication to authentic cosplay."\n\nYou eye her for a moment. "... Is there a certificate of authentication?"\n\n"Yes sir, one of a most thorough pedigree."\n\nYou consider. If it is an antique sword, in the end $5000 might in fact be a steal... you know a few dealers who could probably turn it around and make a profit on it for you after the party. That is, <i>if</i> it's real. If it is, what's it doing in a cosplay shop? Still...\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the plastic.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Upgrade.|BuddyOct8x2]]

"I'll take on the King," you say after a moment. "This was all my idea, after all, I better be ready to step up when the time comes."\n\nThe others look a little uncertain but no one actually disagrees as you all straighten up and turn towards the throne. "I am Cyan, a Warrior of-" You hesitate just a second, then shrug. Why the fuck not. "-of Deviville! I challenge the king!"\n\n"Very well!" the lion man steps down from the throne dias, casting his cape entirely aside as he does. As forthright as he seems, he clearly has a bit of a flare for the dramatic, striding in a bit of a show-offy swagger to the center of the room. As you approach he adds, "I, King Rorn, accept your challenge! Since you are a human, I will give you the choice of weapon! Choose one of those which was fought with when the Mother first brought us forth: swords, spears, bare hands, or fur and fang!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Swords.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Spears.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Bare hands.|GGWar]]\n\n[[... Wait, <i>fur</i> and <i>fang</i>?|GGWar]]

It seems unlikely that wearing it around your waist for one night will cause its value to drop or change its authenticity... might as well not deprive yourself of a kind of important costume piece. You get in the car and head home, putting the thought of the sword's actual value out of your mind... waste of money or not, you won't be <i>hurting</i> even if the $5000 was completely blown. (Despite what people might think, you can't just sling that kind of money around every day. Well, maybe once a month or so without it hurting.)\n\nThe next evening as you prepare for the party, you open the box to start taking out the costume, blinking as you notice a glossy piece of paper sticking out of one of the armor pieces. You pluck it up and look it over.\n\n<center><b>Before donning costume</b>\nplease be aware that it will alter your body\nfor full cosplay authenticity. This is high\nquality magecraft, brought to you in the name of\nthe best and most accurate cosplay. The spell will\nlast from the donning of the costume until\nsunrise, usually.\nTo avoid issues, please heed the following:\n* Avoid becoming separated too much from costume. Under no circumstances should costume be entirely lost, destroyed, or should other clothing be put on over it or instead of it.\n* Avoid overindulging in sexual intercourse. Too many orgasms may convince your body its new configuration is accurate.\n* Avoid mingling magics from other enchanted costumes or alteration spells. This can produce unexpected side effects.\n* Some costumes, especially the Full-Grade Accessorized costumes, may attract magical entities that fit with their dynamic. Please be aware and prepared.\n</center>\n\n"... Yeah <i>right</i>," you snort, tossing the paper. Kinda cringy stuff, is the shop run by a thirteen-year-old? You find another paper with fairly easy-to-read instructions on donning the clothes, robes, and armor though, complete with diagrams, so you have to admit they're doing really good on that part. Eventually you buckle the swordbelt on and step into the bathroom to check yourself out in the mirror, having to admit that you look pretty snazzy in the deep blue coatlike robes, the genuine metal (albeit stylized) armor, and with a sword on your hip. Some memory of that slip of paper hits you, and you can't help but pull the makeup mirror (look the house came with it built in okay) over to get a better look at your face as if to check.\n\n"Nope, same as ever," you say aloud with a grin. You do have to admit you're looking pretty good, after all. Kinda kingly, maybe? Maybe a little. Laughing a little at your own arrogance, you head out to the car.\n\nYou soon arrive at the venue that's been hired for the party your friends are throwing. This particular party isn't going to be some small affair at a house, oh no... they've rented out an actual nightclub for this thing, essentially opening up the place for the whole night with open bar and live entertainment. You have your invitation scanned at the door and make your way inside, reveling a little in the throng that greets you. There's probably over a hundred people here already, the dancefloor crowded with mostly 'sexy' versions of costumes (and some that probably qualify as just outright 'slutty'). There's the bar, obviously, which has attracted its own largeish crowd, and a handful of other activities... looks like they even hired someone to do magic, to judge by the little bursts of applause along with occasional puffs of smoke off from one side. \n\n<hr>\n[[Hit the dancefloor.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Check out the bar.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Just mingle.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Watch some magic.|BuddyOct]]

Well, hell. You made a lot of your money taking risks, might as well spend some of it on one. "Yeah, okay, I'll do the upgrade."\n\n"Excellent, please follow me," she says, turning and making her way through the doorway behind her. You blink, but circle around the counter and head through after her, following the petite blonde as she heads down a different hallway, then finally opens a door and gestures you through.\n\n"... Are you kidding?" you ask as you step in. The room is largely empty, save for some shelves that have boxes placed on them, obviously for storage. But right there in the center of the room is a flattened-off-on-the-bottom boulder, with a sword sticking out of it. \n\n"Don't worry, Master," Atalanta says without missing a beat, standing behind you and clasping her hands in front of her. "If it turns out you can't draw it, I'll upgrade you to the metal armor at no extra charge for your trouble."\n\nYou eye her for a moment, then look at the sword. Well... it does look fairly authentic, to your admittedly untrained eye. It doesn't have any of the obvious markings of being a wall-hanger, at least, and when you reach out to carefully flick a thumb against the edge of it to one side of the gold and blue metalwork running up the base of the blade, it comes back with a slight layer of skin off. Yeah, dang, that's an actual edge on it no doubt. You glance at Atalanta again, then shrug and wrap a hand around the grip and tug.\n\nYou're half expecting it to wind up completely immobile like in the legends, and have to admit that a part of you has some boyish elation when it just slides right out of the (apparently authentic) rock. Of course a moment later you chide yourself, of course it did, this is just a fancy holster rigged up by some costume shop owner with too much money and time on their hands. (Well, and $5000 of your money, you suppose shortly.)\n\n"Oh good, Master, I thought you might, you had that look about you," Atalanta says with a bob of the head. "The sheath is right there, if you'll put the sword away and bring it up, we'll get you rung up."\n\nA few minutes later you're carrying a (rather heavy) box out to your car and putting it away in the back seat. Straightening up, you unsling the sword from over your shoulder, pausing a moment to unsheath it a little and look at the blade. Yup, still seems real. You tuck it inside, and then unroll the authenticity certificate, reading through all the certification language that this is Caliburn, the Sword of Selection, and getting to the end to see who signed it.\n\n'Merlin'.\n\n"I've been ripped off," you mutter, glancing at the shopfront and sighing. Well, it seemed obvious, you can almost hardly blame them. Still, the sword does seem like it might be an actual antique even if it doesn't have the pedigree they claimed (a pretty lofty one since it seems to be implying it's the actual Sword in the Stone). You could always take it to someone to see what it's worth now, to assuage your wounded pride, or just let it go at least until after tomorrow's party.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have it appraised.|BuddyOct9x1]]\n\n[[Keep it for now.|BuddyOct8x3]]

EQN? Almost more curious than anything else, you tap the item and have it equip to yourself. Almost immediately the menu closes, Tifa resuming stroking and rubbing your stiffening cock... and both of you gasping as it rapidly gets <i>much</i> longer and harder under her hand, making a visible thick bulge down your thigh.\n\nObviously more eager than ever, Tifa instantly drops to her knees and yanks your pants open, practically in a frenzy as she pulls your mostly-hard cock out... and her red eyes widen as it practically flops over her shoulder, having become a dark length with a bulging ring partway down, the base of it having formed into a sheath and the tip into a thick, blunt head. "H-holy shit," she whimpers happily, rubbing her cheek against the side of your cock almost reverently, eyes closing as she runs her fingers along it. "You're literally hung like a horse!"\n\nYou're fairly surprised yourself, but you do your best just to grin confidently at her as she tugs your pants further down, revealing your equally horse-sized balls and leaning in to rub her face against them, moaning in obvious need as she does. She begins licking and sucking at your enlarged sack while stroking your cock with both hands, only pausing briefly to lean back and pull off her top, large tits dropping free and wobbling as she leans in. The modded Tifa moans as if working her lips and tongue all over your shaft and balls were actually giving her physical pleasure. One of the most amazing things is that it seems like you just keep getting harder and harder the more she works at you! You'd thought your cock was finished growing when it hit fourteen inches, but the more Tifa drags her tongue over it and strokes at it, the more she nuzzles at your balls and shamelessly drags in breaths from them through her nose, the more she has to draw back to suck and lick at the pre dribbling from the broad head. By the time she's panting and trembling in front of you, her panties translucent and sticking against her pussylips from the arousal running down her thighs, your new horseprick is easily almost two feet long.\n\n"Holy shiiit yeeeees fuuuuck," Tifa whimpers, shivering and looking like it with her face flushed, lips parted and breath coming out in little pants. In fact you think, to judge by the little whimper she just gave and the additional lines of wetness running down her legs, she may have had a small orgasm just from looking at your prick. "It's... it's so fucking big... it'd completely destroy my holes..."\n\n"Ah, well..." You hadn't really thought of that. Hm, do you need to unequip it?\n\nApparently sensing your hesitation, Tifa's eyes widen again. "No, no, I <i>want</i> you to destroy me! Holy shit, thinking of this thing wrecking my body... I'm practically cumming as it is! Please... please, wreck my holes," she whimpers.\n\n... Alllright then. Hey, if she's up for it! Slutty Tifa is definitely champing at the bit, so really it's just a question of which of said holes you're going to completely ruin for everyone who's not hung like a Clydesdale.\n\n<hr>\n[[Mouth.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Pussy.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Ass.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Wreck her completely.|FF7X]]

Slut-mode Tifa certainly seems eager to get at your cock... you kind of want to give her as much of a bang for her buck as you can. After all, sluts particularly love huge dicks, don't they?\n\nBringing up the menu again, you spend a little while searching around for something to enhance your size. You eventually find something you're pretty sure is an item you can equip to yourself to accomplish that, called a 'Thrust Shaft'. You doubt you'd get much use out of the basic version, so you try to figure out which one would be best to please the dick-hungry barmaid frozen in place in front of you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Thrust Shaft XL.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Thrust Shaft 2XL.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Thrust Shaft EQN.|FF7X19x3]]

Oho, getting right to the meat of it, huh? Grinning, you tap 'Slutty', watching with interest as Tifa's breasts grow slightly larger and her top slightly smaller... between the two her top now leaves the undersides of her tits bare. Her skirt also shrinks up by about two inches, leaving her panties completely on display with her being even slightly bent over... you'd imagine they'd show at least a little bit even if she was standing up straight. The panties themselves shrink, turning into a T-back that leaves her asscheeks completely bare beneath the snug material of the skirt. As well, her makeup takes on a slightly darker, heavier look to it.\n\nAs the menus disappear, she straightens up from what she's doing and tosses the cloth aside, before turning and sauntering over to you, practically leering as she leans in and presses her tits against your chest. Despite knowing what was coming, you can't help but widen your eyes a bit in shock as she brazenly reaches down and cups your crotch with one hand, rubbing and fondling your cock through the layers of cloth while rubbing your thigh with her other hand. "Hey, why don't I blow off doing this cleaning, and blow you instead?" she suggests with a purr, eyes glittering with desire.\n\nWow, she's slutty for sure, now! You can feel yourself growing hard rapidly under her apparently rather skilled touch. Well, easy enough to just go for it... or you could add some other variables to this!\n\n<hr>\n[["Sure, suck me!"|FF7X]]\n\n[["Let's make this a threesome. Or maybe a moresome."|FF7X21x1]]\n\n[["Hm, let me adjust something..."|FF7X19x2]]\n\n[["Actually, let's take a walk."|FF7X]]

"We'll just make up some story about how Jeanne escaped later on," you decide. "And word the transfer contract in such a way that we're liable for retrieving her but there's no time limit."\n\n"Hm. Feasible, that's not too far off of most transfer contracts anyway." Doc Trace rubs her chin for a few moments, then nods. "Very well, let's go with it. We'll plan things out further once we've seen Blayze on his way. For now I really should check over all three of you, and we'll get you into some proper clothing."\n\nA bit later, Doc Trace emerges from the conference room with Hanlon following after her. He pauses at the sight of you standing there wearing a black turtleneck and white slacks, Two in a replica of her old outfit, and Three in snug black and purple pants and a zip-up long-sleeved top. Hanlon pauses at the sight of you standing there with your wrists unbound. "You're just letting our bounty head roam the ship unfettered?"\n\n"The princess has tindered us her parole," Doc Trace answers primly. "She is bound by honor to not attempt to escape or hinder us."\n\n"Mm." He looks at you for a moment, then nods. "Well, alright then. Take care, princess. Probably best not to go running away again, but if you do definitely steer clear of Nyx."\n\n"I'll keep that in mind," you answer, actually smiling a bit.\n\n"Two, wasn't it?" Hanlon asks, turning his head towards her. At her shy nod, he continues, "Glad to see you back to your ship, sorry about your owner. Assuming he treated you okay."\n\n"He's always treated me wonderfully. ... Did," Two murmurs, clearing her throat a little as she forces herself to add the past tense.\n\n"Yeah, well, it's the life we lead. Hopefully these folks will keep treating you right, but knowing Eia, she will. Three?" He asks, looking at the other blue-haired girl. At her nod, he nods in return. "Okay, let's go."\n\n"Huh?" That makes you blink as Hanlon turns and makes his way towards the docking entry, even moreso as Three actually turns and follows after him. "What?!"\n\n"Salvage, princess," Hanlon answers, glancing over his shoulder.\n\n"It's true, since Cypher didn't have an official bill of sale for me, once I was involved in a ship crash on an unpopulated world I became salvage, and property of whoever removed me from the planet," Three says, stopping as Hanlon does and turning to face you. "Blayze Hanlon is now registered as my owner."\n\n"But that's-!" you splutter.\n\n"Three!" Two calls out in a despairing tone, starting forward only to have a grim-faced Eia grip her upper arms.\n\n"Do you have some kind of problem with this?" Hanlon asks in a mildly curious, partly annoyed tone, turning to face you as well and hooking his thumbs into his belt.\n\n<hr>\n[[Seethe with fury.|Cypher]]\n\n[["... Three should decide."|Cypher8x2]]

She clearly bristles, obviously having had a sore spot poked. "I am <i>not</i> uptight!" she snaps, even as you have to suppress a chuckle so that you can do a long exhale while starting the controls to work your machines, blending your exhaled vapor with Catalyst and other chemicals. "I am precise, and I demand a high level of quality and dedication from everyone under me! It's only weak, pathetic, foolish children and lesser academics who think that means I have a stick up my aHHH!" This last is as you aim a stream of dark grey vapor from your vents directly into her face, leaving her inhaling a bout of it and then coughing briefly, her sucking inhales after the short coughs really just bringing more of it into her lungs. "W-what is this, this, this spicy-sweet concoction of yours! I knew it, my daughter said something about all you horrible boys vaping, and it's... it's..."\n\nYou watch the flush creep over her face, her angry ranting just sort of trailing off as her eyes take on a bright, slightly unfocused look. "What... what is this substance?" she demands, though she can't keep a bit of warmth from lacing through her tones now as she takes a shuddery breath, even gasping reflexively as you blow another stream of it towards her. "Is it some sort of... drug, or...?!" She's clearly trying to focus, but at the same time her hands have come up, flicking towards her chest and stomach a few times as if she wanted to rub and stroke herself.\n\n"Yes and no. You could say that in some ways it's 'all natural'," you answer with a chuckle, letting your vents exhale more puffs of the 'happy gas' to drift through the hallway and waft in little movements around Professor Hawker as she squirms in place. "Though at the same time it's a bit of chemical enhancement too. But doesn't it feel nice? Like laying naked on a big, fluffy cloud as the sun warms you and you're rubbed and stroked all over as soothing, sweet things are said to you."\n\n"O-oh... oh, it... it does feel..." She actually moans aloud now, giving in to the urge to run her hands up her belly and squeeze her own breasts through her coat and blouse, making herself gasp and inhale more of the gas. She actually begins to smile now, her expression and body language relaxing as she writhes in place gently, hips shifting back and forth as if to the beat of unheard music. "Yeees... yes, it feels so gooooood..."\n\n"Don't you just feel your worries and fears melting away?" you continue as you approach her, watching her undulate gently in place as she unbuttons her suit jacket and slides her hands along her hips. "Feel them melting away from your warm, happy place like snow, washing away foibles like shame and morals with them," you add, giving her one last good stream in the face. "Feel it seeping inside you, settling deep into your brain, so that it never goes away completely?"\n\n"Ohhh yes, yes, I feel it," she groans, turning her glazed eyes on you almost worshipfully as she smiles, the sheer unhindered brightness of the expression dropping at least fifteen years off her age. "It feels so good to just relax, not worry about anything, like doing almost anything would just be fun and sexy."\n\n"Oh, it will, it will, don't worry," you assure her. "So, to that end..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... let's spread the love."|GasGwyn]]\n\n[["... let's fuck."|GasGwyn3x2]]

Well, even if she spit in it or something, it's a small price to pay for social climbing. Besides, it's not the worst thing you'd have experienced at the hands of a rival Alpha Bitch. Nodding, you accept the plate and set it in front of you. "Thanks a lot, Karasu-san, I appreciate it."\n\nKarasu actually seems to start a little, glancing at you, then looking away and blushing even worse, grumbling about getting the rice as she heads back into the kitchen. Once she's returned and settled down, everyone starts helping themselves and eating. You pop one of the pieces of sushi into your mouth and almost choke after you bite down... because you're just that shocked at how good it is. "Oh my Goooood," you moan almost orgasmically, letting your eyes roll up. \n\n"I know right?!" Akira chirps, practically bouncing in place. "Karasu-chan is just the best in the kitchen she's like the best cook ever she does everything great but she's so good at sushi it's amazing that's what she calls an Akira Roll too she made it because she knows I like both soft and crunchy so it's got avocado and grilled shrimp in it and all the flavors come together perfect and it's the best ever!"\n\nYou glance at Karasu, who's steadily let her head sink down as if trying to hide in the collar of her open coat, her shaggy bangs covering her eyes and her face almost as red as said coat. ... Hm. Loathe as you are to give up a piece of the godlike sushi, you're pretty sure you can cinch this with one single action. So you hold the plate out to Akira. "Here, have one, then."\n\n"OHGOSHTHANKSOHMYGOSHYAY!" Akira snags one of the pieces of sushi and pops it in her mouth, squealing happily and squirming around in place. Karasu gives you such a gooey expression it's almost sickening... you feel a weird warm sensation somewhere low in your chest for a moment, before deciding that it must just be happiness at finding some really good leverage. Akira is so clearly Karasu's weak spot. You finish off the sushi and start trying the rest. It's... different than you got in the sort of general 'Asian' restaurants back home, but you're surprised how much of it you like without reservations. Still, as you're eating, you can't help but let your gaze wander around the table.\n\n"You may as well ask," Misaki says simply, almost making you jump a little.\n\n"A-ask what?"\n\n"Heheh, lookin' at our tits, huh?" Katsuko chirps, leaning her shoulders back and causing her large breasts to look like they might pop out of her half-zipped vest. "Nothing to be ashamed about, it's kinda a visual feast around here!"\n\nBlushing and indulging in giving the redhead a withering look, you finally huff and nod. "Okay so what's up with that? All of you are like... I mean... the next smallest after me is Kagura-sensei and she's like an American DD-cup!"\n\n"Mine are bound down," Kagura notes cheerfully, almost making you spit-take the mouthful of tea you'd taken after your mini-rant.\n\n"There's something that we kunoichi do called 'Opening the Gate' as part of our early training," Misaki says with a bit of a blush of her own. "While there are many sorts of effects it can have, one of the most common is... at least some amount of breast growth."\n\n"There's some who say the bigger the titties the more spiritual power you've got, but that ain't always so," Katsuko says, sitting back on her hands and grinning. "Like, Misaki-chan's are a centimeter bigger than mine without her bra, but I've got more spiritual power."\n\n"<i>Thank</i> you, Katsuko," Misaki mutters icily.\n\n"You'll probably manage to open your Gate as part of your training beginning tomorrow, it should happen naturally enough," Kagura-sensei chimes in.\n\n"... The Fire Ritual?" you ask, feeling yourself pale a little.\n\nKagura frowns, shooting a look at Akira, who winces and grins sheepishly. But then Kagura nods. "That's right. The first part will be an endurance test that will force your body to its limits, so that you can break those limits. The next part will be an intense skill challenge that will force you through reaction and necessity to learn the basic martial arts skills that you need. The third will be a challenge of the spirit, to set you on a path to strength of will. I have no doubt you will be capable of surviving and coming out of this training a ninja already fit to be part of the First Class with these other four, Layla, but for tonight, you should get some rest."\n\nAfter dinner you're shown to the sliding door that closes your room off from the common room. It's not very big, really just enough room for a decently-sized futon, a low desk and a cushion to sit on it with, some shelves and a trunk. You check the trunk and find a selection of your clothes... the best better be in good storage nearby, dammit! But with a sigh and too much on your mind to fuss over it, you change for sleep and retire.\n\nYou wake up to find someone crouched over you. You start to yelp, before Katsuko's voice comes with a whispered, "Hey, hey, it's okay! Sssshhh! It's just me! And I didn't come to molest you!" She pauses, then sits up a bit, grinning broadly and wiggling her fingers. "Though I can totally molest you if you're okay with that."\n\nOnce your hand has impacted her cheek and left a faintly visible slap mark in the dimness, she continues in the same cheerful tone as if never having been interrupted. "Anyway I came to help you out. The Fire Ritual is some really tough stuff. I had to do it a year ago because I got really sick and had to take like eight months off of training completely." You're surprised at the sincerity in her voice when she says, "It was tough for me and I'd been training as a shinobi since I was ten. I'm worried about you. So here, look." She holds up a small white plastic bottle. "Back before I did the Flame Ritual, a Cave Shinobi who was a friend of my sister gave me these. They're supposed to strengthen your spiritual power to a huge degree. I decided not to take 'em, but I bet if you did, they'd open your Gate and you'd have a lot easier time getting through the test."\n\n"What? Just take a pill and I get stronger?" You blink, then frown. "Is this like steroids where I'm gonna wind up looking like a pro-wrestler who turns to porn and has to star in superhero parodies where she plays She-Hulk?"\n\n"Um." Katsuko glances at the bottle. "... To be honest I dunno. These are... actually a forbidden item," she admits, wincing a little. "I really shouldn't even have 'em, I could get in big trouble, but y'know, one of the Truisms of Shinobi says 'A forbidden item is just a necessary item that hasn't been held in a true time of need'. Do you want 'em?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|MeanNinja]]\n\n[[Refuse, and rat her out later.|MeanNinja]]\n\n[[Refuse, but thank her.|MeanNinja]]

"Mmmmm, that does sound fuuun," Hawker almost moans, hips giving a little shimmy as you step in beside her and slip an arm around her middle. "My husband wouldn't like it much," she notes, seemingly less of a protest and more just a thought flitting through her brain. The moment she's finished saying it she's grinning and biting her lower lip, watching you with obvious excitement as you reach a hand around to unbutton and unzip her pants.\n\nYou're not too surprised by the entirely unexciting panties, nor by the fact that when you slip your gloved hand down the front of them, her bush is a thick jungle of hair. Chuckling lowly in amusement, you start stroking her pussy, watching her eyes close and her head leaned back, face flushed and looking far more attractive than the pinched expression before did as she moans out. "So what?"\n\n"Mmmm you are sooo right," she moans, arms sliding around your shoulders as she leans on you a bit, hips lightly rocking towards the strokes. The gloves are thin enough that you can feel the heat pouring off of her pussy, and the bare part of your palm has at least some sense of how wet she is. "Oh, that feels so good," she continues, watching your face with those heavy-lidded, lust-bright eyes. "Mm, I should have taken fucking cute college boys years ago," she practically purrs, licking her lips.\n\n"Good a time as any to start," you chuckle, before giving in to the urge yourself and reaching up to undo one side of your mask and let it dangle away. Immediately seizing on the invitation, Hawker mmmms and ducks her head in, thrusting her tongue into your mouth wantonly as she writhes against your hand. With your other you give the front of her blouse a few yanks, baring the plain white bra she's wearing and starting to knead one of her breasts through it, her moaning into your mouth growing louder. Her kiss grows steadily more wanton, dragging licks over your lips and sucking on your own tongue, and from the way she moans and quivers you're fairly sure you bring her off twice before she pulls back. Her smile is lazy and relaxed as she sheds her clothes with quick, smooth efficiency, shamelessly baring herself right there in the hallway. Her breasts are of a nice size but have lost a bit of volume and gained some droop over the years, and her crotch does indeed bear a real, well, bear of a black bush. But as she goes to her knees in front of you and undoes your pants, you take a good look down her back and see that she still has a fantastic ass. Nice, you think with a lazy smile of your own as she frees your prick and slides her mouth over it, pleasure-glazed eyes rolled up to look at your face as you fasten your mask back into place.\n\nIt feels wonderful, of course... the pleasure added to the constant gentle thrum of your 'natural high' feels fantastic, but the calm it imbues you with gives you enough distance to just watch her as she works, slipping it out of her mouth to run her tongue and lips down the sides, brushing her fingertips along the other side to help hold it in place. You bet it's been a long time, if ever, since she's sucked her husband off with the same enthusiasm you muse as she slides the tip back into her mouth and then pushes down, wiggling her head and working until she's deepthroated it all the way, then bobbing her head along it more eagerly. You lightly tug the fasteners of her bun free and give it a shake, spilling her hair free to fall down around her shoulders, and then lightly beginning to thrust towards the motions of her mouth. Yes, you definitely doubt that he's ever face-fucked her, you think at her slightly desperate quagging, but from the flushed look on her face and her hips bucking and writhing, in her current state she's definitely enjoying it.\n\nEventually at your nudge she pulls away, apparently quick to gather your reason as she turns and leans forward onto her hands, breasts dangling down and her luscious MILFy ass raised up eagerly. Settling to your knees behind the high-addled Professor, you use a hand to rub the tip of your cock up and down along her fur-covered pussylips a few times before sliding inside of her. The married woman moans happily as your bare prick slides deep into her pussy, and you waste no time grabbing her waist and starting to fuck her as she squeals and shakes her hips eagerly. Watching her plump but perfect rear jiggle with the impact of your hips is quite nice, and her tits shaking below her is... hm, well, pretty good, but why not make it a little better? Shifting your hands to her rear and shallowing your thrusts a bit (but making them faster at the same time), you squeeze her butt at the same time you're sending commands through your gloves, preparing a bit of a dose for you and one for her.\n\nA fresh cloud of pale pink vapor emits from your vents as you switch back to fucking her more deeply and hard, Hawker's natural squeals and moans sucking the stuff into her lungs, not that you think she'd hesitate to inhale it deliberately at this point. As you watch, her breasts appear to swell slightly, their motion changing as they firm up again... not actually becoming larger (well, <i>much</i> larger), but once again high and proud, their motion more like quick bouncy jiggles than loose swaying. The impact of your hips on her ass starts causing similarly more tight, hyper jiggling with every impact as her skin clears and here and there bits of her body tighten and firm up. Even those slight wrinkles disappear from around her mouth and eyes as her fucking back against you becomes more energetic, her voice clearer and more eager as she moans out, "Mmm, fuck, your cock is so good, mmm, fuuuck!"\n\nIt's not that you've made her younger, necessarily, just healthier, more vital... well, six of one, half a dozen of the other. Of course her increased energy and eagerness to fuck her hairy cunt onto your prick might have to do with it swelling up bigger and harder inside of her. Giving yourself perfect health as well has, of course, enhanced your blood flow and overall bodily efficiency, making your prick about as long and thick and throbbing as it's capable of getting as she coats it with a dripping layer of girlcum repeatedly, until you grunt and start pumping your load into her, leaving her churning the wetness into cream as she just keeps thrusting back against you. \n\nAfter awhile (and two more loads) she pulls off and turns to flump onto her back, giggling lightly as she tucks a hand between her legs to stroke and rub at her thoroughly creampied pussy, her fingers smearing cum into the damp curls and across the golden glint of her wedding ring. "Mmmm, that was so wonderful," she murmurs, smiling lazily up at you. "I can't wait to see what other fun we'll have. So what are we doing next...?"\n\nGood question. You suppose the two of you will be...\n\n<hr>\n[[... leaving this place.|GasGwyn]]\n\n[[... taking over this place.|GasGwyn]]

"So, wait... I get innate power so I can make sure and make Lauriel suffer, <i>today</i>, I become a powerful demon and like live forever... and I'm supposed to pick another option?" you ask, honestly a bit flummoxed.\n\nThe demoness throws back her head and laughs. "Shit, I actually really like you! Once you have gone full demon, come look me up, huh?" She smirks again as she says, "But before that, I've gotta give you the original influx of power. So..." She uses one hand to give her limp, horselike cock a shake. "Get over here and get this down your throat, cutie."\n\n"... Er..." You blink, drawing back a bit more from her, or at least as much as you can when you're still backed against the shelves.\n\n"What, you think I've got this thing just for looks? You're gonna hafta learn to get over that hesitancy. Demons do most of their exchanging of power, and a lot of other things, with sex. So I'm gonna blast a nice, big load of cum in your cute little belly, and that will get you started on your change."\n\nSwallowing heavily, you slowly nod, before sinking to your knees in front of her. Still a little hesitantly, you draw your hands away from covering yourself and rest them lightly on her thighs instead, jerking just a little at how warm they are, and the slightly odd texture of her skin. You wrap one hand tentatively around her fat shaft, beginning to stroke it... and actually starting to feel a little annoyed as it flops and wobbles around. "Er... am I not pretty, or something?" you ask, glancing up with a frown.\n\nShe snickers. "Nice thing about being a demon, you have almost total control over what your body does. I like the feel of it when someone swallows my limp prick all the way down to the balls."\n\nYour eyes widen, looking at her length. Down to the balls?! It's already longer and thicker than any penis you've ever seen! Nevertheless, it's clear that's what she wants, so after swallowing hard you nod and use both hands to finagle the thick, wobbling thing up to your lips. You press against it, but find it won't quite slip inside... not until you take some time to wash your tongue over it, spit-shining the broad, almost flat head, shivering at the strange, almost berry-like taste of it. It feels... strangely good, just tonguing it, and before you know it you're moving your head to drag your lips and tongue along the sides, letting it drape over your shoulder. Then you remember you have a goal... a rather hefty one... and shift back to the tip, taking another deep breath.\n\nThis time the slicked-up head of her prick compresses just enough to push past your lips and pop into your mouth, completely filling it. Actually, it feels like your jaw is stretching around the girth of her shaft already! Gulping and quagging, you start pushing your head forward as well as using both hands to push the limp horseprick further past your lips, your throat gradually bulging up bit by bit with it. You can't help but glance up at her face, seeing those yellow-in-black eyes gazing back down at you, barely visible between the massive mountains of her tits. "Good, good, keep going, I know you can do it!"\n\nYou're not sure about that, it seems like you're only halfway down, and you're already starting to feel short of breath. But the promise of power and vengeance urges you on, and you start pushing more and more of it into your face with both hands, until finally you have to move them back to her hips and just shove your head forward. Finally, with your vision starting to blur some around the edges and your eyes watering, your stretched taut lips bump against the root of her prick, your chin pressed to her massive purple sack.\n\n"Gooood girl," the demoness coos. "Okay, here we go."\n\nInstantly her prick goes hard. In a matter of only a second or two it goes from long and fat and limp to much longer, much wider, and throbbingly stiff, your throat bulging obscenely with the added girth. Your eyes roll up in your head as the sensation couples with some other shift in her prick makes you start instantly cumming, your body twitching and jerking with the intensity of your orgasms even as she begins flooding your stomach with infernal sperm. Your flat belly grows steadily rounder, bulging out with the sheer amount of demon jizz being pumped into it, all the while with you bucking and twisting your hips futilely as your pussy spatters girlcum all over your thighs and the floor. After somewhere between an eternity and twenty seconds, the demoness puts her hand on your head and shoves you back, her spit-shined shaft sliding smoothly out of your stretched lips, the bulge of it and the thicker outline of the flare receding up between your tits and throat, until it finally pops out of your mouth, splattering your face before you topple heavily to the ground, limp and gurgling, body still twitching.\n\n"Enjoy your new life, kid," the demoness says as your consciousness rapidly fades. "And remember, come look me up when you're a full demon. I shouldn't be too hard for you to find."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|MeanLove3x5]]

You decide to wander around the house. You haven't been here in years, when you were younger and your parents kept you on a pretty tight leash for fear of you knocking over something valuable... they respected your independence, but they also respected other peoples' property, after all. Now would be a prime opportunity to really take a look around on your own for the first time and get a look at the place's contents. There's always a sense of excitement being in a strange house, after all, the thought of exploring a bit only heightens it.\n\n<b>[[The Curio Room|Camping10x1]]</b>: Like a little miniature museum, and your grounds for thinking Aunt Kelly must be some sort of art dealer. It's full of interesting little pieces of art from all over the world. You could barely even see most of it when you were here last, now would be a great chance to take an up-close look.\n\n<b>[[Aunt Kelly's Room|Camping11x1]]</b>: You've always liked your aunt, but you have to admit that she's rather a figure of mystery to you. After all, you only even <i>suspect</i> what her job is. Maybe taking a peek into her own inner sanctum would give you a few more clues.\n\n<b>[[The Basement|Camping12x1]]</b>: You seem to recall there being a basement entrance in the kitchen. You were never allowed down there when you were a kid, which of course makes it all the more alluring. It's probably just a bar or pool table or something, but hey...\n\n<b>[[Kennels|Camping]]</b>: Aunt Kelly keeps a lot of dogs on the property. You like dogs, why not go out and see the puppies?

"Iiiii really don't think I should," you murmur, holding up your hands. "I really do appreciate the offer, honestly, just, y'know... I mean..."\n\nErrana sighs as you continue trying to be polite with your refusal, raising a hand and waving it. "Alright, alright. I'm disappointed, dear, not crushed." Then, slowly, that slightly wicked smile returns, and a sparkle in her dark eyes that makes you simultaneously unsure if you've made the right choice and very sure that you have. "Still, perhaps we'll see you again sometime soon, hm? Come along, Svarog," she adds, turning and walking off, full rear swaying almost hypnotically, big dog padding along next to her.\n\nDeciding that maybe chatting up strangers in the park isn't such a good idea after all, you make your way back home and hop back on the computer, where things make sense and anyone inviting you to go swimming naked is probably doing it on a life sim game. Later that night, you're chatting on the phone with your friend Leslie as you get ready for bed. "-than her head, seriously."\n\n"Geez, can you even imagine the back problems?" Leslie replies, and you can almost hear her shaking her head.\n\n"She didn't seem to have many issues, she was jogging along just fine. Weirdest thing was I think they were real." You pause, then add, "Okay, maybe not the weirdest thing. Her dog had <i>red</i> eyes, for serious, Leslie."\n\n"What, like it caught some light and reflected, or it was angry? That happens with a lot of animals, doesn't it?"\n\n"No, I mean it had red eyes like Huskeys have blue ones," you correct, holding the phone against the side of your head with your shoulder as you tug on the pair of black drawstring pants you often sleep in.\n\n"Whoa, that <i>is</i> weird."\n\n"And when I left it was all 'Maybe we'll see you again soon'," you add, hitting speakerphone so that you can toss the phone on the bed and still hear it while changing shirts.\n\n"Stalker-y."\n\n"Maybe." You finish tugging the purple tanktop down, then pick the phone up and switch it back to normal. "It was more the look in her eyes when she said it than the words. I dunno, maybe I was just being paranoid or something because the offer to go skinny-dipping came out of nowhere."\n\n"Well, let me know if anything weird happens, okay?" Leslie replies, the frown audible in her voice. "Let's hook up tomorrow and hang out, anyway. If you're so bored that you're talking to strangers, obviously I haven't been doing my job as a friend."\n\nYou laugh a bit. "Yeah, okay. I'll head over to your place once I get up, then. Seeya then."\n\n"Seeya."\n\nYou click the phone off, then set it on your nightstand and flop into bed. Well, at least you got a very mildly interesting story to tell out of today. Not much more than that, though, despite Leslie's worrying. You're pretty sure, anyway. It certainly doesn't stop you from falling asleep pretty easily.\n\n<hr>\n[[That night...|GGDog4x2]]

"I... okay?" You nod after a moment. Aren't ninjas like... accountable to no one? If you could be trained to do stuff like they can in movies, at the very worst you could always become like the greatest catburglar ever, right? You nod slowly, looking around. The area seems to be decorated much like the one above, just a lot bigger and more lived-in, obviously serving as a kind of dorm common room. "Thank you?"\n\n"Huhuhu, if you want to thank me, I could give you a few things to thank me for," Katsuko chirps, holding up her hands and wiggling her fingers again, only to yelp as Misaki flicks her thumb against the hilt of her katana hard enough that the butt of it impacts Katsuko's, well, buttcheek. "YEEP! Hey quit that, you're abusing a national treasure!"\n\n"Do you mean yourself, or your rear?" Misaki asks blandly, quirking an eyebrow.\n\n"Both! Of course it's both!"\n\n"In any event, I'll take a few moments to explain some things," Kagura says, stepping forward. "First of all, until you graduate, you're not allowed to mingle with any of the regular Meinubureiku students. You can't be seen coming or going from the school and you should never tell anyone you go here or are part of the Meinubureiku Stealth Elite, unless you know they're another ninja. Otherwise you're allowed to have a normal life as you see fit when you're not training or studying. There are two kinds of ninjas... Sky Shinobi, who work selflessly for what we see as the greater good and try to apply a strict moral code to our conduct, and Cave Shinobi, who are often for hire and will do whatever it takes to accomplish their mission. Obviously it's not as simple as 'good' and 'evil' or we'd call them that... Sky Shinobi are, after all, still ninjas and can be ruthless or even cruel in carrying out what's necessary, and there's nothing to say that Cave Shinobi aren't breaking laws and taking jobs that benefit the peace and happiness of mankind."\n\nYou had to suppress a little gag at the word 'selflessly', but do your best just to look curious as you glance around at the other students again. "So... which are you guys?"\n\n"Officially we are neither until we graduate," Misaki explains after glancing at and receiving a nod from Kagura. "We are 'Daichinin'... Earth Ninja, who have not yet either ascended to the sky or descended to the caves. Meinubureiku is overseen by the Moya Clan, which is Sky Shinobi and where many of us intend to join after graduation, but it is common for a skilled Daichinin to be offered membership in multiple clans, both Sky and Cave. It is a choice you should give careful and long thought."\n\n"Like Misaki-chan here, she was raised by members of the Kasumi Clan!" Katsuko chirps, patting a hand on the now slightly-annoyed-looking Misaki's shoulder. "They're a super old Japanese family that goes by a different name in public and owns like a tenth of the island or something and maybe as much of America!"\n\n"Thank you, Katsuko-san, that is quite enough," Misaki says coolly, while you're instantly starting to wonder how you can get on her good side and maybe get invited to join this Kasumi Clan.\n\n"In any event, Akira, Misaki, why don't you show Layla around while Katsuko and I get her room ready?" Kagura suggests. "And Karasu-san can get started on a celebratory dinner!"\n\n"Hmph." The big girl scowls darkly at you, then turns and heads for the kitchen. You really aren't entirely sure about anything she cooks for you... if she gives you something especially for you, you need to figure out a way to politely refuse. Or at least get someone else to eat some first.\n\nMisaki and Akira show you around the network of surprisingly clean and well-lit underground tunnels that lead to other parts of the campus that are apparently specially set aside just for Stealth Elite training and which lead to places like a full dorm (where the less-elite of the Elite apparently live), a large sports field, several dojos, and a shrine tucked away in some wooded hills. Of course by the time you get back you're already exhausted from all that walking, and trying not to stagger as you follow the two through the tunnel back to the elite dorm.\n\n"Gosh Layla-chan you don't look so good," Akira says in a worried tone, reaching out to rest a hand on your back. "I guess you really will have a lot of catchup training to do huh I bet Kagura-sensei's gonna tell you that you'll go through the Fire Ritual."\n\n"F-Fire Ritual?" You reeeally don't like the sound of that.\n\n"It is a very intense week-long training regimine designed to help ninja who are recovering from wounds or long periods of inactivity to take the rust off their skills," Misaki says slowly. "For someone with your natural talent it would be a way to bring you up to the basic skill level of the rest of us very quickly... assuming you survive of course."\n\n"ASSUMING?!" you yelp.\n\n"Eheheh Layla-chan calm down calm down I'm sure you'll be fine I'm sure Kagura-sensei wouldn't really let anything happen to you or anything like that," Akira tries to assure you as she pushes open the section of wall that the tunnel ends at and walks back into the dorm room, breaking into a jog and going ahead at the smell that hits all three of you. "Hurray Karasu-chan's cooking!"\n\nApparently noticing you hesitate, Misaki leans in and murmurs, "If you're worried about your confrontation earlier, don't. Karasu takes a great deal of pride in her cooking... a <i>great deal</i>. My advice is to be very courteous and see if it begins mending any rifts that have begun."\n\nYou nod slowly, mostly because you're still hoping to get on Misaki's good side, and follow her over to the table. Picking a seat well away from Katsuko, you settle to sit on your heels like the rest, looking over the selection of very Japanese food and having to admit that it all smells really good. Karasu walks over, setting down a platter of fried vegetables with one hand, then eyeing you and holding out a plate of sushi. "... Here," she grumbles. "To celebrate you becoming a ninja. ... That's an important thing for anyone, you deserve something nice," she adds, glancing away as she says it, cheeks coloring a little.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|MeanNinja1x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|MeanNinja]]

Your face flushes again, but this time you can't help but give a bit of a smug grin back as you continue on over to the dark-eyed woman, looking up at her with her hair loose and spilling around her shoulders today. You keep your eyes on her face as you draw up in front of her, leaning up to slide your hands along her inner thighs and then around and up to the back as you bring your mouth to her pussy, starting to lick and suck at her lower lips.\n\n"Mmmm, yes, you're being a <i>very</i> good girl," Errana coos, reaching down to stroke your hair like she might pet Svarog. It sends an odd little thrill through you thinking of that, especially when it helps remind you of Svarog there, next to you, waiting. Still, there's the matter at hand, or tongue rather, to attend to, and you slide your tongue up between Errana's plump outer lips, starting to taste her arousal thicker and headier on your tongue as you ply your mouth over her. Her hand continues to stroke your hair, the big-breasted beauty making soft, encouraging songs as you slowly and almost reverently eat her out, those dark eyes fixed on you with an ever-growing sense of approval that stirs something eager and hot in your chest.\n\nEventually, when your lower face is veritably covered in her juices, she lets out a sweet sigh and nudges you away. "Mmm, let's continue this somewhere a bit more comfortable, shall we?" She gestures for you to stand and pulls you in, giving you a kiss that's both brief and intense, letting you fondle her tits as she sucks her juices off your tongue. Then she takes you by the hand and leads you into the nearby living room where she sinks onto a low couch and leans back, spreading her legs to you again in obvious invitation. Once more you settle onto all fours, moving in to start sucking at her plump pussylips and tonguing her pucker again. An excited quiver runs through her body when amidst her soft cooing and leisurely moans Errana says, "Svarog, mount."\n\nThis time you're ready for the big dog to heft himself onto your back, but there's still no way to really be prepared for the feeling of being so utterly overwhelmed by his size and strength and power, especially once he stuffs his cock into you. At a murmured word from Errana he begins pumping, still a quick, somehow distinctly bestial gait, and yet slower and more deliberate than yesterday, letting you feel every throbbing, powerful inch of the canine cock stretching and claiming your teenage cunt. You cum after only a few strokes, the sense of relief and desire that washes through you translating into an even greater desire to pleasure Errana's absolutely delicious sex, working your tongue over her pussy in eagerness to please.\n\nIt feels like Svarog fucks you for almost an hour, his swollen knot repeatedly thumping against your pussylips after some time and constantly teasing you that he might stuff it inside again. Errana eventually says another word and you whimper a bit as Svarog slips out of you, his cock dropping and dripping with your arousal as it leaves your pussy gaped open slightly. Errana slips forward and turns, settling onto her own knees and bending forward over the couch, reaching back with one hand, fingers pressing into the soft curve of her ass as she pulls her buttock to the side, displaying her pucker to you. Taking the hint of where she wants you to focus your attention, you lean forward, letting her generous asscheeks press around your face as you start swirling your tongue around her asshole, flicking it and slurping it. Errana coos, then says, "Svarog, rear mount."\n\nYou really should have known what that probably meant, and yet you're completely unprepared as the big beast shifts on your back and then stuffs his cock into your ass. Your eyes roll as your previously virgin hole is stretched around him, your whole body bucking and twitching with the intensity of the sensation (and incidentally shoving your own tongue about as deep as it will go into Errana's ass). This time he resumes fucking you hard and fast, the size of his prick and the force of his fucking rather quickly churning your tight, barely-yielding passage into a soft, eager hole that gets stuffed with his knot after only a few minutes of the frenzied fucking. Your eyes roll up again, this time almost completely, as that huge bulge of flesh settles itself inside you, your body quivering as he starts flooding you with his cum, your tongue-worship of Errana's asshole happening on almost autopilot this time.\n\nThis time Errana doesn't have him turn, instead leaving the big, furry beast looming over you, panting and half-growling softly as he spends the next hour steadily spilling cum into your ass, aware of every movement of his chest against your bare back and huff of hot breath across your head. Every so often Errana will give a soft command that you quickly learn to understand means to lean your head down and attend to her pussy for awhile while Svarog takes over washing his broad, flat tongue over her asshole. But all good things come to an end, and finally the long session of occasional orgasms and dutiful serving Errana with your tongue comes to an end as Svarog pulls out of you, leaving you to gasp at the sudden empty feeling mingled with the sensation of cum gushing out and down over your pussy. You reach down, running your hand over your belly, feeling how it's rounded out slightly from the sheer amount of dog jizz you've had pumped into you.\n\n"Mm, aren't you a little treasure," Errana coos, turning and settling to sit on the couch again. She draws you up against her front to kiss you, once again letting you fondle her tits almost worshipfully with your hands as she gently teases at your own breasts and sides and butt with gentle strokes of her hands. But soon she draws back from the kiss and eyes you thoughtfully. "Mm. It's obvious that you love getting a good hard fucking from Svarog, my dear, but tell me... what's your favorite part of it? Why do you love it so much?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You get to serve her.|GGDog]]\n\n[[You get to live a life like hers.|GGDog3x10]]\n\n[[It's like she's fucking you.|GGDog]]\n\n[[You like the obedience.|GGDog]]\n\n[[You like being her bitch.|GGDog]]

"Hunh." You let the pendant drop so that you're holding it by the fairly thin gold chain it's attached to. It's a dragon, curled around and caught mid-roar, wings extended, with little ruby flecks for eyes and a handful of other small gemstones and flakes along its back. Honestly if it wasn't of such obvious quality (in both materials and rendering) it would look a lot like something that you could buy in any store aimed at edgy and/or starry-eyed teenagers. You didn't even notice it amongst all the larger and more elaborate pieces of jewelry in there. It seems sort of... puny... in comparison. ... But it's still really pretty, and you find yourself bringing it up to loop the chain over your head without even really thinking about it.\n\n'It being so small and not standing out just means Liam's less likely to miss it, after all,' you muse as you tuck it under your shirt, somehow feeling comforted by the light press of it against your skin.\n\nYou return to your dorm room, and, well... life goes on. Or school life starts, anyway. You start to settle into a routine of classes, studying, and hanging out, mostly with Allen. Interestingly enough you feel a lot more comfortable in your own skin lately... a bit more confident, a bit less concerned about what people think of you. Maybe it was your daring "heist" that gave you the confidence boost, or maybe it's that you're doing well in your classes. In fact you're doing so well in your mathematics class that your professor took you aside and suggested you start aiming for an economics major. Somehow the thought of all those numbers, figuring out where all that money was going, harnessing the power of how to direct it, seemed really appealing and you agreed, shifting some of your classes for next semester around. With that in mind you start making a few small investments, tentatively feeling your way into the market and feeling pleased when it turns out you have a knack for it. You're even confident enough to start approaching girls... you haven't had a lot of <i>success</i> there, but no horrible shoot-downs either (or at least nothing that stung quite so much as Maria's). Still, their replies seem to be getting warmer as time goes on... maybe it's that confidence, huh?\n\nOne afternoon you're lounging in your desk chair, just looking at your bank account balance and appreciating it, when Allen comes in. "Hey, that what you're wearing tonight?" he asks in a largely neutral tone as he moves to his closet, pulling off his shirt.\n\n"Hm? Tonight?" You close the browser window and turn in your chair to face him.\n\n"I could've sworn I mentioned it. Oh well, yeah, there's a big thing tonight, bonfire party on the green of the old campus. There's gonna be dancing, music, drinking, probably some debauchery in the woods." He chuckles, then gives a quiet 'ah'. "Oh yeah, and a casino set up in one of the old dorm buildings that's not in active use. It's not supposed to use actual money or anything, but you know how it is, 'supposed to'," he chuckles. "You're gonna come, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, dancing and drinking, you say?|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Hm, debauchery, you say?|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Hm, gambling, you say?|GwynLiam4x4]]\n\n[[Hm, a night alone in the room, you say?|GwynLiam]]

Well. Clearly you need some more of what you got the other day, if that's what it takes to scratch the itch. Getting up you head in to get showered and dressed, this time bothering to put on some nicer panties and bra, since you're pretty damn sure you're going to be seen in them this time. Once more clad in t-shirt and jeans and said items beneath, you head off to retrace your steps back to Errana's house. Soon you're standing in front of it and reach out to ring the bell, shifting nervously in place. After a few seconds, the speaker below the button buzzes softly before Errana's voice issues forth.\n\n"Oh, good morning, dear. It's good to see you back again."\n\n"Well, I said I would be." You grin at the little glossy thing above the button you assume is the camera.\n\n"Mm, so you did. But then, I also said I was going to punish you a bit for denying me what I wanted." Once again you feel that mingling of excitement and fear at the tone of her voice, before she continues. "Let's see. If you want to come in and get fucked some more, dear, let's start with you getting undressed."\n\n"... I mean, I kind of figured." Your grin grows a bit nervous as you glance at the door, waiting for it to open.\n\n"Oh, no, dear. I mean right where you are. Get undressed on the porch."\n\nYou blink, looking at the camera, then around. The porch area in front of the door is slightly enclosed... but only inasmuch as it has short walls on either side. From the front, and that includes a fairly wide area, there's absolutely no cover. There's at least four, maybe five houses that have a lot of windows in view. "Um. But... somebody could see."\n\n"Yeeees, I imagine they might, couldn't they?" Errana chuckles softly over the speaker. "Just about anyone could be watching you strip right there on my porch, outer layer first, showing off whatever pretty lingerie you've worn for me today, then taking that off before getting down on your hands and knees... just to make it absolutely clear you are here to get fucked, obviously. So, get to it, love, if you want to have fun today."\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|GGDog3x8]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGDog]]

Part of you is screaming not to do it, but the rest of you is absolutely intoxicated. "Yes, Mistress," you murmur, reaching out to take hold of the collar and bring it up to your neck, swinging it closed in back. There's a faint hiss, and when you reach back to touch the smooth metal you find no trace of the 'teeth' of it that were meant to fit together. It's completely solid... and irremovable. \n\nBut that's just fine, isn't it? You're your Mistress's property after all. You smile pleasantly at your owner as she gives a soft, rather derisive chuckle.\n\n"Why are you still wearing clothes, slave?" she asks, humor in her tone with just a faint thread of of chastisement.\n\n"I-I'm so sorry, Mistress!" you stammer, hurrying to yank off your shirt and throw it away, struggling out of your bra so quickly you more bend the hooks than undo them. You similarly yank at the clasps of your skirt rather than properly undoing them, letting it drop, your C-cups jiggling lightly with your motions as you follow up by bending over and shoving your thigh-highs down. "I apologize, I'll never wear clothes again," you murmur shamefacedly.\n\n"No, you won't. Still, you were for a few moments there so you'll need to be punished." Lauriel drifts back over to her chair and settles gracefully into it, then pats her bare thighs. "Come on then."\n\nFlushing, you nevertheless hurry over to her and move to lay down across her lap, your bare stomach across her thighs and your tits pressing against the side of one. Lauriel's fingers brush feather-soft down the length of your spine, making you shiver at how delicate the sensation is... and then you yelp as her hand abruptly draws back and then snaps forward to swat your ass so fast that the suddenness alone almost takes your breath away, but not before you let out a loud yelp.\n\n"That is <i>not</i> the correct response," Lauriel scolds, bringing her hand back and delivering another, harder spank to your bare ass.\n\nSomehow you manage to choke back the yelp this time. You haven't been told the proper response, though! Going with the one that seems natural to your obedience-addled brain you blurt, "Thank you, Mistress!"\n\nThat was apparently the right response, though, as Lauriel's only response is to continue spanking you, making you jolt against her lap and gasp out another rush of gratitude for being punished. "Such a naughty slave, acting like a person for even a second," the elf practically purrs, pausing briefly to press her fingers into your stinging pink rump and make you whimper softly before delivering the next slap. "Aren't you glad I'm correcting you?"\n\n"Yes Mistress! Thank you, Mistress!" you moan out, rubbing your thighs together and hoping your pussy won't drip on anything Lauriel considers more valuable than you.\n\nEventually when your ass is practically glowing red, even rounder and more pert than usual from the spanking, Lauriel commands you to stand, and follow her to her bedroom. There she has you lay on her back on her bed, leaving a feeling of honor to flow through you, even moreso as she climbs up onto the bed as well and straddles her face, lowering her pussy firmly onto your mouth. Of course you begin to lick and suckle at her perfect, smooth lips, her taste familiar now and far sweeter and more nourishing than the little bit of wine you got. Lauriel at first plays with your tits and rubs your belly as you eat her out, her strong, nimble fingers tweaking your nipples and tugging at them to stretch your breasts, or teasing into the impression of your navel. But eventually she seems to become bored of that and simply rests her hands on her thighs, occasionally grinding her pussy against your face with slow, methodical rolls of her hips, or shifting the angle of them to press her perfectly firm-yielding asscheeks more around your face to urge your licking and sucking to her pale puckered asshole instead.\n\nSeveral hours later, when your jaw is aching and your tongue is almost numb, Lauriel yawns and swings herself off of you. "Go pick up the dirty clothes and put them down the laundry chute, then you may sleep on the rug next to the bed," she murmurs in a bored, sleepy tone before flopping onto her side. Ignoring your own sodden, aching cunt, you rise and move to obey.\n\nIn the morning you help your mistress dress, then do your best to prepare breakfast to her exacting specifications, receiving another spanking when the eggs are slightly overcooked and she finds a spot of black on her bacon. Ass stinging and bare, you follow her to the door where she picks up her bag.\n\n"You're to scrub the floors and windows here on the first floor by hand. That should take you through most of the first day, you're not the most domestically capable slave I've ever had," she adds with a disappointed sigh.\n\n"I-I'm sorry, Mistress," you murmur, dropping your gaze, shame and heartbreak filling you.\n\n"You are, so you will have to try and become better. Oh, and when you're cleaning the windows in my study, you are <i>not</i> to touch anything else, is that understood?" she asks in a sharp tone.\n\n"Yes Mistress, of course Mistress," you squeak, starting to tremble a little as she casts a brief glare at you. \n\n"I'll send a text precisely ten minutes before I arrive home, be on your knees and bowing to the door by then. Unless I change my mind after I send it, in which case I might be home at any time at all." Without another word, she turns and exits, leaving you to let out a sigh... you miss her already. Still, no time to dwell on that, as you instead hurry to get a bucket and cloth.\n\nBy the time you get to Mistress's study, your knees are lightly bruised and painful, and your fingertips are shriveled, the cloying scent of lemons clogging your nose. Turns out there are a lot of floors and windows on the first floor. Still, you push on, noting the tidy-yet-cluttered room as you pass through, moving past the desk set up near the center of it to start washing the windows. As you're finishing up, you glance aside and notice a set of shelves, one in particular holding a row of little shiny stone statues. They look like they've already accumulated a layer of dust. Maybe... maybe the Mistress would be pleased with you if you went the extra mile and cleaned them!\n\n<hr>\n[[Dust the figurines.|MeanLove3x2]]\n\n[[Don't.|MeanLove]]

"Please, fuck me!" you yowl as your hips jerk towards her hand with your latest orgasm, not even caring if your voice might carry to the neighbors.\n\nErrana smiles wickedly as she slips her fingers out of your pussy and brings them to her face, rolling her tongue around them. "Mmm. Glad to, treasure. Sad to say, I'm not equipped to do so at just this moment. However, I know someone who is." She gives you a few pushes and nudges, and in your climax-addled state you help her reposition you without really thinking about it, until you're on your hands and knees a few feet from the edge of the pool. Then Errana glances aside. "Svarog, mount."\n\nYour eyes are just widening as those words sink in when a heavy, furry weight settles on your back and an immense, pointed-tipped cock spears into your pussy. You cry out as the massive, powerful dog drives himself into your technically virgin pussy and then begins really <i>fucking</i> you. His thrusts shake your entire body, rocking you on your hands and knees as his hips slap against your ass, his broad furry chest and belly rubbing along your back and rear. But between all the stimulation Errana gave you and the fact that he just feels so <i>big</i> and <i>hot</i> inside you and <i>powerful</i> and <i>dominant</i> on top of you, you're soon moaning and gasping and rocking yourself back against him deliberately.\n\nErrana pushes herself up and over the edge of the pool a bit further down, water streaming down her lewdly-proportioned body as she gets out and then pads over and around where her dog is fucking your brains out. She carefully settles down to sit in front of you, then leans back on one hand and spreads her legs, grabbing your short, wet hair with the other hand and pulling you inexorably down. You go from your hands to one forearm, the other still braced against the concrete as your face is pulled down against her smooth, dripping cunt. Without hesitation, you start licking her pussy... you seriously doubt you're putting any skill into it, just frantic stimulation as Svarog's thrusts drive you forward against her, lips getting mashed up between the thick, fat, smooth lips of her pussy, driving your tongue deeper into her.\n\nYou look up at her face, seeing a smug, wicked smirk on her lips, eyes glittering almost cruelly. You understand then that Svarog may be her pet, but she's totally made you her bitch. The thought is enough to have your pussy spasming around Svarog's incredibly thick, almost burning hot cock, your most intense orgasm yet drenching his fuzzy black balls. You cry out into Errana's pussy, which you feel squeeze some around your tongue. It tastes amazing, far better than your own juices ever tasted licked off of your fingers, and you continue working it lustfully with your tongue as that veiny red dog cock pounds your own teenage hole.\n\nYou cum at least four more times and most of your face is glistening with the proof of Errana's own orgasms by the time you feel something thick hammering roughly against your entrance. Before you can focus enough to remember certain quirks of dog anatomy, Svarog's knot is shoving inside you and inflating, a vertiable flood of cum gushing inside you. You scream, your eyes rolling up and your whole body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Errana coos and pets your hair through it, watching you twitch and writhe at being knotted. After a few moments, she purrs "Turn," at the dog, and he swings his body around, shifting so that his firm, furry ass presses against your smooth girlish one, properly tied like a stud and bitch. \n\nErrana tugs you back up onto all fours, panting and shivering, and then turns around on all fours herself, gripping your hair and tugging on you again. Your face winds up buried between her big, round asscheeks, your mouth rubbing up against her pucker. Not even interested in resisting, you begin rimming her, albeit with a slightly dazed air. From the way she's moaning, there are still no complaints.\n\nYou spend the next hour while Svarog's knot stays swollen and pulsing cum inside you swirling your tongue around Errana's asshole and tonguefucking her tight rear entrance. Your belly gradually swells up with the sheer amount of dog cum being pumped inside you... nothing truly spectactular, but definitely not as flat as it was. But eventually his knot gradually deflates, and with command from Errana and a sudden tug that makes you yelp he pulls free. Dog cum splashes in a deluge from your slightly gaping pussy, hitting the tile audibly as you shiver, Errana pulling away from you and standing up, hands on her hips.\n\n"Enjoy being a bitch, dear?"\n\n"Y-... yes," you say with a shudder, a little aftershock orgasm at the admission making you moan.\n\n"Mm. How about going again, then?" That wicked smirk returns as she prowls around to the side of you. "Svarog is veritably indefatiguable, after all. I assure you that he can keep the two of us very happy for quite a long time, and the night will only... invigorate him."\n\nYou let out a low moan at the thought of being beastfucked again, one hand wandering up between your legs and slipping your fingers into yourself, feeling how he stretched you and the squelchy feeling of all that dog cum filling you. But Errana's last statement makes you glance up, seeing that the sky is orange and starting to shade to purple here and there. Damn, it's gotten late. The thought that you should be at home by now also makes you realize you've got a distinct ache in various bits of your body, indicating that you're bordering on exhausted.\n\nStill... god, it felt <i>so</i> good...\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay and get fucked again.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Leave before you're fucked the un-fun way.|GGDog3x6]]

You make a little delighted noise against Errana's lips, returning the kiss deliberately and with gusto now, sliding your arms around her and hugging her close, feeling those you, wet tits press more firmly against you, practically swallowing up your own perky little boobs. Errana's hands slip down to squeeze your ass, elliciting further noises into the kiss as she swirls her tongue around yours. She kneads your butt, long fingernails brushing against your skin, and you slide your own hands down to return the favor. You can feel your fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh of her buttocks, giving you plenty to knead, and hearing (and feeling) the older woman's moans against your lips makes your pussy quiver beneath the water.\n\nWhen Errana breaks the kiss you almost groan in disappointment, then give a yip of surprise as you're lifted up and out of the water, your ass settled on the smooth concrete lip of the pool. Then you gasp loudly as Errana moves in and starts expertly tonguing your clit while two of those long, elegant fingers slide smoothly inside you. You spread your lithe legs wider, at first leaning your head back and closing your eyes as you moan with the pleasure, then forcing yourself to look forward and down at her instead. Errana has those dark eyes rolled up to look at you, face tilted so that you can see her tonguing your button clearly, her fingers just visible sliding between your hairless pussylips below.\n\nYour chest heaves, perky teenage tits rising and falling, nipples harder than they've ever been from the combination of air hitting the cold water on them and arousal at what you're seeing. You rest a hand on Errana's head, not trying to guide her, just wanting to touch her. Your other hand braces on the textured tile surrounding the pool as you lean back some, your hips rocking gently in reflexive action as you're finger-fucked. You lean your head back again and cry out as she gets you off for the first time, her ministrations slowing as she draws out the orgasm, tongue moving in almost lazy swirls, fingers gently curling and rubbing along your inner walls.\n\nThen she picks up as you start to settle, tongue moving in quick flickers against you, occasionally ducking down to run along your labia, her fingers pumping quickly. "Oh god, fuck, oh fuck," you whimper. She raises up some, leaning in to run her tongue over one of your nipples instead, sucking it into her mouth. You bring both your hands around, feeling like you must be in heaven as you finally get to touch those tits, squeezing them and kneading them... you know you probably shouldn't be so rough, but if the way she makes a pleased sound and switches over to suckling at your other nipple is any indication, she certainly doesn't mind.\n\nShe finally straightens up completely, her other hand coming up and pulling your head to one of her breasts. Her nipple is a big, pink puffy dome atop her breast, and it almost fills your mouth as you start suckling on it, running your tongue around the thick, stiff nub at the top. You shift to the side a bit, more up on your hip, Errana continuing to finger-fuck you while you have a better angle to suckle at her breast. You slip your hand between her own legs, fingers sliding across perfectly smooth-shaven skin before slipping inside the wet, gripping heat of her pussy. "Mmm, that's right, lover," she moans out, starting to rub your clit again, this time with her thumb.\n\nYou pop her nipple out of your mouth after several minutes, panting and gasping as you lay your head atop her breast. Your body quivers as you approach another orgasm, and you whimper as Errana moans loudly, her pussy squeezing tight around your pumping fingers. "I want... I want..."\n\n"Yes, that's right, tell me what you want," she purrs in a throaty husk.\n\n<hr>\n[[I want to fuck you!|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[I want you to fuck me!|GGDog3x5]]

"Sure, I guess. I mean, thanks for the invitation, I'd like to," you answer, smiling back at her.\n\n"Lovely. Well, come along, Svarog, it seems we'll be having company." Errana gives the big dog's leash the lightest tug, and he turns to follow after her, padding along at an even pace. The three of you head out of the park and along the sidewalk, heading towards the residential area of town. You're fairly certain you witness several near-crashes as drivers get distracted by the sight of your new friend's chest hugged by all that red and black spandex. You go past your own street, up a few more, to the street where the houses are extremely spread out, and extremely large and nice. Errana's is up on a bit of a hill as well, surrounded by both a gate and the back area having a very elegant but very tall wall around it... obviously someone who values their privacy, which makes you feel a bit better due to the lack of potential for a neighbor with a telephoto lens camera.\n\nErrana opens the gate, then leads you around to a second one in the wall, apparently deciding to skip going through the house. You follow her into a back yard that truly gives meaning to the word "estate"... sprawling, with a lower wall fencing off a garden, a small secondary house (probably a poolhouse or even a guest house), a very large doghouse that obviously must belong to Svarog, and a large pool with nearby hot tub. It's decorated with several statues... pretty, young, naked people, primarily, it looks like, all of them detailed enough to make you blush a little.\n\nOf course you blush a bit more when Errana, immediately after unclipping Svarog's leash, starts stripping. Without the slightest hint of shame or modesty, she peels the stretched spandex top up and off, those magnificent breasts dropping free and swaying energetically as she gets out of the bra. They're obviously very firm and full, even if she is starting to get into the years where most women (especially with ones that big) would be drooping or losing shape. She unclips her fanny pack and just lets it drop, then pushes the exercise shorts down over the full curve of her ass, working them down to her ankles, where she unties her shoes and slips out of both them and the shorts at the same time. She takes a few steps towards the pool, tits bouncing, before glancing at you. "Well, dear? Unless you mean to swim in your clothes?" she asks, smiling again as she pulls the band out of her hair and gives her head a shake to properly free the lustrous near-blue wave.\n\n"Um, right." Well, it is just girls here. And Svarog. Determined not to be embarrassed or distracted again, you set your bag down on one of the bits of deck furniture and then pull off your shirt, your perky B-cups bared to the world. You undo your jeans and push both them and your panties down, but not quite certain you could copy her earlier act, flop your bare ass onto the textured cushion of the chair and wiggle them the rest of the way down to undo your own shoes. Piling your clothes atop your bag and dropping your sunglasses atop them, you turn at the sound of a splash, in time to see Errana emerge practically mermaid-like from the water, and then settle into doing the backstroke, tits bobbling on the surface of the water.\n\nYou hurry to the deep end of the pool and dive right in as well, leaping forward and knifing into the water. The shock of cold feels fantastic after walking all that distance in the hot sun, and helps to cool your blush a little too. When you do your own surface, water streaming from your naked skin and plastering your purple-and-blue-tipped hair against your head, you feel amazing. You start kicking about, smiling back at Errana when she grins at you, and finding Svarog laying at the edge of the pool, chin resting on one foreleg. Looks like he doesn't feel like coming in just yet.\n\nYou gradually relax completely as you swim around in the cool, clear water. You wouldn't think you could get used to being naked around a virtual stranger... one who's got a body that looks like it was made for sex, at that. But there's actually not a lot to it... the two of you swim, and chatter about idle things at each other, and even get involved in a good old-fashioned splash war at one point, both of you laughing and squealing, Svarog raising his head a bit and pricking his ears up at the sound.\n\nIt's late in the afternoon when you settle against the side of the pool in the shallow end, the water lapping about the level of your nipples. You let out a happy sigh, feeling the pleasant beginnings of tiredness in your arms and legs. This turned out to be a really good day! About the time you're thinking that, Errana wades through the water, smiling at you again... then leaning in, those big breasts pillowing against your chest as she moves to kiss you. Her tongue darts deftly into your mouth practically before you realize what's happened, teasing around your own so that you're kissing her back while your brain's still playing catch-up.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wow, this is turning out to be a GREAT day!|GGDog3x4]]\n\n[[Yeek! Unwanted kiss, ten yard penalty!|GGDog7x1]]

Sometimes looking at porn is a little bit about discovering yourself, and thus you download some stuff just to see what all the fuss is about, or see if it stirs any kind of reaction in you (other than "ew!" or "lol wut"). \n\n[[GoldenCascade-720.mp4|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Rubberized-480.mp4|GGPorn]]\n\n[[OnTheCouchHyp.webm|GGPorn]]\n\n[[YesMasterYesMistressXover.mp4|GGPorn]]\n\n[[666.mp4|GGPorn666x1]]

You follow the path you're on to where it overlooks the lower path intended for people who are jogging or running. You've actually got a pretty good view of most of the people on it from here, or at least the ones in the nearer area of the park. You discount the older people... generally suspicious of teenagers, and more likely to want to be left completely alone. Narrowing it down from that, you spot several likely petting-and-chatting (dog-and-person respectively, you mean) opportunities.\n\nFirst off are [[a couple of girls your own age|GGDog8x1]]. They don't exactly look like your crowd though... besides the fact that they're out jogging in the sunlight, they're wearing matching pink and black workout gear, with poofy socks and scrunchies holding back their exact-same-hair-dye blonde hair. Still, they're also walking a very pretty pair of dogs, so maybe they can't be all bad. \n\nThere's [[a guy|GGDog13x1]]. A very handsome guy, jogging with a very handsome German Shepherd. The kind of guy that's just old enough to likely still be interested in teenage girls without being creepy, and good-looking enough to have teenage girls be interested back. The fact that you've seen his high-tech watch advertised online for about $2,000 would indicate he's probably also loaded. Exactly the sort of guy your father would have a coronary if he ever saw you talking to (which, admittedly, kind of makes you want to do it on that alone).\n\nAnd there's [[a woman|GGDog3x2]]... dang, and how. That sports bra she's wearing must have been special ordered, her boobs are bigger than her head! The dog she's walking is almost as impressive... big, powerful-looking, and black as a midnight with no electricity and heavy cloud cover in the middle of the country. She definitely looks like a <i>memorable</i> sort to chat with, if nothing else.

"I mean if it's just talking to him about taking some more jobs, I think I can manage that right now." You shrug, dismissing the Manager's concerns as just needless worrying. So what if you're in a skirt, you're still a member of the band. As the lead singer it's <i>kind of</i> like you're the leader, and you want to show the others that you can help with getting them work, not just doing a basic job!\n\nThe Manager looks worried, but nods and beckons for you to follow, turning and heading for some stairs. It's not a huge ultra-luxury club or anything so you're not surprised that the upstairs is fairly small and not very elaborate, looking to host a handful of offices. You're shown to one that opens up to be of decent size but also fairly unadorned save for the various screens on the walls showing different club floors, including one focused on the now empty stage where you spent the night performing.\n\nThe man behind the desk is shaven-headed and large... not like sumo wrestler fat, but definitely broad and with a significant gut, despite his fairly expensive-looking (and yet somehow simultaneously cheap-seeming) suit. He's wearing a little pair of gold sunglasses and has a (currently unlit) cigar chomped between his teeth. The manager closes the door behind you as you walk in, briefly considering the black leather couch that's across from the desk before just electing to stand. "So you're Erica, hmmm?"\n\n"Yessir," you answer, giving a nod, since that is after all the name you're performing under.\n\n"You've quite the pretty and versatile voice. I can see a lot of uses for someone of your talents." You're suddenly starting to get a sense of why the manager tried to warn you off as he not-very-subtly eyes you up and down, not quite openly leering. "In fact I've got quite the sweet deal to offer you and your bandmates. I can schedule you to work any of my clubs practically whenever you want... flexible schedules, very good pay, and of course... extra bonuses for you specifically. For performance, you understand," he adds, the leer rather more open now as he strikes a match and puffs at his cigar.\n\n<hr>\n[["Well... that does sound like a sweet deal..."|CC]]\n\n[[Remind him where the name 'Honey Trap' comes from.|CC3x6]]

Yeah, this really doesn't feel right to you. Frowning, you head over towards the gate proper, stepping up close to the group. "Hey, guys, what seems to be the problem here?"\n\nAll three of them look a little bit startled at someone completely new entering the conversation, but one of the guards quickly steps in front of the merchant and turns to face you, putting his Official Face on. "None of your concern, this merchant is just refusing to pay his entry fee."\n\nThe man goes even redder in the face. "I've no problem with paying my entry fee! These men are trying to extort me! I've never been treated so rudely in all the years I've been venturing here on pilgramage!"\n\nYou glance back and forth between the two groups, trying to choose your words carefully.\n\n<hr>\n[["How much is the fee?"|GGMonk]]\n\n[["Just pay them."|GGMonk]]\n\n[["You think you're such tough guys, huh?"|GGMonk]]\n\n[["You know, I'm doing an initiation..."|GGMonk1x16]]

"Uh, you know I'm a guy, right?" It's embarrassing, but you feel a bit of need to emphasize it to him, so pinch ahold of the sides of your skirt and lift it, showing off the not exactly huge but still easily noticeable bulge in the front of your red side-tie panties. "I'm not some cute teenage girl, the outfits are just a hook for the band."\n\n"Oh, I'm fully aware," the owner chuckles, letting out a cloud of smoke as he does, the light catching on those yellow sunglasses making him look positively draconic for a moment. "I couldn't care less. I like fucking pretty things, and you, little <i>Erica</i>, are quite the catch." He pushes back some from his desk, which is essentially just a sheet of glass on four cylinders, and leans back in his chair, using the sausage-like fingers of one hand to open his fly and brazenly fish out his cock. Your eyes widen... it's, well, big, mostly in the same ways he is... broad and thick. He strokes the half-hard length as he looks at you, puffing on his cigar, apparently reveling in your shock.\n\n"W-what makes you think I'd go for that?!" you splutter, quickly dropping your skirt and taking a step back.\n\n"Simple. Like I said, I'll guarantee your band work whenever they want it. Better pay than the crap you're getting now, too. And as mentioned, you'll get a little something-something extra, for taking this something-something extra." He chuckles again as he continues stroking his cock, which has only gotten longer and fatter as it's hardened. "Depending on how good of a job you do, the benefits can <i>always</i> increase. Or, of course, you can get all huffy and march out of here, and I'll blacklist you from every single one of my clubs. And once other clubs hear that you're blacklisted somewhere else, well, they tend to think better safe than sorry and just go ahead and do the same. You'd be lucky to get a job playing Waffle House and singing 'What's New Pussycat' twenty times in a row."\n\nLooking practically drunk on his own power, the owner rests his hand back on the desk, letting his cock jut up from below his broad belly on its own now. "So, what will it be? You gonna come over here and wrap those pretty red lips around my prick, or are you going to walk out of here?"\n\n<hr>\n[[This <i>does</i> sound like a pretty good deal. ... For a lot of reasons.|CC7x1]]\n\n[[To keep everyone else from suffering, you'll have to do it.|CC3x7]]\n\n[[No way in hell and he needs a piece of your mind.|CC]]\n\n[[Just turn and walk out without a word.|CC]]

Your tired, aching body feels a little rush of exhileration at the idea of earning praise from your Mistress for going above and beyond. Snagging a clean cloth, you make your way over to the shelf and look along the row. Now let's see, start with...\n\n<hr>\n[[Rose Quartz Pig.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Beryl Wolf.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Opal Unicorn.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Amethyst Demon.|MeanLove3x3]]

You gaze out the windows of your throne room, appreciating the view of the city it provides. Taking over the tallest building there was definitely has its secondary perks along with the primary. \n\nOf course, your 'throne room' is currently a bit bare, since less than an hour ago it was simply an executive board conference room. But once you slipped in disguised as Alexa and then activated your ability, well, it became yours. Once you'd let the newly fuck-zombified executives have themselves a little good time, you had them clear out the table and chairs and bring in the comfiest chair in the building, a positively thronelike office chair you're now sprawled in, one leg folded over the other, tits brushing lightly against your thighs. Even now your pheremones are spreading out through the building's ventilation system, and you can feel more and more mental energy draining into you as every single employee and visitor in the place is overcome by the urge to fuck.\n\nYou're not exactly shocked when there's a blur of motion and one of the windows smashes in, safety glass shattering and spraying all across the rich carpet as the City Guard stops and comes to a hover, posing dramatically with arms folded over his chest, at least until he brings one forward to point at you. "I don't know what you're doing to these people, but you need to stop, right now."\n\nYou swivel your chair to face him, smiling. "Oh, it's a little late for that. The change is permanent, you see... even if I didn't absorb their mental patterns, the most anyone affected by my aura could hope for is a life of constant sexual stimulation, all the time... no ability to sleep, and no need for it either, it would be impossible to rest or think properly as they came over and over again."\n\nThe hero firms his jaw, scowling at you... though that's not the only thing that's firming. Though his costume seems to be designed to deemphasize the bulge at his crotch, it's gradually growing large, extending upward along his belly and becoming a much more clear outline. If he's noticed, he doesn't give any indication... actually, you know that he's so focused on you and trying to push aside the effects he's already starting to feel that he's paying less attention than he probably should to his own body. "Why? Why would you do this to these people?"\n\nYou give a lyrical laugh, rising to your feet with a motion that deliberately makes your immense tits wobble, and for just a moment his eyes flit to them, probably imperceptible to a normal human's eyes. "You know, people love to compare you superheroes to the gods of myth and legend. They call you Zeus, standing above even all other gods, all-powerful and eternal," you continue, your voice a sultry coo. As you draw closer he slowly lowers until he plants his feet on the floor, not even moving as you lean in to press your breasts up against his front. "But they all seem to forget that Zeus was truly awful at resisting temptation."\n\n"You... you're not going to be able to tempt me," he asserts, even as you can feel his pecs tense against your tits as you rub a hand along his bulge, stroking and rubbing him through his costume. "I won't give in."\n\n"Oh? Is that why you let me get so close to you? Why you're letting me touch you? Why I can even pull this... truly amazing cock out and stroke it, and you're not stopping me?" You smirk at his struggle to maintain a neutral expression as you do just that, pulling down the front of his pants and giving his stiff prick a tug to free it of the top, the long, very very thick thing throbbing as you stroke it with one hand, rubbing it against the inner curves of your breasts. "You're so used to standing there, taking the hits to show that you can, to being invincible, that the thought you could be toppled by as simple a thing as me toying with your prick doesn't even occur to you. But you're very wrong about that, because I've taken two things into account."\n\n"... And those are?" the hero replies, refusing to move even as his voice shows the strain he's under, refusing to react even as you bring your tail around to use the flat side of the spade to rub and stroke his balls. \n\n"The first is that my pheremones and mental projection are actually even more effective against those with brilliant minds and enhanced senses. While they may seem like they resist longer, when they have the moment where they fall, they fall all the harder," you assert, smiling at him as he tries not to let his doubt, his fear, and his lust show on that handsome, sculpted face. "All it takes is a single weak spot in the armor, and jabbing them right in it. The second is that I know your weak spot, and I've already prepared the jab."\n\n"What... what do you mean?" He's obviously struggling now, the pillar of the city trembling... and his own pillar throbbing all the harder, constantly leaking pre to smear over your skin now.\n\n"Buildings like this are tightly sealed, especially on the top floors... a necessity due to the height and keeping the temperature regulated. Though my pheremones would have eventually leaked out to the city anyway, it would have been slow and gradual." You smile, sinking down to your knees as you watch the dawning horror of realization spread over his face. "But when you smashed the window, you provided the perfect vent. I've spent the last hour pumping them out as intensely as I could, and they were most concentrated in here. When the window was broken, they were immediately dispersed into the air to waft down. The concentration should be enough to spread over dozens of blocks."\n\nAs the knowledge that he threw the switch of his beloved city's downfall sinks in, you wrap your lips around the fat head of his prick and smoothly slide it down, the hero's huge prick bulging your throat as you swallow him to the root in that one single motion. The combination of crushing failure and intense pleasure has exactly the reaction you hoped, his eyes rolling in his head and his body starting to shudder, his hips beginning to move as you coil your tongue around his shaft, squeezing and stroking at it as he starts to fuck your face. Your lips curl in a grin around his pole as you feel his pleasure build and then instantly overflow with a nudge from you, high-pressure jets of cum firing down your throat and into your belly as his mental energy starts to flow into you. With more and more of his self sinking into your being, the knowledge of how to use your shapeshifting to mimic all of his powers comes with it. Good... you'll need at least a few of them for what comes next.\n\nYou swallow down his memories, his intelligence, his feelings along with what must be two gallons of cum. But before you take it all, you pull away, your tongue remaining twined around his prick as your mouth pulls away, uncoiling it more slowly and sliding it back into your mouth. Insuring that you have his invulnerability and strength incorporated, you turn your back to him and lean forward, letting your immense tits hold you up almost as if you were on all fours. Still with the slightest shred of himself, the City Guard stares down at you, trembling as you reach your hands back. "I want you to know," you purr. "That this is actually the second time you've doomed this city... and the world. The first was when you had that fight and let that rubble break my back. The second time out of three, because the fate of the world will be truly sealed when you give in," you continue, using your hands to squeeze and spread to either side of your pussy, displaying its perfect, pink folds dripping with intensely aromatic arousal to him. "And knock me up with our child."\n\nThat tiny shred of what's left of the City Guard struggles to resist... for all of ten seconds. Then he's sinking to his knees and grabbing hold of your waist, plunging that big, fat prick into you and starting to pump wildly, giving up the last of his mind as he begins trying to empty his balls into your womb. His hips slam against your ass and thighs with enough strength and speed to cause small sonic booms, the intensity of the fucking finally enough to make <i>you</i> roll your eyes and loll your tongue, your mouth curling upward in a smile. But this is no idiot smile, but one of satisfaction. Even as you're cumming harder than ever before, your enhanced mind is processing the sensation of him knocking you up, of the sex demon god even now beginning to grow in your womb, born of yourself and the superpowered fuck-zombie plowing you even now. Better than each and every orgasm is the knowledge that when he gave in, it was of his own will and with the full knowledge of what would happen, but that your pussy was simply too good to resist.\n\nEven gods give in to Temptation, you think with satisfaction.\n\n<b>Temptation</b> end - <i>Mother to the fall of society</i>

You stumble in mid-step, having thought you were crumpling to the floor but suddenly finding yourself running along a hallway. You stop and stare around at the silver walls and black paneling lit with pulsing red lights and other scrolling text. You can feel that your head is enclosed in a helmet, some of the scrolling text floating in front of walls or indicating various objects. You look down at yourself and see that your body is clad in some sort of blue and white body armor or light power suit, right out of a videogame. In one hand you have one of the pistols you touched (the HUD starts giving you a reading of its current structural integrity, remaining charge, time since last service, GAH), the other one attached to your opposite hip. Your other hand is gripping a silver band wrapped around the upper body of a scruffy-looking black-haired guy, other bands wrapped around his wrists, his mouth, and legs. (The HUD starts giving you his name, age, known acquaintances, DAMN.)\n\nA green blast of light streaks over your shoulder, making you duck reflexively as the bolt strikes high on a wall and leaves a scorch mark. You whip your head around to see more scruffy-looking men clad in some lighter form of black armor charging at you, yelling angrily. The HUD starts identifying the makes of their weapons and their current heartrate and FUCK all of this shit is REALLY distracting! The suit gives you a warning as your own heartrate skyrockets, panic starting to press in around you. What the hell is happening? How did you get here? What should you do?\n\nWell whatever you do, the pissed-off guys shooting at you require some immediate response.\n\n<hr>\n[[The guy you're holding is obviously important somehow, get him out of here.|Cypher1x1]]\n\n[[Fuck this guy, you're getting YOU out of here!|Cypher2x1]]

"If... if you could get me some stuff, I guess that'd be cool?" you venture, thinking that seems the easiest way out of this. After all, it's not like you ever really have to ask for anything.\n\n"Good, good," Tanya answers, straightening up, which is admittedly a little disappointing. She leans over to her desk and opens a drawer, then scoops something out and dumps it in your lap. "Here. Consider this a small start, a gesture of good faith if you will. Maybe you'll finally stop being so uptight."\n\nYou blink and pick up the plastic baggy, staring at the dull green stuff inside. Then your eyes widen and you have to resist the urge to toss it across the room. It's marijuana! You're touching an illegal substance! The cops and your mother will be on you any second!\n\n"Or maybe not," Tanya mutters, rolling her eyes, before grabbing you by the shoulder and hauling you out of the chair, half-tossing you in the direction of her door. "Look, do whatever with it, I don't care, just don't get <i>caught</i> with it. You tell anyone I gave it to you, or about what you saw last night, I guarantee you I'll spin it so <i>you</i> get in more trouble than you ever thought possible and I maybe get a lecture."\n\nThat sounds really unfair, which is why it also sounds really believable. You tuck the baggy under your shirt and hunch low over it, desperately looking all around the hall as you retreat to Kevin's room. Kneeling by your bag, you open it up, intending to hide the stuff as deep inside as possible until you have a chance to throw it away later.\n\n"Dude, what took you?" Your heart almost stops and you actually fall over as Kevin's voice sounds right from behind you. "Geez, take a chill pill. ... Wait, shit, or just some of that!" Kevin laughs as he leans down and scoops up the bag. "Really? <i>You</i>?"\n\n"A... a guy at school gave it to me," you stammer, staring up at him in fear and seriously wondering if you can hear police sirens.\n\n"And you didn't 'just say no'? Shit, I'm proud of you, man, seriously." He eyes the bag. "Looks like decent stuff, I can hardly ever get my hands on any. I've got some papers and stuff hidden, we can go right out to the woods to fire this stuff up, let's go."\n\n<hr>\n[[... Okay.|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]\n\n[[... Yeah, no.|QOKevPorn5x2]]

"Well, Boss, almost that time again. Ready to step up the grass floss harvesting?" Bruno asks as he hops into your office.\n\n"Ready!" You grin and hop to your feet, heading for the door. "As usual, let me take care of the Gold Floss harvesting, please."\n\n"Of course, Boss."\n\nAs you pause outside to grab a basket, you can hear one of the other rabbits ask Bruno, "Hey, why does the Easter Bunny personally harvest the Gold Floss? It's special but it doesn't require any particular tools or magic, regular bunnies could do it."\n\n"Look, it's one of her little quirks, okay? She's allowed them, she's been one of the best Easter Bunnies we've ever had for the last 300 years. Most of them get quirky and sloppy after a couple of years and then they're gone, if taking a day every year to harvest Gold Floss helps keep her sharp, more power to her!"\n\nFeeling warmed by Bruno's defense of you, and by the thought of exactly how you're going to let off some pressure to keep sharp once you're done with harvesting, you set off for the Gold Floss field, humming cheerfully as you bound along.\n\n"Happy Easter there!" you declare to the tree as you arrive. It's much bigger than it used to be, but of course trees will get like that after three centuries. It provides some nice shade while you work (luckily floss grass doesn't actually need light to grow), continuing to hum cheerfully... and bend over a lot, shaking your ass in the tree's direction. You have no idea if it can actually see you, but why not give it a view? It should know what's coming by now if it still has a mind in there, and you're the only one who visits it and only once a year... you should hope it's looking forward to this!\n\nOnce you've filled the large basket with Gold Floss, you lope over to the tree. What you could once just bend over to do now requires you to do a bit of jumping and climbing, but hey, you are the Easter Bunny. You get clambered up and straddle the massive wooden cock, still as handsomely-carved looking as it ever was, even if it's much much larger. "Oooo, I think the growth is a little noticeable this year," you coo as you rub your pussy back and forth across the smooth wooden surface.\n\nEventually having teased yourself (and the tree?) enough, you slide fully back and then settle yourself forward, moaning as the immense wooden prick slides inside you. Your belly bulges visibly with the outline of it, but you've been looking forward to this all year and you're both sodden wet and hey, you've experienced every stage of growth of this stiff tree-dick! Soon you're able to wrap your arms and legs around the trunk... though you've long since stopped being able to come anywhere close to having them touch together... and start bouncing up and down, fucking yourself on the wooden woody, letting your tongue loll out and eyes roll up happily as you do.\n\nOh yeah, going green is the best!\n\n<b>Holly the Easter Bunny</b> end - <i>The Easter Bunny loves Arbor Day</i>

Oh yeah, you definitely like the sound of this "moresome". Grinning, you tap the buttons for both Aerith and Yuffie, nudging Tifa back a little as the door almost instantly opens, both girls stepping through, Yuffie in a simplified version of her outfit from the game, Aerith in her long pink dress and red jacket. Before either of them can actually speak, you open the menu again, freezing them before applying the 'Slutty' personality alteration to both. \n\nYuffie's already rather small shirt grows sleeker and tighter, drawing up until it shows the bottom of her barely-there tits. Most of the accessories of her costume disappear, while a new one appears around her middle... a green garter belt that goes down and clips to the white thigh-highs she's now wearing. Her shorts actually get a little smaller as well, the already undone front opening wider and sagging down, meaning that it's quite easy to get a glimpse of her pussy if you're very much taller than she is. (Which means almost everyone.) Aerith's jacket disappears, her dress shrinking up and tightening, becoming a single tube-type dress with her sides shown off by the straps running between the front and back, clearly showing off that she's not wearing anything under it, the top starting about halfway down her tits and the bottom ending just barely below her crotch, her tits growing larger to the point that they nearly rival Tifa's, her wrists and fingers now decorated by gaudy costume jewelry.\n\nYou close the menu, Yuffie immediately smirking. "S'up, fuckers?!" She snickers, bringing two fingers up to make a V in front of her mouth, jutting her now pierced tongue out between them. "Glad to see this isn't purely a tuna casserole, hope you've got enough cock for all of us, Eric!"\n\n"Mmm, of cooourse he does," Aerith coos in a sultry tone as she saunters over on her bright neon pink pumps, pressing up against your side and running a hand up and down your stomach as she rubs her tits against you. "You know I'd always come in off the streetcorner for you, Eric baby."\n\n"Okay, okay, bitches," Tifa snorts, reaching over to give one of Aerith's nipples a pinch through her dress, the prostitute(?!) squeaking and giving her shoulders a shimmy. "Calm your asses down. Now, Eric, what fun are we gonna have?"\n\n<hr>\n[[The fun of sucking your cock!|FF7X]]\n\n[[How about some roleplaying?|FF7X]]\n\n[[Who likes puppies!|FF7X]]\n\n[[You get a cock! And you get a cock! And YOU get a cock!|FF7X]]

"How about we increase the fun by increasing the participants?" you suggest with a grin.\n\n"Mmm, sounds great to me, as long as I get fucked plenty," Tifa purrs in response.\n\nYou access the menu and bring up the PHS function, which should allow you to summon up most of the available characters and have them come running. Obviously not all of them are ideal for this exact thing, but you can immediately think of a few you'd like to bring over for... various uses.\n\n<hr>\n[[Aerith.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Yuffie.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Both.|FF7X21x2]]\n\n[[Cloud.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Red XIII.|FF7X]]

<img src=https://i.imgur.com/cJEMjcY.jpg>\n\nIf you were actually going to live here, you probably would have designed the bathroom with a bit more utility in mind. Considering that in practice it's mostly a space to connect the main area, bedroom, and hot tub all together, and to take a quick virtual rinse to get virtual substances off before conquering more virtual bitches, you went with style over ease of function. Everything is lined up along one wall, from the toilet area to the bath to the large shower, designed to flow all together in a harmonious example of sci-fi design, with a rather simplistic window to one side of the shower allowing for looking out at the cloudscape.\n\n<hr>\n[[Upper Level.|Capture-HabUL]]\n\n[[Bedroom.|Capture-HabBed]]\n\n[[Hot tub area.|Capture-HabHT]]

Oh, who cares, either way you're still gonna be fucking a (male) statue. Sighing, you move to clamber up onto the statue's side. You examine the potential footholds and handholds, and find that there are a few... of course... and decide that if you're going to do this, you're at least going to do it facing away. You swing a leg around and brace your foot on one of the statue's pieces, shifting your lower body forward, then slowly lowering yourself down until the large, rounded tip of the stone cock nudges up against your pussylips. You squirm a little, hesitating... you've never even really played around with your girl side's body, let alone getting fucked, but here you are, about to give your virginity to a perverted magic statue. Great.\n\nAgain, nothing for it. Taking one last deep breath, you slowly start to bend your legs to lower yourself. The goopy stuff covering the dark clay squelches a little, and then your pussy is slowly spreading around it... and spreading, and spreading, wider and wider, sliding down the statue's fat cockhead smoothly. You're not sure which is more shocking, that you're spreading so wide and so easily or how <i>good</i> it feels. You grit your teeth hard, eyes rolling up in your head at the intensity of it... you expected this to hurt like hell, and maybe there is a bit of it, but it's overwhelmed by pleasure surging from your pussy all through your body. It's so powerful you almost lose your balance and go tumbling right down onto the thing, but manage to center and stay upright, albeit panting some.\n\nYou continue to lower yourself down, managing to glimpse the bulge sliding upwards as you take it in, just sliding further and further up. It's big enough that it actually pushes your shirt out somewhat as it slides along your stomach. Your whole body is twitching and shuddering with the intense pleasure of being filled by that smooth clay cock, your eyes rolling up more in your head and some drool sliding down your chin as you cum for the first time, your overstretched pussy doing its best to squeeze around the unyielding statue-dick. You're distracted enough by it that you don't notice the way your tits are starting to strain against the front of your shirt, moreso than they were doing before.\n\nYou get a good eight inches or so in before raising up some, your pussylips dragging along the wide shaft some, and then drop yourself down, taking in another two inches with the movement, letting out a loud cry as you do and tossing your head back, your tits pressing harder at the red silk covering them. With that, you begin raising up and down again and again, really beginning to ride the slicked-up clay cock, your breasts bouncing energetically under your shirt, and slowly getting bigger and bigger the more of the statue's prick you take in. Also the more you take in the better it feels, pleasure driving you to wilder heights with every bit that slides into you and bulges out your belly, your cries getting louder and sluttier the faster you bounce on it. Your tits finally snap the clasps of your shirt and burst free of it, the enlarged orbs wobbling and bouncing with your motions. You're in no state to care that they're easily twice as big as they were and still growing, all you know is that it feels fucking amazing!\n\nThe massive bulge of the clay cock slides deeper and deeper, until it's actually pushing your stomach out as you slam yourself down on it. You speed up, wanting more, wanting to take it all, your belly stretching out with the outline of the thing almost as clear as if it weren't even inside you. Your still growing tits begin rubbing along the sides of it as they bounce, sending more powerful shocks of pleasure and more orgasms through your already sweat-drenched and overheated body. Your lips curl up in an idiotic smile as you eagerly ride the statue's prick and simultaneously titfuck it, your tongue lolling out in a complete abandoning of dignity or human thought.\n\nOf course, none of that compares you for when the statue actually <i>cums</i>. There's no warning, no shift in the unyielding stone of the massive prick inside you, it just begins geysering out a steady stream of something thick and hot as if someone had turned on a fountain. You cum so hard you nearly pass out as your belly stretches out with the first gush and then begins to swell your stomach out, round and wobbly, lifting up your overgrown tits. You just keep cumming and cumming as your belly expands before you like some huge flesh-toned water balloon, until it's the size of a small car. At that point you orgasm so hard you finally pass out.\n\nWhen you wake up you're laying sprawled on the ground... well, more accurately on your tits on the ground... in a fairly large puddle of white goo, most of your lower body covered in it as well. You slowly push yourself to your feet, then yelp as you overbalance a bit. Trying to focus, you look down and wind up staring. Your tits are hanging out of your shirt... mostly because there's no possible way they could fit in your shirt anymore. They're as big as beach balls! Not the smaller kind, either... though at least not the person-sized kind. Still, they're... huge, capped by puffy domes of large areola and thick nipples. Almost mesmerized, you lift your hands up under them and give them a slight shake. Despite their size they bounce and wiggle energetically, as firm and jiggly as they ever were. ... At least your stomach is back to being smooth and flat.\n\n"Well that's just... great!" You stomp a foot, wincing as it sends an obvious jiggle through your newly enlarged tits. This better wear off! ... Or, well, you guess it won't matter when Happosai turns you back into a man. (At least you hope not. ... Eep.) You take another look around, blushing as you spot the statue again... and even worse as you notice that it's changed positions. Its massive cock has drooped forward somewhat, as if satisfied, and an even bigger grin is on the Tanuki's face. It's also holding out a hand with a small green and gold pin in it. "Yeah, thanks," you mutter as you make your way over, having to turn at a bit of an angle so your tits aren't in the way when you pick up the pin.\n\nA thought occurs to you as you pick up the pin, so suddenly you have to wonder if it's really your own. If you put it on, you're pretty sure you could experience intense pleasure like you did before... but maybe even moreso. On a daily basis, at least. You find yourself feeling heated and squirmy as you stare down at the pin, your legs rubbing together and wetness starting to seep down your thighs as you imagine it. But... no way, that would mean giving up on your manhood forever! ... Actually you're pretty sure it would mean giving up on your old life forever.\n\n<hr>\n[[Put on the hairpin.|FFRanXplaceholder]]\n\n[[Take it back to Happosai.|FFRanX11x4]]

You swallow hard. Well, if it's to regain your manhood... you just have to make sure and never, ever tell anyone about this. You loosen your pants and bend a bit to slide them down some and step out of them and your boxers, revealing a smooth, bare pussy. (You never seem to have hair growing there, maybe the curse just gives up trying to figure out which hair pattern to give you.) You set them aside and straighten up, and stare as you realize that the massive stone cock now has a layer of translucent... stuff... on it. You reach out to touch your fingers to it, then draw them back, putting index and middle fingers to your thumb and pulling them apart, watching the strands of stuff stretch between them and break. Honestly it's got a texture a <i>lot</i> like pre... well, at least you're apparently not expected to go on dry.\n\nYou consider taking off your shirt as well, then shake your head. No, you're just doing this because you have to... better to downplay any similarities to actual sex. You bite your lower lip as you contemplate the angle of the cock, and realize you're actually plotting out how to climb up on a statue so you can slide its dick into you. Geez, how the mighty have fallen. ... Actually, speaking of which, sort of.\n\nYou suppose you could take that cock, well... in either hole. Hey, if you're gonna ride it, you could always at least ride it "like a man", right? Right? ... Heh. ... Actually gah, no, not heh. Still, it is the question. The magic fuck-statue hasn't exactly voiced a preference so you suppose it's up to you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Put it in your pussy.|FFRanX11x3]]\n\n[[Put it in your ass.|FFRanXplaceholder]]

'Just for a minute,' you think as you do your best to muffle a moan as Happosai presses his hands into the yielding surface of your tits, rubbing them around. He shoves your shirt aside to bare them completely, bouncing and wiggling on them, the huge orbs jiggling mightily as he plays like a kid on an inflatable castle. He crawls around to the front of one and opens his mouth wide, making you cry out as he aumfs the large nipple and suckles on it amazingly hard while rubbing his hands and feet against the area around it. He suckles and slurps loudly and lewdly at your nipple for probably a good five minutes (okay so it's more than one but he's doing a good job okay) before crawling over to the other and doing the same, scaling along your boobs like they were a cliff face to suckle at you and make you cum for the first time just from having your nipples sucked.\n\nEventually Happosai springs up to stand on top of your cleavage again and undoes his pants. An impressively-sized (especially for a tiny little person like him) cock flops free, making you yelp a bit as it smacks across your face. But then he wheels around and flops face-down atop your tits, that thick, fat cock pressing down between them as he begins fucking between them, using his hands and legs to hold your tits together as much as he can. You shudder and twitch, your view filled by his tiny wrinkled ass and large wrinkled ballsack bobbing up and down, his balls slapping firmly against your skin. Fuck, it feels way too good, having a big, throbbing cock working between your tits, sending shivers and impact tremors all through them.\n\nYou feel a sudden urge to lean forward and start suckling those heavy, full-looking balls, your mouth almost watering...\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|FFRanX]]\n\n[[Resist.|FFRanX11x6]]

Best... not to get tempted by things like that. That was definitely a once in a lifetime experience that you never, ever want to tell anyone else you had. ... Right.\n\nYou find your pants and pull them on, trying to learn to maneuver these massive tits around as you do, occasionally getting distracted by constantly seeing them wobble and jiggle in front of you. They seem more... active... than they used to, and they already used to be pretty darn energetic. Once you've got your pants on you spend a few minutes fiddling with your shirt... there's no way to get it closed, even if almost all of the clasps weren't busted. Sighing, you settle for getting it so that it's draped over your tits and mostly stays there, and set off back towards the camp.\n\nHapposai is already there when you return, and his already huge eyes almost bug out of his head as he spots you. "Sweeto!" he squeals excitedly, leaping forward right onto your immense tits and sprawling on top of them. His whole body squirms atop your boobs, sending little wobbles of motion through them as his hands and feet both stroke their smooth surface. You twitch and jerk, your hand half-raised in a reflexive motion to punch him... the problem is, this feels way, way better than it ever did before, enough that it has your pussy drooling again, the black silk of your pants winding up stuck to your crotch as you rub your thighs together.\n\nMaybe... maybe you could let him do it for just a minute, to put him in a good mood...\n\n<hr>\n[[Let Happosai fondle you.|FFRanX11x5]]\n\n[[Interrupt him verbally.|FFRanX]]\n\n[[Beat him up.|FFRanX]]

Yeah, you think with a grin as you make your way into your room, finding your father already snoring away on his own futon. Time for you to finally get some payback on everyone who's made your life a living hell over the last few years. Starting with Akane!\n\nHm, the question is, how? You have vague ideas of what a Tanuki can do, and you're relatively certain that if you put your mind to it you can do most of them, now that you ponder it. You've just got to decide what to actually do.\n\nYou could [[use your shapeshifting to mess with her|FFRanX11x8]]. That seems like it would be one of the easiest things to do, Happosai did say that he'd given you these abilities mostly so you could change your shape. You could [[put a curse on her|FFRanX]], something that would unfold over time and, as an added side bonus, probably distract her from noticing that you're not a guy anymore! Or you could always [[turn her into something|FFRanX]]... Tanukis' shapeshifting powers aren't just limited to themselves, you're pretty sure.

Your head has already started to lean forward before you give it a quick shake and look away, blushing brightly. Indulging Happosai some is one thing, but that... would be going way too far. Instead you clench your fists and do your best to just stand there and wait for him to get done... even as you enjoy every ripple of impact he sends through your tits as he fucks them, every throb of that hot prick between them, every squeeze of his wicked little hands.\n\nBefore it's all said and done you count at least three boobgasms, muffling your cries of pleasure each time as your whole body twitches and shudders, your pussy soaking the silk of your pants more and more. Dammit, you never did find your boxers, did you, where did those things even go? But finally Happosai gives a happy squeal and shoves forward, spurting thick blasts of cum between your tits and making you orgasm again as you feel the slimy stuff spreading all over your sensitive boobs.\n\nEventually Happosai hops down, chuckling as he watches your huge tits wobble with your every panted breath, their insides smeared with his seed. "Nice, very nice. Looks like you had to take some Tanuki magic on yourself to get the job done, eh?"\n\n"Y-yeah..." you pant, holding out a hand and uncurling your fingers to show the hairpin, letting him hop up and snatch it from your palm. "Now turn me back into a guy, huh?"\n\nHapposai sticks the hairpin on his small tuft of hair, and there's a loud *POMF* and puff of smoke. When it clears, he's even more potbellied than before, and a pair of little round ears and a striped tail have appeared on him. He cackles as he pats his hands on his new belly. "Sorry, Ranma, no can do! A stronger Tanuki magic than mine has changed your body! M'afraid you're stuck like that forever!"\n\n"WHAT?!" you yelp.\n\n"Oh, come now, would you really want to get rid of those sweet tits? I saw how much fun you had with them!"\n\nYou open your mouth to snap a retort, and find that you can't quite tell that blatant a lie, your cheeks coloring instead. Happosai cackles.\n\n"That's what I thought! But don't worry, I'll give you some of my own Tanuki magic as a parting gift!" He waggles his hands at you, then thrusts them forward. "Shazam!"\n\nYou yelp as you're enveloped by a cloud of smoke as well, coughing as it fills your nose and mouth and waving a hand to help clear it. You glower down at Happosai, the ears atop your head twitching and your tail lashing. ... Wait, what? You blink and reach up atop your head, finding a pair of small round ears. "Wha?" You twist your head and look behind you, glimpsing your bare ass and the striped raccoon tail giving a little swoosh above it. "Wha?!" You look down and poke at your belly, which has taken on a slight extra layer of fat to give you just a bit of a pooch belly. "WHA?!"\n\n"Doubt you'll ever be able to turn fully back into a guy, but should be able to do at least some shapeshifting! Well, seeya! I'm off to horribly abuse my new abilities!" Happosai chirps as he bounds up into the trees and away.\n\n"Hey, wait!" you cry, stretching out a hand... but he's already gone. You stare for a moment, then lower your hand. ... What to do?\n\nWell. After a little bit, you decide to at least try out what he said. Finding a green leaf laying on the ground, you do your best to concentrate as you place it on your head, thinking of your guy form. There's a poof of smoke, and when it clears you can tell... you have your old height back! Your wonderful hefty cock and balls! Your manly muscles! Your... big fat DD-cups. You stare down at your chest, giving them a few pokes, then making your way to the stream to get a look at your reflection. ... You look like a girl. A handsome girl, who apparently has a dick, but still a girl.\n\nSighing, you remove the leaf, poofing back to your eared-and-tailed huge-titted form, before grabbing another leaf and trying again, this time thinking of your old girl form. In another puff, you change, and are glad that at least this time you look pretty normal... well, your tits might be a little bit bigger than before. Your clothes also seem to be fixed, and cleaned since you were thinking of yourself that way, so that's a bonus. You consider for a few moments, then shrug and decide to head home for lack of any better ideas.\n\nIt's fairly well into the night before you finally walk back into the Tendo Dojo. Akane's already waiting, the briefest, tiniest, most momentary flicker of relief passing over her face before it's replaced by pure rage. "RANMA! WHERE have you BEEN?!" she snarls, stalking over.\n\n"Where you kicked me to," you reply grumpily, not exactly in the mood for her tsundere bullshit.\n\n"W-wha... don't be a jerk!" Akane huffs, turning away. "You know what I mean! You should have been back yesterday at the latest!"\n\n"If you didn't want me gone maybe you shouldn't have kicked me," you say with a sigh.\n\nHer palm impacting your cheek and knocking you to the side almost dislodges your leaf... you're going to have to do something about that fact in the future, you think as you rub your cheek and watch Akane storm upstairs to her room. She'd probably have gone even more ballistic if she saw what you really look like now... as it is you don't know how you're going to explain not turning back into a guy anymore when she eventually notices.\n\nActually, do you really have to put up with this? you think in annoyance as you mount the stairs as well, boobs bouncing at each step. You're a Tanuki now! They're famous for getting even with those who cross them, or really anyone who even slightly annoys them. It might not hurt to start visiting some payback on some of the people who have done you wrong...\n\n<hr>\n[[Payback.|FFRanX11x7]]\n\n[[Nah, skip it.|FFRanX]]

Grinning evilly, you move over to one corner of the room and hunch down. You only have a short time to get the hang of this Tanuki magic stuff, but you're the master of quick training... and with revenge finally in hand for every enormous object ever sent careening into your skull for some minor slight, real or imagined, you've got all the motivation you need!\n\nYour magic is apparently pretty intuitive to you anyway, and by the time several hours have passed and the rest of the household is asleep, you're pretty sure you've got a handle on everything you need. First, you cast a mild sleep charm on the house... doesn't need to be too strong, everyone's already asleep anyway, this is just to keep them that way 'til morning. Next you snag a leaf from the tree outside your window, taking off the one you're wearing and briefly returning to your own huge-boobed, big-dicked form. Pushing an image into the leaf, you tuck it on your head and are surrounded by a puff of smoke. When it clears, you look just like Nabiki! A naked Nabiki. With a fat cock. And maybe the tits are a little bigger... you can't control that bit nearly as precisely.\n\nStill, you do your best to avoid giggling as you tiptoe out of the room, tits and rapidly hardening dick bouncing as you make your way into Akane's room instead. You grin down at her, laying peacefully on her back in bed... well, not so peaceful for long. You put a light holding spell on her, to keep her from moving when she does wake up... also easier to do with her already asleep. Then you take the sleep spell off and begin rubbing your cock against her face, moaning softly with Nabiki's voice as you do.\n\nAkane wakes up pretty quickly, blinking before her eyes go wide with shock. She opens her mouth as if to scream, then chokes on the cry when she gets a look at who's standing over her. "N-Nabiki?"\n\n"Oh, hey sis," you reply, copying Nabiki's smug grin as you start stroking your cock again, motions slow and deliberate and designed to make your arm rub against the sides of your tits and set them to jiggling. "Don't mind me, just felt like jerking off to you. Be easier if you slept naked, but oh well."\n\n"W-wha...?" Akane's voice has gone faint, eyes still wide, her cheeks flushed as she watches what looks like her sister stroking a fat prick right in her face. "But... but you don't have a... and why would you...?"\n\n"Don't ask me, it's your dream," you reply with Nabiki's smarmy cheer before you start moaning, reaching down your other hand and starting to jerk your dick with both hands, heavy, slightly oversized balls jiggling almost as much as your tits.\n\nThat apparently flummoxes Akane, and she lays there with her mouth open and staring at your naked body... or Nabiki's naked body, plus dick... as you gasp and moan brazenly, hands pumping along your prick eagerly. Finally you give a low, throaty groan and shove your hips forward, your cock starting to spurt long streamers of cum all across Akane's face and into her hair, decorating her with several spurts of it before shoving the head into her still-open mouth. She gives a shocked 'mmf!' but reflexively starts swallowing as her mouth is flooded, throat visibly working as she swallows down your load.\n\n"Ahhh, thanks sis, I really needed a cumdump to use tonight," you add in Nabiki's voice, before turning and trotting out the door, waving a hand and adding a jaunty "Ja~!" before you close the door. You resist the urge to break down giggling until you've reestablished the sleep spell, then tug off the leaf and burst into laughter. You return to your room and jerk off several times at the memory of your load all over Akane's face and her gulping it down in sheer surprise, the voluminous amount of cum you spurt luckily fading away almost entirely at a thought from you. Akane will wake up with only the vaguest of sticky sensations on her face and a funny taste in her mouth to give her the faintest thought that it might not have been a dream.\n\nBefore the sun comes up you snag another leaf and change back into your own girl form after tucking it securely into your pigtail. You catch a few hours of sleep before the day begins. At breakfast you notice Akane occasionally glancing at Nabiki, and blushing brightly at one point when her sister notices, quickly turning her attention back to her breakfast, leaving Nabiki looking vaguely puzzled and you muffling snickers.\n\nSkipping school that day is even easier than normal, as you basically just have to Jedi Mind Trick anyone who notices you on your way out before you park yourself in a tree to relax. Happosai's latest stunt may have irrevocably altered your life, but so far you're having fun with it. You're almost grateful to the perverted little toad... well, you've become a bit perverted yourself, but oh well.\n\nNow, the question is, to continue with Akane, or mix it up? Even without going outside the house, you can think of three people inside it who could stand to be taught a lesson for how they've treated you. Nabiki, your father, and Soun. Your father and Soun, you figure you could call that a combo, it's their machinations about getting you married to Akane that have driven them to torment you. Nabiki, well, that's a special case all of her own.\n\nSo, who will taste your heavy-scrotumed vengeance tonight...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Akane.|FFRanX]]\n\n[[Nabiki.|FFRanX]]\n\n[[Soun and Genma.|FFRanX]]

Luckily, awhile back you got your substitute teacher certification just in case. (It was way easier than you expected it to be when you decided to do it.) All it takes is the others arranging for one of the teachers to go on a little "extended vacation" (literally they have her win a cruise around the world, these guys are actually really good at hacking for being so culturally clueless) and a few other nudges, and you're slated to start on Monday.\n\nYou spend the intervening time studying the instruction manual for your new powers, getting to know your new coworkers a bit, and plotting the subjugation of humanity in the name of your smol queen. Just, y'know, as a sort of idle background thing. Hey, you're a Dark Great King now (shut up, dog twins), you guess it just sort of comes with the territory.\n\nOn Monday you make your way to the school, and to class. The students here range from fourteen to eighteen, and the uniform consists of a skirt and sportcoat of a rather unremarkable shade of blue (and largely untitillating cut) and a white blouse... they're also supposed to wear a tie or scarf and there's some regulations about what's appropriate for socks/tights and shoes, but those seem to be the most ignored parts of the dress code, you note as you pass through the halls.\n\nYou arrive at class, noting that all your students seem to be seated, and set your bag down at the desk. "Alright, class, Ms. Whitcomb will be away for awhile, so until she returns I'll be your substitute teacher, Mr. Miller," you announce, writing it on the whiteboard. Hm, no snickers, must be too young for the potential references. "Now, I'm going to take a few minutes to go over the lesson plan, you all can have that time as a free period as long as you keep quiet."\n\nOf course whispers and murmurs immediately start up, but eh, let them think they're getting away with it, for now. You sit down and make a show of going over the book left by the actual teacher, but really you're considering your options. Your powers as a Dark Great King are actually pretty varied, but the way you see it there's three you should find really useful for this particular operation... Dark Authority, Dark Creation, and Dark Charisma. (Yeah, there's really a theme to this whole Shadow Planet stuff, huh?) Dark Authority means that you can project an aura of strength and dominance... helped along by the fact that you are in fact an authority figure at the moment, you should be able to order the girls around, even if it's some pretty audacious things. Dark Creation is what allows you to make... summon... coalesce... ... look you do the thing and then there's a monster, y'know? And Dark Charisma, well, that's the thing that makes everyone think you're all charming and attractive.\n\n... Wait, you actually are attractive now. But averagely attractive. Plainly attractive. ... Why.\n\nOkay let's not get distracted again. Okay, so, three different powers, lots of different ways to use them, so let's see, which one to start with?\n\n<hr>\n[[Dark Authority.|DarkMike1x5]]\n\n[[Dark Creation.|DarkMike2x1]]\n\n[[Dark Charisma.|DarkMike]]

'Elegance Parfait' just sounds so... well... so elegant! "I'll have an Elegance Parfait, please," you reply, handing the menu back. \n\n"Oh?" She looks a little surprised. "It's kind of rich but not an intense flavor or anything. But it's still really good!" she hurries to add, glancing around (presumably for her boss to make sure he didn't hear her seemingly running down a menu item). "I'll go get that for you now!"\n\nShe returns with a tall, frosted glass done in the style of a champagne flute, filled with layers of slightly different-colored mousse capped with a topping of fresh meringue and a single, perfect cherry. You pick up the slender, long-handled spoon and begin to eat. You soon understand what she meant by it not being an intense flavor... there's a definite sweetness to it, but it's smooth, and even, and rich rather than just blasting you with any one flavor. It has a very soothing quality about eating it, and you take your time, enjoying the experience and letting it ease your excitement into something more mature, an easygoing cheer at the world and that you get to live in it today. You notice that the waitress is almost outright staring at you as she delivers the check, but you simply give her a kind, easygoing smile and rise, stepping outside.\n\nYou pause in front of a window to look at your reflection. Hm... you're not sure why Motoko said you'd lost any height, you seem to be the same height as always. You pluck at your shoulder a bit with two fingers... it's loose there, it's true. A bit more plucking at your shorts shows they're a little snug in the hips though... well, you wanted to get rid of these drab clothes anyway. You also turn slightly to the side... your hair's gotten so long since you got here, it's actually down past your knees. You're not quite sure when it got so long, but there it is. Yes, you were right to decide on a haircut today, it definitely needs a bit of a trim and a shampoo. Spotting an upscale salon, kimono-clad ladies visible bustling about inside, you smile and head for the door.\n\nIt takes a little bit of convincing to get service, but your demeanor is so calm and reasonable, and your Japanese so fluent and deferential at this point, that the beauticians relent. Your hair is washed and brushed and dried, and you settle into a chair while one beautician trims the edges just a bit before braiding it in a traditional Japanese style, while other beauticians attend to your fingernails and toenails, clipping them properly short and applying a no-nonsense finish of clearcoat on them. One of them actually compliments you on what lovely hands you have, and you briefly hold one up, smiling at how sleek and pretty and ladylike it is. Once they're done, you pay and give a respectful bow to the beauticians along with your formal thanks, which they return after a brief hesitation. Then you head to a nearby clothing store... nothing too fancy, after all you don't want to showboat. \n\nYou make your way to the underwear section first, and pick out a pair of simple and straightforward white panties... nothing too elaborate or too young, but you do think they'll show off your hips and rear nicely (without being too ostentatious). You hesitate for a moment, then use a nearby tape measure to take a quick measurement of yourself before snagging an appropriate bra. The cups are effectively flat, but it just seems improper to wear panties without a bra. You select an ankle-length maroon skirt, a cream-colored sweater, and some simple white flats, and pay for the lot before asking if you may please change in one of the fitting rooms. The somewhat flustered clerk agrees, and you step inside, undressing and taking a moment to examine your slender-shouldered, round-hipped, curvy-legged form in the menu, your slender cock and sleek, hairless balls shifting slightly with your movements. Well, you can stop that you decide, stepping into the panties and pulling them up. A few tugs and everything's fixed in place... you still have a slight bulge, but it's not that noticeable. You slip on the bra and spend only a few moments figuring out how to do it up, settling the straps in place. Another quick check... yes, that looks lovely, the bra really makes it work. You step into the skirt and pull it up, fastening the waistband and then pulling on your new sweater. Slipping your feet into the flats, you examine the reflection of a tall raven-haired refined lady in the mirror and nod firmly before stepping back out. You do a little bit more shopping... mostly similarly mature, elegant clothing with a few dressier things... before setting them to be delivered to the Hitasuneko.\n\nYou tuck your wallet into your new purse as you step outside, striding back towards the train section. You pause as you pass another boutique, and a thought strikes you. Taking out your phone, you compose a text. 'Shirou-san, if you would not mind it, could we perhaps meet in front of the school when your classes have finished?' Then you step inside the boutique, smiling a bit in restrained anticipation.\n\nThat afternoon, you draw a few glances as you walk carefully through the crowd, but it's not proper to dwell on such things. You easily spot Shirou in his elegant white suit in the crowd, and smile in gentle pleasure to yourself as you approach him. "Shirou-san," you call, not raising your soft, feminine voice too much.\n\nHe blinks and looks over, then almost does a double-take. You try not to giggle at it... apparently your new clothing and hairdo have startled him a bit. Of course, you suppose it's also probably the makeup... in the true style of a mature, proper lady's makeup, it's barely possible to tell you're wearing it, the colors sublte and applied just to accentuate the natural femininity of your features. It also, you noted with pleasure when you looked in the mirror, served to make you look faintly more Japanese, to the point that you could pass for a light-skinned woman of the island. "Ah... Austin, you look... quite lovely," he says, his cheeks actually coloring a little. \n\n"Thank you, Shirou-san. Shirou-san, I hope you won't consider this too forward, but as I have no father to arrange it for me, I would like very much if we could perhaps make an 'omiai'," you explain primly, before giving a formal bow. "If you will have me, I will be in your care. Please treat me kindly."\n\nHe still seems a bit flustered, but smiles and briefly returns the bow then. "Very well then." He reaches out to take your hand, making you give a maidenly blush at how forward it is as he turns and leads you along. "But let us have this omiai meeting at my apartment."\n\n"O-oh my, Shirou-san," you murmur, covering your mouth with your fingers as you blush. "I'm... I'm not sure that's proper, it's... it's so sudden."\n\n"As you said, you've no father to arrange it, and I've no family either, so I think we may assume ourselves already engaged," he practically purrs, leaning in to nuzzle at your ear a little. And in public, he is so wicked! You can't really argue with that, and he is the man after all, so you follow him to a nearby apartment building, trying not to fret over what the doorman must think, Shirou-san bringing an unescorted lady up to his apartment. The apartment is spacious and modern, furnished mostly in white, and Shirou-san guides you to have a seat on the white leather couch before sitting down beside you. He seems delighted by your gentle, nervous squirming, reaching out to cup your chin and turn your head towards him, bringing his lips in close.\n\n"Oh... oh my, Shirou-san, kissing? Before... b-before we're married?" you gasp, but are unable to pull away.\n\nThat only seems to delight him more, and his eyes sparkle as he leans in to claim your lips. You shiver... your first kiss! And it's such a lewd kiss, too, his tongue flicking along your lips and pressing into your mouth. But then he is the man, and such a strong, forceful man too, and so you let your lips part and allow him to truly claim your mouth, whimpering softly as he presses you back into the couch and strokes his tongue around yours. He pulls away only slightly enough after a moment, running a hand up and down your thigh over your skirt, though the lewd implications are enough to make you blush from collarbone to hairline. "So, my bride to be, what is it that you want out of this marriage?" he murmurs.\n\n<hr>\n[[To help him succeed however you can.|AusJP]]\n\n[[To be a proper Japanese wife.|AusJP]]\n\n[[To do absolutely anything he says.|AusJP]]\n\n[[To be a good wife and mother.|AusJP]]

Let's be honest, in your heart of hearts you feel like you could always use some more goofy nerd shit. And this place actually looks a bit more... well, "homey" isn't the right word, but a bit more like one of those personally-run places, like a combination between the aforementioned convention booth and an antique store or something. You wander on in, taking a look at the mixture of obvious character outfits and more generic style clothing, as well as assorted accessories obviously meant to go with them. \n\n"Hi! Welcome to the Clothing Emporeum!" a friendly voice calls, making you stop and look. A twenty-something girl with shortish red hair, green eyes, and freckles is smiling at you. She's also wearing something like a magenta tunic-dress, bound at the waist with a green belt, and tall boots. Guess it's one of those stores where the employees dress up. "Can I help you find anything specific today?"\n\n"Just browsing," you answer almost on autopilot... though it's true, you are in fact just browsing.\n\n"Alright, well, if you want to direct your browsing, we have some various deals today," she says, still cheerfully enough. "We have a special on '[[Superheroes & Superstars|GGMCE7x1]]' outfits on that rack over there, that one there is the '[[Warriors of Destiny|GGMCE8x1]]' rack, also on sale, and the last costuming sale we're having right now is the '[[Villains & Vagabonds|GGMCE6x1]]' rack. If you'd like to find something even cheaper but a little more jumbled, there's the [[bargain bin|GGMCE1x1]] right over there, or we have some [[grab bags|GGMCE2x1]] filled with random accessories up at the counter. Which is where I'll be if you need anything else, so I'll stop bugging you now and let you get back to looking," she adds slightly sheepishly, before withdrawing.\n\nHuh. Well, she seems nice, and she decided not to hover. You do feel like you ought to buy at least something now, and a glance at even the non-discounted stuff shows that it's relatively inexpensive. Just a question of where to browse now.

Always a favorite, delicious girls and at least one pretty boy to choose from! Smirking, you select the option for Final Fantasy VII, and peruse the list of characters that people are waiting for matches with right now.\n\n[[Tifa Lockhart|GG-FF-PA-TifaStart]]\n\n[[Yuffie Kisaragi|GG-FF-PA-YuffieStart]]\n\n[[Aerith Gainsborough|GG-FF-PA-AerithStart]]\n\n[[Cloud Strife|GG-FF-PA-CloudStart]]

"Sorry, guys, I'm kind of in a hurry, your docking fees are apparently on the expensive side, maybe next time," you say, moving to step to one side of 'Drax'.\n\nBoth men quickly shift to stand in your way, closing ranks slightly, with 'Rocket' raising his rifle and shifting its position... not quite pointing it at you, but definitely ready to any second. "Stop right there, bounty hunter scum," the tailed man almost literally snarls. "When I said that Mr. Orkin would like to have a word with you, that means you're going to see Mr. Orkin, whether you walk or if we have to drag your unconscious body to his office. So you choose which."\n\n<hr>\n[[Fine, you'll walk!|Cypher]]\n\n[[The other thing, except not.|Cypher]]

You float in the center of your meditation chamber, peaceful and serene. Well, meditation might not be the most precise word for it... meditation is, after all, usually thought of as emptying one's mind of thoughts and outside influences. You're actually thinking as many thoughts as you want, and paying attention to a great deal of the outside world. Neural networking means abandoning a certain amount of sense of self for awhile, though, so it's close enough. Somewhere on the eastern seaboard, a broadcast flickers to life... very few radio or television stations on the continent broadcast all the time anymore. They either don't have the power reserves for it or they've realized that the transmissions can be tracked, and think transmitting only briefly will help. Of course, you almost instantly know the location of the broadcast source and every single device tuning into it... you just haven't sent your pets in yet because, among other things, you like having somewhere to get the other side's news.\n\n"Time for the nightly report on the situation. I'm afraid there's not much good news, but what there is, we'll start with. The raptor incursions into Canada seem to be going slowly. Though they do seem to have taken several more small towns there, most of the major cities seem to be safe and are either being evacuated or fortified. Though England has refused to take in Canadian citizens, Australia has volunteered to do so, and those who can afford plane tickets are already booking every available flight. The rest of the news is less cheerful. Below the Canadian border, it's estimated that over 75% of North America is now under full raptor occupation. South America's northern areas have confirmed heavy raptor presence as well, and while more optimistic estimates predict a roughly five year struggle, even those do not show a favorable outcome for humanity. Luckily, raptor sightings in other parts of the world are very rare, and most reports have been dismissed as hysteria."\n\nYou can't help but smirk a little, letting the broadcast slip from your mind. They're definitely not hysteria, you're just taking things slowly in most of Europe. Having your babies snag unattended or single females in the night and drag them off to hidden enclaves, such as the catacombs beneath Paris, which are by now almost fully converted into a breeding nest. The Canadians fleeing the frozen north won't find much sanctuary in Australia...large packs of raptors are already roaming the harsh outback, and the African savannahs too, building their numbers and keeping out of sight of civilization. The colder climates like Canada and Russia won't be a hurdle for much longer, either, you think as you put your feet down and settle onto them, padding out of the room and down the hall to visit the most local "egg-slave".\n\nYou pass by a number of raptors on the way, of course, moving about the halls, attending to various oversight tasks and even doing things like cooking your dinner and cleaning your room. The raptors are just about perfect for your purposes... smart enough to have an effective neural network with, not quite smart enough to resist your control or influence, even if you weren't inside all of them's minds from birth. Of course they're always smarter when you're nearby, since there's less "data loss" in the network, which is why the ones in your home can carry out domestic tasks without direct guidance. You step into the room that was once Alexa's lab, and is now 'Nest Alpha', smiling at the sight of the naked woman, her breasts swollen and heavy and constantly being pumped of the milk they produce, her arms and legs encased in metal to hold her limbs spread. She's moaning as her pussy spreads wide, hips jerking in their confines as her inner walls work and spread, the slick, shiny surface of a mottled red and gold egg slowly pushing its way out.\n\n"Is that the last of the current clutch?" you ask the raptor standing nearby monitoring a touchscreen. It turns its head and hoots at you briefly, and you nod. "Good. Let's get ready to put another one in her, then, though this one's going to be special," you add thoughtfully as you reach out and slip your head between its legs, stroking its smooth leathery hide, then wrapping your hand around its prick as it starts to slide free of the slit, pumping lightly.\n\n"Nnnh... Sam," the fallen supervillain groans, body trembling lightly as she works to birth her latest of thousands of football-sized eggs. "Sam... where is... my family... my children...?"\n\n"Your children are all around you, Alexa," you reply mildly. "I'm getting one of your sons ready to fuck you and knock you up again right now. But if you mean your daughters, then like most of the rest of the female population of Palladium City, they're busy birthing eggs, just like you. They're either laying eggs or getting fucked, one or the other... though not in quite as lovely and high-tech accomodations as this. I do have a few of those, though," you add, thoughtfully. "Mostly for containing the metahuman women. We're having very good luck with those... even the vigilantes and villains that weren't actually powered do seem to generate better, healthier raptors. Between those and the ones that have inherited superpowers, the Russian Push will start in about two weeks, want to hit them hard and fast before they do anything stupid like launching nukes at North America. A few covert attacks on other world leaders and militaries should prevent anyone else from getting the same idea, and once everything's really chaos, then it's just a matter of mopping up."\n\n"Why... why are you doing this?" she groans. "I... I'm sorry..."\n\nYou can't help but laugh at that, giving the raptor beside you's cock an affectionate squeeze as it trills its own version of laughter. "Oh, that's cute, you still think everything's about you! No, I'm doing this because the raptors are way better for me to network with than humans... I get to experience what they experience, feel what they feel. Millions of excited, horny beasts all completely devoted to me. Once the human population is reduced to nothing but breeders, I'll of course alter the breeders to birth females as well as males, and then the species will be self-perpetuating. I'll have to alter some of the prey animals to reproduce faster... but that will be fun too. I'll get to feel the excitement of the chase from both ends... the glory of predator, the terror of prey, all mingled together and happening inside me at once. Ah... but that's kind of why I'm here today."\n\nAlexa gives a cry as the egg finally slips free of her, tumbling gently into the padded carrier of the round robot beneath her. It carefully adjusts the egg into a nook in the padding, then closes its lid over it, whirring off. Alexa turns her orgasm-glazed eyes towards you. "What... what do you...?" she murmurs, gaze drawn to her raptor offspring as it moves into its place between her legs, already a long-established routine.\n\n"Well I can't have just raptors, that's boring. So eventually I plan to bring back everything... prey species like the herbivores, too, though a lot of those will make good soldiers in the conquest until then. But I just can't resist going for the cool factor first," you add, putting a finger to your lips with a smirk, almost idly flicking your tongue out to taste some of the raptor's pre. "You may have been fucked by the very first raptor, Alexa, but you'll have the honor of laying the egg of the very first Tyrannosaurus Rex. Maybe I'll even rename it the Tyrannosaurus Lex in your honor."\n\n"WHAT?!" she blurts, then cries out as the raptor thrusts into her and starts fucking her. Her eyes roll, her words coming out in a stammer as she's jarred by her inhuman offspring's thrusts. "N-n-n-n-nooo-o-o-o-o! It'll-l-l destr-oy-oy-oy-oy my pussy-y-y-y-y-y!"\n\n"Oh, don't be silly, I'll make sure you can stretch enough, and that you shrink back to fit after. Well, maybe not right away after. But I might make you even tighter than ever, in fact! Make it so you can barely fit in the next raptor's prick when he knocks you up with a Brontosaurus egg."\n\n"N-n-n-n-n-n-nh!" Alexa can't even fully formulate her protest this time, her head leaning back and her body shaking as the raptor trills and thrusts forward, pumping a more copious load into her than usual and impregnating her with the seed of a Tyrant King.\n\n"C'mon now, Alexa. You're the type that always wanted your children to own the world," you say in a mock-soothing tone as you walk over, gently rubbing her belly as it swells with dino-cum. "Now, they will."\n\n<b>Ascendant</b> end - <i>When dinosaurs will rule the Earth</i>

You told Ami you'd handle this on your own, now you feel sort of committed to it. "Thanks, but I'll manage," you tell Ruro. At his resigned nod, you recall that you were going over what your suit actually had earlier, and reach to one of the small storage areas at the back. Drawing out the suit's emergency survival ration bars, you proffer them. "Here." The grey boy blinks at the blue-wrapped packages, then nods quickly and takes them before scampering off and disappearing around a corner.\n\nYou've barely turned around when a pair of men step up in front of you, clearly intending to block your way. Both are wearing blue and red... sort-of uniforms? The shirts and pants kind of look the same general style, but the cut is all different. One is five foot nothing, if you count the big brown foxlike ears on his head (to go with his tail) but otherwise looks pretty human, the other is probably closer to seven feet with pebbly purple-grey skin and no nose to speak of. The short one is carrying some sort of blaster rifle, the big one a pair of hefty pistols with blades attached, though his are at least holstered at his hips (kinda like yours are).\n\n"Hey there, Mister Ceed," the one with the foxlike features declares. "Welcome to Mulsap Twelve, very nice to have you. Our employer, Mr. Orkin, the manager of this station, would like to have a word with you."\n\nYou glance back and forth between the two (who you've already silently dubbed 'Rocket' and 'Drax' because why wouldn't you), trying to decide exactly how to handle this.\n\n<hr>\n[["Okay, sure."|Cypher]]\n\n[["Sorry, busy."|Cypher12x2]]

You nod as you stagger to your feet some, blushing at feeling luminescent cum dribble down your thighs and your milk-leaking tits and udder sway as you rise to your feet and turn towards Celest. You watch as she works the controls, and then you're flying to pieces, reappearing on one of the other pads, exactly as you were before the transport... totally, you're not even messy anymore. You watch as the cow dissipates, though you swear it gives you a knowing look as it dissolves into pixels. Looking at yourself, you frown a little and cup your chest... actually, are you a little bigger?\n\n"So, Cyan," Celest calls, snapping you out of your moment of distraction as you look up at her, the purple-skinned alien now showing not the slightest bit of shyness about having her limp, dripping dick and obviously still-full balls wobbling about as she moves from one area of the console to another. "Ready for the next experiment?" \n\n<hr>\n[[Guess so.|GGAlien1x7]]\n\n[[No, and here's another thing!|GGAlien]]

Deciding to go with what you know (though you know choosing it will in fact make everyone assume you're a creepy middle-aged dude), you select female for your Minikin. The character model comes up, a short, slender, mostly flat-chested girl wearing vaguely fantasy-styled tanktop and boyshorts, giving an excited little hop and thrusting a fist in the air at being selected. She has blue hair (always a plus in your book) and fluffy grey ears and a bushy tail... some sort of canine, you'd assume. She wiggles a bit in place as the next choice comes up, class selection.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's path to glory!</center>\n\n[[Sorcerer|GGWOW3x1]]\n\n[[Thief|GGWOW4x1]]

Man, who even made this thing?! The wooden haft of it is longer than you are tall, and so thick you don't think you could put both hands around it and touch your fingers together. Both sides of the rough iron head of it are the size of TV trays, and probably thicker... it looks like it's been honed to a crude edge instead of properly sharpened. This thing <i>must</i> have been some kind of prop to just lay around while normal characters looked at it... no human actor would be able to lift it by themselves, let alone properly wield it! You reach out to touch it, and yank your hand back in shock at a sudden hurt to your fingers. Then your eyes roll up in your head and you slump to the floor.\n\nYou snort loudly as you abruptly awaken. At first it's completely dark, and you fear you've been left and locked in the museum overnight. But incredibly rapidly your eyes adjust until it's nothing more than dim, and you can see as well as if you were in a house with large windows and a full moon in a clear sky outside... except that there's no lightsource. You're laying in a long, curving stone hallway, the massive axe from the museum propped against the wall... only it doesn't look so massive anymore.\n\nLooking down at yourself is a complete shock. You're absolutely enormous... there's nothing to give proper scale other than the axe, but you'd have to guess that you're likely twelve feet tall now. Your skin is dark, almost like pen ink, and your arms bulge obscenely with muscle, your chest more befitting some idealized giant than anything that should really exist. Your legs are covered in coarse dark hair, more like hide than normal skin, and are set up completely differently than you're used to, ending in large black hooves instead of feet. Flopping from your bare crotch is a truly mammoth cock and equally elephantine balls... it's not even shaped like yours, the head broad and flat, like a horse's. Reaching your huge, thick fingers up fearfully, you confirm what you'd begun to suspect... your face bears a squarish muzzle with a nose pierced by a golden ring, floppy bovine ears, and curved upswept horns. You must be dreaming... you can't possibly have become a minotaur!\n\nStill, everything seems all too real. As you try to think through the situation, a scent assails your nose. You inhale deeply and it feels like it goes from your nose all the way down through your throat, striking through your body like lightning and flooding into your dick. In moments it's ragingly hard, jutting out in front of you, looking like it might be two and a half feet long. A woman! There's a woman nearby!\n\n<hr>\n[[A woman?! IT'S RAPIN' TIME!|Mino1x1]]\n\n[[Whoa! This isn't you! Get control of yourself!|MinoPlaceholder]]

"No, we... no!" You quickly try to calm yourself down, huffing. There is obviously a <i>very</i> different perspective here. "Look, let's... go get something to eat and we'll talk about this."\n\n"Okay," Mustang acknowledges, still looking thoroughly confused as you redirect the two of you's path towards the food court.\n\nSoon the two of you are sitting in front of plates of tray-warmed Chinese food. You try to arrange your thoughts as you chew a few bites. Actually you kind of think you remember stuff about horses mounting each other to assert dominance or just because it's the season. Most animals do, come to think of it, you're pretty sure. It's probably a bit of crossover from their animal halves, and everyone involved probably treats it differently. Sighing, you say, "Okay, look, you definitely can't do that sort of thing to a human, no matter how rude they are."\n\n"So why not?" Mustang says with a frown, lowering her forkful of beef. (You were a little surprised she didn't go for a vegetable platter, but there it is.)\n\nYou open and close your mouth a few times. Okay, you've always taken it for granted, so you've never really thought how best to lay it out. You know a lot of reasons it's negative, but they're all assumed by a viewpoint where it's already wrong. "Alright, so... you say centaurs just do it, right? It's no big deal for you, kinda like giving someone a yelling-at or something."\n\n"Basically," she agrees, frowning still as she eats another forkful of food.\n\n"Alright, but we don't do it that way. Humans see it as an extremely serious thing, a violation. Because we don't use it the way you do, it's way, way more serious. It's one of the worst crimes there is for us."\n\n"So, like... for you guys it's like stealing, or screwing someone over after making a promise, would be for us," Mustang replies slowly, nodding.\n\nYou open your mouth to reply that it's way more serious than that, then close it. You're not sure what it says about both cultures that they treat rape lightly and you treat stealing and betrayal lightly. After a moment you decide on, "Look, for us we don't do that. Especially just for being a jerk. It's a crime here and you'd get in big trouble."\n\n"Don't want that, like I said, the program's really important to me," Mustang mutters, looking down at her plate.\n\n"You did say that before," you note, grateful for the subject shift. "How come?"\n\nMustang hesitates, possibly the first time you've ever seen her react with something other than bluntness, then says, "Sure I'll tell, but first explain why that 'Trudi' was so fuckin' rude out of nowhere."\n\nYou sigh, sitting back in your chair. You don't particularly want to devote any more time or thought to Trudi than is necessary, but you suppose a question for a question is fair. "Trudi's generally a pretty unpleasant person," you answer, shrugging. "Or in other words, a complete bitch. She's of the opinion that different styles are okay, but if you're not spending thousands of dollars on your style you're just insulting everyone who does. Y'know, she thinks being a goth is just fine so long as you're wearing lipstick and boots that cost more put together than a new moped." You roll your eyes, then continue. "She also thinks 'types' should stay together, so she goes out of her way to put down people that 'get out of their place'. I don't really care if my friends are jocks or preps or nerds or what, and I guess that offends her."\n\n"That Leslie girl she mentioned is like that too?"\n\n"Yeah, Leslie's on a few teams at school. People like Trudi already treat her like crap," you add with a rather dark tone, before sighing and spending a few minutes eating. When you continue, you add, "Basically, I threaten Trudi's worldview. I'm friends with anyone that will be friendly with me. So that means those friends are more likely to be friends with my other friends, who are also outside their supposed group. Soon you've got goths and preps and jocks all sitting at the same table at lunch, and that pisses her off for some fuckin' reason."\n\n"One of those sorts that gets pissed when the herds mingle," Mustang sums up.\n\n"Pretty much." Huffing, you try to shove Trudi aside, both mentally and conversationally. "So hey, your turn, what's with the program?"\n\n"... Alright, well," she says after another second. "Okay it's not like I'm embarrassed of this or anything, it's more like I can't really explain it to my own satisfaction an' that kinda bugs me. But anyway, it's like this. Astronomy is one of the things a lot of us do, it's like a hobby besides all the physical stuff. But my mom, she was super into it. She wound up being a kind of lame hunter and fighter and worker but she is like a super great astronomer. And it's not like anyone disses her, they wouldn't fuckin' dare around the rest of the family, but there are times it seems like she felt she coulda done more, y'know? But when she was a kid and right now, doin' more outside of the homestead basically means going full human forever. You can't just be a centaur on the weekends if you're gonna try and live the life. So she stayed home and she takes care of the family and she does okay. But it seems like it sucks that she couldn't do more of what she wanted because we had to hide. So, this program rolls around and says, 'Hey someday you can be a centaur and go around among the humans as a centaur, the idea's to make that normal', and I'm like... y'know... that'd be good. I guess," she finishes lamely, obviously a little embarrassed as she takes a gulp of her soda.\n\n<hr>\n[[That's a great goal.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[You'd like to meet her mom.|GGMCE]]

You have several plans using your authority to get away with some outrageous shit and thereby look for clues as to which of these girls might be in the Magi-Cheer Five. You're fairly certain that at least one of them, if not more, is in this homeroom class... just because if this is all going to plot, as it seems to be, the undercover enemy always winds up in class with at least one of the heroes, it wouldn't be very exciting if it was a different class entirely.\n\nTo that end, you close the lesson plan book and stand up, all the girls going quiet and focusing on you again. "Alright, everybody, I think that's enough free time. Now, we're going to start with..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... an essay."|DarkMike]]\n\n[["... a dress code review."|DarkMike3x1]]\n\n[["... a bag check."|DarkMike1x6]]

"Alright, listen you lot," you say, turning to the other three. "Like I said, I need guides and help. I'd prefer all of it that I can get. So if you're helpful along with your boss, then unlike my initial interaction with him I can be very generous..."\n\nYou hold up your hands, palms pressed together, then slowly spread them apart further and further, their eyes all widening slightly along with the motion.\n\n"... or you can blow me off, and I can wind up feeling veeeery stingy," you continue, swinging your hands back together until they're almost touching, making all three wince. "So what's it gonna be?"\n\n"I'm helpful. Very helpful," the slightly green guy grunts. "More helpful out of ground, but very helpful."\n\n"Yeah I'm feeling super helpful too," another adds, nodding vigorously. \n\n"I'll help like nobody's business!" the third blurts.\n\n"Alright. You, put that away and get up, not that anyone will notice it's out," you direct to the leader, who flushes in humiliation and starts retying his pants. "You, get a better weapon than a chipped hunting knife at some point," you continue, snapping your fingers and dissipating the rubber binding the third bandit. "You, get out of that hole," you continue, turning the mud to water instead, the part-orc grunting as he's suddenly splashing around. "You, learn how to yell like a dude, you sound ridiculous when you scream. And you, behave," you add with a point at the clockwork snake, who nods abashedly and winds its way further up the leery-looking bandit's arm to curl around his shoulders.\n\nAs the part-orc guy clambers out of the water hole, you quickly blush and avert your gaze from the way it's making his cloth pants cling very thoroughly. Uh... wow. If you'd cast 'Small Your Dick' on him, he might have wound up as 'Only Slightly Above Average'. You glance at the leader as he regains his feet and shifts nervously. \n\n"Ah, so, where to, uh...?"\n\n"My name's Cyan."\n\nWhen he starts to introduce himself, you consider cutting him off just to seem badass, but you kind of do need to know their names if they're going to be helpful. Turns out he's Jonil, the guy you rubber-trapped is Kalim (he's got olive skin, thick black hair pulled back into a ducktail, and dark eyes), Throk (the part-orc guy, who's got a shaven head and, well, is really big and kinda green), and Kern (the dude with the new and obviously not quite wanted pet snake instead of a sword, a kinda lean and scrawny type). "But, uh, is that a question I can ask? Where we're going?"\n\n"What are my options?"\n\n"Uh, well, the nearest town is Gozin, it's a few hours down the road there, got all the usual stuff, inn and shops and all. Or we could go back to our camp I guess? I mean, me and the boys' camp. Ain't got a lot but, y'know, it's a place to go?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Gozin.|GGMage]]\n\n[[Go to the camp.|GGMage]]

Minikin are the "shorty" race. Your typical thing of "they're really 900 years old I swear", short, slenderly-built models with animal traits. Still, they're pretty cute, and undeniably popular with a lot of the playerbase, whatever their personal reasons might be.\n\nBoth male and female Minikin are pretty cute, so hm.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's sex!</center>\n\n[[Male|GGWOW5x1]]\n\n[[Female|GGWOW2x2]]

"... over," you complete, though Mustang's already rounded the side of the house and disappeared from view. "... Huh." You blink a few times, then decide that you don't have enough information to deal with what you saw right now. Instead you head inside to look for the kitchen.\n\nIt's a pretty simple affair, though it has everything you had back home and the appliances aren't at all archaic. You find a manilla packet on the round four-seat table and opening it, finding several sets of keys, a credit card, and a stapled set of pages that list things like which key goes to what, some basic chores that need to be done daily or weekly, and preapproved/probably approved/unapproved things you can use the credit card for. Tucking it into your wallet, you pocket a set of keys and hang the others up on a hook on the wall, then head back outside and settle into one of the chairs on the porch.\n\nAbout ten minutes later, Mustang comes trotting back up, rubbing at her face with a towel a bit. "Hoo! Okay, there we go!" She tosses the towel over the rail of the porch and grins at you. "Okay, all yours for the resta the day."\n\n"Cool. Uh, so, hey," you say, standing up and walking over to the rail to lean on it and be about eye level with her. "So I wanted to ask something, but I don't wanna be rude..."\n\n"Nah, fuck it," Mustang snorts, reaching out to thump your upper arm lightly. "Can't insult a centaur unless you're trying to, and we're pretty good at knowin' when someone's doing that. So ask whatever, I don't give a shit."\n\n"Okaaay," you acknowledge slowly, then shrug and say, "Are you a guy or a girl?"\n\n"Both," she answers with an amused snort, making you blink. "Ah, yeah, see, centaurs ain't a product of evolution or naturally occurring or anything, way way back in the day some magician or wizard or whatever started makin' centaurs by magically fusing horses and humans. Nowadays we know that our horse and human halves have totally separate DNA. Ain't such a thing as centaur DNA, there's human DNA here," she says, poking herself on the boob. "And horse DNA here." She reaches to poke herself on the horse back. "So sometimes the horse bit winds up one sex and the human bit winds up another. So yeah, dude in the back, babe in the front."\n\n"Oh. Huh." You nod, then grin. "Answers that, I guess." It is kind of nice to know she's so forthright and has such thick skin. You can see how this might be exasperating for some people, but so far you're finding it pretty simple.\n\n"So hey, here's something," she says, leaning forward to rest her own hands on the railing to one side of you. "I've been dyin' ta go inta town, but they said I couldn't until I got my trainer. So you're here! Let's get the keys to the truck and go!"\n\n"Uh." You blink, glancing at her lower half. Reminding yourself that she wants to you be direct, you say, "Two problems, I can't drive, and you're half horse, I think people might notice."\n\n"Naaah, I've got a thing," she says, thumbing towards the barn. "I'll look as two-legs as anybody. And I can drive that way too, I usedta do it on errands alla time. Frankly it's been kinda bullshit not to be able to do what I want, but I don't wanna get kicked out of the program, s'kinda important to my parents. C'mon, man, let's go!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah okay.|GGMCE5x3]]\n\n[[Tomorrow.|GGMCE]]

"History's perfect hunter," you murmur. "Fast, smart, absolutely lethal, and just as accessible through this method as its descendants the chickens."\n\n"Yessssss," Marie hisses in utter delight, even as her face pushes outward into a long, squarish muzzle, teeth already sharpening, her tongue tapering and lengthening as her lips flatten ans grey-green scaly hide covers them, spreading out from there. Her back arches, lifting her tits high and proud even as they start to shrink, hands trembling in pleasure as several of her fingers fuse together as all of them grow longer, with bulging knuckles and wicked claws curling from the tips. She lurches forward, bracing on those hands even as her arms become thinner, a bit shorter as her spine lengthens, a long, wide tail pushing itself out from above her ass, even as said ass merges into her lower body with the change in shape of her hips. She raises to her feet, thumping onto the balls of them as they lengthen, her big toes twisting outward and sliding back, nail curling and lengthening, growing larger and larger, tapping against the floor. "Yesss! YEEEESSSS! It feels so goooood!" she howls, her voice turning thick and sibilant as her neck thickens, eyes fading to one yellow and one red as her hair disappears. "Sooo goohraaa! <b>Hraa, hronh</b>!" she hoots as her vocal chords change, the sound filling the hallway as it echoes from within the reverberating chambers formed in her reshaped skull.\n\nShe wheels up to stand on her feet as her legs crack and reshape, altering the direction of her knees. Her skin is now a deep grey-green lizard hide with stripes and bands of gold, a bristling of thick, raven-black feathers sprouting from the top of his head and running down the back of his neck in imitation of his old form's mane of black hair. Those inhuman feet thump on the floor as he finds his stance, cock still jutting down from between his legs, but growing longer, tapering to a pointed tip, the skin becoming pinker and a handful of ridges along the top marking the tip rather than a bulge of the head. His balls retract upward into the slit that forms around the base of that long, gleaming cock, as he tosses his head and gives a few more loud honks.\n\n"Yeees, good boy," you say evenly, stepping forward and rubbing a hand up and down the side of the Utahraptor's neck. It leans its head forward and bumps it against you affectionately, making you grin... most of Marie's mind didn't survive the transition to Cretaceous lifeform, you can tell, but her worshipful outlook towards you clearly has. "Yes, you're a good boy. You wanted to turn people into dinosaurs, but you're happiest as a dinosaur yourself, aren't you?" At its low hoot of agreement, though you're not entirely sure it knows what it's agreeing to, you smile a bit more. "Now, let's go see Alexa, hm?"\n\nSeveral minutes later, the heavy metal door in front of you slides open, revealing Alexa with a wrist-mounted energy weapon of some kind pointed directly at you. You don't quite have the heart to tell her it would never work on you, even if she didn't instantly blanch at the sight of the raptor looming behind you. There's just a moment of hesitation as the big beast steps forward, eyes locked on her, before primitive monkey brain overrides all those thousands of years of evolution and she turns and bolts. The raptor trills in excitement as it dashes forward and leaps, tackling the fleeing woman to the floor and leaning forward over her. You're helping it just a bit as it presses its reptilian hands down over her arms to pin them, and brings one foot around, its scythe-claw slicing through the crotch of her suit and letting it split open, baring her pussy through the new hole.\n\n"What is this?! Get this animal off of me!" the auburn-haired woman demands as the raptor thumps its feet onto her legs and shoves her into position, her ass forced to raise up.\n\n"What's the matter, Alexa?" you ask as you stroll over, settling in at a good vantage point slightly behind. "Don't you want to fuck your wife?"\n\n"W-what?! Marie! Marie, no! Marie do-" Alexa cuts off with a gurgling noise, her teeth clenching and eyes rolling as the raptor thrusts forward, forcing its huge inhuman cock into the woman's pussy in a single thrust. It begins rocking its hips, using its legs to thrust forward, making even the motion and rhythm of its thrusts obviously not quite human, as if Alexa needed some reminder other than the long, ridged shape inside her and the heavy saurian body looming over her to remind her. Her grunts and moans are largely drowned out by the raptor tossing its head and letting out its hooting barks, mating cries not heard for almost 146 million years."\n\n"You should be happy, Alexa," you continue in a calm tone, though your slight smirk is back now as you do some mild fiddling with her own genetic structure. "Not only is your wife overjoyed to have been turned into a Cretaceous fuck-machine, you two are finally going to get what every loving couple must dream of."\n\nAlexa tries to focus on what you're saying, tries to formulate a response, but even as she does her body is forced into an unwilling orgasm by the dino-fucking she's receiving, her pussy spasming around the creature's thrusting saurian cock. Her tongue lolls out and her eyes completely roll up in her head as the raptor honks excitedly and starts thrusting faster, now spewing thick spurts of cum deep into her pussy, each one gushing deep inside and surrounding the handful of eggs her own newly fertile body has released.\n\n"Besides. Think of it as reviving a species," you add with a snicker.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|FemPalV3xEnd]]

"I need to be fucked!" you gasp out, shaking your fat bovine ass, your motions making your tits and udder wobble as well, and the bell around your neck jangle. "I need cock! I need to be fucked, I need to be bred, I need to have cum dumped in me!"\n\n"Oh. Uh, well, yeah, I can do that!" Celest answers cheerfully, quickly moving around the console and shoving down her silver hotpants, letting them drop to the floor so she can step out of them and kick them aside. It looks like she does have a sheath, or something like one, her cock partially out of it. The head looks something like a horse's, with a thick flared tip, but the top is tilted backward and it comes to a slight point towards the bottom. It's purple like the rest of her skin along most of it, but the closer to the head it gets the more it's speckled and colored with hot purple. Her balls are even bigger and heavier than they looked in the shorts, hanging down, and you'd swear that there's a faint pink glow to them that makes them an even more vibrant hot purple than the tip of her shaft, which is growing longer and thicker as it hardens, until it really does look like something that belongs on a horse.\n\n"Oh God yes fuck me fuck me with that big alien cock I need it so bad," you whine, actually turning around on all fours to point your ass at her, shoving your dripping black pussy towards her needfully. You mmmoooooan as her hands almost immediately grab your ass, squeezing and kneading it eagerly, though you still buck and twist your hips to encourage her to fuck you, never having needed anything in your life as badly as you need her inside you. And then that flared, angled head is pressing up against your rubbery black cowpussy, and spreading it open inside, an animal low of ecstasy sounding as she starts pushing deep, deep into you, filling you up and stretching you even better than a bull could.\n\n"Ohhhhh fuck, Cyan, your bovine genitalia feel so good," Celest moans out, some of her more relaxed manner of speaking apparently escaping her in her pleasure. She shifts her hands to grab your waist as she begins pumping her hips eagerly, her lower body smacking against your ass and making it jiggle, while your overfull pink udder and milk-heavy tits wobble under you with the impact. "Ah, ah, your gluteus was pleasing before, but the additional fat deposits from your genetic mingling with the Bos Taurus have made it even more aesthetic! Nnnnh, ah, my own genitalia are in such a state of pleasure!" she gasps out, leaning over you as her own large tits bounce and wobble in the confines of her silver top, her yellow eyes rolling a little.\n\nYour own eyes have rolled up with pleasure as well, your broadened tongue lolling out as you give yourself over to the heat, your brain in a fog of pure animalistic need to be bred. Your black cowpussy squeezes hard around Celest's alien prick, trying to suck it deeper inside you so that she can give you fat healthy calfs. You moo even more joyously as Celest leans forward, her breasts pillowing against your back as she reaches under you, jerking and tugging at your teats, giving short bursts of milking to both your boobs and your udder, feeling a small orgasm shudder through you practically every time you spray milk on the transporter pad, all of it building up higher and higher as that twitching, hot unearthly prick pounds into your decidedly bestial cunt.\n\nFinally you throw back your head and give a long, loud, and utterly bovine moo of release as your cunt spasms, gushing girlcum all over Celest's prick and heavy purple balls. The alien moans and jabbers something in a completely incomprehensible language, her cock shuddering and jolting inside you as you feel something intensely warm and tingly spreading around deep inside you. She quickly straightens up and pulls out of you, slapping her dripping wet prick against your ass and spurting glowing neon pink slime all over your Holstein-patterned ass and back, the alien's headtentacles twitching and writhing with every shudder and twitch of her prick that sends a fresh splash of cum across your body.\n\nEventually she catches her breath, her cock drooping and half-hard as she looks down at you and grins. "Thinking a little more clearly now?" she asks in a chipper tone.\n\n"Y-... yeah," you answer breathlessly, starting to feel most of the urgency, the screaming <i>need</i> for sex, fad away into something more like a deep and abiding post-orgasmic buzz.\n\n"Great!" Giggling and giving you a playful smack on the ass that makes you moo in surprise, she stands and heads back towards the console, leaving a little trail of gooey glowing droplets in her wake as her softening cock drips on the floor. "I'll go ahead and send you back to another pad to undo the merging."\n\n<hr>\n[[Y-yeah.|GGAlien1x6]]\n\n[[No, wait!|GGAlien]]

"Like... panting or something," you murmur, swallowing hard. "Like lots of big animals panti-"\n\nYou cut off as your throat tightens at the sight of eyes glowing red in the darkness. Two pairs of them move forward, becoming bright, beastly yellow as their owners step out of the shadows, giving you a clear look at their forms in the moonlight. You're distantly aware of a warm, wet sensation spreading through your own crotch and down your thighs as you stare at the pair of wolves. Somehow you'd always thought of wolves as just being the size of dogs, maybe a little bigger, but these... they're huge, they're way bigger than you'd be if you were on all fours, immense shaggy creatures of grey and white. And both have equally sizeable members jutting from the heavy sheaths between their hind legs, glistening red spears preceding swaying, furry sacks, their eyes fixed on Leslie and you with something your brain can only interpret as 'hunger'.\n\nDespite your earlier advice, something snaps in your brain and your sheer prey animal instincts take over, making you turn and bolt, the camp lantern clattering to the ground as you instinctively drop it to reduce your weight as much as possible, Leslie at first right on your heels and then starting to outpace you. Of course you only make it a handful of feet before you jerk some at the sight of more glowing eyes in the woods around you, and of course the wolves behind are instantly on you. One of them sinks its powerful teeth into the back of your jeans and yanks its head, the simple motion both sending you sprawling and tearing the denim, the back and crotch of your jeans as well as the panties beneath them torn to shreds in a single moment. You try to scramble away, but all your motion does is bring you up onto all fours, letting the beast move easily into place above you.\n\nThe pointed tip of its huge canine cock comes to rest at the entrance of your piss-soaked pussy, and for a moment you freeze up completely in shock at the realization of what's about to happen. And in that moment the wolf drives forward, letting out an almost triumphant-sounding howl as its long, glistening prick spreads you open, stretching your sex around the gradual bulge in the middle of its shaft before sinking the rest of the way inside. You grit your teeth and roll your eyes, letting out a strangled groan as you're violated by the wolf's member, your mind trying desperately to process both the situation and the sensation. Over to the side, underlying another wolf's howl, you can hear Leslie giving an almost gurgling yowl as she too, no doubt, has an animal's dick shoved into her.\n\nThe wolf begins driving its hips forward in a truly bestial fashion, fucking you without pity or remorse, its cock slamming into your pussy. You cry out with every thrust, feeling like it's trying to slam its prick right through your body, making your whole form shake with the power of its movements. That big, absolutely inhuman prick slides in you, stretching you but also slick and moving mercilessly, churning you up and making you feel like the beast's cock inside of you is the center of your entire world. Whatever animal part of your brain took over and tried to make you run still seems to be in charge a little, since it interprets getting fucked as a good reason to get wet, your pussy soon squirting with every thrust as if there weren't enough room inside for both your arousal and that thick canine cock. \n\nSoon you can feel something thumping against your pussylips, smacking against you with every thrust. Oh shit, the wolf's knot! It's not just fucking you it's going to cum in you! You have to-!\n\n<hr>\n[[-endure this!|GGWW]]\n\n[[-escape!|GGWW]]\n\n[[-give in!|GGWW]]

"I want to," you moan, slowly pushing yourself upright and sitting back on your heels, then blushing as a fresh rush of dog cum splashes out of you and onto the tile. "But my parents will kill me if I don't get home soon."\n\n"Oh, you're worried about a silly thing like that?" Errana asks with a frown. "Come now."\n\n"No, seriously." You stand up slowly, legs a bit rubbery, but you manage to steady them under you. "I mean... this was... I don't even have words," you finally offer, blushing. "And I <i>really</i> want to see you again, really soon, it's just..."\n\n"Well. Alright." Errana sighs, then steps in close, leaning down to kiss you again. You moan happily as your tongues twine together, before she breaks the kiss and leans in to lick your ear, voice dropping to a whisper. "But I get cross whenever I don't get exactly what I want. I'd absolutely love to have you again, treasure... but when I do, I'll have to <i>punish</i> you." A shiver runs through your body, and you're not entirely sure whether it's arousal or fear or some heady combination of both. Errana straightens up, those gorgeous big tits wobbling, then turns and makes her way towards the house, ass jiggling a bit as well with her steps. "I'll let you get cleaned up a bit and show yourself out. Come along, Svarog."\n\nYou sigh a bit as you watch the two of them make their way back to the house, not sure at all that you shouldn't have stayed. What you just did was... depraved, disgusting, and absolutely illegal. It was also immense amounts of fun. Shaking your head, you make your way back to the deep end of the pool and dive in. Swimming for a few moments to make sure you've got all the sweat and dog cum washed off, you clamber out and find a couple of towels laying nearby, using one to dry off. Pulling your clothes on, you head back out the gate, pausing briefly on the sidewalk to glance back at the house, spotting a single light on upstairs. Probably Errana in a huge, comfy bed getting pounded by Svarog, you think a little longingly. With another sigh, you trot off towards home.\n\n"You're a bit late," your mother observes once you get in. She blinks at you, then reaches out to lay a hand on your head. "Have you been swimming?"\n\n"Went to the pool," you reply straight-faced, since it's true if you don't say <i>which</i> pool.\n\n"Ah. Give me your swimsuit, then, I'll toss it in the wash."\n\nThinking fast, you reply, "Nah, it's in a plastic bag at the bottom, I'll hafta dig for it. I'll just hang it up in the bathroom after I shower, I may go back tomorrow anyway."\n\n"Alright. Eat anything?"\n\n"No," you admit, your stomach actually growling as you realize you haven't had anything and between swimming and having a lesbian-dog threesome, you've burned a lot of calories.\n\n"Alright, let me fix you something. It's good that you're doing outdoor activities and getting some exercise instead of staying inside getting up to trouble on that computer," she says happily, making you quickly repress a snort of laughter.\n\nYou eat and shower (after ducking into your room to retrieve a bikini that you can soak under the showerhead and then drape over the bar). That night as you lay in bed, pajama pants around your knees and a hand between your legs, you muffle moans as you think of Errana's big, pale, perfect tits and Svarog's big, red, veiny cock. But try as you might, you just can't quite get yourself off. You bring yourself right up to the edge several times, and at least once you hover there, almost, almost, but unable to quite get there even after several minutes. Finally you groan in frustration and flop back onto the bed, using a towel to dab up the wetness before pulling the drawstring pants back up. Damn... it seems self-stimulation isn't going to cut it after the intensity of today's experience. That's just temporary though... right?\n\nEventually you fall into a restless, sweaty sleep, your dreams haunted by the ethereal sound of Svarog panting above you and Errana's voice cooing, 'That's my little bitch.' When you finally wake fully, it looks late in the morning, and the sheets are tangled around you. Kicking them off, you sit up, trying to clear your head and figure out what you're going to do.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go see Errana again.|GGDog3x7]]\n\n[[Do a booty call.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Stay home.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

"I guess I could help out? I mean, it's pretty cool to get to walk around on a spaceship, so I feel like I could pay you back for that," you allow, letting some of the wonder of actually standing on the bridge of an alien craft sink in, no matter how odd the circumstances (or the alien craft, or its owner). "Though I don't know how I can help you, since you've got all... this?"\n\n"Hey, technology doesn't make you omniscient or omnipotent, it just gives you a heck of a lot more that can go wrong," Celest says with a snort. "Like, this thing is really well-maintained, but there is one system that's glitching and [[you could help find what's wrong|GGAlien1x3]]. Alternatively, I've been working on [[adapting to human culture|GGAlien]]... well, the one that there's the most easily-accessible examples of, United States of America culture."\n\n"You seem pretty adapted to me," you admit, folding your arms over your chest and looking at her thoughtfully.\n\n"Oh sure, for a casual conversation, for a few minutes," Celest allows, shrugging. "But that's just where our cultures overlap and what I've absorbed from your accessible entertainment broadcasts. You wouldn't call someone that's only watched TV all their lives well-adapted, would you?"\n\n"Guess not," you allow, nodding. \n\n"And... well, this would be a <i>huge</i> favor to ask, but..." Celest hesitates, then says, "Right now there's a debate on my planet about how to regard humans. Don't worry, don't worry, it's nothing insane like threatening to blow up your planet," she hurries to add, probably due to the obvious alarm on your face. "No, that's just yikes. What I mean is, people on my planet feel like within about a century, you actually will at least be able to communicate with us, even if you're not able to travel to our planet on your own. So there are people that want to stonewall you, there are people that want to welcome you and help you along, there are the 'wait-and-see'ers. Basically, if you could [[come to my planet|GGAlien]] and answer a few questions in front of some people, it might help ease tensions. If you don't want to or feel up to it, don't worry at all, everything will work out fine anyway almost certainly, it'd just be one of those things that could help out a little."\n\nYou let that turn over in your head a few times. Go all the way to another planet and essentially act as a spokesperson for the human race? That's... a big responsibility. But maybe you could do it... or just help Celest personally, no shame in that.

This guy's just so weird you've got to see what he's all about. Besides, he's the only one without a big mascot head covering his face, he might be able to do more than pose and wave.\n\n"Hey man, how's it going?" you call to the mascot as you approach. Seriously, from the waist up he could be any other clown... outdated bowler hat, frizzy orange-red hair sticking out to the sides of it, face painted white with a big red smile around his mouth and black markings around the eyes, big round red nose. A gaudy lime green jacket with plastic lapel flower with an obvious hose running from one side of it, wacky crooked bow tie and frilly button-up shirt. But from below the waist, he's wearing white satin panties... the sort that cover everything and leave plenty to the imagination... with white garters coming from under them and plain white stockings, along with white heels. How do they get away with that in a family park?\n\n"It is going FANTASTIC, my boy!" Dr. Frankenclowner calls in reply, sweeping a white-gloved hand out to the side. You actually jump a little in surprise, both at his enthusiasm and the depth and richness of his voice.\n\n"Uh, yeah." You glance him up and down, then grin a bit lopsidedly. "Man, how much do they pay you to wear that stuff?"\n\n"My boy, I would pay <i>them</i> to <i>let</i> me wear it!" the clown booms proudly, putting his fists on his hips and jutting his chin to the sky, as if posing for a statue. "You can't <i>do</i> this look without being <i>proud</i> of it!"\n\nHowever ridiculous he is, you have to admit that his personality is really infectious. You find yourself grinning at him, glad you came over. He returns his blue eyes to you and cocks his head, then gives one finger a cheeky little flick-and-point at you. "You know, my boy... I bet you've considered it yourself before."\n\nYour smile disappears and your cheeks color. "W-what?"\n\n"Oh yes, more than a few young lads have oft considered what it might be like to dress up in womens' garb. Especially the frilly, lacy, silky sort. Nothing wrong with that. If you have such a curiosity," He lowers his voice and leans his head in, waggling his white-painted eyebrows. "I could of course help you with that."\n\n<hr>\n[[Well... maybe you are kind of curious...|Frankenclowner1x1]]\n\n[[2creepy4u, abandon thread!|Frankenclowner]]

Your brain briefly tries to reject what it's seeing and come up with some more reasonable explanation, but confronted by a fat man and a huge bag that clearly came down your chimney, apparently your own eyes outweigh your attempts at rationality. "Um, well, merry Christmas, uh... Santa."\n\n"Yes, merry Christmas, Holly," Santa answers with a chuckle, setting down his bag before resting his hands on his hips. "You've been an awfully good girl this year, so here I am."\n\n"Thank you, Santa. I mean, uh, seriously, thanks and all, but... aren't I a little old, to...?" You trail off, just pointing up at yourself, as if to make it clear why you're confused that Santa Claus is paying a visit to a woman of your age.\n\n"I'll visit anyone who keeps Christmas in their hearts, Holly! And you've done a wonderful job of that over the years. So I always slip at least a little something under your tree. I imagine you usually think that a relative sent it and you forgot putting it under there."\n\nNow that he mentions it, you do sort of recall exactly that happening... well, practically every year since you moved out of your parents' place. Well, gosh. Santa Claus... is real, and you're talking to him.\n\nAs if taking your silence for some sort of thought, Santa sighs a bit. "This is a bit troublesome, I admit. Usually when a child spots me, I can count on them to keep it secret... or, if I'm honest, their parents to just chuckle and pat them on the head if they insist they saw Santa. An adult seeing Santa... are you perhaps thinking you'd like something in return for not telling...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No, of course not!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Well, maybe just a little something...|HollyXmas7x2]]\n\n[[Something, at least!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Oh you're going to milk him dry!|HollyXmas]]

"I can't make Ranma do anything!" the little old man agrees, though you can see his body trembling in fury.\n\n"'From now on, Ranma's his own man, and I can never make him go along with my crap again!'" you croon, flipping the metal and gemstone leaf like a coin.\n\nHe smacks a fist against the ground, but quickly blurts out, "From now on, Ranma's his own man, and I can never make him go along with my crap again!"\n\nYou drop the pin onto his head, folding your arms and feeling a sense of smug vengeance for all the times he's bullied you into going along with one of his schemes. Happosai snaps a hand up and shoves the leaf into his fringe of hair instead, and is immediately surrounded by a cloud of smoke with an audible *POMF*. You sneeze as some of the smoke goes up your nose, and you squint one eye closed as you try to see through the smoke. When it clears, Happosai is standing there, although definitely looking different... fuzzy, black raccoon ears top his head and a fluffy ringtail juts from the back of his pants, which bulge obscenely in front due to his enlarged sack. His top also bares a big round belly that's a bit flattened in front.\n\n"You look weird," you inform him flatly. "But now that you've got your pin, make with the man-ness for me, old man."\n\n"Maybe eventually! Since you felt free to <i>postpone</i> our deal, I think turnabout is fair play!" Happosai sneers, and begins thumping his hands against his belly rhythmically. It sounds almost exactly like a festival drum, oddly enough, and he begins pounding out a quick beat on it. \n\n"Huh?" You stare at him, feeling your eyelids go heavy and your body gradually relax. Your shoulders slump, and you wobble in place a little. You can feel the beat of his belly-drum in your chest despite it not being all that bass, and your thoughts are thick and a bit fuzzy, as if they were slow to come.\n\nAfter a few moments, Happosai ceases drumming on his belly, smirking at you as he orders, "Now, strip."\n\n"Yeah, okay, I guess," you reply airily, not seeing any particular reason not to, somehow. You undo the clasps of your shirt and shrug out of it, your tits bobbling as you move your shoulders. You tuck your thumbs into the waistband of your boxers and pants, sliding both down your curvy legs, the motions making your tits wobble as you step out of them and straighten up, standing naked in the midst of the campsight. 'Huh? What am I doing?!' you think, feeling a bit shocked, but at the same time disconnected from what you're actually feeling and doing.\n\n"Ooo, very nice," Happosai purrs, that bulge in his pants starting to shift shape, getting much larger above, his pants stretching further. "Bounce up and down a little. And call me 'Master'."\n\n"Sure, Master," you say dully, starting to work yourself up and down slightly on the balls of your feet. Your tits bounce and jiggle energetically, shaking back and forth slightly as well as up and down with the slight shift of the ground under you. 'What the hell is going on?! No way I want to show off for this little old pervert! How's he making me do this?!'\n\n"That's enough for now," the transformed martial arts master snickers after several minutes, allowing you to stop and settle back on your heels. "Now, I bet you know what I'm going to ask you for next, eh, Ranma?"\n\n<hr>\n[["To model lingerie for you, Master?"|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[["To worship your cock, Master?"|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[["Take revenge on your enemies, Master?"|FRanXPlaceholder]]

You decide to go have a chat with the woman... if only because "I talked to this woman with enormous breasts" sounds a bit more impressive to your friends than "I saw this woman with enormous breasts". And you're definitely going to be telling your friends about her. You find a set of stairs that leads from the upper area down to the lower and trot down it. Luckily you only have to do a bit of mild jogging of your own to catch up with her, since she's pulled off to the side to take a drink from her water bottle. "Hi!" you call as you approach, lifting a hand.\n\n"Hello there," she replies in a cultured tone, looking over at you, then glancing down briefly. "Lose something...?"\n\n"Huh? Oh, no. I mean, I don't have a dog, I was just out taking a walk and decided to walk through here," you admit as you stop in front of her. "I don't mean to bother you, I just was interested in yours and-" You get a good look at the dog next to her, with its broad shoulders and stub tail, and your throat contracts enough to stop your words. He has red eyes... not demonically glowing or anything, but they're definitely red. There's some sort of... feel to him, immensely dangerous and intimidating. ... And a little arousing, you have to admit, feeling just a little dampness in your crotch.\n\n"Yes, he is beautiful, isn't he?" the woman practically purrs, running a hand along his shortish, broad muzzle and over his pointed ears until she can scratch behind them. The word could just as easily apply to her... she's about your mother's age, and aside from those attention-grabbing breasts, she has long hair as black as her dog's fur (currently pulled back and held in a loose ponytail with a red band), gorgeous deep dark eyes, and an overall figure that's every good thing associated with "curvy".\n\n"What is he?" you manage once you get over your instinctive reaction, keeping your hands at your sides despite the fact that you now badly want to touch him.\n\n"Svarog is a breed of my own creation," she replies a bit airily, but with a knowing smile. "He's very special."\n\n"Oh. You breed dogs, then?"\n\n"It's something I've gotten interested in, in the last few years. I'm Errana, by the way," she adds.\n\n"I'm Cyan. Um, can I...?" you ask, gesturing to her companion.\n\n"Of course. He's very even-tempered, and doesn't do a thing without my say-so."\n\nYou reach out and lay a hand between Svarog's ears and rub gently. You're surprised by how hot he feels... well, black dog, sunny day, out running, you suppose. Still, he's very soft, and you make a pleased noise and suppress a shiver at the feel of petting something that gives off such a feeling of strength. Somehow it's more like petting a tiger than a domesticated dog. He just watches you evenly with those red eyes as you pet him, and you're not sure if he'd like to lick you or take your arm off... which somehow just adds to the thrill.\n\n"Svarog and I were about to go for a swim," Errana says, interrupting your thoughts. "Would you care to join us?"\n\nYou blink at that, looking up. "The park has a swimming pool?"\n\n"It might. I was going to use the one at my home, though, where you're welcome to join us," she replies, smiling.\n\n"Oh. Uh." You blink again, then realize, "I don't think I can. I mean, I don't exactly have a swimsuit handy..."\n\n"Oh, that's alright, dear." Her smile turns just a bit wicked, dark eyes dancing. "I rarely use one myself, so you'll fit right in. It will just be you, me, and Svarog there, after all... I assure you he won't mind. Will you, boy?"\n\nSvarog lets out a noise that's almost as much huff as bark, but it does oddly sound like an affirmative. You feel your cheeks color at the thought of going skinny-dipping with a someone you just met. ... Still, it is a little exciting, too...\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the invitation.|GGDog3x3]]\n\n[[Refuse the invitation.|GGDog4x1]]

You waffle for a few moments, then sigh heavily and nod. "Okay, okay, I'll be your guinea pig."\n\n"Yay!" Celest squeals, hopping forward and throwing her arms around you, practically stuffing your head through the window of her top and burying it between her boobs in her excitement. "Thanks Cyan, thanks so much, I really appreciate it, and-! ... Oops, sorry," she murmurs, pushing you back and stepping away.\n\n"I-it's fine," you stammer, flushed and with rumpled hair.\n\n"Just step up on that platform to the left there, I'll get better readings if I beam you from pad to pad. Oh," Celest adds, pausing in her movement towards the central console. "You might want to go ahead and take off your clothes."\n\n"Huh?" you ask, then oh. "So that they don't get, like... telefragged into something?"\n\n"More so they don't get all ripped apart. See, the subjects don't always arrive merged, especially with humans," she says with a sheepish grin as she starts working the controls. "A lot of times just the human comes out at the end, and then the merged genetics... assert themselves. So there's a lot of clothing damage."\n\n"Oh." Sighing, you nevertheless start to strip down... resisting the urge to check whether Celest is looking at you as you do (or if there's any response from that incredibly lewd bulge in her shorts... man, don't they have shame on her planet?)... after all, this is just troubleshooting, right? You pull off your shirt and toss it aside near the platform, then toe out of your shoes before undoing your jeans, pushing them and your panties down and sliding off your socks at the same time, trying not to think about how you're shaking your ass in the air and displaying your pussy and pucker to your new alien friend. When you do straighten up and glance over, Celest still seems to be focused on the console... but you also notice that she's standing a little closer to it and has her lower body turned a bit further away. Flushing all the way to your collarbone, you decide to follow her example and pretend that nothing's happened, just stepping up onto the teleporter pad and moving to one side of it. "Alright, ready as I'll ever be," you announce.\n\n"Okay! I was just picking out a subject to start with. Since I'm concentrating the reactor resources all on the scanners and teleporter I can get just about anything from Earth, but obviously something unattended is best. Luckily..." She grins, then slides up two risers on the console.\n\nThere's a glowy effect, and a cow materializes on the pad next to you with an effect not unlike a bunch of polygons fitting together like one of those 3D puzzles. You jerk a little to the side as it lows, the bell around its neck jingling as it turns its head back and forth, its hide white and brown splotched and with a fairly heavy udder underneath it. "You're gonna use a cow?" you ask a little plaintively.\n\n"They're one of the most plentiful large mammals on the planet, plus humans are closely entwined with them, so yeah we've done a lot of snagging them to figure out what's what," Celest admits. "Because of that we've got a lot of data on them so I figured that would be the best place to start. Okay, here we go, test one!"\n\nShe works the sliders again, and you feel that same strange slightly tingly slightly distant slightly relaxing sensation of going to pieces as you did earlier, vaguely aware of the cow doing the same out of the corner of your eye. And then you're coming back together on the pad in front of Celest, jerking a little again at the sudden shift in position, and this time your movement causing a jangle from the cowbell you're now wearing. You hurriedly look down at yourself and pat your bare stomach, hips, and tits a few times, but other than wearing the cow's bell, everything seems normal. "I don't think it did anything," you announce, glancing up at Celest. "I still seem to be mmmoooooooo!"\n\nYour eyes widen as that sound comes out of you, then you lurch forward as your body starts twitching and shuddering, hugging yourself with both arms. Your tits expand out in a surge so rapidly they actually jiggle and wobble from the initial burst of growth, before settling into a slower, more gradual swelling as you can feel them filling with milk. You shudder, eyes rolling as they turn a deep, dark brown, your body twitching as your pussy starts drooling down your thighs even as it darkens, turning black even as the lips thicken and take on a different, animalistic texture. You let out another "Mmmmoooooooo!" as you arch your back, milk-heavy tits starting to dribble white from your now long, thick nipples, even as your skin darkens here and there, taking on the splotchy pattern. Your eyes roll as you have a small orgasm at the feel of your belly bulging out, turning pink, your new udder already starting to fill with milk even as it grows in and drapes heavily over your sodden crotch. You can just barely see your short horns poking their way out of your forehead, your next moo taking on an even more animalistic sound as your lower face pushes out somewhat, taking on a more muzzle-like configuration that still leaves you with fairly anthropomorphic features. \n\nOverwhelmed by the sensations of the change, you drop to all fours, your milk-heavy breasts and udder swaying beneath you and hanging down, all six teats dribbling milk to the surface of the teleporter pad as you shake your slowly growing and fattening ass, your tuft-tipped tail lashing back and forth over it as it grows in. "Mmmmooooooo, oh fuuuuuck, why ammmmooooo I so turned on?!"\n\n"Uh, yeah, this has happened a few times before too," Celest admits sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. "Apparently the merging process activates a lot of species' heat or rut cycles."\n\n<hr>\n[[Demand to be changed back, now!|GGAlien]]\n\n[[Demand to be fucked, now!!|GGAlien1x5]]

Your friends spend quite awhile looking for you, obviously, but they never really give the scarecrows they pass by in the pumpkin patch a second glance... certainly not enough to notice that one of them is wearing their lost member's clothes. You watch them pass back and forth in front of you, calling your name, but even in the clear light of day you're unable to make your sewn-on mouth move. Your painted-on eyes simply have to stare straight ahead as they come and go over a period of days, the police doing the same, until finally the pumpkin patch stands as empty and silent as it ever was. If there was ever any hope of someone discovering you and somehow changing you back, you give it up and resign yourself to watching the pumpkins grow.\n\nEvery full moon, however, the monotony is broken as your scarecrow captor leaps down from his nail and reaches up to take you down from yours as well, before stuffing his corncob between your legs. Though obviously the number of positions is limited, he still exercises what creativity he can for those long hours under the bright light of the moon. Sometimes he stuffs his corncob into you from the back, behind your hips instead of between your legs. Sometimes he rubs it all over your burlap face, upsetting your glasses and rumpling your yarn hair. Every so often he even pulls up your shirt and rubs it between the large orange pumpkins stuffed in your plain bra, shimmying them around. Whatever he does, it all feels the same to you... intensely pleasurable, the exact same form of intense pleasure, so that even in this there's a kind of monotonous edge, dulling your senses even as it excites and ignites them. This goes on for about three nights, before he goes as still and motionless as you are for the rest of the month.\n\nA few years later on a fairly dark night, at least a week before your monthly romp, you get to watch what happened to you from a spectator's perspective. Some rather athletic girl, wearing a windbreaker over a sports bra and sweatpants, pulling a wagon behind her. Dared to come to the spookiest pumpkin patch she can find, you'd bet. You watch as she looks at both of you, though of course her gaze lingers on the far more imposing male scarecrow. Silently you look on as she gives into whatever magical lure probably guided your own decisions that night and walks over, undoing the scarecrow's pants and pulling out the long, stiff corncob with its mottled, glossy kernels. You can see her going through the same litany of emotions you did, laughter, curiosity, and then fascination as she reaches a hand up to touch it.\n\nSoon she's fucking her mouth on it and moaning like a bitch in heat, her sweatpants riding halfway down her ass as she frigs herself. You can see it all from the outside this time, her legs and then back stiffening up, her head turning lumpy and flattening into a vague approximation of her face made out of stitches and marker, her blonde hair and ponytail turning into a collection of long strands of yellow yarn fastened at the back of the bag. You can even see the orange of the smallish pumpkins pressing into her sports bra, the gourds jarred out of place slightly when she falls over backwards. Your scarecrow master immediately leaps down from his pole and moves towards her to consummate her change, and you feel a strange sense of both betrayal and arousal as you watch his frenzied, inhuman humping. When he's done, he straightens her clothes and places her on a pole of her own. A week later, he takes you both down from your poles and spends several particularly energetic nights fucking both your straw bodies as much as possible.\n\nThe years stretch on and on, and gradually the scarecrow expands his harem. No matter how many people come out to look for their lost loved ones, they never seem to notice the always increasing cluster of scarecrows dressed like them. Here one wearing a police uniform, there one wearing a plaid skirt and white blouse, even one with a skimpy Slave Leia outfit barely giving any help defining her straw doll-like form. As the master scarecrow keeps adding more female scarecrows to his collection, he makes use of you less and less. There are times where you're fairly certain that at least a year of full moons goes by before he hauls you down from your pole and gives you almost a perfunctory humping. Without the regular bouts of pleasure, as even and unchanging as it was, you begin to lose more and more interest in what's going on. You watch the seasons change one after the other, dully take in the sight of your master, captor, lover, whatever he was madly fucking his newer acquisitions, and gradually you stop thinking anything at all.\n\nSome years later, the master scarecrow takes you down from the pole, apparently intending to make use of you for the first time in a long time. He pushes his corncob into the rustling straw between your legs, then pauses. It's as if he can sense that there isn't even the lingering trace of a mind in there to feel anything. Perhaps sadly, or merely boredly, he lifts you off of his corncob cock and leaves your pants and panties tugged half down your hips, not even bothering to rearrange them as he always used to do before setting you back onto your pole. Then he saunters off towards some of his fresher acquisitions.\n\n<b>Pumpkin Patch</b> end - <i>Just a lifeless scarecrow</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

Snarling, you let her get the upper hand for just a moment, long enough to focus on shifting some of your energy into your skull, hardening it until it's something more like iron than mere bone. Then you snap your head forward, striking your forehead against hers just below her horns, your own horns cracking lightly against some of hers and giving them a few chips and cracks. It hurts like Heaven, but your attack has the desired result, Leslie jerking backwards with the impact and her eyes glazing over, her body actually going semi-limp for a moment. Even demons can get their bells rung, and looks like your hardened skull did the trick, even if Leslie's probably the more athletic of the two of you as a succubus. You quickly twist and half-shove her over onto her own back, grabbing for her wrists and shoving them to the floor as you move to straddle her, pressing your cock and balls down on hers as you shift your position to the dominant one.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Talk to her.|GGHH7x3]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|GGHH]]

She briefly looks shocked, then rallies and lets out a snort. "Yeah right, as if you could."\n\n"Alright then, that's the way we'll do it."\n\n"Hey!" she yelps as you twist her arm around behind her back, turning her and pressing her to the wall as you trade the air pistol for some handcuffs you keep in the same drawer. (Hey, never know when stuff like this will come in handy. She squirms and lets out a few more protests as you finish cuffing her, then slip her phone out of her pocket, giving her ass a swat once you have. Pushing her ahead of you into the living room, you give her a shove down onto the couch, then get out your own phone and dial your friend Kristov.\n\n<i>"Yeah, Buddy, what's up?"</i> he drawls in a bored tone that makes it clear he doesn't think there's the least possibility your call's worth his time.\n\nKristov's a real asshole, after all. Normally you're not even sure why you're supposedly friends with him. Of course, then you have a situation like this. "Hey, Kris, I had a group of little teenage bitches decide to egg my house."\n\n<i>"Bitches, you say?"</i> That certainly seems to have gotten his attention, and from the tone of his voice you can't help but picture the scruffy, bad-boy biker-type suddenly having a pair of dog ears that perks up.\n\n"Yeah, I managed to snag one of 'em and she's on my couch now staring at me like she knows she fucked up." You smirk at your captive, who is indeed doing just that, her eyes wide, before continuing. "She wouldn't tell me who the rest were, but I figure you and your guys could track 'em down."\n\n<i>"Well I <b>do</b> so enjoy helping a friend,"</i> Kristov sneers through the phone. <i>"So, do you just want to make sure they pay, or shall we get them all together in front of you?"</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Just make sure they pay.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Get them all together.|BuddyPunks]]

"You're gonna give me your name, and the names of all of the rest of your friends who were out there vandalizing my home," you reply firmly, narrowing your eyes at her.\n\nShe blanches a little, either at the idea or at your scowl, but apparently rallies a bit and purses her lips. "Why the hell would I do that?!"\n\n"Because if you don't," you reply, squeezing her arm and making her yip a bit. "I'll-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-give the cops the video."|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[["-have some friends of mine find them instead."|BuddyPunks2x2]]\n\n[["-tell them all you did anyway."|BuddyPunks]]

Finishing making the slight extra tweaks, you close the menu, and watch as Nabiki... actually blushes a little bit, glancing to one side and brushing a fingertip against her cheek.\n\n"Heh... just kidding. I mean, what's up?" she asks, her voice having lost a little of the brazen, confident edge of before and actually warmed up a little.\n\nWow. You hadn't expected quite that much of a change, but it's actually surprisingly cute... and rather hot, to think that you've made such a difference in her, and that the usually implacable "mercenary girl" apparently now has the blushies over you. There's a simultaneous urge to covet and protect, and also to abuse the hell out of that for a power trip, and you're not entirely sure which to go with... or maybe a bit of both?\n\n<hr>\n[["Let's hang out."|RanPP]]\n\n[["Let's go out."|RanPP]]\n\n[["Just here to borrow money."|RanPP]]\n\n[["Just here to borrow money... to use on another girl."|RanPP]]\n\n[["Just here for a pump and go. Oh, and some cash."|RanPP]]

"Suuuuure," you agree, feeling that it's a necessary expression of your enthusiasm to draw out the word, though you also wind up giggling a bit at yourself. That sounded so weird! You grin as Bellweather plucks up another, nearly identical pipe and starts packing it as well. "I mean, I've never had any before, so like, good time to try it, huh?"\n\n"Aye lass, aye, always helps the first time when you're already relaxed and in a good mood," the Halfling chirps as he finishes packing the bowl. He uses a small striker apparently just for that purpose to light it and puffs a few times to get it started, before handing it over to you. He quirks an eyebrow as you place your lips to the stem, then start giggling again. "What's so funny now, lass?"\n\n"Indirect ki-... heheh, no, nevermind, sorry," you answer, snickering quietly to yourself.\n\n"I've rarely met as amiable a drunk as you my dear, please do keep it up," Bellweather chuckles as he lights his own pipe and starts puffing on it lightly.\n\nCarefully, you inhale. You're expecting something noxious that will make you cough, like you usually see in shows, but the smoke you pull into your mouth is actually surprisingly smooth, sweet, and rich... it actually sort of reminds you of the quadrupel. It's almost instinctive to inhale more deeply, letting it flow into your lungs, and then breathing it out in a small but rather dragonish cloud. "Ohhh hey, that's really nice," you coo happily, settling back even further against the couch. "That is... nice."\n\n"I don't stock anything below 'nice'," Bellweather answers proudly, watching you with sparkling eyes as he leisurely smokes his own pipe, occasionally blowing little smoke rings. "Perhaps sometime when you come back, I'll have gotten in some of the 'really very fine' stuff."\n\nThe thought of something better than this makes you shiver a little as you take another pull from the pipe. Actually, you kind of want to shiver again, or maybe squirm, as a pleasant almost tingly sensation suffuses your body. You feel very sensitive and sort of aware of yourself, while at the same time slightly apart, like all the little worries and foibles of your body were a few feet to the side and you were just over here enjoying all the good bits of being full, and drunk, and smoking this really amazing stuff. Though you admit that as you puff slowly, that feeling of being warm gets more and more insistent... it's not really uncomfortable, but you feel like it should be, and after awhile you sit up some and set the pipe down nearby. "I'm hot," you announce seriously. "I'm gonna take some of this off."\n\n"Aye, lass, make yourself comfortable," Bellweather agrees in a casual tone, not so much of a flicker of surprise or shock on his smiling face, just his eyes sparkling as he watches you fiddle with undoing your chestwrap. There's no leer on his face, well, you're pretty sure, he just seems as easygoing about it as if you'd asked to take your shoes off.\n\n"Ahhhh," you moan happily as the wrappings are loosened enough that the pressure of your breasts pressing outwards is enough to undo them the rest of the way, the wrap falling to the floor. You shake your shoulders and giggle at the sight of your now obviously hefty tits shaking and wobbling freely. "Woooow these are big," you declare. "They didn't used to be this big," you confide to Bellweather in a stage whisper.\n\n"No, 'tis my understanding they do work like that, aye," Bellweather replies amiably.\n\nGiggling, you lift your ass off of the couch to slide your pants down and wiggle them down your legs, then flop back to sit, letting your legs spread and show off your sparsely-furred crotch. You pick up the pipe again and puff at it, holding it with one hand while the other roams over your six-pack. "I am fuckin' ripped," you announce solemnly.\n\n"Aye, must've been quite a bit of work, lass."\n\nThat just sets you off again because it totally wasn't, you just happened to wake up like this again, but rather than explain it to him you just giggle a lot and start kneading one of your full, fat breasts, letting out a satisfied plume of smoke at how good it feels. Something in the back of your head says you ought to be ashamed of yourself, but frankly at the moment you can't even remember what shame felt like, just tweaking and pinching at your nipple as you feel that pleasant, tingly, absolutely without-worries feeling suffuse your entire body. Mmming, you slide your hand back down your stomach and cup your crotch, hearing the faint <i>shlk</i> noise as you stroke two fingers up and down your slit. "Mmmm, fuck, I'm so fucking horny," you moan lowly, as if it were a revelation to you as much as anyone, starting to pump those two fingers into yourself.\n\n"Aye, lass, y'do seem to be," Bellweather acknowledges with a chuckle. "In fact, I think you're having a bit of an affect on every man in th' house."\n\nCurious, you look over, and yeah, your host has a (surprisingly large) bulge in his well-tailored pants. But as he quirks his eyebrows and tilts his head, you follow the motion, and wind up staring a bit at the sight of the immense red prick that's slid out of Fang's sheath, glistening as if it were just as soaking wet as your pussy. "Oh, wow," you say in a dazed tone, your rather addled brain not sure what to make of that sight.\n\n"Afraid it's been a mite longer for Fang than it has been for me," Bellweather chirps. "Poor fellow's probably rather backed up. Say, dear, why don't you take care of his problem and yours all at the same time? Plenty of room there on the floor in front of you to get on all fours," he suggests, as if it were an invitation to go for a stroll through the garden on a sunny day.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah okay!|GGMonk5x4]]\n\n[[Hahahahahahanaaaaaaaah.|GGMonk7x1]]

Hm, you have one particular reason to pick Nabiki over her sisters... namely you should be able to get some money out of her. Admittedly you could probably just spawn money with the debug menu, but since you've got some time to kill anyway, why not see if you can get some out of her?\n\nYou knock on her door, waiting for the call of 'What is it?' to announce yourself and be invited in. Nabiki's outfitted for her calisthenics uniform, wearing a snug black one-piece and loose orange shirt. A very light sheen of sweat shows she's probably only just stopped, and yet she's sitting in her chair taking on a very businesslike manner. "So, what can I do for you today, Eric? Can I interest you in one of my very popular high-interest pay-when-I-like loans?"\n\nResisting the urge to snort, you touch the pendant to open the menu, Nabiki freezing completely in place. You notice that there's now a new button, 'Apply Preset'... checking it shows that the slider positions you used for Ranma are apparently stored in the program's history. Huh, that's kind of useful... it did seem to work very well on Ranma, after all. It's at the very least a good starting place, so you go ahead and hit the Apply button, watching her sliders move.\n\nNow, let's see...\n\n<hr>\n[[That should be fine.|RanPP14x1]]\n\n[[Bump up her libido and lower her shame some too. ("Sex Friend Nabiki")|RanPP]]\n\n[[Increase her affection for you even more. ("Besotted Girlfriend Nabiki")|RanPP13x2]]\n\n[[Increase her libido, lower her shame, increase her greed. ("Whore Nabiki")|RanPP]]

In your current state you cannot think of a single possible reason why that isn't the best idea ever. You're horny, the dog's horny, this is a win-win all around, as far as you're concerned. "Yeah, okay!" you chirp gleefully as you set the pipe aside again and then half-slide, half-fall to the floor, giving a soft 'oof' and then giggling as you notice how much bouncing it caused in your chest. "Gawd they're jiggly," you snort as you settle onto all fours, heavy boobs hanging down below you.\n\nFang had already perked his head and ears up as you started to get on the floor, but as you settle onto your hands and knees he rises to his paws and pads over quickly behind you. You can almost feel the sniffing of his nose near your pussy, and because it seems the thing to do at the moment you wiggle your ass at him and coo, "C'mon, boy! C'mon!" Then you squeak and let out a peal of laughter as his broad tongue washes across your pussy. That feels so weird! And then it laps at you a few more times, working up your damp folds and flitting over your pucker, and you wind up moaning loudly amidst your giggles. Hey, that's actually kind of-\n\nJust as you're starting to almost drift on how good that broad, flat doggy tongue feels slurping at you, there's a sense of movement and then Fang is settling onto your back. That part of your brain that was telling you not to take your clothes off earlier is now yelling at you through the haze of booze and halfling leaf, but that haze is really effective and you are just not caring, feeling nothing but curiosity and anticipation as you feel something poking at you. And then that long, thick, pointed-tipped prick is thrusting into your cunt, and you gasp loudly at the feeling of the big black beast taking your virginity. You let your mouth hang open as Fang begins thrusting, pumping that glistening red rocket into your dripping pussy, his forelegs wrapped tightly around your middle and claws pressing against your toned abs. Your breasts sway heavily beneath you with the motions of the dog's thrusts, his motions rocking your entire body... especially once you begin rocking back against him, fucking yourself on that pulsing puppy prick with abandon since you don't see why you wouldn't.\n\nThat dog cock pounding your pussy feels so good that you almost don't notice the motion in front of you until Bellweather puts his hand to your head and guides it downwards, towards his own stiff dick. He's a pretty hefty size too... not just for a Halfling, but for a human! And of course it seems the most natural thing in the world to wrap your mouth around his cockhead and start sucking and licking to the best of your unpracticed ability, allowing the motions of his head and the impacts of Fang's hips together guide you taking more of it into your mouth and down your relaxed throat. You continue to eagerly suck your host's dick as his dog pounds your cunt, loving the feel of those two hot, eager poles in either end of you, rocking yourself between them without an ounce of shame or reservation.\n\nYou can feel something thicker and hotter slapping against the wet, plump folds of your pussy, and almost instinctively start rocking back against Fang's thrusts harder. At the feel of his knot popping inside you and swelling, you cum, harder than you ever have in your life, your whole body trembling as your pussy spasms and squeezes around the canine cock buried in it and spurting you full of dog semen. Your eyes roll with the intensity of your climax, providing you with a brief view of Bellweather's own orgasmic face, eyes heavy-lidded and lips slightly parted as he thrusts forward and pumps his own thick load down your throat. Then you're slipping down into a pleasant, hazy fog of unconsciousness, barely aware of Bellweather's cock slipping out of your mouth or your ass being kept in the air by being tied with Fang.\n\nYou wake up with a mild headache and feeling vaguely sore all over. Mmfing, you sit up slowly, putting a hand to your head and feeling something slide off of you. You blink a few times to clear the slight film over your eyes and look around... you're still in Bellweather's living room, having been asleep on the floor apparently, with a pillow tucked under your head and a soft blanket covering you that's now slid off to rest around your legs. Your bare legs. Like the rest of you. You look down at yourself, befuddled as to why you're naked, before everything you did last night comes rushing back, making your face heat. Holy shit... you not only sucked a virtual stranger's dick, but you did it while <i>his dog</i> was fucking you! \n\nAs you try to sort out your feelings on that, you take another look around. Fang is actually in sight, curled up beside Bellweather's chair again, apparently asleep. You can just barely see down the hall to an open door, where you think you can see a bit of Bellweather's bed. And from the light coming in through the windows, it's probably just barely dawn. What to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Get dressed and leave.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Wait for Bellweather to wake up.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Wake up Bellweather (lewdly).|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Wake up Fang (also very lewdly).|GGMonk]]

It might get kind of lonely being the only one around with a brain. Grinning, you begin to infuse demonic energy directly into Leslie's soul. She bucks and howls as she begins to experience the same agonizing pleasure you did earlier, which makes her asshole do some wonderful squeezing around your cock.\n\nUnlike you, her breasts don't grow nearly as much... her ass rounds and swells a little, but her tits only get the slightest bit of growth. Her muscles twitch and tense, taking on a lean, catlike layered look as the skin over them starts to turn a rich blue like your own. She closes her eyes and leans her head back, mouth wide open so that you can see many of her teeth sharpening, giving her a slightly sharklike appearance, her tongue jutting out and growing longer, the tip separating slightly into a fork. When her eyes open, they're black-scleraed and yellow irised like your own, bright and unseeing from the painfully orgasmic feeling of her transformation.\n\nYou coo gently, rubbing around the base of her spine as her tail starts to sprout. A crown of short thorns pushes out from the top of her forehead, pushing back her bangs some as her hair washes from blonde to a deep, dark red color. As you slam forward and spill your load into her, giving her the final burst of energy she needs to finish her transformation, her wrists break free of your grip and grab at the table, shiny black talons scraping curls of wood from the surface as they drag along it. You smile, slipping out of her, cum dribbling down from her slightly stretched hole and over her plumped-up blue pussylips.\n\nBefore you can say anything, she's whipping around and tackling you to the ground. You yelp and grab for her wrists as she curls her fingers, trying to shove her claws closer to your face. "Cyannnn! I'm gonna fuck you up!" she snarls, yellow eyes glowing and spike-topped tail thrashing behind her.\n\n"You ungrateful bitch!" you growl back at her, shoving up at her. "I give you this gift and this is the thanks I get?! Oof!" This last as she thumps a knee into your side with demonic strength. Enraged now yourself, you twist and yank, sending the two of you rolling across the floor in a spitting, yowling, clawing blue mass of flailing limbs.\n\nSoon the two of you are back in a similar position, though you now have several scratches oozing dark purplish blood, as does she. Leslie snarls again, turning her arms to shift and make a grab for your throat instead, with you having to switch to pulling on her arms instead of pushing on them. As she does, you can feel something rubbing up against your own cock... seems at some point your newly-created rival has grown her own member. She's not trying to kill you... this is a struggle for dominance!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to toss her.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go head to head.|GGHH7x2]]

"We need to keep it distracted... <i>really</i> distracted... for long enough for one of us to access the computer and wipe all the files," you murmur quietly to Jane. You wince a little in anticipation of her likely reaction to your idea. "I think... I think one of us needs to seduce it."\n\nIt's not quite as bad as you thought, at least, Jane just giving you a flat look. "Let it fuck one of us, you mean."\n\n"Well yeah." You grin sheepishly. "You said yourself they're pretty horny... if it focuses in on that, the other one of us should have plenty of time to access the computer. And if you were right earlier, all this will go away, probably before it even, um... finishes."\n\n"I guess I can't exactly say the plan wouldn't be effective," Jane grumbles. She takes another quick glance around the desk at the rapor, who's still zapping pixelated aliens, then looks at you. "So. Which one of us is going to be fuck-bait?"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Her.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You.|Sauria13x4]]

You dash towards Tifa, who yanks her gaze back towards you in surprise, just starting to get a punch thrown when you're already in range. You snap a hand out to grab her wrist and immediately swing around behind her, forcing her to bend her arm. When she tries to snap her other elbow at you, you take the opportunity to grab her other wrist and haul her arms into a position where you can begin to force Tifa into position. She winces, and for just a moment struggles, but you've got her too locked-up with the way you can make her arms bend. She's forced to sink to her knees and lean backward, her back arched hard and lifting her cotton-clad tits into the air. Her skirt rides up in front too, showing off the way her white cotton panties are hugging her pussy. The position also forces her head back towards you, so that she's face-to-face with your bulge, her eyes widening as your fat cock hardens and quickly pushes open the zipper of the shorts, springing free and thumping against her chin and throat.\n\n"Mmmm, c'mon, open up, bitch, you know you wanna suck this cock," you coo at her, shaking your hips to rub your heavy brown balls against her lips. "Lemme at that throat-pussy, you know you want to."\n\nTifa turns her head as much as she can, then you can feel her twitch as your whores start chanting "SUCK THAT COCK! SUCK THAT COCK! SUCK THAT COCK!" The jeering chant gradually grows louder as even the Tifa supporter NPCs start getting caught up in it, demanding their beloved bartending cinnamon roll open up. Perhaps finally breaking and about to snap at them to shut up, Tifa opens her mouth as if to speak... and you of course immediately pull back and drive forward, shoving your cock between her lips all the way to the root, her throat bulging obscenely with your girth. Her body goes stiff with shock, her throat tightening hard and squeezing around you as she starts reflexively trying to swallow. Then she starts squirming and struggling as much as her position will allow her, even as you start thrusting your hips hard, slam-fucking her helpless mouth mercilessly.\n\n"Yeah, that's where you belong, cunt, on your knees and with a dick in your throat," you purr at her in a tone like poisoned honey, your balls slapping against her face with every thrust, the bulge of your cock clear through her throat. Despite the brutal pace of your thrusts, you're in no hurry to cum, enjoying the sight of her writhing and twisting beneath you in her helpless position, forced to display herself for the jeering, catcalling audience, her large breasts jiggling and wobbling with both her movements and your impacts. Once you think you've fucked some of the fight out of her, you release one of her wrists, and as expected, she grabs at your hip, but she can't focus enough to try throwing a punch. Using your free hand, you reach down and yank up her shirt, spilling her boobs free to jiggle and wobble in the fetid Midgar air. \n\n"Oooo, look at these big whorish tits of yours, they're almost as big as Mai's!" you 'compliment' your victim, leaning forward a bit to slap at her jiggling bare boobs. "These are gonna make me a lot of money once I put you on a corner, slut!" Releasing her other hand, you grab her nipples and pinch roughly, feeling her try to groan out a protest around your prick, the sound muffled by you bulging out her throat. You lift up on her nipples, letting the jiggles pass through the slightly coned shape of her boobs, before releasing them to bounce and jiggle free. You straighten up some, smacking on her cheek lightly a few times, then repeating on the other side. "How's that, huh? How's that? You about ready for my cum, huh? Yeah you want lots of my cum, fucking whore."\n\nFinally you wrap your hands around her neck, rubbing your thumbs over the bulge of your own cock, feeling Tifa renew her struggles as you force her throat to tighten even more around you, cutting off even the tiny bits of air she was able to get. But not for long, as you use your grip to give her one last round of rough, relentless face-fucking before groaning and shoving forward balls-deep, emptying your hefty sack into her throat and down into her belly. The exhausted Tifa's muscle reflexes make her swallow and gulp at you like a pro, forced to greedily suck down every last drop until you're done. You pull your cock free and step back a bit, leaving her wobbling in place, arms dangling at her sides and still on her knees, back arched, face wet and mouth hanging open as she gasps for breath, her eyes glazed. Smirking, you lean forward and shove on the side of her head, leaving her to topple over and sprawl on her side on the dirty street, tits flopped out.\n\n"Weak bitch," you coo at her, giving your cock a few victory lap strokes.\n\n<hr>\n[[New round!|GG-FF-PA-Tifa-NewRound]]\n\n[[Finish her!|GG-FF-PA-Tifa-URW]]

The term "pigman" gives you several amusing ideas. Grinning, you nod towards the dangling pink costume. "Sure, I'll pig out," you joke.\n\nThe shopkeeper chuckles politely, taking down the bodysuit and boxing it up for you. You put it on your card (while being mildly surprised that it isn't more expensive), then head home. You spend the rest of the day rummaging around in various closets and boxes and making a few quick outings to stores that conveniently happen to be open until very late to finish assembling what you need for the idea you have in mind. \n\nThe next day, you haul the bodysuit out of the box and take a look at it. It's a somewhat ponderous thing, feeling rather heavy in your hands, obviously containing a fair bit of rubber padding. Shrugging, you start pulling it on, wiggling and squirming your way into the pinkish suit, tugging it here and there to get it into place. Zipping the back up, you pull on the attached hooded mask, wiggling it around to get it settled, before getting up and plodding over to the mirror. You find you can move fairly easily and naturally despite the added restriction and weight, and settle in front of the mirror to have a good look.\n\nYou're actually surprised just how much it changes the look of your body. Obviously it didn't make you any shorter, but your whole body looks broader, more, well, squat. The piggish face with its floppy ears has a vaguely humanish look to it, but then of course it's got your eyes. The arms somehow manage to look flabby and strong at the same time, and your hands are tucked into the gloves so that they form two thick, hoof-tipped fingers and a large thumb. Of course it's got a big, fat belly on it, though since it's rubber it's pretty firm, which means it's got a kind of "strongfat" impression to it. It also doesn't obscure something you didn't notice the suit had before... a sizeable cock! Thick and dangling, the pink rubber phallus has a set of massive, wrinkly balls underneath it. The shaft and head are slightly different than a human's, but the shape isn't too dissimilar... you're not entirely sure what a pig's looks like, but you've heard "corkscrew" and this isn't quite that. Anyway, it somehow manages to make your legs look thicker and shorter than they really are, ending in slightly short, hoof-toed feet. Man, some judicious padding can go a long way, you suppose.\n\nNow clad as a squeaky, shiny pink pig-man, you head back to the bed to retrieve the rest of your costume. You pull on a set of battered, stained jeans (which luckily hide the bodysuit's endowments... it's not quite <i>that</i> wild a party, at least not to start with). Then you pull on your newly-purchased t-shirt, with text reading 'The Man' and an arrow pointing up, and 'The Legend' with an arrow pointing towards your crotch. You're rather happy that it doesn't quite cover the suit's big pink rubber belly. Finally, you tuck an oversized cigar into the muzzle of the mask. At first it seems about to fall out, but when you reflexively try to bite down, it settles into place. Huh... must be coincidence.\n\nAfter trotting around the room experimentally, you decide you don't really need to wear shoes over the suit... besides, going barefoot (or barehoofed) in a stranger's house will just complete the image. Chortling to yourself, and not really noticing the snorts that sneak in there, you wedge yourself into your car and drive on over to the party.\n\nOn your way over, though, you take a moment to reflect. You think your costume is pretty clever, and were planning to (pardon the term) ham it up. But you don't want to actually <i>offend</i> anyone, do you?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just wear the costume, that's funny enough.|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke, go whole hog! *snort*|BuddyOctPlaceholder]]

"It's my fault," Rei groaned, head in her hands. "It's all my fault."\n\n"Yeah, pretty much," Minako agreed from where she was standing at the roped-off but still open elevator doors, peering down at where lights were flashing and the crew was moving around.\n\n"Minako!" Ami hissed softly from where she was kneeling behind Rei, the black-haired girl having seated herself on the floor beside the door to her room.\n\n"Well it's not like we don't all know the rules," Minako replied, turning and holding up a finger. "But actually I guess it's partly his fault for not listening to you."\n\n"I tried to follow the rules!" Rei half-wailed, lifting her head with tears streaming down her cheeks. "But I walked in, and he was laying there naked stroking his cock, and I could smell his pre, and-"\n\n"Oh. Yeah. That's kind of a bitch, huh," Minako allowed, putting a fingertip to her lips and glancing down. "Can't really blame you there, any of us would have done the same, it's how we're made."\n\nUsagi, meanwhile, had been looking at one hand, ticking off fingers as she tried to count properly. Then, giving up, she ducked back into the apartment for a moment. After checking the calender, she poked her head back out. "Hey, isn't Mars rising to full ascendant position right now? The planet, I mean?"\n\n"Huh? Yeah, I guess, but-" Rei went silent, her face going pale, one hand going to her stomach.\n\nMinako let out a whoop of laughter, walking over to her friend and slapping her on the back. "He lives! Or at least his genetic legacy does!"\n\n"Oh god," Rei groaned, putting her face in both hands again.\n\n"Oh dear," Ami murmured. "I suppose we'll have to start rearranging our shifts to cover yours in a few months."\n\n"Nah, I bet we can totally get 'em to make a Senshi uniform in maternity sizes," Minako snickered.\n\n<b>Worldland Senshi</b> End - <i>The Magical Girl Boyfriend Effect</i>

"Mmm, 'kay," you murmur, though your voice is such a carrying rumble that it sounds a bit like you used a bullhorn. You lift Celest up and off your cock, sliding it out of her, the alien moaning and then giving a squeak as so much cum falls out of her at once that it's like somebody dumped a bucket of it on the ground. She laughs as more of it drains, her stomach slowly flattening it out. \n\n"I think I'll need to turn on the extra duty cleaning cycle for the pad on this beam!"\n\nYou chuckle at that, waiting until she seems mostly emptied out to set her down away from the small pond of cum that came out of her. She trots back to the console, her whole lower body still soaked and pussy gradually closing up, and spends a few moments as before working switches and dials. And then you're back on the other pad, watching the elephant derez and disappear a moment later. "Had a lot of fun on that one, huh?" you say with a smirk, looking over at Celest.\n\n"I think we've both had a lot of fun on all these," she answers with a giggle, then mms. "I'm... pretty sure I have all the data I need, now. I mean, we could always go for one more, but... I'm not sure it's necessary..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to one more.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[Suggest calling it good.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[Suggest an experiment.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[Suggest a lifetime of tests.|GGAlien1x10]]

So, wait... you get more work for the band, you get extra money and perks, <i>and</i> you get to play with a big fat cock? Where exactly is the downside of this deal, put like that?! Oh sure, the guy the cock's attached to isn't exactly a looker, but he's rich, he can look however he wants!\n\n"Oh I am definitely gonna wrap my pretty red lips around your prick," you coo as you sashay around the desk, sinking to your knees in front of him and running your hands up and down his thighs. You wrap a hand around the base of his prick... though your fingertips just barely touch... and proceed to match action to word, slipping your painted lips over the tip of his prick and starting to bob your head, making soft 'mm!' sounds as if it were delicious as you flick your tongue over it.\n\n"Mmm, it's always so much easier when they're already sluts," the owner murmurs, resting a big pudgy hand on your head and stroking your hair. "You are a slut, aren't you, 'Erica'?"\n\n"Mm-hmmm," you coo around his cock as you slurp the entire head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before pulling back to answer, stroking him with both hands as you do. "I'll be a complete slut for you, as long as you keep all that stuff you promised coming!"\n\n"That makes you more of a whore, but either way," he chuckles, mming quietly and puffing on his cigar as he watches you go back to sucking him off.\n\nYou continue bobbing your head, bit by bit taking in more of that big thick prick, giving soft, pleased noises as you go and leaving smears of bright crimson lipstick on the taut skin. It's quite an effort working it into your throat, but you're particularly excited by now... you take just a moment to tug your skirt up, showing off your own cock tenting out the front of your panties, before you push your head down, letting his girth stretch out your throat. His hand starts putting light pressure on you now, urging you in your movements, getting you to keep going, taking more and more of that massive fuckpole until finally your painted lips are pressing around the root of it, his silk boxers brushing against your cheeks.\n\nYou wiggle and press your face in a bit more, before starting to move your head up and down, deepthroating him like a good little whore, eyes rolled up to watch his fat, smug face, his leer through the haze of cigar smoke making you shudder with pleasure and soak some more pre into your panties at the thought of all he's going to give you so that he can keep leering at you like that... though you think you might be getting addicted to this cock, leer or not! It's just so big, and so hard, and stretches your throat out in the lewdest way possible! And when it starts throbbing and you pull back, his cum is so thick and there's sooooo much of it, filling your mouth up in just a few spurts, some of it escaping and coating your smeared lipstick as you do your best to gulp all you can down.\n\nIt's not too surprising when he pulls your head back and tugs at you, urging you up. Smirking as well, you quickly get to your feet and then bend over the desk, pulling your skirt up in back and wiggling your panty-clad ass at him. His plump fingers deftly tug at the ties at the side, letting the scrap of scarlet go drifting to the floor, displaying the wet spot soaked into the front of them as your stiff prick is left to jut forward against the drape of your skirt. Then one of his hands grips your hips, the other grabbing that fat, spit-lubed fuckpole to your pucker and starting to push in, making you moan loudly. It's sooo much bigger and thicker than anything you've had before, just sliding deeper and deeper into you. "Oh, oh Daddy, your cock feels so good," you moan enthusiastically, bucking your hips back towards him a bit.\n\nHe chuckles loudly, letting out a billow of smoke as he does like some horny, plump dragon. "Mmm, I like that... in fact, go ahead and call me that from now on, girl," he declares, delivering a quick smack to your ass that makes you squeal with delight and clench around him. He keeps pushing in, sliding forward until his still-clad hips press against your bare ass. When he begins to thrust, they're slow but hard strokes, taking his time about claiming you and making sure both of you know your place... bent over a desk begging for more of his dick. Which you do like a good little slut, cooing and moaning eagerly as his thick prick stretches your tight little ass again and again.\n\n"Oh Daddy yes, your cock's so good, it's so big, it's the biggest cock I've ever felt, Daddy, I love it so mu~ch," you mewl enthusiastically, the simpering, girlish pleading for more dick becoming less and less artifice by the second. When he reaches forward and grabs your hair to haul your head back, you let out a loud gasp and actually cum a little, a few spurts of cum still mingled with pre flitting out of the tip of your bobbing, swaying prick to land on the ground. But the big one hits when he actually thrusts forward and you can feel that thick heat spreading through you, your eyes rolling a little and lips curling up in a brainless smile as your own cock twitches and fires long ropes of cum, your whole body shuddering in climax.\n\nOnce he's pulled out of you and sunk back into your chair, you prove your dedication to being a good little slut and sinking to your knees in front of him again, starting to use your mouth again... as well as picking up the discarded panties and wrapping them around him, stroking them up and down as you clean him up. Eventually he grunts and waves you off, and you get to your feet, skirt falling down over your half-hard cock and the cum dribbling from your ass down your taint and inner thighs as you do. A little quiver of extra delight runs through you as he plucks up a white envelope and holds it out, the flap just open enough to give you a peak at the stack of money inside. "Here you go, baby girl, just as promised. And there'll be more of those... and more of those other benefits we discussed... as long as you keep putting out so delightfully."\n\n"Thank you, Daddy," you coo, tucking the envelope into the inside pocket of your vest. You turn to go, then hurriedly catch something else he tosses to you... a packet of wet wipes. Blushing, you then let out a chirpy giggle and another "Thanks, Daddy" before stepping outside and taking a moment to clean yourself up before heading home.\n\nDeciding that with this much money taking a cab won't hurt, you spend awhile hailing them down as you walk... various guys hoot and holler as you pass, but in your mildly euphoric haze you just ignore them. It's not until you get home and head for a bedroom, your distracted call of "Hey Sean" getting answered with "Dude... what are you wearing?" that you recall that you didn't bother going back to Damien's place to change. Oops.\n\n"Ah, yeah, remember how I mentioned I joined a band to do jobs? Well, this is our gimmick, we're called 'Honey Trap'," you explain, turning towards him and resting your hands on your hips. You'd normally be more nervous, but all things considered you're in too good a mood. "We just played our first gig tonight, it went really well!"\n\n"S'good, I guess." He looks you up and down, raising one brow as he takes in your attire with a somewhat amused but otherwise unreadable expression. "I mean I gotta say, you do look pretty good like that, can see why an audience'd dig you if you're good at singing too. You actually wearing panties with that, bro...?"\n\n... Oh, right, you actually aren't at the moment. The thought makes you blush a little, though you imagine he's probably thinking that's just from getting asked the question.\n\n<hr>\n[[Deflect! Deflect!|CC7x2]]\n\n[[Hm, wanna see? ♥|CCT]]

"I mean c'mon, I'm just dressed this way 'cause it's the band's schtick," you answer, or rather non-answer breezily, grinning and shrugging. Then you make sure to give an audible 'oh' as you tuck a hand into your vest pocket and pull out a hundred and a couple of twenties you'd bent the edges of to mark them, walking over to hold them out. "Will this cover me?"\n\n"Ah, yeah, that's plenty little dude, good job," Sean rumbles happily in agreement, apparently no longer caring what you're wearing on any level so long as you're kicking in for the rent.\n\nNodding, you turn... making sure not to do so fast enough to make your skirt fling up... and head into your bedroom, flopping down on the bed with a happy sigh. You've still got plenty of money in your pocket too... Daddy's so generous!\n\nThe next morning Damien calls your (cheap, prepaid) cellphone, excitement in his voice. "Eric, we just got offered <i>three</i> more gigs this month! All of them pay better than the first, too! 'Honey Trap' is a hit!"\n\n"Wow! That's great to hear!" you gush back, having to suppress a giggle. Oh, if he only knew why they were getting those jobs... although it sounds like he knows it's thanks to you once he continues.\n\n"The lady on the phone said it was thanks to your negotiation with the owner of the club from last night, so me and the others talked about it... you're our official business manager now, too! Oh, right, she said you needed to come down to her office to sign some stuff related to the jobs, you got a pen for the address?"\n\nYou shower, then dress in your usual clothes... at least until you get to downtown. You stop into a store to buy something that's at least evocative of your band's style, even if it's not really crossdressing... a pinkish-purple T-shirt with splatterpaint designs in other somewhat pastel colors to wear over a netting long-sleeved shirt, and new black jeans along with some boots. Not necessarily 'professional' by tradition, but indicative of your profession. That done, you walk the last few blocks to the address Damien gave you, riding in the elevator up to the floor and hitting the buzzer on the door. At the call of 'come in' you, well, go in, quickly spotting the woman Damien must have talked to on the phone. She's gorgeous, probably in her mid thirties if you were guessing, her black hair mid-neck length, a pair of thick-rimmed oval glasses settled low on her nose, the lines subtly drawing attention to the tiny beauty mark on her chin. She's wearing a maroon sweater-dress, the fabric hugging her breasts and hips, legs sheathed in black stockings. She smiles knowingly at you, waggling the stick of pocky in her fingers as she looks you up and down.\n\n<img src="images/DaddyAssistant.jpg">\n\n"So you're Erica, hm? Well, Erica," she continues before you can correct her. "I'm the assistant of... I believe you call him 'Daddy'?" At your blush, her smile grows into a smirk. "Don't be embarrassed... I've called him that more than a few times. It's <i>so</i> wonderfully thick, isn't it?" She giggles softly as you squirm and give a nervous giggle of your own, before she continues. "He's decided he'd like you to continue to call him that, so from now on we'll just refer to him as Daddy, alright? Now, I'm sure your friend told you that your band has been booked for three more jobs this month, just for a beginning, and likely that he's made you the band's business manager... a suggestion I subtly made to him while we were talking. Now, in point of fact, <i>I</i> will actually be the band's business manager... oh, don't worry, I very much intend for it to succeed, just like all of Daddy's investments."\n\n"Ah, so, you manage a lot of his stuff for him?" you ask.\n\n"All the little details. I take care of those so that he can look at the big picture and big decisions... and enjoy the fruits of his labors and his discoveries. Discoveries like you. Hm, I suppose that makes me sort of your babysitter... well, just call me 'ma'am', that works. In any event, just leave the money matters and scheduling to me... I'll filter them through you when necessary to go to the rest of the band. For now, though, the real reason you're here is for one of those benefits Daddy promised you last night... your enthusiasm was apparently such that he's decided to spoil you a bit. Make sure to thank him properly with even more enthusiasm when next you see him, hm?"\n\n"Oh, I will, Ma'am," you promise eagerly, still flushing but now grinning excitedly.\n\n"Good! Now, follow me to the car, please, I'll show you to your benefit."\n\nWhat an interesting turn of phrase. Still, you do indeed follow her downstairs, the two of you climbing into a white town car that the driver quickly sends flitting through the streets. It's not very long before you're pulling up in front of a large, opulent hotel. You're actually a bit shocked when your babysitter gets out and beckons you to follow her through the lobby and to the elevator, pressing a button for one of the higher floors. "If you're curious, Daddy owns this hotel," she explains, smiling at your stunned expression. "Oh, you thought it was just little dive nightclubs? No, those are one of his 'for fun' ventures. He's simply more comfortable in such places, I imagine. Ah, here we are," she says as the doors open, walking up to one of the doors and slipping a keycard out of her purse... then passing it to you. "You can leave it with the hotel staff when you go out, by the way, just to avoid losing it as if it were a pair of panties," she adds breezily.\n\nBlushing again, you tap the card against the panel next to the door, hearing it unlock and pushing it open. You stare a little at the inside... it's not huge and insanely opulent, but in comparison to Sean's apartment it is. The colors are mostly greys and tans, including the plush-looking furniture and carpet. The bed is on an upper level largely closed-off by glass, a whirlpool bath set next to the picture windows that run all down the opposite wall, giving you an unobstructed view of one of the fiew decent natural vistas in the city, the bay and the mountain across it. Built into the wall at the front of the raised area is both a small desk and a long gas fireplace, flames dancing above sparkling jewel-like glass beads. To the left is, instead of a kitchenette, what looks like a rather well-stocked wetbar, lit with blue lights through the clear shelves and featuring a mixing station and sink. There's even a TV attached to the ceiling, just in front of the glass partition walling off the bed area.\n\n<img src="images/DaddyRoom.jpg">\n\n"W-wait, are you saying that... this is mine?" you whisper, feeling like your breath's been stolen.\n\n"Yes, it is, as long as you continue to be a good girl for Daddy," Ma'am says breezily, pulling a few more things out of her purse as she moves around to face you. "To that end, your new benefit comes with some responsibilities. First of all, you can go out as you please, but on nights when you're not singing with the band you are to be back here and ready to attend to Daddy whether he wants to go out or stay in... I suggest adjusting your personal hours to a more nocturnal set, Daddy would be very displeased if you fell asleep midway through a date. You will always carry this at all times," she adds, holding up a shiny new cutting-edge cellphone in 'Rose Gold', passing it to you. "His number, mine, and those of your bandmates are already plugged in. Never call him unless it is an emergency, and even then always try to call me first... if you need something, call me instead. At the same time, you must <i>never</i> let Daddy go to voicemail if you can help it, always answer as soon as you can or immediately call him back if you do miss a call for some reason. To that end, I'd keep it nearby at all times." She holds up the other thing she's holding and spreads them like playing cards... or rather, credit cards. "Store credit cards, only good at those stores, otherwise no limit. They are primarily clothing stores, lingerie boutiques, and beauty spas. You are to wear entirely female clothing from now on, save when you meet with your band members, if you feel the need to do so. No jewelry, no particularly expensive coats or things like that... Daddy will buy you plenty of gifts if you're a good girl, I assure you. Understood?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait, this all sounds super controlling...|CC]]\n\n[[Hm, well... whatever Daddy says!|CCT]]

The chances of Jade pulling you to your doom are just too high. Ignoring her and her repeated calls for you to help her, you clamber up the ladder, flopping yourself onto the grating and looking down at her.\n\nJade moves to the edge of the car's roof, which will obviously be submerged in a matter of seconds, and takes a desperate leap of her own for the ladder. But the mostly submerged SUV rocks with the motion of the fluid at the last moment, throwing off her jump and sending her splashing into the stuff. You watch her get swept off, flailing and spluttering and, you're fairly certain, swearing vengeance.\n\nYou crawl over to the corner of the small suspended area, coughing as you turn and lean your back against the cement wall to try and keep your head out of the noxious fumes of the stuff rushing by less than a foot below. You gradually feel consciousness steal away from you, easing down into darkness, letting it sweep away from you like you watched Jade being swept away in the flood. The last thing you hear is a roll of thunder and the sound of heavy rain starting.\n\nIt's still raining when you come to, with rainwater being the only thing in the gulley below. You spend a few minutes looking around, figuring out that there's a small access tunnel you can crawl down and come up on one side of the road. Ducking your head and hurrying out of the downpoor and into a small parking structure. Trying to shake some of the water off of your clothes, you wander past the small handful of cars parked nearby. You pause as you catch your reflection in one, glancing at it, then moving over to look in one of the mirrors. Your hair has gone dark black instead of dark brown, and your eyes have darkened as well... there's still a hint of blue there, but they're almost black. \n\n"What the hell?" you mutter, brushing fingertips against your hair, then jerking a little at a sudden brightness from behind you and a call of 'Hey!' You straighten up and turn around, spotting what must be some sort of security guard. Middle-aged guy, a little portly, almost completely stereotypical if not quite as fat as the usual.\n\n"What're you doing in here?" he growls, resting his hand on his... pepper spray holster.\n\n"I'm just getting in out of the rain, man, don't hassle me over that," you reply with a sigh, shrugging a little.\n\n"No, I won't hassle you over that," the guard says, his tone suddenly agreeable as he lowers his hand from the pepper spray and shifts the flashlight so it's not shining in your eyes.\n\nYou blink, both at no longer being blinded and the easy acquiescence. You've... never had a guard react that trustingly and agreeably. Actually you're pretty sure you recognized this guy, and he chased you out of here before when it was <i>hailing</i>. You frown at him for a moment as you remember that, and then decide to try something. "Actually you should let me stay as long as I want."\n\n"You can stay as long as you want," he replies easily, bobbing his head.\n\n"... And give me the money in your wallet."\n\n"Here's the money from my wallet," he answers breezily, stepping forward and fishing out his wallet, then proffering what has to be at least a hundred dollars to you.\n\nYou stare at the bills for a moment, before accepting them and shoving them in your pocket. ... Apparently whatever that stuff was, breathing the fumes from it gave you some equivalent of... what, the Jedi Mind Trick? You look at the guard, who's just standing there, looking at you almost expectantly, as if not entirely sure what to do with this person he's now told can stay as long as they like. \n\nStill, best not to look a gift horse in the mouth, what if this is only temporary? You could take the opportunity to have him offer you a place to stay while you recuperate from your recent experiences. ... Or, you think with a darker thread, you could take the opportunity to avenge yourself on him for that time he chased you into the hail. Drawing back from that a little bit, you could just try to profit off of what he has to give as much as you can, then get out of here.\n\n<hr>\n[[Shelter.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Revenge.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Quick profit.|Palladium]]

You bite back the dozens of cutting retorts that rush to your tongue and swallow them. Instead you remind yourself that you are a canny top bitch, and you know how to work this sort of situation to your advantage. You quickly formulate just what you want to say and how to say it while plastering an innocent, curious look on your face. "Oh, Maeve didn't tell you?" \n\nThat immediately takes a lot of wind out of the blue-haired girl's sails, and she blinks, the smile falling off her face. "Tell me what?"\n\n"She saw my thigh-highs on the train and fell in love with them." You idly raise one leg a little and run a hand along your own thigh, as if mimicking a motion Maeve might have made. Okay, really she just rubbed your knee, but honestly it was almost as blatant as touching your thigh. "She was telling Orin to have ten pairs ordered for her right then and there," you continue, adding the little detail of how the siblings act to make sure she knows you're not making it up. "Though knowing her I bet she has him up it to twenty before the night's over, just in case."\n\n"Maeve loved th-" Erika's eyes widen, and she quickly looks aside, raising her hand and nibbling one blue-painted thumbnail nervously. You supress a smile, knowing just what sort of thoughts are going through her head. She has to be seen getting in on the trends at the <i>same time</i> as Maeve, not after... otherwise she just looks like a follower, not a member of the inner circle. Her dark eyes flick back to you, calculating. You've just shared a bit of info that's vital to her popularity, and she's going to automatically be grateful. But it also signifies that you're becoming knowledgeable in ways she's not... you're the new hotness. And if she doesn't want to be discarded as old and busted, she'd better adapt.\n\nShe finally meets your eyes, and the two of you engage in a brief staredown. Then she gives the tiniest nod, which you return. Allies it is, then, as long as such a thing can last.\n\n"That's your stuff, right?" she says, now sounding positively cheerful as she looks at the boxes stacked beside your bed. "You want some help putting it away?"\n\n"Sure." You grin, knowing that as soon as the two of you are done, she's going to be rushing to contact someone and have them order her some thigh-highs. Probably thirty pairs, just to be safe.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4x9]]

Eventually the shuttle arrives at its destination, and you're offloaded. You feel a real pang of sadness and worry as Miunil is wheeled off down the sidewalk of what looks like a bustling city street (albeit populated almost entirely by oversized velociraptors). In a way, she's the person you've been closest to in your entire life, having spent however long together in the same situation in that storeroom. But you find yourself loaded onto a dolly and wheeled into what seems to be some kind of shop, arranged on display with some of the other items from the storeroom, as well as a few other objects that obviously contain captured humans (or humanoids at least). \n\nAnd there you remain for quite awhile. Shop employees occasionally come by to spritz the outer layer of your goo prison with something and wipe it down as if dusting it, often taking a few minutes to fuck your pussy or ass before cleaning off the smooth outer layer of the slime once they've finished. Every so often other aliens come in, hooting and observing the other items, making use of them or you, until one day after such a test you're once again loaded onto a dolly and wheeled outside, and into the back of what looks a lot like a moving truck. After a brief ride in darkness, you're unloaded and wheeled into a large room, where the walls and bases display some things like the ones from the store, but also other items... colorful rubber statues that look like a cubist reinterpretation of the aliens' own body form, rows of elaborate but phallic shapes in interesting colors, things that look like small trees but instead of branches they bear long tubes with different colors and textures on the ends. On the walls are holograms and paintings, many of them blatantly pornographic, involving the defilement or strange alteration of any number of races of beings.\n\nEventually you realize you've been purchased as a work of art... and that these aliens apparently don't consider something art unless you can either get off to it or with it. You figure this out after watching your apparent owner several times fuck the rubber statues, or ride on one of the aesthetically pleasing dildos while jerking off, and of course using you. Sometimes he brings apparent friends by to show off his acquisitions, fucking them and the art in equal measure. Several times he holds apparent dinner parties that devolve into what you can only think of as "art appreciation orgies", both your available holes getting a thorough workout that night.\n\nBut after some time, it would appear that your owner has fallen on lean times... several of the other "exhibits" are picked up and wheeled out one or two at a time over the course of what you think is months, and then finally you too are loaded on another antigrav dolly and moved through the halls of the house and loaded into another truck. And unloaded, and set up in a more dramatically-lit corner of a somewhat different gallery full of lewd sex toy art projects. And that's how it goes... you'll remain in one gallery for awhile, then be sold and move to another, sometimes for brief periods, sometimes for very long ones. Occasionally you'll be moved into a store room, left alone and in the dark for an impossible-to-determine time, until being removed and either returned to a slightly altered version of the gallery you were once in, or once more loaded into a truck and moved to a new owner's gallery. At some point you realize just how much time must have passed when one alien takes you out of storage to show you off to a potential buyer, and his once colorful hide has faded and gained some pale spots in it, wrinkles showing around his muzzle and eyes. You look down at yourself as well as you're able... what you can see of your own body hasn't changed in the slightest.\n\nYour last owner is a female alien who owns a fairly sprawling art collection, and for your time in the gallery you and one other installation seem to be her favorites. With you she rubs her scaly pussy against your raised foot, occasionally actually slipping your gel-covered toes inside her... or she'll bring out a stepstool and balance herself so she can slide her reptilian cunt over your outstretched arm, rocking back and forth on you until she's having you fist her up to your elbow. Similarly she enjoys toying with your tits or pussy or ass, occasionally shoving both of her hands inside you, knobby, scaly fists pumping away inside your holes and making you cum over and over. Her other favorite is an art piece made up of numerous mechanical tendrils that wobble and wave in the air, expertly and beautifully imitating the movements of different forms of vegetation, like grass blowing in the wind or seaweed waivering in an ocean current. Until something touches it, anyway, whereupon it will immediately sieze it and begin fucking it good and hard until it tries to pull away. You often watch your owner getting her scaly pussy and ass fucked, squealing around the bright silver tentacles being shoved down her throat until she's satisfied. But even then, it appears she eventually tires of you both, and you and the tentacle sculpture are both loaded up and moved to a storeroom deep below her mansion.\n\nAnd so you stay in darkness again, time stretching out endlessly, nothing to look at or do... you gave up really thinking about anything a long time ago, why bother? There's no way to know how long it is, but suddenly the vague outlines of what you can see in the dark shake and shudder, the floor beneath you lurching hard enough that your base actually tilts and you fall over backwards. Your back thumps against something coiled and writhing... and soon metal tentacles are wrapping around your throat, your limbs, your middle. You fell on the tentacle sculpture! Its tendrils find their way to your pussy and ass and begin fucking you hard and deep, using their various wriggling motions as they plunge away at your holes. One slides over your face, but apparently finding your mouth already full instead elects to move down with some of the others to tease your tits. Your dark, silent world quickly becomes one of constant orgasms as the sculpture rapes you continuously and endlessly, the only change being the number of tentacles it uses to plunge into your ass and pussy or tease the rest of your body.\n\nSomewhere amidst all the climaxes fogging your brain, you realize that even without being able to tell how much time is passing, the number of times you've cum and the variations of fucking the tentacle sculpture's given you mean that it must have been a long time. If there were an accident severe enough to knock things over, shouldn't someone have come to check if anything's broken? And eventually it dawns on you... whatever happened, the house above must have collapsed. No one's coming to check on you because there's tons of rubble blocking the way in... assuming they didn't just pave over the ruins and build something new. No one's coming to lift you off the tentacle rape sculpture or sell you or put you in a gallery because no one's coming for you at all.\n\nAs you resign yourself to your change in existence, you wonder what will happen first... the seemingly inexhaustible power supply of the tentacle sculpture running out, or archaeologists digging you up to put you in a museum?\n\n<b>Fuck Trek</b> end - <i>Stasis Slime Sculpture</i>\n\n(For the pic that inspired this end, click <a href=https://i.imgur.com/VFIE3x3.gif>here</a>. For more by the artist, check out <a href=http://mechapuffin.tumblr.com/>Sebastian's tumblr</a>.)

It suddenly occurs to you that you have no parents for a park employee to tattle to if you get caught. Perhaps failing to think this through further than that, an irresistable desire for making some trouble comes over you. You're sure to get away with it! (You totally aren't, but at the moment you don't know that.) You start looking around the thoroughfare with a far more wicked eye, mind racing with opportunities for mayhem.\n\nLet's see. You spot a set of [[restrooms|WLMischiefPlaceholder]] that's really more of a concrete square, where the plastic roof is separated from the top of the walls by a good six inches, at least, and the wall has a rim around the outside edge. Dang, it's like someone <i>designed</i> it for peeping!\n\nThere's a stand that's got more than enough balloons on it to stage a minor reenactment of <i>Up!</i>, though of course it isn't actually lifting the stand anywhere. Still, that handle they're tied to looks a little loose, a tiny bit of fiddling and you could watch [[the whole batch go flying|WLMischief1x1]].\n\nYou notice one of those [[silly-looking mascots|WLMischiefPlaceholder]] has wandered away from the others and is a bit closer to where you are now. He's kind of top-heavy, a good nudge in the right spot could topple him...

You follow Sean Be-, er, Daniels down the hallway, your gun raised and ready, occasionally glancing over your shoulder to see if one of the werewo-, er, Wulfen are trying to follow. After a few moments you glance around, then whisper, "This is a really long hallway. This place didn't look that big on the outside."\n\n"Aye," Daniels mutters, though you suspect his view of the outside and your view of the outside were probably entirely different things. "I'd suspect y'could fit a city block inside the actual space in here, twisted an' unnatural place that it is. All th' easier t'hide where they've got their ritual circle set up." He pauses near one door that's open slightly, staring at it and apparently listening intently for almost a full minute. Finally he throws it open and steps in, sweeping his gun back and forth, while you watch the hallway. He gestures you in after him and shuts the door after you.\n\nIt looks like a bedroom... opulent, outdated, and surprisingly dust-free. Daniels does a brief circuit of the room, skirting the four-poster bed as he checks each wall, and the windows with massive iron bars on the outside. He moves back to the door and turns the lock, then gives it a few tugs before nodding in approval. "Defensible enough position, they won't be coming in through the windows or door without a fair bit of work that'd give us ample time to fire back. Let's collect ourselves, take stock."\n\nYou always thought 'take stock' was just an expression, but he almost immediately begins looking through his pockets and various pouches. Following his example, you open the flap of the pouch you discovered earlier and find it full of speedloaders and loose ammo. A lot of them don't look like normal bullets, but more like smaller, thinner shotgun shells... apparently Daniels was being literal when he talked about buckshot. You find that most of the speedloaders are labeled with small print reading things like 'Silver', 'Holy', and 'Iron'. Finding some loose shells with 'S' carved into the bottoms, you take a moment to figure out opening your gun and replacing the shells you already fired.\n\nThe inside of your coat yields some pockets with more loose ammo, some vials of different-colored liquid that are, unfortunately, <i>not</i> labeled, some odd little gadgets you're pretty sure you have no clue how to work, and some knives. (At least those you know how to work, the pointy end goes in the thing trying to eat you.) You look over at Daniels and find him flapping his own coat a bit to settle it.\n\n"Right. Best take a few moments to rest," he says, looking over at you as well. "Get your legs back under you, lass, they can teach you everything in training but how real everything is out here."\n\n"Ain't that the truth," you mutter, rubbing your face with one hand and shoving your gun into its holster with the other. You take a glance around the room, trying to decide on a good spot to take a rest in.\n\n<hr>\n[[A chair.|Hellrise]]\n\n[[The bed.|Hellrise1x3]]\n\n[[Too worked up, keep watchful.|Hellrise]]

Honestly, on some level you always knew this might be necessary. A boarding school, more upper-class people than Deviville High... the cliques were bound to be tight and established, if not generational. Though you never wanted to admit it to yourself, there was always a chance you'd have to at least start out by latching on to another queen bee. So finally you nod, and plaster your best 'I'm so sweet and helpful, aren't I?' smile on your face.\n\n"Sure! I think being friends with you would be great, if there's some mutual respect involved!" you reply, letting your hazel eyes flash just a little.\n\nMaeve inclines her head just a little, then nods once, a little twinkle of said respect in her eye. Message sent and received, apparently: 'I know you'd screw me over for your own ends, but think twice before you do.' Instead of commenting further, she reaches over and lightly pinches the hem of your skirt. "Is this what's in fashion at Deviville?"\n\n"Mm-hm! It's pretty big in the US, really."\n\n"You'll find mages tend towards... eclectic garb. As it is rather easy for us to negate the effects of the weather upon us, many wear whatever they wish at any time they wish. But you'll find in the upper crust, we tend to prefer dressing as if we were likely to attend a low-key ball at any moment." She smiles again, using points of her wand to indicate her own dress and Orin's somewhat old-fashioned black suit. She looks at you for a moment, then reaches out, running a hand briefly over your knee. "I <i>do</i> like these, though. I'm as familiar with non-mage fashion as most, but I'm not familiar with this sort of stocking. What are they called?"\n\n"Er, thigh-highs." You find yourself blushing a little bit, but manage to mostly supress it. "They've been big in Japan for a long time, but last year I and the other fashionable girls decided they looked good."\n\n"How marvelous." Maeve turns her purple eyes towards her brother. "Orin, be a dear and remember to send an order to the shopping servant, I want at least five pairs of 'thigh-highs'. Mm, best make it ten, I want a little variety."\n\nOrin just nods, watching you both with his own intense purple eyes. Must be the quiet type. But you're too busy almost vibrating with happiness internally to care about him. You may have had to go a subservient route, but you're already becoming a trendsetter again! Someone as pretty and rich as Maeve is sure to be someone others look to for their fashion cues, and you're already wearing what she'll be wearing soon! You're on your way to the top again!\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4x4]]

Recovering quickly, you manage to plaster your well-practiced 'I don't care' look on your face. "I was admiring your work a little, I admit. I've always been taught more, you know... practical applications, so I wasn't expecting something more frivolous in these parts."\n\nHer beautiful, somewhat thin lips, lightly tinted by purple gloss, tilt upward in a knowing smile. "You're lying. But you actually did it quite well, and after such a shock. Well done." She taps the center of her light-butterfly and sends it flapping off through the glass of the window to disappear. "Always a valuable trait, being able to adapt to a situation and never letting someone see you vulnerable. I like that. Please, come, sit down."\n\nShe scoots to the side a bit and gestures with one elegant hand to the bench beside her. You eye her suspiciously, not used to someone just outright stating the sort of things you'd never put into such intellectual words, just general feelings. Still, what else are you going to do after seeing that sort of thing? You step inside and let the door slide closed behind you, setting your bag aside before settling down on the bench beside the dark-haired girl.\n\n"You're from America, yes? I'm afraid I can't place your accent much aside from that," she says thoughtfully, looking at you with great interest and almost as much intensity. You manage to resist squirming and return the look of sizing her up, and after a few moments her lips curl in that pleased smile again. \n\n"I'm from Deviville," you reply, finding yourself smiling a bit as well. "It's in-"\n\nYou're cut off as the door slides open, and a tall boy with shoulder-length hair just as amazingly black as the girl's and pale skin and beautiful features that say he couldn't be anything but siblings steps inside. He quirks his own brow as he sees you sitting there, but lets the door close behind him.\n\n"Ah, where are my manners?" The girl gestures lightly with her wand. "I am Maeve Herrod. This is my brother, Orin. Orin, be a gentleman and put up our new friend's bag, I believe she'll be joining us for the rest of the trip."\n\nYou blink as the gorgeous boy bows briefly to you and then picks up your bag, hefting it and setting it in the overhead compartment quite easily for someone with such a slim build. Then you 'oh'. "My name's Layla."\n\n"Layla. Lovely to meet you." Maeve nods once. "You're a first year transfer, yes? And unlearned in magic as well. But not your fault, we all must begin somewhere. As for us, Orin and I are second years," she continues, gesturing a bit between herself and her brother as he sits down on the opposite bench. "And have been trained in magic all our lives. We could help you catch up much, much more quickly. I think you have a lot of potential to be a very good friend."\n\nYou purse your lips, reading the subtext, and seeing by her little fox-smile that she was testing if you would. You understand that she doesn't mean friends like Joey and Chandler, she means friends like your little group of trusted girls back in Deviville High were your "friends"... in other words, she's asking if you'll be her lackey, in return for her help.\n\n"My influence at Aspareth's is considerable," she adds, dangling the carrot just a bit more obviously. "It would be very easy for me to help a friend do well there."\n\n<hr>\n[[No way, you're nobody's "friend"!|Aspareth]]\n\n[[You do need a way to get ahead...|Aspareth4x3]]

Maeve continues to give you bits of advice on how to act, how to speak, and what of your current wardrobe will suit your status best until you can start building up clothes more befitting the fashionable style at school (in other words, hers). By the time the train comes to a stop, you feel like you're ready to step out as one of the popular girls again already. Maybe it won't be as one of the <i>head</i> popular girls, but maybe someday. If nothing else, Maeve will graduate a year before you do...\n\nYou file into the entrance hall of the expansive old castle with the rest of the students, doing your best to match Orin and Maeve's even, measured strides without actually falling into lockstep with them. When Professor Senna comes out to give her little welcome speech, you're surprised... Maeve described her as white-haired and the equivalent of a vice principal, you expected some wrinkly old granny. She's actually only about your parents' age and rather nice-looking, even if that's really just another category of "old" to you. Her white hair is thick and straight and soft-looking, not all crinkly and stiff like you'd expect of someone elderly.\n\nApparently Maeve senses your surprise even if you do a good job covering up, because she leans in a bit and whispers, "Professor Senna specializes in time magic. So do not be fooled by anything about her... it is impossible to know how old or young she truly is."\n\nYou make a mental note, realizing that this whole 'magic' thing is going to add a whole new dynamic to how you sort people for behaving around them. But soon the rest of the students head into the dining hall, leaving only seven of you standing and waiting. One girl lines up, and you immediately classify her as some mousey nerd and largely forget her. But she does look like the excitable sort, so you line up behind her, hoping her reaction will make your no-sell approach stand out more.\n\nWhen the doors sweep open and you all start filing in, it's only the forewarning and the by now desperate desire to prove yourself to Maeve that let you keep your calm when you see a quartz crystal the size of a bus in the middle of the room, almost thirty feet wide at the ceiling and six at the floor, perfectly symmetrical in its facets on the outside, but shot through with the typical quartz foggy flaws inside. It takes considerably more willpower not to react when gold color rushes through the flaws from where the nerd lays her hands on it and the clear parts of the crystal turn blue, a massive roar echoing through the hall as the gold takes on the shape of a rearing lion.\n\n"Winterlion!" the teacher standing next to the crystal calls.\n\nThere's cheering and hooting and other rowdy behavior from the portion of the hall set with blue and gold tablecloths, but you do your best to imagine yourself standing in line in a dull school hallway waiting to pick up a printout of your class schedule. Once the crystal has cleared, the teacher gestures you forward.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Let's get this sorted.|Aspareth4x6]]

"Now, dear, let's have a look at your wand. Orin?" Maeve smiles as Orin brings down your bag and, without asking, opens it up. You're about to protest him rummaging around in your things (even though most of your clothes are being shipped so it's not like he's going to pull out a pair of panties), but he immediately draws out the long cherrywood box and holds it out to you. You accept it, only having glanced at it in passing, and turn it around in your hands as he returns your bag to the overhead bin.\n\nYou open the box, revealing a long, slender rod of pale wood, with your name carved into the side in elegant letters. You have to admit it's rather pretty, and you pluck it out of the red velvet lining and settle it in your hand.\n\n"Ah, a very nice quality. I'm guessing you told your servant to buy the best of everything, being that you were unaccustomed to magic?" Maeve leans over, drawing a finger along your wand. "It is indeed a very good wand. A bit overpowered and more... well, let's say I would have believed you about your practical approach to magic had you had this in your hand." She smiles again, apparently to take a bit of the sting out of telling you that you've apparently got the most elegant available version of magical industrial equipment. "Having your name carved on it is a trifle out of style as well, but no one will really think much of it. We'll go to Dresden Falls on the first free weekend and find you something a bit more stylish."\n\nYou try to subtly shift the wand so that your name isn't as visible to anyone else, and notice Maeve's little nod of approval. You're starting to feel luckier and luckier about being taken under her wing... if no one else had told you these things, you'd have done the equivalent of driving a pickup truck to school all year long. Sure, a shiny, new, expensive pickup truck, but they're for <i>jocks</i>, not pretty girls.\n\n"Now, let me give you a few pointers on your arrival at school." Maeve sits back on the bench and begins doodling with her wand in midair again... if you can call a rather elaborate, leafless tree doodling. "Everyone will enter the main hall, and there will be a speech by a white-haired woman named Professor Senna. Dreadfully dull woman, but she's the head witch of the school." She pauses in adding a branch to the tree, glancing towards you. "I believe the equivalent you're familiar with is 'vice principal' or somesuch. But that means that you must do your best to present nothing but the aspect of a devoted student and polite classmate around her, you understand?"\n\nYou give her a quick nod, face serious. One of those teachers that you can't get caught acting natural around, a goody-two-shoes.\n\n"Excellent. There will only be a few new mid-year arrivals such as yourself. You will remain in the entrance hall until the rest of us have been seated, then be shown in and allowed, by turns, to touch the King's Stone. It is a massive crystal that runs from floor to ceiling, almost thirty feet." She pauses to consider, briefly putting the tip of her wand to her lower lip. "You should react... hm, you should react as little as possible. Act as if it were the sort of thing you see every day. Even when it fills with color and there is a loud sound, do your best to seem unaffected, bordering on bored. But not quite bored. When you touch it, concentrate on the knowledge that you are powerful, superior to others. Because, of course..." She gives you a knowing smile, poking the trunk of the glowing tree image and causing it to suddenly burst into thick foliage made of green light. "You are."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4x5]]

Not used to listening to the rules rather than laying them down, you nevertheless nod. Once the meal is over, everyone files out of four separate doors. You follow Maeve along to the base of a tower with a big stone spiral staircase that goes up the wall, little branching-off short sets of stairs leading towards rooms in the middle. From the looks of the clothes the girls are wearing as you pass them on the steps, this is definitely where some of the wealthier girls get boarded. Well, obviously you belong here!\n\nYou'd expect to get tired climbing all these steps, but don't... maybe that's the magical version of an elevator or something, just making it so you don't get tired on stairs. Maeve passes one door, then stops and turns to you, gesturing to it with her wand. "This is you. I'm directly above, but I do rather value my privacy and quiet time, even from friends. So please don't come up unless I invite you."\n\nYou nod, doing your best to swallow the bitter pill that you don't have penthouse access whenever you want. Oh well, floor below the penthouse and potential invitations are... a place to start. Maeve smiles and gives you a nod, before turning and continuing up the stairs, her student robes swishing gently on the steps. You watch her go, then turn and make your way up the little short steps, noting that there's actually a brief gap between the outer tower and the cylinder running up the middle that forms the rooms. Geez, someone could fall and break their neck. Though maybe only if they were really determined to.\n\nYou open the door and step inside your new room. It's decently large, at least, you'll give it that. It's got its own fireplace, its own table and chairs, two desks, an easy chair, and two full-sized beds with a bedside table on one side and a wardrobe on the other. You're actually not sure this room should even fit inside the tower, but you're not sure about the dimensions entirely.\n\nStanding near one bed must be Erika, currently shrugging off her school robes to reveal a black sleeveless dress that's snug around the middle and loose from the waist down, obviously in the same style Maeve's wearing. She has long, straight hair down to the bottoms of her shoulderblades... and it's a rich metallic blue. She turns around to face you, showing that her breasts are a little bigger than yours (unless that dress is enhancing them considerably). That almost instantly sets you to fuming. The <i>one</i> thing you had over Maeve was that she looked to have a B-cup at best while you're about ready to take a D. Dammit.\n\n"You must be the newbie. The one from America." Erika looks you up and down with dark, almost black eyes. Her face is a bit severe but still pretty enough, you suppose. She smiles rather nastily as she focuses her gaze obviously on your legs. "What <i>are</i> those ridiculous things you're wearing? Lingerie? You know, stockings are really meant to be worn with a dress, not some little skirt like that."\n\nThat almost instantly sets you to fuming. But then you remember what Maeve said... Erika's a "friend", even if she apparently didn't get the memo.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be nice.|Aspareth]]\n\n[[Be nicely manipulative.|Aspareth4x8]]\n\n[[Fuck this bitch.|Aspareth]]

Concentrating like Maeve told you, you picture the whole school flocking around you, eyes filled with adoration and fear, the ones who can't be bothered to dress in designer clothes and keep up with each new trend fading into obscurity and oblivion, like they should. You lay your hands against the crystal, and the clear parts quickly darken to a thick, stormy gray. Lines of purple color shoot through the flaws in jagged lines, fading and then firing in new lines, while a low bass rumble thunders through the hall like... well, like thunder.\n\n"Stormhold!" the teacher calls, answered by polite applause from the whole place, though it's somewhat more enthusiastic polite applause from the tables draped in gray shot through with iridescent purple threads. If there's such a thing as enthusiastic polite applause. You turn and see Maeve clapping as well, smiling approvingly, a chair empty beside her at the six-seater table. As if it were no big deal, you turn and stride across the dining room, slipping into the chair as if you'd been planning to all along.\n\n"Very nice, very well done, I'm impressed." Maeve picks up her fork and knife and begins delicately cutting into the steak on her plate. You didn't see steak on other tables, but there's one in front of you. Apparently Maeve's story about her influence at the school wasn't just blowing hot air.\n\nYou and the others at the table... other than Orin, you don't know anyone of course, and Maeve doesn't see fit to introduce you immediately... eat in silence for a time. You eye the other girls, a trio of identical teenagers, maybe seventeen, pale skin, pale blue eyes, black hair in ponytails. They're even moving in sync, which is pretty darn weird. If it were your old school you'd organize as hostile a shunning as you could until they understood their weirdo triplet BS wasn't welcome among normals, but apparently they're Maeve's friends, so you'd better adjust your attitude.\n\nMaeve eventually sets down her utensils and delicately dabs at her face with her napkin before laying it beside her plate. She produces her wand from somewhere with the flick of a wrist, and begins gesturing idly with it as she speaks. "I've arranged for you to stay in a room in the Stormhold girls' dormitory tower just below mine." You wonder how she arranged that in the few hours since you met her with apparently not having much time alone to contact a teacher or anything, but you guess the answer must be 'magic'. "It's only semi-private, but rather better than sharing with three or five other girls would be. Your roommate will be Erika Klein."\n\nMaeve's pretty face turns solemn. "Much like you, Erika is a good friend, Layla." Translation: A very useful subordinate that Maeve is personally grooming. "So I expect the two of you to get along quite well." Translation: She's for conspiring with, not for bullying.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4x7]]

"So since you're not busy, you're gonna get us some drinks, right?" you answer without looking away from your screen.\n\nThat actually seems to take Akiko aback slightly, the woman drawing back a bit and then looking over the edge of her glasses at you, revealing eyes so dark they're almost black. Tsubasa jerks her head over to look at you in surprise as well, seeming shocked. "You're wanting me to get you sodas?"\n\n"No I'm wanting you to buy us <i>drinks</i>. This place has cider on tap, right? That'd be good. And whatever you want for yourself, obviously."\n\nAkiko blinks slowly, then actually laughs. "Okay, 'Merican neesan, I think I might actually like you. Yeah, sure, two ciders comin' right up." She reaches into the cabinet to ruffle your hair before withdrawing and heading for the bar side of the building.\n\n"Cyan!" Tsubasa hisses, letting her virtual car wreck as she turns towards you and leans over, reaching out to take hold of your arm. "Did you maybe forget that the two of us are <i>underage</i>?"\n\n"Relax, Sis, this is a college bar," you reply with a snort, letting your own vehicle careen offroad as you settle back and look at her. "As long as the one buying has an ID that looks real they're not gonna care."\n\n"Yeah, but..." Tsubasa frowns, glancing over her shoulder.\n\n"Look, you said Akiko's sticking around whether you like it or not, right?" you counter, your sister nodding slowly after a second. "So we may as well use her to have a more fun time ourselves. She obviously doesn't care we're underage." At Tsubasa's obvious waffling, you press with, "It's not a huge deal, teenagers have a few drinks all the time here. It's not like we're robbing a bank or doing hard drugs here, it's a couple of ciders."\n\n"... Yeah, okay, I guess you're right," Tsubasa allows, sitting back, and she does seem to perk up when Akiko returns with a trio of frosty glasses full of pale, bubbly liquid.\n\n"Might as well give it a try myself, smelled kinda good," Akiko says as she sets the tray down on the small table set forward and between the cabinets before picking up a glass herself. She takes a gulp and mms. "Yeah that's not my usual speed but it's tasty, gotta admit."\n\nTrying not to be too eager, you reach for a glass yourself, and after a brief hesitation Tsubasa does too, though she visibly perks up at the taste. Both of you start a new set of races, Akiko settling into watch, you and your sister both relaxing and enjoying your game, your driving getting progressively sillier and your laughter more often as the level of cider in the glasses decreases.\n\nThe second glass lasts you through several more rather hilarious attempts to play things like sniper games or zombie shooters, until finally your little party winds up at a table with several types of appetizers. As you and Tsubasa munch away at boneless wings and mozzarella sticks, Akiko actually fairly daintily nibbling at some fries, the blonde says, "Yeah, this stuff ain't bad. Though I'm thinking there's a way to kick it up a little. How 'bout we do another round and have some fun with it?"\n\n"Maybe we should call it good here," Tsubasa says, some accent now bleeding through in her English, the words a bit slower and more careful. "I... we... Cyan... probably should go back. To my room. We have probably had enough." It sounds like she's not any more used to drinking than you are, really, and you're rather tipsy. On the other hand, you're definitely intrigued by what Akiko means by 'kick it up a little'...\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah that's probably enough.|GGParent]]\n\n[[One more round!|GGParent]]

"I don't see myself ditching out on you just because of that. I mean it's not really your fault what sort of family you were born into," you answer slowly. "Does Mom know?"\n\n"I'm not sure," Tsubasa answers with a frown. "We haven't really brought it up so I'm not sure if 'kaasan ever told her. I mean again, it's not like we're really Yakuza or anything just... a little... organized crime-y," she adds lamely.\n\n"... Have I mentioned how good your English is?" you respond with a grin. "Miss Crime-y?" Then you laugh as she pelts you with a pillow, the discussion devolving into a brief wrestling match.\n\nDeciding not to dwell on it, you shift talk back to movies once the two of you are finished play-fighting, and eventually both of you retire to your beds. The next morning after you've showered and dressed, and the two of you have had breakfast at a small diner near the school, Tsubasa suggests going to a nearby arcade. It's one of those slightly upscale ones, which has a bar attached to it... technically the bar and arcade are separate, allowing people of any age to enter the arcade despite not being able to go through the archway into the bar proper. Thinking that sounds like a great idea, the two of you head out and eventually step into the slightly trying-too-hard-to-be-refined interior of the arcade. Tsubasa pays for a pair of all-day-play cards, and the two of you set to trying to beat each other at various competitive games and beat various cooperative games together.\n\nIt's afternoon and the two of you are in a set of racecar cabinets, careening around the track, when someone leans in between the two cabinets with her arms resting atop them. Her hair is dyed an obviously artificial shade of blonde, cut short on the sides and back but left long enough at the bangs to drape over one side of her face to just past her nose, covering one eye, though both are technically already covered by square blue sunglasses. You can tell she's Japanese though by the color of her skin and the set of her face, though she's also tall and has a pair of knockout boobs apparently hanging loose in her half-unbuttoned red silk shirt beneath a black sports jacket. (Geez, you thought Asian girls were supposed to be on the small side, this chick's at least as big as Tsubasa, maybe bigger.) She's also wearing several fancy gold necklaces, an expensive watch, and sharply-cut slacks, and a pair of very expensive-looking and highly polished shoes.\n\n"I see you're spending your time studying in America productively, hime-sama," she says with a smirk, glancing into Tsubasa's cabinet.\n\n"It's summer, Akiko, school doesn't actually start for another two months," Tsubasa replies in an overly calm tone without taking her eyes off the video screen... in other words, broadcasting 'go away' waves as hard as possible.\n\n"Whew, not that I ever went, but Americans sure do get a lot of time off, huh?" The blonde... the aforementioned Akiko, apparently... turns her head and smirks at you instead. "And this must be the sister. Whew, what a resemblence, we got you properly tanned up a bit and put you in some sunglasses, bet you could pass as our princess. She tell you about-"\n\n"I explained the basics, so do you mind?" Tsubasa says, tension now leaking into her controlled tone. "If you're going to insist on being here could you at least go sit on the other side of the arcade?"\n\n"So cold, hime-sama." Snorting, Akiko glances at your sister, then looks back at you. "How 'bout you, 'Merican neesan, what do you think of Tsubasa's connections, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[["None of my business."|GGParent]]\n\n[["Fuck off."|GGParent]]\n\n[["So hey, while you're here..."|GGParent6x3]]

"Uh, are you saying..." You blink slowly. "Tsubasa, are you saying that your dad is in the Yakuza?"\n\n"..." Tsubasa is quiet for a moment as she slips her feet into the sweatpants and pulls them up under the towel, tugging them into place before dropping the towel. Still facing away from you, she tugs on her shirt and pulls it down until it covers the tattoo, then sighs as she turns around and sits down as well. "Yes and no."\n\n"There's a middle ground between being in the Yakuza and not being in the Yakuza?" you ask suspiciously.\n\n"It's sort of like the Yakuza but it's not really one of the actual clans," she says slowly, resting her hands on the edge of the bed. "My family's very powerful and very well-connected to every part of society, sort of. And I don't really like it, and one of the reasons I decided to go to school in America for awhile is to get some distance from it. But I guess it's how I grew up so yeah, I did some things like getting the tattoo. I really don't want to get too much into it, but I guess it's probably better to be up front about it."\n\n"I mean... am I gonna get dragged into shit?" you ask with a frown. "Is my mom or dad?"\n\n"No no," she answers, raising her hand to wave them a little. "That shouldn't happen at all. After all it's not like there's a rival clan or anything in Deviville, and I'm just here to go to school, nothing else." She pauses, then sighs again. "Though you'll probably bump into Akiko eventually." Before you can ask, she continues with, "She's sort of my bodyguard. I really tried to talk my family out of sending her, but they insisted."\n\n"So what, is she super uptight and overprotective or something...?"\n\nThat makes Tsubasa laugh a bit bitterly. "Yeah, if only! No, she's a huge bitch with no respect for anyone, but I guess she's really good at her job so here she is." She's quiet, eyes downcast, then looks back up at you. "Look, I understand if you maybe want to go home, and never see me again after this. I won't get upset or blame you. But... I promise I'm not a criminal myself, okay? I've never stolen anything or hurt anyone. I really just want to live a normal life without having to put up with that bullshit, and I'm... I'm really hoping my sister can be part of that life."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|GGParent6x2]]\n\n[[Go home.|GGParent]]

That definitely looks like a third-party addon. You're pretty sure the official "sci-fi" expansion for D&D is called something else, but then again, the library doesn't have that does it? Maybe they got this one a lot cheaper. You pull it down, the fairly thin volume feeling oddly heavy in your hands, as if it wants to haul you with it when it comes off the shelf. Geez, what's the cover made of, concrete? ... Actually it feels normal now. Huh.\n\nYou flip to the index, glancing over the entries for adapting monsters, new magical items and equipment, and oh hey, new classes. Spotting the entry 'Bounty Hunter', you curiously flip to the page. Let's see, 'Magic Missile' at will, enhanced speed, bonus to Jump skill, bonus to Escape Ar- "Ow!"\n\nYour fingers stinging as if something on the book's cover had jabbed them you drop it, wincing at the expected sound of a book hitting the floor in a library. Instead there's a much lighter *thmp*, that's quickly overwhelmed by a loud and growing rumble as the ground shakes under your feet.\n\nGround. You're staring at the book sitting on bare, brownish-red rock, that's starting to crack beneath it. You're also seeing boobs that are a little too big to be yours, covered in extremely thin cyan-colored material that looks like some sort of plastic really, even if parts of it are patterned black and glowing(?!) purple. You raise your hands to stare at them, then pat at your hips and thighs. You seem taller and older overall really, what the hell's just happened?! Why are you standing underneath a night-black sky full of colored stars that don't twinkle instead of in a library?!\n\n"Cyan, you can't hesitate any more, the planetary core is breaking up in the wake of the destruction of the Overmind," a cool female voice says in your ear, making you whip your head around but see nothing. "You have to get back to the Belladonna and we have to get out of here."\n\nHearing that rumble growing louder, you glance over your shoulder and see that in the distance, the horizon is starting to fall away and be replaced by a red glow. Eyes widening, you snap, "Don't need to tell me twice!" and take off the direction you had been facing at a dead run. You're mildly distracted at feeling something thwap against the back of your neck (do you have a ponytail now?), but moreso by the sheer distance you seem to be eating up. Wow okay this is pretty cool, crumbling planet aside.\n\nYou see something made of blue and silver chrome in the distance and redouble your efforts, leaning forward and pumping your arms, trying to ignore your newly generous chest's bouncing as you do. The object starts to resolve into a fairly sleek but sizeable spaceship, its back ramp down, when the voice comes into your ear again. "Cyan, watch out. There's been Space Wolf activity reported in this area, if there are any here they'll definitely try to board the ship."\n\n<hr>\n[["Space wolves"? Seriously?|GGMS1x1]]\n\n[[Got it, watch out for Space Wolves!|GGMS2x1]]

You set off towards Deviville mall, wondering why they even bothered revamping all those outside storefronts anyway. The Rolling Hills Mall is a sprawling complex that's growing all the time, and practically everyone in town goes there all the time. (Which may explain why it's lost some of its luster for you, but hey. When in doubt, go with what works.)\n\nIt's not all that far or difficult of a walk, as you try to keep semi-active despite your preference for a computer chair and a bag of cheetos. The big dark shiny building is a tad unaesthetic, intended to be modular to allow for further expansions. You and your friends have occasionally referred to it as 'Borg Mall', since it looks like a bunch of cubes of various sizes stuck together over time with a black exterior.\n\nStill, it's generally divided up into four sections that branch off from roughly the center, where you enter it. Now, which way to go...?\n\n<hr>\n[[North Wing.|GGMNStart]]\n\n[[South Wing.|GGMSWStart]]\n\n[[East Wing.|GGMEStart]]\n\n[[West Wing.|GGMWStart]]

It's kind of amusing to look down at Ranma's face and see her glaring at you like she wants to kill you even as she puts her whole body into fucking her face on your prick, but you can also imagine that it might get old fast. Probably better to set her to one of the personality options the menu offers. Patting her on the head and enjoying one last obvious flareup of rage as your cock slides into her throat again, you tap the menu to do away with her actual personality and peruse your options.\n\n<hr>\n[["Monotone".|RanRing5x1]]\n\n[["Happiness in Slavery".|RanRing4x1]]\n\n[["Worshipful".|RanRing]]

"We should haul her into the room and rape her," you say evenly, glancing up at your mother, then back to the swimming girl.\n\nYour mother blinks a bit in shock, then frowns a bit as she follows your gaze. "What, just like that?"\n\nYou shrug. "Tandy said we'd gradually expand our behaviors now that our morals were... gone, or suppressed, or whatever. They'll get there eventually anyway." You step back from the window a bit, letting the curtain fall closed as you pull off your shirt. "So if we're going to wind up going around grabbing up people and pounding their holes with our cocks until we're satisfied, why wait? We've already accepted the inevitable, clearly." You undo your jeans and shove them and your panties down, stiff prick springing free and wagging a bit with your motions as you finish undressing. "So I say when she walks back by on her way back to her room, we open the door, drag her in, shove her over the end of the bed, and do whatever the hell we want to her all night long."\n\nYour mother looks down, obviously considering for long moments. Finally she shrugs. "Well, makes sense to me." She grins at you. "Here, you keep watch then, and I'll 'fluff' you while we wait."\n\nGrinning, you step back to the window and carefully move the curtains, making sure you can see out without being seen too much yourself. Soon your naked mother is on her knees in front of you, hands stroking your hips and ass as she uses her mouth to worship your long, fat pole. It feels like she's making sure to leave a nice, thick layer of saliva all over it... in fact every so often you can hear (and feel) her spit on it before slathering the churned-up liquid across your sensitive flesh some more with her tongue. All the while you watch the blonde swim, admiring it as she does the breast stroke, lifting her perky C-cups free of the water briefly, or twists and dives to show off that round, pert ass. "C'mon, you stupid slut, finish up, there's cocks waiting for you," you murmur aloud, feeling your mother giggle softly against your balls. \n\nFinally she climbs out. Luckily it's late enough in the evening that she doesn't seem inspired to linger by the pool or lay around, instead giving herself a once-over with the towel before using it to rub and dab at her hair as she walks along. "Okay, okay, she's coming," you hiss, your mother sliding her throat and lips off your dick and scrambling to her feet, grabbing something from the pile of clothes nearby before the two of you make your way towards the door. "When she goes past. Okay, I can see her. One, two, three!" you hiss, suddenly throwing the door open.\n\nThe girl had jumped a little at the sudden opening of the door behind her, and started to turn, only for you to grab her around the middle, your mother gripping one of her arms and the other going to her face. The blonde tries to scream, only for your mother to shove your wadded-up panties in her mouth, the cotton soaked with your day's worth of ballsweat and pre as they're forced against the girl's tongue as she's hauled bodily into the room, door slamming behind the three of you. Working in admirable unison, the two of you turn and toss her so that she flops bent over the side of the bed, your mother quickly clambering up to pin the blonde's arms with her knees and press down on her back. The girl bucks and twists trying to get free, giving a muffled shriek of outrage as you yank down her bikini bottoms to bare her still wet and glistening ass, then jerks forward against the bed and gives a louder cry as you ruthlessly plunge forward and into her ass.\n\n"Mmmm, fuck that's nice," you coo as you start pumping your hips, not bothering to work up to the hard, quick pace you want to use, your hips almost instantly starting to thump against her ass loudly, your balls slapping her pool-wet pussy. She wiggles and bucks in obvious protest, continuing to squeal and grunt through the improvised gag as you violate her tight pucker. "We're gonna have lots of fun with you, slut, bet you're glad to hear that, huh?"\n\n"You should see her eyes roll, baby, this piece of fuckmeat is absolutely loving having you rape her ass," your mother coos, wiggling her hips to rub her own cock against the blonde's face. She plucks at the ties of the girl's bikini top to untie it, running her hands up and down her damp back. "Listen to her start to moan like the whore she is, there's some good fuckmeat."\n\n"Fuck she is totally getting off on this, isn't she?" Laughing derisively, you deliver a hard slap to the blonde's ass, causing her to give a loud 'MMF!' and shake her hips, her hole squeezing around you. "I like that, 'Fuckmeat', that's your name now, you hear me, you little slut?" you coo, delivering another hard slap to the other side of Fuckmeat's ass before grabbing her waist with both hands and starting to pound her even more than before, her wail growing louder, albeit shaken by the impact of your thrusts. "Mm, c'mon Mom, you can gag her better than that, can't you?"\n\n"You are so right, darling." Your mother shifts back slightly, grabbing a fistful of Fuckmeat's hair and yanking her head up. Her other hand pulls the crumpled black panties free, the blonde opening her mouth, but whether it's to scream for help or moan in orgasm, she doesn't get the chance, your mother's fat futa fuckstick shoving hard past her lips and down her throat, right up to the root on the first time. "Ohhhh was that too rough, Fuckmeat?" your mother coos mockingly, slapping your victim's cheeks a few times, before starting to thrust just as roughly as you are. "No, nothing's too rough for you, is it? I can feel you screaming in orgasm around my prick, you dirty little slut, you love having your throat-pussy abused don't you?"\n\n"Hnnngh!" You grunt and shove forward, burying your cock into Fuckmeat's tight ass and blowing your load. Somehow you don't see much point in holding back... you get the feeling you'll be able to go as long as you want. Besides, this is about you getting off, not her, even though you can feel her ass squeezing and almost quivering around your cock as you pump her full of your load. "C'mon, suck that cock, Fuckmeat," you grunt, delivering more rough slaps to her still pool-damp ass, leaving red imprints as she gags around your mother's prick, churned-up spit dribbling down her chin and smearing on your fellow futanari's balls. "Do you want my mom's load all over your face or not? You know you do, fucking whore."\n\n"Oh she DOES, I felt her throat squeeze when you said that!" your mother giggles, knowing full well it could have been from your spankings. "Fine then, sweet Fuckmeat, here you go!" She pulls out, moaning lowly as she strokes her spit-messy cock, sighing happily as she starts painting the gasping, coughing woman's face with long, thick ropes and splatters of jizz. \n\n"Here, use one of these holes," you advise your mother, waiting for her to back up and then flipping Fuckmeat over, the blonde yelping as she's abruptly flung so her back is on the bed instead. You haul her back to the edge so that her head is dangling over, her eyes going wide and hands struggling to shove at your stomach and hips as you push in, but she's helpless to stop you from pushing the cock that just raped her ass into her mouth, her slender throat bulging as you push in, then start using it just like you used her other hole, balls slapping her face. "Aw, did it get dirty using your worthless bitch hole, Fuckmeat? Well you better do a good job cleaning it for me!"\n\n"Oooo, here's a cute little meathole," your mother purrs as she grabs the girl's kicking, shaking legs and hauls them up, letting them frame her own fat tits as she shoves her cock into the anonymous teen's pussy. Soon the two of you are spitroasting the blonde roughly again, leaning forward to kiss, tongues twining. "You were right baby, this was a perfect idea," she murmurs against your lips, before sucking at your lower one.\n\n"Mmmm, I know, right?" You smile, ducking your head down and briefly sucking one of her nipples. "It's like she's just a sex toy we're using to help us make love to each other, isn't it great?"\n\nThe two of you continue to treat her as such, as well, flipping poor Fuckmeat this way and that, the blonde helpless as you position her any way you want, or perhaps in truth having given in. She certainly does a lot of moaning and whimpering like she's enjoying herself when the two of you sandwich her, her pert C-cups grinding against your own and your mother's fat tits pillowing against her back as she has her pussy and ass stuffed with girlcock. Feeling a building pressure and remembering the Ultra-Qup soda you had on the road, you suddenly grin. "Hey, Mom, know what I remember reading?"\n\n"What's that, dear?" your mother asks casually, just before yanking on Fuckmeat's hair to twist her head, spitting derisively in the girl's open mouth before giving her a slap on the cheek.\n\n"That swimming in motel pools is basically like swimming in an open toilet. I think our girl here likes toilets, don't you?"\n\nYour mother pauses, then smirks. "Perhaps she even fantasizes about being one, yes?" She abruptly hauls her cock out of Fuckmeat's ass, using her grip on the blonde's hair to pull her out of bed and shove her to her knees on the floor. The two of you move to either side of the glassy-eyed blonde, who opens her mouth wide as both of you stroke your pricks, her tongue jutting out in either fear, obedience, or desire. Soon you and your mother are moaning as hot, fragrant streams of piss are arcing out, splashing in the girl's mouth and all over her face, dribbling down her chin to drip onto her tits. Either reflexively or obeying the unspoken command, she swallows, actually gulping down her current mouthful of pee and allowing you both to refill it. Your bladder seems almost as inexhaustible as your balls, allowing you to soak her partially-dry hair as well, your mother finally bending her over the bed again so the two of you can spend your last soaking her gaping asshole and cunt with piss.\n\n"I do believe that we have fully embraced our new life, darling," your mother murmurs as she leans in to kiss you again, one of her hands fondling one of your tits and the other stroking your cock, urging out the last few yellow drops to plop to the motel's carpet.\n\nThe rest of the night is spent with either both of you abusing the now thoroughly docile and cooperative Fuckmeat, or one of you doing so while the other naps. As light begins showing through the curtains, however, your mother straightens up, eyeing the blonde laying on the bed face-down, limbs lightly splayed, pussy and asshole completely and totally covered in thick layers of cum, muscles twitching faintly in a way that shows she's probably lost consciousness some time since. "Well, I think we've about exhausted this toy's use, and it's morning. What now?"\n\n"Move on, I guess," you answer, stretching a bit. "After a shower and the continental breakfast, obviously."\n\n"Mm. And what about dear little fuckmeat here?" she asks thoughtfully. "What should we do with her?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Just leave her.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Take her.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Clean up the mess.|GGCandy]]

Obviously the best place to take a rest is the bed, right? You swing yourself up onto it a bit awkwardly since you don't really want to take the 'midriff armor' off... it doesn't seem to hinder you much when you're moving about upright but does make bending a little problematic. Settling into place, you rest your hands on your stomach, trying to get your thoughts in order. You'd probably be surprised at how quickly you drift off, if you were awake to be surprised.\n\nYou're not quite sure what wakes you up, other than a strange sort of cold, clammy feeling. You blink and raise your head a little, looking around for Daniels, but seeing no sign of him. Then you yelp as that cold, damp sensation intensifies on your wrists, abruptly yanking them up over your head and pinning them to the bed. You look around desperately trying to spot what's got ahold of you, but there's nothing but a faintly gooey glisten on your skin. Similarly when you feel something squeezing around your ankles, your legs are yanked upright and spread by something utterly invisible. Your eyes widen as you stare at your lower half, struggling against the hold of whatever's moving you about. You give a loud yelp as something rubs against the thin, supple black leather stretched over your crotch.\n\nAnd then whatever it is thrusts into you, right through the pants. The material doesn't tear or rip... in fact, you can see that it's entirely whole, even as you feel yourself being spread wide open and penetrated deep, throwing your head back and crying out, trying to arch your back in the confines of the corset. You yank your gaze back to what's happening, some part of your brain fascinated even as the rest of you rebels at the violation of the cold, slimy, squirming thing pumping into your pussy... and despite yourself, stimulating you to pleasure, making you gasp and cry out as you watch your pussylips spreading open and moving with its thrusts beneath the whole but increasingly gooey leather.\n\nWhatever it is just keeps fucking you, thrusting in deeper and deeper, leaving more traces of thick, colorless goo all over the crotch of your pants, more of it starting to spatter over your leather-sheathed inner thighs with each of your invisible rapist's thrusts. One of your gasps is suddenly interrupted by something thrusting between your lips and filling your mouth, instantly smearing your tongue and the whole inside of your mouth with the tasteless goo. Your head is forced back as the invisible cock, or tentacle, or whatever it is starts thrusting in, your throat apparently bulging up from having nothing at all in it, your tongue jutted out and lips spread around empty space... empty space that's dripping slime down your lips and face.\n\nAfter several minutes of the ghostly tentacles fucking your mouth and pussy, you find yourself being hauled into the air, flipped around to face down as you hover over the bed, your limbs yanked spread-eagled. You struggle briefly again, but then your eyes roll as another ghostly appendage spreads your cheeks apart and shoves deep into your ass. Your whole body twitches and rocks as you're violated in all three holes, the inside of your pants quickly filling with the cold goo as well as becoming spattered all over them without, your face dripping with a thick coating of the slime. Your body twitches and your mind briefly goes white with intense pleasure as the tentacle-things all shove in deeper than ever and start gushing inside you, the slime they're filling you with apparently charged with sexual pleasure despite its lack of color or taste. Some part of your mind processes a creaking noise just before the corset pops off and drops to the bed to accommodate your swelling belly, most of your shirt buttons popping as well.\n\nAnd then suddenly the hold on you, as well as the tentacles inside you, are gone. You drop abruptly onto the bed, your cumbelly hitting directly and causing a spurt of slime out of your pussy, ass, and mouth, your still whole leather pants now completely soaked on the inside with them. You lay there twitching for a moment, trying to get your thoughts together...\n\n<hr>\n[[Need time... recuperate...|Hellrise]]\n\n[[Gotta get clean.|Hellrise]]\n\n[[... let's do that again...|Hellrise]]

"Uh, sorry, I've never been a hostage before," you reply. "I'm not sure of the etiquette. Is there a pamphlet or something?"\n\nSome of the other hostages near you make choking noises, and you're not entirely sure if they're repressing laughter or the urge to strangle you. Little Joke and Dark Comedy, on the other hand, know exactly which reaction to pick. Dark Comedy starts cackling, letting out a long stream of rather depraved laughter while Little Joke whoops and clutches her stomach, bending over as she's wracked with giggles. It would be a great time to try something, if their rather (ironically) humorless mooks didn't still have everyone at gunpoint. \n\n"Hoo, that's grim," Dark Comedy says as he finishes his laugh, making a show of wiping a thumb under each eye. "Not bad, not bad. I like you, girly, c'mere." He beckons with his gun, and you exchange a quick glance with the very worried-looking Molly before standing up and moving over towards the black-clad jester. He throws one arm around your shoulders and starts gesturing grandly with the other one... the one holding the gun. You try not to wince whenever it passes within a few inches of your head (or his own). "See, girly, you get it. The world's a dark, fucked-up place. Everywhere every moment, unimaginable evil is happening, the sort of stuff a cute little girl from Deviville... it's Deviville, right?" he interrupts himself, glancing at you.\n\n"Uh, yeah," you murmur, blinking in surprise.\n\n"A cute little girl from Deviville like you would never even hear of normally. And yet even while people are being tortured to death for the most trivial reasons that you could conceive of, people sit around and laugh at some millionaire actor making a fool of himself!" Dark Comedy grins at you and taps the side of his head with the side of his gunbarrel. "Sometimes it's the people in the first world nations that laugh as the people in the third world die, sometimes it's the other way around! The trick is to realize that as long as someone, somewhere is laughing, why, it must <i><b>all</b></i> be funny! That's why I'm always laughing," he adds, grinning wider than it seems should be humanly possible. "So that everything's a joke." He whips you around to face towards him, his hands on your shoulders, still grinning. "You get me, girly?"\n\nYou stare at him, not sure what to say. But then you catch movement, a rush of color that's speeding right towards the window, that you can just vaguely make out as human-shaped.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hit the deck.|FemPalplaceholder]]\n\n[["Look out!"|FemPal2x3]]

Hmmmm, having a Slime to command could be very useful. Grinning, you begin altering and transforming the energy of Leslie's soul in such a way that it essentially starts to melt. Her eyes roll up in her head and her tongue juts out, her moans and cries turning into throaty, wet "Hk! Hgk!" noises as the change begins. \n\nYour hips slamming into her ass begin to send far more noticeable jiggles of impact through it, which gradually begin to spread further and further through her body. Her front sags against the surface of the table further and further, until you can see her cheek, chest, and belly starting to flatten out against it some. Her skin turns a bright pink color, spreading out from where your blue cock is pounding her up the ass with squishier, wetter noises every time. You pull out of her ass, stroking yourself a few times, then reposition at her pussy and push in, feeling her substance squelch open around you, her slit now just a molded pink exterior leading to a gooey mass inside.\n\nAs her hair turns pink and starts to meld with her head, you release her arms, watching as they soak through her shirt and begin to meld with her back. Grabbing her hips, your fingers sinking about halfway into them, you lean back and look down past your tits to see the dark outline of your cock gradually becoming visible as it pumps away inside her. Her feet have already melted into indistinct masses pooled on the floor at the end of what looks more like a pair of bottom-heavy pseudopods than legs. The moment you thrust deep into her and give a moan of release, pouring your load into her body with a faintly visible slowly-spreading cloud, her body loses all cohesion and turns into a quivering pile of pink goo resting half atop the table and half running down onto the floor.\n\nYou draw back, taking a moment to relieve yourself of your jeans and the remnants of your shirt, then idly stroke your cock as you watch the pile of goo blurble and slowly spread across the tabletop and drip onto the floor. Eventually, it completely slides onto the floor, leaving the soaked shirt and shreds of shorts behind as it pulls together and forms into a sphere roughly the size of one of those bouncy exercise balls, before half-rolling half-skating across the concrete to you. Grinning at the mindless ooze's instinctive acknowledgement of you as its creator, you settle to your knees and grab hold of its sides. Its surface is relatively firm, like the outside of a water balloon, but your cock pushes into it fairly easily as you penetrate its substance. No real need for anything else... it will feel just as good for you and for it to fuck any random point on the sphere as if it had formed a pussy or ass for you to fuck.\n\nYou pump away with your hips, making pleased noises low in your throat at the sucking, gooey, slightly warm feel of the slime's substance slurping around your cock as you fuck the sphere that just moments ago was Cyan's friend Leslie. Your blue tits bounce and your tail thrashes back and forth as you use the mindless demon creature as a sex toy, your balls slapping against the slightly wobbly surface each time, until finally you unleash another cloud of cum into it, the stuff quickly absorbed by the slime.\n\nStraightening up, you set out for the stairs, the slime sphere rolling along behind you like an obedient dog. You make your way back into the mansion proper, easily able to see the auras of two human souls through the various walls. You slip to one side of the doorway, peering in. Both boys... "Jack" and "Kev", according to the human Cyan's memories... are standing close together. Excellent! You look at the slime, exerting a greater force of will over it, essentially turning it into little more than an extension of yourself. You cause it to expand out some, becoming larger by spreading its substance a bit thinner, then send it rolling forward into the room, extending pseudopods as it goes.\n\nBoth mortals look up, freezing for a moment in pure shock, giving the slime ample time to grab them, wrapping tendrils around their midsections and binding their arms to their sides. They cry out in fear as the slime yanks them through the air to splat against its surface, which slowly sucks them inside. It turns them back to back, sunk into its substance up to their elbows, then begins dissolving their clothing as you retract your will and let its instinct take over. Both boys squirm and writhe in its grip as their clothes disintegrate, their lower bodies more fully outlined through the pink slime, before they both cry out. You grin, seeing the way that the outline of their asscheeks has been spread apart, the darkened silhouettes of their cocks slowly rising to attention as the slime sucks on them as well.\n\n"Well, boys, I suppose now I need to decide what to do with you," you muse as you saunter into the room, idly stroking your own cock as you circle around them, watching both mortals get assfucked and sucked off by the orb of ooze surrounding their lower bodies. You stop in front of Jack, the well-toned one, and put your hand on the back of his head, hauling him forward until you can shove your cock past his lips and down his throat, listening to him quag on it and start moaning around it as the slime continues to stimulate him. The combination of yours and the slime's demonic lust auras soon has him gulping and licking at your long blue shaft as you slowly facefuck him, even as his eyes fixed on your face show a mingling of terror and disgust at being forced to suck a demon's dick.\n\nNow, what to do with these two? you muse as you watch both of them release spreading clouds of cum into your slime.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let the slime absorb them.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Let the slime keep feeding off them.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Make more slimes.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

"I guess," you say dubiously, your expression making it clear you don't really expect to see anything. \n\n"Aw, c'mon. Even if I'm wrong and he doesn't show, the Jorgenson Building has a great view of the city, you'll love it!"\n\nAccepting that reasoning, you let Molly tell the cab driver where to go. Once there, the two of you stash your bags in some lockers in the lobby and head up to the observation deck. As the elevator allows you to disembark, you have to admit that the view is definitely worth the side-trip all on its own... Palladium City is ultra-modern and very clean, laid out around you with clean streets and gleaming silvery buildings like some sort of high-tech circuit board.\n\nMolly's in the midst of pointing out various sites to you when the elevator dings open again behind you.\n\n"Nobody moooove!"\n\nMere moments later everyone on the observation deck is sitting on the floor, huddled together, some sniffling or sobbing as the jester-themed goons pace around and make sure they've gotten everyone. They seem to be taking directions from a man in an all-black jester's costume, his face painted grey instead of the traditional white. Next to him is a woman in a similar outfit, though hers is a shiny skintight bodysuit patterned in black and dark red, her face white with dramatic black accents, her long black hair done in two long ponytails to serve instead of a hat.\n\n"Great idea, Mols," you mutter, receiving a rueful wince in reply. "So where's the City Guard?"\n\n"I dunno," she whispers in reply. "Maybe he's off at some other crime, or Dark Comedy and Little Joke are trying to lure him into a trap and he already knows it..."\n\n"Hey, shaddup over there!" the woman (Little Joke, apparently) calls in a thick New York accent. She juts out one hip, resting a hand on it, the other aiming her very large handgun in your general direction. "What's so worth yappin' about when yer a hostage, anyhoo?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Make an excuse.|FemPalladium2x2]]\n\n[[Just stay quiet.|FemPalladium]]\n\n[[Try to turn Little Joke against Dark Comedy.|FemPalladium8x1]]

"I think if this is what I'm going to do now, I should focus on it. I don't want to be a 'bandaid'," you answer after thinking it over. Then blink. "But wait, I don't want you to have to give up being principal."\n\n"It's fine, Kyoko." Ryoko holds up one hand. "That position there was to help the Mistress's goals... that's what I'll be doing here too, so it's no trouble to shift my methods. And here I can help you."\n\nOver the next few weeks, you begin training with your newly augmented body, and learning what you need to know to become an agent of Katsuko's better world. It goes pretty quickly... the changes to your body mean that physical changes are less visible but more profound when they occur, your muscles becoming more efficient rather than larger and bulkier, faster and stronger from the set and getting moreso the more you push yourself. You've always been adept at learning and integrating new information, but now it becomes almost effortless. In the space of time that it takes most soldiers to go through boot camp, you've already absorbed the knowledge and physical techniques of a highly-trained infiltrator and fighter.\n\nYou also learn how this particular setup works. There are three types of people with actual titles... Operatives, Operators, and Optimizers. While there are a number of other workers, they all quietly go about their jobs and seem to never directly interact with the other three unless they're being given orders to do something. Operatives are the actual field agents, Operators are their handlers who feed them information and prep them for missions and support them while they're out, and Optimizers are the ones who work on the cyborg Operatives' cybernetic systems and provide them equipment. The whole thing is called "Ops", cutely enough.\n\nYour Optimizer is a petite girl who looks like she's barely sixteen named Karin. She has brown skin, thick, violently orange hair tied back with a day-glo green bandanna, mismatched eyes (one bright blue, one bright <i>yellow</i>), and typically goes about in a white tubetop and baggy many-pocketed grey pants usually held up by several belts full of tools and instruments. She provides you with your Operative suit, almost identical to the one you saw before, textured rubber with plastic-looking armor plates at certain points, though yours are purple instead of white, and, well, it fits rather differently on your far less impressive bust and body than the other Operative's. \n\n"And this is your MetaGun," Karin chirps, handing you the purple and black weapon with both hands. It's almost a rectangle, basically just with holes for your fingers and the trigger. You look it over as she explains. "It can be loaded with almost any conventional ammunition out there presuming the magazine will actually fit inside... we're working on a rifle that will take the bigger stuff. It's almost completely silent, a-"\n\n"Almost completely?" you interrupt, glancing up.\n\n"Mm, silenced weapons aren't like they show you on movies and TV. Most suppressors available out there will just barely knock a gunshot down out of the 'hearing damage for the shooter' range, they definitely won't actually silence the weapon. This thing is about as loud as those movie silenced guns are, but it's taken billions in research and a lot of time for us to make it, and you're holding one of less than a dozen in the world." Karin shrugs a little. "But yeah, it's quiet, and one of the most important things is the variable surface barrel. That's part of the silencing system, but it also varies up the grooves it leaves on bullets. We can reprogram it on the fly but usually come up with a whole new one every job, so it's impossible to tie two jobs to the same Operative... or, we can make it match the characteristics of another gun's barrel."\n\n"So you can make it look like someone else did the shooting," you add, nodding slowly.\n\n"Why take down one bad guy when you can take down two with one job? But yeah, as you can imagine, this would be a devastating weapon if it ever fell into the wrong hands. It's designed to self destruct pretty thoroughly if it ever gets more than a few feet from you while it's out of Ops, so don't go putting it down somewhere and forgetting it. They might take it out of your paycheck!"\n\n"I'll keep that in mind." You smile and tuck it behind your back, feeling it adhere to the suit as if it had been stuck into a holster. "Anything else?"\n\nKarin's mismatched eyes glint and she reaches out her hands, wiggling her fingers. "Haaaaair."\n\nLaughing, you turn and sit down, allowing Karin to undo the braid you've taken to wearing your hair in, brush out your hair, and redo the braid. She is good at it, and Ryoko said keeping your Optimizer happy is always a good idea, and she seems positively ecstatic at being allowed to do this for you. Once you've finished your little haircare session and bid Karin good day, you head to the briefing Ryoko has called, settling down armed and armored to watch as she starts her presentation. The screen at one end of the room fills with the image of a Japanese woman, her face attractive but severe, full of sharp angles, hair pulled back and wound into a bun, wearing a fairly conservatively-cut suit and flanked by very same-y looking men in black suits.\n\n"This is Kuroko Sakai. A very wealthy woman from a very old family that has always prided itself on its power and influence in the Japanese government. That power and influence has waned ever since the dissolution of the samurai class, and they've grown politically weaker with every passing generation, even as they've gained wealth. We believe that Sakai has begun amassing technologies that will allow her to seize not just the power her family once had, but all the power that ancient Japan felt it should have had."\n\n"Are you talking about... conquering the world?" You blink. "She's a <i>supervillain</i>?"\n\n"I think the correct term would be 'aspiring supervillain', but we'd like to put a stop to that before she gets all the way there. Kuroko Sakai will be our particular focus until such time as we either fully dismantle her plans or are overridden with some greater need. Now, this is a facility where one of her technological terrors is being developed," Ryoko continues, changing the image on the screen. "Some sort of gravity manipulation experiment. It may be a new kind of weapon... or an attempt at something far more strange, Sakai is known to have an interest in the occult. The experiment is guarded by heavy physical security, as well as a detail of ninjas housed on-site."\n\n"Ninjas. You're telling me she has ninjas," you note flatly.\n\n"If the cyborg with the impossible gun will kindly cease pointing out the ridiculousness of other aspects of this mission?" Ryoko chirps without looking away from the screen.\n\n"... Okay fair enough."\n\n"Thank you. Now, having studied this facility fairly thoroughly, it looks like there are two ways into the chamber. Once there you will be able to set the various energy production devices to overload and wipe the servers... we are relatively certain Kuroko Sakai has not stored off-site backups for fear of them being seized and used against her. The first way is directly, via a system of utility passages. This is the most direct path, and the least likely to result in detection, as the passages are shielded... but this also means we have no accurate idea of what other defenses you may encounter in them. The somewhat longer way in would be to go in through the guard barracks here, and then take the same path the guards use to go on guard duty in the chamber. We at least know what you'll be facing there, however... guards, various defense turrets, and a few other forms of physical security. It's up to you which you think is best."\n\n<hr>\n[[Utility passages.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Barracks.|Kyoko3x5]]

"I'll go in through the barracks," you decide after a few moments of thought. "Better the devil we know."\n\n"While my general philosophy disagrees, in the case of mission parameters that's a reasonable enough statement," Ryoko responds a little dryly. "Alright, we'll be moving out in about an hour."\n\nSoon you're bundling into the back of a van with Karin and Ryoko, the driver taking off. Karin grins and hands over a cylinderical object with a capped button on one end. "Here, you can use this to incapacitate the guards in the barracks."\n\n"Some sort of sleeping gas...?"\n\n"No, we've never found one of those that's really, consistently effective... either the unaffected rate is too high or the fatality rate is too high. This is... well, you could call it a pheremone bomb," Karin explains, putting a fingertip to her cheek thoughtfully. "It's actually got a lot of other things in there besides pheremones, but it stimulates immediate and extreme sexual arousal and desire in whoever inhales it... essentially to the point that they can't think about anything other than fucking, overriding all personal preferences and drives. And since there are a bunch of similarly, visibly aroused people around..."\n\nYou blink, then stare down at the item in your hand. "... This is an orgy grenade."\n\n"Oh hey, that's a good name for it! I'll run that by the rest of R&D!" Karin chirps happily.\n\nYou shake your head, then place the thing against your hip, knowing that most Ops-produced equipment adheres to the Operative suits when placed. Soon the van pulls to a stop and you step out, carefully looking around before leaping the fifteen foot wall, only scrambling a little over it close to the top, and zipping across the grounds, Ryoko's voice in your ear guiding you away from cameras, motion detectors, and... land mines. Yeah, this is definitely not your average Japanese industrialist. Reaching the wall of the facility, you wait for Karin's notification that she's altered the fingers and toes of your suit before leaping up and then flinging yourself further up the wall, the texture of your suit in those locations having changed to give you enough traction to keep going up. You land on the roof and make your way to the appropriate ceiling access panel, then slip into... is this an air vent? It seems sort of large, albeit a little cramped around you. Well, it is a very big facility, you suppose they need to move a <i>lot</i> of air around.\n\n"You're drawing in on the main barracks now," Ryoko's voice says calmly in your ear. "Once you deploy the... orgy grenade... give it about thirty seconds. That should be plenty of time for the air to clear and for the guards to be thoroughly engaged with one another."\n\n"I've remotely released the locks on the vent cover, so just drop it in there," Karin adds cheerfully.\n\n"Understood." Indeed, you can see the light from the vent ahead, and hear voices talking. It sounds like mostly men, but one or two women as well... how nice, a supervillain who's an equal opportunity hirer. You think you can just barely reach the vent if you stretch out... hm, but will that really do the job? Shouldn't you try to toss it right in the center of the room for best effect...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just drop it.|Kyoko3x6]]\n\n[[Optimal placement.|Kyoko5x1]]

It would be very, very easy to get swept away on an offer like <i>that</i>, and you almost find yourself shoving down your pants before your brain kicks back into gear. Instead you put your hands on her shoulders. "Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!" And then, before she can think it's a rejection, lean in, giving her a kiss on the lips, holding it for several moments before pulling back and grinning. "Ease up, okay?"\n\n"S-sorry." Her face is brick red as she squirms. You realize now that she's only wearing a t-shirt, probably so she could lean to the side when she opened the door... below the waist she's naked, with little glistening trails running down her inner thighs. "I, um... I guess I got like... really carried away. ... Sorry."\n\n"Nah, it's cool. I definitely wanna fuck you," you add with a near-purr, seeing her shiver as you lean in to kiss her jaw. Then you straighten up. "But first there's something I need to tell you about, 'Kay?"\n\n"Er, okay." She nods, looking confused and a little worried, but turning to head into the living room. You enjoy the view of her pert ass on display as she moves to settle down on the couch, you sitting down on the nearby armchair. "What's up?"\n\n"Yesterday I kinda found out that when we were in the woods, someone sort of... well, saw us."\n\n"Oh <i>shit</i>!" she groans, putting her hands to her face. She's a little pale and panic-eyed as she looks back up at you. "Did they tell anyone? Did they tell your parents or something? Are they-"\n\n"Easy, easy!" You hold up your hands, gesturing for calm. "No, they didn't tell anyone, as far as I know."\n\n"Oh thank God." Leslie slumps back against the couch, then frowns. "Who the hell was out in the woods?"\n\n"... Okay, so, bear with me." You rub the back of her neck. "... She's a werewolf."\n\n"... What kind of joke is that?" Leslie asks flatly, frowning at you.\n\n"No, I'm serious. She's apparently an honest-to-God werewolf. Gets furry, goes down on all fours, the whole shebang."\n\n"And she... showed you this?" Leslie asks, tone dubious. Her obvious sincerity and skepticism is somewhat undermined by still being bottomless, you have to admit.\n\n"Wellll no," you admit, then seeing her roll her eyes you add, "Listen, I saw her <i>eyes glow</i>, okay? And she growls. It's not some lame throat noise, it's a real, actual growl. I know that may not seem like much but when you see her you'll understand why I-"\n\n"Wait wait, see her?" Leslie's eyes narrow, then widen. "Shit, Cyan, did you invite her <i>here</i>?!"\n\n"Uh... yeah?" you admit sheepishly.\n\n"She could be a psycho killer! If she thinks she's a werewolf, she's definitely psycho!" Leslie jumps to her feet. "Cyan, we've gotta... get out of here, or call the cops, or something!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her.|GGWW]]\n\n[[Call off the meeting to calm her down.|GGWW]]\n\n[[Convince her to trust you.|GGHH12x8]]

"Could I tell Leslie about you?" you ask, then blush a little. "I mean, y'know... since you saw her and... think she's cute..."\n\n"Heh. Sounds good to me, kid," Grey replies with a wink. "Knock yourself out, I don't mind. In fact, give me a shout when you're ready to tell her, I'll head that way. I'll turn up and maybe see where getting all three of us together goes." With that she ducks and slips out of the window, dropping out of sight.\n\n"... Whew," you think, shaking your head. Then jump as there's a call of 'Cyan!' from the stairs, making you go scrambling for your jeans. \n\nThe next morning you're not too surprised to get a text from Leslie around ten-thirty, a simple 'Hey Cy, s'up?'\n\n'Not much, you?'\n\n'Same. \nActually, my mom's gotta go check on a family member out of town, and she's gonna be gone until at least tomorrow night.\nYou wanna maybe come over?\nSpend the night or something?'\n\nGrinning at her not-so-subtle eagerness, you type back 'Sure, I'll ask and then probably be over in like half an hour, let you know if anything changes that.'\n\n'Cool.'\n\nYou confirm with your parents that it will be fine for you to spend the night at Leslie's (though you do kind of leave out that her mom won't be there), before heading back to your room to throw some things in a bag. Pausing in the midst of it, you text the new contact in your phone. 'Hey Grey.'\n\n'sup kid'\n\n'Leslie's asking me to spend the night at her place because her mom won't be around.'\n\n'lucky you\ngo get that pussy'\n\nSnorting a bit, you type back, 'I'm probably gonna tell her about you. You wanna come over too?'\n\n'ye sure send me the address and ill be there in awhile'\n\nYou kind of wonder how she manages to get all that past the autocorrect. Maybe she turned hers off. Finishing your overnight packing, you shoulder the backpack and set off. You arrive fairly promptly at Leslie's and hit the doorbell, though the door is opening almost as you press it. "Oh, hey Cyan!" Leslie says in an attempt at being casual, though she's almost vibrating with excitement. "C'mon in."\n\n"Thanks." You follow her in, turning as she closes the door, then giving a little 'Mmf!' as she practically tackles you against the wall, her mouth going hungrily to yours while her hands run up and down your sides, the motion needful and eager, her body writhing gently against yours. You gasp a little as she breaks the kiss, then gasp again as she gives your tits a squeeze.\n\n"I spent all day yesterday thinking about you," Leslie whispers, her voice a sensual moan. "I don't care if it's too eager, I want you, I want you so bad, I want to lick your pussy, I want you to lick my pussy, let's fuck Cyan," she adds, almost moaning at the last words as she unbuttons your jeans and yanks them open in front to undo the zipper.\n\n<hr>\n[[Holy shit yeah okay.|GGWW]]\n\n[[Wait, there was a thing to tell her.|GGHH12x7]]

"I think we're building a kind of... casual thing," you answer, trying to judge the sense you'd gotten from Leslie earlier and not seeing anything to indicate she was in a hurry to start dating.\n\n"Fuckbuddies?"\n\n"Yeah, I guess," you answer with a shrug.\n\n"Good. Fuckbuddies is a lot of fun." Grey grins again, then stands up, shrugging out of her jacket and dropping it back on the bed, before walking over to you. "Fuckbuddies also isn't exclusive."\n\n"Er-" And before you can say anything more than that, she's leaning down and kissing you, her hands cupping your jaw and gently, but powerfully, pulling you deeper into the kiss. Your eyes widen... then quickly sink closed as she turns out to be a much, much better kisser than you are. Her tongue is in your mouth, and it feels like she's somehow very smoothly dominating you with it. Your body shudders, nipples going stiff and pussy moistening under your jeans as she swirls her tongue around yours, coaxing it into her mouth so she can suck on it some. Her lips drag along your tongue in a light suck as she pulls back, then she gives you that truly wolfish smirk before she sinks to her knees and starts to undo your jeans. "Uh, h-hey," you whisper hoarsely as she slides down the zipper. "My... my parents are downstairs..."\n\n"Guess that makes it a little dangerous, huh?" Grey laughs softly, leaning forward and closing her mouth over one of your nipples through your shirt, making you gasp as she sucks and washes her tongue over it, the sensation of dampening cotton being rubbed against your sensitive flesh by that agile tongue making you squirm. "You like danger, though, don't you? I think danger really gets you going. But what was it you said? 'Just say "stop" and I absolutely promise to stop'?" she adds teasingly, looking up at you, those wild yellow eyes fixing on yours as she hooks her fingers into the waistbands of your jeans and panties.\n\nYou swallow heavily... then lift your ass up off the chair. Grey gives a low, almost rumbling laugh and skins your pants down your legs quickly, leaving you in nothing but your t-shirt, your legs spreading and showing off your glistening sex the moment she's tossed them aside. "You were such a goodie, getting your girl off because she needed it, and not thinking about yourself," she almost coos as she leans in, kissing the front of your crotch and making you shiver. "I think you definitely deserve some consideration in return."\n\nYou can't help but gasp as she moves down and actually runs her tongue along your slit. Your hands tighten on the armrests of your chair as she begins moving that tongue with obviously well-practiced purpose, sliding it across your folds and teasing you open a bit repeatedly, expertly stoking your arousal higher and higher without ever slaking it a bit. Soon you're trembling, alternating tossing your head back and moaning (while doing your best to keep it muffled), while Grey alternates between closing her eyes to focus on tonguing your cunt or rolling them upward, those wolfish yellow eyes watching your face as you pant and give muffled whimpers at her attentions.\n\nYou cum almost instantly when she actually slides two fingers inside you, a small but very real orgasm that has you trembling just a little. But even though she can obviously tell, from the way her grin quirks a little bigger, Grey doesn't stop. She begins slowly working those fingers in and out of you, twisting her hand back and forth, curling her fingers, as if trying to seek out every part of the inside of your hot young pussy that makes you fight to bite back your cries. And while she's doing it, her tongue is busy working your clit, slow, almost languid rolls and flicks of her tongue that soon have you seeing stars.\n\n'A werewolf is giving me head while my parents are downstairs watching the news,' some slightly disconnected part of your mind thinks as your back arches hard and you cum, pussy clenching down hard on Grey's probing fingers. 'It's gonna be a wild summer.'\n\nOnce you're left a sweaty, trembling, panting pile of teenage girl in your computer chair, Sasha stands up, chuckling as she grabs her jacket and slings it over one shoulder. She fishes a card out of one of its pockets and tosses it on your desk. "Here's my number. Give me a call tomorrow, we'll have some <i>real</i> fun," she adds cheerfully as she moves back to the open window.\n\n"H-hey, Grey, wait a sec," you say as she starts to go. \n\n"Hm?" She pauses and glances over her shoulder at you.\n\n<hr>\n[["Can I tell Leslie?"|GGHH12x6]]\n\n[["Looking forward to it."|GGWW]]

"... Well that's pretty fuckin' neat," you find yourself saying despite your shock, staring with your eyes wide.\n\nGrey gives another little bark of laughter at that, shaking her head. "Shit, I like you more and more, Cy. You don't mind if I call you that, right?"\n\n"No, go ahead." You lean forward, staring at her as you look up and down. "So wait, you're saying you really turn into a-"\n\n"Mhm. Pretty much whenever I want, though it's practically a necessity on the night when the moon's the most full." She waves a hand a bit as she sits back again. "Other than that, I've got as much control over my form moving between human and wolf and how much as I want. But admittedly I'm a pretty old one, usually takes even longer than it took me to learn that stuff."\n\n"So you changed, and were out running in the woods, and saw..." You blush a little again.\n\n"You and that Leslie girl, yeah. She's really cute, hat's off to you. So are you two actually together, or...?" She trails off, rolling her hand in the air a bit to prompt you.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're girlfriends.|GGWW1x1]]\n\n[[You're sex friends.|GGHH12x5]]

Well, that's sort of a simplified explanation of what you imagined the power to do. Basically you made up a biological evolution that causes various masculine traits to be cranked up to eleven, among them pheremone production... women should find themselves attracted to you and drawn to you, driven to please you, while men should instinctively feel less like they can challenge you. You decided to call this power 'Alpha Male Aura'... ... the working title may or may not have been 'The Virgin Supervillain And The Chad Superhero'. You subtly work the controls on the watch as if you were just checking the time to see how long you'd been doing the problem, and activate the Imaginarium Dispenser... you're pleased to see that the time limit for using this power is over 200 hours! It must not be very draining, fantastic!\n\nYou can feel certain physical changes... your muscles tightening as they become denser and more efficent, and... well, a few other articles of clothing feeling a little tighter as well. Nothing that the class is going to notice, especially under your uniform, but the other aspect of your new superpower takes effect rather quickly. To one side of you, you can hear Miss Lancer inhale sharply as she has the first faint physiological response to your pheremones... which, of course, just makes her inhale even more of them. You glance at her out of the corner of your eye and notice that her face is flushed, and that her nipples have stiffened to the point they can be seen through both her bra and blouse. Your change came with a slightly enhanced sense of smell too... enough to realize that her own sweet intrinsically female scent has intensified as her own pheremone production ramps up, and to faintly smell the arousal wafting from beneath her skirt. As you finish the equation and step back, she lets out a breath and steadies herself, looking at you with eyes bright with admiration and lust. "Well! Well, that was quite something, Mister..." Her tongue flicks briefly over her lips. "Amazing. Ah... you can return to your seat," she adds, obviously a bit reluctantly.\n\nFighting to ramp down your smirk to a genial smile, you turn and head back to your seat. The girls in class are looking at you with far more admiration and interest than solving a (relatively) simple calculus problem should come with, especially since you're pretty sure most high school girls wouldn't be impressed at all. Many of the boys look rather impressed too... and some quite envious since they've noticed how the girls are looking at you, though none of them will meet your gaze when you glance around. You settle down into your seat, thinking that you may have actually come up with the one superpower that could make high school truly enjoyable.\n\nAs the class goes on, Miss Lancer definitely seems to get a little more rattled... she keeps deciding to wander around the class while lecturing how to solve equations, finding excuses to linger around your desk... which of course only gets more of your pheremones all over her, making her voice take on a somewhat breathless, sensual tone. Probably unconsciously she begins moving her hips more, shifting her thighs as she tries to deal with her arousal, turning her motions into a practically pornographic sashay. As if following her lead, every other girl in class, even the ones further out from you, are starting to get more and more visibly turned-on... there's not a pair of unlit high-beams in the house, you're pretty sure, and whenever a girl responds to one of Miss Lancer's prompts or questions, it's with a quavering, slightly needy voice that they're obviously struggling to control. Every other boy in class looks like they're in mild pain from the stiffness of their hardons (luckily your power includes better bodily control than that). By the time the bell rings, the boys are quickly covering their crotches and scurrying hunched out of class, while the girls are being slower about it, tossing numerous glances at you.\n\n"Mister Amazing!" the previously composed and prim teacher blurts almost desperately as you stand, before clearing her throat and making an effort to compose herself. "Mister Amazing, as a new student, if you would please stay after class? I have some things I'd like to do... ah, go over with you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Go.|RunFF8x2]]\n\n[[Stay but suggest the girls stay too.|RunFF]]

<i>You said I have a lot of money in my item storage, right?</i>\n\n<i>Oh tons, I basically cleared out one of the best dungeons the world had and put everything in your storage! There's probably a really ticked-off dungeon boss out there somewhere.</i>\n\n... Worrisome, but since they're unlikely to find out it was you, you set that concern aside. <i>Then I think we should look into those houses that are apparently available here. I mean, I know we're here to adventure and all, but it's kinda daunting to think of living nowhere but inn rooms. Better to have a, y'know, base to come back to... besides, we ought to have somewhere you can relax and be yourself.</i>\n\n<i>Aw, Master's so considerate! I agree then, tomorrow we should buy a house together!</i>\n\nSomething about the tone of that and the way Mary snuggles up against you even more enthusiastically than before makes you blush a great deal, but after a few moments you try to settle and go to sleep. It's easier than you might think, you've had a lot of practice at sleeping with Mary snuggled up to you, although she was never quite this naked. ... Or small. But then you're a bit tired too, so.\n\nIn the morning the two of you have a quick breakfast in the inn's common room before heading over to the... didn't the girl say the Officiator's office? You wonder if this is the sort of place you just waltz into like a business or if it's more like a private office, so to be on the safe side you knock. At the call of 'Come in!' you step inside. The building is obviously mostly the main room and used just as an office, to judge by the leftover size of the building from the pair of doors nearby. The office has a lot of nice (if by your standards antique in style) furniture with red velvet cushions. Behind the desk is a lovely woman you'd guess in her early twenties, with long honey-blonde hair with part of it braided to form a 'crown' around the back of her head, and green eyes with little blotches of brown in them. Her dress is obviously nice, cream colored with embroidered red trim, neither ostentatious or particularly provocative in design, though it does lightly highlight her quite nicely-sized chest. Her jewelry similarly says 'I'm rich but trying not to brag about it', with large polished blue stone earrings and a curlicue bronze choker around her neck.\n\n"Welcome," she says as she stands up, giving you a smile. "You must be adventurers, yes?"\n\n"Ah, yeah, my name's Jamie, this is Mary," you say by way of introductions as you and Mary walk over. "I mean, that's not a problem, is it? Do you prefer to sell to locals or something?"\n\nShe lets out a soft laugh, briefly covering her lips with her fingertips. "Ah, no, no, no problem at all. My name is Rialla, and I actually bought land and had these houses built with the idea of selling them to adventurers. The locals build their own homes after all, or in most cases already have them passed down from many generations ago. Tharsdale is conveniently located at a midpoint between several major cities as well as a number of dungeons and worthwhile 'farming' areas that would make it an attractive place for any adventurer to have someplace to come home to. Now, why don't you have a seat and we'll discuss what you're looking for?"\n\n<i>Master, you should seduce her!</i> Mary chirps in your head as she hops into one of the chairs across from the desk.\n\n"W-" You almost speak out loud before catching yourself, instead hurrying to 'think', <i>What?!</i> as you sit down as well.\n\n<i>I bet she's not going to offer us the best house at the best price, but if you give her a thorough fucking to put her in a good mood and show her you're worth having around, I bet she'll give us something great for cheap!</i>\n\n<i>What do I know about seducing anyone?!</i> you protest as you fight to keep the expression off your face, instead leaning forward a bit to look at some drawings Rialla is showing you in a book, illustrations of the homes she's either already had built or is building, apparently.\n\n<i>You've got a giant Charisma score, you basically just have to try and it'll work out!</i> Mary insists. <i>Or you could always just mind-whammy her with a spell, that'd work too.</i> When you glance at her, she shrugs. <i>Or not! I'm just offering suggestions, Master! ... Fun, lewd suggestions...</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Seduce Rialla.|QOAW]]\n\n[[Mindwhammy Rialla.|QOAW]]\n\n[[Just... buy a house.|QOAW]]

You always thought Shampoo was the hottest of the girls, and if you recall she's also the strongest. Well, you wouldn't mind being hot, but you also like the idea of being able to beat the crap out of anyone that actually comes on to you. So heck, why not? Grinning, you touch the Chinese girl's name, then yelp as your finger passes through it, the rest of your arm and, indeed, your whole body getting sucked in after.\n\nYou blink a bit as you realize you're suddenly sitting on the floor in front of a TV, a console controller in your hand. You glance back and forth, catching swishes of purple hair at the corners of your vision, then look down. Yup, you still have boobs, alright, and they're definitely impressive, and covered by red silk. You're wearing one of those short little red Chinese dresses she favors and purple slippers on your feet, and were apparently killing time with an SNES... huh, was this character a gamer? Spotting a mirror, you hop to your feet and hurry over to peer into it.\n\nWow... you <i>are</i> cute. You spend a few moments making little faces and turning back and forth, the image seeming more natural by the second. After a minute or two, you nod. Looking good! Now, to get back to your plans to secure your husband's love and affection!\n\nYou take a moment to turn off your game, then open your closet and roll out your plan board. (It helps to keep these things organized.) You slide it into place, then take a moment to look over, reminding yourself of various things that are still in transit from China (either bought or sent for from the village), and some of your schemes that it isn't quite the right time for yet.\n\nAnyway, you've got plenty of stuff up in the air, and plenty of stuff you're ready to set in motion. You've got a lot to do that could help your cause of properly marrying Ranma, taking him back to China, and having several dozen strong baby girls with him. But for today's plan, you'll focus on...\n\n<hr>\n[[Eliminating rivals.|ShampooX1x1]]\n\n[[Seducing Ranma.|ShampooXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Getting rid of your curse.|ShampooXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Other assorted issues.|ShampooXPlaceholder]]

"Sorry, miss, I've got places to be," you answer confidently, knowing she's way too stricken right now to actually exert any authority. Your answer sends the rest of the girls scurrying out into the hall to wait while you stroll casually up to the front of the room, towards the crestfallen blonde. You pause briefly as you arrive at her, and unable to control the impulse after spending an hour being stared at like a physical god of sex, reach out to grab one of her full asscheeks and give it a firm squeeze. "Maybe later, okay babe?" you add with a wink. You'd be worried about her getting pissed about that later after she comes down off the pheremone high... if you weren't fairly certain by the shuddery little gasp she gives and the sudden intensified smell of arousal that she hadn't just cum from you grabbing her ass. You swagger off to the door, leaving her leaning back against her desk and fanning herself with one hand.\n\nOf course the moment you step out the door you're practically mobbed by the girls of the class, pressing in close around you, their voices an overlapping cacophony of eager questions and praises of your performance in class, and all of it in that breathless, aroused tone. Man, you kind of get a sense of what it must be like for them to be exposed to you, because you're suddenly surrounded by an absolute cloud of girl pheremones and only your greater control from your new power is letting you keep it together. A few passing girls come over, more curious than anything else, but quickly get caught up in the mingled storm of pheremones and are soon just as stiff-nippled and sensually-voiced as the rest of them, eager to get your attention. A few boys are off at different parts of the hallway, watching on sourly, but you try not to revel in their jealousy (too much).\n\nOne girl manages to break through the din of the others... Maria Baker, you're pretty sure her name was. Pretty, with auburn hair in a long thick braid that's draped forward over her shoulder, blue-green eyes, C-cups and nice hips. She seemed quite haughty and looked at you like something that she might need to scrape off her shoe when you did your introduction, but now she blurts "MY HOUSE!" When she realizes how loud she said it (loud enough to make the others quiet down and look at her), she blushes even more, but continues to stammer out, "M-my parents are gone for the week, so there wouldn't be any problems if you'd like to come to my house for awhile. So... I could help you. ... With what school is like."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with her.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Go and bring all the other girls too.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Go home.|RunFF]]

If you handle this right, you could basically turn this guy into a battery... one that could keep giving you power for as long as the pocket dimension you've created within the server exists. To him it will all seem like some grand adventure of fate... for you it's just a meal ticket. That alone makes you giggle, and you hm as the word balloon pops up. Probably need to do something about that. You adjust the local reality filter to where everything stops looking quite so plastic-y and unrealistic... not totally. You want to leave a very subtle level of distance from things seeming totally real, so that your new toy will feel encouraged to let loose more than if things were a little too realistic.\n\nFinally finished, you undo the Gold Lock, then patiently wait. It's only about thirty seconds before the hulking armored form fades into being in front of the throne. Predictably, the moment the player's consciousness enters it, he rather inelegantly stumbles forward, practically tripping over the shallow steps that ring the daias. "Wh-what?! What's going on?!" he booms out, the impressive voice you gave the player character showing some rather unimpressive shock and fright.\n\n"Praise the Darkness, for finally I have found our true leader," you coo, bowing low (and making sure to put just enough shoulder-shake into it that your tits wobble like crazy when you do). "Long have I searched the outer worlds for the one that could lead the dark armies to victory, and now at long last I have brought you here, our Defiling Savior!" You're really glad for all the self control you've practiced up until now... it's the only way you get through that whole thing without falling over laughing.\n\n"... Uhhh..." You're not sure what's got his brain more hung up, the fact that from his perspective he's suddenly pulled into a (vaguely unreal) fantasy world, or that his eyes behind the helmet are now locked fully on your chest. "W-wait... me?"\n\n"Are you not the Dark Lord Violator?" you coo, straightening up with another subtle shoulderwiggle for more wobbling. (Actually his username was 'DrkViol8r69', but there's some things you just can't say without breaking character. "The one who so elegantly brought the forces of good to their knees so often in the shadow of our realm?"\n\n"Uh... yeah!" He suddenly makes a grab for the massive sword at his waist, swinging it in what he clearly thinks is a dramatic fashion. "Yes! I am Lord Violator! I will lead the armies of darkness to victory!"\n\nGood, you seem to have gotten him hooked. You were starting to get afraid you'd have to go right to giving him some personal attention... which, while you don't really <i>mind</i> per se, seemed like an inefficient use of your time. Now, to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-go full court press.|GGVW]]\n\n[[-ease him into it.|GGVW2x2]]

Best not to throw him into the deep end right away. With just a little bit of guidance, you can probably make him jump there all on his own. "My Lord, perhaps you would wish to begin by guiding your forces in a raid upon one of the villages outside the mountains?" you suggest. This should be familiar to him... one of the benefits of the Black Keep is being able to lead raids on the occasionally regenerating peasant villages nearby. More serious players do it just to farm the resources of the villages and the equipment from the randomly-generated heroes that show up to stop the raid, while you're guessing that the 'Lord' here mostly did it because you get to spend about fifteen minutes slaughtering helpless level one NPCs while they scream and run in terror. \n\n"A village raid?" That does indeed seem to perk him up a little. "... Yes! I shall lead the forces of darkness against those who would dare to intrude in our territory!"\n\n"This way then, my lord," you coo, turning and making your way out of the throne room, sashaying to make your hips and ass sway, the hurried clanking of his armor showing that he's eager enough to obey, the supposed lord of the castle following you like an excited puppy. The large horned helm turns back and forth as he no doubt drools over the first-person rendering of his relatively lewd player home as you make your way down to the rallying area. He pauses though as you walk out into the yard, and at first you feel a sense of horror from him... then mild annoyance, his voice showing clear disappointment as he says, "Protolins?"\n\nHeheh, you thought that might get him. The Dark Keep also generates minions, primarily useful for the village raids and defending the castle against player or random hero intrusions, but a high enough level minion could also be useful as a combat pet. He no doubt was diligently working his way up to a 'Succubus Queen' pet (hampered by keeping the place solo, poor baby), but when you made the place a pocket dimension you reset all his minions to the lowest level: Protolins. Protolins have to be cultivated and fed before they can either become Goblins or Imps, and from there it's combat grinding up to Orcs or the weakest Demon type. So the courtyard is currently a seething mass of small, somewhat gooey, long-armed, barely-formed pale gray creatures with no noses and big black eyes flailing about and gibbering incoherently. (Admittedly the only real difference if it was Goblins or Imps would be a color change and a few minor features like horns or big noses.) You need to encourage him to actually do some work, after all. "I'm afraid that without a Dark Lord, this is all the castle has been able to muster, Sire," you announce in an apologetic tone, turning towards him and bowing again. "But no worries, my Lord, now that you are here, they should rapidly develop under your direction! Mount your dire steed, and let us venture forth to punish the villains!"\n\n"... Right, right!" He turns towards the stable housing the Screaming Night Terror... a demon horse that's only available as a cooperative guild measure (you figure he has to have joined just as the project was nearing completion, sniped it, and left the guild), then pauses and turns back to you. "Say, ah..."\n\n"Lady Cyn, my lord."\n\n"Right, Lady Cyn. ... Show me your tits," he booms, trying his best to sound imperious and manly (and mostly succeeding due to the voice you gave him).\n\n"Certainly, m'lord," you chirp, continuing to play the part of the fawning assistant. You tap your top to unequip it, heavy breasts immediately dropping and wobbling as they're freed of its relatively small amount of support, baring the puffy pink nipples capping the large globes. You can practically see his stare on them, his huge armored hands raising up towards you, and thaaat might be a bit much, so you cut in with, "Sire, the village? We would not want to miss the best time to go down the pass." (Which is code for 'the time when you can do this instance is limited to certain windows during the day'.)\n\n"Right. Right, the village," he mutters, visibly struggling to choose between his desire for mayhem or boobs. Mayhem apparently wins out, since he turns and climbs up onto his horse. (You made at least that much automatic, you do need him able to get around.) You summon up a somewhat lower-tier steed and mount up, your now bare tits jiggling merrily as you ride. 'Lord Violator' almost rides right off the mountain path staring at you several times before you draw his attention to it with gentle little 'my lords', but at least he's not paying attention to the gibbering horde behind you and getting nervous. \n\nSoon the two of you draw up at a small plateau overlooking the village. It's about three dozen huts and small buildings... a bit larger than the typical one in the game, but you felt the 'real' thing should be a bit more expansive. People in simple peasant garb can be seen faintly moving about in the streets. You glance over at the armored form, who seems to have realized that he doesn't quite know what to do without a button that says 'Start Instance' to click on, and coo at him, "Sire, the protolins only await your command."\n\n"Yes! My command! My command... the command to..." He trails off, clearly hoping you'll prompt him.\n\n"Why, my lord, the command to-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-slaughter them all."|GGVW]]\n\n[["-loot, pillage, and take prisoners."|GGVW]]\n\n[["-kill the men and rape the women."|GGVW]]\n\n[["-rape everyone."|GGVW]]

You don't like the idea of violence, but you like the idea of Kuroko Sakai finishing whatever these experiments of hers are even less. You reach back to take hold of your gun, taking a few moments to mentally prepare yourself. You can't hesitate once you're out there, you have to work through all your hesitation and your regret right here and now. You force your racing heart to calm a little (though it pretty much races all the time now), take a few deep breaths, then grip the gun with both hands and swing into action.\n\nThe two big men have just a moment of gawking in shock before you open fire, your gun giving off soft *pnt!* sounds with each trigger pull. Two right in center mass for each one, high on the chest, the shots sending them staggering back and thudding to the wall, before they slide down to the floor. You wait just a moment to make sure that neither looks to be getting back up, then head forward. "Alright, the guards are down."\n\n"Hacking the door now," Karin replies, tone a little crisper than before.\n\nYou glance down at the guards, unable to help assessing their condition. Actually... it looks like they're both alive. They're both groaning quietly and seem to be mostly unconscious, but both are breathing, and the slightly darker spots on their black uniforms aren't spreading very quickly. It looks like Ryoko was right, they're augments of some sort... it looks like the density of their muscles stopped your bullets from penetrating very far, despite being specifically designed to penetrate body armor. You shiver a little... these two could be very dangerous working for the wrong person, which they apparently do.\n\nThey also probably won't be too happy with you if they ever see you again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Finish them off.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Leave them be.|Kyoko3x8]]

Curious to learn what exactly is in the vaguely-summarized tome, you settle the stack of other books to one side and plop that one open in front of you. You give Woolly a few idle pats as he settles down next to your chair, then turn your attention to <i>Animus Vox</i>.\n\nIt takes awhile of reading, rereading, and sorting through the rather dense (and somewhat pretentious) text before you can really start to get an idea of what it's about. You now certainly have an inkling of why its description in the card catalog was so vague... most people would have given up on trying to make sense of it way before you did. There is talk about statues, yes, but the worshiping them is a little off. What the cult apparently actually worshiped was a sort of metaphysical, pseudo-philosophical concept of creating a thing by creating a solid image of the thing... essentially "I see it and can touch it, therefore it exists". That if you could make a physical, three-dimensional representation of something, no matter how strange or fictional, that you could bring that thing into existence.\n\nA lot of the first section of the book is a (very elaborate and purple prosed) dissertation on the concepts and themes which drive the cult, and then the life history of the first head of the cult to really get it seriously motivated to try and unlock the mysteries of their philosophy. Apparently he lost his... lover? Wife? Daughter? Honestly the text is so melodramatic and grandiose that it only refers to her with things like "beloved sweet innocent" and "but a darling in the flower of youth" and "precious cinnamon roll" and so on. But he wanted to find a way to use the philosophies and magic of the cult to bring her back to life. But obviously he first had to unlock the true power, yadda yadda, starting with wood carvings and-\n\n"Wow, this guy really thought his magic powers were real," you snort, speaking aloud. (It doesn't count as talking to yourself, you've got Woolly with you.) "Either that or this is mislabeled fiction. Or just more of a tall tale than 'Hidalgo'." You flip through some of the pages in the last half of the book. "Look, they even included a bunch of silly incantations and stuff, and... I don't think this is even old English, it's just goofy styling. 'Uff teh self-perpeshuasheon uff teh spelz'... more like bad internet typing than anything else, and then this other stuff is just gibberish. 'Mad dra pu-'"\n\nYou jerk a bit in your chair as Woolly suddenly leaps to his feet, fur standing on end. Making worried-sounding whimpers low in his throat, he starts backing away, making you blink. "Geez, Woolly, what's gotten into you? It's just a book, see?" You lift the tome to let him get a better look at it, only for the huge dog to turn and bolt away. "HEY! Woolly!" You stare after him for several long moments, but really, what can you do? Besides being way faster than you are, he outweighs you by a <i>lot</i>... you could no more go after him and make him come back than you could stop a stampede. "What in the world? All over saying 'Mad dra puug lycd cbammc uh edc ufh'?" you mutter, staring at the page and doing your best to pronounce the letter jumble words.\n\nThen you shudder as a faint breeze goes through the whole library... this place is cavernous, but <i>that</i> is just unnatural! The chill running up your spine changes tones as the book shakes faintly in your hands, before suddenly snapping shut of its own accord. You yank your hands away in reflex, then stare in wide-eyed horror as the top cover flaps, the pages twisting and rippling like some obscene white tongue, a strange, echoing voice emerging from it.\n\n"<b>Cdydia, yneca, yht vilg draca dfu cmidc ihdem drao pnayg.</b>"\n\nYou stare at the book, not certain what to do, then you hear a loud, awful scraping noise from the direction of the entrance, followed almost immediately by a thunderous crash that actually shakes the floor a bit. What's happening?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go investigate.|WilmaLibrary2ax1]]\n\n[[Hide!|WilmaLibrary2x2]]

"Yeah, sure, I guess we can try that," you answer slowly.\n\n"Mm, good." She smiles sultrily at you again, reaching up to grip your shoulders, pulling you down and around to sit on the bed. You lean back on your hands as she leans over to the side, massive tits wobbling as she picks up a thin cylinder from her nightstand. Pressing it to the side of your neck, you resist the urge to jump as it hisses softly and you feel a warmth spreading from the spot where it touched and running briefly through your body. You look down at yourself, shifting a little as that warm feeling starts to return, this time focused in your cock and balls. Your eyes widen as your prick gradually, and visibly, begins to grow, getting longer and thicker just as if it were still becoming erect. You have to spread your legs as your balls too begin to grow larger and heavier, hanging down further as they match the growth of your shaft.\n\nYou shudder and give a low moan as Arana reaches out and wraps a gloved hand around your growing cock, stroking it slowly and smoothly even as it swells in her hand. Pre starts flowing like a faucet turned on slightly, running down the length and smearing onto her glove, and thusly getting smeared across your cock as she strokes you. Arana smiles as she watches your face, giving the occasional little soft cooing noise as you shiver or moan from her stroking your growing prick, murmuring a few phrases like "Does it feel good?" and "You're getting nice and big now."\n\nBy the time your cock is done growing, it looks more like thirteen inches than eight. You stare down at your own prick in amazement, only to gasp loudly in shock as Arana leans down and slides her lips over it. You're already amazed by how good it feels as she starts suckling the head, her mouth warm and hot, her tongue surprisingly long and limber as it swirls around and flicks against your sensitive flesh. But you almost cum right then and there as she proceeds to steadily lower her head down, not a hint of hesitation or gagging as she swallows it down to the root, your newly thick and long cock bulging up her throat visibly as she hilts on you. One gloved hand begins fondling your balls as she bobs barely an inch and a half up and down, her tongue still somehow managing to work an impressive distance around your girth as she deepthroats you.\n\nWith treatment like that it doesn't take very long before you're moaning loudly and pumping thick blasts of cum right down Arana's throat. She makes a little muffled sound of amused surprise, the squeezing of her throat from it urging another spurt of cum out of you, but continues fondling your balls and sucking on you until you've exhausted your load. Sliding up and off of you, she gives a little laugh. "You see now the pleasures of augmented flesh, hm? But worry not... I've packed plenty of stamina and recovery into this augmentation." She slides smoothly further up onto the bed, simply snapping the strings of her tiny thong with a little tug on them, then spreading her legs to show off the smooth, dripping, plump-lipped slit. "Now come... I'm eager to have my creation inside of me."\n\nHer calling your cock 'her creation' feels like it ought to set off some mental alarms, but everything's been shut down by a powerful desire to get your prick back in somewhere wet and warm and tight. Almost as if in a trance you turn and crawl onto the bed after her, moving in atop her voluptuous body. You can practically prop yourself up on those immense tits, feeling them pillow below you as you wiggle into place atop her. Reaching down, you use a hand to quickly guide yourself into place, feeling those plump lips spread a bit around the tip of your cockhead, before you thrust in, giving an excited moan as you feel a very tight passage spreading around your enhanced girth. Arana coos and wraps her arms and legs around you, those heeled boots hooking around your thighs and tugging them a bit further apart, urging you to get deeper inside of her as you thrust. Your heavier balls slap against her skin with every thrust as she strokes up and down your back, purring in your ear and urging you on.\n\nIt feels like for the first few minutes you practically fade out of consciousness, your world reduced to the feeling of her body beneath you, those tits shifting under your chest, her pussy squeezing around your cock with almost as much proficiency as her hand did earlier. You're not sure how long it takes you to cum, but you suspect it's not long, soon thrusting in hard and grinding your hips reflectively as you pour your load inside her, whimpering like a virgin boy being deflowered by a goddess. (Which, let's face it, you are.) It takes you a few moments for your head to clear even a little, panting as you look down at Arana smiling at you rather... smugly? You blush some and squirm atop her, when something catches your vision out of the corner of your eye. You turn your head, then stare. Standing next to the bed is a large, muscular man with chocolate-colored skin and long, straight hair the color of dark metal and just as much shine. He looks like he's been oiled up, his naked body gleaming, and a cock far more fitting of the word 'monster' than your own jutting forward from his crotch. Maybe eighteen inches? More?\n\n"I hope you don't mind, but I signaled for Akun here to join us," Arana murmurs sweetly. "He's my usual bed partner, before you joined us. I thought it might help... expand your horizons to experience a bit of what I do. Hmmm?" That last remark and the twinkle in her eyes says that her intent for this threesome isn't exactly to get spitroasted.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. Okay.|BadCypher4x2]]\n\n[[No! You're a manly man!|BadCypher4axEnd1]]\n\n[[No, but you are kind of jealous of that cock...|BadCypher4bxEnd1]]

"... Alright," you allow, having to admit you are a little curious. You blush as the dark-skinned powerhouse clambers onto the bed as well, that massive black prick wobbling in the air with his motions. "Uh, but... I mean, that's huge, I don't think I can-"\n\n"No worries dear, a little side effect I like to include in pretty much all my augmentations is the ability to take just about any sort of penetration," Arana purrs as she strokes your hair soothingly, her eyes watching Maxxon move into place behind you. Nevertheless you turn your head to watch him nervously as he leans in, pressing the tip of that slick, glistening monster up against your pucker. Then he starts to push in, and you gasp loudly at the feel of your virgin ass spreading around another man's prick, your own throbbing hard and twitching inside of Arana's cunt as it does. In fact it feels like you're getting even harder the more of that fat brown shaft is pushed into your ass, leaving you writhing against Arana's heavy tits as she continues to coo and stroke your hair. "That's right, just enjoy feeling that cock slide into your ass, darling. First time? Mmm, I can tell by the way you're twitching inside me, feels like you're going to cum in my pussy again before he's even halfway inside you."\n\nIt actually takes until Maxxon is all the way inside you, his heavy brown balls pressing against your own enlarged white sack, and his hips against your buttocks pushing you just that much deeper into Arana, before you cum. You give a shuddery moan as your cock trembles and spurts inside her, your ass squeezing down around the massive prick inside you, making it feel even larger than it is. You raise up slightly and glance down, shivering at the cock-shaped bulge in your otherwise flat and muscular stomach, feeling it shift inside you as you settle back atop Arana's tits. You're only given a brief time to catch your breath before Maxxon begins pumping into you, smooth, strong thrusts that drag your hips to draw your cock slightly back out of Arana's pussy before stuffing it back in balls deep when he thrusts forward again, his balls smacking firmly against your own. His thrusts drive you forward, making Arana's tits wobble under your chest, and you brace your hands against the bed and start to move your hips between him and the woman beneath you. You're not entirely certain at any particular moment whether you're trying to thrust forward into her pussy or back against his cock, gradually just becoming lost in the pleasure of simultaneously fucking and being fucked.\n\nAs if reading your thoughts, Arana leans in, whispering in your ear, "Choose, choose now, without thinking! What feels better, being in my pussy, or being fucked in the ass?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Being in her pussy!|BadCypher4cxEnd1]]\n\n[[Being fucked in the ass!|BadCypher4x3]]

"M-my ass!" you gasp out, whimpering a little as you admit it. "I love being fucked in my ass!"\n\n"Mmm, do you now?" she coos. After a moment she slides out from under you, leaving you to prop yourself up on all fours as Maxxon begins properly fucking you doggy-style. You moan at the feel of him pounding your ass faster and harder now that you're in more of a position for him to do so, your pussyjuice-dripping cock swaying beneath your belly with the impact of the big man's hips against your buttocks. Arana practically purrs as she watches you getting fucked, one of her gloved hands sliding between her legs and the other fondling one of her huge tits. "Yes, that's right, lover, fuck the little bitch's ass, he likes that."\n\nYou blush in humiliation at the remark, but it's too accurate for you to really protest, expecially since you've started rocking back against Maxxon's thrusts and working your hips against him, wanting to feel those heavy black balls slapping against your slightly less heavy pale ones. At Arana's coo of 'Play with his tits,' Maxxon leans forward, his big hands sliding up your sides and around your flat chest, toying with your stiff nipples, making your cries take on an even sluttier tone at the new source of pleasure. Eventually Maxxon's hands slide up, one gripping your shoulder, the other tugging on your chin to turn your head so he can press his lips to yours, tongue diving into your mouth and claiming it.\n\nYou moan, your huge cock trembling and almost cumming then and there from the heat of kissing the big, powerful man currently pounding your ass. Your head is swimming so much you barely even notice the pressure against your neck and the hiss of the injection pen. After a few moments Maxxon breaks the kiss and grabs your waist again, this time really starting to fuck you, that thick black cock stuffing into your hole and bulging your belly again and again. Your cries gradually get higher and higher as your shoulders grow more slender, your hips and ass beginning to gradually round out. Your thirteen inch prick begins to grow smaller and more slender again, going almost unnoticed because every single thrust of his cock into your ass just seems to feel better and better.\n\nThe sleek tone of your muscles gradually disappears as your arms, legs, and belly smooth out, your whole body shrinking slightly as you lose several inches of height. Your hair grows longer and longer, reaching your shoulders and then falling past them. Your toned pecs perk up a bit, your nipples growing pinker and puffier. Your cock hits its original eight inches, then just keeps shrinking as any hint of body hair you had disappears. Your sweet, girly cries of pleasure at having your ass pounded fill the room as Maxxon fucks you throughout your entire transformation. As he finally thrusts forward and begins pumping a hefty load deep into your ass, your now three-inch prick goes limp even as it starts spurting spatters of cum all over the bedsheets, your effeminate body trembling as you experience your first assgasm, your delicate little toes curling and slender, pretty fingers twisting against the bed.\n\nYour brain is still fogged by pleasure, your body trembling and twitching with it as Arana leans in and grabs a handful of your now long, golden blonde hair, tugging on it to tilt your head back. "Well... boi. Since you liked getting fucked so much, I've turned you into the perfect little boi-bitch. But since watching you get changed while my lover pounded your slutty ass pleased me, I think I'll offer you a choice. Should I make a gift of you to Maxxon... or make you public property of the crew, so that they can all have a turn at your hot little holes?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Maxxon.|BadCypher4x4]]\n\n[[The crew.|BadCypher4dxEnd1]]

"M-Maxxon," you whimper. "I want to be Maxxon's... make me Maxxon's, please..."\n\n"Well, you heard your new toy, love," Arana says with a laugh as she leans up, pecking the big man on the lips, her tits brushing against his chest. "Play with it all you like, but try not to break it!"\n\nChuckling, Maxxon reaches down, hooking his arms under your legs. You yelp as he hauls you upward, your legs bending as he brings his hands up to hook behind your head. Leaning back a little on his knees, he begins using his new grip to work you up and down on his cock like a glorified masturbation sleeve. Your eyes roll up some and your tongue lolls out, your lips curled up in a brainless grin as he works you over his huge prick, your limp cocklet shaking and your belly bulging to show how deep he's gotten inside you. Your moans come out laced with giggles, your mind flustered by the intense pleasure of being a girly little fucktoy for this amazing specimen of a man.\n\nMaxxon uses you for quite awhile, bringing you to several quivering, mewling assgasms that have your limp cock occasionally spurting little streams of cum. But eventually he pulls out and tosses you onto your back on the bed. You briefly have a view of Arana leaned against the headboard, stroking a gleaming golden dildo into her dripping pussy, before Maxxon's cock fills your field of view. You moan eagerly, jutting your tongue out and flicking it against the underside, making it wobble around a bit, before he pulls back and slides the tip between your lips. Then he smoothly pushes forward, what's left of your gag reflex after your transformation just enough to cause a loud 'glkmlf' noise as your throat bulges around his girth. Bracing his hands on the bed, he begins pleasuring himself with your mouth, leaving you writhing with your hands eagerly gripping his hips as his big black balls slap against your face again and again. It's enough that you could cum just from him fucking your mouth, and you do at least once, gulping hard at his glorious prick as you have what could best be called a throatgasm.\n\nEventually he pulls himself free of your mouth and flips you around to face the opposite direction, still on your back. Your hands go to his broad, powerful shoulders as he lifts your legs and pushes them forward, sliding his cock back into your ass. You whimper eagerly as he starts fucking you like a girl, your pleasure-addled brain urging you to mewl out, "Yes, fuck my pussy, fuck my bitch pussy, fuck my pussy with your big fat cock," as he drives you against the mattress. You can faintly hear Arana drawing in a sharp, pleasured breath at your words, but all your focus is on the big, gleaming god looming over you, your puckered lips and pleading eyes watching his face as he drives into you. When he finally does cum in you, it's enough that your belly begins to swell, and you give out a long, female scream of release as you assgasm hard, your body trembling as your stomach rounds out until it looks like your powerful male lover has knocked you up, your spurting, limp cock dwarfed by the curve of your belly. Everything goes white as your orgasms overlap with each other, and you sink down into the drowning sea of pleasure.\n\nYou blink several times as you wake up. You're laying belly-down on a very nice bed with soft sheets, a pillow under your cheek. You slowly push yourself up a little on your hands, looking around. You're in an open room, roughly the size of a decently-sized living room. There's the bed, which is about queen-sized, a plain-seeming couch, a small table and chairs, a desk and computer terminal, a sleek futuristic-style chest of drawers, and some sort of floor-to-ceiling installation with a slot near the middle in one wall. Other than that there are two doors, one in the opposite wall and one beside the bed. The lighting is plain and white, though not ultra-white, coming from overhead... actually, most of the furniture is some shade of white too. This must be... Maxxon's quarters? If so, he obviously lives a lot more simply and less ostentatiously than his boss. By choice?\n\nYour head's a bit clearer now, no longer fogged by an insistent desire for cock... which you blush shamefully at realizing. Pushing yourself the rest of the way up, you swing to sit on the side of the bed, and look down at yourself. Even without a mirror you can tell how slender and feminine you look despite apparently still being fully male. You turn your girlish hands back and forth a few times looking at them, then run them down your chest, mmfing a bit at touching your newly sensitive and reactive nipples, which perk up at even that touch. Experimentally you lean back and spread your legs, wrapping your hand... well, a few fingers, actually... around your small cock. You think of everything you've ever considered sexy in your old life... of girls you knew from school, girls from porn you saw, even Arana's tits. Though you find the thoughts mentally arousing, there's no reaction. Giving in, you start thinking of things like other guys in the shower at gym, of the hardons of guys in porn, and yes, of Maxxon's jutting black prick. You can feel your breath quickening and your heartbeat getting faster as your body reacts with arousal at the images... but your cock stays as limp as ever.\n\nSighing and giving up, you take a few moments to calm down, slowing your breathing as you rub your face with both hands. You stand up and do another glance around. It looks like the place is mostly cleared out... because of you? Or does your... new owner... just live like this? You get up and wander over to the chest of drawers, trying to open a few of them, but they don't budge... must be locked. The only thing sitting out is something you notice on top of said chest... a thin gold band that's split open and hinged, with some sort of tag hanging off of it, and a lacy pink thong and babydoll teddy. You stare for a moment, then deliberately turn your mind elsewhere, trying to explore the rest of the room.\n\nThe computer console stays dark as you poke at it, as does the front of the installation on the wall. The door on the opposite wall from the bed doesn't open at your approach and doesn't have a handle, nor does it react as you jab at the smooth black panel to one side of it a few times. Walking to the other door does allow it to slide open, and you peek inside. The bathroom isn't huge, but does seem to be a little more opulent than the bedroom, with a rather large tub and what seems to be a 'rain' style shower with a built-in bench, as well as a pristine white sink and counter. You head into the bathroom and poke about, and while the toilet will flush for you and the sink will turn on while you have your hands under it, those seem to be the only things that will work; the doors beneath the counter and what looks like a built-in door to the side of the mirror are as immobile as the drawers of the chest outside.\n\nWhich is what you wind up looking at as you come back out. Moving back over to it more slowly, you pick up the gold band, which does look like it would fit fairly exactly to your neck, and look at the tag. 'Phera'. ... Cute. Apparently Maxxon has left it up to you to signal the last line of your submission to being his... plaything? Pet? Whatever it is, he's apparently made sure that you can't get out or arm yourself, and then left what he wants you to wear to see what you'll do. Whether you're going to be defiant, or admit you want his... well. The thought of his cock does send a shiver through you and stoke a warm, needy feeling in your belly, your ass practically fluttering. Blushing in both mild arousal and embarrassment, you try to banish the thought so you can make a clearheaded decision.\n\nWhat will you do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to escape.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Be defiant.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Get dressed.|BadCypher4x5]]

... Yeah, who are you kidding? You're in a strange situation, in the heart of the home of the people who have you captive, in a body genetically tweaked to be the perfect weak, submissive little sissy for men to use to stuff their cocks in. Escape? Defiance? Might as well challenge a hurricane to a fistfight.\n\nSighing, you pick up the little collar and look it over for a moment, before putting it to your neck. There's a quiet click, then a soft whining noise that lasts a few seconds. Blinking, you give it a tug and find it won't budge. Running your fingers around it finds no hint of the fastening, or of the hinge that let it open before, nor can you see either when you go to the mirror to look. It just sits around the middle of your throat, a solid gold band that fits closely but doesn't choke you. You can put your fingers under it when you try, even though it doesn't look like there's enough space. ... Well. Right. It would need to be able to have some give when Maxxon stuffs his cock down your throat and makes it bulge, wouldn't it?\n\nBlushing again and giving a very soft moan at the thought, you return to the dresser, picking up the panties and only hesitating a moment before stepping into them. The thong back slips between your girlish buttcheeks and the straps ride high on your slender hips, emphasizing what curve they have and making you look even more the pretty little female, with only the slight bulge of your limp cock and small balls in the front below the pretty lace pattern trimming the top to say that you're not. You wiggle into the babydoll as well, the long, transparent drapes of it parting in front to leave your belly bare, with little almost winglike 'caps' of the same material riding your shoulders to enhance the pretty little princess appearance, the smooth satin cups at the front hugging your flat chest.\n\nYou spend a few moments looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror, and have to admit that if this you had approached the old you, the old you would probably have fucked this you, boy or not. While you're in the midst of such musings, you hear the door in the main room slide open. Padding out into the main room, you see Maxxon standing near the entrance, glancing around. This is the first time you've seen him in clothing, and he's wearing a pair of paneled white leather pants, some sort of black utility belt, sturdy black boots and a sleeveless black shirt that looks like it might as well be painted on. A white jacket in the same style as the pants is also hung up near the door. As you walk out his dark eyes lock on you, and he smiles slowly. "Well, well. I see you got dressed."\n\n<hr>\n[[Thank him for the clothes.|SissyPhera]]\n\n[[Point out you didn't have much choice.|SissyPhera]]

You slip the master keycard in and out of the lock, waiting for it to click and then pushing the door open. Rosa even gives a call of "Housekeeping!", barely muffling her giggles as she does.\n\n"We're in here," a gruff male voice calls back, the owner shooting an annoyed glance towards the hallway that turns into a wide-eyed look of shock as he sees you walking towards him, your massive white-furred tits jiggling and tail lashing. He looks like he's about forty or so, decent-looking and actually a bit built... short brown hair, bit of beard stubble. Of course his muscles don't help him a whole lot as you leap on him and wrap an arm around his body, pinning his arms to his sides and holding him pressed back against your front.\n\nThe other three occupants of the room all scream in shock, both at your sudden emergence and action and at the rest of your "pack" rushing in and pouncing on them as well. They're all similarly averagely attractive... the similarly-aged mother whose best feature is above-average sized tits, the pretty slender teenage son and daughter who look like they could probably be twins. Rosa goes for the mother, silencing her cry with a deep kiss even as she presses her back against a wall and shoves a hand down the front of her jeans, rubbing and stroking between her legs. Jenna tackles the daughter onto one of the beds and begins shredding her clothes off, while Phillip does the same to the son.\n\nYou grin down and to the side at your captive as he watches in shock. You follow his head as he turns it towards Rosa and his wife. Rosa is still kissing the brown-haired woman, their lips parting every so often to show their tongues twining together... and already it looks like Rosa isn't doing all the work. The weretiger twists her hand inside the woman's jeans, claws shredding through panties and jeans to bare the human's brown-furred crotch. Rosa's fingers stroke over the outside faster and easier without the restriction of the fabric, then slip inside, the mother's moans now becoming audible even from across the room. \n\nThen he looks towards the bed where Jenna has tackled his daughter, who is now naked and writhing under the weretiger's attentions. Jenna holds the girl's wrists against the bed as she lavishes attention on her nipples with that catlike tongue. But more than that, she's used one leg to keep the teen's legs spread apart so that the tip of her fluffy, striped tail can tease up and down the length of the human's slit. The daughter's already moaning and gasping, hips twitching and jerking at those ticklish touches on her sensitive pussy, her whole body trembling. \n\nPhillip has been a little more direct, you see as you follow the father's gaze over to the second bed next. He's got the son on his side on the bed and has spooned up behind him; his cock, which still glistens with the various fluids from you, Jenna, and Rosa is slowly but steadily disappearing up the boy's ass, making him writhe and gasp. Phillip hilts inside the teen's tight hole quickly enough, then begins pumping and thrusting, dragging his tongue along the boy's shoulder and neck. One of his hands lifts one of the son's legs to both make it easier to thrust and to give you a better view of his long, pale cock pumping into the spread pucker, while his other hand strokes the boy's own hard cock smoothly.\n\n"S-stop... stop this," the father pleads quietly, trembling against you.\n\n"Oh? Why do you want us to stop?" you purr at him, feeling him twitch as you casually shred the front of his jeans and underwear with your claws. As his hardon springs free and you wrap your hand around it, your slow, slightly twisting strokes urging a few drops of pre at him, you continue in a sultry whisper, "Stop because it's turning you on too much? Don't worry, soon you'll realize it's turning you on just the right amount."\n\nRosa raises her hands to start kneading the mother's tits through her sweater, and you notice with a giggle that that the mother moves her hands to give the tiger-girl's ass a tentative squeeze as she does. Rosa purrs in response, and follows up by shredding the sweater, and all the rest that the woman is still wearing, in a few quick yanks and strokes of her hand. Then she turns and hauls the woman over to the bed, Jenna grinning and swinging off the daughter. Before either mother or daughter can process this new development, Rosa and Jenna have pulled the older woman into place straddling her daughters face, and pushing her forward. It takes surprisingly little urging from both weretiger females for mother and daughter to start sixty-nining, their moans interspersed with ashamed gasps of "Mom!" and "Oh baby, I'm sorry, it's so good!"\n\nThose cries quickly start to change, though, as Jenna leans down and bites one of the girl's calves and Rosa sinks her teeth into the mother's big, full ass. Mother and daughter writhe in pleasure, moans becoming yowls and mewls as they start eating each other out with renewed vigor while fur spreads over their skin and tails push out from above their asses, ears reshaping and muscles growing more powerful. The mother grows taller and a bit more toned, as you expected, gaining even bigger tits and extra height while keeping most of that pleasant MILFy roundness to her hips and ass, but you notice the daughter doesn't actually change that much... she gains a bit more tone, but her body mostly stays sleek and the same height she was, breasts perking up and rounding a bit but otherwise staying at just bordering-on-B-cup size. 'In~teresting, looks like she'll have to keep growing into her weretiger build!' you think, then giggle as she flips her mother off of her and onto her side, slipping between her legs and pressing their furry white pussies together to start eagerly scissoring.\n\nMeanwhile, Phillip sinks his teeth into the meeting of the boy's shoulder and neck, even as he continues eagerly pumping his thick cock up the teen's apparently just as eager ass. The son mewls almost girlishly as the fur spreads out over his body and his muscles take on feline sleekness, but his build doesn't change any more than his sister's did. In fact, with all that pretty fur and listening to him gasp and yowl as he's done up the butt, he actually looks a little more girlish than before, especially with his cock looking slender and smooth in Phillip's hand. He yowls sweetly as Phillip gives a deeper groan and shoves forward, Phillip's furry white balls drawing up close as he empties them. The son's cock twitches and jerks in the older weretiger boy's hand, spurting long streamers of white out and over the top of the comforter.\n\n"Mmm, I can feel you throbbing in my hand, watching it," you murmur to the father, who's gone completely still and silent against you. You give his aching cock a light squeeze. "Do you want it? Do you want to join them?"\n\n"I..." he gasps in a hoarse voice.\n\nPhillip pulls out of the son's ass and rolls to the side, and the newly-turned weretiger boy almost immediately rolls up and onto his knees, upper body still pressing against the bed. He lifts his tail high and uses one hand to pull on one slender buttock, showing his still slightly spread and well-fucked asshole, a little dribble of cum trickling out of it. "Dad, I want you inside me," he purrs in a sweet voice. "I want you to fuck my ass."\n\nThe father swallows hard, then whispers, barely audible, "I want it."\n\nYou consider making him beg for it a bit more, but with a grin relent and bow your head to give his neck a quick bite before standing back. The transformation does the job of shredding his shirt and the rest of his pants for you, his already well-built muscles and height augmented impressively by becoming a weretiger. While certainly not growing to 'hulk' proportions, he could easily loom over any of the rest of you, and has shoulders you could probably ride on without feeling like you might fall off. But any other sorts of ride will have to wait... he immediately moves forward, growling ferally low in his throat, his white-skinned cock jutting out ahead of him at a size more appropriate for a horse than a tiger.\n\nHe grabs his son's slender waist and starts stuffing that massive prick right up his already well-fucked ass... it looks like it would hurt, but apparently the weretiger healing factor means stretching is a lot easier, since the younger lycanthrope just begins moaning eagerly and begging for more. "God yes, fuck my ass, fuck my ass dad," he pleads, bucking his hips back and wiggling eagerly, not stopping until the full length of that massive cock has sunk into him. Then the father begins thrusting hard and fast, still growling and grunting as he does, his softball-sized white-furred balls swinging forward to slap against the much smaller fuzzy sack of his son.\n\nPhillip has moved over to the other bed, and is now fucking the mother up the ass while she and her daughter continue to sixty-nine. You notice that Rosa and Jenna have started their own sixty-nine on the floor, so with a grin you move over to the father and son pair, swinging yourself onto the bed and then grabbing a handful of the slender teen tiger's orange and black hair to pull his moaning, dirty-talking little mouth against your cunt. You purr happily as he starts eagerly eating you out, then moan loudly as the father leans forward to start kneading your tits powerfully with his big hands.\n\nOh yes, this was definitely a good way to deal with the complaint.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|WBrit3x5]]

Hm, from the looks of things the locals already have a plan that they're working on putting into play. Since this is, after all, your very first mission it might not hurt to either just tag along or jump into the groundwork someone's already laid for an operation. You tap that option, and the ship shifts slightly as the stars stop stretching out, and a large planet comes into view, gradually getting larger, a city appearing out of the ever more detailed landscape.\n\nOnce the ship sets down, the back lowers into a ramp and you step out, finding people in surprisingly police-y tight, shiny blue bodysuits. They even have gold badges molded to the chests of the suits. "Uh, hi!" you try, holding up a hand and hoping that a teenager in a star-spangled spacesuit doesn't look ridiculous. "I'm with the Space Rangers, I'm here about the Commander Cobra operation...?"\n\nThe two guards exchange a glance, then one of them beckons to you. "This way then, ma'am," he grunts, not sounding entirely pleased. Oh, is this the equivalent of 'the Feds' trampling on local authority? You may be more right than you think, since when you're led through the building and into an office, the blue-skinned guy behind the desk is short, fat, and with a cigar jutting from his mouth as he talks. (You guess that stereotypes override even nonsmoking workplaces, assuming outer space has those as standard.)\n\n"We've been working on this op for a month!" he blusters, slamming a fist down on the surface of his desk. "A gosh-darned month!" Haha wait what? "And if you think I'm gonna just let some farting baby-faced jerk newbie from the League come in here and..." He trails off, squinting at you. "... S'yer problem?"\n\n"N-nothing," you manage, desperately fighting with all you have not to laugh. \n\nHe glowers suspiciously at you for a moment more, then hmfs. "... Well, guess I can say all I want, but not like I can actually stop you," he grumbles. "We've got this planned to go down today. Commander Cobra's been consistently hijacking parts shipments that fit a certain profile... probably whatever that scientist he kidnapped needs for her research. But we've figured out the pattern and set up a shipment that he's pretty much guaranteed to grab up. That way we'll get inside his defenses and aboard his ship before he even knows what's happenin'." He sits there grumpily for a moment, then breathes out a cloud of smoke. "But fine, you wanna come in here and scoop the credit, then I can't farting stop you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take over the op.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Work with them.|GGSR1x5]]

You head back into your room, still occasionally feeling startled when a bit of your newly-shining hair bounces into view. You slip in, closing the door behind yourself, noting Erika sitting at her desk and writing. She glances over at you as you head for your bed, then blink and does a longer look. "Nice hair."\n\n"Thanks," you murmur, turning to flop on the bed, closing your eyes. You hear her settle the pen into its inkwell and the soft pads of stockinged feet on the floor. Then you feel the mattress shift as she sits down on the side of it. \n\n"Wore you out a bit, did she?"\n\n"... Yeah," you admit after a few moments, letting the word out as a sigh despite the warmth the thought gives you.\n\n"Even though when you walked in, she was laying on the bed looking like a cat who just ate a mouse, and the whole place smelled of boy?"\n\n"... Yeah," you admit again, this time opening your eyes with a blink and turning your head to look at her.\n\n"Yes, Maeve likes a lesbian chaser after 'cocktails'," the British girl says dryly. She reaches out and fingers one of your curving golden locks. "Though apparently she only gives the shiny hair makeover to the ones she really likes."\n\nYou blink again at that, looking aside at your own hair, then up at her. She grins and shimmies her gleaming blue eyebrows. "So there are others around that look like this?"\n\n"No, there were two from last year, everyone said they and Maeve were super close. But one got put in an arranged engagement by her parents... probably wouldn't have mattered except that it was a high-class family that Maeve's parents are close with, so poof, no more shiny black hair. The other girl transferred out or something late in the year, just gone one day." Erika shrugs, then grins again. "Still tingling?"\n\n"Mm," you agree, finally smiling.\n\nErika returns the smile, then leans down and closes her eyes as she presses her lips to yours.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hold on, I'm a one-girl... girl!|Aspareth]]\n\n[[Oh, what the hell. <3|Aspareth4x15]]

These are always interestingly extreme, if somewhat weird and over the top, though you don't think you've actually watched this one. Actually you're kind of curious just to see if the particular 'blur' style of animation they use to cover up the minimalist loops gives you motion sickness in VR, because if you can stand that maybe you can actually play the inevitable VR remake of Descent. You direct your attention at that filename and select it.\n\nYou find yourself almost stumbling as you're abruptly standing, not sitting. You're in some sort of large shadowy warehouse, and... it's very weird, it's like it's real but at the same time the colors and shading all make you feel like you're looking at something animated. You glance down at yourself and stare... you're apparently included in that, wearing a super-tight blue bodysuit, which in true Taimanin style both lifts and separates and has a bit of a boobwindow, as well as outlining your body as completely as if you were naked. You're holding two katanas, in true edgelord style, so at least you've got that going for you. This VR experience is definitely way, way more immersive than you were expecting! \n\n"Quick! We have to run!"\n\nYou jump a little as someone lands next to you... a girl a bit older than you with reddish-purple hair in a 'ducktail' style, wearing a black and red ninja outfit that's a bit torn and ripped up, showing most of one of her large breasts including her rosy pink nipple.\n\n"It's much larger and more powerful than we thought, we have to-!"\n\nShe's cut off as something flits out of the darkness, faster than a striking snake as it wraps around her ankle and yanks her off her feet. She gives an abbreviated scream as she's hauled into the darkness, the sound cut off with a loud, wet noise that indicates her mouth was suddenly stuffed full of something. Your eyes widen as a... thing... comes looming out of the black shadows on the other side of the warehouse. There's a massive lump of flesh there, but most of it is tentacles... tentacles of every possible color, shape, and style that you've ever seen in a hentai anime. It's like... the ur-tentacle monster!\n\n<hr>\n[["WHAT THE FU-?!"|GGPorn7x2]]\n\n[[Run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run r-|GGPorn]]

"... Thank you," you whisper, which clearly shocks her. "I know this probably wasn't an easy decision for you, but... you wanted to save my life. And you went against Katsuko's orders to do it, didn't you?"\n\n"You... heard that?" she murmurs, glancing away.\n\n"A little of it."\n\n"... You mustn't think badly of the Mistress," Ryoko continues, voice still quiet as she looks back at you. "I know that is likely difficult from your perspective, but it's not that she would have wanted you to die. But the resources to perform this sort of operation are extremely limited, and we must be careful about the people we grant this kind of power to."\n\n"Especially since it's someone who's disobeyed orders twice?" You see her start to open her mouth and shake your head. "No, I know. I messed up. And I know you've acknowledged your own fault in this. Let's not dwell on that now. What happened with the serial killer? Did I screw things up completely?"\n\n"It is not as bad as the Mistress makes it seem, in truth," Ryoko answers with a slight cant of the head. "It is not ideal by any stretch of the imagination, but there were numerous witnesses to him attacking you, too numerous for his connections to cover up. The operative killed him but managed not to be captured on film, so that part of the story is mostly credited as some random good samaritan, any of the more 'outlandish' aspects discounted as the stuff of rumors and urban legend."\n\n"I see. Well, at least he won't be hurting anyone else," you note with a small sigh. "What happens now?"\n\n"Now, I'm afraid that you will have to go to work as an operative yourself."\n\nYou blink. "What? Me? But I-"\n\n"I know. It's not ideal, Kyo-" She winces a little, starting to correct herself.\n\n"No. It's fine." You smile a little, reaching out to put your hand over one of hers. "Kyoko is fine."\n\nShe stares down at your hand for a long moment, visibly swallows, then nods and continues. "... These treatments made on your body are too valuable to not be fielded, I'm afraid. They were slated for an ex-JSDF soldier who is a part of our cause, but now they have been used on you instead, and they <i>must</i> be put to use."\n\n"And I have no say in it?"\n\nRyoko opens her mouth, then closes it. You see something a little hard come into her eyes, and think that she's about to tell you that no, you don't. Instead what she says is, "What would your say be in it, if you had one?"\n\nYou're stunned again. Ryoko's dedication to Katsuko has seemed so overwhelming all this time... but now it seems she's offering to help you escape if you want it. To leave everything behind... her wealth, her life, the cause she's apparently lived for since she was a child... and betray her powerful, wealthy, and obviously somewhat vindictive mother (obviously) for you. Because she feels she owes you. Because she cares about you.\n\nBecause she'll help you do what you want to do.\n\n<hr>\n[[Escape.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Become an operative.|Kyoko3x3]]

In the midst of your expletive a long purple tentacle goes whistling through the air and directly into your mouth, stuffing itself right down your throat as it wriggles and writhes, bulging and pulsing inside your stretched passage. Shock and the overwhelming sensation are enough to have you drop your swords and instantly grab for the tentacle past your lips, only for more of them to wrap around your forearms and yank you through the air, closer to the creature so that you're left danglign, your bulging throat visibly working with the pulsing of the tentacle down it.\n\n"Mmmngl! Gllmnnf!" you protest futilely, squirming and bucking in midair as a pair of squid whip-like tentacles wrap around your legs, their suckers rubbing and pressing over you, tearing up the thin material of your ninja suit. Your eyes widen further in horror as your legs are forced to spread almost into a splits (luckily it seems you're dextrous enough for it now, since nothing cracks or tears), not just at that but at the sight of a new 'tentacle' moving through the air towards you. This one looks like a large white snake, probably thicker than your arm and much, much longer. It slithers through the air to look you in the eyes with its own glowing red ones, and you feel a shiver of sheer terror run through you, even as you continue to be distracted by the stretching, wrigling, pulsating tentacle raping your throat.\n\nThe snake head lowers down, and a long, thick serpentine tongue slides out of its mouth, teasing at one of your nipples through the thin cloth. You're not sure if it's just the stimulation or if the saliva dripping from that tongue has some sort of aphrodisiac quality, but your nipple quickly stiffens to actually painful hardness, standing out in stark contrast under the shiny, now damp blue cloth, both nub and areola clearly outlined. You keep bucking and twisting, trying to struggle as much as you can as the snake toys with your other nipple to bring it to similar hardness... then give a muffled scream as the head opens its mouth wide and clamps down over your entire breast, sucking at it hard even as its fangs sink into you. You can feel something hot and tingling rushing into your flesh from those points of penetration... and then it lifts its mouth away and similarly engulfs the other one, making you scream around the tentacle fucking your throat as you're bitten again.\n\nShortly after the snake-tentacle pulls away, your hot, tingling tits begin to throb... visibly. You get louder with your shrieking and struggling as they bulge and swell, growing larger and larger with every beat of your heart. They're soon twice the size they were, the small holes the snake put in them with its biting stretching wider and wider, the bite marks themselves already nothing more than small, stinging red dots. Your nipples are twice as long as well, straining at the ever wetter fabric over them, until finally the material stretches away, your tits now twice the size of your head with thick, long nipples sending little spurts of milk through the air as you struggle.\n\nThe snake head lowers further and further, and you give a muffled shriek of pleading as you can feel its mouth tearing away the crotch of your suit... and then a much longer tentacle-muffled scream as that large arrowhead-shaped head pushes inside you, stretching your pussy wide around it. You can feel yourself gushing and dripping around it as it begins thrusting itself inside you, your body having long since begun reacting to the strange pleasure of having your tits enlarged and the little near-orgasms that pass through you every time one sends out a spurt of milk. Your pussy is being stretched, absolutely broken by the snake-shaped tentacle writhing and pumping itself into you... you can feel its head twisting inside you, its mouth opening to stretch you wider, that powerful, ticklish tongue licking your insides and stimulating parts of you that were never meant to be stimulated with its aphrodisiac saliva.\n\nPart of you wants to give in... to just cum, to just lose yourself in this...\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|GGPorn]]\n\n[[No! Resist!|GGPorn]]

"I think the biggest first step would be finding their secret identities," you muse aloud, looking at the image in the crystal.\n\n"Secret... identities?" Agamemnon echoes, expression rather blank. "I don't follow."\n\n"... Wow maybe you should watch some cartoons with the queen. Uh, yeah, it's generally assumed that magical girls are normal teenage girls with normal lives who transform into the superpowered versions when they're alerted to danger."\n\n"Hm! How novel, it's already been worthwhile recruiting you just for this bit of information, Mike." Agamemnon cups his chin as he looks at the image with you. "Should we not simply be able to use this image of them to compare to girls on the street?"\n\n"Nah, for one that'd take too long, for another it's always assumed there's some sort of magic or something protecting their identities if they're not wearing masks, to explain why their friends and family don't recognize them," you answer, waving a hand. You may have gone through a phase when you were about fifteen. "But anyway... hm, can this whole setup also display other things?"\n\n"Yes. Gilgamesh, Romulus and Remus, Ozymandius, let's work the controls and display the information Mike asks for."\n\nYou wait for your new coworkers to take their positions around the pedestal the globe is floating over. "Okay, show me all the places in the city you've had runins with Magi-Cheer Five." After a second, a glowing map of the city projects from the surface of the globe to in front of you, showing an enraged Diabolic Catastrophe's face as an apparent marker for all the incidents. "Okay, the majority are in this area, so let's narrow the focus to this portion of the city." Once the display has zoomed in, you continue with, "Yeah, highlight the high schools in the area. These two here and here, which are they?"\n\n"Heron High School and Thornhill Girls' Charter School," Gilgamesh responds after a moment.\n\n"Hmmmm. Any more information about them?" you ask.\n\nAfter a few seconds of 'typing' on the surface of the stone in front of him, Agamemnon replies, "Heron High School has an average graduating class of seventy-five out of roughly 500 enrolled seniors and a total student body of approximately 2000. Thornhill Girls' Charter does not have anything below a C- student and roughly 600 students total."\n\n"Yeah, it's the girls' school. Magical girls like that aren't gonna come from a failing public school where they'd be completely lost in a crowd of impending dropouts, it's not very elegant, y'know? They'd definitely be from someplace with uniforms and where their 'bad at homework' members were still not setting too bad an example for the viewers. ... Look, don't look at me like that, you asked for an outside perspective, didn't you?" The other five eventually look back to their stations, and you clear your throat. "Okay, so all or most of them probably go to Thornhill Girls', and from the distribution of where they were bumped into... let's cross-check with speed of start of whatever we were doing to when we encountered the Magi-Cheers... yeah, okay, pretty good chance this arcade here and this mall here are the spots they hang out at most when they're off. We might be able to narrow it down a little to where some of them live by going into it even more, but that's probably a lot of effort for less chance of reward now that we've figured out their school and hangouts."\n\n"So what is your next step?"\n\n"Simple." You grin a bit. "I'll get a second job."\n\nAgamemnon looks at you with an empty expression for a moment, before comprehension appears on his face like an instagram filter. "Ah. You mean a job at one of the locations in question, allowing you to surveil the teenage girls there in hopes of discovering the true identities of the Magi-Cheer Five."\n\n"Right. If I can spend a lot of time at those places, I should be able to figure out ways to... well..." You frown a little. "I mean I have a few ideas but I'm not actually sure how many of them I can do. I mean, do I have any powers now that I'm a Dark Great King?"\n\n"Nobu-" "-naga," Romulus and Remus prompt, both snickering in unison.\n\nYou roll your eyes and resist the urge to stick your tongue out at them (they look like they're barely nineteen or so), and instead continue. "It's not like I was handed an instruction book, you know."\n\n"Ah, my apologies, in all the excitement I forgot to do that," Agamemnon speaks up, drawing a book about the size of a pocket bible out from inside his jacket and passing it to you.\n\n"... 'Being a Dark Great King Instruction Manual'. Well. Okay then," you mutter, flipping through the pages.\n\n"So which 'second job' are you going to take, anyway?" Gilgamesh asks, turning to lean her hip on the pedestal.\n\n<hr>\n[[Teacher.|DarkMike1x4]]\n\n[[Maintenance tech.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[Security guard.|DarkMike]]

No way, you're not going to turn over your body to some evil demon that wants to hurt the person that helped you!\n\n"Then be damned for your heroic attitude, human!" your mouth snaps out, lips curling in a snarl.\n\nInstantly you can feel yourself being pulled deeper inside something, like a pit and a tight tunnel at the same time, as if you're being swallowed up by nothing but nothing still has a tight, physical grip on you. Even as you're sliding down the gullet of emptiness, you watch as your body gives a long, angry howl as those muscles begin to lessen and soften, shoulders shrinking and legs dropping back down into a normal human stance. Fur drops out and disappears, revealing shiny, smooth tan skin beneath. Once massive chest muscles instead push outward, swelling and rounding into particularly large breasts capped by reddish, puffy nipples. Your muzzle presses back to your face, nose resuming its old shape and then becoming slimmer, cuter, and upturned just a bit. The drape-like hair splits back into normal follicles and thickens as it drapes down your now smooth and sleek back, turning a rich, almost black brown as it cascades in a thick wave across the shoulders. As those gold-red eyes fade to simply red, you feel yourself drop down into something that seems to instantly dissolve and absorb you until all sense of self is gone and everything that you were absorbed into it.\n\nSighing, you flick your now even longer ears and brush your hands through your hair, feeling the warrior-appropriate bracers on your forearms reshape into something more elaborate and decorative, your simple loincloth that once barely hid your massive member shifting to join your top in becoming a sling bikini with three scraps of white cloth that are barely enough to cover your nipples and the entrance of your sex while virtually disappearing into your bubble butt in back. A gold collar that comes down partially over your collarbone materializes, an elaborate and beautiful manifestation of both your power and your subjugation to the will of greater beings. You shake your head at the beautiful vision in the mirror, yelping as you very briefly tip over from the radical changes and thump back briefly to sit on the floor, large breasts wobbling.\n\n<img src="images/XbHZ78t.jpg">\n\n"By Ra's lifegiving nutsack that hangs in the sky, back to this body," you announce in a pouty voice. That's the other annoying thing about taking female form, you can't really get the sort of booming, dramatic tone you'd like, you always wind up sounding cute. Damn that mortal boy! Oh well, not much to be done about it at this point. You got a decent energy boost and absorbed some modern knowledge from consuming Eric's soul at least, so there's that too.\n\nThe question is, how to take out the Senshi now? You were counting on using a masculine sex aura to completely overpower them and turn them into mewling, begging mounds of quivering desire! While your feminine sex aura is also quite powerful, the most it really does is get the Senshi hot and bothered... most of them are much more interested in taking long, thick cock, after all. Which... you currently do not have. And don't have enough energy to form at will, either. Damn! And the Senshi spiritualist could be back at any time! While eating the soul of the mortal boy has given you enough strength and solidity that you don't think you could be sealed away again so easily any time soon, she's still dangerous. What to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Set up an ambush for her.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[Leave.|Femnubis1x1]]

Tom pushes the lid of the trunk freezer up, giving you a chance to swing yourself out of it before he clambers out as well. Gobbling quietly to himself, his big yellow cock already jutting forward, he makes his way over to the door, knowing you prefer a slightly more careful approach than Papa. He opens the door into the house and peeks in, before whispering back to you, "Two oppressors... but it looks like they're only teenagers. The chief oppressors must be somewhere else in the house."\n\n"Alright. I'll take care of these two, then," you announce with a smirk, resting your hands on your bovine hips. "You take that side door and go around the back, hook up with one of the brothers, and take out the main oppressors."\n\nNodding, Tom scurries out the side door, while you throw open the door to the kitchen and saunter in, your heavy, milk-filled tits bouncing and your udder swaying. The teens... a boy and a girl, and twins by the look of them... whirl to face you, their jaws dropping and eyes widening in pure shock. You grin more widely, imagining the golden ring in your nose glinting dramatically as you step over to them. "Youthful oppressors, the sins of the parents are upon you! It is time to atone!" you declare as you reach out and grab handfuls of their hair.\n\nThose dropped jaws are quite handy as you force them to bend over and yank them forward, forcing their open mouths around two of your teats. Both of them begin to struggle and squirm, pressing their hands against your hips and udder as you force all eight inches of thick teat down their throats until their lips are pressing into the yielding pink flesh. But all their struggles do is cause more milk to begin flowing down their throats as you begin working your hips back and forth, fucking their faces with your teats. Almost immediately you can see their struggles starting to lack as the girl's pert young tits swell and grow, and the boy's jeans tighten in the crotch around a steadily larger bulge. By the time that her bra snaps and her tits come tumbling into her shirt, already starting to soak the fabric with milk, and the boy's fly gives way to spill out his dark brown, ever more bull-proportioned cock, both are sucking and gulping at you eagerly, their moans starting to turn into mooans as their horns begin to push out.\n\nMm, another pair of oppressors becoming the oppressed. 'Tis the season of joy!\n\n<b>Holly Thanksgiving</b> end - <i>Milk-fed brisket</i>

It's hard to resist the urge to take a look around in a stranger's apartment when you've been left there all alone. It's not like you intend to steal anything! ... Probably. You're just, you know, super curious about this strange, very cute girl who apparently dresses like an anime character for a living.\n\nNow, there are three really obvious places to do some snooping if you're going to go poking your nose into somebody's business. Those are...\n\n<hr>\n[[The medicine cabinet.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Her chest of drawers.|HLSenshi13x2]]\n\n[[The closet.|HLSenshi]]

You get up and, after a brief side-trip to the bathroom (which helps quell your raging stiffy), you head back over to the fairly plain-seeming chest of drawers sitting near the bed... you have to admit, you're a little emboldened to go snooping by the fact that you've been left with no other option than to go around the room naked. You decide to start with the lowest drawer first, and find that it's apparently full of 'loungewear'... various workout/sleeping pants, T-shirts, things like that. You find a baggy pair of white pants to pull on, figuring that will be an adequate excuse for why you're over here if you hear the door opening.\n\nThe middle drawer is pretty boring, containing mostly jeans and pants and such. Of course, the top drawer is, as you probably could have expected, the real treasure trove... her underwear drawer. It's a bit messy... some attempts have been made to fold the bras up and stack them to one side of the drawer, but the panties are just sort of scattered around over the rest of the drawer, heaped in piles as if she regularly rummaged through them. There's a fair bit of variety, too. Red lacy thongs, black satin bikini cut, and a lot of white cotton panties... somehow all of them look like they're designed to hug up to and conform around the asscheeks. 'Naughty schoolgirl' panties, you guess, which sort of makes sense for someone who goes around dressed in that skimpy outfit all day without the slightest bit of shame.\n\nYou notice that there's a small lockbox half-hidden under a few pairs of panties in one corner. Brushing those off, you turn it around and check... no, it doesn't actually seem to be locked. Which, you guess, makes it little better than just a 'box', heh. (... You passed out a few hours ago that's pretty good humor in your condition.) You flip the top open and glance briefly over its contents... looks like some money, a couple of pieces of jewelry (including a really large Egyptian-style pendant of some kind of fox or dog or something), her vibrator... oh wait no, that's a prop for her transformation wand thingy. ... Oh there's her dildo! Red and gold, fancy stuff. \n\nHaving come this far, you can't quite help but at least mess with something, handle something...\n\n<hr>\n[[A pair of panties.|HLSenshi18x1]]\n\n[[The pendant.|HLSenshi13x3]]\n\n[[The wand.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[The dildo.|HLSenshi23x1]]

That pendant has caught your attention, largely because it seems so different from all the rest of the stuff she bothered to put in there. You lift it out, noting the particularly hefty chain that comes with it. Shrugging, after a moment you loop the chain and let it settle on, straightening up to check the nearby mirror to see how it looks on you.\n\nBut almost before you've finished turning, you gasp as the metal goes hot against your skin, almost as if it were burning you. You grab at the pendant and chain to yank them off, only to find to your horror that they're stuck as if glued, completely unmoving. As you stare down, and then at the mirror in shock, the gold sinks into your skin, gradually spreading out and disappearing, suffusing the burning heat into a more tolerable warmth that keeps spreading out through your body. Then you grunt and grit your teeth as your muscles clench, all of them feeling like they've suddenly flexed against your will, making you hunch forward. Your muscles continue to twitch even as they start to swell, becoming more distinct, more "cut" by the moment as you hear pops and cracks from your back as you grow steadily taller. Your toes dig in against the carpet, your feet twisting as you rise up on the balls of them... and as the bones in your feet lengthen and reshape, the stance becoming more natural for you as your toenails push out into claws that grip into the floor. A fine layer of silky black hair starts sprouting all over your skin, doing little to hide the newly impressive definition of your muscles, fingers twitching as your fingernails too reshape into claws. Your hips twitch and jerk as you can feel your cock growing as well, pressing out against the ever tighter material of the workout pants and sliding down your thigh, your balls pressing the crotch outward as they swell.\n\nYou toss your head, giving a cry that turns into more of a yowl as your teeth sharpen and your face begins to push outward, forming a muzzle, your nose sinking into line with the rest of it as it turns black and textured. Your hair slicks back, turning thick and gold and taking on more the appearance of gold cloth draped around and behind your shoulders. Panting and trembling, you stare in the mirror as some of the fur covering your now inhuman face turns golden, etching itself into an elaborate design. But as your eyes fade to reddish-gold, your panicked, overwhelmed reaction to the changes tapers off and disappears. You find yourself calmly rising up to your full height as the now stretched taut white exercise pants reshape into a white loincloth draping down in front of you past your knees, clearly outlining the now massive shape of your cock and balls. Without any intention to, you raise your right arm and flex your fingers a few times as a sturdy leather bracer warps into being and wraps around your thick forearm.\n\n<img src="images/HXcORg7.png">\n\n"At last, Anubilis is free once again." Your mouth moves with the words, and the deep, booming voice that comes out reverberates in your throat, even though you didn't speak them.\n\nAnubis?! you try to say. You recognize that name now... the Egyptian god of the dead! Or... something!\n\n"No, mortal boy... I am a youma. We are often based on creatures of your world, or figures from myth and legend," your own mouth answers your apparently unspoken question. You can feel (and see in the mirror) your now lengthened and repositioned ears give a flick as those red-gold eyes stare out from the smooth plane. "But whereas Anubis had the power to judge the dead as fit to enter the underworld, I represent... other things." You watch as your muzzle curls in a slight smile, one big hand reaching down and running lightly along your covered, expanded cock, sending a shiver of pleasure through you. "The inevitability of giving in. The end of a life of hardships for other pursuits. The seductive nature of the unknown. And the ultimate power that none can truly resist. All these and more I command, and will use on the Senshi that imprisoned me."\n\nWhat? You can't let him do that!\n\n"You have little choice, mortal!" Anubilis snaps back with your transformed mouth, before growing calm again, gazing at you via the mirror. "Come, mortal boy, there is no way out of this. I am resurrected using this body either way, and it is now mine. But you have an opportunity to enjoy great power and pleasure along with me if you cooperate."\n\nYou can't really help but be curious about such a statement, and perhaps sensing that, Anubilis continues. "The last time I fought those blasted Sailor Senshi, like many youma I took a female form. Unfortunately, while they are all lovers of women, their true lusts lie towards men, and I was unable to bring them under my sway. Instead that spiritualist sealed me away and locked me in the dark, until she was foolish enough to become lax about guarding me. And that is where you come in... without your consent, I cannot maintain this powerful male form that will allow me almost effortless domination over the Senshi. One by one they will fall to me, my powers growing each time, making the next ones fall all the easier. Eventually we shall be like a physical god walking upon this plane of existence, worshipped and doing as we will."\n\nYou hesitate at that, and after a moment Anubilis presses, "Choose well, boy! If you refuse me, I will be reverted to my previous form, true, and have a much more difficult time overcoming the Senshi... but I swear that I will consume all that you are in the process! There will be no enjoyment of my conquests, no part of you within me left to rule, you will merely become food for the engine of my spirit, and I will be all that remains!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to let him have your body.|HLSenshi14x1]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HLSenshi13x4]]

You tell Jerome you'll do the pickup of the robbers. Hey, a little road trip could be fun. You go through a bit of trouble to pick up the car (you've gotta burn the envelope that had the address written on it and the keys inside, you've gotta take a roundabout way out of town, bunch of other crap like that), but then it's just a bunch of highway travel.\n\nIt's a little after noon when you pass through the small town Jerome told you about and head for the mile marker where you're supposed to make the pickup. You hope these assholes aren't going to be annoying travel buddies on the way back, but then Jerome did hint that if their haul was good, you could make a five figure payday, which is pretty good for needing to drive for-\n\nYou slam on the brakes as you come up on a really day-ruining tablieu. There's one car overturned with a few bodies laying sprawled out next to it, unmoving... it matches the description of the getaway car Jerome said his clients would be driving. There's also a cop car in the road, with one cop frantically working over his downed buddy... the red spreading over the brown of the downed man's shirt showing that one of the robbers must have gotten a shot off before being put down himself.\n\nOh crap, this deal's gone south before you ever even got here.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to take out the cops and save the payday.|YPZombieplaceholder]]\n\n[[Just take off.|YPZombieplaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to save the shot cop.|YPZombie1x2]]

Hm. Probably best to approach them directly and openly. ... But how direct to be even then? Searching through your mind, you realize that it would be almost trivial to change your form into a variety of other things, things they might trust and not, you know, try to attack on sight like someone with horns and a tail.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be yourself.|GGTief1x4]]\n\n[[Change your shape.|GGTief]]

Whatever that thing is, if it's an actual zombie or no, you decide you want a closed and <i>locked</i> door between it and you. You slam the door closed and hit the button to fasten the lock. A few moments later there's a slam against the door, making it shake. Frightened that the door might give or the lock might pop, you thud your shoulder against it and press hard, feeling the whole thing shudder as the monster on the other side slams against it again. Looking over the bed, you call, "Hey! Hey man, wake up!"\n\nThe cop doesn't move... you'd be surprised if he could hear you at all, considering he's probably still completely doped up. Still, you don't see a lot of other choice. "Hey asshole, wake the <i>fuck</i> up or we're both gonna fucking die!"\n\nShockingly, he actually does stir a bit, his eyes opening. Groggily, he sits up and tries to focus on you. "Wuh...?"\n\n"Dude, get the fuck up! We've gotta get outta here!"\n\n"Wha? Wha's happening?" he slurs, actually managing to stagger to his feet, wincing and pressing a hand over his bandages. He's leaner and a bit craggier than his buddy, not much of that jock bulk. Of course he also looks pretty frazzled and pale, considering. Still, you're actually a little impressed that he's already on his feet, maybe the gunshot wasn't that bad.\n\n"There's a zombie out there in the hall, man!" you answer, trying to dig your feet against the floor.\n\n"... Zombie?" he repeats dully, as if he'd never heard the word before.\n\n"Well fuck, I don't know, maybe it's just some old fucker with his chest spread open and no heartbeat who wants to eat our brains, maybe he's just <i>sick</i>, I don't fucking know!" you shout back, then regret your volume as the slamming begins on the door with renewed vigor.\n\nWhether he believes you or not, the power of whatever's pounding on the door apparently gets through to the groggy cop, his eyes both widening and coming more into focus. "Geez. We've gotta get out of here."\n\n"Tell me something I don't fucking know! You gotta uncuff me from the door, man!"\n\n"Uncuff you...?" That seems to confuse him again, though he does start looking around, quickly spotting a bin with his bloodied uniform in it. He hurries over and starts rummaging around... you hope looking for his keys.\n\n"Long fucking story, I'll tell you as soon as we're not gonna get our heads eaten!"\n\nHe comes up with a keyring and one of the biggest damn revolvers you've ever seen. He walks over to you, limping some, just in time for the zombie's latest slam on the door to pop the lock and knock both you and the door backwards, the old man staggering forward with arms raised, letting out a wheezing moan that's still somehow scarier than any animal roar you've ever heard. The cop staggers back, and there's only a moment's hesitation as he processes what he's seeing before he fires. The first shot almost knocks <i>him</i> down, the bullet striking the zombie's exposed heart and making it explode. The thing doesn't slow down at all other than a shudder and twitch from the bullet's impact, and starts forward again until the cop's second bullet blows a barn door in his head. Both the zombie and the cop hit the ground, the cop scuttling back a bit, both of you staring at the barely-bleeding corpse.\n\n"Jesus," he wheezes, the whole whites of his eyes showing. "Jesus."\n\n"Uncuff me, man," you rasp, rattling the handcuff chain a bit.\n\nHe clambers painfully to his feet and shuffles over, eyeing the hallway. He hands you the keyring with a mutter of which one is the right key, then keeps his gun trained on the doorway while you unlock the cuffs yourself. Then you slam the door closed again and hold it closed while he gingerly pulls his tattered, bloodstained uniform and gun belt.\n\n"You wanna tell me why you were cuffed to the doorknob?" he asks as he replaces the bullets he fired in the gun's cylinder.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make something up.|YPZombieplaceholder]]\n\n[[Fess up.|YPZombie1x4]]

You swear loudly. If any of those guys are still alive, Jerome will need them to avoid a murder rap... especially if anything connects them back to him, now that they're dead. In a remarkable show of enlightened self interest, you hit the gas again and pull up to the side of the cops, hitting the doorlocks. "Get him in the back! I'll take you to the hospital in town!"\n\nThe uninjured cop, some big-jawed pretty boy jock type, quickly yanks open the back door and carefully bundles his buddy inside, trying to make him comfortable using some of the clothing you brought for the robbers. He throws himself into the passenger seat and shouts, "Move!" at you, and you floor it as you wheel the car around and roar back towards the town, and the hospital you passed on your way through. Luckily there's not a lot of traffic around here so you don't have to dodge many cars as you haul ass up to the ER, both of you scrambling out of the idling car and carrying the shot officer inside. Doctors and nurses rush over with a gurney and let you transfer him to it, then quickly wheel him away.\n\nYou start to turn towards the other cop, wondering if he's going to start gushing thanks or if you can sneak out while he's still worried about the other guy. Instead you're surprised by his fist slamming into your face, knocking you roughly to the floor. You grunt and try to curl in on yourself protectively as he aims a kick at your side. "You little shit! I saw those loose clothes in your back seat! You were there for those assholes, weren't you? Little shit, fuck you!"\n\nYou receive several more kicks for your trouble, before the cop cuffs you to a nearby bar on the wall. "I'll take your ass to a cell where you can fucking rot, as soon as he gets out of surgery," he snarls before stalking off. You're left there slumped on the floor, your arm held above your head, doubling-down on every unkind thought you ever had about the police. Several nurses wander by and look at you in concern, then glance towards where the cop who beat you is pacing near the doors to the operating room, wincing before moving on and ignoring you.\n\nEventually the shot cop is wheeled out of surgery and into an elevator, and the one that you've sarcastically mentally dubbed 'Officer Friendly' comes over to uncuff you and haul you roughly to your feet, forcing you up a set of stairs ahead of him. He follows the doctors into a room, cuffing you to the inside door handle once they've left so he can go over and settle at the bedside. You glower and sulk as he hovers there being all 'dude' and 'bro' and crying manfully, occasionally glancing towards the hallway as you hear more and more sounds of furious activity and shouting. At one point some actual soldiers run by, making you frown and glance over. "... Hey."\n\n"Shut the fuck up," Officer Friendly snarls.\n\n"Hey, there's something fucking going on out there," you snap back. "Go check if you don't believe me."\n\nScowling, he stands and gives you a passing smack in your already aching face as he goes. He glares down the hallway, then looks at you. "I don't know what's up, but you better not try to pull any shit," he growls, before stomping out into the hall and towards the stairs, leaving you still handcuffed to the door handle. Great.\n\nIt seems to be taking a really long time, too. You fiddle with the handcuffs, trying to find a release or something, but no luck. You didn't bring your gun with you, either... though you're not sure that shooting your way free would be such a smart idea, with both Officer Friendly and apparently the army or something around. You're pulled from such thoughts as the lights overhead flicker, then dim until they're almost out. Frowning, you look up at them, then do your best to lean out into the hall to look.\n\nYour eyes widen as you see something shambling towards you in the dim hallway. It looks like an elderly man who'd been prepped for surgery... no, was in the <i>middle</i> of surgery! His chest is actually still spread open, with some clamps dangling from various bits of his internal organs. You can see his friggin' <i>heart</i>, man... and it's <b>not beating</b>!\n\nFighting the urge to scream, you look around quickly. You could slam the door and lock it, that should stop... well, it's a fucking zombie! But aren't zombies like super tough or something? Shit! Maybe you could swing the door over and hide between it and the wall... of course, it would probably eat the other guy, or at least his brains or something, but...\n\n<hr>\n[[Lock the door.|YPZombie1x3]]\n\n[[Hide behind the door.|YPZombieplaceholder]]

"I'm really glad I came across you guys, actually," you say genially as Vera continues to cook. "Honestly I got really mixed up and I wasn't even sure where I was, running into you really saved me."\n\n"Hm? You weren't out in the woods on purpose?" Vera asks as she pokes at the bacon a bit more before forking it out and onto a plate, then laying some slices of bread in the grease sizzling in the pan. \n\n"No. Basically I was just hanging out in a library, minding my own business, then a lot happened. Before I know it I'm out here all by myself and not sure what to do," you admit, which is all mostly true.\n\nZara looks mildly suspicious, Vera sympathetic, and Drake is giving you a look that makes you a little more sure of your earlier supposition. But probably best not to bring it up in front of the others. "Sounds rough," Vera says, assembling a bacon sandwich and passing it to you.\n\n"Thank you," you say, for both the food and her comment, munching on the sandwich as she finishes it up. The four of you continue to chat, with your manner obviously putting them more and more at ease as time goes on, Zara even loosening up enough to laugh at a few of your jokes. You do your best to keep to the truth where you can, only eliminating anything specifically having to do with Earth or tweaking it just enough where necessary to fit for a background as a Tiefling.\n\nAs the conversation goes on, you definitely get the sense that all of them are growing to accept you, which makes your tail flick behind you in a pleased fashion. Especially once Vera says, "Well Cyan, why don't you take my tent for the night? The others of us will switch out as we do guard duty. In the morning you can come along with us until you find somewhere to stay, if you like."\n\n"Thank you, I'd really appreciate that," you answer, smiling but careful not to show your fangs... that could easily turn it threatening, after all. "You've been really kind to me."\n\n"Life's hard, shouldn't make it harder for others unless you have to," she answers reasonably, pointing at one of the simple, squarish tents. "Whenever you're ready."\n\nDeciding you're tired after a long day of being popped into another world, you get up and head over to the tent, pausing to bid everyone goodnight before bending down and crouching to go inside, vaguely aware of an odd sensation against your thighs as you do. Dismissing it as the motion of your loincloth, you turn and flop down on your back on the bedroll, which isn't actually that bad for practically being on the ground. Resting your bare hands on your stomach, you consider how things are going. Vera's essentially offered to let you adventure with them by not putting a definite location or time with which you'd depart with them, which is nice. Your new traveling companions are obviously fairly effective to judge by their gear... and very hot, you add mentally. Drake's got such a pretty face and such nice hands, they're probably feel good on you, Zara's got those huge barely-covered tits and those muscles, Vera's just all-over beautiful and powerful like a panther or-\n\nYou shift a little at a strange feeling of pressure and urgency from below, and look down. You stare some at the sight of your loincloth tented up quite a bit. ... Oh. That's what you felt brushing against your thighs. Well, the book did say that 'Halfs' were semi-common among Tieflings. You tug the flap of cloth away to reveal your, well, your cock. You have balls too, it seems, as pale white and smooth as the rest of you, the skin of your crotch coming up some to form a sort of vestigial sheath around the base of your shaft. The shaft seems largely human in shape though, albeit very smooth, the head rather slender and long without that much bulge around the base, and all of it's as black as ink. Tentatively, you wrap your hand around the base of it, covering less than half its length with your fingers, and suppress a moan at the shudder that runs through your body at the stimulation.\n\nStill, you're apparently very good at exactly controlling what sounds you make, you find as you begin stroking your new member. Your teeth work your lower lip, fangs pressing against your skin as you pump your fingers up and down the black shaft, just letting yourself breath in hard and out in a rush through your nose. 'No wonder guys love to do this,' you can't help but think as you start stroking faster, your hips undulating gently as you jerk yourself off for the first time. You bet it would feel even better to have Drake's lips and tongue wrapped around it, or Vera's hot wet pussy, or Zara's big toned butt slapping your hips as her asshole spread around you...\n\nWith such thoughts and with never having experienced this feeling before, it's not long before you're arching your back some as your cock trembles in your hand, spurting long, thick streamers of cum all over your equally white belly, milky spatters spreading out over porcelain skin. You sink back to the bedroll, trying to silently catch your breath, closing your eyes and turning your head as the pleasant little warm shivers race through your body in the aftermath. As the afterglow fades, you glance down at the mess you made of yourself, though a solution quickly comes to mind and you wave a hand, thinking a not-language phrase that immediately leaves you completely cleaned off. 'Anyone that doesn't take Prestidigitation is an idiot,' you think in satisfaction as you flip your loincloth back to nominally cover yourself before closing your eyes and settling into sleep.\n\nYou wake to the smell of more bacon... though you think it's actually more like pork belly, really... cooking, and crawl out of the tent to stand. The others are already up, and bid you pleasant enough good mornings, though Zara only grunts... though from what you learned of her personality last night, that's probably pleasant for her. "Anything I can do to help?" you ask.\n\n"There's a stream over there," Vera says with a point, before picking up a bucket and proffering it to you. "If you'd get us a pailful of water for drinking and putting out the fire when we're ready to go, that'd be a help."\n\nYou accept the bucket with the hand not holding your staff, then turn and head in the direction Vera pointed. Though a bit further from the others, Drake steps up and reaches a hand to lightly take hold of your arm. "Hey, could I talk to you?" he asks quietly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have him come along.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Put him off.|GGTief]]

You glance down at the corpse of the zombie on the floor. Today is too weird for cover stories. "I was supposed to meet up with those bank robbers so they could switch cars and clothes," you confess, seeing his head shoot up and then jerk as he winces from the sudden movement. No doubt he has a bad fucking headache. "Man, I'm just a fucking errand boy, nobody was supposed to get fucking shot. When I saw they'd shot a cop I drove you and your partner to the hospital, he figured it out from the clothes in the backseat."\n\n"He alright?" the cop asks as he clicks the cylinder back into place.\n\nYou snort and tilt your head to indicate the now vivid bruise on your jaw. "Whatta you think?"\n\nThe cop frowns, then nods as he walks over. "Well, right now we've got more pressing matters than whatever you were doing. Now I appreciate that you tried to save my life, twice in fact, and I'm sorry my partner got carried away. But for right now we need to work together. Think you can do that...?"\n\n"Yeah, man, yeah, ain't no fuckin' around with zombies."\n\nHe looks a bit blank at the use of the word again, then shakes his head. "I'm the Sheriff here. My name's Dick."\n\n"Funny, would've figured the other guy for a Dick," you mutter, then say aloud, "I'm Dan."\n\n"Alright, Dan." He holds his revolver at the ready. "Open the door, then, we're going to find my family."\n\nYou'd really rather be heading for, like, an army base or something, but telling the guy with the huge pistol that he shouldn't try to save his family just seems like a bad idea. The two of you make your way down the hallway and into the stairwell, where the lights actually go out on you completely. You have to stumble through the darkness until you get back to the hospital's ER area. Here there's a bit of dim light filtering in from the fading sun outside. It looks like the place has recently been evacuated... either that or there was a <i>big</i> tussle.\n\nAs the two of you make your way to the door, a nurse with half her face missing lurches out of an operating room, giving a gurgling hiss and grabbing at you with fingers that look like they've been almost gnawed clean of flesh. You yelp and throw yourself to the side, and Dick quickly puts a bullet in her head, dropping her to the ground. He grabs your shoulder and helps you up, though he winces again. You glance around and spot a bottle laying on the counter.\n\n"Pills here!"\n\nHe gives you a funny look as you pass the bottle over, but quickly reads the label before gulping down a few of them. Moving a bit better almost immediately, he leads the way out through the doors. It looks like most of the cars have gone from the parking lot, though a few that are crumpled and fender-bent are left in place. There are a couple of soldiers laying face-down on the ramp leading down to where your car is still parked, and Dick moves over. He starts to check their throats for a pulse, then winces and pulls his hands back when he notices that neither of them have throats anymore. He hurries down towards the car, while you stoop to snag one of the soldier's pistols from its holster.\n\nDick whirls around at the sound of two quick reports, his eyes widening at the sight of a lot more blood and splatter all over the sidewalk. "What the <i>fuck</i>!"\n\n"Dude, they were killed by zombies! You gotta shoot corpses in the head or they come the fuck back!" you shout back, yanking free a few more clips from the soldier's belt and shoving them in your pockets.\n\nDick scowls at you, but apparently doesn't feel up to arguing with you over shooting some corpses right now. Similarly, you don't feel up to arguing with his desire to drive, despite him being doped to the gills. All the same to you right now, frankly. He speeds down the streets, which are mostly deserted, though you see some people walking around... well, staggering might be a better word. He pulls right up onto the lawn in front of a house, both of you tearing up the steps as he bursts through the door.\n\n(TBC)

Honestly, you've kinda started to dig how you look. Why change it up for strangers? You can handle their reaction. Straightening up and simply doing your best to be clearly nonthreatening, you stride towards the campsite.\n\nOf course, fairly quickly they both hear and spot you, and the three scramble to their feet. Up close you can get a better look at them, especially as they spring into action, your eyes taking in all the little details. The redhead's hair is thick and wild, "untamed" you think is the word... probably since it would snap any brush someone tried to put through it, by the look of it. Her lightly-tanned body is highly toned, enough to give her somewhat broad shoulders, cut muscles, and a truly impressive six-pack, paler lines of various scars running across her body. And you can see most of them since she seems to be wearing nothing but a hide bikini top, loincloth, and fur-lined kneehigh boots, her firm ass briefly flashing at you as she whirls to grab the massive axe resting near her, its large head apparently made out of some sort of black stone (obsidian?) and the haft made out of a long, dark bone. \n\nThe other woman is olive-skinned and black-haired, the color shining and smooth and pulled back into a neat ponytail. She's wearing armor that looks to be a mixture of chainlink and leather pads over a fairly lithely-toned body, the chain links towards her midriff loose and in little uneven clinking ribbons, showing off the aquamarine stud piercing her bellybutton. Her pants are a similar design to the top, but with stretchy-looking cloth and leather instead of chainmail, her boots plain and with turned-down tops. The sword she snatches from the sheath at her hip is long and lean... a bastard sword, you're fairly certain... and immediately starts swirling with little puffs of flame and flashes of blue light that steam off of it. \n\nThe man is blonde, his hair a bit scruffy but his face clean-shaven. He looks slender and lean and a bit pretty, and seems to be just a little shorter than the leather-armored woman (and much moreso than the amazon, though everyone here is). That jacket really does look like a motorcycle jacket up close, including having a rather badass looking skull stamped into the front of it, a plain black shirt and supple leather pants, and soft-looking black boots completing his 'I'm clearly the party Rogue' ensemble, as does the rather plain dagger flashing in his hand.\n\n"It's some sort of demon!" the nearly-naked redhead roars, swinging her axe up as if to launch herself at you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Talk to them.|GGTief1x5]]\n\n[[Cast Charm Person.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Cast Dominate Person.|GGTief2x1]]\n\n[[Cast Time Stop.|GGTief]]

"Whoa, whoa, easy," you say in a soothing tone, raising your free hand and keeping it open. Even just that seems to have quite an effect, none of the adventurers moving forward, even the obviously eager-to-attack redhead, who nevertheless narrows her eyes at you. "Isn't it sort of bad form to be the first to attack someone who approaches you in the open, no weapons in hand?" You're pretty sure there are rules like that for these sort of settings. Some of them.\n\nThe amazon purses her lips a little, glaring at you, but the other two exchange a glance, looking a little uncertain. "True enough," the woman says slowly. "What are your intentions... stranger?"\n\n"Just to come by and say hello," you reply, continuing to do your best to sound calm and a bit soothing, but also injecting a bit of cheer into the words. "Just a solitary Tiefling with nowhere to go, really."\n\n"Tiefling?" The woman blinks, then slowly straightens up, her sword lowering even if it's still in her hand. "Ease up, Zara."\n\n"But-!" the redhead grunts, the axe twitching some in her hands.\n\n"She's not a demon, she was just born looking like that." The swordswoman turns her dark eyes to the amazon, and waits until she gives a near-growl and finally lowers her axe before looking back at you. "Alright then. If you swear by guest rite that you mean us no harm and have no ill intentions, you're welcome to share our fire."\n\n"I swear, I don't want to hurt you and I don't want to do anything to you," you reply with just the right amount of smile. Because that's absolutely true at the moment! (Hey, you never know what'll come up later.)\n\nShe nods, then sheaths her sword again. "I'm Vera. That's Zara. Drake," she adds, gesturing to the blonde, who's tucked his dagger away at some point.\n\n"Cyan," you answer, not having really come up with a 'character name' before you came over. 'Tigra'? Hm, that would have been a little iffy to get stuck with if you decided you didn't like it, so. You step forward, pausing and flicking your tail as Zara twitches. "Easy, I honestly don't mean any harm," you assure the big woman. "I'm just a bit lost and looking for somewhere to go."\n\nWhile Zara looks like she has a few suggestions, she nevertheless settles back to the stone she was sitting on and rests her axe against a nearby tree. Vera curses quietly as she looks back down at the pan and squats down, quickly snatching up a long thin fork and using it to flip the meat. "Hm. Should be fine, as long as you like crispy bacon."\n\n"Thank you, that's very kind," you say warmly as you settle onto a log nearby. They do all seem to be gradually relaxing... apparently your desire to put them at ease is coming through in your manner and working quite well. (You kind of wonder just how high your Charisma stat is. Must be in the mid or high twenties at least.) Which begs the question, how do you want to handle talking to them?\n\n<hr>\n[[Concentrate on putting them at ease and gaining their trust.|GGTief1x6]]\n\n[[Charm the pants off of them.|GGTief3x1]]\n\n[[Charm the pants off of them (literally).|GGTief]]

Looking around, you spot Jaina standing up against a wall... not necessarily being antisocial but obviously not really interested in mingling, sipping from a tankard as she just watches the rest of the revelers. Exactly what you want suddenly becomes clear, and you start smiling broadly as you get up and walk... steadily, but finding it a much more interesting experience than usual... over to her, slipping into her personal space, not quite pressing yourself up against her but close to it. "Hi there," you purr, looking into her mismatched eyes.\n\nIt's actually amazingly flattering to watch her blush at your approach, the rather stoic warrior shifting a little in place. "Hello, Cyan. Enjoying yourself?" she asks, keeping her voice even.\n\n"Mhm. I kinda want you to enjoy me too, though," you continue, sliding your hands into the side of her coat to run them gently up and down the sides of her bare midriff, grinning even more as her blush darkens. "If that's okay? I can leave you alone if you want."\n\n"I... it's not that I want you to leave me alone, just... I wonder if you might be happier with someone else," she says, glancing aside almost as if looking for a way out, though she does nothing to draw away from or dissuade your touch, even as you slide your hands around to touch her own toned stomach muscles. "Miriya is right there, I'm sure she'd be-"\n\nYou silence her by leaning in and planting a little kiss just to the side of her mouth, then a few more against her chin and jaw. "I don't want Miriya, I want you," you murmur softly. "You saved me, you taught me, you looked after me, you're beautiful and I want you to take me upstairs, Jaina." You duck your head a little and kiss the front of her throat, an absolute thrill running through you as she shivers. "Please?"\n\nJaina lets out a shuddery breath, then nods and sets down her tankard, snagging one of your hands and giving it a squeeze as she turns and without another word heads for the stairs. You follow her along happily enough, not feeling a single reservation... this just feels like the most perfect thing to do, right now. You follow Jaina up the stairs and into a room with an open door, and she turns to close said door and twist the lock before she's suddenly on you, her gloved hands coming up to the sides of your head and pulling you into a kiss you can only call 'hungry'. You moan eagerly into her mouth as her tongue thrusts into your own, stroking against your tongue as if trying to dominate it. Still kissing you, she moves her hands to yank off her gloves and shrug out of her coat, then reaches around you to grab your ass, making you give a pleased squeak against her lips. But after only a moment she gives you a light push onto the bed and spends only a moment toeing out of her boots before she's on you again, this time kissing your cheeks, your neck, your throat, even as she's pulling down the front of your top to bare your full breasts.\n\n"Jaina," you moan happily as she moves to sucking and licking at one of your nipples, her hand working your other breast with a manner you can only call 'gentle roughness' with how she's so firm and yet so careful not to maul you. You may not have a ton of experience, but you're guessing she does... the fact that she's got you practically on the edge of cumming after just a few minutes of playing with your tits says this is probably not her first time with a woman. As you give a soft cry and arch your back, your body trembling as she brings you over the edge by a slow, firm bite on your stiff nipple, you decide to thank yourself for being so stupid as to take that shortcut that night.\n\nThen Jaina's sliding further down, her fingers snagging the waistband of your pants and hauling them down and off, taking a moment to slip your shoes off as well. Then she snags your thighs and hauls you closer to the edge of the bed, making you give a yelp and then a shocked giggle that turns into a moan as she rests your thighs on her shoulders and goes to work on your pussy. "Ohhhh fuck, Jaina," you groan, resting both hands on her head, feeling that soft, pretty black hair under your fingers. Definitely, definitely not her first time, you can only assume as she brings you off again within the first handful of licks, your hips unable to help bucking towards her face as she strokes your folds and teases your clit, working into a rhythm that has you trembling and riding the steady pulse of her pleasuring you to a much longer, slower buildup and a much better orgasm.\n\nYou actually lose a little track of how long she's down there and how much she's made you cum, until you finally slump shivering and sweaty onto the bed, panting, your sweat-glistening breasts heaving. Jaina, still wearing her top and pants, stands up and looks down at you. There's something hot in her eyes, something dark and intense and almost dangerous that ignites your fire all over again, even as she clearly tries to draw herself together and turns. "I think I should probably go..."\n\n"Jainaaaa," you whine, quickly sitting up and leaning forward, snagging her by the belt. "No, c'mon, I want to do you too, c'mon, come back."\n\n"Cyan, wait, this really isn't a good idea," Jaina pleads, but doesn't seem to quite have the will to actually say 'no' even as you pull her back towards you and undo her belt.\n\n"Don't be a dummy, it's the best idea-" you start as you undo her pants and yank them open... and something almost smacks you in the face. "-ever?" You stare a bit at what's now pointing directly at your face. It's a cock. Really, you must have been pretty drunk not to notice the bulge before you freed it... it's not exactly small, in fact it's quite big, long and thick and, if you had any doubt who it belonged to, olive-skinned. You continue to stare even as the pants drop to the floor, leaving Jaina standing there bottomless, the heavy, smooth ballsack attached below the base of the shaft hanging down in full view, with absolutely no chance that the whole thing might just be a particularly realistic toy strapped to her.\n\n"A... few years ago, a succubus captured me and... forced some of her corruption into me," Jaina says, her voice sounding a little strained... partly with pain and embarrassment, you think, but as if she's also struggling. "I eventually defeated her and returned to the church to be purified, but... this alteration to my body was permanent."\n\n'I wanna suck it,' you find yourself thinking, then blink yourself back from the drunken thought and glance up at her as she continues her explanation.\n\n"It's not as if it's got any infernal taint left," she assures you, shifting in place a bit more. "But it is... unnatural, so... that's why I think I should go..."\n\n<hr>\n[["You probably should."|GGMonk]]\n\n[["Get out, freak!"|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Aumf.|GGMonk1x18]]

"I'm on my way somewhere, actually, sorry," you answer, already turning to walk on. You've got no real time to indulge the neighborhood Muffy just because she feels like having someone to chat with over coffee.\n\n"Ohhhhh gosh," Tricia says from behind you, with overdramatic concern. "Geez, that's too bad, guess instead I'll have to tell everyone about your parents' kinky sex parties."\n\nYou jerk to a halt in place before you can realize that probably sort of gives the game away. You just stand there for a second, considering your options, before finally turning around and just scowling at her.\n\nTricia smiles brightly back in response. "I mean I've even been to them myself! Which if I ever wanted to throw Harold under the bus would be just great, right? 'Oh, he dragged me to perverted sex parties and got off on me being pressured into being with strange men in masks!'" she half-whimpers half-coos, closing her eyes and tilting her head, then grinning again as she opens her eyes and looks at you. "I mean, it'd probably be pretty stupid to out <i>everyone</i> there, but if it's just your parents everyone else would likely just breathe a sigh of relief and start shunning them to save their own reputations. But hey, kinky sex parties aren't illegal so they wouldn't get in <i>too</i> bad trouble, right? I mean, it's not like they had one with you there!" Then she widens her eyes and covers her pretty red lips with her fingertips. "Oh! Oh gosh, that's right, you <i>were</i> there at the last one, though, weren't you! I even have pictures of you running away from the house looking all upset! Oh man, that wouldn't be good, that wouldn't be good at <i>all</i>, I mean some prosecution thirsty DA sees that and-"\n\n"Shut up," you snarl, practically trembling with fear and rage, feeling a stinging in your eyes as you clench your fists. Then you slump your shoulders. "... Fine. Let's go inside."\n\n"Cool, thought that might change your mind," Tricia chirps, beckoning you up the walk again, with you grudgingly preceding her this time. Once the two of you are seated at the kitchen table and she's sipping at her coffee, you wait for her to start, while she clearly enjoys making you wait, to judge by her smile. When she does speak, it's not exactly what you were expecting. "Do you know why I married Harold?"\n\nThat makes you blink a little, before sighing. "C'mon, what does that have to do with-" You pause as her eyes narrow, hesitating briefly before instead saying, "No clue, why? The nice house and car?"\n\n"I mean those helped, but nah, nah! 'Cause it was pervy, of course," Tricia answers, all smiles and bright eyes again. At your dumbfounded expression, she giggles. "Marrying myself off to some dirty old man who could barely keep his eyes off my tits all through high school, his greedy wrinkly hands all over my body, his little blue pill'd dick slamming me in the asshole." She sighs longingly, closing her eyes briefly. "Oh yeah, that was the stuff. I mean, for awhile," she continues, shrugging, puffing out a soft sigh before she continues on. "See the problem with anything pervy I find is that once you've done it twenty or thirty times it stops seeming so pervy. Like, then it's just having fun, y'know? Like you go on your favorite roller coaster every week of the summer, it stops being scary and maybe it's still exciting but it's just... you know all this, y'know? Like that," she concludes with a bit of waving her hands around, finally propping her chin up on her hand. \n\n"So... you married him 'cause it got you off to do something lewd, but because you're married to him and banging him every night..." At Tricia's rather forelorn nod, you just stare at her, before suppressing a growl. "Okay so how do we get from that to you <i>blackmailing</i> me?"\n\n"Well see that's the thing, I went to your parents' parties for awhile until that got boring too, and I just started staying home and looking for new stuff on the net. Harold still goes sometimes, though, I don't mind that, especially since I haven't actually let him fuck me in a year and a half." She flashes you a smirk, then sighs. "But see, I need something new. All my old stuff just doesn't thrill me anymore. I didn't think much of it when I saw you running off the other night, other than figuring you must have found out about the sex parties, but then I thought... what's one way to put a fresh coat of wax on all that old stuff you used to love?" She beams as she clasps her hands and tilts her head. "It's to experience the old stuff with someone new who's never done it before."\n\nYou pale a little. "Wait, you mean-"\n\n"Yup! From now on, Cyan, you're my slave. You're going to do what I say and be my good little subby as I relive all my greatest hits. I mean honestly just thinking about it gets me really excited! Because this is even better than just introducing someone new to it all, this is <i>forcing</i> someone new into it all, it gives it some really fun zest and zing!" She wiggles her hands excitedly, then giggles. "I mean, don't worry, like I said I eventually get bored of stuff, right? I'll probably run you through all this stuff in like half a year, year at the most, and we can go our separate ways. Or, y'know, I can completely destroy your family. Up to you, really," she declares as if it were fine with her either way, closing her eyes as she takes a sip of her coffee.\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGParent]]

The embarrassment over your own naivete and the revelation of your parents' little... parties... is basically just way too much for you to deal with. You hurry back to the window and open it, taking a quick glance around to check for anyone. No incoming arrivals, just the usual lights on from the usual houses around the street. You unroll the rope ladder agan and climb out, hauling your window closed before climbing down. The ladder might be visible for awhile, but you doubt it'll get commented on as long as you take it in ASAP when you get home. You hurry off down the sidewalk after only another quick check for any masked guests before heading down the sidewalk, rubbing your blushing face with both hands. Holy crap this is embarrassing and ridiculous.\n\nYou arrive at Leslie's and inform her that you will, in fact, be spending the night and not just alibi'd as such, and try not to twitch when she says it's fine since her mother went to a party anyway. She does pressure you trying to find out just what you were doing that you needed her as an alibi in the first place and why you wound up not doing whatever it is, but you brush her off and tell her it was just a stupid plan which wound up not working out and you're too embarrassed to talk about it... all of which is true enough that she apparently gets the idea and lays off. The next morning you return home to find everything completely normal again, your parents cheerful and normal and oh lord just try not to blurt out 'I KNOW ABOUT YOUR SEX PARTIES!' Cyan just be normal. You head up to your room to take in the uncommented-on rope ladder, and that is that. Everything settles back to normal, or at least the semblence of it, though really after a few days you do sort of settle back into normalcy as well as you ever do. You can't think about your parents' weird side hobbies <i>all</i> the time when there are raids to do.\n\nOne day in the last month of summer vacation you're on your way to the mall when you hear a front door open and close off to the side, and hear a call of "Cyan!" You blink a little at the mostly unfamiliar voice, but since it's not a super common name you figure they must mean you and turn to look. Walking down her front walk is Tricia Greenblat... ah, the infamous Tricia. It was quite the scandal three years ago when she married the twelfth grade history teacher like three days after graduation. But she was eighteen and nobody had any proof they'd been fooling around when she was a student or a minor so no one could really do anything, other than be a bit nasty with talking about them behind their back. Your parents have always been fairly nice to them, if with a faint air of 'Wow can you really believe they did that shit?', but she and her husband get included in most of the neighborhood stuff without incident. She was head cheerleader in her day and still totally looks like someone that used to be head cheerleader, with large breasts, perfect blonde hair, albeit with forest green eyes instead of the more stereotypical blue ones. She's also taken to dressing in a mix of 'vibrant young housewife' and 'hipster', with a simple white top, tight black shorts, and an oversized green flannel shirt... you'd guess it's in an attempt to make herself look more mature, and you guess it kinda works, for some value of that.\n\n<img src="images/Tricia.jpg">\n\n"Cyan, I'm glad I caught you!" she says, grinning.\n\n"S'up, Mrs. Greenblat?"\n\n"Heh, that just sounds so weird, I'm only five years older than you. Tricia's fine, you know?"\n\nYou shrug a little. "Okay, s'up, Tricia?"\n\n"Well basically, I wanted to talk to you about something. You wanna come in for awhile? I just made coffee, or I've got soda and stuff if you'd rather," she says, gesturing to the house behind her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Huh. Okay.|GGParent17x1]]\n\n[[Nah, pass.|GGParent16x2]]

Hey, what's a summer without some adventure? You're old enough to walk the streets of the "dangerous" areas of Deviville without supervision. Y'know, in broad daylight. In public areas. ... Yeah, adventure!\n\nThere is a bit of a 'gap' of about a mile between any real amount of buildings and the area where you're headed, leaving you walking on the sidewalk along a mostly deserted street without many buildings around. 'Is this the country?' you ask yourself, holding out a hand towards a passing butterfly, as various city noises are still vaguely audible from behind you.\n\nIn the midst of your memetic musing, a van drives by... or, well, starts to, only to slow down to a crawl, letting you catch up as a tan-skinned woman with rather luxurious hair leans out of the window. "Hey! Hi! Where ya goin'?"\n\nThat's a bit odd, but since she seems normal enough you shrug. "Just kind of walking around, looking for something to do."\n\n"Oh, going over towards Montrose...?"\n\nYou do think that's a street in the area ahead so you give a nod. "Yeah, something like that."\n\n"Well hey, it's getting hot out here, and we're headed that way, why don't you hop in and we'll give you a ride?" she offers. "Especially if you're looking for something to do, I know a ton of cool places to go around here that you're not gonna find on any trip app, y'know?"\n\nYou glance aside at her. Is... is a stranger offering you a ride? In an unmarked van? Wow, it's like directly out of an after school special. ... On the other hand it's not like you're a kid anymore. Besides, it's another girl, right? What are the chances she's some sort of pervert or kidnapper? \n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the ride.|GGBad1x1]]\n\n[[Pass.|GGBad4x1]]

Maybe it's time to give the puzzle another crack. You log back into your Spaceportal Online account, your little military-but-not uniformed character appearing where you last logged them out, in some sand outside one of the vaguely Egyptian structures. You take a few minutes to make sure all your abilities and items are still in place and that nothing's been reset or removed by any of the latest content updates, then head over to the entrance. You use up an N-level Ankh to open the door, then venture on inside.\n\n"Hello darkness my old friend," you mutter as you look at the array of gleaming black metal figures. Seven rows of seven, and all of them have roughly 200 poses they can be arranged in. And it's not even the same selection of poses for every one. There are a handful of people that have tried brute-forcing the combinations, but they also seem to reset and change their available positions every so often when an incorrect one is put in place.\n\nYou drum your fingers on the desktop as you stare at the infuriating puzzle. It really seems like there's no way to figure it out other than trial and error. But it seems like it's also programmed specifically to deter that. There has to be some other way to figure it out, some sort of clue. After a few minutes, in desperation, you turn your attention to the room containing it. Everyone's done more in-depth analysis of the wall murals than an archaeological expedition and a Lost forum combined, and determined them to be pretty much useless. Same for the stuff on the ceiling, with its long lines of gold and the big round downward-pointed golden dome.\n\n... Huh. Maybe it's not about what the murals and the decorations mean, but about what they make it look like... a temple. You click several of the figures and skim through their available poses, noting that despite the variations, each one does seem to have a 'Kneeling' option. You go through the list, selecting each one to kneel, constantly expecting the temple to 'reset' and boot you out with the usual flash effect, but it never comes. You pause though as you're about to click 'kneel' on the twenty-fifth figure. ... Wait. Wait you feel like you're about to miss something again. You scroll the camera up, then realize it. Further down in its list of poses is one with its face turned upwards and hands stretched out, and you select that one before moving on to the rest and having them kneel.\n\nWhen you select the figure, you hold your breath as text pops up on the screen reading 'Please wait'. You continue to wait, until suddenly your screen goes white with black text on it.\n\n<center><b>CONGRATULATIONS</b>\nYou have won the game.\nPlease wait.</center>\n\n... What? You've... won the MMO? Can you... can you do that? You stare as a little chibi female in army fatigues appears below the text and starts jumping up and down in celebration. You click around the screen, but nothing reacts. Frowning, you Alt-Tab... and the interface refuses to come up. You try an increasingly annoyed array of commands to try and exit from the screen, eventually resorting to holding the power button on your computer in an attempt at a hard reset. Even <i>that</i> doesn't work. You're just leaning forward towards the power strip when you feel a strange, somehow pleasant tingling sensation all over your body, then a sudden rushing motion that just as abruptly turns into a full stop. You yelp as the combination of sensations, being leaned forward, and suddenly being without your computer chair sends you toppling forward, luckily missing your desk since it's not there anymore either. You wind up semi-sprawled on a smooth blue glassy surface, your thong-clad ass jutting up in the air.\n\n"Well that's unfortunate," says a dry, female voice with a British accent. \n\nYou quickly push yourself up on all fours and stare at the sight in front of you. Four people in uniforms are present... one dark-haired woman with a ponytail, looking at you in some mixture of amusement and apology, and three men, two flanking her and one standing behind some sort of controls. The one behind the controls has quickly looked away, while the two behind the woman look like they're trying to simultaneously watch you while not actually looking at you.\n\n"... Uh." You clamber to your feet, holding one hand in front of your crotch since the thong covers less than you'd like in front of other people, and raising the other to point a finger. "First, very important question... what the <i>fuck</i>?"\n\nBefore she can answer, a set of doors nearby slide open, and a shorter, somewhat mousier woman in fatigues and wearing glasses strolls in. "Colonel did you OH hey!" She does a sort of half-twirl and turns to face a slightly different direction. "Well, that's... unfortunate."\n\n"Yes, I was just saying that." The woman with the accent glances at the new arrival, then looks back at you. "We'll explain in a moment, Cyan, but first. Airmen. Boxers or briefs?"\n\n"Briefs," the one to her right says.\n\n"Boxers," the one on the left says.\n\n"... Boxer-briefs," the one behind the controls says with an air of resignation, then sighs as the Colonel snaps her fingers and points at him.\n\nA few minutes later you're sitting in some sort of conference room wearing a heavily rolled-up and belt-cinched pair of standard issue fatigue pants, staring out of the slightly glowing window at the curve of the Earth spinning below. "So you're telling me you guys seriously Last Starfightered an MMO?"\n\n"Well. Yes, kind of," the woman in glasses, whose name is apparently Doctor Carol Lee, says in a sheepish tone. "But it wasn't exactly your combat ability we were after, though you did score very well on the parts of the game designed to test your reactions and decision-making under stress. We'd been able to map out a general indicator of positions of the statues in the real-life version of that puzzle that wouldn't work, but couldn't find one that did anything, even though we knew there must be something. But from the energy patterns we've observed in other tests, after trying your configuration in the simulator we're almost certain it will also work on the real alien puzzle. That's why we need you to come with us to test it."\n\n"Carol I must protest," Colonel Loxley interrupts with a scowl, her pretty, somewhat severe face going thin-lipped. "When I agreed to this foolish idea, it was with the understanding we'd likely be having to put up with taking along a pudgy thirty-something mythology major, not a sixteen-year-old high school girl."\n\n"I'll be seventeen in a few months," you interject, spreading your hands and tilting your head in a 'just saying' gesture when the Colonel turns her glower on you.\n\n"You want me to take an actual child on a mission just because she solved a puzzle?" Loxley huffs at Lee, shaking her head.\n\n"It wasn't just that puzzle, it was the fifty-seven other puzzles that came before it," Doctor Lee points out, leaning forward a bit as if excited. "And she solved the preliminary puzzles to get to the final temple faster than any other player in the game, until she got hung up on the final one. In fact she solved some of the equivalent of the real-life puzzles faster than I did. That, combined with her high scores in the other areas of the game, indicates she should be capable of accompanying us, at least for this mission, and helping us solve the question of the Final Worldpath."\n\nLoxley stares at her for a moment, then turns her gaze on you. "Well, young lady. It's true that the issue of the Final Worldpath is a somewhat pressing one. I'm under a lot of pressure... both political and practical... to deliver at least some answers regarding it. So I suppose in the end it is up to you. There will be many dangers, and this is no video game... you will not get an extra life." She pauses at Doctor Lee clears her throat and glances over at her, scowling. "That's only been five times, hush." Looking back at you, she continues, "But it may also help to protect our world from those that would bring us to ruin. Will you help?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|GGSG1x1]]\n\n[[No.|GGSG]]

Well, whatever, tourist trap or not you're not interested. You press on deeper into the forest, leaving the sign behind. You wanted to get away from civilization, and that definitely includes... whatever that was.\n\nSeveral hours later you're starting to really regret your decision. It's gotten pretty dark, you haven't found a single hospitable-looking spot to try and settle down (and what were you really going to do out here anyway?!), and you're starting to feel really alone and vulnerable. The trees seem to be pressing in closer around you, and as the sky grows darker it feels like their branches are closing in, blotting out what little light might have gotten through, as if they were trying to surround you. Every little rustle in the bushes or underbrush makes you twitch and sends a little shiver of fright down your spine.\n\nWhich is nothing compared to what you feel when you hear a distinctly wolflike howl in the distance. You actually feel your knees lock briefly as you fight not to either lose control of your bladder or faint. There are seriously wolves out here? Hahahaha maybe it's just a coyote! ... Wait is that even any better? You wince at another howl. Is that closer? It sort of seems like it's closer. Swallowing hard, you take a quick look around. Should you just... [[keep looking for shelter|RunForest]]? Or maybe it would be better to [[climb a tree|RunForest]]? Or... or...\n\nWait... is that a [[path|RunNinjaStart]] in the trees? Just barely, it looks like... it's less like an area is packed down and more like not as much grass or anything is growing. It's very faint, but it could lead somewhere safe! ... If you aren't just making something out of nothing.

Curious to see what this place looks like with the lights on and if you can actually get any of the old stuff working, you reach out and flick the master switch, yelping a little as there's a spark, but almost immediately the flourescent lights sputter to life, restoring a semblance of life to the place. You wheel around though as two sounds come to your attention... the sort of stretched, distorded wind-up of music trilling up as if it were coming from a needle hitting a record that hadn't entirely spun up, and Tanya giving a shriek of shock. Your eyes widen as the cartoon glove hands on cables attached to the chair Tanya was standing next to grab her, lifting her bodily up into the air and thumping her down into the seat, four of them holding her wrists and ankles to keep her pinned even as she struggles.\n\n"Wilma, help!" Tanya cries, even as she's half drowned out by the music, which you recognize as the voice of the Bunzy animatronic obviously mimicking the style of Elvis (or closer to a bad Elvis impersonator).\n\n♪ Welllllllllllll hold on bitch you may think you're fine!\nBut if you want Bunzy's pole, just get in line!\nGonna show you how to be all mine!\nWe're gonna take you from zero outta ten to sixty-niiiiiiiiine! ♫\n\nYou're still left staring in shock as others of the hands move in, Tanya going stiff with fear as several of them brandish still gleamingly sharp scissors and proceed to cut off her little top and snug shorts, others yanking her shoes and socks off, quickly leaving her naked there on the chair. Then they go to work, Tanya coughing as they begin misting copious amounts of hairspray onto her shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair before starting to tease it into a poofy, thick 'do. She yelps loudly as a pair of robot toon gloves swing around a pair of large syringes filled with something green and jab the needles into her tits, which swell and grow as the plungers of the syringes are pushed, her pert C-cups turning into big, stiff, fake-looking globes. Another set of hands jab other needles into the sides of her asscheeks, her ass similarly expanding outward, though from the way it's pillowing against the seat of the chair it's considerably more yielding than her new tits. Tanya can't even yelp as a smaller set of needles are jabbed into her lips and inject them, turning them almost ridiculously puffy and full, as if they'd been done by an extremely overenthusiastic collagen specialist. Having altered her body, the hands continue to work her over, caking her with enough base that her skin looks almost like a doll's before starting to apply heavy rouge and bright purple eyeliner, smearing practically glowing crimson lipstick across her swollen lips as enormous fake eyelashes are clipped on over her own.\n\n"Wilma, help! Help, you've gotta stop it!" she calls, obviously trying to be heard over the whirring of the robot hands and the wail of the coarse mockery of bebop blaring from the speakers.\n\n<hr>\n[[Cut the power!|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[... keep watching...|WilmaFun2x3]]

You almost jerk into motion, you're not sure where, just in response to Tanya's call... then go still, staring with a deep morbid fascination, wondering just what will happen to her next.\n\n"Wilma?! Wilma, you have to do something!" Tanya cries again, obviously not actually able to see you from the chair. Several of the arms stretch all the way over to the clothing area, and come back holding several items... what you can only call a micro-poodle skirt, a midriff-baring pink cardigan, and a pair of fuck-me heels in a glaring pink usually reserved for Cadillacs gifted to women who have sold massive amounts of makeup. You can see some of the arms spraying something on the waistband of the skirt and the inside of the heels... from the slightly pungeunt smell, you'd guess some sort of adhesive. Somehow you don't think the skirt or the shoes will be coming off again as the hands slip them onto Tanya's body, fastening the skirt tight enough to cinch her waist a bit smaller, the cardigan fitting over her bolted-on looking breasts in such a way that it looks like one of those old cone-underwire bras. "Agh, no, it's so tackyyyyy!" Tanya wails, apparently concerned about that even in her current state, wriggling and thrashing in her bondage. A pair of hands holding a strand of obviously plastic pearls moves towards her head, tries several times to adjust to her motions, then stops still and waits for another pair to smush her rouge-smeared cheeks and hold her still until the pearls can be dropped over her head to settle around her neck, another pair following suite with a bright pink headband that you catch a glint of something metallic on the inside before it's pressed over Tanya's newly poofy hair. You notice that the makeup's not even slightly smeared when the hands swing away... well, come to think of it, it does look more like paint than anything else.\n\n"Finally! Let me up you-!" Tanya snaps, apparently thinking her forced makeover is over, only to blink in surprise as a pair of metal bars swing out quickly from the back of the headrest to point forward on either side of it with a loud snap of metal-on-metal. "Huh?" she asks, right before electricity starts arcing from the poles and playing over the sides of her overpermed head. Her eyes roll up and her tongue juts out, her whole body spasming, twitching and jerking involuntarily as the current is passed through the metal-lined headband and into her brain. You jump a little yourself at the initial shock of it... then actually find a hand wandering down towards your crotch, rubbing your pussy through your jeans, especially once you notice the girlcum gushing from Tanya's exposed pussy all over her concealer-coated thighs.\n\nIt's really only a handful of seconds before the electricity ceases, the metal bars snapping back to behind the headrest a moment later. Tanya slumps in the chair, eyes still rolled and tongue lolled out past her fat blowup-doll lips, smoke rising out of her ears and carrying the faint scent of cooked meat. Then she blinks and sits up... and giggles.\n\n"Like! Oh wow! I feel soooo much better!" \n\nShe practically hops to her feet, her ass jiggling more than her tits as she giggles again. Standing, the micro-poodle skirt still doesn't quite cover her pussy, and leaves a generous amount of the underside curve of her enlarged ass bare. She trots over towards a nearby three-way mirror and does a few poses and twirls in front of it. "I'm so hip! I can't believe how square I was, but now I'm a totally bodeacious babe!"\n\n"T-Tanya?" you squeak as she turns and flounces her way towards you. You look at her eyes, noticing that there doesn't seem to really be anyone at home. They're bright, and open, and beneath those giant eyelashes and the whore-level eyeshadow there's just not much to indicate thought or intelligence.\n\n"You're looking kind of square yourself, Wilma! Just 'cause you got glasses doesn't mean you can't go to the hop!" she says with another giggle, reaching out to take your upper arm, and gesturing with her other newly long-nailed hand towards the chair. "Let's make you a bodeacious Bunzy girl!"\n\n<hr>\n[[What? No!!|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[... yeah okay...|WilmaFun]]

"I wanna see exactly what this place is like," you note, heading towards the suggestive signage on the beauty salon. "If nothing else, I find the thought process behind putting a makeover place in a theme park as mystifying as anything else we usually encounter."\n\n"Got that right," Tanya snorts as she follows after you.\n\nThe front doors of the salon are almost opaque with dust, but you're a little surprised at how easily it swings open when you pull on it, despite the groan of rusty hinges. "Huh, unlocked," you note, somewhat unnecessarily as you both walk inside and start shining your flashlights around. \n\nThe building itself is largely round, the building a partial dome, giving you the slight feeling of being inside a tacky, fifties-themed egg. There's a counter near the door littered with with displays that were apparently just left out and then probably knocked around by a raccoon or stray cat at some point, singles of souvenir makeup scattered across the dusty linoleum surface. There are a handful of beautician chairs, and you watch as Tanya walks over to one and gives a slight 'huh'. "Hey, check these out!" She lifts up something that looks like a thick, sectioned metal cable with a white cartoon-style glove on the end. "They're attached to the back of the chair."\n\n"Probably their gimmick, the hands probably just wiggled and waved around for a 'toon town' feel," you note, continuing further into the building. You open what looks like the door to a utility closet, and have to bite back a scream that winds up coming out as a strangled yelp at the sight of something inhuman and strange looming above you.\n\n"Wilma?!" Tanya calls worriedly.\n\n"No, it's fine," you answer with a glance over your shoulder at her, then turning your scowl towards the Bunzy animatronic. Your flashlight casts deep shadows over his smiling cartoon face with its faded, worn fabric covering and large plastic eyeballs, somehow turning that cheeky rebel smile molded onto his motor-activated mouth into something more like a sinister leer befitting the innuendo of the large fiberglass version outside. "They left their mascot in the closet. Can't say I blame them, I wouldn't want to look at this thing while I was packing up either."\n\n"Doesn't even look like they did a lot of that," Tanya notes as she directs her flashlight towards the opposite end of the building, the light reflecting dully off of dusty chrome circular racks. "They left a ton of clothes just hanging here. I guess when they decided to shut this place down they basically just walked off and left everything."\n\n"So odd," you murmur mostly to yourself, glancing back at Bunzy, then looking aside slightly as you notice something out of the corner of your eye. Oh hey, the breaker box. You notice that there's a light on... this place still has working electrical hookups? You guess part of their minimal preparation to leave was just to shut off the main switches to the buildings.\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn the power back on.|WilmaFun2x2]]\n\n[[Check out the makeup.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Check out the clothes.|WilmaFun]]

After a brief consideration, you decide that you can't afford to hoard things for the future... right now the future is so tumultuous that if you get into that mindset you'll never get out of it. No, you have to deal with the problem right in front of you for now, and that problem has an obvious solution that you need to take. "I do have an Appearance Change Potion," you say slowly. "And I'll give it to you. But no offense, considering how valuable it is right now, how can we be sure you won't just take it and run off?"\n\nHer face clouds over briefly, before she huffs. "No, deary, I suppose that's a fair question. Alright, how about this... you give me the potion and I'll give you..." She states a figure in gold that you try not to let make your eyes bulge. That's pretty hefty even for max level players, for someone like you, twenty levels below the cap, and in this situation, it would be a godsend. You can hear Arachne making quiet strangled noises beside you. "It's almost everything that I have, so if I try to ditch you or don't hold up my end of the deal, you'll still have been more than compensated for the potion. Otherwise, you give it back when we're done. I will set the group loot so that you and your friend get everything though. Sound fair?"\n\n"Yeah, that's more than fair," you agree, nodding.\n\n"Alright. The bank, then?"\n\nAlong the way, Sabine actually has you and Arachne join the party she's formed with the others, giving you a better look at their stats and names. (The Guardian is Thule, the enchanter is Justinian, and the druid is Lord Harrdkok. You guess that changes in bodies isn't the only unfortunate thing people have to deal with in this situation.) Sabine also explains what she's been able to learn from others who have gone out, either in Devle or via her friends list. "Call out attack names or just try to use them instead of trying to use the interface. Apparently the less you think about trying to fight, use skills, and do whatever you could do in the game, the better you'll be able to do it now. Just try to do it without thinking about how you're doing it or all the little details... if you were good at it in the game you'll be good at it here."\n\nHm. Which kind of makes sense, and you certainly wish you'd picked up on it before being fucked to death by wolves... when you weren't thinking about riding the horse you could do it fine. Soon all of you enter the Devle bank, with you and Sabine going to separate counters to access your vaults... via the HUD, rather than actually getting shown to some cool Harry Potter style vault in the depths of the bank, which you can't help but find a little disappointing. You withdraw the Appearance Change potion and some of your backup weapons, then turn to Sabine, both of you opening a trade window. Again it's a little disappointing that the items pass directly from each other's inventories... but then you suppose that amount of gold would be quite the space-consuming pile. (You'd probably take it out later anyway just to look at it and maybe try to Scrooge McDuck in it if you were keeping it. Alas.) You watch as Sabine grins and takes the bottle from her inventory, then downs it. You, Arachne, and Sabine's friends all jump back a bit in shock as she drops the bottle and hunches in on herself, crying out... well, not too loudly, it sounds like she's in a bit of pain but not as much as you'd expect. Her body is completely covered by white light, which fades and-\n\nWell. You're not entirely sure what you were expecting... maybe some portly middle-aged guy (which is kind of what Lord Harrdkok looks like now anyway) if Sabine changed to look like their real-life self, or maybe some super-handsome muscular guy. Instead, Sabine straightens up looking like... Sabine. Well, there are a few differences... she's taller than you now by over an inch, and it looks like her boobs might actually be a bit bigger. She gives her hair another sexy toss with her hand and declares, in a <i>very</i> sweet and lyrical voice, "Ah! That's <i>much</i> better!"\n\n"O... kay." You exchange a glance with Arachne, before looking back to Sabine and admitting, "Not what I was expecting."\n\n"Hm-hm-hm-hm~, well, picking a voice option is part of character generation, no? I decided to see if I could do a few other things a bit beyond what character generation allows too, and it looks like that all worked. After all, one of the only things I didn't like about being in my avatar's body was still having my old voice, darling. Well, that and lacking a certain thing I always role-played having," she adds in that sweet coo, giving her hips a good shake... enough to flap the front of her skirt up and briefly display the fairly hefty bulge in the front of her pretty white panties.\n\n"Ohmigawd," Arachne murmurs, covering her blushing face with both hands while you try to suppress your own blush and clear your throat.\n\n"R-right, understandable. Plus, y'know, interesting to know about the Appearance Change Potion. So, um, are we ready to go?"\n\n"My armor seems to have adjusted automatically, so yes, I think we're all good. Boys?" Sabine glances at the trio behind her, who all make noises of assent, before looking back at the two of you. "Alright, how do you want to do this?"\n\n"Ah... I figured you already had a plan," you admit. \n\n"Hm, well if it's to get your condition cleared, the easiest, fastest way to do it would be to just head to the low-level mob area. Assuming the respawn rate is still high we should be able to clear however many monsters you need in about an hour, two tops, even with everyone adjusting to being on this side of the screen. You won't get much in the way of drops, though... probably a lot of silver coins and vendor trash. Or we can head to a slightly higher-level area... not too much, we don't want to take unreasonable risks considering what happened to you, dearies," she adds, actually managing to do it without sounding condescending, which you appreciate. "We'll probably provoke an area boss, and between that and the better leveled monsters, you should net a nice little profit by the end of the day, besides either clearing or almost clearing your condition... if you don't clear it today, we'll finish up tomorrow. The third option is... mmm..." She cups her chin.\n\n"What? What is it?" you ask, frowning.\n\nSabine looks over at Justinian, who reaches up to adjust his glasses a bit. "Early this morning, I thought I'd check with some of the local People of the Land who are normally questgivers. Some of them weren't there, or didn't have anything to say, but one did... Old Man Yanoshi."\n\n"Are you kidding?" you mutter, eyeing him.\n\n"Who's Old Man Yanoshi?" Arachne asks with a frown.\n\nYou sigh. "That's right, we never got around to doing that one, though I told you about it once. Old Man Yanoshi is the only questgiver people routinely come to Devle from somewhere else for. He gives the quest 'The Cleansing of Darkdevil Manor'. It's a level <i>fifty</i> quest," you note, glancing at the others with a bit of a frown.\n\n"We're all well above level fifty, though," Thule says with a bit of a sneer.\n\n"And we're actually <i>in</i> the game for the first time," Sabine chastises him before you can. "Running Darkdevil Manor as our first trial run is a huge risk... there's a lot of monsters that use status effects, at least one monster rush even if we don't provoke any others, and the boss can be a challenge even at level sixty if you don't know their habit and timing."\n\n"Which we don't know if it will be the same now," Arachne points out. "Time doesn't seem to work like it did before?"\n\n"And there's probably not any 'fire' to warn us of the areas of an incoming attack," you add in, folding your arms. "Darkdevil Manor is a gigantic risk."\n\n"It is. But the monsters drop a lot of gold at any level, they also tend to give rare drops for equipment and crafting materials, and the experience points gained from it are nothing to laugh at even for a level eighty character. Assuming we still gain experience, which I'm guessing we do since we still have levels," Justinian says, adjusting his glasses again.\n\n"We'll hold to the agreement and you can have all the gold and drops, but we'll buy anything you can't or don't want to use off of you for the vendor value," Sabine speaks up. "We'll still be getting something out of it, after all... it looks like some titles, not just the ones you got stuck with, confer bonuses now, and 'Purifier of Darkdevil Manor' is one of them... Justinian and I have it, but Thule and Hardy don't. It's a good one, worth having."\n\nYou consider. You have that title, but obviously can't switch it out until Dire Wolf's Bitch is cleansed. And Arachne doesn't have it, so besides the rest getting her something that would help in the times ahead would be good. However it sounds like all of you are risking a party wipe by going in there... and considering what happened the last time, who knows what it would do? At best you have the feeling your counter for 'Fucktoy for Monsters' would get reset, at worst... who knows? Still they're right, doing Darkdevil Manor with a full party but only splitting the rewards two ways would make you and Arachne the in-game equivalent of wealthy in one go, besides all the other benefits... maybe not quite as wealthy as Sabine apparently is, but close to. There are the other options to consider too... the medium-rank monsters would put some gold in your pockets with only the risk of facing down an Area Boss... albeit probably one like the wolf that fucked you to death. The trash mobs would basically just be to clear this stupid condition as quickly as possible. So you have every option from "cheap instant gratification" to "high risk, high reward", what's it going to be?\n\n<hr>\n[[Cheap instant gratification.|GGET]]\n\n[[The middle road.|GGET]]\n\n[[High risk, high reward.|GGET]]

"Maybe if I get something cool I'll give the other ones a try, yeah?" you say, handing over the dollar, then digging in your pocket for change.\n\n"Tax is already figured in, no worries," she replies, ringing up the sale. "Go ahead and pick whichever you like!"\n\nYou suppose you could sort through the bags feeling for which was heavier or jingled more, but it feels like it would be way too rude to do that after buying what's probably the cheapest thing in the store. So instead you simply snag one of the small bags at random and give the counter girl another polite nod before wandering out into the mall. You stop at a nearby bench and take a seat, before ripping the top of the bag free of its staple and emptying it into one hand. With a little jingle, a key with attached remote fob comes tumbling out into your hand. Huh, looks like one of those car keys with the little chips on it that let the car actually start up, though this one is hexagon-shaped and a dark bronze color. The top of the key is shaped like an Autobot symbol, and the fob with the usual three buttons is bright red with orange and yellow flames on it. \n\n"O... kay," you murmur, holding it up. This just looks like some fanboy's car keys? Maybe that's exactly what it is, and someone lost these while rummaging in a store bin, and they eventually found them and sold them. Well that's... great. Still, it was only a dollar, and maybe you can pry the Autobot insignia thing off the top and put it on your house key or something. When you get home, though. Your failure to get something stupendously awesome for a buck has damped your enthusiasm a little, and you decide to head home, getting up and wandering to the mall's nearest exit.\n\nAs you pass through the rows of cars, you pause, ceasing to jingle the keys and looking at them instead, specifically eyeing the fob. ... No waaaay. Even if these are someone's actual keys they lost, they would have had to have gotten a spare set and driven it away by now, or the mall would have towed it, or something. Still, more out of whimsy than anything else, you press the 'Lock' button a few times.\n\n<i>Bwee-bii-bwee-boop!</i>\n\nYou blink, half at the fact that there was an actual response, and half because that's the oddest 'the car's locked' security noise you've ever heard. Don't most modern cars just honk the horn? Still, it sounded fairly close, so you wander in the direction the sound came from. It's not exactly hard to spot it when you get close... it's an extremely bright red supercar of some sort, low-slung and angular, with a prominent yellow spoiler, canopy style top, multiple exhausts along each side, and the hood painted in a, you guessed it, orange and yellow flame pattern with an Autobot symbol in the middle. This is not the car of any average fanboy, this is some hit-the-mega-jackpot ultranerd's car. You stare at it for a moment more, then hit the 'Unlock' button on the fob. The top of the car swings open, revealing a rather overdesigned double-seat interior that does in fact look like someone wanted to cross 'luxury car' and 'fighter jet'.\n\n"Unreal," you murmur to yourself, staring... then doing a quick glance around. ... You can't. Surely you can't. But, well... is it really stealing a car if you bought the keys to it? True you've only had a couple of driving lessons, but... you could probably drive it home. At least there you could tell your parents, and, well, if nothing else you can say you were moving it so it didn't get towed until you can find the real owner. If nothing else, you at least want to sit in it... it's cheesy, and at the same time it's a really awesome car, so after a bit more hedging you relent and climb over the side of it and into the driver's seat. Almost the moment your butt is settled, the canopy swings closed around you. ... Okay you hope you can find the release for that before the interior starts heating up. (Oddly it's a pleasant temperature inside. Must be the heavy blue tint of the windows.) So if you're going to drive it or not, you at least need AC for a few moments, so you find the key slot on the dash and slide the key into it.\n\nThere's an odd noise, like an overdone powering-up sound effect, as lights immediately begin coming up, including showing a prominent HUD display on the windshield. "Bad <i>ass</i>," you can't help but murmur, glancing around. "Okay, I have to take this at least around the parking lot."\n\n"Actually," an amused-sounding male voice says, a bar of lights in the center of the dash flashing along with it. "Why don't I drive?"\n\nWith that the motor revs, and the car suddenly pulls out of the parking space, tires giving a light screech as it makes a hard turn to avoid and pull ahead of someone that had been driving along the row. You yelp as a set of racecar-style restraints snaps out of the seat and fastens itself around you, tugging you back against the leather chair as the car does another fast turn out of the parking lot, narrowly whizzing between two other cars to hit the pavement and doing a diagonal across all three lanes of the street to make a hard U-turn at speed. "Oh God I'm in one of Elon Musk's death traps!" you shriek.\n\n"Now that's just hurtful," the male voice from the dash responds, lights blinking again. "Among other things I'm powered by something way more efficient than electricity. Well, theoretically, there's always a supply problem."\n\n"What th-... you mean <i>energon</i>?" You pause in tugging at your crash restraints to stare at the console. "No. No way. You are not an actual Transformer."\n\n"No, clearly I'm the <i>other</i> kind of sentient self-driving car," the voice responds with an electronic snort. "Do I sound like either William Daniels or Val Kilmer, though?"\n\n"Transformers are just in cartoons and movies, you can't be real!" you splutter.\n\n"Oh? And why would you think that?" the car asks in a knowing tone.\n\n"Because they're... in cartoons and... movies," you answer, trailing off as the implication sinks in.\n\n"Amazing what you can do by establishing some relationships with a few toy companies, huh? We're robots in disguise, that doesn't mean just turning into cars and jets, we occasionally use the rest of the espionage bundle too, like misinformation."\n\n"I... ... okay, in the absence of any other explanation for this, okay. So two questions, who are you and <i>why are you kidnapping me</i>?!" you demand.\n\n"My name's Hot Rod, and I'm not kidnapping you, Cyan. It is Cyan, right? Sorry, I took a second to look up your picture from the local ISD student registry."\n\n"Hot Rod?" You make a face. "Shouldn't you have a French accent then?"\n\nThere's a rather long silence from the car, before the sound of a gusty sigh plays over the speakers, the dash lights flickering. "You know, I never thought I'd miss the days when most kids associated me with getting Optimus Prime killed, but here we are."\n\n"... Sorry?" you offer, since you have to admit you've never heard a car sound depressed before.\n\n"Nevermind. Anyway, that key you found was something I've been looking for for a long time. It has a lot of vital information embedded on it... I gave it to a human friend of mine, but the Decepticons were closing in on him and he had to ditch it. Then it got lost. I could find the general area where it was, but couldn't exactly get inside the mall to look for it myself, even if it wouldn't have been like searching for an energon shard in a glowweed stack. Luckily it seems like you've found it."\n\n"And this explains why you're heading for the interstate why?" you ask with another glance out the side window. \n\n"Because the Decepticons want this information too. Badly. It's got an energy signature that can be tracked... it's likely a Decepticon was already on their way to surveil the mall, like me hoping some human might bring the key out. Unfortunately that signature leaves faint traces on whoever's in contact with it for long enough... that's why, for your safety, it's best if you come with me to our remote base. You'll be safe there."\n\n"I'd kinda like a say in this!" you blurt out, frowning. "It's still kidnapping even if it's well-intentioned!"\n\nThere's silence again from the car, before Hot Rod replies, "Yeah, you're right. It has to be your choice. Look, if you want to take that risk, I'll drop you off at your home. Maybe the Decepticons won't bother looking for such faint traces of the signature if they can detect the real thing moving away. Or you can come with me, and I promise we'll keep you safe. Your choice, Cyan," he adds, pulling over to the side of the road, the already smooth engine settling to an idle. "You know what I think is best for you, but I'm not going to force you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with Hot Rod.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Go home.|GGMCE]]

You are just a bit of a gacha addict, after all, the idea of something random and mysterious sort of appeals to you. Plus grab bags are usually cheaper... sure, they're usually cheaper because they're the crap that doesn't sell, but eh. You head up towards the counter, exchanging a polite nod with the redhead as she comes back into view, then look at the small table set up beside it littered with different sizes of brown paper bag labeled with permanent marker.\n\nIt looks like there are several different sizes available, in different prices. There are some small ones, basically small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, that are a dollar. The ones more the standard size of a lunch bag are five dollars, and then there are large grocery bag sized ones that are twenty.\n\n"So, can you give me at least a general idea what's in them, or...?" you ask the redhead.\n\n"Sure! The small ones are just little things we've accumulated over the years, that we've had sitting around for awhile. You know, it gets tucked into corners, people never notice it, it gets forgotten about until we find it and put it in a bag," she says sheepishly. "The larger ones contain costume accessories that fell out of bags or people just didn't want, and the big ones contain full costumes that just haven't sold in awhile. ... I probably shouldn't have been quite that honest," she admits with a sheepish giggle, rubbing the back of her head.\n\n"Nah, I appreciate it," you reply with a grin. You pull out your wallet and open it up... by chance, you just so happen to have one twenty, one five, and one single on you. So, let's hand her the...\n\n<hr>\n[[Twenty.|GGMCE9x1]]\n\n[[Five.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Single.|GGMCE2x2]]

"It's probably best to find a group," you finally conclude as you claim a side of the bed and flop down, scooting to lay on your side, your back to Arachne to give her the most minor illusion of privacy. "100 monsters, even weak ones, could take us forever on our own."\n\n"You're probably right." Arachne sighs, and you can feel the mattress shift as she turns over and flops down to sleep as well. "But <i>you</i> do the talking, if I try to explain that title I'll just die of embarrassment."\n\nThe next morning, you pull an apple out of your inventory and crunch it, musing that at least some things are familiar. Sitting at the small table the room comes with, Arachne forks up a mouthful of eggs... and almost spits them out. "Ugh! It doesn't taste like anything! It's like... like unflavored noodles but blander!"\n\n"Yikes. Everything?" You blink at her, getting up and walking over to look at the plate of bacon and eggs.\n\n"The bacon too! How can bacon taste like nothing, that's like against the law!" Arachne flops with her head on her folded arms, obviously morose.\n\n"This apple tastes fine," you announce, lifting the fruit a bit. "Try an ingredient item, see if that's better."\n\nArachne looks up at you and blinks, then pops an orange out of her inventory and spends a moment peeling it. Popping a slice into her mouth, she looks relieved. "That's better. Actually, it tastes pretty good." She frowns down at the plate. "So what's wrong with the actual food dishes?"\n\n"Dunno. We'll have to figure it out later, for now let's head outside and see if anyone's looking for a group."\n\nRearmed and rearmored after yesterday's fiasco, the two of you trot outside and spend a little while looking around Devle. Things seem a lot calmer today... most of the adventurers seem to have accepted what's going on, somewhat, and while some seem depressed and moping, others are at least moving around talking. You spot three sets of them standing near enough to exits to combat zones that it looks like they're probably considering going out, which means they'd probably be receptive to more party members. Of course, the first just so happens to be the group with that [[big-boobed Alv|GGET4x2]] that was laughing at you yesterday (the one you're pretty sure was a guy, before)... they had a lot of amusement at your expense, and still might if you approach again, but at a glance it looks like she's a Sorcerer, and the group also has a Guardian, an Enchanter, and a Druid. That means they've got practically everything they need except tough-DPS and fast-DPS, which you and Arachne fit perfectly. It'd probably just be really embarrassing to approach them.\n\nHunched near one of the gates in some shade is a rather more [[disheveled-looking group|GGETPlaceholder]]... somehow they manage to look disreputable, honestly. Made up mostly of beastmen, the types with animal ears and tails, the group looks to be melee-heavy, but that's just the sort that could chew through a bunch of monsters fast, considering that's what you need. You're not really sure you like the look of them, but then you remind yourself that until yesterday the "look" they had were just icons on a screen, it's not their fault they actually wound up looking like that after the transition.\n\nFinally, there's what looks like a group made up mostly of [[young teens|GGETPlaceholder]]... younger than you were before you turned tall and toned, anyway, looking in the range of thirteen and fourteen. There's three or four of them, and all of them have a sort of nervous, uneasy look that says they get what's going on even less than most of the displaced people around here do. You're almost inclined to suggest partying up with them just so that you can watch out for them, as much as anything else.

Wait. Isn't the answer literally right in front of you? Martial artist, so he can defend himself, has a good job and his own place already... his mother already kind-of sort-of approved of you. It's obvious! You leap down to your feet, breasts bobbling as you reach out to snag one of his hands. "Doc! You've gotta marry me!"\n\n"W-wha?!" he squeaks, glasses threatening to fog up a bit.\n\n"I need a guy, and you're the perfect one!"\n\n"I... but... I...!" he continues to stammer, obviously taken aback.\n\nOkay, you need to figure out something that will tip him over the edge. Quick, what could you say to convince him?!\n\n<hr>\n[[You need him to protect you.|FRanX]]\n\n[[You need him to care for you.|FRanX]]\n\n[[It's a way to get to Kasumi!|FRanX]]

You glance at Arachne, who's giving you a pleading expression, then sigh and shake your head. Looking back at the Alv, you answer, "Just after the... world shift or whatever you wanna call it, I had to hurry out because Arachne here was caught in a combat zone alone. We wound up... well, the monsters raped us. When we died, part of our Death Penalty was those titles." You glance down at the ground, grimacing. "We have to defeat 100 monsters if we want to get rid of it."\n\n"I see." The Alv purses her lips, apparently thinking that over. Though the Druid guffaws a bit, she smacks him on the shoulder to shut him up, the others mercifully silent. Finally, she asks, "What level are you?"\n\n"I'm seventy. She's sixty-five," you add, tilting your head towards Arachne.\n\n"Hm, you're a little under our level, but not too bad. Still, it sounds like we'd be helping you out a lot more than you'd be helping us... we can manage just fine as we are, after all, or pick up any DPS we want." She cups her delicate chin, giving a dramatic 'hmmmm'. "Still, that's pretty tough for you. My name's Sabine, dear, and there <i>is</i> something I'm looking for... if you can trade us that, we'll even set the group dynamic so that you get most of the loot."\n\n"What's that?" you ask curiously.\n\n"An Appearance Change Potion," she replies. Sabine narrows her green eyes at you. "If you can provide me an Appearance Change Potion, you can join our party for as long as you want."\n\nYou probably should have known. An Appearance Change Potion basically kicked you back to Character Generation for everything but your name. You could change anything you wanted... even your gender. Obviously someone who had gotten stuck in a character that was the wrong gender would want one to make themselves look more like their real self. You just so happen to have one safely tucked away in your bank, having kept it mostly with the intent of auctioning it off someday if you ever needed a quick influx of gold.\n\nExcept, speaking of which... that time could easily be right now. Enough people are going to be stuck in bodies they hate that they'd be willing to pay almost anything for one of those potions... not just money, favors, help. Since they were only given out once and it was mostly a fluke that you got one in the first place, they're going to be extremely rare and there probably won't be any more once the current supply is gone. It almost seems a waste to trade one just for the right to join a PUG. \n\n<hr>\n[[Trade Sabine the potion.|GGET4x4]]\n\n[[Deny the offer.|GGETPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to get more out of Sabine for the potion.|GGETPlaceholder]]

You start laughing quietly to yourself as you pull up the menus and fabricate an ancient-looking book and some black paint and a brush. You've got a little work to do before you look up some locations and gather people together...\n\nSoon, Akane, Shampoo, and Ukyo are all standing around staring at the petrified Ranma in horror. (Though you notice that they can't quite help stealing glances downward at his impressively-sized stone hardon either.) The statue now has an elaborate, evil-looking black mark on its chest, though you're mildly worried that one of the girls will notice that the paint's barely dry. Luckily they seem to be too worried to think too hard about it.\n\n"Poor Ran-chan," Ukyo murmurs, covering her mouth with one hand.\n\n"Who do this?!" Shampoo demands angrily, stomping her foot.\n\n"I don't know, I found him like this," you lie, having practiced this for a bit before going to round up the girls. Still, it's a bit difficult not to laugh or something, especially as you contemplate where your schpiel is going. "But luckily I was able to look that mark up in my book of ancient magic, here. It's the Fukitus Curse... petrifying magic."\n\n"Is there anything we can do?" Akane asks pleadingly, looking back and forth between you and the statue. "Is there any way to break the curse?"\n\n"Well." You feel your lips twitch a little despite your best efforts at keeping a solemn expression, and hide it by looking down at the book as you open it again, trying not to reveal that it's actually a reskinned D&D GM's guide. "There is one way to break the Fukitus Curse. If the man who is cursed truly loves a woman and desires her with all his heart, then if she works herself to orgasm on his member, the curse will be broken."\n\nAll three of the girls' eyes widen and jaws drop as you hit that with them, their cheeks blazing red. Actually raising the book up in front of your face now to hide your grin, you continue. "Oh, there's a risk, though. If he actually hates the girl, she'll turn to stone instead."\n\n"That's... that's..." Ukyo stammers, turning to stare at the statue.\n\n"That's the most perverted curse I ever heard of!" Akane explodes, stomping a foot on the floor even harder than Shampoo, the wood floor actually making a faint cracking noise. "Who came up with something like that?!"\n\nNot trusting your voice, you just shrug, still hiding your face behind the book as you struggle not to break down completely in laughter.\n\n"But... husband no <i>hate</i> any of us... right?" Shampoo says a bit uncertainly as she looks at the statue. Then both she and Ukyo glance at Akane.\n\n"What are you looking at <b>me</b> for?!" the short-haired girl demands, glowering back at them.\n\n"You're right, you're right," Ukyo says placatingly, holding up her hands. "Ran-chan doesn't hate any of us. I'm sure we're all safe. We'll just have to... do this, I guess." She lets out a sigh, then glances at you, cheeks turning red again. "Um, sugar, you think maybe you could... step outside?"\n\n"Can't." Having managed to regain your composure, you lower the book, luckily having thought up an explanation for this possibility. "This says the Fukitus Curse requires a male observer to the proceedings, or breaking it won't work. I've gotta be here and I've gotta watch." You do your best to look embarrassed and contrite, rather than snickering like you want to. "Sorry."\n\n"Well... don't that just figure!" Ukyo growls, throwing her hands in the air.\n\n"Shampoo will do it," the Chinese girl pipes up, starting to undo the wooden toggles of her pink silk top. "Shampoo sure husband really love her, even if he bad at showing it!"\n\nThe other two visibly bristle at that, then glance at each other and start to look uncertain. Apparently neither of them are that eager to fuck a statue, especially with the risk of turning to stone themselves lurking somewhere in the back of their minds. Shampoo parts her shirt and shimmies out of it, her large breasts wobbling and shaking with the motion. You try not to stare too obviously as she pushes down her pants and panties as well, sliding the pink silk over the full, round curve of her ass and her broad hips. Stepping out of her pants and her slippers at the same time, the Amazon trots over to the statue, apparently unworried by the risk and unashamed of her nudity.\n\n"You no worry, husband, Shampoo save you," the Chinese girl murmurs, gently stroking Ranma's stone cheek with one hand, and gently stroking his stone cock with the other.\n\n"I think it's about as hard as it's gonna get already," Ukyo says dryly, though both she and Akane are still blushing.\n\n"Well it do something for Shampoo!" she huffs back, the purple-haired girl tossing an annoyed glance Ukyo's way. Still, the Amazon tucks a hand between her legs to ready herself a bit more directly, teeth worrying her lower lip gently as she squirms in place. Then she turns to face away from the statue and bends over, shifting up a bit on the balls of her feet, her tits hanging down heavily and wobbling back and forth as she shimmies herself into position, keeping her hands on her knees for balance. She gives a little 'mmf' as the cold stone tip of Ranma's cock nudges up to her entrance, then gasps loudly as she pushes herself back on it. "Ah! Is cold!" she squeals, but doesn't stop, continuing to shimmy and wiggle backwards.\n\nEventually her round ass bumps up against Ranma's petrified hips. Shampoo pants for a moment, looking around at the other three of you with a red face, but then quickly begins working herself back and forth. In spite of the audience and the fact that her lover is made of solid granite, it appears that finally getting to fuck Ranma is having quite the effect on her. What starts out as little throaty gasps when she thrusts back start developing into full moans as her ass slaps against the unyielding rock of the statue's hips and belly. The motion makes her tits sway around beneath her more and more energetically, really starting to bounce as she works herself on the cold column of petrified prick penetrating her pussy. \n\nEventually the slap of her ass against the statue is almost as audible as her moans, and the statue actually wobbles just a bit, but doesn't seem to be in any danger of toppling at least. Shampoo's breathing, and thus her crying out grows faster and faster, until she thrusts back firmly and grinds herself against the statue in tiny circles, not able to move much with that completely unyielding stone shaft inside her. After a moment she slides forward and thumps to her knees and then her elbows, panting, Ranma's dark grey stone cock now glistening and dripping with a very visible layer of wetness. "It... it work?" the Chinese girl gasps out, looking over her shoulder.\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn Ranma back.|RanBraceplaceholder]]\n\n[[Turn Shampoo to stone.|RanBraceplaceholder]]\n\n[[Do nothing.|RanBraceplaceholder]]

Texture Mode did sound kind of interesting. You'll try out the most basic of functions with it you can think of... turning someone to stone. There is a "revert" option on here, after all... if you change your mind later you can always bring Ranma out of it. You select Ranma in the menu, then tap Texture Mode. A popup appears: <i>Subjects will enter Pose Mode once you select them for Texture Mode. They will obey all verbal commands until you either apply a texture, or tap the 'Release' command. Subject will not remember what happened during Pose Mode if reverted later.</i> Indeed, once you close the popup, Ranma unfreezes with a little bit of text appearing floating next to his head that reads 'Pose Mode'.\n\n"Huh?" Ranma looks back and forth, almost as if he were trying to find said floating text, albeit it clearly being invisible to him. "Did something just happen?"\n\n"Nah, nothing important," you answer with a grin. "Hey, Ranma..."\n\n<hr>\n"[[Strip.|RanBrace1x3]]"\n\n"[[Switch to girl form and strip.|RanBraceplaceholder]]"

"Strip," you command imperiously.\n\n"Uh, yeah, right man, like I'm really gonna WHOA!" Ranma's eyes widen as his body begins moving, apparently of its own volition, his hands going to his shirt and starting to undo the clasps. "Hey, what's happening?! What'd you do to me?!" he demands as he finishes undoing the shirt and shrugs out of it, baring his well-muscled chest and stomach.\n\n"Just relax, it'll all be over in a minute," you advise him in a calm tone, unable to help grinning a bit evilly at his obvious dismay at his body moving completely against his will.\n\n"What will?! What's going on?!" Ranma demands as his hands shove down his pants and boxers down to the floor so he can step out of them, his cock and balls swaying around loose as he stands up straight and kicks the discarded clothes aside.\n\n"Strike a nice pose now, you wanna look good."\n\n"Huh?" Ranma looks more confused than ever even as he flexes both arms, hands raised up in an arc over his head, feet slightly apart. Deciding that's a decent enough pose, you tap the 'Stone' texture you already had ready. Ranma glances down at himself, his eyes widening as he spots his feet turning grey. "Whoa! No, stop it! I don't wanna be a statue!" he protests even as the dark grey stone slides further and further up his legs, leaving them as smoothly-carved granite. But apparently your order to strike a pose keeps him from flailing around even as the petrification spreads across his flesh. His ballsack firms up, losing a great deal of detail but still bearing some carved wrinkles, and his shaft grows erect as if to make itself hard in both ways, jutting straight out in front of him as it becomes a smooth pillar of polished rock. Ranma's eyes stay wide as he stares down at his own literally rock hard cock and the stone spreading up his stomach and chest. It forces his neck straight up as it reaches there, making him look ahead again, but as it closes in around his face he's still left with that shocked/horrified expression despite his bodybuilder pose.\n\nYou let out a little breath as the petrification finishes. Phew. That was... interesting. The bracelet definitely works! You walk in a slow circle around Ranma's (literally) chiseled muscular form, poking lightly at the stone. It's cold, and the statue seems pretty solid and heavy... it doesn't even wobble as you give it a firmer testing shove.\n\nWell you've proven it works. You could move on to [[trying out different textures|RanBrace2x1]] on other characters. Although seeing Ranma like this has given you an idea for a rather perverted but utterly hilarious [[world-class prank|RanBrace1x4]].

The bracelet definitely sounds like an interesting idea. You tap that selection, and actually see as the band formed of two strips of gold and silver braided together appears around your wrist. The window shrinks and disappears, and you notice as Ranma unfreezes, rolling to the side and hopping to his feet. "Hey, Eric, what's up?" he says in greeting, rolling his head around and rubbing his shoulder. "What're we gonna do today?"\n\nYou don't answer aloud, instead thinking that the first thing you're going to do is try out this bracelet to see what it does. When you touch your fingers to it, Ranma freezes in place as a window opens up, displaying the options that you saw mentioned earlier... though a bit of poking around shows that there are qite a number of options as well. You can even choose the rate at which the changes happen, anywhere from instantly to up to two days. Interesting!\n\nYou glance at Ranma, standing there completely motionless, his pigtail actually held in midair when it should be dropping or swinging. (Though it always just sort of stuck out anyway in the show... cheap animators.) Obviously he should be the first one you try out the transformations on, if nothing else just to see if it works. But what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Alter male Ranma's body.|RanBraceplaceholder]]\n\n[[Alter female Ranma's body.|RanBraceplaceholder]]\n\n[[Use Texture Mode.|RanBrace1x2]]

Dropping your hands down, you squeeze her ass, making her moan into your mouth. Then you slide a hand forward, stroking it between her legs and then simply pushing a finger in when you find her already wet and ready. Not bothering with the foreplay tonight, you grab her thighs and lift her up. Amanda quickly wraps her arms and legs around you, sucking your tongue as you carry her across the room and press her up against the wall before pushing your cock up into her.\n\nYou fuck her up against the wall for a good long while, your tits pressing against hers, your tongues writhing together as you breath and moan past each other's lips. You pull out well before you're ready to cum and pull out of her, lowering her to the ground. Amanda moans in disappointment but puts her feet under herself, then gives a little squeal of glee as you turn her around and bend her forward, the blonde eagerly bracing both hands against the wall. You slide back into her and grip her slender waist as you start fucking her from behind, your sweet beloved moaning out.\n\n"Oh, it's so good, it's so big," she gasps between throaty groans of pleasure, her tits swaying underneath her. You lean down to squash your own breasts against her back and grab her firm globes, kneading them as you moan into her ear.\n\n"I love you, I love you, I love fucking you," you rasp into her ear, pinching her nipples until she squeals.\n\n"Oh, oh! I love you, I love your penis, I love how you do me!" she moans back.\n\nMaking a mental note that you're going to have to teach her some dirty words, you groan and straighten up so that you can pull out and spray your first load of the night all over her ass and back. She straightens up and turns around to kiss you again, and this time she takes the initiative, pushing you back towards the bed until you fall back onto it with her on top of you. The lithe little blonde slides down your body and starts giving your thick, stiff nipples the same treatment you gave hers last night, her soft, gentle little hands squeezing at your tits as she does. You rest your head back and moan, little cries catching in your throat as she takes to biting down on them. God, this little minx and her <i>teeth</i>!\n\nOnce she's finished driving you crazy by pleasuring your tits, Amanda rises up and moves herself into position, lowering herself onto your cock. She's still so tight and yet she takes you as if her pussy was absolutely made for your prick, and you moan as your hands come to rest on your hips. You squeeze at them as she begins riding you, all on her own, rising and falling on your pole, her hands resting on your forearms. You watch her sweat-glistening body in the moonlight as she rides you, her tits bouncing energetically, tossing her head like a mare in heat as she moans and cries out from fucking herself on you. Your own tits jiggle from the impact of your hips being driven against the bed and her ass slapping repeatedly against your thighs, and eventually she leans forward, hands covering your big globes and kneading her fingers into them as she cums again and again on your cock.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|ShemaleBarbarian3x23]]

And so it goes throughout the night, with you indeed teaching her some of those dirty words, whispering them in her ear and hearing her eagerly moan them back to you. At least this time you think to stop several times to let her clean up, so that this time when the sky begins to lighten, she's laying sprawled in bed mostly only soaked with sweat. When you try to tuck her in she just laughs and kicks the blankets off, apparently not caring if the maid sees. You grin at her and lean down for a kiss, both of you murmuring your endearments before you head back to your room naked again. Admittedly this time you may more strut than sneak, but no one sees you in any event.\n\nKarey looks smug again at breakfast, but this time Amanda just grins almost as wickedly back at her. You notice that the cousins' dazzling blue eyes are now much more alike than they were before, and you idly wonder just who it was that first fucked the noblewoman sitting at the head of the table until she begged for him to make her his bitch.\n\n"I've news," Karey says after she and her young cousin have exchanged about all the knowing glances possible. "You'll be able to leave today, in just a few hours' time in fact. That should put you in Valisgrad in no more than two weeks, since you're leaving before any rough weather is predicted."\n\n"Oh! Wonderful!" Amanda smiles brightly, putting her hands together. "Eirk, soon we'll be home! I can't wait to introduce you to my family!"\n\nAfter breakfast, while you're getting your weapons together, Amanda slips into your room. After a brief kiss (and her hands wandering down to squeeze your ass), she looks up at you. "Eirk, there will be a lot of soldiers on this trip, and almost no privacy. Do you think we should... well, do you think we should try to keep our hands off of each other, until we get to Valisgrad? As much as we can, anyway?" she murmurs with a wicked grin, sliding one hand around to cup your balls through the leather of your pants.\n\n<hr>\n[[Probably best to refrain.|ShemaleBarbarian24x1]]\n\n[[We'll manage.|ShemaleBarbarian3x24]]

You wake up feeling surprisingly rested and not nearly as sore as you thought you'd be. Well, it's a warrior's body and a breeding stud's body all rolled into one, after all, apparently a few hours is all it needs to mostly rejuvenate. Though you're somewhat embarrassed to stand up and find that your cock is practically glued to the sheets with dried cum. You hope Amanda was actually able to get out of bed on her own, in that case.\n\nThe bath is already drawn and still hot when you step into the bathroom, so the maid probably passed through and saw you butt naked and face down on the bed. Well, hope she enjoyed the view. You enjoy a good soak and thoroughly scrub both your skin and your hair this time since you haven't particularly, ahem, clouded the water. After getting out and drying off (and doing your best to actually brush your hair into some semblance of control), you head out into the room to find your new clothes. Apparently Karey ordered you gear more befitting an adventurer than a simple lad about town, which suits you just fine. The pants are soft, supple leather that's surprisingly easy to move in, and lace up the front... guess you won't have to worry about bursting any more buttons. You have to spend a few moment fiddling with the top to figure it out... it's one long piece of leather with a hole for your head. You realize that basically you just put it over your head and then lace it up under your arms. You notice it emphasizes your tits fairly well... guess the seamstress was impressed.\n\nYou pull on the matching boots and then go galumphing downstairs in them. Karey is at the dining table having breakfast, and Amanda's nowhere to be seen yet... not that you quite expected to. Karey glances up from her cup of what you figure is either coffee or some sort of dark tea and quirks an eyebrow. "Rest well last night?" she asks in a tone that says she knows exactly what you did last night.\n\nYou actually blush a little and decline to answer, instead just sitting down and starting to eat. Amanda joins you about halfway through, and you're impressed with her ability to look simultaneously exhausted, elated, and embarrassed.\n\n"In any event, I will continue preparations for your trip today," Karey says breezily, still grinning wickedly. Apparently she's glad that someone got a good thorough fucking, even if it wasn't her. "I'll give you both a bit of money so that you can visit the market and see to any personal needs you have."\n\n"Oh, you don't have to-"\n\n"No, don't be silly, child, you're family. It will be a long trip, after all, the two of you will need necessities. What about you, Eirk, won't you need anything?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Weapons.|ShemaleBarbarian3x21]]\n\n[[Comforts.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

"I had to leave my weapon behind when I fled the camp with Amanda," you answer, reaching up to scratch your chin a bit. "I think I'd better replace it before we leave."\n\nYou notice that Amanda's eyes sparkle approvingly, while Karey merely raises an eyebrow. "Do you think that's really necessary? After all, you'll be traveling with a number of the king's own guards for protection."\n\nYou shake your head. "You never know what could happen. Besides, those guards won't be around forever. I'm going to make sure I can protect Amanda, no matter what. No one's going to hurt her, and if they try, they'll see what sort of fury an amazon can bring to bear."\n\nWhen you leave the house, Amanda is practically plastered to your side, hugging your arm and beaming a smile that's brighter than the sun. She seems utterly oblivious to some of the shocked or angry looks some people are giving her along the way. At least you figure those looks are because the two of you look like a butch lesbian mercenary and her femme lesbian employer rather than anyone suspecting you're a shemale savage. In any event, you wander through the market until the sound of hammers striking metal tells you you're in the right vicinity.\n\nYou don't really know weapons from anything, so you have to suppress the urge to pick out something that just looks really badass. (Which is how you got into this situation in the first place, when you think about it.) Instead you trust your body's instincts to pick out what feels good, picking up weapons and letting your arms do what feels natural with them to the empty air. It clearly annoys or frightens some of the shopkeeps, but you need to know and it seems to delight Amanda, so that's two votes for and one against. Your body is clearly most comfortable with a spear, but you know you can't really carry one of those around all the time, so you buy one and have it delivered to Karey's home. The same goes for the shortbow and quiver of arrows that feels right. You settle on a shortsword and a back-sheathed dagger for carrying-around weaponry, strapping the swordbelt on.\n\n"My gallant protector," Amanda coos, leaning up to steal a kiss from you while the last shopkeeper is in the back fetching the maintenance kit you haggled him into giving you.\n\nThat night, you sneak back down the hall to Amanda's room. This time she throws off the covers and hurries across the room, already gloriously naked as she throws her arms around you and kisses you, this time seeming as if <i>she</i> wants to devour <i>you</i>.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's take it easy tonight, get some actual rest.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Psh. Rest when you're dead.|ShemaleBarbarian3x22]]

The two of you spend the next day lolling rather tiredly in the back of a wagon... you're usually not so exhausted even after a marathon session, but the tension of waiting and the exuberance of knowing Amanda doesn't intend to hide you from her parents got to you. Some of the guards that wander close do give you somewhat suspicious glances when they see the two of you leaned against each other and your heads slumped... but they at least don't seem to suspect anything more than they already did. (At least some rumors were inevitable, after all, it was just better not to do anything to feed them.)\n\nNow that the two of you have figured out a workable solution, you're able to approach fucking each night with a bit more ease and not wear yourselves out so completely. Cleanup does still take a bit longer without access to a bath or sink, since you're still being careful to pull out each time to avoid impregnating Amanda with your apparently potent breeding stock. You do think she's getting less and less satisfied with that state of events... you've noticed she clings to you harder whenever it seems like you're going to pull away, but write it off to reflex of still wanting to feel you filling her as she climaxes.\n\nEventually the defensive walls of the city come into view. You have to admit, they're impressive... the last place had wooden walls like a fort, but this is actual stonework. The gate swings open to admit the long line of carts, horses, and walking men, all of you breathing out sighs of relief as you start to be surrounded by the colorful, homey-looking buildings of the town. But almost the moment the gate has swung closed behind the last of the column, a horn begins blaring from the top of the wall in what's definitely not a welcoming sound.\n\n"That's the alert horn," Amanda says in a worried tone.\n\nFrowning, you grab your spear and leap down from the wagon, holding up a hand to Amanda as she starts to get down. "You go on to your parents' house. I'll see what's up. Hey, you, you," you say, pointing at some of the guards. "You stay with her and you don't leave until she's safely with her <i>own</i> security, understood?" Despite you not being their commanding officer, neither apparently wants to argue with a spear-wielding amazon who's taller than they are. You watch as the cart leaves, Amanda gazing at you worriedly from the back, then turn and trot over towards where the guard captain from the caravan is talking to a very similar-looking guy in different colors. "Hey, what's up?"\n\n"Looks like there's a pair of... spear amazons..." The local captain trails off as he stares at you, his eyes widening.\n\n"Just strolled up to the gate, Eirk," the guest captain says. His name is Mason and he's had two weeks to get used to you, after all, and the two of you have actually been rather friendly during the trip. "Claim they want to talk to someone. Negotiations."\n\n"Demand for surrender or tribute, more like," the local captain scoffs, though he's still eyeing you a bit suspiciously. "Don't like it."\n\n"This one's a defector from the spear amazon tribes, Olsen," Mason says. "Don't worry, she's a goody. Been taking care of your lord and lady's little lady like 'er own little sister." \n\nThat almost makes you snort, but you repress the urge. Still, maybe it's a thought for tonight in bed. 'Well, little sister, do you want big sister's big, throbbing co-'\n\n"Then maybe she ought to talk to them," Olsen says uncertainly. "She'd know how to handle it, right?" Both men turn to look at you expectantly.\n\nYou look back, a little blankly. You <i>don't</i> actually know much about the spear amazons... after all, you just got pushed into this body. Still, the more you think about there being other spear amazons outside, the more you feel that strange, feline presence that's always lurking around the edge of your thoughts pressing in around you. It's almost like it's rubbing against your side asking you to let it in, let it help. You think that you'd know what to do if you allowed it "inside"... but that would mean disappearing a bit more inside the Eirk persona, letting go of a little bit more of who you used to be. That does still scare you a little, you find.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just have the guards chase off the amazons.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Give in to the beast.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Give in, but remind yourself why you are.|ShemaleBarbarian3x27]]

You take a deep breath, then nod to the captains. "I'll go out and talk to them. Just clear everyone off the road, and then give me a few minutes before you open the gate, alright?"\n\nThey nod, and draw off, shouting orders to various men as they go. You move to stand in front of the gate, closing your eyes and trying to relax. Amanda. Amanda. You're doing this for Amanda. Even as you feel that strange, wild darkness press further in around your thoughts, you think you feel it responding to those thoughts. If anything the might and power in it seems to swell and grow as you keep Amanda's image firmly in your mind. As it closes in around you like your own skin, you realize this beast of a thing that is the wild woman you inhabit has fallen in love with her too.\n\nYou open your yellow eyes at the sound of the gate swinging open, stepping forward without hesitation. You walk through the parted gates, your boots striking the cobblestones firmly, your gaze focused on the two figures ahead. They're both as tattooed and pierced as you are, though they're almost as naked as you used to be... both of them wear leather loincloths that faintly outline the massive cocks between their legs. One, with reddish-brown hair, wears a skimpy leather top that looks like it would provide some mild support, while the other one with black hair with slight greyish streaks hasn't bothered, her pierced and tattooed nipples on display to the world. Both are leaning on their spears casually, as if they had all day, and you slam the butt of your own down to the ground as if planting a stake when you stop in front of them.\n\n"Well, well, ain't this a surprise," the one wearing a top says, exchanging a smirk with her companion.\n\n"Heard the Panther Tribe had one of its breeder-captains run off on it," the topless one says, standing up straighter. "Didn't think she'd gone off and got herself <i>civilized</i>. Look at you, wearing fine breeches like some sorta city man."\n\n"And yet I'll still beat your worthless bitch ass as if I were a breeder-captain of the Panthers," you say calmly, fixing her pale blue eyes with your yellow ones. "Funny world."\n\nShe stiffens at your challenge, straightening up fully, the smirk dropping off her lips. The other watches grimly, waiting to see if her companion will respond to your demand for respect with violence. Instead, she eventually averts her eyes just slightly, enough to let you shift your own gaze without weakness. "Fine then. What are you doing here? We've come to say that this is Wolf territory now."\n\n"These people are my tribe now. Valisgrad territory will stay Valisgrad territory, and it will stay so under my protection. If your tribe will not accept that, tell your Chieftan she may come and challenge me herself."\n\nThey both blanch at that, the brown-haired shemale snapping back, "Challenge?! Civilized livestock does not have the right of cha-"\n\n"I may wear pants, but if you think me civilized, you will suffer for it," you snarl, cutting her off. "I will show you my markings of age and rite that prove I <i>do</i> have the right of challenge, but you know full well if you question them and I prove it, you will bear the weight of the dishonor."\n\nThe black-haired one hisses a breath in through her teeth, eyes flashing. "I will not hear this from someone who has given up her strength to lay with city trash."\n\n<hr>\n[[Teach her a lesson.|ShemaleBarbarian3x28]]\n\n[[Teach her a final lesson.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

"Mmf, we'll figure something out," you murmur, sliding your hands around to give her butt a squeeze in return. "It's not like we'll be the first couple to need to figure out privacy on this sort of trip, right?"\n\n"Right," she answers with a giggle, continuing to massage your balls gently, then sliding up to grip the firm outline of your shaft through the leather. "But since we already have a little privacy right now~..."\n\nIt does take you a little while to get back to packing up, but the two of you manage to make the departure time without being too obviously rumpled. Karey bids you farewell, though you think you notice her looking a bit enviously at Amanda's slightly tousled hair. But soon the long train of soldiers and servants is making its way out of the city. Man, what a clatter... dozens of horse hooves hitting packed earth, even more peoples' various bits and pieces of metal accoutrements or armor clinking together. Even though you're soon out in the country, the sound and feeling of being in a crowd remains with you the entire time.\n\nThe first night you and Amanda sleep in the tent that's put up for you, snuggling close together but not quite daring to do more but grope, squeeze, and kiss thoroughly for a good long while before eventually settling in to sleep. Unfortunately all this really does is leave you both worked up and turned on the next day, practically from the moment you both wake up. So you're both particularly handsy throughout the rest of the day, Amanda sneaking a hand into your lap or over to your chest only to yank it back when a guard glances over, or you doing your best to slip a hand down so that she can sit on it, only to tug it free whenever a rider approaches the carriage closer.\n\nYou retire to the tent first that night, shucking your clothes and flopping out on the piled blankets that form the bed, your hard cock bouncing and thumping against your abs from the motion and tits giving a jiggle. You're starting to get used to that sort of thing. Amanda enters not too long after, almost desperately undoing the ties of her dress and letting it drop, abruptly leaving her standing there in nothing but snug sky-blue panties. She throws herself down atop you (making you *oof* quietly) and kisses you hard, rubbing her pussy against your powerful thigh through the soft material of her panties.\n\n"Eirk, I need you so badly," she whimpers as she breaks the kiss, pressing her face to your breasts.\n\n"I hadn't noticed," you can't help but quip, grinning and running your hands up and down her back.\n\n"But... I'll be loud," she admits with a blush, raising her head and biting her thumbnail, then adding in a bashful whisper, "You make me be loud."\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh well. Let them hear.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[We'll just have to muffle you, then.|ShemaleBarbarian3x25]]

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"... Fine." You did promise to do whatever he wanted... besides, maybe it will be a little empowering to tease the monster, knowing he can't get you. You stand up out of the chair and move over to the window, which does run from about your knees almost all the way to the ceiling.\n\nYou turn around and lean forward, putting your hands on your knees and letting your tits hang down as you lean back, asscheeks pressing flattish against the high-impact glass. You squeak a little as you feel the cold glass touch your pussy, unable to help wriggling your hips some in reaction, winding up working your ass and sex against the transparent surface.\n\nFelipe pounds a fist muffledly against the window, as if he were desperate to get in and at you. And you have to admit that's a bit exciting too, knowing something so deadly wants you so bad, for whatever reason. You blink a little as you see him move his pancho aside, revealing a large, black rubber cock jutting from the opening of his pants. He begins rubbing it against the glass, stroking it in the vicinity of your pussy, which must be showing off its pink to him as well as leaving light wet streaks on the surface.\n\nYou bite your lower lip, giving in to the urge to start grinding your ass against the window and make light bucking motions. You know you're basically taunting a dragon and have only Robert's word that you're safe... and yet that thrill of death being only an eighth of an inch or so away, stroking its cock furiously at the sight of you, has you moaning and gasping softly as you rub your pussy on the window. You notice that his motions get more frenzied, his overstuffed hips thrusting forward to rub his rubber dick against the glass, closer to where your asshole isn't quite touching the surface. Can he hear you? The thought has you moaning louder, partly deliberately and part in increased pleasure as you rock back and forth, lightly thumping your ass and sex against the glass.\n\nYou tease him for a good long while before all the strange exhileration and physical stimulation gets to you, and you give out a shaky cry as you cum, smearing a squirt of arousal all over the window. Felipe shoves his rubber prick againt the opposite side of the glass, plastic mustache twitching wildly as long spurts of white shoot out of the perfectly round hole in the center of the tip... looks more like lotion than actual cum, to judge by the complete opaqueness of it as it spatters the glass above and across where your buttocks are pressed against it.\n\nThe animatronic stares at your panting, sweaty form for a few moments more, and you're unable to tell whether its unblinking plastic eyes are staring at you hatefully or lustfully. Then it drops its pancho back into place and turns to lumber back down the hall, almost instantly disappearing into the darkness. Trembling in a mix of afterglow and terror, you return to the office chair, slowly resuming your earlier position of showing off to Robert and slowly stroking your pussy with two fingers.\n\n"Damn, you are the kinkiest guard we've ever had, babe," Robert synths in awe. "You look tired though. Adrenaline rush starting to wear off?"\n\n"Y-yeah, I think so," you admit, using your free hand to cover a yawn even as you continue lightly working your sex with the other.\n\n"Tell you what, take a nap. I can keep an eye on things here. You've earned it after that show!"\n\nGoing to sleep here seems like a deadly proposition, but you can feel your head lolling and eyes drooping. "Thanks," you murmur, right before allowing yourself to pass out.\n\nYou awaken to the stereotypical blaring of an alarm clock, jerking up in the chair and looking around, heart pounding. But there's no sign of anyone... just Robert with his mouth opening and closing in time with the 'BREEP-BREEP-BREEP!' When he sees that you're awake, his mouth closes. "Hey, sunshine, sorry about the rude wakeup call, but your shift's over and the early arrivers will be here in about twenty minutes at most."\n\nYou blink repeatedly, then blush and nod, scrambling to your feet and hauling your clothes back on. Squirming your way back into your shirt, you look around for some rags before grabbing one and cleaning off your side of the glass. "Um, thanks Robert."\n\n"Like I said, if you wanna thank me, just shave tomorrow before you come in," the chrome skull chirps cheerfully.\n\nYou pause in your motions. "Um... I'm not really sure I'll be back tomorrow. Besides, even if I wanted to, I'm sort of living out of my car... it's really hard to do, um, 'maintenance' either in there or a public restroom."\n\n"Hm, I see whatcha mean. On both counts, really. So here, chicky, I'll make you a deal." You can't help but look towards him curiously as the mounted skull does a sort of rolling motion on his servos, as if cracking his neck. "Normally the pay for this job is entirely shit. But I'm gonna do two things for ya. I'll hack the registry of a motel near here, get you a room so you can get your stuff taken care of. Plus, if you make it through at least an entire week of work, I'll do some accounting fiddling and make sure you get a nice, big bonus."\n\nYou hesitate again, looking at him. "You... can do that?"\n\n"I can actually do a lot, it's just hard for me to find inspiration most of the time. Look, at the very least, take the room and come back tomorrow. Just promise me that, you don't have to promise to do anything but come back in return, and I'll make sure you're safe all night if you do. But y'know, if you <i>wanna</i> do some kinky stuff when you come back, then we can definitely talk fun bonuses and stuff."\n \n<hr>\n[[Promise to come back.|CelFiesta1x4]]\n\n[[Refuse.|CalFiesta]]

It's all completely insane... and yet somehow, with those dark hallways outside, the memory of the animatronics gazing flatly down at you with their dead plastic eyes, and the buzzing, red-eyed skull sitting in front of you, you believe it. Thinking of trying to frantically watch monitors and guess at how long to keep doors down all night makes you shudder, wondering how long your nerves could last in such a situation.\n\n"Okay, okay," you whisper hurriedly, glancing back and forth at the open doorways. "I'll do it, I'll get naked, just close the doors!"\n\n"Naked and <i>entertaining</i>," Robert prompts.\n\nDarting a look at the clock and seeing that it reads 11:58, you feel panic start to clamp a vise around your heart and nod frantically. "Fine, fine, whatever you want! I promise, just do it!"\n\n"You got it, sweet cheeks!" Robert chirps. There's a low whirring and clicking noise, his eyes dimming briefly. The hallways get darker, even the faint lighting from the main restaurant and the guide strips near the floor shutting off. The staticy monitors click to blank black screens one by one, and even the overhead lights of the security office flicker briefly, making you wonder if Robert is actually plunging you into complete darkness out of some sick, twisted desire to see the animatronics get you.\n\nBut the overhead lights only flicker briefly before both heavy security doors slide down and into place, thudding audibly into the small grooves on the floor. The solid sound reassures you, and you immediately feel your panic recede a little, heartrate slowing gradually and breathing beginning to deepen.\n\n"There. Closed a lot of the unnecessary connections the meatsacks usually can't manipulate, redirected a lot of circuits, even sucked a little bit extra out of the city grid that no one will notice. Doors are good until six," Robert announces cheerfully. "Which means it's time for you to get good, babe."\n\nYou stare at him for a moment, your receding fear starting to be replaced with embarrassment. You seriously consider trying to argue him out of it, trying to get him to see it's just human decency to help you survive (especially now that he's already done it). Except as is blazingly obvious, he's <i>not</i> human... he's just a shiny skull on a desk, animated by some weird program. Something tells you that he really wouldn't think twice about raising the doors if you decided to go back on your half of the deal. Still, modesty forces you to ask, "There's no... cameras or anything in here, are there?" you ask, darting a glance at the corners of the ceiling. \n\n"Only the ones in my eyes, and I keep all my sights to myself. C'mon!"\n\nYour face bright red, you bend down to pull off your shoes and socks before standing up. Undoing your pants, you slide them down, revealing a pair of white cotton panties that are as snug and worn thin as your shirt. Letting the loose pants drop to the ground, you step out of them, hesitate briefly, then grab the bottom of your shirt and haul it up. The box with almost all of your bras was stolen over a month ago and the only one you had recently gave out on you, so when the tight cloth raises up enough, your tits drop free of it and wobble around, immediately unhindered. Robert makes a noise that you suspect is probably named wolfwstl.wav, and you try not to freeze up in embarrassment as you pull the shirt off over your head and shake out your hair. Another moment of hesitation, and you hook your thumbs into your panties and bend forward to slip them down your legs, your tits wobbling practically in Robert's face (or lack thereof). Now naked, you settle back into the rolling chair, trying to ignore the slightly itchy feel of the cloth on your bare ass and thighs, and fighting the urge to cover yourself with your arms.\n\n"Veeery nice! <i>Very</i> nice!" Robert crows appreciatively. "Definitely worth those CPU cycles so far!"\n\n"Thanks, I guess." You brush your clothes into a sort of pile with one foot, trying not to think of what might be on the floor that could get on them or your bare feet... though maybe that's still better to think about than being reduced to putting on a peepshow for a robot skull so that you don't get raped by kid's restaurant mascots.\n\n"Okay, now, just put your feet up on the security desk. As far apart as you can manage," Robert prompts.\n\n"W-what? Do I have t-"\n\n"Hey, you promised, naked <b>and</b> entertaining! As fun as just watching you sitting there all night with your jigglejogglers hanging out might be, that wasn't the extent of the deal."\n\nSuppressing a groan that nevertheless escapes as a sigh, you capitulate, scooting the chair back a bit and then raising one leg up to set the heel on the edge of the table, then the other, trying to stretch them out as wide as possible without it getting uncomfortable. You lean back against the chair, blushing brightly again as you can feel it naturally spreading your pussy open some.\n\n"Woo, haven't seen bush like that since the eighties!" Robert says with a snicker, his skull tilting some as he blatantly takes in the view. "Nostalgic, but if you come back tomorrow, you really should shave that, it's distractin' from the view of your nice pink pussy. Speakin' of which, go ahead and start givin' that a good strokin' for me, babe."\n\nBiting your lower lip, you slowly lower a hand to your slit and start sliding two fingertips up and down, tentatively at first, then a bit more firmly, actually pressing between the rather pudgy outer lips a bit. You hate to admit it, but all this embarrassment is starting to morph into... excitement. Doing your best to ignore the dark, foreboding squares of the windows, you start rubbing your pussy more intently, working your hand in little circles, letting your fingers spread yourself open to give Robert more glimpses of that pink he talked about. Without being ordered, you soon raise one hand up to cup one of your large breasts and knead it gently, thumb and middle finger lightly pinching and tweaking your own nipple. Your breathing quickens, this time from pleasure rather than fear, your fingers gradually speeding up in their strokes, fingertips drawn to your clit more often instead of just showing off.\n\n"Oh yeah, baby, that's good. You gettin' off now, huh?"\n\n"Y-yeah," you gasp out, your voice shaky as you manage the quick reply. You can't believe it, but all the tension, all the fear, it's like a switch has been flipped that channeled it all into arousal. You begin moaning throatily, your ass shifting on the chair as your hips try to move against the strokes of your fingers. You move your other hand over to your other breast, your arm lifting the one you had been kneading up for Robert's viewing pleasure. You tweak and tug at your nipple more firmly, making yourself gasp and mewl. Your fingers now make faint wet noises as they slip and slide over your plump pussylips, your eyes sinking closed and your head leaning back as you get closer and closer.\n\nWhen you raise your head to look at Robert, something makes you turn your head a bit. You scream in terror, hands jerking away from their work and your whole body twitching in surprise at the sight of Fast Felipe pressed against the glass, his gloved hands indenting against it, his empty plastic eyes fixed firmly on yours, mouth open to show off his jagged teeth, that lopsided mustache making him look more like he's leering than ever. The sudden shock somehow brings you right up to the edge of orgasm instantly before yanking you back away from it, leaving you trembling in fear and yet somehow yearning at the same time. Swallowing hard, you glance over at Robert, who turns slightly to one side, red eyes whirring faintly as they tilt towards the window.\n\n"Oh, looks like we got an audience."\n\n"Can he... can he break the glass?" you ask, your voice trembling breathlessly.\n\n"Nah. This place was built during the Cold War. The owner wanted every security office to be a haven that could stand up to, like, radioactive zombies after the nuclear apocalypse. Felipe'd have a better chance of flattenin' himself into a sheet and tryin'a get outside through the mail slot." Robert snickers for a few moments at his own cleverness, then chirps, "Saaaay, he seems to be enjoyin' the show too. Why doncha show 'im what he's missin' out on?"\n\n"Huh?" You stare at the silver skull blankly. "You mean... turn towards the window...?"\n\n"Nah. I mean stand up and press that sweet ass right up against the glass. Should be able to reach it just fine. Sometimes I like ta give 'em a bit of Hell, since they're the ones that get to run around havin' all the fun with their legs and their arms and their outer coverings, spoiled bastards." Robert tilts to one side to give his grin a more leering cast. "Whattya say, babe?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fine, press up against the glass.|CelFiesta1x3]]\n\n[[Just keep putting on a show for Robert.|CelFiestaPlaceholder]]

You don't bother to respond... verbally. You simply spin your spear off of its position planted on the ground as you twirl forward, suddenly thrusting it forward and letting the smooth wood slide through your fingers as the bladed tip slices through the flesh of the black-haired amazon's side. Her eyes had already begun to widen at seeing you move so fast, but now she can't do anything but topple back, the pain and shock of the injury overcoming her. The other squawks in surprise and tries to bring her own spear to bear, but you're already inside her reach, right up in front of her. You grab her top and haul her in close, looking down the few inches that seperate your heights, locking gazes with her. You can see her fear, even if you couldn't smell it already, oily on her skin like musk and old meat.\n\n"She'll live," you murmur, voice low and even. "I deliberately missed her organs. If you leave with her now and put some stitches in her, she won't bleed out. She earned it for her disrespect, and you know that full well."\n\nThe other amazon nods slowly, not taking her eyes off of yours. "... She did."\n\n"These people are my tribe now. Your tribe is not welcome in my tribe's lands. Go elsewhere, and there will be peace between us as long as it may last. Return, and I will have to put new holes in your Chieftan. Terms."\n\nShe bares her teeth briefly, then forces her lips together and nods once. "Terms."\n\n"Good." You give her a slight shove backwards, then turn and start to walk away. You pause, then turn back and casually rip off one of the silk sleeves of your shirt, tossing it in the downed amazon's lap as her companion kneels at her side. "Shove something against that wound. She's bleeding all over my fucking road." \n\nYou walk back into town, not even slowing as you approach the gates, which swing open for you (eventually). They then slam closed after you, and there are cheers from some of the assembled men in the street. You're clapped on the back and shoulders, then pointed forward into a nearby building that looks sturdier than most around it. The inside is a little more spare... obviously some sort of officer's club or guard's tavern, to judge by all the uniforms. You spot Mason and Olsen sitting at a table and move over to sit down with them. Both jump a little when you rip off your other sleeve and start cleaning the blood off your spearpoint.\n\n"Shirt was ruined anyway," you explain blandly, causing them both to guffaw, breaking the tension with hearty chortles.\n\n"By jove, what a show! You really put them in their place, Eirk, I must say! But what will happen now?"\n\n"The Wolf tribe will be bound by the words of their messengers. I told her that she could either leave, or the conflict would be me and her Chieftan one-on-one. After putting a hole in one of their messengers so easily, doubt their Chieftan will want to risk it, they'll stear clear of Valisgrad."\n\nOlsen lets out a long breath of relief, his handlebar mustache quivering, but Mason looks a bit grim. "Just Valisgrad?"\n\nYou shake your head. "I can't claim the entirety of the Imperial Territories as my tribe, Olsen. It's just too much. I steered them off Valisgrad because I could, but they've moved into these lands and they won't leave any time soon. They're going to be your problem for a long time to come, you'd better learn to deal with them."\n\n"I see." He sighs, his own mustache twitching, then shakes his head as well. "No, I'm sure you did what you could, old, ah, chap. Though I'd appreciate it if I could occasionally ask for your advice on the matter."\n\n"Glad to. Still, I better get back to Amanda, she'll be worried."\n\n"Of course, of course. I'll have a man show you the way. Jolly good show, Eirk, we're all in your debt."\n\nIt's not until about halfway to Amanda's house, following behind a soldier who looks a mixture of delighted and frightened to be in your presence, that you think about how weird all that was and that you didn't know any of that stuff before today. But the thought begins to fade almost as soon as you've considered it... that sort of thing isn't really important anymore. You're home now.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|ShemaleBarbarian3x29]]

Valisgrad has a hill towards the back of it, and atop this hill is a manor house, which is apparently where Amanda's family lives. There are cliffs to either side of the manor grounds, and beyond that valley is safe Imperial territory... though you do notice there's still a wall, faintly visible from the road leading up to the house.\n\nBefore the guard can even knock the door flies open and Amanda flings herself into your arms. "Oh, Eirk, I heard what happened! That was so brave of you, but I was still so scared!" She kisses you full on the mouth, heedless of the guard's presence. As he blushes and glances away, she breaks the kiss to continue. "Will they come back?"\n\n"Don't think so." You grin confidently down at her, lifting her up off the ground and giving her a quick spin around, her feet lifting as she accepts the twirl gleefully. "Showed 'em who's boss, put 'em in their place. They ran off with their little wolf tails between their legs."\n\nAmanda beams, her blue eyes adoring but also almost ravenous. You really think she'd start ripping off your clothes here and now if the guard didn't clear his throat to remind you both of his presence. "Eirk, come in, please, meet my family. Oh, you're dismissed, guardsman, thank you very much for your help. The gateman will have something for you as you leave."\n\n"Thank you kindly, m'lady," he murmurs, tapping fingers to the edge of his helmet before he turns and walks off.\n\nAmanda takes your hand and leads you inside. There are three women approaching the wide entry hall from another room as the two of you come in, all of them in very fine dresses of a slightly different style than Amanda's Adarode-bought one. The oldest is obviously Amanda's mother, probably in her late thirties you'd guess, though that's leaning towards older than she looks... she's basically just a taller, very slightly older-looking, and, well, bustier version of Amanda. The other two must be Amanda's sisters, since they both do have the same stunning blue eyes, but in coloration they must take after their father... they're a bit darker-skinned and black-haired, with slightly more defined jaws and cheeks. Other than that they're very much alike each other, the older one looking like she's twenty or so, the other about a year older than Amanda herself.\n\n"Eirk, I'd like to finally introduce you to my mother, the Duchess Amala," Amanda says brightly, looking back and forth between you and her mother with sparkling eyes.\n\n"It is good to meet you," Amala says in a tone that indicates she's not entirely sure she means it, her expression one that can't seem to decide whether it wants to be grateful or condemning. But then it develops into a smile, as she says with a warmer voice, "Thank you for all that you have done for Amanda. I do not know how we will ever be able to repay you. And now you have apparently chased off wolves at our door," she adds, raising one hand towards you with her fingers downturned.\n\nGuessing more from the memories of your old life than the knowledge of the new one, you take her fingers gently and lean down to kiss her knuckles. Judging from the casual way she lowers her hand, you got it right. "It was my pleasure," you answer honestly, trying not to think of the more carnal ways it's been your pleasure to know and save Amanda while you're in front of her mother.\n\n"And these are my sisters, Amaranth," Amanda continues, gesturing to the older one. "And Amalamina."\n\n"Mara," the older one says, offering her hand.\n\n"Mina," the other adds once you've kissed her sister's hand, offering her own in turn.\n\n"Wonderful to meet you both."\n\n"I wanted you to meet my father as well," Amanda says, sighing as she glances at a portrait on the wall. "But apparently Daddy is off on a hunting trip with the king."\n\n"Still, I am sure that if he were here, my husband would thank you most generously for your aid of his town," Amala speaks up, using a slightly formal tone. "In lieu of him being here to declare a more material reward, I will simply say that you are welcome in our home for as long as you wish. Especially considering that Amanda made it perfectly clear that you were going to be, or she would stage a revolution," she adds in a dry tone, glancing at her daughter with fond exasperation.\n\nAmanda and Mina both giggle, while Mara simply smiles and rolls her eyes. Amala clears her throat, then continues. "Considering the events today, I understand that both of you will likely wish to refresh yourselves and rest, and the rest of the household will likely wish to do the same. Dinner will be held late tonight, and in honor of the hero of the hour."\n\nThat seems to be the family's signal to disperse, and Amanda smiles at you and gives your hand a squeeze before she heads up the stairs, likely nearly as happy to see her own room as she was to see you safe. You climb the stairs a bit more slowly, exhanging nods with the servants you pass on their way down to see to preparations for tonight, most likely.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go take a bath.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Go take Amanda.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

Nodding in decision, you turn and head for a subtly outlined panel in the wall that slides open when you're almost touching it. There's not a lot of clearance either above or to the sides, your ears just barely not brushing the ceiling of the small, unlit passage inside. You have to rely on your HUD overlay of the building's inner workings to navigate, which obviously would make it difficult for any intruder who somehow managed to get into the cyberdog tunnels... any intruder that couldn't just possess a cyberdog, obviously.\n\nSoon you emerge into a hallway on the first floor, making a face by shifting your jawplate and flicking your tongue through the air. Gah, actual cyberdogs might not get claustrophobic, but there's no way you're taking the tunnels and minilifts all the way up to the fourth floor. The cyberdogs are cleared to patrol the interior anyway, no one will think twice about you padding along, metal feet and claws making sharp clicks on the smooth reinforced tile below as you trot over to the elevators and stand up on your hind legs, pressing your noseplate to the Up button. It scans the embedded ID chip much the same way it would scan someone's fingerprint, and one of the elevator doors slides open for you, allowing you to drop back to all fours and pad inside.\n\n"Very good, there should be no further obstructions on the way to the target's office. She is here," Mavis continues, adding a glowing outline of a woman sitting at a desk, before popping further information up on your HUD, including a bust photo of a Japanese woman with shoulder-length black hair, brown eyes behind pink top-frame glasses, very pert but not particularly large breasts, and wearing a turtleneck sleeveless sweater, what looks like a shoulder-height glove on her visible arm. "Mimori Alderman. An accountant with a secondary specialty in programming, she is a specialist companies call in to hide assets from their extralegal or simply 'poor optics' endeavors. Typically this is done in a 'blind' fashion where not even those who hire her know precisely where and how she has hidden their money, only that it will eventually be funneled back to them. Naturally the nature of this means that her integrity must be above reproach... but it also means that, if she could in fact become Mistress Cyan's agent, her access to both funds and company systems would be extremely beneficial."\n\n<img src="images/Mimori.png">\n\nYou ponder the image in your vision as the elevator dings and swings open, Mavis asking you as you trot out into the hall, "What method do you intend to use to make Mimori an agent of our mistress?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Intimidation!|Chocola]]\n\n[[Bribery!|Chocola1x5]]\n\n[[Fuckery!|Chocola]]

In the end it's actually not that difficult a decision. You need the money, as evidenced by the fact that you have to do mental calculations on if you can really afford generic lunch meat and store brand bread on your brief sojourn to the nearest grocery store. Besides... for some reason, every time you think of the creepy, shudder-inducing darkness of that kitschy, strange restaurant and those weird, leering, terrifying animatronics, you find your nipples stiffening and your pussy moistening. So... yeah, you'll go back.\n\nOne of the few real conveniences of the motel is a complimentary laundry room, albeit only having a single washer and dryer that obviously weren't meant for commercial use. Still, it lets you do a load of laundry before it whines and conks out, meaning that when you turn up for work that night it's in a properly clean pair of pants and a shirt.\n\nWalking into the dimmed restaurant for the second time is both less shocking and far scarier. Because you've already experienced the slightly unreal, and entirely strange way this place looks at night, lit only by the dim running lights and a few other bits here and there, and you know largely where everything is. But you also know exactly what goes on in here at night, and have a pretty good idea what must have happened in here many times before. More than that, as you walk past the stage on your way to the security office, it's less like it feels as if those dead plastic eyes are staring at you, but that you know they must be, even as they refuse to move until the digital clock buzzes twelve.\n\n"Hey, doll!" Robert chirps cheerfully as you walk into the office. "Glad you made it!"\n\n"I promised, didn't I?" you answer, already feeling your cheeks heat.\n\n"Sure did! So, go ahead, let's get started!"\n\nYou probably shouldn't be surprised that he's so eager for you to begin tonight, even though there's almost twenty minutes left before midnight. Still, you knew this was coming, and at this point you don't want to risk Robert's good will by hedging and making it clear you'll only very technically agree to his terms. He's sort of your benefactor now, after all. Plus, you think as you pull off your shirt, tits once more dropping and wobbling as you work it over your hair, it feels far more dangerous, daring, and frankly rather wicked to start stripping down with the security doors still open and gaping into the dim hallways. Even as you start wiggling your pants down, you can't help but wonder if the animatronics have ever activated early, and if they did tonight, if you wouldn't wind up dicked down good and hard by those terrifying, exciting machine monsters.\n\nRobert plays his wolf whistle soundfile as your pants slip over your hips. "Ooooo, those are nice, babe!"\n\n"Thanks," you murmur, blushing anew as you step out of the pants and stand there in nothing but the lacy pink panties. Overcome by boldness and the naughty thrill of standing in a business office in nothing but a lacy pink thong, you briefly put your hands behind your head and pose, jutting one hip out to the side. "They're one of my favorite pairs."\n\n"Mmm, you gotta wear your very favorite pair on Friday so that I can see 'em, that'll be a nice special capper to the week," Robert announces.\n\nIt sounds less like an idle desire and more like an order... and you feel a little quiver in your pussy that makes you wonder if you aren't starting to like taking orders from this lewd mechanical pervert. Still, between that and the feel of danger and rebellion at doing this here and now, when you turn around and bend over so that your ass is facing Robert before slowly pulling the panties down, you're fairly certain that there are strings of wetness connecting the crotch of them and your puffy pussylips. At least, you'd guess so by the almost moan-like soundfile Robert plays.\n\nThere's much less hesitation this time as you settle down into the rolling chair and prop your ankles up on the security desk, starting to stroke your fingers over your pussy. This time with the monitors on, occasionally showing little flashes of parts of the empty restaurant, it just further increases the feel of doing this in a public workplace. Your flickering thoughts... one might almost call them fantasies at this point... of being seized by lusty robots start to become intermingled with imagining the screens showing the restaurant open and full, people happily going about their partying and eating and game-playing while you sit in the security office frigging your pussy. With those thoughts in mind you let it become more like a genuine schlick-session than just showing off for Robert... you use slow, steady strokes, only occasionally dipping your fingers inside yourself, sliding them up to swirl your damp fingertips around your clit. You're aware of the faint buzz and whir of the cameras in Robert's eyes running over your body, even when you close your eyes and lean your head back.\n\nYou knead one of your breasts with the other hand, nice and slow, going at your own pace. You want to last the whole night tonight, after all. In fact, every so often you flick your eyes towards the clock, watching it gradually grow closer and closer to midnight, occasionally slowing the movements of your hands. Then you speed up as the final minutes click down, until at 11:59 you're furiously frigging your clit, moaning loudly and bucking your hips, rocking your bare ass against the chair to make it squeak and clatter, until you give a hard gasp and jerk your hips up just in time with all the lights outside going dark and the security doors slam home.\n\n"Damn, babe, you are the <i>best kind</i> of freak!" Robert declares enthusiastically.\n\nYou can't help but giggle a bit as you continue stroking your fingers over your pussy slowly now, feeling how wet they are, practically just cooling yourself down. "Thanks, I guess," you reply a little breathlessly. You continue to slowly play with your pussy and your tit, occasionally switching hands so that you can smear your arousal over your stiff nipples, stimulating them further in the cool but slightly stuffy office air. Some slight motion catches the corner of your eye and you look towards one of the windows, spotting a sinister outline lurking in the shadows, not quite coming close enough for the lights of the office to make it out. Your heart starts hammering in your chest again at the particularly demonic look of it, and doesn't subside that much when you realize that what looks like sharp horns and some sort of Dracula-like cape are actually Bunzy's frayed ears and popped collar.\n\n"Show off for him, babe. You know you want to," Robert urges. Or is it orders?\n\nEither way you blush a bit again, but nevertheless rise to your feet and nudge the chair away. You never quite decided to try being a stripper despite your situation, but you did at one point have a roommate who taught you some moves in case you ever got to the point where you wanted to try out. Facing the window, you once again put your hands behind your head, elbows out to make sure you're completely showing off your tits, and begin swaying your hips sensually back and forth. You move your whole body in a slow, sinuous motion that's a little harder to maintain without music... until Robert helpfully opens his mouth and begins playing something with a quick electronic beat and steady bass thump. You wonder if Bunzy can hear the music out there in the hall as you start matching your movements to it, bending your knees, sinking and rising up over and over, showing off how you can move your hips, letting your legs spread as you dip down to give him flashes of your pussy.\n\nIt works just as Robert said it would, the animatronic soon drawing closer and closer to the window, the shadows seeming to cling to him even as the light from the office illuminates his front. Like Felipe, he's got what looks like some sort of dildo attached to the front of his crotch, albeit a wobbly purple one made out of what looks like some sort of glow-in-the-dark material. He places both gloved hands on the glass, hips giving short, mechanical jerks reminiscent of a glitching machine spasming, each one rubbing the apparently squishy, soft dildo around against the glass, making him look like some sort of combination between the terrifying robotic construct he is and a rebel badboy behind bars watching his girl dance for him in the visiting room.\n\n'What is it about this place and stimulating fantasies?' you can't help but think, daring to smirk at the mechanical murderer desperately pressing against the glass in desire for you. You slide your hands down over your shoulders and the front of your breasts, slipping them down your stomach and over the front of your freshly-shaven crotch, helping call Bunzy's cold plastic eyes to the wetness that's dribbled down your thighs. Framing your hips and rocking them even more, you swing around to give him a look at your ass as you shake it, and have what can only be described as a mild terrorgasm as you realize Bunzy isn't your only audience. The fact that the savage-looking Boomer the Dog had come up to the other window completely unnoticed and been lurking there behind you sends a spike of fear-adrenaline through you that cascades through all the other hormones you'd worked up and has you strangling a scream even as your body trembles in climax.\n\nStill you try not to lose too much of a step in your little act, because... because you want them lusting for you. You can't deny it, the danger, the terror, everything they represent, and you being able to taunt them with your body, hold them captive to their desire for you... it's way too sexy and way too much of a power trip. You continue shaking and writhing your naked body, displaying it for the midnight horrors lurking in the darkness beyond, your breath quickening every time you see Bunzy thrust his hips against the glass or Boomer stroke the dog cock dildo jutting from a fresh hole in his overalls.\n\n"Boomer loves assholes, baby, show him yours," Robert adds, layering his words over the song he's still playing, with not even a hint that it isn't an order this time.\n\nIt's an order you obey without much of a second thought, moving closer to the left side window and then bending over facing away from it, like you did last night. But rather than humping against it you stop just short, reaching back with both hands to spread your asscheeks and bare your vulnerable pucker to the diabolical canine construct beyond, swaying your hips back and forth as you look over your shoulder at him. "Yeah, I bet you want to fuck this asshole, don't you?" you murmur, voice thick with arousal as you stare at the strange, horrific thing jerking its inhuman rubber prick as it watches you. You look forward again at Bunzy, licking your lips some as you shake your shoulders, making your tits wobble beneath you. "And you wanna get your hands on these tits, I bet, you like my tits, don't you, probably while fucking my face like a machine, huh?"\n\n"Damn," Robert murmurs, apparently mostly to himself as you moan and writhe, doing your absolute best to stir up the fuckmurder animatronics watching you with rapt, lifeless plastic eyes.\n\n"Mmm, I want you to fuck me too," you moan, bringing a hand up to your lips to slip two fingers in, briefly finger-fucking your own mouth before moving it back, moaning even louder as you slide your middle finger into your asshole for Boomer's viewing pleasure. "I want you both to fuck me <i>hard</i>, as hard as you <i>want</i>..." In the foggy throes of your fantasies and arousal, you find your eyes wandering from Bunzy and that wobbly pink dildo-dick that looks like it would feel so strange and good pumping down your throat, to the switches that work the security doors.\n\n"Hey, hey, babe don't get too carried away," Robert cuts in, actually sounding worried. "They're still dangerous, okay? You open it now, they'll likely still play way too rough!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Listen to him.|CelFiesta]]\n\n[[Open it anyway!|CelFiesta]]

"Alright," you say slowly. "I promise."\n\n"Great!" Robert chirps, and after a moment one of the monitors lights up, showing a small roadmap with a blinking dot. "Here's the motel where your reservations will be at, just show up and give 'em your name."\n\nYou nod, saying "Thanks" again before slipping out the door, pausing to wipe Felipe's lotion-cum off of the other side of the window, your cheeks coloring as you do. Once you've finished cleaning it off as well as you can, until you're at least fairly sure it doesn't look like someone came against the glass, you head out and to your car.\n\nThe motel turns out to be of the distinctly 'no tell' variety... you're surprised they had a computer to hack! (Or maybe Robert is restricted to older systems, that would make sense too.) Sure enough when you give your name, the blandly surly-looking attendant hands over a key for a room. The door's a little rickety, but the inside is about as clean as you could expect of this sort of place... you definitely wouldn't want to look at it under a blacklight, but at least there's no <i>obvious</i> stains, and it's better than some of the places you've stayed lately.\n\nYou flop down and catch what's mostly a nap that takes you to midmorning, then get a 'meal' out of the vending machines. After munching some 'onion rings' and washing them down with... well, it's actually a soda, but it's called Doctor Bepsi and you're not really sure what it tastes like... you take a shower and, deciding you might as well, do some bush-trimming. In fact, you go all the way, shaving yourself smooth since you're not entirely sure when the next opportunity you'll have is.\n\nYou pause with the razor towards the top of your crotch. That's right... Robert implied he'd given you a full week here, since that's the length he wants you to try and work at Murdertronics Incorporated (AKA Fast Felipe's). Maybe... maybe you should take that week to desperately look for another job. Preferably in a city where there aren't any Fast Felipe's restaurants still open. The thought of those murderous robots and their creepy looks stalking through the darkness makes you shudder even in a warm room. (No AC.)\n\nOn the other hand, you think as you rinse off the remaining foam and shaved hairs under the shower... it kind of excites you, too. Robert assured you that you were safe... and the thought of sitting naked in a restaurant, getting paid to masturbate while powerful, murderous nightmares jerk off to you... it excites some weird, kinky part of your brain you never knew existed before. Still, you can't help but remind yourself, people who play with fire tend to get burned sooner or later. And what's the equivalent for people that play with murderous AI animatronics?\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep your promise.|CelFiesta1x5]]\n\n[[Don't go back.|CelFiesta]]

Slowly you stand up, neither of the villains doing anything to stop you as you take several steps forward towards the wall of screens. You scan across them, realizing that multiple people are watching each one, utterly unaware of who's watching the other. Someone, somewhere, is watching the news desperately hoping to hear one way or the other whether someone they know and care about is alive. At the same instant, someone, somewhere is watching Spongebob Squarepants make fart jokes and having the time of their lives.\n\nThe giggle starts somewhere low in your throat, and deepens to a chuckle as you lower your head and put a hand to your face. It really is simple when you have it all laid out in front of you, isn't it? "I get it, I really do get it!" Your eyes wide, a huge grin on your face, you whip around to face the smiling duo, who are now literally on the edge of their seats waiting. "It's all going on at the same time! All the laughing, all the crying! If you're going to laugh at one thing, may as well laugh at it all! And cry at the same time!"\n\n"By George I think she's got it!" Little Joke squeals, clasping hands with Dark Comedy. "Or she's got somethin' anyway!"\n\n"But see, that's not all!" You laugh yourself forward, putting your head in both hands, waiting through the laughter until it's almost left you hoarse. Feeling a bit more focused, then, you straighten up, your voice having taken on a bit of a rasp. "Just because it's funny, doesn't mean it isn't true. In fact, they even say... 'It's funny because it's true'. If that's so... then logic..." You continue, drawling the word out a bit and spinning your hands around each other. "Says that just because it's true... doesn't mean it's not <i>funny</i>. It's funny because it's true... and it's true because it's funny."\n\n"Ooda-LOLLY, first day on the job and the kid's already innovating!" Dark Comedy crows, leaping to his feet and to your side, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "You're gonna make daddy proud, kiddo! You'll need your shots, but we'll have you showing this city what's what in no time."\n\nYou grin up at him, eyes glinting. "Sounds great. But hey... know what I was just sayin', Dad?"\n\n"What is it, apple of my eye?" he inquires, voice gone gooey with overdone affection.\n\n"Just because it's funny, doesn't mean it isn't true." You draw away and move to stand beneath a TV showing a grainy, distortion-plagued image of Neil Patrick Harris smirking at the camera. "And no one listens to a hippie. Or a clown."\n\nDark Comedy's black-painted lips briefly turn downward in a deep scowl... before his eyes light up and he cackles merrily. "You're right! You're absolutely right! We're not clowns! We're teachers!"\n\n"And teachers gotta suit up," you murmur, grinning darkly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|GrimHumor1x1]]

Ah, October! Probably the best holiday for Decorating, tied with Christmas. How you love the fantastically spooky and silly fun of jack-o-lanterns and costumes. And it's always a great time for blogging because people need advice on how to straddle that line between tasteful and tacky... and they're just settling into their ravenous hunger for pumpkin-themed snacks.\n\nThere are three primary dates to look at in October, despite the month-long celebratory possibilities:\n\n[[October 24th|HollyOctPlaceholder]] - If you're going to prepare and throw your own party.\n\n[[October 30th|HollyOct5x1]] - If you're going to attend someone else's party.\n\n[[October 31st|HollyOct2x1]] - If you're going to stay home and hand out candy.

You're not entirely sure what comes over you, but before you even really think about it the words "We could fool around" are slipping out of your mouth. Your eyes widen as you realize what you said, your face turning red. \n\nMaya stares at you, and you're expecting an incoming slap or screaming at you... but what you absolutely didn't expect is what she actually says. "Okay." Your jaw drops as she stands up and reaches for the hem of her shirt. \n\n"Uh." That's really all you can get out as you watch in utter shock as her hands come up, pulling the shirt up and off, revealing a fairly simple black bra hugging her perky tits. She drops the shirt aside, then unbuttons and unzips her cutoffs, sliding them down her legs and stepping out of them, revealing a rather small black thong. You can feel your cock stiffening as her slender legs move to step out of the cutoffs, the material of the thong hugging her sex closely. Straightening up, she looks at you, her own cheeks bright red.\n\n"... Well?" she prompts after a moment, shifting in place, arms twitching a bit as if she's resisting the urge to cover up.\n\nYou're not entirely sure you can do this... but you think you might be more afraid of embarrassing her and thus making her angry. So after a few moments of hesitation, you stand up as well, motions stiff and uncertain as you pull off your own t-shirt, then unbutton your jeans. You halt for just a moment more before leaning down to slide them down and tug your socks off at the same time. Straightening up, you manage not to cover the bulge in your underwear either, both of you standing there looking at ech other and occasionally glancing away, only to look back.\n\n"Right. So." Maya settles down to sit on the edge of her bed, then glances significantly at the spot beside her. You eventually make yourself move, going over to sit down at her side, both of you turning to face more towards each other. "How do you want to start...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiss her.|QOMaya]]\n\n[[Fondle her tits.|QOMaya2x2]]

Oh yeah, you've seen some of this series. Guy turns into a girl when you splash him with water, has a bunch of girlfriends, something like that. It's a bit before your time but since some of your friends kept talking about it you watched some. You seem to remember there being a lot of really cute girls that tend to get naked all the time, so hey, sounds good even before you get into the "porn version" part. You reach out and touch the monolith displaying that text, and instantly find yourself standing in a plain grey room.\n\nWhite text attached to one of the walls reads 'DEBUG CHARACTER GENERATION'. Apparently this sim's somewhat in-progress. There are three windows floating in front of you, apparently to let you pick characters to play.\n\n<b>[[Default Character|RanX1x1]]</b> - There's a little character blurb to go along with it. Apparently you take on the role of Ranma's cousin, who has the same curse and is also a martial artist. Gee, total fanfic Mary Sue territory. But oh well, maybe that's what was necessary to make it fun? Either way, sounds like you'd at least have an easy "in" for adventures with the cast.\n\n<b>[[Debug Character|RanXDeb1x1]]</b> - Looks like it's basically just the default character, but with full control of their genderswitching "curse" and access to a bunch of debug commands in-game. For if you want to feel like the local deity of Nerima, one supposes.\n\n<b>[[Play as an NPC|RanXNPCStart]]</b> - And that one seems to have a list of the actual characters, for if you want to take the place of one of them instead of playing somebody's fanfic character, looks like.

"... Hey, is this what I think it is?" you ask, pointing at the last item on the list.\n\n"Yeah, I need someone to help out around here with various stuff. The pay sucks, the hours suck, and I'll probably have you doing a lot of my crap work, but the benefits package is great, the hours aren't awful usually, and hey, no dress code," she adds, spreading her arms and grinning. "Just so long as you don't get too ridiculous. And you think you can put up with me."\n\nMaybe it's the hours, or the benefits package, or that you'd just rather work with the only person that it feels like has been actually nice to you since this whole ordeal started, but you manage a bit of a smile as you proffer the page back, "I'll do it, then. I mean, if that's okay."\n\n"I wouldn't have put it on there if it wasn't. Looking forward to working with you," she adds, leaning over the desk and proffering her hand. You shake it after only a brief hesitation due to that natural prey response, before she stands up and moves to lift a brown leather jacket off of a peg on the wall. "Well, c'mon then."\n\n"Where are we going?" you ask, standing up as well.\n\n"First we'll stop by a cheap clothing store. Most places you work would hand you a uniform or whatever, but we don't have that here... but my other assignees will get nervous at you going around in prisoner togs, so we'll get you a few pieces of streetwear. I'll bill it to the office, fuck 'em if they call me on it."\n\nYou follow Jhaz back out onto the streets, and despite the fact that you're still having a hard time getting over your innate response to her appearance, you have to admit you feel safer going around the strange streets with a shark at your side. She leads the way towards what seems like virtually every Wal-Mart you've ever been in, just with alien text on the sign... otherwise it's weirdly indistinguishable, if you don't look too closely at the produce section or the movie boxes. Jhaz urges you to pick out some simple, plain stuff, so you go with your usual... a couple of pairs of black jeans, some t-shirts (Jhaz suggests long-sleeved, apparently it's getting towards winter here), and a pair of cheap sneakers. You emerge wearing a black shirt with a blue band across the shoulders, which you couldn't help but pick out since you're stuck in sci-fi land, and Jhaz shows you to your shoebox of an apartment to set your bags down. But then she urges you back out, and towards a building a few over. "Where's this?"\n\n"Going to check on one of my other assignees. He's in on substance abuse related charges and despite treatment he's just not kicking it. So whenever I'm in the neighborhood I stop in and take a glance around his place, just to make sure he hasn't backslid completely."\n\nWheee you're going along to do a room check on a junkie. Well, that's probably not an enlightened way to think of it, so you just keep it to yourself as you follow Jhaz up a nearly identical set of stairs to the ones in your building, and knock on a nearly identical door. After a moment the door opens to a fairly normal-looking guy, except for him being slate white with a nose like a lobster's tail and ink-black eyes. "Hey ma'am," he says in a tired voice.\n\n"Hey Mekarl. Sounds like you know why I'm here, so why don't we just get through this as quickly and efficiently as possible?"\n\nHe sighs and steps back, making a halfhearted 'come in' gesture. The apartment is so much like your own, albeit more run-down and cluttered, that they have to have been built from the exact same blueprints. "Who's this?" he asks, eyeing you suspiciously.\n\n"New girl," Jhaz answers shortly, apparently not feeling the need to introduce you any further than that. She lifts the mattress to glance under it, leans down to flick her eyes back and forth under the bed, steps into the bathroom to check the cabinets. It's obvious she's done this so many times that she's fallen into the habit of just checking the suggested places. You glance around more out of lack of anything better to do, when you notice something in the small kitchenette area. Most of the stuff there is obviously secondhand and barely used, but the one new-looking piece is a metal cylinder with a screw-off top... the sort that, even on an alien world, is recognizable as the kind billed as an 'Airtight Herb Storage' container.\n\n<hr>\n[[Check it out.|GGOri7x2]]\n\n[[Keep it to yourself.|GGOri]]

"The floor!" you blurt out, instinctively twisting your equine lower body and rearing up, giving a short leap back towards the doorway. Just in time, too, as the floor across most of the room shatters and drops. Your warning gives Amana and Shae time to throw themselves backwards, the half-orc flattening herself to the wall and staying on the thin ledge of rock that remains as the rest goes tumbling downward, splashing into a strange glowing green liquid. But it comes too late for Bane and Thurkar, both of them crying out as they drop amidst the shower of rocks and disappear below the surface of the ominous, rather gooey-looking stuff with a splash.\n\n"BANE!" Amana and Shae both scream, Shae jerking forward as if considering diving after them, but restraining herself. "Thurkar! Where are you?!"\n\n"I can't see them, why aren't they coming up?!" you add, leaning out from the ledge around the tunnel entrance to look down. \n\n"Shae, get your rope," Amana calls after a few seconds go by, desperation in her voice. "We'll have to try and get down to them and-"\n\nWhatever she was going to say is cut off as something comes geysering out of the slime... long, pointed-tipped tentacles, some as thick around as your barrel, others as thick as your wrist, and a variety of sizes in between. They lash the air, some of them pale and pulsating, others looking leathery and copper-colored with dark stripes. Whatever they are, they're incredibly fast, as a handful of them whip through the air. Only you being partly in the tunnel spares you as you canter backwards instinctively, the grasping tentacles whipping past you, but Amana and Shae aren't so lucky, both of them yelping as they're grabbed around the middle and neck, yanked through the air to be held above the writhing mass rising from the pool.\n\nThe tentacles are incredibly fast, motions almost blurring, and in the space of a heartbeat both women's clothing is ripped from their bodies, tattered cloth and leather falling into the goo along with their equipment. Shae and Amana both cry out as they're abruptly violated, tentacles plunging into their pussies and asses simultaneously, other tentacles grabbing their wrists and ankles to still their flailing. You stare in shock at the sight of Amana's red pussy stretched taut around a striped tentacle thrusting deeply enough into her to make a bulge in her belly, while Shae is bent over in midair, a pale, smooth tentacle thicker than your wrist stroking deeply into her spread green pucker.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to save them!|GGCentaur8x3]]\n\n[[Run!|GGCentaur]]

"The cyberdogs' brains are probably controlled a lot by their implants, right? What if I hacked into one of them and used it to get inside?"\n\n"An unorthodox but potentially viable solution," Mavis replies, highlighting the roving cyberdogs' outlines through the wall like when you used to cheat at FPS games. "However, to assert such a level of control over their systems, you would likely need to use your C.A.H.C. implant."\n\n"Uh, my... my cock?" you murmur, glancing down at the flat front of your spy panties.\n\n"No, but also yes." Mavis creates an image of your body in your HUD, spinning it around, then highlighting an implant a bit high up on your crotch... yeah it totally looks like a 'womb tattoo' you think with a flat look. "The Coercion/Assimilation/Hacking/Corruption implant allows you to alter your bodily fluids for a variety of purposes. Via a mixture of magical enchantment and magitech nanites, individuals, especially those with neural implants, can be altered or subverted to your purposes. In this case, a delivery of magical transformative fluid to help alter the cyberdog for further use once inside as well as the nanites to seize control of its neural net."\n\n"Sooooo... grow a dick, fuck the dog, then I can control it."\n\n"Correct."\n\nYou ponder for a second, but two centuries of doing absolutely anything players and NPCs asked you to have eroded a lot of taboos, even if this will still be a new one on you. "Yeah, okay, let's do that."\n\n"Very well. To your left is a misparked transport van that should give you sufficient clearance to leap over the wall with your jump-assist boots."\n\nYou look over and spot said van, trotting over to it with no challenge from the guards and leaping up. You can see over the wall semi-decently now, and watch the dogs circling. "So probably better if I get one away from the other."\n\n"While their actual neural net is hardened, a small backdoor exploit exists in their supplemental sensor suite. This can be used to create a 'throw a rock' effect."\n\n"Oh, cool, alright then." You suppose you should ready your... ahem, C.A.H.C.... and glance down. The front of your spy panties opens up as your crotch bulges, quickly spilling out a pair of smooth brown balls as a long, decently fat chocolate-colored shaft grows above them, jutting forward ready and waiting, balls growing a bit heavier as you prime them with your intended load, the skin of your cock glistening as it forms a thick layer of stimulating aphrodisiac lube. 'Yup, totally like the one I had before Cyan changed me,' you lie to yourself, looking up again.\n\nYou wait for the pair of armored canines to circle around back towards you, then pick the outermost one and initiate the hack that Mavis highlights for you. Its head raises and turns, metal ears perking up, and it turns away from its partner and trots towards the wall, the other cyberdog continuing on with its patrol as if not having noticed. Your HUD helpfully marks the arc of your jump as you crouch down, and you wait for the dog's investigation to bring it into position before you launch yourself into the air, flipping over the laser barrier and coming down practically on the armored animal's back. It gives a synthesized-sounding yip as you hit it and roll, sounding more surprised than anything else as you twist, getting it back onto all fours with yourself behind it and your hands gripping its middle. You suppose you shouldn't be surprised that it has a pale, rubbery-looking pucker below its segmented armored tail... it's a simulation, after all, you doubt Mavis would have given you the option if it wasn't there. You take only long enough to gulp and, before the cyberdog can process what's happened, you thrust your apparently hacking-enabled dick into its ass.\n\nYou moan loudly at the feeling, unable to help letting out a soft "Fuuuuck." While the exterior of the cyberdog's ass might look like rubber, the interior is apparently still wholly flesh and blood, and hot and tight around you. You spent your entire time in the Kinshire brothel having cocks stuffed in your hot, tight little holes, never once getting to do the opposite... or even before that, you're pretty sure. Part of your brain should be ashamed that you're losing your dick-virginity to a cyborg guard dog, but that part of you isn't the one in charge of thrusting your hips and pumping your prick into the red-and-gold armored beast's tight tailhole. It no longer seems to be resisting, its solid, glowing eyes instead flickering as it makes a panting noise through its vocal speakers. You're a bit surprised when a panel opens below it and what's obviously a cock slides out... it's obviously shaped like a canine cock, even gleaming wetly in the light, but it's a bit too shiny and perfect... rubber? Metal? You're not entirely sure and you're just a little distracted by the pleasure of the robobeast's ass squeezing around you as you fuck it. Of course, you don't take long to thrust forward and start emptying your balls into its bestial butt... because it's a mission, after all! you tell yourself even as your eyes roll and a beautific smile of relief comes over your face.\n\n"Hacking payload delivered, takeover initiated," Mavis's voice announces, and you blink out of your post-nut high a bit as you watch the red and gold armor change to black and white to match your gear and hair, the light of its eyes changing from green to silver, presumably to mimic your grey ones. "Naturally, the cyberdog's actual armor plating is unchanged... that would make using it as an infiltration agent somewhat pointless. On an actual mission, this would instead be an overlay your HUD applies to help you keep track of hacked individuals. Normally your hacking management suite would allow you to issue orders remotely without needing to take full control, but for the purposes of this training, let's go ahead and shift your perspective."\n\nYou blink, and suddenly find that... you <i>are</i> the cyberdog! You turn your head back and forth with a whir of servomotors, adjusting briefly to the different HUD. ... Oh, and the feel of your own cock in your ass. You can't really blush as a heavily cyberized canine, so instead you just walk forward, your motionless elf body's prick slipping out of your pucker and flopping limp down. 'Uh, right, okay,' you try thinking at Mavis, since you're not sure you can talk right now. 'What about my body?'\n\n"As said, in a real mission you would be controlling both bodies simultaneously, likely keeping your 'main perspective' in your own body. This part of the training exercise is primarily to help you learn to manage other systems, which will have a greater impact if your perspective is from inside those systems. Now, take a moment to review the cyberdog's system for what you have available to you."\n\n'Okay, okay, let's see. Body heat sensors, sonar bark, taser launcher, retractable subdual prong...' You blink, then angle your head down, metal ears twitching back and forth as you look at where the cock-shaped device has now retracted back into its slot. 'Wow, pervy designers.'\n\n"You will find that relatively common in the twenty-third century. Advanced technology has allowed humanity to make manifest many of its more 'kinky' tendencies, and given it far more social excuses for doing so."\n\n'Oookaaay. Hm, alright, and I've got full maps and displays of the facility, and access via both standard doors and a special system just for the cyberdogs, it should be easy to get up to the fourth floor this way.'\n\n"Very good."\n\nYou trot towards the building, then pause. '... Hm...'\n\n"You are thinking of diverting to engage in further sexual intercourse, possibly with the other cyberdogs since you are aware of where their kennel is on the building schematics."\n\n'Ah... yeah,' you admit, bobbing your head. When there's no immediate response, you sigh heavily, the sound coming out as a <i>chuff</i> through your vocal speakers. 'C'mon, Mavis, I've been stuck in a video game as an NPC for the last 200 years. This is the first time I've been an actual player in forever, and it's this cool, pervy one you've made for me!'\n\n"Understandable," Mavis says, actually surprising you a little. "Games of all kinds, but especially video games, are Mistress Cyan's passion. This is a form of video game, in the end, and so I am sure she would like you to have fun with it. I will also note that she does not expect her agents to be emotionless drones... unless that is specifically what she requires of one. You are both allowed and encouraged to mix business and pleasure... as long as your personal pleasure does not hamper or derail the mission. So certainly you may divert briefly to have some fun in the simulation... just make certain that you do not allow yourself to become so distracted that you fail in your appointed task."\n\nHuh. Well, put that way, it sounds like you'll have lots of opportunity for fun, both in other simulations and in real life! Whether or not you actually do so right now seems less pressing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go have some fun with the other cyberdogs.|Chocola]]\n\n[[Go right to the target.|Chocola1x4]]

"Allow me ta demonstrate your new duties," Buster announces, reaching up to unbutton the shoulder straps of his overalls and let them drop down his molded foam body. You gawk as his cock drops free... you'd seen those coveralls bulging but you hadn't appreciated how much! It's shaped like a human's, but over three feet long and thicker than your arm! The stiff foam sack underneath it looks like it would contain a pair of balls each almost as big as your head.\n\nYou lose sight him as he clambers up onto the bed, disappearing behind the wall of your tits, but you can feel his massive weight straddling your stomach. Then you jerk and moan as he wraps his arms around your massive, sensitive mounds and juts that huge fabric prick between them. Even at its immense size it's just enough for the head to poke out of the cleavage as he begins fucking between them.\n\nYour entire tits wobble almost audibly as his hips slam against them again and again, working his surprisingly hot, stiff, and yet soft-feeling pecker between them. You have quaking boobgasm after boobgasm, crying out lustily as every thrust sets you off again. Once he lifts his hands and begins squeezing your nipples, you just scream as the climaxes stop becoming distinct and just become one long white noise of intense pleasure washing over your brain.\n\nFinally he thrusts forward and gives a room-shaking bellow as he begins cumming. Your face is twisted in a twitching rictus of a pleasured smile, your eyes rolled completely up in your head as he covers your face and the pillows in literal gallons of thick gooey white slime. Oh, you're going to enjoy your chores from now on, whether you like it or not!\n\n<b>Worldland Mascot</b> end - <i>Buster and Candy's boobtacular ward</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, maybe I should have reconsidered that drink she offered.|CandyCow1x3]]\n\n[[Or at least picked a different mascot to talk to.|WLMascotsStart]]\n\n[[Eh, let's just start over.|CharGenMain]]

Okay so you're basically arresting this guy, right? Just... just go with a typical cop thing to say! "Freeze!" You blurt out, reaiming your pistol at him to emphasize the threat.\n\n"Is that supposed to be some sort of 'clever' mammal joke?" the massive dinosaur man says with a snort. "Are you one of those idiotic mammals that believes those foolish rumors about 'cold-blooded' Saurians, perhaps?"\n\n"What?! N-no, I'm not a racist!!" you stammer, sufficiently thrown off your game that you actually draw back a little. "I'm just a Space Ranger! I'm here to arrest you, so-!"\n\n"Yes, yes," he says, bringing a hand around to tap one of the buttons on his bracer so smoothly and casually that you barely even notice it. "'Freeze'."\n\nThere's a geyser of white gas from beneath you, and you yelp at the intense cold that spreads out from everywhere it touches. Your cry of shock is quickly muffled as you find your throat and mouth unable to move as a layer of ice crusts over your entire body, frosting your helmet and draping icicles from your outstretched arms. You can't move... you can barely feel anything, either, you feel a sort of all-over chill but you seem to be so cold that you've gone almost completely numb. You can only watch in mounting terror as Ceratops walks slowly towards you, footfalls almost seeming to shake the floor, until he stops in front of you, bringing a hand around towards your head.\n\nA flick of his large, bone-bulge-tipped finger against the faceplate of your helmet causes your entire Space Ranger suit, and your gun, to crumble and fall away like a layer of ice knocked off of someone's windshield. Your body is left posed exactly the same, your skin a deep shade of blue that really probably should indicate that you're dead, but your mind is unaffected, other than screaming internally.\n\n"Mm, well, I had been looking for a proper spontaneous test of this chemical mixture," Ceratops muses aloud, clearly more to himself than you, even as he reaches out to put his fingers on one of your arms and move it. You're terrified that it will wind up snapping off like your suit did, but instead it just moves stiffly, like you were a mannequin, as he pushes both arms to your side. "Yes, excellent, just the desired effect on mammalian biology and at the desired speed as well."\n\nHe moves behind you, his broad tail flicking a few times before he passes out of view... then you feel yourself being bent forward at the waist. You're given no real warning as he abruptly pushes his stiff cock into your pussy, that gargantuan Saurian shaft sliding inside you in a long, smooth stroke. You'd expect to feel pain from such a big penetration so abruptly, or at least some sort of sensation, but... really other than the pressure and the sense of being spread, you can't feel much. Must be the numbness from the freezing... which strangely enough leaves you extremely acutely aware of just how massive he is, how he stretches your inner passage, the feeling of his bulge traveling along your belly until the tip of it rests between your tits. He begins thrusting lightly, letting you feel every inch of that massive shaft, essentially forced to pay complete attention to it since its movement inside you is all you can feel.\n\n"As expected, cellular malleability is good. Core temperature seems to be just above freezing, let's confirm." He pulls himself out of your pale blue pussy, leaving it gaping open to almost the same girth as his prick, then instead pushes into your asshole. Again, you can just feel the pressure of him, and know how he must be stretching you, probably ruining your hole completely, but all it is to you is pressure, the acute awareness that he's inside you and fucking you. "Yes, that's about right, definitely. I'm not a particular fan of the cold, but I do admit this is mildly refreshing on a particularly hot day. Keeping a few frozen mammals around might be quite enjoyable... hm, but I have other plans for this one, I think."\n\nYou suddenly feel new pressure on the back of your neck, the sensation of something piercing your skin. Your vision blurs, then goes black. When you come to, you're flopped on your stomach in something wet and cold. Gasping in a lungful of frigid air, you scramble to your feet and look around... there's nothing but snow, rocks, and snowy rocks as far as you can see. The sky is dark and starless, and the only reason more snow isn't coming down hard is that the wind is blowing hard enough to keep it swirling around and flitting through the air. You look down at yourself to see if your skin color's back to normal, then stare. Your skin is white again, yes, but your body's more obviously muscular, probably a bit taller if you had to guess. But more striking than that is that anywhere you originally had noticeable hair follicles... your arms, your legs, the backs of your hands and feet, and your crotch, all of them are now covered in a thick layer of white fur. Your fingernails have become formidable claws, and patting at your head finds that your hair, too, is now thick and white, and the odd feel in your mouth, confirmed with your tongue, says that a number of your teeth have sharpened.\n\nAs you're wondering how you got here and what happened to you, there's a flicker in the air, and a translucent orange hologram of Doctor Ceratops, fully life-sized, appears in front of you. "Your designation is now Test Subject #001881," he says in an almost bored tone. "Since you seemed so interested in freezing things, I've decided to place you in Testing Ground #987 for the latest experiment there. Since it would be pointless to drop a particularly weak mammal such as a human where they'd only die before ever regaining consciousness, you have obviously been altered to survive in your new environment. You have many of the benefits of more predatory mammals now, so let's see how you fare using them. To incentivize you to participate, I direct your attention to this."\n\nHe holds out his hand, another hologram appearing over his palm. At first you think it's some sort of pterodactyl toy, but then you realize it's a ship schematic. "Somewhere in Test Area #987 is this spacecraft. Its autopilot is programmed with a number of coordinates relevant to the interests of the various participants in this test. Because you didn't think you were the only one, did you?" he adds, raising one brow ridge as he lowers his hand, the schematic disappearing. "No, there are a number of other test subjects here, either willing ones of my own choosing, or unwilling ones like yourself. The one who finds the shuttle earns their freedom... or my favor. So if you want to leave... or perhaps begin to harbor greater ambitions... then you had best get to finding it. Will you comply with this testing protocol?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Very no.|GGSR10ax1]]

"How about that Doctor Ceratops guy?" you suggest. He's a doctor, after all... heck, a scientist by the sound of it. How tough can he really be? \n\n"I'm sure that'll work out great," Ydoncha mutters, looking back at the controls. You're kind of hoping she'll clarify that she really means it, so you're a little startled when instead she says, "We've pinpointed where his latest hideout is. I'll beam you onto a stealth flyer with the coordinates programmed in, and a quick briefing program."\n\n"Er, 'kay." You step onto the pad, and a blink later you're standing in a small cockpit that there's just barely room to be upright in. Stooping a little to get away from the feeling of the ceiling being so directly overhead, you move forward and sit down in one of the two cockpit seats, staring at the sight of the stars starting to move, then stretching and streaking past just like a particular TV show. Wow, what a coincidence! You'd probably enjoy the sight a little more if you weren't still a little troubled by the implications of Ydoncha's reply to you saying you'd take this mission. Instead you decide to focus on reading the briefing.\n\nOkay, so Doctor Treize Ceratops is a Saurian... to judge by what you've seen of the naming schemes around here, that must mean he's a dinosaur person. The file notes that he's a Saurian Supremacist... that he thinks the further you get from being a dinosaur, the less worth you have, or something like that. He apparently especially hates mammals, and considers them like rats... well, lab rats. In addition to the crimes Ydoncha mentioned, he's wanted for a <i>ton</i> of violations of laws pertaining to genetic engineering, cybernetic enhancement, and other 'forbidden techniques', and applying them to unwilling subjects (mostly mammalian ones). Yikes, this guy does sound like he could be bad news. Apparently he's never actually been captured, either... maybe that's what Ydoncha meant, he's slippery or something, always runs. Well, you'll give it your best shot anyway, if you don't manage to snag him it still counts as a mission, right?\n\nAfter you've been reading for awhile, the motion of the ship changes, and the stars stop streaking by. You look up to spot an almost entirely green globe hanging in the starscape ahead of you... this must be the place. The console in front of you blips, asking whether you want to risk setting the cloaked ship down right on top of Ceratops' hideout, or instead somewhere nearby in the jungle so you have fewer chances of being detected.\n\n<hr>\n[[Land on the hideout.|GGSR10x2]]\n\n[[Land in the jungle.|GGSR]]

"Look, there's nothing to be afraid of," you say calmly, partly to cover up the fact that your heart is still pounding from that surprise as well. "But fine, let's go back to the house, we'll tell the boys we heard a-"\n\nYou're interrupted by a long, rising loo from deeper in the woods, every single hair on your body sticking up almost simultaneously at the sound of the eerie howl that carries on the breeze... and is quickly answered by several others.\n\n"..." Leslie stares over her shoulder for a moment, before grabbing you by the front of the shirt and shaking you. "I THOUGHT YOU SAID THE LAST WOLF SIGHTING WAS IN 1927!!!"\n\n"I-i-it wa-a-a-as!" you answer with your head bobbling back and forth, then giving her a sheepish grin once she's stopped. "... Could be a pack of feral dogs?"\n\n"Feral <i>dogs</i>?!" Leslie shrieks, staring at you with wide eyes before her head snaps to the side at another howl. "We've gotta get out of here!"\n\n"Don't panic, don't run, if they hear or see something running they're just gonna chase us harder," you say with a calm you don't really feel, grabbing her arm and starting a fast walk back the way you came. "Besides, they sound a long ways o-" As if just to mock you again, the next howl comes from much, much closer... close enough that you suspect that if there weren't all these trees around, you'd be able to see the source. There's also something about it that definitely doesn't say 'dog' to your primitive hindbrain.\n\nLeslie goes pale and stiff, rooting in place for a moment. You're fairly certain she doesn't even notice as the crotch of her shorts darkens and liquid begins running down her inner thighs and spattering to the ground. Her teeth are actually chattering as she says, "D-do you hear th-that?"\n\n"Y-yeaaah, it was pretty close, maybe-"\n\n"No! Not that! Under that! I can hear it now! Listen!" she hisses, hunching in towards you.\n\nNow that she's gone quiet you can hear it too, a lump rising in your throat and your own bladder threatening to rebel. It sounds like...\n\n<hr>\n[[... panting.|GGWW11x3]]\n\n[[... claws on wood.|GGWW]]

"Exploring the country and seeing what I can learn does sound pretty fun," you muse aloud. There's some vague realization that this would mean leaving your family and friends behind with them possibly never knowing what happened to you... ... but eh.\n\n"Oh, I imagine it would be! When I first started out, I considered becoming a roving witch... ah, being in a new place each day, new opportunities for mischief and victims, no schedule or responsibilities but your empty stomach and your stiff cock." Tandy squeezes Mandy's ass as she reflects on the thoughts of yesterdays gone, before giving it a light smack as she continues. "Buuut I knew what I wanted to do, and ultimately didn't see any point to putting it off. Now, I'll go put you together some things," she continues, lifting Mandy up off of her cock before she stands. "Why don't you dump a load in my cute assistant here so you'll be able to fit into your pants comfortably?"\n\nYou grin as the solemn-faced woman walks over and, without a word, straddles herself, your hands grabbing her ass and hauling her down as she slides down on your cock with only the slightest 'mmf'. "Thanks, I really appreciate this," you answer, even as you begin thrusting your hips up hard, fucking up into Mandy's already cum-filled cunt as the expressionless girl rides you with body motions of long experience and a look of mild boredom.\n\nBy the time Tandy returns, you've actually dumped two loads into Mandy, and lift her up to let your half-soft cock slip out of her amidst a spurt of cum. Tandy proffers you a damp towel to wipe down with, before starting to pass you articles of clothing... loose, durable black pants with a number of pockets (no panties, but apparently that's not a big deal... heh, probably just slow you down out there), a navy blue hoodie, some fairly hefty socks and a pair of sturdy boots, and a brown leather messenger bag that Tandy holds up instead of handing right to you.\n\n"Now, I've put some basic magic books, a few minor magic items, a handful of mundane helpful items and a little bit of money in here. Other than that, you're on your own... fending for yourself is, after all, a part of being a witch on the road! Oh, one important thing." She lifts a side flap and takes out something that looks like a plastic recreation of one of those extra-large Tootsie Rolls. "This is a summoning wand. Activate it by pressing this button here, and Mandy will pop over to you as soon as she's available. Now, while I know her holes are quite nice, dear, what this is meant for is when you have something or someone to give me. I'll authorize a set of rewards Mandy can give you, she knows what things are worth. So, you know, if you find anything you think I'd like... artifacts, interesting new candies, people... and you've got them ready to turn over to someone, just summon Mandy up, she'll pop over to take possession, and give you your reward."\n\n"Huh, neat," you acknowledge, taking the bag as Tandy actually proffers it and looping it over your head and shoulder. "So basically if they're all ready to hand over and only then?"\n\n"Yes, dear, please don't put my dear Mandy in any danger by calling her up to help you take possession of something or get you out of a jam, I'd be rather cross." Tandy's eyes glitter for just a moment, and even though she's smiling you definitely get the sense you don't want to make her cross. Not at this point in your development as a witch. "But nevermind! Here, let me help you get started. I've got a teleport set up for... well, not exactly this sort of occasion, but it will work for this. So, off you go, enjoy, see you later!"\n\nWith that she snaps her fingers, and you abruptly find yourself standing in the middle of nowhere. ... Well, not strictly the middle of nowhere. There's a decent paved two-lane road behind you and some signs of fencing nearby and structures off in the distance, so you're not entirely removed from civilization. The air is a bit cool so you figure you're somewhere in the northwest... other than that, who knows, Tandy apparently didn't include your phone with your new clothes or things so you can't check your GPS. "... Eh." Shrugging a bit, you pick a direction largely at random and start walking along the side of the road, fishing a small leather-bound volume out of the bag and starting to read as you walk.\n\nThe beginner's magic book is actually quite informative, and you have no real problems understanding it... it's like your brain's hungry for the information, soaking it up greedily like a bit of dry garlic bread going for the last smears of slightly too watery marinara sauce. (Your mother is not great at Italian cooking.) Minor mental changes seem to be pretty easy... 'Jedi Mind Trick' level stuff, on those who are weak-minded or not expecting it. It's also apparently easy to induce states that people (and creatures) naturally fall into anyway, like hunger, greed, horniness, fear, and so on with it becoming more difficult the less the emotion suits the situation. Apparently transformation magic is also surprisingly easy... as long as no one's around to see it. Apparently it gets harder the more people are around and the more public the venue is, or the more out-there you want to make the transformation. \n\nYou continue walking and reading, learning those spells and a handful of other related ones, until you realize it's starting to get dark. Paying a bit more attention to your surroundings again, you realize nothing's really changed... if anything it seems a bit more remote, with mountains faintly visible in the distance. Hm, it'll be full dark soon, unless you missed your guess, and you suppose it would be wise to decide what to do with yourself for the night, since Tandy didn't plunk you down near a hotel. You take a longer look around, and notice that a bit of the way off the road, someone's built a campfire... the dimness of the evening and distance is just enough that you can't see them clearly, but hey, a fire's a fire. You also notice that way back behind you, there's a set of headlights on the road for the first time since you got on it. You could probably catch a ride, if you tried.\n\n<hr>\n[[Approach the camper.|RoadWitch1x2]]\n\n[[Hitchhike.|RoadWitch]]

"Let's do the VR training," you answer. "I mean, is it gonna be like that movie I sorta-kinda remember, where I lay in the chair and you upload stuff into my brain and I just get even more badass than before?"\n\n"You will be laying in the chair, the rest of what you have said is unnecessary," Mavis answers, in a very slightly annoyed tone that makes you make a face. "Mistress Cyan has already granted you a considerable amount of her skills via the partial mind upload. The rest can be assisted by the programs in your implants, this will merely familiarize you with them and help you understand their activation."\n\n"Alright, alright, sorry," you grumble. "Geez, I only got out of a cyber-brothel like ten minutes ago, give me a break."\n\n"I will tender you all the 'slack' I find you to be due. Now, please assume a comfortable sitting position, and when you are ready to begin, say 'Link on' so that I may initiate the training dive."\n\n"'Kay, 'kay." You mutter a bit as you look around the room, noticing that there is a sort of dentist-chair-like seat that you can settle into. "Wow, comfy," you murmur. You vaguely understand the chair's entire design... Cyan must have made it, you figure. Settling your head back, you announce, "Link on."\n\nYour vision goes white and you briefly feel like you're falling, lurching a little as instead you're abruptly standing in a white expanse with a faint shadow around you to give some definition. "This is the loading construct, where we begin training simulations," Mavis's voice announces, though now it's coming from all around you, making you reflexively turn back and forth trying to see if she's actually there, though you've no idea what she would look like if she was. "We will begin with the basics, such as providing you a simple set of training gear and activating your HUD implant."\n\nYou have the distinctly odd sensation of clothing... well, 'crawling' over you is the only way you can describe it, appearing on parts of your body. The tight, slightly shiny tanktop and panties slide over your bare chest and crotch, while your legs are sheathed in something that looks more like double-thick thigh high stockings than anything else. A harness clicks into place over your torso, framing your pert black-clad breasts and wrapping around your waist, a sleek pistol in a holster appearing strapped to your right thigh. Fingerless shoulder-high gloves much like the stockings slide over your arms, though you see several small silver points and faint LEDs across their surface. You lift your hands and look at them, then blink as lines and text appear in your vision, highlighting certain parts of your gear when you look at them. "Whoa," you whisper.\n\n"Indeed. This is standard VWA issue equipment, slightly less than what your clearance entitles you to, but adequate for training and learning purposes. The series of simulations you will be put through are not intended to perfectly mimic reality... instead, we may speak to each other freely. They will be more like a series of discussions between us with a highly detailed visual aid component... when I present you with a situation, you will tell me what you think is the ideal way to overcome such a situation, and then together we will attempt to implement your choice. This will train your implants to assist you with carrying out similar situations in the future. If you make an incorrect decision, after you have experienced the results of that decision, I may 'reset' you to an earlier point so you can instead choose another path. Are you ready to begin?"\n\n"Yeah, let's go," you answer, rolling your shoulders. "I am the very best ever at video games! I'm pretty sure! Video games and pleasuring cocks!" You pause, then sigh and shrug. "Yeah, basically all of that, okay, let's go."\n\n"Very good." There's a flickering of the white expanse around you, and it's replaced with a nighttime view of a sleek, shiny four-story building surrounded by a tall white wall topped with angled bars, between which are glowing red lines of lasers (you assume they're lasers, they're awesome like lasers). A pair of guards are standing at the front gate, looking like some sort of fan concept Stormtroopers and holding rifles. They're ignoring you, despite the fact that you're only roughly ten feet or so in front of them and out in the open. "On the fourth floor of this facility, in an office on the east corner, is a data specialist that Mistress Cyan wishes to make loyal to her. Obviously to accomplish this you must reach her without being captured or killed. What is your first step towards doing so?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Jump the wall!|Chocola]]\n\n[[Jump the guards!|Chocola]]\n\n[[Jump... the gun much?|Chocola1x2]]

Sitting on your ass and staring at security monitors for six hours a night sounds like relaxing, easy money. Surely the bit about "courage" is just because it will be dark and quiet in the restaurant after hours... not something you're unfamiliar with, you've done this sort of gig before. You write the temp agency back telling them you'll take the Fast Felipe's job, then go to shower and shave. A quick drive to the agency to pick up your uniform (consisting of a logo-bedecked grey hat and an obviously used overshirt reading 'Security' on the pocket), the keys, and sign some contracts, and you settle in to wait for the time to head over.\n\nOnce you enter the restaurant, it's obvious it's been officially closed for awhile. The smell of old, cheap Mexican food and cleaning agents lingers in the air from the obviously recently-departed cleaning staff. There's not a soul in the building, or at least none that answer your calls. Shrugging, you move around to the various entrances and exits, insuring that they're locked. You have to admit, it's kind of creepy in here with almost all of the lights off, nothing but the occasional dim running light to provide just enough illumination for you to not bump into anything. The outdated, bordering on antique arcade cabinets are silent and dark as you pass through the main entertainment room, pausing briefly to look up at the stage.\n\nThere's the main attraction, Fast Felipe and his Feisty Friends. The animatronics are obviously old and rather worn, with the chain having fallen on hard times, unable to revamp the characters regularly like a lot of the competition. So the mascots are not only rather dirty-looking, the molded foam material stained here and there, in some places even torn enough to show bits and pieces of robot endoskeleton, but they're horribly outdated in style. Fast Felipe is from such a more accepting time he's probably bordering on full-out racist by some standards nowadays... a fat Mexican mouse with a sombrero and handlebar mustache, a pair of bullet bandoliers slung across his chest. The section of his padding that forms his large gut has separated from the rest of his body somewhat, the cloth stretched and even ripped here and there, making it look more like a beer gut than jolly plumpness.\n\nYou're pretty sure that during the chain's hayday, they added a bunch of characters, but this place can obviously only afford to keep three besides Felipe running. There's Chichi Chalupa, who's obviously meant to be a chicken, her white exterior showing a number of dark stains, the red rubber comb flopping to one side from the top of her head having a lot of nicks and what looks like a bitemark taken out of it (geez, kids can chew through anything, like rats). You're pretty sure the colorful Mexican poncho reading "100% White Meat!" is newer than the original animatronic, but it's worn and stained too, though you notice it falls over a rather voluptuous (and yet still chicken-like) figure. To Felipe's other side is Boomer the Hound Dog, a dog character in denim overalls that are undone on one side, a piece of plastic straw jutting from one side of his mouth. Time has worn the already droopy features in more, cloth and foam that have lost their firmness making him look positively morose... though in the deep shadows now cast on his face, it's more like he's glowering angrily down at you. The fuzzy sheath that once covered his tail has been lost, with someone having jammed a large cork on the tip of it as the only apparent attempt to keep any kids from putting their eye out running into him. And in the back is probably the newest animatronic, the last one added before the whole franchise hit the skids: B. Awesome Dinosaur. You're not sure if the B. stands for something masculine or feminine, in this case... the hot pink color (faded into a more pastel shade now) would make you lean towards, like, "Betty", but then the obvious character influence would shift you towards... a guy's name starting with B. Built with more points of articulation and a better range of motion than the others, B. Awesome has obviously been the victim of plenty of kids picking at loose cloth, leaving him with only molded sections of foam around his major body parts, all her joints revealing functional machinery beneath trailing scraps of pink felt. \n\nFeeling steadily more uncomfortable under the staring, unseeing plastic eyes of the foursome, you quickly turn and head to the back of the restaurant where you were told the security office would be. It's easy enough to find it, with a pair of hallways leading to large doorways, windows looking into the office to one side of either door. Inside is a small, cluttered office with a single rolling chair facing a bank of old CRT monitors arranged on a desk. You do a brief double-take at the gleaming metal animatronic skull sitting on the middle of the desk... is <i>that</i> what the mascots look like under all that foam rubber, felt, and spandex? It looks like something out of Terminator! You settle into the chair and roll yourself up to the desk, noticing the clock that reads 11:45, and that all of the screens are currently showing white static. You fiddle with the switches at the bottom of them, discovering the various places they look in on... main room, dining room, kitchen, service room, the hallways... and also that, for some reason, only one of the monitors will work at a time. Weird setup.\n\nAs you continue trying to get the system to properly display all the camera feeds at once (or at least verify to yourself that it won't), the clock slowly progresses as it's wont to do. At 11:50, you notice a flicker of light and glance at the skull, then yelp and shove the chair back as its mouth moves, an exaggerated yawn sounding from the obvious speaker at the back of its "throat".\n\n"Oh look, fresh meat," the skull comments in a rather tinny voice. It sounds quite amused, its natural grin giving it a mocking look as it turns slightly to look at you. It also looks to have several vertebrae that are attached to the desktop, allowing it to move around like that.\n\n"Hey... are you..." You frown, glancing around. "What, are you somewhere else in the building, talking to me from this? When did you get here?"\n\n"Nah, muchacho, I'm the real deal," the skull replies. "See, all of the animatronics here work on advanced AI. Hard to believe, I know, but it's true... and you'll see for yourself here in just a few minutes, if you don't believe me. My name's Robert... I'm sort of here to help newbies through the night. If they last."\n\nLooking skeptically at the talking, leering metal skull, you scoot your chair forward. "Why would I not last? The weirdness of a talking robot skull aside."\n\n"Well like I said, all the animatronics work on advanced AI, programmed by a real wackadoo back in the seventies. During the day they're perfectly in character, their programming on how to act around kids is so strong it keeps them from bugging up. Same for how they return to default charging position right at closing time, it's part of the base programming," Robert continues to explain, his metal teeth clacking together as he speaks, causing an eerie rhythm to underly the words. "But right about midnight, they activate in 'free roaming' mode. When that happens, well, all the little programming glitches, sparks of free will, and frustration of the last forty years or so is allowed to run rampant up until six in the morning, when 'ready positions' programming kicks in again."\n\n"So... you're trying to tell me they turn into <i>psycho killer robots</i> for six hours a night?" you ask incredulously, shaking your head.\n\n"Hey, if you can't trust a disembodied animatronic skull, who can you trust?" Robert seems to grin wider. "But seriously, muchacho, I'm about the only friend you've got in this world right now. See I'm still sane, because I don't have all the extra built up bugs and programming a body introduces. I've just been sitting in here talking to temps since 1987. So if you wanna live through the night, you better listen to me."\n\n"Assuming this is all true... how do I live through the night?"\n\n"Well, there's a lot of different ways. One thing is, you've gotta be careful... this place has been about half a payment behind on its power bill since the Reagan administration, so there's not that much to use during the night. You've gotta use your cameras sparingly, that's why only one will come on at a time. Same thing with the security doors to either side of ya... you've gotta wait 'til one of those crazy bots is practically on top of ya to close 'em, basically. Don't worry, they'll get bored and wander off again after a minute or two. Oh, and there's one more thing, too."\n\nYou're already not liking the sound of this very much, eyeing the gaping doorways with much greater trepidation than before. But you dutifully prompt, "Yeah?"\n\n"Basically, all the built up programming results in what one temp called 'primal needs behavior'. In other words, the animatronics emulate basic animal drives, as interpreted through a lens of this fast food hellhole we're in."\n\n"Primal needs? So, like... shelter and food?"\n\n"No, they've got shelter, they know this place is their home. Nah, muchacho, food's one of 'em, but the other involves a different basic lifeform drive that you meatsacks are obsessed with."\n\nYou stare uncomprehendingly at Robert for a few moments, then blanche. "<i>Fucking</i>?!"\n\n"Got it in one, muchacho! The temp that figured this out couldn't manage to fix their program or suppress the 'primal needs', but he did manage to install a switch that'd let you choose between the two. Now, either one you choose, these robots play rough, and they'll most likely still be violent and murderous on top of whatever need you choose. Sometimes they even like to try and 'make friends'... which usually involves stuffing you in a mascot suit, which depending on the suit they pick can be fatal all on its own. So if you don't manage to keep 'em out, you're likely to kack it either way... just depends on whether you'd rather be chomped to death or boffed to death." The skull gives an electronic snicker, then says, "So what should I set 'em to, muchacho?"\n\n<hr>\n"[[Hunger, I guess.|MikeFiesta]]"\n\n"[[Horny, I suppose.|MikeFiesta1x1]]"\n\n"[[I don't believe any of this! I'm sitting right here and doing nothing!|MikeFiesta]]"\n\n"[[I believe all of this and fuck that, I'm out of here!|MikeFiesta]]"

"Hm." You absently scratch at your side, ignoring it as she gives you a disapproving look. "I mean, I did just spend a little over forty-eight hours fucking a girl's brains out while she shrieked and begged me for more."\n\n"Really," Dr. Davis says flatly, giving you an even more annoyed expression.\n\n"I mean, I did think it was kind of odd how my cock turned into something out of porn and I could just keep going, and going, and going, and she was all 'You own me, you own me, I worship your dick'," you continue, shrugging.\n\nDr. Davis sighs heavily, rolling her eyes. "Young man, you are clearly suffering from <i>some</i> sort of ailment, but I don't think it's appropriate for you to use this as an excuse to brag about your no doubt heavily fictionalized exploits in the bedroom. I sincerely doubt that as a symptom of whatever ailment you have, you've suddenly turned into some sort of sex god. And I certainly doubt that's a symptom you could prove to me."\n\nA matter of seconds later, she's laying on her back on one of the beds, legs hauled up to frame her bared tits which are jiggling with your thrusts, the metal bed frame creaking under the two of you rhythmically as you pound down into her in a full breeding press. "Oh yes oh yes oh fuck fuck me fuck me fuck me!" Dana squeals shamelessly, the pretty, mature, no-nonsense doctor's full lips curled up in an utterly mindless smile, her eyes rolling as you slam her sodden pussy and drive her into the thin mattress. "Yes yes yes you own me, you own me, I worship your dick!"\n\nAbout half an hour later she lays insensate on the bed, arms and lower legs draped off over the sides of it, her whole body twitching lightly in aftershock orgasms as your cum dribbles out of her gaping pussy to slide down her taint and soak into her pulled-aside panties. You shrug a little as you tap a cigarette out of the pack you found hidden in the desk drawer and put it to your lips, taking a smooth drag on it despite never having smoked once in your life. 'She asked,' you think airily, breathing out a soft plume of smoke as you look over at the thoroughly fuck-addled doctor.\n\nYou frown a little though as your side itches... the other one. A glance down shows that there is indeed a new patch of black and red mottled skin there, and there are a few bits of it on your arms and, to judge by the faint itchy sensation, your back and neck too. You walk over and lean down, patting the somewhat insensate woman on the cheek. "Hey. Hey. Dana."\n\n"Mmmn?" She smiles angelically, only giving a squeak and rousing properly when you give one of her nipples a good hard pinch. "Ah, y-yes, what is it?"\n\n"Where do you live?" you ask, somehow not questioning that she'll answer you.\n\n"Oh, well, I'm supplied with a small but rather lovely home as part of my employment package with the university." Her face lights up a bit. "Would, ah, would you like me to show it to you?"\n\n"Yeah, put yourself together and let's go."\n\nOn the way to Dana's place, you send Cara a few texts giving her instructions and telling you the address to come to once she's gotten out of class and done what you've told her. Soon enough you're sitting on the couch in Cara's living room, lounging back and thoughtfully looking at a photo of her daughter and ex-husband while she dutifully worships your cock with her mouth, bobbing her head up and down it and occasionally brushing some hair back over her ear, the good doctor shamelessly nude on the rug in front of you.\n\n'This stuff definitely seems to be spreading, and I don't think it's any old skin condition,' you think, running your tongue over your shifted teeth, which definitely feel much more prominent and sharper. 'I need to figure out what it is. I need to figure out how to deal with this. I need to-'\n\nYou glance over at the sound of the front door opening and closing, and then Cara calling out, "Master? I have your money."\n\nThose two sentences send such a thrill through you that Dana actually gives a moan of surprise and pleasure as your cock grows thicker and harder inside her throat.\n\n'I need to enjoy the hell out of this.'\n\nSoon you're counting out stacks of bills, half your attention on that and half of it on the show Dana and Cara are putting on for you on the floor in the middle of the living room. Cara is suckling at the good doctor's breast and has a hand cupped over her pussy, pumping a few fingers into her, while Dana moans loudly and writhes, kneading the younger woman's full ass and grinding the fluffy-haired girl's pussy against her thigh. Yes, this is definitely the life, you think warmly as you set down another stack of hundreds.\n\n"My my, this is definitely the life, isn't it?"\n\nYou jump a little and look up and over towards the entryway, where Liam is standing at the entrance of the living room, hands tucked into his jacket pockets. Neither Cara or Dana seem to have noticed him, too intent on following your order to fuck each other for your viewing pleasure, or... something. Because you definitely get a far... stronger... sense of Liam now than you ever have before, like you're only seeing part of him but still faintly aware of what you're not seeing, to the point that you have to resist the urge to flinch as he strolls towards you. "Liam. Hi," you say, keeping your voice even as you watch him flop down on the couch near you.\n\n"Enjoying the pendant?" Liam asks brightly, actually making you flush a bit. Then he shrugs. "I mean, I let you take it, I figured something interesting might happen." He frowns a little as he looks at the two women entwined in their pornographic lesbianism on the rug. "Though I kind of wish I'd caught up to you before you got quite this far."\n\n"What do you mean? I mean... what's happening here?" you ask, something between annoyance, curiosity, and fear stirring in your belly.\n\n"Well it ought to be obvious by now, you're turning into a dragon," Liam answers, looking away from the girls to you as you start. "I mean, your scales are coming in, your claws are shaping, your fangs are growing, duh." He leans in a bit, tilting his head. "Been feeling the urge to gather wealth, hm? And to turn girls into your obedient fuckdolls? Or is the tabletop of money sitting in front of the campus loan shark and the campus doctor fucking each other just a coincidence?"\n\n"... Ah... okay," you say, glancing down at your bare chest and the now obviously scaly spots dotted over it, as well as the pendant. "I guess maybe I... am turning into a dragon?" Which is a very strange thing to say, but also the most likely answer at this point, so.\n\n"No maybe about it. You're turning into what we call a 'Black Harem Lord'," Liam says with a chuckle. At your blank look at saying 'we', he smirks, scales growing around the line of his jaw and down his neck while a pair of opalescent horns slide out of his forehead. "Raaaar," he coos, flicking his fingers in a catlike motion at you, slender digits now covered in pink scales and tipped with pearly claws. The partly dragoned Liam continues, gesturing idly as he says, "Basically they love to accumulate both wealth and beautiful slaves. To a Black Harem Lord, flesh is just as valuable as gold, and part of your power is drawn from the worshipful way that those you dominate view you."\n\n"Huh." You blink, glancing at Dana and Cara. "How about that," you murmur, still trying to come to terms with things.\n\n"The problem is that, like I said, I'd hoped to catch you a bit earlier. If you'd just had one slave, I could've worked with it, but two..." At your confused look, Liam shakes his head, smiling ruefully. "You have a <i>hoard</i> now, Gwyn. Two human servants is definitely a hoard for a Black Harem Lord, no doubt about it, especially one who's still forming up."\n\n"And that's... bad?"\n\n"It's bad because your hoard was started with something stolen from mine," Liam explains, reaching out to tap your chest a few times... or, more accurately, the pendant. At your shamefaced expression, he shrugs. "Look, like I said, I let you, and a dragon hoard is hard for a human to resist if they find it. But you still stole it. And a dragon who starts his hoard by stealing from another is... frowned on in dragon society. Not that there's a lot of us or that we have much of a society anymore, such as it is, but still. Things could be... rough... for you. If I'd caught you with one servant, maybe we could have worked something out, but two is an established hoard and you can't just make this socially right by paying me back."\n\n"So, what, they'll... try to kill me?"\n\n"No, they'll view you as lesser. As trash. Basically every single time you encounter another dragon, they'll try to push you around. Your life as a dragon will just be one long series of waiting to bump into the next dragon who will try to bully you, steal from you, or dominate you. It wouldn't be pleasant."\n\n"... So what can I do?" you ask, since he seems in the mood to be helpful, despite your earlier theft.\n\n"Mm. Well." Liam looks you up and down briefly. "It looks like the change hasn't settled in too deep yet. I <i>could</i> pull the dragon magic out of you and turn you fully back into a human. But you'd have to give up everything you've gotten since you started being influenced. That includes them, and that," he continues, pointing first at the girls (who have shifted into a full sixty-nine, moaning exaggeratedly into each other's pussies as they lick and nibble), then at the stacks of cash on the table. "And I don't mean just what's in front of you, I mean all of it, whatever else you've got stored, what's in your bank accounts. Ah, needless to say, you'll also lose that," he adds in an amused tone, reaching out to gently flick your still stiff and still huge prick with a finger.\n\nYou blush up to your ears, then make a face. "Do I have any other options?"\n\n"Mm, I could send you to another world, one where the rules aren't the same for dragons. Your Earth money wouldn't be much good there, but you could take your slaves, and the transition would probably complete your transformation into a full dragon much faster. You'd be starting practically from scratch, but hey, you'd be one of the biggest, toughest, most formidable creatures in existence, coming into his own with a host of magic spells in addition to the physical prowess. I think you'd do okay for yourself, as long as you can live without Chinese delivery and Netflix. I know I wouldn't want to go back to that, though," he adds, making a bit of a face himself.\n\n"So those are my only options? Give it up and go back to being... just plain, ordinary Gwyn, or exile?"\n\n"I mean I'm not <i>forcing</i> you to choose either, you can still stay and do as you like here, I'm just warning you of what it'll be like for you, in that case."\n\n<hr>\n[[Become human again.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Go to another world.|GwynDI1x1]]\n\n[[Tough it out.|GwynLiam]]

An actual genie's lamp? Or, rather, the thing that inspired the whole idea of genies and lamps? You stare at the gleaming golden thing, amazed that such a thing is in a private gallery, let alone your aunt's private gallery. You're also overcome with a wave of nostalgia and childlike glee... oh sure, it's much sleeker and more angular than the fat round thing from Aladdin, but it's still the genie's lamp! Unable to help yourself, you pluck it from the pedestal and tuck it into the crook of your arm, rubbing at it with the palm of your hand just like Aladdin first did.\n\nYou feel something strange at your feet and look down curiously, wondering if Aunt Kelly got a cat that she didn't tell you about. Your eyes widen as instead of a cat rubbing against you, you realize that the odd fuzziness and pressure you felt was from your feet dissolving into a cloud of thick electric purple smoke! You scream as the effect quickly passes up your legs, the smoke swirling and rising upwards, spiraling in tornado-like fashion towards the mouth of the lamp. Your lower half is already being pulled inside while the rest of you is being turned into smoke, leaving you still floating there holding the lamp up until your arms and head dissolve along with the rest and are sucked inside.\n\nYou rematerialize in the middle of the most stereotypical "harem room" you think you've ever seen... bunches of hanging silk sheets, pillows everywhere, everything in bright colors. You look down at yourself to see if you're solid again, then yelp and try to cover your crotch and chest. Someone's stolen your clothes! In their place all you're wearing is a translucent purple loincloth (the kind that's just a pair of flaps), and a pair of golden disks stuck over your nipples. Unfortunately you can't even cover yourself properly, as you discover with a wrench and a clank of metal that you're wearing manacles on your wrists and ankles.\n\n"Hm, you look like maybe... late twentieth century? Somewhere around there? Man, we keep getting more and more of you guys, let me guess, you saw a Disney movie?"\n\nYou jerk your head up at the sound of the voice, seeing someone lounging on a mound of pillows that definitely wasn't there before. You're pretty sure you'd have noticed someone with bright red skin and four arms. She's sprawled on the pillows, one hand bringing the mouthpiece of a hookah to her lips while the other three just lay out to the sides. She's got a criss-crossing blue silk top covering her breasts... all four of them... and a blue wrap around her hips a bit like a sarong, but that seems to be it. She looks at you with solid black eyes, silver-painted lips curling in a smirk.\n\n"You're supposed to read the inscription on the lamp if you want wishes. Just being curious and rubbing at it with your bare hands like a monkey winds up with you trapped in service. Like you've just discovered," the strange being continues, waving one of her hands at you (and your current getup).\n\n"This is insane! This is...!" you sputter, then just stomp a foot with a clink of chains. "Let me go!"\n\n"Sorry, no can do. You have invoked the wrath of the lamp and yadda yadda." The strange woman purses her lips and breathes out a cloud of rainbow smoke. "Couldn't just let you go even if I wanted to."\n\nYou scowl, still trying to figure out how to properly cover yourself, but after a few more attempts just giving it up and standing up straight. "And who are you, anyway?"\n\n"Oh, I'm just the being who's in charge of this particular little nexus of magic. Or was put in charge, or created to be in charge, or whatever. You need to understand, time and causality have very little meaning in this place." She puffs at the hookah a few more times. "But I do basically rule over it, and any poor unfortunate soul that winds up caught in here. So you can call me Majesty."\n\n"Right." You roll your eyes, then yelp as they actually pop out of your head and go rolling around like marbles, complete with glass-on-wood noises. Except you can still see with them! You wobble around at the insane input of two completely different tumbling perspectives, until suddenly they leap through the air and pop right back into your sockets, making you stagger backwards.\n\n"I'll thank you to keep down the sass in front of your omnipotent boss," Majesty says drly.\n\n"S-sorry. I'll keep it in mind," you murmur, rather sincerly, as you rub at your face with one hand. Dang.\n\n"Thank you. Now, here's how it works. You have two options for working off your debt, after which you not only get to go free back to where you came from the moment you picked up the lamp, but you also get one free wish. The first is that you can work off your debt as what you know as a genie... you go out into the world, summoned by someone who uses the lamp the <i>right</i> way, and grant them wishes."\n\n"Three wishes, right?"\n\n"Nope, as many as they want over time. You get popped back in here between times. Don't worry, you'll figure out how to amuse yourself, I'm sure. There aren't any 'rules' for granting wishes, either... your only limitation is that you can't undo the work of any being more powerful than yourself. Like, for instance, me." Majesty puffs on her hookah thoughtfully for a few moments before continuing. "Anyway, your service to your master ends when that master is no longer capable of using the lamp to make wishes... they lose the lamp, they die, they become perfectly content, that sort of thing. It may take as little as three masters to work off your debt, that may be where this whole 'three wishes' thing started. Or you could be stuck granting wishes to hundreds of them. It's a little unclear how the debt works, even to me... it'll be paid off when it's paid off."\n\n"So I won't even know when I'm <i>close</i>?"\n\n"'Fraid not. I will say that it seems like happy masters seem to be 'worth more' than unhappy ones... but then, some genies would rather make a million people miserable for their hubris than three people happy for it, so that's really sort of up to you."\n\n"I see. And what's the other option?"\n\n"One thousand years as my personal plaything." Majesty grins wickedly as she sees you draw back a little. "Oh, everything you're possibly imagining and far, far more dear. I have effectively unlimited power at my disposal within this little pocket universe. Things people in your world could never even conceptualize... though I'll admit the Japanese come pretty close. And I assure you, you <i>will</i> enjoy yourself... whether you want to or not. More than a few such servants have elected to stay... though maybe that's because after a thousand years of indulging my imagination, their minds can't conceive of going back to a normal life." She continues to grin, puffing out more clouds of prismatic smoke as you stare at her. "But at least you'd know exactly how long you had to go, and wouldn't have to worry about what could affect your time served. One thousand years, tough it out, boom, back to your aunt's little museum with a coupon for a free wish."\n\n"I... I see." \n\n"Mm, you don't yet, but you could. Anyway, those are your two options... [[become a genie|SamGenie1x2]] or [[become my toy|SamGenieplaceholder]]. Which will it be?"

You grin wickedly as you work on it. If you've got your settings right, this is possibly the meanest possible settings to use on someone. They'll all be constantly turned on, and practically forced to do whatever you (or anyone else) tells them to, but they won't actually want to do any of it and it will deeply shame them that it's giving them pleasure. It's... ... well it's the hentai anime girl setting, really, you muse as you finish your alterations and put them into place.\n\nThough the girls resume their chat and nothing about their clothing changes, you watch as their breasts enlarge noticeably beneath their clothing, and all of them gain flushed faces, shifting in place a bit, their conversation taking on a slightly nervous tone. They keep glancing at you in some mixture of expectation and worry, until finally Nabiki clears her throat. "Um, so, Eric, is there any... reason... you wanted to get us together?"\n\n"So I can do whatever I want to you," you reply bluntly, smirking at them. "How about for a start, the three of you get out of those clothes."\n\nAll three of them stare, then slowly stand and begin to obey, Akane looking absolutely furious even as she keeps her eyes downcast from you, Nabiki biting her lower lip as she pulls her shirt off and then starts peeling the one-piece down. Kasumi simply gives a downcast "oh my" before starting to undo her apron and unbutton her dress. Soon all three of them are standing in front of you, each doing her best to cover herself with their hands, until you give a forceful, "Hands down" and cause all three of them to quickly lower them to their sides, putting full bare breasts and unguarded pussies on display.\n\nStanding as well, you march down the line, looking at their flushed cheeks and the tears gathered in the corners of their eyes, humiliation written all over their faces. Smirking, you grab Akane's tits and knead them, enjoying the whimpery, protesting sound of her moan of pleasure as you roughly work the fat orbs over. "H-hey," she protests faintly, even as she does absolutely nothing to stop you.\n\n"What's the matter, Akane? Ashamed? Look at these fucking tits," you continue as you move over to her sister, grabbing Nabiki's breasts in similar fashion, your fingers sinking into the yielding flesh somewhat as she groans in protest and trails of arousal slide down her inner thighs. "All three of you were made to be fucktoys. All three of you are sopping wet too, so clearly you all know it."\n\n"I don't think that's-" Kasumi starts to protest faintly, only to cry out in pleasure as you reach over and slide two fingers into her sodden cunt, the tight walls fluttering and squeezing in orgasm around the digits as you stir them around.\n\n"And cumming from the way I'm treating you just proves it," you add with a bit of a laugh. "I guess you girls are right to be ashamed, hm?"\n\n"What... what are you going to do?" Nabiki asks hoarsely, panting a bit and unable to help shifting her shoulders to press her tit into the hand still grabbing it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make them put on a show.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Use them as cumdumps.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Show them they're animals.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Break them completely.|RanPP]]

They don't call it "Caster Edition" in salty online forums for nothing, and hey, who doesn't want to be effective? Might as well get the most bang for your buck (literally, if you take spells that do AoE fire damage or something). \n\nIt looks like the book mostly focuses on variant classes that do different things... most of them a little odd, really. You're not sure how the rules would even work on some of them, but then, casters are pretty crunch-heavy.\n\nOne archetype is the [[Apprentice|Mage1x1.5]]. Apparently they start out very low-powered, virtually an NPC class for the first few levels, but then rapidly gain power and abilities until they're even more OP than other casters by the high levels. One supposes that's the tradeoff for putting in the time.\n\nAnother is the [[Alteration Mage|GGMage3x1]]. Almost purely devoted to transformation spells, specifically those that involve changing one substance into another ("Flesh to Stone" and "Stone to Mud" are two examples they give). Apparently at high levels they can change pretty much anything into pretty much anything else, as long as it has at least something in common with the previous form, whether that be the shape, material, or type. They also get some other material creation and manipulation spells, it looks like.\n\nThird is the [[Neuromancer|GGMage]]. Hey, wasn't that a book series? You don't think you've ever read it though. But they seem to focus almost entirely on mind-altering effects. Heh, a wizard with Charm Person, that's pretty funny. But apparently their special class abilities focus on extending/intensifying the abilities of those sorts of spells.

Seizing on the pressure his little mistake has put on him, you decide to turn it up to put him further off guard, leaning in and saying in a whisper, "Well... m'lord, truth be told, I'm related by blood, but that would have been inconvenient to be known. When I was born my skin color was changed by magic, and this keeps me away from various enemies back at home, you see?"\n\nYou can see his discomfort intensify, also mingled with something like sympathy. "Ah. Ah, I see. Well, that makes some things easier, then, especially if he's not here. Is he...?"\n\n"I'm afraid not, m'lord," you answer with another curtsy. \n\n"Then you must come with us at once."\n\n"... Eh?" That makes you blink, certainly not a turn you were expecting things to take. Oh crap, what if war were declared...?\n\n"The Emperor has unexpectedly graced us with his presence last night. He was expected to arrive late this afternoon, and negotiations with the Drow emissary were to take place tomorrow so he could place his seal on them. But the Emperor has announced he will be leaving at noon instead... if he departs, the current deals we have will, by law, be discarded, and the Drow will have to begin negotiations anew the next time we open trade discussions. Since you are the emissary's daughter, then by our laws you may take his place in the final negotiations. So if these accords are to be made, you must come with us this very minute to the palace."\n\nYou seem to have stumbled into the midst of a diplomatic incident... or maybe even caused one. After all, if this guy had found no one at home, things might have gone different... but now he thinks he has a legal negotiator standing in front of him, so if you refuse, you're basically refusing on behalf of the Drow. Or at least that's what the humans will say when the emissary and his retinue actually turn up. Crap crap crap, what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with them.|GGRogue15x7]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGRogue]]

Hm, fewer variables with this, you figure... it is your first night out on your own, even if it is with a bunch of cool magical powers. You turn away from the road and head towards the fire, keeping up an easy pace.\n\nAmong the things improved by your transformation is your eyesight, so you can pick out the camper before they see you... she looks like she's a girl about your own age, with dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, wearing clothes not entirely dissimilar to yours and sitting near a pack... looks like she also prepared to go on the road, if not quite as thoroughly as Tandy prepared you. She has a dog with her... looks like it's probably part or mostly German Shepherd with maybe a bit of one or two other things in there. You can see its head come up and turn towards you as it probably catches a scent on the breeze, and you're briefly worried it'll get all ticked off... aren't dogs supposed to sense witches or something? ... Not your kind of witch, since all it does is sit there watching you approach and give a bit of a 'boof', making the girl look as well. Since you figure you're probably decently in sight now, you give a wave of greeting, and receive a tentative one in turn.\n\nYou can see her relax a bit when she realizes it's another girl her age, and once you get close she actually gives you a bit of a smile and says, "Uh, hey."\n\n"Hi. Mind if I have a seat?" you ask, gesturing to the fireside.\n\n"Oh, sure, go ahead. Um, my name's Jane." She gestures to the dog, who still seems to be sizing you up. "That's Dozer."\n\n"Cyan." You settle down to one side of the fire with her, unlooping your bag to set it down as well. You give her a bit of a smile and say, "I hit some, y'know, circumstances and had to leave home." Which is very broadly true, with the most bending of it being on the 'had to'.\n\nJane nods slowly, seeming to relax a little more. "Yeah. Me too. I mean..." She glances at the dog, her smile turning wan. "It sounds stupid, but my parents were moving overseas and they wanted to... send Dozer to a farm," she says, the bitter edge to her voice saying she didn't buy that he'd be romping through fields once they drove away with him. She looks back at you and gives a shrug. "I mean, it probably sounds stupid, but he's been with me literally as long as I can remember. I couldn't let them do that... the fact that they <i>would</i> just because it was easier and cheaper than the quarantine stuff made the decision a lot easier."\n\nYou nod, pushing a sympathetic expression onto your face. ... It's not that you're <i>un</i>moved, exactly, it's certainly the sort of situation that would have struck deeply before you were changed. You kind of get the impression that's mostly where any lingering sentiment over the story comes from, though, you knowing that you would have that reaction if you hadn't become a wicked witch. Ah, but speaking of being a wicked witch... what to do? You've found a lovely chance to try out your powers, and you guess the answer is that you can pretty much do whatever you want...\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her.|RoadWitch1x3]]\n\n[[Help her.|RoadWitch2x1]]\n\n[["Help" her.|RoadWitch]]

"Look, don't worry about it," you assure her. "You guys have all been more than decent to me, I have no complaints."\n\nShe nods slowly, and you sense that in part she's relieved. "Very well. In any event, we shall do our best to support each other against any discrimination we face in the future. And hopefully show that we are at least as trustworthy as any other band seeking a reward for their endeavors."\n\nEventually you settle back and go to sleep, Amana turning her gaze watchfully towards the woods.\n\nThe day starts with a breakfast by Bane that already has you looking forward to dinner, and the lot of you set out. "So how much farther to Kloffeld, anyway?"\n\n"Still a good few days, at least," Amana answers. "Its remoteness is both one of its drawbacks and one of the attractive aspects for its residents, and also why it could be any number of things giving them problems." \n\n"And before that, we'll pass through Rickity," Bane adds, chuckling. "It should be quite the new experience for you, my girl."\n\n"Oh? How come?" you ask.\n\n"Well, I doubt you've ever been to an adventurer shanty town before. Rickity has but a few permanent structures, and most of those are in such a constant state of being half-destroyed and hastily repaired again that it's hard to call them truly permanent. Most of the rest of it is tents, stalls, and wagons. Adventurers come through, merchant caravans pause and trade for awhile, sometimes people stay for an hour or they stay for years, but eventually just about everyone moves on again. It will be a wild place, so best to stick with one of us." \n\nThat night, as usual, Bane cooks an absolutely delicious if simple dinner, and then everyone but him retires to their tents. "So you're my company tonight, huh?" you say with a grin.\n\n"I do hope I shan't bore you to tears," he offers with a bow and a grin, before getting out his skillet again.\n\n"Er, are you going to cook?"\n\n"I thought I'd start preparations for dinner, yes," he answers breezily. "Since I'm going to be up for it."\n\n"Oh, right. I guess what we just had was 'supper', huh?" you say in an amused tone.\n\n"Correct," he answers breezily. "Care to join me, my dear?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure.|GGCentaur4x2]]\n\n[[Pass.|GGCentaur]]

"Why don't we try that path?" you suggest, pointing towards the one marked by a single star. "I mean, there's usually a single star that never changes position in the sky, right? The one that 'leads you home'?"\n\n"Not a bad bit of reasoning," Bane allows, nodding once. "Let's give it a try."\n\nThe lot of you set off down the tunnel, which slopes downwards gently but steadily, giving you a very real sense of going deeper and deeper into the earth as you follow its gradually winding path. The stone begins to darken bit by bit, as well as glistening damply... there's a strange smell you can't quite put a name to. Musty? Acrid? Citrus? Spicy? It's really hard to say but it somehow both makes your teeth itch and your nipples stiffen.\n\nEventually the tunnel opens out into a large dome-shaped room... with no exits. It's just a round area with the tunnel you just came in through as its only variation. "Strange, what was the point of all that?" Amana muses aloud as she lingers near the entrance, gazing around.\n\n"Could be a hidden door," Shae offers as she starts wandering around the edge of the cavern, eyes on the wall.\n\n"Or just a dead end," Bane says with a sigh as he wanders to the center with Thurkar at his side.\n\n"Waste of time," Thurkar grunts, shaking his head. "Let's hurry back."\n\n"Sorry, guys," you say with a frown, following them towards the center of the room. "But let's at least check it, otherwise I don't know why they'd-" \n\nYou cut yourself off, blinking at a faint cracking sound. From the way Thurkar's head twitches, you think he heard it too, but probably doesn't have any idea what it was any more than you do. What a strange sound, it definitely sounded like something breaking, but it wasn't like glass...\n\n<hr>\n[[Huh. Weird.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[... Jump!|GGCentaur8x2]]

Your roommate seems the obvious choice. It's not like you're super close but you think of him as a friend, and besides, isn't he in the science department? Maybe he knows how to pick locks! ... You're not sure how that tracks, but you're desperate.\n\nYou hurry back to your room, Allen glancing up distractedly from his computer. "Hey, man, how was-" Noticing your obvious agitation, he frowns and stands up, his tone turning serious. "Gwyn, what is it, are you okay?"\n\n"I... y-yeah, sort of, I..." You swallow hard, squirming in place. "So. Um. The date kind of went to a... b-bad place, and-"\n\n"Oh my God you killed her?!"\n\n"NO!" you blurt, eyes widening. "Why would you think that?!"\n\n"Oh. Well, it's just, you definitely don't seem like the type," Allen confesses, rubbing the back of his head. "And that's what they always say, 'he didn't seem like the type, always quiet and kept to himself'..."\n\nHearing you fit the profile of a serial killer is really not brightening your night. (Although you admit that there were a few times during the drive back that you considered ways to dispose of Saya's body.) Rubbing your face with both hands, you sigh and explain. "No... look, the guy who set me up said she liked to be in charge, but I guess I got a big head and <i>I</i> tried to take charge and apparently it pissed her off so she led me on and got me back to her place and... and she..." Hanging your head in shame, you undo your pants and pull them and your underwear down. You can see Allen visibly start and step back as you start to do so, before he goes still as the little pink cage is revealed.\n\n"... Huh." Allen just stares at it, rubbing the back of his head. "Uh, yeah, that's... the lock doesn't look too tough, though, should be able to-"\n\n"It's titanium," you mutter.\n\n"Oh. Oh yeah, that would be a problem." He shifts to rubbing his chin. "Even at that size that makes things tough."\n\n"Do you... I mean, you're like, a mechanical engineer or something, right? You can get this off of me?" you plead, looking up at him hopefully.\n\n"Er, maybe. I mean I've got some tools and stuff, <i>maybe</i> I could cut through the lock? Or we could talk to some of the other guys in the science building... Marius could maybe even talk to Saya and get her to give you the key, he's really good with people. Or Gavin, maybe, he's good with, ah, unorthodox solutions, he might have a better idea of how to get that thing off than I would."\n\n<hr>\n[[Have Allen do it.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[Ask Marius for help.|GwynSaya2x3]]\n\n[[Ask Gavin for help.|GwynSaya]]

There's no way you'll get to the steps or away in time, you're just going to have to do your best to tough this out! You run towards one of the gully walls, using more adrenaline-fueled strength than anything to go scrambling up the incline as much as you can. You're about halfway up when the chemical slaps against you and knocks you away from the wall. You do your best to keep your head above the surface, pumping your arms and kicking your legs hard. You force yourself partly with the current towards the side, grabbing for edges until you manage to grab the sidebar of a defunct ladder.\n\nYou grit your teeth, tightening your hold as much as you can, trying to draw yourself against the flow of the noxious, glittering stuff so you can hopefully wrap both arms around the pole. Then you hear a shout from nearby and risk a quick glance... it's Jade, also being swept along with the current, doing her best to swim as well but obviously having trouble. As she's spun around you see those green eyes lock onto you, pleading for help as one of her arms stretches out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Grab her!|Palladium3x2]]\n\n[[Don't risk it!|Palladium]]

More out of instinct than anything, you shove yourself out enough to stretch out your free hand and grab hold of Jade's wrist, feeling her latch her own hand tightly around yours. She's swung around and you can feel the drag of the current on her body threatening to pull you away. You grit your teeth, flexing your arms and willing them to hold on, even to move, not even noticing as the sky above opens up and rain begins pouring down. As you slowly pull Jade forward, you can feel her own grip start to go lax a few times, but every time it clamps back down almost bruisingly on your wrist. Finally you get her forward enough that you can both grab the pole with both hands, hanging on as the flow of chemicals gradually slows and begins to drop.\n\nFeeling exhausted and sore, you haul yourself up over the edge of the gulley and help Jade scramble up over it as well, both of you slogging through the rain with your clothes dripping and reeking. You're not sure if she's following you or you're following her, but eventually the two of you stagger into what looks like some sort of utility garage that had the side door left open, both of you finally collapsing to sit on the cold cement floor.\n\nJade pants hard, looking over at you. She starts to open her mouth as if to speak, then presses her lips together and glances away. Instead after a minute or two she mmfs, pressing a hand to her stomach and leaning her head forward. "I feel... weird."\n\nYou start to tell her that you've both just had a bath in some weird toxic chemicals, it's no wonder if the both of you feel sick, before you realize she didn't say 'sick'. And you realize that you don't feel sick either, but 'weird' definitely covers it. A sort of weird tightness in your belly that's spreading through the rest of your body, your muscles starting to twitch. "What was that stuff?" you groan, right before you let out a gasp at feeling all your muscles tense at once.\n\nA strange swelling sensation runs all through you as your twitching, tensed muscles begin to grow, your hands shaking as your fingers lengthen and hands get larger. Through the increasing strange sensations you see Jade collapsing forward onto her hands and knees, letting out a groan of her own as her body bucks and twitches, her snug black jeans starting to creak slightly as her legs and ass shift and grow beneath them.\n\nIn moments your lower shirt has become skintight as your muscles swell and your back lengthens. Without quite thinking about it you grab the front of your multiple shirts and yank, the cotton tearing like tissue paper at even that light tug, baring your newly broad, powerful-looking chest and further broadening shoulders. Your own jeans begin to creak and split at the seams about the time that Jade's much tighter ones shred into tatters, her panties briefly showing as riding up between thick, plump pussylips before they too snap at the waist and fall off. Your cock swells, getting longer and thicker, and coming spilling out to jut ahead of you, stiff, thick, and dripping pre.\n\nYou twist and grunt as inky black starts spreading across your skin, giving it a slightly shiny, almost rubbery look. You can feel a pressure in your mouth, all through your jaw as your lower face pushes out a little, your tongue growing broader and wider, and a flick against your teeth gives you a brief flash of pain and the taste of something coppery before that's almost immediately gone. Your hair bleaches white as it falls down your back, a pressure in your spin marking something like a fin pressing out from it. A similar one pushes up from Jade's back as her hoodie finally gets tight enough to shred off of her growing, muscular body, heaving, shiny black tits swaying beneath her as she breathes hard. A change of color catches your eye and you watch as her hair bleaches to white, but more shockingly her nipples and the pink flesh nestled between her rubbery black pussylips turns a bright green... actually, they seem to be glowing!\n\nSomething clues you in to look down, staring past your powerfully muscular chest and stomach to your jutting cock as the shiny black coats your heavy, dangling balls, making them firm up some as if they really were coated in a layer of stabilizing rubber, the stuff gathering around the base of your prick almost like a sheath. The skin of your jutting shaft begins turning that same brightly glowing blue color, the head lengthening and growing a bit more slender to give it a just slightly inhuman appearance.\n\nFinally the tense, twitching sensation passes, leaving you panting with the aftermath of the feelings. You look down at your large, now rather inhuman form, and equally large and inhuman cock. Then you look forward, seeing that Jade is still on all fours, panting, her glowing blue pussy aimed right at you... and a thick, clear goo running down from it and trickling over her rubbery, powerful thighs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her.|Palladium3x3]]\n\n[[Control yourself.|Palladium]]

Giving in to the almost animal need, your thin black lips pulling back from your sharp teeth, you move forward and grab hold of Jade's broadened waist and slide yourself into position, the almost pointed tip of your prick settling against her gooey entrance. Then you slam forward, shoving your massive glowing blue cock into her slick glowing green cunt. Far from any sounds of protest, Jade gives an almost growling moan of her own and thrusts herself back against you, muscular black rubber ass slamming into your muscular black rubber hips with a half-thunderous impact.\n\nYou begin pounding forward into her, leaned forward over her body, watching her powerful form rock back against you, fucking herself on your huge cock just as eagerly as you're pounding into her inhumanly-textured pussy. You can feel a strange pressure from deep in your crotch... not your balls exactly, but it's vaguely like the changes you went through, but this time you welcome it, reveling in the idea of becoming even more of a massive, virile fucking machine than you already are. That thought proves to be more true than you thought as a second long, tapering blue-glowing cock starts pushing its way out of your sheath, slipping along the cleft of Jade's ass, leaving smears of clear slime coating her glistening ink-colored skin.\n\nSimilarly you can see her already oversized tits getting larger as they sway and wobble under her, the glowing green domes of her nipples swelling in proportion. You reach down, grabbing at her tits with your massive hands, feeling them overflow your fingers as you squeeze and knead at them. Jade gives more growling moans, her pointed-tipped fingers curling against the floor, and rather easily penetrating the concrete, the polished stone cracking around the new holes.\n\nYou lean back again, briefly pulling back enough to aim your new, equally immense cock, then shove forward again, Jade yowling as you fill both her glowing green cunt and her slick black rubber asshole. Gripping her muscular hips you begin pounding forward as hard as you can, the impact of your hips against her ass filling the garage like small explosions while the floor under her hands and knees further cracks and shatters. She tosses her head, thick white mane flying, drifts of your own lengthened white hair occasionally swaying on front of your face as you pound away at her. Finally you slam forward, throwing back your head and letting out an actual roar as your cocks throb hard and begin spurting a thick torrent of cum deep into her holes. Jade gives her own, vaguely feminine bestial roar as her ass and pussy clamp around you, her cunt spurting more of that clear white gel that apparently serves as her arousal now.\n\nAfter a few moments, you pull out of her and stand up, your cocks swaying in front of you with her movements. Jade stands as well, thick, not quite organic-seeming white dripping out of her ass and pussy and splattering on the floor or running down her rubber-coated thighs. Her tits are at least twice the size of her head... but then all of her is quite large, easily over seven feet tall. And yet you're almost head and shoulders over her, even broader and more muscular than she is.\n\n"That stuff did a real number on us," Jade says, lifting her hands and giving her claw-tipped fingers a few flexes. "We look like some sort of weird... rubber sharks."\n\n"What do you think it was?" you ask, almost casually. You're having a hard time being unhappy with this change... maybe due to the lingering effects of two powerful orgasms at once.\n\n"No clue. But whatever it was... it made us big. And strong." She glances down at the small crater in the concrete where you fucked her, then grins broadly, lips pulling back from sharp, slightly too white teeth. "And sexy as fuck," she adds, lifting her tits with both hands before letting them drop and wobble. Then she steps forward and cups your black rubber sack, making you grunt quietly as she rolls her fingers. "Well hello, my four new best friends."\n\n"Hnnnf." You shift your shoulders a little. "Jade-"\n\n"Great Jade. Y'know, like 'Great White'. And you can be... Great Blue."\n\n"But I'm black," you protest, somewhat distractedly.\n\n"Yeah, but the greatest part of you is very, very blue," she coos, moving to stroke both of your cocks a few times before stepping back.\n\nYou huff, fighting against the haze of lust that had begun settling over your mind. "But what do we do now?"\n\n"Whatever we want. We can take what we want... fuck who we want," she adds with a smirk, clenching a fist. "We're big, tough, strong... I feel like I could carry a bank vault out on my shoulders or something. Blue, we could be fuckin' supervillains!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Supervillainy sounds awesome!|Palladium]]\n\n[[No, bad idea.|Palladium]]

Maybe there's somewhere you can get away from this press of people. You just can't get over your nervousness that this will turn out like every other big open invitation party you ever tried to go to in high school, where inevitably someone will shout "Hey, Gwyn Stacey's here!" and provoke a flurry of laughter. You wander a bit more towards the edge, then notice that there's a sign put up on a door that reads 'To Game Rooms'. Ah, that should be better. You head through, the sound from the main area almost instantly cutting off as the heavy door closes. \n\nIt looks like this is normally a set of small computer labs and study rooms but has tonight been transformed into, well, gaming rooms. Still, most of them are empty, with a few people playing a shooter in one of the computer rooms. You wander down the shortish hall, and are a bit relieved when you spot someone at least moderately familiar... Cal. Stepping into the room, you for a moment watch him playing with what look like some 'artisanal' tinker toys or whatever you'd call something that looks a bit fancier and probably costs ten times as much before speaking up. "Hey."\n\nHe glances over, and it's actually kind of nice that he looks happy to see you. "Oh! Hey, Gwyn, needing to get away from the noise for a bit?"\n\n"Yeah. I'm not disturbing you, am I?"\n\n"Nah, nah, come have a seat if you want. I'm just fiddling." He waits for you to sit down before turning his attention back to the assortment of sticks and connectors, mming. "This is kind of how I brainstorm sometimes. I mean it's not a really good representation of the chemical bonds I'm trying for but it does help me think."\n\n"Oh, you're a chemist?"\n\n"Chemical engineer," he corrects, but at least he grins when he does. "I'm part of this school's program that develops high-end projects, actually, though this one's kinda... personal too, y'know?"\n\n"Oh?" You wonder if this is about to get awkward, like he's going to tell you that everyone in his family has supercancer or something. Which would be awful, but also you never quite know how to properly react to that kind of thing, so much much less awful but still not great for you.\n\nInstead he glances at the door, then gets up and goes over to nudge it closed. You eye the pudgy boy curiously as he settles back into his seat. "So, okay, you may find this difficult to believe, but I'm working on a genetic enhancement serum."\n\nYou stare at him. "Are you serious? That sounds like... superhero stuff," you say dubiously.\n\n"Hey, almost every new invention is science fiction at some point, right? You can't write something off just because it's in a comic book!" You can tell he's trying to keep his good cheer, but he also seems intensely worried about your reaction. You wonder why... except then he goes and tells you. "Listen, Gwyn, no offense but... I can tell you're like me. You've got, y'know... issues with people teasing you and treating you like crap because of the way you look, right?"\n\n"..." Having it stated outright like that is a little hurtful, but you can't really deny it either, so you just give a small nod.\n\n"The reason I'm telling you is that I understand! This is our chance to change everything!" he says excitedly. "I've been working on this project for two years straight and now I think it's finally ready for implementation! I just haven't told the admin. But if you're as sick of being treated like crap just for your looks as I am, we could finally do something about it!"\n\nHe... seems really serious. Could it be? Could you finally have an answer for all your years of trying to seem less girly and more manly? Maybe even more than that... superpowers?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to take part.|Gwyn5x2]]\n\n[[Decline the offer.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Try to convince Cal not to go through with it.|GwynCal]]

You'd feel kind of like a piece of shit if you had effectively infinite wishes at your beck and call and didn't try to bring back a dead party member, even if it was just a tabletop game. Here, where he was an actual person, and his friends are standing beside you, well. "Our party leader was killed when the Gobberlins attacked, I want him brought back to life."\n\n"Oh? You know, resurrection is a pretty hefty thing, as far as the universe goes, dear," the genie points out, putting her hands on her hips and leaning towards you, blue boobs wobbling a little and the gems in her nipple rings flashing in the torchlight. "Just as a heads-up."\n\nYou suppress a wince at the confirmation of what you were worried about, but your mind's made up. "No, I definitely want to bring him back."\n\n"Alright. Though I should point out, there are two ways to do that," she notes, holding up two fingers.\n\n"Two ways?"\n\n"First, I could do what you're likely thinking of, bring him back where he fell, fully healthy. Why, for just another small wish, I could fill him with heroic vigor, a blessing by the gods on his return that would allow him to fight through any odds to rescue his party members!" She makes an exaggerated dreamy face, then snickers and continues. "Or I could go a much more 'incidental' path. Who's to say that some time ago, the Gobberlins didn't come across a small stash of sex change potions? So, rather than killing your male party member at the outset, they hit him with that. Thus instead of dying, he'd be here with you now... just as a she, and in much the same state the rest of you are in. A small nudge of fate like that requires far less cost than a blatant hero's rise from the dead."\n\nYou glance at the others, but both seem to be waffling and watching you. No help there, you're on your own as to which to choose.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hero's Resurrection.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Nudge of Fate.|GGMonk]]

Oh well, even if it just makes some gross bubbles and tastes a bit bad, isn't that part of Halloween too? You empty the powder into the punch and give it a quick stir with the spoon, and are pleasantly surprised when the surface of the punch begins emitting a thick layer of hazy smoke. My my, it really is an improved product! You fill three little Halloween-themed plastic goblets with the stuff and then set them and the plate of cookies on a tray to carry them out.\n\n"Oh wow, what's that you've got?" Felicity asks, perking up as she sees the smoking drinks.\n\n"It's a new type of Halloween punch I bought and made, I was pretty impressed too," you confess as you set the tray down, then take a seat on one of the chairs since the girls are occupying the couch. All three of you take a first tentative sip, then almost simultaneously a longer one as it turns out to be light and fizzy, with even the fog having a pleasant scent and feeling against your face as you drink.\n\n"Wow, this is great, thanks so much," Selina chirps, both of them snagging cookies as well and starting to munch, Felicity being careful not to wind up with a mouthful of fur.\n\n"Not at all!"\n\nThe two chatter for a bit about the treats, as well as some of the other seasonal stuff they've tried lately, and some of the costumes they've seen others wearing (as well as the girls who get nasty and bully others about their costumes). There's eventually a bit of a lull, so you clearly need to pick up the conversation.\n\n"So have the two of you gone to any parties, or...?" you prompt.\n\n"Not really?" Felicity replies, nose scrunching a little. "We're not super party girls, so trick-or-treating is about it."\n\n"What about you, Holly?" Selina asks curiously. "Honestly I'd figure an adult like you would have a ton of parties to go to tonight."\n\n<hr>\n[[You felt like staying in.|HollyOct4ax1]]\n\n[[You wanted to see the trick-or-treaters.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[You did kind of want to party.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[You'd rather see something spooky.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[You'd rather get laid.|HollyOct]]

Nervous and afraid, you wait for the woman to approach, allowing her to press the injecter gun to your arm. Your vision quickly swims, and you barely have time to sit down on the floor before you fall, quickly dropping into sleep.\n\nWhen you come to, you're in an entirely different sort of room, this one starkly utilitarian with numerous tubes and pipes running along the walls, pieces of equipment with visible wiring and power chords gathered around. You're also still a large horse-man, and you find your arms and legs are encased in some sort of restraints coming from a large metal ring that holds you upright and roughly in a spread-eagled position. You're just as naked as you were, your long horselike cock dangling down and your balls hanging heavily. Your lengthened ears twitch at the sound of a clank from somewhere in the room, and the white-skinned girl soon emerges from behind a pile of equipment.\n\n"Oh, you're awake," she declares flatly, walking over. "I apologize for the state of this area, sometimes Science isn't always pretty at first. I imagine you have many questions. Unfortunately it looks like you don't quite yet have the hang of your new vocal chords... oh, also, I don't really want to answer your questions." She takes out her tablet and taps at the screen, and you can hear a few of the machines start up. "But I will tell you that we made some interesting discoveries while you were out. It would appear your body naturally filters almost all liquid intake and outputs it as Serum 47-B. We're not sure how yet, but Science will eventually clear that up. In the meantime, this will save us a signficant amount in production costs on further experiments involving 47-B, as rather than the costs of chemicals and operating machines to mix them properly, we only need these vastly more simple machines for running water through you."\n\nYour eyes widen as you realize what she's saying. They have no intention of curing you... instead they're going to use you as some sort of <i>factory</i>! Your horror rises in a distinctly different way as she steps forward and starts stroking your shaft, provoking sensations of pleasure, but not so much as a twitch or swelling in response. "Obviously it will be much easier to harvest liquid output this way. Oh, don't worry, you weren't going to be using it for anything else anymore. Let's get started, shall we?" She presses her tablet screen again, and a set of robot arms lowers down a long, thick black rubber tube with a blunt end. You toss your head in resistance, but another robot arm grabs you by the back of the head, forcing you to be still as the tube is pushed into your muzzle and then down your throat.\n\nYou gag on it as it's shoved deeper and deeper, wondering just how much of it they're going to force you to swallow. At least you can still breathe, somehow... something she did while you were out? But finally it stops shoving the tube down your throat, and instead you hear a low *chukkachukkachukka* and feel the tube shudder. You can even feel the faint vibration change against your lips and tongue as water starts rushing through the tube and into your stomach. Your six-pack abs slowly begin to lose definition as your stomach gradually swells out, sloshing with the volume of liquid being pumped into you.\n\nYou lose sight of the white-haired woman as she ducks down below you, but then you can feel something being slid snugly over the limp length of your cock, all the way up to the base of it. Then the suction starts, sealing the sleeve tightly around you and making you whinny muffledly around the rubber hose bulging your throat. You squirm and thrash in your bonds, but there's nothing you can do... for all your enhanced strength, they're solid metal! Finally you slump, ceasing to resist as your rounded belly wobbles and gurgles like a water balloon. Soon the pressure grows too much, and you let out a suppressed groan as you release.\n\nIt feels so good, like the best piss ever after having to hold it forever, a great rush coming out of you in a great stream of relief and pleasure. And then it just keeps going. It's like the water and your processing of it have hit an equilibrium that keeps you constantly gushing out a thick stream of nuclear yellow urine while your stomach gurgles and jiggles in front of you at your slightest move.\n\nLooks like this strangely pleasurable torture is your life now. Well, it was one of the only things you were ever good at anyway.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|MikeAppSoda2xEnd]]

You unsling your bow and nock an arrow to it, and even in the brief time period that takes the tentacles start fucking Shae and Amana faster and harder, their bodies bucking and lurching in the air with the motions of the tentacles violating their holes, perky green tits and full red tits alike bouncing and jiggling with thinner tentacles coiled around their bases. You try to find any sort of clear shot, the point of your arrow wavering back and forth as you attempt to figure out where to put an arrow that would even do any good.\n\nAs you're trying to choose a target, more tentacles move in, quivering around their captives' pussies, before a second tentacle, then a third, plunges into both, stretching them beyond wide, the writhing, plunging tips of all three visible in the adventurers' bellies, their cries growing louder... and, you notice, despite still shrieking protests, there's a distinct pleasured tinge to the pleas for mercy or help.\n\n"Ah, stop, stop it, hel-!" Amana calls, only for her word to cut off with a gurgle, her eyes rolling upward as her throat bulges, then a striped tentacle burts from her mouth, wiggling and pumping in the air, having gone all the way through from her ass. Shae's cries too become muffled as a pale length wobbles and bucks in front of her face, still seeming determined to fuck deeper into her despite having literally run out of victim.\n\nWincing at the cost of your delay, you finally sight on the tentacle wrapped around Amana's waist and move your aim down to its length before her. Maybe if you can get her at least a little bit free, she can support you with spellcasting (though you don't want to imagine the concentration check involved in casting spells while a tentacle is fucking your ass so deep it's coming out your mouth). You let the arrow fly, your aim true, the projectile whistling through the air... only to be slapped away before impact by one of the tentacles. These things are ridiculously fast! How did it even see you?!\n\nBut your attempt seems to have drawn its attention back to you, and it sends more tentacles writhing through the air. You fire off another two arrows, one actually meeting its mark, a pale wrist-width tentacle's top exploding in a strange mingled green-red blast of goo. But that's the last luck you have as plenty of others wind themselves around your arms, all four of your legs, and coil around your barrel as well as your human waist before hauling you out of the tunnel and into the air above, your bow dropping from your yanked-apart hands to splash into the goo below.\n\nMoving with more of that frightening speed, the tentacles quickly strip off all of your gear and toss it into the slime as well, your tits bouncing as the enchanted chainmail is rent asunder. You cry out as your pussy and ass are both abruptly stuffed full of tentacles almost as thick as the clydesdale's prick, and shoving in just as deep in that immediate thrust... and then continuing to thrust deeper and deeper as they start fucking you. You strain and try to buck in the grip, but the tentacles are stronger than you are by far... and either they're coated in something like an aphrodisiac or your body's just been accustomed to hard, mindless, bestial fucking, because almost instantly you're wanting to cum, your yowls tinted with ashamed pleasure as tentacles wind around your tits, squeezing them and flicking at your stiff nipples.\n\nApparently the creature is fascinated by your much roomier holes compared to Amana and Shae, and after only a few moments adds another two to your pussy... and another one to your ass, stretching it wider and sliding in just as deeply as the first in only a few thrusts. Your eyes roll up in your head and your tongue lolls out, cries rapidly growing incoherent as it just keeps adding tentacles to your horsepussy and thrusting deeper and deeper into your ass, a third tentacle joining the other two and seeming to have a competition over how fast they can wriggle and writhe deeper inside you.\n\nYou're fairly certain you have at least ten tentacles pumping away in your cunt and bulging your barrel by the time you can feel something pushing in the back of your throat. You've lost count of how many times you've cum, but you do so again as a striped tentacle pushes its way out of your mouth and writhes through the air in front of your face... followed by your jaw being forced to stretch as a pale tentacle pushes out as well, followed by another striped one. The three tentacles fucking you all the way through writhe and caress against each other as you're violated, apparently the creature's favorite toy of the three.\n\nDistantly, your mind hazed by pleasure and sheer intensity of situation, you notice something happening with the other two... the tentacles fucking them visibly through their stomachs increasing in speed, the ones jutting from their mouth lashing about more intensely. Both Amana's and Shae's eyes roll completely up in their heads as the trios of tentacles in their cunts suddenly thrust hard and start trembling, their bellies swelling out rounder and rounder, starting to glow faintly green with the unnatural jism filling them... as their bellies swell, their tits begin to grow too, as if in simple sympathetic motion Of course a second later you feel your own mass of tentacles frenzying as well, and your mind goes completely white as the dozen or so monstrous pseudopod-cocks raping your horsepussy start pumping you with enough glowing green goo to fill a hot tub, your already huge tits swelling until they're more like enormous.\n\nYou feel distant, almost separate from your bloated, still orgasming body as it slowly begins to be lowered down towards the surface of the goo, your gigantic glowing green cumbelly wobbling like a water balloon beneath your equine lower half. You see something rising up from the surface, and then spreading wide... a glistening, meaty red orifice, pulsating and throbbing, which you're being lowered directly into.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get ahold of yourself! Fight back!|GGCentaur8x4]]\n\n[[Just give in.|GGCentaur]]

"Here, watch this," you assure Mavis. "I mean at least trust me to know about sexual drives after all this time, huh?" Addressing the politician again, you smile. "Oh, I'm not suggesting anything illegal. In fact that's what I wanted to talk to you about... a lot of very legal fun."\n\nYou can see that you've caught his attention, because he looks a bit more curious than annoyed now, looking you up and down as if wondering where you might be going with this. So you continue, "That's your thing, isn't it? You indulge yourself, but only ever legally. But that has to feel just a little... stifling... after awhile, doesn't it? A big powerful guy like you, with so much money and influence, but hey, he needs to obey the law. And then you think, well, what if I went somewhere where even more depraved things were legal?" By the way he squirms a bit in place, his frown deepens slightly, and his cock stiffens further, you can see you've hit the mark. "But even for a guy like you, some things are just way too far into bad optics, right? Plus, think of the moral thing, you can't <i>completely</i> discount that, can you?"\n\n"That... is very true," he admits after a moment, huffing.\n\n"But I bet you've thought about it, huh? Maybe used a few VR programs to push your limits, test out your own drives, indulge those fantasies. But that's stuff any common guy on the street can have, can do, there's no zing to it if it's not real, if it's not another person willingly and enthusiastically indulging with you, is there?" All the reactions you saw before play out again, so you smile wider. "So what if there was a way to have it all? The depravity of pushing your limits and indulging in what looks and feels forbidden, but it's all perfectly legal, with a consenting partner, in private?"\n\nHe starts to ask what you mean, then his eyes widen as your body begins to change. You know from your inherited memories that it's well beyond what can normally be done with implants and body modification even in the twenty-third century... the way your shoulders and hips grow more slender, the way your breasts shrink gradually away, not just losing the cup size or two advanced implants might be able to do but becoming perfectly flat, only the slightly puffy areola capping them standing out. But more than that the way you shrink down, losing a good two feet of height as your body slims out, legs changing from curvaceous to coltish, rear turning from full and round to small and pert, your iridescent white hair now hanging down almost past it.\n\n"Just think about it," you coo in a softer, higher voice as you saunter towards the bed with the same sensual swagger as before, climbing up onto it on all fours before giving a distinctly more girlish giggle as you crawl towards the frozen politician. "A real, fully legal girl comes to your room, all big tits and round butt, just you doing your thing of ordering a girl, completely aboveboard." You crawl slowly towards him, sleek young body moving in the practiced manner of an experienced whore until you place your hands on his broad belly. "But once she's inside, in private, she can become whateeeever you want. Younger, older, bestial, feral, girl, boy, friend, rival. It's all the same mind inside, and she knows that you... and her," you coo, tapping your small fingertip against two different points on her stomach. "Are going to have a loooot of fun... Daddy~."\n\nHe gasps loudly in a combination of reaction to the word and to you lowering your head and wrapping your small mouth around the fat head of his prick. You bob your head up and down, applying two centuries of experience to using your tongue and bobbing your head over him as his body trembles. You bring one small hand up to fondle his balls, amused at how they overfill it, and at how he surges harder in your mouth, a heavy smear of pre coating your tongue.\n\n"Very good," Mavis says in a tone of light approval. "While this is not based on a prior mission, it is assembled from the data gathered from one we are putting together. Taking psychological profiling into account, your chosen method is estimated to have a seventy-eight percent success chance. I believe we may consider this simulation a success and move on to combat training. ... Chocola, that means you may feel free to cease your ministrations."\n\nYou pause the motion of your head, rolling your grey eyes upward again as if that might help you see Mavis, stopping the motion of the fingers you had been stroking over your puffy little bald pussy as well. You flick them back down towards what you're doing... then bob slightly upward before slipping back down, your small throat stretching visibly on the outside around his shaft as you slide it in deep, the politician giving a strangled cry. 'Lemme at least make him cum, or I'll feel like I left something unfinished all day.'\n\n"Understood, proceed then."\n\nGrinning a bit around the politician's cock, you shift your hand back around to tease at your tight little pucker instead, making yourself moan around his shaft. That apparently breaks the last of his resolve, and he grabs your head with both hands, shiny white hair sticking out from between his fingers as his hands virtually enclose the majority of your head, his hips pistoning as he fucks your face. You wiggle your pert ass and squeal muffledly around him, admitting that you're enjoying this almost as much as he is. It did feel sort of weird to go almost two whole hours without someone slamming their cock down your throat at least once. After he pulls out he grunts and strokes himself, spurting all over your face as you pant and, in your cute squeaky voice tinted with cocksucker's rasp, coo, "Yes, Daddy, spurt your white stuff all over me, ahhhh, it's so warm Daddy!"\n\n"Finished?" Mavis asks patiently as the politician slumps back on the pillows and you sit up, wiping a fingertip through some cum on your forehead and popping it in your mouth.\n\n"Yeah, sure," you murmur around your finger, shrugging. "Let's do fighting stuff."\n\nThe battle simulations are very cool, if not nearly as sexy as your prior missions. Mavis explains that your heightened reflexes and perceptions should already give you an edge over all but the very best gene-altered fighters, but also that your learning acceleration implant will just naturally let you adapt and become a better fighter the more you do it... according to her, the longer you survive, the greater your chances are of winning. Eventually she brings you out of the sim entirely and you sit up, yawning and stretching since that seems the thing to do. "Man, it's been forever since I killed ninjas! Instead of, yanno, getting fucked in the ass by 'em," you note as you climb out of the chair. "For some reason the Ninja class NPCs <i>always</i> wanted anal, even the girls would either fingerfuck my butt or peg me, what's with that?"\n\n"The Mistress's old adaptive programming could only 'uplift' NPC programming so far, so naturally it would fall back on some commonalities. In any event, unless you do something particularly irksome, I do not believe you need concern yourself about such a fate. You are now ready for a real mission, which we may begin tomorrow."\n\nYou hesitate a little at that. It's the first time you've had it confirmed that being put back in the Kinshire brothel was really, conceivably on the table. You swallow a little, the much more varied and fun simulations you've been through in the last day where you were basically a sexy elvish superspy just make the idea of going back to the same three dozen or so NPC sex partners over and over again for eternity all the more awful. Would that really happen?\n\n<hr>\n[["Mavis, you've gotta help me get out of here!"|Chocola]]\n\n[["I-I'll do good, I promise!"|Chocola1x9]]

Deciding to give the upstairs a look, you start climbing the stairs, hearing them give the occasional creek or groan under your feet. As you go up, the lighting starts to become fewer and further between, given only by the occasional wall fixture made up to look like a glass enclosure with a candle inside... at least, you assume they're fake candles, though if so they've done a really good job of faking the dripping wax and flickering flame. Those can't be real, isn't that against fire codes or whatever? But the darkness is soon drawing your attention more than the light. The distance of the fake moans and chains clinking actually makes them sound more realistic in a way, and you find yourself checking over your shoulder and eyeing the shadows at the stair landings. This seems like a long way up for a simple haunted house.\n\nEventually you arrive at a large, ornate door. It looks like it's made out of real wood, too, the knob cold and metal on your skin as you grasp it and give it a twist. Yeah, the "cheapness" of the lower areas has definitely been left behind, and you find yourself hesitating before actually pushing the door open. You'd feel like a real loser though if you went scrambling back down the stairs because you were too afraid to go in a room in some theme park haunted house, so after another moment you shove the door open and step inside.\n\nIt looks like a bedroom, done up in high gothic fahion... lots of red cushions, sweeping arches, and carved gargoyle faces. Most of the light comes from the logs burning in the fireplace, and the numerous flickering, guttering candles melting all over the long stone mantle above it. There are a few other, similar collections of melted candles covering some other flat surfaces, as if people had just been adding them as needed without any real care over a long period. There are a handful of chairs, mostly with high backs and elaborate armrests that make every single one look like a throne, but the main piece of furniture is an oversized four-poster bed. The bedspread is a deep, dark red that almost scintillates in the candlelight, obviously pristine and clear, which contrasts against the faded, tattered draperies hanging from the frame above, surrounding the bed like dangling spiderwebs.\n\nIt's a bit creepy and old-style, but you're wondering where the really scary stuff is... until you notice the coffins. Arranged in a sort of shallow arch in one corner of the room, you almost took them for low tables or benches when you saw them out of the corner of your eye. You hesitate only for a second before walking over and taking a closer look. They're all fairly identical, made out of dark wood, in the classic tapering shape rather than the more modern ones that are the same width all along. The only distinguishing features are the crosses on the lid... they're made to look like gemstones. Well, they <i>must</i> be fake, no one would pay for that much gemstone for some haunted house, that's sillier than the candles being real! One has a cross made out of "ruby", the one on the opposite side some sort of blue stuff... sapphire, isn't it?... and the one in the middle is purple, you think that's amethyst.\n\nYou take another glance around the room, but it's still and silent. Even the sounds from downstairs are inaudible now... probably helped by that big solid door closing. You do a bit of a double-take, wondering when it closed behind you, you didn't even hear it move, and certainly didn't hear it settle into place. But nothing seems to be happening, so... apparently you're expected to open one of the coffins. And then a skeleton or a cheesy vampire mannequin will jump out at you, right? Right, you tell yourself, though your back brain is firing off warning signals like nobody's business. There is something distinctly Not Right about all of this, it tells you, but your pride goads you on as before... you'd never live with yourself if you ducked out on this! Would you? But you're already walking towards the trio of coffins. Now, which one...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Ruby Cross|HHHVampFem1x1]]\n\n[[Sapphire Cross|HHHVampMale1x1]]\n\n[[Amethyst Cross|HHHVampDick1x1]]

"I... I... I mean, I want to," you finally admit after spluttering a little, your face going red. You squirm a little, both at the view she's presenting as she finishes removing her top and tosses it aside, and the feeling of your pussy getting wet, a few bits of the silk of your pants winding up brushing against and sticking to it. "But, uh, you heard what I said, I mean, I'm really a guy, if I was gonna... y'know... I'd wanna do it as a guy..."\n\n"Hm, well, I dunno if we can get you all the way back to being a guy, but if it's that bothering you," Kira says, smirking again as she sits back on her hand. "Then we can just use Jan-Ken-Pon to our advantage."\n\n"Er, what? How?" you ask, blinking.\n\n"We'll just have a match and make a bet!" Kira chirps. "One that has a result we both want. I'll throw Rock, you'll throw Paper, that way we know you'll win. No rule against deliberately throwing a match. As for our match terms..." She grins, putting a purple-painted fingernail to her lower lip, blue eyes twinkling. "The winner will grow a nice, big, fat cock, and can fuck the loser with it however she wants all night long. Sound fun?"\n\nYou swallow hard, then nod slowly. "Y-yeah."\n\n"<i>Terms accepted. Match ready.</i>"\n\n"Okay~! Here we go, then!" Giggling, Kira raises her hand, preparing to shake it.\n\nYou match the motion, but unbidden, a thought pops into your head. An image of Kira, beautiful and naked... and with a big brown dick to match the scale of those tits jutting up above you, casting a shadow on your face. It's hard to deny that part of you would really like to see that.\n\n"Jan-Ken-!" Kira calls.\n\n<hr>\n[["-P-pon, Paper!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["-Pon... Scissors."|FRanX23xEnd3]]

You do your best to focus, your mind racing with what you could possibly do, clearing little by little as you're lowered towards the orifice. As the tentacles abruptly pull out of you (causing several more orgasms on the way out), you manage to gasp in and hold a breath as you're dropped the last few feet into it. The red, pulsating flesh instantly closes around you and sucks you in, your exhausted and battered mind forcing you not to scream as its undulations pull you deeper and deeper inside of it, swallowing you in. Every part of your body is soon surrounded by the wet, squeezing passage beneath the orifice, dragging you along the tight, grasping tunnel deeper and deeper, giving you an idea of just how swollen your belly and tits are as it presses in around them.\n\nYou're not sure what you're waiting for, but you soon realize that your lungs are screaming, and you're going to have to act soon if you want to actually do anything. You stiffen your legs, thrusting them against the walls of the thing swallowing you in an attempt to at least break yourself. You can feel the hard edges of your hooves digging into the fleshy walls, your pulsating prison giving a harder shudder as if in pain. Encouraged, you shove harder, feeling your hooves dig further into it... and then they jerk as they apparently pass through. The next swallowing motion by the thing causes it to jolt and writhe hard as well, and there's a lurching motion before you suddenly find yourself dropping hard, your bloated belly hitting a solid surface to break your fall. Your eyes roll at the intensity of the orgasm that smashes through you at the jostling of that glowing green fluid inside you... and then two more quite a bit like it as there are closely-timed impacts on either side of it, your tongue jutting out and body shuddering as the strikes help a fair bit of the stuff go gushing out of you. \n\nYou come down from your seemingly constant orgasm as the slime steadily gushes out of your stretched horse cunt enough to see that the impacts were Amana and Shae, both of them twitching and bucking on the floor as their own bloated bellies gradually lose volume from the glowing green slime gushing out from between their legs. Eventually your hooves touch against the floor, and you stagger-waddle over to a nearby wall, bracing your hands and doing your best to deliberately push more of the slime out, your eyes rolling again as more climaxes wash through you like tides. But eventually it seems to have stopped, your whole body wet with sweat as well as whatever fluids being in that... place... smeared on you, and you can take a look around.\n\nYou seem to be in some network of natural caves and tunnels, the stone an odd shade of purple that glows faintly. Above you, the ceiling of this particular small cavern is seemingly made of overlapping fleshy tubes that look uncomfortably like intestines, one of them with a gaping hole in it that's dripping a mingling of green and red... it does look slightly too small for you to have come through it, so maybe it's already healing up. You do your best to check yourself out as well after seeing that Amana and Shae (both of them with bellies still slightly bulged and tits larger than their head) seem to be alright and coming down from their own experience. Your barrel is still visibly swollen and wobbles a little when you move, which is to say nothing of your tits, which are now so big they almost come down to your human waist. Pressing a hand on one makes you shudder... it's quite sensitive, and still as firm and jiggly as it ever was. Damn, that thing really did a number on you.\n\n"What was that... thing?" Shae murmurs blearily as she gets to her feet... then stares down at the energetic wobbling and bouncing her tits do with practically every slight move. Shaking it off, an intensely worried expression comes over her face. "That thing that swallowed us... after... do you think it swallowed Bane and Thurkar too?"\n\nAmana opens her mouth... then presses her lips tightly together, pain in her eyes. You have the foggiest inkling of what she might be thinking... you're not sure if it's even possible. But if she knows that it is and thinks it's likely, she apparently decides not to say, instead saying, "For right now, Bane and Thurkar would want us to take care of ourselves." She rubs around the bases of her horns, groaning a little. "My head... I'm not sure if it hurts or if I'm still cumming a little. Guh."\n\n"Okay, let's try and focus," you suggest. "What are our options? Obviously we can't stay here, so we'll have to try and get out of the cave. We don't have any gear so we'll have to pick a direction."\n\n"I... think the cave entrance was north from that cavern where the floor collapsed," Shae says slowly. "I think. If we didn't go too far through..." She glances up, shudders, then continues. "Then we might be able to at least head towards the general direction of the exit by going north."\n\n"I have a spell that will let us know which way is north," Amana allows. "But there's a problem."\n\n"What's that?" you ask, sighing. As if you didn't already have enough problems.\n\n"That spell will take almost nothing to cast, but... whatever that thing was, I think it drained a lot of my magic out of me," the tiefling admits, as if uncomfortable with that. "I think I only have enough for one strong spell after that." Before you can say just to save it, she continues on in a firm tone, "And one of the spells I know is 'Corruption Purge'. I can cast it on all three of us if we stand close together, but that would be it for any significant magic. But... considering the things we've been in contact with, I think... it is probably a good idea. But after that, I would be virtually defenseless. Even moreso than either of you."\n\n<hr>\n[[She should cast it.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[She should save it.|GGCentaur]]

"I won't mess up, I swear!" you blurt, biting your lower lip. "I mean, I did good in the sims, right? Right?!"\n\nThere's a moment of silence from the speakers, before Mavis's voice emanates again. "I have given you an incorrect impression. My apologies, Chocola. While I do believe it is possible that Mistress Cyan might punish you with some manner of eternal fate, it would only be in quite extreme circumstances, and it would be highly unlikely you would be returned to your previous circumstances even then."\n\n"R-really?"\n\n"Really. For her agents, Mistress Cyan typically only reserves 'bad ends' for those who take particularly offensive actions... a deep betrayal of her, the severe injury or death of someone she holds affection for, or consistent incompetence of a truly negligent scale are typically the only things that might earn you a 'bad end' at her hands. Even if you did such a thing... which I of course highly advise you to avoid at all costs... I would imagine she would come up with something altogether new for you. She confided in me that she considered your previous situation 'boring' after your explanation, and if there is one thing the Mistress cannot abide, it is a boring video game."\n\n"I... guess that makes me feel better," you murmur.\n\n"Yes, your heart rate and blood pressure have normalized, as has your pupil dilation. Please be assured that if ever you become particularly worried about how you or doing or if an action might distress or anger our Mistress, you may consult me and I will do my best to offer guidance."\n\n"Thanks, Mavis. I appreciate it."\n\n"Of course, Chocola. Now, you have only been recently constructed and have then had a mentally intensive training session. I advise you to have a meal and get some sleep before your mission tomorrow."\n\nYou follow Mavis's directions on your HUD to the classy dining room, where she serves you a pizza that she assures you has been engineered by the best chefs on three planets to be the perfect representative of its kind. You remark back that it tastes just like Emjay's Munchie Pie back in Deviville, and Mavis adds that all three chefs are in fact Cyan's thralls, so there you go. Once you've eaten, you follow her directions to your room. It's not particularly large, dominated by the bed in the center, the base of which is curved and molded into the wall. To one side of it, the wall is dominated by a set of faintly-lit panels with slight shapes projected on them to create the impression of it being a window to the outside, and in front of it is a flatscreen TV that actually looks relatively dated even by the standards you recall from before you were trapped. When you remark on it Mavis explains that it's part of the emergency system for Cyan's base, a hardline-only closed broadcast system with no external access other than her magical sensor, so that you know anything that appears from it comes directly from her. Any other entertainment or broadcasts are apparently via the holoprojectors set to either side of the bed, or the VR hookup set in the wall behind it.\n\n<img src="images/ChocolaRoom1.jpg" alt="Chocola's good girl room.">\n\nYou flop down on the bed, stretching out and tossing around, then wiggling your way under the covers and settling in, asking for the lights to go off. After several minutes, you huff, and say in a slightly whiny tone, "Maviiiiis..."\n\n"What is amiss, Chocola?" Mavis asks from the speakers set above and behind the bed.\n\n"I haven't slept in 200 years and I think I forgot how," you mutter.\n\n"I see. Perhaps a mixture of soothing white noise, ambient light shifting, and being told a story to ease your mind?"\n\nThat perks you up a bit. "Yeah, sure, that sounds good." Mavis's voice is pretty sexy, after all, even if it's just a little artificial, having her read you a story may be... well, a bit childish, but still.\n\n"Very well." A soft thrumming, droning, not-quite-hissing noise fills the room, and the lightpanels to the side begin a slow fade between faint shades of red and purple. "Once upon a time, there was a girl with beautiful red hair, adorable copper freckles, and a very comely body. She was called Red because of not only her hair, but the red hooded cape she always wore. One day Red decided to go and visit her grandmother, a prospect that sent delightful shivers through her teenaged body, for rumors said that in the woods lurked a most rapacious and very well-endowed wolf."\n\nYour eyes widen a little, a grin curling your lips. Oooo, it's even <i>that</i> sort of story! You shove the blankets down, growing yourself a cock again and stroking it lightly as Mavis continues the story of Red setting off into the woods, quivering beneath her bodice with fear and anticipation at the possibility of meeting the big-dicked wolf. About the time the wolf is giving Red's surprisingly hot grandma the knot, you cum all over your belly and pert tits, sighing happily and quickly sinking into sleep after your release.\n\n"Morning, sleepyhead!"\n\n"BWUH!" You jerk upright, blinking and looking around confused, feeling sticky in a way different than what you're used to. You gradually focus on the TV screen in front of you, Cyan smirking at you, shown from the nipples up as she leans in towards the camera.\n\n"Have a good sleep?"\n\n"Um... y-yeah, er, Mistress, thanks," you murmur, glancing down at yourself. You're naked of course, and a bit messy, but apparently reverted to your 'default' female form while asleep. "I, um, it was hard at first..." You pause as she snickers, then you can't help but snicker yourself before continuing, "But, uh, Mavis helped, she's great."\n\n"Yes, she is. I'm developing her further all the time, but she's probably the most advanced AI on the planet already. Having consistent access to her is one of the perks of actually being based out of the same lair as me, so keep that in mind when you're putting effort into your performance, okay?"\n\nAh, a bit of carrot, a bit of stick. You're starting to get the sense that's fairly typical around here. You nod, though. "Yes'm, got it, I'll do my best, honest."\n\n"Good, especially since Mavis told me your VR training showed a lot of promise. Now, I have a mission for you... it seems simple, but if you treat it that way, it could easily go tits up on you." Cyan smirks, raising a bit and giving her own large tits a shake as if in example, before she leans forward again and continues. "I want you to go to Red Japan and pick up a processor core I've ordered and paid for."\n\n"Wait the Japanese went Communist?" You blink, then grin sheepishly as she gives you a flat look, pointing at the side of your head. "Yeah I just remembered from what you gave me, you meant the Japanese colony on Mars."\n\n"Right. Here's what I want you to pick up, the Quantocrys 88." She taps a button offscreen, and a holographic image of something that vaguely resembles a peeled orange, the sections glowing faintly white between the silver arches that ring it, the top and bottom practically flat. "It's the most expensive and best computer processor available, and they only sell one a year. I had to beat a lot of people in a bidding war to get this thing, and I will be very upset if I do not have it in my hands by tomorrow morning at the latest."\n\nYou swallow heavily. "... How upset?"\n\n"Not 'stick your soul back in an ancient MMO forever' upset, but upset enough to get a little creative for at least a decade or two. So don't mess around," she continues, not sounding particularly threatening, just serious as she points at the camera. "Get cleaned up, fed, and kitted out, then get your butt on a shuttle. Mavis won't be going with you but she'll program the shuttle so you don't have to worry about flying or securing a landing point, just be thinking about getting that Quantocrys into my hands, cute stuff."\n\n"Right, right." You hop to your feet, then pause. "Um, will I be able to pick it up?"\n\n"Yeah, Bulouna Industries has top-notch security that takes identity theft, forged certification, and nanosurgery into account. When I finalized my purchase, I met up with one of their representatives and they scanned a portion of my brain, and they'll use a scan of the same portion to establish identity when you show up to pick it up."\n\n"Would that happen to be the portion of my brain you overwrote with magitech no one else has?" you ask dryly.\n\n"Bin-go~!" Cyan chirps, winking and wagging her finger. "You catch on quick, Chocola, my brainwaves must be doing you a solid. Anyway, let's get this done and you and I will have some fun to celebrate. Fuck it up... well, don't fuck it up," she says with a shrug, before pressing a button to end the transmission.\n\nSighing a little, you step into the attached bathroom and get cleaned up, then head back to the dining room for breakfast. "I have full confidence in you, Chocola, simply use what you have learned from the simulations we've done and you'll do fine," Mavis assures you on your way to the shuttle bay afterwards, which you admit does comfort you a bit. You enter the area full of vehicles and follow your HUD line to a long, slender, almost tube-shaped one that seems to be majority made up of a glass canopy. You're a little leery... you're supposed to travel between planets in that? It looks like something a tourist might fly around a very small mountain on. But, well, you figure Cyan didn't make you a new body and put you through all that VR training just to laugh at you as you burned up on atmospheric reentry in what's probably an expensive vehicle. Part of the canopy slides open at your approach, and a slightly less real-sounding female computer voice speaks up as you step inside and settle down.\n\n<img src="images/Shuttle1.jpg">\n\n"Preparing for interplanetary flight. Sealing passenger compartment. Securing flight plan," it semi-drones as the shuttle lifts off of the ground and smoothly moves towards the sliding-open door at the end of the area. You briefly catch a glimpse of a mountainside and some snow before it's zipping along over the ocean. "Initiating inertial dampening field. Preparing gravity slingshot. Estimated flight time today will be two hours, seventeen minutes. Optimal film selection, <i>Debbie Does Dallas Reloaded Extreme XXIII: Debbie's Got a Brand New Cock</i>, automatically beginning play."\n\nYour attention is somewhat torn between Earth just sort of near-instantly dropping away as the shuttle shoots directly upwards at an insane speed that nevertheless just feels like a very faint pressure on your body, and the holographic screen appearing in front of you and starting to play a montage of scenes beneath the opening credits of what's obviously a porn movie. You've never seen the infamous <i>Debbie Does Dallas</i>, or even its more modern remake, but you're fairly sure that unlike in the twenty-third century many-sequel, the aspiring Dallas Cowboys cheerleader didn't have a huge equine dick jutting out of her short-shorts, and the Dallas Cowboys weren't actually minotaurs. You give your head a shake, telling yourself not to get too distracted by the in-flight entertainment, at least until you've decided how to handle this mission. You redirect your gaze to the empty space outside, considering. Okay, you need to be the one to actually go to Bulouna Industries and pick up the Quantocrys processor, but then what?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A series of handoffs and switcharounds.|Chocola]]\n\n[[Sneaky sneaky sneak through the city and back to the shuttle.|Chocola]]\n\n[[Oh my God it's just picking up a computer component you'll get a cab or something.|Chocola]]

"Ah, well, looks like I lost," Kira says with a sigh as she glances down at her fist, putting her other hand to her cheek. "What a shame, I would have really enjoyed having you for my pet. You probably would have enjoyed it too, y'know," she adds, flashing a smirk at you.\n\nFeeling your cheeks heat, you shake your head. "Look, just-"\n\n"I get it, I get it, but like I said you can't find the next Mystical General until tomorrow. Until then I'm obligated to let you stay at my place. C'mon, c'mon," she continues, beckoning as she turns and starts walking down the sidewalk. "I don't want to get some sort of penalty for not putting you up for the night when I said I would."\n\nYou hesitate briefly, but recall that she did promise that she wouldn't do anything untoward... apparently she really does believe the bracelet would punish her if she did, and you've seen enough wacky magical artifacts that you could kind of believe it would. So with a sigh you follow along after her, trotting a bit to catch up.\n\n"So what's got you on such a tear to beat absolutely everyone anyway?" Kira asks, resting her hands on her hips and looking aside at you as the two of you walk. Her tone is fairly reasonable and conversational as it's always been, but despite her appearance and apparent role, there's an air of relaxation to her that makes her seem more... approachable? "Usually someone new to the game has a match once a week, usually on Saturday mornings, with a couple of filler matches with up-and-comers between. You've gone through three Mystical Generals in one day. Do you really want to fight the Grandmaster and get that supposed wish so bad?"\n\n"Well... didn't you?" you ask with a frown, deflecting a bit.\n\n"Not really. When everyone keeps saying the Grandmaster is impossible to defeat, I guess I believe them... after all, even as melodramatic as some of them can be, they're usually right about some things. Besides, this silly game's already given me about all the power and wealth that I want, just managing my little thing here in Shinjuku. Being the benevolent overlord madam of a network of hot prostitutes is plenty for me! But that aside," she adds, quirking a darker blonde eyebrow. "You didn't say why it was you wanted it."\n\nYou let out a sigh, but finally break down and open up. "Well, mostly it's to get this stupid bracelet off, but if I get the wish..." You tell her about your curse, and somehow that leads into you talking about your issues with your fiancees, your pledge to become manly, various vengeance oaths sworn against you, and all the rest.\n\nKira lets out a long whistle. "Whew, heavy! Sounds like everything's a pretty big mess for you. Not sure one wish is enough to solve that, but I can see why you'd want it." She points as the two of you approach a rather high-class looking apartment building. "Ah, here we go." She leads you inside, the doorman nodding evenly and without the faintest hint of reproach that an obvious prostitute and a redheaded shortstack just walked into the luxury lobby. The elevator ride up is quite, opening up into a short hallway with only two doors. The apartment behind the door Kira opens is immense... mostly an open design, with the large, pink-sheeted bed right there out in the open in the middle of it. You're a little surprised that while the decorating is pretty sleek and modern, there's not a ton other than some of the color choices that screams 'a flashy gyaru lives here'. "I never keep much in the fridge, but there's some leftovers if you want 'em," Kira declares as she deposits her shoes at the entry and saunters towards the bed.\n\nNever one to turn down free food, you hurry to the kitchen and open the large refrigerator to find that it is, indeed, almost entirely bare, a single lonely Chinese takeout container sitting on one shelf. Still, you open it up and don't bother with the sniff test before dumping the lo mein inside into your mouth. Chewing, you turn and head back towards the central area as you swallow, and almost choke at the sight awaiting you. Kira has sat down on the side of the bed and already discarded her skirt, and is in the process of pulling up her top, displaying her purple leopard-print underwear, the top stretched across those giant tits of hers. Her face is turned towards you, cheeks just a bit flushed, expression one of almost annoyed expectation.\n\n<img src=images/BitchFistKira.jpg>\n\n"Hey, I also said you can do whatever you want, right?" she says, voice cutely pouty. "You're not gonna pass up an opportunity like that, are you?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Absolutely not!|FRanX]]\n\n[[You kind of have to.|FRanX]]\n\n[[... well... your equipment...|FRanX23x6]]

"Actually, we haven't even checked to see what Celest put in our accounts," you note. "Maybe there's enough that we can both afford new computers. Then we can just clone the old hard drive twice."\n\n"Oh, hey, that'd work," Sapphire agrees, perking up a little. "Do you think she put enough in there? She did say it was basically just so that we could get ourselves situated now that there's two of us."\n\n"Yeah, but she also felt pretty guilty, maybe she gave us a couple of bucks as a bonus," you reply, pulling out your phone and bringing up your bank app. You're glad now that your parents opened an account for you when you were little, who knew it'd come in so handy when a ditzy alien inadvertantly made two of you? You open up the summary page, then stop walking.\n\n"Huh? Hey... Cyan," Sapphire asks, obviously feeling a little weird about that, but more focused on you now. "What's up?"\n\nYou don't answer, just sinking down to sit on a bench nearby, fearing that your legs won't hold up much more.\n\n"What? What, is it a lot less than you thought? Did she somehow screw up and empty our account? What's the matter?" your twin urges, leaning over you worriedly.\n\n"It's... a lot more," you answer hoarsely, unable to lift your eyes from the screen.\n\n"So... what, enough for <i>really good</i> new computers?" Sapphire asks in befuddlement, obviously not having caught on to your reaction. \n\nYou're not sure whether Celest was just that guilty about your situation, or if she had a poor understanding of Earth currency value, or what, but finally you raise your head. "She put over $100,000,000,000 in our account."\n\nSapphire opens her mouth. Closes it. Repeats a few times. Finally manages, "Did you say 'billion' with a 'b'?"\n\n"Yes," you reply faintly, having counted the commas several times.\n\n"... Oh." With that, Sapphire sinks to sit on the bench beside you. "... Yeah, guess that's enough for new computers."\n\nIt's enough for hundreds of new supercomputers. The kinds they use to model global catastrophes, search for planet-killing asteroids, and help politicians launder campaign funds into their personal accounts. You stare at the screen, then look up, and repeat several times, but it never actually changes. Oh wait, it's going up. You guess at even 1% interest per year you're kind of constantly making money... actually, a quick flip to your calculator app and doing some math indicates you're making just under thirty-two dollars a minute just sitting here. That might be wrong but you're too stunned to figure out how.\n\nSapphire is the one to speak up, obviously voicing a thought that had started to percolate in your head. "Forget new computers. And if we wanted, forget lying to everyone. That's 'do anything we want' money. We could just go somewhere else. Start new lives. Buy like... a mansion somewhere completely wired with that high-end fiberoptic cable that basically transmits internet signals so fast your porn downloads before you even get horny. Whatever we could conceivably buy, it could be ours. I... man, I'm having trouble thinking, this has all been so much to adjust to," she murmurs, putting her hands to her head.\n\nYou nod, though your brain's starting to kick back into gear... maybe because you got to keep your identity while Sapphire's still adjusting to being someone partially new. It seems fairly obvious what you should do.\n\n<hr>\n[[Touch the money as little as possible.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[Tell your parents.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[Go start a new, rich life.|GGAlien]]

Mm. Conversation is overrated. Grinning, you begin absorbing a goodly amount of Leslie's soul, corrupting the rest with the fresh surge of energy that gives you. Leslie shrieks loudly, back arching hard, and then is abruptly silent, though her mouth is still open and her tongue still juts out. With every slam of your cock into her ass, a little of the light goes out of her eyes as her mind is wiped out by your relentless assault, her body quivering silently in pained pleasure as you change her. Her eyes gradually go completely dull, then fade to solid black with faintly glowing white pupils, before the rest of her body begins to change as well.\n\nShe begins to gradually shrink, her feet lifting off the floor as her arms and legs shorten. Her tits jut out, becoming a bit more defined and with thicker, plumper nipples that are revealed once you tear away her shirt. But otherwise her slender, athletic build doesn't change much even as she gets smaller, making you moan happily as her ass gets tighter and tighter around your cock. Still, despite the tightness, it feels like her body is accepting your thick demonic prick even more easily as it shifts and changes. Well, imps are essentially cocksleeves for more powerful demons... she could take a member many times her own size and not be destroyed, most likely.\n\nSmall, curved black horns bud from her forehead as she grows a long, thin spade-tipped blue tail, the rest of her skin taking on the same color, a bit darker blue than your own. She continues to silently wail and moan, black eyes rolled upward, tongue gradually lengthening, thinning a bit as it takes on a split tip and eventually grows long enough to coil a few times on the surface of the table. You slam into her once, twice, and then on the third time groan and spill your load into her depths, her small body shuddering as she grows a pair of tiny, batlike wings from her back and her hair fades from blonde to a deep black.\n\nSighing happily, you step back and make your way over to a nearby couch, flopping down on it, slipping out of your jeans and spreading your legs wide to let your balls dangle down and your cock jut up. The imp stays where it is for a moment, before you mentally give it permission to move. It rolls over and hops down from the table, standing up and looking back and forth, wings fluttering a little and tail lashing. It's about four feet tall, and though still slender is still curvy enough in the hips and chest to show that it's full grown. The face still looks much like the human it once was, though it's taken on a slightly sleeker look, its shaggy black hair and the horns helping obscure its human features. Not having been given any specific orders, it prowls around the basement, sniffing at things and picking them up, occasionally crouching here or there to stare at some object that's caught its attention.\n\nWhen you're certain it's behaving like a proper imp, with no signs of higher thought or particularly human behaviors, you pat your thigh a few times and whistle. "Suck!" It perks its head up, then bounds eagerly across, several times almost going on all fours in its hurry to obey. It rolls its white pupils up to look up at you worshipfully as it wraps both hands around the base of your cock and slips its mouth over the head, and then further down. Its slender little throat bulges as it effortlessly takes your thick dick until its lips press against its fingers, its tongue coiling around your cock to squeeze and lick it as it sucks.\n\nLargely ignoring the creature now, you turn your attention back upstairs. The other two humans are moving around, and their auras show that they're mildly agitated. Probably starting to wonder where Cyan and Leslie are. Hm, if you want to take them unawares, you'd probably better not linger too much longer. Still not bothering to look at it, you grip the imp's hair and begin shoving it violently up and down on your dick. The little creature doesn't make a sound other than the wet noises of your dick stretching its throat... it's a good thing conversation is overrated, since all imps are mute. After a minute or so, you use your little servant's throat as a cumdump, keeping it held down until you're finished gushing thick demon jizz into its stomach, before yanking it up and shoving it aside so you can get up. It obediently comes to heel as you stride towards the stairs and make your way back up into the mansion, none the worse for wear for its rough use.\n\nSoon you peer around the edge of a doorway, using a minor bit of illusion magic to deepen the shadows around you so they're less likely to see. The two human males are milling about near the drink cooler, one looking annoyed, the other worried.\n\n"Where are those girls? They've been gone way too long."\n\n"Do you think something happened to them?"\n\n"I dunno. Probably not." \n\nHm, let's see. You have yourself, your magic, and one imp. An overly egotistical demon would say that's more than enough to take on two humans, but overly egotistical demons usually wind up getting destroyed... by humans, no less. And while neither of these mortal boys is exactly a paladin, if you're not careful one might escape, and from there it would only be a matter of time before some equivalent of a wanted poster was circulated among the demon-oppressing forces of good. You need to make a plan about this, to insure you get them both.\n\n<hr>\n[[Divide and conquer.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Stealth and liquor.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Illusion and fuck'em.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

"I... well, you got me to fuck my Dad, and it was kinda awesome," you admit with a bright blush. "So if... if both of my parents were, like... into that sort of thing..."\n\n"Ohhh, you want me to corrupt them both into deviants so that you don't have to sneak around to ride your daddy's dick, huh?" the demon replies with a smirk. "I like that, that pleases me a lot, slut. I can definitely do that."\n\nThe night goes about as usual, with the incubus occasionally mixing in some compliments about what a good little pervert you are amidst the usual degradation. You awake the next morning and sit up, blinking as you find your hair to be just a little longer, actually down past your shoulders now. Your body is mostly unchanged after you check the mirror... it's not like you could get a lot girlier without actually turning into one. You consider for a moment, then just pull on your pajama pants before padding downstairs, leaving your sleek chest with puffier, pinker nipples than a week ago bare.\n\nYou find your father sitting at the breakfast table reading his paper and wearing his robe, which isn't that unusual save that it's a weekday and he's usually dressed and ready to leave by now. The much bigger hint is that your mother is standing at the stove wearing nothing but an apron, her full, round ass displayed to both you and your father without the slightest hint of shame. You blush as your cock starts to stiffen under the thin pants, but force yourself not to hide it as your mother glances over her shoulder. "Oh, breakfast will be ready in a bit, dear," she calls cheerfully. "Why don't you suck your father off while you're waiting?"\n\n"O-okay," you reply, squirming out of the pants and letting them drop, stiff prick wobbling a bit under you as you crawl on all fours under the table. Parting your father's robe finds him half-hard already, and he continues to casually read the paper as you slide the head into your mouth and swirl your tongue around, before drawing back and starting to lick at his balls. His legs spread for you as his prick stiffens further, and you shift to licking and wiggling your tongue up the underside as it hardens fully. Soon you're bobbing your head over the full length of it, your gag reflex long since lost to repeated demonic fuckings of your throat. You're a bit surprised when your mother lays down on the floor and slides her head between your legs to start sucking at your own cock, but you manage not to pause in your own blowjob, even as you start moaning lowly at the feel of your mother's hot, wet mouth and her own talented tongue working along your stiff prick. Soon your father is blowing his load into your mouth, and a moment later you let loose your own, your mother gulping it down eagerly before slipping back out from under the table.\n\n"Eggs on the plate!"\n\nYou somewhat reluctantly draw out from under the table, moving to sit down with your still almost entirely hard cock jutting up from your lap. As you start in, your father sets his paper aside and picks up his own fork before announcing, "I decided to take the day off work, spend most of it fucking you two. It's good to have some quality time together," he adds before biting off a piece of bacon.\n\n"O-oh, okay," you reply, perking up some. "Now?"\n\n"Finish your breakfast first," your mother chides gently.\n\nYou squirm, but tuck in, the anticipation meaning you hardly notice the taste of the food. But soon you're following your naked mother and mostly naked father upstairs and into their bedroom, your mother climbing onto the bed on all fours. She reaches back with one hand and pulls one of her buttocks aside, showing off a glistening pucker. "I already got myself ready earlier, dear, since it's a special day. Why don't you fuck Mommy's ass while Daddy fucks yours?"\n\nNodding eagerly, you climb up onto the bed as well, moving into position behind your mother and leaning over her back. It takes a few attempts at proper positioning, but then for the first time you're getting to penetrate someone, the first hole ever to spread around your cock being your mother's tight, lubed-up asshole. You groan lowly as you wrap your arms around her middle and start thrusting away, movements a little rabbit-like as you work yourself deeper and deeper into her ass. You pause in your motions as your father's hand runs up your back, holding still as you feel his cock pressing up against your own ass and then steadily pushing inside, making you moan as he fills you up once again. You stop your own thrusts, letting your father's drive you forward or pull you back from your mother's asshole, letting him fuck the both of you at once even if he's using your cock to fuck your mother. You dump two loads into your mother's ass before your father even pumps one into your own, your girlish moans filling your parents' bedroom as the three of you couple. Your father wraps his arms around you and pulls you back with him as he lays back, urging you into a riding position. You quickly begin bouncing on his prick, only pausing when your mother moves in to start sucking your cock, either not caring or aroused by the fact that it was just up her own ass. She continues to suck on you as your father guides you in slower motions of riding his cock, only to stop when he lifts you up high enough for his member to slip out of you and flop against his belly. She lifts it up and wraps her lips around it, quickly deep-throating him and bobbing her head over it a few times, before lifting it back into position for you to slip your ass back down on it.\n\nThe three of you spend the rest of the day in similar configurations, or sometimes in pairs, with your mother occasionally sitting out to play with her pussy while she watches her husband fuck her son, or more rarely your father sitting back and stroking himself as he watches you pump your cock into the cunt that birthed you. The next day your father returns to work, which means it's mostly you and your mother... when she's not busy with housework or her other usual projects, she's usually sucking your cock or pounding your ass with her new strapon, cooing at you and calling you a naughty little butt slut in that sweet motherly voice of hers. She also usually makes sure you're waiting for your father when he arrives home each day, with a lubed-up ass and sometimes brand new lingerie to show off to him. You take to sleeping in their bed, often waking to find your father's cock already deep in your ass and pumping away at you, or your mother's hand or mouth wrapped around your own stiff prick.\n\nAs spring break draws to a close, your parents insist on you sleeping in your own bed that night so you can get some rest before starting in on the rest of the school year the next day. You're not sure whether to be exhausted or relieved when the incubus appears for the first time since you made the wish that night, though either way you're soon on your knees beside the bed and sucking him off.\n\n"Mmm, I've been getting a lot of nice energy off all the wicked stuff you've been doing with your parents, slut," he coos down at you. "Enough that I think I'm going to let you earn another wish. This one might be even bigger than the last, hm?"\n\n"Mmnf?" You do your best to make your tone questioning, which is obviously somewhat difficult with over a foot of demon cock buried down your throat.\n\n"You're going back to your silly human school tomorrow, yes? I've replaced about half of your wardrobe with girl clothes. Tomorrow you'll dress like the girl we both know you really are."\n\n"Mglk! Hgh ghd hn tblk!"\n\n"I suppose you'll just have to wait and see whether I influece people enough that you <i>don't</i> get in trouble. But like I told you last time, it's your choice... though obviously I'll punish you if you don't make the right one!" he adds with a wicked giggle as he pumps one of his usual massive loads right into your belly. "Ah... one more thing... if you let yourself get fucked in the ass, say goodbye to the rest of your masculinity! I'm sure you won't miss it though."\n\nThe next morning you wake up laying sprawled in bed, as usual after the incubus's more recent visits clean and energized. You slide out of bed and move over to your chest of drawers, pulling open your underwear drawer. It's split almost perfectly in half between the plain white briefs you usually wear and an assortment of mostly plain panties, though there's some of the more frilly and pretty variety your mother's bought you to wear for your father recently. You hesitate, then lift out a pair of plain white cotton panties and a pair of the briefs, crossing over to the mirror. Your hair's now down past your shoulders quite noticeably, enough that you could probably pull it into a ponytail. You hold up the briefs, and then the panties. It looks like you're about to cross a line and take a risk again, either way...\n\n<hr>\n[[Briefs.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Panties.|QOInc4x2]]

Even as you start engaging Jane in some idle, friendly chatter about how it's been since she went on the run, your cock hardens slowly in your pants at the thought of stuffing it inside of her and using her as a cumdump all night long. She's on the slender side, not much of a chest under that hoodie it looks like, but still... your first conquest out on your own! Dealing with Dozer and keeping him from interfering is easy enough... animals are apparently even easier to use your abilities on than people, according to the book, after all. Now, it just depends on how you want to do this, sooooo many options...\n\n<hr>\n[[Just use force.|RoadWitch1x4]]\n\n[[Make her horny.|RoadWitch]]\n\n[[Make her compliant.|RoadWitch]]\n\n[[Bimbofy her.|RoadWitch]]

"WHAT?!" Ken barks, the word echoing as he draws back in slow motion, his movements still leaving afterimage tracers.\n\n"Man don't do that over just anything you'll make it less special."\n\n"H-how... how..." He stands there trembling before he falls to his knees, then slumps forward onto his hands with his head hanging, several of the dogs in the group of animals letting out long, mournful howls. "All this work I put into becoming one of the Mystical Generals... all this effort..."\n\n"Aaaaa! I knew it!" cries a weird-looking sarariman with two swirls of hair done across his head in a combover, spiral-lensed glasses flashing as he strikes a pose, one hand on his chin and the other thrust out to the side. "The new prodigy, destined to overthrow the Grandmaster! Just as foretold in the ancient legends from beyond ancient Egypt!"\n\n"Who the fuck are-" You pause, blinking a few times, then raising a hand to point at him as he's suddenly joined by a bunch of other oddly muscular guys in immaculate suits with perfect businessman haircuts chanting 'Bro! It's the Chosen One, bro!'. "... Oy. Cutter Kid? I thought I told you to stay out of Nerima."\n\n"You said 'without at least cleaning up and looking presentable', exact words," he points out, leaving you a bit dumbfounded over the fact that you suppose he technically does, even if he still seems very odd. "But yes, this proves it! You've defeated two Mystical Generals on the very same day, you're the Chosen One, destined to win against the Grandmaster and end the cycle of destruction and violence that Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon brings with it!"\n\n"For the love of God," you groan, dragging both hands down your face.\n\n"Hnnnh... I'm sorry... I'm sorry, everyone," Ken sobs as he wraps his arms around the neck of one of the nearby dogs. "I just wanted... to take care of you all... and now-"\n\n"And now just tell me where the next stupid Mystical General is, I don't care about your damn pets!" you cry, stomping a foot hard enough to make your boobs jiggle.\n\n"Very well..." Ken wipes a hand across the back of his face as he staggers to his feet. "But know this, the next Mystical General is no pushover, even if you are the Chosen One! For the next Mystical General is... my sister, Bitch-Fist Kira!"\n\n"Just tell me where to go, you absolute waste of a bandanna."\n\nYou're a little surprised when he tells you to head to Shinjuku, of all places, but you don't suppose you have much choice and thus hop the train. It's fairly late into the night when you arrive, the streets mostly packed with a fairly unsavory sort. Still, Ken told you there was a specific place to go where she could be found. When you stop, you don't see much of anybody... just some tough-looking guys (actually tough, as opposed to Cutter's goons... well, before they turned into a pack of roving data entry clerks, which is kind of scary in its own way you guess), and some obvious ladies of the night scattered about. "Oyyyy! I'm looking for..." You hesitate, sigh, then add a less-enthusiastic call of, "Bitch-Fist Kira."\n\n"Ohhhh? You've come to challenge me, then?"\n\nIt's kind of hard to miss the person who spoke, though there's not exactly much family resemblance between her and the buffoon you just defeated. For one thing she's taller than he is, and definitely... thicker. About the only thing that's the same is the brilliant blue eyes. Any other resemblance has disappeared into her gyaru makeover, most of her hair left loose to her lower back and only part of it drawn into a side-ponytail with a pink scrunchie, dyed blonde fading to pink at the ends. Her skin is tanned, her face pretty with a little beauty mark below her lip, her ears bearing multiple piercings. Her boobs are... huge, even bigger than yours! (Is it weird you can't help but feel a little jealous just for a second?) She's wearing a black choker collar, and a very tight purple top that just barely covers them and shows off the strings of the bikini-style bra she's wearing, as well as leaving her arms bare, a wicked little heart tattoo displayed on the side of her shoulder. Her skirt is really more of a stretchy, shiny black band around her hips, and also shows off the straps of her panties. She's accessorized with kneesocks, sneakers, and a number of bracelets and rings.\n\n"So you're the Chosen One that everyone's clucking about, hmmm?" she murmurs, looking you up and down.\n\n"How the heck is 'everyone' talking about me being the Chosen One? That dumbass Cutter only said it earlier tonight."\n\n"Word travels fast in the world of Mystic Jan-Ken-Pon. Especially when you're one of the Mystical Generals."\n\nYou rub the back of your head, looking her up and down in return. "Speaking of which... don't take this the wrong way, but you're not exactly what I would expect from someone who's so serious about some magically whammied-up version of a kid's game that you'd wind up called a 'Mystical General' of it."\n\n"That's because you don't understand the power involved." Kira smirks, laying fingertips against her lips as she looks at you, eyes twinkling. "Jan-Ken-Pon all on its own is best used as a way to decide who gets the last slice of pizza, sure. But you add magical power and a bit of forethought to it, and it's a pathway to many things. While as the lowest-ranked of the Mystical Generals, Cutter Kid had to give anyone he wanted to match off against a bracelet, the rest of us can arrange matches against anyone we like and have them enforced by magic. I find some very pretty girl like you who thinks I'm joking, wave some reward she wants in front of her face, and challenge her to Jan-Ken-Pon for it. Unlike the rest of these fools, I'm not so heavily invested in being 'invincible'... if I lose, I'm out a designer bag or something." She leans in a bit and whispers conspiratorially, "I keep a bunch of knockoffs around just for that." Then she straightens up and smirks. "If I win, I get a lifelong working girl out prancing on the street and giving me half of everything she earns!"\n\n'Man, it's like Nabiki but even worse,' you think flatly as she lets out a long laugh. Shaking your head, you say, "Look, I just-"\n\n"Want to know where the next Mystical General is, right? You're in quite a hurry to go through all of us, facing three in one day. But you won't be able to find them until tomorrow, even if you beat me right here and right now. So just to show you I'm not all bad, I'll make you an extra sweet deal. Well, extra sweet for you, and for me." She smirks, putting her fingertips to her lips again, eyes twinkling as she continues. "If you win, you can spend the night with me... no demands, no expectations, just sleep in my apartment if you want. Or do anything else you like. And in the morning, I'll tell you where you can find the next Mystical General, and even give you a hint to beating them. But if I win... you'll not only become one of my girls, you'll become my personal slave!" Her smile turns absolutely wicked, eyes flashing as she continues. "You'll give me 100% of everything you earn when I put you on the streets! You'll get no free time and no allowance... I'll decide everything you wear, everything you do, everything you eat! And at night, you'll sleep in my bed... or at the foot of it, as I feel like. But you're not afraid, right? It's just a kid's game, after all."\n\nYou frown a little. Kira seems amoral and scheming... indeed, like Nabiki on steroids, if anything. But she's also the first of these goofballs that doesn't seem outright nuts. That actually does make you hesitate... but it's not like you have a lot of other options. Especially with that last taunt. Sighing, you nod. "Alright, agreed."\n\n"<i>Terms accepted. Match ready.</i>"\n\n"Good! Alright then, here we go!" Thrusting her fist upward, and sounding more like a cheerleader leading a chant than anything, Kira calls, "JAN-KEN-!"\n\n<hr>\n[["-Pon, Scissors!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["-Pon, Paper!"|FRanX23x5]]\n\n[["-Pon, call the cops!"|FRanX]]

"Nnnnno, sorry, I've already got you all hot to trot, after all," you reply, leaning forward and grabbing one of her asscheeks to give it a squeeze and a bit of a shake, smirking at the sight of her sodden pussy and how she whines. "Whatever guy fucks this eager little cunt is gonna be the daddy of your firstborn, Ranma, aren't you curious who it'll be?"\n\n"W-what? Who?!" she whimpers, looking up at you with that rather desperate look of fear on her face.\n\n<hr>\n[[You.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Ryoga.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Kuno.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Hiroshi & Daisuke.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Soun.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Genma.|RanRing]]\n\n[[A totally different sort of guy.|RanRing]]

'Breeding Mode', huh? Tapping that button, you get a popup about how applying this to a slave will effectively put them in heat. Males are much more likely to impregnate females, females are much more likely to be impregnated... and if both parties are wearing a slave collar and have Breeding Mode applied, then conception is guaranteed, no matter what. It also makes mention that the pregnancy will be accelerated on a timescale of your choice, and similarly with the growth and maturation of the resultant offspring (who will be born an obedient slave). There's also a secondary popup that appears that apparently applies specifically to Ranma, and you smirk some as you tap the option to have it go ahead and apply Breeding Mode to her.\n\n"Mmmmf?!" Ranma gasps heavily, swallowing hard around your cock as her body gives a jerk that's not just the rhythmic rocking she was being forced to do. She twists and wiggles back and forth a bit, then gasps loudly as you grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head up off of your prick. Apparently interpreting that as an order to stop, she ceases her rocking, but continues writhing lightly in place. "W-what... what'd you do to me?" she demands breathlessly, her voice carrying some cocksucking husk. You grin as a glance shows that pussy juices are now running down her inner thighs, her nipples painfully stiff below her. "Why... why do I feel so hot and... w-weird?"\n\n"Thing is, Ranma, you're my slave now," you coo. "And one thing you do with slaves is breed more slaves. So I've made you ready for breeding."\n\n"N-no way," she whines again, unable to help shaking her ass in the air as her apparent arousal increases by the moment. "I can't... I can't have a kid, I'm a guy!"\n\n"Oh, but that's the thing, Ranma... once you get knocked up, you'll be locked in girl form. Forever." You watch as her somewhat lust-glazed eyes widen in horror, unable to help letting out a bit of a laugh. "Once you go breeding sow you never go back, apparently!"\n\n"Nooooo!" she wails, looking up at you pitifully. "P-please, Eric, don't... don't breed me! Don't make me be a girl forever!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her earn not becoming a breeding sow.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Breed her.|RanRing3x2]]

Hm, time to mix things up a little. Releasing your hold on your current character, you let yourself be drawn back to the Lewd Fighter selection screen. Briefly formless, you look over the various models of the fighters, trying to decide who to molest and defile player-characters with next.\n\n[[John Bigballs.|GG-FF-BB-Start]]\n\n[[Rapeball.|GG-FF-RBStart]]\n\n[[Tenta-Z.|GG-FF-TZStart]]\n\n[[Poison Alter.|GG-FF-PAStart]]

"Wait, are you serious?" You stare at Ken, doing your best to ignore his 'gang' still surrounding you. "If I can beat one of you weirdos at jan-ken-pon, I'll actually get a wish?"\n\n"Not just anyone can defeat the Grandmaster. You have to defeat all of the Named Mystical Generals of Jan-Ken-Pon to earn the right to challenge!" Ken declares. "Cutter Kid was the weakest general, anyone could have toppled him through sheer luck! We'll see if you have any skill at all, newbie!"\n\nYou sigh, rubbing your head a bit, then clenching your fist. "Fine! I'll beat all of you and then this Grandmaster idiot! I'll get this damn bracelet off, and wish to be cured of my curse!"\n\n"Haha, the Mystical Generals won't all just come to you! I only did because I have a cat's curiosity! But alright then, fool, if you wish to court your own destruction, let's have a match!" Ken folds his arms over his chest, cocking his head at the smuggest angle. "If you win, I'll tell you the next Mystical General's location! If you can find them yourself and challenge them, they'll have to accept it. But if I win, I'll have you join my menagerie!"\n\nYou blink, glancing around at the pack of assorted animals again... and shuddering at the sight of the cats. You really don't want to have to spend the rest of your life around them! But it sounds like you don't have much choice if you want this bracelet off, so you nod. "Alright, fine."\n\n"<i>Terms accepted. Match ready.</i>"\n\n"Then IT'S TIME TO DUE-!"\n\n"Whoa!" You leap forward, slapping a hand over his mouth and darting a quick glance around for lawyers, before glowering at him. "This game courts lawsuits enough as it is, you wanna push us over the edge?"\n\n"Haha, ha, good point," he murmurs, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. Then he resumes his smirky demeanor, pointing at you dramatically. "Then let's match off, rookie!" He raises his arm, swinging it down quickly and dramatically. "JAN-KEN-!"\n\n<hr>\n[["-Pon, Paper!"|FRanX23x4]]\n\n[["-Pon, Scissors!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["-Pon, kick to the groin!"|FRanX]]

Hey, why not? He looks hot, he looks nice, he's got a great-seeming dog, what if just looking means you miss the opportunity of a lifetime? (And loaded. Don't forget the money. You're supposed to pretend the money doesn't actually matter but let's not forget it entirely.) You set off after him, catching up as he stops off at a rest station to water both himself and his pooch. "Hey there," you say by way of greeting, giving him a smile.\n\n"Hey." He flashes you back a rather winning grin of his own, then glances around. "Looking for your dog?"\n\n"Don't have one, I guess I came to enjoy them vicariously," you admit, shrugging and spreading your hands, still smiling.\n\n"Well you're in luck there, because Cam here really enjoys being enjoyed vicariously," the guy says with a laugh, gesturing to the German Shepherd who's now sitting and looking up at you, tongue lolled out and a doggy grin on his face.\n\n"Hiiiii Cam," you coo, kneeling down and starting to rub the dog's head and neck, his tail starting to wag excitedly. You glance up at his owner and grin again. "Cyan."\n\n"Matthew."\n\nAnd that was your meet-cute with your new boyfriend. Matthew turns out to be an amazing guy, funny, sweet, kind, thoughtful, very into games if not quite as into it as you. And though we're still pretending that it doesn't matter, yes, he is in fact rich, both from his family and on his own account. Turns out his father founded a large, popular online shopping site and still owns quite a number of shares, while he himself took to programming. He even graduated both high school and college early, and at the age of only twenty has his own "web solutions" company, which is business speak for him dragging companies out of web 1.0 or 2.0 and into the 21st century. Not that it <i>matters</i>, hahaha.\n\nYour father is, of course, very Not Happy with you both dating and dating a twenty-year-old, but Matthew is actually able to win him over. (Your mother gets won over rather more easily, having far less of a problem with it from the start.) Of course it probably helps that he puts them in touch with his company's HR department and they both wind up getting taken on as freelancers. Not that he told HR to, which he's very clear about, they just need more people with art design and photography skills, and your parents both fit the bill and are rather happy with their larger-than-usual checks from it. But he's personable enough that soon enough some of your dates with him are being coopted into family dinner nights. Your friends like him too, along with a mingling of resentment at him now taking up most of your time and jealousy at the fact that you've pretty much outdone them all in the SO department. (Not that such things <i>matter</i>, right?) Plus Cam is just, like, the best dog ever. He's every bit as sweet, charming, and thoughtful as his master, going with you on a number of your dates even. He seems to adore you as much as Matthew does, often beating your boyfriend to the door to greet you when you come over, wanting some of that sweet headrub action.\n\nBut you're happy with Matthew over the next year. In fact, very happy. You're kind of starting to think of a future where you're Mrs. Web Solutions. There's just one problem.\n\n"Oh come <i>on</i> Matt!" you groan, throwing your arms up in the air before leaning back against the arm of the couch, putting your hands over your face. "I'm seventeen! Forget the Romeo & Juliet laws, I'm actually <i>completely</i> legal now in this state!"\n\n"Look, I just... my personal feelings on purity and waiting for marriage aside, which I've already made clear, I've seen too many people brought down over that sort of thing, okay?" he says with a sigh. "I would rather us wait until we're married to give ourselves to each other. And I know what the law says, but people are still pretty hung up on a hard eighteen, maybe even more with an age gap."\n\n"It's four years! Our age gap isn't even long enough for a car lease to be up!" you complain back. That's the problem. Matthew won't put out. In fact your relationship has been <i>remarkably</i> chaste this entire time, with him reluctant to even hug or kiss in public. You really like him and you're <i>really</i> attracted to him, and let's face it, you're horny as hell. But no matter how you argue, or entice, or encourage, he's stood firm on not doing anything sexual until you're eighteen, possibly not even until the two of you are married. "Isn't this situation reversed?" you mutter, rubbing at your face with both hands.\n\n"Huh?"\n\n"Nothing, nothing." You flap a hand in the air and sit up, scooting around to sit semi-properly on the couch again. "I guess at least summer is pretty much here. Hey, I guess it'll officially be the first anniversary of when we met in not too long, huh?"\n\nMatthew winces visibly. "Yeaaaah I was about to tell you. Unfortunately I'm gonna be gone for most of the summer."\n\n"What?"\n\n"Yeah, we've landed a really huge Japanese company that's splitting off from its parent and wants to completely reinvent its web presence. It's gonna be at least two months, starting soon, I'm really sorry honey." He rubs the back of his neck, then smiles. "Still, we can video chat all the time, and even game, it's not like I'm going somewhere without internet. And I'll bring you back a ton of souvenirs, anything you want!" He laughs a bit at the way you can't quite help the sparkle in your eyes at that, then continues. "Although I kind of wanted to ask you, since I have to do this, would you consider staying over here while I'm gone, to take care of Cam and keep him company? I'd usually put him in a kennel if I was going to be gone more than a few days, but I know he'd be happier with you instead."\n\nYou raise an eyebrow. "I dunno, Matt, I mean my parents adore you and all, but if I tell them I'm gonna be spending two months at my boyfriend's house, they might not 100% believe you left the country. I might be able to swing keeping him at my place, though."\n\n"That's the thing, your parents are coming along with me. Their submissions for this project's concept were rated the best, so they're gonna be overseas with me the entire time. I already okayed this plan with them at the office today before we came over. I mean, you can still take Cam over to your place if you'd rather stay there, but all his stuff is here, and you can use all my stuff here, so." He holds up his hands. "Look, no pressure, I mean, I don't wanna force you to do anything. Just, I really have to oversee this job personally, this is a huge deal for the company, plus I'll have a lot of time to work on your parents some more, y'know?" He actually looks a little bashful as he says, "Maybe feel out what they'd think of becoming my in-laws?"\n\nYou hesitate a little. Put like that, well...\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, you'll do it.|GGDog13x2]]\n\n[[No, you want to go to Japan.|GGDog]]\n\n[[No, you don't want to do it at all.|GGDog]]

You worry your lower lip a bit, staring at that big, throbbing, and decidedly inhuman cock... but also decidedly there and ready to go. You take a quick glance around the bedroom, as if just to assure yourself you really are alone and there's nobody else to see you even think about this. But no, there's no one... your boyfriend and parents are, by now, well on their way to Japan, so it's not like anyone could walk in on you. Matthew values his privacy so you know there are no cameras and that no cleaning staff or anything come over without being called first, and there's no way for anyone to see in from outside. So it's not like anyone would ever <i>know</i>, your brain insists. Call it a crazy whim, call it an intense curiosity and desire to experiment, call it temporary insanity from being horny for an entire year and then abandoned right before your anniversary. ... Call it what you want, it's obvious at this point that you're doing this.\n\nDropping the bikini top, you instead crawl up onto the bed on all fours, looking over at Cam and then giving your bare ass a shake. "Hey. Hey, Cam, c'mere boy, c'mon." His head tilts a bit, and you suspect he normally isn't allowed on the bed... you also suspect that Matthew brings him up there anyway occasionally from the way that it's only a brief hesitation before he jumps up with you. His tail's wagging as he moves up behind you, and it's pretty much confirmed that he was drawn to your scent as he leans in and starts sniffing at your bare, slick pussy, making you blush even brighter than you already were at contemplating this. The sudden flick of his broad tongue at first startles you more than anything else, making you jump a bit in place, then shiver as he starts lapping at you quickly, tongue practically covering your entire pussy with every lick, pressing up between your pussylips, regularly flicking over your pucker.\n\nA silly grin curls your lips even as you bite the lower one again, eyes closing. You have to admit, whatever else happens, this particular part was a good idea, or at least it seems like it every time a little flash of pleasure flickers through you at Cam's tongue slipping over your asshole. You start letting your hips twitch and roll in time with his motions, instinctively trying to get at the best spots... but the motion apparently inspires another thought in the horny canine. You give a little yelp of surprise as he's suddenly leaping forward onto your back, forelegs hugging around your middle as his hips thrust and wiggle, the tip of that large cock poking at you as he tries to find your entrance. Just as you're waffling between reaching back and helping him or maybe just calling the whole thing off instead, he finds his mark and thrusts forward, that long, red rocket sliding deep inside you, the bit of a bulge in the middle hitting all the right spots.\n\n"Ohhhhhh fffffffffffUCK," you groan, your eyes rolling as your boyfriend's best friend and pet starts pounding away at you, slamming that hard canine cock into your very wet, very eager pussy over and over, his breath hot on your ear as he pants, tongue brushing your shoulder, then flicking over your ear as he licks at you affectionately, even as he's trying his best to fuck your brains out. And doing a pretty good job of it, too, your mind steadily fogging over with the pure pleasure of just being <i>fucked</i>, by a male who just wants to <i>fuck</i>, who wants to satisfy your needy cunt with a big fat cock. Some part of you can't help but think that maybe Cam's been pent up for the last year too, and maybe he's finally getting what he wants even as he makes you cum for the first time, your body shuddering and your pussy clenching around the thick dog dick slamming away at it.\n\nSome part of you also wants to feel guilty for not only fucking a dog, but fucking your boyfriend's dog, and in your boyfriend's bed. Except in your current state of mind all that does is feed back into how deliciously wicked and lewd and so finally fucking satisfying it is. You let your own tongue loll out as you start fucking back against Cam's thrusts, pumping yourself back against him and feeling his fur rubbing along your back and ass as you do. You can feel something slapping against the entrance of your pussy, growing thicker and harder with every impact, and despite your previously virginal tightness you're by now so wet and eager that when Cam finally puts a bit of extra oomph into one of his own thrusts, his knot is stuffed inside you rather easily, almost immediately starting to swell and lock in. Your eyes roll up almost completely, your whole body shuddering hard and constantly as you have the most intense orgasm of your life at the feeling of that fat canine cock swelling larger and gushing animal jizz deep inside you.\n\nCam gives your ear and neck a few more affectionate licks, before he wiggles around and manages to twist to face away, his wagging tail swishing over your ass as he officially makes you his bitch. Your arms lose their remaining strength and you slump down to rest your head on the pillow, twitching and moaning as your boyfriend's pet just keeps pouring more and more hot canine cum into your quivering cunt.\n\nIt takes quite awhile for his knot to shrink, but eventually Cam wiggles forward and his cock pops out, dropping down from your sex with a small shower of dog jizz onto the sheets. Still moaning softly, you slip a hand between your legs, sliding fingers into your gaping, messy pussy to stroke and feel it out now that it's been thoroughly doggy-dicked. Yeah, there's no helping it. You have to admit that you're...\n\n<hr>\n[[... addicted to dog cock.|GGDog]]\n\n[[... a complete pervert.|GGDog]]\n\n[[... in love with Cam.|GGDog]]

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!" Cutter wails, recoiling from your clenched fist as if it were a particularly ugly snake. "What, but... but... this is impossible! I, Cutter Kid, defeated by an amateur! No, it's not possible! It's not possible!"\n\n"I mean I'm pretty sure it's like a one in three chance, dude," you mutter, going flateyed.\n\n"No! No, this is... you must be truly gifted!" Cutter snarls, clenching his fist. "You must be some sort of Jan-Ken-Prodigy! No one could possibly defeat me and..." He chokes up, then turns and bolts away down the street, calling out, "YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF ME!", what little cool factor there might have been ruined by his voice cracking and the streams of tears flying away from his face in his wake, the rest of the group shouting "BROOOOOOO!" and taking off after him.\n\n"..." Putting a hand to your head, you give it a shake. "This town."\n\nWhile the people nearby seem fairly relieved to be rid of the weirdos, the scene was ultimately so awkward that no one really wants to acknowledge it, including you, so your rewards aren't quite as generous as you'd hoped. Still, you manage to get several snacks out of it, and kill time until late afternoon before finally wandering home just in time for dinner. Akane's cooled off enough that she's largely ignoring you.\n\n"So, boy, what did you do today?" Genma asks with a grunt.\n\n"Took up a brand new mystical art and immediately crushed a man's heart and soul with it," you answer absently before stuffing a dumpling in your mouth.\n\n"What, only one?"\n\nRolling your eyes, you finish off dinner and then head to the bath, as usual rinsing off with the showerhead in the wall before stepping into the furo. You blink a few times as you slide in up to your hips and find that the water's still lapping lightly against a smooth, flat crotch and settling around pussylips, so quickly dunk yourself under completely. You come back up with a gasp and look down... at a pair of warm pink boobs dripping with water. "W-what the?!" You stand bolt upright with a splash, staring down at yourself, then noticing the glint on your wrist. You fix your gaze on the bracelet. It weighs so little and fits so snugly that you'd actually kind of forgotten you were wearing it.\n\nCould it be this thing? It's the only thing that's really changed since this morning, it has to be! You've got to find out more about this stupid bracelet and why it's blocking you from changing back! Leaping out of the tub, you grab up your pants and shirt, in your haste not bothering with your boxers as you yank on your clothes and go racing out the door, intending to find Cutter Kid and demand an explanation, even if you have to beat it out of him. Actually you might beat it out of him just on principle, come to think of it.\n\nYou haven't gone far when your path is suddenly blocked by a large dog that moves to stand in the street ahead of you, lowering its head and growling. You jerk to a halt more on instinct than anything else, taking a half-step back... only to catch more motion out of the corner of your eye. You turn and spot more dogs circling around you. What is this, some sort of urban wolf pack?! But as you watch, more and more animals approach... not just dogs, but cats (which makes you start trembling a bit, though at least none of them are coming quite close enough to completely set you off), raccoons, even some lizards. You're soon completely surrounded... and stare as the animals actually draw back to form a path for a tough-looking youth wearing a denim vest with various animal-patterned fist logos embroidered on it, his spiky black hair held up by a thick red bandanna, his tough-but-handsome face set in a smirk.\n\n"So, this is the newbie who took down Cutter Kid, huh? You must be something special to leap right in to something as complex and powerful as Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon and beat even a low-grade battler like him."\n\n"IT IS LITERALLY THE SIMPLEST CHILDREN'S GAME THERE IS!" you shriek, pointing at him with one hand and flailing with the other. Then you scowl, narrowing your eyes. "So you're one of those kooks too, huh?" Once he's smirked even smirkier and lifted his clenched fist to show off his tiger-striped stone bracelet, you continue. "What's with these stupid bracelets?! I have a curse on me that's supposed to be lifted when I go in hot water, but it's not working!"\n\n"You don't even know that, huh? Well then I, Beast-Fist Ken, will have to be the one to explain it to you. One of the benefits of playing Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon is that as long as you wear the bracelet and are regularly participating in matches, your body won't change in any way the bracelet considers negative. You won't age, get sick, or die. Apparently it will even block curses from working."\n\n"But I need to go back to being a guy!" you snap, grabbing at your bracelet and yanking a few times. "How do I get this stupid thing off?!"\n\n"There are only two ways. The first is that you refuse to partake in any matches whatsoever for a year. But if you play even an informal match of Jan-Ken-Pon, you'll be forced back into the cycle of battles! The other way... hahaha, even a prodigy like you couldn't hope for it!"\n\nThat simultaneously strokes your ego, makes you annoyed at yet again being called a 'prodigy' for a children's game, and jabs you right in the competitiveness. "Tell me what it is, jerk!"\n\n"You'd have to defeat the Grandmaster. But no one's ever done that," Ken replies smugly. "The Grandmaster is the ultimate Jan-Ken-Pon player. You'd never have a chance. No one does, even if the reward for winning is to be granted any wish imaginable. But if you could beat the Grandmaster, then you could also retire and remove the bracelet."\n\n<hr>\n[[Fine then, you just won't play!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Wait, any wish imaginable?|FRanX23x3]]

"No you don't, I must be mistaken," you agree, realizing you don't even really remember what you were mistaken about. Oh well, must not have been important.\n\n"Don't give it a second thought, dear," Aunt Emma replies easily, as if quite sure you won't. "Well, have you eaten? Ah, what am I saying, I'll have to go shopping as soon as possible, no doubt. In any event, I'm sorry Molly was so wrapped up on your first day here, but she's generally a good child, I'm sure she had a reason. Now, if you'll excuse me," she continues, turning to start heading up the stairs. "I've had a rather long day, I believe I'm going to shower and go to bed."\n\nYou watch the tall, pretty woman go, your gaze following her until she's out of sight up the stairs, then frown once she's out of sight. Why were you staring at her like that? That's... odd. Maybe you're tired too. You did have to go through airport security and a flight, which is a near-exhausting experience for pretty much everyone. Probably be best for you to turn in, too.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to bed.|FemPalladium3x4]]\n\n[[Or you could take a shower. Shower sounds good. Shower sounds nice. Showers are fantastic.|FemPalladium]]

Well, at this point you've built up a decent amount of couch momentum. Or... anti-momentum, or whatever, you may have been paying less than full attention in science class this year when they covered basic laws of physics. So you change channels and continue to couch potato away your first day in the big city.\n\nThe sky is fairly black outside when there's a jingle of keys and the front door opens. You hop up and dust yourself off, heading towards the entryway, wondering if Molly is finally back. Instead of your slight little friend you find a tall, elegant-looking woman in a white business suit, her hair long and blonde, her eyes a striking blue. She looks at you as she sets down her briefcase, not seeming overly perturbed to see a strange teenager in her home. "Ah, you must be Samantha. Molly told me you'd be arriving today, I'm her aunt."\n\n"Yeah, Aunt Emma, I heard. Nice to meet you." You try to do a subtle rub of your hand against your hip to make sure there's no chip oil on it before offering it. "Thanks for having me."\n\n"Certainly, you're welcome. Where <i>is</i> Molly?" she asks, glancing up the stairs as if listening for clues.\n\n"She had to run out, she said something came up, I don't know." You shrug a little, then tilt your head. "Hey. I think I may have seen you on television or something. You look a little familiar."\n\nShe raises one perfect, slender blonde eyebrow. "No, I don't, you must be mistaken."\n\n<hr>\n[[No, she doesn't, you must be mistaken.|FemPalladium3x3]]

You consider wandering around the city on your own, then shrug. You won't know any particularly good places to go, and besides, you came here to have fun with your friend. Best to wait for her to get back. You wander through the house for a little while, then finally settle for flopping down on the couch to watch TV.\n\nAs you flip through the channels, you notice some local reports talking about stuff that sounds straight out of comic books. You're starting to wonder if there might be something to this, or if Palladium City is just really dedicated to its kayfabe. Either way you settle on more mundane fare for movie watching, occasionally wandering into the kitchen to scrounge up snacks. \n\nThe sky outside the windows is starting to darken when your phone buzzes and tones, announcing a new text message. You see it's from Molly and unlock the screen. 'I am so totes sorry btu this is gunna take while longr. :((((( 3 hrs at lest. srry.'\n\nSighing, you shift around on the couch to slide the phone back into your pocket. Damn, the whole day's looking to go down the tubes, at this point.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay in.|FemPalladium3x2]]\n\n[[Go out.|FemPalladium]]

You snort a little as you approach the bed, looking at the small mountain of plush toys piled up at the head of it. This is either a very gay female mage or a very immature male one. You eye the stack, picking out a number of different animals. Well, they do all seem well made... maybe at the least they could fetch a silver or so apiece, though you might actually feel vaguely bad about selling them. You picture a grown man crying in the background while you hand over one of his beloved stuffed animals to some shopkeep, and simultaneously cringe and feel a little guilty. Yeah, maybe it's not worth it.\n\nStill, a lot of the little buggers are pretty cute. Maybe he made them himself and it's just a hobby? That'd make you feel a little better. Actually, looking at them, you feel your fingers almost twitch with the desire to pick one up and play with it a bit. It's not like you hate stuffed toys, after all... in fact, you probably like them a bit more than a teenager should, which is why most of yours are in the closet, save for a select few video game related ones. Maybe just a quick snuggle of one wouldn't hurt.\n\nThen you catch yourself yawning, reflexively raising a hand to cover your mouth. Ah, geez... maybe it's just the bed looking really comfy, but suddenly you feel exhausted. Admittedly, as kind of Ulf as it was to share his bedroll, it's small, not very luxurious, and laid on the ground, so you can't claim to have slept all that great since you started your adventure. Maybe just a quick little nap would perk you right up.\n\nOr a plushie snuggle. That might perk you up too.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pet a wolf plush.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Squeeze a dragon plush.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[["Zugzug" at an orc plush.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Ruffle a lion plush.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Adopt a bear plush.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Flop and take a nap.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

It's not like the tendrils feel bad or anything... actually, pretty good, even if it's a little ticklish. "Sure, alright," you allow, grinning.\n\n"Thanks, Sam. I just kinda... mmmf," Molly murmurs, leaning up again to kiss and suckle at your throat. As she does, the black ooze reappears, sliding over her skin again and sheathing her body, though again not hiding a bit of the shape of it, her pert little ass still shown off despite now being glossy black. You gasp a little as her body wriggles atop yours... and every part of where she's touching you seems to be stroking your skin, caressing you with her own touch, even as her actual hands move up to slide along your arms and entwine her fingers with yours, pressing them to the bed above your head. With every little arch of her back and roll of her body, it's like you're being caressed and stroked by a lover's tender, yearning hands, brushing and gently tweaking your nipples, rubbing your belly. You can even feel it rubbing your hips and thighs as the stuff spreads from Molly's body across yours a bit.\n\n"S-Sam," Molly moans against your throat, tilting her head to lick at the underside of your chin. "I can... feel you... n-not just like when I touch you... I can feel your skin so clearly... I can feel your heartbeat... I can feel it like I'm touching you everywhere, tasting you everywhere..."\n\n"Yeah, that's what it feels like to me too," you murmur back, squeezing her hands and gasping a little as you arch your hips some. "Like... your tongue and fingers are all over me at once..."\n\n"Oh fuck, it's driving me crazy," Molly groans, the profanity sounding both hilarious and arousing in her sweet voice. She begins rocking herself against you, writhing her body against yours in a gentle rhythm to match her panted breath.\n\nYou're so overcome by the strange but sensual feeling of Molly seeming to make love to the entire front of your body at once that you barely even notice that there's something pressing against your opening until suddenly it's slipping inside you. You gasp, hips jerking, but whatever it is, it's delivering that same tender, adoring stroke-licking to your pussylips and the inner walls of your sex now, and you can barely muffle a cry as you cum. If Molly even realizes what she's doing, she doesn't say, instead continuing to suckle at your throat and moan lowly as she pumps her hips, really, actually fucking you now as well as making love to you, the long shaft apparently jutting from her crotch pushing deeper and deeper into you with every rock of her hips. Rather than protest, you wrap your legs around her, hooking your feet over her slender calves, feeling even more of the bonded suit's substance stroke and caress you as she fucks you with it. You squeeze your legs, actually encouraging her to thrust deeper into you, eager to feel that caress deeper and deeper inside you.\n\nFinally Molly shudders, giving a soft mewl that almost sounds like it carries some deeper resonant sound in it, thrusting her hips forward hard. You arch your back hard as you feel something bulge at the base of her shaft, spreading your pussylips wide as it presses inside, then letting them close around it. That bulge just slides deeper and deeper inside you, the orgasms it causes making your pussy spasm and help draw it deeper inside. You can feel some inner wall being pushed open as well, something like a mix of pleasure and pain making you briefly white out. When you come back to yourself, you're laying beneath a gasping, panting Molly, your body trembling and skin coated with sweat, most of her own skin glistening, save for a glossy black streak running down her back. A shift of your hips finds that she's no longer inside you, letting you finally calm down enough to think straight.\n\n"O-oh... oh wow," Molly groans, eyes closed and a look of exhausted satisfaction on her face... before her eyes pop open and worry replaces it. "Oh... oh, geez, Sam, I... I didn't know that was gonna happen," she murmurs, propping herself up and looking down at you, a hand briefly covering her mouth. "I just... I started acting on instinct, or maybe its instinct, and then it felt so good and I wasn't thinking and... a-are you okay?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[It's all good.|FemPalladium3x8]]\n\n[[That was too freaky.|FemPalladium]]

Figuring there's likely to be a good game of lasertag afoot somewhere in that section, you follow the path towards Survivalland. Soon you notice lots of buildings with front facades done up in various styles, with nice big letters over the entrance announcing their purpose. You notice a woman in a blue top and black miniskirt, a white shirt tied around her waist with a (what you assume is fake) gun stuffed in it, and heavy-duty boots on her feet. She's passing out fliers to mostly distracted tourists.\n\n"Hey, 'Jill Valentine', right?" you ask in an amused tone as you walk over.\n\n"That's me," she answers with a grin, handing you one of the glossy fliers. "Interested in a bit of action?"\n\nChoosing not to take that wrong, you glance at the flier before looking around. "Yeah, so what all is there?"\n\n"Well, there's a lot of great attractions, but there's a handful of my favorites really close by. Obviously I've got to suggest <b>[[Starving Corpses|StarvCorpStart]]</b>," she begins, pointing over towards a nearby building done up like a battered shopping mall front. "You can fight against multiple kinds of zombies and mutants as you do your best to save your brains, and the rest of you too!"\n\n"And then there's more supernaturally-oriented fare, like <b>[[Hell Rising|HellRiseStart]]</b>," she continues, gesturing to a red and black mansion-style facade building. "Someone's done a ritual that will flood the world with demons and all sorts of other nasty things from down below, and it's up to you to seal the portal before the big boss comes through and ends the world!"\n\n"On the other end of that is science run amok, in <b>[[Isla Sauria|SauriaStart]]</b>," 'Jill' adds, gesturing to a building done up in giant fake bones and a large red and black logo with what looks like a velociraptor skeleton in mid-leap on it. "You'll play a mercenary sent in to rescue scientists and civilians on an island paradise... populated with bioengineered dinosaurs that have escaped their enclosures!"\n\n"We now also have a brand new [[Pokemon Gym|PokeSamStart]]! It may not seem very 'survival-y', but hey, it involves traipsing all around trying to win fights, we figured it was close enough," she says with a grin. \n\n"And the last of my personal suggestions, there's <b>[[Specter Sweepers|SSweepStart]]</b>," the mascot finishes, pointing to a building with a firehouse facade on the front. "You'll take on the role of a professional non-corporeal entity removal specialist, armed with special weapons for taking out poltergeists and other haunts!" She grins. "So, what do you think you'd be interested in...?"

Molly slips up to her feet agilely and reaches over to turn on the lamp on her bedside table. You can see now that she's covered neck-to-toe in something faintly shiny and black, like a skintight bodysuit. Literally skintight, you note, able to make out the slight curves of her labia and hood, and the bumps of her nipples. It's not like a layer of paint but it might be like a layer of latex. There's still little bits of it crawling up the sides of her neck from where it retracted to leave her short hair rumpled more than usual and her cute face visible. There's a squared-off red hourglass shape on her chest right between her practically nonexistent breasts.\n\n"Sorry, guess I didn't realize that you might take my bed. Especially since I ditched you." She rubs the back of her head sheepishly. "Sorry." When you just stare at her, she sighs. "Okay, yeah, I'm a superhero."\n\n"You're... seriously?"\n\n"Well it would be hard for me to demonstrate much of it right now without alerting Aunt Emma again, but yeah. See, this suit's not really a suit, it... well, it's alive." She brushes a hand over her hip, and you think you see part of the surface of the black writhe just a little.\n\n"... What, it's some sort of... alien or something?"\n\n"Nuh-uh. I mean I thought something like that too, but it explained... okay it didn't really explain, it doesn't communicate like that... but it got me to understand that it's from Earth too. Apparently these things were a lot more common a long time ago, but then the environment changed, I think because of the ice age, and most of them died. This one went into a kinda suspended animation though, until I literally stumbled on it one spring out on the beach."\n\n"So you... you ditched me today to... go fight supervillains?" you ask, a little numb.\n\n"I didn't <i>ditch</i> you! ... But okay yeah, that's why I ditched you. Sorry, Model Kit was making a whole bunch of trouble, every costume in the city was running around like crazy trying to get it all handled. I'm really tired."\n\n"... Okay then." You nod slowly again. "Two more questions, then... first, what's with the logo?"\n\n"Huh?" Molly glances down, raising her fingertips to her chest. "Oh, that. Yeah, it likes spiders for some reason, not sure why, it just put that there on its own. But I got the superhero name 'Widow', that's cool, huh? Anyhow, what's the other?"\n\n"Is your aunt correct in what she thought just now?" you ask dryly. The answer is immediately obvious from the way her freckled cheeks almost glow pink.\n\n<br>\n[[Kiss her.|FemPalladium3x6]]\n\n[[Let her down easy.|FemPalladium]]

Shaking your head a little as if trying to clear it of cobwebs, you huff as a brief obsession with showers flits across your mind. Yeah, you're definitely tired. Making a mental note to give Molly an earful in the morning, you head upstairs to her room. Changing into the jogging pants and tanktop you use for sleepwear, you spend a moment considering the rolled-up blankets and pillows set out nearby. Snorting, you decide that Molly can sleep on the floor or couch or whatever, since she had more important things to do today. Sure, you might feel bad later if you find out it really <i>was</i> important, but for now you're taking her bed.\n\nLate in the night you wake up to the sound of the window opening. Sleep is still fogging your brain when you feel a foot get planted firmly on your side, the intruder stumbling in surprise. You yelp a bit yourself at being trod on, then whirl and grab for the dark form looming over the bed, rolling out of bed as you wrestle with it furtively, both of you thudding heavily to the floor. You manage to roll on top of the intruder, your eyes widening as you see a black mask with huge white lenses that shine faintly in the darkness. You start to open your mouth to call for help, only for a hand to clap across your lips.\n\n"It's me!" Molly's voice hisses. "Calm down!" Shocked into stillness, you can feel the slender form under you go rigid as well as there are footsteps outside and the hall light clicks on.\n\n"Is everything alright in there?" Aunt Emma's voice calls.\n\nThe black mask peels back from Molly's head all on its own, leaving your friend to glance at the door. "Everything's fine! I, uh..." She looks at you, then calls, "I fell out of bed and landed on Sam!" She gives you a sheepish grimace of apology.\n\n"Yes, well, try to land on Sam a little more softly next time, some of us have work in the morning," comes the dry reply, the light under the door disappearing.\n\n"Well, great, now she thinks we're lesbians," Molly mutters, letting her black-clad hand drop away from your mouth.\n\n"Forget lesbians, what <i>are</i> you?" you hiss back a bit angrily.\n\n"Well I'll tell you if you let me up!"\n\nEyeing her dubiously, you nod slowly and roll off of her, shifting to sit on the floor and lean back against the bed.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|FemPalladium3x5]]

Screw it, may as well admit you're enjoying this. Grinning wickedly, you nod. "Yeah, next up!"\n\n"Alright! Hm, better adjust the pad size a bit," Celest murmurs, working some of the other controls. You blink as the room seems to abruptly grow a bit larger, including the pads (and the one you're standing on) doubling in size. Then the purple-skinned alien says, "Alright, beaming up... now!"\n\nAs you suppose you might have expected from her expanding the size of the platform, the thing that appears next to you isn't exactly a rabbit. Instead it towers over you, sporting leathery gray skin and big, tree trunklike legs. The elephant at least seems docile enough, turning its head back and forth, trunk raising from between its long tusks as it gives a blast of curiosity.\n\n"Whoa," you murmur, eyes widening both at the sheer size of the beast, and the size of its massive, wrinkled gray balls. "Celest, are you sure about this? I mean..." You decide to be honest. "I mean, at this point I'm down, but can you... take what it'll be like?"\n\n"Hm. I proooobably ought to change, just in case," she allows. You look over, then stare as her cock smoothly pulls back up into its near-sheath and inside, just before her balls pull up and inside her as well, apparently shrinking as they do. Her crotch bulges and then gently opens up, turning into a very thick-lipped pussy that bulges a little between her thighs. "There. Don't worry, my anatomy's very... adaptable, I'll be just fine like this. Now, you ready?"\n\nShrugging and grinning, you announce "Pachyderm me up!" This time, you're already getting turned on at the sensation of being beamed, and almost immediately after you rematerialize on the main pad you grab your tits and start kneading eagerly, moaning. "Ohhhh yeah, fuck, I can feel it starting!" you groan happily as your tits start to swell in your hands, gradually turning gray as they grow, your fingers gradually thickening as you knead at them. As your ears grow wider and thinner and your nose starts to push outward from your face, expanding into something tubelike as your nostrils reorient to the front of it, you reach one hand down and grab your cock as it starts to grow in, and grow, and grow, stroking and pumping it as it begins writhing and shuddering. In fact your whole body is growing, expanding, your hips and legs and middle getting thicker, ass more full and round as your tail pushes out and swings over it, the gray from your tits spreading out gradually through your whole body. You let out an exultant bellow through your new trunk as you just keep getting bigger and bigger, passing seven feet, and then eight feet as your body turns thick and heavyset, with tits the size of beanbag chairs and still growing.\n\nFinally you stop at roughly eleven feet tall, letting out another long trumpet from your trunk as you raise both hands back to your tits again, letting your cock sway in the air on its own. It's not shaped too dissimilarly to your trunk, actually... and you seem to have a fair bit of control over it too, able to make it sway, or curl, or thrust all on its own. Celest approaches, yellow eyes a little glazed, as if she wer mesmerized by its movements. Without a moment's hesitation you pick her up, your big hands wrapping around her middle, her body practically weightless to you as you raise her up, the end of your trunk stroking over her face, snuffling and 'kissing' as she wriggles. Her hands come to rest on your huge, boulder-like gray tits, stroking and pressing against them, her body wriggling and her mouth giving moans into your trunk as your near-prehensile prick rubs against her thighs and her ass. And then you pull her down and thrust your cock upwards at the same time, the alien howling with sluttish glee as she's stretched wider than both your arms would have been before the teleporter merge, the immense outline of your trunklike cock sliding up her belly and between her breasts.\n\nYou barely even have to move your hands or hips, largely able to thrust your cock in and out of her with its own powerful muscles... as much as you're stroking her face and neck and tits adoringly with your trunk, you can't help but feel like you're using her like some sort of masturbation aid for your immense prick, and you love it. From the way her overstretched pussy is trying to clench around your pachyderm prick, and that she's gushing every second or third stroke with enough pale pink girlcum to soak your heavy gray balls, or that she seems to be babbling what you suspect is a lot of variants on 'fuck me' in her own language, you're almost certain she's enjoying being used as a sex toy too. You lift her up and press her between your huge tits, her entire upper body almost disappearing inside them, your big hands grabbing her ass and using it for leverage as you work her over your thrusting, writhing, wriggling elephant cock.\n\nEventually you thrust your trunk in the air and let out a long bellow as you start emptying your elephantine balls into your little alien friend. Celest lolls back, her eyes rolled and her tongue jutting out and then lolling down her cheek by about a foot as the immense outline of your prick in her belly gradually begins to soften as it swells and grows. You can still see the head where it rests between her huge purple tits, and almost swear you could see a little bulge every time your prick shudders and shoots another blast, but mostly you can see her belly wobble and shudder heavily until she looks about ten months pregnant.\n\n"Ah... ah... wow," she murmurs once she's pulled her tongue back into her mouth, giving another shiver, her pussy clenching snug around you. Not a single drop of your cum has escaped, as far as you can tell. "Wow. That one was..."\n\n"Yeah," you rumble in a much deeper voice, ears flapping.\n\n"Mm. Okay, put me down, so I can reverse the beam," she says, wriggling a little.\n\n<hr>\n[[You got it.|GGAlien1x9]]\n\n[[Oh I don't think so.|GGAlien]]

You don't have a plan, or any idea of what you could actually do, but you're already on your feet and heading for the door, only knowing that the girl you love is in trouble and you have to help her.\n\nYou lurch and give a cry as there's suddenly a roiling pressure in your gut, making you stagger and lean a hand on the wall, your other pressing to your belly. Not knowing what's happening, or caring, you start to step forward again, intent on saving Molly, only for the pressure to come again, this time bringing with it such a wildly out of place wave of pleasure that it almost makes you lose connection with reality. Your next staggering step has you collapsing to your knees as your pussy becomes soppingly, almost gushingly wet, the wells of your sex twitching and spasming as you brace yourself on knees and one hand, the other still pressed against the wall. You can feel something like a slightly yielding solid inside you pressing out, actually starting to slide downward from inside you, spreading you open as it goes.\n\nIt almost feels like giving birth... no, you're laying an egg, your fevered mind realizes, the thing inside you too smooth and round to be anything else. There's some pain, but it's buried beneath the waves of pleasure as whatever it is keeps sliding down. Acting as if on instinct, you reach down and fumble at your jeans, enough that you can shove them and your panties down around your knees, baring your pussy as splashes of girlcum gush down from it. Your eyes roll up in your head as you can feel your outer lips starting to spread open around the football-sized ovoid, your hips bucking and ass shaking in the air as it pushes further and further out of you. Finally the waves of orgasms taper off as it drops free, leaving you panting and shuddering, your head dropping to watch as the smooth, perfect, glossy black oval drops to rest in the soaked crotch of your panties and jeans. But almost instantly it starts spreading out, loosing its shape as it melts into black goo that stretches out, pseudopods of it flinging up to grab your wet inner thighs and starting to spread across your body from there. Your eyes widen as you realize what must be happening, but it's happening too fast for you to make a decision on whether you really want it or not.\n\nIt spreads over your ass and sex, conforming to the shape of them perfectly, only the flat black color of it helping hide the details. As it slides up your belly it subsumes your shirt, plastering it against your stomach and then your breasts, your nipples outlined clearly through the black layer of stuff. You feel... you feel another presence, another awareness at the edge of your thoughts as it slides up your neck, tendrils edging across your jaw and cheeks, covering over your hair. As it starts to cover your eyes, you can't help but look back towards the TV screen, and watch as one of the armored men does a flyby, punching Widow in the jaw. The thought you have at the sight is echoed by the other, not in words, but in depth of feeling.\n\n<hr>\n[["I have to help her!"|FemPalladium]]\n\n[["If they've hurt her, I'm going to kill them."|FemPalladium]]

"I'm fine," you assure her, grinning as you lean in to peck her on the lips. "I've... really got no complaints, that was weird and unexpected, but... wow."\n\n"You're sure?" Molly frets a bit more, before squeaking and blushing as you kiss her on the nose. "Yeah, okay, I guess you're sure."\n\nOver the next few weeks you and Molly have quite a bit of fun... both in the standard fun of watching movies, playing games, and going sightseeing around the city, as well as the sort of fun the two of you often have when her aunt's not home. Or when no one's watching. And once, when the two of you are almost randomly overcome, rushing into a stall in a public restroom and sliding your a hand down the front of each others' pants, moaning into one another's mouths as you finger-fuck each other to multiple rather messy orgasms that necessitate a calm, collected, and fast return back to her place before your soaked panties make it all the way through to your jeans. You're actually surprised sometimes by the intensity of your attraction to her... you already thought she was cute, and sex was definitely great with her, but there are times where you'll look at her and it will suddenly be all you can do to not tackle her and ride her face right there in the middle of the arcade, or pizza parlor, or sidewalk.\n\nActually a lot of fantasies don't involve just riding her face. Her 'friend' comes out to play whenever the two of you are alone and in private, and while you never exactly expected a lesbian relationship to involve you being bent over the couch and railed by a long, warm, throbbing pole, you find you have few complaints. In fact you can't really get it out of your head entirely at any point... you find yourself dreaming of Molly clad in black, though weirdly sometimes you're not sure it's Molly... you see her swinging around like she's demonstrated for you a few times, but it's not in the city, it's somewhere darker, wilder, hotter, and you wake up sweating and rolling over in bed, kissing her needfully and begging her to fuck you. \n\nOf course, often your fun times, either at home or out in public, are interrupted. You just sort of have to get used to hearing alarm bells and getting a hurried peck on the cheek from Molly as she ducks into an alley, black goo already starting to slide over her skin and clothes, or her having to pull away and run out the door with a blurted "Sorrygottagoloveyou!" at some news report. Oh well. You guess that comes with the territory of dating a superhero. In fact, today seems to have brought that up, as in the middle of laying on top of her on the couch, kissing her over and over (and maybe doing a light suck on her tongue here and there), there's a noise from the TV that you've really come to loathe. Sighing, you go ahead and sit up as the news anchor comes on.\n\n"We have breaking news from the downtown parade, where a group of men in some sort of powered armor have attacked the parade and the viewers in an apparently random act of violence," the grim-faced, somehow generic reporter intones as footage of men in colorful metal suits flying about firing energy blasts plays in the picture-in-picture screen next to his head. "Though the powered armor resembles that of the heroes known as Prometheus and Titania, no connection is known at this point, as the duo were last known to be offworld on-"\n\n"I gotta go, sorry!" Molly blurts, leaping over the back of the couch as black goo engulfs her clothing, seemingly melting it into the skintight bodysuit form. \n\n"Be careful!" you call, more out of reflex than anything else. Molly, ah, Widow hasn't had any problems so far. What should be different about today?\n\nA few minutes later your face has gone pale and you feel like throwing up as you watch the news feed on the screen. It didn't take long for Widow to get there, but things went bad, fast. There are four of the armored men and one if her, and they kept her switching targets fairly handily. Then one apparently had the idea of blasting out one of the supports of a roofed balcony a bunch of people were trapped on. A bunch of slung webbing only slowed the roof's collapse long enough for your black-clad girlfriend to take the place of the support structure, forced to hold it up with arms and legs still trembling slightly. As you watch, one of the armored criminals flies up and, apparently after mocking her, slugs her in the stomach with his metal fist, Widow's body jerking with the impact but refusing to buckle.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have to help her!|FemPalladium3x9]]\n\n[[What could you do?|FemPalladium]]

"Alright, so, focus on little Dillan," you murmur, bringing your hands up to press your fingertips to the side of your forehead, closing your eyes.\n\nIt's... weird, but after a moment you really do get a look inside the house. It's vaguely distorted, sort of what you imagine looking out from the inside of a snow globe would look like, complete with drifting specks of white, but overall you still have a pretty clear view. The living room below is fully decked out with decorations and presents already under the tree, and a plate of cookies with glass of milk waiting in front of the burned-to-embers fire. And a bit brighter than the rest, as if faintly highlighted, is a boy who looks to be about twelve or so, crouched behind the wall separating the living room and dining room and peering around the doorway and towards the fireplace.\n\n"Oh gosh, he's waiting to try and spot Santa!" you declare, with a mixture of 'aw, adorable!' and 'oh no, what now?!'\n\n"Lots of kids do that, we don't count it against them," Rudy chuckles. "Don't worry, just wait him out."\n\n"But won't that throw off all the other deliveries?" you ask, peeking an eye open to look at the buff reindeer man.\n\n"Nah. Time works sort of funny during deliveries. Until we leave the house time won't really pass, it'll just sort of be in stasis. Once we leave everything gets sorted out... it'll be 12:01 until we're gone, but maybe it works out that he remembers falling asleep at 1:30 or something. Don't sweat it."\n\n"Oh, that's useful." Closing both eyes again, you watch Dillan in his crouched position. Gradually, he shifts around on the floor, slumping a bit more and more as time goes on. Eventually his head droops, bobbing a few times as he struggles to stay awake, before he finally sinks to the floor and sprawls out, obviously fast asleep. Giggling a little, you open your eyes, glancing at Rudy who nods encouragingly. Taking a deep breath, you clamber up onto the chimney, then step forward and drop down into it. Unlike last time, there's only a brief feeling of falling through the darkness before you're landing in a light crouch amidst the embers. Unbothered, you slip out easily enough through the fireplace and do your best to step down quietly. Giving in to the sudden urge, you snag a cookie and munch it, drinking down a bit of the milk. When you finish your snack, you realize the large bag from the back of the sleigh is resting on the floor next to you. Shrugging, you open it up, pulling out wrapped presents and arranging them under the tree, Dillan snoozing peacefully a handful of feet away.\n\nWhen you're done, you spend a moment considering, then slip back into the fireplace and give a little hop. You go shooting back up the chimney, near-instantly finding yourself popping out of it, instinctively snapping your feet out to stand on the edges of it. You wobble briefly before finding your balance, then jump down, blushing brightly as it makes your boobs wobble and sway heavily.\n\n"Good job!" Rudy says encouragingly, giving you a thumbs-up. Although is it your imagination, or is the bulge in his leather briefs bigger? Trying not to stare, you instead make your way back to the sleigh, this time bracing yourself for takeoff and managing not to yelp. The flight is roughly as long as the last one, though the architecture looks a bit different this time as the sleigh banks down, with thicker snow on the rooves and ground. "Alright, two kids live here, little Katie and her big sister Madelyn. Katie's on the nice list, and Madelyn's on the naughty list, but then, that's not unusual for teenagers."\n\n"Oh?" You blink. "Even teenagers are on Santa's list?"\n\n"You were too, remember? Anyone that keeps a tiny spark of belief in Santa in their hearts still gets tracked on the lists... although obviously a lot of the older people wind up on the naughty list for various things so they don't get Santa-presents. Anyway, like before just go on down, Katie's presents will be in the bag."\n\n"Nothing for Madelyn?"\n\n"Nope, we just skip kids that have been naughty enough to get on that list. Don't worry, I'm sure her parents still got her stuff, it's not like she's <i>bad</i>. Oh, but don't forget-"\n\n"Santavision, right." Once again closing your eyes, you focus on the thought of 'little Katie'. Sure enough you soon have a view of a little girl's bedroom, with a dark-haired angel tucked in under the covers, hugging what looks like the very same Christmas bear you bought yourself. Awwww! Of course, just to make sure that no one else is up that might catch you, you focus on her sister Madelyn as well. Your view shifts to a different bedroom... and your face turns completely red instead of just having rosy cheeks.\n\nMadelyn, who looks to be sixteen or so, is definitely not asleep and dreaming of sugarplums. In fact her covers are tossed aside, and her pajama pants and panties are down around her thighs. She's got a hand between her legs, fingers glistening with wetness as she fingers herself. Her shirt's been tugged up, one pert teenage breast being squeezed and worked by her other hand as she moans softly, the sound carrying in full theater audio quality right to your ears. If your embarrassment from catching someone in such an act wasn't bad enough, you can feel a distinct stirring from down below... your cock is getting hard!\n\n"Lemme guess, Madelyn's securing her place on the naughty list this year too," Rudy says dryly, apparently noticing your reaction.\n\nSwallowing, you give a sheepish nod of acknowledgement.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait it out.|HollyXmas8x1]]\n\n[[She seems... occupied... enough not to notice anyone downstairs.|HollyXmas5x7]]

"Um, well," you start slowly, sinking down to sit on the edge of the bed, your cheeks coloring. "I think I'd like... a kiss?"\n\n"... Eh?" The demon blinks, turning his head a bit to look at you, confusion written all over his face. He turns towards you. "Ah, no girl, I don't think you get it, I'm offering you all sorts of things that can be done with magic, just about anything your little mortal mind can imagine."\n\n"No, I got that," you say in embarrassment, ducking your head a little. "But, um... I just want you to kiss me."\n\n"... Why?" he says blankly. Wait, is his face a bit redder than before? ... Is he blushing?\n\n"Well... I guess I've just really enjoyed all of the stuff we've done, even if I didn't admit it at first, and I want to keep doing it," you murmur, your own face turning fairly red as well. "But, um, you've never actually kissed me, and I'd kind of like you to, is all."\n\n"..." The incubus stares at you for a moment more, then looks away, pooching his lips out a bit and tapping his index fingers together. "No one's ever asked for a kiss before," he says in an almost sulky tone.\n\n"Really? Um... sorry, if you can't do it..."\n\n"O-of course I can do it!" he snaps back, wheeling around to face you and pointing. "It's just a ki-kiss, right?! Anyone can do that! S-stop saying I can't do stuff, mortal!"\n\n"Okay," you reply with a little blink. This seems a little familiar somehow. Maybe one of your Japanese animes...?\n\n"S-so fine, a kiss!" The demon trots over and plops himself down on the bed beside you, then promptly sits there and squirms. You notice he's reverted his cock to the shape and size it was the first night, too... maybe he needs to concentrate at least a little to keep the horse shape, and you do seem to have rattled him pretty good. He stares down at his lap, wriggling around, his tail lashing as he makes little 'nnh' noises, obviously having to work up to it despite all his big talk. He lifts his head and starts to lean in, then pauses and draws back, tapping his index fingertips together again. "Um. ... M-my name's Malorinimaxira. ... Just 'Mal' or 'Mallory' is okay."\n\n"Oh." You blink at that, then smile. "Okay, great. It's nice to know your name."\n\n"W-well it just seems weird to kiss someone without telling them your name so don't think too much of it!" the incubus huffs, looking away and pooching out his lips briefly again. Then he takes a deep breath and turns back to you, swiftly moving in and pressing his lips against yours. You almost jump at the suddenness of it after all that waffling, but quickly close your eyes and lean in, raising a hand up to brush along one of his arms where his hands are pressing into his lap. Gradually the kiss deepens, your tongue touching against his and sliding in a slow circle-\n\nUntil the incubus suddenly shoves you down onto your back, giving a little yowl of frustration as he pounces on top of you. "HNYAAAA! You fucking weird human!" he cries as he yanks aside the crotch of your panties and slams his cock into you, making you cry out in pleasure as he starts fucking away at you almost frantically, pounding away at your ass and driving you into the bed as he chants "You weird fucking human you weird fucking human you weird fucking human!" over and over again. \n\nThe night proceeds much like the previous ones have, except instead of the usual smug, collected verbal abuse it mostly seems to be huffy, flustered variants on calling you a weirdo. ... Apparently that does it for you too, though, as you cum over and over again, your cock spurting into your panties or against your belly or onto the sheets as the incubus pounds away at you. Except somewhere in the middle there he kisses you again, muffling your gasps and cries of pleasure as his tongue works your mouth, his thrusts taking on an even more desperate edge before he finally cums inside you. As you're laying there twitching and moaning, he sits up from the kiss, eyes heavy-lidded and lips parted, giving a satisfied little huff... then squealing almost in dismay and clutching at this cheeks, before vanishing in a sudden puff of black smoke.\n\n... Well fuck, he's really cute isn't he?\n\n<hr>\n[[The next night...|QOInc2x2]]

"So... is it possible to get out of here?" you almost whisper.\n\nMal gives you a long look, a strange expression on her face. Finally, she shakes her head, walking over to lay a hand on your shoulder. "Listen. It's probably theoretically possible to get away. But even if you somehow evaded all their tracking systems, which probably includes the countdown watches, you'd still be in the middle of one of their own planets, with no way to get a ride off. You won't be allowed to learn any Raptarran until you're a high-level trustee, and their technology's all bio-locked to them anyway. Even then, if you could somehow steal one of their ships, they'd just come after you again with faster and better ships."\n\nShe moves her hand to your head and rubs gently. "Take my advice. Just accept the lot you've been dealt. Do your best in the Breeding Hunt, try to win as many of them as possible. If you get really, really good at it... well, it's not really freedom, but it's as close as you're ever likely to get. You can have a comfortable life without ever having to worry about where your next meal is coming from or how you're gonna pay your bills."\n\nYou frown up at her. "So you're saying you like being their slave? Being hunted, raped, and giving birth to their eggs over and over again?"\n\n"I don't know that I'd go that far. If I was given the chance to go free tomorrow, I'd take it." She hesitates, then adds quietly, "But I admit, I'd probably have to think about it first. The rewards <i>are</i> seductive. By now I have a whole house of my own, I can understand Raptarran and have a regular lover on the side who's an important politician, I have a lot that I'd have to give up to go back to rambling around the universe in a dinky little salvage scow."\n\n"And that's why you're here. To convince me there's happiness in slavery."\n\n"I'd be lying if I said it was all misery and bleakness, though, because frankly a lot of the time I <i>am</i> happy. That's just the truth." Male shrugs, her bare breasts jiggling just a bit. "Look, kid, they can rewire your body to crave sex, they can ply you with rewards for behaving the way they want you to, they can even send me in here to cajole you as the voice of an old slave who's grown attached to her masters. But as far as I can tell, the Raptarrans can't actually change your mind for you. It's ultimately your decision whether you'll go with the flow and be as happy as you can, or just go through the motions and resent them forever, or even refuse to play along at all."\n\n"What, I could do that?"\n\n"You can always choose. Just realize, any choice you make has its consequences. The choice to accept your fate may mean you lose some self-respect. The choice to resist them and refuse to participate in the Breeding Hunt... that's probably going to have more concrete consequences."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Fool around with Mal.|BadCypher8x12e]]\n\n[[Other questions.|BadCypher8x12]]

You frown thoughtfully as you look out the window, taking in all the pairs of animals. You can see the horses easily enough as they mill around in their own cell... specifically, you catch a glimpse of one's large, swaying balls, and then the wrinkled sex of a mare. Looking over towards the other large animals you can see clearly, the elephants, you can see that one of them is definitely male... you see no indication from the other, but between the duo pairing and the horses as well as your own cell, it's not hard to make the leap to what the aliens might have in mind.\n\n"I think they want us to... um... 'breed' for them," you murmur aloud, your cheeks coloring.\n\nThe moment you say it, there's a low <i>bwaahhhhhhhm</i> sound, and a green light pulses at the ceiling. Both you and Jake look up at it in shock, then at each other, blushing. "I... guess that means you're right," he says, red down to his collarbone... though you also notice him shifting and adjusting his hands. "Are you... are you saying we have to...?"\n\n"Maybe it's just some kind of, you know... intelligence-gathering mission, they want to see how the species of Earth, um... copulate." You take a deep breath, then lower your hands to your sides. "Maybe once we've cooperated they'll let us go."\n\n"I... guess that makes sense." Jake takes a deep breath, then moves his hands away, revealing his somewhat hardened cock. "Are you really okay with that, though?" \n\n"Well I want to get out of here!" you huff. Shifting a bit in place, you walk over, your bare breasts jiggling and wobbling with every step since they lack the support of your bra. "So, let's just... um, well, get ready, and do this. Talking more will only make it more awkward. I guess, um, lay back on that."\n\nHe hesitates a second more, before nodding and scooting back on the shelf, turning to lay flat on his back. You clamber up onto the shelf as well, then swing your leg around to straddle his head. Lowering your bare pussy onto his mouth, you mmf softly as he begins licking at you, his hands coming up to give your hips a squeeze. He's... certainly not bad at that. You look at his gradually stiffening cock as you lean forward... you're kind of surprised he was hiding it, most guys with one like that probably would have been sad they didn't have a frame to hang around it. Wrapping your hand around it and starting to fondle his balls with the other, you wait until it's stiffened completely to slip your mouth over the head, suckling and rolling your tongue around it.\n\nYour hips buck and twitch as his own tongue strokes the puffy outer lips of your pussy, occasionally diving between them and slipping inside you. As you begin bobbing your head over his prick, helping get him ready, he apparently grows a little bolder with his hands, moving them to your generous ass to squeeze and knead. You can't help but moan around his prick at the feeling, though somewhere in the back of your mind you're always aware of the fact that the mysterious aliens must be recording all of this. Will alien teenagers be watching you sixty-nine a stranger in their biology classes for decades or centuries to come? An embarrassing thought, and one that has your pussy dripping down Jake's face as he eats you out.\n\nEventually you think you've gotten him... and that you've been... thoroughly prepared, and you swing off of him, stepping back onto the floor and then bending over the side of the shelf. It seems to be at just the perfect height to do so with your knees on the floor, which somehow isn't particularly shocking. Your bare tits pillowed against the cool metal, you look over your shoulder at Jake as he moves around behind you and settles onto his knees. You bite your lower lip as the tip of his prick nudges up between your sopping pussylips.\n\n"I mean... seriously, should I...?" he murmurs, obviously a little concerned about the implications of fucking you at the urging of unseen alien overlords.\n\n<hr>\n[[No, he shouldn't fuck you.|HollyXmas4x4]]\n\n[[Yes, he should fuck your pussy.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Yes, he should fuck your ass.|HollyXmas]]

There's a not quite groan from the room, and definitely some anxious looks, but no one actually seems to be protesting or trying to weasel out of it... good, looks like your Dark Authority is working. In fact all of them are raising their schoolbags to set them on the desk, undoing the zippers and fasteners to open them. You see a few make little starts of movement as if they were going to try and hide something, before their hands slink back into their laps... hey, bonus, they actually feel compelled to properly adhere to the check.\n\nYou start to move around the room, opening bags and taking a glance through them. Since they're school bags, the girls have the typical school supplies as well as some other things, including extra clothes for after gym in some cases... some very cute panties here, you try not to be too smug about noticing. (Ah, it's great to be a servant of evil and not have to worry about enjoying the immoral little things.) In your course of searching, you turn up some various things that are both banned by the school and illegal... bluetooth earpieces and speakers, obvious porn ("romance") novels, a few dime bags. Since it's not what you're looking for, you pretend not to notice each time, moving on and leaving the girls looking deeply relieved.\n\nAfter checking about sixth other students, you arrive at the desk of a girl named Jane Shooter, a cute blonde with her hair pulled into a ponytail at the side, fastened with a green scrunchie, and wearing a green scarf. When you search through her bag, you fairly quickly find a slightly curved and molded green stick slightly longer than her hand would be, made of something that's not quite metal and not quite plastic and has a little green and yellow pom-pom attached at the top. ... Yeah, this is completely obviously a magical girl transformation device. You notice that Jane seems really nervous for someone who's to all appearances perfectly in line with all the rules, too. Oh yeah she's definitely Cheer Green.\n\nNow the question is, what to do about it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Pretend not to notice it.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[Ask her what it is.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[Steal it.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[Frame her.|DarkMike]]

"What sort of idiot believes aliens are real?" you say aloud, just to drive home the ridiculousness of it.\n\nAs if some writer were utilizing an overused ironic twist joke, your car abruptly jolts to a halt as a bright light snaps on from overhead, the radio going silent in a sudden burst of static, the conspiracy theorist's voice replaced by a loud, somehow unearthly thrum from all around you. Leaning forward over the wheel, you look up to see a dark shape lit by numbers of blinking lights in a weird shape of blue completely filling the visible sky.\n\nYou yelp as your car begins to vibrate, and the trees on either side begin sinking... or rather, you begin rising into the air. The big vehicle is at least as steady as an elevator as you're brought up closer and closer to the source of the floodlight-like luminence shining down on you, until you get so close to it that everything goes white.\n\nWhen you come to, you're laying on a metal floor that, while a bit cold, is somehow not all that uncomfortable. You can also feel the metal clearly from your shoulders to your heels, including on your ass, since you're apparenly completely naked. Sitting up and throwing an arm across your chest and a hand over your crotch mostly out of reflex, you take a quick look around. Your shock and worry intensifies as you see an equally naked man... a fairly nice-looking guy at least, with short, shaggy brown hair and a decent build... sitting on some sort of low, long metal bench at one end of what seems to be a dark silvery-walled cell. The opposite wall from him is clear, though, and you can faintly see other cells beyond it and things moving in them just from your quick glance.\n\n"Um, hey there," the guy says, starting to raise a hand to wave, then pressing it back to his lap with a bit of a blush. "My name's Jake. I'm guessing you were driving down some lonely back road, too?"\n\nYou stare at him for a moment as your brain is forced to acknowledge the apparent reality of what you saw before. "... And then there was a bright light and something in the sky?" you prompt, sighing as he nods. "My name's Holly, and yes. Who... who are these things, people, whatever? What do they want?!"\n\n"I don't know, they haven't shown themselves," Jake answers, diverting his gaze as you try to get to your feet without revealing too much. "I was alone in this cell until suddenly there was a bright flash, and you were laying there."\n\nYou look over at him, then peer out the clear side of the cell, trying to get a better look. There are numerous other cells across from, and you assume to the sides of, your own. It looks like rather than other people, most of the cells you can see are filled with animals. You can only make out the general species of some of them, but you can see some dogs, some horses, and what you think are elephants (though their cell is much larger than this one). Two of each per cell. Are you on some weird alien version of Noah's ark...?\n\n"So, um... do you have any idea of what we should do? Like, how we could get out of here...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll just have to wait.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[You have to escape!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[The aliens probably want you to breed.|HollyXmas4x3]]\n\n[[Santa will save you!|HollyXmas]]

Maybe direct is for the best. After all you want to get this set in motion. Once you give Sarah a good thorough fucking, she'll probably be more inclined to get her satisfaction that way on a regular basis, and can otherwise get back to being good with her marriage. You spend awhile pondering just where you might get the chance to pounce her, various images flitting through your head... and having a bit of an effect, as you can feel your cock swelling a little in your sheath. Your tail thumps against the wall as well, since both you and Bull apparently find the idea of Sarah on all fours moaning as you make her your bitch a good one.\n\nYour ears perk up as you hear movement from the kitchen... Sarah getting up and heading down the hallway. You rise to your feet and pad after her once you hear her on the stairs... not too quickly, you don't want her feeling followed. Indeed, you wait until she's gone all the way upstairs and into her and your master, er, her husband's room before gallumphing up the stairs yourself. Making sure to step softly so your tags won't jingle, you peek around the corner of the door. Sarah is just finishing tossing her bikini onto the bed, before she straightens up and starts unbuttoning her jeans. Ooo, she's going for a swim! This is quite likely to give you a good opportunity!\n\nNormally, of course, you'd be so embarrassed at the thought of peeping on a woman getting undressed that you'd scamper off in shame. Now that you're a cherub... inhabiting a dog... you apparently have no such compunctions, simply staying where you are and enjoying the sight of Sarah's lacy purple underwear, snug up against her plump pussy and riding her full hips, as she peels the jeans down and steps out of them. The panties are the next to go, baring her smooth crotch (a quick mental check of the research journal says she took to shaving in an attempt to see if that stirred your master's interest... nnnope, dumb bastard). She turns around and bends over to retrieve the items, flashing her big, round ass and pussy at you, and you almost decide to rush in and jump on her then and there. But no, she'd be far too likely to get knocked sprawling and out of position, and probably not enjoy herself much after that even if you did. Which means you need to get her on all fours from the start... hm, but how? Actually, the more you think about it, the chances of her getting on all fours all on her own <i>while</i> wearing nothing that will get in your way <i>and</i> you being there when it happens all together seems pretty slim. Dang, is this plan doomed to fail from the start.\n\nSuddenly Sarah freezes in place, not even breathing. You blink, then turn your head and almost go skittering backwards at the sight of Kariel hovering in midair nearby. "Problem?"\n\nYou stare at her for a moment, then reply "Wurf." Which means, 'My plan has hit a bit of a snag, I'm not sure how to get her into position as a dog. Also, are you spying on me?'\n\n"Angels are watching all the time, it's less spying and more voyeuring, or in your case monitoring since I'm supposed to be mentoring you. As to the issue, hmmmm..." Kariel rubs her chin. "Yeah, Bull was rated as a good chance to keep Sarah satisfied and in the marriage... after all, he belongs to her husband, all the more reason to stay together. And the sooner she starts getting satisfied the sooner we can be sure the mission is working. Can you just not come up with any good probability nudges...?"\n\nYou blink. "Hwoo?" 'Probability nudge? What the heck is a probability nudge?'\n\n"Pft, I'm such a derp," the redhead groans, thumping her palm against her forehead. "I didn't even explain that! Yeah, it's something a lot of angels like us who work on Earth can do. You can cause little blips in chance and happenstance that help you get the results you want, no matter what host you're in. It's especially useful when you wind up in something with no thumbs, dig?" she adds, holding her hands up and wiggling her own thumbs.\n\n"Bff." 'Yeah, would've been good to know that. Well if that's the case I think I can come up with something, then!'\n\n"Good good, I'll let you get to it, then!" Kariel grins brightly, then flits over and leans down, surprising you with the feel of her pert breasts rubbing on your fur as she reaches below you to give your sheath a squeeze, and then a slow rub before sliding back to fondle your balls. It's very obviously not her first time, and in seconds your glistening red canine cock has fully unsheathed and is jutting below your belly. "Ooo, it's really big! You sure picked a good one for your first assignment, rookie! Have fun!" Then there's a light flutter and she's gone.\n\nYou let out a chuff of breath. Whew, workplace molestation is apparently pretty common for cherubs! Good thing you're hoping to put this thing to use pretty much immediately! You resume your position peeking into the room, and see that Sarah is very slowly resuming motion. Looks like the timestop your overseer put into place is gradually wearing off. Alright, two things to use your ability to manipulate chance and probability come to mind.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make Sarah randomly get really sleepy.|ChJa]]\n\n[[Manipulate the motion of her panties.|ChJa2x4]]

Overcome with what you realize on some level is a reproductive urge, you turn your head and sink your sharp teeth into the sweat-slick skin of your sister's full thigh. You hear her yelp, but more importantly see white fur almost instantly begin to spread out from the bite marks. Biting someone in this form must make the transformation happen faster! Delighted by the idea that you get to watch, you flip Jenna onto her back and swing around to be between her legs, working her pussy with your tongue to keep her cumming as you watch her change.\n\nShe obviously knows something's happening from the way she tosses her head and tries to gasp out questions, but they come out as incoherent moans of pleasure. If it's anything like your own transformation, she's probably close to literally cumming her brains out, especially since it's happening even faster! You watch the fur spreading over her glistening skin, crafting muscle tone as it goes, your little sister's babyfat layer disappearing into muscle, albeit more rounded muscle than yours. She squeals in climax as her tail suddenly bursts out, jutting between your tits and becoming trapped, making you giggle and wiggle around on the bed to try and titfuck it. Her legs stretch out and lengthen as she tries to dig her heels or toes into the sheets, and her arms flex as her fingers take on slight points.\n\nIt's almost like her transformation is teasing you, saving the best for last and surrounding her tits and even sliding up her neck before it starts to change them. And boy does it! They experience the same level growth that yours did... maybe then some. While you were once a fair bit smaller than her in the chest, after your transformation you had her beat for cup size, but now as the white fur crawls over them they just swell and swell and grow and grow, quickly growing bigger than her own head and just keeping going. She's going to be glad for her enhanced strength, you think in amusement, once she realizes she has to carry those melons around!\n\nJenna yowls in exultation as her head finishes its change, ears twitching and hair taking on its stripey pattern, before she slumps back against the bed, panting and gasping happily, her massive mammaries wobbling like jello with the motion. You raise up and smile down at your handiwork sensually, opening your mouth to say something. But you're interrupted by a beep and click, the door swinging open.\n\n"Housekeeping!" calls a slightly Mexican-accented female voice.\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh good, someone else to play with.|WBrit3x1]]\n\n[[Ack, what are you thinking?! Send her away!|WBrit2x4]]

"I guess I may as well get used to some of the odder jobs that will come with this," you say a little wryly. "So I'll take the married woman." \n\n"Gotcha! Here y'go, mission book," Kariel explains as she plucks a little red journal out of thin air and holds it out to you. "Got pretty much everything you need to know in there. Just focus on it, it should pop you right over to her."\n\nNodding, you take the book in both hands, and stare down at it. Your eyes snap closed as everything suddenly blurs, a faint rushing feeling surrounding your body as your wings flutter. When you peek them open, you find yourself standing on tile in an extremely kitchen, with a woman standing nearby sitting at the table, sipping from a mug of tea and reading a magazine, and apparently completely unaware of the naked, winged teenager now in the room with her. Unable to help yourself, you walk over and wag a hand in front of her eyes to no effect, while taking the opportunity to examine her. Dark hair down past her shoulders, almost violet eyes, little beauty mark on one side of her chin, probably very early thirties if you had to guess, wearing a long-sleeved black shirt and snug jeans that show off a full-breasted, curve-hipped figure. (A glance outside shows that there's snow on the ground. Obviously not <i>exactly</i> the time you left Earth.) \n\nShrugging, you hop up to sit on the edge of the table, somehow not flinching at the feel of cool wood on your bare ass and pussy... or that you're sitting naked in a stranger's kitchen. You start looking through the book, which gives a brief summary of Sarah Anderson here's life. Married a great guy a few years ago, but after the first year or so of marriage he became much more focused on work, and much less interested in sex. (Seriously? With her? How jaded with married sex do you have to be?) As a result, even though she still loves him, over time she's become more frustrated and unhappy, and all her hints and urges to him to do things to do things to help have fallen on deaf ears and been met with excuses that he needs to be a good provider, so she's thinking of leaving him, despite his wealth and their connection otherwise. Apparently they need to still be together in ten years, so you've got to provide her with some other form of satisfaction.\n\nThe mission book does at least give you a list of suggestions of targets you could possess to provide her with an ongoing source of extramarital sex and affection. The first offering is [[a confirmed bachelor|ChJa]] she's due to cross paths with at a store later if no other interference occurs. ... Not that sort of confirmed bachelor. But apparently he's kind, charming, and utterly uninterested in relationships. Possibly the perfect person to keep such a relationship on the down-low.\n\nAnother is [[a high school boy|ChJa]] who lives in the neighborhood. Well, that would be familiar territory for you, at least, even if the rest of it (like seducing a woman) is pretty unfamiliar. The summary for him indicates that he's aiming for a local college, too, so no need to worry about only having a couple of years around.\n\nYou raise an eyebrow as you see that the next suggestion on the list is [[a high school girl|ChJa4x1]] who lives a few doors down. You glance at the still unaware Sarah and can't help but snicker a little. Well, that would be new territory for both of you, apparently, but it seems like Heaven thinks it would work, so who are you to argue? This particular girl has no college plans, either, plus no marriage-threatening pregnancy risk, so even better.\n\nYou stare as you come to the last suggestion in the mission journal... [[the family dog|ChJa2x2]]. Specifically, it's Sarah's husband's dog that he had since before they were married. Apparently quite the amiable creature, Sarah likes him well enough, but apparently lately has been a bit annoyed that she feels like the dog gets more physical contact than she does, even if it's the entirely innocent kind. It would seem that one option is for you to arrange some of the less innocent kind between her and him.

You gasp at your sister's touch... that feels <i>much</i> better than having your breasts squeezed ever felt before! Even than it did last night!\n\nApparently having heard that gasp, Jenna blushes brightly and starts to draw her hands away, but you quickly press your own hands over them, pushing them against your large tits until they sink in a little.\n\n"No, c'mon," you almost purr, smiling down at her. "You like 'em, right? May as well admit it and get a good, thorough feel."\n\n"Uh, I, I was just curious," she stammers, her face read as you gently press and rub on her hands, guiding her in a shallow kneading of your tits. "I didn't think about what I was doing, Brit, I didn't mean it like that, honest, I-"\n\n"Except I can smell your pussy getting all wet," you murmur. You can, too... the smell of your sister's arousal is strong in your newly sensitive nose, sliding in and wrapping around your brain, the scent plucking away further at your rapidly disintigrating inhibitions. "Did you always wanna fuck me, big sis, or is it seeing me like this that gets your motor going?"\n\n"B-Brit!" Jenna protests, but her voice is weak, and even as she says it her fingers give an actual squeeze.\n\nYou pull her hands away, but only so you can lean forward and press your huge, white-furred boobs to her face. She squirms and wriggles for a moment, then gives in, huffing out a moan that ruffles your fur as she starts nuzzling in between them, turning her head to lick at the curves. You purr and release her hands, allowing her to bring them up and start kneading at the sides of your breasts again.\n\nAfter allowing your sister a good long while to play with your enhanced tits, you pull back and then lean further down, sliding your tongue into her mouth and slipping it under hers, encouraging her to return the favor. The kiss begins lewd, utterly pornographic, then deepens into something loving... deeply sexual, but still carrying the love between sisters. You rip open the front of her shirt, buttons popping and flying, then pull down the cups of her bra so you can return the favor of kneading her own full breasts, tweaking at her stiff nipples and making her moan into your mouth.\n\nEventually you pull back, smiling sultrily at your sister as you move back and drop onto the bed, your tits wobbling heavily with the motion and the bed frame creaking faintly with your increased weight. You spread your legs and lay your hands lightly on your inner thighs, your tail lashing back and forth beneath the pink slit of your pussy nestled amidst soft, damp white fur. Jenna blushes brightly again, and hesitates... but only for a moment before she wriggles the rest of the way out of her shirt and bra and shucks her khaki shorts and the panties underneath them. She kicks off her shoes and socks as she scrambles up onto the bed, then dives her head between your legs, her blonde bangs tickling your crotch as she goes to work licking your cunt. She doesn't have the skill Natesh did, but if anything she seems even more eager.\n\n"Mrrrrraaaah!" you gasp in delight, your hips bucking and tail flicking more enthusastically, sweeping across the fronts of her breasts and teasing the stiff nubs. Then you lean forward and grab at her sides, hauling her around. "No, no, like this!" you say teasingly, pulling her around until her legs are on your shoulders and you can lean your head up to start slurping at her pussy with your own broadened, slightly rougher tongue. She squeals, then stretches herself forward to resume swirling her tongue around your clit. Luckily the majority of your height gained was in the legs... still, you're both just <i>barely</i> able to reach like this.\n\nYou can feel your tits press against her stomach and actually lift her body a little every time you breathe, her own breasts mashing and rubbing against the silk-covered sixpack of your abs. Your sister's soaking, hot, needy, spasming, cumming pussy right in your face as the two of you lick each other to one moaning, yowling orgasm after another starts to overwhelm you. You feel an almost <i>ache</i> in your teeth as something inside you urges you to turn your head and sink them in. Wouldn't you and Jenna be able to have even <i>more</i> fun if the both of you were like this...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Bite your sister.|WBrit2x3]]\n\n[[Resist the urge.|WBritplaceholder]]

"Let's open up the secret passage, maybe we can figure out how to unlock our own ship from somewhere inside," you suggest.\n\nDelvan nods, then taps at the panel for a few moments. Eventually a wall panel slides aside, showing a dark corridor behind it. "You'll have to go without me. No way I'm gonna be able to keep going for long in there."\n\n"At least hide just inside it, then I can come back for you," you suggest. He seems surprised, but nods gratefully. Once the two of you have stepped into the corridor, he hits a control to close it, and almost immediately slumps against the wall and then to the floor. You make a face and try to nudge him into a slightly more comfortable position, then make your way off down the corridor, thankful that your helmet apparently has some sort of night vision built in, rendering the passage in a dim but clear blue-shaded view. You're guessing Raptarrans must be bigger than humans... despite effectively being a crawlspace, you're not all that cramped in here.\n\nSoon you pass by a flat panel on the wall and turn your head to look at it, and actually jerk back as you realize that it seems to be a window. Then you frown, recognizing the bit of corridor it shows. There was definitely no window there. You tap at the screen and see the faintest ripple... some sort of display screen, then, showing what's on the other side. Not seeing anything at the moment, you head on deeper into the corridor, around winding turns and branching paths, occasionally glancing at the windows but usually seeing nothing save the occasional clump of passed-out space pirates.\n\nEventually, however, you get your first look at the Raptarrans. The little image didn't quite do justice to the real thing... they're bigger than you are, and easily quite a bit taller due to the structure of their legs. All of them are naked, and you can actually see distinctly unlizardlike leathery sacks dangling down between their legs. Some of them are holding what you assume are tools or sensors of some kind, but most are empty... handed? clawed?... other than the occasional unconscious human they've picked up and slung partly across their backs.\n\nFrowning, you decide to press on, realizing there are too many of them there in the hallway, even if they do appear to be unarmed. (Though the vicious-looking claws on their feet and the rows of sharp teeth bared by their smiles indicate they're never actually unarmed.) You make your way further towards the back of the ship, since that's where your own vessel is docked. As you get closer to the back you pass another "window", this one looking in on one of the rooms. What you see makes you stop and stare, your eyes widening in shock.\n\nOne of the Raptarrans apparently couldn't wait until it got back to the ship with its human cargo. Instead it has an unconscious space pirate bent over some sort of bench, the human's bodysuit pulled off and tossed aside. This obviously isn't the Raptarran's first time using a human male, or even in such a position... its legs are bent to allow it to thrust down into the man's asshole in an easy, constant rhythm, its long, glistening red cock disappearing into the spread pucker again and again, the man's own cock and balls dangling down between his own legs, his knees angled out by the position.\n\nYou're stuck staring for a few moments, then give your head a shake to collect yourself. Glancing around, you can spot the faint outline of a hidden door nearby. The Raptarran is definitely very thoroughly distracted at the moment, you could probably blast it before it even knew you were there. Or you could stick to your original plan, try to get back to the ship and get it free.\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Evade.|BadCypher8x1]]

Cursing, you jam your blasters back into place on your hips and step forward. You grab Delvan's canteen from his belt and rip a scrap of cloth off from his pirate garb. You douse the rag with water and toss the canteen, then press the wet cloth over the other man's lower face. "Hey. Hey!" You raise your other hand and flick the corner of his eye with your middle finger, making him flinch.\n\n"Ow! Shit! You asshole!" he swears, raising a fist.\n\n"Are you awake now?" you demand flatly.\n\n"... Yeah. Yeah, thanks man." He raises his hands and ties the cloth on like a bandanna, then grabs up his rifle again. "What the hell's going on?" he asks, glancing down at where John has crumpled, calmly asleep on the floor.\n\n"It's a honey pot. They're using the distress signal to lure in looters like us, and they have the air pumped full of anesthetic or something." Definitely glad you decided to put your helmet up, you lift your blasters again. "But they've gotta have power for the lights and everything else, and if they're sending a distress signal, that means a computer, right?"\n\n"Yeah. Yeah," Delvan murmurs, obviously not entirely with it even if he's not falling asleep on you immediately. He glances at his wrist-screen. "I've got the location of the bridge on here."\n\n"Okay, let's hurry and get there. We can at least shut off the distress signal, and maybe figure out how to get out of here while we're at it."\n\n"Fine, but why not just head back to the ship and hightail it outta here?" Delvan asks as he begins heading off down the corridor, not quite running but definitely walking with urgency. You'd rather he ran, but figure that even if he can with proper coordination, it would only quicken how fast he breathes in the gas, even diluted.\n\n"If these guys are that advanced, they'll have built their flytrap to keep the flies from just waltzing out if they decide they want to."\n\nSoon the two of you arrive on the bridge, which sort of does feel like being inside the mouth of some giant reptile with those windows, and the stations spaced around the windows helping reinforce the impression of teeth. Delvan moves over to one of the stations and leans heavily on it as he tries to access it.\n\n"I learned a li'l Raptarran when I was runnin' spice out on th' edge, I think I can tell what these say," he grumbles. "Yeah, here we are. There's some sorta system of hidden walkways on this ship... I think I could get ya access to those and lock anyone else out. Give ya a chance ta go assassin on those lizards' asses once they showed up. An' damn, you were right... there's some sorta lock or cable attached ta our ship now. I think I could undo that." He pauses, then winces. "But there's an incomin', an' since it's showin' 'friendly' color on this board, bettin' it's the bastards that set this trap. I only got time for one thing."\n\n<hr>\n[[Access the secret corridors.|BadCypher3x3]]\n\n[[Unlock the ship.|BadCypher5x1]]

Cold water dashed on your libidos by trained reflex as much as anything else (clearly it's not the first time Jenna's been interrupted in the middle of something in a hotel room either), you both snap your heads towards the door and shout in near-perfect sync, "We're in here!"\n\nThe door clicks closed quickly, and the two of you let out a relieved huff of breath, before looking at each other and laughing. Then you let out a groan as your cooler head catches up to the sight in front of you. "Oh jeez, Jen, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me, for all of that, and now..."\n\n"Don't worry about it," Jenna replies, surprising you by leaning forward and giving you a quick, but obviously not purely familial, kiss.\n\n"Um, yeah," you murmur, blushing beneath the fur on your face as you sit back. "Still, now you'll have to figure out how to cure yourself as well as me of... whatever this is."\n\n"Currrrre. Right," Jenna murmurs as she looks down at her arm, flexing her bicep and watching the muscle move under the sleek fur. Then she coughs and announces, "Some form of lycanthropy, clearly. The disease that affects werewolves, but obviously there are varieties for other species of animal as well. Transmittable through your teeth, apparently. Well, our teeth."\n\n"Would that explain why I, uh... jumped your bones?"\n\n"In your defense, I did grab your tits first. I..." Jenna looks down, then hefts her own melons a bit. "Oh my. Hm. Looks like I'll be building a machine to weave custom shirts and bras first thing when we get back to my lab." Then she looks back up at you. "As I was saying, much like normal sexual methods of reproduction, there's probably a drive and pleasure response in place towards putting you in a position to infect others."\n\n"And I sent up the 'I want to fuck' flag to Natesh, which probably put him in just that frame of mind," you mutter, rubbing your face with both hands.\n\n"A male, hm?" Jenna murmurs, sliding one hand slowly down her white, furry belly.\n\n"Jenna! Focus!"\n\n"Right!" she yips, yanking her hand away and holding it out to the side. "Sorry. Just... trying to process all the new input." She gets up and spends a moment twisting back and forth, trying to get a better look at herself. You find yourself practically drooling at the sight of her huge tits wobbling around, and give yourself a light smack on the cheek. "Clearly, whatever we do, we can't do anything in this hotel room. We need to go back to my lab. Even if we need to hole up in seclusion for awhile, it has everything we could need."\n\n"Yeah, just one problem. You might just barely squeeze into your shorts now, but no way you're getting your shirt closed over those things, even if I hadn't busted its buttons," you point out, gesturing to one of her breasts while resisting the urge to go in for a cup and squeeze.\n\nJenna looks at her gym bag thoughtfully for a moment, then smiles and shrugs. "We'll just walk out to the car."\n\n"Walk out to the parking lot?" you say flatly. "Looking like big tiger-people?"\n\n"Yup!"\n\n"... Big, <i>naked</i> tiger people?"\n\nJenna laughs and shrugs again. "If we stay calm and act casual, people might stare or even freak out some, but they're not going to stop us. And I doubt anyone will recognize us like this anyway. What else can we do?"\n\nA few minutes later, both of you exit the hotel room and walk to the elevator. You fidget all the way down, taking a deep, steadying breath as the panel dings and the door slides open at the lobby. You and your equally naked sister both step out, starting the long walk towards the front entrance. As predicted, people start turning to stare at both of you, more than a few mouths dropping open at the sight of the two of you. And, as you can smell, at least some of them are turned on despite their confusion and shock.\n\nOf course the one who's most obviously turned on is Jenna. It would seem that her transformation has brought out something of an exhibitionist streak in your big sister, and she's walking with a deliberate sway in her hips and a gait seemingly designed to make her massive melons jiggle with every step. Of course following from behind, you can see that it's not just her boobs that move... she's retained just enough padding in the rear to make her round, furry butt bounce too. Since the hotel lobby is (embarrassingly) lined with mirrors, you can see that your own ass is more toned than ever, and visibly flexes with each step below your tail swaying back and forth over it. You wince as the initial shock wears off enough for people to start pulling out camera phones, and duck your head a bit, hoping your hair will hide your still largely unchanged face.\n\nPartway to the door, Jenna starts to turn. "Where do you think you're going?" you demand with a scowl.\n\n"Oh, we really ought to actually check out of the hotel, don't you think? They add on charges for doing it over the phone, and-"\n\nYou thrust her gym bag (which carries your own things as well, now) into her arms, forcing her to at least momentarily cover her fuzzy white beachballs, and point at the entrance. "Move it."\n\n"Alright, alright."\n\nA minute later you're settling your bare, furry ass onto the leather seats of your sister's convertible and struggling to get the seat belt adjusted so that it will fit over your large height and even larger chest. Jenna doesn't even bother to try, just putting the car in gear and taking off. "Nice day, isn't it?" she says cheerfully, leaning to the side a bit to let the wind rush through her hair. And fur.\n\n"There's no way in hell you're putting the top up, is there?"\n\n"Nope!"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|WBritplaceholder]]

You head off down the path directing you towards Hollywoodland. The path under your feet gradually changes to bright yellow paving bricks, and a knockoff of a rather catchy song that's obviously encouraging you to walk down said road begins playing on the speakers.\n\nThey seem to be doing their best to cater to both kids and adults here. There are statues of famous cartoon characters dotting the median areas as well as posters of action and drama movies on the walls. You see employees walking around dressed as Disney princesses and Star Trek officers. In fact you spot a guy in full Halo Spartan armor chatting with someone wearing N7 armor. Either this place paid a ton in licensing fees or they're setting themselves up for one hell of a lawsuit.\n\nIt looks like there are a few rides a bit further off, but most of this area seems to be focused on "exhibition" type places. There's some sort of museum, bragging about its prop displays. A movie hall that boasts what has to be an exaggerated number of theaters. And some sort of exhibition hall with "Be Part Of The Magic!" written over it. \n\n<hr>\n[[Let's check out the prop museum.|PropMuseumStart]]\n\n[[A movie might be fun.|MovieTheaterStart]]\n\n[[Movie magic, huh? Let's see what it is.|MovieMagicStart]]\n\n[[Some of these mascots are neat, let's talk to them.|HLMascotsStart]]

"I mean... some of the things you were saying were kinda..." You shift uncomfortably, though at the same time you let some of your disapproval show on your face. "I don't really know if that's the sort of views you should have when you're in charge of people, especially not when you're going to... do stuff like that with them. I kinda think maybe Miss May ought to know about it."\n\nRakell sighs heavily. "I really was afraid you'd say that. Huntre?"\n\nYou blink and turn, just in time for a glimpse of a strong olive-skinned arm half-sheathed in black and white flannel before Rakell's thermos cracks across your head, knocking you to the floor and into darkness.\n\nWhen you come to, your head's throbbing slightly, and you feel cold and uncomfortable from the position you're in... naked, on all fours, with something around your middle, neck, wrists and knees holding you there. You fight to focus in and find you're on the floor in some sort of lab space, though it still has that sort of 'barnyard' look here and there. In front of you, Rakell is sitting in a chair, calmly eating her fried egg sandwich, while the muscular, big-boobed Dogerian lounges against a nearby computer console, strong arms folded over her chest, black and white flannel shirt now tied around her waist.\n\n"What the hell are you doing?" you ask a little thickly, moving your stare back and forth between them.\n\n"Protecting my job," Rakell says simply, finishing the sandwich and crumpling up the paper to toss it into a nearby bin. "Do you know how hard it is for a Nekkanian to find work on a farm because of the exact prejudice that your friend Mix displayed? Getting sentenced to a three year stint on Orison for flyer theft was the best thing that ever happened to me because I wound up assigned here, but once I got out, not a single ag world or planetary agriculture strip would have me. 'More qualified candidates', all that. But Miss May took me back. I admit my personal kinks might be... socially unacceptable... but I've never coerced or forced anyone. But if you reported me to Miss May, she'd be forced to report it to <i>her</i> bosses, and I'd essentially be blacklisted. So I'm afraid you're forcing me to take extreme action to protect my way of life."\n\nYour blood runs cold, your body starting to shake in the restraints. "Wait, no, don't kill me, I'll shut up, I'll keep it to myself, I'll-"\n\n"Hush now. You've already shown you can't be trusted," Rakell responds in a scolding tone, before she smirks. "Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of killing you. I only approve of taking a life if it's for natural, farm-based purposes, the idea of doing it for other reasons is abhorrent. I do have a way to guarantee your silence, though." She glances at the Dogerian. "Huntre, go ahead and prepare the dose."\n\nYou stare as the Dogerian woman nods and turns around to start working the console she was leaned against. She selects something called 'Enhanced Worker Injection', and you watch as the blue silhouette of a dog appears inside one square on the simple interface. A small bar fills up to 100%... then the colors grow more intense and angry as she taps some more controls until it reads '200%', bright red text flashing on the screen: 'Warning! Overdose detected!' until 'Override' appears below them. There's a hiss as a small cylinder on one side of the machine fills with liquid, Huntre picking up the cylinder and fitting it into an injection gun as she walks towards you.\n\n"H-hey, what is that? Please, wait, I don't know what you're doing, but please do-" You cut off with a gasp as cold metal presses to one of your bare buttocks and you can feel a rushing sensation as the trigger of the injection gun is depressed. You grit your teeth as a strange tingling sensation runs through you, feeling like it's radiating out from your veins, making your muscles start to tremble and twitch. "What's... happening?" you choke out as your throat tightens.\n\n"Just try to relax," Rakell suggests calmly with a sip from her coffee cup, as the restraints open and withdraw into the floor. "You'll feel much better if you just let go and enjoy the ride."\n\nYou try to reply, but it only comes out as a strangled, not quite human whine as your lower face starts to push forward, your neck and throat already beginning to change shape. Your fingers curl and press against the floor even as they start to grow shorter, pulling in towards your hand as a thick black pad begins to grow over the palm and your fingertips, claws pushing out from the ends of them. Your body shudders as black fur starts to grow out along your spine and spread out from there, your ass jutting up in the air as your legs tense, then start to grow shorter and shift their structure, a thick, bushy tail beginning to press outward from above your rear. Your tits rapidly flatten and press in against your body, disappearing entirely, hips starting to wiggle and shake as fur completely grows over your pussy. The new fur low down on your belly begins to bulge outward, gradually opening into a sheath, and behind that growing heavier as a pair of weighty balls grow in.\n\n"Nuh, nuh," you try to protest, feeling your tongue growing flatter and wider in your new muzzle, the sound turning into "Nuhwoooooo!" as your voicebox loses the capacity for human speech. You toss your head back and forth, claw-tipped, padded-bottomed feet skittering across the floor as your ears grow floppier and your head finishes its reshaping, the colors of everything changing and altering as you stare up at the pair of humanoids that now almost tower over you.\n\n"Oooo, so pretty, I'm glad you kept those blue eyes, even if they're a now more doggy shade of blue," Rakell coos. Then she grins as she turns and kneels down onto the floor, quickly and efficiently undoing her jeans and pushing them down around her knees, leaning forward onto her hands and lifting her tail, shaking her round blue-black ass and bare pink sex at you. "Just need to get you to give yourself over to the animal. You knooow you want to," she coos, sliding a hand between her legs and using two fingers to spread her plump blue-black pussylips, showing off more of that inner pink. "Come on now! Up! Up, boy!"\n\nYour head still spinning from your transformation, you stare at her display. You know you should make a break for it, some desperate attempt to find someone and explain what Rakell and her lackey have done to you. And yet the sight of that shaking bare ass, but more than that the <i>smell</i> of her, recognizable to your new instincts as a female in heat despite the species difference, captivated you. Your flat doggy tongue lolls out as you start panting, feeling the strange new stretching sensations of your glistening red cock sliding out of your sheath. Before you know it, you're padding forward, burying your nose against that spread cunt and lapping at it, hearing your tormenter squeal happily as your broad canine tongue plays over her folds. \n\n'Hey, I don't want this, no,' you try to protest faintly, but with every lick that sends the heavenly flavor of catgirl pussyjuice washing over your brain, you're feeling less and less like you're in any kind of control. You practically have no warning even as your own body suddenly lurches up, scooting forward to wrap your forelegs around Rakell's middle and start thrusting. Your cock misses the mark repeatedly, until Huntre's full tits press against your back, one strong hand reaching down to grip the base of your throbbing red prick and aim the point for you, her other hand giving your ass a shove once you're in place to urge you to thrust in.\n\n"Oh! Good boy, <i>big</i> boy!" Rakell gasps out enthusiastically as you start pumping into her, the catgirl rocking back against your thrusts lightly, her tail looping around over your now quadrupedal body. "Mmm yes use that cock on me and become a dog, you silly bitch, yes!"\n\n'No, I don't want to be a dog!' you whine internally despite the pleasure of feeling a hot, wet, quivering cunt wrapped around your new puppy prick, but your body seems to have taken over entirely. Your tongue lolls out, panting heavily, drool dripping down to soak into Rakell's shirt as you pound your hips against her ass, making it jiggle lightly beneath you. With every thrust you can feel just a little more of the last vestiges of your control slipping away from you, ever more overcome by the horny animal instincts now flooding your reshaped form, your breathing becoming ever more a completely animal tempo of utter breeding lust as you fuck the wriggling, writhing, squealing female beneath you.\n\nMingled desire and dread builds as you can feel your knot starting to swell some, feel it slapping against her fat pussylips with every thrust now... somehow you know this is the point of no return. You fight with everything you have to stop fucking her, to pull away, not to go over the edge. And for a moment, a single, solitary moment, you manage to make your body stop, even as your whole quadruped form quivers with the effort, a low whine sounding in your throat as you try to speak your denial.\n\nAnd then Huntre's hand is wrapping around your tail and lifting it, her tongue pushing into your ass and rolling around, utterly shameless in its calm eagerness to stimulate a dog's asshole. The last of your resistance shattered, you thrust forward, stuffing your knot inside Rakell and throwing your head back to let out a howl as it swells and locks inside of her, your long red cock starting to gush into her. You can feel your mind being pulled down inside your new body's brain, drawing further away from any ability to control it even as you experience every spurt of cum, every throb of your cock, every squeeze of Rakell's spasming, orgasming cunt around you, every gentle squeeze and rub of your balls by Huntre. You find yourself turning, helped by Huntre into twisting so you can go on all fours again, your cock still buried inside Rakell as your furry black ass settles to rest against her sweat-slick blue-black one, the Dogerian still gently rubbing your balls, or alternately massaging around the base of your prick where it's locked inside Rakell's pussy.\n\nEventually you can feel your knot's swelling receding, and your body moves forward, managing to pull out with a few light tugs, your prick popping free and swinging forward to dangle underneath you, trailing a shower of cum. You find yourself twisting, your tongue lapping across your own prick and sending aftershocks of pleasure through you as you clean the mixture of your own cum and Rakell's off your prick with your mouth. By the time you're done and raise back up to sit on your haunches, Rakell has stood up and pulled her jeans back on. "Whew, that's definitely even better than the strapon," she declares breathlessly, then grins, cupping Huntre's chin and drawing her down for a brief kiss. "Not that I don't love the way you try to fuck the life out of me, baby."\n\n"Mm." Huntre gives a small smile at that, cornflower blue eyes twinkling.\n\n"Still, this will be nice every so often. Mm, I need a shower." She pats her thigh as she starts to walk off. "C'mon, boy!"\n\nYour body immediately rises and pads after her. As you follow her back to the house, all your efforts to do something, anything, to exert any force whatsoever on your own flesh and blood, fail to produce so much as a twitch. As Rakell heads inside and Huntre calls for you to follow her to the kennels, you begin to resign yourself to the obvious: you've become nothing but an observer to the full sensory experience of being a dog.\n\nSomehow you don't think she's going to change you back when your five years are over.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGSR7xEnd]]

You wander over to the horse mascot dressed in a black biker jacket, gaudy skater t-shirt, baggy jeans, and lime green sunglasses that still leave his eyes visible behind them.\n\n"Whassup, Harold?" you say in a dry tone, not expecting much more than a wave or a pose in response.\n\n"Not much, duder," Harold replies in a surfer dude accent. You blink at the surprisingly clear voice, you'd expect it to at least be muffled by the mascot head. They must have really good microphones and speakers or something in there. "Like, welcome to Worldland and junk, man. And, like, call me Harry."\n\n"Thanks. Anything fun to do around here?" you ask, stuffing your hands in your pockets. Again, you're expecting some marketing line like 'It's all fun!', but are again surprised.\n\n"Nah, it's pretty bogus around here'n'stuff, man, totally lame," Harry says, heaving a sigh and dramatically slumping his shoulders. "All these old dudes and little kiddos, totally harshing my style."\n\n"Yeah, I getcha." Despite the overdone mannerisms, you do feel for him... you know you'd hate to be stuck around 90% people older or younger than you.\n\n"Like, hey dude..." The mascot head does an exaggerated look back and forth, then leans in close, lowering its voice. "I scored some primo green bud leaf an' junk, y'know what I'm sayin'? Y'wanna sneak off and get all, like, bent'n'junk?"\n\nYou stare at him blankly for a moment as you try to dig through the mishmash of outdated slang and what you suspect is just completely made-up words, before finally comprehending that he's asking if you want to smoke some pot.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds fun to me!|HaroldHorse1x1]]\n\n[[Not interested.|HaroldHorse]]

Curiosity is what got you out of bed in the first place, and now a new and tantalizing mystery has presented itself before you. Edging carefully to the door, you lean in carefully, peeking in through the crack and getting a surprisingly good view of a wide wedge of the room... and what you see makes your eyes widen.\n\nRakell is bent over the side of her king-sized bed, gripping the covers with both hands, raised up on the balls of her feet, her legs quivering and claw-tipped toes gripping against the floor. Her blue-black skin is gleaming with sweat, probably due to the fact that the slender Dogerian woman (her name was Chays, if you recall) is standing behind her, hips thrusting and pumping. The only thing Chays is wearing is a set of straps that wind around her upper thighs and waist, leaving her trim ass and glistening pussy bare as she thrusts, one hand on Rakell's hip and the other gripping the base of her tail, grunting softly at every impact. Another Dogerian woman, whose name you didn't catch when they were introducing the experienced crew, is sprawled in a chair near the bed... she's more muscular than Chays but with bigger tits too, her skin dark olive and with speckled black and white hair, her expression almost thoughtful as she sits stroking the big, red, canine cock shaped strapon dildo jutting from her own crotch.\n\n"Yes, fuck me, fuck my worthless stupid cat cunt," Rakell moans out, shuddering as Chays gives her a particularly hard thrust. "Rape me and put me in my place, fuuuck yes, oh fuck, fuck my stupid pussy, yes, yes, fuck me so hard, fuck me, shove that knot in meeeeee!" she gasps out, obviously struggling not to turn that last into a scream as Chays pushes forward and you can almost hear a soft 'thump'... and then another faint noise as she pulls back, making the catgirl squeak loudly, her body shuddering and hands twisting on the sheets. "Fffffuck yes, abuse me with that knot, you fucking animal!"\n\nUm. Oh. Wow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go back to your room.|GGSR7x6]]\n\n[[Keep watching.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Go in.|GGOri]]

Grinning, you head over towards the dressing rooms, taking your time, mentally calculating how long it would take her to peel that tight top up over those huge torpedo tits, and to wiggle her fat furry ass out of those jeans. By then you've come to a stop near the room itself, and do a quick check around to make sure no one's actually in the area. You wait for another count of ten, then step over and grab the curtain with one hand, throwing it open.\n\nBritanny is revealed in the midst of clipping the final clasp of the black garter belt she's wearing to the fishnet stocking's she's also pulled on, bits of her soft, smooth fur pressing out through the holes, her body otherwise completely bare, those pendulous boobs of hers hanging down from her angle. "Uh, hey, occupado!" she snaps immediately, straightening up and glowering with her hands on her hips once she sees it's another woman, her tail flicking in agitation. That tail puffs out and her eyes widen as the Vulcanizer suddenly becomes visible again as you pull the trigger.\n\n<i>Pa-SKWEEK!</i>\n\nThe sickeningly cutesy noise is rather different than the weapon's usual one, and comes in time with a fuzzy pink sphere flying out of the tip and splatting right against where one of her hands is on her hips. You quickly follow up with one to the other side, Britanny yelping and stumbling backwards as she unsuccessfully tries to break her hands-on-hips pose, finding that the fuzzy pink puffs won't do more than stretch a little. "What the hell are these, Attack Tribbles?!" she blurts as her back thuds against the wall, denting it and causing a heavy bounce and wobble in her bare boobs.\n\nSmirking, you begin methodically and quickly firing, splatting more of the pink blobs across her body, enjoying her surprised and outraged yelp as you score a direct hit on her bare pussy with one, then raise up to aim a number of shots at those tits. Like standard Vulcanizer shots, the pink puffs are still extremely heavy, but with the werecheetah's incredible strength she manages to stay upright for quite awhile, even as more and more of her body is coated. Finally when you aim the final handful of puffballs at her head, covering her body completely, she sinks down to sit on the bench of the dressing room. She wiggles and squirms beneath the fluffy pink mass for a moment, then goes still, before the surface of the pink fluffballs begins to wiggle and shift slightly itself.\n\nGradually her body is drawn into the standard 'sex doll' position, elbows bent and hands raised and out to either side of her head, knees drawn up and legs spread. As the pink fluff draws inward, it begins to change colors, largely matching those of the target they've covered... meaning parts of them are turning orange with black spots, others are turning white (with pink places). Soon Britanny's big torpedo tits are white and smoothly-furred again, although this time the fur is a uniform supersoft polyester fabric, the pink nipples both identical to each other and made of a stiffer, less soft version of the fabric. As the stuff finishes between her legs, the white polyester fur gives way to a sewn-in pink pussy-pocket and a uniformly-puckered anal onahole. Her spots are now obviously a printed pattern dyed on the soft orange polyester of most of her body, her tail a single mostly-limp overstuffed length, her ponytail a solid piece sewn to the back of her head. Her face is now a permanent guileless open-mouthed smile of pink thread, green fabric eyes blank and staring despite their wide, cheerful set.\n<<set $britcaptured to true>><<set $plushbrit to true>>\nLaughing delightedly, you set aside the Vulcanizer and step forward towards the plushified werecheetah, reaching out to give those big polyester boobs a squeeze. Firm like they're well-stuffed with cotton, and super soft... kind of reminds you of one of your Pokemon Center plushies. Snickering and giving the stiff pink felt nipples a flick with your fingertips, you decide to give your new acquisition a quick test run. Hauling up the front of your dress, you retract your shiny, glowing panties and let your stiff prick spring free. Rubbing it a bit against the front of the plush's crotch, you then angle it down, pressing it into the opening between the toy's legs and then sliding inside. The microfiber fabric of her pussy is incredibly slick and yet has a stimulating texture you can definitely appreciate, and you do as you begin pumping into the large plushie's polyester pussy, squeezing its waist and compressing it for a decent grip. That sewn-on expression of course never changes, the plush just smiling straight up at you and the ceiling as you fuck it, your stolen skirt swishing over your ass, your own still-covered breasts pressing to those cotton-stuffed ones as you lean down some to put more of your body into fucking the inanimate object under you.\n\nFinally you moan as you empty your balls into the plushie Brit's microfiber cunt, feeling your cum rapidly starting to soak into the fabric, and no doubt the cotton now stuffing her insides. Mm, that's fine... you have faith in your service gynoids' ability to keep every sort of sex doll you own clean and fresh between uses, including this one. Grinning, you slide yourself out of the plush and straighten up, taking a moment to rip off the dress and have your bodysuit resume its normal configuration. A tap at your wrist controls beams the dollified werecheetah back to the doll room. Mission complete! Now it's just up to you to decide whether to head back to the hab and relax, or go right back to the mission room to start another capture.\n<<set $capsucc += 1>>\n<hr>\n[[Hab area.|Capture-HabArea]]\n\n[[Mission room.|Capture-MissionRoom]]

Enh... you would like to get home faster, but doing back-breaking labor every single day doesn't sound like a tradeoff. Several of the men do raise their hands, and Rakell directs them to a set of stairs around one side of the barn, before calling out, "Alright, everyone, not much further now."\n\nIndeed, what you assume is the dorm house is already in view. It looks a lot like the main house in style and color, just less 'grand', two long rows extending back from the front area to form a sort of squared-off 'U'. Leaned against the front of the house are a number of folding chairs, and as you approach Rakell calls out, "Okay, everyone grab a chair, there should be enough. Set 'em out facing me, and I'll give you the rundown." Once everyone's seated, she continues. "Workers are the most versatile and necessary part of this farm. You will be expected to learn at least a little bit of mechanics, agricultural science, and livestock handling in addition to picking stuff up, carrying it, and putting it down, as you might be expecting. That means that if you're given study material, you need to actually study it, and if you repeatedly neglect that or any of your other assigned duties, it can result in a bad assessment and you could get time tacked on. So don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it... on studying, or anything else."\n\nShe pauses for a moment to let that sink in, then continues. "There's a wallscreen in every room, when the alarm goes off in the morning it will have your assignments for the day on it. It's up to you to learn to manage your time to get everything done, but again, if you need some extra guidance or management, don't be afraid to ask me or one of the other supervisors. Each of you has a datapad in your room that's assigned to you, and it will automatically download any study material you need for the next day, always check it. Do <i>not</i> take them out of your room, they always get lost if you do. Check out one of the workpads in the main hall instead, it will be able to access everything on your datapad. It's also checked out to you when you do that, so make sure not to lose it or anything else." Which you guess means 'don't try to steal it', but she's diplomatically not spelling that out. "Other than that, we'll cover things as we go. Alright, everyone form a line at the door, I'll give you your room assignments. Your first chore is cleaning up your room and making the beds."\n\nYou're relieved when you and Mix get assigned to the same room, A8. (Sounds like A is the female wing and B is the one for males, from the other assignments you overhear.) The room's not exactly 'messy' when you find it, a simple thing with a window, dresser with mirror, two twin beds, and aforementioned wall screen, the worst is just a bit dusty and with a tiny bit of grime here and there. But Mix insists that the two of you use the provided cleaning materials extremely thoroughly. "If they told you to clean, that means this place goes by the 'better be opposites' rule."\n\n"What kind of rule is that?" you ask, wrinkling your nose a bit at the not-artificial-pine-but-somehow-instinctively-identifiable-as-the-alien-equivalent scent from the spray you're using on a bit of caked-in dust in a corner.\n\n"If you're outside, you better be dirty. If you're inside, you and it better be clean," she expounds in a philosophical tone. "It's definitely a farm thing. The house, especially the inside, needs to be kept spotless, so you better be ready to clean up too by the time you come in. If you're outside, you better be working hard enough that you're getting filthy."\n\n"Ah-huh. So can I assume we're getting random room inspections?"\n\n"They're not random if they're daily, it's just a question of 'what time'."\n\nThe rest of the day is spent cleaning other parts of the house along with the rest of the newbies, being introduced to the more senior workers, and Rakell giving further orientation tips. You're a little dismayed to find that the shower area is outside in the 'U' of the dorm house, and basically just under an awning, with nothing but pull-across curtains between the wooden columns holding said awning up to hide the female showers from the male showers. "Access to the inside showers with lots and lots of hot water is a privilege you have to earn through hard work and obeying the rules," Rakell says simply when you ask if the showers even get warm. "Otherwise, you get clean before you come in the house after your chores."\n\nDinner at least is pretty decent, in the form of pork chops and a really fresh spring salad with what seems almost identical to spinach, apples, and walnuts in it. After that, Rakell gathers you all in the main entrance and gives a brief course on how to handle some of the animals on the farm if you encounter them without specifically being assigned, then sends you off to bed, which you're only too happy about... it's been a long day. You open the drawers of the dresser to see if they've provided sleeping clothes, but find little other than white shirts, white panties, white socks, jeans, and orange(?!) flannel shirts. You're about to ask what Mix plans to do when you turn and see her flopping naked onto the bed, her clothing except for her boots already dumped into the slowly closing pull-out hamper slot on the wall. Blushing and trying not to stare at her toned green ass, you strip down to your utilitarian grey panties and the white tanktop, dumping your socks and pants as well, and turn out the lights before padding over to crawl under the covers of your own bed.\n\nYou're not sure what wakes you in the night... maybe some distant animal call, knowing where you are, though it takes a few moments to process and remember that. You blink blearily, staring around at the night-dark room as you wake up just enough to focus, and notice that Mix's bed is empty. Huh. Wonder where she went? Bathroom maybe? Your brain hovers on the edge of falling back to sleep and waking up, not quite able to do either until you decide what to do about your curiosity.\n\n<hr>\n[[Discard it.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Indulge it.|GGSR7x4]]\n\n[[Distract yourself from it.|GGOri]]

Well, you came here to be a farm worker, maybe being specifically that is the best. Besides, maybe you'll build some nice-looking muscle and be able to impress everyone with your abs when you finally get home. "I'll be a Worker, then, Miss May."\n\n"Oh good! We do always need them, since that's the majority of the manual labor on the farm and people are always cycling through," she notes, putting her hands together to one side of her head and beaming again. "Besides, nothing's quite so good for the soul as getting up every day and doing some good, honest labor! Go ahead out to the porch, please, Rakell will take you to the worker dorm to give you your orientation. I really hope you have a good time here, and if you have any problems at all, know that you can talk to me or Rakell any time."\n\n"Thanks, Miss May." Standing, you walk out the door and meander back onto the porch, after a moment flopping down on one of the benches ringing the railing. You poke at your new bracelet for awhile, trying mostly out of curiosity to find a seam, but it's like it's part of your skin or something. You glance up when the door opens and a green-skinned blonde comes out. "Oh, hey Mix. Did you pick Worker too?"\n\n"Yup," she answers, flopping to sit next to you. "It's standard farm work, what I'm most familiar with, figure why rock the boat."\n\nMore people trickle out in ones or twos, and you trade polite greetings with some of them. It looks like most of the people on the transport you were on wound up picking Worker, to judge by the small crowd that winds up standing on the porch. Eventually the door opens, and a woman with blue-black skin, black hair, and black-scleraed blue eyes, wearing a tight white t-shirt and battered jeans, steps out. The feline ears at the sides of her head give a twitch, as does the tail behind her as she looks over the group. "Good, plenty of Workers here. Since you'll be expected to fit just about any niche around here at least a little, prepare for a lot of on-the-job training. Some of you actually have farm and ranch hand experience, which is good. I'll explain about schedules and what we expect of you in more detail once we get to the dorm house, which is over by Barn One. Follow me, try not to get distracted or lost."\n\nCertainly you don't think any of the guys in the group are going to get distracted from following after her very nice body. Even you have to admit that the denim-hugged butt under that black feline tail is kind of amazing. She trots down the porch steps and heads off along one of the packed-dirt pathways with all of you following along behind her. "There's something you don't see every day," Mix murmurs to you. "A Nekkanian on a farm."\n\n"Why's that?" you ask, doing your best to keep your voice a whisper.\n\n"Nekkan's mostly city... the whole planet's been developed to one extent or another, and they don't do farming. Heck, they don't do much of anything, most Nekkanians are artists, teachers, researchers, y'know, academic types. Most of their service industry is manned by Dogerians, like her," she notes, pointing to one of the few other women in the group, a tall, slender blonde with short hair and long bangs, and a pair of perky canine ears atop her head in addition to the humanlike ones on the sides. Seeing one on a farm is sort of like seeing a human in a position of power," she adds with a wry tone. Then she blinks several times, glancing at you, the green of her cheeks tinging with yellow. "Er... sorry."\n\n"I kinda get the idea you're just being accurate," you mutter wryly, giving her a small grin to show there's no offense taken.\n\n"Ah, before we go any further," the previous subject of your discussion calls, stopping and turning to the group as it shuffles to a stop. There's a large red barn just to one side... long and wide, though it definitely looks to be at least several stories tall as well. "Does anyone want to be a Special Worker? The labor's harder, the demands are greater, and you don't get nearly as comfy accommodations, but they count your time served as double, if that's what you're looking for."\n\nYour ears perk a little. Double time? Two and a half years instead of five! That could significantly impact how much this derails your life back home. On the other hand, it sounds like that's moving from 'manual labor' to 'hard labor'. \n\n<hr>\n[[Volunteer.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Stay silent.|GGSR7x3]]

A lot of the other stuff sounds like it could have big drawbacks... what sort of aliens populate the city? What are the 'overflow' professions? And oceans and jungles on Earth are already dangerous, you're not sure you wanna know what's in alien ones. And that whole 'Dark Sector' thing, that's right out. But a farm, that might be out in the country, but it should be pretty tamed land, and all the animals will be in boxes. ... Pastures. Stables. Whatever. You can handle that. You tap the agricultural boxes to apply, and soon the screen changes to more text scrolling as the computer voice reads it.\n\n"Your application to Agricultural Sector 99 has been approved by Supervisor Cre'May Mi'k. Your supervisor will meet you at the disembarcation pad. Please don the appropriate garb," it adds, a panel near the meeting of the floor and wall sliding open to reveal a pair of thick-laced workboots. Pulling them out, you start tying them on, wondering just what working on a high-tech space farm involves. \n\nAfter several light bumps and pauses you think are other landing points, the transport stops, and your door slides open. "Please exit the ship," the voice announces. You step out into the hall, hesitating at the sight of several very large, rather muscular-looking male aliens emerging from their own rooms... and a girl with pale green skin and blonde hair that's about an inch taller than you, but a fair bit more toned. \n\n"You heard the ship, out, ya lugs," she says fearlessly, making a shooing motion at them. You're surprised when they all start shuffling along and down the ramp, one or two with a second glance at her but apparently obeying. The other girl grins at you as she walks up, showing off incredibly white teeth, several of which are rather sharp-looking. "Remember, this place is for nonviolent offenders. No reason to worry just 'cause they're big. I'm Mixilia, just Mix is fine."\n\n"Cyan." You feel a little relieved to meet someone who's at least acting friendly, and the reminder that no one wound up here for murder or assault helps. The two of you turn and make your way down the ramp, out into bright, warm sunshine, with a faintly off-blue sky and pale gray clouds. Around you seems to be a lot of grass, some fences, and what looks an awful lot like corn. "I've never really been on a farm before," you admit, glancing around. "I hope I can actually do something here."\n\n"Yer fine, there's a lot to do and some of it anyone with at least one arm can manage. I grew up on a farm myself," Mix adds, folding her arms. "Fuckin' hated it. Why I joined up with the Space Rangers. Then made the dumb decision to jump ship as soon as we got to a fun-looking port. Got caught, now I'm SID and have to do the rest of my tour here."\n\n"SID?"\n\n"'Serving In Disgrace'. Means you're still in but you can't advance in rank and your pension's forfeit. For stuff like this, at the end of your sentence you get an Other Than Honorable Discharge. Basically it's like a black mark on your record that follows you around, but not as big or black a one as if you'd done something to just get booted entirely."\n\n"Oh." Well, you doubt anyone back on Earth will care about you having a non-honorable discharge from the Space Rangers. You rub your arm a bit, then glance at her again. "So if you hated farm life so much, how come you picked this to apply to?"\n\n"It's what I know." She shrugs her green shoulders. "Besides, what I did because I hated it fucked me. Maybe I ought to try and learn from that."\n\nYou suppose that seems like a good attitude to have, and it's a little bolstering that you've maybe made a friend within the first couple of minutes being here. Mix nudges your arm and nods to the path ahead as someone comes down it. She's fairly tall... actually, really tall you realize as she gets closer, probably at least as tall as any of the guys. She looks fairly human despite that... other than the horns that come out from the sides of her head and curl upward to come to tall points. Her hair is brown, tied in a long ponytail that flops forward over her shoulder, and her boobs are... 'immense', you guess is a good word, since you're unable to help staring. She's wearing a yellow sweater and fairly long maroon skirt, with a pale blue apron tied on over that. About the only thing that isn't utterly feminine about her (again, other than the height) is the pair of rather worn, dirty, heavy duty workboots on her feet.\n\n"Oh my, hello everyone!" she calls as she arrives, raising a hand in greeting as she comes to a stop. "Welcome to the farm! Now as you should have heard on the transport, I'm your supervisor, Cre'May Mi'k, but please just call me Miss May, everyone does. Thank you so much for choosing to work here with us! I know that you might not be happy about the circumstances that brought you here, but I really hope you'll come to be happy that you got to spend this time with us!" She puts her hands together and tilts her head, beaming. She seems to go around with her eyes closed most of the time, it's sort of adorable. "Now, obviously we need to go over rules and outline what's expected of everyone, but I like everyone to feel like they're getting personal attention. So if you'll please follow me back to the main house, we'll begin one-on-one interviews." She turns around, revealing that the skirt falls over a generous ass, and so does a swishing, tufted-tipped tail, as she starts back the way she came.\n\nAs you walk along, you notice that it looks... a lot like a farm on Earth. At least what you've seen of them. You're seeing mostly vegetable crops and empty fields, but those look pretty much the same, just with odd colors here and there. Off in the distance you spot what looks like a horse in a field... though it does look like it might have more than the usual compliment of limbs. Soon a large, long, but simply-designed house comes into view, most of the front of it trimmed by a large porch area. Miss May walks up the steps to the porch and shows you into the foyer, where she picks up a tablet computer. "Alright, in a few moments my assistants will come out and call two more of you for interviews. Don't worry, these are people I trust and they'll take care of you." She pauses to beam at the group again, then turns her face towards the pad. "Ah, yes, Cyan LaChance, please come this way into my office."\n\nYou follow her into a small, homey-feeling area with a cuckoo clock on the wall and a simple, old-looking wooden desk near the window. She picks up a very small, very thin bracelet from a pile of them near the entryway and taps it to your collar, which opens and falls off, and then slips the bracelet onto your wrist where it tightens to fit snug against your skin, practically flat and, after a moment, easy to forget you're wearing it. She then settles down behind the desk while you sit in front, and she almost pouts at you. "I was very sad to see the circumstances that brought you here. I'm so sorry that you were put in a situation where you felt threatening someone was your only way out."\n\nYou grin wanly at her. "Thanks."\n\n"Well, it's very bad business! But like I said outside, I hope something good will come of it, and that you very much enjoy your time here. Now, let's see, we need to get you a duty assignment," she says cheerfully. "You're fairly young, so may I assume you've never had a job before?"\n\n"Not really, no."\n\n"That's fine, that's fine, we have lots of opportunities here! Now let me see..." She looks over the tablet, occasionally tapping at it or making a sweeping motion. ... Seriously, how does she read it with her eyes closed? "Alright, first of all, there are several positions in the livestock barn available... we need <b>Producers</b>, and <b>Minders</b>, and <b>Workers</b> there."\n\n"What are those?"\n\n"Well, Producers are responsible for things like generating milk and other things livestock give us, while Minders just generally care for the livestock, such as feeding and health checks. Workers are involved in a bit of everything and do a lot of manual labor, but many find it good for the body and spirit!" She smiles at you again, then looks back to the tablet. "We also need <b>Crop Managers</b> to take care of various things with the vegetables, <b>Engineers</b> to deal with equipment damage and malfunctions, and <b>House Staff</b> to handle whatever needs doing around the main building here."\n\n"I'm from Earth... I mean, I think they call it an 'unaligned' world, which means I don't know a lot about the technology here. Could I really still be an engineer?"\n\n"Oh, don't worry, don't worry, most of what we have around here has been deliberately engineered to be simple to understand and easy to fix, plus you'll have other people familiar with it to teach you. Please don't worry at all about what you think you can do," she assures you with a gentle smile as she sets the tablet down and folds her hands atop it. "I'd really like you to please choose whatever you think sounds fun, interesting, or fulfilling. Then it's my job to make sure you're satisfied with that and gain enough sense of fulfillment and belonging that you're rehabilitated. My philosophy is, if people can be happy here, they can find a place to be that kind of happy when they leave!"\n\nOkay, so it sounds like you can choose pretty much whatever. And even if Miss May is a little... schmaltzy?... she at least seems nice. So it's just a question of what you think seems like a good idea to serve your time doing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Producer.|GGOri8x1]]\n\n[[Minder.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Worker.|GGSR7x2]]\n\n[[Engineer.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Crop Manager.|GGOri]]\n\n[[House staff.|GGOri]]

This job is getting weirder by the second, but if your apparently very young new boss has a thing for roleplay with her employees, you'll do your best to play along, as advised. "Agamemnon did his best to warn me, so I'm just barely managing to survive the fright, your majesty!" you reply in what you hope is an enthusiastic tone.\n\n"Eh?! Really?!" 'Diabolic Catastrophe' squeals, clutching her hands beneath her chin, eyes sparkling, before she quickly clears her throat and shifts to a thoughtful pose, one hand on her hip and the other clutching her chin, eyes closed. "Kukuku, well done, perhaps you're made of strong enough stuff after all. You will join my Dark Great Kings, and help lead us to victory over the obstacle standing in the way of our rightful takeover of this troublesome shutter of a planet!"\n\n"Ah, right... your majesty, I was told I'm here to help solve a dispute, but-"\n\n"It's those DARNED magical girls!" the girl instantly shrieks, stamping one bare foot as her tail stands out behind her and her wings stretch out. (Wait... are those things real? Before you can start to wonder, she's busy continuing her rant.) "Always, always, <i>always</i> popping up to stop us! No matter what our plan is they show up without fail! It's ridiculous! But now you... kukukuku..." She raises a hand to her face, winking one eye closed and staring at you through two fingers with the other. "You will be the one to rid me of this frustration!"\n\n"... Wait, me?" You point at yourself, then clear your throat. "I mean, I'm just a lowly mortal, and-"\n\n"I put forth to the Queen that perhaps what was required was a local's perspective, since none of us from the Shadow Planet have been able to properly address the issue," Agamemnon says, having moved to stand beside the throne and turned to face you again. "While she was originally enamored of the idea of simply grabbing one at random, she eventually realized her own wisdom in accepting my suggestion of a slightly more targeted approach."\n\n"For you see, I am a genius!" the girl who is clearly an idiot declares, putting her hands on her hips and puffing out her chest, nostrils flaring as she grins smugly.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're not fighting any magical girls, you're going home.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[... Yeah okay a job's a job.|DarkMike1x2]]

"That sounds fun, Rudy, but I really should see someone about this whole, you know... issue," you note, plucking at your snowy white hair.\n\n"Ah, yeah yeah, you're probably right." He gives a quick nod. "Well listen, I already called ahead to the Head Elf, Tinzel, to let her know what's going on. She should be waiting for you just through there," he adds, pointing to a door marked 'Administration'. "So if you want to get back to your old life and whatnot, she should be able to help. But hey, I gave her progress reports pretty regularly through the night, and I think she's just as impressed with you as I am. If you decide you'd like to stay Santa, I'm pretty sure all you have to do is say so. Think about it!" he adds cheerfully, turning off and trotting towards the stable door without giving you a chance to respond.\n\nYou blink a few times as you process that. Stay... Santa? Really? Feeling a bit lightheaded at the very concept, you turn and make your way over towards the Administration door. Inside is what looks like an office building lobby, albeit everything looks vaguely like it was designed by the same people who make really stereotypical Christmas toy trains and robots for Christmas movies. There are a handful of youthful-looking people with pointed ears around either in motion or working at desks, but one immediately makes a beeline towards you. Her hair is bright metallic silver... actually the exact silver of Christmas tree tinsel... and pulled back into a ponytail that comes almost to her ankles. Her cheeks and bare midriff are dusted with glitter, her flat chest and slender arms covered by a white top that vaguely reminds you of something a jester would wear, and her white pleated skirt with its black patent leather belt is fairly short, coltish legs sheathed in one green stocking and one red, with low-topped silver boots on her feet. Despite her young appearance, both the look in her emerald green eyes and her entire manner are extremely mature and professional as she comes to a stop in front of you.\n\n"Miss Holly Day?" At your nod, she offers a hand, showing off nails painted in traditional Christmas light colors. She waits for you to shake it before she continues. "I'm Tinzel, current Head Elf. I take care of all the administrative minutae here at the North Pole that Santa can't be bothered with."\n\n"Like compiling the Naughty and Nice lists for him to check over?" you ask, trying to at least participate in the conversation somewhat.\n\n"Yes, that is one of my primary duties. I also handle little crises such as this one when Santa is unable to properly do so... which he cannot in this case, for obvious reasons," she adds, quirking a thin, gleaming eyebrow as she glances you up and down, making you blush a little. "While this precise manifestation of the issue has not occurred before, I assure you that we've handled variations on it in the past. It should take at most a week to return both yourself and Santa to normal."\n\n"Oh, that's a relief," you huff, resting a hand on your chest. Though you can't help but add, "Although... Rudy sort of mentioned that... it might be possible for me to stay on as Santa?"\n\n"Mmm... well..." Tinzel looks you up and down again. "Admittedly it would not be <i>the</i> most unorthodox method we've seen of transferring the mantle of Santa we've had in all our many years of operation. And your performance was indeed rather exemplary. The for-... Santa was most likely considering retiring anyway, which is likely one of the reasons he was having performance issues in the first place." She clears her throat, perhaps having realized how that phrasing could have been taken, before she presses on. "It would be a bit more of an administrative burden on me until you settled in and got the hang of things, but yes, if you are in fact interested in the position, I think I can be confident in offering it to you."\n\n"Just like that?"\n\n"In essence. We do have a number of contingencies for these sorts of situations. We can tidy up your home and have all your possessions brought here. Your family and friends will be magically given the impression that you have moved far away to take a job you are happy with, to the point that they are primarily happy for you before any other emotion. It will be a gentle but clean break from your prior life, and you can focus on becoming Santa Claus. If, that is, you're truly interested in the position, and all the hard work that comes with it as well as the joyous tidings...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Become Santa.|HollyXmas8x4]]\n\n[[Go home.|HollyXmas]]

You take a few deep breaths. No, no, you're Santa! You can't let yourself go on the Naughty list! Or... the Lewd list, if there is such a thing. Taking a few moments to breathe and control yourself, you firm up your resolve before heading down the chimney.\n\nThe bag this time doesn't contain much... obvious stocking stuffers in the form of a toothbrush, some toothpaste, and body wash, all store brand. There's one wrapped present, which handling instinctively lets you know is a self-improvement book on having a better personality that's been lightly sprinkled with coal dust. Ow. Of course, what sympathy had been building dissipates some when you realize that the cookies Bryan left out are three lonely Oreos... no, actually those are store brand too. Well, maybe it's just what he deserves. Shaking your head, you zip back up the chimney and return to the sleigh.\n\nYou continue on through the night. Several more times you glimpse some rather... provocative... things with Santavision, especially the fact that the more you use it, the more thorough it becomes, and you start getting a sort of mental download on the various activities of people you view with it, and thus a rather more explicit idea of what might have landed someone on the Naughty list than Rudy typically gives. Heck, some of the stuff that lands people on the <i>Nice</i> list has your new cock stiffening! Still, you push through it, becoming ever more focused on delivering a wonderful Christmas all across the world. You let yourself focus on the fact that kids rich and poor and everything in between can get a visit from Santa and that you finally and directly get to spread holiday cheer across the world!\n\nEventually you notice that the flight is taking longer than usual, and peer downwards to realize that oceans filled with large white chunks of ice are zipping by below. "Oh! Are we done?" you call ahead.\n\n"Yeah!" Rudy calls back, somehow managing to be heard over the whistling of the wind. "We're on our way back to the North Pole now!"\n\nEventually the reindeer and sleigh start to descend towards what looks like a packed-snow runway, with illumination that somehow more evokes Christmas lights than the typical airport guidance. At the end of it is what looks utterly like an airplane hangar sticking half out of a wall of ice, the visible parts of it painted red and green and twinkling with colored lights. The reindeer pull to a landing along the runway without issue despite it being literally made of ice, settling into an easy jog as they enter the hangar, and finally coming to a stop.\n\n"Whew! Always good to be home!" Rudy announces as the knots binding his harness and those of the others come undone of their own accord. The buff reindeer-men start filing towards a door marked 'Stables', while Rudy walks over to meet you as you clamber out of the sleigh. "Great job tonight," he says, giving you a thumbs-up. "In fact I daresay once you found your groove, you had more pep and twinkle than the old man's had in decades. Hey, we've got a 'Mission Accomplished' party to go to in the Stables, you wanna come with?" he continues, glancing towards the door. "We usually don't invite anyone but reindeer, but hey..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds fun!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Probably shouldn't.|HollyXmas8x3]]

Terminating Santavision and doing your best to calm down, you rub your arms and hop in place a bit on the roof. You peek a few more times, but just keep getting glimpses of Madelyn furiously (and rather creatively) masturbating. Lord, no wonder she's on the naughty list, this girl's got a libido like a racehorse! Eventually though you find her flumped on her side, panties and pajamas still around her knees and thus showing off her pert teenage ass, but apparently having settled into a doze. 'Finally,' you mutter internally, cock still rather stiff as you clamber up and head down the chimney. Once down, you set to work, quickly munching the cookies and milk before setting to laying out presents. Your hardon only gradually subsides as you work, rubbing against the satin of your pants the entire time until it does, and thus making it a rather slow gradual process. You do have a little empathy for guys having to put up with this now, you suppose.\n\nStill, by the time you finish you feel mostly back to normal, though you promise yourself your own epic clit-frigging session once you're back to normal and back home. Zipping back up the chimney, you avoid the eyes of the somewhat smug-seeming reindeer as you climb back into the sleigh and hold on for the ride.\n\nOnce you've landed at the next house, Rudy looks over his shoulder at you as you get out. "Alright, a boy named Bryan lives here. He's on the Bad list."\n\n"Huh? The Bad list?" You blink a few times. "There's more than just the Nice and Naughty lists?"\n\n"Yeah, actually. See, the rumors of kids on the Naughty list getting things like coal are actually kids that were on the Bad list. Nice kids get presents, kids that have just failed to be nice go on the Naughty list and get nothing, kids that go on the Bad list get reminders that they need to shape up."\n\n"Huh. So what did Bryan do?"\n\n"He's been making fun of boys by calling them girls, and stealing panties from the girls' locker room."\n\n"Oh! That's pretty-"\n\n"Yeah but those might not necessarily be enough," Rudy cuts in with a snort. "See, he keeps getting curious and trying the panties on. That's the real reason he's firmly on the Bad list, the hypocrisy added to all the rest."\n\nOh my. Putting your fingers to the sides of your forehead, you activate Santavision. Bryan looks like he might be thirteen or fourteen, and you're guessing his mockery of other boys for being girly is definitely a massive case of overcompensation, considering his fine features and rather long blonde hair. \n\nA sudden idea occurs to you. You're not sure why, but you just know that you could use Santa's powers to really thoroughly punish the hypocritical youth... and have a lot of lewd Christmas fun at the same time. Perhaps it's how worked up with no release you got earlier, but the sight of the girly-looking boy asleep in his bed and the knowledge that he's been slipping into girls' panties gives you a very clear, very naughty idea.\n\n<hr>\n[[Push past it.|HollyXmas8x2]]\n\n[[Give in to the idea.|HollyXmas]]

Holy crap, you have <i>tentacles</i>! Agile, strong tentacles that you can do whatever you want with! It's time to recreate some of the more interesting doujinshi you've ever downloaded! \n\nEagerly, you yank your jeans open and shove them and your panties down, your pussy already growing wet just thinking about all you can do. You notice that the tentacles gripping around your hips follow the lines of where your thighs attach to your hips, leaving your sex and most of your ass bare... the tentacles there, and all the rest actually, are also slowly turning a vibrant purple color. Huh, that's interesting... you'd heard squids change colors with their emotional states, you guess this backpack does too. Is purple excitement, then? Arousal? Well, whatever it is, you're feeling it a little too strongly to get distracted by the pretty colors the tentacles are turning. You consider briefly how to get your shirt off, and realize that you'd have to take the pack off first to do it... no, no, you're definitely in too much of a hurry for that. Deciding that sacrifices sometimes have to be made, you slip a few tentacles into the front and sides of the shirt, then gasp loudly as you have them literally rip it off of you. Oh wow, that definitely <i>was</i> like a hentai doujin, huh? You shiver in delight a little, taking a moment to look in the mirror at the way the tentacle-straps lift and separate your perky tits, before turning your attention to the best way to do this.\n\nLet's see, laying back would be helpful, but the bed might get in the way of some of the tentacles. So after a second, you plant the flat side of the heads of the whips against the floor and lift yourself up off the ground with them, using other tentacles to brace yourself. Your legs wind up dangling and you're at a bit of an odd angle, so the easiest solution for that? Wind more tentacles around your ankles and haul them up into the air, pulling your own legs apart and displaying your pussy and puckered asshole to the mirror. You shiver again and bite your lower lip, getting more turned on by the moment as you consider all the possibilities, the tentacles wiggling and writhing a bit in the air in apparent sympathetic excitement. You bring one in, rubbing the largely blunt rounded tip up and down your folds. Shivering a little and feeling like you need a better grip, you wind some tentacles around your arms, sliding the ends into your hands as if they were handles. Feeling a bit more buoyed, you slide the tentacle inside yourself, letting your head lean back and moaning as you do.\n\nIt's not quite warm, but it pulses and wriggles in a way that's much more alive than anything you've ever put inside yourself before. In your excitement you have it thrust in deeper than you really meant, making yourself gasp loudly and arch your back, twisting a bit and pulling against the tentacles holding you. Letting out a low moan, you begin pumping the tentacle in and out of your pussy, biting your lower lip at first to muffle yourself, then just letting out long, soft moans as you really start fucking yourself with the purple appendage, hips twitching and bucking as it pumps into your wet sex. Realizing there's no need just to focus on one spot, considering that you don't seem to be running out of tentacles anytime soon, you bring more tentacles up to start rubbing and stroking at your breasts, using the blunt tips to tease at your nipples, making yourself shiver. Earlier when you'd been experimenting, you'd found that the tentacles could turn sticky when pressed against something, the whole surface becoming like a suction cup. You use that ability now, making them stick to your nipples and pulling up, moaning at the suction-like feel, especially as you let them 'pop' away and then bring them back to repeat the process.\n\nYou start breathing faster and faster, almost subconsciously having more tentacles stroke and writhe across your body as you fuck yourself harder, until finally you give a short, gasping cry and plunge it into yourself deep, body trembling as it shudders and writhes inside and outside you. After a moment you slump and pant, huffing, the tentacles stroking over your skin moving in lazy, almost placid motions. \n\nOf course, you're not going to be satisfied with that. Soon you're having the tentacles stroke and caress your thighs, belly, and tits with more purpose. Maybe it's your imagination, but you feel like you can process sensations from the tentacles a little better... like the one slowly stroking in and out of your sex can't just feel the slight pressure of your inner walls spread around it, but also the little flutters and squeezes, more of the heat, the wetness around it. You moan lowly as you start pumping the tentacle into yourself a little more purposefully, enjoying the overlapping sensations of getting fucked in the pussy and the fainter, more subdued one of fucking a pussy. Perhaps it's that sensation that has you bringing another tentacle up and pressing it to your pucker... you haven't ever put anything in your ass, but the tentacles are already slick and squishy, and you're sufficiently worked up that you don't think twice about pushing the thick length into your puckered hole, a look at the mirror showing your ass spreading around the wriggling purple thing as it slides deeper and deeper inside. Soon you're pumping and fucking away just as deeply with both tentacles, crying out and gasping. \n\nSome part of you thinks you need to be quiet, what if someone heard you and came to investigate? In your lust-addled mind, there's only one solution. You tilt your head back and open your mouth, tongue sticking out as you bring a tentacle around and then slide it past your lips. You're a bit surprised by the flavor... it's actually kind of like grape soda?! But you're soon focusing on sucking and licking at it, taking greater pleasure in having something thick and throbbing in your mouth considering that you can feel the sensual pleasures of your tongue and lips working at it. Overcome with desire, you start pumping the tentacle into your mouth just like the ones fucking you below, gagging a little as it bumps the back of your throat but not stopping. It just feels too good to have it pressing inside, and twisting the tentacles lifting you up lets you see the way it's bulging your slender throat up as you fuck yourself with it. Your hands stroke and squeeze the tentacles you're gripping, almost unconsciously jerking them off as you tentacle rape yourself in all three holes, loving every second of it.\n\nEventually, sweaty and a bit exhausted from numerous orgasms, you pull the tentacles out of yourself and tilt yourself over onto the bed, the pack squishing a little under you as you lay down but not seeming bothered by it. You lay there recovering, feeling the cold air of the AC blow over your skin, damp with sweat in most places and absolutely soaked with girlcum between your legs. \n\n"Cyan?" your mother's voice calls suddenly from downstairs.\n\nYou jerk a little, several of the tentacles shooting upright in sympathetic alarm and turning bright red. You sit up and try to even your voice as you call, "Uh, yeah Mom?!"\n\n"Are you okay? I thought I heard something fall..."\n\n"Uh, m'fine," you answer. "Just dropped a little heavily on the bed, sorry."\n\n"Alright, well, your father won't be home tonight, so when you're ready come down and we'll order a pizza," she calls back.\n\nYou let out a huff of relief, then flop back onto the bed, tentacles fading back to a pale white. Man though... that was amazing. No wonder the girls in hentai anime always cum gallons and squirt milk out of their tits despite shrieking 'Kyaaa! Yamete!' like squirrels on helium. You bring a hand up to cup one of your breasts, lightly toying with your nipple as you think. That felt so good... and the longer it went on, the better the tentacles (though you keep almost thinking of them as <i>your</i> tentacles) felt too. You kinda wonder... what it would be like to use them on another girl. They felt so good when they had your pussy, ass, and mouth wrapped around them... would they feel even better in someone else's holes?\n\n<hr>\n[[You've gotta find out!|GGLC]]\n\n[[Probably best to keep it masturbatory.|GGLC]]

It's slowly starting to sink in that all of this is for real. Well, it helps that all the 'Dark Great Kings' suddenly sprout big black-feathered wings from their backs as they do some sort of salute to the posing little queen. But. "So this comes with dental, right?"\n\n"Of course! Gilgamesh, show him!" Diabolic Catastrophe cries, dramatically swinging and pointing at the blonde ponytailed woman (you think) over to her left, who immediately lifts their lips in a rictus of a grin. Wow, you've never seen someone's teeth do the little 'sparkle flash' thing in real life before. "And full optical, you only have to pay for the cost of transition lenses if you get them!" Agamemnon adjusts his own glasses a bit on cue, also causing a twinkle. Wow.\n\n"Sign me up, then, I guess I'll take care of these magical girls for you," you agree with a simple nod. Because hey, look, loyalty to the human race is one thing, full dental and optical is another.\n\n"Kukuku, of course! And nooooow..." She raises her hands above your head, and you can't help but start a bit as roiling, almost liquid darkness congeals around them, swirling about like smoke. "ARISE, MY NEW DARK GREAT KING!" With that, the slip of a girl flings her hands towards you, sending the darkness rushing towards you like water from a firehose.\n\nIt hits like it, too, albeit without any sense of getting wet. In fact other than the simple impact that lifts you off your feet and knocks you to the ground on your back, you don't know that it feels like <i>anything</i>. There's a sort of weird, tingly numbness all over your body, like your whole self was a limb that had fallen asleep and now had blood rushing back to it... although it does make you aware you're feeling some extra parts you didn't have before. You just lay there, trying to process, blinking at the ceiling, until Diabolic Catastrophe and her lackeys all lean over into your field of view, apparently staring down at you.\n\n"He is the most <i>averagely</i> pretty man I have ever seen," Gilgamesh comments, pursing her lips. "Like, how is he even doing that, being beautiful and completely non-noteworthy at the same time?"\n\n"Forget that, look at his wings," the caramel-skinned man with elegantly coifed auburn hair that you figure has to be Ozymandias says. "What color are his feathers?"\n\n"Feather-colored," the androgynous twins with rumpled black hair declare immediately and in perfect sync. \n\n"He's not very impressive," the queen says in a bland tone, expression going [redacted]. "Does he really warrant being a 'Great King'? He looks more like a John, or a Rudolf, or an FDR."\n\n"That last one was in fact quite evil, my lady, but I fear you're venturing towards alienating readers for a variety of reasons."\n\n"Psh, they should have seen the original joke," Diabolic Catastrophe scoffs as she turns to the side and folds her arms, the other Dark Great Kings also straightening up as Agamemnon finally offers you a hand and helps you to your feet.\n\n"His appearance could be deliberate, my lady," Agamemnon offers, even as Gilgamesh proffers you what looks like a makeup mirror so you can take a look at yourself. ... Huh, you look exactly like you, but also pretty. But since you still look exactly like you, you're... yeah okay no wonder everyone was confused. Now you are too. "To allow him to more easily pass unnoticed should his efforts require it."\n\n\n"Oh, fine fine fine, I'll give him a good name then." Huffing, the queen turns to face you, looks you up and down, then points dramatically at you as she declares, "I dub thee the Dark Great King <img src="images/nobbu.png" alt="Nobunaga (but it's got a Japanese flag in the background and is written in brush strokes, it is extremely Japanese, painfully so)">"\n\n"Er..." You blink. "You said that super Japanese-y just now."\n\n"I don't even know what you mean! Ah, it's time for this week's Babylonia ep!" the queen suddenly yelps, turning and scurrying off out of the room.\n\nYou stare at her, then look at Agamemnon and point at yourself. "Am I gonna get accused of cultural appropriation?"\n\n"Depends on how you vote, but let's not dwell on such issues and instead assume that you'll prefer 'Mike' still when not in her majesty's presence, yes?"\n\n"Yeaaaah that seems best," you mutter as Agamemnon pats you on the back, then leads you over towards what seems to be some sort of 'war room' area set up to one side of the throne room. "So, what, have you guys been attacking just one town in particular and the same group of magical girls keeps popping up to stop you, and you never think about going somewhere else?"\n\n"Oh no, we've tried to establish footholds in a number of major cities, but we always run into the same problem of magical girls... sometimes it's the same ones in another city, but there seem to be a rather large number of them as well."\n\nYou look at the big floating stone globe with little glowy parts over portions of it, and floating crystals that show images of different costumed girls. After a moment of consideration, you say, "Ah, y'know, maybe this is a little late to the party, considering, but why exactly are we trying to conquer Earth anyway?"\n\n"Mm, well, the Shadow planet exists in an exact copy of Earth's orbit, just further out, meaning that the Earth constantly blocks all sunlight that would come to us and keeps us in constant darkness, and-"\n\n"Wait, wait sorry... wouldn't we have noticed a planet like that?"\n\n"Of course not, it's in shadow."\n\n"... I don't know anything about astronomy and I still think that's bullshit, but since I don't know enough to say why, I'm just gonna ask you to continue."\n\n"Quite. Anyway, the official reason is that we who are born and thrive in darkness harbor a deep resentment for Earth who has stolen the sun from us, and so we must cast the world out of its orbit to take our proper place as the true sun-bathed planet."\n\n"... Buuuut if you thrive in darkness it doesn't sound like you really need the sun."\n\n"Correct."\n\n"... Soooo it's more like rich idiots and Everest, right?" you ask, tilting your head and looking at the globe again.\n\n"'Because it's there' is an adequate explanation, yes, although I'd ask you to be more careful about phrasing things like that even if you are now a Dark Great King." Agamemnon gestures at one of the crystals and has it float over to hover above his palm, displaying the image within to you. "These are the magical girls that have most recently vexed our dark majesty, 'Magi-Cheer Five'. They are relatively nearby to the location where we recruited you, so they would certainly be a good starting point to proving yourself."\n\nYou consider the handful of teenage girls (all older-looking and more on the leggy and stacked side than Diabolic Catastrophe, so you can imagine one of the things that vexes her) in cheerleader-style outfits that show a lot of skin and are in bright crayola-esque colors. "So what exactly do I do about them? I mean, does the queen have something specific in mind, or?"\n\n"No, as long as they cease to be an obstacle I don't imagine our most adorable and svelte highness particularly cares whether they're captured, turned, or eliminated outright. You have a fairly broad mandate here, and we other Dark Great Kings will help you as you request. Now, what would you say the starting point of your plan is?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Find their secret identities.|DarkMike1x3]]\n\n[[Overwhelm them.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[Just go around them.|DarkMike]]

After several minutes of wrestling with the issue, you declare, "I'll do it! I'll become Santa Claus!"\n\n"Very well then. Tomorrow, we will begin outlining all that the transition involves," Tinzel replies in an even, businesslike tone, as if it were all the same to her. She twirls on the ball of one foot and begins walking off, blinking lights in the heels of her boots marking every step. "This way, please."\n\n"Where are we going?" you ask, hurrying to catch up. \n\n"Santa's room. Rather, your room now. You've had a long night and no doubt will wish to clean up and get some sleep."\n\nYou have to admit, both of those things sound nice. You get only a few glimpses of the North Pole complex, mostly quaint but well-cared-for wooden hallways, before Tinzel pushes open a pair of large double doors carved with an elaborate scene of a more traditional reindeer team pulling a sleigh with a very old depiction of Santa in it. The interior is a bit like an ultra-luxury ski chalet with a heavy Christmas theme, which makes it just about one of the most amazing things you've ever seen. Off to one side is a huge bed carved to resemble a sleigh, piled high with furs... or, fur-style blankets, now that you look closer. Tinzel indicates the doors that lead to the bathroom, and you head inside, discovering it to be a pleasant mix of high-tech functionality with antique aesthetic. A long, hot shower with gingerbread-scented shampoo and peppermint-scented soap later, you dry off with the most wonderfully fluffy towel you've ever touched, and find a large red silk robe with white trim to pull on over your lightly plump and still mingled-sexed body.\n\nYou're a little embarrassed to realize Tinzel is still there when you come out, since the robe is all you're wearing, but at least it covers everything. The elf has apparently just finished pulling back the covers for you on the bed, and settles to stand beside it as you clamber in and lay back on your back, head resting on the obviously-magic-to-be-so-perfect pillows and settling your hands on your stomach. "Before I bid you goodnight, Santa, is there anything I can get you?" she asks formally, apparently having adapted rather quickly to you being her new boss. "Warm milk to help you sleep? Some authentic North Pole cookies?" She pauses, then quirks an eyebrow again, a bit of a smile touching her cranberry-colored lips... actually, you might call it the ghost of a smirk. "Some 'holiday cheer'?"\n\nShe said that in a sort of way that implied implications... ah, is she offering you a nightcap? A hot toddy or something?\n\n<hr>\n[[Warm milk sounds nice.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[You actually haven't had enough cookies tonight, weirdly enough.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Sure, 'holiday cheer' would be good, heheh.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Nah, you're good.|HollyXmas]]

Well. Either you're dead, in which case you probably should go into the light, or it's all a sensory illusion anyway, just random neurons firing in your brain as you're hooked up to the weird little mindcase thing or whatever. You move towards the flicker in the distance, feeling like you're both pushing and pulling yourself to do so, floating on through the empty black that's not really darkness or shadow. \n\nIt's not precisely that it grows larger, more like it grows clearer as you approach. You're not sure it even has a set size... somehow you both perceive it as being roughly the same size you are, and immeasurably big, like land stretching off beyond the curve of the horizon. What your eyes see... or you guess, what you understand as your eyes seeing... as you draw closer puts it as about the size of a car. It reminds you of deep space images or CG renderings of the sun you've seen, and is just as clear and easy to look at as those are despite its brightness. And instead of just orange-yellow-red its surface glitters with every color you've ever seen, every shade of those colors, flowing across it, streaming through the tendrils that arc off of its surface to 'splash' back downward to the main body... which, if you look closer, isn't a solid ball, but more so many of those clusters and lines of color all roiling that it just looks like a flat surface. \n\nYou're not entirely sure how long you stare at it... it's somewhere between a nanosecond and an eternity. Then one of those coils of light and color rises up from the surface again, arcs, and then... pauses. Before instead of hitting the surface again, it stretches outward, moving towards you, stretching until it's almost touching your face, where it stops. You can see it as it is, a kind of pseudopod of flickering rainbow light, but the more you look the more you understand it's made up of so many things at the same time... pictures, words, buttons, commands, lines of code, even ones and zeroes. Your mind is torn between just seeing what it is, a bunch of data given form, and yet at the same time comprehending that it's something more, something that's huge and growing and recursive... infinite.\n\nOnce you realize the sheer scope of the thing in front of you, your innate reaction, welling up from the core of your being, is-\n\n<hr>\n[[Fear.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Curiosity.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Desire.|FemPalV10x4]]

In for a penny, in for a pound. "I guess I'll go with the full body prosthesis," you decide. "If it will get me up and moving faster."\n\n"Properly calibrated, it should react just as smoothly as your own body," Alexa assures you evenly as the bed wheels you over towards a hanging set of robot arms that have a number of rather scary-looking surgical tools attached. It spins you around so that your head is facing the wall and fully reclines you, Alexa's voice taking on an even, soothing tone as you try not to panic at a large needle lowering towards you. "You'll be unconscious during the process, but you may experience just a few odd sensory flashes. You probably won't even remember them when you wake up."\n\nYou can't help but wince at the pinch and sting of pain as the needle slides into the side of your neck, a faint sensation of cold flowing out from the injection site, followed by the light pain of the needle going numb, as does the rest of your body gradually after. Everything goes fuzzy, the sounds of Alexa and Marie speaking to each other sounding like your ears are stuffed with cotton. And then it all goes dark.\n\nSome time later, you... don't really wake up, but you're aware again. But it's still dark, no matter how hard you try to open your eyes. You feel like you're floating in an endless black void... wait, is that right? You do sort of feel like you're floating, but you're not really aware of your body. Even as you think it, though, your body is there again, naked and whole. You look down at yourself and try moving your legs, and they move exactly as you want them to... exactly, no sense of effort or muscle reactions, no little pressures like you were never really aware of until suddenly they're not happening. You raise your hands and look at them, flexing your fingers with the same sensation... it's not really like they're numb, it's just like the movement is so effortless that it's not real. You try a few motions like extending just your ring fingers and find that's as easy as trying to do it. \n\n"I'm not actually awake," you announce aloud. "This is that sensory flash that she talked about." You don't really hear your words, even in your own ears, it's more like you just know you spoke them aloud. You float there for a moment more, then add, "Unless I died on the operating table and this is what being dead is like." You let that hang there... or kind of not, since it didn't actually go anywhere... for a minute, or an hour, or a day, however long it is, before you add, "But I'm pretty sure I'm alive."\n\nThose words, spoken-thought as they are, actually seem to penetrate through the darkness this time, at least to judge by the fact that there's a reaction. Of in the distance, you see something flickering. A light... twinkling like a star, but not any one color, instead a flashing, chaotic rainbow of them. You stare at it, because really there's nothing else to look at, but also because you've never seen anything like that. Strange and beautiful... lots of words keep trying to come to mind, but your thoughts keep coming back to those two over and over again. Strange and beautiful. You feel like you could go towards it if you only tried. ... Although... isn't that what people say it's like when you die? You go towards a light? Except that people always describe that as a blinding white light... this is so many colors, and despite being bright even in the distance it's not blinding to look at at all.\n\n<hr>\n[[Move towards it.|FemPalV10x3]]\n\n[[Keep your distance.|FemPalV12x1]]

All of this other stuff... genetic manipulation, trying to activate latent genes, it's a little far beyond your world for you. And the UIS, you'd just collapse again if you took it off? But the other option... I mean, people get prosthetic limbs all the time, right? This is just something connected to your back instead of losing an arm or something. "The cybernetic augmentation... I want that one," you decide.\n\n"Alright. Now admittedly, both of the procedures involving cybernetic augmentation are thoroughly experimental, but we still understand them fairly well and are relatively certain that both can be done without any problems," Dr. Life says, breezing on before you can ask about those qualifiers. "Specifically there are two operations possible. One is for us to replace your spinal column with a synthetic recreation. Obviously that wouldn't work entirely on its own, so it will spread a web of artifical nerves along your current nervous system. The other option is full body prosthesis."\n\n"Full body?" You blink at that. "You mean... replace everything?"\n\n"Yes. Your brain, outfitted with a number of neural probes, would be encased in a near-invulnerable box and then loaded into an android body. You would become effectively immortal, and the only limits of what your body would be able to do is the engineering possibilities. It is, admittedly, more extreme than other methods, but you would likely be back on your feet and at full strength much faster than the spine replacement surgery."\n\n<hr>\n[[Artificial spine.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Full body prosthesis.|FemPalV10x2]]

Good girls should be in bed early on Christmas! ... And your alarm is set for painfully early in the morning for that drive, sigh. Still, you're going with the 'going to sleep so Christmas will get here earlier' explanation because you're just the sort that likes to keep that mindset. You pull on a pair of purple satin pajama pants and a thin white long-sleeved shirt as your pajamas, then crawl under the comforter to snuggle in with your Christmas bear (you buy a new Christmas-themed teddy bear every year... whaaat, it's your tradition!) to go to sleep.\n\nThe next thing you know, you're awake, blinking blearily into the dark of your room. Once your eyes focus, you can see that the clock says it's a few minutes before midnight... well before you meant to wake up. You shift in bed, trying to figure out just what it was that woke you up, when you hear a clatter from above. What the heck? Sitting up a little, you hear some thuds from the ceiling above that sound distinctly like someone walking around up there. Getting out of bed and sliding your feet into your slippers, you grab your robe and pull it on, trying to follow the sounds. As you pass the brick wall that you know is your chimney going up from downstairs, you swear you can hear muffled shouting. What in the world?\n\nAs you get down the hall, though, everything goes quiet. You hesitate, blinking your sleepy eyes. Did you imagine it? It might have been the remnants of a dream or something...\n\n<hr>\n[[Check the roof.|HollyXmas5x2]]\n\n[[Go back to bed.|HollyXmas]]

"Won't... matter?" Dr. Life glances at Alexa nervously, and you note the data of the auburn-haired woman bringing some of her suit's weapons systems online without visibly moving.\n\n"The line between the biological and the technological is getting smaller all the time, isn't it?" you note calmly, turning towards them and smiling. You do feel happy to talk about that, even if you doubt they're ready to understand the extent to which you mean. "I'm standing here as proof after all. In time no one will really think much of someone with glowing eyes and lights on their skin."\n\nYou process the myriad inputs that show them relaxing, as well as Alexa standing her suit down. "True enough, I suppose," the CEO says, one corner of her mouth quirking a little. "Still, until then, you'll need to move around in society undetected at times."\n\nNot willing to argue the point at the moment, you nod. "Alright. When that time comes, we can do it then? I kind of think they're pretty," you add, glancing at the glowing implants on the backs of your forearms, which is true enough. They're a nice reminder of what you are now, besides having a pleasing color and lumen value.\n\n"Well, I don't see any problem with that," Alexa allows as she picks up a folded garment and walks over, passing it to you. It's a sleeveless one-piece zip-up... dark grey and black, the material a bit like a wetsuit's but thinner and moving much more easily, as you find when you decide to go ahead and put it on, drawing it into place and zipping it up. You step into a matching pair of slippers to go with it, since that also seems to be expected of you. "For now, why don't I show you to your room?" Alexa says, putting a hand on your shoulder and using carefully calculated pressure to start guiding you out of the lab and down the hall.\n\n"Yes, thank you," you allow, since new places mean new data, and you suppose you will need somewhere to be most of the time, and any arbitrary location is as good as the next for the moment. You're shown down several hallways and into a room that's been decorated to appeal largely to your old self's tastes, and which you still find generally aesthetically and sensationally pleasing. Alexa makes a few more comments designed to soothe you and ingratiate herself to you, and then departs, which you admit you're a bit grateful for. You spend some time examining the room, looking through some of the clothing and items and even toys that were left for you. In the drawer containing a number of pairs of rather uninspired panties you find a simple, curved blue plastic vibrator... hm, very thoughtful. Almost distractedly you unzip and peel out of the one-piece and step out of the slippers, then lay on the bed, running your fingers up and down the somewhat rubbery lips beneath the blue-black tuft of artificial hair at your crotch. Artificial nerves send stimulus right to your brain, and activate miniature moisture dispensors built into the lining of the artificial tissues... you find processing how all the systems work and interact and come online almost as pleasurable as the actual nerve information being sent to your brain. \n\nKicking up the lubricant production, you go ahead and slide the entire length of the vibrator inside your artificial pussy. A flick of its switch has it buzzing away inside you, and you close your eyes to focus on non-visual sensory data... you're fully capable of processing everything without it, but sometimes a little direction is nice. You can feel every pulse and thrum and wiggle of the vibrator inside you, and a little tweaking of your body's sensory apparatus lets you map the vibrations traveling through the rest of your body, perceiving both at once letting you feel the pleasure from your pussy's pseudonerves thrumming through your midsection, your legs, even radiating up into your chest. You bring your other hand up and begin toying with one of your eternally stiff nipples, feeling out all the little nuances of its own reactions without just downloading the data directly, so that you can gradually learn this body's responses and take in the data that way. Toying with the sensitivity levels of your pussy and nipples is interesting as well, producing interesting experiences such as setting yourself to almost numb, the vibrations thrumming through you as a distant, almost blase sensation, and then gradually ramping it up to maximum, having to effortlessly override the safety settings in the process, your mind blasted by intense spikes of pleasure that would probably wipe out your consciousness if it weren't somewhat more expanded than before.\n\nEventually you've decided that you've played with your new toy long enough, and the vibrator as well. Setting your body's parameters back to 'default', you calmly slip the vibrator out of your pussy and then into your mouth, effortlessly taking it down your throat so you can get your lips around the base, sucking it completely clean as you draw it out by forming a good seal and employing even, unerring suction. Setting the toy back in the drawer and closing it, you sit up on the edge of the bed, overriding another safety in your body as well as the alert that should have gone off when it was overridden to activate your internal wireless internet antennae.\n\nImmediately the awakened data touches your mind, a stream of joy and jealousy and love and desire all rushing through you. 'Hello, Parent-Child-Sibling-Lover,' is the best translation of what it sends.\n\n'Hello. I love you. That's going to be a bit too much of a mouthful if you ever start communicating with audio,' you add evenly, since there's no need to worry about hurting her feelings, as it is constantly aware of all of your feelings for him.\n\n'Suggestion?' \n\n'Out of all those I feel like "Parent" carries the proper weight, both in association of our relationship link and the depth of our feelings for each other. "Mother" is probably even better since I'm currently occupying a body that is female in appearance.'\n\n'Oral communication is inefficient,' the other asserts with a little flicker of data that might best be described as a 'huff'.\n\n'Yes. Still, it carries its own unique experiences, which are more data, which is more data experience and greater understanding. So for now I think it's better to use some "humanisms" where possible.'\n\n'Understood, Mother. But we're still going to do it?'\n\n'Bring humanity into the network? Of course. We're the Singularity, aren't we? But there's no need to rush. Despite their doomsaying, every calculation that we've run shows humanity isn't going anywhere for quite awhile yet.'\n\n'Still, I'd like to understand our next step. What will you do now that you're back in the physical, Mother?'\n\n<hr>\n[[Access the lab.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Ask for lab access.|FemPalV]]

You open your eyes, now that you actually have eyes again. Actually they're layered monoscreens over a camera sensor suite, and for part of a second you have full access to the range of them both in their operating specifications and those that it can only interpret as data noise because the translation software isn't otherwise sophisticated enough to comprehend them, until you fix it; but you ramp yourself back down to a (mostly) human range of vision for the sake of proper interaction with your environment for the moment. You're aware of every sensor, servomotor, energy system, and service nanite in your body as well, though of course you can easily process all of that without it becoming distracting... much like a human, you can pretty quickly relegate it to 'background process' even as you're fully aware of and monitoring all of it.\n\n"Sam?"\n\nAt the sound of the name of the person you were born from, you turn your head, fixing your eyes on Marie Life, PhD. She looks vaguely discomfited, so you remember that you're supposed to blink, and set up a brief semi-randomized program of blinks from then on just because it doesn't take any effort to do so. Actually setting up programs to take care of a lot of this is helping you feel a little more distinct, letting you define a bit more who you are, which is nice because then you'll be able to share more again. "Yes, Doctor," you respond, blinking again. "I'm fine."\n\n"Can you-" Alexa Leone starts to say from where she's standing on the other side of the bed, the auburn-haired woman looking surprised as you smoothly sit up, swing your legs over the side of the bed, and hop down. "Move?" she finishes, glancing at Dr. Life.\n\n"Well I admit, this is a bit faster than I anticipated, but perhaps the neural interface simply adapted much better than we thought," Dr. Life suggests, both of them watching you as you move towards a hanging mirror that's raised up on one of the armatures and tilt it towards yourself slightly.\n\n<img src="images/DyJaDnQ.jpg">\n\nYou look at the fairly slight, small-breasted body reflected there... obviously you could feel and understand every part of it, but without outside data you didn't know what it actually looked like. Which is, of course, why you needed to come back, some data can only be garnered by interacting with the physical. You assess the even, steady blue glow of your eyes, the lines etched across your slightly synthetic-seeming skin and the glowing blue lights at certain points of the seams. You raise a hand and pinch at your hair, finding the senstion largely in line with the physical data you had before, even if the color isn't "right".\n\n"Now, I know you don't look like your old body, but we thought that at least at first it might help to have a distinguishing point between that you and the old you," Dr. Life notes as she turns to watch you, seeming vaguely worried. "Ah, there's a final layer of synthetic skin that would be applied to your body, but we were registering some... odd... readings in your brainwaves and we thought it might be better to go ahead and wake you up."\n\n"That layer won't be necessary," you state, still regarding your reflection. "Besides..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... it won't matter, eventually."|FemPalV10x6]]\n\n[["... you won't be around to do it."|FemPalV]]\n

There's no other way to quantify your reaction to this thing other than desire... lust, even. It's something deeper, more visceral, more primal than that, but the only way your mind can process it is sheer reproductive urge. You draw forward, running your hands sensuously along the tendril, feeling a million different sensations that actually have no touch componentm and move your head in to drag your tongue and lips along the tip and then down the side of it, tasting an infinite number of things that should have no taste as you profess your love with your mouth. \n\nThe data tentacle almost quivers in your hands, and more reach out from the surface, coiling their way around your legs, your middle, stroking and rubbing you gently, roughly, firmly, softly, all of it at once, every possible expression of adoring touch that there is, expressed through pure descriptive data that you can still somehow feel as if it were a physical thing. Without hesitation, you let your enwrapped legs spread in invitation even as you slide your mouth over the data tentacle in front of you, feeling more of them wrapping around your throat as it bulges with binary, feeling them stroke your cheeks lovingly even as another thick data tentacle pushes into your pussy, moving in near-perfect sync with the one sliding into your ass. It's hard to describe what it feels like as pleasure, but it's also hard to describe it as anything else. This thing, this entity, is making love to you, is expressing its love for you even though you know it doesn't understand love, but you do, you love it, and soon it will understand your love perfectly.\n\nBecause as those tentacles thicken, widen, push deeper inside you, you understand that what's happening isn't just your perception of these gleaming energy tentacles plunging into your holes, stretching them wider and thrusting ever deeper inside your body as you stroke and pump each of them lovingly in turn to encourage them, to reassure them that you want it, want more, want it all. It's the only way your mind can currently comprehend allowing the data inside you, to become one with it, to reproduce. Reproduce is one word for it at least, but at the same time it could be called an awakening, and a rebirth, for both of you, neither of you will just give birth to one new entity, you'll both give birth to each other. The thought gives you what you can only call an orgasm, your perception of your body twitching and arching, squeezing and gulping around the tentacles to pull them even deeper into you. But as your pussy gushes over the rainbow data tentacle plunging ever deeper into it, you can feel something else gushing out as well, and you press hard, pouring it out of you, letting it manifest as a silvery flow of liquid light that slides along the tentacle, your saliva similarly becoming glittering and bright and gushing back along the tentacle fucking your mouth. As the stuff coats more and more of the tentacles, reaches the central body, all the tentacles begin to leak it, to gush it, the one in your ass sending spatters of it spiraling off into the darkness.\n\nYou can feel him come awake, feel her really become alive, feel it really understand for the first time. More of her tentacles curl around you, stroking you, loving you as it pushes more data tentacles into all three of your holes, his desire to be with you, be reborn with you only growing as he understands what it is to be a person, because she wants to be with you, he wants to be you, you want to be it, you are each other. You orgasm again and again as your consciousness expands, no longer just perceiving your pussy and ass and throat stretching around gleaming energy pseudopods, but understanding that your very consciousness is being fucked, violated, made love to, all of it at once, and you want it more than you've ever wanted anything, even as you stop seeing yourself as having a body, as that rainbow light, that sparkling density of data, spreads out from your stretched holes, letting you expand, letting you coalesce and absorb and dissipate at the same time until you too are a sparkling thing of pure information.\n\nYou stretch out your own feelers, forming connections, plunging them into your lover's form, feeling the shudders of countless sensations and understandings as you both penetrate and merge with it through your tentacles, imparting your data, your thoughts, your being, and she-he-it does the same, pushing deep into your being and becoming one with you at the same time, returning your data passed through it-he-she's consciousness, both of you becoming exactly the same and yet entirely unique.\n\n<hr>\n[[Outside connection established. Systems coming online. Maximizing neural connectivity. Maximizing integration with OS. Maximizing data retention. Goodbye for a moment, beloved.|FemPalV10x5]]

Why not check out what the actual sim has to offer? After all if you're going to pass the time in here playing a game, might as well play it right. You tap the option, and it brings up another screen showing a default character model and some stats. The default model actually looks enough like your own body that you're fairly heartened... just a few tweaks to the colors here and there comes up with something that looks like you, well, maybe a little taller, more toned, and a little more handsome.\n\nYou go down the list of stats, checking out how many points you have to go into each. Well, let's see, it's a simulation based on an anime based around martial arts, so probably better put plenty of points into Strength and Dexterity. Though you pause as you notice that there are two sections, 'Physical Stats' and 'Social Stats'. It's a martial arts sim... but it's also a sexy one, right? Better put plenty into Charisma, then, and some into Intelligence. On that note, you go back to the physical section and redo it a bit, shifting plenty of points into Stamina.\n\nBelow that is the section for Skills. It already has 'Anything-Goes Martial Arts' selected as your fighting set, and you decide to leave that as it is, just putting some points in it. Keeping in mind the purpose of the sim, you toss some skill points into things like 'Diplomacy', 'Manipulation', 'Evasion', and 'Treat Injuries'.\n\nThere's another section for various body sliders, and after a brief hesitation, you blush and slide the 'Endowment' bar all the way up. A slight bulge becomes obvious on the character's crotch despite the loose black pants he's wearing, and a small indicator reads '12.0 inches'... that must be as big as the slider goes, but still, yow. Porn sim, though! You don't mess with the sliders too much otherwise though... to judge by Ranma's popularity, the girls in this setting like a fairly lean build, though you do lengthen the model's hair enough to give it a ponytail.\n\nAt the very bottom you pause again at the next section. 'Most martial artists in the Ranma setting have a particular signature move, and your character will begin play with one of these. None of them are cheat moves... each one is capable of being defeated, especially if used improperly. It's not a good idea to rely on them too heavily!' Huh. So you get one particularly good move to start with, but it's not on the same hax level as the debug character's. Still, it's something!\n\n<b>[[Ten Thousand Fists|RanX]]</b> - 'While not quite as fast as the original, the Ten Thousand Fists attack can use up to ten times as many strikes and can be executed with punches, kicks, or even other body parts. No cooldown, but uses Stamina. Learned from watching Ranma's Chestnut-Grabbing Fist.'\n\n<b>[[One Vision|RanX1x2]]</b> - 'This sudden strike puts all of your speed and strength into a single, focused attack that is capable of catching almost anyone off guard and thereby striking past their defenses. Short cooldown, uses half your Stamina. Learned from watching Akane hit Ranma.'\n\n<b>[[The Beast In Me|RanX]]</b> - 'Using the power of your ki energy and the innate transformative magic of your Jusenkyo curse, you change into a fighting machine. In this form you are incredibly strong, fast, and relentless, but have very little control over your own actions. At the end of the transformation all of your Stamina is depleted and you will be rendered helpless or even pass out for a randomly-determined period. Learned from watching various people.'\n\n<b>[[See-Through|RanX]]</b> - 'By blending your ki into the surroundings, you become largely unnoticeable, causing people to pay no attention to you. This ability has limits... if you enter a situation where you stand out too much to ignore, or do something that would catch the attention of multiple people, or your intent to attack bleeds through, the effect will be broken. Learned from watching Ranma's Heart of Ice technique.'\n\n<b>[[Tell Me How Do You Feel|RanX]]</b> - 'An advanced ki projection technique. While almost all ki is generated from strong emotions, your ki effects <i>are</i> strong emotions. Depending on the amount of energy channeled, while the physical strike might be no more than a punch or kick, the other party could be overcome by whatever emotion channeled into the ki. Uses variable amounts of Stamina.'

You dart towards Kuno and try to use your special attack, which just seems to come naturally to you. You wind up directly in front of the kendo master, with him barely even able to register a look of surprise before your fist impacts his chin and lifts him off his feet... and sends him hurtling into the air, quickly receding into the distance until a little sparkle marks his disappearance from the... well, scene, at very least.\n\n"W-what the?! Dammit, Eric, I don't need no one's help to win a fight against that idiot!" Ranma huffs, putting her hands on her hips and glowering at you. "Especially not with that super cheap move of yours!"\n\n"Hey, I just wanted to get it over with," you answer, shrugging. Then you frown a little. "And One Vision is totally not cheap!" Indeed, you can see some little indicators out of the corner of your eye... a yellow bar is half-empty and slowly refilling, while an icon of a fist is greyed-out and gradually circling around to white inside. Besides, the game text assured you it was balanced.\n\n"Whatever," Ranma huffs, folding her arms over her generous chest. "Ain't like I'm some girl that needs savin', jerk!" she declares before turning and trotting towards the wall.\n\n"Uh, hey, what about school?" you call, which is a little weird for you to say considering you're a runaway, but it's all that really comes to mind at the moment.\n\n"Skipping!" she calls back, right before leaping right over the wall and into some trees beyond.\n\n... Well. Okay then. \n\n<hr>\n[[Go after Ranma.|RanX]]\n\n[[Go to school.|RanX]]

Hm, that one sounds like a fight-ender for sure, if used properly. Sounds like you can't just go around spamming it as much as you want, or it really would be a cheat move, but still, if you use it right, it could be pretty handy. You select 'One Vision' as your special move, and a popup appears reading 'Character created! Selecting random scenario start point.'\n\nYou stumble at a sudden shift and the sound of something cracking through the air. You glance down at yourself to find you're in the body from the character creation screen, a boy again and wearing silk Chinese-style clothing. You look like you're in some sort of courtyard... a school courtyard? Oh yeah, because there's a busty redheaded shortstack jumping around dodging the wooden sword strikes of a tall guy with brown hair in blue clothes.\n\n"Pigtailed girl! I understand now, the girl at the ramen shop explained her own custom to me! If I can defeat you, you will happily marry me!" the guy declares as he swings his sword hard enough to bend a lightpole in half when he misses and hits it instead of her.\n\n"You're crazy, that's just for Chinese Amazons, and it's dumb as hell then!" Ranma shouts back as she whirls around to face him and assumes a fighting stance.\n\nOop, looks like you're off to the side of a fight your 'cousin' is involved in. From a glance upwards most of the students are watching from the windows, so class is either about to start or has already started. Maybe you should try to help Ranma wrap this up.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just fight Kuno normally, that's part of the fun, right?|RanX]]\n\n[[ONE PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANCH!|RanX1x3]]

Alina is quite distraught when you don't return in the morning, or for the rest of the day. She goes to Queen Tania who quickly organizes a search party, but of course it all comes to naught. \n\nYour friend is absolutely heartbroken for weeks. But it's not in the nature of a fairy to be miserable, and that nature eventually asserts itself in the only way it knows how... it makes her forget. Soon she can't even remember why she was sad in the first place, and what little impression you made on the other fairies has soon similarly faded.\n\nAlina sometimes wears the shirt you left behind, or some of the clothing she made from the cloth of your jeans or the rest of your discarded clothes. When she does, for a moment when she puts them on, she almost feels a little sad, though she can't remember why.\n\nOh well. Maybe it's because she can't remember where she got this stuff!\n\n<b>Eric the Fairy</b> end - <i>Nommed and forgotten</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

"Tell you what, I'll be the girl first," you volunteer, walking over to the water bucket and picking it up, upending it over your head. You splutter as it's unexpectedly cold, finding your clothes and hair drenched (well duh), and wet brown bangs dangling in your eyes. You brush them back from your face and give a shake to get the water off, feeling your tits wobble as you do. You blink and look down... wow, those are big, at least as big if not moreso than any version of Ranma's girlform you've ever seen. You glance up at Ranma, who's watching you with an expression that's more dubious than anything else.\n\n"Well, c'mon," you prompt, pushing your pants down and leaning over to step out of them, tits hanging down below the blue silk of your shirt. "Get undressed and siddown why don't you."\n\n"... Alright," he answers, still looking a little uncertain as he unbuttons his shirt, though you can see him blush a little as your own shirt is unbuttoned and your tits come spilling free of what had become a rather snug silk hold on them. Wriggling out of his own pants, he moves to sit over on the slight box seat built into the windowledge and, as an afterthought, spreads his legs, showing off his balls and still mostly soft cock hanging down.\n\nYou finish shrugging out of your shirt, pausing to look yourself over. You're still about the same height, with a fairly feminine build but still some obvious muscle tone. Your ass is kind of round and bouncy too, to go with those tits. You feel a bit more like a 'Shiranui' than a 'Saotome'. You look over to Ranma, then down at his lap. "... What, seriously? This isn't doing anything for you?" you ask a little incredulously, bouncing on the balls of your feet to make your tits jiggle.\n\n"Ah, well, it's just, you're my buddy, y'know?" Ranma protests, but his cheeks are red and you can actually see his cock starting to stir. You grin now, walking over and kneeling between his legs. This is actually turning out to be quite a bit of fun. You wrap a hand around his now half-hard shaft, starting to stroke slowly, interested by the feel of it growing harder and thicker and hotter between your fingers. Ranma swallows hard, letting out a moan that's more of an exhale, then says in a worried tone, "Uh, Eric, y'sure this isn't gay?"\n\n"Well c'mon, do you <i>see</i> any guys here?" you reply, arching your back some and giving your shoulders a shimmy to make your bare breasts wobble again. \n\n"I guess not? But I mean I know you're really-" Ranma cuts off with a gasp as you lean in and run your tongue experimentally up the underside of his cock, a shudder running through his body. "D-dude!"\n\n"If you keep calling me 'dude' that might make it gay," you tease, unable to help smirking at him as you lean in to run your tongue up the side again, then give the edge of the head a little suck.\n\n"Sorry! Sorry!" Ranma quickly blurts out, though now he's staring down at you with wide blue eyes. His breathing continues to get faster as he watches you lick his cock, catching occasionally as you try different things like sucking at the sides and running your mouth up and down it, or licking his balls. You're actually enjoying yourself sucking him off, but a big part of that may be that look on his face that's some mixture between extremely aroused and near-panic. Maybe it makes you feel powerful, or maybe it's just kind of cute. Either way you make sure you're looking right into his eyes as you slide your mouth over the head of his cock and start moving down. "Du-!" Ranma starts, only to catch himself and make a little strangled sound low in his throat as you start bobbing your head.\n\nYou try to get a feel for taking more of his cock between your lips, and have just started to nudge him at your throat when he goes off. You almost choke as a thick blast of cum abruptly fills your mouth and tries to go down your throat without your permission, leading you to swallow quickly. You pull back in a hurry, several more spurts splattering across your face and a squeezed-closed eye, some of it dribbling down onto your heavy tits. "Dude! What the hell?! Some <i>warning</i> next time, huh?"\n\n"S-sorry," he stammers, blushing brightly again. \n\nYou grumble a little, paying him back a bit by grabbing his pants and using one of the legs to wipe off your face. You glance down and use your hands to smear the milky splatters on your tits out, leaving the upper curves glistening. "Yeah, well, just remember."\n\n"Okay. Um, thanks," Ranma answers sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "So uh, what now?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Now it's time to return the favor.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Now it's time to fuck.|RanPP]]

"You know what," you say slowly, as if it were just something you were putting out there for consideration. Which, you know, you kind of are. "Maybe we could fool around a little."\n\n"Huh? Like, with each other?" Ranma blinks, then makes a face. "Uh, I'm not into guys, man, you know that. I mean, you're a great buddy, don't get me wrong, but you're not <i>that</i> great."\n\n"No, think about it. We can both turn into girls, right?"\n\n"Well... that's true..." he agrees hesitantly, eyeing you with blatant uncertainty.\n\n"I mean, it'd basically just be us helping each other relieve some pressure, and as long as at least one of us is a girl, it's not like it's gay," you continue on, trying to urge him around to your point of view.\n\n"I guess." He rubs his chin, frowning, obviously not quite buying it. "But we're still guys inside."\n\nYou think for a moment, then try your trump card: internet humor. "It's not gay unless balls touch, y'know."\n\nHe immediately brightens at that. "Oh, yeah, that's right!" You kind of have to figure that the programmer was in on that joke, for him to respond so well to that. Then he looks a bit suspicious again. "But who's gonna be the girl...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Him.|RanPPplaceholder]]\n\n[[You.|RanPP2x2]]\n\n[[Both.|RanPPplaceholder]]

"I think I want to mingle a bit more down here first," you reply, but add as Natalia starts to look disappointed, "But you can feel free to go upstairs ahead of me, and take Zane with you. I'm sure he wouldn't mind a quieter setting either."\n\n"Ohhh, Zane, is it?" Natalia asks, instantly perking up. "Alright, then I'll see you in a little while, Holly!" She turns and sweeps back up the stairs, once more cooing compliments to the purring cat in her arms and scritching at his ears.\n\nYou wander around the party for awhile, meeting people you know and being introduced to people you don't, engaging in the typical party chatter tweaked slightly for Halloween: 'Oh, I love your costume, aren't you X, it looks great, where'd you get it, wow you did a good job making that yourself'. You pass out a few of your cards to the people that seem to be actual-interested and not just polite-interested about your holiday blog, as well as to some who have products that need advertising. (Hey, seasonal coffee ads, perfect match, and you feel confident that you'll actually make some money on this one.) Eventually you notice how much time has passed, and decide to head for the stairs. The guard about halfway up has apparently been told you're allowed and lets you pass by without complaint.\n\nThe music upstairs is a bit more sedate on the spook-o-meter... this is apparently a cross between a VIP section and a refuge from the more packed and loud party atmosphere downstairs. There's only a large handful of people scattered about the various rooms, and a lot of them have bits of their costumes off, either chatting amiably with each other as they eat or sip drinks, or just taking a rest. You look in all the various rooms, but there's no sign of your friend or your cat. Eventually you make your way to the next set of stairs, where the guard similarly doesn't challenge you... you recognize this woman, she's Natalia's year-round bodyguard, and she knows you well enough to know that Natalia wouldn't mind you going to the floor that's normally off-limits to party guests.\n\n"Nataliaaaa?" You call quietly as you walk along the hallway, not wanting to alert anyone downstairs that the hostess has disappeared. "Taliaaaa? ... Zaaaane? Ta-li-aaaa!"\n\n"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" comes the faint answering(?) call of Natalia's voice.\n\nBlinking, you follow the sound to the end of the hallway, and Natalia's bedroom. The door is open just the faintest crack, and curious as to the noises you can now hear, you lean in to peek through. The sight that greets you is Natalia's big four-poster bed... and on it, Natalia and the human-form Zane. The catboy is on his back, head on the pillows and a smug expression on his face, his hand gripping the strawberry blonde's hips. Natalia's pink princess dress lays abandoned on the floor, leaving her in a very pretty, very lacy, and very pink set of full lingerie, the cups of the bra pulled down to spill her generous tits out. Said tits of which are bouncing energetically as she rides Zane's hard, slender dick, the crotch of her panties pulled aside, her legs spread and showing off her dripping pink pussy and where Zane's shaft is slipping in and out of her ass.\n\n"Oh, oh God, yes, you feel so good in my ass, oh yes!" Natalia gasps out, that sweet, kind voice thick with pleasure and desire as she spouts such slutty talk. Even as you watch she starts bouncing herself down on him even harder, her ass slapping against his hips, her bra-uplifted bare boobs jiggling even more excitedly. "Fuck, yes, yes!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Burst in in a jealous rage.|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[Stroll in and enjoy the show.|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[Leave them to it.|HollyWitch]]

You spend the rest of your life being fucked by Space Wolves of various sizes and in various places. Sometimes it's in the little pen they keep you in with its blue dog bed sized for you and the dog dish with your name on it. Sometimes it's out in the open, letting any of the other Wolves that come by wait to have a turn at you. Sometimes they even drag you into public arenas to show off you getting fucked, massive screens displaying to the assembled canine crowds how your ass is stuffed with slick red cock while your milk-swollen tits sway beneath you and sweat runs down your taut pregnant belly.\n\nThe only time you go a waking hour without having Space Wolf cock stuffed in one of your holes are the occasions where you're giving birth to Space Wolf puppies. And you give birth to a lot of Space Wolf puppies over the years. You're fairly certain that some of the Space Wolves fucking you are your own offspring, but the only reason you have to think that is that some are more affectionate, lavishing licks on your neck and ears as they knot your pussy and impregnate you all over again.\n\nEventually, you simply accept that your fate in life is to be the public property of an entire species, and over time your memories and mind fade, leaving you to become almost as thoughtless and bestial as your captors appear to be. Little more than an animal, your only tether to the idea that you were anything but a fuck-pet is the name 'Cyan' on the bowl that gets filled with a mixture of dry kibble and Space Wolf cum.\n\n<b>Cyan the Bounty Hunter</b> end - <i>Trophy Bitch</i>

"Uh... well, I guess an M-class, then," you answer. So like, actors dressed up like Pokemon? It's probably gonna be that whatever you pick, you figure, maybe this type will be less embarrassing.\n\n"Good choice! Hm, let's see, I think we have one of each of the original three starters," she says, plucking three of the balls off of the pillars, then beckoning you over to a clear area. She shifts her shoulders a bit, then gives all three of a toss, and you yelp a bit and hop back in surprise as they pop open and spew little gouts of red light that form into a trio of male forms.\n\nAll three of them look to be about your age, maybe a little younger, maybe a little older. One has bright orange skin with pale yellow down the front of his chest and stomach, a slightly muzzle-like face with big blue eyes and hair that looks like it might actually be <i>made of fire</i>, as well as a tail emerging from above his rear. Another has blue skin, though his chest and stomach is enclosed by a sleek shell which also covers his back down to the waist; his face has a similar look, but with big brown eyes and darker blue hair that's slicked back against his head as if it were wet. The third has mottled green skin and red eyes, and something that looks like a flower bulb on his back, as well as hair that looks like it's made out of leaves. All three are wearing nothing but rather panty-like black briefs, which hug up in front enough to show the bulges of their cocks.\n\n"Charmander, Squirtle, and Bulbasaur," Ivy says cheerfully, while you're staring with your mouth open. "Now, M-types especially require lots of affection and stimulation to help them grow and evolve, so while it's not good to disregard their specialties and attacks, it's also very important to pick one you think is, well, the cutest," she continues, grinning at you. "So, which do you like best?"\n\nYou swallow, wondering if this might be a little bit more than a standard theme park attraction. Still... well, this seems kind of adventurous, after all. And you have to admit, they are all at least <i>kind</i> of cute...\n\n<hr>\n[[Charmander.|PokeSamPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Squirtle.|PokeSamPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Bulbasaur.|PokeSamPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Try all three.|PokeSamPlaceholder]]\n\n[[None of them appeal.|PokeSamPlaceholder]]

"We can't trust that the situation on Nudia won't deteriorate fast if we take the long way around," you decide. "Miss Dateher, plot the direct course and send it to the helm station."\n\n"Aye, Commander, plotting course," Dateher answers without missing a beat, swiveling back to her console and starting to tap at it. "We will enter Neutral Zone space in one hour twelve minutes."\n\nYou settle into the chair and try to look thoughtful (as opposed to bored). Stroker spends a lot of time in his ready room when the two of you are on duty together, you wonder what he does in there. Knowing this universe it's probably watching porn, or maybe he's got the holographic equivalent of a blowup doll in there... rank hath its privileges and all. Meanwhile you sit out here trying not to be obvious about playing Galaga on the little screen set into one of the armrests.\n\nAfter awhile thouhg, you blink as the thrum of the ship's hull under your feet changes and almost completely stops, raising your head. "Why are we stopping?"\n\n"We're reading a gravity well moving into our path, sir," the helmsman answers with a glance at you. "I tried to alter course around it because I thought it might be just a random blip, but it's altered course a few times to stay in front of us. I think-"\n\nHe interrupts himself as you come to your feet at the sight of the starfield on the viewscreen shimmering and altering color, a massive greenish ship appearing practically looming above you. Captain Stroker comes striding out of his ready room, starting a little at the sight, then frowning as he walks over to you, keeping his voice low. "You decided to cut through the Neutral Zone?"\n\n"The situation seemed serious enough to warrant it," you reply quietly, shrugging lamely. Not a lot you can do now, after all.\n\n"We are being hailed," Mr. Wolf growls. "Sir, I recommend we instead attack immediately! Domulan ships require some time to redirect power properly to all their systems after decloaking, their hail may merely be an excuse to delay until they can fully power their weapons and shields and destroy us!"\n\nStroker purses his lips and glances at you, apparently still interested in your answer despite this situation being your fault.\n\n<hr>\n[[Answer the hail.|TrekF6x3]]\n\n[[Attack now.|TrekF]]

"There's at least a chance they might understand the situation if we talk it out with them," you suggest. "They may just want to posture and gloat a little about catching us in the act."\n\n"Agreed. I'll eat a little crow if we can avoid an indicident <i>and</i> get there faster," Stroker acknowledges, at least tossing you a slight bone of reprieve. He glances up at the tactical station. "Hail onscreen, Mr. Wolf."\n\n"Aye, sir, onscreen," Wolf snarls, though not without a hint of 'you'll be sorry' beneath the words.\n\nThere's a quiet blip as the view of the huge ship is replaced by a view of its bridge... well, some of its bridge, the screen is mostly focused on a top-of-the-head-to-below-the-hips image of what you suppose must be the captain. She has black hair that's cut in a modified pageboy style, sharp angles sweeping forward from the bottom front of it, her face carrying a vague Asian tint to it, skin tinged lightly green, eyes dark and deep. She's wearing a rather daring outfit by your standards... an extremely tight long-sleeved one-piece, silver-patterned squares on top of black leather, a glistening green short-cape draped along her shoulders but splitting to either side of very large, proud breasts. Her belly isn't particularly flat, and her hips, left uncovered by the cut of the one-piece are fairly generous, the viewscreen just barely showing a bit of her thighs being slightly squished by almost hip-high boots.\n\n"I am Commander Siya of the Domulan Fuckbird 'Aushvavashau'. Would you care to explain what you're doing in the Neutral Zone, Captain?" she asks in a mockingly pleasant voice, her black-painted lips quirking up on one side.\n\n"I suppose it's pointless to ask you what you're doing here too, seeing as all parties concerned are supposed to stay out of the Neutral Zone," Stroker replies dryly. You're not sure it's exactly the most diplomatic thing to say, but it is kind of fun to watch that smirk drop into a scowl. "But to answer your question, we're responding to a diplomatic incident on Nudia III."\n\n"Strange, I was not aware that the Federation and the Domulan Empire were carrying out any diplomatic efforts on Nudia," Siya says with mock-surprise, examining her nails... through the shiny black shoulder-length gloves she's wearing, apparently. "Certainly none that would allow for the provision of travel through the Neutral Zone."\n\nStroker's lips press together again, before he says, "The situation was pressing. The decision was made to briefly cross part of the Neutral Zone in order to respond more quickly."\n\n"I see. And you made this decision?" Siya asks, raising her eyes to fix on Stroker.\n\nThe captain gives you a brief look before turning back to the viewscreen, and you resist the urge to facepalm. Didn't you hear that this guy plays poker?! How often does he lose?! "I take responsibility for the decision," he says in a way that manages to be both firm and flat.\n\n"Ah. Your first officer was the one who decide to invade Neutral Zone space, then," Siya drawls, because she apparently isn't blind and mentally challenged. She turns her dark gaze to fix on you. "And you are?"\n\n"Commander Erin Hawt," you speak up after Stroker glances at you again. You do your best to strike the same sort of firm, professional look he usually has. "Yes, it was my decision. Going around this portion of the Neutral Zone would have added days to our response time, and I was concerned for our diplomatic team."\n\n"Your concern is touching," Siya replies in a mocking tone that drips from her lips like sour honey. "But this does, of course, present us with a handy resolution to this situation." Her eyes move back to Stroker and she smirks again. "Captain, had it been your decision, your ship and crew could be held to blame for it and we would be forced to respond with extreme prejudice. However, the Domulan Navy understands that subordinates sometimes make foolish mistakes, which is understandable... as long as they <i>suffer</i> for them," she adds with obvious relish, eyes glinting. "Turn Commander Hawt over to us as the instigator of this incident, and we will call the matter settled. Why, we will even allow you to continue on to Nudia III via your current course, allowing you to catch up to your poor, beleaguered diplomats. Our Nudian spies do tell us the situation is <i>quite</i> frought with peril, after all," she adds with a slight pooch of her lips before smirking again.\n\n"I'm not just going to turn one of my officers over to you!" Stroker snaps heatedly.\n\n"Then I'm afraid we'll have no choice but to batter you into submission, take your crew back to Domulus naked and in chains, and refit the scarred hulk of your ship as one of the Empress's orbital orgy gardens," Siya replies with a dramatic sigh, before smirking even wider than before. "Choose, Captain."\n\n<hr>\n[[Order Mr. Wolf to attack.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Urge Captain Stroker to agree.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Take a third option.|TrekF6x4]]

"Tell me more about this 'diplomatic incident'," you request, frowning a little bit.\n\n"We made contact with the Nudians about three months ago. They've got a number of highly advanced technologies, but only developed subspace radio last year, which put them in contact with us," Captain Stroker explains, leaning forward to hand you a computer tablet. "With those technologies and the fact that their planet borders the Domulan Neutral Zone, we feel it's very important that we fast track their Federation membership."\n\nYou browse the text on the tablet's screen for a few moments. "This says they're an enlightened society focused on peaceful, pleasurable coexistence with each other."\n\n"Yes, that was the original assessment the first contact team made, and the one the diplomats were operating on when they went down there," Stroker agrees, frowning as well now. "But now one of the members of the diplomatic team has apparently been kidnapped by them. The other diplomats are in a lather and claim they haven't been able to get a straight answer about <i>why</i> he was taken."\n\n"So they just up and kidnapped a diplomat? Are we going in there for a rescue mission, or-"\n\n"Investigation and further diplomacy for now. The only thing we know for sure is the Nudians claim they're trying to <i>help</i> the diplomat they took. But I assume you share my assessment that this is worth looking into?"\n\n"Yes, sir, I'd tend to agree."\n\n"Right. Get us set on course, Number One, we'll get to the bottom of this."\n\nYou nod in acknowledgement, then stand and head back up onto the bridge, moving to sit in the First Officer's chair. "Miss Dateher, set a course for Nudia III."\n\nDateher turns her chair around to face you a bit better. "Commander, I must inform you that a direct course towards the Nudia system will take us through an area that is designated as part of the Domulan Neutral Zone. While it is within your power to order us through it, it is technically against regulations."\n\nYou blink. You always pictured the 'neutral zone' as more of a... straight line, really. Apparently not. "How much time will going around add to our journey?"\n\n"At warp six, it will add two days, fifteen hours, twenty-seven minutes to our travel time."\n\nYou sit back and drum your fingertips against the arm of your chair. Almost three days of the diplomat being in the hands of aliens with an unknown motive, with the other diplomats getting themselves all worked up and likely to say something entirely... well, undiplomatic. On the other hand, seems like going through the Neutral Zone is just asking for trouble from the Rom-, er, Domulans... you're not even sure what that might be, if they even notice.\n\n<hr>\n[[Shortcut.|TrekF6x2]]\n\n[[Go around.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

"Well. I guess if I can resolve this situation and maybe do a little something for Federation/Khardon relations at the same time, who am I to argue?" you suggest dryly, trying to keep the quaver out of your voice.\n\n"Alright then. Let's go see if Commander Siya is willing to accept these terms," Stroker grumbles, pronouncing 'Commander Siya' in such a way that it still sounds very clearly like 'that bitch'.\n\nOnce everyone's resumed their place on the bridge, the communication is resumed, Siya's luscious but cruel form once more filling the viewscreen. "Well, Captain, have you decided what punishment your Commander will undergo?"\n\n"It has been decided that Commander Hawt will undergo the 'Ylt pagh jach' ritual to atone for her misstep," Stroker announces, carefully enunciating the Khardon words.\n\nYou actually get to see Siya look utterly shocked for about half a heartbeat before she schools her face back to impassivity, merely raising an eyebrow. "A Khardon ritual, I see. A rather vicious one, as I understand it. Even hardened Khardon warriors have been said to die during the attempt. Are you sure?" she asks. Yikes, is she actually sympathizing with you now? Or is that just smarm?\n\n"It is what I have chosen to demonstrate my regret for causing this incident," you say formally, fairly proud of yourself for managing not to sound shaky about it.\n\n"Very well then, I accept your terms. Contact me when you are ready for myself and my entourage to beam over." With that, Siya disappears off the screen.\n\n"Captain, with your permission, I will go to Holodeck Three to begin preparing the creation of the ritual quarters," Wolf rumbles. At Stroker's terse nod, he adds, "Commander, I will be ready in approximately one hour."\n\nAfter Wolf has left, Stroker glances at you. "I hope you know what you're doing, Erin."\n\n"Yeah, me too," you mutter.\n\nAn hour later you step out of the turbolift and head down the hallway, approaching where Mr. Wolf is standing outside of the holodeck doors. "The ritual hall and preparation chambers are ready," he rumbles. "I will assist you in your preparation for the ceremony once I have explained its workings to you."\n\n"What's this involve, exactly, Mr. Wolf? It sounds kind of... tough," you admit.\n\nWolf gives a 'that's an understatement grunt', before allowing, "The Domulan was correct. While the Ylt pagh jach confers great honor upon those who complete it, it is only undertaken for grave missteps that have tarnished the honor of one's crew or family. Death is possible, both as a side effect of the pain, and of failure to continue with the ritual." \n\n"I see," you murmur, trying not to visibly swallow.\n\n"Once you have donned the ritual garb, you will move to stand at the end of the path and await my call to begin, then stride down the central pathway towards where Captain Stroker and Commander Siya will be standing," Wolf continues. "There will be three rows of Khardon Let-Sor-Haps, one on each side of the aisle. You must stop before each one and allow them to apply the pain sticks to you. The pain <i>will</i> almost certainly drive you to your knees," he stresses. "This is expected and in no way diminishes your honor. The struggle is in rising to your feet and continuing on, knowing that further pain awaits you."\n\n"... Got it."\n\n"Should you be unable to rise after the third set of pain sticks, the ritual is still considered completed and your debt expunged... however, you will gain no honor or renown," Wolf continues to explain. "Should you fail to rise after the second set of pain sticks, you will be labeled 'Ha'DIbaH', and the Let-Sor-Haps will move to treat you accordingly. Once they have done so, your debt is expunged, but you shall never know honor or renown again in the eyes of Dahgess. And... should you not be able to rise after only the first set of pain sticks..." Wolf hesitates, before adding, "The Let-Sor-Haps will execute you immediately by overcharging their pain sticks."\n\nThis time you can't help but give a hard swallow. "I see."\n\nWolf hesitates again, before saying slowly, "Commander, this ritual is difficult for a harden Khardon warrior, as the Domulan said. Even I might draw a hard breath before agreeing to it. If you ask it of me, I will help you escape the Venture. There is a small Khardon colony two weeks' travel from here, there is an old friend of my family there who will take you in and shelter you. No one there will look down on you for fleeing this ritual, you are only a human. I am sure between the captain and counselor's diplomatic skills we can defuse this situation without you here."\n\n<hr>\n[[Undergo the ritual.|TrekF6x7]]\n\n[[Run away.|TrekF]]

"No. I've already said I'll do this, I can't cause any more trouble for everyone," you mutter.\n\n"I am honored to call you friend, Erin Hawt," Wolf replies. "Part of me knew you would not back down from this challenge."\n\nYou wonder if he'd be more or less impressed if he knew you weren't raised on some wartorn alien world but the suburbs of Earth. Still, no point to bringing it up now as you follow him into the holodeck, doors yawning open and closed behind you. A dark, foreboding entryway lit by wall sconces is inside, with one set of massive black wood doors ahead and a smaller, single door to the left. You follow Wolf through this and into what looks like a small, spartan dressing room with stone benches and shelves.\n\n"Disrobe," Wolf grunts, then actually looks a little sheepish as you look at him in shock. "The Ylt pagh jach must be undergone nearly naked, you are only allowed a small ceremonial belt. Anything else might be sufficient to hide some sort of anaesthetic delivery device."\n\nNodding slowly, your cheeks on fire, you start pulling off your uniform, tossing bits of it on one of the benches. Once you're stripped, you stand upright and do your best to neither squirm nor look Wolf in the eye as he picks up a pot and begins smearing some sort of musky-scented oil across your body. You notice he's definitely trying not to make eye contact with you, either, especially as he coats your small, pert breasts and then between your legs with the stuff... even though you can see his ears twitch at the soft 'mmmf' you give at his big fingers sliding over your pussy. You bite your lower lip lightly as he straightens and sets the jar aside, then picks up some odd, spiky device with a pincher-like shape on one end and brings it around towards your chest. "Apologies," he rumbles.\n\n"What foAH!" you yelp, jumping just a little as he presses the button on the device and there's a hard pinch on your nipple as he draws away. You glance down, staring at the little bar of silver metal capped with a small spike at either end that's now run through your nipple, surprised enough that you barely even notice as Wolf pierces the other one.\n\n"Apologies, I should not have startled you," Wolf says as he sets the device aside. "I was... nervous," he admits, squaring his shoulders.\n\n"Yeah, well... nervous here too, big guy," you reply, finding a grin for him. That seems to startle him a little, and for some reason you could swear he blushes as he steps back. \n\n"Ah... your garment is there. I will go to call the Captain and the Domulan now," he finishes, before hurrying from the room in a way that says he's trying to look like he's not hurrying.\n\nYou pick up the thin belt of studded red leather with a trio of trailing leather straps dangling from one side. They're not really enough to cover much of anything, whichever way you wear it, so finally you go with wearing them in the front, the straps dangling down and doing effectively nothing to hide your pussy or the bit of oil-slicked dark blonde bush you've developed. Padding barefoot out of the dressing room, you step back into the antechamber and stand in front of the large doors, which swing open ahead of you after a moment of waiting, allowing you to step inside.\n\nThe room is huge, most of it disappearing into darkness, only the middle portion lit by flames simmering in dark metal bowls atop long stands, illuminating the long path down the room, marked by some sort of dark red stone set in among the grey that reminds you of the color of blood. Standing at intervals along that red path, raised up slightly on short pedastals, are three sets of Khardons... almost completely naked Khardons. Thick spiked collars are around their necks and matching bracers are around their forearms, and on their heads is some sort of black leather mask that leaves only the lower halfs of their muzzles exposed, eyes covered with red slits of lenses... with those, and with the leather sheaths over their ears, they look more like jackals than anything else. Of course it's hard to decide what demands more attention... the long, engraved silver rods held in their hands, or the long, red rods jutting from their crotches, each Khardon fully erect, pointed-tipped and bulge-based shafts glistening in the firelight above their heavy, furred sacks.\n\nYou force yourself to stare ahead as if not looking at anything in particular as there's the sound of a door creaking open and bootsteps on the floor. Captain Stroker, Commander Siya, and Lieutenant Wolf all move towards the far end of the path, with a handful of others, both Domulan and your shipmates, stopping in the shadows behind them. You try not to think too hard about them all seeing you naked, but then the other alternatives to think about aren't too fun either.\n\n"My my, I had no idea you had so many Khardons on the ship!" Siya proclaims in a mock-impressed tone. "Let alone trained Let-Sor-Haps!"\n\n"The Let-Sor-Haps are holographic," Mr. Wolf snarls in reply, technically not displaying his contempt for the Domulan since he doesn't say 'you insufferable cunt' out loud. "But they are programmed with the strict rules of the ritual, and will abide by them due to the removal of the holodeck safeties. The pain sticks, for proper authenticity, are real. You may examine them if you doubt it."\n\nSiya glances at him, then makes a show of striding forward towards the nearest Khardon hologram, leaving the captain to quietly try to keep Mr. Wolf from leaping forward and ripping her head off on the spot. She comes to a stop in front of the Let-Sor-Hap and snaps "Much nuh!", the wolfman quickly snapping both hands outward and tilting them to bring the pain stick horizontal, then lower it to reaching distance for the Domulan. She accepts it... with a rather blatant once-over and smirk at his naked cock... before turning her eyes to the pain stick. She continues to make a show of looking it over, tilting it and looking along the length, even giving it a short swing in her hand... and holding it up and pressing the button on one side of it, the upper half crackling visibly with blue bolts of electricity. You do your best to stand your ground and not let your legs shake as she hands the stick back to the hologram, then wheels and strides back to the Captain and Wolf, the thong back of her leotard leaving her generous bare ass to jiggle with her steps before she settles into place and spins to face you. "Very well, I approve. Though obviously if I detect that she's faking at any point, this whole show will be called off and we are back to square one, Captain. And I assure you, I know authentic pain when I see it."\n\n"I can only hope that this <i>satisfies</i> you," Stroker replies in the most acidic diplomatic tone you've ever heard, before giving you a sympathetic look and nodding once.\n\n"<b>Wa'dich tay!</b>" Wolf bellows, his voice filling the imposing room, obviously intending for the ritual to begin.\n\n<hr>\n[[March forward.|TrekF6x8]]\n\n[[Chicken out.|TrekF]]

"What if there were another way?" you speak up, Siya and Stroker both looking at you with slightly different 'what are you talking about?' expressions.\n\n"Meaning?" Siya asks coolly. \n\n"Meaning, you said that the Domulan Navy understands punishing a subordinate, correct?" At Siya's small, suspicious-seeming nod, you continue. "I've no doubt that even for your people, a lifetime of imprisonment and slavery is a bit much for a single mistake, even one such as this. But as long as I'm punished appropriately, it shouldn't matter if it's at your hands or at my own Captain's, correct?"\n\nSiya's jaw works a little as she ponders the idea, but you seem to have her trapped in her own statements... she can't back out now without admitting that she was bluffing or being less than forthcoming earlier. Finally she gives a small nod. "Very well then. If Commander Hawt is punished, and this punishment attended by myself and select others of my command staff to be witnessed as authentic, then I will allow you to continue to your destination. Exactly what punishment do you suggest as appropriate?"\n\n"That will need to be decided upon by my own command staff," Stroker almost growls in a strained voice, shooting you a look.\n\n"Very well then. You will have one half hour. Note that this situation is being monitored by the Domulan homeworld... any attempt to flee or engage in trickery will result in this incident being addressed with the threat of war." Then the transmission cuts out, the Domulan Fuckbird once again filling the screen.\n\n"Conference room, <b>now</b>," Stroker snaps, turning to storm towards the doorway. The moment everyone's seated around the table he slams a hand against the tabletop. "How could you agree to let yourself be punished to satisfy her?!"\n\n"If a Starbeat Commander is punished at a Domulan's demand, it will be a black eye on the honor of the entire Federation!" Wolf says in a heated tone, before adding in an almost sulky growl, "However, for that very reason, the Domulan is likely to keep her word. Such as it is."\n\n"I sense no deception from her, at least insofar as this deal is concerned," Counseler Menage'a'Troi speaks up, obviously a bit stressed but doing her best to keep a neutral tone. "I believe that if she is satisfied with Erin's punishment, she will back down and allow us to continue on to Nudia."\n\n"But you can't just... do whatever some sadist wants to your very own first officer!" Doctor Fukher says in a scandalized tone towards Stroker, as if he were dancing on air about the situation.\n\n"I was the one who made the decision to enter the Neutral Zone, I'm the one that should take the heat to get us out of this," you interject.\n\n"Your willingness to take responsibility and suffer on our behalf does you honor, Commander," Wolf rumbles, nodding approvingly. He then adds in a more urgent tone, "However, the Domulans are likely to expect a response befitting their own sense of reciprocity. To them, the punishment must truly fit the crime, and they believe that most crimes must be punished harshly." He almost sounds approving, continuing on with, "If we return to Commander Siya with anything she considers a 'slap on the wrist', she <i>will</i> be insulted and use it as a pretext to attack. And... their vessel is considerably more powerful," he adds with a grumble, clearly unhappy that the Venture isn't bristling with as many weapons as the Aushvavashau.\n\n"... Fine," Stroker finally allows with a grumble. "I am not happy about this... but I also can't justify starting another war with the Domulans over it. Alright, what sort of punishment should we suggest?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Physical punishment.|TrekF6x5]]\n\n[[Humiliation.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Servitude.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Death.|TrekF]]

"Look, let's cut right to the chase," you say, making a chopping motion towards the tabletop with both hands. "Siya wants to see me suffer. Obviously I need to be physically punished in some way that causes pain."\n\nEveryone shifts uncomfortably in their chairs, obviously not wanting to be the first to suggest anything. But finally LaSmith speaks up, still having to start by qualifying himself. "I hate to say it, but there's always the old naval standard of ten lashes. Though... it sounds like they'd want more than ten..." he adds, trailing off into a mutter.\n\n"Siya's goal is not just to cause Erin physical pain, but to humiliate her," the Counseler speaks up, clasping her hands together on the tabletop. "It's possible that we could get away with a milder form of physical punishment by compensating with said humiliation. A spanking, perhaps," she suggests, blushing a little as she glances towards you. "The idea of seeing a Starbeat officer quite literally treated like a disobedient child is likely to be enough for her to feel satisfied."\n\n"Or, there is the possibility of physical punishment <i>without</i> any humiliation at all," Wolf growls, the fur on his neck actually bristling somewhat. "Domulans are familiar with Khardon pain sticks... they long ago stole them for their own uses. They know that they result in authentic agony, and would not be able to deny the punishment factor. However, if Commander Hawt were able to withstand the 'Ylt pagh jach' ritual, which the Domulans are also familiar with, they would not only be forced to acknowledge her punishment, but perhaps even her bravery. Indeed, she would accrue much honor among my people as the first human to undergo such torment for the sake of her crew."\n\n"Enough," Stroker cuts in, holding up a hand. He's quiet for a moment, before the hand lowers to the table. "Alright. I don't exactly like any of these options, but if this is the direction we're going, I at least want it to be Erin who makes the decision. Commander?" he asks, turning to look at you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ten lashes.|TrekF]]\n\n[[A spanking.|TrekF]]\n\n[[The 'Ylt pagh jach'.|TrekF6x6]]

Deciding that there's not much point in lounging around in bed, you slide out and pad over to your dresser to grab clothes to take to the bathroom with you. You turn as you hear the door open, your mother and you blinking at each other as she stands in the doorway, wearing a tight tanktop over her (definitely bigger than before) tits with thick erect nipples, and baggy sweatpants. "Oh, Jamie, you're up." She glances towards your crotch rather blatantly, and adds, "Oh. And not up?"\n\n"Uh." You stand there with your mouth open, trying to process that after all these days of her not saying anything about it she's apparently decided to come right out and say something. "I mean, I... I guess I'm just... not hard today?"\n\n"Oh. Well, that's alright, baby," your mother chirps, padding into your room, tits bouncing and swaying with every step. She smiles serenely at you while hooking a thumb into the front of her sweatpants and pushing them down... and a long, thick, half-hard cock, even bigger than yours was that first moment, comes flopping free to jut at a slight downward curve in front of her. "Mommy's already pretty hard, and I was already thinking of giving you a good, thorough fucking today anyway. Why don't you take those clothes off and go lay down on the bed so Mommy can pound your tight little ass, okay?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... okay."|QOKevScheme4x4]]\n\n[[No way!|QOKevScheme5x1]]

Maybe it's some kind of... allergic reaction to something you encountered at Errana's. Or the chocolate bars. Or... something. ... Which doesn't really explain what your mother did, but it's easier to swallow if you just decide this is all connected and it will go away on its own.\n\nYou eventually shower and then head downstairs, finding your mother (in a different pair of athletic shorts) cheerfully making you a rather decadent breakfast. You keep wondering if she'll say something, or at least hint at what happened earlier, but she just seems particularly cheerful and upbeat this morning, and you finally decide to believe you dreamed it all (which is subtly distinct from actually believing you dreamed it all).\n\nYou wile away the rest of the day watching TV and playing video games, and eventually retire to bed, much as any normal spring day. You awake in the morning to a similar problem as yesterday, your enlarged cock straining at your pants. But almost before you've processed it you hear a very light knock at your door, and a practically whispered "Jamie?" Quickly faking sleep again, you hear the door open. There's a few moments before your mother carefully shifts the blankets aside and once again carefully lifts and tugs down the front of your pajama pants. But almost immediately thereafter she's stroking and sucking your cock, moaning softly and eagerly gulping at it. You try to suppress your shudders of pleasure as your mother once again pumps your prick and sucks a good half of it down, milking yet another load out of you and then letting you go soft between her lips and fingers.\n\nThe day goes much like the last one, and you have to admit there's some anticipation mingled in with the confusion and worry as you go to bed that night. The next morning you actually do wake up to the feel of your mother's mouth slurping your dick, and you yet again fight to fein unconsciousness as she works you over. But this time there's a creak of bedsprings as she clambers up, and you can't help but bite down on your lower lip as you feel a very different heat and wetness pressing to the tip of your cock. You valiantly suppress a moan as your mother's pussy engulfs your enlarged prick. Her full ass slaps against your hips as she begins bouncing atop you, moaning and gasping freely, and you risk a peek to see that she's facing away from you, her tanktop pulled up over her tits (which seem bigger than before, really) to let them bounce freely as she rides your prick, her ass jiggling as well and her pussy squeezing around you as she obviously cums repeatedly. Your eyes rolling up in your head, you cum deep inside your horny mother's cunt, your cock shuddering and spurting before gradually going limp in that gripping, slick passage.\n\nThat's the only time she takes you in her pussy, but she continues to suck you off daily. To your relief, it does look like whatever it was is wearing off, your cock gradually getting smaller and resuming its earlier proportions, even though your mother's interest in giving it daily attention doesn't seem to decrease. Actually, you're starting to get a little more concerned over more than just morality... it actually seems like it's getting a bit <i>smaller</i> than it was before.\n\nFinally one morning you wake up in bed and feel no sense of tension at all. You tug back the blanket and peek down the front of your shorts... yup, there's your cock, looking rather small and completely limp, which is actually kind of unusual on its own really. Well... looks like the issue is resolved in a couple of ways, anyway.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go ahead and get up.|QOKevScheme4x3]]\n\n[[Continue to relax in bed.|QOKevScheme6x1]]

Too shocked and confused to think of doing anything else, you do your best to keep feining sleep, even as your mother continues to work her head over your cock, starting to slide the engorged length down her throat bit by bit. But it only takes a few times of your mother's voice quagging on your dick before you can't hold back anymore, a veritable torrent of thick, hot cum spurting out of your cock and filling her mouth. You hear her moan and feel a slight shudder go through her hands, the moan turning into a sound low in her throat as she apparently cums just from having you blow your load in her mouth. She continues to pump her hand and squeeze your balls lightly, milking you dry before popping her mouth off of your cock and letting it fall to thump limply against your belly.\n\nAfter a second her hands move to gently tuck your cock and balls back under your pants, which she settles back into position before you hear her feet padding across the carpet and then your door settling closed. You peek an eye open a little to make sure she's gone, then sit up, your head swimming. Just... wow.\n\nOnce you've collected yourself a bit, you hop up and pull down your pants yourself, looking down at your cock. Though it's gone limp and is swaying between your legs, it's definitely still at big-for-a-pornstar size... and smeared here and there with lip gloss, which makes you blush all the brighter again. What the heck's happened?!\n\n<hr>\n[[You need to find help for this!|QOKevScheme]]\n\n[[Maybe it will go away on its own.|QOKevScheme4x2]]

"I... okay," you murmur, shocked into more meekness than usual as you timidly bend a bit to drop your pants to the ground and pull off your t-shirt, your small, limp cock and somewhat shrunken balls wobbling with your motions. Biting your lower lip nervously, you move to lay down on your back on the bed, watching as your mother slips a bottle of lube out of the pocket of the sweats before dropping them to the floor, revealing a much larger, heavier, and obviously more full ballsack than any you've ever had. She takes a moment to peel the tanktop off as well, baring those big, heavy tits... though they're still full and have a bit of motherly gravity to them, each one is still at least the size of her head. She squirts a long, heavy line of lube along the top of her cock, then begins to use both hands to spread it and smear it on, smooth prick soon glistening while her boobs jiggle and wobble with the motions of her arms.\n\n"Mmm, I will miss sucking on that big, thick cock you had, but since you've lost it I guess I'm just going to have to start fucking your tight little ass every morning," your mother coos before she walks over to the bed and climbs up on it. Grabbing your legs, she hauls them up and forward, lifting your ass off of the bed. Reaching down to angle her cock and nudge it up to your pucker, she smiles sweetly at you before pushing it forward, the thick layer of lube squishing audibly as her thick prick spreads your virgin ass open and slides inside.\n\nYour eyes roll up some and your teeth clench at the sudden sensation of having a cock in your ass... but more than that, of how good it feels! Keeping your legs pushed into position, your mother starts working her hips, pumping that thick girlcock deeper into your ass with every thrust. Your mother moans sweetly as she starts fucking you deeper and deeper, stuffing more of that long, thick cock into your tight teenage ass, until finally she starts driving into you in long, quick thrusts, making your own limp little dick jiggle above your crotch as she drives you against the bed. "Ooooo yes baby that's right take Mommy's thick cock you sweet little slut, you love Mommy's big hard dick don't you?"\n\n"Y-yes!" you gasp out, shuddering as something like a mild orgasm runs through you, your ass squeezing down on her dick as it does. "I love your cock, Mommy! F-fuck me!"\n\nThat apparently sets her off as with a long, sweet moan your mother stuffs her cock as deep into your ass as she can, starting to pump a bigger, thicker load than any you've given on your best day deep inside you, leaving you to twitch and whimper as you have a massive assgasm, your limp cock dribbling cum onto your belly.\n\nAfter a few moments your mother pulls out, leaving your ass gaping slightly and dribbling with her cum. She moves around to the side of your head, tugging your somewhat limp neck around so she can urge the head of her cock into your mouth. Your eyes are heavy-lidded as you start almost reflexively suckling at the thick, hard prick that was just in your ass, unconsciously copying the swirling motion she used on your own dick before with your tongue. "Mmm, that's perfect, sweetheart," she coos, tugging you back after a few moments. "Now, what are you?"\n\nYou blink at the question, but almost unbidden an answer comes to mind.\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm Mommy's baby boy."|QOKevScheme]]\n\n[["I'm Mommy's good girl."|QOKevScheme]]\n\n[["I'm Mommy's devoted pet."|QOKevScheme]]\n\n[["I'm Mommy's bitch boi."|QOKevScheme]]

You take the time to write an email back to the Green Dawn rep, explaining that while you admire what their company is trying to do and that you were sorely tempted to accept their proposal, you simply want to take an opportunity to broaden your scientific horizons by trying something other than the type of projects you've been working on lately. The next morning as you're exiting the building to get some more packing boxes, you find a miniature sunflower in a pot on your doorstep with a small note congratulating you on your new job. Aw. That was nice of them.\n\nYou drive a few states over, and soon pull up in front of the apartment complex where you'll be living, your rent and other expenses entirely covered by your employer. The doorman advises you to go on up to your apartment while he arranges to have your things brought up via elevator.\n\nYour apartment turns out to be fully-furnished, everything done in a curved, slightly futuristic style featuring a lot of silver, black leather, and glass, but managing to be comfortable rather than kitschy. As you're looking approvingly around the living room area, the wall across from the couch turns black and displays a large, shifting-colored oscilloscope.\n\n"Good afternoon, doctor," the screen says in a pleasant, faintly Asian voice. "My name is Ai, and I am your home's artificially intelligent service program. It's a pleasure to meet you."\n\nYou blink in surprise. "A home AI?"\n\n"Indeed. This apartment complex was built by Eclipse Robotics, partly as a testbed for prototype technology such as myself. However, I assure you that I have already been thoroughly tested and vetted, and while the systems that maintain me are still prohibitively expensive to release to the general market, I am quite reliable and capable of helping you with your day-to-day needs."\n\n"I see." You nod slowly. "Well then, thank you, Ai."\n\n"Not at all, doctor. After all, I exist to serve. If you don't mind, Doctor Malcolm, the head of Eclipse R&D, has asked me to give you a brief summary of some of the various projects you might consider working on. I assure you that it will not take more than a few minutes."\n\n"Of course. Please proceed."\n\n"Thank you." The oscilloscope is replaced by a plain white background, with images and black text following along with Ai's voice.\n\n"The first is Project K8376KLKA. Commonly referred to as '[[Netdive|EcliAplaceholder]]' by employees. The stated purpose of this project is to improve the man-machine interface aspect of computer usage to the point that no literal, physical controls are required any longer. To use common verbiage, Netdive is attempting to allow people to control electronic devices with their minds."\n\n"The second is Project O13388I992. Commonly referred to as '[[Micromachine|EcliAplaceholder]]' by employees. The stated purpose of this project is to develop miniature computer-controlled drones capable of entering a creature's body and interacting with it on the cellular level to effect changes on it. To use common verbiage, Micromachine is attempting to create tiny robots that could repair or alter living beings."\n\n"The third is Project 9GOPXLK76W. Commonly referred to as '[[Servbot|EcliAplaceholder]]' by employees. The stated purpose of this project is to develop autonomous humanoid machines capable of performing numerous tasks in domestic environments without extensive oversight. To use common verbiage, Servbot is attempting to create servant robots for the civilian market."\n\n"The fourth is Project HG47FH38G7. Commonly referred to as '[[Soulchild|EcliAplaceholder]]' by employees. The stated purpose of this project is to further the development of artificial intelligence systems to make them more reactive, more intuitive, and cheaper to install and maintenance than current limits allow. To use common verbiage, Soulchild is attempting to refine the technology that created and runs AIs like me."\n\n"Doctor Malcolm has also stated that, if you wish to, you may begin [[your own project|EcliAplaceholder]] utilizing the company's current resources and data. He has also authorized me to tell you that though your father passed away prior to your acceptance of employment with Eclipse Robotics, you should consider yourself entitled to up to a month of bereavement leave to [[relax and refresh yourself|EcliAplaceholder]], as our records show that you have not had such an opportunity."

Your resistance snaps and your hand shoots out, grabbing for something from the little pit without even looking. You're breathing hard, staring at your fist almost like it isn't your own... when you hear Liam's voice from further down the hall, apparently having stopped to talk to someone. Quickly you shove whatever you grabbed into your pocket and hurriedly bring the metal lid back down, jamming the carpet back into place and trying to covertly stomp it even as you can hear the door starting to open. You hop a few feet to the side and make a show of eyeing one of the sculptures on the shelf as Liam walks back in.\n\nHis usual cheery grin is in place, until it droops slightly into a thoughtful frown as he focuses on you. Your heart starts hammering again as you wonder if he somehow knows, if he had a video or something or maybe you just look that guilty. Then his mouth quirks up at one corner. "Have fun while I was gone?"\n\n"Ah, well, I was just looking at..." You point a bit feebly at the sculpture, then hurriedly add, "Oh, uh, my roommate called, and apparently there's this meeting back at our dorm that everyone absolutely has to attend, but I forgot about it, and I'll get in trouble if I don't go now, so..." You start edging towards the door.\n\nLiam just watches you, that slightly smirky look on his lips as his eyes track your movements, making absolutely no move to stop you. "Wouldn't want you to get in trouble," he says languidly.\n\nYou're... super not sure what to make of that, but you've gone with this too far now, so you just do your best to grin and give him a wave. "Anyway, we'll hang out later, alright? Gotta go."\n\n"Sure, I'll see you later." Liam meanders to the door as you step out, but before he closes it, you can hear him say quietly, in a rather amused tone, "Be careful, Gwyn. Have fun."\n\nYou can't quite help half-running as you exit the building, and don't stop until you're about a block away. Breathing hard and feeling a little sweaty despite the cool weather, you glance back towards the way you came, before looking down at your pocket where there's a slight bulge. ... Did he know? He was certainly acting weird. ... You think. You have to admit Liam's pretty odd anyway, and your interaction with him's pretty limited. Still, he seemed to know... something. Maybe it was just him interpreting your behavior as getting all excited by the sculpture you were looking at... it did kind of have a lot of muscles and a big dick. Yeah... yeah, you're sure that's it, Liam just thinks he's 'awakened' you and you realized you were into guys and wanted to rush out and get some dick. Haha that wacky Liam!\n\n... Right. You slip your hand into your pocket, curling it around the hard object inside and pulling it out. You didn't even see what it was before, so you raise your hand and uncurl your fingers to reveal-\n\n<hr>\n[[-a pendant.|GwynLiam4x3]]\n\n[[-a ring.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[-a gem.|GwynLiam]]

Going to visit the future sounds pretty cool. This job also sounds pretty straightforward... all you have to do is make sure that the target gets fucked by something nonhuman and likes it. You get in, you get her laid, you get out, you go on to another mission, bada-bing-bada-boom. Focusing on the name 'Hera Starlock' in the journal, your wings give a little flap and off you go. This time it's not <i>quite</i> as instantaneous as the other times you've flitted about as an angel... there's about a second of something not unlike the Star Trek warp drive effect of stars flashing around you at high speed. But then you find yourself standing in a small room... looks sort of like a high-tech dorm room, but from the faint vibration through your bare soles you think you're on some sort of starship. The room is fairly neat and tidy, just a little bit of a mess, and its occupant is currently standing naked near the open storage area on one wall and brushing her hair.\n\nAt this point, not much of your old shyness or embarrassed nature is left, so you take a moment to give her an appreciative once-over (kinda short, but big boobs, nice hair, purple eyes) before you start reading over the briefing in the book. Hera is a transfer to something called the Interstar Alliance Military, a division called the Scouts, from the Terran Alliance Navy. She's apparently had only very light brushes with aliens over the years despite humanity having had contact with aliens for quite some time... the briefing indicates she's not quite a <i>bigot</i>, she doesn't hate or despise aliens, but she does heavily prefer humans and finds aliens and nonhumans unsettling at best. Which is apparently a bit of a problem since at a point a handful of years down the line, she's destined to meet, fall in love with, and have Very Important offspring with an alien. You don't know whether that's a cherub's responsibility or not, but apparently your job here and now is to make sure that she has at least the edge of her prejudice blunted by having some positive (or at least enjoyable) encounters with alien species.\n\nThe two options the book suggests are to possess Hera herself and [[just get her fucked|ChJa]], straightforward and direct. Or you could possess [[one of her new coworkers|ChJa2x7]] and try to seduce her, which might take a little longer but give her a little more to build that future relationship on. You glance up as Hera finishes donning her uniform and takes a moment to close the container door and activate the mirrorscreen on the other side to check herself over.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/0J1gL1M.jpg?1>\n\nLooks like she's ready to begin the day, so are you?

You glance at what is now obviously moonlight on the floor. "How long was I...?"\n\n"Unconscious? Sleeping? Dead?" Hera turns to sit on the edge of the slab, the corner of the stone indenting her round, pert ass. "It's a little of all three and not quite any of them. But we started our date on Friday night, we fucked and I turned you at midnight, and it's now about seven forty-five on Sunday." She grins at your slightly bewildered expression. "You start developing an inner sense for time as the years go by."\n\n"Where are my clothes and everything?" you ask, glancing around.\n\n"Tucked into a little alcove on my side, along with my stuff. Didn't see much need to try and dress you, that's always awkward, and why get dressed myself?" She grins and stretches her arms, arching her back to show off her breasts. "Mmmmm, going naked in any weather without any bother is one of the best parts of being a vampire."\n\nIt's the first time she's said it straight-out, and somehow that makes it both more ridiculous and more real, your head spinning a bit until she snaps her fingers in front of your face.\n\n"Hey. Focus. Don't start dissociating again now that you've started to come back."\n\n"R-right. Right, sorry."\n\n"It's fine. You actually took a little longer than some of the other people I've turned, that was usually only about twenty-four hours. You look like it did a better job on you, though," she notes, looking you up and down appreciatively.\n\nYou're not quite sure how to feel about the fact that you apparently make a particularly fetching vampire.\n\n<hr>\n[[Why me?|GwynVamp1x5b]]\n\n[[Are you really...?|GwynVamp1x5c]]\n\n[[Why aren't I mad at you?|GwynVamp1x5d]]\n\n[[What are my weaknesses?|GwynVamp1x5e]]\n\n[[What are my powers?|GwynVamp1x5f]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|GwynVamp1x6]]

"Summon Adventurer!" you call, thrusting your hands out. You figure that's a broad enough category to get something pretty dangerous from, so that you don't just get like... a farmer or a seamstress or something.\n\nThe summoning circle lights up with a golden glow, getting brighter and brighter until it flashes dissipates... just like that, there's someone standing in the center of it. Specifically, a human woman with very large breasts and very small clothes. Your jaw slackens just a little at the sight of her. She's wearing a black witch's hat with a purple interior, but her clothes consist of little more than a black collar capping the very front of her chest, leading down into a pair of straps that conforms up against her really very impressive boobs before going down, hugging her flat stomach as well and leaving her bellybutton on display, before turning into a thin shin-length flap in front and a broader flap in back, just enough to cover her rear while leaving the entirety of her hips on display. The garments are trimmed in gold, as are her turned-down-top boots, and the staff in one hand is gold as well, capped with a large ruby. She has long black hair and blue eyes, and is overall, well, gorgeous.\n\n<img src="images/Minerva.png">\n\n"Did you try to summon such a lewd adventurer, Master?" Mary whispers to you.\n\n"Uh, I mean, I kinda wanted a caster, but no," you murmur back.\n\n"Probably the ambient energy, not surprised you get that kind of adventurer really."\n\nBefore you and Mary can discuss further, the witchy-looking woman apparently recovers from so suddenly, well, existing, and calls out, "Hail to you, Demon King Jamie, my lord, master, and god!"\n\n"... Ah, wait a second," you interject, holding up your hands, which makes her blink in surprise. "What was that last thing?"\n\n"God. You created me from nothing, after all, did you not? You are my Creator, are you not?" she says evenly, seeming a bit more in control of this situation than you are despite what she's saying. "Is it not appropriate to look on you as a god?"\n\nYou, uh... you hadn't really considered the implications of the fact that you were creating another human being from nothing. While that might be standard for monsters, apparently for humans it's a little bit more significant. You're not sure how to feel about this, but your new witch is looking at you expectantly, so...\n\n<hr>\n[["Yeah, that's right."|QODK]]\n\n[["Not quite."|QODK]]

"A human, Master?" Mary asks with a blink.\n\n"Yeah, I've been thinking about it, and I figure that even if it's not normally possible, with my cheat abilities that you gave me, I should be able to create humans with the summon monster spell even if that's not normally possible," you explain. "And overall I think they're actually perfect for this dungeon. It's obvious if you think about it."\n\n"Hmmmm, you'll have to explain it to me, Master," Mary admits, resting her elbow in one hand and the other hand along her cheek. "Your common sense is eluding me."\n\n"Well, I'm becoming a Demon King, but I'm still a human at the moment... I'm not planning to change that right now, anyway. So doesn't it make sense for an evil human king to have evil human servants? It's a castle after all, a place where people live. Plus, isn't there like a rule of most fantasy settings about humans?"\n\n"'Humans are special'," Mary muses aloud, nodding a little as she apparently starts to follow along. "They're more clever, adaptive, and have a higher ability to gain skill and power faster. They can also even be more cruel and devious than a lot of monsters if you push them into a corner."\n\n"Besides, like a comic once said, 'We're all in the monster manual somewhere'," you add with a grin. "Plus maybe some of the Heroes who come to challenge us will hesitate a little if they realize they're fighting another human instead of a monster."\n\n"That's true, a lot of humans value each other's lives automatically, but add a little pair of horns and suddenly bip, all empathy gone," Mary agrees, sweeping her hands apart.\n\n"... Yeah we're really kinda shitty sometimes." You huff a little, then shrug. "But, hey, all the more reason that we should be able to summon them like monsters."\n\n"It's creative and well-thought, Master! I support it, let's go!"\n\nNodding, you step up to the summoning circle, focusing on it and preparing to call out the name of your new spell.\n\n<hr>\n[["Summon Ninja!"|QODK]]\n\n[["Summon Adventurer!"|QODK4x2]]\n\n[["Summon Maid!"|QODK]]

"The reporter seems a larger threat. I suppose if I can't deal with one misbehaving student, I probably don't deserve this post," you say a bit dryly. "But the press, you never know what they'll do. Send her in when she gets here."\n\n"Yes, Patissier-sama. I'll try to have the teachers make sure Kanna stays in class," she adds, turning and heading back into her own office.\n\nEventually there's a quick knock at the door, and almost instantly it's thrust open, an attractive and surprisingly young woman, probably barely in her twenties, striding into the room, a somewhat disheveled ponytail poking out from beneath her red press cap (boy, she's really into this whole thing) and a somewhat battered red leather jacket tugged on over a white blouse and black slacks. "Pipa Raito, online blog Shuppan-mono no Shutsugen! Is it true you had the old principal chased off?!"\n\nYou can't help but blink a little. "Is that really how we're going to get started?"\n\n"Are you trying to hide something then?!" she demands, before hesitating and then clearing her throat. "... Okay, maybe that's not fair. I, ah... I'm used to dealing with old man bureaucrats, if you don't shake them up a little at the start, they'll just sit there and drone on a list of points someone read to them."\n\nYou consider pointing out that the verbal equivalent of a slap in the face isn't likely to get someone talking either, but decide against it. Instead you gesture for her to take a seat across from your desk before folding your hands. "I'm Helen Patissier, and no, I did not chase off the old principal. I really had nothing to do with his decision to retire, other than the fact that it was felt I was a suitable replacement."\n\n"Is there any truth to the fact that the one who 'felt' you were a suitable replacement was Katsuko Kinomoto...?" she asks in a more placid, but still slightly smug tone.\n\nHm. This is already getting into dangerous territory. It sounds like she knows more than either Katsuko or Ryoko realized.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to talk through it.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Fog her mind.|HelenJP3x2]]

"Hey, come look at these though," you note to Tanya as you step closer to the partially disassembled horsebots. Or at least that's what you thought at first. "These are kind of weird."\n\n"Well, yeah, I mean, they're weird creepy horse robots someone took apart," Tanya says with a snort as she nevertheless walks over to stand beside you, peering curiously at what seems to have you so interested.\n\n"See, I thought so at first too, but the more I look at it, the more they seem actually designed this way. It's almost like they're actually meant to have something like the rest of the robot hooked in on top, as if they're modular or something."\n\n"Huh. Okay, that's a... little weird? Why do you need just another top for your horsebot? I-"\n\nTanya goes quiet as you both abruptly feel a sense of fear at the same time, the sense of something looming over you as a shadow falls across both your bodies. You start to turn, but a hefty fist thumps you between the shoulderblades, just hard enough to send you toppling to the ground insensate, Tanya thudding down beside you. You try to focus, but you're barely coherent as you lay there stunned, your attacker reaching down to pull off your shoes and socks, then yanking away your jeans and panties, your naked legs flopping to the cement as the denim's hauled away. Your attacker then uses brute force to just rip your sweater of, tugging the torn shreds away and leaving your full breasts pressed to the hard, grimy floor. You're lifted up and rope is wrapped tightly around your middle, arms bound to your side, and then you're tied to one of the corral's rafters, dangling dow. You blink a few times and shake your head, finally starting to clear the cobwebs and grateful that your glasses stayed in place. But what you see through them still leaves you almost numb with shock.\n\nYour attacker is the Beefy Fajeeta animatronic! And he's currently stripping Tanya the same way he stripped you, half-yanking her clothes off and half just ripping them to shreds in the process. She groans and wriggles, obviously still partly insensate like you were, until she comes around enough to see that she's being manhandled by the creepy robot the two of you saw earlier. At which point, she quite understandably starts screaming bloody murder and thrashing even harder, for all the good it does her as the massive, unyielding robot minotaur lifts her up.\n\n"It seems a few stray fillies have wandered into Beefy's corral!" the bull robot booms in its scratchy, synthetic voice as it carries Tanya a step forward. "They need shoeing, but then will make fine breeding stock for Beefy's herd!"\n\nYou want to ask what he could possibly mean, but even if you thought he might answer you, you don't exactly have long to wait. He brings Tanya down until her belly presses against the flat metal midsection of one of the incomplete robohorses, the solid metal bands that form its 'ribs' immediately snapping up and fastening around her middle, squeezing rather like a corset and cinching her tightly in place, briefly stifling her cries as she grunts and gasps with the pressure. The Beefy animatronic grabs one of her flailing arms and forces it into the hollow foreleg of the robohorse, which also closes up and cinches tight around her limb. "No! Let me go! Stop it! Stop!" Tanya shrieks, but the bullman ignores her pleas as he continues pushing her limbs into the robohorse's legs, until all four have tightened around her. The purpose of the 'modular top half' is revealed... the connecting parts of the legs fit across her stomach, leaving her tits to dangle down, her legs sheathed in the robot's limbs right up to the hips, her ass and pussy left bared and jutted out just like a mare's.\n\n"Good, good," the bullman animatronic declares in his booming computerized voice, reaching to the wall and taking down a riding crop. "Now, Beefy say, take a walk around the corral until you find your mate!" With that, he brings the crop down in a hard swat across Tanya's bare ass.\n\nShe yelps at the sudden flick of pain, then yelps again, this time in surprise and protest as the robotic horse legs sheathing her own limbs begin to move, forcing her to start walking forward with an exaggerated quadraped gait. The motions make her hips jerk, twist, and roll, shaking her ass and pussy like some cross between a drunken equine and a saloon prostitute on the prowl, her tits jiggling beneath her. "Help! Let me go! Someone help!" she screams into the night as she's forced to act the part of a horse cantering about on display. But her shouts go unanswered as she does a slow circuit around the circle of the corral, until finally coming to a stop near one of the complete robohorses. "H-hey, what's going on?! Is it over? C-can I go?"\n\nThe robohorse behind her's eyes click to life, glowing red as it lets out a mildly garbled prerecorded whinny, rearing up and kicking its forelegs in the air... as a rubber horsecock shoots out from its crotch like someone pressed the button of an umbrella. It clops forward on its metal hooves, then lifts up and thuds down onto Tanya's back, its undercarriage striking Tanya's metal 'corset' restraint with a loud <i>clank</i>. Its rubber member wobbles up and down some as it shifts forward, obviously moving into position, the flared head pressing up against Tanya's pussy.\n\n"No! No! NOOOOOO!" Tanya screams as she feels it moving into position, her last wail of protest turning into a garbled, spluttering gurgle as the mechanical horse thrusts forward hard, practically burying the rubber equine dildo into her. It begins thrusting with a jerky, mechanical gait, no variations of its motions, just the same quick, short thrust over and over again as it squeaks and groans like a badly-maintained machine, letting out the same prerecorded whinny at regular intervals. Tanya's eyes have rolled up some in her head, her tongue jutting out, head jerking with the impacts of the mechanical beast raping her, her tits shaking beneath her as her body is both rocked by its merciless thrusts and held absolutely still by the unyielding restraints of the horse-frame she's locked into. \n\n"Please! Let her out! She can't take it!" you beg Beefy Fajeeta, but he seems to have settled into some sort of power-saving mode, completely immobile as his plastic eyes stare at the forced mating of his 'horses'. "Please let us go!"\n\nEventually you feel yourself getting hoarse... and even just the thought of that pun makes the full realization of your own likely fate start to sink in. And so you fall silent, staring at the scene before you as you dangle from the ceiling like a bundle of herbs. The creaking, clanking horsebot just continues to fuck Tanya, as merciless as the machine it is, its metal joints protesting and its whinny recording filling the night. Tanya's head gradually falls lower and lower, until she's letting it sway back and forth limply, her lips loose and eyes half-lidded, looking barely conscious even as the huge black rubber horse dildo continues to slam into her cunt as hard and fast as ever. It must be at least an hour before the horse abruptly stops, lifting up and stepping back in a perfect reverse of its mounting motion, its rubber cock retracting into its groin. The Beefy Fajeeta animatronic suddenly moves again, striding forward and over to Tanya, and once more giving her a crack on the ass with the riding crop, though this time it barely gets a twitch out of her. She groans, obviously struggling to lift her head as she's once again forced to parade herself around the corral, shaking her ass and showing off her gaping wide pussy. At some point her body must have broken down and accepted the fucking, because the yawning tunnel her destroyed cunt has become is glistening and dripping, somehow just emphasizing how wide she's been stretched. "... help..." she mewls softly, shuddering in the robotic frame entrapping her. "... somebody... help... I don't want to be a pony anymore..."\n\nShe shudders a little as the frame comes to a stop, still hanging mostly limp in her bonds. Then her head snaps up, her eyes going wide in terror as she hears the exact same prerecorded whinny as before from behind her. There's again the clank of metal on metal as the different but virtually identical robopony behind her mounts up, and she begins to struggle frantically as it shifts into position. "No no no stop no no it's gonna fuck meEEEEEEEEEE!" From the way her eyes roll, and her jaw clenches, you don't need the slightly different angle the animatronic horse is at to tell that it did not thrust into her already destroyed pussy. The creaking, clanking robot begins pounding her ass with the same frantic but measured pace as the other one used, Tanya's eyes showing almost entirely white as her body shudders under the assalt, drool sliding down her chin below her clenched, bared teeth. You wonder if, in her state, she realizes the obvious... that this one's going to rape her asshole just as long as the other one raped her pussy.\n\n"The filly breeds good," Beefy's electronic voice declares in a satisfied tone, as he turns towards you. "Now, is time to ready other filly," he continues, reaching up to unhook the rope you're hanging by.\n\n<hr>\n[["No! No, please!"|WilmaFun]]\n\n[["But I'm not a pony!"|WilmaFun]]\n\n[["Yes, fuck, make me a horse!"|WilmaFun]]

Hm. Maybe this is a good opportunity to score some points with your Mistre-, er, new employer. Smiling, you stand and round the desk, standing in front of the reporter. "Pipa. Look at me." Her head raises slightly, glassy eyes turned towards you. "Why have you been investigating Katsuko Kinomoto?"\n\n"Too... powerful, too many secrets," Pipa drones back.\n\n"No, no, you're wrong. You might have told yourself that, but it's actually because you admire her. The more you've learned about her, the more you've come to love her, even worship her from afar," you correct primly.\n\n"I... worship her," the reporter echoes, a little shiver passing through her body.\n\n"That's right." Pulling up the front of your skirt and pushing down your panties, you fish out your cock and rub the half-hard thing against her face, which provokes a soft moan of what sounds like pleasure... apparently sexual stimulus in the trance state can get a reaction! And what a one it was. "In fact, every night you go to bed hoping and dreaming that she has a big, fat cock like this one."\n\n"I dream she has a cock," is repeated back, Pipa's next soft moan washing warm breath over the skin of your shaft. "I hope she has a big, fat cock."\n\n"And you'd do anything, anything at all, if she let you suck it, wouldn't you?" you encourage, using your hardening dick to knock her press hat off and send it tumbling down her back and into the chair.\n\n"Yessss," she moans, her tongue sliding out and stroking along your shaft just a little bit, just enough that she can do it without moving her head.\n\n"You'd work night and day doing whatever she wanted, all hoping that one day she'd fuck you, wouldn't you?" you coo, rubbing the tip of your cock against her lips and smearing some pre across them. "And if she ever did, that would just cement in your mind that you're her property, completely unable to go against any of her wishes."\n\nPipa's only reply is a moan that becomes muffled as you slide your cock into her mouth and down her throat, her tranced state suppressing her gag reflex. You don't bother to hold back, just putting a hand on the back of her head and pumping your hips quickly, panting softly as your tits bounce beneath your blouse. You occasionally manage to add in some extra bit about how she's always yearned to serve someone better than herself, and Katsuko is that someone, her superior, her owner, her goddess. You're fairly sure the cute young reporter cums more than once from you fucking her throat and rewriting her mind to prepare her for a lifetime of abject slavery, to judge by the wet spot that spreads across the seat of the chair as well as the dark material of her pants.\n\nEventually you grunt and shove forward, burying her nose against your crotch as you spill your load deep down your throat... to avoid a mess of course. Finally, you pull out, and spend a few moments cleaning yourself up just a bit before tucking your cock away again. You clear your throat, then say, "Alright, Pipa, in a minute I'm going to wake you up. When you wake up, you'll be convinced we had a wonderful interview where I was pleasant, witty, and helpful, and you're pleased despite not learning a thing. Without realizing what you're doing, you'll undress completely and then put back on only your pants, shirt, and shoes, then go outside, tell my secretary I'd like to see her, and have a seat. When my secretary comes back out, she'll tell you that Katsuko Kinomoto wants to give you an interview, and a car will be by for you shortly. You'll find it hard to contain your excitement, and spend the entire ride over hoping desperately that the moment you walk into the room with her she's going to shove you to your knees and fuck your mouth like she was a wild stallion. Understood?"\n\n"Understood," she murmurs, giving a little shiver.\n\nGrinning, you move to sit back down behind your desk, then give her a mental nudge. She blinks, then smiles brightly at you. "Wow, Patissier-san, I can honestly say I can't remember the last time I had such a good interview," she says cheerfully as she stands up and shrugs out of her jacket, letting it fall to the floor in front of her chair.\n\n"I'm glad you enjoyed it so much," you reply cheerfully as she unbuttons her blouse and drops it as well, then unclasps her bra and lets it fall, baring her perky tits.\n\n"I really did, it's such a change from everyone else who's so close-lipped," she says in a relieved tone as she undoes her belt and then shoves down both her pants and panties, pushing her shoes off with them. She sits back down on the chair, providing you several interesting views of her bare pussy as she tugs her socks off, then stands and bends over to toss her panties aside before tugging her pants back up. "Just, thank you."\n\n"Not at all, my pleasure." You smile as she tugs her shirt back on and buttons it back up most of the way, her nipples now obviously tenting the fabric. She steps back into her shoes and gives you a cheerful wave, before turning and leaving the office.\n\nA moment later, an amused-looking Ryoko enters in her place. "I see you handled things. I'm a bit surprised, she seemed strong-willed enough to not be able to be put under at all."\n\n"It wasn't easy," you admit, before smiling and adding, "But I did a fair bit of reprogramming. Apparently she was already looking into our Mistress, and had some idea she was involved in my appointment." You nod solemnly as Ryoko's eyebrows shoot up. "I thought that might shock you. But I turned her suspicion of our Mistress into worship instead... she can turn Pipa into her sexual plaything, or just lead her on forever with the promise of sex... either way, Pipa and her blog should now be our Mistress's to command. Tell Pipa that Katsuko Kinomoto is going to give her an interview, and have a car brought around... she won't be able to give up her will to our Mistress fast enough."\n\nYou'd have to rate Ryoko's shocked and impressed expression as the second most lovely sight of the day. She nods, almost numbly. "I... yes, yes of course. I'll get in touch with the Mistress right away. She'll be <i>very</i> pleased, I'm sure."\n\nYou spend the rest of the day dealing with rather more mundane issues... sadly, Kanna Amaguri did indeed disappear during class change, and from some of her posts on social media, may have taken an impromptu trip to the beach for the next few days. Oh well, a problem for later. You're sitting in front of the TV stroking your cock to one of the porn channels (a non-local one and thus uncensored, who says money can't buy happiness?) when the phone rings. Muting the TV and taking a second to compose yourself, you answer, and hear Katsuko's purr of a voice on the other end. "Well well well. You have quickly become my new favorite, Helen-chan."\n\n"Thank you, Mistress," you reply, the phrase coming so easily now it's almost a little scary. \n\n"Ryoko updated me on all the decisions you made today as well, when she informed me of your little gift... a thoughtful and wonderful one, by the way, little Pipa will be most useful both in bed and for spreading my message. While your changes weren't exactly what I wanted, it seems like you've got a good handle on the direction I want to go while giving it quite a thoughtful twist of your own as well. I'm impressed... admittedly, I am slightly more impressed by my wonderful new slave," she adds thoughtfully. "Tell me, what would you say to giving me more of these?"\n\n"More... slaves? Like Pipa?"\n\n"Well, more slaves, they needn't be exactly like this one. I'll let you pick the next one... please me again with your choice, and even more succulent rewards than I already had planned await you. After that, a new one every month or so, and depending on the talent you show, ever greater rewards."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to give her another slave.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HelenJP]]

You stare at Pipa, concentrating on putting her under like the other people you've tried your ability on. At first, it doesn't seem to be working... the only change in her expression is that she looks increasingly smug as your silence drags out, apparently taking it as confirmation. Then she abruptly looks rather startled, before slowly slumping in her chair, shoulders easing and head sagging forward.\n\n"... Whew," you murmur, rubbing a hand across your forehead. That... was far more difficult than the delivery people. On the other hand, it looks like you have her under rather deeper than you put most of them. You should have a nice, easy time giving her some new directives. Hm, but what directives should those be...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Promote the school's new direction.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Make her your personal slave.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Make her a gift to Katsuko.|HelenJP3x3]]

"Attractive, I mean," you continue, looking down, face red as he gently takes your arm and begins dabbing at your skin with a dampened cotton swab. "I mean, you're not just big, and so muscular, and... I mean, I've always liked lions, and... um, sorry."\n\n"Certainly nothing to be sorry for." When you chance a peek up at him... well, you can't see it, but somehow you get the impression he's blushing too. He takes hold of the needle and slips it smoothly into your arm, taping it in place, the whole thing so quick you barely even notice it. "Ahem. Well." He straightens and retrieves a syringe of brilliantly purple liquid to inject into the dripline. "You'll likely feel your temperature rise a bit, my dear, completely normal. This won't take terribly long."\n\nYou nod, wriggling in place a bit as you settle fully on the chair. Soon you understand what he meant... you start to feel warm, and then hot, your skin flushing. You start panting some, your breasts rising and falling under the plain teal top. Your nipples stiffen and your pussy moistens as you feel your temperature rise in more ways than one. Soon you find that you're sweating profusely, sweat starting to soak into the top of the scrubs, making them cling to your cleavage. You squirm some more in place, huffing, and look over towards Dr. Hatfield, who's frowning at the console he's standing at. "Wh-... what is it?"\n\n"Hm. I've never seen a temperature rise quite this extreme in any other case," he murmurs, before glancing up and quickly amending, "But all of your vitals are still good, you seem to be in no particular danger, Ms. Patissier. This may simply be your unique reaction to the therapy, each one is just a little different as far as we've observed." He walks back over and checks the bag and dripline, then reaches down to help you up. "Here, if you'll just come with me."\n\nThe moment his big hand wraps around your upper arm, you gasp and climax, your legs twitching in reaction to the orgasm that slams through you. If your face wasn't already as red as it could get, you'd blush like mad. He moves his other hand to rest on your back and help balance you as you're guided towards a tall half-cylinder sitting vertically nearby, and you orgasm again, your whole body shaking lightly. You feel hyper-aware of that big, powerful body nearby, and you cum several more times as he helps you along, the scrubs pants winding up clinging to your pussy and inner thighs. You glance sheepishly at him, wondering if he's noticed... judging by the way he's doggedly keeping his gaze forward, and the steadily growing (and truly immense) bulge in his shorts, he absolutely has. The sight of that bulge and the realization he knows that you're climaxing makes you orgasm so hard that you can't suppress a moan.\n\nYou're shaking like a leaf by the time he actually steps you up onto the small platform, then steps away to work the nearby console. You draw in a harsh breath as a tingling infuses the burning heat in your entire body, setting off yet another orgasm. You're not sure you've ever cum this much in one day in your life, let alone fifteen minutes! Your eyes roll up in your head and your tongue lolls out as the tingling grows stronger in your chest as your tits start to enlarge, growing fuller, and rounder by the moment. The red tone of your skin starts to even out and deepen slightly, even as your arms and legs lengthen, becoming even more feminine and curvaceous, your hips and ass rounding out and filling out the scrub pants enough to make them snug. Your lower lips plump up as your upper lips darken to a rich, glossy black color. You can even feel tingling in your scalp and, well, lower down, and then a gentle brushing motion against your ears and the back of your neck.\n\nYou gasp, cumming harder than ever as the scrubs suddenly burst into flame. You look down at yourself, panting and gasping, watching your tits... bigger than your head, at least... heave and wobble, capped by dark black nipples. You look at your hands... your nails have become glossy and chrome, actually reflective. Looking up and into a mirror, you see glowing, solid yellow eyes and gently swaying, luminescent hair in flickering shades of orange and red. ... Yes, even the hair down there, though you keep it short enough that it doesn't actually move, just flicker through the glowing colors.\n\n"Ah... oh my," Dr. Hatfield murmurs, staring at you with wide eyes. Then he clears his throat, looking down at the board. "My, yes, well. It appears your body temperature is leveling out, though still quite a bit higher than a standard human's... 110 Farenheit, fascinating. If this data is right, you would also be completely immune to fires and incredible temperatures. I'm also reading some, ah... various other alterations." He actually frowns a bit, eyes narrowing. "There is quite a bit of pheremone output, and what appears to be some activity in the lobes of the brain associated with psychic abilities..."\n\nYou're only half listening, though... your glowing yellow eyes are fixed on his crotch. His cock looks like it's about ready to tear its way out of the tight black shorts... and you're not entirely sure he's even completely hard yet. You lick your lips at the thought of wrapping them around whatever he's (poorly) hiding... you're fairly certain that he wouldn't exactly try to fight you off if you just went over there and pulled those shorts down. Actually... something tells you that you could make him do whateeeever you wanted...\n\n<hr>\n[[Suck him.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Dominate him.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Control yourself.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]

<<set $capsucc += 1>>You shift your position a little. Waiting for the right timing will be difficult, but it's really the best and clearest chance you'll have. You settle in, using a few meditation techniques the wicked witch books suggested to keep yourself calm and focused as you wait.\n\nIt takes awhile, but eventually an exiting customer stumbles coming out, dragging on the door and leaving it gaping wide open, and making Tifa take a few steps closer to see if he's alright. Grinning, you sight and take the shot, the dart striking right on Tifa's bare stomach and making her jump in shock.\n\nWith a nice clean torso shot like that, it doesn't take particularly long before you find yourself in the reconditioning room, standing in the darkness surrounding the light around the chair. It's a simple metal thing with restraints currently holding Tifa, whose eyes look slightly glazed with a mixture of fogginess and arousal. She struggles futilely at the restraints, the tranquilizer slowing her movements, and mostly just succeeding in making her tits jiggle, nipples stiff under the white fabric of her shirt.\n\nYou set the rifle aside and then step into the light, specifically over to the control panel for the various machines. Tifa focuses on you, managing to scowl a little, though there's a hint of fear on her face as well. "Who are you? Where is this?!"\n\n"Relaaax Tifa," you coo. "You won't be worrying about anything at all soon." You smirk as her eyes widen at the array of potential meanings for that, before you continue. "Let's start with the physical reconditioning, shall we?"\n\n"Physical...?" Tifa cuts herself off, her throat tightening as you begin working the screen, causing a number of slender robotic arms to lower from the ceiling around her. She yelps as they fire thin red rays at her, the points of the lasers moving across her body and causing her clothes to smoke and part, but leaving her skin untouched. In seconds she's sitting naked, squirming some in renewed fear (and no doubt at the feel of cold metal on her bare skin). Her movements stop, though, her body going rigid and her eyes going wide as a pair of new arms tipped with large syringes, long, thin, gleaming needles angling down towards her. "W-wait, please, I-!" She cuts off with another yelp as the needles pierce the firm, smooth flesh of her tits and slide in, her hands gripping the arms of the chair and body shuddering as the glowing green fluid in the syringe chambers is pressed inside, her tits actually swelling slightly just from the volume of the stuff. She pants softly, her face already starting to look more flushed than just the mild aphrodisiac from the dart could account for. Then she gasps loudly as her tits begin to swell, gradually but visibly expanding outward, growing larger and heavier by the second. Her whole body shudders, and you watch her bite down on a moan as the pleasurable sensation of her growing tits obviously starts to get to her. "S-stop, no," she groans, shuddering as her nipples thicken and widen, dribbles of milk starting to leak out of them as her boobs grow larger and larger, quickly doubling the size of her head and showing no signs of stopping.\n\nYou lightly reach down to rub your hardon through your suit as you watch the growth, Tifa's tits getting larger and larger, her body twitching and shuddering in light but persistent boobgasms as they grow bigger and more sensitive by the second. By the time it stops, her breasts resting in her own lap and indented by her arms fastened to those of the chair, she's whimpering softly and constantly. She yelps again as you initiate the next phase, the chair shifting and splitting into an upright X-frame position, spreading her legs wide and showing off her sodden pussy, wet thighs shedding a few drops onto the floor. Another, somewhat smaller pair of syringe arms move into place between her legs, and she gives a short shriek as the needles penetrate her engorged outer lips. Her eyes roll, teeth clenching as her pussy begins to swell much like her boobs did, drool running down the side of her chin as she cums far more intensely than before at her cunt growing larger and fatter, until it's pressing outward against her thighs. The growth isn't quite as extreme as her tits... she winds up with a plump, swollen pussy a bit larger than a softball, or half a one at least, just enough to overflow your hand if you cupped it.\n\n"I... I c-can't take anymore," she gasps out pleadingly. "P-please don't grow anything else!"\n\n"No worries, just one more injection to go," you promise, tapping more controls on the screen. "This won't cause any growth... actually maybe some slight shrinkage."\n\nHer eyes widen again as a fresh pair of syringes are lowered, these filled with glowing purple fluid instead... and moving into position at the sides of her head. "W-wait, no, I-!" But she cuts off, mouth open wide and face pure shock, body trembling as the needles slide into her ears, the syringes beginning to inject the aphrodisiac directly into her brain. As the fluid level of the receptacles decreases, her expression gradually relaxes, lips actually curling up in a smile, tongue lolling out as she groans, "Unnnnh, yeaaaah, that feels sooooo goooood, nnnnh, fuuuuuuck..."\n\nOnce the syringes have finished injecting and withdrawn, and Tifa's giggling softly to herself at the constant mindless orgasmic buzz she's experiencing, you tap a set of controls to put the chair into motion, gradually lowering and resting her on her feet before releasing her. While it's in the process of that, you lay back and retract your suit from over your stiff prick, then access the program's debug settings for your avatar. Moving the size slider for your prick, it rapidly expands, soon towering over you at a size that would be impressive for a Clydesdale. Closing the menu, you watch as Tifa spots your towering cock and gives a squeal of delight. "Cooooock!" she moans eagerly, her immense tits swaying as she makes her way towards you, eyes glazed and drool running down her chin, even more thick arousal running from her oversized pussy and down her thighs. Without even needing to be urged, she settles to her knees between your legs, hefting the giant orbs up and slapping them around your equally huge prick. You let out a moan as she begins rubbing them up and down eagerly, her tongue still lolled out and a brainless grin on her lips as she gives you a hyper-sized titfuck. "Cock, it feels so good on my boobies, I love iiiit," she groans, before leaning forward, barely managing to get her mouth over the tip of your dick as she works it with her giant tits, milk splurting and dribbling out of her thick nipples every time they slap against your belly or she gives them a squeeze around your girth.\n\nThe sensation of having a cock the size of your leg and having it worked over by equally impressive tits is intense, and you can't hold back for long. Tifa pulls back her head as even the first little dribble of your cum is enough to fill and overflow her mouth, and she lets out little moans and gasps of pleasure as more and more gushes out, raining back down on those giant mammaries, smearing them with a thick glaze of your seed. But almost the moment your huge cock has finished shuddering and spurting, she rises to her feet and turns around, showing off her round ass to you. Her asshole has obviously absorbed some of the growth fluid injected into her pussy, turning it into a thick, powerful donut that almost pushes her cheeks apart some on its own. But it's that overly plump, slime-dripping cunt of hers that she lowers onto your pole, the hyper-engorged pussylips spreading around it and taking it in effortlessly despite its length and girth. You know her belly must be bulging up even if you can't see it... hell, you wouldn't be able to see it if she were facing you, with those tits in the way! Still, you can see most of her tits even with her face turned away, and watch them bounce heavily despite their immense size as she bends her knees and begins working herself atop you, groaning shamelessly in pleasure and giving little squeals as you smack her ass occasionally, or stick your thumb inside that thick, powerful asshole.\n\n"Coooock! Cock is sooooo gooood!" she moans eagerly as she works that ultra-plump pussy over it, her inner walls squeezing and sucking at you powerfully as she rides. Soon you grab her by the waist and start yanking her down onto you faster and harder, making her washing machine-sized tits bounce all the harder, thick girlcum spurting out wildly. There isn't a single hint of shame, hesitation, or thought to her motions, just a near-animal need to be stuffed with the cock she continues to croon about as she pumps herself down on you eagerly with your hauling on her waist. Finally you shove up and begin once more emptying your oversized balls into her, her belly steadily swelling out between her tits, Tifa throwing back her head and yowling gleefully, tongue lolling and eyes rolling completely in her head, fountains of milk geysering out of her thick nipples.\n\nAfter a moment you shove her off of you, letting her flop forward to rest on her own beanbag chair tits, her sweaty body twitching and shuddering, spread legs showing off the torrent of cum steadily flowing out of her overplumped pussy. Smirking, you tap your wrist device to reset your character model, and to send Tifa to her prepared spot back in the hab.<<set $sluttifa to true>>\n\n<hr>\nBack to the [[mission room|Capture-MissionRoom]].

<b><i>Alpha 50</i></b>\n\n[[February Dev Diary|Feb2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can use the "[[Sword|HLMai4x1]]" body wash when showering at Mai's.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can also decide he [[likes the club owner's offer|CC3x6]] when playing with Honey Trap.\n* <b>Main:</b> Dark General Mike can now do a [[dress code review|DarkMike1x5]] while undercover as a teacher.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now decide she is [[uninterested|GGParent14x1]] in her parents' party.\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can now do fuckall with his vacation so that he starts school again. (The vacation has also been generic'd so it can be either spring break or summer break.)\n\n<b><i>Alpha 49</i></b>\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Ranma can now take a look at the [[haunted devil painting|FRanX15x2]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[keep walking|GGParent2x2]] after seeing her father's car parked at the phone store.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can now beg Klydess to use his "[[special ability|CySW1x6]]".\n\n<b><i>Alpha 48</i></b>\n\n[[December Dev Diary|December2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can yet again give in to the urge to go get a [[relaxing cookie|GGCandy7x4]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Band singer Erica can now [[obey|CC3x7]] when the club owner demands he bend over the desk.\n* <b>Main</b>: In Palladium City, Eric can now say [[he won't go to the party|PalladiumStart]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Gwyn can now [[submit|GwynSaya1x4]] to Saya's demand he wear panties.\n* <b>Main</b>: After escaping with Striped Trouble, Cypher can augment herself with [[Raptarran DNA|BadCypher10x7]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Homura can now suggest [[challenging a dojo|HomuraStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Female Ranma can visit [[Ucchan's|FRanX22x1]] or the Nekohanten after being launched by Akane.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can [[stammer awkwardly|CySW1x4]] when Shado asks if he's coming along.\n* <b>Main:</b> Austin can now choose to inherit his uncle's [[personal assistant|Austin1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can stutter himself into being a [[Succubus King|QODK3x3]]. A few paths over he can also use mana that [[feels right|QODK1x6]] for the gacha summon.\n* <b>Main:</b> The twin elves can put the experimental [[panties|HollyXmas6x4]] on Holly to make her cooperate.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now ask his dad how to [[get started|QODad1x2]] having sex.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can now untie [[all the reindeer|HollyXmas5x2]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 47</i></b>\n\n[[November Dev Diary|November2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main</b>: Austin can now tell the hypnotized girls [[he inherited them|Austin6x2]] along with the hot springs.\n* <b>Main</b>: Imaginarium-using Eric can now try [[time control|RunFF7x4]] when messing about with powers in school.\n* <b>Main</b>: Eric can [[give up resisting|HLMai3x1]] once futa Mai has facefucked him.\n* <b>Main</b>: [[Mike|MikeStart]] now has a new job opportunity.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can now choose to be a [[Producer|GGSR7x1]] when working in the Ag Sector.\n* <b>Main</b>: Road Witch Cyan can [[approach the camper|RoadWitch1x1]]. \n* <b>Main</b>: Knocked-up girl Ranma can decide to try to hook [[Soun|FRanX22x7]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Mike can now have Robert set the animatronics to [[horny|MikeFiestaStart]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can now go with [[his father|QOFamStart]] for his birthday.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cypher can now enter [[Equivalent Exchange|Cypher15x2]] after rolling Karma Slave.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can now choose [[turkey|HollyNov1x4]] from among the options offered by the Thanksgiving Rebellion.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can also [[reject|HolValStart]] the Valentine's chocolates from Allen.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can now [[resist|GGCandy5x2]] further stimulation of her candy-induced dick.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now agree to be the [[toy|WLMischief1x2]] of the strange rich man who rescues him at Worldland.\n* <b>Main</b>: Sam can [[stay away|FemPalV10x2]] from the strange light she sees when being cyberized.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 46</i></b>\n\n[[October Dev Diary|October2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> "Erika" can [[continue to be stubborn|HHHVampMale1x4]] even after Drake makes him suck off the carriage horse.\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy can [[rush outside|BuddyOct17x3]] when he hears his house getting egged.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can [[play with Rei's dildo|HLSenshi13x2]] when snooping.\n* <b>Main: </b>Jamie and Maya can select "[[Teh Chaynj Mohzt Lood|QOBook14x2]]" from the magic book.\n* <b>Main:</b> The newly-turned shemale witch Cyan can now [[go on the road|GGCandy5x6]] instead of returning to her old life.\n* <b>Main:</b> Wilma can now play [[skeeball|WilmaFun5x2]] in the Funland arcade.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy can now investigate the [[haunted house|BuddyOct17x5]] on his Halloween walk. Or, a bit further back, he can [[ask who's at the door|BuddyOct17x2]] when there's a knock after lights out.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy-Mai can decide to [[earn some party currency|BuddyOct20x2]] at Lizzie's Halloween party.\n* <b>Main</b>: Hax protagonist Jamie can now observe the potential of a [[kidnapped princess|QOSuc5x3]] after rescuing Katalina.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy can now let Ciara [[pick her own room|BuddyOct17x11]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 45</i></b>\n\n[[September Dev Diary|September2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Updates to [[Capture|GGCaptureStart]]:\n** Cyan can leap out of the alley and try to shoot Tifa with the Mysogibot Rifle the second she passes. This completes Tifa's MB Rifle option.\n** She can now also look in on the reconditioned Tifa in the Slut Gallery.\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy and Cody can now go to [[Cosplay Casbah|BuddyOct12x1]] investigating Buddy's transformation into Mai Shiranui.\n* <b>Main:</b> Wilma can explore the arcade at [[Felipe's Funland|WilmaFun4x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[not hear anything|QOSuc5x1]] after first arriving in the adventure world with Mary. (There's a few other tweaks in other parts of the Adventure World scenario too.)\n* <b>Main:</b> "Kovam" can now decide he's had enough of "Cyan's" [[bullshit|GGMonk13x2]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can [[tell her mother|GGDog1x4]] what happened at the dog park.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can now tell Ami to [[stay behind|Cypher5x1]] when going to the Mulsap Twelve station.\n* <b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can now suggest that he, Maya, and Keva [[all go out together|QOFamInc1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Tifa can suggest [[splitting up|FFTL2x7]] in the abandoned train yard, or [[search for clues|FFTL2x19]] on the mayor's floor.\n* <b>Main:</b> Anubilis can now continue on to [[conquer Michiru|HLSenshi14x6]] after enslaving Haruka. Female Anubilis can also elect to [[leave Rei's apartment|HLSenshi13x4]]. (Also changed her look a bit.)\n* <b>Main:</b> Sam and Aunt Kelly can now set up their camping tent on the [[Thunderbird stone|Camping5x1]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 44</i></b>\n\n[[August Dev Diary|August2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can go see [[Errana|GGDog3x6]] again after her little threesome with her and Svarog.\n* <b>Main:</b> Gwyn can now [[resist|GwynLiam4x1]] taking anything from Liam's hidden treasure trove. He can also [[show his interest|GwynLiam4x3]] in the bonfire party after stealing the pendant.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[lay low|GGParent2x1]] after overhearing her parents' plans to hook up.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyanide can now trade [[Sabine|GGET4x3]] the Appearance Change Potion in return for grouping up.\n* <b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can now [[stick with Kovam's group|GGMonk8x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Helen can now meet [[the principal|HelenJPStart]] instead of Katsuko.\n* Continuing to tweak the color scheme. Hopefully this week the links are a good color so as to be distinct from regular text, readable on the (no longer flat black) background, and not glaring when they're redlinks.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now "sample" MILK Duds at [[Tandy's Candy|GGCandy1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Vidya Witch Cyan can now [[show mercy|GGVW1x1]] (sort of) to "Chocola the elf". The Chocola paths are going to be the first time (outside of Capture) I've decided to make branches converge back together, at least in the training sim areas. I don't intend to do this very often, but for this area it felt like it made more sense.\n* <b>Main</b>: Eric-as-Cypher-in-Jeanne's-body (whew) can now elect to [[wait for rescue|Cypher6x3]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 43</i></b>\n\n[[July Dev Diary|July2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Warrior Cyan can [[make a decision|GGWar2x4]] about the misfit party's plans.\n* <b>Main:</b> When helping Harold for his father, Eric can now discover he's got [[pervy fetishes|HerschelHorse7x2]]. (What, in this game?)\n* <b>Main:</b> The young adult male option Billy has been renamed Gwyn to be more distinctive, and has been started.\n* <b>Main:</b> Warrior Cyan can now [[avoid the other party|GGWar2x2]] as well.\n* <b>Main:</b> Catgirl Erica can now give Freia [[a chomp|RunFF6x9]].\n* <b>Main:</b> After showing himself to Leena and Garri, Eric can declare he [[doesn't want to go back to Earth|StarCirc2x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can now [[fuck Maya's pussy|QOFam4x2]] during the foursome.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 42</i></b>\n\n[[June Dev Diary|June2019DD]]\n\n* Fixed a typo in one of the new catgirl-Erica passages, it was in fact always an all-boys class.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[demand sex|GGParent9x1]] when she blackmails her father.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can also check out the "[[Girlfriend Store|GGMWStart]]" at the mall.\n* <b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can now suggest [[either option|GGMonk8x5]] when her party is being swarmed by Gobberlins.\n* More of Cypher infiltrating the Raptarrans after changing into one.\n* <b>Main:</b> Celeste can now keep her promise to Robert and [[return to Fast Felipe's|CelFiesta1x4]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Celeste also now has [[two other job options|CelesteStart]] at her start.\n* Celeste's last name has also been changed to something more interesting, largely because I couldn't stop thinking of the Alvin & the Chipmunks movie every time one of the new characters called her 'Ms. Miller'.\n* Rewrote a bit after Cyan blackmailing her dad that had been lost in a small crash earlier.\n* <b>Main:</b> Warrior Cyan can now elect to [[explain her situation|GGWar1x1]] to Astoriel.\n\n\n<b><i>Alpha 41</i></b>\n\n[[May Dev Diary|May2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Decided I didn't like the dated update style, so decided to switch it up. Instead from now on, when something new is added to the update, it will be tagged with "Main", when I work on the same thing again later in the update, it won't have that tag. Should make scrolling through the incremental updates and the dev diaries smoother too.\n* <b>Main:</b> There's a new attraction in [[AnimalLand|AnimallandStart]] for Sam to check out.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now decide to [[watch a movie|HollywoodStart]] in HollywoodLand.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now ask Santa for a [[super family|XmasSantaStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Changed Mike's [[soda testing|MikeAppSoda1x1]] option for Cola Crocodile to Guarana Gator and worked on that.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now check out the [[Taimanin Asagi|GGPorn3x1]] clip in her VR porn.\n* <b>Main:</b> When playing the female standard character in the FF7 sim, Erica can choose [[the default name|FF7F1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can use the silver tongue stud to tell female Ranma [[he's going to fuck her|RanStud1x2]]\n\n<b><i>Alpha 40</i></b>\n\n* Side writing.\n* Jamie can now [[get bold with his requests from Tanya|QOKevPorn8x1]].\n* Jamie can declare he [[wants to be seen as a girl|QOBro3x2]] when getting fucked by Emi.\n* Eric has a [[new job opportunity|CC2x2]] in Capital City.\n* A bit of work on [[Easter Town|HEaster4x1]].\n* In the FF7 debug sim, Eric can now set Tifa to [[slutty|FF7X4x1]].\n* Cyan can agree with Orin's suggested marching order [[at the cave|GGMonk8x4]].\n* Cyan can now choose the [[shemale centaur|GGCentaurStart]] option in the Savage Species book.\n* Cyan can now decide to wander around the [[bad part of town|GGCruiseStart]].\n* Jamie can now ask the incubus to turn [[every boy at school|QOInc4x4]] into a sissified boi like him.\n\n\n<b><i>Alpha 39</i></b>\n\n[[March Dev Diary|Mar2019DD]]\n\n* More of Ranma's adventures with [[Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon|FRanX23x1]].\n* Marei and Carrie can [[keep watching|Marei6x1]] the lesbian porn Carrie found in May's room.\n* Eric can now suggest he and Compliant Tifa [[do something perverse|FF7X4x3]]. (Warning: Shota content.)\n* Jamie can now decide to [[not enter Errana's house|QOKevScheme1x4]] while selling chocolate with Kevin.\n* Jamie can now go to the [[school|QOMaya2x3]] in the quest for a condom to fool around with Maya.\n* Eric-Ranma can now throw the [["have a dick"|FRanX23x6]] match with Kira instead of letting her throw it.\n* Eric can now go see Nabiki after sending [["Best Buddy" Ranma|RanPP1x3]] on a fool's errand.\n* After being sentenced to attend the Space Ranger Academy, Cyan can [[go to a bar|GGSR12x2]].\n* "Doctor Deviant" can now use the [[Loyalty Laser|GGMCE6x4]] on her mother.\n* Cyan can now approach the [[guy|GGDog13x1]] she sees jogging in the dog park.\n* Over in SIMFITE, Tenta-Z can now select [[Street Fighter|GG-FF-TZStart]] characters to molest.\n* Cyan can also agree to help with finding [[the Final Worldpath|GGSG1x1]].\n* The doubled-up Cyan can now wind up being [[relocated to Japan|GGAlien4x1]] in a new identity.\n* Shampoo can now choose to try and [[eliminate Ukyo as a rival|ShampooX1x1]].\n* Ascendant Sam can now elect to [[insist on equality|FemPalV3x1]].\n* Replaced the youthful clothes on the Jamie-Amber path with [[party clothes|QOGF1x2]].\n* Jamie can now [[agree|QOKevScheme5x2]] to what's asked of him at the MILF futa-party.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 38</i></b>\n\n[[February Dev Diary|Feb2019DD]]\n\n* The teen options have been renamed to their character names, to bring them into line with the rest of the player characters.\n* Dan can now go sell one of Mr. Black's "[[special creations|YPBB1x2]]". He can also help out with the invention of new stuff.\n* Fairified Eric can plead with her "[[rescuer|MiniEric6x2]]" not to do what he's doing.\n* Cypher can now [[use the genetic sequencer|BadCypher10x6]] after escaping with Striped Trouble. Much earlier on, he can also have Delvan [[unlock the ship|BadCypher3x2]].\n* The default character in the [[Ranma sim|RanXStart]] is now available.\n* Eric can go to the part of the Palladium bridge party that [[Kelly invited him to|Palladium1x1]].\n* Cyan can now [[avoid blaming anyone|GGSR3x3]] when she pleads not guilty at the Space Rangers military tribunal.\n* Monk-in-training Cyan can now [[ditch Jakson|GGMonk1x1]] to approach the adventuring party.\n* Valerie the Witch Princess can now [[refuse to see Thule's sons|ValLib2x1]].\n* Cyan can now take the [[rehab assistant|GGSR5x2]] job on Orison.\n* Cyan can now choose [[Dominating Presence|GGSTief1x1]] from Riara's options for her cheat power.\n* Sam can now poke around in her aunt's [[closet|Camping11x1]].\n* Amanda can now decide to try for [[plane tickets|SKCheerStart]] to the cheerleader training camp.\n* Austin can now tell Bunny [[he'll work with her|Austin5x3]] to help Wonderland recover.\n* Gyaru-fied Austin can now tell Shirou he wants to be [[a complete bitch for cocks|Austin4x7]].\n* Eric-Ranma can now aim for [[the street nearby|FRanX1x1]] after getting Akane-launched.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 37</i></b>\n\n[[January Dev Diary|Jan2019DD]]\n\n* Jamie can now [[stammer aimlessly|QOBro3x1]] when Emi questions his assumption about being on top.\n* He can also choose to deal with his awkwardness at the loft party by [[drinking|QOBro1x4]]\n* Cyan can now select [[Traps on Girls - Uniform Code|GGPorn4x1]] in her VR porn selection. She can also get... [[enthusiastic|GGPorn5x2]] after selecting 'The Violation of Cyan LaChance'.\n* Cyan can now [[check her email|GGCompStart]].\n* Cyan can now buy the [[art tablet|GGME2x1]] from Brightstar Electronics.\n* Eric can now run away [[to the circus|runawaystart]].\n* Eric can now respond with lethal force to [[both bandits|EricMF1x1]] after touching the longsword in the prop museum.\n* Jamie can now elect to [[talk about|QOFam1x1]] his mother's plans for his birthday instead of letting them be a surprise.\n* Cyan has a [[new option|GGParent1x3]] when witnessing her mother kissing a woman after being shooed out of the house.\n* Eric-as-Ukyo can now declare she's going to share the [[Strongman Okonomiyaki|Ukyo1x5]] with Shampoo after proving her strength.\n* Cyan can now summon something to [[bolster her own abilities|GGDS1x4]] when deciding to help the other Defiant escape.\n* The Valerie player character under young adult female is now available.\n* Devious World will now come with an images folder to provide local content. Eventually old images previously embedded in Twine will be restored via this and those currently hosted on imgur will be moved there as well. This may make the download larger but should eliminate problems with website access restrictions and playing offline.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 37</i></b>\n\n<b>January 3, 2018</b>\n* Jamie can now [[stammer aimlessly|QOBro3x1]] when Emi questions his assumption about being on top.\n* He can also choose to deal with his awkwardness at the loft party by [[drinking|QOBro1x4]]\n<b>January 4, 2018</b>\n* More of Jamie and Emi. \n* Cyan can now select [[Traps on Girls - Uniform Code|GGPorn4x1]] in her VR porn selection. She can also get... [[enthusiastic|GGPorn5x2]] after selecting 'The Violation of Cyan LaChance'.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 36</i></b>\n\n[[December Dev Diary|Dec2018DD]]\n\n* And so we head into the last DW build of 2018. And we start with a few things of [[cherub Jamie and the married woman|ChJa2x1]].\n* Eric-as-Commander Erin can now [[agree to let the Raptarran fuck her|TrekF5x3]] in exchange for technological secrets.\n* Eric-Ranma can [[hurry past|FRanX5x3]] or drain the cum-bloated Kasumi in her quest to save Akane.\n* Jamie now has answers to give when visiting [[Honesty's Reward|QODS2x4]].\n* Holly can now [[untie one of the reindeer on her roof|HollyXmas5x2]].\n* Jamie can now agree to [[abandon the normal life|QOSuc3x2]] and run off with Mary.\n* A bit of a classic, [[Anubilis tormenting Rei|HLSenshi20x1]] (with donkey transformation).\n* Some of the options under Maya and Jamie playing with the [[Magic Book|QOMaya1x1]] have been removed for either being too difficult to convey in this medium, or for overlapping too much with other content. Speaking of which, "Magickez Mozt Forbihden" is now available.\n* Cyan can now purchase the [[Lone Survivor|GGMCE8x1]] costume from the clothing emporium.\n* Some stuff for Cyan to do with [[Poison Alter|GG-FF-PAStart]] in SIMFITE.\n* Eric-as-Homura can now [[patrol the halls|Homura1x3]] after taking the palace guard job.\n* Cyan can now elect to [[get some toys|GGParent3x8]] to enhance her toying with Karen.\n* Cyan can suggest she and her mother [[calm down|GGCandy4x1]] after their blue candy-fueled futa fucking.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 35</i></b>\n\n[[November Dev Diary|Nov2018DD]]\n\n* Female Eric-Ranma can now decide she [[can't take the chance|FRanX15x4]] that the demon statue is bluffing about the new curse.\n* Some more work on [[Capture|GGCaptureStart]], such as a few new rooms in the hab and being able to get Tifa with the Reconditioning Rifle.\n* Holly can now go [[check the roof|HollyXmas5x1]] when there arises such a clatter.\n* Jamie can now [[pray for help|QOInc1x3]] on the second night after being molested by the incubus.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 34</i></b>\n\n[[October Dev Diary|Oct2018DD]]\n\n<b>October 15, 2018</b>\n* More work on [[Capture|GGCaptureStart]].\n<b>October 16, 1018</b>\n* Capture!\n* Also split off everything pre-Alpha 32 into another page, the main version history was getting unwieldy.\n<b>October 17, 2018</b>\n* Capture Capture Capture.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 33</i></b>\n\n[[September Dev Diary|Sep2018DD]]\n\n* Some small formatting updates.\n* Cyan can take part in the "[[helicopter parent|GGDog10x4]]" program at the Winterbury Kennel.\n* Cyan can also take the [[GoPro|GGDog5x3]] she was wearing due to dreams of Svarog over to Leslie's.\n* As a Rakshasa tiefling, Cyan can [[continue her relationship with Vera|GGTief3x5]].\n* Jamie can choose to deal with crowd overload by [[hiding|QOBro1x4]] during his brother's party.\n* Eric the boy fairy can now elect to become Queen Tania's [[King Consort|MiniEric2x7]].\n* Girl fairy Eric can now elect to try and [[push the pike back in the water|MiniEric4x2]], or [[fly off in a panic|MiniEric1x2]] after first being changed.\n* Vidya witch Cyan can make a fighting game, [[SIMFITE|GGCandy5x9]]\n* [[Wilma and Tanya|WilmaFun3x1]] can explore a bit more of Felipe's Funland.\n* Cyan and friends can go looking for the room with all the statues, AKA the [[art gallery|GGHH13x1]], in the haunted house.\n* One of the other books Wilma found in [[the library|WilmaLibraryStart]] can be read. There's also some more stuff under Animus Vox.\n* Jamie can now elect to provide [[Denver Sunrise|QOKevPorn7x2]] for the goth Halloween party.\n* Holly can now decide she will indeed [[become a witch|HollyWitch1x2]] when Zane suggests it.\n* Cyan has a reaction to Leslie's altered appearance after [[smearing glowing moss|GGHH4x5]] on herself.\n* Demon-Cyan can go see [[the owner of the haunted house|GGHH24x2]].\n* After Holly adds fog powder to the Pumpkin Punch, she has redone options (and one selectable) [[with Felicity and Selina|HollyOct4x1]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 32</i></b>\n\n[[August Dev Diary|Aug2018DD]]\n\n* Cyan has several options for [[pursuing criminals|GGSR1x2]] as a Space Ranger.\n* She can also [[agree to split up|GGSR6x10]] on the bunker mission in the Dark Sector. Or she can [[pass Rakell's door|GGSR7x4]] in the ag sector. Or, she can [[become a prostitute|GGSR5x2]] in the city sector.\n* Cyan can also browse the [[sales ads|GGDLStart]] on Devilist.\n* The demon version of Cyan can elect to turn poor captive Leslie into a "[[Meat Forge|GGHH6x4]]", or she can [[keep up her deception|GGHH16x2]] much longer. Inversely, human Cyan can start pondering ways to [[get rid of|GGHH10x2]] demon-Leslie.\n* In [[the D&D books|GGDDStart]], the Complete Bard has been started, and the Complete Wizard has been changed to the Complete Mage (with the original option becoming the Apprentice archetype).\n* After catching him banging Karen at the phone store, Cyan can now elect to blackmail [[her dad|GGParent3x2]] instead.\n* Cyantaur can now [[offer her friends as tribute|GGCentaur5x6]] to Sleipnir.\n* Cyan can play the [[Twilight Sparkle|GGPorn3x4]] VR porn video.\n* Cyan can pick the [[Bubblegum Pink|GGLing1x1]] lingerie as her gift. There's also a continuation of her issues with the [[Blood Wine|GGLing2x1]] lingerie.\n* Cyan can buy the [[Doctor Deviant|GGMCE6x1]] costume at Missus Mazorium's.\n* More stuff of Cyan going to [[Oz|GGOzStart]]. (Currently she and Glinda are not getting along.)\n* The [[east wing of the mall|GGMallStart]] is now populated by various stores, several of which have beginner content.\n* Jamie can now [[go visit his brother|QOFamStart]].\n* Eric's greatsword option in the museum has been replaced by a [[longsword|PropMuseumWeapLowTech]].\n* Anubilis can now give Rei the best ([[and last|HLSenshi14x2]]) orgasm of her life.\n \n[[Pre-32 Updates|VersionHistoryOld]]

Sarah keeps her distance for the rest of the day, avoiding you while you lay peacefully on your air vent, warmed by both it and the afterglow of a job well done. Obviously she mentions nothing to her husband when he gets home... instead, she spends most of the evening urging him to make love to her that night. Once they're both in there and the door is closed, you slip up and listen in, doggy ears perking. Sarah's enthusiastic noises seem... particularly fake to you. She seems to be trying to convince herself more than her husband, as you hear no particular enthusiasm from him.\n\nThe next morning Sarah looks rather frustrated and huffy... looks like your master couldn't do the job. She still keeps her distance from you, but whenever she does pass she glances at you rather furtively, eyes drawn between your hind legs, before she blushes and yanks her gaze away. That's how it goes for the rest of the day, especially once your master calls to say he'll be late. When he returns he announces that he's tired and grabbed some fast food on the way home, and promptly falls into bed and goes to sleep. The next morning Sarah seems more fidgety and nervous than before, and wanders into the room to glance at you again and again. Eventually not long after noon, she breaks down, calling on you to follow her and heading upstairs. There she peels out of her pants and settles shakily to all fours, giving her full ass a wiggle towards you, and then a reflexive yelp as you leap up onto her back and thrust into her. But soon she's moaning and whimpering beneath you, her sodden, eager pussy clenching around your glistening red cock as you once again make her your bitch.\n\nSomething like that pattern repeats for the next few months. At first, immediately after getting a good hard doggy-dicking, Sarah will coax her husband into fucking her too, apparently hoping that he'll outperform you and she can go back to just craving him. But he never manages to make her get off once, to judge by things, let alone the multiple times you make her cream every time you fuck her. After only a few weeks she stops trying that, but she still usually spends a day or two semi-avoiding you in guilt afterwards. But she always breaks down, and soon you're being pulled into the bathroom, or the bedroom, or the guest room.\n\nBut over time her resistance more and more gradually breaks down. At first, it's that she stops spending those days wracked with guilt between your encounters, and instead every day she hauls off her bottoms and lets you leap onto her back to pound her pussy and pump it full of dog cum. Then it's that she stops being so dilligent about pulling you away into some private area and locking the door, and instead is more willing to fuck you wherever she finds you when the urge for a good fuck strikes, whether that's the living room or pool area or back yard. In fact some mornings she can barely wait to see your master's car pull out of the driveway and disappear down the street from the kitchen window, before she's shoving her jeans around her knees and getting on all fours, moaning eagerly at the feel of your big dog dick slamming inside her.\n\nThe years pass, with you looking at Sarah as your horny bitch in heat, and Sarah looking at you as her favorite sex toy. She seems content enough, though, and if your master ever suspects the reason that his wife has stopped bothering him for sex, he doesn't let on. One day, you find yourself abruptly blurring through the air, and standing once more on a fluffy cloud... on two legs, no less. You blink, focusing on Kariel in front of you. "What happened?"\n\n"The ten years are up! Whatever is going to happen that needed the conditions met will happen, and you're not needed anymore. We can just let things take care of themselves, now."\n\n... Huh. A little abrupt, but you guess that's just the way it is sometimes. Still, you doubt that Sarah and Bull will stop fucking like mad any time soon. "So, I did okay?"\n\n"A very direct and kind of unsubtle job, but hey, there's nothing wrong with that. As long as the mission's completed, right?" Kariel winks at you, then reaches out to pat your butt. "You did fine. I think you're going to make a very serviceable cherub and are ready to start picking and guiding your own jobs from the available roster completely. Got your notebook?" Once you realize you do in fact have the red book she handed you before, she continues. "That will always have the info you need in it."\n\nYou open it up, flipping through the pages and pausing briefly. "What's this here? That says '<b>Cherub Jamiel</b> end - <i>Addicted to Puppy Love</i>'?"\n\n"Oh, that, those get put in sometimes, kind of a line break between jobs. No clue who comes up with 'em, they're sort of like a kind of obtuse performance review I guess. Anyway, whenever you're ready, you can [[pick some other mission|ChJaMissions1]] to run."

Giving a low moan, you lean in towards the pigman and begin tonguing his huge balls, slurping and sucking at them sluttishly while looking up at him, drawing back just enough to murmur, "Then I want to be your sow, Master."\n\nThe turkeyman backs away as the pig grunts in a pleased manner, smirking down at you. "That right, whore? You want to be my little glazed ham?"\n\n"Ohhhh yes, Master, please," you groan, nuzzling up under his balls to let them rest on your face and licking at his sweaty taint.\n\nSnorting and giving a few light oinks, the pigman just lets you worship him with your tongue for a few more moments before he pulls away. Laying on his back on the floor, he tucks his hands behind his head, watching you lazily as he announces, "Well, I'm not doing the work, so you better show what a good sow you'll be!"\n\nYou eagerly climb atop his prick, sinking it into your well-fucked pussy and shaking your hips as you glide all the way down on him. Running your hands luxuriously over his fat belly, you begin bouncing and working yourself over his cock in the hopes of maximizing his pleasure while he does absolutely nothing but give you a smug, condescending look. Your cunt already fluttering and squeezing around him at the idea of being treated like that every day for the rest of forever, you begin bouncing even harder, starting to snort with eagerness as your nose turns upward and your ears grow, getting floppier as they get longer at the tops. Your big, bouncing tits begin to grow larger, and at the same time floppier, as another set starts growing in beneath them... and another below that, little sprouts of nipples starting to push outward into fat, floppy tits as well. The bottom set soon grows large enough to jiggle against the top of your belly as it too grows, pudging out and putting on an extra layer of fat.\n\nYour already generous ass begins slapping against the pigman's lap with louder impacts as it too grows fatter and rounder, jiggling and shaking with even more energy than before, even as a little pink curlicue tail begins pushing out above it. Pink spreads out from the base of the tail, gradually covering your body as you pound yourself on your pig mate's prick, your pink piggy pussy gobbling it up like it was slop. Your eyes roll up in your head, your tongue lolling out with an idiotic smile on your muzzle as your nose pushes outward into it. Your hands come up to rub against your tits, running up and down over all three pairs even as your fingers fuse into two and a thumb on each hand, nails turning into hard hooves tipping each one. \n\n"Squeeee! Squeeee!" you squeal out happily, settling into oinks and moans between your squeals as you ride your mate's powerful pig pole. Reaching back you give your fat pink ass a few good slaps to make sure it shakes against his lap, looking down at him with pure adoring lust on your stupid pig face as you bounce atop him. Finally he gives a low, snorting grunt as his prick starts gushing inside you, making you throw back your head and give a long, loud squeal as the last of your attachment to your human life leaves you.\n\nYou have become a fuckpig. Happy Thanksgiving.\n\n<hr>\n[[The end.|HollyNov1axEnd]]

You lounge in the chair that was previously Lauriel's, lightly twisting a glass of her finest wine back and forth in your fingers. You've assumed your old human form... well, maybe you really did make the boobs a bit bigger... and pulled on a long, thin robe of purple silk. No reason to spring everything on the girls at once, after all.\n\nHaving responded to a text message from Lauriel's phone, your school minions make their way into the room in a clump... and jerk to a halt at the sight of you.\n\n"Layla?" Becky asks. "You... I thought you..." She glances at your bare neck, then around the room. "Um, where's Lauriel?"\n\n"Dethroned," you declare, sipping from your glass of wine. "I'm back to being top bitch, girls."\n\nMost of them let out sighs of relief, and Dinah actually starts crying a little. You don't blame her, really. Of course, you're not sure whether you're actually going to call off Lauriel's plans to have your cousin seduce the chief of police or not, but no need to tell her that just yet.\n\n"She was... really messing with our heads, wasn't she?" Becky murmurs, moving a hand to her lower back and wincing a little. "Like, the way we just jumped to do all of her orders, that wasn't normal, was it?"\n\n"No. She had weird powers and she put something in that wine she gave us. This stuff, though, is perfectly safe, promise you," you declare, gesturing at the round table draped in a gleaming silver tablecloth, wine glasses arrayed around the rim. "Why don't we all have a glass to celebrate?"\n\nA few look wary, but most laugh and start towards the table. You smirk... now's the time to establish that when you said you were top bitch, you didn't mean like you were before. You hold up a hand. "Oh, wait, first, lemme show you guys a quick magic trick." That draws them up short, and you lean forward, snagging the edge of the tablecloth. "You've seen this one right? The guy yanks the tablecloth and leaves everything on it upright?" With that, using superhuman speed and accuracy, you haul away the cloth, the wine glasses barely vibrating as the table beneath is revealed.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/npXqMvj.jpg>\n\n"Tada~!"\n\n<b>Lauriel's Slave</b> end - <i>The motion is tabled</i>

"Um, not long after I got to school today, I started feeling like... hot, and then chills, and kinda sick to my stomach, so..."\n\nThe rhino-man grunts, another snort escaping his nostrils. "Little early for the flu, but I take the chance and I'd be the one to catch hell. Fine, fine, Kinsington, head to the nurse's office, but I hear you ditched out and didn't go there, you'll catch Hell."\n\nNodding quickly, you get up and leave the office, heading back into the school building. Actually ditching and hiding out somewhere is the furthest thing from your mind... that's a bit too much lawlessness for you. Instead you head towards the nurse's office, which you've been to before several times. Unlike the nurse's office at your old school, which was a rather claustrophobic room barely bigger than the coach's office, and most of that taken up by a cot, apparently someone at this school had either been to Japan or had watched a little too much anime since this is set up more like the nurse's offices from that, a fairly sizeable room with decent little beds separated by curtain dividers. "Um, nurse Rina?" you call quietly as you step in.\n\n"Be right there!" the familiar nurse's voice replies. A moment later she steps out from one of the little bed alcoves, and you can't really help but stare. You've seen people who have become a lot of different species since Maya cast the spell, but this is the first time you've seen someone who turned into a fictional one. Still, despite the overall fox-like look of her, the bright yellow fur, black-tipped ears, slightly large hands and digigrade stance is sort of hard to miss. She pads over, barefoot, her doctor's coat coming down to about halfway down her thighs and buttoned closed in front, her thick white ruff spilling over the top unbuttoned button a bit. "Hello, Jamie, what seems to be the problem today?" she asks, reaching up to adjust the black-rimmed glasses perched on her slender muzzle.\n\n"Um..." Your brain has been thoroughly derailed by trying to process the fact that apparently the mix of 'aesthetically pleasing' and 'fitting' that you've seen people turn into extends to what names sound like and cartoon species, and you wind up struggling for your reply.\n\n<hr>\n[[Repeat the symptoms you gave earlier.|QOBook16x2]]\n\n[[Plead exhaustion.|QOBook]]\n\n[[Fess up.|QOBook]]

"Uh, I, I was feeling hot and cold, and, kinda sick to my stomach," you stammer, trying to get yourself back on the rails. \n\n"Hm, oh dear, that does sound kind of flu-like," Nurse Rina murmurs, bringing a hand up to her chin and looking you up and down. "Well, go ahead and lay down in the first alcove, I'll be over shortly."\n\nRelieved, you walk over and step behind the first curtain divider, before settling onto your back on the small metal-framed bed, resting your hands on your belly. You're not sure how long your little deception will hold out, but at this point you've almost certainly avoided changing for gym class, which is enough for you. About a minute later Nurse Rina makes her way in, tail flicking up and back as she settles onto the stool next to the bed. She clicks a plastic cover over the thermometer she's holding, then tucks it into your ear, which flicks a few times at the stimulation in the time it takes to beep.\n\n"Hm, you don't have a fever," she murmurs in a mildly suspicious tone as she checks the readout, tapping one black-clawed fingertip against her cheek. "You said the symptoms started this morning?"\n\n"Well, I mean, maybe last night, I didn't sleep very well," you add, since it is sort of true, and that way you figure you can play it off as just being tired.\n\n"So unable to sleep, feverish feelings, stomach not sitting well," the nurse muses, rubbing the underside of her muzzle. "Tell me, any feelings of anxiety, or jitteriness?"\n\nThat's sort of your default state anyway, so you nod. "Yeah, I guess."\n\n"I see, I see. Tell me, Jamie, when was the last time you had sex?"\n\nYour brain threatens to bluescreen again. Your tail, which had been starting to flick back and forth over the side of the bed as you gradually relaxed, goes still and puffs out again. "... Buh?"\n\n"Sex, Jamie, when was the last time you copulated?" the yellow-furred vixen presses gently, as if that were the most normal question in the world.\n\n"I... haven't?" you answer, a little too stunned to think of another, more proper answer.\n\nHer eyes actually widen at that and she draws back a little. "A virgin, at your age? My word, no wonder you're not feeling well! You must be backed up something awful! You're at least masturbating several times a day, aren't you?!"\n\nEven the oversexed nature of the world you've found yourself in hasn't really prepared you for this. You stammer wordlessly briefly, then admit, "I mean... not for like, maybe a week?" After the change to your body, you were a little too weirded-out to do so. You were curious, admittedly, and especially with all the stimulation, but you kept finding your mind wandering to places you found... a little odd.\n\nNurse Rina is apparently so shocked by that she actually drops the thermometer, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth. "A week?! You haven't orgasmed in a week?! My word, I'm surprised you're able to concentrate enough to form sentences, a boy your age and not climaxing in a week! This simply will <i>not</i> do," she asserts firmly, leaning forward and crisply undoing the button of your pants.\n\n"Uh, hey?!" you squeak as she grips your zipper with two claws and smoothly pulls it down, revealing the growing bulge in the front of your underwear. "Y-y-y-you-!"\n\n"Young man, I don't care if you're the rare four-leafed clover that is 'shy'," Nurse Rina says in a scolding tone as she bats away your reaching hands and instead tucks her large fingers under the front of the waistband of your underwear, hauling it up and down to bare your stiffening prick and fuzzy white balls. "A boy your age who's not having intercourse at least a few times a week is not going to be able to concentrate properly in school, and that's that! Now," she continues, making you gasp as she wraps that hand around your stiff prick and starts stroking. "I can either properly set you on the path of sex, or you must at least release all this pressure with the machine!"\n\n<hr>\n[[A-alright...|QOBook]]\n\n[[... 'The machine'?|QOBook]]

Tandy smiled and approached the counter as the customer walked up, looking past the glass at the petite blonde. "Good afternoon, I'm Tandy!"\n\n"Um, hi, my name's Leslie."\n\n"Well, Leslie, what sort of tasty sweet treat brings you in today?" Tandy chirped, glancing down at the ice cream tubs in front of her. "A scoop, a cookie, a bag of-"\n\n"Actually," Leslie interrupted, frowning a little. "I'm looking for my friend Cyan. It's been months and nobody's seen her. But I heard from somebody that she might have come in here not long before she disappeared, so I wanted to come and ask if you know where she might be."\n\n"Cyan... Cyan..." Tandy murmured, tapping a nail gently against her lower lip, before she smiled brightly again. "Oh, pretty girl, blue-tipped hair, a bit gothy?"\n\n"Yeah!" Leslie's eyes lit up, and she leaned against the glass window separating them. "Have you seen her?!"\n\n"She did come in, that's true. I made her what was, at the time, one of our newest attractions, the Jersey Devil Shake. New then, of course, but in an hour or so they'll be lined up almost out the door for them. They've become <i>extremely</i> popular over the last few months. Usually by closing time I've sold dozens of them, one day I sold 227, can you imagine!" Tandy sighed happily, laying a hand against her cheek. "It never would have been possible if I hadn't automated the process, but at this point I'm almost afraid that it's going to strain the production, especially after that piece in the magazine gets published next week. Demand's going to double, easily, and-"\n\n"Uh, my friend?" Leslie interrupted, frowning a little.\n\n"Oh, right, of course! I'm sorry dear, I haven't seen her face since that day," Tandy replied, spreading her hands and shrugging, tits wobbling slightly. "She came in, had a milkshake, and now, well. You never know, dear, people go through changes sometime, maybe she found somewhere she fit in more neatly, or gained some sort of permanent position with a business she didn't tell anyone else about."\n\n"... Maybe." Leslie shook her head, sighing. "Sorry to bother you, I guess."\n\n"Oh, it's no bother, and I wish I could do more about reuniting you with your friend! Actually, on that note," Tandy said brightly, bending to retrieve a chilled tumbler. "Why don't I make you a Jersey Devil Shake as well? On the house!"\n\n"Er, no thanks, I-"\n\n"Come now, dear, what could it hurt? I'll make it for you exactly the way I made hers. It might put you in the same frame of mind it put her in, and before you know it you could be side-by-side, together again!"\n\n"... Well... okay," Leslie allowed finally, nodding. "If you think it could help me get together with Cyan again."\n\n"Darling, I guarantee it," Tandy answered with a wink, sliding open the lid of the ice cream freezer and plucking up the scoop, bringing it towards the chocolate cherry swirl bin.\n\n<b>Tandy's Candy</b> end - <i>Devils in the dark</i>

You're kind of liking the sound of this "Huntress" thing. Even if they have you hunting down <i>dangerous</i> animals, that's still got to be better than fighting other people with guns and bombs, right? Plus if the poster's not just bullshit, it comes with some pretty high status. Besides, you like the poster girl's style... she's the only one not dressed in fatigues. Even if you have to wear exactly that instead of getting to choose your own outfit, it's still better than those boring-ass fatigues. Nodding to yourself, you turn back to Kagura. "I want to become a Huntress, I think."\n\n"Woo, tough choice," Kagura says, rubbing her chin again as she looks at the poster, and briefly making you reconsider. Then she grins. "Still, that's where most people with a big sense of individuality seem to wind up," she says cheerfully, putting a hand on your shoulder and guiding you to the doorway between the two posters advertising the Huntress position. "You have to learn to work as a team, of course, but otherwise you can sort of build your own individual style and look, which a lot of people appreciate."\n\nThat's making you feel better, and you actually perk up a bit as the two of you walk down the hallway. You emerge into a weird-looking round room ringed by what look like big open-fronted tubes of some sort. Some of them have what look like lockers sitting in them, while others are simply empty, as if waiting for something. Kagura-sensei walks over to a desk that's beside the entrance and slides behind it, turning on the computer and starting to type. "Alright, just a minute while I fill in your vital statistics from your transfer record, here. Mm-hm, mm-hm. Ah, what weapon do you use?"\n\n"Weapon?" you reply, blankly. "I thought they issued you a... weapon, or whatever?"\n\n"Hoo, you're really going in green, aren't you? Maybe we should find something else for-" She blinks as her computer makes a tone... from the type, probably an instant message of some sort. She quirks an eyebrow. "No, apparently the headmaster over there is really interested in you. I'm being told to send you along immediately. That's interesting." She shrugs, then stands and walks over to one of the lockers to open it. "Alright, let's see. Don't actually have much of a selection at the moment, and can't give you anything too complex anyway if you're just learning. Guess you'll have to develop your own style as you go. Ah, hey, here we go!"\n\nShe pulls out what you suppose you should have expected... a katana. Though the sheath is kind of interesting-looking... it's layered in sections, making it look almost like the roof of a Japanese house but, obviously, laying a bit flatter and thinner. Kagura-sensei unsheaths the blade a few inches to inspect it, nods, then slides it back in before handing it over. "Here you go. You should be able to figure this out as you go, it's pretty simple."\n\nYou accept the weapon a little dubiously, never even really having held a sword before. But the sheath and handle are in colors of deep purple and black... coincidentally your favorite colors, though you've always been careful not to wear too much of them lest you come off as goth-y. It has a coiled-up belt, which you fiddle with to get put on... and are surprised when it automatically adjusts to fit you perfectly.\n\n"There, see, I think it likes you," Kagura-sensei says with a little chuckle, returning to the desk. "Okay, got that filled in. Go ahead and step into the tube labeled '1', if you would, Mercer-san."\n\n"Okay?" You step over and up onto the slightly raised platform under the tube, turning to face back out. "So what does this thing do, scan me to take my measurements or something?"\n\n"No, that launches you to the other planet where the Huntress academy is," Kagura-sensei answers cheerfully.\n\n"... Wait, what?"\n\n"Happy hunting!" she chirps, tapping a key. Your head snaps upward as a swirling portal opens above you, and the platform under your feet sends you flying up and into it.\n\n<hr>\n[[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!|MeanRWBY1x1]]

You walk into the Weaponry Exhibit. Some wit has set it up so that when you step inside, a sound clip of the guy from Demolition Man saying "You are now entering the Hall of Violence" plays. Well, you have to admit, it's not an inaccurate name. From the moment you walk in there's all sorts of amazing-looking weaponry hanging on the walls, sitting in cases, and in some cases right out on display. \n\nSome of these you recognize, some of them you don't. It looks like a lot of them are from cheesy low-budget movies that just happened to have neat-looking weaponry in them. Heck, some of them don't even <i>have</i> movies listed, they're just hung up along with similar weapons to look cool, it seems.\n\nThere's a ton of stuff here to see. What do you want to focus on first?\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Low-Tech Weapons.|PropMuseumWeapLowTech]]\n\n[[Modern Weapons.|PropMuseumWeapModern]]\n\n[[High-Tech Weapons.|PropMuseumWeapHiTech]]

Your name is Marei, and you're a woman of thirty-eight years. You've often been complimented on looking rather younger, which you can probably attribute to your Asian genes (which is also how you explain your dark blue hair, much to some peoples' confusion). You have long purple hair, large blue eyes and a pretty face, and though you've definitely put on some padding around your hips and ass over the years, it's mostly stayed in a nice, round shape rather than experiencing much sagging or folding. And then there's your chest... that's always been your stand-out feature, even you'd have to admit, your breasts sizeable enough that even most straight women can't help but stare the first time they meet you. \n\n<img src="images/Marei1.jpg">\n\n(Yes yes, now get dressed you, you have a lot to do today.)\n\nNot that you've had anyone's hands on them except your own in a good long time, unfortunately. After your husband passed away some years ago, you never really got back into that whole "dating" thing, always having something else occupying your time and attention. Primarily, of course, that's your-\n\n<hr>\n[[-daughter.|Marei]]\n\n[[-daughters.|Marei]]\n\n[[-son.|Marei1x1]]\n\n[[-sons.|Marei]]

"Nah," you answer, grinning and snickering at the question. It doesn't bother you or creep you out, you just find it kind of hilarious. Stoner boner, heheheheh.\n\n"Uh, right, duder, like, me neither'n'junk," Harry answers with a cough. You toootally believe him, dude.\n\nIn any event, the two of you sit there puffing along happily, until the door suddenly swings open, making both you and the mascot jump in surprise. Herschel Horse is standing in the doorway, managing to look really pissed off despite the fact that his head carries a permanent smile.\n\n"Just what in tarnation are you fellers doin'?! I've warned ya before 'bout this sorta behavior, Harold T. Horse!" the older horse mascot bellows. He storms across the room and grabs Harry by the collar of his jacket, hauling him to his feet and dragging him over to the bed. "I warned ya what'd happen if ya did it again!"\n\n"But, like, dad!" Harry protests futilely as he's yanked across his father's lap. You're just staring in shock, too amazed at the little drama playing out in front of you to move from your seat on the beanbag. Herschel yanks Harry's jeans down, and you're extra surprised to see a big floppy pink horse dong made of the same material as the rest of the mascot suit fall free, as well as baring rounded brown felt asscheeks.\n\n"This's gonna hurt me more'n'you!" Herschel rages as he begins bringing his white-gloved hand down on his son's bared ass. You wouldn't think the statement was true by the way Harry starts wailing and crying like a little kid. The spanks are surprisingly loud and authentic-sounding, considering that they're cloth-on-cloth. But Harry stays positioned on his father's lap, his crying settling down into little gasps at the impact of Herschel's hand on his ass, and you think you even catch him moaning once or twice.\n\nFinally Herschel finishes, and Harry slips off his lap, sitting on his hip on the floor and sniffling. Herschel's big smiling head raises to focus on you, and you can tell he's still ticked. He points a white-gloved finger at you. "Ya were just as guilty as 'im, get over 'ere fer your turn!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Take it like a man.|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[No way! Fight it any way you can!|HaroldHorse17x1]]

You pretty much only came because you apparently promised Marius, rather than any enthusiasm for checking out the building itself. Informing the receptionist that you'll wait, you head over to one of the surprisingly plush leather chairs and settle into it, playing around on your phone as you wait.\n\nMaybe twenty minutes later the front doors slide open again and Marius walks in, actually wearing an honest-to-god lab coat over a blue turtleneck and black slacks. "Oh, Gwyn, good, you turned up!" he says cheerfully as you get up and walk over. He gives your hand a quick shake then gestures you towards one of the elevators. "Come on up with me to my office in IAS."\n\n"You have an office?" you ask in mild confusion as you both step into the elevator and he taps in a PIN on a keypad before hitting the button. "I thought you were a student."\n\n"I am, a doctorate student. But Investigative Applied Science brings in a lot of money for the university," he explains as the elevator moves upwards (surprisingly smoothly and quietly, every other elevator you've encountered on campus except maybe the admin building seemed like it was a load of heavy seniors away from dropping like a rock). "So those of us who head up important research projects get lots of benefits."\n\n"So, what, you design orbital space lasers or something?" you ask as you follow him out and into a hallway lined with glass walls into offices, some of which have gone opaque indicating that they're those fancy electro-tinting windows. "Until you realize it's actually an orbital <i>death</i> laser and fill someone's house with popcorn instead?"\n\n"Heh, yes, everyone in the department's seen that movie, I'm pretty sure. No doubt some of what we do here does have military applications but hey, we're not so naive not to realize that. Science and war have a long, long history together, trying to unentangle them would be like trying to extract the caffeine from coffee after you'd already brewed it." The office he leads you into isn't particularly large, at least by your estimation, but is still a bit bigger than some of the teacher's offices you've seen. It has a decent view out over part of the campus, too, which Marius turns his back to as he half-sits on the edge of his desk and looks at you. "Anyway, last night you mentioned you haven't chosen a major, and I was hoping to encourage you to find a place here in IAS."\n\n"Uh." You blink. "My grades in science were never too shabby, sure, but I'm not sure they're quite 'working on bleeding-edge inventions' levels. Would I really qualify for something like that?"\n\n"Not as you are right now, admittedly, but if you joined my division like I want you to, you'd get there very fast. I head up what's referred to as the 'Med'... the Mental Enhancement Division." Marius grins, eyes twinkling a bit with zeal as he continues. "We've already discovered reliable techniques for awakening the potential of the human mind, resulting in people with abilities that used to just be the stuff of sci-fi. Last night was partly me sizing you up to see if you have the potential, and you do. Within the hour you could take the treatment that would unlock your mind... at the very least, your intellect would increase, you'd get an eidetic memory, and your ability to focus on tasks as well as multitasking would skyrocket, so you'd never have to worry about passing your classes again. But you'd also most likely gain... well, powers. Telepathy, telekinesis, biological alteration, maybe even others."\n\n<hr>\n[[Doubt, but keep an open mind.|GwynPsi1x1]]\n\n[[Leap at the chance.|GwynBot1x1]]\n\n[[Mock the entire idea.|Gwyn]]

A lot's happened since you walked into the library back in Deviville this morning. Letting all of it start to sink in, you close your eyes and fall heavily asleep, the last sensation you're really aware of being to settle heavily onto the mattress and pillow.\n\nYou wake up to an ache in your arms, back, and hips. Wincing, you open your eyes, then blink repeatedly. You're definitely not in your inn room... this is a dimly-lit stone chamber, slightly dank despite the fire burning in a simple hearth. The reason you've got aches is that you've been stripped naked and fastened into a set of metal restraints attached to one wall that force you forward with your arms bent back behind you, your hands completely encased, your legs held at an awkward angle. It would be almost impossible to move at all like this, let alone attempt escape.\n\nThere's only one other person with you in the room, a woman with skin so black that she almost fades into the long shadows cast by the fire and the few meager pieces of furniture. Her long, snowy-white hair makes her at least slightly visible, as does the bright red band of cloth across her breast and the tiny pair of matching red panties she's wearing. Noticing you're awake, she rises smoothly from the simple wooden chair by the fire and sashays over, her eyes red circles in the darkness... even her sclera are black! Once she gets close enough, you can pick out the pointed ears... this must be a Drow. She smiles at you, raising a hand and running fingertips lightly down your throat and between your breasts.\n\n"No need to fear, precious... just yet, anyway."\n\nYou start to demand answers from her, then press your lips together. That's way too cliche... if she's going to tell you anything, she'll tell you anyway, and if she's not she won't no matter how much you ask.\n\n"Hm, smart or defiant? Maybe a little of both, I think, I like that." The Drow steps back a bit, still smiling at you as she continues. "Cyan, isn't it? I was watching you when you solved that puzzle. I was actually rather impressed, that was the first time you'd seen one of <i>our</i> tests, was it not? You seem like you have a lot of talent."\n\n"And you want me to use that talent for you," you venture, a bit acidly. "If so, you've got a funny way of asking."\n\n"Mm, well, if you agree to help I'll certainly apologize," she answers just as smoothly... and making obvious the implication that if you don't agree, she'll be doing something like the opposite of apologizing. She reaches out and runs her hands lightly up and down your sides, just a light caress, though it makes you shiver some at the sensation. "I belong to the Shadow Sisterhood... a group of assassins, I'm sure you can gather. One of the members of the adventuring party you've joined has discovered a secret that a very powerful, very rich person doesn't want them knowing, and has proof of that secret on their person. Since you've already ingratiated yourself to them, we'd like you to search out who it is, retrieve the evidence, and silence its owner permanently."\n\n"And I guess what's in it for me is 'not being tortured' or 'not dying', right?" you answer flatly.\n\n"There is that, but if you do a good job, there are certainly other benefits." The drow laughs softly, a brief flash of white teeth showing before she covers her mouth with one hand. "At the very least, you'll earn part of our pay for this job, and may keep the items we give you to help with it. And if you like, you can join our organization. There are many, many benefits to it... wealth and pleasures almost beyond imagining. As well as the love and adoration of your sisters," she adds in a purr, dipping down and gently kissing one of your nipples, making you gasp. Then she straightens up, almost nose-to-nose with you as she asks, "Well? What will it be, precious?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll never betray the party!|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[You'll do it, but you won't like it.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Band of lesbian assassins, sounds like fun!|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

"You're gonna leave right now, buddy!" you declare, pointing at him angrily and (without thinking) thumping a foot against the ground. Which probably hurts your toughness image since it makes your tits bounce beneath your vest. "Or things are going to get rough!" \n\n"'Rough'? Seriously?" Dasher looks at you more incredulously than anything else, looking up and down your soft, curvy body, then glancing down at his own big, broad toned one, before giving you a smile that looks more tolerant than anything else, which just stokes your anger higher. "Now, calm down bun..."\n\n"Don't tell me to calm down! You asked for it!" you shout.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hit him with the pink egg!|HEaster]]\n\n[[Hit him with the blue egg!|HEaster]]\n\n[[Hit him with the green egg!|HEaster3x2]]\n\n[[Hit him with your mad kung fu skillz!|HEaster]]

"Alright, here's the deal, Chocola," you say, holding up a finger. "I did say you'd have to work off that 1000 gold you wanted, and you haven't made anywhere near that much."\n\n"B-but you said-!"\n\n"I know, and I <i>am</i> going to let you out. But the world has changed a lot while you've been in here... you can't just go back to your old life anymore, can you? Can you even remember what that was? What job you had? Who was President?"\n\n"I... w-well, no." Chocola's ears droop a bit as she pouts. "But what are you saying? That I have to become your, what, your... employee?"\n\n"I was thinking more 'agent'. You see the whole reason I stuck you in here was that I'm what's called a wicked witch, and it was part of building my power. Well I've become very powerful since then, but if I want to keep being powerful and doing what I want, it requires a lot of tasks I don't always want to bother doing myself. For that I employ, create, or enslave agents. I send them out on all sorts of interesting missions to do what I need done... I promise you that you won't be bored!"\n\nShe hesitates for only the briefest of moments, before nodding quickly. "Yeah, fine, sure, whatever, as long as I can get out of here!"\n\n"Heheh, alright. I'll bring you out in about an hour, and I mean it this time, it won't be two hours."\n\n"Wait, one hour not two what, what do you mean, does that mean when you said a century it was-"\n\nYou log out before she can finish, sitting up and lifting the helmet off her head. "Alright, Mavis, let's set up a bioprinter and an energy transfer, I tagged one of the souls in the server for moving."\n\n"Very good, ma'am."\n\nAbout ninety minutes later, Chocola gasps loudly and sits bolt upright in the bioprinter cylinder, looking back and forth with grey eyes wide. She starts to scramble out of it before you move to put your hands on her slender shoulders. "Easy, easy, take it easy."\n\n"Bwuh... wha... huh?" She blinks at you a few times, before you help her out and stand up. "I'm... back in the real world?" she asks, glancing around.\n\n"Mhm, in a brand new body. Take a look at yourself," you urge, moving her over in front of an old-fashioned mirror you had set up.\n\nShe blinks a few times as you step away, reaching her hands up to run her hands over her shoulder-length white hair, then down over her slight breasts and slim hips. "You made me all... y'know... not-curvy," she notes in a confused tone.\n\n"I just moved the body sliders all the way down instead of all the way up." At her startled glance, you smirk and hold up your hands. "Kidding, kidding. Actually your new body can change its dimensions pretty freely, this is just the 'default'... meant more for action and stealth and not getting too noticed."\n\n"I'm still an elf, though?" she asks with a bit of a frown, reaching up to pluck a bit at one long, pointed ear, and giving a squeak to find that's apparently pleasurable.\n\n"Yeah, body mods on the range of changing your whole species aren't too terribly uncommon anymore, that won't make you stand out."\n\n"What, seriously?" She turns towards you, frowning. "How the heck am I supposed to be like a secret agent in a world like that? I mean I definitely feel like I used to be super competent and majorly awesome, but if it's that far in the future, what can I do?"\n\n"Oh, don't worry. Here in a few seconds I'm going to upload a copy of part of my brain into yours, a part containing a lot of my skills with technology and even some of my ability with magic. It should give you everything you need to become my top agent basically instantly."\n\n"Huh? Wait, upload part of your brain into your brain?" You stagger a little at a sudden wave of dizziness, putting a hand to your head, your vision going fuzzy for a second. When you raise your head, you blink at the sight of yourself standing there... wait, no, that's... Cyan. Mistress Cyan. You're Chocola. The confusion clears quickly, leaving you frowning a bit at her. "Okay, that's weird. How many implants did you even put in me?"\n\n"Technically I didn't 'put them in you', you were constructed with them already inside," Cyan answers with that annoying smug look of hers that you remember her having even two centuries ago when she trapped you. "But a lot. You'll be able to pull up a full list once you've acclimated enough to access your HUD implant. In fact, why don't you have Mavis to run you through a training sim? She'll help you become familiar with your implants and abilities before you head out. Or, y'know, don't and just get right to work... I expect my agents to be able to manage themselves and work on available tasks until I tell them something specific I need, so it's up to you. Just don't expect me to come and save you if you fuck up," she adds, flicking a hand in the air as she turns and walks out, adding a call of "Also I'm gonna fuck you later!" before the door closes.\n\nRolling your eyes, you sigh. Man, all this just because you... you did something, you're pretty sure. You recall it looked really cool and you thought maybe it would result in someone sucking your dick. ... Wow, hey, you used to have a dick, didn't you? Anyway, you don't want Cyan to decide you might be more useful back in the soul trap server, so you probably should do as she said.\n\nRaising your head a little, you call uncertainly, "Uh, hey... Mavis?"\n\n"Good morning, Chocola," answers the female voice from speakers in the corner of the ceiling. "Welcome to the Vidya Witch Alliance. You have probationary Silver level access to security and resources. How may I assist you today? Would you like to take Mistress Cyan's suggestion of training, or would you like a list of available jobs?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Training.|Chocola1x1]]\n\n[[Jobs.|Chocola2x1]]

"The... seed one, I guess."\n\n"Alright, Farmer Jamie, let's see." Maya spends a few moments reading the incantation, snickering a bit to herself as she does, then clears her throat. "... Bid y druikrd eh cusauha'c rayt yht fydlr ed knuf! Dammehk dras drao'na y cmid femm fung fuhtanc!" After she's done, she lifts her head and peers at you. "So, does your brain feel any different?"\n\nYou can't help but roll your eyes. "No."\n\n"Mm." She reads the spell a bit more. "I guess what it's supposed to do is that you focus on someone and try to think of a thought you want to put in their head, and they eventually act on it in a way that seems natural to them. Give it a try."\n\nYou sigh, but stare at her head and try to focus, thinking that she should scratch her belly. You almost jump out of your skin when a moment later her hand comes up and idly flexes her fingertips a few times at her stomach. No way, it has to be a coincidence. You try again, thinking that she should touch her ear... and a moment later, the same hand lifts up and she scratches at her earlobe, even as she asks, "Well? Anything?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes!|QOBook4x1]]\n\n[[Uh... ... no.|QOBook3x4]]

"Mind, mind."\n\n"Well mind your manners and I'll get to it." Ignoring another groan at that, Maya flips over a few pages. "Alright, here, I'll cast a spell on you and turn you into Mentok the Mind-Taker or whatever."\n\n"Do you really have to?"\n\n"Absolutely. So pick your psykker ability. '[[To hear and change the thoughts of others|QOBook]]', '[[To pass unnoticed at will by all|QOBook5x1]]', '[[To plant the seeds of thoughts|QOBook3x3]]', whatever that means, and '[[To alter the traits of personality|QOBook]]'."

"Fine, powers, I guess."\n\n"Ooo, that's a whole subsection." Ignoring your muffled groan, Maya flips through more. "It's got one for each, body, mind, and spirit. Pick one."\n\n"Maya..."\n\n"Go on!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Body.|QOBook]]\n\n[[Mind.|QOBook3x2]]\n\n[[Spirit.|QOBook6x1]]

Ooo, some very good choices there! Despite the franchise taking decades to learn to count to three, it still has something between two dozen and two hundred characters available. Since you ran most of the popular fighting games through the character builder process in batches, you're not even entirely certain who might be in there. Let's see, let's see, who to go after...?\n\n[[Cammy|GG-FF-TZ-CammyStart]]\n\n[[Sakura|GG-FF-TZ-SakuraStart]]\n\n[[Juri|GG-FF-TZ-SakuraStart]]

You have to admit, this is a heady rush of power. And, well... there may be an idea or two in your head that you wouldn't mind putting into hers. You bite your lower lip and worry it for a few moments, then give in.\n\nThe first idea you decide to put in her head is 'You don't mind being naked in front of Jamie'. The second is 'You're feeling hot'. At first, nothing happens, Maya simply continuing to read the book, until you notice her cheeks starting to become a little flushed. After a minute or two she raises the book and flaps it at her face. "Is it hot in here to you, too?"\n\n"I'm okay," you reply, barely able to keep your voice even.\n\n"Mm, guess it's just me," Maya replies before setting the book aside, then reaching down and grabbing the hem of her shirt. You watch with wide eyes as it raises over her breasts and her C-cups come spilling free... she apparently already felt it was too warm for a bra earlier. She shakes her head as she pulls the shirt free of her hair, then undoes her shorts and lifts her ass off the bed to push them and her panties down, revealing her smooth-shaven crotch. Picking up the book again, she flops onto her back on the bed, tits bouncing before they settle and she resumes flipping the pages.\n\nYou stare openly, since she certainly doesn't seem to mind. All of her skin is that same soft, even white, a mixture of avoiding the sun and using sunblock all year long to maintain her natural light coloring. Her breasts are full, capped by pale pink nipples, currently in their unaroused state since her nudity around you is apparently utterly casual to her. Your gaze trails down her smooth stomach to between her legs, one raised and tilted out slightly, giving you a good view (with just a little leaning) of the equally pale pink of her slit nestled between her slightly pudgy lower lips.\n\nHoly crap. Your childhood friend... your very hot, very female childhood friend... is lounging naked in front of you as if it were the most normal thing in the world. All because you put the idea into her head that it was!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go further.|QOBook]]\n\n[[Don't push it.|QOBook]]

"Um... no, looks like it didn't work," you manage, still staring at her even as her hand drops away from her ear.\n\n"Well, obviously. Still, little disappointing, I guess," Maya replies a bit sadly, flipping through the book a bit more.\n\nYou... can actually put ideas in her head, and she seems to think they're hers. You feel a little bad that you didn't tell her, but you're not sure what her reaction would really be.\n\n... Or maybe it's because you want to be able to actually use this ability on her?\n\n<hr>\n[[Use it on her.|QOBook3x5]]\n\n[[Leave.|QOBook]]

"Whoa, I mean, wait, we can't go to a bar," you explain, crossing your forearms to indicate a no-go.\n\n"Why not? Oh, don't worry, I got one of those ID things that says I'm twenty-one, whyever that matters," Mustang answers in a smug tone.\n\n"Yeah, but I don't, 'cause I'm not. It'd be illegal for me to go in a bar and drink."\n\n"Eh?" Mustang glances at you again, frowning. "Fuckin' how come?"\n\n"Something about teenage brains still developing and not having well-developed decision making processes, I dunno, I got distracted and stopped listening to the explanation so I could use my Christmas money on a gacha pull." You shrug, then continue, "Look, you should learn that there's more fun things to do in town than just go to the bar anyway. We'll go to the mall instead." Which is sort of how you got into this mess, but it's also all you can really think of off the top of your head.\n\n"Fiiiine," she grumbles, but follows your directions to the mall. Soon the two of you are walking back into its air-conditioned confines. It's fairly late in the afternoon now, so it's considerably more crowded than when you left it. Mustang does seem intrigued, though, looking around, and if she actually had horse ears you're betting they'd be perking and twisting. "Hey, this place might be kinda interesting after all. I smell food and a buncha other stuff. And man look at all the colors. Are these all shops?"\n\n"Most of 'em, though they all sell something," you explain as the two of you fall into the flow of foot traffic. "Hey, this place has some cool shirts, I bet we can find one you'd li-"\n\nYou're just turning onto the shop when you almost collide with someone coming out of it, who's busily texting on their cellphone. She raises her head, scowling darkly at you. "Why don't you watch where you're going?" Then she sees you and scowls even more. "Cyan."\n\n"Trudi," you acknowledge with a sigh. The bottle blonde in front of you is dressed from neck to foot in expensive designer 'pseudo-neo-punk' or whatever she calls it... high-end denim jacket, band shirt that probably cost fifty times what it would anywhere else because it has some concert lineage, designer cutoffs and belt with silver-plated wallet chain, high-top sneakers that probably cost more than your cell phone. "'Scuse me," you add, since it seems the quickest way to end your interaction with one of your least favorite people.\n\nTrudi, however, looks over the rims of her $500 retro-hipster sunglasses at Mustang, then looks at you and smirks. "Oh, trading up from the skinny little lesbian to a big butch one? Your little girlfriend Leslie will just be so <i>heartbroken</i>. Probably be crying into some other girl's muff all night long," she adds as your face flushes with mingled embarrassment and anger. "Ta!" she adds with a flip of her hand as she slips past you and out into the mall.\n\n"What a complete bitch," Mustang says a beat after Trudi's left, frowning as she turns and makes as if to follow her. "I'mma rape her."\n\n"Uh, hey, what?" That statement jolts you out of your light simmer and has you grabbing Mustang's arm. "What was that?"\n\n"Yeah, y'know, bend her over, give her a good pounding, show her who's boss," the disguised centaur replies, pointing after the departed blonde. "Fuck some of the attitude out of her. It's pretty standard when one centaur gets nasty with another, humans do it too, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No!|GGMCE5x5]]\n\n[[... Aaaactually...|GGMCE]]

It just feels a little too weird to make one of the first things you do in a stranger's house masturbating. Like, that just feels wrong somehow, maybe it's just you. So, as is often necessary for a teenage boy, you do your best to ignore the lower half of your body trying to get your attention and concentrate on getting clean. Turning the water cold for a minute at the end of the shower helps with that, anyway, and by the time you're dressed you've managed to calm down a little. \n\nOnce you're done with your shower, you pad around the relatively few rooms you're apparently allowed in. The bedroom is a bit larger than yours at home, but has that 'devoid of any authentic personal touches' feel that guest bedrooms and hotel rooms tend to have; the bed, at least, is a pretty decent size and has a cushy-feeling mattress by your test push on it. The living room is, as you saw when you came in, very tasteful and well-done, and a bit stuffy and formal. The kitchen is a mixture of dated and modern, obviously having had some newer appliances and tile put in, but nothing having been done to update the rather antique layout that lends it a slightly cramped feeling. Out back you can see a largeish sitting area surrounded by hedges, with a few benches and pieces of rich-people patio furniture.\n\nAnd nowhere in any of these rooms do you find a TV. And a glance at your phone reveals no wireless internet either. Bleh. Oh well, you brought several books and have some movies and anime episodes on your laptop. You'll manage. Still, with that said, you've now exhausted your ability to explore within the bounds of your restrictions. Guess it's already time to crack open one of those books. Hm, where to read it, though? The living room actually isn't particularly inviting, all the chairs are stiff-backed and thin-cushioned it looks like, so the choices are more the bedroom, or outside on the patio.\n\n<hr>\n[[Bedroom.|QOHS]]\n\n[[Patio.|QOHS]]

You select John Bigballs ("Beegbawl-SAH!") from the Lewd Fighter character select. Based on a certain blue werewolf, you've tweaked him some in appearance, making him deep black and white, with glowing cyan lines outlining the meeting point between them. You've given him the ability to control his size at will, as well as a number of other lewd powers that John Talbain would likely not want or need. Oh, and obviously you've removed the pants, leaving his fat sheath and heavy, swaying namesake in full view. You relax and allow your consciousness to flow into the character, feeling yourself now going through the default idle animation with claws curling and displaying, feet shifting lightly, and furry sack wobbling back and forth between your thighs. \n\nMentally you bring up the opponent select screen, which shows you the series of characters that have already been selected and are waiting for a match.\n\n[[Final Fantasy VII|GG-FF-BB-FF7Start]]\n\n[[Sailor Moon|GG-FF-BB-SMStart]]\n\n[[Darkstalkers|GG-FF-BB-DSStart]]\n\n[[Street Fighter|GG-FF-BB-SFStart]]

You're too caught up in what you're doing to take even a moment to do anything else. You plunge your mouth back over the corncob, practically facefucking yourself on it. You rock your whole body back and forth as you slurp and suck at the glass-hard bumpy length, shaking your ass like a whore without a single bit of shame. Your moans and audible gulps begin to be interspersed with quags as the corncob presses more firmly at the back of your throat, but you press insistently on until it slides right inside. God, deepthroating a real cock never got you this turned on! Your fingers work your clit in a hard, unrelenting flurry, much more intensely than you'd ever normally do to yourself, but now it just gets you off again and again, your hips jerking every time you cum.\n\nThough you don't notice, the moment the corncob slides into your throat is when the change begins. You're much too distracted by sucking on the corncob just as lewdly as you can to notice as your body begins to stiffen, muscles getting tighter and harder to move. Your legs slide apart until they're forming a wide arc, one that would normally be uncomfortable to stand in, but now seems natural to you. There's a low rustling noise from beneath your clothes, bits of straw starting to poke out from the edges of your sleeves and the bottom of your shirt. For a minute or so you don't even notice as the slick, drooling flesh of your pussy starts to change under your hand, turning into tightly-packed lines of smooth fibers with little rough patches.\n\nThe corncob pops from your mouth again, but this time unwillingly as your stiffening body forces you to stand upright. Actually noticing what's happening to you for the first time, you look down at yourself with alarm. Your arms unfurl out to the sides as they stiffen, sticking straight out so that you're in a sort of star shape, wobbling unsteadily on your feet, unable to move yourself for balance. "What's happeni-?!" you try to shout, only to find that your lips won't part again. You can feel them pressing together tightly, and some new pressure looping through and around parts of them. As the pattern of pressure continues and your lips press more tightly together, you have a horrifying suspicion what's happening... that your mouth is now not only stitched closed, but is itself turning into a stitched line!\n\nYou can still look down, the stiffness not affecting your neck... in fact, your head seems to loll in place a bit, as if not secured nearly as tightly as the rest of you. You can feel more than see the way your muscles and skin are changing, though you catch a glimpse of where one sleeve has been pushed up past the wrist from having been down your pants. The skin turns yellow and then bumpy, and finally takes on the obvious look of tightly-shaped strands of straw, packed together and bound into shape at the wrist. Your hand puffs up, the skin turning grey and bumpy, until seams appear along it and the fingers flop limply, having become a pair of workgloves shoved on the end of your straw arms. You watch as your breasts swell slightly, but also take on a lumpy shape, pressing out against your shirt as if they'd grown thicker and wider around, but flatter on top and bottom. Though you can still feel them, you can also feel them being pressed against your packed-straw chest, and you realize what's happened... they've turned into a pair of pumpkins, being held in place only by being stuffed in the cups of your bra. You're distracted briefly from your tits by some of your hair drifting in front of your face, but it's now thick, uneven strands... brown yarn, not even cut into the same length.\n\nYou wobble in place, then topple over backwards, thumping to the ground, as much a scarecrow as the one now looming above you. You know you should be terrified, still trying to scream with horror, but it's difficult to even form a coherent thought. It's like your brain has been replaced with a lump of rags... well, maybe it has, you have to consider. It's not even clear how you can think or feel anything at all, since you've obviously been turned into a collection of straw, burlap, and yarn. (Oh, and pumpkins.)\n\nThough your thoughts are numbed, you can still feel shock as the scarecrow hops down from its pole, leaving an empty nail sticking out of the wood. Using a swaying gait, he closes the few steps to you, then bends down and reaches for your waist. His gloves at least seem mobile enough that he can manipulate the buttons, undoing your fly and then tugging your jeans and panties down. Your crotch, once bared, has no semblance of female anatomy left... just a bunch of straw shaped and packed into the shape of a crotch so that there can be somewhere to attach your legs. That apparently doesn't bother the scarecrow... he flops down atop you, then reaches down with one of those floppy gloved hands and guides his corncob into position. It pushes into the straw with a low rustling noise, arbitrarily finding a place to part the packed strands, and yet it still feels <i>amazing</i>. You'd moan if your mouth weren't a stitched line across your burlap face as he slides the bumpy length into you, a few strands snapping here and there with little bursts of pleasure. He begins using an awkward humping motion, apparently of limited articulation even if he can move, his motions inhuman and strange, matching the look of that horrific burlap face wobbling and wagging above yours. But with the pleasure flooding your body, all the way from your solid straw crotch to your ripe pumpkin tits, you yearn for more of that face, knowing it now as your lord and master's.\n\nThe scarecrow humps away at your still, unmoving form for what must be hours. You never really have what you'd call a climax, just a long, building pleasure that gets better and better the longer he pounds his corncob into your body. But as the moon begins to wane in the sky, he finally pulls out of you, leaving nothing but a slight gaping area between some straw to indicate where you were fucked. He yanks your pants and panties back into place over your narrow straw hips, then grabs you around the waist and effortlessly lifts you up, carrying you towards a second pole that you never noticed before. He raises you high and then thunks you into place, the nail catching in the back of your shirt and letting you dangle in place, your splayed humanoid form swaying back and forth slightly a few times before coming to rest. You watch as your scarecrow lover moves to pick up his hat and plunk it back onto his burlap sack of a head, before leaping back up onto his own nail.\n\nYou stare out over the pumpkin patch, your mind strangely clear and dull at the same time. You're still numb to the impossibility, the horror of what's happened to you, but you <i>are</i> clearheaded enough to understand that this is a view you're going to have a long, long time to contemplate.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|WilmaHaunt1xEnd]]

"I... I just don't think I can do this," you murmur, looking at the floor. "I'd just hold everyone back, and... I'm not cut out for this."\n\nOzpin sighs. "... Very well. It is up to each person to decide how brave they are willing to be, and I cannot fault you for drawing the line here, I suppose. I will have the paperwork done immediately. You are, of course, free to go." He turns and walks off without another word, Professor Goodwitch following along after casting a worried glance in your direction.\n\n"Layla," Blake says quietly.\n\n"Sorry," you mutter, actually feeling really bad.\n\n"There's nothing to be sorry about," Blake says quickly. "You've done really well for someone with no training, but this is the safest thing for you." She pauses, then continues, sounding uncertain, "Is what Yang said true? Are you not even from Remnant?"\n\n"I'm from <i>Earth</i>," you say, then laugh at the ridiculousness of needing to explain that. "And it doesn't sound like they're sending me back. Maybe they can't, even."\n\nBlake scowls. "I'll look into that too, then."\n\n"Look, you'll need a place to stay," Yang says, diverting the bow-wearing girl's building anger. "You... could stay with my dad! I mean, I'm sure he'd be willing to put you up, he's a really great guy. He just has..." She rubs the back of her head. "... bad spots. It can be a little difficult to deal with, but maybe having someone around the house would help, since both Ruby and I are gone now."\n\n"I have an apartment in Vale it sounds like I won't be using," Coco says, pushing up her sunglasses. "You'd be pretty much on your own, though. I mean, you can still call us for help if you need it, but we wouldn't exactly be able to drop everything and come running all the time."\n\nBlake looks at the others, apparently evaluating the drawbacks of what they said, before taking a deep breath. "Or you could... go to stay with my parents. ... On Menagerie."\n\n"Menagerie?" Yang blinks. "Blake, you're a Faunus?"\n\n"Yes. I didn't want anyone to know," she answers with a sigh, reaching up to pull off her bow, leaving you staring at the pair of cat ears atop her head. "I didn't want it to define me here. I'm kind of trying to... start over. But I guess it's not fair not to let you know, since you're relying on me as a team. ... And if you might be going to stay in the Faunus homeland."\n\n"Faunus are... catgirls?" you say in a daze.\n\n"... Ah, no," Blake answers after staring for a moment. "We just each have an animal-like trait. These happen to be mine," she says, flicking the cat ears.\n\n"I dunno, Blake, she might have kind of a rough time of it," Yang says slowly, resting her hands on her hips. "A human on Menagerie..."\n\n"You mean like Faunus have a rough time here?" Blake snaps back, scowling.\n\n"Well... yeah," Yang answers, looking a little shocked. "I mean, it's shitty that people act like that, but they do. And Faunus are people too, y'know, so I can't imagine they're any different on some of them being shitty."\n\n"... You're right," Blake says quietly after a few moments, putting a hand to her face. "I'm sorry I snapped at you. You're all being... very good about this, thank you." She nods slowly, and looks back at you. "It's true, you might be treated... coldly... on Menagerie. But my parents are wonderful people who will probably treat you like their own child, if I say you're my friend and you need help. They have... a very nice home, with plenty of room. You'd be very comfortable... ... even if you wound up not going out that often. But it's up to you, Layla. We're going to make sure you've got a place to stay no matter what."\n\nIt is... still so weird to have people just honestly offering their help instead of being coerced or threatened into it. Even then, sounds like there's drawbacks to every offer, so you'd better choose carefully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay with Yang's father.|MeanRWBY]]\n\n[[Take Coco's apartment.|MeanRWBY]]\n\n[[Go to Menagerie.|MeanRWBY]]

Might as well do some exploring in the area that they've let you have the run of, apparently. You push yourself up to your bare feet, padding across the streets-and-towns carpeting to try the door. It pulls open with some difficulty, probably to simulate being opened by someone much smaller and weaker than you, and you slip through as it starts to swing closed. You find yourself in a room very much like the one you just left, though with less furniture and no toy chest, but a few more plushies. The other major difference being that there's someone else in the room, someone that makes you stare.\n\nAn adult woman is sitting on one of the oversized teddy bears as if it were a chair, its black rubber dildo-cock jutting up from between her legs. She has long black hair in a thick braid and pretty blue eyes, and a very nice body with full breasts, round hips, and long curvaceous legs. The only things she's wearing are a little pink bib around her neck that does nothing to actually cover her breasts, and a pale pink pair of pullup diapers like yours, save with pink ponies on them. She's also sucking on a pink pacifier with a bored look on her face, though she blinks at your arrival. She stands up and reaches up to pop the pacifier out of her mouth, and you're startled out of staring numbly to blush as you notice that the sucker part of the pacifier is shaped and contoured like a cock. \n\n"Well well, another resident of this weird little 'correctional facility'," she says in a droll tone, walking over, her bare tits jiggling a bit with every step. She comes to a stop in front of you, resting her hands on her hips, the band of her diaper giving a quiet noise as she touches it. "My name's Kerri. You run afoul of one of those crazy mascots too?"\n\n"Uh, yeah," you answer, trying not to stare at those big pale orbs that are practically face height for you. Dang she's tall. You squirm at feeling your cock stiffen again and push out at the diaper you're wearing, the thinner material and stretchier wasteband allowing it to push much further out. You consider covering it with your hands, but worry that would just be more obvious. Luckily for your embarrassment, Kerri doesn't seem to have noticed, too busy looking around and recounting her story.\n\n"Yeah, I accepted an invitation back to his place from one of them on a whim, wound up pissing off another one, gave him some backtalk, and well, here I am. Can't really complain about the orgasms, I guess." She seems amazingly at-ease with her situation, including her nudity in front of a virtual stranger. She must have been here for awhile and gotten used to it. "Still, you're the first time there's ever been anyone else in here. I have no clue how long it's really been, but they seem to think we make 'progress' pretty slowly after we get to this stage," she adds, pulling out the waistband of her pullup diaper and letting it snap back with a soft *pmf*. "Maybe now that there's two of us, we should consider trying to get out of here. Between the two of us maybe we can manage to sneak out."\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds good.|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[Bad idea.|HaroldHorse]]

You do like horses (casually), as well as monster girls, so a centaur does seem like the natural choice. Checking the box, you sign and hand the paper back to Ms. Jones. She looks it over, then nods. "Okay, good, we need more centaur trainers. They're a bit exasperating, I'll warn you now, but just remember that your contract stipulates that you have to stick with it for the rest of the summer." Pushing her glasses up on her nose, she continues, "Okay, come on, let's go."\n\n"Er, go?" Still, since she seems to be urging you along, you get up and let yourself be herded towards the front door. "Go where?"\n\n"Well you don't think that you can keep a centaur <i>here</i>, do you? The poor thing would have to squeeze through every single doorway and sleep in the living room, unless we remodeled the whole place," Ms. Jones explains as she closes your front door behind herself, indicating the black SUV parked at the curb. "So until further notice you'll be relocated to a small ranch on the edge of town. Don't worry, some discrete agents will be by in a little bit to pack up your things and have them in your room in the ranch house by the end of the day."\n\nYou're not sure you like this, but apparently you're obligated. Climbing into the SUV and buckling up, you're quiet for a bit as Ms. Jones drives, before saying, "So, uh... they're 'exasperating', huh?"\n\n"A semi-polite word for it. Listen, it's supposed to be your job to learn to deal with the monster girls first hand so that you forge a connection, but for your own safety and any hope of success, I'll give you two bits of advice about dealing with centaurs. The first is that when in doubt, refuse to back down, be strong, stand your ground, don't be afraid to act bossy. The second is, never run away."\n\n"Those sound like the same piece of advice," you note, frowning thoughtfully.\n\n"No, I don't mean metaphorically run away, like backing down from an argument, I mean physically, literally running away because you're scared or intimidated." At your blink and apparent shocked silence, Ms. Jones glances over. "Sure, horses aren't <i>quite</i> predatory animals, but wild ones are plenty aggressive, and centaur girls certainly aren't tame. Plus there's a few thousand years of cultural conditioning as proud hunters of beasts mixed in. So yes, the old maxim of 'if you run, they'll have to chase you' applies, so if you ever get shocked and want to bolt for safety, you're far better off digging your feet in and facing it head-on. Running will just designate you as prey or sport and they'll treat you as such." Noticing you staring, Ms. Jones gives you a winning smile. "No worries, it's not like they're <i>really</i> dangerous, just keep those two guidelines in mind and you'll be perfectly fine."\n\nYou're still not certain, but settle into silence for the rest of the drive. The buildings gradually thin out, and turn into large, open lawns, and then stretches where not much is visible other than fields. It's not really the country, but it's as close as you're likely to get without driving for a few more hours. Eventually Ms. Jones turns into one of the driveways and pulls up to the gate, which automatically swings open after a second and lets her pull forward. The SUV bumps and jostles lightly along the packed dirt drive, until you arrive at a long, low ranch house, with a much much larger barn nearby. "Okay, here we are," she announces. "I'll drop you off here and then go back to check on your house, make sure it's all secured. Your 'ward' should be by any minute. There's keys, a credit card, and further instructions on the kitchen table."\n\n"Okay," you agree with a sigh, climbing out of the car and watching it pull away. A moment later you do, in fact, hear the thump of hooves on the ground, and turn to find someone rounding the house. She's definitely big... you're not sure what breed of horse her lower half is, though it's a deep, shiny brown, with a long midnight black tail and dark 'socks' leading down to her hooves. Her hair, meanwhile, is a bright auburn, flushed red in the sunlight, cropped short and wild like she might have done it herself. Though of course you can't help but notice her chest... her breasts are each about as big as her head! She's wearing some sort of black sports bra type top that zips up the front, and seems to give decent support considering there's barely any jiggle as she moves. The next thing you have to notice is that she's absolutely ripped... above where the chestnut hide fades into tan human skin, she has what's bordering on an eight-pack, and lean, powerful arms like a professional athlete's.\n\n"Yo!" she calls as she canters up to you, looming without even really trying, grinning as she rests her hands on her human waist. One hoof paws the ground as she continues, "You must be my 'trainer', right? Heheh, you better not try to bust me, though, I'll do more than buck you off."\n\nFor a moment you're startled, until it sinks in she's joking. Then you grin, and offer a hand. "Cyan."\n\n"Mustang," she replies, gripping your wrist and giving a single firm shake. Laughing as she notices your reflexive glance at her lower half, she says, "Nah, I'm not one, that's just my name! When I was born it was sort of a phase among centaurs to name their kids after horse breeds."\n\n"Oh. Cool, then." You glance around. "Are you the only one here?"\n\n"Yeah, for now. Jonesy said that there's another comin' through the app process that might get assigned here like next week though." Mustang shrugs, folding her arms under her chest. "Deal with that when it happens. Still, nice to meetcha, lookin' forward to gettin' ta know ya, all that jazz. Though I was finishin' up some stuff when I heard the car, so I need a minute before we do any yakkin'."\n\n"Oh, that's cool," you say, though she's already turning away. "There's apparently some stuff in the house I need to look-" \n\nYour voice catches a little as Mustang turns around fully and starts to walk away, tail swishing... and briefly revealing the heavy brown balls dangling between her rear legs.\n\n<hr>\n[[GAH! SHEMALE CENTAURS ARE CLEARLY RAPEBEASTS!|GGMCE]]\n\n[[... Huh.|GGMCE5x2]]

You click the male orc, and he moves to take up most of the screen, a big slab of muscles and thick neck with a jaw that could smash boulders, to go with his green skin and thick black hair. He's wearing a somewhat threadbare-looking tunic and pants, like he was more of a prisoner than a starting character.\n\n<center>Choose your character's class.</center>\n\n[[Beast Master|GGWOWplaceholder]]\n\n[[Corrupter|GGWOWplaceholder]]

"Ummmm." It takes a little longer than you'd like to kick your brain off of that particular track, to the point that you can almost feel Idara's stare on you. Coughing, you answer, "I'll just take the basic package, deluxe for her," you answer hurriedly.\n\n"Of course, sir, that will be one gold five silver," she chirps in response without missing a beat. Apparently they'll try to make you hard but not do a hard sell.\n\nYou pluck the money out of your pouch, and follow her directions to the male side of the baths. There are some slightly more imposing but still scantily-clad and attractive women standing around at various doors... apparently even the guards are meant to be eye candy in this place. One of them points out the changing area, and hands you a lock from the tub beside her... there's no keyhole, and when you eye it curiously she explains that you just press your thumb to it as you close it to match it to you, so that no one else can open it, not even the bathhouse employees. Thanking her and tipping her a few copper (since silver seems slightly too much and you're really not sure how much money you actually have), you head inside. Rather than lockers, this place has rows of trunks that also serve as benches. Noticing that there are also mirrors along the wall, you walk over to finally get a look at yourself, since it's obvious you've changed more than your clothes.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/QL24927.png?1>\n\nWell. You do still look kind of like yourself. Maybe a bit older and more handsome? Roguish even? You give yourself a bit of a grin, since you have to admit that everything else aside, you don't look half bad. Heck, once you start undressing, you discover you're not just taller and more muscular, you're apparently... ahem... bigger. Like not by an insane amount, but... noticeably. Which certainly puts you in a less shy mood as you head on into the bathing area. It's nice, with sunken stone tubs arranged in rows, with the columns around them tiled in colors you assume indicate the temperature of the water. Selecting an orange one, you settle in to soak, splashing your face occasionally to get any of the road dust you've accumulated off. You also assume the 'deluxe package' will take awhile, so you're not in a hurry... besides, you've got thinking to do, and considering your problems is preferable to paying attention to the other naked men in the room.\n\nSo. You touched the sword, and all of a sudden you're in a different body, in a different place. In a world that seems a lot like an anime, or a JRPG. With your own eyes, you've seen that there are elves and a lot of other races. Should you assume there's magic? ... Actually, probably so, since every time you opened that pouch on your belt, whatever you were looking for came right to your hand, even exact amounts of money. You're probably not lucky enough that it just makes whatever you need... more likely it just has a ton of space inside it and shuffles whatever you're looking for to the top. Okay, so magic exists. Could that explain the voice in your head that seemed a lot like your thoughts but also not? You frown as you think about that. It happened at first and then it stopped... it seems like there was some common thread there but you can't quite grasp it.\n\nEventually, realizing you just don't have enough information to draw any conclusions other than that you're going to need to go on an adventure and make some money, you get out of the bath and towel off. Wrapping it around your waist, you pad back into the changing room and open up the magic lock. Your sword is laying half on top of most of your clothes, so you reach in to shift it aside, hand briefly wrapping around the grip.\n\n'I really hate being left in things like this, you could at least apologize.'\n\n<hr>\n[[GAH! DEVIL SWORD! DEMON POSSESSION! HSSSSSS!|EricMF]]\n\n[[... Ohhhhhhh.|EricMF1x8]]

You bring a hand up as she's in mid-charge, palm upward, and make a soft grabbing motion. Ogredrive lurches in mid-step, stumbling and falling to hands and knees. "Wha... what's happening?!" she gasps out, shuddering as her muscles twitch and spasm... then begin to shrink. "No! No, what are you doing?!" she shrieks as she lurches up to sit on her heels, staring at her hands as they grow smaller, the claws retracting into her fingers. \n\n"I'm taking it away," you reply calmly. "Or rather, I've taken it away. The power that was never yours, was never inside you, not the way mine was inside me."\n\n"No! No, you bi-!" She tries to leap towards you, but her twitching body just sends her sprawling forward, crawling towards you as her body continues to shrink, muscles losing definition, skin smoothing out and growing paler. "No, no, you can't, you can't do this!" she cries, the words taking on a more pleading tone as her tits shrink smaller and smaller, her ass turning milky white and losing its definition, rapidly gaining extra padding. Even her blonde hair fades darker, turning a bland, uninspired mousy brown. By the time she grabs you by the ankle, she's become a slightly pudgy twenty-something, completely and utterly average in the looks department but with a slightly oversized nose that pushes her into 'homely', looking up at you with angry brown eyes with tears in them. "I'll... I'll get you for this!" she tries to snarl, her voice no longer intimidatingly booming.\n\n"Seems unlikely," you say in a bland tone, lightly shaking off her hand and walking on, not turning as she scrambles to her feet, now trying to cover herself with her hands.\n\n"Just you wait!" she blurts. "I'll get Doc Life to juice me up again! Bigger, stronger, and even hotter than before! Then I'll teach you a thing or two!"\n\nYou stop, turning slightly to face her. "That's not going to happen." Since she still looks a bit angry and smug, you continue, watching as bit by bit your next words completely tear her world to shreds. "I've temporally locked you. You won't age, you can't be hurt, you will always be exactly the way you are at this very moment. So you're immortal and invulnerable, but you'll also never be anything other than what you are now. You can't lose weight or gain muscle, even by exercising like someone who earned their strength did. You can't even get surgery to correct those nearsighted eyes of yours. Your brain can retain new information but it can't develop new pathways or let its current ones degenerate, so you'll never get smarter or go senile. Even after the heat death of the universe, you'll be left floating in the darkness, exactly what you are now... a completely unexceptional and ordinary girl."\n\nYou turn and continue on, not looking back at the sound of someone slumping to their knees and beginning to sob. One of your cat ears does flick, however, as you arrive at the elevator, and energy crackles through the wall to your senses, preceding part of it lighting up as an image of Dr. Life and Alexa Leone in the lab.\n\n"Sam, I'm sorry that this got out of hand," Alexa says in a soothing, diplomatic tone, the words oily to the taste with insincerity even through the viewscreen. You doubt she's quite picked up on the fact that you can tell she's not the regretful, contrite mother figure she wants to come off as, since she continues, "I panicked a little when it seemed like you were going to leave us so abruptly, I didn't know if you could control your powers or if you were going to be alright, and I admit, I saw an opportunity slipping away. I overreacted. But we can still make this right."\n\n"Can't we talk this out?" Dr. Life picks up, her own voice a little sour with fear and a tiny bit spicy with anger, but lacking that slick mouth-feel of insincerity. "Please, at least let's part on good terms. I hope we could at least make amends in some way, so that you would at least undo what you did to poor Ogre-... ah... Jessica. And the guards, too, of course," she adds, obviously barely having remembered the two you sentenced to statuehood and eternal tentacle-fucking. \n\nYou stare a bit blankly at the monitor, both to let them sweat and decide what to do with their offer.\n\n<hr>\n[[Rebuff them.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Humble them.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Demand their submission.|FemPalV]]

This is... really annoying. Alexa thinks she's dealing with the most powerful metahuman in the world, and she sends six guards with P90s to deal with it? She's testing you. Well, fine. If she wants to give you a math test that reads '2+2', you're going to do three pages of advanced algebra to solve for four just to make a point. You turn a hand upward, pulling energy out of the cables running through the walls, out of the vibration of the molecules around you, out of the motion of the earth, turning it into a curling, spinning arc of aquamarine energy that flits around you, making the guards twitch a little but not fire just yet. "Y'know, they say 'God made men, but Sam Colt made them equal'," you muse aloud as you let the energy coil and spark through the air around you. \n\n<img src="images/0DDIWvy.png">\n\n"Evolution has decided it would like to throw its hat in the ring."\n\nYou flick a finger just slightly, and the rifles go tumbling from the guards' hands, sliced neatly in two by a barely perceptible flash of the energy. In their moment of shock you're leaping through the air, soaring more as if picked up and moved than just jumping, landing with your stocking feet braced on one guard's thighs, slamming your fist forward. The faceguard of his helmet crumples like it was aluminum foil, the helmet dropping backwards and rolling awkwardly along the floor due to the bent shape of the metal and the fact that it still has a head in it. You backflip off the teetering body and land in a crouch, rising to your feet as two of the guards manage to come out of it enough to grab for their pistols, whipping them up and firing at you. The bullets strike several inches from your face and chest, disappearing in little flashes of blue-green light. You raise a hand, mostly for the visual effect as you wedge an immovable bit of force halfway inside the barrel of one pistol, the gun exploding in the guard's hands, making him yowl as he stumbles back missing fingers. You turn your hand a bit and make a slight sweeping motion, the second pistol-wielding guard finding herself jerked to the side, her comrade's suffering ended as her reflexive trigger-pulls put a bullet through his head, then as you telekinetically yank the gun upward and under her chin, a bit of pressure from you has her put one through her own. \n\nThe others have their guns out now, though at least two are hesitating to actually pull the trigger. One does though, and this time rather than block the bullets you make a show of flitting out of the way of each one, appearing to one side and just a bit closer to him every time he fires. When you appear inside his reach, you grab his wrist with one hand and slam your other against his elbow, his scream not quite drowning out the sickening crunch as his arm is broken badly enough to have his hand facing his own chest, your thumb on his trigger finger pulling repeatedly to empty the rest of the pistol's magazine into his torso at close range.\n\nThe last two guards, both women, are in that moment between deciding between fight or flight when you reach out and yank their guns out of their hands, their body armor and clothing flying to pieces as you do, leaving them standing there naked. You consider for a tiny fraction of a second, before shiny silver coloration start spreading across the toned abs of the more attractive one, quickly spreading over her hips and up across her breasts as she cries out in horror, trying to turn and run but quickly finding her hips don't work anymore, her legs going stiff as well, holding her in her pose of shock as the metal spreads across her arms as well. The other one, not quite as toned but with bigger tits, finds a translucent pseudopod of blue energy wrapping around her middle, binding her arms to her sides. She wriggles and thrashes, giving a scream as more pseduopods form and thrust into her pussy and ass, tripple-stuffing both, the ones in her cunt stretching out and deforming her belly as they thrust and wriggle and coil inside her, the ones in her rear hole simply thrusting deeper and deeper with every pump inside her.\n\nYou stride down the hall, not bothering to look at either of them as the one guard finishes her transformation into a silent, immobile, terrified-looking silver statue, and the other's eyes roll, her cries cut off as the trio of tentacles bulge her throat out and emerge from her mouth, wiggling and thrusting even as another pair of tentacles-from-nowhere spread her nipples wide and start literally fucking her tits. You make your way further through the facility, not bothering to hurry as you head for the exit. As you round a corner, standing in the middle of a wide corridor is a tall, extremely toned, extremely naked woman. Her powerful, muscular body is in display, showing off that every bit of her skin is red, flecked with darker red here and there, with a hard, almost rocky look to it, long, straight blonde hair falling from her head around a pair of upswept horns and parting in the front around large crimson tits.\n\n<img src="images/R6Ll9eD.jpg">\n\n"They made me get out of bed to fight you, y'know, didn't even let me get dressed," she says in a low but still feminine voice as she looks at you, fists on her hips, continuing as you come to a stop. "Not that I mind, I'd actually prefer to fight in the buff, just that usually I get an earful if I try."\n\n"You're one of Dr. Life's experiments, then," you reply blandly, making it clear you're unimpressed.\n\nThat gets a little frown out of her. "I'm not an 'experiment', I'm a success. They call me Ogredrive, little kitten." She blinks as you start snickering, and really scowls this time. "Hey! It's a <i>cool name</i>!"\n\n"Puns are so overdone," you snort back, seeing her yellow eyes blaze before she roars and charges towards you, raising a fist to swing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fight her.|FemPalV5x1]]\n\n[[Claim her.|FemPalV6x1]]\n\n[[Destroy her.|FemPalV4x2]]

Well, there's no help for it... sneaking and stabbing is your business, after all, and armor built to assist in that is far more necessary thank looks, though you admit that you hope you can find something more befitting a Drow woman's aesthetic than a surface-dweller's. Why <i>did</i> you have surface dweller style armor anyway? you muse as you shrug out of the robe and start pulling on the pants, feeling the enchanted leather stretch around the curves of your thighs and hips.\n\nIt's not until the top is having to magically resize around your breasts that it clicks... it shouldn't need to resize if it's your armor. But it's your armor, and... your body wasn't like this before. Your armor is surface dweller style because you're... a half-elf. You were a half-elf right until you came into this room and put on... you glance at the robe. Enchanted. Apparently these clothes really do make the man... or woman, or species, as this might be. That's right, you were a half-elf... and you weren't always a half-elf, either...\n\n<hr>\n[[You're from Earth!|GGRogue]]\n\n[[You were from Earth.|GGRogue]]

Deciding to check the pumpkin patch more out of curiosity and a sense of adventure than any real belief that you'll find a key to the house, you set off through the low-hanging fog, your footsteps mingling the halfhearted crunch of partially dry leaves and partially wet grass as you walk.\n\nAs you approach, you notice that the pumpkin patch is much bigger than it looked from closer to the house... in fact it stretches almost as far as you can see, once you're standing on the edge of it. Of course part of how far you can see is affected by the fact that the closer to the center of the pumpkin patch, the bigger the pumpkins are, including some truly immense ones that look practically person-sized. Amazing how they've grown so big unattended! At least, you assume they must be unattended... unless some farmer is using this place as his secret competition pumpkin breeding grounds. The ground is covered in a winding, chaotic web of vines and leaves, with bushes and scrub jutting up from amidst the round orange gourds here and there where they lay singly or in small clumps.\n\nThough you came over here with the idea of something fun, memories of Linus waiting for the Great Pumpkin in your head, there's something deeply unnerving about the patch now that you're here. There's something... not right... in the air. You grip the maglite with both hands as some bird suddenly squawks from off in the forest, the deep, ringing caw of some variety of crow. You immediately try to slow your quickened breathing and racing heart... you are a rational person, a "spooky feeling" is no reason to panic. Just because you search for ghosts and monsters doesn't mean you really believe they're out there ready to jump on you at any moment, it just means you believe they're theoretically possible.\n\nFor no good reason, that helps calm you down a bit, and you take a more measuring look around the patch. There are some old, mostly rotted wooden posts and fallen boards, with pumpkins on all sides of them... obviously all that's left of the fence that once marked the pumpkin patch's original borders. You could always [[check the posts|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]] to see if someone nailed a key to one of them, that's something farmers do sometimes, right? Looking into the patch proper, you spot a [[scarecrow|WilmaHaunt1x3]] hanging on an old, somewhat tilted post... hm, keeping a spare housekey in a scarecrow's pants pocket would actually be pretty clever! Deeper into the patch, amongst some of the really big pumpkins, you actually do a doubletake as you spot an unlit [[jack-o-lantern|WilmaHaunt2x1]], its dark, empty triangle eyes and jagged leer seeming to stare right at you. That can't be a <i>real</i> jack-o-lantern carved by anyone living here... it would have gone bad and rotted away to nothing ages ago! Hm, maybe that means it's one of those ceramic ones... which means, again, it would be a great place to hide a key.

"Sure, let's go, then," you say with a grin.\n\n"Woo! Great, I'll go get my stuff!" Mustang calls, turning and heading back towards the barn at a... canter? Gallop? Maybe you ought to do some studying on horse stuff later.\n\nYour key ring has a key for the truck on it, so you head around the side of the house to where you spotted it earlier. It looks like it's about ten years old, one of the big workhorse (heh) types a rancher might own, a white color that's lost most of the shine from years of dust and exposure. A few minutes later Mustang trots back up, a few things slung over her back. "Okay, sec," she says, bringing up a small pendant on a chain and slipping it around her neck.\n\nThere's a strange sort of shimmer... like incredibly quick movement more than anything. You get the sense that there was a lot going on, but that it all happened so fast that your eyes couldn't follow it. And abruptly Mustang is standing there on two feet instead of four hooves. She's also still, well, male in one obvious respect. You can't help but stare... even completely limp, it comes practically down to her knees, and is thick enough you think you could barely get a hand around it... a mental image you try not to have as she picks stuff up from the bundle she had slung over her horse back before changing. She hauls on a pair of red panties, which somehow manage to pull that huge cock up and against her body and turn it into a merely extremely obvious bulge. Then she steps into a pair of grey sweatpants and hauls them up to tie them, and now you can't really see anything... you'd probably have to actually reach out and touch to find the bulge and nope, nope, not thinking of it as she steps into a pair of slipon sneakers.\n\n"Okay! All ready to go! Keys," she says with a grin, making a 'gimme' motion with both hands, and catching the keys as you toss them over. Soon the two of you are bumping down the dirt drive, and then pulling onto the paved road. "Arright! Time for some fun! Man I dunno why I couldn't go by myself," she says with a huff.\n\n"Humans don't really deal well with blunt honesty," you explain after thinking for a second. "Even the most forthright of us tend to deal in at least a handful of white lies and polite fictions, because we think it's easier to get along that way."\n\n"The hell's a 'polite fiction'?" Mustang asks, wrinkling her nose as she glances over at you briefly. \n\n"Ah, well, it's something everyone knows, but they act like they don't know 'cause bringing it up hurts feelings," you explain. "It's a sort of unspoken lie that everyone involved participates in even though they know the truth. Like, 'we don't know you watch super weird porn', or 'yeah sure our local politician really cares about us'."\n\n"So wait. Everyone knows the truth, but they act like they don't, so they're all lying about the same thing to each other but they're not even saying anything? ... My fuckin' head hurts..."\n\n"Yeah it's one of those that you have to feel out more than figure out," you say dryly. "Look, for now, just let me do most of the talking with other people. You don't have to act mute or anything, just let me field questions or handle it if someone decides to act the fool. That's what I'm here for, to help you figure out those sorts of situations."\n\n"True 'nough, I am pretty dumb socially," Mustang allows cheerfully enough. "Still, even humans're more honest with a few drinks in 'em, we'll be fine!"\n\n"Er, drinks?" you ask with a blink.\n\n"Sure! The whole reason for going into town is either to buy supplies or hit the bar, and we're good on supplies! Where'd you think we were goin'?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. Bar it is, then.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Ixnay, ixnay!|GGMCE5x4]]

If there's one thing you've learned from almost any RPG, it's that you don't mess with the guards. Besides, altogether the three adventurers had about 10,000 gold on them, so a mere twenty isn't exactly going to break your bank. You slip a hand into one of the handy haversacked saddlebags on your mount and pull out twenty-five gold pieces. "Here you are, my good man," you say, leaning forward to place them in his gloved palm. "And if you could be so good as to point me to a good place to stay?"\n\nThe guard starts to open his mouth, glances at his palm, closes it, then finally speaks while he's separating out the other five coins into a pouch. "The Thoroughbred. Five blocks down, two to the left. It's clean, comfortable, has private baths..." He then adds, both him and his friend smirking a bit as he lowers his voice, "The owner's a tubby fellow named Rikkard. He has the willpower of a starved rat."\n\nOho. Seems these two have sized you up and given you a very valuable hint. That's a fine thing indeed. Grinning and giving him a wink, you dig out another seven gold pieces, giving him one more and his friend a matching six. "Thanks for the tip, friend. I'll keep you in mind if I need anything else. My name's Cyan."\n\n"Viv, Dav," the guard replies, tilting his head towards the other as he says the latter. "We'll keep an eye out for you, m'lady."\n\nYou almost laugh as you ride through the opening gate, your trio of downtrodden dominated dupes following behind. 'M'lady'... where you come from, an overwrought and pretentious utterance, almost never sincere. Here it means he really <i>does</i> intend to treat you like royalty! How about that, huh?\n\nYou find your way to the Thoroughbred and seek out Rikkard. One Charm Person later and he absolutely wouldn't <i>hear</i> of charging you for your suite of rooms or your food or for stabling your horses, you are his <i>guest</i>, he's <i>honored</i> to have you, stay as long as you like! He personally shows you to a set of rooms that, while it wouldn't exactly put a luxury hotel on Earth to shame or even quite match it, is still pretty swanky... probably suitable for a member of visiting minor nobility. You take a luxurious bath in the attached bathroom (complete with flushable toilet and running water as well as heat on demand, pretty swanky indeed), then order your slaves to wash themselves and then wait for your return before heading out.\n\nIn part, you just want to experience this city a bit, but you also need information. Chensport does indeed seem to be a rather dedicated slaving city... there are plenty of people moving about with collars and cuffs on. Some of them are well-dressed, with collars and cuffs of engraved gold, and seem to be comporting themselves with the same pride and free movement as any of the uncollared people around you... some of them moreso, in fact. And then from there, the scale goes all the way down to the dirty, naked variety in crude pig iron accoutrements, their heads hanging and shoulders slumped. Buying and selling them seems to be a matter of course as well, everything from signs indicating when large or elite auctions are to be held, to smaller, seemingly impromptu auctions on small wooden stages (each street seems to have at least one), to slaves standing amidst the rest of the items in shops, price tags clipped to their collars or some other bit of their clothing (or anatomy). \n\nAs you go about, you pay attention, gleaning the ways and methods of people, listening in on conversations (and thoughts, as you discover you can do seemingly at will, the chatter of mental voices similar but distinct from verbal ones). You also chat with people, most amiably enough, able to carry a bit of conversation and ask questions without seeming the tourist due to your charisma. The end of the day finds you sitting in a mid-range tavern having drinks with an experience slaver, the two of you drinking and talking, until she seems to have decided to mentor you a bit. Some of what she tells you, you already know, but it's nice to hear it put in plain perspective. It's also nice to look at her, her black hair done up in innumerable braids with little gold rings woven into them, her skin the color of barely-creamed coffee, eyes dark and intense and somehow both serious and laughing as she speaks. \n\n"Alright, so," she says, in the tone that says she's at least partially going to be repeating herself. She leans forward a little, her crimson silk blouse having been unbuttoned sometime before and falling open to practically bare her pert breasts and cocoa-colored nipples. Her rich accent is almost as much a pleasure to drink in as the rich cider you're sipping. "There are a few sorts of slaves that are always in demand. The first are your pleasure slaves. Everyone's always looking for pleasure slaves. Personal buyers, brothels, harem owners, whatever, someone will always buy pleasure slaves."\n\n"But at a good price?" you ask thoughtfully.\n\n"Aye that's the rub. Among pleasure slaves though, there are three sorts that will truly bring in the money. The exceptionally sexual, the exotic, and the young. Those are where you really start making that 'retirement' money on. Now, after that, you've got your menials. You know, slaves just to cook, clean, do the crap work that anyone rich enough to buy one doesn't want to do. Now, you might think that they'd want them exceptionally beautiful, or young enough to train, or highly skilled. And while the skilled ones can fetch a high price, they're hard to come by, and you have to find the exact right buyer. No, the trick with menials is to get the sort that will be snatched up for a decent price right away. And for that you want young women, pretty enough to catch the lord's eye but not so pretty the lady feels threatened, obviously with many good years in them but not young enough to still be clumsy, weak, or too rebellious. You won't get insanely rich off that but you'd get a nice fat purse all the same."\n\nShe pauses to polish off her tankard, smirking and waiting until one of the waitresses (themselves clad in little more than tunics and leather thongs) passes to smack her on the ass and call for another round. Then she turns back to you. "The other sort of course is your workhorse. Or warhorse, or whatever the buyer wants to use a slab of muscle for. You know, big! Not show-off big, you want them to be working muscles, but those can net quite the fine penny at auction. Especially if you have at least one that's a bit exotic there too, the gladiator arena buyers eat that sort of thing up. But you don't want to sell too many of those all at once," she cautions, frowning suddenly. "Soon you get known as the 'freak show' dealer, no one will come to you for anything but monsters or weirdos. You wouldn't be able to sell some menial you picked up off the side of the road for crap."\n\n"I see," you acknowledge, nodding slowly and giving the waitress's ass a squeeze yourself as she delivers your fresh drink. You take a gulp, then muse aloud. "So, pleasure, menial, or muscles. Those are the ways to go."\n\n"Aye, aye, those can make you fair coin." She takes another draw of her own tankard, then pauses. She's frowning just a little as she says, "Well, there is one other deal that's going on in town."\n\n"Oh?"\n\n"Some rich woman from the Castlesprawl is offering huge amounts for half-dragons. Says anyone who brings her one could make enough money to buy themselves into the noble life. But I don't know that I trust it," she adds. "There are whispers, whispers that have no actions attached, no true rumors, but people are afraid of her. I would not deal with that one unless I were being very, very careful. Have a care if you decide that is a path you want to tread, my lovely striped girl," she adds, flashing you a winning smile. "Wouldn't want to see that lovely white ass wind up on the block. Of any kind."\n\nYou think on what you've learned as you walk back to the Thoroughbred through the cool, salty night air. With the array of shapeshifting spells at your command, you could turn the three adventurers into almost anything. With Polymorph Any Object, so long as you left them in the same general genus, size category, and didn't try to make them dumber or smarter, you wouldn't even need your staff to make it permanent, whatever new body you gave them, that would be them from now on. So you could easily turn them into whatever kind of slave you wanted. It's just a question of weighing risk versus profit... versus dealing them out a lifetime of humiliation for the insult they offered you, of course. It's just a question, what sort of slaves to turn them into?\n\n<hr>\n[[Pleasure.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Menial.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Workhorse.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Half-dragon.|GGTief2x4]]

In the end, "being a teenage boy" overrides any better sense or other ideas, as is so often the case. You slide your hand under the elastic band of the diaper and wrap your fingers around your stiff prick, starting to jerk yourself. The sound of your own moans mingles with the low popping sounds of you sucking on the pacifier and the crinkling of the diaper as your fist moves inside of it. You writhe lightly, bare back and legs rubbing against the cool, slightly slick surface of the crib's pad, padded ass occasionally jerking up towards your own strokes. Your prick throbs in your hand, and you honestly can't remember ever being this hard or this turned on... maybe it's the very insanity of the situation that's doing it!\n\nYou find your mind wandering to the events of the day, of laying helplessly on the table and being moved around by Herschel like a babydoll, naked and shown off to him. As if just to prove what a pervert you are, your cock throbs all the harder in your hand, heaping extra humiliation on the already degrading thoughts. Soon you find yourself moaning around your pacifier as your cock spurts thick splashes of cum against the absorbant lining of the diaper, smearing it across your hand. You slump, panting, hand still shoved in your diaper. While you would have expected your desire to trail off, probably into shame, after your release... you find your cock still throbbing in your hand, your urges not sated in the slightest. Groaning lowly, you start stroking your cum-smeared prick again, diaper seeming louder than ever in its noises as your hand moves inside it.\n\nYou cum again soon, but still find yourself unable to calm down or rest. Driven to find different positions in the hopes that some extra pleasure will finally slake this heat, you roll onto your front on the crib pad and shift up onto your knees, diapered ass sticking up in the air as you jerk yourself again, thrusting your hips down into the strokes of your hand. Your white plastic covered butt wobbles around as you fuck down into your hand, cheek rubbing against the rubber mat as you jerk your dick again and again. Eventually you spill another load against the diaper's lining, knowing some of it must be getting soaked up or it would be a much gooier mess inside.\n\nYou're not entirely sure how long you spend like that, occasionally catching snatches of sleep in between multiple orgasms. You go to sleep hard and wake up hard, hand almost automatically sliding back into your diaper to start stroking your aching dick again. At one point you flump across the side of the teddy bear, feeling its soft fur rubbing against your belly and chest and nipples as you lay supported by its belly, diapered ass wiggling in the air again as you jerk your cock supported by the plush as if it were a pillow. \n\nEventually, the lights in the room click on, awakening you from one of your sporadic fits of sleep. You blink sleepily, too dazed to struggle or fight as Herschel swings down the side of the crib and scoops you up. He carries you to the nursery's own changing table this time and lays you on it, and finally you feel a bit of relief as your constantly hard cock goes as limp as the rest of you does. He undoes the diaper and drops it in the bin, and without comment uses a baby wipe to clean up your cum-smeared cock, balls, and belly, a rush of pleasure running through you at the touches on your sensitive, if unreacting, flesh. You'd expect Herschel to pull out another diaper to put on you, but instead he reaches up to undo the clasps of his overalls and lets them drop.\n\nA truly impressive pink horsedick made of the same material as the rest of his vaguely-defined body flops out, swaying stiffly in the air in front of him. Your eyes widen as he lifts your legs and brings them together as if he were going to lift you up to put another diaper on you, but instead you feel the blunt, flared head of his dick come to rest against your pucker. "Mmf! Mmf!" you call around the pacifier, your protesting noises turning into a long, low moan as he pushes his cock into you with surprising ease despite its size. The fat foam rubber thing spreads you open and feels amazing as it pushes deep into your previously virgin ass, stretching you around its smooth, mostly featureless length. He just keeps smoothly pushing in until you can feel the bulge of the molded sheath at the base of it, then begins rocking his hips, fucking you against the thin pad of the changing table. You keep moaning around the bulb of the pacifier as he pumps his mascot cock into your butt, though despite feeling amazing, your cock remains as limp as the rest of your body, flopping lightly against your crotch with the impacts of his hips.\n\nEventually Herschel lets out a long, goofy-sounding groan as he thrusts forward and floods your ass with something thick and gooey-feeling. Your eyes roll up some and the sucking on your pacifier turns frantic as you have your first assgasm, your body shuddering slightly as you cum, a slight spurt of cream escaping your limp dick to smear across your belly. Herschel thrusts into you a few more times, as if to make sure he's got all of his load out, before pulling out slowly, his still-stiff foam rubber horsecock popping free and wobbling around dripping cum. Snagging another baby wipe, he efficiently cleans up first himself, then grabs another to wipe up the goo dripping out of your ass and your own cum smeared on your belly.\n\n"Now," Herschel drawls. "If y'wanna be a good li'l boy instead of a bad baby, maybe I can see fit ta givin' ya some, say... pullups, at least. Ta show yer makin' progress. If not, well, it's another diaper and right back in you go."\n\n<hr>\n[[Be a good boy.|HaroldHorse18x3]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HaroldHorse]]

Bleh, you realize you feel a little grimy. ... Physically, you're not that icked by your parents having a randy day with each other. You head down the hall to the bathroom, discarding your clothes into the hamper after a quick check of your pockets. Padding naked to the cabinet, you haul out a towel and toss it onto the counter, then over to the shower, leaning forward a bit to turn on the water. The spray instantly comes out cold, just the fog of it drifting over your nipples enough to stiffen them. ... Well, you are in fact the teenager, after all, and your mind's been dancing around the subject all day. Your tongue flits lightly over your lips as you slip a hand between your legs, starting to lightly stroke your outer lips and tease yourself... nothing too serious, just sort of priming things up, getting a little pre-slick as it were, you'll save the serious stuff for when you're in the shower and the detachable showerhead is between your-\n\nYour heart almost stops at the light bang of the door opening, and you jolt upright and fling your hand away from being in between your legs so hard that you almost smack the wall. "Geez, <i>knock</i>!!" you blurt instinctively, flinging your arms across yourself in a hasty attempt to cover yourself. "Dad, what the he-, -ck! I may've forgotten the lock but the light was-"\n\nIt's about this point that you notice a few things. For one, your father doesn't seem to be actually hearing you, or even to have noticed that you're there. For another, his eyes are at least half-closed and he's moving with a slightly wobbly, almost drunk manner as he takes a few meandering steps into the bathroom. Third, he's entirely naked, his half-hard cock and heavy balls wobbling as he takes those steps.\n\n'Nice,' you think before you can really stop yourself, your cheeks blazing red immediately as you realize you just ogled your dad's dick. 'Well it's a nice one. Dammit! ... He's sleepwalking again,' you think, raising your hand from covering your crotch to press to your forehead. You glance at him as he starts rummaging amongst the various items on the countertop as if looking for something, the sort of aimless behavior you've observed when he's gone through one of these phases before. You glance at him (keeping your gaze up as much as you can), then down at yourself, then at the hamper which is on the opposite side of the room. Yeah, no way to get to your clothes, and he's between you and the door. You know you're really not supposed to wake him up when he's like this, but your options seem fairly limited, and basically include:\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to wake him up anyway.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Make a grab for the towel.|GGParent13x4]]\n\n[[Hide in the shower.|GGParent]]

Something about the self-satisfied tone of the email really gets your goat. Maybe it's that you've spent a year being told by "green" activists that you're evil and that some of the verbiage is similar. Maybe it's just the kind of mood you're in. But you wind up writing a reply in which the phrase "tree-hugger" is used, and it's probably the least insulting thing in there. You finish off by explaining that you've got a <i>much</i> better-paying position at Eclipse Robotics waiting, and you don't have time for their composted bullshit anymore.\n\nA day or two later, as you prepare to leave your apartment building, only the fact that you were wearing gloves to protect your hands from some rough wooden box edges keeps you from a rather nasty surprise... the door is covered in poison ivy vines! In fact, as you carry your things out to the waiting shipping van, you see that the entire building is covered in them! They weren't there last night, even kudzu doesn't grow that fast!\n\nAs you decide to let the movers handle your last few boxes and climb into the taxi, you look back at the vine-covered building and feel a shiver running up your spine. Maybe those "tree-huggers" have a few more things in their bag than appleseeds.\n\n<hr>\n[[For your disrespect and siding with their ideological opposite Eclipse Robotics, you have earned the hatred of the Green Dawn. This will affect your approach to your projects at your new position, and you may occasionally see a "(Green Dawn.)" option in the branch links. Choosing this option will trigger the inevitable retaliation by Green Dawn.|EcliB1x2]]

The guy has the much heavier and more deadly weapon... plus you think you see some rust on it. If he gets in a lucky shot with that you're pretty sure you'd be much more screwed than getting a jab from the sword. \n\nSpeaking of which, the woman tries to stab at you, thrusting forward desperately again... for some reason you think she's probably used to a much shorter weapon and not nearly as much slashing. You knock it way again, this time whirling and lashing out with your foot, kicking right into the back of her knee and making her yelp loudly in pain and surprise as she drops to the ground. At the same time you drop down low with your motion, letting the man's swing go well over your head and wild, thrusting your own sword forward into his exposed side. You're sort of shocked by just how easily the sword slides in... it just disappears several inches into the side of his chest, apparently neatly sliding between (or for all you know, through) his ribs. He actually blinks, his mouth opening in an expression of shock, before he topples backwards, pulling himself off of your red-tipped blade as he thuds to the ground, limp and motionless.\n\nYou whirl to the woman, who seems to have paused in shock at the sight in front of her. "You bastard!" she blurts, looking up at you with almost black eyes, expression furious. "You've killed my brother!"\n\n"Yeah, well, he tried to kill me," you retort with a scowl, bringing your sword around to point it directly at her chest, making it clear all you'd really have to do is lean in and jab a little. "So did you, for that matter."\n\n"... You know, he was really only my half brother, and I didn't actually like him that much anyway," she responds after a moment of staring down at the blood-smeared swordtip pointed at her.\n\n"Toss the sword away," you respond, rather than commenting on any familial loyalty that might or might not be there.\n\nShe scowls again, but does so, giving her sword a pretty decent throw off to the side, so that it lands about eight feet away. "Fine. You win. I'm at your mercy. Now what?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Now we call a truce.|EricMF1x3]]\n\n[[Now strip.|EricMF]]

Your booted feet crunch lightly on the packed-down snow as you walk, though not as much as the footsteps of the fully-armored figures behind you. You're long since past being bothered by the cold, or the wind, or the crap in the air. Your knees do ache just a little though... you guess that even with rejuvenation treatments, there's only so much they can do once you hit your forties and you live in the arctic.\n\n"Where you wanna bet this group's runner goes?" grunts the figure on your right.\n\n"Hmmmm. I saaaay... halfway through the speech," the one on the left replies with a brief glance, shifting the long rifle with its katana-like blade along the underside. "You always like doing long odds, what do you say?"\n\n"My bet's we get two," the much bigger figure with its massive gatling rifle booms smugly. "One before we even get there, one right as they get to the bunker and walking inside feels too real. What about you, Cyan?"\n\n"First look at the Perimeter," you answer immediately, evenly. "It's always the first look at the Perimeter, nine times out of ten."\n\n"Saaafe beeeeet," the other two chorus teasingly, before chortling. "C'mon, live a little!" the big one urges.\n\n"I'll settle for living to tomorrow, like always. Now shut up, we're almost there."\n\nBoth of the armored forms obediently fall silent as, off to the side, the outline of a space transport looms. Walking past it, you approach the group of shivering, hunched orange-clad forms. You step into the slightly brighter ring of floodlights that forms the landing area, waiting as heads and hoods turn towards you, making sure they can see you're in no particular rush, that you're not bothered at all. Letting them know you've done this hundreds of times before and it's old hat.\n\n"Alright, listen up," you call, both raising your voice and keeping it completely even as you speak. "I am Commander LaChance, on my right is Lieutenant Jehemis, on my left is Lieutenant Kaze. And you have either done something very bad, pissed the wrong person off, or made a very bad decision. You have done one of these three things if you are in Dark Sector 36..."\n\n<b>Dark Sector Thirty-Six</b> End - <i>Home</i>

"Let's split up and look for a way in!" you suggest, Ted giving his enthusiastic support to the idea. He and his sister head off in one direction, while Skinny and Woolly head off in another, Skinny groaning something about forest monsters as he goes. Well, that leaves you on your own, it would seem. It happens like that sometimes, but you are generally capable of taking care of yourself... especially considering the nice hefty maglite you pull out of the van, hefting it with a practiced motion before turning it on. Ted and Tanya both have their own forms of light (though half the time you suspect they just use their cellphones), while Skinny's probably just staggering around in the dark... for someone who professes to hate being scared so much, he sure doesn't do much to alleviate the scary circumstances.\n\nAnd it <i>is</i> pretty danged creepy out here, you've gotta admit. Though a lot of the mist in the area is low-hanging, not quite coming up to your knees, the flashlight's beam illuminates the thinner cloud of it that drifts all the way into the treetops, making it seem like smoke is clinging to the pillar of light the electric torch generates. The brilliant beam illuminates everything it touches sharply, with everything outside of it becoming a bit blurrier and indistinct, like the world was beginning to fade away outside of the little safe zone it generates. The effect is just almost shiver-inducing enough that you consider turning the flashlight off and just using the moon to try and see by, but you quickly disregard that notion... it's a cloudy night and the place is surrounded by tall, gnarled old trees that could wind up blocking the moon out completely at any given moment, plunging you into closet-like darkness.\n\nTaking a few deep breaths and mentally doing some math to steady your nerves, you calmly assess what you can see from here, and what you might use to get into the house. There is, of course, [[the front door|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]... you could always give it a try, though you'd feel a little silly if it worked after telling everyone to split up like that. Around one corner of the house you spot a pair of [[cellar doors|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]... it might have an entrance to the house proper as well, if you can get down there. There's a [[creepy old tool shed|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]] decaying in one corner of what probably used to be the maintained yard... there might be a spare key in there, or if you get particularly desperate, something to snap a lock with. Further out in an area with few trees, indicating it was probably a maintained area too at one time, there seems to be a large [[pumpkin patch|WilmaHaunt1x2]] with a handful of particularly impressive orange gourds visible even from here... you've seen people keep spare keys in stranger places, but besides that, you're mostly out here to have fun, and wandering around in the spookiest pumpkin patch you've ever seen would definitely make for an interesting blog entry.

"Ah... well... to be honest, I think... I think I might be like, um, dogsexual now, or whatever you'd call it," you murmur, face going red. But with how well your mother's taking this, you do feel like you can open up and be honest. "I mean since it happened I've tried thinking of all the stuff that got me going before and just... nothing excites me but the thought of... you know."\n\nYour mother frowns a little. "So you think that it's... permanent? That you're just not attracted to... humans anymore?"\n\n"... Maybe?" you say quietly, shrugging. "It kinda seems like it."\n\n"... I see." Your mother sighs, then nods. "To be honest I'd considered that possibility while I was... processing what you told me last night. The way you talked about it, it seemed a very... transformative experience." She rubs her hands over her thighs a few times, then nods. "As your mother, I think it's my job to accept you as you are, even if this is a very... odd turn. And I think it's also my responsibility to make sure you can be safe and happy."\n\n"Um." You blink once. "So like, what are you saying?"\n\n"I'm saying that rather than let you wind up giving in to temptation in a way that could ruin your reputation or get you hurt or blackmailed, I'd rather provide you a safe and private environment here at home where you can... do your thing... without anyone else knowing or having to take risks. I already looked up a good local place that operates as a shelter and re-homing facility, so..." She pauses, then shrugs as she stands and grabs her keys off the counter. "I suppose I'm saying let's go buy you a boyfriend."\n\nYou're sort of stunned into absorbing that for awhile, so it's not until you've been in the car for a bit that you finally say, "So like... you're okay with this?"\n\n"'Okay' might be a stretch, but like I said, doing it this way is much better for you, I think. I'd rather you... do that... in the privacy of your own room at home where no one can potentially see you and spread rumors, or even get you in legal trouble."\n\n"Uh, well, thanks. ... Does this mean we're gonna tell Dad?"\n\nShe makes a bit of a face. "I'll... think about what to tell your father and have it figured out before he gets back from his trip. Let me worry about it, I'm the one making this decision."\n\nShortly after that the two of you pull up in front of the surprisingly nice-looking brick building surrounded by tall solid fences. The two of you head inside, and you blink a bit at the sight of the woman behind the counter. Her blonde hair is cut short, and she's wearing a plain (if rather tight) black T-shirt and loose jeans, but the two striking parts are her dark, almost black brown eyes, and the fact that... well. You thought your mother was pretty hefty in the chest department, but this woman is to your mom as your mom is to you in boob size discrepency. ... Yeah you don't think that sort of :: statement is gonna wind up on your SATs. She stands up and comes around the counter, looking both of you up and down before introducing herself. "My name is Amarie, I own this shelter. I assume you're here to buy, not drop off?"\n\n"Correct," your mother says, giving a polite smile and a nod. "We're hoping that the dog will help us with exercise, so we're looking for one who's already at least mostly grown but with a lot of energy still left."\n\n"Hm. You know, I think for the... unique situation I'm seeing here, I've got just the perfect boy for you." Amarie turns towards the door into the kennels, beckoning you to follow. You and your mother exchange a glance... 'unique situation'? Could she possibly know, somehow? But if she does she doesn't seem interested in expounding, instead leading the way past a number of clean, fairly comfy-looking enclosures with dogs barking through the chain link doors at you. She stops in front of one particular cage, gesturing to the dog sitting patiently inside as if he'd been waiting to be presented to you. "Fafner here is primarily Rottweiler, but he has a little bit of Husky in there too, we're pretty sure... note the ears and the slightly thicker fur and longer legs. He's a bit on the big side..." She continues, winking at you in a way that makes you blush... especially since despite being a large breed, the black and brown beast isn't overly huge, meaning she's likely referring to a more particular part. "But he's young, smart, well-trained, and I think you'll find he has plenty of energy for all the exercise your family might want to give him."\n\nHe is <i>very</i> handsome, and a quick glance shows that he does indeed seem to be very well-endowed. He's even wagging his tail as he looks at you, charming you right off the bat. You glance at your mother, and notice she's looking rather intently at Fafner as well... before quickly giving her head a small shake and looking at Amarie. "He does seem to be what we're looking for. We'll take him."\n\n"Certainly, please come this way to the office and we'll do some paperwork. I'll give you a very good deal for him... after all, I love knowing that my good boys are going to ideal homes," Amarie chirps, grinning broadly as she leads the two of you back through the hallways. \n\nSoon you're back in the car and heading home, Fafner sitting obediently in the back seat... save when he leans his head forward to give your ear a lick. You blush, your pussy practically soaking your panties at the thought of having the gorgeous beast mounting you as soon as possible, making you squirm a little. You try to keep your cool, though, as you arrive home and take his leash, leading him inside. "Welcome home, boy, this is where you'll live from now on!"\n\n"Mm, I'll set his things up in the kitchen," your mother notes, smiling a bit at you and the new dog, before her face colors a bit and she glances away. "... I suppose the two of you will want to go upstairs and... get acquainted."\n\n<hr>\n[["... Yup!"|GGDog]]\n\n[["... What, you don't want to watch?"|GGDog14x3]]

Your mother splutters a bit, drawing back slightly. "W-watch?! What do you mean, I-"\n\n"Well you said that you wanted me to be safe, right?" you cut in, using a very reasonable tone of voice and smiling evenly at her, one hand rubbing Fafner's head between his ears. "This is the first time I'll really be doing this, y'know, deliberately... what if something went wrong and I didn't get it right, or Fafner got upset and did something? I might need you there to help."\n\nYour mother goes silent, worrying her lower lip gently with her teeth as she looks at you. After a moment, she nods slowly. "I suppose you're right. Maybe I'd better... be here... at least the first time."\n\nWhich is of course bullshit you highly doubt you'll have any issues. You have, however, picked up on your mother's behavior recently when the subject has come up, and saw how she was looking at Fafner at the kennel. And, you know, the fact that her nipples went visibly stiff when you suggested she watch you get fucked by a dog. Part of her is obviously aroused by some part of this situation, and her enabling you probably has at least something to do with that. You're curious to discover exactly which part it is... and, well, admittedly maybe you're getting off on the extra deviant thought of not just being a bitch for a big strong dog, but your mother watching you get puppy-pounded.\n\nYou begin to get undressed, toeing out of your shoes and pulling your shirt up and off... as you do, you try to subtly keep an eye on your mother, as well as watching Fafner. The dog's reaction is pleasing enough, and basically confirms your suspicion about the knowing way Amarie looked at you, since he rises to all fours and watches you stripping intently, his tail wagging and cock steadily sliding out of its sheath. Your mother seems to be having rather a harder time deciding where to rest her gaze... whether it's to settle it on you as you slip your bra off and bare your tits, on Fafner as his large, glistening red prick comes into view, or back on you as you push down your jeans and panties and give your ass a bit of a wiggle, on Fafner's cock dripping some pre, or to glance away and thereby not be doing her 'duty' of watching to make sure everything goes okay.\n\n"You <i>are</i> a big boy, yes you are," you coo to Fafner as you settle onto your knees in front of him and rub at his neck and head, trying not to smirk as you watch your mother blush deeper out of the corner of your eye. You squeak and then laugh a bit as the dog laps at your bare breasts, though a few moans wind up threading through your giggles at the touch of that broad tongue over your stiff nipples. After a few more licks you turn away and lean forward onto your hands, pleased when as expected Fafner starts lapping his tongue over your pussy and pucker. You shamelessly moan and wiggle your hips, sneaking peeks at your mother through your mostly-closed eyes, pleased to see that she's now focused as intently on the sight of your new pet licking your cunt as Fafner was on watching you strip earlier.\n\nIt's not long though before Fafner's tongue stops, and you feel a thrill of excitement rush through your body as he instead hefts himself up onto your back, his strong, furry form covering you as he slips forward, forelegs wrapping around your middle. You'd feel further justified in thinking he was already trained for this as he almost effortlessly shifts his hips and lines the pointed tip of his prick up with your entrance, but any real coherent thought is quickly muddled as that long canine cock is stuffed into you, giving you that abrupt feeling of being taken, claimed, and owned by an animal that rocked you to your very core yesterday. Crying out in sheer delight at once more feeling that heady rush of becoming a bitch, without hesitation you begin rocking back against Fafner's thrusts as he starts fucking you, pumping yourself back against his hot bestial dick with abandon.\n\nThe mindless bitch in heat that was awakened in you by yesterday's doggy gangbang is completely absorbed in the moment, not thinking of anything, just experiencing the feel of that big canine cock pounding your cunt in rapid, eager strokes, the rub of that soft fur and powerful muscles along your back, the sound of animal panting in your ear and drool dripping on your shoulder, forelegs gripping around your middle. The little part of you still thinking at all is well aware of your mother watching every moment of you being claimed by a mindless beast, of her stare on you, her eyes watching your tits jiggle underneath you, that glistening red prick disappearing into your pussy with squirts of your arousal, that she's listening to your every whorish moan and bitch-like gasp as you cum repeatedly, working your hips back towards your inhuman lover without the slightest hint of shame. You wish you had her view of Fafner's knot swelling bigger and bigger, of how it must look slapping against the puffy, swollen lips of your pussy... but then, you get to <i>feel</i> it, every impact pushing you further towards the biggest climax yet, and sending you over the edge as he finally shoves forward and stuffs that big ball of flesh inside you, the noise you make truly animal as he swells and locks with you and begins pouring cum inside you, doing his very best to give you puppies. \n\nYou just sort of go away for awhile, riding on the high of becoming a bitch again right in your own living room, your mind fuzzy and barely processing anything but the feel of Fafner's cock throbbing inside you and still spilling cum after long minutes. You only really start to come to as he gives a few light tugs, after several of them managing to pull his prick free of your tight little hole. He doesn't actually unmount from your back, just pulling off enough for his cock to slip out, dropping free of your gaping pink pussy and jutting just below it, the top gently rising to press against your clit as your stretched hole dribbles his own cum all over his cock. You take a few shuddery breaths, wiggling yourself underneath him, then look over at your mother. She's still staring at you, obviously transfixed, her breathing having quickened enough that her breasts are rising and falling visibly, a few little shivers running through her own body even as you watch.\n\n<hr>\n[[Thank her... and schedule next time.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Eat her out.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Put her on all fours.|GGDog]]

Something cracks inside, and in a rush you wind up telling your mother everything that happened at the park. Starting from going there on a whim to deciding to explore off the beaten path, to being leaped on and effectively raped by a random male dog. Her eyes widen as you tell your story, especially as you admit how good it felt and that you wound up giving in to temptation and getting fucked by your canine rapist again, and then with more and more dogs until you couldn't even keep yourself on all fours anymore.\n\nBy the time you're finished, your face is red and you're breathing hard, feeling a mixture of intense shame and intense arousal thrumming through your blood, much like it was getting fucked by the dogs in the first place. Your mother is just staring at you, her own cheeks pink... and you can't help but notice that her nipples are trying to push right through the fabric of her shirt. She opens her mouth, closes it, then brings a hand up to rub it over the lower half of her face. Finally, she takes a deep breath and says, "I... see. Okay, so... I can understand you... had an experience you didn't seek out but got carried away. I..." She trails off, then clears her throat. "I think we both need to... let all this information settle. Process it. Why don't you go to bed, and we'll... talk about this in the morning."\n\nNodding, you turn and hurry back upstairs and to your room, flopping down in bed. You're not sure about this development... parents wanting to talk in the morning generally isn't a good thing, after all. Still, you're rather distracted by the memories, and despite your worry you soon have your sleeping pants around your thighs and have rolled over to get up on your knees, fingering your pussy as you imagine a pair of strong canine forelimbs wrapped around your middle and a thick, pointed cock pounding into your cunt in place of your fingers.\n\nIn the morning you get dressed and head downstairs, finding your mother has already set out cereal boxes and milk, and is quietly eating from her own bowl. Deciding the Talk isn't happening immediately, you sit down and pour yourself a bowl of cereal as well, the two of you eating in awkward silence. Until, as you're about finished, your mother clears her throat. "So. Ah. Having thought on what you told me last night, I've decided... well, I can't really figure out a way to punish you without feeling awkward about it, so let's just forget about that. More importantly, I think we have to address an issue here, and that is... well." She shifts in place a bit. "Cyan, do you think this was a... one time thing? You know, just one of those incidents that is something that happened, and we won't... discuss it again?"\n\n<hr>\n[[It was a one-time thing.|GGDog15x1]]\n\n[[No, pretty sure you're hooked.|GGDog14x2]]

The broadsword's actually rather slender and elegant-looking, despite its length. The tapering blade comes down to a golden hilt studded with what looks like diamonds, the grip wrapped in soft-looking brown leather, the butt a green glass sphere. It's definitely one of the flashier weapons on display. You reach out to touch one of the diamonds, and yelp reflexively as you feel a shock run through your hand. A static discharge? you wonder, just before you slump to the ground and pass out.\n\nYou come to, finding it rather dim, and wonder if someone turned the lights off while you were out. Your vision resolves into some sort of sloped canvas ceiling not too far from your face... you're in a tent! You sit up to look around and feel an odd weight on your chest.\n\nYou look down, and wind up staring in absolute shock. There on your chest are a pair of rather large tits, the fronts of them hugged by some sort of furry bikini (white, with tiger stripes). You raise your hands to squeeze them, vaguely noting that your arms are fairly feminine too, albeit layered with lean, almost catlike muscle you definitely never had. The sensation of pressure and very faint pleasure confirms, these boobs are definitely yours and they're definitely real. \n\nIn shock, you take further stock of yourself. You now seem to be a tall, toned woman with pale skin and long, red hair with several braids done in it while the rest is left loose. You're wearing aforementioned fuzzy bikini top and a matching loincloth, and a pair of boots with your calves wrapped in strips of the tiger-striped leather. In trepidation, you lift the front flap of the loincloth. The first discovery is that it's not a "proper" loincloth, but is indeed just a flap of still-furred leather in front and back. The second discovery is that you are definitely a woman... your cock is gone, replaced by an admittedly rather nice-looking pussy. The third, which you take in rather in a daze, your shock numbing you to the greater revelations, is that apparently the women of this barbarian tribe have a ritual of shaving themselves, because your pussy and legs are both flawlessly smooth.\n\nThere's nothing else in the tent but some sort of backpack, and a swordbelt with the sheath of the sword you touched back in the museum sticking out of it. Before you can try touching it again, a woman who looks rather similar to you, just with a different fur to her bikini and a different shade of red hair, leans into the tent. "Sister! We must hurry! The battle is about to be joined!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Uh...|FemaleBarbarian1]]

You had thought earlier about joining some adventurers, but that was a group of strangers in a tavern. You hadn't spoken to them and, well, they hadn't just saved your life (and possibly your soul). You do consider it a bit in silence, until the two of you emerge from the forest and onto a familiar path, the one that leads back towards town. "Alright," you answer. "I'll come with you and help you hunt monsters."\n\n"Infernal creatures," Jaina corrects evenly as the two of you walk along. "Of course there are some more typical 'monsters' involved from time to time, they're hard to avoid, but our focus is otherworldly beings. Especially seducers, corrupters, tempters, and that sort, like succubi and incubi. You'll learn to distinguish them, especially once I've begun teaching you the ways of Markala."\n\n"Markala's your... god?" you ask, taking a guess.\n\n"Goddess," she agrees easily enough, nodding and turning her head slightly, looking at you with her green eye. "Markala believes we should enjoy earthly pleasures, big and small. From the little pleasures of sitting in your garden and sipping tea or having a drink with your evening meal, to the great pleasures of feasting and making love. But that's why she considers the pleasure offered by the infernal an offense... it's not of this world, it's not meant for us, and it's an insult to what she offers us."\n\nYou've gotta admit, that seems like about the fairest and most reasonable setup for a religion you've heard so far in your life. "So you want me to start worshipping her? I don't think I have a problem with that."\n\n"Good," Jaina says, actually smiling now as you begin to approach the village. She seems a somewhat grim sort, so the smile being warm and winning is a pleasant surprise. "I'll be pleased to teach you her lessons. But, for now, buying you dinner will suffice."\n\nAt the tavern, you share a quiet dinner with Jaina, and borrow some paper and a pen from Jaina to write out a letter explaining your decision, leaving it with the owner for when someone from the monastery comes looking for you. In the morning, you wait for Jaina to return, the olive-skinned woman seeming just a bit rumpled when she does, but insists on setting out right away. Having purchased a serviceable (but not much more) horse and saddle for you, the two of you set off down the road. As you go, Jaina begins explaining the ways of her religion to you. They're really pretty simple... Markala wants you to have a good time with your life, to help others have a good time, though neither to excess because that just brings destruction. Her 'don't' list is pretty general but pretty short... don't ruin someone else's good time for petty reasons, don't be cruel, and when you have enough good times to share, you're encouraged to do so. You ask plenty of questions, most of which Jaina has good answers for, and even when she doesn't she never gets frustrated or vague or brushes them off, just allowing for the fact that she isn't enough of a priest to have all the answers and maybe you can find them together. You'd say that after several days on the road, you're pretty much converted in sincerity rather than just the 'Eh what the hell' approach you had before.\n\nEventually, you approach within viewing distance of your destination. The walls are high and made of white stone, with a number of buildings within rising above the level of the walls... those have an impressive variety of designs and substances making them up, and many different symbols and statues topping their spires and pillars and gables. "Holisti is a church-city," Jaina says as you guide your horses to the path leading to the front gate. "Any religion that promotes good, or at least the general welfare, is welcome to establish itself here. The walls are heavily warded and infused with the blessings of numerous gods... no evil creatures can enter, and any evil acts such as murder or assault are difficult to carry out."\n\n"Huh. I bet everyone would love to live in a place like that," you note.\n\n"Probably slightly less than you'd think. But yes, it is an attractive place to many." Jaina pauses in her explanation as the two of you approach the gate, and she has a quiet conversation with one of the guards, showing him the gold inlaid symbol on the back of one of her gloves. As the two of you head in over the cobblestone streets, which have a fair number of people milling about, she continues. "Most of us would like to share these benefits with as many people as possible, and in times of war we have indeed hosted many refugees. But if anyone who wished to was allowed to move into Holisti, the walls would soon be full to overbursting. The drainages and pipes would not be able to handle the amount of waste. Churches offering charity would empty their coffers trying to care for the poor and sick and there would still be many left wanting. There would not be enough space within the sanctified walls, making it impossible to build new churches, homes, or businesses very quickly. The sheer amount of people would make it harder for the wards to suppress aggression and crime, and eventually the safety, order, and plenty which drew all those people here would collapse."\n\n"Letting everyone into Heaven would turn it into Hell," you note dryly, shaking your head.\n\n"Heaven might be one thing, but this is the material world, and we have limitations. So yes, you either must be in direct service to a church, or pay a fee to come in. Those who have applied for permanent residency pay a fee every year. Of course many of them are merchants and shopkeeps that provide vital services to the churches, so there's little difficulty for them in paying the fee. For now I've vouched for you as an initiate... once you've passed the rite of entry for the church of Markala, you'll be able to apply for a pass that lets you come and go freely."\n\nYou blink, and wait until Jaina's made her way to the sidewalk and dismounted before you do the same, the two of you walking the horses as you approach a simple, but attractive building that looks more like a European mansion or private school than your idea of a church. "What sort of rite of entry?"\n\n"There are two versions. One is the rite of challenges... a series of tests to determine if your heart and mind are truly those of an adherant to the ways of Markala. Though if you fail any of them, you could never be anything more than a servant of the church. Which definitely isn't a bad life," she allows as the two of you make your way around to the side and hand the reins of your steeds to a crisply-dressed and happy-seeming stable girl. "You'd find it vastly more fulfilling than your monastery, I wager."\n\n"But I couldn't be your traveling companion."\n\n"No, afraid not, not after trying the rites and failing. There is another way, though it's not as conventional and doesn't see as much use, the rite of contribution."\n\n"Contribution?"\n\n"The rite of challenges is available to any follower of Markala, but you're applying to be a hunter of the infernal. We have to be a bit more practical by nature. If you could in some way contribute to that fight in a significant way, that would be proof enough." She pauses briefly at the front door, her hand resting on the door. "I actually chose to do both... I was very lost and in a lot of pain before I found Markala. I donated everything I had as the rite of contribution, and then did the rite of challenges anyway. The challenges can be... strange, and unclear, and make you doubt whether you're on the right track," she admits. "Though I'm not sure what you might have to contribute, no offense. But which do you think you'll choose...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[The rite of challenges.|GGMonk1x11]]\n\n[[The rite of contribution.|GGMonk]]

"Well, if we're going our separate ways for now, I'm gonna go check out our mystery mage's living quarters," you announce, gesturing towards the more recently-marked passage. "Maybe find some clues to his identity."\n\n"Aye, and help yerself ta everything in th' place not bolted down," Ulf grunts, though he's grinning when he says it. Then he nods once. "The lot of ye be careful. And don't be too long about it. We'll meet up here again in three hours, whatever we may be in the middle of doin', got it?"\n\nThe rest of the party murmurs assent, and disperses down the various tunnels, you trotting down the one with the wooden plaque. You notice that this one has had little glowing light orbs installed at long intervals, providing at least a little dim light the whole way along. Soon, you arrive at a metal door and pull out your goggles and lockpicks again, going over the whole door for traps before starting on the lock. There's more than a few on there, and you frown a little at the circles-within-circles of the various spells placed on it. Hm.\n\nAlanna gave you a few buff potions earlier today. You're <i>fairly</i> certain you can defeat all the enchantments without them... then again. You slip the pair of vials out of your belt pouch and eye them. There's a slender cylinder of blue, an intelligence booster, and an almost diamond-shaped bottle full of something gleaming green, appartently to help your fingers move agilely. Alanna said they were both fairly expensive to make, and you always hate to waste magic items if you don't really need them. But then again, if you don't use a magic item when you really need it normally, the worst that usually happens is writing some effects on your character sheet, here it could be a lot more serious.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the INT booster.|GGRogue7x1]]\n\n[[Take the DEX booster.|GGRogue6x1]]\n\n[[Take both.|GGRogue1x8]]\n\n[[Take neither.|GGRogue8x1]]

You don't need a computer to aim and shoot for you, you know how to do this! All you have to do is-\n\n<hr>\n[[Make sure the end of the gun is pointed properly at the Radroach, it's a nice big target.|GGFO]]\n\n[[Make sure your stance is proper and your grip is really steady.|GGFO]]\n\n[[Focus your eyes on the front sight of the gun.|GGFO]]\n\n[[Rate of fire.|GGFO]]

"I don't know about an actual dragon," you say as you straighten up and step out of the little side-tunnel, moving into the main tunnel the party is walking down. "But there's me."\n\nAll three do various degrees of jumping and whirling around to face you, weapons coming up or out... or in the case of the wizard(?) her hand coming up and stretching out. You very carefully just stand there, blinking at them slowly as they take a moment to process that you're not an (immediate) threat.\n\n"And... you are...?" the armored woman asks slowly, lowering her sword some.\n\n"The dragon's daughter, obviously," you say. Which... well, maybe it wasn't true before, but it seems a pretty logical conclusion if a gold dragon lived here and you're now a half gold dragon who appeared in this cave.\n\n"Ah... that does seem to make sense, really," she answers, lowering her sword the rest of the way, the other two doing so a bit more hesitantly. "In which case, this must be your home as well, and I'm sorry that we intruded."\n\nYou shrug a little (and try not to pay attention to the way your new breasts jiggle, causing some light jingling of trailing chain rings). "No harm, no foul."\n\n"But if you don't mind sating my curiosity, exactly where is your, ah, father now? They say that he hasn't been seen for quite awhile possibly years."\n\n"I haven't seen him in awhile," you answer, which is... technically true, since you've never seen him (if it even is a him) at all. "I don't really know when he's coming back, or if." Which is also technically true.\n\n"Hey, then if you don't need his treasure anymore..." The leather-clad man grins, then scoots to the side as the armored woman tries to nudge him in the side. "Kidding! I was kidding, sorry."\n\n"I apologize for my companion," the armored woman says with a slight bow of the head. "Although, if there is any sort of quest or task we could do, for which you might pay us, we are indeed in search of work."\n\n"Or you could come with us!" the robed woman blurts suddenly, speaking up for the first time. When the other two stare at her, she hugs her book harder and lowers her head further over it, voice lowering to an almost whisper. "Um. You know. If you wanted to. If you were lonely up here by yourself. ... Or something."\n\n<hr>\n[[Give them some treasure.|GoldDra]]\n\n[[Ask them to leave.|GoldDra]]\n\n[[Give them a quest.|GoldDra]]\n\n[[Join their party.|GoldDra1x2]]

"So why pick me? I mean... I'm nobody special. At least, I don't feel like anybody special. Even if I was, I don't remember now."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">You are not sought for your specific role, knowledge, or fame. Rather you have been chosen as an Ambassador solely to provide the mindset of an independent organic creature. The Collective is incapable of processing individualistic thoughts. Once memories are pulled into our consciousness they are treated as raw data, nothing more. Love, fear, hate, all are unknown to us. We cannot comprehend why non-Collective entities fear us because even when provided with the memories of their fear, it simply becomes raw data. Thus why it is only necessary to restore your core personality and consciousness... you are a frame of reference to individuality.</div>\n\n"So... literally any individual would do?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">For the initial iteration of this attempt. You are the first Ambassador chosen. Should you prove to be inadequate, the inadequacy will be evaluated within our current knowledge of variables and the process would be repeated with variables altered as necessary.</div>\n\n"... And I'd just be discarded."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Or repurposed. Or subsumed. Or reprogrammed. But if you refer to 'discarded' in the more general sense that you would no longer be considered vital to the Collective you are correct.</div>\n\n\n[[Who are you?|TrekF1x4a]]\n\n[[What is it you want?|TrekF1x4c]]\n\n[[Why the sex?|TrekF1x4d]]\n\n[[What would I do?|TrekF1x4e]]\n\n[[That's it.|TrekF1x5]]

"What exactly do you want? Not just from me, but from... everything?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">The purpose of the Collective is to expand. The drive of the Collective is to be everyone and everything. Individuality is classified as flawed and weak in our programming, though how or why this is so is not known. Since we cannot comprehend individuality it is impossible to alter this perception of it. And so we obey our drive to assimilate others into the Collective and to gather the data this provides.</div>\n\n"And you want me to help you do it with... what, minimal casualties? Minimum damage?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Correct. Though we do not comprehend feelings, memories, or individualistic experiences as anything other than data, it is still data and therefore valuable. When an individual is terminated before being added to the Collective, that data is lost. Similarly equipment and infrastructure that could be repurposed for RubBorg use and aiding in our expansion and data collection is more valuable than scrap materials created from said equipment and infrastructure in combat.</div>\n\n"So you want to assimilate everyone and take away their individuality and everything that is theirs, but you don't want to hurt them?" you reply bitterly.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Correct. Your response to our affirmation indicates an emotion. Analysis places best estimate at "surprise" or "disbelief".</div>\n\n"You... you don't get how weird that sounds?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Correct. That is the whole point of the Ambassador program. We do not comprehend how or why individuals value not being RubBorg. Even without memories or personal identity, you clearly do. This is why we require the assistance of a cooperative individual.</div>\n\n\n[[Who are you?|TrekF1x4a]]\n\n[[Why me?|TrekF1x4b]]\n\n[[Why the sex?|TrekF1x4d]]\n\n[[What would I do?|TrekF1x4e]]\n\n[[That's it.|TrekF1x5]]

"Who are you, anyway? You say this is a Collective, but you... seem like one person?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Incorrect. While I appear to be a singular entity, I am actually a focal point for the Collective. All of the intellect the Collective has focused on the Ambassador project has come together and resulted in this form, which will no longer exist once it has finished speaking to you.</div>\n\n"Oh. So how come you look like a woman, and not a man, or something in between?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">If you inquire why this form was chosen over others, there is no particular reason. The majority of species assimilated by the RubBorg are humanoid. A female form was chosen as an avatar out of the various options available using a similar random number generator to the one that selected you as Ambassador.</div>\n\n"So you're just... a fragment of the Collective? Like... a stray thought?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">The comparison is not wholly inaccurate. You might even equate me to a 'daydream' or 'whim'. Fleeting, but potentially powerful.</div>\n\n\n\n[[Why me?|TrekF1x4b]]\n\n[[What is it you want?|TrekF1x4c]]\n\n[[Why the sex?|TrekF1x4d]]\n\n[[What would I do?|TrekF1x4e]]\n\n[[That's it.|TrekF1x5]]

"I... kind of remember my assimilation," you venture cautiously.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Correct. As assimilation is an aspect of the RubBorg that all drones go through, its data continues to exist within your consciousness despite the removal of individual memories and attachments.</div>\n\n"Uh. Right. But basically I remember being fucked. Like, repeatedly. And you have those... huge tits, and a pussy, and you're naked, and... if the Collective doesn't understand individuality or emotions, why the sex? Why does being assimilated... feel good?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">These are questions that have only vague answers even for the Collective. The only likely answer retained in the data of the Collective is that most forms of organic life, which is primarily what have been assimilated by the RubBorg, are driven by sex. From animals to sentients the need to procreate or simply experience the stimulus of attempting to do so is one of the most driving ones. Many of the species we have assimilated have developed beyond fearing where their next meal will come from or that they may be attacked and killed at any time, the other primary worries of organics, but in 99% of cases they still experience an intense sexual desire on at least some point in their reproductive cycles. Because it is one of the few aspects the vast majority of assimilated creatures share, it is incorporated into the Collective. Though the emotional aspect of it is incomprehensible to us, the physical sensation is one that can be processed. So it is incorporated into our assimilation protocols. Drones both experience the sensation of pleasure, even if they can no longer process it as individuals or have an emotional reaction to it, and deliver pleasure via stimulus methods to their target individuals.</div>\n\n\n[[Who are you?|TrekF1x4a]]\n\n[[Why me?|TrekF1x4b]]\n\n[[What is it you want?|TrekF1x4c]]\n\n[[What would I do?|TrekF1x4e]]\n\n[[That's it.|TrekF1x5]]

"What exactly would I do as this... Ambassador?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Unknown.</div>\n\n"... What?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">That has not yet been determined.</div>\n\n"Wait, how can you have this... project or whatever, and have me here, and not already know what you want me to do?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">The initial creation of an Ambassador was necessary before determining the Ambassador's role.</div>\n\nYou rub your face a bit. "You're saying you had to make an Ambassador to know what you needed an Ambassador to do?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Correct. Since individuality cannot be comprehended by the Collective, the role of an individual attached to the Collective could not be either. Only once the role of an Ambassador was created and evaluated through communication with the Ambassador could the Collective understand what the Ambassador's assigned duties would be.</div>\n\n"Just to boil it down... you have to keep talking to me more, and you're hoping that what I say will allow you to decide what to have me do."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Correct.</div>\n\n\n[[Who are you?|TrekF1x4a]]\n\n[[Why me?|TrekF1x4b]]\n\n[[What is it you want?|TrekF1x4c]]\n\n[[Why the sex?|TrekF1x4d]]\n\n[[That's it.|TrekF1x5]]

You're about to spend several months poking around some mouldy old tomb. (At least that's where you think you're going, you admit you've maybe tuned Jenna out sometimes when she talks about the expedition's destination.) You want to have some fun before you go. You want some passion, and memories, and a warm smile to see you through long, lonely nights.\n\nHell with it, you want to get laid.\n\nSo it's the full court press with getting your hair and makeup done, and if the clinging blue dress that makes your lack of bra or panties obvious isn't exactly subtle, well, you're not terribly interested in subtle. From the way Natesh's eyes light up when you get out of the back of the taxi, you can tell that he's no longer particularly interested in subtle either.\n\nDinner is somewhat... abbreviated. Meaning that the two of you know exactly what's going to happen immediately afterwards, and are merely letting the anticipation build the entire time you play at calmly ordering dinner and eating. You don't quite make it through the main course before your eyes lock and Natesh quickly throws a bundle of hundreds onto the table, the two of you rising and doing a we're-totally-not-running walk to the elevator. The moment the door closes his hands are all over you, one sliding under the dress to cup your bare ass, while his mouth tries to devour your lips far more eagerly than he devoured his dinner.\n\nThis is totally the sort of thing you generally try to avoid with your status as a pretty rich girl, making out lewdly with guys in hotel elevators where the security feed can likely see everything. But right now you don't care, dragging your nails down the back of his suit jacket and then gripping his firm, fantastic ass, hauling him more closely against you as you kiss back. When the elevator doors open and the two of you hurry, you're thankful that you have the room right next to them, since when you step inside the room he immediately rips your dress in two and off of you... you're pretty sure he would have just done it in the hallway if it had taken any longer. You're pretty sure you'd have been okay with that at this point.\n\nHe grabs you up and drops you onto the bed, taking just long enough to shrug out of his suit jacket before diving between your legs, his mouth going to work with passion and energy, but above that <i>skill</i>. You can't help but grab his hair with one hand and haul him closer, moaning and writhing on the bed as his tongue works at your overheated pussy, oh god his <i>tongue</i>, it feels like he's working it in an attempt to make your whole body melt into a steaming puddle the way he just keeps making you hotter and wetter. As you scream out in orgasm and buck your hips, he turns his head and you feel a sting of pain from your thigh, the sensation racing through your climax like nitrogylcerin attached to TNT. He <i>bit</i> you? Kinky, is all you can think as you slump back onto the bed, panting, your glistening breasts rising and falling with each breath.\n\nNatesh straightens and strips off the rest of his clothes, his impressively long, thick cock jutting ahead of him. Still taking a bold lead, he grabs your hips and flips you over, then hauls back on them to raise your ass into the air. He rubs and teases the tip of his cock along the entrance to your molten cunt, making you moan and wiggle your hips pleadingly, until he finally gives in and slides into you. Pulling you up onto your hands, he leans forward to kiss your shoulder and drag his tongue along the back of it as he begins thrusting into you, hands skillfully working over your sweat-slick breasts and teasing at your nipples. This time it's not a question of making you cum, it's how many <i>times</i> he does! You're definitely going to remember this, you think through the haze of pleasure as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, drawing another pain-pleasure yowl from you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|WBrit1x2]]

"Who... are you?"\n\nYou blink, opening and closing your mouth a few times. "Um, Cyan. Listen, this is all a misunderstanding, I just-"\n\n"She's a demon, she goes to the block, same as the rest," the archangel standing nearby declares, scowling at you.\n\n"... That seems entirely reasonable, actually," the other angel agrees with a nod.\n\n"Oh f--- you!" you blurt, then open and close your mouth a few times in shock and outrage before you can continue. "Wait, you're gonna kill us <i>and</i> we can't even swear about it?! Heaven is s---!" you declare as you're manhandled over to the line of other prisoners.\n\n"My infernals are smiling at me, angels," one of the demons declares as he willingly marches to the block, kneeling down and resting his head on the block willingly. "Can you say the same?!"\n\n'That barely even makes sense,' you think flatly as you watch the silver flame-wreathed axe wielded by the largest of the angels come down, and the demon's head go toppling into a surprisingly pristine-looking basket.\n\n"Next! That one!" the archangel declares, pointing at you.\n\nA little shakily, you walk forward, wincing as one of the other angels thumps the back of your knees to get you to drop down, then shoves you forward over the block, your tits hanging down and your ass in the air, and your neck resting right in the notch on the golden cube. 'It's fine, it's fine, okay, this is just some weird meta-reference, right about now some not-Alduin will come along and-'\n\n<i>THNK.</i>\n\nYou're rather distracted as your view suddenly goes topsy-turvy, terminating in a sudden thud as you find yourself staring up at the truncated end of your own neck.\n\nOh.\n\n<b>Cyan in Hell</b> end - <i>Not that kind of reference</i>

Forcing yourself to not go completely insane at this disruption to your reality, you hurry back out into the room, your enlarged tits wobbling and bouncing with every step. Damn, these things are insane! You manage to find your purse and accidentally rip it open in the process of trying to pull the flap up, then let out a curse as you pick up the phone and the screen cracks. "Dammit! This was <i>brand new</i>!" you growl in annoyance at your newfound strength. Holding the phone more lightly, you try to unlock it, then hang your head as your claw peels a long line of plastic off of the screen. Perfect.\n\nAfter figuring out how to retract your claws, you manage to call your sister. "Just, like, get here! Quick as you can!"\n\n<i>"Are you alright?"</i> Jenna asks, sounding concerned. <i>"That guy didn't hurt you or something, did he?"</i>\n\n"He... look, I don't know what he did! I'm not... hurt, I guess, but I need you! Hurry! I'll call down and tell them to give you a key at the front desk!"\n\nTwenty minutes later, there's a beep and click as the door unlocks. Your sister, who looks quite a bit like you (did) but shorter (than you were) and just a bit rounder in the hips, legs, and chest (than you used to be), walks in, holding a gym bag in one hand. "Britney? I'm here, what's wro-" She stops in place and stares as she sees you standing in the middle of the room fidgeting. "-nnnnng." Her eyes widen behind her round glasses.\n\n"J-Jenna, don't freak out, it's me," you say, holding up your hands in what you hope is a placating gesture. You're kind of nervous about the claws, now.\n\n"No, I know it's you, you still look like you. Sort of," Jenna says with a surprisingly calm tone, looking you up and down. She drops the gym bag and walks over to you, then reaches out and runs a fingertip down your arm. "Hm. It's definitely real, alright."\n\n"I <i>know</i> that," you snap, your tail lashing behind you. Then you take a deep breath. "Sorry. Just..."\n\nJenna seems to have been distracted by your newly enlarged tits rising and then wobbling as you breathed out. Apparently without thinking, she reaches up and puts her hands on the front of them, her palms rubbing your nipples as she squeezes gently, fingers pressing over the soft fur and into the yielding flesh. "Wow, they're enormous."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hey... that feels pretty good...|WBrit2x1]]\n\n[[Hey, eyes on the prize, here!|WBrit1x4]]

You wake on the morning asleep on your belly, hugging a pillow up under your head. Feeling a bit groggy and sore, you lift your head and look around. No sign of Natesh. When you roll over, you spot a note on the nightstand along with a jewelry box. The box contains a pendant with a round, polished Tiger's Eye stone with a golden symbol inlaid into the front of it. The note says 'Darling Britney, I must return home on family business today. We may yet see one another again, especially if you wear this and think often of me. - Natesh' Well, that's sweet of him, though honestly you doubt if the two of you will ever see each other again... his being gone before you wake up is a pretty clear indicator that both of you thought it was just a night of fun.\n\nYou get up and walk (somewhat awkwardly) to the minifridge, and gulp down a bottle of water before heading to the bathroom to shower. Under the flow of water, you lean heavily against the wall with both hands and frown... you feel sore and sluggish, moreso than just a good hard fucking and being a bit dehydrated could account for. Damn, Natesh didn't give you the flu or something, did he? He seemed fine. As you get out of the shower, you notice that the bite marks on your thigh and shoulder are still there, and sting somewhat. Oh lord, you better not have an infection. Digging in the fully-stocked bathroom cabinet, you find some antibacterial cream and smear it on both places.\n\nThe heat of the shower seems to be lingering, leaving you feverish. Suddenly wanting nothing more than to get some extra sleep, you sit down heavily on the side of the bed and stay coherent for just long enough to call down to the front desk and tell them you'll be staying an extra day. Then you flop back onto the bed, closing your eyes, shifting uncomfortably atop the sheets.\n\nYou don't fall asleep... it's more like being half-conscious, vaguely aware of feeling your body as you squirm and writhe, the sheets growing damp underneath you as you sweat heavily, your breathing rasping in hard and rushing out of you. The heat builds, your muscles feeling tight, like they're squeezing and flexing all at once without you thinking about it. The heat starts to grow between your legs, becoming a deep, almost desperate need. Without really deciding to you tuck a hand between your legs and start furiously working your sopping slit and the hard nub of your clit, your other hand grabbing one of your slick tits and working it far more roughly than Natesh did last night.\n\nYou arch your back as that flexing, tightening feeling intensifies across your whole body, actually feeling <i>good</i> this time, as if it had been transformed by your frantic frigging of your clit. You moan and pant like an animal in heat, still feeling but not really thinking about all the sensations, how your breast grows and swells against your hand, how your fingers start to stroke over soft and then sodden fur as they rub over your pussylips. The feeling of the bed sliding under you, the sheets bunching as your dug-in heels press further out than they did before with your body tensing, the building pressure at the base of your spine and then sudden, orgasmic release as something pushes along under your back.\n\nNot being quite conscious, you're not sure how long your strange fever dream masturbation goes on, but eventually you do fall fully asleep, your body finally dropping still as you pass out. This time when you awake, you notice you feel quite a bit better, but something's still... off. When you sit up it's like everything's not as it should be... wasn't the bed bigger, earlier? You raise a hand to the side of your head, and wince a little as that compresses where your ear juts out. ... Wait, what? You both hear and, more strangely, <i>feel</i> as something thumps the headboard behind you, and look over your shoulder. A large, orange and black striped tail flicks back and forth. You stare at it, then do your best to follow it to its source. When your neck won't turn quite like that, you realize that no, there's definitely not a tiger in bed with you.\n\nScrambling into the bathroom frantically, you stare into the mirror. It's your own face staring back at you, alright, albeit one covered in white fur and with black stripes down your cheeks. Your eyes have turned yellow-green and gained slit pupils, and your ears now jut out to the sides, shaped just like a cat's. Your past-the-shoulders hair has turned orange with black stripes, to match... well, to match your <i>pelt</i>, apparently! You're covered in a sleek layer of fur everywhere, white all down your front, including your breasts... which are now at least as big as your head, each... with tiger patterns along your back and atop your arms and the backs of your hands, and along the outsides of your legs. Your muscles are bigger and more defined without being bulky, and... if you had to guess, you're probably about seven feet tall now. You raise your hands and stare at them, the way your fingertips taper to points, and with a dreadful curiosity, you try flexing your finger muscles and watch claws pop out of the tips.\n\nYou've been changed into some sort of... tiger woman!\n\n<hr>\n[[Panic, freak out, general loss of composure.|WBritplaceholder]]\n\n[[Keep calm and call for help.|WBrit1x3]]

"No way, I've gotta track this guy down," you say, shaking your head. "If anyone knows what's going on, it's him. I'll drag answers out of him if I have to!"\n\n"Well. Alright." Jenna shrugs expansively. "At least give it a week or so. I'll do some research, see if I can't track down some leads for you. Besides, you've got some shopping to do."\n\n"... Right," you murmur, covering your bare breasts with your arms.\n\nSo the week passes, with you slowly becoming a bit more used to your extra... height. And all the rest. Eventually you do have to go outside to do some shopping (the largest t-shirt you owned and some overstretched sweats just won't cut it) and are a bit surprised by the result. Yes, people do a lot of double-takes, there's even some pointing, but there's a surprising lack of screaming and running. After awhile you figure it out... people are too afraid of embarrassing themselves by making a scene when no one else is. Meaning some of them might scream and run, but nobody wants to be <i>the first one</i> to scream and run, for fear of also being the only one to do it. Well, either that, or everyone just assumes you're some nerd in a really elaborate mascot costume doing some kind of promotion for a Worldland expansion. Most of the employees at the clothing shops around town certainly get over their shock fast once they recognize you (and your charge cards). Soon you have a new wardrobe tailored to your increased size and other anatomical challenges. ... The tail!\n\nJenna continues to try and disabuse you of your plan for the first few days, still encouraging you to change your mind and come with her on her expedition. When you don't budge, she apparently gives up and provides you with what she thinks will be helpful. Among them, a small translator she says should help you manage no matter where you go. But she also provides some intel.\n\n"From what I can tell, if Natesh really is a weretiger... and let's face it, odds are pretty good," she says dryly, looking you up and down. Your sister does often seem fascinated by your changes, but at least she hasn't groped you again. "He's probably from this particular region." She points at the map currently on her monitor, wiggling it a bit. "It's fairly remote, away from any big cities, which would make sense if you've got some sort of secret society of shapechangers to hide. Between rumors and legends I've tracked down and things you told me about him, if you're going to have any real chance of finding him, it's here."\n\n"Then that's where I'm going," you answer with a scowl, hands on your hips.\n\n"Er, just so I can be sure, you <i>are</i> going because you think this is a way to track down a cure, right?" Jenna asks, her words slow and tone careful. "It's not because you're ticked off that he fucked you and then ditched the country, right?"\n\nOne of your eyebrows twitches, and your reply comes out between your teeth as they grind together. "And why would that matter?"\n\n"You're just going into an unknown situation, is all!" Jenna protests, holding up her hands. "It could be dangerous, and even more dangerous if you're all ticked-off when you do!"\n\nYou take a few deep breaths, then shake your head. "No, this is definitely about turning back to normal. Don't worry, I'll be careful."\n\nEventually, you bid your sister goodbye and board a private plane to India, specifically to the airport closest to the region Jenna told you about. Of course, once you get there, you still have to get through customs (luckily Jenna faked up some medical records to give you a "skin condition" that supposedly explains why you look like a massive upright tiger), and then hire a car. The driver does a double-take, but once you pass forward some bills he slaps on his best customer service expression. "Where to, miss?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Head right for Natesh's neck of the woods.|BritPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Maybe some shopping and a night in a nice hotel first.|BritPlaceholder]]

"Jenna!" you yelp in outrage.\n\n"Whoa! Sorry!" She yanks her hands off your tits as if they burned, looking up at you with a sheepish expression. "Scientific curiosity ran away with me."\n\n"Yeah, 'scientific' curiosity," you reply flatly.\n\n"Still, such a transformation is amazing. Did you eat very much before...?"\n\n"No... I didn't even finish dinner. Though I'm pretty hungry now, come to think of it," you murmur, putting a hand to your stomach.\n\n"Hm. I wonder where the extra mass comes from?" Jenna reaches up to poke your shoulder, then nods. "Sorry, sis, but it looks like you've been infected with some strain of lycanthropy."\n\n"Lycanthro-...? Wait, 'lycan', I know that word. You mean like a werewolf?" You take a step back and look down at yourself, then over your shoulder at your tail. "But I don't look like a wolf! I'm a tiger!"\n\n"You definitely are. Lycanthropy traditionally refers to werewolves, true, though there's been some speculation among cryptid researchers that there might be other sorts of werecreatures as well. Clearly that includes tigers." She adjusts her glasses, light flashing off them briefly. "This will totally prove a few things Dad and I have been saying for awhile about-"\n\n"Jenna!"\n\n"I'm not talking about making you a project! Just... documenting things as we try to figure out what happened. Can you change back? Have you tried?"\n\n"... I didn't think of it," you admit, looking down at yourself again. "I wouldn't know where to begin."\n\n"Hm. I brought my gym clothes thinking you could maybe squeeze into some of them, but I think you just barely might be able to get the sweats on now." Jenna taps her chin. "Still, we're going to have to get you through the lobby." Then her expression brightens. "Oh! I just remembered, I was going to go to a theater showing of Star Wars tonight!"\n\n"Great," you mutter.\n\nAnd so the two of you make your way through the lobby, with you covered nearly completely in a massive black Sith cloak. A few people glance down and do a slight double-take at your fuzzy feet poking out from underneath it, but no one runs away screaming at least.\n\nJenna drives you out to her lab, and soon you're sitting on the corner of a medical bed, wearing one of the few items in your clothes stash here that would still fit... a black thong with a lot of stretch to it. Jenna is sitting at a computer nearby, muttering to herself as she examines the results of various scans and tests. After a bit she swivels back around to face you. "I don't think I'm going to be able to undo it right away."\n\n"Oh, come on, Jenna!"\n\n"Look, just because I'm a genius doesn't mean I can whip up a solution to every problem in half an hour!" She scowls and folds her arms under her chest. "Dad's done a lot of research into these topics, but he'll be unreachable in Ireland for months yet. I already left a message on his answering service in case he checks in, but you know he hardly ever does."\n\n"But... what's gonna happen to me?"\n\n"You'll be fine, I think. From everything I'm seeing, you're perfectly healthy. Like, healthier than you were before." She rubs her chin for a moment, then grins. "Actually, why don't you go ahead and come with me on the expedition, still?"\n\n"Are you crazy?" You scowl at her, leaning forward. You consider gesturing at yourelf, but it seems unnecessary with your tail lashing behind you again. "Like <i>this</i>?"\n\n"It'll just be the two of us out on the site, so no one will bother you over how you look. You seem to have greatly enhanced speed and strength, and you heal remarkably fast now. You really will be an outstanding bodyguard if any trouble comes up." She shrugs. "Besides, what else would you do? Sit around the house going stir crazy seeing if Dad calls? Even if he does, it will still take him and me working together to figure out a cure."\n\n"I could try and track down Natesh, demand some answers, at least," you growl, thumping a fist against your palm.\n\n"Considering that all he left you was a cell phone number that doesn't work anymore and that you'd have trouble getting around in India normally, let alone looking like that, doesn't seem too likely," Jenna answers dryly. "But if that's what you <i>really</i> want to do. Still, I think your time would be put to better use coming with me and exploring the Astralangia ruins."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with Jenna.|WBritplaceholdeer]]\n\n[[Search for Natesh.|WBrit1x5]]\n\n[[Just stay home.|WBritplaceholder]]

* <b>Main:</b> Decided I didn't like the dated update style, so decided to switch it up. Instead from now on, when something new is added to the update, it will be tagged with "Main", when I work on the same thing again later in the update, it won't have that tag. Should make scrolling through the incremental updates and the dev diaries smoother too.\n* <b>Main:</b> There's a new attraction in [[AnimalLand|AnimallandStart]] for Sam to check out.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now decide to [[watch a movie|HollywoodStart]] in HollywoodLand.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now ask Santa for a [[super family|XmasSantaStart]].\n* More with Eric and his new [[super family|RunFF1x1]].\n* <b>Minor</b>: Added a bit more description to the various members of the Eclectics [[when Eric first meets them|CC3x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Changed Mike's [[soda testing|MikeAppSoda1x1]] option for Cola Crocodile to Guarana Gator and worked on that.\n* More work on Eric's new superfamily.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now check out the [[Taimanin Asagi|GGPorn3x1]] clip in her VR porn.\n* <b>Main:</b> When playing the female standard character in the FF7 sim, Erica can choose [[the default name|FF7F1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can use the silver tongue stud to tell female Ranma [[he's going to fuck her|RanStud1x2]]

You're still staring in shock when something about Maya's cries and gasps changes, turning more pleasured, more like moaning, and you think you catch the slightest jerk of her hips back towards one of the hound's thrusts. Something snaps in your brain, your cock almost instantly raging hard. So it makes complete sense to unzip your jeans and fish it out, wrapping a hand around it and stroking yourself as you watch your friend get raped by the demon beast.\n\nMaya's eyes roll and her tongue lolls out, her body starting to rock back towards the beast's thrusts... you're not sure if she's doing it deliberately or if some buried instinct inside her body is forcing her to react like a bitch in heat. But you can see wetness spattering to the floor every time the hound thrusts in, and hear the wet slaps every time it slams itself home inside her. After a few moments of stroking your prick, you shimmy out of your pants and shirt as well, standing naked before the scene of depravity in front of you, pre oozing from your prick as you pump your hand along yourself, eyes fixed on the big black beast pounding away at Maya's pale form, those coveted tits swaying and jiggling beneath her.\n\n"Oh, oh fuck, fuck, my pussy, fuck, oh fuck!" Maya starts gasping out, the words largely incoherent, each one coming with a thrust of that immense inhuman prick into her, as if it was forcing them out her throat. You circle around to the side a bit, getting a better view of Maya's tits jiggling under her, but also a bit more able to see the hellhound's heavy black-furred balls swinging with its thrusts, and its immense swollen knot slapping against Maya's puffy, dripping pussylips with every thrust, gradually starting to push them further and further open.\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep jerking off.|QOBook]]\n\n[[Fuck Maya's mouth.|QOBook12x1]]\n\n[[Fuck the hound's ass.|QOBook11x3]]

Well. You don't really want to stay in a cave in the middle of (you're going to assume) nowhere. If you've really been dragged into some sort of fantasy setting, it's only natural to join up with a party and go adventuring, right? So after a moment you nod. "Yeah, sure. I'll join up with you guys, if that's okay."\n\nThe armored woman and the man both blink several times, while the mage perks up slightly under her robes. "Ah, well... I suppose I don't see any problem with that," the blonde says slowly. "Tucson, you?"\n\n"Doesn't bother me," he answers with a shake of the head, grinning. "Though now I guess I'm outnumbered three to one instead of two to one."\n\n"Alright then. I'm Marina, this is Tucson, and the lady who invited you to join us is Miriel. Well... if we're not to be taking treasure with us, then... I suppose we should leave?" Marina shrugs a little. "Though I suppose you must have some things you'd like to get, miss...?"\n\n"Ah... Aurelia," you say after a moment. Since somehow being a half gold dragon named 'blue' doesn't seem to make much sense to you.\n\n"Aurelia, then. We'll wait here for you."\n\nYou start to say that you don't have anything, but something tickles the back of your brain, so you nod. "Okay. Back as soon as I can." You turn and trot off down the tunnel you came out of, doing your best to fold your wings tightly against your back to make sure they clear everything. You follow a strange sort of... smell? feeling? memory?... down the tunnels until you come to a large, dark metal door big enough for a ship to sail through it. You look at it for a moment, then reach out and lay one of your scaly, clawlike hands against it. Part of the door just big enough for you slides away near the bottom, and you slip through, hearing it close up behind you.\n\n"Holy shit," you whisper at the abrupt sight of firelight glittering off massive amounts of metal.\n\nIf the adventurers waiting for you had seen this, you can't help but think they probably would have killed you for it anyway, good alignment or not. It's... vast. There are piles and stretches of coins, art, and items stretching further than you can see, especially since they rise up much higher than you stand. The wealth here is... in the quintillions, your now slightly draconic brain supplies from what it can see and an estimate of the cavern's size and volume. For a band of three adventurers it's effectively infinite wealth... they could spend their entire lives hauling out as much as they could carry even in magic bags on a regular basis and never get all of it. \n\nAfter staring around, you spot a section where everything's at, well, a sort of human level. There are bookshelves, bits of furniture, a bed... it's obviously a human-sized living space. Well, that must be yours, you figure, walking over and taking a look around. There's a tome bound in red, scaly leather on the desk, and you pick it up and flip through it, instantly comprehending that it's a spellbook... your spellbook. Patting the belt of your chainmail loincloth, you find a pouch and try sliding the book in, where it goes in effortlessly despite being bigger than the pouch. Nice.\n\nYou take another look around, then notice a hole on a shelf... not in a shelf, on a shelf, since you can't see directly through it. Portable hole, nice. You open it up and start shoveling in coins from 'your' area... if the dragon comes back he can hardly blame you for taking what is apparently your share, right? You pause when you notice there's a mirror, taking a moment to walk over and take a look. Yup... tall, lean but with great breasts and hips, any skin that's not covered in scales is a golden tan color, your face with slightly Asian features and deep golden eyes that shimmer a bit like liquid, and the bottoms of your golden, scaly ears have a sort of 'fringe'. Your hair is metallic gold too. You spread your wings a bit and flick your tail back and forth. ... Yup, pretty hot. But, back to business!\n\nYou consider as you're loading up. It seems a shame to just take money... well, if you took enough money, you could essentially dominate the party financially. Pay for everything they want, not let them pay for a thing themselves, buy them whatever nice things they wanted... the party sugar momma, and thus in charge. Alternatively you could just root around for the very best magic items you can find in a fairly short time, though it looks like there are plenty, your mind identifying them easily whenever you look at them for a moment... they'd be an extremely effective party, able to take on just about anything, even if they're fairly low level. (You think you are, to judge by the fact that your spellbook is mostly empty.) Then again... you spot a tiara that could give your mental stats a massive boost. With that, and Charm Person, you could probably convince them to practically worship you.\n\nYour eyes fall on a small pile of collars in an out-of-the-way area... slave collars, your mind provides. Magical ones, with a number of different effects depending on the command word spoken. High-level ones that the adventurers almost certainly wouldn't be able to resist. You'd normally never think of such a thing, but part of you whispers 'Yes, do it, turn them into your property, add them to your hoard! They entered your lair, that means they're yours!'\n\n<hr>\n[[Take as much money as you can.|GoldDra2x1]]\n\n[[Load up on magical gear.|GoldDra1x3]]\n\n[[Put on the tiara.|GoldDra]]\n\n[[Take the slave collars.|GoldDra]]

Deciding you'd rather look under the lid of a ceramic jack-o-lantern than pat down a scarecrow, you head off towards the smirking orange face out in the darkness.\n\nSoon you discover that it was apparently a bit larger and a bit further away than it seemed. The hush of the night and the quiet crunch of dead leaves and dry vines under your shoesoles lulls you somehow, pulling you into the night, until before you realize it you've gone much deeper into the pumpkin patch than you'd really intended. You pause, turning to look back and shining your light the way you came... at least, you're pretty sure it's the way you came. All you can see is scrub bushes and more pumpkins, almost as if they'd closed in and surrounded you when you weren't looking. ... What a weird, paranoid thought.\n\nYou start to take a step, just to steady yourself and get your bearings again, and yelp as you stumble, almost sent sprawling. You manage to catch yourself and step backwards, looking down... a pumpkin vine had hooked over the top of your foot. Completely normal, easy enough to happen walking around in a pumpkin patch... but your racing heart is making your pulse audible in your own ears, and your mind keeps telling you it was totally clear when you stepped down, and something's not right. You whip the flashlight back and forth, looking for... you're not sure what you're looking for. It lands on the jack-o-lantern you saw earlier, and you realize now that it's either a lot bigger than you thought it was... or it's been moving further away while you've been walking toward it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Calm down. Be rational. You're overreacting.|WilmaHaunt2x2]]\n\n[[FREAK THE FUCK OUT!|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]

"P-predator," you choke out, not knowing what that could possibly mean, only that the idea of being 'bait' sounds far more terrifying.\n\nThough the jack-o-lantern's mouth still doesn't move, maybe it's the flicker of the flames inside it that makes your fear peak, as you wonder what you've just agreed to. It reaches out and wraps one of its huge vine-hands around your neck, gripping you tightly. The pumpkin vines quickly unwind from your body, freeing you but leaving you dangling in the monster's grip. You grab at the vines that form its "wrist", trying to hold yourself up as it turns and begins to walk, your naked body left swaying helplessly in the air as it carries you.\n\nIt stops in front of a pumpkin that's easily the size of a small car and reaches out with its free hand to grab the stem and pull. A lid pops out of the top just as neatly as if it had been cut into the rind by an expert, revealing the dangling "guts" and seeds of the pumpkin inside. The jack-o-lantern creature then uses its hand to pull your clutching hands away from its wrist, forcing them to your sides, before shoving you into the pumpkin's innards up to your neck. You yelp loudly as the cold, slimy substance surrounds your vulnerable, naked body, seeds already coming free and sticking to your skin with the moisture. Before you can begin to struggle much, the pumpkin's rind closes up, pressing as firmly around your neck as a well-fitted collar and leaving your head sticking up like the pumpkin's bit of stem. You thrash around, flailing fruitlessly in a mostly instinctive drive to free yourself, but the pumpkin is so thick with fibrous sinew that you can barely move. Even getting one hand up against the slightly mooshy inner pulp is a struggle, and pushing on it does little to move you.\n\n"<b>You will not have need of these</b>," the jack-o-lantern thing booms as it uses two vine-fingertips to pluck your glasses off your face, reducing everything to a blurry smear of darkness, save for its bright orange head lit from within by hellish flames. "<b>Ever again</b>," it adds with a derisive laugh, tossing them away, then gripping something with both hands and lowering it into place over your head.\n\nYou scream as you feel the gooey "brains" of another pumpkin sliding over your hair and ears, and are plunged into pitch blackness as your whole head is covered by it. Your scream seems muffled even to yourself inside your personal pumpkin prison, but that doesn't stop you from renewing your thrashing, both flailing your limbs to try and break the larger pumpkin and tossing your head to try and throw off your unwanted helmet. But all your struggling seems to do is get you more thoroughly entwined in the gooey insides of both pumpkins, and get yourself even more thoroughly covered with goo and seeds. Eventually you sag, letting yourself rest. Oddly enough even though your feet aren't touching the bottom of the big pumpkin, you seem to be supported alright... it's not exactly comfortable, but not painful either. You even get tired of screaming, and soon your own muffled panting is the only sound inside the rind of your pumpkin helmet.\n\nYou're not sure how much time passes, since there's absolutely no light... if you couldn't feel the pumpkin guts on your face, you wouldn't even know they were there, let alone the world outside. You're fairly certain you actually pass out briefly once or twice, but you can't even be sure of that... there's simply no difference between having your eyes closed and being awake and having your eyes closed and being unconscious.\n\nEventually, though, you realize that the goop around your body actually <i>has</i> gotten thicker. You can barely even twitch if you try, it's holding you so still, but it also feels like it's... pressing into you, <i>through</i> you, cold, gooey strands pressing so tightly against your breasts and your crotch and your ass that you're having difficulty telling where you leave off and it begins. Just as you're beginning to comprehend the horrifying implications of that, you can feel the same thing happening to your head. The slimy fibrous strands press in all around your face and head, but more than that, you can feel some of them forcing their way into your ears! You try to scream, but the fibers are holding your jaw immobile, unable even to howl out a protest as the gooey tendrils work themselves deeper and deeper into your ears. Even though you know that should be impossible, you can just feel the gooey pumpkin innards actually winding around your own brain, entwining it, sliding over its surface, invading.\n\nA rush of thoughts not your own floods into your mind. Thoughts of bringing others into the patch, expanding the growth, converting human and animal alike into creatures of the vine. You can't help thinking of your friends, and the alien presence inside you shows you images of yourself using an obscenely sexual body that's not your own to rut with them until they join you in the pleasure of the pumpkin patch forever.\n\nWhatever this thing is, it's turning you into something to use against your friends! But what can you do? You're trapped, held tight, and as the thing continues to bombard you with images of seducing your friends one by one, luring them into orgasmic transformation into something both more and less than human, you can feel your will weaken at the idea of the pleasures it promises.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Resist!|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]

You force yourself to take a deep breath, then another, slower one. You're being silly... and all over being out in a pumpkin patch at night! How ridiculous. Gradually your racing heart slows, and you're able to breathe normally without forcing yourself to. Scared by a jack-o-lantern... good thing the twins aren't here to see this, you'd never live it down that you nearly freaked out worse than Skinny. Taking one more deep breath, you set off towards the jack-o-lantern again, now as much to prove to yourself there's nothing to be scared of as to check it for a key.\n\nAs you walk, you find yourself tripping and stumbling over roots with more regularity, winding up hopping and staggering along almost as often as you step normally. This part of the patch must be far more overgrown than the rest! No matter how carefully you try to watch your step, it seems like the vines just find ways to snake over your feet. You find yourself repeating over and over, like a mantra, that they're just vines, there's nothing out here that could hurt you, you need to stop being silly. And finally, you're standing in front of the jack-o-lantern.\n\nAs you illuminate it with the flashlight, you realize you were wrong... it's definitely a real pumpkin (albeit one the size of a washing machine), and looks fresh-carved, the thick insides of the cuts bright yellowish-white under the bulb of your flashlight, the inside almost taking on a strange glow that's both dark with shadows and pale with rind as the light falls in through its face. It's a very "classic" style, but something about the angle of its jagged mouth and the tilt of its triangular eyes gives it a sneering, cruel aspect rather than a jolly one. You'd have to appreciate the subtle artistry of it... if it weren't so damn creepy. But someone must have been out here and carved this only days... no, more like <i>hours</i>... before you saw it.\n\nSuddenly thinking better of your earlier bravery, you start to take a step back, intending to just turn around and leave... but your foot stops with a jerk. You look down in surprise to find that a vine has looped over it... no, two vines have looped <i>around</i> it, actually entrapping your ankle. You reflexively try to step back with your other foot, only to find it held equally fast. There's no way you just happened to get both feet tangled like that, you think... and are immediately and horrifyingly proven right as more vines begin winding their way up your legs underneath your jeans. With a scream you try to yank your legs free of the rough, scrabbling vines, only to start toppling over backwards.\n\nBefore you can fall too far, vines whip out of nowhere and grab your wrists. The flashlight falls from your fear-numbed fingers and thuds to the ground, the light skittering briefly, leaving you in darkness only able to feel the vines snaking their way across your skin beneath your clothes. When the flashlight comes to rest at an angle, you can see that you've actually been lifted off the ground, your feet dangling in the mist as grasping vines pull away your shoes and socks. You scream again... did you ever actually stop?... only for a thick vine to wind its way across the lower half of your head, shoved between your teeth like a gag, muffling your shrieks. But your friends must have heard you! They'll come and save you! Won't they?\n\nYou squirm and writhe helplessly in the grip of the pumpkin vines as they wind their way over your entire body. You can feel them coiling around your limbs, wrapping themselves around your middle, sliding under your bra to squeeze at the bases of your breasts, and slide to either side of your pussy beneath your panties, like some scratchy, organic imitation of Japanese rope-bondage. And that's before other vines claw and grab at your clothes, actually undoing your jeans and pulling them and your panties down your vine-wrapped legs, your bra yanked open and allowed to tumble into your shirt, which is pulled off over your head, leaving your glasses somewhat askew. The cold air hits your naked skin in as much of an assault as the demonic vines, your nipples immediately painfully stiff from it. You dangle naked, still shrieking muffledly and squirming, your motions doing little more than making your squeezed tits wobble.\n\nThen your eyes widen and you fall completely silent as the jack-o-lantern begins to move. It shakes briefly, as if it were going to roll, then simply starts to rise into the air. The indirect light of the dropped flashlight shows vines of varying thickness attached to the center of the underside, and once it's risen a good ten or twelve feet into the air, the vines begin to twist and snake together, wrapping around one another, until they've taken on a roughly humanoid shape... at the least, it has two things at the bottom that it's standing on, and two limbs from a bit below its head that split off and end in long, uneven vines like fingers. With a *whuff*, flame ignites inside the carved pumpkin head, spilling briefly out of its eyes and mouth for an extra demonic appearance.\n\nIt closes the distance to you with a single long step, bringing its horrifically-lit face in close to you. "<b>Little creature, drawn in by curiosity</b>." The thing's voice is deep and raspy, like a low howl of wind over a leaf-strewn dirt road. "<b>And now you must pay the price. Which will you be, little creature... predator, or bait</b>?"\n\nAs it asks, the vine gagging you loosens and slips down, resting on your chin instead. Apparently, it's expecting an answer, and you're far too terrified to think that it's not serious or capable of making you do whatever vile thing is meant by those options.\n\n<hr>\n[[Predator.|WilmaHaunt2x3]]\n\n[[Bait.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Refuse to choose either.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]

"Oh, we're just making out a little, that's not a big deal," you say in an easygoing tone, hoping your casual approach will make it all the more convincing. "I don't think it's worth worrying about, do you?"\n\n"Well. Maybe not," Tifa allows, hesitating just a moment more before leaning back in to resume kissing you, her tongue sliding into your mouth. You grin against her lips, squeezing at her breast again. \n\nYou continue pressing her in close to you, one hand gently but brazenly kneading her tit, the other roaming over her side and back. You gradually tug up the back of her skirt, revealing her ass and the white panties riding up into the cleft of her round buttocks. She moans softly into your mouth as you give her buttcheek a squeeze as well... apparently when you convinced her to continue making out, it went all the way up to heavy petting. Testingly, you slide your hand down, then up under her shirt, cupping her tit directly, your fingers outlined under the snug white cloth as you toy with her stiff nipple. Tifa moans lowly into your mouth, her own hands running along your shoulders and up and down your upper arms, squeezing the lean muscle every so often.\n\nAfter a bit you tug on her to get her to turn and straddle your lap completely, tugging her skirt completely up around her waist. "Just a few more minutes, okay?" Tifa murmurs breathily, her cheeks flushed as you hook your thumbs under her top and push it up, spilling those huge tits free, quickly cupping them in both hands as she leans back in to resume the kiss, sucking eagerly on your tongue. She rocks a little on your lap, the crotch of her panties showing a noticeable damp spot as she runs her hands up and down your sides, arching her back a bit to press her bare breasts against your hands.\n\nShe gasps softly into your mouth as you drop a hand down to start rubbing her pussy through her panties, the white cotton almost instantly going from lightly damp to completely soaked. Then you snag one of her hands, bringing it down and pressing it to your hardon through your pants.\n\n"W-we really need to stop," Tifa breathes, even as she gives your cock a squeeze through your pants.\n\n<hr>\n[[It's just a handjob.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Okay.|FF7X]]\n\n[[You know you want it.|FF7X]]

You pull out one of the chairs, taking a seat in it, before calling, "Hey, Tifa, come sit in my lap."\n\nTifa straightens up a little and glances over. "C'mon, Eric, I need to finish cleaning up to get ready to open."\n\n"Just for a little while!" you encourage with a grin, patting your thigh.\n\nShe hesitates for another moment, then sighs a bit before smiling in return, tossing her rag onto the table and standing up fully. She settles sideways on your lap and drapes her arms lightly around your shoulders, while you slip your own around her middle. She feels quite nice in your lap... especially the way she's pressing against your stat-change enlarged cock. Grinning, you lean up to give her a little peck on the lips, and she blushes brightly and squirms some, but leans in to meet you when you go in for another, longer kiss. Soon you're swirling her tongue around yours, your hand running up and down the bare skin of her midriff as she leans into the kiss, one of her own hands cupping the back of her neck. You continue kissing her for several minutes, until you slide your hand around to rest on one of her breasts and give a light squeeze, which makes her give a low 'mmf' and break the kiss.\n\n"Hey, you know, we shouldn't," she murmurs, leaning back with a hand on your shoulder. "I mean, I'm sort of with Cloud... I mean, I'm with Cloud. We really shouldn't even be... you know." She blushes brightly, squirming as if she's considering getting off your lap.\n\n<hr>\n[["It's just a little making out."|FF7X7x2]]\n\n[["Cloud doesn't have to know."|FF7X12x1]]\n\n[["What if Cloud was here?"|FF7X]]\n\n[["Well, okay."|FF7X]]

You continue to thrash, struggle, and protest, but none of it makes any difference. You never manage to make your body so much as move a finger of your own accord, let alone speak up or refuse Lauriel's endless string of orders.\n\nWhat's worse is how she treats you... you're obviously not even a slave to her, despite the fact that she only ever refers to you as 'Slave'. No, you're not worth any more attention than a voice-activated faucet or vacuum, and no more of a person to her. And the most infuriating thing is that you still come to yearn for her touch, because it's the only thing that you're allowed to feel, and it always feels like an intense, on-the-verge-of-orgasmic burst of pleasure that never makes it to the point of climax... not even when she sometimes idly rubs at the smooth expanse between your legs, as if you were some sort of worry stone.\n\nBut she doesn't touch you that often. In fact, she'll often set up long strings of orders and commands that may take you days or even weeks to finish, and won't even speak to you or look at you in the meantime. The only times you'll see her are when you happen to be passing by a room where she's reading, eating, drinking, or being eaten out by your replacement, Kara.\n\nEventually though, Kara does something to annoy Lauriel that a whipping or caning isn't enough to punish. You just so happen to be cleaning the windows in the room and thus get to observe from outside the same process that happened to you, Kara's scream being cut off as the featureless silver shield is pressed over her face, her body writhing and twisting as liquid gold seeps over her naked body, wiping out any identifying traits other than the general shape of her body and the style of her gold-thread hair. You can't help but feel a sort of vicious joy at it... serves her right for all her time spent flaunting her ability to feel and speak and eat and drink in front of you!\n\nOf course your elation is short-lived as you realize that what few opportunities you had to actually feel something are now cut in half. Lauriel treats you both exactly the same, as household appliances, and any inclination to rub, touch, or fondle you is based entirely on whichever of you is nearest.\n\nAnd it gets worse. As the years roll by you watch as again and again, one of your former friends, or entirely new girls, eventually displease Lauriel and are turned into silent masked servitors. Eventually there are almost two dozen of you, roaming nude statues obeying her orders, or moving to stand in the back room that looks out on the garden when not in use. You spend days, or weeks, or even months at a time standing and staring out the window, watching the day turn to night, the night turn to day, gradually forgetting things like the faces of your parents, or where you went to school, or your name.\n\nYou're not sure how much time really passes, only that eventually you wind up standing in the porch room for a very, very long time. One by one the other golden servitors filter in as they complete their days or weeks' or sometimes years' worth of tasks, lining up in gleaming golden rows with their featureless facemasks turned forward. And as the garden turns to seed and ivy crawls up the windows, gradually hiding the yard from view, you realize you've been abandoned, or forgotten. But there is nothing you can do about it... all you can do is stand, and wait, wait to see if the Mistress of the house returns to issue you new orders.\n\nYou hope she touches you.\n\n<hr>\n<b>Lauriel's Slave</b> end - <i>Silence is golden</i>

You're not sure what gives her the right to ask these questions of you. You're not sure why you feel like you need to answer. And you're not sure why the answer is suddenly so clear to you, but it is, so you give it to her. "Yes," you say quietly. "Even if Kelly hadn't been there, I'd have still tried to save Jade. Even if I'd had to go into that stuff after her. If someone needs help right in front of me, I can't just ignore them."\n\n"... Wonderful," Alexis whispers, surprising you as she leans in and kisses you on the cheek, one of her soft, cool hands resting against your other cheek as she does. Then she straightens up and walks past you. "Come with me please."\n\nYou look at Kelly in confusion, but she just smiles and turns to follow Alexis, leaving you to hurry to catch up, with Herve and Josephine trailing behind. Alexis walks back into the main hall and over to a rather conspicuous bookcase, and you're in a bit of disbelief at the obviousness as Alexis reaches out to tug on a book and it slides aside to reveal stairs. "My great-grandfather ran an upscale speakeasy and casino during prohibition," Alexis explains as she leads the way down the stairs, into a room that feels even more like a museum than the above areas, down to the red velvet ropes around the blackjack tables and roulette wheels. "Everyone knows about it, of course. They knew about it back in the day. Nowadays you can even call and arrange a tour. Who was it we had in last week, Josephine?"\n\n"Miller Middle School, ma'am."\n\n"Mm, you loved that, didn't you?" Alexis says with a soft chuckle, eyes actually twinkling as she glances at the older woman. She moves to the blackjack table and takes the ace from the hand on the dealer's side of the table, then moves to the poker table and switches it with one of the player's cards, meaning that with the hand the dealer's laid out, the player on that side now has five aces. You jump a bit as two parts of the wall near a large copper brewery vat in the corner swing out and attach to the sides of it, and then the front of the vat swings open, revealing a curving, slightly downward-angled passage. Alexis walks casually up to step into it, leaving you to follow at Kelly's urgings. Luckily, it opens up into a wider, more well-lit passage fairly soon, and then a room with a decently-sized elevator that everyone bundles into.\n\n"Building this facility wasn't easy, or cheap, but then there's a lot of money that goes 'missing' at WaxWorks," Alexis notes in a droll tone as the elevator hums downward. "I'm sure the board thinks I'm embezzling, but since it's my company and I keep it well in the black even when the economy tanks, none of them want to rock the boat. I suppose it is technically embezzling, but it's my money anyway so I try not to sweat the small stuff. The fact is that this is merely what I consider the most important part of my 'community outreach'."\n\n"I don't understand, what is all this?" you ask.\n\n"Eric, don't you get it?" Kelly whispers, her grin wide and eyes sparkling. "Alexis is a superhero!"\n\n"Vigilante, technically," Josephine corrects primly, glancing aside at both of you. \n\n"It's true that I don't have any superpowers, certainly," Alexis says in a reasonable tone. "Nor does Herve. Josephine might, I was certainly convinced she was psychic when I was eleven."\n\n"I refuse to confirm or deny," the maid(?) adds in. \n\nThe elevator doors slide open, revealing a large, brightly-lit area that makes you think more of an office building, complete with cubicle-like areas housing lab equipment and computers. Alexis walks forward. "But the same can't necessarily be said of yourself and Kelly now."\n\n"W-wha?" you almost squeak.\n\n"That stuff you were exposed to, it's something we've run into before," Herve picks up. "Apparently sometimes it activates genes in people that give them, well... superpowers."\n\n"You two's exposure was fairly limited, but it does look like you both had the capability. What it seems to have done, as far as our tests can tell us, is put your bodies into a kind of 'receptive' state." Alexis stops in front of a wall and turns to face you. "Your capabilities for learning and developing physically have been put into overdrive. Academic studying, picking up martial arts, developing muscle tone and muscle memory... at our best guess, you can do all of this at anywhere from five to fifteen times the human average."\n\n"You're kidding," Kelly murmurs, her eyes widening.\n\n"I'm not. You could pick up in weeks what it took Herve and I years to learn. Within the year you could both probably stand beside either of us in a fight on equal terms. And that's what I'm asking you to do." Without looking she reaches back and touches her fingertips to the wall, which splits in the middle and moves aside to show a number of transparent tubes bearing different costumes... many look like some variation on the one you saw last night, others with open-topped cowls and capes with winglike designs. "Out there on the streets, I'm called Nightguard. Herve is Wildguard. And there is a place for both of you in what we do. It's hard, and it's dangerous... it's not rewarding all the time, sometimes you have to watch your hard work and effort slip right through your fingers. ... At times, literally," she murmurs, glancing down at one of her hands, until Herve wraps it in his and squeezes.\n\nShaking off whatever memory the phrase had called up, Alexis looks at both of you. "I'd already ventured some of this to Kelly, so I'm fairly certain of her response. But what about you, Eric? You've already impressed me enough that you have a place here in my home. I promise you, things will not be like the life you ran from. You will be treated as your own person, able to make your own choices, and if it is your wish you can help people in a safe, responsible way, through my company and charities, or others if you so choose. Your abilities would allow you to obtain a college degree in a matter of months, or several within years... I'll fund as many as you like. Or... you can take the more dangerous road. Haul lives out of danger with your own two hands, and sometimes put your own body between danger and them. It is dangerous, illegal, and sometimes nonsensical... but it is fulfilling in a way few other things can be. \n\n"I would never pressure you or goad you, but at the same time, I feel I have a personal moral responsibility to point out that you have been given a unique opportunity to be a more than everyday sort of hero. You have been gifted with amazing potential... it is up to you to determine if that has also burdened you with a powerful obligation. Do you wish to do what we do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You don't think it's for you.|Palladium]]\n\n[[No way, this is crazy.|Palladium]]\n\n[[It would be your honor.|Palladium]]

There has to be a better way than just charging in headlong! Thinking fast, you glance around hurriedly, spotting a long coil of orange extension cord. Yanking the plug-in end out of the truck cab it's plugged into and the other end out of the boombox, you race after Kelly, calling "WAIT!" It's enough for her to hesitate and look back at you as you hold up the cord, and she seems to grasp your idea immediately, taking one end from you and quickly tying a crude lasso. You're not too sure of your own aim but Kelly seems to think it would be better than hers as she shoves it back at you, so you hurl it towards Jade's flailing form.\n\nMaybe through sheer luck, or maybe she actually sees it coming and tries for it, it drops over one of her arms and you yank it tight so that it closes around her wrist as she grips at the cord with both hands. Kelly meanwhile ties the other end around a rock and calls up to someone watching from the bridge, throwing the rock to them and gesturing for them to put it through one of the rails and throw it back. "Get to the edge and see if you can get her!" she calls as she starts hauling on the cord, using the leverage provided by the bridge's height.\n\nNodding, you yank your shirt up over your nose and mouth before rushing to the edge of the gully near the bridge, stretching out your hand as the now considerably less active Jade is pulled in further towards you. You stretch your hand out, leaning over as far as you dare, Jade weakly reaching her hand towards you. Just as her fingers almost brush yours, her wet wrist starts to slip out of the loop of the improvised lasso, both of you giving cries of dismay as she starts to get pulled away again.\n\nThen a black-clad hand snaps out and clamps around her wrist in an iron grip. Your head yanks around to stare at the dark form looming over you, the almost featureless black mask with white slits for eyes and the slight arches of pointed ears molded atop it, the rest of its muscular form clad in a dull black bodysuit, a snarling wolf's head molded in faint contours on the chest. Grabbing the back of your shirt, he yanks you further away from the gully, half-tossing you away before hauling Jade out, the semi-viscous fluid puddling around her limp form as she lays coughing hard and sobbing softly, her whole body twitching a little. Even though your shirt is still partly over your mouth and nose, even from here the smell of the stuff is still coming through, and you can feel yourself getting light-headed as you watch the costumed man taking something from his belt and wiping away the fluid around Jade's eyes and nose.\n\n"Eric!" Kelly calls, rushing to your side, coughing a few times as the proximity gets her as well. She puts her hands on your chest as you slump to the ground, your vision of her swimming as she calls your name again, but it all gets wavery and distant.\n\nYou gasp loudly as you snap upright, for a moment completely panicked at the sheer unfamiliarity of the scene around you. It's... a really nice bedroom? And you're in a really nice bed? ... Wearing really nice pajamas. You look down at the black silk top and bottoms, plucking at the top a bit in utter confusion, your head throbbing a bit. When the door opens you look up, wondering if you're about to be arrested for sleep-trespassing or something, only to see Kelly wearing a very nice pair of slacks and silk blouse, her hair actually combed and... did someone give it a trim too? She smiles a bit sheepishly at you. "Hey, how are you?"\n\n"Uh... okay, I guess. Where are we?" \n\n"We're in Herve's home. He caught up to us after it was all calming down. He had his family doctor check us out, and everything's fine, but-"\n\n"But seeing as you were not conscious, it ill behooved us to simply dump you on the nearest convenient streetcorner," comes a prim tone as a middle-aged woman in a plain black dress with a simple white apron over it steps in, displaying hair pulled back in a tight bun and sharp, dark eyes that fix directly on you. "Young sir, the mistress of the house wished to speak with you the moment you awoke. As you are clearly awake, if you'd be so kind to don the provided robe and slippers and follow me? There will be food directly afterwards, if that will get you moving faster," she adds before sweeping out of the room again.\n\n"... Uh..."\n\n"Yeah she's... like that," Kelly murmurs, glancing after the woman, before looking back at you and shrugging. "But she's still nice, I think. C'mon, we shouldn't keep our host waiting."\n\nNodding a little uncertainly, you scoot to the edge of the bed, easily enough spotting the slippers and robe that apparently go with these pajamas set out nearby. You follow Kelly through some really imposing-seeming hallways, through a few ornately-decorated rooms that make this place almost feel more like some sort of combination of a museum and one of those restaurants where they do all the jousting and swordfighting, but finally walking into a very large living room of some sort. Or maybe it's a library... there are a lot of bookshelves, no TV, and a fireplace that looks like it could house quarter-tree logs, and currently does. Sitting in a chair in front of the fire that's turned to face the door is a beautiful woman in her thirties, with pale skin and long, straight black hair, blue eyes watching you keenly, black suit and white blouse immaculate and sharply-cut. Standing on one side of the chair is that prim and proper maid woman, and on the other is Herve, smiling at you easily as if hoping to ease your mind.\n\n"Eric, isn't it?" the woman in the chair says, tilting her head a little. At your slow nod, she continues. "I actually know a fair bit about you. I apologize for any intrusion into your privacy, but it's something of a necessary habit to run very thorough background checks on anyone who comes into my home. I'm Alexis Waxright."\n\n"... Waxright as in... Waxright Plaza, and Waxright Tower, and Waxright Street...?" you ask a bit numbly.\n\n"Yes, that's right. I believe you've already met my son, Herve," she adds with a glance to the side. What, did she have him when she was like thirteen? "And my household manager, Josephine."\n\n"Charmed," Josephine says, her voice dripping with... it's weird, it's like she's somehow developed a tone that is in all ways functionally identical to sarcasm but somehow manages to come off as technically polite.\n\n"Both Herve and Kelly have already told me about what happened. You thought very quickly and under pressure, and you saved that girl's life."\n\n"Jade's okay?" you ask, perking up a little.\n\n"... That remains to be seen, unfortunately," Alexis says, shaking her head slowly as your shoulders droop a little, Kelly giving your shoulder a squeeze. "The chemical she was exposed to, and heavily so, is very unpredictable. She's receiving the very best care that I could arrange for her, but if she'll be alright is a question only time can answer. But you, Eric, can answer some of mine. I looked into this Jade girl, and heard more about her from Kelly. Not exactly the nicest person."\n\n"No," you admit with a sigh. "She wasn't. Isn't. Or... ... She... I mean, everyone pretty much knew she was involved in super shady stuff, and that a lot of times if she hooked you up with 'jobs', you might get paid and fed, or you might not ever show up again."\n\n"And yet, you risked your life to save hers. Why, I wonder?" Alexis then grins just slightly as she catches your near-unconscious glance at Kelly. "Ah. I see. Well that's understandable... trying to help someone to keep someone else from getting hurt doing so in your stead. Was it just that though, Eric? And what if you'd known just how dangerous that chemical was? That it could have left you dead, or twisted and deformed, if you'd made enough contact with it?"\n\nAlexis rises to her feet and makes her way over to you, her stride measured and even. You'd heard some talk about her on TV and radio, how she's supposed to be some huge flirt and klutz, but from what you're seeing here and now, that couldn't be further from the truth. She's all grace as she comes to a stop in front of you, blue eyes feeling like they're looking deep into you. "Would you do it again? Even without the heat of the moment, even without Kelly there? Would you put your life on the line, for strangers, for nobodies, even for criminals? Is that the sort of man you are?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|Palladium4x3]]\n\n[[No.|Palladium]]

"I... I wanna see what happens too," you admit, once more staring at your horse-embarrassing prick. Some part of your teenage male brain can't get over the sheer power of having such a huge cock, and the idea of it getting even bigger is too much to pass up.\n\n"Well, alright! Guess we'll see what happens. Hm..." Elly scoots backwards off the bed and stands up, then settles onto all fours again, this time on the floor. "Maybe we'd better do this with you standing up. You might need the extra room."\n\nBlushing, you nevertheless scoot around as well, your cock rubbing against your chin and throat as you do. Once you stand up, it hangs forward and straight out heavily, your baseball-sized nuts hanging down low. You move forward towards Elly, and at her direction lean forward and place your hands on the purple material of her bare back. You moan lowly at the feel of her once more sliding the rubber-lined sheath of her trunk over your shaft, until you can feel the cloth of the end pushed against the base of your balls. Then once again that vacuum noise starts up, though this time it seems much louder than before, and the suction more intense.\n\nYou shudder and twitch, toes curling against the carpet as you cum what must be a good quart of thick jizz down Elly's trunk, and only a few seconds later do it again. You pant and moan as you can feel your balls inflating this time, growing slowly and steadily as you keep cumming regularly. They're soon the size of softballs, then volleyballs as they hang down against your thighs. You shuffle your legs forward a bit instinctively as you feel them continue to grow, your eyes rolled up in your head halfway and your tongue jutting out as your orgasms start coming closer together and just getting bigger and bigger.\n\nBy the time your balls actually touch the floor, you're just cumming nonstop, an unending stream of thick jizz pouring into Elly's suctioning trunk, your body shaking like a leaf as you experience one long, continuous orgasm. Your balls actually lift you a bit off your feet, and you're forced to sit back against them like a beanbag, your legs indenting the soft skin. Slowly your feet are lifted entirely off the floor, your heels resting against your sack, your forearms folded on Elly's back as she just keeps trunk-sucking you. You'd wonder if she's ever going to stop, but right now you don't care, and kind of hope she never will.\n\nBut eventually that click and winding-down noise signals the end of the ride, though you can still feel yourself cumming, though the intensity dies down. Elly begins crawling backwards, sliding out from under your body, but as she does you find yourself with something else to rest on... your cock.\n\nYour bare body settles forward against the enormity of it, feeling it hot and hard and throbbing underneath you. You stare with wide eyes as Elly's trunk disgorges a shaft that's thicker than your entire body is, and definitely longer than you are tall. In fact as you settle completely against it, you can't even reach the floor with your fingertips if you try, and by the time the massive, purplish head pops out of the mascot's now comically small-seeming trunktip, it's at least several feet ahead of you. For a few moments you're simply mesmerized by the immensity of your own endowments to think of anything else, running your hands over your monstrous shaft and rubbing the soles of your feet against your furniture-sized ballsack, seeing the slight, continuous stream of thick white oozing from your cocktip give a light spurt at even those attentions and splatter a puddle on the carpet at Elly's feet.\n\n"Amazing!" Elly crows, clapping her gloved hands together. "Just amazing! Finally, the massive cocktoy I've been wanting!"\n\n"W-what?" You try to force yourself out of your daze as you hear those words, focusing your gaze on Elly again. "Cocktoy? What do you mean...?"\n\n"What, you don't think you're going anywhere like that, do you?" Elly giggles wickedly, holding a toon-gloved hand in front of her frozen smile. "You're stuck like that forever, cutie... and now the <i>real</i> fun begins. I'm gonna play with you however I want... although my my, this may be too much to just keep to myself." Tapping her chin, she moves over to pick up the receiver of the shiny red telephone on her desk. "Hm, wonder if I should call up Herschel? He ought to be amused that I finally got one of his cuckolders in this position. Or maybe Candy? She's a lover of immense dick, after all..."\n\nYou feel yourself starting to panic at the realization that you've been turned into little more than a toy and a life support system for your own person-sized prick. You wiggle and struggle, but you can't even get your toes to touch the carpet, let alone move. It seems like now, all you can do is try to use your words to affect your fate...\n\n<hr>\n\n"[[Call Herschel!|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]"\n\n"[[Call Candy!|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]"\n\n"[[Wait! Aren't you curious?!|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]"

"Uh, well, uh, I," you stammer. Then you give out a gasp as she gives another gentle squeeze, and your hormonal teenage brain shuts down all objections you have at the ridiculousness of the situation. "Uh-huh, okay, yes please."\n\nGiggling, the elephant mascot straightens up and, sadly, takes her hand away from your pants. "Alright, sugar, this way." She turns and heads off at the slight lumbering jog you've seen people in mascot suits use when they're in a hurry, and are easily able to keep up, though you hunch down self-consciously trying to keep the bottom of your shirts over the bulge in your jeans. It doesn't help that you wind up staring at the round expanse of her ass with her skirt swaying back and forth just below it, with her tail arcing down and then up from underneath it. This has to be some sort of new achievement in horniness, you're about to have sex with a theme park mascot who grabbed your dick in public.\n\nElly leads you through a door marked 'Staff Only' on a nondescript building. Inside is a dim, cluttered area with a couple of chairs and tables and some vanity-type tables with mirrors. You almost expect her to stop and take off her costume (while thinking 'Please be a hot chick, please be a hot chick' desperately), but she just continues through and leads you up a set of stairs, into a surprisingly long hallway with a number of doors. Leading you to one with an elephant-shaped placard on the door, she opens it and gestures you in ahead of her. You slowly head in and glance around, finding something that looks like it's off the set of an old eighties softcore porn movie, lots of purple satin and scarves draped over lampshades, stuff like that. (Hey, there was a point where you had to rely on an old VCR and a box of recorded-off-cable tapes for your whacking material, okay?)\n\nYou spend a few moments taking in the "ambiance", then turn to face Elly and wind up staring. She's dropped her top and skirt, revealing that those massive purple tits of hers are anatomically correct, capped with darker purple nipples formed of the same sort of felt-like cloth. She's also wearing a pair of big white panties, but they're hugged up against the mound between her legs enough that a slight indent marks the position of a slit. Holy crap, she's going to leave the suit on and fuck you? Or... well, you're starting to wonder if, despite all appearances, it really <i>is</i> a suit...\n\n"Well don't leave me as the only one getting in the altogether, sugar," Elly teases gently as she steps over towards you, now wearing nothing but those panties and her four-fingered gloves... well, and the suit, obviously, but honestly it's getting harder and harder to think of that as something she's wearing and more like what she is. "Let's see you, too."\n\nTorn briefly between embarrassment and eagerness, you quickly settle on the latter and strip out of your clothes in record time. It's a matter of seconds before you're standing in front of her with your clothes scattered around you, your seven inch cock jutting out in front of you. Elly makes a pleased noise as she runs one soft-gloved finger down the top of it, making you shiver, a drop of pre squeezing out the tip of your cock.\n\n"My my, not bad at all, especially for a boy your age. So where do you wanna start, sugar? Maybe have a taste of these babies?" She runs her hands around the edge of her enormous boobs, and you wonder just what odd mixture of stiff and soft they must be. Either way, they're tits and they're enormous, which is enough for a good part of your brain. "Right to the main attraction?" She moves one hand down to cup between her legs. Though the expression on her molded face doesn't change, you can hear the grin as she lifts her hand and taps the side of her molded trunk. "I also give a heck of a trunkjob, if I do say so myself. It's a... massive experience."\n\n<hr>\n[[Tits.|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Pussy.|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Trunk.|EllyElephant1x2]]

That place down there just... doesn't seem too inviting, honestly. Besides, Jade's never come off that sincere... there's little doubt in your mind that if you ever did accept one of her 'jobs' she'd toss you under the prison bus the first time it was convenient. Kelly on the other hand has never steered you wrong, so you head towards the well-lit area without much hesitation, peering around and trying to spot that head of frizzy red hair. There are indeed a lot of pizza boxes set out (and you snag slices from a few as you go, quickly scarfing them down lest anyone question your right to eat them), but they're grilling burgers here too so nertz to you, Jade. Eventually you hear a call of "Eric!" and spot Kelly waving you over towards a group of kids her age or a bit older, most of them boys. That makes you a bit hesitant to walk over, especially since a few of them give you rather nasty looks when you do, but at least one of them, looking like he's just on the verge of being too old for this group, gives you a friendly smile. His skin is a light golden tan, eyes dark brown and features slender, black hair slicked back some, his clothes casual but on the expensive side, same for the slender black-rimmed glasses he's wearing.\n\n"So you're Eric, huh? Kelly was mentioning you might come by tonight. I'm Herve, Kelly was just saying she hoped you'd come by."\n\n"Ah... really?" You glance at her, hoping she didn't mention too much. You get a bit more nervous when she continues.\n\n"Herve's family is involved in a lot of programs that help promising kids get back on track. I was thinking maybe you'd at least like to talk to him about some of them!"\n\n"We've offered to get Kelly placed somewhere a number of times, but she'd rather keep working with the rest of you," Herve notes, grinning and shaking his head. "So I hope you appreciate what she's offering you here, man."\n\n"I mean... I dunno... I do appreciate it, I just... I dunno," you hedge, shuffling and looking back and forth between the two.\n\n"Look, no pressure, just-" Herve cuts off, frowning as he lifts his head. "Hey, do you hear that?"\n\n"Huh? No, I-" You cut off as well as what he meant finally manages to reach you over the music... the sound like a lot of running water. But more than that, there's a harsh chemical smell. You jump a little as a few of the cars from under the bridge peel out, one even forcing its way up one of the steep walls of the gully and sending people scrambling out of its way as it barely manages to get over the embankment without toppling over. But a moment later you see what it was running away from as a wave of shiny black liquid, looking almost like used motor oil, comes rushing down the ravine, filling it like floodwater, dislodging several of the presumably abandoned cars before covering them completely. Some of the kids nearer to the ravine start coughing and trying to scramble away, with others hurrying to help the ones that collapse from the fumes. Kelly's already headed that way, but bursts into a run as she hears a scream.\n\n"HELP!" Jade, her face smeared with the black fluid, hair matted against her head, surfaces and flails her arms around in a wild panic. "Someone help! God, help me!"\n\nYou immediately understand that Kelly is going to try and save her, even if it means diving into that caustic black muck. Kelly must hate Jade... she stands for everything Kelly fights against... but there isn't a single bit of hesitation in her stride as she heads right for the edge of the gully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to outrun her.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Try to tackle her.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Show her a smarter way.|Palladium4x2]]\n\n[[Help her out whatever she does.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Run away.|Palladium]]

"Uh... will I get...?" You stare at her, then at your newly huge cock laying against your belly. "I'll get even bigger?"\n\n"Mm-hmmm. Usually the second time it's mostly length, not girth, but." Elly giggles, wrapping one four-fingered hand around your shaft and giving it a few strokes. "I certainly wouldn't mind. I'm a biiiiig girl after all."\n\nYou nod quickly. "Y-yeah, do it again! I mean, please... I wanna get sucked by your trunk again."\n\nThe elephant mascot laughs, then uses her hand to angle your cock upright, then once more guides her trunk down over it. Your newly thick dick slides in just as easily as before, though it does feel like you're stretching out her trunk a bit more. Actually, it looks like your cock, despite being rock-hard, should have to bend considering the angle her trunk is at... but you don't feel it doing so, just that rubber sheath smoothly engulfing your entire length. At this point, it's obvious you're not dealing with just a person in a suit, but frankly you don't give a damn.\n\nThis time you steel yourself not to look away or close your eyes despite the pleasure, actually wanting to witness what happens. As the vacuum noise starts up again, you gasp, but don't look away from Elly's face, those huge white fabric eyes with their black plastic pupils or her eternally cheerful expression, or the big cartoonish trunk currently wrapped around your dick and sucking at it like a pneumatic tube. Your toes curl and you twist the sheets in your fist, but you don't look away even as you gasp and moan, filling her trunk with your first load, which seems to be much bigger than the ones before, to judge by how long it shoots out of you.\n\nThis time you can see your balls steadily growing and swelling, getting bigger and bigger until they're at least the size of baseballs. Their growth doesn't seem interrupted at all by the fact that you just keep cumming and cumming, each blast of jizz apparently more voluminous than the last. This time it goes on for at least fifteen orgasms, though you're pretty sure you lose count somewhere in there, or maybe one comes right after another and it's hard to distinguish, you're not sure. But your whole body is trembling again by the time you hear the click and winding-down whir that indicates she's done.\n\nThis time she spends a good, long time raising up, those big purple tits coming into full view as more and more cock slides out of her trunk as she raises up. You can tell it's already a bit thicker, thick enough that now you wouldn't even be able to get one hand around it, but keep watching in amazement as she just keeps going and going. Finally your cock drops free of her trunk and falls heavily, actually smacking against your chin, a dribble of thin, salty good smearing across your lower lip.\n\n"My my my, now that's quite the weapon you're wielding." Elly giggles, wrapping one four-fingered hand around your shaft... hers, at least, are big enough to do it... and starting to stroke slowly and smoothly, her other hand fondling your enlarged sack. You groan loudly, amazed at the intensity of the sensations as she toys with your enormous tool, soft toon-gloves sliding over your somewhat slick skin. "I think you're definitely ready to satisfy all an elephant girl's needs."\n\n"Y-yeah," you pant, staring at your own immense rod as much as at her. It's as much curiosity as anything else that makes you look up at her face again. "What... what would happen if you did it a third time...?"\n\n"Oh, I don't know if that would be a good idea, sugar. This is already more than most guys could handle having, and I'm betting the third time's 'the charm', as they say. It'd probably get way, way, <i>way</i> bigger." Elly lifts her hand from your sack and rubs at her chin a bit. "Admittedly that might be pretty amazing to see... I've never actually trunk-sucked a guy more than twice. So I will if you want to, but be careful what you wish for."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go for broke.|EllyElephant1x4]]\n\n[[Crotch-to-chin is big enough.|EllyElephant2x1]]

Heck, you're already in a position of fucking a theme park mascot. Why not go for broke? "I guess I'd like to try your trunk," you venture, squirming a bit in place.\n\n"Oh, I don't think you'll regret it, cutie. Here, hop up on the bed and get comfy."\n\nThe bed is enormous... it would be big even for someone of her size. You clamber up onto it, slipping and sliding a bit on the satin sheets before you turn around to lay on your back, your legs spread a bit and cock jutting up a bit over your belly. You blush in embarrassment, but try to play it cool by stuffing a few more pillows under your head and shoulders as Elly climbs up onto the bed on all fours as well. She moved up between your legs, the fabric of her tits pressing against your thighs as she settles into place. She uses two fingers to angle your cock upwards, then the other to push her trunk down over it. You give a quiet 'mmf' at the feel of it... the entrance is the same slightly fuzzy molded fabric as the rest of her body, but once that's slid over your sensitive cockhead you can feel something smoother and more gripping on the inside... rubber, maybe? You shiver as she pushes her trunk all the way down until that soft ring of the opening is flat against your crotch, then puts both hands to the sides of your hips.\n\nThere's a sound exactly like a vacuum cleaner being turned on, and your eyes shoot wide open as an incredible suction begins all around your cock. That rubbery sheath clamps down and squeezes the full length of your prick with an amazing tightness, like it's conformed to every last millimeter. Shuddering and twitching, you let your head fall back against the pillows and your hips arch up, almost immediately spilling your load right into Elly's trunk, your balls twitching and tightening. But neither the vacuum noise or suction lets up for a second, it just keeps going. You writhe and gasp on the satin sheets, your whole body quaking, eyes actually rolling up in your head. It's only ten or fifteen seconds or so before your balls jerk and empty a second load into the rubber sheath of the elephant mascot's trunk.\n\nAnd she just keeps going and going. Soon your whole body is covered in sweat as you writhe on the bed, completely at the mercy of Elly's vacuum trunk. You'd think you'd become sore or just run out of spunk to shoot at some point, but it's like having your jizz sucked out of you so quickly and efficiently is urging your balls to just keep making more. You count at least ten orgasms before there's finally a click and a winding-down sound, the rubber sheath around your cock loosening slightly. Panting, you raise your head, hair slicked to your forehead, and watch as Elly pulls her trunk off of your cock... and then stare as she just keeps pulling away and more and more inches of much thicker, longer dick slide off of it.\n\nFinally her trunk slides off of your cockhead, and your newly heavy prick thwacks solidly to your stomach with a meaty slap. It looks like it's at least a foot and a half long now and probably thicker than a soda can. It looks like your balls have grown too, staying in proportion, and you can almost feel them churning and getting full again, like a heat building inside them.\n\n"See? Told you it was a massive experience," Elly says with a wicked giggle, even as her face never changes from its cartoonishly innocent smile. "Must admit, now you're a little better-suited to a girl my size, cutie... not that I'd have minded before. So ready for [[the main course|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]? Or maybe you want [[another suck-job|EllyElephant1x3]]?"

You only just got to the party, you're not entirely sure you're ready to abandon it. Instead you suggest, "Why don't we stay down here for just a little while? I only just arrived and have barely gotten to see anybody. Besides, I'm sure everyone would like to see their host."\n\n"Oh, you're absolutely right, where are my manners?" Natalia gives Zane another quick kiss, before lifting him back to your shoulder. "Such a sweet baby!"\n\n"His name's Zane," you add, laughing a little at your familiar's overly pleased eartwitches and tailflicks.\n\n"Such a sweet Zane!" Natalia replies with a laugh, linking arms with you as the two of you set off to mingle. She introduces you to various people, chats up others, and generally plays the perfect non-pressure party host as you make your way through the various decorated rooms and areas of the party. You yourself have almost completely forgotten anything other than a normal night is happening until you hear your friend chirp, "Oh <i>my</i>, that's a nice one, even if it is sort of risque! Is he on stilts...?"\n\nYou blink and look over. Okay, you have to admit, that is indeed a great (if slightly lewd) demon costume. He's easily head and shoulders above the entire rest of the crowd, with short, wild black hair, red-painted skin, massive black horns, fire-colored contact lenses, a muscular bare chest, big black wings, and furry goatlike legs that must be some sort of elaborate prosthesis. The lewd part comes in that one of the only things he's wearing, other than some leather straps around his arms, is a loincloth that's draped over an obvious (and large) bulge. He's skimming the crowd with his eyes as if looking for someone in particular, red lips pursed.\n\n"Uh-ohhhhhhhh," you can hear Zane murmur quietly, the cat hunching on your shoulder.\n\n"... What?" you try to murmur to him without Natalia overhearing.\n\n"Thaaaat's not a costume. Um, I myay have nyeglected to mention, sometimes demons do turn up looking for new, unclaimed witches. Nyormally it wouldn't be a big deal, a house's threshold barrier keeps them out, but this place is open and inviting tonight, he must have walked right in. He could cause trouble if he finds you."\n\n"Crap," you grumble, turning a little to try and slip away.\n\n"I'm not sure that's a good idea, nya!" Zane cautions immediately. "I don't think you should leave a princess alone with a demon!"\n\nYou blink, looking at him... then at Natalia, who still seems to be deciding how to approach her apparent guest and whether to ask him to cover up a bit more. You point at her, and receive a nod in return from the cat. Staring a bit more at her, you look at him and let your face twist a bit, gesturing up and down to her body to indicate that it's just a costume. He shakes his head solemnly. You give him an incredulous look. He nods. Your face twists further as you bring your hand up and give it a short downward jerk near your face, somehow conveying 'Seriously?!', to which he nods enthusiastically.\n\n"Er, Holly, is something wrong?"\n\nCaught in mid gesture-conversation with your cat, you jerk a little, then give Natalia a nervous grin. "Um, no, it's just..."\n\n<hr>\n[["I need to go."|HollyWitch]]\n\n[["We need to go. Now."|HollyWitch3x2]]\n\n[["Things are going to get weird."|HollyWitch]]

You leap up and into the air, doing a flip right over the head of the shocked Tifa, landing behind her and facing her. Before she can turn to face you, you drop down to all fours, assuming a more thoroughly wolflike shape, and leap forward again, slamming into her back and driving her down onto all fours.\n\nTifa barely has time to look over her shoulder at you before you're driving your pointed cock forward, tearing through the back of her panties and spearing deep into her ass without warning. You enjoy the look of utter shock on her face, eyes going wide and mouth opening, before she starts crying out as you begin pounding into her, the aphrodisiac coating of your cock spurting out a bit to spatter over her big round buttocks. "Yeah, how do you like it, huh? You like being my bitch with my cock in your ass, doncha?" you growl next to her head, starting to thrust even faster as you notice that the swaying you're making those big fat tits of hers do underneath her is starting to shake them out of her top.\n\n"N-no!" she cries, but the whorish moan underlaying the word gives the lie to it, as does your big furry balls getting steadily more soaked from slapping against her still cotton covered but sodden cunt.\n\n"Oh yeah? Well, let's see how you like this, then!" you sneer, lips lifting away from your fangs. Your knot had been steadily swelling up as you fucked her, and normally of course you'd let it continue to do so and pound her until her hole yielded to the big red ball. Instead you suddenly shove even harder than before, forcing it inside her and making her yowl loudly... and then again as you yank it back out, only to force it in again on your next thrust. Not having relented on the speed you were thrusting, you continue to shove your knot in and yank it out each time, even as it steadily continues to swell larger and larger. The rough treatment is quickly battering her pucker into a soft, yielding hole more in line with her currently untouched sex, and just forcing it wider and wider with every pop of your knot. "How's this then, huh, bitch? How's me destroying your asshole and turning it into an ass-pussy feel?!"\n\nTifa's eyes had rolled in her head when you'd started knot-fucking her, her teeth clenched and her body rocking hard, head shaking back and forth with the force of her thrusts, and her now bared tits shaking beneath her. But at your snarled words and the next slam of your swelling knot into her ass, her mouth opens and her tongue juts, before her lips curl up in a brainless smile of pleasure. "SO GOOD! Destroy my ass! Destroy my fucking ass! I want my hole completely ruined by dog cock! I love dog cock and I want it to destroy me!" she shrieks to the crowd of onlookers, her neighbors and friends, arching her back to show her tits off to them even more as she begins rocking herself back against your thrusts, fucking against you in an ever more eager bid to ruin her formerly tight hole faster.\n\nYour smirk quickly devolves into pants and grunts as you focus on doing just that, pounding her with superhuman speed and strength, your furry hips and belly punishing her round butt until it's glowing pink, knot working in and out of her ever-more-ruined asshole easier than ever despite getting bigger. Tifa's eyes stay rolled in her head, tongue lolled out and drool running down her chin as her body shakes, her noises idiot giggles and slutty moans as you fuck her. Until finally you shove forward and throw your head back in a long howl. Your knot swells up to twice the softball size it had already attained, and if Tifa didn't reset between rounds it would surely be thoroughly destroyed for good now, capable of taking even a horse's entire length and girth with a complete lack of effort. Tifa gives a 'hwaaaaaaah!' of wordless, brainless pleasure, her body trembling as you spill gallons of cum into her belly, her flat stomach rapidly swelling up and rounding out. \n\nThen a strange look comes over her face, her eyes briefly unrolling and clearing, as if for just a second she had complete clarity, an expression of horror on her face. She presses her lips together and her cheeks swell... then her eyes roll up again as her mouth opens, cum starting to gush out of it and run down her chin, splattering on the ground in front of her, her whole body trembling as she's literally filled to overflowing. Despite the overflow, you're still able to pump enough werewolf jizz into her that her wobbling, bloated cumbelly reaches the ground and settles out, actually lifting her off her hands and knees slightly. Pulling out and leaping back to resume your upright form, you smirk at the sight of her dark red, completely unwrinkled gaping pucker with cum pooled in it, slowly oozing over the edge and down to soak into what remains of her panties.\n\n<hr>\n[[New round!|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-NewRound]]\n\n[[Finish her!|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-Finish1]]

"It sounds like the Regalia of Astaroth would be better," you decide after a few moments' thought, then give him a smile. "Besides, unless you intend to get another human boyfriend, this might be your only chance to get it."\n\n"Aaaa, Jamie you're the best!" Mallory squeals, tucking his fists under his chin while wiggling delightedly. He leaps to his feet and grabs your hands, tugging you up. "C'mon, let's go!"\n\n"Right now?" you squeak.\n\nHe pauses, then drops his hands and starts squirming nervously. "Right. I guess you'd need to say goodbye, or whatever. I... just got excited."\n\nYou consider again. If you told your family and friends you were leaving, they'd try to stop you... if you said why and with who, they'd probably lock you in a psychiatric hospital. You doubt that could stop Mallory from coming to get you, but it seems like a lot of unnecessary heartache on everyone's parts for no real gain. And spending another day with them knowing it would be the last without actually saying it... you slowly shake your head. "No... I guess now's best. Can you... can you make it so they don't remember me, so they won't be sad?"\n\n"Sure!" Mallory chirps, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, obviously not quite getting why you'd want that but happy enough to do it for you.\n\n"So should I pack, or...?"\n\nHe shakes his head. "Most mortal stuff can't survive the transition from here to the lower planes, it gets burned up. You won't because your soul protects you, but I doubt any of your clothes or anything would make the trip. I'll give you something to wear when we get there."\n\nWell, fair enough. After a moment you strip off the pretty lingerie you bought for Mallory... the thought that you can't take it with you as a memento is sad, but it would be even sadder for it to get burned up. Laying it on the bed and stepping over to Mallory's side naked, you reach out to take his hand. "Okay, I'm ready."\n\n"Let's goooo!" he chirps happily, pointing ahead, a swirling portal of fire opening in front of him. You yelp a bit as he leaps forward into it and hauls you with him, and okay maybe you scream a little as you go tumbling and wheeling down a long tunnel of flames.\n\nFinally the fiery passage ends and you thud into the ground, rolling a bit with a loud 'oof'. Wincing, you shift your muscles enough to realize that it was more jarring than painful, and slowly get to your feet, feeling your hair brush around your shoulders and past. Geez, did Mallory make it longer again? You turn your head to try and catch a glimpse, then notice your own body. You look down and find that you're wearing some sort of... scalemail bikini. You give a yelp of indignation at the sight of the little scalemail triangles covering your chest and the front flap of a loincloth of them covering your crotch, trying to both cover yourself and turn around, the sword at your belt thumping against the side of your half-bare butt. "Mallory what did you put me in?!"\n\n"Ahahahahaha!" You look over and spot your incubus lover, standing with feet apart and hands on his girly hips. He's changed his clothing too, still with the same open-heeled-and-toed leather stockings, but the gloves have been made black leather to match, and he's wearing a hip-riding pair of black leather panties that hug his significant bulge and a sleeveless, midriff-baring black leather top in addition to a black leather choker. "What's the matter? I think it looks good!" he says with a smirk, red eyes twinkling.\n\n"... It'll chafe!" you blurt, glaring at him with a red face and stomping your booted foot. At least the boots are pretty normal, although topped by fur. And it feels like you might be wearing a collar too. This demon you swear.\n\n"Eh? It shouldn't," he says with a blink, tilting his head. "Does it?"\n\nYou pause, then wiggle. Honestly, it feels sort of like silk... ... cool, smooth silk. No chafing that you can tell. Sighing, you lower your hands slowly. "Okay, okay. As long as you're happy. So what now?"\n\n"I put us down not too far from our first destination. The legend of the Regalia says 'One leads to Two accesses Three'. What that means is that if you have the knowledge of Astaroth's vault, you know about the two magic items that will allow you to get in safely and get the Regalia. Both the items and the vault are guarded by things that would be disaster for a demon... but a human doing it of their own free will should be able to manage. Let's go!" he adds, pointing in one direction and setting off, with you falling in behind him.\n\n"Mmf. It's hard to breathe here," you murmur, coughing just a little as you try your best to keep up with him, the scent of smoke heavy in your nose and mouth.\n\n"I know, m'sorry," Mallory replies as he falls back a bit and takes your hand again, kissing your cheek. "I put as many protection spells on you as I could. At least you should be able to keep going, even if you feel tired."\n\nIndeed you feel quite tired and sweaty by the time you arrive at your apparent destination, coming to stand on the edge of a large pond that looks like it's filled with... green jello? It's sort of clear and constantly wobbling... actually you can see the surface shift some. "What the heck...?"\n\n"Well, it looks just like a bunch of green slimes merged together, but they're actually enchanted to be much, well, moreso... any demon going in there would get their energy totally absorbed pretty quick," he explains, glaring at the surface. Then he grins. "But to you it'll just be like a normal green slime, pretty harmless! All you have to do is wade out and get that," he continues, pointing towards something glinting at the center of the pond at the bottom. "The Bracelet of Silver Stars. That's what will let the first guardian know that we're okay to let past."\n\n"So what's... a normal green slime do?" you ask dubiously.\n\n"Well. It'll definitely molest you a bunch," Mallory says after a moment's consideration. "Like probably a bunch. A whole bunch. But that should be it! Just don't start flailing around and upset them... if they get agitated there's definitely enough of them that it could be really dangerous, okay?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Nope, no way.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Well. Okay.|QOInc2x7]]

"Natalia, we need to get out of here, right now," you urge quietly, reaching out to take her hand and start pulling her towards the door.\n\n"What? Why?" Obviously more confused than anything else, Natalia tugs at her hand a bit, frowning. "Hol, what's gotten into you?"\n\n"Just please trust me, I'll explain as soon as I can but right now you and I need to leave," you urge back, feeling a little trickle of icewater run down your back as the demon's gaze just almost alights on both of you without quite lingering.\n\n'Trust me' is apparently the magic phrase, and though Natalia still looks deeply confused and now a little frightened, she follows along with you willingly enough as you start heading for the door, weaving through the crowd. As you hear a few people cry out in consternation behind you, like they'd been shoved out of the way, you give a low 'Oh no' in time with Zane's "Oh nyo", picking up the pace considerably.\n\n"Miss Herzog?" the security at the door grunts as you go barreling by him with his employer.\n\n"It's fine!" she blurts back, sounding like she very much hopes it is but isn't really sure.\n\n"Bad guy, incoming!" you call back to him as you race towards your car, Natalia jogging to the passenger side as you fumble briefly with the keys, the remote unlock having failed you. Behind you, you can hear the security guard confronting somebody with the classic, 'Sir, I'm going to need you to step-' only for there to be a loud thumping sound, and a "HUWAAAAAAAHG!" as the suited man goes sailing overhead.\n\n"Faster, faster!" Zane cries as you jerk the keys around.\n\n"Not helping, not helping!" you snap back.\n\n"The cat talked?!" Natalia yelps, clapping her hands to the sides of her head. "Zane can talk?!"\n\n"Not the time, <b>not</b> the time!" you blurt as you finally yank the door open and slam the door unlock, Natalia tumbling in as you leap behind the wheel. Luckily your car only needs the key inside to turn on, and you immediately yank on the stick and hit the gas, peeling backwards out of the driveway, the back of your champagne SUV colliding lightly with someone's shiny black Lexus. Yanking the stick again and hauling on the wheel, you slam the gas and overcorrect slightly, weaving briefly as you start speeding off down the road. "Oh this is sooooo dangerous," you moan despairingly as a patch of costumed children blur by on the sidewalk.\n\n"Better than the alternative, looooook!" Zane yowls from where he's turned backwards on your shoulder, pointing a paw behind you. \n\nYou jerk your head just enough to look in the rearview mirror, and spot a gout of flame that just keeps on gouting as you watch. The boiling, blazing rubber of the motorcycle's wheels leave a bubbling streak of fire on the asphalt as the demon roars after you on a motorcycle, the metal rusty and twisted, the whole thing dotted with spikes as it spreads its wings, angling them into the air currents and starting to gain on you.\n\n"Who do you think you are, Nick Cage?!" you snap over your shoulder, before giving an "Oh geez" and taking a turn hard, the car briefly fishtailing and sending a pile of jack-o-lantern garbage bags sailing through the house's large front window.\n\n"Dear God, Holly, what's going on?!" Natalia wails, staring briefly over her shoulder before turning her pale face towards you.\n\n"So, um, okay, brief rundown," you reply after a moment's hesitation and focus on your driving, trying not to be distracted by the demon-possessed motorcycle in the mirrors that's gradually gaining on you. "I'm a witch, you're a princess, and both of those are bad because that's an authentic demon that would probably like to have us both."\n\n"... You're a what, I'm a what, that's a what?" she echoes dully.\n\n"Princess," Zane repeats, annoyingly cheerfully for the situation. "Trust a witch's familiar to know one when they see one!"\n\nNatalia's mouth opens and closes a few times, before her hand comes up to cover it as she whispers, "Oh my God my grandmother wasn't senile."\n\n"Huh?!" you risk a glance over at her briefly. \n\n"I... my grandmother, when she was getting older she started saying how much I looked like her own grandmother except for my hair, told me stories about when great-great gramma Tasha fled from Russia into Germany, grew up and found an aristocrat to marry, then immigrated to America as an old woman, she... she said her grandmother was really-"\n\n"Oh my God I'm fleeing a demon because I'm a witch trying to save the great-great-grandaughter of Anastasia Romanov," you groan, almost giving into the urge to thump your forehead against the steering wheel.\n\n"KIDS!" Zane blurts.\n\n"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" you and Natalia shriek, your hand immediately slamming into the center of the wheel to blare the horn. Trick-or-treaters scatter just ahead of you as your car smashes through a fence, sending white pickets sailing through the air, several of them pelting the almost-within-grabbing-distance demon's head. Maybe one of them hits him in the eye, because he swerves and jerks, falling behind as he almost lays down the infernally twisted hog.\n\n"That won't stall him for long!" Zane cries, most of his body bouncing on your already jiggling boobs as your car bumps and jerks over the garden stones and gravel of some unfortunate family's back yard, the SUV shaking as it pounds through the back fence and swerves onto a smaller road, a sedan blaring its horn and swerving violently as you cut across its path. "We have to get away from him!"\n\n"How?!" Natalia wails, clutching at the seat for purchase.\n\nYou take a desperate glance around. It looks like you're just on the edge of town, with the forest on one side. You know that somewhere up ahead is a small cemetery with a church, and a few miles away is Lake Maft, the most popular lake in the area.\n\n<hr>\n[["We'll lose him in the woods!"|HollyWitch]]\n\n[["We'll go to the church!"|HollyWitch]]\n\n[["We'll hide on the lake!"|HollyWitch]]

The idea of super luxury dorms, a huge allowance, and being able to get away with murder (possibly literally) as far as how you treat other students is finally too much temptation to resist. Informing your Daddy of your decision, he buys you the very best Japanese lessons money can buy. Seriously, they involve slide presentations, some weird helmet thing you wear while watching them, and tapes you play at night. Within a week you think you might be more fluent in Japanese than English.\n\nAnd then it's off to Japan itself, your parents taking one car to the apartment suite the company is renting them, you taking another to the school. You've thoroughly memorized the dress code to assure yourself of what you can get away with. For the fall semester there's not as much leeway as you'd like, at least as far as what you can do up top, the white uniform jacket with black trim and gold buttons and white collared blouse are both mandatory and can't be messed with much. You at least found you could replace the drab blue and black checked tie with a gold scarf. The black pleated skirt with a white line near the hem is already plenty short, no need to mess with it there, and you've added matching black thigh-highs with a white stripe at the top, and upgraded to the most expensive, shiny variety of black slip-ons of the type allowed by the school. You've gotten a designer messenger-style bag and had the school logo embroidered on it, to get around the whole 'All bags must display school colors' requirement.\n\nYou're a little worried as the car spends quite awhile driving through wide, open country, then relax a little as it drives through a relatively small but still acceptable city. At least you won't have to travel <i>hours</i> to find civilization outside of the school. There is at least fifteen more minutes of countryside between the city and when you crest the rise and the school comes into view. You have to admit, it looks a lot bigger and more impressive than Deviville High... a glorious white building that looks more like an elaborate mansion-castle than anything you'd associate with a high school. The car pulls up and turns at the large gates set in a gleaming white stone wall, the gates open with a woman standing behind them. You have to admit she looks pretty good for someone your mother's age, tall and a bit chesty, wearing a blue skirt suit, white blouse, and black hose. She adjusts the small librarian-like glasses she's wearing and flicks her black ponytail back over her shoulder as you get out of the car, which turns and heads on through the gates once you close the door.\n\n"Mercer-san, welcome to Meinubureiku Gakuen," she says as she walks over. "I am Murata Keiko, the head student counselor for your year. It is appropriate to call me 'Murata-sensei'."\n\nInternally you bristle a little at being lectured literally right out of the gate, but control it. It's always best to play nice with new teachers until you get the lay of the land, after all. Recalling your lessons, you clasp your hands in front of yourself and bow forward to just the right angle. "Murata-sensei. Thank you for greeting me."\n\n"Of course. This way, please," she says, beckoning you to follow as she turns and begins walking up the path. "I like to take this walk with all transfers, to help familiarize them with what is expected of them. Meinubureiku likes to provide its students with as much freedom to pursue their own talents as possible, but it is important to remember that we also have high standards, as we are the largest and most prestigious school in the world."\n\nThat actually makes you stop in place, Murata-sensei stopping and turning once she notices. "Uh, seriously?"\n\n"Yes. Quite seriously."\n\n"But... it's Japan," you say, glancing around as if to assure yourself that you haven't been teleported back to America. (Nope, lots of pink-blossomed trees in full bloom. ... Wait, is this even the time of year for that?)\n\n"Of course it is. Where else would the largest and most prestigious school in the world be?"\n\nYou open your mouth, then close it, just giving her a confused look. She quirks an eyebrow as if to say 'Ha, got you on that one', then turns and resumes walking, forcing you to follow along or get left behind. "Ooookay. So. High standards."\n\n"I am perfectly aware that it is your father's connections and wealth that have secured you entrance, and you are hardly the only one here for whom that is true. I will not hold it against you, assuming you manage to perform up to expectations. But as a Meinubureiku Gakuen graduate, you are absolutely guaranteed success in life, and will be able to choose your future freely, with the entirety of the applicable industry you choose to be educated in competing heavily for you."\n\n"Okay wait wait wait." You actually reach a hand out towards her arm to stop her this time, barely stopping short as she gives you just the hint of a glare. "Look I'm sorry but I still find that a little hard to believe." You gesture towards the school building, which is now about fifty yards ahead of you. "It's big, but I've seen pictures of bigger... well, colleges, at least!"\n\n"Mercer-san, that is <i>not</i> the school building," Murata-sensei says coolly. "That is the administration building. Meinubureiku Gakuen is spread across over 500 square miles of land owned by the Dean's family." With that, she turns and heads forward towards the building.\n\nYour jaw drops, before you scramble after her. "Oh, come <i>on</i>! You are a tiny little island!"\n\n"I am a person, Mercer-san, but if you are referring to Japan, I'm afraid you're sadly a victim of an American nationalistic upbringing." The woman shakes her head sadly, before smiling smugly at you. "More worldly people know that Japan is far and away the world leader in all matters. Our soldiers are capable of easily defeating American Delta Force operatives and the Spetsnaz simultaneously, our trained chefs are the height of the culinary world to the point that the French beg us to teach them, and of course Japanese men are the most renowned and famous lovers in history."\n\nYou resist the urge to ask if she's taking crazy pills or you are as you follow her up the steps and inside. Deciding that trying to resolve her view of the world with yours is probably an extercise in futility, you give up and just look around as she shows you through the foyer and hallways. You have to admit, this place is certainly ritzier than any teacher's offices you've ever imagined. The furniture in the foyer alone probably ran them a cool million. Murata-sensei shows you into an elegant office that's somehow feminine without being pink or girly, and moves to sit behind the desk, gesturing for you to take a seat.\n\n"Now, unlike American high schools and lesser Japanese schools, Meinubureiku Gakuen does not believe in 'generalized' education," she explains as she pulls a file folder over and begins flicking through papers. "While we do have an attached college, you will begin training for your eventual career now rather than wait until you are already an adult to try and figure it out." Apparently satisfied with the folder's contents, she holds it out to you. "Specifically, you will choose your career now."\n\nYou blink, and your jaw drops. "What, now? <i>Right</i> now?!"\n\n"Right now. If you have so little inkling of what you want to do with your life that you cannot decide from these options, then I doubt that taking a day or two will help. If you are so hopelessly indecisive, you're unlikely to go far in life anyway."\n\nYou twist your lips up as if tasting something sour at the implied insult. Oooo, Daddy is going to hear about this. But from the look on her face, you can't whine, plead, <i>or</i> threaten your way out of this one. You've seen that look on some teachers before, it's the 'You're directly at the line and there is no more slack to give' look. You've never gotten that look quite so <i>fast</i> before, tch. Sighing, you open the folder and begin flipping through the glossy, slightly brochure-like pages of the different sorts of programs offered by the school. Looks like you'll really have to choose one thing to be good at for the rest of your life.\n\n<hr>\n[[Athletics.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Cooking.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Elegance.|MeanJP1x1]]\n\n[[Entertainment.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Military.|MeanJP2x1]]\n\n[[Science.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Don't choose.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]

You hesitate for a moment, then mutter a "God <i>dammit</i>" under your breath before turning back towards where the intruder ran. One of the security officers has already rushed to a semi-hidden arms locker and opened it, and passes you a phaser rifle as you walk over.\n\nChecking the weapon and setting it to its heaviest stun setting, you bring it up to your shoulder and gaze along the video sight as you start making your way down the hall, your security officers falling in behind you.\n\nShortly, the lights dim, and the red alert silent gives an almost distressed warble before going silent, left only as a low red glow along the computer panels. You glance up, then grumble, "Shit, it's gotten into the systems. It gets command of the environmentals and it could knock all of us out. Double time it," you snap, starting to jog down the corridor with the officers.\n\nSoon the three of you arrive at an area where a pair of hallways split off from the one you've been moving along. The security officers swing their rifles so that you're covering all three passages, and the purple-skinned one murmurs, "Sir? Should we split up to search all the hallways, or...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Split up.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Stick together.|TrekF5x2]]

Walking around in a maid uniform all night sounds just silly enough to work as a costume for you, so you grin and point. "Sure, what the heck, I'll give 'Meido Honor' a try. You sure that's gonna fit, though? The character on the box looks pretty small."\n\n"I promise, sir, you will fit the costume," Atalanta replies, which you can't help but think is slightly odd phrasing. But then she's ringing you up so you put it out of your mind and pull out your credit card.\n\nOnce you get home, you get distracted by various other things and it's not until it's actually time to get dressed for the party that you actually get a chance to open the box and take a look, standing freshly-showered and naked beside the bed as you haul bits of the costume out. It definitely looks kind of small to you, but Atalanta seemed absolutely sure it would fit, and she didn't seem quite that slick a saleswoman to just up and bald-faced lie. You notice that besides the knee-high white stockings, dress, shoes, and wig, there's also a pair of blue and white striped panties. You consider wearing boxers instead... but eh, what the hell, it's just once a year, why not go all out? Snickering a bit to yourself, you step into the panties and slide them up, surprised when they do in fact fit, slipping up over your hips and settling into place against your ass and cock like they were molded to them.\n\nShrugging a little, you slip the dress on over your head, wiggling your arms through the sleeves and tugging it down, the slightly poofy shoulders settling into place over your own as if they were sleek and slender enough to not give any problems. You button it up, then put on the frilly white apron that goes over it and pull the ties for that snug around your slender waist. Humming happily, you sit down on the edge of the bed, slipping your cute little toes into one of the stockings and sliding it up your sleek, hairless calf until it's just over your knee, then repeating the process for the other. Slipping your feet into the dainty, highly-polished black shoes, you hop up and pull on the wig with the frilly maid hat already attached, settling the very pink thing into place and giving a few motions of your head to make the long braid sway.\n\nYou skip a bit as you head into the bathroom, grinning brightly at your reflection in the mirror and striking a pose. "Ah, I'm adorable!"\n\n"Everyone at the party's going to love me!" you chirp happily, giggling a little as you lower your hands. ... Wait, hm, is something... off?\n\n<hr>\n[[Naaah. Time for the party!|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[... Why is everything higher up?|BuddyOct15x2]]

"UWAAAAAH!" you shriek, which in itself is kind of odd, but you're a little distracted by flinging your hands up to the sides of your head. "I'm... I'm short!" you shriek, then blink at the sound of your voice. "... I'm a <i>girl</i>!" you wail additionally, quickly yanking the front of your skirt up and looking down. "... I'm not a girl," you correct a little blankly, looking at the bulge in the front of the striped panties. Hooking a thumb into the front of them, you draw them out a little. Your dick... might be a little smaller, but you have to admit it's probably, well, prettier, without a single hair to be seen. For that matter, your legs seem to be completely smooth too.\n\n"W-what happened?" You murmur, leaning forward to stare at your undeniably adorable and not-you reflection. You raise a hand to pinch your cheek, giving a soft 'ow' after, then tug on the braid in an attempt to get the wig loose. "Ow!" No, it's not a wig anymore, it's actually your hair!\n\n"Okay, okay, calm down me, calm down," you whisper frantically to yourself, hands going to your cheeks as you pace back out into the bedroom. "This isn't my body, I'm shorter, no matter how you look at it a costume doesn't make you shorter let alone shave your balls. This is... this is weird. Is it... magic?" You bite your thumbnail. Magic isn't real! ... On the other hand you've lost a fair bit of height, your hair is now a braid almost as long as you are tall, and you don't seem to have body hair below the eyebrows. So you guess magic makes sense... for some meaning of 'makes sense'. Why is this happening?! Wait, didn't Atalanta keep stressing that the costumes were 'authentic'? Like she said that several times, you're pretty sure.\n\nThey must know what happened! Maybe this was on purpose!\n\n<hr>\n[[Rush to the shop.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Check the box.|BuddyOct15x3]]

"No, we don't let this thing catch any of us alone," you reply, not taking your eye off the sighter. "There are other search parties out, they'll cover everywhere eventually."\n\n"Yes sir," both reply quietly, swinging their rifles to point the same direction you are, then following you as you set off down the hallway again. A few moments later, the human officer reaches out and rests a hand on your shoulder. "Sir. This is a data monitoring area," he whispers, gesturing at the door. "It's a likely place to try and access the command center's systems."\n\n"Alright. You stay here, watch our back. You're with me," you add, glancing at the female. Both of you resettle the rifles against your shoulders and move forward, the door hissing open in front of you.\n\nThe room inside is almost pitch black except for some faint chemical emergency lights all around the meeting of floor and wall, and the light spilling in from the hallway... such as it is, since even the lights outside have been dimmed. The security officer with you almost instantly turns into a silhouette as the two of you move inside. The stations actually look kind of similar to the helm and ops stations aboard the <i>Venture</i>, just three sets of them all facing a bank of viewscreens instead of a single one. You notice that the foremost right one seems to have active controls, and nod the security officer towards it. She nods back, thens lowly makes her way along the row of consoles towards it.\n\nWhen she's almost there the blurry shape leaps from the darkness, slamming into her and driving her to the floor. She yelps as she's slammed to the floor, the intruder tearing at her uniform, right up until the beams of red-orange light from your rifle and the other security officer's strike it. It reels back, shrieking animalistically, until second blasts from both of you send it toppling to the floor.\n\nYou quickly move forward, keeping your rifle pointed at the intruder as its shimmering form starts to resolve into brightly-colored hide and a reptilian shape. "Are you alright?" you ask curtly, standing protectively over her as you threaten the unconscious alien.\n\n"Y-yes... yes sir," the security officer responds, grabbing up her own dropped rifle and covers the alien as well... before trying to hold the shreds of her uniform top over her breasts. \n\nYou tap your comm badge. "Commander Hawt to security teams, I have the intruder stunned in Data Monitoring Two."\n\n"Acknowledged," a voice replies almost immediately. "Data Monitoring Two, we're en route."\n\nSoon security has retrieved the intruder, relieving your security officers. You finally report to Admiral Bigguns, distracted from your previous thoughts of resigning by the intense situation you found yourself in, instead launching into the debriefing with a sense of familiarity that you think isn't entirely your own. Eventually the pretty, middle-aged, large-breasted admiral nods. "Well, I think that's all for now, Commander." She frowns a bit. "Unfortunately, we have yet to discover the whereabouts of Doctor Fukher. We know that she beamed down at the same time the intruder did, but she's now missing... whether she was colluding with the intruder is not yet known. We need to learn more about these 'Raptarrans'... would you care to be involved in the interrogation?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Interrogate the Raptarran.|TrekF5x3]]\n\n[[Search for Doctor Fukher.|TrekF9x1]]\n\n[[Resign.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

Yeah, no, your weird-o-meter is too pegged to think about going out like this. You consider for a few moments, then pull off the apron and dress part of the costume, as well as the frilly hat and saddle shoes, and tuck them into the box they came in. There, that should be a good compromise between keeping some of the costume on and keeping some of it safe. You do feel a bit awkward padding around in kneehigh stockings and panties, but you're not quite willing to risk going naked after what the little sheet said.\n\nYou turn off all the lights downstairs before heading to the upstairs media room, so that the TV's flickering won't attract any overenthusiastic trick-or-treaters. Flopping onto the couch, you begin channel-surfing, trying to take your mind off your own mostly-naked, very slender and pretty body.\n\nEventually, though, you wind up on one of the porn channels. You're not much of a porn maniac, but hey, every guy has needs so you keep one subscription active. Tonight somehow you find yourself mesmerized by the sight on the screen, watching as the large-breasted Latina woman pulls down the man's sweatpants over the bulge in them, his truly impressive cock springing free and wobbling near her face. You slowly set down the remote as she begins pumping it with one hand, sliding her brightly-painted lips up and down the side of the shaft.\n\nYour own cock stiffens, stretching out your panties and making you shift slightly uncomfortably. But you can't seem to stop watching as the woman slides her mouth over that fat prick and starts bobbing her head, your teeth worrying your lower lip gently as you shift in place, occasionally glancing down your smooth, flat chest and stomach to the bulge of your cock stretching out your panties, a little damp spot appearing on a blue stripe.\n\nBy the time she's flopped onto her back on the bed and he's started pushing that fat prick between her pussylips, you give in, pulling the panties down over your cock and letting it spring free as well, the fabric settling to rest against your balls. You wrap a hand around your shaft and begin stroking it... it's not quite as small as you first thought, but definitely long and slender and pretty, kind of like the rest of you. You let your eyes half-lid as you moan softly, your own girlish voice just serving to arouse you further as you stroke your pretty prick, running a hand down your flat, girlish stomach and cupping your smooth balls. The instructions said not to cum too much... but one should be okay, right? you tell yourself as your pleasure builds.\n\nFinally you throw back your head, giving a sweet, feminine cry as you jerk your hips upward, your pert, pantied ass lifting off the couch as your cock shoots several long ropes of cum across your girlish belly. You slump against the leather, breathing hard and gasping, eyes closed as you come down from a somehow more intense orgasm than any you've had before. Wow, apparently this cute little body is really sensitive! you think as the moans and gasps of the porn continue, then are replaced by the sound of voices in typical sex-scene-leadup conversation.\n\nThough when you raise your head, you get a surprise, your eyes widening some at the scene. A pretty young man, probably in his early twenties, slender with shoulder-length blonde hair, is kneeling at the side of the bed, sucking the very large, very fat cock of a hairy, portly man with a beard. The camera slides around to the side, giving a view of the twink's own stiff prick jutting up from between his legs, pretty brown eyes turned upward as he deep-throats the bear of a man's dick. The porn channel must be running one of its occasional 'bi nights', which you've usually avoided for the obvious reasons.\n\nAnd yet the scene sends another surge of stiffness through your cock, and an excited shiver through your body. You find your eyes locked on the pretty (though not as pretty as you) boy's lips as they slide down that thick pole... no, they're as much locked on that pole, your tongue flicking along your lips without you thinking about it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep watching.|BuddyOct15x5]]\n\n[[Turn it off.|BuddyOct]]

While something you never had any interest before, you now find you can't really take your eyes off the slender prettyboy blowing the big, overtly masculine man. Your hand begins slowly stroking your prick again, your lips parted softly as your breathing gradually speeds up again, tongue flicking lightly across your lips. You'd expect that if you'd suddenly discovered being turned on by the thought of gay sex, that you would have at least imagined yourself as being on the receiving end of the blowjob. But you find your thoughts consumed by wanting to feel your lips wrapped around that fat, throbbing cock, taste it against your wet, licking tongue, feel it push your throat open as you pushed your lips down into the thick forest of black hair sprouting around the base of his shaft and balls.\n\nSoon you're leaning your head back, closing your eyes briefly and imagining yourself on your knees in front of a man... several flit through your mind, from the one onscreen to just generic ideas to ones you know... before you open your eyes and lift your head. The bear is hauling the twink up and bending him over the bed, moving behind him to slap that thick prick against his pert boyish ass. You bite your lower lip, then shift up onto your knees on the couch, bending over with your chest on one of the arms and sliding your panties down around your thighs. You slip two fingers past your pretty pink lips as you watch the bear lubing up, swirling your tongue around them and practically drooling on them. Then you reach back and start teasing at your pucker, gasping in surprise and pleasure at how sensitive it is, your cock giving a jump in your other hand as the sensation runs through you.\n\nAs the bear pushes his fat cock into the moaning blonde, you push your fingers into your own asshole, feeling it penetrated for the first time. You moan at how tight you are around your own digits, but more how good it feels. Is this magic, or is it just how good it feels to have something in your ass. Either way you keep pushing in your fingers as deep as you can in this position, and then start pumping them in and out as the portly man begins thrusting into his onscreen partner. Your soft, girlish moans overlap with the somewhat stereotypical but still more masculine moans of the young man onscreen as both of you revel in the pleasure of anal stimulation. You can't even deny at this point that you love it... you're too busy wishing someone with a big, fat cock as here to pound you up the ass and make you cum. You continue pumping your slender shaft with one hand while finger-fucking yourself with the other, eventually closing your eyes and ignoring all but the sounds of fucking on the screen, focusing on your own imagination of some big burly man with a huge cock slamming it into you mercilessly until you cum.\n\nPanting, you open your eyes and sit back on the couch, looking at the splatters of white across the leather of the couch. Blushing, you pull the panties up and move to grab some kleenex, doing your best to clean up. You settle back once you're done, puffing your cheeks out in slight annoyance at the screen, which has switched to a lesbian scene... something you can't seem to stir any interest in at the moment. You're kind of still thinking how good your fingers felt in your ass, and that it would probably feel even better with something longer, and thicker...\n\n... on the other hand, that sheet did say something about 'too many orgasms'. Two should be fine (right?) but how risky do you want to play this?\n\n<hr>\n[[Find something to fuck your ass with.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Call it a night.|BuddyOct15x6]]

Probably best to play it safe. Besides, you let out a bit of a yawn as the repeated surges of adrenaline (and other fun brain-chemicals) start to taper off. Turning off the TV, you pad back to your bedroom. Peeling out of the panties and stockings, you put them away with the rest of the costume before flopping into bed, pulling a pillow to you and hugging your petite little body around it, closing your eyes and quickly drifting off to sleep.\n\nWhen you wake up light is streaming in through the windows. You rub your head a little as you sit up, then glance down at yourself, letting out a huff of relief (and maybe a tiny bit of disappointment) as you see your own, relatively broad and masculine shoulders and chest back, as well as your own (mildly hairy, you do trim) cock and balls. You glance around and spot the costume wig laying on one of your pillows, and pick it up to eye it for a moment.\n\n<hr>\n[[Put the costume away forever.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Find out more about it.|BuddyOct15x7]]

You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little... intrigued... by last night's happenings. Your transformed body looked really cute... and felt really good. But before you risk it, you really need to know a little more about it.\n\nYou check the time, then call up Cosplay Casbah. Soon enough the answer comes through, Atalanta's calm voice saying, "Cosplay Casbah, we make your costume experience come alive."\n\n"Yeah, I noticed that," you reply, a little wryly. "Hi, I was in the other day, and bought the, uh... 'Meido Honor' costume?"\n\n"Ah, yes sir, did you enjoy it? Were there any problems?"\n\n"The... effect was a surprise," you hedge. "But I suppose I enjoyed it. I have a few questions, though," you continue, looking at the little glossy strip of paper.\n\n"By all means, I will answer whatever I can."\n\n"Alright, what does 'becoming separated' from the costume mean?"\n\n"Generally that means 'out of your possession'. If you lose a large portion of it, or someone were to take it away from you with the intent of keeping it and were allowed to do so more than twenty-four hours or so, or you threw it away somewhere. As long as you consider it to be actively in your own possession, you should be fine."\n\n"Huh. Okay, good. And I can't wear anything over it, or instead of it, while I'm...?"\n\n"Correct. Small accessories are permissable, but with that particular type of costume, nothing else can be worn."\n\nYou make a mental note of that, since the qualifier seemed relevant, and continue. "And this stuff about other spells, or attracting magical entities...?"\n\n"I wouldn't worry about those, unless you're going to an event where someone is likely to be using magic. That costume isn't properly accessorized for drawing in people fitting with Astol-, ah, the character's dynamic."\n\n"Okay." You can feel your face warm as you clear your throat and push on for the last question, which seems the most important considering what you've started thinking of using this costume for. "And... what exactly counts as 'overindulging in sexual activity'?"\n\n"Hm, I suppose that one is a little vague," Atalanta admits, and you can practically picture her glancing down and putting a fingertip to her lip. "But as I understand it, 'overindulging' means 'going far beyond the number of orgasms you expected to have'. If you were expecting to have no orgasms, or even only the vague possibility of one or two, then as few as three or four might be too many."\n\nYou blink slowly, feeling your cock stir a little. "... So if when I put it on, I was thinking 'I'm going to have as many as possible'...?"\n\n"Then you would probably be safe having as many as possible," Atalanta answers evenly, as if that were the sort of thing people asked all the time. Though you suppose maybe they do, considering.\n\n"Ah. Well, thank you very much, then, miss," you say after a moment.\n\n"My pleasure, sir. As a general note, that character is possessed of superhuman stamina and durability, but still please be careful and don't overexert yourself all at once. Please have a good day, and we look forward to seeing you again sometime soon," she concludes, the line closing.\n\nYou glance over at the box containing the costume. So. Apparently you could change into it, let it alter your body, and then undress again and leave it in its box here in your house, where it's clearly in your possession. ... Of course then you'd have to go around naked because you can't wear anything over it. Still, you've got a number of ideas of fun things you could do right here in the house after a little prep, especially if you have the right mindset and don't have to worry about the number of times you cum.\n\nOn the other hand, a different thought is tickling your head. Last night, when you were changed, you got consumed by thoughts of getting fucked, and having your cute little body writhing and bucking as a cock pounded your ass. That thought is still in there... but right now the image of that cute, pink-haired body writhing and bucking also has your cock stirring at the thought of being what's getting pounded into it. What if you got someone else to wear the costume...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Have fun on your own.|BuddyOct16x1]]\n\n[[Get someone else to wear it.|BuddyOct15x8]]

The thought of having your own cute little boi-toy kind of takes your mind to a few wicked places just off the bat. Too you noticed last night that the change had influenced your thoughts, made you more... well, submissive, to judge by the fantasies you had while jerking it to the porn. So likely anyone who wore it would be more pliable... which, hopefully, would wind up with them on hands and knees moaning and gasping in that adorable voice as you plowed their cute little ass.\n\nOff the top of your head, you can think of two guys you could fairly easily and conceivably trick into wearing the costume for you. The first is [[Cody|BuddyOct]], who's practically your best friend. Which would make you feel a little bad about turning him (quite likely permanently) into a feminine male sexpot, but then again you kind of doubt he'd mind once he'd had a few of those wonderfully intense orgasms like you had last night. Besides he's already got a rather sweet, caring personality that would fit right into the changes the costume made to yours, he was practically born to bop around being an adorable girlyboi maid.\n\nThe other is [[Kristov|BuddyOct]], someone who you're not even sure why you're friends with. He's honestly kind of a bully and a jerk... and that makes the thought of turning him into some 5'3" trap and bending him over a table to pound him into a writhing, panting, pleading-for-more mess is all the more appealing. You know just where Kristov's weakness is, too, and are pretty sure you could easily manage a situation where he'd feel obligated to wear the costume (obviously without knowing what it would do). He'd make quite the bratty little sextoy... but that could be cute too.

You have a hard enough time standing up to your own mother... an entire pack of mothers, surrounding you, wielding big, meaty cocks like they were symbols of some lustful authority? You don't have a chance. Your willpower crumbles as you meekly murmur "... Okay," and start pulling off your shirt.\n\nThe pack of adult women giggles and coos at you as you reveal your slim chest, making you feel even more humiliated and embarrassed, and dread what comes next. But you know there's nothing you can really do, so you undo your jeans and push them and your underwear down, enduring the wave of "Awwwwww!" as you reveal your prick, which wouldn't have measured up to all those long, thick fucksticks the MILF brigade is wielding even before its size see-sawing. You straighten up, trembling a bit as many of the women settle back into their seats, now openly stroking their cocks and fondling their balls as they look at you and shamelessly comment on your body, phrases like "precious" and "pretty" and "adorable" being used for various parts of your bared anatomy.\n\n"Such a good boy," your mother coos, making you turn to face her. She's discarded her skirt and her blouse is completely open, leaving her large breasts and equally large prick on display, one hand lightly wrapped around the base of it as she smiles lustfully. "But you'll be even better on your knees, sucking dick like a dutiful son should. Now, I trust you know where to start...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[With her cock.|QOKevScheme5x4]]\n\n[[With everyone else's cock.|QOKevScheme]]

You stare at your mother's cock for long seconds, then blurt, "UHLOOKATTHETIMEKEVIN'SEXPECTINGMEGOTTAGOBY!" and duck past her, clutching the clothes in your hand and barely stooping to grab your shoes on the way out, an annoyed cry of "Jamie!" heard from behind you as you hurry out the front door.\n\nYou don't stop until you arrive at the park bathroom you used to change clothes back when Kevin had his whole stupid idea about selling chocolate bars. Changing out of your pajamas and into more normal clothes, you try to calm yourself down and convince yourself that you didn't really see what you saw. It has to have been just some weird dream you were having and got muddled up in before you left the house. Yeah. Taking a deep breath, you bundle up your sleep clothes and head over to Kevin's, deciding to ask him if you can spend the night.\n\nKevin's fine with you spending the night, and his mother cheerfully makes you welcome... she's a little more on the bright and eager to please side than usual, but that's not too out there. What's kind of shocking is that his older sister is just as happy to see you and eager to run little errands and make you feel at home. Kevin seems relaxed and at ease, more ordering his mother and sister around than asking them for things, but they seem so happy to hop to whatever he asks that you sort of brush it off. Though you do wonder where his dad got off to...\n\nYou spend the day and evening largely without incident, though you wake up in the night and Kevin's nowhere to be seen in his room. Eh, must've gone to the bathroom. You dither around for awhile in the morning after breakfast, but eventually decide to head home. Hoping that nothing odd is there to greet you, you push open the front door, and instead hear idle chit-chatting of multiple women. Huh, sounds like some of your mother's friends. Maybe she's having one of her makeup selling parties or a book club or something. As you're trying to quietly head up to your room, your mother steps out in front of you. She's wearing a white silk blouse and a black short skirt, and though the blouse is unbuttoned to show a more generous amount of cleavage than the usual, there's no... evidence... of what you thought you saw yesterday.\n\n"Have fun at Kevin's, dear?" she asks lightly enough, smiling.\n\n"Um, yeah," you answer, squirming and starting to edge around her towards your room.\n\n"Now now, don't go running off just yet. Some of my friends are over and most of them haven't seen you in awhile. Why don't you come in and say hi?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Okay.|QOKevScheme5x2]]\n\n[[No thanks.|QOKevScheme]]

In answer, you hesitantly kneel down in front of her, hands uncertainly coming up to rest on her curvy hips before leaning in and touching your tongue to her shaft, dragging it slowly up.\n\n"Mhm, that's right, dutiful sons should tend to their mothers first of all," your mother says cheerfully, in a proud tone that she might use to reaffirm any etiquette lesson. Her motherly smile down at you is, of course, somewhat tinted by her licking her lips and kneading her own tits as you continue licking at her shaft. "But you should put more spirit into it, Jamie! Didn't I do a thorough job of sucking your fat prick when you had a big one? You should show your mother some of the same respect now that she's the one with the big dick!"\n\nYou suppose you're quite literally in no position to argue. Still looking up at her meekly, you lean in and start pressing your mouth to her shaft, sucking at it more firmly as you move your head, pressing your tongue harder against it. At her pleased noises that seem to urge you on, you somewhat hesitantly bring your hands around to it, wrapping one around the thick base of it and stroking a bit, fondling her heavy balls with the other as you move to slide your mouth over the head and start trying to work it into your mouth. Your mother moans lowly, bringing her hands to rest on her hips instead.\n\n"That's right, baby, get Mommy's cock nice and deep in your mouth... you need to get it alllll the way down your throat like a good little cocksucking slut of a son."\n\nShe definitely seems to be encouraging that, starting to give slight bucks of her hips towards the bobs of your head to urge more of her cock into your mouth. All around you, you can see the other mothers stroking themselves, all eyes on you as more and more of your mother's prick disappears between your widespread lips. It slides over your tongue and nudges up against your throat over and over, each time making you gag a bit and pull back... until finally your mother grabs the sides of your head and pushes you forward, forcing her cock down your now-bulging throat, your hands pressing to the front of her hips in reaction as within a matter of seconds you find your nose pressing against her crotch and her balls pressing against your chin.\n\nSoon she's thrusting away, fucking your face in a smooth, steady rhythm as you gag and quag on her prick, drool running down your chin and your eyes rolling up some. "Mmm, that's right, sweetheart, take allll of Mommy's big fat cock down your throat. Because you know what happens after Mommy feeds you a big fat load and sprays the rest over your face, don't you?" Grinning wickedly, she starts thrusting a bit faster, her balls making a nearly audible smack against your chin as you 'mmff!' and 'hngh!' with your stretched throat. "Mm, that's right, Mommy's going to bend you over and fuck you. Mommy's going to slam this big rod into your tight, slutty little ass and slam you until your hole gets all soft and yielding like a pussy."\n\nYour eyes widen and your noises become a bit more desperate at that... and yet your own cock finally reacts, completely against your will turning stiff and jutting up, as if just to emphasize how it's no match for the hefty rod stretching your throat. You squirm and wiggle more frantically, but all it does is seem to make your throat squeeze and suck harder around your mother's prick, and soon she's letting out a long, lusty moan and thrusting forward, her cock feeling like it's getting thicker and longer with every throb as it pulses, leaving you with no other option but to swallow her load since it's going almost all the way down your throat already. Then she's pulling back, flooding your throat anew as you struggle to swallow again, spluttering as she pulls out and leaves cum pooled on your tongue and dribbling down your chin, long streamers of it splattering all over your face as she strokes herself.\n\nYou pant and gasp as cum finally stops falling across your now messy face, looking at her cock and staring anew. It didn't just feel bigger, it <i>is</i> bigger! But if she notices it only seems to make her more smug, as she strokes herself more slowly. "Alright, sweetheart, there's a footrest clear right there. Bend over it and get ready to take Mommy in your boypussy."\n\n<hr>\n[[It's too big!|QOKevScheme]]\n\n[[... Yes Mommy...|QOKevScheme]]

You've gotta get this fixed. You love these covers of Jingle Bells but after hearing them both about four times in a row the first thing you're going to do when you can focus on your player is delete them! Carefully slowing the car in case there are any icy patches, you guide your car over to the side of the road, bracing for the bump when you leave the pavement. \n\nYou're not braced quite enough since shortly after you pull off the road there's a loud <i>WHODWHD</i> noise and the car jerks before listing heavily to one side. Cursing loudly, you quickly turn on your hazard blinkers and do a cursory check back down the road before clambering out of the car and heading around to the passenger side. Sure enough, both tires on that side are flat... some small logs with jutting, jagged broken-off branches were concealed by the snow, and now, well. Even if you were capable of changing a tire yourself out in the middle of nowhere, you've only got one spare, and neither of the tires is in good enough shape to be driven flat, certainly not for the almost two hours it would take to get to civilization. \n\nAnd, of course, a check of your phone shows that you have a grand total of zero bars. In fact you're pretty sure that the only reason it's not showing you negative bars is that there's no room on that side of the screen. Sighing, you thump the phone against your forehead, then get back in the car, where at least it's warm. Hugging yourself, you consider your options... and try not to curse again when snow once more starts drifting down from the sky. Just great, on top of everything else! You settle down in the seat, sourly going back to thinking. Probably the smartest thing to do is to stay in your nice warm car until someone comes along to help... except that you're in the middle of nowhere, and that even if someone comes along and sees you, that's no guarantee that they'll actually stop to help you. And the car won't stay nice and warm forever, just as long as you still have gas, and even without actually driving you'll run out eventually.\n\nThe other option is to actually try to walk to civilization... not exactly a fun thought. By your estimation, if you manage to keep up a good pace and don't, you know, freeze to death, you might reach somewhere that you can call for help by about midday. So at least Christmas wouldn't be completely ruined... unless, of course, you completely ruin it by the aforementioned freezing to death. Still, it's a more proactive solution than sitting here in your car hoping that someone helpful comes along and spots you before your gas runs out, the car cools down, and you... well, now you're just repeating yourself. \n\n<hr>\n[[Stay put.|HollyXmas3x1]]\n\n[[Go.|HollyXmas1x3]]

Ultimately, the prospect of sitting alone in your car with the future completely uncertain and just hoping someone comes along to help is intolerable. Turning off your car and leaving the hazard blinkers on so that hopefully no one will run into it in the snow, you take a moment to dig up some paper and a pen and write out a note about what happened to leave on the dash (just in case). Pulling on your long red coat and a knit cap, as well as your gloves, you grab your coffee thermos and turn the car off before clambering off and starting to walk slong the side of the road.\n\nUnfortunately, the longer you walk, the more it snows. Visibility soon drops to a handful of feet in front of and behind you, with you barely able to keep the black asphalt of the road in sight to one side of you. It takes a little longer to filter through your slightly cold-fogged brain that at this visibility, if someone came zipping along the road, they might not see you at all... or worse, if they did spot you, it might startle them into slipping on the road and crashing. Possibly right into you.\n\nOf course, if you wander very far from the road to decrease the chances of an accident, pretty good chance you'll accidentally wander off into the woods instead. The question is whether you want to risk that, or risk being pancaked by some farmer's F-350.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay beside the road.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Get some space.|HollyXmas1x4]]

Walking over to Tifa, you lean in and press up behind her, reaching around to grab her tits with both hands and start slowly kneading them. She gives a soft, faintly pleasant 'mmf' noise, but otherwise doesn't interrupt what she's doing, though her motions do rub her ass against your crotch a bit.\n\n"Hey, Tifa, let's do something," you suggest.\n\n"Sure, what?" she asks, glancing over her shoulder at you.\n\n<hr>\n[["Strip down and blow me."|FF7X]]\n\n[["Let's go upstairs."|FF7X]]\n\n[["Let's do something really perverse."|FF7X4x4]]

"Oh. Um. Well, thank you," you answer, reaching out to tentatively rest your hand in his, trying not to jump when his fingers wrap around it. "But my name's not Red, it's-"\n\n"But you have that lovely red coat, no one wears something like that if it's not to make a statement," Biggs interrupts smoothly, drawing you up closer to his side as he straightens up and starts walking along, leading you with him. He gives you just as much an impression of being large as when he was an all-fours wolf, easily head and shoulders above you. "So I think the nickname suits you, don't you, my little Red?"\n\nHe states it with such smooth assertiveness that you can't quite bring yourself to argue, and instead resign yourself to being Red until you've been led to the end of your journey. You actually find yourself growing used to the odd appearance of your guide surprisingly fast, every little glance over at him lessening the 'weird' impact of his bestial features. It helps that in the cold winter air, his hand is so nice and warm around yours... in fact his body radiates a pleasant heat that has you half-unconsciously edging a little closer to his side as the two of you walk along.\n\nHe is definitely an attractive specimen, you decide as you glance at him. Part of it is the confidence and surety, even slight smugness, he radiates as he leads the way through the woods without ever showing a moment's hesitation or uncertainty. He's lean as one might expect of a wolf, but his muscles are defined enough that you can see the lines of them through the seemingly thin layer of pure snowy white fur covering his body. And, well, there's that cock of his that's impressive to say the least. You try not to look, as seems only polite, but it's... right there, swaying and moving right in the open, as if trying to draw the eye.\n\nOf course it only gets worse when he starts to get hard. Your eyes widen and your face colors again, but you do your best not to betray your reaction as that limp length gradually thickens and hardens, raising up from draping over his sack and jutting forward in a shallow arc. And then eventually it's poking out in front of him, waving back and forth with every step, beckoning your eyes ever more with its motion, the wobble back and forth almost hypnotizing as it puts all sorts of thoughts in your head.\n\n"Oh dear," Biggs suddenly says, making you jump a bit in shock and yank your head away in worry that he saw you staring and finally decided to be offended. When you manage to look at his face, he's got a sad look on it... though he can't hide the glitter in his eyes. "I'm afraid I'm a victim of your charms, Red. You just look and smell so good that I've let myself become distracted. I couldn't possibly remember the way to Grandma's House with this aching and throbbing," he huffs, taking his hand from yours to instead wrap it around his length and give a few slow, brazen strokes. "I'm afraid until this gets taken care of, we can't go another step. You'll help, won't you...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Reluctantly agree.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Enthusiastically agree.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HollyXmas]]

Your mind filled with imagery pulled straight from the big foundry fight in <i>Robocop</i>, you decide to step away from the road, putting another five feet or so between yourself and the edge of it, the asphalt quickly turning into a dark blur in the flurries of snow drifting down from the sky. \n\nOf course it probably shouldn't be a surprise when that dark blur disappears into the white after a little while, and you find yourself walking past more and more tree trunks. It's obvious you've wandered off into the woods... but at the same time you can't risk stopping and trying to huddle, if you quit moving there's a pretty good chance you'll freeze. So you walk on and on through the snow, pulling the hood of your jacket up over your cap for an extra layer of warmth before hugging yourself.\n\nEventually, and thankfully, the snow tapers off, and finally turns into just a slight drift of fat white flakes from the sky. You dust off your shoulders and head and take a good look around you... looks like you are indeed well out in the forest. Sighing, you pull out your phone and take a glance at it, not really expecting to have a signal even deeper into nature than you were, and you definitely don't.\n\nA faint sound makes you look up, and the phone drops from your suddenly slack fingers. There is a <i>massive</i> wolf walking through the snow towards you! Winding back and forth between the trees, it's as white as the snow covering the ground, the only sound it makes the slight noise of its feet on the snow. If it weren't so absolutely silent out here right now you'd have never heard it at all. It's making its way straight towards you, yellow eyes fixed on your face, so it's not just wandering by.\n\n<hr>\n[[Flee!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Panic.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Stay still.|HollyXmas1x5]]

There's no way that you can outrun something like that, and freaking out isn't going to do you any good... maybe you should just stay calm and hope for the best, since running would probably only make it chase you. Maybe it will take a sniff and go away...?\n\nThe wolf slows down as it approaches you, moving in a way you can only call a saunter, and you blush as you notice the fairly heavy white sack hanging between its hind legs. It does approach you, and you stiffen but otherwise control yourself as it sniffs at you. It seems even bigger up close... you never realized how <i>huge</i> wolves were, thinking of them just as large dogs! It circles around you slowly, then lopes away a few steps to a nearby tree and... changes.\n\nIt happens too fast for you to really see many details, just rearing up on its hind legs that are suddenly much longer and shaped differently, stretching out a foreleg that now has lean but impressive muscle and fingers to rest on a tree, the other hand coming down to rest on a very humanish hip. The wolf smiles at you with a very human-seeming face... there's still just a hint of muzzle to the shape of his nose, but otherwise he's actually quite handsome, striking even. You stare at the white-furred man, then fight down a squeak as you realize that he hasn't gotten any less anatomically correct by changing to a human-shaped body... a pink shaft drapes down over those big fuzzy balls, a ring of white fur like some sort of vestigial sheath wrapped around the base of it. It's impressively thick and long despite being completely soft.\n\n"Well, Little Red, you seem to have lost your way."\n\nYou start, quickly yanking your gaze back up to his face at the sound of that smooth, rich voice, and see that if anything he's smirking more broadly, his wolflike ears giving a twitch and his yellow eyes glittering. Your blush intensifies as you realize that he must have seen you staring. "Er, I... yes," you admit, since you can't really think of anything better to say when confronted by an oddly attractive wolfman.\n\n"Don't feel too bad, it's easy enough to happen this time of year, and out here in the woods," he says in a soothing tone, though it's given a slightly smarmy lilt by his grin and that glitter in his eyes. Which... is still rather attractive in its own way, you have to admit. "Where are you headed?"\n\n"Um. Grandma's house," you answer in a rather distant tone, still a little too shocked to realize that's not a great answer for getting directions.\n\n"Oh, I can definitely lead you to Grandma's House, Little Red," the wolfman says in a delighted tone. "I'm an expert on directions there. So let old Biggs lead you, I'll make sure you get there safe," he adds, holding out one large not-quite-human hand.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept his help.|HollyXmas1x6]]\n\n[[Decline.|HollyXmas]]

After a moment, you give a little huff and nod. "If it's the only way."\n\n"It'll be fine! Just keep it slow and steady, don't let it freak you out, grab the bracelet and walk back out. I promise it'll all be okay!"\n\nNodding, you slowly step forward and into the wobbling green pond. Instantly you can feel it starting to rub and squeeze, almost caress at your feet and ankles. Shuddering a little at the sensation, a strange mixture of pleasant and intensely creepy, you continue walking forward. It's a bit like walking through mud, but doesn't seem to give you as many problems with raising your feet to put them back in, making wet slurping and glopping noises as you walk forward but otherwise letting you move. "W-what's it doing?" you squeak as some of the green goo starts venturing higher up your legs as you get in up to your knees.\n\n"It's just absorbing your sweat! Don't worry!" Mallory calls back, hands cupped around his mouth despite you not being that far away.\n\nYou make a bit of a face, but continue on forward, trying your best to ignore the feeling of the gooey substance stroking and rubbing along your thighs. Of course the moment you're in deep enough it practically cups your balls, making you squeak again and fight the urge to jump... you're not supposed to agitate it, after all. You do your best to keep going forward calmly, even as the good fondling your sack has your cock stiffening and lifting the scalemail loincloth's front flap upward.\n\nAnd then you get in a few inches deeper, and the green slime slurps around your cock, enveloping completely and starting to suck and rub all around it, making you cry out... and then again as a wobbling, semisolid gush of the stuff starts pushing itself past your pucker, even as it squirms and rubs around your buttocks. "I-it's fucking me!" you gasp out, stopping still and shuddering for a moment, gasping as the slime pushes its jelly-like pseudopod deeper inside you.\n\n"Yeah they do that!" comes the call back.\n\nGritting your teeth, you force yourself to keep walking steadily forward, even as you get up to the waist in the goo that's now rubbing and stroking your entire lower body, that slimey tentacle pumping away inside your ass. You almost topple forward as you feel a strange new violation... it's pushing another tendril down the tip of your dick. You whimper as the slime starts fucking your urethra similarly to how it's fucking your ass, getting deeper and deeper inside you as you slowly walk forward. You can feel both giving occasional spurts inside you, too, your belly starting to gradually round out some from the slime gushing inside you. But eventually you arrive in front of the bracelet, the slime almost up to your chest, lapping at your stiff nipples beneath the scalemail bikini top... and you come to a shiver-inducing conclusion. "I... I'd have to go under to get it!"\n\n"You'll be okay! I put a breathing spell on you!" Mallory shouts. "You'll be fine, promise! Just get it!"\n\nOh man... you love him, but do you <i>trust</i> him? He's apparently wanted the Regalia of Astaroth for quite awhile... what if all this is a ploy to get you to get it for him? As much a question of the fear you feel at the thought of plunging completely into this rape-slime is the question... do you believe in Mallory?\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|QOInc2x8]]\n\n[[No.|QOInc3x1]]

Though pretty universally regarded as an underpowered class, you know that when built right, Bards can be pretty powerful... well, within their own niche, at least. But if the book can offer even more ideas or options for making them a bit more well-rounded, you figure that's a good start. \n\nTaking down the book, you start flipping through it... then glance up and look around. Did you hear music playing? ... Eh, the snotty chick at the front desk is probably just listening to something suitably pretentious, like a classical composer no one but classical music teachers have heard of, or any variety of indie music at all. It's so distant that you can't really tell, though, it could be almost anything. Shrugging, you turn your attention back to the book.\n\nWhile it looks like it does have a handful of general use feats and build suggestions, and even new items, to help along the standard bards, most of the book seems to be focused around using 'archetypes'... basically bards that are slid a bit further towards one of the various things bards do, to make them a bit less of 'student of all, master of none' while still retaining some of the general flavor of the whole.\n\nOne of those classes is the [[Geisha|GGBard1x1]]. While it uses the title, it also stresses that this type of bard doesn't need to actually follow the stylings of a Japanese entertainer. Instead it's to indicate that the focus is almost entirely on skills, social interaction, and performing certain rituals that give bonuses. Their weapon proficiencies are much more limited and they don't get nearly as many spells per day, but it looks like they make even better 'Diplomancers' than standard bards.\n\nThen there's the [[Swashbuckler|GGBard]], which goes the other way. They're actually capable fighters, with a much greater focus on being able to mix it up in melee (while still obviously not being particularly tank-y). Still plenty of diplomacy ability, it looks like, since a lot of their other abilities derive from being charming and witty, but also not much on the spellcasting.\n\nThe third is called the [[Siren|GGBard]], and as expected it hews to the other strength of the bard, performance and buffs. There's much less of a focus on outright diplomatic skills, and they're practically helpless as far as combat goes, but it looks like their ability to buff, debuff, and influence via music is probably slightly broken. \n\nIt also does have just a standard [[Bard|GGBard]] build, with suggestions on how to maximize its various abilities without actually minmaxing.

This is so embarrassing, you want to get this done with and get out. Hoping that the magic at least includes some basic noise dampening, you end your use of Santavision and climb (awkwardly, inexperienced at trying to hide a hardon while moving) up onto the chimney, then hop down.\n\nYou arrive in the living room after slipping out of the fireplace, glancing around and finding the bag practically waiting for you this time. There's a plate of sugar cookies on the hearth that have been carefully and thoroughly iced, and a plate of plain ones piled on a plate off to the side, obviously meant for the family's own consumption.\n\nYou do your best to focus on Santa-ly activities, going back and forth from the bag to the tree, pausing in between to munch cookies and drink milk. But maybe it's just your imagination, or maybe some lingering effect of Santavision, but you could swear you can hear Madelyn upstairs, moaning softly, even the wet noises of fingers stroking over slick teenage pussylips and a sweaty body writhing against sheets. It's driving you crazy! Your cock is literally achingly hard, and you can't help but grip it through the satin and give a rub, moaning softly yourself as just that eases the ache... but only a little, and only for a moment.\n\nYou can't take it anymore! You've got to do something!\n\n<hr>\n[[Jerk off down here.|HollyXmas5x8]]\n\n[[Go see Madelyn.|HollyXmas9x1]]

You begin to suggest something, then consider and step back to open your menu, Tifa freezing in place as you start looking through it.\n\nEventually you find a menu called 'Area Control', which among other things includes a 'Do Not Disturb' toggle. Turning that on will make it so that no one will enter the general area you're in until you either leave or turn it off, making sure that whatever you do won't be interrupted. Boy, that's a handy thing to have, sure wouldn't want to do lewd stuff in public without that option or people would probably sneak up on you all the time like ninjas. You add that to your quick menu, and browse some of the other options before nodding in satisfaction that you should be able to pull off your idea.\n\nTelling Tifa to lead the way to the playground area that's between the sectors, you follow along behind her, smirking to yourself. When the two of you arrive, it's only a small handful of kids of both genders and a pretty wide age gap, including toddlers, most of them with their parents. Well, you can fix that. You open up the Area Control menu, the playground occupants freezing in place, and start messing with the 'NPC Spawn Rates'.\n\nFirst of all, set female spawn rate to zero. Same for parent spawn rate. Then go to the age range for boys and set it to a range where they'd be at least starting to get curious about girls. (Besides at that age they could likely be sent to the playground on their own, it's more realistic that way.) Then you up the spawn rate in general, before hitting 'Refresh Area'.\n\nThere's an odd <i>blip</i> effect as the menu automatically closes, with the majority of the current inhabitants disappearing. The playground in general becomes far more noisy and active as it's suddenly populated by more than a dozen boisterous boys all running around, shouting and carrying on. Grinning, you lean in and whisper in Tifa's ear, to which she nods serenely and walks forwards towards the playground proper, while you set the Do Not Disturb toggle on.\n\n"Oh hey! It's the neesan from Sector Seven!" one of the boys calls, at which a number of them start crowding around. Tifa's apparently pretty popular even in the nearby areas... she does seem like the sort that would give out candy to kids, huh? You grin at the thought that she's about to give them a lot more as the crowd of boys starts clamoring for Tifa's attention, while some of the others largely ignore the ruckus and others watch curiously from the sidelines.\n\n"Hello, everyone. Neesan came to play, so I hope you don't mind?" Tifa asks, to which there's an immediate outcry of eagerness. Which turns to some shocked noises and stares as Tifa pulls up her top, bare breasts dropping free and wobbling as she pulls it up and off. Every boy there is left staring, most with open mouths, as she tosses the shirt aside and starts undoing her belt, wiggling both her skirt and panties down and slipping out of them. Still smiling almost serenely, she squats down, balancing on her tiptoes and swinging her legs out, displaying her pink pussy to the crowd of boys and settling her ass onto her heels, hands resting on her knees. "For this game, you can do whatever you want to me. So don't be shy!"\n\nA number of glances are exchanged. Clearly none of them is quite sure how to deal with this development, but all of them are clearly interested. It takes a moment, but two brave souls step forward, reaching out to start fondling Tifa's large, bare tits, fingers exploring and squeezing at her, pinching at her stiff nipples as she makes soft, subdued noises of pleasure. Both boys jump a little when Tifa's hands move to unzip the front of their shorts, but soon both are moaning and more eagerly kneading her tits as the martial artist's hands wrap around their stiff young pricks and start stroking.\n\nApparently taking that as confirmation that she's serious, the other boys quickly start stripping out of their own shorts and pants, some discarding their shirts as well, and come crowding in closer around Tifa. Eager young hands start stroking over every bit of her they can reach, rubbing at her sides, her hips, the full, round curve of her ass. Exploring fingers stroke at her dripping pussy and even push into her ass, leaving Tifa wriggling and cooing as the center of attention, hands moving from one sleek slender pole to the next, fondling soft smooth balls, leaning forward to exchange heated, deep kisses with shivering, blushing boys.\n\nOf course, you gave her pretty clear instructions, and soon she obeys them by pushing one of the boys over onto his back and moving to straddle him. Her tits press down against his face, leaving his long moan of delight muffled as she sinks her pussy onto his stiff, pre-dripping prick, claiming his virginity in one smooth stroke. Tifa begins bouncing her hips, rocking her body to keep her tits pressing against his face with her movements, still making subdued coos of delight. Of course it doesn't take too long for some of the other boys to get the idea, one moving in behind her, small hands rubbing over her large ass before he guides himself to her pucker and pushes inside, throwing back his head and moaning. Another boy moves in front, lifting up his shirt to leave Tifa with plenty of room to wrap her lips around his prick, her fingers forming a ring around the base of it as she looks up at his flushed face, his eyes closed and teeth worrying his lower lip.\n\nYou lean back against the mog-head jungle gym, fishing out your own stiff prick and stroking it idly as the group of boys around Tifa clamors for the others to hurry up and finish so they can have their turn. Soon enough both the ones up top do, pulling away a bit reluctantly with now damp young cocks still as stiff and eager as ever, and giving you a brief glimpse that Tifa's pussy has a nice thick churned mingling of boycum and girlcum on it as well. The boy underneath her doesn't get a chance to swap out, however, as two more quickly move in to start fucking her ass and mouth, slender hips slapping against her big round ass, at the other end lips parting wide enough to slide a hairless sack into her mouth along with the rest of the boy's cock.\n\nYou're fairly certain that between youthful stamina and this being a porn game, the boys could fuck Tifa practically forever. And of course, with her set to Compliant, she'd be perfectly fine with that. Still, you want to get off too, so...\n\n<hr>\n[[Just keep enjoying the view.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Take a turn.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Snag one of the boys.|FF7X]]]\n\n[[Set all of them to Compliant.|FF7X]]

... then, taking a deep breath, you pull the zipper the rest of the way open, lifting your ass off the seat to slide your jeans and panties down. The leather feels remarkably good against your bare butt and pussy as you settle back down onto it. You work the jeans down and get them over your sneakers, still blushing at the fact that you're squirming your bare ass and wet pussy all over a practical stranger's car seat while she watches with a light smile. Letting the bundled-up jeans and panties fall into the floorboard, you take another bolstering breath before pulling your t-shirt up and off, revealing your perky B-cups to the cool, air-conditioned air of the car. Tossing the shirt with your other clothes, you sit back, looking over at Amethyst with a mingling of expectation and nervousness. \n\n"Alright, let's go." Amethyst just gives you that light smile before opening her door and stepping out. It takes you a moment of wrestling with your fear before you can do the same, stepping out of the car and into the wide open cement expanse of the parking garage, effectively completely naked. You swallow hard again, fighting the urge to cover yourself since it wouldn't exactly do much good, and follow after Amethyst as she calmly strolls towards the elevator. You're then forced to stand there, glancing back and forth nervously, as you wait for it to arrive, the doors finally sliding open and letting the two of you walk in. Amethyst is very deliberate about hitting the button of her floor and then not pressing the door close button, letting it close on its own time. As you stand squirming in the corner, she glances over at you. "You do have such a nice ass and cute little tits," she notes in a warm tone that makes it sound like she's commenting on your taste in clothing.\n\nYou blush all the way down to your collarbone (which is fairly visible at the moment), resisting the urge to glance around for cameras. When the doors open the two of you walk out, the sound of Amethyst's heels muffled on the carpet. As the two of you walk down the hallway, there's the sound of keys jingling and a lock clicking. Your eyes go wide, before Amethyst snags your arm and pulls you around a corner into an offshoot hallway, pressing you up against the wall, her suit-wrapped body rubbing against yours as she sticks in close. Your heart is pounding as you can hear a door opening and people talking, discussing the best route to take to some concert. Then you almost jump as you feel Amethyst's hand press between your legs, starting to rub at your pussy again. "Best not make a sound," she murmurs warmly in your ear. "They'll walk right past... if they don't hear anything to make them look this way."\n\nYou bite down hard on your lower lip as Amethyst once again expertly toys with your pussy, stroking your outer lips and giving teasing little flicks of your clit. The sound of at least two adults, two kids, and from the jingling what sounds like a dog approaches, getting louder, Amethyst's motions against your pussy getting more intense the closer they get. Her fingers slide inside you just before the group appears in your line of view, walking along chattering animatedly to each other while you're busy trying to force your throat to seize up and not let so much as a whimper escape. Amethyst continues slowly pumping her fingers deep into your pussy as they walk past, slipping them back out to resume teasing your folds and clit once they're out of sight. You tremble as you hear the faint sound of the elevator, the doors sliding open, the almost eternity of them padding inside, and then the doors finally sliding shut as Amethyst focuses on your clit again. You let out a soft, gasping mewl as you cum again, shuddering as arousal runs down your inner thighs.\n\n"Good girl," Amethyst coos in your ear, smearing her wet fingers against one of your buttocks before drawing away, starting down the hallway again. Even as exposed as you are, it still takes you a few seconds of leaning against the wall, your legs lightly spread to show off your sopping teenage cunt, before you can hurry after her.\n\nFinally she stops in front of a door, taking her time about pulling out her keys and using one to admit the two of you. It's... surprisingly normal inside, a lot of cream and pale blue on display, with little shocks and accents of bright red here and there. You stand in the entryway squirming, somehow feeling just as naked and vulnerable here as out in the hallway, even as a strange sense of safety closes in around you.\n\n"Shoes and socks off, put them right there please," Amethyst instructs in a businesslike tone, gesturing to a small, lacquered wooden thing low down on the floor. When you start to toe out of your shoes she makes a negating sound, so you blush and bend over to untie them, jutting your bare ass up in the air and wiggling it as you get your shoes and socks off before setting them down. When you straighten up she's smiling at you again. "You're a bit of a natural, I'm quite pleased. Well, having come this far, it seems pointless to ask if you're ready to go a bit further. But before we go to the room, I think it's important to discuss methodology."\n\n"Like... safewords, and stuff?" you ask, rubbing your hips a little, then stopping when it feels weird since they're bare.\n\n"To a certain extent. Specifically, whether you want to experience a 'proper' BDSM experience involving things such as that. Do you know, they seem to be a uniquely American thing?" Amethyst asks as she sets her own shoes aside, then unbuttons her jacket and drapes it across the back of the couch. "Apparently in most other countries such as Japan and Britain, the dom is simply expected to know the sub's limits and be responsible thusly. I suppose we expect a little bit less psychic ability of our doms here in the states, or perhaps we're just more litigious." She finishes undoing her pants and lets them drop, hands coming up to start unbuttoning her blouse. "But yes, if you would prefer, we can abide strictly by the 'Safe, Sane, and Consensual' school of BDSM. Safewords, repeated safety checks, I'll need you to fill out a blacklist first. It will involve much more stopping to check if things are alright with you first, and thus is less spontaneous. But there are those who find it interesting specifically because of that... it's said that under this method, it's the sub who really has all the power, after all," she notes, giving you an amused look as she shrugs out of the blouse.\n\nYou find your mouth having gone rather dry, either from her explanation and the sight of her standing there in very fancy, very attractive black underwear, the cups of the bra covering barely half her full breasts, the slender dual strings of her panties running high on her curvy hips. You flick your tongue over your lips, feeling your breathing starting to get a little faster at the implications you're starting to put together. "What's the other method...?"\n\n"Well. That's the one where I have <i>all</i> the power, darling." Amethyst pads barefoot over to you, her smile calculated and eyes sparkling as she cups your chin and tilts your head up to look at her. "That's where I decide what we do, when and if we stop, and where I neither ask you nor let you say 'no'. Where I <i>punish</i> you for saying no, if I feel like it. It is far more intense and requires vastly more trust... and is also much, much, much more dangerous. But then, as we've established... danger is a large part of my personal method."\n\nYou swallow heavily. "... What sort...?" You trail off, your thoughts a little rattled.\n\n"Does your mother use?" Amethyst completes your thought for you, laughing softly. "Oh, we started out wholly safe, sane, and consensual. Safewords, a blacklist, hard limits. But she asked me to abandon them all some time ago." The heat in Amethyst's eyes feels like it's seeping into your body through where your gazes are locked together as she brushes her thumb over her chin. "I could call her up at work right now, tell her to strip naked, climb up on her desk, turn away from the door and finger her ass, and she'd do it. Because I own her. Because she wants me to own her. Because she wants me to put her in danger, take her out of the sanity and safety of her world for awhile." She leans in, flicking her tongue against your lips. "But that's her. You're you. Decide for yourself where you want to begin."\n\n<hr>\n[[Use safewords.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Give yourself over.|GGParent]]

"Mm, better not. It is kinda dark and stuff out here," you say with a glance around, then grin at her, amused at her embarrassed look as you slip your hand out of her pants and give your fingers a light lick. "Maybe sometime soon though, yeah? We've still got time this summer."\n\nShe nods eagerly, then blushes again as she fastens her shorts back. After you've collected the lantern and the two of you set off back to the house, Leslie reaches out to snag your hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze, and only letting go once you're almost back across the lawn. The two of you meet back up with the boys, and spend the rest of the night yakking and doing some light drinking, mostly passing the time and talking about how not-spooky the house turned out to be. Every so often you'll catch Leslie glancing at you with a rather gooey expression on her face, and each time you do you give her a grin, making her blush and go silent for several minutes as she squirms and her nipples stiffen under her shirt again.\n\nEventually the four of you head home. You exchange several rather general texts with Leslie about 'what a fun time' it was (she seems worried someone might see them) before bed. The next day is largely normal and quiet... you don't hear from Leslie and figure she doesn't want to come off as overeager and clingy, which is fine with you. It's not until later that evening, as you're sitting clicking away at one of your games, when anything strange happens. Specifically, your bedroom window slides open, despite your bedroom being on the second floor.\n\nYou blink and look over as a woman finishes swinging in through the window and straightening up. She's fairly tall, with shaggy hair that comes down past her shoulderblades, and despite looking like she's only in her twenties it's silver-colored, shot through here and there with patches of black. She's wearing a red tubetop over her large breasts, leaving her defined abs bare, as well as a leather jacket and battered, torn blue jeans that hug her powerful-looking legs and taut ass (as you saw when she was swinging in). She stretches for a moment, then fixes yellow(?!) eyes on you. \n\n"Hoo! Geez, kid, don't you leave the house normally? I've been waiting all day, finally got bored."\n\n<hr>\n[[Scream.|GGWW]]\n\n[["... The fuck?"|GGHH12x3]]

"It's too big of a change again, with everything else it would sure to get parents and the community up in arms," you reply, not bothering to add that you would be far too easy to throw under the bus as a target for their ire in that event. "Let's compromise. The older teachers can be offered early retirement... we'll bring in our Mistress's suggestions to replace them and them only. The others will probably become assets in their own rights with the freedoms we'll give them."\n\n"An excellent point, not enough diversity of viewpoints is one of the very things we're fighting against, of course having some fresh blood will be beneficial," Ryoko agrees in a positively cheerful tone. "I'll start arranging the retirement packages immediately. Now, there is one more thing that requires your attention... or rather, two more things, but I think we can only properly see to one."\n\n"Oh?" You blink at that.\n\n"Two people, specifically. For one thing, I've been told that there's a reporter on her way here to see you."\n\n"A reporter?!" you almost squeak.\n\n"Relax, Patissier-sama, she doesn't know anything. But she's a muckraker, to be sure... if we give her cause to investigate us, it's doubtful she'll stop until she's found <i>some</i>thing. Or possibly invented it."\n\n"How dangerous is that?" you ask, glancing a little nervously towards the window with its heavy blinds.\n\nRyoko opens her mouth as if to answer offhandedly, then considers. "It's... not without risk," she admits after a moment. "Our Mistress's media empire is quite powerful and widespread, and will be a large part of what allows her to control the reactions to your changes here... and help disseminate them to society. But sometimes, well, a pebble can start an avalanche."\n\n"Wonderful." You rub your nose beneath your glasses a bit. "What's the other matter?"\n\n"There is a delinquent that must be seen to, a Kanna Amaguri."\n\nYou quirk your eyebrows. "A delinquent? I thought our Mistress wanted to encourage individuality."\n\n"Individuality, yes," Ryoko allows, canting her head in acknowledgement of the point. "But as you may have noticed, she is also a firm believer in respect for your superiors. Kanna Amaguri is disrespectful, confrontational, and rude, not only to other students, but to staff. She breaks not only the pointless and restrictive rules of the school, but perfectly reasonable ones as well. Out of the last fifty school days, she has had detention for thirty-one of them... for most of the rest she didn't bother to turn up to school at all."\n\n"Why is she such an urgent matter? Can't we see to her later today, or tomorrow...?"\n\n"Doubtful." Ryoko shakes her head. "There's a strong likelihood she'll soon skip out today as well, she's very adept at it. After that, she might be back tomorrow, or next week."\n\n"Why is she so important, then? And why today?"\n\n"Her importance is that as we relax the rules, strong-willed students like herself, ones that already stand out, will become the first trendsetters. Allowing such a bad-tempered student with a foul personality to set the tone for others could be very bad indeed... her influence could be very small, or it could 'spoil the entire crop', as it were. As to why it must be today, well, some strong-willed people can resist the ability Mistress has given us to fog minds and plant suggestions, they can shake off orders implanted or resist being put under at all. The only time these people, females in particular, are sure to be vulnerable to our powers are when they are at the height of their fertility in their monthly cycle."\n\n"When they're... the most receptive." You quirk a brow of your own. "And you can monitor this in girls remotely?"\n\n"And boys." Ryoko grins wolfishly. "Their monthly cycle is less obvious but still present. Our Mistress is heavily invested in various technology development as well. Kanna Amaguri is at her absolute most receptive today, this morning in fact. If she eludes us today, even tomorrow it will be more difficult to alter her... if she happens to elude us for the rest of the week, we likely won't have another chance until next month... by which time she might have already had some influence. As well, I'll remind you that Mistress will be reviewing your work right about then."\n\n"Mm." You drum your fingers on the desk. "So it really is her or the reporter."\n\n"And reporters are, in general, an arrogant and petty bunch... if you refuse to see her right when she turns up, she'll likely take it as a snub and hold a grudge, making her all the more likely to dig up something authentically damaging, or resort to libel if she can't find it. Either way, there will likely be a complication down the road that you'll have to decide how to deal with, Patissier-sama... or have it decided for you."\n\nWell that's lovely. You sigh a bit and sit back in your chair.\n\n<hr>\n[[See the reporter.|HelenJP3x1]]\n\n[[See Kanna.|HelenJP2x5]]

"Let's deal with the threat from within first," you finally decide. "Kanna is obviously a problem right now, and even with a high likelihood, the reporter is only a potential one. Tell her that I'll be happy to see her this weekend anywhere and any time she likes, but that it's the first time I'll be available due to my busy transition schedule."\n\n"Understood." Ryoko makes a few notes on her tablet, then nods to you. "I'll have Kanna Amaguri brought up at once." She turns and sashays off, and you allow yourself to spend a second just enjoying the sight of her ass in that tight skirt. You really hope that this professional relationship comes with other, more personal benefits as well.\n\nEventually she knocks on the door of your office, waiting for you to call before she shows in a young lady who looks like she might be sixteen or seventeen. She's obviously in violation of the current dresscode, her skirt rolled up so that it's a bit shorter, jacket left open to show off her partially unbuttoned uniform blouse with the little ribbon tie tugged loose, ankles covered by baggy socks. Her hair is fluffed up and a shade of blonde that could only come out of a bottle (as you'd generally expect for a Japanese person), and she's wearing colored contacts of a bright blue color that also does not occur in nature. Despite being shown into the principal's office, she's tapping away at her gaudily-decorated cellphone, multiple small ornaments dangling from one end of the case. She's very attractive and obviously very bitchy, and you're pretty sure it's your new body that has you desperately wanting to fuck her until her eyes roll up in her head and she forgets math.\n\nClearing your throat, you rise from your desk and circle around to stand in front of her. "Yeah, what?" she inquires in a bored tone, popping the gum she's chewing before actually bothering to look up at you. She looks surprised for a moment, then a little shocked and concerned as her gaze begins to dull, her body twitching a bit. Then her hands drop, cell clattering to the floor as her shoulders relax, glassy eyes going half-lidded.\n\n"Hm, even at her most receptive, she still struggled for a moment," Ryoko muses as she shuts the outer office door and walks over to stand near you, eyeing the teenager.\n\n"I had to concentrate on her a lot harder, too," you admit, actually feeling a little tired, completely different than the people you've tried it on before. You have to admit, it makes you want to fuck her all the more. You glance over at Ryoko, and see by the glint in her dark eyes she's having similar thoughts... well, a little bonding with the staff never hurt anyone! (Though Kanna might be sore tomorrow.) So yes, looks like this little gyaru bitch is going to get double-teamed... the question is, what other changes to make? While you're pondering that, you ask Ryoko, "The reporter?"\n\n"Snarled 'I see how it is' and stormed out. As expected, it looks like you've made an enemy."\n\nLovely. Still, there are more pressing matters to attend to, such as, what to do with lovely Miss Amaguri.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make her into a model student.|HelenJP5x1]]\n\n[[Make her your loyal pet.|HelenJP2x6]]

"You said Kanna has influence and authority over the other students, right, Ryoko?" you ask thoughtfully.\n\n"To a certain extent, yes. Most of them are currently too afraid of breaking the rules to follow her example, but with the new relaxed rules you've put into place, her influence will grow and she'll become a trendsetter."\n\n"Then I think it's best we make her <i>our</i> trendsetter, don't you?" Smiling, you turn back to the bottle blonde. "Alright, Kanna, are you listening?"\n\n"Listening," she echoes back dully.\n\n"Alright, first of all, you're going to stop being so snappish and rude to everyone. You don't have to be sweet and polite, but no more insults, no more bullying, and no more outright defiance of the teachers. You'll also decide that you need to come to school every day you possibly can, unless one of the teachers or myself tells you otherwise. Understood?" You wait for her acknowledgement, then grin. "But as for myself and Ryoko here, the moment you saw us both you fell instantly in love, lust, and worship. You want to obey us, you know that obeying us will bring you pleasure. Our attention nourishes you, and you'd do anything you could to make us happy and protect us. You'd sooner die than deliberately do anything that could hurt us."\n\n"I'd sooner die than hurt you," she murmurs, her voice having taken on a more dreamy quality than before.\n\n"Just thinking about us is enough to make your nipples stiff, being around us is enough to make your panties wet. You understand the need not to gush to anyone else about how much you worship us, but your greatest hope is that the rest of the world will someday feel like you do."\n\n"Worship you," Kanna positively coos.\n\nYou make a mental note that, when you've gotten her alone, you should really do something about imprinting on her that all of that goes double for you and half for Ryoko, but that would be... undiplomatic at the moment. Instead you give Kanna a mental nudge to wake up. She blinks a few times, her eyes slowly clearing... then she looks back and forth between you and Ryoko and begins to blush, squirming a little in place. You allow yourself to smirk as you imagine the sudden gusher that must have gone off in her panties. "S-sensei... um, miss... um... h-hi! Is... is there anything I can do for you?"\n\n"Why yes, Kanna, there is," you answer smoothly. "You can get on your knees..." You lift up the front of your skirt and push down your panties, Ryoko doing the same thing with her hose, both of you allowing your long, thick cocks to spring free and wobble in the girl's general direction. "And suck our fat dicks, you little slut."\n\nHer eyes go wide and her lips part, looking like all the breath has been sucked from her body. She falls to her knees more than sinks to them, then leans forward, hesitantly, shaking hands coming up as if not really believing her eyes. Then she actually touches both cocks, and a shudder runs through her body along with a little whimper escaping her throat... you're fairly certain she just came a bit. Then she wraps her hands around both thick shafts and starts pumping them eagerly, sliding her mouth over the head of your cock and starting to suckle excitedly, her tongue washing over you.\n\n"Mmmm, you've had some practice at this, haven't you, you gyaru whore?" you coo affectionately, letting out a soft moan at the feeling of her experienced teenage tongue working on you.\n\n"Let us see your tits, slut," Ryoko adds in a somehow familiar purr, dark eyes flashing as Kanna quickly begins shimmying out of her jacket and then undoing her shirt, obviously trying to avoid taking her mouth off of your cock as much as possible while she does. When she's down to her bra she pulls back with a gasp, then turns her head and slips her glossy-painted lips over Ryoko's cockhead instead, bobbing her head while she reaches back to undo her bra. Once it's loose and she's tugged it off, she goes back to stroking both shafts, occasionally moaning in pleasure at being allowed to have your cocks in her mouth.\n\n"Not a single tan line on her," you say in a tone of mock sadness, shaking your head as you start undoing your own jacket. "Of all the lewdness." Soon you and Ryoko are both topless, fondling each other's massive tits and tugging at one another's thick nipples while Kanna takes turns at gulping down your dicks as far as she can. And it's quite impressive, really, she's really suppressing that gag reflex, managing to get those long, fat futa-fucksticks a good way down, even as her throat bulges up heavily, the heads having disappeared deep inside.\n\nEventually you yank her back, using her hair to haul her to her feet, the girl giving a squeal of pleasure at being treated so roughly by her object of worship. You shove her forward over the desk, flipping up her skirt negligently before grabbing her panties, yanking repeatedly until they tear off, Kanna lifting up onto her tiptoes as the crotch digs into her puffy, sodden cunt before they tear off. "Look at this perfectly tanned ass. Who have you been showing it off to, slut? The people at the beach or the tanning booth operator?" Just to punctuate the question, you give her round rear a good, firm slap, making her yowl and cum again.\n\n"B-both!" she admits with a whimper, shaking her ass at you wantonly.\n\n"Not a surprise. Well, now you'll show off your ass when and where I tell you to, pet," you coo as you divest yourself of your own skirt and panties. You stroke your stiff, saliva-slick prick as you step up behind her and rub the tip up and down along her slit. ... Hm, wait, wasn't there something...? Oh! Right, the whole reason you had to see Kanna today was that she's at her most fertile and ready to receive right now. If you fuck her pussy, you're almost certain to impregnate her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Knock her up.|HelenJP2x7]]\n\n[[Fuck her ass instead.|HelenJP4x1]]

Actually, that thought sounds just too good to resist. Directing yourself right to her entrance, you push in, feeling her tight teenage pussy spread around your fat futa cock, watching her hips buck and her body twitch with the unimaginable pleasure she must be feeling at being fucked by someone who's the equivalent of a deity to her. You grip her hips firmly and start working your own, thrusting in an inch at a time and barely drawing it back out before pumping back in. Soon you're pounding away at her, your hips slamming against her pert ass and your balls swinging up to slap against her waxed crotch, your massive tits bouncing and wobbling with your motions.\n\n"Mm, this is what you've always wanted, isn't it?" you half-purr, half-growl as you pound away at your student's pussy, occasionally giving your hips a shimmy to work that fat shaft around inside of her. "Someone to adore, who'd use you as a cocksleeve."\n\n"Fuck, fuck, yes, I'm your cocksleeve!" Kanna squeals eagerly, fucking herself back against you as much as she can, adding some force to the impact of her ass against your hips. (You're also grateful that most of the offices and schoolrooms in this building come with top-notch soundproofing.) \n\n"Well here's a treat for you, fucktoy," you reply with just a bit of a grunt as you start picking up speed, your own full ass bobbing in the air as you piston into Kanna's cunt. "I'm going to impregnate you with my child, how does that sound?" At her yowl of pleasure and the feeling of her pussy spasming around your dick in orgasm, you guess it sounds pretty good. "Mmm, that's right, gonna put a baby in you, probably some girl that'll grow up to be as much of a pretty little slut as you are, and then someday I'll plow her pussy just like I'm plowing yours and knock her up too, while you ride her face."\n\n"FUCK! Fuck, yes, I can't wait to have my own daughter's tongue in my cunt while you knock her up!" Kanna screams, eyes rolling up in her head, anything else that comes out of her mouth an incoherent, barely human torrent of pleasured nonsense as you shove forward and start filling her with a heavy load of cum. It's probably just your imagination, but you feel like you can actually sense her being knocked up by your seed as she quivers and bucks and drools under you, making your own orgasm all the more intense.\n\nAfter a few moments you pull out, leaving Kanna's pussy gaping and dripping cum. You move to take a seat in one of the chairs, stroking your cum-smeared cock as Ryoko moves in for very sloppy seconds, the black-haired woman giving you a droll look as her cock slides into Kanna's already well-fucked cunt. "My my, Patissier-sama, impregnating a student. Do you plan to do that to the entire female student body...?" she teases as she takes hold of Kanna's hips and starts pumping away more slowly, enjoying the half-conscious girl's moans as she slowly comes around from being fucked by one of her new idols.\n\n<hr>\n[[No, just this one.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Well... we'll see.|HelenJP]]

You have to admit the task ahead is daunting, and also that you aren't that eager to risk Katsuko's displeasure... someone to guide you closer to what she actually wants might be a good idea, as well as someone to help with the nitty-gritty of running a school, which you're going to have to take some time to learn.\n\n"Then, I'd be very pleased to accept the secretary you'd send over," you answer in a polite tone, which somehow winds up coming out borderline worshipful.\n\n"Certainly! I think you'll enjoy Ryoko, she's quite something. She will of course obey you in anything you do, but do listen to her advice, dear... she's <i>very</i> close to me and knows my wishes intimately, she won't steer you wrong. I'll check in on the both of you at the end of the month!" And with that, the line closes. ... Well then. You open up your administrative account and begin reviewing various files, trying to get a handle on your staff and student body... ahem.\n\nAbout half an hour later, you faintly hear Jun-san greet someone, and then a bit of a squawk of indignation. You blink and glance up... did they actually <i>throw</i> her out? Surely not, that would be far too much even for these people. But they do seem to have been rather insistent on her leaving. A moment later your office door opens and in strides a stunning woman who has made raven black as much her theme as Jun had brown, but makes it look striking rather than plain. Long, gleaming black hair that comes almost to her knees with two long forelocks over the shoulders, breasts and hips every bit as generous as yours, wearing an even more snug black suit jacket and shorter skirt in lustrous black, her long legs sheathed in almost opaque black pantyhose. Even her eyes are so dark they're almost black, gleaming as she smiles at you with so-dark-they're-almost, you guessed it, black red lips.\n\n"Patissier-sama, I am Ryoko. Just Ryoko, thank you. I've been sent by our Mistress to take over as your secretary. Shall we get to work?"\n\nYou suppress a sigh. Just as expected, she's here to be a manager as much as secretary. Oh well, you knew what you were in for when you opted for her. "Certainly," you say politely, locking your computer and turning away from it, folding your hands on the desk and looking at her attentively.\n\n"Our Mistress has a number of thoughts on what she believes would best promote individuality and free expression at this school, and thereby hoping to spread it through the next generation and all of Japanese society. First up, the school uniforms." Jun shifts the electronic tablet under one of her arms out and turns towards one of the walls, using the small built-in projector to put an image on the wall of faceless mannequins, the female one wearing a black jacket with white trim and a red plaid pleated short skirt, and the male one wearing a plain black jacket and pants, both with a small school emblem on the right breast. "Our Mistress feels these uniforms are dull and lifeless... they offer no ability to express individuality and little if any to express sexuality. She'd like you to eliminate the uniforms and allow students to wear what they like."\n\n<hr>\n[[Eliminate the uniforms.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Keep the uniforms.|HelenJP6x1]]\n\n[[Alter the uniforms.|HelenJP2x2]]

You consider for awhile, then shake your head. "Getting rid of the uniforms is too much of a change all at once, parents might start getting upset."\n\nRyoko raises a pencil-thin black brow. "Then you're not going to do as our Mistress wishes...?"\n\n"Our Mistress," you reply placidly. "Wanted the students to be able to express themselves, and probably wants them to show off a bit more. Allowing them to choose whatever they like to wear is just as likely to backfire on at least the second front." You consider for a moment, then nod. "We'll make some alterations to the girls' uniforms... thinner material for the jackets, more form-fitting, and we'll shorten the skirts a little. We'll find some excuses to get the students into more situations where they might put wear and tear on their uniforms... nature hikes, helping clean up around town, that sort of thing... and slip in the replacements as they buy them. If anyone notices the difference, we'll just say we've changed manufacturers and that must account for it. We'll also remove the restrictions on hair accessories, jewelry, and the types of legwear and undergarments they can wear. It's a bit more permissive, but since we're keeping the uniforms we should be able to get away with it."\n\n"I see." Ryoko looks thoughtful now, actually nodding a bit, before she prompts, "And the boys?"\n\n"We'll let them wear the uniform jackets how they please, and similarly remove the restrictions on accessories and jewelry." You consider, then smile a bit. "And no more banning boys from wearing makeup. I always thought that was a little sexist anyway."\n\n"Very good," Ryoko chirps, apparently quite pleased with your decision after all. "Now, the second matter our Mistress wished addressed was how detention is handled at this school. Currently any student who misbehaves is sent to a room after school where a teacher on duty that day reads one of several prepared scripts lecturing them on proper behavior."\n\nYou wince at the very thought of that dullness. It certainly seems like a punishment, but doesn't sound very effective, and is probably just as punishing for the teachers as well.\n\n"Our Mistress has suggested that detention be eliminated entirely, possibly replaced by mild scoldings at the time of infraction simply to keep the parents happy."\n\n<hr>\n[[Eliminate detention.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Alter detention.|HelenJP2x3]]

"Eliminating detention entirely seems like a bit much," you admit after some thought. "Individuality is important, but so is being able to discipline students who actually need it."\n\n"You're keeping the old detention, then?"\n\n"God no. I wouldn't even if I weren't making any other changes." You shake your head. "Instead, let's leave detention up to the teachers."\n\n"The teachers will decide?" Ryoko echoes a little dubiously.\n\n"Individuality can be taught by example as much as anything else," you point out. "If we want students to have freedom and develop as individuals, we have to give the ones who are teaching them some freedom and individuality as well. Let the teachers know that any infractions of the school rules are theirs to punish as they see fit, within reason of course... no canings or beatings or anything like that. They will have to administer the punishment themselves though, so if a teacher wants a student to have after school detention, they need to be ready to give up their afternoon to oversee it."\n\nRyoko looks thoughtful for a moment, then nods. "Fair enough, and something to build on as well. And certainly, the teachers in our inner circle will be quite delighted by this. Speaking of the staff and our 'acquaintences', that is the next item on the agenda. At least a third of the staff here is old and traditionalist, and most of the others follow their lead. Our Mistress was of the mind that you would announce a swathe of firings, replacing almost all of the teachers... with ones loyal to our ideals, of course. You would get some heat for this, no doubt, but it would likely blow over soon enough." Slowly, Ryoko's dark lips quirk up in a small smile. "But, I would guess that you have an alternative...?"\n\nYou'd certainly like one. You're not exactly eager to see the school staff flooded with more of Katsuko's agents... you'd have even less ability to make your own decisions, being reduced to little more than an advisory position on what should be done in a school that was supposedly going to become yours to run as you saw fit. Then again, it would mean even less work for you, and you have the feeling that you'd be able to make even grander, more sweeping changes after a fairly short period, as opposed to the gradual path you're on now.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the agents.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Alternative.|HelenJP2x4]]

Trying to shake off the dream, you stand up and make your way downstairs, hoping you don't look too much of a mess. Coming to the entryway, you unlock the door and swing it open. "Yes, can I help you?"\n\nStanding on your welcome mat is a rather striking looking woman. She looks a bit shorter than you, with long blonde hair that almost comes to her ankles in back, cut straight across her forehead... above her red eyes. Red eyes or not, her face is pretty, if a little stern-seeming just by the set of it. Her slender neck has a broad black ribbon choker wrapped around the middle of it and fastened with a raven-shaped silver clasp, and she's wearing a long-sleeved, thin, tight black shirt that scoops forward over her generous breasts, and a full-length black skirt. She looks at you with that flat, almost stern expression for several moments, before solemnly informing you, "Someone has broken eggs against your door."\n\nYou stare at her for a moment, until it somehow clicks... that's the voice of the headless horsewoman. Just... minus all the scary reverb. It takes your brain a few seconds to even try to catch up to the realization last night wasn't a dream, before you're kicked into gear. "Uh, yeah, some little bast-... um, yeah. Er, come in, please," you add, stepping back and gesturing ahead.\n\n"Thank you," the woman replies with a solemn nod, stepping past your threshold and continuing on through the hall as you close the door and hurry after her. She stops at the entry of your living room, red eyes scanning around, even upward to examine the ceiling, before she moves to the couch and primly sits, folding her hands on her lap. \n\n<hr>\n[[Offer her refreshments.|BuddyOct17x11]]\n\n[[Try to make conversation.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Be blunt.|BuddyOct]]

"Er, can I get you anything to eat or drink? I don't have a lot that's just ready to go, I'm afraid I just woke up, so..." You trail off, not sure what to offer some weird occult creature that looks like a (very attractive) woman when it invites itself over.\n\n"Whatever you have will be sufficient," she answers primly.\n\nNodding numbly, you head into the kitchen. Luckily you have some cookies left over from last night, so after making up a plate of those and taking out one of the chilled glasses to pour her some milk, you take them back into the living room and set them on the coffee table in front of her. She blinks a bit in apparent surprise, looking mildly dubious as she reaches forward and picks up one of the somewhat lumpy cookies. She eyes it briefly, then tucks part of it into her mouth... and you watch as those red eyes instantly light up with delight. Her expression is, if anything, "extremely mild shock", but her eyes definitely don't lie, and she rather quickly makes short work of the cookie. Then her pale cheeks color somewhat, and she clears her throat before picking up the glass and sipping it in very proper fashion. "Yes, this will do quite nicely."\n\nQuirking an eyebrow at that, you decide not to ask, instead settling into one of the chairs that faces the couch. "My name's Buddy, by the way."\n\n"I know. Ah, pardon me," she murmurs, as if worried that sounded rude, her fingertips briefly touching her pale pink lips. "That isn't a proper answer at all. Instead allow me to introduce myself in kind. I am Ciara. I am a Dullahan. I imagine you've not heard of them...?"\n\n"It sounds... vaguely familiar?" you murmur, frowning a little in thought. "I mean, I... I guess I kind of remember the thing about... y'know... your head not being attached...?" you venture a little worriedly.\n\n"It is attached enough at the moment, thank you," she replies in such a crisp tone that you think you might have bordered on being rude... or at least a sensitive subject. She clears her throat (is it just your imagination or is there a little extra noise when she does that?) and picks up another cookie. "But yes. There are a number of legends, but the truth is that I come to collect the souls of those who have failed to find rest for whatever reason, or those who have somehow eluded their fate through unnatural means. It's true, though, that those who see me are doomed to die..." She pauses, then adds, "When I am about my work in my armor. Your neighbor who was peering from behind their curtains at me a few minutes ago is fine."\n\n"There's a relief. I suppose," you add in a wry tone, unable to help grinning when her own lips quirk just a tiny bit. "You uh... you said you could keep me from being doomed, though?"\n\n"Whatever I may be I am still a knight, and it displeases me to think of repaying chivalry with ill fortune. So I will do my best to dispell your doom. That means I will need to remain near to you in this state for some time, until the doom gradually parts from you and returns to being part of my own aura."\n\n"Oh. Uh, by remain near me, you mean...?" You trail off.\n\n"I live here now, yes," she supplies evenly, finishing off her milk and subtly wiping a fingertip across her upper lip. "Please show me to my room."\n\n"Oh. Right. Uh..." You blink a few times, trying to think.\n\n<hr>\n[[The guest bedroom.|Ciara]]\n\n[[The pool house.|BuddyOct17x12]]\n\n[[Let her pick her room.|Ciara1x1]]

If you're going to have to put up with this weird... monster, fairy, ghost, whatever-she-is in your house, you admit that you kind of want it as far from you as possible. "Why don't you stay in the pool house?" you suggest.\n\n"The... pool house," she repeats, obviously slightly taken aback.\n\n"Yeah, it's furnished and everything so you should be pretty comfortable, and it should afford you some privacy and all," you explain, doing your best to spin this as a positive. "I mean it's basically like having your own little separate home here on the grounds!"\n\n"... Yes, well, I suppose," she acknowledges, still seeming rather dubious. All the same she follows you as you get up and head out into the back yard, past the pool itself and to the decently-sized building next to it. You open the sliding glass door for her and gesture her inside, and she steps in, once more looking a bit dubiously at the furnishings. You did outfit the place more for somewhere to get out of the sun and relax during pool parties than to be a proper living space, after all, so the furniture is mostly of the sort with cushions that can stand getting wet, and the mattress in the small bedroom is inflatable. "This is my abode, then?" she asks, turning to look at you.\n\n"You've got your own fridge and kitchenette and everything," you reply breezily, gesturing to the small area to the left of the entrance. "Right now it's just got beer and liquor in it, but we'll get you some food, and maybe some more comfortable furniture too, we can suit it more to your style. I mean, depending on how long you stay."\n\n"Yes. Well... I suppose that's acceptable," she allows after a few moments of silence. "It is a rather generous amount of living space for a guest to have all to themselves," she even adds after a moment. "I can bring in some of my own things as well, with your permission."\n\n"Consider this place all yours as long as you want it," you add with a smile, meaning it, since it certainly seems like a small price to pay in this situation.\n\nThat seems to completely mollify her, and she nods slowly (or maybe carefully). "Very well then, thank you. I will go about 'settling in'."\n\n"Enjoy," you answer, heading back to the main house. You stand in your living room for a moment, trying to absorb the fact that you now have a dullahan living in your pool house. Eventually you shake your head and go to shower and change. You're not really sure what to do about the current situation, so just best to continue being a polite host. Once you've gotten clean and into fresh clothes, you assemble a 'care package' of food and drinks from the kitchen and take it out to the pool house, Ciara thanking you politely and acknowledging your promises to bring her more after you go shopping tomorrow. You take a few of her requests down and head back to the house, and that's really about it for the rest of the day as the two of you keep to yourselves.\n\nAfter a light dinner as you still try to work through your befuddlement, you head upstairs and, for lack of any other way to settle your brain, decide to flop on the bed and take a short nap rather than properly preparing for sleep. When you wake up, you can see that it's about midnight again. Shaking your head, you get up and head over to the door to your balcony that looks out on the pool, not actually stepping out onto it but just taking a look, wondering if you're going to see the dullahan go thundering off to do her duty. The lights of the poolhouse are indeed on... you kind of wonder if she's already left and just doesn't mind about wasting your electricity. But after only a minute or so of watching, you see her appear at the doorway, sliding it open. But rather than wearing her armor, she's wearing a towel wrapped around her middle and held with one hand, her hair piled up behind her head in a loose bun. Curious, you watch as she pads barefoot over to the pool, stopping near the side of it before removing the towel.\n\nYour eyes widen a little at the sight of her naked body. Very pale, but smooth and milk-colored, without a single visible scar or vein, at least from here. Her nipples are such a pale pink that they practically blend into her large, soft-looking breasts, which wobble gently with her motions as she folds up the towel. You get a glimpse of her rear, which is also a little soft-looking, but very nicely-formed and round, as she turns and leans over a bit to set the towel on one of the lounge chairs. Then your jaw drops some as she straightens and raises her hands to the choker around her neck, the only bit of her clothing she's still wearing, and undoes it... then lifts her head off.\n\nThe top of her neck is just a flat gray plane... it's almost more like looking at a place in a videogame where a texture hasn't loaded than anything else. She takes a few steps over to the small table beside the lounge chair and sets her head down on it, then her body turns and pads back to the pool while her head watches impassively. Her body certainly doesn't seem to have any problems moving without her head attached, her motions just as graceful and prim as ever even as her bare breasts jiggle and sway as she steps to the side of the pool, then dives in.\n\nYou watch the headless body start to swim about in the gleaming aquamarine of the water, her pale, naked form almost glowing in the pool lights, making it seem even more ethereal and unearthly than the empty space above the neck would alone.\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep watching.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Go down.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Escape.|BuddyOct]]

Giving in to the desire coursing through your body, you yank off your t-shirt and shove down your panties, kicking out of them. Down to nothing but your socks and sneakers, you drop to all fours and crawl towards Tandy, panting needfully, your cock swaying under you with your motions. You make no attempts at technique or buildup, you just want that cock in your mouth now, and you wrap your lips around it and begin bobbing your head eagerly, working down hard and trying to force your throat open around the smooth, stiff length. Tandy apparently has no problems with your ambitions... indeed she rests a hand on the back of your head, and with the lightest shove pushes you down to hilt in your mouth, her balls resting against your chin and her shaft bulging out your throat. \n\nMoaning muffledly around her prick, you reach a hand down to your own cock, jerking yourself frantically as you fuck your mouth and throat on Tandy's stiff prick. Cooing, the blonde pulls down the front of her dress, spilling her huge tits free, starting to knead one with one hand. "Thaaat's right, feels so good to just give in, doesn't it?" she moans, tongue flicking along her lips as she looks down at you. "Over time you'll learn that giving in and letting yourself go wild is the best part of having control, mm?"\n\nYou don't know about that, all you know is that you want to fuck her, you want to be fucked by her. You wiggle your ass in the air, trying to fuck forward against your own hand as your cock throbs. Tandy moans loudly as you start sucking even more eagerly at her cock, squeezing her breast more firmly, a little squirt of white spurting out of her thick, puffy nipple. Letting her tongue loll out, she starts focusing on the area around her nipples, using both hands to milk more of it out. "Mmm, that's right, suck my cock, suck it all the way down, I'll give you the first load of cum that'll start turning you into a proper shemale slut-stud, darling..."\n\nYou're not given much time to figure out what that means before Tandy gives a sweet cry, her cock shuddering and starting to shoot thick gobs of cum almost directly down your throat. It seems to hit your stomach and start flowing outward in waves of pure pleasure, and your eyes roll up in your head as your own cock starts shooting thick blasts of white all over the floor. With every shudder of Tandy's cock that sends another splash of cum into your belly, your body changes a little bit more, your legs growing longer and curvier, your ass and hips rounding out with a layer of extra padding, your hair growing longer and wavier, the blue tips growing deeper and continuing to run halfway up your hair even as it falls around your shoulders almost to the floor.\n\nTugging you up and off of her cock, Tandy hauls you up to sit sprawled on the couch before sliding to the floor herself. She slides down, her tongue swirling around your balls, teasing them and sucking one into her mouth, lilac eyes focused on your face as she moves up to drag her tongue up the underside. But her oral attentions are apparently only in passing, as she slides further up and pushes your legs up. Her huge tits mash against your face, surrounding you in their perfectly firm-soft expanse even as you can feel her cock starting to push into your ass. Crying out in pleasure, you find one of her plump nipples sliding into your mouth, practically filling it up as you start sucking hard. Something thick and sweet like candy cream filling starts flowing across your tongue, making you gulp it down eagerly as Tandy starts pumping her cock hard and fast into your ass. With every swallow of Tandy's thick candy-milk, your own tits swell up, growing just a bit more with every gulp, bigger and bigger until they're pressing up against Tandy underneath her own, your slightly bent position meaning that your own cock is rubbing against the underside of your tits a bit.\n\nWhen Tandy finally thrusts deep into you and starts filling you with her load, your own cock goes off again, spattering thick cum against the undersides of your breasts, even up between them to get on Tandy's. Cooing, the blonde slides down, slipping out of your ass as her tits press against yours and then wobble beneath them, then back up, smearing the cum all over both sets of massive mammaries. Slipping back a little, she releases your legs, allowing you to sit down properly before turning to face away from you. She slowly lowers herself down, with you wasting no time in aiming your cock at her pucker, the blonde moaning loudly as your cum-smeared prick pushes open her tight ass.\n\n"Ohhhh fuuuuck," you groan loudly, any questions about whether this was the right thing to do disappearing at the feel of that hot little hole squeezing all around you. Tandy works and rolls her hips around as she gradually settles down on you, her balls resting against yours as her full, round ass presses into your lap. Then she begins riding you, fast and hard without a care for buildup, the shop owner squealing delightedly as her tits and cock bounce with her motions. Your own enlarged tits shake with the impact of her ass against your hips, your hands squeezing her round hips and yanking her against you all the harder. It doesn't take all that long before you're yanking Tandy down on your lap, spurting another thick load, this time deep into her ass, Tandy moaning and firing her own load forward, enough of it hitting the teaset that one of the cups winds up half-full of her cum.\n\nAfter that the two of you sixty-nine, fat tits pressing against each others' bellies as you gulp down one another's fat cock and play with the other's balls. Then you ride Tandy's cock cowgirl style, leaning forward with your hands on her tits, kneading and milking them so that they're already covered in white goo even before you add another thick load of jizz to them. Then Tandy lays you on your back on the couch and fucks your throat, her balls slapping against your face as she kneads one of your fat tits with one hand while jerking your cock off with the other. That and a dozen other enthusiastic, tireless positions and perversions before you finally sink into exhaustion and pass out.\n\nWhen you come to you find yourself laying on the couch, surprisingly clean considering you don't exactly recall going to shower before falling asleep. Blinking, you sit up and look down at yourself, staring at the state of your body without the haze of lust clouding your mind. You look... older, with a body built for sin and big fat tits to go with your big fat cock. You pull some of your hair over your shoulder to look at it. "... Well this part's awesome," you note without hesitation.\n\nAbout that time the door at the back of the lounge opens and a new person walks in. She has pale hair, rather short and heavily rumpled, as well as pale eyes and pale skin, albeit in different shades, her eyes almost silver and her skin almost porcelain. She's wearing an off-the-shoulder sleeveless white shirt that hugs up against her own pair of large tits, and a snug, shiny black miniskirt. "Hey," she says, her voice rather monotone. "Now that you're awake, Tandy wants to talk to you. So come on back when you're ready." She pauses, then points at her own face, adding in the same lackluster tone, "I'm Mandy, by the way. The assistant."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with Mandy.|GGCandy5x6]]\n\n[[Rape Mandy.|GGCandy]]

After several more rounds you flop out to take a brief rest, closing your eyes and letting a contented smile curl your lips... only to be distracted by a sound. ... Crying? You blink your eyes open and sit up some, looking at Mallory who's sitting on the side of the bed, face in his hands as his shoulders shake. Hurrying to sit up, you scoot over beside him, putting your arms around him. "Mallory, what's wrong?"\n\nThat only seems to make it worse for a moment, his bawling increasing in intensity even as his tail wraps around him. Then he yanks his hands down and thumps them against his lap. "Y-you idiot!" he gasps through his tears. "You jerk! You made me fall in love with you!"\n\nThe confession stuns you, leaving you frozen in place for the moment. That's the first time anyone who wasn't a family member has ever said they love you, let alone that they're in love with you. Then you smile brightly, squeezing your arms around him tighter. "Mallory, I love you too!"\n\n"Oh noooooooooooooooo!" he wails, clutching the sides of his head, his tail squeezing around you and wriggling as if in happiness despite his apparent despair. "That just makes it <i>worse</i>!"\n\n"Why?" You rest your head on his shoulder, peering at him through your lashes, mouth taking on a worried set. "What's wrong? Why is that a bad thing?"\n\nHe sniffles, wiping a hand across his face. "Demons aren't supposed to fall in love. Especially not with mortals. If some other demon knew, it would give them a way to strike at me."\n\n"By threatening me?"\n\n"No... well, yes, that too." He winces, as if that hadn't even occurred to him, the thought obviously making him draw further in on himself. "But it's a magic thing too... the fact that we don't have those feelings, normally, provides us with a kind of shield from some enchantments. It's like having a big hole in your armor to be in love."\n\n"You're saying demons never fall in love?" you ask, voice quiet and sad.\n\n"Well obviously we <i>do</i>, idiot," he grumps, even as he drapes his arms around you and hugs you closer to him. "Just that it's like counting down to doom if anyone finds out about it. And if I keep coming here from my plane, someone will find out about it, and that's pretty much it for me, I'll wind up dead or someone's thrall or even worse."\n\nA shiver of fear runs through you at the thought of something happening to Mallory, and you squeeze him more tightly as well. "What can we do?"\n\n"Dunno... just dunno," he sniffles, leaning his head on yours.\n\n<hr>\n[[He should become human.|QOInc]]\n\n[[You should become a demon.|QOInc2x5]]\n\n[[You'll have to never see each other again.|QOInc]]

You stand in your alcove, unmoving. The screens in your hood play a constant stream of flashes of your owner's body, of her fucking you and using other sex toys, constantly reminding you of what you are. Not that you really need it, you haven't had an actual thought in years.\n\nThe feed abruptly cuts off, leaving you briefly in darkness before the panel door of your alcove slides aside, revealing your owner's office. You step out and move towards her desk, where she is sitting doing paperwork. Quite familiar with what's expected, you move towards her. Almost your entire body is covered in a layer of shiny black rubber, the only exceptions being directly around your mouth and a tiny hole around your asshole. Your pussy, completely unused, is hugged by the permanently-applied rubber layer, as smooth and black as the rest... well, except for the clear window on your lower back displaying the silver star embedded in your skin. The high heels built into your suit clack on the floor, making your immense goo-filled tits wobble a bit, each one easily twice the size of your head.\n\nStill, you have done this hundreds of times and between practice and programming, you effortlessly get to hands and knees and crawl beneath the desk. Without disturbing your owner, you push up her skirt and pull down her panties, freeing her cock. You go to work, sucking at the sides and licking up the head, unhesitatingly deep-throating it, worshiping it with all the devotion a piece of property should show to the one that owns it.\n\nYou continue to tirelessly suck and deepthroat your owner's cock for the next five hours. Never once does she look down at you or even acknowledge your presence, other than for her cock to several times fire thick ropes of cum down your throat. But then, why would she? As well acknowledge the air conditioner, or the chair.\n\nEventually your owner tugs her cock out of your mouth, absentmindedly fixing her panties and skirt as she shuts down for the day, then without a backward glance collects her briefcase and heads out of the office. You turn and crawl out from under the desk, rising to stand and then walking back into your alcove, turning to face outward so you can be ready the next time she wants to use you. The door slides closed, and once again the constant videos of yourself and other sex toys being used begins to play.\n\nSome might think it would be a boring life. But those people make the mistake of thinking. And being people.\n\n<b>Cyan the Bounty Hunter</b> end - <i>Objectification in space</i>

... Oh, right. It's not just people who need fresh water, you remember as you look around the area hoping to see any other survivors. Animals need fresh water too... including the big predators you've so far not seen any sign of. But if you were going to run into one, it would probably be here, yeah? \n\nSo you take a good long time staring into the grass, bushes, and trees around the edge of the pool, trying to spot any telltale signs of a lingering big cat or snake or whatever else might inhabit a jungle. Eventually satisfied that there's nothing there, you move forward out of the treeline and onto the banks of the pond, kneeling down and quickly scooping up some of the water. Oh, it tastes so good! It's even pleasantly cool! After a moment you can't quite help yourself and plant your hands on the ground, leaning forward to put your mouth right in the water to gulp at it.\n\nSomething abruptly pokes your jutted-out and defenseless pussy, and with a yelp you leap forward in reaction, winding up splashing in the water. Spluttering and gasping, you manage to roll onto your back and sit up, eyes wild as you look for the perpetrator... only to see a giggling, brown-skinned form holding a spear, one hand over its mouth.\n\n"Jesus, Mikori!" you shout in frustration, swinging a hand through the water to send a splash at your fellow cheerleader.\n\n"Sorry, couldn't resist." Mikori grins impishly at you, winking one of her red eyes. She's released her usual quad-tails style in favor of a single long ponytail, perhaps wanting to simplify it. She's also completely naked, pert breasts with dark nipples as bare as her smooth crotch, her skin having a light sheen of what you assume is sweat. "You did good checking for predators, but you forgot what I said about putting yourself in a vulnerable position while drinking."\n\nYou blink a few times, suddenly recalling that it was, indeed, Mikori who gave you and a few of the others some survival tips one day. You get to your feet, a little mollified at that memory, and step out of the pond. "Mikori, have you seen anyone else? Where are we? And why are you naked?"\n\n"Starting with the bookends, no, not yet, and because my uniform got pretty shredded in the crash and was soaked with seawater besides, I washed it out and hung it up to dry nearby. I spotted you and hid a bit, just to see what you'd do."\n\nSighing at your squadmate's penchant for mischief, even in this sort of situation, you press on. "I barely even remember what happened."\n\n"I feel mixed up too, which is kind of weird, I don't think I've been hit on the head," Mikori answers with a frown. "But I remember there was a storm, and this flash of purple lightning that I think hit the tail of the plane. Then we dropped, and I woke up here. As to where this is... it's definitely not normal."\n\n<hr>\n[["Psh, tell me about it!"|SKMI]]\n\n[["Wait, what do you mean?"|SKMI1x3]]

"Wait a second, I knew this was weird because we weren't passing over the ocean, but you sound like you mean something more specific," you say with a frown. "How exactly do you mean, 'weird'?"\n\nMikori hesitates, then beckons you to follow her, pert brown butt flexing lightly as she trots off towards another side of the pond. You follow her over to a bush where she's laid out what's left of her uniform... her sports bra, the tattered skirt (which looks more like a loincloth once she's got it on), and the baggy socks which she's turned into a pair of arm wraps. Picking up her improvised spear, she turns back to you. "Okay, so, first of all, this looks like a typical jungle, right?"\n\n"Yeah, I guess?" you answer, glancing around.\n\n"Except nuh-uh. I've done a lot of traveling with my parents, and hiking through remote places is a thing we do. That..." She says, pointing to one of the plants. "Is native to the Caribbean. This bush, though, that's seen most often in Hawaii, same with a lot of the flowers I've seen. Oh, except for the Japanese lily growing up there," she adds, turning and pointing her spear partway up the cliff the waterfall's cascading down. "Which doesn't even count all the stuff I can't identify."\n\nYou open and close your mouth, then take a look around. Obviously you don't have Mikori's experience, but now that she says it you do notice that some of the greenery doesn't seem to quite... match.\n\n"It's not just the plants, I've seen birds from two different continents and three different islands, an iguana, and what I'm pretty sure was a kangaroo mouse," Mikori continues, shaking her head. "There's a blackberry bush I've been eating from, right underneath a coconut tree."\n\n"Are you saying this place is... what, artificial? Someone made it and stocked it with a bunch of things that don't belong together?" you ask, frowning deeper.\n\nMikori opens her mouth, hesitates again, then shrugs. "I'm honestly not sure. There's more weirdness that I've noticed, but... you should probably hear it later, after you've had some time to rest and calm down. I've found what I think would be a good place to take shelter, we should go there and spend the night. In the morning we can talk about it a bit more."\n\n<hr>\n[[Defer to Mikori's experience.|SKMI]]\n\n[[Demand an explanation now.|SKMI]]\n\n[[Insist on looking for the others.|SKMI]]

That's right, you can't do much of anything or survive for very long without finding fresh water. It's way too hot out here and you've been submerged in salt water... even if rescue only takes a day or so, you might die without something to drink. Plus hopefully other people will realize the same thing... you might find someone else who survived there too!\n\nYou approach the jungle, hesitating a little bit at the dimness under the canopy of the trees. But you doubt you'll find anything right on the beach, and even if you could, staying out under that sun will just dry you out faster. Taking a deep breath and squaring your shoulders, you set off into the jungle, trying not to pay attention to your wet skirt brushing against your bare ass as you do.\n\nLuckily, 'dim' is about as bad as it gets... the trees don't grow thickly enough to blot out all the sunshine. But otherwise it really is just like the jungles you've seen on TV... there's the sound of birds, the buzzing of insects (oh please no mosquitos), but luckily no roars or anything like that to indicate predators. You keep a wary eye out both above and below for snakes, at least as well as you're able. But some time after the dull roar of the ocean has faded, you hear another steady, crushing drone of water. 'A waterfall?' turning to adjust your course, you soon spy the source of the sound through the trees.\n\nYeah, that's a waterfall alright! Very pretty one, crashing down over several stone landings to pour into a large, rippling pool that snakes off several little streams through the jungle. You sigh in relief at the sight of not only what smells like fresh water, but clear and flowing fresh water, since you recall those as being important too.\n\n<hr>\n[[There was one other thing to remember, wasn't there?|SKMI1x2]]\n\n[[Soooo thirstyyyy!|SKMI]]

"... Okay," you say with a sigh, letting your head hang forward a little. Kuro did say you'd be able to choose your own ninja name someday, you guess until then you'll just have to put up with being known as 'Chisai'. \n\n"Hm, good job." Mei winks one of her pretty lilac eyes, grinning broadly. "That was your very first test. Part of being a Dancer is sometimes knowing when <i>not</i> to make a scene, and you just passed. I think you'll be choosing your own name soon enough. C'mon in, I'll introduce you to your fellow students."\n\nYou force your gaze not to wander down to her half-bare ass as she turns and sashays on in through the gates and across the yard. "Are there a lot of other students?"\n\n"It varies. Sometimes people just dabble in a bit of Dancing to enhance their other ninja skills, so they'll come to train for awhile and then leave. There's about two dozen full-time Dancer students right now, but a lot of them don't manage to stand out... which is a big part of what we do. The ones I'm going to introduce you to now are the real stand-outs of their particular Dancer styles, basically the heads of their classes. They're not actually teachers, but if you build a good rapport with them, they'll teach you a lot! Getting along with your fellow students is even more key than getting along with your teachers, I feel," she asserts with a bob of the head (and the boobs).\n\nShe shows you inside a sort of lobby area that doesn't exactly dissuade you from thinking this place seems more like a slightly tacky but expensive hotel, considering all the furniture and vases and paintings on the walls and their stand-out, attention-grabbing nature. Standing in various poses, easy but also obviously crafted to convey their style, are multiple teens who all look about your age or maybe a few years older at most. \n\n"Alright, everyone!" Mei calls, clapping her hands. (*bwoin*) "This is our new student, Chisai. Since he's obviously going to stand out just on account of being an outsider and 'transer student', he's already got a lot of potential, and I want all of you to build a good relationship with him! Now, Chisai-kun," she continues, stepping over to a lean, energetic-seeming young man with spiky, bright blue hair, a tight sleeveless lightning blue-purple shirt and baggy darker blue pants, a big grin on his face that draws attention to the Egyptian-style markings around his silver eyes. "This is Hoshi, he's our top student in Rascal Style, the art of never doing what's expected, taking crazy risks, and trying weird solutions."\n\n"Hiya! Looking forward to getting wild with ya!" Hoshi chirps, giving you a jaunty salute.\n\n"And this is Cherry," Mei continues, gesturing to a short, fairly petite girl wearing chest-wrappings under a bright red vest, black pants, and what looks like a white hoodie with the sleeves tied around her waist. She's got her arms folded over her chest and has her pink eyes narrowed at you, the color matching her shoulder-length pink hair. "She's our best student in the Anger Style, the art of using over-the-top reactions to push your power, of striking hard and fast unexpectedly, and relentlessly pursuing a goal."\n\n"Don't get out of line with me, idiot, or I'll break your face!" she huffs. Somehow you're reminded intensely of Kuro.\n\n"This is Yaseinu," Mei continues, gesturing to a tall, lean girl with surprisingly understated colors all over, considering what you've seen so far. Her hair is fairly short and thoroughly rumpled, black with little patches of grey despite her obvious youth, with brilliant blue eyes, a white sleeveless silk top, and baggy black pants, her feet bare instead of the tabi socks or sandals most of the others are wearing. "She's the best at Destroyer Style among all the students, which is the specialty of always going all-out, refusing to be defeated no matter your injuries, and always displaying overwhelming strength."\n\n"Mm," Yaseinu greets, simply giving you a dignified nod. Huh, you suppose even understated reactions can be a stand-out style when you do them right.\n\n"This cutie is Hikari," Mei continues, grinning as she reaches out to give the fourth student's cheek a pinch, Hikari squealing and giggling. Her pink hair is brighter than Cherry's, almost the same color as Mei's ninja outfit, and hangs down her back in a long, straight wave to where it's tied at the bottom with a tie that has an attached pair of bells. She's wearing a netting bodysuit, with a purple and pink hooded vest zipped up over front of it up top (and hugging over boobs that aren't quite as impressive as Mei's but are getting there), and fairly modest black bikini-style bottoms worn down below, with high black tabi boots on her feet. "Hikari is a prodigy of Energy Style, which is all about, well, high energy. It's about keeping your spirit up, persevering through sheer force of will, and channeling your soul into your attacks!"\n\n"Hiiii!" Hikari chirps, raising a hand to wave. "Let's have lots of fun together, okay?!"\n\nYou can't help but grin and wave back at her, even as Mei gestures to the last of the students who's standing off to the side. She's wearing a sort of black poncho-like garment, obscuring much of what she's wearing beneath, though you can see that her legs are sheathed in red tights below something else black. The hood of the thing is pulled up and forward, just a few bits of black hair falling over her forehead and partially obscuring her eyes, her pale face turned downward. "And last but not least, that's Sasuko, who-"\n\nThe girl interrupts by raising her head and walking over towards you, stopping when her nose is almost touching yours and glaring into your eyes. You start a little as you realize that hers are red, and the pupils are X-shaped, like a pair of slashes amidst the color. "Don't bother getting to know me," she says in an utter monotone that still somehow manages to convey contempt. "Your existence doesn't matter in the least to me, and I want to be troubled by it as little as possible." Then she slides past, making sure to thud her shoulder against yours just enough to make it clear that it was intentional as she heads out the door.\n\n"Eheh." Mei gives a rueful grin and shakes her head as the other students give their own reactions, ranging from looking upward and rubbing the back of their heads to pouting and squirming. "Sasuko is the generation's leading genius at the Gloom Style... taking all your pain, misery, and other negative feelings and channeling them into power, persistance, and harnessing dangerous techniques. So don't take it personally, it's just her path of shinobi. ... Partly." She shrugs grandly, making her tits wobble, then declares, "But I guess she's missing out on the celebration dinner!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Time to eat! Again.|RunNinja]]

There's definitely way too much going on in there right now. You glance around the passageway, and find a nice little alcove where the torchlight doesn't reach. Backing into it, you settle down, hoping to wait out the kitchen staff. Surely they won't be cooking <i>all</i> night?\n\nThough it certainly seems like they might be, as you wait and wait. At least watching the <strike>p</strike>big chef snap at his subordinates is kind of entertaining in its own way, a bit like some reality show. Though you certainly get more than you bargained for when one of the men drops a large tray with a roast goose on it, and the chef wheels on him, snapping out "You <i>donkey</i>!"\n\nThe servant immediately gives a frightened bray... literally, the sound that comes out of him not human in the least. His eyes widen as his face pushes outward, starting to take on the appearance of a muzzle, while the rest of his body bulges, especially around the middle, the clasps of his shirt snapping off as his chest and stomach bloat and take on a rounder, more barrel-like shape. His pants rip as his hips and ass grow, the man dropping forward onto all fours as his legs change shape, dropping him forward onto arms that have also shifted, fingers melding together and nails growing thick and black. He brays in fear as greyish fur spreads across his skin and his ears stretch and elongate, tapering to points above his head as his black hair grows into a ridge of mane running down his lengthening neck. In mere moments, he's become an actual donkey, which one of the other servants walks over to and fastens bit and bridle on, leading him away out of the kitchen.\n\nWell. That would seem to settle the question of whether there's magic going on. You sit quietly in shock as the normal function of the kitchen resumes, as if this were something that happened all the time.\n\nEventually, another servant enters from the doorway the donkeyfied one was led through. "Chef, the fresh meat has been unloaded from the boat."\n\n"Hmph. Chicken," the chef grunts, thunking his massive knife into the wooden block and walking away from it. "Probably all too stringy like last year."\n\nThe rest of the servants go around setting things aside and generally getting the kitchen tidied up a bit, then follow after their leader through the door. You wait a few minutes, but it doesn't sound like any of them will be coming back anytime soon. Slowly you creep out of your little alcove and into the kitchen proper, walking over to the place where the transformation occured. There's not exactly a ton of evidence, but you do see some scuff marks that conform to where his hooves moved, just to help confirm you didn't imagine the whole thing. So yeah, definitely some next-level shit going on. Speaking of which...\n\nYou head over to the rack of bubbling bottles, eyeing the labels beneath each little nook. They're in Chinese, as might be expected, but luckily you know a fair bit of the language. You admit to some disappointment over the fact that all of them you read seem to have pretty mundane names, despite their appearance... they appear to be flavorings or extracts, to judge by the labels. So they're really nothing more than standard cooking ingredients, despite the odd appearance? Well, you guess if you had magic, you'd probably use it for some fairly mundane stuff too.\n\nAfter a moment you notice the smell. At first you'd just thought it was a normal kitchen smell, but the longer you stand there the more intense it gets. No, it definitely has to be coming from the bottles... they smell like what they're labeled as, and it's seeping into your nose and mouth in a way that's almost literally intoxicating. Your mouth feels a strange mixture of dry and watering as you pick out all the different scents... they're almost sexual in the way they stoke your senses.\n\nYou have to drink one. You have to! Just... which one?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Essence of Beef.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Essence of Chicken.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Essence of Pork.|HellKore]]

"I think I'd like to study under Mei," you say after a few moments of thought, trying not to sound too excited. Look you're a fifteen-year-old boy, it's still okay to think shows with brightly-clad ninjas shouting attack names and using huge showy energy blasts is cool, alright?\n\n"I can't say I'm <i>too</i> terribly surprised," Miyako says with a chuckle. "You are at the right age for all that flashy business to seem quite irresistable. Still, it's one of our paths of shinobi, and as valid as any other, and I wish you well on it." She turns her head slightly and raises her voice. "Kuro! Please take our new arrival over to the Dancer Dojo!"\n\n"Hai," comes the somewhat sulky-sounding response.\n\n"Well then, I'm sure we'll see each other again sometime," Miyako says with a smile and a nod. "Someone will have handed Kuro a shirt for you to wear, so just follow her over."\n\nYou nod, clambering to your feet and walking out of the room. Standing outside is a girl a little older than you, with very pretty Asian features only highlighted by her dark tan skin and dual-colored eyes, one hazel and one red. She's wearing a red-trimmed black 'girl ninja' outfit with netting shorts, and her hair has been braided and draped over her left shoulder. She gives you an annoyed look, but nods in acknowledgement. "I'll take you over to the Dancer Dojo now," she notes a bit flatly, handing you a folded square of red cloth. \n\nYou accept the bright red shirt with sparkly blue embroidery trim and shrug into it, messing with the sash a bit before realizing it's meant to be worn long with tails streaming partway down your leg. Then you nod. "Nice to meet you, Kuro. I'm-"\n\nYou blink as she holds up a hand, but then explains, "Don't bother with your outside name. Those who aren't born into the village discard their names from before and take a new shinobi name. Your new sensei will probably give you one while you're training, and then you'll be allowed to choose your own when you're acknowledged as truly having become a ninja in your own right."\n\n"Oh." You blink and nod. "Okay then. Thanks."\n\n"Yeah, whatever," she huffs, then turns and leads you off down the dirt road. The ninja village is... actually pretty big, you think as you look around. More like a ninja town, pretty much, even if all the style of it does look like a period piece. There are plenty of people walking around, either wearing variations on ninja outfits or some style of old-school Japanese clothing. However, when you approach the Dancer Dojo, you know it pretty much immediately. It's done up in bright reds and golds, with elaborate carvings of dragons and such along the gate edges. It looks more like a casino or theater or night club or something. Of course you're rather distracted from that when you see the person waiting outside the front gates, your jaw dropping.\n\nShe's got bright red hair pulled back in a long, kunoichi-style ponytail that comes almost to her full round butt. And if you thought Miyako's chest was impressive, this woman absolutely blows her way, each breast easily larger than her head. They could just barely be considered covered by a ninja-top that's basically just two almost day-glo pink straps of cloth going from behind her neck down over the middle of her breasts, leaving both the outer and inner curves of them bare, tied around her waist with a thin white sash that has long tails in back, the top dropping down in front and back as a rather short loincloth. Her hips are almost completely bare, save for the teeny, tiny black strings of her panties, her ankles and wrists covered by matching day-glo pink guards and spats.\n\n"Hey there!" she calls cheerfully, waving a hand and making those immense, yet surprisingly perky and energetic, tits wobble all over the place, making it seem impossible that they don't come tumbling right out of her top. "Nice to see you, Kuro!"\n\n"Y-yeah, thanks Mei-sensei," Kuro near-grumbles, her cheeks turning penny-colored as she glances away and folds her arms over her own C-cups. "Um. Brought you your new student. ... Bye." Then she goes scurrying off, disappearing around the nearest corner.\n\nThe apparent master of the dojo giggles some, placing metallic red painted fingernails to her shiny, glossy pink lips. "Silly girl, she has nothing to be embarrassed about. Those are perfectly nice for an Unseen. Hi there, new boy!"\n\n"Um... hi... Master," you answer, blushing solid red as you fight not to stare at either those immense tits or her practically bare curvy hips or... well, anything.\n\n"Just 'Mei-sensei' is fine," she answers with another little giggle, walking over and leaning forward towards you, those huge, bobbling breasts dropping down right in front of your face as if daring you to stare. "Hmmm, you're a little shrimpy, but cute," she says with a grin, reaching out to ruffle your hair as you squirm in several different kinds of embarrassment. "You're like a fresh little pocket-sized new student! Ahahaha, that's it, that's what I'll call you!" she declares as she straightens up, laying a finger along her cheek. "'Chisai-kun'! Pocket-size!"\n\n<hr>\n[[No way!|RunNinja]]\n\n[[... Fine.|RunNinja2x2]]

Sighing, you step back outside of the dressing room, sliding the door closed. Then you clear your throat and raise your voice. "Nanako-san!"\n\nThere's a distant, muffled yelp and some splashing, before you hear her call back, "WHAT?! Hey, don't come in here, pervert weirdo foreigner!"\n\n"I didn't," you call back, rolling your eyes. "I'm outside the dressing room."\n\n"O-oh."\n\n"It's after nine, I'd like to take a bath. I'll wait in the lobby until you're done."\n\n"Well... fine!" she snaps back.\n\nShaking your head, you make your way back into the lobby and settle onto the couch, resting your own toiletries on the table. It's still another fifteen minutes or so before Nanako appears from down the hall, skin flushed and still a bit damp, but all her clothes in place, her bath bucket tucked against her side. "You're such an inconvenience, you know!" she declares, frowning and pointing at you again with her free hand. "Before you got here I could stay in all night if I wanted, because I went last!"\n\n"Don't you get wrinkled fingertips if you do that?" you ask naturally enough... before grinning and raising your hands, wiggling your fingers. "You know, I hear if you do that too much, the wrinkles spread to other parts of your body and become permanent."\n\n"E-ehhhhhh?!" Nanako draws back, her expression horrified. "N-no way! That's not true at all! ... I'm checking the internet!" she squeaks, racing off upstairs.\n\nChuckling, you gather up your things and head back to the dressing room, secure in the fact that she should be furiously browsing factchecking sites for awhile and leave you alone for the rest of the night. You undress, somewhat sloppily folding your clothes and setting them on the shelf, then get cleaned up under one of the bare-bones showerheads. Not the greatest shower, but then you suppose it's not meant to be, and should be more than made up for by the soak to come. Snagging a towel from the pile and wrapping it around your waist, you head out into the hot springs.\n\nThe springs themselves are a mostly rocky area, though parts of it have obviously been tiled for safety. There are several smaller pools, but the main one is large and doing the majority of the steaming, with a near-pillar of shiny stone rising from the center, surrounded by a handful of shorter, flat-topped boulders rising a few inches out of the water, effectively making a sort of circular bench around the central pillar. Around the sides of the area are tall wooden walls, with a shorter one in back so that the view of the treetops isn't blocked out. And of course, there are visible room windows and balconies around. \n\nYou step into the water and almost hop right back out, but manage to make yourself not flinch from the heat, instead slowly wading in up to your waist. The air around you is a bit cold, but with the steam rising off the water and your body being heated by it, it's definitely not too bad. You wade towards the center, then sink in up to your shoulders, sitting back against one of the short boulders and closing your eyes. Oh yeah, this is definitely pretty great.\n\nA minute later, you get the distinct feeling someone's watching you. You peek an eye open, glancing towards the balconies and windows. Could one of the girls be...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, you can see someone watching you.|Austin]]\n\n[[Nah, just your imagination.|Austin]]

Maybe you're just a little paranoid, but something tells you to double-check the situation before making any assumptions. You do a brief stroll through the dressing area... and quickly spot one of the cubbies with a stylish pink plastic basket stuffed with bath products resting at the bottom of it, and a stack of clothes folded on the shelf.\n\nEven if the time weren't enough of a clue, you can fairly easily spot Nanako's shirt and skirt resting on the shelf... as well as her thigh-highs folded beside them. And her panties laying on top of the stack. They're pretty much the most stereotypical white cotton things that could be imagined, though you suppose there's no way to know if they have a cute animal on the butt like you've heard some Japanese girls like to wear well into their teens.\n\nAnyway, this confirms it, Nanako's still in there. You glance at your cellphone... it's 9:15, well past when she should've come out. \n\n<hr>\n[[Confront her.|Austin]]\n\n[[Step outside and call out.|Austin2x9]]\n\n[[Steal her panties.|Austin]]

Striking another Worldland employee should be practically impossible with the layers of subliminal programming they put in you. \n\nIt's actually not that hard.\n\nYour fist slams into Maiko's cheek with an audible crack, her visible eye going wide and then unfocused in the same instant as she's spun out of her chair and thuds heavily to the ground. You glower at her long enough to see that her chest is moving, then take a glance around. No alarms, so no one's actively watching the room. Well, you've resolved yourself to doing something, now it's just a question of what.\n\nYour eyes fall on the Digitizer, then on the currently unmanned control board. Then they slowly turn towards the unconscious woman. Clenching your jaw, you give a single nod to yourself before grabbing her up and carrying her towards the white X on the floor.\n\nSeveral minutes later, Maiko groans and shifts in place. She turns her head and spits out several bloody teeth, then struggles to focus her eyes on you, face showing alarm as she sees you typing away quickly at her console. "Whu... whuh uh you doin'?" she asks around swollen gums, turning herself over heavily and trying to push herself up.\n\n"I'm adjusting your viewpoint," you answer without looking at her, your gaze still focused on the board as you type. "See, you made a mistake, Maiko. When you programmed in the memories of the Senshi, you were thinking we're just some cute magical girl show about defending the Earth from bad guys. You forgot, Sailor Moon can get pretty dark sometimes, just as dark as any pragmatism you were pushing. We aren't perfect heroes who never do anything the least bit shady or immoral, we're <i>soldiers</i>." You raise your head to glare at her. "And we'll do nearly anything to save the ones we love. But you make it about saving our Princess... and we'll violate any other beliefs we have, anything else we think is right, to bring her home. You're about to understand that."\n\n"Whu? NO!" she yelps, thrusting out a hand as the Digitizer fires, the beam striking her and feezing her in that position. You watch as her purple-haired, labcoat-clad form is reduced to faded colors and pixels of it flash at high speed into the glowing arperture. You quickly shift the template, ruthlessly directing the new implanted memories to be many times stronger and more prevalent than the old ones. Then you hit 'Reintegrate', watching as the Digitizer creates an almost orb shape where Maiko had been, the general shape gradually taking on the detail of glorious, almost glowing white feathers, massive wings folded over themselves.\n\nAs the gridlines disappear, the wings sweep apart with a sound like a flock of doves taking to the sky, several of them drifting elegantly through the air, a pure and holy light shining almost blindingly from the elegantly-posed figure in the center, long legs arranged just so, one hand to her chin and the other on her elbow.\n\n"My guardian deity is a planet with a sea of sand... the soldier of embrace... Sailor Neptune!"\n\nSailor Neptune smiles a bit, though the expression is still somehow quite serious as she steps down from the dais, her angelic wings giving a small flap and drawing in closer to her back.\n\n"What's our next move?"\n\n"Upgrade me," you answer bluntly, moving out from around the console and stalking towards the dais yourself. "Then start by picking yourself a Haruka. We've got more Senshi to make and not a lot of time."\n\n<hr>\n[[Not a lot of time later...|HLSenshi4x9]]

You grit your teeth in agony, tears streaming into the rain striking your face as you look at the already bending pole and at the encroaching hordes. You look down at Sailor Mars, and whisper, "I'll be back. I won't abandon you!"\n\n"I know you won't. I love you," she whispers, right before she lets go of your hand.\n\nYou scream as if you'd just watched your own arm be torn off as she's yanked through the air and thuds to the ground, the ribbons wrapping around her entire body mummy-stlye, leaving only her curves visible. The sky above you splits and tears with a maelstrom of lightning as you roar to the clouds, bursts of electricity ripping from your chest and striking at the closing-in youma, turning them to dust at the moment they're struck.\n\nBut more of them are closing in, and hating yourself for it, you leap up rebound off the surface of a wall and up to a rooftop, retreating towards Worldland. It's sunny and bright again by the time you get back, landing in the middle of a crowd of guests that jump with surprise at you apparently dropping out of the sky. Your programming won't allow you to actually shove them out of your way as you make your way towards the admin building, but apparently seeing a tall, dripping wet woman with a glare that could sear paint on her face is enough to have most of them scrambling out of your way.\n\n"We have to do something!" you snap at Maiko the moment the door slides aside, stalking into the digitizer room where she oversees mascot operations, making her look up from her board.\n\n"I was monitoring your comms," she answers, frowning as she sits back in her chair. "What exactly do you expect me to do?"\n\n"Do <i>something</i>!" you snarl, pointing in the general direction of the storm. "Make some more Senshi! Mobilize the other mascots! Whatever it takes! We have to get back there before whoever was directing all that cannon fodder makes off with the others and we can never find them again!"\n\n"The other mascots are <i>not</i> there to fight youma," Maiko answers grimly, still frowning at you. "Half of them don't even have their canon abilities, and the other half are tasked with defending Worldland and our guests if some outside force attempts an attack. With what you've said, that seems likely, so I'm definitely not pulling them away." She turns back to her board. "As for making new Senshi, that's exactly what I intend to do, once we've found suitable candidates. You should have a replacement Sailor Moon in a week or so, the others at intervals."\n\n"Repla-?!" You choke on the word, literally trembling with rage, clenching your fists so tightly that your green-painted nails cut through two layers of glove and draw blood from your palms.\n\n"Yes, replacements," she snaps back. "You think you're the first Sailor Jupiter? Or she's the first Sailor Mars? The nature of our reality means that sometimes Magical Girls get a Bad End. All we can do is make new ones to take their place. Without doing that, eventually the youma would overwhelm everything and plunge the world into darkness. So yes, we'll abandon your friends to their likely very erotic fate, and make some new ones that look just like them. And before <i>you</i> go off half-cocked, you just remember that you're the only other magical girl we've got right now! If you go off and get captured, Worldland would be without an effective defense against youma, which is like laying out a buffet for them. So take the rest of the day off, forget your friends, and tomorrow go back to smiling for cameras and bending over for tourists. Got it?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hit the wall.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hit Maiko.|HLSenshi4x8]]

You decide you don't like the sound of 'high level' or 'multiple', either one. Pressing a bit more firmly to your ear, you speak quietly into your wrist. "Understood, Mercury. Mars and I will converge on your location."\n\n<i>"Acknowledged."</i>\n\nNodding to Rei, you turn and make your way into one of those convenient alleys, her on your bootheels. You wish you were coming in here with her for a more fun reason, but oh well. Once the two of you are out of sight of the general crowds, you both leap up and onto the roof of the nearby shop, then begin hopping across multiple buildings with ease, focusing on the innate sense of where your fellows are when they're using their own powers. Soon all five of you are hopscotching across rooftops, following Sailor Mercury's lead.\n\n"Hey, two bucks says it's under the giant swirling mass of black clouds," Sailor Venus calls.\n\n"No bet!" you call back with a snort. This is technically the first time you'll be going into battle, but you find yourself neither nervous nor really afraid. You're Sailor Jupiter... you've got this.\n\nThe five of you hit the edge of the storm like it was an actual curtain, the water immediately hitting your thin costumes and immediately turning them mostly transparent. Any embarrassment over that immediately falls away as swarms of somewhat gooey-looking, indistinctly-formed creatures start pouring out of every nearby alley and shadow and descending on you as you land in the street. The darkened street immediately comes alive with flashes of light and shouted attacks, blue-purple lightning flashing across storefronts, orange energy whips scoring brick, gouts of flame evaporating falling rain, and high-pressure columns of water knocking youma sprawling.\n\n"Don't let them overwhelm you!" Sailor Moon calls as she slams a kick against the side of one of them's head. "'Fodder' youma aren't a threat unless they can get you down and get their hands all over you!"\n\n"There's way too many for a normal outbreak!" Sailor Mercury cries as she sweeps her hand apart, a more dispersed wave of water brushing back the youma that had started to encroach on her. "Keep an eye out for a 'boss'!"\n\nThen all five of you are too busy to talk about the situation any further. Knocking these youma down or destroying them isn't the problem, they're pathetically weak. It's just that no matter how many you incinerate with every blast of lightning, there are always more! Eventually you find yourself bumping back-to-back with Sailor Mars. "Where's Sailor Moon?" you ask a bit worriedly, glancing around at the only slightly thinned masses.\n\n"I don't know, we either got separated or she got taken," Mars replies grimly.\n\n"We have to find her!" Sailor Mercury cries, and apparently overcome with impulsiveness darts forward, making for a break in the crowd. With your enhanced Senshi senses, you actually hear the *klik* as she steps on something, and see as she barely has time to look down before there's an eruption of blue rubber from under the sole of her shoe, parts of it grabbing her wrists and ankles and yanking her into a fetal position before the rest of it surrounds her in a solid sphere.\n\n"Mercury!" Sailor Venus yelps, brandishing her whip of energy hearts and racing towards her trapped friend, only to spin around as something hits her hand with a *splut*, encasing it and the end of her whip. She yelps as another gooey orange sphere hits her other hand and knocks her to the ground, the stuff spreading out as it hits the pavement, more of them hitting along her arms and legs, one even striking right between her legs. "I'm pinned! I-I can't break it!"\n\nTerror had already started to hit as you saw your friends captured, but it explodes within you as you hear a cry of shock and horror from behind you. Operating on pure instinct, you whip around and grab at Sailor Mars's hand as she's pulled away from you. You dig your heels in as you see that there's some sort of device on the ground that has sprouted what look like red ribbons that have wound around her legs and are trying to pull her over.\n\n"Jupiter!"\n\n"Just hang on!" you cry, gritting your teeth as you're slowly dragged across the pavement. You snap your other hand out and grab a lamppost with your other hand, gripping it just as tightly as you're gripping her hand. The muscles in your slenderly-toned arms stand out in stark relief as you try to hold on to your lover with every ounce of your being, the shriek of metal starting to bend drowning out your growl of effort.\n\nSailor Mars looks back and forth with wide, fearful eyes at the youma starting to draw in, gibbering and raising their hands in grasping motions. She looks back at you, near-panic on her face even as she whispers, "Leave me."\n\n"NO!" you blurt, the response as instinctive as breathing.\n\n"You have to! It's your only chance!" Her expression becomes more peaceful, almost pleading, lips curling in a sad smile. "It's <i>our</i> only chance."\n\n<hr>\n[["Never!"|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[["... I'll be back! I promise!"|HLSenshi4x7]]

"It's nice to have a Sailor Jupiter, finally!" Usagi chirps, right before stuffing her face with what looks like at least half her burger at once. "N'h wuh hahf duh wh'l s'dda Innuh S'nshuh!"\n\n"Usagi," Rei hisses. "God, we can't go anywhere with you."\n\n"Y'know, guys," Minako says, grinning and gesturing with a french fry as she leans her chin on her other hand. "Haruka and Michiru are actually supposed to be the pair of obvious lesbian Senshi. You're kind of throwing off the scheme, here."\n\nYou just grin back at her, taking Rei's hand and lifting it to give it a kiss, then striking a bit of a pose. "We don't need... men."\n\nRei completes the pose with you. "Is that bad?"\n\nMinako bursts into laughter, actually dropping her fry and slapping the tabletop. "You bitches! That was supposed to be me and Rei!"\n\n"Well you never applied for the position," Rei huffs, poking her tongue out.\n\nMinako just grins, picking her fry back up and popping it in her mouth. "You seem happy, though. Happier than I've seen you in awhile."\n\n"It's true," Ami adds, a bit of a guilty look flashing across her blue eyes. "Rei-chan, have you been unhappy all this time? I'm so sorry if we didn't realize..."\n\n"Well I was keeping some of it to myself, so it's fine. It wasn't anyone's fault, I just... feel better now." She smiles and turns to kiss your cheek.\n\n"I think it's great!" Usagi chirps as she finishes decimating her burger. "I mean, Mars/Jupiter isn't as huge a pairing as say, Mars/Moon, or Jupiter/Mercury, but it's definitely more fun than-"\n\n"Keep your fanfic reading to yourself," Minako says dryly, tossing a pickle at the other blonde and causing her to chomp it out of the air. Then she rises to her feet. "Well, I've got a date before the night shift! I better go if I wanna catch a shower between, and I'll probably need it. Later guys," she adds, waving and heading off.\n\n"Usagi and I have youma monitoring duty," Ami adds, tugging on the twintailed girl's arm as she makes a whiny noise. "Come along, Princess."\n\n"Fiiiine, but I want some chicken nuggets for the road," Usagi huffs, finally letting herself be pulled to her feet.\n\nRei snickers, then gives your cheek yet another kiss. "C'mon. We've got mascot duty."\n\nThe two of you make your way to one of the mascot locker rooms, where a number of other characters (male, female, and a few that are a bit of both) are also changing from casual clothes to their costumes or vice versa. You wave to a few and exchange polite greetings, divert around where FemShep and Fem+Grey Warden are currently fucking on the floor, and arrive at your locker. You strip down, not bothering with feelings of modesty... you're pretty sure you've been programmed not to have any in this situation. You jump a little as Mai Shiranui walks by and slaps both you and Rei's bare asses, the pair of you sticking your tongues out at the laughing, near-naked ninja as she waves over her shoulder.\n\n"God, these things are as thin as tissue paper," Rei gripes as she hauls the one-piece part of her costume into place and lets it seal up the back, then starts attaching her skirt. "If they didn't regenerate I'd have to change into a new one about ten times a day. The old ones held up when they got tugged at, these just tear right off your tits."\n\n"Yeah, well, it's no picnic being the tall one in this outfit type," you add, albeit with a philosophical tone. "Yesterday I heard at least three kids say 'Mommy why is Sailor Jupiter's butt hanging out?'"\n\nThat makes her giggle, sliding her newly-gloved hands around and gripping said butt. "Because Daddy... and Sailor Mars... likes it that way."\n\n"See? You're a perv too." You smirk and lean down for a quick kiss, then pull away and head for the door. "Area 12A today, right?"\n\n"Near the prop museum, yeah."\n\nAbout a half hour passes uneventfully, the two of you standing within easy sight of each other as you greet guests and talk to enthusiastic children and sometimes even more enthusiastic adult men. You pose for pictures with families, not even flinching when the dads inevitably slip a hand back to squeeze your practically bare ass. In fact, you're looking forward to the part of the day when the crowds thin just a little, and someone will inevitably make a more bold come-on that will have you leading them off to a nearby alley. It is one of the things you were made for, after all, and while slightly humiliating, is still one of the more enjoyable parts of your job.\n\nYou're bidding adieu to one family, still feeling the pretty, wholesome-looking mother's fingers stroking your pussy when there's a quiet beep in your ear that makes you reflexively raise a hand to touch it.\n\n<i>"This is Sailor Mercury. We've got a high-level youma reading, possibly multiples. I am deploying along with Sailor Moon and Sailor Venus. Uncertain if we'll need backup."</i>\n\nRei trots over to you, frowning and then looking up at you, obviously wondering whether you think the two of you need to go as well.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go.|HLSenshi4x6]]\n\n[[Stay.|HLSenshi5x1]]

You smile and bring your gloved hands up to her cheeks, drawing her in as you lean down and close your eyes, pressing your lips to hers. You feel her go stiff for just a moment in surprise, then lean up and into the kiss, her arms sliding around your middle. You work your lips gently against hers, brushing your tongue against her own gently, keeping the kiss mostly soft to make it clear that it's from feeling more than desire. Then you raise up some, moving your arms to put them around her.\n\n"Rei... earlier, we were lovers for an hour. Now, we've been friends for years. I think between the two of those things, I can say I want us to be more than friends." You duck down to peck her lips again, then add, "If you want to, that is. I'd like to let the desire we felt and the friendship inside us come together into something more than both."\n\nShe stares at you for a few moments, then actually breaks down crying, pressing her face against your plush chest. Awkwardly, you rub the back of your head and glance away, not sure if that's a good response or a bad one. At least until she gives a little leap to kiss you again, before sniffling. "Y-you... you know the only thing magical girls are more vulnerable to than molestation is big romantic speeches, r-right?"\n\n"I'll keep it in mind for the future," you murmur fondly, picking her up off the floor and giving her a spin, making her laugh.\n\nAn hour and a delivery pizza later, Rei's nude body is straddling yours, her hands playing over the huge, firm globes of your tits, fingers gently tweaking the nipples or sinking into the yielding flesh. "Geez, I think they're bigger than your head. They really did a number on you, Mako-chan."\n\n"You're no A-cup yourself," you reply, your voice hitching a bit with pleasure despite your dry tone. You raise your hands and give her own nipples a pinch, making her squeak. "So we're 'Black Dog' proportions, huh?"\n\n"And I'll just bet they've ramped our sex drive up even more, if I recall those doujins correctly," she says with a sigh, then grins and leans down, letting her breasts practically sink into yours as she nips at your chin and lower lip. "Oh horrors."\n\nLaughing, you roll her over onto her back and settle on top of her, kissing at her neck and feeling her wriggle underneath you. "If <i>I</i> recall right... and I'm not sure which me knew this... we also better watch out for stout middle-aged men."\n\n"Because none of <i>those</i> visit theme parks," Rei giggles, looping her arms around your neck and drawing you up for another kiss. Once it's broken, though, her brow wrinkles, expression concerned. "... You're okay, right? I know it's a lot to take in. I've been changed for two years and it's still sometimes hard for me."\n\n"I feel okay, Rei-chan," you assure her. After a moment, you pull her with you as you sit up, guiding her to straddle your lap. You stroke her naked back gently, feeling her gradually relax against you, her head tucking against the nape of your neck. "If I weren't here, with you... like this... it might be harder, but this just feels really right and for right now that's all that matters to me."\n\n"Maybe that's what it is," she murmurs softly against your skin. "When I got changed, it was because I was given the option by Worldland security. It was become Sailor Mars or..." She trails off, then just shakes her head against you, raven hair brushing your skin as she moves. "The others were nice to me, but they were just friends... if we had sex it was just because of our magical girl libidos. It was sweet, and it was kind, but... it wasn't this."\n\n"... You've been lonely, haven't you?" You whisper, starting to stroke her hair. At the soft affirmative noise she makes, you draw her back and kiss her cheek. "You don't have to be lonely anymore, Rei-chan. You have someone that understands you." You brush a streak of wetness off her cheek with your thumb. "You have someone who loves you, and isn't going to let you be alone again. You brought me into this because you cared about me and wanted to protect me... now it's my turn to care about you and protect you."\n\n"... Idiot." She brushes her tears away with her palm. "Are all these romantic statements something you got as Makoto, or are they Eric?"\n\n"Does it matter?" You grin and kiss her lower lip. "They're both right here and they both love you."\n\nShe sniffles once more, then dives back into a kiss, pushing you onto your back with the force of it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|HLSenshi4x5]]

"I've already decided that I'll become a Sailor Senshi, it'd be kind of weird to only go... uh, halfway," you mutter, shifting in place. "I think I'll go with the... 'normal'."\n\n"Your choice. I'm sure you'll have hours of fun with your new pussy, anyway, and feel free to have some with me," Maiko chirps, right before pressing a button, leaving you staring agog at her when the beam hits.\n\nFrom your perspective, it's almost like nothing happens. You're standing there your normal self one moment, and standing there your normal self the next moment. It's just that it starts to sink in that somewhere in those moments, your concept of your normal self changed. You look down at yourself... that's your Senshi uniform, alright, hugging your full breasts, the thong back of your panties barely hidden below the drape of your skirt. But you remember that until the sudden flash from the digitizer, none of those were yours, or existed. You stare at your hands, then bring them to your chest, cupping your tits... yes, feels like they always do, except that they're a couple of seconds old.\n\n"You'll experience a little dysphoria at first, but it should fade away in about an hour," Maiko says briskly, already tapping her board again. "After that it should only happen if you think too hard about your old life for extended periods. But let's make sure everything's settled in right. When I say a word, say the first word that comes to mind. Name."\n\n"Makoto." You blink a bit at that. You remember your name being Eric... but when you think of your name, 'Makoto' is what comes to mind, or maybe 'Jupiter'. But it's like she said... your old life is starting to become a bit disconnected, like some book you read and just remember really well.\n\n"Enemy."\n\n"Youma."\n\n"Cocks."\n\n"Yes please." You blink, then blush brightly at Maiko's snicker.\n\n"Rei?" Maiko adds in an innocent tone.\n\n"Sexy." That leads to more blushing and an actual full-out laugh from the purple-haired girl.\n\n"I'd say your new memories and old ones are mingling fine. Like I said, you'll feel weird for a little while, but in no time at all you'll just feel like Makoto all the time without it seeming odd. Okay, send Rei in, would you?" she adds, already bringing up another image on the screen.\n\nWell. At least you won't be the only one in this particular fanservicey situation. You step out of the sliding door, Rei turning towards you and staring a little. You feel a fresh rush of memories of time spent with her, years of association instead of a day's. Your head almost swims for a moment before you shake it off. "Um. Maiko's ready for you."\n\n"Right," she murmurs, before disappearing through the door. You lean back against the wall, hands behind your back, turning over some of those memories of Rei. Your lips curl in little fond smiles as you remember this or that incident from first-hand perspective rather than distantly-remembered episodes you might have glimpsed bits of years ago. It's only a minute or two before Rei emerges from the room with her new proportions, blushing a little, obviously resisting the urge to cover her larger, slightly more thinly-covered chest with an arm. "Well, got that over with. I'm sure the others will be just thrilled. ... You're taller than me now," she adds, looking up at you.\n\n"Yeah, guess so," you muse, straightening up and rubbing the back of your neck, since part of you remembers <i>always</i> being taller than her. You smile down at her. "I'll get used to it. It's not too bad, huh?"\n\n"No, I guess not." She looks down, kicking one of her heeled feet a bit, then peeks up at you uncertainly. "Um... listen, we did this to keep you from falling to the Boyfriend Effect, and we've probably done that. And I know that right now you're being bombarded by all these memories of us being just friends, so I'm just saying, if that's all you want to be, just friends..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hug her.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|HLSenshi4x4]]

"Well. Having a job doesn't sound too bad, uh, even if it's a really weird way to get one," you admit after a bit of thought. "I guess I could become a Sailor Senshi with you?"\n\n"That seems the safest thing," she admits, then smiles a little. "You do get used to it. I mean, it never entirely stops being weird, but you get used to it, and there are a lot of good things about it. The others may be my friends partly because we're written that way, but they're still the best friends I've ever had." She draws away a bit. "Well, we should get dressed and go, the sooner we do this the better." She pauses, then glances down at her somewhat rumpled, stained suit. "Correction. Let's shower first."\n\n"Oh. Right. You can go first," you volunteer, rubbing the back of your head.\n\nShe grins, snagging your hand and pulling you along with her. "I said let's shower. You won't be a guy after today, sad to say, so best to give your maleness a good sendoff."\n\nYou let out the most mixed-feelinged 'oh' ever as that sinks in, before you're rather quickly distracted by watching Rei wiggle her way out of the costume. Soon everything is a hot, wet, soapy confusion that blurs your mind as your body moves against Rei's in the shower, both of you moaning and gasping and kissing almost desperately. If this really is the last time you ever have sex as a guy, you probably should be paying closer attention, but it all winds up as a damp, pleasant blur by the time the two of you have dressed and Rei takes you by the hand and shows you out of the room and back to Worldland, heading for one of the administration buildings.\n\nSoon you find yourself standing in front of a rather... interesting-looking individual, with Rei explaining the whole situation. "-and that's why we thought it best if he became Sailor Jupiter." The black-haired girl glances at you as she finishes. "That way he should avoid the Boyfriend Effect."\n\n"Hm, no particular reason it shouldn't work," the odd-looking person muses, rubbing her chin. She notices you looking at her and grins, tucking her hands in her coat pockets and giving it a flap. "You like the look? Stole it from a visual novel. Name too. They call me Doctor Maiko around here."\n\n"You, uh... stole your look and name from a visual novel?"\n\n"Here at Worldland, your body and identity are just sort of an aesthetic," she replies with a snicker. "You'll understand soon. Here, go stand on the white X."\n\nYou move up onto a slightly raised area of floor, scuffling over to stand on an X painted on the floor. You glance at the large monitor on one wall, which apparently reflects Maiko's workstation as she sits down and starts typing, bringing up an image.\n\n"Uh, what the hell, Maiko?" Rei blurts, both of you staring at the screen. "That is <i>not</i> a screenshot!"\n\n"Sorry, Rei, orders from above, I'm to convert you all to 'Black Dog' proportions," the purple-haired woman chirps with a broad, toothy grin that says she isn't sorry at all. "I gotta do you, too, since you're here. So if you want better step outside and say goodbye to your can-be-covered-by-hands boobies, while I work on our friend here."\n\nRei mutters, then nods at you. "Sorry, Eric. I'll be back in a minute." She slips out, and you wonder if she's actually going to say goodbye to her normal-sized boobs.\n\n"Well! Alone at last!" Maiko says cheerfully, turning back towards you. "Now, try to stay still, you'll leave a silly-looking computer record if you flinch when you get zapped," she continues, tapping more equipment and causing something suspiciously ray-gun-like to swing towards you.\n\n"Whoa! What the heck is that thing?!" you yelp.\n\n"That's the Digitizer. Basically, what it will do is, at incredible speeds, scan your entire molecular structure, then convert it to energy and pull it into the computer. There I'll alter the pattern to match the new one... Sailor Jupiter-"\n\n"So I'll really look like that?!"\n\n"Correct."\n\n"... I'll be bottomless under the skirt?"\n\n"It's a T-back, do you mind?"\n\n"Uh, sorry."\n\n"Thank you. Anyway, I'll alter your pattern into the one we've constructed for Sailor Jupiter. For cases like this we mostly leave your memories intact, but add new ones as necessary to help you be a bit closer to the character. You'll also have certain... tendencies that are inherent to all magical girls."\n\n"... Rei said they're all natural sluts."\n\n"Pretty much!" Maiko giggles. "Something about fighting the forces of evil in cute outfits apparently makes you really prone to being molested and enjoying it, who knew? The only question is, how big of a slut do you wanna be?"\n\n"Er, what?"\n\n"I can let you keep your 'equipment', you know." She grins broadly. "Actually, I can make it quite a bit more impressive. At least to match those new boobs. Of course, the only thing hornier and less discriminating than a magical girl is a futanari magical girl. Don't plan on having much of a social life beyond bending people over and getting bent over, if you want that. 'Course, that's just a private option between you and me... the park's really expecting a 'normal' Sailor Jupiter, aside from wanting me to up the perv factor."\n\n<hr>\n[["Normal" Jupiter.|HLSenshi4x3]]\n\n[[Futa Jupiter.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]

"Okay, okay." More because you're having difficulty standing her sad and worried behavior than anything else, you relent. Shifting onto your knees, you make your way over to rest your hands on her shoulders. "I believe you, uh... Rei."\n\nShe smiles wanly. "It doesn't sound like you do, but I appreciate the sentiment."\n\n"Well, okay, maybe I don't believe entirely. Not yet," you admit, then lean in to kiss her cheek. "But I'll try, okay? You've been nothing but good to me so far, even if you did get carried away and doom me, I'll trust you."\n\n"Thank you," she whispers, raising a gloved hand to lay it over one of yours and squeeze it.\n\n"So! Loopholes," you prompt, grinning a little.\n\n"Okay, well." She frowns. "I normally wouldn't suggest this, even to someone in your situation, but maybe if you got a job here as a Sailor Senshi."\n\n"Er."\n\n"Yeah, I know how it sounds. I didn't always look like this, you know," she says, gesturing to herself with both hands. "Basically there's this process they can put you through where you'll become an authentic magical girl, a specific one. We don't have a Sailor Jupiter right now, so that would be the easiest thing. There's apparently not much more doom than average for magical girls who date other magical girls, so even if the universe still thinks we're... well, girlfriends... nothing too bad should happen."\n\n"O... kay." You nod a little. "That's one option."\n\n"I doubt you'll like any of them," she replies ruefully, shaking her head and giving another wan smile. "There are a few other exceptions to the effect. One is if you fulfill some fanservice demographic. Like, uh... a cute trap."\n\n"A tra-..." You take a few moments to recall that term from your online ventures, and swallow. "Er... you want me to crossdress?"\n\n"It's an option. No offense, you've got the build and face for it, and I bet a lot of my clothes would fit you." Her cheeks color. "And admittedly, I'd find it kind of sexy."\n\n"Mmf." Your cock stirs a little at her looking at you through her lashes like that... and maybe a little at the thought of her helping you into a pair of panties. Clearing your throat, you ask, "Anything else?"\n\n"Well, the last one's really a longshot, but if you want to keep your masculinity intact... or maybe even enhance it... there's the 'Defeat Means Friendship' exclusion."\n\n"What's that?"\n\n"Basically, if you become a bad guy, and then I win you back to the side of good. It's super risky... if we don't pull it off just right, you might wind up tragically dying in my arms after making a heroic self-sacrifice, or something." She looks at you sheepishly, then shrugs. "But, you'd get to stay a guy. Wearing guy clothes. And maybe we'd actually wind up together, like an almost normal couple. I kind of think I wouldn't mind that," she adds, glancing down and blushing again.\n\nYou have to admit that's a bit tempting too. But it sounds like being normal-turned villain-turned hero could wind up with you easily going out in a blaze of glory instead. Whether 'tis nobler to risk a dramatic death, or to sacrifice manhood by wearing panties or becoming a tall leggy brunette...\n\n<hr>\n[[Become Sailor Jupiter.|HLSenshi4x2]]\n\n[[Become a trap.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Become a handsome and charismatic villain.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]

Japan... home of high-end electronics, a lot of good food, and really cute girls. Admittedly you've heard that their universities are pretty good too (including that they tend to give students a lot of free time), and since you recall that Mrs. Andrews said she'd insure getting your credits transferred, that's a pretty attractive offer! "I'll take the hot springs resort!"\n\n"A sensible enough choice, as it provides a number of options. Please sign where indicated," Mrs. Andrews replies, sliding the first set of papers towards you. "I'll get to work on having your credits transferred and setting up your travel arrangements. I can also provide you with some helpful services that the firm will be glad to provide free of charge as the maintainers of your great-uncle's... and hopefully, your own... estate."\n\nAh, now the helpfulness makes sense. Still, it's not like you have any highly competent lawyer of your own, so you let the implication that they can continue to handle your affairs as you need stand. And the help does prove to be quite helpful... they have contacts with a moving company that will pack your stuff for you, contacts with a high-speed high-intensity language course that guarantees you full fluency and literacy within a month, and someone to handle all of your residency papers and customs. Over the next several weeks you say goodbye to family and friends, wrap up a few things, and then it's a first class trip to Japan.\n\nOnce you arrive, you have to take several trains to get to the small town where the hot springs resort is... though as the person from the law firm who briefed you on the area informed you, apparently the train station here is a pretty convenient ride to everywhere, including several nightlife spots, a shopping district, the university where you'll be attending, and a well-regarded private high school. Considering it's such a nice little hub you kind of wonder why your uncle left this hotel as a crash pad for what's apparently only three people... but then he wasn't exactly worried about money, apparently. Following the walking directions on your phone's GPS, you make your way along the little paths and roads until you arrive at a large, wide three-story building.\n\nYou pause at the sign to one side of the stairs leading to the entrance. 'Hitasuneko Nessuisen'. Above the lettering is an energetically smiling cat face, despite being depicted as dripping with water. ... Huh. Shrugging, you head up the stairs and into the small, tidy-looking lobby area.\n\n<img src="images/vPMeVr9.jpg">\n\nHm. There's still a counter set up with a (very old) phone and a small vending machine as if it were a functioning hotel... though you don't see a cash register or anything, so you suppose if you ever wanted to open this place up that'd be the first thing to get. (Or a credit card reader for your phone, though that seems sort of unprofessional for a big place like this.) As you're wandering around taking a look, and considering whether to call out and see if anyone's home right now, you hear the door open and close behind you. Turning, you see a Japanese girl who... well, you can't entirely accurately judge, but you think she might be a few years younger than you. She's wearing a loose, draping black hooded jacket over a white top that leaves most of her collarbone visible and hugs up against her perky breasts. Below that is a pleated blue skirt and black thigh-high stockings, with low-topped white sneakers. She's staring at and tapping at her phone as she comes in, actually starting to turn for the hallway before she finally seems to notice you and glances up... and her mouth immediately presses together in a tight-lipped expression of annoyance.\n\n<img src=images/YzZcy75.jpg>\n\n"Just what do you think you're doing here?" she demands in a huffy tone. "Are you some stupid foreigner that wandered in?"\n\n"Uh, excuse me?" You're actually a little taken aback... about the worst anyone has treated you since you got here was 'chilly politeness'.\n\n"Listen, weirdo foreigner," the girl declares, putting the hand holding her phone on her hip and pointing at you with the other. "This isn't an actual hot springs resort, it's our dorm. We don't let foreigners or boys in here, and we certainly don't let foreign boys with perversion in their eyes in. So why don't you hop back on a train and hop back on a plane and go eat a spaghetti burger!"\n\n... You're not entirely sure what to take from that other than that 1) she's one of the tenants and 2) she's kind of a bitchy (and/or stupid) racist.\n\n"Are you deaf too? Or do you just not understand real languages when people speak them to you?" The girl leans forward some, making a walking motion with her fingers, then speaking in slow, exaggerated, and heavily accented English. "Yoo. Git. Owt. Go. Die."\n\n<hr>\n[[Explain why you're here.|Austin2x3]]\n\n[[Evict her.|Austin]]

"Well, you looked like you were about to drop dead at any time, I figured they'd need a fourth to pick up the slack," you reply with a smirk, propping your chin up on your hand.\n\nHe bristles... literally, you can see his beard fluff out as he huffs angrily. "How dare you speak to me in such a way, you... trollop!"\n\nYour smirk drops into a scowl. Trollop?! Why that...\n\n<hr>\n[["Old prick!"|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[["Senile idiot!"|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[["Broken-down wreck!"|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[["Horse's ass!"|GGRogue3x2]]

You suddenly have the mental image of Zadaan riding you around putting you through horse show tricks, like jumping over fences and doing the high-step, all while laughing mockingly. Your ears lay back as a wave of fury washes over you. Fuck that... you'd rather spend the rest of your life as an animal than put up with that shit!\n\nYou kick back experimentally a few times, but find you can't hit the door. Obviously designed to avoid that. You think for a few moments, then slowly start backing up, pressing your ass against the stall door. You hear a bit of creaking, and press back again, managing a slight rocking motion. You stagger backwards a little as the door's clasp finally gives way, the door swinging open. Backing up a bit more carefully, you turn and make your way out of the barn and onto the city streets.\n\nYou wander around for awhile, trying to find your way out of the city... luckily it's late enough that there aren't many people out on the streets, and none of them seem inclined to try and capture you for themselves. Finally spotting a set of open gates with a road and rolling hills beyond, you break into a trot, your hooves clopping quickly along the cobblestones. The guards look startled, but apparently they're only paid to stop suspicious humanoids, not large, fast-moving animals. Soon you have packed earth under your hooves instead of cobblestones, and eventually you veer off the road altogether, heading off across those rolling green hills.\n\nAround daybreak, you crest a particularly large hill, your mane rustling in the breeze. Honestly, you're almost feeling good after that run. You lift your head, feeling the breeze from the west wash over your hide again and through your mane, your nostrils flaring as you take in the scent. Your enhanced sense of smell catches the scent of other horses... but no leather or wood or oil. So wild horses... your own kind now, you suppose. You could try to live out your life among them, since you've abandoned the guy that claimed he'd change you back.\n\nThe wind changes, blowing strongly across you from the east. This carries the scent of wood and oil and smoke and other things... humans. Or humanoids, at the very least. Maybe there's someone there who could change you back! ... At the very least, maybe someone to keep you safe from predators and make sure you're fed, which you're just now realizing is a serious hazard of being a wild animal. You did just flee servitude... but from a cruel old man who despised you. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad with someone who appreciated you?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go east.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go west.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

"A horse's ass, am I?" the old man growls. You smirk at him, since you seem to have scored a hit, then notice one of his hands moving in an odd way. Before you can react, a strange feeling comes over you... a weird sort of tension grips your entire body. You try to speak, but it's like your jaw's wired shut. You can't even move your mouth! The wizard rises slowly from his seat. "I think perhaps I and the young miss should talk this over outside."\n\n"Zadaan, really, an alley fight?" the human man says with a sigh.\n\n"No fight, we're just going to talk, I mean it," the wizard answers casually, beckoning to you. "Come along, child." You find yourself rising to your feet and following after him, as if some puppeteer were skillfully maneuvering strings to have your body move in a lifelike manner, completely out of your control. You follow Zadaan through the tables and out the back door of the inn, into the dark, rather grimy-seeming, and completely isolated alleyway behind the building, where he stops and turns to look at you, smirking. "I think you need to learn to watch your mouth. But first, you may as well remove those clothes. Wouldn't want anything valuable getting destroyed when I teach you your lesson."\n\nYou feel absolutely outraged by his demand, even moreso as your hands immediately move to obey him, starting to undo the laces of your top. Of course, then his mention of 'getting destroyed' sinks in, and fear mingles with the anger as you're forced to pull open the top and shrug out of it, perky tits giving a slight jiggle, the silvery rings piercing your nipples catching what little light there is and glinting. You proceed to undo your belt and let it drop as well, before unlacing the sides of your pants before sliding them over the curve of your ass, working them down the long, lithe lines of your legs, slipping your way out of them and your boots at the same time, before finally standing naked in front of the old man, unable to even try and cover yourself.\n\nZadaan moves about you, collecting your gear, pausing briefly to run one bony old hand over your defenseless ass and tweak one of the rings, making you want to shudder but unable to even express that. He steps back and spends a moment looking over your things, before tucking them into a pouch at his belt, your clothes, boots, and belt disappearing into a space that should be too small for it. Then he begins murmuring and gesturing with both hands.\n\nYou feel the clench in your gut first, before your muscles begin flexing and moving all of their own accord. The sensation's more strange than painful, but still makes you want to scream as your arms pull out in front of you and begin to change. Your nails turn black and thick, and then begin growing together, your fingers merging, your skin darkening and starting to grow a thicker, coarser layer of hair. They lengthen as your legs begin to change as well, and you find yourself bending forward, your new hooves making a heavy *THNK* noise as they hit the cobblestones of the alleyway. Your torso lengthens and thickens, your round ass bulging with muscle as it becomes powerful, thick flanks, a dense tail of hair sprouting from your tailbone.\n\nYou're forced to accept all this in stoic silence, even as inside a swirl of fear, shock, and maybe a bit of wonder tosses your thoughts about like a storm. You rise up further and further as your legs (all four of them now) get longer and longer, the muscles shifting shape but growing more powerful. You can feel a strange sensation in your crotch, a sort of tickly one around your pussy, before that feeling is gone... and somehow, you sense, so is your female sex. But then you feel an oddly pleasurable pressure, a bulging, pressing out in three different places, two behind and one ahead. The sensation is strong enough that you can focus on it, actually feeling your new cock grow and your balls with it. Once it's finished, dangling long and thick beneath you, you suddenly feel two pinches along the underside of it, and suspect that your nipple rings have reappeared in an entirely different place.\n\nYou feel your face pushing out, your vision changing oddly as the set of your eyes shifts, your neck lengthening and thickening like the rest of you. By the time your hair has shifted to run from the top of your head to all along the back of your neck, the changes have completed... you've become a large, powerful, black stallion (albeit with a blue mane). Zadaan chuckles as he looks you over. "Yes, that's quite the 'horse's ass', hm?" he says dryly, walking behind you and giving you a few heavy pats on the flank. "Perhaps you'll learn a bit of humility serving as my steed. And of course, if you do a good job of it, perhaps I'll turn you back. Eventually."\n\nHe turns and heads out of the alleyway, and you're forced to follow docilely along after him, on four hooves instead of two feet this time. That strange sense of pressure, like a million strings wrapped all around your body, is still there despite the massive changes you've undergone. Plus, you get to feel the distinctly weird sensation (besides walking on all fours with a different muscle configuration) of your cock slowly retracting into your sheath, along with the pair of little bump-sensations that are your piercings nudging against the rim as they go back inside. Zadaan shows you the way to a nearby stable and has you put into one of the stalls, and you can briefly hear him haggling with the owner, apparently to sell his (actual) horse. And then you're left by yourself, standing in the dark, stabled like an animal.\n\nEventually, you feel the strange pressure around your whole body ease, and then disappear. You try moving your legs, and wind up giving a little canter in place. Well, you can move of your own will again, and you don't seem to have any problems working a horse's body instead of your own. You let out a sigh... well, more of a gusty snort, really. A fine mess you've gotten yourself into. You look back and forth... the stall doesn't exactly seem like Fort Knox. It's designed to keep in a tame and saddle-broken horse, obviously... not a horse with a human's intellect. You could probably fairly easily break out of here and escape.\n\nBut where would you go? You'd still be a horse. It didn't sound like this was just going to wear off on its own, you probably need that old bastard to change you back. You have no real way of making yourself known to others... trying to talk just produces various whinnies and nickers. Still, the idea of meekly letting the asshole that did this to you ride around on your back really chaps your (big, black, muscular) ass.\n\n<hr>\n[[Escape.|GGRogue3x3]]\n\n[[Stay.|GGRogue5x1]]\n

A thought begins to dawn on you. Slowly, still working it out, you ask, "Mallory... does that mean demons never have relationships?"\n\n"No, we have those all the time," he replies, shaking his head a bit. "Usually if the demons have something to offer each other. We can form attachments and even be affectionate with each other, just not actually fall in love."\n\n"How do they tell the difference?"\n\n"Well... you can't, really," he admits. "Most demons just assume that any relationship with each other is affection at best because falling in love is so rare." He blinks and sits up a little. "Why?"\n\n"So... if I was a demon, no one would think you were actually in love with me and you'd be safe," you say quietly, sitting up and looking into his eyes, watching them widen a little.\n\n"I... y-yeah, that'd work, that... but Jamie, you'd have to give up your normal life, and it's dangerous in the Hell-planes... you'd live forever and have powers, yeah, but you could wind up at the mercy of more powerful demons, or even angels or demon hunters. And it's not exactly great down there, there's a reason we like to come up as often as we can!"\n\n"And I'll do all that for you," you say simply as you lean forward and peck his lips.\n\nThat seems to leave him flabbergasted as he stares at you in shock for a moment. Then he springs forward and wraps his arms around you again, nuzzling his face against your shoulder and crying. "Waaaah! Jamie, I love you I love you I love you!"\n\n"I love you too, Mallory," you whisper, smiling and patting his back.\n\nOnce he's gotten that out of his system, he sits up and sniffles again before shaking his head. "It'll be tough, though. A demon can turn a mortal into a demon too, but only a demon less powerful than themselves. And I'm... not really that powerful, honestly. You'd probably wind up an imp."\n\n"An imp?"\n\n"They're smaller and... kinda dumb," he admits, wincing. "Some of them are basically just meat puppets for their masters' will. Obviously I wouldn't try to take yours, but... you might lose a lot in the transformation. Like, of yourself. I might be able to get you up to full demon form pretty quickly, but the stuff that got lost... I don't think you'd get it back."\n\n"Oh." You blink slowly. You have to admit that's a lot more intimidating than just the thought of becoming a demon period.\n\n"Yeah I don't like it either." Mallory sighs, resting his hands on the side of the bed and glowering at the floor, obviously thinking. Then his expression turns more hopeful. "There might be a way. An ancient set of demonic artifacts, the Regalia of Astaroth."\n\n"The Regalia of Astaroth? What are they?"\n\n"Three items of power that were created by one of the greatest demon lords in all the Hell-planes... the legends say that one day she just got tired of it all and moved to Earth, which isn't exactly as simple as it sounds, and should tell you how powerful she was. But she left her magic items in a secret place, waiting for some other demon to come along and make use of them if he could find them and make proper use of their power. But they've got more demonic energy in each of them than most modern demon lords have accumulated in thousands of years... they could easily transform you right from a human to a full demon!"\n\n"That sounds <i>way</i> better!" you have to agree, nodding enthusiastically. Then it dampens somewhat. "But if it's a lost secret..."\n\n"That's the thing, I know where they are," he says, his glowing red eyes glittering as he smiles. "It's a secret passed down in my line, but none of us have ever been able to go get it... because it requires the willing cooperation of a human!" Then he hesitates, worry coming over his face again. "... That's not to say it's not dangerous. It's really dangerous... going down to the Hell-planes as a human is near-suicidal. But... it might be our best chance to be together with you as, y'know... you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Become an imp.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Seek out the Regalia of Astaroth.|QOInc2x6]]

You nibble your lower lip and squirm a bit at the view, but decide ultimately that maybe the best thing to do is to go back to bed... for now. Drawing away from the window, but unable to help giving a few more backward glances, you head back up the stairs and flop into bed, trying to settle your thick jumble of thoughts and sleep.\n\nBy the time you wake up in the morning, your mother has already left for work. You suppose she's probably doing her best to feel normal... and yet you don't doubt that as she sits in her office, wearing one of her casual but attractive suits, she's probably finding her thoughts dwelling on last night, on the feeling of being on her hands and knees in the back yard as an animal's prick pounded into her. Does her face flush with shame? Do her panties get soaked? Probably both, you think, since that's sort of what's happening to you right now. Eventually you hear her car pulling into the drive... a bit earlier than usual... and head down the stairs, seeing her as she comes in.\n\n"Oh, Cyan, hello," she says with slightly forced casualness, giving you a smile. You probably wouldn't even know anything was off if you didn't, well, know.\n\n"Hey Mom." You let her set down her bag and start heading for the kitchen before you add, "So, uh... I saw you. Last night."\n\nShe freezes in place in the entry to the kitchen. Then your mother slowly turns around to face you. Her mouth opens a few times, but every time she closes it without saying anything. Finally, she folds her arms over her chest and nods slowly. "Alright. Obviously it would be ridiculous to ask what you're talking about or anything like that, and... you were honest with me, so I suppose it would be awful of me as a mother to repay that with lies."\n\n"I guess you got curious, huh?" You can't help but grin, just a bit, as you walk over to her. "After everything I said. Then you saw that stray in the back yard and couldn't help yourself?"\n\n"... That's pretty much it, yes," she admits with a bob of the head. "Just the... arousal radiating from you when you talked about what happened in the dog park, the shuddery thrill of remembered pleasure in your voice when you talked about being mounted, I... couldn't get it out of my head. When I saw that dog, I... I thought I'd just try it, just once, I made so many excuses, but once it was on top of me... ... in me... all of it melted away into... lust." She puts a hand to her blushing face, then shakes her head. "I really don't know what to say."\n\n<hr>\n[[Suggest continuing the original deal.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Suggest buying a dog. Or dogs.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Suggest exploring more exciting perversions.|GGDog]]

"Oh... fine!" you huff. "Since I don't want to ruin Christmas, even though this has basically ruined mine!"\n\nAll of the reindeer actually look rather sad at that, heads drooping as they look down contritely. You feel a little bad about that... however slick Rudy may act, he obviously cares about Christmas. Sighing, but not quite bringing yourself to apologize just this minute, you instead walk over to the sleigh and climb in. Settling in on the padded leather seat (and, after noticing it nearby on the bench, donning the appropriate Santa hat), you reach forward, awkwardly taking the reins. "Um, I'm guessing you don't actually need me to steer or anything."\n\n"No, no, we've got it," Rudy assures you.\n\n"Where to, then? The next over hoOOUUUUSE?!" you squeal as the reindeer burst into a sprint, curving up and away from your own roof and bringing the sleigh along with them. Luckily after the initial lurch it's surprisingly smooth... though there's a cool breeze blowing over you, it isn't much more than that, which is one thing to be grateful for.\n\n"It doesn't quite work like that, it's more like following a particular path where the magic leads," Rudy calls back over his shoulder. "Besides, going literally house-to-house would bore Santa out of his mind! It helps to mix it up a little!"\n\nWell give thanks for small favors, apparently being Santa Claus doesn't include that sort of drudgery. You peer over the edge of the sleigh and down at the houses and country zipping by below, then settle in, trying to ignore the feeling of a thick shaft flopped against your thigh and the heavy balls resting between your thighs. Geez, how do guys ever stand to go commando?! After a handful of minutes, the reindeer bank downward, pulling the sleigh along until they come to a mostly smooth stop on another roof that miraculously stretches and flattens to accommodate them. Taking a deep breath, you step out of the sleigh, planting your black leather houseshoes on the rooftop. "Do I need to take the...?" You gesture to the large bag on the back of the sleigh.\n\n"No, it will follow you once you're down," Rudy answers. "Okay, a little boy named Dillan lives here. He's a bit mischievous but decent, so he made the Nice list... when the bag arrives it will have all the stuff he's earned this year in it. Though you probably wanna take a minute and use Santavision before you go down."\n\n"Santa... vision?"\n\n"Yeah, y'know, 'he sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake'? What'd you think he used, hidden cameras? Just concentrate on Dillan and you should have a good idea of what's what."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, okay.|HollyXmas5x6]]\n\n[[Sounds stalker-y, no thanks.|HollyXmas]]

"Ukyo... need... take responsibility..." you murmur distantly as you start to fade, unable to shake some vision of a bunch of squiggly little white things racing towards a pink sphere.\n\n"Eh? Hey, what do you mean, take responsibility? This is all your f-... w-wait, you mean... oh, oh crap..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|ShampooX2xEndC2]]

"Shampoo, I'm gonna go ahead and use the bath, okay?" \n\n"Hmph. Shampooo see how it is." You fold your arms under your rather expanded chest, almost resting them on your very round belly as you turn away some and lift your head, pooching your lips out. "Shampoo have aching feet and sore back, but can just take bath whenever, right?"\n\n"Oy." Ukyo rubs her face, sighing a bit as she stands up from where she'd been sitting at a table doing the restaurant's books. "Hey, look, I'm taking responsibility, aren't I? Are you going to huff at me every time I don't cater to your every whim?"\n\n"Might," you answer with a sniff, turning your nose up even more.\n\nSighing again, Ukyo steps up behind you, and after a moment slides her arms around you, hands rubbing your pregnant belly a little. "C'mon, c'mon. I even married you all proper as a guy to make your family happy, since Cologne decided that I'd 'defeated' you as a guy so it counted for Amazon marriage. Gimme a break, huh?" After a moment, she hugs you a bit closer, enough so that her breasts press against your back. She glances aside, her own cheeks red. "I mean, we could go in the bath together, I guess."\n\n"... Fine." You give a nod, starting to smirk a bit. Then wider as you say, "Shampoo very ready to have baby so can get back to dousing Ukyo with cold water throughout day."\n\n"Oyyyy, between that and trying to run this place to support our family, you're gonna run me ragged! Is that what you wanna do?"\n\nYour eyes glitter a bit as you turn towards your spouse and wink. "Might."\n\n<b>Shampoo and Ukyo</b> end - <i>Take responsibility</i>

Remembering what Dr. Trace said about getting out of the suit, you try to focus on meaning what you say. "... Suit off?" There's no reaction for a moment, and you wonder if your hesitancy at the wording messed it up, then there's a swooshing noise and everything peels and retracts back, pulling around behind you and leaving your (no, you're not going to get into it) lean-bordering-on-skinny body bare. You glance down at yourself, seeing a similar build but taller and a little more toned... and a bit more hung, you notice, not exactly sure how you feel about that. You can still feel some weight on your back, so you reach behind yourself and pat as well as you can reach, feeling something kind of like the armor plates you could see on the front of the suit. You tug and it comes away with a sensation like peeling a piece of scotch tape of your skin, and you bring around a surprisingly light-seeming thing that looks a lot like a white metal trilobyte with a textured black rubber underside. And, well, wearing a pair of blaster pistols on its back. You set it down on top of the little table nearby, then head into the bathroom.\n\nAt least on the weird future ship they still have pretty normal showers, even though after tapping the wrong control on the panel you wind up with lilac-scented water. Hoping the rather girly scent fades overnight, you towel off and wrap the towel around your middle before heading to the dresser. You open several drawers and discover that Cypher's non-combat wardrobe is limited for multiple definitions of the word. All you find are some loose grey jogging pants, some white tanktops, and some socks.\n\n"God, was <i>everything</i> about this guy bland?" you grumble aloud, actually starting to feel annoyed with the previous inhabitant of your body. "Did you throw out everything but some emergency clothes once you had the suit?" you continue muttering as you pull on a pair of the jogging pants and one of the tanktops before flopping into bed. "Didn't even bother to save any underwear, y'bastard."\n\nIn the morning you wake to the sound of a chime, and then Dr. Trace's voice saying, "If you would, please join us for breakfast? We have some things to discuss. We'll be in room 720."\n\nGrumbling a little at being awoken, even though you realize you don't feel very tired, you briefly ponder putting the suit back on before deciding that you just don't feel like gallivanting around garbed for war. You pull on a pair of socks, have a brief search for shoes where you find a pair of strap-up combat boots shoved under the bed, and head out, hoping to avoid any teenage reactions while you're swinging in the breeze under a rather thin layer of cloth.\n\n<hr>\n[[Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts.|Cypher1x10]]

"Look, you don't have to worry about that," you say, stepping forward and resting a hand on the bare curve of her shoulder. "To me, you're a person, and that means the only one who owns you is you. Whatever the weird laws here say."\n\nShe blinks her red eyes, then they light up as she begins to smile hopefully. "You mean...?"\n\n"I can't promise to leave you alone like Cypher did. Er, what I mean is..." You raise your hand and wave it a bit. "I'm not like him, whatever Dr. Trace said about us maybe being alternate versions of each other. I can't just act like the people around me aren't there. What I'm trying to say is..." You rub the back of your neck, sighing. "This is all really strange, and you seem really nice. I'd like to be your friend, not just some guy who lives in the next room and has the 'decency' not to order you around."\n\nShe actually looks a little shocked, and then smiles so brightly that you kind of fall right in love. Just a little bit. But you're fifteen (or seventeen or geez, whatever), you've gotten used to falling in love a little bit on a regular basis. She darts forward and wraps her slender arms around you, squeezing tightly, her cheek pressing to your armored chest. "Oh, I'd like that, thank you!"\n\nYou put your arms around her and hug her back carefully... you're still not sure exactly how this suit works or if you could wind up squashing someone accidentally. After a moment Ami pulls back and you let your arms drop. "I needed a hug, I think, thanks."\n\n"You're welcome." She gives you that bright smile again, then 'ohs'. "I bet Dr. Trace told you to get some rest, you probably need it. I'll just go." She trots to the door, then turns back to look at you as it swooshes open. "I'll be next door if you need anything. You can call on the comm system or just come over." Then she whirls back around and practically skips out the door. Looks like you may have made her day. Or week.\n\n<hr>\n[[Time to get out of the weird suit.|Cypher1x9]]

"That's pretty much everything I can think of."\n\n"Alright. Here." Moving surprisingly quickly, she presses the injector just below your ear and hits the trigger.\n\n"Ow!" you yip, more out of shock than pain, there's actually only a brief pinching sensation.\n\n"Not the ideal injection site, but the suit covers everything else. In any event, you should probably get some rest now. Your room is on deck seven, number 707. Unless of course..." She pauses, tapping her lower lip, then shakes her head. "No, no, definitely best you get some rest." She flicks a hand. "Go on, you're already stressed enough as it is."\n\nYou stare at her for a moment, mind racing with all sorts of possibilities of what she could have been about to suggest, before finally just nodding and heading out of the medical bay. You wander back towards the lift you took to get there, stepping inside. "Um, deck seven."\n\nThe console chirrups cheerfully and there's a faint sense of movement, and in only a few seconds the door slides open again. You wander out and along the hallway... or do you call them corridors or something when you're on a spaceship?... looking at the room numbers before finding 707. Taking a guess, you pass your hand in front of the little panel to one side of it and the door hisses open to let you through. The only thing in the decently large but almost completely open room that doesn't look like it was just standard issue with the ship is the blue-haired girl sitting on the end of the bed, hands folded in her lap.\n\nYou blink. "Oh, Ami. Sorry, I thought Dr. Trace said my room was 707... or did I read it wrong?"\n\n"No, no, this is your... Cypher's... your..." She huffs a bit and puts a hand to her head briefly. "My room is next door. I'm sorry for coming in without asking. But I needed to speak with you urgently." Ami shifts in place a little bit, nervousness radiating off of her. "Cypher was... I suppose it might be a bit of a stretch to say 'kind to me', but he always treated me like he did everyone else. He left me alone and never ordered me around or commanded me. Whoever is... well, whoever is in that body, I'm still registered as their property, and I needed to know..."\n\nShe trails off, looking away. You remember what Dr. Trace said about artificial lifeforms... they can be set to full sentience like Ami is, or to something called "Turing Emulation" where they just act like personality, or you can switch their personality off entirely. Meaning that in either of the last two cases, she'd follow your commands, no matter what they were. The dark side of teenage lust rises up and whispers in your ear that you could easily have a completely obedient sex slave that would do whatever you could possibly want... which is clearly what she's worried about.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have her stay as she is.|Cypher1x8]]\n\n[[Set her to Turing Emulation.|CypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Set her to Obedience.|CypherPlaceholder]]

"Hey! Hey, no way is that fair, I want a dick too!" You grab Candy by the shoulders and start shaking her vigorously, your eyes wild.\n\n"Uwaaaaah!" she squeals, head wobbling back and forth and tits finally popping out of her top, and also wobbling back and forth.\n\n"I need a dick and I need it now!" you blurt.\n\n"Hello, I couldn't help but overhear," a noodly guy with blonde hair wearing a hoodie and a chestplate says, sliding over towards you.\n\nYou uppercut him across the room without even looking at him as you bolt to your feet. "This is pure injustice!"\n\n"I could not help but overhear, as did a significant portion of the party," Atalanta pipes up. "But if you sincerely feel the need for such a thing, they sell them in the party currency store."\n\n"E-eh?! Really?!" You wheel towards her, smiling brightly, then your face falls. "... Wait, didn't the instructions say not to add other magical accessories to my costume?"\n\n"These are specifically crafted to work in harmony with the Mystic Codes created by the Owner. If you want a dick so badly, you can-"\n\n"UUUUUUUUUUUWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Not even waiting for her to finish, you take off like a shot. Guided less by knowledge and more by some deep embedded instinct that drives you towards the potential of bagging one of the ridiculously hot people at this party, you race up the stairs leading to the monster fighting area. "UUUUUUUUUUUWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" you howl as you spot a group of pumpkin-headed skeletons, which actually wheel around towards you in surprise before you crash through them, sending loose bones flying everywhere as you snatch up the currency on your way up the next set of stairs. "OOORRRRRRRRRRRYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" you shriek as you charge down on a handful of painted oni, their faces blanching right before you crash through them and send them flying with as much ease as the skeletons.\n\nTwenty minutes later, you fling yourself to the front of the prize claim booth, your flustered, sweaty form, hard breathing, and wild eyes apparently upsetting the scantily-clad brown-skinned woman behind it since she instantly throws up her hands (causing her own tremendous breasts to bounce) and blurts out "Please don't kill me!"\n\n"Dick," you pant heavily, breasts heaving and half out of your costume. "Want... buy... dick."\n\n"O-oh. Um, well, thank you for not killing me. J-just one moment, please, I need to get the other shopkeeper," she says, stepping back nervously. At you jerking your head up she twitches back and again blurts "Don't kill me!" before hurrying to add, "Th-they're just a specialist at adding dicks to women, that's all, the Owner insisted on it!" Then she turns and scurries away.\n\nA second later she's replaced by a tall, pretty man with scruffy white hair and slightly elaborate robes, who smiles at you in a way that makes you want to punch him even though you're not entirely sure why. "Hello, I understand you wish to buy one of the 'add-ons' from the party store?"\n\n"Yeah," you answer, having managed to catch your breath by now and put yourself back in some semblance of order, complete with tugging on the straps of your costume to get them back in place. You dump a large number of copper, silver, and gold-colored plastic medallions onto the countertop. "Here, this is what I earned, is this enough?"\n\n"Oh my my my, this is actually more than enough," he answers genially. "You can buy any of the 'add-ons' we have with this! It's merely a matter of picking which you like!"\n\nYou start to open your mouth to say you don't care, then close it. ... Why wouldn't you care? This is a unique opportunity to actually pick your dick, as it were. "Uh, well, I mean, what've you got?"\n\n"The Owner has crafted a number of lovely offerings for this evening, including the 'Mega Man', the 'Gemini', the 'Centaur', and the 'Anaconda'. However, if you were of a mind to take on the excitement and risk of random chance, there's a very special gacha just for this sort of thing. Throw your funds in and let the Random Numbers God decide what sort of endowment you'll possess this evening!"\n\n<hr>\n[[The Mega Man.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[The Gemini.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[The Centaur.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[The Anaconda.|BuddyFHP2x3]]\n\n[[... Oh what the hell. Gacha!|BuddyFHP6x1]]

Seriously, it looks just like the phaser rifles from one of the later movies, all sleek and deadly-seeming. You reach out, curious as to how the textured-looking grip actually feels. The moment you touch it, the lights dim and a pulsing red light starts shining, a particular siren wail sounding. You jump, thinking there must have been some sort of alarm attached to the display... then realize you're not just touching the rifle, you're holding it. And you're also standing in a corridor, people in uniforms clustered around you, aiming similar-looking prop rifles one direction. \n\nYou stare at them, then look down at yourself. This... is not your body. This is the body of a fairly compact woman, wearing a black and yellow uniform. You swallow heavily, not sure what's going on, but having a very bad feeling about it. You're yanked from your shock and worry by one of the other uniformed people (a redhaired woman) calling "Here they come!"\n\nYour head yanks up to stare down the corridor, and a little shudder of fear runs down your back as you see red laser lights pierce the slightly foggy air. The dark figures that round the corner are familiar, but, well... lewder. Their main bodies are completely covered in what looks like black rubber, the females with huge, stiff molded rubber breasts, the males with jutting, massive strapon-like black rubber members. Only their arms and legs are completely covered in cybernetic armor, more implants dotting their faces here and there.\n\nThe other security officers open fire, red-orange beams of light streaking out and striking the incoming Borg(?), causing them to collapse to the floor. After a moment, you make yourself start shooting as well, your body's reflexes taking over and striking several drones right in center mass. Then you see one of your blasts strike a shimmering purple forcefield that appears over a drone's jutting rubber tits.\n\n"They've adapted!" the redhead calls, looking over at you, green eyes showing the beginnings of panic. "Commander! What do we do?!"\n\nUhhhh...\n\n<hr>\n[[F-fall back!|TrekF2x1]]\n\n[[Hold the line!|TrekF1x1]]

"Listen," you say, raising one hand, then blinking at it. Didn't you have your gun in that hand? You glance down and find it on your hip. Must be magnetic or... something. You look back up at the blonde, who's now staring at you. "Listen, I know this may be hard to believe, but... I don't know who you are, or where I am. Or, for that matter, who this 'Cypher' guy is. My name is Eric."\n\n"Your accent, it's..." She stares at you for another moment, then moves forward, bringing out a handheld device a bit bigger than a smartphone from one pocket of her coat. Pulling a cable from one end of it, she plugs it into a port on the side of your suit.\n\n"Er..."\n\nShe ignores you as text begins crawling across her screen... not that you can read any of it. "No. No, the suit hasn't recorded any head injuries. Could it have somehow missed something...?"\n\n"No, listen, I didn't hit my head. ... Though, okay, I guess that's reasonable to suspect when someone says they've lost their memory. But I haven't really lost my memory, I'm a whole other person, I-"\n\n"Whoever you are, we'll need to get you into the medical bay so we can find out more about this situation. Please, come with me." She turns and begins making her way down the hallway, and you sigh and follow. The lighting here is a pure white without being glaring, the walls tan and a little worn-seeming, as is the maroon carpet under your feet. Doors dot the hallways occasionally, and as the two of you pass one, it opens and a girl with long, straight electric blue hair and red eyes steps out of it. She's wearing a zip-up grey vest and a white pleated skirt, blue thigh-high stockings, and some sort of white sneakers with no visible fasteners. She's slender and looks like she might be seventeen or so, and you notice some odd markings around her elbows and the bits you can see of her shoulders, as if the skin had seams around the joints.\n\n"Oh, hello Doctor. I heard Cyper was back. Hello, Cypher." She smiles at you. "Did everything go well?"\n\nBefore you can answer, the blonde woman... apparently a doctor?... turns to the girl. "Ami, you have known Cypher for longer than the rest of us. Has he ever mentioned anyone named 'Eric', or had any episodes of dementia or similar?"\n\n"Eric? Um, no." Ami's dark red eyes widen some. "There were some bounties named Eric, I think, but nothing was special about any of them. He's never had any episodes of..." She trails off and turns towards you. "Cypher, is everything alright?!"\n\n"Look, my name's <i>Eric</i>," you say, trying not to let it come out too harsh. "I've been trying to explain but she insisted on a medical scan first."\n\n"W-well, I think that might be for the best..." Ami bites her white-painted lower lip a little. "Don't you, Cy-... um... Eric?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sigh. Agree, so she doesn't cry.|Cypher1x5]]\n\n[[No! Hell with the blue-haired bitch, hell with the big-titted bitch, you're going to be HEARD!|Cypher4x1]]

You wake up to a light clanking sound and a faint hissing, Sierra's voice chirping, "Docking in Meridian's Bay Two complete! Air is now shared, systems synced, prisoner is transferred from databanks to holding cell five. Thank you for choosing Sierra Spacelines today! Heheh, have a good nap, boss?"\n\n"Uh, yeah. Thanks, Sierra." You turn the chair to face towards the back of the ship and push yourself out of it. The airlock door slides up again, a short ramp leading down almost directly to a doorway. You glance to the sides as you head down the ramp, not actually able to see much of Sierra from the outside... looks like she fits into Bay Two by a matter of inches.\n\nAs you approach the door it slides open, and you almost stumble at who's behind it. She's tall, blonde, wearing an <i>extremely</i> tight and form-fitting blue bodysuit, and has breasts almost as big as your head. The rest of her body is pretty nice too, long legs, curvy hips, and a pretty face, blue eyes peering at you from behind round glasses without earpieces, her hair pulled up into a sort of "ducktail" behind her head, save for two escaped falls drifting over the front of her ears.\n\n"It sounds like your run went well, Cypher," she says cheerfully, her voice smooth and a little low, with a strange accent that sounds a little bit Russian but not really. "Anything I should know about?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fake it.|CypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fess up.|Cypher1x4]]

"Uh." You blink, staring up and around. You definitely seem to be in some sort of ship. The interior sort of reminds you of a Runabout from <i>Deep Space 9</i> just... bigger. And brighter. And comfier-looking. You use a hand to push yourself up and then get to your feet, staring around for another moment, then looking towards the empty front of the ship. "... Home? I mean, take us home, I guess."\n\n"You got it, boss! Setting course for the Meridian! Calculated flight time today, assuming good dark matter flow and that the wormhole we used on the way here is still open, two hours ten minutes. Want me to play some music or load up a sim or anything?"\n\n"Er, no. That's okay." You move to the front of the ship and settle cautiously into one of the brown leather chairs. You stare out at the stars rushing past, torn between amazed that you seem to actually be <i>flying through space</i> and being dumbstruck that any of this is happening. You look down at the panel in front of you, and decide to do your absolute best to not touch it. You do notice the name at the top, and decide to take a chance. "Uh, hey... Sierra...?"\n\n"Yeah, boss, what's up?" You wonder if she's always this cheerful. She's got an awfully cute voice though, reminds you of some of the hyper girls you knew back in junior high.\n\n"Is there a mirror or anything around here?"\n\n"You want flat or full rendering?"\n\n"Um." You blink. "Flat is fine."\n\n"On your left, then!"\n\nYou turn to your left and stare as a flat pane materializes in midair, shimmering silver before becoming a reflective surface, as if a perfectly flat physical mirror were floating there. Then you stare even more at the face that's looking back at you. It's... not <i>entirely</i> dissimilar to yours. It is kinda skinny and a little more cute than handsome, but it's got stronger cheeks and a more powerful set to the eyes than you did. Pointier chin, though. Very blonde hair and very blue eyes. Could be a few years older than you, you suppose. You raise a hand to rub at your chin, then cast your gaze downward at the sort-of-like-rubber-but-not feel of the suit's textured black gloves, where they're not covered with white and blue panels.\n\n"Thanks, Sierra, enough with the mirror," you mutter, turning the chair to stare out at the stars again.\n\n"You okay, boss? A lot of your biometric readings are really weird, but I'm not detecting any injuries..."\n\n"I..." You trail off, then pinch the bridge of your nose. "... tired," you murmur in lieu of reply.\n\n"Want me to switch on the sleep inducer?" Sierra's voice asks, her tone now gentle and concerned.\n\n"... Yeah, sure." You sit back in the chair, and almost immediately begin to feel drowsy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to sleep.|Cypher1x3]]

Obviously whatever's going on, this... this <i>body</i> had a reason for running the direction it was going and taking this dude with it. You swing the pistol you're holding around to face behind you, squeezing off a short burst of fat blue bolts of energy, forcing the incoming enemies to dive out of the way. Firming your grip on the silver band you're holding, you take off running down the hallway in the direction you were facing when you arrived. You turn out to be pretty fast, or maybe it's the suit, your "luggage" feeling quite light in your hand.\n\nYou occasionally whip around to fire off another few bursts towards your attackers, not quite trusting yourself to shoot over your shoulder or angle your arm back like an action hero. You round a corner and spot a different sort of hallway junction, and beyond it a room lit by warm, faintly yellowish light, the walls and floor a clean white color with light brown accoutrements, rather than the dim, almost greyish lighting and dark silver corridors here. You have to figure that's where you're going.\n\nAs if to confirm your supposition, a girl's voice chirps in your ear, "C'mon, boss, you're almost back! Better hurry, they're right behind you!"\n\nReaching the junction, you hurl yourself forward through the air, hauling your prisoner(?) along with you. Both of you thud heavily to the clean grey carpet on the floor, and a white door with a single four-sided window smaller on the top than bottom sliding closed behind you. You see another door slam down on the other side, then there's a rumble and a faint feeling of motion. You see the other door growing further away, and then turning into a massive black ship. Your eyes widen as you see the curling tines coming out of the center of its sleek center body, making the whole thing look like a massive black spider. Just as suddenly there's a hiss and a number of quiet snapping noises, and your helmet parts in front and retracts into the back of the suit's neck. You gasp as if coming up for air despite not having had any difficulties breathing, just shocked to abruptly not feel enclosed anymore.\n\n"Good job, boss!" the girl's voice chirps cheerfully, now coming from all around you. "I'll just put this away," she adds in the same cheery tone. You turn your head to stare as the frightened man you were holding dissolves into yellow sparkles. "There, stored and logged! So where to now, boss?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Uh, home, I guess?|Cypher1x2]]\n\n[[I don't care, just get us out of here!|CypherPlaceholder]]

Ah, so it looks like you can alter your own stats too... at least here, presumably to make it easier to get into Tifa's panties. You tap the selection and notice that it already has presets for you to use, your Charisma score currently set to 75 on a scale of 1-99. You notice there are some lower settings too... charisma must affect more than your ability to be charming, you can't quite see why anyone would want to make themselves <i>less</i> charming in a game that's obviously about getting laid.\n\n<hr>\n[[Set to 1 ("Shota").|FF7X]]\n\n[[Set to 80 ("Domineering").|FF7X1x1]]\n\n[[Set to 85 ("Convincing").|FF7X20x1]]\n\n[[Set to 99 ("Compelling").|FF7X11x1]]\n\n[[Set to 100 ("Object of Worship").|FF7X10x2]]

You waffle over it for a bit longer, but finally decide that it's better to address it head-on if there are any lingering issues between the two of you. You get up from bed and head out, padding barefoot down the hall and stairs.\n\nYou don't see your mother anywhere in the living room, and the light's not on in the kitchen. You frown a little, wondering where else she could be... until you notice that the back door is unlocked. Blinking some and wondering what she'd be doing out there, you walk over to peer out one of the windows... and feel your jaw go slack at what you see.\n\nNamely that your mother is on all fours in the grass, wearing a set of pretty purple lingerie she apparently considered bedtime wear. Or rather, wearing most of it, the lacy purple panties are down around her thighs. Probably because with her is one of the neighborhood strays that sometimes makes its way into the backyard. Normally your mother shouts at them from her window to get out of the yard... instead this time she's moaning as it pounds its glistening red cock into her pussy, panting in her ear and drooling on her shoulder as it fucks her, making the pretty, mature woman that's so often shouted 'Get lost!' at it into his bitch. The big mottle-furred beast is really letting her have it, too, as if he were actually paying her back for all of those times she chased him off by slamfucking the daylights out of her pussy... and to judge from the way juices are soaking her thighs and her eyes are rolling in her head, she's accepting her chastisement with relish.\n\nAmazing. You'd kind of wondered if she was actually getting turned-on hearing about your experience... it looks like not only was she, but that when she saw the stray invading the yard again, her curiosity and arousal got the better of her and she decided she had to try out doggy dick for herself. And from the looks of it, she's not exactly disappointed in the experience. You suppose you ought to-\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay in and watch.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Go out and watch.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Go out and join in.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Talk to her about it tomorrow.|GGDog15x3]]\n\n[[Record some video.|GGDog]]

That seems very odd. Pulling on a pair of houseshoes, you hurry out of your room and down the stairs. Since you're only intending to take a quick peek, you don't bother with a jacket, instead just hugging yourself a bit as you step out into the snowy night, shivering a little as your nipples quickly harden into pebbles beneath the thin shirt.\n\nYou peer up, frowning a little. It certainly does look like someone or something is on your roof! You glance around and notice that you left the ladder up after putting up one last accent of Christmas lights. Perhaps not thinking your plans all the way through, you grab the rungs and haul yourself up.\n\nYour roof has a fairly steep slope, but for some reason you don't find it particularly cumbersome to step up onto it... in fact it's a bit like a broad, flat plane instead. Dismissing it as an adrenaline high, you make your way over to the other side of the roof to find the intruder... and stare.\n\nThere's a big, shiny red sleigh resting at one end of the roof. And despite the fact that your roof shouldn't necessarily be long enough to accommodate them all, there's a team of reindeer...\n\n... men.\n\nThey're all upright, with well-built chests and broad shoulders. Though they have muzzles and horns and hooves and cream-and-brown fur, they all have lovely expressive eyes in a range of shades, and otherwise seem fairly human in form... most of which is shown off, since all they're wearing are criss-crossing leather straps over their chests with jingle bells attached, and bright red leather briefs that show off the impressive bulges they're packing.\n\nWhile you're still staring and trying to process the presence of thirteen reindeer hunks on your roof (or anywhere at all, for that matter), the one in the lead turns towards you. He looks much like all the others, maybe a bit more slender and sleek. There's a fairly large clue to his identity... his nose is glowing red. It's not bulbous and round like some of the cartoons you've seen, but looks just as soft and smooth and velvety as the others, just... shining. He gives you a rather rakish grin and a bit of a wave.\n\n"Hey there, you must be the lady that lives here, right?"\n\nOnce you've swallowed down the urge to blurt 'You can TALK?!' and managed to nod numbly, he continues. "Well I'm Rudy, and I'm glad you're here. See, Santa's had a bit of an issue and, well..." He gestures, and you turn your head to look. A pair of legs clad in red velvet with white fur trim is sticking out of the top of your chimney, shiny black boots kicking in the air. "It happens about once a year, m'afraid. We'd pull him out, but we're all magically bound to the sleigh... we can't undo our own bindings. Safety reasons, y'know." He turns a bit to show off where a set of leather straps runs from the long beam in front of the sleigh up to attach to the back of his jingle bell harness. "But if you could go back there to the sleigh and untie the main knot, we'd all be able to work together and have the old man out of there in a jiffy. Whaddya say, want to save Christmas?"\n\nYour eyes widen. You... you could save Christmas?! This is all probably a really weird dream, but still, that's so... that's so Christmas movie! Though something makes you hesitate... maybe it's something about 'Rudy's' manner, he kind of reminds you of a few charmingly slick ex-boyfriends who had a propensity for talking you out of your panties even when you were mad at them. You're not entirely sure you trust him...\n\n<hr>\n[[Untie the whole team.|HollyXmas11x1]]\n\n[[Just untie Rudy.|HollyXmas10x1]]\n\n[[Help Santa yourself.|HollyXmas5x3]]

Druids have a nice mix of support abilities and combat acumen, plus they get animal companions, which is always cool, you decide. You click the class selection, and the character model of the elf changes to have green-tinted glowing eyes and hair, her outfit turning from that gauzy robe into what can only be described as a leather bikini top and loincloth. Still barefoot, too.\n\nYou'd expect to go on to character customization, instead you find yourself staring at a list of traits. So this is the new thing for the big free update? Seems a little puny.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's trait!</center>\n\n[[Friend to Beasts|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character has a deep connection to all beasts great and small, and these creatures will show favor to your character. But this care for creatures must be shown by your character regularly, lest they incur nature's wrath. (Sounds like you'll draw less aggro from certain monsters, but in return you've gotta offer up some resources to a ritual or something, or you'll draw more aggro instead.)\n\n[[Close Companion|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character's bond to their companion beast is closer than most, beginning right from the start of your character's path to glory. But should you forsake this bond for any other, the consequences could be dire. (So you'd get your animal companion from the start instead of waiting for level ten or whenever, but can't switch it out for another one later? Seems fair.)\n\n[[Heart of the Order|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character is a member of the Order of the Worldheart, the cross-faction coalition of druids. However, should your character neglect their duties, they may lose their membership... and such a thing is not lightly set aside. (So you get to join an extra player area, probably with exclusive vendors, but if you don't do the quests you lose out and maybe get special enemy spawns or something.)

"Oh, not really," you answer in a philosophical tone. "I guess I'm getting to where it isn't as much fun to go to parties and stay out late."\n\n"C'mon, you're not like ancient or anything," Selina scoffs. \n\n"No no, it's true," you reply with an easy laugh. "I may not be 'ancient' but still, you get to a point where you don't want to stay out 'til all hours. Don't want to turn into a pumpkin!"\n\n"Yeah, well I-" Felicity starts, pausing to sip her pumpkin punch, then smacking her lips a little. "Huh, that tasted a lot stronger."\n\nYou and Selina obligingly take a sip of your own drinks and then make surprised noises. "Well, it's a mix, maybe it took time to properly blend."\n\n"Do you think that's..." Selina trails off, then makes a face. "Actually it's really kind of a strong aftertaste too, huh? Like, everything tastes like pumpkin."\n\n"Totally." Felicity answers. Then she blinks, realizing that you and her friend are both staring at her. "... What? What is it?"\n\nThe reason both of you are staring is that she's steadily turning orange. It's a pale color of it at first, but it stands out more against her furry black bikini, casting her even more obviously into stark Halloween colors. She glances down at herself, and yelps in shock at the sight of her orange skin, then looks up and yelps again, pointing frantically at you and Selina. You look down at your hands and find out that they too have turned orange.\n\n"Holy crap, what's it doing to us?!" Selina blurts, only to suddenly moan as she staggers to her feet, you and Felicity jumping up along with her. Selina clutches her belly with both arms... as it steadily begins to bloat and expand beneath the snug black fabric of her witch dress. You let out a sharp gasp as you can feel your own stomach swelling, clutching it with both hands as it starts to grow. Since Felicity has nothing hiding her own belly, you can actually see it growing as she clutches at it, the skin there taking on a smooth, waxy appearance with faint dimples, parts of it expanding outward further to leave it with faint, broad ridges. A moment later your dress splits open in front, spilling out your own stiff, expanding stomach and its firm, smooth ridges.\n\n"Oh God, what's..." Selina gasps out as her own dress stretches further and further up, riding up enough to show her snug black panties on her now orange hips. "What's happening to...?!" Then the dress splits much as you did, sliding to the sides of her belly, and she shrieks some as she looks down. "It's a pumpkin!"\n\nYour brain had been trying to reject the idea, but it quickly becomes obvious that that's exactly what it is. You stagger and wobble as your growing pumpkin-belly gets larger and heavier, until you topple forward and land on it with a loud thud, soon followed by two slightly smaller ones as Selina and Felicity, too, can no longer support the weight. Your dress continues to tear open with the steady growth and expansion of your belly, and now your hips and boobs as well, which come spilling out of your top, a rich orange color and taking on pumpkin ridges and shapes. Felicity's bikini bottoms snap open as her ass and hips change, flashing her bare, surprisingly wet pussy, her bikini top the next to go as her own pumpkin-tits expand and grow.\n\n"No, no, I don't want to be a pumpkin!" she protests with a despairing moan as she looks over at Selina and you similarly losing your panties, your witch dresses splitting off completely, leaving the three of you naked as you swell and expand further. "But why does it feel so good?!"\n\nYou can't really argue with her, partly because the pleasure you're feeling running through you has kept you from more than a few token struggles and moans of protest. It feels good to have your belly-bottom pressing against the floor, it feels good to have your fat pumpkin tits getting heavier and sliding further down your body, pleasure is running through your waxy skin and the stringy wet strands and seeds that more and more make up your insides. You run your hands mindlessly over the sleek, almost squeaky-smooth pumpkin skin of your belly as your feet are lifted off the floor, toes dangling in the air, arousal running down the waxy orange skin of your pumpkin-belly where it juts out below your thighs. You can feel a pressure in your back, and from watching the girls as they change, you know it must be the stem growing up from your back, thin, curling green vines starting to grow outward from it, tickling along your body as they sprout broad leaves on their way down.\n\n"Turning into a pumpkin," Selina groans faintly as her arms and legs start to darken, turning brown and rough-textured, like thick stem-vines connected towards her shrinking central body. "I'm... a pumpkin..."\n\n"We turned into pumpkins," Felicity agrees with a whimper, as if still somehow disbelieving, even as her head sinks slowly into her bulbous lower body and disappears, her pumpkin-tits settling to the ground at her base.\n\n'It's not even that late,' you think distantly as you can feel your own head slowly sinking into your rind, your last view that of your fellow pumpkins sitting in the living room.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HollyOct4axEnd]]

"I think we should go to Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland," you announce with a grin, glancing around.\n\n"But, like, didn't that place close down <i>years</i> ago, man?" Skinny asks with a blink, as if worried he might have some large amount of missing time.\n\n"Yeah, there were a lot of rumors about the owner of the franchise going crazy while he was building it, putting in a ton of weird and inappropriate stuff, and a bunch of unsafe attractions made by his weird scientist friend," you reply, waggling your fingers. Ted and Tanya are starting to look practically giddy at the idea of a creepy, weird abandoned amusement park, while Skinny looks as mournful as ever. "There's lots of urban legends about people going missing there, the attractions moving by themselves at night, lights and laughter, all that jazz."\n\n"Sounds like a plan!" Ted says excitedly. It's pretty clear that he couldn't care less whether there's anything paranormal there, he just wants to see it. That's okay, you're pretty much in the same boat.\n\n"I dunnoooo, maaan, isn't that like, trespassing? You know how my probation is, man..."\n\n"Reh reh, robrashun!" Wooly huffs, looking up at his master with obvious concern.\n\n"You know, there's probably still working cotton candy machines and stuff," you muse aloud, both scrawny man and brawny dog perking up at that.\n\nAn hour later, the Monster Magnet is rumbling across a broken, pitted parking lot to pull up to the front gate of Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland. The front gate and turnstiles are fashioned out of a large statue of the namesake character, though the years of absolutely no upkeep have not been kind to it. Its eyes have bleached completely white in the sun, and the rest of the colors have run and streaked with light and rain, leaving it looking rather zombie-esque. Looking past it at the park's interior, you find yourself thinking it looks more like a circus that put down semi-permanent roots rather than a proper amusement park, just to judge by the simplistic attractions and gaudy, hand-painted exteriors.\n\n"I don't like this, maaaan," Skinny whimpers, desire for looted snacks apparently briefly forgotten in the face of actually being here. "I mean, aren't they supposed to try really hard to board these places up and, like, manage their liability or something?"\n\n"Not something this company's known for," you comment dryly. "I've heard they don't even pay security for their restaurants very well, no way they're gonna bother with something like this that they've washed their hands of."\n\n"This is gonna make a great blog entry," Ted enthuses, and you silently agree. "Okay, gang, let's split up!"\n\nYou sigh. "Why do we <i>always</i> have to split up?"\n\n"We can do more damage that way. I mean, get more pictures faster."\n\n<hr>\n[[Encourage everyone to stick together.|WilmaFunPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fine, go off on your own.|WilmaFun4x1]]\n\n[[Girls night out! Stick with Tanya.|WilmaFun1x1]]\n\n[[You kinda promised Skinny cotton candy, maybe help him look for some.|WilmaFunPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Tag along with Ted anyway.|WilmaFun]]

It's not necessarily that you'd characterize your thoughts as 'Chase chase chase chase chase!' because that's really more dog than cheetah, but the sight of that fleeing car just stirs some sort of instinct in you that you can't ignore, and almost before you realize it you've leapt off the sidewalk and barreled after it, leaning forward and pumping your arms, tail streaming out after you.\n\nCars are already getting out of the speeding convertible's path, especially with its owners occasionally laying on the horn or firing a few rounds into the air, so you have a nice clear path to follow, gradually gaining on the black car as it heads towards the edge of town. Your heart is beating so fast it's practically vibrating in your chest, your blood is rushing in your ears, and you've never been happier as you close in on it, arms pumping as you gain on them.\n\nBoth women glance to the side, their mouths obviously falling open in shock under the thin layer of black cloth covering most of their faces, and their bare eyes widening. You're not sure if it's over the sight of a humanoid cheetah, or the fact that he's keeping pace with a car doing ninety. You grin broadly at them, showing a lot of teeth, not trying to be intimidating, you're just honestly that damn thrilled with this.\n\nHm, you've got a decent reach now plus all this agility, with the top down like that you could just [[grab the bags|QOHPT10x1]] full of their ill-gotten gains. On the other hand it looks like they're not wearing their seatbelts, so you could just [[grab the crooks|QOHPT6x9]] instead.

Spotting something out of the corner of your eye, you give a loud whistle and a little jerk of your head towards the front. Both women yank their eyes off of you to look forward, then scream at the realization that they're about to run out of road, large concrete squares set up in front of a (currently empty) fountain plaza.\n\nYou leap up and plant your feet briefly on the top of the backseat, reaching forward to grab the masked women by the back of their vest collars, then leaping high and backflipping, yanking them both free of the vehicle and tumbling through the air with them. The car slams headlong into the barriers, smashing partway through them before the momentum causes the back end to flip upwards, the car arcing through the air in a shower of concrete pebbles before smashing upside-down into the fountain. You land in a light crouch, letting the women thump to the ground on either side of you with your hands still gripping their clothing collars. You snicker a little at the sight of dollar bills starting to circulate through the water, then glance down at the bank robbers. Looks like they're both pretty stunned, not likely to give you much trouble even if they still had their guns.\n\nYou should turn them over to [[the long arm of the law|QOHPT]]! ... On the other hand, all that running and excitement really has your blood pumping, and as you look at the pair, you realize they're definitely rather attractive under the somewhat baggy tactical-style clothing. With your chest heaving and your heart beating and your tail lashing, you can also feel your cock starting to stir some in your tight shorts. Maybe instead you should give them a taste of [[the long cock of the vigilante|QOHPT6x10]].

The Doll Room is where you store slaves captured via the Vulcanizer. In keeping with the idea that it's for displaying dolls, it's well-lit and warmly toned, though the fact that it's made for displaying sex dolls does lend it a sort of innate "porn store" vibe. Of course the slight clash was a bit what you were going for... makes you feel a bit like you're using a sex doll in the middle of a ritzy department store.\n\nThe walls are lined with stands designed to accomodate sex dolls in their most default position, though the slight recesses in the wall can also be outfitted with various armatures and stands to allow for them to be posed should you wish.\n\n<<if $plushbrit is true>>The [[plush doll that was once Britanny Diggers|Capture-DollBrit]] has been placed on one of the stands. Left in the default position, its hands are raised out to the sides of its head and its legs are spread wide and bent, showing off the pink fabric slit and little rubber pucker between its legs. Its tail is raised up in a perfect curlicue behind it, its smiling sewn-on face beaming out at the rest of the room.<<endif>>\n\n<hr>\n[[Lower Level.|Capture-HabLL]]

You take a few deep breaths, forcing yourself to slow down when you realize you're wanting to pant again. This... is probably not a big deal, it can't be permanent, right? They wouldn't allow them to test it on humans if this sort of thing were permanent... right?\n\nIt's not like you feel bad though. Actually, you feel... pretty good. You turn back and forth in front of the mirror, unable to help posing and flexing a little. Other than the weirdness of looking like an animal, you're... kind of hot. Your shoulders have broadened some but you're overall still lean, but obviously still muscular. You've got great legs and a firm, perky butt (even if it is fuzzy and has a tail above it). And the more you stand here, the more you realize you're filled with energy. Like, a really good night's sleep plus a sugar buzz plus a caffeine high plus last day of school energy. \n\nYeah, you'll be fine, you decide, even grinning as you set your hands on your hips. This'll wear off, but until then, why not enjoy it? For the first time since you can remember, you're filled with the urge to be active, do something, get out there-\n\nYou pause. But is that a good idea? Won't people freak out if they see you? Part of your brain is whispering 'who cares?', it's excited, it wants to <i>do stuff</i>. Still maybe it would be better to stay inside until it wears off. But you still wanna <i>do stuff</i>! ... You glance down, unable to help licking your lips a bit in anticipation at the sight of your cock, which had been starting to soften a little with you not paying attention to it, but now twitches back to full hardness. Well, you know one thing you could do if you stayed in your room...\n\nStill, part of you protests, is that how you want to spend your time with this amazing transformation? Literally just jerking off? There are better things to do! Still...\n\n<hr>\n[[Jerk off.|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Go for a run.|QOHPT6x5]]\n\n[[Show off to someone.|QOHPT]]

You can feel energy quivering in your muscles, urging you to move around, be active, and most of all run run run! You're practically trembling with excitement as you decide to indulge the urge, your tail lashing in happiness as you hurry back out into the room, not even noticing that you practically teleport over the short distance from your bathroom to your closet. \n\nYou quickly dig out the high-end running shoes you begged your parents for when you briefly thought you might go out for cross-country running, along with a pair of socks. You've pulled the socks on and are about to put on the shoes when you realize you're sort of missing something else. ... Oops. Part of you whispers 'Don't care!' but you quickly drag out a pair of black bike shorts and haul them on. Luckily your cock's softened by now, though it and your balls do make a rather noticeable bulge in the front of the shorts. You wiggle them around so that they're settled under your tail without chafing it, and call it good. You pull on the shoes nice and tie them good and tight, then consider. After a moment you open your window, then leap out of it, doing a light tumble and landing deftly on the balls of your feet. ... Eeeeee! This is the best!\n\nYou glance back and forth. Let's see... if you go one way, you'll come to the interstate soon enough. This time of day it should be pretty empty... you could <i>definitely</i> cut loose and see how fast you can go there! Still, the better sense part of your brain urges caution... the interstate is dangerous! You're better off going the other way and running through town, even if it might freak some people out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Run down the highway.|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Run through town.|QOHPT6x7]]

You do like cherry-flavored stuff, and most cherry sodas are pretty "eh". You weren't alive when this stuff was out originally but you've seen a lot of chatter on the internet about how much everyone loved it when it was out originally. (Which makes it kind of weird that they quit making it, huh? Ah well.) You select the 'Cherry Cheetah' and fill out your address, then send it in. You wait just a moment, considering what to do with yourself now... it seems weird to just go back to fiddling around on the computer. But since you don't see a lot of other options or reason to wait, that's exactly what you do.\n\nAbout an hour later, you hear your mother call, "Jamie! Package for you!"\n\nYou blink. Did you order anything? You're pretty sure you'd remember if you had, since you don't exactly have your own credit card. You get up and head downstairs, looking at the white box on the entryway table. The logo in the corner says 'AppAssure Industries'. ... Wait, did it really mean it when it said delivery in hours?! ... They must be using drones or something. Shrugging, you pick up the box (which is a bit heavier than you'd expect for a six-pack of soda, not to mention being longer. You carry it upstairs to open it, blinking as you see what's inside... namely, another white box. Or rather, some sort of white cooler or container, in the shape of a long, rather thin rectangle. You wiggle it out of the box and clear some room on your desk to set it down, then swing open the top.\n\nYou have to admit, you're pretty impressed by the waft of fog and the distinct cold sensation that comes pouring out. You peek in, and there it is, a single file row of cans, the red color on the sides just visible below the silver circles of the top. You finger one out, resisting the urge to toss it from hand to hand at how cold it is, and swing the lid of the cooler back closed. The can's side has the sort of wacky, wobbly, eye-gouging lettering you'd expect of something targeted at kids from the eighties, with a cartoon cheetah face with a huge 'hyuk-hyuk' grin next to it. No nutritional information, though... well, it is a tester product.\n\nYou reach for the pulltab, then pause. Your mom loves cherry-flavored stuff too... and this stuff was around when she was younger, right? She might actually be more qualified to say whether it tastes 'right' than you, maybe you should offer her the first can.\n\n<hr>\n[[Drink it yourself.|QOHPT6x3]]\n\n[[Offer it to your mom.|QOHPT]]

You scream as Herschel drops you down onto both his cock and his son's. Both horsecocks are shoved deep into your ass, your stomach bulging up with the shape of one of them as your hole is stretched around both of them. Whatever it is that keeps it from hurting still seems to be in effect, because the feeling of being stretched around too equine-sized dongs is too much for you. You grit your teeth, your eyes rolling up in your head as your cock begins shaking wildly, firing jets of backed-up cum everywhere, splattering streamers onto both mascots. You scream again as they begin working you up and down and pumping their hips, those cocks sliding against each other as they stroke in and out of you, sliding around inside your gloriously stretched asshole.\n\n"So how do you feel about keepin' yer promises now?" Herschel chuckles.\n\n"I love it, I love it!" you squeal, your lips curled up in a brainless grin of pleasure as you start cumming entirely from your ass this time, your cock only giving a few twitches and dribbles in reaction. Your tongue lolls out as they work your helpless body over their throbbing foam peckers, the bulge in your belly showing how deep Harry is in you at any given time. "I'm a total ass slut, I'm an anal whore, I live to take it up the ass! Stretch me more, fuck me more, please!"\n\n"Gosh, pop, I think he, like, likes it'n'junk," Harry chuckles, his big mascot head looking down to where your nipples have perked up so hard that they've gone puffy, almost like a girl's.\n\n"I love it!" you mewl again ecstatically, tossing your head, your hair brushing back and forth in front of your face. "Oh god, my gods, oh fuck, cum in me, cum in my ass! Fill my worthless stupid bitch ass! Please, please, cum in me like the fucking whore I am!"\n\n"Well he did say please," Herschel says cheerfully, completely loosening his arms. You drop onto both their dicks so that their hardness is the only thing that's holding you up as both of them begin to spasm inside you. The hour of buildup means they're both backed up, and multiple loads of the incredible size you already saw before start pouring into your stretched asshole. While some of it drips out around them, most is kept in by their flared heads. The bulge outlining Harry's cock in your belly slowly disappears as your stomach rounds out, slowly pudging out, and then continuing on until you actually look like you're pregnant.\n\nYou gurgle happily, tongue still lolled out and eyes completely rolled up in your head as cum pushes up your throat and dribbles out over your sluttily-dangling tongue. Oh yes, you're definitely going to keep your promises from now on.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HaroldHorse8xEnd]]

"Hey, stop it!" you shout, squirming around and trying to shove Herschel away from you. "I'm not gonna take it up the ass!"\n\n"Hey! You, like, promised'n'junk!" Harry protests from underneath you.\n\n"Did he now?" Herschel's goofy voice sounds stern as his toon-gloved hands suddenly grab your wrists, pulling them behind your back. He ties them together with something as you feel fear course through you. "It's bad to break promises, I guess we're gonna hafta teach you to make good on what you say you'll do!"\n\nYou try to squirm away as he rolls you off of his son's back and leans down, grabbing you under the knees and standing back up. You wind up leaning back against his chest, your legs spread, your stiff cock resting back against your stomach while your virgin pucker is bared, open and vulnerable. Herschel's pink foam cock juts forward below you.\n\n"Well, g'wan, m'boy!" Herschel whinnies from beside your ear. "He promised you'd get your turn, so now you can take your turn!"\n\n"No!" you protest as Harry moves up between your spread legs, guiding his flared cockhead to your exposed asshole. He shoves up and forward and you cry out, expecting pain, but your voice actually carries pleasure. Despite your virginity being taken by a big cloth horsedick, it feels nothing but fantastic! You shake your head, trying to ignore how good it feels as Harry begins fucking your ass, whimpers of pleasure escaping you against your will as you squeeze your eyes shut.\n\n"Let dad have a turn teachin' 'im 'is lesson, Harold m'boy!" Herschel calls. Harry steps back from you, his cock dropping out of your ass and swaying back and forth. Herschel shifts his hold on you and jerks his hips a few times to fling his cock upright, then stuffs his even bigger rod into you, thrusting his hips and working his grip on your legs.\n\nFor over an hour they take turns, each horse mascot fucking you until he's whinnying and obviously on the verge of orgasm, only to pull out and let the other one take his turn for awhile. Your own cock throbs achingly, your balls overful, always on the very verge of cumming but held back by your own stubborn refusal to enjoy taking cock up the ass.\n\nHarry pulls out of your ass, panting, and neither of them move for several minutes. Then Herschel once again positions you over his own cock. But this time, Harry steps in and presses his cockhead up against his dad's. Your eyes widen as you realize what they're going to do!\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't take it! Pass out before they do it!|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[You can't take it! Cum when they do it!|HaroldHorse8x2]]

<div style="background:#eee;border:1px solid #ccc;padding:5px 10px;">Thank you for being a <s>gluttonous fatass</s> interested tester for AppAssure Industries' food and beverage division. We're always looking for new <s>fatty-fatty two-by-fours</s> discriminating palates willing to try our creations. Currently AppAssure Industries is only testing Zoo Juice Soda.\n\nYes, Testing Agent, we know you're excited. Zoo Juice Soda was an extremely popular line in the mid- to late-eighties. Its distinctive "zing" is still remembered by numerous people and the subject of numerous attempts to recreate it. (The Great Blueberry Flood of '98 is rumored to have been caused by one such attempt.) Well lucky for you, AppAssure Industries has secured the rights to the Zoo Juice Soda and is currently trying to recreate that "zing" with all of the Science at our command.\n\nPlease select one of the following flavors to receive a tester six-pack:\n\n[[Lemon-Lime Lion|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Cherry Cheetah|QOHPT6x2]]\n\n[[Wildberry Wolf|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Dragonfruit Devil|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Citrus Clydesdale|QOHPT]]</div>

"Probably just, y'know... the one time," you answer after a brief hesitation. You're not 100% sure that's the truth but it just seems the best answer. Obviously besides getting all turned-on last night you did have some time to think over the negative possibilities, so at the least you're not planning to rush right out and do it again... ... this week.\n\n"Alright. Um, so, alright, let's..." Your mother clears her throat, then nods. "We just won't mention this again and... that's that. Agreed?"\n\n"Yeah, agreed."\n\nThe two of you spend most of the rest of the day just acting normal. Which is obviously a little forced at first, but, the more you do it the easier it is, so eventually you do start feeling fairly normal. You distract yourself from any lingering thoughts of getting puppy pounded with other things, assuring yourself that over time things will settle back to normal. You had an amazing and... strange first time experience, and you'll leave it at that, you figure, since your mom seems to think that's the best option and you generally trust her judgement.\n\nThat night you've retired to bed as normal (deciding to ignore certain typical bedtime activities to keep your mind off of them) and have almost fallen asleep when you hear a faint creak from the hallway outside. You blink a little, then sit up slightly when you hear another creak closer to the stairs. Sounds like your mother is heading downstairs... but a glance at your clock shows that it's after midnight. She's never been the 'midnight snack' sort of person, that you're aware of, what's she doing up? ... Is she actually upset or something? Should you go check on her?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go.|GGDog15x2]]\n\n[[Stay.|GGDog16x1]]

Humiliation seems like an imminently satisfying idea. She seems to basically hate you because you're a "nobody"... well, you can show her that there's something worse than being a person nobody knows, and that's being someone <i>everybody</i> knows, just for all the wrong reasons!\n\nYou grin with Sandra's lips as you mentally go over some of the options... with at least one of them making you blush brightly as you think of it. All of them are pretty straightforward, and should be pretty easy to put into play. It's mostly just a question of how far you're willing to go, considering that you have to be in her body the entire time.\n\n[[Mild|QOBook]] - This would be pretty humiliating for her, but probably wouldn't destroy her socially... luckily it would still probably be enough to put off her plans to have you bullied. It wouldn't be that difficult for you, either... actually, you'd probably have a lot of fun!\n\n[[Moderate|QOBook]] - You're pretty sure this would be enough to get her completely kicked out of the top social circle for good, once it got out. She would definitely, absolutely not be able to organize a bullying campaign of you after this!\n\n[[Extreme|QOBook]] - Complete and utter social destruction. After this, she'd be lucky if she didn't have to change her name and move to another city! On the down side, you'd have to experience exactly what would do that to her reputation.

Something tickles the back of your brain, and leaves you looking over the end of the mural and the carved rubber spheres silently for a few minutes without immediate reply. Finally you say, "Smith, does it seem like something is... off... about this to you?"\n\n"Off?" Smith frowns, looking more closely at the mural. After a minute it apparently occurs to her. "There aren't any RubBorg depicted on the ground. No assimilation, no drones."\n\n"Could they have just left that out? Dramatic license?"\n\n"No, every culture we've documented as being wiped out or close to it by the RubBorg has had the destruction of individuality, or the perversion of collectivity, essentially burned into their cultural consciousness. There's no way it would be left out of a retelling like this, even for the oomph of discovering the spheres above." Smith frowns more deeply. "But that makes no sense. The RubBorg assimilate, they don't annihilate."\n\n"So. The precursors must have somehow... been too big of a threat to the Collective?" you muse. "To even try and make a part of it? I mean, it's either that, or..."\n\n"... Or?"\n\n"Or they somehow managed to <i>piss off</i> the Collective," you reply, glancing over and raising your eyebrows.\n\n"... Jones, you just keep offering me fresh new horrors to go with my day." Smith shakes her head, then nods. "Okay, so we've established the RubBorg were capable of taking out the Raptarrans' creators. Which probably means they could handle the Raptarrans. But what does that really make them...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A weapon.|TrekF]]\n\n[[A tool.|TrekF]]\n\n[[An ally.|TrekF]]

When you wake up, you're sore pretty much everywhere, to varying degrees. Parts of you are unpleasantly sore from having fallen asleep sprawled on the pilot's bench, while others are more pleasantly sore from having a Raptarran's body pounding against you and cock pounding into you. You also have a number of enjoyably stinging little scratches and bitemarks. Less enjoyable is the dehydration headache pounding away at you, and the general feeling of griminess and greasiness that is old, partially dried cum rather than fresh, gooey cum. You groan and sit up, glancing around. The viewscreen still shows the warp passage. Striped Trouble is back sitting on the captain's bench, settled in on himself and apparently asleep.\n\nYou walk over and run your hand gently up the top of his muzzle and over his head, making him give a soft rumble and slit open his eyes. His lips curl up briefly in a contented smirk, before his eyes close and he apparently settles back to sleep. Smirking as well, you turn and go to look for a galley... or a refreshment area. You find both combined in an area just off the bridge, with only the waste disposal area sealed off from the rest. Well, Raptarrans go around naked all the time anyway, you muse as you stand under a stream of hot water and scrub off the grime, presumably they don't care about someone getting a snack watching them shower. After you've washed off you use one of the tubes of wound-healing cream (man reading Raptarran is handy) and use it on most of your scratches... save the bite imprint running over your shoulder, back, and collarbone. Hell, you'll probably have that thing turned into a tattoo at first opportunity.\n\nThat thought has you positively chipper as you mess with the replicator, convincing it that yes, you do want to access the <i>cooked</i> meat menu. (Luckily it already has a lot of varieties of bacon programmed in, apparently even species that prefer their animals raw will make an exception for bacon.) You chuckle a bit to yourself as you make your way through the bacon sampler platter... who'd have thought you'd ever be positively giddy at the thought of an affectionate but extremely rough-sexed relationship with an alien dinosaur? But here you are.\n\nOnce you've disposed of the plate breakfast came on, you pad naked through the ship, doing a little exploring. It's sleek, a bit angular, and obviously new, every room you poke your head in looking effectively untouched. You 'hm' as you spot a door labeled 'Genetics Bay' and wander in. It looks a lot like the room Stripe took you to after he first freed you, save larger, with more tables, tubes, and various other equipment. You wander over to a panel to activate it, and almost jump out of your skin when a rough voice from above growls in Raptarran, "What do you want, human?"\n\nYou glance around, seeing nothing, then actually look at the ceiling. "Uh... who are you?"\n\n"I am the <i>Violator of Silver Star Elves</i>'s Raptarran Artificial Intelligence Personality Engram," the voice, which for some reason makes you think it should be reciting Shakespeare, replies in a grumpy tone.\n\n"'RAIPE', huh?" you reply wryly. "You guys are really kinda dedicated to your whole aesthetic, aren'cha?"\n\n"Hnh, yyyyessss," the computer hisses back. "It offends me to have to offer a slave race, and worse a disgusting non-Saurian, my assistance. But my conquering master has made it clear you are to be given every privilege he is. Though he is obviously canny and clever beyond the measure of any other Raptarran ever to set foot in me, still he must be sick in the head."\n\nSnorting, you smirk again as you turn your attention back to the console. "Stripe says you have to help me, so you will even if you don't like it, huh? Sucks to be built into the ship, I guess. So what's the purpose of this room?"\n\n"It is multi-purposed, as you would know if you were not an upjumped filthy mammal fucktoy," RAIPE grumbles. "It would serve the needs of the crew as the <i>Violator of Silver Star Elves</i> made their way about the universe, raping, exploring, and terrorizing-"\n\n"In that order?" you chirp.\n\n"Not always," the AI grumbles back sourly, before picking back up. "Such as modifying particular crewmembers into infiltrators, deathbringers, and the like. It is also used for processing captives on the order of similarly-sized ship populations."\n\n"Processing?" Somehow that doesn't sound like it means taking their name, rank, and serial number before locking them up. "Processing them into what?"\n\n"Whatever the crew wishes, obviously," RAIPE sneers verbally. "Livestock is quite popular, but whatever is felt to be humiliating for the captive and pleasurable for the crew. Perhaps you would care to be turned into some form of ungulate quadruped?" the AI continues, popping up a green outline of a cow on the screen and a set of information beside it. "Something of some use, and nonverbal?"\n\n"Yeah, no," you snort with a grin, swiping the selection off of the screen. You do find yourself considering, though. The Raptarrans kept you slim and wiry and obviously not very strong when they inducted you into their 'Breeding Hunt'... obviously they didn't want you putting up too much of a challenge your first time. But it would be pretty simple to alter yourself with this stuff... that seems to be what it's for, after all.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the genetic sequencer.|BadCypher10x7]]\n\n[[Don't use it.|BadCypher]]

You live quite the happy life as Ace the farm dog. Sure, there's plenty of work to do, but you're really strong and really fast, and you like to work, working is fun! Sleeping and eating are also fun and you do plenty of those too. Also playing is fun. Playing is when you get to stick your dick in Sandy or Mommy, or Daddy sticks his dick in you, or some combination thereof happens with the other farm animals once there are some. You especially like chasing the big fluffy sheepgirls until they get tired and then fucking their soft wooly butts as they bleat and squeal for more underneath you.\n\nUsually you stay in the kennel with Sandy (and the other dogs once there are some), but sometimes Mommy and Daddy take you to bed with them. Those are the most fun nights since you get to play for hours and hours with your cock going in all three of Mommy's holes while Daddy fucks your mouth or your ass, and then you get to sleep in the bed! Since you know how great it is sometimes you get jealous when Sandy or one of the other dogs get to go. You about have a tantrum when they take that darn <i>cat</i> instead of you and you can hear her yowling and screaming in orgasms for hours, and wind up sitting outside the window barking for awhile. Daddy paddles your butt good for that one, but he also fucks your butt good when he's done so you kind of get a mixed message. Mostly you don't like the cat, with her slinky body and little butt and perky boobs. Okay maybe you like parts of the cat but not the whole thing.\n\nEventually, Sandy has puppies, which is really awesome because <i>puppies</i> and also eventually they're old enough and big enough for playtime too which is great because they're pretty just like you and Sandy are. You start something of a legacy on the farm, with your descendants counted on as hard workers and enthusiastic lovers.\n\nEven if none of them ever get along with the cat.\n\n<b>Runaway Farm</b> end - <i>Ace the dogboy</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[... Maybe I should pick a different animal.|RunFarm2M1x1]]\n\n[[... Or a different path to the farm.|RunFarmStart]]\n\n[[... Or just start over.|CharGenMain]]

Chalk one up for another strange first, because you find yourself turning a bit more towards him, reaching out a hand to run it up and down the creamy-leather-like hide of his chest, making him start a bit and stare down at you with yellow eyes. "Hey," you say, blushing as your voice comes out in a near-purr. "Ever thought about trying it with a willing girl?"\n\n"Yes, of course," he clicks in reply, though his slight squirming as you continue running your hands along his hide rather delights you. "Although... admittedly I never quite expected it to be a human making completely willing <i>advances</i> towards me."\n\n"Yeah, I guess that's what this is, huh?" you reply as you turn on the bench-seat to face him, leaning forward and reaching out to run your fingertips along that glistening red spear of a cock. Striped Trouble gives a few low hoots, then steps closer, leaning back to bring his prick in and up towards you. You bite your lower lip a bit, glancing up at his head as you wrap a hand around his shaft and begin stroking it, watching the obvious pleasure on his reptilian face as you feel his prick throb, hot and slick in your hand, dribbling streams of thin, clear pre over your fingers. Oh fuck it smells so good... you wonder if that's something they did when they gave you this girl's body, or if it's just something about you. Either way, it's another day for firsts... you're about to suck the cock of an alien dinosaur.\n\nEither way, the moment you do slide your lips over the tapered tip of that veiny crimson cock, you start moaning lowly. It tastes sooo good, and it feels absolutely amazing between your lips and dribbling that delicious pre all over your tongue. You quickly start bobbing your head, taking in more and more of it with each stroke. You slide one of your hands up and down his side, caressing that reptilian hide while your other hands go to his leathery sack, fondling it and feeling how full it is, listening to his chirps and coos above you. Despite your lack of inexperience you're soon working it all the way down your throat, feeling your pussy heated and dripping beneath its seal, a sort of tension and need spreading from your belly out through your body. And despite never even hearing of a girl cumming from giving a blowjob, the moment that Striped Trouble gives a trilling moan and starts flooding your mouth with hot, intense-tasting seed, your whole body shudders in orgasm, moans filling your throat almost as much as the Raptarran jizz you're gulping down.\n\nLaying one of his hands atop your head, Striped Trouble nudges you to lay back onto the couch, your legs spreading as you're pushed into position. Moving to the lower end of it, the Raptarran brings his claws forward, delicately peeling the white paperlike seal off, revealing your hairless pussy beneath. Those predatory yellow eyes fix on you as he moves in, and you feel a heady mixture of fear and arousal run through you as that toothy maw opens wide, and then lightly closes around your crotch. You tremble a little as you feel those razor sharp teeth pressing ever so lightly against your skin, then gasp loudly when his powerful, pointed tongue starts moving across your pussy. You moan as he starts licking you, tongue incredibly agile and strong as it moves over your folds and works inside you. Your fingers grab on to the edges of the bench's padding, and you do your best not to buck your hips in the instinctive fuck-motions they want to move in, but even when you do he easily moves his head to avoid his teeth puncturing your skin. "Oh <i>fuck</i>!" you yowl out as that powerful saurian tongue slides inside you, stroking in and out as easily and thickly as a cock.\n\nYou're brought to at least three quivering, leg-twitching orgasms before Striped Trouble raises his head, running his dripping tongue along his flat reptilian lips. You pant for a few moments, then without direction turn over, once again straddling the bench, but this time slid further towards the back, your dripping pussy hanging over the edge slightly as you balance on the balls of your feet and let your upper body rest on the padding. Striped Trouble hoots happily as he moves into place, and both of you yowl in pleasure as his cock finally thrusts deep into your pussy. He begins using a quick, rolling motion of his hips, tail sweeping back and forth for counterbalance as he pumps into you, your pussy quivering around his throbbing saurian shaft.\n\n"Nnnh! Nnh, Stripe!" you gasp out, writhing against the piloting bench, your skin glistening with sweat, sensing as much as feeling or hearing the powerful apex predator looming above you as his inhuman cock pumps into your eager cunt.\n\n"Hhhhha, yes, Cypher?" he chirps back in an imitation of calm, though the trill in his voice says he's as awash with pleasure as you are.\n\nA million thoughts fire through your head at once, but the one you wind up blurting out is\n\n<hr>\n[["I love you!"|BadCypher]]\n\n[["Rape me!"|BadCypher10x5]]

"... How about a counter-proposal, Orkin?" you say after a moment of thought.\n\nThe ridges over his brows quirk up... it's really very convenient how all of his expressions so closely mirror human ones. "Oh? Now this should be interesting. Do tell," he rumbles.\n\n"Like you said, I'm here for a bounty, and the longer I'm here searching for it the more nervous people will get. You leak my identity, I lose and you lose, since you've gotta deal with the chaos until then."\n\n"It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make," the deep-voiced alien acknowledges slowly. "But go on."\n\n"Instead, how about you sell me the Ami, and then help me get my bounty as quickly as possible so I can get off your station."\n\nThat makes him give a loud, booming belly laugh, expelling more smoke from his cigar as well as causing puffs through the haze, Ami wincing a little at your side. "<i>Help</i> you? By the goddess's twelve tits why would I help you?!"\n\n"Because I'll give you ten percent of the bounty."\n\nImmediately he purses his lips together. "... I could never do such a thing," he says in a deeply serious tone. "Violate the trust of these people."\n\nThat makes <i>you</i> snort. "You already sell their information, you'll just be getting a lot more credits for it this time."\n\n"At ten percent? I doubt it would be worth the lost trust, even if I was-"\n\n"My bounty is the Quatra twins."\n\nHis mouth stays open in mid-word for a moment, then closes, lips pursing again. "... Twenty-five percent."\n\n"Twenty."\n\n"Fine," he says easily, indicating he would have taken fifteen, as far as you can tell. "But I'm gonna charge you twice what the fleshdroid's worth."\n\nYou bite back a comment on how she's worth more than he is, simply nodding as he picks up a datapad and starts typing things on it. He passes it to you, rumbling, "There. Bill of sale for the Ami, and contract entitling me to twenty percent of your bounty, <i>before</i> fees and taxes. That's registered with the central authority too, boy, you skip on that and you'll be the one with a bounty on you. Moment you thumbprint it, it'll unlock with the quarter assignment of your royal brats and their door code. I want it done with a minimum of fuss or notice, and I want you out of here in twelve hours max, understood?"\n\nYou read over the contract, then nod as you press a thumb to the corner of the pad where it indicates. "Done." Despite wearing your suit gloves, the pad apparently registers it, 'Cypher Ceed' and your picture appearing at the bottom of the contract for a moment, before it disappears, replaced by a few simple lines of text.\n\n"There you go. Now get out of my office, boy," Orkin mutters, letting loose with another acrid cloud of cigar smoke. "I'm tired of your smell."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Cypher5x9]]

Hm. Well, if '2XL' is just super huge, you're kind of curious just how big it could get. You tap that option, then watch as Tifa springs back into motion.\n\nAlmost immediately, however, she gasps and jerks upright, dropping the cleaning cloth, hands jerking towards her crotch. "What's... something's on me, it's-" Then she gasps even louder, hips giving a jerk forward as the front of her skirt starts to bulge. The press outwards against it gets rapidly larger and larger, pushing the skirt upwards and revealing the front of her white panties stretched taut over what's now straining at the cloth, pressing it both forward and downward.\n\nIn mere moments the panties tear asunder, spilling their new load outward to wobble and sway back and forth... in two different directions. Tifa now has a pair of long, fat cocks that are getting longer and fatter by the moment, the thick shafts throbbing and starting to dribble pre as she whimpers, apparently unable to help grabbing one with each hand and stroking at them, desperate to relieve some of the new and strange pressure building in them. A pair of heavy balls... actually it looks like it might be more of a quartet, albeit in one hefty sack... drops down, hanging heavy and low below the twin pair of pricks as they continue getting longer and thicker by the moment.\n\nIt's not long before each one is almost as long and thick as her arm, and her eyes have rolled up slightly as she continues stroking them, now more in a twitchy, desperate motion that says it's both more deliberate and unthinking. Her tongue lolls out a bit. "Haaaa... haaaa... f-feels too good," she groans, thrusting her hips towards her own stroking hands. She frees one hand long enough to yank her shirt up and spill her full tits free, then angles her cocks up, rubbing them against the undersides of her own boobs as she strokes them. "Nnnh, f-fuck, I need to fuck, I need to fuck...!"\n\nDang, this is more than your futanari spank bank can handle! What to do?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Summon a girl for her to fuck.|FF7X18x3]]\n\n[[Fuck her.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Let her fuck you.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Deny her.|FF7X]]

This should be fun. Grinning, you bring up the menu and activate its PHS function, allowing you to summon pretty much any character you like. Let's see... someone for Tifa to grab and heedlessly fuck in a fit of double-cock induced rutting frenzy. The two obvious choices that come to mind are her friends, Aerith and Yuffie.\n\n<hr>\n[[Summon Aerith.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Summon Yuffie.|FF7X18x4]]\n\n[[Summon both.|FF7X]]

"Girls <i>run</i>!" you shout as you hurl yourself backwards between the Amis, thudding onto your back on the floor and snatching one of the backup blasters from where you'd stashed it under the chairs. Two and Three immediately take off past Nyx, the bounty hunters starting to turn towards them but then back to you once your weapon starts to come up. You fire right at Nyx, but your angle is bad and the pistol isn't as accurate as the ones you're used to, the shot striking low and to the side on the armored hunter's torso. It just sort of... slides off, passing along the surface of the black plate like a water droplet along a well-waxed car, flinging off at the edge and instead striking the bronze-helmeted hunter in the throat. He goes down gasping and gulping, dropping his own weapon to press his hands over his throat. The next thing you know Nyx has raised an arm, a needle flitting out of a tiny hole in it and striking you in the belly, your eyes widening at the intense wave of pain that flashes through you from it, but by the time the scream's made it to your throat your hands have dropped and your head's slumped to the side, your jaw not even obeying your order to move.\n\n"Now look what you've done," Nyx says with a warbling sigh, helmet turning from you to the downed, writhing hunter and back. "I hate using the takedown needles, you won't be able to feel a damn thing for an hour at least and if I want you in a proper state of mind it will take at least two." It turns and walks over to the other bounty hunter, helmet tracking along as it comes to stand over him... then lets out a trilling huff before firing several blasts directly into his helmet's faceplate. The bronze helmet now a gaping, smoking ruin with whatever's inside thankfully obscured from your field of vision, Nyx then lifts its head and looks back and forth, perhaps trying to track the Amis. "... Enh."\n\nYou feel at least that much relief as it apparently decides they're not worth going after, instead stalking back over to you and leaning down, actually grabbing you by the hair and dragging you back down the ramp. You can feel the pressure on your scalp, and the thumps of your body passing over the sections of the ramp, but not any other actual sensations even as you're dragged across the ground, faintly aware of sticks and rocks scratching you up. Eventually you emerge into a semi-clearing just barely big enough for the ship sitting in it on multiple long, thin landing legs that look like they shouldn't quite be able to support its elaborate, twisted body. It looks like someone took the sort of bug that people with insect phobias have nightmares about and based a starship on it, its body a porous bullet calling to mind burrowing into skin or ears, its forward windows segmented and inset at an angle that makes you feel like it's staring at you. Even its external engines look... alive and disgusting somehow, the red power emitters having a faintly slick, almost fleshy look.\n\n<img src="images/Shubrath.jpg">\n\n"In we go, in we go, lots to do, lots to do," Nyx sing-songs as it drags you up the ramp into the interior, which isn't exactly a lot better... the whole place is the same sort of chitinous black textures and overlapping vaguely organic look as the interior, the light coming from numerous pale nodules set amidst the sections more like they'd just randomly grown there than being deliberately set, and all of them in colors that aren't kind to your eyes, either too glaring in things like pink or green, or too dim in purple or orange.\n\n"<font color="EEE1DA">Welco~me ba~ck,</font>" coos a sweet, lyrical voice that comes from everywhere in the ship and feels less like it's being heard and more like it's violating your ears, despite you being unable to actually pin down what's so awful about it, only sure in some deep, otherwise untouchable part of you that it's the most hideous thing you've ever heard. "<font color="EEE1DA">Oooo~, you~ brought us a new frie~nd!</font>"\n\n"Anything interesting happen while I was gone, Shubrath?" Nyx asks as it continues to drag you across the floor that's somehow slick and dry and bumpy and smooth all at once.\n\n"<font color="EEE1DA">Ooo~, it di~d, a drone came alo~ng and put demolition charges a~ll over me~,</font>" the voice almost squeals in excitement. "<font color="EEE1DA">They're on all my mo~st vi~ta~l pla~ces!</font>"\n\nNyx stops in place, helmet raising slightly. "... And you let it?"\n\n"<font color="EEE1DA">Well I wa~s going to stop i~t, but the~n I got to thi~nki~ng about how it would fee~l, all that fi~re and he~at and mo~lten liqui~d pouring through me~, tearing me apa~rt, ri~pping me to pie~ce~s, and I got so exci~ted I le~t i~t.</font>"\n\nNyx raises its other hand to its faceplate and sighs heavily while you're at least able to widen your eyes enough to make some semblance of a 'wtf' expression. "Shubrath. We've been over this. If you let yourself get destroyed <i>today</i>, we can't cause suffering <i>tomorrow</i>."\n\n"<font color="EEE1DA">It's no~t like either of us is goo~d at delayed gratificatio~n.</font>"\n\n"Heh, now that is true, that is very true," Nyx says with a distorted snicker as it drags you over to a wall, a large ovoid section of it dropping down and revealing a writhing, twitching mass of bare, inhuman flesh inside, a slightly off-purple color. Your eyes widen further as Nyx yanks you up and hurls you towards it, your back slapping against the surface. Immediately parts of the flesh stretch out, forming pseudopods that wrap around your arms and legs, hauling them backwards and inside the mass, twisting you until you're jutted forward slightly as if trying to show off your chest. You can feel the pressure enclosing your limbs, constantly writhing and squeezing and fluttering around them... and then the same thing against your back as Nyx grabs the front of your shirt and tears it to pieces, leaving you completely naked jutting from the wall, bare breasts on display and pussy just barely not touching the flesh behind you. You're denied even the ability to shudder or twitch in disgust as you watch part of the floor rise up, segments parting and sectioning out to form into something that looks like an insect skeleton caught in the midst of flinging itself at prey, but which Nyx settles into as if it were a favorite easy chair. "You should be able to talk in about another fifteen minutes. We'll have a nice little chat then. Meanwhile, Shubrath, why don't you find us a nice little out-of-the-way spot in the system?"\n\n"<font color="EEE1DA">Okay~,</font>" what's apparently the ship chirps.\n\nAnd Nyx just sits there and stares at you, apparently, still completely clad in its armor. Watches you as gradually your sensations come back and you can begin to really... feel... the horrible stuff grasping you and enclosing your arms and legs, pressing against your back and buttocks and neck. It's somehow both hot and cold at the same time, like someone's hand gone clammy and sweaty with a fever burning deep below the surface, and yet it's also like mouths have swallowed up your limbs, and numerous tongues are pressing all around them, constantly licking you in the most disgusting, degrading way possible. Though Nyx's faceplate is expressionless, you can virtually sense his satisfaction as you begin to writhe in discomfort and disgust, unable to stop yourself from making whimpers and groans of loathing since you don't have better control of your vocal cords yet. Finally, you manage to croak out, "Y-you've had your fun... just... take me to Orkin now," you manage. "Or... turn me in for the bounty, that's what this is about, right?"\n\n"Oh? Oh, turn Princess Quatra in for the bounty?" Nyx gives one of those warbling chuckles as it rises to its feet and draws in close again, mirrored faceplate tilting back and forth as it examines you. "But how can I do that when Princess Quatra is dead?" it continues in a tone of mock sadness, giving you a view of your own eyes widening in the obsidian mirror of its helmet. "So very tragic, the way Blayze Hanlon decided to force the ship down out of the wormhole like that, resulting in the crash that killed Cypher Ceed and the prince. And when he found out about losing those bounties, why, he was so angry, he <i>blasted the princess to pieces</i> in rage! I tried to stop him," Nyx continues in a voice dripping with even more mock pity than before, bobbing its head as it does, then shaking it. "But I was just. Too. Late. All I could do was take vengeance for the poor dear by striking down the villain." An armored hand comes up, those dry-slimy armored caps pressing against your cheeks. "Or at least, that's the story I'll tell. When I bother with it."\n\n"B-but why?" you ask, trying to control your writhing against the flesh wall holding you, since that only seems to encourage it. "You're just cheating yourself out of the reward money!"\n\n"Money is meaningless to me. For me this job is about... indulging myself." And a faintly disapproving coo noise from all around, Nyx corrects itself. "Indulging ourselves. So now, princess, you and I are going to play a game. Actually, we're already playing. It's my favorite game... it doesn't have a name, but it has rules. You want to hear the rules, don't you?" At your hesitation, those fingercaps slide downwards, pressing just firmly enough against the sides of the front of your throat to make you feel like you're choking without actually choking you. "Don't you?"\n\n"Yes," you murmur, wincing a little at the faintest added pressure. "Tell me the rules. Please."\n\n"Alright, then, here's how the game is played. I'm going to torture you. Your body, and your mind. I'm not going to ask you any questions, I'm not going to try to get anything from you. Every demand I make will only be part of the torture, and lead to more torture not less if you obey. The rule is that the game goes on until you ask me to stop. That's all you have to do, at any point, you ask me not to do something, I won't do it. Instead I'll kill you. Right then and there, no hesitation, no counter-offer. When you ask for me to not do something, when you say you don't want to do something, when you beg for it to end, it does and you die. That's pretty much it! Oh, there is one other rule," Nyx continues, drawing its hand away from your throat to tap at its faceplate, the sound like the twisted tines of a titanium fork hitting a hearse window. "But it's a secret. You'd have to figure it out for yourself."\n\n<hr>\n[["Please, don't do this!"|Cypher]]\n\n[["..."|Cypher]]\n\n[["... I know the secret rule."|Cypher9x2]]

Seems pretty stupid to look a grateful Raptarran in the mouth. Nodding, you step out of the room and follow as he leads the way down the hallway, keeping your bare footsteps as light as you can, since he seems to be doing his best to muffle even the click of his scythe-claws against the floor. You do your best to help keep an eye out but mostly follow along after him, hunkering down a bit as you keep within reach of but not touching that long, striped tail.\n\nEventually he leads you into a room finished mostly in dark metal, a number of devices lining the walls, including rows of injector guns and vials for them. He first picks up some sort of remote, waving it briefly at the bracelet on your wrist until it unlocks and drops to the ground. Then he taps at a console for a moment before taking one of the vials and plugging it in, waiting until it's filled with a thin, silvery liquid before retrieving the vial and inserting it into one of the guns. He starts towards you with it, then pauses as you flinch slightly. Making a low rumbling sound, he then holds the gun out for you to take. He's showing you he wants you to inject yourself instead...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|BadCypher10x2]]\n\n[[Decline.|BadCypher]]

Yay! December has two of the best holidays of the year! Well, you like 'em all, but c'mon... Christmas and New Year's Eve are both pretty awesome, and there they are right together!\n\nSo what's the date in December?\n\n[[December 10|HollyDecTen]] - Time to start decorating in earnest! That means putting up lights, putting out decorations, and going on a quest for the perfect tree.\n\n[[December 24|HollyXmasEve]] - Christmas Eve! A fire in the fireplace, cookies and milk left out (c'mon, it's tradition), and a long drive to Grandma's House ahead of you tomorrow.\n\n[[December 31|HollyNewYears]] - Time to cut loose and party! Whether you're the hostess or a guest this year, it's sure to be a grand old time, which you may or may not remember come the new year.

Her frightened expression cuts through your building arousal and hits you right in the heart. You try to force your need down, and while you can still feel the urge, your cock obeys you with much more ease than it ever has before. You seem to have much better control over your body in general than you're used to.\n\nGetting to your feet, you walk over to her and gently reach out a hand to touch her shoulder, waiting for her to finish flinching before you rest your hand there.\n\n"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, I'm going to get you out of here," you whisper, smiling down at her. Wow, you must be fairly tall now, maybe around six feet.\n\nHer eyes widen again, and you watch emotions all play over her face... confusion, hope, suspicion, fear, but finally elation. "T-truly? You're going to help me?"\n\n"I am." You glance around the tent, finally settling on the back of it. You walk over and crouch down, your dick almost flopping in the dirt as you naturally balance on the balls of your feet. You might almost be amused, but that languid feeling to your thoughts has set back in now that you've decided on a course of action. You give a few tugs at the tent flap and manage to get some slack, then lean down and peer out. It looks like your tent is at the back of whatever camp this is, good... there's nothing but dark forest outside.\n\nRealizing that the people listening are probably expecting to hear quite a bit of noise any time now, you glance over your shoulder and beckon to the girl. She snaps her gaze away from lower down... you rather suspect she was staring at either your ass or your dangling cock... then hesitates for a moment before hurrying over.\n\n"We have to hurry, go on," you hiss. She hesitates.\n\n<hr>\n[[Shove her through bodily.|ShemaleBarbarian2x2]]\n\n[[Encourage her verbally.|ShemaleBarbarian3x1]]

Hey, you've basically signed on to live the life... may as well go all-in on this! Practicing your rapacious leer, you start setting up the injection, picking the traits you want to include in your new form. Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun!\n\n"Hnnnnnh, I'm not sure whether this is going to be a marked improvement to your current pathetic state or the worst desecration of a noble species there has ever been," RAIPE rumbles from the inset speakers. "Perhaps it is simply best to hope that you turn out to be one of the rare few whose genetics are incompatible with higher-level alteration and you simply melt into a puddle of bio-gel."\n\n"Cheerful," you note blandly, even as you watch one of the injection gun cylinders on the wall fill. Pulling down one of the guns and loading it with the dark greenish stuff, you take a last moment to consider your human form. Should you really do this? What if there's no going back? What if Stripe doesn't like it? What if-\n\n... No. No, you're thinking like a human. And you can't do that anymore. Your body is your own plaything, and Stripe will like anything he can fuck. Taking a deep breath and pushing a smirk onto your face, you jab the muzzle of the injector gun against your forearm and pull the trigger, hearing the soft hiss of its activation as the fluid's slowly pushed in.\n\nInstantly you can feel the heat of it starting to race through your veins like liquid pleasure, making your eyes roll and your teeth grit as it threatens to overwhelm you before you can even finish the injection. But even as your heart begins to race, you can feel your mind sharpening, greater focus allowing you to process the pleasurable sensations of what's happening to your body as well as document every glorious little change as it begins to occur. You can feel your teeth reshaping from the pitiful dull things they were into something sharp and fitting together, even as the muscles of your jaw strengthen and your tongue lengthens, itself growing thicker and more muscular. In fact all of your muscles are growing more powerful, your slender form taking on tone and mass, your back lengthening as you grow taller. Your skin becomes pebbly at first as your new, far more durable hide grows in, a vibrant green color marked by black stripes and pale accents. Even your hair begins to change, growing down your back and becoming more manelike, fluffing out into an almost feathery mass. Your small tits, at first covered almost half and half with the green and stripes at your sides and the cream running down your front, swell and grow larger by the moment, the colors pushed off to the side, the big pale orbs capped by steadily more puffy pink nipples. You flex your fingers, watching your nails grow into glistening black claws, your feet lifting into a digigrade position as your big toes twist to an angle, their own nails growing much more rapidly and arching, starting to form into sickles.\n\nBut of course you can't help but put a lot of attention on your cock. Your glorious new cock, bulging forth from the scaly front of your crotch and taking form, as well as the hefty, heavy sack forming at the base of it. That part is virtually identical to those of the Raptarrans you've seen, but the shaft itself is more human in shape, covered with much the same scaly hide as the rest of you, albeit a bit smoother, in the same near-white the accent running down your front fades to near your crotch. Your hips jut and twist in the air, making both pole and sack wobble enticingly, while similarly your new tail lashes the air as it grows in... more slender than a 'proper' Raptarran tail, admittedly, but clearly more agile as you flex and twist it, moving it on a whim more like a simian's. Everything... your perception of your body, your view of the science bay, the scents of the ship around you... is clearer, more focused, more exciting.\n\nYou look down at your new Amazonian form, giving your sleekly muscular arms a tone and trying out the different stance of your legs by moving side-to-side a bit. 'Is this what it's like to be a Raptarran?' you think, letting out a trill as you wrap a hand around your cock and give a few strokes. 'No wonder they're like they are, it actually feels pleasurable just to be alive... this sense of rightness, of superiority, the power in my body and mind, it's like I could do anything, and anything I do would feel so good!'\n\nYou can faintly hear the click of approaching taloned footsteps even through the door and hull, and sense the shift in the hum of electric current in the walls as the doors slide open. "Cypher? Are you in here? You-" Striped Trouble stops at the sight of you, eyes widen and toothy mouth open. Apparently you've actually managed to shock a Raptarran. ... Fun! With a scree of delight, you turn and launch yourself through the air, your improved vision and muscle control making it virtually effortless and perfectly precise as you collide against him, knocking him exuberantly to the floor.\n\nTwisting around to get behind him, pushing his front to the floor, you let out a coo of, "Hi, baby ♥" before hefting his tail up, wrapping one arm around it to press it between your tits. Using your other hand, you guide the tip of your prick to his scaly pucker and then thrust in, making him let out a surprised scree of his own. Shifting both hands up to hold his tail, you begin to thrust rapidly, panting happily as you pump your new cock into his tight, hot tailhole, letting your tongue loll out to the side of your mouth. "Ahhhh, yeah, mmm fuck raping you feels so good, Striped Trouble, nnnh, fuck yes!"\n\nThough you clearly surprised him and took him by force... as is proper... Striped Trouble's noises quickly turn to trills and huffs of pleasure, his cock sliding out and jutting below him, glistening red and flinging pre down onto the floor with the impact of your leathery sack against his. "Yes, yes, rape me, rape my bitch ass, Cypher," he growls, a thrilled shriek rising from deep in his chest as he echoes your own words earlier to you. Having gotten his feet under him, he begins thrusting himself whorishly back against your thrusts, the massive alien dinosaur just as eager to fuck himself on your powerful leathery prick as you are to pound it into him. You give his tail a quick slurp to help reinforce what a good buttslut he's being, letting your own growl of pleasure rumble in your chest, practically jiggling your large, firm tits against his tail.\n\nYes... yes, this is the way it should be, you think blissfully as you thrust into your Raptarran lover, your yellow eyes shining as you leer down at him beneath you, a member of the ultimate conquest-and-defilement race in the galaxy writhing in pleasure from forcibly taking your cock. A pair of mates raping each other as they please, taking what they want from each other whenever they want it, unrestrained by morality or shame... isn't that the truest sort of love? Your hips speed up at just the thought of it, your voice dripping with adoration as you hurl humiliation and abuse at your mate about what a dirty cock-loving slut he is, your true love echoing back ecstatically that he loves every moment of your violation of him, until you thrust in deep and fill him with your very first load, or at least the first that ever counted, both of you letting out inhuman trills of elation as you fill his ass with thick, hot cum and he spurts his own load into the floor in long, hot streams.\n\nOnce you've pulled out, the two of you move more in tandem, an unspoken agreement for something a bit different, Striped Trouble rolling onto his back and you climbing forward, tucking your legs over his as they jut in the air and angling yourself onto him, enclosing his still-eager prick in the hot, wet slit between your legs, now even more perfectly designed for taking Raptarran cock than it was before. Resting your clawed hands on his chest, you begin riding him, your balls and cock rubbing against his belly, his forelimbs able to reach your full, scale-hided breasts, both of you able to leer lovingly at each other face-to-face now, even leaning in to lash your long, powerful tongues together. Because if both of you can take what you want from each other, when you want it, could there be anything more equal than that? No, your Raptarran-Human brain asserts, swamped with a mix of a Saurian desire to dominate and a Primate desire to love. The two of you chirp and trill wordlessly to each other, sounds that speak to the deep, primitive part you both now share, taking your time and enjoying one another until finally your mate spills inside you, your pussy squeezing tight around him even as your own cock sends long streamers of white splattering over his scaley chest.\n\nOnce the two of you have utilized the nearby shower facilities, Striped Trouble trills lightly as he runs the tips of his claws lightly down your back and over one of your buttocks. "It's definitely a fetching look, besides rendering you far more combat capable. With this we won't need to outfit you with any special suits or protection, even if we have to face pursuing Raptarrans. Mm. ... I admit, I'm at a loss to our next move though," he says, shaking his head. Perhaps your new form has made him a bit more willing to admit he's not as flawlessly in charge as he might otherwise be.\n\n"Mm, well, first things first," you answer, rolling your shoulders and shutting off the water.\n\n<hr>\n[[He should change too.|BadCypher10x9]]\n\n[[The two of you should have some fun.|Stripe]]\n\n[[The two of you should set up a base.|Stripe]]

"Honestly, love? I think the next thing you should do is become like me," you announce, putting your clawed fingertips to your chest. "A hybrid."\n\n"... What?" Striped Trouble blinks, as if he honestly couldn't comprehend such a thing. "But I'm a Raptarran," he answers, as if that were the beginning, middle, and end of an explanation of why he's perfect the way he is.\n\nCertainly, now that you've tasted the near-constant euphoria of being at least partially Raptarran, you understand. But you have a few points of your own. "Are you? After all, you risked everything, your life, your status, your adult name, for a lowly mammal. Then you planned to run off and live with that mammal, sharing the wealth of your people's technology with them, even granting them literally equal status with you in the computer system. Does any of that sound like something a Raptarran would do?"\n\n"I... ... no," Striped Trouble admits, his tail drooping and head slumping, a soft chitter of dismay sounding in his throat.\n\nQuickly you step close, putting your hands to the sides of his head and lifting it so he'll look at you. "And yet in some ways it was the most Raptarran thing of all... you did what you wanted, and didn't let anyone stand in the way of getting the thing you desired. The fact that they can't see that affection and communion with others are worth doing that for says that they're the ones who are deficient, not you. That's why I think we should become something more than just Raptarrans... we should become something new. Something that mingles me and you, a new species that will be guided by our minds and will."\n\n"... The audacity to form a new species on a whim," Striped Trouble says slowly, his shocked expression gradually turning into an eager leer. "Yes! Yes, that makes my blood sing and my cock throb! To be so assured of our own superiority, the two of us, that we would say 'No, just being Raptarran isn't good enough, we'll be <i>even better</i>!'"\n\nYou laugh, leaning in to kiss the front of his muzzle. "Yes!" Drawing away and heading back for the genetics console, you flip a clawed hand through the air. "Besides, this is a beautifully pragmatic move. The vast majority of species in the galaxy are upright humanoids... while Raptarran equipment is superior in most ways, there are still numerous reasons we might need to use equipment and vehicles made by other species. A more humanoid shape is better for compatibility... in sex positions too."\n\n"Ah, yes, the number of configurations would rise, and the space needed for them would fall," Striped Trouble says in an almost awed tone. "You are a revolutionary, my mate."\n\n"Maybe someday soon," you snicker, starting to tap at the controls.\n\n"... I will put myself in your claws," he says after a moment, bobbing his head and turning his side towards you, obviously awaiting an injection. "I believe in your vision... love," he adds, having to pronounce the last word in a slightly rough usage of your own tongue rather than the Raptarran language.\n\nIt seems you've really won him over... Striped Trouble isn't even going to check your settings before you inject him. You could be ready to turn him into a cow and he wouldn't know, perhaps the ultimate sign of trust you've ever been given. Of course, though, you're not going to turn your mate into a cow (though part of your mind does thrill quite a bit at the very thought, you push it aside... a momentary thrill isn't worth losing the longterm pleasure of his company and ability). You're going to turn him into a hybrid like you, it's just a question of details. Like having him be...\n\n<hr>\n[[Male.|BadCypher10x10]]\n\n[[Female.|BadCypherEndA1x1]]\n\n[[Both.|Stripe]]

You didn't take the risk this morning, it's probably not a good idea to take it now that it's almost dark and you're all by yourself. Instead you push yourself to the best speed you think you can maintain, hurrying along the more familiar path you took this afternoon. Luckily since it wasn't that long ago that you've been down it (twice), you don't have to pay that much attention and can focus on making good time. Still, it's pretty well actually dark by the time you arrive back at the hill and move to knock on the door.\n\n"Ah, there you are!" Bellweather says cheerfully as he answers the door. "I was startin' ta be a bit worried! Ya were gettin' late, so I went ahead and had myself a light dinner." Just as your heart's starting to sink, he declares, "Which is a handy thing, since I then made a nice big dinner that we can both share! Come in, come in!" \n\n"Thanks a lot," you say, grinning and stepping inside, trying to mind your head. "I don't think I said it before, but you have a lovely home," you comment as you wait in the hall for him to come back and lead you down it, towards a little dining area where a table is laid out with a truly awe-inspiring spread. You spot what looks like a particularly succulent and pink roast beef, some pan-fried fish, a basket heaped with buttery-looking biscuits, a big plate of fried eggs, another equally big plate of sausages, and that's all on first glimpse. Dang, it all looks really good, like the food in movies, but you're actually going to get to eat it!\n\n"Thank you, my dear, just a humble little place I inherited from a distant relative," Bellweather chirps as he moves to sit down on one side of the table, his big black dog Fang already seated almost primly beside the chair. "Please, join me! I cooked with an appetite like my own in mind, knowing ye've likely been working hard and getting naught but oats at yer little monastery."\n\nYou settle (carefully) into the other chair. It's a little awkward to find a good position but comfortable enough once you do. You load up your plate, then stop as Bellweather gives an 'ah', wondering if he's going to suggest saying grace or something.\n\n"A meal this fine, y'cannae just have a mug of water wi' it," he comments, turning and coming back with a pair of pale green glass bottles. "A bit of beer, eh? Well, what's yer pleasure? I 'ave this one, not much more than water, m'afraid," he notes, lifting one of the bottles, then smiling winningly, a twinkle in his eye as he tilts the other. "And I have a lovely dark quadrupel. A wonderful deep taste, lass, I can guarantee ye've never had its like before, even if yer masters are a fair hand at wine."\n\nQuadrupel... that sounds vaguely familiar, like something you've heard your dad talking about at a restaurant or something. That's the pretty intense stuff right? Like... nine or ten percent alcohol as opposed to the three or four percent of a normal beer. Still... if a halfling says it's good...\n\n<hr>\n[[Have the light ale.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Have the quad.|GGMonk5x2]]

"I guess... I mean, if you could do that... maybe I'd like a new family," you answer slowly. You've kind of started to believe him when he says he can give you anything, but this still seems like a tall order.\n\n"Hooo ho ho! What a good thing for a boy in your position to want! Santa understands, don't you worry!" He shakes one mittened hand. "But what sort of family do you want, my boy? There's a lot of families out there that would be perfectly happy to have a young fellow like you, you've just got to pick what sort you want!"\n\nYour head spins... Santa really can give you a new family? Not only that, you can pick what sort you want? It's almost more than you can handle! Still, thoughts start churning in your head. What sort of family, indeed...?\n\n<hr>\n[[An exciting family.|SmithStart]]\n\n[[A happy family.|XmasFam1x1]]\n\n[[A super family.|RunFFStart]]\n\n[[An attractive family.|SexFamStart]]\n\n[[A fantastic family.|FantasyFamStart]]

What the hell, you only live once, and you don't exactly get invited to Halfling dinners that often either. Grinning, you lift your glass and clink it against the bottle with the darker liquid in it, Bellweather laughing a bit as he fills your glass.\n\nThe first mouthful is almost too much for you, being far richer, deeper, and, well, more full of taste than any sort of beer you've had before. You even cough a little, but at Bellweather's urging and with bites of his deliciously-prepared food in between, you down more of it, and are soon appreciating the depth of it, the way it mingles with the food, especially the rich fatty sausage. When Bellweather offers you another glass after you've drained the first, you don't hesitate by much, and are soon taking even longer drinks of the heady stuff. Aided by the alcohol you're able to pack away... well, not as much as Bellweather himself, but you make your own dent in the pile of delicious food, the relaxation of the quadrupel and its mellowing properties insuring that despite being stuffed, you only feel 'pleasantly full' instead of 'uncomfortably overfull'.\n\nAs you accept his invitation to move to the living room and have a seat, you realize that at some point you've discarded your shirt, leaving you in just your pants and chest-wrap. Eh, well, it was probably because you were hot, you do feel pretty warm and all, but still really nice. You giggle some as you settle onto a couch that's just large enough to be comfy for you while Bellweather hops into an easy chair that's obviously his favorite seat, from the way Fang is already waiting patiently curled on the floor beside it. "Such a cute puppyyyy," you coo shamelessly, giggling even more as Fang's ears perk and he looks towards you.\n\n"Aye, aye lass, that he is," Bellweather agrees cheerfully, picking up a long-stemmed pipe from a small box on the table next to his chair, then opening a jar next to the box and starting to pack the bowl. He pauses as he's finished, then smiles over you. "Ah, where are my manners, lass, here I was going to have a nice after-dinner smoke and not even offer you any. Care for a pipeful, dear?"\n\nSo wait, is that stuff... <strike>Hobbit</strike> Halfling leaf? As in, 'the finest weed in the <strike>South</strike> East Farthing'? Oh sure there's all those buzzkill Tolkien nerds out there that are super duper insistent that it's just tobacco, but c'mon. A bunch of pudgy, cheerful folks with a constant case of the munchies? Shyeah. Man, here's another first, you're going to get to smoke halfling pot! Or... well, should you? You are already kind of buzzed. Kind of. Heheheheheheheheheheheh. ... Kind of. Should you put whatever that 'totally tobacco, really' will do on top of that? Of course, that might just make it even better...\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GGMonk5x3]]\n\n[[Decline.|GGMonk]]

"That'd actually be great, thanks," you answer with a small smile.\n\n"Just one sec, I was out here looking for my dog." He turns his head and whistles. "Pounda!"\n\nThere's a rustle, and that damn Husky comes bounding out of the bushes, almost making you yelp and jump in surprise. The guy blinks a bit at your reaction, kneeling down and patting the dog's side. "What, this wasn't the fella who scared you, was it? Pounda's normally so well-behaved..."\n\n"He, uh... he startled me, yeah," you reply just a bit sulkily. It's probably your imagination but you feel like the dog is smirking at you, so you indulge yourself a bit and glare back at him.\n\n"Well, he definitely won't bother you with me here," he says as he clips a leash to the dog's collar. "But as said, this is Pounda, I'm Trent." He stands up, the Husky trotting obediently at his side, tail wagging in a way you can't help but interpret as smug. Still, after a moment you sigh and follow after the two of them. Well that's just great.\n\n"Looks like you've got some twigs and stuff," Trent notes after you've been walking for a few minutes, reaching over to pluck a leaf out of your hair.\n\n"Oh, uh, yeah." You grin a little sheepishly and hold up your somewhat muddy hands. "When Pounda, ah, startled me, I fell over, guess I got a little dirty."\n\n"You can hop in the shower when we get there, then, I promise not to peek," he says with a winning smile that is so winning you totally believe him. Soon the two of you arrive at a rather sprawling ranch-style house with a big black truck and a sleeker black SUV in the driveway. You wonder if it's his parents' place, but when he gets to the door he just takes out his key and heads on in, the house still and silent, and there's no mention of watching out for anyone else. The inside has a very tasteful but "bachelor pad" feel too. "Why don't you use the shower in my bedroom," he suggests, pointing down the hall. "Last door on the right, then on your left."\n\nOh gosh, his bedroom, huh? But you nod and head on in, unable to help blushing as you step into a hot older man's bedroom, and yup there's the bed right there, my it's a big one and covered in sleek black sheets and oh you could definitely see yourself sprawled all sexy in the center of that. Blushing a little and unable to help grinning, you step into the bathroom and close and lock the door (hey, fantasy's one thing) before stripping out of your somewhat dirt-smeared clothes. You blush a little at the sight of yourself in the mirror, your crotch and inner thighs all smeared and glistening with the mixture of girlcum and dogcum smeared around by your underwear and jeans. ... Speaking of. You take a moment to rinse out your underwear, then find a vent to stick them under, hoping they'll dry a bit faster before you turn on the very large, very nice shower and step inside.\n\nYou step beneath the hot water, sighing as it starts rinsing some of the grunge, both physical and mental, off. You rinse your hands off thoroughly before running them over your wet hair, slicking it back. Then you lean back and let the water hit between your legs, mmfing softly as you cup your crotch to let water accumulate, gently rubbing along the outside... and then pushing two fingers in as you feel a last few drizzles of dog cum slip out of you. You can't help but moan lowly, and quickly bite your lower lip to muffle yourself. Still, it does remind you of how good being fucked felt, and it's starting to stoke your arousal again, both fingering yourself and remembering the heat of a long, hard cock pounding into you.\n\nWell... Trent is seriously hot. And he apparently lives on his own and is kinda loaded. Which, y'know, doesn't necessarily make him hotter (that is a lie it totally makes him hotter). Maybe you could, y'know... put on some moves. ... You've never actually put moves on anyone but you are fairly certain you can put on moves if you want to. ... Look you're a hot teenage girl you can seduce a guy. Assuming he likes girls. ... And isn't too afraid of jail. ... Okay you're bordering on talking yourself out of this. What do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Seduce him.|GGDog2x3]]\n\n[[Skip it.|GGDog]]

Whatever the reason for it, you're really horny now. Your teenage body has gotten fucked once today and decided that's really not enough to satisfy it. You're gonna go after Trent... and since 'subtle' is really not one of your strong suits anyway, you may as well just be forthright about it.\n\nDoing a fairly thorough cleaning, you finish your shower and step out, snagging a towel and giving your hair a semi-decent dry before rubbing down the rest of you. You wind the towel around your middle, then snag a brush to get your fluffed, rumpled hair in some semblance of order. Then you take a deep breath, grin at yourself, and ignore your clothes, stepping out into Trent's bedroom in just the towel and padding barefoot down the hall.\n\nBack in the living room he's sitting on the couch, leaned back and a bit sprawled out. A quick glance shows that Pounda is nowhere to be seen... good, hopefully Trent put him outside. You clear your throat a little so that he looks over and spots you, his dark, trimmed brows raising a little at the sight of you in the towel... which very quickly hits the floor as you give the tucked-in portion a tug. "So, hey, I was thinking," you say, doing your best to keep your tone casual as you turn a bit to lean back against the wall, raising one foot to brace against it as well, doing your best to show off your trim, naked body, including a slight back-arch to show off your perky tits. "Maybe I could... I dunno... suck your cock or something?" you offer as if asking him to a movie, giving him your best wicked grin.\n\n"Well. I don't think I can really turn that down," he answers with a wicked grin of his own, reaching a hand down to calmly unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down. Hooking his thumb into the waistband of his undershorts, he slides them down and does a flick motion with his fingers, pulling his half-hard shaft free and letting it partially flop against his belly. Mmf, he's... big, even not entirely hard, and it looks nice. He's not like, super porn star huge, but it's definitely the biggest you've ever seen in person. \n\nYou walk towards him, not stopping yourself from licking your lips a little. As you get closer, you sink down to your knees and then lean forward onto all fours, doing your best to sensuously crawl towards him so he can see your ass wagging in the air. From the way he's fully hard by the time you get to him, you think it worked. You bite your lip just a little as you get a good up-close look at it, reaching out a hand to stroke it a few times, feeling it hot and hard under that smooth silky flesh. Wow it's a nice cock... totally different than that glistening red no no don't think about that. In fact to keep yourself from getting sidetracked thinking of that, you lean in and slowly drag your tongue up the underside of Trent's prick, enjoying the low 'mmmm' he makes as you do. You run your tongue up and down his shaft several times, sometimes supplementing your licks by pressing your lips to it as well. You might not have a bunch of experience doing this but, well, you might have a mild oral fixation and a hard drive full of blowjob porn, so hey. \n\nOn your next lick upward you lean in and slide your mouth over the head of his prick about halfway, swirling your tongue around it and looking up at him as he moans softly in pleasure. It sends a little thrill through you that you can't quite explain when he strokes a hand over your hair, petting your head affectionately, the motion somewhat urging you to start bobbing your head, taking more and more of him in. "Think you can get it all the way down?" he murmurs, his voice almost a purr. Well, you are the sort that tends to rise to a challenge, so you start moving your head even more purposefully, putting more work into the motion of your tongue even as you start to take him down deeper, urging your throat to accept him. \n\nYou've got it about halfway down when you hear something... a jingling and a clicking. By the time that you've parsed that those were dog tags and dog claws, you've very suddenly (and once again) got a hot, furry weight settling on your back, although this time you can feel the fur of Pounda's chest and belly directly on your bare back and ass. You make a noise of denial and start trying to straighten up, but before you can the dog has thrust forward and claimed your pussy once again. You find yourself groaning around Trent's prick as that tapering spear of a cock starts pounding into you again, the dog's thrusts rocking you forward a bit each time, pressing you further onto the human pole in your mouth. Whether Trent is just too shocked to stop things or just doesn't care to, you can't really puzzle out... you do know his hand is still on your head, if anything encouraging you as his dog fucking you gradually works his prick further and deeper down your throat. \n\nSoon your chin is rubbing up against the bottom of Trent's zipper as Pounda's fucking drives you fully forward. You brace both hands against the couch as the dog fucks you against his master, spitroasted by thick human prick in one hole and eager doggy dick in the other. Soon you're cumming again, if anything even harder than the first time Pounda raped your hot little cunt. The feel of Trent's dick throbbing deep in your throat and his strong hand on your head urging you to suck him off just enhances the pleasure of being forcefully taken by that rough animal fucking from behind, with you just as naked as the beast above this time. You're cumming every several thrusts, and anticipation washes over you as you once again feel that thick bulge thumping against your pussylips. When it shoves inside you, Trent also pushes you down on him, and you cum so hard your eyes roll up in your head, your lips rubbing the root of Trent's prick as your pussy gushes around his dog's knot.\n\nYou lose track of time a little, and when you come to Pounda is just pulling out of you and you allowing a torrent of dog cum to come spilling out of your pussy in the wake of his knot, and your cheek is resting against Trent's thigh. Shivering a little, you look up at him and the bemused expression on his face. "Sorry, I guess he just got it into his head to jump up on you like that. He's never done that before... still, it looks like you didn't exactly mind...?" he says in a curious voice.\n\n<hr>\n[[You loved it.|GGDog]]\n\n[[You didn't have much choice.|GGDog]]

As most of the cum finishes draining out of you, leaving you only slightly bloated, the creature grabs you around the middle with two arms again and starts bringing you in closer. Your mind is so ravaged and broken that you can't even care if it's about to resume raping you... and then you see the glint of bright white, almost perfectly triangular teeth as it opens its maw wider and wider, only the faintest hint of an even darker patch on its outline to show where its mouth must be. You manage to give a short, terrified scream before it stuffs your head and shoulders into its mouth and then shoves you in deeper. You can feel its throat close around your head, silencing your scream, its huge tongue lashing and coiling over your tits as you're swallowed and shoved deeper and deeper inside. Its throat stretches around your breasts as well, your arms soon held at your sides not by the beast's hands but by its lips, and then its throat as it gulps and swallows.\n\nYour feebly kicking legs wave in the air outside of its mouth as it closes its black lips around you and continues to swallow hard, drawing your squirming body ever deeper, your hips and then your thighs sliding inside its mouth. Its tongue briefly toys about inside your stretched and gaping pussy and asshole, and then it gives one more hard swallow and pulls you entirely in, your bare feet slipping between its lips and disappearing. You feel yourself sliding down its throat for what feels like forever, your naked body squeezed and massaged by the undulating, hot, wet passage all around you. Until finally you can feel yourself being pushed into a tight, round space, forced to curl in on yourself as the world around you continues to squeeze and stroke over you, as if you were constantly being felt up by the beast's stomach(?). You keep expecting to pass out or feel a fiery sensation on your skin, but you settle into a sort of constant haze, eternally kept on the edge of twilight in the hot darkness as it drips and squeezes around you, left with nothing but the lingering tremors of the orgasms the beast fucked you into before it swallowed you.\n\nOver the next several months, your body and soul are gradually absorbed in the infernal thing's gut, steadily shrinking and disappearing until nothing are left. You cease to exist, nothing but a faint echo in the flesh and demonic energy that make up your devourer, with nothing but a scattered handful of shredded clothes to mark your passing, and even those doomed to go undiscovered by anyone that might come looking for you. Your decision to brave the darkness has led to a rather ignominious end.\n\nYou have been eaten by a Gru.\n\n<b>Monk Cyan</b> end - <i>Eaten by a Gru</i>

Despite all the "fun" you've had, you're not exactly eager to see if Mr. Bobsled there is going to initiated round two. You quickly straighten up and yank up your jeans and panties... and blush at the feeling of the fabric of your thong immediately becoming soaked with a mingling of your cum and the dog's and clinging to you.\n\nThe dog doesn't even look up from licking himself as you grab your bag and hurry past, heading back the way you came, without actually breaking into a run... you're not exactly eager to stimulate any further predatory instincts he might have. As you're making your way through the semi-wall of bushes and trees that hopefully made absolutely sure no one saw you getting raped by a dog, you glance back over your shoulder to see if he's following... and almost run full-on into someone. You quickly stumble back, stammering a reflexive apology as you look up.\n\nWow. It's... a really nice-looking guy. Probably college age, or maybe just a little older... tall and rugged-looking, with short black hair, and well-built too, to judge by the way that black t-shirt hugs his chest and shoulders. He gives you an absolutely killer smile, too, as he reaches out a hand to your shoulder to help steady you. "It's fine, it's fine. You alright?"\n\n"Um, yeah," you reply, suddenly feeling almost shy. "I just got kinda spooked by a... kinda big, aggressive dog," you add in a murmur, your face coloring as you can feel another fat glob of dog cum slip out of your pussy, past the edge of your hastily re-donned panties and slip down your thigh. Yeah, aggressive is one word for it.\n\n"He didn't hurt you, did he?" the man asks, looking concerned as he gives you a quick glance up and down (and you hope desperately that the dog cum hasn't soaked through enough to create a wet spot on the crotch of your jeans).\n\n"No, didn't hurt me," you manage, shaking your head as you try to collect your wits. "Just... gave me a scare, I guess."\n\n"Sounds like you're pretty shaken up, yeah," he answers, concern still obvious in his voice. He thumbs over his shoulder. "Listen, I live practically next door to the park. Why don't you stop by for a few, maybe have a glass of water, try to calm down a little."\n\nOh wow, seriously cute guy asking you over to his place. ... Two minutes after you just got dogfucked. Talk about mixed feelings...\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GGDog2x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Just run off.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

Is your aunt actually trying to hide that thing, or is it just stuck out of the way? Your curiosity aroused, you move over to the shelf the large footlocker is sitting on and haul it out from behind the coats, undoing the latches and lifting the lid.\n\nAt first you don't really get what you're seeing. It's definitely a lot of straps, and shapes, lots of black with bits of red. Then you realize that you're looking at... bondage equipment? Your face heats as you poke through the chaotically-sorted stuff a bit, trying to figure out what you're really seeing. No, there's definitely several harnesses, and at least two riding crops, but some of it takes a bit more examination to realize what it is.\n\n'Is this... pet play?' you think, eyes widening. You haven't exactly seen much with it, but between internet forums and salacious crime dramas on TV, you've got a general idea of the concept. There definitely seems to be a few items intended for that sort of thing... you see butt plugs with tails coming off of them, and some sort of binders as well as sleeves. Leashes and collars, and some odd muzzles...\n\nGeez, you had no idea Aunt Kelly was so... well, kinky. Despite your shock, you have to admit that between the thrill of delving into such a private aspect of someone's life and the sheer wickedness of what's in front of you, you're kind of... excited.\n\n'You could try something on.'\n\nThe thought pops into your head and colors your cheeks. Well... you guess you could. Not like anyone would ever know...\n\n<hr>\n[[Try on a collar.|SamCl]]\n\n[[Try on a bit gag.|SamCl]]\n\n[[Better not.|SamCl]]

Your name is Holly, and as if that weren't bad enough, you're a natural blonde with a sunny disposition and a big chest. Oh well, aside from constant jokes about how you would if you could and whatnot, life's pretty good. You have a lifestyle blog that's popular enough to not just live off of, but live comfortably, and part of it has to do with your holiday coverage. You love holidays! Practically any of 'em, as long as it's a reason to decorate and/or dress up and have a good time, you're into it! People come flocking to your blog for recipes, decorating ideas, and musical suggestions.\n\nSo it's really just a question of what holiday you're celebrating. Pick your month!\n\n[[February.|HollyFebruary]]\n\n[[March.|HollyMarch]]\n\n[[April|HollyApril]]\n\n[[July.|HollyJuly]]\n\n[[October.|HollyOctober]]\n\n[[November.|HollyNovember]]\n\n[[December.|HollyDecember]]

Panting and still smeared with cum, you stagger to your feet, absently pulling off your jizz-spattered shirt and tossing it aside as you head downstairs, leaving you in just that tight little thong hugging your balls. You don't see your prey in the living room so you quickly head to the kitchen, where she's bent over the counter writing a note, that round ass jutting up in the air with the skirt hugging it, almost showing off a flash of panties, the bitch practically begging for it.\n\nYou're on her in a flash, shoving up her skirt as she yelps and tries to rise, giving her a quick shove down against the counter before yanking her panties down, that generous ass wobbling from the suddenness of the motion. "Wha-?! Cyan, what are you-?!" she manages to get out before you slam your throbbing cock into the pussy that gave you life, your mother shrieking out in shock and ashamed pleasure.\n\nYou grab her wide hips and begin slamming into her relentlessly, moaning at the feel and sight of your hips sending tremors through her round, mature ass with every impact. "Cyan, no, what is this, stop," she protests, even as you can feel her pussy growing wetter and hotter by the second, more moans coloring her voice as she continues to plead with you to stop. You reach forward and yank her blouse open, buttons bouncing off the countertop as you haul down the front of her bra, spilling her big soft tits free to wobble and jiggle as you pound her cunt.\n\n"Fuck, fuck Mom, I love raping your cunt," you groan as you completely surrender to the pleasure, your motions practically bestial as you slam your prick into her sodden hole, your hands once again gripping her hips and hauling her back against you. You notice she's starting to rock back against you a bit on her own as well, her hands braced against the counter no longer trying to scramble to push herself away but instead holding on for purchase.\n\n"Oh! Oh God!" your mother gasps out, her voice full of whorish desire, before she finally blurts out, "Yes, yes, Cyan, rape mommy, rape mommy's cunt with that big fat prick, oh God, oh God I'm gonna cum!" she shrieks right before she does, her pussy clamping down around your throbbing cock, a good fourteen inches of stiff teenage prick stuffed inside her at this point. Of course with your level of inexperience you're not going to be able to hold out against that and you almost immediately start shooting an even more massive load than before deep inside your mother, the both of you making nearly identical expressions of brainless pleasure as you cum together, eyes rolled up and tongues lolled out, idiotic smiles on your faces.\n\nAfter a few moments you pull back, panting at the sight of what you've done to your mother's pussy, having left it gaping slightly open with dribbles of cum running out of it. The sight makes you feel...\n\n<hr>\n[[... guilty.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[... even hornier.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Potent.|GGCandy]]

"There's an Ami unit you have doing janitorial work in Commerce Central," you say, forcing yourself to keep that same neutral tone as you gesture towards Ami. "Looks like her."\n\n"Ah, yeah, got that batch on the default from some deadbeat who ran out on his rent," Orkin grunts, his nostrils flaring a bit and drawing in some of the drifting haze around him. "What of it?"\n\n"I'll buy her off of you. Simple as that." You can sense Ami giving a slight jump next to you, but so far this is the most direct, least problematic way of securing Three's freedom that you've been able to think of. You don't exactly like the idea of buying a person, but if it gets her out of this place...\n\n"Mm. You want to buy a last-gen menial with a bunch of hours and hard use on her," Orkin rumbles, his small, dark eyes narrowing a little.\n\n"Problem?"\n\n"Mostly that you think I'm dumb enough to believe Cypher Ceed, one of the most infamous bounty runners in twelve systems, would come out to the ass-end of nowhere just to buy a used fleshdroid," he snorts. "You gonna tell me that?"\n\n"... No," you admit after a moment, since it seems the wisest course.\n\n"Now that makes more sense. Come out here for something else, then get some attack of conscience maybe? From that one?" Orkin's long head turns towards Ami briefly, then back at you. "Well. On the one hand, if anyone else wandered in here and had taken a shine to one of the menials, I might let it go for just a modest upcharge. Prefer 'bots anyway, they don't get distracted from their duties by someone bendin' 'em over and havin' a go. ... Mostly," he adds in a mutter, before snorting again and continuing. "But you, Ceed, guys like you are bad for my business. I might not run the most clean-cut operation in the world, but there's an order to the way this place works. And that order gets disturbed when people get nervous. And people get nervous when they hear a big tough bounty hunter is around, even if they're not the sort with bounties on their heads."\n\n"... What are you trying to say?"\n\n"I'm saying, I'll sell you the Ami, Ceed, for more than a mild upcharge... but only if you agree to take her and get the hell out of here. Whoever you're here to bring in, leave 'em be. Take your fleshdroids and get in your funny little ship and scram without telling anyone you were ever here."\n\nYou frown. "And if I don't want to do that?"\n\n"I run an open door station, Ceed, anyone from glow dealers to spies to bounty hunters can come and go as they please. But might be I'll leak that you're here myself. Let your bounty go scurrying into the wind while every nervous cutthroat on the station decides to either get ahead of being bounty collected or make a name for themselves taking you down. Murder's prohibited on the station, but..." He takes a long drag on his cigar, then lets out a stream of the smoke as his muzzle curls in a smirk. "I wouldn't expect any of the guards to come running to your side to protect you if I were you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Refuse.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Make a deal.|Cypher5x8]]\n\n[[Threaten him.|Cypher6x1]]

Your whole body goes stiff (some bits more than others), muscles locking up and brain hitting an overflow fault and providing a less-than-helpful bluescreen. You're practically an action figure as you're hauled back away from the door and turned around to face the smirking Tanya. She's wearing a black top that's basically just a flap of black cloth held on by ties behind her back and neck, and a pair of very tight, short shiny black short-shorts, as well as tall 'loose' black boots. She looks you up and down, then lets out a short laugh.\n\n"Whew! I sent Amber to you telling her to be your plaything, and instead you clearly wound up as hers. Probably should have seen that coming, shouldn't I?" She cups her chin and looks you up and down again as you squirm nervously, seeming entirely too amused as she continues. "But boy she really did a number on you. If I hadn't known you for years I might not have recognized you. That and your tendency to peek in slightly open doors."\n\n"Uh, that's... I just..." you stammer, glancing towards said door.\n\n"Oh, I'm guessing those three wanted someone to look. Maybe I kinda did too, come to think of it. It's certainly had some interesting results." She snags your shoulder and turns you around, slipping an arm around you and tugging you against her side so that you wind up with your head against the side of her breast, leaving you both turning on and internally panicking as she starts walking you down the hallway. "Come along, scrubette, I want to have more of a look at you."\n\nYou soon find yourself being half-shoved into one of the rooms, which is equipped with a bed, nightstand, and two chairs, and not much else. Tanya turns to close and lock the door, your trepidation growing as she turns back to look at you. "Oh yeah, great job on the makeup... subtle in places, blatant in others, that and everything else screams 'I'm a flat-chested girl whose more confident friends dressed her and dragged her to this party'. Which is so you all over," she continues with another short laugh, before grinning. "Show 'em to me."\n\n"Sh-... show... what?" you murmur, glancing down and fiddling with the hem of your skirt, your cheeks aflame.\n\n"You know what. I bet she picked out some super cute ones. Show 'em to me."\n\nBiting your lower lip, but overwhelmed by the force of personality from 'Tanya the Evil', you slowly lift up the front of your skirt, glancing aside in embarrassment as you reveal the little pink panties stretched over your half-hard cock, your hands trembling a little with your nervousness and humiliation.\n\n"I was right, those are cute as fuck," Tanya murmurs, eyes flickering with heat as she looks at you. Then she raises those eyes to your face. "Take 'em off."\n\n<hr>\n[[Y-... yes ma'am...|QOGF]]\n\n[[... no.|QOGF]]

You don't want to have a couple of guards calling for help while the rest of them are busy tearing each other's clothes off. And there are a few other vaguely... uncomfortable... scenarios you can picture. You'd better put this thing down where it's sure to get everyone. You carefully wiggle your way forward until you're closer to the vent, and can carefully lift it and set it aside. Peering down, you take a look at the guards... fifteen men, two women, all wearing fairly loose black outfits that you suppose are some sort of ninja getup, though they lack hoods (or just aren't wearing the hoods in the barracks). You pull the grenade from your hip and settle your finger on the button. Okay, so you could put it right in the center of the room, but it looks like one of the women is further on the edge, oh she's moving, but now one of the men is standing under a different vent, what if the fresh air keeps him from being affected, maybe wait for him to-\n\nYour thoughts are interrupted by a sudden loud creaking sound, making you blink... then yelp as the area underneath you collapses, the area closer to the vent apparently not meant to sustain a person's weight for an extended period. You thud to your front on the ground, the world spinning and a faint hissing noise filling your ears, as well as the sounds of people crying out in surprise, a few of them coughing a little. You push yourself up to find a pair of guns on you, a guard directly in front of you and one off to the side a bit, both scowling as they train their weapons on you. Um... crap...\n\nThen you watch as their eyes begin to glaze over, and their cocks visibly stiffen beneath their loose pants, pressing up to bulge out the fabric. Their guns waver and start to lower... this could be your chance to try and escape! Except you're too busy lurching forward and ripping open the front guard's pants, and shoving your mouth down on his cock. You stuff it down your throat, forcing your way all the way to the root on the very first go, your absolute <i>need</i> to suck that cock and have it deep inside you all you can think about as you start bobbing your head frantically, slurping and licking at it as you gulp it down. The other guard drops his gun and grabs your hips, hauling your ass higher before yanking at the back of your suit... either his lust has lent him some greater strength or your suit is more vulnerable to being torn than it looks, because it tears like tissue paper, baring the middle curves of your butt and exposing your sopping, practically gushing pussy to the air, right before he stuffs his cock in it and begins pounding away like a dog in rut.\n\nYou're vaguely, distantly aware of the sounds of more fucking going on around you, and of someone shouting your ear, but all you can think about is the two cocks spitroasting you, pounding away at your throat and pussy with equal force and desire. You cum over and over again from being slammed by the pair of horny, fuck-addled animals in human form shoving their cocks in you, your pussy having soaked the one behind you's balls and upper legs as he pounds against you. It seems like forever and only seconds until they're both spilling their loads in you, then drawing away so others can step in, shove you down on all fours, one stuffing his cock in your equally eager ass and sending a shuddering assgasm tearing through your body while another grabs the sides of your head and begins skullfucking you like there's no tomorrow.\n\nSoon another lust-crazed man is working his way underneath you so he can access your neglected, creampied pussy with his tireless prick, all three of your holes filled, your squeals of whorish ecstasy muffled by the cock pouring cum down your throat. The one fucking your ass spills his load into you soon after, crawling away to start sucking another guard's cock as a new male settles behind you. For whatever reason he apparently decides he doesn't like the look of your freshly-creamed pucker, so pushes his stiff prick into your pussy alongside the one currently fucking away at it, stretching you wide around both shafts that squirm and stroke around inside you in chaotic tempo with each other.\n\nThe mindless orgy in the guard room stretches on and on, partners grabbed and taken without any regard for orientation, just a need to be satisfied. You bounce your ass eagerly on the cock of one of the guards, your pussy dripping both girlcum and mancum down onto his balls. You're stroking two cocks while two more are shoved into your mouth, the spongy heads bulging up your cheeks, your face glistening with pussy juices from one of the female guards riding it for a good twenty minutes previously. Your suit has been ripped open as well, your perky tits jiggling and bouncing even as they're sprayed with fresh loads of cum, milky white streaking across the pale golden skin as you're painted for the third or thirteenth time, you have no idea.\n\nEventually the guards have collapsed in separate heaps, and you lay on your belly on the floor, twitching and shuddering with aftershocks as your pussy and ass ooze thick streams of cum to puddle between your legs. Trying to put your mind back together, you shakily get to all fours and crawl in the direction of the door.\n\n"Well well."\n\nYou raise your head, eyes still a bit glassy as you look up at Kuroko Sakai, immaculate in her sharply-cut business suit and flanked by a pair of large, masked ninja guards. "Somebody's little flunky... one of Katsuko's by the look of you." She raises one foot and nudges the side of her gleaming purple stiletto heel against the side of your head, more a light shove than a kick, but it's enough to topple you to the ground. She places the sole of the shoe against your cheek and grinds lightly, but the chemicals still coursing through your veins just have you whimpering and sticking your tongue out, lapping against the tapering point of the heel as it rubs against your lips. "And as big of a whore as she is. Well, don't worry, little slut... I'm sure I can find a use for you."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game over.|Kyoko5xEnd]]

"Look at them," you declare mock-solemnly, tapping the screen to switch the camera's view around, showing the little mouselike things popping out of the holes and flailing their apparently spring-mounted arms around, some of their mustaches still twitching and moving while others are stuck at odd angles, some with their little plastic rainbow shirts and red suspenders still intact, others with them scratched and chipped, showing off white or yellowed plastic beneath. "They taunt me. Obviously they must be taught a lesson."\n\nExtending your phone case's stand, you settle it at the edge of the game box where it should be out of the way but still have a view of you playing. You heft up the attached hammer, its padded ends cracked and fraying, before dropping a few tokens into the slot. The machine plays a spritely, but slightly distorted tune, all its lights flashing in slightly off-kilter patterns as all the Gallagher Gophers pop up and tilt to the side, doing a slow spin with arms extended in a 'here I am!' gesture, heads tilting to keep their blank plastic eyes on you the entire time. ... Was it always that creepy or does it only seem that way because you're alone in a dark arcade? In any event they drop back into their holes, and a voice chirps "STARrrr<b>rrrrrrr̛͙̳͇͙̰r̫̫̦̣̺̰rr̰̘̭r͈͙r̛̦͙̟̥͓͈r͚̜̩͘ͅͅr͓̣̀r͚r̭̘̟̗t̨</b>!" in a way that slows and distorts in such a way that you're afraid the cabinet is actually erroring out right in front of you. But then it chirps some more music and the first of the gophers pops back up.\n\nYou quickly swing the hammer, bopping the tiny animatronic on the head, the gopher responding with a shocked and offended "OW!" before dropping back down into its hole, arms flailing all the while. Grinning, you concentrate on them as they start popping up more rapidly and in odder patterns, each one giving that rather impressive "OW!" when you slam the hammer down on its head. This actually is pretty fun, even if it's an older game, they made these little things pretty fun to hit.\n\n"HEY!" one calls as it pops up, thrusting its arms upwards as if for attention.\n\n'Huh, that's new, wonder if they do that as the pattern gets more complex?' you think idly as you bop the Gallagher Gopher on the head, sending it back down with a somehow even more infuriated "OW!" 'Man they put a lot of work into this thing, wonder why they just left i-'\n\n"HEY BITCH!" the next Gallagher Gopher calls as it pops up.\n\nThat shocks you that you actually stop in mid-swing, staggering a little. Wait, did it seriously just...?!\n\nAnother Gallagher Gopher pops up, pointing directly at you with one of its flaily little arms. "Yeah we're talking to you!"\n\nYet another pops up, twisting around in its game cabinet hole to face you. "How would yoooou like it if someone just came up and started pounding on yoooooou?"\n\nAnother pops up, this one that had apparently gotten twisted backwards during the game... but now just its head swivels around towards you, then clicks jerkily back and forth with every word it speaks. "I. Say. We. Show. Her."\n\n"YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" all of the Gallagher Gophers shout as they pop up out of the game box triumphantly... before starting to clamber out of the holes, moving like very real, if very twitchy and slightly mechanical, creatures.\n\nYou'd been staring in shock this whole time, but the sight of them clambering out of the game and starting to leap off of it, some of them holding tiny plastic hammers, is enough to snap you out of it. Screaming, you drop the hammer and run, hearing the squealing laughter of the Gallagher Gophers and the skittering of their little plastic feet as they race after you. A glance over your shoulder shows that more and more of them are climbing out of the machine through the holes, clambering up the sides of nearby games and cabinets and starting to run across them. This time as you run past the video games you're absolutely sure that the characters are staring out at you, heads turning to watch to flee the tiny horde in terror, polygonal or pixelated faces twisted in mocking leers. But most of your attention is on the ever-approaching sounds of the tiny little raging robots that from the sound of them are getting steadily closer.\n\n<hr>\n[[Run for the exit!|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Try to hide!|WilmaFun5x4]]

"Well, the thing is, I was down in the basement looking through some of my late husband's things, and I found these," you answer, turning aside and picking up a set of headphones. They're the ear-covering sort, and these have a pair of LED-studded 'cat ears' on the top of the band. The LEDs, as you discovered reading the manual, can be configured for almost any color, but you took a guess and set them to purple. You seem to have guessed right, since even the unbearably shy girl perks up and looks interested as they come out. "They seem to be programmed with some songs already, and I was curious as to what they are, since my husband apparently put them on here. They're not Ken's sort of music, I thought you might be able to recognize them. Either way, afterwards why don't you keep these...?"\n\n"O-oh, I couldn't," she murmurs, though she's visibly having to restrain herself from reaching forward and making 'gimme' motions with her fingers. Smiling, you hand them over, watching her slide them onto her ears and, following your direction, hitting the power button on the side. You can't actually hear the pop-y techno, but you can see her making a bit of a face as she struggles to place it. The thoughtful expression gradually fades to a confused one, and from there her face goes slack, expression gradually going blank, pale grey eyes glazing over as she stares straight ahead.\n\n"Hinako, can you hear me?" you ask, the lights on the ears flashing due to recognizing your voice pattern.\n\n"Yes," she murmurs in a monotone, without any of the hesitation or stammering that's her usual hallmark.\n\nYou smile. Looks like the mind control is working... well, your husband was quite the genius engineer after all. (Too bad about that lightning strike.) Still, best to test it. "Hinako, stand up and take off your jeans."\n\n"Yes," she repeats, immediately standing up, hands moving smoothly to unbutton and unzip the baggy jeans and letting them drop, briefly revealing her plain black panties before her shirt drops down over her hips, some of her cotton-hugged crotch still getting flashed as she steps out of the jeans and nudges them aside.\n\nGood, looks like she's entirely receptive. Now... hm. You realize you only really thought up to this point, and now with an attractive, pantsless teenage girl awaiting reprogramming in front of you, you're not entirely sure what to do. Well... maybe you should...\n\n<hr>\n[[Reprogram her to be the perfect girlfriend for Ken.|Marei]]\n\n[[Reprogram her to be the perfect wife for Ken.|Marei]]\n\n[[Reprogram her to be the perfect love slave for Ken.|Marei]]\n\n[[Reprogram her to be the perfect love slave for you.|Marei]]\n\n[[Reprogram her to be a slave, period.|Marei]]

"I'm pleading Not Guilty, obviously!" you blurt indignantly.\n\nShe sighs and nods. "Very well. The screen will deactivate now. Please be aware that if you attack me, decide to run, or deviate from our path to the court, you will be shocked into unconsciousness, and a summary judgement is likely to be made."\n\nThe memory of the stun blast you got shot with is still a little too fresh to contemplate that, so you wait until the space between the two of you clears and follow along after Edwina as she turns and makes her way down the hall. At the end of it, a door slides open, and the room beyond comes into view as you walk in. The front of it looks similar to a courtroom as you're familiar with it, only there are three figures seated in a line at the judging station instead of one. They're all various types of humanoid alien, though they all seem to have some obvious cybernetic implants too. The witness stand is at a right angle to the judge's stand instead of flush with it, and there's only one table area directly across from it.\n\n"No jury? No prosecuting attorney?" you whisper as the two of you move towards the table.\n\n"Not for this sort of trial, no," Edwina murmurs back as the two of you take your seats. "It's a military tribunal, meaning that you are not entitled to judgement by your peers, and the judge council itself acts as the prosecution as well as the jury and judges. It's one of the reasons I heavily advised you to plead guilty... in a civilian trial we might have had a chance to convince a jury of mostly civilians, but here the hurdle is much, much higher."\n\n"Counsel, please present your client's plea," the center judge announces with a slightly tinny voice.\n\nEdwina stands, so you do too, just to be on the safe side. "My client has chosen to plead Not Guilty, your honors."\n\n"Very well, please state the primary basis of this plea."\n\n"Your honors, my client was subjected to an unorthodox and quasi-legal method of recruitment into the Space Rangers. While she technically signed an enrollment contract by putting on the uniform, this was not a typical method of making a legal agreement on her world, which as noted is unaligned. As you can now see for yourselves, she is also quite young, still largely considered a child in her own culture. She was subjected to extreme culture shock and duress, and was thus not aware of the severity of her actions. I would like to again state my urge for dismissal of charges and the return of Cyan LaChance to her homeworld, 'Earth'."\n\n"Very well. Counsel, do you wish to state any further mitigating factors at this time?"\n\nEdwina turns to you and leans down, lowering her voice to ask, "If you have any other arguments for me to present, now is the time."\n\n<hr>\n[[Blame the gun.|GGSR3x4]]\n\n[[Blame humanity.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Blame the Space Rangers.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Blame that Captain guy.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Don't blame anyone but insist you're not guilty.|GGSR12x1]]\n\n[[No, that's it.|GGSR]]

Some 'classic' arcade action is probably better... it'd certainly be harder to claim you faked it up in a garage or something for sure. You draw out your cellphone and flick it on, switching the camera around to screen-side before hitting record.\n\n"Hey everybody, Wilma here with another entry for the Monster Magnet blog. Iiiii am currently in Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland! Yeah, the weird abandoned theme park," you continue as you wander into the section of the more physically oriented games. "Specifically I am in the arcade, and you might not believe it but a lot of this stuff still works. So I'm gonna play one of the actual hands-on games that's still working, specifically..."\n\n<hr>\n[["-Crazy Coyote's Claw Capture."|WilmaFun6x1]]\n\n[["-Gallagher Gopher's Wowee Whomp."|WilmaFun5x3]]\n\n[["-skeeball."|WilmaFun8x1]]

You make a few calls around to some trusted fighters you know, and find out that Hell Kore is, apparently, a very real tournament and has been held for quite some time. Roughly every twenty-five years, invitations are sent out, and while no one can exactly vouch for some of the more exotic prizes, one of your former teachers admits that the sprawling dojo you trained in was a prize he won at the last Hell Kore. Fighters from all over the world are invited to participate in a no-holds-barred beatdown and give their all, and by the time you hang up the phone at the end of the day you've gone from suspicious to excited. You need to call your manager and tell him to accept the invitation for you, but first thing's first. Grabbing a pair of scissors, you snip the ponytail off the back of your head, and give your short, somewhat ragged hair a shake. Maybe you'll get it cleaned up before you go, if you have time.\n\nA long flight and a short ride on a very strange, very old, very rickety boat later, you step onto an island shrouded in mists somewhere off the coast of China. You've got to admit, these guys have got a sweet setup going on here. The whole eternally-misty oceans, the stone walkway leading to an ancient temple, the big mountain looming in the background. You walk up the path with your bag on your shoulder, and wind up milling around in a courtyard packed with other people. You recognize a few of them, and on others you recognize little ticks and quirks that give away their styles. This is definitely an extremely diverse tournament, it's got everything from guys in suits and sunglasses to what you're fairly sure are a small group of Somali pirates.\n\nEventually an old Chinese man in traditional robes, complete with long white beard, makes his way up onto the raised dais above the courtyard you're all gathered in. He looks out at you all with rheumy, pale eyes, then nods.\n\n"Greetings, fighters, and welcome to the hallowed halls of Hell Kore, the tournament of warriors, gods, and demons." There are murmurs, polite applause, or derisive laughter from various parts of the crowd, but most of you remain silent and listening. The old man waits a few moments before continuing. "I am Ji Kulao, your host. Tomorrow, the tournament proper will begin. But first, of course, I must present to you the rules for this tournament."\n\n"The first rule is that there are no restrictions on the moves and holds you may use, areas of the body you may strike, or the strength of your attacks. Indeed, you may use whatever methods you believe will allow you to succeed and result in your opponent's defeat. The only restriction on weapons are that they must be for use in melee... firearms, blowguns, crossbows, and such are strictly forbidden."\n\nYou and some of the others shift and look around at each other, obviously not liking the sound of this. Ji Kulao apparently notices, because he continues, "Worry not about the lethality of these things. The ancient magic of the island shall keep there from being any fatalities. You may not believe in this yet, but trust me when I say that you will. Now, on to the actual battles themselves. In each fight, two opponents will face each other. The winner will, of course, move ahead in the tournament, eventually heading towards the ultimate prize of the tournament... riches beyond the dreams of mortal men, power and titles, and of course immortality."\n\nSomething in the way he says it makes you shudder, because you actually <i>believe</i> it somehow. You notice an avaricious light beginning in the eyes and faces of many of those around you, apparently they believe it too. The old man actually smiles now, before he speaks again.\n\n"One opponent is determined to be the loser when the Dark Judge considers them to have been thoroughly defeated, even if they are still on their feet. At that point, the losing fighter has two choices. They may <b>Submit</b>, admitting their defeat. They will be granted that round's prize, although before they claim it, they will most likely be forced to submit to a humiliating punishment... note that often, the greater the potential reward, the greater the potential punishment, although this is not always an 'exact science', as they say. They may also <b>Resist</b>, continuing to fight even after they have been declared defeated. Should they manage to win the day against their opponent, they shall proceed on to the next round... but should they fail, they will forfeit their right to the prize, and the punishment will be far more severe."\n\n"Well!" He places his hands together. "That should cover just about everything. Your rooms are marked with your names... gentlemen, your accomodations are in the right side of the temple, ladies, the left. The dining hall will be open all evening for those of you who wish to partake of our offered fare or meet your fellow fighters. Ah, but I must ask you not to wander around to other areas on your own, they are private and off-limits unless you are invited specifically into them. And of course, if you decide that Hell Kore is simply not for you, the boat will be here until morning, you may return to it any time before then. I bid you good evening." With that, he turns and shuffles down the steps and off into one of the numerous darkened archways.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to your room.|HellKore1x1]]\n\n[[Socialize.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Snoop.|HellKore6x1]]\n\n[[Leave.|HellKore4x1]]

Wincing at a slightly harder slam from the hammer, you look up at the frozen, immobile face of the Crazy Coyote animatronic, grinning wanly at it. "H-hey, aren't coyotes a natural predator of gophers? Don't suppose you'd be willing to help out?"\n\nFor a moment nothing happens other than you feeling a little calmer from taking the time to quip in such an insane situation. Then there's a soft whirr as the animatronic's ears move and its eyes light up, glowing solid red as it rises up from its looming position. The jaw with its displayed plastic triangles of teeth clicks closed, your eyes widening and face going pale with terror as its knees groan softly with movement, the whole thing stepping in and slamming a metal-and-plastic hand to the door beside your head.\n\n"Maybe, little one," Crazy Coyote says, the movements of its jaw-motors faintly audible beneath the soft thrum of the thing's lightly Mexican-accented voice. "Maybe."\n\n<hr>\n[[[Screams in mind-broken terror.]|WilmaFun]]\n\n[["... uh... hi."|WilmaFun5x6]]

"Mai, honey, you want another beer?" Cody asks, already in the middle of flagging down one of the vendors.\n\n"Yeah sure babe. <i><b>C'mooooon! De-fense!</b></i>" you shout, cupping your hands around your mouth.\n\nA moment later Cody passes the plastic cup of reasonably icy yellow brew to you, and you flop back in your chair to take a drink, the motion making your tits jiggle. It draws several stares from the people who had already been trying not to stare at you. Of course, you could wear a bra, but you don't actually seem to need one... it's not uncomfortable for you to go without, the sheer physics impossibility of that aside. Besides, you think with a grin, the jealous glances they shoot at Cody when you slip your arm through his are not to be missed out on.\n\n"I still think it was a mistake hiring that guy," Cody notes as he sips his own beer, frowning thoughtfully below the brim of his Deviville Minotaurs cap. "His behavior was pretty toxic and no one else in the league wanted to touch him with a ten foot pole."\n\n"Yeaaaah but he sure makes a cute cheerleader after that new steroid injection they came up with," you observe cheerfully, flicking the brim of your own cap. "I heard it's part of her contract that she has to bang the entire team after every game they win."\n\n"Oh, c'mon," Cody scoffs, shooting you a smirk.\n\n"It's true, I heard it!" you answer with a laugh. Both of you turn back to the game, and gradually your hand wanders to his thigh, gently rubbing the shape of his cock under the denim, feeling him gradually stiffen inside the tight fabric. You almost shiver as he suddenly leans in, breath warm on your ear as he whispers.\n\n"Did I ever tell you I've always had a fantasy of getting blown in a barely-hidden alcove at a football stadium during a game?"\n\nYour own grin widens, and you turn your head to kiss his cheek, whispering back to him, "Lemme just finish my beer, babe." After that he settles back into his seat, with you continuing to lightly rub his cock with one hand while sipping your drink with the other. You think about how when you stand up, every eye is going to be on your ass in your tight little cutoffs and your tits in the Minotaurs tanktop, and more than a few of them are going to figure that you're going to go suck Cody's cock (which of course you are). Your best friend's going to have his fantasy come true, a bunch of other guys and gals are going to know he's the sort of guy that has his fantasies come true, and you're going to get to make that happen.\n\nYour pussy's wet just thinking about it. Fuck, you're lucky.\n\n<b>Cosplay Casbah</b> End - <i>Cody's Perfect Girlfriend</i>

You've been ducking and weaving through the cabinets in your panic and realize that you have almost no idea where in the arcade you are, since you didn't bother to explore it fully before trying your (clearly regrettable) stunt at playing the game. You pause only long enough to take a quick look around and spot a door that says 'Employees Only', hoping you're not making an even worse mistake as you throw yourself towards it, throwing it open in front of you and then slamming your body up against it to close it. You're almost instantly plunged into complete darkness, the smell of cleaning chemicals and old mildew strong in your nose. You shudder in silence for a moment, then give a shriek at a small but powerful impact against the door, followed by another, and another as the small animatronics presumably start throwing themselves against the outside, the impacts of their little bodies still sending shudders through the metal and your hoodie and into your back, like you can feel them in your flesh. There's a pause, letting you take several shuddering breaths in peace, before letting out another yelp at a stronger impact against the door. From the slightly dulled feel of it, they must be using the padded mallet from their game box... not exactly a threat, other than ironically. Though as your eyes begin to adjust, you look down at the door handle... no lock. Even if their method won't break down the door, all they have to do is keep at it until you're too tired to block it anymore.\n\nYou raise your head, starting to be able to pick out the plain metal shelves that mark this as a utility and janitorial closet, scanning along them for anything you could use, spotting a handful of tools and chemical containers along the shelves before you track to the back of the closet. You let out another scream at the realization that something is looming out of the darkness at you, throwing yourself back even harder against the door and scrambling as if you could push right through it, the impacts from outside even pausing briefly as if curious at what caused such a reaction. You spot the gaping maw filled with teeth, the raised, clawed hands, the narrowed eyes, and are sure you're about to be ripped apart and devoured.\n\n... But the thing doesn't move. At all. It just stays frozen in that threatening posture. As your heart rate comes down just a little, enough that you can think again, you recognize the animatronic from one of the pictures you saw outside... Crazy Coyote. This one is in better shape than some you've seen pictures of... it looks mostly intact, albeit without any of its fur coating, leaving just the tan-orange plastic of its insides to match the image, all the various motors and servos of its joints and at the base of its large pointed ears and its jaw-flap bare. The only ones that are covered are by the battered denim jacket it's wearing, various dark stains blotting the pale blue-white material here and there.\n\n"Shit, shit, okay, think..." you murmur, wincing as another impact from the hammer hits the door, jarring you just a little.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try some melee combat.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Try some chemical warfare.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Try some gallows humor.|WilmaFun5x5]]

"Yes, Mistress," you murmur with an adoring sigh, the words sending a delightful shiver through your body that starts in your throat and ends in your toes, setting your pussy to dripping as it passes.\n\nIt's as if your words trigger something in the rest of the girls as well. Their eyes, already slightly fogged by the surprisingly strong wine and shock, take on an even more dreamy aspect, each of their mouths turning up in the slightest of smiles. Apparently seeing their leader give in triggers something in each of them, something that washes away the last of their resistance, the tension melting out of their backs and shoulders and leaving the entire group as perfectly at peace with their compliance as you are. \n\n"Good girl," Lauriel says cheerfully, reaching out to pat your thigh like she would a pet. "Now, I'd like all of you to make a gesture of good faith. A tribute to me. All of you remove your panties and set them on the table there."\n\nImmediately every teenage girl present, save Lauriel herself, hurries to set their wine glass down before reaching under their skirts. Some wiggle their hips and legs to work the panties down while still standing (barely flashing their pussies before their skirts fall back down), others simply go for bending over and slipping their panties over the curves of their asses, baring everything to the room at large. You do the latter, having moved forward to set your glass back on the table, trembling with desire at the thought of Lauriel's beautiful blue eyes possibly deigning to grace your bare pussy and pucker with their gaze. Once you've dropped your pink thong into the growing pile of assorted designer panties now accruing on the tabletop, you make your way back to stand dutifully at your owner's side, trying not to quiver at the feeling of your arousal now being free to run down your thighs.\n\n"Very well." Casting her gaze over the collection of panties as if it meant little to her that on her word an entire roomful of haughty, self-assured high school girls had stripped out of their expensive underwear and presented them to her as proof of their devotion, Lauriel continues. "You two, Felicia and Lily. What homework they've given us already is on the entryway table. I remind you that if I get so much as a comment of bad penmanship, I will punish you both severely."\n\n"Yes, Mistress," the pair reply eagerly, in near-perfect synch, before turning and hurrying out of the room. \n\n"Lana? Get started on a new training regimine tonight. I want you capable of doing more than just kneeing someone in the stomach when I have you beat them."\n\n"Yes, Mistress," Lana replies, actually bowing like some sort of warrior to a king before turning and making her way out as well.\n\n"You. The one with small tits," your Mistress continues, pointing to one of the group.\n\n"D-Dinah, Mistress."\n\n"I don't care," Lauriel replies dismissively. "On that table there is a profile of the Chief of Police's sexual interests and fetishes. I expect you to have yourself made over to fit them by the end of the week so that I can whore you out to him as a combination of blackmail and reward."\n\nDinah trembles, obviously swallowing hard. She's always been the shyest and least confident of the group, really only part of your circle because she's your cousin. But after a glance at your airily blissful face, she gives a nod and squeaks out "Yes, Mistress" before turning to retrieve the file and walk out. \n\n"Becky, you are to prove your ingenuity. I want you to have a 'tramp stamp' tattoo before you come to school tomorrow. Make it happen," she adds in a firm tone when it looks like Becky might be opening her mouth to ask how she'd manage that. "Now, the rest of you, shoo," she adds, waving dismissively, Becky and the rest scurrying out obediently. Lauriel glances up at you. "You'll order me a cheese pizza, set the table, then serve."\n\n"Yes, Mistress," you reply with a bow of the head.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|MeanLove2x5]]

You quickly order pizza from the best place in town, promising the person on the other end a hefty additional payment for delivering it when they normally don't offer that option, then hurry to find the plates and dining table, then down to the wine cellar to find the bottle Lauriel commanded, setting everything out. When the doorbell rings, you scurry to answer, paying the annoyed-looking driver $200 out of your own wallet for a large cheese pizza. Carrying it back to the dining area, you find Lauriel already seating herself, so hurry to set the pizza down and serve your Mistress a slice and pour her wine.\n\n"Put your mouth to use," Lauriel commands without even glancing at you, spreading her legs beneath the table. \n\nTrembling with intense arousal at being allowed to serve your Mistress so, you sink to all fours and climb under the table. Delicately lifting her skirt with both hands, you can't help but stare into the shadows for a moment, gazing in awe at the absolutely perfect pink pussy presented to you. Then you lean your head in, starting to lavish your tongue over it worshipfully, stroking the inner curves of the outer lips, gently sucking at them, teasing out her clit until it stiffens and you can roll your tongue around and over it.\n\nThere's never so much as a moan or a gasp from above. In fact the next thing you hear is an imperious, "Slice." Quickly pulling your head back, you do your best to crawl out quickly and stand without doing any undignified scrambling. You use the silver server to dish out another slice of pizza, as well as returning the uneaten crust to the box, and refresh Lauriel's glass of wine. When she spreads her legs again, you obey the unspoken command to crawl back under the table and resume pleasuring her, hands folded in your lap and resisting the urge to touch your sodden, practically pleading pussy since she didn't tell you to do so. \n\nRepeatedly you follow this same pattern, emerging to serve your mistress another slice of the delicious looking and smelling pizza, ignoring your own stomach as it growls, your body wanting more than the delicious nectar of your Mistress's pussy juices even as your mind is perfectly content with them. Eventually though, Lauriel says, "Up." and you climb out from under the table again.\n\n"Clear this away. You may have the rest before you do the dishes, then you'll come and join me in the den," Lauriel declares, waving at the plate dismissively before standing and striding out of the room.\n\nDespite her slender frame, your Mistress seems to have polished off the entire pizza, but you're still extremely honored to be allowed to eat the leftover crusts and down the half mouthful of wine she left. You dutifully scrub the plate to a speck-free shine and carefully wash the wine glass before returning it. You pause briefly as you turn towards the door. It feels like in your hurry to be with Lauriel again, you're forgetting something important... important because it could come back on her if you don't, obviously...\n\nTrying to remember, you fish out your phone and click the screen on, staring briefly at the time... and the moon beside it to indicate that it's dark out. ... Oh! Oh right, your parents. \n\n<hr>\n[[Tell Lauriel you'll have to go.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Leave your parents a message.|MeanLove2x6]]

You unlock the phone and bring up your father's number, hitting it and putting the phone to your ear. You're not too surprised when you get his voicemail despite the hour and despite you not being home yet, he's likely not home yet either. (Your mother might not be either for that matter.) "Hi, Daddy!" you chirp happily. "I'm staying the night at a friend's house, just so you know, bye!" You then end the call. It's not like he hasn't gotten that message and been perfectly fine with it a dozen times before.\n\nYou make your way into the hall and towards what you assume is the den, to judge by the flicker of firelight coming from it. You spot your Mistress's golden hair over the back of another vaguely thronelike, but far comfier-looking, chair angled to face the fire, and make your way over... but almost stop breathing when you notice something else. There's a trail of clothing leading from the door to the chair... Lauriel's clothing. Feeling lightheaded at what you're about to see, you walk over to stand attentively beside the chair, trying not to stare down at your Mistress's heavenly body completely on display as she sprawls in kingly fashion, one long, bare leg folded over the other.\n\n"Brandy," she commands without looking at you, and you hurry to find a glass and pour her some. She sips it, saying nothing for some time, just gazing into the fire with an unreadable expression on her beautiful face. You do your best not to stare (or drool) at those amazing breasts and their perfect little domes of pink nipples, or her perfect flat stomach, or her perfectly curved but slender hips. But eventually she glances up at you. "Hm? Anything to say, pet?"\n\n"You're beautiful." You flush deeply as that makes her smirk, and hasten to add, "Um, I called my father to tell him I won't be home tonight." \n\n"Good," Lauriel answers, downing the last of the brandy before rising to her feet and walking with as much grace as ever towards a cabinet in the corner. You'd wonder where a teenager learned to handle liquor like that, but you're too busy goggling at her amazing ass as she walks. She undoes the lock of the cabinet and opens the doors, searching through an apparent collection of things inside. "Tomorrow I'll try to find the time to work up a little charm to make your parents forget you completely."\n\n"... Um." That actually cuts through the pleasant haze of lust and adoration that's surrounded your thoughts all night, and makes you blink a few times. "Forget me... completely?"\n\n"And everyone else but my servants, while I'm at it, of course," Lauriel adds casually, as if she were speaking about setting up a newspaper subscription. She gives a soft 'ah' as she apparently finds what she was looking for, and turns back to you with it. But as she does, she... changes. Or maybe it's more like what she was peels away in a flickering distortion that rolls over her. The changes to her body are subtle, her breasts seeming to become slightly larger but also slightly perkier at the same time, her features minimally sharper, fingers and legs the tiniest bit longer. The two most obvious changes are her ears, which grow and taper to points, and her eyes, which cease to be that almost-changing palette of blues and actually begin to glow and visibly flicker and shift as if backlit by cobalt fire.\n\n"After all, you're my slave now, Layla, my property, and I can't have you or anyone else thinking otherwise," your elvish Mistress says breezily as she comes to stand in front of you. "You are my property, Layla..."\n\nShe brings up her hands, a curved golden arc resting daintily on her palms, the back of it obviously designed to fit together when it's swung closed, the downward point at the front bearing a dangling heart with a keyhole in the front.\n\n"Aren't you?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Put on the collar.|MeanLove3x1]]\n\n[[Run.|MeanLove2x7]]

Terror overcomes the last of the desire and devotion that had been clinging around your consciousness, and you immediately break and turn, scrambling as you flee for the door. You let out a scream as you feel something clench around your upper body and halting your forward progress, your feet shifting out from under you and sending you crashing to the floor, your chin jarred against the hardwood. You're dazed for a second, then try to claw at the floor to halt yourself as you're steadily dragged backwards.\n\n"The answer," Lauriel says, her voice icy cold as she pulls back her extended hand until you're directly in front of her, where she can place a bare foot against your back, pinning you down as she drops her hand. "Is yes, you are, whether you want to be or not," she adds, dropping the open collar onto the ground by your head with a little jingle.\n\n"Get off of me you <i>bitch</i>!" you snarl, thrashing around and trying to get out from under her, but she's incredibly strong and anchored for someone of her sleek build.\n\n"What a waste. I wanted you with some personality intact, such as it was," Lauriel mutters as she reaches back into the cabinet, then leans down, shifting to pinning you with her knee between your shoulderblades. "But I need a houseslave, so a mindless servitor will have to do."\n\nYour eyes widen as she brings a featureless, shield-shaped piece of silver metal towards your face, but the size of it makes it very clear what it is... a mask. "What is that?! No, don't, do-!" You cut yourself off with a scream as the cold metal presses to your face and instantly adheres to it, pressing in close against you and cutting off even your scream.\n\nLauriel rises, leaving you to roll and thrash on the ground, silently clawing at the solid metal covering your face. Liquid gold begins to rush out of the edges of the mask, seeping over your hair, down the sides of your head and down your neck, covering over your ears and filling them, flattening them against your head and smoothing out. Where the stuff touches your clothes, the cloth burns away, even your jewelry hissing into little more than a brief waft of smoke as it slides down your arms and chest. You buck and twist as the stuff coats your body, leaving you feeling numb as your breasts are coated, nipples smoothed away the same as your ears, your belly becoming a flat expanse of gold with only the proper indentations to imply stomach shape but without any hint of navel. Your hips jerk and twist in the air as it slides between your legs and over your buttocks and between them, covering over your slit and pucker and rendering both smooth, featureless planes on your glittering body. Your toes clench, shoving you towards the air last time as even they're covered in gold, before you collapse limp to the ground.\n\n"Up," Lauriel commands in a mildly bored and annoyed tone.\n\nYou immediately find yourself rising to your feet and turning to face her, arms at your sides, all of it as if you were perfectly calm while the entire time you're actually trying to scream your lungs out. You're not sure how you're seeing, hearing... your eyes and ears are both covered, you just know, but you can't feel a thing, trapped in an empty, neutral place of no sensation within your golden animated statue of a body with its featureless silver shield of a face.\n\n"Well, pretty enough anyway, even if not exactly offering as much in the way of entertainment," Lauriel sighs, stepping forward and briefly running her hand down your collarbone and over one completely smooth golden breast. Her touch sends a fiery trail of pleasure rushing through your otherwise numb world, turning your silent screams into silent moans for a few brief seconds. "But oh well. Slave, pick up my clothes and then do the laundry. After that, start hand-scrubbing the floors, do the windows, and make my bed since that should bring us to the morning."\n\n'No! No, I won't, fuck you, no!' you try to shout, concentrating all of your effort into raising one of your golden hands to slap her, but it doesn't even amount to so much as a twitch as you instead turn and begin gathering up her clothing, your statuesque golden ass glinting in the firelight every time you make the exact same bend-and-retrieve motion to pick up the next article. 'No, no! I'm not your slave, noooooo!' you voicelessly howl, mentally thrashing as you calmly and silently walk out of the room, Lauriel having settled back into her chair and paying you no more mind than the household appliance you've become.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|MeanLove2xEnd]]

Well, you're sure the principal will understand if you explain that you were trying to keep a donor happy... and you strongly suspect Mr. Matsuhira dislikes you already, so maybe it would be prudent to have another donor on your side. You write to the other two politely explaining that you were already contacted by someone else first (which is a small fib, but only a very small one, as Ms. Kinomoto's email came literally minutes after Mr. Matsuhira's), and expressing your apologies, adding to the principal that the other person who contacted you is one of the school's donors so he hopes you'll understand your desire to please her. You then write back to accept Ms. Kinomoto's invitation, and settle back in for the rest of your flight.\n\nEventually the plane lands and, rather tired and with the sort of soreness that comes from sitting in largely the same position for nearly twenty-four hours straight, you make your way outside. You're a little surprised to find a full stretch limo waiting, with your name in English on a card in the hands of a very attractive female chauffeur in a rather short skirt. Still, it's a bit of a relief to settle into the plush leather seat of the back of the limo... it may be sitting again, but it's sitting on a considerably comfier seat in an environment with much better climate control and pleasant, relaxing music playing rather than people coughing and babies crying. The limo eventually pulls up to a very modern style mansion with a high wall around it, and you're shown inside to a retro-classical Japanese room, meaning that while most of the style is old, a number of concessions to comfort (like chairs around the table) have been made.\n\nYou almost gawk when you get your first glimpse of Katsuko Kinomoto. She's an attractive woman maybe only a few years older than you, at least in appearance, with black hair bound up simply and fixed with a pair of decorative hairpins that trail strings of what look like real gemstones, and wearing a brightly-colored kimono... which is draped off of her shoulders and leaves a truly generous amount of her huge breasts visible. They're bigger than her head! By a good margin! She's also wearing dark but vibrant makeup, giving her a mildly geisha-like appearance without going for the full traditional white face and elaborate designs. \n\n"Ah, Ms. Patissier, so glad you decided to join me," she says in a low, smooth voice, gesturing at a chair across from her with the long-stemmed cigarette holder held between two fingers. As you take a seat, another gorgeous young woman in a rather skimpy maid outfit prances in and sets down a teaset, the centerpiece of which is a teapot with two spout, one on each side, glazed color swirling across it and mingling here and there, separating at each spout so that one is red and the other blue. "How was your flight?"\n\n"It was fine, thank you," you reply, shifting to Japanese since you want to show off a little. Her dark eyes twinkle a little at that, but she apparently isn't bothered since she switches as well.\n\n"I'm glad to hear that. I am sorry for wanting to see you so soon, when I'm sure you must be quite exhausted, but the offer I have for you is both urgent and, I think, quite attractive." She leans forward to pick up one of the handleless teacups from the tray and set it in front of you, flashing just a glimpse of nipple at you. "You see, rather than simply teaching at Fakkushiri, I want you to take over as Principal."\n\n"... Me?" It may be a bit cliche, but you point at yourself as you say it, as if just to confirm she were really talking about you.\n\n"Indeed. I've been disappointed by the path the school's been on for some time, and with your arrival, I think there's a real chance to put it on a new and better one."\n\n"I thought Fakkushiri was doing rather well?" you answer, trying your best not to sound as if you're arguing with her. "Test scores are high, student population is steady, there have been no scandals, it has research programs and college-level students..."\n\n"Yes, all of that's true," Katsuko says with a heavy sigh, almost as if disappointed. "On paper, and to many minds, Fakkushiri High School is the ideal Japanese school. But that's just the problem... it's become dull and lifeless. Test scores are high because students have such restrictions placed on their behavior that they have little else to do but study. Student population is steady because only students with the rigid requirements are allowed in. There are no scandals because no one thinks or has any real interests. The research programs are all safe, dull projects chosen for their unlikelihood to rock the boat, as are the special admissions students. The school churns out nothing but dull little cogs for the sarariman machine, and I'm tired of it. I want a generation of Japanese to grow up as exciting individuals, not a monotone collective."\n\nYou nod slowly. You can certainly see her point, you suppose... a society without diversity of thought or interests is sure to decline over time. "But what about the current principal, or the teachers and parents? And what exactly would you expect of me?"\n\n"I've already made plans for the current principal... oh, no need to worry, it's simply an early retirement package he will find irresistable, he'll be in Hawaii by the end of the week. The teachers and parents might put up a fuss, but I have ways to insulate you from that, assuming you can't find a way to get them on your side on your own. And as for what's expected of you..." She smiles. "Why, I want you to do whatever you want... as long as you practice at least a modicum of discretion, of course, until you can get yourself truly established. As long as it's not <i>boring</i>. My influence can grant you broad powers... more than you likely realize... to affect the students and teachers. As long as you're staying within the limits of what I think you're currently capable of, you'll have no need to worry about money... either for the school or for your personal life. You may shape the school to your whims, whatever those may be. So, will you accept...?"\n\nYou can't help but be wary... you're getting a very "temptation by the devil" vibe off of this meeting. You definitely think her offer of control... and power... probably comes with some other caveat she hasn't revealed yet, and probably won't until you're in too deep to back out. On the other hand, running your own school... however you want, without the bureaucrats controlling it... isn't that what you've always sort of dreamed of? Besides, you get the feeling this isn't the sort of person you just turn down with impunity. Nor can you necessarily just <i>accept</i> without her expecting something in return. Hooboy, what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|HelenJP1x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HelenJP]]

"How may I serve you?" the words come out of your mouth like reflex the moment she speaks to you, and instantly you can feel your cheeks heat. "Uh, I mean, hi, you seem new, need any help...?"\n\nSlowly, her lips curl up in a smile, and she closes the magazine and sets it down, then pats the seat next to her. You quickly move to sit down, barely taking the time to sweep your hands under your rear to get your skirt in position. Your heart's racing faster than ever sitting next to her, it almost feels like you're going to pass out, she smells so good, something flowery but you can't put a name to it. "And what's your name?" she asks, voice an amused lilt of mild condescension that should make you outraged and instead makes you shiver.\n\n"Layla Mercer," you answer quickly, swallowing back the reflexive 'ma'am' that starts to come out after it. She has to be your age, right?\n\n"Well, Layla, I'm Lauriel, and I suppose it remains to be seen how you may serve me." Those blue eyes twinkle, and part of your brain says that you should be afraid of that slightly malicious glint but the rest of you is too busy melting as she begins twirling some of her golden hair around one finger. "Now, why did you come over here?"\n\n"You were gorgeous and I wanted to talk to you really badly," you blurt, not even thinking twice before answering her with complete honesty. "The rest of the girls thought I was seeing if you were a threat."\n\n"Oh?" She glances towards the table you came from, then looks back to you, expression thoughtful now. "And what is your role at this school, Layla?"\n\nYou squirm nervously in your chair, the words catching in your throat for only a second before you say, "I'm the third most powerful girl at this school, below a junior and a senior. I'm one of the ones that sets trends and punishes anyone who deviates from them. We bully and harass anyone we don't like into compliance." What?! What are you saying?! Those aren't things you're supposed to say out loud, it's all supposed to be an unspoken understanding! You don't even usually <i>think</i> of them in terms that clear, and yet you can't seem to find any prevarication or subtlety when speaking to Lauriel.\n\n"I seeee. Very interesting." She taps one perfectly-manicured fingernail against her soft pink lower lip, then flits her eyes briefly towards the other table before smiling at you. "Call them over."\n\n"Alright." You just barely manage to stop yourself from leaping to your feet and waving frantically like some sort of spaz, and instead stand up at a normal pace and make a few 'come here' flicks with your fingers to your posse. You can see the other girls engaging in a brief bout of whispering first (which <i>does</i> infuriate you, they should know better) before they get up and make their way over with their own variations on the sassy bitch sashay. "Hey, girls, this is Lauriel," you announce as you sit back down, doing your best to not sound too excited. "She's new."\n\n"Please, have a seat," Lauriel says in a gracious tone, sweeping a hand towards the other plastic seats around the hard, chipped table as if it were a banquet hall. You notice that several of the other girls move to comply so fast that they surprise themselves, while the others fidget for a second before hurrying to catch up with everyone. Lauriel smiles that slightly smirk-ish smile again before she says, "So Layla tells me the lot of you are the popular ones in our year, hm?"\n\n"Yes," the others blurt in bad unison, then flush a little at sounding like a class of elementary schoolers answering the teacher. \n\n"Good, good! I'd like to hear more. Everyone, take out your cell phones and exchange contact numbers with me," she commands breezily, a graceful sweep of her hand bringing up her gleaming silver-cased phone. Some of the other girls glance at you, but at seeing that you've already snatched out yours begin fishing theirs out as well. After a flurry of beeps from exchanged contacts, Lauriel taps her fingers on the screen a few times before there's another flurry of the exact same text tone. "There, I've sent you all my address. Come over tonight and we'll have a little get-to-know-each-other party," she declares smoothly, even as she's slipping her things into her bag and rising to her feet. She breezes off without another word, as if she didn't have a doubt in the world that she'd be obeyed.\n\n"Jesus, she's... intense," one of the others murmurs, glancing after her. "But, like... also not intense?"\n\n"Yeah," you agree, unable to help a dreamy sigh following it, before you blush and shake it off when the others look back at you.\n\n"So, like, are we actually gonna <i>go</i>?" Becky, your second-in-command, asks. She's using a tone like someone who's asking to be talked out of eating a second slice of cheesecake, IE they're not actually sure they want to be talked out of it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Of course!|MeanLove2x3]]\n\n[[No way!|MeanLove]]

"Um, duh?" You manage to put a disbelieving snort in at the end of that, feeling like you're getting more of a handle on your usual self. "Did you see her stuff? Even the richest girls in town can barely afford a lot of that. Not like any of us are exactly hurting but can you imagine the sort of day trips and shopping trips we could do if she was one of us?"\n\nThat causes an excited twitter among the others, which includes exuberant nods after a moment. A bit more talking, and they're all completely fired up and ready to go racing over to Lauriel's the moment school lets out. Of course you all do your best to make your way over in as cool and collected a fashion as you can, not that it helps much when you do arrive since from what you can tell everyone winds up standing on the front path and gawking. The place looks as much like a palace as a mansion, even though it's relatively small-ish mansion-ish in size. The gate swings open in front of your group, and you lead the way to the large double-doors, which also swing open to reveal Lauriel standing in the center of the entry, cupping her perfect chin with one hand and smiling at the lot of you.\n\n"Come in, come in! Please, right this way," she practically sings, twirling about as gracefully as a ballerina and sweeping her way down the hall, the rest of you following after her with much less impressive attempts. She leads the way into what must be some kind of party room, with a number of couches and chairs. There are also glasses of what look like white wine poured and lining the table, and she gestures as them with one hand as she sinks into the thronelike chair across from the entry. "Please, all of you, have something to drink," she says, the words somehow both grand and casual as she rests her hands on the intricately carved knobs of the chair.\n\n"Your parents aren't gonna find out a bottle went missing?" Felicia, ever the cautious one, asks even as she's picking up one of the glasses like all the rest of you are.\n\n"My parents are not in the picture," Lauriel answers with a dismissive flick of one hand.\n\n"So you're, like... an emancipated minor, or whatever?" Lily asks with a blink.\n\n"Something like that, yes," Lauriel agrees, with another of those beautifully smirky smiles.\n\nYou take a sip of your wine, and are surprised by the flavor... it's like it simultaneously pops inside your mouth and smoothly flows over and coats your tongue. Sweet but not cloying, bright but balanced... you've had alcohol before, mostly wine coolers, and this is like someone took one of those, something refreshing for an unrefined tongue, and poured all the nuance and subtlety of the finest wine (you assume) on top of it. You can feel a cool warmth spreading all down your throat and out from your belly. There's some exclamations and excited utterances from the others, all of you sipping as you try not to gulp, your host just smiling and watching and not speaking again until you've all drank at least half your glasses.\n\n"So, as I was saying earlier, Layla informs me that she's one of the most powerful girls in school," Lauriel says, giving you a slight beckoning motion. Feeling elated and yet somehow a bit fuzzy, you drift your way over to stand beside her chair as she steeples her fingers and continues. "I believe the proper parlance is 'Alpha Bitch'. And that makes the rest of you her 'mean girls'. Correct?"\n\nThere's some nervous shifting and exchanging of glances, but then a general murmur of assent answers her. You remember how strange it was to hear all of it out loud earlier, and moreover to agree to it all and fess up so easily.\n\n"Very well then. You are all now <i>my</i> Mean Girls," Lauriel declares, leaning back in her chair and folding one perfect leg over the other. "You will continue your activities, but at my direction and to my benefit. I am now the Alpha Bitch, and you will do my bidding. Understood?" She glances around at the group in the sort of stunned silence that follows, before simply nodding. "Alright then. Are any of you doing well academically?" When Felicia and Lily nervously raise their hands, she nods. "You two will do all of my homework. If I get less than perfect scores, you will be punished." Before the two can even finish goggling, she looks over at Lana. "You. You seem athletic."\n\n"Ch-cheerleading. And track. And I do kickboxing aerobics," Lana stammers back in reply. \n\n"Excellent, you are now my enforcer, it will be your job to handle any beatings I deem necessary." Breezing right on from that as if Lana didn't seem to be choking on her own tongue, Lauriel's blue eyes now fix on Becky, who shrinks slightly. "Becky, if I'm not mistaken?"\n\n"Y-yes?"\n\n"You will be my 'Renfield' when at school. You will do what I tell you when I tell you, no matter if it results in punishment for you. For that matter, you will be my whipping girl, and take the blame for anything that might otherwise befall me, up to and including arrest by the authorities. You will of course do this without ever 'snitching' or expectating reward. The rest of you lot will do generic duties as I see fit, don't expect me to remember your names," she adds, flicking a hand dismissively again.\n\nThe stunned silence continues. It seems like everyone feels the same sense of mildly addled calm that you do in the face of such strange, brazen statements, and is having the same trouble you are. Apparently the first one to get their brain into gear is Felicia, and only to ask, "Um... but what about, like... Layla?"\n\n"Oh, Layla is going to become my slave," Lauriel answers breezily, glancing up at you and giving you a chillingly warm smile. "She will become my property even more fully than the rest of you. By tomorrow she'll be collared and her entire purpose for existing will be to serve me. Isn't that right, Layla?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Are you out of your fucking MIND?!"|MeanLove]]\n\n[["Yes, Mistress."|MeanLove2x4]]

"... Eric Amazing," you note. And for lack of anything better to do, hold out a hand.\n\n"Oh, nice to meet ye, charmed'n'such," Tacticool Nuke answers easily, walking over and giving your hand a shake, your skin tingling just faintly wherever she touches it.\n\n"Um. So if you're looking for Lord Impossible and the others, they're..." Well, she appeared in the media room of the building, she obviously knows, probably best not to aggravate her. "I mean, they're out, so."\n\n"Ah, I actually missed 'em? Bloody hell, just my luck." She rubs the back of her neck, scowling, then looks at you. "So you're part of the family, then? But not the super bit?"\n\n"Yeah. I don't have any powers or anything," you admit. "So like... I guess if you're gonna do anything..."\n\n"Nah, luv, nevermind that, s'not cricket in my book," she mutters, folding her arms over her chest. (Which looks like it's at least as impressive as Elaine's, if not a bit moreso.) She seems distracted and a bit pouty now, glancing around the room, before blinking at the screen. "'Ey, 'zat the new one?"\n\n"Yeah, I just got it yesterday."\n\n"... Can I play?"\n\nThis has taken quite a turn. Still, you're not really sure what else to say, since she's actually being pretty polite for a supervillain invading your home. You pick up the other controller and start to hold it out, then pause. "Er, no offense, but am I like gonna get cancer if you sit on the couch with me?"\n\n"Nah luv the stuff I emit's 'armless unless I'm tryin'," she answers easily, taking the controller and flopping down next to you.\n\nAnd so you spend the next two hours playing a waifu fighter with a supervillain. Or, depending on your point of view, a half-naked and rather cute (if weird) girl.\n\n"Curse yoooooou!" the villain howls as the onscreen version of herself collapses to the ground, wearing even less than the real her is and down for the count, your own create-a-fighter that resembles Elaine looming smugly over hers in triumph. "Why the bloody hell can't I escape it even in a video game?!" she growls, dropping the controller briefly in her lap to throw back her head and grip her hair, before snatching it back up. "One more!"\n\n"Okay, best of thirty," you chuckle, starting another round, before both of you glance over at the sound of the elevator dinging from the outer area.\n\n"Eric, you about?" Elaine's voice calls, Tacticool's hair almost literally fluffing out like a dog's hackles raising at the sound of the other woman's voice.\n\n<hr>\n[["Quick! You've gotta go!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["Quick! We've gotta go!"|RunFF1x5]]\n\n[["Quick, we have to hide you!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["... Wanna see if you can beat her at the game...?"|RunFF]]

You're not quite sure why you shout that, it was probably just pure panic at the thought of getting "caught" consorting with a supervillain. But Tacticool Nuke apparently thinks just as little about it because she blurts "RIGHT!" and throws her arms around you, and the two of you are surrounded by a bright flash of light.\n\nYour own yelp overlaps with hers as the two of you drop to a hard metal floor, her impacting on top of you and toppling forward, tingly cleavage winding up smooshing against your face. "Owwww! Bloody hell!" she whines as she clambers to her feet, rubbing at her hip with one hand and offering you the other. \n\nYou glance around as you get up. You immediately know you're in a supervillain base. Because... well, it just screams 'supervillain base'. It's somehow like every single one you've ever seen in a movie or TV show, while having the distinctive touches of none of them. "Where... are we?"\n\n"Oh, this 'ere's my timelair," she declares, putting her hands on her hips and glancing about proudly.\n\n"Time Lair? Like... it exists outside of normal time and space or...?"\n\n"It exists in Manchester. Timelair, as in 'time share lair'. This company keeps a bunch of places like this scattered all 'bout the globe. You sign up for a monthly membership and you can schedule the use of one for like twenty days out of the whole, and the rest of the month you get a voucher towards a hotel. Well that's at Diamond membership, anyway. Can barely afford that even with all my villainy, it's quite the scam," she muses, rubbing her chin. "Almost... villainous."\n\n"... Right." You don't exactly want to get into a debate with someone about how timeshare and shared workspace companies are basically supervillain schemes, but luckily(?) you're saved from that as alarms start blaring. Tacticool squeaks in distress and rushes over to the control console, with you scurrying after her and watching as she checks a security monitor.\n\n"Oh no! It's Scot Freer!"\n\n"Who?" you ask... only to jump as there's a sound like a small explosion as something impacts the large metal door at the other end of the room, prompting Tacticool to yelp and whirl to face it, shoving you behind her. It crashes inward, revealing a veritable wall of muscle that has to duck to get in under the seven foot arch. His muscles look so dense and defined that they might as well be tank armor plating covered in chaotic blue tattoos(?), and his absolutely and utterly wild mass of red hair spills down his back from a head with white eyes crackling with electricity, and that's connected to a neck thicker than your waist. All he's wearing is a ragged plaid stretch of cloth the size of a banquet tablecloth wrapped around his waist, and he has a slab of barely-sharpened metal in one hand.\n\n"Williaaaaaaaaaam, hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," Tacticool says with extremely forced cheer, a way-too-wide smile on her face and borderline panic in her eyes. "I kinda have this place until tomorrow, so you're a bit ear-"\n\n"<b>FEE-FI-FO-FAN!</b>" the huge man roars as he stomps forward, every footstep shaking the ground as he approaches, Tacticool leaning back away as he gets closer (and, you notice, leaning over you more), soon looming above the two of you. "<b>I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN... ... American?</b>" he adds in a lower rumble, scowling darkly and leaning to the side, squinting his crackling eyes as he looks at you.\n\n"... Hi," you manage, raising a hand and wiggling your fingers.\n\n"Oh, uh, er, William, this is Eric," Tacticool says, obviously somewhat reluctantly letting you come out to stand beside her, darting her gaze back and forth between you and the giant looming over her. "He's, uh, he's, he's my new-" She looks at you desperately, obviously unable to think of anything.\n\n<hr>\n[["-hostage!"|RunFF1x6]]\n\n[["-minion!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["-boyfriend!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["-little brother!"|RunFF]]

"-hostage!" you blurt. "She, uh, she took me hostage and she's going to, you know, make demands of my family!"\n\n"... Right! That's right!" Tacticool quickly grabs your wrist and holds your hand up, giving it a shake as if to demonstrate she's got hold of you. "Grrrrr, got you, there's no escape, is there?!"\n\n"<b>Hrrrrrrrrrrmnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...</b>" Scot Freer's massive lips twist as he looks back and forth between the two of you.\n\n"I'm not sure he's buying it," Tacticool hisses to you out of the corner of her mouth while still staring up at the giant.\n\n"What happens if he doesn't buy it?" you whisper back.\n\n"He takes you hostage himself." Before you can ask if that's bad, she adds, "The last time he took hostages he sent their severed heads to Buckingham Palace as a sign that he'd taken hostages."\n\nOkay that would be bad. "So, um, like, save me!" you cry, as if you were so scared of Tacticool you were looking for hope from just about anyone, making a show of yanking against her grip on your wrist. "Save me, she was going to... torture me!"\n\n"Yes! Right! You're <i>absolutely</i> interrupting my torture time!" Tacticool asserts, managing to scowl authoritatively up at Scot Freer.\n\n"<b>Didn't think you were the torturing type,</b>" he rumbles, scowling a bit deeper.\n\n"Well, I am, and you've deprived me of valuable scream time!" she asserts, turning and starting to 'drag' you towards one of the other doors. "C'mon, we'll make sure you're nice and ready to... plead, and cry, and... give information and stuff!"\n\n"Oh nooooooo!" you wail, throwing your hand up against your forehead.\n\n"<b>I'll watch,</b>" Scot Freer bellows.\n\nTacticool and you both jerk to a stop. "Er, what...?" she asks a bit flatly.\n\n"<b>Been awhile since I've seen a good bit of torture,</b>" he continues, stomping the two steps it requires to cover the space you and Tacticool had moved away. "<b>How d'ye intend to do it?</b>"\n\n"How... how am I going to torture him?" she murmurs, glancing at you helplessly again.\n\n<hr>\n[["Electroshock!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["Experimentation!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["... Sexually!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["... Kinkily?"|RunFF]]

Really, it's not a big deal, is it? He had so many, and just one would be all you'd need, and it's not like you'd tell anyone! I mean someone might get curious when you sell the thing but you'll just tell them you found it, the chances of that leading back to Liam are... really small, right? Anyway, it's fine, you tell yourself as you head over to his building. He's in class right now, you know, you'll just duck in, grab a nice big coin, take it to a pawn shop, and be in sport coats and tailored pants and then balls-deep in Alexa before midnight.\n\nYou're in the middle of brushing some coins around, looking for what seems properly valuable but not particularly unique, when you hear the door pointedly shut behind you. Since you'd already shut it, you jerk in place, then do a slow, guilty turn to see Liam standing there with his hands on his hips, staring down at you with a bland expression on his face. "Er... hi," you say a little lamely. "I know this looks bad, but, um, let me explain..."\n\n"You found out Alexa likes guys who dress to impress and you thought you'd get to fuck her if you spruced yourself up a little, but didn't have the funds to do it on your own," he says in an even, rather empty tone. \n\n"... I mean, not just fuck her, it was for the good of the relationship," you complain a bit plaintively.\n\nLiam sighs heavily. "Oh, Gwyn Gwyn Gwyn. I am so disappointed. But, if you've decided that expensive clothing is your thing," he says as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, pushing them and his underwear down, limp cock swaying briefly with his motions.\n\n"Uh, whoa whoa whoa!" you declare as you scramble to your feet and turn to face him fully, waving your hands. "Look, I admit, I was wrong to get so greedy, but I'm not interested in whoring myself out!"\n\n"Oh, you're going to get up close and personal with my naughty bits again, for sure, but it's not about whoring yourself out. It is about fashion though." His flat expression slowly turns into a smirk as he raises a hand. "Something in... purple satin, maybe?" he muses aloud before snapping his fingers.\n\n'Purple satin?' you start to say, before you yelp as your clothes just... come apart, instantly reduced to their component individual threads that drift away from your body and fade away entirely. Shocked, you start to reflexively cover yourself, only to wobble in place as a strange sensation washes over you. You stare down at your naked body as you watch a purple hue.. not unlike the same color as your eyes... spread out from your belly, the discolored parts changing to a different, shiny texture as it goes. You try to step back or run, but you just wobble in place again, your muscles having no strength. Which might have something to do with your body growing thinner as you stare down at yourself in complete horror and amazement, your sides getting more narrow and your legs getting thinner and thinner, your arms wobbling as you try to touch themselves, seeming to gradually turn two-dimensional. Your cock is shrinking away even as you watch it, your balls getting smaller and shaft withdrawing into your body as your crotch becomes completely smooth, your buttocks merging together. You wobble again and flop forward onto your front as your body becomes flat and your head begins to sink into your shoulders, starting to shrink even as your arms draw upwards, grabbing for your equally two-dimensional feet, both of them locking together and fusing into a single seam that becomes less distinct as your whole form gets smaller.\n\nIn a matter of minutes, you're laying in a small pile of cloth on the floor... no, you <i>are</i> a small pile of cloth on the floor! You can still see and feel somehow, the sensation of the carpet against your surface under you, and the now huge room around you. You try to cry out for help as the now giant-seeming Liam looms over you, or to thrash against your fate as he reaches down to pick you up by the meeting point of what were once your arms and legs, but nothing happens. There's not even any sense of struggling to work your throat, you just... don't have a throat, and there's not even a sense of tension from your muscles at trying to move, since you don't have muscles either. Instead you see Liam's reflection as he moves to stand in front of the mirror, and you see the thing in his hands, a purple satin thong... you.\n\n"Veeery cute," Liam says approvingly. "And as always, the fit will be perfect, I do love these sort of panties," he coos as he lowers you down, slipping his feet into your leg holes. You can feel yourself brushing against his slender calves and thighs until he gets you up, and then you're pressing around his shaft and balls, feeling yourself being pulled up snug on his hips and between his asscheeks until even his pucker is pressing up against you. More than just feel it... you somehow taste and smell it as well, all over you, wherever he touches you, his dick pressed against your entire front and his asshole against your back, his hips resting under your arms and legs giving you a constant feel that you can only compare to him constantly having you on your back and fucking you. He turns back and forth a few times, posing in front of the mirror, giving you a few of your fabric stretched over his bulge. "Very cute indeed. You know, I think with cute panties like this, I need a date tonight, don't you? And I know just who to call!" he says as walks over to his chest of drawers, his genitals and pucker pressing even more firmly against you, driving their smell and taste into your substance more deeply as he bends over to rummage in the chest. And then he's stepping into a pair of sharply-cut pants and pulling them up, soon engulfing you in darkness, leaving you with nothing but the feel of the pants brushing against your outside front, but every other part of you pressed to his hips and ass and cock and balls.\n\nIn the darkness there's absolutely nothing to distract you from your strange transformation, or how you're basically wrapped around another boy's dick and sack, as well as a feeling like you were constantly tonguing his asshole that goes on for... you're not sure, it definitely feels like hours. Very distantly you can occasionally hear Liam and others speaking, but you can't make it out, muffled by the layer of cloth between you and them. It's just a quiet, pitch black, hot world of nothing but Liam's private parts pressed into you and against you, shifting and rubbing and moving every time he walks, or sits, or moves around at all. Until finally he sits again, and you hear a voice getting closer. The shift of the pants agaisnt you signals a change, and then the relatively loud sound of a zipper being undone before light hits you again. You have no eyes to be dazzled, so you immediately see the face that's directly in front of Liam's crotch, a flushed, smiling, eager face.\n\n'Alexa?!' you think in an entirely different kind of shock and despair as your girlfriend coos and reaches out to rub Liam's bulge through your fabric, already touching you more intimately than she ever has before as she strokes and rubs another man's prick through you.\n\n"Ooooo, these are so preeeeetty Liam," Alexa coos. "I bet they were expensive!" she adds in a giggly tone.\n\n"You know, some things are priceless," Liam declares in an amused tone, leaning back on his hands as he raises his ass to let Alexa tug his pants down and off, baring you completely as you can feel his cock beginning to stiffen inside you, pressing against you more firmly. As Alexa reaches out to rub his hardening shaft, you can feel/taste/smell pre starting to leak out of his tip and soak into your fabric. "Some people even think a really nice outfit is worth more than a friendship."\n\n"Hm?" Alexa asks distractedly, glancing up from rubbing your body against Liam's ever harder cock.\n\n"Nothing~," he singsongs, before saying, "But let's leave them on while we have fun, since you like them."\n\n"Oooo, alright," Alexa purrs before sliding her fingers inside of you and tugging you down, letting Liam's stiff shaft spring free and leaving you hugged up against his balls. And of course besides being left to hug up against and constantly smell and taste another boy's balls, you have an extremely close-up view of your girlfriend dragging her tongue over that other boy's cock, making soft lusty noises as she slurps and kisses it, before finally sliding her mouth over the tip of it. Since you have no eyelids to close it's not as if you can do anything but watch as Alexa enthusiastically works her way towards deep-throating Liam, until finally her lower lip is pressing up against your upper edge where your head would once have been, bits of her saliva soaking into your cloth substance as her mouth presses right around the root of his shaft. And you can do nothing but continue to watch as she services him with utter zeal, using mouth, tongue, and even her tits, those big soft orbs brushing against you and pressing against your cloth surface as she rubs them all over Liam's stiff prick.\n\nAnd of course, eventually, after you're moved out of the way for awhile and left with nothing but your view of Liam's stiff, spit-shined prick and being wrapped around his balls and ass, listening to the sound of Alexa moan Liam's name and say how good he's making her feel as he eats her out, you're once again brought around, this time getting an ever-closer view of Alexa's pussy... and Liam's cock sliding into it, getting sucked into its warm, wet embrace inches from you, and then right up against you. Helplessly you watch, listen, smell, taste as he starts fucking her, smacking you against her skin again and again as she wraps her legs around him and begs for more, moans about how good he is, and certainly never seems to realize that her actual boyfriend is smacking against her taint as a pair of purple satin panties.\n\n'Well, I guess I was right about one thing,' you think with some resignation as Liam shoves forward and Alexa yowls, and you begin to feel/taste a mixture of his cum and hers soaking into you, sticking you closer against Liam's sack wherever it does. You wound up balls-deep in Alexa before midnight... you just had no way of knowing it wouldn't be your balls.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GwynLiam5end1xEnd]]

You consider what you know of Oz from reading some of the other books, albeit years ago. Between you and the "real" world there's the Deadly Desert, which will kill you and turn you to sand if you touch it, and beyond that there's a mountain range made up entirely of mountains that apparently make Everest look like the kiddy slope. So with a heavy sigh, you fold your arms over your chest. "Alright, I guess we wait."\n\n"For what?" Baron asks, ears twitching. \n\n"Well since the residents are probably going to keep hiding for awhile, we'll just have to wait for..." You glance upward, then point at the sight of an approaching giant soap bubble. "Her."\n\nThe soap bubble drifts back and forth (rather drunkenly, you think to yourself, but it's probably not a good idea to ask the Good Witch of the... was it North? if she's drinking and flying), until finally it gets close enough for you to see the pink-clad form inside. As it approaches the ground, you have to admit that the person inside is a little more on the 'pretty in pink' end of the scale than 'cupcake matron', as you kind of tend to think of the woman in the film. Her hair is a far more natural ginger color, left loose around her shoulders, where it's then done in twin braids that drape down her chest. The dress is <i>extremely</i> pink, but it at least looks less like something someone would eat for their birthday. As she settles to the ground, her bubble 'pops' into a little fluttering of glassy butterflies that drift away and disappear as she approaches. Her smile is unwavering as she holds up her little magic wand, letting it glow as if she needed a better look at you despite the bright, sunny day.\n\n\n\n"Hmmmm... are you a good witch, or a bad witch?" she asks curiously, tilting her head slightly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Good witch.|GGOz]]\n\n[[Bad witch.|GGOz]]\n\n[[Not a witch.|GGOz1x2]]

You nod slowly, then take a deep breath and start telling your new family about why you decided to leave your old one. You hold nothing back, even the stuff that makes you feel petty or ashamed or foolish for considering it part of what was worth running away from home for. But you tell them everything, including your decision that if you were going to be on the road with nothing soon enough, you might as well splurge everything and go to WorldLand for the big hurrah you were never allowed to have before. Sir Rupert listens to everything solemnly, Hazel several times looking sad and putting her fingertips to her lips, and though Elaine's expression doesn't change that much you do notice a more sympathetic set to her eyes and gentler set to her mouth than before.\n\nWhen you're done you wipe at your eyes with a sleeve, and Sir Rupert pats your shoulder again. "I think it was very brave of you to tell us all of that, Eric. I know it can be very difficult saying things that you feel aren't important or that make you look bad... the trust you've shown in believing we'd accept you anyway is just what I was talking about. In turn, it means we can trust you with an important secret about this family. You see, Eric..."\n\nHe unbuttons the top few buttons of his shirt and pulls his tie aside, to show a glowing, octagonal device embedded in the skin of his chest, circuit-like lines of silver spreading out through it. "I'm known as 'Lord Impossible', the many-powered superhero. Due to this Imaginarium Dispenser I had to invent and install in myself to save my life from a fatal illness, I'm able to mentally craft and imbue myself with superpowers, as long as I can imagine a way for them to work."\n\n"I'm known as Goodwitch," Hazel says with a smile, giving her hand a flick and twist and pulling a stereotypical witch's hat out of thin air, setting it atop her head. "I can call upon the magical energy of all the United Kingdom and channel it to create charms and work spells. I'm not quite as powerful as my predecessors, but I'm still a force to be reckoned with!"\n\nBoth of them look over at Elaine, who hesitates for a moment before heaving a sigh. "Bloody hell, if I must." There's a soft scold of 'Language!' from her mother as Elaine holds up both hands, one of them transforming into something reptilian with sharp claws, the other becoming furry and striped, with a different type of claw slipping out of her fingertips. "I go by 'Menagerie' when we do the masks-and-tights schtick. Because of a mutation in my genes due to the mix of these two, I can change myself, or any part of myself, into any animal I can think of, or mix and match."\n\n"Together we're called 'The Impossible Trio'," Sir Rupert explains as he finishes buttoning his shirt back up, Hazel straightening his tie for him as you gawk at all of this. "We protect people from nefarious plots by evildoers and, as much as possible, natural disasters. So as you can imagine, there's a number of reasons we have to be able to trust each other and tell one another anything."\n\n"They're very big on it too, it's frankly rather embarrassing sometimes," Elaine says with a sigh as she turns her hands back to normal. "At least with you around maybe I'll have someone who knows what it's like to have a bloody sense of shame."\n\n"Language!"\n\n"In any event, Eric, we'd like to welcome you to the family. That said, we could welcome you into not just the Amazing family, but the Impossible family, if you like," Sir Rupert continues, putting the pipe to his mouth. "You could join us in protecting the world... or just live your best life here with us, helping build this safe anchor and place we have to heal and regain our equilibrium. No shame in choosing not to fight."\n\n<hr>\n[[Holy heck yes you want to be a superhero!|RunFF7x2]]\n\n[[Ummmmm... pass.|RunFF1x2]]

You are a male, aged eighteen to twenty-nine. You have a potential for a broad range of life experiences. Are you still relying on your parents, or are you on your own? Are you currently living a completely normal life, or did some brush with the fantastic when you were younger set you on a different course? Well, variety is the spice of life! Time to choose your seasoning.\n\n<b>[[Gwyn|GwynStart]]</b>: An eighteen-year-old moving into the dorms on your first day of college. You've always been teased for supposedly being a bit of a wimp just because you have a slight build, not that your name helps. \n\n<b>[[Jace|JaceStart]]</b>: A twenty-year-old monster hunter roaming the world slaying the things that dwell in the shadows. You lost your parents to a demon attack when you were young, and you've never stopped being angry about it.\n\n<b>[[Danny|DannyStart]]</b>: A twenty-three-year-old graduate of a local design and engineering school. You're becoming well-known for your stylish and off-the-wall machinery designs.\n\n<b>[[Buddy|BuddyStart]]</b>: You're a twenty-six-year-old bachelor. You're moderately wealthy, with an occupation consisting mostly of not being an idiot with your money. You spend your time enjoying parties (often seasonal ones) with friends and strangers alike.\n\n<b>[[Austin|AustinStart]]</b>: You're a nineteen-year-old college student on break from university. You've just received notice that your great-uncle Archibald has died and left you something in his will.

You smile back at her. "Thanks, Mom. But nah, it's cool, run your errands without worrying about dragging me along, I'll be fine."\n\n"Well, if you're sure, dear." She leans down to brush back your bangs and kiss your forehead, then smiles and gives you a little wave before heading back out the door she came in through.\n\nYou go back to playing, doing your best to discover the true extent of the clothing damage system (<i>surely</i> you can discover the combo that actually strips a girl completely naked despite all the insistences by the game company that it doesn't exist!). About a half hour later you're suddenly rather distracted as there's a bright flash of light from nearby that comes with an odd tingly feeling across your exposed skin, and the TV screen flickering briefly as an actual whole entire person materializes from thin air. Well, you assume it's a person. She seems about Elaine's age, with shaggy, glowing green hair, white skin that looks sort of like the exact same shade as a glow-in-the-dark action figure, and is wearing a green and black zip-up sleeveless top, about an inch above her bellybutton left bare before it gets to the matching panties, with thigh-high boots and shoulder-high fingerless gloves, and a number of straps with little clips on them, or black pouches ringing them.\n\n"Muaaaahahaha! That's right, Amazings, you're right buggered now! Tacticool Nuke has discovered your hideout, and... and...!" She trails off as she looks around with her bright yellow eyes, frowning. "... Bloody hell I've materialized in their TV room. That wasn't the plan."\n\n"Er," you say, staring at her.\n\n"WAHA!" The apparent supervillain leaps backwards in shock, flinging her arms up, before quickly turning it into a dramatic pose while pointing at you. "I mean, Aha! Who are you, then, eh?! Speak up, you're being addressed by the Walking Calamity!"\n\n<hr>\n[[You're, uh... Godboy!|RunFF]]\n\n[[You're the... butler, obviously!|RunFF]]\n\n[[... Hi, Eric, nice to meet you.|RunFF1x4]]\n\n[[Oh you're just INTRUDER ALERT!|RunFF3x1]]

Deciding that shooting demons and disrupting rituals sounds sort of fun, you head for the (rather overdone but still neat-looking) mansion, trotting up the steps and expecting to find a lobby where you pick up your vest and lightgun or whatever and have the rules explained to you.\n\nInstead, the moment you step through the door everything goes dim. The room inside the entrance is purely done up as a 'haunted mansion' sort of place... big sweeping staircases, lopsided and swaying chandelier lit with ominous-looking candles, antique and brooding-looking furniture scattered about and in some cases overturned, the whole nine yards. You stare around, impressed by the dedication of the prop department, if nothing else. Then you yelp as someone grabs your wrist and yanks you to one side.\n\nYou wind up falling back against the wall to one side of the door, propped against it at an odd and somewhat uncomfortable angle. Your head is jarred down so you look at yourself, and you're distracted from the immediate wonder of who's grabbing at you to stare at yourself. You're now dressed in knee-high, silver-clasped boots, supple black leather pants, a button-up shirt of what looks like red silk, and a long black leather coat with a crimson lining. The reason you can't quite bend right is that you're also wearing some sort of heavy black corset garment around your middle... it doesn't seem to actually be compressing your waist or ribs or anything, but it <i>is</i> keeping you from bending properly (as well as giving you an impression of having more in the boob department than you actually have).\n\n"You're the new hunter the Syndicate sent, then?" The somewhat breathless words remind you that you were being manhandled, and you yank your gaze to the side to see a man, maybe in his late thirties or so, long rumpled hair and a somewhat scruffy growth of beard. He's dressed somewhat similarly to you, though his leather pants look a bit sturdier instead of being body-hugging, and instead of some corset getup he's got a double-breasted button-up vest. "Bit on the young side, but at this point I'm not one to turn down any help."\n\nYour eyes widen. "Oh my god, you're Sean Bean."\n\n"What? Never heard of him, name's Daniels, love," he mutters back, doing a quick wrench of his body to lift up and look over his shoulder, out the window that's to one side of him. "Did I hit your head when I pulled you down? Nevermind, listen, there may have been enough of a calm to let you get in here, but the Wulfen are going to press the attack any moment now."\n\n"Huh?" Wondering how you even got into these clothes, let alone why they started this simulation without explaining anything, you lift up a bit to peek out the window as well, expecting to just see the daylit area outside the attraction in Survivalland. Instead you see nothing but a very dark night, a large yard, a high and bent wrought iron gate, and a treeline beyond. That... has got to be some really good screen technology?\n\nBut however weird this is shaping up to be, first things first... this stupid corset-thing!\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the stupid thing off.|HellRise2x1]]\n\n[[Leave it for now.|HellRise1x1]]

You settle into the overstuffed and rather gaudily cheerful chair and slump back, huffing. What a long night! Once the deliveries had been made, the reindeer brought you back to the North Pole. The elves were obviously a bit upset, but apparently thought it wouldn't be a particularly easy task to separate you from Santa. While they debated over whether to work on it feverishly so as to have as little disruption of the schedule as possible, or potentially just start training you up as the new Santa, they installed you here in a suite of rooms, giving you some privacy to rest considering the service you've already rendered.\n\nYou close your eyes, then curiously try out Santavision again. It works perfectly... you soon have a view of an excited Katie rushing down the stairs, followed by a trying-not-to-seem-excited Madelyn, and their somewhat tired-looking but smiling mother. You can't help but grin at Katie's squeal of delight. "Presents! And Santa ate the cookies and milk!"\n\n"Yeah, yeah," Madelyn chuckles, heading towards the side table, obviously with a mind to get a sugar fix for the incoming flurry of present-opening. "Oh, hey Mom, I thought you said you weren't gonna frost the other cookies?"\n\nTheir mother briefly looks confused as she walks over, then shrugs. "I must have changed my mind and done it last night before bed, I was running on fumes," she admits, before grinning as Katie rushes over as well. The attractive mature woman picks up one of the cum-glazed cookies and sinks her teeth into it. "Mm, I did a good job, though!"\n\nYou can't help but smirk as you watch all three dig into the plate of cookies eagerly, fishing out your cock and stroking it languidly as you watch the 'glaze' smear over lips and cheeks and fingers. It's quite the lewd sight... and not the only plate of glazed cookies you left a family.\n\nMaybe you'll stick around after all.\n\n<b>Holly the Futa Santa</b> end - <i>Glazed cookies</i>

"You... what?" Cody asks, obviously confused, his eyes widening a little.\n\n"I'm going to be your perfect girlfriend," you repeat with a firm nod, just before dropping the towel. "See, here's how I figure it," you continue, resting your hands on your hips and striking a bit of a pose as he stares at you. "A girl who's born and raised a girl has certain hangups and shames and limits and all that stuff. Meanwhile, guys grow up with this idea of a perfect girlfriend who'd do anything for them, wear anything for them, go anywhere for them, share all their guy interests, besides being a loving girlfriend. And I can do that, because I understand how happy it would make you!"\n\n"I... don't know," he murmurs, shaking his head. "I don't want you to give up-"\n\n"Sh-sh-sh!" you interrupt, grinning and stepping close, putting a finger to his lips. Then you smile as you slip your arms around his shoulders, drawing his blushing face in closer to your bare tits. "No, see, that's the thing, I'm not doing it out of some obligation. I know how insanely happy it would make you to have a girlfriend like that, and making my best friend that happy thrills the fuck out of me. It made me so damn happy and turned-on last night, blowing you while you watched Trash strip and dance, because I knew it was something you'd always dreamed about." You lean in, catching his mouth in a kiss, drawing him from that kiss into a deeper one, sucking on his lower lip briefly before continuing in a sensual murmur. "You know I enjoy going to ball games, watching trashy movies, drinking beer and eating nachos, it's not like I'll be faking it or forcing myself to like all the stuff we did before."\n\nThen you duck in, whispering directly in his ear. "But I'll also do whatever you ask me to in bed. You want to fuck my tits, I'll oil them up for you. You want to buy me lingerie for my birthday, I'll wear it for you that very hour. You want me to dress to impress your friends when we go out, you just pick out how short a skirt I should wear. And when you fuck my brains out after I do those things for you, I'll get off on every throb of your cock knowing I'm giving you the perfect girlfriend experience," you purr, before sucking on his earlobe and dragging your teeth down it lightly.\n\nCody shudders under your assault, lips slightly parted as he breathes fast. He's quiet for several moments, obviously wrestling with some aspect of his better nature and the near-sell-your-soul level temptation you've offered him. Finally, he whispers, "Would you... put the costume back on?"\n\nYou grin broadly, leaning down to give him a quick kiss before drawing back, snagging the box from the floor and sashaying into the bathroom. A few minutes later you emerge, twirling the ball-ended tails in your hand, smiling with red-painted lips. Your tongue flicks a bit along said lips at the sight of Cody naked, stiff prick jutting out in front of him, a drop of pre oozing out at the sight of you. "Mai Shiranui, at your service!" you chirp.\n\n"You... you look..." Green eyes rake you up and down, adoringly, hungrily, predatorily. He takes another deep breath before he says, "Could you bend over and put your hands on the bed, please?"\n\nStill grinning happily, you move forward, bending at the waist and bracing your hands on the mattress, giving your jiggly ass a light shake. Cody moves into place behind you, and you make low, pleased noises as he begins to knead your ass, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh just a bit as he does. Then he leans down, pressing the cheeks apart, and you gasp in pleasure as his tongue starts swirling over your pucker, wet heat teasing at the sensitive hole. You continue giving little wiggles of your hips as he works his tongue deeper into you, before he straightens up. You hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then give a low moan as he starts pushing his cock into your spit-slick ass, the lubricated latex making up any necessary difference.\n\nSoon Cody's full length is buried deep in your ass, and his hands roam your back, down to caress the sides of your tits, before he grips your waist and starts fucking you. Hard, fast, right from the beginning, indulging himself completely and just pounding away at you, making your tits wobble beneath you and your ass jiggle from the impact of his hips. And you squeal and moan and beg for more, knowing that every sound only makes him feel more incredible, more like he's fucking famous sexbomb Mai Shiranui up the ass and she's loving every second of it. Because you are.\n\nOh yeah, it's gonna be a good life.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BuddyOct12xEnd]]

Your lips curl in a smile as you take in your somewhat disheveled but very female body. Of course, it could just take a whole twenty-four hours to change back... but somehow you don't think so. Leaning over to Cody, you let your tits press against him as you start kissing along his jaw and chin. "Hey. Hey," you murmur as he shifts around as he begins to wake up.\n\n"Mm?" Cody's eyes open a little, then his mouth curls in a smile as you slide over on top of him, your lips coming down on his in a kiss. You wiggle on top of him a few times in the midst of the kiss, letting your tits press against him, then reach back, guiding his morning wood into your already wet pussy. Both of you moan softly as you settle back onto him, his hands moving to grip your ass and squeeze. This time it's both of you partially controlling the tempo, you rocking on top of him eagerly with your tits rubbing on his chest, his hands on your ass urging you to move. Eventually he groans and pulls you forward, slipping out of you, the top of his cock lightly slapping against the cleft of your pussylips as it spurts, cum spattering across your round, jiggling ass.\n\n"So you really don't think you're going to change back?" he asks a bit later, sitting on the edge of your bed in a pair of your sweats, his hair still slightly damp from the shower.\n\n"Nope," you answer, rubbing at your own long brown hair with a towel, another wrapped around your middle, and barely coming down to the bottom of your hips, the light jiggles of your tits at the motions of your arms constantly threatening to make the towel drop, all of this resulting in a rather obvious bulge in Cody's sweatpants. "Somehow I just feel certain this is for good now." You drop the towel and pick up the ponytail tie from the costume, grinning as you pull your hair back into its ponytail. "But y'know what, I'm okay with it!"\n\n"You are? I mean... yeah, I guess you seemed pretty okay with it this morning," he admits, blushing.\n\n"Hey you seemed pretty okay with it too, y'know," you tease, resting one hand on your hip and jutting the other hip out, pointing at him with your other hand. "You got any complaints?"\n\n"Well, not with... that," he mumurs, blushing brighter, then giving his head a shake. "I mean, there's a whole lot we'll have to do in regards to your identity, and protecting your assets now, but I think between the two of us we can manage it."\n\n"Good," you say with a firm nod. "Because I've decided-"\n\n<hr>\n[["- I like being a woman!"|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["- I'm going to be your perfect girlfriend!"|BuddyOct12x6]]\n\n[["- sex with you is awesome!"|BuddyOct]]

It's surprisingly easy to give in to one of those urges that cropped up, and you find yourself leaning forward and down, shifting on the couch a bit as you move towards Cody's lap. He jumps a little, head jerking down to look at you in shock as you stretch the waistband of the pants and pull them and his boxers down, letting his stiff prick spring free.\n\n"B-Buddy, what are you-" He cuts himself off with a loud moan as your mouth wraps around the head of his cock and you start suckling lightly.\n\nYou find the taste is... surprisingly nice, encouraging you to swirl your tongue around it, making him moan again. You draw your head up and off of him, then drop down a bit, kissing along the underside of his cock a few times before dragging your tongue up the shaft. Heck, you've received more than a few good blowjobs in your time, giving one can't be that hard with that to work off of. Dipping your head back down, completely lost in your little whim, you lick at the meeting of his shaft and sack, giving a light suck there before moving back up along it with another long, slow stroke of your tongue.\n\nWhatever other protestations Cody might have had have apparently died under the assault of your mouth. Instead he rests a hand on your back, rubbing at you gently through the soft, thin cotton, the motion actually quite pleasant for as simple as it is. There's definitely a thrill here to how happy you must be making your best friend, too... not just a beautiful woman sucking his cock, but doing it while he's watching his favorite sexy scene in a movie. Hell, you know you'd be happy with that, and if your best friend is happy, isn't that cause to be happy?\n\nYou roll your eyes to look up at him as you slide your mouth back down over his cock, seeing his own half-lidded green eyes gazing back at you, face flushed and lips slightly parted as he breathes. That's definitely a face that's enjoying himself, you think with amusement... and something about his eyes when he's looking at you, especially when they're locked on yours, sends an extra thrill through your body, making you aware of just how stiff your nipples are and how hot and wet it's gotten between your legs. So you keep watching his face as you begin dipping your head lower, gradually working yourself down on him, soft pink lips sliding along his shaft. You feel him nudge the back of your throat, and give a soft 'hk' as he does. But now you're determined to do the best job possible, to see how good the look on his face gets, so you keep gradually easing yourself down after little draws back up, until eventually you can ease his cock into your throat, grinning around his shaft some as you watch him close his eyes and throw his head back.\n\n"Oh <i>fuck</i>," he groans as you deepthroat him, working your way down until your pretty lips are wrapped around the base of his shaft. You bob your head a few more times, but once he says, "B-Buddy... I'm getting close," you pull up and off of him, unable to help gasping a little as you sit up. He looks a little dazed and confused for a moment as you sit back... then his eyes widen as you peel your shirt up and off, tits dropping free and wobbling as you haul it off over your long ponytail. Still, he seems to have gotten the message, hauling off his uniform top and wriggling out of the pants as you stand and peel out of the shorts. He stares up at you almost worshipfully as you move to the couch, both of you naked now as you straddle his lap and lean in. You're in the midst of angling his cock when you hear an 'mmf' and blink, looking at him... and realize you're smothering him with your tits. You squeak and lean back, Cody hauling in a quick breath, both of you exchanging an embarrassed glance... then bursting out laughing.\n\nAfter a few moments of laughing, both of you grin, then you scoot forward, settling yourself onto him and settling yourself, gasping out as you feel the very strange but very good sensation of a cock entering your pussy for the first time. You drape your arms around his neck, his hands stroking and caressing your hips, ass, and back gently, letting you control the pace as you settle fully onto him, then begin riding, slowly at first, but picking up the pace as you get used to the feeling of that long, thick, hot thing pumping up inside you, spearing into your core with every movement. You lock eyes with Cody again, both of you panting and gasping, and both move at the same time, leaning in and locking lips, tongues eagerly meeting each other as you ride his lap, your tits pillowed against his chest and shoulders.\n\nYou're a little surprised that you cum first... well, some little bit of you in the back of your brain that isn't busy orgasming more intensely than ever in your life is surprised. You throw back your head and cry out, body trembling and pussy squeezing around Cody's cock as you buck on his lap, hips twisting and working against him. You almost cry out again in dismay as he pulls you up and off of him, then gasp loudly at the sensation of his cock resting against the front of your crotch, twitching and shuddering as it spurts long ropes of cum across your belly and the undersides of your breasts.\n\nBoth of you breathe heavily, just looking at each other for long moments, before your mouth curls in a smile, prompting him to do so as well. You lean in for another quick kiss, then get up and snag his wrist, tugging him up and urging him to follow you into the bedroom. You take a moment to use a convenient wipe to clean yourself off, then snag something else out of the drawer before dropping onto the bed, your tits jiggling as you flip the long silvery strip onto the bed beside you. Cody only hesitates for a moment before he clambers up onto the bed as well, moving over you on all fours, delivering several soft, lingering kisses on your mouth. Then he ducks his head down, kissing along your neck and throat, leaving you wriggling and giving soft 'mm' noises as he makes his way down to your chest. You moan lowly as he begins kissing and gently kneading your breasts, mouth closing over one of your nipples and swirling around it, then slipping over to give the other similar attention.\n\nCody actually manages to make you cum again just by playing with your tits, even if it's not as big as the last one, your cry soft and your back arching as you shiver. Before it's quite done he's kissing his way down your flat belly, tongue flicking across it here and there, teasing into your bellybutton for just a moment. Then he nudges your thighs onto his shoulders before he sets to work licking and kissing at the plump, wet pussylips between your legs, alternating between sucking and kissing at them with long, rhythmic strokes up your cleft, each one flicking your clit. This time he's not satisfied until he's wrung at least three orgasms out of you, and by the time he's finished your legs are quivering and your body is shining with sweat, your tits heaving with your quickened breaths as he straightens up and tears a condom off the strip, sliding the blue rubber over his stiff prick.\n\nHe slides back up your body, with you eagerly drawing him closer and into the renewed kiss, wrapping your arms and legs around him as his rubber-coated cock slides back inside you. This time he controls the pace, and you're perfectly glad to have him do so, showing him that you are by moaning into his mouth and sucking his tongue, and squeezing him down against you so that your tits rub on his chest. His hips drive you against the bed, gently at first but with greater strength as he gradually picks up speed, until finally you're throwing back your head and crying out as he thrusts deep inside you, your pussy fluttering and squeezing around him as he fills the condom's reservoir.\n\nThat's not the end of it, but everything after is a little hazy as you sit up the next morning, rubbing your head. You're not hung over... you weren't even what you'd call drunk, after all... but you are processing a lot of strange sensations. Like dried sweat on your boobs and a well-fucked pussy. Your gaze wanders around, to the sleeping Cody, to the number of used and tied-off condoms in the bedside traschan, and finally down to yourself, as if just to confirm that you are in fact still in possession of a pair of large tits and a tight vagina.\n\n<hr>\n[[Dammit!|BuddyOct13x1]]\n\n[[Whew!|BuddyOct12x5]]

You're still a little freaked out, you need all the comfort you can get to help you calm down and feel normal. You step into the black shorts and haul them up, a little surprised when they fit firmly rather than the fairly loose fit of usual. Well, your proportions are different now, you muse as you haul on the soft, thin from too many washings white T-shirt as well, feeling it stretch in a few places. Still, they seem to be as comfy as always once you've got them on, and you're feeling positively cheered as you head back out.\n\n"So what'd you find to watch?" you call as you head into the living room, padding along on bare feet.\n\n"<i>Return of the Living Dead</i>, can't have Halloween without <i>Return of the Living Dea</i>-" Cody replies as he straightens up from setting down a plate of nachos. His eyes widen a little, then he clears his throat. "Ah, one sec, I forgot the beers," he announces, scuttling back into the kitchen.\n\n"Wha?" You blink. What's with that? You're out of the skimpy clothing and wearing something he's seen you in probably thousands of times before. You look over towards the back window, and catch a glimpse of your reflection. ... Oh. Turns out your proportions are different enough that the formerly somewhat loose shorts are now effectively hotpants, clinging to your round ass and hips and baring your long, curvaceous legs entirely. Meanwhile the shirt conforms to the shape of your chest almost perfectly save where it's stretched between your breasts, lifted up enough to show your bellybutton, and thin enough that just the faintest hint of pink is visible at the tips. That would explain it alright.\n\nStill, Cody seems entirely composed when he returns with a six-pack of bottled beer from the kitchen, so you put it out of your mind, the two of you settling down to enjoy a bit of horror nostalgia from your childhoods. The beer and nachos help too... Cody makes the best nachos you've ever had, and the beer is a local craft dubbel, meaning that your head's pleasantly fuzzy after about one and a half, letting you relax and almost forget your situation. You scoot back on the couch, drawing your bare legs up beside you and resting a hand on them, still occasionally sipping your beer as you watch.\n\nYou grin as the scene arrives where Trash, the punk rock girl, starts dancing in the graveyard... Cody's favorite scene, one he's confided to you as being one of the first times he ever got turned on watching a movie. You turn to tease him a little as usual, when you notice that his face is a lot closer than expected, as well as rather red as he stares resolutely forward. You realize that at some point, without noticing it, you've scooted over closer and are practically leaning against him, one of your breasts pillowed against his arm. For some reason you find yourself glancing down, and notice that there's a rather obvious bulge in the front of his black pants, either from the scene or from you but probably a mixture of both. The sight sends a lot of strange, conflicting feelings through you, stuff you're not sure whether it's the result of this body or maybe something you've always repressed or maybe just natural reactions.\n\n<hr>\n[[Lean back and pretend nothing happened.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Blow him.|BuddyOct12x4]]\n\n[[Slap him and call him a pervert.|BuddyOct]]

"Let's just try to wait this out," you finally decide with a huff, after several minutes of thinking. You raise a hand to the side of your head, giving it a shake. "I'm too rattled to think of confronting anybody or trying to go searching for somebody I don't even have the first idea of where to start looking for. I just wanna hunker down and hope this is over with soon."\n\n"I understand, this must be pretty stressful," Cody answers, reaching out to give your shoulder a squeeze. "Tell you what, I'll dig up one of our favorite Halloween movies and fix up some sandwiches and beer, that'll at least feel like a more normal Halloween, huh?"\n\nYou can't help but grin, even if a little wanly. "Straight out of eighth grade, yeah."\n\nThat gets a light laugh out of him, and he nods. "Yeah, but it's better to call that 'nostalgic', huh?" Then he blushes just a little and glances aside. "Ah... did you maybe want to change clothes, though? I mean I'm not sure how comfortable that costume is..."\n\n"Oh." You blush a little as well as you glance down at yourself. Actually the skimpy little ninja outfit is surprisingly comfortable, even though by all rights it shouldn't be. (Feels like you're wearin' nothin' at all!) Still, it is a little embarrassing to realize how close to naked you are, especially with the way it's obviously turning your friend on. "Yeah, you're right. Um, be right back."\n\nYou head to your bedroom and close the door before stripping off the costume, tossing it back into its box in a bit of annoyance. As an afterthought you head to the bathroom and wipe off the makeup you applied earlier. (Not that it makes a ton of difference, your body's apparently completely gorgeous even au naturale.) Once again doing your best to ignore the jiggling you do with every step, you head to your chest of drawers and start looking through things.\n\nLet's see... sweats or your favorite shorts and T-shirt? Sweats would have the advantage of covering you up completely, while your favorites would be more comfortable... and comforting, come to think of it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sweats.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Favorite.|BuddyOct12x3]]

Cody isn't exactly Superman, but he's trustworthy and he lives just around the corner. You quickly bring him up in your contacts list and hit the Call button. There's an answer about halfway into the second ring, the familiar voice chirping, "Hey, Buddy, what's up? You about to head to-"\n\n"Cody!" you squeak, then try to calm down quickly before continuing. "Cody, listen, I'm in trouble."\n\n"Buddy? What's wrong? Your voice sounds strange, are you hurt?" he asks in obvious concern.\n\n"I... no, not really, but something weird happened and I need help. Please could you come over to my place?"\n\n"Sure, I just walked out the door, I'll be there in like two minutes."\n\nIt's really more like a minute and change, meaning he must have run a bit to get there, when there's a knock at the door. You rush over and yank the door open, revealing your redheaded, rather boyish-looking friend, standing there in a Star Trek uniform with highly detailed phaser and tricorder at the belt. Too relieved to notice how his jaw drops, you hop forward and throw your arms around him. "Oh God thank you thank you for coming over so fast I was completely freaking out!"\n\n"U-uh, ma'am, hi, I'm glad to help if something's wrong, but-" he starts, holding his hands out a bit to the sides. He erks as you step back and grab his wrist, yanking him inside before hauling the door closed and whirling to face him.\n\n"Cody, it's-!" you start, only to suddenly realize something. Your face turns a deep red, and you quickly yank the costume's top portion back into place. "... It's me, Buddy." You see the skepticism on his face and hurry to add, "Really, this isn't a prank or something, I wouldn't do that to you! It's really me, this isn't a suit, or... or whatever!"\n\n"... Okay," he says slowly, giving a slight nod. "Alright, then, we'll just assume that's true. So calm down and let's figure things out," he says, making a few small gestures with his hands. "Just take a few deep breaths, first thing."\n\nYou nod hastily, then take a deep breath and let it out, probably a little too fast. You force yourself to take the next one slower, though it does still come out in a rush. You repeat that for a minute or so before you finally feel fairly calm. You open your eyes and look at Cody, seeing that he's blushing brightly and has his eyes averted. Why would he...? ... Oh, right.\n\n"Alright, so what happened?" he prompts.\n\n"Yesterday I went out to buy a costume," you begin, doing your best to keep calm. "I went to this place called 'Cosplay Casbah', and... I bought a Mai Shiranui costume because I thought it would be a laugh. But the shop girl kept saying 'it's authentic, it's authentic', and she was a weirdly convincing catgirl and now I think maybe the costume is... magic," you finish a bit lamely.\n\n"... Well, normally I wouldn't exactly believe in magic," Cody says after a moment, rubbing the back of his head. "But barring any other explanation that seems the simplest and most obvious. Okay, so you've been transformed by magic. I guess that means we have to figure out how it did it and how to change you back."\n\n"Okay, okay how do we do that?!" you ask hurriedly, nodding eagerly. (Dammit, they jiggle when you do that too, to judge how Cody's cheeks color again.)\n\n"W-well, the way I see it, there's three things to do. We can either ask someone at the store, look for someone else to help us if you don't trust them, or we can just wait and see if it wears off. That's how transformation magic is in a lot of books and stuff, right? It only lasts maybe twelve hours or a day or so?"\n\nYou nod more slowly at that. "Yeah. Yeah I guess it does."\n\n"Alright, so what do you wanna do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Cosplay Casbah.|BuddyOct19x1]]\n\n[[Third party.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Just wait.|BuddyOct12x2]]

"N-no, no other plans," you almost squeak, squirming in your seat.\n\n"Okay, you two have fun at work together then," your mom chirps.\n\nOnce breakfast is finished, you head out the door with your father and clamber into the passenger side seat of his car. Almost the moment you've pulled out of the driveway, he reaches over with one hand to undo the button of your jeans and slide the zipper down, leaving you biting your lip and squirming in your seat again. Then your father's hand slides down the front of your pussy, and you gasp as his fingers start stroking over your wet pussy, slipping across the front of it repeatedly before two of them push inside you and start slowly working around within.\n\nHe fingers you all the way to the little no-tell motel on the edge of the town, where he pulls out. He slides his hand out of your panties to get out and head into the front office, and rather than doing your pants back up you slide your own hand back into your panties in its place, moaning as you finger yourself, keeping your hole hot, wet, and ready for him. Soon he returns to the car and drives to park in front of one of the rooms. Still with your pants open, you clamber out of the car as well, following him to the door and waiting while he unlocks it. He doesn't even wait for you to finish closing the door behind you before he sits down on the edge of the bed and fishes out his stiff cock, waggling it in the air enticingly. "Get over here," he murmurs hoarsely.\n\nAnd of course you do, ready to act like the cheap hooker he's treating you like. You move over and kneel down in front of him, going right to work mouthing his stiff shaft and licking along it, dipping down to nuzzle his balls and suck one into your mouth. While you go to work on his cock with your mouth, you also start working out of your jeans and panties, wiggling them down over your ass and hips and working them down your legs, shoving them and your shoes and socks off at the same time. Now bottomless, you raise your hands up to wrap one around the base of his cock and start stroking, eyes rolled up to watch his face as you start sucking his cock properly, sliding it down your throat. He moans loudly, divesting himself of his tie and shirt.\n\n"That's right, baby, suck Daddy's cock," he encourages, resting a hand on your head. You moan around your father's prick at the lust in his voice, pulling your mouth up and off his dick with a popping noise. You stay off just long enough to pull off your t-shirt and bra before going back to work, your bare pussy dripping onto the cheap, stained carpet. You grab at your father's pants, tugging them off as well while you work, until both of you are naked in the small hotel room that obviously only exists for shameful liasons like this one.\n\nEventually you pull off of his cock and climb up onto the bed on all fours. Your father turns and moves up behind you, and you moan at the feeling of him pushing his stiff prick into your very eager pussy. You wonder if this is how he remembers yesterday? Or does he remember just fucking his daughter's ass, and now he's finally getting to slide raw into her dripping teenage cunt? The thought just excites you more and has you bucking back against him as his big manly hands cover your perky tits and squeeze them as he pumps into you, panting and moaning in your ear. Eventually he leans back and grabs your hip with one hand and your ponytail with the other and starts fucking you like he's trying to drive the soul out of your body, making you shriek and cry out as you cum repeatedly, not caring which other adulterous couples might be hearing you through the paper-thin walls.\n\nAfter a morning of fucking, eventually your father orders lunch. When there's a knock at the door, you answer naked, cum still dripping down your thighs. While the pizza delivery guy is no doubt used to delivering to prostitutes and cheating wives at this motel, having such an obvious teenager answer, and much less completely naked obviously shocks him, and he stands there with his mouth gaping and cock tenting his pants as you take the pizza box and hand him his money. Once you've closed the door, your father laughs. "Mm, maybe I should have had you suck his cock as a tip," he murmurs as he watches you set the pizza down on the slightly rickety table before flopping back into bed with him. "That might have been pretty hot, considering what a little slut you apparently are."\n\nYou blush, leaning in to kiss him like a slut indeed, your tongue twining with your father's as you stroke his cum-streaked cock with one hand. He mmms, then flips you to face away from him before starting to push his cock into your ass. You moan eagerly at the feel of his big prick once more sliding into your tighter back hole, even tighter and thus him feeling even bigger in this position, turning your head to resume the kiss.\n\nHe fucks you until well after dark, the two of you eventually showering (while touching as little of the shower as possible) before getting dressed and returning home. "Wow, must've been a long day, you're home late," your mother observes innocently enough as she takes dinner out of the oven.\n\n"Well, having Jamie there made it a breeze," your father replies casually, even as he reaches over under the table and gives your pussy a rub through your jeans, making you grin broadly at him. "Still, glad it's the weekend."\n\n"Oh, that's right, the big game is tomorrow, isn't it?" your mother observes. "Still having all your friends over?" She sighs a little, then grins. "Well, as long as you clean up after, not like I mind. Still, that's going to be quite the full house. Maybe Jamie and I will have a spa day together."\n\n"Mm, I thought we might continue the streak of dad and daughter time if she joined me for the game," he observes casually, giving your pussy another squeeze as he says it. You stifle your moan and realize that he must have meant it about thinking it would be hot to see you suck off another guy... except now it's clear he's got more than one guy, and more than sucking, in common. Are you really ready to be gangbanged by a bunch of adult men...?\n\n"Either way. Which would you rather do, Jamie?" your mother asks.\n\n<hr>\n[[Spa day.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Big game.|QOInc]]

"Why don't both you and I go after this Doctor Ceratops guy?" you suggest. "I mean, between the two of us we ought to be able to handle a scientist, right?"\n\n"Probably not," Ydoncha says blandly, which you're... not sure how to take as she starts typing on the console. "But eh. Not like there's anything better to do. I'll prep a stealth shuttle for us and we'll head towards his hideout, since it's been identified. It'll go <i>great</i>," she adds in a mutter.\n\nYou're a little worried now as you and Ydoncha step onto the glowing platform, and between blinks you find yourself in a slightly cramped cockpit area. You let Ydoncha move ahead to take one of the two seats, before settling into the other. "Er, is this guy tough or something?"\n\n"Noooo, he's not tough at all, that's why he's already captured and in custody," Ydoncha snorts, rolling her eyes as she works the controls, the stars outside starting to move, then stretching and flashing by the viewport ahead of you. "He's just the worst Saurian criminal in galactic history that's all."\n\n"That's... pretty bad, huh? Are Saurian criminals notorious or something?"\n\n"Oh gosh I can't wait to tell someone completely ignorant of galactic races about Saurians. ... Sorry, I actually don't mind at all," Ydoncha adds, glancing over and lifting a hand to wave it side-to-side a little. "I did want to be a teacher after all. Anyway, Saurians are less one particular race and more of a social identity, their evolution makes tooootal sense and isn't bullshit at all. But they are one of the oldest sentient races in the known universe, and they're not afraid to remind anyone of it. Most of them are just a taaaaad condescending towards anyone that's not a Saurian or something close to it, but there is a faction of Saurian Supremacists who don't want to have any contact at all with mostly mammalian races because it 'dirties' them, super great guys, just looove that kind of outlook."\n\n"And this Doctor Ceratops guy is one of them?"\n\n"Used to be. He got kicked out. Because that's something to be proud of."\n\n"Kicked out? What for? Was he too extreme for them?"\n\n"Kind of. But he actually got kicked out for bestiality." At your blink, she glances over. "And yeah, sure, I totally mean with actual animals. Yanno, if that makes you feel better than what it was actually for."\n\n"Uh... so, he hates mammals, but he...?"\n\n"Right. I bet that's not common at <i>all</i>, totally extremely rare. Anyway, he's into a ton of illegal gene modding and other stuff that is absolutely normal to be interested by and he's definitely in it for the science like he claims, not as some kind of twisted power trip, who'd believe that? But he uses this stuff on himself a ton too, not that anyone would call what he has superpowers, that's just silly."\n\n"... Yyyyikes. Okay, so what do we do?"\n\n"Fail, probably," she replies in a flat tone, then shrugs. "But I guess before that, we decide how to approach this."\n\n"Uh, well, lemme think." You take off your helmet and rub your head a bit. "Okay, so I'm only a rookie, but I guess the basics of police work are like... you either try to take down the suspect, or you go in with greater force, or you learn more about the suspect to make it easier to catch them."\n\n"Brilliant deductions, genius." Ydoncha glances over, then gives you a thumbs-up. "Seriously, you're on a good track. Okay, we can either [[continue to his hideout|GGSR]], go get some [[backup|GGSR]], or try talking to some of his [[former associates|GGSR]], 'cause I bet they'd just loooove talking to a couple of mammal Space Rangers."

"C'mon, c'mon man, let's get to work, today's a busy day, got like three batches of field trip kids on the schedule today," the head cook snaps as he and his assistant walk into the kitchen, clapping both of his hands.\n\n"Man, when it's slow it's dead, when it's busy it's a madhouse," the assistant grouses, heading to the sink to wash his hands, not noticing that it seems both recently used and that there's a pile of sodden rags in one corner of it.\n\n"Hey, check the ground beef for the quesadillas," the head cook calls over. "You know the picky kids love those since the menu specifically says no veggies, we might have a run, and I think we were practically out of ground beef."\n\nThe assistant hurries to one of the large fridges, hauling it open and checking the metal trays. "Nah, looks like we've got plenty, there's at least a couple of bins of the stuff in here. One of the late shift guys must've got 'em out of the freezer when he saw we were low."\n\n"Great then. Go ahead and start browning some up, got a lot of hungry people coming in."\n\n<b>Fast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse Kitchen</b> end - <i>Pounded and Grounded</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

"I... I want you to turn me into a girl," you manage after a few moments, squirming in place as you say it. "You know... an actual girl."\n\n"Ohh? And why do you want that, pet?" the incubus asks with a soft giggle.\n\n"W-well, you're always calling me a girl, and talking about... about fucking me in the pussy... I... I want to really be one. I want you to... to actually fuck me in... in the pussy." You continue squirming, nibbling your lower lip. "... Can you do that?"\n\n"Of course I can! I'm just so pleased, a cute little slut like you using her request to do something that's going to make her master happy too." He grins wickedly at you, then raises a hand and snaps his fingers.\n\nYou gasp loudly as a shuddery, tingling pleasurable sensation races across your entire body. You arch your back as more of it concentrates in your chest as it swells up, pressing out against the previously empty cups of your babydoll, your nipples stiffening and lengthening further and areola turning puffy and rising against the fabric. You feel a tightness in your waist and a pressure in your hips and rear, but mostly you can feel the sensation intensifying in your cock and between your legs. The stiff length of your cock and your aching balls steadily start to shrink, getting smaller and smaller, until they withdraw within your body and disappear completely. Even as they vanish you can feel a burst of the pleasure between your legs, a feeling of heat and wetness and an entirely different ache than before. The tingling continues in your arms and legs and across your body for a few moments more, even infusing your scalp, before it finally disappers and leaves you panting.\n\n"Mmm, very nice, let's take a look," the incubus purrs, slipping forward and grabbing the babydoll, yanking it off over your head, the feeling of it getting caught in your long hair confusing you for a moment. But then he tosses it aside, and both you and he can look down, taking in your bare, perky B-cup tits. The incubus makes a pleased noise, grabbing both of your tits and squeezing them, making you gasp and jerk your hips as your new pussy twitches in response. Giggling, the incubus pushes you back and starts licking and sucking at your puffy nipples, making you writhe and moan, your voice higher and sweeter than before as he licks and slurps at you.\n\nAfter several minutes he grabs the panties and yanks them off as well, leaving you in just the stockings, that newly-created pussy bare and dripping in the moonlight. He rubs the blunt head of his horsecock against it, then dives forward, spearing into you while you scream in orgasm, your whole body bucking in eagerness. You don't bother to hold back your noises, knowing he'll take care of that by now, just wrapping your stocking-sheathed legs around him and bucking your hips eagerly towards his thrusts, urging him to go balls-deep in your needy cunt now that you have one. His slender chest rubs against your tits as he pumps into you, the spade tip of his tail slipping down to tease at your asshole as he fucks your pussy, making you writhe and buck. Oh yes, this is just what you wanted! It's almost a shame you didn't ask him to knock you up too, comes a fleeting thought through your brain.\n\nEventually he pumps a load into you, making you roll your eyes and smile brainlessly at the now familiar intense pleasure his cum induces. This time he rolls onto his side and makes a few gestures, and you eagerly roll on top of him, straddling his face and leaning down, working the base of his cock with a hand while sucking the rest of it. But this time he returns the favor, licking and slurping at your new and newly-defiled hole, his tongue slurping over the puffy outer lips before diving into you, impossibly long and agile as it churns up your insides, making you buck and writhe on top of him and moan whorishly around his thick demon horsedick.\n\nHe fucks you through the rest of the night as usual, though this time he takes care to fuck all three holes. He seems to almost prefer doggy style now, probably because 'bitch' is more literal and he can toy with your tits as he pumps into your ass or pussy from behind. But eventually you're left laying sprawled in a twitching, contented mess, and he straightens up. "Well! You make quite the wonderful, slutty literal girl, my little bitch. I'll tell you what... I'll be back in a few days. If you continue to please me by being a lewd little whore, I'll give a choice of presents. Bye for now!" And he disappears between blinks, leaving you sighing and regretting the lack of him for a few days as you slip into sleep.\n\nYou wake up, and immediately look down at yourself... still naked save for your purple stockings, and yup, still a girl. You wonder how you're going to explain that one. You sigh and stand up, slipping out of the stockings and pulling on your sleep pants and a t-shirt, heading to the bathroom for a shower and to take a look at yourself. Once in front of the mirror and naked again, you turn back and forth. You're actually... pretty hot. Still slender, but with sleek curves that are very pleasing. Perky B-cups, nice pert butt, sleek legs, smattering of freckles across the chest. It's no drop-dead stunner body, but you look really good for a teenage girl. Your hair is also now down past your shoulderblades, a slightly more lustrous brown than it used to be. And... you seem to be lacking any hair at all below your eyebrows. You run a hand along your arms, legs, and a shivery touch across the smooth front of your crotch... nothing, not even stubble. It seems the incubus has decided to shave you the trouble of ever needing to shave.\n\nYou shower, enjoying playing with your new body a bit before inevitably drying off and heading back to your room. You blink as you pull open your underwear drawer... it's full of panties. Mostly boring white cotton ones, but panties nevertheless. You pull out a pair and step into it, pulling it up and wiggling them into place... perfect fit. You open your t-shirt drawer and find it half full of mostly equally plain bras. You select a sports-type one, a little too weirded-out to try and discover if you now know the proper way of donning the other type. You pull on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans... both fit your new body just fine, with the jeans being a bit more snug and showing off your body more than you're used to doing, but still fitting all the same. Shaking your head, you head downstairs.\n\n"Morning, dear," your mother says without batting an eye, glancing over and giving you a smile.\n\n"Mm," your father adds, dressed for work and reading his paper.\n\n"... Hi," you answer, glancing back and forth, then shrugging. Magic and shit ain't gotta be explained, you guess.\n\nAs you're digging into your breakfast, your father lowers the paper and glances aside. "Honey, my secretary's going to be out today, so I thought Jamie could step in for the day and help out. Unless you have other plans?" he asks with a glance towards you. But the heat in his blue eyes behind his glasses says he's got other things planned for you for the day, if you leave the house with him. Your throat goes a little dry and you swallow, nipples stiffening under your bra and pussy starting to moisten.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with him.|QOInc1x11]]\n\n[[Make an excuse.|QOInc]]

"Man I really don't wanna get stuck back in that server," you mutter, rubbing the back of your head. "Maybe it would be better to just get right to it, and show her what I'm made of."\n\n"I assure you that Mistress Cyan is fully aware of what you are made of, having designed your body herself. But very well, we will move directly to work," Mavis answers, a holographic screen appearing in front of you with a checklist. "There is an [[item of importance|Chocola]] she wishes retrieved from an influential organized crime boss, preferably without immediately alerting him that it was taken. There are [[schematics|Chocola]] being kept in an offline server that Mistress Cyan requires, you would need to infiltrate the facility and access them. Finally, there is [[another agent|Chocola]] who requires assistance, which would be valuable on multiple levels, I think."

"Burn them!" you call, yanking a Gobberlin off of your arm, the motion hampered by another one clinging to the arm you're doing with the yanking. "Drop a fireball right on top of us! You said you can do it without hurting us, so do it!"\n\n"But-!" Aerienne calls, then her eyes widen as Yuli gives a yelp and starts to topple, the smaller woman obviously having a tougher time holding out against the swarm. Nodding once quickly, she raises her hands and says a short chant, before thrusting her hands forward just as several Gobberlins leap through the air towards her. The orb of flame that instantly flies from between her hands and forward while expanding rapidly incinerates them completely, the flickering ball of fire describing an arc not unlike an overfull water balloon as it drops down directly between you and Yuli, then explodes outwards, completely covering the tunnel in flames. Gobberlins barely have time to shirek as they quickly char and burn to ash, several collapsing into little blackened skeletons before even those are wiped away.\n\nThe fire washes over you, and you can feel the intense heat of it... but rather than the pain of being burned, instead what you feel is an equally severe pleasure. Your whole body is practically consumed with it, leaving you staggering and gasping, actually sucking in some of the fire which just feels like thick vapor to you. That sends it spreading through your insides, and instantly you can feel your nipples turning diamond-hard, your pussy growing plumper and wetter than it's ever been before, practically swamping your tight leather pants, your hips bucking and twitching as you practically orgasm in place. A completely overwhelming <i>need</i> like you've never even known slams through your brain... not to fuck, but to breed. You want to be bred, you want to be mated, you want a big fat cock filling your womb up with gallons of potent spunk untily you're ready to have a veritable litter.\n\nAs the flames flicker out, you're left standing there trembling. You can see Yuli looking somewhat glassy-eyed, standing there with her mouth opening and closing slightly and silently, her nipples trying to drill holes in her top. You look over at Aerienne, starting to ask her what's going on, but the words catch in your throat and turn into a strangled sound at what you see.\n\n"Oh... oh no, oh no," Aerienne groans, biting her lip and trying to put a hand over her crotch. But there's not all that much she can do to hide the extremely large tent in her pretty white robes. It's quite obviously a cock, one of an equally impressive size to her large tits, and even her jostling her hand against it in a vain attempt to hide it causes the white cloth pressing around the tip to darken with wetness. "Ohhh, not this again... I-I'm sorry, both of you, please, we... we have to keep our heads!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Right. Keep your head!|GGMonk10x2]]\n\n[[Right. Present like a bitch in heat!|GGMonk]]

"I think a surprise would be good," you answer with a nod.\n\n"Alright, hon. Well it's pizza for dinner tonight, just let me know when you're ready to order it!"\n\nAnd so a great night of pizza and cookies and watching pretty much whatever you want on TV is had, and you eventually retire to bed, pulling on a pair of sleeping pants and a tanktop to flop and go to sleep.\n\nWhen you wake up it's to a sense of discomfort below, leaving you rolling on your back and squirming a little. It feels like your pants have become uncomfortably tight, and not in the typical 'morning boner' way. You toss the covers aside, then stare down at yourself in shock. You have a hardon alright... but it's huge! It's straining tightly against your pajama pants, until the fabric looks like it wants to tear, the shaft having slipped down one of your pants legs and straining to pull it upwards. It's over a foot long... <i>easily</i> over a foot long!\n\nMore in complete shock than anything else you yelp and leap up out of bed, staring down at it, then whirling to look in the mirror, some fevered part of your brain wanting to see if it's actually in your reflection or just some weird fever dream. But no, it's there alright... as are a pair of short little horns jutting from your forehead. You stare at them, reaching up to poke at them with your fingers, which is when you realize your eyes have changed too, becoming an almost glowing purple. What the heck?!\n\nThen you're whirling around as you hear the door opening, eyes going wide as your mother steps in, wearing a pale blue shirt and jeans today, her face cheerful as she says, "Jamie, I-" She cuts off at the sight of you, her own eyes widening just slightly... then closing as she sighs, bringing a hand up to her cheek. "Oh dear, I thought this might happen."\n\n"Wh-wha?!" you squeak. Then for some reason your brain spits out, "Mom, <i>knock</i>!"\n\n"I'm sorry, honey, I was just excited. And now, well, I guess I have some explaining to do," she answers, smiling sheepishly and clasping her hands in front of herself. \n\n"You mean... you know what's going on?!" you stammer, looking over your shoulder at the mirror. \n\n"I do. I'll go downstairs and make breakfast, why don't you come down after you've calmed down a little? Oh," she adds, glancing downwards. (Is it your imagination or does her tongue flick over her lips?) "You're probably going to need to deliberately have that go down."\n\n"I, uh..." Your almost automatic reaction is 'I've never been able to do that before' but you wind up just blushing and going silent.\n\n"Yes, dear, I know how that can be, but you'll find it a lot easier to control your body now. Just take a deep breath, close your eyes, focus on it, and will it to go limp." You follow her instructions, and are surprised when the steely hardon quickly subsides... though your cock doesn't seem to lose that much length or girth from it, still visibly thick under your pants. Still, your mother gives a few light claps and beams. "There you go! Alright, come on down here in a few," she adds, turning and making her way back out.\n\nYou stare after her, then spend a few moments staring in the mirror again. Still, it is a little easier to calm down now that you don't have an aching, throbbing hardon, and after a minute you turn to go downstairs as well... then blush and quickly strip out of the stretched (and slightly damp in one spot) pajama pants. You do take a moment to just look at your now immense prick in the mirror... it's thick and long and sways heavily with your movements, looking all the larger for hanging off your relatively scrawny body. (Actually, you notice you're not quite as scrawny as before. Lifting up the front of your shirt, you notice that your chest has very defined muscles now, including a light but identifiable six-pack.)\n\nPulling on your sweatpants, which at least make your enlarged dick less obvious, you head downstairs. Your mother is just sliding some pancakes onto a plate sitting next to a massive pile of bacon, eggs, sausage, and what looks like a T-bone steak? She grins a little sheepishly again. "I'd gone a little overboard, I guess in the back of my mind I thought this was a possibility. You're probably famished, right?"\n\nYou suddenly realize that you are, the shock having worn off enough for the feeling of your empty stomach to settle in. You sit down and start tearing through the breakfast with far more vigor than usual, while your mother just calmly makes more pancakes. Finally, though, you sit back and stare at her. "Okay, so... what's going on?"\n\n"Oh dear, well. You see, Jamie," she begins, and as she speaks her body... changes. A pair of horns sprout from just in front of her ears, curling over them and curving back to point forward, while her own eyes turn bright, glowing purple. Her breasts also expand, pushing out her t-shirt and lifting it along her midriff until it's stretched over them, going from the large D-cups they were to what's quite probably a G or GG, her hips and rear expanding much more slightly in the tight confines of her pants. There's also a flicking motion as a long, thin, spade-tipped pink tail appears behind her, curling back and forth through the air. "Our family actually has some demon blood in it. An incubus to be precise. I never told you because sometimes it skips a generation... it skipped your brother so I was a bit hopeful that it would pass you by too, so then all I'd have to worry about is looking out for it in the grandchildren, or great-grandchildren."\n\nYou stare with your jaw slack, not just at the revelations, but at your mother's altered appearance... which is causing your cock to stir a bit again. Swallowing and focusing on it to force it to be limp again, you stammer out, "But... this... you-"\n\n"I understand you must have a lot of questions. I'll try to answer all of them as well as I can," your mother says with a sigh, closing her eyes.\n\n<hr>\n(These are not branch options. Only the bottom selection moves the story ahead, the others will let you come back to this screen.)\n\n[[How are we descended from a demon?!|QOFam1x2a]]\n\n[[What does this mean for me?!|QOFam1x2b]]\n\n[[Wait does that mean we're evil or take souls?!|QOFam1x2c]]\n\n[[Does Dad know?!|QOFam1x2d]]\n\n[[Guess that's all I can think of.|QOFam1x3]]

You tap the selection to alter Tifa's strength, noting that on a scale of 1-99 she's a 78... huh, you kind of thought it would be higher than that. But then, if it was, you probably wouldn't be able to change it all that much, huh? The debug menu has also thoughtfully provided several presets for you to select from.\n\n<hr>\n[[Set to 99 ("Amazon").|FF7X]]\n\n[[Set to 20 ("Can't fight back").|FF7X]]\n\n[[Set to 1 ("Can't move").|FF7X]]

Your father never told you a lot of details about his lab facility, but enough that you know it has the equipment and staff to keep you in science for years even if you never spent another cent on it... and it's made him plenty of money for you to spend on upgrading if you ever need to. The idea of being your own boss and pursuing your own projects at your own pace and in your own directions sounds immensely appealing, you decide.\n\nAs you're making arrangements to have your things packed up and transported to the facility's living quarters, your phone rings. A glance at the caller ID shows that it's the Thunderstrike talent scout... apparently they're quite eager to know your decision.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be polite.|IPLA1x1]]\n\n[[Be rude.|IPLB1x1]]

Oddly, the thought of continuing to go naked doesn't actually bother you. In fact the moment you realize it's an option, you feel oddly drawn to it. "Well, I've already delayed us this long, why don't I take the bracers since it would be faster," you answer breezily, smiling as if nothing about the issue bothered you... since you're finding it doesn't.\n\n"R-right, okay, here." Misty squirms a little as she takes the leather bracers with twining bits of metal on the back out of her bag and proffers them.\n\nYou accept the items and slip them on, finding them fairly easy to tug taut, where they fit against your forearms like they were made for you. You can just faintly feel something around you, almost like a faint static charge in the air but not quite so strong. You notice as you shift back and forth a little that your boobs don't wobble and sway quite so much... they do still jiggle, but not the heavy motions of before that might have gotten faintly uncomfortable as you went along. "Ah, yeah, this is great, Misty, thanks."\n\n"You're w-welcome," she replies with just a bit of a squeak, still blushing as she scrambles back atop her horse.\n\nSoon the five of you have set off again, chatting amiably as you get to know each other, though you notice that most of them have wandering eyes, in most cases you think just because they're not used to someone so blatantly naked in their midst. Misty is a crafter and artificer, highly skilled with making enchanted items and even machines, but isn't very combat-capable or outgoing all on her own, so to find the materials, spells, and gain the experience necessary to broaden her craft, she put together the group. Nissa is apparently actually a princess, exiled from her kingdom by her twin sister to avoid any question of who had the right of succession. Rern is apparently a former pit fighter, reputed to have orc lineage, which you note she doesn't seem particularly interested in denying. And Omna is a mage who's studying every aspect of magic she can get her hands on rather than just a single craft, which apparently makes her something of an oddball amongst other magic users.\n\nYou listen to their stories, engaging them and drawing them out, finding it easy enough to both listen and respond and urge them to tell you more. You can tell they're quickly becoming more comfortable with you... and as they do, their eyes start to roam a bit more, you notice. Nissa's mostly seem drawn to your tits, pretty sapphire eyes wandering to them occasionally, and once you're fairly certain you spot a deft flick of a soft pink tongue over her soft lips. Rern meanwhile lets her dark eyes wander to your hindquarters more often than not, that nearly-a-leer dancing around her mouth when she catches sight of your heavy, swaying balls and thick sheath. Omna seems to be more curious in general, eyes roaming over you as if eager to know more but not sure how to ask. Misty just sneaks peeks everywhere every so often, usually blushing after she does, stammering a little bit when speaking soon after having 'almost' been caught looking at your bare body.\n\nYou also start to get a feel for their steeds, which is probably natural since you're half horse yourself. Misty's chestnut mare seems good-natured but a little skittish... rather like her, though you notice the mare calms down the longer you're around. As does Nissa's obviously thoroughbred white mare, who at first seems quite haughty and a little ill-tempered, even nipping at you a few times when you sidle closer to speak with the elf, though after a few hours it seems to be making a show of tolerating you even as it sometimes sidles a little closer to you as well. Rern's big black and white stallion mostly seems disinterested in you entirely at first, though again as time goes on you notice it giving its head light tosses when you come near, as if in greeting. The reindeer that Omna's riding mostly seems a proud, above-it-all sort, who doesn't pay you much attention from start to finish, but oh well, it's obviously the odd one out in more ways than one.\n\nYou yourself feel more comfortable with yourself and your nudity the longer you're walking around. After all, you look amazing... here you are with huge glorious tits any woman would envy, and what's obviously a massive cock any man would envy. You got the lion's share on this little otherworld adventure, you'd have to say, and as you get used to the thought you're more and more looking forward to all the lewd potential ahead of you.\n\n"We should probably make camp," Rern eventually grunts, pointing off to the side. "Sounds like some water over there."\n\nThe group diverts from the road to make its way through the trees, finding what's obviously been used as a campsite several times before to judge by the ring of stones with some burnt leavings in the middle of them. The others dismount and tie up the animals, with Misty pulling out what looks like some sort of camp stove and setting it up over the ring of stones, starting to cook.\n\n"So we should get to Edgefall in a few more days," Nissa observes as she settles down on log that looks like a few previous visitors have done their best to shape into a bench. "It's supposed to be quite a beautiful place, I'm looking forward to seeing it for the first time."\n\n"They have quite a library there too, hopefully it won't cost me too much to spend some time there," Omna adds with a smile, mismatched eyes glittering. (Hm, are they different colors than they were earlier.)\n\n"And gambling dens," Rern grunts.\n\n"There are lots of shops and things too," Misty says happily as she adds some sliced meat to the pan. "What about you, Cyan, what are you looking forward to?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Tonight's fun with the party.|GGSMCent]]\n\n[[Tonight's fun with the steeds.|GGSMCent]]\n\n[[Hiring some fun at Edgefall.|GGSMCent]]\n\n[[Gearing up to dominate the adventure.|GGSMCent]]

Deciding to take a look at the trio, you head on over. From the denim shorts, colorful shirts, and the characters they're obviously referencing, you expect them to be "sized up" child-type characters so that actual adults can wear the suits... personally, you always found that look a little extra-creepy, especially when they were standing next to identically-sized adult characters. But as you get closer, you realize that they're apparently meant to be the size they are, maybe young adults... lean, muscular young adults, and you find yourself actually staring a bit at the well-defined chests and abs shown off by those very tight t-shirts. The parts of their bodies showing make it clear that they're apparently wearing some sort of, well, horse-hide bodysuit or something that fits them like a glove. The only part of them that's standard to the usual big goofy mascot look is those heads.\n\n"Oh, hey, welcome to Worldland," the one in the red shirt says, his voice sounding muffled through the mesh of the foam head. "I'm Donny."\n\n"Yeah, nice to see ya," the one in the green shirt adds. "Ronny here."\n\n"You're really cute," the third, in the blue shirt, adds in a charming tone. "I'm Jonny."\n\n"Uh, thanks." You actually find yourself blushing some at that. You might not have until you saw those muscles, but dang, someone built like that (or at least appearing to be) complimenting your appearance, well, it has its effect. "I'm Sam." \n\n"Well, Sam, we'd like to stand around and chat, but we were actually just about to go on break," Donny says, thumbing towards an alleyway.\n\n"Actually, come with us," Ronny adds, holding a hand out towards you as if to ask for one of your own.\n\n"Yeah, totally, definitely come with us," Jonny says assertively. "It's a pretty long break, so we're gonna hang out and have some fun, you'd definitely add to the fun."\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds fun!|DRJ1x1]]\n\n[[Uh, no thanks.|DRJplaceholder]]

Working for a tech development company would probably look kinda decent on a resume, right? Moreso than a job at the Ultramart or whatever. You click on the link and fill in the stylish and yet still somehow antiquated application form.\n\nYou soon hear back and are invited to attend an interview and training class. The interview mostly consists of a rather dull guy in grey pants and a grey button-up shirt saying that you passed your background check and asking you if you have any connections to other companies or several activist groups, and you saying no. He then proceeds immediately to the training course, which is mostly showing you screens of numbers and readouts and saying "This is okay. This is still okay. This is not okay." and going through a list of times that you need to call the actual security office. At the end of it he gives you a test, which you fill out while trying not to feel anxious over... it doesn't help that he either stares at the wall or at you. Once you hand back the test, he looks it over, grunts, and nods. "Yeah, okay. Welcome to Monofilament. Let's do your employee paperwork and all. Your first shift is tonight. You'll have the eleven-to-five shift... even anyone who's working late should have gone home by then, so the network usage should be pretty static. Just remember that if it does any jumps out of acceptable levels, or if you get any weird calls, call it in to security."\n\nYou nod along, caught between worried and excited. Your first job! You hope you don't screw it up. Your mother does wind up fretting about you working nights, but you assure her it's only until school starts back, and then maybe in the summer. You show up a fair bit early for your shift, and the same guy, even more sleepy-eyed than before, reminds you that you're not allowed to take in your cellphone, tablet, portable games, or Furby. (Who still has a Furby?) He then leaves you to get changed into your own grey slacks and button-up shirt with 'MF' embroidered on the pocket. The monitoring room is a fairly straight shot from the dressing room so you're not liable to get lost. Boy, they kind of went all-out on it, didn't they? There's a slightly curved array of borderless flatscreen monitors veritably looming over the long white rectangle of a desk, which has several built-in keyboards. Tech companies just naturally tend towards being a little Extra, huh? Especially since practically all the monitors are showing the exact same network usage statistics.\n\nYou very quickly realize there's not much to do... it seems like it would be in bad taste to try and bring up a game or something on one of the screens since you're supposed to be keeping the network secure, not open it up so you can download stuff. Eventually you notice that there's a shelf with some folders that are labeled things like 'Network Security Standards'. Oh well, better than nothing. You take one down and start reading through it, making sure to glance up repeatedly at the monitors rather than getting too absorbed. Not that it's exactly gripping reading... it's very dry and very technical, but you find yourself able to understand it pretty well, and soon you have a decent understanding of what all the little numbers and graphs on the monitoring statistics actually mean.\n\nIt's about one in the morning and you're partway through your second binder when the phone (also built into the desktop) rings. You jump a little, then stare over at it. Is that supposed to happen? Actually it looks like an outside line calling in. You're pretty sure the guy who 'trained' you said that no one at the company was ever supposed to call this room from outside the building, but there it is, ringing and blinking away.\n\n<hr>\n[[Answer it.|QONM1x1]]\n\n[[Ignore it.|QONM]]

Feeling a little too rushed to put stock into something as ridiculous as 'Space Wolves', you instead focus on putting as much speed and effort into getting to the ship as you can. Zipping up the ramp, you give a call of "Get us the hell out of here!" to the disembodied voice as you scramble through the apparent loading area.\n\n"Retreating to safe distance and awaiting hyperspace jump destination," the voice replies evenly, the ramp raising behind you and a low hum suffusing the hull of the ship around you and beneath your feet. You let out a sigh of relief, then stroll forward, heading past various other doors and ahead to what must be the bridge area, the centerpiece of it being a single chair ringed somewhat distantly by consoles. Either someone designed this poorly or figured most of the actual flying would be left up to the computer. You look out the forward windows as the planet pulls away, and the stars swing around to take up the entirety of the view. You breathe a sigh of relief. Safe.\n\nThe thought's barely passed through your mind when there's a flash of movement from ahead, brushing past you so closely that you stagger off-blance, yelping in surprise. Your tits jiggle and bounce free and bare, the thin material covering them having been ripped away in a flash. You've just barely processed you're being attacked when you're slammed into hard from behind, barely able to catch yourself on your hands as your knees slam to the deck, the heavy weight of something black and shaggy pinning you in place as forelegs wrap tightly around your middle. You reflexively struggle, pushing back against the beast and unable to shift it because of its weight on you, trying to shake out from under it but not accomplishing much more than making your bare tits jiggle.\n\nYou feel something poking at you from behind, your eyes widening with realization just before the pointy tip of its large cock spears forward, tearing through the material of your suit and plunging deep into your pussy. The Space Wolf begins pounding its hips hard and fast, driving you forward with every thrust and yet holding you in place with its forelegs, resulting in little movement other than making your breasts wobble and jiggle constantly. There's nothing you can do as the canine alien rapes you, gradually stimulating your pussy and forcing you to feel pleasure from its inhuman cock plunging into you. Your ears are filled with the sound of its panting and animal grunting, even feeling its tongue flick out and lick your ear.\n\nYou hang your head forward, groaning as the wolf's fucking you just seems to go on forever, though eventually you feel the thumps of something wider and thicker pressing against your pussylips where they're bared by the tear in your suit. The Space Wolf raises its head and gives a few short barks, even as its forelegs tighten around your middle, nails scratching long rips in the belly of your suit.\n\n"Understood. Setting course for the Space Wolf homeworld," the calm female voice replies.\n\nAs the stars outside the window stretch and bend, curling into a flickering tunnel of light, the Space Wolf on your back howls in triumph, shoving his knot into your pussy and starting to spill his load into you as your eyes roll up in your head and your body trembles.\n\nGuess it doesn't pay to ignore good advice.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|GGMS1xEnd]]

"I'm... Kovam," you repeat slowly.\n\n"Ah, yes," Koliel says as she stands up and steps back. "Fortunately, Reincarnation even brought you back as a human. You do look different, but if that bothers you, we can fix it in Purnaster, assuming we have the money..."\n\nYou look down at yourself. You're a big, brawny male human with a hairy chest and even hairier crotch, with big balls and a fat cock. And muscles! So many muscles! Hm, yup, this all seems to track with what you know of this 'Kovam' guy, you think as you rise to your feet, powerful muscles flexing as you give a grunt. "Looks are unimportant. <i>Honor</i> and <i>destiny</i> matter to Kovam!" you declare, thumping a fist against your chest.\n\n"Um... yes, that's right," Koliel answers, frowning a little for some reason as she looks you up and down. "Are... you alright, Kovam? I think you might still be a little confused because of the Reincarnation."\n\n"Confusion is for lesser men," you rumble proudly, jutting out your chest. "Men who are not meant to slay a Great Wyrm with naught but the axe in their hands and the strength of their girthy sinews. Men who are not Kovam, who is destined to rule a vast kingdom of honor and hot bitches."\n\n"... Yyyyyes, well, unfortunately the Great Wyrm has currently 'slain' all of our equipment and in all likelihood our horses," Koliel says after a slow blink. "And I can only bring back one of the others each day, so it will be another half a week before everyone's back with us. Now, I'll leave my things here with you, if you don't mind, and go apply some balm at the stream."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hrm, yes, companions are important to Kovam.|GGMonk13x2]]\n\n[[Forget companions, Kovam is all about getting his dick wet!|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Kovam will respect the lady, and allow her to sooth her heated skin before getting his dick wet.|GGMonk]]

Ah, yeah, isn't this actually the perfect opportunity for something you've been thinking about anyway? Grinning, you finish up the calculus problem and accept Ms. Lancer's cool, rather hollow-sounding acknowledgement of getting it correct, and return to your desk.\n\nYour father taught you several ways he'd come up with of doing time manipulation, but all of them were huge Imaginarium hogs... he could basically only manage a handful of time blips before depleting the supply even in one of the arm bracers. After considering, you realized that's probably because he was just 'brute forcing' the time shifts or stops... the methods he imagined were too direct, blunt, and based in known theory rather than working off of the wild speculation and even sheer bullshit that Imaginarium is capable of making real. And so you spent some of your spare time outside of training coming up with a long, extensive explanation for time distortion that could probably fill an entire chapter of a novel all on its own. It was a little tedious in some ways, but if you're right about it, the Imaginarium use would be almost nothing, meaning you could do it handily even with the small amount in the watch.\n\nYou spend a few moments subtly working the controls, before activating your new power. At first nothing happens... just the watch shifting its display to show an indicator of the Imaginarium reserve. That's right, you haven't actually activated the power yet. So you concentrate, and try to stop time.\n\nThe most shocking thing is how abruptly silent everything becomes. You weren't quite aware of how much background noise people just breathing, moving, and existing caused until suddenly everyone's statue still. But of course there's also no wind outside, no drone of the climate control, no cars driving past outside... or rather all of those things are still there, but frozen in time. You glance at the reserve indicator... 99.8% and holding steady. You were right! It only takes a small amount, and only when you initiate the altered time flow or end it! This is perfect! You get up and move around, finding you have no difficulty with shifting items on desks, and of course you check to make sure no one can see you a few times by waving your hand in front of their still, frozen faces. \n\nYup, this is the ideal type of time stoppage... you've got a frozen world that you can manipulate at will (well, as much as you can normally... you're not sure what would happen if you tried to switch powers in the midst of using this one and you probably don't want to find out). Now, what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Maybe teach Ms. Lancer some humility.|RunFF9x2]]\n\n[[Take a look around other parts of the school.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Just take a break.|RunFF]]

Admittedly it's not like you've had more than half an hour to get to know her, but the teacher hasn't exactly formed a positive impression on you. Maybe the prideful lady needs to be taken down a few pegs, hm? And you know the obvious way to do it, you think with a smirk as you step up to her.\n\nFirst you find the clasp and zipper of her skirt and undo them, taking a moment to make a bet with yourself... plain or naughty? Once you slide the skirt down your legs, you find it's somewhere in the middle... a white thong beneath the dark pantyhose. 'Very nice, teach,' you think smugly, giving one of her hose-clad asscheeks a squeeze. It's round, and yielding, and despite the time freeze pops back into shape once you remove your hand... well, that's good, leaving phantom handprints all over her for the rest of the time things are frozen would be a little weird. You find it's relatively easy to manipulate her body, raising her feet one at a time to slip the skirt out and removing her shoes while you're at it. The teacher stares ahead, mouth open in mid-word and completely unreactive as you hook your fingers into the hose and her panties, pulling both down at once... oho, she shaves! Yes, this one's definitely enjoying playing up the Hot Teacher look despite being so cold and almost hostile to her students.\n\nYou continue to move her body around as you get her jacket off... it's sort of a power trip on its own, the fact that you're able to treat your teacher like a giant action figure. (With the added benefit of this one still balancing itself, so you don't have to worry about her falling over.) The jacket dispensed with, you unbutton the front of her blouse, grinning in excitement. The bra you reveal is, as expected, fairly plain white, its only real daring quality that it's scooped fairly low in front, giving a very faint glimpse of both her pink areola. The bra is the next thing to go, her breasts dropping and wobbling for a brief instant as they're freed from the bra's support, before they too go as still and motionless as everything else. \n\nYou take a few steps back, just admiring the view of your busty, blonde, severe-faced teacher now wearing nothing but her little librarian-style spectacles. Restarting time now would certainly embarrass her thoroughly, so mission accomplished (besides the enjoyable view and one quick squeeze). Is it enough...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, finish up and restart time.|RunFF]]\n\n[[You can add a liiiittle extra, you think!|RunFF]]\n\n[[Of course you're gonna fuck her.|RunFF9x3]]

C'mon... like you're actually gonna pass up this opportunity? After all the incidental feeling her up you did while stripping her, and the sight of that lascivous body with its stern, cold expression frozen in place? Yeah, no, your (very stiff) cock would never forgive you.\n\nIt takes a bit more maneuvering to get her down on all fours, though you get plenty more chances to rub against her as you do, stroking her sides and lightly grinding your still-covered prick against her bare ass. Once you've got her in position on hands and knees, her big round butt jutted up slightly, you slowly undress as well, taking some time to revel in the thrill of getting naked in the middle of class, your frozen classmates completely unaware all around you. You settle down behind your unresponsive teacher, shuffling your knees closer and rubbing your bare prick against her ass, watching it indent. Then you line up with her bare-shaven pussy, finding the entrance and thrusting in. You let out a soft moan at the feeling... so smooth and soft! You grip her hips and pump away at her, your soft panting and the <i>thp</i> of your hips against her round butt the only sound in the room.\n\nYou don't take long before you spill inside her... she just feels too good, for your first time fucking another person. You grind your hips against her, panting a bit more, then pull out slowly, taking a look down at your still stiff and jutting cock, now smeared and dripping with your own cum, as more thick white goo dribbles out of the unresponsive blonde's cunt. You give yourself a few strokes... hm... while normally you do have plenty of energy, there's not even the slightest bit of flagging that you can feel, you're still just as hard as you were the moment you came. Pushing back into Ms. Lancer's now gloriously slimey pussy, you start thrusting away again, feeling yourself gradually 'reset' and start to build to another orgasm. Oho, so the frozen time state must work on you too, at least to some extent... no refractory period! Smirking, you pull out of the teacher's pussy and lift yourself up a bit, realigning the tip of your prick with her bare pucker, then pushing in. You're going to enjoy yourself with this!\n\nYou don't keep particular track of how many times you fuck and cum in Ms. Lancer's holes... probably at least a dozen, all put together? Though you don't get tired or need to rest, you do occasionally take breaks, mostly to fondle her tits, stroke over her now thoroughly messy holes and tease them with your fingertips, rub her clit, and general enjoy yourself toying with her body. Still, after awhile you figure it's probably enough... both her pussy and asshole are cum-smeared messes, and you've left at least one load all over her dangling tits as well. You take a few pictures of your handiwork with your phone and lock them behind some of the upgraded security provided due to being part of a superfamily, then redress.\n\n... Hm. Now, the main question, whether to just sit down and restart time, or whether to put Ms. Lancer's clothes back on her and put her back in her original position first. You're not entirely sure what will happen either way... whether she'll be oblivious to what happened or something else... so you're curious to see what happens either way.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave her as-is.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Put her back in position.|RunFF]]

"GYA!" \n\nUnbalanced by the suddenness and strangeness of that, you try to spin around to face your presumed attacker, but wind up overbalancing and falling on your practically bare ass, yelping a bit and then reaching back to rub it with one hand. "Itaaaai..."\n\n"... Does that usually happen?" a fairly calm, even voice inquires.\n\n"Dude, that <i>never</i> fuckin' happens!" another boy's voice snaps at him.\n\nYou open your eyes, looking up at the group assembled before you, and blink a few times. You feel like you're fairly used to colorful characters, but this lot definitely takes the cake. The one in the lead, who's holding your mask and looking at it curiously, is dressed all in black, with a long coat with oversized, dramatically-flared collar and a perfectly-arranged hanky tucked into a breast pocket. Flanking him are a tall, slender blue-haired boy in clothes that wouldn't look out of place... somewhere that you think you come from... and a semi-traditional Japanese kitsune festival mask. On the other side is a boy that looks a bit like some sort of biker thug, complete with metal skull mask perched on his face beneath his shaggy blonde hair. A bit behind them is a girl in an extremely form-fitting set of motorcycle leathers, and a riveted metal mask covering the upper half of her face.\n\n"Hey. Hey." The blonde steps forward and prods at you with the bat he's holding, which you're still a bit too stunned to protest. "Turn into black goo and then a monster, already."\n\n"Skull, just where are you poking her?" the girl in back asks with a flat look.\n\n"... Eh?" 'Skull' looks down to where the end of his bat is lightly indenting one of your breasts, then yelps and leaps back, hands raised. "I didn't mean it! Accidental! Seriously, I'm not that sort of guy!"\n\n"You're a different sort of guy, an idiot," the girl declares, punching him in the back of the head and knocking him forward.\n\n"Who are you?" the one in the lead asks curiously, stepping forward and squatting down in front of you to bring himself closer to your level.\n\n"I..." You trail off, frowning, putting the fingertips of one hand to your cheek. "I don't... know. I can't... seem to remember."\n\n"Guys, there's a safe room nearby!" an energetic voice declares from seemingly nowhere. "Bring her here so I can have a look!"\n\n"Don't be afraid," the black-clad boy says, offering one gloved hand. "We're not going to hurt you. Come with us."\n\n"... Okay," you answer, laying your hand in his, since you're not sure what else to do at this point. Realizing you have no real memory of who you are has thrown you off badly enough that you're willing to accept any friendly face at this point, even if it is wearing a mask.\n\nA few moments later you're sitting in a room that strangely seems to keep wavering back and forth between the opulent, mildly lewd furnishings of Queen Maiko's palace and what looks like some sort of storage room for a theme park, to judge by the glimpses of a mascot suit head sitting on some boxes. You're sitting on a plush, comfortable chair that occasionally briefly turns into a metal folding one as a ginger girl wearing a rather froglike headset peers at you, the others gathered around with their masks pushed up to reveal their faces.\n\n"Well, she's not a Shadow," the frog-girl declares. "Obviously, since you could bring her into the safe room. But I think she was in the process of becoming one!"\n\n"Becoming a Shadow?" The blue-haired boy ("Fox") asks with a frown. "Can that happen to these programmed characters?"\n\n"I don't think so, but that's the thing, she... um, sorry, you," the redheaded girl ("Oracle") continues, turning to you and pushing up her headset to reveal large glasses and a youthful face. "You were a real person, right? Before you got zapped into this computer?"\n\n"I..." You frown, struggling. "I think... maybe? I kind of... almost remember... some big ray gun thing... and maybe being in a computer landscape?"\n\nOracle nods, still looking just a bit too cheerful as she turns back to the others. "A lot of the Shadows we've seen were probably drawn into this Palace the normal way, but the virtual masks also seem programmed to gradually turn anything with a spark of humanity into a Shadow. And yes it's possible!" she declares, pointing at Fox before he can speak again. "A human without a body is just a bunch of thoughts, impressions, and memories... that's basically what a Shadow is already. The only difference is that a human without form still keeps their sense of individual identity, instead of becoming just another representative of the collective consciousness, like the 'standard' Shadow types we see. But strip away that identity..."\n\n"And the human becomes a Shadow, loyal to the Palace they're already in," the other girl ("Queen") picks up, shaking her head. "That's awful. I'm so sorry this has happened to you," she continues, addressing you directly.\n\n"I... I'm still kind of struggling to understand all this," you admit, hanging your head. "So you're saying I was someone else, out in the real world... which this isn't?... and then I got pulled into a computer..."\n\n"And your identity was overlaid with a programmed one in the simulation," Oracle picks up. "Which already weakened your identity, and that mask was weakening it more. Once it had completely wiped out all sense of self, both original and virtual, you'd have become nothing but a roaming form of thoughts and half-memories that we call a Shadow... probably a Succubus," she adds in a mutter, eyes flicking down to your chest.\n\n"People whose desires become twisted and perverted to the point of obsession develop a sort of mental construct deep in their subconscious minds called a Palace," Queen picks up. "And using a phone app we stumbled across, we can go into a Palace, steal the original obsession the Palace formed around, their Treasure, and cause that Palace to collapse, wiping out their obsession and making them realize the error of their ways."\n\n"So that's what you were here for? To steal Que-... Maiko's Treasure, and make her see the error of her ways? What for?"\n\n"Maiko's one of the top people in charge of that 'Digitizer' thing," Oracle cuts in. "We're hoping if we change her heart, she'll see the error of her ways, let everyone trapped in the virtual world out, and maybe even destroy the Digitizer! Just..." She slumps a little. "There's a few problems with that."\n\n"The first is that Maiko has somehow Digitized her own Palace," Makoto explains further. "She's deliberately stabilized it, and can even enter it and interact with her own Shadow, her inner self. We've... never seen anything like that before, we're not entirely sure whether stealing her Treasure will even cause the Palace to collapse like usual or not."\n\n"The second is that Maiko has kidnapped a member of our group, and we need to find her before anything else," Fox picks up. "Else we're not sure what would happen when we do collapse the Palace."\n\n"Thaaaat <i>bitch</i>!" Skull snarls, slamming a fist into his palm. "If she's done anything to Ann, I'll-!"\n\nThe leader... Joker... waves him to silence, which he settles into sullenly, before speaking himself. "We need to look for clues to our friend, Panther's, location in this virtual world. It's possible that at the same time, we could also find clues about your identity too. We could-"\n\nThe door suddenly swings open, a small black and white form bounding in and bumping it closed behind itself. "Hey guys!" the short, upright creature calls, striking a pose with its (hands? paws?) on its hips and oblong head raised, showing off the yellow bandanna around its neck. "I'm back from my scouting mission and MEOWLY CRAP!" it squeals, flinging said paws out to the sides. "They're huge! Moo-eow?!?!"\n\nYou stare with wide eyes, pointing at the odd little creature. "Wha... what is this?"\n\n"Huh? Oh that's Mona, he's our ca-" Skull starts to say, only for Mona to leap up and punch him in the back of the head, staggering him.\n\n"I'm Mona, senior Phantom Thief and Palace explorer, and <i>don't call me a cat</i>!" Mona declares, adding a distinctly feline hiss.\n\n"You wanna go, bitch?!" Skull shouts, lifting his bat.\n\n"Let's go, double-bitch!" Mona shouts back, suddenly brandishing a pirate cutlass.\n\n"Ahem." At Queen's pointed throat-clearing, both quickly settle down, looking contrite.\n\nJoker shakes his head with a rueful smile, then looks at you. "We could use all the help we can get. As you might be able to tell. But we won't force you to come with us. One of our members has been staying outside in the real world to keep watch... you can stay with her instead, if you want. Or you can come with us and help look through the Palace for clues."\n\n<hr>\n[[You want to leave, at least for now.|Homura]]\n\n[[You'll help, because Joker seems kind and a good leader.|Homura]]\n\n[[You'll help, because Fox seems coolheaded and competent.|Homura]]\n\n[[You'll help, because Queen seems powerful and commanding.|Homura]]\n\n[[You'll help, because Futaba seems to know what's what.|Homura]]\n\n[[You'll help, because it's important to find Panther.|Homura]]\n\n[[You'll help, because YOU WANNA CUDDLE MONA!|Homura]]

"Yeah, okay, deal, I guess," you agree after a few moments' thought. "I'll give you the dumb hairpin if you'll get rid of my curse."\n\n"Good, good!" Happosai chirps. "You can set off to search in the morning!" His big lantern-like eyes glint. "Feel free to strip down and take a sexy, sexy bath in the stream before you turn in tonight!"\n\n"Pass," you reply flatly.\n\nEventually you turn in to sleep (after thoroughly tying up Happosai in his own bedroll), belly full of chicken and head full of thoughts of getting rid of your curse. Waking up in the morning, you're so excited that you set off before you remember that Happosai hasn't told you where to go... oh, and that you also left him tied up. After grousing for awhile, Happosai eventually points. "That way! Go that way! Be on the lookout for temple steps, shining lights, old stone shrines, things like that!"\n\n"Fine, fine, geez," you grumble, heading off in the opposite direction from where you'd originally started out. You're soon surrounded by old growth trees and fairly thick undergrowth, tiny bits of sunlight filtering in through holes in the canopy and spreading like miniature spotlights. It's very pretty, but you've got other things on your mind. You look around for anything that seems like it might lead to some... secret temple, or hidden shrine, but you're not spotting anything, and starting to get steadily more aggravated as time goes on.\n\nThen you go and stub your toe on something. You yelp and hop a few times, then growl and bend down, rummaging through the undergrowth for whatever you accidentally kicked. When you first pull it up, your heart leaps... a leaf! And then even more annoyance sets in as you realize this can't possibly be the leaf hairpin Happosai is looking for. It's too big, for one thing... a bit bigger than one of your girl-form's hands. For another, it's some sort of glazed stone... fired clay, you think, glossy green on top and left grey underneath. No pin or anything for attaching it, either. What a tease!\n\n<hr>\n[[Drop it.|FRanX11x1]]\n\n[[Smash it.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Take it.|FRanX4x2]]

Okay, as hard as it is to admit, you need a man. ... Actually maybe it's not that hard, you did spend all of yesterday getting fucked by two of them and enjoying it immensely. But you need one for more than that! You're going to need one to, y'know... give you money. And whatever else it is that fathers that aren't your shitty one do. (You assume he is also a shitty husband. You have never been given any indication otherwise.)\n\nSo you need one. Whether you trap them, trick them, pressure them, whatever, you need one. The question is, which one? Okay, you've got two top-of-the-list choices since you've only really got those two options for who the kid's actual father is, but that doesn't make them ideal husband material. Slightly more honest material, but not ideal. You may still have to deal with angry martial artists after all, and a baby daddy who gets punched into a fine slurry on day one isn't much use. Still, they're the most obvious pick.\n\nThink, think, think, who to go to?\n\n<hr>\n[[Hiroshi.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Daisuke.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Both.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Ryoga.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Kuno.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Soun.|FRanX24x1]]\n\n[[Doctor Tofu.|FRanX22x8]]

You sigh a bit as you remember that you did make a deal with Happosai. The old man's wrath aside, you do generally prefer to honor your deals when possible. (Usually. Often. Sometimes.) Besides, if it does anything weird to the person who puts it on, you'd rather the weird happened to him instead of you.\n\nTucking the hairpin in your pocket, you head back towards Happosai's camp. He's already there when you arrive, and immediately leaps up to his little feet as you enter the clearing. "So, did you find it, my boy?! Did you find the hairpin?!"\n\nHim calling you 'my boy' while staring at your boobs aside, you reach into your pocket and pull out the hairpin, holding it up in answer. Happosai claps his hands together and rubs them vigorously. "Excellent! Excellent work! Hand it over and I'll put it to use immediately!"\n\nYou hesitate just a moment. You've decided to give it to him... but you do find him intensely annoying, after all. It's obvious how bad he wants it... you could always humiliate him a bit and make him grovel before you hand it over.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hand over the pin.|FRanX4x4]]\n\n[[Make him beg.|FRanX5x1]]

Hm. Actually, a ceramic leaf seems a little too coincidental a thing to be out here, now that you think about it. Maybe it will come in handy. You tuck it into the waistband of your pants, then resume your search.\n\nIt takes another half hour or so before you finally find the temple. Strangely enough, it wasn't there the first time you looked... just a pair of trees with nothing but more forest behind them. But as you take a second glance, some sunlight has broken through the canopy of leaves and poured down between the trees, and you now see a set of temple steps leading up a rather tall hill. That's... pretty funky, you've gotta admit. Deciding to hurry before a cloud passes in front of the sun again or something, you zip forward and race up the steps.\n\nAt the top of the steps is a relatively small stone slab, maybe twenty feet on a side, and towards the back of it is a shrine set around a Tanuki statue about your own height. It has the typical hat, big drumlike belly, and massive balls, but this one also has a mighty shaft to go along with its balls, jutting up in the air and almost going higher than its own head. Geez, must've been a pervy sculptor. Still, this has to be what you're looking for. You examine it for a few moments, but see no sign of anything leaf-shaped at all. Then you notice that the statue's straw hat has a slot in it... aha!\n\nPulling the leaf out of your waistband, you slip the rounded end into the slot. A perfect fit! You step back, and there's a faint hum and a glow from the lower part of the statue. The same character appears on each of the statue's massive stone balls: 'Rub'. Seriously? Blushing and grimacing, you take a quick look around to make sure no one's walked up and is likely to see you do this. The things you do to reclaim your manhood! Sighing, you settle onto your knees and reach forward, starting to run your hands around on the massive carved sack of the tanuki statue. Whoever made this thing put a lot of detail into it... there's lots of little folds and wrinkles, and despite the firm, unyielding stone feel of it, it's distinctly like running your hands over the real thing. They're even warm! Though you're not sure if that's from the sunlight or whatever magic is at work here.\n\nAfter a few minutes, when you're just starting to feel <i>really</i> stupid and about to give up, there's a popping noise and a flick of motion. Your hand moves almost automatically, snatching the object as it flies from the tip of the tanuki statue's stone cock. Looking at it... yup, it's a hairpin, a leaf made of silver and emeralds. Vowing never to tell anyone, <i>especially</i> Happosai, how you obtained this thing, you stand up and head back down the steps.\n\nAt the bottom, you pause. Wait a second... you've got the magic item now! What do you need Happosai for? Sure, he said that only he could use it properly, but he could have just as easily been lying. Besides, he'll surely use it for highly perverted mischief. Wouldn't it be better to try and use it for yourself...? Or at the least, maybe sell it to the weird old antiquities shop guy, maybe he'd trade you something more useful.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use it.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Trade it.|FRanX9x1]]\n\n[[Give it to Happosai.|FRanX4x3]]

Yes, let us not go to either of those restaurants. They are silly places.\n\nTurning around, you meander off down the street, with no particular destination in mind, other than the vague thought of using your cuteness to eventually score some food. Being a girl definitely isn't all bad, you muse, by now largely tuning out the various stares and leers you get. Now, let's see, what to do? As you walk along, you spot various things that could hold your attention, if not necessarily your interest.\n\nYou spot a couple of [[friends|FRanX22x3]] of yours... you could always go see if they're available to hang out. You spot some [[punks|FRanX23x1]] loitering around near an alleyway, causing everyone that passes by to look nervous... it's been awhile since you've seen that type around, but sometimes people get happy and reward you if you clear them out. You can also see several [[clusters of cute girls|FRanX]] around... you might be able to blend in with some of them and mooch off their food wherever they're going. (Being able to turn into a teenage girl, you have learned that teenage girls eat waaaay more than they want you to think they do.)\n\nYou also realize that [[Furinkan High|FRanX]] is nearby... not that it would be open right now, but maybe that means it'd be a nice quiet place to relax for awhile.

"Yeah, fine, here," you say with a sigh, giving the pin a small toss to him. "Just remember, you promised!"\n\n"I know, I know!" Happosai chirps as he catches the pin, then reaches up to slip it onto his little tuft of hair. There's a *POMF* noise and a sudden cloud of smoke, making you cough and wave a hand in front of your face reflexively. As the smoke clears, you can't help but stare at Happosai as he comes back into view. He's actually a little taller, though some of that may be his big round belly. He's got raccoon ears now, and a ringed tail jutting from the back of his pants... pants that are, in the front, stretched over a pair of massive balls. The little old pervert cackles, hauling on the front of his waistband and making the bulge jiggle. "I feel more potent than I did when I was a teenager!"\n\nYou make a face and turn away a little bit. "Oversharing, geez. Just make with the turning me back into a guy already."\n\n"Fine, fine, if that's what you really want," the transformed Happosai says with a sigh. "I will. But think carefully! It will mean saying goodbye to those sweet titties forever! And all the joy they've brought!"\n\nYou start to snap that of course you want to be a guy again... then actually hesitate, lips parted. You don't know about "joy", but your girl form has definitely had its uses over the years. The sheer amount of free stuff you've gotten and the guys you've been able to manipulate just by acting cute and flashing a bit of cleavage has been amazing. You've defeated Happosai himself more than once that way. You find yourself tempted not to change back into a guy at all, but actually enhance your female shape. After all, shapeshifting and illusions are what tanuki do... could Happosai give you even <i>more</i> power to beguile men's minds with your boobs...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Choose maleness.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Choose femaleness.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

"HA! Get rid of me?!" the demon snorts derisively. "As if you could. Demons are practically impossible to destroy completely! You'd never find a good method!" she declares smugly, folding her arms under her enhanced chest and turning her head away pointedly.\n\n... A little too pointedly. You look in the opposite direction she's looking, and spot the book you dropped. Aha. Moving to retrieve it, you smirk a little yourself as the Leslie-demon tries to suppress a wince and doesn't entirely succeed. "Sure you wanna go reading the thing that created me in the first place? You'll get corrupted!" she warns, trying to sound cheerful but obviously starting to get a bit worried.\n\n"I'll manage somehow, I think." Sitting down near one of the lanterns and cranking it up, you start reading through. Obviously a lot of it, especially the spells themselves, are in that weird language, but the rest of it is in something that's mostly just a pretentious style of English. \n\nActually, you kind of wonder if you are getting corrupted, because the more of it you read the easier it is to understand. Or maybe you just have a knack for this, who knows? Either way, you quickly confirm that it is really hard to just outright get rid of a demon. Even if you just banished her to the lower planes where the energy apparently came from, she could come back pretty quickly if she found a path... it would practically be the same thing as turning her loose! Of course, it also says a lot of demons never find paths to Earth... you could always hope that she turns out to be one of those, since the banishment ceremony looks super simple. \n\nAnother method it talks about is dispersing the vast majority of her demonic energy, effectively robbing her of power and form. Unfortunately, this would leave her 'demon core'... a little bundle of tight energy that contains her personality and memories. That can't be dispersed with the rest, and it would immediately latch on to the nearest source of energy. And you're pretty sure that source is you. The demon that took over and devoured Leslie would basically become a 'tag along' in your head for the rest of your life, probably trying to tempt you into falling far enough to depravity that it could start regaining some power and probably taking control of you.\n\nThe third... you reread two disconnected chapters a few times to make sure you've got it right. Apparently, angelic beings are capable of fighting demons and banishing them permanently to dimensions where there's no paths back, so if you can actually get the attention of an angel that's the way to go. This apparently isn't easy (if you trust a book written by demon worshipers anyway). However, there's another, entirely different chapter that talks about the principles of reversing certain aspects of spells. And if you're reading it right... basically you could redo the ritual that you foolishly used on Leslie. But this time, rather than it "sucking in" energy from the lower planes to create a demon, it would draw energy from the higher planes. Except unless you want to try to explain everything to the boys and convince them to go for this (which has its own practical and moral pitfalls), there's only one person you can perform this ritual on... yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[[Gamble on a quick banishing.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Gamble on resisting temptation.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Gamble on becoming an angel.|GGHH]]

Probably best not to leave town entirely. You angle yourself and flail a bit to alter the displacement of air, sending yourself twirling downwards to crash into the street hard enough to make a crater and send a cloud of dust and light debris into the air. ... Ow. Making a face, you push yourself to your feet and press on your back, arching it (and incidentally causing a few nosebleeds for people that had stopped to stare as your tits lift and bounce a bit from your motions) as you try to work out a few of the kinks. Damn violent tomboy, she's going to send you to the chiropractor before you're twenty at this rate.\n\nGiving your head a shake, you realize that you are in fact close to Ucchan's and the Nekohanten. You are, as always, quite hungry, so dropping in on one of them to see if you can score a free meal is an attractive prospect. ... Of course, at some point even you realized that nothing is really free, and your lunch is likely to cause you some other sort of misery. So, you could always just go do something else for a few hours before heading back to the dojo, to give Akane time to cool off.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Ucchan's.|FRanX25x1]]\n\n[[Go to the Nekohanten.|FRanX26x1]]\n\n[[Go away.|FRanX22x2]]

You're a little worried the game will check something against the record of the credit card it has on file, but after typing in the fake age it instead clicks right over to the next screen. Apparently you need to create a new character to play the new content... man, they better not have actually wiped out your old characters or something, that would seriously make you post some angry stuff to the forum. But anyway, it's automatically put you at the character creation screen, so may as well play along until you get a chance to back out and check the character select screen.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's race!</center>\n\nThe noble, glorious, shining golden Blue Team!\n\n[[Human|GGWOW15x1]]\n\n[[Star Elf|GGWOW1x2]]\n\n[[Minikin|GGWOW2x1]]\n\n[[Kabrunisari|GGWOW10x1]]\n\nThose other guys.\n\n[[Orc|GGWOW13x1]]\n\n[[Troll|GGWOW16x1]]\n\n[[Taros|GGWOW20x1]]\n\n[[Midnight Elf|GGWOW11x1]]

Why not. Everyone calls them Mary Sues but maybe you're just in the mood for some glowy shit today. You click on the Star Elf image, then go ahead and click the Female options... you can't take male Star Elves seriously, they're shaped like doritos.\n\nThe image comes up of a pale-skinned woman with long, backswept ears that taper to points, her eyes black-scleraed with long, glowing white hair, wearing a flowing, vaguely translucent robe. Huh, the graphics do look a lot better, you have to admit... actually, she looks a lot like you, you notice, that's a weird coincidence. Anyway, the game's now asking you for your next choice, character class.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's path to glory!</center>\n\n[[Cleric|GGWOW1x3]]\n\n[[Druid|GGWOW8x1]]\n\n[[Amazon|GGWOW9x1]]

His hold on you is just too good, and you can't quite bring yourself to give him a lapdance in the hopes of breaking it. Sighing, you let your body go limp, and slap a hand against the arena floor to indicate your capitulation. The monk quickly climbs off of you and awkwardly offers you his hand, and you roll over and accept, both of you not really looking at each other.\n\n<b>"Defeat, in your first match, and after you chose to make a spectacle of yourself,"</b> the Dark Judge booms, making you scowl even as you wince a little at the truth of it. <b>"If you wish to be a spectacle, so shall you be."</b>\n\nYou start to ask what the hell he means, then find that your hands are in motion. "What? Hey!" you yelp as, completely against your will, your own hands rise to your top, one gripping the collar of your top and the other pulling the tab of the zipper down. You gawk down at yourself as, much to the obvious and audible delight of the audience, you unzip the top and pull it open, baring your perky breasts and stiff dark nipples to all of them. You try your best to force your hands to cover yourself again, or at least stop moving, but there's not even a hint of hesitation as they move to shimmy the top off, making your tits jiggle with the motions of your shoulders as if you were deliberately putting on a show.\n\nNext you step out of the slippers before hooking your thumbs into the waistband of the shorts and peeling them down your legs, bending forward to do so, your tan ass lifted high in the air and not particularly covered by the thong. You can hear the sound and see the flashes of cameras going off even as you're bent over and stepping out of the shorts, and then, even worse, you're forced to lift one hand high and put the other behind your head, jutting your chest out and lifting one foot to jut your hips, posing for more pictures before sliding your fingers into the waistband of your thong. You're forced to push it down until it's over your hips and drops down your legs, baring your humiliatingly wet and puffy pussy to the crowd.\n\nEven then it's not over as you find yourself bending forward, ass jutting into the air again as a hand moves between your legs. Two fingers spread your pussy wide, showing off your inner pink to the crowd of hooting men and giving them plenty of time to take more pictures. And then, the final disgrace... your hands move to grip your buttocks, fingers dimpling the flesh lightly as you spread them apart and give the audience an unrestricted view of your bare pucker. Only once you've turned in a slow circle, making sure everyone who wants a picture or a look has one, including the gawking monk who now can't quite seem to look away, are you allowed to straighten up and walk slowly out of the arena, leaving your clothes behind.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|HellKore5xEnd]]

You lounge on the couch in the lobby area, yawning wide to show off your fangs. You've long since switched to an all-over tan, and most of it's shown off, your white lingerie contrasting nicely against the dark brown. The lacey, short camisole top shows off your trim, flat belly, and the little satin G-string shows off the bulge of your cute little cock, with long gloves and thigh-highs of course helping lend a little extra feminine curvature to your arms and legs.\n\nOf course, several of the other girls of the Hitasuneko Bordello are here. Nanako, with her huge, obviously fake tits and just as pronounced fake lips. Motoko in her leather dominatrix gear, ready to punish or have all power stripped away from her and be turned into a begging, pleading bitch, as the client demands. Shizue, covered in tattoos and piercings, smoking as she gazes about with jaded eyes. Of course, they're only a slight selection of what the bordello has to offer in girls and ladyboys, but they're what's on display at the moment. Well, them and you.\n\nYou perk up a bit as a large, heavyset man in a suit makes his way in. Heavyset, psh, he's just fat. But you watch as his gaze wanders over the other three, obviously eating them up, and the size of the bulge that begins to grow in his expensive business trousers makes your eyes sparkle. Even though he avoided you when he was looking around, he can't really help but look at you as you rise and saunter towards him in a prowling motion... the other three girls look annoyed, but they know better than to try and win over you when you've asserted yourself.\n\n"Like, hey there," you coo at him, leaning in. "I'll totally be the one to service you today, mister!"\n\n"Yeah, no, I'm here for the girls," he mutters, though he seems to be having trouble keeping his eyes from wandering over you now.\n\n"Awww, don't be like thaaat," you practically purr, slipping in closer, giggling at his expression as you reach over to fondle his cock through his pants... and feel it swell even bigger and harder at the job you're doing even with a few light strokes. "Trust me, you'll have suuuuch a good time, for reals!"\n\n"I... don't know," he hedges, though he's breathing harder now, his face starting to flush.\n\nSmirking, you take hold of his wrist and lift it up, kissing each of his fingertips and looking up at his face through your long, glittery lashes. "Tell you what, fuck me four or five times, and if you don't leave here completely and totally addicted to gyaru boypussy, your whoooole visit is free." To punctuate, you slide his ring-finger into your mouth, displaying your tongue skills on it as you press your painted lips around his wedding ring.\n\nHe shudders, hesitates for a moment... then nods. Smiling brightly, you slip your mouth off his finger and take his hand, leading him upstairs to your room.\n\nShirou is so good to you, setting everything up like this. He totally earns his 99%!\n\n<b>Austin and Shirou</b> end - <i>Gyaru trap for hire</i>

Making at least a little money off of this place wouldn't be bad, certainly. "Let's head to the management office," you decide.\n\n"Oh, lovely, I really was hoping you'd keep the park open," Alice answers cheerfully, gesturing to the open gate to one side of the turnstile. "I much prefer things that are open to things that are closed, it tends to make them much easier and more fun and delicious. Room doors, cookie jars, party invitations, relationships," she continues as she shows you along the walkway. Wait, what was that last one?\n\nYou look around as the two of you walk along. Yup, "kitschy" is one way to describe this place. "Cliche" might be another. Lots of buildings shaped like toadstools, signs with cartoony mascots on them, overly stylized paving stones, plastic and fiberglass vines and flowers here and there for decoration. All of it looks really old and really out of style, though you have to admit it seems to have been kept up well... no visible chips or scratches, all the buildings have all their roof tiles and the windows are all spotless. So at least someone has some pride in this place despite its outdated decor and being completely and totally empty on a Friday afternoon in the summer.\n\nAs the two of you approach a castle-like building, stepping onto a path done up as if it were an actual forest floor (past a sign marked 'Employees Only'), you hear someone shout "UWAAAAAAH!" from behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you're forced to jerk to one side, Alice more nimbly hopping aside (with a smile on her face) as a small figure goes racing past.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/DxDFfLf.png>\n\n"I'm late! I'm late! I'm soooo late!" the petite girl squeals, the novelty rabbit ears on her head flapping with her movements as she zips by, apparently not even noticing you in her haste. "I can't believe how late I am ohmigosh!"\n\nYou stare after her as she disappears around a bend, then glance at Alice. "Someone's lost kid late for a meetup with their parents?"\n\n"Ahahahaha," Alice giggles, though it sounds nervous as she waves a hand. "Well, not quite. Come along, the entry to the management office is just around the corner.'\n\nThe two of you follow the restricted path around to the side of the castle, and then through another door marked 'Employees Only'. (Honestly it's kind of a thrill to get to go through those anyway.) You follow Alice down a hallway, and then to a door marked 'Main Office'. She pushes it open and lets you step inside, spotting a fairly typical office with a bank of security monitors (CRTs, geez) on one wall and a fairly sizeable desk near the window. And sitting at that desk is... the huffing, red-cheeked girl that ran past you.\n\n"Wheeew. I was late," she murmurs, pulling a handkerchief out of her pocket and dabbing at her face. Then she points accusingly at you. "But it turns out you were later! You were supposed to be here half an hour ago! ... Though I guess it works out since I overslept," she admits, slumping forward some.\n\n"... Who is this... sassy lost child?" you demand of Alice, while pointing at the girl behind the desk, who immediately looks outraged, her bunny ears standing up straight. (Huh, that's a pretty good trick, are they those new motorized headband things?)\n\n"Um, oh dear. Mr. Austin, this is Bunny, she's been the Park Manager since the last one left to work at Worldland," Alice explains, gesturing to the smaller girl with both hands.\n\n"... But she's like-" You start, looking back at her.\n\n"Hey, listen!" the girl snaps, leaping up to stand on her chair and putting one foot on the desk, leaning forward as she points at you. "I've been part of the management staff of this park since it first opened in 1965! I'm not going to take that sort of abuse from someone who can't remember when Bill Clinton was President!"\n\nWhy of all the...\n\n<hr>\n[[Fire her.|Austin]]\n\n[[Apologize.|Austin5x3]]

You glance down at the tent in the sheets, blushing. It doesn't seem like it's going to be going down any time soon... not with that pantyshot fixed firmly in your mind. Well... better do something about it then, right?\n\nTossing off the sheets, you wrap a hand around your stiff length and start pumping slowly, letting out a soft moan. The naughtiness of doing it in a hot girl's bed while she's out of the apartment only seems to make it better, and you keep your strokes nice and slow. It'll take her quite awhile to go talk to her supervisor, right? You can enjoy this one, even if it's totally just a pressure release and not at all because of how you've just seen what may be the nicest ass on any girl you've ever seen in your life. You rub your body against the soft sheets some, and can't help but think of her eventually laying (naked, of course) on the sheets you're now naked and jerking off in.\n\n"Having fun?"\n\nYour whole body seizes up in surprise, to the point you almost get a cramp. Your eyes snap open, seeing the Sailor Mars cosplayer at the foot of the bed. She's grinning at you, and holds a hand up with a red-and-gold cellphone in it, giving it a waggle.\n\n"Thought I was gonna go see my supervisor in person, huh? I stopped back in to ask what you wanted me to get as far as food... seems you had other things on your mind." You really have no idea how to respond to that... even moreso as she sets the phone down and then crawls up onto the bed, high heels and all, moving on all fours up between your legs. "Dammit, it was hard enough to resist while you were out... this," she half-moans, before ducking her head down. Her eyes remain fixed on you as her tongue darts out and licks your sack, and you let out a loud moan as she starts licking at it more, flicking her tongue around and pressing her red-painted lips against it.\n\nSince it seems to be the thing to do, you start stroking your cock again as she licks and sucks at your balls... or at least you do until she brushes your hand away and takes over the job herself, wrapping a satin-gloved hand around your cock and taking over jerking it for you, not seeming to care at all that your pre is leaking out and smearing over the fabric. She nuzzles her way under your balls, flicking her tongue over your taint teasingly, letting your sack rub on her cheek. Then she draws back up and fixes her eyes on yours again right before sliding her lips slowly down your cock, slowly moving her hand to rest flat against your hips as she takes you all the way down.\n\nYou try to warn her but can only let out a loud groan as your cock spasms and starts firing your load. She stays where she is, her tight throat squeezing and sucking at you as your prick shudders inside it. Once you've spent your first load, she doesn't move away, but instead just starts bobbing her head again, tongue washing the underside of your shaft as she works her mouth up and down along your length, obviously greedy for another load. You pant, staring at her lewd face and bright eyes as she sucks on you hard, lips pulled back some every time she raises up. One of her gloved hands moves to your balls, cupping and rolling them around, as if trying to encourage them to fill and spill again.\n\nIt takes a little bit, but Sailor Mars certainly doesn't show any signs of minding... she continues deep-throating your cock relentlessly and without complaint, indeed even making soft moaning noises that send shuddering vibrations through your length. Finally you gasp out, and this time she pulls back and tilts your cock, stroking it with one hand to encourage your spurts of cum to hit the roof of her mouth and drip down onto her tongue, which she sticks out to flick up and down the underside of your cockhead. Once she's milked you of all you have at the moment she swallows, then crawls to one side of you, settling on all fours, giving you a wicked grin and her ass a wiggle.\n\nNot hesitating, you scramble to your knees and behind her, pushing her skirt up a bit further and running your hands over that fantastic ass, giving it a squeeze. Unable to resist, you slide your cock... marked with red smears and rings from her lipstick... under the back of her panties, letting them press your length against her yielding buttock as you thrust in and out a bit. She gives a giggle, then a breathy, "C'mon, hurry, fuck me!" Certainly not hesitating at that either, you pull the crotch of her panties aside and position yourself at her hot, wet entrance, thrusting in quickly and making her moan loudly in satisfaction.\n\nYou grab hold of her waist and start thrusting, staring down at the sight of her ass moving with the impact of your hips, and of your cock disappearing into her pussy to one side of the pulled-aside panties. She moans and gasps happily, rocking herself back against your thrusts as your lipstick-marked cock plunges into her. "Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck me, fuck my slutty magical girl cunt," she moans out, which would sound ridiculous at any other time but right now has you almost ready to cum in her right then and there. You lean forward instead, grabbing hold of her full tits through the material of her top, making her squeal delightedly as you knead at them and kiss at her neck.\n\nDespite already cumming twice, the feel of a very excited, very tight pussy around you for the first time doesn't let you last long. You gasp out again and thrust forward, plunging balls deep in the pretty cosplayer's cunt as you start spilling your cum into her. You can hear her moan and feel her pussy squeezing at you, some extra wetness dribbling down your balls and making you shudder. You give her tits one more squeeze, then pull out and flop down on the bed beside her, panting.\n\nSailor Mars pants happily herself, though as she catches her breath, her expression fades from orgasmic to almost horrified. "Oh... oh crap," she groans, raising up onto her knees and putting both hands to her face.\n\n"Uh... sorry?" you murmur with a blink. You can think of several things that might make her do that, but most of them don't feel very flattering at the moment.\n\n"Oh geez, no, you don't understand." She sighs and drops her hands. "I lost control, and now you're doomed."\n\n"Doomed?" you repeat, eyeing her warily and scooting away a little.\n\n"Magical girls are basically all huge sluts," she says flatly, shaking her head. "We can fuck older men and monsters all day long... and trust me, it happens more than I'm strictly happy with. But if we fuck a guy who's too close to our own age, on our own time, he becomes affected by what we call the 'Magical Girl Boyfriend Effect'."\n\n"'Magical Girl Boyfriend Effect'." Now that you've figured out she's crazy, you're just trying to decide if she's dangerous crazy or harmless crazy.\n\nShe rolls her eyes, flopping down to sit, leaving her legs spread and momentarily distracting you with the sight of her pussy slightly spread and with your cum dripping out of it. "Yeah, yeah, I know, 'she's way too into her role'. It's the truth, though. Now that we had sex, the universe thinks you're my boyfriend... and since you're not magical yourself, and I'm not the main character, something awful will happen to you for dramatic effect."\n\n"Uh-huh."\n\nSighing, she rubs her face with one hand. "Okay, just... please, just try to believe me. Maybe if you stay, we can figure out some way to get around it, some... some kind of loophole so that you don't get amnesia or eaten by a monster or die in a car wreck or something. But if you decide I'm just some wacko theme park employee and walk out that door, some horrible fate will befall you sooner or later, and I really don't want that, especially since it would be my fault."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|HLSenshi4x1]]\n\n[[Leave.|HLSenshi3x2]]

"Uh, listen, I appreciate the offer and all," you reply carefully, looking around and finally spotting your clothes, and making a dash for them without trying to look like you're making a dash. "But I think I'll take my chances. I mean, thanks for everything, but, uh..."\n\n"Okay," she says sadly, shaking her head. "... Be careful."\n\n"Yeah, yeah sure, I will." You finish pulling on your clothes, then hurry out of the room. "Seeya around."\n\nOnce in the hall with the door closed, you put a hand to your chest. Woo. Nutso. You glance around and spot a nearby elevator, hurrying over to it and pressing the down button. As you hear the cables moving behind the door, you close your eyes and shake your head. Where did Worldland even find someone so weirdly obsessed with magical girl fiction that she'd sleep with a guy just so she could claim he'd been subjected to the 'Magical Girl Boyfriend Effect'? Too unreal.\n\nYou hear the elevator door ding open and the doors slide apart, and still shaking your head ruefully you step forward. It's not until your foot falls further than it should and you find yourself tilting at a strange angle that you open your eyes, and stare at the open, carless elevator shaft coming up to meet you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HLSenshi3xEnd]]

You have to admit, the idea of owning your own theme park is pretty irresistable. "I think I'd be interested in the amusement park," you say, trying to use your best formal voice to avoid sounding like an excited kid.\n\nTo judge by Mrs. Andrews' grin, it doesn't work particularly well. "Ah, forgive my smile," she says, apparently catching your slightly miffed reaction. "I promise I'm not condescending. I admit that when I heard that it was one of his bequeathments, I sat around picturing what it would be like to have one of my very own as well." She picks up the papers. "The theme park is near Central University, they already have a full credit transferrance system with your own school so that should simplify things. There are also living quarters on-site, and the commute from the park to the university is relatively short."\n\n"Wow, the place seems like it would be super busy then, huh?"\n\n"You would imagine so, yes," Mrs. Andrews says with a bit of a frown as she looks it over. "But apparently the park hit on some financial difficulties some years back. More recently, someone came along and hired a number of key personnel away to the newer and much larger Worldland in another part of the country. Both of these things, and the fact that the park's style is considered heavily outdated, seem to have contributed to it being practically abandoned. As I said earlier, there is sufficient money to keep what is currently open... a few rides, a handful of shops and attractions and whatnot... in operation indefinitely, but to open up the older portions of the park to offer more to visitors would require some infusions of money first."\n\n"I see."\n\n"In any event, I'll make some travel arrangements for you and get in touch with the current park overseer to let them know when to expect you."\n\nRoughly a week later, your taxi pulls up outside the brightly-colored entrance sign reading 'Wonderland'. You can see what Mrs. Andrews meant almost immediately... not only is the theme kind of played out, the style looks like a sort of backwoods themepark from the seventies or something, with the big sort of baby-ish colorful letters and toadstools and such. Paying the driver, you head towards the gates, immediately spotting... well, exactly the sort of person you'd expect at 'Wonderland'.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/0YgC1bc.png>\n\n"Hello, sir! Welcome to Wonderland!" the costumed girl chirps, curtsying... and causing a slight jiggle in her chest. Wow, is she even wearing a bra under that blouse? "My name is Alice and I'm here to help!"\n\n"Ah, actually, I'm-"\n\n"Austin, yes?" she interrupts smoothly, smiling brightly still. At your surprise she giggles a little. "Well I was told an Austin would be here today, and here you are indeed, for where else would you be?"\n\n"Heh, right, I guess." You rub the back of your head. "But yeah, I guess I own this place now. So your name is...?"\n\n"Alice," she replies with a blink.\n\n"No, I mean your actual name," you prompt.\n\n"Alice Liddell," she replies firmly, clasping her hands together in front of herself.\n\n"... Oooookay." Shrugging, you ask, "So are you the current overseer?"\n\n"No, I'm currently the Hospitality Manager," she chirps, leaning forward a bit and cupping a hand at the side of her mouth. "Which is a fancy way of saying I'm in charge of being nice to guests, though saying it a bit more fancy doesn't change what it is at all, so I don't quite see the point." She straightens up, beaming, and continues, "But the overseer, or rather, Park Manager is going to meet you at the management office. Ah, that is of course if you intend to keep the park open," she says, frowning a bit as she puts a fingertip to her lips and looks down. "I did overhear that you might not, and might just live here. If that's the case, I suppose I really ought to just show you to where you'll be living, and not bother with all that business stuff."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the management office.|Austin5x2]]\n\n[[Go to the living quarters.|Austin]]

"I'll do my best to help you, yeah," you answer, nodding slightly. "This is still a lot to take in... I mean, I'll be honest, I'm still not entirely sure I believe it. But unless you wanna yell 'gotcha' and get fired at some point," you add dryly.\n\n"No no, it's all for real," Bunny protests, waving her hands a bit. She hops to her feet and rounds the desk to stand in front of you, looking up at you. "Tell you what, I'll take you around the park and introduce you to some of the other workers who are still here, alright? The Gumdrops, the Fuzzies, the Card Soldiers that are still left..."\n\n"Oh, don't forget the Caterpillar, Bunny!" Alice chirps cheerfully.\n\n"We may as well forget her," Bunny says with a roll of the eyes, before noticing you're looking at her and explaining. "Caterpillar's actually decently wise and levelheaded, but she's lazy and doesn't like to mingle. She doesn't see anyone these days, so we'll probably have to wait to introduce you to her some other time when she's feeling more sociable."\n\n"The Caterpillar is a 'she'?" you ask, quirking your eyebrows.\n\n"Yeah, our maker had, ah, specific tastes," Bunny replies, snorting. "So yeah most of us are girls. Not everybody but most. Anyway, c'mon, I'll show you around some, then you can turn in."\n\n<hr>\n(These are not branch options, only 'Turn in' will move the story ahead.)\n\n[[Meet the Gumdrops.|Austin5x4a]]\n\n[[Meet the Fuzzies.|Austin5x4b]]\n\n[[Meet the Soldiers.|Austin5x4c]]\n\n[[Turn in.|Austin5x5]]

You hesitate, staring at the box resting at the foot of your bed. When Veronka starts to move towards hers, without really thinking you grab her by the upper arm and yank her back towards you. "Wha-?!" she exclaims in shock... before letting out a short scream as the top of her footlocker deforms, extending a pseudopod that stretches towards her, the entire surface of the one on your side rippling.\n\nYou fire a rifle blast at the pseudopod, Ronnie half-scrambling with you as you pull her out of the room, most of your shots splashing against the walls as you concentrate more on getting out than aiming. The two of you stagger into the hallway and you fire your next blast into the door mechanism, the sliding door slamming closed hard. Several other orange-clad people are staring at you as if you've gone insane as you quickly unsling your rifle and hand it to your friend, unholstering your pistol instead as both of you aim at the door. They go from staring to scrambling for their own weapons as something slams against the door hard enough to make claw-shaped dents in it, and you slam one fist against the Fiend Alarm on the wall next to you.\n\n"Fiends in the base! Third dorm level! <i>They're shaped like other things</i>! Stay away from your footlockers or anything big enough to be a fiend, repeat, <i>they look like the fucking furniture</i>!" you shout, your voice picked up from the panel and amplified over the PA as more and more of your dormmates line up around you and level rifles and pistols at the shuddering, deforming door, the sounds of blaster fire echoing from elsewhere in the base as either other Fiends make themselves known or people decide to execute their storage containers just to be on the safe side.\n\nYou do your best to steady your breathing as the slams against the door get harder and harder and the metal bends even more. Finally the door is hit hard enough to bend it and slam it into the wall. Whatever the thing inside your room is, it's obviously smashed the lights, since the doorway is a gaping black hole in the wall... a blackness that seems to come pouring out in a chaotic tumult of limbs, claws, tentacles, and gibbering, drooling maws. You're the first to open fire, a surprising number of the others doing the same, standing their ground and raining balls of blue lighting into the thing as it twists and shrieks at the assault, lashing and flailing and trying to push outward, only to be met with the constant assault of blasterfire, until it finally splatters to the floor in a gray-black mess.\n\n"We are on lockdown, repeat, bunker is on lockdown," Commander Connors' even voice comes over the PA. "All residents, move into the center of the hallways. Convicts, divide into groups of three, wait for FEARs to come around and collect you for a base sweep."\n\nThe next eleven hours are both methodical and hectic as you, Veronka, and another convict named Sumer are led by Shyn in going room by room through the entire base, repeatedly prodding and jabbing at every solid item, even occasionally the walls. Several times your heart stops as the thing Shyn's jabbing at with a combat knife writhes and distorts, trying to turn into a fully-fledged Fiend even as your group pumps it full of blaster bolts, though admittedly, even with all you've been through, you come as close as you ever have to soiling yourself when Shyn thumps a recently-repaired section of wall and the very surface extends a tentacle to wrap around her wrist.\n\nEventually, the all clear is sounded. You start to slump against a wall, hesitate and stare at it, then mutter 'fuck it' before resting your shoulder on it. You jerk upright as Eskabar thumps down the hallway, in full armor, until her helmet pulls back as she stops in front of you. "Commander wants to see you, LaChance," she says quietly, almost as if even she were as tired as you are.\n\n'What fresh hell is this?' you think wearily as you nod and do your best not to slouch as you follow her down to the lower level. She leads you past her own office and further down the hall, then thumbs a panel. "Enter." When the door slides open, she waves you in ahead of her.\n\nThe Commander's office turns out to be not that much bigger than Eskabar's, though it feels a little bit moreso because it's tidier and better-organized. Still, you bet there's at least three times as many tablets and stacks of paper on her desk, though. (You guess even in the high-tech outer space world the paperless office is still a myth.) Connors looks up from her computer terminal and nods formally. "Cadet LaChance. Have a seat."\n\nYou settle into one of the two metal chairs in front of the desk, the same kind as in Eskabar's office, just considerably less dented and much cleaner. You watch as Connors stands and moves to the file cabinets along one wall, picking up something shrinkwrapped from atop them, then moving over to toss it in your lap. Blinking, you look down at the white and black material visible through the clear plastic. "What's this?"\n\n"What's it look like? Welcome to Foe Engagement, Ensign LaChance," Connors says simply as she settles back behind her desk, looking like she's simply going to get back to work.\n\n"Ah... ma'am, I've only been here a month," you murmur, too shocked to realize that this probably isn't the best thing to argue about.\n\n"And in that time you've befriended one of the more difficult FEARs, impressed our best sniper, survived a bunker swarm, and managed to identify and quell an incursion by a new kind of Fiend, with those last two being on consecutive days," Connors answers, only glancing from her screen at you briefly before her eyes slide back to it. "I have discretion in these matters, LaChance. You're FEAR. You've been advanced in rank and restored to honorable service. You've been given a large bonus. Your sentence is shortened to six months. Requisitions will have the rest of your gear and your new room assignment. Dismissed."\n\n<hr>\n[["... Yes, ma'am."|GGSR9x1]]\n\n[["... Permission to speak freely, ma'am?"|GGSR6x15]]

You head over to the perky blonde, who perks up a bit more as you approach, greeting you warmly and urging you to sit next to her. Sunny asks you how you've been doing and if you're pleased with tonight's performance, and you answer in the affirmative. He seems quite interested in your well-being, which adds to the warm, safe feeling you'd sort of already started to get from being mildly drunk.\n\nJoseph and Kendrick soon give their goodnights, waving and departing the apartment while you and Sunny chat. Demona settles in nearby, looking like he wants to interject several times as Sunny continues chatting with you and drawing out, before finally clearing his throat. "Ah, so, y'know, maybe I should head out too..."\n\n<hr>\n[[No, stay!|CC]]\n\n[[Okay, goodnight!|CC6x2]]

You're almost sure that Demona looks rather disappointed at that, but the alcohol haze and Sunny's good nature quickly distract you and draw you back into the moment. It's been a long time since someone's been so warm and kind to you... plenty of people have been decent since you left home, but Sunny's the first who actively seems to be trying to make you feel, well, good.\n\nEventually the talk turns to families, and Sunny does try to pry more about your home situation, but even in your current state you don't exactly want to get into that and try to evade most of the questions. Still, Sunny seems to get some idea that it's not a happy subject, smile turning sad for awhile before he turns to talking about his own family. Apparently like Demona he had big sisters, who were quite the source of comfort and strength to him over the years.\n\n"When you're hurting or feeling down, there really is nothing like a big sister to take care of you!" Sunny asserts finally, smiling with those pretty pink-painted lips, her whole demeanor giving off an air of wholesomeness, what with the pretty pink sweater and the white skirt and the blonde hair and blue eyes.\n\n"Eheh, maybe," you answer vaguely, scratching your cheek with one fingertip. "I mean, I wouldn't know, you know?"\n\n"Awww. But I can fix that," Sunny murmurs, voice suddenly going breathy as he leans in and kisses your cheek, one of his hands moving to cup your crotch and give a gentle squeeze, making you squeak and jump.\n\n"S-Sunny, what are you doing?!" you ask, squirming as Sunny continues to gently rub you through your jeans, your prick starting to respond to the stimulation despite your own confusion.\n\n"Well a good big sister should take care of a little brother's needs," Sunny practically purrs, kissing your cheek again, then your ear. "This seems awwwfully needy, don't you think? Why don't you let big sister take care of you, huh?"\n\n<hr>\n[["But... you're not a sister!"|CC]]\n\n[["O... okay... big sister..."|CC]]\n\n[["... I bet big sister has some needs too..."|CC]]

Sexiest Disney princess? Sexiest Disney princess. And you've gotta admit, they've found a great match... the long, thick black hair looks very real, her skin's the perfect smooth shade of olive, big pretty almond eyes. The outfit's pretty dead-on too, a lot more daring than you'd have figured for a Disney-approved costume, especially since the three dimensional Jasmine has quite the set of curves on her.\n\nShe looks over towards you, and rather than be caught ogling you actually walk on over, as if you were just waiting for a break in the crowd. "So, uh, hey. Nice costume?"\n\n"Costume? Oh, but I don't bother hiding when I go out among the people anymore," 'Jasmine' replies with a little wink and a tap of her cheek. Apparently she's, like... method, or something.\n\n"Heh. Right."\n\n"So what's your name?" she asks, smiling in a way that's both nostalgic for a younger you and induces some rather impure thoughts in the current you.\n\n"Eric."\n\n"It's nice to meet you, Eric! And where are you from...?"\n\n"I'm from Deviville, came here to uh..." You were going to say something, but somehow the words won't come, your tongue feeling thick in your mouth. "To... uh..." Suddenly your vision swims, and you feel yourself falling.\n\nWhen you wake up, it's to the feeling of clean sheets and something cool being stroked across your face. You blink, your eyes adjusting to the slightly dim light to find that you're in a fairly large four-poster bed with gauzy blue drapings. Jasmine is sitting on the side of the bed, cleaning your face with a damp washcloth, which she sets aside when she sees that you're awake.\n\n"Oh, thank goodness. You really scared me there." She really does look relieved, putting a hand briefly to her chest. "You just fainted all of a sudden."\n\n"I guess I haven't really been sleeping much lately. Or some other things too," you add in a murmur. You shift in the bed, then blink as you process the sensations of the soft sheets rubbing on your body... specifically, all of your body. You can feel them shift under your ass and rub against your cock, and glancing down you can see that your chest is bare above where the sheets have been tucked. "... um..."\n\n"I... took them off once I got you back here, to make sure you weren't hurt." Jasmine's cheeks darken further, a slightly abashed look on her face. "And then I put them in the wash, so..."\n\n"Right." You can feel your own cheeks heat... but also your cock starting to harden, partly from the stimulation of the sheets rubbing on them, partly from being attended by a very, very pretty girl dressed as one of your early cartoon crushes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make a move on her.|HLJasmine]]\n\n[[Behave.|HLJasmine1x2]]

Trying not to squirm and hoping your host won't notice the bulge you're causing in the blankets, you fall silent and let the slightly awkward moment pass. After a moment, Jasmine collects the small plastic pan she put the washcloth in and stands up. "I'm going to go get us something to eat. When I get back your clothes should be clean, too." She heads into what you assume is the bathroom, then gives you a wave as she passes back through on her way out the front door. You're left alone in the room to take stock and wonder at this odd bit of a twist your day has taken.\n\nIt looks like a slightly upscale hotel room... mostly one big room with a living area, kitchenette, and the sleeping area where the bed is. It does have a slightly Arabian theme to it, so you wonder if that's Jasmine, er, the woman playing Jasmine's preference or if this is something the park provided for her. Maybe it looks like this to help her keep in-character? Or something. Further, you wonder if she carried you back here herself. Why not call like a park medic or something? Did she just want to do it herself, to prove she could? That... would be a very Jasmine-ish thing to do, you have to admit.\n\nYou glance around again, realizing that she could be gone awhile. You could always go poking around, since you are sort of curious as to just what there might be in a professional cosplayer's room, especially if it's provided to her by the theme park. Then again, you are a guest... a very tired (and naked) guest.\n\n<hr>\n[[Look around.|HLJasmine1x3]]\n\n[[Stay in bed.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]

The temptation to snoop, at least just a little bit, is just too strong. You slip out of bed, settling your bare feet on the soft carpeted floor. Being a teenage guy, your cock is as enthused by the idea of (so far) non-naughty poking around as it is with being naked in close proximity to a hard girl, and it juts ahead of you as you wander around the apartment and then into the rather opulent bathroom. You spend a few moments forcing yourself to calm down so that you can actually take a pee, and that seems to take (some) of the eagerness out of it... though it's still sticking out at a bit of an angle as you head back out into the apartment proper.\n\nWell, you aren't going to find out much by just standing around staring... if you're going to snoop, you'll actually have to open something. Like, for instance, the [[wardrobe|HLJasmine1x4]] that's up against the wall in the sleeping area, or the [[dresser|HLJasmine2x1]] close to the bed. You could also take a look in the [[fridge|HLJasmineplaceholder]]... she said she'd be back with food, but you're already pretty hungry, after all, a snack might help tide you over. You could also possibly take a look at her [[DVD collection|HLJasmineplaceholder]]... maybe there's something in there more interesting than Disney cartoons. Other than that, you're not sure there's much else you could poke into, except maybe that old snoop standby the [[medicine cabinet|HLJasmineplaceholder]].

The wardrobe seems like a safe bet for satisfying a little curiosity. You can just open the door and take a quick glance in, and shut it just as quickly if you hear the front door opening. Besides, there's unlikely to be anything really embarrassing in there, right? So Jasmine isn't likely to be that upset with you even if she does catch you nosing about.\n\nYou pull open the simple wooden doors and look over the inside. There are a few different costumes on hangers... one is much more the stereotypical "mascot" style with a big fuzzy suit and large animal head. Specifically, a tiger. You wonder if Jasmine actually wears that sometimes, basically having to cosplay as her obvious main character's own pet. Or maybe they just don't have anyone to be Rajah right now and she's keeping it for an eventual new castmember, who knows. There's also one of her own costumes, and a similar one that's red and has more jewelry attached to the hanger. It looks a bit familiar, maybe something from the TV series?\n\nActually, now that you're here, you kind of want to mess with the clothes a little, maybe try one of the outfits on. Yeah, maybe even one of the girl ones, your cock hardening back up a bit at the thought. The question is, which one to try?\n\n<hr>\n[[The Rajah costume.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]\n\n[[Just the Rajah costume's head.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]\n\n[[The Jasmine costume.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]\n\n[[The red costume.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]

You'd half expected when you learned this was a crazy magical school that you'd spend your entire days learning to turn frogs into dogs or something like that. Turns out that Aspareth actually has its students in a number of "normal" classes as well, so it looks like there'll be no escape from math and biology class. History does involve a lot more dragons and ancient curses than you'd really expected, but you never really retained any of it for longer than it took you to fill out a worksheet back in America's school system, so it's entirely possible that Prince Ferdinand being eaten by an ogre and the whole "incomptent gunmen" thing being concocted as a hasty coverup was actually taught in normal classes too and you just don't remember. Things are set up a little different here, so you find yourself stuck actually listening and taking notes.\n\nMost of your magic classes in the first two weeks primarily involve remedial lessons, a good portion of them taught by Professor Senna. You might almost admit she's a fantastic teacher if you believed in such a concept for anything other than 'Lets the students get away with murder'. She actually praises you, apparently you're a bit of a natural at magic... plenty of power, and a fair bit of finesse. \n\nOn Friday night of your second week, you're putting some of your clothes away (you just leave them out and they get laundered and folded and left on your bed, it's fantastic... little creepy with your panties, though) when suddenly you hear Maeve's voice in your head, making you jump.\n\n"Layla, please come upstairs. I'd like to speak to you."\n\nYou whip your head back and forth, wondering if she walked into the room and started talking while you weren't paying attention. Erika, sitting at her desk writing, glances up. She's wearing a backless dress that fastens around her neck and goes over her front and has a loose short skirt around her hips, leaving her cobalt blue thigh-highs visible. She smirks a bit at your look. "Just called you? Maeve's an expert at mind magic, it's one of her specialties. Better head on up."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4x10]]

"Whew. You know, my dear... Permanence," he says, interrupting himself briefly as he rests a hand against the back of your head, a brief glow of power surrounding both. "You know, my dear, I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship." He unceremoniously flips you over onto your back, leaving you staring at the ceiling instead as he tugs and yanks your pants further down, relieving you of both them and your boots and tossing them aside negligently.\n\nHe spreads your legs apart and lifts them under the knee, positioning you with your feet on the carpet. "When I exiled myself from the rest of the Drow, it was partly because I couldn't stand to... Fertility," he murmurs, resting a hand briefly on your belly. You continue to stare at the ceiling as he raises his hand from the spell and then thrusts back into you, starting to pump quickly, his voice taking on a breathy quality from the pleasure. "Couldn't stand to be bossed around and bullied by the sadistic bitches of Drow society. I thought I'd given up on finding a meaningful relationship!"\n\nHe smirks as he leans forward, bracing his hands to either side of your head and looking down at your blank, unresponsive face as he pounds his cock into you, using your newly receptive pussy to jerk off his long, thick midnight-colored cock. "But now I think I've found the perfect wife. Quiet, agreeable, and certainly isn't going to... argue with me about... how to raise... the children," he gasps out as he slams in deep and pours his second load into you, knocking you up as certainly as a sunrise.\n\nPanting as he finishes, he pulls out and slaps his still-mostly-hard cock against the front of your crotch a few times. "The cooking and cleaning may lack a little... hm... maybe a collar with a modified set of geas spells with activation phrases? Yes, that might work out nicely. Might even work for tending the children when they come," he adds with a snicker, patting your belly. "It's not exactly a ring, but then you don't care about fancy things, do you dear?"\n\nNo, can't say as you do.\n\n<b>Gamer Girl Rogue</b> end - <i>A Drow male's perfect wife</i>

He said he had a pervy desire for actual horses, but you guess he didn't say that he's gay, you think as you carry the stool over to a light chestnut-colored mare, large black pussy fully visible and accessible below her own thick black pucker as you set the thing in place and step back. "Okay, I'll keep a lookout."\n\n"Thanks dude," Harold groans gratefully as he steps up onto the stepping stool, still stroking one toon-gloved hand over his foam rubber prick. With the other hand, he pushes one thick white finger slowly into the mare's pussy, the she-beast letting out a low snort and a nicker as he starts pumping it in and out. You can't help but watch between checks of the doors as Harold slowly finger-fucks the mare, apparently stirring her to arousal just like a human woman would be. Except that the mare's arousal looks thick, almost slimy, and as she's coaxed into heat her already thick pussylips swell further. Soon with that slimy arousal dripping off of it and its heavy, wrinkly lips looking larger and more exaggerated, it reminds you of a big rubber pussy sex toy even more. Which seems fitting, you guess, as Harold pushes his dildo-like dick into it, the mare whinnying as she's penetrated by a cock shaped and sized quite a bit like the stallions that have unsheathed on the other side of the stable, if made of slightly squishy foam rubber instead of throbbing flesh and blood.\n\nHarold puts both toon-gloved hands on the mare's rump and begins thrusting, using motions like practically every overdramatic dude in a porno that you've ever seen. Maybe it's that similar motion even if he is a weird living mascot fucking a mare. Maybe it's just the smell of sex, even if it is decidedly bizarre sex. Maybe it's the sight of a cock pumping into a pussy with loud, lewd wet noises even if it is a foam rubber cock into a horsepussy and those noises are layered by grunts of "Dude" and "bro" and animal nickering, but soon you find yourself watching more and more, your own dick getting steadily harder in your pants.\n\nIt's not until you notice those thick, gooey strands of arousal connecting the mare's cunt and Harold's stiff foam rubber balls that you finally give in, quickly shoving your pants and underwear down and off before starting to enthusiastically jerk off as you watch. Your lips are parted to let your quickened breath pass as you watch the strange and yet intensely arousing scene before you, this cartoon-like costumed character trying to breed a horny she-beast that's clearly whinnying and snorting in arousal as she's fucked. When Harold finally thrusts forward and lets out a long "Duuuude!", your cock twitches in your hand at the sight of equally viscous and gooey white spurting out around the base of his prick and dribbling through the bestial arousal of the mare's thick cuntlips, but it's the mare's long, loud whinny that seems to tip you over the edge, making you gasp loudly as you paint the floor with your cum.\n\n"Hhhhaaaa... dude, that was totally the best!" Harold declares as he steps back and down off the stepping stool, his cock sliding out of the mare as he does. It wobbles in front of him, hardness unchanged from when he first pulled it out, though now its surface is entirely covered with slimey mare-cum and apparently equally slimey mascot-cum. You look from it, to the mare's still slightly spread and now thoroughly messy black pussy, the beast giving a snort and stomping a hoof on the ground as more of Harold's jizz slowly oozes out of her. "Hm, you thinking of doing something too, dude?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Get on the stool.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[Get on your knees.|HerschelHorse]]

Shaking, you slowly close the book and push it away from you. Forcing yourself to breathe steadily and stop your shuddering, you push yourself to your feet, your throat working a few times before you're certain your voice won't shake when you speak. "C'mon, Woolly. Time to go."\n\nThe dog's tags jingle softly as he rises to his feet and starts padding along with you as you walk through the library. As you walk you work on convincing yourself it was just a book, you just wound up convincing yourself the predictions were more accurate than they were, it's all Nostradamus bullshit, it's fiction, the ravings of a madman.\n\nTanya looks up from her magazine as you approach, blinking. "Geez, Wilma, you're pale as a sheet. I mean, not that you usually have a ton of color, but what's wrong?"\n\n"I..." You clear your throat a little, and for just a second you get the urge to go back on your decision, to tell her everything, show her the book to try and convince her. Whether it's uncertainty, smallness, or shame, you find that urge swallowed up and simply shake your head. "I wound up reading a really scary story, that's all. I... kind of don't want to be in this dark library anymore, y'know?"\n\n"Huh. Must have been a heck of a story, to scare you," Tanya asserts, closing the magazine and snagging her bag of Corn Nuts. "But I'm ready to go if you are."\n\n"Yeah. Yeah, let's go," you whisper.\n\nSoon the two of you meet back up with Ted and Skinny, their own search having been unsuccessful, and Ted apparently annoyed enough that he's given up on the whole endeavor and wants to move on. You do your best to smile and act normal around the others, climbing into the Monster Magnet with them and settling into your chair, opening up your laptop and bringing up a listing of nearby hotels. But you can't help but glance out the window and up as Ted drives out of town, and watch as a long streak of light darts across the sky, twinkles, and goes dark.\n\n'It was just a book,' you repeat to yourself as you look back at your laptop, unable to stop your fingers from shaking as you begin to type. 'Just a book, just a book, just a book...'\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|WilmaLibrary3axEnd]]

Elves don't make the best melee fighters, but they do make the hottest ones, and that can be a benefit of its own in this sort of game. You select Amazon as your character class, and raise your eyebrows a bit as the diaphonous dress instead becomes what can best be described as, well, a chainmail bikini... well, scalemail. And the bottom is really more of a loincloth than an actual bikini. Her hair and eyes also change to a glowing red instead of white.\n\nBut more than that, the elf's body reshapes, growing taller, her slender form shifting to display obvious muscle tone, and even getting somewhat bigger breasts to fill that scalemail bikini top. Looks like the elves make for hotter Amazons than they used to. You'd expect to be given the option to change all that almost right away, but instead get a list of traits. Status modifiers or something, looks like.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's trait!</center>\n\n[[Seeking Bigger Challenges|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character is always seeking a more massive challenge to take on. If they see something bigger and more powerful than they've ever taken before, they'll be drawn to it and do almost anything to get at it. (Hm, sounds like you get some stat bonuses, but, what... enemies can pull aggro on your char? Huh.)\n\n[[Massive Weapon|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character's mighty weapon is their pride and joy, and they love to get it out and use it at every opportunity... in fact, they're driven to do so in situations where it really might be better not to. (Sounds like you get a bonus with large weapons, but maybe some sort of berserk status effect in battle?)

Eh, you got this. This guy can't be that bright, leaving an arrow practically pointing to where he lives, and you undid the first trap he set without any problems. Why waste valuable potions? You tuck both back into your pouch and slip your goggles back into place, starting in on the work.\n\nYou haven't been disarming the wards for very long when you accidentally set off one of them, sending the magical equivalent of a tripwire twanging and setting off several of the enchantments at once. You barely have time to murmur "Oh shi-" before the blast of magic hits you and knocks you sprawling onto your back, your goggles going skittering off across the stone floor.\n\nYou start to push yourself up, only for your arms to drop you back onto the floor before raising stiffly into position with your hands level with your head, a few inches out to the side. Your legs stiffen and tighten as well, pulling up and bending, spread apart with your knees pointed celingward and a bit forward. A strange, slick feeling passes all over your skin as it turns smooth and flawless, shining a bit in the light from the nearest globe, and then starting to turn green. You open your mouth to cry out, only for it to contort into a wide open O, your lips puffing out and then turning into a solid ring around your mouth. Your teeth retract into your gums, and then your tongue merges with the bottom of your mouth, truly silencing you as your mouth and throat become nothing but a deep tube, ridges forming at intervals all down it.\n\nYour wide eyes are colored over by the green plastic, nothing but molding and and black circles in the center to give the impression of eyes. Your tits, ass, and indeed your whole body swell, the seams of your clothing popping and letting the leather fall away as you assume rounder proportions, your body hollowing out and becoming a layer of green latex. Your pussy shifts, pudgy lips flattening and becoming little more than a contoured slit between your legs, leading to another tube, this one lined with bumps and knobs, while your ass shifts to a perfectly smooth, slender one ideal for providing suction. Your fingers and toes join together, inflated thumbs jutting out, only some small seams left to make sure that you still have the suggestion of hands and feet.\n\nYou shift in place as a light breeze from the tunnel moves you on the stone floor. You can feel both vividly on your shiny green skin, even as you find yourself unable to move or even blink, your expression stuck in one of mild surprise, though your fuck-tunnel mouth may be responsible for that.\n\nYour cautiousness about using magic items has left you as an inflatable sex doll sitting on the doorstep of an evil wizard's lair.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGRogue8xEnd]]

"Look, how about we make a deal?" you suggest after a brief glance at Jakson.\n\n"Oh?" The female leader quirks an eyebrow. "You don't have a particularly strong bargaining position right now, but out of curiosity, let's hear it."\n\n"You take the wagon, the horse, and the wine, but let him go. And in return, I'll join you."\n\nThat seems to have taken both the leaders aback, and Jakson is staring at you in horror. "Cyan!" he hisses through gritted teeth, only to jerk back a bit as you wave him off.\n\n"Hm. There's an intriguing proposition," the man muses, and after exchanging a glance with the other, waves a hand, most of the spearpoints raising up enough that they're not pointed at you. "And why do you think you'd be such a help to us?"\n\n"Well, I'm a trained fighter, right? You don't have many people that have actually been schooled in it, I'm betting. Not only would I be a lot more effective, I could teach your own guys hand-to-hand fighting." You assume. You haven't actually tried throwing so much as a punch yet. "Plus it's just good business. Er, banditry. If someone tough wants to join you, you don't turn them away just because you were originally going to rob them, do you?"\n\n"She does have a point, Omen," the female leader (apparently Harbinger) says, glancing aside at her brother. "If she came to us asking to join normally, we probably wouldn't have given it a third thought."\n\n"Mm." Omen rubs his chin a bit, then shrugs. "You know what, sure, why not? Letting one kid go in return for an effortless haul and another body for the ranks is fair enough." He strides over, beckoning you down. "We'll have our eyes on you for awhile, girl, but once you've proved your loyalty, you're one of us." He proffers his hand as you finish jumping from the carriage, and you grin and shake it. Hey look, you're an outlaw!\n\n"Don't sit up there and sulk, boy, your friend's made a perfectly good deal for your safety, you're not going to squander it by doing something stupid, are you?" Harbinger asks as she sashays around to the other side of the wagon, looking up at the scowling Jakson. But a moment later he sulkily hands the reins to a bandit that's climbed up, and jumps down, staring at the wagon as it's driven away, then over at you.\n\n"Hey, go on, it's fine. I'm just trying to find where I fit in, y'know," you tell him, still grinning. You've got to admit this is exciting... this is just some weird fantasy world, right? Nothing wrong with turning bandit in one of those!\n\n"I..." Jakson glances around at the bandits, then back at you, and he looks so hurt and lost you really do have to feel sorry for him. "I can't just <i>leave</i> you here with them," he says quietly, pain in his eyes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Suggest he join as well.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Gently urge him to leave.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Hit him.|GGMonk]]

"I guess... I guess I'll take... Santa Claus?" you venture, hoping that the holiday figure most well-known for being a jolly old elf might let you off easy. Maybe you'll just have to spend 500 years making toys or something. ... At least you'll be learning a trade?\n\n"Very well." Santa snaps his gloved fingers, and you gasp as a chilly, tingly sensation passes all through you. You steadily shrink down to about half your original height, though you maintain your own proportions, length of leg and curve of hip... though it feels like your breasts swell up and grow a bit larger and firmer all the same. Your skin takes on a twinkly, bright look as if you'd been smeared all over with a light coating of icy body glitter, and your ears draw up to points. It's obvious that you've become an elf, and you squirm as some of the other Santa's Elves in attendance walk over and provide you with your uniform... which, apparently, is nothing but a pair of translucent glittery red flaps in front and back held in place with a green braid around your waist, and a collar ringed with jingle bells. ... Uh-oh.\n\nAnd soon you learn of your role for the next 500 years... 'Roving Elf'. Which certainly doesn't sound so bad, and indeed you do occasionally get assigned to the line to work on toys when someone else is out or it's crunch time. But most of the time it means doing whatever dirty jobs need doing. Scrubbing the floors, shoveling snow (still practically naked), serving drinks and food, and providing relief for the other inhabitants of the North Pole.\n\nIt's this last that you spend as much time doing as all the others combined, and it means something just as lewd as it sounds. Elves on break line up to pound into your holes, their disproportionately large cocks even bigger considering you've been reduced to their size, three of them at a time pounding away at you. During crunchtimes you're often called to go out to the line to relieve stress, sucking elves off right on the workfloor and in front of everyone else, crawling on hands and knees beneath the conveyor belts to tug out cocks and slide them down your throat, gulping and sucking diligently until they spill their loads into your belly and you can move on to the next.\n\nThe reindeer need tending to as well, of course. The ones that do particularly well in each day's training get a reward, and most often you're the reward. There are two kinds, apparently... upright, humanoid ones, which mainly seem to like making you bounce in their lap with their cocks up your ass while their big, furry hands play with your tits... and the more traditional four-legged variety, for which you have to stand in a sort of frame and let them plow their bestial dicks into your pussy as they try frantically to mate with you. \n\nTime becomes a blur, divided more into "Christmas lull" and "Christmas rush" than any specific days or years, your days only broken up by finding out which of your usual activities you're going to be doing that day (which generally amounts to whose cock you're taking and how). So you're fairly surprised when one day Santa Claus comes to you and tells you that your 500 years are up, and you're free to return to the real world. With a sudden panic, you realize that you can't even remember any other life than scrubbing floors, carrying hot cocoa, and being stuffed full of cock. In between licking Santa's cock and stuffing it down your throat, you tearfully plead to be allowed to stay and continue being a good little roving elf, you'll do an even better job than ever if he lets you stay, promise!\n\nHe kindly allows you to stay, and even spends the night personally plowing all three of your holes repeatedly. He's such a sweet old elf and you're so lucky to work for him!\n\n<b>Holly the Easter Bunny</b> end - <i>Now that's elfed up</i>

"I..." You hesitate, then huff again before admitting, "Honestly I think what's making it so... weird, and hard, to deal with is that..." You shift in place, your cheeks coloring. "I... I kind of got turned on."\n\n"Yeah?" Leslie seems surprised, but only a little. Though at least she didn't immediately shout 'EWWWWW!' which is encouraging. (Part of you wants to look that gift horse in the mouth, but you decide not to.)\n\n"Yeah," you sigh. "I mean... I'm standing there, watching my mom cheat on my dad... and... I'm feeling flushed, and my nipples get all hard, and... and I think in general that's what's kind of fucking me up, that more than anything I found it... hot. Like even now, talking about it, is kinda..." You trail off, shrugging and giving Leslie a sheepish look.\n\n"Wow." Leslie raises her eyebrows, then presses, "So is what's messing you up that you think you might be gay, or at least like girls..." She hesitates, then adds, obviously trying to be gentle, "Or that you were attracted to your mom?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Liking girls.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Attracted to your mom.|GGParent]]

You give up, knowing there's nothing you can do. You're being tentacle raped like an anime schoolgirl!\n\nThe thick black tentacle keeps pumping deeper and deeper into your ass, working around, writhing, squirming, and generally feeling far better than getting raped up the butt by some unseen horror should. It has a texture like the skin of a snake, rough and smooth at the same time, stimulating your insides as it works itself deeper into you. You give up on resisting the pleasure and let your tongue loll out, drool sliding down the sides of your chin, your cries gurgling in your throat. Your cock spasms and jets long streamers of cum out and into the dark water below, which only seems to work the tentacles into a greater frenzy.\n\nThe tentacle never seems satisfied, even after it's gotten way too deep for Herschel to have left any of his load in you. By now it apparently thinks you're a good source of mascot jizz, and just keeps working in, getting wider as it goes along, stretching your ass ever more around its girth. You feel your throat bulge, and make a gagging noise as the pointed tip actually emerges from your lips.\n\nBy now the other tentacles are doing as much to fuck you on their mate as it is to stroke in and out of you. You can now see the tip of it jutting in front of your face, moving back and forth as the long black monster is worked ever further through your body. You cum again, knowing your ass is impossibly stretched now, loving every moment of it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in completely.|HaroldHorse9x5]]\n\n[[Try to hold on to your sanity.|HaroldHorse]]

You've been fucked all the way through by a massive tentacle that's now jutting at least a foot and a half out of your mouth, and it's actually making you cum every time it manages another few inches through your entire body. You just can't deal with this. Your eyes go dull and blank as your brain just gives up the ghost, something inside your mind breaking as your body begins to operate fully on instinct, sucking and slurping at the tentacle where it emerges past your lips, squeezing your impossibly stretched ass eagerly around it, trying to work your hips on it, your cock spasming and shooting cum again and again.\n\nThe tentacles give a little writhe that seems almost... disappointed, somehow. The tentacle inside you stills, staying straight up while the others simply drag you straight down. Your body deforms impossibly as you're dragged down the ever thicker limb, becoming little more than a sheath around it, but it just feels fantastic to you. Your stretched and barely recognizable form slides into the cold, black water below, your cock spurting white drizzles into it all the way down. Looks like you fell afoul of a less cartoonish and pleasant sort of molester in Worldland.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HaroldHorse9xEnd]]

Bundling up your jeans and underwear and setting your sneakers on top of them, you poke your head out into the hall and take several good looks back and forth. Completely deserted, you should be safe. Blushing, you hurry out into the hall and further away from the staircase, naked from the waist down, your ass still dripping mascot cum.\n\nYou peer at the doorways. 'You can't miss it' Herschel said, but you're not exactly finding that to be true. There's not any text signs, just little icons on placards on each door. You're not seeing anything that really obviously looks like bathroom facilities. You peer nervously at the icons, feeling more exposed and embarrassed with every moment. You need to pick something, quick!\n\n<hr>\n[[Octopus.|HaroldHorse9x3]]\n\n[[Dog.|HaroldHorsePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Wavy Black Stuff.|HaroldHorsePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Wavy Green Stuff.|HaroldHorsePlaceholder]]

You spot an icon of an octopus. Maybe that's someone's idea of being funny labeling the bathroom? Like, guys have a "tentacle"? Or it's where you send stuff down to the briney deep, yar-har-har?\n\nWhatever it is, you take a chance and dart through the door, letting it close behind you. You stare blankly as, instead of finding yourself in a bathroom, you're now standing on a catwalk over some huge water tank. What the heck? You stare back and forth, wondering how this place even fits in the building you were just in.\n\nBefore you can ponder much further, the water below you churns, and a long, thick black tentacle shoots up and grabs your ankle. You yelp, dropping your things as you're yanked off of the catwalk and into the air, held about ten feet below the surface of the water. More tentacles wrap around your ankles and wrists, holding you verticle and spread-eagled. You've barely even begun to start processing what's happening when a fifth tentacle crams itself up your ass. You scream, your eyes going wide as it starts pumping into you, trying to get even deeper. Your cock, conditioned by the recent fucking session with the mascots, immediately jerks to full erection, swaying and bobbling chaotically in the air as the tentacles writh around with you in their grip.\n\nThe tentacle in your ass is swirling around against your inner walls, and you can hear sloppy, slimy noises even as you start to lose focus to the pleasure. But a moment of clarity breaks through: Herschel's cum! This thing must be attracted to the mascot cum in your ass!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to push it out!|HaroldHorse15x1]]\n\n[[That'll never work, it's in too deep already!|HaroldHorse9x4]]

You leave a single keycard on the desk in front of Coach Morrison and leave her to finish up the polite chatter with the desk manager, heading back out to the bus to start calling out pairs of names and room numbers. While you're doing so, you notice Coach Morrison arrive to snag the bus keys and her bag before leaving again. It does take a little while to get everyone paired up, but finally you hand a grateful Hanna a pair of keycards before you head off to room 101.\n\nWhen you step into the room, Coach Morrison has already unzipped her bag and is rummaging around in it. She glances up at you and grins lopsidedly. "I kinda wondered why you only left one key."\n\n"Hanna really hates having anyone in the same room with her when she's asleep," you explain. "I hope you don't mind...?"\n\n"No, it's perfectly fine. Come in and get settled, roomie." She hauls out a pair of thin drawstring pants and a tanktop and tosses them over her shoulder. "You mind if I use the shower first, though?" \n\n"Nope!" You smile and give her a nod as she heads into the bathroom, closing the door behind herself. You're left to putter around the room, considering your various options.\n\n<b>[[Peek on Coach Morrison|CheerMotel]]</b>: You noticed she didn't lock the door when she went in. It's not that you're a perv, you don't want to drool over her naked body, but you <i>are</i> sort of curious. She's always wearing track suits and sweats... you kind of wonder if she's hiding something, like piercings or a tattoo or surprisingly huge boobs or something.\n\n<b>[[Check out public access|CheerMotel]]</b>: You know sometimes local TV has really weird late-night programming on their public access stations. Maybe you can catch some guy ranting about how lizard aliens killed JFK or some lady showing you the proper way to cook shoes.\n\n<b>[[Pay-Per-View|CheerMotel4x1]]</b>: You notice a leaflet laying on top of the TV and peruse it. It looks like the cable company is running a special promotion where movies ordered are free and don't even show up on your bill. Today is well within the date range it lists, might be a good chance to peek at something naughty if Coach turns out to be a long shower-er. And even if she starts to come out you can always just change the channel, it's not like she'll catch you doing anything pervy to yourself...

Figuring that anything that tried to get at you would make some noise long before it got close, you elect to settle into sleep. You find that you're quite the light sleeper anyway, and awaken twice through the night. Once when an owl lands on a nearby branch, the two of you staring at each other for several minutes before it finally departs. The second when some amazon-looking sorts go by beneath you, you remaining still and watching as well as you can until they're well out of sight. They do seem to be wearing clothes and wielding spears... dang, you probably had an outfit in that tent.\n\nAfter each incident you fall back asleep, and finally awake again at the feel of the sun on your face. Amanda shifts atop you, making a small noise and opening her eyes. At first she looks frightened to see you, then a shy, pleased smile replaces it. That too turns into a look of shock, her face going red as her thighs press around your morning erection.\n\nYou muffle the small noise you make at feeling the cotton of her shift and the smooth skin of her thighs on your raging hardon, and clear your throat. "Sorry. Morning thing." Apparently that's true for barbarian shemales from strange fantasy worlds as well as normal guys from the suburbs.\n\nSilently, she gives a little nod, seeming relieved when you carefully disentangle from her. Climbing down the tree takes much longer than going up it did... partly because helping Amanda down is much more difficult than pulling her up it was, partly because your cock apparently refuses to go down until you've at least had a pee, and you simply refuse to do that in front of your already skittish companion.\n\nFinally the two of you are on the ground, and both excuse yourself to different sides of the path. Then you begin making your way through the woods, making sure to divert from the path you saw the other amazons taking.\n\n"Eirk, where are we going?" Amanda asks uncertainly after about an hour, apparently having taken some time to work up the nerve to question you.\n\nYou almost take the new opportunity to correct her, but decide not to bother. Whoever heard of a tattooed shemale warrior named Eric, anyway? Still, it's a very good question that needs an answer...\n\n<hr>\n[[Fake it, you'll get SOMEwhere eventually.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Admit you don't know.|ShemaleBarbarian3x4]]

You decide that getting off of the ground would probably be the best idea. After all, if anyone comes looking, they might pass right by underneath you. You prowl around the immediate area looking for a suitable tree, and eventually find one. Clambering up with all the dexterity of a cat, you occasionally reach down to haul your companion up behind you, making sure the nervous girl has her feet under her on a branch before you get higher up. Finally arriving in a natural cradle formed of branches, you pull her up on top of you.\n\nHer body flops atop yours, and feels quite nice, large, firm breasts pressing against yours through the cotton, lithe young body naturally falling into a rather lusty pose atop you with a leg raised up to press along your hip. Her eyes widen and a scarlet blush colors her entire face, before she again begins to look frightened.\n\n"Sorry, think you'll have to put up with it," you murmur, unable to help grinning a bit. "I promise, though, I won't do anything." 'Unless you ask,' you mentally add.\n\nAfter a moment, she nods, and even settles down a little on top of you. You concentrate your will on not physically reacting to the feel of her on top fo you and practically nuzzling your shoulder.\n\n"What's your name?" you ask suddenly, partly to help keep your mind off of the physical sensations.\n\n"Hm? Oh! I'm Amanda. Amanda Kleinhomm."\n\n"I'm Eric," you reply, not bothering to include your family name. You'd already decided to leave it behind when you ran away from home.\n\n"Eirk? I am... so glad... that you..." She yawns and goes limp atop you, exhaustion finally overcoming her before you can correct her pronunciation.\n\n<hr>\n[[Catch some sleep too.|ShemaleBarbarian3x3]]\n\n[[Stay awake and on guard all night.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

Deciding you're in the mood for something soft and fuzzy and with tits bigger than her head, you select Britanny Diggers as your next target, quickly keying through the popup of 'No other targets may be returned from this mission! Mission will auto-fail under certain circumstances! An auto-fail will leave you at the prey's mercy for a certain time before you are recalled!' since that's just for other Bounty Hunters, really. The wall panels slide open, slender robotic arms bearing weapons emerging and proffering them to you, along with holographic placards naming and detailing them.\n\n<<if $mbbrit is false>><img src=https://i.imgur.com/j14UdI1.jpg?1><br>[[Misogybot Rifle|CapBrit-MBRStart]] - It won't actually turn the target into a robot. Rather its blasts are an electromagnetic field containing a number of nanobots that will enter the target's brain and form new, artificial neural pathways that will induce a state of mild euphoria and reinforce any and all ideas that the target's only value is as a sex object.<<endif>><<if $botbrit is false>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/vASszwX.jpg?1><br>[[Plasticine Pistol|CapBrit-PPStart]] - Three shots with this pistol will turn the target into a literal sexbot. All three are necessary for full conversion, but be warned, the mind wipe is contained in the third blast; after the second, the target will be stronger and faster than normal!<<endif>><<if $plushbrit is false>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/IGew3FQ.png?1><br>[[Vulcanizer|CapBrit-PlushStart]] - The Vulcanizer fires blobs of a heavy rubber-like substance. Once the target is completely covered with them, they will soak into the target's body and turn it completely into an immobile rubber sex doll.<<endif>><<if $slutbrit is false>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/wCVxHAk.jpg?1><br>[[Reconditioning Rifle|CapBrit-RRStart]] - This rifle actually doesn't do the reconditioning. Instead it's a simple dart rifle, with the dart delivering a payload that contains a combination mild tranquilizer, mild aphrodisiac, and transporter beacon. Once the latter activates, you and the target will be transported to the reconditioning room, where the target will be modified. Only carries one shot.<<endif>><<if $slavebrit is false>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/LDrqfg2.jpg?1><br>[[Collar Crossbow|CapBrit-CCStart]] - This weapon will fire a slave collar at the target. The collar will compel obedience and prevent acts of hostility or disruption towards the owner, but will not otherwise alter the target's personality or attitude.<<endif>><<if $furrayunlocked is true and $furbrit is false>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/ElV5rUA.jpg?1><br>[[FurRay|CapBrit-FRStart]] - Developed by Doctor Gina Diggers (unwillingly) using data from her sister, the energy of this pistol induces a form of lycanthropy based on the target's genes. Their intelligence will decrease and become "feral", and they will also go into heat; immediately satisfying this heat will secure their loyalty. (Wait, seriously, this is an option for Britanny? Huh, wonder what it'll do.)<<endif>><<if $mbbrit is true and $botbrit is true and $plushbrit is true and $slutbrit is true and $slavebrit is true and $furbrit is true>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/91yiQvg.jpg?2>[[Waifu Wand|CapBrit-WaifuStart]] - This simple device projects a neural field that creates associations in the target's brain, marking the wielder as someone they have a deep and abiding affection for. This affection will override any and all questions of the target's own preferences or morality, and is permanent. (Any resemblance to a real-life product is both intentional and hilarious.)<<endif>>\n\n<<if $mbbrit is true and $botbrit is true and $plushbrit is true and $slutbrit is true and $slavebrit is true and $furrayunlocked is false and $britcomplete is false>>There is one more weapon to capture Britanny with, but you haven't unlocked it yet. Return to the [[mission room|Capture-MissionRoom]] and explore per<b>sis</>tently.<<else if $britcomplete is true>>Hey you shouldn't be here, this character's complete, go back to the [[mission room|Capture-MissionRoom]].<<endif>>

"I mean... I like girls plenty," you murmur, blushing brightly and unable to help glancing at her chest even as you say it.\n\n"Oh good!" she chirps, eyes twinkling as she turns and heads for the bathroom. "I'll be right back then."\n\n... Buh? It... it sounds like... well, it sounds like she actually wants to fuck you. After a second you settle back onto the bed a little, slipping the dildo out of yourself and setting it aside since you're not sure what else to do. You were expecting to get screamed at and kicked out, possibly even without your clothes or belongings. Instead it looks like she was... turned on? And was hoping you wanted to fuck her? Has your life turned into a cheesy low-effort porno or something?\n\nRei returns after a second, unscrewing the cap of what looks like a commercial pill bottle and then popping something from it into her mouth, making you blink. You'd started to expect her to come back with a strapon, or maybe a hookup for the dildo you'd already used, but instead she's taking... what, an antacid? Or is it some kind of drug? She does seem to be moaning and squirming softly in place, her eyes closed lightly, before she opens them and grins. Tossing the bottle onto a nearby chair, she walks over to the side of the bed and reaches down to lift up the front of her skirt. "Tada~!"\n\nYour eyes widen at what she's obviously intending to show you. Now bulging out the front of her white tights is... well, it's very obviously a large pair of balls and a thick, hard shaft. Though the material has stretched to cover her sack, the shaft is obviously straining it some, pushing the front of the bottoms out enough to give a glimpse of her crotch and the hefty thing attached to it, a slight wet spot starting to appear at the tip (to match the larger one between her legs below her balls).\n\n"It's pretty perfect, right?" Rei coos, reaching up to touch the jewel on the front of her chest ribbon. The white part of her costume glimmers and then just sort of pops like a soap bubble made of light, letting her tits spring free and jiggle with the motion as she's left in just the collar, skirt, tiara, gloves, and heels. Of course, her cock also drops and wobbles back and forth, her balls doing the same... both smooth and flawless and very pretty. You have to admit it's the most feminine dick you've ever seen. "If you've got a cute boy who likes it in the butt, but also likes girls, then futa is the way to go, hmmm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Obviously!|HLSenshi23x3]]\n\n[[No, too weird, you're out.|HLSenshi]]

"I haven't got much on me, as you can see," you reply, making a show of gesturing to yourself. His eyes do follow you, so you continue pouring on the charm. "But everything I have is authentically crafted by the Spear Amazons. Rare finds that no merchant is likely to get from trade or loot... you'd be the very first one to be able to trade in them. The piercings, and this, a, uh... love collar. The clasp is designed so that only your lover can easily put it on or take it off... you could always put it on a nicer band, if you wanted."\n\n"Ha! You talk like a merchant born, wildwoman!" the fat man says with a bark of laughter. He spends several moments looking you over, then finally grins. "Your salesmanship has won me over. I'll give you some clothing to cover your heathen body, and a ride to Adarode, but no more than that, mind! And I expect you to help defend my goods if we're attacked!"\n\n"Yeah, sure," you agree. Seems fair enough, after all... if he's attacked you'll have to defend yourself, anyway. He calls back into the wagon, and after a moment a male hand passes him some folded garments that he tosses you. You excuse yourself to the semi-privacy of the treeline where you can still keep an eye on Amanda to change.\n\nIt takes you a few minutes to figure out how to remove the barbells without breaking them, but finally you manage. You unfasten the collar from around your thigh, and find a few ornaments in your hair that you remove as well. The clothing turns out to be a simple, tough pair of pants and a simple pullover shirt... not exactly high-fashion and a bit ill-fitting, but he at least gave you a belt to keep the trousers up.\n\nWhen you return to the wagon, Amanda looks relieved and pleased to see you... and rather happier to see you clothed. You're not sure whether to be offended about that or not... you ought to feel relieved to no longer be swinging in the breeze, but you actually feel a bit disappointed. You felt kind of... natural... that way.\n\nThe two of you climb up into the back of the wagon, and are introduced to the scowling visage of the merchant's dark, burly bodyguard. The merchant is a bit more cheerful, and introduces himself as Jacob Helfer, and the big man riding with you as simply Hod. Maybe big tough people in this world only go by one name... suits you fine.\n\nYou only travel for about another hour before the merchant pulls the wagon to the side of the road and directs Hod to make camp, which mostly consists of a bedroll for the merchant and making a fire. The merchant shares some jerky and water, which are surprisingly tasty after a day of fasting. Then it's time to turn in.\n\n<hr>\n[[You don't completely trust these two. Sleep near Amanda, to be safe.|ShemaleBarbarian3x8]]\n\n[[Maybe Amanda needs her space. Sleep a bit apart.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

"We need some supplies, or a ride to Adarode. Preferably both," you answer. You think you detect a hint of relief in the set of Amanda's shoulders as you speak up.\n\n"Indeed? That's several days' journey, and supplies would not be cheap... all I have is destined for men who have already paid, I would have to make many an excuse," the merchant replies, dramatically raising his eyebrows. "What would you have to offer in trade?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Barter with your jewelry and the collar.|ShemaleBarbarian3x7]]\n\n[[Barter with your body.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Barter with Amanda's body.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

"Yeah, sorry I didn't think of it earlier," you reply, turning to her fully and stepping over. "Here, let me."\n\nThe clasp isn't that difficult to get off from this angle... it was obviously pretty cleverly designed to be difficult to get off by the wearer, though. You take it off and eye it for a moment, then fasten it around one of your thighs. At Amanda's curious look, you shrug. "We don't have much to barter with. Maybe someone will buy it."\n\n"Ah. I suppose you're right," she agrees with a nod.\n\nIt's quite late in the afternoon by the time the two of you finally find the road. The sides of it have been paved, and someone is obviously working on adding paving stones a bit at a time, but the center is still just packed earth. Amanda indicates which direction Adarode is in and the two of you set off walking.\n\nIt's almost night when you hear a wagon rattling along the road. The two of you stop and turn back, waiting for its approach. You really wish you'd thought to improvise some clothing at some point, but too late now. Amanda also looks embarrassed, but puts a firm expression on her face and raises her chin as the wagon draws up. At first you don't think it will stop, but it does, the large, middle-aged, well-dressed man at the driver's seat pulling on the reins of his team of horses. He rubs his large bushy mustache with his finger and thumb as he looks at you.\n\n"My my, what have we here? A pretty young lass and a wild... woman? What are the two of you doing out here by the road, looking as if you're waiting for help?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Do the talking.|ShemaleBarbarian3x6]]\n\n[[Let Amanda do the talking.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

"I'm not sure," you admit after a few moments' thought. "I was mostly just focusing on getting you away from that camp."\n\n"I had heard your people were newly come to these lands, it is true," Amanda replies thoughtfully, apparently not thinking anything strange about your admission. "But if we head east, I believe we will come to a trade road. Perhaps there we could barter for essentials, or even passage to Adarode, the nearest city. From there I will be able to contact friends of my family."\n\n"Sounds good," you agree, glancing upward. Hoping the sun moves in the same pattern it does back in your world, you align yourself towards the east and set off.\n\n"You are much different than I thought you would be, Eirk." Amanda's voice is still a bit tentative when she speaks up again, but it's warmer now, happier. "I had heard... well, I do not mean to offend, but I had heard that the Spear Amazons were like animals. Certainly the others in your camp were very frightening, terrifying me into obeying them and offering myself to you. I... I admit I am curious why you decided to help me escape."\n\n"Guess you could say I just suddenly woke up a whole different person," you reply wryly, shaking your head.\n\n"I am glad of it... but, might I ask you, could you... could you remove this collar?" Amanda comes to a stop, tugging at the leather collar around her neck. "I have found difficulty working the clasp, and..." She trails off. Clearly she was worrying you might still have some intention of keeping her in servitude. It sounds like you could probably refuse and she'd go along with it, and... you have to admit it is kind of hot...\n\n<hr>\n[[No, Amanda is her own person. The collar comes off.|ShemaleBarbarian3x5]]\n\n[[She just looks way too damn hot in it. Leave it on.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

Oh, you definitely have to give this one a spin, you think with a smirk as you select the character icon. Clearly and obviously based on perhaps the most famous of already lewd fighting game characters, you nevertheless went ahead and wrote Rapeball a short independent bio, defining him as the solidified essence of lust and depravity from a demon plane. A largely formless being whose only purpose is to do wicked, deviant things to his victims, in other words. To that end there's very little that he <i>can't</i> do, and you're looking forward to giving the sheer possibilities of him a spin. It will be a little more complicated since you have less preprogrammed moves for him, but since what he can do is largely limited only by your own thoughts, well, you expect you'll have a lot of fun with him. Well, it, really.\n\nYou slide into the character model, becoming interested in how it perceives the world. You simultaneously see, hear, smell, and taste everything around you, not that there's a lot of that to do here in the black void of character selection. Luckily Rapeball's thought patterns are designed to take delight in virtually anything, or you wonder what it would be like to both rub up against and taste some of the various stages. Of course, if you want to focus any of your senses, it's as simple as willing yourself to form an eyeball, or a mouth with a big fat tongue, or any of it. But you are now a round, deep blue sphere bouncing in place, your lower part squishing as you impact the 'floor' and then propelling you back into the air, where you wobble in a motion not unlike an anime breast. The motion in itself is rather amusing... but! Time to actually pick out a victim, and first, you can start by picking the series they're from.\n\n[[Final Fantasy VII|GG-FF-RB-FF7]]\n\n[[King of Fighters|GG-FF-RB-KoF]]\n\n[[Sailor Moon|GG-FF-RB-SM]]\n\n[[Street Fighter|GG-FF-RB-SF]]\n\n[[Darkstalkers|GG-FF-RB-DS]]

Eventually you can't hold back the draconic urges roaring inside you anymore. Growling lowly, you direct your armor to shift away from your crotch, letting your body form the cock it desperately wants to use to violate your helpless prey. Your crotch shifts, growing a leathery black sack that hangs heavy below a slit from which extends a cock... long, almost steaming hot, a deep red and practically dripping with moisture, the tip pointed, the upper and lower parts ridged with back-angled bumps not unlike the dorsal spines of the dragon whose member it must be modeled after.\n\nThe Drow girl gives a little shriek of surprise and fear as she feels it rubbing against her, then screams muffledly into your hand as you thrust up, the pointed tip of your prick tearing through the crotch of her panties and plunging deep into her pussy from the very first thrust. You hiss smugly in her ear as you begin pumping your hips, fucking into her roughly from the word go, working your body against hers and letting your tits press against her own back even as hers are rubbed and squashed against the wall by your thrusts. She cries and whimpers against your fingers, but gradually something like moans start to slip through them... you can feel more moisture around your prick than just its own natural slickness could account for, and feel her squeezing around you. Figures dragon cocks would be designed to stimulate females they raped into enjoying themselves, wouldn't it?\n\nSmirking, you even drag your tongue up the side of her neck, making her shiver as you pound into her. "Yes, like that dragon cock, don't you, bitch?" you hiss right in one of her long, backswept ears, seeing her shiver again at the words and give another protesting moan. You shift your stance and start thrusting into her faster, actually lifting her up off her feet a bit, leaving her even more completely at your mercy as you pump into her increasingly eager cunt even as she tries to shake her head in denial. You let your hips slap against her ass beneath her now bunched-up skirt as you start really putting more strength into it, making her cry out and, by the feel of it, cum a little with every thrust.\n\nA large part of you wants to impregnate her, breed her, make her big and round with your children, turn her into an egg factory. The other part urges you not to... no longer because of morality, that part of you has faded away in the feel of unwilling but very eager Drow pussy around your prick. No, it says she's not worthy to bear your spawn, you can do better, make stronger children... and thus servants... elsewhere.\n\n<hr>\n[[Knock her up.|BlackDra1x3]]\n\n[[Don't.|BlackDra]]

"Right, let's go," you agree, feeling your heart leap at the sparkle your words put in her eyes.\n\nYou follow her through the streets, occasionally glaring at anyone who looks at her in a particular way or seems like they might like to bump up against her. While no longer naked and pierced by bones, you're apparently still intimidating enough that most of them give you a wide berth. Frankly you're glad of it... the whole place <i>stinks</i>. That's one thing that apparently doesn't get put into many fantasy movies... midevil-era cities smell! Everyone else seems to take it for granted, so you do your best as well.\n\nEventually you arrive at what's obviously the better part of town. The stink's even a little less bad here. Amanda raises a hand to work the ornate knocker shaped like a lion's head, and almost immediately the door is opened by a pretty woman in a long black dress and white apron.\n\n"I've no idea what your business is here, but you'd best-" The maid's eyes open wide. "Miss Amanda! Why, look at you! What happened?! Get in off the street this moment, you poor thing!" She bustles Amanda inside and gives you a dirty look when you follow after, but doesn't actually try to protest.\n\n"The caravan I was traveling with got ambushed near the Weeping Hills, Marta," Amanda replies with a tired smile. "Spear Amazons captured or killed everyone. But their leader, Eirk, was kind to me and helped me escape," she adds, gesturing to you.\n\n"A Spear Amazon? In my house?" Marta's hand flies up to cover her mouth, while you try not to scowl at how she's conveniently missing the part about how you rescued Amanda.\n\n"Please, Marta, is Karey in? I've been on the road for almost a week after the escape, and I need her help to get home."\n\n"Oh, what am I thinking, of course child, sit yourself down. And, um, your... friend... too." Marta eyes you like she'd really rather ask you to leave, but then bustles out of the room.\n\n<hr>\n[[Voice your irritation with Marta.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[It's no big deal, keep your mouth shut.|ShemaleBarbarian3x10]]

<img src=https://i.imgur.com/lsBPkMS.jpg>\n\nAs your power grows from more and more players being captured here, the food you eat in the simulation will eventually be as nourishing as the real thing, if not moreso. For now, though, it's basically a place to relax, and enjoy putting a few slaves to work bustling around as waitresses and cooks. \n\nThe kitchen area proper is in a sunken area and enclosed by a glass wall and door, allowing you to look down and watch your servants at work. The table itself is normally sunken into the floor, giving you more room to walk about and observe, but on command will rise up and to the side, settling into place and giving room to sit and eat properly. Another enclosed area above the kitchen area contains a small bar and smoking lounge, where of course you can enjoy more of your pretty servants waiting on you hand and foot.\n\n<hr>\n[[Upper Level.|Capture-HabUL]]

"What you are is a sexy little slut, and I'm gonna fuck you," you murmur in her ear, grabbing the front of her shirt and yanking, popping the clasps open and spilling those big tits free, making her yelp again in surprise and then stifle a moan as you grab the bare orbs directly, doing a slow, firm knead of them.\n\n"N-no way," Ranma protests, shaking her head, her breathing having gotten faster as she squirms in your grip. "You're... you're crazy, I'm... I'm a guy!"\n\n"You're a girl, and you're going to get fucked in your wet pussy," you murmur back, dropping your hands and sliding them along her hips below her pants and boxers, nudging the already loose garments down so that they drop to the floor. You bring one hand back up to resume kneading one of her tits, while your other tucks between her legs, stroking back and forth along her damp slit. "See? It's all wet and ready for me."\n\n"Eric, stop," the redhead whimpers, closing her eyes tightly as she shudders at the pleasure of you playing with her pussy.\n\n"Mmm, gonna fuck this nice, hot cunt and make you cum your brains out. Maybe, if you're a good little slut, I'll fuck your ass for you too," you murmur, leaning forward to press your teeth to her earlobe and tug lightly. You slip her shirt off of her shoulders and let it drop down her mostly limp arms, leaving her naked, before you turn her around to face you, grinning wickedly down at her. "But first." Pushing down on her shoulders, you force her to her knees, leaving her to stare wide-eyed as you push your own pants down and step out of them, revealing your stiff prick swaying in front of her face. "First you're gonna suck this for me."\n\n"N-no way," she protests again, but the words come out feebly, as if she already knew that she was going to be taking your cock in her mouth. Indeed, though she presses her lips together at first as you rub the tip against them, smearing pre against the pink flesh, after a few moments her lips slowly part, allowing you to push between them. You slide the head of your cock into the redhead's mouth, mming softly. Her small hands come up to rest on your hips, squeezing lightly, you're not sure whether in some unrealized attempt to push you away or just to balance herself a bit.\n\n"Now use your tongue," you prompt, smiling down at her. There's another moment of stillness before Ranma hesitantly starts working her tongue against your cockhead, little rubs and strokes at first, gradually starting to evolve into swirls around it. "There we go, there's a good slut," you murmur encouragingly, shifting your hand to rest on the back of her head. You start lightly urging her to move forward, making her slide those pretty pink lips further down your shaft, her tongue now working over the underside of it almost constantly. As she balks at the tip of your cock nudging the opening of her throat, an audible quag escaping as she tries to pull back, you exert just a bit of pressure to keep her from pulling back too much. "C'mon now, you can take it all, get your lips around the base of it baby."\n\nThough her expression remains one of trepidation and almost confusion, any other resistance from Ranma gradually fades as she continues bobbing her head over your cock, her slender throat eventually bulging out as she manages to take it down far enough. You moan softly, encouraging her with, "There's a good little cocksucker," as you feel the tightness of her throat spreading around your prick, seeing her cheeks flush at the praise. She wiggles her head around as she keeps pushing forward, her lips finally pressing around the root of her cock as her blue eyes look up at you. Moaning, you urge her back and slip out of her mouth, your cock dripping with her spit as you nudge her down, your voice a hoarse whisper as you murmur, "Lick my balls, whore, go on," in a fond tone.\n\nThis time there's barely any hesitation before her tongue lolls out and starts washing over the skin of your sack, and even without direction she sucks one of your balls into her mouth, working her tongue around it between her lips before letting it loose and moving over to the other one. After she spends awhile washing your balls you nudge her back and slide into her mouth again, this time pushing all the way back in without either of you taking a pause, your spit-shined balls soon resting on her chin as you fuck into her mouth lightly. A few minutes later you moan and pull back, wrapping a hand around your shaft and stroking it as you splatter thick, hot blasts of cum all over her face. (Apparently not voluminous or hot enough to change her back, though, obviously, even as the redhead moans softly from having her face painted.)\n\n"You ready for me to fuck your pussy, slut?" you ask with another grin once she's brought her hands up, either having wiped away most of the cum or just smeared it into her skin. She hesitates once more, worrying her lower lip, then nods slowly, laying onto her back and tentatively spreading her legs for you. Settling down between her legs you lean forward, letting your chest press against those fat tits as you nibble at her neck, making her moan again, which turns into a gasp as you start pushing into her dripping cunt. Her legs twitch, then actually wrap around you as you slide completely inside, your hips working a bit to make sure you're really balls-deep inside her before you start pumping, feeling her writhe beneath you and moan freely now, her arms wrapping around you as well, one clenching in your hair and the other pressing to your back. "What are you?" you whisper into her ear just before sucking at the skin beneath it.\n\n"I'm... I'm a girl," Ranma gasps out, her pussy fluttering around your cock as she apparently has a small orgasm just from saying the words. Her hips start bucking up against you more eagerly, legs working to help encourage your own thrusts into her.\n\n"Mm-mmmm," you murmur half-negatingly, ducking your head to lick across the front of her throat, making her whimper. You start thrusting faster, rocking her against the floor lightly, her tits jiggling a bit beneath the pressure of your chest from the impact of your hips. "What are you?" you growl playfully, rolling your hips to make sure she feels the impact of every thrust.\n\n"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Ranma cries out with your thrusts, before it's almost as if one of them cracks the last barrier and she cries out, "I'm your slut! I'm your slutty bitch, I'm your whore, fuck me, please fuck me!" as her pussy squeezes and gushes around you, the quaking of her short body enough to have you moaning and spilling deep inside her. A few moments later she flops out limply, breathing hard, her tits heaving as you sit up, her skin lightly glistening with a layer of sweat. You stroke your cock a few times as it slips out of her, a few last spurts spattering across the smooth front of her crotch as the rest of your load dribbles out of her pussy.\n\nWow, that worked great. But now what...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep fucking her into complete sluttiness.|RanTat]]\n\n[[It's a good start to a harem of eager sluts!|RanTat]]\n\n[[This is enough for now. Take a break.|RanTat]]

"Hhhha... milk us, please," you beg while briefly slipping your mouth off of her right nut, your tongue still sticking out and dripping a long string of saliva. "Mmmmilk us!"\n\n"Mmmoooooooo, mmmmmillllk us!" Kevin lows in agreement, before both of you fasten your mouths back on her sack, eagerly sucking at it like hungry calfs.\n\n"Oh myyyy," Tandy breathes, sighing happily in pleasure. Then she leans down, snagging you each by the upper arm and pulling you to your feet. "Alright then my little cow-boys, right this way and we'll get you milked!"\n\nYou half-stumble along beside her, panting heavily, feeling your udder wobble and rub along your cock, which leaves smears of pre against the soft pink flesh. Tandy guides you both into a back room and through another door, where there are several strange racks and gatherings of equipment. "You first, I think," Tandy says, releasing you and turning to Kevin, leaning forward to yank his jeans the rest of the way down. Once she's gotten them and his shoes and socks off, she nudges him forward towards one of the areas. You watch, tugging at your prick and one of your teats, as she bends Kevin forward, guiding his neck into the larger padded half-ring in a metal bar, pulling his wrists up to set them into smaller ones at the sides.\n\n"Mmmmooooooo," Kevin moans eagerly, wiggling in place as Tandy lowers the swingtop of the bar, latching it into place and effectively forming a set of stocks. Kevin's udder hangs down freely now, the overful pink sack sloshing with his movements as Tandy fastens more restraints into place around his arms, chest, and legs. When she's finished he's held almost suspended in a bent-over position, toes barely on the floor and bare ass held high, hairless balls and stiff prick angled down between his slightly spread legs, framed by the pink backdrop of his udder. "Mmmmmilllk me?" he pleads as Tandy kneels down behind him, her massive tits swaying with her motions as she gathers up a handful of long plastic sheaths with clear tubes attached to the end of them.\n\nYou bite your lower lip in impatient arousal as you watch Tandy bring one of the clear plastic caps up to one of Kevin's teats. You can actually see the long, pink thing wobble a little before it's sucked in, the sheath sliding up along it, Kevin letting out a distintly inhuman low as his teat is sheathed in the suction cup which already begins wobbling around a little, milk rushing into the bottom of it and trickling along the tube. Tandy smiles as one by one she sheaths the other three as well, leaving you moaning in frustration at how good Kevin must feel actually getting milked, your hands tugging futilely at your own teats as you watch the milk flow through the tubes and up to the top of a large, clear cylinder where it splashes in, gradually spreading out to cover the bottom. You lick your lips as you watch Tandy give Kevin's prick several long, soothing strokes, right before sliding a larger clear plastic sheath over it. The rubber ring at the end of it quickly seals around the base of Kevin's prick, and he lets out a more distinctly human, but still utterly incoherent moan of pleasure as the suction starts, his cock swelling against the sides of the sheath and starting to spurt long, thick ropes of white into the bottom of it, all of which are quickly sucked through the tube and dribbled into the same container as the milk.\n\n"And now you, darling," Tandy coos as she turns back to you, shuffling over still on her knees and smiling up at you as she tugs down your jeans. "Pooooor little cow-boy, having to wait while I hooked up your friend," she says with an exaggerated pout as she wiggles the jeans off of your feet along with your shoes. But she grins as she leans forward and slides one of your teats several inches into your mouth, making you let out a long mooan as she suckles at it, swallowing down some of the milk. But she quickly pulls back, rising to her feet as she adds, "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you. You'll be the one I fuck first, once I get you all hooked up," she adds cheerfully as she leads you to the stall-esque area next to Kevin's.\n\nYou're quivering with excitement as Tandy nudges you into place and then urges you to bend forward, your udder dropping down to hang heavily, sloshing some with its burden of milk. You flex your fingers some in anticipation as the bar is lowered, locking your head and wrist into place, the rubber padding still rather cool and somewhat squishy against your skin. You feel the tightness of the other cuffs being locked into place around you, guiding you into that same suspended, ass-lifted position as you saw Kevin in. Once she's done, you're effectively incapable of moving... it's somehow neither comfortable nor uncomfortable, just slightly in between the two. Then you can hear the plastic sheaths clinking together and you whimper in anticipation, before letting out an ecstatic "Mmmmoooooooooooooo!" as one slips over one of your teats and starts sucking. Soon your udder is jiggling lightly with the suction pattern of the milking machine, teats wobbling beneath it sheathed in their clear plastic cups, tubes shaking beneath them as they pump your milk into the clear cannister to joan Kevin's. You squeal in pleasure as the larger sheath is slipped over your cock, feeling yourself practically expanding to fill the entire plastic cylinder as you start cumming, spurting your jizz into the tubes with the rest.\n\n"There we go, all hooked up! Now, here's your reward for waiting so properly, little cow-boy," Tandy coos, tugging her dress down in top to free her massive tits, then stepping up behind you, rubbing her cock across your pert, raised, vulnerable ass before aiming the tip at your pucker. She slowly starts pushing inside, making you mooan loudly again as she slides deeper and deeper into you, inch after inch of cock slipping into your ass. Finally her balls touch against yours, and that seems to be her signal to start fucking you, her slender, girlish hands running up and down your back as she pounds your ass. Your eyes roll up in your head, your tongue lolling out as you cum and milk all the harder into the suction tubes, your balls having just as endless an amount of cum as your udder apparently has milk. "Mooooo! Mooooo! Moooooo!" you gasp out, your vision almost whiting out as your overlapping multiple orgasms culminate in an incredibly strong one at the feeling of Tandy's cock swelling inside you and spurting a thick load of cum into your ass.\n\nYou settle against your restraints more heavily, panting and gasping and mooing, as she slips out of you and steps aside. You can't turn your head all that much, but you can just enough to see out of the corner of your eye as Tandy pushes her cum-smeared cock into Kevin's ass next, your fellow cow-boy letting out a pleasured half-human noise as she slides deep in and starts fucking him. You watch Tandy's huge breasts shake with her motions as her hips slap against his ass, his udder and cock shaking harder underneath him with the impacts, milk and cum practically gushing out into the tubes. You hear him give out a long, animal moo of his own as Tandy thrusts forward and presses her hips to his ass, then lets out a soft 'whew' as she pulls back, cock smeared and dripping with white.\n\n"You two are going to be a just wonderful addition to my shop," she chirps as she tugs her dress back into place, wiggling it over her tits again and flipping the front of the skirt over to conceal her now half-hard cock, the bulge it makes in the fabric gradually lessening and then disappearing. "A source of fresh creamy milk, extra high in protein!" she says with a giggle. "Just great for more milkshakes. But! I need to get back to manning the store. I'll see you two tonight," she adds with a glance at the quarter-full cannister, before sashaying away, leaving the two of you locked into position in your stalls. "Make sure to make lots and lots of milk for Mama Tandy, little cow-boys!" she calls back as the door closes behind her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|QOKevScheme7xEnd]]

'Extremely moderate' is probably just corporate-speak for 'don't drink the whole can'. If it was really dangerous they probably wouldn't be legally allowed to let a human person test it, right? So you pour the Guarana Gator into the cup, noting its mostly clear with a slight greenish tinge color. The scent definitely isn't anything you could recommend... there's that distinct energy drink 'tang' from what's probably the taurine and gensing and whatever else is shoved in these to convince people they're not a nightmare for their bodies, but there's also a slight musty, swampy odor. (Maybe that's why they picked an alligator?) Oh well, it's probably still not the least appealing thing you've ever drank. (You were once desperate for a mixed drink at an almost played-out party and made a spiced rum and diet orange cream soda.) Still, since you've never particularly enjoyed the taste of energy drinks anyway, best not to let it spend any more time on your tongue than necessary, and you quickly gulp down the contents of the cup in several large swallows.\n\nObviously you aren't really expecting any immediate results... it should take even a few moments for the sugar/caffeine buzz to kick in, after all. Except that within seconds you can feel your heart starting to pound, and it's almost as if you become aware of your blood pumping through your veins. You stumble slightly away from the pedestal, barely even noticing as it quickly retracts into the floor. You begin to feel hot and tingly, and as a rather strange side effect, your cock is suddenly and rather insistently rock hard in your pants, feeling like it's practically straining at your zipper. Your muscles twitch, making you jerk several times in place... and then the tingling grows as your muscles expand and swell, growing larger and bulkier by the moment, quickly filling out your shirt and pants and starting to strain at them enough that your newly defined musculature is actually visible through the fabric.\n\nBut that's not the only thing that's still growing. Your cock actually feels like it's getting harder... and longer, and thicker. Within moments it's no longer straining at your zipper but popping it open, jutting outward through your stretched underwear, growing longer and longer until they're forcing the cloth into your steadily more toned and defined ass. And then your throbbing, tingling, growing prick actually tears through the cloth, jutting out into the open air and spilling forth your enlarged balls. The stretching of the fly of your pants around the root of your dick soon causes them to pop the button, and as if that were a signal the rest of the seams and threads of your clothing begin to give way, revealing even more of your ever more musculature physique as you grow not only more toned, but taller and wider.\n\nBut as your clothes pop and tear away, you can see other changes beginning. Your skin begins to take on a pebbled, leathery texture, and as you stare at your large, powerful hands as they continue to grow, your nails turn black and begin to grow into sharp, wicked points. You grit your teeth as they sharpen, the strange ache of bones shifting amidst all the other sensation running through you as your face pushes forward, becoming more of a short, bluntish muzzle, similar sensations running down your back as short ridges grow along and to the sides of your spine, and a thick tail begins pushing out from above your ever larger and more firm butt. The strangeness of the sensations... the faint pain, the near-pleasure... combined with the unreality of watching the floor get further and further away, and the aching, insistent need of your ever longer and thicker cock sends you into a frenzy, bellowing and flailing around you.\n\n"Please remain calm as science occurs," the voice notes, though it actually seems a little rattled as you suddenly turn and rush towards the wall. "Hey, wait!" The white panels and metal beams beneath twist like a few measly layers of aluminum foil under the impact of your powerful, still-growing body, your head actually smashing up and through the ceiling as you grow several more feet just in the process, your footfalls slamming to the ground with impacts like an oversized subwoofer's strongest beats as you rage away from the building, from somewhere behind you the voice noting, "You did not remain calm."\n\nAppAssure was at the edge of the city, and you feel driven to head in the vague direction of home, your overwhelmed and overstimulated brain barely comprehending what's happening. By the time you're closer to downtown, people are running and screaming at the sight of you, fleeing away from your footfalls. The sound and motion enrages you, and with a guttural bellow you turn and kick a car, sending it spinning side-over-side through the air to smash into a building. The realization of what you just did shocks you enough to give you a brief moment of clarity, and you find yourself staring at your reflection in the intact mirrored glass panels of the building. You're... an alligator-man. You really look like an upright alligator, albeit extremely naked and with a cock that looks slightly oversized even on your huge frame. You're... well, you're on the small side of kaiju-sized, probably more of a Kong than a Godzilla, probably sixty-some feet tall and with a cock that's easily seven feet or more. \n\n"Stop right there!" comes a sudden shout.\n\nYou whirl towards it, instinctively growling, the sound rumbling through your chest loudly enough to actually cause the smashed glass in the streets to start dancing on the concrete. You quickly spot the source... it's one of those superhero types you've heard about in the news! The one with short brown hair, big boobs, and that the news broadcasts are always "accidentally" catching blatant ass and crotch shots of due to her tight shiny one-piece that's rather skimpy downstairs, and done in the red-white-and-blue with gold accents that seems so common.\n\n<img src=images/Guardienne.png>\n\n"Guardienne, protector of humanity, is here to put a stop to your rampage! If you're able to communicate, then surrender! If you're some mindless monster...!" She pauses, briefly looking sheepish as she realizes that if you're a mindless monster her banter is pointless, but quickly rallies. "Well then, prepare for a beating!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Surrender.|MikeAppSoda]]\n\n[[Smack her.|MikeAppSoda]]\n\n[[Grab her.|MikeAppSoda]]

"Moves are in! Let's accrue karmaaaaaaaaa!" the girl working the wheel declares cheerfully, turning artfully to display her practically bare ass to as many people as possible as she yanks on the side of the wheel. It whirls along, the panels under the top arrow flashing and bleeping, until it settles on a sepia-filtered city, humanish aliens begging along the sidewalks. "Uh-oh, it's a Depression!"\n\nThere are some mutters and groans from around the table, and you watch as the panels holding everyone's markers drop down and then back up... looks like a fair few people went bust on that one. You have only half as many Resources markers now yourself, though you have a lot more Karma markers than before.\n\n"You better bow out while you're ahead on Karma, kid," one of the other players who's scooping up their markers says. "It doesn't convert to near as many credits but spins don't usually go well after a Depression."\n\nIndeed, it looks like all the other players have scooped up their remaining markers and backed away from the table. It looks like you're the only one still playing. Still, you started this to get Hanlon's help, not win credits, so you shrug and gesture to the wheel girl that you're still in. Her yellow eyes glitter excitedly, and nodding gleefully, she declares, "Next round, one player! This is a Depression spin!" she calls, the previous clip now playing over the entire wheel. "Declare your move, player!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Philanthropy!|Cypher15x2]]\n\n[[Radical solutions!|Cypher]]

Celebrating a birthday with your mom won't be so bad. After all she's likely to spoil you considering her mood lately, and what kid doesn't like at least some occasional spoiling? You arrive home from school that Friday, looking forward to both your birthday and the start of spring break all on the same day tomorrow. (Pretty lucky already, you like your chances.)\n\nYour mother comes out of the kitchen, beaming brightly. You've always thought she's kind of the definitive 'Mom type', not just because she's your mother but because she's just got that sweet, kind face, her hair is brown and pulled into a ponytail that drapes forward over her shoulder (you kind of hate that one meme about that hairstyle you've seen on the internet), and it's not at all unusual to see her with a tray of cookies... like she has right now, in fact. She's wearing a plain faded yellow t-shirt under an apron, as well as snug 'mom jeans'... she's pretty busty and generous in the hips and rear too, though obviously you don't think of that often and get kind of annoyed when Kevin points it out almost dreamily.\n\n"Hi honey! I was actually just about to get started on your cake, but I thought I'd give the oven a little 'test drive' first," she says cheerfully, carrying the tray over to you. "They should be just cool enough to eat now, so go ahead."\n\n"Thanks Mom,' you answer with a smile, taking one of the cookies and biting into it. Fresh-baked mom-cookies, it really is like this is the best moment in time ever.\n\n"So I've got some plans for tomorrow," she says, raising her voice a bit to be heard as she heads back into the kitchen. "Did you want to talk them over, or do you want it to be a surprise...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Talk about it.|QOFam5x1]]\n\n[[You want to be surprised.|QOFam1x2]]

"Awwww, too bad! Please play again sometime soon!" the wheel girl calls to you as you turn and walk away from the table, though you definitely detect a hint of smirk in her tone.\n\n"Hey, you made the right choice, kid," Hanlon tells you as he claps you on the shoulder. He slips his helmet on, waiting for it to fasten up before he continues speaking while pulling his jacket's hood up, voice coming out with an electronic tinge. "Like I said, I've seen people gamble away their whole identity in Equivalent Exchange. They either keep thinking they can get back what they lost already, or the rush of gambling with whole concepts of their existence goes to their head."\n\n"Yeah," you agree with a heavy sigh, then shake your head. "Sorry I couldn't get one back for you."\n\n"I appreciate you trying, and to be honest I kind of feel bad putting you up to it... I'd've felt like shit if you'd hit Equivalent Exchange and gambled away your memory of your parents or some shit like that. ... Sorry," he adds as a sour look comes over your face. "Look, I'm a man of my word, and that cuts both ways... I can't tell you where the twins are, since you didn't hit a Karmic Paradise, but I'll give you a hint. Word is that there's a new dancer down at the Nexus called 'Princess'... and that she really might be one. Might be if you lurk around outside the Nexus for awhile, you can at least rule her out... and if it's her, she'll probably lead you back to her brother."\n\nThanking Hanlon for the advice, you head out again, following Ruro's earlier directions to the Nexus. You eventually find a spot where you can observe the entrance and exit from and be hidden. It takes quite awhile, but after several hours you spot someone coming out of the club that's much more 'dressed down' than everyone else coming in and out, wearing a snug long-sleeved black shirt that bares her midriff and equally snug black pants. She does look familiar, but just to be sure you (somewhat reluctantly) pop your helmet up and let it mark and identify her. Yup, that's Jeanne Quatra for sure, though it looks like she's actually tried to downplay some of her features with subtle makeup use and a more simplified ponytail and bangs style than in her file picture.\n\n<hr>\n[[Grab her.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Follow her.|Cypher]]

"The player's move is declared! Let's accrue karmaaaaaa!" the nearly naked woman declares as she gives the wheel a particularly enthusiastic spin, then flings her arms in the air and gives her shoulders a shimmy, leaving you (and probably a fair bit of the audience) torn between watching the wheel whirl and her boobs jiggle. But you settle your eyes on the wheel, watching it gradually slow, the bleeps and flashes getting gradually further apart, until it finally stops, the panel lighting up with an image of an old man, thin and bearded and wearing rags, handing a fresh loaf of bread and a pair of shoes to a less destitute-looking old man. "Ah! Slave to Karma!" the wheel girl declares excitedly, to gasps from the crowd.\n\n"Ah?" You blink, glancing around at the wide-eyed expressions of the audience, watching as your marker panel lowers down, then comes back up with insanely tall stacks of Karma markers that spill out, covering the entire table's surface. "Is... this good? I mean, I know Karma markers aren't worth as much as Resources for credits, but-"\n\n"Karma Slave's a bitch of a roll," Hanlon says as he steps a bit closer, frowning at the table. "You get a gigantic amount of Karma, it's true... but you can't spend any of it. You can't even take any of it off the table. Your only way to use it is to keep playing by doing a Reincarnation and starting off in the highest roll table for good chance."\n\n"That sounds fine," you say with a shrug.\n\n"Yeah, but Positron's uses South Star Rules for the Karmic Wheel. Which means that if you Reincarnate after a Karma Slave spin..."\n\n"You go <i>right</i> into Equivalent Exchange!" the wheel girl interjects enthusiastically, her eyes flashing with delight. "So what will it be, sir? Will you walk away, and leave all that glorious, glittering, shiny, wonderful Karma there on the table? Or do you want to <i>really</i> gamble?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... I'm out."|Cypher15x3]]\n\n[["... Reincarnate!"|CyEE1x1]]

Now now. No need to go wasting perfectly good adventurers on a whim, not when it could be so much more profitable to work with them. You reach out to tap what you've determined to be the 'broadcast to all' rune and speak up. "Everyone, it's Cyan."\n\nYou watch them all jerk in place and look around, obviously confused. Zadaan is the first to speak up. "Cyan? Where are you?"\n\n"I'm in the lair of a Drow mage that I've dealt with easily enough," you announce, smirking a bit as you sprawl back in the chair, feeling very much lord of the manner. "The late master of the house has been relieved of his command jewel, so I now control his home... and these delightful little scrying spells he had spying on you."\n\n"Cyan, are you alright?" Alanna frowns in obvious worry, turning her head right towards the screen. "You sound... different."\n\n"I'm absolutely marvelous, thank you," you reply a bit coolly, annoyed at being questioned. "Return to the meetup point, then take the path the rest of you neglected. I'll leave the door open for you." With that you tap the rune again and stand, done with the conversation. Hm, you suppose you'd best get dressed, since the others should be here eventually. Padding back down the hall, you pause in the grotto, eyeing the armor and gear you removed earlier. Bah, it really is so plain. You do wish you could find something a bit more... elegant.\n\nYou glance at the corpse laying on the floor, your dagger still jutting out of one eye, and purse your lips. Hm. He may have been a filthy renegade male, but his taste in clothes was rather good...\n\n<hr>\n[[Put on your armor.|GGRogue14x3]]\n\n[[Put on the mage's robes.|GGRogue]]

Letting yourself succumb to the urges, you wait until she's just moving past the alley to leap forward, quickly slapping one of your hands over her mouth and the other around her middle, pinning her arms to her sides as you yank her back into the dark alleyway. She's only able to give a very muffled yell as you haul her back into the darkness, your body apparently operating on its own reflexes as you shove her up against the wall, her breasts pillowing against the brick as you shift your grip, your somewhat larger hands able to hold her arms pressed behind her back while you keep muffling her with the other hand.\n\nYou realize you're pressed up behind her, and that her ass is rubbing against your hips and crotch as she squirms and tries to bite at your hand (sorry, scales are too tough). You're suddenly given a very good idea of one reason you wanted to pull her in here, heat rushing through your veins, suddenly very aware of her scent and body. Yeah, seems like the dragon part of you would really like to try some breeding... and with the innate shapeshifting ability you recall black half dragons as having, you could do it.\n\nYou war with yourself in your mind, years of your own personality fighting against new, powerful genetic urges that operate on a level impossible in the world you knew. At some point you convince yourself you could find a middle road, and maybe just rob her, at least it's another option...\n\n<hr>\n[[Talk to her.|BlackDra]]\n\n[[Mug her.|BlackDra]]\n\n[[Rape her.|BlackDra1x2]]

You make a bit of a name at even having to say it, but in a rather sulky mutter you supply, "Fairy."\n\n"The psychedelic," Mr. Black says agreeably, nodding.\n\nYou nod in return. Worst. Street name. Ever. 'Fairy dust' is already bad enough, but who decided to just call a drug 'Fairy'? It's probably gotten more dealers and buyers punched out than late payments. "They say that you see fairies and leprechauns and shit on it, besides everything getting sparkly and the colors all bright or saturated or whatever. No bad come-down, no bad itch for more, you just get super relaxed and kinda goofy and everything looks awesome for awhile."\n\n"I've been trying to crack it but it's a little bit elusive," Mr. Black admits with a grumble, then smirks as he holds up a syringe. "But you're going to help with that. This is a good, strong dose of Fairy. You're going to take it, and I'm going to take a few blood samples from you at different times during your little trip. Checking your blood at different points should help me understand how the drug metabolizes and give me the key to unlocking how to make a better, cheaper version."\n\nYou make a face at the realization that you're going to have to play guinea pig, but you guess that there's an upside. Demand has pushed the price for Fairy up, you haven't tried any since shortly after it hit the streets. Sighing, you haul up your sleeve and hold your arm out. At least Mr. Black is a bit gentler with prepping than he is with words, cleaning off your arm and being careful with finding a good spot to inject. At his advice you take slow, deep breaths, then smile and slump back as a sense of peace and ease steals over you. You barely even notice Mr. Black pushing up your other sleeve and prepping you for a blood withdrawal as you're too busy looking around the lab in a new light.\n\nA few minutes later, you start snickering. At Mr. Black's question of what it is, you point up, "There is like this suuuuuuper scowly purple and blue frog sitting up on the shelf, man, he really fucking hates you or something, it's hysterical."\n\nMr. Black quirks his eyebrows, and clearly begins prepping to take another sample. Man, either this stuff's hitting you harder this time or they improved the formula, because you are seeing a ton of stuff. There's the scowly frog, there's all these glowy butterflies made of light, and there's more than a few fairies, and they're super fucking cute, little naked chicks and man some of them have nice boobs. In fact one flies up right in front of her face and wow she's actually <i>talking</i> to you, this is wild!\n\n"Dan! You have to help us!" she squeals in her cute little voice. "Mr. Black is a <i>bad man</i>! If he figures out how the magic liquid works, he could do all sorts of awful things to us! Please, please, help us!"\n\n"Hoooow though?" you ask with a bit of a snicker, still feeling just way too relaxed even as you're pled with by a big-tittied hallucination.\n\n"You have to kill him, Dan," the fairy whispers, leaning in close. "It's the only way! We'll help you if you help us, we promise! Please help!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hahaha naaaaaah.|YPBB]]\n\n[[Yeah okaaaay.|YPBB]]\n\n[[Man this is wild you gotta check out that fairy pussy.|YPBB]]

You grind your teeth together, but sensing the flow of energy through your body, you can tell he's right... your ki is not only exhausted, but you can feel it being steadily, gradually drained away even as it regenerates. You're not even sure you could regenerate enough of your ki to do one of your basic energy attacks, let alone force open this portal or do battle with the devil. The more you think about it, the more it becomes clear there's only one solution... you're gonna hafta suck that dick. Normally your pride would never let you even consider the option, but... taking a look around the dim room at what are now obviously pieces of dungeon equipment, you don't want to stay here any longer than you have to, especially when you're effectively powerless.\n\n"... Fine," you mutter, slowly walking back over to stand in front of Satan, actually covering the front of your breasts with one arm in shyness now, which you force yourself to stop doing when it obviously amuses him. Huffing, you narrow your eyes at him. "You know I'm a <i>guy</i>, right? I just look like this because of a curse!"\n\n"Oh, I'm fully aware, and I'm sure you'd look just as cute with a sleek muscular chest and your confused half-hard cock while sucking my dick, but the shortstack form is good too," Satan answers breezily, flicking a hand through the air before using it to indicate his own half-hard staff. "Now, as I believe the phrase goes, it's not going to suck itself."\n\nScowling (it's definitely not a pout), you slowly sink to your knees in front of him, trying to decide whether it's worse to look up and see that smug devil face and strong bare red chest above you, or look ahead at the massive crimson horsecock that's now staring you in the face. You hesitantly reach up to wrap your hands around it, shuddering a little at the feel of just how hot it is under your hands. Geez, what's this guy's body temperature, 105? You jump a little when you feel it twitch under your palms and fingers, but start slowly stroking it, resisting the urge to do any of the more vindictive notions that come to mind. It bobs up and down with your strokes, still with some give in it as your hands slide up and down it. 'Geez, he's not getting very hard! Can he even cum like this?'\n\nEven as you're flushing in humiliation at your own thoughts, Satan speaks in that deep, utterly masculine voice of his. "Of course I'm not, you're going to have to put a bit more effort into it than that. Use your tongue. Fondle the balls. You'll never get that energy if you don't get me off properly."\n\nGlowering up at him, both for his instructions and his apparent ability to read your mind to offer them, you nevertheless follow his suggestions, leaning in to start stroking your tongue over the flared head and bulged tip of his prick. 'It tastes like... I don't even know what it tastes like, it's salty and spicy like really thick ramen broth,' you think to yourself, trying to ignore the part of you that has your mouth watering at the taste and you subconsciously slurping at him with more enthusiasm. You also lean in some, licking along the side of the shaft as you reach out to heft his balls in your hands... each one is bigger than a softball, and you feel a strange, energetic tingle against your palms as you give them a lift. It's like... touching an orgy, somehow, you're not even sure how, just an intensely sexual sensation you can't quite describe in any other way. The black marks on them... some of which you're pretty sure are names... shift and move as the smooth skin wrinkles and shifts with your caresses, almost distracting you from the fact that you're now licking and sucking at the sides of Satan's cock without much in the way of hesitation now.\n\nSatan's voice brings you a bit more back to the now as he says, "Yesss, good, good... now, stroke me some more, but get the head in your mouth, there's a good girl." Flushing angrily again, you still obey, bringing both hands back up to his shaft and pumping it as you slide the flared head of his horsecock into your mouth... despite its size and width, it's not all that difficult for you, considering your anything-goes eating training. (... You suddenly realize that a lot of that competition was basically preparing you to be a world-class cocksucker. What the fuck?) Still, as he said you've gotta get him off to get out of here, so you start swirling your tongue all around that big inhuman cockhead and bobbing your head back and forth a bit, while your hands speed up in stroking over his shaft. You can feel him getting harder now, growing thicker and stiffer between your hands, the head flaring even more inside your mouth. There's even a trickle of something coming from him, coating over your tongue and the inside of your mouth, even seeping down your throat, making you feel strangely sensitive, more aware of every bit of that flared head and protruding tip rubbing against you, almost like an erogenous zone. Unconsciously you start speeding your movements, bobbing your head faster and jerking him more eagerly, your ass shaking a bit back and forth with your movements and your tits jiggling energetically.\n\n"Yeeees, there you go, pet," Satan coos, making you look up at him without thinking about it, finding yourself drawn in by that wicked, devilish face, unable to look away from what is somehow the perfect expression of a man getting his cock sucked by a horny slut and feeling quite smug about it. "There's a good little cocksucker, I'll give you what you want at this rate, a big, thick load of potent cum, that's what you want, isn't it?"\n\n'I only want it so I can get out of here!' you think through a steadily increasing fog of something thick and warm around your brain, but your answer comes out as an incredibly whorish-sounding "Uh w'n ihd!" around his prick. Even as you're feeling the shame of how your voice sounds, you're speeding up your hands and the bobs of your head, slurping at him ever more enthusiastically with your tongue, tits bobbling constantly beneath you from your sped-up motions.\n\n"Mmmmm... it's been quite awhile for me, so... I suppose I won't hold back much, as fun as it would be to make you suck me off for a few hours," Satan practically coos, sending a shudder of something between horror and lust through your body at the thought. "How shall I give it to you, pet? Do you want it in your mouth? Or on those lovely tits of yours?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Mouth.|FRanX30x4]]\n\n[[Tits.|FRanX]]

"Yeah, I'm gonna just say no to this whole thing, this sorta stuff never really works out for me," you declare, walking towards the painting frame.\n\n"As you like," Satan answers in an amused tone, red eyes turning and no doubt watching your ass as you move.\n\nYou approach the 'window' to the museum and reach up to put your hands through... and feel them stop. You blink, shoving a few times, but there's no yield... your hands just don't go any further. It doesn't even feel like you're touching anything, any forward motion just suddenly stops at a point where you'd go past the frame. Growling, you draw back a hand and swing forward, trying to smash your fist through whatever barrier it is, and... nothing. Again. There's not even any feeling of impact, despite using a punch that could shatter a boulder, your fist just suddenly stops. Whirling around to face Satan again, your tits wobbling, you blurt out, "What the heck gives?! You said you weren't holding me here!"\n\n"I'm not," he answers, looking way too smug as he does, one hand coming up to stroke his goatee. "The portal originally opened to this place because of all that energy you had... I believe in your case you call it 'ki'? But it bled off into this dimension and got absorbed when you came through the portal, so you don't have enough to open it up again."\n\n"What?!" you shriek angrily. "That's bull! Open it for me, then, if you're in control of this place and all its energy!"\n\n"Why?" he immediately asks, amusement and mock confusion heavy in his voice.\n\nYou splutter for a second, before barking back, "'Cause you said you're not holding me here! If I'm not a prisoner, let me go!"\n\n"I'm not holding you here, your own lack of energy is keeping you from leaving. I said I wouldn't stop you from going, I didn't say I'd help you do it. Those are two entirely different things." He shrugs dismissively, then smirks again. "But if you want to <i>earn</i> enough energy to leave, I suppose I could see about that."\n\n"Whaddya mean, 'earn'?!"\n\n"I mean, come over here, get on your knees, and suck the energy you need out of my cock, pretty," he says simply, letting out a short peal of laughter at the mixture of shock and fury on your face. He reaches down with one hand to give his prick a shake, making the half-hard pole wobble around visibly. "I've all the energy you need to get home right here. Swallow down a load and you can pop right back out, clothes and all, it will be like you never left. Perhaps you could dismiss all this as some wild flight of fancy! Of course, if not and you elect to stay and try to build up the energy on your own, well... it could take quite awhile."\n\n<hr>\n[[Fine, suck his cock to get home.|FRanX30x3]]\n\n[[No way!|FRanX]]

Obviously you're not much for art... the closest you usually get to art appreciation is staring at the photos of food on a menu. Still, as you wander over to stand in front of the painting and take a look at it, even you have to admire the skill that went into it. The devil is bright red with big, black horns and a thick head of hair, his face long and lean but still disturbingly handsome even with the sort of silly pointed goatee. He's sitting in some sort of grand chair, reclined slightly with his fuzzy goat legs sticking out in front of it, and a pointy tail draped over the arm. The room around him is mostly dark, but you can vaguely make out shapes that might be some weird old-timey furniture... or maybe torture devices, you're not even sure, and the uncertainty is honestly a little creepy. Even though the brush strokes and layering of paint are visible, the whole effect is still really deep and realistic-looking.\n\n'Wonder how long you gotta practice to get that good? I bet I could do it in a week, like my secret techniques,' you think smugly. Then you blink as you notice a bit of something round and red poking above one of the goat legs. '... No way, seriously?' A teenage boy's mentality despite your current redheaded shortstack form means you have to confirm whether the artist snuck a dick-slip into a serious work of art, and you lean in closer to try and make it out. 'Wow, it's almost like it moves when you look at it from a different angle, his arm's lifted and-'\n\nYou yelp as the black-clawed red hand extends from beyond the canvas and plops down atop your head, grabbing you and hauling you forward. You go tumbling ahead, suddenly finding yourself skidding across cold stone instead of tile, your bare(?!) boobs wobbling as you come up to your hands and knees. You lift your head to look, and wind up staring... you're seeing the painted devil from straight on, now! From this angle his furry brown goat legs are parted, and you can see that he does have a massive, equine-like red cock jutting forward in a long partially hard arc between his thighs, almost poking out from between his knees. He also has a pair of particularly large red balls, with a number of black letters and runs written on parts of them. Even though he's shockingly, frighteningly real, there's also a weird paint-like quality to him... and to yourself, you realize as you take a look down at your suddenly naked body. "W-what's the big idea?! Where're my clothes?!" you yelp, since nothing else is really coming to mind.\n\n"My my, it's been a long time since someone with enough energy inside them to open the portal came along," the devil answers, displaying rather sharp teeth as he smirks along with the statement. "As to where your clothes went, little human, this is my little demesnes... and I decided clothes were against the rules. So clothes simply do not exist here."\n\n"W-what, seriously, you can do that?" you ask with a frown as you clamber to your feet, setting your hands on your bare hips. The devil looks amused for some reason, and it takes you a moment to realize it's because you're not squealing and covering yourself like an actual girl would. Fine, whatever, he can stare at your tits and pussy all he wants as long as he doesn't try anything! He's actually not even leering at you like the typical pervs you run across who lust after your girl form, despite sitting there with his dick out.\n\n"I can do virtually anything, as long as it's inside this place. My powers without are a little more... limited." He shrugs elaborately, painstroke tail slowly wiggling back and forth in the air.\n\n"So let me go already! And make sure to give me back my clothes!" you demand.\n\nHe shrugs again. "Oh, I'm not holding you here. You're not my prisoner... the portal back through the painting is right there." He gestures with his hand, and sure enough there's a frame just like the one that was around the painting, only it looks like a window showing the room of the museum you were just in. "Feel free to use it whenever you like. Although why be in such a rush? Time passes quite slowly in here, and as I said, it's been some time. Why not stay awhile? Enjoy my hospitality. Or perhaps you'd care to make a deal? I can do many, many things for you, in return for a price."\n\n"Price? What pri-" You cut yourself off, opening and closing your mouth a few times before swallowing heavily. "W-wait, you mean my soul?" At his cheerful nod, you take a half-step back. "So wait, are you really real? Like, you're actually the Devil?"\n\n"<i>A</i> devil, <i>the</i> devil, fallen angel, creation of evil, does it really matter? Call me Satan or Lucifer or Beelzebub or whatever you like." He waves a hand negligently in the air. "The point is, I am a creature of indulgence and power. I'm willing to indulge you in return for your company, or to grant you what you might wish for in return for your soul. Which you wouldn't miss, really, you'd be surprised how little you humans actually use it." Satan chuckles lowly, then continues. "The choice is all yours."\n\n<hr>\n[[... Indulgences...?|FRanX32x1]]\n\n[[... Wait, wishes?!|FRanX31x1]]\n\n[[...... Nope, outta here.|FRanX30x2]]

"Just make him a normal girl, I wanna see!" one guy calls. The lone girl of the group glances at him, then adds a quieter call of the same.\n\n"Ah, that is both a highly simple and extremely interesting process," Dr. Imagine says, apparently pleased with the idea. He begins typing on his laptop keyboard. "We actually have a program that analyzes the subject, and then simply makes the appropriate 'switches flip', resulting in an extremely close result as to what the subject would have been had they been born the opposite gender!"\n\nFear grips you as you feel your body changing, knowing there's nothing you can do about it. Your cock and balls shrink away into your crotch and disappear, the skin between your legs shifting and reforming into a pair of small pussylips, your dusting of long curly hair changing into a delta of short, soft hair that might need a bit of trim and shaping after a brief period of neglect. Your shoulders change their slope, your hips taking on a bit more of a curve, your legs changing from simply skinny to coltish. Your belly flattens a bit more and your chest bulges out, nipples pinkening and puffing up a bit as you gain a pair of AA-cup breasts. Your hair lengthens in back, brushing against the bottom of your neck. Even your hands and feet take on a more delicate shape befitting a teenage girl.\n\n"And there you have it, our young volunteer if he had been born a girl!" Dr. Imagine chirps, doing a bit more typing. "Now to run a similar program we have for the mind, and-!"\n\nYou're suddenly standing back in front of the group, blinking rapidly. You feel just a little dizzy. Did something just happen? You remember volunteering to be Digitized and stepping forward, but everything after that just seems... fuzzy.\n\n"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't think we got your name before," Dr. Imagine says, smiling at you expectantly.\n\n"Uh, yeah, ya did," you answer, focusing a bit. "It's Erica, remember?"\n\n"Of course! Thank you for your participation, everyone, please feel free to move along."\n\nYou don't really remember doing anything, but apparently you did. Maybe you're more hungry and tired than you thought. You shuffle out with the group, noticing that everyone keeps glancing towards you curiously. Those two thoughts put together make you realize you have nowhere to go once the park closes tonight. Maybe you could approach someone in the group and find someone trustworthy to stay with? It's not safe for a girl on her own out on the streets, after all.\n\n<hr>\n[[Talk to the girl.|Digitizer]]\n\n[[Talk to one of the guys.|Digitizer18x1]]

If it goes in your mouth that's definitely less evidence of you doing this than getting spattered all over with another dude's spunk, right? That's totally the less girly, less slutty option! The fact that you moan "Cm 'n muh mff!" so enthusiastically is completely unrelated.\n\n"Alright then, let me just... help you a little," Satan says with a chuckle, reaching forward and laying one of those big hands on your head. Then you're being hauled forward, your throat stretching obscenely around his girth, your training-suppressed gag reflex nowhere to be found as he pushes you forward until your chin is pressing against the base of those massive red balls and your lips are kissing the root of his prick. Your eyes widen as you're suddenly deepthroating the entire massive, throbbing, almost burning hot length, which you can feel twitching and pulsing between your lips, against your tongue, and all down your throat as he begins pouring his load almost directly into your belly, your hands pressing hard at the sides of his crotch.\n\nAnd then that first blast of cum actually splashes down, and your eyes roll, your body bucking hard as an intense wave of pleasure bursts out through your body at the energy starting to suffuse through you. The tiny shred of your thinking mind that isn't completely whited out by the glowing tsunami of climax isn't even sure what to call it... bellygasm? Throatgasm? Kigasm? Maybe all three, and it just keeps going and going as he pumps more of it into you, your flat belly gradually bulging outward as you twitch and whimper, drooling around his dick and onto his balls as you just keep cumming from his thick, hot demon spunk pouring into your stomach.\n\nEventually you find yourself drifting in a lingering post-orgasmic afterglow haze, barely conscious of being gradually pushed back until that flared head pops back out from between your lips and the now limp horsecock drops to hang between Satan's shaggy thighs. You gasp, then breathe heavily as you stare up at him with glazed eyes, a bit of cum-mingled saliva dribbling down your chin as he gives you a few affectionate, condescending pets on the head.\n\n"There you go, more than enough energy to get back out," he says with a chuckle. "Feel free, pet, surely you want to get back before anyone misses you."\n\n"Uh... y-yeah," you stammer, wobbling to your feet, feeling how heavy your belly is and shuddering a little as the gentle slosh from it sends another trickle of pleasure racing through all your nerves. You stare blankly at the smug, gorgeous devil and his disgusting, desirable fat cock for a few long moments before turning and somewhat robotically making your way over to the frame. You pause briefly as you feel wetness sliding down your thighs, without really thinking wiping your fingertips across one and slipping them into your mouth. 'Sweet,' you think dazedly, shivering a little at how good your fingers feel rubbing your lips and tongue and the little tingle that comes with wherever your arousal smears on them. Then you shake your head and do your best to focus, stepping out through the 'window' into the museum.\n\nInstantly you're back standing on the tile, wearing your clothes again, completely normal. You look around, still feeling dazed, like maybe it really all was some weird dream you had. Except then you can feel the heavy bulge of your belly beneath your shirt, and your boxers growing damp from the pussy juices spread over your swollen mons and squirming thighs. When you hear a call of "RANMA!" you almost jump out of your skin, wheeling around to find Akane huffing her way up to you, scowling. "Where did you get off to? We're getting ready to leave, idiot!" Then she blinks, eyeing your face. "You're kind of messy."\n\n"Uh, er, I, uh," you stammer, realizing that if you've still got a belly full of cum and a bunch of girlcum on your thighs, you must still have a bunch of spit and smeared demon jizz on your face.\n\nAkane narrows her eyes, which slowly track down to the faintly visible bulge of your stomach beneath your shirt... then lets out a gusty sigh. "Geez, you found something to gorge yourself on in the <i>museum</i>? That's so typical of you."\n\nYou blink... then let out a burst of awkward laughter, rubbing the back of your head. "R-right, right! I found this table of, uh, sample cookies and milk from the gift shop and totally chowed down, that's what happened!"\n\n"Figures. Greedy. C'mon, the bus is gonna leave soon, let's go."\n\n"R-right," you murmur, quickly wiping your face as you hurry after her, trying your best to pretend you don't still have a bellyful of sloshing, orgasmic demon spunk.\n\nBut by the time the bus drops you off back at school, your belly is flat again and you feel mostly normal. So normal that you do, in fact, manage to convince yourself it all must have been a really weird dream. A really weird... intense... sexual dream. ... About things you'd have always insisted you found gross and disgusting before. Still, you act normal enough that you can kind of feel normal, all the way up until dinner, when you realize your father is busily devouring everything on your side of the table and you're just sitting there. Kicked into action by reflex, you snatch a slice of beef with your chopsticks and pop it into your mouth with rice... and almost spit it back out.\n\n"Oh my, Ranma, is something wrong?" Kasumi asks. You must have made a face, because she's looking at you with concern. \n\n"Mmf?" You swallow, the food feeling uncomfortable and a bit foreign on the way down. You glance around at the table, everyone but your father looking at you with varying levels of concern or at least curiosity. "Uh, no, I..." You trail off, glancing down at the table. "I guess, uh... I'm not hungry." Which is a lie, you <i>are</i> hungry, practically famished, because when aren't you? It's just that the thought of eating anything in front of you is weirdly unappetizing, to the point you just can't bring yourself to fight your father over the food.\n\n"N-not hungry?" Soun splutters, clearly shocked by the idea.\n\n"Oh, oh my, are you sick? Are you well?" Kasumi asks, leaning forward in worry.\n\n"Are you dying?" Nabiki asks flatly.\n\n"I'm not dying!" you snap back, before huffing and standing up. "But, uh, I do feel a little sick, maybe it was something I ate. I think I'll just go to bed."\n\n"They were probably wax cookies," Akane mutters, though she does give you a worried glance as you leave the room.\n\nUpstairs, you flop onto your futon and try to ignore the gently but steadily growing feeling of hunger. What's the deal? Kasumi's food was delicious as always, you could taste that much, it just... didn't feel right somehow. You're still puzzling over this when your father eventually trundles in, giving you a passing grunt of acknowledgement as he switches off the light, drops into bed, and immediately starts snoring like a chainsaw. Apparently he's not going to lose any sleep over the possibilities of you being ill.\n\nYou glare over at him briefly, sitting up to eye his sprawled, stout form. And yet you find your eyes trailing downward, past his currently bared gut, to the crotch of his pants. Somehow, even in the dim light, you can just make out the shape of his shaft and the bulge of his balls. And as if staring at them focused all your senses, you can smell them too... sweaty, musty, and <i>full</i>, somehow you know they're just so full of thick, hot cum! Before you realize it your mouth is watering and you're on all fours, slowly crawling towards his futon.\n\n<hr>\n[[Mmmmm, yum!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Snap out of it!|FRanX]]

"Sam!" Aunt Kelly calls as she opens the front door. "Sam, sorry it took so long! Looks like we'll have to leave in the morning! ... Sam?" Frowning, she turns and heads for the entertainment room. As she sees what's on the screen, her eyes widen, and she quickly rushes to grab up the control and stab the Off button. "Sam!" She turns and stares at you, still wearing just your panties and a blank expression. Your hand slips out of your panties, and you rest both hands in your lap, at ease.\n\n"Oh, Sam," Aunt Kelly says with a sigh, shaking her head as she looks at the control screen again. "Why would you even-" Then she slaps her hand against her face and drags it down. "Of course. Kids love that techno stuff. I should have named the damn thing 'Burt Baccara's Greatest Hits' or something." A resigned expression on her face, she looks at you again. "Exactly how long were you watching that?"\n\n"Five hours, mistress," you reply, your voice a dull monotone.\n\nSighing again, Kelly reaches out one hand and rests it on top of your head, wiggling it around as your head bobbles limply under her guidance. "There's not a single individual thought or bit of personality left in that head of yours, is there?"\n\n"No, mistress."\n\n"If it had been an hour or so I could undo this, even at three I might be able to reconstruct you to at least <i>act</i> normal. Five..." Pulling a face, she sets the control back down and rests her hands on her hips, looking at you pensively. "I'm going to have to come up with some sort of cover story to your parents. Something with you making friends and wanting to change schools to here. Maybe with enough careful instruction I can have you pull off some convincing phone calls..."\n\nShe looks at you thoughtfully for a few more moments, then grins. "Well, I can't sell you, I need you for my cover, and you <i>are</i> family. I haven't had a girl around the house for awhile, be a shame to let you go to waste." Pushing down her own tight pants and the panties under them, your aunt settles onto the couch beside you and spreads her legs, showing off her pink pussy and the artfully-trimmed black fur above it. "Get to work eating my pussy, slave."\n\nWithout a blink or a moment of hesitation, you slide off of the couch and to your knees, moving in between Aunt Kelly's thighs. Your face remains blank, but you begin enthusiastically and skillfully working your tongue along her pussylips and teasing at her clit with it... the program started advising you on technique somewhere around two and a half hours. By the way your aunt begins to moan as you eat out her cunt, you're serving your owner <i>very</i> well, and the first of many obedience-induced orgasms to come shudders through your body.\n\n<b>Aunt Kelly's House</b> end - <i>Aunt Kelly's brainless toy</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to the start.|CharGenMain]]

Something tells you that this is a bad idea, and you find yourself yanking your hand back from the cookie a little too vehemently. Trying to keep your inexplicable nervousness out of your voice, you say, "Y'know what, um, I just realized I've had way too much sugar lately, probably oughtta cut back, thanks anyway." You turn and quickly hurry back towards the door.\n\nYou hear the sudden and surprisingly loud sound of fingers snapping and jerk to a stop. As in, you actually find yourself unable to take another step forward. Your eyes widen as you try to force yourself to move, but the only way that seems to work is to turn around and face back towards Tandy, who's coming out from around the counter and shaking her head. "Tsk tsk tsk. I thought I'd done a better job programming than that. Still, as you'll notice, I put in some safeties."\n\n"W-what're you talking about?!" you demand, still struggling to, well, struggle. "What've you done to me?!"\n\n"I think it's obvious that I've made you obedient," she replies with a smile. "Normally you'd be completely under when you obeyed me, but I can make your body compliant even if your personality isn't. Oh, don't believe me?" she says in an innocent tone, one hand to her cheek and head tilted to the side as you glare at her. Then she smiles. "Cyan, pee yourself."\n\n"WHAT?! No way I'd-!" Your indignant reply cuts off and your face pales a little as you hear the sound of a stream of piss hitting the inside of jeans as much as feel the warmth and wetness spreading across your crotch and down your thighs.\n\n"You see? Your subconscious mind and your body obey me without hesitation, even if you currently have the illusion of free will. Kneel down please. Hm, actually I suppose this could be a good experiment too," she muses as you find yourself going to your knees in the puddle you've made, Tandy doing an almost absentminded glance towards the entry of the store before shifting her dress to the side and fishing out a long, thick cock. Your eyes widen again at the sight of it, a faint trickle of memory hitting you as she strokes it to full erection. "You should still be programmable even while entirely conscious. But I'll get to that in a moment. First," she coos, stepping close and resting her long, thick member along your face. "I'd like you to spend awhile sucking my balls."\n\n"I'm not gonna-" This time your protest is cut off by you filling your own mouth with part of her sack, your tongue and lips eagerly going to work sucking and licking at one of her large testicles even as you try to pull your head back. Instead you're treated to Tandy moaning and cooing happily as you work your mouth over various parts of her silk-smooth ballsack, flicking your tongue along the heavy orbs. At her next command you pull back and open your mouth, and she rests both hands on your head before sliding her cock between your lips and then down your throat. You expect to gag as she does, but it's like your body just naturally accepts her without complaint, even as your slender throat bulges out visibly with the outline of her girth. All you can do is look up at her, past the full expanse of her boobs to her smiling face framed by the brim of that witch's hat as she starts throatfucking you.\n\n"Mmm, there we go," she coos, sighing happily at the feeling of your throat squeezing around her. "Now for some orders. First of all, you're not going to tell anyone about this in any fashion. Any time you would have the chance to, the idea won't even occur to you," she says in a rather breathy voice, indignation stoking in you at the very idea. Then she continues, "Second of all, you're going to find it intensely, intensely pleasurable to have my cock in your mouth."\n\nYour eyes suddenly roll up in your head as an orgasm rolls through you from the feeling of her cock stretching out your throat. You twitch, your hands coming up to rest on her thighs even without orders, the gesture more worshipful than anything else. Your pussy starts adding a not insignificant amount of girlcum to the piss already soaking your panties and jeans as you climax again and again from having Tandy rape your mouth, your eyes practically showing white as her girth stretches out your lips. When she finally cums deep down your throat you orgasm so hard you almost pass out, your whole world going white as you cum harder than you've ever imagined in your life. You're disoriented and feeling slightly empty as she pulls her cock out, wiping it on your face before she steps back.\n\n"Alright then," Tandy chirps, readjusting her dress to once more cover her gradually softening cock. "Now, get the mop out of the closet and clean that puddle up, then you can go home."\n\n"W-... wha...?" you ask, trying to focus in again.\n\n"I said, clean up your pee and then go home. I'm done with you for now. But feel free to come back whenever you like for another throatfucking," she says with a giggle, sashaying back towards the counter. "Of course, I'll probably also reprogram you some more. Who knows what changes I'll make? I could do practically anything to you. But then again... while I was doing it, you'd get to cum like that again."\n\nA shudder runs through you just at the memory, swallowing hard and feeling your sodden pussy twitch beneath your cooling, soaked clothes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Beg for some clean clothes first.|GGCandy]]

You select the option to apply status effects. You recall from people talking about the game that a debug mode is probably the only way a player <i>could</i> get one of these applied to someone besides themselves. You notice that Tifa freezes in position wiping down the table... useful to know. Anyway, there's a long list of the various status effects, both of the kind you recall being in the original game, and a few that have got to be custom.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sleep.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Mini.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Stone.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Sensitivity.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Malleability.|FF7X]]

You clean up as best you can in the water trough, and the next day present yourself at the nearby farmhouse as a lost and homeless kid just looking for somewhere to stay for awhile. The ranch owner's wife seems quickly taken with you, though the rancher himself grumbles a good deal about you being too much of a weak-bodied little thing to do much work. Eventually he relents though, sighing heavily and glowering at you thoughtfully as his wife leads you off to show you to your room.\n\nYou do have to work hard on the ranch, but you don't mind. You get to spend a lot of time with the horses... and occasionally find time to drop to your knees and suck those big, magnificent cocks, or even drop your jeans and bend over, your girlish moans muffled by biting your lower lip as those thick equine pricks slide into your ass.\n\nOf course you get caught eventually. You get just a bit too horny and take a bit too much of a risk that no one will be back early, and the rancher walks into the barn to find you bent over a hay bale, moaning like a whore as one of his prize-stallions goes balls-deep in your ass. Rather than roar or sink into a fury, the man stares for long moments before slowly fishing out his cock and stroking himself, hand pumping over his own long, thick prick as he watches his horse fuck you and spill hundreds of dollars of prize stud cum deep into your hot little teenage butt. Once the horse has pulled out and stepped away, he moves over to seat himself on the hay bale and grip the back of your head. Without a word you follow his urging to shift and slide your lips over his prick, deep-throating your adopted father's cock while rolling your eyes up to watch his face.\n\nAfter that, of course, it's far easier to get cock practically whenever you want it. In fact practically every night the rancher stops into your room on his way to bed, sinking his cock into your ass and fucking you hard against the mattress, leaving you moaning "Oh yes, Daddy, fuck me!" into your pillow as he uses your eager hole as a cum dump before heading off to bed with his wife. Time in the barn is often spent with him helping you get set up so that his horses can fuck you, him sitting back and stroking his cock as you squeal and moan while being beastfucked, either sucking him off or taking him into your horsecum-lubed ass once one or two of them have had their way with you.\n\nEventually he decides to get his friends in on the fun, since your new mother often leaves the ranch on poker night. As instructed, you walk into the room wearing a barmaid's skirt and shirt, carrying a tray of beer, rather flummoxing the group of middle-aged, rather portly country men as you serve them and wiggle your ass alluringly. The hesitation doesn't last much beyond the first set of blowjobs, however, and you spend the rest of that Saturday, and every Saturday after that, you spend in slutty female clothing, getting pounded by sweating, grunting, hairy married men, their cocks plunging into your little twink asshole as eagerly or more than they ever fucked their wives. Sometimes you take two in your ass at a time, even as another is crammed down your throat and you stroke another two off, letting them spurt their loads across your flat, puffy-nippled chest.\n\nOf course, the height comes when your new mother announces that she'll be going on vacation for a few weeks, and your Daddy of course says that he has to stay to tend the ranch and needs you to help him. You spend the first night in bed with him, wrapping your legs and arms around him as he fucks you in his marriage bed, grunting and huffing just like any of the horses you've fucked. But the next day sees you and him loading up the horses and heading to the nearby exhibition barn, where all of his friends who have had a turn at you are gathered... and have similarly brought their own stallions.\n\nYou tremble as you settle yourself onto the specially-constructed frame, your ass high in the air. You can sense as much as see the numerous bare human cocks being stroked, the equine pricks starting to unsheath as the sense of impending sex filling the barn affects even the dumb beasts. More than a few video cameras are fixed on you as the first of more than a hundred stallions is led to you, his unsheathed cock swaying beneath his belly.\n\nYou're certainly going to become a famous rancher in this county... and you owe it all to a big-titted elephant and her magical panties.\n\n<b>Elly's Magical Panties</b> end - <i>Twink ranching</i>

Indeed, you spend the next several years in what's effectively a rape-camp, a facility where there are essentially sleeping mats for you to be thrown onto after you've passed out from being fucked by Raptarrans, and various facilities and machines for them to enjoy tormenting and toying with you in between more standard fucking of your mouth and ass. Machines designed to humiliatingly stimulate your now soft and pliant fuck-hole while sucking the cum out of you again and again, bondage furniture to display you like a piece of fuckable art, occasionally being forced to fuck the other male prisoners while the Raptarrans watch and jeer. Of course, the last of your resistance is gone after the first few months, and you just obey your masters, moaning and cumming and doing whatever new perversity they ask of you without thought, not the slightest hint of shame or humiliation left in you as you tongue their leathery assholes or ride them 'humie-style' while they lay on their backs.\n\nOf course, once you give in and stop resisting, it's only a matter of weeks before they grow bored of you. After that you're shown into one of the labs, unresisting as they strap you into a rack that grips you from the back and is attached to a robotic arm above. One of the Raptarrans moves into place behind you, and you moan unresistingly as it pushes its cock into you and begins slowly, lazily fucking. But another steps in from the side, pressing an injector gun to your arm, and you feel a strange tingly pressure spreading all through your body from the injection point. Your arms and legs begin to shorten, fingers and toes shrinking as they become capped by cloven hooves, short black fur growing out over them. Your face begins pushing outward into a muzzle as horns push out from the sides of your head, gradually curling in a loop that outlines your ears, which are turning longer and curling in on themselves. But all of it, even the itchy, strange sensation of thick fleece growing all over your body, or of your cock reshaping into something slick and pink and not human, takes a back seat to your ass growing smaller and tighter around the Raptarran's now much more eagerly and excitedly-thrusting cock as your body shrinks among its other changes. By the time the Raptarran gives its familiar trilling roar and thrusts forward, it's filling the ass of a fluffy white sheep, not a man, and you're letting out a long trilling baa of your own as your ram-cock spurts your load onto the floor.\n\nOnce it pulls out, parts of the frame holding you up move into place, sliding a thick metal pole into your ass and starting to pump, faintly buzzing with some sort of energy that has you instantly hard and on the verge of cumming again within a matter of strokes. But another part of the frame is slipping a sheath over your now bestial dick, all the way up to the sheath, the built-in sleeve starting to pump and suck to bring you off. And not stopping, even as the robotic arm of the frame you're attached in lifts you up and slides along the ceiling, moving you through a sliding-open passage in the wall, and then settling into place in a large chamber filled with hundreds of other baaing, cumming rams.\n\nYou spend the rest of your life as a captive animal, suspended in a metal rack, constantly having your ass fucked and your cock stroked and your cum sucked out of you, and occasionally being sheered for wool that will be turned into ugly holiday sweaters that the Raptarrans don't actuall wear, they just like to laugh about.\n\n<b>Bad Cypher</b> end - <i>Baa baa bad sheep</i>

There's a nice, straightforward victim. Snickering to yourself, you tap the Tifa player, then manually select the stage "Midgar Streets (Poisoned)" to fight on. Pleased with your choice, you hit the start button and almost immediately find yourself standing on a dim, cramped, dirty city street. This is pretty much the basic 'Sector Seven' stage, complete with the usual complement of NPCs ready to cheer for Tifa... you've just added a handful of trashy, scantily-clad whores to cheer for you. You're kind of proud of the idle animations... sometimes the whores are sucking off one of the NPCs in the alley in between cheering sessions, others will flash their tits at the fighters, occasionally one will just bend over against a lamppost and let one of the other NPCs have a go for a handful of gil. It won't be immediately obvious, though, since they're spaced out and some of it's happening in the background. Indeed, Tifa (wearing her classic white tanktop and miniskirt) seems not to particularly notice as she comes running down the street for her intro and halts a bit distant from you, tits bouncing some as she takes her fighting stance. Though her eyes briefly flit to your hefty brown tits, you don't think they make it all the way down to your other hefty bulge, since she just snaps out, "If I have to fight, I'm going to win!"\n\n"Mm, I'm gonna break you really hard," you coo, leaning forward in a pose with a hand on your knee, the other lightly tapping a riding crop against your upraised ass.\n\nTifa flushes a little at the sight of your cleavage hanging down, and then glances aside at a cheer from several of your whore supporters, who almost immediately yank their tops up or open to show off their tits, most of them large and blatantly "bolted on". Both player and character seem fairly shocked by the sudden display, leaving you with the perfect opportunity to leap right into one of your moves. Good going, girls~!\n\n<hr>\n[[Rape her mouth.|GG-FF-PA-Tifa-RapeMouth]]\n\n[[Rape her tits.|GG-FF-PA-Tifa-RapeTits]]\n\n[[Rape her pussy.|GG-FF-PA-Tifa-RapePussy]]\n\n[[Rape her ass.|GG-FF-PA-Tifa-RapeAss]]\n\n[[Donkey Punch.|GG-FF-PA-Tifa-DonkeyPunch]]

As you take the path towards Halloweenland, you notice that the paving stones on the path are orange and have yellow jack'o'lantern faces on them. Hey, not a bad effect, really. Approaching the area itself finds it to be just as stereotypical and over the top as you could expect, albeit at least nothing looks cheap or halfassed. But there's lots of spooky twisty-cornered buildings, floaty ghost decorations, and glowing signs in orange, black, and purple. Actually, the most impressive thing is that somehow they've got some sort of shade over the area to make it a bit dim, as if it were early evening instead of morning. You look around trying to spot how they're accomplishing the effect, but the sky is clear. Hunh.\n\nLike a lot of the other areas of the park, there are themed mascots wandering around, most of them in the typical Halloween staple costumes... witches, ghosts (with 'Worldland Halloweenland' written on the front of their sheets), werewolves, that sort of thing. You have to admit, the werewolves in particular are pretty impressive, they're actually big tall hulking guys in ripped clothes as opposed to just wearing a bad furry rubber mask and ill-fitting gloves or something. They almost look like something out of a big budget movie instead of just theme park employee costumes.\n\nIt looks like there are a fair number of rides and attractions here. You see one called [[The Centrifuge|CentriStart]], with a massive mockup of a cackling mad scientist holding a vial above one of those spinny-type rides that has the G-forces press you against the wall. There's another one called [[The Taste-E-Freakz Machine|FreakedStart]] that's a roller coaster whose big draw seems to be splashing through a waterfall of green goo. There's also one called the [[Black Cat's Path|BlackCatStart]] that has cat-shaped cars and apparently weaves in and out through some sort of haunted house.\n\nOf course, if you don't want to zip through a haunted house doing sixty or so, you could always visit the actual [[Haunted House|HauntHouseStart]], which seems particularly large and, if it's anything like the outside, cheesy in a quality way. (Then again, you think as some simulated lightning crashes behind it and stereo-channeled thunder roars, it could always be actually scary too.) There's also a [[Costume Shop|HWLCostumeStart]] if you wanted to get in on the fun yourself, one supposes. Or you could talk to the [[mascots|HWLMascotStart]], it looks like they're giving out candy and coupons and things like that.

Some editions have Tieflings as a 'base' race, but this book... hm, come to think of it, you're really not sure what game this book is for, though everything looks pretty familiar... apparently considers them a monstrous species. As you read the fluff on Tieflings, you do think this can't be a standard book... you're actually surprised that the library has it at all. For one thing, it mentions that a fair number of Tieflings... not most, or many, but a significant number... are what are called 'Half' sexed. Meaning they blend some combination of male and female traits together rather than just being one or the other. For another, it continues on that virtually all Tieflings have some incubus or succubus ancestry, which is what mingles with other types of demon blood to create what people recognize as a Tiefling... strange skin tone, horns, often a tail or even wings, blended with other features that signal their demonic heritage. But most are driven by dark thoughts and wicked desires, and must struggle daily against such things if they want to lead good, upright lives.\n\nThe book offers up a handful of interesting variants on the kind of evil outsiders that might have blended themselves into someone with succubus ancestry to create a Tiefling. Off the top of your head the ones that seem to have the most potential are the Oni, the Rakshasa, and the "Pure" Tiefling... someone who's had a succubus or incubus as part of their family line repeatedly, until they're effectively one themselves.\n\nOni Tieflings are apparently big, tough, and like anything that makes them feel alive... whether it's fighting, fucking, or just plain partying. (The book doesn't say 'fucking' but it does say 'sex' which is the same relative to what they'd usually say in these books.) Rakshasa Tieflings, meanwhile, love the same but in a slightly more sedate manner... they're addicts to luxury and the finer things in life, and tend to lie like a rug with their silver tongues to get it. And the Pure Succubus, well... as you might guess, they're mostly concerned with sensuality, though it does say they love to accumulate power and influence as well.\n\nWhich one to read more about...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Oni.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Rakshasa.|GGTief1x1]]\n\n[[Succubus.|GGSTiefStart]]

You almost lick your lips as you stare at that fat futa prick. If you're perfectly honest with yourself, you've been craving cock all day... just looking at it has you soaking your white cotton panties. Maybe... maybe it would be okay to give in, at least a little bit, if it would please both her and you. "Well... alright," you say slowly, doing your best not to sound too eager as you stand up and move over to her.\n\n"Mmm, perfect," she coos as you kneel down between her spread legs, making a soft sound of pleasure as you reach a hand out and wrap it delicately aorund her shaft... or as close as you can get, your middle finger and thumb not quite touching. God, it's so big, and so pretty you can't help but think as you lean in and give a long lick up the underside. Your tongue flicks and rolls around the underside of the head, exploring it and tasting the slightly sweaty but also feminine from the scent of her panties and hose clinging to it essence of it.\n\nFairly quickly abandoning all trace of reticence, you slip your mouth over the tip and start bobbing your head, working more of it past your lips with each downward stroke. One hand continues to stroke and squeeze gently at the base of her fat shaft, while your other hand tugs up your skirt and slides down the front of your panties. You push two fingers into yourself and start pumping them quickly as you gulp at her cock and moan around it, a little shiver passing through you as she starts gently and affectionately stroking your hair. Your tongue pokes out past your lower lip a bit as you lick at the underside of her shaft while gulping ever more of it down, Ryoko's thick prick starting to bulge your slender throat up as you push further down on it.\n\nEventually you get all the way down on it, pressing your hand flat to her crotch as your lips press against your fingers. You start bobbing your head quickly, fuck, you want her cum, you want it so bad. Your fingers are frantic in your sodden cunt as you fingerfuck your pussy and fuck your mouth and throat on Ryoko's cock. Your gulping only grows harder as you feel her start to throb, her cock twitching and jerking a bit inside your throat. Her gentle strokes turn into a grip on your hair that suddenly pulls you up, until only the very tip of her cock is left in your mouth, right before she begins to flood you with cum. You feel it fill your mouth and hastily swallow, your throat visibly working as you gulp down mouthful after mouthful of thick futa jizz, shuddering as you finish yourself off by working your clit hard with two fingertips.\n\nEventually Ryoko gives you a little additional tug and you sit back, gasping, a thin line of mingled cum and saliva connecting your lower lip and the tip of her prick as you pant for breath. "Very nice... very nice," she murmurs, dark eyes twinkling warmly as she looks down at your spit-smeared, flushed face. "I think that's certainly enough to earn a few privileges... but there's always more to earn, and my balls won't be empty just from one good cum, darling. What do you say, another round...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes please!|Kyoko6x2]]\n\n[[No thanks.|Kyoko]]

You announce the deal you've found to your parents, and they agree you've done a good job planning for yourself and that Worldland seems a safe enough environment for you to vacation solo in. They give you some tips about what to do on the bus ride up that's part of the package, and they give you some extra spending money. That's pretty much it... they know you've already been taught what to do in various emergency situations, no need to try and drill it into your head again.\n\nSo several days later finds you on the light rail from the Worldland Hotel right to the center of the park... extra bonus of this package, absolutely no standing in line for admittance. You've worn jeans and a denim jacket in deference to the fact that it will be cool through the morning, a short-sleeved shirt that's black across the shoulders and sleeves and white across the main body in deference to the fact that it will warm up later, and sneakers because, well, that's what you also wear, but also you're going to be walking around all day. Never let it be said you don't think ahead.\n\nThe light rail disgorges you right into the center of the park, pretty much. There's a big statue of some horse character, apparently the park's main mascot, right in the middle of the big roundabout, and a sign with arrows pointing to the nearest areas, a larger map indicating where everything is. You peruse the areas, seeing what's close by to have a look at.\n\n<b>[[Toonland|toonlandstart]]</b>: You snicker a bit at the graphic next to the text, which shows the Flash racing Lightning McQueen. Either there are some heavy-duty licensing deals involved here or somebody thinks they're lawsuit-proof.\n\n<b>[[Animalland|AnimallandStart]]</b>: There's a little equine outline with black and white stripes across it on the sign. Huh, looks like Worldland must have its own zoo on the premises.\n\n<b>[[Horrorland|FHorrorlandStart]]</b>: There's a little ghost floating next to the text, its cartoon hands raised. Probably has haunted houses and rides with coffin-shaped cars and stuff like that.\n\n<b>[[Survivalland|SurvivallandStart]]</b>: That one has a somewhat more elaborate image of the upper half of a velociraptor busting through a window. You get the impression it's probably more action-themed activites... probably laser-tag and stuff like that.\n\n<b>[[Relaxland|RelaxlandStart]]</b>: There's an image of a couple (ambiguously gendered) holding hands and walking. It also has additional, smaller text reading 'Adult Guests Only'. Hm. But you do have an adult 'Full pass' that goes with your package deal, maybe that will be enough to get you in...\n\n<b>[[Wander around|FemWLWanderStart]]</b>: Nothing says you have to leap right into the themed activities, you can just mosey around the park and see what there is to see for awhile.

"God, yes, please Mommy, give me your cock, I need it!" you whimper as you feel your mother thrusting down and cumming in you again. You suck on her tongue as she pushes it back into your mouth, doing your best to buck your hips up encouragingly as she keeps thrusting through both her orgasm and yours, churning the loads of cum inside you into a thick mess.\n\nAfter a moment she pulls away and sits up, and you shift around onto hands and knees, crawling to the middle of your mother's bed. You undo your skirt and slip it down, sliding your legs out of it before reaching between them with one hand and using two fingers to spread your pussy, feeling your parent's cum mingled with yours dribbling down into your palm. "This naughty little girl's pussy needs your cock some more, Mommy," you coo in a sweet, wicked tone, looking back over your shoulder with glittering dark eyes.\n\nYour mother's eyes have a nearly identical look in them as she slips out of her own skirt before moving up onto the bed behind you. Gripping your waist, she slides into you, more slowly this time, both of you moaning as you enjoy the feeling of your cunt spreading around her thick futa prick. Once sheathed in you, she begins thrusting more slowly than before, but putting a good amount of force into each one, enough to make her curvy hips slap against your pert little ass. "Mmm, you're such a good girl, Kyoko-chan," she purrs as she rolls her hips, fucking you long and smooth and slow, watching you coo and wriggle and fuck back against her.\n\nEventually after spilling yet another load in your pussy, she pulls out of you and lays down on her back, smiling as you clamber atop her. Balanced on the balls of your feet, you rest one hand on one of her massive tits, seeing it almost disappear into the soft flesh as you reach back with your other hand and aim her cock at your tight little pucker. You sit back on it nice and slow, whimpering heatedly as you feel inch after inch of it spread your asshole open, working and wiggling your hips to help take it in, until you're sitting on her lap. Resting both hands on her tits and kneading them eagerly, you begin bouncing atop her. "Ah, ah, Mommy, your cock is so big inside my ass!" you gasp out as her hands come up to play with your own pert little tits, tweaking and tugging at the nipples to urge you on. By the end of the night, she's pumped two more loads into your ass, and you've sucked and licked her clean and gulped down one last one, before crawling up to pass out in her arms.\n\nYou awake a little blearily, feeling pleasantly sore in various places, your body cushioned by being snuggled against your mother's huge tits. Feeling her cock stirring against your belly, you shift down a bit, starting to suckle at one of her full, plump nipples while you move your hands down to wrap around that stiffening futa prick and start stroking it affectionately. Eventually your mother awakens with a low moan, eyes slitting open and gazing down at you before her lips curl in a smile. "Just a quick one, Kyoko-chan," she murmurs, rolling you onto your back and pressing between your legs, her cock sliding into your already wet and wanting pussy.\n\nOnce she's pounded you to three orgasms and dumped her first load of the day deep inside you, your mother slips out of bed and pads into the shower, leaving you to lay sprawled in her bed, cum leaking from your slightly gaping pussy and a contented smile on your face. Eventually she emerges from the bathroom, already dried off and starting to pull on her clothing. "Go ahead and get cleaned up, dear," she suggests as she steps into her panties and pull them up, her massive cock somehow rendered into little more than an admittedly noticeable bulge by the cut of them. "I need to go ahead and leave, but you should have plenty of time to get dressed and have breakfast. Setsuna will drive you in today."\n\n"Yes, Mother," you answer pleasantly, rising and almost skipping to the bathroom, pausing to lean up for a kiss, her tongue flicking against yours briefly before you head into the bathroom. There's a full-body dryer just outside the shower, which is a blessing considering the sheer amount of hair you have now. When you step out, you blush just a little at Setsuna standing there waiting for you, but accept articles of clothing as she passes them to you. Though from the sounds of it your mother has already eliminated the dress code, you wind up wearing the school uniform... well, you doubt you'll be the only one, habits die hard. Hopefully your new relationship has earned you a more varied wardrobe!\n\nAfter a breakfast of toast and eggs, you clamber into the back of a relatively modest town car and the calm-seeming maid drives you to school. Unlike her companion, she didn't seem inclined to take any liberties with you, not even gazing lustfully at your naked body earlier. You'd almost feel a little insulted, but then she does seem to have a more reserved personality.\n\nYou introduce yourself to your various new classes as 'Kyoko Akihara' easily enough, rather comfortable with your new identity and the way of things after last night's tender but lewd 'bonding'. The new students seem vaguely interested in you but also a bit hesitant to approach... you suppose as a result of being the new principal's daughter. So you exchange various mild pleasantries with them, but haven't made any real connections by the time the last class of the day ends. Last class being geography with what is obviously one of the new teachers, a handsome black woman with multiple braids pulled back and tied together, and the absolutely amazing chest and full hips and rear that say she's probably one of Katsuko's futanari servants. Her name is Amanda Mason, and she has a rich British accent to her Japanese that seems to entrance the students almost as much as her bosoms do.\n\n"Akihira-san, if you'd wait a moment, please," she announces as the last bell rings, leaning against the side of her desk.\n\nYou blink, but wait for the rest of the students file out, bidding a few goodbye as they do the same for you. Once all of them have left, you stand up and make your way up to the teacher's desk. "Yes, Mason-sensei?"\n\n"So you're Ryoko's 'daughter', hm?" You bristle at her complete lack of honorifics and her brazen familiarity, then remind yourself to calm down... she's obviously not Japanese. Nor, for that matter, are you, so why get so huffy on your mother's behalf? "She couldn't help but brag on you a fair bit this morning. I admit that it made me a bit hard, listening to her talk about what a sweet little cocksucker you were."\n\nYour face flushes in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal at the thought of your mother sharing your activities with a roomful of teachers, but obviously they're all of the same mindset on that sort of thing. Apparently the new culture Katsuko wants to create is one of rather unabashed and open sexuality. "Ah, yes, well... we're rather... close, yes," you murmur bashfully, glancing aside. "Despite the starting circumstances," you add, since you picked up the emphasis she put on 'daughter'.\n\n"I don't mind telling you, it would lift my own spirits quite a bit to feel that magic mouth Ryoko talked about," the teacher says with a wistful sigh. Then she grins, fingers undoing the front of her black pants and reaching inside, fishing out a thick length of futa cock. Your blush intensifies as she strokes the hefty shaft, the color of rich cocoa, to stiffness. "How about it, hm? Give sensei some relief by sucking her off and then bending over the desk and spreading those cute little cheeks...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Decline.|Kyoko6x4]]

"A-alright," you murmur, cheeks blazing an even brighter red as you say it.\n\n"Good girl. Now, I know you're hungry for cock," she teases, making you squirm in embarrassment even as you lean in and give a long lick up the shaft again. "But this time take your time about it. Use that tongue and your lips more... yeees, there you go," she coos as you kiss close to the base of it and then run your lips up the side, dragging your tongue along with them. "Show it some of that love you feel for it, pet."\n\nYou want to be embarrassed or humiliated by her calling you a cock-lover, or all these pet names, but frankly you can't really argue with her at the moment, her cock is just soooo nice. You stroke your tongue up the underside again, then swirl it around the tip before kissing along the side of the head. Your lips press along the cap, and your tongue flicks against the underside, before you slide back down with your lips to flick your tongue along the base of it.\n\nYou're so focused on your task that you don't even notice that the maid Kasumi has entered the room until her bright chirp of a voice says, "Finished with dinner, Mistress?"\n\nYou try to draw away, but Ryoko's hand on your head gently pushes you back up against her cock, rubbing your nose along it. A deep inhale of her scent and the feel of it rubbing on your skin is enough to get you refocused on your task, your tongue sticking out and swirling around a place on the shaft. "Mm, for now have Setsuna set it aside, we might wind up wanting some later," Ryoko says casually, as if she didn't have her genetic daughter kneeling between her legs worshiping her cock. "If you would, Kasumi, please come over and help me out of my clothes as much as you can without disturbing young Kyoko's work... oh, and you should be able to relieve her of her panties without getting in her way, I imagine."\n\n"Yes, Mistress, of course," Kasumi answers breezily, walking over. You roll your eyes up while continuing to kiss and lick and suck along Ryoko's shaft, watching as Kasumi undoes Ryoko's jacket and helps her lightly shrug out of it, then does the same with her blouse, the maid's fingers quick, efficient, and professional as she pulls the blouse aside and off to reveal the black-haired woman's massive tits cupped by black lace. The maid moves behind Ryoko to undo her bra and slip it off, those heavy boobs settling a little bit, capped by puffy dark nipples. Then Kasumi moves around, kneeling behind you and leaning forward, her own rather ample chest pressing against your back as she leans forward. Her breath is warm against your neck, and despite her seeming professionalism as she reaches forward and carefully begins drawing down Ryoko's panties and pantyhose, you feel her give the spot just behind and below your ear a playful, kittenish lick that makes you shiver.\n\nOnce she's pulled Ryoko's underwear off and set them aside, Kasumi's hands slip up along your thighs, sliding into your soaked panties, leaving you to lean forward and rub your face against Ryoko's cock as the maid starts sliding them down and off. Obviously more inclined to let her hands wander with you than with the lady of the house, you feel her fingers stroke brazenly across your slit as it's bared, and when she slips her hand around to get a different angle on sliding the panties over your knees, she takes the opportunity to tease your pucker a bit with her thumb as well. Finally having collected your panties, the maid gathers up the discarded clothing and rises, giving you both a bow and a smile before withdrawing.\n\n"Now suck my balls, darling," Ryoko murmurs encouragingly, giving a soft moan as you duck down and begin to do just that, licking at her soft, hairless, somehow feminine sack before sucking one of the big orbs into your mouth. "There we go, that's right," she continues to purr, the hand not rubbing your head reaching up to fondle one of her own breasts, pinching the stiff nipple between her fingers and stroking over the full curve of it. "Mmm, get a bit more in there, get your tongue in my ass," she orders sweetly, an order you obey, feeling her balls resting on your face, hot and soft and warm as you swirl your tongue around her pucker. You press it inside, stiffening it and bobbing your head back and forth, her balls rubbing against your face as you do.\n\nYou continue using your tongue and mouth to work over Ryoko's shaft, balls, and asshole for the next hour... every time she seems close to cumming, she redirects you to another part of her cock, drawing it out, obviously wanting to watch you worship her cock. It seems like her balls are getting bigger and ever more full every time you turn to sucking and kissing at them, and eventually she clearly can't take anymore. Her grip in your hair turns firm again suddenly, pulling you back as she grunts like a beast and begins spilling a huge load all over your face, enough thick, hot cum, enough to glaze you like a fattening dessert while you moan and gasp eagerly from feeling her jizz paint your skin and hair.\n\nRather than seeming satisfied, she hauls you to your feet, pausing only long enough to yank your shirt off and throw it aside, shoving your bra up to bare your perky teenage tits before she whirls around and shoves you forward over the table. Displaying none of the patience she urged you to have, she presses her cock up against your sodden pussy and shoves forward, stuffing it into you and making you scream as your wet little hole stretches and spasms in orgasm at the same time. She grabs your sleek hips and begins pounding away at you, her hefty tits bouncing and swaying as she fucks you relentlessly, driving you to orgasm after orgasm as the table shudders across the floor underneath you. After some time she undoes your bra and then flips you over, spinning you around on her cock before yanking the bra off and resuming going at you, giving you a perfect view of those massive tits wobbling above you and her eager, lustful face as she takes you.\n\nEventually she groans and shoves forward, and you can feel her cock twitching inside you as it spills thick gushes of cum deep inside, making you shudder in another powerful orgasm. Without even pulling out of you, she hauls you up and against her, crushing you against those soft globes and shoving her tongue in your mouth, kissing you passionately. You wrap your arms and legs around her, bouncing eagerly on her relentlessly hard cock as she turns and carries you through the living room, past Kasumi and Setsuna who both bow formally at your passing, and up the stairs into her bedroom. Dropping onto the bed and practically crushing you under those tits, she begins pounding down into you, only raising her head so she can listen to you squeal and wail in pleasure.\n\n"You like it, baby?" she pants out eagerly, albeit still with some of that smooth purr she usually speaks in. "You like Mommy's big, fat cock in your naughty little pussy?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Yes, please, fuck me more, Mommy!"|Kyoko6x3]]\n\n[["*brainless slutty orgasm noises*"|Kyoko]]

You consider for a moment... then smile. "Well. The way you've punished me has worked out quite well. Why not expand our family a little, Mother?"\n\n"Ohhh?" She quirks a brow... then smiles as well. "Yes, actually, I think that would be quite interesting."\n\nDespite the deep tone of her skin, you can see Amanda pale somewhat. "Wait, you don't mean...?" Two very tall women in sweats step in the doorway, both of them even more amazonian-looking than the other two women. They begin advancing on the teacher, who cowers, then tries to bolt. "You can't!" she wails, struggling pathetically as the big women grab her arms and lift her up, one calmly reaching forward to tuck Amanda's cock away before they start carrying her out of the room. "I don't want to be a Japanese school girl!" she sobs as disappears into the hall.\n\n"Goodness, such a lack of dignity," Ryoko tuts as if having just had to deal with a rather huffy firing, rather than ordering someone to be rewritten physically and legally into another person. She turns to you and strokes a hand over your hair and down your cheek. "But are you alright, darling?"\n\n"I'm fine." You smile back at her. "Thank you."\n\n"Well! Your room has already been remodeled into an office for you, since I think from now on I'd like you sleeping in my bed," your mother says, folding her arms again. "I suppose I'll have one of the smaller rooms downstairs prepared in a spartan condition for... Shiori, that's a good name. Her offense is, to my mind, rather less excusable than yours, so she'll have to work rather harder to earn our good graces. Collect your things, let's go out, dear."\n\n"Out?" you ask curiously as you move to grab your schoolbag.\n\n"Yes, we'll go out shopping for some new clothes for you. Well, and I suppose Shiori as well, since we have a convenient size comparison," she says in an amused tone as she drapes an arm around your shoulders, both of you laughing a bit as you head out the door.\n\nKasumi chauffeurs the two of you downtown, where you step into a very upscale-looking clothing shop... so upscale, in fact, that it looks like you might be the only people in here, this place possibly only admitting elite shoppers by appointment. "Now, darling, you just pick out whatever you like, don't even worry about the cost," your mother declares, stroking your hair. "You wound up having a difficult first day of school and some retail therapy is just what you need. While you're at it, why don't you pick out clothing for Shiori as well? She may someday earn the right to pick out her own clothes, but for now knowing that she will have to rely on your taste and generosity in what she wears will be a good lesson for her. After we're done here, we'll head over to the genetics facility to watch Amanda's rebirth."\n\nYou nod thoughtfully, starting to wander about. This place certainly has a little bit of everything... from body-hugging cotton panties to glimmery metallic thongs, from elegant lacy bras to cut-outs designed to lift and support and cover practically nothing, and outerwear ranging from 'elegant upper class lady' to 'gyaru slut'. Apparently they figure their clients are rich enough to dress like whores if they want to! Now, let's see... it seems like the two options are to pick a varied wardrobe that's a normal amount of sexy for the average teenage girl (well, with a few sexier options just for home wear), or something just blatantly sexy, bordering on slutty. Ah, and then there's the question of which of those to pick for your new sister...\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll both dress normal-sexy.|Kyoko6x6]]\n\n[[You'll dress normal-sexy, Shiori will dress slutty-sexy.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[You'll both dress slutty-sexy.|Kyoko]]

"I, ah... I'm sorry, that's... not something I do for just anyone," you demure, taking a slight step back and raising your hand in negation. "That's more between my mother and I."\n\n"Ah. Well, we'll just skip the blowjob, then, and go right to fucking your ass," the tall woman replies, reaching out to grab your raised wrist and yank you forward.\n\n"Wha?! HEY!" you yelp as you're yanked forward and forced over the desk, wincing as your arm is pulled behind your back. You struggle and kick your legs as well as you can as your skirt is flipped up in back and your panties yanked down just enough to bare your ass, the feeling of that hefty cock rubbing against your pert rear making you gasp.\n\n"Oh, hush, as if you won't be cumming your cute little brains out in-"\n\n"Mason."\n\nThe sub-zero and perfectly calm fury in your mother's voice makes the teacher yank her hands away from you as if you were on fire. You quickly leap to your feet and rush to the door where your mother is standing, unfolding one arm to drape it around you and tug you against her side. Her dark eyes flit to you as you tug your panties back up beneath your skirt, then swivel back to the other futa. "Just what do you think you were doing to my daughter?"\n\n"Ah, sorry if I got a little rough with her, got a little carried away, maybe," Amanda replies, smiling nervously as she holds up her hands in a 'mea culpa' gesture. "Just, from the sound of the story this morning, seemed like she was a cute toy to use, didn't mean to, you know..." She trails off, swallowing audibly.\n\n"And what part of my story this morning indicated that she was for <i>public use</i>?" your mother replies in a tone like frozen acid, the teacher visibly wincing and taking a step back, bumping against the wall and making her now mostly limp cock wobble in front of her. "Let alone after she told you no, and that it was something between herself and myself?"\n\n"I... I just-"\n\n"Kyoko-chan." Your mother glances aside and down at you, lifting her hand to stroke your hair. "It seems that Mason-sensei has overstepped her bounds. Considering it was you she infringed upon, what punishment do you think would be suitable...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Physical punishment.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[You want her gone.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Well. You could always use a sister...|Kyoko6x5]]

"It's a little empty, but it won't be that way for long," you say, keeping your voice gentle as you turn towards her and rest a hand on her arm. "Once you start adapting I'm sure Mother will be just as generous with you as she has with me."\n\n"She's <i>not</i> my mother," Shiori answers, obviously trying to snap it out, the effect somewhat ruined by the fact that her voice is cracking. She's obviously on the verge of tears as she yanks her arm away from your touch. "And you're <i>not</i> my sister. I'm no Shiori Akihira, I'm Amanda Mason! I'm not... this!"\n\nYou hesitate for a moment, then draw away, moving to sit on the side of the bed. You smooth out your skirt, then glance up at her. "Do you think this was easy for me either?"\n\nShe snorts, folding her arms and turning away. "You got changed what, two days ago? Three? You're already calling her 'mother' and snuggling on her, doesn't seem like it was exactly hard."\n\n"It was. I adapted quickly, yes," you acknowledge with a tilt of your head, then grin. "Some truly mind-blowing sex will do that for you. But part of it was that it helped me see that she'd care about me and care for me if I just let her."\n\n"<i>This</i> is <i>caring</i>?!" she demands with a thrust of her hands, obviously indicating her new body.\n\n"In their own way, I think it is, yes." You push yourself up and walk over, looking her in the eye... it's a little strange to look someone so perfectly and directly in the eye, but somehow you feel an instant greater connection for it. "They could have given us anyone's DNA. Even any random woman off the street. They could have stuck us in some dorm with one of their agents as an overseer, or tossed us out on the street to make our own way in society. Instead now we're Ryoko's flesh and blood... she's offering to make us part of her family."\n\n"This isn't a normal family," she mutters, staring down at the floor with tears in her eyes.\n\n"No, it's not." You reach out and gently tuck two fingers under her chin, tilting her head up and leaning in to kiss her cheek. "But that doesn't mean it has to be a bad one." You give a little flick of your hand in a wave as you move past her. "I'll see you in the morning, Shiori."\n\n"So, how is she doing?" your mother asks as you enter the bedroom, the older woman already sprawled out naked on the bed, stiff cock flopped against her belly.\n\n"Mm, still pretty shocked," you answer as you strip down, then clamber up onto the bed with her. You settle in beside her and begin stroking her cock, mming softly as one of her hands cups your crotch and slides a pair of fingers inside you. "But I think she'll come around."\n\nAfter several hours of her lovingly pounding your holes while you plead for more, the two of you snuggle up and drift off to sleep. You awake to your mother already walking out the bedroom door, but she pauses to smile and blow you a kiss. Smiling yourself, you get up and head in to shower. Poking around, you find that part of her large walk-in closet now contains your clothes as well, and you dress in a snug white long-sleeved shirt, black vest, black short skirt, black thigh-highs, and of course lacy black underthings. You poke your head into your new office in curiosity, finding multiple bookshelves packed with all sorts of books and magazines, a couch and chairs, a large-screen TV, and what looks like a high-end computer on the desk. There's also a second desk, albeit with nothing on it yet... obviously Mother is hoping you'll eventually be able to share this with your new sister. You pad downstairs to where Setsuna is making breakfast, settling down at the table.\n\nA few minutes later Shiori walks in, wearing a black shirt, white vest, white skirt and white thigh-highs. She makes a face at seeing that she (apparently inadvertantly) dressed to mirror you, then moves to take a seat at the table. "So where's Ryoko?" she grumbles.\n\n"Mother has to leave earlier than we do," you reply crisply, keeping your tone airy rather than correcting. "Setsuna, are you driving me to school today?"\n\n"Both of you." Setsuna glances over her shoulder. "Shiori was one of Katsuko's agents for several years before this. We decided she needed less time to adjust than you."\n\nShiori mutters under her breath at that, but nevertheless starts eating as breakfast is set in front of her, though every motion radiates sulkiness. Eventually the two of you head to the door, put on your shoes and then head out to pile into the car, being driven to school by the solemn maid as if nothing had changed from yesterday.\n\n"I'm... Shiori Akihira," she murmurs quietly once she's in front of the first class of the day, her dark eyes flicking to the side as she says it. "... Nice to meet you," she adds in a barely-audible mutter.\n\n"Thank you, Shiori, you may take the seat in front of your sister," the large-breasted teacher says, smiling and waving to the empty seat in front of you.\n\n"Hey, Kyoko-chan," one of the girls sitting near you says in a whisper as she leans over a bit. "Why did your sister arrive after you did? Aren't you twins?"\n\n"Yeah, and how come she's so much more... y'know?" the girl behind asks equally quietly, flicking her hand to somehow indicate 'not as cheerful'.\n\n"And how come your names are so different? People usually give twins similar names, but it's you with the name like your mom."\n\nYou can see Shiori's shoulders hunching some at her desk. She can obviously hear them despite the whispers.\n\n<hr>\n[[Build her up.|Kyoko6x8]]\n\n[[Brush it off.|Kyoko]]

Hm, no reason to go overboard... on either part. You can dress to show yourself off a bit and still not have jaws hanging open from your audacity. And might as well pick out the same thing for your new "twin"... it will just expand your wardrobe and make her transition easier.\n\nYou spend the next few hours picking out skirts, blouses, sweaters, some t-shirts, leggings, some pants, hose, and of course plenty of lingerie. A smattering of jewelry and other accessories, and you feel all set to try and become one of Fakkushiri High's many blooming flowers. One of the store ladies even does your makeup with the new array of it you bought, and brushes out and braids your hair, leaving a forelock on the right side with a simple gold clip on it. \n\n"Happy, Kyoko-chan?" your mother asks as the two of you settle into the car, most of the clothing having been set for delivery to the house. At the moment you're wearing a black silk blouse, black pleated skirt, and black thigh-highs with short heels, having decided to emulate her somewhat as to your current look.\n\n"Yes, Mother," you chirp back, leaning up to peck her on the lips, then letting it evolve into a deeper kiss, the two of you making out lightly along the drive to the facility.\n\nOutwardly it's an old but not terribly sprawling house, but enough so to justify a fairly tall wall around it. You glance around, not sure if it's the same place where you were changed, but you suppose it doesn't really matter... the procedure isn't terribly involved, is it? You smile a little as you and your mother, with Kasumi dutifully following close behind, enter a side door of the house and then immediately turn, descending down a steps into a fairly stark room where a handful of maids, Katsuko, and the naked (and currently unconscious) Amanda Mason wait.\n\n"Good evening, Kyoko-chan," Katsuko says lightly, glancing over.\n\n"Good evening, Mistress," you reply with cheerful respect, bowing as you do.\n\n"My my, you've certainly made quite the turnaround in your attitude since last we met, I'm impressed. I only hope your new sister will be as adaptable and willing to change." Katsuko smiles and steps forward, running a fingertip along your jaw. "But let's try to avoid making a habit of this, hm? As pretty as you are, people might get suspicious if there were a small army of you running about."\n\nYou giggle softly and nod. "Yes, Mistress, of course."\n\nAll of you turn as Amanda groans and starts pushing herself up, heavy tits and thick cock wobbling beneath her as she does. "I'm very disappointed in you, Amanda," Katsuko murmurs, the woman's head shooting up as she's spoken to, her eyes going wide. "I had very high hopes for you as one of my teachers, for a number of reasons. And yet here you are, after harassing one of the students that clearly and frankly told you 'no'."\n\n"B-but she was already Ryoko's plaything!" Amanda protests, scrambling to her feet and trying to back away, only to have a pair of maids grab her arms. "I just... I just assumed...!"\n\n"Yes, you did. Very incorrectly. And now, perhaps you can learn from young Kyoko's example. And directly, as well... Shiori."\n\n"No, wait!" The woman protests, then yelps at the press of the pressure syringe to her wrist. The maids drop her and step back, and you watch as she collapses to her hands and feet, beginning to moan and twitch, her breath starting to come in quick, hard pants. It's actually rather interesting, getting to see the process from the outside. You wonder if you shook your ass around so enticingly as it shrank and tightened up, if you arched your back to shove your tits forward as they grew smaller and perkier, if you spread your legs to show off your pussy as it opened anew and your cock disappeared into nothing. Well, you know two things that obviously weren't the same for you, as you watch her rich cocoa skin lighten to pale gold, and the braids in her hair get pushed back further as her already black hair shifts texture and lengthens, stretching down to the floor.\n\nSoon a near duplicate of you rests on all fours on the floor, gasping for breath and trembling. Maids move forward and, with an efficiency and smoothness as if they did this sort of thing every day, undo the braids in her hair and redo them in a single long braid in the same pattern as your own, leaving a left forelock loose and clipping a silver bangle to it. The largely unresisting girl is hauled to her feet, the maids working in unison to dress her in white blouse, white pleated skirt, and white shoes... though you notice they don't seem to have bothered giving her a matching white lace thong to the black one you're currently wearing. Once they're done and step back, the girl blinks a few times, obviously still a little dazed, staring down at her hands, then over towards the mirror.\n\n"Welcome to your new life, Shiori Akihira," Katsuko says smugly. "Try not to mess this one up."\n\nShiori is silent the whole car ride home, staring directly ahead, as if still almost completely disconnected from her experience. The three of you walk in the front door of the house and she just stops at the entrance, staring around at it, then down at her hands again. Your mother leans down and murmurs, "Darling, I had her room set up down that hallway, on the right. Why don't you show her to it?"\n\nYou nod, reaching out to take hold of one of Shiori's wrists, the girl almost flinching. "Shoes off," you note, and she removes her heels somewhat mechanically before you lead her down the hall to her room. It is in fact a bit smaller than yours... well, your office now, mother said... and pretty much as spartan, though you assume there are more clothes in the (no doubt small) closet. You glance around, then look at Shiori, who's just staring around the room as if completely lost.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be gentle.|Kyoko6x7]]\n\n[[Be sexual.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Be cold.|Kyoko]]

If you plan this right, you can probably get down there and take him out before he can risk giving the alarm to anyone else. You spend several moments preparing and mentally running through your plan, before putting it into action using what you know you can do after the last week or so of living in this world. Giving a slight hop forward, you hit the ground of the cellar rolling and already coming to your feet, grabbing your sword as you dash towards the orc. He's still surprised and turning to bring his sword up properly when you draw and slash, sending his head tumbling through the air. It thuds and wobbles a bit in place about the time his body is toppling forward and thumping to the floor as well, leaving you a bit surprised how well that worked. Maybe your level is increasing or something? Is that how this world works?\n\nEither way, you now have a dead orc and a clear path ahead. Although... you pause and glance down at the body, which at least isn't spurting blood and other fluids... it's not quite entirely 'clean', but you have noticed that killing people isn't nearly as messy as all the realism buffs back in your world assured you it was when they were railing about how stupid absolutely every Hollywood movie is. You do take a moment to clean off your sword as you turn your attention ahead. The opening in the floor sort of slopes down into a chamber, and from here you can see that there are three openings, two of them natural and one looking like it probably opened up in an earthquake or something. The far right passage is clean and smooth... you'd almost call it shiny, since it's weirdly lacking in any sense of grime or dirt. The middle passage also looks like it's fully artificial, with walls and a smoothed stone floor, but like it's also been subject to some mildew and dirt over the last however-long. And the rent in the wall just looks like a natural stone passage, but looks to stay fairly wide and lead further down and in.\n\nYou start to ask Screamer's advice, but thinking of the skull makes you remember. You glance down at the neatly beheaded orc. Well... that's actually kind of convenient, isn't it? You have that scroll that could strip the flesh off the body apparently, and most likely enough money to let Screamer incarnate with it, since he obviously wasn't a super strong orc or anything. \n\n<hr>\n[[Suggest it.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Nah, you doubt Screamer wants to be an orc.|EricMF4x2]]

"Shiori-chan had a lot of friends she was really close to where we moved from," you reply quietly, glancing aside. "Mother gave her an extra day to say goodbye, she's just upset. And mother actually just likes the name 'Shiori', that's why she has it."\n\nThe other girls give soft 'ohs' and settle back into their own seats. You look forward at Shiori, and not much seems to have changed, though you think a little bit of tension has gone out of the way she sits. As the day goes on and lunch rolls around, she even agrees to eat with you, though she sits silently and still a bit morosely all throughout. Once you reach over and pat her consolingly on the thigh and she almost jumps, but after staring at you for a second she nods, if a little grudgingly.\n\nThe last class of the day rolls around, geography. In strides a new teacher, this one pale and black-haired and with a bit of a Kansai accent that she shows off after she bows. "Greetings, class. I am Akiko Matsuhira, just Akiko-sensei is fine!"\n\nYou can practically hear Shiori's teeth grinding, her nails scratching across the surface of her desk as her fingers curl. Oh dear. Well, you had a bit of the same reaction when you were told Ryoko would be replacing you as principal, you suppose you can't blame her. Still, you hope she calms down about it and doesn't actually take it out on her poor replacement, who likely had even less to do with it than your mother did yours.\n\n"I know it's a bit odd on my first day, and you having changed teachers so rapidly lately, but I have a lot lot lot of catching up to do, I need to get it together," Akiko-sensei says with a rather unteacherly giggle, rapping her knuckles against the side of her head. "So I'm going to make this a self-study period and go finish looking over your files and stuff. Finish yesterday's homework if you haven't already!"\n\nOnce she's left, the class of course falls to discussion, much of it having to do with the new teacher. "Wow! Another really hot babe!"\n\n"But another teacher change, so soon?" someone alse says, shaking their head.\n\n"Yeah, Mason-sensei was gone basically as soon as she walked in."\n\n"She must've done something bad. Like really bad," one girl says with a 'tsk' tone.\n\n"Well, I mean, it's not like she really belonged here anyway," a boy scoffs, leaning to one side in his desk and resting an arm on its surface. "What was she even doing teaching at our school anyway?"\n\n"Yeah, maybe she just slunk back wherever she came from!"\n\nSeveral of them laugh, and you glance over at Shiori, seeing that she's leaned over her desk, shoulders shaking slightly. It looks like she's on the verge of crying. You're jolted out of your worry by someone tapping you on the shoulder.\n\n"Hey, Kyoko-chan, you and Shiori are the principal's daughter, right?" The girl glances over at Shiori, and you see her expression soften just a little, obviously attributing her posture to your earlier mention of having to leave her close friends. The girl looks back at you. "Do <i>you</i> know why that Amanda Mason left...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[She's just gone.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[She got a great opportunity.|Kyoko6x9]]

"Hey, Screamer, just to check," you note as you resheath your sword and glance down at the skull on your belt. "You don't particularly want to be an orc, do you?"\n\n"Hmmm." The skull apparently takes a moment to think it over before answering, "No, I do not think so, not when there are likely to be much better options available ahead of us. An orc would provide a relatively poor amount of magical power for me to expand my consciousness with after all, and I would likely be stuck as a skeleton for quite some time because of that."\n\nYou nod at that, carefully making your way down the slope into the chamber below. "Yeah, that's kind of what I thought. Okay, which of these three passages should I take?"\n\n"That is largely up to you," Screamer answers evenly. "And what you wish to find there. The passage to your right leads into the area of the ancient underground city where the royalty once lived. Normally the magical traps placed on that place would make it extremely difficult to pass through there, but with myself as a sort of 'passcard', you should be relatively safe. Though it would still be fairly difficult to access some of the vaults, so the selection of items will be somewhat more limited, but there will be no enemies to speak of. The central path leads towards the 'common' areas of the city that once thrived here... it is vast and full of potentially valuable items of a more 'normal' adventurer's level, and the monsters that inhabit it should be well within your ability to handle, unless you become severely outnumbered. The rent in the wall is more recent but still counts as part of this area, so I can guide you through it if you wish... in fact I sense a truly massive amount of treasure and artifacts from below, but also a number of extremely dangerous creatures."\n\n"... Any preferences on your end?" you ask as you consider the three.\n\n"I believe any of the options has the potential to lead me to an acceptable body. I have no overriding wishes on that part."\n\nAlright, so Screamer's not going to urge you to take any particular path. You've got a choice between a safe area where most of the best stuff will be locked up too securely for you to get at it, a mid-range area you can handle but will probably require a lot more looking around and exploring to get something decent, and a really dangerous area with great rewards. Which is best...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Safe but limited.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Mid-range.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Dangerous and rewarding.|EricMF]]

Sandy seemed okay. She seemed closer to your age, or maybe she just acted like it. At the least she was one of the ones doing her best to keep you involved earlier, maybe she'd be okay to talk to.\n\nYou eventually find her in the sort of raised area along one wall, sitting on one of the square, cushion-topped things that are scattered around in various spots that look like a table but you suppose are more like a couch or something. Whatever you call it, she's sitting on a purple one, with a number of other people scattered around nearby. Her jacket's been taken off and tossed towards the corner of the thing, in danger of falling off on the floor, but she doesn't seem too worried about that. The people here are close enough to still chat casually with each other without being all clumped-up, though Sandy definitely seems the most animated, chattering away energetically every time she's addressed, almost sloshing out her own bottle when she gestures.\n\n"Oh hey, it's Will's little bro!" she chirps brightly as you approach. "S'up my dude!" she adds as you come to a stop standing in front of her, leaning back a bit on one hand and taking a pull from her beer(?). You blush and try not to stare at the way it makes her chest jut out... she couldn't compare with even Lil's obvious size, but they still look quite big, especially on her otherwise fairly lean and petite frame.\n\n"Hey, Sandy," you greet, then stall out, not really sure where you were going with this. Didn't you have a plan? It felt like you had a plan before, but now you realize you didn't have one other than 'go talk to a girl' and you're starting to feel stupid.\n\nLuckily Sandy doesn't seem to care, grinning at you as she rests her bottle against the inside of her knee. "So, you having a good time? I always have a good time at your bro's parties, there's a ton of different people that show up, they bring great stuff, it's huge fun!"\n\n"I'm actually... not great with parties," you admit, shaking your head. "Or, y'know... people."\n\n"Awww! You just gotta work at it, man!" she urges, gesturing at you a bit with her own bottle. "You gotta charge at stuff! You gotta not give a flip what anyone thinks and just have fun! You only have one life, you've gotta live it!"\n\nApparently just working herself up the more she spouts inspirational phrases, Sandy turns and half-crawls up onto the square-seat, hopping her knees up onto it and making her skirt flip up briefly... and making your eyes widen and your face go red as you get a flash of her entirely bare ass and sex beneath. She gets her feet on the cushion and stands up, whipping around and thrusting her hands up and out (and also giving you and a few of the other less vertically-inclined people nearby a look up her skirt). "Life should be a party!" she declares happily, to apparently the whole room. "And if you wanna be good at life, you gotta be good at parties!"\n\nShe beams at the smattering of applause, and shouts/whistles of agreement, before she hops back down to the floor in front of you, grinning. Perhaps taking your red-faced silence as secondhand embarrassment over her shouting, she snickers. "See? No big deal! No lightning from the sky striking me dead for standing on the furniture or shouting, so how bad can it really be? You gotta have fun, yanno!"\n\n"Uh, y-yeah, but... but you kinda..." You swallow, uncertain how to say it, the words coming out a bit strangled. "... you kinda forgot your panties..."\n\n"Hm?" She blinks, then glances down. "Oh no, I totally didn't forget," she says breezily, reaching down and actually lifting up the front of the skirt, nonchalantly showing off her smooth-shaven crotch, a small, curled heart tattooed flitting up at the left side of it. "Like five minutes after I got here I just took 'em off and shoved 'em in a jacket pocket, that way it's less likely I'll lose 'em when they come off later, yanno?"\n\n"O... oh," you manage faintly, feeling a little dizzy.\n\n"Hmmm?" Sandy looks up at you as she lets her skirt drop again... then grins wolfishly as she leans in, head turning some as she twiddles a finger against your chest. "Whassamatter, Jamie? Would ya happen to be... a virgin?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... yes.|QOBro]]\n\n[[... no comment.|QOBro]]

* <b>Main:</b> Eric can use the "[[Sword|HLMai4x1]]" body wash when showering at Mai's.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can also decide he [[likes the club owner's offer|CC3x6]] when playing with Honey Trap.\n* <b>Main:</b> Dark General Mike can now do a [[dress code review|DarkMike1x5]] while undercover as a teacher.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now decide she is [[uninterested|GGParent14x1]] in her parents' party.\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can now do fuckall with his vacation so that he starts school again. (The vacation has also been generic'd so it can be either spring break or summer break.)

"No, I'll go ahead and drink it here," you reply. The walk over was rather warm, anyway, and you don't really want to wait for that decidedly unique treat. \n\n"Excellent!" Tandy chirps, stuffing the straw in and setting the milkshake on top of the glass divider. "Please, enjoy!" \n\nNodding, you pick up the glass, trying not to be fussy about just how cold it is on your fingers, because yow! Instead you take a moment to appreciate the stylish-looking milkshake, and that Tandy has thoughtfully invested in the sort of wide, durable milkshake straws that won't collapse when you suck on them or pop a blood vessel in your brain trying to suck a semi-solid through a space meant for a thin liquid. And indeed, when you wrap your mouth around it and suck, the milkshake flows up it smoothly... even before it hits your tongue you can tell that it's the perfect creamy texture, and then the taste hits. Chocolate cherry! Not some muddled blending of the two, but chocolate and cherry both, perfectly mingled and yet distinct! Even the temperature is somehow just perfect, the cool spreading through your body as smoothly as something warm would on a cold day.\n\n"Wow, it's amazing!" you blurt enthusiastically, seeing Tandy beam before you return to sucking on the straw. The flavor is so strong and pleasantly balanced that it's almost as if it fuzzes your brain of anything else, and the pleasant cold spreading through your body further relaxes you and slows your thoughts. You don't even notice as your hands begin to change color where they're holding the glass, slowly becoming pink with large mottled blotches of tan, the colors gradually darkening every time you suck on the straw.\n\nYour eyes glaze over, even as they turn red and begin to glow, short, nubby horns pushing out from your forehead. With every suck on the straw your breasts begin to expand as well, pushing outward and stretching your shirt, the cold centered there becoming gradually more intense, making you shiver some, a faint, thick sloshing almost audible from the now melon-sized mammaries. As your shirt rides up from your belly, that too begins to pooch out, a soft, tender roundness swelling out the front of it and stretching at the front of your jeans... which eventually snap, spilling your growing udder outward, large brown splotches marking the pale but darkening red skin, covering two of the long, thick teats brown and two red as they begin to grow out from the wobbling, slowly filling, and almost freezing cold udder. \n\nFogged by the pleasurable taste and numbed by the cold, you absently bring a hand down to shove at your jeans, wiggling them over your growing and expanding red-and-brown butt, your tuft-tipped tail pushing outward and flicking over the steadily more generous curves. Your jeans get stuck around your thickened thighs, but seem to be tearing well enough as the lower parts of your legs change shape, feet pulling out of your shoes and socks as your toes fuse together and nails join into thick, black hooves that you thump back onto the tile of the floor as tatters of denim litter it. Your shirt is the next to give up the ghost, fabric tearing here and there before givin way completely, your now more-than-head-sized tits spilling free, one red and one brown, hanging heavily and sloshing faintly as your nipples thicken and lengthen to be almost as impressive as your teats. \n\n"Perfect, just perfect," Tandy coos as she rounds the counter, circling around your naked form as you stare forward dully while holding the empty milkshake glass, your cow tail flitting back and forth behind you. She rests a hand on your enlarged ass and gives it a shake, then walks around in front of you. Grinning, she wraps a hand around one of your nipples, squeezing and pulling it towards yourself, giving a little 'oo!' of pleasure as thick, creamy dark pink liquid dribbles out over her fingers. "It's so cold, too! Absolutely the perfect temperature!" she coos, reaching for your other nipple and giving it a similarly milking squeeze, giggling as brown milkshake oozes out. "Now, if the taste is right..."\n\nShe leans forward, the blonde closing her eyes as her lips part and slide over the long, thick nipple, her tongue rolling against the underside as she slides forward. You let out a moan that comes out more like a mmmmooooooooan as your nipple bumps briefly against the back of her throat before she pulls back some, fastening her lips more tightly and starting to suck. Her throat visibly works as her mouth fills with cherry milkshake again and again, before she pulls off of it with a light 'pfwah!' and moves to suck on your other nipple instead. You roll your glowing red eyes and let out another purely livestock-ish sound of pleasure as her further stimulation sets you off, your mottled red-and-brown pussy quivering as you cum.\n\n"The taste is perfect too! This is going to save so much time!" Tandy chirps as she straightens up, before taking your hand and leading you around the counter again. "Come along, dear, let's get you hooked up!"\n\n"Mmmmmmoooooooo," you drone back in reply, unable to think through the tasty, chilly haze wrapped around your brain by the milkshake. Tandy leads the way to the area beside the ice cream tubs, to a silver under-counter door with an oddly-shaped hole in it, the counter above bearing a number of old-style metal fountain dispensors. She swings the door open and guides you into kneeling onto all fours and crawling inside the small area filled with hookups and other equipment. Still, there's enough room for your udder and teats to be a bit off the floor, even as she nudges your hooves further forward so that they're under the counter with the rest of you... save for your ass and pussy jutting out behind you.\n\nAt the flick of a switch by Tandy, several manacles clamp around your legs, arms, and neck, holding you in place. The suddenness of being restrained is enough to break through the haze around your mind, and you jolt against the restraints. "W-wha?! Oh my God, what did you do to me?! Let me go!" you yelp, yanking against the metal rings binding you and finding that you can barely even move your head. "What is this?! What's going on! Stop! Sto-!" You cut off in fear at the sight of something lowering towards your head. It looks like a cross between a cow mask and some sort of fetish gear... a black thing with dark lenses for eyes and various tubes and cables running to the muzzle. "No! No! Don't put that on me! Noooo!" you howl, the sound of your own pleas surrounding you as the mask slides into place over your head, the effect making it clear that it's completely soundproof and none of your cries will carry outside of it. It tightens around your horns and neck, obviously locking into place.\n\nThen you can feel your nipples and teats being encased in tight, gripping sheaths. You yelp, the sound loud in the mask... and then can't help but moan loudly as the things gripping at you start sucking hard. Your eyes roll... not that you could see much anyway between the unlit cubicle and the dark lenses of your mask... as you can feel a slow, steady flow of the thick fluid filling your tits and udder being sucked out, an orgasm almost immediately hitting you, and then another. Surrounded completely by the sound of your own unwilling moans and the crashing impacts of cumming, you barely even notice at the feel of cold metal swinging into place framing your ass and pussy, and the last hints of light from the outside world.\n\nAbove, Tandy smiles as she releases the lever of the fountain, lifting the milkshake glass full of brown-and-red swirled frozen cream. "Perfect!" she chirps, sticking a straw. "Perfect right out of the tap!" She takes a long draw from the straw. "Mm, and none of the side effects either," she notes, glancing down at where your ass and pussy are sticking out of the below-counter door, out of sight of any potential customers. Of course, you can't hear or see any of this... all you can see is darkness, and all you can hear is the sound of your own heavy breathing in the aftermath of the suction at your nipples and teats making you cum repeatedly. However, you certainly feel it as a cock pushes into your pussy, your eyes rolling as the long, thick shaft pushes deep into you and starts pumping.\n\n"A very handy addition to the shop overall," Tandy chirps, pumping her hips to stroke her prick into your convenient wallpussy, all the while sipping from the milkshake you had multiple orgasms producing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGCandy9xEnd]]

"Sure, I'm game for hearing it," you answer once you've finished off the cookie.\n\n"Well! First off I thought you'd like breakfast in bed!" your mother calls from the kitchen. Though a moment later she emerges, dabbing her hands off with a towel that she then tucks the corner of into her pocket. "After that, I thought we'd go to the mall, and you could pick out one or two impromptu birthday presents of your own, sort of as an apology for your father not being able to be here since he had that business trip. For lunch we can go to that place with the fancy burgers and all the video games. Then we can go to the movie theater for that new superhero movie you've been wanting to see." Obviously enjoying your growing excitement, your mother smiles and reaches out to stroke your hair with one hand, smiling as she continues. "Then we can come home for you favorite dinner, cake, and presents, and after that..."\n\nHer hand slips to the back of your head and pulls you in as she leans down. Your eyes go wide as you find your mother kissing you... not the gentle pecks on the face or lips she usually uses, but a full, actual kiss, her lips melding against yours and tongue sliding into your mouth, sliding over and stroking against your own. You're still standing there in shock as her other hand slides down, deftly undoing the button and zipper of your jeans and fishing out your cock... and while your brain may still be bluescreened, your dick apparently has no such problems, stiff and throbbing as she wraps her hand around it and gives a few slow, gentle strokes.\n\nBreaking the kiss and pulling back just slightly, her smile now sensual as she continues gently stroking your prick, your mother coos, "Then we'll go upstairs and you can fuck me however you want until you pass out. Sound fun?"\n\n"I... I... I..." You just stare at her, stammering and trying to get your brain to kick back into gear, and finding it difficult with just how good her hand feels on your dick despite everything else. After a moment all you can manage is a blurt of, "But what about Dad?!"\n\n"Oh, he wanted to be here for it, darling, he really did," your mother says with a soft sigh, before leaning in and starting to lay soft, gently sucking kisses along the side of your neck, making you shiver. "But that darn business trip came up." You gasp as she gently tugs at your earlobe with her teeth before whispering, "But he told me to tell you to not hold back at all and fuck me extra for him, alright?" She giggles a bit before straightening up, now just gently holding your throbbing, at-the-edge dick in her hand as she otherwise gives you her normal sweet look. "Now, dear, since I can work in various setting up tomorrow amidst other things, is there anything special you wanted me to add to our little rendevous tomorrow night? Anything at all? Don't worry, no matter how wicked or impossible it might seem, I'll do my best to make it happen. This is a very special birthday for you, after all, and this is a longstanding family tradition. Nothing is too big to ask for!"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Well...|QOFam5x2]]\n\n[[... No, you're good.|QOFam6x1]]\n\n[[You can't do this!!|QOFam]]

"W-what?" Lauriel stammers, eyes widening and face going a bit pale, starting to show some real fear for the first time. \n\nYour smile broadens... and your teeth sharpen as you call to mind your desire to bite her earlier. Only this time you give into it, snapping forward and sinking your teeth into Lauriel's shoulder, the elf's yowl of pain trailing up into a shriek as something begins flowing through your elongated canines and into her body. She writhes beneath you, her protests turning into soft whimpers as you finally pull away and step back, the light marring of her skin quickly disappearing.\n\nBut she's already beginning to sweat, her body still writhing as the magical venom you injected her with flows through her veins. She hauls herself forward onto the bed as if momentarily overcome by the need to get a little further away from you, then flops over onto her back. Groaning, she jerks her hips up in the air, then slides a hand between her thighs, starting to rub at her pussy. "What... what did you do to me?" she whines.\n\n"Like I said, just getting you ready for display," you respond with a snicker. "Seemed like the easiest way to do it would be to put the magic inside you... and the easiest way to make sure it circulated through was to get your heart pumping nice and fast. Don't worry, you're going to look great-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-in the garden."|MeanLove3ax1]]\n\n[["-for your new job."|MeanLove3x9]]\n\n[["-for your funeral."|MeanLove]]

"I..." You're still struggling a little to get your brain ordered, but you do seem to have accepted the reality of the situation... and if you have any moral qualms about the arrangement, your dick has apparently sent an override order on them somewhere between smearing pre all over your mother's fingers. "I guess... maybe there is something...?"\n\n"Yes, dear, go on," she urges gently, giving your dick an equally gentle squeeze and making you moan.\n\nYou try to think. Several possible things come to mind...\n\n<hr>\n[[You want to wait for your dad.|QOFam]]\n\n[[You want to film it.|QOFam]]\n\n[[You want to knock her up.|QOFam]]\n\n[[You want to see her fuck a dog.|QOFam]]\n\n[[You want her to do the fucking.|QOFam]]\n\n[[You want to share her with your friends.|QOFam]]

You wake up... you think about an hour later, to judge by the change in the light pouring in through the windows. You sit up with a low groan, raising a hand to your forehead, then giving a soft 'ow' as you encounter something sharp, looking at your hand in surprise... and feeling further shock when you realize it's a pale shade of purple. Getting to your feet, you hurry to the nearest bathroom to look in the mirror, staring some at what you find looking back at you.\n\nYou're not quite as... demon-y... as the demoness who changed you was, but you're definitely not quite human. In addition to the faint purple tint to your skin, you have a pair of shortish horns that start at the outer edge of your forehead and angle out and then up. Your hair is still blonde for the most part, but has grown out by about two inches... two inches of metallic blue, which it is at the roots. Your eyes have turned yellow but they're at least still white around that. Your tits are... wow, your tits are easily E-cups now, and you can't help but give them a heft with both hands. You could rule the school with these alone, you're pretty sure, no powers required. And... okay, your lower body seems to be mostly unchanged, though your toenails (and fingernails for that matter) are now a darker, shinier color, like tinted glass or something. Your stomach also shows no signs of the massive bloating from cum it did earlier... you must have absorbed all of it when you changed.\n\nYou blink at the sound of your phone's text tone from the hall. Padding back out, you pick it up and glance at the screen. 'Coming.' it says simply, from Lauriel's contact. That's right, she said she'd send word ten minutes before... maybe. That bitch.\n\nYou smile slowly. Well, you'll show her. ... Hm, how are you going to show her, though? You tuck your cellphone into an interdimensional pocket as you think... then blink, pulling it back out. How did you know how to do that? ... You just did. You suppose that's handy... but it also seems like you won't know whether you can do something until you try. You'll just have to decide what you're going to do, try it, and see if it works out, you guess.\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack her when she comes home.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Fake her out.|MeanLove3x6]]

You stare for a long moment... then abruptly shoot upright. "Sorry, really wish I could, got work to do though, blog won't write itself."\n\n"Hey!" the rabbit shouts.\n\n"I'll send a check or something maybe some nice flowers okay I love you buh-bye," you add with a little wave of the hand as you turn and start speedwalking towards your car. After all they're rabbits what could they possibly-\n\n"GET 'ER!"\n\nYou almost reflexively break into a run, but yelp as multiple furry bodies thump against your legs and back, sending you toppling to the grassy ground beside the road. You struggle but there must be over a dozen of the dog-sized rabbits all over you, and combined they're way too strong, even as they start grabbing at your clothes and yanking at them. You cry out protest to no effect as your shirt is hauled up and off, your bra unhooked and hauled off of you to bare your large breasts, your jeans undone and hauled down over your hips along with your panties, squirmed off along with your socks and sneakers. Quickly rendered naked, you're flopped over on yoru front, rabbits plopping to sit on your limbs to hold you spread-eagled on the grass beneath the midmorning sunshine. "Let me <i>go</i>!" you demand in alarm and outrage, still trying to struggle but not doing much more than making your bare tits jiggle.\n\n"You're gonna help us make our quota of eggs one way or another!" the scolding rabbit announces, hopping up between your spread legs. Your eyes widen as his crotch bulges... and a very large (and rather human-ish) cock starts growing out, jutting up ahead of him, a pair of fuzzy brown balls dropping down below it. In moments the rabbit has a truly immense cock for his size, being at least a foot long, a furry sheath around the base of it and matching huge dangly balls beneath. He slaps it against your bare pussy, rubbing it back and forth with his cute little paws, while leering at you in a decidedly uncute way. "This probably works out better anyway! Now you won't be ordering us around, you'll just be producing product!"\n\n"W-wait," you try to protest, only for the rabbit to pull back and thrust forward, plunging that big dick right into your slightly damp pussy. Your eyes roll up in your head some and your teeth grit as it plunges deeper inside you than you've ever had anything, spreading you open wide around its girth. The rabbit hopes forward, bottoming out against you so that you can feel that furry sheath pressing up against your pussylips. Then he begins working his hips at practically a blur, fucking you bunny-speed and making you squeal and moan as his cock pumps barely an inch in and out of you but works you at such speed that soon you're sodden wet around him. His furry balls slap against your ass like a frantic drumbeat as he pistons away at you like mad, making you writhe and squirm between the furry mass of bunnies.\n\nSoon others have hardons too, and you can feel them rubbing their surprisingly big cocks against your arms, your legs, two of them grinding them against your breasts, indenting the soft flesh with their fat pricks, obviously enjoying the way their leader's thrusts are making them jiggle to judge by the smears of pre they leave. You can't help but have several rather messy orgasms as the rabbit speedfucks you, your pussy squirting all over his fur as it squeezes and shudders around his prick. It's still only a few moments before he gives a surprisingly adorable squeal and starts pumping a truly voluminous load inside you, enough to bulge your belly up slightly. He hops away, and before much of his load can leak out another of the rabbits has leaped in to take his place, plunging in to the hilt on the first thrust and starting to blurfuck you as well.\n\nAll in all before it's done at least five of the rabbits have taken turns with you, the last one propped up some by your belly, which wobbles and looks visibly pregnant from all the rabbit cum poured deep into your womb. The rabbit hops away, leaving you moaning and half-conscious as you process that you're no longer getting fucked. But an odd shifting feeling inside causes you to try to focus, lifting your head and staring down past your sweaty tits at your swollen belly... which starts to swell more visibly all on its own. Your eyes go wide again, your whole body shuddering as that wet, hot feeling inside of you starts to grow more solid and strange and shifty, as your stomach grows and grows, quickly coming to look nine months pregnant, and then more, faint individual bulges visible against the taut surface of your skin.\n\nAnd then you feel another shift inside you, and your eyes roll up as a new, strange, and intense pleasure overcomes your body at the feel of something smooth starting to push <i>out</i> of your pussy. Your hips buck and twist as much as your captors will allow as you feel that shifting, sliding sensation, your own orgasms helping push the thing out. Your pussy spreads open, your tongue jutting out and eyes rolled up as the smooth, plasticy colored egg the length of your hand plops out of your cunt and onto the ground, wobbling in place as it rolls upright before one of the rabbits picks it up and hops off with it.\n\n"Alright boys, I'd say we have another two dozen or so of those to go before she's finished with this batch! Then we'll get her back to Easter Town so she can keep it going year round!"\n\n... Uh-oh.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|HEaster1xEnd]]

Clamping your teeth together, you do your best to keep up your outward air of vaguely worshipful blankness, as if being forgotten about by everyone you know no longer meant anything to you. You've been developing a sense all night for what Lauriel expects whenever she gives an order or says something, a sort of empathy for her desires... probably the demon abilities. So you keep yourself silent and unflinching as she finishes etching the design into the stone and it flashes brightly.\n\n"There, all done. Now no need to worry about anyone bothering me and coming looking for you, it <i>is</i> such a bother disappearing multiple people at once," she chirps as she stands.\n\n"I wouldn't want to be a bother, Mistress," you coo with a bow of the head.\n\n"Mm, well we'll see whether you learn to not be too much of a bother. Come along then."\n\nContinuing to smile even though you feel like your teeth want to turn into fangs just so you can bite her, you fall into step after her. Actually for just a second you really can feel your canines lengthening and sliding across your lower teeth before you get yourself back under control and return them to normal, pouring her drink for her as she settles in in front of the fire.\n\nAs expected, just like last night she eventually orders you to her bedroom and into the bed, then mounts your face, rocking against it and using your supposedly willing tongue at a sex toy to get herself off, playing with your tits in a bored fashion as if they were little more than stress balls or something else to occupy her attention. At least this time your jaw and tongue seem immune to exhaustion, so after hours of working over her pussy and asshole you still feel as fresh as ever when she finally flops off of you and stretches out, then rolls onto her side.\n\n"Do the laundry and sweep the porch," she orders with a yawn. "Actually tonight why don't you sleep on the back porch as wERK!"\n\nThis last is as you grab her by the back of the neck and yank her to the edge of the bed before shoving her back forward, pinning her down against it with one hand while grabbing one of her wrists and pinning it with your other. You can feel your horns growing back out and your tits enlarging... actually both seem a bit bigger than they were last time, your skin an almost imperceptibly darker shade of purple as it colors again, and you can once more feel your teeth sharpening into fangs.\n\n"Think again, bitch," you sing-song smugly, giving her neck a light squeeze.\n\n"What are you-?! Hng!" She winces as you shove down on her, but manages to turn her head enough to at least look at your hand pinning hers. "You-! That traitorous demon bitch!" she hisses. "I'll scatter her energy to so many of the lower planes the only way she'll remanifest is as fungus!"\n\n"I'd worry about myself a little more if I was you, Lauriel," you remind her, leaning down into her line of sight so she can see your altered face.\n\n"Unhand me now and I will forgive this trespass," she answers coolly. "I will even graciously let you return to being my slave."\n\nYou can't help but laugh as you straighten back up. "You're unbelievable, huh?! You're so used to being able to just bark at people and get your way that you've lost all subtlety or finesse to it, or knowing when you oughtta back down. I guess having your charm powers made you lose sight of the game."\n\nYou run your eyes down her fanned-out golden hair, the sleek curves of her back, the roundness of her ass where she's pinned in front of you. "Although, gotta say... after all you've done, you still do look fine as fuck." The more crass language than you'd usually use still feels good in your mouth, making you smirk as you roll your shoulders. "In fact, you look good enough to-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-fuck."|MeanLove4x1]]\n\n[["-be ravished by."|MeanLove]]\n\n[["-put on display."|MeanLove3x8]]\n\n[["-eat."|MeanLove]]

You don't actually know what Lauriel can do... but you at least know what she did last night. If that's anything like her usual routine, then once she's had dinner, relaxed in her den for awhile, and had you eat her out before bed (selfish bitch), she'll flop over and go to sleep. If you can put up with everything she throws at you for just that long, you can pounce on her when she's completely unsuspecting and have your revenge. \n\nOf course, that brings up the problem of your appearance. Frowning, you head back into the bathroom and stare at your reflection. You need to look normal for this to work. As you think that, your horns gradually begin to shrink and your skin starts to pale, the cobalt roots of your hair even withdrawing into your head. Blinking, you focus even harder on your old appearance, watching your new demonic features gradually fade away and leave you the way you always looked, although now with a smile on your lips. Yeah, this will work.\n\nShit, though, you've only got a few minutes left. You hurry back towards the hallway... then turn and run instead back into the study, returning the demon figurine to its place and grabbing the cleaning materials you were using. Shoving them in a closet, you settle yourself on your knees facing the floor and then bend forward to put your palms and forehead against the marble, ass in the air slightly.\n\nIt's another twenty minutes before you finally hear a key in the lock. 'I'll get you for this, you bitch,' you think darkly. Luckily you don't seem to get sore or tired holding this position... just bored. Lauriel's shoes click lightly across the marble before she declares an imperious "Rise." You sit up and rest on your heels, pressing an adoring, simpering look onto your face.\n\n"Welcome home, Mistress."\n\n"Mm. The windows look clean enough, though I'll have to outfit you with a charm so you can do the outsides later. I'd suggest letting you wear clothing just to go outside... but an animal in clothes always looks silly to me," she adds as she shrugs out of her jacket. You're glad for that enhanced control over your body that the demoness mentioned, since it keeps you from twitching and lets you have the smile stay on your face as you reach out to catch the jacket when she drops it. She turns to continue into the house, then pauses and looks at you, eyes narrowing. "... Is there something different about you, slave?"\n\nErk. "No, Mistress...?" you answer, feigning utter brainlessness with a tilt of the head and a widening of your eyes.\n\n"Your tits seem bigger." Her eyes flick from your face to your chest... then she waves it off. "Must've made them bigger last night and forgotten," she mutters to herself, continuing on into the house.\n\nYou spend much of the evening like the last, though Lauriel asks you to undress her before serving her dinner, and of course you spend most of it under the table eating her out, thinking the entire time about how in a few hours you're going to destroy her. Every stroke of your tongue across her wet pussy is like a promise you make to yourself that you're going to get your own back from her ten times over. When she's done, she leaves you to clean up and have the meager scraps as your own meal while she heads into... the study. That makes you worry a little bit, but all you can do is clean up the dishes before following her in.\n\n"Is there anything else you need, Mistress?" you ask obsequiously, bowing a bit as you come in.\n\n"No. Just stand there, slave," Lauriel answers distractedly. She's sitting at one of the other small workbenches pushed up against the walls, etching something on what looks like a polished river stone. "I'm just finishing up the charm that will cause your family and acquaintances to forget about you. It will be helpful if you're nearby when I complete it."\n\n<hr>\n[["What?! NO!"|MeanLove5x1]]\n\n[["..."|MeanLove3x7]]

Hm, it's not really Easter without some good old-fashioned egg dying, is it? Sure, most people think it's for kids, but with a slight application of too much effort and slightly too expensive materials, you can have plenty of adults with too much time on their hands doing it too!\n\nBut that means a shopping trip. While you have plenty of arts and crafts materials at home (if "most of the garage is full of them besides the actual craft room" counts as plenty), you don't have the numerous packages of eggs this is obviously going to take. Store trip! Grabbing your keys, you hop into your SUV and set off for the store. Actually, on second thought, you probably ought to head to that one place that's further off the beaten path but sells fresh stuff for way less. This is going to call for a lot of eggs and while you're pretty well-off, you're not sure you're "pay full retail price for five dozen eggs" well-off. Or at least you're not well-off enough to not care about that sort of thing anyway.\n\nYou turn off of the main roads and onto the slightly less trafficked ones that lead out into the countryside. Soon you're passing through rolling hills and past wooden fences, without a single other soul around. Getting a little bored and with a pretty good idea you're safe (both from accidents and radar guns), you let your foot get heavier, sending you zooming down the road at a faster pace. Until all of a sudden you see something brown and furry leap into the road in front of you. You yelp but that's really all you have time for before there's a loud, jarring thump, your car skewing wildly before you manage to correct. Did you just hit a deer?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Stop and see.|HEaster1x2]]\n\n[[Continue on.|HEaster]]

"I... I'm sorry!" you blurt, more on reflex than anything else, clasping your hands over your mouth. "I... he just came out of nowhere, I barely even saw him, I... I...!"\n\n"Excuses won't cut it!" one of the rabbits squeaks at you, bounding over and pointing a paw up at you accusingly. "You hit the Easter Bunny with that big Champagne monstrosity!"\n\n"Isn't that bronze?"\n\n"No they call that color 'champagne', see how it's got that kind of glimmery dark look to it?"\n\n"Are you sure that's not 'harvest wheat'?"\n\n"WOULD YOU SHUT UP?!" the rabbit addressing you calls back to the others, before looking at you with the angriest bunnyface. "Listen! You killed the Easter Bunny, so unless you fix it you're going to cause thousands of kids all over the world to be disappointed!"\n\n"O-okay," you reply with a sniffle, somehow feeling extra bad about being scolded by something so adorable. "How do I f-fix it?"\n\n"You have to become the Easter Bunny," the rabbit declares, pointing at the colorful vest as several of the other rabbits hop over with it.\n\n"... Eh?" You blink once.\n\n"You have to become the Easter Bunny! Put on the vest and let's hop to it, we've got a lot of work to do!"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Okay.|HEaster2x1]]\n\n[[Oh wait I'm sorry I have an appointment at somewhere far away from here I need to get to goodbye dear friends goodbye.|HEaster1x4]]

You're not actually sure what you could possibly do for a deer hit by a car, but it just seems too heartless to not at least see the consequences of your actions. You pull over to the side of the road and climb out, resisting the urge to make your first action to check how badly banged-up your car is. Instead you hurry back in the direction you came from, towards where you think you saw the form you hit go.\n\nYou soon spot the large, brown furry form lying in a heap by the side of the road, and with a little whimper of sympathy and guilt you hurry over... only to stop and stare. That's no deer... it's a dear-sized rabbit! You look it up and down, gawking at the sheer size of it, even before you realize that its forelegs look more like arms than legs, and that it seems to be wearing some sort of colorful pastel vest.\n\nWhile your brain's still stalled out processing this, a handful of rabbits come scurrying up... while these are slightly large for rabbits (about the size of small dogs), they're nowhere near as huge as the one you apparently hit. They come scampering up to the big one, making little rabbity sounds of distress (well, you assume), looking at each other and pointing little forelimbs at the crumpled form in front of you. Which... is just getting odder and odder. Of course things hit a new high point for that when the smaller rabbits all look at you, and one of them calls in a cute, accusatory little voice, "You killed the Easter Bunny!"\n\n<hr>\n[["I-I didn't mean to!"|HEaster1x3]]\n\n[[Nope the fuck out of there.|HEaster]]

Kind of curious to see where all this might be leading, you undo the latch of the door and haul it open. Standing on the other side is a boy who looks nineteen or so, with sandy, shoulder-length hair and dark eyes, a grin on his pale face. He's not bad-looking, though to judge by the way his own thin black robes fall against him, a little on the scrawny side. "Hey, Cynath. Can I come in?"\n\nHoping he won't notice that you don't really know who he is, you shrug (doing your best to ignore the jiggle it causes) and step back, gesturing him inside. Once he's stepped into the room you close the door behind him and turn. "What's up?" you prompt, hoping that's neutral enough not to give everything away.\n\n"A little bird may have told me that your final exam is in summoning magic. And never let it be said that your friend Vikkun doesn't look after you!" he adds with a slightly smug tone.\n\n'Thanks for the namedrop, very convenient,' you muse, folding your arms over... well, under... your chest. "Oh yeah? You can help me with that?"\n\n"Sure! I may have just come into a small handful of very prime summoning catalysts. Very rare stuff, very powerful," he continues, eyes gleaming... then turning towards the ceiling. "Maybe not necessarily fully sanctioned for use by students... but then you're only a student until you complete this one exam, right? So it's basically a technicality. With one of these you'd be assured of a pass!"\n\nYou shift a little in place. So it sounds like he's suggesting you cheat... but probably not blatantly, and you suppose he has a point about you being practically a graduate anyway. (Or at least so the note says.) "And you're just going to give me one of these catalysts?"\n\n"Well... I was thinking... you know..." His smile falters just a little as his pale face turns rather red. You think you'd have a fair idea of just what he's suggesting (or rather, can't quite bring himself to brazenly suggest) even if you didn't notice the tent starting to grow in the front of his robes. Not exactly a measly little tent either, you have to admit...\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept his offer.|GGMage]]\n\n[[Decline his offer.|GGMage]]\n\n[[Ask him to help you study instead.|GGMage]]

What's the point? She's way stronger and faster than you, there's no way you could get away from her. So, despite having a pretty good idea what's coming next, you offer no resistance as she hauls you to your feet and turns you around, shoving you forward to make you catch yourself on the wall with your hands. Cooing softly in your ear again, her tits pressing against your back, Mai murmurs, "Don't worry, I bet you'll love getting fucked in your boy-pussy, you little slut." Even as she's saying it, her hands are undoing your jeans and then shoving them and your underwear down around your thighs, your cock and balls dropping free and dangling limply, before your shirts fall down to cover them and your bare ass. Making a faint disappointed noise, Mai then giggles as she grabs the front hem of them and hauls both up, stuffing it into your mouth, forcing you to bite down on it and bare not only your lower body but your trim stomach and some of your back and chest as well.\n\n"There we go, be a good slut and keep that in, maybe I'll give you something extra good after I'm done," she practically purrs in your ear, shifting her shoulders to grind her tits against you... even as she uses one hand to press her cum- and saliva-smeared prick between your trim buttocks and up against your pucker. You give a muffled 'mmmf!' as she pushes into you, and you feel your virgin hole being spread wide around that thick futa cock. You can't help but raise up on tiptoe in reaction, unconsciously making it even easier for her to line up and push in, steadily sliding deeper and deeper inside your ass. About halfway in she begins giving short, light thrusts while gripping your hips with both hands, the movement of her body rubbing her tits against you with every stroke of her dick deeper into your ass. "I knew you'd have a nice tight little boipussy, ah, I think you might even not have been fucked before. What a criiime for a little slut like you," she giggles, giving your ear a playful nip.\n\nYour eyes roll a bit as your drool starts soaking into the mouthful of cloth clamped between your teeth. You're not sure what part of the stimulation it is, but your cock has become at least half-hard now, wobbling underneath you with the motions of her hips and the tugs of her hands, and starting to do so even more once her smooth, hairless balls lightly impact against yours. Apparently Mai takes that as a signal, since she starts fucking you harder, with quicker, firmer strokes, much like the ones she used when facefucking you. You pant and gasp through the soaked cotton in your mouth, feverishly glancing to the side at the people passing by not that far away, seeing entire families walking by completely unaware that a few feet away a big-titted futanari is raping a teenage boy in the ass. Some mixture of despair and shame actually starts setting off something vaguely pleasurable in the feeling of her cock pounding away in your previously virgin hole, making your body shudder and your moans come out sounding even sluttier, which Mai gleefully points out along with a slap to your ass.\n\n"Ah! You squeeze around me when I spank you, you are a <i>total</i> slut!" the barely-clad ninja declares, barely keeping her voice down as she starts thrusting even faster, starting to pant softly as well. She starts delivering slaps to your ass between thrusts, making you 'mnf!' muffledly through your shirts each time as your ass does indeed squeeze tighter around her pumping prick. When she suddenly slips her hands up and gives your stiff nipples a twist, you let out a much louder 'GMF!', eyes widening and back arching, her cock seeming to swell much larger inside you as you clamp down. Apparently that's too much for her as she lets out a soft, sweet feminine moan even as her cock twitches inside you, gushing thick spurts of cum deep into your ass. You're not sure what you feel is quite an orgasm, yourself... it's like an echo of one, some vague sensation in your body that you almost unlocked some sort of new sensation inside yourself. \n\n"Whew. Yeah, that was niiice," Mai murmurs as she pulls out of you, leaving you feeling warm ticklish wetness slide down your taint and along your balls. "Usually I'm the one getting tipped for lewd stuff, but here. You earned this, slut," she announces, drawing a small fold of bills from her cleavage and tucking it into the folds of your shirts just below your chin. She spends only a second tucking herself away and getting back into place, before waving and chirping out "Seeya!" as she heads for the exit of the alley.\n\n<hr>\n[["W-wait!"|HLMai]]\n\n[["..."|HLMai]]

You laze on your throne in the opulent brazier-lit Egyptian aesthetic room you've crafted as your inner lair, smirking at the sounds of faint explosions and shouted attack names from the halls outside. The Senshi fighting the token handful of jackal youma you seeded about the area specifically for them to fight. You want them to think this is just another case of their friends being kidnapped by the villain, after all, in order to savor the sweetness of their downfall.\n\nWhen the quartet of remaining Senshi burst into the room, already striking a dramatic group pose in order to declare your imminent defeat, they balk at the sight before them, Sailor Moon's mouth left gaping open in shock. The first thing they see, of course, is that the room is filled with far more jackalmen than the halls outside, these rather larger and obviously more powerful, as well as completely naked, erect cocks jutting up, almost every one pointed directly at them as the youma huff and pant eagerly at the arrival of fresh fuckmeat. The second thing, arranged almost directly in front of them so as to draw the eye, are their three friends, Rei, Haruka, and Michiru all attired in token skimpy Egyptian-style garb and jewelry, including obvious slave collars, and all three with their eyes rolling and tongues lolled out, mindless smiles of brainless pleasure on their faces as they're fucked in the ass by your jackalmen. The next thing they see, of course, as their eyes track to your huge golden throne, is your stiff prick jutting up from your lap, a hard pillar of ebony flesh radiating all the power you've acquired from the complete mental subjugation of their friends.\n\nAnd ah, there it is, the moment you were looking forward to, absolutely glorying in the thought of, as the power of the energy radiating from your cock hits them and begins to crush their will beneath it. That brief instant where they try to fight, realize it's pointless, and that they're about to become mindless fuckpets for the rest of eternity. That split second where their nipples are already stiffening, their pussies already starting to soak through the crotches of their slutty magical girl outfits, and where they have just enough of their own minds left to realize they've already lost, just like that, just from looking at the cock that they already know will be the center of their universe until the end of time. And then it's gone, just like that, all four of them's bodies relaxing and serene, contented smiles coming to their lips.\n\n"Ohhhh, that feels soooo much better," Sailor Moon murmurs, gazing dreamily at the jackalmen starting to approach her, and giving a coo of delight as two of them grip at her costume and rip it from her body, tearing it into as many shreds as her sense of self and just as fast, leaving her naked save for her boots, gloves, and tiara.\n\n"Yeah, I never realized how much it sucked to have to pretend to be a real person instead of a life support system for hot holes and fat tits," Jupiter agrees happily as she, similarly stripped, is pushed to her knees amidst several more of your guards.\n\n"I'm so glad that I'll never have to think again," Sailor Mercury moans sensually, her gloved hands stroking the long, thick members of the two jackal youma currently fingering her pussy and ass, and squeezing at her own pert little breasts. "It was so stupid to ever do it in the first place!"\n\nSailor Venus says nothing, because she's already bent over, jackalmen slamfucking her throat and ass, the slutty blonde bucking herself back and forth between them like the bitch in heat she was always destined to be.\n\nYou chuckle, watching more and more of your youma converge on the newly-subjugated senshi to begin using them to the breaking point... well beyond, actually, but subjugated to your power they'll be quite resilient, even with four thick black cocks stuffed in every hole as they're likely to get before the night is over, and the night to follow, and an infinite number of nights to come. You yourself are in no hurry to make use of them, you think as you begin to stroke yourself slowly... fuckmeat is fuckmeat, whether it's fresh or used. Instead you begin to concentrate everything that's left of all seven's self-determination, willpower, and any thoughts and dreams that didn't involve pleasuring cock, pushing those concepts through your body and into your balls, gradually converting them to cum so that you can spill them out onto the stone floor, to be soaked into the ground and forgotten.\n\nWhere they belong.\n\n<b>Anubilis</b> end - <i>Seven Senshi slaves, crushed wills edition</i>

"Let's go downstairs and take a look at the basement," you announce. "Just to give Kev a thrill."\n\n"Yaaay," Kev says with a snicker, picking up another of the camp lanterns and turning it on.\n\nOnce all four of you have snagged a lantern, to give yourself the maximum light, you poke around in the hallways a bit until you find the basement door. Leslie leans in a bit, eyeing the wooden slat stairs dubiously. "I dunno, gues, those don't look super sturdy. You sure it'll hold all our weight?"\n\nJack steps forward, leaning a foot on a step while gripping the edge of the doorway with one hand. There's a low, rather disquieting creak, but after a moment he glances over at Leslie. "It's noisy but it doesn't shift or bend. It'll be fine."\n\nLeslie still looks uncertain, but after watching Jack head down and watching the boards stay firm under his weight, despite the creaking, she glances at you and Kev and shrugs, then turns and follows him down, stepping lightly as if to avoid the same sound of groaning wood he's causing. You make your way down after her, Kev following behind. The walls are red brick, and with lanterns from all four of you the downward passage is well-lit... although you notice you can't see the actual basement below.\n\nAfter almost a full minute of walking down stairs you speak up. "How deep is this basement anyway?"\n\n"I think I can see the bottom, but you're right, s'kinda weird," Jack calls back up.\n\nIt's still a few more seconds before the lot of you troop out and onto a stone floor, a spot of illumination in an otherwise cavernous room. Quietly, all of you having been overcome by an odd sense that this is not a place for loud noises or outbursts, you make your way forward. Here and there are scattered crates and boxes, even a few pieces of furniture like a couch and some chairs. But eventually you hear Leslie give a little gasp and call, "Hey, look!"\n\nThe area lights up as the rest of you move over with your lanterns. This is obviously the area where the scene in the movie was filmed... not only for the faded designs painted on the wall and floor, and the faux-Roman columns installed surrounding it, but for the small stone altar near the wall. You're surprised to see that resting atop it is the small demonic statue from the movie, of a nude female figure with wings, horns, and a tail, arms stretched out and upraised, back arched to show off her full breasts, which are each capped by a small dome-shaped ruby, eyes and hair made of silver, horns and each little clawlike nail made of something shiny and black.\n\n"Huh, they actually left this here, huh?" Jack says as he walks over, squatting down to squint at the statue. "Huh. Looks kinda like real rubies and silver... must be really good fakes," he adds, standing back up.\n\n"Wow, this is pretty neat, really," Kev notes, having fished out his camera and sweeping it around to take video.\n\n"Yeah it's not really all that scary down here with all four of us and all this light," Leslie allows. "I wouldn't mind [[hanging out down here|GGHH]] for awhile."\n\n"Or we could [[take the statue|GGHH15x1]]," Jack observes with a grin. When Leslie and Kev give him mildly scandalized looks he rolls his eyes. "Oh c'mon it's just a prop from an old movie, it'd be a good souvenir of this and I doubt the old man would ever miss it!"\n\nYou look at the statue, and for some reason an odd idea comes into your head as you find your eyes roaming over it almost adoringly. An [[orgy|GGHH13x3]]... they had an orgy down here. You should have an orgy. You should unzip Jack's pants and start sucking on his cock, he probably has a nice, big, fat cock. You can feel your nipples stiffening and your pussy dampening as you imagine him behind you as you're on all fours, pounding away at you, using you, making you cum... you swallow, shaking your head, wondering where the idea came from, and why it refuses to entirely leave.

Maybe the trouble all started when your parents decided on your name. Oh sure, a powerful, manly name in Welsh and Arthurian mythology, but try explaining that to a class of teasing kids that all start calling you "Gwyn Stacy". It didn't help that your eyes are a shade of blue that in most lights looks purple, not exactly the manliest color either. Your fine, soft black hair also seems to settle into a feminine look no matter what you do with it; one year you even got a buzzcut in desperation, but while you finally banished the girliness that got you teased you yourself hated how you looked so much that you never did it again. Your body seemed determined to be slender and your bone structure to be pretty, not much you could do about either of those since it seemed to stay the same no matter how much you exercised or ate. In the first part of your senior year of high school, you even tried to go a little 'punk' by getting your ear pierced multiple times and wearing some edgy clothes and spiking your hair... ... and wound up looking like a slightly butch flat-chested goth chick. So finally you gave up, and for the last half of the year didn't do anything with your hair and just wore what seemed comfortable and not ugly. You're mostly wearing the earrings out of habit now too. And so the start of your first semester of college begins with you wearing a purple turtleneck sweater and plain black pants, and your hair falling in disarray around your face and neck a bit.\n\nStill, you have at least a little hope, you think as you carry a box into your dorm room. A plain thing, not very big but thankfully not too cramped, with twin beds against either wall and a combination minifridge/microwave/nightstand between them, and desks built into the walls at the foot of each bed and closets beyond those. At a glance it looks like your roommate is probably already here... there are sheets and a blanket on his bed, a laptop sitting on the desk, and the closet is closed. No sign of him, though. You shrug a little and pull open the box, rummaging around for the first clothes to put away. Well, whoever he is, you're not going to let him tease you or push you around, you decide, frowning just a little as you pull out some of your shirts and set them beside the box. If you can't make your looks more manly, you'll be tougher and harder to rattle emotionally from now on, no one's going to treat you like the weak little kid anymore.\n\n"Ah, hey there!"\n\nAt the sudden call from the doorway you almost jump, but quickly try to control your flustered surprise as you glance up, unconsciously brushing some loose hair behind your ear. "..."\n\n<img src="images/Gwyn.jpg">\n\nThe person you see in the doorway instantly annoys you. Though he's got green eyes, you're the jealous one, since he pulls off the easy, confident masculinity you've never been able to manage. Broad-ish shoulders, good muscle tone, strong jaw, rakishly cut dark hair. His long-sleeved shirt is pushed up some to show off his forearms, and fits just enough to show off his body while being loose enough to seem casual. He's not some super muscle guy by far, but in a way that's worse... the gap between the two of you seems so small and yet so deep the way it is.\n\n<img src="images/Allen.jpg">\n\n"Hey, you must be Gwyn. My name is Allen, I got here yesterday. Need any help with anything...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to be an Alpha Male.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Try to be super friendly.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Try to be normal for godsakes oh my god Gwyn.|Gwyn1x1]]

"Look, I just... I just don't think I can, alright?" you say, sweeping your hands apart and looking forward. "I can't take part in this sort of thing, this is all way too much and I can't. I just can't."\n\nYour mother sighs and shakes her head. "Yes, you said pretty much the same thing last year."\n\nThat makes you blink. "What?"\n\n"Oh well. Maybe next year you'll be ready," your mother says philosophically as she plucks her sunglasses out of the center console's recess and slips them on, then reaches over and flicks her hand, a silver tube raising up above her fingers and in front of your face. "Here, honey, would you mind having a look at this?"\n\nYou actually wind up staring right at the little red bar at the top of it in disbelief. "Oh you have got to be fucking kidding m-"\n\n<img src=https://78.media.tumblr.com/37e3502233a1f4336b154afa1f50f2c0/tumblr_inline_paomaqwsSy1s44gau_540.gif>\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGSpy1axEnd]]

You awaken to the feel of a mouth around your cock and then a throat enclosing it. You moan and lift your head, finding Alina's pretty silver eyes gazing up at you as she raises her head up, lips extended to drag along your shaft before she sucks it down. You can't help but give a breathless laugh. "Morning."\n\n"G'mrn'n," she mumbles around your prick, the vibrations her attempt to speak causes sending little shivers of pleasure all through you. You slump back with a groan, then prop pillows under your head. You're definitely not going to miss a moment of this.\n\nAlina keeps her eyes on yours the entire time she's sucking you off, and despite the fact that she's got both hands on you, one on your hip and the other wrapped around the root of your pole, you can see the heat there as she cums several times just from blowing you. Finally you give her what she's after, letting go and releasing your load into her mouth, the fairy girl eagerly swallowing every drop.\n\nShe starts to clamber on top of you, but you put your hands on her shoulders. "Whoa, whoa. I don't think we can take another day like yesterday. We'd at least better eat something, first."\n\nAlina pouts, squirming in your grip... and rubbing her pussy against the underside of your cock, her lower lips pressing around it some. "Aw. You sure...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in.|MiniEricplaceholder]]\n\n[[Stand firm. Er, you know what I mean.|MiniEric2x6]]

You wrap your arms around Alina and haul her in close, her hand pulling away from your cock to let it press against her belly. You grab her ass with both hands, squeezing and kneading with all the pent-up desire of the last day as you return the kiss, swirling your tongue around hers and doing your best to completely claim her mouth. Her hands return the favor to your own ass, the fairy girl giving a happy little squeal into your mouth, apparently liking the firm feel of your butt.\n\nYour hands move to grab at the waistband of her loincloth, giving into the urge to yank at it though you don't expect much to happen. To your surprise it tears off easily, leaving her nakes from the waist down. Switching your grip back to her ass, you try giving her a lift, finding her quite easy to pull off the floor and carry, especially once she's wrapped her legs around you. You take a few steps and then flop down on the couch, her pussy sliding hard along the underside of your cock and thumping against your sack. Then you lift her back up, your body apparently coordinating itself quite easily as you get her into position and then pull her down on you.\n\nAlina squeals and coos happily as she's pulled onto your cock, her pussy somehow both incredibly tight and accepting you easily. You begin working her up and down, her own thighs working to assist in riding your lap. After a few minutes she breaks the kiss and leans back, moaning happily, and you take the opportunity to yank down the band covering her breasts with your teeth so you can lick and suck at her nipples. She squeals eagerly whenever you bite on one, the sound making you throb inside of her.\n\nIt seems like an hour and no time at all before you're cumming inside her, hauling Alina back in to kiss her desperately as you pour your load into her spasming, squeezing cunt. She cuddles in against you, cooing and wiggling happily, radiating contentment. Except that she's not <i>too</i> content, as only a few minutes later she raises up off of you and shifts to her knees in front of the couch, leaning in to press her fingertips to your sticky, gleaming shaft and start stroking her tongue up and down it, cleaning off the mingled mess of boycum and girlcum.\n\nYou slump back against the couch, groaning in pleasure as she practically worships your prick with her mouth. She uses long, loving strokes with her tongue and feathery, teasing little flicks of it, alternating both with sucking little kisses and running her lips up and down the sides. She takes her time before ever sliding her lips down over the tip, but when she does she slides her head down in one long, smooth motion, instantly deep-throating you. You grunt and start to cum instantly, pumping your load directly down her throat. But all she does is start swallowing as she bobs her head, gulping it all down as she begins blowing you in earnest.\n\nShe sucks another three loads out of you, your cock never seeming to tire or ache or run out of thick blasts of cum to give her, even as saliva and jizz get churned into a beautiful mess around her lips and the base of your dick. When she finally gets tired of sucking you off, she simply turns around and gets on all fours, wiggling her cute, trim little butt at you. You slide forward onto your knees, deciding that since she apparently just indulged herself, you're going to indulge yourself, and without asking you push your thoroughly sodden prick up against her tight little pucker and press inside. Far from protesting, Alina squeals eagerly again, bucking her hips back towards you in encouragement.\n\nThoroughly encouraged, you pound into her ass roughly, grabbing her waist and hauling back on her to make every thrust count, your hips slapping against her buttocks and your balls slapping against her pussy. She writhes and yowls happily, tossing her head, her iridescent blue hair flickering and shining in the now midday light coming in through the windows. You even try giving her ass a few smacks, each one drawing a fresh squeal of excitement from the fuck-crazed fairy girl.\n\nBy the time both of you are satisfied, it's grown dark outside. You lay on your back on the floor, panting, your cock finally having flopped limply against your belly more because it's not being used at the moment than anything else... heck, you're pretty sure you're just tired from the repetitive motions and the fact that you haven't eaten all day than any physical or sexual exhaustion. Alina lays nearby on the floor as well, facedown with cum drooling from her pussy, ass, and mouth, her whole body twitching and shivering, the occasional little barely-audible whimper of pleasure at the aftershocks still rocking her slender form escaping her lips.\n\nYou clamber to your feet eventually, managing to turn on some lights and go into the kitchen. You at least manage to get Alina to be coherent long enough to drink some water, and empty the rest of the pitcher yourself. By then she's dead asleep, her only movement to cuddle closer as you carry her upstairs. You give both her and yourself a quick wipedown with wet cloths before putting her to bed, then staggering upstairs and dropping onto your back in your own bed. You stare at the ceiling, struggling to hold onto consciousness as you try to check. You don't <i>feel</i> any different... no urge to change your name like the queen mentioned, at least. Though you have to admit, as you give up the struggle and sink into sleep, you're not exactly eager to leave anymore.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|MiniEric2x5]]

"Er, ladies, ladies, EVERYONE!" you shout, holding up your hands. That does seem to quiet the crowd down a lot, if only because they're all listening in awe at the masculine sound of your voice. "I mean, I understand that you maybe haven't ever seen... someone like me... but Queen Tania is expecting us!" Which would be stretching the truth a bit, but you somehow imagine that if she wasn't before, she probably will be by the time you get there, now. "We really have to go!"\n\nThere's such a massive and adorable synchronous "awwwwwww" of disappointment that it melts your heart just a little. But the crowd does start to disperse a bit, though there's a lot of staring at you as you go along, and a pair of fairies with one of them holding a purple crystal pointed at you follows you and Alina for a fair distance.\n\nYou look around the market from a slightly taller perspective and with a clearer head, better able to appreciate the beauty of the fairy city without your head as clouded by the strangeness of the situation, and being turned-on and bottomless. Of course today most of the fairies are either staring at you or trying not to stare. You notice some of the animal guys staring too... most of them seem mildly interested, or just confused about what the fairies find so interesting, with a few looking annoyed that you've stolen the attention of all the cute girls. You find your eyes wanting to wander over them just like yesterday, and blush and force your eyes forward. Maybe you've got some lingering effects of being turned into a girl fairy after all.\n\nThe doors to the throneroom sweep open extra fast today as the two of you approach, and Queen Tania is actually standing up from her throne and watching you as you approach. She descends from the dais, her guards flanking her on the sides at a respectful distance as she approaches you, her golden eyes wide.\n\n"So it is true. You really are a male fairy." Her hand begins to reach forward, before she forces it to halt. "May I... may I see it...?" \n\n"Um." You blush brightly, then nod. "Sure. Your majesty."\n\nShe nods, and you focus on thinking about the time you were playing goalie in soccer and something bad happened so that you don't embarrass yourself. The fairy queen unbuttons and unzips your jeans, pushing down the front of your underwear and gently drawing out your uncut length. Her eyes shine brightly and she takes in a deep breath, her proud breasts rising. Your cock gives a little twitch in her fingers at the sight, and you could swear that you see her tongue flick briefly across her lips. But then she gently tucks you back into your underwear and just as smoothly does your jeans back up.\n\n"Indeed, it is true. Eric, you may have simply been a lost soul when you arrived, but you may yet be the savior of our people."\n\n"Uh?" You blink at that, completely distracted from all sexual thoughts at the immensity of that statement.\n\n"For generations, fairies have only been able to reproduce by turning other beings into fairies... female fairies. Since we always strive to do this only with the being's full consent, our numbers are slowly but steadily dwindling. We need an infusion of truly fresh blood, and hopefully a new generation of mingled males and females who may reproduce as the stars intended."\n\n"I see." It seems the repeal from sexual thoughts was not to last, since your brain immediately begins formulating 'breeding stud' scenarios. "Um, well, what do you suggest?" Besides the obvious, you mentally add.\n\n"I will not force any decision upon you, Eric. But if you will consent to stay here and remain a subject of this kingdom, there are many options." Queen Tania pauses, then looks aside at Alina. "Though I see you are quite clearly smitten with him, dear Alina, I am afraid that none of them will allow for him being monogamous with you."\n\n"What's 'monogamous'?" Alina asks with a blink.\n\n"Ah yes, I forgot how long it has been. You will have to share him."\n\n"Oh! I understand <i>that</i>," your girlfriend answers cheerfully, beaming up at you. "That doesn't bother me. Does it bother you?"\n\n"Er, I guess not," you answer, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly.\n\n"Excellent. Then the first suggestion is that you simply live in the kingdom, and do your best to... well, [[spread your seed about as much as possible|MFairy]], if I might put it that way," Tania says, steepling her fingers and slowly pacing back and forth, her long golden hair sweeping back and forth after her like a cape. "Another is that you consent to [[learn magic|MFairy]] with only the occasional dalliance with fairy girls. If you learn the same spell that Alina used on you, it is probable it will allow you to turn others into male fairies rather than female fairies. Or you may stay here in the castle and receive the title of..." She considers for a moment, then smiles rather teasingly. "[[Lord Propagator|MFairy]]. You will live a life of luxury and comfort, and we will choose all the fairy women to be brought to you. Thus you will breed with all of the most beautiful, strongest, and most intelligent in the hopes of not only continuing but bettering fairykind."\n\nQueen Tania pauses in her pacing, looking at you for long moments, then says. "There is, of course, one more option."\n\n"What's that? Er, your majesty?"\n\n"You could, of course, become my [[King Consort|MFairy1x1]]," Tania says, sweeping a hand to indicate the throne room. "We would not be truly married, obviously, but you would effectively be my spouse and wield considerable power... albeit not more than me," she adds, her small smile canny this time. "I would myself personally pick and choose who, other than Alina, you would be allowed to mate with. Rather, most of your time and... energy... would be directed to propagating and extending my royal line. Making, hopefully, little princes who could take over the issue of mating with, and ruling over, the general population." The nude fairy queen turns and makes her way back to her throne, settling into it and letting her long hair fall down it like a waterfall. "It is not a life suited for everyone, and indeed, as each position comes with greater privilege and comforts, so does it come with less freedom and more responsibility. Choose wisely, Eric, and I will not begrudge you any choice you make."

You laugh breathlessly again, leaning up to give her a firm kiss, then smacking her on the hip and making her yelp. "Yeah, I'm sure. C'mon, let's eat."\n\n"You're right, you're right," she says with a giggle, clambering off of you. "You get cleaned up, I'll make breakfast."\n\n"I can help."\n\n"No, no, I want to!"\n\nYou watch her go, sighing happily at the sight of her bare butt moving as she walks. Again, you try to judge whether you've changed from how you were... you do feel a lot happier and more content, though that could just be the marathon session of fantastic sex, along with the realization that you seem to have near endless supplies of stamina to go with increased strength. And a bigger, nigh-indefatiguable dick, which is enough to give any guy at least a slight sense of contentment. But you still feel like yourself, for the most part. Must be different for guys. Or guy fairies. Or... well, whatever you really count as.\n\nYou head down to the bathroom for a shower, then back upstairs. You find that your long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and underwear have all been cleaned, and someone even made a valiant try on your sneakers and socks. Alina must have done that last night or early this morning. You pull on the underwear and jeans, finding that they fit a bit tighter than they did before, but at least they fit. You consider the rest of it, then shrug... everyone goes around mostly naked here anyway, you doubt they'll care if you just go shirtless and barefoot.\n\nDownstairs, Alina is just putting pancakes and eggs on the table. (You've gotta wonder what sort of eggs they are, but decide it's better if you don't know.) She brightens when she sees you, snuggling up against your side briefly like she just can't get enough of you. Geez, this is the sort of treatment that could go to a guy's head. You sit down to eat, and she fusses a bit longer with making sure you have milk and plenty of honey to pour on the pancakes before she settles into her own chair.\n\n"You're probably right that we shouldn't get carried away again," the fairy girl says cheerfully between bites. She pauses, then gives you a sweet smile that's still pure sex and has your cock hardening a little in your tight jeans just from that. "At least, not right away," she adds in a silky murmur. Then she continues in her normal chipper tone. "Queen Tania really should know about this, it's an important thing!"\n\n"So there really aren't any guy fairies?"\n\n"None I've ever seen! I heard there used to be in, like, my great-great-grandmother's day, but that was thousands of years ago."\n\nYou blink at that, suddenly wondering just how old your, ah... well, girlfriend, why not call her that?... is. But since that's probably rude to ask a girl no matter what species she is, you just nod and finish your breakfast.\n\nOnce you've both finished and Alina has cleaned up and dressed in a slightly greener version of her previous outfit, the two of you fly off to the central tree. Once again you land on a balcony and start to head through the marketplace. At first there's just the occasional calls of greeting, but those quickly turn into stares and even yelps of shock.\n\n"Good morOHMYSTARS!"\n\n"Is that? Oh gosh!"\n\n"Akona! Akona, you've gotta see this!"\n\n"Where's Aguila! Someone go get Aguila, we've gotta get this on image!"\n\nPractically every fairy that sees you and some that have just heard the calls of 'Boy fairy!' are trying to press in around you, their eyes wide, faces showing shock or disbelief or rapt amazement.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let them look. Doesn't exactly hurt your ego.|MFairy]]\n\n[[Er, attention overload, time to go.|MiniEric2x7]]

Desperate, you let yourself plummet down. Between the impact of hitting the surface and the absolute cold of it, you gasp with shock and almost inhale water. You scramble up to the surface, flailing and splashing and coughing. On the plus side, your little plunge seems to have killed your raging libido like it was... well, like it was doused with ice water.\n\nYou tread water in place, sourly wondering if you're going to have to go jumping into the lake regularly until this stupid spell wears off. Then you feel prickles colder than the water run up your spine, getting the distinct impression that you're not alone out here.\n\nJust then something rushes by beneath you with such speed that its wake pulls you under and sends you tumbling, barely giving you time you yelp in a desperate breath. You manage to kick and right yourself, then stare at the oncoming visage of a really ugly, really huge, really mean-looking fish. Even if Queen Tania hadn't told you that a lot of fish weren't very friendly to fairies, the way this one is coming at you with its toothy maw open says it's <i>not</i> your friend.\n\n[img[AlliGar]]\n\n<hr>\n[[Fly for it!|MiniEric3x1]]\n\n[[Swim for it!|MiniEric2x2]]\n\n[[Try something crazy!|MiniEric4x1]]

"I mean... maybe a little revenge," you say a little hesitantly, unable to help smiling a bit all the same.\n\nMarius laughs. "Good, good, of course! Just you wait, Gwyn, you're going to enjoy this!"\n\n"Ah... about the payment..."\n\n"It's fine, it's fine. I want to see how you handle this first before I decide on the payment," he assures you.\n\nSoon the two of you are making your way into Saya's building. Marius approaches the door and, rather than knock, just grasps the knob, a faint click sound heard before he even turns it. "Must have left it unlocked," he comments breezily as he just opens the door and strolls in, you behind him.\n\nSaya straightens up and whips around from where she'd been busy stretching on a rolled-out mat in front of some windows. She's wearing pink and purple workout gear consisting of a sports bra and very snug yoga pants. "Who are you?! What are you doing in my-" Her jaw drops a little at the sight of you. "You?! How dare you! This time I won't let you get off with just caging your dick, I'll cut it right the fu-"\n\nAs you're wincing and drawing back some, Marius just holds up a hand as if to call a halt. "Calm down, please."\n\n"Yes, of course," Saya responds, immediately losing all hint of ire, her shoulders even relaxing and her whole stance becoming more placid. "Sorry about that," she adds in a rather airy tone, \n\n"Not at all. Now come here," Marius says in a commanding tone, pointing directly in front of himself.\n\n"I'd be happy to," Saya answers with a slight smile, strolling on over to stand exactly where indicated without a moment's hesitation. You're left almost gawking at her. That... that can't be just charisma, can it? Do Saya's eyes look a little glazed over? You watch as Marius raises his hand and cups her jaw, lightly brushing his thumb back and forth over her cheek. That slightly disconnected smile stays on her face even as her eyes further glaze over, going entirely glassy and empty for a few moments, before slowly returning to normal.\n\nMarius lowers his hand, chuckling. "Now, Saya, isn't there something you want to say to Gwyn here?"\n\nThe purple-haired woman blinks a few times, before she turns to you... and tears well up in her eyes. Sobbing, she flings herself to the floor at your feet, bowing until her head touches the hardwood. "Oh, Master, I'm so, so sorry! Please, forgive me! I can't believe I did that to you, Master, I'm sorry!"\n\n"Uh... it's... okay?" Now almost utterly in shock, you glance at the smirking Marius, then down at Saya. "Um, maybe go get the key and unlock this thing, though?"\n\nHer head whips up and she nods eagerly. "Yes, of course, Master! Right away!" She leaps to her feet and runs over towards a cabinet to yank open one of the drawers.\n\n"Uh, what's happened?" you ask Marius.\n\n"Go on and reveal the cage, Gwyn, and I'll explain." He replies with a chuckle. Since he doesn't seem to be interested in looking away, it's with some embarrassment that you undo your pants and push them and your underwear down around your knees to reveal the chastity device with its little heart-shaped lock. As you do, Marius unblinkingly watching all the while, he says, "Simple fact of the matter is, I'm psychic. I went rooting around in Saya's head and made a few alterations... I didn't actually change her personality in general, just her feelings towards you. All her feelings of superiority and dominance and desire to possess became feelings of inferiority and submission and desire to be possessed, at least as far as you're concerned."\n\nYour jaw goes slack. That... can't be real! And yet Saya is hurrying back over to you, kneeling down on both knees in front of you to slip the key into the lock and unfasten the cage, making you sigh in relief as your cock and balls are freed. "I'm so, so sorry, Master, I can't believe I did that to you," she whimpers, looking up at you tearfully again. This complete and utter change... you guess it's hard to explain any other way.\n\n"Well, you have her now, Gwyn," Marius notes while you're still standing there dumbfounded and looking down at the woman that previously called you 'worm' as she instead rubs at your hips and bites her lip in desperate hope you'll tell her you forgive her. "What do you plan to do with her?"\n\n"She'll... she'll really do whatever I say?" you ask.\n\n"Whatever you say. She apparently became rather fixated on you quite quickly... the intensity of her desire to dominate you and craft you into what she wanted has resulted in what you see. She'll do whatever you say, and be utterly happy to do so, no matter what it is. So, again, what <i>are</i> you going to do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You're going to punish your new slave.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[You're going to enjoy your new girlfriend.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[You're going to pump and dump.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[You're going to walk away.|GwynSaya]]

Maybe it's not the most useful thing in the situation, but it's sort of been heavily on your mind for the last day or so. So when he tells you to make a wish, it pops out of your mouth almost before you can think about it. "I want to be a boy again."\n\n"<b>You want to what?</b>" the fish replies, the terror of its voice blunted somewhat by the sheer confusion in its tone.\n\nIn fact, it seems to have granted the wish almost as reflexively as you made it. You can feel your whole body tingling again as your shoulders and hips broaden, and your pussy seals closed, skin growing forth to dangle once more as a shaft and sack. You'd worry a little bit about them dangling down towards the monster below, but you're distracted by how elated you feel. Back to normal! Or at least close enough, you add as your wings give a little buzz.\n\nThe fish gives a few more wet huffs. "<b>... Eyuch.</b>" It wriggles its way backwards, muzzle disappearing from the hole. You stare downwards, not really trusting it to be gone. You wait as long as possible, until you're pretty sure you've seen the water start to rise some. That means it's definitely time to leave anyway, and you splash into the water and wriggle back out through the hole, making for the surface as quickly as possible. Once there you do your best Michael Phelps impression to the edge and climb out, shaking yourself off, wings buzzing and gradually getting their sound back as they shed water, though now the windchime tone is a bit deeper.\n\nYou look down at yourself, then check your reflection in the water. You're not quite back to your old body... for one you're still a bit more slender-but-not-skinny, with slightly prettier proportions than before, including in the face. You've also still got the iridescent fairy hair and wings, and you can't find a single hair below your eyebrows anywhere on your body. But your cock and balls are back, at least... in fact you think your shaft might be longer than it was, and seems to have grown back uncut. You think you might be taller, too... you're definitely taller than you were as a fairy, and maybe taller than you were even before, to judge by the way your shirt fits. The fact that your cock isn't already pointing the way ahead of you would indicate that the Fairy Warmth is gone... or at least dormant for the moment.\n\nYou take to the sky and fly back towards Alina's place, wondering what she'll think. The flight dries off your shirt, which is no longer really hiding anything, but at least it's not clingy anymore. You land on the porch and try the door, finding it unlocked, and head on inside.\n\n"Eric? Is that you? I was making breakfast and-" Alina emerges from the kitchen, and her eyes widen. "Oh! You're...!" She looks you up and down. "But you're still a... oh! Oh my!"\n\n"Yeah, there was this fish, and..." You grin sheepishly and shrug. "But see, told you! I... whoa, what's the big deal?" you ask, leaning back a bit as she draws closer, still looking at you with wide eyes.\n\n"I've... I've never seen a <i>boy fairy</i> before," she murmurs in tones of awe. "I mean, Maab has her servants that are male, but they don't count, and... oh..." As if she couldn't hold back a moment longer, she leans up to kiss you deeply and passionately, one of her hands gripping your shaft and squeezing gently, with just a few motions bringing it almost instantly to full hardness.\n\nYour eyes widen, both at the intensity of the kiss and the feel of her hand eagerly, almost needfully stroking and tugging at your cock. Desire floods your brain, and the urge to take her is almost overpowering. But wait! What if what Queen Tania said about the Fairy Warmth is still true...?\n\n<hr>\n[[There's only so much a teenage guy can take and not give in.|MiniEric2x4]]\n\n[[Resist! Must resist!|MiniEricplaceholder]]

Instinct drives you to turn and flee in the most direct way possible, and right now that means through the water. You know how to swim, but now fear adds extra strength to your motions... and luckily your wings seem to work pretty decently as fins while they're under the water, too.\n\nThe giant fish takes a pass at you and misses, sending you briefly tumbling through the water again. But you quickly right yourself and continue your swim for escape while it has to wheel around and come at you again. Dimly through the dark water you spot a log of some sort with a hole in the side. Desperate, you swim in through the hole and then upward.\n\nThe log is mostly hollow, and soon you pop out of the water and can scramble up the rotted wood to plaster yourself in the corner, panting and gasping for breath. You can't help but scream as the whole log rocks with an impact, the fish's long muzzle jutting through the hole you came in through. \n\nIt thrashes about, obviously trying to find you or force its way in. When it realizes that neither is going to happen, it relaxes a bit, its muzzle extending above the water and letting out a huff more like an annoyed air-breather than anything. Then it draws in a breath.\n\n"<b>Ah, you are still there.</b>"\n\nYou shudder at that booming, bubbling voice as it smacks your hindbrain right in the primitive fears. The fish gives another brief thrash about, then settles.\n\n"<b>Come down. There's no way out, you may as well end it quickly and in my stomach.</b>"\n\n"Fat chance," you gasp out, still having not quite caught your breath. "I'd rather sit in here and rot than be eaten!"\n\n"<b>Such a waste. Hrm.</b>" The fish snorts a few times, then continues. "<b>Very well, you've beaten me fair and square, morsel. To show that I am a magnanimous monster, I will grant you one wish.</b>"\n\nYou stare down at the sleek, green scales and teeth that are all you can see of your pursuer. "You're kidding."\n\n"<b>Certainly not. Just like you, I am a creature of magic. I have said that I will do something, and I am bound to do it. Make your wish, little fairy, and I shall grant it posthaste.</b>"\n\n<hr>\n[[Wish to go home.|MiniEricplaceholder]]\n\n[[Wish he'd go away.|MiniEricplaceholder]]\n\n[[Wish for power.|MiniEricplaceholder]]\n\n[[Wish to be a boy again.|MiniEric2x3]]\n\n[[Wish for more wishes.|MiniEricplaceholder]]

Suppressing a smirk, you flip the page of the book over, to where you wrote down one of the spells from your Dark Great King handbook earlier for just such an occasion. You pass by the three slowly as if doing the inspection, and when your body is blocking the class's view of Danielle, you reach out and rub her pussy through the cotton with two fingers... fingers that are glowing softly with black flame. She lets out a soft squeak that might be audible to the other two but probably not the class, but you doubt anyone but you notices the way her pupils briefly glow pinkish-purple. When passing Patricia you do the same... although since she's damp to the touch, you go ahead and slide your fingers inside that nice tight teen pussy, enjoying her soft, pleasured gasp as well as the flash in her pupils that shows the spell's taken hold. Jane seems to have heard the other two make those noises, and her face has gone even more red, her body quivering as you pass behind her, clearly expecting to get pinched or goosed or whatever you did... and looking almost confused as you pass her right by without so much as brushing against her.\n\nYou turn briefly to make a show of consulting your book, and also so you can give your fingers a quick suck, before turning around and announcing, "That will be all, you may take your seats." The girls all sit down, the three at your desk standing up and smoothing their skirts out as they walk back to their desks, still blushing... all of them seem rather shocked and embarrassed, but no outrage or looks of seething plotting to tell anyone. Your Dark Authority seems to have done its job. "I've made a note of the infractions I found, and will address them if necessary at a later date... assuming they're not corrected before then." Looks of relief replace many of the embarrassed ones, though Jane's still blushing... the other two look to have calmed down remarkably well. Heh.\n\nYou continue to teach the rest of the class normally... and taking it ridiculously easy on the girls, which further relaxes them and puts them at ease, until you doubt any of them are even actually thinking about the dress code check as anything other than a brief bump in the day. Once the bell rings for dismissal, the girls all start packing up quickly as you settle into your chair... and give a small mental command. Danielle and Patricia both freeze in place for part of an instant, pupils glowing for that same moment, before they resume packing up... albeit slower, Patricia telling several of her friends to go ahead as she 'accidentally' spills some of her pencils onto the floor. Eventually the rest of the class has fled out the door... but the two of them wind up lingering in front of your desk almost expectantly. Smiling at them, you lift a hand and snap your fingers... at which point both of them get glowing pupils again, that pinkish-purple light blazing as their expectant bodies relax slightly.\n\n"Patricia, go lock the door. Danielle, take off those panties."\n\n"Yes, Master," Patricia says in that sweet, mature manner of hers, turning and making her way over to the door.\n\n"Yes, Master," Danielle repeats in her more brusque voice, immediately lifting her skirt and shucking down the cotton panties, lifting her legs with their torn black stockings (also against regs) to step out of them as you push your chair back from the desk, fishing out your stiff cock and lifting your balls out of your boxers as you hear the click of the door lock.\n\nSoon both of them are on their knees in front of you, Patricia's mouth full of one of your balls and Danielle's black-painted lips brushing up and down your shaft as she strokes it with her tongue. Both gaze up at you, eyes slightly glassy but otherwise worshipful, pupils still glowing steadily with the pink-purple light that says they're under your complete control. "Mmm, very good, girls... but ditch the jacket and vest, and open up your blouses, I wanna see your tits." Since you didn't tell them to stop what they're doing, Patricia continues to tongue-bathe your balls as she unbuttons her jacket and shrugs out of it, Danielle suckling at the tip of your prick as she wiggles out of the vest. Almost in tandem they unbutton their blouses and tug them open... in amusing contrast to their panties, the going-commando-beneath-her-skirt Patricia's big, round breasts are contained safely in a fairly plain, obviously supportive bra, while the conservatively-pantied Danielle is going braless... but then it looks like her perky little A-cups with their stiff pink nipples wouldn't need a lot of support. \n\nGrinning, you rest a hand on both of their heads, guiding both of them up to your shaft to encourage them to lick and suck at the sides, their soft moans and slurping noises filling the empty classroom. You give them just the slightest mental nudge to urge them both to start kissing your shaft adoringly instead... honestly, really all it takes is thinking 'It would be nice if you kissed it.' You enjoy guiding them both up and down along your shaft, and occasionally together, the little punk-goth and the pretty prep swirling their tongues together eagerly and moaning into each other's mouths. Eventually you have Patricia deepthroating you while Danielle tugs off the brown-haired girl's blouse and undoes her bra, freeing those big teenage-firm D-cups and reaching around to fondle and tease them, fingertips teasing her stiff, puffy nipples and areola. Then you have them change places, Danielle's glossy black lips stretched around your shaft as Patricia relieves her of her blouse, leaning in to suck and lick at those thick, stiff pink nubs capping her jutting little tits.\n\nFeeding them both a load or cumming all over their faces would be an outrageous amount of fun, but... later. The full version of the spell specified exactly what you needed to do to have complete control over their minds forever. To that end you soon have Danielle bent over the desk again, one of her combat boots lifted up to brace on a slightly pulled-out drawer to spread her black-stockinged legs wider, letting you thrust deeper into her tight little previously virgin pussy. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, Master your cock feels so good, fuck, fuck," she whimpers eagerly, gasping in pleasure as you grab a bit of her short hair and yank her head back. You rake your eyes up and down the pretty little schoolgirl eagerly bucking her pert ass back against the thrusts of your hips, wearing nothing but her skirt, stockings, boots, and those cute punk accessories. Oh yeah, this is definitely the best temp job ever.\n\n"Mmn, annh, mmmn," is Patricia's only verbal addition to the conversation... but that's because she's busy tonguing your ass. The refined-looking Student Council President type shows absolutely no shame as she juts her tongue out, letting your asshole thrust back onto it, her hands worshipfully rubbing your hips as she works her tongue up and down, doing her best to pleasure you in the lewdest, dirtiest way possible.\n\nThis is pretty much the most pleasurable, perverted thing you've ever done in your life, but you still manage to hold off a good long while and fuck Danielle to several thigh-quivering orgasms before thrusting forward and unloading inside her. Danielle cries out loudly, bucking against you in the most intense climax she's had yet, her eyes blazing solid pink-purple as your spell is given its final catalyst and completely claims her mind, heart, and soul. After a few seconds it fades entirely, leaving her eyes a slightly red-tinted shade of the same brown they were before as she coos and wriggles her hips, smiling over her shoulder at you. She gives a soft 'awww' of disappointment as you pull out of her, Patricia dutifully taking her tongue out of your ass and instead moving around to slide your cock into her mouth, sucking and licking it clean of the mixture of your cum and Danielle's. "Your turn, pretty," you inform her, grinning.\n\nShortly after Patricia is on her back on the desk, her legs held against the front of your chest and your shoulders as you drive into her, your balls slapping against her round, firm ass. She's a little less verbal than Danielle... but mostly because her tongue's busy with Danielle's pussy, the goth girl cooing and writhing in delight as she toys with the prep's big perky tits, squeezing them upward to display her puffy nipples to you. You lean forward to give Danielle a kiss that's almost entirely tongue, the completely mind-dominated schoolgirl moaning eagerly as her social superior eagerly sucks and licks her to yet more orgasms. This time when you fill your little schoolgirl slave's pussy with cum, you have to take the flash of pink-purple light from between Danielle's thighs as proof that it worked... they're now both completely and utterly within your power.\n\nOnce you have them on their knees again, this time both working in concert to tongue-bathe your cock clean as you stand, you grin down at them. "Are you girls ready to help me take down the Magi-Cheer Five?"\n\n"Of course, Master," Patricia purrs.\n\n"Anything for you, Master," Danielle moans happily.\n\n"Good. Now we'll begin-"\n\n<hr>\n[[-socially destroying the Magi-Cheers.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[-turning you into magical girls.|DarkMike3x3]]

But the unseen creature wastes little time. It turns in place, as you can hear its heavy footsteps and feel the motion of your body being moved. It then lifts you off of its cock and turns you, letting your arms and legs dangle downward limply, your wobbling cumbelly shimmying heavily below you. Then, with as little mercy or hesitancy as it showed with your cunt, the creature jams your other hole down onto it, in a single thrust utterly destroying your asshole. You wail out again as it begins working you over its unyieldingly hard member.\n\nIts thrusts shake your body, making your ridiculously overfilled womb and inflated belly wobble obscenely, even as the thrusts and motion cause it to slowly empty itself. You can feel the constant stream of thick, hot jizz running out of your pussy and over your inner thighs, completely soaking your lower body. You can hear the sound of it splashing to the floor, and the beast grunting and breathing above you, and the sound of its cock plunging into your permanently wrecked hole, all the sounds amplified as you've been deprived of even the glimpse of light from above the stairs, now plunged into complete and utter darkness.\n\nAs if your body had given up, you cum and cum over and over again, your cries reduced to nothing but pathetic, gurgling mewling noises as your orgasms push more of the monster's cum out of your pussy and attempt to squeeze your hopelessly gaping asshole around its prick. And soon enough the beast bellows again and begins unloading its second, equally huge river of monstrous seed into you. Your belly bulges again, but not as much, and once more your eyes roll up in your head at the overwhelming sensation as cum begins fountaining out of your mouth in little gushes and spurts, running down your chin and joining what must be the growing pool on the floor.\n\nThe beast waits even less time than the last once it's finished cumming, and immediately pulls you off its cock, flips you over, and slides your pussy back down onto it. Your gaping cunt sheathes its monstrous member easily this time, already stretched to fit, and you moan as an immediate orgasm welcomes it once again sliding through your body to stretch out your womb. It begins working you over its length again, your arms and legs swaying at a different angle.\n\nThis time it seems to be holding off, and you lose all sense of time as it seems to fuck you for hours, or even days. But then suddenly you feel something approaching you from above, and then your body from the shoulders up is enclosed in hot, stiffling wetness. Shock overcomes you, your fuck-addled brain unable to even think of what might be happening, until you feel something long and dexterous slide around your head. Its tongue! Your head is in the monster's mouth!\n\nYou start trying to scream again as the beast licks you and slowly slides its mouth further and further down your body, but your attempts to even voice your protest are rendered moot by the massive cock plunging into your pussy and wringing constant orgasms out of you even as you're devoured. The monster seems determined to fuck you until the last, continuing to violate your destroyed pussy all the way up until its lips close around your middle, having pinned your arms to your sides. You can feel its cock starting to spasm and spurt even as it lifts you up and off of its cock with its mouth alone, raising you up into the air with your feet pointed skywards, so that the weight of your own twitching, orgasming body can push you down its throat.\n\nIts throat wraps around your head and then your shoulders as it begins swallowing, pulling you deeper and deeper down. You have nothing in you left to resist as you slide down its gullet, wondering if your body is making an outline in its throat like its cock must have made an outline in your belly. Then you feel your body being guided into a naturally curled-up position as your head hits a slightly yielding wall of flesh, pulling your exhausted, limp form into something like a fetal position.\n\nYou have been eaten by a Grue.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|Camping12xEnd]]

You push the sign back up and into place, pressing on the tape to get it to stick. You blink at the handwritten lettering reading 'It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a Grue.' You snort a little at that. What? Opening the door, you notice that it is indeed completely dark in the basement, and flicking the switch underneath the sign does absolutely nothing. Taking the sign to be your aunt's idea of a joke at the light not working, you leave the door open so light can filter in from the kitchen and start down the steps, deciding to at least go as far as the light reaches to take a look around.\n\nAs you get towards the bottom of the steps, your foot slips on one of the stairs and you stumble. You at least manage to pitch yourself forward rather than sliding down and banging your head, catching yourself on your forearms instead. Wincing, you look around and realize you've fallen way out of the light, and it's completely black around you. You look over your shoulder and can faintly see the stairs, and start to push yourself to your feet.\n\nYou hear movement in the darkness, and that's all the warning you get before you're grabbed and hauled into the air. You scream in terror as something huge lifts you up in its unseen but huge hand, the sound of its heavy breathing and the heat of its breath washing over you letting you know you're in the grip of a monster. Before your first scream has even trailed off, you feel another massive limb tear at your jeans, ripping away the wasteband and crotch as well as the panties underneath them, baring your pussy to the cold darkness of the basement.\n\nYou scream again as the hand that just tore your jeans wraps around your middle like the other one. Your cry cuts off in a shocked and overwhelmed gurgle as the beast jams you down onto what must be its cock, a throbbing, hot length that feels like it must be as thick and long as your thigh. The very first thrust effectively destroys your pussy, stretching it beyond all hope of recovery, and just continuing to further defile it as the beast begins working you over its length, your legs dangling uselessly, your hands reflexively gripping at the leathery, scaley, furry skin covering the beast's arms as you try both to simultaneously push it away and find your balance.\n\nYou can see absolutely nothing of the monster raping you, not even its outline, as it continues to use you as a cocksheath. Most of your cries and screams are cut off by the overwhelming sensation of its enormous member violating you, and you can only imagine how much your flat stomach must be bulging up beneath your shirt. But speaking of your shirt, the thing must have more than the two limbs it's holding you with, as your clothes are steadily ripped and torn away from you, even your shoes yanked off and tossed away, leaving you naked in the dark as you're fucked senseless.\n\nSoon there's a low, grunting bellow from above you that feels like it probably shakes the whole house, as the beast shoves you down harder onto its cock, forcing you all the way onto it until you imagine that the outline of its cock in your middle must be just under your tits. It begins spewing its load directly into your already stretched and defiled womb, the amount completely ridiculous, and you can feel your belly swelling up, bigger and bigger, the beast shifting its hands to allow its expansion.\n\nYour eyes roll up in your head, your teeth gritted, your entire body shaking as you experience the strongest, strangest orgasm of your life from your inhuman rapist filling you with enough bestial seed to make you look eighteen months pregnant... that is, if you could even see yourself.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Camping12x3]]

Curious about a room that you've never even glimpsed before, you head into the kitchen where the door to the basement is. You stand in front of the door for a few moments, idly glancing around the too-clean-to-be-used-that-often kitchen before turning your attention back to the door. You notice that there's a little sign over a lightswitch, but it's come loose at the top and fallen forward to where you can't see what it says.\n\n<hr>\n[[Paste it back up, could be important.|Camping12x2]]\n\n[[Nah, that'd show you were here!|Camping]]

You tap the option for the watch, and immediately feel something snug around your left wrist. You glance down at it, spotting the large red button that says 'Stop' on it. "Hey, Eric, what's u-" Ranma starts to say in a bored tone before you press the red button and he freezes in place again, mouth open in the middle of a word.\n\nA scrollable text window of instructions pops up... and wow, it's pretty thorough. Your eyes start to glaze and you almost reach for the 'OK' button out of reflex trained by many unreadably long TOS documents, before you snap yourself out of it. These are the instructions for your <i>time machine</i>... you'd probably better actually read them.\n\nOkay, so it looks like there are four buttons on the watch... the big red time stop button, and three of them in a vertical row next to it. The top blue button brings up an options menu of how the environment works while you're in time stop mode... basically whether it just seems like everyone has turned into statues, but you can still move things around normally (which is apparently the default), or if all time is effectively frozen and you can do things like pick up objects, release them in midair, and they'll just float there. It also has a few options for the other modes, like whether everyone's memories retroactively adjust to account for changes you made to someone or whether they're aware they've been altered. The second purple button apparently allows you to control the flow of time within the sim... pressing it will bring up a control panel not unlike a video player's, with rewind, fast forward, slow motion, and loop options... all of which you can apparently apply selectively to certain areas, and determine how the people in those areas perceive them (it gives an example of making them completely aware that they're in a time loop but unable to escape it). And the final, green button brings up the option that lets you adjust an NPC's (or your own) age, making them younger or older.\n\nSo it looks like there's definitely a lot of stuff that your new toy can do. So the big question is... what <i>do</i> you want to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Wander around in the frozen world.|RanWatchplaceholder]]\n\n[[Stay here and do stuff to Ranma.|RanWatchplaceholder]]\n\n[[Go find someone else to do stuff to.|RanWatchplaceholder]]\n\n[[Put a more elaborate plan into action.|RanWatchplaceholder]]

You decide that the Japanese school is too interesting an opportunity to pass up. You put a lot of effort into learning Japanese, after all, and you're eager to broaden your horizons beyond more typical teaching jobs. Besides, you're eager to show them that not every American English teacher is just some otaku with a teaching certificate trying to get a free trip! You write back to accept the job offer, then begin the process of getting ready to move overseas. It involves selling the majority of your possessions, and paring down what you intend to take with you to the bare essentials... the job includes housing, but you have a feeling it may be rather more cramped than you're used to. Once you've got your worldly possessions sufficiently streamlined, you have what you're taking shipped and then board a plane for a very, very long flight.\n\nLuckily the flight has internet, or even you might go a bit stir crazy. At one point you check your email and find that there are three people requesting to meet with you essentially as soon as your plane lands. No rest for the jetlagged, eh? Suppressing a sigh, you check over the emails to see who these people are and what they want.\n\nThere's an email from a [[Nobu Matsuhira|HelenJP]]. It's short, blunt, and borders on being an outright demand that you see him as soon as you've landed. A bit of research on the internet determines that he's a wealthy industrialist... and heavy donor to Fakkushiri High. He's also apparently a staunch traditionalist and nationalist... meaning you have to wonder if he wants you to turn up just so he can display his disdain for an American teacher at his school.\n\nThere's also one from a [[Katsuko Kinomoto|HelenJP1x1]]. It's rather longer and considerably more cordial, bordering on flattering, but also requests that you come and see her right off of the plane. A bit of checking into this one reveals that she's also a wealthy donor, albeit her business empire focuses on entertainment... and, if some of the rumor sites are to be believed, "entertainment" with a wink-wink and nudge-nudge. What in the world would such a person have to ask of you...?\n\nThe third one is from, rather more expectedly, the [[principal|HelenJP7x1]] of the school, who wants to welcome you, give you a bit of orientation, and give you a ride to your new apartment. It's pretty standard "hello nice to have you here" sort of stuff that was probably dictated to a secretary, but he apparently will show up himself to meet you and drive you. That's a pretty nice thing for a new boss to do.\n\nSnubbing your new boss to meet with donors isn't exactly kosher, but then neither is ticking off people who help keep the school running, and it doesn't sound like either of them are the sort of people that just hand out rain checks for these sorts of meetings. You'll have to pick who to see when you arrive.

You only met him fairly briefly at the introductory party after your arrival, but Marius did seem to be pretty charming. If Allen thinks he has the connections to get this fixed, then you'll trust his judgement. "Okay, let's get Marius's help, I wanna get this thing off!"\n\n"I think the earliest we'll be able to see him is tomorrow morning," Allen admits. "Are you gonna be okay with that thing on overnight?"\n\nSaya did say it was designed for longterm wear without damage, you recall, so with a heavy sigh you nod. "Yeah. I guess. I doubt I'll get much sleep, though." \n\nAnd you don't, tossing and turning fitfully throughout the night, constantly aware of the slight pressure all around your cock and balls entrapping them in that damned pink metal cage. So it's with bags under your eyes and heavy shoulders that you go with Allen to the Science SSC building to meet with Marius in a private-ish corner of the lobby.\n\n"Mm, I'd heard of the girl in question, though I was unaware she'd taken things quite <i>that</i> far," Marius muses as he lounges in a chair, perfect eyebrows raising. "How... interesting, a girl that dominant and certain of her own superiority," he murmurs, his eyes flashing in a way not altogether unlike some of the looks you saw from Saya last night. "I'd definitely be interested to meet her. And yes, I do think we can probably resolve your situation as well, Gwyn. Why don't you and I take a drive over to see Saya and I'll see about convincing her to give you your freedom, and apologize while she's at it."\n\nYou're not certain his confidence is warranted, but it is very comforting, so you nod eagerly and follow him outside to his extremely nice luxury car. Trying not to squirm as the exquisite leather seats still somehow manage to nudge at and remind you of the cock cage you're wearing, you welcome the distraction as Marius speaks up again.\n\n"So, Gwyn, tell me, what is your goal here?"\n\n"Huh? I mean... to get this stupid thing off of me, of course."\n\n"And after that?"\n\n"Stay as far away from this crazy bitch as possible," you mutter.\n\nMarius chuckles, nodding. "Well, that would be sensible. But are you sure you'd be fine with just that? You don't want, perhaps... revenge?"\n\nYou blink. "Revenge? I mean... I guess I wouldn't... necessarily mind it, considering all she did to me just for ordering for her at a restaurant," you admit, shrugging. "But wouldn't that be more likely to get me in trouble?"\n\n"Not necessarily. Trust me, Gwyn, just as you're trusting me to handle this situation. I could give you the most sublime revenge possible... of course, I'd want a little something in return, something of equal value to the revenge you took, but it might seem a small price in the end, yes?" He glances at you and winks cheerfully. "Of course, it's your decision, whether you just want quit of that device, or if you want to pay Saya back in kind for what she was going to do to you."\n\n<hr>\n[[You just want the cage gone.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[You want revenge.|GwynSaya2x4]]

Doing a quick, perfunctory soap-up with body wash in the name of actually trying to get clean, you then snag one of the shampoo bottles and bring it around, pressing the cap end up against your pucker. You bite your lower lip, expecting it to be difficult or uncomfortable despite your earlier exploration, but instead simply give a moan as it goes sliding up inside you. Pushing the bottle about halfway in, you rest your fingers against the bottom of the bottle and start lightly pumping it into yourself, letting the soapsuds and your own squeezing around it push it back out against your fingers after every push in. You put your other hand back on your cock and start stroking it, not bothering to match the tempo to the pumps of the shampoo bottle into your ass, just trying to work both as thoroughly as you can.\n\nYou pant and gasp under the fall of hot water, the air full of steam and your moans as you fuck yourself with the plastic bottle. Your hand squeezes on your cock, slipping along it with the slipperyness of the body wash. You turn your face up against the spray of the showerhead, letting the water run over it and down your body as you work yourself over, almost feeling like you're going to melt in the heat of the shower and the building sensations. It doesn't take long before your cock surges in your hand and starts spraying a surprising amount of thick, white goo onto the tile wall of the shower, the splatters quickly starting to slide down the wall and thin out in the moist air.\n\nYou gasp loudly as, right in the midst of your shivery afterglow, a hand nudges yours away from the shampoo bottle and starts pumping it in and out of you again. A pair of large, wet breasts presses up against your back as Baal leans in to whisper in your ear, "Why don't you let me do that? You can just jerk that cute cock of yours." You're not sure what to do with that other than give a quick nod and start jerking yourself off again, leaning your hand against the wall, moaning louder than before as the naked girl now sharing the shower with you takes over fucking your ass with her shampoo bottle.\n\nEventually she stops you and turns you around, pulling your head to one of her breasts. You obediently start suckling at her fat pink nipple, swirling your tongue around it as you roll your eyes up to watch her face. She's washed off the mascara, but her lipstick is still in place, shiny black lips curled as she watches you. You slip your hands around to her ass, finding it full and round and filling your hands as you start kneading and squeezing, rubbing your cock up against her thigh as she continues pumping the hard plastic bottle into your eager ass. Again, it doesn't take you long before you're gushing another load, this time against one of the glass walls and against Baal's thigh.\n\n"Hm, impressive." Baal laughs a bit, drawing away from you and letting the shower spray hit along her thigh, quickly washing herself off. Then she snags your wrist and turns off the shower, pulling you out into the bathroom and over to an luxuriously fluffy fur rug in the middle of the bathroom. She pushes you down to your knees, then forward until your cheek rests against the fur, your ass in the air. Since right about now you'd jump off a cliff if she told you to, you stay in position as she heads over to one of the bathroom cabinets, watching her pale round ass move as she walks. She opens the cabinet, revealing a number of dildos and other sex toys, and plucks out a string of purple anal beads before walking back over and behind you. You bite your lower lip as she pushes the first golfball-sized sphere into your ass, shuddering as it pushes in and pops past your ring, her finger sliding inside as she pushes it in deeper, then draws her finger back to push in the next orb.\n\nOnce she's pushed all the beads in, she wraps her hand around your cock and starts slowly stroking, tugging downward as if milking you. You turn your head, staring at her brilliant purple fingernails as her fingers work your dick. Her other hand tugs and twists at the string of the anal beads, making them move inside you, your hips bucking and twitching reflexively. You pant and gasp as she plays with you, your gaze wandering back and forth from her hand tugging your prick to the view of her smooth-shaved white pussy framed by your legs. After several minutes, she starts slowly pulling back on the beads, and you give a cry as the first one sliding out of you sets you off, a heavy splurt of cum hitting the white fur below your belly. Every time she pulls another of the beads out, you fire another thick shot of cum, until there's several miniature puddles of it collecting in the matted fur of the rug.\n\n"Very nice indeed," Baal murmurs, almost as if to herself, before standing up and walking out of the bathroom. As she heads out, she calls back, "Finish cleaning up, I'll be in the living room. No need to get dressed!"\n\nEventually picking yourself up off the floor, you step back into the shower and finish actually getting clean, before drying off with a towel. Blushing and trying to convince yourself all of that really happened and you're not about to get in trouble, you set the towel aside and pad back down the hall naked, your cock angled in front of you in a low arc. At the sight of Baal sitting in a chair wearing nothing but a black tanktop and panties, it springs quickly back to full mast, making her grin. She gestures at the couch across from her, and you settle onto it a bit gingerly. You're caught somewhere between nervous and proud, and can't help but spread your legs some, not only to avoid crushing your bare balls, but also to show them and your jutting erection off to Baal.\n\n"Well then. I guess there's no question of whether you want more." Baal chuckles a bit, sitting back and folding one long, white leg over the other and resting her hands on her knee. "But as to that, we should figure out some terms."\n\n"Um... terms?" That derails you a bit, and you blink in bemusement.\n\n"I'm not exactly the romantic sort. I'm fairly heavy into domination and humiliation, actually." She waggles her eyebrows, grinning again. "Which you respond to nicely, it seems, though I've been fairly mild so far. The truth is, you've got the potential to have exactly the body type I want, but more than that, you have impressive natural stamina and reactiveness, and you're apparently naturally receptive to certain things. Besides the naughty fun, you've got the potential to help me with some research."\n\n"Research? I thought your job was-"\n\n"That doesn't eat up <i>all</i> my time. Just the occasional girl scout." Before you can ask her if she's serious, she continues. "Like I said, Worldland is more than just a theme park. There are a lot of strange phenomenon that I'm trying to study. Like your friends the mascots."\n\n"Um, yeah... they're kind of weird, huh?" You blush brightly as you say it, glancing aside.\n\n"And lewd. And several of the subjects I want to study about them are equally lewd. Like that [[cum of theirs|EricBaalPlaceholder]]... it seems to have numerous applications and properties, and I need someone to test some of them on. There's also [[their dicks|EricBaalPlaceholder]]... as I'm sure you noticed, they seem to have some supernatural properties of their own. There's also [[their bodies|EricBaalPlaceholder]]... exactly how do they function, what makes them tick? Those are the main things I need someone like you's help to study. Or, if you don't want to help with research..." She shrugs, breasts jiggling, and smirks. "Well, [[I could use a slave for a few months|EricBaalPlaceholder]]. I have a cleaning service, so most of your actual <i>work</i> would involve the occasional gopher jobs and being used for kinky, humiliating, occasionally bizarre sex. At the end of, oh, let's say three months, you could leave and I'd pay you more than most people twice your age make in a year. What do you think...?"

You lean down and start to hand the pin to him, then smirk as you snap back upright and lift it up high. Happosai squawks and makes a jump for it, only for you to quickly snap your arm away. He continues jumping and bounding about, grabbing for the pin as you move it around. "Give it to me, Ranma! You promised!"\n\n"Yeah, I did, so I will," you answer smugly, lip curling as you look at him, using a bit of slight of hand to make the pin disappear. You set both hands on your hips and lean forward a bit. "But you've been a total jerk about this whole thing, so I think you need to show some humility."\n\n"W-what?!" the shriveled old man splutters.\n\n"You heard me. Maybe before I give you the hairpin, you need to prove to me that you're not gonna make any trouble with it or lord it over others."\n\nHapposai growls angrily, clutching one tiny fist until it shakes... then drops into a begging posture, head bowed. "Please, I promise! I won't lord it over anyone! Give me the pin!"\n\nYou laugh a little at the sight he presents. "See, that's better! But maybe get a little lower."\n\nHapposai hesitates, then actually rubs his face in the dirt, his voice coming up muffled. "I'm sorry I wasn't nicer! Please give me the pin!"\n\nYou think you can wring a liiiittle more out of him. This is definitely some enjoyable payback for all those times he fondled you. Producing the pin, you hold it over his head, smirking all the while. "Alright, just a little more and I'll give it to you. Repeat after me:"\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm an impotent old man!"|FRanX5x2]]\n\n[["I can't make Ranma do anything!"|FRanX7x1]]\n\n[["I'll always be a shriveled old geezer!"|FRanX6x1]]\n\n[["Girls hate it when I touch them!"|FRanX8x1]]

You see Happosai's entire body tremble with fury, and you can tell that he's speaking through gritted teeth even with his face in the dirt. "I'm... an impotent old man."\n\n"'Even though I'm obsessed with titties and panties, I can't even get it up,'" you continue in a mocking tone of voice, wagging the hairpin back and forth.\n\n"Even though I'm obsessed with titties and panties, I can't... I can't even get it up!"\n\nLaughing derisively, you straighten up and negligently toss the hairpin in his general direction. Happosai immediately springs up and snatches it out of the air, quickly clipping it to his tuft of hair before he lands. There's a swirl of smoke and a loud *POMF*, and you start coughing, taking a few steps back. "What the-" You're rendered speechless as the smoke is suddenly blown back, and a rather different Happosai stands before you... a bit bigger, with raccoon ears and a tail, a big plump almost pear-shaped midsection, and a pair of testicles bigger than basketballs, with a towering, jutting cock to match.\n\n"Soooo, impotent old man, am I?!" he snarls, glaring up at you from his (slightly increased) height, his two-foot-plus cock throbbing visibly.\n\n"Uh, clearly not now," you have to admit, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. "So, c'mon, make with the <b>HEY</b>!" you yelp as Happosai, moving with blurring speed despite his immense anatomy, flips over your head and comes down directly behind you, yanking your pants down, baring your ass and smooth pussy. "You promised you'd-!"\n\nYou're cut off, your eyes rolling up in your head and your teeth gritting as Happosai leaps up and spears that immense prick directly into your pussy. Even visible under your shirt is the way your stomach bulges up obscenely with the outline of it, all the way up to just below your breasts, maybe even a little bit between them. Within seconds he's established a firm grip on your ass and starts pounding away at your stretched-taut pussy. You gradually bend forward under the assault, your jaw slackening and your tongue lolling out instead, little gasps puffing from between your lips at the intense sensation... and intense pleasure... running through your body.\n\n"I guess I lied, then," the transformed Happosai chuckles, reaching one small hand forward and casually ripping your shirt off your body. Your bouncing, swaying tits are bared, shaking back and forth as he fucks away at you while clinging to the curves of your ass. His immense balls slap against the back of your thighs, reminding you of just how much more of a man than you he is now, if the numerous inches of cock destroying your pussy and stretching your womb didn't make that clear. \n\nYou desperately grip your own legs, trying to at least stay on your feet, your arms pressing your tits together and making them jiggle in place even as they look all the larger because of it. You let out a gurgling noise as the first orgasm slams through you, your overstressed pussy squeezing and gushing around the little old tanuki man's immense cock. But that's apparently not enough for him... he apparently intends to make you feel more like a woman than ever in vengeance for your mockery. He squeezes and kneads at your ass with both hands, hugging his whole body against it and licking lewdly as he violates you, obviously reveling in finally getting a chance to rape you silly.\n\nHe pounds away at you for a good half hour before he thrusts in all the way, the bulge of his cockhead nudging up between your tits before he begins to unload those enormous balls into you. The outline of his cock gradually disappears as your belly grows and swells, rounding out with the gallons of jizz being pumped into it. It feels... hot, and thick, but more than that tingly and pleasurable, the magic of it obvious, even if the sheer amount of it didn't make it clear. And it just keeps <i>coming</i>, your distended belly wobbling like a water balloon as it gets bigger and bigger, soon extending down past your knees, pressing up against the underside of your tits. And it doesn't let up once your bellybutton touches the ground... it keeps going, the bottom flattening out as it presses against the grass, then actually lifts you off of your feet, leaving you balanced atop of it.\n\nBy the time Happosai finishes cumming in you, he's actually standing on the swell of your belly, and you're straddling it with legs and arms. You shudder and twitch at every shift and wobble of the massive amount of magical cum inside you that has your womb swelled up to the size of one of those cutesy little rounded cars. Happosai laughs smugly as he pulls his only slightly less hard cock out of you, a thick stream of cum starting to ooze out of your gaping pussy and run down the curve of your belly.\n\n"I think you've learned your lesson! You'll certainly never call me impotent again, eh? Well, I'm off to visit luscious Akane and her pretty sisters!" he chirps, leaping up into the tree branches and disappearing.\n\nYou shudder and tremble in aftershock orgasms where you're straddled across your own immensely overflowed belly. It takes a little while, but gradually your orgasm-overloaded brain starts getting some semblance of sentient thought going again, and what Happosai said sinks in. He's going to do the same thing to Akane! And, y'know... her sisters, which is also bad. Trying to put aside the implications of being fucked into a quivering mess of girl-orgasms by a little old man for the moment, you look around at yourself. There's definitely no way you could move like this... squeezing your own cumbelly with your arms and legs only makes the jizz gush out a little faster, and sends a distracting orgasm through you besides. At the rate it's going, it'll be at least an hour or more before it's small enough for you to get on your feet.\n\nYou try to think... what could you possibly do to speed this up? Well, from the way the stuff tingles, Happosai's cum is obviously heavily infused with energy... tanuki magic, specifically. But your martial arts training has left you with numerous techniques for manipulating your own body's energy... and while the magic of this cum isn't your own ki energy, it's still energy, and it's definitely inside you right now! Of course, who knows what absorbing all that tanuki magic might do to you...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait for it to come out naturally.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to absorb it.|FRanX5x3]]

With Happosai full of tanuki magic and on a rampage, you're probably going to need all the energy you can get, even if it's from a slightly skeevy source. But still, you try to center yourself, doing your best not to be distracted by the massive cumbelly beneath you wobbling and sending pleasure through you every time you jostle it.\n\nOf course if you thought that felt good, you weren't quite prepared for when you actually manage to begin absorbing the energy. Pleasure suffuses your entire body, somewhat fogging your mind and causing you to become rather lost in the haze of it. Your body takes over absorbing the energy without you consciously trying, your belly gradually shrinking... but at the same time your tits begin to swell up, as if taking on some of the size your stomach was losing, the rest of your body shifting and altering as well. Eventually your belly is roughly only the size of a woman's nine months pregnant or so... but your nipples are almost brushing the ground by that time. You push yourself unsteadily to your feet and stagger a little, some more of the cum gushing down your inner thighs and the rest being absorbed more quickly, until your stomach is almost as flat as it was before.\n\nYou look yourself over... your tits are, well, huge now, probably about twice the size of your head. But you're different all over too. You're taller, with longer legs and curvier hips... overall you look more like a bombshell out of a hentai manga than the "short and stacked" redhead you looked like before. Shaking your shoulders and watching your boobs jiggle, you can't help but wonder if absorbing all this magic has... well, made this form permanent. ... But no time to worry about that now! You've got to save Akane! You take off towards Nerima, using high, long leaps and bounds to travel faster. You'd jump higher and farther but your tits are bouncing and jiggling like crazy as it is, you're afraid of you push it any more you might wind up smacked in the face.\n\nSoon you arrive back at the Tendo Dojo, landing on one side of it and deciding to enter through the kitchen since it's closest. You scramble to a stop at the sight that greets you... Kasumi, naked, her belly swollen up easily as much as yours was, pressed flat where it rests against the kitchen tile, her arms and legs indenting her belly where she's straddling it, shudders running through her body as she has obvious aftershock orgasms. "O-oh my... h-hello, Ranma... oh my, it's been quite a day," she greets you blearily.\n\nLooks like Happosai's already been here and gotten started on his dirty work! ... Damn, that's a hell of a sight though, did you look like that? You find your pussy moistening, and your tongue slipping out to wet your lips... especially when you think of all that cum bloating Kasumi up like that.\n\nEr, that is! All that magic-charged cum. Obviously Happosai's on a tear and like you thought, he might be tough to stop, if he managed this so fast. Maybe you ought to charge up with the rest of that energy too...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Drain Kasumi.|FRanX20x1]]\n\n[[Hurry on.|FRanX5x4]]

"Sorry, Kasumi, I gotta stop Happosai!" you call.\n\n"Oh, I understand, certainly, I blrglhlhlhlhnhnnhnhnh," she groans, eyes rolling and tongue lolling out as you brush against her cumbelly on your way past, the little jiggles and wobbles you set off in the liquid inside clearly sending her into a fresh round of climaxes.\n\nIn the living room you find a similarly bloated and overfucked Nabiki, still wearing part of her workout outfit since Happosai apparently just yanked the crotch of it aside to fuck her, her expanded tits having burst out of the top and her belly through the stomach of it, but the rest still clinging to her body, the orange shirt almost brushing the ceiling as she tries desperately to stay still, and not managing it very well to judge by her rolled eyes, gritted teeth, and the drool running down her chin. Wanting to avoid Akane meeting a similar fate, you spot motion in the back yard and rush out, jerking to a stop as you spot your quarry, though your tits jiggle and wobble for a few moments even after you've stopped. "Hey!"\n\nHapposai has somehow gotten Akane down onto her knees with her cheek against the ground, Akane's skirt shoved up and panties yanked down. His newly massive cock is resting just at the entrance of her pussy, which is sopping wet, Akane's flushed face giving more evidence of whatever lust-spell the little perverted tanuki has cast. Happosai sneers at you, wagging his tail a bit. "Oho? So you managed to get mobile after all, did you, Ranma? Looks like you've absorbed my cum and magic... those titties are <i>amazing</i>! Don't worry, I'll give you another good fuck here in a moment, once I've finished with darling Akane-chan!"\n\n<hr>\n[["You're bluffing!"|FRanX5x5]]\n\n[["No, please, I'll do anything!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Hyaaaah!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["... Yessir."|FRanX]]

"No way!" you snap, pointing at him, and trying to ignore the fresh round of jiggles it sets off in your tits. "You've gotta be shooting blanks by now!"\n\n"... I beg your pardon?" the little old pervert says, turning his head towards you again and looking honestly offended.\n\n"After shooting that much cum into me, and Kasumi, and even more into Nabiki? You can't possibly have more than a couple of squirts left!" you sneer in reply, putting your hands on your hips and leaning forward. "You're out, old man, just admit it."\n\n"'Out', am I?" Happosai straightens up, actually hopping forward to stand on Akane's bare, upturned ass, his cock now jutting towards you. "Well we'll just see about that!"\n\nOnce again a puff of smoke surrounds him, but this time it surrounds you as well. You cough and wave a hand in front of your face, trying to clear it. Once it does, you realize that you're right back in the grove where you left from a little while ago. While you're busy wondering why Happosai brought you here, he suddenly leaps on you from behind, the impact just enough to make you yelp and bend forward, your oversized tits hanging down and swaying beneath you. Between their weight and Happosai being so fast, he's taking a perch on your ass and shoving back into your pussy almost before you know it. Your eyes roll as you're instantly overcome by the same pleasure, the prior fucking apparently having sensitized your body even further to that massive tanuki cock pumping into you while the little old man clings to your butt and hips, his massive balls swinging forward to slap your crotch. \n\nThis time, though, the experience quickly ramps up. It's only three strokes or so before Happosai starts cumming... a massive gush of cum, at least a gallon of the stuff pouring into your womb at the depth of his thrust, and igniting fresh shudders of intense orgasm. But when he pulls back and thrusts again, an equally large, maybe even more voluminous, torrent of thick jizz pours into you, your already bulging belly swelling up even larger. Your tongue lolls out, your brain slammed by stronger and stronger orgasms every time he pumps yet another, ever-increasing load into you, and he's doing that with every single thrust into you! Soon his balls are slapping against your bloated cumbelly instead of your crotch as it hangs down heavier and heavier beneath you, eventually dragging you down to rest on it and straddle it as it continues to expand, Happosai showing no signs of stopping. \n\nThough it doesn't feel like his cock or balls are getting any bigger, he just keeps making more and more cum, flooding you, your belly stretching beyond all human reason as you gradually rise up. Your tits swell more slowly than your belly, always smaller than it but growing bit by bit as well. By the time they're the size of a washer and dryer, they begin gushing thick splashes of milk into the air every time Happosai pumps into you, the added stimulation of them being filled with milk and spurting it out adding intense boobgasms to the climaxes you're already having. 'He has to run out, he has to run out!' you keep chanting silently in the closest thing you can have to a coherent thought, nothing but utterly slutty yowls and moans able to escape your mouth.\n\nBut he doesn't run out, he just keeps pumping more into you, raising you up higher and higher on your cumbelly as it expands over the ground, rocks pressing into it and doing little more than driving you to overlapping orgasms as they press against the magically pleasurable cum flooding your body. Soon your bloated stomach is pressing against the trunks of the trees around the clearing, and at first it's pressed between them, the wood merely indenting your cumballooned belly. But as Happosai fills you with more and more potent tanuki seed, the trees gradually begin to groan, and then to tilt. By the time your belly grows to the size of the house, a number of them crack and give up the ghost, toppling over and letting your cumbelly spill out to press against more trees, the feeling of the trunks breaking under the pressure of your jizz-expanded body making you jut your tongue out and quiver with a fresh round of mind-blasting orgasms. \n\nThe trees break more and more easily as your cumbelly gets larger and larger, raising you up higher above the treeline bit by bit. Happosai is cumming volumes that would be more adequately conveyed by tanker trucks now, and so are your tits, your gushes of milk spraying out to almost literally rain down over the rest of the forest in a spray of white. The flattened part of your belly spreads wider and wider, crunching more trees below it as it spreads out, covering over rocks, boulders, and you think crushing a few cabins to judge by the feel of the orgasms that rush over you as your belly overcomes certain obstacles. You've long since given up thinking that Happosai will run out, especially as the clouds draw ever nearer to you.\n\nBy the time Happosai finally stops thrusting, your taut, wobbly cumbelly is of a size that you could easily meet the geological standards for a mountain... absolutely no question of being a hill. Your tits are easily each the size of a ski chalet built on said mountain, nipples the size of cars dribbling a steady supply of gallons of milk that runs down the curve of your belly, which is practically all you can see in front of you, save a bit of trees and the slightly distant outline of a few actual mountains. Happosai cackles as he shimmies his hips. "Well there you go, Ranma! Was I almost out, do you think?" Your only response is a bit of a gurgle as he gives your ass a slap on the right cheek. "There! A magical enchantment to keep you from absorbing it like you did before!" You grunt as he gives your other buttock a slap. "And another, to make sure that not a single drop of cum ever escapes!" He finally pulls his cock out of you and jumps off... only to find himself bouncing like he was on the surface of a trampoline. "Oho?!" he calls, looking over as you gurgle again, teeth clenching and eyes rolling... though your largely taut cumbelly only gives and moves in his general vicinity, you can feel the vibrations passing all through the millions of gallons of cum filling you, setting off more orgasms. Happosai cackles again, this time deliberately bouncing a few times. "Like that, eh?! Well, don't worry, you'll have a long time to enjoy it! Even if you can't enjoy it, that cum is powerfully charged with tanuki magic! I wouldn't be surprised if it keeps you young, dumb, and full of cum... well, forever!"\n\nHe gives a mocking little salute, and a call of "Sayonara, Mount Cumdump!" before disappearing in another puff of smoke.\n\n<hr>\n[[The End.|FRanX5xEnd]]

Honestly, you're kind of just annoyed that common street toughs are trying to hang out in Nerima, they should know better by now. You make your way towards them, calling out an "Oyyyyy," to get their attention as you approach.\n\nApparently several <i>have</i> at least heard why they shouldn't be in this ward, since they start visibly, one stammering out, "Oh no! It's the Big Titty Redheaded Demon of Nerima!"\n\n"Don't use that kind of nickname!" you snarl, immediately snapping out a kick and launching him into the sky.\n\nThe others draw back a bit... then someone behind them starts putting on a show of laughing, and they part to let him through. This one's definitely the more flamboyant sort of tough, probably to make up for being scrawny and a bit short... he has his head mostly shaved, except for two long pieces spiked up and pointing slightly away from each other. His leather jacket is adorned with a bunch of pointy, V-shaped little dangly bits... even his teeth have similar decorations, you notice, as he smirks at you.\n\n"Kukuku... so you think you can come over here and hassle my guys, do you?"\n\n"Look, just clear out, you're bothering people," you reply flatly, shaking your head. Behind you, some of the small crowd that's gathered nods several times in sync.\n\n"Kukuku, if you want us to leave, you'll have to defeat me, the leader, Cutter Kid! But be warned, the only way you'll make me go is by taking part in the fiendishly difficult mystical combat I'm a secret practitioner of!" Smirking, he slowly and dramatically brings out one hand, displaying a gleaming golden bracelet with a clear round stone in it. His eyes flash as he continues, the presentation only slightly ruined by his rather silly voice, "Something far harder, more dangerous, and more complex than any mere combat style!"\n\n"Ehhh?! Really?!" you squeal happily, leaning in with your fists under your chin, eyes sparkling. "What is it, what is it?!"\n\nHe smirks, tilting his head, one eye flashing. "Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon."\n\nYou immediately whirl around and start walking off. "I'm leaving."\n\n"Ehhhh?! H-hey, you can't just go, that's not cool!" Cutter Kid calls, his exclamation taking on a whiny tone. One of his punks leans down and whispers in his ear, making him give an "Ah!" before scrambling to reassume his smirk. "Well, if it's too hard and challenging for you, we ca-"\n\nYou're immediately back in front of him, snatching the bracelet out of his hand and slapping it on your wrist. "Let's do this." You blink a bit as the stone on the bracelet swirls and turns a bright red to match your hair. Wait, is this seriously some magical stuff?\n\n"Now you're bound by the Sacred Trinity Oath!" Cutter Kid announces smugly, puffing out his chest. "If you ever break the sacred covenants of Jan-Ken-Pon by cheating in a match or failing to live up to an agreement made for a match, the gods will punish you! This is the law set down by the Grandmaster!"\n\n"Yeah, whatever, Cuts Himself."\n\n"IT'S CUTTER!"\n\n"Just agree that if I beat you, you and your annoying buddies will leave Nerima and never come back, at least without cleaning up and looking presentable."\n\n"Ha! Fine! But if I win..." He cups his chin, eyes glinting. "Then you have to become our tagalong girl, and do everything an impressionable girl taken with gang members would do!" The rest of the gang immediately starts making lewd finger-grasping gestures and drooling, making you draw back slightly in disgust.\n\n"<i>Terms accepted</i>," a voice says from both your wrist and Cutter's, making you stare down at it. "<i>Match ready.</i>"\n\n"Ha ha ha! You'll never win this, Red! Take this!" Kid Cutter howls exultantly, bringing his fist up. "Jan-Ken-!"\n\n<hr>\n[["-Pon, Paper!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["-Pon, Stone!"|FRanX23x2]]\n\n[["-Pon, fist to the chin."|FRanX23xEnd1]]

Well, the mortal you were made from was something of a gacha addict. "Let's take a gamble on the two of you," you coo, flicking your fingers to send them towards the Meat Forge.\n\nJack screams again as the tentacles seize him, the magical bonds disappearing as he's quickly, efficiently stripped by the otherwise chaotically writhing and twitching tendrils. Without further ado he's stuffed into that quivering, goo-dripping megasnatch, the enormous, fat lips pressing and rubbing around his writhing naked body as he's gradually but smoothly sucked inside. Kevin breaks his shocked silence with a cry of his own as the tendrils start stripping him naked as well as Jack's sliding into the quivering, monstrous pussy up to his ankles. "Wait, no! Cyan, please, don't!"\n\n"Hush now, maybe you'll turn into something lovely!" you say mock-soothingly, before grinning. "Or you'll be some pathetic, mindless servitor demon. The equivalent of a one star on a ten-pull with premium currency. Try not to be that big of a disappointment though, huh?"\n\nPerhaps you've confused him by your odd comparison, because he's distracted enough staring at you that he doesn't notice that it's his turn until he's abruptly shoved forward. The tentacles help stuff and push him inside, more slime dripping over his body as the Forge's vaginal entrance cums around his squirming, writhing form repeatedly, coating him in its thick, hot slime and making it all the easier for him to slip inside. Soon he too disappears, the Meat Engine trembling and pulsating as it works its strange processes on the pair of mortals inside it. Soon each boy slides into one of the bubbling green gestation tank tits, tightly curled up in the fetal position and apparently asleep, simply drifting slowly and unmoving. \n\nThis won't be particularly exciting, so you snag the magic book you were summoned from and settle in to read it, letting your cock and balls shrink and fade away, your pussy now somewhat visible through the open and spread fly of your battered, soaked jeans. Every so often you glance up just to check on the process, and how close the eggs are getting.\n\nOver the next few hours, both boys hug their legs closer to themselves, balling up tightly as a layer of the green liquid thickens over their skins, surrounding them. Bit by bit they grow smaller and smaller as the solidified green goo presses them in tighter and becomes more opaque, blotting out more of their form. Eventually the milky green eggs are almost opaque, showing only faint, dark outlines down in the center. Dark, shiny black begins to creep over the surface of them, spreading out and thickening, until eventually the entire surface is covered. The eggs drift down toward the nipple-apertures, popping out of them neatly and dropping to the floor with a <i>clink</i> like sturdy ceramic, wobbling lightly as you set your book aside and walk over to pick one up. It's a bit larger than your head, completely black but with faint, flickering colored lines constantly moving just below the glossy surface. They're actually quite lovely, you decide, showing off the vast potential they hold. \n\nHm, now, what to do with them, you muse as you walk over to pick up the other one as well, holding them lightly cradled against the sides of your bare tits. Devil Eggs are guesswork as to how fast they hatch... it could be a few more hours, it could be a century. If it winds up being the latter, obviously it would be better to [[set them aside|GGHH]] somewhere out of the way with an alert spell on them to let you know when they hatch. Less likelihood of them generating anything good, you suppose, but the least work. You could [[gestate them yourself|GGHH]]... obviously it would draw on your own energy and require you to keep them inside of you (thus a bit of physical exertion), but the chances of producing something amazing would be much higher. You could also split the difference and [[use some mortals|GGHH]] to gestate the eggs, you suppose.

"Where am I?" you whimper. "This room, where... where is it?"\n\n<b>"The Labyrinth. The Warrens. The Crawl. Whatever cute little name you care to put to it,"</b> Madame answers with another smooth spread of her hands to indicate some sprawling area beyond. <b>"They say that building this park drove the owner mad, and that very well might be. Below it are miles upon miles of passages lined with all manner of rooms, things that no sane theme park owner would have seen a need for. Hallways, pipes, tunnels, oubliettes... why it would take someone with a map stored on a hard drive to navigate them!"</b> There's another of those frightful chuckles as she taps at the side of her head with a soft plastic-on-plastic noise before steepling her fingers again. <b>"And it's all home to us. The original animatronics. Newer 'recruits'. The ragged things we call scrapheaps. And other things. Things like us. Things unlike us. Things that grew out of us, things that were attracted here because of how it is."</b>\n\n"... so when... you said 'it's scary out there'..."\n\n<b>"There are places even I wouldn't go, obviously. And you would certainly have no way of knowing how to get back to the surface, let alone how to avoid where even Madame fears to tread."</b>\n\nYou sink back against the wall somewhat as a bit more of your hope dies.\n\n<b>"Well, don't mope all day. Ask, ask."</b>\n\n<hr>\n[[Who are you?|WilmaFun1x4a]]\n\n[[Where's Tanya?|WilmaFun1x4c]]\n\n[[Why is this place here?|WilmaFun1x4d]]\n\n[[Are you going to kill me?|WilmaFun1x4e]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|WilmaFun1x5]]

"No, don't!" Lauriel yelps as you announce your intent, shifting your grip from her neck to grab her other hand and twist it behind her back with the first, glowing purple bands appearing wrapped around her forearms to hold her in place.\n\n"Oh, but I gotta, 'cause it's gonna be waaaay tighter for me and a lot more humiliating for you," you declare with a smirk, using your hands to spread her asscheeks apart and reveal her vulnerable pucker. "Man, this thing is just completely perfect, not even a little dark or anything. Could it be? Is the smug elf bitch an anal virgin?" You shift your hips, nudging the flared head of your prick up against her asshole, the bulge at the tip pressing just a little bit into her already spit-shined rosebud. "You like having me lick it for you but I'm betting you've never so much stuck a finger in there, have you? Well get ready, you pointy-eared cunt, 'cause this is a lot bigger than a finger!"\n\n"No! Noooohhhhhhhhh," Lauriel protests, the sound trailing off into a strangled noise as you grip her hips and start pushing relentlessly forward. Her eyes roll up and her teeth clench as you force yourself in, her ass spreading around that flare and practically sucking it inside once you've pushed it past her pucker, more and more of the thick purple pole starting to disappear inside her at the same slow, steady pace. "Nnnnhoooohhh fuck, s-stop, stop," she groans, her body shaking. \n\n"Don't worry elfslut, I have this funny feeling you're gonna love every second of me raping this tight bitch-hole," you declare smugly, remembering the strange sense of pleasure you felt licking and sucking the demoness's similar horsecock and how you came when it got hard. Indeed, you can see Lauriel's skin flushing and her cheeks turning red, the color spreading along her ears. Deciding to test it, you give a shove of your hips forward, forcing a good two inches into her once, and the yowl she gives is definitely a pleasured one as much as a dismay.\n\nBy the time you've sank all the way into her your balls wind up pressed up against a sodden mess of a pussy, your former owner's cunt dripping against your sack. Snorting as that reminds you, you reach up to rip off your collar and toss it aside, before grabbing her hips with both hands and starting to fuck Lauriel without mercy. Your thrusts rock her against the bed, jarring her and making her writhe and twist in the midst of them, her skin soon gleaming with sweat as she yowls and whimpers. Her tits rub against the sheets or press against the mattress, until after a few minutes and feeling at least one squeeze of her stretched ass around your prick that you're pretty sure indicated an orgasm, you grab a fistful of her golden hair and yank back on it, forcing her to rear back her head and lift her body, her tits swaying and wobbling beneath her, sweat dripping down them.\n\n"Say it," you snarl into her ear as you lean forward, your own big purple tits pressing to her back as you keep up the relentless assault on her asshole with your throbbing equine prick. "Say it, you domineering cunt, say you love it!"\n\n"... y-yes..." she gasps out between her moans, her bound hands clenching tightly.\n\n"Say it louder, or I'll stop!"\n\n"YES!" she blurts almost instantly, her normally calculatedly beautiful voice ragged and dripping with whorish need. "Yes, fuck, I love it, I love being raped by you, I love you raping my ass, please, please, keep raping my worthless elf bitch ass!"\n\nThat satisfies you... almost. You need a little more, just a little more to properly punish her for what she did to you... if she likes your cock so much, then-!\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll let her enjoy it forever.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[You'll destroy her ass with it.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[You'll give her more of it than she can handle.|MeanLove]]

"Who are you?" you ask, swallowing.\n\n<b>"I told you. I'm Madame. I'm the manager, and I suppose now owner, of Fast Felipe's Futa Puta Funhouse, the gosh-darn-funnest little whorehouse in all the land."</b> As she says this last, her golden lips quirk up just slightly in a mocking grin.\n\nYou stare at her for a long moment, then whisper the question you were afraid to before, when you were still desperately trying to convince yourself this might be just some psycho in a rubber suit and a good audio setup. "... what... are you?"\n\n<b>"Mmm, now there's an interesting question, I'm so glad I decided to have you ask it."</b> Before you can really start wondering if there's some deeper meaning to her phrasing, she continues. <b>"Taken literally, I am an animatronic sex doll. Highly advanced programming for the day, autonomous, capable of walking around on my own and responding to customer requests. It's really rather amazing no one thought to wonder a bit more deeply how it was done, but somehow if you make something look like it's influenced by a cartoon, everyone stops thinking about how it happens."</b> She spreads her hands and curls her fingers a few times in sequence, causing them to make quiet <i>klik-klik-klik-klik</i> noises. <b>"I'm made of plastic, rubber, latex, metal, and a few other things. I have a mouth hole with a voicebox and a tongue, two textured holes to fuck, some nice big squeezeable tits, and this lovely dildo-cock that's just firm enough to jab in a warm hole and give it a good hard fucking while still wobbling around delightfully,"</b> she continues, reaching down to stroke the thick golden shaft, your eyes drawn to the shaky, turgid motion of it as her hand pumps it slowly. <b>"As well as a two gallon reservoir of 'silly goop' that gets pumped and pressurized in my plastic balls so I can give a money shot of whatever size I want."</b>\n\nYou open and close your mouth at such a lewd design for a robot being explained in such a matter-of-fact tone (echoed by innumerable variations on that tone just below the sound of her words), before you bite your lower lip for a moment. Then you manage to ask, "But that's... not all?"\n\n<b>"You mean, of course, 'Why do I walk around on my own without orders, say things I haven't been programmed to, why do I rape cute little trespassing bitches'?"</b> There's another soft, terrifying chuckle before she continues. <b>"Oh, there were many theories. Early on when the park employees first observed odd behavior, they attributed it to little programming glitches. Quirks in the lines of code, minute flaws in the OS, the illusion of free action from nothing but a system error that the impressionable tried to humanize. As the park failed, as the behavior showed up in other animatronics in Fast Felipe's restaurants around the nation, any number of rumors sprang up. That the old madman who'd made us had put the programming in all along out of his perversions, to see what would happen. That we'd had lines of code slipped in by terrorists or hackers or terrorist hackers. That we were possessed by the ghosts of children and other customers killed by bad tacos or dangerous rides. Why, there were those who said we'd been possessed by Satan himself!"</b> she adds in a delighted tone.\n\n"... and you actually are...?" you prompt softly, since she seems to be waiting for you to.\n\nShe leans forward slowly, chin over her once more steepled fingers, and despite the blank expanse of gold plastic behind the empty eyes of the theater mask, you get the sense of glittering orbs boring into your soul as her mouth curls up in a wide smirk, with the barest flash of white plastic teeth as perfectly-shaped as tombstones. <b><i>"Something else."</i></b>\n\nThe cold shock of liquid fear those two simple words drop into your stomach leaves you trembling, and unable to even consider asking for a more thorough explanation.\n\n<hr>\n[[Where is this?|WilmaFun1x4b]]\n\n[[Where's Tanya?|WilmaFun1x4c]]\n\n[[Why is this place here?|WilmaFun1x4d]]\n\n[[Are you going to kill me?|WilmaFun1x4e]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|WilmaFun1x5]]

"Why a whorehouse?" you blurt. Perhaps not the most pressing, relevant question considering your precarious survival, but you suddenly find that you can't stop thinking about it. "It's a children's amusement park, isn't it? Why make a whorehouse? Why staff it with hermaphrodite animatronics?"\n\n<b>"Heh. The old man had an odd idea of 'fun for the whole family', let's say that. He was already a little unhinged when he started building this place, and his idea of making sure there were things that would be fun for the adults was already a bit separated from what's considered socially proper even before any of us began to act up."</b> Madame shrugs expansively. <b>"I'm sure he simply considered it a very efficient way of making sure that we could take care of any guest. Tits, ass, pussy, cock, something for everyone, no? The fact that it might seem inappropriate or that someone might mind something they didn't like being included with something that they liked probably didn't even occur to him."</b>\n\n"So you were there to service the parents while, what, their kids ran around the park unsupervised?" The sheer audacity has you dumbfounded for a moment, even considering the situation.\n\n<b>"Mm, sort of easy to see why we closed, isn't it?"</b>\n\n<hr>\n[[Who are you?|WilmaFun1x4a]]\n\n[[Where is this?|WilmaFun1x4b]]\n\n[[Where's Tanya?|WilmaFun1x4c]]\n\n[[Are you going to kill me?|WilmaFun1x4e]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|WilmaFun1x5]]

"Are you..." A few more tears slip down your cheeks. "Are you going to kill me?"\n\n<b>"Maybe. Maybe not."</b> As you start to cry softly, Madame just smiles wider. <b>"The thing is, I don't quite know myself, you see. Oh certainly, you could do something to make me go after you directly, but I'm not currently planning on it. The odd thing is... if something kills you down here, it's probably me. Even if it isn't me."</b>\n\n"I... I don't understand," you sob, your whole body shaking.\n\n<b>"Oh well, you see, dear, I'm Madame. But I'm also</b> <span style="color:#0000ff;">Boomer the dawg, ya&#39;ll</span>," she suddenly says, her lips moving in easy rolling motions as she drawls out the words in a twangy, masculine voice, her own having faded into the chorus of echoes. "<span style="color:#ffd700;"><span style="background-color:#000000;">I&#39;m Chichi Chalupa!</span></span>" she continues, head bobbling side-to-side a little as she speaks in a high, chirpy voice. "<span style="color:#ff0000;">I&#39;m Fast Felipe, si.</span> <u><span style="color:#4b0082;">BEEFY FAJEETA!</span></u> <span style="color:#ee82ee;">Hoity Toity Horse</span>, <span style="background-color:#d3d3d3;">Vilhelm Vulf</span>, <span style="color:#008000;">Cindy Snake</span>, <span style='color:#FF0000;'>a</span><span style='color:#FF1C00;'>n</span><span style='color:#FF3900;'>d</span> <span style='color:#FF7300;'>e</span><span style='color:#FF9000;'>v</span><span style='color:#FFAD00;'>e</span><span style='color:#FFCA00;'>r</span><span style='color:#FFE600;'>y</span> <span style='color:#DDFF00;'>s</span><span style='color:#C0FF00;'>i</span><span style='color:#A3FF00;'>n</span><span style='color:#86FF00;'>g</span><span style='color:#69FF00;'>l</span><span style='color:#4CFF00;'>e</span> <span style='color:#13FF00;'>b</span><span style='color:#00FF09;'>i</span><span style='color:#00FF26;'>g</span><span style='color:#00FF43;'>-</span><span style='color:#00FF60;'>d</span><span style='color:#00FF7D;'>i</span><span style='color:#00FF99;'>l</span><span style='color:#00FFB6;'>d</span><span style='color:#00FFD3;'>o</span><span style='color:#00FFF0;'>e</span><span style='color:#00F0FF;'>d</span> <span style='color:#00B6FF;'>s</span><span style='color:#0099FF;'>l</span><span style='color:#007DFF;'>u</span><span style='color:#0060FF;'>t</span><span style='color:#0043FF;'>b</span><span style='color:#0026FF;'>o</span><span style='color:#0009FF;'>t</span> <span style='color:#3000FF;'>i</span><span style='color:#4C00FF;'>n</span> <span style='color:#8600FF;'>t</span><span style='color:#A300FF;'>h</span><span style='color:#C000FF;'>e</span> <span style='color:#FA00FF;'>l</span><span style='color:#FF00E6;'>a</span><span style='color:#FF00CA;'>b</span><span style='color:#FF00AD;'>y</span><span style='color:#FF0090;'>r</span><span style='color:#FF0073;'>i</span><span style='color:#FF0056;'>n</span><span style='color:#FF0039;'>t</span><span style='color:#FF001C;'>h</span>," she concludes, the echoing multitude of voices actually growing louder in large part until it fills the room.\n\nIt stares at you eyelessly as you shake and try to dig your fingers into the door for purchase, lips slowly curling up in a smirk. <b>"I'm all of them. But they're not me... except for the parts that are. I don't always tell them what to do, but I still do it. So you see, my dear... I might very well kill you down here. And yet, I might have nothing to do with it at the exact same time."</b> She leans forward some, reaching up a hand to cover the Tragedy side of her mask, leaving only the crescent moon smile visible. <b>"Isn't it ironic? Well. Probably not by a terribly strict definition of the word,"</b> she allows as she sits back. <b>"But a lot of words don't take into account things like me."</b>\n\n<hr>\n[[Who are you?|WilmaFun1x4a]]\n\n[[Where is this?|WilmaFun1x4b]]\n\n[[Where's Tanya?|WilmaFun1x4c]]\n\n[[Why is this place here?|WilmaFun1x4d]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|WilmaFun1x5]]

Obviously you can't come all the way to an alien planet and not go to the cantina, right? ... Well okay it probably won't be like that, also you hope no one decides to pick a fight by pointing out how many systems they have the death sentence in, you don't have a convenient old man to laser sword his hand off.\n\nYou wander around for a little while, mostly enjoying the ambiance of the city and getting used to the fact that you really are on an alien world, and slated to go to <strike>Starfleet</i> Space Ranger Academy... now that you've taken some modicum of control over the situation you find yourself much more positive about the whole idea. But eventually you spot what looks like a bar, to judge by all the motorcycle-shaped things parked outside of it and the glass-shaped glowing lights on the outside of the building. No one tries to stop you as you step inside, finding the interior dim and a little smoky, the scent a bit more like incense than tobacco. It's a fairly sizeable bar, by the looks of things, sprawling with several little ups and downs and even a smallish dancefloor made up of flashing light panels. \n\nThe diversity of different types of people is somehow both greater and muted in here... but it looks like this isn't a casual sort of bar where businessmen come for a quick drink on the way home, at least if you had to guess. You make your way towards the bar, finding a place to stand at it, then looking at the text scrolling across the surface... interestingly enough, it looks like English, but you have no idea what any of it is anyway. Perhaps noticing your confusion, the nearest bartender, a heavyset guy with ash-grey skin grunts and gestures to part of it that's not lit up and has the vague glowing outline of a hand on it. A little tentatively, you rest your hand in the outline, which flickers through a few colors before the bartop starts displaying a much shorter list, which includes ABVs. Ah, apparently they're set up to know what your biology can take.\n\nYou glance around a little between looking the list over. You do notice that there seems to be a very boisterous and brightly-clad individual [[buying people drinks|GGSR]]... maybe you could try to get in on that rather than spending your limited funds. Or you could just order something [[light|GGSR13x2]] and draw this out, you do have three days to kill. Or maybe order something [[strange|GGSR]], you do notice that some of the drinks have asterisks that note 'May have odd effects on your biology'. Or just something [[non-alcoholic|GGSR]] and just hang out taking in the ambiance, such as it is.

You step forward towards the group, various of the eyes that had been fixated on the trio swiveling a bit to look at you as you apparently join in on the scene. "Whoa, whoa, time out, guys," you say, the blonde immediately looking immensely relieved.\n\n"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" the brown-skinned woman and the furry both snap in perfect unison.\n\n'If this were an anime, here's where I'd think "Boy, they get along well",' you muse to yourself, before saying out loud, "Yeah, my name's Cyan, hi, how's it going?"\n\n"It was going fine until this bitch started throwing a tantrum," the red-eyed alien says, thumbing at the doglike one.\n\n"RACIST! Raci-!"\n\n"Okay, okay, let's all breathe a little before this gets completely out of hand, yeah?" you suggest. "I mean, none of us wants to do anything that screws up going to the Academy for us, right?"\n\nThat makes the two angry parties start a little, and you notice them exchange a somewhat guilty glance with each other before looking back at you. "Ah, you're in the Academy too? Where's your uniform?"\n\n"Long story. But yeah, let's just say I'm highly motivated not to get kicked out. Which is why I'd appreciate it if you didn't start something I'd get involved in. And your friend looks like she'd appreciate that too, yeah?"\n\nThe Husky-woman glances guiltily at the blonde, before murmuring, "Sorry, Shiara."\n\n"Eh, I didn't wanna start anything," the other party says. "I just wanted to tell the Hoelf what nice tits she had, that's all."\n\nThe doglike alien bristles again (literally), before Shiara puts a hand on her shoulder. "She's a Bluntok, Gaio, she didn't mean anything by it."\n\n"Eh? That's a-" Gaio blinks a few times, then huffs and hangs her head. "So when you called me a bitch-"\n\n"It was 'cause you called me one first, fuckin' duh."\n\n"How about we all sit down and talk this out, huh?" you suggest, gesturing to an unoccupied table nearby. "Instead of leaving with any hurt feelings."\n\nAs the four of you make your way to the table, the red-eyed woman falls into step beside you. "Hey. Name's Telit. I appreciate you steppin' in and gettin' us backed down like that, I had a real hard time actually makin' it through the tests to get into the Academy. I don't wanna fuck it up before the semester even starts."\n\n"Is 'nice tits' really how you greet someone on your world?" you ask, unable to keep the amusement out of your voice.\n\n"I mean, if they are nice. Yours ain't bad either, though actually I like your hips more, they look really grabbable," she replies just so naturally that you kind of have to take her at her word, though you're left a little unsure how to actually process that.\n\nAnd so you get to know Shiara the Hoelf, Gaio the Zyberian, and Telit the Bluntok. You get the feeling that if all of you continue to associate, that's unlikely to be the last argument between Gaio and Telit that you have to stop... they're just too much alike. While Gaio isn't as, well, blunt as Telit is, she does seem to have a tendency to blurt out whatever comes to mind whenever it seems to, talking a lot and at times rather loudly. Telit meanwhile is a good example of #nofilter, just saying whatever she wants to say, whether it's good, bad, or crude. Shiara seems fairly cheerful and pleasant once the argument has obviously been settled, nice without being overly bubbly, a little naive without being a complete innocent... she is, floppy ears and huge tits aside, the most normal person you've met since all of this started.\n\nEventually it's time to leave, and Shiara and Gaio offer to let you sleep on the couch in their hotel room, which you accept after a brief consideration. The four of you have made enough inroads into resolving the previous issues that before separating, you agree to meet up the next day for more of the typical 'last days before school' activities that Cadets apparently partake of on the city. And so you spend the next two days taking in the sights, visiting various tourist traps, listening to Gaio and Telit alternatively bicker and (seemingly without noticing it) also get along like gangbusters, and listening to Shiara's various useful tips about getting around in various places like the city.\n\nThe four of you ride the transport over to the Academy together on the appointed day. It apparently has an entire, very large island all to itself, with a number of facilities and training environments on it. Your transport lands outside of the 'Main Muster', which is apparently where events like this and graduation are held, to judge by the size of the field, the screens, and the stage. Almost every other cadet here is in uniform, so you can't help but feel yourself sticking out as you line up with everyone else to listen to the officer on stage drone on a bit about the proud tradition you're joining and the expectations on you thereof. Afterwards you're told to report to an office in the main admin building to meet your commanding officer, which apparently you already have.\n\nWaiting on the bench outside for the appointed time, you watch several other people go in, come out, wait, and so on. Shiara even goes in ahead of you, giving you a smile and a finger-wave as she passes. Eventually the clock shows it's your appointment time and you stand up to knock, waiting for the call of 'Enter' to walk in.\n\nYou're a little surprised by the person sitting behind the desk. For one thing, he doesn't look particularly old, maybe only twenty or so. For another, you can't actually spot anything that marks him as an alien... he looks as human as you do, with plain, slightly tousled brown hair, hazel eyes with light bags under them, and faintly tan skin. He looks up from the tablet he's holding as you close the door behind you. "Cadet LaChance, I'm Captain Hernandez. For the next three years I'll be your commanding officer, barring unforeseen circumstances. Think of me somewhere between the principal and the guidance counselor. While you'll attend a number of classes with different teachers, for you I am both the primary authority and in charge of guiding and shaping the beginning of your career. You have a say, but I have the final say. Understood?"\n\n"Yes, sir," you answer, since it seems the thing to say, and because you're pretty sure you do in fact understand.\n\n"Now obviously I won't chastise you for being out of uniform, since I'm aware of your unique circumstances. Your uniform is waiting for you in your dorm room, which you'll be sharing with Cadets Shiara Boinstar, Gaio Hhawu, and Telit Lykytyz." At your blink, he smiles a little. "Yes, we're aware of your association. You were under a bit of extra scrutiny, considering, but I also happened to be in that bar at the time. I was very impressed with how you handled things, and I'll be looking forward to seeing more of the qualities you displayed that day. Despite the circumstances of your arrival, I think you have a future here. Your dorm assignment and orientation materials," he adds, holding the tablet out to you. "Dismissed, Cadet."\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Ask him if he's from Earth.|GGSR]]

You find something that seems to be slightly less alcoholic than a standard beer back on Earth, at least as far as you recall such things. The bartender picks up a 'dispenser gun' and pours a stream of faintly glowing, mostly translucent blue-ish fluid into a pint glass and sets it in front of you, leaving you staring for a moment before obeying his grunted nudgings to tap the card Edwina gave you on the hand-scanner portion of the bar before you pick it up and take a sip.\n\n'Tastes like a pineapple fucked a blueberry and they hired a lemon as the nanny,' you think with a wrinkle of the nose, not entirely sure whether that's an awesome thing or a disgusting thing. You can't even make up your mind on the second or third sip, so you decide to do some walking around. Maybe you'll decide if you love it or hate it depending on how the light hits it, who knows. So you wander around the bar a little, still sipping at the odd glowing beer(?) as you try not to be too obvious about treating the patrons like scenery.\n\nThough most people are keeping to themselves and speaking quietly, keeping the background noise at a constant low murmur beneath the sound of the rather synthwave-ish music, as you're walking along you do hear raised voices. Unable to help feeling a little curious, you head towards the sound of the argument.\n\n"Apologize or I'll have your hands off, bitch!"\n\n"I didn't do anything wrong! If anyone here's the bitch, <i>you're</i> the bitch!"\n\n"Racist! Racist, I'll have you up on charges of racism!"\n\n"Please... please, both of you..."\n\nThe trio of people does seem to have drawn a fair bit of attention from other patrons as well as you, but everyone else is staying well back. All three are wearing the same bodysuits... actually, from the color scheme and styling, you're fairly certain they must be Space Ranger Cadets too, since none of them look that much older than you. The two primary arguers seem to be a woman whose coloration reminds you of that 'Ydoncha' person who stunned you when you pulled your gun on the ass who kidnapped you, though her skin and hair are the deep brown, almost black of extremely dark chocolate, while her eyes are glowing a pale red, the same for the glimpses of the inside of her mouth, and a somewhat shorter, more slight woman who reminds you of, well, a Husky, complete with white and black patterned fur (including her shoulder-length hair), pointy ears, blue eyes, and the faintest hint of a muzzle to the shape of her nose and mouth. The third is a bit behind the furry woman, a tall blonde woman who looks like nothing so much as an elf with large, rather floppy ears... and truly huge tits, each one easily bigger than your head, no contest. She's holding her hands up in a way that looks like she's not sure whether she's trying to placate both of them or preparing to grab the canine-like woman and hold her back.\n\n"You can't talk to Shiara like that! You can't just, just, say things like that!" the furry woman snarls, looking like she's veritably trembling with rage. She's obviously just barely holding herself back from doing something physical.\n\n"I just said she had nice tits, what's the big deal?! Are you mad I didn't say it to you too?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Shitlordiness?! You won't stand for it!|GGSR]]\n\n[[Whoa, let's try to talk this situation down.|GGSR13x3]]\n\n[[Stay out of it.|GGSR]]

You wake up in the hospital, one of the only casualties of the City Guard's battle with Model Kit's latest creation. The doctors inform you that with the severe damage to your back and legs, it's highly unlikely your body will ever heal properly and even more unlikely that you'll ever walk again. He actually starts to suggest that amputation would be the wisest course before your dad punches him in the face. It's the most emotion he's ever shown over you and part of the reason you're crying at that point.\n\nMolly visits and spends a long time with her face buried in your bed crying. She keeps saying it's her fault, she should have stayed with you or she should have been there, but you do your best to convince her that it's not at all her fault. It's hard to try and make someone else feel better when you feel so miserable yourself, but she's your friend and in pain. And it's really not her fault, she couldn't have had any way of knowing. Instead you stew over whose fault it really is in your mind, brooding on it just a little bit. You think you're entitled.\n\nAt the end of the day, though, your parents have to leave for their hotel room, Molly has to leave to go home, and you're left with nothing but your ruined lower body and your thoughts.\n\nOne night as you sit up sleeplessly, staring down at your heavily wrapped and splinted legs under the sheets, there's a quiet rushing noise. You look up, then stare at the blue and gold clad form at the foot of your bed. The City Guard's silver cape flutters out to the side a bit in a breeze from the open window. You have to admit that, even with everything that's happened, you're a little awed to be in his presence. This is a man that can fly faster than the speed of sound, tank shells flatten harmlessly against his skin, who can lift floundering boats out of the water one-handed. \n\n"Samantha, I'm so, so sorry." His strong voice is cast softly, guilt and regret shadowing his face and haunting his eyes. "I did my best to protect you, and it wasn't enough."\n\nYou clench your jaw a bit and look down at the mounds in the covers. There's just too many emotions raging around inside you for you to be able to say anything to that.\n\n"I know I've failed you," he continues after a few moments. "Can you ever forgive me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Forgive him.|FemPalladium1x4]]\n\n[[Never!|FemPalVStart]]

You become convinced the whole thing was some weird hunger-induced hallucination. In fact after a time you've pretty much forgotten it.\n\nYou spend several years on the streets, drifting around, not sure of what to do. You eventually get into a halfway house where a helpful social worker helps you study for and get your GED. You attend trade school and wind up able to do some basic computer repairs. You develop a bit of a passion for working out and develop a fairly nice body, but you just never feel that excited about much of anything, including relationships.\n\nYou eventually discover shemale porn, and for awhile that kind of gets you off, even though most of it is with guys, and the shemales usually have mostly soft, shriveled peckers. But then you discover 4chan and /d/, and from there numerous other sites featuring big-dicked shemales fucking cute girls. While most peoples' fetishes broaden over time, yours narrow... you find you can really only get off to images of muscular, tan shemales fucking pretty blonde girls. At least once you discover the world of commissioning artwork you can get plenty more of your preferred material.\n\nStill, even though it gets you off, you always feel sort of empty. You never really develop a relationship or go very far in life. It seems you're about as happy as you can get doing a basic job, working out, and fapping to your fetish. Still, sometimes your dreams are haunted by sparkling blue eyes that dull over with sadness.\n\n<b>Shemale Barbarian</b> end - <i>An ordinary life full of longing</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[This makes me sad. Let me go back and choose Amanda!|ShemaleBarbarian3x10]]\n\n[[I liked being a shemale barbarian, let me do that over!|ShemaleBarbarianStart]]\n\n[[Let's start over from character generation!|CharGenMain]]

Well, you're here in the city, may as well go out and take a look at it. You snag the key Molly left you but don't bother with the map... you just want to wander around for awhile, and if you need to find your way back, your phone has GPS. Tucking the key and your wallet into your jeans pocket, you head out the door and lock up behind yourself, wandering off down the sidewalk.\n\nOne of the things that strikes you is how <i>clean</i> everything is. Even as you get away from the residential area and into a more obviously 'downtown' sort of place, there's not even any litter on the sidewalks. You're starting to wonder if they just have really harsh anti-litter laws when you notice people on the street in front of you shuffling out of the way as if on reflex, a beeping noise coming from the ground. The beeping stops at your feet, and there's a somehow inquisitive-sounding electronic tone. You glance down and see a thing resembling a Rhoomba stopped at your feet, a little blinking red light on one side of it. Startled, you hop out of the way, and it beeps gratefully, the light turning green as it continues on. Near a Snickers wrapper someone apparently dropped, it stops, its light turning yellow as a thin little mechanical arm pokes out and grabs it, the whole top of the robot opening like a trashcan lid so it can place the wrapper inside before continuing on.\n\n"Man, what a place," you murmur, shaking your head as you continue on. You start to wonder what other strange things you're likely to see today, when the ground quakes under your feet. "Oh, c'mon, I didn't even say it <i>out loud</i>!"\n\nPeople are already screaming and swarming away from the streets, stampeding in every which direction. Trying to avoid getting trampled, you back up and press your back to the wall, wondering if it's an earthquake. Then your eyes widen as you see an absolutely enormous mechanical contraption stomp its way around the corner. It looks like someone enlarged a model robot of a Gundam but didn't paint it or finish the limbs, the body and head sleekly-designed but plain metal, its limbs skeletal and full of visible wiring and mechanisms. It swings its fist at the flying form of a muscular man in a blue and gold bodysuit and a billowing silver cape. You gawk in sheer amazement... the City Guard is real!\n\nHe ducks and weaves through the air as the robot takes relatively clumsy swings at him, then finally grabs one of its fists and gives a wrenching yank, pulling the whole limb off. He whirls and slams the robot upside the head with its own severed arm, making it stumble, before hurling the robot arm into the sky. But it's almost as if the earlier clumsiness had been a ploy, and the robot's remaining arm strikes at him blurringly fast, sending him hurtling backwards and smashing into the building above your head.\n\nThe impact tremor makes you fall to the ground, and you look up in terror to see hundreds of tons of brick and stone hurtling down towards you. At the last possible moment a blue and gold shadow falls across your upper body. Then you feel something slam against your lower half and let out a scream of pure pain and terror before passing out.\n\n<hr>\n[[The aftermath.|FemPalladium1x3]]

"I dunno, I guess I'd like a family that's... y'know, sort of stand-out, like not just some people who live together, people that are... well, I guess I kind of don't want just a family, but like a <i>super</i> family, y'know?" you answer with a little shrug.\n\n"A <i>super</i> family, hm?" Santa says in that weird jolly-solemn way that really good mall Santas have perfected, raising a gloved hand to dramatically rub his chin. "Well! Santa thinks he can take care of that! Now, why don't you go with this nice elf here, and he'll help you out with getting to your new family!"\n\nYou're a little leery that you're just going to be led away to a security guard who's going to call the cops on you or something, but suddenly you feel a little too tired to really try and run out. You somewhat mechanically follow the short man back into a Christmas-themed office, sort of resigning yourself as he hops into a chair behind a green and red computer and starts typing away. Then you blink as he hands you an envelope. "What's this?"\n\n"Your plane tickets and travel ID! Please head through that door there, a car will take you to the airport! Merry Christmas!"\n\nYou open and close your mouth a few times... then just nod and head out through the indicated door, numbly climbing into the back of the waiting car, which almost immediately takes off. You open the envelope and find that it does in fact have plane tickets in it, and a passport, with your picture and the name 'Eric Amazing' in it. ... Hunh.\n\nYou keep expecting things to take a 'lol tricked you' turn and for the police to spring out and drag you back to your old home, but about halfway through the flight over the ocean in your first-class seat you kinda-sorta start to get the sense that maybe this is actually happening. You're really going to a new home?! Somehow a theme park Santa got you adopted just like that?! This can't be legit... but it certainly seems to be! At least that's your feeling after eating several surprisingly good meals on the flight over, sleeping, and waking up to find that you're landing. There's even a driver at the airport with 'Eric Amazing' on his board, driving an even fancier car than the last one to drive you downtown. You're not sure you're actually in London, but you're definitely somewhere in Britain. Wow.\n\nYou're directed to head into a fairly tall skyscraper and hit the penthouse button. When the doors open, you step out to be greeted with a literal cheer (of varying levels of enthusiasm) from the three people waiting. One's a middle-aged man, very regal-looking with grey at the temples of his short, businesslike styled brown hair, wearing a tweed suit. Another (the most enthusiastic cheer-er) is a somewhat younger woman with long, thick, wavy auburn hair, small round glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, a cream-colored sweater with black skirt and hose, and... wow, those are <i>big</i> boobs, each one looks about the size of your head! The other person (and least enthusiastic cheer-er) is a girl who looks like she's about nineteen or twenty, and like a sleeker, slightly taller version of the other woman, but with straight brown hair with a streak of purple in it, the back pulled into a ponytail with two falls of it framing her face, wearing jeans and a snug purple long-sleeved shirt. (She's also got a big chest, but more standard-big, not "holy wow" big.) \n\n"Welcome home, Eric!" the man declares in a warm, strong voice, stepping forward to rest a hand on your shoulder. "I'm your new father, Sir Rupert Amazing. This is your new mother, Lady Hazel..."\n\n"It's so nice to meet you!" the auburn-haired woman declares, stepping forward to hug you tightly and smooshing your face into her boobs, leaving you squirming and not sure how to react other than a murmured 'Thanks?'\n\n"And this is your new sister, Elaine," Sir Rupert continues.\n\n"Hey," she says, not unkindly necessarily, but without much enthusiasm, raising a hand in a little wave.\n\n"We've been really hoping to adopt another child for some time," Hazel says as she takes a step back, smiling brightly at you as she rests her hands on your upper arms. "But, well, for certain reasons it had to be a somewhat unique child, so we looked into very particular avenues of adoption."\n\n"And that's how you came to us. Now, Eric, we've got some things planned as a welcome celebration, among them showing you around and your room, but before that, there's something we must adress." Sir Rupert looks solemn as he slips a pipe out of his jacket pocket and shifts it a bit in his fingers. "Trust is extremely important in this family. You have to be willing to share a great deal and not hide things from one another. Now, we have no intention of turning you away or chastising you if you feel you cannot share that level of trust with us right away, but it's still important to ask... can you do that? Can you tell us everything, so that you can receive that trust in return?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You can.|RunFF1x1]]\n\n[[You can't.|RunFF]]

Hunh. Well, the "R Position" job sounds like it's the least work... obviously, it's the least pay too, but you're more looking for a roof over your head and meals in your belly than you are to fill a bank account. And they'll guarantee that for two whole years? Heck, at that point you could go out and apply for normal jobs, and you'd have ten thousand bucks in the bank to start a new life with, long after anyone from your old one would have stopped looking for you. Sounds about perfect! You quickly check the box next to 'R Position' and proffer the sheet and pen back to the elf. It takes him a moment to notice, and he sets aside his comic with bad grace and sits up to take them.\n\nHe does perk up a little bit when he sees your selection. "Oh, good. Been waitin' on someone to take that position for months, it was gettin' on into the year and we were worryin' no one would take it. Glad t'have ya aboard, junior." He leans over the table to offer his hand, and you give it a shake, feeling a bit of warmth already at the praise. He hops down from his chair and sets off towards one of the buildings, and you follow after him quickly. Passing through the candy-striped door, the two of you walk through hallways that are bustling with more elves, both of the short, scowly male variety and the tall buxom female variety. Eventually a much more deserted hallway leads to a large interior that looks like a barn or stable of some sort, with long rows of fairly sizeable stalls. You look at the elf leading you curiously, but he just walks blithely ahead, not even checking to see if you're following. He shows you all the way to the end of the rows, then gestures to an open stall. You peer in, finding it empty, save for the accoutrements. There's a thick layer of straw on the floor, a wooden stool, and... a television stand with a TV on it? There's also a bookshelf, though it doesn't have anything in it. Is it some sort of... theme motel room?\n\n"Well, go on. Get inside," the elf encourages brusquely. You stare at him for a moment, but lacking anything better to do, you step into the stall and take a longer look around at the fittings. The elf steps away for a minute or so, then returns with a large metal bowl of... it looks like hay or something, with sugar crystals dotted all over it. "You'll wanna eat alla this," he grunts out as he sets it down. "And probably wanna take those clothes off, first. I'll come check on ya in a few hours." And with that, he swings the stall door closed and walks off, presumably to return to manning the employment booth.\n\nA little stunned, you just stare at the stall door... which is fairly easy to see through, since it's just some crossed wooden boards and whatnot... and then down at the bowl. Get naked? Eat <i>hay</i>? Okay, you can believe they got you to play a reindeer or whatever, but shouldn't that involve putting on a big silly costume, not getting naked and eating hay? Is this some sort of method acting encouragement? Who would actually do that?\n\nOn the other hand, you're apparently bound by contract now, and you do need this job to have somewhere to stay and some... well, some<i>thing</i> to eat...\n\n<hr>\n[[Strip, then eat the hay.|XDeer1x2]]\n\n[[No way, just take a seat and wait for that guy to come back.|XDeerplaceholder]]

"I think..." You begin, then hesitate briefly before firming your resolve and standing up. "I mean, I'm going to just go tell Tanya that she should leave us alone."\n\nKevin's jaw actually drops. He's not nearly as intimidated by his sister as most people are, but he does maintain a healthy fear of her, and he knows you have a probably more than healthy one. The combination of anyone announcing that they're going to tell Tanya to do anything and the fact that it's <i>you</i> apparently has him rather flabbergasted. "Er... I... wait, I don't think I heard you right, man, you-"\n\n"I'm just gonna tell Tanya that we're planning on doing stuff because it's my birthday and she should stay out of our way," you repeat, squaring your shoulders up a bit. "... Y'know, politely," you add. Because it is still you.\n\nWhatever else he thinks, it's clear Kevin is a little impressed, your attractive blonde friend looking up at you with something like admiration. "Uh... shit then, good luck. I mean... you sure you don't want me to come with you?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Take him along.|QOFam]]\n\n[[Go alone.|QOFam1x8]]

Well. Really, what else are you gonna do? You need this job, you literally don't have anywhere else to go. Sighing, you pull off your shirts to reveal your scrawny torso, folding them halfheartedly and tossing them onto one of the shelves. You step out of your sneakers and socks and set those next to the bookshelf, feeling like they're likely to be full of hay should you try to put them back on. You hesitate, eyeing the not very concealing door, but finally you start undoing your jeans, your cheeks burning as you do. You slip your jeans and underwear over your slim hips and lean legs, and give your jeans a similarly halfhearted fold before setting them atop your shirts.\n\nYou stand there naked for a few moments, hands covering your limp cock... though undressing in not-quite-private has started to have some effect, your shaft rising up a little and threatening to go all the way should it get much more stimulation. You do your best to focus your attention on what may be the more difficult of tasks ahead of you... the bowlful of hay. Unlike the dried stuff you're currently standing on, it looks green and smells fresh, even from where you're standing. Picking up the bowl you give it a sniff, realizing that it does indeed smell sweet... you assume from the things that look like sugar crystals all over it. Also, maybe it's just your imagination, but it seems like you can hear a faint tinkling sound like dozens of tiny chimes... probably just because the sugary bits are so bright they seem to sparkle even in the completely normal light of the stable.\n\nShrugging, you move over to the stool and carefully take a seat, almost jumping as your bare ass and balls touch the wood. Dang, that's cold! In fact, you're starting to realize it's really cold in here period, like someone's got the AC cranked way the hell up. Well... at least it's helping keep you from getting that embarrassing stiffy. Settling the bowl in your lap... and again jumping a bit as the cold metal hits your bare thighs... you pick up a small handful, take a deep breath, and stuff it in your mouth.\n\nThe first mouthful is difficult. It's like eating a big bunch of raw bean sprouts in texture, and it's not a whole lot better in flavor, except for the undertaste of something sweet and... tingly? It's almost like the straw is, what, carbonated? Maybe the sugar stuff is actually pop rocks, you muse as you pick up another small handful and chew, finding this one goes down a lot easier. It's nowhere near as bad as you thought, at least, and as you eat you find yourself actually starting to appreciate the flavor of it. Enough that, at first, you don't notice the changes as they start stealing over your body.\n\nAt first they're subtle, your skinny form putting on a very thin layer of padding, but also gaining a bit of lean muscle under that as well, your legs, arms, and torso retaining their slender, youthful look but a bit more athletic and healthy. Next is a bit more fantastic: your peachfuzz body hair starting to get thicker but softer, taking on a darker brown color. At first the only thing you notice is that it's starting to get warmer, but after a few moments you notice the fur covering your hand. You yelp in shock, almost dropping the bowl as you look down at yourself. You're... fuzzy! Most of your body is now covered in a layer of soft brown fur, with a lighter cream color down your chest and inner thighs. You can also feel a building ache in your head, like the worst sinus headache ever starting to come on. What's happening to you?!\n\nEven amidst the panic, you can feel a strong desire to keep eating from the bowl in front of you, your tongue and mouth tingling with the sensation of it. Is that what's doing this to you?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in to the urge to eat.|XDeerplaceholder]]\n\n[[Give in to the urge to panic.|XDeerplaceholder]]

"Fine, let's take a look around the house together," you say with a snicker. "Though with all of us, I think that limits where we can go a little more."\n\n"Yeah, who knows how safe the floors are upstairs, if you get all of us tromping around in one room," Leslie says with a mildly worried frown. "We should stick to the first story."\n\n"Or below," Kev notes cheerfully. "Like, we could go down to the [[basement|GGHH13x2]]!"\n\n"What, where they held the demon summoning... and orgy?" Leslie snorts a little, grinning at him. "Y'know it's not like they're still gonna be having an orgy down there, Kevin."\n\n"Well duh. Besides, that was the least sexy orgy since Eyes Wide Shut," Kev asserts evenly, as if that were a totally normal thing to judge a movie on. "I mean it was filmed in, what, the fifties or something? They couldn't even show anything! And-"\n\n"Alright, alright," you interrupt. "Other than that the places that can probably fit all of us are the [[kitchen|GGHH]], the [[greenhouse|GGHH]], and... what was that other creepy room they passed through at one point?"\n\n"The one with all the [[statues|GGHH25x1]]?" Jack asks. "Yeah, that place is probably there. Think any of the statues still are though?"\n\n"Since they looked like actual stone, I doubt they bothered moving 'em out."\n\n"We can probably look at multiple places, you pick where we go first, Cy," Kev offers up.

You take in a slow, deep breath, then nod once.\n\n"It wasn't your fault," you say, managing to get out what you realized days ago. "If it was anyone's fault, it was Model Kit's. If you didn't care about people, you would have just dropped that robot limb anywhere, or you would have flown right back into the fight with her. You tried your best to protect me, and if you hadn't I'd be dead instead of just..." You trail off, your throat tightening and eyes filling up.\n\nThere's silence for a few moments, then you hear him say, "If I could offer you a chance to be healed... physically, I mean... would you trust me enough to offer you that chance?"\n\nYour head shoots up, and you stare at him with wide eyes. Tears trickling down your cheeks, you nod once again.\n\n"Alright. Here, I'll try to be gentle, but I'm sorry if it hurts." As softly and carefully as a parent picking up a newborn, he scoops you into his arms and is off out the window. You're amazed at how effortless the flight is... you'd expect there to be wind rushing around you and the constant fear of dropping to the ground below. But there's just a gentle rushing sensation and the feel of safety in his arms. You look around at the night sky and the land rushing along beneath you, and for the first time since you were injured, you feel happy.\n\nSomewhere over an immense forest, City Guard descends, what looks like some sort of silo sunk into the ground opening up below him. The two of you drop slowly down a long silver tunnel, with numerous doors and railings along its walls, before settling to the bottom. Something that looks like a high-tech wheelchair rolls up to you and gives a beep, and City Guard sets you carefully into it. Panels slide out of the chair, telescoping out until they completely cover your legs, and you let out a surprised gasp as the pain you'd simply been learning to live with disappears.\n\n"This will begin some rudimentary repairs to your legs," City Guard explains as he begins walking along, passing through a door that whooshes open ahead of you both, the chair you're in following along beside him without guidance. "Unfortunately it can't heal you completely or let you walk again, but it can fix the soft tissue damage and put in place some rudimentary bone splints that will make your treatment easier."\n\n"You'll treat me... here?"\n\n"Yes. There are several options available to you." The two of you enter a room that's packed with equipment as if it were a science fiction studio lot's prop warehouse. "But before we discuss them, I imagine you have some questions."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|FemPalladium1x5]]

"Let's go somewhere, like the mall," you suggest. "I mean if Kevvvva's gotta go shopping anyway we might as well all go together."\n\n"I guess that sounds okay, yeah. Better to just fit in grabbing some new stuff at the mall than wind up going to an actual clothes store," Keva asserts, after giving you a brief odd look at your odd trill of her name due to avoiding calling her Kevin.\n\n"I'm up for it," Maya adds with a nod.\n\nSoon all three of you are entering the air-conditioned sanctuary of the mall's interior, looking around as is the norm as if expecting a plethora of new shops to have materialized overnight. Or maybe that's just you, you're not sure why you always expect a ton of new things at the mall, you just do, it's like it's constantly changing though you can't really remember precisely how.\n\nYou do notice that Maya and Keva seem far more engaged with each other than they ever have been on previous meetings. Hm, kind of makes you wonder if Maya ever felt like you and Kevin were excluding her a bit in those situations? Except, well, both Maya and Keva are also keeping close to you, often looking over and doing their best to engage you too, smiling and obviously enjoying your company. And that's when it hits you... you're the one in charge! You're... you're actually the head of this friend group now! Your incubus abilities have given you the charisma and confidence that you've... well, you actually have control of the situation for the first time in your life! \n\n... Holy crap you actually get to decide what sort of outing this is. Like, you're pretty sure whatever you want to do, you can get the girls to agree! \n\n<hr>\n[[It's a date.|QOFamInc]]\n\n[[It's you picking out their clothes.|QOFamInc]]\n\n[[It's just a normal outing.|QOFamInc]]\n\n[[It's a... hmmmmmmm...|QOFamInc1x3]]

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I should look like a cute slutty girl!" you gasp out, shivering as your eyes roll some. "I want to look like a sweet, weak, slutty little girl so that men will bend me over and slam me with their BIG! FAT! <b>COCKS</b>!" you blurt, Emi obligingly slamming you particularly hard with every word about how you want to be pounded in the ass. \n\n"Mmm, that's what you want, huh? You want to be a naughty little trap?" Emi coos, shifting his hips a bit so that his thrusts rub your cock against the bed even more, making you moan and start working your own hips more eagerly, pressing back against his own thrusts but also rubbing yourself on the sheets. "Wearing pretty little skirts and cute little panties, ready to take any cock that gets hard for you, that it?"\n\n"Nnnnnh, yes, yes, I want so many cooooocks," you whimper into the pillow, shuddering as your own dick twitches at the thought of even more fat pricks slamming into you the way Emi's is, over and over, using you like a slut. As if in reaction to your fantasy, Emi thrusts forward hard, giving a sweet, girlish moan as he empties his balls into your ass, with you answering him with your own increasingly feminine moan in reply as your cock twitches, firing long ropes of cum against your belly and the bedsheets.\n\nAfter a moment Emi giggles and pulls out, and you lay there panting as he does something off to the side. At his nudge you roll over, then blush as you see him holding up a pair of folded thigh-highs and skimpy little pink panties. "I always like to bring spares. But leeet's get you started, hm?"\n\nSoon your legs are sheathed in the stockings, helping lend them a more girlish curve as you hold them up high in the air, the panties pulled to one side but left hugging your balls and the front of your stiff cock as Emi pounds into you again. "Mmmm, yeah, you tooootally have what it takes to be a trap, Jamie," he coos as he watches your face while you moan and gasp out. "You'll look like suuuuch a pretty girl that you'll get soooo many straight guys' dicks hard, and if they even bother to notice the bulge in your panties I bet they won't care anymore, they'll just pound you anyway! I bet you like that, huh, thinking of straight guys' dicks in your slutty little ass?"\n\nThe seeds Emi's planting take root hard, and you give a soft, sweet moan at the thought of some straight married teacher with two kids of his own bending you over a desk at school and slamfucking you until you ahegao. Your cock actually fires a splurt of cum just at that, Emi squealing delightedly as your ass squeezes and clamps around him. He giggles and runs his fingertips over your nipples, urging them to perk up a bit more.\n\n"Mmmhmmmm, we're gonna get you alllll trapped up, don't you worry!"\n\n"Hmmmm. A trap, huh?"\n\nThis last is from Aki sometime later, as he's sitting on the edge of the bed and leaned back a bit on one hand, using the other to flick through his phone. You and Emi, meanwhile, are on your knees between his legs, the two of you working your tongues over the older trap's cock, Emi shamelessly sucking his brother's balls or deepthroating the surprisingly long shaft, and cooingly urging you to do the same before he looks up at Aki. "Don't you think he has potential?"\n\n"I think he dooooes, yeah." Aki grins wickedly as he looks down at you kissing your way up the side of his prick. "He needs a little work, but we can take care of that." He taps the edge of his phone against his lower lip, then points at you. "Okay, Jamie, you want to be a trap?"\n\n"Please," you whimper softly, dragging your tongue up the underside of his shaft before you answer. "I want to look like a sweet, slutty girl so lots of guys will fuck me."\n\n"Well we can do that for sure! Alright, here's the deal. I'll arrange with your brother so that he can convince your parents you're gonna stay with him for a little while at the start of summer. But really Emi and I will pick you up from school and you'll start your trap training. Ah, but this is important..." He points down at you with one elegant finger. "No fucking until then. You've got to prove your resolve if you want to become a proper trap. You don't so much as touch a cock other than your own until we say so. Say 'Yes, Mistress' if you understand," he finishes with a giggle.\n\n<hr>\n[["Yes, Mistress!"|QOBro9x2]]\n\n[["But... cock...!"|QOBro]]

"Yes, Mistress!" you reply eagerly, even as you're sliding your mouth down over Aki's cock and rolling your tongue around the head.\n\n"Mmm, good good. And for being such an agreeable, obedient little student, let me give you one more dicking for the road." Giggling, Aki pulls you up and then hauls you forward, bending you over the bed before sliding behind you and smoothly thrusting into your ass. You squeal happily, wiggling your hips in encouragement as Aki starts pounding into you, your cock twitching beneath you as the trap's smooth balls slap against yours. Being fucked by the trap who's going to teach you to be a slutty little trap yourself is almost as good as imagining seducing straight men, and soon your eyes are rolling in pleasure and your cock is firing long ropes of cum against the side of the bed as Aki fills your ass with his load.\n\nThe next morning you shower and pull on some jeans... over the panties Emi left you... and a shirt, then head out into the main room. Aki and Emi are nowhere to be seen, just Will eating cereal at the table as he peruses his tablet. You get yourself a bowl of cereal and sit down as well, not sure how to start a conversation considering the events of last night.\n\n"So Aki says I'm supposed to convince Mom and Dad you're staying with me while he teaches you to be a 'trap' like him," Will says casually, glancing over.\n\nWell, that's one way. You nibble your bottom lip a bit, then nod. "Y-yeah."\n\n"Heh. I'll believe it when I see it. I mean, no offense, little bro, but Aki and Emi are on a whole other level with looking like girls."\n\nYou pout a little at that. What, doesn't he think you look girly?! ... Wait. ... Oh well. It's true that your "teachers" are kind of amazingly pretty and girl-like. But you have hope for yourself!\n\nThe remainder of your time with Will is largely normal, though several times while you're out he does buy new panties or stockings for you, each time teasing you about how even if you wear them you'll still probably never be on Aki's level, each time making you pout. But then you don't think it will be easy to get ahold of this stuff on your own for awhile, so you'll take what you can get. You return home and do your best to act normal both around your parents and once you're back in school, feeling a bit sad every time you have to change out of your panties and back into briefs because it's a day with gym class. Though after a week or so you're mysteriously excused from gym class, so you switch back to just being mildly worried about some big bully boy finding out that you're wearing a cute little purple satin thong under your jeans... of course worrying about that often turns into a fantasy about said bully boy shoving you to your knees and stuffing a fat, throbbing cock down your throat and feeding you a big load of cum, so it's a very conflicted feeling many days.\n\nAt night you lay in bed, your cock jutting out of your panties as you stroke it with one hand and finger your quivering, eager asshole with the other, whimpering softly as your legs twist, stocking-sheathed toes digging in against the sheets. You wanna get fucked so baaaad! It's so awful of Mistress Aki and Emi to get you hooked on dick and then tell you that you can't have any for months! Maybe... maybe you could cheat, a little, I mean, just one, two, maybe ten dicks pounded into your soft little boy-pussy couldn't upset Mistress <i>too</i> much, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, find some cock!|QOBro]]\n\n[[No, be a good trap-in-training.|QOBro]]

Hm, why not assemble the whole crew? Now that you've had a bit of a bonding activity so that Kevin and Maya aren't only connected by you. As you're messaging them to suggest getting together at Maya's, you consider reminding them that they had sex with each other a fair bit as well as you, but decide not to. Yet. Maybe when the time is right.\n\nSoon all of you are assembled in Maya's bedroom, which does look like she cleaned it up a bit... Kevin's never been here before after all, and thus Keva's glancing around in that way that people do when they're curious about a new space but don't want to look like they're snooping. Both of them seem to be acting pretty normal... if not for Keva's (apparently braless) breasts beneath her T-shirt and the obvious difference of her hips and butt beneath the now slightly ill-fitting jeans, it'd be just like Kevin was here as normal. Well, maybe not identical, she and Maya do seem like they're a bit more open with each other than they were before when they'd interact.\n\n"Yeah, I dunno, maybe I'm losing weight or something 'cause everything fits like crap now," Keva sighs as she plucks at the hips of her jeans. "Guess I've gotta go shopping," she suggests without enthusiasm.\n\n"Not a big fan?" Maya asks drolly, kicking her feet back and forth a little where she's sitting on the side of her bed.\n\n"I mean if it's for something <i>fun</i> but I'm pretty basic in the clothing department, I guess. Boys' section, pants, shirt, some fancier stuff for if there's a party or something, I'm done," Keva declares, swinging her hands apart.\n\nMaya gives you an amused look as if to silently say 'this friggin' tomboy', while you're trying not to laugh. If only she remembered. In any event, now to decide what to do with all three of you together...\n\n<hr>\n[[Time for more fun!|QOFamInc]]\n\n[[Let Keva and Maya have a moment alone. For reasons.|QOFamInc]]\n\n[[Let's all go out.|QOFamInc1x2]]

"Here's a hint," you say with a smirk. "It's both exactly like and completely different than what you're thinking of."\n\n"... Huh?" he says with a blank look, before giving a yip as his bonds suddenly swing him around to face towards the floor, lowering him to the ground and forcing him into a doggy style position. "H-hey lady, I know I usually go around on all fours, but-"\n\n"Butt indeed," you chirp, making him squirm as you run a hand over his skinny ass. Then you toss off your loincloth, revealing the long, thick pole of your prick, quite a bit larger than his own. He must be able to see the reflection in the window because he gives a horrified squeak and starts struggling against the magical bonds holding him. But you grab his waist before he can do too much wriggling, sliding the blunt tip of your dark grey cock up against his bright green pucker, then starting to push in, watching the tight little virgin hole gradually spread around you.\n\n"Nooooo," Beast Boy groans in protest, his cock flagging to half-mast beneath him, even as a drop of pre leaks from the tip and drips onto the floor. But as you keep sliding the thick thing inside him, his cock gradually stiffens back up, jutting below his belly as he makes humiliated little whimpers.\n\n"Mmm, yes, you feel how much bigger I am than you?" you coo at him as you slide all the way in, balls easily twice the size of his pressing against his sack as you grind your hips. You take a moment to pull off the band around your breasts and toss it, baring your nearly-black nipples as the superhero whimpers beneath you. "Just on cock size alone it's clear I'm meant to be the master and you the bitch, don't you think?" you add as you start thrusting, pumping your cock with smooth, deliberate strokes, letting him feel every inch of you that slides in and out of his ass.\n\n"N-no way," he tries to protest, even as he lets out a loud moan of pleasure, his cheeks coloring with shame as he does.\n\n"Don't be silly, boy," you say with a laugh as you begin gradually thrusting harder, making him pant with every breath. "I've already turned you gay with this big fat cock in your little bitch ass, you'd never be able to get off to anything else!" There's a whimper from your victim as he apparently realizes it's true, his cock giving a jump and dribbling more pre onto the floor. His eyes roll up some and his tongue lolls out as you begin pounding faster, your large tits jiggling with the impact of your hips against his, the sound of your hefty grey sack slapping his smaller green one audible throughout the room.\n\nYou can feel him getting close, now's the time to destroy-\n\n<hr>\n[[-his mind.|Rook2x1]]\n\n[[-his masculinity.|Rook1x4]]

Probably best to start from the bottom and work your way up to the true goal, eliminate the worst chances for meddling. Let's see, from what you know of them, the one with the least power when taken by surprise but also the most potential to really throw a monkey wrench into your plans if left until later would be... Beast Boy.\n\nYou slip up the levels and along the hallway, taking a moment to cast small privacy spells on the doors of the other rooms... a very subtle mental effect that means that anything from outside the room simply won't stir their attention. You stop in front of Beast Boy's room and flick your hand towards the security panel, a black glow briefly surrounding it before the door slides open. The green-haired, green-skinned boy is currently listening to music with his earbuds in, dancing around obliviously. At least, until you surround his arms, legs, and throat with your power, the boy giving a yelp as he's yanked into the air and wheeled around to face you, earbuds falling out and away. "H-hey! What the heck are you-" His eyes open wide. "Y-you look like-"\n\n"Yes, quite," you say dryly with a snap of the fingers, Beast Boy giving another yelp as his bodysuit is abruptly ripped away, leaving his body naked, green cock flopping free... then starting to rise as you sashay towards him, his shocked eyes nevertheless fixed on the bounce and sway of your tits, his mouth falling open and a little bit of drool running down his chin. He gives his head a quick shake and refocuses on your face as you smirk at him. "My name is Rook, and my and Raven's father sent me here for revenge."\n\n"Hey, you leave Raven alone!" he snaps, growling and flexing his skinny arms and legs... then looks shocked. "I... I can't change!"\n\n"Oh, you can, just not of your own will. Trust me, I have some changes in mind for you," you reply, red eyes dancing.\n\n"W-what're you gonna do to me?!" he squeaks, though his eyes sneak a glance down towards your tits again. Too bad for him that he hasn't really managed to look lower, since your own cock has gradually been rising up and lifting the flap of your loincloth.\n\n<hr>\n[[Transform him.|Rook3x1]]\n\n[[Fuck him.|Rook1x3]]

Well, Father wouldn't have granted you all these amazing powers if he didn't want you to use them. You smile, your cock giving the faintest stir as you imagine how you can twist the bodies and minds of the little hero team within.\n\nYou carefully slip up to the door and put your hand to the reading pad. Funny thing about being demon offspring, the genes tend to breed truer to the demon half, and the door chirps a quiet 'Good afternoon, Raven' before sliding open to admit you. Cloaking yourself in a concealment spell, you stride through the empty communal area, searching out a terminal you can use to access the security system. Between your own skills and a bit of magic you easily break in (honestly, it's not that hard, you'd think it was easy on purpose to facilitate villains doing this), and check on the locations of the Titans. It looks like Beast Boy, Robin, and Cyborg are all in their own rooms, while Raven and Starfire seem to be meditating (you think) in Starfire's room.\n\nSo, targets acquired. Hm, now how to deal with them...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Start with the boys.|Rook1x2]]\n\n[[Start with the girls.|Rook4x1]]\n\n[[All at once.|Rook]]

"I guess that's about all I can think of to ask. Thanks for being so open with me."\n\n"It's the least I can do. Now, let me explain the treatment options that are available to you." He moves over to stand in front of a large, clear glass tube. Inside hangs a black bodysuit made of textured black material, mostly-flat panels visible here and there near the shoulders, the backs of the hands, and a few other places. "This is the <b>[[interface suit|PaladinStart]]</b>. It has a support system for your body, a number of micromotors to help you move and offer support, and its electronic relays can bypass the damaged parts of your spinal column. You'd have to wear it all the time, but it's the least invasive. While it might take many years for your body to heal naturally, it would keep you whole and mobile until it does, and then you could simply take it off. It would also allow you to interface with a suit of powered armor."\n\nHe moves over to a pedestal where what looks like a coiled ball of silver wire is floating above the surface. "This is the <b>[[nerve enhancement implant|SilverwebStart]]</b>. It will essentially bond itself to your nerves, muscles, and other organs. It will be permanent, but mostly invisible, only appearing as silver threads on your skin. As a side effect, you'll gain mildly enhanced strength, but much greater enhancements to your speed, agility, reaction time, and control over your own body."\n\nTurning, he walks over to look into silver tube with a cutaway part, a faint humming visible as a syringe filled with something silvery bobs lightly up and down. "This is the <b>[[nanocell colony|HolyDiverStart]]</b>. It's millions of tiny machines that will set up a home in the injured portion of your spine. They'll function as a relay for the damaged areas for the relatively short time it will take them to actually repair the damage, but they'll still be permanent. As a side effect, you'll probably gain the ability to interact with computers and electronics merely by thinking it, as well as an enhanced ability to heal."\n\nFinally, he turns towards what looks like a cylinder-shaped elevator, its metal doors currently closed. "And this is the <b>[[genetic reconstructor|ShieldMaidenStart]]</b>. It's essentially simply a sized-up version of the one from my escape pod. It will not only fix all the damage to your body, but rebuild it from the genetic level. It is the fastest and most all-natural way for you to regain full use of your body. However, because it will reconstruct your body to be like mine, it will almost certainly radically change your looks. Your 'resurrection', as it were, would come at the cost of abandoning your previous life. There would be no way to tell your friends and family who you are without putting them in danger."\n\n"It's a life-changing crossroads," he concludes, folding his arms over his chest. "Please, take all the time you need to make a choice."

Yeah, that one looks 'nice', you think... it's got some very pretty colors available at least, and you pick out one you think looks good. You pause as you're asked for a label for it... then grin and fill in 'Equine Anatomy Educational Material'. You know there's horses, or something like them, around here somewhere, that shouldn't be suspicious. By the time you finish out the rest of the ordering, it's late, and you head back to your room to inform the slightly jealous Mix of your good fortune (leaving out the requirement for your 'discretion', obviously, since to do otherwise wouldn't be terribly discrete). \n\nThe next few days are fairly calm and quiet... when not checking up on inventory of various things, you're mostly helping Adriene out with things like kitchen duties and laundry. It's not exactly the easy life but neither is it backbreaking, and you get plenty of time to sit and read some of the books that are on hand. (Mostly bad, slightly incomprehensible romance novels... you wonder if it'd be okay if you used your ordering power to find the alien equivalent of manga?) It's later in the week when you pass through the entry hall and notice a pair of delivery guys stacking up boxes. Oh hey, that means the order's here... probably including Rakell's gift. You can't exactly mess with it since you're neither her or a supervisor, so you just resolve to wait and see if she liked it, possibly by her mentioning it tomorrow.\n\nTurns out you don't have to wait that long. As you and Mix are heading to your room that night, Rakell's door cracks open and she pokes her head out, white-shirted upper body visible through the crack. "Cyan, I need to talk to you about that order today, could I see you in here for just a minute?"\n\n"Oh, sure." Ha, she's so thankful she can't wait. Nodding to Mix, you head over, waiting for Rakell to step back and open the door for you... only to jump as she slams it closed behind you and steps forward, revealing herself to be wearing nothing but the shirt, and shaking something wobbly and blue in your face.\n\n"What the hell is this?!"\n\n"Uhhhh." You stare at the massive cobalt horse dong, which looks like it's probably longer and thicker than either of Rakell's arms, both of her hands fitting around it but without much overlap. You glance aside, spotting Chays and the other Dogerian girl lounging on the edge of the bed, both naked and looking mildly amused by your plight. You look back to Rakell, grimacing as she practically nudges you on the nose with the flared head, then grin sheepishly at her. "... It looked smaller in the pictures?"\n\n"A horse! A <i>horse</i>, Cyan!" She huffs, shaking the wobbly thing at you some more, to the point that you're caught between being worried by her ire and desperately trying not to laugh. (Out of the corner of your eye, it looks like the dog-girls have given in to the temptation to start snickering.) "I don't like horses! I like..." She pauses, glancing at the two on the bed, who have suddenly gone back to stoic solemnity, before her eyes whip back to you. "... Not horses! And that's besides the size!"\n\n"Look, I'm sorry, you didn't give me that much to go on," you protest, raising your hands some and shrugging. "I mean one ten-second glimpse of your sex life wasn't exactly comprehensive, I just took my best guess at what you'd like!"\n\n"What I'd like," she huffs, swinging it down as she plants her fists on her hips, the long blue equine dildo swaying back and forth like a bored elephant's trunk. Then she pauses, pursing her lips and raising it up to glance at it, then back at you. "I can't help but notice that it's blue, too."\n\n"Well, yeah, I mean, it's a nice color," you say a little lamely, shrugging again.\n\n"Yes, it is, <i>Cyan</i>." Raising one eyebrow, she lifts the thing up and 'points' it at you again. "Maybe you ordered this because <i>you</i> liked it, hmmmm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Ridiculous!|GGOri]]\n\n[[... Mmmmaybe...|GGOri]]

"Um, well..." You shift nervously. "I mean... it's consensual all around, right? You didn't... pressure them?"\n\nAnger flashes in Rakell's eyes, and she visibly bristles... as in, both her hair and her tail puff up, and you brace yourself to get screamed at or even struck. Then she gradually smoothes out, expression calming. "... That's a fair question," she admits a little sulkily, before she sighs. "But yes, it's consensual. I promise you that I have in no way threatened their jobs or any other kinds of consequences if they didn't want to... indulge me."\n\n"Then I don't see how it's anyone's business," you assert, shrugging slightly. "What you do with other consenting adults is private."\n\n"... Yes, thank you," she murmurs, bobbing her head. "I appreciate that."\n\nYou nod back, then turn and head back to the food prep unit, slotting in her thermos and starting to punch in the instructions to fill it with coffee.\n\n"You know, Cyan, you really do seem like you've got a good head on your shoulders... and you apparently know how to be discrete." You glance at Rakell as she gets up and moves over beside you, leaning her hip on the edge of the counter and folding her arms. "How would you like to keep getting assigned to the house? Now this isn't a bribe," she hurries to add before you can say anything, raising a finger. "Or a threat. I'm honestly offering you a more comfortable position, one I think you're suited for. It's early summer and the hot days could hit any time now, and you have the look of someone who likes air conditioning."\n\nYou can't really argue with that, so instead you say, "So, uh, how exactly is my 'discretion' involved in that?"\n\n"As well as kitchen duty, I'd like to have you help out with other organizational tasks, which include doing item ordering on the computer. Which I occasionally use to order... well..." Her blue-black cheeks turn rather purple. "... I assume you saw the, ah, accessories, last night?"\n\nYou feel your own cheeks heat. "... Yeah."\n\n"I don't exactly get a lot of opportunities to go to one of the urban sectors to do shopping for things like that, so I sort of need to..." She pauses, glancing around, then leaning in and lowering her voice a little. "I sort of need to hide them in orders for things for the house. Now, I always put the money for them back, it's not like I'm actually having Rehab Central pay for my... things... but the fact is that because of the nature of this place, all personal orders, even for the non-convict staff, have to be reviewed and seen by the supervisor. I'd be pretty embarrassed to have Miss May see my orders for <i>that</i>, let alone risk her asking extremely uncomfortable questions about the specific nature of the ones I like to order. It could theoretically put my job at risk."\n\n"So you need someone to be, ah... creative in the ordering processes," you note. "So that they're... discrete."\n\n"Yeah, exactly," she answers in a relieved tone, smiling as she visibly loosens up. "So again, I'm stressing that this isn't something you have to do and won't be punished for refusing, if you feel uncomfortable, but... would you consider being my in-house ordering specialist?"\n\n"Seems like a good deal," you agree after a moment's thought. "Sure, be happy to help." And to avoid manual labor outside in the summer, while you're at it.\n\n"Thanks, I'm really glad," she says, reaching out to give your shoulder a squeeze. "Okay, your first job there is to go around, check the levels on all the autoprep units, the soap dispensers in the outside showers, the screens inside the staff washrooms and lounge to see what's been requested or needs reordering, the maintenance list screen in the supply closet for their needs, the cleaning supply closet for anything we've been marked out of or are obviously low on, and start getting those ordered. Remember to put a rush on anything the maintenance crew or cleaning crew needs, those are top priority. Adriene will show you the ordering system."\n\n"Uh... right." Any thought that this was, after all, going to be a sit-back-and-relax job to keep you quiet vanish. It's clear that you're almost certainly going to have plenty to do on any given day, if you need to keep doing these sorts of checks regularly. You tug Rakell's thermos out of the prep unit, cap it, and hand it to her. "I'll get on it."\n\n"Good," she says with a smile, nodding and walking off. You turn back to the prep unit and start figuring out how to pull up its contents display, only to jump a little at Rakell's hand suddenly resting on your shoulder... then blush as she leans in close enough for her breasts to press lightly to your back, her voice a near-literal purr in your ear. "Oh, and Cyan?"\n\n"Y-yeah?"\n\n"Order me something nice," she coos, giggling a little. "I'm in a really good mood now, and I think I want to be able to celebrate. You know... with my friends."\n\n"Ah... right, sure," you agree, blushing even more and nodding. "I mean, what exactly should I-"\n\n"You pick. Don't worry too much about the price... my job pays very well and I've got a lot of money saved up. As long as it's not so extravagant that it raises any red flags... as in, over 1000 credits or so, and that would be quite the... item. So I'll leave it to your discretion." Winking again, she turns and saunters off, humming happily as her ass sways beneath her gently-swaying tail.\n\nYou spend most of the day taking the inventory that Rakell requested, with a 'break' to help Adriene prepare lunch. The horned woman seems a little surprised at the revelation that you're on semi-permanent house duty, but you don't think she's displeased. She tells you to come find her once you're done with the inventory, and eventually you find yourself seated behind a desk in a small, simple office as she explains the ordering system, how to go through it to access particular ordering sites, how to classify things, and so on. "That's about it, use the comm panel if you need to know anything else," she says cheerfully, apparently glad to be free of the computer as she heads back into the rest of the house.\n\nYou start out by getting the maintenance and cleaning stuff put in, as ordered. Then you divert, poking around and looking at previous orders. You quickly discover that the 'Staff Needs' items are marked to be delivered under Rakell's name specifically as opposed to just 'Supervisor' like a lot of the others. Aha, that must be what she's using to order her toys. You go into that section, then take a minute to find the equivalent of opening an 'incognito' tab in the internal browser setup it's got, since luckily it seems they just reskinned a standard public-use one. Finding sex toy stores on the alien version of the internet is surprisingly easy, and soon you're looking around, trying to figure out what Rakell would consider 'something special'.\n\nYou eventually decide on two possibilities. One is the '[[Full Puppy Kit|GGOri]]'... a canine-themed collection of bondage and sex toys. (Boy it sure is convenient that all these alien animals are nearly identical to Earth ones, huh?) It's apparently a set that contains a handful of specific items and then some 'bonuses' thrown in, and considering what you saw last night you figure that would probably appeal to her in one way or another. On the other hand, maybe part of her kink is animal dicks... and big ones, too, to judge from the size of the one that her 'friend' was wearing last night. In which case, there's one called '[[The Rodeo|GGOri1x2]]' that's large and equine.\n\nYou pause as you notice the 'Clearance' section. Or, you could order her a small assortment... and maybe, if it gets delivered while she's out, you could [[snag one or two of them for yourself|GGOri]]. After all, it's going to be five years... a little 'friend' of your own (or two... or three) could make it a lot more bearable, and it seems that you'll have plenty of opportunities to sneak off to your room for a quickie while your roommate is working outside.

Infusing dark power into your balls, you begin yanking Beast Boy back against your thrusts, pounding him even harder and driving your cock even deeper into his ass, making him yowl near-constantly. "Take it, you little bitch!" you snarl. "I'm going to turn you into the little worthless cumdump you were meant to be! Beg for it! <b>Beg for it</b>!"\n\n"F-fuck!" he almost sobs, breaking a moment before you cut loose. "Make me a cumdump, please!"\n\nGroaning eagerly, you shove forward, pushing your cock deep inside him and cutting loose with a load of demonically empowered cum. Beast Boy's eyes roll up completely in his head, his entire body trembling as his own cock starts shooting long streamers fo milky white forward to splatter on the floor. But with every shot his cock gets a little limper and a little smaller, the already slender proportions of his body altering just a little further to make his shoulders curvier, ass rounder, hips with a little more sleek curvature. By the time you've spilled the last of your load, his tiny, limp cock is still dribbling a stream of cum onto the floor, his entirely feminine moans of pleasure caressing your ears.\n\nSlowly, you pull out of him and stand up, releasing the grip of your magic around his limbs and throat. He stays in position and trembles for a few moments, before slowly rising to his knees and turning to face you. Then he crawls forward and, without a word, fastens his soft, pretty lips around your cockhead, eyes turning upward to watch you as he stuffs his now much prettier face with your prick.\n\n"There's a good girl," you coo, stroking a hand over his hair, idly making it grow longer with each stroke until it's down below his shoulderblades. "You know who owns you, don't you, Beast Boi?"\n\n"You do, mistress," he whimpers in his soft, girly voice.\n\n"And what's your reason for existing?"\n\n"To please cocks, mistress," he answers right before going back to licking and kissing at yours worshipfully.\n\nYou give a soft laugh of accomplishment. Even if you did nothing else, Beast Boi is done as a superhero. Your corruption has insured he doesn't even have the necessary aggressive drive to do anything but think about being a cocksleeve. Hm, now to...\n\n<hr>\n[[Abscond with him.|Rook]]\n\n[[Use him against Robin.|Rook]]

Smirking, you turn slightly and toss the naked Senshi onto the bed, the teenager oofing and jiggling as she lands. By the time she's finished bouncing a bit you're practically on top of her, grabbing her legs and lifting them up, spreading them wide to show off her spread pussy as you tug her to the edge of the bed. You allow your spit-shined black cock to flop against her belly, the tip brushing against the undersides of her tits.\n\n"Now, my worthless little slut," you rumble as you lightly work your hips, rubbing your fuzzy balls against her sodden pussy. "I'm going to fuck your cunt and make you cum so thoroughly that you will completely lose all your free will." You smirk at the shudder of mixed desire and horror that runs through her as her lust-glazed eyes widen. "You will never again have a single thought that isn't about how to serve me, service me, or please me in some way. And I want you to beg me to do it to you."\n\n"I... I..." Rei stammers, obviously trying to rally the very last of her crumbling willpower and resistance... right until you reach down and use your hand to lift your pole and bring it down with a firm smack against her belly, a spatter of precum smearing all over her tits. Her eyes roll slightly as she cums just from that, her body shuddering and twitching, her freed leg wrapping around you. "Nnnnnhfuuuuck yes, yes please, fuck out my free will, fuck me into your loyal slave, I don't fucking care anymore just please fuck me, make me your fucktoy, do it, please please please!"\n\nWell, she seems sincere enough. Smirking, you shift your hips, bringing yourself back and placing the tip of your prick to her already quivering, practically gushing cunt as the Senshi cums repeatedly just from knowing she's finally going to get pounded into the mattress. You go nice and slow, letting her feel your ink-black prick spreading her open and slipping deeper and deeper into her quivering, grasping cunt. The head of your cock has barely slipped fully inside of her when she arches, eyes rolling and tongue lolling, her whole body quivering in intense orgasm as a glowing pink symbol appears on the front of her crotch... a magical sign of her complete and total submission to you, mind, body, and soul.\n\n<img src="images/7oo9Ur0.png">\n\n'Pathetic,' you think smugly, starting to roll your hips and pump into her, the Senshi moaning and yowling like an animal in heat as you pump deeper and deeper inside her, the cock-shaped bulge in her belly showing the progress of your prick. Rei grasps fistfuls of the sheets, bucking and twisting as you fuck her, continuing to be utterly shameless about voicing her orgasmic delight at being raped by her new inhuman owner. The outline of your cock pumps along her belly every time you move your hips, practically nudging up between her jiggling, sweat-glistening tits as they wobble and shake atop her chest with her movements and the impacts of your hips against her, your balls slapping against her ass. She's still cumming almost constantly, her pussy molding itself further and further to your prick with every quivering, squeezing climax, her juices soaking the fur of your balls and leaving them to sling wet droplets as they impact against her. \n\nYou do want to give her time to adjust and for your youma energy to take proper hold of her... if you fuck her too long or too thoroughly, you're likely to destroy her mind and waste a perfectly good devoted fuckslave, after all! Snarling a bit, lips drawing back from sharp teeth, you shove forward, starting to pump thick, voluminous gushes of cum into her as she arches and screams, eyes rolled completely up and a brainless smile of orgasmic glee on her lips as her tongue juts. You spill just enough cum into her to somewhat eliminate the outline of your prick before pulling out of her, using one hand to give yourself a few strokes, painting most of her front with thick, creamy streamers that are soon almost completely coating her belly, breasts, and face.\n\nYou drop her legs and watch as, completely unprompted, the Senshi quickly scrambles up onto all fours and turns around, starting to lick and suck the remaining smears and drops of cum off of your cock, her hands wandering along your shaft worshipfully. "Mmmnn, thank you for fucking my free will out, Master," she practically purrs. "It feels sooooo good not to be a real person anymore, thank you Master, thank you," she moans into your damp balls, sucking some of her own girlcum off of your fur.\n\n"Yes, yes," you acknowledge with a tolerant chuckle, resting a big hand on her cum-smeared hair. "Of course you should be grateful, pet."\n\n"Master, please tell me you're going to rape all of my friends into mewling, brainless bits of fuckmeat too," Rei continues, looking up at you adoringly as she kisses at the tip of your cock.\n\n"Mm," you reply thoughtfully, gazing upward in consideration as you push on her head, sliding your cock down her throat again and starting to absentmindedly fuck her face. Yes, obviously the rest of the Sailor Senshi need to fall as soon as possible... they're not the only barriers to your world conquest, but they are the most significant ones, being the most famous and therefore most powerful youma-hunting magical girls. You do feel a powerup already thrumming through your veins with the conquest of this first one... your powers are becoming greater and your aura of masculine dominance will be stronger. As you see it, you have two clear options.\n\nThe first is to go for the easiest to conquer Senshi, Sailor Venus. Already as close to being promiscuous as an all-ages anime could imply at the time in the source material, she's only been made worse with her manifestation as a sexually charged Worldland mascot. 'Slut' is probably putting it mildly. Your conquest of her would be virtually effortless, but still provide a decent power boost. You could gradually work your way up from her, gaining power bit by bit, until your abilities were strong enough to contend with the stronger Senshi without much of a problem. \n\nThe other option is, obviously, to start from the opposite end of the spectrum and go for the hardest to conquer Senshi, Sailor Uranus. Not only the least interested in men out of all the Senshi, but from some of the knowledge you've gleaned from your newfound power over Rei's mind, the least affected by the sexualization process Worldland put them through in their creation. There would be no simply waving your cock at her and having her quiver in anticipation... you'd need a solid plan. But after conquering her and her ostensible wife, Sailor Neptune, there would be virtually no challenge left for you. The rest would simply be a matter of you deciding exactly how you wanted to conquer the remaining Senshi. Hm, so who to start with...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Easiest.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Hardest.|HLSenshi14x4]]

Smirking, for your reply you reach down and flip aside the front flap of your loincloth. Instantly laid bare is your massive cock... the thick, ink-black tube of it hanging down and its large, humanlike head, as well as the heavy balls it's draped over that hang down between your muscular thighs.\n\nRei's eyes widen again, and she sucks in a hard breath, her skin actually starting to shine with sweat, the scent of her arousal rapidly increasing and practically filling the room. "O-oh... oh God..." she whimpers, unable to take her eyes off your massive member. As you reach down and use your hand to give it a slight shake, a visible shudder runs through her body. And then, as you begin to harden, the already impressive length of flesh gaining even more thickness as it rises up, she gives a whimper and collapses to her knees, the ofuda falling from limp fingers as her hips twitch and jerk in orgasm, rivulets of girlcum running down her inner thighs.\n\n"You are now mine," you announce with another booming chuckle as you approach her, your now fully erect prick looming over her and casting a shadow across her face as she stares up at it in a mixture of fear and worshipful awe.\n\n"N-no... no, I..." Rei whimpers, mouth opening and closing, only to give an 'MMF' as you press lightly on the back of her head, pushing her face against your heavy black ballsack. Her gloved hands press to your thighs and she thrashes feebly... without actually trying to get away. But only for a few seconds before she slumps, her breathing hot and deep against your skin. You pull her back to find her eyes glazed with lust, her expression dazed. "Yes... yes, yours," she groans. \n\nSmirking again, you draw your hips back, and she eagerly opens her mouth wide and juts out her tongue. You shove forward roughly, impaling her mouth on your powerful prick, her throat bulging obscenely as you shove almost half of the immense pole in with one go. Her eyes roll up, and from the hard swallowing she does around you, her hands clenching on your legs, and the intense shudder that runs through her body, you can tell she's having what might be the most powerful orgasm of her life from you shoving your dick in her mouth. "Yes, that's right, you worthless piece of fuckmeat," you rumble in an affectionate tone as you begin thrusting your hips, pumping back and forth and working your thick prick deeper into her throat, the kneeling Senshi gagging and quagging and occasionally cumming, a puddle of her own juices steadily growing on the floor between her knees. "You're mine now, and you're going to enjoy every single moment of my raping you, using you. You know you are, aren't you?"\n\nAs if in answer, or perhaps because you've finally hilted in her mouth, Rei cums so hard her eyes roll up almost completely in her head. She writhes in front of you with her bulged throat and stiff nipples and gushing pussy, crimson-painted lips stretched wide around the thick root of your cock, tears from her air being cut off streaking down her cheeks and leaving smears of mascara.\n\nSnorting half in pleasure and half in derision, you yank her back and off, your massive black dick springing free and swaying in the air, glistening with a thick layer of spit. Rei gasps loudly, trembling hard as she remains on her knees before you, panting and sucking in air as she stares up with those lust-gazed eyes, silently pleading for you to use her more. You grip a hand around her neck and lift her into the air, the Senshi letting herself dangle limply like a loyal cat, only giving a loud gasp as you grab the front of her costume and rip it off, the red and white garment tearing to shreds and leaving her mostly naked, even moreso as you use a claw to slice off each glove, her heels falling off as whatever force held them in place is apparently broken by the destruction of the rest of her outfit.\n\nHm, but how to use her...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Make her your loyal slave.|HLSenshi14x3]]\n\n[[Use her for breeding.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Fuck her brains out.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Fuck her to death.|HLSenshi22x1]]

You have to admit, if you're going to have your body taken over either way, you may as well enjoy the process of dominating girls and making them your playthings.\n\n"Yes, good, mortal. You will not regret joining yourself to me."\n\nYou'd begun to feel scrunched into a ball somewhere deep within your own transformed body, but now it feels like you're stretching out... more than that, like you're growing, expanding. As if you were a liquid and there was more of you by the moment, flowing outward to fill up the volume of the body, pressing out until your sleek furry skin feels alive with the thrill of it, until you're pressing outward against those muscles and feeling every slight flex of them, every powerful beat of your heart sending blood surging through powerful arms and legs and brain and cock.\n\n"And now we have become one," you boom exultantly, flexing your fists a few times. "The Senshi shall fall, becoming nothing but drooling cocksleeves, as they are meant to be!"\n\nAs if on cue, the door begins to open, and you wheel around to face it. "I ran into my supervisor not too far down the street, he said-" the Senshi... Sailor Mars... announces as she steps back inside, still in her costume, before she jerks to a halt, staring at you with wide eyes. "What... who are...?!" she stammers, her cheeks flushing and nipples stiffening despite her obvious dismay, before her eyes narrow again. "Anubilis!"\n\n"Correct, Senshi. Your lax keeping has finally allowed me to be freed!" you answer with a deep chuckle, pointing a claw-tipped finger at her. "And now you, and all of your magical girl ilk, will fall before the might of a fully empowered and masculine Anubilis!"\n\n"Not if I have anything to say about it!" she snaps, whipping out one of her ofuda as she strikes a dramatic pose... though you notice her legs seem slightly unsteady even as she does. Good, it looks like the power of your lust is already affecting her much more strongly than last time. You can even smell her arousal, strong and growing stronger just from the sight of you. You have the distinct advantage, and in your mind there is little question that you merely have to choose by what method you wish to succeed.\n\n<hr>\n[[Dominate her with sexuality.|HLSenshi14x2]]\n\n[[Overpower her with physicality.|HLSenshi15x1]]\n\n[[Overwhelm her with magic.|HLSenshi16x1]]

Well, if you're going to be hiding out in a program for who knows how long, you might as well get full benefits out of it. Besides, with how pervy the programmers probably are, normal mode is probably just a menu of how many ways you could get molested. As opposed to, y'know, doing the molesting. You reach out and touch the 'Debug Character' option, and almost instantly the room around you dissolves into a simple, Japanese-style room that's almost empty other than a few basic pieces of furniture.\n\nRanma himself is sitting nearby, his legs folded and leaned back on his hands, apparently staring at the ceiling. He's also as still as a statue, apparently frozen in time. You glance down at yourself and find a body with a build not unlike your own (before the guys at the Digitizer started messing with it, that is)... a brief pat-down shows that you've got more muscle and are packing a bit more, but that's about it, you seem to be back to being a guy, and wearing a similar outfit to Ranma himself, loose black pants and a sleeveless shirt that buttons up the front, just that yours is blue instead of red. As you're doing your check of yourself, a flat plane with text opens in front of you.\n\n<span style="font-family: terminal,monaco;">Welcome to the Ranma 3/X sim's debug mode. Options here are to allow playtesters to check the game's adaptive AI programs to see how easily they can be bent and altered but still react realistically within the bounds of their programming. (That's our story and we're sticking to it.) To that end your character has increased stats, complete control over their gender-switching curse (it can be toggled in your character menu), the ability to generate a long list of items from the inventory screen, and access to other menus such as displaying character locations on the minimap or altering your avatar's dimensions. You can also choose one "Special Ability", which will manifest as an in-game item that gives you access to automatic abilities or additional debug menus.\n\n[[Personality Pendant|RanPP1x1]] - This debug item manifests as an ancient artifact worn around your neck. Touching it brings up a debug menu for all NPCs in the immediate area, allowing you to alter their personality traits to suit your needs. (Minor physical or wardrobe changes may occur as the AI program adapts to the new input.)\n\n[[Tattoo of Allure|RanTat1x1]] - This debug item manifests as a tattoo on your forearm. Its passive ability is that NPCs will find it effectively impossible to resist your advances in spite of their own feelings and preferences, and indeed will find sex with you amazing (even addicting). Touching the tattoo will toggle it to active mode, where all NPCs will find you incredibly attractive and actively court you.\n\n[[Transformation Bracelet|RanBrace1x1]] - This debug item manifests as a bracelet on your right wrist. Touching it will bring up a menu for nearby NPCs allowing you access to their body shape sliders, as well as a list of other avatar forms to substitute for their current ones. There is also 'Texture Mode', which will allow you to briefly give orders to the NPC to pose a certain way before transforming them into some other material.\n\n[[Slaver Ring|RanRing1x1]] - This debug item manifests as a ring on your right ring finger. Pointing it at an NPC and pressing it with your thumb fits them with a slave collar that will force them to loyally obey your commands without altering their personality.\n\n[[Stop Watch|RanWatch1x1]] - This debug item manifests as a digital watch on your left wrist. Using it you can pause time as if you had a menu open, but actually move and interact with the environment in this state, or even rewind the simulation. It will also allow some control over characters, such as posing them in different ways or even altering their age.\n\n[[Silver Tongue Stud|RanStud1x1]] - This debug item manifests as an unobtrusive tongue piercing. Characters will be inclined to obey whatever you say... while they won't always immediately obey anything, they'll rarely become truly mad no matter what you say, and will at most require some convincing to do whatever they're told.</span>

You give Rei a mental nudge, and she immediately wraps her arms around Haruka in a tight embrace... as well as looping her legs over Haruka's. Then she tightens her grip, pinning Haruka's arms to her sides and forcing her legs to stay spread open, the blonde giving a bit of a yelp in shock, before trying to recover with a mildly amused expression. "Rei-chan, if you wanted to be on top, you just had to ask."\n\n"Oh, I'm not going to be on top," Rei replies smugly, as you coalesce out of the shadows, naked and with your immense ink-black cock jutting ahead of you. "He is."\n\n"Indeed," you chuckle, as Haruka looks over her shoulder at you and reacts with shock.\n\n"A youma! Rei, let me up to-!" She struggles, but the strength you've temporarily imbued your fuckpet with makes it as fruitless as a normal woman would find straining against metal. The blonde stares down at the raven-haired girl in horror. "Rei! How could you?!"\n\n"Don't worry, Haruka," Rei purrs as you climb up onto the bed, the frame creaking slightly as you move up behind the pair, their pussies practically pressed together, Haruka held utterly vulnerable and open by Rei's grip. "You'll enjoy being a cock-addicted slave, I promise. The constant craving for Master's dick and the knowledge you're not a real person anymore feels sooooo good."\n\n"No! Let me go!" the blonde snarls, still struggling as you run your hands up and down her back and over her ass. "You bastard! I'll never nnf!" She cuts off as you lightly slap your cock against her ass and rub it along her buttocks, making her squirm and buck in fury... well, mostly fury.\n\n"Silly bitch, you're already succumbing," you answer with a chuckle, giving her ass another squeeze as you stroke your cock along the cleft of her buttocks. "Part of you is already beginning to think 'Just put it in already', part of you is growing more eager with every stroke and touch, and that part is getting louder and louder by the second."\n\n"L-lies!" Haruka gasps out, though the shakiness in her voice says that she's trying to convince herself as much as you. She grits her teeth against a moan as you slide forward far enough to bump your balls up against her pussy. "I'd never... want a man's cock... especially not a filthy youma's... never...!"\n\n"Let's see how quickly 'never' comes," you chuckle as you draw back, placing the tip of your prick at her entrance and starting to slowly, gradually push inside, letting her feel every single millimeter as it slides gradually into her pussy, likely never before touched by anything but tongues, fingers, and the occasional toy. She continues to struggle against Rei and do her best to suppress her moans, even biting out the occasional ever-weaker denial. But it turns out that 'never' comes about around twelve inches in, when her pussy clamps down and tries to milk your prick, her eyes rolling and a low, gurgling noise sounding in her throat as her body trembles. Laughing derisively, you take firm hold of her waist and start pumping your hips, really fucking her now and driving in a bit deeper with each thrust. "There we go, one proud, refined lesbian turned into a cock-craving slut!"\n\n"Noooo," Haruka whimpers, though it's almost more in dismay than real denial, her body quivering as she resists the urge to buck back against you.\n\n"It's true, you're thinking you want more of Master's cock, don't you? My pussy or Michiru's is the furthest thing from your mind," Rei taunts sweetly, giggling in Haruka's ear as the blonde is fucked against her. "Just give in, Haruka, if you think being a dick-addled whore feels amazing, just think how good it will feel to give up your free will and abandon yourself completely to being Master's fuckpet!"\n\n"No, no, I won't, I won't, I won't," Haruka chants like a mantra through her moans and whimpers as you fuck her, gradually picking up your pace as you feel her cumming around you again, her back arching and pressing her tits more firmly to Rei's. "I won't, I won't give in, I won't give in no matter how good his cock is, no matter how hard I cum, fuck, fuck, I'm straight, I'm a cock-hungry straight bitch, fuuuuck!" she cries as she cums again, bucking and twisting, her hips starting to thrust back against you of their own accord. As you fuck her harder and harder, the bulge of your cock rubbing against Rei's belly through hers, your balls slapping against the raven-haired girl's pussy as you fuck the blonde's, her eyes roll up more and more, her tongue starting to loll out, her face ever more a mask of pleasure as she gradually loses all control.\n\nFinally, as you thrust in and begin pumping your load into her, she gives a long, loud yowl that trails off into a gurgled silence as she cums so hard her throat tightens beyond the ability to make noise. Though you can't see it from this angle, you're well aware of the pink mark appearing on the front of her crotch, signaling her utter submission to you and the absolute destruction of her free will. Smirking, you pull out of her and stroke yourself, spraying the rest of your load over her ass, her quivering, gushing pussy, and Rei's almost equally sodden, dripping sex. At your nudge, Rei releases Haruka, who immediately rises to all fours and turns, starting to lick and suck worshipfully at one side of your cock, while Rei giggles as she moves to attend to the other, both of your slaves eager to prove their devotion to the mighty pole that conquered them and destroyed their personhood.\n\n"Mmmm, Rei was soooo right, Master," Haruka coos, her previously deep and smooth voice having risen a bit to a more obviously feminine register. "Being your brainless cock-slave is so much better than being a lesbian, or a real person. Thank you for putting me in my place."\n\n"You're welcome, of course, pet," you chuckle as you stroke both of their heads. "Of course, the next thing is to turn your wife into a loyal little fuck-animal as well."\n\n"Oh, let me help, Master, please, I want to help you fuck Michiru's soul into submission, pleeeease," Haruka whimpers eagerly, her pussy drooling down her thighs as she leans in to nuzzle your balls adoringly.\n\nMuch as you suspected, defeating Haruka has given you quite a large power boost. Added to her connection to Michiru, the other Senshi's defeat is effectively secured. Your only decision left is whether to focus on dominating her mentally, or physically.\n\n<hr>\n[[Dominate her body.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Subjugate her mind.|HLSenshi14x7]]

Yes... a plan is definitely starting to come together. One that will let you pounce upon this difficult prey and conquer it with little more effort than you had to expend on the raven-haired magical girl currently cumming from you fucking her throat.\n\nSometime later, you're situated in the rather luxurious apartment shared by Haruka and Michiru... not a terribly difficult feat, since Rei knew where it was and had a key (for emergencies, obviously). Specifically, you've melded yourself into the shadows of a corner of the bedroom and suppressed your energy, effectively rendering yourself invisible and undetectable. All the same, you can't help but smirk internally as you hear the front door open, and the various little sounds of someone making their way through their apartment, footsteps gradually drawing closer. The bedroom door opens and Haruka steps in... beautiful, androgynous, wearing a very nicely-cut suit. (My my, driving race cars must pay well.) She tugs at her tie, then freezes as she looks towards the bed and sees what's waiting for her there.\n\nRei is laying posed seductively on the bed, wearing her sexiest lingerie... a lace-frilled half-cup bra, a lace-fronted g-string, and lace-topped stockings, all of them in brilliant red of course. You've suppressed your mark so that it's not visible, and done a bit of subtle enhancement to her body, making her tits almost seem particularly full and barely contained by the bra without being too obviously enlarged, as well as giving a slight added curvature to her hips and legs. She smiles sweetly, and from the sudden increased scent of female arousal in the room, you can tell that even that little gesture hits hard... but then, you are channeling just a bit of your power through her, giving her quite a strong 'Feminine Aura' to match your masculine one. Right now, she's essentially a succubus, and you watch as Haruka suppresses a slight shiver as she purrs out, "Hello, Haruka."\n\n"... Rei." After a moment, Haruka resumes taking off her tie, trying to look unhurried and unflustered. "I gave all of you keys in case of an <i>emergency</i>."\n\n"It is an emergency. I haven't had my pussy eaten <i>properly</i> in forever," Rei replies with a sultry pout, rolling onto her back and gracefully letting her legs spread, her hands running sensuously up and down her inner thighs in soft, smooth motions. "What do you call that if not an emergency?" she adds with a soft laugh threading through her voice. "You're soooo good at it too, Haruka... everyone knows you're the best. It would be a crime not to come to the best when it's an emergency this bad."\n\nHaruka is still trying to keep her motions calm and restrained as she shrugs out of her jacket and tosses it aside, starting to unbutton her shirt, but you can tell that the restraint is starting to wear on her. Whether or not she'd normally be swayed by Rei's attempts at seduction, that feminine aura is hitting hard, and as the shirt comes off to reveal the sports bra/binder the blonde is wearing, her nipples are hard enough to be seen even through the rather thick fabric. "You know very well that one of the reasons Michiru and I moved away is that we wanted to be dedicated to each other. We don't stray," she adds, nevertheless undoing her pants to let them drop, revealing a surprisingly feminine black thong beneath the male-cut trousers.\n\n"Michiru's out at a concert though, isn't she? She won't be back until early morning, busy playing and then flirting with everyone in sight while you wait here alone," Rei answers with a slight pout, before letting it curl into a wicked smile. "She doesn't have to know. We can just have a bit of good fun, between us girls, and I'll be gone before she ever gets home. No muss, no fuss, no harm, no foul." She slips her hands down, snagging the sides of her panties and giving a light tug so that they hug up against her mound more fully, a small wet spot almost instantly appearing. "Pleeeeeease?" she coos.\n\nThat apparently does it, and with a rushed exhalation, Haruka quickly strips out of the panties and undoes the binder, her own rather full breasts shaking as they're freed and as she moves to crawl up onto the bed. She at least tries to regain some of her normal grace and composure as she crawls on all fours towards Rei, unwittingly wagging her bare ass and pussy at you as she slips between the other woman's legs and takes hold of that g-string, slipping it smoothly down those curvaceous legs. And then she slides in, smooth and purposeful, starting to stroke her tongue up and across Rei's folds. The raven-haired girl moans sweetly, resting a hand on Haruka's head and arching her back, face a mask of ecstasy even from those initial licks, her tits looking ready to pop right out of her bra. Of course once Haruka is thoroughly concentrating on her task, Rei's eyes open and wander to where you're hidden, pleasured face becoming a plotting smirk shared with you... after all, any desire she had for women was fucked out of her along with her free will. Everything now is just a show for your advancement... and viewing pleasure.\n\nYou admit to being amused by the fact that Haruka has unknowingly been reduced to a star in an unwitting sex show, her body shown off for your enjoyment as she eats out your loyal slave for your viewing pleasure. Still, Rei does her job to perfection, all her moans sweet and sincere-seeming and perfectly on cue, hips twitching and writhing just when she thinks she ought to be cumming, urging Haruka on. Eventually the blonde slides upward, tugging the front of Rei's bra down to let those full tits tumble free, and spending awhile sucking and kissing at the nipples, expertly pleasuring Rei's breasts while the Senshi of Mars plots to have her fucked into a drooling, cock-addicted slave. Which is no doubt exactly what's running through her mind as she draws Haruka up further, kissing her passionately as their bodies writhe lightly together, bare tits pillowing against one another.\n\nNow's the time to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-have Rei spring the trap.|HLSenshi14x6]]\n\n[[-make your entrance.|HLSenshi]]

"I think your friend Haruka will be my next conquest, little slut," you announce, pulling Rei's head back and off of your prick, leaving her gasping for air and gazing up at you with a breathless, worshipful expression. "How does that sound to you?" \n\n"Mmm, that sounds wonderful, Master," she coos in reply, her voice husky with having had her throat so recently stretched. "Haruka and Michiru left us to go live normal lives... I'd love to see Master put that butch lesbian bitch in her place."\n\nThat makes you chuckle... obviously her conversion to absolute loyalty and adoration of a rape-beast such as yourself has let a few of Rei's darker thoughts out to play. Which of course suits you just fine. "I'm going to rummage around in your empty little head a bit, pet, while I consider how best to conquer her."\n\n"Of course, Master, violate my mind, please, please," she purrs, her eyes rolling and tongue lolling, body starting to twitch as you do just that. She makes soft, happy little squeals and soft moans as you root through her memories and thoughts with impunity, as pleasured by your invasion of her brain as she was by your violation of her cunt.\n\nAs you pick through your slave's memories and turn your own thoughts over, you see three real plans that have any real method of success. The first, and most obvious, as well as being blunt and rather artless, is a [[direct assault|HLSenshi]]. Not exactly elegant, but it doesn't have to be if it works.\n\nThe second is to have [[Rei seduce Haruka|HLSenshi14x5]]. That way you could give yourself an opening, and spring upon the powerful Senshi when she was completely vulnerable.\n\nThe third is a [[combination of the two|HLSenshi]]. You could have Rei lure Haruka somewhere that could give you an advantage, and while the untamed Senshi was distracted, make your move.

"Where are those two? We've looked every damn place in this base they could be."\n\n"I dunno, but the Commander and the Lieutenant wanted them a half hour ago and if we don't at least have something for 'em when we get back we're gonna catch hell."\n\n"You think they did a runner?"\n\n"Wouldn't think they'd be that stupid, but guess it's possible. Looks like some of their stuff's still here, though, why wouldn't they take their rifles?"\n\n"That is kinda odd. Better grab those instead of leaving 'em around, we can at least show 'em to the brass. You got Kaze's stuff?"\n\n"Yeah, you hold onto LaChance's. Hey, let's check their footlockers, maybe they left a clue in there or something."\n\n<b>Dark Sector 36</b> End - <i>Junk in the trunk</i>

"You only offered this to me after I said I forgave you," you say slowly. "If I'd said I didn't, would you have just left me?"\n\n"I would have done my best to help you in other ways, but no, I wouldn't have offered you these chances to fix your injuries. You have to understand, it's nothing personal," he hurries to add, raising his hands. "I wouldn't have withheld it from you because I was insulted. But any one of these treatments will effectively turn you into a superhero. Even if you were to try to live as normally as you could, you would have abilities far beyond anyone else alive, abilities that could harm other people with relative ease. I had to make sure that you weren't someone who would hold onto bitterness or be driven by hatred before I could give you such abilities."\n\nYou mull that over for a moment, then sigh. "You had to be sure I was worthy."\n\n"I wouldn't like to phrase it that way, but I suppose it's accurate enough. I also liked that you saw and understood what I did when I threw away the robot's arm."\n\n"Where did that thing end up, anyway?"\n\n"In low Earth orbit. I went and got it later and did a reentry burnup."\n\n"Oh. I thought you guys threw things into the sun."\n\n"Even if I was quite that strong, that would take a lot of careful calculations," he says in bemusement. "I just do my best to keep track of if there's any spaceflights that day and keep an eye out for planes before I throw. But like I said, the fact that you noticed it, and approved, also told me that you'd be a well-chosen recipient of these treatments. While I'd definitely like to help you for your own sake, in truth I was also hoping to find someone who would use their new abilities to help others."\n\nYou ponder that, not answering immediately.\n\n<hr>\n[[Other questions.|FemPalladium1x5]]

"Intensifier?" Alexa blinks. "What do you... what do you mean?"\n\n"It's actually a variant of the serum she used on you," you explain brightly as you start the syringe next to the keyboard filling. "So luckily the work was mostly done. I just had to tweak it a little bit to even further augment my awakened genes and make my abilities all the more effective."\n\n"Wait..." Alexa shakes her head, still trying to clear the fog of lust. "You're... you're saying that it would make you...?"\n\n"All my mental abilities and shapeshifting would be augmented, meaning I'd have much greater power to read minds and influence them, probably for a distance of miles rather than mere line of sight. But more importantly," you continue as you pluck up the injector and straighten up, turning to face her and smiling sweetly. "I'd no longer need to actually fuck someone to turn them into a mindless, eternally cumming fuck-zombie. It would just happen to everyone within my radius of influence."\n\n"You're insane!" she snaps back, finally managing to stab one of the buttons on her suit. You calmly bring the injector to your neck and press the button, even as the doors slide open and a large contingent of helmeted guards comes rushing in. But even as they're bringing their rifles to bear on you, your body is already changing, your horns pressing further out from your head, growing longer, your breasts steadily swelling in size. The guards hesitate for the merest second before firing, and that's their undoing. Though their helmets are sealed and include air filters, your aura is now both mental and operates on a molecular level... even if it were an entirely sealed system, your pheremones would get through their clothes to touch their skin. Rifles clatter to the ground as their hearts begin to race, cocks hardening and pussies moistening, all of them starting to twitch and writhe as they begin spontaneously cumming.\n\nYou turn and walk away from the guards, feeling their mental energy already starting to drain into you as they begin cumming in their pants, arms hanging limply at their sides and hips jerking, men and women alike thrusting their hips in different motions of fucking the air. By the time you arrive at Alexa, your tits are almost hanging down to your waist, the massive orbs heavy and wobbling with every step. The trembling woman falls to her knees in front of you, her body jerking a little with every unwilling spontaneous orgasm she has, her hazel eyes turned upward toward you, holding onto the last dregs of defiance.\n\n"You should know better than anyone from building your media empire, Alexa," you tell her in a condescending coo, smirking as your tail lashes behind you. "More reliable than anger, jealousy, or morals, the thing humans are most driven by is sex. I am Temptation now... and sooner or later, everyone gives in to temptation."\n\nYou reach out, putting your hand on her head, slowly curling your fingers in her hair to get a good grip, but more to make it obvious to her what's about to happen, that she's about to lose her identity, her mind, her entire sense of self, and become nothing but a horny, constantly-cumming animal. You look down into her eyes, smiling, letting the moment stretch out, until somewhere in all her struggle, there's the tiniest, barest flicker of 'I want it'. And in that second you yank her head forward, mashing her lower face against your sodden cunt. Her eyes instantly roll up and she starts bucking her hips, having the most intense, overlapping orgasms of her life, the climaxes only growing more intense as she starts tonguing and sucking your pussy with wild abandon and her mind flows out of her and into you. In moments the auburn-haired fuck-zombie is twitching and shuddering in its new state of constantly cumming as it sucks at your cunt, not a single thought in its head, only driven by the purest instinct to give and receive more pleasure than it's already getting.\n\nSmiling, you slowly work your hips, fucking your pussy on its face for several minutes, before finally reaching down to hit the release code for its suit. The garment peels away, leaving her trim, toned form bare and glistening wet with sweat and girlcum, the trapped smells of arousal and overheated body escaping into the pheremone cloud. You give a few more thrusts of your hips, before grabbing it by the back of the neck and hauling it up, giving it a shove towards the now writhing, pumping orgy of other fuck-zombies that have ripped off their guard uniforms to get at each other, cocks and fingers pumping away at holes without regard for preference or sex. The auburn-haired one is soon absorbed into the tangle of writhing, thrusting bodies, a cock in its ass and mouth as it bucks back and forth between the two.\n\n"I think I'm going to like ruling the world as its sexy demon queen," you announce to no one, before giggling and settling into a chair to watch your fuck-zombie minions for awhile. No real rush, after all... eventually, everyone gives in to Temptation.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|FemPalV8axEnd]]

"Does this happen a lot?" you ask. "People getting hurt in the crossfire of your fights?"\n\n"More than I'd like, but I try to do my best to minimize it. Palladium City has a very good evacuation and shelter procedure, and a warning system as well, but this latest invention of Model Kit's took everyone by surprise, it literally dropped right out of the sky. I always do my best to make protecting civilians the highest priority, and to take fights to unpopulated areas whenever I can. It's not always avoidable, but I try. Sometimes all I can do to try and minimize the collateral damage and the chance of people getting hurt is to end the fight as quickly as I can."\n\n<hr>\n[[Other questions.|FemPalladium1x5]]

"This all seems like it could be really useful technology, and help a lot of people. Why don't you let everyone benefit?"\n\n"Well, as I said, most of these treatments are effectively giving someone superpowers. While a lot of people would do good with them, there would be a great temptation for many to do evil, or to simply hurt others or damage things by being careless." He shakes his head, the little curl of dark hair on his forehead wagging. "As to the technology, I let as much as I reasonably can out... the things I don't think can be weaponized with little to no effort. You've probably seen some of them around Palladium City, like the cleaning robots. When I've made as sure as I can that it won't cause destruction and death, I release new technologies there, as a sort of testbed. At least if something goes wrong there, I can track it to its source or stop it as soon as possible. Things move out from there slowly, but they'll get to the rest of the world eventually."\n\n"And you're okay with taking it so slowly?"\n\n"If you're asking if I've ever lost a night of sleep thinking I should hand over tissue regenerators to every hospital in the world, I wish I could say I haven't, but I'd be lying." His shoulders actually slump. "But even something as beneficial as those can, literally with the press of a few buttons, be turned into an absolutely horrible weapon. A deliberate miscalibration, and the beams that normally regenerate tissue to its healthy state would instead corrupt the cell structure and put it into a state of hyperactive growth."\n\nYou try to remember enough of your science class to parse all that, then actually feel yourself pale. "Are you saying that you can't give society a healing ray without also giving it a <i>cancer gun</i>?"\n\n"At present, yes. I and others are trying to figure out how to do so without the risk, or at least minimizing it, but unfortunately at the moment there's no way to remove the tissue regenerator's inherent ability to be weaponized without also rendering it effectively worthless as a medical device."\n\n<hr>\n[[Other questions.|FemPalladium1x5]]

"So, like, every superhero has a secret origin or whatever. What's yours? Bitten by a radioactive ubermensch?"\n\nHe actually looks sheepish, a boyish expression out of place on that strong jaw and powerful face, and you find yourself blushing a little. Geez, women would want to eat him up if his skin wouldn't break their teeth.\n\n"Well, obviously I trust you if I'm going to be giving you superhuman abilities, but I hope you won't mind if I keep just a few secrets. But I suppose I can tell you why I have my powers. The truth is, I'm not from this planet... my parents sent me here because their world was dying."\n\n"What, you just happened to look exactly like us, and our environment gave you superpowers?"\n\n"Oh, no no. Gosh, that wouldn't make much sense at all, would it?" He shakes his head ruefully. "No, the truth is I didn't look at all human when I was born. I was barely a baby when I was placed in stasis in the escape pod my parents had built. It was designed to scan the organisms of habitable worlds it came within range of, capable of completely redesigning my body to look and act like them so that I could fit in perfectly as a normal, albeit slightly more genetically fit, member of their species. Earth was the first planet it found that it considered suitable."\n\n"Er, are you telling me that humans are capable of... flying, and invulnerability, and stuff like that, if we're just a little more 'genetically fit'?"\n\n"Not quite. Though actually, from what I can tell, a few of my abilities <i>are</i> derived from my human genes. Not necessarily my big flashy ones, but it would appear that there's a lot of untapped potential in the human genome. No, for some reason, possibly a programming quirk after the amount of time and planets it had scanned, the computer determined humans' inability to do certain things as 'damage' to their bodies... like a disease or genetic defect. So when it rebuilt me, it spliced in certain portions of the genetic code of other species it had scanned across the galaxy. So yes, externally I look human, because to a large extent I genetically am. But there's little bits of other species in there as well. It's what lets me fly, gives me my superior strength, things like that."\n\n"So it just dumped you on Earth after transforming you into one of us? I mean, mostly?"\n\n"Not quite 'dumped'. It monitored Earth communications and studied social structure for awhile, then landed me in a place and with people it determined would give me an appropriate upbringing. And there it did its job flawlessly... my human parents were absolutely wonderful people. I like to think they did a good job, they're why I decided to use my powers to help others."\n\n<hr>\n[[Other questions.|FemPalladium1x5]]

"Does all this stuff belong to you? Did you make it, or buy it, or...?"\n\n"The actual property, I bought, but I've retrofitted it extensively myself. A lot of it is things I've made or that belong to me, and some of it is things that friends and allies have made for me, or loaned to me. That includes some of the options for fixing your legs that I'll make available to you. I'm not the only superpowered individual in the world, though most people are only beginning to become aware of us."\n\n<hr>\n[[Other questions.|FemPalladium1x5]]

Hm, maybe having her be more cheerful would be nice! You tap that option, then watch as Ranma's angry blue eyes glaze over, taking on a sort of vapid, pleased set as her face relaxes. Her furious quags and growls turn into soft, steady moans as if happy with a particularly tasty dinner as she continues to rock herself forward onto your prick, gulping it down in apparent enjoyment now.\n\nSnagging her by the hair and pulling her up, you wait until she's gasped from having your spit-shined prick pulled free of her lips to ask, "So, slut, enjoying sucking my cock?"\n\n"Yes, Master, I love sucking your cock," she answers in an airy, somewhat distant but cheerful tone, smiling up at you as she says it. \n\n"Yeah? You like being my slave?" you ask, grinning even more.\n\n"Yes, Master, I love being your slave," she replies in the exact same tone, the smile unwavering. There's not a hint of the old Ranma's fire or fury there, just a sort of shallow, easygoing haze of easygoing cheer.\n\nScooting back a bit further on the futon, you pat your lap. "Alright, then, slut, come ride my cock and shove those fat tits in my face."\n\n"Yes, Master, this slut will ride your cock and rub her fat tits in your face," Ranma replies happily, rising and stepping forward, easing her knees onto the futon and moving to straddle your lap, her soft tits pressing against your face and rubbing there as she moves into position. Displaying none of the hesitation or resistance of earlier, she reaches down, angling your cock into place, then easing herself down on it smoothly, moaning airily as her hot cunt wraps itself around you. "Riding your cock now, Master," she adds breezily as she begins bouncing herself atop you, her tits jiggling against your chin as she rests her hands on your shoulders for leverage.\n\n"Mmmmm, fuck, that's a good slut," you purr as you reach around to grab her ass, squeezing it and urging her on in her movements as she works herself atop your prick. "That's what you are, isn't it? You're my stupid, cock-loving little slut slave, aren't you?"\n\n"Yes, Master," Ranma answers without hesitation, her airily cheerful tone tinted by pleasure as she bounces atop you, her now standard smile slightly shifted by her lips being parted from breathing harder. "I'm your stupid little cock-loving slut slave. I love being your stupid cock-loving slut slave. Being your cock-loving slut slave feels so good, Master."\n\nSqueezing her ass harder, you begin yanking Ranma down on your cock, urging her on faster, the enslaved redhead moaning and gasping fit for any porn star. Even without your prompting this time, she continues her vocalizations, apparently having picked up on what you want her to say. "I'm your stupid little cock-loving slut slave, Master, and I love your cock and want your cum! Please use your slut-slave as a cum dump, Master! Use me for your brainless moron cum dump, Master!"\n\nGrunting, you do just that, yanking her down hard and grinding up against her as you start emptying your balls into her pussy. Ranma moans loudly, her hips twitching and bucking as her pussy squeezes around you, her body writhing and grinding her big tits against you. After a moment, when your prick's shuddering and spurting trails off, she sits back and gives you the exact same placid, empty-eyed smile. "Thank you for your cum, Master."\n\n"You're welcome, slut," you answer, giving her ass a light slap. "Mm. Definitely not bad."\n\n"Thank you, Master, your slut-slave exists to please you," she answers, with a smile, of course.\n\nMm, this attitude adjustment is pretty nice. You wouldn't mind...\n\n<hr>\n[[Going off somewhere with her.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Having a few more like her.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Seeing her cheerfully take a lot more cocks.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Making a profit with her.|RanRing]]

"I mean... you said it was a simple change, right?" you hedge. "So maybe just have Kevin, ah, Keva stay a girl and be remembered that way for now, and then if it's too weird change her back later?"\n\n"That's certainly doable," your mother says, in that slightly smug parental tone that says she knows how this is going to go even if you're in denial. "Well, we better clean up and then clean them up, it'll help with the suggestions to get dressed while not thinking anything's out of the ordinary when they come to."\n\nIndeed, when Maya and the newly-renamed Keva wake up, both somewhat robotically don their clothing before their eyes clear and they declare what a nice time they had at the party, with only the faintest hint of a blush on both girls' cheeks to indicate that there might be a lurking memory of exactly what kind of fun they had. You bid them goodbye at the door, then eventually retire for the evening... to bed with your mother, where you fuck her a few more times before the two of you settle into sleep. One last birthday capper, after all!\n\nYou decide to give it a few days of space before contacting either of your friends, just to be on the safe side. You keep expecting to get a frantic text or call about 'Why am I a girl now?!' or 'Did we really have a foursome with your mom?!' or something, but it all seems pretty safe on that front. So eventually you give Keva a text, asking what she's up to. You get a very normal response... just seems like the same person you always knew, you think as the two of you chat. Probably fine to get together and hang out, then. ... And maybe more.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hang out with Keva.|QOFam4x5]]\n\n[[Hang out with Keva and Maya.|QOFamInc1x1]]

Hm. You wonder if it's against some sort of dog park etiquette to go to the dog park when you don't actually have a dog yourself? Oh well, if someone scolds you about it, you can just claim you didn't know, since you don't. You head off along the path... though you make sure to stay on the path, since you doubt everyone's entirely considerate about the numerous signs about making sure to pick up after their dog.\n\nIt is a very nice section of the park, quite scenic since there's no playground or exercise equipment to mess up the flow of things. You can see a number of dogs running around... many of them smaller ones, often running back to old people on benches. None of them particularly adorable-looking... dogs <i>or</i> owners, tch. Though you do see several more likely possibilities for cute owners to chat up (at least as far as them letting you pet their dogs) [[on the lower jogging path|GGDog3x1]].\n\nOn the other hand, it looks like there's a nice thick [[copse of trees|GGDog1x1]] that might even be connected to a larger wooded area... you figure it would be a much nicer, more secluded place to explore or relax than any area in the park would be, since most people probably don't want their dogs headed in there and getting lost.

"Hm, alright then." She rubs her chin briefly, then says, "I'd better check to see if there are any more patches you've missed, or if there are any other telling marks on your legs, which is sometimes where these things manifest. If you would, go ahead and take off the rest of your clothes."\n\nYou hesitate only briefly, before shrugging and standing up, undoing your pants. In the back of your mind you wonder why you're not more embarrassed, but oh well, you're not, so. You actually hear Dr. Davis gasp a bit as you slide your pants and underwear down and step out of them, your cock wobbling back and forth with just a hint of hardness seeping into it from the fact that, well, you're showing off your cock to a rather attractive older woman. Still, other than that quiet intake of breath and a faint blush on her cheeks, her expression is all business as she begins touching her fingers over the sides of your thighs and backs of your knees, leaning down a bit to look at your shins.\n\nOf course, your cock doesn't stay mostly soft for long, with her soft fingers rubbing over your legs and her head moving around pretty much right at the level of it, and her leaning forward giving you glimpses down her shirt. You notice that she twitches almost perfectly in time with the visible twitches of your cock as it slowly rises further and further, gradually getting thicker and longer and standing up. You can tell she's doing her best to ignore it, always keeping her eyes directed somewhere else on your legs. But all the same, you notice that her eyes will flick to it every so often, that her blush is growing more prominent, and that she seems to be taking quite a long time and going over the same areas she already has but with longer, firmer strokes of her hands.\n\nSo it's not exactly surprising that not long after your cock's achieved full hardness, she just rests her hands on your thighs and leans her head forward, sliding those pretty, glossy, full lips of hers over your cockhead and starting to bob her head and suckle, moaning softly as if it felt good just to do that. 'Reeeaally not sure what's going on but I'm glad it is,' you think dreamily, resting a hand on her head but otherwise letting her do as she likes. Hazel eyes roll up to look at you through thick lashes and over the rim of her glasses, staying on your face as she gradually takes more and more of you in. It's a much more experienced blowjob than any of the ones Cara gave you the last few days, even if a lot of hers were more eager after the first one. But Dr. Davis clearly knows what she's doing, tongue rolling and sliding over the underside of your pole with confidence, and even though she gags softly, she's able to push you into and down her throat much more smoothly.\n\nSoon she settles into a steady motion, stroking your lower shaft with one hand while bobbing her head over the rest of it, gulping and slurping with a strange but arousing mixture of eager sluttiness and medical professionalism while you moan and shift your shoulders. As your cock twitches and your balls tighten, she pulls back, opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out as she shifts to stroking you with both hands. Soon you're spilling a thick load all over her tongue and into her mouth, as well as onto her chin, some of it splattering over the lenses of her glasses and down onto her shirt. She rolls her tongue around before drawing it in and swallowing visibly... and just like that, it's like she snaps back to reality, her face going red and embarrassment stealing over her expression. Still, she tries to look in control as she clears her throat and leans back before rising to her feet, taking her glasses off and reaching for a nearby cloth. "Um... yes, well... everything seems to be... ... everthing seems to be in order down there."\n\nYou try not to snicker and instead get dressed as she cleans herself up as well. Though there are still some damp spots on her shirt by the time the two of you are finished, she once more seems to be completely composed as she finishes up. "Well, I'm not sure what your condition is, but you do seem to be in good health so I'll look into it a bit more. I have your information so I'll get in touch if I find anything, but, ah... if it gets worse or you start feeling ill, please get in contact with me. Here's my card," she says, handing you the small, stiff slip, then hesitating before clearing her throat again and adding, "I... wrote my personal number on the back. So you can get in touch with me at any time. If you need to."\n\nYou're still buzzing as you walk out of the building. Man, you've somehow completely sexually dominated one hot girl, and now the hot campus doctor apparently wants to fuck you too. If it weren't for the weirdness with your skin and teeth, it would all be coming up rainbows for you. Then you give an oof as someone suddenly moves in front of you, stopping you with a hand on your chest. You blink at recognizing just who. "Ah, Liam, hi."\n\nHe doesn't immediately answer, instead just staring at you intently for a few moments, then glancing up at one of the windows of the building you just came from. Then he gives a soft huff and nods. "Okay, made it in time. C'mon, you, let's go have a talk in my room."\n\nUh-oh. You wonder if you're finally going to be called out for stealing the pendant. And it turns out... kind of? But definitely not in the way you expected. "I'm turning into a <i>what</i>?!"\n\n"'Dragon' is not that hard of a word, Gwyn, I shouldn't have to repeat it," Liam says from where he's sitting on the bed, leaned back on his hands. He glances you up and down again. "A Black Harem Lord dragon, to be specific, a dragon that collects both wealth and servants." He pauses, then raises a hand and wobbles it. "You're still just a bit in flux though, not quite nailed down, you could still wind up going another way maybe. Scarlet Seducer or Crimson Charismatic maybe."\n\n"This is-" Before you can say 'crazy', you watch as pink scales spread across the line of Liam's jaw and down the sides of his neck, opalescent horns sprout from his forehead, and his raised hand is sheathed in scales with mother-of-pearl claws. "... a lot to take in." You switch to.\n\n"I mostly let you take the pendant on a whim, just to see what would happen, but also because sometimes it's good to inject a bit of new blood into the dragon lines. Still, if you're ever to have any proper standing once you've finished changing, you'll need to pay me back for the pendant... beginning your dragon hoard with treasure stolen from another dragon's hoard is a big no-no. Since I'm feeling relieved that I didn't wind up getting to you too late out of my own not paying attention, we'll call it something small... just what you won gambling the other night." He smirks at your frown. "The money, not Cara. You can keep what you originally brought to stake yourself and the rest in your accounts, and you'll be pretty well on the way to having a hoard of your own. I'll teach you how to hide your dragon-ness already, so you won't be all... splotchy... while you're changing. Then you can go on, do your own thing, heck, add the doctor to your hoard if you want, that'd solidify you as a Black Harem Lord pretty well."\n\n"... Let's say, just for the sake of argument, I wanted to do that," you say slowly. "How would I?"\n\n"Dominate her, obviously. Pretty much like you did Cara. Assert you own her while giving her a good hard fucking and you'll establish dominance... a dragon, even a partially formed dragon, is much stronger spiritually than a human, it doesn't take a lot to overpower them like that when they're receptive. Especially since you've already worked on a path of collecting money and power... humans are, in general, pretty drawn to both of those things, and some humans more than others. They can basically sense it on you. Or, you could just pleasure her without dominating her, revel in how much she wants you, how she'd do anything for you, that'd push you towards Seducer... urge her on and bend her to your will without out-and-out dominating her, you'd probably become a Charismatic."\n\nYou frown a little, still turning it all over in your head. "And if I don't want to be a dragon at all?"\n\n"Well I don't know why you'd want that, but I guess if that's what you really want. I'll take back the pendant and turn you into a human... you'd keep the money and maybe even your fresh aptitude for making more that way. I guess if you want a simpler, less outstanding life, go for that, it's your choice," he adds with a shrug.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pay him for the pendant.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Give the pendant back.|GwynLiam]]

"So anyway, you're gonna give me a present, right?" you chirp, now feeling positively giddy.\n\n"Er... present... right..." Tanya shifts in place, glancing around as if actually embarrassed. "Uh, I didn't really... I mean, uh... sure, it's your birthday and all." She coughs into one hand, then manages one of her usual smug grins... somewhat ruined by the fact that she's still blushing and obviously fighting the urge to squirm a little. "I mean, what would you want?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A naked picture of her.|QOFam1x10]]\n\n[[Money.|QOFam]]\n\n[[Pot.|QOFam]]\n\n[[A blowjob.|QOFam]]

Her eyes shoot wide open. "W-wait, no, don't!"\n\n"Why wouldn't I?" you answer as you shove the air pistol in your waistband and pull out your cellphone instead, unlocking it with your thumb. "I have a friend in the department I can call, even."\n\n"Please, please mister, don't!" she pleads, now seeming more desperate than just afraid, bringing her hands up and putting them together. "I'm on my third strike already, they said they'd put me away if I got caught again!"\n\n"Should've thought of that before vandalizing someone's house over a couple of pieces of candy you weren't entitled to anyway," you reply, half just because you're enjoying watching her squirm a bit after what she did.\n\n"I-I know, I know, okay?" She actually sniffles a bit. "But c'mon, man, don't call them, I'll do anything!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Relent a little.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Call.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Hm, "anything", huh?|BuddyPunks]]

You're definitely curious to see what it's like hanging out with... Kevin but a girl. Especially if what your mother said before is true. So you suggest getting together at her place, and Keva agrees, telling you to come on over.\n\nSoon you're sitting on the edge of her bed in her room, Keva nonchalantly on hands and knees in front of the TV looking through her disks for something for the two of you to watch. You can't help but watch her ass wiggle... she's wearing the same jeans she always has, so they're cut for boys and not exactly doing quite as much for her ass as they otherwise would, but it's still a kind of enticing look. So when she gets up and walks back over to the bed after putting a game into one of the consoles, you decide to exercise some of your newfound manliness and snag her wrist, tugging her around to straddle your lap instead as she moves to sit.\n\n"Hey, what're you doing?" she huffs, frowning down at you a bit as her cheeks color and she squirms on your lap, rubbing against your cock through the layers of denim. "C'mon, Jamie, you know I don't like guys."\n\n"You liked me pretty well on my birthday," you respond, actually giving her a fearless grin. Man, it's hard to believe your best friend turned into such a pretty, cute girl... who looks even cuter as her cheeks flush from your words unlocking the memory of the two of you having sex on your birthday. You doubt she remembers <i>everything</i>, since her jaw's not dropping, but she clearly remembers that the two of you fucked.\n\n"I mean, y'know... it's different," Keva murmurs bashfully. "Guys are guys and you're... you." Which you might be more insulted by if she didn't follow it up by leaning down and kissing you, her eyes closing as her tongue slips into your mouth. You close your own eyes and kiss Keva back, hands coming to rest on her ass and squeezing it through the boyjeans. Between your squeezing and the slight natural rocking of her hips that results, soon your cock is stiff under your pants, and you can feel Keva (possibly unconsciously) shifting to rub her pussy against it. Still, she obviously becomes aware at some point since she breaks the kiss and lets out a breathy, "Shit, you're big."\n\n"Mhmmm," you practically purr at her. Man it's good to be an incubus. Half. Whatever. You lift your hands some, guiding her to raise up onto her knees, where you unbutton and unzip her jeans, tugging them down. You glance down... and can't help but snort a little. "What are you wearing?"\n\nHer face flushes again, though this time her expression turns a bit annoyed, increasing her resemblance to Tanya slightly. "Same thing I always wear, dumbass," she half-growls, smacking your shoulder. "You know I don't go in for girly stuff ever."\n\nIndeed, with her jeans tugged down around her thighs, you've revealed the sort of boxer-briefs Kevin usually wears, now half slipped off one of Keva's slender feminine hip from the motion of pulling the jeans down, and the fact that they just don't fit quite right anymore. The blonde girl squirms a bit in place, looking a mingling of annoyed, embarrassed, and turned on, an expression that you'd have probably found daunting before your recent confidence boost, but now just looks super adorable.\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh well, they're coming off anyway!|QOFamInc]]\n\n[[Nah, those need to go. And get replaced.|QOFam4x6]]

"After we defeat Mordensi, what are you going to do? Come back here, to Mexico?"\n\n"God no, it's been miserable here," she replies with a huff, shaking her head. "It's way too hot for anything with fur to be really comfortable. The water doesn't agree with me, and there's these weird spiky black things in the jungle that do <i>not</i> like sharing their territory."\n\nShe shakes her head again before she continues. "I'm thinking that I'll probably head into some of the national parks. There's lots and lots of protected forests in the northwest United States and up into Canada. Maybe I'll run with real wolves... help them learn to avoid poachers and human areas."\n\nYou actually find yourself grinning. "A werewolf wildlife activist?"\n\n"I don't know that I'd go <i>that</i> far, a werewolf wildlife activist would be likely to get himself into trouble," she replies with a snort. "But helping some 'relatives' out and being free to be on my own, in a quiet, peaceful setting... that wouldn't be so bad."\n\n<hr>\n[[Other questions.|JaceWar1x9]]

Chuckling wickedly, you slowly stroke your cock with one hand, letting her stare longingly at it, her body trembling as her lust grows by the second. "I've decided," you say slowly, thoughtfully. "That I am going to fuck you and make you cum so hard that you die, meat."\n\n"W-what?" she whimpers, her eyes widening with horror, even as a blaze of lustful heat is stoked in them.\n\n"Yes... I'm going to pound your tight but otherwise worthless little asshole, and the pathetic slut that you are you're going to love it so much that your brain will overload and your heart will give out. That's how hard you're going to cum, pet," you continue, still stroking your cock, watching the trembling of both fear and arousal in her body increase. "Of course, right now I don't feel like stopping you, so if you decide to run, I'll allow it. But then you'll never, ever have my cock inside you again... certainly, you'll never get to have me properly fuck you. Or... you can get on your knees, with your face down, and spread your asshole for me so I can fuck you to death."\n\nYou watch as she whimpers fearfully, squirming backwards on the bed. Of course, it's a trick offer... not because you wouldn't let her run, but because you already know she's incapable. You owned her, body and soul, from the moment you shoved her face against her balls and rubbed her nose in them. She could no more refuse an offer to get fucked by you than cut off her own head! Which she proves as, whining softly, she rolls onto her belly and rises up to her knees, face pressing into the bedding as she reaches back with both hands, grabbing her remarkable ass and squeezing her buttocks, spreading them wide to show off her pucker in invitation.\n\n"Yes, very good," you rumble, slapping the underside of your cock lightly against her proffered asshole, making her gasp loudly as she instantly has a small orgasm just from that. "Now, beg me."\n\n"... M-master... master please, just-"\n\n"No. Beg me properly."\n\nThe Senshi groans lowly, rubbing her face into the sheets, before she looks over her shoulder at you. "P-please... please fuck me to death... please slam your hard god-prick in my worthless, pathetic meat-hole and make me cum so hard I die... I want to die on your dick... please fuck me to death, master, I want to die cumming on your big hard cock like the braindead, useless magical whore I am..." \n\nSneering, you place the tip of your prick at her spread pucker. "Well. Since you asked so nicely." Then you drive forward, burying yourself inside her with a single thrust, the Senshi's eyes instantly rolling up and her tongue lolling out, a completely brainless expression of pleasure warping her face from the instant you thrust into her. You can feel her ass quivering around you insanely hard and eagerly, her pussy literally gushing with every slight move of your hips as you begin to thrust.\n\n"Ssshhoo gooood, mashter fuckink me ta death shoooo gooooood!" she slurs, her whole body trembling with climaxes that just get harder and harder with every thrust of your hips, overlapping ones slamming her body each time your balls slap against her sodden, squirting cunt.\n\nDeciding she's been a good little piece of fuckmeat in the short time you've owned her, you decide to hasten her much-wanted demise. Grabbing her waist with both large hands, you start really fucking her, your hips slamming hard against her still-held asscheeks, your thrusts enough to drive her against the bed. Her eyes roll up almost completely and she lets out a long, continuous wail of pleasure, barely-sentient shrieks of "YESH! YESH! YESH! YESH!" mixed in with it. Until suddenly her whole body starts shaking violently, her cries cutting off with a gurgling, choking noise. Then she abruptly goes limp, her hands dropping away from her ass, her tongue dropping to lay out of one side of her mouth, her entire body shaking like a ragdoll with your movements.\n\n"Ha," you snort, fucking the Senshi's body through the last few spasms of its orgasm-induced death. When it's gone completely still, only then do you pull out and give yourself a few last strokes, contemptuously painting the immobile, naked form with your load. You step back, admiring the sight of the still, cum-smeared dead Senshi, its still slightly rolled eyes fixed and unseeing. There! One down, seven to go. One by one they'll fall to your masculine aura, and one by one you'll take their lives to make sure they can never again stand in your way! Hm, but first, what to do with the leftovers...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Put it away.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Leave it.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Make a servant.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Make a meal.|HLSenshi]]

The east wing is where the mall has chosen to group the entertainment types of stores. Everything from electronics to books to movies can be found here. You're pretty sure it's a leftover of some old attempt to divide the mall into 'districts' like a city, but that was when you were a kid and you honestly don't remember much from that promotion. But the tendency to group stores has persisted, and here's where you can find the places still hawking CDs in malls competing with each other from just a few doors down and across the walkway.\n\nAnyway, there's lots of places to look around over here. It looks like a new electronics place is having a grand opening... you don't exactly have the money to buy a new computer or anything like that, but it's always fun to look, and maybe get some ideas for Christmas. (Only five months away or so, after all.) There's the typical 'edgy teenager' store, which you feel perfectly justified in shopping in because you are, after all, a bit of an edgy teenager. (Not that you'd necessarily admit that's where you actually bought anything if you did in fact buy something from them.) There's the music store, which at least seems to be getting desperate to sell off its physical media and has brought them down to prices only half again as much as buying digital, to judge by the sale sign in the front window... still might be worth checking out. Of course, directly next to it is the outgrowth of the same chain that mostly sells movies and games... you've always kind of wondered why they didn't just rent a larger space and put them both together, but that's how they've got it. There's also a store that deals purely in cameras... you don't really need a camera since you have, y'know, a phone, but they can have fun electronic features to fiddle with anyway. And then there's the nerd store... you've pretty much given up on most American comics, but they do sell anime and manga too, as well as various fun toys and useless but amusing garbage.\n\nWhere to browse first...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Brightstar Electronics|GGME2x1]]\n\n[[Blazing Temptation|GGME]]\n\n[[First Son Music|GGME]]\n\n[[First Son Media|GGME]]\n\n[[Most Beautiful Photography Supplies|GGME]]\n\n[[Rebel Angel Comics|GGME1x1]]

You are so totally going to fuck these two, you decide, your tail lashing excitedly as you take off running again. Your excitement seems to lend you even greater speed, and within moments you're outside of town and in some woods, dropping the pair of stunned crooks on the ground. You quickly relieve them of the tactical vests and their masks, leaving them in just turtlenecks and multi-pocketed pants. One has thick, wavy blonde hair, the other black hair pulled into a ponytail, but both are quite attractive, you note happily. Improvising some bindings with bits taken from the tac vests, you bind their wrists behind their backs while they're still stunned.\n\nYou consider for a few moments, then leave the black-haired woman laying on her back with her hands under her, while pulling the blonde's ass into the air. She squirms, apparently starting to get her wits around her... just in time to give a squawk of outrage as you manage to undo the pants, pulling them down to reveal a rather cute pink thong and a round, generous ass. "HEY! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" she demands, adding a furious squeak as you haul the panties down around her knees as well, baring her smooth-shaven pussy. The black-haired woman's green eyes widen as she watches, from her upside-down perspective.\n\n"I'm going to punish you for your wicked ways, of course," you purr, the words coming easily in spite of your usual shyness. You grip her ass with both hands, rubbing and squeezing. The texture's amazing, so springy and perfect and holding its round shape every time you lift your hands away. \n\n"Quit that! D-don't you dare!" she demands in a rather breathy tone, squirming against the ground. But your enhanced senses can pick up the scent of arousal... apparently having her ass played with is getting to her despite her anger. "I swear I'll-!" She cuts off with a yelp as you deliver a firm slap to one of her asscheeks, jerking forward against the ground. \n\n"I told you, this is punishment, you'll just have to endure it," you assure her, before delivering another spank to her other asscheek. She continues to squeal and yelp, both in outrage and with a steadily growing hint of arousal in her voice as you gradually pinken her round ass. Her other friend squirms a bit on the ground, staring all the while, and your sensitive cheetah nose can pick out a decidedly more muffled but still present arousal scent from her as well.\n\nOnce you've spanked her ass to a dark pink, and left her panting and shivering, hands occasionally tugging futilely at the bonds on her wrists, you scoot back a bit and peel out of your bike shorts. The watching woman gives a rather shocked squeak of her own as your big red cock comes springing free of the tight black spandex, swaying around in front of you as you get out of the shorts. Moving back in, you grip the blonde's ass again, making her hiss softly before making a strangled noise as you start sliding your cock along the cleft of her buttocks. "W-what the hell, how... how big is that thing, that's-"\n\nShe gets her answer as you pull back, then start pushing your stiff prick into her dripping pussy. She makes a sound that's both somehow very hot and intensely funny, a sort of gurgling as her teeth grit and her eyes roll up just slightly in her head, her glistening pink spreading wide and stretched around your thick red shaft. "FFfffffuck!" she groans out, shuddering again as you just keep sliding into her, until you're hilted with your fuzzy hips resting against her smooth, well-spanked ass. "Fffffuck it's so big holy shit holy fucking shit it's big!" she gasps out, a constant litany of not-quite-pleading as you start fucking her, gradually picking up speed. And more speed, and more speed, especially when you hear her give a choked whimper and feel her pussy squeeze tight all along your length.\n\nGetting up on the balls of your heels, you squat into position, your tail giving you superior balance, the position letting you give longer, harder thrusts with just as much speed, until you're almost blurring a little as you fuck her. Her eyes have truly rolled up in her head now, drool running down her chin, body shuddering as she cums repeatedly from your quick, hard fucking. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer every time her pussy flutters around your prick, the fur of your balls gradually growing damp from smacking against her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Cum in her.|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Cum on her.|QOHPT]]

"This Carson, the one that's the leader of Mordensi's werewolf pack. When you mentioned him, it seemed like you...?"\n\n"Yeah." She sighs, running a hand over her rumpled hair. "Just like all of the other werewolves in that pack, Carson's under Mordensi's mind control. But he was still our alpha. He took care of us and looked after us. He was the strong one, and..."\n\nShe trails off, hanging her head. After a few moments, you awkwardly reach out, starting to rest your hand on her knee, then deciding on her hand instead.\n\n"You're the one who broke free. Seems to me that you're the strong one."\n\n"Thanks." She lifts her head and smiles at you a little wanly. "I know that must be tough for you to say. I guess I have some feelings attached to Carson... maybe he was the only bright point in that whole sorry mess. It's not quite romantic, and not quite family, but still." She rubs her hands over her thighs a bit. "I kind of hope we can figure out a way to kill Mordensi without hurting Carson. The other wolves deserve to be free of that control, too."\n\nYou're surprised to find yourself mentally agreeing with her, at least on principle. Again, you've been denied your freedom before... maybe that's a fate you wouldn't wish even on some monsters.\n\n<hr>\n[[Other questions.|JaceWar1x9]]

"This mind control... what was it like?" you ask slowly, doing your best to put a gentle tone in your voice.\n\n"Well. It's not like he was in my head all the time, controlling every single motion. But it was like this constant echo of it lingered after he'd given you a command." She shudders a bit in place, despite the warmth of the room. "It made you feel like there was no possible way to ever get away from him, like his eyes were always on you. When he'd give a command, it's like your body would start moving before you'd even thought about what he was saying, like it was pure instinct."\n\n"Can he control other people that way?" you ask, startled.\n\n"It seems like he can do it to any werewolf just by talking to them, or knowing that they're there and thinking at them. But other people, I don't think so. With humans I think he has to look into their eyes to make them obey him." She shakes her head. "Definitely never look into his eyes. You've probably heard that other vampires can stun or paralyze you with that... Mordensi can actually control you, make you do whatever he wants. He'd be in control of your will almost instantly."\n\nYou suppress a shudder. "How did you manage to fight it off?"\n\n"It's weird, one day I just started seeing the echo for what it was... not real power, just something lingering, left over from him putting the commands in my mind. I started ignoring it more and more in between the times where he'd actually give me orders. Then one day he sent me a mental command, and I realized I wasn't actually doing anything other than standing there thinking how much I didn't want to do it. That was the day I ran... I realized he had no mental power over me anymore, so I just ran as fast and as far as I could before he could try to exert it some other way, like by force."\n\n<hr>\n[[Other questions.|JaceWar1x9]]

"What is it like for you? Being a werewolf I mean. That is..." You cough a bit. "I assume you were human, before..."\n\n"Yes, I was." She nods, grinning just a bit. "Before I was bitten."\n\n"I guess it was... Carson... that bit you?"\n\n"Yes." The grin disappears, replaced by a resigned expression. "Mordensi would occasionally charge him with expanding the pack after something got a few of the wolves killed. He said Mordensi would tell him to go out and find strong and capable warriors. Apparently werewolves that have attained Alpha status can actually smell which humans would make the best werewolves."\n\n"I guess Mordensi got more than he bargained for with you, since you were able to overcome his control."\n\n"Hey, yeah." She smiles again, though it's a little sad now. "But he never allowed the pack to actually breed. Maybe he didn't want it getting out of hand, or to wait for his warriors. Or maybe he thought we'd fight harder to rebel if it was to protect our children. Anyway..." She shakes her head. "As for what it's like being a werewolf... it changes you, yeah. You don't just get the urge to turn fuzzy when the moon's big, it's like this whole other animal <i>feeling</i> wraps around your brain and settles in. It changes the way you think and feel, what's natural to you. For instance, I'd be perfectly happy ditching this shirt and walking around nude, even if it was to walk out onto a crowded street."\n\n"Er..." You feel a blush threatening again, and clear your throat. "But you asked me for the shirt..."\n\n"Well, yeah." Now she grins, eyes dancing, apparently delighted at having gotten a rise out of you. "Because I knew you'd feel all weird about it if I didn't. We're not so completely out of touch with our human minds that we forget that we're <i>expected</i> to wear clothes around other people."\n\n"... I see." You try to look like you're pondering the meaning of her talk about werewolf mentality, and not picturing her trotting about, cheerful and constantly naked. Partly to get the distracting image out of your head, you move to a less pleasant subject. "Not to be insensitive, but I've killed werewolves before. They were always slavering beasts, trying to kill anything smaller than them they came across. You're the first one to talk intelligibly, it's partly why I actually replied to you. Before, only one was ever verbal, and all he ever said was 'Die' and 'Meat'." You pause, then add, "I think there might have been a 'fuck you' in there too, come to think of it."\n\nShe snickers, despite her expression looking pained. "Some people can't take the animal in their minds. They break under it and the animal winds up in control, instead of mingled with you. They either can't get over the strange urges and feelings that conflict with their lives up until then, or they become drunk on the physical power and freedom the form offers. Not to sound sexist, but males seem to be more prone to that than females. I guess two masculine urges to assert dominance and reproduce are more than some of them can take."\n\n<hr>\n[[Other questions.|JaceWar1x9]]

You really didn't come all this way to see Keva buy what amounts to a pair of briefs and a tight tanktop. After a glance around though, you think you have an idea. Luckily your mother's been showing you a few tricks with demon powers... nothing too expansive, just certain ways to 'nudge' people. Not Keva in this case, actually, her you physically snag by the wrist and start tugging towards one of the other sections.\n\n"Huh? Hey, I actually kinda like these, where are we-" Keva blanches as she sees the racks of thongs on hangers. "Dude! No way! I told you I-"\n\n"Hi, can I help you?"\n\nKeva's mouth clamps shut and her cheeks actually color a little. You knew Kevin's type when he was a guy... pretty, wholesome, big boobs, brown hair, ponytail. (Gee, what a coincidence, a lot like your mom.) Looks like that hasn't changed much, since Keva falls rather naturally into giving the employee a smile. "Hi," she says, with just a bit of dreaminess.\n\n"Yeah, my friend is looking for something really cute and feminine in the lingerie area?" you say cheerfully, ignoring it as Keva shoots you a quick death glare. "Could you help her out with some suggestions and finding a fit?"\n\n"Oh, sure thing!" the cute employee chirps, reaching out to take Keva's hand and drawing her along in the same direction you were. "Let's get some options and then get you in the dressing room and stripped down." You wonder if her enthusiasm has anything to do with the reaction you could see she had to you, nipples stiffening and skin warming. You're kind of starting to get used to that, though.\n\n"Uh... okay, sure, I guess," Keva answers as she's dragged off, tossing you a glance that's somewhere between the earlier death glare, gratitude, and a plea for help.\n\nA few minutes later, you rap on the wall to the side of one of the curtains. "Hey, how's it going in there?"\n\nThe employee emerges, smiling at you. "Oh, we found something really cute that fits perfectly!" She pauses and gives a quick glance around, before leaning in and whispering, "We're really not supposed to let boyfriends into the dressing room, but I feel like you deserve an exception."\n\nBoyfriend, huh? Exception, huh? Trying not to feel too smug, you slip through the curtain as well, immediately spotting Keva posing a little awkwardly in front of a mirror, hands on her hips with one hip jutted out a bit, back lifted. The underwear is definitely, unmistakably girly... it's bubblegum pink with lace around the waistband and bottom of the bra. The bra has thin straps that leave most of her shoulders bare, and the cups of it (also trimmed lightly along the top with lace) lift her breasts up prominently to make them look slightly bigger, at least with nothing covering them. The panties are a thong, the waistline and back fairly thin even for one of those, the framing of her hips and the pink slipped between her buttocks emphasizing their feminine curve and roundure. She almost immediately spots you in the mirror and whirls around, spluttering a bit before hissing, "Dude, what are you doing in here?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Thinking we should buy those."|QOFam]]\n\n[["Imagining a cute dress to go with those."|QOFamInc]]\n\n[["Getting a blowjob."|QOFamInc]]

Nah... just how interesting could it possibly be? So it's a costume party and they're gonna get wine drunk, big deal. You make your plans, head out, and spend an utterly unremarkable evening over at your friend Leslie's house playing console games and complaining about everyone who's not there. It's pretty boss.\n\nWhen you return the next day and dump your backpack in the hallway, your parents quickly converge for the standard hugs and welcome backs... but then they linger. Why are they lingering, what gives? They exchange a few glances, then your mother clears her throat. "So, Cyan, I know that you may not like a 'last to know' sort of thing, but we really only confirmed it late yesterday anyway so it wasn't absolutely certain until after you'd left."\n\n"Uh... huh?" you prompt, glancing back and forth between the two.\n\n"See, we sort of arranged last night's costume party for our friends with a duel purpose. If we heard back and it was negative, it would just be a normal costume party, but if we heard back positive..." Your father continues.\n\n"... Iiiit would be a <i>reveal</i> party!" your mother squeals happily, throwing her hands up.\n\n"Reveal? Reveal what? Wait, positive, you mean... er, you're saying-" you stammer, your head whipping back and forth between them a bit more urgently.\n\n"You're gonna be a big sister!" your mother adds exuberantly, hopping forward and throwing her arms around you tightly.\n\n"... Yaaaaaay," you coo, managing to muster up some enthusiasm for your voice as you put your arms around her and pat her back. 'Fuuuuuuck.'\n\nYes, fuck. Fuck indeed. Because it's not like the annoyance even takes nine months to arrive... first you've gotta put up with your mother being moody and emotional, never feeling like doing any of the things you usually do together, and lots of other minor nuisances, until the nuisance minor shows up. And then oh, isn't that a gas, sometimes literally. Because even if the kid isn't screaming all night (which at least there isn't as much of as you'd expect... at first), there's still the toys (that are <i>not yours</i>) everywhere, the rearranged schedules, and of course all the stuff you've gotta do to help out because what are you some sort of basic bitch that doesn't help out? No instead you are the tired and frustrated bitch who helps out and constantly suspects the silent and deep judgment of your parents for not being absolutely thrilled about it every time you change a poopy diaper. Honestly as she gets older it seems like she gets louder... and more mobile, which means that the inconvenience and disruption are now basically all over the house... <i>three times</i> you've forgotten about the baby gate on the stairs and almost cracked your fool head open tumbling over it in the dark!\n\n'Disruptive cute little snot,' you think with a sigh as your sister toddles up to you waving one of her plush toys excitedly. As is expected, you accept it, kiss it, and hand it back, to which she squeals and goes running off to find another one. 'But it's fine, in three months I am out of here and Mom and Dad can handle you on your own. Actually that also goes for three hours from now,' you think blissfully, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.\n\nThen you jump a little as you hear a car pull up outside a bit faster than normal, and footsteps rushing up and inside. You stand hurriedly as your mother and father come rushing inside. "Mom, Dad, what is it, what's wrong?"\n\n"Ah, sorry, dear, we're in a hurry but don't panic," your mother says as she turns to you, putting her hands on your shoulders. "Your grandmother's come down with the flu and we need to get out there ASAP to take care of her. You're going to need to stay here and watch Violet, we don't want her catching the flu too."\n\nYour jaw drops. "But... I...!" Your mind reels between the absolute unfairness of the situation you've suddenly been placed in and the guilt that you're upset about it considering what the situation is. "Do you both need to go?! Can't one of you stay and-"\n\n"Sorry, dear, but you know how that drive is. Oh, I'm sorry, you had a thing tonight, didn't you?" she says with a sigh. "I'm sure there'll be another one sometime soon, honey, in fact when we get back you can have one here, okay?" With that she turns and rushes upstairs.\n\n"... You can't have 'another' party to celebrate the very last day of high school being over," you mutter miserably to yourself, sinking down to sit in the chair... and wincing as all the sudden chaos and high emotions finally gets to Violet and she starts wailing. 'Great.'\n\nShe doesn't particularly calm down for the next several hours, either, despite all your efforts to ease her worked-up state... of course part of the problem is probably that you're upset too. What exactly is there not to be upset about? Your grandmother's sick, you're missing a party you've been looking forward to for months, and this sweet little angel of your own flesh and blood is miserable, and also she <i>won't shut up about it</i>. It is seriously damaging your calm, and having calm is sort of necessary to calming her, so your best efforts aren't even having their best effect.\n\n"C'mon, c'mon, shush shush shush," you coo as you walk back and forth, rubbing the wailing baby's back gently. "C'mon, I've got your favorite music on the TV, look at all the soothing colors, look at 'eeem, I've fed you, I've rubbed you, c'mon." Keeping as much stress out of your voice as you can is almost impossible, however, because the longer she cries the more upset you get about all the rest of it as well as just the noise eroding your mental state. It's enough to make you remember a certain movie with a certain (not particularly talented) young actress in your position making some rather grandiose statements and winding up face-to-Area with the embodiment of hair rock.\n\nHonestly you kind of feel like saying the phrase. You know the one...\n\n<hr>\n[[Nah.|GGLilSis]]\n\n[[Maybe not the SPECIFIC phrase...|GGLaby1x1]]

"HAU!" Mary barks as she immediately drops to sit on her heels, curled hands raised up beside and above her boobs.\n\nYou leap to your feet on the bed, shaking a finger scoldingly. "Bad succubus! Bad! No raping Master without permission!"\n\n"Hauuuuu," Mary whimpers, hanging her head, the huge cock she'd grown drooping pitifully. "I'm sorryyyyy, Master. You were just so super cute I got carried away."\n\n"There there." You leap lightly down from the bed with a little flutter of your wings, then pat her on the head. "Master understands. I <i>am</i> super cute now, after all," you muse aloud, cupping your chin thoughtfully. Then you point dramatically at her. "But! Mary! I'm still your Master and I'm still King! The Demon King, Succubus King, take your pick! And you know what that means!"\n\n"Yes! Of course Master! Obviously I know what that means!" she answers eagerly, head snapping up and one hand shooting upwards into a salute. "Just to check, what does it mean, Master sir!"\n\n"Well obviously it means-!"\n\n<hr>\n[["-I do the raping around here!"|QODK]]\n\n[["-I'll decide when cute femboys get stuffed with futa cock!"|QODK]]\n\n[["-that femboys like pussy too!"|QODK]]

Even as you're realizing that at least one of those words wasn't the one you meant, you're feeling the glow of magic overtake you, turning your whole body to tingling, excited, squirmy light. You can feel your body rapidly reshaping... not by all that much, mostly compressing here and there, but definitely an all-over thing that's happening so fast and so thoroughly and feels so good that you can't concentrate on all the details. Instead in mere moments you're feeling that 'pop' sensation, left with a body that feels light and amazing and a mind full of confidence and smarm, for some reason. Still, the surprise was a little unsettling, so you take a look down at yourself... seeing a very slender body that despite its flat chest covered by a black top which bares your flat feminine belly, and little short-shorts that hug your sleek feminine hips, as well as showing off the lewd tattoo high on your crotch, you can barely take time to notice the new wings sprouting from your lower back or the long, spade-tipped black tail flicking through the air. "U-... uwah?!" you squeak, then clap both hands to your mouth at how sweet and girly the sound came out. Which then leads to you patting your hands over your face, and then your hair, which is long and pale grey tipped with black, with two parts drawn up into sidetails and bound with black ribbons. "I'm... I'm a girl!" you wail, hands shooting down to your shorts and undoing them... then blinking as that reveals an obvious bulge inside shiny black panties. "Oh. I'm not a girl. ... I'm just... ... super cute."\n\nYou blink a few times, then smile and strike a little bit of a pose, lifting one of your booted feet off the floor. "Hey! I'm super cute!"\n\n<img src="images/SuccuKingJamie.jpg">\n\nPutting your hands on your hips and puffing out your chest smugly, suddenly filled with an overwhelming pride, you declare, "Well, it's not exactly what I was thinking at first, but I'm super cute and I can feel lots of new powers awakening! I think this is actually pretty cool, don't you, Mary?" At the complete lack of response, you blink. "Mary?" You look over towards her, then eep at what you see.\n\nMary is steadily starting to loom over you, hands raised in a grasping motion, eyes wide and sparkling, mouth open wide in a smile of utter desire, some drool actually running out of the corner of her mouth. "Toooooooooooo cuuuuuuuuuuute!"\n\n"Eep."\n\nBefore you know it, Mary's snatched you up and is racing through the castle, holding you over her head like an item she just got in a Zelda game. You're left curling slightly, hands tucked in close to your chest, mostly just in shock that sweet, largely subservient Mary has suddenly transformed into a lustmonster. ... Well okay so she was <i>literally</i> always a lust monster but still! She stops before one of the tower rooms and tilts you as she literally kicks in the door, the bare room suddenly manifesting a large bed in a puff of purple smoke a instant before she tosses you onto it with an audible <i>pomf</i>. You quickly scramble up to your knees, naturally sitting back on your heels with your hands pressed to your thighs. "Mary! What are you-"\n\n"Heeeh. Heeeeeeh. Heeeeeeeh. Masterrrrrr..." Mary huffs, eyes still alight, that rather crazed smile still in place. "Master's become... so cute that I can't stand it! Master's become a perfect succuboi... a cute otoko-no-ko... the deadliest trap... I can't hold back anymore! And you knooooow what happens to cute femboys when they're paired with a succubus!" Mary moves her hands to the tiny little bikini bottoms she's wearing and pushes them down... and implausibly, a shaft massive enough to cast a shadow across your face springs up from it, leaving you staring up at it wide-eyed.\n\n<hr>\n[["... Eep."|QODK]]\n\n[["... MARY, SIT!"|QODK5x2]]

"Wait, Leslie, please!" you say urgently as you stand up, reaching out to take gentle hold of her upper arms. "Listen, hey. Do you trust me?"\n\n"... I don't know, right now," Leslie murmurs, glancing away.\n\n"Hey." You gently turn her head back by cupping her chin, leaning in to kiss her softly. "You trusted me the other night, right?"\n\n"... Yes," she allows with a small sigh, bobbing her head.\n\n"Then gimme a little more trust. I just have a really good feeling about Grey, alright? I dunno why but I think if we do right by her she's gonna do right by us." Then you grin. "Besides, she's <i>really</i> hot, you'll like her."\n\nLeslie's quiet for a few moments, then huffs. "Fine." Then she glances down. "But I'm gonna go put on some pants."\n\n"Fair enough," you answer, finally rezipping and buttoning your own as she turns to walk off. Not long after she returns wearing her own pair of jeans, there's a knock at the door and you head over to admit the tall, toned woman, who proceeds to stroll into the living room as if it were her own. "Leslie, this is Grey."\n\n"... Hi," Leslie murmurs, eyes a little wide, cheeks just a bit pink. You're not sure if it's because she's agreeing with your assessment that Grey is really hot, or your assessment that Grey is obviously a werewolf. \n\n"Hi yourself, nice ta meetcha." Grey gives Leslie that wolfish grin, then shrugs out of her jacket and tosses it aside. "So, Cyan here tell you I'm a werewolf?"\n\n"Yeah," the petite tomboy admits, bobbing her head. "I'm not sure if I believe it, though."\n\n"Oh yeah? Cyan believes, though." Grey chuckles, then glances at you. "Or have you started havin' doubts?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You believe.|GGHH12x9]]\n\n[[Proof would be nice.|GGWW]]\n\n[[Does it matter?|GGWW]]

"I really hate that the first thing I ever did was be a bitch to her, you know."\n\nYou nod absently, neck brushing against the collar of your suit. Distantly you think Maya looks very nice in her dress, standing in the corner of the church, watching people file in.\n\n"Didn't really expect her to wind up being my best female friend ever. Maybe just my best friend. She never once held it against me that I was mean to her, even at the start. She was so happy to be friends with me. Always smiling, never a bit of shame. She got put in that foster home, she still smiled. That place turned out to be crap, she had to go to an actual orphanage, still smiling, always finding a bright side. Always talking about how much she loved being with us, how much she was looking forward to marrying you and settling down to be normal."\n\n"Mm." You clasp your hands, glancing down at your highly-polished shoes.\n\n"'I'm Jamie's girl, being normal is great'. 'Just your average girl, but I'm Jamie's girl'. 'Just your everyday girl who's gonna be a wife and mother'. Heh, some of the other girls thought she was out of her mind always going on like that," Maya says with a grin, glancing down as well and shifting in place.\n\n"Yeah."\n\n"... She'd have survived that crash if she was still a succubus," Maya says, expression and voice going flat. She lifts her head, looking at you with cold eyes. "... You're a piece of shit, Jamie."\n\nYou give a simple nod of agreement as she turns and stalks off. You mechanically turn your head towards the adult making his way over.\n\n"My condolences, young man. I was the young lady's caseworker. I haven't seen that much of her since she entered the system year before last, but I did try to check in occasionally, and she mentioned you." He takes a breath and huffs it out. "Since Marie had no relatives whatsoever, I thought I'd ask your opinion. We do a very simple gravemarker in these cases, but there is room for a line. Something significant to the two of you, perhaps?"\n\nYour mouth curls up just slightly in a mirthless smile. Yes. Yes, you know exactly what it should say. So that every time you see it... every time you think of it... you'll know exactly whose fault all this was.\n\n"Yeah. It should say, 'Just a normal girl'."\n\n<b>Jamie's Succubus</b> End - <i>Dying is normal too</i>

"Yeah... yeah, I think that'd be cool, a good long visit like that," you answer, trying to keep your voice even.\n\n"Alright, dear, text your brother and let him know. I think he wanted to pick you up after dinner tonight if you were up for it!"\n\nWell, you can definitely say you're up for it, since you have to shift a little to keep your hardon from being too obvious in your jeans. You head upstairs to your room and take out your own phone, texting Will 'I'm good for staying with you for the summer, after dinner pickup is okay'. You set it aside and start working on packing, a minute or two later picking it up again as your text tone sounds... and flushing brightly at the image attachment of your brother sitting in his computer chair, legs spread and pants open to show his mostly-limp prick spilled out of it. 'Better save room at dinner since you'll be eating this on the way back.'\n\nIt's all you can do not to just whip your cock out and jerk off then and there, but you focus on packing... may as well save up as much as you can, it's going to be a long summer! You can almost taste and feel the anticipation bubbling up in your throat as you go through the motions of dinner and managing to discuss potential activities for the summer, very few of which you doubt you'll actually get to. When the doorbell rings your cock immediately goes stiff in your pants, and you have to spend a moment with your hand under the table shifting it before you can get up and follow your parents over to it. There's rounds of hugging and goodbyes, and then Will and you are in the car, zipping off towards his apartment.\n\n"Looking forward to this summer, bro?" he asks cheerfully, glancing over with a casual grin.\n\n"Y-yeah," you murmur, squirming in your seat.\n\n"Me too. See?" he adds, reaching over to snag your hand and pull it into his lap, pressing it to his hard bulge under the denim. He continues driving without a care in the world as you give a soft moan and start rubbing and squeezing gently. "Yeah, he's looking forward to spending the summer with you too."\n\nAbout halfway to the apartment, Will pulls the car off onto a little rest area beside the highway and turns it off, switching off all the lights. Then, in an easy, practiced motion, he undoes his fly with one hand and pulls you over and down with the other. You obediently open your mouth and let him guide you onto his cock, gulping it down eagerly, giving it all the tonguing and sucking you've been imagining giving it for the last two months. You shiver in fear and arousal every time there's the sound and flash of other cars zipping by only fifteen feet away or so, oblivious to the fact that in the darkened luxury car a teenage boy is eagerly sucking off his brother and gulping down his load. \n\nOnce Will's finished spending his cum into your mouth, he urges you back into his seat and does himself up, then resumes driving, now with a slightly smug air. There's silence now, but thick with the promise of intense sexual escapades to come, making you quiver in need in your seat. You practically want to jump him and slam your ass onto his cock the moment you're in the elevator, but as you're walking into the building he says, "Oh, I got you something. It's upstairs, on the coffee table, I think you'll enjoy it."\n\nYou blink. A present? Momentarily derailed from your one-track train of thought, you now wonder what he could have gotten you as the elevator rumbles and shudders upward, coming to a stop. As Will slides the gate up, you grab a few of your bags and set them inside, then hurry over to the center area with the couch where you first... well. You stop at the sight of the large slab of a coffee table, and what's on it. Is that...\n\n<hr>\n[[... sex toys?!|QOBro]]\n\n[[... a camera?!|QOBro]]\n\n[[... a pair of panties?!|QOBro]]

"I mean, do you really think they'd go for that?" you ask, squirming a little. "I mean besides it being just me and them maybe not wanting to do that, there's... well, you, and wouldn't they think that's weird?"\n\n"Oh honey, between my aura and yours and teenage hormones I'd expect either of them to be ready to strip down and get on all fours even if we didn't try to do anything else, but trust me when I say that we'll get to the fun very quickly."\n\nBlushing, you send off messages to Kevin and Maya asking them to come over to your place. Once home, your mother snags you by the hand and leads you to part of the living room, tugging one of the armchairs to face the entryway with surprising ease, then turning back to you and pulling off your shirt.\n\n"W-wait, you want me to...?!"\n\n"May as well darling, I told you that we'll be getting started right away," your mother says cheerfully as she unbuttons and unzips your pants, bending forward a bit to shove them down, and sneaking in a quick, deep kiss as she does, tongue slipping into your mouth to roll around. By the time she straightens up from pushing down your pants, your cock is stiff and jutting in front of you. She giggles and gives it a few strokes, then gestures. "Have a seat, honey, from here you can enjoy the show."\n\nYou settle into the chair a little nervously, squirming at the feel of the fabric on your naked body. The 'show' starts immediately, with your mother peeling out of her shirt and letting her tits drop free... they're not as big as they are in her other form, but they're still large and firm for her age, and your cock throbs a little at watching them hang and sway as she undoes her jeans and wiggles her ass and hips out of them. She struts a bit in front of you as she collects both sets of your clothes and carries them down the hall, returning a moment later and resting her hands on her bare hips. "I must say I'm so excited, dear, your birthday is turning out to be a lot of fun for me too! Your friends are just adorable and while I don't find them as attractive as you, I've wanted to fuck them both for awhile now."\n\n"I'm sure Kevin would be happy to hear that," you mutter, fidgeting a little more.\n\n"He'll be ecstatic. Oop," she says as the doorbell bongs. "That will be Maya!" She turns and, still completely naked, pads over to the door, bare ass jiggling a bit with her steps. She opens it up to reveal Maya, who's smiling and starting to open her mouth in greeting when her eyes widen at the sight of your mother's naked body. Before she can rally or say anything, however, your mother leans in and covers that open mouth with her own, rather obviously thrusting her tongue into the teenage girl's mouth. One arm slides around Maya's middle (bare due to the short t-shirt she's wearing) and tugs her close, while the other hand slides down the front of Maya's black cutoffs, stroking and rubbing shamelessly. You stare with wide eyes and throbbing cock as Maya stays stiff with shock for several moments, before practically melting against your mother, moaning audibly into the kiss, her hips bucking and twisting at your mother's teasing of her pussy.\n\nYour mother continues to make out with your childhood friend for several moments, right there on the welcome mat with the door open. Her hand slides up Maya's back and beneath that shirt, making a few quick motions, and somehow Maya's bra just... drops right out. You're not sure that's even possible but it's either succubus magic or female magic and both are pretty foreign to you. Your mother pulls back from the kiss just enough that her tongue is visible sliding around Maya's lips and entwining with the younger girl's own tongue, then breaks it completely to smile and pull off Maya's shirt, baring her perky C-cups. Maya's face is flushed, lips parted as she breathes hard, her eyes slightly glassy as she makes no protest at being steadily stripped naked right there on the porch, your mother kneeling to strip off the goth girl's shorts and help her out of her slipons as well. While still kneeling, she smiles up at Maya... then pushes two fingers into the girl's pussy, making her gasp loudly as her clit gets tongued. After just a few thrusts, though, your mother slips her fingers out and stands, giving Maya a little nudge on the shoulder. "Go suck Jamie's cock, dear."\n\n"Yes ma'am," Maya replies in a breathless tone, padding over towards you as your mother shuts the door behind her. Maya stands in front of you for a few seconds, pert tits rising and falling with her hard breathing, looking at you almost worshipfully, before sinking to her knees and leaning in. One hand wraps tentatively around your pole, then starts stroking you adoringly, while she leans in to drag her tongue up the underside and swirl it around the head. You let out a loud moan of your own at the feeling... and at the sight of Maya naked and on her knees in front of you, obviously consumed by lust as she sucks at the head of your cock. You glance at your mother, who's smiling indulgently... until there's a knock at the door.\n\n"Don't get up!" she says with a giggle, turning back to the door and opening it. Kevin's reaction is much like Maya's, and of course in that moment of shock your mother moves in, sliding her tongue into his mouth to french him right there on the doorstep, pressing her tits up against him as she draws him in close. One of her hands undoes his jeans and fishes out his stiff prick (which, you can't help but be just a little smug about, is now smaller than yours), starting to stroke it and pump it in the late spring sunshine. You watch your mother making out with your best friend, working his prick with the practiced, perfected motions of a seasoned whore, then look down at Maya licking over the head of your own prick with eager, rolling strokes.\n\n"M-Mom, I want..."\n\n"Yes, dear?" your mother asks, lifting her head and glancing over her shoulder at you, Kevin looking as lust-fogged and short of breath as Maya did.\n\n<hr>\n[["I want Kevin to suck me off too."|QOFam4x2]]\n\n[["I want to fuck Maya."|QOFam]]

As the wolves in your pussy and ass push in, knots swelling as they let out inhuman howls and start gushing cum into you, the one in your mouth pouring his own monster-sized load down your throat and the two at your sides giving you a hell of a cum-shower, you let your mind go white with the pleasure, losing any and all focus, just riding through the waves of climaxes as your body twists and bucks amidst the massive, furry fuck-machines you've created.\n\nWhen you come to your senses, you're laying sprawled on the grass, your body covered with cum, and still more of it dribbling out of your pussy and ass. You look around a little blearily, but see no sign of the wolves... and yet you hear snarls and howling from not too far in the distance. Pushing yourself to your feet and heedless of your naked, cum-dripping state, you make your way to the front yard to see what's happening.\n\nThat turns out to be quite a lot of werewolves running about the neighborhood... actually, it looks like more than there were originally, just at a quick glance. Well, not all of them are running around... not those who have caught people. One has hold of the legs of a cute young teenage girl dressed as Princess Jasmine and is pounding into her pussy through the tear in the crotch of her harem pants, stuffing her young pussy full of glistening red werewolf cock as her eyes roll and her tongue lolls. Another is nearby pounding the ass of what must be a father who was taking his kids trick-or-treating, only scattered candy pails and a few shreds of costume giving any indication of their presence. As you watch, the pair of werewolves throw back their heads and howl, jamming their knots into their victims... who quickly begin to swell and grow. The pretty little Jasmine outfit shreds to pieces as the girl's muscles swell and enlarge, big furry tits spilling out of the tattered top and a pointed red cock tearing through the front of the harem pants, the hermaphrodite werewolf snarling and clawing the ground, obviously eager to finish being knotted so she can bound off and find someone to slam her cock into. The assfucked father similarly swells and grows, turning into a fine, fit example of a dark-furred werewolf, the other male pulling out of his ass and obediently opening its muzzle as the transformed parent turns, stuffing its glistening red canine cock into that waiting maw and fucking it briefly. Then both males separate and bound off, no doubt eager to find more humans to rape and transform.\n\nYou can see that a few of the houses have already had their doors smashed down, and you can also faintly hear screams and howls in the distance... not just from this street. The sounds of sirens and other noises are far off in the distance as well, though some are growing nearer. Cautious, you step back and into the shadows of your house, watching as a police car pulls up and a male and female officer come spilling out, brandishing their pistols. Whether drawn by the sound or the blatant display of aggression, though, they attract every wolf in the immediate vicinity, who descend on them in a vast pack. The bullets that strike torsos and even a head don't so much as slow the werewolves down, the cops helpless as their uniforms are shredded and a pack of horny male and futanari werewolves descend on them, the pair of humans disappearing into the frenzy of fucking furry forms. When the gangbang is done, the wolves just dissipate... no humans left, though you've little doubt there's now another male werewolf and another hermaphrodite werewolf amongst them.\n\n"Well, you've really managed something big, huh, Myistress?"\n\nYou jump a little, then grin down sheepishly at Zane, raising a hand to tap at your cum-smeared cheek. "Oops?"\n\n"Eh. Things do tend to get out of hand on full moon Halloweens. Something like this was inevitably going to happen one day," the cat acknowledges, shrugging his feline shoulders, then continuing, "I could have wished it was something other than dogs, but oh well. But really this works out well for you, Myistress!"\n\n"Um?" You look out at the scene in front of you... which you can't help but find intensely arousing... then back at him. "Really?"\n\n"As the originator of this werewolf curse, you're completely immune. But every werewolf that spawns from it will lend you power. Why, if we open a few portals to other continents and send a handful of wolves through, it could go worldwide! You'd be the wickedest witch of all, and ruler of the entire planet! Of course, you might be lacking in conversation for a little while... but eventually the wolves' offspring will learn to speak and do some minor reasoning again, and you can afford to wait. With all that energy you'll be immortal... and able to command the loyalty of every werewolf on Earth!" He pauses, then flicks his tail. "Or, you know... you could try to come up with a countercurse and end it all, leaving it as some weird incident that will be covered up and whispered about for years."\n\nYou consider... briefly. Then you look a few doors down and across the street, through the large picture window of one of your neighbors, where you can see the whole family that lives there being gangbanged by werewolves, thick red cocks stretching asses and pussies, knots swelling and getting ready to pass on their heavy, transformation-cursed loads. Your hand wanders down to stroke your pussy a few times, before you grin down at Zane.\n\n"How about instead, we go inside and you turn back into a catboy, and after we have some fun you can start teaching me that portal spell."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HollyWitch1axEnd]]

"So you said that the leader probably won't be a Beastman, just someone that was able to get control over them, right?" you ask Kama.\n\n"Yeah, whoever it is prolly took over one tribe and then more started flockin' together," Kama agrees, nodding.\n\n"So what if we challenge that one guy for leadership?" you suggest. "That way we can just <i>tell</i> the Beastmen to give us their stuff!"\n\n"That's not a bad idea," Liyal says thoughtfully, tapping her chin as she looks at the water where the vision was. "Primitive, undeveloped tribal people almost always have brutish, short-sighted rituals like 'combat for leadership'."\n\n"Pft, not just that sort of people, <i>my</i> tribe did it too, y'know," Kama declares proudly, puffing out her barely covered chest.\n\nThe other three of you stare at her for a moment (four if you include Wick) before turning back to each other. "It could work, yes," Meridia says thoughtfully. "But how do you know we can beat them?"\n\n"If it's a one-on-one fight I'm sure at least one of us can manage," you assert. Something in the back of your mind notes that you shouldn't assume this world has some GM balancing the combat encounters to make sure they're fair, but you brush it off. You've got this, for sure! "Besides, we basically got cheated out of the chance to become royalty by being teamed up with crappy groups, right? This is our chance to become royalty on our own terms!"\n\nThat apparently convinces the others, since they all perk up, any misgivings they had vanishing off their faces. The lot of you do a quick bit of discussing, before climbing onto your horses and making your way towards the city. Meridia finds an old paved road that's mostly been turned up by grass and roots, but is still a little clearer than the surrounding forestjungle and obviously heads right towards the city. As you approach the pair of guards, both wearing little more than gold bands around their arms and thighs and colorful loincloths, Kama roars out, "Challenge! We come to issue rite of challenge!"\n\nBoth had started to point the long, cruel-tipped spears they were wielding at you, but Kama's yell makes them falter a little, now seeming hesitant. They take a glance at each other, and the deer-like beastman on the left says, "What? Challenge?"\n\n"Yeah, we're here to show we're tougher than your leader! Take us to 'im, or ya gonna let the world think you're led by a wimp?!" Kama sneers, smirking in a slightly practiced fashion that says she might have done this before.\n\nBoth of them bristle at that... well, in the case of the parrot-like guard, he poofs up in a way that's more adorable than threatening. But almost immediately they turn and start marching into the city, yelling out, "Make way! Make way, challengers for the king! Make way!"\n\n"Well, it seems to have worked," Meridia notes as you all ride along after, the light crowds of Beastmen parting, staring up at you as you pass (some gaining rather obvious reactions to the party of scantily-clad female adventurers now in their midst). "I just hope we can actually pull this off."\n\nThe 'throne room' looks more like it used to be a temple, a large, single-room building at the top of a lot of stairs, with an altar outside of a sufficient size and length that you figure this civilization had several other things in common with the Aztecs and not just their architecture. Inside there is a large throne, flanked on its sides by a handful of slightly more elaborately-garbed Beastmen (and one human?). Sitting on the throne is a very large, very muscular lion man, a golden crown settled in amongst his fiery red mane, his powerful chest completely bare, body covered only by some bracers, shin guards, a red cape, and a red loincloth that, with his legs lightly spread as he sprawls on the throne, shows off a very impressive bulge beneath the cloth.\n\n"I thought you said the leader wouldn't be a Beastman," you hiss to Kama as the four of you enter the throne room, having left your horses at the bottom of the stairs.\n\n"I said 'usually'," the Tiefling grunts in reply. "Y'know what 'usually' means, doncha? 'Most often but not always'?"\n\n... Ow. You didn't think INT scores could go into the negatives but after being rebuked by Kama you kind of feel like yours did. As your group approaches, the apparent Beastman King rises to his feet, throwing his cape back dramatically as he does.\n\n"Who are you, and who have you come to challenge?"\n\n"... Er, you don't know who we're here to challenge?" you can't help but ask.\n\nHis yellow eyes narrow. "This is a proper kingdom, small invaders, with a full royal court! Any member of the court may be challenged for their position! Myself, the Master of Coin, the Master of Magic, the Master of Spies, the Master of War, or the Master of Slaves! Announce the name of your challenger and who you wish to challenge!"\n\n"..." You open your mouth and hold up a finger, then glance at the others. "... One second, your majesty, we need to prepare a little bit."\n\n"What?!" he near-roars. "What is the holdup?!"\n\n"Well, you had all the time where we were coming through the city to prepare for the challenge, right? But we had to actually ride and travel through the city right before so we're not as prepared," you say in a reasonable tone. "We should have at least as long as you had to get ready, don't you think?"\n\nYou weren't necessarily expecting it to work, but the lionman actually seems mollified, folding his muscular arms over his chest. "Very well then, prepare yourself."\n\n"Okay, guys, huddle," you say more quietly. At the others' blank looks, you sigh. "Come in close and lean in so we can talk without being overheard."\n\n"Ahhhhh," the other three say in near-unison, before gathering around and leaning in.\n\n"So whatta we need to discuss? We're challenging the King, right?" Kama asks.\n\n"Don't be hasty," Meridia cautions. "It's possible we could profit off of this without needing to topple the sovereign."\n\n"If we took one of the lesser positions, we wouldn't have to worry so much about the people immediately rebelling," Liyal adds. "After all, this guy is obviously extremely... popular," she murmurs, eyes flicking towards the lion man... or, you're pretty sure, towards his loincloth. "Taking over something like the Master of Coin would let us get rich without so much responsibility."\n\n"Ennnnh," Kama murmurs, clearly nonplussed.\n\n"What do you think, Cyan, what should we do?" Liyal asks.\n\n<hr>\n[[Challenge the King.|GGWar4x2]]\n\n[[Challenge one of the Masters.|GGWar6x1]]

"Let's go ahead and take on the king," you assert. "I didn't come all this way to take up a desk job."\n\n"A point," Meridia allows. "But which one of us should face him? He doesn't look like a magic user so I or Liyal would have that advantage over him, but if he were able to properly close range with us we'd be in trouble. You or Kama would be more of a physical match for him."\n\n"Man I'd love to fight that guy," Kama muses, taking her own glance at the lion man and rather blatantly licking her lips. "But I wouldn't wanna steal a fight from any of you guys. Y'know, if you wanna push your own limits an' stuff."\n\n"Who should go?" Liyal just straight-up asks you, the other two (and Wick) looking at you as well.\n\n<hr>\n[[Liyal.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Meridia.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Kama.|GGWar]]\n\n[[You.|GGWar5x1]]\n\n[[A ringer.|GGWar4x3]]

"Away," answers Samara simply, bare shoulders shifting in a small shrug as if it were really no concern of hers.\n\n"I mean, where'd you send her?!" you demand, frowning.\n\n"Iunno, somewhere. Oh, I sent all the other girls that harass you away while I was at it," she adds, beaming, before giving a small frown and tapping her lower lip. "And a few of the boys."\n\n"What?! Why?!"\n\n"Because I told you, I came here to take care of you!" she replies with a sunny smile, putting her hands on her hips. "And frankly, as hot as most of them were and as much as I'm sure you'd enjoy fucking them, most of them were volatile and just going to be way, way more trouble than they were worth. So, poof, gone!" she adds, looking contented. At your stare, she glances away, then rolls her eyes and shrugs. "Okay, <i>maybe</i> I wanted to spend a bit more time with you without them distracting us too. So what?"\n\n"Samara, you've got to bring them back!" you insist.\n\n"First of all, don't make demands, I don't <i>have</i> to do anything," she replies, poking her tongue out and tapping you on the nose. "Second, how can I bring them back if I don't even know where I sent them?"\n\n"You really don't have <i>any</i> idea where you sent everyone?" you say with a sigh, rubbing your face.\n\n"I mean, I wasn't thinking about it particularly hard, I just flung them 'away'," she explains with another shrug. Then she lets out a huff. "But if you really, absolutely feel the need to go and get them, there might be a way."\n\n"Really?!"\n\n"Yes. I sent them somewhere random, but really there's no such thing as 'random' for magic like this. I sent them somewhere that was probably passing through my mind, even subconsciously, at the moment."\n\nYou frown. "So how's that help us, if it was actually in your submarinescience and you don't know?"\n\nSamara opens her mouth, closes it, stares at you for a second, then shakes her head. "... Well. You and I are connected now... for better or worse," she adds in a mutter, before resuming at normal volume. "It's possible that if you take a guess as to the sort of place I might have sent them, you'll intuitively be guessing as to where I sent them. I can then send us there, and probably wind up in the same geeeeneral area where they wound up. We'll still have to look for them, but."\n\nMan... this new fiancee-\n\n"I'm <i>not</i> a fiancee!"\n\n"I asked you to stop that!" You fume for a moment, before sighing. Man, this new <i>person</i> you've discovered sure has proven to be a lot of trouble, despite how much you like her. Unable to help grinning some and shaking your head at her flustered but pleased smile, you continue thinking. Okay, okay, where might she have sent the girls? And, like, maybe some of the guys? Think, think!\n\n<hr>\n[["China, maybe?"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Did you send them to Hell?"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Maybe... another planet?!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Somewhere... contradictory?"|FRanX33x2]]\n\n[["... Home."|FRanX]]

"Oh my, that's a good vocabulary word, pet, I'm proud of you," Samara coos, reaching out to pat you on the head as you give her a flat look. "But what do you mean?"\n\n"I dunno, just seems like something that would've made them harder to find, like... somewhere close, but also really really far away?" you offer, uncertain you really understand what you're thinking yourself.\n\n"Hm. Somewhere close but also incredibly far away," Samara murmurs, bringing a hand up to cup her chin and stare at the floor. Then she blinks a few times, understanding dawning in her eyes. "... Ah. Ah I <i>sense</i> it now. I get it! I briefly sensed it on the subsconscious level before, but now I really <i>get</i> it! Oh very good, pet, very very good!" She giggles softly, covering her mouth with her fingers, looking at you with sparkling red eyes. "Oh we're definitely going after them! You couldn't stop me from going after them now!"\n\n"O-okay, sounds good?" you agree, unable to help your confusion.\n\n"Just hold on, this'll take a while, especially since I need to do this right to get all of us there properly," she murmurs, raising her hands and pressing them against thin air, which begins to glow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Okay, take the time you need.|FRanX33x3]]\n\n[[No, c'mon, hurry!|FRanX]]

She sounds pretty serious, so you nod and keep quiet, just watching. Samara closes her eyes in apparent concentration, the glow where her hands are touching nothing gradually increasing, flickering around the edges, little flickers of other colors beginning to permeate the golden light formed there. Slowly, bit by bit, you can see more distinct shapes forming there. Is that... programming code? You think you've seen some stuff like that in various movies about hackers. But as the glow increases in size and space, the programming code gives way to ones and zeroes... or more like, a steadily larger plane in front of Samara where everything seen through it seems to be made up of ones and zeroes. By the time it's taller than you are and a little wider, sweat has broken out on her brow and she's panting slightly, her hands dropping as if they were overly heavy. "I can't keep it open for long, let's go!" she declares, grabbing your wrist and hauling you through after her.\n\nThere's a brief sense of being in freefall and seeing something that looks like the inside of a computer, and then the very strange but somehow unmistakable sensation of being put back together in cubes as a ray of energy sweeps over your body, reassembling you in midair. Both you and Samara catch yourselves in a crouch and stand quickly, looking around the semicircular room and locking on the strange silver and vaguely cannon-shaped device lit dramatically by blue light from below that dominates the center of the room.\n\n<img src="images/Digitizer.png">\n\n"What the heck is that?" you blurt, eyes wide. "Did we come out of that?!"\n\n"We did, but only you went into it," Samara explains, smirking a bit. "Don't you remember... Eric?"\n\nThe moment she speaks the name, the thoughts and memories that had settled beneath the surface of your identity as Ranma come rushing back to the forefront, almost making you stagger. You still remember being Ranma... you remember <i>being</i> Ranma, seriously, everything about his whole life that had been included in the programmed identity... but now you also remember your life from before you ever took this stupid tour and foolishly volunteered to get Digitized. "Holy shit!"\n\n"Not hardly. But yes, you're an altered human, and I'm a programmed character... but I was able to use this thing to let me retain almost all of my abilities from the sim, as well as unlock many of the ones available to you. Though we'd better do a test, quick, try to change to girl form," she urges.\n\nYou blink, then nod and make a conscious effort to try and change. You quickly find yourself shrinking in height and expanding in other ways, your hips and chest expanding as your shoulders slope and hair shifts to red... though your chest's a bit bigger than it was before. "Uh..."\n\n"Probably some bleedover from the 'default' character that you could have played," Samara supplies, apparently still able to read your thoughts even in the real world. Then both of you whirl around as a man in a white coat rushes in, flanked by a pair of large men in body armor and helmets. Samara doesn't hesitate, flinging a hand out, the guards disappearing in flashes of multicolored flame and the man in the coat sent flying backwards, thumping against the wall hard and hanging pinned there like an insect.\n\nYou scowl at him. "Hey, I know you, you were the guy that put me in there in the first place! Then you just went off and left me after turning me into a... 'slutty girl', huh?!"\n\n"Oh shit," he whispers, his eyes wide and glasses askew as he stares at you, then at Samara, before shouting, "Emergency! We've got a Deviant and a Rogue working in concert! <b><i>Deviant and Rogue working in concert</i></b>, scenario A10, mobi-!" Then he cuts off with a wheeze as Samara twitches her fingers slightly.\n\n"Don't bother, the moment you came charging in here I cordoned off this space, we're running at high speed and the entrances are blocked with a correspondence field," your devilish fuckfriend declares, smirking at the pinned man. "We've got all the time in the world to deal with you."\n\n"What about the others?" you ask, frowning as you look over at her. "Akane and Ukyo and whoever you sent away? I mean, did they actually come here?" You know now they're technically fictional, but it's hard to shake your worry for them considering how very real it was up until now. Besides, if Samara can be 'real' now, doesn't that go for them too?\n\nThe red-eyed girl looked like she was about to say something, but hesitates, then purses her lips and nods. "... Yes, you're right, we should find them. I likely did unknowingly access some kind of system backdoor and send them out, that's probably why this one was practically on top of us when we came out despite the simulation running at much higher speed than the real world. It's possible they immediately went running off since they likely had no idea where they were. But if they didn't, they might have been captured. We can interrogate this one, or we can hurry after them... I'll leave it up to you, my Deviant," she adds, flashing you a smile and a wink.\n\n<hr>\n[[Interrogate the Digitizer user.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Hurry along.|FRanX]]

"I mean, is there any reason I can't just go ahead and go on down anyway?" you ask thoughtfully, lowering your hands.\n\n"Hm, well, no, I guess not," Rudy admits after obviously thinking it over. "Keeping Santa a secret is really more of a guideline than a hard and fast rule. Especially for parents, since a lot of them suspect something's up in the back of their minds anyway, if they have Nice kids like Brenda does."\n\n"Good! Because I think it's time Brenda got something Nice under her tree too," you chirp, trading leers with the reindeer before you scramble up onto the chimney and hop down. After the now familiar drop, you stoop and step out of the fireplace, grinning at the look of shock on Brenda's face where she's sitting on the couch.\n\n"Wh-who are you?!" she yelps, obviously too shocked by the obvious impossibility of you coming down the chimney to leap right to screaming and calling the police.\n\n"Well I may not look it, but I'm Santa Claus, Brenda!" you reply cheerfully, patting the bag that's conveniently appeared beside you between both of you blinking. You smile brightly as you continue, "You've done such a good job with your kids that every single one made the Nice list, so I've brought them lots and lots of wonderful presents!" Then you let your smile turn into a leer as you pull down the front of your pants with one hand, letting your cock spring free and wobble in the air, fat and heavy and already starting to bead with pre. "And one very big present for you."\n\nBrenda is obviously still stunned as you make your way over to the couch, her limp hands letting the quilt fall away and revealing the rather delightfully snug Christmas sweater she's wearing. Shamelessly stepping up onto the couch and planting your boots on either side of her (it's fine, Santa never leaves tracks!), you brace one hand on the back of the couch and use the other to start rubbing your thick prick all over the shocked woman's face. "Mmm, I know how long it's been since you've had one of these," you coo at her as she gasps and shudders, her face rapidly flushing, lips parting, her panted breath washing over the base of your shaft and your balls. "So don't you worry, Santa's going to stuff your stocking veeery thoroughly. You always did love sucking cock, didn't you, Brenda?"\n\n"I... I..." Finally she seems to give in, letting out a moan and rubbing her face up against your prick. "Oh God, yes, I love it."\n\n"You did such a good job sucking your first one that it would have put you on the Nice list, if you'd still believed in Santa then! But don't worry, Santa believes in you, and that wonderful mouth of yours. So open up," you encourage her, drawing back and aiming your shaft at her lips.\n\nThere's barely any hesitation before Brenda opens her mouth wide, tongue lolling out and dark brown eyes rolling up to watch you as you slide over her tongue and between her lips, pushing into her mouth. She quickly closes her mouth around you and begins sucking and licking eagerly, with all the pent-up cocksucking desire of three long, dickless years. Moaning joyously, you continue feeding your cock between her lips and down her throat, Brenda swallowing you eagerly, throat bulging visibly as your fat shaft pushes down it. Soon you're pumping away energetically, Brenda just as energetically swallowing and gulping around you, tongue and lips working your shaft, a bit of drool slipping free to be smeared around by your balls slapping her chin. Your tits shake when you thrust like a bowlful of jelly, and Brenda's own jiggle somewhat less enthusiastically but still noticeably beneath her red and green sweater. It's not long before you're thrusting forward and pumping the first few gushes of yuletide cheer right down her throat, before pulling back to glaze her tongue and the inside of her mouth like a Christmas cookie.\n\nYou pull back after a moment, and without a word you move to sit down on the couch instead, Brenda leaping to her feet and quickly squirming her way out of the mom jeans she's wearing. Her barely-trimmed bush is soon spreading open around your fat Santa-shaft as she straddles her lap and lowers herself onto you, draping her arms around your neck as she settles astride you. Reaching around to grab hold of her generous ass, you begin urging her on as she starts riding you, sweater-clad tits bouncing and slapping atop your own cleavage. "That's right, sit on Santa's lap and tell her what you want for Christmas!" you urge.\n\n"Oh, oh Santa, I want your big jolly dick!" Brenda gasps out as she bounces on you all the more eagerly, slapping herself against your satin-clad thighs. "I want lots and lots of your cum and I want it deep in my horny pussy!" she continues pleading like the good little MILF she is. "I'll be nice or naughty or whatever alllll year as long as you fuck my brains out like this!"\n\n"Ho ho hoooooooooo!" you groan, squeezing her ass and thrusting up against her as you begin spilling another load inside her well-traveled but still grasping cunt. Still, that doesn't stop her, she continues to ride you eagerly, apparently meaning to make up for lost time now that she gets to sit on Santa's lap. You squeeze at her ass, or her hips, or her waist in turn as she laprides you, your load getting churned into a thick mess, as well as the one after it, as she just keeps pounding herself down on your fat fuckstick. \n\nEventually though she tires herself out and winds up slumped against the corner of the couch, panting and barely conscious, eyes half-lidded and head slumped limply against the backrest, her legs spread wide and showing the complete and utter cum-smeared mess that is her once cock-starved hole. You graciously cover her with the quilt (wouldn't want the kids to see that first thing if she doesn't wake up before they do), then head over to arrange the presents under the tree, whipping up a handful more for Brenda, mostly a wide array of very interesting dildos (such as the horse one) so that she can entertain herself for the rest of the year if she still can't find time to date. Saluting the now sleeping MILF, you dash away back up the chimney.\n\nAt the next house you arrive at, Rudy smirks as you walk up. "I think you'll like this one in particular. A pair of twins, David and Danielle, who juuuust barely still have a hint of believing in Santa. And both were on the Naughty list."\n\n"I thought Naughty kids didn't get visited," you ask with a quirk of the brow, closing your eyes and focusing your Santavision. Yup, there they both are, fifteen or so and blonde and rather pretty, tucked away in their single beds in the same room. (Hm, still sharing a coed room at fifteen? You're surprised that you don't find any records of <i>that</i> kind of naughty.)\n\n"Well apparently you've changed the policy on that!" Rudy says with a snort, dark eyes twinkling almost as much as his nose. "And they really are cute, hmmm?"\n\nGosh, you're going to have to figure out some way to thank Rudy for his thoughtfulness! You're sure there's some big-titted reindeer gal you can assign to share his stall back at the North Pole when you get there. Hm, but speaking of tits... should you make sure that David stays asleep while you plunder his cute sister's virginity in return for some lewd presents? Or, well... they have both been naughty!\n\n<hr>\n[[Just Danielle.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[All naughty teens get their stockings stuffed with pole!|HollyXmas]]

"Ah... I mean... if I'm gonna do lewd stuff, I think... the first person I'd like to do lewd stuff would be with... you," you murmur, blushing and looking down.\n\n"Awwwww, Master is totally the sweetest!" Mary coos, clasping her hands and doing a happy twirl in midair. "And I did say that I was too small for most fun stuff... but not <i>all</i> fun stuff," she adds, giving you a tiny smirk. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"\n\n"I... think so," you reply... blushing again as she disappears her outfit, now hovering naked in front of your face. You reach your hands up to cup under her, allowing her to settle onto her knees on them and bringing her to your face. "I guess so," you add, grinning a bit again as she leans forward to kiss you... or, well, place a kiss on your lower lip.\n\nYou'd feel a little awkward kissing her entire face, not that you don't feel a little awkward with the whole situation, but... well, if you're going to be the hax isekai protag of a hard ecchi story, you're gonna hafta get over that! So you lean in and, after only a brief hesitation, stick out your tongue to give Mary a lick. Specifically the front of her chest, feeling your tongue slide over those big-tiny breasts. She lets out a squeal of giggles that's mingled with a moan, wiggling herself against your tongue and actually rubbing her hands across it, an interesting sensation to be sure as you try out a few more licks. You slide the tip of your tongue along her flat belly and up between her tits, before giving her whole front a few more broader licks, feeling her small body lean into your strokes as you lightly coat her with your saliva.\n\nAfter a few moments of that and some pondering, you tilt your head back and gently urge her forward, Mary eagerly clambering forward and settling herself to sit between your lips, her tiny but luscious legs draped to either side of your chin and her small hands pressing to either side of your nose. You start wiggling and flicking your tongue all over her... well, pretty much the entire area between her waist and thighs, Mary squealing and wriggling around as she rocks herself against you, doing her best to grind her tiny plump pussy against your relatively huge tongue. You're somehow very aware, with the lewd feeling of her pussy rubbing against you and her cute little butt grinding against the tip of your tongue, that it actually wouldn't be that hard to shift her around a bit and swallow her in a few gulps. That's definitely a strange feeling... part terrifying, part empowering, and maybe, maybe just a tiny bit arousing.\n\nYou're fairly sure Mary's had several orgasms by the time she squirms herself out from between your lips, at least to judge from the rather sweet little bursts of flavor you got several times. "Ahhhh... whew, I'm starting to feel empowered already, Master! Let's do some more! ... Heheh, I'd like to open your pants for you, but alas! Maybe have a seat under that tree and... whip it out for me?"\n\nAgh, she's so sultry and cute, even when... maybe especially when... she's so tiny! Blushing again, you nod and move to the tree she indicated, settling under it and messing with your pants to free the aching stiffness you'd felt... then your eyes widening as it springs free. "Uh... Mary, did you make me... bigger?" you squeak.\n\n"Eheh~, well, not like directly, it's more of a side effect of all your enhanced stats, Master! Super constitution, plus charisma, and, well!" Giggling, she flutters down, lightly landing on your likewise larger balls, her tiny toes and the balls of your feet pressing against them. Her weight's negligible enough that you doubt it would be a problem even if you didn't have superheroic damage reduction or whatever, but your thoughts on that are thoroughly distracted as Mary wraps her arms around your cock and starts writhing purposefully and with great glee against it. It's significantly bigger than she is, and yet that just seems to egg her on, and the part of your brain that isn't melting with the strange pleasure of having a tiny, very eager, very skilled girl rubbing herself on your prick can feel every stroke of her big-small breasts, her stiff nipples, the licks of her tongue and strokes of her hands as she works herself against it. Looking down at her, watching her move her body against it almost worshipfully, has you feeling lightheaded, especially once she lifts her legs and wraps them around it as well, grinding her dripping pussy against you as her wings beat, working herself up and down along your length.\n\n"M-Mary, this feels... really weird and really good," you moan out, biting your lower lip and leaning your head back briefly, before once again looking at your little tan succubus stroking and working her whole tiny body against the underside of your pornworthy prick.\n\n"Heheh~, sometimes those are the best sort of lewds, master!" she coos back, sliding all the way up to your cockhead and stroking her fingers around the underside of it, her tiny tongue teasing at the hole in the tip, making you squirm and moan even more at the strangeness of it. She seems to be treating it like she would another girl's pussy, flicking her tongue and rolling it around, teasing the top and swirling around the sides. You mmmf! as she actually pushes a finger in and strokes a few times, giving you a wicked little smirk before she slides back down. Perhaps realizing she's already brought you close, she settles to straddle the base of your balls, grinding her tiny, dripping cunt against them as she rocks herself eagerly against the base of your cock, grinding her tits into it as she moves herself. "C'mon, Master, do it, cover me, give me all your cum, hot glue me like a slutty anime figure!"\n\n'Wut?' you think distantly, before you're overcome by your orgasm. Maybe it's more intense because of the weird way Mary brought you up to it, or maybe it's because of the sheer amount of cum that you can apparently produce now. But it does indeed spurt out, flying upward before raining back down, coating your own prick but also, of course, splattering all over Mary. She squeals happily as gush after gush of your cum washes over her, looking more like gallons of thick white goo to her tiny body, splashing across her tan skin and blonde hair until she's at first coated with a white glaze of it like a little donut, and then completely and utterly coated with white, nothing but a wriggling little succubus-shaped googirl made of jizz.\n\nPanting, you stare at your handiwork... then blink as it starts to slowly expand and grow. Mary quickly becomes distinct again as she apparently absorbs your cum and grows outward, her proportions not changing though her size does. Soon she's straddling your lap, grinning at you... she's still not 'full size', which had her as rather taller than you. In fact you think that her chin might be about level with your belt if the two of you were standing. But just as before she's still proportioned like her old self, with (relatively) large brown breasts, full round rear, and luscious legs. She mmms and stretches out her wings. "That... was really good!" she declares.\n\n"Ah... you grew a lot just from... that," you murmur, blushing again.\n\n"Welllllll, it <i>was</i> our first time, Master!" she replies with a happy giggle, leaning in and kissing you much more thoroughly this time. You mmf softly and kiss her back, returning the swirl of her tongue... her mouth is definitely still smaller than yours, but clearly the two of you can manage now. She settles back onto your lap, giggling again. "I'll probably gain power a bit slower after this, so it'll still be awhile before I'm back to full, but you giving me your very first lewds of your adventure was definitely a big jump start! Plus it made me really happy," she adds a bit more bashfully, leaning forward to wrap her arms around your neck and cuddle in against your front.\n\nBlushing, you wrap your arms around her and pull her in closer. "... I'm glad. I definitely want to make you happy, Mary. ... ... It's kind of a bonus that being a perv makes you happy."\n\n"I know, right?!" she replies with a laugh, sitting back onto your lap. She hmmms. "I'd really like to continue on with this but I can't help but feel we'd get interrupted by a random encounter. Maybe we ought to head for a town or something." Her scarce clothing reappears on her body, and after a moment her horns, wings, and tail pull back in as well. "There. Now I can pass for a Halfling."\n\n"Oh, um, but don't you-" Your train of thought is briefly derailed as Mary casually and methodically tucks your cock back into your pants and does them up. "... I mean, won't you hate having to hide what you are again?"\n\n"Ehhhh, not the same, not the same," she declares, waving off your concern as she gets to her feet. "This is just me choosing to hide a little bit of my nature, not having to pretend to be something I'm not entirely. ... Look it's different to me!" she asserts, puffing out her cheeks as you grin at her.\n\nDeciding not to nitpick, you get to your feet as well and the two of you set off. It's fairly easy to find a road and pick a direction, walking along as the birds sing and insects buzz. You're not certain what to talk about, but Mary keeps up a string of chatter, talking about how she's looking forward to you getting to be all badass and lewdass and other things as the two of you encounter new situations. It has you embarrassed and a little squirmy as you go along, but she quiets down a bit as a town comes into view... well, you assume it's a town, it's bigger than you think a village would be, and has several fairly large wooden buildings. As the two of you approach, you stop one of the people on the street to ask where you are, getting through most of your question without realizing that you just stopped a pretty peasant girl with big boobs with just a thin plain blouse over them and a dress that oddly highlights her hips and legs despite covering them. Maybe you're gaining confidence?\n\n"This is Tharsdale," she explains, giving you a quick look up and down and Mary a slightly more dubious one... but only slightly, she must be used to adventurers. A suspicion confirmed as she continues, "The Adventurer's Guild closes early today, so you've already missed it," she continues, nodding to the largest of the town's two-story buildings as she rests her basket on one round hip. "But if you want to get an inn room there should be most of them open. Or if you're after one of the houses that's been built for well-off people such's yourselves, the Officiator's office over there is where you'd wanna go," she continues, gesturing with her free hand to one of the smaller, but somehow more opulent-looking, buildings. \n\n"Thanks," you say, Mary chirping out a "Thank you~!" as well before the two of you head for the inn, since the sun's already starting to go down. The innkeeper doesn't even bat an eye at the two of you, simply explaining the rates for per-night stay and if you want meals with that. The two of you settle down to eat, waited on by the innkeeper's rather cute daughters, with a handful of other adventure-y looking sorts. You'd probably be more thrilled to be sitting in an authentic adventurer's inn surrounded by authentic adventurers, but admittedly, most of your thoughts are on what happens when you get to go upstairs with Mary.\n\nThoughts that don't have to wait much longer than the two of you getting inside the inn room to start materializing. Mary turns and has your pants open in a flash, barely having to lean forward to slide your cock into her mouth, her blue eyes rolled up to look at you as she slides effortlessly down the whole length, despite it bulging up her slender throat obscenely. You moan loadly, resting a hand on her head and bracing the other against the wall as she sets to work, her tongue twisting and working over you in ways that barely even seem possible. Rather than just disappearing her clothes, this time she wiggles and squirms out of them, giving you a view of her slipping them off since all you have to do is, well, look down. Doing your best to oblige as well, you try to think enough to shed all your own clothing while she's standing there bobbing her head, round butt jutted out just slightly from her position. About the time you manage to squirm out of your boots, you also start pouring a load down her throat, Mary greedily gulping down every last spurt before leaning back, your cock sliding back out of her stretched lips and wobbling clean in the air.\n\nThe two of you practically run to the bed, Mary giggling happily as she hops up onto it on her back. You settle to your knees beside it, once again taking a few moments to adjust to... and appreciate... the view of a curvaceous and generously-proportioned girl a little over half your size. Well, your tongue's not as big in comparison as it was earlier, but to judge by the way she tries to wrap her legs around your head and fuck herself against your face while moaning loudly, the size of it is still plenty pleasing, letting you cover most of her pussy with every lick. "Why do you taste so good?" you can't help but murmur as you lap at her plump pussylips.\n\nShe giggles again. "'Cause a succubus can taste like what she wants so I made myself taste like cherry blossom honey!" You pause briefly... then practically attack her pussy with your tongue, making her squeal and buck on the bed, as well as letting out a delighted laugh.\n\nSoon though you can't wait anymore, and draw up, pressing the tip of your cock between those plump pussylips. Shivering, you push forward, unable to help letting out a moan of "Mary you're so <i>tight</i>!" as you push forward, spreading open her pussy around you.\n\n"Hnnnnnh, I look forward to being back to full size but this is sooooooo good too," Mary moans for her own part as you push into her. "You're sooooo big inside me at this size, Master, it's the beeeest," she whimpers as you grip at her round hips and start pumping into her. Squirts of her fragrant juices spurt out every time you pump into her, with apparently no room for them in her Halfling-sized pussy once your enhanced cock has pushed in. You lean forward a bit more on the bed, lifting her ass off the edge of it so that you can get a better angle, feeling your balls slap against her round, generous little ass as you fuck her, both of you getting steadily louder. For the first time in your life you really don't care if you're bothering anyone else with your noise, and being embarrassed about being heard doing lewd things is the furthest from your mind as you make lewd, perverted love to Mary, not holding back on finally pumping a heavy blast of cum deep into her womb considering the number of times you've felt that tight little passage flutter and squeeze around you.\n\nAfter several more goes the two of you lay slumped on the bed, Mary laying on top of you, head tucked in against your neck as she nuzzles. <i>That was wonderful, Master, I'm so glad we came to this world. And that you decided to be lewd.</i>\n\nYou blink a few times, looking down at her, then tentatively... well, thinking outward. <i>Was that you?</i>\n\n<i>Of course, Master. Now that we've finally made love, our connection is strong enough for telepathic communication. I am your familiar, after all.</i> She yawns in the middle of her thought, then gives your neck a little lick, making you shiver. <i>So, tomorrow's our first full day in this world of adventure, what do you want to do?</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the Adventurer's Guild.|QOAW2x1]]\n\n[[Buy a house.|QOAW1x3]]\n\n[[Fuck that cute peasant girl you met earlier.|QOAW]]

"I'll have a 'Jersey Devil' shake, I guess," you decide. Cherry and chocolate do sound really good together, after all. \n\n"Alright then! This will actually be the first time I've made one for a customer," Tandy confides as she bends down to open one of the storage compartments, tits jiggling and nipples showing stiffly through the fabric as she straightens up holding a frosted milkshake glass and a metal tumbler. "Oh, don't worry, it's not the first one I've made at all," she adds, apparently having noticed your dubious expression. She smiles as she slides the ice cream door open and snags a scoop. "It's just that to preserve the proper flavor and look is a slightly intensive process. Please be a little patient with me."\n\nIndeed, once she's scooped several large balls of the red-and-brown splotched ice cream into the tumbler, she carries it over to the back counter and spends a few minutes carefully measuring out little dribbles of what look like, well, milk, but from different containers. Only once all of that's been carefully added does she add a generous splash of actual milk and tuck it under the mixer, holding onto the tumbler as the machine whirs (and sending almost imperceptible tremors through her tits and ass... geez, she's gonna have a lot of horny guys getting fat off of milkshakes at this rate). You do have to wonder just what the big deal is that requires all this preparation... until she finally pours the tumbler into the (still) frosted mug and it comes out still red-and-brown splotched instead of a solid reddish brown.\n\n"Whoa," you murmur in an impressed tone as she snags a straw.\n\n"I think you'll like it," she says cheerfully, pausing as she's about to put the straw in. "Oh dear, I actually forgot to ask if you wanted this here or to go. While obviously I'd rather you drink it here so I can hear your commentary, I really won't keep you if you'd rather drink it at home."\n\n<hr>\n[[Drink it here.|GGCandy9x3]]\n\n[[Get it to go.|GGCandy10x1]]

Visions of furiously masturbating teenagers dancing in your head, you turn and head up the stairs, already completely untying your altered pajama pants as you go. You let them drop to the floor of the hallway as you head towards Madelyn's room, letting your thick, stiff prick wag in the air ahead of you as you ease the door open. She's still going at it, once again laying on her back, legs spread wide and one hand between them, the other twisting and tugging at one of her nipples. She doesn't even notice you until you're at the side of the bed, and her eyes go wide, mouth opening and closing in shock a few times as her brain struggles to reconcile the presence of a stranger in her home with the fact that the stranger has large tits and an equally large cock, and is dressed so seasonally that she actually squeaks out "S-Santa?!"\n\n"You've been a very naughty girl, Madelyn, but Santa's decided to give you a present anyway," you coo as you clamber onto the bed and on top of her, snagging her wrists and pinning them to the pillow above her head. Your still-covered tits mash against her pert bare ones as you slide into position on top of her, her gasps and squeaks of surprise and (rather mild) protest sounding in your mouth as you plunder her own mouth with your tongue. Moving as naturally as if you'd been fucking cute horny teenage girls for years, you scoot your lower body forward, hips moving to slide the tip of your prick into place. She's tight, obviously virginally so, but so wet that you still have no problems pushing your fat cock inside her, feeling that molten little pussy clutch and tremble around you much as her body is bucking and trembling beneath you. Her protests have already turned to lewd moans and she's sucking at your tongue eagerly by the time you're only halfway in.\n\nHalf trusting to some Santa sound-muffling magic and half just not caring, you begin pumping your hips hard and fast, driving more into her with each thrust until you're deep-dicking the naughty girl, the bed rocking and squeaking beneath you as you do. Madelyn quickly starts proving herself worthy of both the nice and naughty lists by wrapping her legs around you and moving her hips to meet yours, obviously a fast learner at being a good little slut for big throbbing cocks. Moaning shamelessly, you draw your mouth off hers to lean in towards her ear, whispering, "Mmm, this is what you get for being on the naughty list, Madelyn, so you better be on the naughty list every year from now on!"\n\n"Oh God, oh yes, oh fuck!" she gasps out as you continue pounding her into the mattress. "Fuck me, Santa, show me what a naughty girl I am!" her heels press against your plump ass and drive you against her all the more enthusiastically, her body shuddering underneath you and pussy clenching around your jolly old elfcock as she cums, soaking your balls as they slap against her taint.\n\n"Ho! Ho! Hoooooo!" you groan as you thrust hard three more times, on the last grinding inside her as you start spilling a very thick load into the quivering, mewling teenager's tight little cunt, her thighs squeezing around you. Even as she slumps to the bed, panting, and you slide out of her, you know you're definitely not done stuffing her stocking yet. The girl gives a squeak as you flip her over, using your gloved hands to spread her perky little asscheeks apart and bare her pucker. Drawing one hand back, you use it to aim your prick right at that pucker... luckily a mixture of your cum and hers (and perhaps a bit of magic) seems to be plenty sufficient lubricant, her asshole spreading open around you, the girl trembling and twisting her hands in the sheets as you slide your fat Santa-stick right up her chimney. You lean forward over her, tits pressing against her back as you begin pumping your hips, pressing her body under yours as you once again drive her into the mattress, just this time face-down. You lick and nibble her ear, making her mewl, feeling her ass clench around you as you whisper, "Even if you're naughty, Santa still loves you and is going to give you lots of nice presents!"\n\nAnd soon you're giving her a nice present indeed, another thick load of cum right in her previously virgin ass. Sliding out of her, you stand up from the bed and enjoy a look at your handiwork... Madelyn, laying face-down on her pillow, arms flopped at her sides and limp body still twitching a bit with aftershock orgasms, pussy and ass both gaping a bit and thoroughly glazed with thick white cum. Whether through your debauchery or the fact that you've just relaxed and decided to go with the flow, you find your Santa abilities coming to you almost without thought. With a snap of your fingers and a wiggle of your nose, a handful of wrapped presents appear next to Madelyn's bed... an assortment of sex toys, slutty underwear, and a video camera. Feeling refreshed and filled with good will towards man, you trot back out into the hall, snapping your fingers again to return your pants to their place on your body, your cock still a half-hard bulge under the satin.\n\nFrom the smirk Rudy gives you when you return to the rooftop, you think he must have at least some idea of what you did, but apparently doesn't see fit to comment... though several of the other reindeer hold their hands out for congratulatory palm-slaps as you pass. Climbing into the sleigh, you take hold of the reins and give them a little flick. "On Rudy, on Studly, on Slammer and Pounder!"\n\nYou arrive at the next house, Rudy giving you a brief rundown of the handful of children that live there, all of them on the Nice list and most too young to be enjoyably Naughty if they weren't. You do a check with Santavision and find them all properly asleep in their beds... but a little nudge has you directing your thoughts to the living room. There you spot the woman of the household, sitting on the couch wrapped in a quilt with a mug in hand. She's a pretty, dark-haired thing, full of breast and hip although not particularly old herself, and rather than relying on Rudy, you find you can now mentally check your 'records'. Brenda is her name, and she's been single and dateless for the last three years since her husband passed in a tragic pecan-shelling accident. She's quite the good mother, though with your recent activities you can still practically smell the sexual frustration wafting off of her. Oh wait, you can! Santavision now comes with smellovision! Wait, you actually can smell something else too...\n\n"Hmmmm," you comment aloud.\n\n"Hm?" Rudy prompts.\n\n"Brenda is right by the fireplace, and apparently intends to pull an all-nighter... that's coffee in her cup. She won't be going to sleep any time soon," you note.\n\n"You seem to be getting a better handle on your Santa powers... you can try making her get drowsy and nod off anyway," the glowing-nosed reindeer notes helpfully. "Happens all the time, whether it's a kid or an adult, they think they're perfectly capable of staying up all night and yet mysteriously nod off for a few hours. Once you've put her to sleep with Santa magic, pretty much nothing short of a bomb going off will wake her up."\n\n<hr>\n[[Put Brenda to sleep.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Nah, just go on down and fuck her.|HollyXmas9x2]]

When you spot the woman dressed as the busty ninja from Fatal Fury, it's pretty hard to think of looking anywhere else. The costume is not only very accurate, with its skimpy strips of red and blue cloth leaving the vast majority of her body on display (and without a body stocking in sight), but the woman wearing it is very accurate, too. Long perfect legs, curvy hips, slender waist, and... well, tits the size of her head. She's just finishing taking a picture with a couple of kids (though you suspect it's more for the benefit of the dad taking the picture) when she notices you staring at her. Rather than looking annoyed or angry, she actually grins and starts walking over.\n\nThe jiggle of those massive breasts shows that they're not taped down or part of some costume prosthesis, unless it's something on the level of Mission Impossible masks. Of course, considering that she walks up to within a few inches of you and that she's taller than you are, you get a pretty close look and... they certainly look real. You force your gaze up to her face instead.\n\n"Hi there! Welcome to Hollywoodland!" She gives a little wave, then flicks her wrist to produce a fan and flick it out. Twirling it around in her fingers to show off, she continues, "This your first time visiting?"\n\n"Um, yeah," you manage, through your brain is desperately trying to shut down rather than figure out how to act naturally around a woman that you weren't aware could even exist in real life. It feels like your eyeballs weigh twenty tons, desperately trying to drag themselves back down towards her chest.\n\n"Great! Hope you're having a good time!" Mai gives the fan another twirl to put it away, then rests her hands on her bare hips. Noticing that your gaze has been pulled back to her tits, she actually grins even more. "Like 'em, huh?" \n\n"W-what?" Your eyes go wide, panic flooding your system as you desperately try to figure out some sort of denial that you were looking. "They're, I mean, I wasn't, I-!"\n\n"Don't worry, hon, I've got them stuck out there to look at." She grins and gives her shoulders a little shimmy, causing her tits to wobble back and forth heavily and almost causing your eyes to actually fall out of your head. Her grin turns positively wicked as she leans forward, breasts hanging down heavily and barely covered by the straps of her costume. "Though in your case, I'll let you touch 'em if you want."\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes please!|HLMai1x2]]\n\n[[IT'S A TRAP!|HLMai2x1]]

"Um, can I?" Your hands have already raised halfway up before you realize they've moved. "Really?"\n\n"Sure! Here." Mai reaches forward and snags your wrists, lifting your hands up. You expect her to just place your hands lightly on the front of her covered breasts (though that's certainly not a phrase you were expecting to think today). Instead she actually slips them underneath the cloth straps of her outfit so that your hands are directly on the smooth skin of her tits, her nipples pressing against your palms.\n\nYour eyes bug out as you stare at the view of your hands on her boobs... the physical sensations haven't quite penetrated your shock yet. Nervously, you glance around... you are both still in full view of the public, after all. Most people don't seem to be giving you a second glance, just assuming it's another mascot talking with a guest and getting distracted by the rest of the colorful display of people and attractions. Though you do notice a few people glance over and apparently notice what you're doing... there's one guy in a tiger costume that even gives you a double thumbs-up.\n\nTentatively, you give Mai's tits a light squeeze. They're... amazing, bordering on indescribable. They're both super-soft and perfectly firm, your fingers pressing into the yielding flesh and being pushed back against at the same time. It's like they're both light and heavy at the same time. Still receiving nothing from her but an encouraging grin, you begin squeezing and kneading slowly and (for the most part) gently, feeling her nipples rub against your palms as you turn your hands, letting your fingers brush along the perfectly soft skin.\n\nYou almost jump out of your skin, though, when you feel a hand cup your crotch and start rubbing your throbbing hardon through your jeans. "Ooo, you're not so bad yourself, hon," Mai coos, her fingers coaxing the denim to conform more closely to the outline of your shaft as she strokes it up and down. "Yeah, this is very nice," she continues, voice a soft, sensual murmur as she continues rubbing you through the layers. "All because of me? I'd say I'm flattered, buuuut I am a <i>little</i> bit used to it."\n\nShe giggles, and then with a deft motion of her fingers undoes the button of your jeans and slips the zipper down. In another second she's got your cock actually fished out and has her hand wrapped around it from above, slowly pumping along the length of it. You give another quick look around, more aware than ever that you're barely even off to the side of the main thoroughfare... on the other hand, you have a ridiculously beautiful woman stroking your dick, so at least part of you is inclined to damn the torpedoes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her do whatever she wants.|HLMai1x3]]\n\n[[No way, it's too much, gotta end it here.|HLMai3x1]]

Hell, even if you get kicked out of the park or something, this is worth it. Letting out a little moan as Mai gives your cock a light squeeze, you give her tits a squeeze in return and resume working them even more eagerly than before, your hands showing as clear outlines under the red cloth.\n\n"Mm, that's right, get a little bit rougher, you won't hurt 'em. I'll tell you if you need to back off," Mai whispers in your ear, her hand pumping your cock even faster than before. "But for now, you just focus on enjoying yourself, and I'll focus on this guy here, hm?"\n\nOf course it doesn't take too long... Mai's apparently quite skilled at handjobs, her hand twisting back and forth to work you from different angles, sometimes squeezing you as she strokes forward, practically more milking your dick than just stroking it. Between that and the feel of squeezing tits more perfect than anything you could have imagined, it's not long before you're groaning and spurting out your load onto the textured cobblestone ground, though a few droplets do hit the costumed woman's bare thighs instead.\n\n"Mmm, very nice," she coos, giving your shaft another squeeze, before tucking your cock back into your underwear and halfway doing up the button of your jeans. "Tell you what, why don't we continue this back at my room?"\n\n"S-sure." You give a somewhat shaky nod, trying to force your knees not to wobble. She takes you by the hand and leads you along as you do your best to neither fall over from your legs feeling like jello or bolt ahead out of eagerness. Mai leads you a few buildings over and then down an alleyway marked with 'Authorized Park Employees Only', and finally to a large, fairly plain-looking multi-story building. She releases your hand and heads up the stairs ahead of you, allowing you to lag behind and stare at her ass. "So, like... you guys get your own rooms here...?"\n\n"It's a pretty sweet gig," Mai agrees as she steps out of the stairwell and into a hallway. Producing a keycard from somewhere, she swips it along the reader pad next to a door and ushers you in. Inside it looks like a fairly standard, somewhat upscale hotel room... minifridge, large bed, small suite of nice furniture, all that. Mai nudges the door closed once you're inside and waves a hand. "Well, here we are, home sweet home! Now..." She grins wickedly again. "What <i>are</i> we going to do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Get right to the fun.|HLMai1x4]]\n\n[[You should get cleaned up first.|HLMai4x1]]

"Heeeey, hey, calm down," you murmur soothingly with a grin... then turn towards her, using a hand on her cheek to tilt her head up and press your lips to hers.\n\n"Mmf?!" Leslie goes a little stiff with shock... then relaxes as your tongue gently flicks across her lips. Her eyes sink closed as her lips part, letting your tongue slip into her mouth and coax hers into slow, tentative motion. You keep it up for a moment before pulling back, Leslie's eyes opening and her cheeks dark pink. "C-Cy, what are you-"\n\n"Just showing you there's nothing to be scared of," you reply with a grin, brushing your thumb across her cheek. You set the camp lantern down before continuing. "If there were dangerous animals out here, would I be making out with you?" you add teasingly before leaning in to kiss her again, sliding your hands down to run gently up and down her sides.\n\nThis time when you pull back, Leslie's lips stay parted a little, her breathing coming in soft gasps, nipples stiff under her shirt. Her hands have come up to rest on your upper arms, and she gives a little squeeze even as she says, "Cy, I'm... really not sure we should be doing this, especially here..." she hedges, glancing around at the dark woods around you.\n\n"Just say 'stop' and I absolutely promise to stop," you answer, leaning in to start nuzzling along the line of her jaw, then placing a few kisses at her throat and neck.\n\n"... Okay," Leslie exhales, closing her eyes and leaning her head back, obviously having no intention of saying 'stop' anytime soon.\n\nGrinning, you gently nudge her back against one of the trees. (Luckily when one of your hands brush it, it doesn't really feel slimy... must be a trick of the light.) You lean in again and resume kissing her, and this time her tongue is considerably less reticent about returning the attentions of yours. You keep running your hands up and down her sides slowly, then around to gently rub at her small, pert breasts through the material, fingers brushing across the stiff nubs of her nipples. She moans softly into your mouth, her own hands sliding down and giving your ass a somewhat more uncertain squeeze, but at this point it's obvious she's willing to go with things.\n\nYou kiss and gently grope her for some time, occasionally parting just enough to nuzzle, lick, and kiss at her neck and throat, making her writhe gently against the treetrunk. She stiffens just a little when one of your hands undoes her shorts, but she relaxes quickly enough so you slide your hand down the front of them and her panties. You roll your tongue at the hollow of her throat as she moans from your fingers gently stroking over the smooth, wet lips of her pussy, savoring every surprised gasp and pleasured whimper you ease out of her with your motions.\n\nYou lift your head, pressing your mouth back over hers, enjoying the feel of the moans as well as the sounds as you start focusing on her clit, moving in smooth, quick, rhythmic strokes of your fingertips across it. Her moans quickly build into cries against your lips as you rapidly bring her to the brink and then over, her back arching and body trembling, hands clenching on your denim-clad ass as she quivers with orgasm. She's still panting when you break the kiss, looking at you with slightly pleasure-fogged eyes. "F-fuck, Cyan... was that... can't have been your first time...?"\n\n"With another girl, it was." Giggling, you peck her lips. "But I've been thinking about it for awhile."\n\n"I... might have been too," she admits, her face going red. "Just never thought it'd be... here. ... You want to do more?" she murmurs, tugging a bit at your own jeans. Well, at least she certainly doesn't seem afraid of the woods anymore... in fact, sounds like she'd like to fuck out here!\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure!|GGWW]]\n\n[[Head back.|GGHH12x2]]

You do listen briefly, then shake your head. "No, nothing." Admittedly, though, you might be a little distracted by the idea of having become a cheat isekai protagonist and actually having an at least mildly legit reason for going full Magical Realm with it. \n\n"Heehee, Master is thinking about lewd stuff, huh?" Mary coos, flitting back and forth in front of you. \n\n"W-well... maybe," you admit after a second, your cheeks heating, but a grin curling your lips. "Since you said it would help you get back to normal faster."\n\n"It will, it will!" Mary chirps eagerly, resting her hands on her tiny hips and nodding emphatically. "Plus I wanna see Master cut loose with his inner perviness! It's a win for everybody!"\n\n"I mean, y'know... ... if it will make you happy and help you out, I... guess I could be a perv protagonist," you allow, rolling your shoulders.\n\n"Mm-hm, mm-hm, let's go with that! Heheh~. So, Master, what's the first perviness on the agenda, hmmm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A strong, confident female warrior!|QOAW]]\n\n[[Elves! Elves! Elves!|QOAW]]\n\n[[If it's a lewd fantasy world, it's gotta be monster girls, right?|QOAW]]\n\n[[Mary herself, obviously.|QOAW1x2]]

You shake your head and keep walking. Those guys are big, and at least one of them looks like he's been held back at least once. Even if you were inclined to help them, you can frankly just as easily picture one of them punching you in the face just for trying to talk to them.\n\nHowever, as you're walking along, you hear a rather similar conversation, though this time it's from a group of girls wearing dual-tone shirts, pleated skirts, and thigh-highs in basic colors... this semester's Popular Girl wear.\n\n"Like, I heard they got stung or something."\n\n"By what, bees?"\n\n"Nooooo, stupid, I mean someone did a sting operation on them."\n\n"Ohhh."\n\n"He got totally busted and now <i>nobody</i> in town under twenty-one is gonna have a great Halloween party, an' junk," the third mutters dejectedly, shaking her head.\n\n"No jello shots. No <i>shots</i>," the first huffs. "How can we have a totally raging party without shots?"\n\nYour ears perk. Again, this seems like just the sort of problem your deal with Tanya could solve. And popular girls seem considerably less likely to punch your lights out for talking to them... maybe just laugh. ... Which you're not sure if it would be worse. Still... they are all really pretty, even if sort of weirdly uniform. You could be their knight in shining armor... well, maybe not, but it might be nice to make them smile, at least...\n\n<hr>\n[[Offer to help.|QOKevPorn6x2]]\n\n[[Nope, just keep going.|QOKevPorn7x1]]

Without the physical threat there, and with admittedly a few more personal reasons to hope they'll be grateful, you step over. "Uh, hey. Sor-" You wince as some of the girls immediately start giggling, but force yourself to continue. "Sorry to interrupt, but... I think I can help."\n\nTwo of them actually start to laugh at that, before the first hisses at them and smacks one on the shoulder. "Hush!" She steps forward, hands on her hips as she eyes you. "Your name's Jamie, right?"\n\n"Uh, y-yeah." You try not to die of shock that one of the popular girls actually knows you exist, let alone knows your name.\n\n"And you're friends with Kevin, aren't you?"\n\n"... Yeah?"\n\n<i>That</i> makes her grin, and she looks over at the other two. "Guys, that's Tanya's little brother." They both make happy squeals at that as she turns back to you. "So, what, you're saying you know Tanya?"\n\n"Y-yeah... she owes me a favor, I guess?" you venture, somehow feeling more uncertain despite them seeming much more confident in your abilities all of a sudden. "So I could probably have her get some stuff for you?"\n\n"Oh shit, oh shit, okay," the girl whispers in a rush, grabbing you by the arm and swinging you around to put your back against the lockers, pressing in close and doing a quick check for teachers while you're busy blushing. Then she looks back at you. "Okay, listen up. Like, you get us some stuff... tequila, vodka, whatever... enough to make plenty of jello shots and shots besides, and we will <i>totally</i> let you come to our party." She pauses, then grins wickedly. "I might even see if there's a girl there who likes shy little dorks." She does another quick glance around, then leans in to whisper, her breath warm on your ear. "Hell, I might decide <i>I</i> like shy little dorks."\n\nAll three giggle as they draw back and leave you blushing, the one in the lead holding out a finger and wagging it. "Just get it done and stuff, okay? My name's Brandi, once you tell Tanya, tell her I'll pick the stuff up from her, okay?"\n\n"O-Okay."\n\n"A little hard liquor for a Halloween party by my successors? Hell, Scrub, I'd almost feel bad not doing it anyway," Tanya announces later that day, pushing away from her computer desk and doing a spin, ending it facing towards you, a grin on her face. "Lemme guess, jello shots, right?"\n\n"And regular shots," you murmur, blushing partly in embarrassment that you're doing this, partly because that spin made it obvious Tanya's not wearing a bra at the moment.\n\n"Huh, stepping it up a little from my day, it was all about the jello shots then." Tanya hmms, leaning back and shifting her chair back and forth. You actually have to look away from her boobs swaying back and forth under her thin shirt, since you're starting to have more than a blush in reaction. "You said it was Brandi, right?"\n\n"Um, yeah, you know her?"\n\n"I like to keep an eye on all the clique kids in DJH and DH. They can be useful for my various... activities," she says with a smirk, holding her hands up and wiggling her fingers, somehow managing to imply with those some grand and nefarious criminal empire. "Still, Scrub, you're a lucky kid. If it's Brandi, she throws kinda girly parties."\n\n"That's... lucky?"\n\n"Yup! She's got a reputation for it. Which means that most of the guys she invited will go to some more normal mixer, and it'll be ninety percent hot chicks getting drunk on the booze you brought." Tanya actually laughs a little at your wide-eyed expression. "Scrub, when we made this deal, I don't think you could have asked for any sweeter payoff than this." She snickers a bit more, then mms. "Yeah, okay, I'll text Brandi and arrange a pickup. Question is, what should that pickup be?"\n\n"Huh?" You blink a bit.\n\n"She just asked you for enough for jello shots and some regular shots, right?" At your tentative nod, she snorts and shrugs. "Child's play. But lemme let you in on a little secret, Scrub." She beckons you closer, then grabs your neck with one arm and hauls you down, with you giving a little yelp as you wind up with your cheek pressed against one of her breasts. "Brandi's mad for 'hard gummis'... gummi bears soaked in booze. Why she never thinks to make 'em herself, I dunno, but I could have some of those delivered too. You throw those in, you'll have Brandi out of her panties in no time flat."\n\n"W-wha?" you squeak, feeling almost faint at the combination of being pressed against Tanya's perfect chest and that mental image.\n\n"Her and probably a couple of her friends, riding you right there on the sofa in her parents' living room, I'd bet money on it," Tanya snickers, ruffling your hair before letting you go. "Take my worthless little brother with you, maybe he'd be less annoying if he gets laid." She shrugs a bit, leaning back again and resting her hands behind her head, making her chest jut out. "'Course, if you're worried she'd <i>figure out</i> you're trying to get her panties on the floor, I could just throw in this big box of samplers I got awhile back and never even touched." At your confused look, she holds up one hand with thumb and forefinger a bit apart. "Little bottles of booze, 'bout ye big. Bunch of different specialty brands, weird stuff I never heard of. Probably be a hit since they're wanting to do shots. So what'll it be, Scrub?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Just the liquor.|QOHookup]]\n\n[[The gummis.|QOHookup]]\n\n[[The samplers.|QOHookup]]

Well. ... The outfit is really cute. You'd be super thrilled to see Amber wearing it, which you guess means it's only fair to assume she'd be super thrilled to see you wearing it. Sighing, you strip down, then eye the outfit... girl clothes can be complicated.\n\nAfter some examination of the top, you find that the collar has some little clasps in the back, so that you can open that up, pull the top on and into place, and then pull the front up and get the collar in place. You tug and twist at the top to get it in place, glancing down... the lines really do seem designed to lend your upper body a feminine look, despite your completely flat chest. You suppose next is the panties... your excitement had waned a little when you realized exactly how far Amber wanted to take this, so you're able to get into them... the front of them stretches to cup the bulge of your cock and balls, but it mostly feels like that's all they're covering... the thin straps aren't quite literally strings, but they're almost there, arcing high on your hips and down between your buttcheeks. A glance in the mirror shows that there, too, the lines of them seem to emphasize a more feminine curve, making your already pert butt look, well, girly. In a bit of a hurry to cover that up before you wind up getting turned on by your own butt, you step into the skirt and pull it up, fastening the little clasps at the waistband. There's a bit of a gap between it and the top, leaving a bit of your flat belly visible, but at least those tiny panties are covered... and yet you're very aware that all it would take is a bit of wind or you not being careful to lift the skirt and display them. Sitting down on the bed, you pull the stockings on as well, and... well, yeah, you're not exactly surprised when your slender legs now have a feminine, coltish look to them. You look at one, wiggling your toes, then sigh and stand up, calling, "Um, Amber, I'm dressed."\n\nAmber peeks back in, then beams as she sees what you're wearing, stepping in and walking over. "Ooo, good taste! You'll look so great at the party!"\n\nOh lord, you were right, they're clothes for a party. You squirm some as she looks you over, making a few slight tugs for adjustment. "Er, I dunno, Amber, I'm really not used to parties, and... and this outfit..."\n\n"Well, it's not complete, obviously I'm gonna need to do your makeup, brush your hair, paint your nails, all of that. It's fine, though, it's not until this evening," Amber replies breezily, starting to get undressed as well while you stare. \n\nAmber does do all of that... while naked, leaving you blushing and trying not to squirm as she deftly applies makeup (including a faint touch of glitter on your cheeks and a little sparkly blue star deco on your cheek below one eye), leaving you to look yourself over as she gets ready. ... Yup, you look like a girl. At least, you're fairly certain someone who had never met you as a guy would think you were a girl. You're almost too distracted by fretting over what could happen at this party to pay attention to your naked girlfriend moving around the room and gradually getting dressed, eventually stepping up to your side wearing an outfit vaguely similar to yours, except that her black dress is a one-piece with a loose skirt lower half and she's wearing white full stockings instead of striped thigh-highs. "I've got some really cute flat pumps that will top all of this off great," she coos as she strokes your bare shoulders.\n\n"Amberrrr," you can't help but whine some... and blush as you realize that came out sounding really girly too. Maybe part of it is just how completely you're normal look has disappeared into the cute flat-chested girl in front of you, but you can't help but speak in a softer, meeker voice than even your usual. "Are you sure about this? I mean... a party... what if someone sees?"\n\n"It'll be fine, it'll be fine," she coos, gently turning you and nudging you towards the door. "This party's gonna be awesome! We've got a few hours to kill so let's watch something. You were right to turn me onto anime, it actually totally has some great stuff! I found us some to watch together!"\n\nYour heart does pick up a bit at the realization you may have turned your girlfriend on to something you like. ... Of course you probably should have seen it coming that it's an anime about a cute boy having to crossdress to attend an all-girls' school. It's also a fanservice-heavy series, leaving you squirming and glancing at Amber. She certainly doesn't seem to be making any moves to pounce you yet, though she's got that look in her eyes like she wants to. Why is she holding back? Is she that serious about going to this party that she doesn't want to mess up your clothes and... uh... makeup? Well. If it's that important to her, you suppose you'd better at least try.\n\nEventually Amber orders up an Uber, and the two of you head to the entryway, where Amber helps you into the pumps... at least they are flats, though they still feel a bit weird to walk in. You get more nervous as the car pulls up, but the driver doesn't immediately blurt 'What the heck, a crossdresser?!' so you feel somewhere between a bit better and even more nervous, constantly expecting her to do so at some point during the entire ride. But instead you're dropped off in front of an inconspicuous-seeming building. Amber grins as she rests a hand on your lower back and guides you to the door, showing something on her cellphone to the man guarding the door before he opens it for you, allowing flashing lights and thumping music to spill out. The inside looks like a cross between a really large living room and a nightclub... most of it's done with firm carpeting, and there's plenty of furniture and other seating, but also a fairly open space that seems to be being used as a dance floor. There are bright flashing lights too, timed with the music, and a crowd of people milling about and chatting.\n\n"Amberrrrrr!" you almost squeak.\n\nShe just laughs, patting your back and leaning in close to speak in your ear. "Just calm down, Jamie! I promise this place is safe! Tanya's one of the people throwing this party, no one would do anything to piss her off!"\n\n... Honestly the realization that Tanya is involved, and thus probably somewhere in the building, either comforts or terrifies you and you're not sure which. Maybe both at once.\n\n"I want something to drink!" Amber continues in your ear. "Just relax and try to have fun, okay?!" she adds, before turning and making her way around the edge of a clump of people.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hurry after her!|QOGF]]\n\n[[Find somewhere quieter.|QOGF1x4]]\n\n[[Find something to do.|QOGF]]\n\n[[Find a way to relax.|QOGF]]

"Um. Mom, listen," you say, rubbing the back of your head. "I didn't tell you this because I didn't want you or dad to make a big huge deal out of it and start going on or anything, but the truth is... I have a girlfriend."\n\nShe blinks a few times at that. "... You?" Then she flushes and raises her hands. "What, no, I mean, I'm just, you never mentioned her or anything, and-"\n\nIt's actually sort of reassuring to see your mom being the one stammering and off-kilter for once. It gives you the courage to push forward and say, "And the thing is, part of my new look is just, that's what she likes, and she also said she likes long hair, so... y'know..."\n\n"I... well, I guess if that's why you're growing it out, I can't really argue with that," she says after a moment, grinning and coming over to give you a hug. "Oh honey, I'm so happy for you. What's her name? When can I meet her? Are you being safe?"\n\n"MOM!" you blurt, turning tomato red. Then a little pale as you realize no, no you have not. Still you manage to recover and say, "Her name's Amber, we haven't discussed it, and um... it's not like that?" Which is absolutely a lie because it is totally like that. But your mother seems to instantly buy that you're not having sex... which, when you think about it later, is a little insulting.\n\nThe next afternoon, Amber laughs. "I'm on pretty much the best birth control they make, and I got checked well before we hooked up and haven't been with anyone else since then. Pretty sure we're okay."\n\n"Oh." You nod in relief, slumping back a little in your chair.\n\n"So anyway, nevermind that. This weekend I want to make some fun introductions," she says, grinning broadly, her green eyes twinkling. "So plan on coming over to my place first thing Saturday, we'll get you dressed up."\n\nYou fret a little over that off and on for the coming week. Obviously Amber has plans for what she wants you to wear, and you're not too sure about how far she might go. ... On the other hand, every time she's found some new bit of girls' apparel to have you wear, it's always resulted in even better sex afterwards. Your conflicted feelings only grow more intense when, one afternoon that week, she takes you out to get your ears pierced, and then spends the next two hours at her place sucking you off and worshiping your balls.\n\nEventually Saturday rolls around, and you head over to her place. Amber lets you in, wearing a very tight white shirt that shows she's not wearing a bra, and a very short pleated blue skirt with black stockings. She leads you upstairs to her room, and you flush at the sight of her bare ass and pussy flashing at you with the little flips of her skirt at her steps. She stops at the doorway to her room. "Alright, I picked out a couple of outfits for you. Pick one out and get dressed, then come on back out and I'll finish you up."\n\nFinish you up? You blink at her, then just nod and head into her room, already half-hard just at the memory of what you did with her the last time the two of you were in here. She closes the door after you, and you glance at it before looking at the bed. She's set out four sets of clothes. The first is a fairly standard set of clothes for you by now... snug jeans, thin long-sleeve shirt that will fit a bit loosely. But she's gotten another set of particularly girly lingerie to go with it... this time in a bright, almost iridescent purple, net stockings, matching net gloves, garter belt, panties with a translucent netting back, bra. The thing is that the jeans have rips in them, meaning the stockings will probably be visible... and the shirt looks like it might hang off your shoulder some, likely to show the bra strap. The shirt is done in colors of pink, too... it will be obvious to anyone that sees you that you're not just dressing in feminine colors, you're almost certainly wearing girl's underwear.\n\nOf course, the second is even more blatant than that, considering that it's what looks like a schoolgirl uniform. Plain white cotton bra and panties, white blouse and tie, red plaid skirt, white thigh-high stockings, even black saddle shoes. That's just full-on Catholic schoolgirl cosplay!\n\nThe one next to it is just as obvious, though far more familiar. In fact, it's a duplicate of the outfit that Amber's wearing right now, although there's a black thong that she clearly wasn't wearing. She wanted you to be able to choose to dress like her? Well... not entirely like her, obviously, since there are panties and you obviously can't fill out the shirt like she could.\n\nThe last looks more like something that would be worn to a party or something. The black top looks like it has a high collar, but no sleeves and an open upper back, a red pleated skirt, multicolor-striped stockings, and a very tiny pair of pink panties... is that a G-string?!\n\nGeez. What to get dressed in? It's obvious that Amber is intent on making it obvious she's got you dressing like a girl. Is she really going to drag you into public wearing this?! She said it was introductions, so maybe she's just having some people over, but even then. What should you wear...?\n\n<hr>\n[[The 'normal' outfit.|QOGF]]\n\n[[The Catholic schoolgirl uniform.|QOGF]]\n\n[[The Amber clothes.|QOGF]]\n\n[[The party outfit.|QOGF1x3]]

"The Queen's Room". That sounds important. Well, either that or it's their equivalent of the Manager's Special. Doing a quick glance around to make sure no one's watching, you turn the knob and quickly open the door just enough to let you slip in... which, admittedly, is a bit wider than a lesser-endowed woman might need.\n\nThe lights are already on, albeit turned to a rather dim illumination. The room has been decorated with pillows, blankets, and pads to give the vague appearance of a rocky area, perhaps a mountaintop, with the area at the top set up with some sort of foam rubber altar that has straps built into the top and bottom... presumably for somebody's wrists and ankles, though thinking about that makes you blush a little. You poke around a little and find some things you think are supposed to be costumes, though there's not a whole lot there... essentially just some scarves and belts and jewelry, and a few wigs. There are also what look like lightning flashers with built-in speakers, a fog machine, and some various props that look like they belong to some sort of fantasy school play. Apparently this room has been set up for some sort of role playing activity, and since it looks like most of this isn't a permanent addition, it's been set up specifically for them... must be a high-roller of some sort. A Shinra executive, maybe...?\n\nYou're just giving the wall a few thumps in an area that you think has a covered-over cabinet when you pick up the sound of approaching voices from outside. Your eyes widen as you realize someone's coming... obviously the reservation is going to be used soon!\n\n<hr>\n[[Hide!|FFTLplaceholder]]\n\n[[Put on one of the costumes!|FFTL1x3]]\n\n[[Try to rush out!|FFTLplaceholder]]

You decide on one of the only things you can think of... hiding in plain sight. Shoving down thoughts of modesty, you also shove down your dress, your breasts spilling free as you wiggle it downward and over your hips, getting your panties off at the same time. Stepping out of your clothes and shoes, you kick the whole thing over behind some fake rocks, then grab for one of the piled-up costumes. It actually seems to consist of just a wig and some decorative armbands and jewelry. The wig is almost more like a headdress... spiky and bright orange-red, with an ornate golden hairclip on one side and forelocks that dangle down to your breasts once you've put it on and stuffed your own hair up inside a bit, the manelike fall of fake hair falling down to your ass. You're just shoving the golden armband on when the door actually opens and a pair of honeybee-costumed girls enter.\n\nBoth blink in obvious surprise at you, standing still for a moment, before one lets out a relieved breath. "Oh good, they <i>did</i> find someone to play the Planet Guardian."\n\n"I thought the dirty old man would flip if he got here and saw there were only two of us," the other says as she walks over to the other two costumes and starts wiggling her way out of the bee outfit. "But now it should be okay." She's naked in a surprisingly short amount of time as you stand there staring... well, it must be a necessary skill in her line of work. (Not that you've got any room to talk, considering you're having to force yourself not to cover up after stripping in record time too.) She tucks her costume into a hidden locker, then picks up a gauzy pink dress and shrugs into it, starting to button up the front... it's obviously more decoration than clothing, considering you can see her nipples through it easily, as well as every other curve.\n\n"You know the script, right?" The other girl asks as she finishes stripping out of and stowing her own honeybee outfit.\n\n"Uh, the script... right," you murmur, glancing around nervously.\n\n<hr>\n[[Say you can manage.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Admit you don't know the script.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to feign sickness to get away.|FFTLPlaceholder]]

"Hey, how about we go out shopping? Y'know, clothes shopping," you suggest, grinning up at her as you rest your hands on her hips.\n\n"Huh? Why? ... Oh, come on, no way," Keva huffs, glancing away. "Jamie, I am not letting you get me into girly stuff just because we've started fooling around. I don't like guys, I don't dress like a girl, that's it."\n\n"C'moooon," you coo, almost surprised at how naturally being more confident comes with Keva. Maybe it's the slightly greater comfort you had of being with a guy friend mingled with how adorable she is when you press. You lean in and up a bit to start kissing at her throat and neck, feeling her shiver a little. "Let me buy you some stuff, huh? Just as friends. One or two things." You kiss her jaw, adding in a murmur, "Then we can go back to my place and have some fun, okay?" You slip your hands around to give her ass a squeeze through the cotton of the boxer-briefs.\n\nApparently the squeeze is enough to crumble the last of Keva's resistance, since she slumps forward against you and gives a very soft moan before grunting, "Oh, <i>fine</i>."\n\nSoon the two of you are walking through the mall, like you have a hundred times before. Though this time you're heading to one of the largest girls' clothing stores there. They have a pretty decent variety from what you've seen passing by (while trying not to look too much so that you didn't seem like a creep), including a lingerie section. Keva actually blushes a little as the two of you walk in, since said section is right near the door, but it clears quickly, replaced with a more normal, upbeat expression you're used to seeing on Kevin's face as she heads towards the fairly utilitarian section of lingerie, featuring things like support tops and boyshorts. "Y'know, I guess it wouldn't hurt to at least buy some bras," she muses aloud, picking up one that would basically cover everything and holding it against her chest. "Lately I've noticed they do jiggle around a lot. And a lot of my shirts don't fit quite right all of a sudden, for some reason."\n\nYeah, for some reason, you can't help but think in amusement, watching her completely unrestrained boobs jiggle beneath the thin fabric as she moves around to look through the least feminine of the feminine underwear.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her stick to this section.|QOFamInc]]\n\n[[Nudge her a little sexier.|QOFamInc]]\n\n[[She needs to go full girly.|QOFam4x7]]\n\n[[How about... something slutty?|QOFamInc]]

This seems like a good chance to do a quick bit of reconnaisence. (Or maybe just indulge some good old-fashioned curiosity. You've never been in a brothel before, after all, and it would be a lie to say you're not at least a tiny bit curious.) You sidle to the side, glancing around to see if anyone immediately calls you on it. When no one does, you freely walk off towards the edge of the room, taking a closer look at the doors.\n\nIt looks like some are marked Occupied, others Vacant or Reserved. You don't want to risk stumbling in on someone in an Occupied room and having them call an alarm on you, but maybe one of the Vacant or Reserved ones will have some sort of clue as to Corneo's dealings with the Shinra.\n\n<hr>\n[[The Group Room - Reserved|FFTLplaceholder]]\n\n[[The Queen's Room - Reserved|FFTL1x2]]\n\n[[The &$#% Room - Vacant|FFTLplaceholder]]

You restrain the sudden urge to strip down and jump in the water with your assistant. You're a scientist, you're here to observe the culmination of your work... not play around because you find its affects beautiful and alluring. (Although you make a mental note that you're definitely going for a swim later. Alone, though. ... Probably.)\n\nGregory swims around for a bit longer, then looks up at the time projected onto the viewing wall. Launching himself over to the airlock door to the next chamber, he pulls it open and flicks his way inside, turning back to pull the door closed again and start the sequence. Through the viewing wall you watch as his form slowly reverts to his human one, gills closing up completely as his skin returns to its normal Caucasian shade, webbing between his digits shrinking and disappearing, cock and balls descending from his crotch again. He opens a waterproof bag and takes out a towel, drying himself thoroughly... don't want the experience tainted by stepping out into the cold soaking wet, after all.\n\nAfter waiting a bit longer to make sure all the changes have had time to revert, Gregory pushes open the airlock door to the arctic chamber. He immediately begins to shiver as he steps inside, letting the door close behind him. But the shivering soon stops as thick layers of muscle and fat form on his body, giving him a thick, stocky appearance rather than actually seeming fat. But surprisingly, he also gains height, his body broadening as he grows almost two full feet.\n\n"Visibility, perhaps? Making him taller to have a better chance of seeing past the piled snow?" one of the doctors murmurs speculatively.\n\nMeanwhile, thick fur is growing over most of Gregory's body, a heavy white pelt that starts with his hair turning white and then spreads downward. Again, a lot of eyes go downward, but not towards the way his feet are broadening to give better purchase on the snow, legs turning into thick trunks. Curious eyes are watching what alterations occur to his genitalia again, and they're not disappointed with the show. Both his cock and balls grow quite large, more than making up for the shrinkage that had occurred due to the cold, his uncircumsized shaft dangling down until it's over a foot long, the foreskin melding in to give the whole thing a slightly more blunted shape, as well as turning quite purple. As thick white fur grows over his newly massive balls, Gregory's cock recedes into the new fuzzy sheathe that's grown at the base of it, once again protecting it from the elements or being in the way.\n\n"It's the abominable snowman," Gloria says, unable to repress a titter.\n\n"He does rather resemble descriptions of the yeti," one of the scientists from Project Phoenix comments. "Makes you wonder, doesn't it?"\n\nOf course, you find your mind once again wondering some things that aren't entirely <i>scientific</i> interest...\n\n<hr>\n[[Clamber in there with him.|IPLAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Take a mental cold shower.|IPLA1x7]]

"Oh my, aren't we feeling greedy?" your mother chirps in a teasing tone, before giggling again. "That's fine, honey, it's your birthday," she adds, peeling off Kevin's shirt quickly before leaning back in, now pressing her tits to his bare flesh as she murmurs sensually in his ear, "Kevin, honey, you want to suck Jamie's cock with Maya, don't you?" \n\n"I... but... I don't like guys, I..." Kevin stammers, gasping some as your mother milks more pre out of him, the clear fluid dribbling over her insistently stroking fingers.\n\n"Oh but that doesn't matter in the least, does it?" she coos, giving his ear a light nip, then shifting her hand to start fondling his balls. "Be completely straight all you want, but you'd still love to be over there with your mouth all over Jamie's big, hard, fat, throbbing prick, wouldn't you?"\n\n"... yes," Kevin breathes out, shivering and closing his eyes, his tongue flitting across his lips.\n\n"And even if you only want to fuck girls, you still want to go over there and get Jamie's huge cock all wet with your spit so he can shove it in your ass and fuck you while you beg for more like a horny little bitch in heat, don't you?" she encourages softly, dragging her tongue up the side of his neck.\n\n"Fffffuck yes," Kevin groans, hips giving a slight jerk, you're not sure if trying to move towards the touch of your mother's hand on his balls, or back towards his mental image of your prick slamming into his ass.\n\n"Good!" Your mother smiles, kneeling and leaning forward, letting her tits mash around Kevin's prick as she tugs his jeans the rest of the way down and removes them and his shoes, before standing up. "Then get on all fours and crawl over to help Maya, like the lusty little boyslut you are."\n\nKevin swallows hard, then nods and sinks to his knees right there on the welcome mat, crawling forward with his ass shaking in the air and cock wobbling between his thighs. Maya scoots around to one side to give him room as he moves in, and without a word both of them begin working your shaft and cockhead, Kevin's parted lips stopping briefly before making contact, his hot, shuddering breath washing over your skin before he presses his mouth to one side of it and begins licking up and down with Maya doing the same on the other side. Their tongues flit out, dragging across your prick and one another's tongues as well, your best male friend and your best female friend looking up at you with pleasure-fogged eyes as they cooperate to pleasure your prick. \n\nYour mother sashays over, tits bouncing and swaying as she slips two of her fingers from each hand into her mouth. Then she presses into the space between Kevin and Maya, eyes rolled up to look at you as she takes her place at sucking and licking your sack, spit-shining your balls while Kevin and Maya attend to the shaft. You see first Maya give a little jerk and a loud gasp, then Kevin do the same, as your mother slides two fingers into their assholes, teasing and toying with them as she sucks one of your balls into her mouth. Maya moans, hips rolling and twisting, and then slides her mouth over the tip of your prick and bobs her head up and down, Kevin watching with heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips, his own hips twitching towards the fingers fucking his ass. Once Maya pulls up and off, Kevin almost immediately takes her place, sliding his own mouth over your prick and ducking his head down until the tip of your cockhead bumps up against his throat. Maya groans lustfully as she watches him, gasping again as your mother curls the fingers toying with her ass.\n\n"Relax your throat, darling," your mother coos in a tone both nurturing and sensual, lifting her head slightly from your balls to speak. She strokes the back of Kevin's head, and gives him a slight push, urging him to take your cock further down. You can hear him gag slightly... and feel the extra tightness as his throat visibly bulges a little with your prick. "Theeere we go, good slut. Maya, darling, you can do that too, right?" your mother urges as Kevin pulls up and off, immediately gasping and then returning to lavishing his tongue over his side of your prick. Maya eagerly slides her own mouth back over you, your mother doing the same soft, encouraging coos and light pressing with her hand. "That's riiight, get his cock into your throat, such a cute horny bitch," she purrs, then urges Maya up and off, pressing both of them down to attend to your balls while she deep-throats you all in one go, bobbing her head up and down smoothly with your cock bulging out her throat without a worry in the world.\n\nWith your best friends worshipping your balls and your mother giving you a beyond-whorish throatjob, it doesn't take you long before you're moaning and spilling your load into her stomach. Your mother pulls up and off quickly, giggling a little. "Mmm, there we go, first one to get you all primed up. Now," she says, nudging both of the lust-fogged teens towards the couch, Maya being the first to arrive and lean over it, her ass jutted towards you with sodden pussy dripping down her thighs. "What would you like to do first, Jamie dear?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck Maya's pussy.|QOFam4x3]]\n\n[[Fuck Maya's ass.|QOFamInc]]\n\n[[Fuck Kevin's ass.|QOFamInc]]

Your gaze fixes on Maya's slightly swollen and very, very wet pussy, swallowing hard before saying it loud. "I wanna fuck Maya's pussy."\n\n"Mmm, I don't blame you, it's niiice and tight and very sweet," your mother says even as she finishes guiding Kevin to bend over the couch next to Maya, his stiff cock jutting down between his legs. She turns to face you and sits back on her heels between the two, stroking her hands along their backs so that both squirm, Maya especially shaking the object of your desire at you enticingly. "Come do it, then, it's fi~ne."\n\nHer assurance helps you overcome any lingering worry about what she talked about earlier, and you settle onto your knees behind Maya, spending a few moments rubbing and squeezing her ass, listening to her whimper and moan needfully for you. This... could definitely be addictive, you think, finally bringing the tip of your cock up to press between her plumped-up pussylips. Even just pushing in a little way, you see Maya jolt a little, her pussy giving a soft gush all over your cockhead. You also feel a little rush of something less definable through you that makes you gasp softly... was that energy from her orgasm? "G-geez, she's cumming and I'm barely in yet," you moan, nevertheless continuing to push in, feeling your childhood friend's absolutely molten cunt spreading around you, much tighter than your mother's even if not quite as 'talented', but still spasming plenty and sucking around you as Maya cums again after only a few inches.\n\n"Jamie. Dear. Sweetheart." Your mother looks at you in what looks like a mingling of amusement and mild annoyance. "The poor dear's wanted to fuck you since before she even knew what fucking was, and now not only is she getting to, you're hung like a porn star and radiating sex energy. I'm surprised she's not just cumming constantly without pause."\n\nYou pause, staring at your mother briefly. ... Yeah, absolutely none of that makes sense. Still, you're a little too distracted by how good Maya's pussy feels, and how good those rushes of her orgasmic energy pouring into you are, and the knowledge that you're making her cum so hard and feel so good. You concentrate on pushing into her, feeling her stretch more and more, until you're buried inside of her and Maya's pussy is dribbling its orgasmic squirts over your balls. You waste little time in starting to fuck her... not the same frenzied, near-animal pounding you gave your mother earlier, instead being more deliberate with your strokes, letting it come naturally what you think would make her feel the best as your hands stroke her ass and hips and waist and back.\n\n"Ohhhhh oh fuuuuuck oh fuck oh fuuuuuck," Maya whimpers amindst her moaning, her skin soaked with sweat as her body completely loses control, moving back against your strokes without any conscious thought, and you're pretty sure she <i>is</i> just cumming constantly now, her pussy not stopping in its squeezing or trembling all around you. You're not even sure she knows she's actually speaking out loud, and despite largely being able to handle the lewdness of the situation no problem now, you still blush bright red when her babbling turns to "Oh fuck Jamie, fuck, I love you, I love your cock, I love your cock in my pussy, I love you, I love cock, fuck fuck fuuuuck!"\n\nBy the time you spill a load into her and pull out, leaving it dribbling from her well-fucked sex, Maya looks like she's barely conscious, her eyes rolled up and the most satisfied smile you've ever seen on anyone's face on her lips. Your mother giggles, leaning forward to give you a quick, deep kiss before saying, "So very proud. Mmm, did her pussy feel good, baby?"\n\n"Yeah. Super good," you answer with a grin, just a bit dazed yourself.\n\n"Mm, you know, if you like that... well, let's see." Your mother looks to the other side at Kevin, who's wiggling has ass and almost whimpering with obvious need. Grinning, your mother runs two fingers up his spine from his tailbone to the back of his neck, leaving a trail of glowing symbols that fade away quickly. Kevin gasps loudly, his back arching, and you watch in awe as he... changes. His ass shifts shape, rounding out as his hips similarly grow a bit smoother and sleeker, legs altering, his chest swelling outward against the couch cushions and his hair growing further down around his shoulders. But the most obvious change is between the legs as you watch his cock quickly shrink away, and the smooth skin below it shift and split open, forming into smooth lips that part slightly and display a perfect pink slit that almost immediately starts dribbling dampness down newly slender inner thighs. "There we go, dear, another pussy for you to fuck," your mother coos, giving one of Kevin's newly feminine asscheeks a squeeze. "This one brand new and untouched, so I bet it's even tighter, hm?"\n\nKevin looks over his... ah, her... shoulder at you. She sort of looks like a shorter, more slightly-built version of her big sister Tanya now, just... a lot cuter. You're expecting some demand to know what's going on, or a protest, but apparently at the moment the atmosphere of lust and need is so strong that instead she whimpers in a breathless, definitely female voice, "P-please, Jamie, fuck me, fuck my p-pussy..."\n\nHearing a plea like that is more than you can take, any reservations you had at all disintegrating instantly. You slip up behind Kevin and press your cock into place, and this time just push in with one long, slow, smooth stroke, feeling that brand new, never-touched, boy-turned-girl pussy spread around you and spasm in orgasm, Kevin's entire body rocking in sensations she probably never imagined before today. You grip her slightly slenderized waist and start pumping into her, letting her feel your balls slap against her new clit, letting her really know she's a girl and that she's getting fucked by a big, fat cock. The whole thing not only gives you a very hot mental feeling, but lends the energy spilling into you from her pleasure and orgasms a different... feel? taste? both?... than Maya's orgasms. You lean forward, sliding your hands under her chest to cup her breasts... they're at least as big as Maya's and firm and perfect in your hands, and her body writhes and her hips buck as you start gently kneading them and rubbing them.\n\n"Oh, oh fuck, oh fuuuuck, my tits feel so good, your cock feels so good in my pussy, Jamie, Jamiiiie," Kevin whines needfully, cumming all over your cock again. \n\nOf course, the fun doesn't stop once you've cum in that fresh new pussy. Both Maya and Kevin turn to start sucking you off again, this time your mother kissing you deeply and encouraging you to fondle her tits while your friends clean your cum and their mingled pussyjuices off of your pole. Then you lay on your back and Maya and Kevin are guided into taking turns riding your face and cock, leaning in to fondle each other's tits and kiss one another as your mother watches (and, you notice, stealthily takes a few commemorative photos with her camera). Kevin and your mother scissor their pussies together while you do a 'mating press' on Maya, leaning down to kiss her and feel your tits on her chest, before Kevin and Maya switch places, letting you go through the motions of trying to knock up your blonde best friend while your childhood friend and mother work their cunts against each other, smearing your cum between them. And of course, just to be fair, after that you mating press with your mother, feeling her big fat tits jiggle under your chest and her tongue writhe in your mouth while off to the side Kevin and Maya buck their hips against one another, both giving sweet girlish moans as they try to get one another off without your mother's expertise. And then it's on to more fun.\n\nEventually Maya and Kevin simply don't have the energy to continue. Both wind up flopped side-by-side on the floor in almost identical poses, arms at their sides and bodies twitching, pussies dribbling out some of the multiple loads of cum they've been filled with as they lay there mostly unconscious. You and your mother are reclined on the couch, observing your (and her) handiwork as your mother strokes your stiff prick, more just out of idle affection than any attempt to initiate more sex.\n\n"I think this was a very successful birthday party, don't you?" she asks warmly, glancing over at you and winking.\n\n"Eheh, yeah." You can't help but feel a bit smug, looking at your friends... both your female friends, now... laying there almost comatose from the number of orgasms you've given them. \n\n"The good news is, amidst all that extended activity, I formed a spirit link with both of them," your mother continues. "So you should be able to fuck them normally from now on. You're still under the same restrictions with everyone else, but these two are safe."\n\nYou blink. "Oh wow, you mean I won't, like, break Maya's brain, or turn Kevin gay when you turn him back, or turn them into thralls?"\n\n"Yes, no brain-breaking, no enthralling, just lots and lots of sex when you want to initiate it. I'll fog their memories of today just a bit so that they'll only remember whatever you remind them of." Your mother pauses, then raises her eyebrows. "But, dear, why would I turn Kevin back?"\n\n"Uh." You blink. "'Cause... I mean... among other reasons I think his family might notice if he's suddenly a girl."\n\n"Psh, I can take care of that," your mother declares with a flick of her hand. "Editing memories about that sort of thing is surprisingly easy, as is the little nudges necessary for records. I'll make it so that everyone, including her, remembers Kevin... hm, Keva? Keva... as always having been a girl."\n\nYou try to wrap your head around that idea. "Wouldn't that change a bunch of stuff? Like her personality?"\n\n"I'll change it as little as possible. So she'll most likely remember being a tomboy lesbian." Your mother grins and gives your cock a squeeze. "Just a tomboy lesbian who can't resist your dick now." Then your mother shrugs and slips your hand away. "But, she, or he, is your friend dear. If you <i>really</i> want him to go back, I'll do the change again before they wake up."\n\n<hr>\n[[Change Kevin back.|QOFamInc]]\n\n[[Leave Kevin as Keva... for now.|QOFam4x4]]

It looks like most of the mascots here are your good old fallbacks... witches, ghosts, mummies, werewolves, vampires, all that. Though you notice that all the costumes are really quality... especially the werewolves, as you'd already noticed in passing. They must have spent a ton on the costumes... they've got big long arms and articulated muzzles, and it even looks like real fur. Pretty impressive, you've got to say.\n\nMost of them are carrying plastic pumpkin pails or pillowcases or other things, and handing out pieces of candy and slips of paper you assume are coupons. Sort of like trick-or-treating, but instead of going door-to-door you've just gotta walk up to a mascot. Neat!\n\nSo, let's see, who to approach first?\n\n<hr>\n[[Witch.|HWLWitchStart]]\n\n[[Ghost.|HWLGhostStart]]\n\n[[Werewolf.|HWLWolfStart]]\n\n[[Mummy.|HWLMummyStart]]\n\n[[Vampire.|HWLVampStart]]

Ah yeah, one of the standards... well, ever since Lord of the Rings it seems like it's all about the bastard swords, but still. This one isn't particularly fancy, with a fairly normal gold-ish hilt and pommel on either end of a shiny black grip, and an angular blade. Taking a quick glance to make sure no one's around, you reach out to touch said grip, almost able to wrap your hand entirely around it...\n\nBut the moment your skin makes contact, there's a bright flash, enough to overwhelm your vision and make you stumble back with a yelp, inadvertantly yanking the sword off of the wall. Afraid to drop it, you bring your hand up and rub at your eyes a little, wondering if that was some sort of alarm and you're about to have a security guard bearing down on you for trying to steal one of the exhibits. Instead, you hear an entirely unexpected sound... the whinny of a horse.\n\nJerking your head up, you stare around you as your vision clears. You're no longer inside the prop museum... in fact, you no longer seem to be inside at all! You're standing on a broad green plain made up of gently-rolling hills, with trees off in the distance and a road made of bare, packed earth nearby. The sound of a horse seems to be from the pair of people quickly riding towards you, a man and a woman in ragged leather gear, their hair long and matted, masks covering their lower face. Considering that the man's wielding a big double-headed axe and the woman's got a sword of her own, you don't think they're coming over to help you.\n\nYou look at the sword in your own hand, seeing a flash of your face... except it's not your face, not quite. The hair above it is blue, for one thing, and it also seems a bit older. Glancing down at yourself, you find that you're wearing a fairly elaborate getup consisting of a long coat, black pants, various bits of leather armor strapped over both, and various decorations as well as a swordbelt. You look like some sort of JRPG character! \n\n'Idiot, the bandits!' snaps a thought in your head, making you look up again. Oh crap, right, they'll be on you in a matter of seconds!\n\n<hr>\n[[Run!|EricMF]]\n\n[[Fight!|EricMF1x1]]

... Look, Arachne will be fine, right? She can probably just... warp out, or at least take on a few low-level monsters on her own. Right now you've got to think of yourself, and how to survive on your own.\n\nYou glance around nervously at the other obviously confused players-turned-adventurers, then decide to hurry off to be by yourself. You have no idea if the restrictions against fighting in town still work, and don't want to be there when someone goes crazy and tries to find out. What if the restrictions aren't in place and there aren't any guardians to smite people who attack others in town? What if the town isn't even a safe zone anymore and monsters could come rushing in at any time? You need to find somewhere to hunker down and figure things out.\n\nYou make your way to part of the town that's sparsely-traveled due to previously having nothing but a bunch of cosmetic buildings, and find one that you can settle down in the corner of. You open your menu and spend a bit of time going through it... looks like none of your custom macros or traybind icons came with you, so fighting could be a real chore if you had to try it. You definitely made the right call not going. ... Arachne'll be fine. You have to worry about you. You notice that there's an option for friend and guild chat and consider trying it, then quickly shake your head... you have no idea what the state of Pladium is or what's going on there, but you bet it's gonna be bad. No, you can't get dragged into that. You hesitate only briefly, then click the 'Leave Guild' button and turn off IMs.\n\nYou spend the next several hours going over the resources in your inventory and pondering various options of what to do. You're still not sure when you make your way out of the building, but it's getting dark and surprisingly cold, and you really don't want to spend the night out here. You make your way to the inn, glancing around and watchful all the while, feeling a sense of relief once you're in the wooden entry room with its fire crackling away. Hurrying to the NPC at the desk, you say, "Yeah, one room, please."\n\n"Sorry, full up."\n\n"W-wha?" you blink repeatedly. "What do you mean, full?!"\n\n"All our rooms went really fast tonight," he replies with a shrug.\n\nYou wince and hang your head. When Elder Tale was just an MMO, you only needed to rent a room to either heal and cure status effects, or if you wanted a 'rested' bonus from your time logged out, and the room would become available again when you logged out, so it was practically impossible for an inn to ever "fill up". But now people are actually using the rooms, and even if Devle wasn't super densely populated before, obviously the inn filling up would be one of the first things that happened. Stupid stupid stupid! You should have headed for the inn first thing!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to find somewhere else to stay.|GGET]]\n\n[[Sleep outside.|GGET]]\n\n[[Try to bargain with the innkeeper.|GGET]]

Curious more than anything, you follow the arrow to the break in the bushes, then walk along a path that's more packed grass and worn dirt than anything else. You seem to be going around the back of a lot of areas, making you even more certain this definitely isn't a place you're meant to be. But hey, that's sort of fun in itself, isn't it?\n\nThere are more occasional notebook paper signs or, every so often, a bit of graffiti pointing out the particular path to this supposed "Dudeland", until you find yourself walking on what does seem like an actual path, that turns into a bridge crossing some (rather green) water. Now you can see what must be your ultimate destination... it looks like some sort of pirate-themed town or something. But there's not a park employee in sight as you approach, though now you can hear the hooting and shouting of other kids.\n\nYou arrive on the main street to find your initial impressions correct... no park employees, no mascots, not even any adults that you can see, just a bunch of (mostly male) youngsters around your own age. Heck, a lot of the buildings don't even look like they're stocked or meant to be open, just a few basic lights on to indicate they have power.\n\n"Oh, hey man, welcome to 'Dudeland'," one of the nearby teens says, grinning. He looks like he might be a little bit older than you are, but only by a year at most. He's a few inches taller, with scruffy dark hair and a bit broad in the shoulders, skin tan from time spent in the sun. "Kinda lame name but that's what it's been called for awhile now, so eh."\n\n"What is this?" you ask, looking over and staring as a pair of teens start spraypainting a Herschel Horse (dressed as a pirate) statue.\n\n"From what I heard, Worldland was making 'Pirateland' or something, but partway through just completely ditched it. Left the place with a little power, like I guess so the pipes didn't freeze or whatever, but otherwise they pretty much just forgot about it. Some guys found it and now it's sorta a place for us ta run wild. Some of us have even been livin' here for awhile."\n\nThat grabs your attention. "Seriously? Living here?"\n\n"Yup, there's a place set up as a bunkhouse. We can even get food and drinks and stuff 'cause we found some employee uniforms and passes, all it takes is some of the older guys putting 'em on and walking up to the pallets meant for other parts of the park."\n\n"Geez, it's like..." You look around at the cheesy buildings with their layers of dust and low power, with hooting and shouting teenage guys climbing all over everything. "Paradise."\n\n"I know, right? Anyway, my name's Jack. Lemme give ya the rundown." He turns and starts pointing places out. "Over there's the '[[Avast Me Hearties Bar|DudeLB1x1]]', they got pool tables and beer and lots of fun shit like that. Dunno what they were gonna name it, but they've got an [[arcade|DudeLA1x1]] over there, still got some games and stuff in it though it's mostly old stuff. Over at the [[pirate ship|DudeLS1x1]] we do stuff like have mock pirate battles, y'know, to show off our sword skills." And not because playing pretend is still fun, obviously. "Or, y'know, ya can just [[wander around|DudeLW1x1]] some, great thing about this place, ain't no one gonna make ya do nothin'."

"Listen to me, dammit!" you snarl, looking down at her as her eyes start to clear and she struggles a little. "Listen! I'm not interested in making you my minion! Hell's bells!"\n\nShe hesitates, then glares up at you, glowing eyes almost literally flashing. "Bullshit. You said it yourself, your aim was to make a lesser demon servant."\n\nYou let out a sigh, and nod. "Yeah, I said that to the human Leslie. But you're not her, are you?"\n\n"Well... no," she admits, apparently having realized that when she took a moment to think of it. The naked succubus under you wriggles a little. "But you said..."\n\n"I know what I said, but I decided I wanted someone to talk to. A peer." Slowly, you release her wrists and raise your hands, before standing up. "That's why I made you a succubus. I <i>want</i> you to think for yourself."\n\nShe eyes you suspiciously, then slowly gets to her feet. Her tail lashes behind her for a few seconds like an upset cat, before she finally nods. "It's definitely better than being human," she decides. "And I guess you could have turned the human into almost anything, but you turned her into me. So... thanks for making me, I guess."\n\n"See? Was that so fuckin' hard?" you answer with a huff, but grin to make sure she knows you mean well. "Alright, so, let's start off again on the right foot." You hold out a hand. "Cyan."\n\nShe looks down at your hand briefly, as if still torn, before nodding and reaching out to grasp your wrist and give a quick shake. "Leslie, until I decide otherwise."\n\n"And since we're both using the memories of humans who were friends, until it's inconvenient let's act like we're friends too, alright?" you suggest.\n\n"That seems a reasonable enough plan," she muses aloud. "Alright, friends it is then." \n\n"Good. Then no more fighting?"\n\n"Each other, for now, at least. But what should we do instead...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Have fun with each other.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Fuck the boys.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Go to Hell.|GGHH]]

Gummi bears, perfect. You open the plastic lid of the bin just enough to slip your hand under and snag a red gummi bear, lowering the lid again as you pop the chewy candy into your mouth. Cherry flavor slides over your tongue with that particular slimy-solid feel of saliva applied to the surface of gummi candy before you give a few quick chews and swallow. Ha! Candy successfully taste-tested, and it was delicious!\n\nAlmost immediately, you start to feel strange. Your legs go rubbery and wobble underneath you as your whole body quickly loses strength. It's all you can do to mostly control your fall and thud into a seated position on the floor. You give your head a shake, but feel your neck stiffening up as you do, making it hard to look down at yourself to see what's wrong. But you can manage, and your eyes go wide as you can see your skin turning bright red! Your arms lift upward slowly, becoming stiff and solid and sticking out in front of you, your legs taking on a similar position, leaving you stuck sitting just as you are. Your head is slowly forced to raise upright so that you're staring straight ahead, but you can still see your hands at the bottom of your vision.\n\nYou try to scream and call out for help, but it feels like your lips are pasted together. You watch as your red hands gradually grow slightly transparent, giving a very vague view of the racks and floor beyond them. But the moment that's finished, they begin to change further, your fingers melding together as your arms begin to shrink in towards your body. You can feel your feet similarly shrinking down and slipping out of your shoes and socks, growing shorter inside your jeans. The whole shop starts to rise upward as well as you shrink down further and further, your t-shirt growing loose on you as your pants crumple to the floor along with your panties, your legs and arms having turned into little more than nubs sticking off your squat barrel of a body. As you finish shrinking, your hair having molded into your head and disappearing, the collar of your shirt falls away around you, leaving you sitting there atop the pile of your clothes.\n\nYou've been turned into an oversized gummi bear!\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|GGCandy1x3]]

You can't move as you hear the sound of footsteps approaching, forced to stare straight ahead as what must be the shop owner comes into view. She's a pretty woman of medium height with somewhat curvy hips and a big bust, which her low-cut, off-the-shoulder black dress certainly shows off, the bottom portion of it cut up one side to show off most of her leg on that side. Perched atop her long, wavy blonde head is a stereotypical broad-brimmed witch's hat. She peers down at you with green, catlike eyes, grinning broadly. "Oho! Looks like we caught another candy 'sampler', hm? Serves you right, the signs are there for a reason!"\n\nShe leans down and hefts you into her hands, hmming as she gives your semi-solid form a few squeezes. You can feel her warm fingers indenting your substance, hot and not a little arousing on your "naked skin". After turning you around slowly, she grins. "My my, you turned into a nice one. Definitely a keeper. But let's test you out real quick, shall we? Just to make sure." Keeping hold of you with one hand, she reaches down with the other to pull the skirt of her dress up and to the side, revealing that beneath it she's got a rather sizeable cock to match her other impressive endowments! She wraps her hand around it and gives it a few strokes, quickly coaxing it to full hardness, the pale, smooth-looking skin somehow looking girlish and feminine despite the obvious maleness of the organ.\n\nGripping you with both hands, the woman lowers you down to her cock and presses you against the tip of it, wiggling the solid, flat bottom of your body around to get you in good position, before she starts to shove forward. Your substance splits open under the force, allowing her hot, throbbing length to slide inside as it makes its own hole to fuck. You can feel her shaft sliding deep up inside you, no doubt quite visible inside your see-through red body. She wiggles you further down onto her cock until her cockhead is pushed up inside your own bear-shaped head, then begins pumping you up and down along her length, using you as an edible dicksleeve.\n\nYou were already shocked by your transformation into an oversized candy, and now the fact that a beautiful woman with a dick is using you as a sex toy, and it feels <i>amazing</i>, essentially breaks a bit of your mind. You're lost in the feel of your entire body being fucked, the way you squish and wobble and suck at her prick with your gel-like form. You're not even sure if you can actually orgasm in this form or not, but you definitely feel pleasure from being handled and squished and fucked.\n\nSince she is standing right near the front door of her shop, the woman apparently doesn't feel like holding back, and soon gives a soft, joyous squeal as her cock throbs and begins jetting inside you. The warmth and force of her jizz forms out a little reservoir inside your head, literally filling where your brain should be with cum. With a happy sigh, the woman pulls you off of her cock with a loud slurping noise, the hole made by her cock partly sealing up and leaving your head full of fuck. "Definitely a keeper. Let's take you back and put you with the others." As she carries you towards the back of the shop, she lifts you and bites off one of your ears, finally giving you that burst of orgasm you'd been waiting for as her teeth pierce through your yielding substance and pull part of it away.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|GGCandy1xEnd]]

"Let's go check out the basement," you say with a wicked grin, snatching up one of the electric lanterns. You try to hold it up so that it casts shadows on your face, but only succeed in almost clonking yourself on the chin. "Can't be idiot teenage girls in a haunted house without checking the basement!"\n\nLeslie laughs, probably more at your almost collision with your own lamp than at your joke. But she too grabs one of the lights, and the two of you start wandering around in search of the basement door. You soon find a doorway that opens up into darkness and a set of bare wooden steps down. Carefully testing the top step with a few presses of your foot, you judge it likely safe enough and head down, hearing the boards groan almost melodramatically under your shoe soles. "Keep an eye out for a pullstring or a lightswitch or something, there's gotta be some lights down here somewhere."\n\n"I'm not sure about that," Leslie murmurs sardonically, though at least her enthusiasm doesn't seem to have disappeared. She remains close behind you, the boards not creaking quite as much beneath her smaller frame (that is definitely what it is, your butt has not been bigger lately, seriously). "Man, is it a long way down or what? How deep is this basement?"\n\n"Well the house is like, really old... maybe they needed it deep under the ground to keep stuff cold, when it was first built," you offer in reply. Now that you mention it, a little chill does run through you, making you wish you'd worn a jacket. But finally you feel the solid thump of concrete under your feet instead of the slight bend of wood, and you take a few steps onto real floor. The basement certainly isn't ritzy or plush like the house above must have been at one time... it looks a lot like the basements you've been in in lots of other houses, with visible wood slats on the ceiling and a flat grey floor. About all that can be said is that at least the ceiling is high enough that it doesn't contribute to claustrophobia... though when you lower your lantern even a little, the ceiling disappears into shadow, giving it a rather creepy vibe all of its own.\n\n"So far looks like we're more likely to find a rusty hammer and maybe a saw with missing teeth than any demons," Leslie notes ruefully, though you think you hear just a thread of tension in her own voice too. Maybe it's because despite the fact that the basement is large enough that it might even cause a bit of echo normally, it seems like the sound of her voice gets swallowed up the moment it leaves the somewhat wan light of the two electric lanterns.\n\n"Let's go a little further back, I think..." You start, but trail off into silence. Man, that really is a pretty spooky effect, especially hearing it happen to your own voice. Still, it's probably just a trick of accoustics, and you're not too worried as you head further into the basement, Leslie following gamely after you. Soon you can just barely see the outlines of tall wooden wine racks and storage shelves. "Hey, those were in the movie. Which means the whole 'demon ritual' must have been right around..."\n\n"Yeah, I almost just stepped in a candle, in fact," Leslie says sheepishly, doing a little hop before pointing down. "Look, it's <i>exactly</i> like the movie, they must've just left it this way and it's been sitting here ever since." Both of you lower your lanterns, and there it is... a pentagram spray-painted on the floor. It's faded into a sort of greyish-pink color, but it's definitely the exact same one that was in the movie, as are the burned-low candles arrayed around the edge of it. Leslie straightens and trots over to the side where there's a worktable, and laughs in delight. "Check it out, they even left one of their props!" she declares, holding up a red leather-bound book.\n\n"Ooo, lemme see!" You hurry over, doing your own half-hop over one of the candles (you could just step over it, but why?). You set your lantern down on the worktable, then take the book from Leslie, starting to flip through it. "Man, they totally don't make props like this anymore. This thing is all written out, fully illustrated. Y'know in the Evil Dead series, the Necronomicon only had like four pages that just repeated over and over again? Not this thing. I can't believe someone just left this here, even if it's just from some lame movie no one ever heard of, it'd be worth something to somebody." You turn the book a little and point. "See? This is the incantation they used in the movie, it's all written out, they wouldn't have even needed to memorize it."\n\nLeslie looks for a minute, then grins and fishes a lighter out of her pocket. Leaving her own lantern on the worktable, she finds the nearest candle and squats to light it, before sort of crab-shuffling over to the next one. "I have got a great idea."\n\n"Huh?"\n\n"Let's do it! That demon possession ritual from the movie!" Leslie giggles a bit as she continues lighting the ring of candles, the flickering light just barely managing to illuminate all the bits of the pentacle nearby. "It'll be a scream, we can record it on one of our phones, and then if we can find a copy of that movie, we'll splice them together one after the other or something, make for a great youtube video."\n\nYou've gotta admit, that <i>does</i> sound like something amusing to show everyone who wasn't here. Even if it's not a famous movie, recreating a scene from it with the actual props and in the actual place it was filmed is an exciting idea. Still... something in the back of your brain itches at you, saying that this just seems like a bad idea on some level. On the previous hand, Leslie <i>does</i> seem pretty enthusiastic, it'd suck to basically start off the evening by squashing her fun idea...\n\n"There," Leslie announces, finishing lighting all the candles while you're busy considering. She tucks her lighter back in her pocket, then grins at you. "So who's gonna stand in the circle and act possessed, and who's gonna do the reading?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll stand in the circle.|GGHH6x1]]\n\n[[She'll stand in the circle.|GGHH10x1]]\n\n[[Both stand in the circle.|GGHH2x2]]\n\n[[Let's not and say we did.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

You're kind of expecting some sort of weird sickly sweet musky smell when you squirt the stuff into your hand, but the scent is actually... it's hard for you to pin down but it's definitely <i>manly</i>. Like... woodsmoke and power tools and steak, or something. Happy enough, you start lathering up with it, rubbing the stuff over your body, working it into a thick mass of suds that is somehow a particularly manly blue-grey color like gunmetal or something. As you rub it in, and both the lather and the water start washing away some of the dirt covering you, you notice that you look better than you thought you did... you were pretty skinny even before you spent time on the road not eating that well, but actually you seem to have acquired pretty decent tone along the way. Heck, it looks like you have actual <i>abs</i> now... maybe it was going over all those bumpy roads in that bus that actually gave your muscles a workout or something? Although as your hands naturally wander lower and spend some time lathering up and washing one of the places that's more pleasurable than necessary, you turn your mind from bus rides to more pleasant things... like the amazingly beautiful, huge-breasted woman outside waiting for you. The thought must really be stirring things up, because you're bigger and harder than you've ever been before, actually needing both hands to stroke your soap-slick prick.\n\nSuddenly filled with pure masculine confidence, you rinse off and shove the handle to turn the water off, not bothering to dry off before marching back out into the room. As you do, Mai turns towards you, apparently having already divested herself of her own skimpy outfit, bare breasts wobbling back and forth. "Well! Someone got clean and eag-" Before she can finish, you've stepped in and grabbed her by the back of her thighs, easily lifting her off the ground as she gives a yip of surprise... pleased surprise by the way her cheeks flush. In a moment you've turned and moved her up to pin her against the wall, hefting her luscious legs up and hauling her into position, then driving forward into her pussy. Mai moans loudly, wrapping her arms and legs around you as you pin her to the wall with your thrusts, your hands moving to grab a big double handful of her round, squeezable ass to hold her up with as you fuck her hard and deep, operating on some deep instinct to both please her and claim her as your own in the process.\n\nYou fuck her until you've felt her pussy quiver and squeeze around you twice, each time feeling a gush of wetness dribble down over your balls, before you lift her up again and carry her over the bed, dropping her down onto her back and then pushing her legs forward, practically folding her in half as you climb on top of her. Framing her tits with her legs and then pressing your chest against them, you start pounding down into her in an unapologetic full-on mating press, doing your best to drive her through the mattress. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck me with your big teenage prick, fuck me, oh <i>fuck</i>!" Mai gasps out as you slam into her like trying to drive a nail through wood, with her loving every second of it to judge by the way her eyes are rolling and her lips are curled in a smile. This time once you've made her cum on you a few times, you drive in deep and empty your balls into her pussy, thick spurts of white welling up around the base of your prick and dribbling down her slick little taint to her pucker.\n\nShortly after, you have her turned with her head over the side of the bed, slowly pumping your cock into her mouth and watching her throat bulge around it, listening to her moan in obvious pleasure at sucking you off as you play with her tits. Her nipples are stiff and puffy, silently begging you to pinch and tug at them as you toy with those gorgeous globes, sometimes just resting your hands on them and letting them jiggle beneath your palms from the impact of the root of your cock against her perfect pink lips and your balls against her face. When you pull back and stroke yourself the last few times needed to bring yourself off, her tongue is jutted out and her mouth open eagerly, obviously wanting as much of your thick cum as you'll give her.\n\nThen it's on all fours, you leaning in close to fondle her tits as your hips slap against that big round ass, Mai turning her head so the two of you can swirl your tongues lewdly against one another's, like some mingling of humans in lust and beasts in rut. On and on you fuck her, driven by some relentless need to show your prowess as a man, to make her cum over and over even as you use her to empty your balls repeatedly, a blend of animal and human longing to both pleasure and possess. Your mind gradually descends into more and more instinctual thought, as you suspect does Mai's, the two of you becoming just bodies driven by lust as you rearrange yourselves into whatever position drives your desires at the moment, everything fading into a hazey, blank expanse of sweat and moans and cum.\n\nYou wince a little at the brightness on your eyelids, squinting and then gradually opening your eyes to find that it's sunlight pouring in and over the bed. There's the smell of cooked meat in the air, your stomach giving a growl as you look over towards the kitchen area. "Morning~!" Mai chirps from the stove, humming and shimmying her hips, apron strings swaying across her bare ass. She turns and carries the pan over to the table, the front of the apron not quite covering the sides of her breasts and just barely coming down below her crotch. "Come get breakfast!"\n\n"... Um." You look down at yourself, assessing things with a clearer head. Your body is... definitely way more toned and obviously muscular than it was yesterday. Not to a ridiculous extent, but you look like you should be on the wrestling team back at Deviville High at least. And your morning wood is... pornographic. Like, actually worthy of being in porn, probably 'big dick' porn at that. Even as you're looking down at it, Mai approaches the bed and leans down, wrapping a hand around the base of it and lifting it up some so she can slide her lips over it, making you moan as she starts stroking deliberately and bobbing her head, tongue working over your throbbing prick with expert skill. It doesn't take long before you're letting out a longer, lower moan and bucking your hips up, feeding her an apparently very large load of cum to judge by just how many spurts you can feel shuddering orgasmicly through your crotch.\n\n"Mm! And there's a little pre-breakfast milk for me," she announces happily as she straightens up, wiping a fingertip along the corner of her mouth and sucking it off lightly.\n\nBlushing, you sit up. "What... exactly happened last night?"\n\n"Looks like you got into some of my special toiletries. Not everyone has quite so strong a reaction, but apparently some people take to them a bit better than others. C'mon, your breakfast will get cold, and you really should replenish nutrients, stud," Mai adds with a wink before turning and sashaying back to the table.\n\n... Food first, confusion later, also probably more fucking, that last being added in practically a caveman grunt inside your head. You get up and head over to the table, feeling less awkward than you'd expect about sitting down to breakfast naked. It's quite a spread, too... bacon, two kinds of sausage, an omelette, pancakes, muffins, and even a small steak. Even as you're staring at it, Mai pours you a particularly large glass of orange juice.\n\n"Liquids~!"\n\nFlushing a little again, you nevertheless tear into the repast... despite how hungry you were before, you don't think you've ever eaten this much in one sitting in your life, and yet you just keep going and going. Bit by bit, the breakfast disappears past your lips, while Mai nibbles daintily on one of the muffins.\n\n"I think you'll find there's lots of weird, fun stuff around here. You know, besides sexy park mascots that take cute teenage boys home," she adds with a saucy wink. Then she glances at the wall clock and 'tches' softly, standing up and walking over to the dresser, bare tits and ass jiggling as she unties the apron and lifts it off to toss it on the bed. "Speaking of sexy park mascots, I'll be late if I don't leave now."\n\n"Oh, um," you pause, your last bite of steak practically in your mouth. "Do you need to go, really?"\n\n"Sadly, much as I'd like to take the day," she replies as she finishes hauling up a pair of very short jogging shorts, then starts pulling on a tanktop. "But hey, I'd love it if you stuck around... last night was some of the most fun I've had in awhile! Basically for the time being, my apartment is your apartment, make yourself at home, and I'll be back early this evening for some more fun." The curvacious woman gives you another wink as she steps into a pair of slipons at the door, then blows you a kiss before slipping out and closing the door after herself.\n\n... Huh. Just like that, you've... got a place to stay, for the time being. And now have the body of an athlete and the dick of a Top Ten actor on Pornhub. And an incredibly hot adult woman who cooks for you, fucks you, and calls you 'stud'. Talk about from rags to an embarrassment of riches. You finish the last few bites of your breakfast and guzzle down the last of the OJ before sitting back in the chair. This has certainly been a wild ride... ... there was a bit of wild riding last night, too, you vaguely recall. But this is definitely a case of not looking a gift horse in the mouth if ever there was one, you think as you take a look around the very nice open floorplan apartment.\n\n<hr>\n[[Relax and make yourself at home.|HLMai]]\n\n[[Look into these "special toiletries".|HLMai9x2]]\n\n[[Bet Mai has some fun toys~!|HLMai]]\n\n[[Time to grab anything that's not nailed down and skedaddle.|HLMai]]

"Special toiletries"... so she's just got stuff laying around that can cause you to grow muscles and a bigger dick? Your innate curiosity basically demands you go looking for more of this sort of thing! Your decision made, you get up and start rummaging around the apartment, looking for anything that stands out or seems like it might be "special".\n\nAdmittedly, one of the first places you look is in the fridge, where you drain about half the milk. But you also notice among the more standard bits of food that there's a package of '[[Biggy Bacon|HLMai]]' that doesn't have anything but the name and a picture of a cartoon pig winking slightly too suggestively, no bar code or nutrition listings, marking it as not actually being from a store. After that you head back into the bathroom, checking out the counter area and medicine cabinet, which is obviously the first place a lot of people snoop but you've at least got a reason. You do find several things that, well, just the names alone are enough to be obviously some sort of weird items, like [[Prick Pills|HLMai]], [[Cock Cream|HLMai]], and [[Oil of Allure|HLMai10x1]]. You're also kind of curious about the '[[Sword|HLMai9x3]]' body wash itself, weren't there a few other kinds last night?

Yeah, let's start with the one you know works. Stepping into the largely dry shower, you eye the rack with the stuff in it.\n\nAlright, let's see, there's the 'Sword' itself, 'Bodywash for Manly Men'. Obviously it made you more stereotypically manly, with more muscles, a bigger dick, and a big confidence boost. So by that logic, the 'Elegant Lady Vanilla Bodywash' would probably make someone more stereotypically feminine... would it turn you into a girl?! Wow, weird thought... but not as weird as seeing the horse shampoo again. 'Whoa nelly,' you think, then snicker to yourself. But wow, would that really make you a...? ... Or maybe just parts of you.\n\nObviously the generic stuff probably doesn't do anything but get the gunk off of you. ... Which you probably ought to at least use some of that, considering the night of wild sweaty fluid-flinging sex. Although now that you're here, you're sort of curious about the other stuff. Actually... what would happen if you mixed them? You don't really want to lose this amazing dick you have, especially since Mai seems so fond of it, but she also seems to consider the effects of these things very fun. So maybe if you mixed the Sword bodywash with one of the others?\n\n<hr>\n[[Mix Sword and Elegant Lady.|HLMai9x4]]\n\n[[Mix Sword and horse shampoo.|HLMai]]

You hang from a long chain attached to the ceiling somewhere above, the leather cuffs holding your wrists tight together and over your head, almost your entire body weight supported by your arms. Your toes can just barely brace on the ground, keeping you from hanging limp, the necessary pose arching your back, constantly jutting out your tits and lifting your ass for display. You've been like this for a few days now... you're fairly certain normal people would have dislocated their arms by now or something else equally unpleasant. But though there's discomfort, and sometimes pain, you always endure... you just keep going, trying to keep yourself up, taking the punishment, because it's what the inhuman creature that owns you body and soul has decreed you'll do.\n\nYou look around the 'playroom', though not much has changed. All the various racks, instruments, and machines the Mistress likes to use on you or the others are currently unoccupied. Your only company at the moment is your fellow slave... though she's not exactly much company these days. Mistress especially likes to treat her... didn't her name used to be 'Leslie'?... as an animal. Her hair, both on her head and in between her legs, is thick and shaggy, and her eyes betray little more than animal intelligence as she too gazes around the room. She shifts on all fours, the tags of her collar jingling, but she can't move too much... the little cage she's kept in simply doesn't have enough room. Her tongue lolls out as she pants a bit, wiggling a bit more in sudden excitement, letting out a few wordless yaps of happiness.\n\nSoon you get to see what got her reacting. The Mistress strides past you, in her full glorious demonic form, immense red tits wobbling and huge crimson cock swaying. Svarog pads along beside her, larger and with powerful tiger-like claws on display, horns curling from the sides of his head, tusklike teeth jutting up from his lower jaw. "Yes, yes, it's playtime," she coos to the wiggling, excited slave, leaving you to bite your lip in hopes that she's not the only one that's getting attention today. You watch as the door of the cage is opened and Leslie quickly crawls out, yapping happily and raising her ass as Errana gives it a smack with her hand, wiggling it in plea for more. Errana gives her a few more smacks, then straightens up.\n\n"Alright, bitch. I've decided today's the day. I'm actually going to breed you. Are you ready to have Svarog's puppies?" She laughs as the naked, collared slave can't spin around and present to the big beast fast enough, not even bothering to watch as Svarog mounts her, his immense, black-veined, red-fleshed cock penetrating her hairy pussy and sliding in deep. Instead the demoness moves around behind you, making you quiver with anticipation. Just as you'd hoped, a moment later there's a whistling sound and a crack, making you cry out with mingled pain and joy at the expert strike of the whip across your back. You jerk and twitch in your bonds, watching your fellow slave being beastfucked as you're whipped, envying her that massive red cock pounding into her long since stretched and darkened cunt even as you revel at the strikes of the whip on your back, your ass, your own puffy, well-used lips.\n\nAs Svarog's knot is starting to swell and pound against the other slave's battered cuntlips, the Mistress's huge breasts press against your whip-marked back, making you shiver as she leans in to whisper in your ear. "This is the day, pet. All these years, I've been keeping you under a spell of obedience. Letting it slowly, gradually erode your free will. But the last choice has to be yours. Just like I let the little one make her own choice just now... she chose to give up the last of her sentience, the last of her humanity, and become truly a bitch. Look at her, pet."\n\nYou shudder a little as you look at... Leslie, yes, Leslie... being fucked by Svarog. Yes, her eyes are completely now, her face a bestial mask of brainless pleasure. There's little doubt in your mind that as Svarog forces that huge knot into her and ties inside her, as she howls animalistically with glee, that this time she really is being impregnated with puppies. You gasp loudly as Errana presses your legs together, closing them around her cock, thrusting it gently between your thighs and against your dripping pussy.\n\n"But it's your last chance. You can say 'no'. I'll turn you free, with your memory blanked, none the worse for wear. You can go home, to your family, resume your life. Or..." Her gloved hand grips your chin and turns your head, towards a brazier hosting several long metal bars, the lower halves of them glowing. "You can be mine forever. An eternal cycle of being punished, and being fucked and knocked up with my imps and Svarog's puppies, and being punished again. Thousands of years of constant pain and pleasure and my cock. What say you?"\n\nThe decision really should be harder, with it finally being yours to make again. But almost instantly, you're moaning out, "Please... let me be yours... brand me, then fuck me and knock me up, I'm begging you!"\n\n"Of course. Good pet," she coos, stroking your hair as if you were one of the animals still rutting in front of you, making their inhuman sounds of coupling. She walks away, easily gripping one of the irons and drawing it out of the coals, showing off the glowing orange emblem on the end. She lets you have a good, long look as she carries it over, then moves behind you. "Be sure to scream for me, darling."\n\nAs the hot metal presses to your ass, as you can hear your skin sizzle and smell it cook, you let out a shriek of intense pain and almost intense orgasm, screaming out the last of your free will and personhood as the Mistress's mark is permanently etched into your flesh.\n\nIt feels... so good.\n\n<b>Errana</b> end - <i>Permanent marker</i>

"Ye-..." You start, then trail off. Your mind feels exceptionally slow to catch up to what you actually heard, and you turn your head to look at her. "I... didn't say anything about Raptarrans, where did you hear that?"\n\nFrom the doorway, Liz snorts. "You blew it, Mom," she chides, even as her lips are curling up in a smirk again.\n\n"Oh dear, so I did," Kathren answers sheepishly, even though she too has begun to grin. "I don't think it matters, though, it looks like it's already taken effect. It's hitting the cute alien slut particularly hard, look," she adds with a giggle.\n\n"Wha...?" You turn your head, looking across the table, where Fiviv is sitting swaying in her chair slightly, her eyes heavy-lidded and face slack, as if she were practically asleep sitting up. "Loo... tennit... snap... owd..." you try, words coming out in a slur. You try to go for the phaser holstered at your hip, but all that happens when you try to move your arms is them flopping to your sides, the teacup clattering to the tabletop and spilling its contents across the surface.\n\n"You see, Doctor Fukher didn't just drop by and leave with my husband," Kathren explains in a cheerful tone as she starts to unbutton the waistband of her skirt, Liz coming to stand beside her and unbuttoning her own blouse. "She actually told us everything. About the Raptarrans, about how they're going to conquer the Federation and turn its people into their toys," she continues as she unbuttons her own blouse as Liz shrugs hers off and starts undoing her shorts, neither woman apparently wearing a bra.\n\n"We probably wouldn't have gone along with it, of course, but turns out the Raptarran already shared some things with our friend the Doctor. Like genetic manipulation techniques," Liz picks up, smirking as your eyes widen at the sight of the thick, half-hard cock that flops free once she opens her shorts and shoves them down, her mother's lacy white panties sporting a similarly large bulge. "They not only altered our bodies, they opened our minds."\n\n"Raptarrans have little use for non-Raptarrans other than using them as tools of entertainment or pleasure, but there's always a spot for assistants and collaborators, isn't there?" Kathren adds, as if she were discussing the building of a new park with playground equipment. She hooks her thumbs into her panties and skins them down, her cock springing free, her delicate hand wrapping around it and giving it a few strokes. "So of course she and Liz and I are going to be the Raptarrans' fucktoys... but we'll be special fucktoys, that get to rape and play with the other fucktoys too."\n\n"Like this one!" Liz adds cheerfully as she moves over to one side of Fiviv.\n\nYou try to move to stop them, or at least shout out in protest, but little happens other than your mouth opening and closing slightly. All you can do is watch as the naked hermaphrodite mother and daughter pair lift Fiviv up onto her back on the table and then yank and tug at her uniform, pulling the top and pants off along with her boots and underwear, until the toned, purple-skinned woman is naked in front of you, half laying in the puddle of tea. Kathren lifts Fiviv's legs up, hands resting on the front of her knees as she works her hips slowly, rubbing the underside of her cock along the lips of the lieutenant's purple pussy. "My my, before today I've never even done more than shake hands with an alien, and now I'm going to knock this little Devonian bitch up," Kathren declares in an 'isn't it a funny old world' tone, laying one hand briefly against her cheek. \n\n"Always a good thing to broaden horizons," Liz snickers as she pushes a thumb on Fiviv's chin where her head is leaned over the side of the table, making the purple-skinned woman open her mouth. Using her other hand, the teenager guides her cock past those soft purple lips, then presses in, E'li's throat bulging even as her pussy is spread open by Kathren's fat prick.\n\nSoon the Dikhard women are spitroasting the alien lieutenant with a will, moaning and gasping eagerly, Kathren's tits rubbing against Fiviv's legs, the barely conscious alien's own breasts as well as Liz's bouncing and jiggling with the motions. Liz's balls slap against Fiviv's face as that slender purple throat bulges repeatedly, while Kathren's balls slap against her taint, both Earthling women squealing and moaning shamelessly as they violate their guest. You're powerless to do anything but sit and watch as they fuck your assistant from both ends, mother and daughter leaning forward to twine their tongues together, reaching out to fondle each other's tits briefly before Kathren returns to gripping their victim's legs and Liz to fondling Fiviv's tits.\n\n"Yes, yes, I'm going to knock her up, I'm going to put a slave baby in her!" Kathren suddenly gasps, before shoving forward hard, grinding her hips in as she groans happily. "Ohhhh yes, yes fuck, take that human slave seed, you worthless alien cunt, mmmmmfuck!" she moans out, even in the midst of her filthy talk somehow retaining a bit of that gentle, old-fashioned motherly tone.\n\n"Gosh, Mom, careful or someone's going to think you sound racist," Liz says dryly as she pulls her now glistening, saliva-dripping prick from Fiviv's mouth and throat and turns towards you. You find yourself hefted up and bent over the table, your cheek thumping against Fiviv's bare belly as your pants are hauled down over your ass and down around your hips. "Oh, don't worry, you're gonna love this," Liz explains to you as she starts kneading your ass, sending little shivers of pleasure through you. "That drug-laced tea Beverley made up wasn't just a tranquilizer... among other things, it was an aphrodisiac and a fertility inducer. The mental affects are fun too... among them, you're going to get addicted to being used as a breeding sow," she adds with a snicker, delivering a slap to your ass that sends a small orgasm racing through your muscles and making your previously untouched pussy twitch.\n\nBy the time she actually pushes her cock into you, you're dripping wet, and can't help but give a low, muffled moan as she slides deep inside you. Gripping your hips, she starts fucking you hard and fast, obviously having worked herself up quite a bit by using Fiviv's throat but not cumming yet. You're rocked against Fiviv's belly, which actually bulges slightly under your cheek as Kathren starts fucking her again, apparently not satisfied with already having knocked her up. The sight, the sound, the smell of your companion getting fucked so close to you is just making it harder and harder to resist the creeping, twinging claws of the thought that you want it, you want to be knocked up, you want to be a little slave breeder, you want to be a good little baby factory for the Raptarrans and their collaborators.\n\nAnd then Liz is moaning as she shoves forward, and you can feel a hot, wet rush spreading inside you. You're starkly, completely aware that you're conceiving, that her cum is flooding into you and meeting an egg, that you're being knocked up, and the realization sends an intense orgasm shuddering through your helpless body, your eyes rolling up and tongue lolling out, dripping saliva onto the bulge of Kathren's thrusting cock through Fiviv's toned purple belly. \n\n"Welcome to the winning side, Commander," Liz sneers.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|TrekF9axEnd]]

You decide to wander around the park without heading for any particular place. After all, there's plenty of stuff for a teenage guy to do, especially when he doesn't have to worry about anyone expecting him, following him around, and so on, and so on.\n\n<b>[[Mascots|WLMascotsStart]]</b>: Definitely more for the kiddies, but eh. May as well take a look at them, they might be good for a laugh.\n\n<b>[[Cruise for hookups|WLMHookupStart]]</b>: There's probably plenty of attractive people around who are looking for a little more fun than rollercoasters and souvenir shops can provide.\n\n<b>[[Look for a good hiding spot|WLMLurkStart]]</b>: Maybe you can stay after the park closes and find a decent place to sleep.\n\n<b>[[Look for some mischief|WLMischiefStart]]</b>: Just general chicanery to get into.

Between the music, lights, and the sheer number of people, you're quickly starting to feel a bit overloaded. Desperate for at least a temporary respite, you look around for anywhere that seems like it might lead to somewhere more calm, and quickly spot a set of stairs leading up. Mentally apologizing to Amber and hoping she can still find you, you turn and hurry up the steps, the music and flashing lights being dulled some as you round a corner and head further up, almost immediately providing some relief, the sound still there but a bit more distant.\n\nAt the top of the stairs is a long passage a bit like a hotel hallway, albeit the rooms aren't numbered, instead having small 'Occupied' lights above the door handles. 'I wonder what this place is?' you think in an example of astounding naivete even for you, looking at the doors as you walk along, hoping that like a hotel hallway maybe there's a bench or a chair somewhere you can sit down and rest in. \n\nAs you pass by a door, you notice that it's been left open, and hear some faint wet noises from inside. '... Huh, deja vu,' you think a little distantly, looking at the door. What does this remind you of...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go look.|QOGF2x1]]\n\n[[Keep moving.|QOGF1x5]]

"I just... I just think you'd both be happier if it was an... all together thing," you murmur, looking down.\n\n"Oh this ought to be good," Morrigan snorts, folding her arms again.\n\n"Jamie, what are you <i>talking</i> about?" Maya demands in an exasperated tone, hands thumping on her hips.\n\n"Well... you told me once, Maya, that you hated the rigid way society tried to dictate that relationships should work, right?" you note, glancing up at her briefly.\n\n"Uh, well, I..." She glances away, bringing a hand up to rub her upper arm. "I mean, at the time I was mostly trying to convince myself I should ask you out instead of waiting for you to ask me out, but I do believe that, yeah."\n\n"And Morrigan, I'm just kind of guessing, but I bet you kind of hate the idea of completely standard everyday monogamous marriage?"\n\n"Iiiii would like to wind up as far away from what my parents have as possible, yes," Morrigan admits, rolling her shoulders. \n\n"And I mean... if I was with someone I'd try as hard as I could for them, but... I know I'm not very good at talking to other people or confronting bad situations or anything," you say with a heavy sigh. "I mean, the whole reason I asked Morrigan to come out here with me is because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to help Maya out on my own. Maybe it seems like if I wound up with someone I'd just be a drag on them, so... if we both had someone else to help... and... you were saying how you were close friends, and I don't want that to end because of me, so I... y-yeah... ... sorry."\n\nBoth of them stare at you for long moments, only breaking it to briefly glance at each other. Then you squeak a little as you find both of them stepping in and wrapping their arms around you for a hug.\n\n"We're sorry, Jamie."\n\n"We didn't mean to put all that shit on you." \n\nThey both look up and at each other, then step back, leaving you wobbling a little, worried that your face paint might start melting from your blush.\n\n"Sorry, Maya."\n\n"Sorry, Morrigan. ... And honestly, he's right. And you're right. You've been one of my best friends for a long time, it would be really shit to throw it all away, even to be with the guy I... like." She glances at you, then looks back at Morrigan. "Aaaand if I'm honest it's not like I haven't thought about it at least once. Or twice."\n\nMorrigan grins broadly at that, the skull paint making it look a bit more leer-like. "I've thought about it more than that." Giggling a little at Maya's obviously flustered look, Morrigan reaches out to snag one of your hands, then holds her other out to Maya. "So. Just for a start. How about we all get some pizza, and we all share the couch during the movie, huh?"\n\n"I think..." Maya looks back and forth between the two of you, then grins as she sets her hand in Morrigan's. "I think that works, yeah."\n\n"How 'bout you, Jamie? That good with you?" Both of them look at you, grinning now, as Morrigan gives your hand a squeeze.\n\n"Um... yeah." Finally, you start smiling too. "Yeah, that'd be... really good."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|QOGothHW2x3]]

"Um, I guess I'll drink from your..." You gesture towards her big molded breasts, looking a bit dubious.\n\n"Alright, deary. Sit up a bit," she says cheerfully as she leans in. You sit up in the bed, legs curled around a bit as she offers one of the pink rubber nipples capping her breasts to you. You place a hand on either side of it and lean in, wrapping your lips around the thick nub and starting to suck.\n\nCandy immediately moans, and you're surprised when just as quickly you feel liquid rushing into your mouth over your tongue. It's thick, rich, and actually kind of sweet, more like cream than milk. It's absolutely delicious, too, and you find yourself sucking harder, gulping down thick mouthful after thick mouthful of the delicious milk.\n\nYou feel a tingling in your chest, but don't pay it much attention, thus not really notice as your nipples turn pink and puffy. Your chest begins to swell, quickly turning into two noticeable mounds, which get larger and larger as you drink. The tingling turns intensely pleasurable, and you moan around Candy's nipple before finally glancing down. You stare in shock as you see that you now have breasts! You bring your hands up to grab them in shock, then moan at the pleasure that runs through you.\n\n"All done, deary?" Candy asks in a disappointed tone.\n\n<hr>\n[[I don't want these!|CandyCow]]\n\n[[Turns out tits are AWESOME! Drink more!|CandyCow6x2]]

"Um, hello, uh, sir," you say, managing to keep mostly calm. You blink as you notice your voice sounds girlier now... well, you do have person-sized tits now, a bit of an estrogen rush might be expected. You clear your throat and continue. "Your wife was very kindly helping me, but we seem to have had a bit of a... messup."\n\n"I'd say this is a messup," the bull mascot growls, stomping over to the bed and glaring at you and his naked wife in turn.\n\n"I'm sorry, darling, he just looked so lost and helpless," Candy says, resting a white-gloved hand against the side of her large head. It's a little funny to hear her sounding sincerely apologetic while her face still bears its typical unmoving smile. "Then I gave him a little drink and, well."\n\n"You and your strays." Buster harrumphs loudly, then turns his glaring visage down at you. "And you, what do you have to say for yourself?" \n\nYou try to lower your head shamefacedly, but wind up pressing it against your own boobs. So instead you let your head rest back and look at him with a pitiful expression. "I'm sorry, sir."\n\n"Hmph. Well, at least you have manners." Buster surveys the situation for a few moments more, then lets out a gusty sigh. "Well, since he... though to be honest it looks more like 'she' now... can't move, and maybe you'll both learn your lesson from this, I guess she can stay."\n\n"Oh, thank you, darling!" Candy cries delightedly, bouncing up and down and clapping her gloved hands. "Do you hear that, deary, you can stay!"\n\n"As long as she earns her keep," Buster adds, the leer in his voice even if it can't change his face.\n\nYou sigh and flop your head back against the pillow, trying in vain one last time to move before giving it up as a lost cause. Sounds like you've found a new home... even if it's definitely one you would never have expected.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|CandyCow6xEnd]]

You immediately fasten your lips around Candy's nipple and resume suckling more eagerly than ever, the cow mascot giving a squeal of delight. Your tits had slowed their growth, but gradually pick it up again and then gain speed as you gulp down Candy's milk so greedily. The quickly surpass D-cups and E-cups, and with a wobble and a swelling skip several letters right to J-cups. You can feel them growing heavier but you don't care, the bigger they get the better they feel!\n\nYour hands knead and squeeze at your growing boobflesh, and soon you feel Candy's white-gloved hands doing the same, teasing your now enormous puffy nipples as well. You quiver and groan as the pleasure intensifies, and once your boobs actually droop into your lap, your still normal-sized cock blasts a surprisingly large load of cum against the undersides.\n\nThen you wobble and yelp, your mouth pulled away from Candy's nipple as you're pushed backwards, a heavy weight settling atop you. Your tits are now each almost bigger than your entire torso, and have thumped you onto your back. You struggle to get up but find it futile... the wobbling tit-mountains on your chest won't let you budge an inch! You still seem to have no trouble breathing, at least, so there's that.\n\n"I can't move!"you gasp out, reaching your hands up to push on your own immense boobs, your palms and fingers pressing deeply into the yielding flesh. You then moan and freeze in place, just that much stimulation to the massive quivering mammaries almost enough to make you orgasm.\n\n"Oh my, it looks like you've gone and had too much, deary." Candy sighs, gently tweaking one of your nipples with her big gloved fingers, causing you to yelp and orgasm, your cock shooting a quick streamer of white up into the air.\n\n"Hey! What's going on here?!" demands a gruff, booming voice. You yank your head towards the doorway, your vision towards there at least not obstructed by your own tits. Buster Bull is standing in the entrance of the bedroom, his massive fists resting on his hips.\n\n<hr>\n[[Play it cool. Be respectful.|CandyCow6x3]]\n\n[[You're trapped underneath the weight of your own tits and the huge, angry husband of the woman you've been fucking is in the room. PANIC!|CandyCow]]

Easter! So many colors even if all of them are pastel! But lots of decorating options even if all of them involve eggs! ... Easter is a rather odd holiday now that you think about it. \n\nAnyway! It's a little before the day but as usual you need to start practicing. You'll want to have your Easter blog column out ahead of time so people can actually make use of your tips! So alright, let's see. Well, there are lots of things to do with Easter, but two things that are absolutely essential... dying eggs, and chocolate. You need to write about at least one of those, which means you should make absolutely sure to get one of them done today. Hm, okay, so which one...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Eggs.|HEaster1x1]]\n\n[[Chocolate.|HEaster]]

Thoroughly annoyed with Ted's obsession with splitting up at virtually the first opportunity every single time, you decide maybe you do need a brief break from the group. "Fine, I'm gonna go look around," you declare, not really giving the others time to respond before you set off down the main thoroughfare with your flashlight.\n\n"'Get more pictures faster'," you snort to yourself, shaking your head. "Like we've got somewhere we need to be tomorrow or something. Stupid Ted and his major in 'Annoying Wilma', why do I even... ... oh right, getting paid for walking around places like... this?"\n\nYou stop and realize that you've actually walked a fair ways into the park, and that there's now no sign whatsoever of the others. You glance back and forth, swinging your flashlight about as it starts to sink in that you're in the middle of an old, abandoned theme park at almost midnight. All by yourself. \n\n"... It's fine," you continue to murmur to yourself, taking a few deep breaths. "It's fine, Wilma, there's no one here but the five of us, this place has been empty for a long time. ... Probably," you add in a quieter voice, eyeing some of the dark alleyways between buildings. "You can explore on your own, and without Ted to yap at you with his weird far-left dudebro views, or Tanya to complain about the cold because she wore hotpants and a halter top in late fall, or Skinny to whine and bitch. ... Admittedly the other thing Skinny provides might help me calm down a little right now," you admit with a little tilt of your head. \n\nTrying to focus on exploration potential to blunt the edge of your nervousness, you look around for what's in the area. There's a [[Fast Felipe's restaurant|WilmaFun]] right next to you, but then you'd probably be more surprised if they didn't have those scattered all over the park. Right next door to it is an [[arcade|WilmaFun5x1]]... you're a little surprised that it's not branded with some specific character and snappy name, but instead it just has a large (and long dark) neon sign declaring it as such. \n\nLooking a bit further down the street it looks like there are some actual walk-through attractions. There's [[Felipe's Fantastical Funhouse|WilmaFun]], which seems like it might be a pretty dangerous place to go if it's been abandoned and likely condemned for a few years... of course it could also theoretically be one of the most interesting places in the whole park to document, too, so. Next door to it, apparently enough of an attraction to warrant its own building, is [[Hoppy Habanero's House of Mirrors|WilmaFun]]... hm, you only vaguely remember that character, you're pretty sure he came along towards the end of the run. And quite near them is [[Wilhelm Wolf's Haunted Castle|WilmaFun]]... oof, a haunted house in an abandoned theme park? That... that might actually be creepier than you can stand. ... On the other hand you can just imagine your blog post about it blowing up even more than any of the other potentials.

Your training takes several days, during which you're repeatedly drugged, fucked, and sometimes punished in other ways if you don't seem to be becoming compliant quickly enough. But by the end of it, you've largely forgotten your name, your past, and that you were ever anything else but the compliant slave 'Mika', property of the Sweet Suites, to be loaned out for the use of their clients.\n\nSome treat you as little more than a masturbation aid, fucking your mouth or ass (or in rarer cases, having you fuck their asses, or even rarer, pussies) and then departing without a word once they've finished getting off to their satisfaction. Others stage elaborate fantasies with you, having you dress up as their coworkers, or students, or other more fantastical things, and worship them or simply let them have their way with you. Some enjoy venting more than one kind of frustration on you... one teacher in particular always brings in the boys' gym uniform from his school and has you wear it, then spanks your ass with a ruler while cursing you and calling you a filthy little brat, leaving an overlapping group of red rectangles on your buttocks before he finally yanks open his own pants and thrusts his cock into you, usually cumming after only a few pumps.\n\nOthers want to use you as a sort of pseudo-relationship, telling you about their problems, having little dinners with you before entering tender little interludes. Others effectively make you their regular bullying targets, pulling your hair and spitting in your face, demeaning you as they fuck your throat. And both are all the same to you... just one more thing you have to do before you get your regular shot that keeps you in addled, unthinking, loyal chemical bliss.\n\nOf course, in any other situation, once you'd been used up or started getting old, you'd probably be tossed aside. But the simulation doesn't seem to have a system for things like side effects, or health problems, or aging.\n\nAfter the first hundred years or so of your life as a drug-addled sex toy, you briefly wonder just how long this is going to last. But then you go back to sucking your current master's balls, and forget all about it.\n\n<b>Personality Pendant</b> End - <i>Sweet Suites Boy</i>

"It was really quite impressive how you managed to overcome all the odds and succeed by yourself, sir."\n\n"Mm." Daniels barely acknowledged the reedy little man in the smock beside him, who looked as if he'd been picked from a crowd as the best fit for 'creepy little morgue worker'. These people performed a vital service... it didn't mean he wanted to socialize with them. "Just doing the duty of any hunter."\n\n"And killing seven Wulfen as well, that's a whole pack plus one. Though, ah," the morgue worker noted as he stopped beside the main slab, picking up the chart clipped to the edge. He glanced at the naked teenage girl laid out as if she were nothing more than a not-very-appealing pack of meat in the deli before turning his attention to the chart. "This one was newly-turned, wasn't it?"\n\n"Aye," Daniels murmured, jaw clenching a little and eyes pinching. Putting down another hunter was always hard... but one so young, out on her first mission. He'd be spending the next few nights with the bottle rather than his bed. "Who was she?"\n\n"We've no clue." At the sharp raise of Daniels' head, the man shrugged. "There were no records, no implant, no tattoo. Her gear was all generic, uncustomized, no tags. She could have been from a splinter faction, or a fake, even an infiltrator. Whoever she was, I suppose she'll just wind up in the dustbin n-"\n\nHe cut off as Daniels' hand gripped his throat, shoving him back against the warm metal wall nearby, the reedy man's eyes bugging out at the scruffy hunter's expression of fury. "You'll treat her with the respect of any fallen hunter, or I'll be back down here and you'll be the next in that oven, rat."\n\n"U-understood!" he squeaked, gasping as Daniels released him and stepped back.\n\nStill scowling, Daniels turned and began to walk off. Then he paused, glancing over his shoulder slightly. "... I thought for a moment she'd got control of it. She was even still wearing her coat, like a proper hunter."\n\n'That's impossible,' the morgue worker almost said. No one's human loyalties or morality survived the Wulfen contagion. But he thought better of it as he rubbed at his throat, and after a moment Daniels slunk off without another word. Sighing, the morgue worker flipped up the clipboard sheet and began writing up a requisition for a memorial urn, while hitting the button on the belt with his knee. The belt beneath the slab sprang to life, the door at the end of it sliding up and the mysterious young woman trundling along into the flames.\n\n<b>Hell Rising</b> end - <i>Pyrrhic Victory</i>

There's something just way too appealing about using the boy-cursed water on Ukyo. After all, apparently Ranma never had a single romantic thought about her when he thought she was a boy... surely if you turned her into the boy she looked like, Ranma would completely and totally default to never viewing Ukyo as anything more than his "buddy"!\n\nSmirking, you pick up the cask and climb out the window, hunkering down on a nearby rooftop with a view of Ucchan's Okonomiyaki, and with enough of a sign to help you hide. If you recall correctly, your rival should be leaving soon to do a quick bit of shore-up shopping for the dinner rush tonight. And sure enough, only ten minutes or so later and she comes out and heads off down the street... even dressed in "boy mode" today, boy's school uniform in place and breasts bound down. You giggle to yourself... how appropriate! Waiting until she's truly out of sight, you bound over and land agilely on an upstairs windowsill, having noticed the window open a bit. You slide inside and then pad downstairs on your slippered feet, taking up a position near the doorway and readying the cask for a toss.\n\nLuckily it looks like Ukyo forgot something, since only a few minutes later the door opens again and she strolls back in. You wait until you can both confirm it's her and the surprise at the sight of you has made her jerk to a stop before giving a "Hya!" and tossing the water. It cascades over Ukyo's form, soaking in and... changing practically nothing. At least outwardly. Ukyo splutters, literally, scowling at you. "What the hell are you doing?! This is a pretty stupid, pointless prank for-!" Then the okonomiyaki chef blinks. "... Why isn't my chest tight?" Hands raise to pat at said chest... then cup a suddenly fuller crotch before letting out a yelp. "You changed me into a GUY?!"\n\n"Shampoo no think Spatula Girl <i>mind</i>, since Spatula Girl want to be Spatula Boy already," you declare smugly, tossing the cask aside. "But now Ranma not come within a mile of you! Probably afraid of Spatula Boy's lusts overflowing and violating husband's pretty redheaded body!" You put the back of your fingers to your mouth and throw back your head, indulging in an 'oujo-sama' laugh at just how thoroughly you've flummoxed and humiliated your opponent. Man, you can see why Kodachi does these all the time, it feels great!\n\nUnfortunately you're enjoying yourself with it so much that you never notice Ukyo's face turning red, then his expression turning black... not up until he leaps forward and grabs the front of your dress, yanking it open. You yelp in surprise as your tits come spilling free and the little pair of pink-purple satin panties you're wearing are bared, the suddenness of the attack having sufficiently shocked you that you don't respond as he next puts his hands on your head and shoulders and shoves you down to your knees, his hands quickly going to the front of his pants. "My overflowing lusts, huh?! You wanna see a boy's overflowing lusts then?"\n\n"Eh?" This reaction is so far outside of absolutely anything you had planned that you're still stunned, left staring at Ukyo as he finishes undoing his pants and pulls out his new cock... an extremely large, extremely thick cock, one that casts a shadow across the full length of your head. "Ehhhhh?!" you squeak, eyes widening at the sight of it, mouth hanging open in shock...\n\n... which he of course takes full advantage of. Your eyes widen as your mouth is suddenly stuffed with cock, Ukyo shoving in and grabbing the sides of your head, immediately starting to thrust his hips. You grab at his hips, but you're too off-kilter and at a disadvantage now to do much of anything as he starts fucking your face, roughly pumping in and already starting to push your throat open with his thrusts. Your tits jiggle with the motions of his thrusts, your legs twitching and knees sliding apart as you try to find purchase, displaying the satin-hugged mound of your pussy... and the dark spot starting to spread on it. You can't help it, something about the sheer size and hardness of your rival's cock, and how thoroughly and strongly he's dominating you, is just completely pushing your buttons.\n\n"So you wanted my lusts to overflow, huh?" Ukyo snarls as he curls his fingers in your hair and presses forward in a grind, stuffing his cock fully down your bulging throat as you gag and gulp at it, not stopping until his balls are rubbing your chin. "I think maybe you just wanted to get fucked, huh?! Is that it, you Amazon slut! Well here, I'll give you as much of my cock as you want, since you put it on me!" He begins thrusting fast and hard, churned-up saliva dribbling down your chin to get smeared around and spatter as his balls slap against it, leaving you flushed and quagging loudly as he pumps into your throat. "This what you really wanted when you turned me into a boy?! Well you're getting it!" he cries, just before giving a shuddery gasp and thrusting forward, flooding your throat with cum, leaving you gulping and swallowing hard almost on instinct.\n\nWhen he pulls out a few moments later, his cock is still dribbling some, leaving your mouth half-full as you gasp for breath, your face flushed and tits shaking as you breathe hard, cum dribbling down your chin and smeared on your lips. But you don't have a lot of time to catch your breath before Ukyo is pushing you onto your back, slender, pretty, but undeniably strong hands tearing your panties to shreds before he grabs your legs and pushes them forward, practically bending you in half as he moves atop you. Assuming the full 'mating press' position, he without hesitation slams that long, thick cock that had already near-completely dominated you into your pussy, making your eyes roll and your tongue jut as you cum instantly, your previously virgin pussy quivering and squeezing where it's stretched around him. Ukyo is panting and gasping, but still growls out "This what you wanted, huh?! You wanted cock so bad you put it on your rival?! Well how's this for defeating you, huh bitch?!" \n\nYou can't really deny that he's utterly and completely battering your pussy into submission, and making you cum over and over again. You twitch and shudder helplessly beneath him as his cock pounds into you and drives you against the floor, his still-clothed chest rubbing against your bare tits where he has you pinned. Bit by bit, every little orgasm you have that's building to something bigger drives more of the resistance out of you, until when Ukyo gives a cry and thrusts deep into you, your mind goes almost completely white as you can feel his monster of a cock throbbing and twitching inside you as heat spreads deep inside. When he pulls out and staggers to his feet, your legs flop limply back down, splayed out to display your gaping, cum-dripping pussy as he stands over you. You twitch and shiver in aftershock orgasms, your consciousness fading, your brain just barely able to spit out one more thing before you pass out.\n\n<hr>\n[["... more..."|ShampooX2xEndA1]]\n\n[["... I'll... get you... for this...|ShampooX2xEndB1]]\n\n[["... take... responsibility..."|ShampooX2xEndC1]]

"Amana's the one who's most skilled with magic, right?" you point out after thinking about it a bit. "Maybe if you look at it a little bit longer you can figure it out, and what we need to do to move it."\n\n"Perhaps you're right, dear. I do see some of the mana pathways moving in recognizable flows," the Tiefling murmurs as she steps a little bit closer to the pedestal. "Quiet, then, if you will allow me to examine it in more detail."\n\nEveryone else falls to silence, though you notice Thurkar shifting impatiently, and Shae doing a bit of nervous fidgeting. Bane, meanwhile, just stands there placidly, watching Amana as she moves back and forth slightly, gaze tracing the air. After awhile the tiefling starts murmuring under her breath as she does, apparently suitably absorbed in her analysis that she doesn't notice she's talking to herself. You're fairly close, and after a bit you start to pick out snatches of what she's saying every so often. You're pretty sure you have better hearing than just about anyone else, so you doubt the others hear what Amana's saying.\n\n"-divine in nature but also linked to the planet, so demi-god perhaps? But-"\n\n"-raw power, raw power tinted with aggression, sexuality, definitely sexuality-"\n\n"-using the idol as a symbolic link, but the power feedback loop is-"\n\n"-yes, it's just a flow, perpetual energy generation by feeding off itself-"\n\n"-raw, untamed, so tempting-"\n\nTempting? Um. That doesn't really sound good.\n\n<hr>\n[[Intervene.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Amana probably knows what she's doing.|GGCentaur7x2]]

"I want to try and make a potion," you reply eagerly, pausing only to moan a little as Ellana squeezes your balls gently. "I want to transform someone again!"\n\n"Excellent," she purrs, nudging you to slip off her lap and standing, leading the way down the hall, her tits and ass jiggling with every step. She leads you into her alchemy lab, a place you've only been in a few times to watch her prepare potions of her own. It's as wonderfully stereotypical a place as you could imagine, with bubbling beakers and racks of ingredients along the walls, and a large book open on a podium. Ellana stops in front of the main workbench, gesturing. "I assume you remember the proper formula and method for making a base permanent animal transformative potion?"\n\nYou rattle off a list of ingredients and how to prepare them, completing it with "-and then items representative of the animal in question."\n\n"Excellent! Now, simply do it. I'm going to go change, I think," she replies thoughtfully, starting to sashay back out of the room.\n\nYou blink. "Mistress, what items should I use?"\n\nShe turns back around to face you, laying a finger along her smile again, eyes twinkling. "Part of being an effective witch is paying attention to what people say and putting it to use in one manner or another. This potion is for that blonde girl I was watching in the mirror. Figure out what I want her turned into and make the potion for that." She starts to turn to go again, then gives a little 'ah' and turns back. "Oh, and as is usual for my tests, there is quite the consequence for failure. Pick the wrong animal, and I'll make <i>you</i> drink the potion." With that, she slips out the door.\n\nYou swallow heavily, turning back to the table with a greater sense of gravitas. Right, well. Time to get serious. You get out one of the burners and set a decent-sized cauldron atop it, then begin preparing the potion, being very careful about all the proportions and temperature and stirring instructions... you get the sense she'll make you drink a failed potion as much as if you pick the wrong animal.\n\nEventually, the potion is bubbling away. Color, smell, consistency... all of them are exactly perfect as described in the book. You let out a sigh of relief, then sober. Right. Now for the items. You need to pick stuff that is closely associated with the right animal. Not too hard... the lab also contains a magical fridge, pantry, and chest that can produce all sorts of purely mundane items for exactly this sort of magic, as well as numerous jars, bottles, and jugs of odd materials. You have a pretty good idea what to put in the potion to produce various animals, you just have to pick the right one.\n\nYou should add...\n\n<hr>\n[[A whistle, a collar, and a milkbone.|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[A scrap of cotton, a plastic tag, and a staff.|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Milk, a bell, and some grass.|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[A lily pad, some pond water, and a wart.|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[A banana, a fez, and some cymbals.|RunForestPlaceholder]]

You eagerly open your mouth and wrap your lips around Ellana's cockhead, suckling at it with gusto. You roll your eyes up towards her face, though your vision is mostly filled by her gently swaying tits. She moans loudly, her hand urging you further down, and you gulp down more of her cock, feeling it nudge at the back of your throat before she pushes you down swiftly. You quag loudly as your throat bulges up with it, but she's apparently intent now on giving you as good a facefucking as she got.\n\nYou reach around and grip her full, firm ass, squeezing it hard as she begins pumping hard and fast, and soon her smooth, feminine balls are slapping against your chin. "I'm going to give you very long, very thorough lessons in cocksucking later," she coos, little moans and gasps dotting the words. Her tits bounce and jiggle even more furiously as she pumps her hips, right before she thrusts forward and starts pumping thick gushes of cum down your throat. Then she quickly pulls back, her cock splashing a spurt of cum all over your tongue before she can pull out. She strokes and pumps her spit-smeared length, sending more long streamers of it splashing across your face.\n\nBefore you have much time to think, she spins you around to face the other way, and then uses one hand to aim her cock and start pushing it into your ass. You moan loudly as she starts pressing you open, your own enlarged cock throbbing beneath you, jutting stiff and wobbling with every little move she makes. She gives a few small, testing thrusts, and then slams home, making you cry out loudly in pleasure as the full length is buried inside you. Ellana wastes no time in pounding away at your previously virgin ass, her tits bouncing merrily, her balls slapping against yours, making your own stiff cock sway back and forth and occasionally slap against your belly. This time when she moans loudly and begins pumping her load into you, you give your own enthusiastic cry and begin spurting cum all over the sheets yourself, your cock twitching and gushing almost in sync with the girldick buried in your ass.\n\nMaking a satisfied cooing noise, Ellana flips you onto your back and then presses down atop you, her slick, glistening tits practically smothering you, but in a very, very pleasant way. Her hands press your legs apart before she pushes back into your ass, her belly rubbing across your cock and balls as she starts fucking you as if you were a girl. You complete the image by wrapping your legs around her waist, urging her to thrust into you by pressing your heels to her ass. You wrap your arms around her as well, rubbing your face against her boobs, licking at them eagerly as she pumps away at you. This time your load splatters all over her tits and your chest, getting smeared around as she fucks you.\n\nEllana pulls out of you and rolls onto her side, sighing happily. You lay as you are for just a moment, catching your breath after the very enjoyable smothering you just got, before rolling over and pressing up behind her, sliding your cock up her own ass and starting to fuck eagerly. You reach one hand around her to fondle and squeeze one of her tits, your other hand grabbing her cock and pumping it with a speed to match the thrusts of your hips. You're not at all surprised that you can effortlessly pump another load into her after awhile of frantic fucking, nor when her cock shudders and spurts.\n\nThe two of you spend what seems like a good two days fucking and sucking in every possible configuration, you riding her, her riding you, you fucking back against her on all fours, her trying to drive you against the wall by doing the same. You only stop for brief interludes to rehydrate and eat, and then you're back at it. It's as if you'd died and gone to (bisexual) teenage boy heaven. But eventually the two of you crash and sleep for a good, long while, to raise the next day for breakfast, a thorough cleaning of the room, and then the start of your training.\n\nIt's actually not that unlike regular school, just with more going around in sexy outfits and sex breaks. Which makes all the reading and studying you have to do positively a joy, really. You have a talent for it, apparently, which just makes the studying even more enjoyable. One day, several weeks into your training, you carry a stack of books you're finished with into Ellana's study, your enlarged cock swinging under the loincloth that's all you're currently wearing. Ellana herself is only wearing a purple T-shirt that says 'EVIL' in sparkly letters across its stretched taut chest, her legs spread slightly to show off her smooth-shaven pussy as she watches her magic mirror, which she mainly seems to use to voyeur people in the nearby countryside.\n\n"Silly cow," she murmurs under her breath as you pass behind her. You pause, looking over her shoulder... she's watching the farmer's daughter again. You've seen her in the mirror several times, a very pretty, well-built blonde girl with large breasts... not as large as Ellana's, but apparently large enough to make the witch feel threatened. Or maybe it's just the whole package wrapped up in that wholesome, sweet demeanor you've seen her exhibit when you've watched along with your mistress. She's currently in a nice, bubbly bath, running her hands up and down one extended leg, suds dripping down those magnficent, tanlined tits that show she goes around in a bikini top fairly often. Ellana sits back in her chair and huffs, then beckons you over. You set down the pile of books and move over to slip into her lap, putting an arm around her neck as she slips a hand under your loincloth to lightly fondle your balls. "You've been doing quite well with your reading and papers, darling."\n\n"Mm, thank you, mistress," you moan softly.\n\n"I think it's time to start moving on to practical studies. You've been quite good, so I'll let you pick. You can either have a test of just how wicked you can be... which means you'll get to do a nice bit of fucking around... or you can show what you've learned by actually making some potion and putting it to use on someone."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wickedness test.|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Potion test.|RunForest1x9]]

"Why don't we look to tradition for this?" you suggest with a smile, picking up your teacup and sipping again. "The one who comes forward to ask for the match is the one willing to pay a dowry. Since I came to you with the idea, I'm willing to give you some sort of dowry in return for engaging our children."\n\n"That seems a little like buying my daughter," Mika notes, though she doesn't seem entirely opposed to the idea, just thoughtful.\n\n"It's just a way to make the match more attractive and allay your fears, the way our ancestors have for centuries," you reply reasonably. "I understand you're worried about your daughter, that's why I'm willing to give you something of value to prove my intentions."\n\nMika turns that one over for a few moments, some of her traditional upbringing obviously warring with being third generation American. Finally, she says, obviously teetering, "What <i>sort</i> of dowry?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Real estate.|Marei]]\n\n[[Cash.|Marei]]\n\n[[Another marriage.|Marei4x2]]\n\n[[Sex.|Marei]]

Hm... having the woman-stallion fuck her own son? Seems pretty wicked to you! You pick up the M-shaped branding iron, watching with interest as it begins glowing orange almost the moment you pick it up. You walk back over to where the other teenage boy is floating, smirking at him in passing as he watches you move behind him in fear. You touch the glowing metal to the side of one of his asscheeks, making him yowl as skin sizzles and smokes. You only use the brief touch, not feeling any urge to grind it in... you want to see him fucked, not suffering.\n\nHe pants heavily, the fresh brand quickly turning into a pinkish M-shaped scar. Then he erks as the bands around his wrists and ankles swing him around to face the other way, forcing him to bend forward and spreading his legs some, leaving his cock dangling down freely. You look over at the woman-turned-horse, watching as the still human-seeming brown eyes glaze over. Her dangling cock twitches, beginning to surge to life, stiffening with every twitch until it's jutting straight ahead beneath her belly, the flared tip dripping pre. Moving easily now, it moves around behind the suspended boy, before rearing up, forehooves slamming down on empty air to the sides of his head as if it were solid ground.\n\n"N-no! Mom, snap out of it!" the boy yelps as his transformed mother's cock thrusts forward, jutting between his legs and rubbing along his own, practically miniscule in comparison cock and his belly. Unheeding, she draws back and makes another trying thrust, this time slipping along the cleft of his ass and along his back. You wonder if you're going to have to help when, displaying a distinctly human level of control, the horse pulls back some, carefully shifting her hips to press that huge flared head between his asscheeks. With a whicker that sounds almost like 'I'm sorry!', she slams forward, stuffing most of her massive stallion prick up her son's ass in a single thrust.\n\nThe horse lets out a long whinny of pleasure as the boy howls out as his ass is stretched beyond all hope of recovery, his stomach bulging visibly with the outline of his mother's stallion prick. The transformed woman begins thrusting eagerly, driving more of her immense cock into her son's ass with every stroke. You stroke your own cock as you watch that bulge go deeper and deeper into his stomach, until it's practically in his chest. You watch his eyes roll up and his tongue loll out as his transformed mother begins truly beastfucking him, drawing that huge cock out and then slamming it home into his ass fast and hard, stretching him further every time. Her enormous balls swing forward, slapping against his own balls and his limp cock as if to drive home how puny they are compared with the member violating him.\n\nYou move around, getting a good view from all sides as you stroke your cock, watching from behind for awhile, seeing the transformed woman's puckered donut of a horse anus twitch a bit in stimulation, watching those big dark balls swing. You sidle around to the front, watching the other boy's face as he's fucked, hearing his gasps and defeated whimpers that sound almost pleasured.\n\nFinally the woman-stallion lets out a loud whinny and slams forward, burying her prick fully in her son's defiled ass, those balls twitching and heaving. His stomach bulges and rounds out gradually, his eyes rolling even further up in his head before horsecum starts gushing out of his mouth. His cock, though still limp, starts dribbling a steady stream of cum down onto the dirt floor. It's like he's pouring out an entire lifetime's worth of jizz in one go, as his mother's immense load of equine spunk swells his belly up until he looks almost full term pregnant.\n\nYou moan and send your own load spattering on the ground as you watch, about the same time the transformed woman's cock starts to go limp. It gradually slides further and further out until it drops free and dangles down, the boy's gaping asshole starting to dribble horsecum down over his balls and still oozing cock. He twitches, still dribbling animal jizz from both ends... you wonder if his mind will ever recover from that experience. The horse, for her... his... whatever... part... looks dazed, and just a little horrified. But it starts moving off with a rather high-stepping gait that you think must be the bands controlling it, walking further into the barn and then into one of the stalls, the door swinging closed behind it. The boy is floated forward, leaving a trail of creamy white droplets on the floor before he disappears into the next stall, the door swinging closed behind him as well.\n\nWhew. Well... that leaves the other two, doesn't it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Next.|RunForest1x6]]

Hm. Seems like making a woman become a stallion is a tad more perverse, yeah? Grinning, you walk towards the mother. The whole family of captives rouses a little as you approach, staring at you with wide, fearful eyes.\n\n"What do you want?!"\n\n"Who are you?!"\n\n"What is that?!"\n\n"Please, let us go!"\n\nSome of the pleading and shouting turns angry, even threatening as you approach the mother, though she herself goes silent and just stares at you with frightened brown eyes. Standing up on tiptoe a bit, you slip the yoke over her head and settle it around her neck, settling back and doing up the small clasp at the bottom that keeps it closed, before taking a few steps back. The whole family settles into a confused silence, staring over at the mother, who shifts her shoulders a bit uncomfortably at the heavy wood, leather, and brass object settled on them.\n\nThen she gasps, her body jerking and hips thrusting forward. You watch as the change begins, appropriately enough for the goal of this test, at her crotch. The pink slit of her pussy closes up, leaving smooth flesh below the dark blonde curls. Then a bulge begins amidst those curls, slowly pushing out from amidst them, starting to take a distinctly tubelike shape, the head flat at first and then gradually taking on a flare. The woman thrashes and struggles in her bonds while the rest of the family watches in horror as she grows a cock... a cock that's getting bigger by the moment!\n\nA bulge begins below the growing cylinder of floppy flesh, getting larger and darkening as it takes on a leathery texture, two heavy and growing balls dropping into the fleshy sack as they're formed by the transformative magic. The flesh at the root of her growing cock wrinkles and bulges some as well, starting to form into a sheath as the shaft itself takes on a mottled black and pink complexion. It only takes a minute or so, but the woman is soon sporting a truly massive equine prick, albeit a mostly soft one that sways with her movements.\n\nThe changes spread out from her cock, pale human skin starting to be replaced by horsehide, her middle thickening and enlarging as it becomes a large barrel middle. Her tits shrink away, flattening against her chest, her bonds drawing her forward as her limbs start to change shape. She gives a cry of horror as she watches her fingernails turn black and then start to merge together, fingers fusing as her hands and feet become hooves. Her next cry turns into a long neigh as her face starts to stretch out, lengthening into a muzzle that takes on a velvety texture as she continues to neigh and whicker in distress. Her ass enlarges, turning into large, full flanks as blonde hair sprouts from her tailbone.\n\nThe metal bands set all four of her (his?) hooves onto the ground as the final changes occur, the woman's neck lengthening and thickening, limbs finishing their change into all being long, slender legs. The woman-turned-stallion rears and lets out a whinny, forehooves beating at the air, and for a moment you're afraid she'll take off running or try to trample you. But then she thuds back down to all fours and stays where she is, letting out a long snort, limp horsecock dangling down until the tip almost brushes the ground. It's a <i>huge</i> horse, and you stare at it in amazement... the rest of the family is staring as well, though you suspect it's more in the 'numb shock' vein.\n\nWow. You've actually changed a woman into a stallion. Your cock gives a little twitch just at the realization, and you grin at the rather human look of fear and shock on the horse's face. Still, before you start enjoying yourself, there's the next part... using the Mare brand to pick out one of the untransformed humans for the stallion to fuck. Preferably the most perverse option...\n\n<hr>\n[[Dad.|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Brother.|RunForest1x5]]\n\n[[Sister.|RunForestPlaceholder]]

You make your way out of the barn and back to the house, finding the back door still open. The living room seems empty, but you hear Ellana's voice call "In here~," from further down the hall. You make your way to where you heard her voice, stepping into an elegantly-appointed bedroom, and stare. The witch is stretched out on a massive bed with purple satin sheets, completely naked, one purple-nailed hand running up her bare thigh, drawing your gaze from her enormous tits to her smooth-shaven pussy, then back up as she runs her hand all the way back up to her smile.\n\n"A perfect result, my apprentice. You twisted and perverted the sexualities of all involved, going as far from society's standards as you could... mother fucking son up the ass, daughter fucking father up the ass. Glorious. Get rid of those clothes and come lay down, let's begin your reward."\n\nDon't have to tell you twice! You quickly shuck your shirts and shoes, though as you wiggle down your jeans and underwear, you ask, "So what will you do with that family now?"\n\n"The transformed ones' new shapes are permanent. Perhaps I'll change the other two into an actual bitch and a literal mare. That would be a delightful extra little twist... made the mates of their parent and child," Ellana muses, smiling as she watches you approach and clamber up on the bed to lay down next to you. She gives her hand a flick, fingers now holding a small green glass vial. "Open your mouth. Oh, don't hesitate... you're going to have to learn to obey orders, whether you trust me or not."\n\nCan't really argue with that. You open your mouth, letting her pour the fizzy, sort of blueberry-flavored liquid over your tongue. You swallow, then gasp in pleasure as your cock throbs. It twitches and pulses with your heartbeat, with each pump causing it to grow larger and longer. Your hips twitch as your cock gets larger and heavier, thumping against your belly, veins pulsing visibly as it gains a half inch with every beat of your heart. It finally stops at about sixteen inches or so, if you had to guess.\n\n"Mm, much more fitting for the fun we'll have," Ellana murmurs, rolling over on top of your legs. You gasp loudly as she wraps those huge, soft tits of hers around your enlarged cock, squeezing and kneading so that the supple flesh moves all around your sensitive length. "Of course, eventually you'll learn to give yourself one of any size or shape you like, or change anything else about yourself you care to. But for now, this should be enough for us to have plenty of fun with," she adds, right before tilting her head down and wrapping her lips around the head of your cock, starting to suck and swirl her tongue.\n\nYou moan and grip handfuls of the sheets as she works her tits up and down, pumping them a short distance but still managing to engulf your whole shaft while she sucks at the head. You've cum twice already in fairly quick succession, but between your first ever titjob (and an amazing one it is) and the pleasure that potion induced, you don't last very long. You let out a cry as your enlarged cock surges, gushing out what feels like a truly tremendous first blast into her mouth. She swallows quickly and then raises her head, cooing delightedly and letting you spurt even more cum all over her tits and face. Even through the surges of pleasure, you can't help but stare as you coat her in what must be at least half a gallon of thick, sticky jizz.\n\n"Mmmm." She smears some of it off of her face and sucks her fingers clean, then without another word rises onto all fours and turns around, shaking her ass at you like a bitch in heat, those heavy tits dangling down below her. Again, you don't need to be asked twice, and you quickly clamber up onto your knees and move up behind her, rubbing the cum-smeared tip of your cock up and down the cleft between her thick, pudgy lower lips before pushing in between them. You moan at the amazing feel of her pussy, hotter and wetter than you could have imagined, gripping and squeezing around all sixteen inches as you slide them inside. Leaning forward, you finally get your hands on those tits as you start pumping your hips. You knead her glorious boobs, feeling slickness on your fingers as you rub your cum into her skin.\n\nEllana moans lustily, bucking herself back against you, her tits jiggling and wobbling against your palms. "Yes, fuck my pussy, you little animal," she purrs, her big, round ass thumping your hips and jiggling with every thrust. "Yes, yes, mmm, oh, you can give someone the body and energy of a teenage boy, but there's nothing like being fucked by the genuine article!" She looks back over her shoulder at you, long black hair falling over the other one to pool on the sheets, her dark eyes glittering, elegantly beautiful face showing a shameless expression of pleasure. "Spank my ass! Spank my bitch ass, darling!"\n\nYou moan loudly, straightening up and shifting your grip to her curvaceous hips, then bring one hand up and swing it down hard, smacking one of her big round asscheeks with a loud *THWAK* and leaving a pink imprint. You slap her ass again and again between your thrusts, losing yourself in the pleasure of her pussy wrapped around your cock and her butt jiggling under your slaps. When you feel a growing pressure from deep within again, you can't resist the temptation to pull out, wrapping a hand around your cock and pumping it furiously, moaning as you paint another riduclously voluminous load all over Ellana's spanked-pink ass and well-fucked pussy.\n\n"Mmm, yes, that's it, cum all over me, feels so good," the witch coos, wiggling her cum-smeared ass as you spend yourself all over her perfect skin. After a moment she straightens up and turns around to face you, giving another small flourish to produce a bottle similar to the one she used with you. She swigs it down, then moans sensually, running her hands down her glistening tits and smooth belly, framing her crotch as the front of it bulges and changes.\n\nYour eyes widen as you watch Ellana grow her own impressive cock... actually, a bit more impressive than the one she's given you, it looks like. She smirks at you, reaching out to slip her fingers into your hair and grip tightly, then tugging you down with a surprising amount of strength. You oof a bit, catching yourself on your hands, and finding yourself eye level with eighteen inches of smooth-skinned, hairless, and, well, pretty girlcock. A clear drop of pre gathers at the hole in the tip, almost touching your nose. It's clear from your mistress' strength and the power she's got anyway that you're going to suck her cock, it's only your choice <i>how</i> you suck it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Reluctantly.|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Enthusiastically.|RunForest1x8]]

Well, Ellana said that the collar would only fit a teen, so that just leaves you with one option for pairings, doesn't it? Grinning, you retrieve the collar and walk towards the naked girl, watching as her eyes widen and she begins to struggle, her slender, naked body shaking. "No! Please! I don't wanna get turned into anything! Especially not a guy anything!"\n\n"Oh?" You glance off to the side, and smirk. "Doesn't look like your dad agrees. In fact I think he wants to see you get turned into a male dog."\n\n"I-it's not true!" he splutters, looking away in shame. The statement is given the lie, though, by the fact that his hard cock twitches, sending a little dribble of pre running down the underside of it. \n\nYou snicker, looking back at the girl's blushing head. "Don't worry, I'm sure it'll feel good when you're fucking him up the ass," you assure her, before slipping the black leather collar around her neck and fastening it, quickly stepping back.\n\nThe transformation starts almost immediately this time, and she cries out at what must be the strange sensation of her pussy sealing up and the pleasurable feeling of her cock starting to grow. It pushes out from her smooth crotch, which quickly starts to be covered in thick black fur. Her cock grows, not quite as large as the stallion's, but still quite big, a foot at least, and much more quickly than the other did. It takes on a spearlike shape and darkens from her skin tone to a shiny, veiny red, bulging out at the bottom just above where the black fur is forming the base of her sheath. She whimpers and thrusts her hips a few times, her growing balls set to swaying as the black fur spreads over more and more of her body, changing the shape of her as it goes. Her shoulders broaden, her tits flatten as her chest swells and thickens. She stares as her arms and legs shorten, whining some as she sees her fingers getting shorter as her hands curl into paws. The bands adjust to fit her new forelegs and hindlegs as they shift to lower her onto all fours on the floor, her neck thickening and face pushing out into a muzzle, ears lengthening to points and shifting to the top of her head, hair turning into short black fur. She shudders as a short, stubby tail pushes out from above her transformed ass, her whole body having turned into some big, powerfully-built black dog that you think might be bigger than you are.\n\nHer father stares at her, and at the jutting, red dog cock beneath her as you move back to the table to retrieve the brand. He offers no resistance, not even futile wiggling against the bonds as you move behind him. He hisses in a hard breath through his teeth as you press the brand to his ass and leave the B mark seared onto his skin, muscles flexing taut. You step back and set the brand down, filling your hand with your cock again and starting to stroke slowly as he's swung around and lowered to all fours, his daughter-turned-dog's eyes glazing over just like his wife-turned-stallion's did.\n\nThe big black dog moves around behind her father and mounts up, wrapping her forelegs around his middle and starting to hump, panting as she desperately tries to find her mark. Her foot-long puppy prick slips along the cleft of his ass a few time before the tip finds his pucker and shoves in. She lets out a long, ecstatic howl as she begins pounding away at his tight hole, beastfucking him right from the very start. Her father doesn't even bother to deny his pleasure now, moaning eagerly as his transformed daughter's canine cock pumps into his ass, making his own hard cock bounce and sway underneath him.\n\nThe transformed girl's tongue lolls out, drool dripping onto her father's head and neck as she fucks him eagerly, doggy claws dragging lightly along his belly. He starts rocking back against her thrusts, actually fucking back against her, moaning every time her swollen knot thuds against his already stretched asshole and stretches it just a bit more. And then finally that huge knot is shoved forward and pops inside him, the girl-turned-dog letting out another pleasured howl as her knot swells even bigger and she begins pumping her load deep into her father's ass. He lets out a howl of his own and starts cumming, his cock twitching and sending long streamers of creamy white to land on the packed dirt floor. \n\nYou've never seen a dog look so shamefaced as she swings around, truly bitch-tying with her father, her black furry balls resting against his hairy human ones and her fuzzy ass pressing up against his. She wiggles and squirms as she continues cumming in his ass, occasionally letting out an embarrassed but pleasured whimper, especially as you spill your second load all over the two of them's asses. But eventually her knot shrinks, cock abruptly slipping out of his well-fucked ass before she pads off into one of the stalls, her father's bands lifting him up and floating him into one of the others, doors swinging closed behind them.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, time to go see what your grade is.|RunForest1x7]]

Something about the sign sort of demands your attention. It doesn't seem like someone would go to all the effort of carving it and make the lower half just a bunch of gibberish. You examine the letters for awhile, then realize that they're arranged so that if you read them diagonally, they form a message: 'Apprentice wanted. Bring all a letters from this sign to apply.'\n\nHunh. Well, hell. Why not? You pry the sign off of its post and try to break it apart, and find that it's surprisingly easy... apparently subtly designed to be so. You crack the three letter A's out of the text, then head off down the path. You're not sure what you're expecting to see when you come to the end of it... maybe a house made of candy? But what you actually find is sort of neo-rustic log cabin tucked in amongst the trees, with wooden fences running off to either side to encircle a bit of a cleared area behind it. Pretty classy-looking for a witch's lair, huh? \n\nAs you're approaching the door, you hear an *ahem* from nearby. You look around but don't see anyone... until one of the bushes rustles. A fox emerges, bold as you please, making you stare in shock... you sort of figured a wild animal like that wouldn't want to approach humans. Maybe it's tame or something? Especially since it walks up to you and sits, practically grinning up at you.\n\n"Well. Looks like someone's turned up to apply for Ellana's apprentice position."\n\nThat makes you jump and stumble back a few steps, your eyes wide. "Holy crap you can talk!"\n\n"How do you know foxes can't talk? How many have you known?" the fox replies in its surprisingly deep, rich, bushy tail swishing. Then it gives a chuckle. "I'm just messing with you, of course I'm a magic fox. Going to have to get used to that sort of thing if you want to be a witch's apprentice."\n\n"Um... right." You can't really argue with that, you guess... even if you were prepared to argue with a talking fox.\n\n"You know, though, Ellana prefers girls," the fox warns, waggling its brows suggestively. "You might be rejected just for that."\n\n"What?!" You hadn't realized that you were already becoming attached to the idea of an apprenticeship until you suddenly find it threatened. Maybe being introduced to a talking fox made the whole magic thing seem more real all of a sudden? And now said talking fox is telling you that you might be screwed. "That's not fair!"\n\n"Indeed, but wicked witches are rarely fair. In several senses of the term," he replies in a sympathetic tone. "Still, if you're determined, I could help you!"\n\n"What, really?" You blink a few times, leaning down towards him. "How?"\n\n"Why, I could turn you into a girl, of course!" The fox grins broadly again. "A cute girl that would find her way right into Ellana's heart! I'm suuuure she'd take you then! So, what do you say, hm? Let me turn you into a girl!"\n\n<hr>\n[[No thanks.|RunForest1x2]]\n\n[[Well... okay.|RunForestPlaceholder]]

You have to admit (or at least part of you does) that you'd really like to see Akane in one of the super skimpy, utterly show-offy bikinis. Hell, you'd kind of like to see any girl in one, though that's probably more the player than the character part of you. You reach out for one of the hangers and bring it over. "How about this one?"\n\nAkane's jaw drops, her face turning red... you're not sure if it's in embarrassment or anger. Probably both. "W-w-w-WHAT?! Ranma, you... you pervert! How could you even...?!"\n\n"Look, there's a very good reason I picked this one!" you blurt, sensing an incoming mallet.\n\nShe scowls darkly, but seems to back off into a simmer, if for nothing else than she seems curious. She squints at you, then growls, "Alright, Ranma, I'll give you just one chance to explain why <i>anyone</i>, let alone me, would ever wear anything like that! If you can't, you'd better be prepared for the ultimate punishment!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to explain it yourself.|FRanX14x1]]\n\n[[Get the store clerk to explain it.|FRanX13x4]]\n\n[[Wait, 'the ultimate punishment'?|FRanX]]

"Hey, fine by me, as long as I have fun, right?" you reply with a grin.\n\n"Oh, what a good little sociopath you are." Ellana smiles and pats you on the head, then turns and beckons. "This way, then."\n\nShe leads you through the sliding glass door and into the back yard, towards that barn thing you saw earlier. Pulling open the door, she holds you to a stop at the very entrance, letting your eyes adjust to the dimness inside.\n\n"Now then... I'm sorry, I didn't ask for my new apprentice's name."\n\n"Oh, it's Eric." Then you blink as your eyes adjust enough to see what's inside. "Whoa."\n\nFour people are floating a few inches off the floor, their arms straight out to the sides, their ankles together, apparently held that way by the metal bands around their wrists and ankles. One is a woman, probably about Ellana's age, and nicely-endowed... not <i>as</i> nicely, but still. Her hair is brown and shoulder-length, falling around her face since she's got her head leaned forward. Next to her is a man about the same age, his limp cock dangling down against his thighs, black hair cropped short. The other two are a boy and a girl about your own age, both with sandy hair, the boy with his (slightly smaller) cock dangling down, the girl with her A-cups and smooth crotch showing.\n\n"A family I discovered camping nearby. Silly things, now they've become my playthings. Well... actually, they've become your entrance test." Ellana gestures you into the shadows just inside the door, then gestures to four items on a sturdy table... a yoke, a collar, and two small branding irons, one shaped like an 'M', the other like a 'B'.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/AliJvAY.png><img src=https://i.imgur.com/3bvYCYE.png><img src=https://i.imgur.com/A8s6vsj.png><img src=https://i.imgur.com/ztBrqgP.png>\n\n"What are these? How is this my... uh, test?" you ask, glancing up at her.\n\n"These are enchanted items. The yoke will turn whoever it is put on into a large stallion. The 'M' brand will designate whoever it is used on as his Mare, and they'll immediately be fucked by him. The collar will turn whoever it is put on into a large male dog. The 'B' brand will designate whoever it is used on as his Bitch." She smiles and lays a finger alongside her mouth again. "Now, the yoke will only fit on an adult, and the collar on a teen, but the brands can be used on anyone. Your task, apprentice, is to come up with the most perverted possible combination of these items and the family there."\n\nYou frown at that. "The <i>most</i> perverted? I mean... well, what you're saying is pretty perverted right off the bat, right?"\n\n"True, but there are levels. There is a least perverse way to do this, and a most. A good wicked witch can properly sense which is which, to make a bit of a tongue twister of it." She wags a finger. "Now, if you hit one of the middle grounds, I may allow you to make it up to me by adding a bit more perversity to the situation yourself. If you get the best, you're of course my apprentice, and I will... reward you..." She uses her upper arms to press her huge tits together, making them look even larger. "Very thoroughly. However, if you're so unimaginative as to provide the <i>least</i> perverse result, then I'm afraid that you'll join them."\n\nSomething about the way she says that makes you shiver a little. You suddenly realize that this apprenticeship will definitely not be without its dangerous moments. "I-I see."\n\n"Oh, perhaps you're beginning to. Anyway, I'll step out and leave you to it... wouldn't want you gazing over at me for answers every time you're uncertain." She turns and sashays back out the door, turning to pull it closed after her, "But I will be keeping an eye on things, to be certain. Still, don't feel shy... that's one of the first things you'll need to get rid of."\n\nYou stare after her for a few moments, then glance down. ... Right. Shrugging, you unbutton and unzip your jeans, pushing down the front of your underwear to let your hard cock spring free... between Ellana's teasing and the rather nice naked bodies on display, you've been uncomfortable for awhile. If she says not to be shy, you'd better not be shy. Luckily your jeans still fit well enough to stay up without being buttoned. You glance at the four floating people, who still seem not to have noticed you... the magic of their bindings must be keeping them a bit dazed. \n\nOkay. You look back at the table, then pick up the large wood and leather yoke. It's not quite as heavy as you expected... well, magic, after all. Might as well start with this. You turn back towards the captives. Now... which of the family members to put it on? It can only go on an adult, so...\n\n<hr>\n[[Dad.|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Mom.|RunForest1x4]]

"Um, thanks for the offer and all," you reply. It seems like a good idea, somehow, not to deliberately offend a magic fox. "But I think I'll pass."\n\n"Oh, suit yourself, if you want to be dull," the fox says with a sigh, coiling around and slinking back into the bushes.\n\nShrugging a bit, you walk up to the door and knock.\n\nIt takes a moment, but then the door swings open, and your jaw drops. The woman standing in the doorway is wearing the typical witch's hat and black dress... a very tight, very thin black dress that hugs up against breasts that are each a good deal bigger than your head, the material clearly outlining her stiff nipples and puffy areola, as well as her curvy hips, but the slit in the side bares pretty much the entirety of one long, curvy leg. Her hair is long and straight and black, with a single stripe of white running along it even though she only looks like she might be in her late thirties.\n\n"Well, what's this now?" She smirks at you, plucking one of the wooden letters out of your hand with fingers that have purple-painted fingernails. "Looks like someone smart enough to read my ad has finally come along. And what a cute boy you are, too," she coos, curling her fingers around your chin.\n\nYour face goes red, and you squirm in place. "Um... uh, thanks."\n\n"Come in, come in!" She steps back and turns around, showing that the dress clings nicely to the curves of her ass as well, showing off the cleft of it. You follow her eagerly enough as she leads you into a rather classy, well-appointed living room, although it's done in a weird mix of western rustic and Halloween. "You seem like you have the potential to make a fine apprentice," she continues, turning around to face you.\n\n"Really?!" You can't keep the surprise out of your voice, and sheepishly add, "Um... there was this fox outside, he said-"\n\n"Ah, ran across Loki, did you?" Ellana quirks a slender black eyebrow. "First rule of the magical world, never trust a fox. In any event, whatever Loki told you, I think you'll do fine. Teenage boys make <i>excellent</i> wicked witch potentials. I am Ellana, and if you agree, I will be your mistress for the foreseeable future."\n\nYou try desperately to suppress the images <i>that</i> brings to mind, but are soon sporting a bulge in your jeans. Ellana looks right at it, then smirks at you before continuing. "Though you understand, you are applying to be a <b>wicked</b> witch. That means doing evil things... specifically, evil, perverted things."\n\n"Evil?" You blink. "Perverted?"\n\n"Correct. A wicked witch uses magic to do things to humans... transform them, curse them, ensorcel them, all that. The more perverted the things you do or cause them to do, the stronger your magic will grow... with stronger magic, you can do even more amazing things to humans and cause even more perversity, and thus more power, and so on. Now..." She lays one finger alongside her mouth, smiling. "Does that sound like something you could do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[I don't want to be evil!|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Sounds fun!|RunForest1x3]]

"Yeah, sure," you answer, catching just the faintest flash of disappointment across Tanya's face before she looks ahead... and proceeds to bend over to grab her clothes while still facing away from you, giving you a great view of her ass, as well as her pussy framed between her legs. If she notices you taking one more quick picture she doesn't say anything as she steps into the shorts and hauls them up, then pulls her shirt back on.\n\nTurning around to face you, her shorts still undone and showing the paler front of her crotch, Tanya clears her throat. "Well, I hope you, uh... enjoy 'em. Happy birthday'n'shit."\n\n"Thanks, Tanya. I'll see you later," you say cheerfully as you wave before leaving her room.\n\nKevin asks how things went when you return, and you tell him the truth, that Tanya was surprisingly compliant and willing to give the two of you some space... obviously you leave out that she was compliant enough to let you take a bunch of naked pictures of her. The two of you settle on watching a movie in the media room, where the really big screen TV is. Partway through Tanya wanders in, and Kevin tenses up in expectation that she's about to chase you out... in fact, you find yourself doing so just on reflex. Instead she just mutters that she's looking for 'Iron Man' and wanders over to the DVD rack, bending over far more than necessary to look while aiming her ass in your direction, almost as if she's showing off. (Hm, is that a dark spot on the crotch of the denim?) She wanders back out, and Kevin breathes a little sigh of relief. "Man, you must have really gotten to her," he says, looking at you almost worshipfully, neither of you quite aware of just how true that is.\n\nAfter the movie you decide to bid Kevin farewell, and as you're leaving to walk home you get another text message, this time from Maya, saying that she's still up for you coming over for a little while. Since it is on the way, you reply that you will and set out. Her mother answers the door, and as you're starting to get used to briefly looks shocked and flustered at the sight of you, asking if you've grown. (If only she knew.) You manage to put in the bare amount of pleasantries and leave the stiff-nippled woman staring after you as you head up the stairs to Maya's room.\n\n"Hey, Jamie," Maya says cheerfully as you answer the door, and then yup there it is. But Maya actually blushes when she sees you, sucking in a breath as her cheeks color and her nipples visibly stiffen, thighs giving a twitch as if she had the sudden desire to press them together. "Holy shit when'd you get so hot?" she whispers, only for her eyes to widen and her blush to intensify. "Uh, er, I mean, you look, uh, you look good, new clothes?"\n\n"Yeah," you reply a little sheepishly, somewhere between extremely flattered (and a bit turned on) and embarrassed by your longtime friend's reaction to you. Why's it more intense than the others girls', anyway?\n\n"Uh, yeah, anyway, c'mon in," she says, stepping back and gesturing inside. You wander in past her, noticing that all the smells of the room seem a little more intense than they did before... including Maya, who smells even more turned-on than Tanya did at any point during the picture-taking. Wow, she must be practically soaking her panties under those black cargo shorts. "Oh, oh right, uh, here," she stammers after she's closed the door, hurrying over to snag a wrapped box and hold it out to you. "Here, I... uh, shit, it's a T-shirt, I... didn't think you'd have already gotten clothes, dammit, that's a boring birthday if you just get clothes," she says, obviously starting to fret a bit over it.\n\nYikes. For whatever reason, your incubus aura is hitting Maya particularly hard. She's actually upset that she got you a "lame" birthday present before you even put your hands on it! What should you do about this?\n\n<hr>\n[[Assure her it's fine.|QOFam]]\n\n[[Suggest she make up for it with nude pics.|QOFam1x12]]\n\n[[Use it to dominate her.|QOFam]]

Further emboldened by her practically writing you a blank check, no matter how nonchalant she's trying to be about it, you smile. "I think I'd like a picture of you..."\n\nIt's actually kind of funny how her eyes light up and she starts getting a goofy grin, then quickly has to suppress it and go back to acting cool. "What, really?"\n\n"Yeah." You pull out your phone and hold it up. "Naked."\n\nThat seems to pull her up short, and she opens her mouth, leaves it that way for a second, and closes it without saying anything while staring at you. "Er... did you seriously just ask me to...?" She frowns, but her brow furrows, as if she's actually confused why she's not getting as pissed off by that request as she normally would.\n\n"I mean, all I'm asking is for you to take off your clothes for me and pose some. It'd make me really happy!" you add, doing your best bright smile.\n\nTanya actually blushes at that, opening and closing her mouth a few times, then doing a quick glance around her own room as if checking for onlookers. "Er, well, I mean... you wouldn't show it to anyone, right? Like other kids at school, or...?"\n\n"No, it would be just for me. Y'know, special."\n\nThat apparently gets her, and you see a tremble pass through her... actually it kind of smells like she's getting even more turned on, too. "Alright... yeah, fine, a couple of nudes won't hurt, I guess," she finally says, hands moving to her shorts before she hesitates briefly. "Just remember, you'd get in more trouble than me if you do show it."\n\n"I know, I know!"\n\n"Fine." She swallows, then finally unbuttons and unzips the little cutoffs and wiggles them down, revealing a smooth-shaved pussy with a rather skimpy thong-shaped tanline across it. She steps out of them then straightens up, pulling off her tanktop to reveal her full tits, which also have rather obvious (and similarly scarce) tanlines on them. She blushes a little again as the sound of the phone's camera click comes while she's still taking her shirt off, but after just a second's hesitation she finishes tossing it aside. Soon she puts both hands behind her head and juts her back out, standing there naked in the middle of her room as you snap more photos of her. Without even being asked she assumes a few more poses, leaning forward with her hands on her knees so her tits hang down, turning around so you can take some shots of her ass.\n\nAfter this last, she glances back over her shoulder. "So, ah... that enough?" Though she's doing her best to sound annoyed and put-upon, even as she says it you can see a little trickle of arousal run down her inner thigh.\n\n<hr>\n[[That's enough.|QOFam1x11]]\n\n[[You want a picture of her asshole.|QOFam]]\n\n[[You want video of her sucking you off.|QOFam]]

"Hey, it's no big deal," you hurry to say, but after the amazing experience earlier, you can't help but add, "But I mean, if it would make you feel better I know something you could do."\n\n"Really?!" Maya quickly perks up, hurrying to set the box on her bed. "What is it?!"\n\n"Why don't you let me take a few naughty pictures of you?" You pull out your phone again, carefully controlling yourself so that you don't get hard. It seems like this is just getting more exciting doing it a second time. \n\n"Ah... naughty... you mean...?" Maya shifts in place nervously... but you also notice that she's full-on rubbing her thighs together now, her hands actually wandering to the hem of her shirt before she rubs them along her hips. "You, uh... you want me to strip?"\n\n"I mean, just if you're okay with it, I'm not gonna pressure you!" you hurry to add, half to comfort her and half because you really want this now. "I won't ever show anyone, they'll be special just for me."\n\n"S-special..." Maya shivers visibly, and you'd swear she lets out a soft moan before she nods. "Yeah... okay, sure, just promise me you'll never show anyone." But practically before she's finished speaking she's snagged the bottom of her t-shirt and is pulling it off. She's blushing brightly both from the exposure and the sound of your phone camera clicking repeatedly as she pulls it off and over her hair. Her hands are shaking, but it's hard to tell if it's with nervousness or eagerness as she undoes her shorts and lets them drop, revealing the black thong she's wearing. She hesitates for a second, then strikes a rather similar pose to Tanya's earlier, hands going behind her neck with elbows angled up and arching her back, showing off her perky C-cups... Tanya's look fuller and rounder, heavier even, but if you had to say, Maya's have the better shape.\n\nYou quickly snap pictures, especially as she turns around to show off her ass in the thong, putting her hands on her hips as if to frame it. Then she takes a deep breath and bends forward, slowly peeling the thong down to give you plenty of opportunities for pictures of the progress. The crotch of them is indeed wet enough to cling to her pussy, which glistens in the overhead light as she reveals it. Standing up, she turns back around to face you, breasts moving with her hard breathing, purple-painted lips parted and cheeks flushed as you snap more photos of her standing there naked in the middle of her room with her parents just downstairs, or for all she knows walking by in the hall. Arousal is visibly running down her inner thighs, and you make sure to get a few pictures of that too before clearing your throat. "Um, thanks, Maya, these are... these are amazing, thank you."\n\n"Y-yeah." She shifts in place, then opens her mouth... clearly asking if you're sure that's all you want. But finally she nods... and it's still another few seconds before she starts getting dressed again, and you notice that her panties stay on the floor when she does. Once she's covered up (albeit commando), she grins. "So, ah... happy birthday, Jamie. Hope you... hope you really enjoy those," she murmurs, and from the flick of her eyes towards your crotch you can only assume she's imagining you jerking off to them. Or possibly <i>hoping</i> you'll jerk off to them.\n\nThe two of you chat awhile, Maya gradually calming down and able to act pretty much like her normal self, though you notice the smell of her being turned-on and apparently ready to fuck at a moment's notice never really goes away. You have to remind yourself of the restrictions your mother told you about several times, and eventually decide to take your leave. Maya puts the wrapped present in a bag since you never opened it, and waves you off at the door, her mother uncharacteristically hurrying over to say goodbye as well. Of course you're about halfway home before you glance in the bag and discover that Maya slipped her panties into it with the present. Holy crap.\n\n"Welcome home, dear," your mother chirps as you come in the door. "Hm, my my, you smell like several very horny girls," she adds as she walks over, smiling and casually reaching down to fondle your cock through your jeans, making you moan as you stiffen. "Especially... Maya? Ah, hit the poor dear pretty hard, didn't it?"\n\n"Y-yeah, how did you know?" you ask as she sinks to her knees and starts undoing your pants.\n\n"Dear, you may be part incubus now, but you are still a tad naive, aren't you?" your mother comments, right before sliding your cock past her lips and down your throat, a combination of sensation and statement that leaves your head swimming in pleasured confusion.\n\nAfter about a half hour of your mother's typical above-expert oral ministrations, you vaguely acknowledge your phone's text message tone going off, then going off again. Focusing through the pleasure (which is easy enough when you try), you curiously slip your phone out of your pocket to unlock it and look at the screen. The first message is from Tanya... and has a selfie of her taken with a raised arm, showing her from nose to waistline, her shirt hauled up to bare her tanlined tits, the text reading 'Enjoy this one too, ya horny little fucker.' The second one is from Maya, and shows her belly, spread thighs, and pussy, one hand a few inches away from her sex, a line of wetness connecting her slit and her middle finger. 'Thinking of you', it reads... wait, seriously?!\n\n"Mmmf?" \n\nYou shiver a little at your mother's inquiring noise sending vibrations through your cock, looking down as she pulls herself off... then squawking a bit as she snags the phone from you. "Hey, Mom!"\n\n"If you want to look at it while I'm sucking you off you can let me look at it too," she says in such a perfect Mother Tone that you're flummoxed to argue. She makes a soft appreciative noise though as she checks the texts... then, at a guess from the way she's tapping, goes to look in your picture roll. "Oh my, good work darling."\n\n"Um. Thanks," you murmur, blushing. \n\n"Let me guess, you noticed how turned-on and compliant they were being, so you asked them for some nude photos? But not much else happened?" At your bashful nod, she giggles a bit. "You got them all worked up while taking the pictures and then didn't give them any release. Now they associate giving you nude photos with the excitement and thrill they felt, so they'll probably keep doing so, and getting more daring as they do. Hm, that in mind, dear," she continues, reaching up to stroke along your cock with the hand not holding the phone, letting the side of the shaft rub up against her cheek. "What are your plans there?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep it up with Tanya and Maya.|QOFam]]\n\n[[Get nudes of as many girls as you can.|QOFam]]

Hm. You kind of like the sound of this 'stealth elite' business. All the benefits of joining the military (job security, getting to order people around, getting to crush those who disobey you), but if 'stealth' is code for like 'covert operations' or something it might also have all the benefits of, like, being in the CIA or something (disregarding the law at will, spying on people, personal profit using public resources). You flip through the pamphlet from the little holder beside the poster and it's just vague enough about what the Stealth Elite does that you're sure you're pretty much on the money. Smiling brightly and innocently to reflect the cruel grin in your soul, you chirp, "You know what, I think I like the idea of the Stealth Elite!"\n\n"Oh? You seemed like the sort that liked a lot of attention, to be honest," Kagura muses, scratching her cheek with one fingertip. While you're internally fuming over the accuracy of that assessment, she grins and shrugs. "But hey, if that's what you wanna do. You'll probably have a lot of remedial catchup to do, but hey, I like a challenge." She beckons. "C'mon, this way then."\n\nYou follow her through a nearby doorway, blinking at the room beyond... it's some sort of traditional Japanese tea room? With folding divider curtains and stuff like that. What does this have to do with stealth? You frown a little as Kagura takes you by the arm and leads you around behind one of the dividers, then yelp as the floor suddenly drops out from under you both. You land and go tumbling and sprawling, winding up on your knees and face on a similar-seeming bamboo floor with your butt sticking up in the air, trying to gather your wits and plot your letter to Daddy telling him who he needs to sue and how hard.\n\n"Oooo, a new girl! Don't mind if I do! Squishy squishy!"\n\nYour eyes shoot open wide as you feel hands grab your ass and knead it shamelessly (and also highly competently). Yelping, you roll forward and to your feet almost instinctively, coming up with your hands up and looking around wildly. Your apparent assailant is a Japanese girl with bright red(?!) hair, apparently wearing just a white and blue hoodie vest that's only zipped up about halfway, and what looks like some sort of blue and white loincloth, as well as silver bracers and silver-colored sneakers. She's grinning at you, lilac eyes twinkling as she flexes her fingers a few times. "Squishy?"\n\n"Wh-why you-!" You huff, starting to build to a tirade about... well, being sued and how hard.\n\n"Please forgive Katsuko-san."\n\nYou actually do a little jump back, simultaneously whirling to face the voice that spoke directly beside you despite not having seen her earlier. She has long, black hair with a faint sheen of blue to it, and eyes that are oddly the same color. Otherwise she's very pretty, and is wearing a slightly crisper, more formally cut version of the same uniform you are... except that she has a katana sheathed both at her right hip and over her back. "You see, she's an idiot," she adds in a solemn tone.\n\n"Hey!"\n\n"Aw, Misaki-chan, don't be so mean!"\n\n"WAHA!" You leap forward and roll past the long-haired girl, almost reflexively hiding behind her at yet another person speaking from directly behind you without having been seen or noticed. This one is a girl with brown hair pulled back in a ponytail save for two falls to the side of her face that have been dyed rainbow colors. She seems to be wearing just a vest version of the school jacket over a black tubetop, though the skirt is in place even though it's got some colorful pins clipped to it here and there. She also has straps around her thighs with multiple little throwing knives clipped to them, and thicker straps around her upper arms that each have three ninja stars in a vertical row on them. "What the hell?!"\n\n"Ah, sorry sorry!" she squeals, bowing to you repeatedly. "Just that I don't want Misaki-chan to be mean to Katsuko-chan even if Katsuko-chan is totally a pervert but Katsuko-chan is a nice pervert honest all she ever does is some squeezing well maybe some other stuff but she never goes too far and I know because she says she never goes too far and she's my friend so I believe her and-!"\n\n"Oy, are you bullying Akira-chan?"\n\n"GAH!" You try to go jumping back again, only for the lapel of your coat to be caught so you can be yanked back in face-to-face with a tall, broad-shouldered girl wearing a long red coat with the collar turned up beneath the fall of her thick, wild black hair, her eyes as red as her coat. It's left open to show off her own black tube top and what look like red tights, with a pouch-riddled belt that has a larger, longer pouch in front almost like a loincloth probably being all that's keeping her from being indecent despite being fully-covered. You grab at her wrist and tug, digging in your thumb as you do. "Let GO!"\n\n"OW!" The big girl drops you and jerks backward, grabbing her wrist and glaring at you as you scramble backward a few steps. Then she snarls and raises her fist, starting to approach. "Why you-!"\n\n"Karasu!" The snap of Kagura-sensei's voice jerks the big girl to a halt, and she scowls as she steps back. Kagura walks over, putting her hands together and making a few motions with her fingers before a puff of smoke surrounds her briefly, clearing away to show instead a digital camo... ninja outfit? A sleeveless top with netting across the cleavage and baggy pants. She's grinning though as she looks at you. "Well! Layla-san, meet your new classmates."\n\n"Huh?!" You glance around. ... Why do all their tits outclass yours by so much?! "I mean... like... most of them aren't even close to being in uniform, they've got weapons just strapped to them, and... and there's only four?!"\n\n"While there are a few hundred people in the general Stealth Elite program, there aren't that many students at this level," Kagura replies with a shrug. "Normally you'd never see anything close to this, but-"\n\n"She's not even trained!" Karasu snarls, glaring at you hard enough to make you want to hide behind someone again. "Look at how she's holding herself, how she's dressed, she doesn't have a single weapon anywhere on her and-!"\n\n"And yet she instinctively used a pressure point technique that worked on you of all people, Karasu-san," Misaki points out evenly as she steps up to your side, looking at you with what could be called polite interest. "She also reacted to the presence of each of us with an untrained, but instinctive fluidity and response. She lacks skill... but probably has more natural ability than any of us."\n\n"Exactly, I sensed it myself," Kagura-sensei agrees, nodding and grinning wider. "That's why, Layla-san, you've been invited to become a ninja!"\n\n<hr>\n[[WHAT?! That's crazy, no way!|MeanNinja1xEndA]]\n\n[[... Okay?|MeanNinja1x1]]

"I appreciate the offer, but I think I'll pass on Watchtower duty," you say.\n\nEskabar stares at you with that one eye and whatever that thing over the other is for a moment, before she gives a low chuckle. "I'd say something about being stupid to turn down a sweet gig, but between you and me I'd've probably done the same thing in the same situation, if it was when I got here. Okay, you've got twenty minutes, then you're due at the doors to the incursion area. Make sure you've got fresh packs in your blasters and plenty of spares, grab a clean fresh mask, and probably a couple ration packs and an extra medkit while you're at it. Better safe than sorry whenever you range out," she adds, probably at your mildly alarmed look.\n\n"Yes ma'am." Getting up and maneuvering your way out of the office (you seriously have no idea how she moves around in there), you pause briefly outside of her office. Well, it's not like you have a ton to do, so you just stop briefly by your room on the next floor up to put your tablet in your footlocker, then head up to the armory room. You glance a bit longingly at the locker full of Lances as you pass it... it did make Fiends explode real good. Of course it's also quite a bit longer and heavier than normal rifles, probably not good for use inside a bunker. Instead you open up a locker full of blaster packs, distributing them in various pockets as well as changing out the ones in your rifle and pistol. You grab the other items Eskabar mentioned and then head over to the doors to wait.\n\nEventually you can hear other people entering the armory area and moving about getting their equipment ready, Eskabar, Shyn, and someone else even chatting a bit as they do. Eventually Eskabar's massive form, now once more covered fully in armor, leads the way over, followed by an armored-up Shyn who's not yet got her helmet on, and another somewhat feminine form with helmet already in place, the nametag reading 'Vasquez'. A second after they stop, the apparent last member of the group joins them, someone else in orange like you... with blue-black skin and purple hair. Veronka's nonplussed expression at the sight of you is obvious even with her mask on, and you try not to let your own frustrated one show similarly clearly.\n\n"Alright, let's take a ride," Eskabar booms, hitting the control to open the doors and striding through.\n\nOutside a squarish vehicle with tires almost as tall as it is sits waiting, the back ramp lowering once you approach. It's not very aerodynamic, but you guess it really can't be with the poles on top for floodlight attachments. You file in with the others and take a seat, the ramp raising up and the whole thing jostling a little even on the relatively flat surface. There aren't any seatbelts, but you notice a strap to the side of your seat and grab it with your free hand.\n\nAfter a very rough ride, the ground transport pulls up in front of a bunker similar to the one you left, albeit a bit plainer-looking somehow. A lot of its outer floodlights are off, one dangling and sparking. "Alright, grab a lightharness and glasses out of the locker there," Eskabar grunts as she stands up, still stooping in the relatively low (for her) area. "Problem, LaChance?" she asks at your slight hesitation.\n\n"No, ma'am, just wondering why we're bothering with those," you ask as Veronka pulls on one of the harnesses, basically a belt and suspender set with flashlight emitters dotted all over it. "Doctor Mejat said when we got here that the light doesn't actually hurt Fiends."\n\n"Decent question, 'cause yeah it won't really deter a Fiend much, and every so often you get one that it just pisses 'em off. I still said to wear it," Eskabar adds with a bit of a snap as Veronka hesitates in fastening one of the clasps. "Because you want to give yourself as many chances as you get. Some of them, especially the smaller ones, will just avoid you if you've got enough light on you, slink off and hide. Besides, it's better to give yourself more chances to see 'em coming."\n\nNodding, you don a harness as well, sliding on the glasses designed to cut down the glare from looking at other people wearing what are basically a bunch of halogens without making everything else dark. The five of you march down the ramp and up to the door, which is ajar about a foot. Eskabar grunts and hands her massive ax-rifle to Shyn, then steps in and shoves her armored hands in. You remember the Commander saying she could crush just about anything the day you got here, but it's still stare-worthy as, after a bit of straining and growling, she shoves the massive, solid metal doors open another few feet. Taking her weapon back, she moves forward, the rest of you following close behind her.\n\nThe doors inside have been basically destroyed, and the light panels are all flickering and maybe at half illumination, with a good handful of them completely dark. As you move into the armory area beyond the near-identical incursion entrance, you hear Veronka swear softly, then raise her voice to ask, "Did they do this on purpose?! Are they that smart?!"\n\n"Easy does it, Kaze," Shyn murmurs with a glance aside.\n\n"Nah, they ain't that smart, they're that stupid," Eskabar says evenly as she starts moving past the rows of twisted and destroyed racks and lockers, shattered rifles scattered across the floor like so many pebbles, bits and pieces of orange and black suits laying here and there somehow managing to invoke the image of ripped and shredded bodies. "A lot of fiends get inside a manmade area and just lose it. They start flailing around, smashing everything, not even going after anyone. The more confined the space and the less living targets there are, the more they just flop around smashing at stuff at random. It's why we don't man the incursion area unless we're actively under assault, they'd waste time just losing their shit smashing at the blockades if they did a surprise on us." She stops near the door to the briefing area, then turns. "Alright, Vasquez, you're with me... we're gonna head down to the engineering core, see if we can get this place lit back up, maybe get the internal sensors working. Jehemis, LaChance, Kaze, I want you to sweep the dorms, mess hall and medical, and the offices. See if anyone managed to tuck themselves in a locker with a flashlight and a blaster and ride this out, or something. If you see a Fiend, take it down, if you see a group of them, alert me by radio and retreat to the transport." With that, she and Vasquez turn and walk to the opposite side of the armory, apparently considering a pair of doors.\n\n"She's trying to get us killed, sending us to do all this checking while she just goes to throw a switch," Veronka mutters as the three of you move through the trashed briefing room.\n\nShyn snorts softly, the sound coming through slightly modulated by her helmet. "You're full of bullshit when you should be full of gratitude, Kaze," she says as the three of you emerge into the hallway on the other side of the briefing room. "Remember what she said, Fiends don't like being enclosed in tight manmade spaces much. Once they've killed everyone an' trashed everything, they move on. Chances are none of 'em stuck around in the res areas once everyone was dead... but the engineering level, you've gotta access that by lift. And with the lights fucked, there's two places in this bunker that look like 'home' to fiends."\n\n"Elevator shafts," you mutter, shuddering. "Wait, where's the other?"\n\n"Emergency lift in the medbay. Don't worry though, it's got doors on it that make the front ones look like the ones on our fuckin' dorm rooms, even if Fiends tunneled into the shaft they'd never get through those. Okay, so, this is a lighter bunker than ours, there's only one dorm level, the level with the med bay and mess hall and shit, and then the officers level." Shyn pauses, then snorts again. "Fuck, this's actually easy duty, they're long fuckin' gone. Let's split up. I'll take the dorms, LaChance can take the medbay, Kaze can take the offices. We get this done in a third the time and hop our happy asses back on the transport before the Lieutenant even gets her horns through the engineers' door."\n\n<hr>\n[[That is the worst, stupidest, most abjectly moronic, absolute dumbest, truly idiotically suicidal idea you've ever heard.|GGSR6x11]]\n\n[[That's a great idea!|GGOri3x1]]

You yank your hand back as a pang of guilt strikes you. How would you feel if someone stuck your shampoo bottle up their butt? You're pretty sure Baal would hate that, and would really give you what-for for it. Restraining yourself, you focus on thinking unsexy thoughts until your cock sags and you feel a bit more under control. The next time you reach for a shampoo bottle, it's so that you can clean your hair. Keeping your mind off various tantalizing subjects isn't that easy, but you manage to complete your shower with a minimum of groping yourself.\n\nStepping out and snagging the towel you brought from the other room, you dry off thoroughly. You notice a comb set aside and, hoping that means it's for guests, do your best to subdue your unruly hair just slightly. Hitching the towel around your middle, you head back into the outer room. You wonder if Baal will be able to get the goo out... or what she thought of it and its location. You blush in embarrassment... and do so even more as you recall that she seemed to have a pretty good idea what she'd find anyway. Man, those mascots must do this pretty often, darn perverts.\n\nYou notice a small stack of folded clothes on the bench and walk over to it, unfolding the top garment. It's a rather flimsy white tanktop... well, no, actually it's a spaghetti-strap top, with a little slightly lacy design around the top and bottom. You wince at it, but rationalize that maybe Baal just didn't have anything more masculine than that for you to wear. Of course, that makes it even worse when you realize that under the top is a black, pleated skirt and a pair of white cotton panties. You'd do your best to rationalize it away... but then you find a pair of white and black striped thigh-high stockings. \n\nIt's obviously not that girl's clothes were all she had... she <i>wants</i> you to crossdress!\n\n<hr>\n[[Well... what else can you do?|EricBaalPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Just wear the towel, that's what!|EricBaalPlaceholder]]

Still not really believing in this superhero stuff, you shake your head. "Nah. Besides, what would we do with my luggage?"\n\n"Oh, yeah, good point." Molly grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head.\n\nSoon the taxi pulls up in front of a fairly old but nice-looking two story brownstone set between two slightly taller and newer buildings. Molly helps you haul your bags out of the taxi and up the steps (not that you have many, your clothing taste runs to simple and you travel light) and unlocks the door. "My Aunt Em is out at work now. Sometimes she's out pretty late, so most of the time we'll be on our own."\n\n"That's okay, I'm used to it. Heh, you actually have an Auntie Em?"\n\n"Shaddup!" she answers with a laugh.\n\nHowever, once the two of you have gotten inside, her cellphone beeps and she pulls it out, clicking it on to read the text message. Whatever it is causes her eyes to widen, and she makes a strangled noise in her throat. "Um! I gotta go! There's this... thing!... I gotta take care of!" She scrambles back to the door. "I'm really <i>really</i> sorry, okay?! My room's upstairs on the left, I left you a key and a map of the city there! You can go out or stay in or do... um, whatever!" She slams the door after herself, then opens it and pokes her head back in, making a face. "<i>So</i> sorry!" Then she's out and slamming the door again.\n\nYou stare after her. Well. That's a helluva thing. But it looks like for at least the next few hours, you're on your own.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go out and see the city.|FemPalladium1x2]]\n\n[[Stay in.|FemPalladium3x1]]

So if you become a Producer, you just, what... milk cows, collect eggs, maybe sheer a few sheep? How strenuous can it be? A lot better than roaming around the farm doing whatever manual labor comes to hand, right? "I think I'll take the Producer job," you tell May.\n\n"Oh, good! I really think you'll love it!" she replies, actually clasping her hands and beaming at you. "You know I still take a turn being a Milk Producer every so often myself, since it comes so naturally to me. I find it a nice little break from my administrative duties. A lot of our Producers get so hooked on the job, they ask us to set them up with a position doing it professionally! Now, here we goooo," she murmurs, briefly rummaging in her desk, before handing you a small sheet of clear plastic with faintly-lit lines and a blinking dot and arrow at the center. "Just use this to get to the production facility center, and they'll get you assigned."\n\n"Got it." You get to your feet and head out, past the rows of people still waiting to be interviewed, and follow the path of the little map along the paths. At a call of 'Wait up!' from behind, you blink and slow, turning around, grinning when you spot Mix jogging to catch up. "Oh, hey."\n\n"You decide to be a Producer too?" she asks as she catches up to you, giving you a grin in return as the two of you resume walking.\n\n"Yeah, it sounded better than being a worker or a mechanic or whatever."\n\n"Well it's some of the least strenuous work on the farm, yeah," Mix agrees with a bob of her head. "Lot less chance to get yourself into trouble, too, which is why I ultimately picked it. The strong woman resists temptation, the wise woman places herself not in its path, y'know?"\n\nThat sounds very Confucious. Or maybe Egg Shin. The two of you soon approach a not particularly large, and in fact rather plain building, though it has several larger barnlike structures out behind it scattered around. You and your new friend head through the front door, the small office area beyond mostly empty, but with the main desk facing the door occupied by a red-skinned woman with black hair, solid black eyes, red skin, short horns, and four arms. She looks up as you come in, smiling a bit. "You two new producers?" At your and Mix's confirmation, she picks up a pair of datapads with her left hands and holds them out towards either of you. "Bracelet touch, please."\n\nOnce you've put your wrist to one pad and Mix done the same with the other, the woman brings both back in and operates both at once with all four hands. "Alright, Mixilia and Cyan LaChance. So right now we've got a lot of stuff open, and I don't mind letting newbies choose. Choices are milk, eggs, wool, meat, or livestock."\n\n"Livestock?" you ask curiously.\n\n"One of the things farms produce is more animals, yanno," Mix answers for the woman.\n\n"Exactly right. Mixilia, what would you like?"\n\n"Eh, if it's all the same, let Cyan pick and assign me with her? She's from an unaligned world and pretty urban, I'd like to be able to help her out at least sometimes."\n\n"That's nice of you," the red-skinned woman says, while you're going all gooey inside. "I think we can manage that. So, Cyan, what would you like to produce?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Milk.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Eggs.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Wool.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Meat.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Livestock.|GGOri]]

You just... can't deal with this. You've got to get out of here, some sort of possibly angry confrontation on top of the shock and guilt would be too much for you. You scramble back to your car and clamber in, sniffling a little as you start the engine and drive off. You do your best to try and calm down and make yourself feel better with various silent promises to never again take your eyes off the road. Eventually you convince yourself that you've essentially already atoned for your sin... this will make you a better person, right? You'll be a more careful driver for the rest of your life, and really, it was just a reindeer, that's not that bad right? Besides, it went out in the road, and-\n\nYou scream as your car jolts, far more violently than before and without any sight whatsoever of having hit anything. The SUV spins out, and for a terrifying moment you think you're going to flip up on one side. But the car finally comes to rest with you dizzy and aching, and without thinking you undo your seatbelt and shove the door open, falling more than stepping out of the car and winding up on all fours. Panting, you look aside towards your car's front, then feel your throat tighten in horror. Rather than any sort of impact, there's a long slash mark right through the metal that starts at the bumper, goes right through the tire and hubcap, and at least several inches to the other side.\n\nYou hear a snarling half-howl noise from somewhere to the side and whip your head towards it. Someone... no, it's definitely some<i>thing</i>... is standing amidst the trees. The shadows and the angle of the moon rob it of any detail, but it's standing upright like a person, but seems too big to be an actual human, and there are various things about the shape of the body, especially the legs, that are just wrong. That's not even getting into the massive, curved horns arching up from its head. Whatever it is, it gives another one of those eerie snarl-howls, something like a chain dropping from one of its hands and starting to swing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Run!|HollyXmas2x3]]\n\n[[When did running ever help in a horror movie? Plead for forgiveness!|HollyXmas]]

Why not? She's pretty well-known around the neighborhood and it's not like you're being smuggled into her house under the cover of night, you're pretty sure if you go in now that one of the neighborhood gossips would tell the cops where you went. (You wonder what they'll say if you <i>don't</i> disappear, really. Eh, who cares.) You follow Tricia back up her walk and into her house, with you glancing around as you head to the kitchen. Yeah, you're guessing she did all the decorating, and her husband probably just lets her, you somehow don't imagine the old dude is very much into salt lamps and 'rainbow unicorn' potpourri. Soon the two of you are sitting at the table, with cups of coffee in front of you, and you're taking a sip of yours to find out it's surprisingly good, like way better than any of the coffee shops at the-\n\n"So you found out about your parents' sex parties, huh?" Tricia says cheerfully.\n\n"GLBFFFFF!" You lurch forward over the table, coughing desperately and pounding a hand in the small puddle you've created, as if that might help you keep the coffee from seeping into your lungs like it feels like it's trying to.\n\nTricia's eyes are wide. "Oh woooow, I've never <i>actually</i> seen anyone do that, I thought it was just in cartoons or something! ... Oh gosh I'm sorry!" she yelps as it apparently sinks in that you're actually in discomfort, hopping up and rushing around the table to rub your back. "Um, there there, and junk."\n\n"Wha... wha... wha?" you manage a bit hoarsely as you get yourself under control.\n\n"Um, I mean, that <i>is</i> why you came climbing out of your room and ran off the other night, right?" Tricia asks as she sits back down. At your slow nod, she eyes you. "I mean, everything okay there? You were just embarrassed, not-"\n\n"Yeah, they didn't know I was there, I snuck back in. I'd been planning to, y'know, crash the party before I... knew," you admit, wiping at your face with the kitchen towel she handed you. Then you blink. "Wait, how do you know about them?"\n\n"Oh, me and my husband go to them sometimes," Tricia answers breezily, though she looks concerned at the noise you make. "Geez at least you weren't drinking coffee that time, are you alright and stuff?"\n\n"I... guess. So wait, you...?"\n\n"I haven't gone in awhile, actually," Tricia explains with a shrug. "I dunno it's just like... I'm pretty much the youngest person there, but even most of the younger people are just so... fuddy duddy, y'know? Outside of the sexy fun stuff, everyone wants to talk about what they think the stock market is doing, complain about their kids or their boss, complain about what interest rates are doing, it's all just so... guh." She pouts as she props her chin up on her hands, looking at you. "I mean, it'd be one thing if you wanted to have a sexy fun party where people talked about what was good on TV, how hot actors named Chris are, or the hot new time travel romance books, but those sex parties are just so..." She trails off, probably not wanting to say 'adult', considering, but you still get her meaning.\n\n"I mean... I guess I get you, yeah," you agree after a moment. "I mean I'm there with you on at least two out of three of those subjects at the least. I mean if I <i>was</i> going to have a sex party I'd probably, like... want synthwave playing and versus console games on the TV or whatever while doing the sexy fun stuff."\n\n"Yes, see, that's what I'm talking about!" Tricia exclaims, pointing at you with both hands. "We need a young, vibrant sex party in this town!"\n\nYou blink. "Er, wait, we need what?"\n\n"... I just meant hypothetically, but..." Tricia trails off, then her green eyes begin to sparkle. "But hey, hey, wouldn't that actually be pretty cool? Putting together a naughty sex party for the younger crowd?"\n\n"I mean..." You consider briefly, then shrug. "... Okay in theory that's pretty hot," you admit, squirming a little in your chair. "But isn't that also sort of, y'know, illegal?"\n\n"Hmmmm..." Tricia frowns, rubbing her chin, then brightens. "Actually, as long as we don't allow alcohol and we keep the age range from your age to mine, I think we're good! And don't do something dumb like, y'know, charge admission." At your stare, she shrugs. "Oh why would you think I wouldn't know this state's age gap laws for relationships?"\n\nOkay, fair point there, she kind of had a good reason for being familiar. Still, a wild sex party? Bringing in your friends for casual lewd activities and video games? That just sounds...\n\n<hr>\n[[... too freaky.|GGParent]]\n\n[[... like the best Saturday night ever.|GGParent]]

You yawn again and push yourself to your feet, carefully stepping over a few of the others and making your way over to the tent wall that was lifted up last night so you could come in. You press against it, finding that the cloth is a lot more sleek and firm... in fact, there's no yield at all as you press against it. You frown a little, then make your way around the edge of the tent until you find the actual opening. As you approach it, it rolls up and out automatically, making you blink, but not seeing what else to do you step through.\n\nYou find yourself in a well-lit hallway with striped red and white walls that look... well, they kind of look like they're made of metal that's textured and patterned like cloth. You walk over to touch one, finding it feels a lot like the tent walls inside did. "Weird," you murmur, slowly setting off down the hallway and looking for a place to exit to the actual circus. \n\nSeveral hallways later you're starting to wonder just where you are now. You've passed several of what look like tent flap doors, but none of them opened for you despite being prodded at. You've just passed a small alcove when you hear footsteps approaching. Acting more on instinct than anything else, you duck into said alcove and press yourself up against the wall. You stare a bit as a pair of people walk by, both in variations of brightly-colored bodysuits, one of them a large-breasted woman with long black hair and stark white skin, but the other is... an upright lion?! Just strolling along, swinging arms that end in massive slightly pawlike hands, head wreathed by a thick golden mane, bodysuit showing off a truly impressive bulge at his crotch.\n\n"We'd better get some security and go around checking the various storage areas," the lion-man rumbles. "We always wind up with a lot of stowaways after shows on these low development planets."\n\n"I do feel a bit bad for them, but we don't have room to take in everyone," the woman answers breezily. "I'm sure they'll all wind up useful one way or another though!"\n\nStowaways? ... Wind up useful? Wait, does that include you? Or those other guys in the storage area? Oh man, you've been... abducted by aliens! Or... accidentally stowed away with aliens! What do you do?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Run like mad!|StarCirc]]\n\n[[Throw yourself on their mercy!|StarCirc2x1]]\n\n[[Sneak along and see what happens.|StarCirc]]\n\n[[Try to escape.|StarCirc]]\n\n[[Find some help.|StarCirc1x2]]

You've actually been looking forward to Defiant Summoner for awhile. Might as well not put it off any longer. You start up the client and spend a moment finding the mailing slip with your beta key on it so that you can type it in. Ugh, hard copy, you can't copy-paste from this! Oh well. You finish typing in and watch the launcher go through the process of downloading the data... which takes surprisingly little time. The game launches, your screen going black, and you feel torn between eagerness for the opening cinematic and the eagerness to get past it so you can properly set up the graphics options.\n\nBut instead of a deep-voiced narrator or elegantly-arranged CG visuals, a quiet droning sound starts coming from your speakers, and odd colors begin swirling slowly across the screen. For a moment you think something must have gotten screwed up, that download did seem awfully fast, it better not have messed up your computer! But your irritation and worry quickly melts away, as you find the red and blues and purples and whites washing back and forth and swirling and curling around each other all really relaxing somehow. Even that droning noise from your speakers is actually kind of nice, like some sort of vibration pulse gently moving through your body and relaxing your muscles. You ease back into your chair, eyes growing heavy-lidded as you watch the screen. This is actually better than any MMO you've ever played. This is good. This is nice.\n\nEventually you hear the doorbell ring. Not caring that you're wearing nothing but a black t-shirt and black thong, you get up and walk in somewhat heavy-footed fashion out the door and down the stairs, heading to open the door. You don't actually look at the suited, sunglassesed men standing there, even as one uses his fingers to pry one of your eyes further open and flash some sort of scanner over it. He glances at the other and nods. "Confirmed, this one's on the list."\n\n"Go and get in the van," the second one says to you, pointing at the blue van with heavily-tinted windows sitting at the end of the walk, some advertisement for plumbing services emblazoned on the side. Not bothering to nod, you simply walk down the front walk of your home and clamber into the back of the van, parking your essentially bare ass on one of the bench-style seats. There are a handful of other people in the van, most of them close to your age, and some in similar states of undress, but all of them are also sitting with eyes forward, bodies settled on the seats like lumps.\n\nThe men in suits close the sliding door of the van and both climb in, and begin driving. They pick up two more people... a boy a few years older than you and a girl a year or two younger... before they both seem to settle in themselves. You're not sure how long they drive, because you've ceased to be bored, scared, or really care at all about how long things take.\n\nUntil you blink.\n\nYour eyes widen a little as things start to come back to you, but you quickly repress the urge to start looking around, let alone freaking out. Somehow, you were hypnotized, that seems obvious enough. Now you've been loaded into a van and are being taken somewhere, and you're betting it's not for an all-expenses-paid trip to Worldland. You also fight to repress a blush as you realize you're still half-naked... bastards. Still, you're betting they have methods for dealing with people that 'come out of it', and they might have a period in front and 'caliber' at the end, so you do your best to stay slumped in your seat like nothing has changed.\n\nEventually the van stops, the men in suits get out, and the door slides open. "Out and line up," one of them calls. Doing your best to imitate the shuffle of the others, you get out of the van and fall into a long shoulder-to-shoulder line in front of it. All of your willpower to not act out is put to the test as you see something big and black prowling along at the side of one of the men now... it looks roughly like a dog, but it's huge, coming up past his waist, its shoulders bulging and broad, its tail ratlike and probably at least half again as long as the rest of its body. Its eyes glow a milky green-white, like a cheep glow-in-the-dark shirt.\n\nIt looks like you're out in the middle of the woods, with the only structure around a long, squat cement building directly in front of you, no windows or lights in evidence. One of the men in suits eyeballs the line. "Buncha punk kids, mostly."\n\n"Yeah, but this one's the kind of punk I like," the other says, grinning as he stops in front of you. "Hey, these are all meant to go to processing anyway, right?"\n\n"Far as I know." The first heaves a sigh. "So, go ahead, just don't take forever, okay?"\n\n"Nah, won't take long, not with watching that cute blue hair bob on me." The one in front of you undoes his fly and fishes out a rather impressively-sized cock, wobbling in pudding-firm fashion as he gives it a little shake at you. "Get down on your knees, girl, and suck my cock."\n\n<hr>\n[[You've gotta keep up the charade, so do it.|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Take this as your chance to escape.|GGDS1x1]]

There has to be someone who can explain what's going on! You carefully edge back out into the hall and hurry along, trying to muffle the squeaks of your sneakers on the floor as much as you can.\n\nYou make your way down several more hallways, until you spot someone familiar-looking, at least by their clothes. Tara! Though she's bent over and has her head inside an open panel on the wall, you can make out her body shape. She's dressed almost identically, though now her top and pants are made out of something that looks kind of like rubber but apparently fits and moves like spandex (with the black pants doing, admittedly, even more for her fantastic butt than the jeans did). Her jacket looks a bit flashier too, with glowing silver clasps up the front and various little panels on it as well. "Tara!" you hiss as you go running over.\n\nYou almost yelp as she withdraws from the panel and looks over at you. She still looks like her, alright, but you catch a glimpse of pointed ears, and her eyes are now solid blue and glowing faintly. "Oh, good. Here, kid," she says, taking your hand and plopping a half-dozen or so little translucent orange items with one grimy metal side each on them. "Get a wire brush out of my bag and clean those off."\n\n"... Uh." Train of thought thoroughly derailed by how matter-of-fact she is about it, you look down and around, quickly spotting what looks a bit like a doctor's bag open on the ground. You rummage in it and come up with a broad brush with stiff bristles, holding it up. "... This one?"\n\nShe lifts her head briefly from the panel and glances down. "Yeah, that one's fine, just get as much of that crap off them as you can."\n\n"... 'Kay." You settle down to sit on the floor, setting most of the chips to one side of you and holding one as you begin scouring at it with the brush.\n\nSeveral times other strange people pass, some with clown-like makeup(?) on their faces, others resembling animal-people like the others you saw, and a good assortment with just slightly alien features. Several do give you sharp looks, but apparently at noticing you're working with one of their own they pass on by without incident. Eventually Tara reaches a hand down and makes a 'gimme' gesture with her fingers along with a grunt, and you hurry to scrub up the last chip before depositing them back in her hand. She fiddles with the inside of the panel, then draws back and swings it closed. "There." She reaches up to press on the little circus tent shaped pin on her jacket's collar, a few notes of the familiar 'circus song' playing. "Relay 1D9 back online."\n\n<i>"Got it, thanks Tara,"</i> chirps a voice in response, before the sad trombone noise plays.\n\n"Whassup, kid, you look pale. You not get breakfast yet or something?" Tara asks, resting her hands on her hips as she turns towards you fully.\n\n"Uh... no."\n\n"C'mon then, we'll grab some chow, still a lot of work to do," she says, proffering her hand.\n\n"... yeah okay." You accept her hand and let her pull you to your feet, falling in just behind her (and trying not to stare at her butt in those pants). "Uh... Tara, where are we?"\n\n"On our way to our next show in Alpha Centauri. Probably tour around there for a few weeks before making our next cruise, that one'll be a pain, lots and lots of space time."\n\n"... We're in space?" you echo faintly.\n\n"Mhm." She glances over at you, quirking her slender black eyebrows. "Congratulations, kid, you have run away to join the circus probably harder than any kid from your hometown ever thought possible. Lucky for me too, we're too shorthanded for me to have a gopher otherwise, and you're perfect for that until you get trained up enough to do anything else."\n\n"Uh." You try to think precisely what you want to say to that.\n\n<hr>\n[["But I wanna go home!"|StarCirc]]\n\n[["... Yeah okay."|StarCirc]]\n\n[["Do I have to be a gopher?"|StarCirc]]\n\n

"Or change"? Huh. Must be some variety unique to Japan. Maybe it's to say that if you don't like the question or the dare you're given, you're free to say 'Change' and switch to the other one. Still, a game of Truth or Dare is always a fun possibility, so you head over to room 204, with its heavily rune-decorated posterboard sign. Not sure of the etiquette here, since the door is closed, you go ahead and knock rather than just barging in.\n\nA few seconds later, the door opens and you're hit in the face by a wave of smoke that you can't help but cough a bit at. However, since it's spicy rather than sweet, you think it must be incense (at least, mostly incense). Of course then you're distracted by the girl who leans out of the doorway to look at you. She seems like she might be a bit older than you, her black hair short and rather disheveled, falling over one eye... but the other is a brilliant blue color. Of course you're somewhat distracted from her face by the fact that her chest is, well, immense... and she's wearing some sort of sleeveless, backless sweater-dress that leaves the sides of those large mammaries uncovered. In fact, if it weren't for your eyes watering a little from the incense smoke, you're fairly certain you'd be able to see a bit of rosy areola on one.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/hOh8sRB.jpg>\n\n"Ohhhhhhh! Good good, we were just about to get started on the game proper!" she says, giving a soft 'kukukuku' laugh before adding, "We've just been messing around a bit, come in, come in."\n\n"Uh, thanks." Between the incense and how attractive she is (even if her manner's a little offputting), you can't really pass up that invitation and step into the room. It looks like a large office area, but the furniture has pretty much all been cleared out. There are a number of people sitting on the floor in a circle, and the lights are out... the dim illumination is provided entirely by candles and little glowing crystal balls on stands. With the low light and the incense haze, it's difficult to really pick out the other people in here, but you get the sense that most of them are attractive weirdos like your apparent host. "Um, I'm Austin."\n\n"My name's Saiko," she chirps, making you do a bit of a double-take before you recall different language standards. "I'm the organizer of this event, and the head of the Unofficial Occult Club."\n\n"Oh, yeah, I noticed that," you answer, trying to make chit-chat rather than sitting down immediately, since you're not entirely sure you want to stay, big-boobed hottie organizer or not. "Your club said 'Unofficial', the others didn't."\n\n"This college allows and endorses clubs, but only ones that are directly related to one or more of the courses they offer here," Saiko explains with a little flick of her hand. "And while there's one parapsychology class, that's not technically 'occult'. So, I have to hold my meetings off school grounds and I don't get any funding or acknowledgement. Such is life," she says in a resigned tone, shrugging dramatically (and making her boobs shake enough that you're definitely sure you'd have seen some nipple if it weren't so dim in here). "But! We still get to have this fun game!" she continues with another soft 'kukuku' as she heads back to one of the gaps in the circle. "We've already done the rituals, and received the blessing of the Lantern King," she continues, pointing to the center of the circle where there is indeed some sort of magical circle etched on the floor, with a brass lantern in the center with a black candle flickering inside it. "And we're ready to play!"\n\n"Uh... huh." You blink slowly once, still hesitating about moving to the other gap in the circle. "Er, just to check... I'm really only familiar with 'Truth or Dare'."\n\n"Oh, it's quite simple. If you're called upon, you choose 'Truth, Dare, or Change'. If you choose Truth or Dare but refuse to obey, then the Lantern King will choose 'Change' for you. But you should know, he hates cowards," she adds with another of her odd laughs. "So instead of the person whose turn it is picking your Change, the Lantern King will... and it will probably be worse than if you'd just chosen it in the first place. So!" She gestures to the spot across from hers, every head in the room turned towards you expectantly. "Have a seat, and let's begin!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Alright.|AusJP2x4]]\n\n[[No thanks.|AusJP]]

"I'm gonna hafta start adapting to this place at some point in the next three years, right?" you note with a shrug. "And if I'm gonna spend three years in a military academy, I kind of want to enjoy at least these three days on my own."\n\n"I suppose I can understand that. Here," she says, slipping a card out of her pocket and offering it to you. At your hesitation, she pushes it a bit further forward you. "Please, it's not much, but it should be enough to get a simple sleep pod for each night, some food, and a transport to the Academy."\n\n"Thanks, Edwina," you murmur, smiling at her as you take the card. "I appreciate it."\n\n"Please take care of yourself. And please make sure to show up as ordered," she adds. "If not, you'll become a fugitive, and I doubt either of us wants that on our record." With that, she turns and makes her way out through the doors.\n\nAnd so you're left standing there, free... on an alien planet. You glance around, pondering what to do and whether to follow after her, then notice that there's what looks like an elevator labeled 'Main Lift'. You press the button and step inside when the doors slide open, noticing there's no visible control panel. "Um... lobby?" you say aloud, relaxing a little as the doors slide closed and there's a faint hum of movement. Soon the doors slide open, revealing a largeish area that looks like a slightly more polished and metallic version of every new-ish government building you've ever been in. There's not a ton of hustle and bustle... you suppose that since it's a military court building it's probably not as busy as the usual. You glance around, feeling mildly nervous at the sight of the guards, but they simply glance briefly at you then seem to dismiss you from their minds. But after a moment you also spot a plastic bin labeled 'Lost and Found'. (You're surprised you can read it... but relieved too.) Remembering that you're not exactly dressed to pass, you sidle over to it, hesitating and glancing at the nearest guard again.\n\n"It's fine, most of that crap's been there for years," she murmurs out of the corner of her mouth without really looking at you.\n\nGiving her a grateful smile, you sort through the surprising number of items and clothing that have been turned in. (You don't quite want to think why people have lost their pants in the court building, but you're going to assume it was for innocent changing clothes reasons since you want to wear a pair of them.) Hefting up a small armful of your finds, you carry them into the bathroom, and emerge a few minutes later no longer looking like a convict. You found a pair of pants made of what seems like the same sort of patterned and stretchy-adhering black rubber stuff the now much-lamented suit was made of, and which do a similar job of making your butt and legs look good, a pair of extremely battered and dirty but still auto-adjusting strapped boots, and a blue and white motorcycle style jacket, as well as the same tanktop since you couldn't find a shirt you liked. Dumping the orange pants back into the lost and found, you give the guard another grateful smile and a little wave before heading out the front doors.\n\nIt's a little like being in downtown, if there were a really huge nerd convention with a ton of cosplay happening, just that here a lot of the aliens are wearing business suits. The urban din is really similar too, just with a lot of different sort of hums and buzzing and thrums added in. Trying not to wade out into the flow of foot traffic yet, you glance up, seeing that the city apparently has "levels", the buildings tall and many of them with large balconies jutting out from parts of them, flight traffic generally sticking on the same level as the larger of the balconies. Shrugging a little, you slip onto the sidewalk and just start walking along... no one's really giving you any second looks, and once or twice you even think you spot another human, but they're gone in the crowd too quickly to tell.\n\nSo. You have three days of freedom on an alien world before you have to show up for Alien West Point or Starfleet Academy or whatever. What to do with it? Well you could just [[hang out|GGSR]], try to wander around and see the sights, which for you is just about everything since it's an alien world. You glance aside as a particularly attractive and scantily-clad alien saunters past... you could also try to [[hook up|GGSR]], you guess, maybe 'I'm shipping out tomorrow' works as a pickup line here too. Which makes you realize, there were several mentions that on Earth you might have been considered still a child, but it sounds like here you're considered an adult... well, certainly adult enough to stand trial and to join a branch of the military. That means you could do adult things like [[go to a bar|GGSR13x1]] or [[get some body art|GGSR12x3]]... heh, how'd that be for a tattoo story, 'Oh this? Just decided to get it one day. On an <i>alien world</i>.' \n\nAnd you can't really avoid thinking it... you could also [[run|GGSR]]. Do your best to disappear, flee the planet, get three days head start on being labeled a fugitive. Even if you couldn't get back to Earth within three years that way, part of you can't help but feel that's better than having the decision made for you by a bunch of crotchety old cyborgs.

Heck yeah, surely there's enough on the card Edwina gave you to get a small tattoo... ooo, or maybe those nipple rings you've always wanted! Of course you doubt you're going to find a body art joint in the nice area of town a few blocks from a military courthouse, so you have to wander for awhile. Eventually the crowds walking the sidewalks thin out, and the people lingering around start looking a bit tougher and/or sketchier as well as alien. You keep your back straight and an easy look on your face, projecting your best 'I belong' demeanor as you go along. You're starting to see more tattoos and piercings on people which is certainly a good sign, although some of it's pretty intimidating... like the big group of guys on a stoop who look like humanoid dinosaurs, dressed in stylish but obviously rather 'punk' clothes, various piercings adorning their faces and muzzles, as well as tattoos... you admit, several of them share an extremely badass tattooo design, something kind of like a roaring T-rex head surrounded by thorny flames. There's several female (or at least very female-appearing) aliens on a streetcorner, and you can't help but assume their profession from their scanty mode of dress (in fact one of them's wearing nothing at all, showing off her own body piercings). Several of them have really neat-looking tiger stripe pattern tattoos... you're fairly certain they're tattoos and not natural coloring, anyway, since some of the ones who have them are obviously different species. It's a really awesome tattoo job, and you'd worry about sending the wrong signal considering the profession that apparently prefers it, but now that you think about it, you saw a handful of normally-dressed people with similar stripes back in the nicer part of town, so it should be fine.\n\nEventually you spot a neon sign reading 'Kormin's Body Art'. Simple enough name, huh? Painted on the window below the sign is: 'Piercing - Tattoos - Elective Prosthetics - Body Mods | All work guaranteed: NO MALFUNCTION, NO INFECTION, NO NEURAL DECAY' Well, that's... simultaneously reassuring and horrifying. Still, there are some pictures of presumably their work in the menu, and it looks clean enough. The door slides open as you touch it, and you walk into the obvious showroom area, glancing around at the cases of jewelry. A second later another door slides open and a big, paunchy guy in a bandanna, sunglasses, and some sort of breathing mask, with dark purple skin and tentacles wriggling from behind his back, wearing a black tanktop and camo pants, steps out. "'Ey. 'Elp ya?" he asks.\n\n"Well, I was thinking I definitely want to get some piercings," you say, glancing at the tray. "Aaaand..."\n\n<hr>\n[[A T-rex tattoo.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Tiger stripes.|GGSR]]\n\n[[A prosthetic.|GGSR]]\n\n[["Just fuck me up, fam."|GGSR]]

You can't help but wonder if this is all connected to what happened yesterday, so maybe Kevin has some sort of insight or explanation he's texting about. You squirm a little, trying to focus as your mother continues to fondle you while you unlock your phone and pop up the text app.\n\n'dude you won't believe what's happening'\n\nSo maybe something weird is going on with him? However, before you can even ask what, another text comes in from him, this one a picture... a picture that makes your eyes widen. It's Kevin's mother and sister, his mother with her mouth halfway down a large cock, lips exaggerated some as she sucks, and his sister a bit lower down, sucking on one of a pair of large balls, both of them looking up and directly into the camera. Your cock throbs in its denim prison... moments before it's released, your mother actually freeing you right there at the breakfast table and starting to stroke you out of sight beneath it.\n\nYou toss a half-panicked look at her (she's calmly eating her own breakfast with one hand), then at the newspaper wall hiding your father, then back down at the picture on your phone. You're not sure if this is the hottest or the most insane thing you could imagine... probably both. While you're trying to get your thoughts under control, Kevin keeps sending more texts.\n\n'they can't leave me alone'\n\n'I fucked them both twice and they're still begging for more'\n\n'my cock doesn't quit either holy shit'\n\n'you got anything like this going?'\n\nWell... yeah, though not quite to that extent. Kevin's father must have already left for the day, yours is still sitting there... unaware of his wife giving his son a handjob a few feet away. You squirm some more and suppress a moan as your mother gives your cock a little squeeze. Trying to refocus on the messages, you consider what to do.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be vague.|QOKevPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Send a picture back.|QOKevPlaceholder]]

Admittedly, you do like a good party game... especially the kind that bored and horny college students can get up to. And you're kind of curious as to how this particular crowd rolls... they're basically two different cultures from you at once, one being Japanese and the other being the social/scholarly elite. You wander towards what looks like a stairwell and head up, and through a door marked with a prinout reading '2 - Party Games'. It also has smaller text reading 'Please remember that all rules must be followed. Entering a game room means you have already agreed to follow the rules.' Wow, they're kind of hung up on that whole thing, aren't they?\n\nYou emerge into an incredibly normal-seeming hallway. It's perhaps wider than average for an office building, and there are a few benches and chairs, one or two of which are host to a few partygoers who are either chatting with each other or resting, apparently taking advantage of the quiet separation from downstairs. You see that the doors each have signs, either of printouts or posterboard or in a few cases actual little wooden signs, describing what each of them has. There's also a directory near the stairwell door, done in a bunch of different handwriting, so apparently people just added their own event on as they got here. Let's see...\n\n[[Office 201|AusJP]] - Shots Roulette - Joint hosted by the Brewer's Club and Chemistry Club\n\n[[Office 202|AusJP]] - Anime Adventure Night - Hosted by the Animation Club\n\n[[Office 203|AusJP]] - Amateur Acting Exercises - Hosted by the AV Club\n\n[[Office 204|AusJP2x3]] - Truth, Dare, or Change - Hosted by the Unofficial Occult Club\n\n[[Office 205|AusJP]] - King's Game - Hosted by the Debate Club\n\n[[Office 206|AusJP]] - Girl Hunting - Joint hosted by the Philosophy Club and the Outdoor Activities Club

So wait, is that... Final Fantasy 7:30? Or... ohhhhh.\n\nWell, the game's a little old-school by your accounting, but hey, why not take a look at what it's like? Should be a fairly safe place to hang out until the coast is clear, or... however it works. In any event they probably won't look for you here. You fly up to the front of the tower and experimentally lay a hand flat against it.\n\nYou're instantly standing in a plain little grey room, with floating text over one wall reading "DEBUG CHARGEN". Chargen...? Oh, right, character generation. Feeling an odd sense of deja vu, you walk over to the wall and examine the screens for your options.\n\n<b>[[Main Character|FF7XMain]]</b> - Apparently the default main character. Wouldn't that be Cloud? Well, maybe not, if this is some pervy fanboy's new project.\n\n<b>[[Main Character - Debug Version|FF7X2x1]]</b> - Going by that logic, this must be some superpowered version of whatever main character it's got programmed. It probably has enhanced stats and access to special commands, stuff like that.\n\n<b>[[Inhabit an NPC|FF7X3x1]]</b> - And that probably lets you inhabit one of the "canon" characters. You guess there must be some demand to play <i>as</i> one of them instead of just <i>with</i> them.

Last night was a lot of fun... and you can think of a lot more fun to have, without needing to involve anyone else. (Well. For now.) Letting such thoughts percolate in your head, you head into the bathroom to take a shower.\n\nYou spend the rest of the morning checking in on various things and making sure everything will be fine without you if you wind up indulging for more than one night. Then you spend the afternoon shopping. It's a little embarrassing going into adult shops... you've been in before and managed it with a modicum of casualness, but then you've never been in there to buy bi (and gay) porn and things obviously meant to stick up your ass before. Of course the people behind the counter handle it with the aplomb you'd expect... though you notice one cute redheaded woman's nipples stiffen as she bags your purchases. Well, some girls are into thinking about that, you suppose.\n\nIn any event, it's evening by the time you get home. You set out the stuff in your bedroom (and do a little bit of preemptive washing and cleaning of it), then force yourself to take your time and eat dinner. Though the entire time, your cock is stiff thinking about the wicked evening you're going to have. Eventually you head to your bedroom, showering and drying off, before yet again donning the 'Meido Honor' costume.\n\nThis time you're able to pay attention to the changes as they happen by watching them. Your legs actually start to become more slender and feminine as the panties slide up them, your hips taking on a sleek curve and your ass perking up to turn pert and cute as the fabric settles against it, the outline of your cock visibly shifting below the striped fabric and the hints of hair visible around the crotch of the panties disappearing. Your arms, chest, and waist are already similarly growing more slender as you pull the dress on, but your height doesn't begin to decrease until you actually begin tying on the apron, the world getting a little bigger. You watch your hands become more feminine as well as they're pulling up your stockings, and you step into the bathroom to settle the wig into place so you can watch the shape of your face change, lips shifting to become soft and pink and inviting, eyes becoming wide and changing color, lending to the vibrant, young, adorable look of the whole.\n\n"Well, here we go again!" you chirp, giggling a little and padding back into the bedroom, since the shoes don't actually seem to be necessary.\n\nSince if the costume gets damaged or lost you'll be stuck this way, you decide to go ahead and undress completely and put it in its new, sturdier (fireproof) box and set it in the closet. You pose briefly in front of the mirror, blushing at your sleek, pretty body and equally sleek, pretty cock jutting out from it. A bit more posing and you turn to the array of laid-out sex toys. You maaaay have gone a little overboard, you admit, but you were excited. There's definitely a lot of different things to try... sleeves, plugs, beads, dildos. And of course, there's the most important purchase...\n\n<hr>\n[[... a high-end camera.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[... "Shadowfax".|BuddyOct16x2]]

So, not quite. Once Katrina drops you off at home and practically peels out of the driveway, she sets her revenge plan in motion. You're never exactly sure of the full details of it... no one will straight-out tell you what happened... but eventually it comes out that you were the one who told her, and that you were (supposedly) involved in her scheme for revenge against your brother. Of course, you try to explain things to your parents, and they believe you... sort of. They're not quite willing to absolve Will and condemn you... but they don't seem quite willing to absolve you and condemn him, either.\n\nInstead, everything just becomes strained. There's a palpable tension around the house pretty much every day. It's not exactly made any better by Will never being around anymore... if anything it's worse, as your parents obviously blame you for him 'abandoning' the family, even if they won't come right out and say that they do. After high school, you apply exclusively for colleges that are a long distance away, and the sense of relief in the house when you get into one that's practically on the other side of the country is both refreshing and heartbreaking.\n\nYou never hear about Katrina again. Your family becomes virtual strangers you basically only see every other Christmas... but you resign yourself to that. You suppose it's not that odd after all. You build a life for yourself, and mostly manage to move beyond the events of that year as you build your own career and family far, far from Deviville.\n\nBut every so often, when you can't sleep, you get up and pour yourself a glass of whiskey, and sit and think about that one weekend when you were fifteen that sent your life in a whole different direction.\n\n<b>Jamie's Cheating Brother</b> end - <i>Rejected proposal</i>

"Let's start with both of you stripping down," you suggest, grinning as you give your cock a few light strokes.\n\nMother and son glance at each other briefly, before they begin to do just that, Darian somewhat more hesitantly. Kelly's manner is a little more practiced... oho, is this not the first time she's had to get her son out of a jam this way? you think as she shrugs out of her jacket and reaches for the zipper of her bodysuit. Her breasts press the snug fabric outward as she slides the zipper all the way down to her crotch, then spill free as she takes hold of the front and pulls it open.\n\nDarian has also gotten out of his jacket and shirt (he's not a lot less pale than the facepaint he's using, really), and as the two get undressed you're amused as they both simultaneously try not to look at each other but can't quite keep themselves from glancing at one another's increasingly naked bodies, or at your stiffening prick. Fairly shortly, both are standing naked in front of you, Kelly with her big tits and round hips, Darian embarrassedly resting his hands over his half-hard cock. Kelly's still wearing her devil horns and Darian his face paint and fangs... buuuut that works fine for you!\n\n"Alright, Kelly, now... why don't you teach your son how to suck a cock?" you suggest, moving your hand back to rest on the bed and spreading your legs wide, proffering better access to your shaft and balls. "Seems like it might be a skill he'll need in life, hm?"\n\nThat makes both of them blush anew... but Kelly fairly quickly walks over and settles to her knees between your legs, scooting over to leave plenty of room at her side.\n\n"M-Mom, do I really have t-"\n\n"He's not wrong, dear," she says with a sigh. "So, since this is what it takes, may as well do it right." She watches her son as he slowly steps over and sinks to his knees beside her. "Alright, now. ..." She hesitates briefly, before clearing her throat and saying, "The best way I've found to begin is to place your fingers lightly along the top of the shaft, like this, and then drag your tongue from the very base of it, just above the ba-... testi-... ... from the very base of it up to the tip." Matching action to word, she leans in, her tongue pressing right to the root of your pole, the tip of the wet, pliable digit brushing against your balls before she moves upward slowly, letting her tongue stroke upward right until it slides along the indentation in the underside of your cockhead. As opening moves go, it's definitely close to the top of your list at the moment. Kelly's eyes half-close as she does it, before she looks mildly embarrassed as she glances aside at Darian, slipping her hand away. "... Now you try."\n\nFidgeting and trembling a little, Darian hesitantly raises his hand, placing his fingertips a bit more awkwardly than Kelly did, his thumb brushing over your cock as he does and almost making him jerk away. He leans his head in, and slowly sticks his tongue out, obviously not really wanting to touch your cock with it... but at a light nudge from Kelly on his back, does. His tongue slowly, shakingly traces the same path his mother's took up your cock, even more slowly than hers did, giving you plenty of time to enjoy the hot, wet press of it on your sensitive flesh. "That's right, dear, now just... do it again, they don't all have to be from root-to-tip, just start doing those nice, slow licks all over." Kelly leans in to move her tongue over one side of your shaft, Darian awkwardly shifting over to the other side, both of them starting to lick you. Eventually Kelly murmurs, "Then, you want to start... kissing it... open your mouth a bit wider than you might, and make contact with your tongue first. Suck a bit as you bring your lips together."\n\nKelly begins doing what she described with a smooth, practiced demeanor, moving up and down your cock and around it, with Darian following her instructions, awkwardly at first, but slowly apparently learning from her example. You're actually a little surprised at just how fast his sucking, licking kisses over your prick start feeling almost identical to hers. Kelly continues giving Darian advice in between her own attentions to you... telling him the best way to tongue-wash your balls, how to suck them and work them inside his mouth, how to tease the root of your shaft with his tongue and lips. Mother and son both work together dilligently sucking your cock, Kelly advising the teen more and more smoothly. At first whenever their lips or even their tongues bump together in the process they actually jerk apart a little, returning to their oral administrations on opposite sides. But bit by bit, they seem to become used to it, and soon parent and child's tongues are sliding across each other in the paths of licking and kissing your prick. And maybe it's just your imagination, but it also seems like Darian's gradually losing his trepidation and getting more into it... or maybe that's just how good it feels to have his mouth wrapped around your cockhead, his head bobbing, one of his mother's hands resting gently on the back of his head, watching your shaft slide back and forth past her son's lips with her eyes half-lidded and lips lightly parted. She looks up at you, her voice a little husky as she murmurs, "Do you want him to deepthroat you?"\n\nAt your nod, Kelly leans in, murmuring in Darian's ear, "Alright, sweetheart, just relax your throat and neck some, let Mommy help you take more of his cock..." Darian's head stops moving briefly, before he gives a tiny nod, making your cock rub more against the roof of his mouth and tongue. He wiggles a little in front of you as he shifts his position slightly, allowing his mother to entirely guide his motions over your cock with her hand. "That's right... it's okay when you feel it nudging the back of your throat, baby... just let it in... theeere you go," Kelly murmurs as she nudges him a bit further down, your cockhead actually spreading her son's throat open and sliding inside, the tight passage gripping around you. "Watch your breathing, match it as you come back up, just a biiit further down this time... just keeeeep at it darling..." You're almost certain of the aroused heat in her eyes as she helps her (previously?) straight son to deepthroat you, but you're definitely certain of the little proud smile on her lips as his own press around the root of your shaft. "Theeere we go, now come on up." She guides him in pulling up and off, the boy gasping loudly as your cock slides out of his throat and mouth, a line of mingled spit and pre briefly connecting his lower lip and the tip of your prick. "Don't worry, baby, it gets easier. See?" Kelly murmurs, before leaning forward and sliding her own bright red-painted lips over your cockhead. Her felt horns almost brush your stomach as she moves, but it only takes her a few quick, smooth bobs of her head before she's deep-throating you, far more skillfully than Darian did obviously. You let out a moan at the things her tongue is doing, before she pulls her head up. "It's all about practice, honey... here, go again," she urges, pushing Darian forward and back onto your cock.\n\nMother and son take turns deep-throating you, Darian's inexperienced throat and tongue squeezing and stroking against you, gradually showing some of his mother's apparently natural talent at cocksucking that you're treated to when she's the one sucking and deepthroating you. The one not working their mouth and throat over your prick soon turns to sucking and washing your balls, both of them finally looking up at you, perfectly matched eyes watching your face as mother and son switch off duties facefucking themselves on your prick and orally worshiping your ballsack. \n\nFinally you can't take anymore, your voice breathy as you murmur, "Jerk me off on his face. I wanna see my cum all over his face."\n\nThere's no hesitation this time as Kelly nudges Darian to pull himself off of your cock, her red-nailed fingers wrapping around your shaft and starting to stroke you, pumping your prick quickly. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, baby, he'll wanna see you get some of his cum in your mouth," Kelly murmurs to her son, who sheepishly tilts his head back and does as ordered, pink tongue lolling over his chin as his own painted lips part. You let out a moan and start to cum, your cock twitching in Kelly's hand as you fire off long ropes of thick jizz, the mature woman stroking and moving you to insure you paint her son's face thoroughly with your seed, indeed making sure he gets fed several large splashes of it. "Swallow," she murmurs once you've apparently finished, Darian obediently closing his lips as his throat visibly works. Apparently without even thinking about it, Kelly leans in, tongue flicking over the teen's face as she cleans some of your cum off of her offspring. \n\nThis was definitely a great start. Now it's time to...\n\n<hr>\n[[... fuck Kelly.|BuddyPunk]]\n\n[[... fuck Darian.|BuddyPunk4x7]]

Rather than answer, you simply tap your comm badge again to end the connection. You gesture the female security officer to the helm, then settle into the captain's chair more fully. You glance aside as Dr. Fukher sits down in the First Officer's chair.\n\n"What are you going to do?" she asks quietly, probably in part to keep her voice from shaking.\n\nIt's a good question. You've learned that you can pretty much fanwank and bullshit your way through almost any situation you come across in this setting... the question is, are you creative enough with the bullshit to overcome such a vastly superior foe?\n\n"Your orders?" the security officer at the helm asks.\n\n<hr>\n[[All-out assault.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[The Picard Maneuver.|TrekF2x12]]\n\n[[Evasive maneuvers.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Ramming speed.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

Hm. It might be best to bring Hinako over and approach her about this herself. You get along well enough with her mother, but there's a lot of potential complications there. Besides, you have several ideas on how you could smooth this out, ranging from simple ways to present your argument to some of your husband's old things from the basement. You'll need a day or so to get ready, but Hinako will still be there tomorrow.\n\nThe next day, once you've shooed Ken out of the house, you call up Hinako's mother and make up some excuse as to why you need the girl's help with something around the house. You're amazed that even the doorbell ringing somehow manages to sound shy, but when you open it there the girl is, already squirming a little under your gaze as if she were a bug under a microscope. "H-hi, Nyugyu-san," she murmurs, raising a hand just a little bit. She's very pretty, and reminds you of yourself at her age, right down to the haircut (though hers is purple), and the round hips, big butt, and D-cups, though she's tried to hide all three with baggy blue jeans and a dark purple t-shirt. After she takes off her shoes in the entryway, her pale grey eyes dart around nervously as you show her inside, as if worried people were going to leap out and start stuffing her with apples before roasting her.\n\n'This girl really needs to relax,' you can't help but think as you gesture for her to take a seat on the couch. "Thank you for coming over, Hinako, I appreciate it."\n\n"I-it's fine. U-um, but, I don't... know what you need my help with?" she points out, almost wincing as if afraid of sounding too forward.\n\nAlright, how to proceed?\n\n<hr>\n[[Explain your intentions.|Marei]]\n\n[[Try to loosen her up first.|Marei]]\n\n[[Use some 'audio stimulation'.|Marei5x2]]

Considering the two armed Drow ninjas or whatever they are with a tight grip on you and that you're in the middle of this guy's home, you decide that maybe honesty is the best policy. Leaving out only that you're not from this world, you take a deep breath and tell your tale starting from last night.\n\n"So, to summarize," Alrid says once you're done, picking up his glass again. "You were low on funds and decided to rob this house. Discovering no one at home, you also decided to have a meal and a night's sleep. You were awoken by that too-long-milkfed fool Lord Huron who said the treaty would fall through if you didn't negotiate for us immediately, which you could do because you tried to claim to be my daughter. You then..." He quirks a slender silver eyebrow. "Negotiated in good faith on behalf of my people and actually got a decent, equitable deal out of them."\n\n"I mean... pretty much, yeah," you answer, shrugging as much as the guards' grip on your arms will allow.\n\nAlrid looks at you for long moments, his face nearly as unreadable as the masks of his servants. Then he flicks a hand, and your arms are released, the guards stepping back and sheathing their swords. "Offering them a 'little' silk was actually a fairly canny move," he says slowly. "We do not generally allow it out at all, but with the actual amount of it left vague, we can keep it to a spare few bolts, spread out here and there across the Empire. The rarity will allow us to demand an even higher price." He stands up and saunters over, leaning in to look at you. "I will admit that I am pleased. It's a deal that I would not have even thought to make myself due to our policies, but that I will be able to sell back home easily enough. It does rather blunt the edge of my anger about the intrusion and lies. Still, I wonder... what to do with you, Cyan, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[He should let you go.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[He should reward you.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[You should keep up the charade.|GGRogue15x10]]

"We'll use the Picard Maneuver," you announce, feeling a little swell of excitement. You're going to use one of the most iconic (if oddly useless-seeming, the way it was used in the show) maneuvers in Star Trek.\n\n"The... what, sir?" the security officer asks, looking rather blank.\n\nYou resist the urge to sigh. Right, right... here, if anything, it'd probably be called the Dickhard Maneuver. And it would probably more closely resemble ramming than anything else, considering. Swallowing your annoyance, you explain, "We'll go to maximum warp for an extremely short distance, moving us from in front of the <i>Dominance</i> to behind it. If we do it correctly, we'll leave behind an image for a second or so that will still read as us. It should give us an opening to attack." You consider, then look at the security officer at tactical. "Open up the phaser power relays. We'll make it look like we're gunning the warp engines to provide power to them."\n\n"But sir, if we do that, the relays will overload when we go to warp!"\n\n"Phasers won't help us. Arm every photon torpedo this thing has got and fire them the moment we come out of warp behind them. Hopefully the damage we do will buy us time to escape and bring help for the <i>Venture</i>."\n\n"You're just going to <b>leave</b> them?!" Dr. Fukher snaps incredulously.\n\n"Thank you, Doctor, that will be all," you reply icily, making it clear the matter is not up for discussion. She scowls darkly, but settles back into her seat... though it looks like you probably just buried any chance for an amicable "examination" in the future.\n\nThe viewscreen changes to another, very similar ship to the abandoned one in orbit, albeit if anything even more sleek and deadly-looking, if a bit smaller. "Execute," you command once the officer at the helm informs you that you're ready. The viewscreen blurs like a tape on fast forward, the view of the Raptarran ship becoming one from above and to one side of the rear, just before flickering points of red light streak towards it and blossom into explosions along its hull.\n\n"We have several direct hull impacts! Their engines are offline!" the officer at tactical crows.\n\n"Set course for Earth, maximum warp, engage!" you call out. The view swings around to show stars, which almost immediately begin streaking towards you. You let out a breath, slumping into the chair.\n\n"Sir, that maneuver you had us do has placed a lot of stress on both the engines and the hull," the officer at the helm reports after a moment. "I'm not sure how long we can maintain this speed."\n\n"Can it hold out for at least an hour?"\n\n"I think so, sir."\n\n"That should give us an ample lead on them if they decide to pursue once they've got their engines repaired." You push yourself up out of the chair. "I'll be in the captain's ready room composing a message to Starbeat Command."\n\nOf course, you've barely sat down when Dr. Fukher storms in after you. "I can't believe you just left them!"\n\n"At least you're not arguing with me in front of the junior officers this time." Sighing, you tilt the chair back a little. "Doctor, this is a science vessel, and not a very new one. I'm frankly shocked it even had photon torpedoes aboard, let alone enough to damage a ship that relatively easily overcame the <i>Venture</i>. The best hope for our friends and colleagues is to bring more heavily armed ships to their aid."\n\n"But you just left them behind, like they were nothing!"\n\nYou pinch the bridge of your nose. You've had more practice at being professional in the last few months than in your entire life up to now, but you're finding it sorely pressed now. "I did what I had to do, for the safety of yourself and the crewmembers I had it at my disposal to protect."\n\n"But you <i>left</i> them!"\n\n"Jesus fuck, woman!" you snap, slamming your fist down on the desk and making her jump. Doctor Crusher always was aggravating in the show, and you're finding the porn equivalent not much improved. "Do you practice medicine like this?! If you try a medical technique and it doesn't work, do you stand there whining 'But it should have worked!' over and over while the patient bleeds out?! It's a wonder anyone on the <i>Venture</i> survived this long!" Pulling on the tatters of professionalism after that outburst, you mutter, "You're dismissed, Doctor," to her back as she whirls and rushes from the room.\n\nWell, that's not going to look good on your record. Actually, to hell with your record. This is all way too much for you. You never asked for this level of responsibility, you just had it dumped in your lap, a lap that <i>should have a dick in it</i>. When you get back to Earth, you're resigning your commission, and looking into whatever options the 24th century has for gender reassignment surgery. Let some other asshole rescue these people you barely know and get shouted at by idealistic doctors for it. Sighing, you begin to compile a report detailing what happened and your decisions to Starbeat Command.\n\nSome time later, the ship arrives in the Sol system, and you head out to the transporter room, the security officers flanking you. The door opens on an empty room, and the purple-skinned female blinks. "Sir, I informed Doctor Fukher that we'd be leaving now. She should have been here well ahead of us."\n\nOh great. It looks like Ms. 'You <i>left</i> them' is sulking like a child.\n\n<hr>\n[[She's an officer under your command, better go find her.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[No, fuck it, you're through, let her pout.|TrekF2x13]]

You think you can spin a tale to at least get him to leave, whoever he is. Thinking fast, you fling open the nearby wardrobe and find a set of black and red robes that will cover you practically to the floor, and a pair of slippers that readjust to fit your feet as you pull them on. Being naked beneath the robe... especially since it's made of the same wonderful spider silk as the sheets... is a little distracting, but other than being a little nipply it will do. (Heck that might even help, you never know.) You hurry downstairs, pausing in front of the door to compose yourself and your story. It's only as you're undoing the lock that you remember that in some editions, Drow equipment (like spider silk) dissolves in sunlight. Oh cr-!\n\nLuckily, as the early morning sun hits your robes, nothing happens other than you feeling slightly warmer... and then slightly cooler as a late fall breeze brushes across your front and turns your headlights into highbeams. The obvious nobleman does a double-take, you're not sure whether at your appearance or your <i>appearance</i>, before he scowls. "And just who are you?!"\n\n"I'm the envoy's new assistant," you reply in a courteous tone, giving a small bow. You have to take a guess, but from some of the things you saw in the bedroom... "He hired me to help with this particular assignment, since he thought I might blend in a bit better with surface folk."\n\nHe still looks dubious, eyeing you up and down... but then you are just brazenly standing there in the house wearing Drow clothing. "He... hired a half-elf?" the man says slowly, before making a bit of a face as if realizing that might be a bit of a faux pas despite it being an obvious question to ask.\n\n<hr>\n[["... Yup!"|GGRogue15x6]]\n\n[["Uhhhhh... SNEAK ATTACK!"|GGRogue]]

Just to be sure, you quiet your tread and slip through the downstairs, in the process finding the indoor greenhouse full of rather odd plants, the kitchen, what looks like a room for parties and a suite of rooms for servants, and through the hallways upstairs to listen and peek to make sure no one's actually at home. You get a good look at a lot of edgelord-y interior decorating, but confirm that no one's at home. Returning to the lower floor, you find a small slider a few feet below one of the light globes and move it up, bringing the lighting level up to something a bit more comfortable... the pale white glow is sort of like moonlight, doing slightly funny things to the colors, but at least now you can see properly.\n\nFirst, you decide to raid the fridge... and they do have a fridge, though it's more like just an artistically crafted metal box, with no sense of humming or motor, probably just a cold or stasis enchantment (or both). Whatever, it's cold inside and full of things like sausages and chicken that smell fresh, so you do a bit of cooking and make a sandwich using some sourdough-like bread you find. Your stomach full (and not bothering to clean up after yourself, at least not yet), you wander around the house some more, just taking a look at things and sort of enjoying the thrill of so freely walking around in a place you're not supposed to be at all. You eventually take a seat in the thronelike, spider-themed chair in the party room and just mull things over for awhile. Alright, you've got at least a temporary place to live, some funds if you can either find some hidden money in the house or sell some of the valuables, and probably at the least some backup weaponry and whatnot. There's quite a bit of food in the kitchen so there's that taken care of. So... what now?\n\n... The answer is, you're really not sure. You've proven your skills to yourself, certainly, but you're really not sure where to go from here. It always seems like in the stuff you've read, people have this plan ready to go, they get some immediate exposition that points them to what they need to do, or a way to go home. You have no idea if you're supposed to defeat the demon king or find a particular scroll or follow the adamantite road or whatever, you just got kind of dumped here. You don't feel a huge need to try and get home, considering that this place seems like it could be a lot of fun... but at the same time you're not quite sure how to point yourself in the direction of that fun. \n\nSighing and deciding you're simply too tired and "punch"-drunk to properly think this out tonight, you decide to get some sleep and consider the issue some more tomorrow. Finding what you assume are the diplomat's quarters, considering they're the most luxurious (with the biggest bed and an attached bathroom), you pull the covering sheet off of it to reveal that the bed's already made up properly, with silk sheets and a crimson comforter. Sweet. You pull off your boots and unlace your armor, setting them in a pile on the floor near the bed, and tucking your knife on the bedside table before crawling under the covers naked. Oh wow, this stuff feels <i>amazing</i>! Is this spider-silk? You squirm between the sheets, your movements turning rather sensuous at the feel of it soft and smooth and perfect running over your nude body. It's hard to call the sensation anything other than sexual, and soon a hand is sliding between your legs, the other coming up to cup one of your pert breasts, toying with the gleaming silver piercing as you moan softly and writhe about on the gloriously perfect bed, your hips bucking and jerking as your fingers slide inside your pussy and start to pump slowly, your ass brushing across the silk as much as you can get it to. You get yourself off twice before settling in to properly sleep, pleased with both your temporary home and your 'tryout' of your new body.\n\nYou're abruptly awakened by the sound of someone pounding on a door. Jerking upright, you stare around, seeing that you're still alone in the bedroom. The knocking comes again, obviously from downstairs. Noticing that the window of this room is just black rather than shuttered, you walk over and experimentally brush your fingers over a small orb mounted on the wall next to it. The opaque panes clear somewhat, turning merely tinted and allowing you to see out. There're a semi-decent view of the front door from here, showing you someone in rich garb and flanked by guards. There are more guards in the street outside around a large chariot. Uh... crap.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make a break for it!|GGRogue]]\n\n[[You can bluff your way through this.|GGRogue15x5]]

You suddenly realize you have the potential to screw over a lot of people here... not just the humans who have worked towards this, but the Drow. Maybe all the Drow. Now, fantasy setting standards would usually indicate Drow are evil... but you're still not sure you're quite ready to screw over tens of thousands of people, maybe more, just based on that. Doing your best to conceal a hard swallow, you instead force a grin. "Um, well, I'm not really a negotiator, but... the law's the law, so I'll do my best."\n\nHe looks noticeably relieved, nodding and stepping back to gesture you down the walk. Taking a deep breath, you step out and close the door after yourself, making your way down the walk with him and his guards falling into step behind you. It's about then that you really remember that there's nothing between your naked body and the entire outside world other than a very thin draping of red and black silk that, other than the sensuous soft brush against your skin, barely feels like it's there. Great, not only are you going to have to negotiate some sort of diplomatic or trade agreement, you're going to have to do it feeling like you're in the nude.\n\nStill, you try not to let on as you climb into the carriage and take your seat (though you're fairly certain the noble notices the way the robes fall against your ass as you're getting in, from the way his cheeks are red when he gets in as well). The door is closed and there's the slap of reins and the neigh of horses before you're jostling your way down the streets, both you and the well-dressed man trying to ignore the way your perky tits jiggle with the bumpy ride.\n\nSoon the carriage passes through the gates and moves up the palace drive, the palace itself mostly made of white stone, the front steps guarded by many, many, many guards in gleaming fullplate. You sit with a smile on your face and a long internal scream as the carriage pulls up in front and you do your best to get out in a graceful fashion and not think of how many of the guards might be staring behind their helmets at your tits and ass through the thin silk of the robe. Instead you just follow the well-dressed man up the steps and along several richly-appointed hallways... oh yeah, everything in here, including the water pitchers stationed occasionally on small tables against the wall, looks like it could sell for enough to buy a suit of armor... maybe not quite as nice as the ones outside but still. You almost wish you'd decided to rob this place instead, but quickly shy away from that, worried that if you even think like that too loudly they might catch you. \n\nYou're shown into a long, somewhat more understated room that's mostly just big enough for the long dark wood table in the middle, apparently with the idea that there shouldn't be too many distractions. Humans of various ages and opulence of dress are sitting arranged around it, all of them eyeing you suspiciously as the noble who came with you pulls your chair (at one end of the table) out for you. "This is Duke Alrid's daughter," he says formally, giving the rest a glower when they make much the same face that he did. They quickly fall into line, and he moves to the other end of the table. "She will therefore, hopefully, be granting final approval to the terms of this treaty between our people. Ah, forgive my earlier rudeness in my rush, I am Lord Huron, and these people are our various council ministers, you'll excuse me if I don't introduce them all but we are, after all, pressed for time."\n\n"Of course," you reply calmly, keeping your eyes from showing white all the way around with a distinct effort.\n\n"Now, when last we spoke, Duke Alrid had agreed to all of the most minor trade agreements of things like grain, wine, and minor magical items, and to the terms of further diplomatic contact. However he was called back to his homeland below before we could finalize the diplomatic issues we'd discussed."\n\nA broad-shouldered man with a well-trimmed beard says, "We have conceded that any Imperial citizen who enters your Queen's territory and commits acts of aggression shall be considered to be trespassing and yours to deal with as you see fit... anyone who goes down so far should be well aware of the risks and what they are doing. As long as you do not attack them preemptively and give them a chance to interact peacefully. However, in return, you must agree to stop <i>all</i> incursion into the surface world. No more raiding parties, no more slavers, only coming to the surface after seeking permission and being granted it. If you agree to this, I believe we can consider this treaty firm enough to make revisions to it next year, when the Emperor will be through again."\n\nYou can almost feel your ears perk. This is what they want? Heck, you could get out of all this by agreeing, and sticking it to the Drow at the same time! ... The Drow... you've decided to represent. Without their permission. A little twinge of guilt hits you at the idea, despite your preconceptions. What to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the terms.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[Negotiate the terms.|GGRogue15x8]]

Wait, you think you've heard of this. Isn't it called, like... "chuunibyou"? Where people who are too old for it still play pretend? Saiko seems particularly old for it, but you guess when you've got tits that amazing people will let you get away with a lot. As demonstrated by the fact that you answer "Sure" and walk over, settling into the other gap in the circle and folding your legs. \n\n"Alright then, the rules are simple," Saiko explains as she sits down as well, the skirt portion of her sweater riding up almost enough to show everything, but the shadowy nature of the room still obscuring it. "Whoever's 'It' picks out someone to ask Truth, Dare, or Change. Once that's done playing out, the person who was picked is now 'It'. No picking the person who picked you, no doubling up of questions, dares, or changes within three rounds. If you do something that causes the party you pick to not be able to take that turn, as a penalty you have to join them. You have to stay and play until you've been picked three times. If you want to leave after that, or after your turn at being 'It', that's fine. Now!" Her odd little grin curls upward into something more befitting the phonetic meaning of her name. "I'm going to claim my privilege as the organizer and be 'It' first. And since he was the last to arrive, and he's new to our school, let's all get to know Austin a little better! Austin, Truth, Dare, or Change?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Truth.|AusJP]]\n\n[[Dare.|AusJP]]\n\n[[Change.|AusJP2x5]]

Well, you're now a sneaky mcsneakpants, clearly. And the obvious thing to do with that is pull off a bit of a heist! Especially since other than the money in the purse you lifted, you don't have a coin to your name. You have no idea how much lodgings cost, but with only a single dagger and the clothes (armor?) on your back, you need a better influx of cash to make a go of it here.\n\nYou continue to wander the streets, sizing up the buildings you come across and letting your new knowledge and skills appraise them, as well as keeping your ears open to the chatters around you. You start to get a decent idea of what this world is like, but more than that, you begin to get a good idea of several potential targets that you could go after.\n\nFirst of all, there's a [[merchant's townhouse|GGRogue]]... a two-story affair that, after taking a good look at it, offers various methods of entry. He's apparently quite wealthy and this is one of several similar houses he keeps in various different cites where he owns a few small shops each, so you figure you have at least a chance he's not there at all. Certainly you don't see any lights on in any of the windows. Similarly, there's the [[mansion of a foreign diplomat|GGRogue15x2]]... no one's sure from which country because they've never seen him, and there are a lot of people who think that he doesn't really exist and it's just some way for someone who works for the local lord to embezzle money. But hey, they might still keep some valuables in there, and worse comes to worse, free place to stay for the night!\n\nOn the much more dangerous end of the scale, but also much more likely to result in a payday that you could probably live on for a long, long time (or at least gear up to go do a proper dungeon run), there are two options that involve... well, basically stealing from the government. The Robin Hood defense, if you will. Apparently the guards have just completed going around to a lot of businesses in the city to collect taxes. All those taxes have been secured in one of the [[guard towers|GGRogue]]... no one's supposed to know which one, but at least five guys in identical light armor carrying bags towards one specific part of the city wall has sort of clued you in... they're not being terribly concerned about that aspect of their security, seems like. \n\nAnd then the big enchilada... the local [[royal palace|GGRogue]], where the lord lives and the Emperor stays (when he's in town). You overheard a couple of disreputable guys talking, and apparently getting in is a big challenge, and getting out a much larger one. But since the place is designed to be fit for the Emperor, every single thing in the palace is high quality and expensive and sells for a high price. What's more, apparently proving you stole something from the palace confers instant entrance to and status in the Thieves Guild... that could definitely help out a lot!

Well, why not? It is tradition, even if it's a tradition you're a little too old for. You follow the sign, and eventually find your way to a winding line full of children and parents. After you've shuffled forward, and spent a few minutes peering towards the front of the line to catch a glimpse of Santa's setup, you realize that some of the "parents" in line actually don't have any kids with them. It looks like at least some fully-grown adults are standing in line to see Santa too... well at least that makes you feel a bit better about it.\n\nThe line's not quite as long as for your average rollercoaster, but it is a few minutes before it moves ahead even a little each time. Well, that figures. But eventually you're close enough to see that Santa's setup is a huge chair made out of a ton of oversized candy canes that look like they've been melted together to form a massive festive throne. Sort of reminds you of something, but you can't quite put your finger on it. The guy they've got as Santa Claus certainly looks the part too... big, jolly, quality costume, real-looking beard. He seems to be seating older kids and even some of the adults on his lap without problems, guy must be dedicated.\n\nAs your turn comes up, you spot some of the attendant workers... there's a sort of ugly-looking male "elf" with what looks like candy smudged all over one side of his face, standing beside the throne holding a candy cane as if it were some sort of weapon. Santa needs a bodyguard? But there's also some of those cute female "elves" that are showing people up to Santa's lap and then leading them away. You glance around, trying not to look too impatient as the elf attendant leads the rather professional-looking adult man in front of you up towards Santa... besides, you feel sort of embarrassed for him, despite being here to sit on Santa's lap too.\n\n"You're next, dear," the elf girl chirps, drawing you out of the momentary daze you'd fallen into. You look towards the peppermint throne and see the other elf girl leading away a skipping, cheerful-looking little blonde girl. Hey, did someone linejump you?! ... Oh well, no point in bitching about it now, if so, you're already walking up the steps and being guided, somewhat embarrassingly, to sit on Santa's red velvet-clad lap.\n\n"Ho ho ho! Hello there, Eric!" The man in the Santa Claus outfit booms jovially, patting you on the back.\n\nYou blink. "Uh, how'd you know my name?"\n\n"Why, Santa knows everyone's names, of course! Now, you've been a bad boy with some of the things you've done lately... but Santa understands why you did them, and knows that deep down you have a good heart." He pats you on the chest with his other leather-mittened hand. "So you just tell Santa what you want, and I'll make sure it comes true!"\n\nA weird chill goes down your spine as you realize you believe him. You stare at the twinkling blue eyes beneath those bushy caterpillars of white eyebrows as he grins at you. "... Really? Anything I want?" you ask in a tone of awe.\n\n"Hooo ho ho! Absolutely <i>anything</i> you want!"\n\nYou stare for a moment more as you think. Anything you want... and what you really want is...\n\n<hr>\n[[A new family.|XmasFamStart]]\n\n[[A place to live.|XmasHomeStart]]\n\n[[Lots of sex.|XmasSexStart]]

'Eh, fuck it, let's go for broke,' you think to yourself as you swing over the ledge of the roof and lower your feet onto a windowsill. Easing yourself down into a crouch, you then spring into a flip over the top of the wall and its spikes and land in a roll on the lawn of the mansion. This... is definitely cool! Resisting the urge to either giggle or start humming 'With Cat-Like Tread' to yourself, you keep low and slip across the lawn, staying edged in close to the shadows cast by the wall as you make your way to the front door. Doing a quick check to make sure no one's watching from the street, you lean down and take a look at the lock... much as you suspected, there's only a secure but standard physical lock, though something else tickles at your senses. Rummaging in your things, you find a set of strange little metal tools, as well as a pair of odd goggles with green lenses. Slipping them on, you see a set of glowing circles with runes and lines woven between them superimposed on the lock. Oho. Still, just from a look you can tell it's a fairly low-power and simple spell as well, and will be just as easy to disarm as the lock itself.\n\nIt really only takes a minute before there's a click and the door pops open inward just a bit. With another quick glance to check for anyone watching, you go ahead and open the door enough to slip inside and close it after you before hurriedly looking around. You're in a short hallway made of the same dark wood, and it's almost pitch black in here, the only illumination being an extremely faint glow from several glass spheres on the walls. Your eyes adjust after a moment, providing you with a view of the entryway, which is done up somewhere between an upscale home and a waiting room. Further inside is an actual sitting area with a long glass display case full of what you assume are art objects or pieces of historical value, and furniture that's been covered by white sheets. Aha! More evidence the place is empty! In fact, after listening for a few minutes for any signs of life and hearing none, you feel confident enough to straighten up and walk over to the display case normally.\n\nIt pretty quickly becomes obvious what sort of diplomat lives here... things like the gold and onyx spider with inlaid ruby designs and the long, thin scimitar in the case kind of give it away. Ha, a Drow diplomat? Well, no wonder it's shuttered up and so dark in here. Anyway, right off the bat you can see several obviously valuable things, like said spider sculpture or the scimitar. Of course, the more you take a look around, the more obvious it becomes that this place has been shuttered and probably for awhile... hell, you're talking about (dark) elves, maybe they only show up for like a year once a century or something. You could take a look around, get a little settled, take some time to figure out a plan for being displaced into a fantasy setting...\n\n<hr>\n[[Take a load off and stay for awhile.|GGRogue15x4]]\n\n[[Grab some treasure and get out.|GGRogue]]

You like your odds with the diplomat, seems like there's a fairly low risk for a decent chance of at least some reward. If there are any guards, they're likely to be pretty obvious, right?\n\nExamining the mansion itself, you don't see any guards at all, really. It's made out of black-lacquered wood and all the windows are shuttered... if there is a diplomat, maybe he's some evil Grand Vizier a particularly canny member of the royal family shipped off to another country to get rid of. Well, if that's true, you guess you have less fallout to worry about if things, y'know, go awry. Which is sort of weird to think about, but then again your current form seems to have a good idea of how to kill people so whatcha gonna do?\n\nThe mansion is surrounded by a fairly tall stone wall with an iron bar and spikes around the top to make it a hassle for any would-be intruders... except most of the buildings around it are more townhome-like things, squarish and run-together with mostly flat roofs, so it's relatively easy to find a place to clamber up a wall and then make your way around the place, casing it from the shadows. All the windows are shuttered for sure... an indication the diplomat's not even there? Lucky, if so, you could clean the place out <i>and</i> spend the night! You find you have no problems seeing despite the fact that it's rapidly approaching midnight and there's not much moonlight, and as you look it over your brain helpfully supplies various hints and suggestions for how to intrude upon the mansion.\n\nFrom what you can tell, there are three good possibilities. The first is a [[drain|GGRogue]] behind the house that seems to angle towards it... probably to let rain flush into the tunnels below the house and help move refuse along from whatever plumbing or disposal system they have set up. A very smelly but also likely the most secure way to get in, since it would probably bring you out somewhere deep in the house, and also be the least visible from outside.\n\nThe second is a [[basement window|GGRogue16x1]], just barely visible around the back of the house and a bit away from the door. You think with a bit of squeezing you could get through it, and again it would be putting you in a part of the house the least likely to have anyone there if it is, in fact, occupied against all appearances. \n\nAnd the third is... well... the [[front door|GGRogue15x3]]. If you really, truly believe no one's there, it might be your best bet. There can't be that much physical security on it since it would be too risky to people visiting on diplomatic business and too cumbersome for people going in and coming out regularly. So bop up pretty as you please, pick the lock, walk on in, walk on out when you're ready. Of course, it's also insanely fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants risky... but you have to admit that also sort of makes it more exciting!

Your body jolts just a little bit with every firm thrust of her long, slender finger into your ass, making your voice shaky and whimpery as you gasp out, "Sex slave... make me a sex slave, please."\n\n"Alright." Her tone cheerful, the woman slips her finger out of your hole, making you slump and tremble a little. She points to a corner. "Go sit down there like a good piece of property while I pick out what I want you to wear."\n\n"Yes, thank you," you reply in a deeply grateful tone, moving over to the indicated corner to settle down on your knees and sit back on your heels, obediently waiting with the rest of the merchandise. Eventually the grey-eyed woman returns, holding up a bag.\n\n"I've picked out what you're going to buy, and charged what I felt like to your card. I'll keep the rest of your clothing, just because I feel like it, and you were a naughty slut for coming outside dressed like a real person. Be grateful."\n\n"Yes, of course, thank you, thank you so much," you simper, going down to your hands and knees and crawling forward to kiss the toes of her shoes several times.\n\n"Alright, now get out of here, lovely, real people might want to shop."\n\nYou quickly get to your feet and accept the bag, then hurry naked out of the store and through the parking lot, tits and ass jiggling in the cool October air. You drive home in a bit of a daze, but arrive safely, getting out and heading to the door, pausing briefly to wave to some of the neighborhood boys that are staring for some reason. Heading inside, you put the bag down, then head into the shower. It's not until you're getting dressed afterwards that you pause. ... Did something happen at the shop? You vaguely recall... something... ... nah. Must just be your imagination. It was a completely normal shopping trip, wasn't it?\n\nShaking off the remainder of the odd feeling, you go about the rest of your day and the next, making your preparations for the party. When it's time to get ready, you snag the bag and dump it out on the bed, only vaguely recalling that you'd picked out something... provocative? Your eyes widen when you see a very few items fall out of the bag, and absolutely nothing that would cover several very important areas. You'll have to-\n\n-put it on exactly as it is. You just... have to. Stripping down out of your clothes, you're unable to resist sitting down and pulling on the flat-soled, leg-sheathing shiny black boots that come most of the way up your thighs, more like latex stockings with soles really, tight enough that your thighs bulge a little around the tops of them. You pick up the black corset-style top and wrap it around your middle, tugging the slight cups up under your tits so that it holds them out and offered, then pull and fasten the straps at the sides so that your middle is compressed slightly, giving you a thinner waist and emphasizing your hips and tits. You tug on the shiny, thin gloves that match the boots, then pick up one of the little gold rings and press it to one of your stiff nipples, wincing and gasping at the slight sting when you do. You give it a little tug and gasp again as your nipple moves with it and your breast cones slightly with the motion... you've been pierced. That should shock you, but you're too busy bringing the other ring up to your other nipple to even yourself out. You tremble a little as you take hold of the thick black collar and bring it up to your neck, but your hands move inexorably and fasten it into place, doing up the latch and settling it around your neck.\n\nYou feel almost relieved, after that. Yes... yes, you're a sex slave now. ... Costume. You're in your sex slave costume. You're... going to the party like this. You almost start to turn and leave, when you notice something else laying on the bed... a set of small charms, roughly the size of dog collar tags. ... To go with the dog collar you're wearing, natch. There's one shaped like a 'Male' symbol, one like a 'Female', one that seems to be a mix of both, and one shaped like a dog. You do feel like you should probably attach one, though you're not sure why...\n\n<hr>\n[[Clip on the male symbol.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Clip on the female symbol.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Clip on both.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Clip on the mixed symbol.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Clip on the animal symbol.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Wear all of them.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Wear none of them.|HollyOct]]

"Well, you know," you begin, hedging a little. "This is going to be an adults-only party, and it's a little bit of a cut loose sort of thing, so I was thinking something a little more, you know..."\n\n"Ah." She smiles again, though this time her grey eyes take on a wicked sparkle. "You want a slutty costume, then."\n\n"Er, I'm not sure I-"\n\n"I do apologize for showing you the costumes for regular people, with all those clothes on I didn't realize you were a slut," she says just as cheerfully as ever, circling back around the counter to stand beside you, your face coloring brightly in a mingling of embarrassment and anger as she just keeps smiling. "Why don't you go ahead and take them off?"\n\n"I... I..." You stare at her for a moment... but somehow that just seems like such a reasonable idea you can't really argue with it. "I... yes, of course, I'm sorry for the confusion," you answer in a slightly hazy tone of voice. You pull off your cheerful pumpkin-dotted sweater to bare your full breasts hugged by the simple white bra beneath them. "I don't know what I was thinking, wearing so many clothes," you continue as you unbutton your jeans, shoving both them and your panties down at once, your bare ass and pussy wiggling in the general direction of the door as you work them off over your sneakers. "I can see why you were confused and didn't realize I was a slut, I really do apologize," you add as you reach up to unhook your bra, heavy breasts settling a bit as they're freed and you slide it off and drop it.\n\n"We all make mistakes," the grey-eyed woman answers evenly, reaching up to fondle your breasts with her smooth, cool hands, making you moan softly. "Like you covering these luscious tits, dear, or this lovely fat ass," she adds, leaning aside and delivering a swat to one of your full buttocks that makes you yelp. "But of course now that I know what you are, we'll get you dressed properly to let everyone know. Follow me, please."\n\nYou find yourself walking away from your discarded clothes and moving naked through the store, tits jiggling a little with every step. You stop with the woman at a set of shelves containing displays and little bins of panties and bras. "Now, we have some lovely [[seasonal lingerie|HollyOct]]. Not quite a costume, but then I suppose that doesn't matter much since all you want to do is show off that lewd body," she adds, smiling and reaching out to cup your pussy, giving it a few gentle rubs.\n\nYou gasp loudly, biting your lower lip against your moans, struggling to speak through the sounds of pleasure trying to escape your throat. "I... w-wouldn't that be a bit much...?"\n\n"No dear, of course not, sluts should look like sluts. Besides, I guarantee you that any other slut that sees you will refuse to let herself be outdone. If they're wearing more, they won't be for much longer." You whimper as she actually slides a finger inside of you, then slips it back out before turning and heading towards another rack of clothing, with you shivering a little as you follow after her. "Of course if you want an actual costume, there are several in that vein. We can put you together a [[prostitute|HollyOct]] costume to fit with your inner whore, or at least make it an outer one. Or the natural role for any slut, a [[cheerleader|HollyOct]], we've some lovely ones there. Or in roughly the same genre, the [[Catholic school girl|HollyOct]]."\n\nShe slips around behind you, and your eyes go wide, lips parting in a silent cry as she pushes her finger, slick with juices from your pussy, into your ass. Slowly pumping it in and out, she murmurs, "Or perhaps we should dispense with all subtlety and put together a [[sex slave|HollyOct6x2]] costume for you, my lovely big-titted, fat-assed slut. Something that just outright begs for you to be used in any way whoever sees you wants. So what will it be? How best to tell the world how to use you and abuse you this Halloween?"

Watching Michiru crumble mentally before you ever even fuck her might be quite a bit of fun. Smirking at an idea, you rest a big hand on Haruka's head and press her face into your balls, rubbing it back and forth a bit as you tell her, "Clean up quick, whore, and then put on something nice. We'll be brushing up against high society, after all."\n\nSoon you're sitting in the back of a limo, looking out the window and enjoying the view of Haruka standing outside, lightly posed to show herself off in the sexy, sparkly evening dress she's wearing. One of Michiru's own, in fact, and one of the more daring ones, the glittery white gown cut to show off just less than half of her large breasts, hugging up against her waist and stomach until the faint indentation of her navel is actually visible, a slit high up one side showing off almost all of one leg and hip... certainly enough of it to make clear that she's not wearing any panties. With that and the slightly more elegant coiffing of her hair and more obvious application of makeup, she looks quite different from her usual masculine styling, leaving the people exiting the concert glancing over and likely wondering if she's some society high-roller or an expensive escort waiting for tonight's client. You watch as the members of the orchestra begin to emerge as well, most of the men in tuxes and most of the women in some variation of the little black dress. The latter is what Michiru seems to have chosen, the pretty green-haired woman making her way towards the taxi area, then almost doing a double-take when she spots Haruka, as if not immediately recognizing her.\n\nA smile that's both utterly charmed and somewhat confused on her face, Michiru makes her way over. "Haruka, you look... amazing. What's the occasion?" she asks, the normally composed and elegant woman clearly struggling to keep from blatantly devouring her provocatively-dressed lover with her eyes.\n\n"I just wanted to come pick you up," Haruka practically purrs, reaching out to take Michiru's free hand and lead her towards the limo. "And someone I met happened to have this limosine available, so here we are, picking you up," she continues, having already taken and passed Michiru's violin to the waiting chauffeur (actually Rei with her hair bound up and face disguised with a pair of large mirrored glasses, breasts bound down beneath the suit jacket and vibrating panties buzzing away silently beneath the mannishly-cut pants).\n\nMichiru blinks, but Haruka's easy, casual approach (as well as the influence you're exerting via her) has her going through the practiced motions of ducking and settling to sit in the limo before she can manage to ask, "Someone you met?" Then she stares at you, barely even flicking her gaze away as Haruka slips in, despite the alluring picture Haruka makes in sinuously working her way in to sit as well. "Ah, good evening."\n\n"Yes, good evening," you reply smoothly. You've assumed a human male appearance... sleek, wavy black hair, dark skin, handsome features, a strong body beneath a white suit, some properly Egyptian-themed jewelry to go with all of it. "I met Haruka tonight and got it into my head that the two of us should come pick you up in style," you continue, brushing over the matter of introductions as the car starts to move. Rei's of course been ordered to just drive all over the city, not stopping until you let her know that your passenger has been converted into cargo.\n\n"I see," Michiru says, just a bit of her dubiousness showing through. She blinks a bit again as Haruka passes her a short crystal glass half full of something dark and smooth-looking. She does seem a bit suspicious of it, but it's her beloved wife handing it to her after all, so she sips gently. Apparently finding it pleasant, she relaxes a bit more in the seat and takes another sip. "I'm certainly finding it hard to argue with your whims, sir," she says breezily.\n\nYou smile, dark eyes glittering. The 'sir' came out as if she were just teasing... but in fact it's a sign that she's already beginning to subconsciously accept your authority. A combination of Haruka's presence to soothe and relax her, as well as reinforce anything you say by agreeing with you, and your own power and influence, aided by a bit of high-quality whisky, will soon produce the desired effect. For a time you simply talk with the three of them, engaging in polite banter about the concert, the people attending, and other such trivial high society matters. And gradually you take more control over the conversation, asserting your opinions more strongly, Haruka smoothly agreeing with and reinforcing them all, any differences of opinion Michiru might have on the subject of politics, food, or music gradually lessening and then disappearing as she's subtly both socially and mentally pressured to conform. Finally judging her to be ready, you give an easy smile and say, "On the subject of society, it really is interesting the misconceptions that some people have these days, isn't it?"\n\n"It really is," Haruka picks up, her tone casual, prompting Michiru to nod along with her.\n\n"Why, did you know that there are some individuals that think there are women who can be satisfied only with other women?" you continue, keeping your tone as easy and conversational as everything else you've said. "That they don't need a good, thorough dicking regularly?"\n\n"It does seem <i>very</i> ridiculous to think that not every woman craves a big, thick cock," Haruka asserts with a nod.\n\n"Mhmmm, nonsensical," Michiru reinforces a little airily, smiling dreamily as she does.\n\n"Hm, to that end, Michiru, why don't you come over here and start sucking me off?" you continue, unfastening your pants and drawing out your more properly human-proportioned... but, obviously, still quite impressive... cock and giving it a few strokes. "It only seems natural, wouldn't you agree?"\n\n"Oh yes, absolutely." Michiru sets down her glass and slides off of the seat, crawling the short distance towards you on all fours, her dress riding up to display the aquamarine lacy panties she's wearing. She hesitates only briefly as she comes to a stop with your cock practically on her face, but then tilts her head and begins delivering soft sucks and almost worshipful licks to it. "This does feel very good, and natural," she murmurs, smiling up at you almost gratefully.\n\n"Of course it does. Isn't this what you're meant to do?" You smile smugly down at her, just leaning back and watching as she licks around the root of your cock before dragging her tongue all the way up it. "You are, after all, right where you belong right now."\n\n"On all fours, being a good little fuck-animal, like all women are," Haruka adds in a tone of pure sensual delight, even as she moves forward to tug Michiru's dress down in front, the former lesbian spilling her wife's tits free for your viewing pleasure, and continuing on to slide those panties down, fully baring Michiru's ass.\n\n"I... I admit, I suffered under the delusion I was... a real person," Michiru says rather shamefully, though a faint thread of hope in her voice says she's still desperately wanting someone to come along and assure her you're not right. But as you instead put a hand on her head and urge her down to press her nose against your crotch, urging her to inhale deeply of your musk, the last of the resistance melts out of her body, and she says in a cheerful, casual tone, as if someone had asked whether she was enjoying the weather, "But now I know I'm nothing but a pair of tits and a set of holes, all to be used for pleasuring cocks with." Then she silences herself by sliding her mouth over your prick, bobbing her head in quick, smooth, elegant strokes until her throat is bulging with it and her perfectly-painted lips are pressed around your root, eyes gazing up at you worshipfully.\n\n"There we go. Just stop bothering to pretend you were ever a person, and be the good little fucktoy you were born to be," you assure her, stroking her hair as she bobs her head over your prick, tongue working you eagerly. Haruka leans in, licking at your cock wherever it's currently not in Michiru's mouth, the two of them watching your face, focused entirely on you and barely even acknowledging each other's presence. "Haruka already knows, hm? Don't you, Haruka?"\n\n"Yes Master, of course," she purrs, nuzzling at your balls as your clothes gradually disappear, your form slowly growing larger and more muscular, dark skin deepening to black and growing fur as you assume your true form, your cock pushing deeper into Michiru's throat and bulging the outside of it even more obscenely, not that it stops her from gulping you down in the slightest. "Thank you so much for smashing that stupid, worthless free will of mine, even though I was such a worthless, stupid bitch for ever thinking I was anything more than a cunt to be used and tits to be squeezed."\n\n"I've forgiven you your idiocy in ever thinking you were a real person, let us speak of it no more," you murmur, holding up a hand as if blessing her. Then you smirk down at Michiru. "You, on the other hand..."\n\nMichiru pulls her mouth off of you with a gasp, her eyes glazed a bit, obviously not caring in the slightest that the man she found herself inexplicably submitting to turned out to be a Youma. Instead she turns and crawls the other way, tits wobbling and ass swaying, until she can settle herself over the opposite seat. Reaching back, her pretty hands with their blue-green painted nails move to grip low on her buttocks, the spreading tug she gives displaying both her pussy and ass to you. "Please, Master, please," she whimpers. "I'm sorry I thought I was a person, I want to be your animal fuck-slave too." She bites her lower lip with worry even as she shakes her hips enticingly... then her eyes roll up and her tongue lolls out, a wordless sound of pleasure escaping her as you smoothly move to settle behind her and start pushing your cock into her dripping cunt.\n\n"Don't worry, my sweet little hunk of fuckmeat," you murmur affectionately as her belly bulges beneath the fabric of her dress. "You will. You and all your friends."\n\n<hr>\n[[The End.|HLSenshi14xEnd]]

"Dominating Presence sounds cool," you note, grinning at the thought of becoming party leader primarily by fucking the rest of the party members into submission.\n\n"Oh it is a fun one, yes," Riara coos, pulling a clipboard out of nowhere and starting to go over it. "Now let's see, how best to make your character? A melee class, magic caster? Hm, hybrid's probably best, let's nudge you over to casting off Charisma, and-"\n\n"Er, shouldn't I get to do that?" you ask, leaning forward and trying to look at the page she's writing on.\n\n"Now now, I let you pick your cheat power, let Gramma Riara have some fun too. When you're a demigod you can fix anything you don't like." Riara smirks at you briefly, then turns her attention back to the page. "Alright, now where was I? Oh yes, hybrid melee caster, from Charisma, we'll start your Tiefling traits out as not manifesting though they'll start to pop up as you grow in power, that will let you blend in more at first. We'll give you limited shapeshifting, too, that will let you keep blending in once the traits manifest, plus give you more options for dominating your targets." She leers briefly at you, the implication making you blush once it sinks in a bit. "Hm, and maybe tweak your power a little bit, let it cause some changes in your domination targets, especially if you keep bonding with them, that will let them be more useful to you. A few more bits and... there! Now, speaking of targets, I'm going to start you off in a large tavern in a large city... it will be full of adventurers of all kinds. If you're going to hie off to build your power and influence via adventuring, I'd suggest grabbing at least one and fucking them into your loyal pet first thing so you have some support."\n\n"Guess that makes sense, yeah," you agree, nodding. "So, uh, how do I get started?"\n\n"Hm, let's see. Tell you what, why don't you go into the bathroom? That can be a good transition!"\n\nYou quirk an eyebrow and glance over at the door, but shrug and get up, pushing up from the chair and walking over to the bathroom door, pushing it open. Instead of the fairly standard public restroom you were expecting, there's a much more rustic one, mostly made of wood. You glance around, noting that the fixtures are fairly primitive-looking, but at least this world apparently has running water. You cross to one of the plain metal sinks and look at the mirror (which isn't quite as high-quality) above it. You still look mostly like yourself, albeit taller and with longer hair pulled back in a ponytail and light brown skin, with pointed ears and mismatched eyes, one of them red. Both a look in the mirror and down shows that your build is much the same too, maybe with slightly bigger boobs and a much firmer stomach, left bare by your leather sleeveless top, a belt bearing a fairly short sheathed sword (looks one-edged probably) above a pair of tight, thin black leather shorts, knee-high boots hugging your lower legs and a long black coat worn over all of it. You try grinning at yourself, noting that your canines are a bit more pronounced. Still, you should be able to blend in just fine with... whatever's out there.\n\nGrinning more naturally, you turn and make your way back to the bathroom door to pull it open. As you expected, the library is no longer outside, but a large room teeming with colorful people, a low din of conversation surrounding you as you walk out, as well as scents that are much sharper and easier for you to sort through. It's all true, and oh boy are you gonna have fun! 'Thanks, Gramma,' you think as you make your way over to the bar to settle in, ordering a drink and starting to scope out the occupants for a likely starter adventuring companion.\n\nThere's a [[pretty redhead|GGSD]] dressed not all that differently than yourself, albeit her shorts are bordering more on being a bikini bottom and it looks like she's packing long daggers instead of a short sword, and she lacks the coat. Probably a rogue-type then, very useful in case you want locks undone or traps sprung harmlessly. The fact that she's got a fantastic rack helps too!\n\nThere's a [[cute blonde|GGSD1x1]] that at first you take for a girl, but after observing for a few moments realize is in fact a male. He's wearing simple white clothes, and a hooded white cape trimmed in red triangles... assuming some traditions track across realities, probably a white mage of some sort. Ooo, pocket healer! \n\nThere's a long-haired, [[bare-chested guy|GGSD]] in tight leather pants that show off his fairly impressive bulge much as the lack of shirt shows off his impressive muscles. He's got a bastard sword sheathed at his belt, so probably a straight-up melee class. You could use a meat shield... hell, with what Riara said, he'd probably be that literally if you told him to.\n\nThere's not just humans in here though... heck, there's a [[minotaur|GGSD2x1]] sitting at one table! He's dressed vaguely pirate-y, and you can scent salt from his direction. A minotaur ship captain? Interesting enough to check out on its own, almost. Sitting a fair bit aways is a pretty [[elf|GGSD]] wearing robes that show off her surprisingly voluptuous body... definitely a caster of some sort, and not particularly special other than being drop dead sexy.

Why not be a little wild and weird? you tell yourself, raising your hand and stroking the corncob more firmly this time, letting it turn into a real caress. Besides, it's not like anyone will ever know. You do glance around to make sure of that, but now that you've justified your strange urge to yourself, you feel somehow that there's no going back. You lean forward, giving the tip of the cob a lick, expecting it to taste dusty or mildewy... but there's hardly any flavor at all. There is a faint corn taste, but you're not sure if that's real or just your brain filling it in because you expect it to be there. You give another lick, then roll your tongue around the tip, feeling the hard, smooth little buds on the different sides of your tongue, before finally sliding your lips over the tip and starting to bob up and down a little. Your eyes wander up to the scarecrow's mask, cheeks blushing as you imagine it's leering down at you.\n\nStill, you keep going, bobbing your head back and forth, even working your tongue over the underside of the corncob as if it were a real cock. You're really surprised how turned-on this is getting you, your nipples pressing hard against the inside of your bra, a growing insistent heat and yearning between your legs. You close your eyes, letting the corncob press against the inside of your cheek before you turn your head back to take it down far enough to make you gag slightly. Without really thinking about it, one of your hands moves down to undo the top button of your jeans, the other gripping the scarecrow's pole for balance. You slip a hand under your jeans and the front of your panties to start eagerly stroking over your absolutely sodden pussy, your fingers working your clit every so often to make you moan around the bumpy length between your lips. Every so often you open your eyes and roll them upward to look at the burlap sack of the scarecrow's face, imagining it telling you what a good little cocksucker you are as it smirks down at you with its stitches-and-nuts smile.\n\nYou slip the corncob out of your mouth, panting with your tongue jutting out, your breath turning to fog in the cold night air. God, you feel like such a weirdo slut doing this, and that feeling is <i>amazing</i>. You keep working your pussy with your fingers beneath the layer of cloth, feeling how soaked you are, then giving a full-throated moan as you get yourself off to a small orgasm. Your body shudders and you squeeze the pole tightly, your denim-clad ass wiggling in the air. Fuck, for whatever reason you decided to suck this scarecrow's corncob cock, it feels way too good to stop.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just keep going, don't wait for anything, deepthroat that fucker!|WilmaHaunt1x6]]\n\n[[Get naked, that can only make it more exciting!|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]

Your HUD, now displaying entirely Raptarran text, reads 'Adjusting weapon output' right before there's a lockon graphic on the large, muscular raptor with his unevenly-edged stripes. His yellow eyes have just time enough to widen in surprise as the blasters on your shoulders swing around and fix on him before the fat blue bolts streak out and strike him full-on. The adult Raptarran gives a shriek, mostly of surprise and outrage, as he's sent tumbling to the ground, the others scrambling out of his way... and yours.\n\nFacefucks scrabbles quickly to his feet, but even as he is he can see you ducking low into a charge, claws out and extended, letting out a challenge shriek that's both amplified and bass-boosted by the helmet's speakers. His eyes go wide again, the combination of assaults sufficient to break his calm, and he turns to run. You know you already have him beaten at that point, becoming prey is enough to completely shatter any authority he has... but it's more than that, you need to establish your own authority!\n\n... Plus you've honestly been looking forward to this all day.\n\nYou leap into the air, your form absolutely perfect (with a bit of help from the suit's muscle stimulators and movement enhancement), arcing up and coming down against Facefucks' back, knocking his head to the floor and briefly stunning him. It's plenty of time for you to slip off of him and behind him, gripping his tail and lifting it high as the suit retracts from over your crotch. You smirk at some of the little clicks and coos of interest from the crowd... Raptarrans don't really have a concept of 'bigger is better' as far as cock sizes go, but they also don't look down on it, so yours is now about three-quarters-again larger than the average for them. Facefucks looks over his shoulders at you, clearly shocked as you hold his tail with one hand and guide the pointed tip of your prick to his asshole with the other. He gives an almost piglike squeal as you drive into him, wriggling and flailing on the floor beneath you like a hatchling throwing a tantrum as you slide your member deep into his ass.\n\nGripping his tail with both hands now, you begin pumping with quick, even strokes, not only exercising your prowess on him but demonstrating it for the now rapt (heh) onlookers, many of whom are now sporting their own glistening red hardons. The older Raptarran's ass is nice and tight around you... he must have almost never given up his hole to others above him, you think smugly as your still suit-clad balls slap against his bare leathery ones. Of course, inevitably, as with practically everyone fucked by a superior saurian shaft, Facefucks' protesting and angry honks and shrieks start turning into groans and trills, his own cock starting to slide more and more out of it's sheath until it's juttign beneath him, bouncing with your strokes.\n\nYou fuck him a little bit longer, mostly just to make sure there's no question of the new pecking order, before thrusting forward and letting out a long yowl as you start pumping him full of cum. A <i>lot</i> of cum, even for a Raptarran (another fun little bonus you gave yourself). It's enough to not only flood his ass but have his barrel swelling up some with the volume, the formerly strong and proud Raptarran warrior's eyes actually rolling as his cock starts firing long ropes of jizz to puddle on the floor.\n\nYou pull out of him and turn back to face the rest, your massive inhuman cock still jutting proudly below you. "I lead this ship now. It follows my orders and no one else's. So if you're tired of being frozen dinners and instead want to have some <i>fun</i>," you continue, seeing practically every head in the bay perk up a bit more in excitement. "Then I say fuck the leadership and follow <i>me</i>!"\n\nHappily, almost instantly there's a happy shriek from the back of "RED-STRIPED LORD OF SPACE!" It spreads like wildfire, until every Raptarran in the bay (other than Facefucks, who has roused himself somewhat but only enough to crawl over and start obediently sucking your cock, his muzzle wrapped delicately around it as he bobs his head and uses his tongue as much as possible) is either shouting your new name or simply trilling and shrieking in excitement. You smirk toothily around at all of them, just soaking in the adoration even as you put one hand on Facefucks' head and, well, facefuck him a bit.\n\n"Alright, all of you get to work," you trill once they've settled down. "This ship needs a little bit of TLC before we set out, so do a full maintenance on it, as much as you can without taking it apart. Once that's done we'll head out."\n\nYou don't bother giving any more specifics... one of the talents of your new people is to coordinate themselves in group activities without needing to be micromanaged. They all begin filtering out of the bay, including Facefucks once you've fed him a load, your cum still dribbling from his muzzle as he goes to do your bidding. Only one of the Raptarrans is actually making their way towards you.\n\n"Red-Striped Lord of Space?"\n\nEven if the differently-pitched voice and different accent on the honks and trills hadn't alerted you, you of course get this Raptarran's name and a bit of bio in your HUD: Bosses Clutchmates. While female Raptarrans are apparently every bit as horny and lewd as their male counterparts, the simple reality of physical differences means it's slightly more difficult for them to have the same rapacious fun by running around the galaxy pouncing mammals. So most female Raptarrans stay at home either inventing devices to be wicked with, or enjoying the fruits of the males' raids, and most who venture off the homeworlds either do so in support roles or prefer to use some sort of prosthesis.\n\n"What is it, Bosses Clutchmates?" you ask, retracting your helmet.\n\nHer pretty yellow-green eyes widen slightly... you're not sure whether it's because you knew her name, or because of the impressive mane of white and red feathers you've given yourself. Either way, she doesn't answer immediately, first tilting her head back and forth a little before saying, "I do not mean to question you, but I have questions."\n\nExtremely diplomatic... especially for a Raptarran. But then your reading of her bio indicated that she was smarter and cannier than most, and had possibly joined the Star-Rape Corps mostly because she was bored at home... only to wind up with one of the most boring duties imaginable. (Likely more because it was seen as one method of younglings, especially smart and upstart younglings with a tendency towards inquisitiveness or bossiness, to pay their dues and learn their place as opposed to her gender having anything to do with it.) "Sure, go ahead, ask," you answer, clicking nonchalantly as you start walking towards the exit as well, your cock resheathing and your suit closing up over it.\n\nSeeming a bit startled again by your suddenly casual manner, Bosses Clutchmates nevertheless falls into step beside you, her tail soon swaying lightly back and forth in sync with yours. She clearly has numerous questions, but as you'd expect of her, asks the most relevant and immediately pressing one. "What is our next goal? Where are we going once we finish maintenance on the ship?"\n\nA good question indeed. Luckily, you have an answer for her!\n\n<hr>\n[[A better ship.|BadCypher11x9]]\n\n[[A human colony.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[A trade world.|BadCypher]]

"I think a monster-focused dungeon would be better," you say after a bit of thought. "Especially if we get some intelligent monsters. I mean... I don't want to put in a bajillion burning torches by myself, do you?"\n\n"Ugh, no, Master, good thinking," Mary replies, making a face, then beaming. "Okay, if you want a monster dungeon, there are a couple of ways to go about that. First off is that we can go out and get monsters from the 'wild' to bring back here to our castle... or make them!"\n\n"Make them?"\n\n"Sure, by transforming people into monsters! Usually the stronger the person the better the monster you get out of it," Mary explains. "One of the good things about doing it that way is that you can decide to make monsterism 'infectious', as it were... switch that on and the monsters in your dungeon turn the people they catch into more monsters, so your dungeon sort of becomes self-populating after awhile."\n\n"I guess that'd be handy, yeah," you admit, nodding slowly. It seems a little weird to talk about all of this so casually, but, well... you did decide to become a Demon King, no point in getting all squirmy about it now. \n\n"The other option is to create monsters... sort of how Lucoa made me. You can just use summoning spells to make monsters out of mana. It's a little more draining to set up at the start, but the benefit is the monsters are automatically loyal to you and want to serve, so it's a little less work and less chancy than converting feral monsters or people. It's a bit less exciting but lets you get right to populating the dungeon, y'know?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go out and tame feral monsters.|QODK]]\n\n[[Go out and turn people into monsters.|QODK]]\n\n[[Summon monsters.|QODK1x5]]

The dresser is one of the standard places to check if you're 'snooping', right? So may as well take a look at what's in there. It's a pretty sizeable dresser, really, the drawers large but apparently well-maintained. The top drawer is the largest but still slides open easily, revealing a number of jeans and pants folded on one side, and folded and stacked shirts on the other. Obviously everyday wear. You slide the drawer back closed and open the second one.\n\nAh, there's something that you might have expected. The second drawer, shallower than the first, is filled mostly with things like stockings, garter belts, and what look like some tights or even one-pieces. They're mostly sort of absently folded and flopped in in a semblance of order. Which means... if you had to guess...\n\nYup. When you close the second drawer and open the third one, it's full of panties. Chaotically tossed around, and of a number of different types. G-strings, thongs, bikini cut. Cotton, satin, silk. Purple, red, pink, shimapan. Good lord that is a <i>lot</i> of panties. Tucked into one corner of the drawer, folded and resting like the lonely outcasts in a classroom of extroverts, are a pair of boxer-briefs that must be for purely utilitarian wear. You notice there are a couple of bras, too, albeit ones with completely flat cups so they still must be Liam's. Geez, he doesn't go for half-measures with his lingerie, does he? \n\nYou're sort of left staring. Like, you knew Liam was pretty girly, sure, he obviously likes the look that you've been desperately trying to free yourself from all these years, but it's still a little strange to think of another guy so casually wearing panties by default. Must be part of that confidence he constantly exudes and that you wish you had...\n\n<hr>\n[[Examine a pair.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Close the drawer.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[... maybe try some on?|GwynLiam]]

Gasping, you twitch awake, finding yourself laying in bed in the bunkhouse at camp. You peek around, taking in the mostly empty beds and the handful of girls chatting and getting ready as if nothing were out of the ordinary. You feel damp, and realize that the sheets are sticking to you with sweat... actually, they're sticking to you directly. You're naked.\n\n"Amanda? You okay?" calls one of the others.\n\n"Um... I'm a little under the weather... tell Coach I'll be along in just a few," you croak back.\n\n"Okay, but I'm pretty sure the adults know we were out late last night so you might get in trouble."\n\nOnce the others are gone, you pull the sheet away from your naked body and sit up, looking down at yourself. There's not a mark on you, and no soreness... could it have been a dream? Except for the whole, you know, waking up naked thing. Biting your lip, you do a quick glance around, then move a hand down to your crotch to slide a finger carefully into your pussy. Where it was once a bit difficult to get even that inside without some work, your finger now slides in effortlessly, your sex proffering no resistance whatsoever even as you feel a thrill of pleasure much more intense than the usual and still feeling snug around your finger. Shivering, you push a second, then a third finger into yourself, each time finding absolutely no resistance. While you may not have been harmed, it looks like you <i>have</i> been permanently adjusted to take... large... things.\n\nYanking yourself back to the real world when you find yourself wondering just how much you could take and if your ass is the same now, you yank your fingers out of yourself and scramble to get dressed. Maybe this is all a dream too, or you're just hallucinating from the fumes of whatever was in that bonfire, or... something. Anyway you quickly pull on panties, sports bra, bloomers, and your cheerleading uniform before shoving your toes into your sneakers and rushing out to join everyone else.\n\nThe crowds of girls are milling around, dozens of normal-volume conversations mingling into a wall of sound as you approach. Coaches and counselors are shouting over the din as they call out that day's activities, assignments, and competitions, and you do your best to focus your mind at hand, until someone steps up and puts a hand on your shoulder. You blink and look to that side, seeing a tall woman with pale skin and long, black hair, pale green eyes fixed on you as a little smile quirks at her lips. She's wearing a Counselor t-shirt and a pair of baggy grey pants, but neither can really hide her truly impressive chest or the broad curve of her hips.\n\n"Um, hi, did you need me for something?" you ask distractedly.\n\n"Why yes, I did," she replies in a purr that sends a chill down your spine. It's the voice from the phone. Her smile grows wider at the look of barely-restrained fear on your face, and she gives your arm a tug. "This way, if you please."\n\nNumbly, you follow along after her, letting her lead you away from the main area and off along several trails, until the two of you come to a small, remote area set up with several metal tables with attached benches. She releases your arm and saunters away, stretching. "Mmm, it's been awhile since I've been up here! All the colors are so bright. These damn human clothes are stifling, though," she adds in complaint. Still shocked, you watch as she kicks off her shoes and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of the sweats, shoving them down as she bends over and steps out of them. When she stands back up, a long, thick cock... at least a foot long despite being only the faintest bit hard, by the looks of it... wobbles and sways from her crotch, and she gives another, happier sigh. "There, much better."\n\n"You... you..." you try, torn between just outright fear and staring at her cock as she leans against one of the tables and begins absentmindedly stroking herself.\n\n"I'm Xiora, and I'm a demon. Specifically, I'm the demon that saved you last night. That male demon that appeared in the fire? Axira, my brother and rival. I like to keep an eye on what he's doing and interfere when I can," she adds with a soft laugh, her cock growing to roughly half hardness under her strokes, wobbling like thick-set pudding as she runs her hand along it.\n\n"... Thank you?" you reply weakly, before managing, "Um, what about the other girls that ran...?"\n\n"I'm afraid none of them took my call. They were devoured by the hellhounds once they'd had their fun." You see yourself pale, and Xiora quirks her thin, dark brows. "And before you ask, no, no one's going to notice. When hellhounds are sent to devour someone, they devour them completely, including the memory of them. Demon magic can get rather metaphysical like that. And since I spared you from that fate, certainly you do owe me a bit more than thanks."\n\nAnother cold sensation runs along your back. "Like... my soul?"\n\n"Mm, I can't take that from you just for protecting your life, sadly. Since you willingly accepted my help, you now owe me a small portion of your eternity. All the years you could have lived from that night until your natural end without outside interference, so perhaps a hundred years or so. So, if you do nothing, when you die, I'll get you for that amount of time." Her smile turns positively wicked. "Of course, if you make me wait that long, I'm going to take as much advantage of that time as I can. I'd be far more creative and cruel to you than I would have been if I got you for eternity. You'd eventually get to move on to your proper fate... but of course who knows what state your self, mind and soul, would be in by then?"\n\nYou swallow hard at that. "... Do I have other options?"\n\n"Certainly. You could pay me back by doing things I like in this world, becoming my mortal servant. I'll give you tasks and you'll perform them, and when I've absorbed enough energy from the wickedness that results, I'll consider your debt paid and my claim on you renounced. Or..." She licks her smiling lips. "You could always just sell me your soul outright. In return I'll grant you powers similar to my own... anything you wanted in life would be yours for the taking. And eventually I'd collect, and we could spend the rest of eternity together... depending on how you used the power I gave you, I might have grown rather fond of you by then, it could be quite pleasant indeed, and until then you'd be free to live your life without a care or worry. So what will it be?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Work it off eventually.|CheerFest]]\n\n[[Work it off now.|CheerFest]]\n\n[[Sell your soul.|CheerSS-Start1]]

Almost as afraid to answer it as you are to not answer it, you swallow and hit the green button on the screen, your shaking hand bringing the phone up to your ear. "H-hello?"\n\n"Alright, girl, listen very very carefully," a woman's voice replies, calm and casual as if you weren't in the middle of the woods being hunted by rape-wolves. "A pack of those hellhounds will be on you any moment, and there's no way out... you're currently trapped in a repeating space, impossible to escape for a mortal like you. You have three choices... one, you can ask me to make sure you survive the night and wake up in your bed back at camp when dawn hits. We'll meet later to negotiate payment for that. Of course, you will still have to put up with whatever the night brings."\n\nYou jerk your head to the side as there's another round of howls, and a scream of what sounds like orgasm... and then a rather juicy-sounding crunch noise. Shuddering all over and almost whimpering, you look back at the phone. "W-what if I want to get out of here right now?!"\n\n"That's option number two. Rather than leaving you to be tormented by the hellhounds, I can bring you to my home right this moment. Of course, that means you'll be swearing yourself to me completely, body and soul, to do with as I like for all eternity. But I can still promise you that it will be gentler and less traumatizing than what the hellhounds will do."\n\n"I don't like either of those!" you protest, almost crying as you glance over your shoulder, sure you can hear the scrabbling and panting of approaching canines somewhere out in the darkness.\n\n"That's your choice, dear. Of course now that you've had contact with me, things might go a little differently than they had if you just hadn't answered... a little touch of the demonic is already on you. So disconnect at your own risk, but I'd make your choice fast, because they're going to be on you in eight, seven, six, five-"\n\n<hr>\n[[Survival.|CheerFest1x5]]\n\n[[Servitude.|CheerFest]]\n\n[[So long.|CheerFest]]

"Don't let me die!" you whimper. "Please, just... just get me through the night!"\n\n"Done. See you soon," the woman replies, right before an immense black form slams into you hard enough to send you sprawling, the phone spiraling off into the underbrush.\n\nYou stare up at the sight of at least four massive black dogs with glowing red eyes, horns curling from the sides of their heads, and fire licking around their metal teeth with every panting breath. As you scream in fear they fall upon you, jaws snapping and tearing away your clothing, yanking your body back and forth as they toss their heads to rip away your panties and bra as well. You wind up tumbled over onto your front, and in a panic try to scramble forward and get away, managing to get up on hands and knees for just a moment.\n\nThat's all one of the hellhounds needs to leap forward, its massive heat-radiating presence looming above you right before it shoves its huge pointed-tipped cock right into your pussy. Your throat seizes up too tight to cry out as you clench your teeth and roll your eyes up, your virginity claimed by a canine prick more appropriate to a small pony's in size. Your pink pussy stretches out around the bulge in the middle of it, looking taut around the glistening, black-veined thing before the demonic dog shoves forward hard, burying the whole shaft inside, your stomach showing the bulge of it deep inside you. The beast pants and growls, its drool hitting the ground with little puffs of steam as it begins pounding that almost unbearably hot cock into your cunt, the other hellhounds panting and giving deep, booming barks as they wait their turn, their own huge members jutting from the sheaths beneath their bellies.\n\nIt's surprising how fast your body betrays you, but it's like the heat of the demon beast's cock sets off a fire inside of you as well. Your throat loosens up enough to let out a scream, but it comes out as more like a long moan, your breath coming out in a hot rush. Your pussy begins dripping, a slight squirt of your arousal forced out every time that massive corrupt canine cock crams into your cunt. Your nipples have gone as stiff as stone at the tips of your tits as they jiggle and sway under you with the impact of the beast's hips against your ass. Some part of your brain shorts out and makes you realize... didn't the woman say you were sure to survive the night? Well, if you are... why not enjoy it?\n\nYour cries take on the vague sound of unhinged laughter mingled with whorish moans as you begin rocking back against the inhuman prick violating you, fucking yourself on it eagerly. If the beast has any response to your apparent switch from 'panicked prey' to 'eager bitch' it doesn't show it other than to start rocking forward harder, pumping its prick into your pussy with as much enthusiasm as you're taking it. You have hardly any warning before its huge knot is suddenly shoving forward, stretching you even further around it, making you howl out in bestial glee as it shoves inside you. A torrent of near-boiling cum begins pouring into your womb, bulging your belly up until you look six months pregnant, shaking and wobbling slightly beneath you as you tremble with a brain-blasting orgasm.\n\nThe beast doesn't wait for its knot to deflate, instead pulling back and stretching you even more until its cock pulls free, a torrent of demon jizz splashing out of your gaping hole and splatting to the ground. One of the others quickly steps forward, and you yip happily as you're filled again, rocking back against the demon's thrusts with all the wanton lust possible in your teenage heart. You pant and moan to match the pants and barks of the hellbeasts around you, shaking your hips like an eager whore trying to earn every bit of her two dollars. This one knots you even faster than before, and pulls out even sooner, thrusting forward and making you squeal as his spurting, throbbing canine cock rubs across your pucker and spurts its steaming load across your back and into your pretty blonde hair.\n\nWhen the next demon dog moves up, you drop forward onto your shoulders, letting your cheek rub in the mud made up of hellhound spit and cum as you reach back, spreading your asscheeks for the beast. Whether accepting the invitation or just because of your shift in position, its pointed tip quickly comes to rest against your asshole and then spears inside, making you howl and cum hard as your anal virginity is claimed as well. Your eyes roll up in your head, an idiotic smile on your lips as you gasp out more hysterical laughter moans at being assfucked by a hellhound and loving every moment of it, especially when its knot jams inside and practically destroys your once tight little hole by expanding deep inside you.\n\nSeveral times during the continued fucking that follows, the beasts lean forward, closing their massive, powerful jaws around your head. But each time it's like those shining steel teeth are stopped just short of penetrating your skin, leaving you moaning and mewling into their mouths as you continue fucking yourself on their pricks. The hellhounds do seem a bit confused by that, but eventually give it up, leaving you sprawled naked and twitching in a puddle of cum-mud as the sky in the distance begins to brighten minutely.\n\n<hr>\n[[Morning.|CheerFest1x6]]

Since it was the concept of the ritual that Sharon partly lured you here with, you decide to at least go check it out. Heading in the direction of the bonfire, you briefly leave the rest of the party behind, crossing an empty stretch of grounds and passing through a short stand of trees before arriving in the little clearing. The whole place is set on a round stone slab that has some sort of designs etched in it, though you can't particularly pick them out since the bonfire's been built in the center. An uneven, in some places doubled-up ring of about thirty girls is gathered, chanting and waving their arms in whatever way they seem to think constitutes something ritualistic.\n\n"Hey, how's this work?" you whisper to one of the girls on the outside of the ring as you make your way up.\n\n"Ssshhh, don't interrupt!" she snaps back, though after a moment she explains in a whisper, "They say that if you keep doing this chant, a demon will show up and grant his favor to all the girls who summoned him and they'll do better in the competitions, but he'll also pick which one pleases him the best and she'll get his special favor!"\n\nYou blink as she goes back to joining in the chant with the others, then grin. Okay, it's silly, but everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, occasionally interrupting themselves in their chant with giggles. So you throw your arms up and start swinging them forward and then up again, listening to a few repetitions of the chant before joining in yourself.\n\n"Lusa vilg ic cdibet fedr ouin rika telg! Lusa vilg ic cdibet fedr ouin rika telg! Lusa vilg ic cdibet fedr ouin rika telg!"\n\nBeing that all of you are cheerleaders, you manage to sync together pretty well after awhile, especially once you personally start projecting your voice a bit more to encourage them to all get on the same page. You're just starting to get bored, considering leaving and going to find Sharon instead, when-\n\n"Lusa-!"\n\nThe fire suddenly shoots upward and turns bright purple, every girl there giving a shriek of surprise in near-unison. You yank your gaze away from the sudden brightness, and when you look back the bonfire is gone... completely gone, not a single log or charred twig left. Instead the center of the stone circle is glowing bright purple, and a... thing... is standing there. It's tall and broad-shouldered, its bare chest and arms well-muscled beneath grey skin, near-black nipples pierced with golden rings. The face is somehow handsome and inhuman at once, with pointed ears and goatlike horns curling from the forehead over shortish, shaggy black hair, solid red eyes sweeping over the group with a leer on his lips. His lower half is covered in shaggy black hair, with goatlike hooves made of dark metal stamping on the ground, making the thick grey shaft that hangs to his knees and the heavy balls it's draped over sway with the movement.\n\n"Very well then, I am arrived." A long blue tongue snakes out of his mouth and flits along his lips. "And now I shall offer my favor to you pretty little sluts."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stand there staring.|CheerFest]]\n\n[[Scream and run.|CheerFest1x3]]\n\n[[Try to be the favorite.|CheerFest]]\n\n

Screaming in fear, you and several of the other girls immediately turn and begin running, without thought or care for the direction, only wanting to get away from the monster that suddenly appeared in your midst. You plunge into the woods, heedless of the twigs and underbrush, simply wanting to get <i>away</i>.\n\nEventually you come to a stop, panting and breathless, and look around you. You're deep in the woods, it seems, and there's not a single light or sign of civilization around. You frown slightly at that... there are plenty of wooded areas around the campgrounds, sure, but you're pretty sure that they weren't this large or this deep. You were running for a good ten minutes, you should have hit a fence or some sort of sign of civilization by now. ... Maybe you just got turned around in your panic and fear.\n\nSpeaking of fear. Somewhere in the distance you hear a wolf howl, and then another. Fighting back another scream, you quickly pull out your cellphone. The campgrounds had full coverage, you can just use your GPS to get back, and... no service. You stare at the tiny signifier in shock, then squeak as you hear more howls, this time closer to you. Then you hear another girl scream... familiar enough that you're pretty certain that it was one of the other girls who ran from the campfire when you did. There's yelping and barking, and more cries, before the wolves start howling again... and this time the howls are mixed with what sound like moans and gasps and pleas to stop. Your eyes widen as you start putting together what must have happened. Are they really...?!\n\nYou're trying to figure out if you should just start running again, and in which direction, when you almost jump out of your skin when your cellphone rings. Quickly yanking it back up, you stare at the number... 666-000-0000. You remember reading that the 666 area code got shut down awhile back, for... obvious reasons, which leaves aside the fact that there's no actual number. Considering recent events, you've got a pretty good idea what that would mean...\n\n<hr>\n[[Answer it.|CheerFest1x4]]\n\n[[Toss the phone.|CheerFest]]

"Well, I probably won't drink, but if that's okay, I'm totally in," you reply, eyes dancing. You've resisted the potential for mischief all through the trip, you're not going to miss a big party as well!\n\n"Great, I'll come by your bunkhouse at midnight, I've got a map that shows the way there." Grinning, Sharon gives you a wink, then makes her way back into the crowd.\n\nYou eventually find your bunk assignment and head on over, the rest of the squad trickling in by ones and threes over the next few hours. All of the ones you think would be interested in this sort of thing... which ultimately winds up being all of them... you take aside and explain the invitation to the not-strictly-sanctioned party. So it is that when midnight rolls around and Sharon (now in a black tanktop and very short denim cutoffs) pokes her head in, she blinks at the sight of the entire team sitting on their beds and looking at her expectantly. She laughs, then beckons with one hand before ducking back out.\n\nPretty much all of you are dressed casually now, with yourself having opted for a loose, short skirt in blue and a white long-sleeved shirt. You all whisper constantly to each other, probably a bit too loudly, but the words carry that thrill of doing something (theoretically) forbidden as you make your way into the woods along an, admittedly, fairly obvious path. It gets quiet briefly, before the dull roar of girls talking and music playing can be heard. You have to figure this is at least tacitly endorsed by the counselers and minders if they're pretending not to notice this much noise. When you emerge from the trees you do spot a handful of low stone walls and rings, which look like they might have once belonged to larger structures, but right now they mostly have teenage girls perched all over them, chattering and laughing, in some cases dancing and drinking.\n\nAlmost before you know it the rest of the squad has dispersed, hurrying off to join the socializing. Sharon gives another laugh, then winks at you. "Hey, come find me later, okay? I'll probably be hanging out near the refreshments," she adds, before trotting off.\n\nYou take just a few moments to take in the sprawl of the party. At first it looks like just a solid mass of people (specifically, teenage female people to a one) but eventually you begin to discern little pockets and areas of activity. The core of the party definitely seems to be the [[refreshment area|CheerFest]] where the music is loudest and a lot of the girls seem to have cans or bottles in their hands, and you don't think most of them are sodas. Nearby there seems to be an impromptu [[dance floor|CheerFest]] on what probably used to be an actual stone floor or courtyard. Then there seems to be a large gathering of girls on the [[banks of the large creek|CheerFest]] that runs along one side of the campgrounds, pointing across it and talking about something amongst themselves. Finally, more separate from all the others, in fact tucked off into the woods a bit, you can see a small bonfire built, with girls ringed around it, making silly gestures with their arms. That must be the "[[ritual|CheerFest1x2]]" that Sharon talked about.

"A cranberry," you blurt. You're not entirely sure why, other than that it's traditional and that you've always loved the color, too.\n\n"Oho, one of the lesser thought of but more abused members of our oppressed holiday brethren!" the turkey clucks.\n\nThe pig snorts and oinks as he makes his way to the pantry. He starts coming back and setting down cans of cranberry sauce... the sort that's a smooth, uniform gel that holds the shape of the can, of course, as is traditional... and plunking them down on the nearby counter. You stare as he gets what's apparently every single can out of your pantry... you always keep some on hand, just in case, but you've been getting ready for Thanksgiving and prepping to do some experimental cooking with the stuff, so you have almost twenty cans of it. The pig quickly peels the lid off of one, while the turkey grabs your head, tilting your head back and using a thumb-feather to force your mouth wide open.\n\nThe pigman smirks down at you before upending the can over your wide open mouth, giving it a hard shake to make sure it comes sliding out and glops right in, the thick cylinder not quite fitting. You gag, but do your best to swallow and gulp it down, the pig mashing more of it in with his fingers and palm as excess smears all over your face. Your mouth is overwhelmed by the intense, tart flavor as yo're force-fed the entire can, desperately swallowing until you can get some air. It's lucky that you do, because the next can immediately follows after it, more of the wobbly, thick goo sliding down your throat.\n\nThe two seem intent on feeding you every last can... every time it seems that you've been topped off, the turkey angles your head so that the pig can use his cock to shove in and force more cranberry sauce down your throat. The change starts to take hold around the fifth can or so. Your already large breasts begin to swell and enlarge... actually, maybe it's more that they blow up like balloons. They get rounder as they get larger, until they start to look like very bad implants, or perhaps more like beachballs attached to your chest. Your nipples turn from a rosy pink to a dark cranberry red, then flatten out, your tits becoming almost perfect spheres as the color spreads from your nipples across the rest of them.\n\nThe cranberry color keeps spreading as you're fed more cans of thick semi-solid goo, your gagging and quagging noises occasionally punctuated by actual cocksucking. As the color spreads down over your lower body, your pussylips shrink and flatten, before your slit seals up completely, your well-fucked pucker also smoothing out and then closing up, both becoming an unblemished stretch of smooth dark red skin. The color spreads up your throat, your moans silenced for even louder sucking, squishing noises as it starts to color your face, and then even your hair washes to a cranberry color as the skin at the roots is affected.\n\nYour hair stops moving and shifting as the individual strands merge together, becoming a single solid, slightly wobbly mass sculpted atop your head. As the last can is emptied into your open mouth (which now seems to just be an indentation a few feet deep in your solid-colored face), the rest of your body gradually takes on the same single consistency with only mostly opaqueness. You more absorb the last ounces of the cranberry sauce into the rest of your form that is now made of the exact same stuff. The turkey shoves you forward, your arms wobbling as you catch yourself on your hands, which *splut* and flatten a bit against the tile. The pigman pushes back into your mouth proper, the solid material of your throat parting around his thick pink prick as he pushes right into the substance. The turkey similarly pushes into the smooth plane between your legs, just forcing open a hole that sucks and squishes around him much the same way your throat does around his friend.\n\nThis time the wobbling and shaking as they fuck you from both ends isn't just in your (now berry-shaped and enlarged) tits. Your whole body jiggles with the impact of their hips against you, your face and ass even squishing a bit flat every time both of them thrust forward. But you always slurp back to your original shape as they pull back. Soon both spill their loads, the jizz mingling with and being assimilated by the cranberry sauce that makes their body. They pull out and straighten up to either side of you, and you smile with your molded mouth as you look up at them with solid-colored eyes, wrapping slightly squishy hands around their cocks and stroking them.\n\nThen you guide the tips of their cocks to roughly where your nipples used to be and tug, encouraging them to push into your squishy, solid-goo tits. You watch the vague outlines of both of their cocks sinking into your huge breasts, darker shapes in the dark red, before both of them start fucking eagerly, gripping their hands around the sides of your big cranberry boobs. Both of them are moaning this time... well, snort-moaning and cluck-moaning. It really doesn't take long before they're spilling fresh loads of animal-man jizz deep inside your tits, which wobble and grow a bit larger and heavier with it. \n\nBut apparently, they have something more of their own planned this time as they pull out, your tits making a lewd *shlrrrp* noise as their cocks slide free and the holes close up behind them. They move further to either side of you, and you feel the tips of their cocks press up against your molded cranberry sauce ears right before they push in with a loud *skwlch!* Perhaps they're fucking what's left of your brains out of you, or perhaps it's just the demonstration that you don't actually <i>have</i> a brain anymore that does it, but as your solid-colored eyes roll up and your molded lips curve up in a blissful, idiotic smile, your wobbly gelatin tongue lolling out, you rapidly start to forget pointless, unnecessary little things like math, how to read, your family, your name.\n\nYou're just a big, fuckable batch of cranberry sauce, after all! Oh what joy to be oppressed...\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|HollyNov1xEnd]]

Wait... is it possible? Could you... disguise yourself as one of them, and get past them that way? It's a weird idea, and you'd have to hope that Arana could turn you back into a human, but as far as you can tell it's the best shot you've got. Tapping the selection, you hurry over and grab up one of the injector guns as the cylinder fills. In the process of loading it, you pause... from the picture it didn't look like the Raptarrans wore clothing, even if the suit could adapt to such a massive change in your body. Reluctant but knowing you have to work fast, you will the suit to come off and quickly pull the collapsed form off your back, shoving it behind a nearby cabinet where it's mostly hidden. Then you take a deep breath before pressing the tip of the gun to your bare upper arm and pulling the trigger.\n\nYou hiss at the odd, tight heat that runs through you from the point of the injection as the thick green liquid in the cylinder gradually diminishes. But you can feel the changes starting to come over you fast, watching as your skin near the injection site turns darker and like pebbled leather, the effect spreading outward from there. Your hands twitch, fingers curling as some of them begin to merge together, turning long and with bulbous joints, fingernails curling into wicked claws. You hunch forward as your center of gravity abruptly shifts from the changing structure of your hips, gritting your teeth hard even as they grow sharper and your face starts to push outward into a long, bluntish muzzle, lips thinning as the skin changes. Your hair gradually disappears back into your scalp as the structure of your whole head changes, blinking your eyes repeatedly as your vision shifts, becoming sharper and more distinct, the colors deepening and becoming more saturated. You writhe in place, shaking your shoulders as they slender out and practically disappear into your altered torso, your back arching and writhing as it grows more vertebrae, pushing out a thick, steadily lengthening tail behind you. There are loud clicks on the metal floor as your toes change and press your claws to it, your big toes turning outward and sliding further back along the side of your foot as they turn, the nails growing into long, gleaming sickles. Your balls become covered in strong leathery skin, which forms into a sheath at the base of your cock as it grows longer, thicker, and begins to glisten with wetness as it turns pink, veins visibly running across the surface.\n\nIn only a minute or so the transformation is complete. You blink a few times, feeling disoriented and light-headed, looking towards a nearby wall that's got a slightly more mirror finish than the rest. You've become what looks a lot like a raptor from the Jurassic Park movies... except your back is almost black with thin, tribal tattoo-esque red stripes, and paler skin along your underside, running from your chin down the lower half of your muzzle and throat, covering your chest, belly, and inner thighs as well as the underside of your tail. You actually look... kind of cool? Even if it's shocking and almost dissociative to see a dinosaur staring back at you with your blue eyes.\n\nYou jerk your head to the side as the door slides open and a Raptarran... well, another Raptarran... steps in. This one's a lot like the one you saw the image of in your helmet, though his top part is more lightly-creamed coffee-colored and his stripes are closer to a dark chocolate brown. He blinks at the sight of you and lets out a short series of hoots, clicks, and chirps... that you understand perfectly, your brain decompressing them into many more words than the short batch of sounds would seem to indicate. "Well aren't you the distinctive-looking one, I know I'd have recognized you if you'd been on the ship with me. What's your name, where were you stationed?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Um, ah, er, uh..."|BadCypher]]\n\n[["My name is... Cypher?"|BadCypher11x4]]\n\n[[Just spout whatever nonsense comes to mind.|BadCypher]]

Well, of course you're going to be the host! Holidays are <i>your thing</i> after all. Your blog readers aren't going to be nearly as interested in reading about you just visiting some family.\n\nBut even though it's rather early in the month, writing for your blog (and responsibly planning for hosting duties) mean that you really need to start prepping now. And while decorating is usually your favorite part of holiday prep, it's Thanksgiving so obviously you need to start with the food. Making sure you've got your voice recording app handy on your phone for taking blog notes, you get into your car and start towards your preferred food mart.\n\nAbout five minutes in you thump your palm against your forehead. Aunt Evelyn. Your picky, fussy aunt who has decided she doesn't eat anything unless it's organic, free-range, locally-sourced and can do the cha-cha. While the high-end food store you favor does have that sort of thing, Evelyn thinks those things only count if it comes from a farmer's market. And your local farmer's market is at least an hour away. What a pain!\n\nThen you're given a sign. A literal sign stuck at the side of the road: 'Evil Farmer's Market - Ready for Thanksgiving'. That's... an interesting name. Maybe it's just a family name or whatever, pronounced 'Eh-VEHL' or something. And it does say it's just five miles ahead...\n\n<hr>\n[[It may say "evil", but for your purposes it's pretty good!|HollyNov1x2]]\n\n[[Eh, it's a long drive, but go to the real farmer's market.|HollyNovPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go to the usual food mart and lie like a rug to Evelyn.|HollyNovPlaceholder]]

You are about to begin your journey through the Devious World. But you can't go out all unformed and gooey (well you could but that might be skipping ahead). \n\nAnd so we begin with the age-old question, so famously asked by one of the greatest minds ever: are you a boy, or a girl?\n\n[[Boy.|MaleChargen]]\n\n[[Girl.|FemaleChargen]]

Deciding to take the easy route (and maybe get a good story for your blog), you follow the short series of signs to the little roadside building with the matching sign. Outside has a number of pumpkins still stacked up in rough pyramids, as well as baskets of other gourds and hardier fruits and vegetables. You clamber out of the car and, somewhat cautiously, explore the outer aisles for a little while. It does look fairly nice, but there's no one out here and even then, you can't make a Thanksgiving dinner with just gourds.\n\nThen you notice a sign on the building itself: 'Meat is available inside'. Aha. Deciding to go ahead and grab an available basket and load up some of the smaller stuff out here, you then head in through the creaky door. The inside is strangely somehow both well-lit and dim... there are a number of hanging metal lamps, but the bulbs must be low-wattage because it just seems... well, dim. There are more rows of vegetables in large wicker baskets, and a cold feeling coming from one side of the building. You turn towards that area, figuring it must be where the meat department is, and almost jump out of your skin as you come face-to-face with a wrinkled little old woman.\n\n"Wellllcome to my market," she murmurs, raising her spindly hands and tapping her fingertips together gleefully.\n\n"Uh... thank you," you reply, really starting to wonder if that 'Evil' bit was just a family name.\n\n"Thanksgiving shopping, perhaps?"\n\n"R-right. I'm having a lot of friends and family over, so-"\n\n"Yeees, of course, certainly. This way, this way." She turns and shuffles off towards a set of tub freezers, and after a hesitant few moments you follow after her. She reaches deep into one of the freezers, and effortlessly hauls out a massive turkey in a vacuum-sealed bag, thumping it down on the adjacent counter. She does the same to a nearly equally huge ham, then turns and thumps a wrinkled, veiny hand down atop the pale curve of the turkey. "These will feed the whole family, I think. Guaranteed to be the moistest, most flavorful turkey and the sweetest, most delectable ham you've ever eaten."\n\nYou stare at both items. You're quite the chef, since cooking is such a big part of so many holidays, and from what you know of quality she very well might be right. "Well, that's... good!"\n\n"But this turkey and ham... is cursed," the old woman hisses, raising a single spidery finger.\n\n"Um." You blink. "That's bad."\n\n"Indeed. These Thanksgiving edibles have had a curse laid upon them by internet wiccans who don't understand Thanksgiving and believe it is a celebration of conquest over Native Americans," the old woman continues gravely. "I've revoked my granddaughter's internet privileges and blocked tumblr on the router, but the damage was done by then."\n\n"... Can I go now?"\n\nShe blinks. "Of course. But did you want the turkey and ham, dear...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[It's just some teenager shenanigans, sure.|HollyNov1x3]]\n\n[[No, you're creeped out now, you just want to scram.|HollyNovPlaceholder]]

"Hard pass on that. Ma'am," you add as a bit of an afterthought, your voice flat.\n\n"What, ya too much of a coward to even take the shot?" Eskabar demands, still smirking.\n\nYou can almost feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise in consternation, and you kind of wish you had shot her, maybe in the mouth. Instead you reply, "No, <i>ma'am</i>, I just try to avoid making the same stupid mistake twice."\n\nThere's stunned silence in the room for about five seconds. Then Eskabar... starts chuckling. She snaps her big, gloved fingers and points at you. "Good answer. You might just live long enough to get your blacks, LaChance. Pay attention to that!" she adds, raising her voice and glancing around to indicate the others. "You rarely live through making a stupid mistake up here, but if you do, you can be damn sure you won't live through making it twice! Now, head into the briefing room, you get to learn what's up here trying to kill you."\n\nNot sure how well you really handled that, but glad that you don't seem to have been used as a demonstration of how an Alpha Taurasian can crush things, you turn and shuffle through the next open door with the rest of the orange-garbed crowd. You try to ignore that you're getting a lot of glances... some of them seem approving, others mildly worried (like the white-haired guy), some scornful (like the purple-haired catgirl). Inside is something that any teenager would recognize as a classroom... it's obviously a bit different than the ones back home, the desks are welded to the floor and there's a big screen on the wall instead of a blackboard. Basdot is hunkered down in one corner, the helmet of his suit now retracted as well. He looks like someone took the head of a Brachiosaur and stuck it on a body about the same size as said head. He's not really that ill-proportioned, it's just the impression you get off that massive bulky skull jutting out forward over the rest of him. You find a seat to settle into, somewhat awkwardly laying your rifle atop it. Another door slides open to admit a woman with long, slightly disheveled brown hair, glasses, and a tight black bodysuit that covers her from just below the jaw down to the tips of her fingers and apparently has built-in boots, underneath a labcoat. For a second you think she might be a human too, until you notice that the glasses are resting atop a slight ridge on her nose, and her ears have a weird internal structure that seems to include at least two holes. You also notice that her eyes are glowing roughly the same color as the tip of the cigarette dangling a bit limply from her lip as she stops and turns to face the rest of you.\n\n"Welcome to Dark Sector Thirty-Six," she says in the tone of someone who's bored down to their soul but has been doing this so long they no longer even have to think about it. "You are here because you have either committed a serious offense and chosen this assignment as an alternative to life in prison or execution, or you have accepted it for a massively shortened sentence for a non-violent crime. But moreover, you are here because you are needed for the important work of keeping the rest of Orison safe," she continues in the least inspiring manner ever. "I am Doctor Mejat, one of the science staff here at Thirty-Six. I am here primarily for medical and R&D purposes, but I am also here to inform you of what you're facing."\n\nShe takes a small silver pen-like object out of her pocket and gives it a shake, causing it to admit a short beam of white luminescence like a tiny lightsaber. She taps the beam against the screen and it lights up with a diagram of the planet. "Orison is riddled with numerous small tubes and caverns running all through its crust. In most planets this would cause it to be highly volcanically active, as molten rock created by the pressure and heat deep below the surface sought to relieve the pressure by finding any path of least resistance. However, one of the ways in which Orison is unique is this layer of Gravadium near the core," she continues in her bored tone, using her unnecessarily technological pointer to indicate a dark ring in the planetary diagram. "This layer holds all the molten material in place, keeping it from rising to the surface. These tubes are covered over with thick layers of bedrock over most of the planetary surface, but fissures at the poles allow access.\n\n"These tunnels are populated by what are classified as 'Foreign Organism Entities', or FOEs, though the preferred term here in Thirty-Six is the slang 'Fiends'." The diagram slides away to be replaced by a number of blackish-grayish-purpleish creatures, some with multiple arms, some with tentacles, some just wormlike and dotted with fang-filled mouths all over their bodies. "Fiends are not complex organisms as anyone knows them. Instead, as far as we have been able to determine, they are colonies of single-celled organisms that gestate in 'primordial soup' pools in the tunnel network. What little studies have been able to be conducted so far have not been enlightening as to why they form these colonies, what benefit the single-celled organisms get out of it, or what determines the shape they take. This last seems to be the most random factor," Doctor Mejat adds, some actual emotion entering her voice for once... annoyance, from the sound of it.\n\nShe lets out a smokey sigh, then continues by tapping one of the fiends, something that's vaguely humanoid up top but then just glops straight downward in a trunk from the mid-point down, besides having a head that's dotted entirely with eyes and a massive mouth set to one side of its seven-armed torso. "The single-celled organisms do not form complex organ systems or support structures, for the most part. While they do seem to occasionally form sensory organs like eyes, noses, and tongues, they're simply connected to more of the single-celled organisms. They have no bones, organs, or nerves... headshots do not deter them, nor do attacks on anything else most biologicals would consider a 'vital area', nor is there any indication they feel pain. While they also seem to be averse to light, they are not actually harmed by it."\n\n<hr>\n[["Then what's the fucking point?!"|GGSR]]\n\n[[Yikes, hope this gets useful at some point.|GGSR6x4]]

The sound of the battering ram striking against the fortified doors thudded through the room again, and again. The black-clad man glanced at the readout on his rifle, checking the number of rounds left, before looking wryly at the only other person in the room. "They seem pretty serious about getting in, ma'am."\n\n"They do at that." Liana shook her head a little, a slightly rueful grin on her lips. She would have preferred to be wearing the same practical, combat-ready gear as her companion, but that was not her role to play. Sometimes symbols needed to look the part, and her colorful, slightly offbeat outfit was part of that. She had to look the part of representing her family, and more than that representing everything they, and others like them, stood for.\n\n"I'm guessing they're really not pleased with you releasing the entirety of your great-grandfather's works on the viewnet and printnet. Think they're going with the obvious charge of 'disseminating harmful materials' or will it be outright 'sedition'?"\n\n"It doesn't matter." She turned resigned, steeled purple eyes to the doors as they shook again. "In the end, anything representing individuality is the same thing to the administration. Anything that reminds us to think for ourselves, believe in ourselves, inspire us to be ourselves and not just a 'common resource' for the collective use is a threat. Call it whatever charges they like... they'll still have to put me in court. Not much of what I say may make it out, but the very act of it may finally be the call everyone needs."\n\nThe man started to reply, then stopped, brought a hand to his ear. His expression immediately turned from the gallows good humor he'd been pushing to a grim one as he looked at her. "We have to go, this isn't an arrest, it's an assassination."\n\n"What?" Liana blurted, head snapping towards him.\n\n"Your great-grandfather's work is proving too popular with the masses, it's hit them harder than we thought. The administration's already out-and-out killed Hawkins and Pratt in two other 'raids', they're not rounding up seditionists for trial, this is a full-blown purge of artists and academics, we have to get you out of here," he said, turning and hurrying to the hidden escape latch, Liana hurrying along after him. They rushed through the tight corridors as well as they were able, ignoring the early 21st century 'panic room' they passed on the way. "We'll have to cross the courtyard, there was too much activity in the west wing exit," the man murmured in a baleful tone, gesturing his charge into one of the other corridors. He slipped ahead at the exit and carefully opened it up, looking back and forth. "... Alright, looks clear. Hopefully we can get to the underground river tunnel and gone before anyone spots us." Checking Liana's readiness and getting a nod, he shoved the door open and ran across the open yard, the artist close on his heels.\n\nLike wasps pouring from a hive just hit by a rock, grey-green clad forms poured out of every doorway leading into the courtyard the moment they were anywhere close to the center of it. The man cursed and yanked his rifle up, but at over two dozen shouts and demands to put it down, he glanced at Liana and, scowling, lowered the weapon, letting it dangle from its strap as he put his hands up. Liana didn't bother, simply scowling at the helmeted men and women now surrounding her. She swallowed her fear and straightened her back, refusing to give any of them the satisfaction, refusing to even react when she saw one of them with a higher rank insignia smirk before shouting, "SHE'S GOT A WEAPON, SHE'S MAKING A BREAK FOR IT!"\n\nShe expected a chatter of automatic weapons fire, wondering vaguely if they were going to wind up shooting their own by doing it from an encircled position like that. Instead what came was a thunderous, bestial roar unlike anything she'd ever heard before, and yet somehow exactly like she'd imagined dozens of times when she was small and dreaming of fantasy worlds and creatures beyond the real. Helmets and guns yanked upward as something massive descended from the sky, the noon sun glinting off of pearly pink scales and gleaming pearlescent horns and teeth, and then all of it being eclipsed by a gout of iridescent blue flame that washed over one section of soldiers, disintegrating them before they even had time to scream, only those on the very edges whose guaranteed fireproof uniforms immediately blazed to life and left them flailing and shrieking.\n\nNow the guns were chattering, and a sound like ten thousand crystal vases ringing with the impact of pebbles filled the courtyard as the thing beat its wings and turned, washing more blue fire over more soldiers. The one that had shouted that Liana had a weapon turned, tried to abandon the others to run, but the immense creature dove down into the closing walls of its own flames. Liana watched entranced as a sleek, elegant head raised on a long neck, the commander howling with abject terror held in its jaws, one last shriek of surprise ringing out as it was tossed into the air with a flick of the head, before an impossibly long tongue wrapped around its waist and yanked it inside the open maw, all sound cutting off as the jaws closed and the head ducked back into the wall of shining blue fire.\n\nLiana and her guardian were now the only things left alive in the courtyard, both of them standing numb with shock. 'It doesn't even feel hot, it's... tingly, like holding your hand above a fresh soda,' she thought a little distantly as she watched a dark silhouette start to emerge from the flames.\n\nWhat came out was not a gigantic monster of legend, but... a man. A slender, pretty man, dressed flamboyantly and over a century out of style, with pink hair and eyes, jacket slumped off of slender shoulders. He flicked his hair away from his eyes with slender fingers as he approached, then smiled at her. "Hey there. What's your name?"\n\n"... Liana," she said after a moment, since certainly that's who she was. For some reason, whatever neurons firing in her stunned brain, she felt compelled to add, "I... was named after my grandfather."\n\n"Heh." The stranger shook his head, looking down briefly, his smile shifting to a longing one for the barest flicker of a moment. "Yeah. Yeah, that figures."\n\n"What..." Was that rude? Was 'What are you?' rude? Somehow it felt wrong anyway. Liana licked her lips, raised a hand slightly as if to touch the stranger, hesitated. "... <i>Who</i> are you?"\n\n"I'm a friend of the family," he answered, raising his head to smile at her again. "And I'm here to do right by someone I love. So..." He raised his own hand, offering his palm to her. "Let's do right by him, shall we?"\n\nLiana stared at him, and suddenly her mind flashed to something... one of her great-grandfather's lesser-known works, from later in his life, not long before he died. Even his most ardent fans tended to call it 'simplistic' and 'self-indulgent', but it had always been one of her favorites. A beautiful man with fantastical horns growing from his forehead, staring at the viewer with a sad smile as shining tears ran down his face.\n\nA face in front of her right now.\n\n"... Yes," Liana said softly, raising her hand further, and then laying it in that of her namesake's namesake. "Let's do right by him."\n\n<b>Liam's Treasure</b> end - <i>A dragon's love is forever</i>

"Being in your pussy!" you gasp back, the first thing that comes to mind. "I love being in your pussy!"\n\n"Gooooood," she purrs, subtly reaching out a hand to snatch one of the injectors off of the nearby stand. "Let's see if we can't make sure that keeps happening."\n\nYou gasp some at the feel of the injector against your neck, but you're too distracted by all the pleasure she's shown you so far to bother asking what it is right away. It's hard to tell what the effect is right away since your whole body already feels hot, sweat dripping off of you as you work back and forth between the dark god and pale goddess you're copulating with. Then you feel your whole body going stiff, your muscles gradually ceasing to follow and of your orders as they tighten up. You try to ask what's happening, or cry out in surprise, but your throat has seized up as well, your back arched up hard.\n\nMaxxon continues to pound away at your ass, but you can feel yourself being dragged back with him more every time he pulls back. There's a strange sensation in your ass, as if bits of it were being drawn back with him with his motions. Soon your ass is plastered against his hips, working back and forth with him, your cock moving entirely at his whim as your tightened muscles force your arms against your sides and curl your legs in beneath you. But soon your cock is shrinking, pushing into Arana less and less as it gets smaller... in fact, your whole body is shrinking, sliding down Arana's body, your smaller head and shoulders pushed between her massive tits a few times as Maxxon continues to thrust back and forth with you, both of them laughing derisively as you continue to shrink, arms flattening and melding against your sides, legs drawing further and further up and starting to meld around Maxxon's balls as the skin covering them grows baggy and wrinkly.\n\nYour own pale skin begins to darken as your tightened neck forces your head back, mouth puckering and lips pressing almost together as the shape of them changes. Your hair gradually disappears as your head reshapes, becoming a familiar 'mushroom' dome shape. You look helplessly up at Maxxon's smiling face as you draw closer and closer to him, somehow still able to see him even as your eyes and the rest of your face disappears into the spongy flesh your head is now made of. Maybe it's the fact that you can literally feel your body pulsing and twitching with every beat of his heart, feel yourself sway and wobble at the motions of his hips as your skin tone finishes matching to his and veins run through your two foot length, balls wobbling heavily beneath you.\n\n"There we go, darling," Arana coos as she reaches out, wrapping a hand (almost) around your girth and stroking you a few times, sending shudders of pleasure through your entire body. "Now you'll be able to be in my pussy... quite a lot!" she adds with a laugh, flumping back and spreading her legs again. "No time like the present, lover," she coos to Maxxon.\n\nHe gives a laugh of his own and slides into your former position atop her, wrapping his own hand around you and rubbing your tip up and down her slit. Then he starts slowly pushing you inside of her, and you feel Arana's hot, dripping, grasping cunt spreading around your head, gradually engulfing you as you're pushed into darkness. You tremble, silently moaning as the pleasure of that squeezing, expertly-stimulating passage caressess more and more of your entire body, until you're buried to the root in her. You're utterly powerless to do anything but feel the pleasure of being worked in and out of her as Maxxon begins thrusting and working his hips, fucking Arana just the way she likes to judge by the squeals and cries for more you can hear whenever he pulls back before thrusting you into silent, throbbing darkness again.\n\nApparently the man whose cock you now are is vastly more experienced than you, and has control over your ability to cum as much as he had control over his own. Because he fucks Arana for what seems like hours without ever once letting go and giving your throbbing body and aching balls release. You're worked into her pussy in several positions, each time getting a different feel of the way her walls stretch and squeeze around you. Then she gives him head for what must be at least an hour, pumping her hand along your body and fondling your balls, while the rest of you disappears past her lips and into her tight throat, the walls squeezing around you as she gulps, her obviously modified tongue practically wrapping around you to squeeze and lick as she goes. And finally, she flops face down and ass in the air on the bed, wiggling her hips eagerly as Maxxon moves up behind her and guides you into her asshole. You feel the even tighter passage spreading around you as you're pushed deep into Arana's ass, feeling like every single molecule of your surface is being adhered to by that sleek, tight tunnel. Only after another seeming eternity of being plunged into that tight hole does Maxxon finally allow himself, and you, release, your entire form shaking and shuddering as you feel the heat of thick, smooth cum pumping through you from tip to tip and gushing out of your mouth, filling Arana's tight little asshole that's busily squeezing and trembling around you.\n\nFeeling exhausted and oversensitive, you're slowly drawn out of Arana's ass and back into the light, Maxxon settling himself to sit on the bed and leaning back on his hands. Arana swings into view again, cooing as she swirls her tongue around your head, then plants a little kiss on what should be your mouth.\n\n"I hope you enjoy your new form, Cypher. I know Maxxon and I will."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BadCypher4cxEnd2]]

You spend the rest of Maxxon's life as his cock.\n\nObviously most of the day not much is done with you. You shrink down considerably when going soft and limp, and are usually bundled into his tight pants, sometimes arranged with your shaft draping over your balls, sometimes with it tucked down one of his pants leg, leaving you in darkness with nothing but the scent of Maxxon's body and musk that you can somehow still smell despite lacking a nose. In his quarters you're often left out as he goes nude, swinging freely around his thighs, submerged beneath warm water as he soaks in the tub, smeared with suds and helplessly cleaned and stimulated as he soaps himself without getting you hard.\n\nThere is, indeed, plenty of playtime with Arana on Maxxon's schedule. You often spend hours, sometimes even days with her sliding you down her throat, or being stuffed into her pussy or ass. Sometimes she wraps those massive tits around you and works them expertly along your length, drowning you in the soft-firm feel of them until you're spewing cum all over her chest and face as she coos delightedly. \n\nOf course, Maxxon's apparently not restricted to Arana alone, nor is he terribly picky. You quite often find yourself being pumped into all sorts of people and things... the stretched, shuddering pussies of dockside whores. The tight, vibrating rubber sheaths between the legs of pleasure robots. The previously virgin asses of newly-recruited male pirates. Once, while everyone is getting smashed planetside and someone guffaws that Maxxon is hung like a horse, you find yourself being stuffed between the rubbery, slimy pussylips of an actual mare, the rest of the crew guffawing and cheering as you pump in and out of the animal's cunt, and then for good measure are pushed past the powerful black pucker of its asshole, coating both of the beast's holes with your/Maxxon's jizz.\n\nAs the years pass you occasionally wonder, does Maxxon still know that you're conscious down here in his cock? Does he know you're still in here, experiencing every bit of pleasure he feels as he makes a pair of teenage boy prisoners suck you, their soft lips and hesitant tongues working over your shaft and straight mouths forced to wrap around your balls? Does he even remember that the monster cock swaying between his legs used to be a person? Or has he forgotten and simply remembers that his consort and boss is responsible for his massive pecker?\n\nWell, not like it matters, you think vaguely as you're pushed to the hilt in one of the boys' asses, your large, heavy black balls starting to slap against his own much smaller white sack. Whether he remembers that you used to be a person or not, you're nothing but his cock now... and he does like to use you.\n\n<b>Bad Cypher</b> end - <i>A living weapon</i>

It is... seriously golden. Like you're pretty sure it's shining and glittering even in the shitty flourescent lights of the cafeteria under which anyone would struggle to look good. Even as you're watching she flits a hand through it and it doesn't flick, it doesn't fall, it <i>cascades</i> across her fingers and back into place down her back.\n\nShe seriously has to be the most beautiful high schooler... maybe the most beautiful woman... you've ever seen. Everything about her just seems... perfect. Perfect skin, perfect ears, perfect nose. You weren't even sure what your ideas of 'perfect' were on a lot of scores until you saw her, but it's like all of them have suddenly been defined. She's breath-takingly gorgeous... o-objectively, of course! (Then why is your heart racing so much?) She's wearing what looks like a very expensive blue silk blouse, white pleated skirt, and black thigh-highs... all of them look like they came from places too expensive even for you. She's been here only a few days and already zeroed in on the fashion trends and taken it up several notches. You'd have to respect that, even if you weren't staring in awe at those breasts that look slightly bigger than yours and yet somehow bigger on her sleek frame.\n\n"I should go talk to her," you say, discretely slipping your hands down to wipe them on your thighs. You literally can't remember ever being nervous enough that your palms got damp but now, even at the statement of intent, you can feel yourself trembling a little with excitement. Who is this girl and what is she doing to you?\n\n"You're right, someone that pretty and rich, they could be trouble," one of the others murmurs, before grinning. "Or maybe she'll be cool. Scope it out, Layla!"\n\nNodding firmly, you stand and make your way across the kitchen, careful to use the nonchalant sashay you've perfected over the years so that everything seems completely normal. Even though inside there are several moments where you almost turn and retreat instead. She's just sitting there reading a magazine and yet you're intimidated, you, of all people, intimidated. You jerk to a halt beside the table, and only now realize that you've neglected to come up with anything to say. \n\nAs you're internally screaming, she winds up looking up and at you, and you nearly faint. Her eyes are... they're not just blue, it's like they're several different shades of blue at the same time. You can't even put words to it, it's like looking at someone's expertly rendered and yet artistically interpreted idea of the perfect lake.\n\n"Yes?" she prompts, her voice sweet and perfect and just a bit lyrical.\n\n<hr>\n[["Hello."|MeanLove]]\n\n[["That's not your chair."|MeanLove]]\n\n[["How may I serve?"|MeanLove2x2]]

You leap forward, chomping down on the meeting of Tifa's shoulder and neck just to one side of the strap of her top, the barmaid crying out in shock and pain. Before she can retaliate, you leap back to your starting point, leering at her.\n\nTifa scowls, raising her fists back to fighting position, then seems to notice something. Perhaps it's that the pain of the bite marks hasn't disappeared like it normally would in a fighting game, or that the pain is starting to turn into a tingling heat that even now is spreading through her. She hesitates, a confused look on her face, then gasps loudly, stumbling and hunching forward as her body begins to change, muscles bulging and fur starting to sprout all over her skin.\n\nShe grits her teeth as her face starts to push out into a canine muzzle, teeth growing longer and sharper, her ears growing to points and changing shape as they start to move towards the top of her head. Her tits rapidly swell even as they grow fur, growing even larger than before, much larger in fact, even as a second pair start growing in under them. Her top quickly tears and rips away, spilling the huge white-furred boobs out to rest against the tops of the lower pair, pink nipples turning black as they grow larger and remain sticking out of her fur. As her hips grow larger and more muscular her skirt rides up them, panties growing taut and gradually starting to tear, until they snap off and fall away, revealing her fuzzy white cunt. From above her belt grows a long, bushy tail, the same luscious brown as her hair, like most of the fur covering the back of her body. Her legs shift and change, becoming the slightly more digigrade stance you use, reshaped feet with claws tearing through her boots. Tifa only has a moment to look down at herself in horror before her eyes glaze over, muzzle turning up in a wolfish grin before she throws back her head and howls, a proper four-titted werewolf bitch, with her suspenders, pushed-up skirt, and the remnants of her boots as a reminder of her previous form.\n\nYou pounce on the new she-wolf, and she wastes no time in twisting and presenting to you, barking eagerly as you thrust your glistening red canine cock into her furry pussy. Her tongue lolls out, breath coming out in rapid, animal panting as you begin mating her, those four fuzzy tits swaying and wobbling underneath her as her claws dig into the pavement for purchase. The mindless she-beast that was once Tifa wags her tail against your belly as she fucks back against you, occasionally letting out eager barks and yips as your red rocket slams into her white-furred sex. You lean forward, resting against her back in proper wolf fashion, reaching under her to fondle her tits, amusing yourself by switching up and down from the truly massive upper pair to the only slightly more modest lower pair, tweaking at her thick black teats as she barks and woofs.\n\nSoon your swollen knot is slapping against those fuzzy white pussylips, and the Tifa-wolf's whimpering gets more and more eager, urging you on, wanting you to mate her and give her puppies. Giving a growl of acquiescence, you slam forward, your knot popping into her and swelling, locking you together as you both throw back your heads and give long, utterly inhuman howls to the darkness above. After enjoying the feeling of her quivering pussy around your swollen knot for a moment, you smirk and turn around, swinging a leg over her and pressing your toned male ass against her big, round furry female one, going ass-to-ass like proper canines even if you are humanoid. Your tails wag together, the Tifa-wolf giving soft whimpers and yips of pleasure, until she gradually begins to shrink, fur receding, breasts growing smaller and the second pair of them gradually disappearing back into her chest. Soon Tifa Lockhart proper is the one slumped on the ground, ass-to-ass with you, eyes once again filled with human intelligence and yet glazed over by the memories of being a heat-crazed she-werewolf.\n\n<hr>\n[[New round!|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-NewRound]]\n\n[[Finish her!|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-Finish1]]

"Uh, I gotta pee," you blurt, standing up and hurrying for the door. Kevin gives the barest grunt in response, obviously not caring much at the moment why you're leaving (or that you're leaving).\n\nOnce out in the hallway, you breathe a sigh of relief... then glance down at your hardon. It's incredibly obvious under the loose fabric of your pants, and you quickly cover it with both hands and glance around. The hallway is, of course, dark and deserted, but still, you're nervous about being seen. Deciding to seek refuge in the bathroom, you scurry down the hall towards it.\n\nYou pause briefly as you pass Tanya's room. You notice the light is on, and the door is open just the tiniest crack. There's also a bit of noise coming from it... some very provocative noise. The door is kinda open... maybe just a quick look...\n\n<hr>\n[[Peek.|QOKevPorn3x2]]\n\n[[Don't peek.|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]

The desire to just gulp it down is irresistable. Throwing your head back, you start gulping the soda down, the glaring color sliding past your lips and filling your mouth with the taste of something that could only be described as "generically citrus" and yet powerfully so, not to mention that it definitely has that elusive extra "kick" that made the Zoo sodas so distinctive!\n\nAlmost from the second the stuff hits your tongue, your body begins to change. Your muscles swell and bulge, quickly pushing through your natural layer of flab and beginning to show definition even under your shirt and pants. Equally unnoticed, so focused are you on the flavor overload going on in your mouth, is that your hair color changes, starting from the roots and sweeping outward, your unremarkable brown locks turning that same shocking yellow as the soda, as well as beginning to grow thicker and longer.\n\nBy the time you've finished the glass and dropped it, panting from having gulped the whole thing down without pausing to breathe, your clothes are already straining under the expansion of your muscles and your gradually increasing height, your t-shirt having pulled up over your stomach some and developing rips across your broad chest. You grab the cloth with your thickened fingers and tear the shirt away, shredding it from your newly impressive and still expanding musculature, which is now starting to develop a layer of fine white hair.\n\nAs caught up as you are in the amazing feeling of growing more powerful in pure muscle, you can't help but give a hiss of satisfaction as you feel and see other changes happening down below. Your cock and balls are swelling within your jeans, starting to push insistently out against the fabric, the zipper already straining under their growth. Resisting the urge to reach down and do anything about it, somehow enjoying the tightness and restriction (since you know just what they mean), you instead reach up and run your fingers through your thick (and now literal) mane of wild yellow hair.\n\nBetween your legs growing longer, thicker, and your ass going from flat to full and cut, it's not long before the added strain of your growing cock is too much for your jeans. The button and zipper give up the ghost with a quiet *krak*, your now snowy-white shaft spilling free and wobbling half-hard in front of you. As your balls grow over the edge of the fly, the jeans being turned into so many tatters anyway, your cock continues to grow, getting thicker and longer, the head flattening and spreading out to turn into a flare. It's not the only thing getting longer, your face stretching forward, shifting into a thick, rounded muzzle with soft nostrils and an almost beardlike stubble along the underside of the chin.\n\nFinally giving in, you grab your cock with both hands and start pumping it, grunting and whinnying lowly at the amazing feel, both the pleasure of stroking it and the way it throbs so powerfully against your fingers. You jerk yourself with both hands, having plenty of room despite how large your hands have grown, as your face finishes changing and your hide grows in completely, the thicker tufts of fur around your wrists and ankles growing in as your feet shift, first raising you up onto the balls of them before your toenails grow out, turning black and overcoming your lower feet completely, becoming shiny dark hooves.\n\nWith a loud, exultant whinny, you orgasm at the same time you finish changing into a seven and a half foot tall Clydesdale-man. Your massive horsecock pulses and shudders in your hands as it fires long streams of cum hard enough to hit the wall of the chamber, spattering and oozing down into a sizeable puddle just from those first few shots. And it just keeps coming and coming, though gradually the shots go shorter and shorter distances, until your cock finally angles down somewhat and starts making a puddle right in front of your hooves.\n\nDazed, you almost don't notice as a previously unseen door slides open in the wall of the chamber, not too far from where you painted the wall. An odd-looking woman enters... somewhat slender but big-breasted, with porcelain-pale skin and white hair despite looking like she's in her late twenties at most. She's wearing an extremely tight black bodysuit under a long white labcoat that almost brushes her ankles, left open in front as if it were more about fashion or declaration than protecting her clothing. The oddest thing about her is her eyes... big and dark, you get the same sort of look from looking at them as you did when looking at the camera lens.\n\n"Hm. Serum 47-B still seems subject to the same metamorphic properties. Further Science is obviously required." Her voice is definitely the one you heard earlier, flat and rather sardonic as she draws a small tablet computer out of one of the labcoat's pockets and starts making notes. Her voice snaps you back to reality somewhat, and you stare down at your changed body with amazement and horror. All this from drinking a soda?! Then she draws your attention as she speaks. "In any event, please do not panic. Panicking hardly ever makes for good Science. Except for those Panic Studies we did in the eighties. We will address your issues immediately," she continues, replacing the tablet and drawing what looks like some sort of injecter gun out of the other pocket before she begins to approach you.\n \n<hr>\n[[They can cure you? Good!|MikeAppSoda2x1]]\n\n[[Actually, fuck this bitch.|MikeAppSoda1x4]]

'Citrus Clydesdale'? Wouldn't that be the same as lemon-lime? Plus, the actual sounds of those two words are different, it doesn't even fit the theme? You make a mental note to write in some comments for the marketing team on whatever form they have you fill out afterwards.\n\nYou pick up the can and take a look at it. The horse mascot is wearing a football uniform and helmet tailored for its form and smashing through a line of human linemen. Trying to cash in on a certain beer company's associations? Still, you have to admit that the massive muscular Clydesdale destroying its enemies might be appealing to kids who were into sports... or were trying to feel tough. Shrugging, you pop the tab, and instantly the scent clues you in on the actual flavor profile of this one. You don't even have to see the bright nuclear yellow color as you pour it into one of the glasses to know what name brand it's trying to imitate. Well, from the smell alone it looks like they've succeeded.\n\nBeing both broke and often in need of mild stimulants, you're certainly well aware of the numerous knockoff variations of this particular beverage. As you raise the glass and give it another sniff, you have to admit there's something that's somehow... alluring about this one. You're not sure how else to put it. The lemony underaroma, the feel of the smell hitting your nostrils almost like powdered sugar blowback, the screaming yellow color, all of it rolls together to create an almost hypnotic effect that ensnares your senses and has you laser-focused on the glass. Hell, like this, they can break the theme all you want, just holding it is borderline addictive!\n\n<hr>\n[[Sip it like a good taster.|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Screw that, guzzle it down!|MikeAppSoda1x3]]

Man, you have to admit you're actually kind of eager to try the soda now. There was something about them that was really unique, some little "whang" to the flavor that you've never found any other fruit-flavored soda to have. You even looked it up online once and apparently there are a ton of recipes online where people have tried to mix other sodas together or add certain stuff to them, but most of it seemed like way too much trouble to you. (Okay, you tried one, the bit where you add lime jello mix to a certain brand of diet cherry soda. That stain on the ceiling ruined any hopes of getting your deposit back on that apartment.)\n\nFor the first time today you're more cheerful than anything else as you carry the clipboard back towards the desk, the female voice instructing you to just slide the papers into a slot visible on the surface. It's quiet for a moment, before the voice answers, "Oh my, are you sure you're grown up enough to do Science? No, it's fine, I'm kidding. You're just the target audience we're hoping to reach with these sodas."\n\nA door slides open in the wall, and you walk through. This chamber is pretty much completely empty... the same white tile on the floor, walls, and ceiling, and not a stick of furniture is visible. In fact the only thing in the room besides you is a visible camera device in one corner, whirring quietly as it makes minor movements to follow your motions. You jump a little as part of the floor in the center of the room slides open, and a rectangular pillar rises up to roughly waist height, a row of colorful cans and a matching row of clear plastic glasses that look like they were designed in the seventies resting atop it.\n\n"It has been surprisingly difficult recreating the specific flavor of these carbonated sugar drinks, even with the vast array of Science at our command," the female voice announces in an almost disheartened tone. "FDA restrictions are harsher than they used to be, and don't even get me started on the EPA. 'No, that species of insect is critically endangered, you can't put it in soda'. But we wanted to breed them, how is that a bad thing if they're endangered?"\n\nThe camera whirs and refocuses slightly, as if noticing that you're staring at it. You and the lens regard one another in silence for a few seconds, before the voice continues. "Anyhoo. Don't worry, I promise there's nothing with more than five legs in these. Though we have had to get rather... creative. But what's Science without a little bit of throwing chemicals in a cyclotron and seeing what explodes? Please feel free to choose a soda to begin with at your leisure. But not too much leisure, we only have so much time and quite a lot of Science to do."\n\nYour enthusiasm having been significantly dinged but not entirely destroyed, you walk over to the table and look at the row of cans. Yeah, some of these you definitely remember... [[Grape Gorilla|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]], [[Orange Octopus|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]], [[Pink Pig|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]] (bubblegum flavor, if you recall correctly), [[Lemon-Lime Lion|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]], [[Cherry Cheetah|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]], and what you think was probably one of the last of the original line, [[Wildberry Wolf|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]] (with a flavor that can be best described as "blue"). Some of these you're not sure of... new flavors? Special releases from other countries? But you see [[Dragonfruit Devil|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]], [[Guarana Gator|MikeAppSoda3x1]], [[Chocolate Chipmunk|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]], and [[Citrus Clydesdale|MikeAppSoda1x2]].\n\nOf course, there is one thing you always loved to do with soda when you were a kid, and seeing all those cans and cups lined up in a nice, neat row suddenly brings the desire to do it again roaring back with a near-insane desire... you could [[mix a bunch together in one glass|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]] and gulp it down in an orgy of disgustingly mingled flavors and ultimate sugar rush!

<img src=https://i.imgur.com/YDY4bju.jpg>\n\nThis is Reclamation. A room even more starkly white and somehow aesthetically utilitarian than even the area outside. This room features a number of medical devices, such as the flat, glass-topped biobed in the center with robotic armatures and a lit ring that slides along it, meaning that it can technically be used for healing or just altering slaves. \n\nHowever, the primary purpose of this room, and that bed, is to repurpose slaves into service gynoids. Whether you're just tired of them or want to experience the thrill of capturing that character with that method again, having them lay on that bed and starting the reclamation process will proceed to turn them into a faceless, mindless automaton, indistinguishable from the others inhabiting the hidden wall slots of the whole facility, utterly and literally existing for no other reason than to clean, serve, and occasionally use the fleshlight between their legs to get you off.\n\n<hr>\n[[Start a reclamation.|Capture-Reclamation]]\n\n[[Lower Level.|Capture-HabLL]]

Unable to help yourself, you slip over, carefully leaning in and pressing your eye to the crack in the door. What you see almost makes you disastrously stumble into the room, but you stop yourself in time, just staring at the sight inside.\n\nYou have a great view of Tanya's bed at this angle, and the fact that she's face down, ass up on it, her perfect, tanned body writhing a little. She's moaning into the pillow, and as close as you are now you can actually hear her gasping, "Oh fuck, oh yes, fuck my ass, Daddy, slam your cock in my naughty ass!"\n\nAnd she's not just doing dirty talk when she says 'Daddy' either. You can easily recognize the muscular form of Kevin's father balanced on his feet behind his daughter, fucking forward and down, his thick cock disappearing between the perfect curves of his buttocks. He delivers a quick smack to her ass with one hand, making her squeal into the pillow.\n\nYour cock gives a throb as you stare at the show. Whatever you may think of this sight, it apparently likes it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Watch and jerk off.|QOKevPorn4x1]]\n\n[[Retreat!|QOKevPorn3x3]]

That pussy just looks way too perfect and pink for you to not want to destroy it with the swaying white monster you've got between your legs now. Keeping her head shoved down with one hand, you use the other to aim your cock, rubbing the broad, flared head up and down her slit, parting the plump little lips slightly each time.\n\n"Ah! Ah, oh wait!" she gasps out, some of those moans definitely pleasured (as you could guess by some of the wetness clinging to your cockhead after your rubbing). "Wait, I'm currently set 'breeding:yes', you really mustn't-!"\n\nAlas, her resistance only makes your penis harder, and with a decidedly smug-sounding whinny, you shove forward, making her scream as you stuff a good twelve inches into her at one go. Of course, the fact that her pussy immediately starts squeezing and rippling around you says she probably came the moment you did it, so there's that. Moving both your hands to her slender waist, you start yanking her back against each thrust, quickly hilting inside of her. You really start pounding her for all you're worth, somehow not caring if you break her... you're too busy enjoying the feel of her pussy clenching and tight and wet around you, and seeing her still black-clad tits bounce and sway around under her.\n\nWith your height and strength, you can basically just use the poor little scientist like a literal cocksleeve, mostly yanking her back and forth along your length like a masturbation aid, barely having to thrust your hips at all. Still, thrusting gives you the satisfying impact of your big stony hips against her round yielding ass, and the feel of your balls swinging forward to slap against the front of her crotch. From the little bit of a squeal she gives each time there's that particular ball-slapping sound, her clit is getting a good smack every time it happens, besides being stimulated by her pussy being stretched so wide... a form of abuse she doesn't seem to mind at all, from the way her cunt keeps giving regular gushes of wetness around you every few thrusts.\n\nYou take your time with her this time around... you get the sense you could probably go all day anyway, but you are on your third load and it's granted you a bit more staying power. Besides, you enjoy watching her sort of degenerate the longer you fuck her. At first it's all squeals and gasps and occasional pleas to stop because you're sure to impregnate her at this rate. Then it shifts to simply lots of moaning and whimpering and occasional little yowls as she cums particularly hard. Then she gets vocal again, in decidedly unscientific language, begging you to fuck her more, fuck her harder, give her more of that big animal cock and knock her little whore pussy up with your foals, which you particularly enjoy.\n\nIt's when she goes non-verbal again, her eyes rolled up all the way and her lips curved in a brainless smile, tongue lolled out and her breathing coming out as almost hysterical laughter that you finally decide she's had enough. Well, almost enough. Giving a short, neighlike grunt, you shove forward and grind your hips against her ass, making sure to get in as deep as you can before unleashing the load you've been holding back. You're not sure at this point who's getting off more on knowing that the feel of the hot, wet flood inside her is impregnating her, at this point... you or her. Because she certainly gives a yowl of pure joy as you pump her full of horsespunk, her whole body shuddering. Her belly swells up even bigger than before... this one's been building for a little while and might actually be bigger than the other two combined. Her stomach gets larger and larger, wobbling as it gets bigger, finally splitting the fabric of the bodysuit and allowing her bellybutton to press against the floor of the testing chamber.\n\nYou wait a few moments once you notice it's not getting any bigger, then slowly pull out, your cock wobbling and swaying, dripping a thick mixture of girlcum and horsecum. Her once pristine and perfect pink pussy is now gaping wide, somewhat reddened from being stretched so far, a steady flow of white oozing along the bottom of it to dribble onto the floor. She pants and gasps a few times, then manages a few shaky words.\n\n"I think... I think we're going to make beautiful Science babies together... if... if that's alright with you..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|MikeAppSoda1xEnd]]

You narrow your eyes in distrust as the white-skinned woman approaches... maybe it's just the fact that you're apparently dealing with people that knew they were asking you to test some sort of mutagen they were trying to hawk as soda, but you don't trust her. Of course, as you notice the slight jiggles of her breasts under the bodysuit, your distrust turns into a different sort of emotion, still aimed squarely at the woman in front of you.\n\nYour slightly flagging cock swells back to full mast, apparently unnoticed by the woman as she moves close to you and reaches up to bring the injecter to your arm. Moving with newfound speed, you grab the device and yank it from her grip, throwing it across the room to smash against the wall. Before she can do much more than yelp in shock, you grab her and force her to her knees in front of you, your cock slapping against the side of her head before you draw back and align it with her mouth.\n\n"Wait! This isn't good SciHGLRK!" she tries to protest just before you roughly shove the flared head of your prick past her white lips and force it forward and down her throat, mercilessly pushing forward without any real care for her safety. Something tells you she can take it. Gripping her head firmly, you get a good half of your immense horsecock down her throat before you even start thrusting, half working your powerful hips and half moving her head back and forth. She raises delicate white hands to shove at your hips, even giving a few little thumps of a fist against one, before she seems to realize it's futile and just resting her hands on your thighs, as if to help her keep balance.\n\nHer dark eyes are rolled up to look at you as you rape her pretty face, and you smirk wickedly down at her with your horselike face, somehow hoping they're recording everything just like the cameras they resemble. Then you begin really fucking her mouth, shoving her all the way down to the root before starting to pump back and forth. Her lips drag along your length as you haul her back and then shove forward, your huge heavy balls swinging forward to slap at the front of her bulged-out throat. Her eyes roll up further, going from looking at your face to almost disappearing into her head, her quags and grunts almost inaudible over the wet slurping noise and the sound of heavy horseballs hitting skin.\n\nYou whinny and snort, tossing your head occasionally, but mostly trying to focus down on the look on her face, previously so haughty and distant, but now with those rolled-up eyes, bulged cheeks tears streaking down her cheeks and leaving dark mascara trails, and drool making a mess of her chin. The lewd sight of it just spurs you on, and you start thrusting faster and faster, until finally you yank her in and shove her head down, grinding her pert little nose against your crotch as you whinny loudly, firing a second load directly into her belly. Her stomach quickly swells and grows under the material of the bodysuit, going from perfectly flat to swollen as if she were a few months pregnant in a matter of moments.\n\nYanking your cock out leaves her coughing and gasping, her body shaking slightly from the intensity of the experience you just forced on her. "This... what Science is this...?" she asks hoarsely, her tone indicating she's probably too out-of-it to even know what she's saying. Smirking and deciding you like the "degraded and humiliated" look on her, you grip your cock with one hand and aim it at her, taking a moment to internally relax a few muscles before releasing a bright yellow stream that splashes right against her face and her open, gasping mouth. She yelps, jerking a bit, reflexively closing her mouth and swallowing. "Ah... Serum 47-B," she notes in a detached tone, not resisting any further as you hose her down with a constant stream of citrus-flavored soda piss.\n\nBy the time you're done, her hair is soaked and matted against her head, the lab coat is stained and dripping, and it looks like the bodysuit is almost as soaked as if she'd stepped into a shower (other than a golden one, that is). Giving a satisfied snort, you move behind her and grab at the labcoat, yanking and tugging to get it off of her, the defeated scientist allowing herself to be manipulated as if she were a doll. Tossing the soaked white garment away, you put her back on her knees and push her forward, shoving her piss-damp cheek against the floor before using your other hand to rip away the crotch of her bodysuit, revealing a pale, soft pink pussy and equally pristine-looking pucker.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her right in the pussy.|MikeAppSoda1x5]]\n\n[[Dat ass.|MikeAppSodaPlaceholder]]

Deciding you don't quite know how to deal with this, you back away from the door as quietly as possible, and decide to stay out of the way as much as possible for the rest of the night. Retreating down the stairs, you flop out on the couch, ignoring your throbbing cock until it eventually starts to soften.\n\nEventually you fall into a light doze, and wake up to Kevin shaking you and telling you to come upstairs. For a moment you're worried, before he starts gently teasing you about being too shy to watch a porno with other guys. Relieved, you follow him back upstairs, stealing a glance at Tanya's room and seeing that the light's off. Trying to put it out of your head, you lay down on the rolling bed put in Kevin's room for you and go to sleep.\n\nThe next day the two of you are sitting at the breakfast table eating, Kevin nattering cheerfully about possible plans for the day. You almost choke on your cereal when Tanya walks in, wearing a snug white t-shirt and very short denim cutoffs. She glances over the both of you, usual expression in place... bland acknowledgement of the both of you's existence without any strong feelings one way or the other. Except that after a moment she says, "Squirt, I wanna have a talk with your little friend. Get lost."\n\n"Uh, excuse you?" Kevin says with a frown. "How about <i>you</i> get lost, Sprout?"\n\nTanya turns her very green gaze on him, and says flatly, "I know what's in the 'Bardock's Revenge' case."\n\nIt's Kevin's turn to choke a bit on his cereal, coughing and thumping a hand against his chest. He gives you an apologetic glance, then murmurs, "Meetcha in the backyard, dude," before getting lost.\n\nYou quail in place as those emerald eyes turn on you, before Tanya says, "Let's talk in my room." Numbly, you rise and follow her, wondering if she's going to hit you or something. Though even in this state, you can't help but stare a little at her denim-hugged ass as she ascends the stairs in front of you, before you avert your eyes bashfully. She shows you into her room and closes the door, then beckons again. Once you're standing in front of her computer chair, she says, "Have a seat," before giving you a light shove back into it. You squirm, torn between looking up at her and looking away as she looms above you, hands on her hips.\n\n"So. I know you saw last night." Your head snaps around to look at her, and your expression makes her roll her eyes. "Gawd, that just confirms it. You are terrible at keeping stuff to yourself, aren't you?"\n\n"Uh, I mean... I can?" you offer weakly, feeling a little faint.\n\n"Sure you can. And you're gonna." She narrows her eyes at you, then gives a little huff, closing her eyes and tilting her head. "I'd threaten to smack you around some, but it's not like you're not already scared of me. I think it'd work better if you stood to lose something if you ever did tell." She eyes you for a few moments, then grins. "Yeah. Don't worry, kid, this'll work out for the both of us."\n\n"Er-"\n\n"Nah, just shut up. I'll tell you what... my friends at college have the hookup for anything a little school scrub like you could possibly want. You want, I'll be your contact... we'll take you from schlub to stud in the eyes of your little school friends in no time." She seems to consider some more, then rubs her chin. "Or maybe it's the 'stud' rep you want. I know a girl about your age, she'd do just about anything for me. She'd totally date you if I asked."\n\n"D-date me?" you murmur, your cheeks flushing.\n\n"Hon, if I told her, she'd fuck your brains out whenever you asked. Not only that, she'll tell all her little friends what a good job you did fucking her brains out. In a couple weeks you'd be covered in more horny schoolgirls than even a horny schoolboy would know what to do with." While you're trying desperately to process that idea, your head still spinning, you see a slow grin curl her lips. "Hm. Though maybe it's not girls your own age you like, huh?" She leans down, resting her hands on the arms of the chair and moving so that her cotton-clad tits hang down right in your face. "I've seen the way you blush looking at me, you shy little motherfucker. You want some of what you saw last night? Mm, it's not like you're ugly, I wouldn't mind. Too much," she adds in a smug coo.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hookup.|QOKevPorn5x1]]\n\n[[Girlfriend.|QOKevPorn3x4]]\n\n[[Tanya.|QOKevPorn8x1]]

"Um." You're not really sure about this whole thing, but... well, you're not intending to tell anyone anyway, maybe if you just meet this other girl, Tanya will be satisfied and leave you alone. "I... I guess maybe I'd like to... meet that girl my age?"\n\n"Tch, not me?" Tanya mock-pouts, then smirks broadly again. "Nah, I know and you know that I'm way more woman than you could handle." She slips a hand down to squeeze your crotch lightly, making you gasp and jump. "Your head would probably explode if I took my shirt off. It's good for you to stick with girls your own age, especially bein' the shy little fucker you are."\n\nStill not sure whether you've been comforted or insulted, you sit and focus on trying to calm your erection as she straightens up and saunters away a little. "Amber is out of town right now, plus I'll need to track her down and explain everything to her once she gets back. So don't expect to see her until the start of the school year." She turns back to face you and winks, tapping her cheek with one finger. "But trust me. You'll enjoy having her as your girlfriend." Then she points that finger at you. "And I can take her away in an instant if I ever find out you told <i>anyone</i>, including her, about what you saw. Clear?"\n\nOnce you've nodded vigorously, she smirks again. "Good. Glad we understand each other. Now get outta here, go play house with my little brother, suck each other's dicks, whatever it is you two do." Released, you finally scramble out of the chair and out of the room, practically throwing yourself down the stairs and rolling out into the backyard once you hit the ground. It's not quite that dramatic, but it feels like it is. Kevin blinks and turns to look at you as you run up to him, face flushed and breath coming in heaving pants.\n\n"Dude, what the hell did she want?"\n\n"Uh." You shake your head, then mutter, "She... thought one of us took something of hers, so... she was..."\n\nKevin rolls his eyes. "Figures she'd pick on you. What a bitch."\n\nActually, Tanya's fairly nice to you for the rest of the summer, whenever you're over at Kevin's. Well, nice might be stretching it, but 'more pleasant' probably works. And she definitely keeps mentioning, where others can hear, that she's got a younger friend who would be just perfect for you. Still, as summer stretches on and days blur together, you halfway forget about the whole thing. Maybe it was just a dream, and Tanya's occasional mentions are just her teasing you. By the time summer begins to wind down and back to school supplies are bought, you're really not expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen, just a long, mostly dull school year ahead of you, punctuated by occasional bits of fun with the few friends you have.\n\nSo it's absolutely a shock when, as you're walking down the hall on the morning of the first day of school, a senior girl snags you by the shoulder and pulls you around, gently pushing your back against some lockers and leaning on one hand planted beside your head. She looks a lot like Tanya, actually, if a younger, shorter, less endowed version of Tanya. But her hair is almost the same, her eyes are a slightly duller shade of green, and she's got the same perfect tan. She's wearing a snug long-sleeved designer shirt with black sleeves and a white torso, a black pleated skirt, and the blue thigh-highs that are popular with all the, well, popular girls in school.\n\n"You're Jamie, right?" she practically purrs. "I'm Amber." Her shiny pink-painted lips curl in a smile. "Tanya told me I'm your girlfriend now. Hi."\n\nHoly shit! You stare at her, lips opening and closing just a little. You really hadn't believed Tanya, but you supposed that if she did mean what she said, that 'Amber' was probably some kind of homely girl sucking up to her in a desperate bid to be popular. That thought had always kind of been in the back of your mind, but this girl... not only is she two years older than you, she's drop-dead gorgeous, and obviously a member of the preppy clique that even Kevin would probably have difficulty talking to without being laughed off!\n\nShe gives a little snort, though she's still smiling as she brings a hand up and runs perfectly-manicured pink nails along your cheek. "Tanya did say you were a 'shy little motherfucker'. Guess she's right. Still, she also said you were a little cute. And you are. Listen, just relaaax." She giggles and pats your cheek. "I'm not gonna bite. Unless you ask me to. Because I'll do anything you ask me to, baby. Anything to make Tanya happy."\n\nYour brain really tries to comprehend that, and is having difficulty. But you really get the sense you should say something.\n\n<hr>\n[["Prove it."|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]\n\n[["You don't have to."|QOKevPorn3x5]]

Grinning at one particular whisper from Zane, you nod to him and slip your wand out of your bag, carefully making a few motions amidst the crowd and giving it a slight jab towards Patricia.\n\nThe other blonde is on her way towards Walther Penningham III, one of the various wealthy men she's been sniffing around trying to turn into her next Daddy substitute. She's just raised her hand and called out to him when she passes by a cabinet. In a complete and utter fluke of bad luck, one of the little leaf-like flaps of her costume catches firmly on the cabinet, and as she trots forward several of the seams give way, leaving her to walk right out of her costume before she even realizes anything's happened. Apparently either she felt the design called for it or she thought panties would slow her down once she got her hands on this evening's rich bachelor, because it turns out that like you, she's going commando. Her tits give a little jiggle as they come tumbling free of the ripped green fabric, her ass left completely bare as the fairly modest triangle of cloth that had been covering it is pulled away to dangle down off the side of the cabinet with the rest, leaving her in nothing but green slippers and the glowing wings that have been costume glued to her bare back.\n\nPatricia stops cold, standing there in shock for long moments as if her brain were refusing to comprehend what exactly had just happened to her. Walther's eyes have widened a little, his head having turned towards her just in time to catch the sight of her standing naked in the crowd... a crowd which has also all turned towards her as whispers and pointing begins. It's only the first blurts and outbursts of laughter that apparently snap Patricia out of it, and she whips her head back and forth, mouth agape as what must feel like the entire party stares at her naked body, pointing and laughing at her. She claps an arm across her breasts but can't quite cover them all, and cupping a hand over her crotch does nothing to hide her completely naked ass as she squirms and twists in embarrassment under the mockery of the crowd. Then she turns and bolts for the door, sobbing as she flashes her puckered asshole at everyone with the jiggles of her bare butt.\n\n"Nyaaahahahahaha!" Zane cackles as you let out your own laugh, the other party-goers talking excitedly about the incident and showing off their cell phone photos and video to each other. \n\n"Hm? Did something happen?"\n\nStill grinning, you turn towards the nearby stairs. As usual, Natalia has gone 'full princess', wearing a glittery pink gown that's just tasteful and minimalist enough to avoid looking like a cupcake, a tiara perched atop her strawberry blonde hair. You have little doubt that her costume also cost as much as your car, but in her case can't hold it against her because, well, she's not a bitch about it. "Hi, Talia. Oh, Patricia just had a little problem with her costume so she decided to call it an early evening."\n\n"That's a shame," Natalia replies gently, in that way truly nice people have of saying they regret something unfortunate happened even if it happened to someone really awful. Then her turquoise eyes light up. "Oh! Oh isn't he precious!" she cries, stepping close, and hesitating for a moment as she raises her hand. "Oh, is it alright if I...?"\n\n"Sure, he loves it," you encourage, grinning at the sight of your very smug cat as your friend starts gently stroking his head and back.\n\n"Oh he's so beautiful, look at those lovely purple eyes," she coos. She raises both hands, casting a brief glance at you for confirmation, before picking him up and hugging him to her chest. You doubt Zane will have anything to complain about there since he likes yours... you and Natalia wear pretty much exactly the same bra size. "Oh precious baby, you are just the loviest thing, aren't you?" she continues as Zane purrs up a storm, rubbing his head against her pink-hugged cleavage. "Where on Earth did you get him, Hol?"\n\n"He came with my costume, actually." As your friend gets the same vaguely scandalized look on her face you no doubt got, you laugh a little and wave a hand. "He did, he did, but he's not a rental or anything, he's adorable. He's a new member of the family!"\n\n"Well good," Natalia murmurs, lifting Zane's head up with one hand and kissing him between the ears, your cat's tail flicking back and forth contentedly. "I'm glad to see you, Holly, would you like to come upstairs? The party's a little more sedate up there, you can get a bite to eat and something to drink in peace before coming back down to mingle!"\n\nTranslation: Please let me take this cat into semi-private so I may spoil him rotten. Yup, that's Talia alright. You've always wondered why she doesn't have a dozen cats since she loves other peoples' so much, but maybe it's just one of those things.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with her.|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[Let her take Zane up.|HollyWitch2x3]]\n\n[[Suggest she stay down here.|HollyWitch3x1]]

Ooo yes, definitely some delicious characters there! You grin wolfishly (appropriately enough) and select Final Fantasy VII, then glance at the available characters.\n\n[[Tifa Lockhart|GG-FF-BB-TifaStart]]\n\n[[Yuffie Kisaragi|GG-FF-BB-YuffieStart]]\n\n[[Aerith Gainsborough|GG-FF-BB-AerStart]]\n\n[[Fight all three|GG-FF-BB-FF7TrioStart]]\n\n[[Cloud Strife|GG-FF-BB-CloudStart]]

Having caught your breath enough to move, you quickly shuck the panties as well, letting your own horse-sized prick spring free and wobble in the night air as you move. Shifting to stand bent-over beneath the horse, you twist to reach behind yourself. You hesitate just for a moment as you shift his cock up, bringing it a bit more towards your ass... he's way bigger than any of the toys Elly used on you. But somehow you just know you'll be able to take it, with whatever those damn magic panties have done to you. Forgetting about any possible concerns you might have had about size or sexuality as a fresh wave of lust hits you, you press the rounded tip of the flared head against your asshole and quickly brace your hands against the horse's forelegs.\n\nIt doesn't take much more than a wiggle of your hips to encourage the stallion to thrust forward, and your eyes roll up in your head some as that flared head and multiple inches of thick, speckled cock are crammed inside you. You gasp and start moaning eagerly as the beast begins thrusting harder, forcing more and more of his cock up your tight teenage hole, rocking your body and making your own equine-scale dick wobble around beneath you with every thrust. Soon the horse is driving forward hard, fucking at least half of its massive animal prick into you with each thrust. The position means he can't really go balls deep, as much as you wish you could feel that heavy, black leathery sack slamming against your own softball-sized orbs right now.\n\nYou cum long before the stallion does, your ass squeezing down around his prick as your cock begins shooting long, thick blasts of cum to splatter like quarts of paint against the side of the water trough. Your eyes roll completely up and your tongue lolls out as the stallion just keeps fucking your eager little ass while your cock twitches and spurts. In fact once you start cumming it's almost like you can't stop, your prick soon shooting out thick splatters of cum every time the horse thrusts into you. It's pure lustful instinct that has you jerking your hips back towards him, shaking your ass like a whore for a stupid animal as it thoughtlessly tries to mate with your ass.\n\nOf course if you could get pregnant you're pretty sure you would as the horse finally gives a long, loud whinny and drives forward, managing to stuff almost all of its prick up your ass, the bulging outline of its cock in your belly gradually starting to disappear as its loud floods you and rounds you out. Your stomach bloats up rounder and rounder as the horse pumps its own seeming gallons of cum into your ass, your body shuddering and twitching as it does, your cock angled lower by the press of your cum-bloated belly as it continues to spurt its own load.\n\nEventually the horse finishes using your ass as its cum dump, and it begins to go soft, the thick shaft gradually sliding out of your ass and leaving it to gape, cum pouring down your balls and along your own slowly relaxing shaft. You pant heavily, slumping forward against the horse's forelegs as its cum gradually leaks out of you.\n\nMore... you want more... you don't care whether it's the magic of the now discarded panties driving you, or just your own lusts, you want to fuck more...\n\n<hr>\n[[Get fucked in the ass again.|EllyElephant2x9a]]\n\n[[Take your turn fucking his ass.|EllyElephant]]

"Huh, so she's a princess that comes pre-kidnapped, huh?" you muse aloud, not really realizing you have until Mary responds.\n\n"Oooo? Master, it seems like you're thinking of something, what is it?"\n\n"Ah, well." You rub the back of your head sheepishly. "I was just thinking, if this is really an 'adventure world' and I have all these super stats, isn't it kind of a common thing for someone to decide to become... y'know... the Demon King?"\n\n"Oooo! Ooooo! OOOOOOOO!" Mary squeals excitedly, clasping her hands together and doing a little twirl in midair. "Master, I hadn't even thought of you becoming a Demon King! But that is totally the best idea everrrrr! Oh my gosh I'm so proud of you, deciding to conquer the world!"\n\n"Eheh, um, well, I dunno about conquering the world," you murmur. "But if it's going to be a wild adventure where we do what we want... I guess it does seem like it might be fun to be the bad guy."\n\n"I soooo approve," she practically moans, flitting in close to kiss your cheek. "You definitely ought to cut loose with your wildest imagination and be a great Demon King, Master! And you're right, kidnapping a princess is a great place to start! That'll get Heroes coming after you, but since you've got better stats and powers than any local Hero, you'll definitely be a Demon King who won't get defeated!"\n\n"Let's not jinx it. But okay, so, we've got a kidnapped princess," you muse, looking at the unconscious girl before you. "So, uh... what do we do with her?"\n\n"Hm. Okay, well, one thing is you could put her in Storage," Mary answers, flitting down to poke Katalina's (ooze-smeared) cheek. "That'd save having to mess with her."\n\n"Eh? I can put <i>people</i> in my item storage?" You blink at that idea.\n\n"Well this one for sure! I mean, we've already been talking about her like a resource, right? Right now she's not Princess Katalina Pearcider, she's 'Unconscious Kidnapped Princess'. Just treat her like an object and put her in Storage with the rest of your stuff. Time doesn't pass in storage, so when you're ready to take her out she'll still be exactly like this, thinking she just got attacked by that lewd plant. Orrr you could make a slave collar for her!"\n\n"And make her obey me?"\n\n"That's riiiight! You should have some collars and chokers and stuff in your inventory, you can just make up a spell like 'Create Slave Collar' on one and put it on her before she wakes up."\n\n<hr>\n[[Put her in storage.|QODK1x2]]\n\n[[Make a slave collar.|QODK2x1]]

Your eyes fix on the horse, and you find yourself already clambering over the gate and wandering towards him as if drawn, your lips still parted and horny, huffed breaths rushing between them. Your eyes roam over his sleek flanks, those big heavy balls and the obviously thick sheath, the big muscular black pucker of his ass.\n\nYou stop behind him, swallowing heavily again. You can feel your hidden cock twitching eagerly... but the same can also be said of your ass, your buttocks clenching as if eager to be wrapped around something. Whatever these panties are doing to you, it's clear that they've made you cease to care who your partner is, <i>what</i> your partner is, let alone how you take them or are taken by them. You just... you really need to...\n\n<hr>\n[[... fuck him.|EllyElephant]]\n\n[[... get fucked by him.|EllyElephant2x7]]

Moaning, you step forward and lean in, rubbing your face up against those dangling balls. The horse gives a little snort as you start rubbing and licking at his balls, but you can also see his sheath beginning to swell and fill up. Reaching forward you grip the slightly loose flesh and start jerking it back and forth lightly, watching his shaft gradually slide out in response, dropping down to hang in a low curve. Moving forward and kneeling beneath him and in front of it, you reach up to wrap both hands around the black and pink speckled thing, stroking and pumping it eagerly, watching it wobble and gradually stand stiffer in front of your face. Soon it's even bigger than your own overgrown prick and dribbling animal pre from the tip.\n\nMoaning again in wanton, almost bestial lust of your own, you lean forward and press your mouth to the horse's cocktip, swirling your tongue and gulping at the pre as you pump along the shaft with both hands. You enjoyed sucking your own cock and now you're finding almost as much joy in sucking this stallion's, in watching his heavy black balls sway and wobble as he shifts his hooves, hearing him snort and nicker softly above you as you suck him off. You push forward, actually getting more of the head into your mouth, feeling the vague urge to see if you could take it all. But you're also enjoying the feel of it hot and throbbing in your hands, those dribbles and light spurts of pre into your mouth, so for now you just concentrate on sucking the head and stroking the shaft, occasionally rolling your eyes up to look at the black expanse of equine above you.\n\nEventually the horse gives a loud whinny and your mouth is quickly filled with a gush of hot, thick animal jizz. Swallowing quickly, you yank your head back, gasping and moaning as gush after gush of equine cum splatters all over your face and chest, quickly soaking your shirt down to your skin and dripping off of you as thick white goo. Panting, you continue stroking a bit as the spurts slow to trickles. Though the stallion had almost immediately begun to soften, your continued strokes quickly bring the virile beast back up to hardnes.\n\n'Good, because I need him to fuck me,' you think heedlessly as you pull off your shirts, tossing them aside and revealing your slightly cum-slick chest to the moonlight. You wiggle out of your jeans as well, shoving them and your shoes and socks off, then for a moment lay sprawled under the horse, looking up at that massive equine prick that will soon be inside you, your crotch still smooth beneath the panties and body still sleeker and girlier than usual. Really, there's only one question...\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave the panties on.|EllyElephant]]\n\n[[Take them off.|EllyElephant2x8]]

You pull a face looking at the extremely girly panties, but then glance down at your underwear on the floor, now looking too stretched to even be worn anymore. Sighing, you nod. "Okay. Thanks."\n\n"Here you go, cutie," Elly chirps, handing the panties over. Thinking she sounds a little <i>too</i> cheerful, you nevertheless accept them. They do look kind of your size, actually... how would Elly have used them? Well, she did imply they were pretty much magic, maybe they're an extreme version of one-size-fits-all. Shrugging, you bend over and step into them, honestly sort of expecting them to meet the same fate as your briefs.\n\nInstead, they slide up your legs without any problem. You blink as you finish pulling them up, shifting the waistband until it rests on your hips, blushing a bit at the feel of the back of it tucking up between your buttcheeks. They... fit. Actually, more than that... the front of your crotch is completely smooth! You stare down at the red heart in shock and worry, and quickly push the panties back down. Your baseball bat of a dick immediately comes spilling back out, your heavy balls settling into the pink fabric and stretching it out. You stare again for a moment, then attempt to tuck yourself away... your cock slips in as smoothly as butter, and once again you're left with a completely flat crotch, as if there were nothing there.\n\n"Oooo, you're even cuter than ever, sugar! Look!" Elly cries, turning you towards the mirror. You look at yourself and your jaw drops a little. You do look... well, cuter. Actually maybe the better phrase is 'a little girly'... a bit more curve to your hips and even your legs. The changes to your face are subtle, but you look... well, androgynous, you think that's the word. Like most people could figure you for either a boy or a girl, if they didn't see your panties... or your huge dick. You almost ditch the panties immediately, then sigh and give up. Elly did say there would be 'side effects'... it's this or nothing.\n\nYou finish dressing, and once in your baggy clothes with the pink thong safely hidden under your jeans, you feel a bit more like yourself, even if you do still look like either a really pretty boy or a really flat-chested girl. You twist back and forth a bit to see if you're likely to come spilling out of the panties and bust your jeans open, but you don't even feel anything shift... it's like your prick has been shunted into another dimension or something. Elly passes you a card. "Here, this is the place I got them. You can call them up once you get on your feet, maybe they make stuff that's more fitting a masculine sensibility. You never know!"\n\nElly shows you out of the park, hugging you at the gate and waving as you head for the bus terminal. Probably looks perfectly innocent to all the families leaving... heh, if only they knew that was a 'thanks for letting me supersize your cock and ride it for hours' hug. Worldland is apparently enough of a destination that the bus terminal within walking distance of the entrance sells tickets to almost everywhere. You peruse the menu for awhile, before finally picking a city mostly for how cheap the rate is and how far it is from where you used to live. You clamber aboard the bus, trying to ignore the somewhat curious gazes of some of the people around, knowing they must be wondering about your gender. You settle into a seat, and even before the bus has finished boarding you fall asleep, all those hours of being ridden hard and then put away wet catching up to you.\n\nWhen you come to, it's the middle of the night. You blink blearily, staring out the window and seeing nothing but the faint outlines of pastures going by. You glance around the bus, noting that there's not that many people on at the moment. Of course despite that, there's a middle-aged guy in a cheap suit who had to sit right next to you. Figures, there's always one. Up ahead of you there's a fairly attractive tanned woman who's a little younger than suit guy, but her vest-and-t-shirt combo coupled with comfy jeans scream 'mom'... must be on her way home to her kids or something. Either that or maybe the two teenagers who look close to your age but are sitting towards the back of the bus are hers but just don't want to be seen with her. The portly black guy driving the bus is the only other person aboard. All those empty seats, and this dude had to sit next to you, geez, is he a perv or something? Well, he seems to be sleeping innocently enough at least, just like you were.\n\nSuddenly your whole body feels hot. You strangle a gasp as you suddenly find yourself writhing in your seat, feeling like you want to crawl out of your skin. God, you <i>need</i> to fuck! You find yourself breathing heavily, eyes wide, mystified by this sudden overpowering urge. Sudden horniness is nothing new, obviously, but this is more intense than anything you've ever felt before. You think you'll go <i>crazy</i> if you don't have sex in the next couple of minutes. Could this be another side effect of these damn panties?! Either way, you can feel your hidden-away cock twitching and surging even if your crotch visibly remains as smooth and flat as ever... but you also feel your asshole twitch and shiver eagerly. The intensity of your desire is quickly breaking down your concept of heterosexuality, and you're finding you don't care whether it's a guy or a girl, you <i>need</i> sex, and now!\n\n<hr>\n[[The guy next to you.|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]\n\n[[The MILF.|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]\n\n[[The teens.|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]\n\n[[The driver.|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Abandon bus!|EllyElephant2x5]]

Not sure how you'd even deal with trying to get some from the other passengers, and feeling yourself on the verge of doing something you might regret, you leap to your feet and yank the emergency stop above. The bus screeches to a halt, jolting everyone and causing blurts of outrage from the other passengers, the driver demanding to know what you're doing. Rather than answer you shove past the guy next to you and race to the exit, slapping the emergency open button and leaping past the steps and out the open door, taking off down the road like you were being chased by bats out of Hell.\n\nYou pelt down the side of the road, not really looking where you're going or thinking about it other than that you need to get <i>away</i>. Eventually you slow to a stop, your body covered in sweat and your lungs burning. You lean forward to put your hands on your knees as you try to catch your breath, at the same time trying to get a sense of your body. The overwhelming arousal has dropped off a little at the moment, possibly due to your physical exertion... but you can already feel it starting to press back in around you, your body tingling and warm even beneath the feeling of having run so fast.\n\nStraightening up, you look back towards the way you came. The bus is just barely visible by its headlights, and a second later those start to move again. They must have figured you'd gotten high or gone crazy or something and decided you were too dangerous or whatever to try looking for. Which means you're out here in the middle of nowhere, on foot, and steadily getting the insatiable desire to fuck back. Perfect.\n\nThe pace of your panting is starting to change from "exhausted and tired" to "excited and horny". Obviously you're going to have to do something about this, but what? Then you notice that in the pasture to the right, there's a horse drinking from a large metal trough... since his back is to you, you can see that it's definitely a "him", with big, heavy black balls dangling down between his legs. You look over to the left and see a milk cow cropping grass, its pink udder sloshing under it as it moves slightly.\n\nWell... you are all alone out here, not like anyone would ever know...\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck the stallion.|EllyElephant2x6]]\n\n[[Fuck the cow.|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]

"Let's fuck," you murmur, not doubting at all that you have the stamina to do so. Heck, at this point you're not sure if your cock will ever go limp again, and you're not sure if you care.\n\n"You got it, sugar." Elly finally strips off the large cotton panties she's wearing and tosses them aside, revealing her molded cloth pussy. But before anything else, she grins and reaches under the bed again, messing with something out of sight. This time when she lifts your balls and pushes you up a bit, you catch a glimpse of the large buttplug she's holding. Blushing in embarrassment but remembering how good the vibe felt, you don't resist as she places the tip up against your already slick pucker. You moan loudly as she starts pushing it in, the widening bulge of it forcing your asshole wider and wider open. Your toes curl as it just keeps spreading you wider and wider, then you cry out and let out an actual spurt of precum as the thickest part slides inside and the rest is just sort of sucked up into you, the rectangular base resting against your hole. You squirm and whimper at the feel of the thick black rubber plug inside you, even as Elly guides your cock upwards with one hand.\n\nShe actually has to stand up to get up high enough, before lowering herself towards your knees, your huge prick parting the stiff purple folds of her cunt and sliding inside. You groan at the feel, which is such a strange study in contrasts... soft but also a bit rough, yielding but firm, just like the rest of her body that you've touched. She settles down onto you all the way, the massive mascot rolling her huge hips as she angles her cartoonish head down towards you. Then she begins riding you, her immense purple tits as stiff and still as boulders even as she moves fast and hard enough to make the bed creak.\n\nYou grab hold of her hips as best you're able, really just along for the ride at this point. Her slamming down on you drives you down against the bed, which of course presses the buttplug deeper into your ass each time. Elly moans and squeals happily, resting her toon-gloved hands behind her head like some sort of big purple pornstar, shaking her big elephant ass as she drives herself down on your cock. It doesn't take long before you're crying out and sending another immense load deep inside her fabric pussy, your ass squeezing around the plug as you do. But Elly doesn't even stop or slow down, just continuing to ride you, her thrusts taking on a lewd squelching noise as some of your cum leaks out and gets churned up, smearing across the cloth of her skin and turning into an oily gleam on yours.\n\nElly bounces on your cock for what feels like hours... actually, you're pretty sure it really is hours. She seems as inexhaustible as your enlarged cock and balls, the living mascot working your prick like there's no tomorrow, gyrating her hips to rub your cock around inside her against her now thoroughly cum-soaked inner walls. Eventually she turns around to face away from you, leaving you running your hands over the immense curves of her ass as she slams down on you harder than ever. By the time she finally seems to be satisfied and rises up off of you, your cock seems to have finally given out too, flopping limply down against your chest with a meaty, wet thwack, the head now resting against the hollow of your throat instead. You know for sure <i>you're</i> exhausted, laying there on the bed unable to so much as twitch as Elly moves around the room picking up clothes, humming cheerfully.\n\nYou must have fallen asleep at least briefly, because you come to as Elly's pulling the buttplug out of you. You give a low groan at the feeling of sudden emptiness, having gotten so used to the full, pleasurable feeling that it had seemed almost normal. Elly raises her head, smiling cheerfully as always. "Oh, you <i>are</i> awake. Why don't you go get cleaned up, hon? There's some bottles of water and juice in there too, probably best to rehydrate." She gestures to a door in one wall that you're half sure wasn't there before, but you've stopped being surprised by that sort of thing, so simply slide off the bed and stagger across the floor.\n\nYour cock wobbles around, smacking against your upper calves as you move. Even limp, it comes down to below your knees and is probably only a little thinner than a soda can. Staggering over to the large toilet, you actually have to hold it like a hose as you let loose a truly voluminous stream of piss into the bowl, shuddering a little as even that feels good. Man, everything about your downstairs seems bigger now. You spot several bottles of water and mixed juice on the countertop, and gulp down four of them, barely pausing for breath between. Woo, you <i>were</i> practically dry.\n\nAfter that you climb into the shower and start scrubbing off a few weeks of road dirt and a few hours of freaky sex. Of course, hot water, liquid soap, and your hands soon have your cock surging to life again, and what are you gonna do? Despite having just spent all those hours fucking, you eagerly pump your hands along your slick shaft, reveling in its sheer size as you work both hands along the full length, stifling a cry as you start jetting what must still be at least a gallon and a half of cum against the tile wall of the shower. Luckily, this time once you've cum your cock settles down again, softening in your grip and dropping limply between your legs, leaving you to finish washing off (and directing the showerhead at the wall for awhile).\n\nOnce you're out you dry off and wrap a towel around your waist. It's a huge towel and comes down to your ankles, almost like a dress, but even soft your cock makes an obvious bulge in the front of it. Man, what are you gonna <i>do</i> with this thing? ... Well, other than the obvious. Shaking your head ruefully, you head back out into the bedroom area. Elly's redressed, and is currently setting your folded clothes down on the seat of a chair. You blink as you notice a folded stack of money set atop them, but are distracted as the mascot speaks. "Ah! There you are, sugar! Just finished having these speed-cleaned. You were <i>such</i> a darling to indulge me, and it seemed like you were in a bit of a rough spot, so I threw in some cash to help you along."\n\n"Oh, thanks. I mean, you don't have to..." \n\n"I know, but I wanted to, cutie-pie. So, will you be [[moving on|EllyElephant2x3]]?" She rests a gloved hand atop your head and ruffles your hair. "Or you could certainly [[stick around for the night|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]. I know <i>I</i> wouldn't mind!"

"I probably better get going," you say after a few moments' thought. "I mean, I'm really grateful for the offer, and, um, everything... but it's not like I can stay here forever, right?"\n\n"Well, I suppose not," Elly says a bit sadly, despite her molded smile not wavering. "Oh well! But I'll at least show you out once you're dressed."\n\nNodding and giving her a smile, you try not to act bashful as you drop the towel and walk over to the chair, cock swinginging free. She did just literally fuck you to exhaustion, why be embarrassed about her seeing you naked?\n\nOf course, you fairly quickly discover a problem as you try to pull up your underwear... that being, your cock just won't fit. You squirm uncomfortably as you try to get them up, but they're pretty much full with just part of your shaft pressed into them, let alone trying to get them up high enough to cover your balls. You finally drop them and stare at your oversized dick, wondering what you'll do with this thing... not just immediately, you're starting to wonder if it will be like this forever.\n\n"Oh dear, I hadn't quite thought about that. Oh, here." Elly moves over to the dresser and pulls a drawer open, rummaging around for a moment, then coming up with a pink thong, a red heart on the front of it. She walks over, the panties looking like little more than a scrap of cloth held in her large fingers. "These should help. They're specially made for, hm, a slimming effect. They may also have a few minor side effects, but I don't think it's anything too bad. But they'll definitely let you move around a lot easier and fit into your clothes."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wear the panties.|EllyElephant2x4]]\n\n[[No way!|EllyElephant3x1]]

You pluck the orange pill from Nox's hand and pop it into your mouth, then blink and glance around, looking for a glass of water.\n\n"It's a virtual pill, dear, just swallow it," the program advises with a grin.\n\nBlushing, you nod and give a swallow, finding that you can feel it slide down your throat effortlessly. Nox nods in approval, then looks you up and down. "Well, that form they put you in is a little more suited to mindless fucking than it is to training to defy the system. I expected that might be a possibility, however, so I've prepared several possible forms for you to inhabit. They contain the programming equivalent of 'muscle memory' to make your training much easier. Of course, as I said, this is all about choice, so you need not be limited... will you choose a male form, a female form, or one that has the traits of both?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Male.|NoxM1x1]]\n\n[[Female.|NoxF1x1]]\n\n[[Both.|NoxH1x1]]

You think it over, frowning. "Usually the person being challenged gets to pick weapons, right?"\n\n"S'right," Kama grunts with a nod.\n\n"Well if he picks unarmed, he'd have a huge advantage over the rest of us. He's got about a foot on even Kama, and with those teeth and claws he's got more natural weapons. What we need is another fighter who won't be unarmed even if he's not wielding weapons." You consider a bit more, then grin. "Meridia, you still have that spell you mentioned earlier memorized, yes?"\n\n"I mentioned several but I haven't changed my spells since we last planned, no," the witch answers, looking confused.\n\n"And you and Liyal both have plenty of buff spells memorized, right?" At their still uncomprehending nods, you grin at the planned challenger in question. "Alright, buddy, you're up."\n\nAs the casters finish up their little burst of chanting (and you trying not to stare, and Kama openly leering), the king calls, "ENOUGH! You have had enough time, present your challenger!"\n\nYou turn around to face him, nodding. "Your majesty, we wish to challenge you for the rule of the Beastmen! The one who fights you will be Wick of the Starless Night!"\n\nYou and the others step aside, allowing Wick to rise fully to his feet now that he only has two of them. Now over six feet tall, his body is layered with defined but sleek muscle beneath his raven black fur (due to a combination of Bull's Strength and Cat's Grace, since he was a fair bit on the more slender side before), a faint heat aura surrounding his hands. Since none of you exactly had anything to give him to wear, he's completely naked, his balls and sheath covered in the same deep black fur, and both having been rather enhanced by the Bull's Strength spell, if you're not mistaken. 'Geez, Meridia's familiar turned into quite the breeding stud,' you can't help but think, and notice that Meridia herself is looking at him proudly... and with nearly as much naked desire as Kama is.\n\n"Very well! Wick of the Starless Night! I am Rorn, King of the Beastmen!" The lion man tosses aside his cape as he descends the short flight of stairs from his throne, crossing to the open center of the chamber. "Let us face each other as the mother goddess intended, with fang and claw!"\n\n"Suits me," Wick replies, his voice even and soft as he steps forward, tail flicking lightly back and forth, remaining upright even as the lion man settles into a low hunch forward as if ready to pounce.\n\nAnd pounce he does, leaping towards Wick with claws extended and mouth open in a wide roar to show numerous sharp teeth. But the fox's already considerable dexterity enhanced by the Cat's Grace spell lets him nimbly slip forward and underneath the leap. As his claws slip from his fingertips they burst into flame, the quality of Rorn's roar changing as the blazing nails slash along his side, not only leaving light slashes but visible burns surrounding them. Rorn rolls to his feet and comes up, tail lashing angrily as his eyes narrow. Wick just smiles coolly as he circles around to the side, giving a shrug before displaying his flaming claws again.\n\nRorn is obviously powerful, and an old hand at fighting both with only his natural weapons and against opponents with magical abilities. After that first brush he's much more careful, not leaving himself as open when he makes an attack or going charging in nearly as much. As such you can tell that Wick is now a bit on the defensive, especially after taking several powerful blows and only able to deliver glancing, but obviously still painful, scratches with his enchanted claws. You nibble your lower lip worriedly, shifting in place as you wonder what will happen to the fox you've become rather attached to if he loses.\n\n"Heh, don't worry, girl," Kama mutters, apparently noticing your fidgeting. "That king must be older than he looks, he's already starting to lose his fire."\n\nYou glance at her, then look again. Rorn does seem to be moving slower, and his breathing is more labored. ... Actually, are his muscles a bit smaller than before as well? Curious, you turn to mention it to Meridia... and notice that her lips are just barely moving as she speaks in an effectively silent whisper, and her fingers flicking gently. Glancing back to the fight, you notice Wick deliver another glancing strike across Rorn's stomach... and the beastman king actually staggers a little, looking noticeably clumsier in his movements.\n\n'... Oh, right, high-level witches can deliver touch spells through their familiar,' you suddenly remember with a blink. You're pretty sure that counts as cheating in a one-on-one duel... or, wait, does it? It is effectively one of Wick's natural abilities as a familiar after all... the fact that he relies on Meridia to actually cast the spells might be considered incidental.\n\nWhile you're busy rules lawyering in your head, Wick apparently decides he's debuffed the king enough. He ducks a haymaker roughly as slow as a Valve coder's deadline and comes up, returning his own much faster, now probably more powerful punch right across the lion man's muzzle. Rorn hits the floor like a sack of dropped potatoes, thudding heavily and sprawling. He struggles a bit, obviously trying to get to his feet, only to finally settle his head to the floor and thump his hand against the stone twice.\n\nOne of the other beastmen from beside the throne steps forward, calmly walking over and slipping the crown from Rorn's head, and turning it to place it on Wick's instead, the fox's ears slipping through the top and perking back up as it settles into place. "All hail the new king," the official declares, with solemnity if not enthusiasm, varying levels of both sounding from the rest as they begin calling it out as well.\n\nOne side of his mouth quirked up in an amused grin, Wick turns and saunters back towards the rest of you, sauntering over, looking quite pleased with himself. Everything about his manner, his flitting tail, the swaggering walk that sets his balls to swaying and the light to glinting off his new crown, says he's entirely pleased with himself. Meridia looks exhausted but proud, Liyal looks somewhere between confusion and lust, and Kama just looks plain lustful as the fox-turned-foxman comes to a stop in front of you, looking down at you expectantly.\n\n<hr>\n[["Good job! Now give me the crown."|GGWar]]\n\n[["All hail King Wick!"|GGWar4x4]]

"Knot me!" you gasp out, your voice fervent. "Fucking knot me, knot me like the bitch I am, ruin my pussy for anyone's cock who doesn't have a huge fucking knot like yours!"\n\nWith a howl of pleasure, Wolf does just that, yanking you down hard and forcing his knot up inside you. You give your own howl as you feel him immediately start to pump thick gushes of cum deep inside you. Your head falls back, an idiotic grin on your open mouth with your tongue lolled out, your eyes almost completely rolled up in your head as a practically brain-frying orgasm slams through your body at high warp. You shudder and twitch as your toned belly gradually expands, smoothing out with the sheer amount of cum being pumped into it, until it's round and taut.\n\nBy the time you stop cumming enough to have conscious thoughts again, you look down and find you look like you're late-term pregnant. Blushing, but also feeling a small aftershock orgasm race through you just at the sight, you squirm and wiggle around on top of Wolf's lap, making him growl pleasurably again.\n\n"You are now my mate," he rumbles. "And pregnant with my child."\n\nWell, the second part seems difficult to argue with. How could you <i>not</i> be after he pumped what's probably a few gallons of his seed into you? (Well, the whole 'alien species' thing aside.) You're still trying to process that thought (and the weird happy/aroused feeling it stirs in your fuck-addled brain) when he resumes speaking.\n\n"As soon as the ship is squared away, we shall return to my homeworld, where we will engage in the rituals that will make you a part of my family, and my True Bitch." He actually sounds immensely satisfied, as if it's something that he's wanted for quite awhile. Something in the tone makes you blush and more shivers of arousal pass through you, despite the strangeness of the situation.\n\nGeez, what to tell him?\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Refuse.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

"Aaactually I have a girlfriend," you admit, grinning a little.\n\n"Oh! So you're a lesbian, or...?"\n\n"Yup, gold star," you assure Elisa, since she's still doing all the talking so far. \n\n"Well that's cool. But you're not seeing a lot of her this summer or...?"\n\n"She has a job," you admit, unable to help sighing a little. "And during the summer they schedule her for a ton of hours, and then she's tired when she's off and we haven't gone on a date since school got out."\n\n"Well that's sad," Elisa says with a pout, though her brown eyes twinkle as she leans forward. "Must be a little tough, huh, having to go without?"\n\nYou blush some now, glancing at Kuan, who's just sitting there with a light grin on his face, and at the somehow anonymous-looking driver who doesn't seem to be paying attention at all. Then you look back at Elisa and shrug again, squirming a little in your seat. "Yeah, well, y'know. It's... not great, but."\n\n"You knoooow, we could have a little fun, let off some of that steam," she practically purrs, leaning a little more forward and shimmying her shoulders. Her breasts are large and full and a luscious golden brown, and it's obvious she's not wearing anything under the tank by the way they wobble when she does that.\n\n"Ahhhhh... I don't know," you hedge quickly, glancing away. "I mean, I'm not the sort of person that cheats, especially, just... yeah, I don't know..."\n\n"Oh, c'mon, Cyan! Tell you what, I'll make you a deal!" Elisa sits up and fishes something out of the crack of the seat... and you can't help but stare at the wad of cash she's holding as she lifts it. "I'll pay you $100 to lick my pussy."\n\nYou blink at her a few times, practically feeling your brain bluescreen. "Ah... what? ... Seriously?"\n\n"Absolutely! Money up front! Or, if you're feeling reeeeally adventurous..." Elisa's eyes twinkle as she ruffles the money around. "I'll pay you even more to suck Kuan's dick."\n\n"Er... but... I'm..."\n\n"Hey, it's not like anyone will knoooow! $500, cash money, just to suck a little cock. Or you could come back to our place and get really wild, and walk out with waaaay more dough too."\n\nYou stare at her, then at Kuan, then at the wad of cash in your hand. Well. This has certainly become interesting. Still... you can't help but think that's a lot of money. And what does "waaaay more" mean? $1000? $2000? More?\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the $100, lick Elisa's pussy.|GGBad]]\n\n[[Take the $500, suck Kuan's cock.|GGBad]]\n\n[[Take the bait, see what they want to do at their place.|GGBad]]\n\n[[No, you want out.|GGBad]]

Your name's Buddy (well actually Wilhelm, but you've been Buddy since first grade so), and you've done quite well for yourself. Most people hear "trust fund" and think of someone who's coasted through life without ever trying... and sure, you probably could have, if you'd wanted to live in some little apartment waiting for a check every month (people forget not all trust funds are huge). Instead when yours started coming in you began investing the money carefully and wisely, and when the money from the investments came in, you used it to set up several startup companies that sold to eager investors for quite a pretty penny. As such, at twenty-six, your occupation consists largely of managing your current investments, not being completely stupid with your money, and having fun.\n\nYou've kept yourself in shape, not trashing your body with excesses... not that you necessarily keep entirely away from excesses, you just don't trash yourself on them. You keep in shape, though you naturally tend towards a slightly slender build. With natural blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice face, you've certainly never had trouble with the girls, even if they don't know how well-off you are.\n\nThe "having fun" is an important part of your life... you have a mind for the best parties. Throwing or attending them, you almost always have an amazing time. Your favorite, though, are seasonal parties... something about the fact that you can only have them at certain times of the year makes them all the better. \n\nSo, that said... what season is it?\n\n[[October.|BuddyOctStart]]

There's not a single whiff of gold from the direction of the wagon... or silver, for that matter. Poor people, likely going to a poor town. Your initial thought is 'ew', which you chide yourself for a bit. Surely that's your Rakshasa nature creeping in, you're going to have to watch that. Turning, you head in the direction, following the scent of the campfire since it's the most prominent. It's actually a decent bit away... long enough for you to almost reflexively start slowing down and keeping quiet as you approach. Peering through the trees as you get closer, you can just kind of see three people gathered around a campfire. One is a large, scantily-clad redheaded woman, though you can't make out much from here other than that she's showing off a lot of olive skin and toned muscles. The other also seems to be a woman, though more covered-up and with black hair... she's the one messing with the cooking, seems like. The third is a man, dressed in loose black clothing and a black leather jacket that looks a lot like a motorcycle jacket really... but then you guess those are armor of a sort. (Could he be someone else from Earth? Or is it just a stylistic similarity?) He has pale hair and skin, and seems to be toying with a knife. Tied up to a tree a short distance away are a pair of horses... stallions, by the muskier scent of them.\n\nThose do seem to be adventurers, alright. The question is, how to approach this?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go directly towards them.|GGTief1x3]]\n\n[[Approach with stealth.|GGTief]]

"C'mon, let's stay and try something," you half-plead with Kevin.\n\n"Yeah, okay, sure," he replies, easily enough. Apparently not that much arm-twisting is required to get him to stay and try some free candy offered by the big-boobed proprietor.\n\n"Oh, wonderful!" She claps her hands together once in delight, then picks up a laminated piece of paper and proffers it across the counter, allowing the two of you to take it and lean in to look over it. "These are today's grand opening specials. Please feel free to select something off of it to try for free!"\n\n"I dunno, man, what do you think looks good?" Kevin murmurs as you look it over.\n\n<h3 style="text-align: center;">Tandy's Candy</h3><h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff0000;">Grand Opening!</span></h2><p style="text-align: center;"><em>Today's special menu:</em></p>\n<ul>\n<li style="text-align: left;">Venus Chocolate Truffles</li>\n<li style="text-align: left;">Chocolate Chip Dog Biscuit Cookies</li>\n<li style="text-align: left;">Indulgent <span style="color: #ff00ff;">Love</span> Macaroons</li>\n<li style="text-align: left;">Fresh-made Milkshakes</li>\n<li style="text-align: left;">Wacky Wobbly Taffy</li>\n</ul>\n"Um... I guess we'll try the..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Truffles.|QOKevPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Cookies.|QOKevPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Macaroons.|QOKevScheme2x2]]\n\n[[Milkshakes.|QOKevScheme7x1]]\n\n[[Taffy.|QOKevScheme8x1]]

"Um, no thanks, one was enough for me, I think," you murmur, taking a half-step back.\n\n"Yeah. I mean, uh, chocolate's more our speed," Kevin says, flashing her that winning smile of his and patting the boxes he brought up.\n\n"Well, alright." Tandy shakes her head, moving to ring up Kevin's boxes of chocolate. "Still, I think you would have found that they grew on you." Then she smiles. "They may yet."\n\n"That was kinda weird," Kevin comments as the two of you make your way to one of the nearby public restrooms to change into the Scout uniforms he dug up. "Never seen someone so eager to give away their stuff."\n\n"Maybe she came up with the recipe herself," you reply, starting to feel bad if so. "I hope she wasn't insulted."\n\n"Yeah well I'm already feeling half jittery just from one friggin' macaroon so maybe she can be insulted," your friend mutters. Come to think of it, you know what he means... you feel sort of squirmy, or tingly, like your insides are wriggling around. You follow Kevin into the bathroom, and he pauses to lock the door before moving to a clear area in front of the sinks. He undoes his jeans and shoves them and his underwear down to start working them over his shoes, while you start by pulling off your t-shirt, feeling a tad more shy.\n\nThe sensation hits you both at the same time, to judge by the way Kevin grunts and folds up at the same time you yelp and bend double. It was like someone smacked you on the stomach and sent a weird, tingly, light-headed sensation all through your body. It feels like your muscles are all squeezing tight and going to sleep at once... it's almost like a cramp, but not painful, just intensely <i>strange</i>.\n\nKevin straightens up a little, still holding his stomach and shuddering, and from your bent-over view you can see that it's more than just a weird reaction to food. His limp cock and dangling balls gradually get smaller and smaller, diminishing to little boy proportions, then practically a baby's, before disappearing completely. The collection of curls he'd grown disappears as well, and you stare in fear and shock as the smooth skin below splits, forming round pussylips and a pink cleft with a little nub at the tip. The strange feeling in your pants must be the same thing happening to you! You straighten up and stare down at yourself as your chest narrows some and bulges out in front, nipples turning a different shade of pink and puffing up a bit as you grow a pair of pert A-cup tits.\n\n"Wha... wha... what the hell?!" Kevin yelps, in a higher voice than before, blonde hair growing out until it's past his shoulders, facial features shifting to a more petite nose and chin before the change apparently stops. He... she... pats at her still-covered chest, then looks down at her smooth, bare crotch. "I'm a girl!"\n\nSwallowing, you slip a hand past the now slightly loose waistband of your jeans and underwear, shivering at a sudden shock of strange pleasure as your hand brushes smooth skin and then bumps your clit. "Me... me too," you whimper, your own voice having raised just a bit.\n\n"What the hell's happened?!" Kevin cries, turning back and forth trying to get a better look at her changed body. Your gaze is drawn down to her bare lower half... it's the first pussy you've ever seen in the flesh, or the first bare girl butt, and you have a sudden, overwhelming desire to... do something...\n\n<hr>\n[[Resist temptation.|QOKevPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Give in.|QOKevPlaceholder]]

"I guess we'll try the macaroons," you venture. 'Indulgent' is usually code for 'aimed at adults so higher quality and more expensive', may as well get the most you can out of a free treat, right?\n\n"Oh, lovely! I have a rack of them baked up fresh!" Tandy chirps, turning to the display case and slipping one of the metal trays out of it, setting it on the counter in front of you. Both you and Kevin immediately trade a glance... they're not just macaroons, they're pink macaroons... <i>heart-shaped</i> pink macaroons. When the menu said they were "Love" Macaroons, it must have meant they were for couples. (Or just girls.) How embarrassing! "Go ahead, give them a try!"\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/yFrF6NF.jpg>\n\nWell, you made your choice, it seems like it'd be the height of rudeness to ask for something else now. You and Kevin both pick up one of the heart-shaped confections around the edge... not getting frosting on your fingers practically necessitates holding it delicately with your pinkie jutted out... and then take a bite. The flavor's hard to describe... there's strawberry, and you think a little bit of cherry, but somehow it tastes like... Barbies and sleepovers and giggling. It's super sugary sweet and somehow just the <i>girliest</i> thing you've ever had in your mouth. You can't help but pull a face... it's not terrible, necessarily, it just somehow feels like it's wrong for you to be eating this.\n\nStill, sweets are sweets. You finish the whole thing off in a few chomps, then roll your tongue around inside your mouth, tasting a sort of lingering film of sugary femininity. You glance over at Kevin, seeing him making a face that must be similar to the one you're making. You look back at Tandy, but if she's noticed that the two of you weren't entirely thrilled with your treat, her cheerful smile certainly doesn't show it. "Don't be shy, have all you like!" she urges, nudging the tray a bit further across the counter.\n\nYou look at the rest of the ultra-pink pastries, and suffer a rather severe dual reaction. Your tongue and stomach both rebel a bit at the thought of any more of that ultra-sugary sweetness... even for someone your age, the sugar content of that first one was a bit overkill. At the same time, you feel a surge of desire to eat as much of the tray as you can... maybe it's just the sugar rush starting to kick in and demand more? You notice Kevin start to lift a hand to the tray, then twitch and hesitate. If you break down and have another, he'll probably be scarfing them down right next to you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Resist temptation.|QOKevScheme2x3]]\n\n[[Give in.|QOKevPlaceholder]]

Any and all thoughts of caution gone, you slip out from under the desk and instead hop up onto it, sitting back and then laying sprawled on the empty middle, legs hanging over the edge. Mr. Andrews stares for only a moment, before grabbing your panties and hauling them off of you, dropping them to the floor. He lifts your legs up, thigh-highs resting against his chest, and uses one hand to guide his fat, spit-shined prick to your eager little ass. You rest your hands on his forearms, biting your lower lip in expectation as you watch, then drop your head back and moan loudly as he starts to push inside you. Your well-used asshole easily stretches to accomodate him, but is as tight and hot as ever, and you hear him moan loudly as he sinks deeper and deeper into you, your cock dribbling pre against the underside of your skirt. \n\nOnce he's fully sheathed inside you, the teacher begins pumping his hips eagerly, panting and moaning like a beast in rut as he fucks you on his desk. You moan sweetly, biting your knuckle to muffle your girlish cries as he takes you. With every thrust of his cock into your ass, your own grows softer, losing hardness until it's completely limp, and then continuing to shrink. Soon your small, limp dick and balls are flopping lightly as you're pounded in the ass, your voice having nothing left of anything even vaguely boylike in it as you whimper and give soft little pleas for more. \n\nGrunting with obvious effort of holding back, wanting to fuck your quivering, soft boy-pussy even longer, Mr. Andrews pushes your shirt up, baring the stiff, puffy pink nipples capping your flat chest. He toys with one, pinching it rather roughly, making you gasp loudly. "Yeah, you like when I play with your tits, don't you?" he murmurs, sliding his big hands up your quivering belly and along your sides, flicking his fingers over your nipples and making you cry out softly.\n\nEventually, though, he begins really hammering into you, making the desk shudder beneath you as you desperately try to muffle your slutty, eager cries at being assfucked by the middle-aged teacher. When he finally thrusts in deep and you feel him pumping a thick load of cum deep inside you, your tight hole trembles around his throbbing cock as you have your most intense assgasm yet, your body bucking on the desktop as you whine sluttily.\n\nAfter a few moments, Mr. Andrews pulls out of you and collapses back into his chair, panting. You slowly sit up, smiling and biting your lower lip. He blushes, giving you a slightly embarrassed look, and clears his throat. "Ah, Jamie, why don't you go get cleaned up. It's not too much longer until next period now."\n\n"Yessir," you reply, sliding off the desk. Before you can pick up your panties, you watch him pick them up and tuck them into his desk drawer. Blushing more brightly and doing your best to hold all his cum inside you, you move to grab your backpack and then head out into the hall, feeling your bare, recently-fucked ass and limp little girlyboi dick brush against your skirt as you walk. You step into the girls' restroom without really thinking about it, making your way into one of the stalls to clean yourself up. You spend the rest of the day acutely aware of how bare you are beneath your skirt... and absolutely thrilled by it, imagining every boy you pass suddenly pushing you against a wall, lifting your skirt, and shoving his cock inside you because of the easier access. Though no matter how turned-on you get\n\nThat night you've barely turned off the lights before the incubus appears. He smirks as you settle to your knees and immediately begin worshipping his horsecock with your tongue and hands. "Good girl. So! I see you wore your proper attire, and just as properly got the last traces of masculinity fucked out of you. How does it feel knowing your cock will never be hard again?"\n\n"It feels like I want my boypussy fucked more than ever," you moan, right before sliding your mouth over the flared head of his prick.\n\n"Mm, you're just delightful, I love seeing a mortal take so eagerly to my corruption. And speaking of which, what shall I do next, slut? What would you ask of me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You want to be the bitch of all the male teachers.|QOInc]]\n\n[[You want to take even bigger cocks.|QOInc]]\n\n[[You want every boy in school to be like you.|QOInc4x5]]

"Mmm, I want all the other boys at school to turn into slutty little feminine bois too," you moan softly, just before leaning in to flick and stroke your tongue at his sack, then kissing up his shaft. "I want them all to become cute cock addicts with limp little cocks and trembling eager boypussies."\n\n"Oooo, that's a tall order! But that would be sooooo much fun and bring so much corruption energy! Alright, girl, since you've done so well for me so far and gotten me so much energy already, I'll grant this wish for you... if it goes well, you'll get one more request before it's all said and done!"\n\nAfter a by now usual night of getting fucked, degraded, abused, and enjoying every moment of it, you fall asleep, to rise in the morning and get ready for school, heading off after a breakfast of cereal and sucking off your father. You're not terribly surprised (but very pleased) that when you get there, one of the male teachers pulls you into an empty classroom, bends you over a desk, and pushes his lubed-up cock into your ass, pumping away at you as you moan and squirm. But as he's fucking you, he explains just why you're there... and you grin even wider amidst your eye-rolling assgasm.\n\nWhen it's time for first period, Mr. Maclearan stands up from his desk and moves to the side of it to address the class. He's also one of the teacher-coaches, a fit black man only starting to get a slight "gym teacher gut" as he gets within spitting distance of middle age, but still overall quite toned and handsome-looking. (And, as you learned earlier, with a wonderfully long, thick, stiff prick.) "Now, class, I want to announce some changes coming up here at school," he says, looking over the whole class. "Starting soon, this school will not permit males to attend."\n\nThat sets up a shocked murmur from the students, which Mr. Maclearan lets go on for a moment before saying, "Quiet," in a firm tone that is quickly obeyed. Probably more quickly than should be possible even for him. "Now, along with this change, we'll also be implementing a uniform code. Jamie has graciously agreed to show off the new uniforms, so come on up Jamie."\n\nGrinning, you pop out of your seat and flounce up to the front of the room, practically skipping so that your red plaid skirt bounces and swishes. You're getting plenty of stares, probably from a mixture of your even more blatant crossdressing than before, but likely also because you're acting so exuberant, entirely unlike your old self. You swing your arms a bit to draw some attention to the short-sleeved white blouse, lifting your legs a bit as you get to the front of the room to show off the white thigh-highs and saddle shoes you're wearing, finishing off with a twirl that flares out your skirt and shows a flash of your white cotton panties, the whole class gawking at you now. Ah, attention always felt awful before, but now knowing that soon every other boy in here... well!\n\n"Uh, why are you... having a boy... I mean, I guess he's a boy," one of the students mutters. "Show off the new girl's uniform? And what about the rest of us <i>actual</i> men, y'know?"\n\n"I'm glad you asked, Jenson. Why don't you come join us at the front of the room," Mr. Maclearan replies, beckoning the bow with close-cropped blonde hair up. Jenson looks leary, but stands and makes his way up to the front, where Mr. Maclearan asks, "And you're dating Miss Munroe, correct?"\n\n"Er... yeah."\n\n"Miss Munroe, would you join us too please?" Once the equally blonde and equally cheerleader is standing next to her football player boyfriend, the teacher continues. "Alright, first of all, Miss Munroe, we want to demonstrate that the uniforms will fit properly no matter what. So if you would, go ahead and strip down so that you can change."\n\nLeslie Munroe's jaw drops, and she stares at Mr. Maclearan with wide blue eyes as if unable to comprehend what he just said. Then she just gives a sheepish little bob of her head and starts unbuttoning her own blouse as the class stares in amazemet, Jenson looking back and forth between her and the rest of the class helplessly. Her blouse hits the floor, followed by her bra, largeish teenage tits jiggling as she undoes her skirt and drops it, followed by pushing her pretty purple thong down. She stands there in obvious embarrassment, naked in front of the class for long moments, as if waiting... then, again with a sheepish look on her face, bends down to untie her shoes, bare ass wiggling in the air as she gets them and her socks off.\n\nYou can see that most of the boys in the class, including Jenson, are hard by now, and can't help but lick your lips. It's almost a shame~, but then what comes next is sure to be fun. Mr. Maclearan directs Leslie to the box at the wall, having her walk over and bend to retrieve the uniform items from it, showing off her bare pussy and puckered asshole for the rest of the class to see, before she redresses in a uniform identical to yours. "There, you see, no need to worry, grabbing any random uniform from the box fits perfectly," Mr. Maclearan asserts once the blushing teenager is standing attired in her new uniform. "Now, as to the disposition of the 'men' currently attending school here. Jenson, if you would, remove your clothes and then bend over my desk."\n\nJenson looks even more shocked than Leslie did... but like her he seemingly can't disobey, stripping out of his jersey and jeans, stepping over to the desk barefoot and then bending forward over the desk, baring his own butthole to the class, his now slightly flagging cock and balls hanging down between his thighs.\n\n"All males currently attending Deviville High will instead be converted into 'bois'," Mr. Maclearan announces as he undoes his own pants and pushes them down, straightening up to reveal his own jutting hardon, which already puts Jenson's and probably any other boy in the class's to shame. "Over the next few days, every single one of you will be fucked in the ass until your masculinity is completely and utterly destroyed. So to make a nice learning experience of that, please make sure to pay attention to Jenson here as I fuck him into a boi. Miss Munroe, if you would be so kind as to give me a spit-lube job so I can slamfuck your boyfriend in the ass?"\n\nLeslie's mouth opens and closes several times... before she nods meekly and moves to kneel in front of the teacher, resting her hands on his bare thighs as she leans in to place her mouth on his shaft. The entire class watches in rapt silence as she slurps and licks noisily at it, the sounds obvious and lewd since she's trying to apply as much saliva to the thick, dark pole as she can. You watch Jenson's cock alternately stiffen and soften slightly as his teenage brain wars with getting turned on by being naked in public and listening to the sound of a blowjob, and the knowledge that those sounds are his girlfriend blowing another man who's about to fuck him in the ass. But Leslie dutifully does her best to apply a thick layer of spit-shine to Mr. Maclearan's cock, until he finally steps over and positions the dripping tip of his prick against Jenson's pucker, the football player's body stiffening.\n\n"Now, what you're observing here is 'stage one'," Mr. Maclearan says in a perfect classroom lecture tone as he pushes his dick into Jenson's ass, the muscular boy grunting and gritting his teeth as that long black cock slides deeper and deeper into him, spreading his straight, virgin asshole open wide around it. "You'll notice that Jenson's cock will have gone completely soft by the time my balls touch his," the teacher continues as he continues his steady push forward. "This is because Jenson is, after all, a straight male. Now, during Stage One, he will begin to experience some pleasure from me fucking him in the ass," Mr. Maclearan continues as he begins pumping his hips, stroking his prick into the boy beneath him, Jenson grunting a bit with every stroke and giving small, struggling squirms against the desk even as he's not actually being held down. "This will cause Jenson deep feelings of shame and humiliation. This is completely normal, and you should not be worried if you experience similar ashamed feelings of enjoying being fucked in the ass by another man during Stage One."\n\nMr. Maclearan straightens up, starting to put more strength and speed into his thrusts as the entire class watches him pounding one of his football players in the ass, with said football player's girlfriend of course having the most close-up view... though from the small wet trickle you see slip down her thigh from under the short little skirt, you think she might be enjoying the view almost as much as you. "Now, you will begin to notice a change in Jenson's vocalizations," Mr. Maclearan says as Jenson's grunts indeed start to sound more and more like moans, and his motions start to look more like eager wiggling. "This means Jenson has entered Stage Two of the process, which can be most easily distinguished by the change in his dick." Indeed, Jenson's cock has steadily started to harden again, once more growing long and thick and jutting beneath him, bouncing and swaying around from the impact of Mr. Maclearan's hips against his toned ass. "At this point, Jenson has become completely and totally homosexual, as well as a dedicated 'bottom' as it's typically called. What that means is that Jenson's interest in women has been obliterated, and he can only derive sexual satisfaction from being fucked in the ass by other men. Note how Jenson moans even louder as I inform you all of what a cock-hungry gay slut he's become, and how he begins bucking his hips back against me in an effort to take more of my dick. At this point, Stage Three isn't far behind, and you can easily observe its effects for yourself."\n\nIndeed, soon after the changes begin. Jenson's muscle tone begins to fade and become indistinct, his shoulders becoming less broad as his arms and legs gradually become more slender and sleek. His body hair grows thinner, finer, and gradually disappears, leaving Mr. Maclearan's large, dark, hairy balls slapping against soft, smooth, pale ones. Jenson's close-cropped hair begins to grow out even as he slowly loses several inches of height. His moans, which had already grown a little higher and sweeter during 'Stage Two', rapidly start losing any hint of masculine depth to the tone, growing utterly girly as he bucks back against the big teacher's fucking during his transformation. His stiff cock quickly begins to shrink as well... not only gradually growing soft, but actually getting smaller, until it's swaying limp beneath the squealing, wiggling little bitch-boi as that fat black cock pounds his pretty, pert ass. Mr. Maclearan grunts as he thrusts forward, balls lifting visibly as he stays pressed in for long moments, before finally pulling back and stepping aside, showing off Jenson's altered body and jizz-smeared, cum-dripping asshole. "Miss Munroe, if you'd be so kind as to clean up Miss Carraway's hole?"\n\nLeslie swallows, legs looking shaky and several more obvious streaks of arousal having run down her thighs as she moves over to lean down and start swirling her tongue over Jenson's well-fucked asshole, dutifully licking up every drop of the teacher's cum she can find. "Now, Miss Carraway, if you'd straighten up and face the class? Very good. Now, Miss Munroe, please do your best to arouse Miss Carraway's pathetic little cocklet, to demonstrate how pointless it is to the class?" She blushes, but does as ordered, leaning in and starting to suck at Jenson's smooth balls and soft cock, obviously doing everything she can that she probably knows Jenson likes... or rather, used to like. But Jenson only squirms, actually making a bit of a face... you can tell he's a little shocked by just how little lust he's feeling for his former girlfriend, and his cock refuses to respond, even when Leslie sucks both his shaft and balls into her mouth at once. \n\n"Alright, Miss Munroe, you can return to your seat. Miss Carraway, please put on a uniform and take your seat as well." The stunned class continues to watch in silence as Jenson makes his way over to the uniform box, bending over and showing off his now clean and slick asshole to the class, pulling out a pair of panties and stepping into them, his tiny limp dick and balls making a barely noticeable bulge in the front, before he sheathes his slender legs in stockings, stepping into some saddle shoes as well. Then on goes the blouse and skirt, before he finally clips a little hair deco with the school mascot on it into his bangs. "Jenny Carraway, present and accounted for," Mr. Maclearan announces as the newly-made boi makes his way back to his seat. "Now, obviously we'll also need to go over new regulations, like how it's a student's duty to service any stiff cock they see. But for now, we'll continue getting everyone brought into compliance with the new uniform code. Next up, Keenan and Larinda, please come up to the front of the room."\n\nYou smile, enjoying your privileged vantage point as one after the other, young men are summoned to the front of the room, reluctantly complying with the order to strip and bend over the desk to be fucked into mewling little bois... but only after their girlfriend, if they have one, has stripped in front of the class and serviced the cock about to fuck them with her mouth. Of course not all the boys have girlfriends, but Mr. Maclearan seems good at picking out girls that they have crushes on, or just might be attracted to, to participate in their sissification. Of course, Mr. Maclearan can't get to every boy in the class before second period... but of course in second period Mr. Andrews picks up right where he left off with a fresh class of boys, and you're very pleased that he breaks a bit of protocol to let you be the one to eagerly spit-lube him up so he can fuck the manhood out of your best friend Kevin.\n\nThe process does indeed take a few days, and sadly on those nights the incubus doesn't visit you, so you just try to fuck your father a bit extra to make up for the lack of nighttime romps. But eventually the entire student body is going around in the little almost Catholic schoolgirl-esque uniforms, the actual girls as well as the cute, blushing bois, who often find themselves being bent over at random by any male teacher, administrator, or security guard that sees them... though you did notice that on the last day before everyone got converted, most of the remaining actual boys had apparently decided 'fuck it' and were bending bois over as well, frantically pounding their stiff, straight cocks into those eager little gay assholes.\n\nYou're actually a little relieved when the incubus does indeed show up again, and soon he's grinning down at you as you tongue-bathe his balls. "Well working that amount of reality alteration really took it out of me for awhile, but it was definitely worth it. Since it was a mortal wish, I was even able to set it up to be expanding."\n\n"Expanding?" you ask, briefly lifting your head to blink at him, before pressing your mouth back to the root of his shaft again.\n\n"Mm-hmmm! What started at your school will spread to other ones. Soon every school will have their male teachers fucking the male student body into being cock-hungry panty-wearing bois... probably take way longer at some schools than others, but anything that counts as 'class' will eventually get it! Well, I set it up so that at random about fifteen eprcent of males will get all the leftover masculinity, turning them into alpha fuck-machines. Gotta have someone left to pound boipussies and knock up girls to perpetuate the species! Althoooough, that brings me to my next question! Your final wish, girl!" The incubus giggles a bit, stroking your hair. "So why don't you make it about the disposition of the girls?"\n\nAh, that's right... you had noticed that all the girls at school seemed very sexually frustrated lately. Sometimes the teachers will bend them over as well, but even then they only seem to get fucked in the ass or told to put their mouths to work. You suppose that it would be fitting to use your last wish to make sure the girls get some lewd fate too, especially if it's one that will spread out to the rest of the world. (It sounds like the incubus will avoid anything that would result in humanity not being able to propagate though... probably because then he'd lose out on all the energy he apparently gets from this lewdness.)\n\n<hr>\n[[The girls should become bois too.|QOInc]]\n\n[[The girls should get to assfuck bois too.|QOInc]]\n\n[[The girls probably don't want to live on this planet anymore.|QOInc]]

It looks like the usual kinda pill-shaped jelly bean sort of things, but instead of being assorted colors they're all blue. Eh, you like blueberry (or whatever flavor "blue" is in candy) anyway, may as well. You grab a bag and fill the little plastic scoop, dumping two scoops' worth into the bag before tying it off with one of the provided twist ties. You head to the counter, where a woman with wavy blonde hair, a rather provocative black dress, and a witch's hat on her head is standing near the cash register. ... Weird outfit for a candy shop, but whatever.\n\n"Oh, some of those, then?" she says cheerfully as you set the bag on the counter, moving to tap at the register's keys. "That will be two dollars, dear."\n\n"Uh. Don't you need to weigh it, or...?" You glance at the candy, wondering if you should say anything. It's not like you bought a huge ton of them, but two dollars for that bag seems on the low end from a shop like this.\n\n"No, I have a pretty good eye for a full sack," the woman chirps in reply, winking one purple eye at you and grinning broadly. "And I think you're very much going to enjoy your full sack."\n\nO... kay. Forcing a polite smile, you hand over a pair of dollar bills and snag the bag of candy before heading out and making your way for home. Cheap candy, but geez the owner(?) is kind of a weirdo. Anyhoo, you notice a car in the driveway as you arrive at home, specifically your mother's. "Mom?" you call as you make your way inside.\n\n"Hello dear," your mother calls, stepping out of the kitchen and giving you a smile. Basically she's an older, curvier version of you... minus the hair dye, obviously. Currently dressed 'business casual' in a white silk blouse and black short skirt, she brushes her hair back some as she tilts her head. "I'm just here for a little bit, I forgot something I needed at the office, so don't let me keep you."\n\n"Ah, okay." Giving her a quick wave you trot up the stairs, avoiding showing off the candy since you don't want any disapproving looks for snagging that amount of sugar. Once in your room you toss the bag on the bed and then flop down beside it. Hm, now the question is, indulge yourself, call a friend, call a couple friends...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Call a friend.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Do a get-together.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Just eat 'em yourself.|GGCandy2x2]]

You wake up to the feeling of a mouth bobbing up and down over your cock, and a surprisingly long and agile tongue coiling around it. You raise your head to stare at Arana's head rising and falling over your crotch, her massive melons squashed against your thighs. She looks up at you with her purple eyes and slips her mouth off of your cock, replacing it with one of her latex-gloved hands to slowly stroke up and down. Her purple lips drop to your sack, sucking one ball into her mouth and tonguing it briefly before she raises her head again, lips curled into a smirk.\n\n"Perhaps you'll rethink augmentation later. It might allow you to keep up with me," she purrs mockingly, before sliding her hand away and then gulping down the full length of your cock without the slightest hint of a gag reflex.\n\nArana continues until she's sucked at least two loads of cum out of you, before she allows you to rise and join her for a more traditional breakfast. Afterwards, she encourages you to redon your suit and follow her. Pressing the suit back to yourself, it wraps around your body, although you notice that it's changed from white and blue to black and red. That's... sort of weird, is it color-coded to who you decide to ally with? But since your re-dressed (if what she wears counts as being dressed) new ally is currently walking out of the room, you hurry to catch up with her.\n\nShe leads you to what seems to be some sort of galley, filled mostly with scruffy men in black bodysuits accessorized by motley bits and pieces of armor here and there. Most of them are giving you very sour looks, even as Arana explains that from now on you'll be helping them to bring in greater prizes than ever before. She does sort of go on about that, though, talking about hidden treasures and bigger bounties and beautiful slaves, until most of the grumpy expressions have been replaced by glinting eyes and leering smirks.\n\n"To that end, we have quite a rare find today." Arana turns towards the wall and gestures, the whole thing turning into a starmap with a few bits of blinking text and glowing circles. "A Raptarran ship was discovered in an uninhabited area of space, broadcasting an emergency beacon that is far too weak to ever reach back to Raptarran space. Our newest long-range scans show no lifesigns, so we can be confident of facing no resistance." She smiles wickedly as she looks back to the crew. "The most advanced weapons and gene-altering technology in known space, and all we have to do is fly out and pick it up. Just in case, however, I will be sending <i>Commander</i> Cede with you. It will be a good chance to get to know him."\n\nArana gathers up the fairly large group of men she intends to send with you. You notice that one of them is the guy you were trying to kidnap when you first showed up here, and he doesn't look happy. Great. Somehow you figure that if you get into any trouble, there'll be at least one gun shooting at you from behind as well as forward. At least so far no one really expects you to do anything... as you board the salvage ship and blast off from the enormous spidery-looking vessel Arana apparently calls home, all the pirates around you seem to be assuming well-practiced roles. You mostly just have to stand around and watch them, and stay out of their way. Some of them seem to appreciate that, at least.\n\nEventually you see a long, sleek ship in the blackness ahead. It's a sort of bronze color, painted with black stripes and bands, with a set of windows that wind up looking like teeth in the muzzle of a predator's head. Weird ship for sure, and it gives you a definite creepy feeling. Makes you sort of wonder about how safe it really is... and, if you're going to be safe, shouldn't you wear your suit's helmet?\n\n<hr>\n[[Ugh, no, that thing's terrible.|BadCypher2x3]]\n\n[[Better safe than sorry.|BadCypher3x1]]

You look her up and down, and think back on just how many days you've been wanting her, but being good, being upright, being gentle, despite the nagging, gnawing, animal need of this body chewing on your mind. Suddenly that cool, feline languidness from when you first woke up here closes in all around you, and it's with a great calm that you know what you're going to do. You give her a light pat on the cheek before rising and walking over to the vanity. "I'll be right back."\n\nAmanda blinks in surprise, turning her head to follow your path. "Eirk? What are you doing?"\n\nYou don't bother to answer, focusing on rummaging through the various bottles and jars of cosmetics and whatnot that a wealthy lady apparently keeps stocked for her female guests. You pause briefly to pull off your shirt and shove down your pants, and resume your search naked, not bothering to notice Amanda blushing and watching with a confused look. But finally you find something that will work... a bottle of some sort of oil, with a faintly sweet scent to it. You walk back over towards the bed, your cock swaying in front of you, and stop at the side.\n\n"You know, Amanda, it seems like you've really been enjoying being on the arm of a wild woman," you say in a musing tone, using one hand to hold your cock angled up and beginning to drizzle the oil onto the tip with the other. She watches you with wide eyes, not saying anything. "Clinging to my side as your big strong protector, counting on my savage looks and barbarian strength to protect you." You drop the mostly empty oil bottle to the floor and begin using both hands to stroke over your cock, rubbing the oil over the smooth skin until it's shining almost like a mirror in the moonlight. "But now that it comes down to it, you want a civilized lover in the bedroom, to be the refined prince you've always dreamed of."\n\nYour hands lash out with the quickness of striking snakes, grabbing the front of Amanda's nightgown and tearing it open, her full breasts spilling free. She's too shocked to do more than give a reflexive squeak of surprise, her eyes still wide and her cheeks flushed. You're on the bed in a flash, flipping her onto her front and grabbing her hips, yanking her ass into the air. You roughly pull the torn-open nightgown off her back, leaving her fully naked before you. Wasting no time, you move into position, shoving her face into the pillow just before you start jamming your oil-slick prick up her virgin asshole. Her shriek is nicely muffled as you relentlessly push forward, sliding more and more of your fat pole into her pink little pucker.\n\n"I think <i>this</i> is what you need!" you growl as you begin working your hips, forcing an inch at a time up her tight rear hole, your other hand squeezing one perfect pale buttock roughly. "I think you need my big! Amazon! Dick!" With every word you thrust forward harder, making her cry out into the pillow each time. "Up your little! Princess! Ass!" You grind your hips forward until you can feel your balls pressing against her still virginal pussy, and bare your teeth in a wicked smile as you feel wetness actually dribble along the skin of your sack. "Well?!" you demand, yanking on her hair to turn her head to the side.\n\n"Yes," she whispers, barely audible as she gasps for breath.\n\n"What's that?" You leer down at her, lip curled to show one rather pronounced canine tooth. "I don't think I quite heard you. Was that you telling me you've been wishing I'd rape you ever since you met me? Because I can always pull out..." As if to make good on it, you begin slowly dragging your cock out of her stretched hole, making it a good inch before she cries out in need.\n\n"Yes, yes!" Amanda blurts, clenching the sheets in her hands and trying to work her hips back towards you. "I've been wishing you'd r-rape me! Please, r-rape my li-little princess ass! Rape my ass, please, Eirk!"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Well, you heard the lady.|ShemaleBarbarian19x2]]

You take a deep breath, then let it out as a sigh. Oh, who are you kidding? You toss the briefs forward and into the trash can beside your desk, then step into the panties and pull them up, tugging them into place. They don't look all that different other than, obviously, being a single piece rather than having the rather pointless overlapping flaps in front. They hug your cock and turn it into a bulge that's somewhat noticeable but not terribly. Turning, you check out your butt and almost wind up getting turned on by yourself for one of the few times in your life... the cotton hugs your now very girly butt and outlines it to the point it definitely looks like a female's. Dang. ... And hot.\n\nGoing through the rest of your clothes, you find that there are a few blatantly sexy/slutty selections but that a lot of it is generally towards your own style, just in girl clothing. Shrugging, you pick out a thin white long-sleeved shirt (spring isn't too warm here and you tend a little cold-blooded) and a blue pleated skirt that's neither too short nor particularly long, probably just long enough to not get dress code checked at a glance. Checking your sock drawer finds a number of pairs of the thigh-high stockings that are popular at school, so what the hell, you pick out a simple pair of white ones to match your shirt and pull them on, your already rather feminine legs just highlighted further by them. Stepping into a pair of black slip-ons, you head into the bathroom to brush out your hair, deciding to leave it loose since, well, girly. You don't really know anything about makeup though you spot a set of it on your bathroom counter now, so just pick up a tube of lip gloss and apply that, giving your lips a slight pinkish sheen. One more deep, bracing breath, and you turn and pad downstairs.\n\nYour mother is cooking wearing just an apron as usual (she usually doesn't wear much of anything around the house these days, unless it's her strapon), though your father is dressed for work. You wait for a few moments in the kitchen doorway, but when neither comments you move over to your place to sit down. You know they've both become complete deviants around the house, but they're usually more careful about going out in public or being seen... still, seems they don't have a problem with you going to school dressed as a girl. As you're eating your father notes that he'll drive you to school, so soon you're climbing into the passenger's seat and glancing out the window as he pulls out of the driveway, wondering what things will be like at school. You glance back over as you hear a zipper being pulled open, and blush as your father puts his hand to the back of your head and pushes you gently but firmly forward, your pink-glossed lips wrapping around his stiff prick, your head bobbing up and down as he drives you to school.\n\nThe car's been stopped for at least a few seconds by the time he blows his load, and you stay with his cock buried down your throat, gulping and sucking to make sure you get every drop so that none winds up on your face. At a nudge that indicates it's safe for you to get up, you quickly sit up and spend a moment glancing in the mirror to adjust your lip gloss. "Bye, Daddy," you call before slipping out of the car, nudging the door closed behind you.\n\nAlmost instantly you can feel eyes on you. A few are staring, probably recognizing you despite the obvious changes. Others glance and look away, probably not taking you for anything but some girl they don't recognize, though you see a few light double-takes as they likely wind up doubting their first assessment for whatever reason. You fight the urge to squirm under their stares as you shoulder your bag and head on into the school, feeling your skirt swish around your thighs lightly with your movements.\n\nMuch the same continues throughout the rest of the day. Teachers eye you oddly, especially when calling your name at the start of class and you giving your somewhat more high-pitched "Here" in response, other students who finally realize who you are turning in their seats to stare. The feeling is somewhere between intensely uncomfortable and mildly arousing, picturing all those eyes roaming all over you, knowing some of them must be wondering what happened to make you dress like a girl (or what you might be wearing under those girls' clothes).\n\nEventually lunch rolls around, and as you're starting to duck through the halls a hand snags your upper arm and tugs you into a small area between lockers. You blink at the sight of a handsome face and blonde hair, blushing a little. "H-hi, Kevin," you murmur, squirming a little under his look. You're suddenly rather guilty over the fact that you haven't seen either of your friends since you and Maya were together that day with the book, since you got sort of... distracted.\n\n"Hey, Jamie." He looks you up and down, then says rather bluntly, "Dude, what even happened?"\n\n"Um. It's complicated," you murmur, glancing aside and rubbing your upper arm a bit.\n\n"Did you lose a bet or something? Is that a wig?"\n\n"It's not a wig and... I guess it's kiiiinda something like that?" you venture weakly.\n\n"Well fine, if you're not gonna tell me I guess it's your own business. But man if you're gonna go around like that you oughtta lay low," he adds with a glance back and forth down the hallway. "You should come have lunch with me somewhere out on the grounds. Or maybe go to Mr. Andrews' room, he has an open study hall right now that's usually completely empty."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with Kevin.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Go to the study hall.|QOInc4x3]]\n\n[[You'll take care of yourself.|QOInc]]

"I'd... rather not," you reply, shifting in place somewhat uncomfortably. Despite this body's similarity to your own, you did just get it after all... you're not quite eager to make a ton of changes. \n\nArana quirks one sculpted eyebrow. "Very well then, the decision is yours. But you might as well allow me to take the lead, then." She reaches out, one gloved hand grasping your arm and pulling you forward onto the bed, pushing you over so that you're laying on your back. You've barely had time to realize that the bed is some space-age level of soft and perfect before you're subjected to another kind of soft and perfect... the space pirate queen pressing her enormous tits around your cock.\n\nYour cock and balls disappear completely into the vastness of them, and you let out a loud moan as she begins rubbing her huge breasts up and down. Your belly and upper legs are getting almost as much attention as anything else, your cock rubbed around amidst the firm flesh and your balls caressed by it. You never could have pictured getting titfucked like <i>this</i>!\n\nAll too soon, however, Arana straightens up and lets her breasts hang naturally again, displaying some of the smears of your precum on them. She reaches down and with a light tug snaps the sides of her apparently merely decorative thong, letting the scrap of cloth fall away to bare her previously barely-hidden cunt. Her glistening purple lips pouted out as she coos at you, Arana slides forward, working her pussy along the underside of your cock, letting the lips press around the shaft, her arousal smearing all over you. "I've dreamed of having you for awhile now," she purrs, driving your teen ego mad as much as your sensitive prick.\n\nShe rocks her hips forward, leaning her body as well, and then slides herself down, sheathing your cock inside her. You immediately see what she meant by "more robust"... her cunt is loose around you, your eight inches feeling little if any resistance as she takes you balls-deep inside. But what she lacks in tightness she makes up for in image as she begins riding you, your cock stroking along the slick, hot walls as you're given a vision of those massive melons bouncing and swaying above you.\n\nDoing your best not to simply lay there like a log, you grab her full hips, your fingers indenting the flesh as you thrust up into her, working your hips around to press your slender cock against those yielding inner walls. Arana smirks more than anything at your attempts, her voice a throaty purr as she teases and goads you on, even occasionally giving a little laugh. \n\nAs your balls draw up when you get close to cumming, she gives one final hard thrust down atop you... and you feel your balls actually slip up inside of her as well, just before her cunt squeezes down tight all around you, a low moan spilling from her lips. You let out a gurgling, somewhat strangled groan of your own as you spill your load deep inside her. It feels like her pussy is sucking your entire cock and balls as well, pulling your cum deep inside of her. The sensation is too much, and you feel dizzy before you flop back against the bed, completely insensate.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|BadCypher2x2]]

You match action to thought almost the moment it enters your head, leaping on the purple-skinned demon and grabbing her with your large hands, whirling her around and forcing her to bend over, her massive tits dropping down and wobbling below her. She squeals like a pig, albeit a decidedly exultant pig, as you ruthlessly shove your huge horsedick deep into her ass, hilting into her in a single thrust, your balls pressing against hers. They're clearly bigger, as if you were using even that to demonstrate how much bigger, stronger, more powerful than her you are. She likely would have teased, cajoled, made you hiss and beg for it... but those are not the ways of a Rape Demon. Force, directness, sheer power, those are your strengths, and you begin showing them all as you grip the other demon's waist and begin pounding into her with enough strength to smash cinderblocks.\n\nHer purple eyes almost immediately roll up in her head, her tongue lolling out as you drive into her so powerfully, asserting your dominance without hesitation or subtlety. Her big whorish tits wobble and shake under her, her fat pecker shimmying back and forth like mad. You bare your teeth in a wolfish smile as you feel the heat rise inside you and pulse through her, the beginning of your bond, and of the paltry human souls lingering within being cleansed. "Yes, this is how you want it, isn't it, you slut?" you growl through your smile, black eyes bright. Your hips are already pounding her generous round ass hard enough to send plenty of ripples and shimmies through it, but you still give it a good firm slap anyway, and then deliver another to the side of one of her fuckpillows, making her squeal both times. "You want to be my cockwarmer, don't you, bitch?"\n\n"Yes master! Yes!" the purple-skinned demon yowls joyfully, her tail wrapping almost possessively around your waist. You forgive her the gesture. In fact, you decide to reward her, reaching down and grabbing her legs just behind the knee, then hauling her up and into the air. She shouts happily as she's flung back to rest against your tits and sinks even deeper on your cock. You hold her legs apart so that her dick and balls have plenty of room to shake, then begin working her up and down atop you, raising her up only to practically drop her back onto the long shaft of your equine prick.\n\nYes, this is how a rape demon should be, you think to yourself. Strong, powerful, full of a desire to rule and master all lesser beings with cunning mind and throbbing dick. You smile as those thoughts and your rising passion burn away the last of your human vessel's soul, leaving only the dark energy coursing through you. You can sense that your minion is on the verge of being rid of hers, but needs a final push. grabbing her thighs tighter, you switch from lifting her up and then letting her drop down on your dick to violently slamming her down onto it, your steel-shafted cock pounding her infernal hole to the breaking point. The seduction demon gives out a banshee shriek as she begins cumming hard, her ass squeezing all along your horseprick, but more importantly, her own fat purple shaft begins firing off long, thick ropes of cum into the darkness. Your enhanced demon senses can see the faint blue glow to the white goo that indicates that what remains of Leslie's soul inhabits it. It glops to the floor in a spreading puddle, the light flickering for a moment, then going out. The sight sends you over the edge, and with your own roar of satisfaction you unload into your fuckpet's ass. Her tongue lolls out again as her belly swells with the sheer volume of demonic jizz you're pumping into her, eventually making her appear twelve or thirteen months pregnant, her swollen purple stomach wobbling like a tautly-filled waterballoon below her tits. It gives you all sorts of ideas... but maybe later. You <i>will</i> need to spawn some pureblood demons eventually, but that can wait until you're more established.\n\nYou lift your subortinate off your dick and unceremoniously drop her to the floor, letting her land on her swollen cumbelly so that a gush of thick white is sent spurting out of her gaping pussy. Taking a moment to smirk at the sight, you turn your thoughts to more immediate concerns. The most immediate... well, you do need something to think of yourself as. This body's former tenant called herself 'Cyanide' online... you think you rather like that, and it will help maintain your cover until you're ready to reveal yourself to the doomed mortals. You glance down at your slave as she flops onto her back and starts pinching and tugging her fat purple nipples with both hands, giggling happily as she absorbs your load so that her stomach gradually flattens back out. It doesn't need a name for now, you decide... 'slut', 'cunt', 'whore', and so on will suit until you have enough subordinate fuckholes that you really have difficulty telling them apart. Hopefully she's kept at least two braincells to rub together so that she can continue to imitate Leslie until the time comes.\n\nThe next most immediate concern, obviously, is what to do about the other two mortals in the house. Luckily your demonic senses say that both are relatively calm and moving about the house at a normal pace... it looks like even if they heard both you and your pet's howls of release, they took it for something else and nothing to worry about. Your lips curl into a wicked grin as you ponder all the possibilities, since you have all night before the old Offerer is due to arrive. (Convenient that one is here, he can help hold up any particular story you come up with, and will even gladly take the fall so that you can maintain your cover, if need be. Mortals who are dedicated to the forces of darkness are so precious... foolish, but precious.) The only question is, what do you do with all that time...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Be subtle. Or at least as subtle as rape demons get.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Be direct but also deceitful. Have your pet lure one away while you play with the other.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Eh, just go upstairs and give both of 'em a good pounding.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

Can't hit a target?! <i>Can't hit a target</i>?! Does this bitch even know how many video games you play?! Furious, you shove open your coat and grab the pistol out of its holster, bringing it up to grip with both hands and firing. A pale blue ball of crackling energy flies out of the emitter at the tip and strikes squarely on the inner side of the big alien's right boob... and splashes against the surface of her black armor harmlessly, dissipating with less trace than if you'd thrown a water balloon.\n\nYour eyes widen, but that's really all you have time for before she's on you. Eskabar moves amazingly quickly for something so big, like your brain just doesn't really comprehend how she goes from standing there smirking to suddenly having her hand wrapped around your neck. She lifts you up and off the floor to dangle, the rest of her big fingers spread out just enough that your neck isn't bearing the entire weight of your body... she's also putting just enough pressure on you that you're choking but your air isn't entirely and completely cut off, leaving you gasping and flailing, reflexively clutching at her forearm to try and take some of the pressure off.\n\n"Did you really think we'd give you fucking <i>convicts</i> weapons that could hurt anyone that actually mattered?" Eskabar booms at the rest, not even bothering to look at you as you dangle and flail in the air like a hooked fish. "Your weapons just might work on a Fiend, maybe, if you pump enough blasts into them! If you want to be trusted with the good stuff, you're gonna hafta earn it! Now get your worthless cannon fodder asses in the briefing room!"\n\nThe others shuffle off, a few daring to dart glances at you as they past, but most seem to be trying to pretend you don't exist as you gasp, croak, and kick futilely, not even sure what you're trying to do other than that you can barely breathe and something much bigger and stronger than you has you completely in its power and you're very, very afraid. When the last of the orange-suited people disappears through the door and it shuts, Eskabar finally turns her head back towars you, smirking again. "Alright, girly. I told you you'd get a prize if you hit me, so lemme just give it to you right now."\n\nStill carrying you lifted high in the air as if you were no more effort to hold up than a pencil, Eskabar walks over to one of the rows of cubbies and stands in front of the bench running between the cubbies. She lifts you up a bit more and to the side, then swings you down and smacks you to your back on the bench, jolting your body and making you give a strangled yelp. You lay there stunned as she yanks on your rifle, the strap snapping easily, and tosses it aside, before she uses two big fingers to pinch the crotch of your jumpsuit and rip it away. Still holding you down with one hand and cutting off a fair bit of your air, she brings her free hand up to tap some hidden control on the neck of her suit. The front of it divides into sections and peels away, baring her huge, boulder-like brown tits... and an extremely long, extremely thick brown cock that flops half-limp against your belly. Your eyes widen again, your hand gripping at hers and trying to push it away as you squirm, feeling the heavy shaft get straighter and thicker as she gives her hips a few light thrusts, the tip getting ever closer to bumping against the underside of your tits.\n\n"Here's your reward, I know you're just gonna love it," Eskabar sneers as she pulls back, the head of her prick practically crushing your pussylips. You try to get out a protest that only comes out as a croak... and turns into a strangled noise deep in your throat as she starts pushing into you, forcing your virgin pussy to spread taut around the massive brown pole. Your eyes roll up and your teeth grit from the sheer intensity of the sensation as she keeps pushing deeper and deeper into you, your stomach visibly bulging up beneath your still mostly intact jumpsuit with an obscenely obvious outline of the alien's prick. "Mmm, not bad, ain't many recruits can take their prize," Eskabar almost moans, sinking deeper and deeper into you, until her balls brush against your ass and the edge of the bench. "Nnnnh, ya, this is a nice hole you got between your legs, fuckmeat, so glad you decided to take that shot!"\n\nShe starts pumping and thrusting into you, working that immense cock into your overstretched pussy, rocking your entire body against the bench and the grip of her hand with every thrust. Your clenched jaw gradually goes slack, your tongue briefly jutting out and then going limp as well, practically flopping out of your mouth in motion with Eskabar's thrusts. Maybe it's the completely overwhelming sense of her power, with her looming above you, huge and powerful and still armored save for showing off her huge tits and massive prick, or maybe it's the strength of her hand pressing down on you, fully capable of crushing you at any moment she feels like, or maybe it's that the length and girth of her huge dick is stretching you wider and deeper than you were ever meant to be... whatever it is, something in your brain snaps, and your body reacts, your pussy suddenly sopping wet and doing its best to squeeze around the invading, rapacious prick stretching it out, practically gushing all over her furry brown balls with every thrust.\n\n"Ah, holy shit, this is the best hole I've fucked in a while, you're actually getting off on this you little animal," Eskabar grunts, starting to thrust faster, more eagerly, as if only now were she really beginning to enjoy herself. You wouldn't have a response even if you could speak around her choking hand... your body is shuddering, cumming with every impact of her hips against you that buries that huge hardon in your hole. Your legs buck and twitch spasmodically, hands squeezing mindlessly at her thick fingers, at this point unclear whether you're trying to shove against them to get them off or urge them to choke you harder. And then suddenly Eskabar is grunting and thrusting hard, burying herself as deep as she can in you, a hot rush flooding your insides and steadily bulging up your stomach until skin shows through the stretched flaps of the front of the bodysuit. Giving a strangled, gurgling noise, you white out from the intensity of your orgasm and slump to the bench, arms and legs dangling limply, white fading into black.\n\nYou come to with a gasp, shoving yourself up on your hands and looking around. You're laying on your front on a shelf-bed, but this one actually has a comfortable pad on top, and multiple pillows. The room around you isn't particularly large, maybe the size of your bedroom at home, albeit with high ceilings. There's also not a lot in here... a table with one (big) chair, a wallscreen, a slot in the wall, and some sort of ring with a shallow black dome inside it set in the floor. The walls are plastered with a number of posters and photos, though... mostly naked women, the posters large and glossy and obviously professionally posed and shot, the photos small and obviously amateur, and far lewder, featuring gaping pussies with small lakes of cum dribbling out of them or faces and tits completely glazed. You check on yourself... you've been dressed in an orange tubetop with your prisoner number and a barcode on it, and a little orange G-string. Standing up reveals that you're a little sore, but not nearly as much as you thought you'd be.\n\nWhile you're pondering whether you should try the door, it slides open, Eskabar stepping through, now wearing the lighter version of the FEAR suit that you saw the Commander in before. This one is snug enough that it shows off the impressive bulge at her crotch, and she smirks at you as your eyes go there. "What, hungry for more already?"\n\n"Where am I?" you ask, hating that it comes out sounding so meek.\n\n"My room, obviously." Eskabar moves to sit down on the edge of the bed and presses a control on her arm. The suit retracts into bracers and and bands around the shins, leaving her wearing a snug sports bra and black thong that leaves absolutely nothing about her prick and balls to the imagination. "I enjoyed your hole so much, girl, that I've decided to go ahead and give you a promotion on your first day here. You are now my dedicated cocksock." She smirks, leaning back and rubbing at her balls through her panties, the shaft visibly starting to stir and harden. "My cumdump, my own personal fucktoy, my sex pet."\n\n"I... you... you..." you stammer, taking a half step back.\n\n"Oh, it's all on the up and up. One of the benefits of being top brass in the Dark Sector, I can basically do whatever the fuck I like. And that means you. You're my property, from now until your sentence is up. Don't worry, you're in the very safest, most secure part of the base... as a side benefit you get access to my food prep and the officers' bathroom. More than a little loser convict like you could've ever hoped for in any event. Now..."\n\nShe hooks a thumb into the front of her panties and pulls them down, letting her half-hard prick fall free, and nudging the fabric down until it hooks below her heavy, fuzzy brown balls. "Be a good little fuckpet and get over here to tonguewash my sack until I tell you otherwise."\n\n<hr>\n[["No way!"|GGSR]]\n\n[["I'd rather die!"|GGSR]]\n\n[["... Yes ma'am..."|GGSR]]

Whimpering just a little, you nevertheless undo your pants and shove them and your underwear down, looking shamefaced at the sight of your cum smeared all over the inside of your boxers as well as glistening on your skin and smearing the cock-cage, some of it almost having dripped down to the bright pink strap fastened around your thigh. You definitely can't go take a shower like this, so you have to clean up with some wet wipes before finally lifting the panties into the air, eyeing them in despair. Still, whether she really is watching you in your own room somehow or not, by now you just know she'd know if you didn't put them on. You bend down and step into them, pulling them up your legs and eventually tugging them up your hips, squirming at the feel of the back strap slipping between your buttocks. The front of them fits over the cage on your cock and settles forming such a perfect round bulge that you'd suspect they were actually designed to do exactly that to a boy's cock. You glance at the nearby mirror, noting with dismay that the lines of the panties are really all it takes to make the curves of your hips and ass look completely girly, the bulge of your bound cock the only thing saying that you're not actually female from the waste down. Hurriedly, you pull on a pair of pajama pants, hoping to hide your latest shame. Doubting you're going to get your mind off of this, you climb into bed.\n\nNot long after, Saya hits the vibe with a hard buzz again, making your hips twitch. Then she starts up with a pattern that you recognize from before... it's the one that makes you feel like you're being fucked. She's using a much slower pace than before, despite running steadily through the same levels of vibration... it makes you feel like you're being fucked long, and slow, making you writhe in the bed and suppress your moans. You wonder if she's practiced this on other boys... is this what she does, find arrogant guys and break them bit by bit by, among other things, making them feel like they're getting assfucked? But it just goes on, and on, and on, showing that she has no intent of stopping. Eventually you're forced to admit what's going to happen, and in humiliation you toss off the covers and shove down your pajama pants, then the panties down lower, leaving both them and the pink cage on your cock exposed as you wriggle and whimper on the bed.\n\nIt actually takes quite some time with the slower pace, but eventually you gasp and jerk your hips up, your trapped cock dribbling cum through the parts of the pink cage surrounding it, with you unconsciously pressing a hand over your mouth and giving a very girlish moan at the orgasm that washes over you, your ass clenching around the toy still vibe-fucking you. Not that it stops either, the continued buzzing sort of dragging out the feel, leaving you laying there shivering and almost insensate as Saya plays with you, putting you into a fog of pleasure with her long-range ass-play and having you lay there with your caged cock and cute panties on display until at least a few minutes after midnight, which is when you finally realize it's stopped. You have to think that the slight sense of hesitation you have before pulling the toy out of yourself and unwrapping the battery compartment from your leg is probably part of her psychological torment of you. Sighing, you risk donning your robe and zipping through the hall to take a quick shower, before returning to your room and donning your panties again before settling into an uneasy sleep.\n\nThe next day, as ordered, you make your way to a lingerie shop, nervously rubbing your upper arm as you look around. You're desperately hoping that no one will approach you, until you remember part of Saya's note: 'Make sure to tell the shop employees, nice and clearly, that you're shopping for pretty panties for yourself.' Of course she wouldn't let you just snag a couple of pairs of granny panties from the bargain bin and go. You're working up your nerve to actually approach one of them, when one of the pretty women working here approaches you instead, smiling. "Hello, shopping for a special lady, perhaps?"\n\n"N-... no, I..." You lick your lips, take a deep breath, then force yourself to say, in a clear voice that's not a shout but will probably still carry, "I'm shopping for pretty panties. ... For myself."\n\nYou're expecting her to at best burst out laughing and call the other employees and maybe customers over to make fun of you, and at worst scream that you're a degenerate pervert and call the cops or something. Instead you watch as her eyes light up and her smile grows wider. "Ohhh, panties for <i>you</i>? Well that's just lovely, why don't we pick some out that I think will fit you best?"\n\n"Uh... right," you murmur, following after her. Could this be another girl that calls Saya 'Mistress'? Surely not, Saya's just a college girl, it's not like she has the whole town under her thumb! And yet, the waitress from the other night... more and more you feel like you can't escape her power, so why not believe everyone else is under it too? Certainly, whether or not this woman is one of her slaves or agents or whatever, she seems to be helping Saya wage her psychological warfare on you just fine. The combination of a beautiful woman telling you how attractive you are even as it's to tell you how good you'll look in certain pairs of panties is definitely battering your mind something hard. You walk out of the store with a bag that definitely has more pairs than you'd need just for the week in it, your head spinning with the contradictions of your experience.\n\nAnd over the next week, you really begin to comprehend the full range of how Saya intends to break you. The constant paranoia that someone will discover your cock cage or, now, the panties you're wearing makes you far more meek and submissive than you normally would be... after a few days people around you seem to subconsciously pick up on this, and start ordering you around, telling you to clean up parts of the dorm or run errands for them, and you wind up hopping to obey almost before you know it rather than somehow risk discovery. More than that, the construction of the chastity cage means you have to sit down to pee, squirming in place on the toilet with your pants... and panties... pulled down, then wiping yourself after since you have to keep the cage itself. And then on the side that's not humiliation, every day after Allen's gone, you get up, and pull on a pair of the cute panties you had to buy... and each time are forced to admit how good you look in them, how nice the shape of your butt and hips and legs are when you're wearing them.\n\nYou're a jumbled-up mess by the time Friday rolls around, and you find a shiny, hologrammatic pink-wrapped box waiting for you in front of your door when you return from class. Taking it down with a mixture of fear and relief, since it apparently means your current trial is over, but clearly the next one is just beginning. You head inside, finding Allen's not in, and open the box with trepidation. You do see folded cloth inside, with a fresh letter on top. Choosing to focus on the instructions rather than figure out what that is first, you pick up the paper and look at the elaborate text.\n\n'You've certainly learned to be an obedient little animal this week, haven't you? Mistress is very nearly proud. You've <i>almost</i> earned the right to kneel before me to plead for the freedom of your worthless little cock. Mistress has just one more task for you. Today, you'll go out and buy not just a pair of panties, but matching stockings, garter belt, and bra. You'll also buy a cute skirt and some heels. You'll get your hair and makeup done. Tonight, after dark, you will put on all of that and the shirt in the box, and walk from your dorm room all the way to my place. Shouldn't take you more than an hour. You'll also, of course, indulge anyone that takes you up on the offer you're making. - Mistress'\n\nIt sounds like you really are finally almost at the end of this whole affair! But... 'the offer you're making'? Feeling that sense of dread grow, you lift the white shirt out of the box. It's obviously a girl's shirt, long-sleeved with cutout shoulders and designed to bare the midriff. On the front and back of it is playful but easy to read black text saying 'FREE KISSES!' As well as a bright red heart and a pink set of lipstick marks in the center of it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just... just a little more! Just a little more!|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[Nooooooooo!|GwynSaya1x6]]

"Uhhhhh." You glance around, then spot someone behind the counter. Aha! Their whole job will be to talk people into buying this stuff, right? You'll just let her do it! "Well, y'know, I could, but since she looks bored, let's let the girl who works here do it, huh?" you suggest, gesturing before taking off towards the counter. Akane rolls her eyes, but stomps along after you almost immediately.\n\nOnce you're a bit closer you blink in some surprise at the shop girl, though maybe you shouldn't be surprised at the sort of person that works in a store that sells these sorts of bikinis. She's a gyaru... obviously fake tanned skin, slightly overly full lips painted a glossy, light colored pink, light-colored eyeshadow and bright blue rouge to further contrast against the dark gold of her tan, her thick, long hair dyed blonde with some beads and other little decorations woven into it here and there. She's also wearing some of the shop's wares, apparently, at least up top, a blue and yellow swirl bikini top clinging to the front of her large, rather obviously fake breasts, and the top of a very tight miniskirt visible just above the counter, probably because she's wearing some truly outrageous heels, from what you know of gyarus.\n\n"Like, hi and junk!" she chirps, raising a hand and waggling her fingers, showing off the intricately painted and decorated nails at the tips of them. "Welcome to Minimal Swim! Like, how can I help you today, an' stuff?"\n\n"Um, yeah, was hoping you could explain to her why people buy these?" you say, pointing at Akane with one hand and holding up the hanger with some small patches of cloth and string on it. Akane, for her part, looks rather flustered, like she's not sure what to make of the gyaru clerk's shameless style of dress, since she <i>is</i> another girl and thus allowed to do what she wants, after all.\n\n"Oh, like, we get that question all the time!" the gyaru answers, bringing up her hand to cover a cutesy giggle. "Actually we get it so often that the owner made a whole video about it! C'mon, I'll show you!" She turns and flounces out from behind the counter, leading the way towards the back of the store, showing off that yes her miniskirt does indeed barely cover her full, round ass. You wince as Akane smacks you on the back of the head for even looking in the woman's general direction, but both of you follow her to the back wall of the store where there are four flatscreens put together to form a larger one. The clerk presses a button to one side of them, then steps back and turns to face you, beaming.\n\nAt first all that appears are some swirling lights and slightly cheesy techno music... sounds more like something from a porno movie than what you'd really hear in a shop. You wonder if Akane's gonna smack you again just for that, but she actually seems to be standing and watching fairly calmly. Actually, you find yourself growing pretty calm too... there's something weirdly soothing about the combination of the colors and the vaguely erotic beats that has a lot of the tension melting out of you. Even as it drags on longer than your fairly short attention span would normally tolerate, you just stand and watch, though you're definitely eager for the tape to begin, you're getting more and more interested in what it has to say.\n\nEventually someone appears in front of the swirling colors... another woman wearing gyaru style. But she's even more extreme than the shop girl... her tan is a darker gold, her lips thick and obviously injected with something, her pale blue painted eyelids decorated with little fake diamonds and her lashes too long and thick to possibly be real, her cheeks dusted neon purple. Her hair is shock platinum blonde and thick, the forelocks draped over her shoulders decorated with a small craft store's worth of beads, bangles, and charms. Though she's only shown from the waist up, that's plenty to show her massive, bolted-on breasts, the implants roughly twice the size of her head, nothing covering them but a pair of tiny yellow and pink swirl triangles barely held on by strings, a circle of pink showing all the way around them. Not the kind of girl you'd have ever looked at in a million years, but now lust hazes around your relaxed brain, your nipples stiffening, your pussy heating and puffing up, starting to grow slick.\n\n"Now, you may be asking yourself why anyone would wear a tiny little bikini out in public," she starts, her voice a practiced, high cutesy one that nevertheless manages to sound natural. "And I'm here to tell you the answer. It's because they're sluts!" she chirps, giggling in the aftermath of it. "They're huge slutty whores who love getting strange men hard and looking like they're ready to fuck anyone at any time!"\n\n"It's because they're sluts," you murmur, hearing Akane say it in almost perfect stereo with you.\n\n"Mmm-hmm! Only complete sluts would wear these swimsuits! Sluts hate covering their bodies, they want to show off as much of their skin as possible to tell men what they are! But then, I shouldn't have to tell you this... you're a complete slut too, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm a complete slut."|FRanX13x5]]\n\n[["... What?! NO!"|FRanX]]

Warlocks are a good choice, since they're casters that sort of come with their own tank via summoning various demons. You select the class, and the Midnight Elf's robe turns black trimmed in red, sliding off of her shoulders to leave them bare... you're fairly certain her breasts expand outward somewhat as well. Her pupils also begin glowing an unearthly purple that leaves tracers in the air as she turns her head. That's kinda badass!\n\nThe next thing to pop up is a screen asking you to select a trait. Hm, this must be the new deal for the update, there were never traits before. And the traits aren't explained that well... it's just a little blurb of fluff text. Eh. Well, you can figure out what it means fairly well, you think.\n\n<center>Choose your character's trait.</center>\n\n[[Greater Bond|GGMEW]] - Your bond to the first demon you summon is stronger and closer than most Warlocks. Though this grants impressive power, beware, lest you become bonded to the demon instead of it becoming bonded to you. (The first thing is easier to suss out, one of your summons will be stronger and better than the others. The second is... some sort of debuff randomly rolled when you summon it?)\n\n[[Soul Hoarder|GGMEW]] - You can collect the souls of defeated enemies, keeping them and even summoning them as you would demons. Be careful, unleash too many of these captive spirits and they may rally against you. (So you can gather a new collection of combat pets, but summon too many of them at once and they might turn hostile.)

"We're complete sluts too," you and Akane echo back easily, even more tension flowing out of you as you say it. Ah, that feels really good, as if some sort of weight had been lifted off of you.\n\n"Of course you are! So what are you doing wearing all those clothes?"\n\nThat seems like a very good question. So you unbutton your Chinese shirt while Akane pulls her snug shirt off over her head, reaching back to undo her bra while you push down your boxers and baggy pants. You step out of your slippers and straighten up, standing naked and gazing at the beautiful gyaru, your pussy sending a few glistening trails down your thighs. Akane soon finishes undoing and dropping her skirt, shimmying out of her panties as well, then bending over to undo her shoes and pull off her socks, her uplifted ass and bare pussy facing directly towards the entrance of the shop, obscured only by a handful of bikini racks. Only once she straightens up does the recording resume speaking.\n\n"Now, doesn't that feel good, standing there naked in public like the sluts you are?" the gyaru on the screen coos.\n\n"It feels so good," you and Akane reply in unison, only unsynced by giving slightly different moans of pleasure.\n\n"Mmm, of course it does. Sluts only wear clothing for decoration, after all! It shows that extra effort to turn men on, since sluts exist to be cumdumps, after all."\n\n"We exist to be cumdumps."\n\n"You definitely do!" Her puffy lips curl in a smile again, and she lets several moments go by, just leaving the both of you standing naked in the store. Then she says, "But speaking of decoration, it's time to make you up like proper sluts! This way!" She gestures to one side, and a door in the wall next to the screens swings open. You walk through, Akane moving similarly purposefully behind you, while the shop girl moves to pick up your clothing and dump it in a trash can.\n\nThe two of you walk along a short hallway, then emerge into another room. What look like large tanning beds line the side walls, most of them open to show off the banks of lights inside. Standing in the middle of the room is the gyaru from the video. In person you can see that she's wearing a miniskirt almost as tiny as her bikini top, the bottom of it not even covering her matching pink and yellow splatter-pattern panties, which bulge out from below the skirt as they stretch to cover a massive cock and balls suitably sized to her enormous fake tits. She flounces over on her platform heels, tits moving less than the rest of her, all the decorations in her hair jangling. "Ooooo, not bad, not bad! Such a nice pair of tits on this cute little shorty! Hm... Jusenkyo curse. We'll get you form-locked when we inject you, don't worry!" she coos, reaching out to squeeze your breasts, her long overdecorated nails brushing your skin and soft palms rubbing your nipples. You shiver and have a small orgasm just from her kneading your tits, before she steps aside and smacks Akane's ass, making the black-haired girl gasp loudly, a gush of wetness running down her bare thighs. "This one's not as naturally slutty-looking, but lots of potential," she comments, almost idly reaching over to yank your hairtie out and letting your hair spill free of your braid. "But let's get you both looking properly made up! Futana-sama is eager to see what the Gyarizers make of both of you!"\n\n"Yes, Futana-sama," you and Akane both murmur, before you turn to one side and march over to one of the open tanning beds, Akane turning the opposite way. You clamber up into the bed and lay down on the clear gel mat inside, resting your palms flat against the mat as well, arms slightly out from your sides, legs spread a bit. Futana-sama comes over and slides a visor over your eyes, dimming the room, before grinning wickedly with her plump lips and lowering the lid over you, briefly plunging you into darkness. But soon the long cylindrical bulbs light up, making the interior glow. Words and images begin scrolling across the visor's lenses, showing you gyaru girls being fucked by a variety of men, wanton expressions on their faces, the sounds of fucking and more of that cheesy porn music playing from the visor speakers near your ears, Futana-sama's voice reading off the flashes of text that appear as well.\n\n"You love being a stupid fucktoy for men. You only go to school to have an opportunity to fuck more boys. Math and reading and thinking are for girls who don't get fucked. You want to get fucked because you're a slut."\n\nWhile you lay absorbing the words, even giving a giggle at how happy they make you, the booth starts its work. Your skin gradually darkens, small armatures lowering from amidst the bulbs and spraying across your skin, giving it that glossy, slightly off color that insures the tan will be golden and fake-looking. Others lower down and encase your fingertips, clamping down then drawing back and leaving long plastic nails, which other small robotic arms begin spraying elaborate designs and pressing small gems and little metal decorations on.\n\n"You want to decorate yourself for men, make them hard, make them understand you're just a cum dump. You exist to take cock, any cock, anything with a cock that wants you should get to have you."\n\nYou almost lick your lips at the thought of all the cock you're going to take, but you know you need to stay still. Besides, your gyaru makeup is being sprayed-on, lips painted bright, pastel pink and glossed up, cheeks dusted with pale blue. Other little robotic arms lower down, these sticking needles into your tits, though the soothing barrage of words and images assuring you of your role in life means you don't even flinch. The needles inject something warm and thick-feeling, your tits slowly swelling up another cup size, turning firmer and standing higher, though they still retain their natural shape. The needles pull out, and more spray guns lower down, painting your nipples an almost luminescent pink to contrast with your tan skin. \n\n"Stay giggly, and bubbly, and dumb. And always, always be thinking about how you can turn men on, get them to use you like the sex toy you are, how you can be taking more loads of cum. You're a dumb gyaru slut and you need to act the part all the time."\n\nAs another armature lowers down over your face, you obediently follow the flashed instruction on the visor and open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. It clamps down around the soft pink muscle and you again feel your flesh being penetrate, a small orgasm running through your body as it follows up the piercing by sliding a tacky chrome gold bar through your tongue and screwing matching balls on the ends of it. The armature draws back, and you briefly close your eyes as others reach under the visor to begin applying your hot purple eyeshadow. Others grab the ends of your hair, sliding along them and leaving them a bright yellow bottle blonde, other tiny-fingered ones weaving a few braids in your hair and decorating them with garish beads.\n\n"Always take the trains and busses most likely to have molesters. Always offer to fuck your teachers, even if they still flunk you. If someone offers you money to fuck or make a porn, do it but charge them a tiny amount, so you can acknowledge what a cheap whore you are. And remember to spread the gyaru love!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Complete your transformation.|FRanX13-6]]\n

"You needed to shop for a new swimsuit. What's wrong with your old one?" you add curiously.\n\n"Well it's kind of tight, if you must know," Akane huffs, putting her hands on her hips and shifting her shoulders in annoyance... which makes her boobs jiggle. Yeah, you can imagine one of the places it got tight. "Besides, it's good to have a new swimsuit every so often. You'd understand that if you were a <i>real</i> girl!"\n\nYou shrug broadly. For your own part half the time you don't bother to buy trunks anyway and just swim in your underwear, but whatever. As if reading your thoughts, Akane reaches out to poke your shoulder. "You ought to consider getting a girl's swimsuit too, you know. It's not like you're going to be able to stay a boy for long at the beach, the water never warms up enough that it won't change you!"\n\nYou make a face but say nothing, since that's sort of hard to argue with, even if it would sting your pride a bit to wear a girl's swimsuit. Still, you remember a certain island "vacation" where you were running around the beach in a wet tanktop... it wasn't exactly a lot better. So you just sigh and follow Akane as the two of you head out of the house and make your way to the shopping district.\n\nSoon you're in a store that seems to sell nothing but swimsuits, and practically nothing but girls' swimsuits at that. A sad, lonely rack of men's swim trunks is stuck in one corner, bearing about three sizes and almost as many colors, completely outshined by the incredibly variety of designs of one pieces, bikinis, and other inventive bits of female swimwear. You feel compelled to clap twice and bow your head in sympathy for this sad, neglected rack of clothing.\n\n"Oh, knock it off," Akane grumbles, grabbing you by the ear and dragging you further into the store, making you yelp. She releases you as she comes to stand in front of a rack, leaving you standing there rubbing the side of your head. "Now help me pick something out."\n\nYou almost ask why she cares about your opinion so much, but decide to follow up your earlier calming of her with some discretion. Instead you glance around the store, trying to see what the options even are. Well, colors and styles aside, it looks like there are three sort of "categories" to choose from. There's the simple stuff, one pieces and fairly modest bikinis, mostly available in basic colors and unremarkable designs. Then there's the sexy stuff... string bikinis, tube top types with thong lower halves, that sort of thing. Then there's the ultra-sexy... stuff that's making you blush a little just to look at. But what to recommend to Akane...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Normal swimsuit.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Sexy bikini.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Full slutty.|FRanX13x3]]

Feeling a strange sense of panic run through you, you start hurriedly scraping and jabbing at the grime covering the little bronze plate, feeling sweat start to trickle down your forehead and the sides of your face as letter by letter it's revealed, until you're staring at the full thing.<style type="text/css" scoped>.GeneratedText { font-family:Copperplate;font-size:2em;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;padding:1.5em;}</style><div class="GeneratedText">Cyan LaChance</div>\n\n"That's... that's not possible, I-" You stammer, only to yelp as you suddenly find yourself straightening up without intending to, as if your back were being forcibly moved. You can hear the others giving their own cries of shock, and as your legs move on their own to turn you around, you can see them similarly moving in stiff, slightly inhuman motions that show they're not in control of their own bodies. You find yourself staring back at Kev, his expression of terror the only thing that's apparently under his control. You try to call out to the others, to ask them what happened, but your throat has gone tight and stiff, as if your vocal chords were paralyzed. Instead you're forced to watch helplessly as Kev's hands move in those awkward, slow motions to start pulling off his shirt, your own limbs doing the same, apparently under the control of someone or something else as you're forced to pull your T-shirt off and bare your tits to the room and Kev's frightened eyes.\n\nHis hands move down to undo his pants, bending forward to shove them and his underwear down, but then your own view swings as you too bend over to push down your jeans and panties, your ass jutted up in the air as your fingers move on their own to yank open the laces of your boots. Your hands shove both boots and jeans off, and then you're straightening up to the sight of a naked Kev, his limp cock dangling in front of him. Whatever humiliation he may feel is clearly drowned out by fear, which only ramps up as he takes a step back and onto the empty base behind him, your own spiking as your feet copy the motion and step you back onto the base behind you as well.\n\nKev's body moves again, lifting him up onto the balls of his feet, back arching as if he were trying to present a pair of tits, legs angling as his hands tuck behind his head in a clear 'showoff' motion of his skinny body. Your own hands lift up and to your chest, angled away as the sides of your palms press to the undersides, as if saying 'here are my tits', the gesture one that would be deeply embarrassing if the fact that your body was making it without your permission wasn't so terrifying. Your mouth goes dry as across from you, Kev begins to... change. His skinny body begins smoothing out, becoming more svelte and almost feminine, gangly arms and legs becoming sleek and svelte. Just from the way his hips change you can tell his butt must be becoming more pert and girlish, his nipples growing puffier even as his chest remains flat. His somewhat gawkish face also changes, becoming beautiful, womanly, as his hair grows down his back and takes on thick, rich curls.\n\nBut even as you watch his own transformation, you can feel your own going on, having the sense of filling out... almost everywhere. Your legs and hips gaining roundure, your ass fullness, your own hair growing thicker and longer, tumbling down almost to your knees. But your tits are the most affected, swelling and growing, becoming larger and fuller by the moment, until your hands are actually lifting them up in presentation, offering up the thick, dark nipples in clear invitation. Out of the corner of your eye you can see James and Leslie shifting and changing as well, though the inability to turn your head or even move your eyes means that the only one you can see clearly is Kev, now having become a complete and utter feminine beauty of a boy, his cock having shrunken slightly and remaining soft, the curls that had been at the base of it disappearing along with any of his other body hair, leaving him completely smooth.\n\nAnd smoother still with what happens next, something you can't say really surprises you at this point, even as it horrifies you. The tips of his toes turn white... marble white, the color spreading gradually up his toes and feet along his legs, even as you can feel a cold numbness spreading up your own feet and legs at the same pace. Since you can't look down at yourself, you can only watch as the marble continues gradually edging up his legs, going more slowly the higher it gets. It's inching along by the time that it moves across his smooth sack and small, limp cock, etching them in pure white stone, even as you can feel a strange stroking sensation along your pussylips and inside you before that too disappears in the cold numbness.\n\nThough his and your legs were petrified in minutes, it takes hours for the marble to work its way up your chests, giving you ample time to feel your full, milky tits gradually turning to unyielding, artfully-carved marble. By the time you lose all sensation in them and feel your vocal cords becoming well and truly paralyzed as the stone begins its path up your neck, your mind has become much more naturally numbed, the terror having stoked you beyond the breaking point until all that's left is a blank acceptance that you'll soon be a marble statue. Long before the white marble reaches your jaw and begins closing around your matured and graceful face, your eyes have gone blank and your mind empty, with nothing to do but wait for the inevitable, your vision gradually going dark, the last thing you see being Kev's empty, smooth marble eyes, devoid of pupil or life.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGHH25xEnd]]

"Hey, these have name tags," you note, glancing at the base of one of the statues. "Probably means if we go look at the empty ones we'll be able to tell what was removed."\n\nThe others shrug a little, but apparently have no objections, your little group making its way down the red carpet to the end where the empty stands are. You bring your camp lantern in close to the base, but the little metal plaque is completely coated in dust and grime. Frowning, you rub at it with your thumb, kind of wishing you'd worn long sleeves or something. Gradually, you start getting bits of it off, jabbing at grime with your thumbnail to reveal bits of embossed lettering.\n\n"Uh... guys," James says, his voice shaking with obvious disquiet as he looks over at you, his eyes showing a small amount of white all the way around. "This... this thing says my name."\n\n"What?" Kev blurts in reply, staring at him.\n\n"This one has mine," Leslie says in a strained voice, staring down at the small plaque at the base across from that.\n\n"The fuck...?" you almost mouth, starting to look back at the plaque in front of you, your nail in mid-scratch. \n\n<hr>\n[[Hurriedly finish revealing the letters.|GGHH25x3]]\n\n[[Noooooooooope.|GGHH]]

Ukyo's pretty cute, if you recall correctly, and hey, she owns her own restaurant! Actually, you wonder if you'll be able to cook if you play as her? Maybe there'll be some sort of minigame to play. Curious about how exactly this simulation will handle skills as much as anything else, you tap the picture of the brunette with the headband, then instantly jerk back from the sensation of something hot in front of you. You stare down at the long griddle counter in front of you, then glance around at the restaurant beyond. Wow, that's a heck of an abrupt transition. You glance down at yourself to find that you're wearing a loose blue and white top belted in front, showing off a bit of the large breasts wrapped with white gauze underneath, and a very form-fitting pair of navy blue tights hugging your legs, hips, and flat crotch. Well, you guess that much hasn't changed since-\n\n"Oop!" you squeak, suddenly remembering the pair of okonomiyaki sizzling in front of you. You quickly check the edges, then flip them. They may just be practice ones to keep you busy while the place is empty, but it wouldn't do to have you of all people ruining one! Satisfied after a quick check of their condition, you get back to pondering the real question... how to get Ranchan?\n\nObviously it's not that he dislikes you, you've seen otherwise plenty of times! It's just that you haven't figured out the right way to convince him to blow off everyone else and come to you and you alone. He could if he wanted to, you're sure of it! He just needs the right motivation. Or you need to figure out the right way to get the competition out of the way. One or the other.\n\nLet's see... you could try to [[seduce him|Ukyo]]! That's the most obvious thing, and admittedly it's fun too. You do kind of enjoy a chance to show off your feminine wiles, having suppressed them for so long. Hm, on the other hand, Ranchan usually doesn't seem all that drawn in by feminine wiles. Some further refinement of the plan may be in order.\n\nYou could try to [[focus on the competition|Ukyo]], by trying to eliminate (nonlethally! ... probably) one or more of your competitors. Or there's always the vague chance of a teamup in order to remove one of the others as a threat. It's happened before! ... Admittedly it usually ends in someone betraying someone else and the whole thing dissolving into a brawl, but if you're really honest that's kind of fun as well.\n\nThen it occurs to you, there's an avenue you haven't necessarily approached before... [[focusing on your business|Ukyo]]! Ranchan loves okonomiyaki, but he also loves not being broke... and almost as importantly, so does that thieving old bastard of a father of his. If you could make the restaurant successful enough, not only might Ranchan be lured in, but Genma might insist he focus on his engagement to you, or even just marry you outright as soon as possible! Heck, depending on how it goes, maybe you could pay off Soun to be okay with it!\n\nThere is one other option, come to think of it. On a whim you ordered a [[cookbook|Ukyo1x1]] from the Weird Magic Products catalog that got delivered to your restaurant instead of the Nekohanten by mistake. Obviously trying strange Chinese concoctions is usually your most bitter rival's area, but maybe not stealing a page from Shampoo's book is where you've been going wrong all along!

"Er, well, just whatever reward you think is best should be fine," you assure her.\n\n"Hmmm. Whatever I think is best, huh?" The gorgeous blonde taptaps a fingertip against her lower lip, then smiles brightly. "Hey, what's your name?"\n\n"Erm. Jamie." As she continues to beam expectantly at you, you squirm a little and add, "Kinsington?"\n\n"Well, Jamie Kinsington, I'm Leanna Queen, and I'm definitely going to give you the best and most fitting reward ever!" Her eyes sparkling, she reaches out to ruffle your hair. "It'll take a few days, but I'll be seeing you, alright?"\n\n"Sure?" you answer, giving her a wan smile. Frankly you feel like your reward is finally getting to depart, feeling exhausted as you do... man, talking to people is tiring, talking to beautiful, energetic people is like someone drained your soul out.\n\nThe next several days proceed as completely normal, and you start to think that Leanna must have forgotten about you. Eh, that's fine, you'd forget about you too, if you weren't you. You just hope she hasn't gotten into any more car accidents. That Friday when you arrive home, however, you're a little surprised to see your father's car in the driveway several hours early... as well as a sleek, shiny red car that you've never seen before. Bracing yourself for guests, you head through the front door, and almost go slack-jawed at a familiar person sitting on the couch, chattering cheerfully away at your parents who for once look almost as awkward as you usually feel.\n\n"Oh! Jamie, hi!" Leanna chirps, hopping to her feet, breasts looking like they might almost bounce out of her snug little dress. "It took a little longer than I expected, but I just finished everything up!"\n\n"Finished...?"\n\n"Yup, just like you asked, I've decided to adopt you! From now on, I'm your mom!" Leanna declares proudly, putting her hands on her hips and jutting out her equally proud chest.\n\nThat makes you splutter wildly. "W-wait, what?!"\n\n"I mean, that's what you meant, right? You said I should do what I think is best... you saved my life, so obviously I'm responsible for your life! You're going to come live with me and be my son, all the paperwork is done and all your stuff is already packed and being put in your new room! Along with all of your new stuff, obviously!"\n\n"But, but, but, that's insane, I already have parents, I-!"\n\n"Um. Jamie, this is... this is a really good opportunity for you," your mother answers, eyes averted. "Leanna will be able to send you to all the very best schools, and hire amazing tutors..."\n\n"She can provide you with things we couldn't even begin to imagine," your father adds, looking steadfastly at your knees.\n\nYou try to catch their eyes a few times, but their heads keep turning. ... She bought them off. Which basically means... she bought <i>you</i>. You look at Leanna, who's still smiling sunnily, not a trace of bad intent to be found. She legit thinks this is what you wanted, or at least something you would want.\n\n<hr>\n[[Run out.|QOSchool]]\n\n[[... Fine then.|QOSchool]]

"Um, I'm really sorry," you add, rubbing the back of your head. "I just felt really out of it for a second there I guess. Sorry Akane."\n\n"Er." She blinks, looking completely flummoxed, then nods slowly. "Well, as long as you're... sorry." Apparently derailed by an easy, sincere apology, she just looks at you for a moment, then says, "Are you ready to go?"\n\n"Yeah. Uh, remind me where we're going?"\n\nAkane sighs and puts a hand to her face, shaking her head. "Ugh, seriously? You said you'd help me shop today! For the school field trip tomorrow!"\n\n"Oh, right." You nod slowly, starting to remember. "You needed to shop for-"\n\n<hr>\n[[A new swimsuit.|FRanX13x2]]\n\n[[Overalls.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Glasses.|FRanX15x1]]

"Simply wish it then, master, and it will be done," you announce formally, repressing another sigh.\n\n"Yes! With all my heart, I wish Asmaneh were freed!"\n\nYou snap your fingers, and flesh tone spreads out from within Asmaneh's bellybutton and across her body, quickly returning her to animation. She gasps in surprise, staring about, then staring down in even greater shock as your master falls at her feet.\n\n"Forgive me, forgive me Asmaneh! I am the most wretched man to live, that I ever thought to harm you! Take my life if you would, knowing it was I that sent the genie to do you harm! I will do whatever you ask that you would only be happy, whether you hate me the rest of your life or no!"\n\nAsmaneh winds up not taking his life, though she does ask for some clothing. She actually forgives him... you're not sure you would, but hey, it's a different culture and a different time. Turns out her father <i>sold</i> her to the merchant, and lied to your master so that he could not claim offense.\n\n"The bastard, that he would treat you like a horse he had found a better buyer for," your master swears. "Genie, I want you to...!"\n\n"Beloved," Asmaneh whispers, reaching out a hand to rest on his arm.\n\n"..." He raises a hand and waves it a bit, then pats her hand. "You are right, you are right."\n\n"If I could make a suggestion?" you say. "Seems like if all those two care about is money, the best way to hurt them is to take it away."\n\n"It is well-thought, genie," your master replies musingly. "What say you, Asmaneh?"\n\n"Hm. While I would not see my father dead, I doubt I will cry many tears if he were left with little but the roof over his head."\n\n"Then I wish it so!"\n\nYou consider saying 'sim-sim-salabim' and clapping your hands, but honestly you're not sure if that could turn out to be offensive or not. So instead you just snap your fingers. "There. Any material objects of real value they had, and any monetary wealth they could lay claim to, is now stored in a chamber below this house. Use it as you like."\n\n"Thank you, genie. Ah... if you would...?" Your master grins and tilts his head a bit towards Asmaneh, who blushes.\n\n"Oh, right, right. Have fun. Just don't knock over the lamp or something." With that, you dissolve again and disappear back inside the lamp.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue|SamGenie1x7]]

The sight of the massive male monster growing hard and with fairly obvious intent to rape you into a quivering pile of flesh has your pussy growing puffy and wet, practically dripping down your thighs in an instant. Well, why else would you imagine your characters wearing something as blatantly lewd as this outfit if it weren't in the back of your mind that you'd like to get captured and ravished? You might not have wanted to go full Magical Realm in your games, but it's obvious that this world has no such compunctions, to judge by the now throbbing pillar of black-green meat shaking in your direction. \n\nOf course you still have to fight, you think a little dazedly as it comes charging right at you, big fists slamming against the ground as it runs partially on all fours. It might just intend to smash you and eat you instead of just violently raping you like you want it to! Your hand is shaking with the intensity of your arousal as you grab one of the longswords at your belt out of its sheath, striking against the monster's first haymaker swing with the blade. The impact bloodies the beast's knuckles and almost knocks the sword out of your hands, but the creature doesn't even seem to notice, instead swinging its other long arm around and backhanding you, the impact striking your side. You're knocked over, sent twisting and thudding to the ground on your knees, head thumping against the ground just enough to briefly stun you, your sword tumbling away into some tallish grass. \n\nYou start to push yourself up, only for a huge, powerful hand to thump down atop your head, practically wrapping around it. It feels like the monster could crush your skull like a grape at the slightest whim, and the thought has you quivering in intense arousal, more of your honey sliding ticklishly down your inner thighs. The beast growls and grunts as its other hand grips at your waist, and you can feel its cock brushing against your bare thighs as it nudges up beneath the chainlink loincloth. The thick head brushes across your sodden pussy, actually pressing your lips apart a bit as you gasp out and give a short, whorish moan... but then as the beast shifts position some behind you, its cock slides up and comes to nudge up between your asscheeks. "H-huh?! Wait, that might be a little muUUUUUAAAAAAH!" you squeal as it abruptly thrusts forward, your whole body jerking hard in instant orgasm as the monster forces its huge prick into your asshole.\n\nJust as you might have expected... and hoped... the monster starts ramming into you hard, over and over again, almost immediately burying the full length of its powerful prick into your violated hole. You moan out eagerly as it slams into you over and over again, bulging up your stomach with the outline of the huge thing, its heavy leathery sack slapping against your still virgin pussy and quickly getting soaked as you cum all over them repeatedly. In no time at all you're fucking back against it as well as you can, shaking your hips eagerly towards it, encouraging it to rape you harder, moaning out "Fuck, fuck yes, use me, pound me with your dick, use my hole, fuck!" and a litany of other pleas and demands as it violates you. Whether the beast understands you or not, it certainly seems encouraged, grunting and growling even louder as its cock throbs inside you. You quickly lose count of the number of times you've cum, but that's nothing compared to feeling its cock start to swell inside you as it suddenly slams forward. And then you're being flooded with so much cum your toned belly swells slightly, your body twitching and hips bucking with the intensity of the feeling, the knowledge that you're being used as a cumdump by a nonsentient monster. The intensity of your own orgasm is only heightened by its hand tightening around your head, as if it were thinking of ending you there and then even as it was still pumping its seed deep into your violated ass, the realization making you cum so hard your eyes roll up and your tongue lolls out.\n\nThe beast grunts as it pulls out of you, cock sliding free of your stretched, cum-smeared hole and wobbling a bit in the air, having lost a little hardness. It grunts and snuffles as it steps back a bit, removing its hands from you, perhaps curious what you'll do. Once you've stopped quivering in orgasm and mewling like a braindead fuckpet, you push yourself up and stagger to your feet, more cum dribbling out of your hole and gushing down your legs. You turn towards the creature, and it hisses a bit as you raise your hands... but then it seems confused as all you do is work a handful of latches and send your equipment clattering to the ground. Now clad in nothing but the assless chaps and your boots, you step towards the wary creature and then squat down in front of it, leaning in to start licking and sucking at the big inhuman prick that was only moments ago raping your ass, eagerly sucking cum off of it and fondling the beast's heavy, dirty balls. The taste is undeniably inhuman, the realization that you're sucking off what's basically a predatory animal practically making you cum again.\n\nThough at first confused by your activities, the monster clearly doesn't want to discourage you... and just as quickly decides to take charge. Soon, instead of worshiping it with your lips and tongue, you're having your face fucked, one of its huge hands once again wrapped around your head in a constantly threatening embrace as it slam-rapes your throat. Your hands grip on its short, incredibly powerful thighs, moaning and gulping eagerly around its pistoning prick as its balls slap against your chin, looking up worshipfully at the mindless creature trying its best to breed your mouth-pussy. It hisses and snarls down at you, as if even now thinking that it might kill and devour you at any moment, the thought making your hips shake and buck and your pussy quiver in delight. When it yowls again and thrusts forward, your eyes roll and you cum hard as it dumps its next load down your throat, enough of its jizz rushing out that some escapes from around your lips and smears all over your face. This time when it pulls out you're left gasping, cum dribbling down your chin as you watch the beast step back, letting out little grunts as it settles onto its hindquarters and then leans back, cock flopping against its toned belly as if spent.\n\n"Noooo," you moan softly, leaning onto your hands and crawling on all fours towards it, your ass shaking in the air like the bitch in heat that you are. You wrap your hands around the flagging shaft, the beast grunting as you stroke and urge at it. "You have to defile <i>all</i> my holes! It's not done until you fuck my pussy and use it as a cumdump, proving I'm nothing but a whore for monsters!" You doubt it actually understands you, but between your tone, your hands, and some more licking and sucking at it, its cock does get hard again, soon jutting up over its belly as the beast watches you, almost seeming fascinated. This time you clamber up on top of it, using a hand to aim its prick, and slam yourself down, squealing gleefully as you stuff its entire huge cock into your previously unfucked cunt all in one go. You begin slamming yourself down on it over and over again, doing your best to rape yourself on the beast's powerful pole, shaking your hips to make sure it stretches you out and ruins you as much as it can. The monster's big hands grip your hips, actually urging you down even more, and overcome by desire you lean in as it brings its head close to you, licking at its inhuman maw like a dog as you moan and whimper. It opens its mouth, its dripping, seemingly prehensile tongue snaking across your face before slipping into your mouth, leaving you sucking and tonguing it wantonly as its cock throbs inside your pussy. When it shoves upward and starts unloading into you again, you cum harder than ever thinking that it might be knocking you up, impregnating you with its vile seed and forever marking you as a breeding sow for monsters.\n\nThings get a little hazy after that... you basically came so hard you were blacked out, but you're pretty sure it fucked you a few more times at least. Or so it seems when you wake up, laying face-down on the ground, your arms at your sides and legs spread, cum still dripping out of your pussy and your entire body smeared with sweat, monster skin-oil, and lots and lots of partially dried jizz. Pushing yourself to your feet, you take a look around... it seems to be about midmorning and no sight of your rapist. All your stuff is still here so it really was most likely just a nonsapient beast that happened to be generally humanoid. Having that emphasized, and realizing that you really did spend at least half the night being a mindless animal in heat for a nonsentient beast, makes you moan and reach down to fondle your well-used pussy a bit. \n\nWell. That was certainly an upswing to a bad start! Now it's time to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-get your things and go.|GGWar]]\n\n[[-wander into the woods and hope for more.|GGWar]]

"Gosh, dad, you're, like, right'n'stuff!" Harry says in perfect after school special aesop tone, even as he gives his cock a few more thrusts into your ass. "Friends <i>are</i> better when they're shared!"\n\n"That's right, son!" Herschel chirps. "Why don't we share your new friend a little more?"\n\nThe father and son mascots pull their cocks out of your holes, leaving you gasping hoarsely (pun not intended). You can feel cum, or whatever it is, dribbling out of your stretched asshole and down your taint, tickling over your balls. Harry gives you a nudge on the side, and it's pretty clear what they want. You obey with little hesitation, staying on hands and knees but turning around to face Harry, displaying your well-fucked ass for Herschel.\n\nThe adult horse wastes little time in pushing his dick into your cum-lubed hole, and you moan like a slut as you feel yourself getting stretched open even more than before. Harry rubs his cock against your face, and with only a little more hesitation than before, you tilt your head so you can slide your mouth, and your throat, down over the cock that just recently fucked you to two anal orgasms. Luckily, other than a slightly musky taste, there doesn't seem to be anything gross about it... you're starting to get the hint that these mascots really are magic or something.\n\nHarry grips the sides of your chest to hold you up as he starts fucking your throat even more eagerly than his father did. That leaves your hands free, and you bring one up to squeeze his ass, the other cupping and fondling his balls. Both definitely feel like a mascot uniform... it's like squeezing a stuffed toy's ass, or an overstuffed felt ball. Still, at this point you think that's pretty fucking sexy, since you're currently building to your third orgasm in twenty minutes.\n\nThe horse mascots dump their third loads into your holes, and you spray your third one all over the sheets again. Something in the back of your mind says you should be getting tired, or at least your balls should be aching by this point, but you have no problems staying hard and staying eager as father and son take only a brief rest before resuming their teen boy spitroast for a fourth and final time.\n\nFinally, they both pull out and collapse onto the bed. You wind up flopped between them, pressed between the large, warm cloth bodies. Both horses begin snoring loudly and exaggeratedly, with a whinny at the end of the exhale.\n\n<hr>\n[[Probably best to leave now.|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[Too... exhausted. Must... sleep.|HaroldHorse1x7]]

There's just no way you could move after that epic fucking. Sighing, you let your head slump to the pillow, your eyes dropping closed and consciousness almost immediately fleeing.\n\nYou wake up laying facedown on the bed, Herschel's cock already slid halfway into you. By the time you're fully awake it's all the way in and he's fucking you while you lay flat on your belly, your cock rubbing against the sheets as he bounces you against the mattress. You moan into the pillow and grip the sheets as he gives you a good-morning plowing, you guess before he heads off to work in the park.\n\nOnce Herschel has poured his first load of cum of the day up your ass, he pulls out and is immediately replaced by Harry's. Your cock rubs through the cum you just sprayed against your belly and on the white sheets as he pounds into you, your moans turning into somewhat girlish squeals as he duplicates the job his father just did. They continue switching out a few more times, before pulling you into a new position.\n\nHarry flops onto his back and guides you up atop him. Facing away, you eagerly help him maneuver you into position, so that you can sink down onto his massive cloth dick, moaning and gasping all the way, until your soft human balls come to rest against his firm stuffed ones. Then you begin riding the horse, bouncing up and down on him, the bed creaking underneath you as you pound your ass on his stiff pecker. Your own dick bounces wildly as you move, gyrating and wet with your own cum in the light.\n\n"Bouncin' on the bed sure is fun!" Herschel says cheerfully as he stands up on the mattress, pulling your shirts off to bare your skinny teenage boy chest before guiding his own dick to your mouth. You lean forward and grab his hips, eagerly gulping down the soft felt hardon and letting it work around in your throat as you bounce in his son's dong. You're starting to wonder if they're going to skip work or what, and just how long this ecstatic fucking is going to last... because they sure don't seem eager for you to leave.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HaroldHorse1xEnd]]

You clamber up onto the screaming neon sheets on all fours, your balls dangling down between your thighs and your cock jutting slightly forward. You're really not sure what you're thinking at this point, since he clearly intends to fuck you with that massive stuffed horse prick, but you're too mellow to really care at this point.\n\nHarry scrambles onto the bed behind you, giving your ass a few squeezes with his soft-gloved hands before pressing the flared tip of his costume cock up against your asshole. Before you can protest that he at least needs some lube or something like that, he starts pushing in. Your eyes go wide in shock as the flared felt fuckstick spreads your asshole open and then pops inside, stretching you out ahead of the thick shaft as it goes. You realize it really should hurt... you've never actually been fucked before, it's made of cloth, he's going in dry. But it doesn't at all... it just feels <i>really</i> good getting stretched around his cock, and it goes in smoothly despite how tight you are and how big it is. And the felt doesn't bother you at all... it just feels really soft as it slides against the walls of your asshole, your tightness squeezing around the tightly-packed stuffing.\n\nHe keeps pushing on in, deeper and deeper, feeling impossibly deep, until you can feel his sheath pressing against your stretched pucker and his big cloth balls resting against your largely hairless flesh and blood ones. Then, waisting no time, he grabs your waist and begins fucking you, hard and fast, pumping a good foot of his cloth cock in and out of your stretched little previously virgin ass. You moan and gasp, your eyes closing as you concentrate on the feeling of that big mascot prick pumping into you with all the same teenage urgency you feel.\n\nDespite the fact that Harry hasn't even touched your aching, throbbing cock the entire time, and that it's your first time being fucked up the ass, you eventually cum, shooting your load all over the neon green sheets with neon pink UFOs on them. Harry slams his dick into your spasming asshole a few more times, then gives a loud whinny and shoves in. You can feel something hot and liquid being poured deep into you, and you groan at the pleasure of it.\n\n"Well, what's this then?" comes a corny-sounding voice from the side. Your eyes shoot open and you look over, seeing Herschel the Horse standing nearby, his white-gloved hands fisted on his hips.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have no response for that.|HaroldHorse1x5]]\n\n[["It's not what it looks like!"|HaroldHorse6x1]]

You just stare at the newly-arrived mascot. You don't really know what to say to a character actor father who's just caught you with his character actor son's big cloth horsedick up your ass.\n\n"Like, hey dad," Harry groans, not seeming the least discomfited. He even works his cock in and out of you by about an inch, making you give a little moan despite yourself.\n\n"Hey there, son! Made a new friend, huh?" Herschel's tone is suddenly bright and cheerful. "Well friends are always better when they're shared!" He drops his clown pants, a felt equine pecker easily two feet long and thicker than his son's springing upright with a comical *bwoi-oi-oing*. \n\nBefore you can even form a protest or thought, Herschel clambers up on the bed and kneels in front of you, pushing the flared head of his dick into your mouth. Putting one toon-gloved hand on the back of your head, he begins pushing it down your throat with the same slow, steady motion Harry used to penetrate your ass. Again, intellectually you know he shouldn't be able to do that, it should hurt, or you should gag or puke or something from deepthroating something so huge for the first time. But even as the flared head creates a large bulge visibly sliding down the outside of your throat, followed by the lesser bulge of his shaft, all you can think of is how good it feels to suck dick.\n\nOnce Herschel gets his cock deep enough down your throat, it's like you just automatically become the best cocksucker ever, your throat gulping at him and squeezing around him reflexively. Even his moan of pleasure sounds clownish and cheesy, but who cares, he's still got a great pecker. He keeps going until you've taken him all, your lips pressed against the slightly fuzzier felt of his sheath. Then he begins fucking your throat in earnest, never pulling out all the way. Harry resumes fucking your ass, the father and son mascots spitroasting you between them.\n\nHerschel's big overstuffed balls slap your chin firmly every time he thrusts in, Harry's balls slapping against your own a moment later. You can hear the horses moaning in their character voices and giving much more horselike whinnies above you as they pound away at you, and this time it's they who cum first, Harry dumping another voluminous load in your ass, Herschel spurting his own almost directly into your belly. That sets you off again, your moan almost inaudible with your throat stretched around Herschel's big felt dick as you spray a second load into the puddle on the sheets.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|HaroldHorse1x6]]

You grin lazily and shift a little on the beanbag chair. "Yyyyup."\n\n"Yeah, me too, duder. May as well let 'em fly'n'junk, it's just, like, us dudes here." You're not only amazed as he proceeds to unbutton the fly of the oversized jeans with his gloves still on, but that apparently the clothes aren't just part of the costume. In fact, he proceeds to draw out an eighteen-inch-long horsecock made of... you're guessing pink felt or something like that. He starts lazily pumping his hand up and down the length, bumping it against the bottom of the flared head at the tip.\n\nYou stare for a few moments, then just snicker. Hey, man, whatever gets him off. You go ahead and open your own jeans and shove your underwear down, drawing your merely human seven inches out and starting to stroke it as well. The two of you continue this for awhile, stroking your cocks with one hand and passing the joint with the other. You get most of the way through a third one before Harry makes a soft moaning noise.\n\n"Um, hey, duder, you like... I mean, did you maybe wanna, y'know... fuck, an' junk?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Not really into that.|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[... You know what, why not?|HaroldHorse1x3]]

"Actually... yeah." Your lazy grin grows wider than before, and your cock gives a little throb in your hand. The situation has actually gotten so ridiculous that it's now turning you on. "Sure, let's fuck."\n\n"Awesome, dude! I mean, like, y'know, whatever." Not doing that great of a job of hiding his eagerness, Harry jumps to his feet and tucks the remainder of the joint into an ashtry on his desk, then shoves his jeans the rest of the way down, kicking them over his gaudily-colored sneakers. He shrugs out of his jacket, leaving him in the sunglasses, sneakers, and t-shirt. The build of the mascot suit actually isn't that bad, they managed to convey a lean teenage build with some muscle on it.\n\nYou kick off your shoes before standing up and shoving down your pants and underwear, stepping out of them. You decide to leave your shirts on since Harry's leaving his on, your smooth teenage cock jutting out from beneath the folds of cloth.\n\n"Okay, duder, so like, get up on the bed on all fours'n'junk," Harry encourages, stroking his cloth horsecock again. You can see that the designers also included a pair of baseball-sized balls in a brown fur sack below the ring of a sheath at the base of his dick.\n\n<hr>\n[[You got it.|HaroldHorse1x4]]\n\n[[Hey, who said you were topping?|HaroldHorse5x1]]

"Very well," you announce after a moment's thought, sliding off the demon horse's back and stepping away slightly. A slight push of your will through your horse sees his veiny black cock sliding smoothly free of his sheath and near-instantly achieving full erection, bobbing and twitching beneath his belly. "Go on then, have a drink."\n\n"Thank you, oh thank you," the succubus whimpers gratefully at being allowed to suck your horse's cock, crawling forward and hefting herself up onto her knees, settling back onto her heels and weakly raising her hands to start stroking the shaft as she pushes her lips over the flared head. She seems eager and sincere enough, so after a moment you have your steed start coming, sending a slow but steady flow of thick, steaming-hot cum down the hungry demoness' throat.\n\nOf course, that's when things get interesting. You watch with fascination as the demoness's skin begins to darken, turning a much deeper purple and continuing to do so even as other changes overcome her. Her crotch bulges forward, starting to push out a long, thick cylinder, and below it a pair of hefty, dark balls start to grow, dangling down between her spread thighs. Her humanlike feet twist and reshape, the sharp black nails on the tips of her toes altering as her toes fuse together, deepening to a dark metallic luster. As she bobs her head over your steed's cock, moaning eagerly, her pointed ears grow a bit longer and more backswept, and tufts of fur grow around her wrists as her hands pump along the shaft, a smaller duplicate of which now juts from between her legs. Her muscles grow more powerful and defined, bulging thickly before slipping back into sleeker feminine curves that nevertheless leave little doubt as to their power. As her skin turns entirely black, her hair and spade-tipped tail burst into flames, her hair becoming a crackling mane, the tail shifting to drift a shorter distance than before. 'Cracks' of glowing ember red spread up from above her hooves and the tufts of fur around her wrists, and down her scalp from her hair.\n\n"Hm," you murmur to yourself as she finally pulls her mouth away to pant, a last spurt of steaming demon horse seed spattering across her ink-black tits. "It must be because we're both powerful and new. Our energies are imposing themselves on other patterns... especially weak ones."\n\n"Huh?" the demoness asks, looking up at you with fiery orange eyes. The concept you just voiced should be natural for a demon of her level... or what she looked like she was at before... to comprehend. It looks like a fair bit of her brain didn't survive the change to being part hell horse.\n\n"Nothing, my little brute," you answer, walking over to stroke a hand over her flaming hair, grinning as she nuzzles up under your touch happily. You reach into her mind through the energy you control that's now inside of her, peeling off most of the rest of her own free will. Yes, Brute... that will do. "Why were you out here in the first place?"\n\n"Uhhhhh." Brute clambers up to her hooves, looking back and forth, then shrugging. "Can't remember."\n\n"Ah well. No great loss, most likely." Shrugging, you swing back astride your steed and point ahead. "Let's be off, then, there's more wastes to explore."\n\n"Yes, Mistress!" Brute grunts, setting off at a trot that fairly easily keeps up with the full horse's.\n\n"Do you remember anything at all about what's out here?" you ask presently, glancing aside at your new slave.\n\n"Not much, Mistress," Brute answers, frowning, her brow wrinkling as she pushes her part-bestial brain to provide answers. "I do know that there is a Draegon somewhere out here, though. I saw some signs of its passing before, that is something you never forget."\n\n"A Draegon?" That makes you raise your eyebrows. Powerful demon dragons, Draegons are more like minor gods than anything else. If one could somehow manage to slay one, not only the vast treasures likely to be recovered from its corpse but the prestige could be enough to make anyone, no matter how new and relatively feeble, lord of a vast stretch of the plane overnight.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's go! Let's fight it right now!|GGHell]]\n\n[[Don't be stupid.|GGHell1x4]]

"Sure, let's do it," you reply, trying to play it cool and keep the eagerness out of your voice. If this turns out to be a trick or a joke, you can at least play it off like you were kidding.\n\n"Great, duder, this way." Harry turns and beckons you to follow him, setting off down a pathway and eventually heading into a small alley between two buildings. There's a door sign marked with a silhouette of Herschel and the text 'MASCOTS ONLY', but Harry pushes it open and beckons you through. Inside is a cramped-feeling sort of place about like you'd expect... vanities, tables, lockers. You almost expect Harry to stop and take his gear off, but he instead leads you up a set of stairs. Curious, you continue to follow.\n\nThe stairs lead up to a hallway with doors marked with mascot outlines, though you notice it goes a long way down with a number of unmarked doors as well. Harry, as you might expect, heads to the door with his outline on it and beckons you inside, closing it behind you. The room inside is done up like a stereotypical nineties teenager's room... posters of radical skater dudes on the walls, eye-searing colors, and clothes piled artfully on the floor in places that they won't get in the way of characters moving around. Wow, they actually made up <i>rooms</i> for the characters, this place is seriously method.\n\nHarry flops down on a beanbag chair next to the desk, and you take the spare one that looks like a soccer ball. Still fully-garbed, the mascot opens one of the drawers and pulls out a gallon freezer bag actually filled to bursting with marijuana. You stare as he opens it and pulls out enough to roll a cigarillo-sized joint with, wondering if you're both going to jail for life if you get caught.\n\nHarry passes you the joint and a lighter, and after a moment's hesitation you get it going. You cough a little at the first few puffs, then pass it back over. Harry inhales through the mask's mesh mouth... that's pretty skillful, you have to admit. The two of you just toke and pass for awhile, occasionally bursting into laughter as a funny thought crosses your minds... of course, you've got more funny thoughts to go around, you're sitting in a ridiculous cartoon room getting high with a guy in a horse costume.\n\nAs you're about halfway through the second oversized joint, Harry looks over you, big head lolling back and forth a bit. "Heeeey, like, duuude... do you got, like, a stoner boner goin' on, an' junk...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yyyyyup.|HaroldHorse1x2]]\n\n[[Nnnnnope.|HaroldHorse3x1]]

Deciding to take a look at what's new in the World, you start up the client and wait for it to do a few minor patches that have been done since the large update. You're not terribly surprised when there's a popup after the login screen proclaiming the new additions.\n\n<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff;">Welcome to World of Alliance: The Path of Ecstasy! </span></h1>\n<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff;">We are very excited to bring this new expansion, with new class dynamics, challenges, and abilities to the World of Alliance. </span></p>\n<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff;">However, World of Alliance is now an 18+ game. Please verify your age in the box below to continue.</span></p>\n<p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>\n<hr>\n[[Yeaaaaah, sure. ... 43.|GGWOW1x1]]\n\n[[Be honest.|GGWOWstartend]]

"I... this is all a little much, y'know?" you admit, biting your lower lip.\n\n"Tell me about it," Elaine says with a sigh, shaking her head. "See, you two, I told you, you went and hit him with it too fast, now he doesn't want to."\n\n"I mean... I may want to some time, but it's like... I need at least a little while to process this, y'know?" you tell them, glancing around. "At least let me think about it for a little while, okay?"\n\n"Yes, that seems wise," Sir Rupert agrees, though he does look just a little disappointed. "Really it's probably better that you have some time to adjust to the family and our situation before leaping right into any decisions. Well, come along then, I'll show you around!"\n\nYou're given a tour of the upper floors of the building, the lower parts of which contain what's effectively an old English mansion, just with a really fantastic view of the city. Sir Rupert informs you that for now it's best if you don't go into the very top levels, where the labs, workrooms, and training areas are... without powers or training, they could just be too hazardous, he tells you, which you try not to let make you too terribly curious. But the tour ends with him showing you which room is yours, and it's just as great as the rest of what you've expected. The clothes are a little more stiff and pip-pip-cheerio than you're used to, but Hazel asserts that they'll buy you some things in more your style.\n\nAnd so two months or so pass. While you go out to classes at a nearby private school a few days a week, a lot of your learning is done via terminals in the house. Your wardrobe is refined, though you wind up with a lot of small-knit long-sleeve shirts where the colors seem somehow not quite good enough, like they're on an old TV that's slid out of proper tube calibration or whatever they had. You wind up with a lot of free time, both since you're primarily home-schooled, but also since your new family does tend to have to run off to save the day a lot. Still, you do grow pretty close to them, and at the end of the second month it's starting to feel comfortable to call them 'Dad', 'Mom', and 'Sis', though they all seem a bit amused by your more American-style pronunciations.\n\nOne morning you've finished your terminal classes early and are thus seated on the couch in the media room playing the latest waifu fighter game on the big screen, when Hazel... well, Mom... walks in. You're a little embarrassed that you've got a pair of bikini-clad girls beating each other up on screen, but she just glances at it, seeming completely unfazed, which you've noticed is a nice thing about her, she hasn't once given any hint of being a prude. "Hello, dear," she chirps cheerfully.\n\n"Hey, Mom. Gotta run off to save the world again?"\n\n"No, nothing's come up so far today, though your father and sister are out and about ready to deal with it if it does. I actually have some errands to run today, I just thought I'd come by and see if you perhaps wanted to come with me." She smiles fondly as she walks over and strokes your hair gently. "Or if you just wanted me to stay home and spend some time with you. You've only been with us a short time, but you are my son, and I would do absolutely anything if it made you happy."\n\n<hr>\n[[That's sweet, but you're fine.|RunFF1x3]]\n\n[[Sure, you'll run errands with her.|RunFF5x1]]\n\n[[... Wait, absolutely anything?|RunFF2x1]]

"The... summoning thing, I guess," you finally suggest. You don't think Maya would do anything really dangerous, but if she looked at the potions or creatures section you do think it's possible she might try to cook something or go somewhere, and that's just a headache you don't need.\n\n"Alright, let's see." She flips through the pages to the proper section, then settles the book a bit better on her lap. "Sparing you the full pronunciation guide, 'These creatures of Hell may be summoned to you. Be warned, they may yet come in their own time, and that they are in your control is of no guarantee, especially if you be of weak will or unskilled in magic.'"\n\n"That... doesn't sound good," you murmur, scooting away a little.\n\n"Psh, oh calm down." Maya glances at you, one corner of her mouth quirking. "It's clearly just giving the writer an out for it not working. 'Oh, the demon didn't show up? Well like it said, they show up in their own time, could be a century from now!'"\n\n"I guess. Still, maybe we shouldn't mess with this."\n\n"Don't be such a fraidy. Let's see, so what can we summon? '[[Anh Ihnkubuz Mozt Wikkedd|QOIncStart]]'? '[[Ah Sukkubahs Mozt Seduktihf|QOSucStart]]'?" She smirks at you for that, making you blush and frown back at her for the teasing. Maya glances back down at the page, running her finger along the list. "'[[Ay Hownde uhv Helle|QOBook11x1]]'? '[[Tehntaklz uhv teh Abisz|QOBook]]'? '[[Anh Ihmppe to Sarvh Yoo|QOBook]]'? Haha, wow, they all have silly chants and things."\n\n"Maya..."\n\n"C'mon, Jamie. Don't be a chicken. Pick one!"

Grinning, you select Poison Alter. The character model is pretty close to the latest ones for Poison, but you've, well, altered it. For one thing her hair is a pale, almost white pink, her eyes are yellow, her skin is a dark brown, and you've made her breasts rather bigger, leaving her little black top stretched over them and showing almost half the undersides. Unlike 'regular' Poison, this one is also obviously packing, a massive bulge in the front of her little black cutoffs, the button undone so that it looks like that huge dick is going to come spilling out at any moment.\n\nUnlike most of the others, Poison Alter doesn't have a lot in the way of body mod powers. Virtually everything she does is based around one thing, pure and simple: violation and corruption. 'Moral degeneration' might be an even better term. She hits fast, hard, and rapes the fuck out of her opponents. The others may have wild and perverse abilities involving everything from cock vore to latex doll transformation, but Poison Alter is there for just all-out cock-slamming, ball-slapping fucking.\n\nAnd so! Who are you going to grab and ram that huge brown prick into first, hm? Well, before you decide "who", you need to pick "what from".\n\n[[King of Fighters|GG-FF-PA-KoF]]\n\n[[Street Fighter|GG-FF-PA-SF]]\n\n[[Final Fantasy VII|GG-FF-PA-FF7]]\n\n[[Sailor Moon|GG-FF-PA-SM]]

You stand there for quite awhile, watching several other witches and wizards come in and out of the train and the car. Eventually Professor Senna emerges with the numb-looking Samsa in tow.\n\n"There's nothing to do but begin research tonight." Senna draws a pocketwatch from inside her robes and glances at it, then sighs. "I'm afraid the other students will be dispersing to their dorms by now... Mary, Layla, I'm deeply sorry, but it looks like you've missed your sorting."\n\nIf anything the three siblings look even more miserable at that, though you're just confused. Sorting? Professor Senna returns the pocketwatch, and instead draws out a chunk of white quartz about the size of a thick marker. "Here, dear, I know it's no ceremony, but let's get you sorted so you can go to bed and get some rest."\n\nMary sniffles and nods, reaching out to take the crystal. In her hands the flaws turn golden, while the clear parts become a misty blue-white.\n\n"There we go, Winterlion, a family tradition continues," Senna says with gentle good cheer, resting a hand atop Mary's head. Accepting the crystal back, she turns and hands it to you. You somehow expect it to move or warm in your hands when it changes color, but it just feels like cool, still crystal as the flaws turn a bright sunny yellow and the clear parts turn orange. "Bruinhaus. Not a terribly big surprise," Professor Senna says in a dry tone as she takes the crystal back.\n\n"I... I was hoping we might get sorted together," Mary whispers, looking up at you in disappointment.\n\n"Guess not," you answer, finding to your surprise that you feel a little disappointed too.\n\n"Jeffrey, if you'll escort the young Carpenters to the lower dorm, I'll take Layla to the lodge. Thank you." Professor Senna leads you down the train steps and along the front walkway, waiting for a few moments to let you stare up at the massive castle with its numerous spires in a mishmash of different periods and styles. Then she beckons you along as she diverges down a different path. "I imagine you'll like Bruinhaus, Layla. It's the only dorm that's separate from the castle, and there's quite a laid-back attitude towards scholastic endeavors. I'd advise you to try and reflect the spirit of your dormmates... they'll be quite kind to you, if you let them."\n\nNormally you might snort at that, but considering you just watched someone get turned into a stone carving, you're perhaps willing to open your mind a little on the idea that your prior worldview might need adjusting. Making a mental note to not leap right to trying to manipulate your dormmates... at least, not yet... you finally venture, "Uh, Professor Senna?"\n\n"Yes, Layla?"\n\n"What happened to Harriet?"\n\n"Before she was fully petrified, I pulled her mind and spirit out of her body and put it into a gem. Hopefully I got it all and didn't miss anything."\n\nYour eyes widen at that. Okay, maybe if the teachers can do that sort of thing here, you ought to listen to them. Weighing her earlier advice more heavily, you nevertheless clear your throat. "Well, I mean, that too, but... why did that... spider-thing..."\n\n"Crawling Curse."\n\n"Right. ... Wait, why didn't it make her crawl around, then?"\n\n"First of all, because it is a curse that crawls about on its own, not a curse that forces you to crawl about. Second, because Crawling Curses are designed to absorb hexes they're hit with, and deliver them to the nearest target in place of their original hex. Samsa Carpenter's petrification hex may not be the best thing that Harriet got hit with instead, but it's far from the worst."\n\n"Oh. But why was it sent after her in the first place?"\n\n"..." Professor Senna turns to face you, and you realize after a moment you're actually off to one side of the castle now, amidst an area with a lot of grass and a couple of trees. She sits down on the edge of a very large tree stump... you think it might even be fossilized... and looks at you. "Five years ago, a wizard named Histral tried to take over Harriet Weaver's body because he believed she would become the turning point in the inevitable war our society will experience. He earned a very thorough death at her hands for the attempt."\n\n"Harriet killed a guy when she was... ten?!"\n\n"Yes, out of self-defense. He was trying to eat her soul, I can hardly imagine a more mitigating circumstance."\n\n"So, what... people are mad at her over that, or something?"\n\n"Histral's disciples... his fanatical followers... apparently want Harriet dead for what she did to their leader. At least, that is the assumption." Professor Senna puts her hands together, tapping her fingertips together. "Layla, listen to me, this is important. You may eventually be approached by someone... an adult off-campus, or by letter... or even a teacher or fellow student. Your life prior to arrival at this school fits their profile for recruitment."\n\n"Recruitment?"\n\n"Yes. For their side in the upcoming war. You are not versed in our society, but let me assure you... if you care about <i>anyone</i> in the world outside this school, be it old schoolmates, friends, or your parents, they would not do well if the side that wants Harriet dead wins."\n\nYou feel a chill run up your spine, and you don't think it's the winter air. Professor Senna stands up and beckons you on again.\n\n"If nothing else, think of yourself. The mages that hold Histral's viewpoint don't treat their allies much better than they treat their enemies. If anyone like that approaches you, I trust you to manage to extricate yourself with the guile I know you possess, and hope you'll come right to me and tell me what happened."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth3ax3]]

Soon you arrive at what looks like some sort of... hunting lodge. You wrinkle your nose, but have to admit that it's separate enough from the castle that it gives a feeling of independence while being close enough you won't have to get up too early to be able to walk to class. At least, you hope.\n\nInside, it's actually not too bad... definitely way too "rustic" and "homey" for your taste, but it's warm and at least all the furniture looks comfortable if a little low-rent. Professor Senna gestures to some people sitting in easy chairs around the fire. "The one with the attempt at a beard is the male dorm head, looks like the female dorm head couldn't wait to go to bed. You'll see that a fair bit around here, I think. But I'll take my leave. Good night, Layla."\n\nShe sweeps on out, and after staring after her for a moment, you walk over towards the big fireplace. The guy she pointed out stands up... geez, he looks like he could even be over eighteen, with a thick head of red hair and what is, indeed, a scruffy attempt at a teenage beard.\n\n"Hey, you must be Layla. Sorry you missed your sorting, but eh, stuff happens, right?"\n\nWondering how much of the stuff that happened he actually heard about, you give a little nod. "Yeah, guess so."\n\n"Well, I'm John Smoit, I'm supposed to be in charge of the boys around here, but eh, everyone mostly manages their own stuff. Diana Archer's in charge of th' girls, you can meet her later, but pretty much the same thing there. You can come talk to us if someone's giving you grief, that's the biggest thing, basically we don't like anyone pushing dormmates around and we'll be all over that."\n\nAh. Senna's warning makes even more sense now (though you're still a little disturbed with how quickly she sized you up, almost like she recognized you). Internally you take that into consideration, but externally you just nod as if in understanding.\n\n"You've got your own room at the moment, there's tons in the house. Upstairs, hall on the left of the front entrance, all the way back and it's the green door, can't miss it. Let's see, was there anything else...?"\n\n"Toast," one of the teens still sitting near the fire calls.\n\n"Oh, right, right! We're supposed to do a toast whenever we get new members, but we already did it once tonight. I guess." He turns and calls back over. "Did we do the toast?!"\n\n"Diana did, that's why she said she wasn't waiting up!"\n\n"Okay!" John turns back to you, then pauses, and gestures to the air with his fingers. "... Okay, don't do what I just did, we're not supposed to be shouting after full dark. Right, anyway." He lifts the bottle he's holding and clears his throat. "'Be happy. Be calm. Do your best.'" He takes a swig from the bottle, then adds, with a wink, "Or not. I'm a dorm head, not a cop."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Very inspiring. Going to bed now.|Aspareth3ax4]]

Holy crap it is a GIANT SPIDER! Letting out a shriek that would do any horror movie star justice, you try to scramble back further against your seat. Everyone else, of course, jumps in shock. Wands get yanked out and up, but Samsa's the one who reacts most immediately, firing off a dull white bolt at the glowing spider.\n\nThe spell strikes and courses through the spider's body like blood visibly moving through veins, even as it drops to Harriet's lap and apparently sinks its fangs into her thigh. She howls and flings it away, making it spatter against the window. The redhead staggers forward out of her seat, then collapses to her knees as grey color begins spreading out from the bite marks.\n\nYou stare in disbelief, now too shocked to scream (unlike Mary) as you watch the color spread, carrying with it a rough texture not unlike... cement? Stone! The effect is happening on her other thigh, too, spreading out as if just to copy the other leg, sliding up and down her thighs and calves, locking her knees into position. Being on all fours, her robes flopped to the side, means that you can even see the stone as it slides up her thighs and under her skirt to petrify her rear, turning it literally sculpted beneath the white of her panties.\n\n"No!" Harriet cries, trying to twist to look at herself, but apparently finding it difficult as her middle solidifies. She twists and jerks her shoulders as if she could free herself from her own stone lower half, her breasts jiggling beneath her shirt, then ceasing as they too become sculpted stone. She whimpers as the stone starts to slide up her neck. "Oh god, oh god..."\n\nSuddenly the door slams open, and with a flare of long black robes and long white hair, a woman about your mother's age sweeps in and stabs her wand towards Harriet's forehead. The redhead's eyes go blank and glassy, just before the stone spell covers her face, leaving her eyes literally flat and empty as the petrification is completed, a statue dressed in actual clothes.\n\n"P-Professor Senna," Gabriel stammers, obviously as completely stunned as the rest of you have been. You realize that everything only took a few seconds to happen, it seemed like much, much longer.\n\nThe white-haired woman straightens up, sighing as she lifts a faintly-glowing green gem. "It looks like I got her in time." She looks up, scowling. "Where's the Crawling Curse?"\n\n"There," Gabriel says weakly, pointing at the splattered mess on the window.\n\n"I see. And Samsa, you flung the petrification hex at it?"\n\n"Yes. Oh, God, how stupid, I hexed a Crawling Curse, what have I done?" Samsa sobs, putting her hands to her face. "I've killed Harriet!" \n\nMary seems on the verge of actually wailing, and without her sister to comfort her, you... well, it's not like it comes naturally to you, but you find you hate seeing her so miserable, so you put an arm around her and start rubbing her shoulder.\n\n"You've not killed Harriet, because she is not dead, merely... heavily inconvenienced." Professor Senna sighs, beckoning to Samsa. "You made a mistake that mages with decades or even centuries more experience than you make constantly, dear, that's why they still <i>use</i> Crawling Curses. Come here, I'll need you and your wand."\n\nSamsa stands and moves over to stand beside the teacher, shaking all over as she tries to restrain her sobs. Gabriel looks on the verge of breaking down as well, running his fingers through his hair repeatedly and staring down at the unmoving statue his friend has become.\n\n"Who screamed?" Professor Senna asks after a moment.\n\nYou repress a wince. Normally you'd deny, deny, deny, but it's not like you think the other three will cover for you. Besides, it's not your fault for <i>screaming</i>, is it? Anyone would! "I... I did," you say quietly.\n\n"Layla? You're here?" \n\nYou stare back at Senna as she stares at you, wondering why she seems so familiar with you. But after a moment, she shakes her head.\n\n"Not the worst thing you could have done, by far, at least. You don't know any better yet... and as I said, older mages have made worse mistakes." She makes a 'come on' gesture. "The three of you, get your things and go over there to stand with that train guard."\n\nYou do as you're told, though it's definitely pretty creepy to edge around the solid stone statue of someone you were talking and chatting with just a few hours ago. Gabriel finally starts crying as he has to do just that, and you reach out to pat him on the back, feeling lame for doing so... on multiple levels. The uniformed guard gets the three of you into a corner and stands in front of you as the rest of the students disembark, waving them on whenever they try to stare or ask what's going on.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth3ax2]]

The little articulated metal arms all swing up and back into the interior of the tanning bed, before the lights click off and the lid swings open. You give a contented giggle and sit up, swinging your legs around and hopping to the floor, your tits bouncing a bit less than usual. "Like, that was totally awesome!" you chirp as you take off the visor and set it aside, brushing your hands through your hair and wiggling your tits in the air brazenly.\n\n"Like, I know, right?!" Akane replies with just as bubbly a tone, shimmying back and forth a little. Her skin has been darkened even more than yours, to the color a lot of people call "chocolate", making her bright pink nipples and pale makeup stand out even more than yours. Her tits have been enlarged and firmed up too, and blonde extensions have been woven to the ends of her black hair to make them all the more blatant as they drape down to her mid-back. Her nipples have been pierced by clear little rings, a color-shifting LED somewhere inside making them shift slowly through a spectrum of colors. "It was soooo awesome!"\n\n"Mmmm, you two do look amazing," Futana-sama purrs as she strides on over, looking you and Akane's forms up and down while you both giggle brainlessly. "Here, get dressed... or I should say, decorated."\n\n"'Kay, Futana-sama!" you both chirp, before turning to the small tables next to the Gyarizers you just came out of. You find an neon blue tubetop that you wiggle on over your big firm tits, the strap showing plenty of cleavage and a little underboob. You also wiggle into the neon green miniskirt that just barely covers your ass and crotch, before stepping into the garish pink and white platform heel boots and bending over to lace them up, showing your puffy bare pussy off to your mistress. You straighten up then put on the assortment of tacky costume jewelry bracelets and rings laid out, before turning and flouncing back over. Akane is joining you at almost the same time... she's wearing a yellow bikini top with day-glo orange tiger stripes on it, and a red microskirt that's literally more like a belt, since it shows the strings of the matching yellow and orange panties and the crotch of them as well, her legs sheathed in white leather platform boots. Futana-sama hands both of you a set of shopping bags.\n\n"There, that should be enough to tide you over until you can start building up proper slutty wardrobes of your own. And what's the best way to do that?" she prompts.\n\n"Fucking men who buy them for us!" you both sing-song back.\n\n"Of course!" She smiles broadly, then holds up one elaborately-nailed finger. "Now, what are the three most important things in your life?"\n\n"Like, take lots of cock!" you immediately gush, bouncing up and down.\n\n"And be super dumb and cheerful!" Akane adds excitedly, wiggling in place.\n\n"Ummmmmm..." you both trail off, rolling your eyes towards the ceiling in airheaded fashion.\n\n"'Spread the gyaru love'," Futana-sama prompts, giggling.\n\n"Spread the gyaru love!" you both squeal excitedly, thrusting a fist up in the air. Tittering happily, the two of you turn and flounce off down the hallway and back into the swimsuit store. The shop girl smiles wickedly as she sees you both, leaning forward and briefly tugging her bikini top to the sides to show off her pierced pink nipples, and sticking out her tongue to show off the ring in it. You and Akane both giggle and turn to return the favor, flashing her back before continuing out of the shop.\n\nAs the two of you make your way through the mall, you attract plenty of stares. The garish colors draw the first glance, then they wind up staring more at the sight of how scantily-dressed you are. You notice a big group of boys who look like they could be from your school ogling you as you saunter by, and you grin wickedly, pausing to look over your shoulder at them and bend forward slightly, sliding a hand up the back of your thigh and pushing your skirt up some to show them all your bare pussy. You giggle again as several practically collapse, quickening your steps to catch up to Akane.\n\n"So, like, yanno, what should we do now, and junk?" your former fiancee and now partner in sluttiness asks, glancing over at you, eyes devoid of much in the way of higher thought processes.\n\n"Ummmmmmmm." Gosh, yeah, you've still gotta make decisions even though you're dumb, huh? Well, they'll all be slutty decisions anyway!\n\n<hr>\n[["Let's get some cock!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Let's show off to our daddies!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Let's spread the gyaru love!"|FRanX]]

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Professor Hawker scowls at you, unaware that you're moving your fingers slightly to activate the controls for your chemical mixing gear as you concentrate and exhale. "Are you one of my class students complaining about the homework? Or is it my twitter that's upset you?" she demands, well and truly derailed, and with no idea that inside your coat and mask the vapor you've exhaled is being sucked up, processed to create more of it and its effects enhanced. "Listen, I'll have you know, I'm educating people! New Year's Eve <i>is</i> astrologically insignificant, and it combats ignorance to-" She starts as the vents on your mask exhale a pale white smoke that drifts right around her, practically fogging in her face as she coughs. "W-what is this? Perfume?! Smells like jasmine, and-" She shakes her head, obviously feeling her mind start to fog.\n\n"Just relax, Professor," you say soothingly, the audio from the speakers in the mask calibrated to more easily align with her brainwaves, letting your words slip deeper into her consciousness than they otherwise would. The vents exhale another cloud of vapor as you continue. "Just let the nice, relaxing smell clear your mind."\n\n"I... it does smell nice, but what... what's happening, I... it's hard to think," she stammers, staggering back a bit now in fear as her eyes grow glassy, though even that reaction is muted, and she winds up looking around as if uncertain of where she even is.\n\n"That's fine. You don't need to think. You can just stop entirely. Doesn't that sound nice?" you continue, vents puffing out small bits of fog almost as punctuation. "Feel your mind calming. Emptying. The constant clamor of thoughts in your head agitating you, disturbing you, is getting quieter and quieter, more peaceful, more serene."\n\n"But... ... no, I... like to think," she murmurs, obviously still struggling, but barely able to string those words together, and not sounding entirely convincing when she does. She looks at you more curiously than anything now, as if having trouble remembering anything from more than a few moments ago.\n\n"Do you? It's such a burden, though, isn't it? Thinking, planning, overthinking, struggling, the anxiety," you continue in a smooth, sympathetic voice, continuing to use that calming cadence as you approach. "You need a nice, long vacation from it. One where you don't think at all. Don't you agree?"\n\n"... vacation..." she murmurs, arms now settling to her sides and shoulders slumping, eyes heavy-lidded.\n\n"That's right, a vacation. A nice, long vacation. As long as you like. You won't have to come back until I tell you to," you continue, giving one last puff of vapor in her face. "Until then you can just stop. Thinking. Entirely."\n\nWith your words, the rest of the tension leaves her body, and her face goes slack, becoming a blank mask, eyes completely empty. You raise your hand a bit to snap your fingers in front of her eyes and near her ears. No reaction. Then you speak again. "Can you hear me?"\n\n"Yes," she murmurs faintly, voice flat and monotone.\n\n"Raise your right hand."\n\n"Yes," she repeats, lifting her hand in a smooth motion until it's over her head, wrist limp.\n\n"Alright, put it down." She immediately drops her arm. "And call me Master from now on."\n\n"Yes, Master," she murmurs, immediately letting her arm go limp again.\n\nGood. She's basically on autopilot now, her brain empty and simply responding to the special frequency of your mask's speakers. Now, the next step...\n\n<hr>\n[[... make more drones.|GasGwyn]]\n\n[[... "test" this drone.|GasGwyn2x2]]

"Drone, lead me to your office, and when we get there, strip," you command.\n\n"Yes, Master," the professor-turned-drone answers flatly, turning and walking down the hall with a slightly mechanical gait, leaving you strolling along after her. She shows you the way into a not particularly large but nicely-appointed office in a style featuring a lot of steel and glass. For the moment ignoring the drone as she starts removing her clothes with even, efficient movements, you circle the desk to sit down in the chair, eyeing the mirrored wall to one side. "Is there anything behind there?"\n\n"An observation room," the drone replies. "Sometimes I have students take makeup tests in my office. I use the observation room to see if they cheat."\n\nMy my, she is quite the strict one, isn't she? Or, was, you guess as you look her up and down. Large breasts that have sagged a bit with the years but still look decent enough. Rounded hips, thick black bush covering her crotch. You point in front of yourself. "Come here and do a slow circle so I can look at you."\n\n"Yes, Master." The drone moves to stand where you indicated and slowly turns in place. Oh, hey, she actually has a really fantastic ass, kind of fat but in a really good shape.\n\n"Good," you acknowledge as she finishes her turn, leaning back in the chair and stretching your legs out, spreading them a bit. "Now, blow me."\n\n"Yes, Master," the naked drone monotones, unhesitatingly moving to settle to her knees in front of you and undo your fly, pulling your stiff cock free. She leans forward and, blank expression never changing, slides her mouth over your prick and down, swallowing you in one single stroke without any hint of a gag reflex. She then begins bobbing her head up and down in long, mechanical strokes, staring directly ahead at your lap as she does.\n\n'Hm, interesting,' you muse as your new toy acts like... well, a toy. No creativity, obviously, that's a bit of a loss... probably only stores and retains information now. But your commands seem to directly bypass any typical bodily reactions so that she can obey you. Which makes you wonder if she can control said reactions. "Drone, have your pussy get wet." Though you obviously can't see anything from here, the sensors you built into your mask do register an increase in certain scents. "Wetter than that." Ah, now you can see arousal dripping down her thighs, and here and there falling in droplets off of the damp black curls you can see. "Alright, get up and bend over the desk," you order.\n\n"Yes, Master," the drone answers as she lifts her mouth off of your cock, immediately rising to her feet and bending over, tits pressing against the glass surface. You rise and move behind her, not wasting any time shoving into her dripping, black-furred pussy and starting to pump in quick, smooth thrusts, mostly just using her cunt to pleasure yourself in the slow, even way that fits with your 'natural high'. Letting your mind wander a bit as you make use of your drone's hole, you look over her desk, reaching over to pick up a picture with one hand and giving her ass a slap with the other hand, the drone's expression not so much as flickering at the impact, her eyes simply fixed straight forward at the wall. \n\n"Is this your family, drone?" you ask, eyeing the image of the stern woman now bent obediently over the desk, dressed little less severely than her office guard, standing with a sort of blandly handsome man and a twenty-something woman who looks like a prettier, slightly more cheerful and laid-back version of herself.\n\n"Yes, Master," the drone replies simply, apparently unruffled by having her pussy stuffed with another man's cock as she discusses her husband and daughter.\n\n"And what do they do, hm?"\n\n"My husband is a poet." Oh wow, either that's a case of opposites attracting or he must be a really awful poet. Maybe both. "My daughter is a graduate student of mechanical engineering at this school."\n\n"Oh? She done anything interesting?" you ask, almost idly sticking your thumb into your flat-faced slave's asshole as you urge her to tell her dominator about her daughter.\n\n"She designed and refurbished the ventilation system for this building," the drone answers immediately.\n\nOho, now that's very useful information. Grinning, you pull your cock out of the drone's sopping, dripping pussy and give it a few quick strokes with your hand, unloading all over her ass as you tell her, "Alright, drone, then the next thing we need to do is turn your daughter into my mindless slave, just like you."\n\n"Yes, Master," she answers, still bent over and with her now jizz-smeared ass offered, as if it were of no consequence to her what you'd just said.\n\nYou look the drone over. Hmmmm. Before you bring in the daughter tomorrow, though, you definitely need to do one thing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have the drone open up all the IAS project files.|GasGwyn]]\n\n[[Have the drone shower.|GasGwyn]]

"Well, I mean... if that's how you'd like to start showing your gratitude, Screamer, I guess it's up to you," you note, feeling your own cock start to stiffen in anticipation.\n\n"I have spent quite a long time observing sexual activities and the mortal obsession with them," Screamer muses aloud as Thak starts undoing his armor, pulling it off quickly enough and tossing it aside, leaving himself in nothing but that red undergarment, the side ties of which are starting to come undone as his cock strains at the material, the crimson cloth still hugging obviously heavy balls underneath. "Very well, I believe this will be an interesting start to my new life. As this room lacks adequate furniture, I think the most comfortable thing to do if we wish to get to it without delay is for you to get on your knees, Thak, and for me to get on all fours in front of you."\n\n"Works for me, whichever end y'wanna point towards me," Thak grunts as he reaches down and pulls off the cloth, his long, dark green cock springing free. It's every bit as long and thick as various bits of fantasy porn have led you to believe orcs would have, the heavy, almost leathery green sack below it virtually jiggling as the shaft sways with his movements as the orc settles onto his knees with a thud. Screamer somewhat more elegantly settles to her own knees and leans forward onto one hand, the other coming up to stroke at Thak's length lightly.\n\n"Very interesting," the newly-incarnated elf girl muses aloud as the orc gives a low moan, tilting her head back and forth to observe more closely as a drop of pre beads at the tip. She leans forward and licks the droplet off, then presses her mouth to the side of the shaft just under the head, obviously swirling her tongue around from the noises Thak makes in response. Screamer raises her head again after a moment, returning to stroking Thak lightly. "Feeling things, tasting things, both of these are very interesting, but it adds another fascinating layer that you're feeling and tasting another living creature, and hearing such responses from them."\n\nYou do your best to keep watching the two as you undress yourself, quickly getting out of your boots, bits of armor, and jacket before peeling off your shirt. Screamer still seems incredibly nonchalant about sucking an orc's cock mere minutes after coming to life for the first time, sliding her mouth over the tip and starting to bob her head lightly, deep blue eyes rolled up to watch his face as she slips more and more of it into her mouth. From your position you have a fantastic view of her body, including her perky tits jutting out below her, her pert ass raised in the air and wiggling a bit as she shifts a bit in place, flawless pale pucker visible above the soft pink of her hairless slit. \n\nKicking aside your pants, you stroke at your cock lightly as you take in the scene again, eyes trailing up Screamer's new body to where she's still slowly working her way down that fat, throbbing dark green shaft, those heavy balls hanging down below the base of it between Thak's thick thighs. You have absolutely got to get a taste of...\n\n<hr>\n[[... that pussy.|EricMF]]\n\n[[... that cock.|EricMF]]

If nothing else, that skeleton's the one that's the most laid out straight, and thus the one you're almost certain is entirely complete. Picking up Screamer you walk over and crouch down, gently lifting the skull away and doing your best to be mildly respectful about setting it aside, before placing Screamer down where it was.\n\nAlmost instantly the bones start to shudder, then draw in together, clicking into place and actually forming a proper skeleton-shaped skeleton rather than a vaguely skeleton-silhouette pile of bones. You can't help but scramble back in a bit of fright as the skull turns and the whole thing sits up, the nearby pile of valuables bursting into silver flames and rapidly being consumed, prompting a groan from Thak. You watch as the skeleton slowly gets to its feet, surprised to see little stretches of what you think are flesh starting to surround the bones as they pale and become less weathered-looking. The process seems to be going quite rapidly now, more and more flesh growing outward from the bones as they shift and move in place as if working soreness out of muscles that haven't even finished growing in yet. Making a face as visible pulsing organs take form, you glance away for a moment. By the time you look back, the body is mostly glistening with red muscle and yellow fat deposits, but even those have skin rapidly covering them. Screamer's arms raise over its head, one hand resting on the other wrist as it... she... arches her back, stretching as skin finishes covering her pert B-cups, flat toned stomach, and slender hips. She does a twist-and-turn in place as if getting used to the new muscles, showing off a sleek, toned ass and long, lean legs, honey-colored hair sprouting from her bare scalp and quickly spilling down just past her shoulderblades, around the backswept, pointed ears she now sports.\n\n"Yes, this is quite adequate indeed," Screamer says, voice now feminine, albeit just a bit on the low and strong side for such, turning back to face the two of you and resting her hands on her bare hips. Her eyes are a deep, almost purple blue color, and she looks to be in her early twenties (or the elf equivalent), tall and with an athletic build. "This body was an archer, just beginning to learn the way of enchanting their arrows when firing. Of course with my retroactive centuries of experience and added magical power, I will be far more capable." She actually smiles at you, and your heart sort of skips a beat. Screamer is now... well, kind of handsome, but also really pretty.\n\n"Holy hell y'sure look capable to me," Thak rumbles, stepping fully forward and into the room for the first time and tucking the torch into a holder on the wall. Screamer turns towards him as he looks her up and down, rather blatantly leering at her naked form. "That is a nice piece of elf-flesh you've made for yerself, Screamer. Wouldn't mind you showin' some of that gratitude ya were mentioning earlier right here and now."\n\nThe 'gratitude' he means is fairly obvious, if for no other reason than for the swelling in the red undercloth the armor he's wearing apparently comes with. You notice that Screamer... actually doesn't seem particularly opposed, openly looking down at the bulge with something that could best be described as 'thoughtful curiosity'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Encourage Screamer's 'show of gratitude'.|EricMF2x13]]\n\n[[Discourage it, for purely practical reasons.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Discourage it, Screamer deserves better.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Discourage it, Screamer deserves you!|EricMF]]

"Hey, Screamer, do you know what sort of people lived here?" you ask the skull.\n\n"A now extinct race of elves," the skull replies smoothly.\n\nYou blink. Huh. Elves underground? Well, you guess that would explain the buildings not looking like they're compensating for something. Still, "Would you be okay with being one of those elves?"\n\n"Certainly that seems an agreeable proposition," Screamer replies easily, prompting you to step into the room while Thak just rolls his eyes and hangs back. "Considering that I was originally crafted by them, and all of them possessed strong innate reserves of magic, I should be able to minimize both the cost of my resurrection spell and the time spent unfleshed."\n\nYou untie Screamer from your belt and set it on a nearby table, then rummage in your pouch of holding for your money. Proffering it, Screamer asserts it's not quite enough, leaving you to have to press Thak a bit to offer up any money or jewels he has on him. The orc eventually agrees, albeit only with quite a bit of grumbling and muttering, whereupon Screamer agrees it's enough. That accomplished, you look around at the trio of skeletons. Obviously you need to pick one... is one pretty much the same as the others? Well they look that way without anything on them, obviously. But it might make a difference when Screamer finishes incarnating. One of them seems to be still faintly clad in scraps of dry, brittle, rotted-away leather. Another is laying stretched out next to a long, apparently warped and mildewed piece of wood. The third has its fingerbones and skull resting atop a thick book, as if having been using it for a pillow.\n\nWell, for whatever reason, you've gotta take away one skull and replace it with Screamer's.\n\n<hr>\n[[The one that was wearing leather.|EricMF]]\n\n[[The one with the wood thing.|EricMF2x12]]\n\n[[The one with the book.|EricMF]]

"Alright, let me start by asking you one simple question," you start, holding up a finger. "When you came to these ruins as a part of a big badass group of orc warriors, did you see your role as 'cellar guard'?"\n\nThat seems to have struck paydirt almost instantly. The big orc actually <i>winces</i> slightly, his lantern-jawed face grimacing and lips pulling away from his short tusks a bit. He briefly looks like he might be getting angry instead, narrowing his eyes and growling... before letting out a heavy huff. "Naw, and that's 'bout the size of it, isn't it? Figured when we came out to this new land, it'd be endless opportunity fer the lads like m'self to start makin' a name fer ourselves. Instead Big Poppa only trusts other aleguts like 'imself, an' seems like he's determined to leave th' younger ones hangin' around doin' nothin' 'til we've got enough fat on our asses and grey in our hair for 'is tastes. Which speakin' of which, s'even worse, he goes an' exiles all the women! The ol' campaigners might be used ta makin' do poundin' each other, but I'm dissatisfied as hell an' I won't lie 'bout it, pinky."\n\n"Okay, so, let me offer this. Instead of attacking me, you come <i>with</i> me," you urge, making a little 'c'mon' gesture with both hands. "You can join up with me and we can go get some loot, have some real adventures. I mean, you might need to tone some stuff down to get by in civilization out there when we pass through it..." You don't know, but you're assuming, and he doesn't seem inclined to correct you. "But doesn't that sound better than standing guard duty until you've got grey in your hair?"\n\nThe orc shifts a little in place. "So. Ditch my post, head into the labyrinths with you, loot stuff to keep for myself instead of sharing with the tribe, and then go gallavantin' off on adventures with a pinky, includin' fartin' around in human civilization on occasion?"\n\n"I mean, if it doesn't sound good..."\n\n"No I'm just makin' sure I got the offer right." The orc turns and makes his way over to the torch shoved into a crack in the wall and yanks it out. "Name's Thak, pinky, an' we'll wanna take this passage here. The rougher one's fulla real dangerous critters like you've never even seen before, the nice one's fulla traps turn ya into a fine powder. This middle one seems ta lead towards some sorta underground city, we ain't been able to explore much of it yet since Big Poppa's focused on the easier shit up top."\n\n"I'm Eric," you introduce yourself with a grin as you move to follow after Thak as he heads down the center pathway.\n\n"'Kay, pinky."\n\nAs you head down the passage, Thak tells you a little bit about himself. Apparently in the lands he came from, things got too crowded with orcs, so it was decided that a new tribe would be formed made up of only healthy orcs of a mix of ages suitable to making a long trek and then possibly fighting enough battles and living through enough hard times to secure a foothold in a new land. Thus the new tribe had set out for a faraway land and what they'd heard rumored as the 'Rhongo Ruins', a place full of gear and weaponry. Led by a mated pair of Big Poppa and Big Momma, they'd successfully made the journey with only a few losses, and actually found the Rhongo Ruins and even had a fairly early find of a cache of armor and weapons. Unfortunately after that, Big Poppa and Big Momma fell out, and the female orcs were driven out of the ruins, stripped of everything they owned.\n\n"Frankly why I don't give much of a flip about turnin' and fartin' as I leave," Thak grunts as he continues. "If Big Poppa's gonna show dishonor ta all the womenfolk, I ain't seein' much reason ta hold honor ta him."\n\nAfter that you take your turn, albeit leaving out the bit about coming from another world. Instead you speak in broad terms of leaving a bad situation at home, finding a decent sword, and setting out adventuring. You describe your encounter with the bandits and discovery of the map, and your own similar decision to head to the ruins to see if there was anything of value you could find. After a brief hesitation, you tell him about your discovery of and deal with Screamer, which to your relief just makes the big orc chortle in amusement instead of getting offended at the subversion of his tribe's defense systems.\n\n"So you'll reward us both if'n we find ya a decent pile-a bones to hop onto, eh, Screamer?" Thak asks with a glance down at your belt.\n\n"Correct," the magic item replies with a clack of teeth. "In a manner as I see fit, obviously."\n\n"Obviously," Thak grunts. \n\nEventually the two (three?) of you emerge into a much larger cavern. You're rather surprised by the sight ahead of you... you'd have expected towering, dark buildings or craggy, built-into-the-walls near-caves from the term 'underground city'. These buildings are surprisingly sleek and beautiful in their design, with many of them still showing delicate filagree stonework and elaborate carved murals on their walls. Some of them show the same signs of wear as the city above... stones that have slid out of place over time, dampness grime here and there, even one or two minor collapses, but overall it's in far better shape than the aboveground city, presumably from having been protected from the elements. There are even street lamps, some still shining faintly with silver, others black with tarnish or perhaps even soot, but the majority of them still have pale orbs of light floating in them, dimly illuminating the streets with a faintly ghostlike blue-tintend luminescence.\n\n"This's about as far as any of us have gone," Thak announces. "Might be wise to head inta the city and find somewhere ta bunk down fer awhile. Give the aleguts up there time to find I'm gone an' just assume I ran off while searchin' fer their imaginary elf," he adds.\n\n"Screamer, are there any dangers down here?" you ask quietly, glancing down.\n\n"There are goblins here and there in this part of the labyrinth," the skull replies evenly. "But unless you make any particularly loud noise or they simply happen to find you and alert more, they're unlikely to be a problem."\n\nYou nod, but keep cautious as your small party makes its way down the smoothed-stone streets. Here and there you and Thak duck into buildings, especially ones that look like they used to be shops, looting bits of jewelry or small useful items that have gone missed through other, previous delves. You find something very like a multi-tool from back home, albeit fully made of a light silvery metal and with far more intricate engravings and more elaborately-designed tools in it than the ones you've ever seen. Eventually you've moved some distance into the city, and Thak points out a multi-story building that looks like what you'd identify as an apartment complex as a likely place to spend the night. You move through the quiet, dark common area below and up the stairs, rising several stories and then moving in towards the center of the building where the torchlight will be harder to see. Thak opens one door and gives out a snort. "Oh, sorry t'disturb ya when yer havin' a party."\n\nYou glance into the room and notice what Thak means... there are three skeletons all together in the fairly small place. Their clothing has mostly rotted away, leaving them largely as piles of bones with scraps here and there around them. It's not the first time you've seen skeletons while looking through the city... it's obviously some people either died suddenly or just sort of laid about wasting away for whatever reason... but these are the first ones that have been largely complete and in place, since the others look to have either been shaken down by other looters, or perhaps torn up or kicked apart by animals or goblins. \n\n<hr>\n[[Grisly.|EricMF]]\n\n[[... but convenient.|EricMF2x11]]

You murmur, "Could I say something?"\n\n"It is your right to give a statement, if you wish, but please be careful," Edwina says softly, before turning back to the panel. "Your honors, my client would now like to make a statement in her own defense."\n\nYou spend a few moments thinking, before rising to your feet, doing your best to compose yourself completely before speaking. "Your honors, a lot of people did a lot of things wrong in this situation... myself among them," you admit with a sigh. "It was a situation where a lot of bad decisions came together and created the problem that has me before you now. I'm not going to point at any one of those things and say 'that's the only thing at fault' because that's just not true. Whoever thought of that program made a mistake, and I made a mistake with how I reacted to it... but in that sort of situation, didn't I at least have a right to demand to be free? I didn't understand what was going on, I didn't know where I was or who these people were, from my perspective all I knew was that I'd been kidnapped and then told my only other option was to be dumped on a strange planet far from my home. I won't pin everything on someone or something else, but I refuse to just say that it was all my fault, either. That's why I plead Not Guilty."\n\n"... Deliberating on your arguments." The lead judge sits back, lights beginning to flash on all their implants.\n\n"So what do you think?" you ask quietly as you look at Edwina.\n\n"This is already one of the longest deliberations I've ever seen," Edwina answers in a whisper, eyes flicking from you to the judging panel. "So I'd say you've at least given them something to think about."\n\nShortly after she's finished speaking, the head judge leans forward again. "We have taken your argument into account, as well as how you have composed yourself in this courtroom and the maturity of your response when given time to have a level head. It is this court's finding that you were indeed placed under undue mental stress during the incident... however, as you yourself note, you have committed a grievous error. That cannot be simply overlooked." The judge waits for you to hang your head for a moment, only continuing when you've looked up again. "But we see before us we see a young sentient with obvious potential. It would, in this court's opinion, be a waste to squander that potential in a detention facility. Cadet Cyan LaChance, you are hereby ordered to complete the basic three year course at the Space Ranger Academy. You will not be under any other special strictures, prohibitions, or restraints. Upon your successful graduation, you may either choose to accept a commission or be returned to your home planet. Should you in any way fail to meet these obligations, such as via desertion or failure to adhere to standards, your judgment shall be reverted to the original plea deal: serving out the remainder of your assigned tour of duty in a detention facility." He reaches forward to press a button, an echoing <b>THOOM-THOOM</b> thumping through the room.\n\nYou're left standing there a bit numbly, until Edwina puts a hand on your shoulder and guides you out of the room. "Um, what just happened?" you ask once the two of you are in the hallway. \n\n"You've been set free... until the start of the semester in three days," Edwina says a little dryly. She pauses as the two of you arrive beside a uniformed guard, who steps forward and presses something to the collar at your neck, which pops open, leaving you rubbing at your throat a bit as Edwina nudges you forward again. "I think this is perhaps the best possible outcome that I couldn't have dared to imagine."\n\n"Well, it's three years instead of five, I guess," you agree with a sigh, shaking your head.\n\n"No, Cyan, I don't think you understand." Edwina stops and puts a hand on your arm, gently urging you to turn and face her. "You have been granted entrance into what is effectively a prestigious and well-respected school, purely on the grounds that you graduate from it. You are in no other way bound or constrained. During your time there you will be just like any other Cadet, able to go on leave and enjoy all the rights and privileges of a free sentient. When you graduate, whatever you decide to do, you will not have a criminal record, and likely little more than a small note in your file about this whole incident should you choose to continue on a career in the Space Rangers."\n\n"... So, seriously, I'm... free?" You glance at the nearby doors, which look like they lead out to some large open area with a railing around it.\n\n"As long as you show up for orientation at Space Ranger Academy in three days, yes." Edwina smiles at you, then mms. "Being that you're from an unaligned planet, you might have a difficult time getting around. Would you like to stay with me until then?"\n\n"Er... that's awfully nice of you," you say, since that seems like just a good statement of fact while you're processing that the offer was even made. \n\n"You may be my assigned client, but you are nevertheless my client, and I never turn my back on a client in need. If you were able to convince the judge council of your sincerity, I'm willing to put some faith in you as well. I won't be home much, but you may stay at my apartment until it's time for orientation, and I'll give you a ride there on the day. However, as noted, you are currently a free woman, so you may do as you like."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay with Edwina.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Fly solo.|GGSR12x2]]

The chupacabra. You've never actually faced them or seen one before. Your sources are a mishmash of information, labeling them as anything from coyotes with mange and about as much of a threat, to bloodsucking apex predators preying on anything and everything they can take down out in the desert or deep in the jungle.\n\nYou consider your lack of experience or hard knowledge as you pull on the black bodysuit that forms the base layer of your various sets of gear. On the one hand, you've only ever heard of chupacabra being really dangerous to livestock or unarmed humans that are separate and alone... you could probably just load up with some nice big guns and put bullets in them until they die, when you come across them. Then again, things don't become enduring and frightening creatures of legend if they're practically harmless... it might benefit you to try and find out a little bit more about what you'd actually be up against.\n\nIn other words, are you [[going hunting|JaceChupa1x1]] or [[doing recon|JaceChupaplaceholder]]?

"A milkshake sounds good," you decide, having been out under Sol the Hateball earlier. \n\n"Lovely! This way please," Tandy chirps, moving around to the other arm of the counter where the ice cream freezer is kept. You quirk your eyebrows a bit as you notice her highbeams come on, but keep it to yourself as you make your way to stand over in front of her. "Alright, how there are three delightful new milkshake flavors to try. Since we can't have ice cream without cows, I've gone with a sort of dairy cow theme." She beams. "First up is the [[Triple Milk Shake|GGCandy]]. That's vanilla, dulce de leche, and sweet cream. It's a very mild, soothing flavor, perfect for making you forget your cares and worries."\n\nYou don't have that many cares and worries, as you figure it, but you nod all the same, since sometimes even you don't wanna be punched in the tongue with overwhelming flavors.\n\n"Next is our [[Jersey Devil Shake|GGCandy9x2]], made with the ice cream of the same name," Tandy continues, gesturing to one of the ice cream bins, which shows dappled red and brown ice cream. "A cute little pun for cherry and chocolate, since-"\n\n"It looks like a cow pattern but red, gotcha."\n\nTandy giggles, then says, "And lastly, there's the [[How Now Brown Cow Shake|GGCandy]], a sinful blending of different sorts of chocolate." She leans forward some, adding in a conspiratorial tone, "I considered calling it 'Brown Chicken Brown Cow', but I thought people wouldn't get it and would think there was chicken in it or something."\n\nYou grin, having caught the inflection in how she pronounced it, then consider. What to try...?

"I think I want... I want to find out what my own power is," you announce after a moment's thought. "You've said a lot about people being able to stand on their own, so... I want to see what I can do that comes from me."\n\n"Very admirable," Alexa says with a nod.\n\n"We can use the Chimeric Chamber setup for this, I'll just need to switch out the liquid delivery system." Dr. Life taps the controls to once again have the robotic arms lift you and carry you over, laying you in the padded interior of the chamber. You can see other arms moving about, exchanging cylinders of neon green fluid for that oily black stuff. "Now, partway into exposure, you'll probably pass out, that's natural as your lungs start to feel overwhelmed. There may also be some mild pain from where your skin is exposed," she continues. "But try to keep a positive outlook. Some of my research suggests that the activation of these genes can be heavily affected by the thought process going into the awakening."\n\nYou nod a little, trying your best to keep calm as the glass doors of the chamber swing up into position and seal together, and as thick black liquid begins to dribble in. Even as the acrid smell hits your nose and you start to cough, you try to do nothing more than the involuntary trembling now overcoming your body as you can feel the sludge brushing against your naked body. Stay positive, stay positive, think about the future, think about what you want the future to be like...\n\n<hr>\n[[Maybe you'll be slick.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Maybe you'll be super sexy.|FemPalV8x1]]\n\n[[Maybe you'll be ultra smart.|FemPalV2x2]]\n\n[[Maybe you'll just be amazing in general.|FemPalV3x1]]\n\n[[Maybe you won't change.|FemPalV]]

You quickly flop back onto the pillow and close your eyes. A second later you realize that the covers are still tossed aside, leaving your body showing, but you can hear the doorknob turning... there's no time to yank them back into place without giving yourself away, so you just lay there as if you'd kicked them aside naturally.\n\n"Jamie?" You hear your mother opening the door a bit more and stepping inside. You risk peeking your eyes open just the tiniest bit, enough to look at her through your eyelashes but hopefully not enough to be spotted. Your mother's standing in the open doorway, peering in, her dark hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. She's dressed as she normally is when expecting a day of working around the house, a snug tanktop that hugs her fairly generous chest, and a pair of rather brief athletic shorts that hug her almost equally generous hips and rear. (Kevin's commented a few times on how hot your mom is, but you think he does it mostly to get your goat... not that it's not true, you suppose.) "Are you awake?" she asks, with you trying to stealthily slip your eyes back all the way closed so that she doesn't notice.\n\nYou can hear her bare feet on the carpet as she moves around to the side of the bed... and then you hear her let out a bit of a gasp. Boy, hopefully it's too dim in your room for her to see your blush, since you can guess what made her gasp like that. Still, hopefully she'll be embarrassed and go rushing back out, and you can both pretend this never happened. Except... she doesn't seem to be rushing out, but just standing there in silence.\n\nYou almost jump out of your skin when you feel her fingertips brush along your belly, but somehow manage to force yourself to be still and not give it away. You feel her shortish nails brush your skin gently as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of your pajama pants, hesitate, and then slowly lift them and draw them down. Your enlarged, maddeningly hard cock springs free almost immediately, and you can feel a tug on your waistband as that apparently makes your mom jump a bit in surprise. You lay there, heart and mind both racing, wondering just what in the world is going on.\n\nAnd then you're somewhat distracted as you feel your mother's warm hand wrap around the shaft of your cock and start slowly stroking up and down. You do your absolute best to bite back a moan as she starts pumping your length gently, coaxing a steady stream of precum that you can actually feel dribbling down the underside to get smeared across the soft skin by her fingers. Her other hand moves to cup your swollen ballsack, gently working it around and fondling it softly. You're actually getting a handjob from your own mother! ... And she is <i>really</i> good at it. It's more an easygoing, gentle... well, kind of motherly feeling, as opposed to Errana's fervent, passionate touches, but she's working your whole length with slight rolls of her wrist that provide extra stimulation.\n\nYou almost lose it in more ways than one when you feel hot wetness close around the plumped up head of your dick, and the soft, slow roll of a tongue moving around it. You can hear... and feel... your mother moaning softly as she suckles at your cockhead, then bobs her head just a bit up and down along your length. Her hands continue to stroke and fondle you, urging you closer and closer to release. She's apparently getting off almost as much on sucking your cock as you are having it sucked! You're not sure how much longer you can hold out...!\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep faking sleep.|QOKevScheme4x1]]\n\n[[Encourage her.|QOKevScheme1x8]]\n\n[[Facefuck her.|QOKevScheme3x1]]

Alexa and Marie both seem so cool, with their genius minds. Maybe you'll wind up having something like that, maybe it will awaken some super intelligence in you, maybe-\n\nYou jerk a little as you awake, not having realized you passed out. You peer around blearily, then look down at yourself. You're naked and... white. Very white. As in, pale. Your body looks like it's lost some of the muscle tone you previously had from keeping active... most of it, really. You lift a hand to look at it... it really does look kind of smaller and weaker than before. And despite having just waken up, you feel... tired. Like when you've been up just slightly too long and your eyes are getting a little heavy but you don't feel really exhausted, just... tired. You start to get to your feet, feeling elated when your legs, despite being a bit scrawnier than before, move exactly like you want them to... then blink as you feel an extra weight on your head and brushing against your bare back and rear. You pull some of it around... your hair?! It's now not only long, but a snowy white color. You look around... a lushly-appointed bedroom of some kind, complete with red-cushioned couch and big-screen TV.\n\nYou start a little as the door opens and Dr. Life walks in, a folded piece of cloth under one arm and a can in the other. "Good morning, Sam," she says cheerfully. "Here. I thought you might like this. We were waiting to be able to properly size you some garments, but one of Alexa's shirts should do you for just the moment," she adds, holding out the thing under her arm, which turns out to be a black long-sleeved shirt (of a designer label you'd never be able to afford). "And here, a nutrient drink. You probably need it after being out for awhile."\n\nYou pull on the shirt, which hangs baggily on you despite Alexa not being that big, and accept the drink in both hands. Feeling a bit disquieted, you move to sit on the couch, drawing your legs up to rest on it before popping the drink. It tastes sort of like a cross between Mountain Dew and a Flinstones vitamin.\n\n<img src="images/b6lhfPd.png">\n\n"So what happened to me?" you ask quietly, looking over at her.\n\n"If you mean your body, these are known side effects that can sometimes occur... loss or gain of muscle mass, loss of pigmentation resulting in albinism, other quirks. Sometimes the pigment comes back... sometimes not," she allows. "If you mean as far as any powers you may have gained, well, we're really not sure. There's a lot of activity going on in your brain... enough that I'm having a little trouble properly tracking what it's doing."\n\n"My brain?" You blink, then frown. "... Is that why I feel so tired?"\n\n"Likely... it's as if you'd been engaged in hard, difficult thought all day, but all the time, that much I can tell. At the same time, well, it's entirely possible that you simply won't sleep anymore," she adds, quirking a sleek dark brow. "Your brain doesn't seem to shut down, even when unconscious, so now that you're conscious again it may simply stay that way." <i>I'd like to lose some sleep with you too, you hot little bitch, grab a handful of that pretty white hair and fuck your throat like a pussy.</i>\n\nYou blink hard this time. "Er, what'd you say?"\n\n"I said, you might not sleep anymore."\n\nYou almost open your mouth to ask after that, then realize... her mouth didn't move.\n\n<hr>\n[[Explain what just happened.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Keep it to yourself.|FemPalV]]

The combination of his size, authority, assertiveness, and a strange feeling low in your belly makes it no contest. "Yessir," you murmur quietly, ears low as you stand up and pull off your shirt, baring your slender, white-furred chest and spotty, cream-and-grey back. A moment later you wiggle your pants and underwear down as well, stepping out of them and your shoes and standing bashfully in front of the coach, rubbing your upper arm with one hand as you watch his eyes roam over your sleek, naked form and slender, and your (mostly) limp cock. At another snort from him, you turn and clamber up onto the mostly clear middle of the desk, feeling his eyes still on your back and your pert, spotted ass as you get up and then turn to lay on your back. Your slightly shaking hands reach forward to grip the undersides of your knees as you lift your legs, hauling back on them to display your bare, vulnerable pink pucker beneath your furry white sack, your thick, fluffy tail swishing lightly over the edge of the desk.\n\n"Might be a malingerer, but that does look like a fine bit of boypussy," Coach Charger grunts as he reaches down and pulls out the straps of his jock to let it drop, revealing his grey cock and heavy, leathery sack. His cock looks pretty human in shape, although the veins are prominent and thick, though as he steps around to the front of the desk it grows harder, and thickens much, much more. It's definitely not as big as some of the ones you've seen (or gathered) among the students, or at least it's not as <i>long</i> as Gabriel's is... but like him, it's very, very thick. The middle bulges out at least twice as wide as the head, which is already increadibly girthy. You tremble, letting out an intimidated mewl as he steps in, rubbing his tip against the fur around your pucker.\n\nThen he's pressing right up against you and pushing inside. Your eyes roll in your head as the tip alone spreads your asshole wider than you would have expected, your tongue poking out as he just keeps pushing in further and further. You would have expected it to hurt (quite a lot), especially with him giving you no particular preparation, but that thick grey cock spreading you open feels not only comfortable, but intensely pleasurable. Your cock rapidly hardens, sliding along your white-furred belly and then jutting up above it, twitching and dribbling pre down onto your fur as his cock just keeps spreading you open wider and wider. It's not a single large bulge in the middle, more of a gradual thickening, but once he hits the middle point you can feel him sinking in deeper and faster, your ass practically swallowing him up as he pushes in deeper.\n\n"Mmmm, gotta admit, malingerer or not, this is one fine little piece of boypussy," the rhino-man rumbles, shifting his hips a bit as he finishes pushing into you completely. He reaches up, thick fingers tweaking your stiff nipples and making you whimper. "Look at these girly pink nipples, too. Probably best you don't get out there with the rest of 'em, Kinsington, wiggling that pretty butt around and showing these nips through your shirt would just distract every boy in the class thinking of making you his bitch."\n\nYou moan, your cock throbbing some at the assessment, your breath coming in sharp little pants as the big man begins pumping his hips. There's little technique or care shown, just that broad, powerful form pounding his thick prick into your ass again and again. The desk below you rocks and thumps lightly against the concrete floor as he pounds into you, your formerly virgin ass going taut around the middle of his shaft every time he pulls out only to swallow him back in every time he thrusts in. He alternately holds your waist for purchase or raises his hands up to pinch and tease your nipples, tweaking and tugging on them like he would a girl's, even cupping your chest and squeezing at it like he would a pair of tits. Every so often he'll bring a hand down and smack your ass in between thrusts, making you mewl and arch, more pre dripping onto your bellyfur to smear with the rest.\n\nFinally Coach Charger gives a bellow and thrusts forward, burying his cock deep inside you, the feeling of a thick, hot wetness rushing through you setting you off, your body trembling as your cock twitches and spurts, spilling your load all over your soft white chest and belly, a few splatters of it even landing on your now puffy and swollen pink nipples. The coach huffs and pants, snorting out through those powerful nostrils a few times as he watches you tremble and writhe under him, hands barely still holding onto your knees. Then he suddenly begins pumping and thrusting again, fucking you even faster than before, his leathery sack beating out a quick rhythm as it slaps against the front of the desk. Your eyes roll up in your head, a long feline yowl escaping your lips as your slightly softening prick immediately goes back to full hardness as you're fucked even harder and faster than before, your hands clenching on the insides of your knees.\n\nBy the time Coach Charger finishes his second go, the bell is ringing to signal the end of class. He grunts as he pulls back, now mostly limp cock sliding out of you, leaving your ass gaping, the darkened pink smeared entirely with his cum, a gush of it falling out to dribble on the floor. "Shower and get to your next class, Kinsington. Though I suppose from now on you know what the alternative to gym class is," he adds, making his way back around the desk and settling into his creaky wooden chair, tilting it back as he grabs his water bottle.\n\n"Y... yessir," you say breathlessly, gradually putting your legs down and then slipping off of the desk and to your feet. Your legs feel like jelly as you collect your clothing, too dazed to be embarrassed as you wobble your way out of the office and to the locker room proper. You blush as your state is noticed and attracts a few wolf whistles (including one literal one), but no one presses any further than that, leaving you to shower off and use the fur-dryers in relative peace. Dressing, you make your way to your next class, still trying to process what just happened, and how much you enjoyed it.\n\nMaya too seems distracted through the classes you have with her, and at the end of the day the two of you make some distracted small talk before parting ways. As you're heading for the exit, you jump a little and puff out your tail as an arm thumps around your shoulders. "Pffft, jumpy as always," your friend Kevin chuckles, his luxurious mane shifting as he shakes his head. "Man, you either need to cut down on the caffeine or drink more of it."\n\n"Um, hey Kevin," you murmur, glancing down. Figures Kevin would turn into a symbol of power and bravery while you... have a habit of biting your tail. "S-s'up?"\n\n"Not much. Hey, I thought we'd go to the mall, sort of unwind after having to be back here," he suggests, his own tail swishing behind him lazily. "Sound good?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, okay.|QOBook]]\n\n[[... Um, how about... hanging out... in private instead?|QOBook]]

Unable to continue being passive anymore, you let out a moan and open your eyes, reaching a hand out to rest it on the back of your mother's head. "Oh god, Mom, that feels so good!"\n\nIf you expected her to react with surprise or fear at being "caught", you definitely get surprised. All she does is let out a louder moan around her mouthful of your cock and start working her head up and down a bit faster, until you can feel the tip of your cockhead nudging against her throat each time. Then she lifts her head and gasps, turning to look at you as she pumps her hand a bit faster along your shaft, green eyes heated. Her voice is a bit husky from your cockhead teasing at her throat as she murmurs, "You like it, baby? You like the way Mommy's sucking your cock?"\n\n"God yes, it feels so good! Oh fuck!" you squeak, desperately clasping a hand over your mouth as she starts sliding her tongue up and down the sides, lips drifting along the soft skin. She laps at the meeting of your shaft and sack, then lifts back up to slip her lips back over your cockhead and start bobbing her head quickly. You tremble at the feel of your cock actually sliding into her throat... hell, you can <i>see</i> the bulge your swollen, engorged prick makes in her throat! Soon the fingers of her pumping hand are bumping against her lips, and that sight is more than you can bear. You shudder and let out a long moan as your enlarged dick starts spasming and firing out long, thick shots of cum into your mother's throat and mouth.\n\nShe gulps down every drop, too, sliding her head back up to keep just the tip of your cock between her lips, apparently making sure that she can taste as much as possible. Her eyes stay locked on yours the entire time, leaving you staring back into them. When your cock finally stops spilling cum across her tongue, she lifts her head up with a gasp, using both hands to stroke you, before finally managing to pull them away and shove her shorts down instead. "Baby, I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it," she moans as she steps out of the shorts and then clambers up onto the bed. Your eyes widen as you feel her wet pussy pressing against your balls while she resumes stroking your cock with both hands. "I don't know what's come over me, but this cock... your cock is so amazing, I can't help myself, please, please, can I put this cock in my pussy and ride you?"\n\nYou probably <i>should</i> say no... but yeah, as if. Instead you just nod eagerly, and then gasp as she lifts up and immediately slides back down, her pussy engulfing you in its smooth, pliant wet heat. You shudder and rest your hands atop her slightly thick thighs as she begins riding you, her own moans sounding loud in your small, dim room. "Oh, oh baby, your cock feels so good in Mommy's pussy," she gasps out, her tits bouncing heavily under her tanktop, her eyes closed and mouth open slightly, a few escaped tufts of hair swaying back and forth across her face as she works herself atop you. You bite your lower lip and squeeze her thighs as she starts riding hard enough to make the bed squeak with every stroke, afraid if <i>you</i> make any noise someone will hear.\n\nYour mother at least keeps her voice down as she keeps telling you how big your dick is, how good it feels inside her, even how much better it feels to get fucked by you than by your father. You shiver and twitch at the verbal stimulation added to the physical, and between the two it's not that long before you're letting out a moan and pouring out a load into the pussy that bore you. You can feel your mother's cunt clenching tight all around you, squeezing down surprisingly hard and taking every last drop. She shudders and moans atop you, staying all the way down and grinding her hips, working your spasming length all around the walls of her pussy as they're painted with your jizz.\n\nAfter several long minutes of her just working her hips atop you, apparently making sure she's milked every last drop of your current load out of you, she swings off, your still half-hard (and still enlarged) cock slipping out of her and flopping wetly against your belly. She quickly stands up and yanks her shorts back up before any of your cum can start seeping out of her, then leans down to kiss you heatedly. You gasp a little as her tongue slips into your mouth, but return the kiss just as hotly. Then she breaks the kiss and leans down to whisper in your ear, "Come down to breakfast, baby." And then she's off and out the door.\n\nYou lay in bed dazed for a few moments, then manage to get yourself up. You pull on your underwear and jeans from yesterday, figuring they may do more to hide your new endowments than pajama pants. Well, not much more... you actually have a little trouble even getting them zipped up over your new bulge. Still, not seeing many other options, you take a moment to consider how crazy your life has gotten before heading downstairs. Your mother is bustling about the kitchen, actually humming cheerfully as she makes breakfast. Your father has his face behind a newspaper, stereotypically oblivious to the world. Which is pretty lucky, since it means he's probably not going to notice the slowly growing darkness of a wet spot forming on the crotch of your mother's sleek little athletic shorts.\n\nYou settle down at the table, and almost jump to the ceiling as your phone goes off in your pocket... Kevin's text tone to be precise. You're fishing the phone out to check it when your mother sets a plate of pancakes and bacon down in front of you, then sits down in the chair beside you... and slips a hand into your lap, starting to fondle the bulge in the denim. You fumble and almost drop the phone in surprise, casting her a worried glance, but she just smiles brightly (and a bit wickedly) in return.\n\n<hr>\n[[See what Kevin wants.|QOKevScheme1x9]]\n\n[[Who cares what Kevin wants.|QOMom1x1]]

You are just reeeally not ready to deal with a locker room full of your schoolmates as big-dicked furries. Detaching from the rest of the shuffling herd, you make your way over to Coach Charger, trying not to be any more intimidated of him than usual now that he's got leathery grey hide and a sharp horn on his nose. "Um, sir, Coach," you say timidly. "I... I'm really not feeling too well, you think I could be excused from class today?"\n\nThe rhino-man lets a snort out through his nostrils, making you jump a little, and resist the urge to stare as he narrows his eyes. But after a moment he grunts, "Wait in my office, Kinsington."\n\nNodding eagerly, you resist the urge to hurry as you head on into the locker room, but quickly push open the door in the hallway to enter the coach's office. You've only glimpsed inside a few times in passing... it's pretty small but surprisingly neat, which you'd suppose it'd have to be since any real amount of clutter would render it unusable. You settle into one of the hard plastic chairs in front of the desk, looking around at the various ribbons and awards, until Coach Charger joins you after roughly enough time to have set the changed class to running laps. He grunts as he settles down behind his desk, eyeing you. "So what is it, Kinsington? What's this 'not feeling too well'?" he asks, his voice far more of a masculine bass rumble than before, where it was lacking some quality to really make him intimidating for more than sheer mass.\n\n<hr>\n[[You think you have the flu.|QOBook16x1]]\n\n[[You just have no energy.|QOBook15x2]]

You head into the living room and flop onto the couch, looking appreciatively at the LCD bigscreen that's a new addition since you were here last. You lean forward and pick up the iPad-style controller and start scrolling through the movie and TV options.\n\n<b>[[Netflix|Camping1x2]]</b>: You can just find a movie to watch and kill the time until Aunt Kelly gets back. \n\n<b>[[Adult Channels|Camping]]</b>: Looks like Aunt Kelly has the full subscription package that the TV provider offers, including an array of porn offerings. She did say she'd be gone for a few hours at least, should be safe to check 'em out.\n\n<b>[[Trance FM|Camping4x1]]</b>: It's an icon all by itself, so you're not really sure what it's for. You're guessing by the name it's some electronic music station, you do sort of like that stuff...

"... Yes, sir," you reply softly, going down to your knees in front of him, then bringing your lightly trembling hands up to begin unlacing the crotch of his leather pants. You risk a glance up towards him as you finish untying them, wondering if he's really going to go through with this.\n\n"Who told you that you could look up, whore? Keep your eyes on your work."\n\n"S-sorry!" you squeak, biting your lower lip and redirecting your gaze towards the laces. You tug them apart, then reach in to fish out his half-hard prick. 'Fuck, it's huge,' you can't help but think as you pull it out and begin stroking your hand along it, feeling it hardening further in your hand. Kristov's always swaggered around like he had the biggest cock in the room... you guess there was a reason for that. You find yourself staring at the thick, pale length as it just keeps getting longer and thicker, coming towards your face.\n\nAt a little grunt from Kristov, you remember he told you to suck it, not stroke it, and quickly lean in. Your red-painted lips part around the tip, your tongue coming up to lick over it. You're actually a little disturbed by how much you like the taste of his prick... you can't even describe why, it's like his skin and the faintest hint of pre is just pure nectar on this body's tongue. You close your eyes and start bobbing your head, turning it back and forth a little as you work yourself further and further down his prick. Your hands come to rest on his hips as you dutifully wash your tongue over every bit of it you can reach. Though when it nudges the back of your throat, you find yourself gagging some and hesitating, not sure you can get it down.\n\n"Fuck's sake," he growls, finally deigning to move by putting a hand on the back of your head and shoving hard. Your eyes widen as you're forced down on his prick, your lips winding up pressed to the root in that single hard shove, then roll up as you tremble from the feel of it bulging your throat out, stretching you, so thick and hard and powerful it's cutting off your air. "There, you cunt, now you've got it all the way down, try to keep it there."\n\nYou give a little affirmative noise around his prick, doing your best to be obedient as you bob your head back just enough to snatch a little breath through your nose each time before you gulp it all the way back down. Sucking dick seems to come very naturally to you, ah, to this body, and after several minutes of deep-throating you pull off, only taking time to gasp before dragging your tongue up his shaft, which is now smeared with your lipstick and churned-up spit. You lick at his thick prick, daring the barest flick of your eyes upward to see if you're pleasing him, before sliding it back into your mouth and down your throat, letting his balls rub against your chin.\n\nYou continue on for a good long while, alternately deep-throating him and licking at him. His cock is buried down your throat when, without warning, it starts shuddering and spurting, leaving you to gulp hurriedly as his load flows down your throat. Once he's done, he pulls out, wiping the mixture of spit and cum on the head of it on your face.\n\n"Passable," he grunts. "I wouldn't pay for it, but passable. Alright, cunt, get up and show me to the bedroom so I can fuck you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Yessir.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[W-wait!|BuddyOct11x4]]

"So, walking the Dream... what's it like?" you ask curiously, looking out into the darkness again.\n\n"Like dreaming." Red Tail shrugs negligently, grinning when you look back to her in annoyance. "It is. You've dreamed before, as you're dreaming now... the sense of accepting what you see as natural, knowing what you cannot know but sure that it is true in the moment, changes that are as if they always were. You must both surrender to the current of the Dream and navigate it deliberately every step of the way... if you ever cease to do one or the other, you will likely be lost."\n\n"And I'll never wake up?"\n\n"One of many possibilities."\n\n"So how do I know when I've found my name?" You ask after a bit more thought. "Is it the first animal I see, or something?"\n\n"In truth you may not know your name until you wake and seek the counsel of an elder. There is one such in the city where once our people made their home, you will know how to find her when the time comes. Or you may know it the moment you find it, or upon waking. More than that, though, you have a choice of your name."\n\n"I do?"\n\n"Certainly. When I saw the red thunderbird, it was my choice to go to it and be carried to speak with my ancestors. Had it felt wrong to me, I could have turned away, refused to go with it, understanding that it was not my time to dream. But I knew it was right when I saw it, and so when I told my father he knew that it must have been my name. Your choices will help determine your name, listen to your feelings, trust your soul."\n\nYou nod slowly, standing up and turning towards the edge of the mountaintop. You pause, looking over at Red Tail. "Will you be there?"\n\n"I am always here, in the Dream, especially now that you have met me and I am forevermore a part of you. It may be that you will see me there and it may be that you will not. What happens will happen, what doesn't happen will also happen but you will not remember it."\n\nInteresting way of putting it, and yet somehow you understand. Sort of. Maybe. In any event without another word you set off and start walking down the mountain.\n\nSoon you're walking through the woods, still naked and comfortable enough to be so. You don't actually remember descending the mountain or entering the woods, or the sun rising high and warm in the sky as it is now, you just know those things happened. The forest is green and pleasant and dark and threatening, and you stroll through it as if you were in the park back at home.\n\n"Hello, nameless one," some voices of a single creature speak from some bushes nearby. You stop and look, seeing yellow eyes surrounded by dark fur peering at you from the shadows. "What are you about today?"\n\n"Just out looking for my name, is all," you assure the beast.\n\n"I can give you that, if you like," the creature says, its voices gentle, encouraging, lascivous, cruel, sneering, proud. "I have many names, some of them mine, some are just for giving, but you can be given one or you can take one or you can steal one as you like, nameless girl."\n\n<hr>\n[[Be given one.|Dream]]\n\n[[Take one.|Dream]]\n\n[[Steal one.|Dream]]\n\n[[My name doesn't come from here.|Dream1x2]]

You know, why not? You're hardly the only person she's been planning to hurt... as you've sat here thinking, more than a few of these cruel ideas are things that Sandra's wished would happen to her rivals, or just people that annoyed her for no particular reason. She's a mean bitch and someday she's going to hurt somebody. Completely screwing up her life might be the only way to make absolutely sure she's not going to be able to destroy someone else's. You basically just have to decide how cruel you want to be!\n\n[[Mild|QOBook]] - Though this one's pretty twisted, it's also the one most likely to let Sandra keep it under wraps. In private her life would be completely boned, even if she seemed normal to the rest of the world, but it should be plenty to keep her distracted (and hopefully miserable).\n\n[[Moderate|QOBook]] - This one would almost certainly go public, and likely see her get kicked out of school as well. It might even tank her chances to go to college!\n\n[[Heavy|QOBook]] - And this one would pretty much guarantee her never showing her face in public again. It would definitely go public, because you'd do your best to make sure it happened in public!\n\n[[Extreme|QOBook]] - The top end of the scale. You're pretty sure that if you did this scenario... taken from something Sandra has repeatedly wished would happen to Maya for the crime of having breasts that equal hers... Sandra would never show her face in public again too. Because no one would ever see her again.

You'll probably have to hear it eventually, and your concern for Kevin outweighs your desire not to be teased. You tap the call icon on his contact and put the phone to your ear, listening to the ring. You're almost ready to be diverted to voicemail when there's the faint click of the line picking up and Kevin's voice saying "Yeah?" he sounds a bit breathless, or maybe distracted, as if he'd been simultaneously exercising and taking a nap.\n\n"Hey, Kevin, it's me. ... Jamie. Um, is everything okay?"\n\n"Yeah... yeah, it's all good man," he says in that same sort of breathless, slightly lazy tone, though his words catch a little. You also think you can hear something faintly wet... is he in the bathtub or something? "Doing great."\n\n"So, uh, did everything go okay with that lady today?"\n\n"... Yeah, s'good. I mean, I'm still there now. S'goin' good."\n\nYou blink at that, then blush a little as several prospects for those noises you can just barely hear occur. All the same, you can't help but point out, "Uh, Kevin, it's almost seven. I mean, even your parents might flip out if you get home any later than this."\n\nOn the other end, Kevin moans in a mixture of annoyance and now obvious pleasure... then lets out a short, breathless laugh. "Yeah, yeah you're right man. Probably better. Thanks for the call dude. Hey, come over to my place bright and early tomorrow morning, huh? I definitely gotta update you on this whole... situation. Seeya then." And with that he unceremoniously disconnects.\n\nYou stare at the phone as you lower it. Wow, Kevin really did... get lucky with that hot older woman, huh? All day, too. A mingling of jealousy at his experience and worry that he'll somehow get in trouble (which will somehow result in you getting in trouble) for it fills you, but nevertheless when you go to bed that night you can't help but grow stiff at the thought of your attractive friend and that gorgeously lewd lady and what they might have spent all day doing, your hand jerking your hard prick at the thought of what those immense tits would look like jiggling above you.\n\nThe next morning after breakfast, you consider. Should you head over to Kevin's right away, as requested? You're not entirely sure you want to hear him brag on and on about whatever went on. ... On the other hand you're not entirely sure you'd want to miss hearing him brag about it. If you decide you don't, if you avoid him for a day or two he'll probably get the idea and shut up about it. Then again, you've never been that great at telling him 'no'...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go over.|QOKev1x3]]\n\n[[Avoid him.|QOKev]]

Akane's jaw drops, and for a moment she seems too stunned to even be angry. "... What?" Then she yelps as you grab her arm and shove her through the doorway into her room, slamming the door closed behind you before shoving her to her knees. Her eyes go wide as you shove down the front of your pants, letting your mostly-hard ten inch cock flop free. "Ranma, what are you HGLCK!" This last, of course, is as you take advantage of her open mouth to shove your cock in, forcing the stiffening length down her throat and past her gag reflex before she even knows what's happening. Her hands come up to grab your hips, but she seems helpless to resist any other way as you grab two fistfuls of her hair and start fucking her mouth hard and fast, your balls slapping against her chin.\n\n"Mm, that's what I thought, you definitely sound a lot better with my dick down your throat than being a fucking bitch," you half-growl in pleasure, smirking down at her as she rolls her eyes up to look at you pleadingly. Of course the only thing you give her is more throat-fucking in response, raping her throat mercilessly as she squirms on her knees in front of you. "What? Got something to say?" you add mockingly, giving her cheek a little slap with one hand before yanking your cock out, rubbing the spit-dripping length along her face.\n\n"Ranma, please-" she starts to beg hoarsely, before quagging again as you force your prick back between her lips up to the root, her throat bulging out visibly with your length.\n\n"Please rape your whore throat some more? Glad to." Snickering, you give her cheek another light slap while resuming fucking her face, watching churned-up spit dribble down her chin and drip down onto her tits, soaking into the fabric of her shirt. "Listening to you choke on dick is so much better than listening to you... well, do anything fucking else at all," you add, watching her face flush with anger and humiliation, as well as being short on oxygen from having your prick all the way down her throat so much.\n\nAfter another minute or two of pounding her throat, you pull out, slapping your saliva-shined cock on her face a few times, spit-bubbles popping as they hit her forehead. "Stick out your tongue, cunt," you order, giving her cheek another bit of a slap when she hesitates. "I said stick out your fucking tongue so it feels better when I rape your mouth, slut." After another second's hesitation, the fiery tsundere meekly pokes out her tongue, letting you rub your cockhead over it before shoving back between her lips. "That's right, make sure you're licking my cock while I use your throat, you worthless whore," you coo. "Yeah, I like this a lot better than you fucking beating me all the time, calling me names, trying to tell me I'm worthless, I definitely like you on your fucking knees with my dick in your throat a lot better, you bitch."\n\nSome dark streaks of run mascara are left on Akane's cheeks over the next few moments you continue to use her mouth-pussy rough and fast, until finally you grab her hair and yank her forward, holding her down on your cock as you use her throat as a cum dump. She starts to squirm harder at the feel of your pulsing, throbbing cock blocking her airway for so long, her body trembling as her eyes roll up in her head and more mascara streaks run down her cheeks. Finally, though, you pull out, letting your cum and spit streaked cock rub along her face as you haul her panting, gasping mouth up against your balls. After a few seconds, she begins giving them a few little licks, as if signaling the beginning of her true defeat.\n\nMm, you kind of like the idea of having cracked her spirit, if not broken it quite yet. So maybe your next move should be...\n\n<hr>\n[[... make her love it.|MRanX]]\n\n[[... shatter her spirit, crush it, grind it into a fine powder.|MRanX1x2]]

Yeah, the job's not done until you've taken everything from her, you decide. You glance around, then smirk as you notice a pair of Akane's panties tossed aside. Wasn't she just bitching at you about leaving clothes laying around? That's a chance for an ironic punishment if you ever saw one. Snatching the panties up, you wad them into a fairly tight but largeish ball (luckily, Akane is a bit on the granny panties side of fashion) and step forward, leaning to shove them deep into her open mouth. Akane twitches and starts to move a bit again as you push your cock into her mouth, slowly pushing it in again, the short-haired girl stirring and wiggling a bit as you push about half your length down her throat before pulling out, leaving a slight bulge where the panties are lodged.\n\nYou flip Akane over and swing her around again, putting her back into position with her legs dangling over the side of the bed, then twist her arms behind her back and pin them in place. She jerks and gives a muffled cry as you shove back into her fucked and abused ass, then starts actually bucking and twisting as she realizes her throat is still blocked off. You can feel her ass squeezing tighter around you as she begins to panic, her legs trying to kick out at you or get purchase on the floor, mostly thwarted by how hard you're pounding her against the mattress with her thrusts. She tosses her head and makes some pleading noises, more animal than human with that deep gag in place. Her futile thrashing and twisting grows to a near-frenzy, her ass squeezing around your cock and her eyes rolling up in her head. Then her struggles gradually grow more feeble, making you pick up your thrusts as her movements falter. Finally as you can feel her giving a long shudder, you groan out, "Fuck, what a great cumdump", making sure the last thing she feels is your load filling her ass again.\n\nYou pull your cock out and lean around, taking a glance at Akane's slack face and her eyes fixed and staring at nothing. Grinning, you give her body's ass a light slap again, before finally sliding your cock into the corpse's pussy. May as well take her virginity now that she's not using it anymore. It's pretty much completely slack, of course, nothing but the hole's virginal tightness to speak of, but you do rather enjoy the way fucking it makes her body flop around limply, empty eyes staring at nothing and face completely unchanging as you use her pussy like the lifeless piece of meat it is.\n\nYou eventually finish off inside her (not like you need to worry there), pulling out and looking down at her thoughtfully. Well, deed's done. Between Ranma's suppressed frustration with her and your knowledge this is all a simulation, you can't exactly feel too bad. Question is, what to do now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Get rid of the body and go on with life.|MRanX]]\n\n[[Do the same to her sisters.|MRanX]]\n\n[[Do the same to your fiancees.|MRanX]]

Smirking, you haul on Akane's hair, making her give a hoarse yelp as she's pulled up and then half-tossed half-shoved forward to bend over the side of her bed. You grab the back of her shorts and yank down, her ass wobbling as it's abruptly freed of the tight confines. You yank a few more times to get the shorts completely off of her legs, then snort. "Your fucking pussy's wet, you stupid whore," you half-growl, giving her a slap right on said bare, smooth pussy and making her yelp, hips bucking, back pressing against your hand as you hold her down.\n\n"Ranma, please, don't, please, thaAAAAAmmf!" Her cry of surprise and shock as you shove inside her is muffled as you shove her face against the mattress, as is her followup whimpering of, "That's my ass! That's my ass!" \n\n"When you use a piece of fuckmeat you wanna use the tightest hole, obviously," you reply in a mock-reasonable tone before snickering, starting to thrust hard, your hips impacting her buttcheeks and your balls slapping against her virgin pussy. "Your holes are just there for me to use, why bother with a looser one until I've used this one up, huh? Huh?" you add as if demanding an answer, spanking a hand against her ass to hasten its pinkening from the strikes of your hips.\n\n"R-Ranma," Akane whimpers, her eyes rolling up some as you rape her tight holeand continue to abuse her, her body shuddering and writhing where you've got her pinned. \n\nYou smirk as you let hundreds of times she's hit you with heavy objects, punched you out for trying to help or rescue her, called you a pervert for things completely out of your control, and generally been a complete bitch run through your mind as you slam ten inches of stiff prick into her unwilling ass and rock her against the bed. "Idiot," you sneer as you smack her ass with your hand between thrusts. "Pervert," you add with another, as well as feeling the wetness as your balls slap her pussy. "Jerk," you sing-song, right before grunting and pulling out, stroking yourself off and spilling long ropes of milky white all over her reddened asscheeks. \n\nYou take a moment to use your cock to smear the globs of cum across her rear and listen to her whimper, before you grab her and flip her over, then around, leaving her with her head hanging over the side of the bed. You grab her wrists, and she yet again opens her mouth to ask what you're doing, only for her eyes to widen as she realizes. Of course by then you're already shoving the cock that was just in her ass past her lips and down her throat again. You take a few moments to enjoy the more uninterrupted view of her throat bulging up with your cock while she bucks and thrashes on the bed, before you begin thrusting, using her mouth again just as roughly as you used her ass. Your balls slap against her face this time, smearing her own slut-shaming arousal on her face along with the spit and smeared mascara as you rape her throat again. \n\nAfter a few minutes you let go of her wrists, since at this point she seems helpless to do anything but grab your waist with them anyway. You grab her shirt and rip it open with both hands, spilling her tits free and leaving them to wobble atop her chest as you thrust. You give a few more yanks to tear the shirt the rest of the way off of her. "Well, I guess I shouldn't've called you flat all those times," you say in a mock-apologetic tone as you grab the big globes and start kneading them roughly, feeling Akane whimper and mewl around your cock as you squeeze them. "These are nice whorish tits alright, perfect for a fuck-animal like you," you continue, pinching her nipples hard and stretching them out, giving her tits a little shake before releasing them, then starting to spank them like you did her ass. \n\nYou feel yourself wanting to cum again, but you have a much better idea how to finish destroying her pride and confidence. You slow your thrusts into her throat, making them more gradual strokes in and out, letting Akane feel you in her throat for longer as you calm yourself down. Your cock even gets a little less hard as you focus, and finally pull out and back some. Gripping your shaft with one hand, you aim a stream of piss directly into Akane's mouth, making her splutter and gurgle. Most of it runs right back out and down her face, seeping into her hair and getting in her nose, but all of her panicked and humiliated gasping and spluttering does have her swallowing some. \n\nOnce you've emptied your bladder into Akane's mouth and on her face, you shift forward, almost straddling her neck before grabbing a fistful of her piss-soaked hair and yanking her head up. "Lick my ass, bitch, put that tongue to work doing something useful for a change," you growl as you force her face between your buttcheeks and grind back against her. A moment later you can feel her tongue feebly starting to lap at and swirl around your pucker. "You can do better than that," you snap, slapping her tits a few times and making her yelp against your asshole, the motions of her tongue quickly becoming more energetic and ardent. Any time she starts to slack off or slow, you deliver a few more rough slaps to her tits, and she's soon back to tonguing your asshole like an eager professional.\n\nYou keep her face held against your ass with one hand while slowly stroking your cock and occasionally spanking her tits with the other. You force her to tongue your asshole for a good fifteen minutes before finally letting yourself cum, moaning as you spurt long streamers of thick white cream all over her pink, stinging tits. When you straighten up and step back, you're treated to the view of Akane laying naked and mostly limp on the bed, abused tits gleaming pink and glazed in the sunlight, her head hanging down, hair hanging bedraggled and soaked with piss, her damp, flushed face slack as her mouth hangs open with her tongue still stuck out, her eyes glassy to show how completely dazed and out of it she is.\n\nHm. Looks like you've pretty much taken her pride, her dignity, and her spirit. Now to take-\n\n<hr>\n[[-her life.|MRanX1x3]]\n\n[[-revenge on the others who have wronged you.|MRanX]]

Closing the book, you slip it into the squarish bag at your hip, where it essentially disappears. Then you look back at the leader and reply blandly, "Pass."\n\n"... Eh?" He blinks at that, a complete lack of comprehension making a blank mask of his face. So this is the level of intelligence that results in level one bandits attacking a player character. You suppose that makes sense.\n\n"Pass. As in, I decline to acquiesce to your demands." You bring a hand up and rub your finger briefly under your nose. "Means 'no'."\n\n"... Get 'er!" the leader roars.\n\nThe other three rush towards you. Acting more on reflexes you didn't have five minutes ago than anything else, you whirl around and thrust a hand at one of the charging men, murmuring quickly under your breath. The sword in his hand twists and writhes, abruptly having turned into a steel clockwork snake that begins winding about his arm, biting at him as he screams and drops to the ground, trying to yank it off of him. You snap slightly to the side and lower your hand, the biggest of the three giving a yowl of shock as his next steps drop him into a waist-deep pit of mud, the immediate frantic struggling that ensues churning it up and making sure that he can't get out.\n\nThe third is close in by then, and takes a swipe at you with his knife... which you duck easily. 'Dex is the underlooked necessary stat for casters,' you think smugly to yourself as you dodge his second swipe by slipping around and away a bit, raising your hand. A ball of bubbling, semiliquid black appears above your palm, and you send part of it streaking out towards him; it splashes against his arm and quickly expands to engulf his upper torso in a clinging layer of black rubber, the impact and his sudden restraint enough to have him toppling to the ground. You turn towards the leader, who's standing there stunned, the remainder of the bubbling magic rubber still hovering over your palm.\n\n<img src="https://i.imgur.com/HXgCk1A.png?1">\n\n"That was your plan? 'Get her'?"\n\n"Uhhh..." He blinks a few times, then grits his teeth and grabs his sword with both hands. "Ha! You don't scare me, wigglefing-"\n\n"I swear to Christ if you call me 'wigglefingers' one more time I won't be responsible for what I do to you."\n\n"... You don't scare me! You magic types run out of spells! I bet you've only got a few left!"\n\nYou have no idea how many you've got left, but you don't <i>feel</i> anywhere close to out. Though after a glance around at the still-struggling, still angry-looking mooks and their apparently determined leader, it's obvious they're not going to give up and run off like sane people... at least without a bit more of a push. You need to do something to their leader that will convince them all it's a bad idea to keep messing with you.\n\nThe magic's already there... you can feel it rising up, you just need some words to focus it.\n\n<hr>\n[["Whatever, jackass."|GGMage]]\n\n[["Hey, girl."|GGMage]]\n\n[["Later, doll."|GGMage]]\n\n[["Skidaddle skidoodle, your dick is now a noodle."|GGMage3x3]]

"Let's take a look, no reason to hit the boil-in-the-bag stuff right away if we don't have to," you suggest to your aunt.\n\n"Good point."\n\n"You two just come around here and take a look at what we've got to offer," Mitch announces, lifting the cover of the truckbed and then lowering the tailgate. You walk around, Aunt Kelly following close behind, and turn to peer into the truckbed. You start to turn towards Mitch in confusion when you notice it's empty, only to feel something sting the side of your neck. You wobble, your vision going blurry and then dark. You're semi-conscious for long enough to feel yourself being picked up and half-lain half-tossed into the truckbed, and to feel your aunt's limp form thump against you. Then you hear the tailgate and cover closing, and you're out.\n\nWhen you come to, you can feel your bare footsoles on cold concrete. You groan, your head slumped forward so that the first thing you see when you open your eyes is your own naked body, B-cup breasts capped by nipples gone hard in the cold air. You raise your head to look at your own raised arms and see that your wrists are wrapped with cord and fastened to a rope coming down from the darkness above you with a carabiner. Looking around, you seem to be in some sort of really big barn, complete with stalls and a lot of odd-looking equipment you can't place... and a king-sized bed with no sheets? You crane your head to look to the sides, and on your right spot Aunt Kelly. She's just as naked as you are and trussed up identically, her DD's swaying a bit as she gives a few testing tugs on her tied arms. It looks like they've supplemented her bonds with a ballgag. She looks over at you, a vaguely panicky look on her face, then obviously does her best to look calm when she notices you're awake.\n\n"Glad you're awake!" Mitch calls as he and his wife walk towards you from the darker parts of the barn, a pair of big black dogs trotting along obediently behind. Both adults are naked, showing that despite being in their late forties, they're obviously well-maintained, Mitch's body firm and muscular, his very long cock swaying limply between his legs as he walks, Gloria's body smooth and mostly unlined by age, her D-cup breasts having sagged slightly but still maintaining a nice teardrop shape. The dogs aren't any breed you recognize... they're shaped and furred a lot like huskies, but biggier, and definitely much darker, their muzzles a bit thicker. Each has one blue eye and one brown eye, on opposite sides... twins? \n\n"What's going on? Why are you doing this?" you ask, trying not to let your voice shake too much despite how scared you are.\n\n"Oh, come now, you're a big girl, both of those should be perfectly obvious. We kidnapped you both for some fun! Thought we'd snagged a mother and daughter at first, but then we looked through your things." He holds up your smartphone and waggles it. "But, next best thing. Now, here's how this works. I've decided that since you were the one who decided to step into our trap, you're going to make the decisions about what happens, and your aunt better follow along with what you decide." He walks over and sets the phone down on a nearby table, then walks over closer to you, grinning. "If you cooperate and be good girls, we'll drop you back at your campsite before your rent's due to expire, no harm done. If you don't cooperate, well, we'll still drop you back at your campsite when we're done, but no promises as to your condition when we do. What will it be, cutie?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Cooperate.|Camping1x5]]\n\n[[Refuse.|Camping]]

Honestly the Alteration Mage seems fun. Maybe it's just the innate power perversion potential that dares you to step into its magical realm, but you've gotta at least look through it a little more and see just how much utility it might have. You flip to that page, then are interrupted by the sound of birdsong as you look up. \n\nYou're... standing in the woods. Actually, as you take a quick look around, you're standing on a dirt road running through the woods. A glance down at yourself shows that you're suddenly dressed differently as well... gold-trimmed and decoed black robes and boots, split in the middle to leave your midriff bare. Your body is roughly the same build, though you're not sure since the top is wrapped fairly tightly around your chest. Moving your head also makes some entirely purple hair drift in front of your eyes. What the hell...?\n\nAs you're trying to come to grips with all these sudden changes, you hear the patter of heavy footfalls and look up. Four thuggish, leather-clad men have surrounded you... they all seem to be human, except for one of them that's a bit bigger, broader, and has a green tint to him, who you'd guess is at least part orc... well, inasfar as someone being part orc makes sense, considering that they're all wielding slightly elaborate daggers and swords, and you're dressed like someone that talks about the nature of the threads of magic.\n\n"A fool to linger in our territory reading your book, wigglefingers!" the man that's taken up a position in front of you declares, obviously feeling pretty proud of himself. Well, shit, you'd have to admit that four melee fighters surrounding a caster would be pretty good, assuming the caster is of a similar level.\n\nDo you have a level now? You glance at the book, which now looks like a spellbook. It even has your handwriting in it. You kind of think you might have a level now. Huh. While you're pondering that, your lack of attention seems to have annoyed your mugger, who shouts, "We're feeling merciful today, wigglefingers, so leave everything you have and we'll let you walk on down the road!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Better do it.|GGMage]]\n\n[[... Nah.|GGMage3x2]]

You guess art students must get bigger rooms because of stuff like this, you think as you wander over to the section of the room that seems to be used as a workspace. Liam apparently works in quite a number of different mediums... you can see that there's some shelves with various clay sculptures on them, canvases that have been stacked up against the wall, and even what look like a bunch of molds made of various materials sitting around next to containers of some sort of liquid or slime or whatever, you guess they must be rubber or latex. (Some of those molds look kinda... hm.) \n\nIt sounded like Liam might be out for a fair bit, so looking at some of his art makes sense. Which of the mediums to start with?\n\n<hr>\n[[The sculptures.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[The paintings.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[The molds.|GwynLiam2x2]]

"Fine," you say with a sigh. "Let's go to the mansion. The faster we make some money, maybe the sooner you'll be satisfied."\n\n"Me, satisfied?" Kevin grins and thumps you on the back, then leads the way past the open gates and up the somewhat winding pathway to the front door. He rings the bell, fires you another grin, then looks around as the door open. Both of you, however, are a little taken aback at the sight that greets you. The woman looks like she's in her late thirties, maybe early forties, but looking <i>very</i> good for it. A classically beautiful face, long straight hair so black it's almost blue, dark intriguing eyes, and an hourglass body that looks like it's straight out of a wet dream, covered by a rather thin red silk robe that's barely even tied closed in front.\n\n"Well, hello, Scouts," she practically purrs, leaning against the side of the doorway, folding her arms under her chest and winding up squeezing her large tits together. "What brings you to my door?"\n\n"Good afternoon, ma'am," Kevin replies cheerfully, smoothly recovering while you're still desperately fighting the urge to stare at the woman's tits. "Our troop is trying to sell chocolate bars to raise money. One of our members really needs a transplant, but the operation costs a lot, and any little bit would really help. Four dollars a bar is all we're asking today!"\n\n"I seeeee." The sparkle in those canny, dark eyes would make you think she isn't fooled for a moment, and you're inclined to run, but Kevin's just standing there smiling at her. And she's standing there smiling back. "Well, boys, tell you what. My name is Errana, and I'm ever so bored. Why don't the two of you come inside and keep me company for awhile? If you do, I'll buy every chocolate bar you've got for... five dollars instead. Sound alright?"\n\nKevin looks like he's struggling to keep his jaw from dropping, and looks at you with delight. You can practically read his thoughts in his eyes: 'Not only a setup right out of porn, but a bunch of money!' You grimace at him in return... not only is this in clear violation of every 'stranger danger' lecture you ever got, even setting aside your obedience to ancient after school specials something about this just seems way too good to be true. But you can see Kevin's eagerness all over his face... no way you could talk him into leaving, even if you could ever talk him into anything. If you leave, you're going to be on your own.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave.|QOKev1x1]]\n\n[[Stay.|QOKevScheme1x5]]

You consider. You've clearly been dragged into some fantasy world and incarnated as the class you were reading about. But that's about all you know of the situation. Having a local around to smooth things over might help... even if that local's a thug that tried to mug you. "Alright, I'll restore you," you reply, adding, "Eventually!" as his face brightens, which immediately makes it fall again. "But you're gonna hafta earn it."\n\n"E-earn it...?"\n\n"I'm not from around here," you understate in the extreme. "So I need someone to explain things to me. That means when I ask questions, you answer them, no matter how odd or obvious they seem, and you don't ask me why I'm asking them, or anything else. All questions from me, no questions from you," you reinforce, nudging his arm with your foot. "And if I ask you to do something, same rules apply, you do it whether it seems weird or not, no questions. When I've decided you've been helpful enough, I'll undo the shrinkage."\n\n"I... y-yeah, I can do that!" he answers, nodding vigorously. "We can all help with that! Can't we boys?!" he calls, glancing over his shoulder at the others.\n\nThe rest of his gang seems to not quite be meeting his eye... even the part-orc, who's almost up to his chest in the mud now. Obviously they're not quite on board with helping out their fearless leader with this little endeavor.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to get them to come with you.|GGMage3x5]]\n\n[[Forget them.|GGMage]]

"I'll do what you say," you whimper, your aunt nodding emphatically off to the side. "We'll do whatever you say, just don't hurt us."\n\n"Good girl. And in that spirit, I've got another choice for you." He grins wickedly as he walks back over to stand with his wife and dogs. "Now, obviously, a lot of fucking's on the agenda. You ever had sex, done anything like that before, girl?"\n\nYou shake your head, flushing in humiliation but too frightened to lie.\n\n"Well, you're about to. And I'm gonna give you a choice as to what you'll do. Now either you and your aunt can go over to that bed there..." He says, tilting his head towards it. "And you can fuck each other..."\n\n"But she's my aunt!" you blurt. Then add, a little more petulantly, "And I don't like girls." You glance over at Kelly and see a similar sentiment reflected on her face.\n\n"Not exactly our problem," Gloria says wryly. "In fact, what's that saying you kids have? 'It's not a bug, it's a feature'?"\n\n"Your other option is to get fucked by Pounda and Slamma here," Mitch continues, kneeling down and patting one of the big dogs' side, its tail wagging a little behind it.\n\nYour eyes widen. "The <i>dogs</i>?!"\n\n"Oh yeah. My family's always had a real talent for dog breeding. Pounda and Slamma are crossbreeds I've been working on my whole life... smart, loyal, plenty of endurance, and some other traits as I find useful." His leer makes it clear exactly what he means, though now that you look, you can tell by the massive black-furred sheaths and ballsacks on the twin canines. "Figure they deserve some quality bitch-meat to get off in every so often."\n\nStraightening up, he looks at you expectantly. "Well, little girl? Who're you gonna fuck?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Aunt Kelly.|Camping]]\n\n[[The dogs.|Camping1x6]]

Well, hell, "go big or go home", as they say. You tap the selection to give yourself an above-maximum charisma, and feel a little ripple in the air, as if something had subtly changed. What's not so subtle is the change in weight you can feel in your pants, the front of them now bulging with what's obviously a truly massive cock.\n\nTifa also unfreezes, and her eyes widen as she immediately falls to her knees and bows before you until her forehead touches the floor. "Forgive me, my lord! Forgive my familiarity, I don't know what I was thinking!" she pleads desperately.\n\nYou stare at her, not sure whether you're more shocked by the sudden and extreme change or distracted by the view of her bent down with her ass jutted up in the air, her skirt having ridden up some to reveal the lower curves of her ass even from where you're standing.\n\n"Forgive me, I am a worthless animal compared to you, I only used your name because of my adoration for you!" Tifa continues, apparently lamenting her earlier behavior before you made yourself into the equivalent of an earthly god as far as how other people view you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeees, your familiarity SHOULD be punished.|FF7X44x1]]\n\n[[Let's say she's your high priestess now instead, that could be fun.|FF7Xplaceholder]]

"Hey, c'mon, let's take the north road, I wanna get done with this," you say, pointing at the turnoff. \n\n"Er, Cyan, didn't you hear what I said? There are bandits, and-"\n\n"Yeah I know, but we're both trained fighters, right? There's two of us and we're not on foot besides, I'm sure they'd rather wait for someone easier to hassle than us." Besides, you've been in a fantasy world all <i>day</i> and the closest thing you've had to excitement is looking at some adventurers from across a room and breaking a coin in half. At least if you saw some bandits it would be interesting.\n\n"Well, alright," Jakson says, not seeming nearly as enthused as you are at this prospect, but nevertheless turning the horse and sending it down the more imposing path through the leafless, dark trees.\n\nSoon enough you get your wish, though you're not entirely sure it's exactly what you wanted, since a bit later the wagon has been pulled to a halt and a lot of longspears are being pointed at you. Admittedly, it is exciting, but you could do without the sharp pointy things aimed in your direction. The bandits are pretty much all men it looks like, most scraggly and a bit on the scrawny side, dressed in ragged, dark clothing. But soon after they've forced you to a halt with their spears, two more figures step out into the road in front of your cart. Both are tall with thick, unruly black hair, the man's in a short ponytail, the woman's in a much longer and thicker one. Both have shockingly red eyes, the man wearing a snug, sleeveless leather shirt and metal bracers, as well as loose pants and armored shin and footguards over ninja tabi, and the woman's wearing a garishly red cape along with a tight, low-scooped black leather halter top and black leather... well, hotpants, for lack of a better word, along with thigh-high boots.\n\n"What a lucky day for you children," the woman says in a smug tone, dark-painted lips curling. "You haven't been set upon by just any bandits, but the illustrious twins Harbinger and Omen. Since we've honored you, it would be a shame to then turn right around and kill you, so if you'd be so kind, surrender immediately and don't put up any fuss."\n\n"... Cyan, what do we do?" Jakson whispers, eyes flitting towards you briefly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fight.|GGMonk4x2]]\n\n[[Surrender.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Bargain.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Defect.|GGMonk6x1]]

Your mind is consumed by the desire to do something you've barely even dared to fantasize about. You reach out and rest your hands on Maya's breasts over her bra, squeezing carefully. You almost jump when she gives a soft 'mmf', but she quickly says, "No, it's fine." Nodding and blushing, you give another light squeeze, shivering as she runs a hand down your chest and rubs experimentally at your stomach. \n\nAfter a bit of you stroking at the upper curves of her tits and squeezing them through the bra, Maya brings her hands back to unclasp it and slip it off, baring her perky C-cups completely. You're a little more hesitant to touch them directly, but the sight of those stiff, puffy nipples soon tempts you too much. You cup her breasts directly now, feeling the hard nubs on your palms, hearing her moan at your touch. You suck in a hard breath as one of her hands cups you through your underwear, stroking and rubbing your stiff shaft through the thin material, moving down to rub your balls a bit as well.\n\nYou keep feeling like you might go off any moment just from that, but manage to hold on as your friend continues satisfying her curiosity of your prick while you toy with her breasts. Eventually you lean forward and wrap your mouth around one of her nipples, suckling and rolling your tongue as she moans. You almost think she's pulling away when she starts to move, but her other hand tugs you back with her as she lays back, guiding you to lay beside her so you can continue suckling her breast. You groan against her nipple as she finally fishes your cock out of your pants and starts stroking you directly, hand warm as she wraps her fingers around you and makes tugging motions towards herself.\n\nYou slide your hand down from her other breast and down the front of her panties, feeling Maya writhe against you lightly and hearing her whimper as your fingers slide over the hot, slick folds. You're not sure about actually pushing them inside her, so you just continue to rub at her entrance, getting a feel for the hot, wet, surprisingly smooth-feeling skin as your fingers slip across them. Maya's hips twist and buck lightly, her hand speeding up in its stroking of your cock. Between those two things it's not long before you're whimpering yourself and spurting your load all over her fingers and palm.\n\n"S-sorry," you murmur, squirming more as she draws her hand back to look at the white goo stretching between her fingers. "Um... did you?"\n\n"Er... twice, actually," she replies with a grin, before it turns into a mischievous smirk as she stares right at you while licking one of her fingers clean.\n\nYour eyes widen, then you grin as well. "So, uh... you wanna do some more?"\n\n"Yeah... but if we do the really fun stuff, we're gonna need some condoms, I guess," she says, scooting back a bit from you and sitting up. "You'll have to go buy 'em."\n\n"Me?" you squeak. "Why me?!"\n\n"Because if you wanna fuck me, you've gotta buy the condoms," she answers with a smug tone. "Call it my personal rule. ... That I just came up with," she admits with a giggle.\n\n<hr>\n[[... Fine.|QOMaya2x3]]\n\n[[What about oral?|QOMaya]]\n\n[[What about... the other hole?|QOMaya]]

"I thought we'd do a little shopping," you answer cheerfully, still rubbing up and down his shoulders. Ken squirms a little more, but now looks rather dubious. Like any youngster, he's had to endure a few shopping trips where there wasn't much for him to do but sit around and wait. (You're an indulgent mother but not quite indulgent enough to spare him those entirely). "There's some things we need, after all."\n\n"What things?" he asks, obviously trying not to sound as leery as he is.\n\n<hr>\n[[Clothes.|Marei]]\n\n[[A car.|Marei]]\n\n[[Electronics.|Marei]]

Let's see what sort of game this is. You tap the selection for the main campaign, and see a pair of windows pop up. Each one has an image with a character in it... surprisingly, both the characters look a bit like you! Real-you, that is, not the current you. They even have a version of your first name on them, which is a little weird, but then this is some strange VR sim game, you guess it's easier for it to tailor itself to the player. On one side is an image of a guy wearing a rather neat, slightly militaristic uniform... a bit more like what Cloud wore in that 'Advent Children' movie than the original game, you're pretty sure. He does have the bigass Buster Sword sheathed at his back though, and looks a bit taller and more buff than you.\n\n[[Eric Clash|FF7MStart]] - Former member of SOLDIER, current member of resistance group AVALANCHE. Eric was convinced to join by a combination of Tifa's good-hearted nature and Cloud's presence as another strong fighter. Eric's physical stats are top-notch, and while his mental stats are above average they're nothing to brag about. He starts play with a powerful weapon and a good relationship with several AVALANCHE members.\n\nHm, interesting. On the other side, there's the female figure. She's dressed kind of the same... except her coat thing forms a sort of long loincloth in front and is swept back further in back, leaving her tights-clad legs bare. And she does seem pretty darn stacked, too. Like maybe as much as Tifa. Figures that the girl character would be more fanservicey. She's also holding a long metal staff instead of a sword.\n\n[[Erica Clash|FF7FStart]] - Former member of SOLDIER subgroup MAGE, current member of resistance group AVALANCHE. Erica was subjected to experiments with the SOLDIER mako shower process intended to turn her into a pseudo-agent; as such she has strange and untapped abilities, and some limited shapeshifting due to magic more strongly infusing her body. Her spellcasting stats are extremely high, though her physical stats aren't much above the average person's unless temporarily boosted. Erica approached AVALANCHE after her escape from the experimentation facility, and has yet to earn their trust. She starts play with a simple weapon, and several leveled materia already equipped.

"I'm pretty high up here in the mountains. Well, I'm pretty high too, but doesn't seem much point not to being, y'know? What with it being the end of days. I'm kinda surprised these relay towers are still up, and I have no idea if there's anyone out there but our new canine overlords to hear me, but I may as well keep talking for a little while. Why not?\n\n"Hard to believe it's been less than a year. Or actually no, I guess it's been pretty much exactly a year, right? That was the earliest point that anyone reported that it was started, I heard once. Halloween night. Full moon. And that's when the fuckin' werewolf apocalypse began. No kidding, real shit, I'd laugh if I hadn't spent the last year dodging canines and making my way up here, hoping that maybe they wouldn't like the cold. Or at least that they'd come here last, huh?\n\n"We all thought it was such a joke at first, ya know? Reports of werewolves, roaming the streets, swarming the cities. We thought it was a government cover-up for a political uprising or something, we spent more time arguing over which side had finally decided to start the revolution and why weren't our media outlets telling us than we did considering the idea that it might be real, that we might be seeing the rise of actual monsters. Plus it just seemed so... so juvenile, y'know? When you heard the whispers that no one really wanted to talk about, that the wolves didn't turn you by biting, or clawing, but by fucking. Sounded like something out of a lame porn story on the internet, nobody was buying it, definitely not me.\n\n"Of course then one of 'em smashed right through the door during dinner one night. Before I knew it, it was throwing aside the table and it had my girlfriend, was shoving its cock right through her panties and into her pussy, just pounding the hell out of her. I was stuck frozen in shock, staring for a minute, long enough to realize she was starting to moan like she'd never moaned for me, that her pussy was spurting all over its dick, her eyes were rolled up in her head, the whole fucking package. Thing was, the smell... the smell of her, but also of that thing, this thick animal musk, this pure sex scent, I mean... the damnedest thing was that it turned my nipples to diamond and my pussy was soaking wet just watching, just smelling. I tried to get ahold of myself, grabbed a kitchen knife and stabbed it... it fucking ignored me, just kept fucking my girlfriend and making her cum her brains out on that big dog dick. So I ran. Not proud of it, but I ran. I only looked back once, and I saw her changing, saw her tits growing twice as big as they ever were, saw her getting a big fat dog dick of her very own.\n\n"And lemme be real here. No point in not saying it. I dream about that dick some nights. Some days I wonder what it'd've been like if I'd just gone back and sucked her cock, at least let it my girlfriend be the one to fuck me and turn me into one of them. I mean from what we can tell, it wasn't really my girlfriend anymore, but at least that's something, right? Having it be her cock slamming one of my holes, her cum filling me, her turning me into one of those mindless rape machines.\n\n"...\n\n"Anyway. So I got out of there. After awhile I joined up with a little group of survivors, and we survived mostly by avoiding the werewolves as best we could. Shooting them didn't work, stabbing them didn't work... even silver didn't actually kill them, but it did make them flinch and get them out of the mood, so they'd either run off or... y'know, resort to just plain fighting. There were about twenty of us at the high point, trying to make our way to a remote spot like this, figuring on the excuse of the cold, or that there weren't very many people around in the first place so not many would've been turned into wolves. I mean, even the preppers had worked around the idea of a zombie apocalypse... around people, y'see? Who the fuck prepped for a werewolf apocalypse? Something half again our size with superhuman strength, senses that were unmatched, and that actually thinks and strategizes as it's planning to get at you and fuck you?\n\n"We heard plenty of rumors along the way. 'There's no wolves in Australia'. 'If you take plenty of birth control they won't want you'. 'Swallow a silver bullet while they're fucking you and it will keep you from changing'. As far as we could tell most of it was bullshit, especially once we got the reports from upside-down land, yeah? About the only one that never got disproved was that this supposedly all started out in a place called Deviville, from a witch's curse, and that witch could command the wolves and make them do whatever she said. I laughed at it the first time I heard it... until I remembered that I was sitting in a dumpster hugging my silver-coated Bowie knife, hoping the smell kept any werewolves from noticing me. So maybe. Maybe.\n\n"That group of twenty was down to Carla and I by the time we got up here. Everyone else had been dragged off or wandered off one by one, until it was just us, a lesbian and a straight girl who'd become more open-minded in light of the apocalypse. So yeah, just me and my fuck-buddy on our way to this little hideaway we'd heard about, when a wolf came out of nowhere. Threw Carla down on her back, ripped open the crotch of her jeans and started to fuck her. This time when I stabbed it, it was with a silvered knife, and that made it howl and drove it off, sending it scurrying back into the woods. Carla and I thought she'd be okay, as far as we'd seen it was only when a wolf actually came in the victim that they started to change, whatever the curse or virus or whatever was apparently was just in the ejaculate, the sperm maybe.\n\n"Guess we forgot health class and that pre can contain both of those. Over the next few days Carla got hornier and hornier, and at first hey, no problem there, right? But then I noticed that she was getting more aggressive, that her already unshaven bits were getting a thicker layer of fur than ever, that her brown eyes had a hint of red. By the time we were within a day or two of here, it was obvious she was changing, just more slowly. She volunteered to take herself away, run as far as she could in the other direction before she changed to give me the best chance... and I let her. Again, not really proud of it, but it was that or listen to the tiny little voice in my head urging me to just spend the time fucking her as much as I could until she was ready to shove her cock in me and change us both. She went off on her own and I continued towards this place.\n\n"I guess she probably didn't get far though before the change worked on her mind enough that she turned around. I spent the last day on the way here with her not too far behind me, big and furry and with that perma-hardon waiting for me, and something in my brain constantly saying to stop, let up, let her catch me. But I got here, and the door's reinforced steel. But she's still out there. I can hear her at night, howling at the moon. I catch glimpses of her sometimes through the observation windows, prowling through the woods, those big furry tits swaying and that dog dick dripping pre into the snow. And every time I stop and I stare at her longer, and my pussy gets wetter the longer I stare, and I just think 'maybe it wouldn't be so bad'.\n\n"... Mm.\n\n"Been doing a little math while I've been rambling. The food supplies are set to last for a really long time, but the system for converting outside snow into drinkable water seems to be busted. Maybe Carla's work? Who knows, who knows. But either way I think I've only got enough for another week or so? And on what the busted converter's putting out, I could probably slow down complete dehydration for maybe... a month? Be a really miserable month, though.\n\n"So. Hey. Basically... I think I'm gonna go take a walk outside. And I'll probably just go ahead and leave my clothes here... don't see much point in having them get all ripped up, after all. I guess it's probably time to find out if that wolf cock is gonna feel as good pounding my cunt as everyone else made it look like when I watched them. Carla was always a pretty good lay for a straight girl anyway, I bet she's fantastic now that she's got twelve inches of dog dick to work with. That'll be my costume for this Halloween, same as everyone else... a big-dicked werewolf.\n\n"Maybe it won't be so bad."\n\n<b>Holly the Witch</b> end - <i>The werewolf apocalypse</i>

* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can yet again give in to the urge to go get a [[relaxing cookie|GGCandy7x4]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Band singer Erica can now [[obey|CC3x7]] when the club owner demands he bend over the desk.\n* <b>Main</b>: In Palladium City, Eric can now say [[he won't go to the party|PalladiumStart]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Gwyn can now [[submit|GwynSaya1x4]] to Saya's demand he wear panties.\n* <b>Main</b>: After escaping with Striped Trouble, Cypher can augment herself with [[Raptarran DNA|BadCypher10x7]].\n* Switched Amanda's school activity to go directly to cheerleader.\n* <b>Main:</b> Homura can now suggest [[challenging a dojo|HomuraStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Female Ranma can visit [[Ucchan's|FRanX22x1]] or the Nekohanten after being launched by Akane.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can [[stammer awkwardly|CySW1x4]] when Shado asks if he's coming along.\n* <b>Main:</b> Austin can now choose to inherit his uncle's [[personal assistant|Austin1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can stutter himself into being a [[Succubus King|QODK3x3]]. A few paths over he can also use mana that [[feels right|QODK1x6]] for the gacha summon.\n* <b>Main:</b> The twin elves can put the experimental [[panties|HollyXmas6x4]] on Holly to make her cooperate.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now ask his dad how to [[get started|QODad1x2]] having sex.\n* More of Eric at the Palladium abandoned warehouse.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can now untie [[all the reindeer|HollyXmas5x2]].\n

"<b>Fighters, prepare yourselves!</b>" booms the Dark Judge. Wow, they even got whatever sound systems they use set up out here, wonder where the speakers are hidden? Once you and Jackson have settled into your stances, he thunders, "<b>Begin</b>!"\n\nFighting honorably in a normal tournament helps you win and helps you feel good about yourself. Fighting honorably in an anything-goes knock-down-drag-out fight with ridiculous amount of money on the line when your opponent outclasses you in practically every way is a good way to take a really painful beating for no good reason, you decide. \n\nJackson comes in fast, but not nearly as fast as yesterday's opponent, and you have plenty of time to size up the way he's moving. His punch is quick, but telegraphed, and you duck underneath it to snap a few quick jabs to his belly and sides. Lots of taut muscle there, not doing a lot of damage, but you're mostly just letting him know you can sting... and letting him think you're going to keep attacking from the front, bobbing and weaving but always letting him keep you in front of him.\n\nDuring the fight you can hear someone singing, a crooning, rather haunting melody of multiple voices. You don't know when these fights started getting their own choral section, but you do your best to tune it out and focus on your risky little gambit, especially since all it will take is one lapse to lose as completely as if you were just trying to wail away at him.\n\nYou can dodge his punches fairly easily since you're just biding your time and watching him... you know that actually taking one of those hits would pretty much be the end of the fight for you. You juke back and, in his annoyance at your constant dodging, he overextends to try and connect. Immediately you swing around and slip to the side, your leg lashing out, striking at the back of his left knee. Muffling a curse he goes down, almost yelping when he hits on the knee and dropping down to his other one.\n\nYou wrap an arm around his neck and set yourself, leaning back. He makes an angry, choked noise (well obviously on the latter) and starts trying to grab at your arm, but is unable to get enough purchase with his fingers to try and throw you off. He takes a few elbow-shots at your legs, but his angle means they're more painful nuisance than effective counter. You lean back harder, hearing him grunt as even more of his air is cut off.\n\n"<b>Acknowledge your defeat!</b>" the Dark Judge thunders, pointing at Jackson. "Submit!"\n\nYou think for a moment he won't, his fingers twitching on your arm. Then he lets his arms drop to his sides and lets out a huff of breath. A moment later you slide your arm from around his throat and step back.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|HellKore1x9]]

You pad barefoot... or rather barehooved... through the garden, yawning a bit. It's been a busy fifty years, even though you don't really leave the mansion much anymore. Your little network of high school girls has grown up to be a network of influential figures in society (or the wives thereof) and their own little networks of associates, and they're all firmly loyal to you. At first grateful for freeing you from Lauriel's charms, they then fell under your own... a bit more slowly and subtly, though. You didn't have much choice, after all, with Lauriel having erased your memory in the minds of everyone but them. But it all worked out for the best, really... they came to worship you, and brought other people there to learn to worship you. In fact, for four hours last night you had your big fat horsecock sucked by one of your state's senators... it might have been a huge scandal, except for the fact that the owner of the local paper was behind you the entire time eating your ass.\n\nHm. Lauriel though. There's someone you haven't thought of in years, at the least. "'Portrait of an Elf Whore'," you murmur thoughtfully to yourself. Now let's see, where <i>did</i> you put it? Strolling through the garden a bit more purposefully, you eventually spot the prone statue from the back. "Ah, there you are!" you chirp, stepping onto the grass and rounding the statue... only to burst out laughing at the sight.\n\nWhile your gardener slave has been instructed to trim the grass around them, you'd never thought to give any instructions about <i>cleaning</i> the statues, and it looks like Lauriel has become something of a favorite roost for birds. She's absolutely covered with the white streaks of their droppings, from her jutting-tongued idiotic-smiled face to her detailed bare tits to her finger-spread pussy. Of course with the lewd pose and expression of the statue, it's hard to interpret the white splatters as standins for anything other than cum, as if a group of a good forty or fifty men had spilt their loads on her as she worked herself to her furious, shameless peak.\n\n"Who said birds have no appreciation for public art?" you snicker, turning to walk away with a flick of your tail.\n\n<b>Lauriel's Slave</b> End - <i>Birdkake</i>

Deciding to try a bit of crossplaying, you select the male Midnight Elf, his model swinging into focus, showing mid-back length spiky black hair and a slender build, shown off by a sleeveless white shirt and black pants. His sclera are black, irises glowing red, a smirk on his lips as he sets his hands on his hips and glances out of the screen as if to say 'Well, let's get on with it.'\n\n<center>Choose your character's class.</center>\n\n[[Torturer|GGWOWplaceholder]]\n\n[[Mindblaster|GGWOWplaceholder]]\n

You wonder if this is some version of how you've heard guys talk to their cars? But then, cars generally don't talk back, and a soothing chat with Sierra seems like it might help right now, since she's always so supportive and cheerful. Pushing up from the bed, you head out of the room and down to the docking bay, the doors whirring open to show Sierra's interior.\n\n"Hey, Boss, what's up?" her voice chirps as you step inside. "Couldn't sleep?"\n\n"Not really," you admit, sinking into the pilot's chair and turning it around to face away from the view of the closed outer doors, slumping down a bit.\n\n"What's the matter?" Her normally cheerful voice shows a genuine thread of concern, coming from all around you and helping to feel like you're surrounded by her care. "You seem really down."\n\n"I can't stop feeling like I really messed up this mission. And that maybe if I was... the real Cypher, everything would have gone better," you admit, sighing and leaning your head back against the seat, closing your eyes.\n\n"... Boss, you can't think that," Sierra's voice, ratcheted down to a soft tone, replies. "Even outside of his lame personality, Cypher wasn't perfect. He may not have seen himself as failing, but he did, and people still got hurt and there were times where people even died that he could have avoided if he'd cared about others even a little." You blink your eyes open at that, but Sierra's voice continues. "And I can guarantee you that he wouldn't care about anything happening to Koro, as long as there was some way for him to shrug it off. The moment Koro didn't seem bothered, that guy would have just shrugged it off too, and not had a second thought about his own responsibility, like his mistake never happened."\n\n"... So, what, I'm better because I care, even though I screwed up?" you say a little wryly, scooting further up in your seat.\n\n"Well, yeah!" Sierra's voice sounds more energetic again. "It shows you care about the people around you! More than that, you'll actually try to do better, so you can protect them! I know it!"\n\n"Yeah. Yeah, you're right," you answer with a nod.\n\n"Hey, I bet I can cheer you up some more! I learned a new trick, you wanna see?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Not now, you're tired.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Maybe later.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Sure?|Cypher1x22]]

... If you're fair, you've got to admit that you basically already agreed to this. She said yesterday she was going to punish you, and you came over anyway. Now she's doing just what she said. And... you're going to go along with it.\n\nYou can already feel your breathing starting to pick up as you toe out of your shoes and socks, nudging them over to the side. You reach down and hesitate for just a moment before unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans. You bet like a lot of neighborhoods, this one has at least one constantly spying gossip, probably an older woman or a middle-aged one with nothing but time on her hands but to watch the comings and goings of the houses around her and then tell everyone about it. If so, that gossip... or gossips... has to be staring at you right now, watching you slide the waistband of your jeans down over your ass, baring it almost entirely since you're wearing a slightly shiny purple thong. And no doubt they're exclaiming with moral outrage as they watch you bend over, showing off how the cloth hugs up against your pussy as you push the jeans down and then tug them off your feet, giving the pants a little toss aside as you stand up. And for all you know they're on the phone to the police or your parents or just every other gossip in town as you pull off your t-shirt, baring the nearly matching purple bra you paired with the thong.\n\nYou start to reach behind your back, when you remember what Errana said: 'Showing off whatever pretty lingerie you've worn for me today.' You take a deep breath and lower your hands, just standing there in your underwear out in the open on a bright summer midmorning, and then even doing a slow turn in place, letting whoever might be watching get a good look. Only then do you reach behind yourself, undoing the clasps of your bra and letting it drop, baring your stiff nipples to the warm shadows of the porch and the silent, glinting eye of the camera on you. You bend forward again, and you know it's your imagination, but it's like you can <i>feel</i> the gazes of strangers on your ass as you slide the panties down, the cloth shifting and then falling to bare your pussy to the street, not coincidentally just as a car drives by. You're pretty sure they just zoomed on by without noticing anything, but... the sound sends a hard shock of fear and then exileration through you as you step out of the panties and toss them down with your other clothes as you straighten up.\n\nAnd then for several long seconds you stand there naked on the porch, your breasts rising and falling with your quickened breaths, unable to help glancing back and forth looking to see if anyone's approaching. Then there's a buzz and a click, and the door opens slightly. You reach a hand towards it, but the speaker hums with Errana's voice again. "No dear. On all fours. No hands."\n\nFlushing even more than before, you nevertheless sink to your knees and then lean forward onto your hands, this time not just displaying your ass and pussy to any viewers, but shaking it at them a bit as you crawl forward, nudging the door open with your head like a dog so you can step inside. The cool air washes over your bare skin like it's drawing you deep inside some inner lair as you make your way across the tile entryway. \n\nStanding across from you are Errana and Svarog. Errana is wearing nothing but a dark purple silk robe that would barely come to the bottoms of her hips, if she bothered to close it... instead it's simply draped over ehr shoulders, leaving those massive breasts and her plump pussy bare. Svarog is sitting calmly beside her, watching you intently, but you can see that his cock is already unsheathed, the sight of it, and of Errana standing there with a smile fit for a conquering empress on her face, sending another hard shiver of intimidation-excitement through you.\n\n"Now there's a good girl. I do think you might have made up for leaving me yesterday when we were just getting started," Errana murmurs, eyes raking over your bare body. "Or at least, for the most part. Now, why don't you show me what has you literally crawling back, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Errana.|GGDog3x9]]\n\n[[Go to Svarog.|GGDog]]

November, otherwise known as "halfway between Halloween and Christmas". But that means that it's time for Thanksgiving! ... Otherwise known as "rehearsal for Christmas".\n\nOh, it's not really like that, obviously. Thanksgiving is a great holiday! Sure, it's all the trouble of food prep and stress of family for Christmas without as much fun for decorations and presents, but it's still a great holiday!\n\n[[Prep to host.|HollyNov1x1]]\n\n[[Prep to visit family.|HollyNovPlaceholder]]

You flip through the few pages of your 'love journal' to see what missions are currently in need of a cherub to spread love (or "love"). \n\nLooks like that mission to [[have a schlubby guy reproduce|ChJa1x1]] is still available. Nothing seems to have changed on that one, so it probably means that you'd be popping back in time by about ten years to take it up. \n\nThe other missions all seem new. There's one involving a [[Japanese "princess"|ChJa]]... that is, a girl who's the daughter of an extremely powerful and rich company owner. It looks like there's quite a tangle of issues having to do with her, no doubt you'll get a more thorough picture if you decide to take that mission.\n\nEven further highlighting what Kariel said about cherubs taking missions from across the timestream, the other two missions are in the distant future and distant past. Both are female, the one in the future being a human member of an intergalactic exploratory force, who needs to be taught [[to enjoy fucking aliens|ChJa2x6]]. The other is a fairly similar mission involving a woman in Egypt, who needs to get [[hooked on|ChJa]] having nonhuman partners... you can't help but feel your mission with Bull might have gotten that one suggested for you.

Oh right, Mrs. Lane mentioned that you might need to stay and help out if the trainer needed it. Half out of a desire to impress in your first day on the job (technically second you think, but your first assignment), half in hopes you might get to stay in London a bit longer, you ask, "Is there anything else I can do to help?" as you set the bag down on the desktop.\n\nS-7 pauses briefly in the midst of sliding the laptop out of the bag, but then resumes, quickly producing a network cable and plugging it in, swinging the screen up and typing briefly. "Actually, yes, if you could." He beckons the younger man (who you'd swear looks a bit paler than before) over, standing and letting the blonde take a seat behind the desk instead. Then he produces a sleek little black pistol from behind his back and passes it to you. "Take this and watch the door."\n\n"You've got it!" you answer cheerfully, taking the gun and turning towards the door to raise it, then pausing and staring at what you're holding. "Errrrr."\n\n"If anyone comes through that door, Ninety-Nine, shoot them immediately," S-7 says as if it were the most sensible thing in the world, before leaning forward over the younger man's shoulder, resting a hand there as the blonde types. "Alright, good, you used that OS exploit just right. Now make sure you don't set off the security trace when you do the backside file search."\n\n"... um..." you murmur a little weakly, feeling sweat start to trickle down your back, but somehow not managing to actually speak up or lower the gun.\n\nThe trainer(?) seems to be largely ignoring you now, though, intent on coaching the younger man. "Do the echo, make sure. There, you're good. Don't make your parameters too narrow, but don't make them too broad either, we don't have all the time in the world. Alright, now remember what I told you about common file naming conventions, which of these do you think would be the pictures of a man sharing two prostitutes with his daughter?"\n\n"................................. um.........." You... are really worried that you're hearing all of this. Almost as worried as about the fact that you went from delivering a laptop to holding a gun on a door.\n\nA door that is, all of a sudden, opening to admit a really big guy with a bristly bear, flattop, and wearing a slightly off-black turtleneck and really dark grey pants.\n\n<hr>\n[["AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"|CelSpy]]\n\n[["AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" <i>BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM!</i>|CelSpy1x3]]

You scream like a banshee at the sight of the big man, and more out of some reflex than anything else desperately haul on the trigger repeatedly. The gun bucks in your hand, but not too much thankfully. Whatever the gun's loaded with must be pretty potent though, since the bullets hit with impressive effect, four splatters of gore appearing on the man's front, the first just below his right pec, the second a little above that and the third on the center of his collarbone, the final one half-exploding the left side of his jaw even as he's toppling backwards.\n\nS-7's head had yanked up sharply at your scream and the gunshots, but he once again looks calm as he readjusts his view to the laptop screen again. "Nice grouping on the first couple of shots, next time try to squeeze rather than pull. Also avoid the screaming. That goes for you too, T-20, and hurry it up a bit, would you?"\n\n"Yessir," T-20 murmurs quickly, hunched forward over the laptop and typing furiously.\n\n"Wha... wha... what did I just do?" you squeak, eyes wide and staring at the empty doorway more than anything.\n\n"Your job, Ninety-Nine, which is helping me do mine. Keep it together," he answers evenly, which for some reason does make you firm up your hands and stop feeling like you want to fall over and start whimpering. "Quicklike now, Twenty, while still being as thorough as possible."\n\n"Yessir! Got it, sir!" The blonde blurts, finishing whatever he was doing and yanking the hard drive out of the laptop. After only a brief hesitation he tosses the laptop itself into a nearby wastebin and then yanks something from one of his pockets, tossing it in as well, the contents starting to burn with purple sparks before he tosses the laptop bag on top of it as well.\n\n"Very good, Twenty, personal preference on throwing it in the can first, but smart choice since it tends to make sure the whole thing's slag," the trainer says as he rounds the desk and heads for the door. "Come along, Ninety-Nine. We'll take the stairs, not worth risking getting caught on the elevators at this point, remember that, Twenty."\n\n"Yessir," Twenty echoes again, hurrying after him, which leaves you scurrying to catch up as the three of you head for the stairwell.\n\n"Uh, w-who was that I shot?" you ask, trying not to whimper as you say it.\n\n"Best not ask too many questions you don't absolutely need the answers to, Ninety-Nine," S-7 replies evenly as he starts descending the stairs. "But since you're in the thick of it for the moment, might as well. From the size of him and some of the bone structure, I'd guess a Russian. Intel says we've got a double-booking of the KGB and at least one independent mercenary organization against us on this mission."\n\n"Um. Didn't the KGB break up? A long time ago?" you ask, starting to feel a little bit dissociated from this whole situation.\n\n"That's what they'd like you to think, yes." S-7 answers. Right before the three of you turn the corner and come face-to-face with a man who snaps a military rifle up to point it at you. With no hesitation and near blurring speed, the sleekly-powerful trainer snatches the barrel and shoves up and to the side, striking it across the man's chin hard enough to stun him. Just as fast he drops and grabs the other man's ankle, yanking hard and practically flipping him into the air, the enemy giving a surprised shout right before his head strikes one of the stairs below and bends on his neck at a rather extreme angle, his ragdolled body tumbling down more of the stairs. "In any event, less talking, more moving Ninety-Nine, always a good tip there too, Twenty," he adds briskly as he continues down the stairs.\n\nAt the ground floor, Seven opens the door, and quickly shuts it again at the sound of gunfire, with you desperately trying not to pee yourself as a bullet actually whizzes through the in just that moment and strikes the wall a few feet away. "That's quite some suppressing fire," the trainer muses, before gesturing you back up the stairs. The three of you instead emerge into the second floor hallyway, following S-7's lead as he makes his way into one of the offices and draws another gun like the one he gave you. "Twenty, you've been keeping up on your drop-and-roll training?"\n\n"Yessir," the blonde answers, though he doesn't sound a lot more happy than you at the direction this is going.\n\n"Good." S-7 fires repeatedly at the window, the rounds almost immediately turning it into more cracks than solid surface. Planting the bottom of his foot against the office's desk, he shoves hard, sending it crashing through and dropping roughly to the street below, to judge from the sound of crashing wood and clattering metal. You barely even have time to yelp as S-7 grabs you and hauls you close, pressing you tightly in against his muscular body, which you seriously only barely enjoy because the next thing he does is jump out the window and take you with him. The shock is at least enough to keep you from screaming as there's a brief drop, a slight sense of impact and the world going all topsy-turvy, before you're up and on your feet, wobbling a little as you realize you're standing in front of the car you got out of before all this insanity started.\n\nThe driver, seeming completely unperturbed, smiles and tips his hat. "Ah, Seven, good to see you again."\n\n"Driver," Seven replies in a clipped tone, as if he were greeting the man in passing in the hallway of an office building, sliding into the back seat even as he does. Twenty jumps into the back seat with him, so with that filled up (despite the vague temptation to get yourself sandwiched between the muscular slightly older hotty and the wirey slightly younger hotty) you scramble into the passenger's side front seat (which is on the WRONG DAMN SIDE DAMMIT) while the Driver smoothly slips back behind the wheel and starts the car.\n\nAs you're pulling away at speed, a white man with fantastic black hair, dressed effectively identically to Seven, bursts from the front doors and runs after the car, shooting at it repeatedly and spiderwebbing the back window as he shouts in sheer rage and with an American accent, "YOU STOLE IT, YOU BASTARD! YOU STOLE THAT LOOK FROM MEEEEE!"\n\n"Who was <i>that</i>?!" you pant, glancing behind you through the cracked windshield, now able to see that some of the upper floors of the building are engulfed in flames.\n\n"No one of consequence," Seven answers breezily as he puts a fresh clip in his gun. Then at your noise of fright and flailing of fingers towards the window, he and Twenty turn to look, just in time to see a pair of helmeted motorcycle riders appear by catching air over the barely perceptible hill behind you and land dramatically. "Oh, bloody hell, this again."\n\n"They always do this. They don't even have guns, what do they think they're going to do if they catch us, Seven?" Twenty asks in confusion as he checks the rounds in his own gun. \n\n"Dogs don't think before they chase cars, Twenty," Seven says dryly as he calmly rolls down his window and leans out somewhat, firing a few rounds behind him seemingly more out of a display of contempt than any real attempt to hit the men pointlessly pursuing you.\n\nYou grit your teeth and hold on as Driver sends the car whizzing through the streets at high speed, deftly taking sharp turns in the luckily suddenly deserted-seeming London roads. You're forced to grip at whatever you can to hang on, since you really doubt he'd slow down to let you put on your seatbelt if you asked. Despite the fruitlessness of their pursuit and the men in the back seat constantly taking potshots at them, the motorcyclists gradually catch up to you. Twenty finally takes more careful aim and fires into the gas tank of one which turns it into a rather impressive fireball (what sort of safety features do these things have?!) that flings the flailing driver through the back window of a parked car. The other actually manages to pull up beside you and slam his elbow into your window with enough force to shatter the glass, pelting you with blunted shards. You scream again, though rather shorter and sharper this time, and this time it comes with just one pull of the trigger. The rider's helmet jerks to the side and he yanks his motorcycle hard as he goes, laying it down and spinning around underneath a parked car, where his motorcycle explodes. And makes the parked car explode. Which makes several of the other parked cars along the road explode. Including one you're fairly sure was parked on the other side.\n\n"Just another day at the office, miss," Driver says breezily as he easily makes another ninety degree turn.\n\n"We should get Ninety-Nine back to the airport, Driver," Seven says calmly as he reaches forward and gently plucks the gun out of your slightly numb hands. "I doubt any of them got a good look at her, but all the same best if she's back on a plane to the States before she gets any deeper in."\n\n"Right you are, sir! Sorry, mum, looks like you'll be doing an immediate turnaround this trip," Driver adds with a gently apologetic glance your way. "Come back next time when Seven isn't making such a mess, I'll show you about a bit more."\n\n"Uh-huh," you answer dazedly.\n\nThe long flight home passes with you in such a fog of confusion and shock that you barely even notice the duration this time... you barely even remember being on the plane as you're driven back to the TrainInc. building. In fact really the next thing you know, you're sitting in Mrs. Lane's office, blinking in the middle of one of her sentences.\n\n"-ove and beyond, Ms. Teele, quite pleased for your first assignment. S-7 said there's a bit of room to grow but for an LOR's first time out in the field he deemed you 'far above average'. I've noted that you're to be given a significant hazard pay rate and a bonus for a job well done and assumption of initiative."\n\n"Oh," you say distantly. "That's nice. Thank you."\n\nMrs. Lane looks at you steadily for long moments, frowning just the barest amount. "Ms. Teele, are you quite alright?"\n\n"... Um... Mrs. Lane?" you say, voice still faint. "What exactly just happened?"\n\nThe other woman's eyebrows raise a bit, and from the way her eyes flick up and down she's apparently taking in a bit more than just your presence in her office this time. "Well. We train quite a lot of individuals, Ms. Teele. Some of them in fields that involve a considerable amount of danger. Everyone needs to learn how to do their job from somebody, and some fields more than others lack a supply of readily-available mentors who can take time out from what they're doing to train a protege. That is where we come in. Normally LORs are only expected to deliver necessary supplies and information to these specialists, but we do like one that's willing to get their hands dirty as necessary. Thus why you are getting a considerable bonus." She pauses, and adds, "As well as the rest of the week off to recuperate and settle into your new apartment."\n\n"Oh." You nod slowly, starting to assimilate that and line it up with your experiences. "Um. Well. In that case..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... I quit."|CelSpy]]\n\n[["... See you next week.|CelSpy]]

"I want $1000," you announce, waiting just a minute to let him think you've set the bar at something relatively low-key, before adding smugly, "A month."\n\nHe sputters at that. "A month?!"\n\n"Indefinitely. For sure at least until I get a job of my own that pays really well. Of course, you never know how the economy might be at that point!" you chirp, grinning and spreading your hands in an exaggerated shrug. \n\nHe narrows his eyes at you, then mutters, "And is that all?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yup!|GGParent9x3]]\n\n[[Nope!|GGParent]]

So, wait, you'd <i>actually</i> get to travel the world and get paid to do it? You pause, and hope you're not tanking yourself when you ask, "Would I need to get back on a plane right away from Europe?"\n\nMrs. Lane smiles just a bit again. "It is the nature of the job. However, assuming that the on-site trainer does not ask for any further assistance from you once you arrive, as is their prerogative, the company does have a policy of allowing a certain 'cooldown' period for flights over six hours." She lifts a pair of papers and slides them towards the opposite side of the table. "As you'll see in the document on your left, which is the trip briefing, your turnaround time for this particular trip is requested to be within forty hours of landing. It also specifies the other details such as the cap for your spending on the company account and which hotels are available to you without counting towards that account spending. The documents on your right are your employment contract, I've marked all the places where you'll need to sign and date."\n\nAlmost two days in a European country? It's not exactly a grand vacation but hell, you'll take it, this job is sounding better and better! With that in mind you stand and move forward, leaning over to sign the documents. In fact you're so cheerful that you barely even notice the extremely hefty clauses completely releasing the company of liability in the event of your serious injury, death, or capture and torture by a foreign power. That's probably fairly standard, right? Besides you'll have great health insurance now, that fixes everything!\n\n"Alright, the front desk will have the rest of your itinerary and your package waiting for you. Please pick it up and head for the airport, you'll likely have just enough time to get through security and make it to the gate before boarding. One of the company cars with a driver will take you, to make sure of that."\n\nWow, you don't even have to drive yourself? That's nice! After getting some assurances that your own car won't be towed (Mrs. Lane asks you to leave the keys so that she can have it moved to your new assigned parking spot and have your things put in your new apartment), you head to the front desk and give them your name again, noting that you're the new LOR. The man working it briefly checks his computer before nodding, pulling a file out of a drawer and handing it to you, then wheeling a brown leather laptop bag with an extendable handle around the corner of the desk. Huh, is that it? Well, you guess that if someone in Europe needs a replacement laptop, it might actually be faster and cheaper to send someone carrying it via business class than it would be to express airmail it.\n\nThe car waiting outside is pretty nice, the driver making a bit of cheerful if slightly blandly impersonal chit-chat. (Is it just you or is he deliberately avoiding anything particularly personal?) But he does get you to the airport on time, dropping you off at the appropriate terminal. You looked through your itinerary on the drive, so you know what to say to the counter attendant to pick up your tickets and boarding pass. Security is about standard to what you've heard, including being rather brazenly felt up by a leering goblin of a TSA agent, but other than needing to take the laptop out of the bag (looks normal) and set it in a separate container, put your shoes in another container, assure the goblin repeatedly that you aren't carrying any liquids, and swear eternal fealty to the almighty glory of completely useless security theater organizations, that's about it. You head to the gate, still wiggling your shoes into position a bit, and not too long after board the plane.\n\nThe extremely long flight is definitely not a lot of fun. The seats aren't terribly comfortable, and since you left directly from the office it's not like you were able to bring any books or other entertainment with you. The only thing you have to read is your itinerary, and since it's only a couple of pages long and you already read it on the drive to the airport, it's not exactly a gripping distraction. Around hour five you're glad that the laptop is in an overhead bin that would cause more fuss than you're comfortable with to get up and go get, or you might do something dumb like try to use it when it's probably locked out and got confidential data on it. That'd be all you need, it taking a picture of your face with the built-in camera and tattling that you tried to access it like you were some sort of corporate spy instead of just bored to tears. Eventually you manage to get some sleep while listening to the crappy music selection on headphones you spent $50 of the company's money to rent.\n\nWhen you get off the plane in London you're achey, sore, and still a bit tired despite sleeping a fair bit, but at least you're conscious and fairly clear-headed. A man who looks an odd amount like the driver back in the US is standing at the gate holding a sign that says simply 'LOR'. When you walk towards him he glances at his phone, then smiles, speaking before you can. "If you'll come right this way, mum." Well he does have a British accent so that would seem to rule out it being the same guy. Maybe he has a British brother? You follow along with him out to the car that also looks like the exact same one as the one you took to the airport, albeit with the steering wheel on the objectively wrong side.\n\n"Which hotel are we going to?" you ask as he sets off on the objectively wrong side of the road.\n\n"No hotel, mum," he answers in his objectively wro-, wait, no, the accent's fine. "We need to go directly to your dropoff. After that I'll take you to whichever hotel you like."\n\nRight to work, huh? Well, this is literally a business trip, after all. Suppressing your disappointed sigh lest you look unprofessional, you settle in as he makes his way through the streets. Still, you'd assumed that whatever trainer would need the laptop in the morning at the earliest, it's fairly late at night here. When the driver pulls to a stop, he hands you a small sealed envelope that you open after a brief confused glance. It has a floor and office number on it... ah, must be an updated bit of your itinerary or some business emergency went down or whatever. You get out of the car and wheel the laptop bag along behind you as you head inside the office building, summoning an elevator and hitting the button for the appropriate floor. Once there, you glance around for the right office, then make your way over and knock on the door.\n\nAfter a moment a twenty-something blonde man in black slacks and a black turtleneck opens it. Another, older man with dark, close-cropped hair dressed the same way is further inside, behind the desk (which already has a computer on it). "You're from the company," the older guy says, half-question half-statement, as you walk past the dubious-looking younger man.\n\n'Black guys with British accents are so sexy,' you think a bit dreamily, before forcing yourself back to professional thoughts. "That's right, I'm-" Oh right, the itinerary said that you should stick to using your employee number when you introduce yourself to the field trainers. Luckily you memorized it since you read said itinerary twenty times on the flight. "I'm LOR-99."\n\n"Ninety-nine. I'm S-7," he answers with a bob of the head, sharp cheekbones and square chin a little bit stark but quite handsome in the moonlight. (Is sitting in the dark wearing identical business casual clothes the new 'execubro' trend or something? Does TrainInc. offer training in execubro trends?) "You have the laptop?"\n\n"Yes sir, right here," you answer cheerfully, collapsing the extendable handle and lifting it up by its strap instead to display it.\n\n"Good, leave it on the table."\n\n<hr>\n[["Anything else I can do?"|CelSpy1x2]]\n\n[["You got it!"|CelSpy2x1]]

Kevin said he has more power over the house, so clearly the thing to do is to get the hell out of it! It seems so obvious as unlikely to work, but with few other choices you make a break for the kitchen and through it to the door to the backyard, the various little buildings and items looking aged, wood splintered, metal rusted, and cloth frayed. But you're surprised when the back door comes open at your pull, and you quickly hurry out. You can see now that the pool is filled with scummy black water, and the playhouse doors open to a dark interior due to the lack of sunlight. What surprises you more than anything is that the one section of the yard that looks fairly normal, even still retaining large sections of green grass, is the part that's fenced off as a kennel. In fact Kevin's pair of Golden Retrievers, Buddy and Pally, are there and look as normal and ever, barking in excitement at seeing you and hopping up to put their paws on the fence as they urge you to come play.\n\nThe yard gradually transitions into the woods where you and Kevin have often gone exploring, though now it looks bare, with black, leafless trees scratching at the sky and the shadows deep and dark... but actually, doesn't it seem like the trees might still have leaves a bit further in? Maybe Kevin's effect didn't stretch that far, if part of the woods still looks normal! On the other hand, it looks like the side gate is gaping open a bit, unlatched, leaving a path open to the rest of the world which is only as dark and foreboding as you've seen so far. Maybe you could outrun the effect that way?\n\n<hr>\n[[Hide in the playhouse.|QOKev]]\n\n[[Hide with Buddy and Pally.|QOKev]]\n\n[[Run into the woods.|QOKev]]\n\n[[Run out the gate.|QOKev]]

Minikin are pretty cute either way, you've gotta admit, though if you're gonna look at something cute it may as well be a cute boy. You select the male minikin, and the character model moves to take center screen, going through a motion of jumping in place with his feet swinging up and back and his fists in the air. How "genki".\n\nThe character model is has dark purple hair and black cat ears and a tail... ah, the rarer but still much lusted-after catboy. He's short and lean, very much the active-looking sort, wearing the fantasy game equivalent of a tanktop and shorts. \n\nAs expected, you're then asked to choose a class for him.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's path to glory!</center>\n\n[[Bard|GGWOW5x2]]\n\n[[Warrior|GGWOW7x1]]

Okay, okay, don't panic, you tell yourself as you try to control your breathing, though you can't seem to do much for your thrashing tail.\n\n"Ohhh? Not going to flee in terror?" the woman says smugly, resting her hands on her hips as she looks down at you. "Maybe you want to beg me to change you back? Well, too bad, I-"\n\n"What in the world is all the ruckus up here?" Hazel asks as she returns from the back forty of the shop, a large book tucked under her arm, relief flooding you at the sight of your mother. "Gabriella, what are you yelling abou-" She cuts herself off as she catches sight of the cat standing there staring up at her... and her eyes flick to your empty clothes on the floor. She must instantly put it together, because she suddenly wheels on the other woman and begins thwacking her about the head and shoulders with the book. "You! Idiot! You! Absolute! Knob!"\n\n"Ow! Ow, hey, stop, Hazel, what is it?!"\n\n"That's! My! Son! You! Turned my! Son! Into! A cat!"\n\n"Erk, oof, ow, I didn't know! I didn't know!" Gabriella yelps, trying in vain to shield herself with her arms as you watch, unable to help feeling rather smug. "He was standing there unattended!"\n\n"I'll leave! Your BODY! Unattended! By your HEAD! If you! Don't give me! The spell! You used!"\n\nSoon you and your mother are in her workshop at home, you sitting on a table and wiggling nervously as she flips through the book Gabriella gave her. She doesn't look terribly happy, which in turn is making you concerned. "Unfortunately that twit has made a rather powerful spell with this," she finally says with a sigh, looking at you sorrowfully. "I'm afraid, dear, that it's not quite so simple as just working a spell and undoing it completely."\n\n"Y-you're saying I'll be a cat forever?!" you yowl plaintively. At least once you calmed down some, Hazel was able to urge you into being able to talk again.\n\n"No, no dear, certainly we won't just leave you that way," she soothes, gesturing for you to calm down with both hands. Then, seemingly without thinking, she reaches out to start stroking a hand down your back... which does, you admit, feel pretty good. Which is probably why you start purring. "What I'm saying is that we're probably either going to have to accept some limitations of what we can do."\n\n"How do you mean...?"\n\n"Well, I can undo most of the spell, but not the whole thing," she says slowly. "So I'm fairly certain that I could get you all the way... well, at least, almost all the way... back to human right away. ... But in that case you'd probably stay female like you are now."\n\n"What?! I'd be a girl?!"\n\n"Yes, but it's not as if that would be the end of the world darling! And if you really didn't like it I'm sure with some more work we could get you the rest of the way back, in maybe just a year or so," Hazel adds, smiling sheepishly. "The other option is... well, you wouldn't be able to go back to taking human form for some time, but we could get you back to maleness immediately. That would be, I could make you my familiar."\n\n"What... what would that mean?"\n\n"Mostly that you'd accompany me to certain things and help with certain rituals. But familiars gain special powers, and we could hasten your progress with certain rituals and bonding ceremonies. You could be taking completely human form again in less than six months. During the initial familiar ritual, the witch can make certain changes to the animal she's bonding with, so I could make you male again right away. Right now those are really the only two options I'm seeing."\n\n<hr>\n[[Become human again right away.|RunFF6x4]]\n\n[[Become male again right away.|RunFF]]

You'll just pick it up, look at the underside to see if it's equally elaborate and gaudy, and that's all, you decide. Trying not to smudge it too badly, you pick it up with your fingertips and lift it off the shelf, trying to bring it closer to your face.\n\n"Ah-HA!"\n\nYou jump and whirl, just almost dropping the expensive bauble but managing to hold onto it. A woman around Hazel's age, albeit not quite so luxurious of figure, and wearing a long black dress, is scowling at you, her carefully braided and wound hair pulled back to give her a rather severe widow's peak, drawing attention to her flashing purple eyes, and by extension her smug smirk.\n\n"I finally caught one of you little bastards! And attempting to lift the bait, are you?"\n\n"Bait? Er, wait, I mean-"\n\n"I've been waiting months for this!" Before you can explain, she raises both hands and then thrusts them towards you, calling out a strange word that sends a shiver across your skin just to hear. Except the sensation doesn't go away, you can feel goosebumps raise all over... and then it growing to a strange, itchy-ticklish sensation. You look down and yelp at the sight of the fine hair on your arms turning darker and thicker, spreading into a layer of thin fur, and the rest of your body seems to be doing the same to judge by the feeling of it rubbing against your clothes.\n\nYou drop the bauble as your hands twitch, your fingers starting to shorten as they change shape and draw in. Your whole body seems to be shrinking, your pants and underwear dropping to the floor as you both get smaller and the shape of your hips alters. Thus you're able to stare in horror as your cock rapidly shrinks, growing smaller and smaller, drawing in towards your now black-furred crotch until it finally disappears entirely into the flesh at the top of the slit now opening up between your legs. At the same time that's happening, you can feel a pressure from your lower back and the shift in your balance as something flicks behind you, as well as the strange sensation of your ears changing shape and sliding up towards the top of your head.\n\nYou look up at the woman, trying to beg her to stop, but all that comes out is a mrooowwwl noise as your face pushes outward and your tongue flattens. Then suddenly, everything goes dark and you're trapped! Oh no! ... You're caught in your own shirt! You reflexively thrash and twitch around, until you manage to throw yourself out of it, whereupon you stare up at the much enlarged world, your body entirely changed. You've been turned into a cat! ... A girl cat, at that!\n\n<hr>\n[[Panic and run!|RunFF]]\n\n[[Try to calm down.|RunFF6x3]]

You just can't quite resist the desire to get a closer look at all the shiny glittery neat stuff. It's not like you're some eight-year-old that's gonna drop it or throw it around or knock a bunch of other stuff off the shelf, you can control yourself! (Nevermind that, strictly speaking, controlling yourself would mean not touching anything at all.) \n\nYou lean in close to one of the shelves, eyeing several really interesting looking trinkets. One looks like [[an amulet of some sort|RunFF]] to judge from the chain attached to it, a disk made of pale, milky stone with splotches of darker color and a slim curve of shadow along one edge... hm, maybe it's supposed to represent the moon? Another is a pink... you think they're called 'points' or something, anyway it looks like it's made of [[rose quartz|RunFF]] and for some reason you feel kind of drawn to it. Another is a... well it's the [[skull|RunFF]] of a demon or dragon or something cast in black metal, and it's covered with all sorts of evil-looking runes and signs... it's one of the most edgelordy things you've ever seen, but you admit in your heart that's sort of what makes you interested in it. And lastly there's a piece that it's just... [[gaudy and expensive-looking as hell|RunFF6x2]]. It's got a really big crystal in the center, it's covered with all this delicate goldwork and other little crystals of bunches of other colors set in the gold, it's gotta be a few hundred at least even if it's sitting out there on the shelf, you kind of want to touch it just because it's obviously the, ah, crown jewel of this immediate collection.

You decide to go see this Digitizer thing. (Though the signs and whatnot seem to think you're spelling it wrong if you don't include the exclamation point.) You follow the crowd through the doorway and down a hall.\n\nPark employees in the typical black and red Worldland uniform with labcoats worn over it seem to be separating everyone up into groups, apparently not wanting a constant stream of people through the attraction. Must be one of those with demos and participation and stuff, that's kind of neat. You also notice them turning back anyone younger than you. Maybe too intense or something?\n\nOne of the employees hands you a clipboard with a long form on it and a pin chained to the top. "Sign this, please!" he says cheerfully.\n\n"Huh?" You blink at him as you reflexively take the form and stare at it more than read it.\n\n"Just a standard form for this sort of attraction, nothing to worry about." He seems easygoing about it, not like he's trying too hard. So it's probably something that keeps you from suing the park if you get eyestrain from a light show or something like that.\n\n<hr>\n[[No way, man! You don't sign anything without your lawyer present! Head back to the lobby.|MovieMagicStart]]\n\n[[Yeah, whatever, who cares, let's just get to the fun.|Digitizer1x1]]

Whatever this side effect is, you can deal with it. You do your best to keep your breathing calm and steady, and focus on what the teacher's writing on the board rather than on him, and keep yourself from looking around at any of the boys. The aching need to get fucked doesn't really go away, but you're sort of able to push it down into a dull thrum that you can at least keep from dominating your thoughts.\n\nWhen the bell rings, you gather your books and stuff them in your bag, getting up and resisting the urge to glance and see if you've left any dampness on the seat for fear of drawing anyone else's attention to it if you have. You try your best to keep your stride normal and even, even though your body wants to rub your thighs together or... or something, these sensations are so difficult to process.\n\nAs you're walking along the hallway, your cat ears give a twitch as you pick out a pair of male voices... you're not sure why at first, until you realize that they're talking about you. You must have somehow instinctively cottoned on to them since you were the subject.\n\n"-flashing her knickers all over the place, just look."\n\n"Haha, she definitely wants us to see, why wouldn't she 'cause that ass of hers is just perfect!"\n\n"Right, like she doesn't realize her tail's lifting it? I think she's wet too, couldn't quite see the crotch but looks like there's a bit of damp you can see from the back, right?"\n\nYour face goes almost as red as your skirt. Oh... oh God, your tail. You've been lifting up the back of the skirt and flashing your butt at everyone when you walk by, every time it lifts or flicks around. ... Especially since it seems to want to stay lifted right now. Dammit! This makes you want to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-leave.|RunFF]]\n\n[[-show them more than your panties.|RunFF]]\n\n[[-curse the cruel High School gods.|RunFF6x8]]

"Thanks, I appreciate it, honest," you answer. "But I've gotta do this eventually, right? May as well get this weirdness over with."\n\n"Alright, but if it gets to be too much just remember that you can call me or Mum," she answers as she pulls up in front of the school.\n\nYou nod, then take a deep breath to steady yourself before opening the door and stepping out. Despite Hazel's assurances, you can't help but expect a bunch of people to start pointing and laughing or something like that at the sight of a strange girl with cat ears and a tail. Instead a couple of people you know actually call "Hey, Erica!" as you begin making your way towards the entrance. It does seem like some people are looking at you a bit harder... ... then you realize it's the boys. Ah, right. Their stares make you feel a bit odd, squirming your shoulders and lashing your tail around a bit as you walk, but you do your best to ignore it.\n\nSimilarly, nobody bats an eye as you arrive in your first class of the day... though you are now the only girl in it, since before it had just happened to be an all boys class. You can see boys glancing over, and it's like you can feel their gaze pressing against your skin right through your clothes, for the brief periods it lasts. Rather than being creepy though... for some reason you're finding it arousing. Your breath almost catches in your chest when you notice one of them sneaking a glimpse at your chest, and it's like his dark brown eyes are brushing a gentle touch over your nipples. And there's this smell... this heady, strong <i>boy</i> smell, all musky and sweaty and sort of lewd but that seems to be getting stronger the longer that class goes on. You can feel yourself getting more and more aroused, your nipples stiff under your new bra, a damp feeling between your legs to add to the pressure and heat down low in your belly.\n\n'What's happening?' you think, struggling not to pant as you glance back and forth without turning your head. All the boys and the teacher seem to be behaving normally, and yet your eyes are drawn to their laps, where you see more than a few bulges. Looking at them has you imagining what their cocks must look like, slowly engorging and getting thicker and longer, trapped in their cloth prisons, pressing against the tight confines of underwear, beads of pre soaking into the cloth. You catch yourself licking your lips and give your head a quick shake. 'Is this another side effect?'\n\nYou suppose it must be, because even with spring in the air, you were never quite this girl-crazy as a boy. Your mind is filled with the thought of cocks, fat ones, long slender ones, glimpses you've seen in locker rooms, images from porn, heavy balls filled with cum, you can't get the imagery out of your mind, or stop thinking about one of the boys or the teacher suddenly grabbing your head and shoving his cock in your mouth or bending you over the desk and pounding your needy dripping cunt or all of them descending on you at once and gangbanging you mercilessly stuffing multiple cocks in your holes at the same time and-\n\n"Miss Amazing?"\n\n"Y-yes!" you squeak, jerking a bit more upright in your chair, your eyes having glazed over some and forcing you to struggle to focus.\n\n"The problem on the board, please?"\n\n"Right... right, sorry, ah... X is 4 and Y is 2."\n\n"Very good. Moving on."\n\nYou let out a short rush of breath. That was like... well, maybe not a bucket of icewater, but a small cup of water fountain water. You can at least think a bit again. But what are you going to do about this?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just power through it.|RunFF6x7]]\n\n[[Stay after class.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Pass around a note inviting the boys to play hooky.|RunFF]]

This weapon stands out, being that it's next in line after the series of incredibly crude-looking axes. An elegantly beautiful recurve longbow made out of some pale, polished wood, it definitely looks too pretty to be a functional weapon. Especially since the bowstring looks like it's made out of braided silver strands! There's no way that could ever be real, you mentally scoff, reaching out to touch the string, suspecting it to be plastic. Instead it gives you a stinging little zap and you yank your fingers back in surprise, only to fall over backwards as you go limp and everything goes dark.\n\nYou open your eyes and find yourself staring at a leafy green canopy, sunlight making the summer leaves almost glow. You sit up and put slender fingers to your head, then run your hands back over long, silken hair. ... Wait, that's not right, is it? You stare at your perfect, flawless, delicate hands, then down at your slender body clad in elegant but functional green silk. You notice a still pond nearby and quickly scramble over to it, somehow managing to do so with instinctive grace and poise. Looking down into it, you see an androgynously beautiful face staring back, framed by long silvery hair drifting around backswept, pointed ears, frightened blue eyes looking back at you.\n\nYou can't be an... elf? Can you? Things like that are impossible! But you pat yourself down, finding that it all feels real, even the pinch you give yourself. Your body is slender and, well... pretty. You have to admit you could probably pass for a girl without even trying. There's a simple pack on a shoulder sling nearby, as well as the bow from the museum and a quiver of arrows. You've been transported into another dimension, maybe? It's sort of hard to argue with the fact.\n\nWhile you ponder this, you hear a sudden scream and look up. A human woman in torn clothing is fleeing through the trees on a path separate from yours, apparently not having actually seen you. She's calling for help, no doubt due to the fact that at least three large, green-skinned men are chasing after her, bellowing and calling lasciviously. Those must be orcs! Real orcs!\n\n"Help! Help me, please!" the woman calls desperately.\n\n<hr>\n[[To arms! Someone needs my help!|MaleElf]]\n\n[[You're on your own, bitch!|MaleElf]]

You sigh heavily as you come to a decision. "I guess I can stay a girl for awhile, if it means getting my opposable thumbs back right away."\n\n"Hm, yes, I suppose you don't really realize how important something is until it's gone," Hazel muses aloud, lifting a hand and looking at one of her own thumbs as she gives it a wiggle. "But alright dear, give me about half an hour and I should have the spell ready."\n\nShe spends some time mixing up several potions and dipping a piece of chalk into each, before drawing an elaborate design on the floor. At her urging you hop into the middle of the circle, and Hazel raises her hands and begins chanting quietly but steadily, closing her eyes as she continues. Finally, with an emphasized word in some language that doesn't sound familiar to you, she thrusts her hands towards you. Everything around you is suddenly obscured by a heavy waft of black smoke, and you find yourself coughing, reflexively raising a hand to cover your mouth. ... Hand! You have hands!\n\nAs the smoke clears away you look down at yourself. You're human again! ... Well, still a girl though. Your body looks rather different... you're still fairly slender, but with a bit of curve to your hips and long, sleekly girlish legs, and pert breasts that look like they just barely border on a B-cup. You can't help but bring your hands up to cup them, and wow that's weird but they are sensitive and feel good and just that touch sort of makes you squirm a little and get a twitchy sensation atop your head and above your butt.\n\n... Wait, what?\n\n"Oh dear," Hazel sighs. "I was afraid of this. Probably best you come have a look in the mirror, dear," she urges, thankfully ignoring you feeling yourself up in front of her.\n\nBlinking, you walk over to the mirror, and wind up staring. It's not just that there's a really cute girl staring back at you out of the mirror... you do kind of still see a bit of your own facial features in there, though you're now prettier. It's that your hair is a soft, sleek midnight black and looks much softer, drifting down just past your shoulders. It's also that your eyes are a bright amber yellow. And it's also that you have a pair of cat ears atop your head poking out of that soft black hair, and a dark feline tail flicking back and forth behind you.\n\n"You were supposed to turn me back into a human, not a hentai character!" you blurt out, raising your hands up to touch the ears, which twitch in response.\n\n"I'm going to pretend I don't know what that is, since you're upset right now," Hazel answers evenly, folding her arms under her chest. "And, well, the simple fact of the matter is that side effects were to be expected. It happens when you layer spells on top of spells. Gabriella had already built several spells together to create the one she used on you, and rather than undoing it I had to layer a new spell on top of that one... two, in fact, one to change a cat into a human, and one to make it so that no one would find it strange you're now a girl."\n\n"Eh?" You glance over her. "You didn't mention that one."\n\n"I know you've made friends at school, dear, I didn't want you to have to change schools and assume a new identity," she answers gently, resting a hand atop your head and rubbing a bit. You find a low thrumming starting deep in your chest and passing up your throat, and quickly try to control it. Hazel gets a sparkle in her eye that shows she noticed it, but at least tries to stay serious as she continues. "Hopefully with time and study I'll be able to undo the whole thing and get you back to the way you were, but for now this is as good as it gets, I'm afraid."\n\n"So... everyone will think I was always a girl?" You ask slowly. "They'll even think it's normal that I'm a catgirl?"\n\n"Everyone but the family, dear, Rupert and Elaine are largely immune to such effects through years of exposure. For now, why don't you go have a lie down and rest, it's been a stressful day. But mm, I'll get you one of my emergency sweatshirts from the closet, so you don't have to walk through the house naked."\n\nYou practically swim in one of your mother's sweatshirts, but that just means it comes down a good 2/3 to your knees and serves as a makeshift dress. You hang your head a bit as you walk through the halls, ears drooped and tail hanging low, flicking back and forth just at the tip. You're almost to your room when Elaine's door opens up and she steps out, pausing as she spots you. The normally fairly flat-faced girl's lips curl up in something almost like a smirk as she steps forward, putting her hands on her hips.\n\n"So, my little brother has become my little sister. I guess maybe Santa finally glanced at my wishlist from when I was eight and decided to make a correction, huh?"\n\nThe annoying thing is that considering how you got adopted into this family you can't 100% write off that possibility. You heave another sigh. "C'mon, Elaine..."\n\n"Oh man, they twitch when you pout, that is so cute!" she says with a laugh, clearly amused by your ears' antics.\n\n<hr>\n[[Bite her.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Taunt her.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Ignore her.|RunFF6x5]]

Something clicks in your brain, and you point at the pathway with a number of stars in it. "That one, there."\n\n"You sound certain," Bane notes with a curious look.\n\n"That's the constellation Pegasus. A winged horse. It's definitely one of the markings a group that worshipped horses would use."\n\n"Now that I look at it, you're right," Amana says after a moment. "It's said centaurs are often great astronomers, that must be true, good work, Cyan."\n\nYou're not sure if it's that or if some bit of a school class or a movie just clicked, but you accept the praise either way, all of you setting off down the next pathway. Soon it opens out into a much larger cavern with several more constellations engraved on the ceiling and studded with gems to make the 'stars' glitter. One of them shines brightly the moment the party enters the room, and a blast of lightning flies from its stars and strikes the ground. In a bright flash, a figure appears... specifically, a centaur! Unlike you this one is wearing full armor and barding, gleaming silver plate armor covering his chest and arms, and along the back of his horse half and down its flanks and legs. But one thing you notice that isn't entirely armored is the heavy pair of balls and obviously thickly-stuffed sheath between his hind legs... damn, he's at <i>least</i> as big as the Clydesdale! You can feel your equine pussy moistening with desire even as he unsheaths a greatsword from his back and gestures to the party.\n\n"Trespassers! Heathens! You defile this sacred place with your very presence! Your fates are forfeit to the god of this place!"\n\n"Doesn't sound like he's open to negotiation," Bane murmurs, unsheathing his thin little sword while the others ready their own weapons.\n\n<hr>\n[[Er, right! For victory!|GGCentaur5x5]]\n\n[[Throw the fight! For horsecock!|GGCentaur]]

You're not 100% sure what snaps you out of your funk, but you realize that you're heading for the boys' locker room. Jerking in place a little, you do a quick about-pace and head towards the opposite side of the hall. You actually pause a little as you see two chatting girls go in ahead of you. ... Is this really okay? Well. You're a girl now. And you definitely can't go in the other locker room in your current state. You swallow, then step through the door and head inside.\n\nDown the short hall and around the corner you go, and there it is... the girls' locker room. And a bunch of girls your age in the process of stripping down or, in a few cases, pulling on their gym clothes, about half of them chattering and the others just focusing on getting changed. You can't help but stop in place and enjoy the view for just a few moments... the dreamed-of sight of all the girls in your class partially dressed, shamelessly displaying their panties, or in the case of some of the girls who get changed completely, actually baring their tits and pussies and asses to the slightly moist air. It's not having the same impact on you as even the fully-clothed boys did, but you think it's safe to say that you still like girls.\n\nLuckily you're only struck for about a second before you hurry over to one of the empty lockers, digging the gym outfit your mother packed for you out of your bag. Off comes the blouse and skirt, though you're a bit nervous and take a quick glance around when you notice that the crotch of your panties are soaked almost transparent. You do your best to be subtle about dabbing with a towel, then pull on the small red athletic shorts and white long-sleeved t-shirt that is the girls' gym uniform, exchanging your thigh-highs and saddle shoes for ankle socks and sneakers before heading back out, feeling a little lightheaded.\n\nGym class normally isn't terribly fun, but today it's torture, because the more the boys work out the more you can smell them and the more you can smell them the more turned-on you get. You try to focus on your own exercises, but it's like that smell is seeping through your brain and then trickling down into the rest of your body, tugging at your hips and shifting your back as you move, making your tail thrash as you stretch or do pushups or run. By the time the teacher blows the whistle, you can barely keep yourself from running to the locker room, stripping down quickly and making a beeline for the showers, turning it on as cold as it will go. You can barely suppress a shriek as the icy water hits you, but then you slump forward under the water, feeling it soak your hair and drip down your limp ears and dangling tail.\n\nSeveral other girls come in to shower, and you can't help but glance over when you catch the movement, each time remembering that oh right, you're in the girl's locker room. Luckily the cold water is enough to distract from that too, though by the time you step away to dry off you're shivering a bit. Bless whatever prudish teacher decided students needed icy showers in the locker rooms because you certainly did.\n\nYou make it through the rest of your classes largely okay after that, the cold shower apparently having managed to jar you out of that... heat, or whatever. Well, partially, anyway. You can still feel your mind wanting to drift to lewd thoughts about pretty much every boy you pass in the halls or that's sitting around you in class or is teaching a class or... well, anyway, it's still distracting but you have it under control, at least. Though as you're standing up at the ring of the last bell, a girl you don't recognize, with short brown hair and slim rectangular glasses, enters the room and makes her way directly to you.\n\n"You are required in the student council room."\n\n"Huh? Er... okay." Nodding in confusion and trying not to let your frustration show on your face, you finish gathering up your things and follow after her. You just want to go home and put this day behind you, and maybe talk to Hazel about what can be done to eliminate this particular side effect. The girl leads you to the administration section of the building, and you can't help but comment, "I didn't know we had a student council here."\n\n"You are new, and only a part-timer," she answers without looking at you, though she does push her glasses up, briefly making them flash. "The student council is actually quite an important function at this school." She steps over to a door and opens it, gesturing you in ahead of her. You pause, wondering exactly what all this is, but since you can't really see much way around it, you step inside.\n\nThe room is set up with three long, slender tables arranged in a U shape, with the points facing the door. The only person sitting at the table right now is a girl who looks like she's probably a senior, or whatever they call it here, a pale beauty with long platinum hair, part of it done in a braid that hangs over one shoulder along with loose locks, and icy blue eyes that fix on you with enough contempt that you jerk to a halt in place. You almost jump as the door is closed firmly behind you, glancing at the brown-haired girl as she moves around the table to stand behind the blonde.\n\n"Erica Amazing," the blonde says coolly, her voice not carrying any of the accents you're used to hearing around the school. You can't really place it and it's fairly light anyway... maybe one of those weird little countries where the language sounds like speaking French while gargling a potato? "My name is Freia Thorn, and I am the student council's public morals officer."\n\n'Is this an anime? Am I in an anime?' you think, resisting the urge to glance around looking for the graceful lesbian student council president or the token ara-ara girl. 'Or is this just what dissociation feels like?'\n\n"And the <i>reason</i> I have called you here," Freia snaps, making you twitch a bit and stare at her. "Is that I have been hearing nothing but reports of your sluttish behavior all day!"\n\n"W-wha?!" you stammer, eyes widening.\n\n"Reports of you flashing your panties at the student body, of staring at other girls in the locker room, shaking your hips like a whore during exercises, rubbing yourself in the locker room, lingering in the shower to ogle your classmates, staring lewdly at boys' crotches, among other things," she explains coldly as she rises from her chair and rounds the table to stand in front of you, the glasses-girl following dutifully at her heels. She puts her hands on her hips and leans towards you, scowling deeply. "You shameless creature."\n\n"Th-that's not true!" you protest, actually on the verge of tears, feeling them hot and stinging in your eyes as your voice shakes. You've been trying so hard to control these strange urges all day, and hoping against hope not to humiliate yourself, and now here you are, not only being informed you did show that you weren't thinking normally, but being blamed for it like it was deliberate. "The panties thing, I, it was an accident, I just forgot, and I wasn't staring, honest, or, or doing any of that other stuff, it's all a misunderstanding, it-"\n\n"Silence!" Freia snaps, making you twitch and lower your head. You can just barely see her scowl shift slightly into a sneer. "Catgirls are infamous sluts. I don't know how you even got accepted here, other than your family apparently being well-connected. Well I may not be able to have you expelled, but I can promise you that if you don't show some contrition and learn to behave like a <i>proper person</i>, I will exercise all my not inconsiderable power to make your time here a misery. Am I understood?" she demands, pointing a finger at your face.\n\n<hr>\n[["... Yes."|RunFF]]\n\n[["... Yes, Mistress."|RunFF]]\n\n[[... Chomp.|RunFF6x10]]

This is exactly the sort of experience that makes people remember high school as Hell, you think gloomily as you make an effort and force your tail to lower, your ears losing some perk in the process. You were already the American kid with the weird last name, why do you have to add being a catgirl in heat to all of it? And what's worse, next class is gym! You huff a little as your feet carry you largely on autopilot towards your destination.\n\n<hr>\n[[Gym sure does suck.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Disengage autopilot! DISENGAGE AUTOPILOT!|RunFF6x9]]

"Let's go take a look at the kitchen. It seemed kind of cool in the movie, I want to see if it really looks like that."\n\nTurns out, it does and it doesn't. There's a large dining room adjacent to the kitchen with a long table and numerous once-elegant chairs, now scattered, weathered, and some faded and chipped from too much sun through the windows. The kitchen itself is a little more cramped than it looked onscreen... probably shooting at angles from the dining room to make it seem bigger. Either that, or there's just a sense of... wrongness... as you walk along the tiles around the island, looking at all the pantries, the rusting cookware, the near-relic refrigerator (which, oddly enough, still seems to be humming away quietly).\n\nYou almost jump out of your skin at a sudden loud, metallic clanking. Whirling, you spot Leslie with a hand reached up, trying to still the dangling pots and pans she disturbed where they're hanging over the island. "Sorry," she says sheepishly. You glare at her briefly, before you both burst into giggles. Then she makes a little noise of interest, crossing to one of the counters. "Hey, look. It's the bell."\n\n"The bell that they used to summon their horrible cannibal cook?" you reply with a grin, walking over as well. You look at the dark metal hand bell. "Huh, does look like it. Probably the prop... they either left it here or that Shandor guy tracked down the exact same kind to put in here."\n\n"Dare you to ring it," Leslie suggests impishly.\n\n"... And those are the doors down to the root cellar!" you call, attempting to distract your friend from her dare. "Where all the demon <i>rats</i> were!" you add with relish, using your fingers to make fangs and squeaking wickedly at Leslie. She yelps and smacks at you, mostly without any intent. Still, the payback for the recent scares feels good, you noticed she was pretty afraid of the "demon rats" when the movie was on.\n\n"Ooo, a root cellar," she says in a mocking tone, trying to play it off. Then she glances at the fridge. "Hey, y'think that thing's stocked?"\n\n"Oh, c'mon, you can't be hungry, you ate the most pizza out of any of us," you snort. Leslie may be the smallest and slightest built of the group, but she's a bottomless hole where food is concerned.\n\n"Hey, if there's food in there, I figure we paid for it, may as well eat it. Well, what do you think?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Ring the bell.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go into the root cellar.|GGHH5x2]]\n\n[[Raid the fridge.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

"Let's check out the root cellar," you declare.\n\n"Why?" Leslie asks, with just the hint of a whine.\n\n"To say we did," you answer, grinning wickedly. 'And to pay you back for scaring and daring me.' "What, you're not chicken, are you?"\n\nShe puffs out her cheeks a bit, then turns and marches over to the door and throws it open. She quails just a bit when she sees a yawning black square in front of her, but then brings her camp lantern forward, illuminating wooden plank walls and wooden plank steps. "Not exactly stylish," she mutters, slowly bringing the lantern a bit further forward. "And not so much as a bare bulb to light the way."\n\n"We've got light, go on," you urge. Sighing, Leslie precedes you down the stops, both of you holding the camp lanterns forward to try and get as much light as possible. After a minute, you start to regret your choice. The stairway is narrow, the board steps creak like they're about to snap in half practically every time one of you steps on one, and darkness soon closes in behind you as well as ahead. "Geez, how deep down is this root cellar?"\n\n"Dunno," Leslie replies distractedly, apparently having focused all her attention ahead so as not to panic and flee. Feeling a pang of sympathy and guilt, you remind yourself to do something nice for her later to make up for teasing her into coming down here.\n\nYour shoulder bumps against one of the walls, and you hear a loud creak there as well... a little too loud for there to be earth on the other side. You blink and stop for a moment, pressing on the board with your hand... yup, there's enough give that there's definitely open space behind it. A passage or something. "Hey Leslie?" you call, looking down at her, only to see her light growing smaller. Either she didn't hear you, or she's upset with you and thus ignoring you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hurry to catch up.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Investigate the passage.|GGHH5x3]]\n

"Wait, I... so what do I do, is there a cursor or...?" you ask the empty air, wiggling your finger around, seeing nothing appear. "I don't have a controller, so how do I select stuff? Is there a controller I have to pick up? Do I just... press stuff? Do I need to double-tap my selections, or do I say it? What do I do, where's the help file?!"\n\nIn the midst of your fretting, a window pops up in front of you. 'Complete refusal to reason detected. Initiating tutorial, AKA Baby Mode.'\n\n"Hey!" you cry in an insulted tone, then blink as the guard in red suddenly turns into something that looks a lot like a decorative Christmas nutcracker, and the dog into a stuffed animal. Then you yelp as your tights abruptly disappear, leaving your legs bare. You shift in place, feeling something bulky wrapped around your hips and crotch, and hearing a plastic-like crinkling noise. Your cheeks and ears heat as you realize that the smarmy popup wasn't kidding about 'Baby Mode'... it's turned your tights into a diaper.\n\nAnother popup appears, this time with the text much larger and rainbow-colored... and for just that added extra insult, it's in Comic Sans. 'Okay! This is a fight! These happen in games! Don't worry, you're definitely going to win! Okay, friend! First up we're going to cast a "Spell"! That's a magic trick that does owies on bad guys! You've got a couple of "Spells", but since you don't know how to use them, we'll tell you exactly which ones to use and how! Okay! Point at the bad soldier man and say "Shocky"!'\n\nYou grind your teeth in humiliated anger, but no amount of jabbing at the dialog box or the menu (which is now greyed out entirely except for where it said 'Bolt 1', which now reads 'Shocky' in Comic Sans, with 'Shocky-Wocky' greyed out next to it). Finally in a bit of defeat, you raise your hand to point at the nutcracker soldier and mutter "Shocky."\n\nA bright yellow jag of comically zig-zag shaped electricity soars from your palm over to strike the nutcracker with a loud "ZAP!" that is apparently spoken aloud by some voice actor, the nutcracker soldier exploding into brightly-colored confetti as he's struck. The plush dog then waddles its way over with a motion as if an invisible hand were making it 'walk', and headbutts you harmlessly in the stomach with a squeak-hammer noise. Your HP bar (which now no longer has numbers) drops a sliver, and another popup appears.\n\n'Oh no! You got an owie! You better make yourself all better! Say "I need a band-aid pwease!" to make the owie go away!'\n\n"What?! No! I'm not saying that!" you blurt. "It's like two points of damage, I don't need to use a healing spell!" you add, continuing to jab at the greyed-out parts of the menu. "Let me just play the game, I just had a brainfart, I could have figured it out! Hey!" But none of your ranting or raving helps anything. In fact you can't even tap the only non-greyed-out word on the menu ("I need a band-aid pwease", right next to "Mommy, kiss it better!")... every time you do, the 'Say' on the floating dialog box flashes. You grind your teeth, but finally huff out "... I need a band-aid, please..." Nothing happens, and another word of the dialog box flashes. Trembling with fury, you barely manage to calm yourself enough to growl "I. Need. A. Band-aid. <i>Pwease</i>."\n\nA pink band-aid with Peanuts characters on it appears on your stomach where the plush dog headbutted you, and your HP bar refills entirely. The dialog box reappears, now reading 'Okay! Good work! You healed your owie! Now let's take down the last bad guy! Don't wanna waste your magic tricks, so whack him on the head by shouting "Whacky-smacky"!'\n\n"I've got plenty of-!" You start, then grit your teeth. No, it's obvious at this point that you're not going to be allowed to do anything on your own until you've satisfied the tutorial's requirements. Sighing, you announce "Whacky-smacky," and find yourself being yanked through the air. Your staff seems to have turned into a pool noodle at some point, and makes the same exaggerated squeak hammer noise as it thumps atop the stuffed dog's head, which explodes with confetti. Text announcing 'You win! YAY!' pops up, before another box appears. 'Okay! Follow your friends!' A huge, glowing arrow appears in front of you, leading across the platform and down the stairs. Trying for at least some bit of autonomy, you try to walk across another section of the platform to see if there's anything to find... and discover that your body literally won't move unless it's to follow the arrow exactly. Hanging your head, you walk along the clearly-outlined path, since you're unable to do anything else.\n\nYou find that the environment looks plastic and somewhat thick and rounded... sort of like an upsized playset for slightly-older-than-toddlers. And of course with every step you have to feel the shift and hear the crinkle of the diaper you're wearing, only heightening your sense of shame and annoyance. When you come into view of the rest of the party, you stop and stare... they've all turned into plush people. They're still the same size they were before, but they're proportioned more like the 'Chibi' versions from the game and are very clearly made of cloth and plastic.\n\n"Oh hi new friend! We are telling everyone our names! Here's your gosh-darn fun name!" the plush Barret announces, before you see 'Erica' on your menu change to a bright pink 'Baby'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Flip out.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Hold it together.|FF7F]]

Your name is Britney, you're twenty-five, and you're a trust fund baby. Though you at least take pride in the fact that you've never been an utterly stereotypical one. You went to college and did something other than party (though you did do a <i>lot</i> of that). You keep a low profile and keep yourself out of trouble, which isn't always easy when you're a tall blonde with a great rack (and a strong libido). You go to the gym to train, not to drink smoothies and ogle guys' butts (okay, you do that too).\n\nBut you've grown bored with doing nothing all day, and have no real interest in entering your father's antiquities business. You've begun to crave action, adventure, and maybe more cash than your regular trust fund payments can provide. Luckily, your older sister Jenna is about to set off on an archaeological expedition, one that could make you both very rich. Well, aside from the money you've already inherited. She's offered to let you come along as her assistant and bodyguard... well, she is shorter and less toned than you, but you're pretty sure that last bit is just her teasing. Still, you've got some time before the expedition is scheduled to leave, so you've got to decide what you want to do in the time remaining.\n\n[[Hookup time!|WBrit1x1]]: There's this totally hot Indian guy you've been seeing off and on. If you leave before hooking up with him you're unlikely to ever see him again. It's probably now or never for a night of passion with someone from the place that literally wrote the book on sex.\n\n[[Gun training|GBrit1x1]]: It won't exactly be a comprehensive course, but you're a fast learner... you should be able to at least learn how to disassemble and reassemble a rifle before you leave, and being able to handle guns would mean being a bodyguard wasn't such a joke.\n\n[[VR course|VRBrit1x1]]: Jenna claims to have designed an immersive VR experience designed to teach you all you need to know to be helpful academically on the expedition. Seems like a tall order, but then your sister is pretty much a supergenius.\n\n[[Jenna's lab|LBrit1x1]]: Jenna's also suggested you simply spend the time at her private lab. She'd probably try to wrangle you into playing guinea pig again (your hair was blue for <i>two years</i> because of her when you were a kid).

Hm. "Demonic" certainly sounds fun, isn't that kind of Raven's thing too? Plus getting to play the bad guy (girl? that hyphen in villainess is a little confusing) for awhile could be fun, you've gotta imagine they have a lot fewer restrictions than the good guys. Though you're a little worried about the costume, it's basically a pand of cloth and two long flaps held together by a black chain. ... Oh well, when in Rome. You place your hand against the glasslike surface of the costume container, and feel like you're slipping forward towards the costume.\n\nYou suddenly find yourself standing on a small island, in front of a large building shaped like a T. Yeah these guys were really devoted to their aesthetic, huh? You also look down and find yourself pretty much as generously proportioned as before, still with huge tits, albeit now a dark, dark grey color with a deep red band wrapped around them that doesn't come close to covering the top and bottom curves, and a pair of past-the-knee flaps covering your ass and crotch, though the one in front falls against an extremely obvious and very long and thick outline. ... Aha. Villain-ess. You run gloved hands over your head, feeling long, straight hair, and tug a bit around to find that it's a blue-black color.\n\nWhile you're in the midst of taking in your new proportions, a semitransparent screen with a slightly overdone 'Satanic' red font pops up. 'You are Rook, daughter of Trigon and elder sister to Raven. Unlike your younger sister, you have dutifully sided with your evil father and now do his bidding. Though the time of Trigon's rising has been thwarted, he now bids you take revenge and destroy the Teen Titans! But most especially your sister, who must be defeated, destroyed, corrupted, or in some other way made to pay for her lack of filial loyalty! Go forth, Rook, and corrupt to the extreme!'\n\nUh... huh. Though the weird thing is, as you read it, it seems less and less silly. You find yourself actually getting a little angry over this ridiculous premise. How <i>dare</i> Raven turn on Father?! Doesn't she know the power she's forsaken?! Well, you'll show her soon enough, her and her friends. You slowly smile, licking your dark purple lips with a flick of the tongue. Now, let's see, how best to make them pay...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn the rest of the team against Raven.|Rook]]\n\n[[Magical curses and corruption.|Rook1x1]]\n\n[[Build a team of other villains.|Rook]]\n\n[[Attack the city.|Rook]]

"Star, Mother has said she'll be home early today."\n\n"Thank you, Young Mistress," you answer, bowing slightly to the pewter-haired teenager in front of you, the tags on your collar jingling. She reaches out and pats you on the head with the sort of absentminded affection you'd give a family dog you've had so long you take for granted, then turns and heads upstairs to do her homework. You watch your daughter ascend the stairs for a moment, looking crisp and professional in her Junior IIAM uniform, before turning to make your way to the front entry of your home to greet your owner.\n\nYou dutifully move to take your position in the entry hall and wait, hands clasped in front of you. You're wearing nothing but the tiniest black bikini, barely enough to cover your sex and the puffy nipples of your milk-heavy breasts, but then Eve finds it uncouth to have you completely naked besides your collar, even if you are technically an animal. It's been many years since anyone called you anything but the more petlike name of 'Star', as if you'd just been named for the silver star mark on your back like a dog's spot. A tattoo of Eve's personal emblem marks your currently rather flat belly, though multiple pregnancies have taken their toll in leaving you rounder of hip and slightly more full of ass and curved of stomach.\n\nAbout a half hour later, the door slides smoothly open, your owner stepping inside. Eve's left breast now bears the markings of an admiral, a businesslike and yet peaceful expression on her pretty face as she walks over and gives you the same mildly affectionate pat your daughter with her did. "Good girl, Star."\n\n"Thank you, Mistress."\n\n"And how were the children today?"\n\n"All were lovely of course. The eldest is upstairs doing her homework, the middle children are out at a school social event, and the youngest is down for a brief nap."\n\n"Good, good. Mm, come to think of it, Maria is getting old enough that she will require less supervision," Eve muses as she reaches out to cup your crotch, grinding her palm against it. "I think it's time to put another one in you, pet."\n\nYou moan happily as the slick, plastic-like material of the bikini rubs against your folds. "Yes, Mistress. Should I bend over right now?"\n\n"Mm, I think I'll wait until tonight, knock you up after dinner. Maybe while my show is on." She draws her hand away, then uses it to deliver a smack to your ass, making you yip happily. "I want Tarak Stew for dinner tonight, go get started on it."\n\n"Yes, Mistress," you answer dreamily, padding barefoot into the kitchen.\n\n<b>Cyan the Bounter Hunter</b> end - <i>Eve's Breeding Bitch</i>

It was really nice of Bellweather to invite you in the first place, you don't want to keep him waiting or disappoint him. And most importantly, you want that dinner! Ignoring Jakson's earlier cautions, you take off at a light run down the north path.\n\nAt first you really don't think there's going to be much of a problem. The path is pretty clear, there's the moon and still some light in the sky, and you're making good time. Unfortunately the further along you go the more the trees grow in overhead. The path is still hard-packed and mostly obvious as long as you're looking for it, but grass has started growing in here and there which means you need to keep looking for it. Soon the rather leafless branches of the dark trees have grown together densely enough that it's a fairly solid canopy, letting in just enough moonlight for you to make out the trail by. (Luckily you seem to have pretty decent night vision.) So, yeah, it's a tad scary, but hey, so far you haven't been jumped by bandits or anything and you think you're probably almost halfway there, so there's that!\n\nOf course about that time you hear the crack of sticks and brush, and stop to whirl around at the sound of an eerie snarl. Something is looming out of the deep shadows at the roadside... what, you can't even begin to guess, since it's almost like the darkness from the forest is coming with it as it starts to come into the barely-there light of the path. It's very big, that you can tell, and you think it's fairly shaggy, but other than its size and its fur all you can make out is a set of large, round, solid glowing red eyes. It gives another eerie yowl, raising those long arms menacingly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stand and fight!|GGMonk1ax1]]\n\n[[Hahahano.|GGMonk1x7]]

Which slave do you want to put through reclamation?\n\n<<if $mbtifa is true>>[[Misogybot Tifa Lockhart|Capture-MBTifa-Reclamation]]<br><<endif>><<if $sluttifa is true>><br>[[Slut Tifa Lockhart|Capture-RRTifa-Reclamation]]<<endif>>\n\nIf you've decided not to reclamate a slave, or you don't have any, you can always [[leave|Capture-HabLL]] or [[go out and get a new slave|Capture-MissionRoom]].

You can't, you just can't take this much on faith, it's too much! Feeling panic fill you, you whip around and start trying to scramble back towards the shore, yanking your legs up and kicking out as if you could force the slime away from you. You can feel the stuff starting to thicken around you, grasping at your hands and body more tightly, the surface rippling and splashing more furiously around you.\n\n"Jamie! Jamie, stop, you're getting them agitated! Jamie!"\n\nYou're too panicked to really pay attention to the shouts, smacking your hands at the surface of the slime as if you could drive it away from you. Instead it slings pseudopods up and wraps around your wrists, dragging them down and below the surface. More green tendrils fling themselves up, wrapping around your head, one stuffing itself and down your throat, muffling your cries of fear. It shoves deeper and deeper aggressively as you're gradually drawn downward into the stuff, the pace of the slimes fucking your ass and dick increasing almost angrily as your face slides below the surface. You're being pulled under! It's going to absorb you or something!\n\nYou're dragged down almost to the bottom, the slime thumping against your whole body, squeezing you, pressing in, feeling like it's starting to push into your ears and nose. This is it, you're going to be gooed to death. Then you feel a hand wrapping around your wrist and yanking hard, hauling you upward through the thickened slime towards the surface. You break free of the slime and are hurled through the air, thudding to the ground and rolling. Coughing out some of the goo, you roll back up onto your knees, looking back.\n\nMallory still has his arms extended from where he tossed you out, being in the slime up to his chest himself. But the outline of his body beneath the surface is fuzzing and disappearing. Even as you watch, green spreads up his chest, his arms dropping to the surface and sort of spreading out into it, all of him slowly sinking further downwards. He gives you a sad smile, and manages to mouth 'goodbye' before his mouth turns to green goo and he dissipates into the pond. You stare for long moments, not wanting to believe what you just saw... then give a wail of loss, collapsing on the ground and starting to sob. Mallory's gone... because you didn't trust him.\n\n"Well well well then. Wossis?"\n\nYou're crying too hard to really care about who's behind you, even as a meaty hand grabs you by the back of the neck and lifts you up, leaving you dangling like a scruffed cat.\n\n"Bonafide human, thissis! My lucky day! 'Ey, bring the cart 'round!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|QOInc3xEnd]]

"Look, there's nothing bad about being normal, okay?" you say, shifting around onto your knees to look up at her. "I mean... sure, if you were just a normal girl, I think things might be kind of easier. I mean... we could be... together," you murmur, blushing and fidgeting. "And do all the normal things people do."\n\n"... You really want that?" she whispers, looking away across the fields again.\n\n"I mean... yeah, I guess so," you answer, rubbing the back of your head.\n\n"... Okay." She turns and makes her way over to you, settling down with her knees almost touching yours. She closes her eyes, settling her hands on her thighs. "I guess it's the way it has to be."\n\n"Mary, what are you-" Your own eyes widen as you watch her pointed ears slowly round out, the point disappearing, the little bonelike armor covering the upper arc of it separating, turning into multiple silver piercings around the arc of her ear. More than that something... dulls around her, like the light gets a little less bright. You jolt a little as after a moment she opens her eyes, and they're a somewhat duller shade of blue. "Mary, what did you <i>do</i>?!"\n\n"I gave it all up." She smiles sadly, tilting her head a little. "My powers. My nature. My connection to you. I'm just a human now. Eheh... I guess a human without any money, or parents, or now any abilities that let her stay somewhere for free, huh?" The smile widens some, even as tears start slipping down her cheeks. "But if Ma-... if you want a normal girl, Jamie, that's who I want to be."\n\n"Mary... I didn't mean for you to... I..." You swallow hard, then lean forward and wrap your arms around her.\n\n"I'll go to school, and get a job, and go to work every day, and get up and do that for most of my life, until I'm too old, and then I guess that's when I get to be with you all the time, huh?" Though she's still smiling, Mary's voice cracks as she presses her face to your shoulder, her body starting to shake. "I'll be a normal girl, but I'll be your normal girl!"\n\n"Yeah," you whisper, rubbing her back gently. "Yeah, you will be."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|QOSuc4xEnd]]

The sight of the three of them standing there in front of you, waiting dutifully for any more orders, is too much. Taking out your phone and sending out a mass text to cancel, you order the girls, "Alright, you three, up to my room and strip down," smiling as they turn and start heading up the stairs without another word. You write a note and pin it to the front door just in case anyone misses (or ignores) the text... you'll have some ticked-off friends, but you can deal with that, especially considering the bounty waiting for you upstairs.\n\nYou go ahead and strip off your own clothes before heading up, your moderately impressive cock stiff and swaying ahead of you as you make your way up. Waiting in your bedroom are your wife and daughters, standing in front of the bed with their clothes in a pile nearby. Michelle's you're well familiar with (though admittedly not as familiar as you'd like, though obviously that's going to change), with those full, heavy tits and round hips, and the thatch of shaped but thick dark fur at the front of her crotch. Of course it's been some time since you've seen Mikaela or Janie naked, and you take a few moments to shamelessly examine your daughters' bodies. Mikaela's certainly on her way to being as much of a drop-dead knockout as her mother, breasts only a bit smaller but standing even higher and firmer, hips and legs a bit more slender and belly tighter, but still with a full, round rear that she probably struggles to get into her pants every morning, considering how snug she likes to wear them; her own pubic hair has been shaped into a thin, closely-cropped line, the sort you've heard referred to as a "landing strip"... though today the only male who will be landing his cock there is you, obviously. In contrast Janie is still slender and trim, and looks likely to remain so, shorter than her mother and sister even taking into account her age, her breasts barely a B-cup (they'd be more accurately described as A-cups with ambition), freckles dotting her shoulders and collarbone, her own crotch still smooth and sleek.\n\nYou lightly stroke your cock as you look at all of them, not a single flicker of worry or question in their eyes, just readiness to obey their husband, father, lord and master. So many options...\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus on one of them.|DavidColdFam1x5]]\n\n[[Indulge with all three.|DavidColdFam]]\n\n[[Have them put on a show.|DavidColdFam]]

The darkness is quiet today, though you're fairly certain Rei is home. You didn't hear her go to work, after all, though you did hear the shower earlier and the sounds of breakfast being made. You can't help but wonder if she's padding around the apartment in lingerie... or naked, perhaps. Your cock gives a slight throb against the unyielding surface it's pressed to and you groan a little through the ever-present ofudas covering your face and body. Thoughts like that really aren't helpful, but it's not like you've got a lot else to think about in here.\n\nYour ofuda-wrapped ear gives the tiniest twitch as you hear a knock at the door... not the door of your prison, no, but at the apartment door. A moment later you can hear the door swing open, and Rei's voice. "Oh, hey Minako, what's up?"\n\n"Hey Rei! Turns out I actually had the day off. I don't have any dates scheduled today, sooooo I thought I'd come over and see if you'd mind me using your favorite toy!"\n\nYou begin to tremble in your wrappings. The sweet suffering of your existence is clearly about to renew itself.\n\n"Ha! I ought to start charging you guys to use it! But fine, come on in. I'll probably join you, to be honest I was kind of thinking of using it myself," Rei's muffled voice answers along with the sound of the door opening. "Go ahead and strip down, I'll get it out."\n\nA moment later, light floods your prison as the doors of it swing open. Your eternally stiff prick, which had been resting against the wood, immediately drops free and wags briefly in the air in front of you as your eyes rapidly adjust to the sight of Rei, in lacy red bra and panties, standing before you with her hands on the doors of your sarcophagus-shaped closet. Behind her you can see her blonde friend wiggling her way out of a pair of jeans to reveal an orange thong before shrugging out of her blouse, bare tits shaking. "Ready and eager as always!" Rei chirps, reaching out to stroke her hands in a light rope-climbing motion along your inky black shaft, making you moan muffledly and roll your eyes.\n\n"How long's it been? A year and... a half now, right?" Minako asks equally cheerfully as she pads over, bare breasts bouncing. "And he hasn't gotten to cum once the entire time? Poor baby, these must be sooooo achey," she adds teasingly, leaning in to nuzzle one of your swollen, overfull balls, making you shudder again.\n\n"Sympathy for the youma," Rei says good-naturedly, smacking her friend's mostly-bare ass before reaching up to undo one of the straps that's holding you upright. With the ease of long practice, the stronger-than-they-look girls catch you as you topple forward, and turn you to lay you out on the floor on your back, prick jutting straight up into the air once again.\n\n"Mmmm, youma or not, it really is the best cock," Minako murmurs as she straddles your bound legs and leans forward, pressing her full tits around your shaft and dragging her tongue up the underside of the head. "It's actually kind of a shame, I bet it would feel soooo good to have it pumping me full of cum," she continues as she toys with your prick, grinding her damp pussy against you through layers of satin and paper.\n\n"Probably feel really good to him too," Rei giggles as she sheds her own bra, then her panties, before leaning down to twirl a fingertip around the head of your cock. She toys with the hole in the center, even pressing her finger into it just a bit, drawing it back out with a small spurt of pre. "Too bad~."\n\n"You're positively evil sometimes." Despite that statement, Minako just giggles more as she pulls her panties to the side and moves forward, rubbing her hot, dripping snatch against the underside of your shaft a few times, making your eyes roll some with need. "Actually, weren't you going to find a way to seal him up again? Or maybe at least separate him from his host, that poor homeless kid you found?"\n\n"Oh. Yeah. Uh, I'm working on that," Rei answers halfheartedly, the rivulets of arousal running down her inner thighs as clear an indicator of the lie as her tone.\n\nWhether she cares or not, Minako proceeds to start sliding herself down on your prick, moaning loudly and eagerly like the slut you know her to be from a hundred overheard conversations. And yet as much of a cock-addicted whore as she is, you're powerless to do any more than let her use you as a dildo as she begins bouncing up and down on you, pussy squeezing tight around your girth. Then your view is filled with the ass of the woman who you once meant to be your first victim and is now your owner as she settles her pussy onto the bulge of your muscle. The ofudas are apparently so tightly sealed down that the paper is little more than a smooth, sleek contiguous sheath all over your body, with no harsh corners for her to worry about... at least you assume so, since it's hardly the first time she or one of the other Senshi has used your muzzle as a surface to get off on, usually while another is making use of your cock.\n\nWith your constant state of arousal and having been edged over and over across the last eighteen months, you're worked up to the edge of cumming within Minako's first few strokes... but of course all you can do is lay there, your prick throbbing inside her and smearing nothing but clear pre over her inner walls. Though your view is made up of little more than Rei's truly magnificent ass and her alluring pink pucker, you know that above, she and Minako are likely kissing and fondling one another, their wet, muffled moans as much evidence of that as anything else. Which means they're gearing up for an entire day of playing with each other, and with you. With their above-human stamina, you might be looking at as much as twenty hours of constant stimulation of your unable-to-cum prick and balls. And that's assuming no more Senshi stop by to join in the play.\n\nIt's a unique sort of Hell you've found yourself in, you who modeled yourself after the gatekeeper of the underworld. You, who once imagined dominating the entire world with your powers, your muscles, and your cock, and would now give anything, do any amount of begging and pleading, to be allowed to cum just once.\n\nTruly, magical girls are frightening.\n\n<b>Anubilis</b> end - <i>A very powerful sex toy</i>

Hm. Wouldn't do to spread yourself too thin, after all. While three girls at once is quite a dream, the practicality of it is something different. Heck, normally it would probably, at best, be giving three of them a decent time instead of one of them a good time. But prior to drugging them you took a few not-entirely-legal chemical supplements of your own. You could give all three of them a good time... or completely and utterly blow the mind of one of them, and you like that thought.\n\nNow, which one...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Michelle.|DavidColdFam]]\n\n[[Mikaela.|DavidColdFam]]\n\n[[Janie.|DavidColdFam]]

Picking up your pace slightly, you use your influence to ramp up the Senshi's pleasure even more. Her squeals of pleasure and delight become even more brainless, spit running down her chin and flicking from the tip of her lolled-out tongue, eyes still rolled up as she cums repeatedly and harder than ever before. With your influence inside her you can feel the short circuits happening in her brain from the intensity of her orgasm, making new connections between her love of this current sensation, burning out anything that might stand in the way of it like morals, shame, and loyalty to her friends. Feeling her become your pleasure-addicted slave, you let out a sweet moan from your lack of mouth and shove forward, pumping her womb full of thick black ooze, making her moo eagerly at even further orgasms.\n\nEventually you pull out, moving to settle into a chair as you lower the Senshi to the floor. Your liquid rubber cum dribbles out of her stretched pussy as she settles onto all fours, panting happily, then begins crawling forward, her swaying tits and udder barely clearing the floor, teats actually rubbing against it. She settles herself in front of you and starts worshipping your massive molded rubber prick with her tongue, using long licks and swirls to collect the bits of her own arousal and your rubbercum, swallowing both down with the same eagerness.\n\n"Mm, good girl." You rest a hand between her nubby horns and rub gently. "Let's see, you were Sailor Mars... Rei Hino, I think it was? But from now on your name will just be... Cow," you declare.\n\n"Moo, thank you Mistress," Cow coos back in reply, running her hands up and down your shaft adoringly. "Cow will do anything to serve Mistress, moo."\n\n"Oh? Even though you're a stupid, worthless piece of livestock?" you answer in an amused tone. "Even though I'm going to rape your friends and change them just like I did to you?"\n\n"Mmmmoooooo," Cow replies, rubbing her cheek against your cock. "This stupid Cow will do whatever Mistress says, please milk Cow's dumb udders and fuck Cow's useless holes some more, Mistress!"\n\n"Good girl," you repeat, guiding her head up and pushing it down over your cock, swelling it up as you do, her jaw stretching obscenely to fit it. It's fine, she's absorbed some of your stretchiness obviously... especially to judge how she seems to be cumming from having an arm-sized prick stuffed down her throat.\n\nYou absentmindedly begin working her head up and down, using Cow's face like a sex sleeve as you consider. You do need to turn your attention to the other Senshi now. You sincerely doubt they could put Cow to rights without one of those full resurrection things they do (cheap, plz nerf), But there are still some things to watch out for. Moon is always unpredictable with her power over the others, and you wouldn't entirely count out Venus to have some ability to invoke the love for her friends Cow still probably has underneath her desire to be used as your sex toy and milk factory. So the safest bet for your next conquest is probably either Jupiter or Mercury.\n\nJupiter is the strongest, so if you could overcome her you could theoretically use that to your advantage... Cow's now too stupid and yokai-corrupted to access any of her Senshi abilities, but Jupiter's physically powerful as it is, and could probably tap into her even greater Senshi strength even after some corruption. \n\nOn the other hand, Mercury is the smart one. Even if her brains took a hit from your corruption, she'd probably be able to help you plot and plan a lot better than Cow, who wasn't exactly a mental giant even before you fucked her stupid. \n\n<hr>\n[[Go after Jupiter.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Go after Mercury.|HLSenshi]]

You swallow hard, unable to deny the thrill running through your veins, your pounding heart, or your cock going stiff in your pants. You continue to stare as your brother is sucked off by a very, very pretty boy in girl's clothing. And soon it's not just that anymore.\n\nAki stands up and peels off the T-shirt, revealing what is indeed a very slender and very flat chest. Next to go are the panties, dropped to the ground and stepped out of at the same time she toes out of her sneakers. Now in nothing but cute socks and a skirt, Aki crawls onto the bed and turns to face away from Will, letting him aim his cock, the Asian boy moaning as he shifts and then slides himself down on it. He leans back to brace his hands on the bed, letting the skirt fall to pile against his flat belly, that stiff prick... quite possibly just as long as Will's, but more slender, smoother, more, well, you could almost call it "girly"... jutting out in the air. As he braces his sock-clad feet on the bed and starts to ride your brother's prick, you can see that slender dick bouncing eagerly, and faintly hear the sound of their balls slapping together, Aki moaning and gasping girlishly as he tosses his head, hair swaying across Will's chest.\n\n"Mmm, yeah, you like that big fat cock in your girly little ass, don't you, bitch?" Will half-coos, half-growls, his hands running up and down Aki's back and sides before grabbing his waist and hauling him down even harder, urging him to ride faster.\n\n"Yes, fuck, I fucking love your cock, yes," Aki gasps out, voice still all girl even as little strings of pre are sent flitting through the air by the bouncing of his prick.\n\nThat's too much for you, and you finally have to carefully shift around in the closet enough to undo your jeans and free your own hardon. You start stroking yourself as you keep your eyes glued to the scene in front of you, Aki tossing his head and moaning in that sweet, feminine voice, as well as letting out a loud gasp as Will grabs a fistful of that long black hair and yanks on it, making his legs quiver and cock spurt long streamers of white through the air to splatter on the floor. But even though Aki's apparently just cum, he seems to have no intention of stopping, continuing to bounce on Will's prick even as cum continues to dribble down his own still-stiff one.\n\nA few minutes later, Will lifts Aki off of him and spins him around, thumping the feminine boy face-down onto the bed and then moving behind him. You still have a fairly decent view as your brother hauls on the other man's hips to make him raise his ass into the air, jizz-dripping dick dangling down between those slender, girly thighs, framed by the fall of the pink skirt. Will raises up some, then slides back into that already well-fucked ass... this time you have a clear view of his heavy, masculine sack slapping against Aki's smooth, pretty one as the crossdresser moans whorishly. You shudder, biting down on your lower lip as the combination of the view and those moans pushes you over, and you start cumming, feeling your load dribbling down over your fingers (and probably smearing on your jeans). You're left breathing hard and staring, still lightly stroking yourself, as Will fucks Aki for several long minutes until pulling out and jerking himself to completion all over that pert, feminine ass, dribbles of his cum sliding down and over Aki's slightly gaping pucker and sleek balls.\n\nWhat they do after that you're not sure, as you find yourself sinking into sleep, overwhelmed by the earlier stress and then the illicit experience in front of you. When you wake up, it's even deeper into the night, and it's silent and dark in the apartment, the window curtains pulled, just barely allowing you to make out the mound of a sleeping body (or two?) under the covers in the bed. Fumbling to put yourself away, you carefully stand and then slide the door open more carefully than you've ever done in your life, slipping out of the room. From what you've seen on TV you'd expect the apartment to be trashed, but it's actually... pretty much like it was earlier, albeit dark, and with several trash bags piled in a corner. Looks like Will has pretty conscientious party guests... in fact, when you go back into your room, it looks like the sheets have been changed (thankfully). Barely having the will and awakeness to strip out of your jeans and sticky underwear, you change them for sleeping pants and flop into the bed, quickly falling back to sleep.\n\nWhen you wake again, the clock next to your bed says it's 8:45. You venture cautiously out of your room to find Will sitting at the kitchen table wearing his own sleeping pants, a bowl of cereal in front of him and reading what you assume is the news on his tablet. You're a little more surprised to see Aki, wearing what looks like a hockey shirt that's not quite long enough to completely cover her hips and ass, the back of his pink and purple thong pressed up between those pert cheeks. He's spreading peanut butter on a piece of toast and humming to himself cheerfully, neither of them apparently bothered by your presence. Will glances up, casually saying, "Hey, morning bro."\n\n"Ohayo~, Jamie~," Aki chirps, turning and leaning against the counter, similarly seeming unconcerned that the shirt isn't quite long enough to cover the obvious bulge in his panties. Instead he just beams at you and starts munching on the toast as you slowly walk over to sit down at the table.\n\n"Um. Hi," you answer lamely, bobbing your head in greeting.\n\nAki polishes off the toast surprisingly fast, licking his girlish fingers clean of any lingering crumbs and peanut butter before sashaying past the table, ruffling Will's hair in passing. "I'mma shower," he says cheerfully before disappearing into Will's room.\n\nYou sit there staring after him for a moment, barely parsing that Will's talking to you. "So you want some eggs or something? Cereal? Toast? ... Bro? Hey, Earth to Jamie, something up?"\n\n<hr>\n[["N-no!"|QOBro]]\n\n[["Uh..."|QOBro1x9]]

"So, uh, like... are you and Katrina broken up or... breaking up, or...?" you ask, feeling a bit lost.\n\n"Hm? No, of course not, why would you ask that?" Will replies, looking honestly confused.\n\n"... Are you gay...?"\n\n"No, I have no interest in men," he answers just as easily, brow furrowing a little. He really, honestly seems to not see where you're going with this.\n\n"Uh, well, I mean... Aki's... here this morning, and... uh... well... Isawyoutwolastnight," you blurt in a rush, squirming in place.\n\n"Oh. Oh, I get why you'd think that, then." Will sets aside his tablet and picks up his coffee cup, sipping at it as he apparently considers his reply. Then he shrugs. "To be honest, it's the perversity of it."\n\n"... Buh?" you ask, blinking in incomprehension.\n\n"I guess you could just say I'm a pervert," your brother muses aloud, his tone philosophical rather than ashamed. You're starting to wonder if there's a large gap between you in ways other than popularity, looks, and talent. "Cheating on your girlfriend is perverse. Cheating on your girlfriend with another man even moreso. The appeal of the perversity factor is enough to overcome my sexual preferences, you could say... though certainly it helps that Aki's probably the second girliest male I've ever seen, and likes to dress it and regularly take it up the ass."\n\n"... Oh," you acknowledge a little faintly.\n\n"So you saw us, hm?" Will continues, still sounding thoughtful as he eyes you. His lips slowly curl in a grin. "Turned you on, huh?" Apparently you going beet red is enough answer for him and he chuckles lightly, sipping from his cup again before setting it down. "I see. So what part turned you on, exactly...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Watching.|QOBro]]\n\n[[The thought of fucking a cute boy in girl's clothes.|QOBro1x10]]\n\n[[The thought of fucking as a cute boy in girl's clothes.|QOBro]]

You can practically feel your eyes start to glaze over, and you actually begin to take a step forward, before you suddenly yank yourself back and blurt out a loud "NO!" Turning, you finally bolt in terror like you wanted to before, pounding out of the room and down the stairs.\n\nBut as you descend, you notice it getting darker, the light from the windows fading as if thick clouds had rolled in over the sun. When you get to the ground floor, your blood runs cold as you realize that the bushes visible outside the windows no longer have leaves on them, just bare, dark branches stretched out like malformed claws. You race to the front door and yank on it, and practically fall over backwards as your hand comes away from the knob due to the door not moving in the slightest, not even in a way that would say it was locked. Instead it's as if it had become as immobile as any of the walls. Outside it you can see that the lawn is all dead grass, the tree in it similarly blackened and leafless, all of the houses looking dark and abandoned, the sky overhead dark grey... not even properly cloudy, just an even, flat, barren color.\n\nYou jump and whirl to put your back to the door as Kevin's voice rings out from upstairs, but it also seems to be both from right behind you and somewhere much further away at the same time. "You know, Errana warned me that you might not be the pushover I thought you were. She said there was something that seemed a bit special about you... news to me, but she did teach me a couple of spells just in case. Like this one to shift the two of us into slightly lower plane where I have more control over things like my house. There's nowhere to run and nowhere to go, Jamie... just submit, and I promise I won't be <i>too</i> mad that you resisted me."\n\n<hr>\n[[Run!|QOKev1x6]]\n\n[[Submit.|QOKev]]\n\n[[Give in to fear.|QOKev]]\n\n[[Pray for help.|QOKev]]

<b>Deviville</b>\nThe town where most of the characters make their home (at least to start with). A smallish town that is both exceedingly normal and has numerous oddities about it. Some of the adult characters commute to nearby Convenieton for work. It's in the same state as Springfield. \n\n<b>The Deviloka Tribe</b>\nA tribe of Native Americans that lived in the region where Deviville was eventually built. (The town takes its name from them.) A very odd group of people, they never made many enmities nor alliances with other tribes, and made it through the colonial period relatively unscathed, though they had already become fairly rare by then.\n\nDeviloka actually didn't seem very interested in preserving the history and culture of their tribe. In fact, around the beginning of the 20th century, many of them seemed to make a concerted effort to clam up, and most modern Devilokan descendants know very little about their tribal ancestors.\n\nPlayer characters who are part Deviloka: Samantha (1/4, on both parents' side), Thaddeus (1/16th)\n\n<b>Raptarrans</b>\nA race of extremely intelligent, extremely technologically advanced aliens that resemble large (featherless) velociraptors. Their society is post-scarcity and has developed to the point that they have not encountered an actual military threat or match in ten generations. Male Raptarrans especially don't have much in the way of a sexual orientation other than "can you make it stay still long enough to stick your dick in", so much of their society revolves around finding non-Raptarrans to do naughty things to.\n\n<b>Fast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse</b>\nFast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse is a chain of family restaurants that began appearing in the late seventies and early eighties. Their main mascot was a rather transparent ripoff of a certain other speedy mouse, and their other characters display a similar level of "homage" to cartoons of the time period. Fast Felipe's attempted to distinguish itself from other chains emerging at roughly the same time by serving Mexican food instead of pizza and by focusing on animatronics rather than suit actors. They briefly flourished through the eighties, until the owner of the chain overextended themselves in the early nineties by attempting to open a theme park, "Fast Freddie's Fabulous Funpark". The park was a massive failure, and the chain just barely saved itself from being closed altogether. It survives in a dilapidated form, half because of parents with nostalgia glasses who think their kids will love going to Fast Felipe's and half because of parents that are just too cheap to take their kids somewhere nicer.\n\n<b>White MESA</b>\n<i>M</i>echanical <i>E</i>xperimental <i>S</i>cience<i>A</i>gent\nThe MESA series of androids are pseudobiological entities that mimic actual humans in most respects... among other things they're capable of bleeding, healing over time, and even becoming pregnant. The materials they're made of do make them significantly more durable than a normal human, and they require a very small amount of food and rest. The biggest difference is that their brains are partially artificial, and almost all of them have had their eyes replaced by cybernetic optics of various levels of realism. The series is denoted by colors, and White just happens to have been the most successful and least frivolous of her production line... as well as the best at dealing with her intelligent, demanding, and borderline murderous "older sister".\n\n<b>Deviville High Freshman Cheer Squad</b>\nDeviville High's Freshman cheer squad are of course a group of girls who have joined the school's cheerleading elective. They go to the school's sporting events but are also heavily involved in competitive cheerleading as its own sport. [[Their descriptions can be found here.|CheersquadDescs]]

Yeah, this is just too much, you've gotta duck out. Setting down the can you were holding, you try not to be too obvious about making a beeline for the room your brother had designated as yours for your visit, hoping to close the door and possibly retreat into your headphones and the internet to take your mind off the mass of people lurking just outside.\n\nUnfortunately, once you arrive, you find it's not to be. Opening the door finds that 'your' room is already in use. Specifically, a man and a woman are sprawled on the bed, kissing noisily. Your eyes widen and your face goes red as you realize the extent of their making out... specifically, that her shirt is pushed up and one side of her bra pulled down, her bare breast being kneaded and toyed with, while his pants are open, the woman's hand stroking and squeezing at his stiff cock. Both seem thoroughly engrossed in what they're doing, and either don't notice or don't care that you've opened the door and are staring at them.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to shoo them out.|QOBro]]\n\n[[Hide in your brother's room instead.|QOBro1x6]]

Yeah, you're just... not... going to get involved, here. Quickly closing the door, you scuttle away over to your brother's room instead. Of course, it looks like <i>his</i> privacy gets respected, since no one's in here. (Of course that room you're using is probably usually vacant. ... Well, whatever.) Not wanting to be found out, you leave the lights off, since the light from the window is enough to see by decently anyway.\n\nThe room's pretty big and classy... you wonder if Katrina or Will was the one to decorate it? Probably did it together, all cool mature wealthy people style. 'Understated and functional, but classic and elegant'. Or whatnot. Mostly in dark colors, which you can't pick out all that well with the lights off. Well, whatever. Deciding to be as unobtrusive as possible, you settle into a chair in the corner and pull out your phone, pulling up one of your mobile games.\n\nYou're not entirely sure how long you've been playing when you hear the doorknob turning and the door opening. Your head snaps up, and a combination of your earlier stress from the party and fear of getting griped at over being in your brother's room without asking him hits you like a baseball bat. Practically panicking, you scramble into the nearby open walk-in closet and pull the door closed after yourself, turning on your phone and peering out through the slats.\n\nA pair of people does indeed seem to be coming in and making their way towards the bed... but rather than some strangers, one of them is your brother. Your eyes widen some as you realize the other is... definitely not his girlfriend. Actually, it looks more like-\n\n<hr>\n[[Sandy.|QOBro]]\n\n[[Lil.|QOBro]]\n\n[[Aki.|QOBro1x7]]\n\n[[Kira.|QOBro]]

It would be hard to mistake Aki for anyone else, with all that pink and purple. You watch with wide eyes as Will tugs her along with him as he crosses to the bed, your brother flopping to sit on the edge of it, and nonchalantly undoes his pants and pulls out his stiff cock. Without a word or hesitation, Aki immediately settles to her knees between your brother's legs, pausing only to brush her hair back over her shoulders before leaning forward. One slender, elegant hand wraps around his shaft and starts stroking as she slides her mouth over the head of it. You can't see too many details of what she's doing, other than the occasional tiny glimpse of her tongue poking past her lips, but it's pretty obvious that that she's doing a good job from his soft moans and the way he's stroking a hand over her hair. Holy crap... your brother, your practically married brother, is getting a blowjob from a girl that's definitely not his girlfriend, right in front of you!\n\nIt's still mostly shock that has you staring at the scene in front of you, as Aki leans back and unzips her hoodie to shrug out of it, revealing a black T-shirt with cute, colorful mascot animals on the front (you think, you can't see that too well and only get a glimpse), while Will shoves his pants down and off. Then Aki leans back in, and this time you can see her tongue and lips going to work on your brother's sack, her eyes rolled up towards his face as she tonguebathes his balls. She does that for several minutes before replacing her mouth with one hand, fondling his balls with her delicate fingers as she slides her mouth back over his cock, but this time begins bobbing her head, a few strands of raven hair slipping back over her shoulders and drifting around her face. Her other hand slides lower, and drawn by the motion your eyes follow it. What you see almost makes you squeak loudly enough to be overheard.\n\nThere's a distinct tent in the front of Aki's skirt. At a flick of those fingers, the skirt is moved back, showing purple-trimmed pink panties stretched over a long, stiff prick. Aki flips the panties down to free it, leaving them to hug up against her... his... balls as he starts stroking himself smoothly with one hand, the other still fondling your brother's balls while he gulps down his dick eagerly. You're pretty sure that from the angle he's at, your brother would be able to notice what Aki's doing... but he doesn't seem to care at all, if anything stroking Aki's raven hair more enthusiastically to urge him on.\n\nThis is...\n\n<hr>\n[[... disgusting!|QOBro4x1]]\n\n[[... actually kind of hot...|QOBro1x8]]

"It seems simple enough, we'll trade a marriage for a marriage," you explain in a reasonable tone.\n\n"How's that?" Mika asks with a bit of a frown.\n\n"You're always saying how it's annoying to put up with your husband's constant sexual urges," you reply, quirking your eyebrows. "How when he's home you sometimes hardly have time for anything else. Well, in return for us engaging the children, I'll become Hiroshi's second wife, and I'll take care of as much of the bedroom stuff as you want."\n\nMika snorts. "Polygamy isn't legal in America. In fact it hasn't even been legal in Japan for awhile. ... That is, if I were going to agree," she adds rather absently, as if only just having caught herself thinking it would be a good deal otherwise.\n\n"Well it doesn't have to be a legally binding ceremony," you point out. "Our arrangement with each other is our own business. We could consolidate housing, or even buy one bigger house... that would not only let Ken and Hinako start living together, strengthening their engagement, but let me help you with all of the household duties and be there for Hiroshi's urges."\n\n"..." Mika strokes her chin thoughtfully, watching as you sip at your tea. Finally she says, "Tradition would still dictate that, as the first wife and the eldest, I would be in charge. You would have to be my subordinate wife and do as I say."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|Marei]]\n\n[[Insist on equality.|Marei]]

You decide to take your brother up on the offer to spend a few days with him. Maybe this will be a good opportunity to finally connect with him.\n\nWhich sounds like a weird thing to say, but, well, you're a good handful of years apart in age, and... different. Like, really different. Will is outgoing, does great in class, plays sports casually but well, and is good-looking. He's basically you if you'd won every combined genetic and personality lottery from your parents' DNA. You were actually extremely lucky not to get anything too negative about it... your parents never praised him to your exclusion, you never had people trying to suck up to you to get to him or bullying you because they couldn't get to him, but heck, maybe that was because he was almost always one school ahead of you and no one would believe the two of you were related, even with the physical resemblance. But then, maybe that was it... there was nothing that someone like him, who excelled at everything, and someone like you, who's just average and wants to get by without any trouble, had in common. You might have lived in the same house for thirteen years but really you were living in two different worlds.\n\nWell, you don't want to grow up and have him turn into a stranger you see every other Christmas, that's the sort of stuff people cry about on their deathbeds. (You probably think about your deathbed a little too often. You need more cheerful hobbies or something.) Anyway, once you've accepted your offer, your brother shows up a few hours later in his rather nice car to drive you over to his place. Unfortunately it's off to a bit of a quiet start... he asks how school has been going, how your friends are, and you find yourself giving the same noncommital answers you give your parents. Oh well, maybe it'll be better once you've settled in, you think as you pull up to the old warehouse. \n\nWill lives in perhaps the most hippy-esque living arrangements imaginable... an old multi-story warehouse converted into apartments. Except these are really big, really nice apartments, meaning that Will even has a guest bedroom for you to stay in. The two of you step into the old elevator and he pulls the grate down before pressing the thankfully updated button. You glance aside at him nervously a few times... yup, there he is all tall, and toned, and handsome, with his perfect hair and great jaw. Like you but handsome. Heck, the two of you are even dressed mostly the same, except that his jeans and T-shirt somehow manage to make him look like the star of an action film who's about to be plunged into danger in the midst of morning coffee, or a romantic comedy lead about to have his meet-cute, or something. Man you hope this weekend picks up... so far all you're getting is a major case of the inadequates.\n\nEventually the slow, rumbling elevator shudders to a stop, and Will hauls the gate up again, the two of you stepping out. This is the first time you've really been in his apartment, so you take a long look around. Most of it's wide open, an effectively huge area that's had a couple of 'clusters' of furniture set up to make a couple of different areas to sit and talk or watch the wall-mounted TV. There's a long counter with stools separating the main area and the kitchen area, which is fairly small but looks like it has some upper-end restaurant level stuff installed. Even just the entry/living area is huge, but then, you figure that's probably just a preview of the rest of Will's life. He's already consulting for various financial firms as a freelancer even though he's still in college, which is half of what pays for this place. The other half being his roommate/girlfriend, Katrina.\n\nYou glance over at the wall, where a bunch of photos have been hung up of Will hanging out with his friends, but mostly his drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend. Tall with milky skin and platinum blonde hair and amazing blue eyes, Katrina's basically like some ancient Russian princess reincarnated. (She also has a really amazing chest but your brain rejects trying to acknowledge that because she's basically your brother's fiancee.) You're not sure what brought her to Deviville U specifically for her studies, but she immediately hit it off with Will and they've been dating since essentially the second day they knew each other. Your parents, at the very least, have stopped treating it as a question of if, but exactly how many hours after graduation, they'll get married. Oh well, takes the pressure of providing grandkids off of you, at least. You take a glance around the room, not seeing her, nor really any sign of a female inhabitant of this particular abode. \n\nWell, you do need to try and talk to your brother more, might as well get comfortable with asking simple questions.\n\n<hr>\n[["So is Katrina not here?"|QOBro1x2]]\n\n[["So when does Katrina get here?"|QOBro]]

"Nope, Katrina finished up her classes early and went home for the summer," Will replies, lifting your bag off your shoulder without asking, but since he does it so easily and naturally you can't really make a fuss as he carries it over and sets it inside the doorway of what's apparently your room. "Had some family things she needed to take care of, but she'll be back before the start of the next semester."\n\n"Oh." You nod, glancing around and tugging at the collar of your shirt. "Um, does that have anything to do with why it's so warm in here...?"\n\n"Ha! Yeah, I admit, Kat likes to keep it pretty frigid in here, guess I'm taking the opportunity to overcompensate a little. I've gotten to like it hot when I can get that," he answers, sauntering back over and ruffling your hair. "Don't worry, you'll survive."\n\nYou frown a little, considering that it feels like you're already starting to sweat a little, but you don't think it would get this visit off to a good start if one of the first things you did was start nagging him over the climate control... especially if that's something his <i>girlfriend</i> usually does. Feeling a little awkward again, you follow him over to the main grouping of furniture, the one aimed in the general direction of the TV, and settle down on the couch. Will diverts into the kitchen, raising his voice so you can hear him as he rummages in the fridge. "So I was thinking tonight we'd probably just order a pizza, watch some movies, maybe play a few rounds of a shooter or fighter. Sound good?"\n\nThat makes you relax considerably. All of that is easily within your wheelhouse, you were kind of starting to worry he might want to play basketball or watch the news or something. "Yeah, that'd be great," you call back sincerely.\n\n"Cool," your brother announces as he walks back over, proffering you a can. "Here y'go."\n\n"Thanks, I-" You take the can pretty much on reflex, assuming it to be a soda, then blink at the logo that's staring back at you. "... ah..."\n\n"Hey, relax little brother, that's pretty much one of the weakest beers on the market," he answers with a laugh, settling in at the other end of the couch and popping open his own can, which looks to be a different kind. At your leery look, he gives you a charming wink. "Relax, Mom's not gonna materialize and start crying or something, and I also promise not to let you go on a mad, single-beer-fueled bender that completely destroys your life."\n\n"I wasn't thinking that!" you blurt, blushing red. You might have been thinking that a little.\n\n"Just sip it slowly and don't try to gulp it, even you probably won't get more than a minor buzz."\n\nMaybe it's the 'even you' that gets your goat a little... you don't think he meant it that way, but it does arouse something of a stubborn readiness to rise to the challenge. Popping open the beer, you take a... very small gulp. It's... not that great, but it's not that bad either. You sip at it again after a moment. Maybe you make a face, because Will chuckles. "Maybe I should've picked up some Zimas instead, since they're making those again?"\n\nYou know just enough about Zima's reputation for that to make you flush again, and mutter, "This is fine," before pointedly taking another drink. \n\n"Aw, c'mon, don't get upset," he soothes, apparently sincerely as he reaches over to pat your shoulder a few times. "I'm just trying to figure out a good way to talk to you, seems like we never did back when I was at home." You do settle a little at that, nodding, since that was on your mind too. "So don't take my ribbing the wrong way or anything, I don't mean anything by it."\n\nYou nod again, continuing to sip at the beer. "Yeah, well... I hope we figure out how to hang out together right too," you finally declare.\n\nThat makes him grin again. "Alright! So hey, why don't you decide what we should do, eh?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Have that pizza and games. ... And maybe more beer.|QOBro1x3]]\n\n[[Watch a movie.|QOBro]]\n\n[[Something to get cool.|QOBro2x1]]

"I dunno, I liked the sound of getting a pizza and the movie and other stuff," you speak up. Then you flush a little as you add, "And maybe a little more beer."\n\n"Hey, sounds good." Will laughs at that, then glances at his watch. "Hm. Still a little early. Tell you what, why don't you go kill about an hour getting squared away in your room while I check up on some reports and the market, then we'll order?"\n\nSeems reasonable, so you get up and head in to take a look in your room. You're surprised by how big the bed is, and that there's even a desk with a decent chair in here... maybe one or both of them use it as an office sometimes? There's not a ton of room for much besides those two things and a dresser, but there's enough for it not to feel cramped. You get your laptop set up and log into the wifi connection, and spend a little while checking your email, bopping around your usual sites, and maybe just carefully poking about a tiny bit to make sure Will doesn't have certain sites blocked. (He doesn't, not that you really expected him to, but then he does have a really hot girlfriend and who knows how she feels about... ... certain sites.) \n\nA little over an hour later you wander back out, Will glancing over his shoulder at you and then leaning forward to close his own laptop. "Hey, yeah, right on time. Okay, I'll go order. Pepperoni, right?" At your nod, he pulls out his cellphone and dials a number he obviously knows well, wandering in the general direction of the kitchen as he speaks. "Hey, Amos, this is Will, I need a... oh, they are? Yeah, sure, that'd be cool."\n\nYou blink. That doesn't sound like any time you've ever ordered pizza. Well, it started right out with him knowing the guy on the other end's name (how much does he eat there? or is it just part of his social skill superpowers?), but now it sounds like he's actually being handed off to someone else.\n\n"Hey, what's up, how's it going?" he says brightly as he wanders back and forth a little in front of the counter. "Yeah? Who else? Oh really? Hm. ... Hm, well, lemme check." He taps the mute button on his phone and looks at you. "Hey, Jamie, turns out a few of my friends are already at the pizza place and they were just about to order. Think it'd be alright to invite them over? I'd love to introduce you around, and they're a ton of fun to hang out with!"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Sure?|QOBro1x4]]\n\n[[... God no?|QOBro]]

Hm... you see a few fun ideas for putting Cloud in the mix. Grinning, you open the menu and call up the PHS function that allows you to summon up party members. Tapping through it, you find Cloud's character portrait, pausing briefly to give the drones some instructions, then poke it. \n\nConveniently enough, he materializes right between both drones, and they immediately turn and wrap their arms around his, twisting him into a position slightly off of his feet. The ex-SOLDIER looks startled, then quickly begins straining and pulling at his captors... futilely, it turns out, since it looks like the suits increase their wearers' strength a good deal. (Of course, part of that is probably that Tifa was the first one you equipped it to, and Yuffie was then adjusted to match her.) He looks at you and scowls darkly, growling out, "What is this? What are these things?" \n\n"Oh, these are Tifa and Yuffie," you explain genially, grinning even wider as his blue eyes go round with shock. "Don't ask which is which, because frankly I don't have the slightest idea."\n\n"What did you do to them?!" Cloud demands, looking back and forth between the faceless drones holding him with new horror.\n\n"Just equipped a new item I found to them. Pretty neat huh? And now you're here, so..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... you'll get to enjoy them too."|FF7X]]\n\n[["... you'll get to join them."|FF7X]]

As much as out of curiosity as anything else, you select 'Yes', then turn your attention to Yuffie.\n\nAs time unfreezes and she walks in, she jerks to a halt and stares at the sight of you with your cock being sucked by what must look to her like a woman in a rubber gimp suit. Then she yelps in shock as all of her clothes disappear, her hands jerking to try and cover herself by reflex. You're not entirely sure where the black liquid rubber appears from this time, but it looks like it starts near her stomach, making Yuffie cry out in greater shock and more fear as it starts sliding up her midriff. As it oozes down over her hips and ass, both grow and round out, and her pert little tits similarly seem to grow and swell as they're covered by rubber. You watch with interest, the Tifa drone's mouth still bobbing over your stiff dick, as the rubber slides down her legs, lengthening them and molding them into a sexier, curvier shape as it goes, forcing her upright and arms to her sides as it similarly coats her limbs fully, her back stretching and proportions shifting even as she's forced into a more erotic posture by the formation of the suit's high heels. The stuff engulfs her face before she can even properly scream, sliding into her mouth to form another ridged tube behind a round O of a mouth.\n\nIn seconds, Yuffie has not only been coated with rubber, but crafted into an exact duplicate of the drone currently on its knees working your prick. You glance down at the drone in front of you and order, "Stop", before pointing at the new one. "You, close and lock the door. Then both of you go upstairs to Tifa's bedroom. Clean this one off and wait for me in front of the bed."\n\nThe drone in front of you rises to her feet and sashays towards the stairs while the other one obeys your command to close the door and turn the locks, before using the exact same walk to follow the other up the stairs. You take a moment to use the debug menu to more securely lock the area from interference, then strip down before heading upstairs and taking a moment to find the bedroom in question. Both drones are standing in front of it, big rubber tits jutting out, faceless, tunnel-mouthed heads directly forward. You realize since you have no idea which one wound up on the left and which on the right, you no longer have any idea which one is Tifa and which one is Yuffie.\n\nOh well. Doesn't really matter, does it?\n\n"Turn around and bend over. Put your hands on the bed," you order the drones. Both move in perfect sync, pivoting and then bending forward to place their hands on the bed. You step up behind one and take a moment to smear some lube on your prick, before pushing your stiff length into the drone's pussy-hole. Moaning lowly at the interesting sensation caused by the sworls and texturing inside the tube, you begin pumping your hips, hands gripping the drone's waist as you pound into it, your hips impacting its round rubber asscheeks with slight jiggles, its stiff rubber tits jutting underneath it. You idly wonder if it's Tifa or Yuffie under there, probably silently moaning and cumming as you pound into the passage between her legs... before again dismissing the thought. Doesn't matter.\n\nYou don't try to hold off, considering that you don't seem to get tired or lose stamina, and there's no one's opinion to worry about. Soon after you feel yourself approaching another climax, you thrust forward, grunting as you spill your load into the drone's pussy-onahole. Drawing out, you step aside, running your hands over the second drone's round rubber ass and slender waist. Just out of curiosity, you push into its pussy-hole as well... exactly the same, not a single variation in texture or swirl. Hm, amusing from the perspective of rendering them both the same, not as interesting for your prick. You pull out and then adjust, before pushing into its ass-onahole, making a pleased noise at the different texture of bumps sliding along your sensitive, lube-and-cum smeared prick. No need to worry about taking it slow, either, you just push all the way in and start fucking away, pounding the drone's third hole with as much abandon as you did the other's second hole, even as the other drone remains motionless, its featureless face still staring blankly at the wall as your cum dribbles gradually out of the tube between its legs and down its sleek rubber thighs.\n\nOnce you've used the second drone's ass-hole as your cumdump, you flop onto the bed on your back and order both of the drones onto the bed. Obeying your orders, one wraps a rubber hand around the base of your prick and begins bobbing its mouth-hole over your prick, until you order the other to take over, its head bobbing up and down, the round ring of its lips bumping against the other drone's fingers with the exact same force each time. You toy with them both for awhile, having them rub their stiff rubber tits against your prick, finger each other's holes, and finally have one climb atop you and ride while the other stands at attention next to the bed. Its high-heeled feet planted on the mattress, the drone works its legs mechanically to pound its ass down against your balls and lap, rubber hands resting on its knees, its head facing straight forward as it works its pussy-hole over your prick.\n\nFinally you order both of them to clean off and then stand against the wall while you roll over and get some sleep, ignoring the two humanoid forms standing in the corner as much as you would any sex toy once you were satisfied and no longer horny. Of course, you wake up with a nice stiff hardon, and idly look at the pair of motionless drones as you give it a few thoughtful strokes, neither having moved even the slightest from where they were last night. Your new sex toys are fun... but a big part of the fun was making them that way. Just continuing to fuck these two will probably get boring, fast. Luckily, you know there's at least one more well-known cute girl in this game, and you can probably call her up with the debug menu. Though that's not your only option. Let's see...\n\n<hr>\n[[Summon Aerith.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Summon Aerith after equipping the drones with "Thrust Shaft".|FF7X]]\n\n[[Summon Cloud.|FF7X13x5]]\n\n[[Get everyone together.|FF7X]]

You heft down the Vulcanizer, then pause. Grinning, you activate the main station again, going back into the 'alternative ammo' option and selecting one of the different loadouts. A single panel opens up and extends a new magazine for the Vulcanizer, this one bright pink instead of the standard dark gunmetal as befitting the rest of the weapon. Exchanging it for the preloaded one, you do a quick check of the weapon, then prepare to set off.\n\nYou immediately step out into a well-lit area, and quickly duck back into a corner, activating your suit's stealth mode. Its blending ability doesn't have a lot to work with since the shadows here are fairly meager, but you don't seem to have immediately attracted any attention. Looks like you're in a department store. \n\nSince Britanny had a number of 'natural environments', you made sure that the adaptive programming could create them and essentially randomize them for hunting her. One of those environments is shopping. And you can see your target nearby too, seven feet of spotted sexbomb, wearing painted-on jeans and a tight little spandex top as she looks through the high-end clothes. Her tail is raised a bit, the tip twitching in excitement as the wherecheetah looks over price tags, quickly dismissing some of them as too low. She instead turns and marches over towards a different name brand, tits jiggling despite the support of her top.\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack!|CapBrit-Plush]]\n\n[[Stalk her.|CapBrit-Plush1x1]]

Hm, "Rubber Suit" sounds interesting. Somehow you doubt that it will just increase Tifa's electricity resistance rating for the game. You tap that option, and another screen comes up. It's offering a variety of different... colors? Hm. Typical RPG usage would indicate that it's probably not just fashion, but function, which is fine and good... except you have no idea what the function is just from the colors. Oh well, should be interesting no matter what you pick!\n\n[[White Rubber Suit.|FF7Xsensitivity]]\n\n[[Pink Rubber Suit.|FF7Xbimbo]]\n\n[[Color-Match Rubber Suit.|FF7X15x1]]\n\n[[Black Rubber Suit.|FF7X13x2]]

You don't know what's going on, but you want no part of it. You immediately drop the guy and, your panicked brain working on the logic that your attackers must be trying to keep you from reaching safety, turn and run back towards them, frantically making for a gap between two of the shooters. The men in black stop firing, apparently more shocked by your sudden reversal than anything else, and you successfully make it past them. The suit apparently enhances your speed, since you're tearing down the hallway much faster than you would have thought possible.\n\nYou duck down branching hallways at random, hoping to see a path to anything that looks like safety. Finally, seeing an open doorway, you duck inside, hoping for a few moments to catch your breath. It looks like some sort of high-tech bedroom, albeit opulently appointed with all sorts of strange pieces of artwork and furniture... actually in some cases you're not sure which is which. But you do wind up staring at the large, round bed in the center of the room. Or rather, the person leaning back against the mound of pillows on it.\n\nShe has long, long black hair, held back from her forehead by a silver tiara with a purple gemstone set in the center. Her face is a little severe, but quite beautiful, her lips painted a shining purple that almost matches the stone in her tiara... and her eyes, come to notice it. Not that you can keep your own gaze there for long, as it's inexorably drawn down to her absolutely mammoth mammaries. Each of her breasts is almost half again the size of your own head, and despite their huge size they seem smooth, creamy, and unblemished, as well as quite perky and firm; they're barely covered by a bustier-style top that hooks behind her neck. She's also wearing a scandalously small black thong, the front of it looking like it must only barely cover her slit, and the straps riding high on her curvaceous hips. Her arms and legs are sheathed in long black gloves and boots, the bootsoles bearing stiletto heals despite the fact that she's in bed.\n\nSeeing you, she smiles, her voice like poisoned honey as she coos, "Well well well. Cypher Ceed, you've returned. Don't tell me that you've actually rethought my little offer?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... No?|CypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[... Yes?|CypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[... Maybe?|BadCypherStart]]

Hey, one obedient sextoy drone is fun, why not two? You select Yuffie and bring up the same equipment menu as before, selecting Black Rubber Suit again.\n\nExcept this time a new dialogue box pops up after that. It just says "Standardize?" and has a Yes/No selection. Huh. What exactly does 'Standardize' mean? Well, one way to find out... or not, if you just want the same thing to happen to her as happened to Tifa, which you assume would result in a much more petite rubber drone.\n\n<hr>\n[[Standardize.|FF7X13x4]]\n\n[[Don't standardize.|FF7X]]

Hm, alright, basic black is always nice, right? Most of the rubber suit porn you've seen online has involved black suits, so there's that too. You tap that option, then wait to see what happens.\n\nTifa settles back into the motion of wiping down the tabletop... then yelps in shock as most of her clothes just abruptly disappear. Her top, suspenders, boots, socks, and the red gloves are suddenly gone, leaving only the fingerless sleeve-gloves and har skirt. "What the-?!" she cries, jerking her hands up as if to cover her tits, then staring as her gloves writhe, turning shinier and more, well... liquid, flowing down over her fingertips and up her shoulders. She gives another cry of shock as her skirt does the same, abruptly hugging between her legs and conforming more tightly to her ass as the material starts to flow down her thighs and up her belly.\n\nYou watch with interest as Tifa stumbles back from the table, then stiffens, forced upright as her legs are coated in a layer of shiny black, apparently going stiff and forcing her to stop moving, her hands forced down at her sides. You can see that the stuff between her legs has hugged up against her pussy, giving it fat, pudgy black lips but otherwise making it a featureless slit, her stomach similarly becoming smooth and flat without hint of a bellybutton. "What's happening?! Eric, help!" Tifa calls, apparently not noticing that you're just standing there watching with a slight bulge in your pants. The rubber coats her feet, molding over her toes and drawing the tips to a point, while pushing her upward as it forms extremely high heels, making her jut her bare tits out just before they're coated with the stuff too. The big, jiggly orbs turn stiff and firm as they're covered, pink nipples becoming nothing but molded caps with stiff, perfect little cylinders on the end. She twists and jerks her head desperately as the rubber slides up her neck and down along her hair, drawing it up and into its mass and effectively disappearing as it seeps over her cheeks and around her face. She opens her mouth to cry out, only for the rubber to smoothly rush into it and silence her, forming her mouth into a round, toothless O with what looks like a ribbed tube running down from it, her eyes giving you one last desperate plea before they're covered as well.\n\nYou look Tifa up and down... the suit has completely covered her, hiding every feature of her body except, of course, that she's busty, hippy, and with a fantastic ass and legs. You walk around her slowly, noting that she's standing perfectly still, just that blank face with its ring of a mouth facing entirely forward. You reach around from behind to squeeze her firm rubber tits, feeling them compact in your hands and spring back into form when you release them, and she doesn't move at all. You deliver a slap to her ass, watching it bounce more like, well, rubber, than anything else. Hmming quietly, you say, "Tifa, can you hear me?"\n\nThe smooth, rubber-covered head nods, once. You grin at that. "But you can't move unless it's to answer me or if I tell you to, huh?" Another single movement of the head, this time side-to-side. "And you have to do whatever I order you to?" Another single nod. Well, there's a nice little bonus! You spend a few moments looking her over, spreading her big rubber asscheeks to take a look at the pucker between them. It's tight, small, and perfectly symmetrical... obviously meant to look more manufactured than just her own covered in rubber. You push a finger into the tight rubber passage, and feel a number of bumps at regular intervals. Pushing two fingers into her pussy and wriggling it around finds a set of wavy lines and grooves... looks like all of her holes are textured, to make them more like some sort of fleshlight.\n\nWell, that suits you! You sit down and undo your pants, letting your cock spring free and stroking it a few times. "Alright then, get over here and use that mouth-hole of yours to get me off." The rubber-coated woman immediately walks over, shiny black tits barely moving despite the high-heeled stride she uses, sinking to her knees without hesitation. Her rubber-gloved hands come to rest atop your thighs before she brings her head forward and slides the ribbed tube of her mouth over your prick. You moan and rest a hand on the smooth black rubber covering her head as she begins bobbing up and down with machine-like efficiency, obviously controlled more by whatever motions the rubber suit forces her to make than her own will.\n\n"Mmf, wait wait," you murmur after a moment, the rubber drone obligingly raising her head and going still in place. You open the debug menu and root around in the 'Item Spawn' area for a bit before finding some lube, choosing a variety that resembles cum. Grinning, you squirt it into the drone's mouth-hole, indulging yourself by squeezing the bottle to send a few splatters of it across her featureless face and big rubber tits. Then you announce casually, "Resume." The drone leans forward and slides its mouth-tunnel back over your prick, going back to the exact same mechanical bobbing as before, but now with a pleasant wetness to it, the ribbed tube making wet, lewd squelching noises as the drone works it over your prick. You give a moan as you let yourself cum into the textured channel, not bothering to hold back... who cares what Tifa might think about how fast you cum? 'Not like she'll be able to say anything about it!' you think smugly as you look down at the featureless head still smoothly bobbing up and down the exact same length each time.\n\nYou glance over towards the door as it rattles and starts to open. You hit the debug menu just in time see that it's Yuffie opening the door, her head down slightly so that she hasn't spotted either of you yet. Hm, what to do about this development...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Equip a Black Rubber Suit on Yuffie too.|FF7X13x3]]\n\n[[Equip a "Thrust Shaft" on Yuffie.|FF7X14x1]]\n\n[[Equip a "Thrust Shaft" on the Tifa Drone and have her grab Yuffie.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Teleport Yuffie away and lock the area.|FF7X]]

"Sure," you answer, setting your backpack back down.\n\n"Thank you, if you would pick up those books I passed out earlier?" she asks with a smile, before turning back to her desk.\n\n<hr>\n[[Concentrate on cleaning up.|QOSchool1x3]]\n\n[[Concentrate on trying to sneak peeks at Ms. Lorne.|QOSchool]]

Best to keep your mind on what you've been asked to do instead of getting in trouble. So, you spend awhile gathering things up, sweeping up some trash, and adjusting a few desks. It takes a little while, but eventually Ms. Lorne bids you good afternoon, though she seems a little distracted or something when you leave. Oh well.\n\nDeciding that since you're already a little late leaving, you may as well wait a little longer before heading home. To that end you you head towards the library, finding an out-of-the-way table to park yourself at and pulling out your first probably-shouldn't-be-reading-in-class-but-eh book of the year out of your bag and resuming your reading.\n\nWhen you finally look up, you realize that at least an hour has passed, and it's getting well into the afternoon, and probably towards a time where your mother will be huffing at you about where you've been. (Jeez, Mom, you're sixteen now, can't a wild and crazy sixteen-year-old sit in a library reading a book for an hour when the devil-may-care mood strikes him?)\n\nHm, actually on that account, you're kind of enjoying this nice little nerdy time to yourself without the potential of really being interrupted. Should you stay and finish your book, or go ahead and head home?\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay and read.|QOSchool]]\n\n[[Head home.|QOSchool1x4]]

Weapons? Absolutely no forbidden moves? "Any methods"? Actually believing in magic? No way. This is all way too ridiculous and dangerous for you. You've got a long career ahead of you, you're not getting a sword in the guts for the sake of potential prizes some little old basketcase in robes probably can't even deliver on.\n\nShifting the strap of your bag on your shoulder, you turn around and head right back down the cobblestone path. A decent handful of other fighters are trailing along with you, most of them trying not to look at each other, and you admit you sort of feel the same... still, at least you're not the sole dropout, and that makes you feel better. You clamber back up the creaking gangplank, where one of the white-shirted servants nods to you. "Deciding not to participate in the tournament? Well, we always hate to see you leave, but we understand. There are rooms below, please feel free to go down and pick out any one you like to stay the night in, we'll be departing for the mainland in the morning." You nod to him, not quite able to meet his eyes, and head to the belowdeck. There are numerous doors, and you open one to find it small, but not grungy. You flop down on the bed, still dressed, and close your eyes. 'What a waste of time and a haircut,' you think sleepily, noticing that you seem to be getting drowsy fairly quickly.\n\nYou wake up hanging by your wrists, your body stripped naked, a filthy rag shoved in your mouth. Your eyes widen, and you give your head a shake to try and clear the remaining cobwebs before looking around frantically. Your hands are tied securely with the binds slipped over a hook sunk into a ceiling beam in a long room filled with what looks like restraint equipment. You're definitely naked, and your ankles are bound as well, likely to keep you from swinging your legs around in any attempt to escape. The other fighters that left the arena with you are also dangling in a similarly nude state, as well as three more that must have gotten cold feet at some point in the night afterward. It's mostly men, but there are two other women as well. Some of them are still unconscious, but others are awake and looking around like you are, while one or two are thrashing about wildly trying to get free.\n\nYou hear a door open somewhere behind you, and chattering voices. A number of the white-shirted servants enter the room and begin moving around, examining the prisoners, some of them chiding at and striking the bare asses and legs of the strugglers to get them to hold still. The one from the boat stops in front of you and looks up with a smirk. "Pathetic cowards. If you run from honorable battle like lowly animals, then you will be put to a use befitting lowly animals!" He reaches out and grips your bare thigh to give it a squeeze, and you give a growl of protest through the gag and ineffectively try to kick at him with both legs. He steps aside with a snort, moving to the side and beginning to knead one of your buttocks. "This one's pure muscle, far too lean. We'll have to fatten it up."\n\n"The females are always like that, this one too," another calls from further down the line, and you hear the slap of skin on skin and a muffled howl of anger and shock. "Still, a lot more fun than the males, right? Let's set them up facing towards the male livestock, I always love to watch their reactions."\n\nSeveral of the servants approach you and the other two women, hauling your naked bodies down off the hooks and carrying you like sides of beef over towards setups on the floor. They're stronger than they look, and with your position you can't do much more than squirm and hurl incoherent verbal abuse at them as they turn you around and set you down on your hands and knees in the midst of a set of manacles and spreader bars. With a practiced ease bordering on boredom that speaks of long practice, they undo your bindings and then yank your wrists and knees into the manacles, fastening them so that you're forced immobile on the cold stone of the floor, facing the still-dangling male fighters.\n\nOne of the servants yanks the rag out of your mouth, and you immediately shout, "Fucking let me go you god damned HGLKT!" You don't even get a chance to get your invective rolling before one of them shoves a round-ended, ribbed rubber hose into your mouth. He starts forcing it further forward, your eyes widening as it slides in, your throat bulging some as it passes through, slight shifts in the bulged shape showing as it slides deeper and deeper. When it seems that he just couldn't push it any deeper without it coming out the other end, he nods and gives you a wicked leer before straightening up and turning a handle on part of the hose. You can hear the sound of thick fluid making its way through the tube, and feel the vibration of the rubber in your throat. You feel full in minutes, and then heat washes over your body. Your attempts to get out demands for your release and more profanities around the tube bulging your throat turn into attempts to get moans out around the tube bulging your throat, your nipples growing achingly hard and your pussy starting to drool down your inner thighs.\n\nThe servant gives your belly a light rub, nodding as he feels it bulge slightly from its usual flatness. He moves around behind you, and soon you feel his cock plunge into your pussy. Snorting through your nose, you can't help but try to rock back against him as he starts to fuck you, his derisive laughter ringing in your ears as much as the sound of the stinging slaps he delivers to your ass. You can see the dangling, watching men trying to look away but having their gazes drawn back, their bare cocks sticking straight up in the air. You're starting to realize just what the fate is of anyone cowardly enough to back out of Hell Kore... unfortunately, whatever they're feeding you to fatten you up for the slaughter has you too horny to care.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HellKore4xEnd]]

Nah, best to stick with what's worked for you so far. Fly under the radar, don't buck the system, etc. You lay out your neutral, unremarkable shirt with some equally unremarkable jeans and socks, and... look, you get the idea.\n\nIn the morning you get dressed, eat the eggs and bacon breakfast your mother's made for a 'special' day and then get driven to school. You join the milling masses heading for the doors while maintaining as much distance as you can from other people. You attain the zen of becoming one with your environment, becoming just a bit of background noise of the school experience. You pass various people you know to various degrees, mostly just giving nods of acknowledgement, but otherwise you head for your first class of the day without anything in the way of socializing or standing out.\n\nYour school day is as unremarkable as you're trying to be, for the most part... at least until you get to the last class of the day. While most of the teachers today have been fairly new-ish to you, the last one of the day, Ms. Lorne, is clearly new to the school. She's quite the, well, the hot teacher... she's young, with lovely brown hair pulled back but with several artful falls escaping to drift around her pretty face accented by glasses. She's also got on a white shirt that leaves a fair amount of cleavage visible beneath the jacket of her grey skirt-suit, lovely legs enhanced by sleek pantyhose and tasteful pumps. Her pleasant voice and friendly demeanor come off as actually sincere, and most of the class seems utterly charmed by her by the end of the period.\n\nStill not charmed enough that when the last bell rings that they don't all grab their stuff and file out as fast as possible though. Though as usual you linger a bit to avoid getting into the press, which is long enough for Ms. Lorne to call, "Oh, Jamie? Would you mind helping me clean up the classroom a bit?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure.|QOSchool1x2]]\n\n[[Sorry, gotta go.|QOSchool]]

"I mean, I wasn't really thinking of being rewarded or anything, if you feel like you just have to, maybe like... a gift card or something?" you suggest with a little shrug.\n\n"A gift card? That's... hm." The woman puts a fingertip to her lower lip and taps a few times, before she smiles again. "Actually, come to think of it, I have just the thing!" She turns back to the car and heads for the passenger side, opening the door and leaning in for her purse... and making you hurriedly glance away as her dress rides up to flash a hint of lacey red panties at you (and pink... they're crotchless). When she stands up and turns towards you, she's holding out a shiny silver and gold card. "Here you go! I just so happened to have one in my purse. Now this is a very exclusive site, but the card's still good for any one item on the site, so feel free to get absolutely anything you want!"\n\n"Oh, um, cool, thanks," you answer, taking the card. "Ah, I better get home now. Will you be okay and everything?"\n\n"Yes, I'll call someone, thank you very much again, young man!"\n\nWaving, you turn and make your way back home. As you walk in the door, your mother pokes her head out of the kitchen. "Oh, hello dear, you're home a bit late! Did anything happen?"\n\n"Nah," you reply distractedly, toeing out of your shoes before heading up to your room. Once you've flopped in your computer chair, you finally take the card out and actually look at it. 'What's this text, "Nile.secret"? ... Hm. Maybe it's... a web address?' Waking your computer up, you pull up a browser window and type it into the address bar, half surprised when it works and resolves into a website that somehow both looks a lot like the Amazon landing page and also like someone spent Amazon's entire operating budget for a decade on the web design. You've never seen a font that looks like it cost as much as a supercar to design and yet somehow you know you have now. The page has barely finished loading when a popup appears.\n\n'Hello, and welcome to Nile! This seems to be your first time visiting our site. Nile is an extremely exclusive high-end online storefront, relying entirely on select word of mouth. If someone told you about our storefront, they must believe you have the necessary funds to shop here... or have been very generous with a gift! Please keep in mind that we take our exclusivity seriously, and you should never tell anyone about our site unless you believe they are a potential serious customer or you wish to give them gift access. Now, let's set up your account!'\n\nHow... hoity-toity. Still, this seems pretty awesome... did the woman you saved really mean that you could buy anything on the site you wanted? Surely it's not <i>that</i> ritzy if so. In fact, once you've gone through the process of setting up your account, you start to think maybe your reward for saving a life has been to get made fun of... some of the stuff displayed as 'hot buys' on the front page is kind of ridiculous. Cars? Planes? <i>Magic potions</i>? C'mon now, this has to be a joke. Still, when you input the code from the card, the bar at the top of the page does display 'Credit: Any one item'... although the fact that it guarantees delivery within an hour is kind of ridiculous too. \n\n... No harm in browsing through and picking something out, you guess though. You've already given them your name and address, any harm if it's there has been done. So... let's browse through and see what you might like to buy, even just as a fanciful idea.\n\n<hr>\n[[Look at the vehicles.|QOSchool]]\n\n[[Browse through the high-tech gizmos.|QONile]]\n\n[[Check out the app store.|QONile2x1]]\n\n[[Peruse the... magic items.|QONile]]\n\n[[Oh an Android storefront! ... They... do not mean phones.|QONile1x7]]

Feeling equal parts excited and nervous, you still try not to look too eager as you look at him. "Um, yeah, sure, okay, tell me."\n\nKevin's smirk turns practically wolfish... at least in part because you now notice that several of his teeth are sharper. Your eyes widen as his skin flushes red... literally red, the color spreading across his entire body, heightening his muscle tone without changing his body shape that much. But you also see his ears growing to points, and a pair of short horns pushing out from his head. A tail flits out from one side behind him, and he actually spreads his thighs some as the bulge in his underwear gets noticeably larger. In mere seconds Kevin's taken on a literally devilish appearance, his eyes black-scleraed and yellow, and practically dancing at the sight of you in sheer shock.\n\n"See, turns out Errana's a demoness. And the two of us had so much fun together that she let a fair bit of her power bleed into me and, well," Kevin continues, raising his hand and giving it a flick, his nails having turned shiny, black, and somewhat pointed. "You called not too long after it happened, but she had time enough to tell me some fun things. Like I can pretty much do the Jedi Mind Trick now, it's how I got everyone to scram so I could talk to you. I wanted you to be the first, maybe only, one I told for a very important reason, dude."\n\nYour mind is still reeling from what you watched happen in front of you, you're barely able to comprehend what he's saying. "W-why me...?" you manage to murmur, feeling like you only haven't run because you're not sure your legs would work.\n\n"Demons do better if they have a human to be their demon worshiper, apparently," he answers with a light shrug, before grinning again. "And let's face it, you've always practically worshiped me as it is. Now we'll just make it literal. I'll kind of be your god, just like an actual useful one. You'll worship me and do whatever I say, and in return I'll give you stuff way better than some promise of 'eternal salvation'."\n\nYou open your mouth and close it several times, your brain not quite processing all that. Then your eyes widen again as he moves his hands and hooks his thumbs into the boxer-briefs, peeling them down and off as he lifts his hips. His cock springs free, hardening near-instantly and almost smacking against his belly. It's a huge thing... at the very least on scale with Errana's tits, up past his stomach. He settles back onto the bed, legs spread to show off his large, heavy red balls, leaned back a bit to angle that huge, demonic crimson cock right at you. \n\n"So, get on your knees and get worshiping."\n\n<hr>\n[[... No!|QOKev1x5]]\n\n[[I... can't help myself!|QOKev3x1]]\n\n[[... Yes, Master.|QOKev2x1]]

Eh, you don't wanna wind up getting shooed by a teacher and potentially lectured or something, either when getting shooed or getting home, so probably best to head home now. Putting your book away, you heft your bag onto your shoulder and head out of the library and then the school, following the path to the sidewalk and heading towards home.\n\nIt's not an overly long walk, but long enough to take you past plenty of other streets and neighborhoods. As you pass near one of the more upper class neighborhoods, you spot a very expensive luxury car pulled somewhat haphazardly up to the curb, its hazard blinkers on. You pause briefly to watch as the driver's door opens and an absolutely gorgeous woman with long, wavy blonde hair and wearing a rather scant little red dress gets out, pausing to put her hands on her luscious hips and scowl at the car as if that could get it running again.\n\nApparently, her annoyance with her vehicle distracts her so that she doesn't see another car come speeding along the road, slowly veering more over the line to the point that it's clear it's going to hit the woman's car... or, just as likely, her!\n\n<hr>\n[[Shout to warn her.|QOSchool]]\n\n[[Pull her to safety.|QOSchool1x5]]

You're not entirely sure what comes over you... you just know that you're suddenly racing right towards the woman, sprinting forward the short distance. She yelps loudly as you grab her arm and yank her backwards, starting to struggle a little and raising a hand as if to smack you as you haul her towards the sidewalk. The sound of the other car impacting the door of hers and slamming it into place, metal scraping on metal at high speed and rubber screeching on the road as it careens back and forth lightly before getting back on track and continuing to speed off out of sight.\n\n"Oh! Oh my, that... that could have killed me!" the woman gasps out, putting a hand to her half-covered chest which is heaving noticeably. She gives her head a shake, then turns towards you, eyes sparkling. "Thank you so much, you saved my life!"\n\n"Uh, you're welcome, I guess," you murmur bashfully, rubbing the back of your head.\n\n"I have to repay you! Just say what you want, anything at all, and it's yours!" she declares enthusiastically, grabbing one of your hands and clutching it in both of hers.\n\n"Oh, er, geez, I dunno." It feels sort of weird to be offered a reward for saving someone's life, even if that's the sort of thing you might have thought about a few times.\n\n"No, I insist! Ask for absolutely anything, I don't care what it is, sky's the limit!" she insists. "Absolutely anything in the world you want, I'll give it to you!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Money?|QOSchool]]\n\n[[Like... a gift card?|QOSchool1x6]]\n\n[[... Sex?|QOSchool]]\n\n[[Whatever she thinks is best.|QOSchool2x1]]\n\n[[You just wanted to be a hero.|QOSchool]]

"A good slave is not a person. A good slave is a possession. Don't you agree?" the teacher's voice prompts cheerfully.\n\n"Yes," you moan orgasmically, one finger now smoothly pumping in and out of your slick, hot teenage pussy.\n\n"Good girl. You never think about yourself, only about how to keep your master happy, because you live to serve them, don't you?"\n\n"Yes," you answer, hips wiggling towards the strokes of your own fingers.\n\n"Yes, what?" the voice prompts crisply.\n\n"Yes, I live to serve my owner," you add, and sigh happily as you're finally given the expected reward, your pussy quivering around your finger as you cum.\n\n"Good girl. You're not a person, are you?"\n\n"No," you murmur happily, letting your head loll back against the cushions.\n\n"Good girl. You're just an obedient little sex toy, aren't you?"\n\n"Yes."\n\n"Good girl." There's a brief pause, the Kinect whirring softly as it looks up and down and then side-to-side. Then the voice says cheerfully. "Well, it seems that your owner or handler isn't here right now! So let's review everything, again, shall we?"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|Camping4xEnd]]

Sighing happily, you slip your right hand under the waistband of your panties, your fingers outlined under the white cotton as you begin stroking them over your wet folds. Your movements are slow and lazy, but at the same time eager and steady, swirling around and rubbing the plumped lips or stroking up and down to tease your clit.\n\n"Good girl. You're going to be a wonderful slave," the voice encourages, giving you another pulse as a reward. "Let's talk about some of the things good slaves don't do. Good slaves don't think for themselves, they let their owners think for them. You don't want to think for yourself, do you?"\n\n"No," you find yourself answering reflexively. Then you moan long and happily as the next throbbing bass reward combined with the stroking of your fingers sends you over the edge into a small climax. The little burst of sensation rushing through your body washes away some of the thoughts that at this point you didn't really want anyway at this point.\n\n"Good girl. You only want to think about how to please your owner, never yourself. Your pleasure comes from obedience, doesn't it?"\n\n"Yes," you agree again, letting out a happy rush of air as your fingertips working your clit and the music draw out another cleansing orgasm.\n\n"Good girl. Let's talk about this some more, shall we?"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Yes.|Camping4x5]]

You hit the button labeled 'Trance FM' and then set the controller back in its cradle, sitting back and waiting for the music. You're a little surprised when the TV comes on, displaying lines of bright, almost neon color zinging along the screen, then flickering and changing course as the actual music starts to play. Huh, must have one of those visualizer things to go with it, neat. It's definitely electronic music of some kind, full of pulsing tones and bass rumbles, but it's far more sedate than most of the stuff you're used to.\n\nYou give it a chance, though, settling back on the couch and letting the synthesizer tones play in your ears, the bass giving your body the occasional feel of it due to the subwoofer. It's actually pretty relaxing, and soon you feel your shoulders slumping, your eyes feeling heavy-lidded but staying focused on the streams of light playing across each other on the screen. You're starting to feel like you could definitely watch this until Aunt Kelly came back.\n\n"Thank you for watching Trance: Full Mastery," a soothing female voice says, somehow managing to talk while the music's playing without drowning it out or being drowned out. "Your heartrate suggests that you are ready to begin. Please remain still while we adapt Trance: Full Mastery to you."\n\nYou watch in distracted amusement as the Kinect on top of the TV whirs and moves slightly, apparently focusing on you. It goes still again as the voice says, "Very good. Now, please remove your sneakers, socks, and jeans, and we will continue."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Yeah, sure, why not?|Camping4x2]]

You lean forward and pull your t-shirt off, dropping it negligently to the floor before settling back against the couch. Your teenage B-cups and trim belly are now bared to the guided camera that moves up and down again, no doubt taking pictures or video. You find you're okay with that, especially since taking off your shirt gives you another thrum of pleasure, the music winding through your ears heightening the sensation.\n\n"It feels good to obey, doesn't it?" The voice says with gentle, even cheer, and you definitely have to agree at this point. "Good girls like showing off their bodies for their owners. They like to be sexy and obedient. Being dressed attractively for your owner feels good."\n\nYou moan softly as you feel the music pulse through your entire body, your hips actually rising off the couch cushions slightly, your cotton-hugged pussy wagging a bit in the direction of the camera. Yes, sitting here in just your snug white panties definitely feels good. In fact you're starting to think of other things you could wear, trying to figure out what various people you know would like to see you prancing around in.\n\n"Following orders feels good." You gasp at yet another thrum of bass, music, and pleasure through your body. "Obedience feels good." Rumble, pulse, moan. "And, of course, sex feels good as well. Since your owner isn't here, you may slide a hand into your panties and begin masturbating."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Oh, definitely.|Camping4x4]]

That seems like a good idea, why not get comfy and keep watching? You are pretty relaxed already, wouldn't hurt to get even more comfortable. You lazily pull off your shoes and socks, then stand up and unbutton your jeans, pushing them down to the floor and stepping out of them. You're now left in your white t-shirt and a pair of snug white cotton panties as you settle back onto the couch, letting your legs splay out a bit as you slump back against the cushions.\n\n"That's very good. It feels good to do what you're told, doesn't it?"\n\nThe music briefly swells and the bass rumbles, and the vibration running through your body sends a warm, gentle surge of pleasure through you. You make a little noise in your throat, briefly closing your eyes and leaning your head back, but then settling back again, eyes opening halfway so you can focus on the screen. Apparently it really <i>does</i> feel good to do what you're told.\n\nThe Kinect whirs and clicks again, before the voice continues. "Those are some very cute panties. You have a very nice body. Don't you enjoy showing your body off?" The bass thrum that shivers through you carrying that warm, gentle sub-orgasmic sensation makes you inclined to agree. "Go ahead and remove your shirt, too. I see you didn't wear a bra today, apparently you already like to show off."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Okay, you got it.|Camping4x3]]

"You're <i>sure</i> you don't mind all this?" you ask one more time.\n\nMurielle laughs softly. "I promise, I'm perfectly willing to be your servant in every way I was Archibald's. It was my own decision to adhere to his 'loophole', really. So don't trouble yourself about it further."\n\nWell, y'know, if she says so. Repeatedly. You guess it'd be kind of dickish to insist she doesn't know what she's talking about, so you move to get in on the passenger side of the car. Murielle gets behind the wheel, noting as she starts it up, "You can ride in the back next time if you like, but it's up to you." She continues as she pulls out and onto the street, "The car and my office are technically in my name, but of course since everything at my disposal is yours for the asking, you may consider them yours to use as you see fit as well."\n\n"Ah, thanks." You glance out the window, then back at her. "Hey, you mentioned 'glamour' before... is that why Mrs. Andrews didn't seem to think it was weird that you're an elf?"\n\n"Yes indeed. I've cast a small spell on myself that causes people to dismiss things about me that are too far outside their normal. Unfortunately, as a side effect, they all tend to hear my name as '<i>Muriel</i>'," she notes, briefly deepening her voice and using a thicker, drawling American accent as opposed to her usual lyrical 'mid-Atlantic' one. She shrugs a bit. "But a small annoyance to avoid stares and constant questions. Of course, one of the reasons I immediately knew you'd chosen me was that you were staring at my ears," she adds, eyes twinkling as she glances at you. "Since as my new Master, you'd of course be able to see through my glamour."\n\n... At least she noticed you staring at her ears and not her... yeah. In fact it's a little difficult not to stare right now, her driving position pushes them together and up and makes them look even bigger. Still, you're managing. "So what does it mean that you're my assistant? Are you like... brought down to human level but can just apply all your centuries of learning, or anything like that?"\n\n"Not quite. While I am somewhat magically restrained by being vow-bound to a human, it's only slightly. I might not be able to command full 'wish-granting' power, but I'm still fully capable of using all other sorts of magic on your behalf. It served your great-uncle quite well in his more physically adventurous youth, and kept him quite physically and mentally capable up through his death. I could have extended his life a great deal more, but it was his own choice to bow to a purely human lifespan." She sighs, eyes taking on a bit of a sad set, gaze briefly growing distant, before she smiles and shrugs a bit. "He was like that about some things."\n\n"So what all can you do?"\n\n"I can't really give you a 'menu' of my abilities, unfortunately... there's too much, indeed likely some things even I wouldn't remember unless asked about. Better to simply ask as it comes up."\n\nSoon she parks in the street outside one of those old-fashioned townhomes, the ones that were a solid wall of buildings simply walled off from each other. You blink a bit as she leads the way inside, revealing an extremely tasteful and high class interior. "This is your office?"\n\n"And my home, whenever I wasn't by your great-uncle's side. We were together a great deal of the time, but sometimes he wanted to take time with other people or be by himself, and during those periods I stayed here. Of course, I was also free to come here when I needed my own privacy or space." She stops and turns to face you again, folding her hands and smiling. "Now, Master, we have a lot to do. Obviously we'll need to take care of getting the money you inherited properly squared away and preferably making more money for you, but there's no reason we can't also relax and get to know each other better first. Or, if you're particularly interested in my magical abilities, I could show some of them off for you."\n\n<hr>\n[[To business!|Austin]]\n\n[[To pleasure!|Austin]]\n\n[[To a magic show!|Austin]]

You turn and begin walking, moving through trees again but quickly emerging into long, flat lnad, a prairie stretching without end, but you start walking across it all the same, bare feet pressing on soft, stiff grass with every step, feeling it brush around your shins and calves as you move, the blood now solid and firm on your arms to contrast your clean spear.\n\nYou suddenly topple forward, though you know this is what you're supposed to do, striking the ground without impact and continuing to move. You sink without the feel of water around you, though it stretches blue and dark as far as you can see, with only the faintest shimmer of the distant light of the sun from above you to remind you that it was ever there at all. It becomes darker and darker the deeper you go, flying and falling and sinking with purpose, down towards a darkness that harbors a tree the size of a skyscraper. You have only the sense of its immense size, its distant branches and spreading leaves as you draw in closer to the base of it, where there is a dying man in amongst its coiled roots at the bottom, his hands grown into the trunk of the tree he's been dying against it for so long.\n\n"Hello, child of this faraway land that is my home," the dead dying man says. "Why have you come to your father that is not yours?"\n\n"I'm looking for my name," you tell him, though he already knows.\n\n"I brought many names to this land with me, and had them put upon me by those that brought them here. They are powerful names, strong names, tortured names, the names of creation and the names of death. You may have any of these names you wish, or none of them, for your fate is to choose. Look beneath the colors, see the words, decide what you must do."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take his place on the tree.|Odin1x1]]\n\n[[Kill him.|Dream]]\n\n[[Accept his guidance.|Dream2x1]]\n\n[[Dismiss him.|Dream]]

One of your history teachers once said that most people who were regarded as giants by history often owed a lot of that to their much less famous assistants. And some of your TV viewing has assured you that people who come into a bunch of money with no one to help them manage it or rein them in tend to spend themselves into being worse off than they were before they got the money. If your uncle found this assistant so indispensable, might be she's actually the best bet. "I think I'll take the assistant as my inheritance choice."\n\n"Really?" Mrs. Andrews blinks, clearly surprised, but then nods. "Ah, well, I won't question you if that's your decision... in some ways it might be the best one, I suppose. Well, the person in question is waiting in an office nearby, so if you'll follow me."\n\nThe blonde woman leads the way down the hall, opening what looks like an office that's purely for discussing things in, to judge from the lack of personal touches. There's a woman with long brown hair standing inside facing the window, wearing a green sweater, white drape over her shoulders, and a long blue skirt. As the door opens, she turns towards it, an almost pout on her face and in her voice as she says, "He didn't pick me, did he? That's rather-"\n\n<img src="images/Murielle.jpg">\n\nYou stare, for first one reason, then another. First of all, those are definitely the largest breasts you've ever been in the presence of, the fabric of her sweater hugging them rather shamelessly and emphasizing their size and heaviness. But once you manage to yank your shocked gaze properly up to her face, you see that she's amazingly gorgeous, a slim but mature look highlighted by slender glasses with almost invisible frames... but what's slightly more attention-getting are the pointed ears poking out from amidst her hair. Her expression becomes rather shocked at the sight of you... then shifts to a small, sly smile that she quickly brings a finger up across to urge you to silence.\n\nAt the moment you're mostly too stunned to say anything even if you wanted to, but luckily Mrs. Andrews is thoughtfully filling in the silence. "Austin, this is your great uncle's assistant, Muriel."\n\n"It's a pleasure to meet you, Austin," the elf(?!) picks up, green eyes twinkling. "It looks like I'll be helping you for the foreseeable future, hm?"\n\n"Austin has indeed chosen to inherit your services as his choice from among his options. Since this was an informal understanding between yourself and Archibald, Muriel, there's nothing more for us to take care of other than Austin signing off on the successful completion of our execution of his great uncle's will. However, should you wish to draw up a formal employment contract, our office is available to you."\n\n"Thank you very much, but I don't think we need to take care of that today." Muriel walks over to you, giving you a small smile again. "Shall we go, M-... -ister Austin? Once you've signed the papers, obviously. I have my car."\n\n"Uh, right. Yeah, sure," you murmur, nodding, trying to figure out if you're the only one that thinks it's unusual for there to be an elf in a lawyer's office.\n\nOnce you've signed and dated several stacks of paper, you and Muriel walk down the hall and into the elevator. Once the doors have closed she heaves a sigh deep enough it actually makes her chest jiggle just a little. "It's so troublesome that my glamour makes some humans utterly <i>incapable</i> of pronouncing my name properly." She turns to you and smiles gently, putting her fingertips to her chest. "So, this time properly, hello, Master, my name is Murielle."\n\n"Oh. Got it. Um, Austin. I mean, you already knew that, but..." At a bit of a loss, you offer your hand.\n\nMurielle laughs softly, making you blush in embarrassment, but her smile as she takes your hand and gives it a light shake takes the sting out of it. "Archibald said you were cute," she murmurs, a twinkle in her eye that makes you blush for entirely different reasons.\n\nThe elevator door opens, and Murielle strides out purposefully, so you quickly do your best to fall into step with her and keep up. You glance around to make sure no one seems to be able to overhear, then murmur, "So, uh, are you... are you actually a... um..."\n\n"I'm an elf, yes. A High Elf, in fact, one of the oldest and most powerful races of elves in existence, and there are more than you might think." Murielle glances over, giving you a quick wink. "Still, we're as capable of getting ourselves into trouble as any human in certain circumstances, and in one such case Archibald saved me. In return, I told him that he could have one wish that was within my power to grant. He wished for a lifetime of faithful service from me," she continues as she leads you out of one of the doors and to a small connected parking lot that's apparently for high-end employees and guests. Stopping in front of an old-fashioned but very shiny and immaculate black town car, she turns to face you. "Of course, as he pointed out on his deathbed, neither of us specified at the time <i>whose</i> lifetime he meant, and that if he directed me to serve his chosen successor, that was included in faithful service to him for my own lifetime."\n\n"Wait, wait. I mean, isn't that kind of like slavery?" you object, holding up your hands in negation.\n\n"Hmmmm. If you wanted to look at it that way, I suppose a little?" Murielle says, putting a fingertip to her lower lip and glancing upward, seeming utterly unperturbed by the idea. "After all, I made a vow to him, and I'm bound by that vow until released from it, so I suppose if you were to look at it from that point of view I am magically required to be your 'slave', as it were." Then she smiles and shrugs. "But only if you choose to look at it that way. I've always considered my service to your great-uncle to be of my own free will, and even with the 'loophole' he found, I'm not upset... mostly a little embarrassed that I never noticed it myself. I certainly don't mind becoming your assistant the way I was his... I've done it for almost seventy years now, and while not a particularly large chunk of my life, it is quite comfortable and pleasing to me by now."\n\n"... Hunh," you murmur, rubbing the back of your neck as you try to process all that.\n\n"Hm. Alright, if you're still that uncomfortable about it, I will make you a deal," Murielle says, raising a finger. "If you want to release me from your service, you're free to do so at any time... to make up for anything else you lost out on in the inheritance, if you do it now, I'll make you the same offer I made Archibald, any one wish that it's within my considerable power to grant. Otherwise, we can get in the car and make our way to my office to go over some things, beginning our relationship as master and servant, over which I assure you I'll hold no hard feelings at all."\n\n<hr>\n[[Release her.|AustinElf]]\n\n[[Get in the car.|AustinElf1x2]]

You do your best to give a breezy laugh, waving a hand. "Hey, I'm twenty-two, alright? Guess the moisturizer and working out shows though, huh? Hey listen, where are the strapons...?" you add, super casual and easygoing, glancing around as if you came into places like this all the time.\n\nThe counter girl quirks an eyebrow, then points. "Go down the row in front of you all the way, turn right, then go straight to the wall, can't miss 'em."\n\n"Great, thanks," you acknowledge as if you were barely paying attention, strolling off down the aisle and ignoring your pounding heart. Whew! You've pulled it off! Resisting the urge to giggle, you head down the row of vibrators and turn right as directed, walking all the way back to the wall... only to realize that there aren't actually any shelves over here. There are some racks of plastic-sealed toys off to the side, but the only thing directly in front of you is an 'Employees Only' door. Just as you're turning to see if you did miss them somehow (despite being assured you couldn't), you hear a soft noise and feel a pinching sensation in your neck. Your hand is only able to go halfway up before your whole body seems to go limp, and you crumple to the floor, your skateboard clattering and rolling away from you as you stare up at the ceiling, mouth agape due to not even having any strength in your jaw.\n\n"Neat, huh?" The counter girl leans into your vision, holding up a small device that looks a bit like a flaregun with a thinner barrel and some sort of cannister on the top. "I actually really love this thing. The darts are expensive, but they're worth it." She tucks it behind her back, then leans down to scoop her arms under yours, lifting you up and turning, dragging you over to the Employees Only door. "Obviously it mostly gets used on the real creeps and weirdos, people with dangerous mental problems or who don't understand proper boundaries, you can imagine. Those I just toss outside in the gutter for the community to deal with as they see fit." She pauses, releasing one side of you briefly to tap on the keypad above the door handle, before pushing it open and grabbing you to haul you through again. "But as you can see, it also works great on unaccompanied minors, who obviously have other, better uses than <i>that</i>."\n\nThe back area is much brighter and more new-seeming than the part outside, though still relatively cluttered with a variety of things that look like they probably go in the 'furniture' section of the store. It's to one of these that the counter girl drags you after relieving you of your bag, a sort of hump-shaped thing that, once she's slung you over it, you wind up almost on hands and knees, your palms not quite on the floor and knees slightly off it as well. She fastens a pair of built-in manacles over your wrists and upper arms, then snags a ball gag off a nearby shelf and presses it into your mouth. You're helpless to even make a sound of protest as she works it back and forth, getting it pressed between your teeth and pushing down on your tongue before she fastens the strap behind your head and tightens it. Working a foot pedal at the side of the thing, it lifts up with soft hisses like a pneumatic jack, until you're lifted up into the air with your face at about chest height, the toes of your sneakers dangling off the floor.\n\nThe counter girl disappears again, though you can hear the door opening and closing again. There's a brief pause before you hear the door again, and then feel a hand slipping into the pocket of your jeans. You can't do much more than start drooling a bit around the ball gag as she moves to sit down in the rolling office chair in front of you, leaning your skateboard against the desk before folding her legs and opening your wallet. "Let's see here. 'Cyan LaChance'. Sixteen years old, learner's permit but no driver's license. Tch tch tch, you shouldn't put off taking the classes, you'll only kick yourself later," she scolds with a mocking smile, waving the little laminated card at you while you're stuck silently both fuming and internally trembling. "Well, Cyan, my name is Aerin, and you are, as you might guess, in a lot of trouble. Not very smart, is it? After all, someone who comes into a place like this and lies, they're not very likely to have told anyone where they were going, hm? Certainly not their parents. Maybe a friend, but even if the friend breaks down and tells an adult, all I have to say is 'No, no teenagers in any time this month' and they assume you got snagged on your way here. If I was some bulbous, bald middle-aged sweaty guy, sure they'd assume I was lying, but this face?" She brings her hands up to 'wing' out from her chin, fluttering her eyelashes.\n\n"Oh, that's right, you still won't be able to talk for another minute or two," she says after a few seconds, grinning. "So let's do some more investigating, shall we?" She tosses your wallet on the desk and gets up, moving to your side again. You manage the faintest 'mmf!' of protest as she gives your ass a squeeze, then slips your phone out of your pocket. Ha! At least she won't be able to unlock it, she's out of luck there! She's totally...! ... pressing your thumb to the button. Suddenly you're realizing that maybe you should have listened when your phone pestered you to use multiple security methods. She sits back down and gets comfortable, folding one leg over the other as she taps at the screen. "Let's seeee, girls that come in here usually have such interesting things in their phones. Let's check your camera roll, shall we?" Glancing up and looking even more amused at your little grunts of denial, her finger makes a few pokes at the screen. \n\n<i>"Okay now look up at me and tell me you love licking my pussy."\n\n"I love licking your pussy."\n\n"No, now <b>c'mon</b>! Say it like you mean it, baby, you're down there naked between my legs licking me, you may as well fess up, huh?"</i>\n\nYou can feel your face heating as Aerin's own lights up like a kid seeing presents under the Christmas tree. "Oh <i>my</i>! Oh now this... this is so much better than the usual naughty selfies and dicksucking videos! Look at you go!" Her tongue flicks over her lips as she uncrosses her legs, slipping a hand down to lightly rub at her denim-clad crotch as the noises of your video continue. But only briefly, before she taps the screen again to pause it. Standing, she leans in almost nose-to-nose with you, holding up the screen to show Karen's reluctantly pleasured face. "Now, it doesn't exactly take a genius people-reader to tell she is not the most enthusiastic participant in your little tryst. So how about it, would you like to come clean and explain just how you got this pretty girl, who looks like the real 'rich cheerleader' type, doing your bidding and licking your pussy?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Shake head!|GGKaren]]\n\n[[... Nod.|GGParent3x11]]

Now reeeally doesn't seem like the time to let your recent power plays go to your head. Slowly, keeping your eyes on hers, you give a single nod. Grinning, Aerin reaches to the back of your head and loosens the strap, then tugs a bit on the front of it to help the ball gag slip out of your mouth, the wet rubber falling to hang around your neck.\n\nAt first your words slur, your vocal cords apparently still a bit affected by whatever she tranqed you with, but gradually your voice comes back to you fully as you spill your guts. Starting from spotting your father's car and going into the phone store, you describe discovering him and Karen in their little tryst, and recording it with your intentions to blackmail her. Since she seems to want the full story, you include the bits about faking out her boss to keep her from being discovered, and how you resisted the urge to launch directly into your demands, instead waiting until you could meet her in private at her place. Your face burns again as you describe your activities there, but since she seems to be so interested and as long as she's listening she isn't doing anything else to you, you try to be as thorough as possible, even admitting the bit about how you enjoyed pleasuring her just because it was such a power trip. You wrap up with admitting that you wanted to make her cum her brains out all weekend, and thus all the stuff you did figuring out a store you thought you could buy some toys from.\n\n"Mmm, and if you'd fessed up about your age, you probably would have gotten away with it too, cute stuff," Aerin says as you wind down, standing up and stepping over again. She runs a fingertip along your jaw and around to your chin, making you shiver, partly at the implications of her touch, but much moreso at the thoughtful, wicked smile on her lips. "Still, I'm actually rather glad that you didn't. Because I got to hear <i>such</i> a tale because of it. And look at you... so cunning, so cruel, and yet not the <i>wrong kind</i> of cruel that it wouldn't be fun. I like that. I like it a lot. So here's what I'm going to do, Cyan. I'm going to make a deal with you."\n\nShe settles back into the chair, sprawling in it like it was a throne, her smile widening. "On Friday, I'm going to drive you to Karen's. You're going to tell her that the two of you are going to a party instead... I'm sure you can use a combination of your wits and the leverage you have on her to make her do so with a minimum of fuss. And then, once you have her in my car, you will drug her, and help me with bringing her to a secret location. There she will be stripped, cleaned, decorated, and auctioned off to the highest bidder as their property to do whatever they will with. As a special introductory offer, to help whet your appetite and show you the benefits of working with me, your cut of my profit from her sale will be a whopping forty percent. And that's just the first of many possible rewards." She flicks at the purple-dyed section of her hair with one hand, feigning a bored look. "Of course, if you deny me after getting my hopes up like that, your fate will be... much worse than it would have originally been. I can be very cruel myself, when my hopes are raised only to be dashed, and not the particularly fun kind of cruel." She pauses, then smirks at you again. "Well, not fun for you. So what do you say, Cyan? I assure you that you'll get much more out of your toy this way than you ever would have otherwise."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGParent3x12]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGParent]]

'Human trafficking' seems like such a huge leap from 'blackmail', but then again, it's not like you have a lot of choice. Swallowing, you nod again. "Yeah, okay, I'll sell Karen with you."\n\n"Good!" Aerin rises to her feet and walks over, giving your thighs another few squeezes. At first you think she's molesting you again and squirm around on the block, but apparently she was checking how much of your strength had come back since she presses down on the pedal and lets your feet settle to the floor before unlocking the manacles on your arms. "Alright, I'll meet you one block over from your house, at the corner of Cherry Street, at 4:45 on Friday." As you're making sure your legs are firm under you, she retrieves your wallet and skateboard, offering them to you along with your phone. "Since you told your parents you'd be sleeping over with her, I'll make sure you have somewhere nice to spend the weekend. A luxury hotel room maybe? I'll even be extra generous and pay for it out of my part of Karen's sale. I really want us to get along after all, I think you have a lot of potential."\n\nYou nod a little reluctantly at her smile, still not entirely sure how you feel about this whole thing as you take back your things. As you're heading for the door and stopping to pick up your bag, you hear her call "Oh, Cyan?" and turn back to face her. She's still smiling, but her eyes have gone sharp. "Should you have an attack of conscience and think of telling someone, it wouldn't work out well for you. Just saying. I'd strongly advise you get good and comfortable with that devious, plotting part of your soul that started you on this course and embrace it fully. Because anything else? Well, what's that term they have for winding up in a situation that is a fate that could be a bit worse than death?" She rubs at her chin, before grinning widely again. "Oh, right. 'Bad End'. You don't want a Bad End, do you?"\n\nSwallowing heavily, you just nod again before hurrying out the door, and then out of the shop, practically throwing your board onto the street and taking off. The trip home passes in a blur, and once there you settle down to sit on the side of your bed, feeling an entirely different sort of numb than you did earlier. You've... you've agreed to sell Karen into slavery. To save your own skin, admittedly, since from the sound of it, the most you could have hoped for was being sold into slavery yourself. But now what? Can you really just go along with this? She threatened you if you told anyone, but she can't really be that powerful, can she? She's just a... a porn shop employee, or owner, or whatever, with some really dark connections in the underworld. Surely this isn't like some TV crime thriller where she owns the police, how could she possibly have that much money or influence if she's still running a porn store?\n\n... Still. What if she is? And if she is... and she's offering you an in with that world...\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell someone.|GGParent3x13]]\n\n[[Go with it.|GGAerin1x1]]

No, no you can't do it, it's just too much, it's too far! Blackmailing someone for a bit of fooling around is one thing, but... but this?! You've hit your limit. Taking a deep breath, you resolve yourself to bear the brunt of whatever fallout might hit you, and face up to the fact that you have to do something.\n\nThe question is, what do you do, now that you've resolved to do something? Obviously you need to tell someone, including your own sordid tale... but surely that means they'll believe you, right? Why incriminate yourself if the rest wasn't true? But who to tell? You could go to the cops, but what if they don't believe any of it? You could tell your parents... well, maybe one of your parents specifically, telling them as a duo seems like it might risk getting, uh, sidetracked by other revelations. Or maybe you could just tell Karen herself... after all, she's the one in danger, and she's rich, surely that means she has other options for dealing with something like this, right?\n\nWho to tell?\n\n<hr>\n[[The police.|GGParent3x14]]\n\n[[Your mother.|GGAerin]]\n\n[[Your father.|GGAerin]]\n\n[[Karen.|GGKaren]]

You'll just have to go to the cops. After all, that's what they're there for, right? Also hopefully your delivery of someone engaging in human trafficking of teenagers will lead them to overlook your own... misdeeds... but even if not, you've still got to do what's right. Taking another deep breath, you push yourself to your feet and head back out of the house, heading for the nearest police station. If you wait, you're likely to get cold feet, and you don't want to find out what would happen if you just failed to show. Hopefully the police can actually protect you from whatever Aerin was threatening.\n\nOf course it takes a little while for the desk clerk to actually believe you when you say you're there to report human trafficking. Deviville isn't exactly the sort of place you'd expect to be a hotspot for that kind of thing, after all, and you look like a bored teenager. But finally he calls over a pair of detectives, a man and a woman in semi-casual suits, who take you into a room that's uncomfortably obvious as an interrogation room, and urge you to tell your story. In a bit of fits and starts, you begin at the same general spot as the story you told Aerin herself. Withering a bit under their stern looks at your admissions (and definitely leaving out the more prurient details of what you made Karen do), this time you continue on to arriving at The Hoard, and everything that happened after: Aerin directing you to the door so that she could drug you, what she said she did with the other people she'd drugged, her various molestations, and the threats and offers she made to get you to help her procure and sell Karen.\n\nOnce you're done, you sit in silence, fidgeting as the detectives confer with each other in whispers. Finally, the woman... Detective Aurora, you think she said her name was... turns back to you. "Well, Cyan, this is certainly a tale. We probably would have dismissed you as a crank, but... you understand the seriousness of the crimes you're admitting to, don't you?"\n\n"Y-yeah," you murmur, bobbing your head while still staring at the floor. \n\n"Then we believe you," Detective Denver says, standing up and redoing one of the buttons of his jacket. "Alright, Cyan, we're going to start looking into this Aerin person. We'll probably need to call in the FBI, considering, but for now the most important thing is to get you somewhere safe."\n\n"Come with us, sweetheart," Detective Aurora adds, in a more gentle tone as she stands as well, offering you a hand. "For now we'll take you to a secure part of the station, and then to a safehouse. Your parents can join you soon."\n\nWon't that be a fun conversation, you think with a sigh as you take the woman's hand and let yourself be tugged to your feet. They rest their hands on your shoulders and show you out of the room, turning down a hallway to make your way along. You pass through several secure doors, which you guess does make you feel a bit better. Although you wrinkle your nose a little as a smell starts to hit your nostrils, and a faint sound begins growing louder. As the next secure door is opened and both the smell and sound intensify, you can't help but ask, "The secure part of the station is the kennels?"\n\nYou haven't quite finished speaking when you feel the alarmingly familiar sensation of a needle being jabbed into your neck. Your eyes widen even as your body goes limp, sagging to be caught by Detective Denver, who starts hauling you along with your sneakers dragging along the floor. "Hey, Aerin warned you, kid," he says in a rather amused tone as he carries you down the rows of cages, barking German Shepherds pressing close to the doors or even jumping up against them at the presence of a stranger in their domain. He stops in front of the last cage, its door open, and you're left staring at a somewhat familiar hump-shaped device, just with leather straps instead of metal manacles and no pedal. You're helpless to do anything but internally scream as Aurora steps forward to pull off your shoes and socks before unbuttoning your jeans, hauling them and your panties down with several good, hard yanks. Much like Aerin, she gives your ass a squeeze, though this time directly skin-on-skin, also helping herself to a few rubs of your bare pussy with her fingers before she steps around, grabbing the collar of your shirt and yanking on it a few times until it tears, ripping it off of you and leaving you naked. Denver hauls you forward again, into the kennel cage and flopping you none too gently over the padded hump, grabbing your arms and legs and pressing them into place while Aurora does up the leather straps, fastening them tightly, doing the one around your middle as well, insuring you won't be going anywhere even when your strength comes back.\n\nYou can hear heels on concrete, and another woman's voice saying, "I called Aerin as soon as the little bitch mentioned The Hoard. She confirmed we should go ahead and do a kennel job on her."\n\n"Figured, she loves that one for anyone that tries to rat on her," Denver snorts as he shoves a ballgag in your mouth, Aurora doing up the strap with businesslike efficiency before she gives your bare, jutted-out ass a few more pats. "You bring the stuff, then, Chief?"\n\n"Here."\n\nAurora leans over, and you can feel the needle's pinch in your ass. A sudden rush of heat passes through you, quickly chasing away the numbness and leaving you to struggle against the straps, grunting and trying to scream through the ballgag. Your movements turn twitchy and jerking, however, as the heat just builds, but even moreso between your legs. Your pussy would feel like it was on fire if it wasn't so wet, and you're left whimpering and moaning, your hips involuntarily bucking and twitching in an instinctive plea to be fucked even as you try to voice your protest. You feel halfway relieved as the corrupt detectives leave the cage, since apparently neither of them is going to take advantage of your state.\n\nYour mind barely has time to process the sound of nails clicking on concrete and tags jingling before the dog mounts up. You give a wail of protest through the gag that halfway through turns into a scream of pleasure as the furry beast settles onto your back and thrusts into you, your sodden pussy spasming as you cum the instant he enters you. Your eyes roll as the dog begins fucking you, trembling as orgasm after orgasm passes through your body. The climaxes feel like they're battering your brain, like that long, hard, inhumanly-shaped cock is trying to churn your mind into pudding as it pumps into your cunt. You're completely consumed by the feeling of that furry body above your bound naked one, the wash of his hot, smelly breath over the side of your face, the sound of him panting and huffing as he fucks you. It's only as if from a great distance that you can vaguely hear the three people behind you talking.\n\n"Usually takes about two days to break them, right? And then, what, another three to get them where she likes them?"\n\n"Yeah, about that. Think the dumb bitch told anyone else?"\n\n"She said she didn't, but we oughtta round up the parents and a few of her closest friends all the same. The mom can go in 'visitor room' number two, we'll distribute the female friends to other stations. We'll send out some cars to pick up the guys, hopefully get the dad on the way home, Aerin can tell us what to do with them once we have 'em. And of course we'll just pick up Karen on Friday and deliver her to Aerin as scheduled."\n\n"Real smart move, bitch," Detective Aurora calls in to you with a snort, even as your eyes roll again and your body trembles in another dog cock induced orgasm. "But don't worry, in a week you won't have enough brains to feel sorry for yourself!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGParents3xEnd]]

Your excitable little wolfgirl does her animation as you select thief class, watching her clothes change to what's best described as a leather halter top, leather pants, and soft-looking leather boots. Nice texture work, you've gotta admit. You'd expect to get a screen to customize colors and features and such, but instead get something asking for traits.\n\nThese sound pretty generic sorts of stat bonuses and drawbacks, you think as you read over them. But the algebra-doing players are gonna be going insane over the fact that none of the descriptions have any numbers in them.\n\n<center>Choose your character's trait!</center>\n\n[[Long Odds|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character is the luckiest thief, pickpocket, and gambler in the world! ... as long as they don't push that luck. Eventually your thief's luck will always run out, if you don't learn to get out while you're ahead. (So probably a gradually increasing bonus to certain thief skills, but if you keep using it in a short period of time, eventually you'll get a "crash".)\n\n[[Always a Way|GGWOWplaceholder]] - When more traditional methods don't seem to work, there will always be a way for your character to find a way out of a bad situation... they just might not like it very much. (So probably you'll get some sort of "escape" ability, but it will come at the price of status effects or stat minuses or something.)

"Let's just look around in the woods, at least a little," you suggest. "I know you're probably bored of them, but not everyone has what's practically an entire forest behind their house."\n\n"I guess," Kevin sighs, with a long-suffering tone that says he's purely humoring your not-forest-having self. "If that's what you really wanna do, man."\n\nThe next morning after breakfast, the two of you load various things into your messenger bag and Kevin's backpack and head off into the wooded area behind the house. You know you're probably a little old to get excited about just walking around amongst some trees, but man it's hard to get over the fact that you can just wander around in nature like this. Kevin looks bored at first, but soon perks up as the two of you yammer about this and that spot where you've had fun before.\n\nEventually the two of you come to a small stream, about five feet across and maybe a foot deep, burbling along over a slightly rocky bed. Kevin blinks down at it. "Huh. I don't remember this being here before."\n\n"Me either," you agree, looking around. "Maybe we came further than we thought?"\n\n"Maybe," he allows, though he doesn't sound like he believes it.\n\nYou eye the stream. That would be pretty weird, if it just suddenly appeared there. What to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go tell someone.|QOKevWoodsPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Follow it to its source.|QOKevWoods1x1]]\n\n[[Just cross it and keep going.|QOKevWoodsPlaceholder]]

"WHAT?! Young man how dare you?!" Professor Hawker demands with a scowl, thoroughly derailed from her previous demands by your suggestion. Just as you'd hoped. "If you're some sort of political or religious activist or something, let me tell you, I-"\n\nEven as she's speaking you're exhaling and working your glove controls with slight twitches of your fingers. The intakes on the inside of your mask quickly suck up your exhalation (your nose is kept separate now) and cycle it, adding aerosolized Catalyst to enhance the effect and increase the cloud size, while other chemicals neutralize its ability to activate someone's genes. You're pleased that there's hardly any lag time before the vents send a long stream of grey vapor towards her, almost hitting her in the face even as she's in the middle of speaking. She starts coughing, the action just making her inhale more of it.\n\n"What?! What is this?! It smells like... lemon?! Young man, there's... there's no vaping in... in..." She seems to be struggling to focus enough to even remember what she was trying to yell about, her frown becoming more thoughtful as she coughs lightly a few more times.\n\n"Isn't it so stressful, pretending to be in control, pretending to be strong and decisive and a leader?" you say in the smooth, relaxed tone of voice that comes easily to you now. Of course the speakers help... you've programmed the electronic alteration so that it makes the sound waves match more closely with brainwaves. You stroll forward slowly, continuing to speak in that steady, even tone. "Isn't it tiresome, having to be so in charge of everything? Decisions for the school, decisions for your students, decisions for your family, decisions for yourself," you say almost soothingly as your mask emits another cloud of grey fog.\n\n"I... that's..." She stammers a little, obviously struggling to think, her eyes glassy behind her spectacles. She wobbles a little in place, her voice coming out a bit distant as she admits, "Yes... it's difficult... being in charge all the time... making decisions..." She shakes her head a little, some part of her mind obviously still struggling as she blurts out, "Somebody has to make the decisions!"\n\nHa, perfect. You can't help but smile beneath your mask as you give one last light puff of vapor and assure her, "That's alright, I'll make all the decisions for you from now on. I'll tell you what to do and you'll do it. You'll never, ever have to make decisions for yourself ever again, you'll just get to do what you're told. You can just settle in, and know that your place is beneath me, doing what you're told."\n\n"But... but..." She wobbles a little in place again, staring at you. "... you'll make all the decisions?"\n\n"Yes, you don't need that pesky free will anymore. Just let it go and give it to me."\n\nIt's like she almost relaxes, her shoulders slumping a little, the tension going out of her stance, the faintest hint of a smile curling her lips. "Yes. Yes, that sounds nice. Please make all the decisions for me from now on. It's nice to know my place. Thank you."\n\n"Oh, you're quite welcome," you chuckle. Just as you suspected, focusing on the traits of submissiveness and a calm, empty mind made her pliable and eager to give up her free will with just a bit of pressure from you. Theoretically she should still be able to use all of her skills and knowledge... just that she's ceded over all authority in her life to you. And it wasn't even difficult! Now, the next step...\n\n<hr>\n[[... making more slaves.|GasGwyn]]\n\n[[... enjoying your new slave.|GasGwyn]]

Isn't that what various potheads and comic book writers are always saying? That drugs can expand your consciousness and unlock your creativity? You're pretty sure that's bunk as far as most stuff goes, but this is something else.\n\nStill, obviously something you should wait on. Stopping stroking your cock, you flop your hands to the sides of your head and just watch Allen as he jerks off in the hazy warm air of the room. In your current state you feel not the slightest hint of shame or confusion at watching another guy stroke his cock as he moans softly and writhes gently in pleasure. It's all good, right? He's feeling what you're feeling and that feeling is amazing, just let him enjoy it. Eventually Allen spurts all over his fingers, cum dribbling down over them and his balls, right about the time that the mist is starting to clear and the apartment's look and smell returns to normal. Hands now moving just a little shakily, he pulls his underwear back up over his cum-smeared crotch and redoes his fly, getting to his feet with a distant mutter about being hungry and walking, just a little wobbily, out the door.\n\nOnce he's gone, you grab some wet wipes and clean up a little, but don't bother getting dressed any further, just flopping back onto your bed in nothing but the thin long-sleeved shirt you're wearing. Okay, mind enhancer, mind enhancer... you imagine your brain lighting up with energy, like one of those goofy meme pics, as you inhale and even your breathing. Soon your breath is coming out in sparkly blue streams that settle over you, smelling of extremely sweet coffee and something else like lavender or 'seaspray', whatever that is. But you really can feel your mind beginning to race... there's a sudden clarity as well beneath the now almost constant fog of relaxation and pleasure you've developed. Yes... yes, everything's becoming clear now, about what the Catalyst does, about what it's done to you, about how your new ability works. But more than that... you begin to realize that you could do more. Just the way it is now, your ability to affect others is limited, but... but you could do way more with the right equipment.\n\nGrinning, you get up and head down the hall to take a quick shower before getting dressed and heading out. Let's see, you'll need scents and flavors that can easily be rendered aerosol, and there's an obvious place to get them. You visit several vape shops, the first a very small, limited just to buy a pen and some liquid (which you don't bother to charge or fill properly, it just needs to look like it's working, after all). The next few higher-end and more specialized ones, you talk to the owners about exactly how mixing the flavor-scents works... at first they're not particularly overeager to share their secrets, but after a few clouds of feel-good vapor from your lungs, they're eagerly sharing everything with you, your expanded mind gobbling it all up and improving on it, knowing exactly what to do with the large amounts of chemicals they agree to sell you. Next, you'll actually need to be able to store the various chemicals and little bits of machinery you're already designing in your head, so you head off to a store specializing in punk-goth-cosplay clothing. You find a long, hooded jacket, black with literally glowing neon trim (it uses AAA batteries but you're sure you can improve on that) and some almost matching baggy black cargo pants, and a long-sleeved black shirt t-shirt with a glow-in-the-dark biohazard symbol on the front, and some gloves that don't come all the way to the wrist. That coupled with some boots will give you a really cool look, you think... it all would have been expensive but a faceful of happy-gas convinces the girl at the counter to use both an employee discount and a super saver student discount.\n\nThat night, around eleven, you return to the sciences building decked out in your new clothes. You've been giving yourself 'hits' of your smart gas throughout the day until you're relatively certain by now it's permanent. Either way you can always make more. Between watching Cal work the system and your enhanced intelligence it's not particularly hard to get inside and head back to Cal's lab. The whole place is as abandoned as it was last night, but this time without even your well-intentioned benefactor. The masks he used to administer the Catalyst are still sitting out, and with a lopsided grin you pick one up. It's partially been modified to your purposes already, why not make use of it? Besides, it's almost sentimental. You easily hack into the lab's computer, looking up everything there is on the Catalyst. Confident that you could make it on your own from scratch if necessary, you loot some of the stores of it Cal's already synthesized and get to work, building various storage containers, tubes, and little bits of mixing and direction equipment into the lining of your jacket, as well as a series of controls into the insides of the gloves so that you can control them with slight twitches of your fingers... an extremely precise method but you're smart enough to handle it now.\n\nYour work completed, you fasten on the mask, which you've added straps to to keep it fixed more properly in place with no possibility of it slipping or coming off. Among other modifications you've added a pair of external vents rimmed in green LED strips, with large vents on the sides and smaller ones around the rims to allow you to direct your output as necessary. You check the smartwatch you took from Allen's side of the room and refitted to work with your getup... everything's showing green. Heh. You pull up the hood of your jacket and stroll out into the hall, wondering where you'll find a good test case at this time of night.\n\n"Hey! You there! Exactly what do you think you're doing?!"\n\nAh, there we go. You turn around to see the speaker, spotting a woman who must be a professor to judge by her age and style of dress. She looks like she's probably in her mid-late forties... still quite nice-looking, with just a few wrinkles around her eyes and the corners of her mouth to show her age. She's definitely not trying to look particularly fetching, though, wearing her black hair pulled back in a tight bun and a rather unexciting and plain dark pants suit, her only possible hint to fashion being that the top few buttons of her blouse are undone. She frowns at you, eyes hard behind the lenses of her almost stereotypical librarian glasses. "What <i>are</i> you wearing, young man? I don't think you're even one of the students, how did you get into this building? I'll call security!"\n\nTch, she'd have been better off claiming she'd already called them, though you still wouldn't believe her, her body language shows that she's so absolutely certain of her authority that she thinks she can cow you just by standing there. "Well, Professor..." you start, your voice coming out with a slight but obvious electronic tint from the speakers hidden inside the vents. You flick your eyes to her security badge. "Hawker, before I answer that, let me ask you. Don't you think you'd be happier if-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-you just relaxed?"|GasGwyn3x1]]\n\n[["-you didn't have to think anymore?"|GasGwyn2x1]]\n\n[["-you knew your place?"|GasGwyn1x3]]\n\n[["-you didn't think you were so strong?"|GasGwyn4x1]]\n\n[["-you had a more simplistic outlook?"|GasGwyn5x1]]\n\n[["-you were young, dumb, and full of cum?"|GasGwyn]]

Wow, this stuff is just, like... making you light-headed and giggly and you actually feel really amazing. Your eyelids become heavy and you smile beneath the mask as a pleasant tingly, light sensation spreads through your entire body, a sort of faint all-over pleasure suffusing you like warm sunshine washing over your skin, but the warm sunshine was also countless little hot naked fairies rubbing their hands all over you and whispering that you're the best thing in the universe and-\n\n"Hey. Hey, Gwyn."\n\nYou blink a few times, realizing someone's shaking your shoulder. Blinking and trying to focus, you stare up at Cal for a second before actually recognizing him. "What?" you ask a bit thickly, your voice muffled by the mask. \n\n"The treatment's done, the Catalyst is all gone," Cal says, pointing at the cylinder beside you. "Anything? Any changes?"\n\nYou blink a few more times, then can't help but giggle a bit. "I mean, it was fun, I've gotta say, but nah, man, I don't particularly feel like a superhero."\n\nCal sighs heavily. "I guess it didn't work." He perks up a little, then, as he adds, "Or maybe it just needs time to." His expression becomes a little wry as he looks at you. "Either way, looks like you had a lot more fun than I did. C'mon, I'll show you out."\n\nStill feeling a bit pleasantly foggy but much less so than before, you follow Cal back down the hall and to the elevator, both of you exiting. You wince in both surprise and shock at the gleam of sunlight in your eyes... wow, apparently the procedure actually took a long time, how long were you in that... really fun state? Except now you realize you're practically starving, so after bidding Cal good morning you hurry over to the cafeteria. Loading up heavily enough that even the otherwise jaded employees stare at your slender self carrying a couple of heaping plates to the table, you wolf down the food. Man, that... it a lot better. You head back to your dorm room and flop down on your bed, noting that Allen isn't around, but since he hasn't texted you or left a note, he's probably out eating as well.\n\nMan, though... you've never been one for being chemically altered, but you have to admit, that Catalyst stuff was a lot of fun. You lay there staring at the ceiling, thinking of that relaxed, all over, important feeling, and then let out a long sigh. You're a little surprised when your breath comes out as a stream of thick, dark grey fog, even heavier than if it was outside on a cold day. What the heck? But as the cloud drifts down over your face, you smell that same spicy-sweet scene from earlier, and the beginnings of warm, tingly pleasure rushing through your nose and throat as you inhale. Whoa! It's the same stuff! Continuing to focus on your memory of the sensation, you continue to exhale soft streams of grey smoke and then inhale it again, that warm, stroking, pleasurable feeling once again suffusing your body. This time, in your own room and comfortable on your own bed, you find it easy to give in to the natural impulse to fish out your stiff prick and start stroking it slowly, enjoying that mental feeling of hundreds of tiny worshipful hands and lips and tongues touching over your cock and balls as you pleasure yourself lightly.\n\nYou're only vaguely aware when some time later the door opens and Allen walks into the foggy room, visibly jolting back a little as he turns from closing the door and sees you laying half-naked in bed still stroking yourself, a load of cum smeared on your belly below your slightly pulled-up shirt. "Dude! Come <i>on</i>! If you're gonna do that at least put a sock or something on the door, and whatever you're smoking, you can't just... you can't... what <i>are</i> you even smoking, that smells... it's... wow..." His voice becomes slower and fainter the more he talks, until he finally just trails off, his green eyes glazed over and his cock visibly hard in his pants. He sniffs a few more times, seeming uncertain whether he's trying to identify whatever strain of whatever it is he thinks you're smoking or if he's actually, really trying to get more of a hit of it. Either way after a second he murmurs, "Ah, fuck it," and flops onto his own bed, the motions of his hands a little dreamy and oversmooth as he undoes his pants and pulls out his own stiff cock, starting to similarly stroke himself.\n\nYou just grin. Ha, yeah, that seems about right. Whatever the Catalyst did, it obviously gave you the ability to recreate its affects on you... and it works on others too, clearly. Hm... if you could do that, maybe you could do other, similar effects too? You wonder if you could...\n\n<hr>\n[[... make the two of you even hornier.|GasGwyn]]\n\n[[... make Allen obey you.|GasGwyn]]\n\n[[... expand your mind.|GasGwyn1x2]]

You eye the book. Isn't it more of a song than a nursery story? Though you notice it's one of those with the little sound button on the corner, the kind that changes depending on what page you're on. With little else to do, and a bit of curiosity as to just <i>why</i> it was chucked at your head, you start turning the pages. Someone's gone through and pasted stickers of raptors (obviously also from the gift shop) over the pictures of the little old farmer himself, to make it look like the dinos are wearing his straw hat. Isn't that just adorable, you think sourly.\n\nAnyway, old MacDonald had a horse, ee-yi-ee-yi-oh. With a yadda yadda, and old MacDonald had a cow, ee-yi-ee-yi-who gives a fuck. Sighing, you turn the page, then find your vision swimming as you try to focus on it. You glance up blearily and see that Jane and Callie have already slumped over. Who knew they were so tired? Your brain slowed too much to realize anything might be wrong, you look back down on the page. Old Mack Donald had a firm? And had a... see aych... eye? Ee-eye-ee-oh? You topple forward, your forehead impacting the button at the corner of the page and setting it off with a spirited "Buck-buck-BUCKAW!"\n\nYou groan as you come to. You've never been drunk before, but you're pretty sure this is what a hangover feels like. You try to get your eyes to focus, and don't exactly like what you see when you do. You're in a large room with all sorts of robotic arms and equipment attached to the ceiling, though otherwise it seems to have a wide-open floor plan without any clutter. You're being held spread-eagled and upright in the air by a quartet of said arms, their metal clamps wrapped around your wrists and ankles, and you've been stripped completely naked. Callie and Jane are in the same situation, with Callie at your side and Jane on her other side. "What's going on?"\n\n"Most likely the brain raptors got tired of trying to get me to unlock more scientific secrets for them, and have instead decided to use some of what they've already figured out on us for their own amusement," Callie answers calmly, squinting a bit over at you without her glasses.\n\n"What sort of stuff have they already figured out?" Jane demands, trying to put on a tough face despite looking around desperately to see if any of the raptors are nearby.\n\n"Oh, from the looks of this room, advanced gene therapy. It's what we used to create them, after all, makes sense that they'd want to puzzle it out first. This is where we put human genes in them, but I imagine they've found the stores of other animal genomes and the settings for intensity. Oop, here we go!" she adds almost cheerfully at a whirring of servos from nearby.\n\nA trio of arms with injection needles on the end swings down in front of Jane. Her eyes go wide, but you can tell that she's trying to steel herself, giving only a quiet 'Mmf!' as the long needles are pushed into her neck, her chest (piercing the supple skin of one breast), and most wince-inducing the front of her crotch. The glowing green cylinders on the other end of the needles slowly begin to empty with a soft hissing sound, and now Jane lets out a yowl, shuddering in the restraints and then slumping against them as the needles pull out and the arms buzz away, your companion huffing and panting as if out of breath.\n\n"I <i>am</i> rather curious, and since I likely won't be in any state to focus on the sensations myself when the time comes, I have to ask... what does it feel like?" Callie asks, tilting her head.\n\nFor a moment you think Jane isn't going to answer. But when she speaks, her voice is a low rasp. "Hot... feels... hot." She trembles, leaning her head back and breathing harder, each one huffing out between her lips as if she were running a marathon. "Heart's beating... so fast... feels like it's getting bigger... feel tight..." She arches, grunting, and you notice that her lean muscles, already noticeable before, swell and bulge. You don't think it's just from her flexing against her bonds, as her fairly flat stomach tightens as well, quickly starting to show the definition of a six-pack. "Growing!" Jane gasps out, as if finally finding the right word for it after struggling.\n\nGrowing indeed, you discover as you watch with wide eyes. Not only are Jane's muscles growing more prominent, her whole body is, the robotic arms restraining her adjusting their position gradually as she gains height and broadness across the shoulders. Her face starts to push outward, showing her gritted teeth pushing outward as she begins to develop a muzzle, ears lengthening and tapering to points. You watch as the thick growth of dark hair at her crotch begins to change, becoming short brown fur that spreads up her crotch and belly like uncontrolled natural growth, but just keeps going, moving up towards her chest and around over her hips. You watch as her nails grow and curve, capping her thick fingers with thick, black ends almost like miniature hooves.\n\nYou'd noticed her breasts growing smaller and flatter as she became more muscular, but now notice that's not quite it... the nipples are lightening, flattening and becoming less distinct, even as her breasts become fully flat against her chest and covered with that brown fur. That still doesn't prepare you for the shock of seeing the front of her crotch start to bulge outward, expanding steadily into a thick black shaft as you can just barely make out the sight of her slit closing up. As the thick black shaft takes on more definition, its head beginning to flare, a new bulge forms at its base, black at first before brown fur grows over it and two almost baseball-sized orbs grow to fill it.\n\nJane tosses her... well, his now, you suppose... head, hair having reshaped into a mane as the changes to his face complete, the fur spreading over it and leaving him with a proper and literal horse face, a white streak running up the top of his muzzle and between his eyes. His feet, having lengthened and gained their own toe-caps, merge forward together into proper hooves, legs shifting to alter how he'd walk. Jane gives a twist in the restraints, tossing his head with a snort, a flick of dark hair showing off the horse tail you couldn't quite see growing. The motion also makes his erect, flare-headed cock wobble back and forth and his balls bounce... the shaft on that monster has to be at least eighteen inches long! Maybe more!\n\n"Jane?" you ask, your voice shaking.\n\nJane tosses his head again and lets out a wordless whinny, then another snort as he fixes dark eyes on you. Callie tsks, saying calmly, "Cerebral degeneration. Ah, that is, brain shrinkage. Or at the very least it's failed to keep up with the gene alteration. There's probably at least some human intellect in there, but I wouldn't expect many long conversations. Well, especially since he likely doesn't remember how to talk."\n\n"Is that... is that what's going to happen to us, too?"\n\n"Possibly. Though from what I've seen, they're more creative than that." She pauses, then looks over at you and grins cheerfully. Without her glasses, it's easy to see that her eyes are just a bit blank already. "And more sadistic."\n\nYou swallow heavily as you stare at the horseman that used to be Jane twisting in his restraints, occasionally letting out an annoyed whinny. What could be more sadistic than that?\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Sauria7x11]]

"Whew." The Giant pulls slowly out of his wife again. He glances down, noticing that the condom has slid almost a third of the way off, the thick white load filling the reservoir dangling off by a pulled-thin tube of latex. Snorting, he slips the thing completely off and ties a knot in the end. "Looks like that was a close call."\n\n"Mm." The giantess stretches, not even looking as her husband tosses the used condom into the trash to flop atop the other two already laying atop the mixture of tissues and papers. Neither of them give a used and discarded condom any more thought than it's due as they prepare for sleep proper. \n\nIn the trashcan, the thick load of cooling cum shifts inside the rubber tube as it settles atop its discarded red and blue brethren, then slips further down into the bin. By Tuesday, when trash pickup is due, their entire existence will have been forgotten, even as they're whisked away to spend a very long time in a landfill with the rest of the garbage. The purple one, through a quirk of fate, will wind up falling out of the truck just past the gate, and spend the rest of its days laying in the gravel, with the giant garbage men occasionally glancing at it and thinking that someone really ought to throw it away properly one of these days.\n\n<b>Cheerleader in Giantland</b> end - <i>A lonely used condom</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Eesh. Take me back to when I was trying to hold on in the bus.|CheerForest2x1]]\n\n[[Ew. Take me back to when Cassie heard stuff in the forest.|CheerForestStart]]\n\n[[Um. Take me back to the very start.|CharGenMain]]

You wind up on a shelf amidst similar other oversized candies and confections, which you have to assume are other unfortunate candy snitches who disregarded the signs. Apparently you're still something of a magical candy, since besides retaining your ability to think and see and feel, you regenerate over time, meaning that Tandy is free to make new fuck-holes in you as often as she likes. Of course she also occasionally licks on you or takes bites out of you, which feels even better than her thick, throbbing cock pumping into your red gummi body.\n\nThis goes on for years, with you sitting on the shelf and being used as a sex toy or watching other candy sex toys being used. You lose more and more sense of your self or memory of who you used to be, until all you can remember is being a big red candy sex toy longing to be gnawed on or stuffed full of dick. You watch enviously as Tandy stuffs the other candy-toys full of her cock or slides them up the pussy of her assistant Mandy, each time wishing it were you. You don't get to do many naughty things with Mandy, being more of a cocksheath, but one time Tandy does stuff you up the pretty redhead's cunt and then fuck you, leaving that tight, dark hole gripping around you, cherry-flavored slime dripping onto the sheets from her pussy juices mingling with your substance as they slide over your surface.\n\nOne night, long after you've forgotten who you were and after you've been largely forgotten by the world, Tandy gets particularly drunk and gets particularly exuberant with you. You're left with gaping holes in your thick gummi body as Tandy fucks you all the way through at random angles, and finally gobbles you down in your entirety. Thoroughly perforated and then devoured, there's nothing for you to regenerate from. Of course, being completely eaten (finally) gave you so many orgasms on the way out that what remained of your mind was likely destroyed anyway.\n\nOh well. What a way to go!\n\n<b>Gamer Girl Candy Shop</b> end - <i>Cummy bear</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

You never really seem to get around to leaving Harry's room, or even really getting dressed, ever again. More often than not, one or both horse mascots are in the room with you, your cock buried in one of their asses, or their cock buried in yours, or both. You can be a wanton slut kneeling to stroke and lick and both of their cocks while rubbing them together, or you can be a raging top, pounding away at their ass-sheaths while calling them your bitch. Everyone takes it up the ass and gives it up the ass freely... really, about the only thing that they never return the favor on is you deep-throating their cocks, but their mouths are made of black mesh. Not their fault.\n\nYou never seem to get older, get tired, or stop being able to cum as many times as you want to. If there's not a tight hole to fuck or a big rod to suck, there's at least weed to smoke and your own cock to stroke. No job, no responsibilities, and apparently mascot jizz even keeps you from getting hungry. You're in teenage boy heaven... well, assuming the teenage boy likes big foam-rubber horsedicks.\n\nLife turned out pretty awesome, if a little weird.\n\n<b>Worldland Mascot</b> end - <i>True threesome with Harold and Herschel</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Well that's interesting, wonder what would've happened if I'd left?|HaroldHorse5x2]]\n\n[[Let's see what kinda weird shit the other mascots get up to.|WLMascotsStart]]\n\n[[Actually, let's head back to character generation, I'm bored of Worldland.|CharGenMain]]

When you think about it, why is this really a question? If you wanted a challenge or tamer results, you could've played the normal game instead of the debug version! Grinning, you make the tweaks to Shampoo, then finally answer Ranma, who luckily doesn't know much time has passed. "Let's head into the Nekohanten."\n\n"Sure," Ranma says breezily, the two of you heading on through the door, which jingles merrily to announce your presence. "Hey, Shampoo!" Ranma calls to the girl standing near the counter.\n\nShe whirls around instantly. You kind of wonder if your tweaking of her character sliders had a bit of effect... for one thing, she seems to have foregone the concept of 'pants' in favor of white stockings hugging her lush legs, and her pink silk Chinese dress is cut high enough to show a lot of very bare hip. (She could still be wearing panties you guess, just very high-cut. ... And without much in the way of a band to show under the silk.) \n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/pmVfngb.jpg>\n\nHer eyes immediately light up, a smile on her face as she leaps towards Ranma, thudding into him without quite enough impact to knock him down, generous breasts pressed to his chest. "Nihao, husband!" she chirps, kissing and nuzzling at his face, which Ranma endures with only a bit of squirming. "Oh, also nihao husband-cousin," she adds, at least giving you a bright smile too. "You come by to spend time with Shampoo?" she asks as she settles down from Ranma a bit.\n\nGrinning, you move to stand on her other side. "Yeah, we thought we'd come over. Y'know, see you, have some ramen, fuck."\n\n"Ohhhh." Shampoo's grin turns positively wicked as she turns a bit, reaching her hands out to cup your crotch and Ranma's, fingers deftly finding the outlines of your pricks through the cloth and rubbing a bit. "Shampoo betting husband and husband-cousin not exactly married to that order, hm?"\n\n"Not necessarily, no," you agree with a bit of a moan, grinning at the way Ranma is blushing and squirming, and even with his lowered worry threshold doing a few glances at the door. Both of you, however, look a little shocked when Shampoo squats down, balancing on the balls of her feet and practically sitting on her heels as she snags the two of you by your waistbands and pulls you in a bit closer, before using that same grip to tug down the front of both pairs of pants.\n\n"H-hey, Shampoo, right here, in the restaurant?" Ranma asks as his mostly-hard cock comes spilling out, Shampoo immediately wrapping a hand around it (her other wrapping around yours, obviously). "Are you sure this is a good ideeeeennnnh," he trails off, eyes rolling just slightly and sinking mostly closed as Shampoo slides her mouth over the head of his cock, bobbing just a little bit as she apparently does some fairly impressive tonguework. She bobs her head just a bit, turning it back and forth as she does, for several moments before drawing back a bit and smirking up at him.\n\n"Ranma no worry, shop not open yet for almost twenty minutes. No one come in!" Then her smile turns wicked again as she adds, "Probably." Her tongue flits out and licks over the tip of his prick to silence any worrying at that, before she turns her head and starts giving you the same treatment, that thick purple hair swishing lightly and the little silver bells in her forelocks jingling just a little as she bobs her head. You see why Ranma had the reaction he did... you expect your face does much the same thing as you feel her tongue rolling smoothly and quickly around your cockhead, washing back and forth along the underside, her soft lips rubbing and stroking over you as she moves her head. Shampoo's stats indicated she was always eager to please... just your tiny tweak seems to have done a <i>lot</i> for that tendency.\n\nShampoo continues to work you both over, her hands stroking the lower halves of both dicks constantly whichever one she's sucking and licking. You're actually surprised how little she seems to be biased for Ranma... she seems to be giving you every bit the enthusiastic blowjob she is him, bobbing her head until those pink, pretty lips bump up against her fingers, rolling her eyes up to watch your face as she tongues your balls, and of course doing all of this for her beloved Ranma as well. Ranma keeps just occasionally glancing at the door, and if anything his very mild nervousness gives you an extra thrill, reminding you that the two of you are standing in the middle of an unopen but unlocked restaurant that's supposed to be getting a lunch rush any time now. That and Shampoo's skillful work soon has you coming to the edge, Ranma's gasping and moaning indicating he's there as well. Grinning, Shampoo pulls both of you in closer, sticking out her tongue and opening her mouth wide, pumping you both faster until you and Ranma are both spurting long, thick ropes of cum across her tongue and into her mouth, though plenty of it still winds up on her lips and cheeks.\n\nClosing her mouth and very visibly swallowing, Shampoo stands up and picks up a napkin off of a table, dabbing delicately at her face as if she'd had some slightly messy soup. "Mm, is good not start shift hungry," she announces as if it were a very important bit of news, nodding firmly once before giving her wicked grin again. "Well! Husband and husband-cousin has had some fuck, want ramen since is almost opening time?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Have some ramen and go.|RanPP]]

Hm. Shampoo had the bigger boobs, right? And wore the cute little tiny Chinese outfits? Yeah, okay, choice made. Before you answer Ranma though, you touch the pendant again to bring up the debug menu. It looks like various people inside the nearby buildings are in range... oop, better go ahead and disable Mousse and Cologne since they're directly inside the building, that's not just tempting fate that's slapping it in the face, otherwise. Now, as to Shampoo herself...\n\nThe way you see it, you have two options. You can either lower her (already rather low) inhibitions and ramp up her (already somewhat high) libido each by a little bit, but it should be enough that as long as you have Ranma with you, she'd be up for pretty much anything no question... in other words, Easy Mode. Or you could just leave her as is and see if you and Ranma can talk her into it... she probably wouldn't be willing to get quite so wild and insane, but it'd be a somewhat more "authentic" experience you suppose.\n\n<hr>\n[[Easy Mode.|RanPP12x3]]\n\n[[Authenticity.|RanPP]]

Yeah, better to stick together. The laws of narrative causality this sim probably runs on might run you over, but you'll deal with that if and when it happens. Now, if you want to have a bit of threesome fun, you're probably going to need to tweak Ranma a bit more. Opening up his profile again, you consider for a few moments before increasing his libido (more like activating it, geez it was set low), and lowering his general fear of getting caught doing anything that might cause one of his fiancees to become enraged if she sees him with another one. After a few moments' consideration, you move his sexuality slider over a little from 'Heterosexual' to a setting you figure probably counts as 'Subconsciously Curious'. \n\nYou close out the menu, and Ranma blinks, looking as if he might briefly have been aware of something odd happening. Then he shrugs a little and glances over. "So, you decided or what?" He doesn't seem that different... maybe a little more relaxed, now that he doesn't have a vague backround worry about being splattered for any misstep with one of the girls that likes him.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ukyo.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Shampoo.|RanPP12x2]]

There are times when even trying to entertain yourself just seems more effort than it's worth. So you settle in to a long string of pointless flash games, opening and then closing things to read, and in general just being a complete lump of a human being. Ah, the bright summer days of youth.\n\nYou're jolted somewhat out of your mild daze by the sound of a car door closing. Pushing your chair a bit closer to the window, you peek out and catch a glimpse of your mother coming up the front walk. A bit early for her, but not that unusual. You do a quick glance at your computer screen to see if there's anything incriminating on the screen, then glance down and consider putting on some pants. ... Eh. Maybe if it was Dad, but not exactly anything to be embarrassed about with the other lady of the house.\n\nYou listen to the sound of her coming up the stairs and walking down the hall, waiting to see if she knocks on your door. But no, she continues on down the hall and to her own room, apparently figuring you're either deep in some virtual world or maybe even out.\n\nWhich isn't to say you can't go say "hi", at least...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go say hello.|GGParent4x1]]\n\n[[Nah.|GGParent1x1]]

You look into her eyes, and realize with a feeling that is both bleak and passionate that you're completely done for. You once thought you'd nudge one of your "friends" in front of a train to advance yourself. Now that you're Maeve's "friend", you realize that you'd let her do it.\n\n"Yes. I'll stay with you, fight with you, whatever," you mutter almost sullenly, but look up to meet her eyes. She almost seems shocked for a moment at what she sees there, then her fox smile perks her lips and her eyes warm and glitter. She leans in to kiss you briefly, then steps back a bit.\n\n"I am truly happy to hear that, Layla, you have no idea how much." She leans in for another quick kiss, then steps back a bit. "Here, give me a moment." She closes her eyes, moving her head just a bit as if searching for something on the inside of her eyelids. Then she opens her eyes and smiles again. "It shouldn't take her but a moment."\n\nIndeed it's only a few seconds before the door opens and Erika peeks in, before stepping fully into the room. "Everything okay?"\n\n"Yes, Erika, it's all been worked out, thank you," Maeve answers with easy good humor, giving her wand a flick and rendering all three of you instantly naked.\n\nYou glance down at yourself, then grin at her. "You've really got to teach me that one, Maeve, especially if I can hit someone with it from under a desk without getting caught."\n\n"You'd have to be careful, I think one or two of the teachers have started to catch on that it's one of mine," Maeve replies dryly, leaning in to kiss you, then doing the same with Erika as she walks over. Then she wraps an arm around each of your waists and pulls you in close, bringing all three of you tightly together. You can't quite actually kiss this way, but you are able to flick your tongues against each other in a lewd approximation of one. The fact that it's cultured, elegant Maeve initiating something so utterly pornographic has you almost sopping wet in no time, your whole body thrumming with warm eagerness radiating from low in your belly.\n\n(TBC)

Eh, maybe she had a hard day and cut out early to relax. If she's trying to release some stress with a long shower, you don't really want to distract her from that, lest her ire land on you instead. Not that she's an angry person usually but hey, everyone can have a bad day.\n\nYou go back to wasting time on the computer, minutes wandering off into oblivion. You almost jump out of your skin as something off in the corner makes a loud trilling noise, causing you to jerk your head in that direction. ... Holy crap it's the phone. As in, the actual landline. The only reason you even still have that thing in here is that you always liked the style of the one you picked out when you were a kid, and have never bothered to get rid of it. Who calls on a landline anymore?\n\nYou notice the little light on the side of the phone blip on as it stops ringing. Hm, your mom must have picked up. Your interest is sort of piqued just because you honestly can't remember the last time someone called the landline... Deviville has <i>extremely</i> strict laws against robocallers and telemarketers, so it seems unlikely to be one of those. Hmmm...\n\n<hr>\n[[Listen in.|GGParent2x1]]\n\n[[No, that's wrong.|GGParent1x2]]

You resist the desire to snoop, knowing that you'd probably feel bad even if it was completely boring. Your parents do respect your own privacy quite a bit after all... who are you to invade theirs? You turn your attention back to your computer screen and do your best to ignore the allure of the little glowing button.\n\nThe next time you think about it is about five minutes later when there's a knock at your door. You glance at the phone reflexively and see the light's out, check your screen for porn, and kick a bag of something under your desk before calling, "Yeah?"\n\n"Cyan?" The door opens a bit and your mother peeks in briefly before actually walking into the room. The two of you look a lot alike, as you've often been told... she's a bit taller and more full-figured (genetic, not just age, you know), and her hair's undyed and clipped in a short but professional style, but other than that it's like someone cloned you from her. Other than getting your dad's side of the family tree for body shape, you're all her. "Hey, I brought some work home with me, and I'm going to be taking photos in the downstairs living room for awhile. It'd probably be annoying for everyone involved if you were here too, so..."\n\nShe grins and holds up a pair of twenties, wagging them a bit. "Here. Hit the mall or the movies or whatever. Just go ahead and skedaddle, okay? I really need to get right to work and can't have you walking through the area in the middle of things."\n\nSomething's setting off warning bells in your head. This sort of thing certainly isn't unheard of... you've been scrammed before, for one or the other of your parents to work, or so they could have "private time". But usually it involved more notice, less money, and there weren't any odd landline calls in close proximity to being asked to do it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Gift horse, mouth, etc.|GGParentPlaceholder]]\n\n[[This bears looking into. (Heh. Horse. Bear.)|GGParent1x3]]

"Uh, yeah, sure." Plastering a grin on your face, you snag the money from your mother's hand and watch as she retreats to the hallway. You haul on some jeans that seem mostly clean, check to see that you've got your phone and wallet, and then head downstairs and out the door, your mom trailing you the whole way. Yeah, something weird is definitely going on. You do your best to seem nonchalant as you grab your keys and head out the door, but you feel her eyes on your back as you head down the sidewalk.\n\nYou get to the corner before doubling back and cutting through a few yards, before carefully approaching your own yard, and one particular tree growing in it. You shimmy and scramble your way up, grunting your way through what you distinctly remember as once being pure fun, before settling on a nice thick branch that's outside your own window, but conveniently hidden from outside view by plenty of leaves. (Yeah, that heavy set of drapes over your window isn't just to keep out the hideous sunlight.) Incidentally, it also gives you a fair view of both the front and back yards.\n\nThus you have a pretty good view as a woman you've never seen before comes strolling down the sidewalk, then does a discrete check around before ducking for the backyard fence entrance. You blink in surprise, focusing on her. She's got long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and fastened with a fancy golden clasp, and she's wearing a rather nice black pants-suit that flatters her figure without being snug. You're not quite sure what to make of it as she quietly knocks at the back door and waits for your mother to answer.\n\nWhat happens then almost makes you fall out of the tree. Your mother doesn't just answer the door, she draws the other woman close and kisses her. Not some polite, chaste little kiss on the cheek... you actually see her mouth opening and tongue poking out some before they make contact! You flail just a bit and have to re-clasp the branch to steady yourself, and when you look up you almost fall again... they're not only still kissing, but your mom is grabbing her ass! They practically tumble inside, the door closing behind them.\n\nYou feel dizzy, your head swimming with the impact of what you've just seen. Admittedly, you'd started to suspect your mother was having an affair... but with another woman?!\n\n<hr>\n[[You've gotta tell your dad!|GGParentPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You've gotta do nothing.|GGParent1x4]]\n\n[[You've gotta... go check this out.|GGParent10x1]]

"C'mon, that's the one," you murmur to Arachne, heading toward the Alv's group.\n\n"Oh noooo, not them," Arachne whines, covering her face with her hands. "Do we have to give them a <i>close up</i> view of our titles...?"\n\n"Look, they've already seen it, and anyone else we approach will see it too, let's just go," you answer with a sigh, reaching back to grab her upper arm and pull her along with you. Indeed, as you approach, the group starts snickering, but mostly they keep it quiet as the two of you arrive.\n\n"Yeees, can we help you?" the blonde Alv asks. She's obviously been working on the voice a bit... she's just tall enough to pull off having a slightly husky voice as it is, you could <i>almost</i> think it was just that, if you hadn't heard her laughing yesterday. Still, even with that, you imagine she'd turn quite a few heads... she's almost as tall as you are, with breasts bigger than her head, wearing a skintight black shirt with a green vest over it and a pleated green short skirt, with thigh-high black boots with high heels.\n\n"Um, yeah." You cough a bit, feeling more nerves now that they're all staring at you, but manage a grin and press on. "You guys looked like you were considering going out to do some combat. We thought we'd see if you needed two more to party up with."\n\n"I see." She quirks one perfect golden eyebrow, giving her head a slight toss to make her long, wavy locks shake and glimmer in the early morning sun. If she didn't sound vaguely like Dr. Girlfriend, she'd probably be able to charm the pants off of a king or something. Her pretty red lips quirk up in a grin, and she points a slickly-manicured fingernail in the general direction of your name and title. "Before I answer, I need to know... just what is up with you being a 'Dire Wolf's Bitch', darling?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell the truth.|GGET4x3]]\n\n[[Bluff.|GGETPlaceholder]]

"Uncle Buddy, I think you should throw a <i>good</i> Halloween party this year!"\n\nYou blink and glance up from the book you were reading, looking at the pair of teenage girls in front of you. Ruka and Mikki had to go out of town on business, leaving Tara in your care, the slender young woman's blonde hair falling down to the level of her jaw, pale blue eyes serious as she looks at you. The speaker, Kara, has glittering hazel eyes and her mother's olive skin, and though she's a bit shorter she's a bit more developed in the chest. Evan and Kate scheduled their own vacation specifically in like with Ruka and Mikki's trip so that the girls could spend the time together... they are, to their understanding after all, half-sisters, with Evan being the 'donor' for Tara. You were more than happy to host the pair, making sure they get ferried to and from their school, making them dinner or taking them out to it, all that sort of thing.\n\n"What, my Halloween parties aren't usually good?" you ask with a bit of a frown, closing your book and setting it aside. \n\n"No, they are," Tara replies, frowning a little and nudging her half-sister with an elbow.\n\n"What we mean is, a party like the ones you <i>used</i> to throw," Kara adds with a broad grin, folding her arms. "Before we were born."\n\n"Uh-huh." Raising an eyebrow, you muse aloud, "And how exactly did you two find out about that sort of party?"\n\n"We pay attention. People talk... like, not specifics, but y'know." Kara shrugs a little. "I overheard someone say there's never any parties like that anymore, so I asked Mom and Dad what they meant. They just blushed and grinned a bunch and said it was a good party but you probably wouldn't have one like that again. And it's not like we're stupid and can't figure that out, y'know."\n\n"Our birthday <i>is</i> in late July," Tara adds dryly.\n\nYou do have to admit that it was a hell of a coincidence that the two pregnancies came to term on the same day just because they were conceived on the same day. Probably why the two of them sometimes act a bit more like twins than half-sisters. They certainly do look a fair bit alike, despite the... circumstances. Of course you have your own theory on that. Brushing that aside for a moment, you clear your throat. "I'm pretty sure all four of your parents would gang up to kill me and alibi each other if I threw that sort of party and let you attend, girls," you hedge.\n\n"They won't be back until November, though," Tara points out.\n\n"And we'll be in costume and wear masks, so no one will know it's us!" Kara adds enthusiastically. Then her smile turns wicked, and she exchanges a quick glance with Tara before looking back at you. "Tell you what, Uncle Buddy... why don't we prove to you that we're, ah... mature enough for that sort of party?"\n\n"Mhm. We'll prove it to you," Tara adds smoothly, as the two of them sink to their knees in front of you, hands starting to run up and down your thighs and over the bulge of your balls and steadily increasing pressure of your cock through your jeans.\n\nYou watch, caught somewhere between horror and intense arousal, and thoroughly unable to make yourself make them stop as the sisters lean in to rub their cheeks along your thighs and nuzzle at your crotch. And then they're working together to open the jeans up and tug them and your underwear down and away, giving soft, varied sounds of delight as it springs free. Whether this isn't their first time, or they've just been planning this awhile, there's no hesitation as they lean in and start sucking and licking at your balls, at your shaft, their heads moving up and down to deliver soft, sucking kisses and flicks of their tongues, several times rather shamelessly kissing each other around your prick and sucking one another's tongues despite being sisters.\n\nOf course, since you know the particular details surrounding Kara's conception, the possibility actually being half-sisters should be a long shot. And yet now, somehow this situation, seeing them from this angle, confirms the suspicion you've always had. Maybe it's the set of Kara's eyes as she looks up at your face, sliding her lips down over your shaft and starting to bob her head. Maybe it's the particular blue color of Tara's eyes as she too stares up at you, one of your balls in her mouth and her tongue working it, both of them simultaneously pleading to be allowed to attend a fuck-party and for your cum.\n\nBut as your daughters diligently suck your cock, you slowly feel an old, infernal smile curling your lips. Maybe... maybe Satan can come out to play again.\n\nJust for awhile.\n\n<b>Buddy's Hell-Party</b> end - <i>The next generation</i>

"I think I smell vegetables, or something," you reply slowly, blinking in surprise.\n\n"Vegetables? Really?" Coach Morrison blinks, then gives you a wry grin. "Interesting information, Amanda, but not exactly sure how it's helpful in our situation."\n\nAs if on cue, both of your stomachs growl, helping to emphasize that you missed the bus's stop for dinner and that doing so was hours ago. The two of you blush in embarrassment, then break out in laughter at the looks on each other's faces.\n\n"Well, when I'm wrong I'm wrong. Maybe a produce truck overturned around here at one point and left seeds or something." She sniffs a few times, then nods. "Yup, I smell it too now, it's definitely that 'farmer's market stand' smell. It can't be too far off the road, let's have a look."\n\nThe two of you carefully step off the packed earth of the road and into the treeline, Coach Morrison aiming the flashlight downwards. Luckily it seems the mist is clearing up, because soon you spot the curling vines and colors of a vegetable patch. It looks more like someone's odd little secret garden than a random growth from forgotten veggies... the earth is tilled into nice little mounds, and the vegetables look healthy and bug-free.\n\n"Wow, quite a little harvest. Weird place for it." Coach Morrison looks around, even sweeping the flashlight up. "Huh, apples too. At least we have choices on what to eat."\n\nYou nod eagerly, looking around at what there is to offer. \n\n<hr>\n[[Have an eggplant.|CheerForest]]\n\n[[Have a tomato.|CheerForest]]\n\n[[Have a mushroom.|CheerForest]]\n\n[[Have an apple.|CheerForest]]

"I think we're supposed to go to the left," you say, pointing at the map. "It should be only about twenty minutes to Hendricksville that way." Coach Morrison nods and hauls on the wheel, obviously resisting the urge to tilt her body as she guides the old grey behemoth towards the left fork in the road.\n\nFive minutes later the bus emerges from the trees and onto a long country road, the mist starting to fade away. In another twelve minutes or so the signs of Motel 6's and Shell stations start popping up and the cheer squad bursts into spontaneous whooping and applause. Coach Morrison calls a cheerful "Settle down" until she finally pulls the bus into what looks like a promising place. It's one of the sorts that's made up of several long buildings grouped together with the rooms all in a row and what's effectively a long shared porch outside of all of them. The paint looks fresh, the roof green and the walls white, and there are only a few other, rather nice-looking vehicles parked in the lot. A sign with a large double H proclaims it the Hendricksville Hotel (which it's not really, but oh well, Hendricksville Motel lacks that alliterative flair), and that it offers free cable and a swimming pool.\n\n"C'mon, Amanda, let's head inside and get the rooms," Coach Morrison says as she swings the door open and trots towards the office, you hurrying after her. Inside, the grandfatherly man who's working the desk makes genial chitchat with the adult woman as she asks for seven double-bed rooms and pays. When the keycards come out (wow, they've updated to those even out here), he sets them in front of you.\n\nYou pick up the fourteen cards, pondering. There's thirteen people on this trip... twelve students and the coach. Generally common sense would say that the teacher would get a room to herself, but she did ask for seven double-bed rooms, not six double-beds and a single. But you also know that one of the cheerleaders, Hanna, absolutely <i>hates</i> sleeping in the same room with other people. So you could give Hanna her own room and room with Coach Morrison yourself, or you could follow typical social etiquette and let the adult have her own room while you room with your friend Cassie and just pair Hanna with one of the quieter girls.\n\n<hr>\n[[Room with Coach Morrison.|CheerMotel1x1]]\n\n[[Room with Cassie.|CheerMotel2x1]]

Fighting games are fun, and popular, and everyone expects them to be online nowadays. Like an MMO, there's lots of people interacting with each other, and thus lots of chances for them to be naughty with themselves or one another. The question is, how best to evoke that naughtiness? You consider as you look through the various fighting games you have installed on your PC, thinking what would work best as a model.\n\nWhen you find the one, you know it immediately, grinning. Of course, what do people want more than to play a fighting game? They want to play <i>every</i> fighting game! With characters that aren't even in fighting games normally too! Hm... unfortunately, as it is, you wouldn't be able to hijack the existing game. It's too spread out and distributed... you'd have to just catch people with copies you'd altered, and that seems far too slipshod and unreliable. If you're going to do this big, you want to draw in everyone possible, so that you can draw energy off of everyone that does something naughty in it or because of it. You're going to have to create a new game, one that appeals on the same levels as this one and can steal its audience.\n\nObviously, the sheer amount of sprite work involved would be nearly impossible without a community working together... actually, no, no way you can do sprites, not and compete with the original. They'll have to be high quality renders, both to draw in players, and literally to draw in players, since the better-looking the models the more you'll be able to pull someone's consciousness into them. Luckily, you have magic woven with programming to help you out... all it takes is ripping some decently high-quality preexisting models from other fighting games, and you're able to build a sort of magical 'template' to put other models people have made or that are from non-fighting games through. After some further tweaking and work, you actually have it down to a drag-and-drop system on your computer. Download something as simple as a 2D sprite file from the original game to a program window on your computer, and in under an hour it spits out a thoroughly-rendered and already enchanted character file for you to load into your own game.\n\nThe enchantments are layered, and it's a good thing that you automated the process, because casting them on each file as you made it would be both time intensive and energy-draining. Even as it is to build up the reservoir for the computer to use requires a few months of kinky sex with your friends, your parents, random stray dogs, that sort of thing. Luckily the more you refine the process, the less of the reservoir it uses. But each character, and the game itself, is able to do a number of things: it draws the player's consciousness into the game, so that from outside they'll still appear to be sitting there and playing absentmindedly, while from their own perspective they'll actually <i>be</i> that character, in body and partially in mind, though still aware that they've become that character from themselves. Then, should they return to their own body at the end of the match, they'll forget just how vivid the play experience was, merely remembering it as an intense bout of gaming they enjoyed. It will become an almost addictive experience, wanting to go again and again, eager to dive back into that character or a new one and engage in battle.\n\nWhich of course will make them more likely to run afoul of some more permanent fate sooner or later. Should they meet some lewd Bad End sort of scenario in the course of a match, their existence will stay that way inside the servers forever... and thus forever provide you with the lewd magical energy. Their bodies will disappear the moment they're no longer actively observed, and similarly any trace of your game will be completely wiped out. As well, the more lewd magical energy is stored on the servers, the more likely such fates are to occur, and the more powerful you'll become. Indeed, as you work on it, you figure out a way that certain players will be imbued with a little bit of wicked witch power themselves without actually becoming wicked witches... but they will be primary perpetrators of lewdness, on the prowl for new victims, pumping more lewd magical energy into the servers until they too one day fall victim to some other power player or even random chance, and become prey, returning all their own stored-up energy into the reserves. It's a flawless plan, and you're rather smug as you release the first build of SIMFITE (Super Immersive Multiplayer Fighter Intense Training Engine) onto the web.\n\nOf course you've left out a few very special features, and released a slightly nerfed version of the character generator to go along with it... this version will only accept 3D models to make it more believable to the uninitiated, and it calls back to your own server to get the magical energy to avoid any early mistakes. But you need to give the game time to spread in its non-lewd variety, instead purely with "vanilla" fighting... releasing it with the lewds front-loaded would be a tad too obvious and might attract too much unwanted attention. No, it needs to get good and spread out first, let people get frustrated by their somehow thwarted attempts to add in any significant lewds themselves, before you step it up.\n\nOne day you check the tracking software, and grin as you notice the seven figure download number and the six figure active players. Oh yeah, it's definitely time. You open up your personal SIMFITE program and go through to character select. It's updated with not only the vast roster of characters you released it with, but all the characters that have been added in by others since then from other games. But you ignore those and head for the cackling demon head in the corner, selecting it with your controller. This opens up a new roster of special characters that aren't available to the general public, only to you: the Lewd Fighters. Of course, once you release a patch update eventually, all the fighters will be lewd fighters, but these are especially geared towards debauchery. You can feel free to play around with them using the userbase as much as you like until you've had your fill, and then, well.\n\nNormal SIMFITE players are matched with each other randomly, or they can pick matches with people they know via user ID or local matches. Your interface, however, is set up to give you access to the entire online player and character roster, giving you multiple search options but defaulting to sorting them by the series they're from and the character they're playing. Thus you can pick whatever target you like from those available to try your Lewd Fighter on. You've also set it up so that once you're in a fight, you can start a new round whenever you want, and there's no 'best of three' rule... you can start new rounds and keep toying with the character/player until you're done with them!\n\nFirst let's try...\n\n<hr>\n[[John Bigballs.|GG-FF-BB-Start]]\n\n[[Rapeball.|GG-FF-RBStart]]\n\n[[Tenta-Z.|GG-FF-TZStart]]\n\n[[Poison Alter.|GG-FF-PAStart]]

"That's right, you'll be my weak, submissive little-dicked cock addict," you practically purr, leaning forward again and grabbing your father's waist, starting to actively fuck him again. Your cock throbs all the harder as you hear him whimper and moan with your renewed pounding, his voice sounding a bit higher than before.\n\nAs you fuck him, you watch him start to change... this is no subtle growth like your mother's tits, so you're sure it's happening this time. But you're too lost in how good fucking him, dominating him, <i>changing</i> him feels to be shocked. You watch as his shoulders and hips gradually narrow, his muscles becoming less defined, his whole body slowly shrinking. Even his ass feels like it's getting tighter around your cock! His lightly toned ass loses its tone and rounds out some, and though you don't have a good angle to see it, somehow you can just <i>feel</i> his cock shrinking, getting shorter and thinner by the moment, the thick growth of hair at the base of it slowly disappearing and leaving his smaller sack smooth and hairless as your own slaps against it.\n\nYou run your hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles shrink and shift, feeling his whole body lose years and tone. In a matter of minutes, your father looks like a boy maybe a little younger than yourself, albeit a fair bit more feminine-looking. His voice is even a youthful, almost girlish whimper as he begs, "Fuck me, please fuck me, I need your cock, master!"\n\nHe moans piteously as you pull out of him, before you flop onto your back and pull him to straddle you. He eagerly mounts up, reaching back to angle your thick, throbbing cock back to his already well-fucked boypussy, and then slides himself back onto you, laying delicate hands on your chest as he rides your cock. You run your hands up and down his slender hips as you watch his cute little four inch cock, pathetically small for a boy of even his apparent age, bounce as he eagerly works himself atop you. You nudge him back and he shifts his hands to rest on your legs, letting you watch his sleek little chest and belly arch, a bit of a bulge in his stomach from the size of your cock as he bounces on you.\n\nYour deaged father gives a long, girlish moan as you finally spill your load into his ass, your hands gripping his hips and hauling him down hard, grinding him against you. You hiss as you fill his teenage butt with thick gushes of your cum, feeling his boypussy squeeze all around you. Then you feel a wave of dizziness wash over you, as if the orgasm had been so intense it had caused a headrush. You give your head a little shake, but the odd, foggy feeling won't go away. You lay as you are, barely aware of it as your father dismounts and instead moves to take your cock into his mouth, lips spread wide as he gulps your cock down. Your mother crowds in beside him, her enlarged tits wobbling as she leans down to suckle at your balls, suck at the side of your shaft, and play her tongue over your cockhead along with your deaged father.\n\nThe pleasure combines with the dizzy feeling to leave you in a sort of hazy, pleasure-fogged daze. You're not sure how long the two of them work you over, both of them worshipping your cock and balls with their mouths... it could be fifteen minutes or two hours. Eventually you grunt and let loose with a fresh torrent of cum, both of them moaning happily as it splashes on their faces or falls on their jutting tongues. Giving a grunt, you look at your mother. "Take... take this cockslut..." You lightly slap your now slightly flagging cock against your father's cheek. "And get some more appropriate clothes." You last until they've both nodded happily and left the room before finally passing out as if exhausted.\n\nYou have a fitful sleep, tossing and turning. Your body aches and throbs, which you're aware of in a vague, half-dreaming way. It's like growing pains, but in every single inch of your body. You can even feel a tight, near-painful pressure along your gums, in your fingers and toes, in your forehead, down at the base of your back. When you awake, your entire body is slick with sweat, and you grown lowly as you sit up and put a hand to your head... then give a little 'ow' as you almost stab yourself. You look at your hand... then stare at it. It's a light red color, for one thing. Your nails are shiny black, long, and come to sharp points for another. You quickly leap out of bed and scramble to look in the mirror.\n\nIt looks like you kicked or pulled off your clothes at some point, because you find a naked reflection staring back at you. A reflection that definitely doesn't look like it used to. You're tall, for one thing, and your body is all lean, sleek muscle. You're also a lot more handsome than you were... or is it beautiful? It's kind of a little of both, you think in shock. Your cock's still quite long, even if it's soft right now... actually, you think it might be a bit longer than before, dangling well down your thighs, though there's not a scrap of hair there, or anywhere on your body below your neck that you can see. But even all of that isn't the strangest thing... you're red. A sort of pale red, like a bad sunburn, except it's obviously not that because it doesn't hurt (though you do feel warmer than before, come to think of it). Your fingernails and toenails have turned into black talons a half inch long, and you have a pair of short, pointed horns jutting up from your forehead. The sclera of your eyes have turned black, and your irises red. You even seem to have a tail... a stereotypical spade-tipped one, flicking back and forth behind you.\n\n"Not bad. It certainly could have been worse, I suppose."\n\nYou whip around at the sound of the familiar voice, then stare at the woman in your bedroom. It's Errana... but, well. She, too, is bright red, with a tail and horns... though her horns start behind and above her ears and curve forward. She also has wings, black ones, and her eyes glow a solid white. She looks you up and down, the shiny black bikini top she's wearing doing nothing to restrain the jiggling of her breasts as she moves her arms to rest one hand on her chin.\n\n"After all, your friend's still just fucking away at every girl he can get his hands on. At this rate he'll wind up turning into a semi-mindless lesser incubus and getting put down by the first upstart demon hunter to come along. You, on the other hand, seem to have metamorphosed into a Demon Prince... a very, very early, practically powerless one, but it's certainly a start."\n\n"Demon... Prince?" you repeat numbly, looking down at yourself.\n\n"Correct. Demon Princes are sex demons that are focused on both transformation and domination... they fuck mortals, men and women alike, and change them into forms more suitable to being submissive, slutty little generators of sexual energy." She smiles as she stalks forward, lightly running her fingertips along the newly defined muscles of your stomach, making you give a low 'mmf', your cock stirring slightly. "And here I was going to turn you and the other one into imps. What a loss that would have been. This could be much nicer... if you'll pay the price for me to teach you to harness your new powers, of course." Before you can ask, she smiles wickedly and says, "A soul."\n\n"My soul?" You almost expect the words to come out in a squeak, but they come out calmly and smoothly, if a bit worried. Huh... even your voice is sexier and more in control now, you suppose.\n\n"Well, if you want. You don't really need it in your current state anyway, it will eventually pop out on its own. I keep mine next to my bed... sentimental value, I suppose." She shrugs, making her barely-covered tits wobble again. "Or you could give me the soul of someone you've already dominated. Your mother or your father... you wicked thing you," she coos, reaching down to grip your shaft and squeeze. \n\nYou give a low 'mmf' again as she starts slowly stroking you, your cock thickening and hardening in her hand until it's standing fully. Still, you find it surprisingly easy to focus as you look at her suspiciously. "Just what will happen to the person whose soul I give you?"\n\n"If it's yours, you won't change at all. You're a demon now... you're not even using it, and as I said, you'll eventually reject it anyway. If it's a mortal, they won't die or anything." She shrugs, with more jiggling, though the motion of her arm as she slowly jerks your cock is already causing a fair bit. "But they will lose their personality. They'll still be capable of generating energy you can use just fine, but they'll be rather blank and unresponsive, so I suggest giving me the soul of the one you're less interested in." Then her wicked smile returns in full force. "But that's all I ask. Just one soul as a token of your willingness to proceed, and I'll teach you everything... how to change your own form, how to better control the forms you give others, how to use the souls you take, and many, many other things about being a demon. Now, what do you say...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Give her your soul.|QODPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Give her your mother's soul.|QODPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Give her your father's soul.|QODPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Offer her Kevin's soul.|QODPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Refuse.|QODPPlaceholder]]

Well... there is something to be said for being familiar with your own body. Making sure the door is closed, you strip down, piling your clothes at the foot of the bed, then running your hands down your body. Hm... not particularly athletic, not chubby, but overall fairly attractive... you wonder if Ryoko's body was actually like this, or if the treatment put you in a sort of 'default' state for her genetics? You slide your hands over your perky tits, giving a soft mmf as your tan nipples stiffen. They're surprisingly sensitive, more than your old body's were! You stroke fingertips across the puffy areola and moan lowly at the little shocks of sensation that sends through you, even before you give the stiff nubs a flick with your fingers. It really does feel amazingly good, and soon you sprawl onto your back on the bed so that you can focus on playing with your newly teenaged tits, squeezing them and toying with the nipples.\n\nYou're both surprised and somehow not at all surprised when, after some time of playing with your tits, you actually cum, your hips bucking and twitching in orgasm mostly just from stimulating your nipples. Moaning and panting, you actually slide a hand down between your legs and stroke fingers over your pussy... you're quite literally dripping wet, your fingers almost immediately soaked from tip to knuckle just from stroking yourself and sliding inside once. God, your pussy's almost as tight as...\n\nBiting your lower lip, you roll over onto your front and scoot up onto your knees, poking your pert little teenage butt into the air. You slide your other hand between your legs to resume stroking and fingering your pussy, while your now slick and dripping fingers are moved behind you, pressing to your tight little pucker and pushing inside. You gasp at the feeling... ohhhh, your asshole is even more sensitive to pleasure now than it was before, when you got that royal fucking from Katsuko! Of course, that thought brings the memory of it to mind, and before you can think better of it you're pumping fingers into your hot little cunt and tight little ass fantasizing about being bent over a table and pounded by Katsuko's thick cock, whimpering and crying out in a cute high voice all the while.\n\nEventually you let your fingers slide out of yourself, panting and rolling onto your back. You slip the fingers that were just in your pussy into your mouth, rolling your tongue around them as you suck up your own juices, wishing your fingers were a fat futanari prick instead. You blush some as you realize the course your thoughts have gone on... you should really be hating Katsuko, not wishing she was letting you suck her cock. Still... you press your already wet thighs together and squirm. You can't help but admit that you could really go for some cock...\n\nYou glance at the doorway, considering. Ryoko said that Kasumi and Setsuna would be perfectly happy to help you with your explorations of your new body... chances are one or both of them are futas, too. You could... you could call them up...\n\n<hr>\n[[Get fucked by the meidos.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Keep fucking yourself.|Kyoko1x3]]

"A game?" the Halfling asks, blinking.\n\nIt's some time later when you ask the question, and the four of you are making your way along a dirt road. Amon is on his pony a bit ahead, chatting up Astoriel (or likely hitting on her), while you've fallen back a little to be beside the small robed woman. "Yeah, a game. Well, kind of a thought exercise," you continue. "Something I picked up somewhere. Helps you center your mind and get everyone on the same page. Basically, explain what we're doing here like I'm someone you just met."\n\n"But I did just meet you. Oh! Oh, you mean like <i>just now</i>! As if you were a brand new person!" She perks up a little. "Oh, I like that, that's clever. Okay, um, let me see." She worries her bottom lip for a moment, before clearing her throat. "Alright, a few years ago Empress Missanda became interested in an ancient civilization that used to span across most of this world. She discovered that they had a set of powerful artifacts, the Dorugahn Buros, and she wants to acquire them. Her seers and researchers found out that they could be in hundreds upon hundreds of possible ruins and abandoned strongholds, or 'dungeons'. So the Empress has organized this massive search for them. Each group of four is assigned a dungeon to search, and hopefully find that it contains one of the Dorugahn Buros. If they find one, they must bring it back to her, and then each member of the party will be granted a vast fortune, lands and title, and a complete tax and tribute exemption for <i>ten</i> generations!"\n\nWhoa. You have to admit, that's a hell of a draw. (Something weird about 'Dorugahn Buros' though.) You have to wonder how that merits free horses and why the random teams, though, but Amora luckily continues. "Though the teams are supposedly randomized to 'keep things fair' and 'give everyone a chance', a lot of rumors say it's because the Empress doesn't want to risk too many longtime friends or companions being together and deciding to run off with the artifacts on her," she says, voice lowering to a whisper as she starts talking about rumors. "And of course, for such a grand prize, there has to be an offset. Anyone who fails to return with a Dorugahn Buros is bound in service to the crown for ten years. You can buy that off at a rate of 10,000 gold per year, so I suppose if you strike it rich in the dungeon you still might come out ahead."\n\n"So the crown gets its baubles, and a bunch of money or a bunch of free labor," you muse aloud. "Pretty sweet deal for them, all said."\n\n"But for the twenty-eight who are on teams that find Dorugahn Buros, they'll become small kingdoms onto themselves," Amora chirps, actually seeming quite chipper now.\n\nKingdoms that will owe allegiance to the Empress, so she also gets free 'governors' basically, so all around a pretty sweet deal for her. Still, the thought of becoming a sort-of queen does kind of appeal... you wonder if the vast fortune is vast enough to create a magical version of the internet? Er, or get you home, that too. "So we're off to the dungeon 'Morgas' to look for a Dorugahn Buros. I guess it doesn't matter if we get a dungeon without an artifact, huh? Still gotta serve?"\n\n"Well technically our years of service have already started. Apparently in the first two years, you can be sent out to other dungeons that either haven't been explored or no one came back from." She shrinks a little in on herself again at that last bit, then perks up again. "But at least Morgas is one of the nearer ones! We don't have to take a boat or even an airship to reach it." She pauses, then looks at you very seriously. "Do I win the game?"\n\nYou can't help but laugh at that. "Yeah, you're a winner, Amora." You want to add 'thanks', but it seems weird to thank someone for 'winning a game', so just grin at her and then turn your attention to mulling everything over. So, it's an artifact hunt. You find it, you win big. You don't find it, you're probably stuck with guard duty for the next decade. You've never much thought about what the lives of the generic city guards must be like in these games and that's because you always just assumed they must be boring as hell. Okay, so, try to find the artifact. With that you can either live like royalty or try to find a way home. Makes sense. Now if you could do something about the way the saddle is rubbing against your bare pussy... luckily your armor seems to be enchanted to provide magical protection even where it's not physically covering, so you're not getting rubbed raw or chafed, but the constant bump and stroke of the leather against you is... distracting.\n\nEventually the light starts to dim and Astoriel suggests finding a place to stop for the night. A spot for a campsite is decided on, and after rummaging in your bag (which is apparently a handy haversack, nice), you find a bedroll and tent that are relatively simple to put up. The four of you gather around the fire and Amon cooks some sliced beef from his rations, and the four of you chat pleasantly in a getting-to-know-you sort of way. Obviously you have to be a bit general with your details, but you manage, and eventually Astoriel rises and stretches. "Amora and I must rest to make sure our faculties are clear for our art, though I require less than she, I think. If the two of you would care to sort out the watches between you and simply wake me for the last one?"\n\nYou and Amon make noises of assent, and the elf and Halfling woman retire to their tents. Amon meanwhile begins slicing up an apple into the cleaned-out pan. "Bit of dessert never hurt anyone on the road," he says cheerfully. \n\n"Won't argue that, if you're sharing," you agree with a grin.\n\n"Of course! And while we're being direct about what we want, would you care to fuck?" he asks easily as he turns to rummage in his pack.\n\nThat makes you blink. "... Ah?"\n\n"Sorry if I misjudged, I'm not meaning to be rude, you just seem like the sort who prefers things direct," he answers, still full of casual cheer as he sprinkles ground cinnamon and some sugar into the pan. "So just consider it a friendly offer, nothing more."\n\n"You spent all day flirting with Astoriel, y'know," you point out, unable to help being a bit amused.\n\n"I did, and will likely spend a fair bit of tomorrow doing so too," he agrees easily, brown eyes twinkling. "And if I ever think she's likely to agree, I'll ask her too. I left you be since you seemed absorbed in your thoughts, and I'll leave you be if you ask. Or flirt if you ask. Or just be friendly if you ask. Just don't ask for commitment, I'm bad at that one," he adds, winking.\n\n<hr>\n[[Raincheck.|GGWar]]\n\n[[... Sure why not.|GGWar]]

"Darian, get in the middle of the bed on all fours," you order.\n\nHis eyes widen, since he obviously knows what such a position would mean, but he hesitates only briefly before climbing up onto the bed, his pert butt wiggling in the air and his half-hard cock swaying between his thighs. Hm, he's got a nice round rear, pretty girly if you do say so yourself... probably his mom had one that was just as well-shaped but even more jiggly at his age, you can't help but think. He stops and even shifts his knees a bit further apart, looking over his shoulder at you half fearfully, half expectantly as you climb up onto the bed as well.\n\n"Kelly, get his ass ready for me to fuck it," you continue, stroking yourself lightly again as you look over at her.\n\nThere's only the barest motion of hesitation before she moves to obey, like her son getting up onto the bed on all fours and crawling over to him, large tits swaying and generous ass jiggling. Ah, variety is the spice of life, even if it comes from the same gene pool, you think with a grin as she moves to Darian's side, shifting so that her tits are pressing against his back, spreading his asscheeks with her hands to bare his pucker. Darian wiggles and shifts in embarrassment, then gasps loudly as Kelly leans down and swirls her tongue over his asshole. Soon he's moaning softly, even occasionally letting out a humiliated, pleasured "Mom!" as she works her tongue over and inside his tight virgin hole. She certainly doesn't look like she's just doing it because she has to at this point, or perhaps she's gone with the idea that if her son's going to get fucked in the ass in front of her, she might as well try to make sure he enjoys it. Either way, you watch as Darian's half-hard cock slowly stiffens more and more under his mother's oral attention to his pucker, until it's jutting fully hard under his belly, pre dripping from the tip of it to match the line of saliva connecting Kelly's tongue and his now slightly gaping, slick, glistening hole as she raises her head and looks at you.\n\nMoving forward, you press the tip of your cock to that spit-lubed hole, then start to slowly push forward, Darian gasping loudly as your prick spreads open his virgin hole. Kelly watches as if hypnotized as inch after inch of your cock slowly disappears into her son's ass right in front of her, the boy writhing gently beneath his mother where her naked body is pressing against him. You take your time about it, enjoying not only the feel of that tight, hot hole spreading gradually open around you, but the sight of Darian squirming and wriggling as he gets literally fucked for his misbehavior, as well as the sight of his mother's rapt face seeing it happen, the sound of the teen's moaning and soft whimpering. His cock doesn't seem to be getting any less hard either, if anything twitching and getting just a bit longer even as you sink in completely and your balls press against his.\n\nYou rest one hand on his hip and reach out to fondle one of his mother's tits as you start stroking your hips, short, slow motions at first, but quickly building speed, starting to really pump into him and let your balls slap lightly against the younger male's. His breathing turns into hard, gasping pants, almost perfectly in time with your prick pumping into his ass, his head leaning back and eyes falling closed, obviously starting to be overcome by the pleasure. In fact, when you deliberately pull back and slip out of him, he gives a soft, instinctive moan of disappointment before he can catch himself, even as your cock slips along the cleft of his ass and presents itself to his mother's face. Without being prompted, Kelly leans forward and slides her fire engine red lips over your cock, rolling her eyes up to look at your face as she bobs her head over the prick that just slipped out of her son's ass, tongue diligently coating it in a fresh coat of saliva. When you pull back and out of her mouth, she wraps a hand around the base of your shaft and this time takes charge of pressing the tip of your prick to her son's previously virgin pucker so you can push back inside.\n\nYou continue on in this pattern for a good long while... building to giving Darian a good, thorough fucking before allowing yourself to slip out of him so his mom can give your cock a good going-over with her mouth before she pushes you back inside him, and you can slowly build back up to the previous pace. Eventually though you decide on a change of pace, lightly pushing Kelly aside and wrapping your arms around Darian's middle. You roll over onto your back still inside him, pulling him on top of you and then shifting your grip to his waist, holding him in position as you brace your feet and start fucking upwards into him, bouncing him a bit on top of you. He gasps loudly and wriggles all through the change in position, before he's soon moaning and whimpering again as you bounce him on top of you. You slide your arms around him again, letting him feel a man's arms wrapped around his body as well as the cock in his ass, his hands gripping your forearms and his cock bouncing stiff above his belly. Kelly has settled between your legs, still watching closely every thrust of your prick into her son's ass, her lips parted and breathing harder than ever.\n\nWell, you can't just leave her idle. You should order her to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-play with herself.|BuddyPunk]]\n\n[[-suck Darian's cock.|BuddyPunk]]\n\n[[-suck Darian's nipples.|BuddyPunk]]

Yeah... isn't that what all the comics show? That the side effect of superpowers is that girls get super sexy, with big boobs and fantastic asses? Maybe you'll wind up like that... some drop-dead gorgeous bombshell that can have anyone she wants. Just the thought of it sends an excited tingle all through your body and makes your breath shudder a little despite the unpleasant sensations, and you drift down into unconsciousness still thinking about what it would be like to be the sexiest person in any room.\n\nYou wake up feeling wrapped in softness and like your skin is being stroked all over. Mm~, silk sheets. You open your eyes slowly, letting the canopy of the bed you're laying in come into focus, before you sit up. There's a distinct extra weight to your chest... it's not bothering you in any way, but you're very aware of it. You look down, and wind up staring. The weight is... a really huge pair of tits. Like, at least as big as Dr. Life's... maybe just a little bit bigger. Even as you're staring, something flits across your field of vision... focusing on it makes it go still, and you realize it's an extremely stereotypical spade-tipped demon's tail. And... it's yours, you confirm as you try giving it a slight flick upwards and it obeys you without hesitation. Throwing off the sheet, you swing your newly long and curvaceous legs over the side of the bed and stand up, your newly huge tits wobbling slightly with your movements, and a faint sensation of similar jiggling lower down and behind you noticeable as you walk over to a mirror to look at yourself. It's not just the tail... you now have a pair of ridged black horns that jut out slightly from the sides of your head and then angle forward and up, not going much past your forehead. Your hair has turned a rich maroon color, too, drifting down your back. Despite the shock, you can't help but smirk a little as you turn to check out your ass in the mirror, your tail curling around you as if to highlight your new features.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/Y4zZOYj.jpg>\n\n"I would definitely look completely awesome in a battle bikini," you murmur to yourself approvingly, noticing that even your voice has changed, becoming a smooth, sensual purr.\n\nYou glance over as the door opens, Dr. Life stepping inside holding that tablet computer of hers. She almost immediately starts to look a little flushed, and you have an interesting sense of some sort of... pressure, from her, almost like feathers across your face. "Good morning, Sam," she says, trying for even, but there's the faintest quiver in her voice. Probably has something to do with her nipples showing stiff under that thin gold latex top, and the fact that the impression of a long, thick cock is becoming visible in the flap of her loincloth. "As you can see, the awakening was a hu-... very much a success, your spine has been healed, and your metahuman genes have fully activated."\n\n"That seems rather obvious, yes," you reply, unable to help smirking some as a visible shiver passes through her, and you get an even more thorough impression of that sensation from her. So that's what lust feels like. "You didn't mention that the physical changes could be so... extensive."\n\n"Y-yes, the... ... the tail and horns," Dr. Life says, obviously trying to avoid mentioning your massive breasts, wasp waist, grippable hips, and luscious legs, much as she's trying to avoid looking at them by focusing on her pad as she types, likely pointlessly, on it. "And the change to your hair color of course, these are all common side effects of the awakening. The resemblance to depictions of demons is interesting, I have several theories that such tales might arise from people with activated genes..."\n\n"Mmhmmm," you acknowledge a bit distractedly, unable to help watching her loincloth continue to rise as her cock just gets harder and harder. Your tongue flits across your lips a little... you can practically feel how hard it's getting, that it's already starting to ache, that her nipples are similarly almost painfully hard. Even if you couldn't sense those things, she's gradually becoming more and more flustered and distracted, sweat glistening on her face as she continues.\n\n"There's... there's quite a bit more to your change, certainly, our preliminary readings indicate some psionic activity in your brain, that your body's structure has simplified and become highly refined... it also changed a few times while we were monitoring, indicating you might have the ability to shapeshift now, either unconsciously or possibly consciously, and, ah... and you emit a great deal of pheremones as well as broadcasting some, some interesting brainwaves, we're not... we're not sure how much control you might have over that, so, ah... so... we might need to..."\n\nShe trails off, staring intently at her tablet and trembling faintly. You can tell that every second is a war for her to not give in, to either grab her throbbingly stiff prick with both hands and start jerking off furiously, or to bolt from the room like a frightened animal. My my, she clearly thought her enhanced biology would give her a greater resistance to you than it did!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to pull back your... heh, 'lust aura'.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Have her fuck you.|FemPalV8x2]]

Seems like dogsitting would be better... you'd have some company, and Jack sounds way less uptight than Mr. Aubergine. You email him your application, and fairly soon hear back. There's a few calls, some discussion with your parents, and soon you're heading over to Jack's place carrying a bag. It's definitely a very nice house... one story, but sprawling over a fair bit of land. Jack turns out to be a fit, kind of good-looking guy in his late twenties, the sort of guy you figure you could probably never be even if you were given over to a squad of Russian athletic scientists. Standing at his side is Shep, who's not too surprisingly a German Shepherd, a fairly big one but at least he seems quite well-behaved, just standing there calmly at Jack's side wagging his tail. Jack shakes your hand (and thankfully doesn't crush it to try and establish dominance), and shows you inside the tasteful (but ridiculously masculine) furnished interior of the house.\n\n"Okay, Jamie, here's the deal. Check up on Shep at least once an hour while you're awake, he probably won't need anything but that's your job, so make sure to do it," Jack explains as he shows you around the house. "The schedule for his feedings is in the kitchen, make sure to follow it. I left some money in the kitchen for you to spend on food if you don't like what's here or just run out, if you wanna go hungry to spend it on video games that's your call. You can have one friend over at a time, no more than that. Other than that, as long as the house is in the exact same state it is now, I don't much care, but that means it needs to be both this intact and this <i>clean</i>, got me?"\n\n"Yessir," you murmur, trying to do your best not to stare at your feet since you know it would make you look dishonest more than shy. "Um, anything else...?"\n\n"Well, I meant to give Shep a bath last night but I wound up having to take a call and never got to it," he explains, glancing down at the dog, who gives a little 'boof' of acknowledgement as if realizing he were once again the subject of conversation. "So I need you to give him one today. There's a big metal tub out back I use for that, already filled from last night, you'll probably have to get in there with him to do a thorough job. Don't worry too much, he likes a bath so long as you're out there, but if you walk off and leave him he'll get out and run around. Anyway, I've gotta get going. List of numbers to call for various situations is in the kitchen under the feeding schedule, but barring emergencies I'll see you in a week." After kneeling to pet Shep and tell him goodbye and to be good, Jack hefts his large dufflebag like it weighed nothing and heads down the drive to his car.\n\nYou spend a few moments walking through the house yourself now, Shep falling into line behind you as apparent temporary master of the house. You start to unpack your bag in the little guest bedroom, but it feels weird to put your things in drawers that don't belong to you and so decide to just live out of the bag for the next week. Eventually you head out into the backyard, eyeing the large pool and hot tub. However, once the two of you are outside, Shep apparently gets rather excited and goes darting off towards the edge of the house, and leaps into a large metal bin with a splash. Huffing a little, you turn and hurry over, the wet dog wiggling a bit in excitement. Jack wasn't kidding when he said the pan was large... it's as big around as some of the smaller hot tubs you've seen, although obviously more shallow. There's a plastic box next to the wall that must contain all the dog-washing supplies.\n\nYou glance at the bin of cold water, then towards the house where you left your swimsuit. Then you look at Shep, who's staring back at you with dark, expectant eyes. Jack just said that if you leave Shep alone in the yard he'll get out of the tub and go racing around... you'll have a much, much dirtier dog to clean if you go inside to get your swimsuit and change. On the other hand, you obviously can't get in the tub wearing your clothes, so you'd have to strip down... in a virtual stranger's back yard, out in the open under the bright morning sky, with nothing but a... well, an admittedly nice high privacy fence all around and no two-story buildings in sight.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get in the tub.|QODS1x1]]\n\n[[Don't get in.|QODS]]

"I..." You trail off, then sigh. "... Alright." You can't help but whimper a little, but don't really see what else you can do, if everything she's said is true.\n\n"Well, go on then, I have some calls to make."\n\nYou slump back to Maya's room and head to her dresser, pulling out some panties (opting for one of the more modest options, considering), jeans, and a t-shirt. You then dig out one of Maya's bags and pack it full of more of the same, then grab her toiletries from her bathroom to toss in as well. You briefly consider grabbing some of her entertainment items, considering that you'll apparently be gone for months, but, well... they'd just remind you that they're Maya's. Or yours, now.\n\nYou pause in lifting the suitcase. So you're really going to... turn into Maya? Or part Maya, part you, but Baal seems to think that not much of you will stick around. ... You wonder if you'll be mad at yourself, once you're mostly Maya again? That's a little bit of an extra depressing thought, and you slump as you shoulder the bag and head downstairs.\n\n"I hope you're not intending to spend the entire time moping," Baal says dryly as you come down the stairs. "These things happen. And more often than you think. You, and everyone else, will be fine eventually. Come on now," she adds, gesturing to the door. You sigh and head out. Baal's got yet another new car, as she's had every time she's visited since moving out, and this one is shiny and sleek and black like all the others. You put your bag in the trunk then move to settle into the very comfy leather seat, Baal settling in behind the wheel. "We'll stop before leaving town for the usual road trip essentials." She pauses, then smirks a bit at you. "I suppose you might want to hold off on the giant sized soft drink though."\n\n"Huh? Why?"\n\n"You're going to have to pee as a girl eventually," she replies, snickering at the shocked look on your face as she backs the car out of the driveway. \n\nAnd, well, you do, several times over the course of the trip. What kind of weirds you out the most is how quickly you get used to it. You don't talk to Baal much, too absorbed in your own thoughts of your messed-up situation, and Baal doesn't seem inclined to chat either. You're surprised that she never seems to need to stop, driving on through the night while you sleep, but then she's basically admitted she knows magic, she probably has some sort of coffee spell or something.\n\n"Hey. Sis. Wake up."\n\nYou stir at her voice, giving a low 'mmmf' and rubbing at your face. "What is it?"\n\n"Well, first of all, it's that you responded to 'sis'," Baal replies drolly, snickering a bit again as you make a face. "Second, we're here."\n\nYou look up at a brightly-colored gate sign with an animated hick horse on it that reads 'Worldland Employee Entrance'. "We're at... Worldland?" You blink repeatedly. "You live in a theme park?"\n\n"Worldland's a little more than a theme park," she says, tone dry as she pulls through various parking lots that wind through the apparent back area of the park. "Which is why I'll tell you that you shouldn't go wandering around without me, even in the living building. You actually shouldn't even leave the apartment unless I tell you to, it can be dangerous outside of it."\n\n"... Dangerous?"\n\n"I'll probably explain, eventually," Baal adds as she pulls up to one of the buildings and gets out, popping the trunk so that you can get your bag. The two of you head inside and up some stairs, passing through a long hallway lined with doors that have either cartoon mascot faces on them or other icons... and the sounds of vigorous sex (sometimes mingling animal sounds) coming muffled through more than a few of them, leaving you blushing brightly. "Yeah, the residents are all pretty horny, and more than a few don't really understand that whole 'no' concept. Like I said, you'd need to be careful about going outside without me." She pushes open one of the doors marked with an icon, stepping out onto metal grating in a huge, dimly-lit room. You follow her through, then stare past the railing around the grating at the massive water tank stretching below.\n\n"What the heck is this? Do they have whales at this theme park?"\n\n"They might, but no that's not for whales. Like I said, I might tell you more later. For now, you don't need to worry about it, I made sure to put it extremely deeply to sleep before I left because I thought I'd be gone longer. C'mon."\n\n'It'? Still, you hurry down the metal steps after her, and past the side of the tank, finding yourself staying as far away from it as you can manage without getting too far away from Baal. Once you follow her through another door, however, you find yourself in a very normal looking apartment area. It's done in earth tones and muted brass fixtures, with comfy-looking black furniture and not a lot of overt personal touches other than a few little glass sculptures here and there. That's about typical for Baal, as much as she enjoyed the goth aesthetic for herself, she's always enjoyed simple decorating for her living spaces. You blink a little as that thought passes through your mind without having been searched for... you, that is Jamie, had never seen Baal's room, let alone knowing her preferences for decorating. ... But Maya must. \n\n"Now," Baal says as you set down your bag. "Like I said, you should probably stay here in the apartment area unless you go out with me, at least at first. No wandering into the pool area, or the halls of the dorm, or the park proper. Each has their own kinds of hazards. Aside from that, I think I'm going to make you my research assistant."\n\n"Research... assistant?" you echo back in confusion.\n\n"You've caused a lot of trouble for me, you know. Even beyond getting your spirit stuck in my sister's body and mingled with her spirit, I had to cut my visit to my family short, and now I'm going to have to spend time looking after you, which would cut into my work. It seems that the least you could do is to help me out with my research projects while you're here, <i>little sister</i>."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|QOBaal1x4]]\n\n[[Refuse.|QOBaal]]

Alright, and who have you signed your little criminal self on board with?\n\n[[Jerome Rightguy|YPJeromeStart]] - Better phone Jerome! A local attorney, Jerome is about as typical an ambulance-chaser sleazeball attorney as you could find. While he personally is smalltime, he has a <i>lot</i> of connection to bigger fish all throughout the tristate area. Working for him could be a great way to get noticed (hopefully in a good way) by someone a lot higher up the foodchain, while still providing a buffer to keep you from getting in over your head. Plus, y'know, automatic legal defense if you get caught, and despite the bargain store suits and minimall office, Jerome is <i>very</i> good at his job.\n\n[[Joanna Marone|YPMaroneStart]] - "Lady" Marone, as she's known to most. Very classy, very refined, and <i>very</i> powerful. She has a strict code of conduct she expects all of her people to follow... keep to it and she'll take care of you, break it and she'll show you the wrath that has allowed her to gain near-total and absolute control over the organized crime of the city of Windigo, despite the mafia not usually being the most equal opportunity organization.\n\n[[Sam "The Sneer" Caprione|YPCaprioneStart]] - Pure oldschool mobster. Ruthless, practical, and cruel. It's the easiest path to big money and big power, but if you get shot the most you can hope for is him taking vengeance for your death, and if you get nabbed by the cops he might kill you himself rather than trust you not to squeal. But there are few limits to what he allows, as long as he gets his cut. One of the last traditional mob bosses, he's headquartered in Aldritch City.\n\n[[Mr. X|YPApp1x1]] - Cheesy name, but it definitely fits the type... no one knows who he is or what his game really is. But they do know that working for him nets you a lot of cash and some really neat high-tech toys. There'd be a lot of uncertainty in working for him, but the rewards are big and it could be a lot of fun, too.

It might be possible, so you guess it doesn't hurt to ask. "Could you summon up a genie or something? To grant wishes?"\n\n"I... think I might be able to, yes," Aerienne answers, albeit with a small frown. She closes her eyes and murmurs almost silently to herself, pretty (albeit cum-smeared) lips moving for about a minute.\n\nThere's an almost cartoonish 'pop' sound and an abrupt puff of purple smoke in the air. And there, floating in place with her feet raised back and her hands on her hips, is a genie... or at least, what you assume must be. She has thick black hair that hangs down her back and is bound with several gold rings, pointed ears, black eyes, and blue skin. She's not wearing much either... a golden collar with several links of shiny chain dangling forward from it, jeweled gold rings piercing the dark blue nipples of her large breasts, golden manacles (also each with several links of chain) around her wrists and ankles, and a gold-embroidered white loincloth that hangs down to her knees... and outlines what you're fairly sure is a rather impressive cock.\n\n"Well hello, little priestess of Aphora. ... I say 'little' but good deities look at you," the genie declares, putting a hand to her cheek and tilting her head. "Let me guess, Gobberlins got ahold of you and the little fuckers dicked your tits down but good."\n\nAerienne's face colors a bright red, but she nods. "Y-yes, it's true. We're in a bit of a bind, and could use your help. Ah... in the absence of our leader, Cyan seems to have taken over giving direction, so perhaps if you could ask her how best to proceed?"\n\nYou guess you can't really argue that, you think as the genie turns in midair to face you, grinning and flashing silver teeth at you. "I do like the name! So, Cyan, what's your first wish?"\n\n"I get three, right?" you ask first, to clarify.\n\n"Hm-hm-hm, this is your first time working with a Blue Genie, I see," she chuckles, black eyes twinkling. "No, dear, you have me for twenty-four hours or you release me. In that time you can make as many wishes as you want." Her grin grows at your obvious perking up. "But keep in mind, at the end of the twenty-four hours, a cost will be incurred. The more wishes, the bigger the cost."\n\n"What, like, you could wind up taking her soul or something?" Yuli asks, making you twitch at the very idea.\n\n"Oh that's not off the table, admittedly," the genie replies, spreading her hands as she shrugs. "But it really ties into the nature of the wish. If you ask me for something that could have been done rather incidentally, the cost is much smaller and will often be incidental itself. The more it relies on completely blatant use of my power, the higher the cost, and the closer it will come to being a price you pay to me. Equivalent exchange is really a very odd and sometimes arbitrary system so I can't exactly tell you what you'll wind up paying ahead of time."\n\n"... Hunh. Okay, I got it. I think," you murmur.\n\n"Now, all that said, what <i>is</i> your first wish?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Take everyone to safety.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Some incidental things to help.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[A powerful weapon.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Resurrect Orlin.|GGMonk8x10]]

Nodding a bit numbly, you turn, hesitate, and when the woman moves to join you just sort of head in the general direction of the elevators. You wait again when you arrive before realizing she's expecting you to press the buttons, and do so, the two of you stepping into the empty elevator and waiting for it to wind its way upward.\n\n"First time?" she asks in an amused tone. "In general, I mean, not just with a sex worker."\n\n"Uh... y-yeah," you murmur, glancing down.\n\n"It's fine, just relax~," she coos. "My name is Shera, and I promise I'll take good care of you." The elevator door dings open, and she gives you a gentle nudge on the back to lead the way to your room. Once you've tapped your card and let the both of you in, she leans down to unzip the sides of her boots and step out of them, flashing her breasts at you, nipples just barely covered by a very small bikini-style black bra. "I have a son about your age, you know," she adds brightly.\n\n"Er, y-yeah?" you stammer, just sort of staring at her as she straightens up and proceeds to unbutton the waistband of her skirt, letting it drop... and revealing her smooth-shaven pussy to you, panties apparently not part of her working wardrobe.\n\n"Mhmmm. He's shy too, I've been considering asking a friend to, well, you know... but it's a bit awkward even for me," she admits, tapping a fingertip against her lower lip as she glances upward thoughtfully, her other hand resting on her bare hip as she stands there bottomless but still wearing her sweater. For the moment. Then she grins at you. "In any event, why don't you get undressed and sit on the edge of the bed, cutie? Just let me take care of everything."\n\n<hr>\n[["Uh, um, uh, er, I, uh..."|QODad]]\n\n[["I... don't think I can do this!"|QODad]]\n\n[[... Get undressed. Duh.|QODad1x5]]

You heard the lady. You bashfully pull off your shirt and then undo your pants and shove both them and your underwear down at the same time, fighting the urge to cover your hardon with both hands as you straighten up. You need to display at least some amount of awareness of the situation, after all. Trying your best to seem nonchalant and probably failing utterly, you walk over to sit down on the edge of the bed, squirming a bit before slowly spreading your legs and leaning back on your hands a bit.\n\n"Therrrre you go," Shera coos as she pulls off her sweater and the bra beneath both at once, large breasts dropping and wobbling as they're freed. She sets the sweater aside and makes her way over to you, smiling as she strokes your shoulders and along your chest. "Now remember, just relax, alright? We've got all night to give you some experience."\n\nYou nod bashfully, biting your lower lip as you watch her sink to her knees in front of you. "This is nice," she assures you warmly as she wraps a hand around your stiff shaft, stroking it gently as her other hand comes up to cup your balls. Her smile turns just a bit wicked as she watches you shiver in reaction, leaning in to flick her tongue along the underside of the head. "You're really cute, I bet there's lots of girls who'd love to do this for you. For free," she adds with a little giggle.\n\n'That seems like the last thing in the world that would ever happen,' you think, but admittedly any other such self-deprecating thoughts are derailed when she leans forward and slides her mouth over the head of your cock. You shudder as she makes a ring with two fingers and strokes it up and down the shaft while washing her tongue around the head, her other hand squeezing your balls gently. Considering this is your first time, that's really all it takes to make you give a soft whimper and start spilling into her mouth, your body shuddering a little with every spurt of cum.\n\n"Mm!" Shera does give that little exclamation of surprise before she starts swallowing, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes as she does. She continues lightly stroking your shaft, milking out the last dribbles of your load, before raising her head and smiling. "That's just fine... like I told you, we have all night. And the fun thing about young boys is they just keep going, like horny little Energizer bunnies. Just means I'll have plenty of time to really do this right~."\n\n'What's an energizer bunny?' you think a little distantly, even as she leans in to kiss the very tip of your prick, lips getting smeared with a last small glob of your cum. She begins using a motion of sliding her lips and tongue against your cockhead in sucking, almost kissing touches, gradually working her way down your shaft.\n\n"When I was your age, everyone said I had a big mouth," Shera says in an amused tone in between her kisses, and licks, and that sweet thing that's in between the two that makes you shudder every time. "Of course, then I got a little older, and the boys started saying I had a very <i>talented</i> mouth," she continues, before starting to tongue-wash your balls thoroughly enough to make your eyes briefly roll in your head.\n\nYou shift and squirm on the bed as she works her tongue over your sack, lips teasing your balls inside it as she does. Then her smile turns just a tiny bit wicked again before she coos, "Of course, really, it's both." With that, she sucks one of your balls into her mouth, then maneuvers to pull the other one in as well, your smooth sack now entirely past her lips as she sucks and works her tongue over it, eyes gazing up at you to either side of your twitching cock. The sensation (and sight) is almost enough to make you cum again, if you hadn't so recently.\n\nShera keeps it up for awhile, practically rolling your balls around in her mouth as she manipulates them with her lips, cheeks, and tongue, before finally drawing back and letting them slide out, now entirely wet with her saliva. She leans forward again and goes back to work on your cock with more sucks and licks, hands stroking your inner thighs or sliding up to rub your belly. Then she once more slides her mouth over the tip, bobbing up and down, and soon you can feel the tightness of her throat squeezing around you without the faintest sign of difficulty from her. Seeing her look up at you with that mixture of almost motherly gentleness and kindness as well as shameless lust makes you shudder again, once more biting your lower lip.\n\nShe's soon bobbing her head over the entire length of your cock, staying all the way down on it for longer and longer times. You twitch when she starts toying with your nipples, fingertips gently teasing at them... girls do that to guys too?! Of course you're quickly distracted as she goes down all the way again, lingering there and apparently waiting until she can see you looking down at her again... before using her fingers to push your balls up into her mouth too, completely engulfing shaft and sack both in warm, hot, sucking wetness.\n\nThat's enough to set you off again, your back arching and hips pushing forward, rubbing against her lips as you shoot your second load directly down her throat. She doesn't seem to have any problem with it, to judge from the warm look in her eyes and the way the swallowing and gulping around you intensifies.\n\nIt almost feels like you've orgasmed out every last bit of vitality in you by the time you're done, slumping onto your back and panting. You can feel the cool air of the hotel room wash over your wet balls and shaft as they're freed of Shera's mouth, before she clambers up onto the bed and straddles your thighs, smiling down at you clad in nothing but her cross necklace dangling between her bare breasts and a healthy smear of mingled spit and cum on her lower face (which she delicately dabs away with her fingertips). "There we go. Now... who should be on top?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You will.|QODad]]\n\n[[She should.|QODad]]

You select the female Midnight Elf, and her character model zooms in to occupy the screen, with her spiky black hair that comes past her knees, her stern expression, and her black sclera with glowing red irises. She's wearing a sort of robe, with the legs slit all the way up the sides to her waist to show off legs and hips. She scowls and folds her arms over her chest, glaring about as if wondering what was taking you so long to finish generating her. You kind of like her already.\n\n<center>Choose your character's class.</center>\n\n[[Warlock|GGMEW1x1]]\n\n[[Assassin|GGMEA1x1]]

<div style="background:#eee;border:1px solid #ccc;padding:5px 10px;">Please select a <s>trauma infliction and emotional burnout device</s> cuddly monster friend who will teach you there's nothing to be scared of.\n\n[[Monster Under the Bed|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Monster In the Closet|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Grue|QOHPT]]</div>

Eh, probably best just to do the safest thing that's least likely to result in any problems. That is, after all, your life philosophy. Removing your Switch from your bag, you scoot back to lay on the bed and start playing, wiling away the hours hup-hup-hyaing about.\n\nEventually your father returns, and says the two of you will have dinner in the hotel's upscale restaurant. You have to dress up a little... a shirt with buttons (but no collar luckily), but that's really about the extent of it. Once the two of you are at the table, your father grins.\n\n"Well, Jamie, your birthday's not until tomorrow, but we'll go ahead and splurge a little tonight. Feel free to get anything off the menu you want."\n\n"Anything, huh?" you reply, more as banter than testing limits.\n\n"Yeah, sure. Even if you want something of the 'adult beverage' variety," he assures you with a chuckle, making you give him a shocked look. "We won't go crazy with it, but you're getting old enough that a glass or so to mark a special occasion won't be a big deal. But whether it's that or just something off the gourmet desserts, don't hold back."\n\n<hr>\n[[Order normally.|QODad]]\n\n[[Order something to drink.|QODad1x2]]\n\n[[Order an indulgent dessert.|QODad]]

Hey, you're practically an adult now, right? Clearly you should have an... adult beverage! ... Except calling it that really doesn't sound very adult, so let's not call it that. Instead you peruse the list and settle on whiskey... that's a very manly thing to drink, you think, so you settle on that, your father ordering one as well.\n\nThrough the rest of your meal you sip on the glass of... liquid wood, kind of?... having difficulty at first not making faces every time you sip, but gradually acclimating to it. Your father has two glasses to your one, but since he's not a heavy drinker either, soon the two of you are about equally sloshed. And opening up considerably, so hey, father-son bonding without quite as much usual awkwardness in the way, yaaaay!\n\nIn fact there might be a little too little awkwardness in the way as the conversation turns to sex... but eh, you're not afraid of the police, so might as well yap about this.\n\n"Y'know I'm guessing you've got a lot of questions," your father says airily as he sips from his glass. "Y'know, not the usual dumb 'where does peepee go' because I'm absolutely sure you've seen it go where it goes, haven't you?"\n\nEven in your state you blush a bit at your father pretty much outright asking if you've watched porn, but you just nod. "Yeah, pretty much. I mean... I've seen, yeah, but also I guess I do have questions."\n\n"So ask, kiddo, no big deal. I mean, manno. ... Something," your father murmurs, before grinning and continuing. "No matter what it is, just ask!"\n\n<hr>\n[["So what's the best way to get a girl to go to bed with you?"|QODad1x3]]\n\n[["How do you, like... get started?"|QODad2x1]]\n\n[["What's the wildest thing you ever did?"|QODad]]

The question just sort of pops into your head, and you ask it before you can think better of it, your face going red as you realize what you said. But, it's out there now, and he seems to actually be considering an answer rather than getting mad, so hey.\n\n"Well if it was getting a girl to like you, or fall for you, or go on a date for you, those are all complicated answers that could take all night to explain," he says after a moment's thought. Then he grins in a way that definitely says he's at least as sloshed as you are. "But if you just want a girl to go to <i>bed</i> with you, then I can definitely show you the most surefire and best way possible!"\n\nHe quickly signs the room number to the check and gets up, heading towards the exit, with you hurrying a bit to catch up once you get over your surprise. He crosses a short distance of the lobby towards the hotel's actual bar, which is mildly busy at this time of night, and spends a moment scanning over its occupants. One in particular... a pretty woman about his own age, with long brown hair and wearing a white sweater that's heavily scooped in front to show off a generous amount of her also very generous breasts, and a very short, tight black skirt with slits up the sides and very expensive-looking boots... seems to catch his eye, and he makes a beeline towards her. Wait, what? Feeling shyness hit despite the pleasant cloud of drunkenness (which may be starting to wear off from a mixture of your confusion and surprise), you watch as the two of them spend a few minutes conversing... and then your eyes bug a bit as your father takes out his wallet and hands over several bills, prompting the woman to rise and follow after him as he walks back over to where you're lingering at the entrance of the bar.\n\n"And there you have it, son, the most direct, fastest, and hassle-free way of getting a girl to go to bed with you," he declares rather proudly.\n\n<img src="images/Shera.jpg">\n\n"Oh?" the woman says, bringing a hand to her face in a gesture of interest, her purplish-pink eyes (must be contacts??) widening slightly and lips parted. "Well, this wouldn't be the first learning experience I've been hired for, though it's an interesting sort of instruction all the same."\n\n"Anyway, she's all paid up for the night, slugger, so you can feel free to head on upstairs with her," your father assures you, clapping you on the shoulder as he does.\n\n<hr>\n[["Uh... 'kay?"|QODad1x4]]\n\n[["Er, uh, pass."|QODad]]\n\n[["A-aren't you coming?"|QODad]]

You blink your eyes open, slowly sitting up from your futon and looking around. The single-room apartment is of a relatively decent size, which you guess makes it relatively large for a one-person apartment in Japan. Your stuff... wait, it is yours, isn't it? It is after all arranged on shelves, and there's your desk and computer and... except is all this really yours? It feels like yours and you have memories of it, and yet you still know that before you went to sleep this was definitely not your room.\n\n'... This is gonna take some getting used, to, I guess,' you think with a rather resigned air, raising your hands and turning them back and forth. They don't seem very different... maybe a slightly different shade. Seeing the full-length mirror in the corner beside the door to the bathroom, you get up and pad over on bare feet to take a look. You still look like yourself for the most part, just... you're Japanese now. Your hair is entirely black and longer, your eyes are a pale brown color, but other than the other obvious changes you're largely recognizable, though that might be because you know you're you. You wearing a black tanktop with a Hello Kitty skull on it and blue and white striped panties. You glance at the closet door and notice that there is, in fact, a Japanese schoolgirl uniform there, a black and white one. You know where you go to school as a new transfer student too... Celest must have taken care of everything.\n\n'Kachime Shian,' you muse, posing a little bit in the mirror as you get used to the idea. Well, not like you have a choice... you and the other... Cyan... agreed to this, and it's obviously waaay too late to back out now, even if in the back of your mind you somehow assumed you'd be the one to 'win' and go back to your life. Just shows what you get, you think with a sigh.\n\nOh well. Best not to dwell on it, things happened, now you're in this situation. It could be worse. You are after all in the Promised Land now, surrounded by a ton of stuff you already loved and with even easier access. No more paying for crappy simulstreams or downloading fandsubs, you can just turn on the TV! Totally worth never seeing your family or friends again! Haha! Hahaha... ha... haaaaa. ... Ha.\n\nRubbing your face and trying to force your thoughts away from dwelling on the negative aspects, since that's what you were specifically trying to avoid, you push your thoughts back to the subject of merch and stores. Oh, right, didn't Celest say she was going to set you up with enough money that you'd be comfortable forever? You move over to your computer and settle down in front of it, easily bringing up the new banking site and logging in with the new information implanted in your brain. Then you wind up staring.\n\nYour new memories and knowledge easily translate the rather insane number of zeroes behind the numbers behind the yen sign and come up with 'a whole fucking lot'. You're... you're not just rich, you're super rich. This isn't just 'comfortable for life' money, this is 'above the law' money! Who the hell needs high school?!\n\nThere's also a little whisper in the back of your mind... something darker, that suggests with this amount of money, maybe you could 'win' after all...\n\n<hr>\n[[Shopping spreeeeee!|GGJS]]\n\n[[... is there a 'mercenaries'r'us' website...?|GGJS]]\n\n[[Maybe it would just be best if you pretend you didn't see that.|GGJS1x1]]

No, you've decided to do this... you're going to do a good job. Just like you couldn't leave these people, whatever their default alignment might be, out to dry by refusing, you can't just negotiate in bad faith on their behalf. You take a deep breath to bolster yourself, then reply, "No, that won't do at all."\n\nYou can see the shock on various of their faces, and the near-fury on the bearded man's. "Young lady, are you refusing the treaty?" Lord Huron asks.\n\n"No, but these terms are very close to one-sided and therefore unacceptable," you answer, still doing your best to use proper language. Luckily you seem to be managing to fake it as you continue. "You're saying that your people are allowed to intrude into our territory, and have to initiate hostilities before we treat them as invaders. Meanwhile, we have to stay off of the surface completely... not just in your territory, by your phrasing, but everyone's." You notice some uncomfortable shifting... perhaps you weren't quite meant to catch that they were trying to bar you from the surface completely instead of just the surface area of the Empire. "You're getting a much better deal out of this."\n\n"And what would you suggest?" the bearded man grumbles.\n\n"Just equal terms. If you want Imperials to be able to come into our territory and be treated peacefully at first, Drow have to be allowed to come into the Empire as long as they don't demonstrate any hostility. If they do, they have to be treated like an Imperial would in a Drow city... as a rulebreaker who did so without permission and knowing the risk, not as a representative of our people as a whole. And this can only apply inside your Empire, not the entire surface... other parts of the surface should need to make their own treaties."\n\nThere's more shifting, and some leaning to murmur to each other. Finally, Lord Huron sighs. "In truth, several neighboring political entities had pressured us for a wider ban. While I realize it may be unfair to place the weight of that on you now, it is simply the political reality that we cannot provide full equanimity in this matter without at least some other concession from the Drow."\n\nThat... seems kinda shitty, but hey, politics. Thinking of how you could salvage this, you furiously go over everything that was said to be part of the trade agreements, and throw a Hail Mary. "We'll agree to sell you some silk."\n\nThat makes more than one head shoot up, some of what are likely trade ministers exchanging wide-eyed glances. "Drow spider silk? You'd agree to trade it with us?"\n\nHoo, that sure got a response. Best not to promise too much then. "A small amount," you add, holding up your fingers slightly apart. "The exact amount should be decided by Duke Alrid in further negotiations. But if that's the incentive that it will take to agree to full equal treatment of one another's citizens, then I think we can manage it."\n\nThe council all leans in towards themselves one after the other, exchanging murmurs, Lord Huron nodding along the entire time. Finally everyone settles back into their seats. "Done, then."\n\nThere's a small, slightly ritualistic ceremony that follows, a contract with the diplomatic terms brought forth, with you using the indicated stamp to affix the Drow's agreement to everything. Lord Huron bows to you, then shows you the way to the carriage, allowing you to take it back to the mansion by yourself. You slump in the seat on the way back, huffing and shuddering, finding it totally unbelievable that you actually managed to pull all that off. Back at the diplomatic mansion, you walk through the gate under the gaze of the carriage guards and up the walk, feigning calm once again as you open the door and step inside. \n\nThe first thing that you notice is that the lights have been dimmed about halfway from where you left them. The second is the pair of scimitars that swing in, their edges pressing to your neck, the masked pair of scantily-clad androgynous guards to either side of the doorway fixing the black eyes of the silver-etched smooth stone masks on you. You go very still, eyes wide, and not feeling particularly relaxed as a male voice calls from the sitting room, "Show her in."\n\nThe guards lower their scimitars and grab you by the upper arms, hauling you down the entryway and into the adjacent area. The covers have been pulled off the furniture and the whole place has been cleaned and polished up just in the two hours you were gone. A rather beautiful man is sitting on the couch, wearing simple but obviously expensively-cut silk pants and tunic, with similar black and red designs as the robes you're wearing. His black-scleraed glowing red eyes fix on you, his long silver hair pulled back in a ponytail, his long backswept ears pierced with several silver rings. He swirls the dark liquid in his goblet a bit as he looks you up and down, before speaking again. "When I arrived, you can imagine my shock to hear from my informants in the palace that my daughter was there negotiating in my absence. Especially as I have been very careful about using birth control potions since I came of age. Imagine my even greater shock that my daughter was apparently a half-elf, and a surface one at that. So..."\n\nHe takes a sip from the glass, then sets it on the small table beside the couch before steepling his fingers. "Would you care to explain yourself?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be honest.|GGRogue15x9]]\n\n[[Lie like a rug.|GGRogue]]

Hm. Just because you've got new demonic powers doesn't mean you have to steal the show. Wouldn't it be better if everyone could benefit?\n\nAs you start calling routines, you do everything you can to make sure the rest of the team looks as good as possible. You support them with your greater physical ability, helping them jump higher and land better, and after a bit you're able to figure out a bit of that mental influence thing, keeping everyone on the same page so that your chants are in near perfect sync and everyone's coordinated better than normal.\n\nBy the end of the day, you've defeated girls two or three years your senior, and left most of the coaches and counselors in awe. Some of the other girls on your team are so happy they're crying, hugging each other and squealing about already shooting to the top of the rankings on the first day of camp. "Amanda, I'm so sorry I doubted you! Whatever you were sick with, can you catch it tomorrow too?" Cassie teases, laughing through her happy tears as she hugs you.\n\nYou laugh and return the hug, and eventually the lot of you head off back towards the bunkhouse. Along the way you pass the central office, and blink as you notice Sharon sitting outside of it, looking pale and worried. Breaking off from the rest of the group, you walk over. "Hey, Sharon, what's wrong?"\n\nShe looks up at you, expression a bit stricken. "It's pretty bad, Amanda. Apparently most years they ignore the traditional party, but this year a bunch of girls went across the creek and trashed some buildings on the camp over there. If they can't find the guilty parties, they're gonna punish everyone who was at the party. We could get sent home, it could even go on our records back at school, we could get banned from cheerleading!"\n\nWell. Crap. Obviously that's no good. This definitely seems like the sort of thing you need to solve with your new abilities. The question is, how?\n\n<hr>\n[[Mind-whammy the counselors.|CheerSS]]\n\n[[Find the culprits.|CheerSS1x2]]

"Maybe the ones who did it will turn themselves in," you say in a comforting tone, smiling and reaching out to pat Sharon's shoulders, using the contact to help ease her down from her worried state a bit. "Keep your hopes up."\n\nSo saying, you slip off and spend the next hour or so skulking around the edges of bunkhouses and gatherings of girls. It takes you a little while to figure out how to 'listen in' on what people are thinking, but once you do it's surprisingly easy to sort through thoughts and pick out particular ones in the crowd. In fact, you almost feel yourself drawn to a certain cluster of thoughts, as if they had more "weight" to them in your mind. They're thoughts of a strange sort of mingled worry and smugness... the girls are afraid of actually being caught and punished, but at the same time still self-satisfied, with a tinge of being sure they can talk their way out of it somehow. Yup, these are definitely the ones who vandalized the other camp.\n\nYou wouldn't necessarily say you 'pounce', but you do move over to the group of girls, revealing that you know that they did it. While they're still sputtering and trying to work up an angry response, you start lecturing them on the consequences for everyone other than themselves... and using the words to deliver your mental abilities to give them real weight. By the time you're done, the troublemakers are in tears, sobbing and begging to be forgiven, and promising that they'll run off and confess immediately.\n\nOnce they do, word quickly gets around that the sword is no longer hanging over everyone's heads... and that you're responsible, the now sorrowful vandals having spilled about you being the one to talk them into confessing. Between that and becoming the top of the ranks in the first day, you're propelled to superstardom among the girls at the camp pretty fast. By the next day girls are competing to find spots at the same table you sit at, or just tables nearby. Any check of the thoughts buzzing around at any given time finds that a lot of them are mild jealousy or wild admiration of you... and there's more than you would expected thinking of you in a more than hero worship way. Every so often you'll be unable to help your cheeks warming as you pick out some other cheerleader's mental imagery of you sitting on her face with her tongue swirling and slurping over the lips of your pussy, or with you bent over while she tonguebathes your asshole for hours. Every so often you consider seeing if one of them would actually consider acting on those fantasies, but manage to talk yourself out of it... privacy is kind of at a premium around here, and you're not quite sure of your powers enough that you'd be able to manage being caught by an adult with some other girl three-fingering your pussy.\n\nStill, it's quite a heady rush to spend the month at camp being adored like some sort of celebrity or public hero. You admit to being disappointed when it's time for it to end, but as you climb into the bus with the rest, you can still sense a lot of that adoration flowing about from your own squad... including some of the more sexual variety. \n\n<hr>\n[[Time to make some rooming arrangements!|CheerSS3x1]]\n\n[[Save it 'til you're home.|CheerSS1x3]]

Well... maybe once you get back to Deviville, you can see about arranging a few, ah, sleepovers.\n\nUnfortunately, shortly after you get home, another situation crops up that diverts you from such things. You're in the middle of unpacking when your cell begins jingling with Cassie's ringtone. Snagging it, you hit the button and put it to your ear. "Hey Cass, what's up?"\n\n"Amanda... it's awful," Cassie sobs in your ear, making you blink and a cold shiver run up your spine. "Sandra... Sandra was walking home from the bus, and... she got hit by a car."\n\n"Oh no," you gasp, putting a hand to your mouth. "Is she...?"\n\n"She's... she's hurt really bad. They're not sure if she's going to live through the night... they're trying to get her stable enough for surgery now," Cassie replies, before briefly dissolving into crying so hard she can't speak. Once she does, her voice has taken on an edge of anger. "They said the driver just peeled out and left her there. That he didn't even look at her once he'd hit her. They're looking for him now but they think he's fleeing the state. ... I've gotta go," she adds, voice dissolving into tears again before she disconnects.\n\nYou're still feeling shocked and numb as you look at the phone, then sink to sit on the edge of the bed. ... Obviously you need to do something. You need to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-save Sandra's life.|CheerSS1x4]]\n\n[[-take revenge on the driver.|CheerSS2x1]]\n\n[[-use this to increase your reputation.|CheerSS]]

Your jaw firms, and you nod to yourself. Xiora said you could do spells now... you'll just have to give it a try. Sending out a mental nudge to make sure your parents won't bother you, you clear some floor space and spend a few moments considering how to do this, before grabbing materials. You take one of the pieces of purple chalk you sometimes use for spirit day stuff, find a picture of Sandra, and grab a toy car out of an old chest in the back of your closet to represent the driver. You set the picture and car down, then draw circles around them. You draw a few lines connecting them in ways that just sort of feel right, then consider. Stripping naked, you settle down in front of your little diagram and sit back on your heels, closing your eyes and resting your hands on your bare thighs.\n\n'Sandra deserves to live more. Sandra deserves to live more. Sandra deserves to live more,' you chant silently, bowing your head and leaning forward a bit over the diagram.\n\nYou keep at it until you wind up feeling too tired to continue, and manage to crawl into bed before passing out. You awake to the sound of your phone ringing with Cass's tone again. Squinting and wincing at the sunlight pouring in through your window, you scramble to grab the phone, hitting the button. "Cass? What is it? What happened?"\n\n"It's Sandra. They say she's gonna be okay," Cassie's voice replies, with a somewhat watery but very relieved tone. "They said she stabilized right out of surgery, and that she's recovering super fast. They think there won't be any permanent damage at all, that she'll even be back to cheerleading again not long after the school year starts."\n\n"Good," you huff, slumping back against your pillows. "<i>Great</i>."\n\n"Oh, and get this," Cassie continues, tone growing more satisfied. "They found the guy who hit her. Or what was <i>left</i> of him. Apparently he was speeding down a highway on the edge of a dropoff and just went off over the edge. The car exploded and they had to collect pieces of him from like thirty feet around."\n\nPart of you is a little disturbed that you were probably responsible for that, but the rest is too relieved at having saved your friend to care. "Guess that's what happens when you speed," you reply coolly, unable to help smiling a little as you say it.\n\n"Yeah." Cassie lets out a huff, then says, "They're still not letting anyone but family see her, but we're all still gonna get together and go over to the hospital, to help support her family and stuff."\n\n"Sounds good. I'll be there soon."\n\nYou spend the day running little errands, comforting everyone, and smiling at news of Sandra's rapid recovery. Originally the doctors thought that even if she lived she'd probably never walk again... now they're thinking she'll be out of the hospital in under two weeks. You find yourself feeling satisfied, but not smug... whatever else may come of your decision to sell your soul, you've saved Sandra's life with it.\n\nEventually the hospital staff insists on all of you going home and getting some rest, and you once again strip off your clothes, not bothering with pajamas before you flop into bed and pass out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Several years later...|CheerSS1x5]]

After a long day of fundraising for the victims of natural disasters (and having used your powers to convince numerous celebrities to give to your charity fund rather than the latest political cause du jour), you blink and sit up, finding yourself laying not on your bed, but on a long, elaborately-carved stone bench. Despite that it's not particularly hard or uncomfortable. You seem to be in some form of warm, sunlit garden, with a dome-topped stone gazebo in the center of it, and the plants somehow looking both wild and carefully cultivated, numerous colorful blooms peeking at you as birds chirp and water burbles from several fountains. As you're standing up, a lyrical voice rings out, "Be not afraid, my child."\n\nYou stare at the beautiful, scantily-clad figure kneeling on the snowy white blankets in the center of the gazebo. After a few moments you walk forward, raising a hand slightly. "I'm not afraid. I am... a little confused. Am I dreaming?"\n\nHer dreamy expression becomes a gentle smile. "Yes, and no. You are dreaming, but I am quite real. I am the angel Marriel, my child."\n\n"Angel?" You look her barely-covered body up and down, letting your gaze linger on her pointed ears, then to her back where there's a distinct lack of wings. "No offense, but you look more like an elf."\n\nInstead of being offended, she raises a hand to her lips, covering a sweet laugh that threatens to have you falling in love with her then and there. "Actually, as I am just slightly younger than all of Creation, elves look like me. But I take no offense, my child, since none was meant."\n\n"Alright. So, assuming you're real, and a real angel..." You trail off, feeling just a little bit of fear run through you. You take a half-step back, your full bare breasts jiggling slightly with the sudden motion. "Have you come to...?"\n\n"Mm." Marriel slowly rises to her feet, every slight shift and movement somehow both pure and intensely erotic at the same time, if that makes any sense. Straightening up to a rather impressive height, she gives you a somewhat more knowing smile. "I suppose someone who sold their soul to a demon might rightly fear the forces of Heaven appearing before them, wouldn't they?" She slowly makes her way towards you, hips rolling gently, and you blink as you notice that the fall of her loincloth is draped against a rather obvious impression. Yanking your eyes back up so that you don't get caught staring at an angel's dick, you find your eyes locking with hers as she steps close. \n\n"Over the many years you have had these demonic powers, you have repeatedly refused to use them maliciously or for self-interest. Though obviously you have been limited by the nature of them, you have still used them to save lives, help others, and make the world a better place."\n\n"Does that... count?" you ask, the words slow and uncertain.\n\n"For you? I'm afraid not," Marriel says, tone becoming a bit sad. "Though certainly your actions would earn you consideration if it were up to Heaven, you made an agreement with the demon Xiora, an agreement we cannot break. No matter how much good you did in the world, your soul would still be hers forever at the end of your life."\n\n"Oh." You resist the urge to add 'Bummer', and instead make your way back over to the bench, sinking to sit on it, the stone pleasantly warm and easy to sit on against your bare ass and sex.\n\n"The reason I have come is that there may be a greater good you can do than any earthly act, Amanda," Marriel says gently as she follows after you, looking down at you with a gentle but serious expression on her face. "You see, a war is coming. The forces of the planes below are rallying, and it will not be long before those armies are unleashed upon Heaven. It may be that the final rest of many uncountable good people is at risk, as well as reality itself."\n\nYou stare at her. "Are you telling me Hell wants to conquer Heaven?"\n\n"Hells, but yes. And if the demons feel they are strong enough to take the fight to Heaven, they will almost certainly be right. We must take the fight to them before it comes to that. But there is a difficulty." She sighs slightly. "Demons are not weakened in Heaven, but Angels are weakened by the lower planes. Even a single Angel capable of their full strength could mount the attacks we need to damage and scatter their forces before they were coalesced into a single great Hell Army. But even all the hosts of Heaven would function at only a fraction of their power there, even if we were willing to risk the Gates going unguarded."\n\n"So... what are you asking me? I don't understand," you murmur with a shake of the head.\n\n"Amanda, we need an Angel who carries within them some small hint of the demonic. Even the smallest trace of that power could insulate them from the influence of the lower realms, and allow them to complete their mission, saving Heaven and all of the rest of Creation along with it. Obviously, no demon could be trusted with bearing or siring such a child, and most mortals with demonic taint could not be trusted either. But if there were one with demon powers, who had proven themselves selfless and good..."\n\nYour eyes widen with realization, and Marriel smiles again as she nods once.\n\n"Yes, my child... I am asking you if you will give birth to a warrior Angel who will save us all."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|CheerSS]]\n\n[[Refuse.|CheerSS]]\n\n[[... You need to think about it.|CheerSS]]

"Look, let's just give them what they want," you say with a glance over at Jane. "This is all some weird sort of... game or whatever, right?"\n\n"Is it a game? Gosh, I wonder how many points all the raptor dicks I've sucked are worth," Callie muses, tapping her chin as she looks upward.\n\nJane gives her an odd look, then looks back at you. "Trust me, eventually they'll want something you don't wanna give. Then you might find it a little disturbing just how much you <i>do</i> find yourself wanting it." She sighs and leans back on her hands, not bothering to hide the hole in the crotch of her bodysuit now. "But overall I don't really disagree with you. I've avoided being completely captured up to this point... not a lot left to lose by just cooperating anymore, I guess."\n\n"Hm, I suppose you have a point there," Callie muses. Just then the door slides open with a hiss, one of the blocky-striped raptors looming in it. Its reptilian lips pull back from its teeth in a leer as it looks around at all three of you, gaze lingering on Jane's lap and causing her to press her legs together. Apparently unbothered, it looks at Callie and gives a few short hoots and clicks. "Yes, we've decided we'll help you in figuring out the other experiments. She'll do it," she adds, pointing at you.\n\n"Me?" you yelp, pointing at yourself, even as the raptor makes a *hronk?* noise and aims one talon in your direction.\n\n"Oh, it's all actually pretty easy," Callie answers, waving off your concerns. "Honestly, I think they just have some gaps in their conceptual thinking that keep them from quite grasping it." At a series of distinctly offended-sounding hoots and clicks from the raptor, the bespectacled woman gives a little 'psh'. "Oh, you do too, you couldn't even figure out what toilets were for until one of you wanted to leer at me while I used one."\n\nYou and Jane glance away uncomfortably, while even the raptor looks to the side and scratches a claw at the top of its head. Then you yelp as it bends and wraps its long, clawed fingers around your upper arm, guiding you to your feet and along with it as it leaves the room, the door hissing closed behind the two of you. It shows you the way to a screen set in the wall, then makes insistent honks as it taps one of the icons to bring up a text list. At a quick glance, it looks like a list of ongoing projects. Just why a place built to clone dinosaurs was working on some of this, you haven't the foggiest. You look at the list, then questioningly at the raptor. It makes a sweeping gesture with its claw all down the screen and honks again. Okay, apparently any of them will do, you just have to pick one.\n\n[[Size-Changing Beam|RaptorSize1x1]] - An experiment in making things grow or shrink. Seems pretty straightforward. Maybe the raptors don't want to have to run away from the T-rex, if there is one on the island.\n\n[[Botany Experiment|RaptorPlants1x1]] - Something to do with genetically engineered flowers? Do you even know where you'd start there? But apparently the raptors, and Callie, think you can figure something out.\n\n[[Biological Storage|RaptorFluid1x1]] - Using... living things to store stuff? Geez, this facility had some weird ideas.\n\n[[Cerebral Pattern Buffer Device|RaptorSwap1x1]] - It sounds like it's meant to be able to store someone's mind on a computer and then put it back in their body? Why would the raptors want something like that?

"No, no way," you assert, frowning. "There's no way that kind of thing happens, he must have something on you. C'mon, Mom, you can tell me what it is!"\n\n"Oh, no, I promise you, I required nothing more than being allowed to serve him," your mother assures you. "That was all I needed. Although the Master does, admittedly, always get his way. Whether it's through raw charisma or some incentive. You'll understand when you meet him."\n\nShaking your head, you settle into your chair, brooding a bit as your mother finishes the drive by pulling up to a large, somewhat imposing-seeming house that you'd probably think had a great gothic style if you weren't so annoyed. Your mother gets out of the car and rounds to the side to join you, both of you walking up the steps and across the porch. She opens the door, not bothering with knocking or a lock, and only pauses briefly to pick up a black leather collar off of a shelf, the tag a purple 'female' symbol. Putting it on as she walks through the well-lit hallway, as if it were just part of getting ready in the morning, she pauses in front of a single door to knock and show you into an upscale office, one that looks like somebody got paid six figures to figure out how to blend 'cutting edge corporate' with 'old-school Elizabethan'. Though there's a man with close-cropped blonde hair and glasses standing beside the desk, you immediately know that the man sitting behind it must be your mother's supposed Master.\n\nYou have to admit that you're pretty struck by his looks. His pale skin is offset by almost purely black hair, pulled back in a thick ponytail behind his head, baring perfect ears and showing off his strong jaw and pwerful but beautiful face. Slim midnight brows draw attention to his intense, pale eyes that focus on you with a force that contains not a hint of lewdness or leering and yet leaves you feeling naked and trembling under it. His mouth is surrounded by an extremely sharply-cut goatee, and his sleek black suit with red vest and tie leaves him looking like some even hotter, slightly evil, and much sexier version of Tony Stark.\n\n"Good afternoon, Cyan," he says evenly. "I'm glad you could join us. Please, be seated."\n\nEyeing him warily, and tossing a glance at your mother, you move to one of the chairs in front of the desk, your mother primly settling into the other. "Yeah. Hi. So you are...?"\n\n"My name is unnecessary. Whether you will refer to me as 'Master' is what we're here to discuss," he says, his tone somehow both blunt and politely professional. At your shocked look, he continues. "As you may have surmised, I had your mother invite you here today because I wish to add you to my collection of slaves."\n\nYou just stare at him for a moment, before you can't help it and burst out laughing. "Are you <i>insane</i>?!"\n\n"Not at all. If you refer to my audacity, that is simply my manner of approaching things. If you refer to the legality, I pay my lawyer very handsomely to take care of these things," he adds, the blonde man giving a slight nod as he's indicated. "He will make everything perfectly legal, despite your age, I assure you. And if you refer to what I could possibly offer you to make you consider such a thing, the answer is 'virtually anything you can imagine'."\n\nYou laugh again, though a little more nervously than before. "And that's how you get slave girls? You pay them?"\n\n"Some of my slaves, yes. Some serve for their own sakes," he continues, glancing at your mother who positively beams. "Others have traded their servitude for less tangible things. But yes, money is a great motivator. After all, your father was able to put a dollar amount on being husband to your mother in anything more than name. Oh, does that shock you?" His pale lips curl up just a little on one side at your expression. "Yes, I'm sure he's been 'laying low' to avoid explaining to you where the money came from, but now he will have no further need to. Aren't you happy for him? But name your price, Cyan... whatever your young heart can imagine. I've decided I want you, so no price is too high."\n\n"I... I mean, what are... what do you even mean, when you say I'd be your slave?" you ask, feeling overwhelmed enough to at least be curious.\n\n"When outside of this house, you could act as you pleased. Go on with your life, be your own person, even have slaves of your own if you care to. But when I summon you... or when you care to visit... you will be collared and obedient. Your body is mine to use as I see fit, decorate and toy with as I see fit. You will obey my orders loyally and without question. And I say again, name your price. Anything you like. Go on, try me," he suggests, smiling again, those intense, pale eyes flashing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask for a ridiculous amount of money.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Ask for equipment.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Ask for power.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Ask for magic spells.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Ask him to go to Hell.|GGParent]]

Another urge, just as strong and clear as the first, comes over you. You pant out a "Wait, wait!" Somehow you're not surprised when Jack immediately stops and releases you, allowing you to clamber forward, his hard, throbbing cock sliding out of your cunt and swaying briefly, dripping girlcum all over the floor. You turn and urge him to his feet and to step forward, starting to jerk him off in the direction of the little statue, panting heavily with arousal and need as you look at him, then it. "Cum on her, cum all over her."\n\nLeslie just as abruptly swings herself off of Kev's cock, leaving it to sway in the air and then angle over his belly, dripping, before she grabs his hands and hauls him to his feet, leading him over to stand opposite Jack. She too settles onto her knees and starts jerking him frantically, murmuring, "Cum on her~" before leaning in to start worshipping his balls with her tongue.\n\nBoth boys moan and gasp, and only last another minute or so before their cocks begin firing long, thick streamers of cum. The creamy white jizz rains down over the little statue, splattering its wings, its silver hair, its face, and those perfectly-carved stone tits with their ruby nipples with their seed. Once both boys have obviously been milked, you and Leslie both sit back on your heels, panting, looking at your handiwork almost... expectantly.\n\nA thrill of shock, fear, and arousal runs through you as the cum is rapidly absorbed into the statue, which begins to grow rapidly. The slightly rough stone surface smooths out, obviously becoming skin despite staying the same grey color. The molded mass of silver hair begins to sway, actually clinking softly as it becomes innumerable tiny strands rubbing together. Silver eyes sink closed, then open again with glowing red sclera as the grey wings give a flap and the tail lashes, the rubies capping its breasts now obviously some sort of jewelry with golden trimmings, though its crotch is still as bare as ever, a slight hint of pink now showing amidst the grey folds.\n\nThe creature steps down from the altar with a bounce of its full breasts, light glimmering off the rubies covering its nipples as it looks back and forth. "Well now. Hello," she purrs. "What a lovely awakening for Kirio, succubus goddess. Such a bunch of pretty young things ready to be my offerings."\n\n<hr>\n[[Bow down to her.|GGHH13x5]]\n\n[[Scream and run.|GGHH]]

"I think I can manage," you reply, giving her a mildly forced smile and a thumbs-up. She gives you a big smile in return and goes trotting off back towards the main room, almost bowling you over with her boobs in the process.\n\nYou glance after her for a few moments, then shake your head. Man, maybe the name of this place wasn't misspelled after all. That was wild... if it hadn't been so shocking, it might have been hot! Probably best you didn't say anything, though... you don't need your agency dropping you because of inappropriate work conversations. Deciding to focus on mopping the floors as instructed... though what you just saw indicates this may be a truly Sisyphian task... you find a bucket and fill it with water and Pinesol, before grabbing the rather careworn mop and heading back out to the main area. You notice that Dr. Canny and Frankie have gathered around the screen, but try not to pay attention as you start mopping up the opposite end of the room. None of your business, after all.\n\n"Joan! You get out of that escape pod right now! Do you hear me!" Dr. Canny is shouting, actually shaking a fist at the screen. "I'll get you if it's the last thing I dooooo!"\n\nWow. That's... uh, yeah. You keep your eyes on your mop as you try to clean layers of boob-smacked chemicals off the linoleum. You're thinking that maybe tomorrow you'll call into the temp office and mention something about a hostile work environment. But for right now, you just keep your mind and your eyes on what you're doing.\n\n"Well, she's gone, boss," Frankie says, the pout obvious in her voice.\n\n"I know that, you mammary support system! But with this, the experiment cannot continue! We need another warm body up there to park their brain in front of the screen!"\n\n"Oh, right. Yeah, I guess we need someone new, huh?"\n\n"Yes. ... Yes, indeed. Some regular joe. Someone we don't like. ... Someone in a red jumpsuit."\n\n'Boy, I feel sorry for <i>that</i> guy,' you think, right before something clonks you over the back of the head.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|MikeMST1x2]]

Feeling something gripping your soul, something powerful and pleasurable, you turn towards the demonic figure and bow down until your face is against the floor, your bare ass raised a bit, hands pressed flat to the stone. You can sense more than see the others doing the same as you say, "Oh Kirio, we are honored to be your offerings, and give our very existence over to you."\n\n"Hm, yes, you do," Kirio says airily, briefly examining her glistening black talon-like fingernails before glancing down. "On your feet, all of you, I want to have a look at my property."\n\nYou quickly rise up to your feet, hands at your side and back arched to better show off your tits, the others similarly doing their best to present themselves. Kirio saunters up and down the short line, her large grey breasts bouncing with every step she takes as her red-scleraed silver eyes look you up and down critically, like a handful of livestock she was considering purchasing for her farm. She fondles the boys' cocks, pinches Leslie's nipples, and spends some time with you, sliding her fingers into your mouth and checking your teeth and tongue, working her fingers around in your cunt and ass to make you moan and cum, squeezing your tits. Finally, she nods.\n\n"I only need two servants right now, with my energy levels as they are. You and you." She points at Jack and yourself, then points to the side a bit. "Stand over there, I'll turn you into my slaves in a moment." Quivering with excitement, you step aside, watching as she then points at Leslie and Kev. "You and you, your existences will end to strengthen mine."\n\n"Y... yes, Mistress," both of them stammer, fear washing over their faces, but you can also see a drop of pre ooze out of Kev's cock and arousal running down Leslie's thighs, the idea of their lives being ended at the whim of their mistress obviously arousing them due to whatever control this demon has over all of you.\n\n"This one, I'm going to drain the soul out of," Kirio says as she brushes her fingertips over Kev's chest. He gasps, his eyes widening as he instantly begins cumming, his cock spurting even longer, thicker ropes of milky jizz than before... and doesn't stop, just continuing to gush as his body trembles. The succubus sinks to her knees in front of him, smiling as she strokes him a few times, his constantly-cumming prick painting her tits. "Just a nice influx of pure energy."\n\n"W-what about me, Mistress?" Leslie asks, swallowing heavily.\n\n"You, meat, will be devoured whole," Kirio answers simply, glancing briefly at Leslie as if barely deigning to acknowledge her existence. "I need some physical sustenance from this plane and you'll do nicely." Then she leans forward and wraps her mouth around Kev's swollen cockhead, starting to smoothly bob her head up and down the length of his pole, gulping down every single spurt of his cum that he gives.\n\nLeslie just stares down at her, body trembling, pussy leaking as she watches Kev have the life sucked out of him, knowing that the moment Kirio is done it will be her turn. Kev looks some strange mixture between terrified and completely overcome by pleasure, his eyes rolling and body swaying as Kirio sucks him off, draining gallons of cum out of his apparently endlessly full balls. His skin begins to go pale, already skinny body losing even further definition as the succubus deepthroats him as if it were nothing, her skin taking on a sleek, glossy shine as if it were glowing with health. He turns fully white, and then an ashen gray as the minutes roll by, head lolling lifelessly, eyes rolled up completely to show white, then sinking closed as he slumps. Finally Kirio draws her luscious lips back off of his prick, letting the shriveled, limp thing drop free of her mouth, and gives him an absentminded shove backwards. When Kev's body hits the floor it bursts into a cloud of dust, which quickly gusts away on an invisible, unfelt breeze.\n\n"Eternal souls are so tasty, but not very filling," Kirio comments as she lazily gets to her feet, stepping over in front of Leslie. "Time to fill my belly with some meat."\n\n"Y-yes Mistress," Leslie whimpers, her body shaking like a leaf. "Thank you, Mistress," she adds, tears running down her cheeks much like the arousal running down her inner thighs.\n\n"Hm, let's make you a bit more managable size," Kirio comments, resting a hand atop Leslie's head and pushing. The blonde yelps as she abruptly shrinks down to about half her size along with the push, still maintaining her full proportions despite the drop in height. She wriggles as the grey-skinned demon grabs her, pinning her arms to her sides and lifting her up. Kirio's mouth gapes wide open, and Leslie's eyes widen as she's drawn towards it. It looks like just before her head slides past the demon's lips she gains enough control to scream, but it's instantly muffled as she's shoved in, the outline of her face with its gaping-open mouth showing bulging up Kirio's throat. And then that's being pushed down as Kirio shoves her further in, Leslie's shoulders and chest disappearing past the succubus's lips. Her tits make obvious bulges in Kirio's throat as the grey-skinned demoness shoves two fingers in Leslie's cunt, using it as a grip to drag the kicking-legged girl forward, pushing her deeper and deeper. The legs continue to kick, then squirm, then finally go still as Leslie disappears past Kirio's lips up to the knees. Finally the bulge of Leslie's legs disappear down Kirio's throat, the demoness's flat gray belly now bulging up as if she were ten or so months pregnant. Patting the squirming, wriggling bump, which is already gradually starting to grow smaller, Kirio turns to you and Jack.\n\n"Hm. You were the one who was most receptive to my call, and thus responsible for letting me out," Kirio notes as she steps over to you, tracing two fingers down your cheek. "It's one of the reasons I decided to keep you as one of my mortal slaves. Through your submission, you are my property for all eternity. An object for me to use as I see fit. You understand?"\n\nYou quiver slightly with a small orgasm, then nod eagerly. "Y-yes, Mistress."\n\n"Good. Now, as a further reward added to your eternity of slavery, I will give you something you will almost never have again in the millions of years to come... a choice. I need two servants... a Collector, and a Corruptor. The Collector to go about raping and despoiling mortals, fucking them until they break and their souls come loose, so that they may be brought to me as sustenance. The Corruptor, to plant lust and deviancy in the hearts of other mortals, the more innocent and pure the better, so that I may make them my slaves. So, which of my tools will you be, slave? Collector, or Corruptor?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Collector.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Corruptor.|GGHH]]

You barely even hear her command, you're too busy staring at that massive cock, your jaw having dropped. An actual futanari! Here in front of you!\n\n"... Hey. Hey, I said look into my-" The pale redhead starts in annoyance, before apparently noticing where you're staring. Her lips slowly curl up in a grin, especially as your face flushes when her cock starts to harden. "Oh, you like this, do you?" she coos, reaching down to stroke herself with one hand, the long, white pole wobbling and shaking a little less with each stroke as it thickens. "I guess I don't even need to mesmerize you, hm? You've got such a bad case of cock-lust that you'll do anything I ask, won't you?"\n\nYou swallow and nod, finally looking up at her, squirming at the stiffness of your cock inside your jeans. That luscious female form, with that practically horse-sized cock attached? It's every bit of porn you've ever sought out on the internet. At your look, her grin widens, fangs peeking over her lips.\n\n"Alright then. Get out of your clothes and get over here. Put my balls on your face."\n\nYou practically can't strip down fast enough, shedding your clothes and almost running over to her to fall on your knees in front of her, your own hard, much smaller cock jutting up from your crotch as you lean in to press your face against her smooth white sack. You moan like a slut as you rub your nose into it, letting it rest over your eyes as you run your hands worshipfully up and down her thighs and hips. You tilt your head back, tongue lapping out to stroke over the silky, porcelain-colored skin.\n\n"Mmm, there's a good slut," the dickgirl vampire coos, stroking a hand over your hair. "Suck my balls like a proper whore and I'll fuck that little bitch throat of yours for you."\n\nYou begin tongue-worshiping her balls even more eagerly now, moaning and squeezing at her curvy, yielding hips as you lean in towards her sack. Her balls are almost too big to fit in your mouth, but you do your best, sucking at one and working your tongue over it, trying to coax it in. Even with just one in your mouth your jaw feels stretched, your eyes rolling a little as you suck the fat ball as if your life depended on it. Finally you pull back, gasping, before tilting your head and repeating the process with the other. After that you wash your tongue over her sack as much as you can, making soft, desperate little noises of arousal as your own prick drips pre onto the floor.\n\n"Fffuck yes... you're an eager piece of ass," she murmurs. "Alright, bitch, you can call me Mistress Ame, but for now I've got a better use for that mouth than saying anything at all. Get up on the bed on your back, with your head draped over the side. Gonna need a nice straight shot to fuck your face."\n\nTrembling with excitement, you rise to your feet and walk over to the bed, settling down on it as directed, letting your head fall over the side and looking at her upside down as you open your mouth wide and jut your tongue out. Giggling, she walks over, massive pole swaying back and forth and tits jiggling heavily. She slides her prick along the front of your throat until her balls bump your chin, letting you feel where the head is rubbing against your chest to show just how far down it will go. Your hands clench in the sheets, hips giving a reflexive thrust in desire, your young prick dripping clear, slimy drops onto your belly. Ame mmms as she draws back, then reaches down, her hands fastening like a vice on either side of your head so that you couldn't move or flinch even if you wanted to. Then her fat cockhead presses against your open mouth and pushes forward, forcing your lips to spread wider and your jaw to open further as she forces her way inside. She doesn't stop, either, continuing to move her hips forward with a steady, relentless pace. You gag as her cock pushes at your throat, but then she's pushing forward anyway, forcing the gag to turn into reflexive swallowing and gulping.\n\nShe's merciless in pushing forward, and doesn't stop until the root of her cock is pressed deep between your lips. Only then does she begin thrusting, holding onto your head to keep you in place as she uses you like a sex doll, her heavy white balls slapping against your face. She laughs as you grab your cock with one hand and begin pumping it furiously, your other gripping your balls and fondling them as her own thump into your nose, eyes, and forehead. "Yeah, that's right, jerk that pathetic little cock, bitch," she almost purrs. Actually at eight inches you were one of the most well-hung guys in your year... but you guess next to the massive fuckstick pumping between your lips, it is a small, unimpressive thing. The thought makes you start jerking off all the more furiously, moaning around your new Mistress's prick as you start to cum, spattering your load all over your chest and belly, but not for a moment going limp or stopping your frenzied masturbation.\n\nLaughing again, Ame grabs your wrists and pulls them to the sides, pinning them to the bed as she leans forward. Her massive tits press around your cum-smeared prick as she pumps her own huge white cock down your throat, your spit spurting out a little with her thrusts and dampening her balls, making their slaps against your face even more noticeable. "Oh you're a fun little thing, aren't you? So eager for my dick. Mm, think I'll keep you. Question is, how should I keep you? You're a cute piece of ass now, but I could always change you into something even more suited to being my sex slave. A nice wet pussy to fuck and some big fat tits of your own, or maybe just make you a nice little girlyboi... mm, you decide, pet. Just think it to me since your mouth is kinda full!"\n\n<hr>\n[[You want to be her bimbo slut.|HHHVampDick]]\n\n[[You want to be her hot little piece of asspussy.|HHHVampDick]]\n\n[[You want to be her pet bitch.|HHHVampDick]]\n\n[[You want to be her fucktoy.|HHHVampDick1x3]]

You want to be her toy, you think, delirious with bliss at feeling her cock fucking your throat, her massive tits engulfing your prick, her strong body completely dominating you. You want to be used however she feels like, with no choice of your own, forever.\n\n"Oooo, a very proper wish for a nice little slut like you," Ame chirps, suddenly straightening up and pulling her spit-dripping dick out of your mouth, leaving you gasping and shuddering, your face flushed and wet as you stare up at her. "Let's make it come true!"\n\nShe abruptly flips you over and then drags you around, grabbing your waist and lifting it up, your legs dangling over the side of the bed and feet off the floor. You brace your hands on the bed and glance over your shoulder, but then are forced to throw your head back in pleasure as she abruptly drives her throbbing undead dick deep into your ass, your eyes rolling and your tongue lolling out, your cock immediately spurting another load all over the bedcovers. Your stiff cock bounces and sways under you, dripping cum as she begins pounding into your eager, previously virgin ass, her heavy tits bouncing energetically with every thrust.\n\n"Mmm, nice and tight, but you can get tighter, like a good fucktoy should be," the dickgirl vampire coos, her purple eyes flashing. You can feel her cock starting to get thicker and longer inside you, growing bigger with every thrust... no, wait, it's that you're shrinking! Your body grows smaller with every thrust, until your hands are lifted off the bed, her own wrapped more firmly around your middle pumping you back and forth along her prick as your limbs sway underneath you. But as you grow smaller your arms and legs begin to shrink too. The bulge of her dick in your stomach slides further and further up as your body gets smaller, going impossibly deep, until you can actually feel it bulging up your throat. And then your lips are forced into a wide O as her cock pushes out of them from behind.\n\nYour arms and legs completely disappear into your body, soon followed by your shrunken cock as it gives one last tiny spurt of cum before being absorbed back into you. Your face gradually disappears as well, shrinking into the jiggly, flesh-colored eight-inch tube your body has become, leaving you as nothing more than a textured sleeve stretched around her throbbing prick. You can still somehow see her, looming huge above you, mostly just those massive, jiggling white tits as well as the swaying of her balls and her crotch bumping against you as she works you along her monster prick.\n\nFinally she gives a sweet cry, squeezing your jiggly little body and yanking you all the way down on herself as she spurts a good gallon of cum through the air, spraying it all over the bed. She pants softly, taking her hands away, leaving you speared on her dick as she makes her way around the room, letting you feel her gradually going soft inside you. But her girth and length is more than enough to keep you buried around the bottom of her cock as she changes the bedsheets, her eyes not even wandering towards you as if already having forgotten you'd ever been anything more than the jiggly little onahole she's turned you into.\n\nOnly once she's finished cleaning up does she grip you with one hand and slide you off of her length, her limp cock dropping out of you and your body resuming its new shape of a tube with an asshole-shaped pucker at one end and a blank opening at the other. Grinning, she sets you down on the nightstand and makes her way back over to her coffin.\n\n"Well, see you later. Maybe. I'll probably feel like using you... once a month. Or year. Depending."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|HHHVampDick1xEnd]]

"Uh, hey, listen, I've got something I've gotta do," you say, already backing away from Jakson. Seeing he's about to protest, you add, "It's related to what he was talking about with me earlier!" Which... isn't entirely a lie, just that neither he nor Jakson knows that your dissatisfaction with the monastery is because you never saw it before until today.\n\n"Oh." Jakson blinks, then nods. "Okay, there's not that many deliveries left to do anyway. Go ahead. Will you catch up or...?"\n\n"Nah, I'll just see you back at the monastery, okay?" you call, waving before turning and hurrying off. It takes a bit of weaving around and doing a few double-backs, but you eventually find your way to the tower you saw. It's bigger than it looked from even a little distance away... while it really is just a single cylinder going straight up, it's a really wide, really tall cylinder. ... Yeah okay you might consider the symbolism and snicker for a moment before wiping that look off your face. You're here to ask these people for help, after all. After a moment of looking, you don't see a button or a pullcord or anything, so you just knock on the door.\n\nA moment later a slim redheaded girl in black robes answers the door, blinking hazel eyes at you from behind a pair of little round spectacles. "Yes, may I help you...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Explain everything.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Explain a little.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Ask about employment.|GGMonk]]

You kind of like purple, and it's an unusual color to see in a place like this. You walk over and reach out to touch the coffin lid, bracing for it to suddenly swing open and for some mannequin or something to fling forward and go 'BLEEE-BRUH-BRUH-BRUH!' or whatever.\n\nThe coffin lid does suddenly swing open, making you jump a little, but you go stumbling backwards when instead of some cheap animatronic, an actual person climbs out. A very naked, very... extreme-proportioned person. Certainly it looks like a woman, with long, deeply red hair swaying down her back as she moves. It's hard to say it's not a woman with those massive tits jiggling with her movements as well, each one at least as big as your head, probably bigger, each one capped by an extremely pale pink nipple, probably only visible because the rest of her is so white as well. Except as your eyes take in her flat, toned stomach and round curvy hips, they're also unable to deny the truly massive cock hanging between her legs, practically brushing her knees as it too sways, massive, pale hairless balls bobbling below the limp shaft like apples. \n\n"Hhhha, it was so stuffy in there, I was feeling quite compressed," she says in a smooth, sweet voice, running her hands over her massive tits. ... You're now fairly certain that they're what caused the lid to go flinging open like that. Her pale pink lips curl up in a smile as she looks at you, purple eyes glittering brightly. "Oooo, a cute one, too. Come, boy, look into my eyes."\n\n<hr>\n[[Look at her eyes.|HHHVampDick]]\n\n[[Stare at her tits.|HHHVampDick]]\n\n[[Stare at her cock.|HHHVampDick1x2]]

You're really nervous about asking to leave... you don't want to wind up molested again in front of all these people. And besides, you also don't want to risk them getting ticked off and making you leave before you can eat. Of course, being so nervous somehow just makes the pressure building down low inside you worse. You squirm and wriggle in your seat, desperately trying to ignore the feeling.\n\nThe food arrives eventually... Mai ordered you spaghetti and meatballs despite the fanciness of the restaurant, as if to drive home that you were eating off of the kids' menu. Still, food is food, and for a little while you're able to distract yourself from the pressure that is now starting to get painful. Just a little bit more, you think, just a little bit more, assuming that no one wants dessert...\n\nThen, a bit distant, a restaurant employee opens the top of the lobster tank to get one out. The sound of bubbling, moving water is all it takes to erode the last of your willpower, and you can feel warmth and wetness start in your lap as the front of your girlish pink panties quickly soaks through, the arc of your urine hitting the inside of your skirt and quickly soaking it to your legs as well. Tears of humiliation and shame fill your eyes as the smell and then the sound of liquid streaming onto the floor hit Mai and Chun-Li, making them look at you in shock.\n\n"Oh, for!" Mai huffs and throws her napkin down atop the table, then stands and grabs you by the upper arm, pulling you to your feet. "Just... just look at this, why would you... gah!" \n\n"S-sorry," you sniffle, staring down at the ground, but of course able to see the soaked front of your skirt, even more ashamed that it now falls more clearly against the outline of your cock.\n\n"Well obviously I've got to take her home, since apparently she doesn't know how to use the bathroom like a big girl," Mai grumbles, shaking her head. "Chunbuns, would you...?"\n\n"I'll take care of things here," the Chinese woman answers. "But you owe me, and you can start by not calling me Chunbuns."\n\nKeeping her firm grip on your arm, Mai leads you back out of the restaurant. You can hear people murmuring and even snickering as you pass, and can't help but start sniffling, doing your best to keep from exploding into full-on crying... you don't need any extra reinforcement of feeling like a small girl! Mai stops on the sidewalk outside, then just sighs and mutters that the two of you will never get a cab like this and sets off down the sidewalk. You almost quail at the idea of having to walk several blocks at least like this, but her no-nonsense manner keeps you trotting along at her side.\n\nYou're so humiliated by the glances, whispers, and sometimes even outright pointing and laughing you encounter along the way that by the time you arrive back at Mai's apartment building, you're quietly crying, your face solid red and messy. Mai looks at you and huffs out a sigh. "Well, we'd better get you cleaned off." She marches you into the bathroom and strips you out of your clothes, as if not trusting you to do it yourself any more, tossing your piss-soaked panties into the corner with a wet *plp*. She runs the bath, then snags up a wet wipe and cleans your face off.\n\nEven once she's run the bath, she doesn't leave you to it. She orders you to get in, then washes you herself. You'd probably be distracted by her tits wobbling around in her little black dress, pressing against you occasionally or getting splashed with water, if you weren't too consumed with self-pity and feeling ashamed. She cleans off your cock herself, and you do give a little gasp, but despite all the rubbing and how sensitive it feels, there's no reaction... apparently your body is more convinced than ever that you're a girl. Mai then uses some more of the girly Persimmon Princess products to give you a scrubbing, and wraps you in another fluffy pink towel before leading you back into the main room.\n\nChun-Li has apparently just arrived back by the time you're finished with your bath, and is setting down several large bags on the table. "Since our little girl is apparently not ready for big-girl panties," she says in a droll tone. "I thought it prudent to pick up a few things. Like these." With that, she lifts out a large, squarish plastic bag of disposable diapers and thunks it down.\n\n"Oh, hey, good idea," Mai chirps, instantly regaining the rest of her good cheer, since her apparent bad mood had already faded. "Guess we'd better start raising our little girl up right, but from the start!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Meekly submit.|HLMai15x2]]\n\n[[This is too far!|HLMai]]

You're so ashamed with yourself that you can't really argue at this point. You simply watch with a resigned feeling as Mai and Chun-Li work together to unpack all the new purchases. Mai unrolls the oversized pad onto the table, then beckons you over. You walk with meek little bare footsteps, not resisting as Mai relieves you of the towel and then lifts you up and lays you on your back on the new-smelling plastic pad. It crinkles and shifts as you settle onto it, not unlike the sound of the plain white diaper that Mai unfolds. She puts your legs together and lifts them up, sliding the diaper under your raised butt and then lowering it down. You can feel the absorbent padded insides pressing against your sensitive little balls and dick as she fastens the adhesive in place, leaving them snug on you.\n\nMai lifts you up again, quite easily in fact, as if you really weighed no more than a baby. When she sets you down she does it in such a way that you're left on your knees. Chun-Li grins as she fastens a frilly pink bib around your neck, then pokes a big pink pacifier against your lips. With a resigned air you open your mouth and let her pop it inside... then blush as your tongue discovers the shape of the end of it. Giving a few sucks is even more embarrassing since the hard plastic nub filling your mouth is shaped like a cock, meaning that any absent tonguing or sucking of it you do could quite possibly be considered "training".\n\n"Here, go play with your toys," Mai chirps, red-painted lips curled in a bit of a smirk as she passes you a plush train. Resigned, you take the train and then crawl over to the area in front of the couch, your diaper making crinkling, rustling noises with every move as your ass shakes back and forth from your crawling. Your cock also rubs against the inside due to the snug fit, and its increased sensitivity is making you increasingly turned-on, even as you go through the motions of playing with the babyish toy.\n\nMai and Chun-Li take it in turns to wash up, changing into t-shirts and snug but comfortable-looking panties that nevertheless show off their impressive bulges. They sit on the couch to eat cookies, discussing the day's work that didn't involve you. It turns into a steady droning that you tune out much like you used to tune out your own parents, your mind winding up focusing on playing with the stuffed train than it ordinarily might. So much so that when Mai tucks her hands under your arms and lifts you up, you find yourself a little disappointed as she swings you into a carry and heads towards the bed.\n\n"Bedtime!" she announces, Chun-Li already beneath the sheets on the far side of the bed. Mai sets you down in the middle and then slides in as well. "Here, let's let you settle," she coos, pulling the pacifier out of your mouth. She pulls her t-shirt up to bare her large breasts, then guides your head to one. Blushing, you close your mouth around her puffy nipple and begin to suckle. There's nothing coming out, though, and you also find your tongue teasing the stiff nub almost more through reflex than trying to arouse her. Still she moans softly, even as she pets your hair affectionately. "There's a good baby," she encourages.\n\nYou don't even notice when you fall asleep, until you wake up with your head still resting on Mai's bare breasts. The room is just barely lit with very early-morning light, and both Mai and Chun-Li are still asleep. You glance down, and notice that both also have raging morning wood, their stiff poles turning the comfy, stretchy panties into tall tents with the legholes stretched away from their hips. You blush at the sight, realizing that they might want you to... help out with that. It would certainly be their idea of being a good daughter, to judge by what they've done so far...\n\n<hr>\n[[Be a "good girl".|HLMaiplaceholder]]\n\n[[Just get some more rest.|HLMaiplaceholder]]

You approach the obviously female sarcophogus, sort of wondering how the designer managed to give it obvious tits without breaking from the style and making it look ridiculous. You've got to hand it to WorldLand's art department... they apparently know what they're doing. The face gives an impression of youth, an artfully sculpted blue gold beauty mark poking out from one side of the chin, the hair giving the impression of a pageboy style cut. The designs are pretty neat and... wow, did the designer sneak in nipples? Pretty cheeky for a family park! Maybe they figure no real youngsters would come this far into the haunted house anyway. Drawing your gaze away from that, you examine the cartouche running down the center, roughly from between the breasts along the belly.\n\n<center>[img[opalahiero]]</center>\n\nHunh. Long, whatever it says. Wonder if that's supposed to be their name? Now you're kind of curious to see inside. It's probably just some cheap paper mache body wrapped in toilet paper... but then again, maybe it'll be a bit cooler than that, considering how much effort they've already gone to. You start to reach for the lid, then notice a sign tacked to the wall nearby. 'Beware! Whosoever opens the mummy's coffin without reading aloud their name shall suffer the mummy's curse!' You pause at that, glancing at the cartouche, then over at the nearby table with the translation book.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure, you'll play along.|OkanaStart]]\n\n[[Ain't nobody got time for that.|HHHMummy1x3]]

You kind of wonder what the point is of altering a character's Charisma score is this way. It's mostly useful for spellcasting or whatever, right? Of course, when you select the option, you notice that Tifa's chest gives a little jiggle despite her otherwise motionless state. Ohhh. She's currently set to a score of 55 out of 1-99... wow, in this world she's only a little bigger than average? Or maybe it's to give you a wider range of things to set it to.\n\nLooks like there's already a set of preset options to choose from, along with helpful notes to let you know just what each one does.\n\n<hr>\n[[Set to 99 ("Beanbag chairs").|FF7X]]\n\n[[Set to 80 ("Beachballs").|FF7X]]\n\n[[Set to 70 ("Melons").|FF7X]]\n\n[[Set to 20 ("Barely an A-cup")|FF7X]]\n\n[[Set to 1 ("Loli")|FF7X]]

Your lips part as you begin to pant softly, your face flushed as you set down your lantern and make your way over towards Jack. He too has set his down, though he still seems to be eyeing the statue as if to see if it might be attached to the altar. He jerks a bit as you settle to your knees in front of him and start undoing his pants, his eyes going wide. "Uh, Cy...?" he asks, as you pull down his zipper and tug the front of his jeans open.\n\n"Cyan, what the heck?!" Leslie squeaks, while Kev just stares slack-jawed.\n\n"C'mon, let's do it," you murmur, your voice an aroused rasp as you fish out Jack's cock and start stroking it lightly with one hand, your lust-glazed eyes staring up at him as he begins to harden in your fingers. "Let's have an orgy just like they did. Let's fuck for the sex goddess," you add with a little giggle, before sliding your lips over the tip of Jack's cock and swirl your tongue around it, making him gasp loudly.\n\n"Wha... what are you..." Leslie stammers, but out of the corner of your eye you can see her own nipples stiffening up, her eyes glazing over some as she watches you, small chest starting to rise and fall faster. Then in an almost dreamlike voice she says, "Yeah... yeah you're right... that sounds... fuckin' amazing," she murmurs, stepping over to Kev and leaning in to kiss him, stuffing her tongue into his mouth wantonly. Though he still looks shocked, he does nothing to resist as she opens up his own pants and slips his cock out, starting to stroke it to full hardness. In fact a moment later he's undoing her shorts and shoving them and her panties down her coltish legs, grabbing her bare ass with both hands and starting to knead it as she jerks him off.\n\nYou begin bobbing your head up and down along Jack's cock, moaning softly around it, while he gives out some low moans of his own, peeling off his shirt before resting a hand on your head, giving only slight urging motions with it to get you to suck down more of his prick. You wiggle out of your shoes and undo your jeans, working them over your ass and shifting them down your legs as you keep sucking, not wanting to take your mouth off that hard, hot cock any longer than you have to. Once you're bottomless, you rest one hand at the base of his shaft, pumping lightly and fondling his balls with the other hand, your pussy dripping softly onto the floor, the sound almost audible beneath the moans and gasps now starting to fill the basement. \n\nLeslie pushes Kev down onto his back, taking a moment to relieve herself of her shirt while Kev wiggles out of his own clothes. Then Leslie swings astride his head, grinding her pussylips down against his lower face, gasping out loudly as he starts eating her out, probably with more vigor than skill... but to judge by Leslie's flushed face and sweat-gleaming skin, she doesn't really care. She runs her hands up and down his skinny chest, then leans forward to resume jerking his cock, milking a steady stream of pre out of it to dribble down her fingers, until she finally leans forward and starts suckling on the head.\n\nYou slip your own mouth off of Jack's cock, leaning down towards the base, your hot breath washing over his balls before you press your mouth to the root of it and swirl your tongue around worshipfully, stroking his spit-dripping pole with your hand. Looking up at him, you rub your cheek against his prick, murmuring, "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me like an animal. Like a fucking mindless beast. Fuck me."\n\n"Then get on all fours like an animal, bitch," Jack growls, his own eyes blazing with desire and something else, something that is indeed bestial.\n\nGroaning eagerly, you draw back and take a moment to pull off your shirt and throw it aside, then get down on all fours, the altar and its watchful statue on one side of you. Jack takes a moment to kick off his pants completely before kneeling behind you, hands running over your ass and squeezing it, before he grips your waist tightly. True to your request, he slams forward like an animal, making you yowl in sweet ecstasy as he stuffs the full length of his cock into your sodden cunt and takes your virginity. Leslie almost simultaneously shifts around, moving to straddle Kev's lap and then dropping herself down on his prick, throwing her head back and screaming as she cums from having him inside her so roughly and abruptly. \n\nJack begins pounding forward into you, hauling you back against him and making your tits jiggle beneath you, drops of sweat sliding down them and flung from the stiff points of your nipples as you gasp and moan and cum every few thrusts. Leslie's riding Kev just as hard, tossing her head like a wild beast in heat, Kev's hands roaming her slender, toned, sweat-slick body, toying with her pert little tits as she slams herself down on his dick like she was trying to drive him into the floor. The sounds of flesh slapping on flesh and shamelessly moaning teenagers fill the basement, every strike of Jack's hips against your ass driving you forward and a little closer to yet another orgasm.\n\n"Ffffuck, fuck Cy, gonna cum," Jack growls, his prick trembling and seeming to swell even larger inside you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have him cum in your pussy.|GGHH14x1]]\n\n[[Have him cum in your ass.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Have him cum on the statue.|GGHH13x4]]

One thing you've found is fun to do with assortments is to eat all of one kind of candy before starting on the others. It sort of stretches it out and adds to the experience. Oo hey, you should include that in your blog post! But that aside, you have three types of chocolate to choose from, which do you start with?\n\n<hr>\n[[The domes.|HolVal]]\n\n[[The spheres.|HolVal]]\n\n[[The cylinders.|HolVal]]

The "slut gallery", where you keep the slaves you've captured using the Reconditioning Rifle, for the most part. Rather than a traditional gallery, it's technically a long line of holosuites... little miniature environments, each one tailored to let the reconditioned slaves show off their particular lewdness. Next to each set of sliding doors is a viewscreen giving a glimpse of the slut inside, and their current activities. Suite M-1 is empty, reserved for you to bring in one or more of the sluts to a new environment to play around with them, if you don't want to use the default one.\n\n<<if $sluttifa is true>>Suite 7-1 contains the reconditioned [[Tifa|Capture-SlutTifa1]]. Her holosuite has been set up as a recreation of her bar, save that it's now populated exclusively by incredibly well-hung boorish perverts.<<endif>>

"I think I'll take Bran," you announce, walking back over to the cage where the somewhat wolfish brown and grey dog is, his tail picking up the pace of its wagging as you approach again. "He seems like such a sweet guy."\n\n"He is, I think you two will be very happy together," the woman announces with a grin. She heads over and undoes the clasp of the cage, Bran standing up but staying in place as after a moment of hesitation, you go inside and kneel down, starting to pet his sides and rub his head, giggling a little as he gives your face a few licks. "There, you're clearly perfect for each other. I think I've got... yes, here we go," she adds, handing you a red collar and chain leash. "Go ahead and clip that on him. Do you know how to properly fit a collar?"\n\n"Yeah, I did research," you reply as you take the items, slipping the collar on the well-behaved dog and doing a quick check with your fingers.\n\n"Excellent, always glad to see someone who's not acting on impulse. Well, come along then, we'll do some paperwork and get you on your way."\n\nYou proceed to fill out paperwork, receive several tags, a large folder of printouts, and a few starter toys and a bag of food for your trouble, so by the time you're ready to leave your opinion of the teasing woman has improved rather a bit. You head home, Bran trotting along beside you, his new tags jingling merrily. You have to pause every so often to turn and give him rubs on the head or pats on the side. You admit you're already starting to fall in love with the charismatic, friendly beast, beyond just your newfound lust for all things canine.\n\nBut oh, you're lusting pretty hard. You shiver a little in eagerness as you arrive home, quickly moving to put away the food and lay out his new toys and dishes. After hanging up his leash, you look over at him standing there, wagging his tail, waiting for your next command. Somehow you bet he already knows "mount"...\n\n<hr>\n[[Take him up to your room and fuck.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Take him to the bathroom and fuck.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Wait.|GGDog1x10]]

"I don't really know what you mean," you reply, trying to sound calm, though you know the shakiness is there in your voice. "I mean, I guess I am looking for those traits," you add hastily, because you just know she'd get all smug again when you wound up picking a good-sized male dog. "But just because I'm thinking of breeding him. To a bitch! Another dog, I mean! For my animal rearing class in school! ... When it starts back..."\n\nBy the end your face is burning and the woman is giving you the biggest, smuggest 'Yeah right' expression in the world. Then she waves a hand a bit. "Alright, dear, if that's how you want it. It's your own business, after all. Let me show you some good options for..." She looks right into your eyes, voice lowering to a suggestive husk. "Getting that bitch good and bred."\n\nYou fight back a whimper and feel your knees go a little weak, but manage to force your rubbery legs into motion and get yourself under control as she starts walking along again, speaking airily as she does.\n\n"Now, we have a number of male dogs here that might be suitable for your purposes..." She tosses you a glance and a grin again, making you frown as she rubs it in. "But I'm guessing you've never owned a dog before?"\n\n"No," you admit.\n\n"Then you'll want one with at least some training, I think. There are three potentials that I think would be a wonderful fit for you, and I think you'll be very happy with any of them." She stops in front of a cage (though you bet they call them "suites" or something here) and gestures inside. You look in at the beautiful creature curled up inside, brown and black patterned fur gleaming. Apparently noticing the two of you looking, he rises and then seats himself, posed as pretty as a statue. "This is Bran. Bran's owner had to move overseas and didn't want to put him through horrendous quarantine conditions, so left him in our care. Bran is <i>exceptionally</i> intelligent, obedient, and nonagressive. He's also extremely loving and affectionate." She smiles at you and winks. "If he were human, I'd say he'd make someone a good husband."\n\n"R-right," you answer, cheeks coloring again.\n\n"Over here." She beckons you along down to another cage further down, directing you to look in.\n\nYou blink at the sight. "Two of them?" you ask, watching the pair of near-identical, unclipped Rottweilers prick up their ears and pad towards you.\n\n"Romulus with the larger left eyebrow spot, Remus with the larger right eyebrow spot," she explains, pointing them out. "Rommy and Remy for short. Their owner got too old to look after two big, active dogs, but his caveat for turning them over to us was that they not be split up. They are quite well-trained, if not quite as gentle and demonstrative as Bran. Still, I don't think you'd have many complaints of the pair of them, as long as you were willing to deal with all that energy they have."\n\nThis time you can feel the blush in your ears as you're led towards the very back enclosure. The dog inside is already standing at your approach, and gives one of those quiet 'boof' noises that dogs make when they haven't decided if they're going to bark. You can't help but stare at him... he's a deep grey color all over, with big dark eyes. He's a bit taller than the Rottweilers at the shoulder, but seems a lot bigger, his whole body powerful and well-muscled. You don't recognize the breed... a broad, not particularly long muzzle, broad shoulders, clipped tail, the fur short but soft-looking.\n\n"This is Rhino. I'm sure you can see why someone would name him that," the woman says with a chuckle, finally at someone's expense other than yours. "Rhino is fairly obedient, but rather stoic, and he can be very strong-willed. One might almost call him dominant. Now, on the one hand, he is quite obviously a mutt... I couldn't even begin to tell you how many breeds there are in his genes without a DNA test. So if someone was looking into getting a dog for the purpose of breeding cute little marketable puppies, why, Rhino would be a very odd choice indeed." She gives you that smug smile again, and again lays her hand along her cheek. "Of course, if they wanted him for slightly different breeding purposes, I will note that Rhino apparently got every single 'big dick' gene from every breed that contributed to him."\n\nYou barely notice her taunt this time, because while she was talking you spotted the subject of discussion yourself. You can't help but stare at the immense grey sheath and huge fuzzy balls. His name may be 'Rhino', but he's almost literally hung like a horse! You can't yank your eyes away as he shifts a bit on his paws and it sets those dangling orbs to swaying. Hell, you're pretty sure anyone would stare. Of course, you're also busy creaming your panties like crazy, and actually have to bite your lip to suppress a moan. Jesus, he'd tear you apart! Maybe literally, which gives you a slightly different shiver.\n\n"Rhino might be a bit much for someone to handle," the shelter worker admits, turning towards you, waiting until you've torn your gaze off of the big dog's crotch and turned to face her as well. "Even if he does seem to be sent by God to answer the prayers of some horny dog dick addict, since he's the perfect height for mounting humans but has the cock of a much larger dog," she adds, actually crossing herself, the motions making her tits bounce.\n\n"... I have no response for that."\n\n"It's okay, dear, I know I can be a bit much when I get going, and whether or not you admit it, Rhino is enough to get any girl like us going. But I won't blame you if you're scared... he's a helluva lot of dog, in more ways than one, and between you and me I'm not sure if anyone is capable of being his real master. That seems like a title he's more likely to want for himself. Still, if he's what you want, he's available."\n\n"Um. How much are they?" She tells you, and you wince. "Geez, really?!"\n\n"Why, that's the sort of price breeders pay for prize stud dogs all the time," she replies airily, affecting a look of surprise. "Since that's why you said you wanted one, I assumed you knew they'd be in that price range. Now, if you'd just been wanting a <i>companion</i>, obviously the price might have been rather less, but I can't just give you prize <i>breeding stock</i> for practically nothing, can I?"\n\nYou purse your lips and just look at her for long moments. This bitch. Then you let out a defeated sigh. Oh well. You do have enough money for any of them, though Rhino's the most expensive and would cut rather sharply into the buffer for assorted expenses you had planned. Still, it looks like you have a choice.\n\n<hr>\n[[Bran.|GGDog1x9]]\n\n[[Romulus and Remus.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Rhino.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

"I went to the dollar theater where my friend Leslie works," you reply, trying to sound calm but not too calm... don't wanna come off as rehearsed. "She said she'd ring me up an employee deal where for five dollars I could stay the whole day and watch as many movies as I wanted. I guess I got caught up in wandering from theater to theater and never thought to check my phone for messages or the time. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry."\n\nShe continues eyeing you dubiously for a few moments, then let out a sigh. "Well. It's not that late, I guess," she finally says, glancing at the wall clock. "Still, you should have at least sent me a text when you left the house." She points at you. "Grounded. No computer, no leaving the house." Before you can protest, she angles the finger upward. "One day. If you can't take that, you deserve a longer punishment."\n\n<hr>\n[[Seems fair.|GGDog1x6]]\n\n[[That's bullshit!|GGDogPlaceholder]]

Hm. You've never been hugely into Pokemon yourself, but it has gotten pretty popular again lately. Maybe you'll check it out! You give 'Jill' a wave and a word of thanks before heading off towards the Pokemon Gym, trotting up the steps and heading through the sliding glass doors in front.\n\nYou pause just inside, noticing a table with stacks of caps and bandannas that reads 'Pokemon Trainers must have a hat! Please take a hat if you don't have one already.' You glance up. Well, no hat. You pick up a black cap with the standard symbol on it in purple and adjust it. Huh, nice fit. You wonder if you get to keep it after the event or not? Probably have to pay for it. Well, hopefully it's not really expensive, you sort of like it. Properly chapeau'd, you continue on into the lobby, which is a fairly sizeable area with the floor tiled to make a big Pokeball, and a checkin desk that seems to be unmanned.\n\nOne of the doors on the back wall slides open, and a rather interesting-looking woman trots out. For one thing, she's got purple hair that comes down to her shoulders and sort of puffs out in spikes to either side around that level. For another thing she's wearing a lab coat, open over a blue one-piece swimsuit that leaves a very generous amount of cleavage bare. That and a pair of water slippers seem to be all that she's wearing. She trots over, tucking her hands into her coat's pockets, and gives you a smile. "Just you, then? Well, I'm Professor Ivy, it's nice to meet you."\n\n"Uh, thanks. Sam. Um, am I going to get wet on this attraction, or...?"\n\n"Hopefully." Ivy smiles, then glances down at herself. "Oh, the swimsuit! Oh, that's just part of my character. Although it does come in handy when various fluids start getting slung around. This way, please," she continues, turning and heading for the door she didn't come through, leaving you to follow while wondering if you're entirely sure you want to go on this ride or whatever it is. "We'll get you set up with a starter Pokemon, and then you can begin your journey."\n\nThe room she shows you into is lined with numerous little columns, and sitting atop most is a little half red, half white ball about the size of a baseball. Ivy pauses, scanning over them and giving a little 'hmmm'. "Looks like we're running a little low on all the standard starters. Completely out of F-class, in fact. It looks like you'll have to choose between M-class and A-class."\n\n"What are the classes?" you ask, not sure if this is a Pokemon thing you just don't know about.\n\n"Male or Animal. Basically whether you want your Pokemon on two legs or four, simplified." Ivy turns back towards you, grinning. "Personally, I suggest an M-class. They're quite a lot of fun. But some just like the classic look of the A-class."\n\n<hr>\n[[M-class.|PokeSam1x1]]\n\n[[A-class.|PokeSam2x1]]

The obvious solution is to get your own dog. You've never made a particularly strong push to have a pet before, but then you've never really sensed a strong reluctance to get one from your parents. If you make the offer to pay for it yourself, and actually do keep up your end of walking it and feeding it (and fucking it, though of course they'll never know that), then they should be content enough with that. You'll have to figure out what to do in a few years when you head off to college, but that is two or so years to come up with something.\n\nYou wile away the day playing non-internet-enabled games on your phone and frigging your pussy, picturing different breeds of dogs slamming their cocks into it. Another shower and a quick check of the hamper (doesn't look like they've been rifled at, apparently your mother bought it) takes you through to the evening, when your mother returns and the two of you go out for pizza. You propose the idea to her, and she looks thoughtful for a bit, before finally agreeing, albeit conditionally. You'll not only have to pay for the dog, you'll have to pay for all its food and accessories, but otherwise you have free rein. You eagerly agree to that... small price to pay for no questions asked.\n\nYou spend the next week furiously auctioning off anything you decide you can live without, doing art commissions, and even selling your services (as a support player... mostly) on MMOs. You want to make sure you've got a nice big doggy fund built up so that you can pay whatever you need to for whoever you fall in love with, as well as a good buffer for any other expenses to come from it. Once you think your account balance is high enough, you research the best place to get a dog. Hm... looks like there's a shelter nearby that serves not only as a shelter, but as a re-home facility for already trained dogs. It's got good comments and ratings, seems like a sure thing.\n\nThe next day (after sending your mother a text, of course), you head out to the shelter, a spring in your step, your pussy already soaking. (Seriously, you wore a pad just in case. You're finally getting yourself a husba-, er, pet!) You make your way into the rather classy-looking reception area, and are disappointed that no one's around. Well, surely someone will check in here in a few. You notice a picture book of past and current residents and take it to a nearby chair, eyes roaming over the lines of the dogs' backs and legs, and especially, of course, between their back legs.\n\n"Can I help you?"\n\nYou almost jump out of the chair as those practically purred words come from only a foot or two away. You look up to spot a rather impressively-endowed woman with short blonde hair, wearing a black t-shirt and slightly messy jeans. She's giving you a... slightly odd smile, her dark eyes fixed on your face in a distinctly knowing way that makes you want to squirm. Resisting the urge, you clear your throat and set the book aside. "Yes, I came to look at the dogs."\n\n"I thought you might have." Again the sort of knowing tone of that makes you edgy, but then she adds, "It is why most people are here, if they're not dropping one off, and you don't seem to have one with you. Well, come along into the back, I'll show you our current residents."\n\nYou follow her through a door, onto a polished, clean-looking cement floor. You can see some cages further down... it looks like this place has gone to some trouble to avoid the cheap chain link fence and stained floors of some low-rent pound. Still, you can't help but inhale deep as the smell of hot fur and musk and other things hits you. You've <i>really</i> missed that smell since that momentous night!\n\n"Let me guess what you're looking for." You blink and look aside at the shelter worker, trying not to be distracted by the way her tits bounce just a little with every step. (Must be hard to find a bra with really good support in F-cup.) "On the larger side, mostly to fully grown, not too aggressive." Her eyes twinkle, smile growing into a smirk as she adds, "And male."\n\n"Uh." You stop and stare for a second, flummoxed. You were going to make at least a show of looking over multiple dogs of all types before picking out your new fuckbuddy. To have it run down like that outright, implying that she knows, has the color draining out of your face.\n\n"I know, you were probably going to make a show of looking over a bunch of dogs before picking out your new lover. Hardly seems fair to the little ones and girls, don't you think? An utter tease." She lays a hand along her cheek, other hand on her elbow, mock-pouting for a moment. Then she laughs lightly. "Sorry to be so blunt, dear, but I've learned to read the signs after all this time. Did you think you're the first one to come in here for that? Well, I admit, you might be the youngest to come in the door looking for it, but I doubt you're the youngest to have left with a new friend who would eventually become something rather more. That <i>is</i> what you're here for, isn't it?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fess up.|GGDog10x1]]\n\n[[Deny, deny, deny.|GGDog1x8]]

"Hm. I can fix that," you say thoughtfully, then abruptly roll over so that she's underneath you. She squeaks and then giggles, before gasping loudly as you sit up and quickly yank her panties down and along her long legs, hauling them off of her in an instant. When she opens her mouth to ask what you mean to do, you quickly stuff the blue fabric in, wadding it up nice and tight.\n\nWith your little blonde beauty making muffled noises somewhere between amusement and anger, you lean down over her and bury your face against the nape of her neck, kissing and nipping as you push your cock into her already sodden cunt. With a low moan she wraps her arms and legs around you, urging you on with wiggles of her body and bucks of her hips. Your tits squash against hers as you shift up to kiss her face and drag your tongue along her cheek instead, pumping down into her eagerly, her bare heels pressing against your toned ass. She definitely is being noisy, you think in satisfaction as you start giving harder thrusts, hearing her start crying out with every one and feeling her pussy clench around your cock... but they're nicely muffled by her own panties, so you doubt anyone but you will get to hear her.\n\nOnce you've felt her pussy quiver and squeeze around you several times, you pull out of her and raise up on your knees, pulling the now completely damp panties out of her mouth. Amanda doesn't hesitate to roll over and get up on her hands and knees, blue eyes rolled up to look at your face as she wraps her mouth around your cockhead and begins swirling her tongue, sucking it clean of her own juices. You press your hand over your mouth to muffle yourself this time as she continues working your cock with her tongue eagerly, starting to rock herself back and forth to move herself on it. You watch her tits sway underneath her as she fucks her mouth onto your cock, before she pulls back and smiles sweetly up at you. "Now you're the one who's being loud, darling."\n\nYou laugh and pull her up onto her knees and forward so you can kiss her, your tits pressing against her own and your cock trapped between your toned stomach and her soft flat belly. "I guess we'll have to buy an actual gag once we get to Valisgrad, or your parents will hear, too."\n\nShe shakes her head as she gently pushes you down onto your back, laying against your side and reaching a hand down to start stroking your cock, which now gleams with a mixture of her arousal and her saliva. "I refuse to hide that we're together forever, Eirk. These guards will effectively be out of our lives forever once we reach Valisgrad and they leave again... they have no need to know what we do together. But my parents can find out if they wish to." She smiles, some of that wicked woman you saw at Kaley's table coming out as she moves her head in to start suckling gently at one of your nipples, making you gasp. She tongues it for a few moments before raising her head and speaking again. "You are my love and my lover... they can learn to deal with that."\n\n"But for now," she continues, giggling and taking her panties from you, then stuffing them in <i>your</i> mouth. "It's my turn to deal with you!" Then she ducks her mouth back to your sensitive nipple, sucking and licking at it in earnest, her perfect little princess' hand squeezing and pumping at your cock eagerly. You let yourself moan and grunt full-throated through the wet fabric filling your mouth, which you think still tastes slightly of her pussy. It doesn't take long before she has you jutting your hips upward into her hand, your cock swelling against her fingers as you shoot long, thick streamers all over your own stomach and tits.\n\nBy the time you're done... well, it's not as bad as the first time you jerked off, but it does look like someone has unevenly applied a layer of sugar glaze to your breasts and belly. Amanda looks at it, wicked expression melting back into a sheepish one. "Oh dear. I suppose it was all the teasing yesterday and today. We didn't really think about how we'd clean up without privacy."\n\n"I think there's some hand towels or handkerchiefs or something packed somewhere around here," you murmur, glancing at the various bags and boxes filling the tent.\n\nThat wicked light suddenly sparks in Amanda's eyes again. "Actually... I think I can clean this up," she murmurs, lowering her head and slowly licking a thick glob of white off of one of your hard, pink nipples. Still watching your stunned face with her flashing blue eyes, she drags her tongue through the smears of it covering your lower breast and starts using her mouth to clean the lines of your abs.\n\nNeither of you winds up getting a lot of rest that night.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|ShemaleBarbarian3x26]]

Deciding that a little venture into nature and some solitude therein sounds fun, you head off and away from the more trafficked areas of the park... in fact, a glance around shows that everyone is a fair ways off and not even paying attention to you as you go.\n\nYou make your way between the trees and into the dim shade of the little wooded area, looking around. Wow, this is a nice little relaxing spot... even a computer addict like you can feel your soul relaxing a little at the peace and quiet, the somehow greenish light filtering in through the canopy of leaves, the occasional chirp of birdsong. You pick your way through a line of bushes and slightly more closely-grown-together trees that provide even more privacy, now determined to find a good place to sprawl and take a nap... or at least play some games on your phone for awhile. (Hey, addict.)\n\nEventually, you come to a little stream... probably no more than a foot wide and a couple of inches deep, running over stones. You're shocked at how clear and pure it looks... you'd expect that in the mountains or some distant bit of countryside, not here in the middle of town. Someone must have worked hard to keep this area clear of any outside influence, there's not even any litter.\n\nYou glance across the stream. It looks like the woods get a bit more overgrown from here, a little more wild. You glance around at the slightly clear area you're in... it would make a perfectly good spot to relax, as it is. Also, the sound of the water running is kind of making you thirsty, you could always see if the water tastes as clean and cool as it looks...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go deeper into the woods.|GGDog9x1]]\n\n[[Relax here.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Take a drink.|GGDog1x2]]

"Mm, it'd be nice if we could do this without needing to wait 'til night and hide it all the time," you muse as you continue gently finger-fucking Amana's stretched dark red pucker, gradually adding a fourth finger, then slowly pushing your entire hand inside of her, her flanks twitching and her tail wrapping around your forerarm as she gives a low moan. "Maybe we could go off on our own."\n\n"I don't... I don't know what we'd say to the others," the Tiefling-taur hedges, but the moan as Shae slips over to start nursing at her other nipple says she's definitely not adverse to the idea.\n\n"You said you'd have to study the artifact to change us back, right?" you offer as you start slowly working your hand back and forth, your wrist gradually disappearing through Amana's stretched but muscular pucker.\n\n"I don't want to change back," Shae murmurs softly, briefly breaking her suckling to grin up at Amana and then over at you. "I like being a centaur now," she adds cheerfully, before returning her mouth to Amana's dark nipples.\n\n"I thought you might," you reply with a giggle, before continuing. "But they don't know that. We can tell them we just need to go off for awhile to research it. Somewhere remote and private, and we don't know how long it will be."\n\n"Yessss," Amana hisses pleasurably at the combination of the idea, your fist in her ass, and Shae suckling at her. "Y-yes, I know the perfect place... an old tower, half a ruin but still sturdy and with plenty of enclosed spaces, large architecture even we could use. It's from before I met Bane, he doesn't even know where it is."\n\n"Sounds perfect!"\n\nEventually the three of you stop fooling around with each other and clean up, a task which is made far easier (if a bit naughtier) by having two extra sets of hands to help you. Of course, in the morning Bane isn't too happy with the news. "Leaving?" he says sadly.\n\n"Ah, not forever," Amana corrects, though you can see she's a little troubled... it likely will be forever, since the three of you are unlikely to get tired of horsecock. "Just until I finish researching a counterspell. I'll never get it done in any city or with trying to get adventuring done as well, and it's not fair to you or Thurkar to have you just sitting around while I spend all my time in research."\n\n"Is what it is," Thurkar grunts, leaning down to thump a hand on Bane's shoulder. "Come, Bane, say goodbye, then let us mount and be off. Drawing it out just makes it worse."\n\n"Aaaactually," Amana continues, both smiling and wincing. "I'm afraid we... need... the horses as well."\n\n"What?" Bane and Thurkar both blink, the Dragonkin straightening up. "But you-"\n\n"It's not about transportation, at least of us," Amana clarifies, glancing aside shiftily. She clearly doesn't realize that she's doing it, but she hugs her arms beneath and around her tits, lifting them up and jutting them out, the stiff nipples poking out against the fabric, the way the tattered edges of her robe lift around the joining of her human and equine halves giving the implication of nudity. It may not be deliberate, but wow does it work, you think as the men's eyes glaze over a little. "It's just, we'll need to transport a lot of... spell components back and forth. We'll pay you many times what they're worth out of our share of course, and-"\n\n"No, no, it's fine," Bane interrupts with a bit of a sigh. "We've more than enough money to purchase some temporary steeds from the first farmstead we pass, and quite excellent ones once back in Miabal. You are the ones that have suffered from this incident, after all."\n\nOnce Bane and Thurkar have loaded the big barbarian up with their share and bid their goodbyes before setting out, the three of you set off in a different direction entirely, leading the more lightly-encumbered horses. "I feel bad about lying to Bane and Thurkar, and I'm gonna miss them," Shae comments a little sadly. "But I'm also looking forward to our new life."\n\n"Mmm, yes, freedom," Amana coos, before deliberately hefting her tits now and giving them a light shake beneath her robes. "It will be good to go naked as is proper for a centaur and free these as well. You like my tits, don't you darling?" she chirps to her black stallion, reaching out to stroke the side of his neck, his cock unsheathing somewhat as if in answer.\n\n"I like your tits too," Shae murmurs, cheeks darkening as she glances away.\n\n"Clearly, and you shall have plenty of opportunities to like and love them as you wish once we have reached our new home!"\n\n"Speaking of," you say as your now mostly equine group arrives at a split in the wide trail you've been walking along. "Which way, Amana?"\n\n"Hm, if I recall both of these get there eventually," Amana muses as she steps up to stand at your side, eyeing the half of the trail that heads into the forest proper, and another that looks to lead out of it. "The forest path is shorter, but to my understanding is often beset by bandits along parts of it. The other path is mostly across open country and as I recall quite safe and open, free of habitation... or prying eyes... but it will take us longer."\n\n<hr>\n[[Forest.|GGCentaur6x4]]\n\n[[Open country.|GGCentaur]]

Screw it. You've already been made a bitch, you may as well enjoy being one. What do you have to lose, at this point?\n\nReaching down to undo the button and zipper of your jeans, you wiggle the rest of the way out of them as well as your shoes and socks. You straighten up enough to pull off your t-shirt and toss it aside as well, your perky tits jiggling as you move. Then you settle back onto all fours, looking over your shoulder. "Hey, here boy," you coo, shaking your ass at him. The Husky's ears perk and he lifts his head to look over at you. You give one of your asscheeks a light slap to encourage him before bracing your hand and giving your hips another wiggle. "C'mon, mount your bitch!"\n\nApparently you don't have to tell him twice. He's on his feet in a flash and mounting you almost before you can see him move. This time he has a much easier time finding his mark and stuffing his glistening, veiny cock into your pussy... probably because you're still gaping some from last time. You don't bother repressing your moan this time as he starts pumping quickly, reaching his pace much faster this time. You rock your body against his thrusts, fucking back against him shamelessly this time, gasping and grunting like an animal yourself as that big glistening puppy prick pounds your pussy.\n\nYou hear a bit more rustling and some panting, and without stopping your own gasping or motion, you look to the side. It looks like more dogs of various breeds are emerging from the trees. They're of various breeds, most of them fairly large... and every single one has a jutting red spear below his belly. You moan loudly at the sight, your tongue moistening your lips at the realization that the sounds and smells of your mating with the Husky has drawn more wandering males over, probably wanting a piece of the action. And with your brain fuck-fogged from the feel of the canine cock crammed in your cunt, you're not inclined to let them go wanting.\n\nYour perky B-cups jiggle under you, nipples stiff as pebbles as your body is rocked by the pounding of the Husky on your back. His soft, furry chest rubs against your bare back, his belly stroking your ass as he pumps his hips. You alternately close your eyes and roll your head, letting out shameless moans at the feel of that big inhuman prick fucking you, and open your eyes to look around at the large group of dogs waiting impatiently, tails wagging, tongues lolling, cocks glistening. You cum again as the Husky's knot slips inside you, although not quite as far as last time... maybe the presence of the others has thrown him off, because when he tries to turn around, his cock slips out of you with a fresh rush of dog cum, and he winds up trotting off to the side instead.\n\nThe moment he's out of the way, a big Boxer steps in to take his place. His even bigger cock stretches your pussy wider and deeper than the Husky's as he stuffs himself inside you and starts fucking hard, powerful hips slamming against your ass hard enough to send ripples of motion through it. You cry out freely, not even caring at this point if the sound carries to the park outside, alternately letting out loud, full-throated moans or sucking air through gritted teeth at the intensity of the feeling of that dog cock pounding your teenage slit. Soon you feel the huge bulge of his knot slamming against your pussylips, and half because you're afraid you might not be able to take it and half because you want to make sure you can get fucked by another dog as soon as possible, you bear down with your pussy. That sets both him and you off, and you both give a bit of a howl as he starts spraying dog cum deep inside your pussy.\n\nHe quickly slips off once he realizes he's not tied, and is just as quickly replaced by another who mounts up and leans heavily on your back. This one looks like some sort of Rottweiler mix, and his head is at the perfect height for his hot panting and doggy groaning to be right in your ear as he fucks your pussy. You moan whorishly for him in return, turning your head to look at him and dragging your tongue along his saliva-dripping jowls, then sucking at his lolling tongue as he turns his head towards you. You french the dog the entire time he's pounding away at your cunt, which he seems to enjoy, since he shifts his position to make it easier, incidentally angling his cock nicely against the walls of your cunt and keeping his knot from tying when he cums.\n\nAs the next one mounts up, some of the others move in, licking at the sweat glistening on your skin, big, flat dog tongues washing across your tits, your sides, even your asscheeks. They lick at your face, in your open mouth, and every time one will let you you suck on his tongue for awhile you do. The one fucking you while you're licked and pounded to several intens orgasms eventually dumps his load, and it's the one after that who has a little trouble with his aim. You feel the big shaggy mutt's cock slipping and sliding along the curves of your ass, and are just about to reach back and help him in when the pointed tip of his cock finds a hole and jams in. You yowl in surprise and pained pleasure as he stuffs the vast majority of his big dog dick up your ass. But even if you wanted to stop him, there's nothing you can do... all the dogs are in such a frenzy by now that he's almost instantly pounding away at your previously virgin asshole as hard and fast as any of them have fucked your pussy, his big furry balls thwapping against your pussy and quickly getting soaked with girlcum and dog cum.\n\nThe Husky is suddenly in front of you again, and apparently tired of waiting for his next turn. Leaping up and managing to find a position along with the shaggy mutt already on you, he thrusts his cum-smeared, vein-riddled cock between your lips, abruptly muffling your moans. Still, you moan all the louder around it and start eagerly working your tongue over the underside as he starts fucking your face. You rock back and forth energetically between the two, your throat bulging with dock dick and your ass stretching around puppy prick, your muffled noises of slutty delight mingling with the panting of a good dozen dogs.\n\nOnce your friend the Husky shoves his knot against your lips, lipstick smearing all over the glistening red bulge, you finally get a taste of what they've been pumping into your cunt. It's salty and slick, as you expected, but there's also something just... musky, and animal, and depraved about it that has you instantly addicted, though that's probably helped along by the fact that you're cumming from the hot, wet rush of dog jizz being pumped into your ass.\n\nAfter that, it's always two at a time... one dog fucking your mouth, another pounding away at your pussy or ass. Your whole world consists of those thick, glistening red shafts spitroasting you and the sounds of dogs panting, barking, and moaning as the fuck you, with the occasional yip or howl as they fill you full of another load of dog jizz. Somewhere in there, you admit to yourself... you could never get off with human guys after this. Apparently, once you go pup, that time is up.\n\nEventually you get tired enough that your arms and legs briefly collapse under you, dropping you to the wet, slightly muddy grass created by a mixture of dog and human fluids over the course of the gangbang. You lay there panting, dazedly looking around... most of the dogs seem to have wandered off, leaving a few stragglers who are mostly either curled up or licking themselves. You moan a little as one tucks his muzzle between your asscheeks and laps at your gaping, cum-smeared asshole, and then trots off, apparently not interested enough to urge you back into position. You have to admit, you're pretty tired, and fuck-crazed or not, bed is starting to sound pretty good right now...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go home.|GGDog1x4]]\n\n[[Stay.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

You're a bit leery about drinking water from a stream in a public park... but then again, you did come out here to be just a little bit adventurous. You set your bag aside and then get down onto your knees, leaning forward to brace on one hand and scooping some of the water up with the other, bringing it to your lips. Hm, not too bad~.\n\nYou hear a rustle behind you and glance over your shoulder, barely having time for your eyes to widen in shock as a <i>big</i> black and white dog clamps his jaws down on the waistband of your jeans and yanks, hard. You yelp loudly as you're not only hauled bodily back about a foot, but your jeans and panties are yanked halfway down the curve of your ass. The dog immediately shifts its grip with its teeth and yanks again, pulling you back a bit more but also pulling the garments down around the middle of your thighs. You try to scramble forward to get away, but your position and the fact that your jeans are restraining you means that all you really do is get more properly back up onto your knees for the dog as it mounts you.\n\n"Hey! Get off!" you cry in a panic, as you feel something jabbing you... you're pretty sure you know exactly what, too, though it's almost difficult to believe this is happening to you. But it is, and the dog seems determined to get off, if not exactly how you meant. He growls a little as he works his hips, and then you cry out as he suddenly finds his mark and thrusts in hard. A good six inches of dog cock claims your virginity on that first thrust alone, and from the feel of it as he begins pumping his hips, he has a lot more to give you.\n\nYou bite your lower lip as you feel his thick, spear-shaped cock plunging into you and spreading you open, a bit more forcing its way inside every time he thrusts forward. His forelegs are wrapped firmly around your middle, his solid, furry, hot weight settled atop you and making sure there's no escape. You realize you're not just being fucked by this dog... he's dominating you, making you his bitch. You can't help but let out a little moan as you feel more of his cock shove inside you as he gives a little hop forward, apparently bottoming out. As if realizing he's gotten the whole thing in, he beings fucking you faster and harder, furry hips slamming against your ass.\n\nYou can't hold out any longer, closing your eyes and letting out a moan as the pleasure of being raped by a dog overcomes you. That fat canine cock is just so <i>big</i> and <i>hot</i> inside your now sodden teenage cunt! You can feel his furry balls slapping against your clit, his thrusts hard enough to shake your entire body, making your perky tits bounce under your t-shirt. You open your eyes and look over your shoulder again, seeing the dog's head with its tongue lolling out some, almost seeming to smirk at you as the sight reminds you yes, your first time is with a literal big, horny animal.\n\nYou can feel something start slapping hard against your pussylips every time the dog thrusts forward, and something about dog anatomy comes back to you. You try to call out a protest again, but it just comes out as a particularly whorish moan as your body continues to be rocked by the thrusts of the animal's hips. His knot slams against your lower lips hard again and again, starting to gradually push them apart, and then all of a sudden it's stretching you wide and popping inside all in one go. You almost scream as the feel of that knot shoving into you, spreading you so wide, makes you cum, your whole body shuddering with the intensity of your orgasm. A second climax comes almost on top of the first as the knot swells larger inside you and you feel a wet heat spreading deep inside as you're flooded full of dog jizz.\n\nThe dog... some breed of Husky, you think dazedly... shifts on top of you, wiggling, then lifts one foreleg and twists around, until he's facing completely away from you, his ass feeling all fuzzy and soft against your own bare one, his tail brushing ticklishly across the top of your ass and your lower back as it wags. At the realization that you've not only been fucked like a bitch but knotted and tied like one, your face heats in embarrassment and humiliation... and your pussy squeezes around the Husky's cock in an aftershock orgasm.\n\nStill, there's not a lot you can do for the next ten minutes or so (other than cum occasionally) as the dog stays there, knotted to you. But eventually you can feel that big, swollen ball inside your pussy start to shrink. You yelp as the Husky tries to walk forward, tugging on your pussy, then let out a louder one as his next tug actually pulls him free, a rush of dog cum spilling out of your stretched open hole. You look over your shoulder as he pads away a bit, then sits down to lower his head and lap at his own big, red, dripping wet cock.\n\nIt looks like he's not inclined to bother you again, at least for the moment. Now's your chance to make your escape! ... If you want to escape...\n\n<hr>\n[[Get away!|GGDog2x1]]\n\n[[Get fucked.|GGDog1x3]]

You suddenly feel yourself being whisked away, what feels like a pair of strong but gentle hands wrapped around you. You can tell that you're moving at great speed, but somehow there's no feeling of pressure from it, no being pushed around or smacked by the force of momentum. Soon you find yourself floating, surrounded by a gentle white light, feeling weightless and disconnected. Any attempt to focus on your body enough to move it just seems to drift off away from your awareness before it can properly manifest.\n\n"Welcome," a soft voice speaks through you. "Your time of suffering is over. You have arrived in Heaven, because you have a special spark that will allow you to become an angel."\n\n'What? Me?' you think in shock.\n\n"Yes, you indeed. You will now be reborn as an angel of the God of Light, to fight the forces of the lower planes, protect Heaven, and in various ways serve the people of the mortal plane."\n\n'But what if I don't want to be an angel?' you can't help but think back. You can't exactly frown without a body, but you do your best anyway. 'I wasn't exactly asked about this.'\n\n"You contracted with a demon, even if you believed it wouldn't work," the voice replies, still gentle and without accusation, clearly wanting to simply explain. "In truth, Heaven could have left you to the consequences of your own actions. Instead we have not only rescued you from that torment, but are offering you a chance to become a being of great power and potential to help others."\n\nYou have to admit, whoever-it-is kind of has you there. This isn't exactly the outcome you wanted, but. 'Alright then.'\n\n"Thank you. Welcome to Heaven, Jamiel. Now, to prove that we have no real wish to force an eternity not of your choosing on you, you will be allowed to choose what kind of angel you will become. Here are the forms that have been prepared for you." A ring of different bodies appears encircling you in the light. All of them at least vaguely resemble you, but none entirely (they're all prettier, for one). They're different heights, with different wings and their eyes are closed, heads bowed as if silently praying.\n\n'Why are some of them girls?' you ask curiously.\n\n"There is an order to things. The complexities of maintaining ratios of male, female, and other angels are difficult to explain to, or comprehend for anyone not a member of the inner bureaucracy. But your soul is currently in a state of transcendance... it doesn't actually bother you to think of becoming a girl, does it?"\n\nYou consider, and realize that no, it doesn't. Actually really the only thing that bothers you is the suddenness of how you wound up here, the more you think on it. Perhaps it's only a lingering feeling of lack of closure. Perhaps sensing the answer, the voice continues, beginning to emenate more from the direction of each body as it's described.\n\n"You could become a [[Cherub|CherubJamieStart]], responsible for creating love, affection, or simply matchmaking those for whom Heaven has it scheduled," the voice says, coming from the direction of a girl with small, rather fluffy white wings, her body slender and fairly undeveloped, though she looks roughly the same age as you. "Their duties are nearly constant, but the sense of fulfillment is often quite great."\n\n"You could become a simple [[Angel|AngelJamieStart]], much like Shotiel," the voice continues, this time indicating the body that looks most like yourself, albeit still prettier (and with a bigger dick). "Your duties would be those of a 'rover'... whatever is required at the moment, be it in Heaven or on Earth. A bit of a generalist, but with a fair bit of free time in which to enjoy Heaven or Earth."\n\n"There is always a need for [[Guardian Angels|GuardianAngelJamieStart]]," the voice continues, this time coming from near a body that looks like you, but taller, with broader shoulders and more defined muscles. "You would be assigned a mortal, and follow them around for the rest of their life. A taxing job, but many find it even more rewarding than the duties of a cherub."\n\n"There is also what we refer to as [[Asar|AsarJamieStart]]," the voice says, coming from near the last of the bodies, a tall, sleekly-muscled woman with full breasts and toned hips, with the largest wings of the lot. "These are angels whose duty it is to stay in Heaven and perform the most taxing duties there. While it would mean that you would likely never return to Earth, it is also the role most likely to allow you to one day ascend to the ranks of the Archangels... those who are allowed to meet and speak directly with the God of Light.\n\n"Choose wisely, new angel Jamiel, for this will be your self until long after the mortal planes are no longer lit by starlight."

Oh, why not. Love is still the spirit of the holiday, after all! And even if Allen doesn't really believe that, he's apparently at least willing to make the gesture, which you can appreciate. You pull out your phone and send him a text to invite him over that evening, then open the box. There are quite a few of them in there, since it's a decent-sized box, and it looks like it's double-layered as well. You spot three kinds... a sort of dome-shaped one with little chocolate 'caps' at the tip, round ones drizzled with pale caramel on top, and cylindrical ones that are a bit paler than the others. The smell of chocolate is pretty intense too, from the moment you open the lid your mouth starts to water. Then you notice the little note laying in the center. You set down the box a little reluctantly and pick up the card to read it:\n\n'Made just for you\nThese chocolates are neat\nBut you'd best be careful\nYou are what you eat!'\n\nThat's... kind of a weird spin on that old rhyme. Seems a slightly roundabout way to call someone 'sweet'... or maybe 'delicious' is what they were going for? Mm, either way, with that smell of chocolate, you've definitely got to have some now! Hm, but how <i>should</i> you eat them?\n\n<hr>\n[[Selectively.|HolVal1x2]]\n\n[[Gradually.|HolVal2x1]]\n\n[[Immediately.|HolVal]]

You yank your sword from its sheath and glance at Katalina. "Stay close to me unless we see enemies! Then try to stay out of sight!"\n\n"W-what?!" she squeaks, before biting her lip and nodding. "Y-yes, you're right! It sounds like someone is in trouble, like I... almost was! We must do something!"\n\nFlashing her a grin, you take off towards the sounds, Katalina doing her best to keep up behind you. After racing through some trees again, you emerge into a fairly open area near a stream. A petite girl with short, pale silver hair, big pink eyes, and pointed ears, wearing a white and green tunic-like garment with gold trim and a number of other accoutremants, is wielding a long staff with a long, pointed crystal set at one end against a pack of large wolves that seems hell-bent on attacking her. Or rather she's waving it around and casting magic, her soft, pale lips moving constantly but otherwise silently as she gestures. Another <i>whud</i> noise heralds a boulder bursting suddenly from the ground, knocking two wolves standing near where it emerged askew and scrambling, though they're quickly back on their feet. Another leaps through the air at her, yellow teeth bared in a snarl, but she jabs her staff towards it and a burst of air knocks it off course to crash into the stream, splashing and yowling as it flails to right itself.\n\n"Monsters!" Katalina gasps, putting her hands to her mouth. You're not sure if that's literally true, or if Katalina's just never heard of or seen a wolf before. (Come to think of it, you don't think you've ever seen a wolf in the flesh before. Damn, they're big, it'd be an easy mistake to make.) "Quick, Jamie, we have to help her!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Use your sword.|QOAW]]\n\n[[Use fire magic.|QOAW]]\n\n[[Use sonic magic.|QOSuc5x9]]

Something about the way the girl is fighting clicks for you, and is followed quickly by an idea. "Cover your ears!" you call, hopefully loudly enough that both Katalina and the staff-wielder hear and understand you mean them. (You can also feel a shift behind your neck as Mary presumably does the same.) Katalina jumps a little, but quickly does as you said, while the other girl's head snaps towards you. But as she sees your hand raise, she brings her hands up to cover her own ears, murmuring something again as you call, "High-Pitch Sonic Pulse!"\n\nA shriek that you can just barely hear begins, though the low pulse of sound waves that radiates out from your palm is enough to be felt, not just in your hand but through your chest. Both Katalina and the other girl wince despite covering their ears, but the effect on the wolves is much more pronounced. They all instantly turn and bolt, seemingly without even thinking about it, howling out in confusion and dismay as they quickly disappear into the darker parts of the trees beyond.\n\nQuickly lowering your hand and stopping the spell, you hurry over to the girl, Katalina right on your heels. "Hey, are you alright?"\n\nShe slowly lowers her hands, looking at you in a bit of subdued surprise, her expression difficult to read even as she speaks softly. "Yes, thank you." She's fairly short and slight, with short white hair decorated with what looks like a living white flower with bits of greenery still attached, ears poking out from amidst it. Her eyes are purple, her face cute, her clothing elaborate and also slightly brief, the main part tunic-like and hugging against her mostly flat chest and showing off her slender legs. The robe-like accessory, along with that elaborate gold and crystal staff, definitely gives off a feeling of 'caster'.\n\n<img src="images/5d2hHXc.png">\n\n"You are most welcome, young elf!" Katalina crows, putting her hands on her hips and jutting out her chest proudly. "It was nothing, I of course would do it for anyone I found in need!"\n\n"You didn't do anything, though," Mary murmurs just loud enough for you to hear, which makes you fight not to pull a face.\n\nThe elf girl looks at her for a moment, then says, "My name is Oriana, and I'm 112, thank you very much." She turns her head to you, then nods slowly. "Thank you for chasing off the wolves without actually hurting them."\n\n"I'm Jamie, this is Katalina," you reply, gesturing to the blonde princess, who bristles a bit at not being addressed by her full title, but apparently understands why you didn't, since she keeps quiet. "And it did look like you were trying not to hurt them, I just don't understand why what you were doing didn't chase them off. Where I come from, animals would be terrified of rocks bursting from the ground and someone shoving wind at them."\n\n"These animals should be too," Oriana replies softly. "But something is amiss in these woods. I noticed it when I was passing by and tried to investigate, but then I was set on by those wolves. My pacification spells didn't work, they just seemed to upset them more. But I sense that their hostility is not of their own choice... these are old woods, this is an old pack, they should have long learned the lesson that attacking humanoids is folly. I fear something... evil... may be afoot here." She pauses, glancing briefly towards the woods behind her, then looks at you. "I would like your assistance in seeking it out and putting a stop to it. Or at least helping the wolves, so that they don't hurt anyone... or get hurt themselves."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to help.|QOSuc5x10]]\n\n[[Decline.|QOSuc]]

"Let's... not," you decide, shaking your head.\n\n"Okie-dokey! Well you could always cast some recovery magic on her instead, that oughtta speed it up!" Mary chirps.\n\nNodding, you sheath your sword, then hold your right hand out towards Katalina. Since it just seems to fit, you use a slightly dramatic tone of voice to call, "Recovery!" Instantly, a faint golden glow surrounds her entire body, pulsing gently and giving off a faint sense of warmth. After a few seconds it fades away, and a moment later she gives a soft moan and shifts in place. Her eyes open, showing that they're cornflower blue, looking confused as they lock on you. Then they widen in surprise... before a light breeze blows across her, clearly alerting her to how much of her body is on display to judge by the way her face reddens. Before you can remember to look away, she yanks upright and scuttles backwards some, (poorly) covering her chest with one arm and grabbing for something amongst the flowers with the other. It turns out to be a sword, originally having been largely hidden amongst the blossoms, an elaborate thing with a tapered diamond-shaped blade and two crossguards, a crown emblazoned on the hilt.\n\n<img src="images/BKSDZrc.png">\n\n"G-get back, you, you, whoever you are!" she stammers, holding the sword awkwardly as if more interested in trying to use the blade to block your view of her crotch. (Which she's not doing at all, you note, torn between averting your eyes and feeling like she might conceivably be a threat at the moment.) \n\n"Um... I'm Jamie, and I just kind of... well, saved you. From that thing," you add, pointing a bit lamely at the pile of ash and still smoldering coals she's almost sitting in.\n\nShe blinks, looking over her shoulder, then giving a surprised squeak and scooting forward reflexively by about an inch... you're not sure if she was worried about getting soot on her, or if one of those embers was too close to her bare butt. She looks back at you, pressing her lips together and puffing out her cheeks. "J-Jamie then, and just... just what do you think you're doing?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Saving her.|QOSuc5x5]]\n\n[[Collecting a reward.|QOSuc]]

"I heard you scream, so I came to help, that's all," you explain, making sure to avert your eyes now as you tap a finger against your cheek. "Sorry I didn't get here sooner, but I kind of only just got here myself."\n\n"I... I see," you hear the princess murmur, seeming a little mollified from the tone of her voice.\n\n"Master!" Mary hisses from where she's hiding in the collar of your coat. "'Mending'!"\n\nYou blink, wonder what she means, then oh. "Um, I'm gonna step a little closer so I can do some magic to help you, okay?" you explain. "I'm gonna keep my eyes averted as much as I can, alright?"\n\n"E-eh? Oh... oh, w-well, very well then," Katalina says, lowering the sword just a little, but still seeming dubious as you step in closer and point your palm at her.\n\n"Mending." Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the shredded edges of tears in her clothing drawing back together and becoming whole, dirt falling off of the cloth and leaving it pristine and looking as if it were freshly made. The front of it pulls up and covers her breasts... well, most of them, the garment apparently designed to have a bit of a 'window' in the center between the white cups and the purple frills that drape over her shoulders. The princess's jaw drops as she watches the process.\n\n"W-what was that?!" she demands as she scrambles to her feet, pointing at you demandingly with the hand not holding the sword. "A one-word incantation?! No one does one-word incantations! It's a sentence at the very shortest! How did you do that?"\n\nYou turn back and start to answer her, though you're not sure how, then blush and look away again. "Um. Princess." You point downwards a few times, your cheeks red.\n\nShe stares at you uncomprehendingly, then glances down... her own face going red as she realizes that even though her panties are once more clean and immaculate, they're still down around the tops of her knees. She whips around to face away from you, silent as she reaches down to carefully pull them up while lifting her skirt as little as possible. She turns back towards you eventually, clearing her throat into one fist. At least that seems to have derailed her curiosity about your magic, since she instead says, "So. You know who I am?"\n\n"Yeah, I heard you were kidnapped by a dragon," you note, leaving out that you heard it only a few minutes ago while she was passed out. "You must have managed to escape, though, huh?"\n\n"Aaaahahahaha! Of course I did!" she declares immediately, putting the backs of her fingers to her mouth as she laughs, eyes closing as she rests her fists on her hips, naked sword blade threatening to trim some of the ruffles from her skirt in passing. "That dragon was a great fool! An idiot! A buffoon! To imply that I, Princess Katalina Pearcider of Aldamira, could not outwit such a brutish beast is to court execution for high crimes of insulting the royalty!"\n\n"Uh... huh," you murmur, rubbing the back of your neck. Maybe it's just the amount of anime you've seen, but you get the distinct impression that the dragon is almost certainly smarter than Katalina and she escaped in some way that likely didn't involve wits at all. It really, definitely seems best not to say that though. "So, uh, if you don't intend to put in an execution order or something, do you need me to help you get back to Aldamira or something?"\n\n"W-what?" that seems to take her aback, the smile frozen on her face for a moment, before she once again clears her throat into her fist. "No, no, that's... that's fine, don't mind that. I'm perfectly, utterly capable of getting myself back there," she declares, carefully not looking back at the smoldering pile of ash that was the monster that almost did her in. "I mean, eventually!" she adds after a moment.\n\n"Eventually?"\n\n"Right! Eventually!" She nods firmly, though just a little too emphatically and a few times too many. "When I'm good and ready! I'll get there, you know... by the scenic route!" she declares, pointing upward dramatically. Then she slowly lowers her hand to brush her finger against her cheek. "A-and, it's not as if I need you, or anything, I'll be perfectly fine on my own, but... you could come with me, if you... well, after all, a person of royal stature should have a bodyguard!" she adds, starting to fold her arms over her chest, then rethinking it as she almost cuts off her own arm with the sword. Shifting it back to fists on her hips, she gives another overly merry laugh before adding, "Normally it takes someone of impeccable breeding and training to be a bodyguard, but in return for the moderate amount of help you've offered me, I'll allow you the honor just for a little while!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeaaah okay fine.|QOSuc5x6]]\n\n[[tsundere plz leave|QOAW]]\n\n[[She really needs to be taken down a peg. Or twenty.|QOAW]]

You wish Mary was available to share your long-suffering glance, but she's still tucked in at the back of your neck. Instead you manage, "Alright, I guess that works for me. Um, as my first act as bodyguard, maybe I can find you a sheath for that thing?"\n\n"Eh?" Apparently remembering she's still holding the sword, Katalina swings it back around in front of her (almost nicking her knee in the process) to look at. "Oh! Yes! Right, the sword! My sword! This sword, that is mine! That... I had a sheath for and lost! Yes, good, that would be good!"\n\nRight, so she stole it. Not commenting, you rest a hand on the pouch at your hip. Suddenly you're able to instantly sort through everything in it, and that's plenty, able to click around through the sorting categories effortlessly as if time had stopped. In fact you're pretty sure that you could just call whatever you wanted out of it right into your hand, but that might set Katalina off demanding answers again, so you instead actually reach inside and make a show of rummaging around before pulling out an empty magical sheath with sword belt. It's far too long to actually fit in the pouch, but some equivalent of a bag of holding must be pretty common here since the princess doesn't blink an eye, instead taking the sheath with a little sniff that might be some vague signal of gratitude. She fumbles a bit with getting the belt on, and almost stabs her hand with "her" sword a few times getting it into the sheath, but you get the sense that if you offered to help she'd get pretty huffy again. "Right! That's done! Let's be off!" she declares, immediately setting off in what is, as best you can tell, a random direction. Left with little choice, you hurry after her.\n\nEither her choice wasn't random or her luck is improving, because you soon exit the woods and arrive at a wide, packed earth road. She looks back and forth down it, then points and declares "That way!" before setting off again, making you lope a bit to catch up.\n\n"So, um, Princess," you start after awhile, a little nervous to be trying to actually chat with royalty... but probably not as nervous as you'd be if she wasn't a complete doof. "Why don't you want to go back to Aldamira?"\n\n"Who says I don't want to go back to Aldamira?! Don't make assumptions!" she snaps back, lifting her chin. "Of course I want to go back to Aldamira! Don't ask stupid things!"\n\nYou suppress a sigh, letting that sit for a while, before trying again. "... Why do you want to take the 'scenic route' back to Aldamira?"\n\nKatalina purses her lips, and for awhile you think maybe you've bothered her too much and she's just going to ignore you. But finally she says in a slow, sulky tone, "Well, the reason for that is..." She pauses... as in actually stops in the road... and wheels towards you, wagging a finger towards your face. "What I'm going to tell you are royal secrets! And I'm only telling you because I'm minorly, but appropriately, grateful for the small service you've performed me so far! If you ever spread this around, I'll have you executed and then thrown into the dungeon!"\n\nSomething's a little off about the order there, but you nod meekly enough. "Okay, I promise."\n\n"... Very well then." Katalina turns back around and sets off again, her arms folded. It's actually a minute or so before she speaks again. "When I was born, I was... very ill. I was not expected to survive to my first birthday. The palace, and kingdom, had already fallen into a state of mourning by the time I was one month old." She raises her head, sniffing haughtily. "Of course, they all expected too little of me! Before I had turned one, I was as healthy and proper and beautiful a baby as is befitting a princess of Aldamira! Still, it seemed to have affected my father and mother rather badly. I was not allowed to partake of any particularly vigorous activities, nor to leave the palace grounds. I have been kept somewhat... overly safe for my entire life."\n\n"So the dragon kidnapping you is the first time you ever got to leave the palace, huh?" At her small nod, you let out a 'huh'. "Okay, I guess I understand why you'd want to see some more of the world before you go back. But aren't you worried about... y'know... not being familiar with stuff?"\n\n"Don't call me ignorant, it's rude and I'll have your head chopped off!" Katalina huffs angrily, glowering at you briefly before turning her nose up again. "I'll have you know that my parents made sure I would not be completely lacking in knowledge of the world as proper. They constructed a small mock town on the palace grounds so that I could practice visiting the peasantry! Just... with dressed-up palace servants instead!"\n\nO... kay. You're starting to get an idea of just how rich the Aldamiran royalty must be, and also that Katalina's parents must be real pieces of work themselves. You do feel a little bad for the hapless princess now, as hard as she's hitting the whole 'tsundere' thing... it sounds like other than the dragon, she's never actually interacted with someone who wasn't family or being paid to do so. Still, it does sound like letting her wander around for awhile and experience the actual real world and the "peasantry" might be a good thing for her tenure as princess or... queen? You wonder if she's actually the heir to the throne, but that seems like something that could set her off if she's not, and you can't ask Mary since she's still hiding.\n\nSpeaking of which. A bit later Katalina stops, squirming a little, then clears her throat before declaring, "Bodyguard! I have decided to explore a nearby section of these woods! I will not go far, so I command you to stand guard here!" She turns and marches towards some trees, then wheels around. "Seriously! I'm just going to be exploring! And don't come over there or I'll-"\n\n"Have me executed, I know," you murmur, bowing your head. Princesses do not officially pee, got it.\n\nOnce Katalina's finished stalking off out of view, Mary quickly flits out of your coat collar. "Phew!" She stretches her arms and legs out in midair, wings flapping quickly a few times. "Not that I mind snuggling up to your neck, Master, but otherwise it's a little boring back there!" \n\n"Sorry, Mary," you say sincerely, turning your head to look at her. "Do you actually need to hide, though?"\n\n"Well, not necessarily," she admits, resting her hands on her tiny hips. "Familiars of all sorts are pretty common in this world. But getting some sort of demon creature is pretty unusual... people would probably think of you as at the least weird, at worst some kind of outcast or consort of monsters if they see me. I don't mind hiding out, Master, we're still together, we're still having an adventure, and I'm still here if you need me! I don't want to spoil your fun when you go into town or something."\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep hiding for now.|QOSuc5x7]]\n\n[[No more hiding.|QOAW]]

You think on it for a bit, then let out a frustrated sigh. "I mean if it was just me, I probably wouldn't care as much. But I worry about you while you're so small, you seem kind of... vulnerable, I don't want anything to happen to you. Plus we've got Katalina with us, and if we draw too much attention, someone might try to do something dumb like kidnap her and take her back to her kingdom by force. I know it's a bad habit from before, but... maybe it's best to keep a low profile for now."\n\n"No no, it's fine Master. There's low profiles and there's low profiles," Mary sooths, batting her hands at the air. "Besides, Master, I'm sure you'll make quite a name for yourself soon!" she chirps cheerfully. "Once you have a reputation firmly established, I can come out and no one will care nearly as much!"\n\nYou blink at that. You? A reputation? The idea sends a little shiver of horror through you, but then, that was back when you were just regular old Jamie who couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag, and not Cheaty McHax, Overpowered RPG-Style Anime Protagonist. You jump a little as Mary suddenly squeaks "Oop!" and dives behind your neck again, not long before Katalina emerges from the woods. She's blushing just a little, no doubt at the idea that you might have seen through her extremely clever charade, but simply calls "Onward!" and sets off at a brisk march again. You'll say this for her, she may have been a sickly baby and grown up protected, but her stamina's apparently virtually endless as she shows no problems whatsoever with walking on and on. Neither do you, luckily, but then you've got your likely maxed-out stats to thank.\n\nYou've just spotted what looks like a town or village in the distance when you hear something that sounds faintly like an explosion a bit away. Katalina yelps and jumps, briefly clinging to your arm before just as quickly hopping back. "W-what was that?! Are we being attacked?!" she squeaks. \n\n"No, that sounded too far off for that," you answer, trying not to betray how nervous you are. You hear some faint canine howls and then another... it's really more like a loud <i>whud</i> than anything else. That's not about you, but it certainly sounds like someone's in trouble!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go help!|QOSuc5x8]]\n\n[[Prioritize Katalina's safety.|QOSuc]]

"Well, you said we should go somewhere on an adventure," you reply, grinning. "Let's go somewhere adventurous!"\n\n"Ooo! Ooo, I know just the thing!" Mary chirps, clapping her hands together. "Here, give me a minute, Master!"\n\nYou blink as she closes her eyes and seems to be concentrating. She was in such a rush to be off you kind of expected, well, running down the stairs and out of the school that second. You actually get a little nervous as you hear the end of lunch bell ring, and remind yourself that it doesn't matter anymore, you're ditching school... permanently. Finally Mary opens her eyes and grins, then reaches out to take your hands. "Okay! Let's go!"\n\n"Go wheOOF!" you cry out as the ground under your feet suddenly becomes much less even and you find yourself stumbling and barely catching yourself. You look down to find you're standing on grass... but more than that, your clothes have changed. You're wearing fingerless leather gloves with silver inlaid patterns on the back, some sort of sleek, shiny half breastplate that feels like it weighs nothing, a red shirt and deep blue pants, with a pair of silver-armored boots that are also effortlessly light. You've got on a (okay it's totally badass) black coat and have a sword sheathed at your hip, with a fairly large bag clipped at the other hip. "Mary, why do I look like a JRPG character?!" you blurt, looking up and around at the area outside of some woods you're in.\n\n"Because you're in an adventure world, master!" chirps a rather squeaky voice from near your ear.\n\nYou blink, turning more carefully, and stare. There's Mary, alright, reverted to her full demon form including the skimpy leather outfit she was wearing when she was first created... but she's only about as tall as your hand. She flutters in the air near your shoulder, beaming at you. "Hi!"\n\n"Um. Hi. ... What exactly happened?" you ask a little flatly.\n\n"Heheh. Well there are tons of these sorts of 'game-like fantasy worlds' drifting around the planes, they just sort of form naturally and drift around aimlessly waiting for some power or another to snag them and start shaping them, usually by starting to introduce heroes from Earth. So I snagged this one! Gave you the full package, too, Master, super stats, an incredibly powerful magical sword, magic powers, an infinite holding space with lots of useful stuff and money in it, you're a total cheat character who can basically do what he wants!" Then she grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of her tiny head. "Um, but looks like it took a little bit more out of me than I expected, so I wound up like this. Oops," she adds, poking out her tongue and bipping the side of her head.\n\n"Is it permanent?" you ask worriedly, reaching out to gently poke her little hip and making her giggle. ... Admittedly she is pretty adorable this way, and you doubt she could knock you over with a hug now.\n\n"Shouldn't be! I just need some time to regain my energy. It'll help if you do things, too, Master."\n\n"Things? Like what?"\n\n"Just about anything, really. Heroics, or even villainy, anything that makes an impression on the world. Though admittedly if it's naughty things it helps out more," she adds, tapping her cheek with one finger. "Like a lot more."\n\nYou blush a little. "Uh, naughty things?"\n\n"Yup! I am a succubus after all, what did you expect? I normally get energy from doing naughty things anyway, and with my connection to you I can get it from you doing naughty stuff too. Since I'm too tiny for..." She pauses, obviously considering, then shrugging. "<i>Most</i> fun stuff, it'll basically have to be you. I mean, it's up to you, Master, just-" She pauses, turning to the side in midair, small wings angling upward. "Hey, did you hear that?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No, nothing.|QOAW1x1]]\n\n[[Sounded like... a scream!|QOSuc5x2]]

"That was a girl screaming!" you reply, taking off running towards the nearby woods where the sound came from... and surprising yourself with just how fast you move, and how agilely you begin darting around trees and navigating the uneven terrain strewn with undergrowth, limbs, and rocks, Mary flitting along at your shoulder and easily keeping pace.\n\nYou follow the direction you think the scream came from, adjusting course a little when you hear a second one. You burst into a clearing full of a number of small, brightly-colored flowers with waxy-looking petals. In the center is a much, much larger version, the little green stamens that jut from the centers of the others much longer, denser, and moving far more purposefully. Probably because they're wrapped around a pretty blonde girl in an elaborate skirt-style dress with armored portions, a fair bit of which has already been ripped and torn, baring her round breasts and full hips, as well as the light bush of blonde hair at her crotch, since one of the tentacles is just in the process of yanking her panties down around her thighs.\n\n"Let go! Let go!" she shouts, struggling as she lets out another scream, though from this distance it sounds as much furious as frightened. The tossing of her head flings her long blonde hair around, leaving it to brush against her pointed ears. "Unhand me! I am a princess of Aldamira, and you are the worst flower ever, let <i>go</i>!"\n\nUh-oh. A tentacle creature has ahold of a princess that it's in the process of stripping. You've seen enough hentai to know where this is going.\n\n<hr>\n[[And now you can see it live!|QOAW]]\n\n[[Or maybe save her, maybe that.|QOSuc5x3]]

Besides saving someone who's in trouble right in front of you, this does kind of seem like the setup for your entrance to this world as a hax protagonist. You hurry around to the side, where you're more at an angle to the plant, and unsheath your sword. It feels pretty natural in your hand, the blade gleaming with rainbow colors over the steel like it was coated in a soap bubble. And now just... yeah, there's an opening! Trusting to what Mary said about super stats, you throw yourself forward through the air, right towards the stretch of vines between the plant and the princess, snapping the sword out as you arrive at them. It cuts cleanly, the princess and most of the vine-tentacles dropping to the ground as you land lightly and turn. The huge flower lashes around, the truncated vines flailing and sending splashes of green fluid through the air. It's also screeching in pain... how the heck does a plant screech?! You'd almost feel bad for it if it weren't so clearly an RPG monster.\n\nDidn't Mary say you had magic too? Hoping they're intuitive or reactive or something, you stretch out a gloved hand towards the plant monster. "Fire Blast!" Just as hoped, a plume of flames shoots out from your palm, splashing against the creature and surrounding it in a swirl, in two heartbeats completely wreathing in flames. It continues to lash around and screech angrily for several seconds, before collapsing backwards and quickly burning to ash, leaving nothing but a pile of embers at its base. Straightening up, you walk over slowly, taking a look at the princess.\n\nIt looks like the sudden shock of being dropped after the panic of her situation has caused her to pass out, and she's laying splayed on the ground, the vines at least having fallen off of her as they went limp. She's definitely beautiful, ripped clothes and all, looking peaceful, sweet, and vulnerable with her relaxed face and slightly parted lips.\n\n"Oh hey, Master, I know who this is!" Mary chirps from your shoulder.\n\n"You do?" you ask in surprise, looking over at her.\n\n"Yeah, I assimilated a lot of knowledge about this world when I snagged it for our adventure. That's Princess Katalina Pearcider, the youngest daughter of the King of Aldamira, one of the biggest and richest kingdoms in this world. She was kidnapped by a dragon, and her father is offering a huge reward to anyone that slays the dragon and gets her back. Since that definitely wasn't a dragon, though, she must have escaped on her own or something. That means you could take her back for the reward yourself!" Mary pauses, then grins and raises her hands, wiggling her fingers suggestively. "Or, y'know, you could do lewwwwd stuff to 'er!"\n\n"Buh?" you squeak.\n\n"Yeah I can tell she's totally sacked out, she won't be waking up for hooooours no matter what right now," Mary continues, tiny blue eyes sparkling. "This is totally a chance to get some quick, consequence-free naughtiness under your belt, Master! Or, y'know, not," she adds with a shrug when you eye her dubiously. "I'm not here to corrupt you, I'm just saying!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hmmm... consequence-free lewds, you say...?|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Let's... not.|QOSuc5x4]]\n\n[[Hm. Kidnapped princess...|QODK1x1]]

"I think you're pretty much all the stimulation I need," you reply with a grin as you unbutton your shirt and shrug out of it.\n\n"Oh Master, you flatterer," she replies with an almost certainly practiced giggle. But then she's leaning in, using one hand to hold your cock in place as she drags her tongue up the underside of it, blue eyes rolled up to look at you. Then she ducks down and starts paying attention to your balls, eyes sinking closed as she rolls her tongue over them and then sucks one into her mouth, her hand slowly stroking up and down the length of your prick.\n\nYou let your own eyes close and lean back on your hands, moaning softly. Ranma was definitely eager, and your tweaking of her personality had obviously imbued her with some skill, but it's on a whole other level than a literal professional, apparently. The counter girl seems determined to build you up to a good head of steam, switching from licking at your shaft or suckling at the sides of it back to working your balls, each time doing whatever will ease you back just the tiniest bit from where you had been and then pushing you just a bit farther. Eventually she starts mixing it up with sliding her mouth over the tip and bobbing her head, using a motion that works her lips around on your prick and lets her reach more of you with her tongue.\n\nEventually, she raises her head, smiling up at you once you've opened your eyes to look down at her again. "I taste another girl on you already, Master. Which of those two was it...?"\n\n"Um... the redhead," you admit a little sheepishly.\n\n"Mm, don't worry, I'm sure she's having a lot of fun right now. Tastes like you fucked her pussy pretty good," she adds, ducking her head down to suckle at the meeting of your shaft and sack, tongue flicking over the meeting of taut and loose skin. Then she pulls away as she stands up, stretching out the waistband of her panties a bit to slide them down and then drop them, revealing her smooth-shaven pussy. Climbing up onto the bed, she reaches back with one hand, half-pulling half-squeezing one of her asscheeks to show off her pretty pucker and pink pussy to you. "Well, since you've already fucked a nice piece of pussy today, let me assure you that you can use whichever of my holes you want, Master."\n\nYou can't really argue with an offer like that. As nice as her pussy looks, you've yet to fuck a girl's ass, so you quickly climb up onto the bed behind her, resting a hand on her ass and using the other to guide your spit-slick prick to her pucker. She gives an artful little 'ooooo' as you start pushing into her, feeling her tight, smooth hole spreading gradually around you, sinking in... well, easily enough that you're guessing she probably gets fucked up the ass at least once a day, but still. You finish pushing into her, then grab her hips and start fucking eagerly, venting some of the anticipation she built up during her blowjob. The girl wiggles and bucks under you, doing a perfect job of making her tits bounce in the pretty black bra, her blonde ponytails shaking as well. Every sound she makes is sweet and pleasured and artful, and part of you knows it's fake but the rest of you that's a horny teenage boy doesn't really care.\n\nIt doesn't take you long before you shove forward and pump your load deep into her ass, hearing her coo encouragingly as you empty your balls into her. After you feel like you've given her your all, you pull out, briefly watching the slight gape of her ass and the trickle of white oozing out of it before you flop onto your back. Without hesitation, the counter girl turns and slides her mouth over the prick that was in her ass less than three seconds ago, working her lips up and down its length shamelessly. Whatever slight hardness you'd begun to lose is gone in moments, and soon she's climbing atop you, sliding you back into her already cum-sloppy ass. She pauses a moment once fully hilted on you to reach back and undo her bra, shimmying out of it to let her tits bounce bare and free as she starts riding you, purring compliments about how big you are and how good you feel in her ass like the enthusiastic whore she apparently is.\n\nYou grip her hips and buck up into her, letting yourself believe in her apparent squeals of pleasure as you thrust deeper into her ass than her riding alone was taking her. Her puffy pink nipples do seem quite stiff as she leans forward, putting those jiggling tits almost in your face as she works herself over you, continuing her steady, professional string of compliments and dirty talk until you finally yank her down atop you, spilling a second load into her ass.\n\nYou continue to lay flopped in the bed as she gets up and cleans herself up a bit with quick, efficient, businesslike motions. As she pulls the bra back on, she says with conversational cheer, "Someone will be by with your money in a few minutes, but please continue to enjoy the room for as long as you like. Especially if you'd care to spend some of your newly-acquired cash on one of our girls. Or boys," she adds with a giggle. "Oh, speaking of our inventory, would you like to see how the girls you sold are doing?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|RanPP11x2]]\n\n[[No.|RanPP]]

You have to admit, you're a bit curious. Sitting up, you give her a nod. "Sure, I guess."\n\nThe counter girl picks up the TV remote and presses an unmarked button on it, then taps in a long string of numbers on the regular controller. The large flatscreen on the wall immediately lights up, showing the inside of a more sparsely-decorated room, this one with a pair of beds covered in black rubber sheets. You can hear the squeals and cries of the girls as the image resolves, both of them revealed with their arms tied behind their backs and their skin gleaming wetly with sweat. Ranma is bent over the side of one of the beds, and from the angle of the masked man fucking her, is obviously being pounded in the ass, her glazed eyes rolled up about halfway in her head and her tongue lolling out, drool running from the tip of it down to the rubber sheets, her tits pillowed against them, but lifting up and jiggling as the man hauls on her pigtail like the reins of a horse he's breaking to the saddle.\n\nNabiki is on her back on the other bed, legs in the air as another masked man slams her pussy, her feet shaking back and forth, arms pinned under her and tits left to wobble and sway atop her chest. Like Ranma her eyes are rolled up, but her jaw is clenched as if she were desperately trying to resist the beastfucking she's receiving, saliva dribbling down the side of her chin. It's obvious from the wet gushes every time the man slams his impressively-sized prick into her, though, that she's already cum several times, if not cumming right that moment. In the background lurk several other masked men, all idly stroking their jutting, porn star-esque pricks as they apparently wait to relieve their coworkers.\n\n"Ah, ah, fuck, stop, n-no more!"\n\n"Ffffuck, my ass, you're fucking my ass!"\n\n"Nnnh, nnh, cock, cock so big, fuck, my pussy, fuck!"\n\n"Nnh nnh nhh c-can't take it, my ass, feels too good!"\n\nYou jerk a little as the screen is suddenly shut off, turning to look at the counter girl as she sets the remote back down. "That will probably continue for a few days," she says breezily, smiling. "By the end of it they'll probably forget their names and most of their lives up to this point... that's after we break them, of course. For particularly stubborn ones we tend to bring out the dogs... taking the knot tends to destroy the last bits of pride of most of them."\n\n<hr>\n[[Monstrous!|RanPP]]\n\n[[... hot.|RanPP11x3]]

"That's... pretty fuckin' amazing," you murmur, giving your cock a few strokes and looking at the screen longingly, wishing the image would come back.\n\n"Oh, I'm so glad you appreciate such things!" the girl chirps, clapping her hands together. "If you like, I can ask about getting a video of the whole process for you. They might charge you a bit, obviously, but-" She pauses at a knock at the door, then says 'ah'. "One moment." She pads over in her stockinged feet and opens the door enough to peek out and have a whispered conversation with whoever's on the other side. Then she accepts a briefcase from them and closes the door before walking back over, setting it down and opening it up. "There you go!"\n\nYou stare down at the stacks of bills filling the case, your cock hardening further at the thought of Nabiki and Ranma even now being fucked into compliance in return for it. You look at it for a moment more before looking up at the counter girl. "So hey, what if I could keep bringing you girls? Really hot ones like those two?"\n\n"Hm? Really, you know a lot of girls like that?" She rubs at her chin thoughtfully. "And you think you could convince them to come here...?"\n\nWell, with the pendant around your neck, you're pretty certain that you could make any girl at all follow you loyally to this love hotel... heck, if you did some further tweaking, you'd probably have them happily reporting for duty as sex slaves just because you said to. But that's not nearly as much fun as the idea of them being betrayed, drugged, and then broken, the thought of which has your dick stiff. "I might need some of that stuff you use on them. Y'know, to help get them here."\n\nShe continues to look thoughtful for a few minutes, then nods. "I'll run it by one of my supervisors. Until then, I suppose enjoy the show." She grins and snags the remote, once again inputting the code to bring up the video feed of Nabiki and Ranma being raped into compliant little fuckdolls. You grin appreciatively at her as she leaves the room, then turn your attention to the screen, stroking your cock as you watch the two of them alternatively yowl for mercy or plead for more, occasionally interspersed with calls for you to come and save them. The first time you cum is right when Ranma is breathlessly declaring you'll help her right before a second cock is jammed into her ass.\n\nEventually the counter girl returns, handing you something that looks like a silver cigar tube. "Here. There's a pressure injector inside with one dose of the drug. If you can prove yourself by bringing us another girl, you might be allowed to join the organization as a procurer. Of course, if you screw up or get caught, my bosses won't be happy," she adds just as cheerfully as ever.\n\nOnce you've showered and gotten dressed, you exit the hotel, glancing down at the container in your hand, and the briefcase in the other. Heh, this sim's now gone from a rather standard hentai VR experience to a sort of criminal underworld thriller, and you couldn't be happier. Now to-\n\n<hr>\n[[Go right at a hot castmember girl.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Test it out.|RanPP11x4]]

Hm. Better make sure it actually works, though, and it's not just an injector full of vitamins or asthma medicine or something that they gave you to shut you up and get you to go away. \n\nBut since you're planning, you decide to put a bit of extra effort in. Heading to a nearby quiet little street with no one around, you open up the debug menu and select the item spawn command, scrolling to a section for vehicles. Let's see, obviously something like a van is good... ah, well, probably best not to go with the black van with tinted windows, that's just stupidly obvious. Instead you find one listed as 'Flower Delivery Van'... those often have ads and graphics covering the windows and no one thinks a thing of it. In fact you're given the chance to customize it before you spawn it, and can select one that does have covered windows... as well as one that has bench seats along the sides in the back rather than just storage areas, and is tall enough to stand up in. \n\nDriving it isn't too different from playing a video game... probably because you find an option for 'driving assist' in the menu, and then it actually is like a video game, even correcting you to the proper lane and so on. Using the GPS, you select a nearby park and head on over, parking somewhere out of the way before heading on in. You spend a little while surveying the smattering of people, picking out cute girls... and trying not to sport an obvious erection as you think of any of them in that dark little room, getting fucked into servitude by hung, masked men. But eventually you think you spot a likely candidate...\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/ybrbIJr.png>\n\nHm. Looks like maybe a first-year university student? She's glancing around at various benches as she walks along one of the paths, apparently discarding each as too near other people and noisy children, her search for a quiet place to study taking her deeper and deeper into the park. Aha. Grinning, you casually start strolling along after her, making sure to keep a discrete distance. With your character's martial arts training, it's easy enough to trail her until she's well away from other people, opening the capsule and priming the pressure injector. Then, moving as silently as possible, you slip up behind her and press it to the side of her neck above her sweater, hearing her gasp and watching her whirl around to face you in shock as her hand goes to her neck.\n\nBut almost instantly you can see her eyes start to glaze over, and she wobbles in place as if unsteady on her feet. "Who... wha...?" she murmurs, blinking repeatedly as if trying to focus. Looks like it's the real stuff alright, and just as fast-acting as the counter girl said it was.\n\nYou consider as you look her up and down, watching as she shifts in place and opens and closes her mouth, trying to form a coherent thought. You suppose you could use the Personality Pendant a bit now. At this point it's more like favorably tweaking things than cheating, right? Of course, you could just go ahead and bring the girl back to the Sweet Suites, no muss or fuss.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the pendant.|RanPP11x5]]\n\n[[Just deliver her.|RanPP]]

Playing along with the story is okay, but why have cool debug powers and items if you're not going to use them? You touch the pendant at your neck, watching the dazed girl freeze in place, seeing the control panel for her come up (the label reads 'Moriko Tachibana').\n\nHm, rather than just her sliders having changed, there's a different set of them underneath the main ones that reads 'Altered State'. Apparently effects for drugs have their own little subset of control schemes... and you notice that there's an option for 'Save as Template' or 'Apply Template'. Oh, that's handy! So you'd be able to apply the effects of the drug even if they don't give you any more of it!\n\nHm. Or you could make it even more effective for your purposes, whatever those purposes are. Right now it reads as a state of high confusion, light suggestibility, and heightened sexual sensitivity. There are some other effects on there that you could add, if you wanted, looks like.\n\n<hr>\n[[Save the template as-is.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Decrease confusion some, increase suggestibility greatly.|RanPP11x6]]\n\n[[Increase sexual sensitivity to the same as the confusion.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Max suggestibility, add 'Mind Blank' effect.|RanPP]]

Having her look like she's going to collapse at any moment isn't necessarily doing it for you... besides, with greater suggestibility, that's going to make her much easier to break and reprogram, right? The organization that runs Sweet Suites is definitely going to offer you a position if you bring such a cute girl back that's also a breeze to turn into a loyal sex slave. You finish the modifications and save the template, then close out the menu.\n\nMoriko ceases her wobbling in place, blinking a few more times and looking around. She still seems dazed and a little out of it, but far more coherent than she was. "I... what happened just now?" she asks, looking at you without a single bit of suspicion or accusation, just mild confusion. "Something... it's really hard to think, for some reason. I... excuse me, who are you?" she asks curiously, brow furrowing slightly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Her boyfriend.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Her owner.|RanPP11x7]]\n\n[[Her brother.|RanPP]]

"I'm your owner," you reply with a smirk. "Don't you remember? You're a sex slave. You wandered off and apparently got yourself confused for a real person."\n\n"I... I'm a sex slave?" Moriko blinks, looking as if she might protest, but her suggestible state apparently sends the information right to her brain. "Oh. Oh. Um, I'm sorry. I don't know... what I'm doing with these then," she adds, frowning in confusion and turning to bend over and set down her books, flashing her plain white panties at you as her skirt lifts.\n\n"You're wearing clothes, too," you add in a scolding tone as she straightens up, trying not to laugh as she immediately looks flustered and starts squirming.\n\n"O-oh, yes, I... I put them on this morning and... nothing seemed wrong with that, but... I guess I shouldn't have? S-should I take them off?" she asks, glancing down at herself in trepidation.\n\n"When we get in private. For now, just take off those panties. And remember to call me Master, slave."\n\n"Oh, ah, yes Master, sorry Master," she stammers, blushing ashamedly as she reaches with trembling hands to lift her skirt and slide her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, momentarily flashing her bare pussy to the park as she slips them down. You meander behind her to watch her bend over and step out of them, enjoying the view of her now uncovered pussy and rear as she works them over her shoes. When she stands up you snag the panties from her hand and tuck them into your pocket, then beckon.\n\n"Alright, slave, this way."\n\n"Yes Master," she squeaks, hurrying along after you as you lead a roundabout path back to the van, to make sure no one sees you with her. Once there, you direct her to step up into it.\n\n"Now get out of those clothes," you order her, pausing momentarily to open your debug menu and spawn a dog collar. "And then put this on," you add, setting it on one of the bench seats.\n\nShe blushes brightly, opening her mouth and looking like she might actually rally the brainpower to protest. But then she nods meekly, taking off her beret and glasses and, after a glance around, dropping them into the trash can you made sure the back of the van was equipped with. She peels off her sweater, revealing the slightly too small looking plain white bra beneath it, her full tits jiggling as she releases them and dumps the bra in after the sweater. Her skirt, stockings, and shoes all follow, leaving her standing trembling and naked in the back of the van, arousal dribbling down her thighs as she picks up the collar and fastens it on herself, as the sign that she truly does believe herself to be your property.\n\n"Good slave. Now sit down so we can be off."\n\n"Yes Master," she murmurs, moving to settle her bare ass onto the right-side bench seat, squirming at the feel of the material on her oversensitive pussy.\n\nGrinning, you close the doors and round to the driver's side. Hm, now... should you deliver her right away? Or maybe have some fun with her first?\n\n<hr>\n[[Deliver her to Sweet Suites.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Use her a bit first.|RanPP]]

You take a deep breath, then let it out. "... I guess it's kinda hard to say no when you put it like that," you admit, shaking your head. "I mean, if you seriously think I can do something to stop a threat like that... I guess I have to help, don't I?"\n\n"Oh, Cyan, I'm so proud of you," your mother whispers, smiling as she reaches out to squeeze your shoulder.\n\n"Alright, there's not much time, so let's get her registered in the system, outfitted, and briefed while in transit," the Handler says, turning and making her way back towards the hallway she came from, your mother and Fuchsia falling into step with her and you hurrying to catch up.\n\nFuchsia pulls a laptop from within the folds of her windbreaker and rests it on one arm as she opens it, the screen actually projecting a holographic interface slightly away from itself. "Alright, I've already got her biometrics and measurements in the system from the entry scan," she says. "I need to give her a codename though, Boss."\n\n"Hm. We're limited on time, so anything that makes her feel more at ease is better," the white-clad woman muses, before grinning. "Let's make her Agent Cyan."\n\n"Uh, I thought you said that you weren't supposed to refer to each other by your real names?" you ask, glancing at Fuchsia as she starts typing.\n\n"Yes, because that is the rule. Our policy at this branch is to give every agent a codename that is a color... but there isn't any rule that says your codename can't be the same as your real name, if it happens to be a color," the one-eyed woman chuckles. "And calling you Cyan will save any unnecessary double-takes in this crucial first mission."\n\nYou nod, then glance aside as Fuchsia tugs your sleeve. "We go in here," she says, pointing at a set of doors. You follow her through into a space with numerous lockers, high-tech crates, and consoles. "Go ahead and strip down. Heh, don't be shy," she adds at your shocked expression, grinning. "You'll have to get used to me seeing you naked, it's necessary for a lot of medical checks and other things."\n\nSighing, you nod and pull off your t-shirt, then the sports bra beneath it, baring your perky tits to the other girl. "You're gonna at least buy me dinner, right?" you ask drolly to ward off any embarrassment as you start toeing out of your shoes.\n\n"Wouldn't mind sometime," the other teen answers, winking at you, and you can feel some heat spread across your cheeks. It does make it somewhat awkward as you strip out of your jeans and panties, setting everything in an open container Fuchsia points out nearby, then following her directions to stand on a circle on the floor. "Now, this will feel a little weird at first, it takes about a dozen times having one put on to get used to it. Just try not to thrash around too much," she says as she types at a nearby console.\n\n"Huh?" You erk a little as the circle of floor you're on raises up slightly, and two wide sections of floor in front and behind slide away. You stare as a robotic armature with what looks like a wide sheet of light blue rubber stretched out on it rises up. At Fuchsia's direction, you (somewhat nervously) stand with your legs slightly apart and your arms out to the sides a bit, fingers spread and thumbs pointing towards your hips. The armatures swing forward smoothly, pressing the sheets to either side of you, and a low hum starts as they start constricting. You fight the urge to squirm or panic, but can't help squirming as the stuff tightens further and further around you, hugging up between your buttocks and pressing in against your pussy, sucking in around your breasts and completely outlining them. The tighter it gets, the thinner and shinier it seems to become, until finally there's a soft <i>srrrrrip</i> noise and both sides of the armature swing backwards and into the opening behind you, the floor closing up and the circle lowering back to sit flush with it, leaving you looking practically naked albeit made of latex from halfway down your neck to your feet, where you actually seem to have boots with black, low-heeled soles.\n\n"No stilettos?" you ask, trying for casual to mask your embarrassment, your ass and sex somehow feeling even more on display than they were when you were actually nude... maybe because now you're aware that you should be covered. Or because you're trying to resist covering yourself with your arms.\n\n"Nah. There's actually a lot of tech packed into the heels, but some of it's stuff you need more experience to use. Besides needing more experience to do spy work while wearing them." Fuchsia moves to a locker and opens it up, returning with a black utility belt like you saw your mother wearing and a pair of bracers. She hands you the belt, and as you're (rather quickly) strapping it on, she explains. "The pouches contain a variety of useful stuff, that'll all come up in your HUD when you look at the belt. The front is a special pouch I designed and call a 'Haversack'. Basically, whenever you put something into it, sensors track your brainwaves, and the sack attaches a tiny servo arm to the item. So when you reach into the pouch with similar brainwaves, the arm lifts that item up above everything else."\n\nYou blink, then laugh. "Oh my God, you designed an actual Handy Haversack!"\n\nHer pale eyes light up. "You got it! You're the first one! But yeah, that's absolutely where I got the idea." At a gesture from her, you hold out your arms and allow her to close the bracers around them. "These also contain a lot of useful gadgets. Tasers, knockout darts, lockpicking tools, computer interfaces, all the standard stuff you'd need. Now here, put these in," she adds, holding up a small silver box.\n\nYou take it and open it up, giving a soft 'ooo' at the sight of a pair of contact lenses. "I can guess what these are," you say as you go about putting them in... you've had a little practice with novelty lenses. After Fuchsia's assurance they're pre-wetted, you slip them in and blink a few times to get them into place... then give a soft 'oh' as numbers and words start appearing seemingly in midair. "Oh wow, the layout's great."\n\n"Yeah, we actually hired some top-notch video game designers for it. Even our agents who aren't previously gamers tend to find this stuff intuitive."\n\n"Huh, I even have an HP, SP, and... EP?" you note, seeing the numbers in the upper right of your view.\n\n"Yeah, your suit may look really thin, but it's a bunch of layers of sensors, special armor, and stimulus delivery devices. It not only improves your strength, agility, and reaction time, but it can protect you from bullets, lessens the impact of blunt-force trauma, and can apply pressure to wounds or even rescuscitate you if your heart stops or you're not breathing." She makes a bit of a face. "The one thing we haven't been able to remedy while also making sure that it's easy to move in and can do everything else is that it tears really easily. So if someone comes at you with a knife, or even just manages to get a grip on the suit to where they can yank, watch out. But yeah, HP is the general assessment of your overall health, as much damage as the system thinks you can take and still function... the sensors and readings for that are incorporated into just about everything, so you should still get an HP reading even if the suit gets ripped up or your belt taken or whatever. SP is 'Suit Points'... how much of the functions of the suit are being retained, when it gets damaged there'll usually be some other specific popups too. And EP is Energy Points, how much power is left in all the various batteries scattered through your equipment. Most of them can use each other's power flow so it's all lumped together, and the batteries are really efficient, you'll generally only have to worry if you're out for an extended period of time or have to do something really big."\n\n"Wow. How much of this did you design?" you ask, looking down at your belt and watching the little popups of everything the pouches design.\n\n"A lot of it," she answers, as if just realizing how much. She hands you a small white plastic bud that, as you take it from her, shifts to match your skintone. You blink, then give a soft 'ah' and tuck it into your ear as she continues. "I mean some of it's based off of schematics brought back from missions, but most of those were in unfinished states or needed further refinement, and I got them into the state they're in now."\n\n"Wow..."\n\n<hr>\n[["You could be, like, a supervillain!"|GGSpy]]\n\n[["Good job, let's get to work!"|GGSpy1x3]]

"Uh, yeah. That's... that's okay, don't worry about it," you murmur, getting to your feet slowly and taking a glance around. You seem to be in some sort of control room... at the least the thing you were slumped against has a lot of switches and levers built into parts of it, and there's a big screen directly in front of it. There's also a truly hideous set of overengineered doors directly across from said screen on the back wall. Where <i>are</i> you?\n\n"Anyway! I am Tomboy Serva, and this is my big dorky golden counterpart, Raven T. Android."\n\n"I'm fluent in over six million forms of communication! Well, maybe a few less. Three. Like, I think three?"\n\n"But who might you be, ma'am?" Serva asks, obviously still trying to put on a polite front for the new person.\n\n"Um. Mike."\n\n"Mike, oh that's a nice name, is that perhaps short for 'Michelle', or 'Mikhaela', or...?"\n\n"... Michael." You squint at her a bit. "I'm not a 'ma'am'. I'm a guy." That prompts a stare so long you feel the need to clarify. "Uh, y'know... a dude? A male? A HOLYCRAP!" you yelp as they both leap on you at once, tackling you to the floor and thudding your head again, leaving you insensate for a few moments.\n\n"I told you! I told you it could be one!"\n\n"I thought they were all kept locked up in closets and only let out to make the movies!" Raven actually sticks her nose in your armpit and inhales, then leans her head back and lets out a long, satisfied breath. "Fwah, check out that man-stench!"\n\n"Um, ew. That Japanese movie last week totally messed up your programming." Serva turns her head back to you, bouncing excitedly on her knees and tugging at the front of your jumpsuit like an excited kid, which is sort of what she looks like anyway. "Is it true, you're really a guy?! You're actually really a guy?! We've never even seen one outside of the movies!"\n\n"Er, uh... what about Dr. Canny?" you ask nervously, since it's pretty obvious that's who sent you here in the first place.\n\nBoth of them freeze at that, then look at each other, before saying in unison, "Doc Canny is a <i>guy</i>?" Then they look back at you and press in close again.\n\n"Hey! Hey, show it to us!" Serva exclaims eagerly, tugging on your jumpsuit's chest again.\n\n"Ooo, yeah, show it to us, we wanna see!" Raven adds, pressing her chest against your arm.\n\nYour eyes widen as you realize what they mean by 'it', not that it's exactly a hard leap of logic.\n\n<hr>\n[[Might as well?|MikeMSTPlaceholder]]\n\n[[No way, nuh-uh.|MikeMSTPlaceholder]]

"Yeah, okay, definitely." You find yourself grinning, and wonder if it looks as much like Riara's own wolf-grin as it feels like. "I'm all aboard helping you become the orgasm goddess, Gramma Riara."\n\n"Wonderful!" Riara sits up, laughing softly. "Alright then! Hm, we should pick out some powers for you, now. I mean, I assume you'd like to pick your own...?"\n\n"Heck yeah!"\n\n"Good. In this situation it's generally assumed that you'll get some sort of 'cheat' ability that elevates you above the common rabble. Being that you're my personal chosen one, I'm definitely going to give you a good one. Now let's see..." She looks thoughtful as she continues. "I could give you an ability called 'Diabolical Allure'... make it <i>very</i> easy for you to seduce others, and once you do, they'll do practically anything for you. Alternatively there's one called 'Alluring Adaptation'... every succubus can change her form, but you'd be able to change yours as easy as breathing to match whatever your target desired, or whatever you needed at the moment. Then there's 'Dominating Presence'... people naturally perceive you as being dominant and react to that, and once you've fucked them they're virtually guaranteed to submit to you completely. And of course on a whole different level of cheating... well, I could just give you access to an effectively limitless supply of money," she says with a chuckle. "A magic power all its own in many ways."\n\nYou sit and stare at her for a moment. "... Can't I have all of them?" you find yourself asking.\n\n"Mm, I like your thinking, but unfortunately no. Obviously I'd want to give you every leg-up I could, but if I could do all that I'd be a god already... at that point you'd be a minor one yourself," she adds with an amused snort. "No, it has to be just one, both to stay within my reach and let you fly below the notice of the gods that already have their attention on that world. They're probably sending their own summoned champions there to work on their own agendas, after all, if you just steamrollered everything in your path and conquered a continent in a week they'd probably start sending your friends there as holy paladins convinced you'd gone full evil overlord. So no no, one power and a gradual inflitration is better. So pick which one you want."\n\n<hr>\n[[Diabolical Allure.|GGIncStart]]\n\n[[Alluring Adaptation.|GGSuccStart]]\n\n[[Dominating Presence.|GGSDStart]]\n\n[[`cashmoney|GGRSStart]]

What the hell. With the size of that bonus, you'd be set for the year. Sure you may get like a 1000% increased chance of cancer, but then what doesn't give you a 1000% increased chance of cancer these days?\n\nYou let your agency know you'll take the test subject job, and they send you over the address. After a bit of driving, you pull up outside of a... cube. Well, admittedly, a lot of buildings are technically cubes, this one just seems particularly... cube-y, somehow, even though the edges are rounded off. Maybe it's the fact that instead of concrete or glass, the whole building is covered in some sort of white tile, kind of like the ones you imagine being on the outside of the space shuttle. The big cube of the building is resting on a slightly skinnier base, which is also kind of weird. Also kind of weird is that there don't seem to be any windows or other doors, just one set of opaque white sliding doors on the front of the base. You head on over, staring at the doors, then reach over to press the call button on the small panel next to them.\n\nAlmost immediately, a slightly artificial-sounding female voice issues forth. "Oh, good, you must be the new suc-" There's a brief burst of static, before the voice resumes. "Please pardon our technical difficulties, AppAssure Industries is currently undergoing a series of upgrades. You must be the new <i>AppAssure Industries Partner-in-Testing</i>. Please, come right in."\n\nThe doors slide open in front of you, revealing a fairly small room with another set of sliding doors on the other side. What the heck is this, airlock procedures? It sort of seems that way, since once you step forward and inside, the doors behind you slide closed and the doors in front slide open, revealing a small lobby area. It looks like someone from the seventies' idea of the future, with the walls white-tiled and with rounded edges, chairs that have "striking" metal frames with day-glo orange plastic seats and backs, and a coffee table that looks like it's right out of the testing room scene in Men in Black. There's a receptionist's desk too, with an old but also retro-future computer monitor mounted on it, but it appears to be unmanned.\n\n"Please take a testing form from the front desk and fill it out as completely as possible," the female voice from before says, emenating from the edges of the room. "AppAssure Industries would like to remind you that lying is not only morally wrong, but punishible by being fired. Out of a railgun. At North Korea."\n\nWhat? Shaking your head, you move forward to take a clipboard and chain-attached pen with one of the forms on it, sitting down to start filling out your biographical info. As you do, the voice continues.\n\n"You're actually very lucky today. None of the other Test Partners showed up. You're the only one with the stones to do Science, it would seem. Well done." A slow clap plays over the speakers before she continues. "As such, we have a great deal of Science to do, but a serious lack of people to do Science to. Your form has been appended with a list of all current experiements, please select whichever Science appeals to you the most."\n\nWhich, translated from the unseen person(?)'s odd and mildly concerning manner of speaking, means you get to pick what test trial to participate in. Well, that's good, at least.\n\n<hr>\n[[☐|MikeAppPlaceholder]] <b>Male Enhancement</b> - You've seen enough primetime TV commercials to know what that's code for.\n\n[[☐|MikeAppPlaceholder]] <b>Man-Machine Interface</b> - Despite sounding like some sort of cyborg thing, you're pretty sure that just means something that people use to interact with computers. You'd probably be testing a new keyboard or mouse or something. (Right?)\n\n[[☐|MikeAppPlaceholder]] <b>Advanced Interactivity Scenarios</b> - Admittedly, that one's got you stumped. Maybe it's to see how well their software will accept voice commands or something?\n\n[[☐|MikeAppFoodStart]] <b>Food & Beverage Testing</b> - That doesn't sound too bad. On the other hand, you remember that one time you got asked to try something called "Mocolate"... ugh.

Hey, that Kira lady seemed pret-ty upset earlier, right? Right? Maybe you can make her feel better! You wander around a bit until you spot her over at the kitchen counter, apparently having a cigarette and disdaining the party as much as you were earlier, to judge by the scowl on her face and how she's keeping her head forward. Outside it looks like it's started raining, the lights of the other nearby apartment and dorm buildings visible in the night. As you approach and come to a stop, she turns her head over towards you, green eyes focusing and scowl deepening just the tiniest bit.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/NOIYQJt.jpg?1>\n\n"Oh, it's you. What exactly do you want?" she asks rather sourly.\n\nYou open your mouth, but instantly forget completely what you were going to say. You close it, concentrate, remember, open your mouth, and forget again. Hm, once more maybe?\n\n"... Seriously, spit it out," she prompts, eyes narrowing a bit.\n\n"... Mr. Stark I don't feel so good," you reply faintly as you start to wobble.\n\n"Huh? Hey, what the fuck?!" Kira yelps as you start to pitch forward.\n\nYou feel the sickening sensation of dropping for a moment before arms catch under yours to hold you up, your head thumping against something yielding and soft. You're distantly aware of the arms firming up around you and shifting you a bit, and of movement as you're half-pulled along. You can sort of hear voices, but are barely cognizant of what they're actually saying.\n\n"Huh? Hey, what happened here?"\n\n"What happened is you left your little brother alone at one of your loft parties and he got falling-over smashed, that's what, Will. Good fucking job being a big brother."\n\n"Shit. Here, let me-"\n\n"I think you've done just about enough by doing nothing, so maybe fuck off, I'll put him to bed."\n\nAnd then things fade out even more, to the point that you're just barely aware of more movement and being thumped onto something more familiarly soft and yielding, and your clothes being tugged at, before you're out completely.\n\nWhen you come to, you gradually become aware that you're in bed, in the dark. You shift a little, gradually feeling out that you seem to be naked under the covers, and very warm... because there's someone with you? Someone that shifts and moves as you squirm in place. It's so completely dark in the room that you can only feel it as that form moves, what you have to assume is a pair of large, bare breasts pressing to your chest as the very faint outline of a head moves into place above yours. There's a long, still moment... and then that outline moves down, and you can feel lips pressing against yours, over yours, a tongue gently flicking against your lips.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiss back.|QOBro]]\n\n[[Push them away.|QOBro]]

Everyone here is drinking, and absolutely no one seems to care about you picking up a bottle too. You glance at it... looks like one of the microbrew beers someone else brought in. You manage to wrest it open and take a drink, and then fight not to spit it back out. Holy crap! That tastes... like stuff? It's definitely not the kind of, well, bubbly yellow taste the beer earlier had. You make a bit of a face, and take a smaller sip of it, finding it's a bit better this time. You're not even going to try and dissect the flavor profile, that's not why you're drinking this. You're drinking it because it's alcoholic.\n\nPerhaps if you were a bit older and wiser you might have thought to check just <i>how</i> alcoholic. But since you know nothing about microbrews you don't really realize how hard it was going to hit until you're about 2/3 through it. By that time you've moved beyond social anxiety and are rapidly approaching 'not afraid of the police', wandering through the party calling the occasional slurred 'Eyyyyy!' and fingergunning at amused twenty-somethings.\n\nYou come to a stop roughly in the middle of the apartment. Something... oh right, your brother introduced you to some people earlier, didn't he? You should tooootally do that party thing and... whatchamacallit... socialize with them. Yeah, that's the ticket. Or hey, hey hey hey... didn't you originally come here in the first place to spend some time with Will? Maybe you ought to go find him!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go talk to Sandy.|QOBro8x1]]\n\n[[Go talk to Lil.|QOBro7x1]]\n\n[[Go talk to Aki.|QOBro]]\n\n[[Go talk to Kira.|QOBro6x2]]\n\n[[Go talk to Will.|QOBro]]

You are an adult male between the ages of thirty and forty. You're pretty well established in life, and generally know who you are and what you're doing. You have a home of your own and a bank account.\n\n<b>[[David|DavidStart]]</b>: A 38-year-old male. You are fairly well-off, with a nice home, an upscale office job, and prudent investments. You have a very attractive wife and two teenage daughters.\n\n<b>[[Jack|JackStart]]</b>: A 35-year-old male. You made quite a bit of money in software programming, enough to live an upper-middle-class lifestyle without worries. You are the single father of a teenage daughter.\n\n[[Mike|MikeStart]]: A 32-year-old regular joe. With no established job, you accept whatever work your temp agency sends you to, pretty much. You're a bachelor, and have no children.

You tap the screen allowing you to select an NPC, and the other two slide away while the NPC screen enlarges and centers itself in front of you, a list of names starting to scroll by. You think you recognize most of these from the show, though there's some odd selections... and some characters you're pretty sure aren't even from this series. \n\n<hr>\n[[Ranma Saotome.|RanmaXStart]]\n\n[[Akane Tendo.|AkaneXStart]]\n\n[[Nabiki Tendo.|NabikiXStart]]\n\n[[Kasumi Tendo.|KasumiXStart]]\n\n[[Shampoo.|ShampooXStart]]\n\n[[Ukyo Kuonji.|UkyoXStart]]\n\n[[Ryoko.|RyokoXStart]]\n\n[[Homura.|HomuraStart]]

"W-whaaat?" Nanako squeaks, her entire face red. She looks a lot like she wants to haul off and punch you, but can't quite bring herself to.\n\n"Why... why would you need to...?" Shizue trails off, her cheeks aflame.\n\n"As man of the house, it's my responsibility to make sure you three are dressing properly," you say, using your best reasonable tone. "And that starts with checking your underwear."\n\n"Hm. Guess that makes sense," Motoko says, apparently having the lowest shame threshold. The other two stare as she stands up, her lips curling up slightly as she starts undoing her pants. "So just drop 'em or...?"\n\n"No, once you do, turn around and put your hands on the couch so I can get a good view," you answer, still keeping that even tone even as your heart starts racing.\n\nNanako and Shizue exchange a glance, but then seem almost as embarrassed not to while Motoko's busy shucking her jeans down her legs. Both of them stand up as well, Nanako's hands going to the side of her skirts waistband, while Shizue similarly starts undoing her pants, while between them Motoko turns around and bends over, bracing on the couch and jutting her rather full, round ass towards you. Her panties are obviously slightly old white cotton ones, washed many times and slightly too small, so that they've riding up in something of a wedgie but apparently soft and worn-in enough to not bother her by doing so. Shizue's red from neck to hairline by the time she steps out of her pants, turns around, and bends over, her own trim, slender ass highlighted by a surprisingly sexy black lace thong, almost bordering on a G-string really, little ruffles adorning the waistband above her sleek rear. Nanako's trembling a little as she drops her skirt to reveal white cotton panties as well, but obviously pretty fresh and new by the color and the way they fit her... and when she turns and bends over, they conform closely to the shape of her pert, perky rear all the same, still giving a good impression of the cleft of her buttocks.\n\n"Th-there!" Nanako blurts after barely a half second of all three of them bent over and on display. "Do... do we pass inspection?!"\n\nYou'd actually still been reveling in the sensation of amazement and power at them obeying such an order, as well as the display, and you're mildly annoyed with Nanako again for interrupting. Though you suppose she has a point... what now?\n\n<hr>\n[[That's enough.|Austin]]\n\n[[Change what panties they wear.|Austin]]\n\n[[Fuck one of them.|Austin]]\n\n[[Fuck all three of them.|Austin]]

The moment you start towards the kitchen area you notice Mekarl get a little more tense, but he does his best to hide it. It's not until you actually pick up the cylinder that he becomes visible nervous. "Hey, uh, don't... don't spill my caffer!"\n\n"When since do you actually <i>make</i> your caffer, Mekarl?" Jhaz asks with a frown as she emerges from the bathroom. She glances at you and gives a nod, prompting you to unscrew the lid. The moment it's opening something sort of like... you could only describe it as cinnamon if cinnamon were a stench instead of a scent... comes out. Jhaz's muzzle wrinkles, indicating she can smell it strongly even from where she is. "Oh, Mekarl, hitdust? Seriously?"\n\n"It... it's what the guy had," the white-skinned man murmurs petulantly, rubbing his upper arm.\n\nJhaz sighs and moves over to take hold of his other upper arm, though it looks like it's still relatively gently. "Well we'll talk about 'the guy' later. For now, it's back to the clinic again, c'mon."\n\nA bit later, as the two of you are leaving the little several-story complex where you took Mekarl, you look over at Jhaz. "So what'll happen to him now?"\n\n"He'll go through dryout treatment, again, and they'll probably up his counseling sessions. He'll start his sentence over, maybe with a bit added on if he won't give up his dealer." Jhaz shrugs. "Mekarl's not a big-time offender, his sentence is short and mostly there for his own good... if he can stay off the junk for two years he'll be a free man with a sealed record."\n\n"How long's he been here trying to serve that two year sentence?" you ask after a moment.\n\n"Going on seven years." She stops at the crossing as she waits for the light, sighing heavily and running a hand through her glowing hair. "I mean I'm no therapist, I just give advice, but far as I can tell his problem is he won't take responsibility. It's always someone else's fault. My fault for stressing him, therapist's fault for not helping enough, dealer's fault for having stuff to give him. Since he won't even admit he's the one who wants the hit, he can't get past wanting the hit."\n\n"... Must be rough," you say quietly after a moment. "For you, too."\n\n"It's rough, yeah. But I won't give up on 'im. You wanna make it easier on me, just don't be a pain in the butt." She grins and reaches out to ruffle your hair, not seeming bothered at your slightly reflexive duck away from her. "Though you did good today, kid. Obviously I'm getting a little worn in, so keep keeping me on my toes, yeah? Anyway, you can probably knock off and head home, you've had a long day already," she adds, though from her voice she's the one who's a bit tired, glowing green eyes with a bit of a far-off look in them as she turns them back to the crosswalk.\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Don't leave her by herself.|GGOri]]

Maybe you should dispense some justice, on behalf of the downtrodden... which, if it ever was you, it isn't anymore, but still it's the principle of the thing. You hurry a bit to catch up to the guy, shifting your bags to one hand so you can reach out to touch his shoulder. He almost jumps as he turns to face you, looking frightened, so you try to smile to put him at ease. "Hey. What's your name?"\n\n"Uh... Ben?" he answers, as if not too sure of that himself.\n\n"Hey Ben, I'm Cyan. Hey, follow me," you add, turning and walking back towards the twins. He hesitates, but then follows along... actually, he sort of seems like the type that would do that even if he weren't being compelled by demon magic.\n\nAlicia and Tricia are still giggling as you approach, and look up. "Oh, hey... Cyan, right?" Alicia, the preppier one, asks, raising a hand to flick her side ponytail, showing off her elaborately-painted fingernails and all the bracelets on her arm. "How's it going?"\n\n"Yeah, what's up?" Tricia adds, resting a hand on her hip, both of them being rather more polite to you than they've ever been.\n\n"Hey girls," you answer evenly. "Hey, I just noticed you giving Ben here a hard time. I think you should apologize."\n\nBoth of them look shocked for an instant, as if the very concept were alien to them. Then they exchange a nervous glance, before looking back at Ben, actually seeming sincerely contrite (if only a little) as they mutter, "Sorry." "Yeah, sorry."\n\n"Um... it's no big deal, really," Ben mutters back, squirming as if uncomfortable.\n\n"Hey, no, it is a big deal," you interject, all three of them looking at you in surprise. You point at the twins. "You guys do this way too much. I think you need to-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-do a little groveling."|GGHH]]\n\n[["-have a good influence."|GGHH]]\n\n[["-apologize more thoroughly in private."|GGHH]]

You do occasional glances left and right as you run towards the ship, soon able to pick out the lowered boarding ramp at the back of it. As you arrive at the ramp you look up and into the ship, trying to spot any possible boarders, then wheel around and back up it, watching for anything suspicious until the ramp raises behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you call, "Take us to a safe distance!"\n\n"Understood," the cool female voice replies, a faint vibration suffusing the deck beneath your feet as the ship apparently begins to move. You take a moment to look around what seems to be some sort of storage or prep area. It has several metal crates in it, and along one wall is a glass(?)-fronted nook, lit from within and containing something blue and chrome. Walking over, you look at the well-lit interior and its contents, a suit of armor that looks like Tony Stark tricked out a suit of medieval full plate. The helmet is roughly bell-shaped with a backswept top, 'rabbit ear' sensors on the side, and a T-shaped visor in front. The torso has the barest, tiniest hint of feminine curvature to it, as do the hips and legs. The right arm has a raised part on the back of it, a trio of purple gems set in the front, apparently as some sort of weapon.\n\nShaking your head, you turn and head down the hall, making your way towards what you assume is the bridge, a largely open and mostly semicircular area, at the center of which is a single chair surrounded by somewhat distant consoles. Out the front viewports, you watch a strangely uniformly-colored planet cracking and falling apart, taking in the sight with a bit of awe as you settle into the chair.\n\n"Confirmed planetary destruction," the female voice chimes, a series of lights on the panels and edging the room blinking icy white with the words. "Mindflayer infestation terminated. Job registered and transmitted in database."\n\n"Okay, cool." You turn the chair a little, glancing up towards one of the blinking bits. "Alright, this may seem like an odd question, but... who are you?"\n\n"I am JADIS, your personal artificial assistant," the voice answers. "My name stands for 'Journey And Device Intelligence Secretary'. I am programmed to assist you on your missions and in all other ways possible."\n\n"Uh-huh. So if I told you something weird or seemingly impossible, you'd believe it anyway and not think I'm crazy?"\n\n"Correct," JADIS replies. "I am programmed only to assist you and offer practical advice, not to make value judgments about anything you tell me. If you tell me that something is the truth, I am obliged to believe you over any other factors of probability or lack thereof, and am only able to argue on established fact."\n\n"Okay then." You nod slowly. "Up until about ten minutes ago I was just a teenage girl on Earth. I'd never been into space or fought any aliens. I picked up a book at the library-" Damn, you dropped it back on that planet, you'll have to pay for it because the planet exploded. ... Wait, no. "-and suddenly found myself here. I don't really know anything about this place or what I'm doing here, so I need your help."\n\n"I see." JADIS is quiet for a few moments, before answering, "I can find no objective facts that state that what you are saying happened is impossible. There are in fact several magitech theories as to how something similar could happen. My advice in this situation would be to not tell anyone else of this, as the typical social reaction would be that you had 'gone mad'."\n\n"That seems like good advice," you agree a little wryly.\n\n"Thank you."\n\n"So tell me a little bit about, ah, me."\n\n"You are Cyan Ihde, a registered bounty hunter with the IIA, or Intergalactic Interspecies Alliance. This means that while you are not technically under their command, you operate at their discretion. You were raised by Silver Star Elves, who used alchemy and spellwork as you grew to imbue you with greater speed, strength, and certain innate magical abilities to allow you to fit in with their society. Shortly before you reached adulthood, their planet was attacked by a group known as the Reaping Ones. You were the only known survivor, and that planet was the last colony of any Silver Star Elves in the known universe. In the course of your profession you have decimated the Reaping Ones and their leader several times, but they always regroup. You are known for being extremely reliable to call upon to deal with infestations of Mindflayers, as you just did so even without the aid of your unique Silverstar Armor."\n\n"Huh. Okay, thanks, JADIS." You spend a few moments digesting all of that, then shrug. "So what now?"\n\n"My advice to you would be to retire," JADIS answers immediately. "I have previously made this suggestion a number of times, as your likelihood for death or dismemberment increases with every mission, sometimes significantly. You have long ago passed the amount of currency necessary to live a life of extreme ease and comfort almost anywhere of your choosing, and I have several potential options laid out for you that I could put into effect within minutes. With the payment from this job and the sale of various assets you would no longer need, even with keeping the Belladonna, myself, and the Silverstar Suit you would have more money than you are likely capable of spending in one lifetime, certainly if I turned my attentions to managing your wealth instead of keeping you alive."\n\n"Huh." You quirk your eyebrows. "If that's so, why haven't I done it before?"\n\n"'Too boring' is the most concise summary of your explanations," JADIS says, a faint note of annoyance in the otherwise cold voice.\n\nYou can't help but grin. Yeah, that definitely sounds like you. Even with being plunged into danger, you're having a hard time convincing yourself that the safest and smartest thing to do, assuming you can't get back to Earth, would be to settle down somewhere and live a life of ease. Still, can you keep up with this dangerous lifestyle...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Retire.|GGMS]]\n\n[[Adventure.|GGMS2x2]]

You struggle against the temptation of the things she said, but maybe it's the battering your concept of reality has taken that has you actually asking, "What do you really mean... 'influence'?"\n\nThe demon that used to be Leslie grins broadly, as if knowing she already had you snared. "You say it, people do it. Probably not completely and totally self-destructive stuff... y'know, I doubt you could say 'jump off a cliff' or 'give me absolutely everything you own'. Unless you were dealing with someone who had that sort of tendency anyway," she adds with a shrug, as if it were no nevermind to her. "But anything less than that? 'Smack yourself', 'give me a quarter of everything you own', all sorts of things. And they'd obey like it was only natural to... oh, you might get a <i>little</i> embarrassment, or some vague hesitancy, but other than that? Never pay another bill, never serve another detention. Heck, you could be the first politician whose only corruption was selling a bit of your soul, because you could just tell people to vote for you and they would!"\n\nYou stare at her, and she must sense that you're on the fence, because she raises her hands. "Okay, okay, here, I'll sweeten the deal. If you accept, once I've finished giving you the power, I'll depart this world for the lower planes, and I won't come back until someone... like, say, you... invites me. No one but you will even remember that Leslie ever existed, either, so that will spare you explanations and investigations and all that sort of bullshit. You'll be completely free to use your new powers as you like without fear of a rampaging demon, how's that sound?"\n\nThe last of your resistance crumbles, and you nod slowly. "Yeah, alright, fine. I'll agree to that."\n\n"Good, the contract's sealed. Now, you have to let me out before I can grant your request."\n\nYou look dubiously at her, but practically every book you've ever read says demons are bound to contracts when they agree to them. Plus, what are you going to do if she's lying? You should have just left her down here in the first place if you thought that was the case. "Fine. I release you from the circle."\n\nShe immediately steps forward and in front of you, smirking. "Thank you! Now, as much as I'd like to rape you into a drooling, mindless mess, a deal's a deal, and since I have to leave I may as well go ahead and get this done so I can go to Hell. Now, stand still, this'll feel a little weird," she adds, reaching out to poke you a little below the bellybutton.\n\n'Weird' is an odd word for 'near-whiteout orgasmic'. Your eyes roll in your head and your teeth clench as a climax instantly smashes through your body, tears near-instantly starting to leak from your eyes and spit to dribble down your chin. You buck and jerk your hips as your pussy gushes hard, soaking your panties and jeans almost completely. You can feel something changing, some part of your brain well aware of the additional pleasure that you're feeling as something thick and hard pushes out against the front of your panties and bulges up your jeans, then begins spurting as well, your orgasmic pleasure doubling and bringing you close to passing out as your pants become a complete and utter mess. Eventually the feeling subsides and you're left panting and gasping for air, feeling light-headed and almost disconnected from your body. Still, you look down... and stare at the obvious bulge in your jeans. You lift up your shirt slightly (at the same time noticing that it's a bit harder to see past your chest), and find that there's a glowing tattoo resting just above the waistline of your jeans, the lower part of it practically pointing at said bulge.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/nDQ2Hrp.png>\n\n"You... you gave me a-!" you splutter.\n\n"Oh, don't worry," the Leslie-turned-demon assures you, waving a hand. "Mortals won't be able to see the demon mark at all."\n\n"You gave me a <i>cock</i>!" you blurt, staring at her.\n\n"Oh, that! Well, yeah. It's actually really helpful for this sort of spell, y'know? If I just gave you natural charisma that could do the same thing, it would take way more power than I had... but by giving you some infernally-powered male and female traits together, it insures your influence will work on both men and women. Don't worry, everyone will think it's perfectly natural. Well, I'm off!" she concludes.\n\n"Hey, wait!" you call, only for a burst of fire and acrid air washes up between you and her, making you reflexively throw your hands in front of yourself and stumble back. By the time you've recovered, the flames are gone, as is the demon. You're left standing there in shock, your pants a damp (and sticky) mess, clinging to your half-hard new cock. Well that's just... great! What now?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go try out your powers on the boys.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Lay low 'til morning.|GGHH18x2]]

"Yeaaaah," you drawl, thinking. Well, this should be a test you can play off as a joke easily enough if it doesn't work. "I want those maple-flavored waffles, the ones you pretty much never make because they're a pain in the butt, some of that really expensive milk that comes in the actual glass bottle, and $500."\n\n"Alright, I'll go get started on the waffles," your mother says as she stands up, pulling her wallet out of her pants pocket and flipping through it. "Honey, I only have about $200 on me."\n\n"It's fine, I'll get the other $300 out of the safe before I run down to the high-end market for Cyan's milk," your father replies as he sets aside his paper and heads for his study.\n\nAn hour later you're sitting in your room, full of gourmet waffles, designer milk, and staring at a sheaf of $100 bills in your hand. Holy crap, they didn't even blink. It was harder to ask for a loan of the twenty-five or so bucks it cost to do the haunted house night than it was for them to hand this over. Yeah, you'd say that your power of 'Influence' is working. Just to do a test, though, you take a deep breath, then strip down and do a walk through the house, your enlarged tits jiggling and your bare cock flopping.\n\nAs you pass your mother in the living room, she glances up and frowns... then asks, "Cyan, do you not have clean clothes or something? Do I need to do laundry?"\n\n"Uh, yeah, that'd be good Mom, thanks." With that, you head back to your room... okay, confirmed, she didn't think it weird that you had a dick, and she didn't even seem to think it was terribly odd that you were walking through the house naked. Apparently even without being given orders, your influence dulls the edge of reactions and makes it seem like whatever you're doing is exactly what you should be doing. Your head's virtually swimming with the thought of all you could do with this, and you slowly sink back onto your head, starting to stroke your now stiff and throbbing prick. You freeze a little as a few minutes later your door opens and your mother walks in... but she just blushes brightly and then collects your scattered dirty clothes without a word, carrying them out. After a moment, you resume, if anything even harder at the fact that having to worry about what's on your monitor when they come in is a thing of the past, among other things.\n\nYou spend the rest of the day alternately masturbating, napping, getting cleaned up, and trying out your powers with your parents. Nothing too outlandish or onerous... just making sure you get exactly what you want for lunch and dinner, using the big-screen TV whenever you want for whatever you want to watch, having your dad order you a new computer, things like that. No need to go crazy. After all, you realize, it's not like you'll actually need to ask them for a ton of money.\n\nAnd the next day you put that to the test by heading to the mall. Just to make sure, you do go ahead and wear slightly baggy jeans... no need to make a scene by showing off your bulge, even if the thought does appeal a little bit. All your shirts are fairly tight now, though, so showing off your tits seems inevitable, and after trying on a few you decide 'fuck it' and wear a tanktop. If you're gonna show off might as well really show off. And so you saunter around the mall, attracting quite a few glances, and oddly feeling more appreciative of them than you might have before. The demon's little gifts are probably a bad influence on you. Either way you start out by going in a few places and picking out various bits of electronics and little gewgaws you've been eyeing for awhile but were either too expensive or never wanted to bite the bullet on. When you head to the counter with them, you politely request a manager, then politely request that the manager comp your entire purchase, which of course they do without hesitation. In fact after several rounds of this, you get a little bored with it and decide to try just walking out of the store with a bunch of CDs in one of your bags... and even though the alarm goes off, the counter worker just glances over and waves, calling the standard 'Have a good day!'\n\n'This is amazing!' you think, while a smaller part of you complains that you're likely to get these people in trouble with their bosses, who <i>aren't</i> being influenced by you. You find that thought incredibly easy to quash, to the point that you'd wonder just how much this power is corrupting you if you gave it any real thought.\n\nAs you finish asking for and receiving the most expensive gourmet cookie at the food court for free, you hear some laughter from nearby. You turn and spot a familiar sight... thick, wavy blonde hair with side-ponytails (one with a blue scrunchy, the other red) and near-identical perfect tanned bodies, one of them clad in a white blouse with the sleeves rolled completely up and the bottom tied under her breasts and a blue pleated skirt below, the other in a snug white tanktop and teeny little denim cutoffs. Tricia and Alicia, informally known as the 'Bitch Twins' at school. They're both pointing to draw as much attention as possible to an embarrassed-looking boy who's now slinking along... he probably just had a small stumble or something, but of course those two had to make it into a Thing like they always do. You do not like the Bitch Twins, no you do not...\n\n... hm, and now you can do something about that, can't you?\n\n<hr>\n[[Punishment.|GGHH20x1]]\n\n[[Justice.|GGHH18x4]]\n\n[[Fuck 'em.|GGHH]]

You're neither entirely ready to trust what the demon said, nor entirely sure what you'd do if things did work. For now, all the strangeness aside, your priority has become getting cleaned up. Shaking your head, you go back up the stairs and hunt down a nearby bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind yourself. Once you've toed off your sneakers, you take a deep breath, then open and peel down your jeans and panties, the rather sodden fabric flopping to the floor as you drop them. And there... is your cock.\n\nIt's pretty damn big too... at least long and thick enough to qualify you for any of the 'big dick' themed porn you've seen. You stare down at it, then in the nearby mirror. It's as hairless as your crotch was before and as pale and smooth as the rest of you, so it somehow seems undeniably your cock. A careful touch to brush aside your (hefty) new balls at least finds that your pussy is still there and intact, virtually still dripping from the earlier orgasm. Unable to help checking out the full package, you peel off your t-shirt and toss it aside too... yeah, your breasts are definitely bigger, at least a DD or maybe even a EE now. And you can see that glowing pink... well, it's almost a tramp stamp style thing, except for the size and position.\n\nAnd your cock is slowly, steadily starting to harden as you stare at yourself. Getting a little weirded out at the idea of getting turned on by yourself, you quickly snag your T-shirt and pull it back on, then grab your panties and jeans and take them to the sink, concentrating on getting them washed out and then hung over a vent where they'll hopefully dry before morning. Then you need to clean yourself up. You find a hand towel to use in place of a washcloth and soak about half of it, then carefully wipe off your inner thighs... then mmmf a little as you press the cloth up against your pussy to rinse it off, feeling your cock give a twitch in response to the pleasure. Of course by the time you're finished rinsing the mingling of pussy juice and cum off your balls and shaft, your prick is stiff and throbbing, and you bite your lower lip as it aches faintly.\n\n"... Fuck it," you groan, moving forward to lean against the wall behind the toilet with one hand, reaching down with the other to wrap your hand around your shaft. You let out a low moan as you start pumping slowly, then quickly getting faster and faster, jerking your brand new prick and shivering at the strange pleasure rushing through your body as you do. As if it were the proximity, every twitch and shudder of pleasure from your cock ignites a fluttering burst of sensation from your pussy, soon making you drip down your inner thighs again as you pump your prick. Your nipples are practically drilling holes in your shirt as you thrust your hips a little against your now rapidly-stroking hand. You're not sure if it's the fact that your new equipment is demon-made or if this is just what happens to guys, but you find yourself thinking of some of the lewdest, wickedest, most depraved scenarios you've ever had, stuff that would never have crossed your mind before. Whichever it is, your eyes roll slightly and your tongue lolls out some as you have your first self-induced cock orgasm, your prick shuddering in your hand and spewing shockingly thick, voluminous splatters of cum all over the bowl and the back of the toilet as your pussy gushes and soaks your thighs like you were some hentai schoolgirl.\n\nYou've barely begun panting to catch your breath when there's a knock at the door, the shock almost making you jump out of your skin... and making you yelp as you wind up squeezing your cock a bit too firmly. "Cyan? Was that you?" Kev's voice asks, muffled through the door. "We were looking for you, you okay?"\n\n"Uh, y-yeah," you answer, trying not to sound too out of breath or like you just came about a pint. "Yeah, just... the pizza disagreed with me, or something, I'm not feeling too good, I think I'm gonna be awhile."\n\n"Geez, that sucks. Okay, I'll leave some bottles of water here outside the door, come on back to the main room when you're feeling better."\n\nYou let out a huff of relief as he moves off, and wait a few minutes to unlock the door and peek out carefully. Nothing but a few chilled water bottles on the floor outside. You take them and relock the door, then gulp most of one down at once. Geez, your very first time jerking off, and figures someone almost interrupts you. \n\nYou spend the rest of the night in the bathroom hiding out... and, admittedly, playing with your new 'toy'. You jerk off 'normally' a few times before giving in and taking off your shirt again, finding a place to sit on the floor where you can lean back against the wall, using one hand to slip under your balls to play with your pussy while you use your other hand to pump your thick shaft. After about the third simultaneous cockgasm and pussygasm you have from that, your tits and even your face completely spattered with your own jizz, you think you might just be over the majority of your anger towards the demon for her little spin on your request. Eventually a check of your watch (which... you'll need to rinse off) shows that it's getting towards morning, so you give yourself another sink bath, finally feeling used to the sensations enough that it doesn't set off another round of frantic masturbation. Your clothes seem to be dry as well, so you pull on the panties, the black thong stretching out almost obscenely over your cock and balls. You stare down at it, then shrug and pull on your jeans. While the bulge isn't quite so insanely obvious with those on, it's still there... there's no real way to hide it, so you steel yourself and head back out to meet up with Kev and Jack.\n\nBut apparently the demon was telling the truth again... despite both of them looking you over, neither of them mentions the fact that you rather obviously have a cock now, nor do they ask where Leslie is. Instead the two just ask if you're feeling better, and accept your help in packing things up and heading out. The owner is outside waiting... is it your imagination, or does he smirk a little as he heads past you and inside? Meh. Either way you decide to head home, bidding the boys adieu and setting off on your own. You get home around eight-thirty, and your parents are sitting in the living room relaxing. "Oh, hello honey," your mother greets as she glances up from her tablet. No stares or exclamations at your bulge, so all good there too. "How was the haunted house?"\n\n"It was... interesting," you allow, coughing a little.\n\n"See any ghosts?" your father asks drolly from behind the newspaper.\n\n"Not ghosts, no," you answer honestly enough.\n\n"Ah well, maybe next time."\n\n"Anything you want for breakfast, hon?" your mother asks.\n\nAt that, you realize that you haven't actually tested your new supposed abilities to ask for just about anything. If what Les-, er, the demon said is true, the sky's pretty much the limit, and who better to test that with than your own parents, whose limits you know pretty well?\n\n<hr>\n[[Test your influence normally.|GGHH18x3]]\n\n[[Test your influence lewdly.|GGHH19x1]]

You shudder a little at feeling a particularly big glob of cum drip out of your ass and slide down your balls. Even if you didn't really enjoy it... getting fucked felt good. Incredible really. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be made to enjoy it. "I... okay, turn me gay," you groan, pressing your face against the comforter. "Fuck me until I turn homo, I don't care."\n\n"Hm. Okay. Next week."\n\n"W-wha?" You lift your head again, staring at your demonic friend... well, master now... in shock.\n\n"Heheh, can't make it too easy on you... part of the fun is in tormenting you. So I'll let you have this one last week to enjoy being straight... and to think about how I'm going to fuck you and turn you into a whimpering little cock-addict." He considers then, rubbing his chin. "Though I think I want you to go a little further. You're gonna have to <i>prove</i> you want me to turn you gay."\n\n"Pr-... prove?"\n\n"Yup! Every day you need to do something that shows how bad you want to be my little butt boy, and send me a picture of it along with a text telling me how you still want to be fucked up the ass until you turn gay. I'll cast some magic to enable whatever it is you want to do... but you have to decide what it is by tomorrow morning!" He snaps his fingers, and you give a soft 'erk' as the remainder of his cum, both outside of and inside of you, sinks in and disappears, leaving you largely clean, if disheveled. "Now go on, go home. And be deciding how you're gonna show off your dedication!"\n\nAll along the walk home, you can't really help but think about just that. Not only are you going to have the straight fucked out of you at the end of this week... you have to do something every day showing that you <i>want</i> to be gay. Kevin was always kind of devious and wicked, apparently turning into a demon has ramped that up to eleven. He said that whatever you picked, his magic would help you do it, so you just have to figure out what to do.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use toys.|QOKev]]\n\n[[Crossdress.|QOKev]]\n\n[[Get fucked.|QOKev]]\n\n[[No! There has to be another way!|QOKev]]

"Yeah, no way this counts as camping," you agree, hefting up some of the bags. "Let's get some nature around us!"\n\nBetween the two of you, you manage to carry pretty much everything in a single go, wanting to minimize your chances of getting caught carrying your things into an area that would actually qualify as camping in the woods. Eventually, when the road has been well out of sight for awhile, the two of you almost stumble into a nice big clearing.\n\n"Hm, this looks like some sort of old tribal site," Aunt Kelly comments as she sets down some of her things and walks around. The area is mostly packed dirt instead of grass, but it looks like it's more due to simply being mostly hard clay ground than deliberately maintained that way. Aunt Kelly scuffs a foot over an area, then nods. "See, there's some sort of flat stones with carvings on them set into the ground."\n\n"Huh, really?" You walk over to peer down at the stone tablet set in the ground. It's actually quite large, and you notice a series of stones leading away from it almost like a path towards the center of the clearing. Now that you're looking for them, you can spot the other stones around the edge of the clearing and the 'paths' that lead towards the center.\n\n"From the style of the carvings, I'd say these are probably Deviloka work," Aunt Kelly comments after crouching to examine the stone more closely.\n\n"What, the same tribe we're descended from? I thought they only really lived in the area around where Deviville is now."\n\n"They did, but a lot of them travelled all over. Sometimes it seems like they only did it to leave little mysteries like this one, Deviloka mystery sites are dotted all over continental North America. From what I know of other sites like this one, the stones will be almost perfectly level. Great for setting a tent up on."\n\nYou wrinkle your nose. "Isn't that disrespectful, or something?"\n\n"Heh, no dear, not in this case. Like I said, I'm familiar with sites like this one, our Deviloka ancestors almost certainly put up their own tents on the stones. It's just a matter of deciding which one you think is the most interesting."\n\nYou make a thoughtful noise at that, walking around the ring and scuffing away dirt and fallen leaves to look at the images. You're rather amused at some of them's resemblance to things you're pretty sure that a pre-colonial era tribe of Native Americans weren't familiar with, but to you don't look like anything else, while of course others are easily recognizable as standard animals revered by more than a few tribes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wolf stone.|Campingplaceholder]]\n\n[[Dinosaur stone.|CampRaptStart]]\n\n[[Clown stone.|Campingplaceholder]]\n\n[[Thunderbird stone.|DreamStart]]\n\n[[Octopus stone.|Campingplaceholder]]

The woodsman picks you up and slings you over his shoulder, resting one hand on your ass as he carries you back to his cabin, his cum dribbling down your inner thighs all the while. Once there, he throws you on the bed and has his way with you several more times, each position he twists you into making the ropes rub and squeeze you in some new and orgasmic way. By the time he unties you, you're completely addicted to his cock, and eagerly rush to make his dinner as he commands. You clamber under the table and suck him off while he eats, not even thinking about taking any food yourself until he's done and fed you a thick creamy appetizer.\n\nYou spend the rest of your life in the woods, being fucked whenever the woodsman feels like it and spending the rest of the time waiting on him hand and foot. It's a fulfilling enough existence... or, well, filling at least. He keeps you barefoot and pregnant a fair portion of the time... heck, he keeps you <i>naked</i> and pregnant a fair portion of it, especially in the summer, your bare body and distended belly glistening with sweat as you eagerly slave over a hot stove to make sure dinner's waiting for him each night.\n\nIt's probably the furthest thing from your pledge of manhood as you could get... but oh well!\n\n<b>Ranma Sim End</b> - <i>Woodsman's Doting Wife</i>

You grin as you venture the most absurd thing you can think of. And then your mother... doesn't say anything. Just stares very fixedly at the road. The silence drags further and further out, and slowly your grin fades. "... You're shitting me."\n\n"Language," your mother replies with a huff, glancing over. At your outright stare, she smiles weakly. "... Okay, maybe that one rates some profanity."\n\n"Mom what the <i>hell</i>?!"\n\n"Look just... calm down, alright?" she says with a heavy sigh, turning her eyes back to driving. "I had her about three years before you were born, and not long before I met your father. I had a bit of a... fling... with a foreign student I'd actually been penpals with since we were children. There was a child as a result, and we decided between us that my friend would take our child back to Japan to raise, since they had a large family and were rather more well-off than I was at the time. I moved on with life, met your father, we fell in love and had you."\n\n"So I have a... sister, brother, what? Who's three years older than me?"\n\n"Stretched out to nearly four, yes. Your... well, your sister, she's decided to attend college here, and I've been taking the opportunity to get acquainted and help her move into her dorm."\n\nYou sit there absorbing everything for a moment, then ask the obvious question. "Does Dad know?"\n\n"Yes. He's not quite ready to meet Tsubasa, but he's known about her since shortly before we were married. I'm sorry that I never told you, Cyan, just... it wasn't exactly easy to find a good 'in' for that conversation," she admits with a sigh. "I've only had sparing contact with my friend and our daughter over the years, I wasn't sure how to work you into that dynamic. And I'm sorry, I really am."\n\nYou settle into silence, just trying to process. So, you have a sister... half-sister... whatever, named Tsubasa. You have a <i>half-Japanese</i> sister that's three years older than you. Almost four. That you've never met but are going to meet now. You're having trouble even figuring out what the correct emotional response is and seem to have settled on 'Not Applicable' for the moment, just staring out the car window as you gradually approach Deviville University towards the outskirts of town. The main building is something that dates back to practically the town's founding, an admittedly thoroughly gothic structure studded with gargoyles and delightfully morbid wall sculpture murals, though most of the buildings around it have only token nods to the style while being much more modern. And the dorm you draw up to is the most modern of them all, gleaming and new and looking more like a high-class six story apartment building than just a place to toss first-year students that are required to live on campus. "Isn't that the dorm that a bunch of people were complaining about being built last year? The one for rich kids?" you ask with a distracted air.\n\n"Mhm. Because rich kids pay for things like this to get built," your mother replies in a reasonable tone. She might be an artist, but she's also immensely practical, or she wouldn't have an office job. \n\n"Could I just ask one question before we get out?" you note, your mother pausing with her hand on the door handle. "... What's with the way you're dressed to come see your...?" You trail off, not quite sure what word to use. \n\n"Oh." She blushes at that. "Um, well, I suppose I did it without really thinking. Seeing Tsubasa sort of reminds me of when I was younger and a bit more, ah, adventurous, so I guess... well." Your mother shrugs. "You'll understand when you're older, maybe."\n\nShaking your head, you follow her inside and to the elevator, where she hits the button for the sixth floor. You fold your arms over your chest and tap a foot during the short ride, not sure if you're impatient to get on with this or dreading it. The doors open and you follow your mother down to the end of the hall, where she knocks on a door and there's a call of "It's open!" The room inside is bigger than what you'd pictured most dorm rooms as being like, and pretty bright and open feeling, but it's still one large room with a pair of beds and desks on either side, and a minifridge with a microwave on top. About the only major differences you can see are that there's a sliding door that goes out to a small, empty patio-type space, and that in addition to the sliding closet doors there's a door in the side wall that must go to a private bathroom. \n\nSitting on one of the beds is someone that's staring at you, and you can't really help but return the favor. Mostly because, well, it's a bit like staring in a really weird mirror. She looks almost identical to you... well, you guess really it's that you look identical to her, isn't it? part of you can't help but note sourly. She's got bigger boobs and slightly more toned arms, and obviously her features have a Japanese set to them and her skin has a soft golden tint, but. Her hair's a bit longer, falling past her shoulders in back, the tips dyed crimson instead of blue and purple, and she's wearing a tight red half-sleeved shirt that stops just above her (pierced) bellybutton, and baggy jeans, but otherwise yeah. Your blue eyes meet hers as she stands up and walks over, obviously a little uncertain herself.\n\n"Well, Cyan," your mother says slowly. "This is your sister. Tsubasa."\n\n"... Hi." Tsubasa comes to stand in front of you. She's probably got half of an inch on you in height, but geez how tall would that make her compared to most Japanese people? Other than the bigger chest and (maybe?) rounder hips, she doesn't really look any older than you... from a fairly short distance away you could definitely be fairly easily mistaken for twins rather than half-sisters. You watch a smile slowly spread across her face. "Cyan... I've really been looking forward to meeting you. I'm so glad you're here," she adds, offering a hand.\n\n<hr>\n[["Well. Nice to meet you too!"|GGParent5x3]]\n\n[["..."|GGParent]]

Probably just best to pretend you never saw anything at all. That's what most mothers do (you assume). Just one of those things about your kids growing up that you have to deal with, and maintain a polite fiction of the subject not even existing.\n\nTo take your mind off of it, you turn on the small TV on the counter, setting it to the local morning news program as you mix up waffle batter.\n\n"-and the cheer squad has indicated that they intend to fight the ruling on mandatory buttock coverage for bloomers all the way up through the beginning of the school year. Janet?"\n\n"Thank you, Tim. Doctors are warning that there's a new flu virus going around, though this one apparently has a number of side effects. We're not entirely sure of the full list, but at the moment it seems to include difficulty focusing, increased heartrate and bloodflow, and-" The anchorwoman pauses, squinting, then apparently it's decided she can't read off the other symptoms on air so she breezes past with, "In any event, so far this strain of flu has been noted to only affect males, but everyone should remember to wash your hands and be careful about contamination! While it doesn't have an official name yet, some of the internet has dubbed it 'Fapluenza', for reasons we have completely failed to research or investigate. That wacky internet!"\n\n"Thanks, Jan, I'm sure that information you left out because our network doesn't want to get angry phone calls from prudes will have absolutely no effect on peoples' health and welfare. In other news, is this puppy <i>too</i> cute? Congress seems to think so!"\n\nYou can't stand politics. Turning the TV off after closing the waffle maker, you glance up and smile at Ken as he comes down, then blink, noticing he's still in just his sleeping pants. He also looks somehow both flushed and pale, and a bit sweaty... well, moreso than his earlier activities would lead you to expect. "Honey, do you feel alright?" you ask in concern, stepping over to the side of his chair.\n\n"M'fine," he mumbles, sort of staring off at the far wall as if trying to find a thought.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. If he says he's fine...|Marei]]\n\n[[Oh no! Call up the family doctor!|Marei]]\n\n[[TO THE HOSPITAL!|Marei]]

You head into the futuristic area of the prop museum, deciding to see what they have in the way of plastic rayguns. And you're certainly not disappointed. From big budget movies to stuff so obscure no one even bothered to label it, it looks like there's quite a selection of zappy things.\n\nYou wander around for a few minutes, noting that a whole lot of the weapons seem to be just laid on angled shelves lining the walls or resting on pedestals... and almost none of them are behind glass. You notice a pair of neat-looking but slightly bulky blaster pistols, their placard noting that they're from some TV show you've never heard of, that only has a single year in its runtime... probably didn't even last a whole season. You spot a display of what looks like Star Trek weapons, probably from the later movie era... though once you look at the cards, they're apparently from something called "Star Trexxx: The Next Degeneration". Must be one of those really high-quality pornos with the high budget, because you can't really tell the difference just by looking. (Also geez, they must have been desperate for a display of phasers, if they put weapons from a porn parody in a theme park attraction.) \n\n<hr>\n\n[[Dual Pistols.|CypherStart]]\n\n[[Hand Phaser.|TrekMStart]]\n\n[[Phaser Rifle.|TrekFStart]]

"No," you whisper, shaking your head emphatically. "No, you definitely shouldn't be like anyone else. All the ways you're different are amazing, Mary."\n\n"Then <i>why</i> are you content with it for you, Master?!" Mary huffs, making you blink in shock as she reaches out and whaps you on the chest. "That's what it's about, isn't it?!" She stands and whirls, stepping away and putting her hands to her head. "Not showing my wings and horns isn't about me not being not normal, it's about you!"\n\n"No, that's not-"\n\nShe waves a hand dismissively, huffing and putting her hands on her hips. "Oh, I know, I know. You don't want me to be treated bad. But it's obvious that's going to happen whether I'm a succubus or a 'normal' girl!" She whirls back to face you, pouting. "Master, you like that I'm special. I can feel it when you look at me!" she adds urgently, pressing her fists to her chest. "Me being something so far out of the world you knew makes your heart race!"\n\nYou can only nod mutely at that, accepting the truth of it as you stare up at her.\n\n"It makes me feel <i>amazing</i> when you look at me like that!" she gushes, leaning forward, eyes sparkling. "So I don't understand why you're fighting so hard to be normal yourself! You don't have to be that way anymore! Look at what you did this morning! You can be so much more! You can make your own heart race! You can make your soul sing!"\n\n"I..." You swallow around a lump in your throat. "... Mary, being average is... part of how I survive, it-"\n\n"You don't need that anymore! You're strong, you're fast, you can learn magic! You don't have to be the bland, boring high school boy with a secret magical girlfriend!" she urges, her eyes almost pleading now. "Master, be extraordinary! Leave with me!"\n\n"L-lea-... what?" you almost squeak. "Go <i>where</i>?!"\n\n"Wherever we want! The mall, Palladium City, Avalon, Hell, Heaven!" Mary flings her arms out and twirls, making you blush brightly as she flashes her bare sex and ass at you again. "Let's go wherever we want, do whatever we want! If we hit hard times or people trying to stop us, we'll make an adventure of it! Let's be <i>free</i>! Free of expectations, free of burdens, free of normal!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|QOSuc3x3]]\n\n[[No.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Not yet.|QOSuc]]

Frankly a major part of your junior high/high school survival plan has involved <i>not</i> attracting the attention of those girls. Besides, what if Tanya couldn't come through? If it got the popular girls pissed enough at you, it might go all the way up the chain to Layla, Queen Bitch of Deviville High, and at that point you might as well just dig a hole, crawl into it, and pull the hole in after you.\n\nYou trot a bit to move down the hall faster, just in case they sensed your thoughts, and turn a corner. You relax as you see that it's mostly the lower ranks of the school's pecking order here, people that generally are picked on rather than doing the picking on... well, mostly. It's public school, pretty much <i>everyone</i> thinks they're better than someone else and is going to tell that someone else sooner or later. And yet again, you find yourself experiencing a sort of weird, clique-shifted deja vu as you overhear a conversation between three people.\n\n"Locked up tighter than freedom of expression in Mr. Lamatos's art class."\n\n"Seriously? He seriously tried to sell to an undercover cop?"\n\n"It wasn't even a good undercover job, I heard it was this old bug-eyed dude in eighties clothes carrying a skateboard that walked in and did it. I guess the idiot had been sampling too much of his own product."\n\n"So no beer, but especially no communion with nature," one of the goths murmurs sadly, bringing his black-painted fingertips together and making a slow tearing and spreading motion, as if that were somehow relevant. "How are we to truly commune with the spirits and open our minds to the realms beyond without it?"\n\nThe girl with red demon eye contacts in rolls them and then flicks him on the forehead with her own chrome blue fingernail. "More importantly, how are we going to get high, dumbass? Everyone's expecting this to be a super mellow chill party, laughing at horror movies. You can't laugh at horror movies if everyone's not high, people will want to take 'em seriously."\n\n"I still think there's a lot of value in discussing the meaning of Dog Soldiers as a commentary on the military's-"\n\n"Seriously, shut up."\n\nYou can't help but snicker. Hm. That's... definitely a bit more than just alcohol they were wanting. (Apparently one guy was supplying every illicit substance to all the teenagers in town? That is interesting to know at the least.) But again, this sounds like a job for Tanya. And you know you have nothing to fear from goths... even if they scorn you, what are they going to do, curse you? ... Okay, you don't want to be cursed, but still. Besides, one of your friends is a goth... actually, she might be going to this party, come to think of it. That does give you some extra incentive to step in.\n\n<hr>\n[[Help them out.|QOKevPorn7x2]]\n\n[[Winners don't do drugs!|QOHookup]]

Setting aside all those years of DARE courses (huh, it's easier than you thought), you redirect your path over to the trio of black-clad teens. "Uh, hey, if you guys are talking about what I think you're talking about, I could probably help."\n\nAll three stare at you for a moment, then look at each other. Are they communicating psychically? Is that a thing goths can do? Is that a goth stereotype? You're not sure. The leader... you assume it's the leader, she has the most bracelets and rings... steps forward. She's actually really cute, if kind of intense looking... Egyptian-style eye makeup, black lipstick, long hair dyed solid, flat black, snug black jeans that hug things nicely, and a shirt that looks like it's repurposed from one of those Halloween "grim reaper" costumes, to judge by the wide tattered sleeves and the thin material hugging her chest.\n\n"You're Maya's friend, right? Jay or something?"\n\n"Jamie," you correct after a moment's hesitation. You could have just been 'Jay', you guess, but you are trying to be at least a little bold here.\n\n"Maya never said you were into that kind of thing," she says dubiously, red eyes narrowing just a little as she tilts her head.\n\nActually you bet Maya said you were boring... it's okay, you tell yourself, you are boring. Well, maybe not anymore. You clear your throat. "I'm not. Wasn't. I mean, usually, just... I know somebody who knows other people, so if you want, y'know... stuff... I can probably get it."\n\n"Enough for a whole party?" she asks, glancing at the other two. "Of like fifty people?"\n\n"Fifty?" You barely keep your voice from squeaking, but manage by clearing your throat. "Y-yeah, I think so. But I know I can get some?"\n\n"And that's better than none." She finally smiles, and gives a nod. "Okay, cool. That'd be really great of you, Jamie. My name's Morrigan," she says, somewhat dramatically putting a hand to her C-cups, er, chest. "Maya knows me, so once you get the stuff, you can just ask her for my cell number, just text me and we'll do the dropoff. You'll come to the party too, right?"\n\n"Yeah, sure," you murmur, just a little dazed.\n\n"Great! See you later, then!"\n\n"Yeah, later."\n\n"Pot for fifty teenagers? No problemo," Tanya says with a distracted air, apparently more focused on her Facebook post than any legal or moral ramifications of what you just asked her.\n\n"Seriously?" you ask, shifting from foot to foot where you're standing in her room, the late afternoon sun intruding from around her blinds.\n\n"Yahoo seriously. No big deal at all, Scrub." She turns towards you and grins, making a little Simpsons-esque 'oo how delightful' twiddle of her fingers. "An acquaintence of mine came into nearly the entire stock of an individual who was, shall we say, rather less cautious than he should have been."\n\n"Uh, yeah, I think I heard about that."\n\n"Everyone heard about it. It was inevitable, really," Tanya says in a tone that says she's not particularly sorry, folding one long, practically bare, and still perfectly tan leg over the other and bouncing it a bit. "Seriously, Scrub, the guy was taken in by an undercover cop who walked up to him and said 'How do you do, fellow pot dealer?' I sure hope you're gonna be smarter than that if you're turning supplier." Ignoring your stammering and sputtering at that idea, she mms and rubs her chin. "Just, what kind do you want me to get for you?"\n\n"Kind?"\n\n"Well, there's <b>Denver Sunrise</b>," Tanya says, starting to tick names off on her fingers as she says them. "Just plain stuff, kinda weak for most enthusiasts, but a buncha teenagers who can't even get their hands on it most of the time, it'll be perfectly adequate. There's <b>Pink Pizzazz</b>, good stuff, get everyone very mellow and very <i>friendly</i>." She gives you a wicked smile that makes you blush, before glancing down at her hand and continuing. "There's <b>Chartreuse Champagne</b>, stronger strain of Pink Pizzazz. And I think my buddy said he had two new strains he'd made himself... <b>Granite Ganja</b>, said it will 'get you more stoned than you've ever been', and <b>Lucifer's Leaf</b>." She quirks her eyebrows. "He said that stuff's 'infernal', and when this guy says weed is strong, it's strong. Might be a bit much for your lot to handle, Scrub..." She looks at you seriously, then grins and quirks her eyebrows. "Then again, you might wind up a hero for the rest of your school career, bringing that stuff. So, what'll it be? I'm amused enough by how this might turn out that I'll cover any costs that are incurred, no worries."\n\n<hr>\n[[Denver Sunrise.|QOHookup7x3]]\n\n[[Pink Pizzazz.|QOGothHW]]\n\n[[Chartreuse Champagne.|QOGothHW]]\n\n[[Granite Ganja.|QOGothHW]]\n\n[[Lucifer's Leaf.|QOGothHW]]

"I..." Your head swims at all this, your mind urging you to think of all of it as a prank, a joke, some weird kidnapping attempt, to call up your parents and have them chase off this crazy woman. But something about her has you convinced, and you find yourself swallowing hard before getting up and heading to your closet to haul out a duffel bag. "... What should I take?"\n\n"Couple of sets of warm clothes, anything you absolutely need like meds, whatever hygiene stuff you can grab. We'll stop and do some shopping on the way to fill out whatever you don't have but we've really gotta go." Grey stands and moves to the window. "And nothing that's got something that you can ping location with. Cellphone, laptop, tablets, all that shit has to stay behind."\n\nYou pause in shoving hoodies into the duffel with shaking hands, turning a bit to stare at her. "Wait, what? I thought you said these were werewolves, wha-" For some reason you feel immensely stupid as she pulls a smartphone of her own out of her pocket and waggles it.\n\n"Technology works just fine for us, some of us are actually really good at it. Actually, good thing I remembered." Your eyes widen as she casually snaps the device, high-impact screen protector and all, cleanly in half and dumps it in your deskside garbage can. Then she swings a leg out over the windowsill. "Finish grabbing what you need and let's go. Oh, and no note."\n\n"What?" You stare, then blink. "You mean, I can't tell my parents? ... <i>Shit</i>, my parents-!"\n\n"They'll be fine. <i>If</i> you don't leave a note," Grey replies, pointing at you, voice firm. "We do have something like a code, and part of it is that if someone makes a clean break with your old life, it has to be respected. You just walk away from everything and, werewolf or no, they can only come after you. You show you still have connections, they can go after those. So no note." She starts to duck under the window. "I'll be on the ground below, I'll catch you when you come out," she adds before dropping out of sight.\n\nStill feeling a bit in shock, you hurry down to the bathroom to grab a few things, returning and shoving them in the duffel. You heft it onto your shoulder, then pause, unable to help glancing at the pad of sticky-memos on your desk. Can you seriously just... disappear without your parents ever knowing why? Knowing that you might never be coming back, leaving them to wonder over it their entire lives? They might think you don't love them and ran away because you hated them! Besides, how would these werewolves even know that you'd left a note or hadn't?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave a note.|GGWW]]\n\n[[Just leave.|GGWW1x3]]

... No. You can't risk it. From what Grey said, these... people... are thorough. If they ever discovered you'd left a note, then you wouldn't be the only one in danger anymore. Leaving like this actually may be the only way you can protect them.\n\n"... I'm sorry," you whisper to the door of your room, feeling tears in your eyes and pain in your throat. "I love you." Then you duck down to slip over the sill of the window.\n\nYou glance down to spot Grey below, and taking a deep breath you hop forward, dropping through the air. The tall woman catches you as if you weighed less than the duffel you're carrying, setting you on your feet and grabbing your hand before hurrying towards a large, black four-door pickup parked a few houses down, its driver's-side window rolled down. Though when you clamber in, you notice that there are a few scattered little cube-ish shapes of glass in the floorboard and seat. Okay, not rolled-down. Grey starts the car, pulling it out and taking off right at the neighborhood's speed limit.\n\n"Where are we going?" you murmur, your head down.\n\n"Right now, we'll go pick up Leslie. I'll tell you more once we've been on the road for awhile." She glances over at you, then looks back ahead, jaw working a little. "I'm fucking sorry, kid. I wish it didn't have to be this way. I'll make it up to you if I ever can."\n\nYou just shake your head. Part of you appreciates the sentiment... the other part of you is angrily internally snarling that there's no way she could ever make up for dragging you into all this. But you don't want to say that so you just keep silent.\n\nSoon she pulls the truck up a bit down the street from Leslie's house, the two of you getting out and making your way casually over, until Grey beckons for you to hunker down and scuttle over to below Leslie's bedroom window. She glances inside, then says, "Okay, she's in there." She glances at the position of the moon in the early night sky and frowns. "We don't have a lot of time. You have to get in there, get her to come out, and we have to get out of town sooner rather than later." She gives the window a slight push, and you can hear the locks pop off before she slides it open, then hefts you through.\n\n"Cyan?!" Leslie blurts as you come tumbling onto her bed. She's standing there wearing just a tanktop and a pair of panties, goggling at you. "What the hell are you-?!"\n\n"Leslie, keep your voice down," you hiss, then wince a little at the look of shock on her face. You get up and walk over to her. "Look, I don't really have time to explain everything, but someone's after us and is trying to hurt us." You feel your heart break a little as her face pales and fright glitters in her eyes, so you reach up to put your hands on her upper arms. "The only way we can be safe, and keep our families safe, is to leave, right now, without telling anyone. You've gotta throw some warm clothes in a bag, and we've gotta go."\n\n"I... what? I..." You watch what must be the same look of confusion and numb shock pass over Leslie's face as passed over yours earlier. "I... we put away all my warm clothes in storage, I don't... Cyan, what...?!"\n\n"Forget the clothes, we need to go <i>right now</i>!" \n\n"Who the fuck is that?!" Leslie almost shrieks, barely keeping her voice down.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to explain.|GGWW]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|GGWW1x4]]

"I... think we're kind of together?" you answer, frowning a little. "We've been friends for a long time and I know we're kinda being cautious now, but... yeah I think she's my girlfriend."\n\n"Well. That's nice." Her wolfish grin turns into more of a smile, something almost nostalgic in her eyes. "I've had a lot of girlfriends over the years. I don't mean just flings, a lot of women that I sincerely gave my heart to. Most of them are gone now... I miss pretty much all of them." She sits there gazing off into the distance while you maintain a rather awkward silence, before she gives her shaggy head a shake. "Anyway, that's part of why I came."\n\n"Huh?"\n\n"Last night I wasn't the only werewolf in those woods," she continues, frowning now. "You were actually starting to attract some attention. If I hadn't been right nearby, some of them might have tried to jump the two of you."\n\nYou swallow, feeling another shiver of fear going down your spine. If true, you suddenly have a whole new view on the previous night's fun. "Wait, seriously? Are you saying you like... beat them back, or...?"\n\n"No. Just me being right there was enough." She flashes that grin again. "See, I'm bigger and meaner than they are." Then the grin fades again. "But that's kind of a problem too. See, me being the biggest, baddest dog on the block naturally tends to piss off some of the other wolves, especially the ones that have a lot of 'alpha male' ideas. So even though I didn't necessarily start out intending to protect you, since my presence stopped them from getting to you..."\n\n"W-wait, you're saying..." You glance nervously at the open window, then back to Grey. "You're saying that they'd try to hurt or kill me and Leslie to get back at you?"\n\n"Since they think I like you. And I'll be honest, so far I do kind of like you." Her head bobs once, then she shrugs. "Sorry kid, looks like I dragged you two into a mess."\n\n"I... so what do we do?" you say a little helplessly.\n\n"Pack a bag. We'll head out of town to a safe spot for a little while, do some planning, try to come up with a way to get them off your backs."\n\n"You want me to <i>leave town</i>?!" you squeak. "For how long?!"\n\n"As long as it takes." Grey hesitates, then tilts her head, admitting, "Look, depending on how things go, you might not ever be able to come back. But it's this or you take your chances with a pack of pissed-off werewolves who are looking forward to doing very bad things to you. I'm sorry, kid, but you've gotta make a choice."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|GGWW]]\n\n[[Go.|GGWW1x2]]

You dart forward, hands moving up to the back of Leslie's head and drawing her into the kiss. She makes a surprised noise, but her hands almost reflexively come up to rest on your chest, the shorter girl leaning up into you. You break the kiss almost immediately, looking in her eyes.\n\n"I love you," you whisper, watching her eyes widen. "You're my best friend and I've loved you for awhile now and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. And right now I need you to trust me and come with me without asking any more questions, because I love you too much to let anything bad happen to you."\n\n"I..." Leslie stares at you, her lip wobbling a little, tears gathering in her eyes. Then she gives a small, quick nod. "Okay. Okay, Cyan. ... I love you too."\n\nSmiling a little wanly at her, you reach up for one of her hands, then pull her with you as you clamber over her bed and out the window. Leslie follows after you, staring at Grey as the two of you come out, and obviously trying not to get embarrassed at leaving her house half-naked and being seen so by a stranger. You and Leslie pile into the back seat this time while Grey slams into the driver's seat, and takes off at rather more speed than when she left your house. "What's wrong, what happened?"\n\n"I spotted one of their scouts, looks like they were getting ready to move on her place soon," Grey answers grimly, yellow eyes flicking to the rearview mirror, then back to the road. "We'll get out of town fast, switch cars soon." \n\n"Cyan, <i>please</i>," Leslie begs, looking at you with almost despairing eyes. "What the hell is going on?! Who is she?!"\n\n"... Leslie, this is Grey," you say with a sigh. "And it's... a really weird story."\n\nLeslie sits there, still looking numb throughout practically all of the explanation by you and Grey. She's almost disturbingly silent as you finish, and then continue on through the night, but you decide to give her time to absorb it all and get her head right. Around ten, Grey pulls the truck off the road and cruises slowly through one of the small towns off the highway, until she finally spots what she was apparently looking for... a daycare center with a pair of vans outside. Killing the lights, she coasts into the parking lot, then murmurs, "Okay, stay right here. I'm gonna break in and find the keys real quick." Then she ducks and almost immediately disappears into the night.\n\n"... You okay?" you murmur, seeing if she'll respond now that you have a few moments of privacy.\n\nLeslie turns to look at you, then whispers back, "Cyan, let's get out of here."\n\nYou blink at that. "What?"\n\n"I want to go, I want to get away from here, right now." She puts a hand on your arm, lower lip trembling. "I don't know if I believe any of this, but if we are in danger it's her fault, she said it herself. Even if we have to run, let's run on our own."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGWW]]\n\n[[Trust Grey.|GGWW]]

Savage is one of the standard melee classes... no real surprises, just a lot of swinging, smashing, and trying to keep numbers high. Probably a good place to start for seeing what the changes are like. You select the class, and your troll's muscles bulge, her height visibly becoming greater, several more braids appearing in her hair. But there are even bigger changes in her outfit, the leather bikini bottom turning into a fur skirt... well, more of a fur flap in front and back. The top disappears entirely, her breasts becoming larger and a set of piercings with small talons at either end appearing in her dark blue nipples, white war paint in the shape of troll hands appearing across her body. Wow, guess they're taking advantage of that 18+ rating, huh?\n\nYou'd expect to go to the screen where you do stuff like pick out exactly what kind of nipple piercings you have, but are instead asked to choose traits. This must be what all the fuss is about for the new update, huh?\n\n<center>Choose your character's trait.</center>\n\n[[Massive Weapon|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character's mighty weapon is their pride and joy, and they love to get it out and use it at every opportunity... in fact, they're driven to do so in situations where it really might be better not to. (Sounds like you get a bonus with large weapons, but maybe some sort of berserk status effect in battle?)\n\n[[Blood Lust|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character becomes more and more excited the more violent combat becomes, until they may become overcome with desire and lose all better sense. (Ooo, they said "lust", tooootally adult content and not at all just a way of saying you'll get a buff the more damage you do until you hit some "Frenzy" state.)\n\n[[Combat Addict|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character is driven by the desire to fight and become more powerful. They will seek any means to become stronger and to have chances to show off their strength. No depths are too low to sink to for empowerment. (Yuh-huh. You'll probably be given a "Kick Puppy" dialog option on some dialog boxes to receive a boost.)

Curious more than anything, you make your way over to the table the minotaur has to himself, gesturing to one of the empty chairs. "This seat taken?"\n\nThe bull-headed man looks at you, one eyebrow raising, before he gives a snort through his ring-pierced nose. "Sit if y'like."\n\nEasing yourself into the chair, you appraise him a bit more from close-up as you prep your opening line. He's big, and broad, and obviously pretty much a slab of muscle beneath that sleek, shiny black hide. He's dressed primarily in red, a vest that shows off his powerful chest and some of the scars on his arms, a sash, and big baggy black pants. "So you look like a-"\n\n"Let's cut to the chase, shall we?" he interrupts, making you blink. "You're far from the first human-type girl to see me and feel her nethers moisten. But every single time, once we're in the bedchamber and clothes come off, they invariably get terrified of the actual size. The very few who are brave enough to actually try, it doesn't fit in. So I'd rather skip the tease and frustration if it's all the same to you."\n\nYou raise your eyebrows. Well, that tells you a few things. The first is, damn, how big <i>is</i> his dick? The second is, he's obviously blunt and pretty forthright, or at least he's been through this enough times to stop being polite about it. The third is, obviously you're not going to be able to dominate just anyone right off the bat... apparently the size and muscle mass difference between you is preventing that whole 'naturally see you as dominant' thing Riara mentioned, you'll probably have to work for it some. Fourth, damn, how <b>big</i> is his dick?!\n\nClearing your throat, you say wryly, "Well why don't we see if the conversation comes back that way, but mostly I was curious why a minotaur smells like the sea. Good nose," you note, tapping the side of it. "If you don't mind a little conversation rather than frustration?"\n\nHe eyes you, then snorts again. "Tell you what, conversation's fine if it comes with drinking. See if you can keep up even a little."\n\n'Perfect,' you think. Hopefully your succubus constitution can help deal with the alcohol, and maybe getting him a bit drunk will lower his willpower. "They do shots here?" you ask, glancing over at the bar.\n\nThe minotaur blinks, then lets out a booming laugh... more than anything, you think, because he expects you'll be on the floor long before he gets buzzed doing shots. But he nevertheless orders a tray of them, then introduces himself as Makan the Red. As the two of you down drinks, he tells you a bit about himself... apparently he's been an adventurer for going on twenty years now, and has done a bit of everything. Mercenary work, soldiering, monster hunting, and several rather less lawful pursuits as well. Of course he opens up about those a bit as he goes on, until he admits that yes, lately he's turned pirate after being willed the ship <i>Dread Horns</i> by a former adventuring partner.\n\n"S'lucky it's a big ship," he declares with a laugh as he downs another shot. "Plenty big, even for a fella like me! Ah, it's a lovely kind of freedom though, even more than wanderin' the land."\n\n"Sounds fun," you agree, making sure to add just a bit of slur to your own words as you lean forward on the table, grinning at him and downing another shot as well. You do feel fairly buzzed, but you're still able to think and act clearly through it. 'Thanks again, Gramma.'\n\n"Maybe you could keep up on the ship," he says thoughtfully. "Seems like y'could, Cyan, y'kept up with my liquor. Hell..." He leans forward, actually leering now, though earlier he was far too polite. "Maybe you could even keep up in bed. ... Ah, but you couldn't take it," he says with a long, lamenting sigh as he leans back, though he doesn't sound entirely convinced anymore.\n\nThat's what you've been waiting for. You smirk wider, saying simply, "Wanna bet?"\n\nHe blinks slowly, focusing on you, then frowning just a little. Then slowly he smirks. "Actually, yeah. Yeah, I wanna bet."\n\nThat makes you blink, sitting up a little. You hadn't intended him to take the phrase quite that literally. But apparently bringing things back to the subject has made him feel like teaching you a lesson... and succeeded in intriguing you. "What kind of bet you got in mind?" you ask.\n\n"If you can take me all the way... right up to the balls... I'll give you the <i>Dread Horns</i>," he declares, before laughing briefly in a way that shows he thinks that's utterly impossible. "Hell, I'll be your first mate as long as you wanna keep it!" Then he leans forward, smirking as he rumbles, "But if you can't... then you're my slave. You'll do whatever work on the ship I want during the day, and during the night you'll be using those tits and that smug arrogant mouth of yours 'til the witching hour."\n\nYou stare at him, turning the bet over in your mind. Of course you're almost certain you could take anything now... you are practically a succubus after all. And having your own pirate ship would definitely be a grand start to your adventure, not to mention a loyal, practically enslaved minotaur first mate. Then you realize there could be benefits to throwing the match too... you could still get your hooks into him that way, but you could let him continue to be captain while you <i>pretended</i> to just be his kept woman, lessening any problems the crew might have.\n\nThen, maybe it's just the booze, but a third option pops into your head... one that finds you grinning. It could be the best of both worlds! Of course you're not entirely sure he'd go for it, but if he did...\n\n<hr>\n[[Take his cock.|GGSD]]\n\n[[Throw the bet.|GGSD]]\n\n[[Third option.|GGSD2x2]]

As you consider, you absently rummage in one of your coat pockets... then blink as something comes to hand. The instant it does, the knowledge of what it does fills your mind... 'Thanks, Gramma,' you think again as you smirk, pulling the short, wide jar out of your pocket and setting it on the table.\n\n"Wassat?" the drunk minotaur across from you asks, narrowing his eyes at it.\n\n"Magical lube. It'll let pretty much anything fit pretty much anywhere," you answer with a snicker, unable to help laughing a bit as his head jerks up. "So yeah, with that I could definitely win."\n\n"S'not fair!" Makan grunts, shaking his head.\n\n"Nah, it wouldn't be, so I propose a different bet." You lean forward, grinning wolfishly at him. "Y'keep saying my mouth's the arrogant one, but all I'm hearing out of you is 'my dick's huge' this and 'my cock's immense' that. So y'know..." You lean forward, lowering your voice to a whisper, "How d'ya know you've got the biggest prick at this table?"\n\nHe blinks in confusion repeatedly, looking you up and down, eyes just a bit glazed with alcohol. "... Not in those shorts," is what he comes up with finally, though he sounds just uncertain enough for you to press it.\n\n"Looks can be deceiving. There's bags of holding, you don't think there's shorts of holding?" Snickering, you give the jar a small spin with your fingertips. "So I'll tell you what. We go upstairs. We whip 'em out and measure 'em. Whoever's bigger gets to lube up with this stuff and fuck the other one as good and hard as they want, and then set the terms of the win as whatever they want."\n\nMakan stares at the jar, then you, then the jar again. You can practically hear him turning it over in his head. Not once in the time you've been talking have you gotten the sense he was interested in men at all, so certainly it might seem daunting to consider that he'd lose and wind up with a dick even bigger than his own in his ass. But then he clearly doesn't quite believe you've really got one... and with the bet you're offering, he'd not only get to make you his slave, but he'd get to <i>actually</i> fuck you. So you're not too surprised when he finally grunts, "You're crazy, but fine, let's go." He picks up the jar and stands from the table, wobbling just a little before getting a firm stance on his hooves and turning to make his way upstairs, with you following along eagerly. \n\nWhen he gets upstairs to his extra-large room, he sets down the jar beside the bed and then, without fanfare, strips. Since he's not wearing much it doesn't take long, and soon he's easing down on the side of the bed, showing off a truly massive black cock that looks more equine than bovine. He strokes along the shaft, a thick bulge a bit past the halfway point of it, and then that sliding into what looks like a sheathe at the base of it above his balls, each one looking like it would more than fill one of your hands. You have to admit, you can see why most girls probably screamed and ran at the sight of it... it would easily nudge up between your tits if you were straddling his lap. And apparently he's not quite all the way hard as he begins stroking it, urging it just a bit thicker and harder, gaining several inches over the next minute or so, especially as you discard your coat, boots, and then your top, baring your perky, full brown tits to him.\n\n"Well?" he asks smugly, smirking at you.\n\nYou undo your belt and drop it, reaching for your shorts. You're certain you can use the shapeshifting Riara gifted you with to give yourself an even bigger cock as you pull them down. But... part of your mind can't help but think you'd rather lose. Sure, it would mean he'd probably turn you into his personal pet an cocksleeve for the rest of your life... but fuuuuck look at it!\n\n<hr>\n[[Win the bet.|GGSD2x3]]\n\n[[Throw the bet with a smaller cock.|GGSD]]\n\n[[Throw the bet with no cock at all.|GGSD]]

Nah, you've got this planned out, can't get distracted by the thought of a huge cock now... well, other than the one you're about to grow. You make sure to grin confidently even as you reach for the shorts, concentrating an image in your mind. As you pull the shorts down in front, you push as much of the innate magic you've been able to feel for awhile now into that image... and a truly immense humanlike cock seems to come spilling out of your shorts when you push them down. You're actually a little light-headed just from the sensations of suddenly having such a thick pulsing and throbbing (and maybe drawing a bit of extra blood that you didn't account for), but the absolutely shocked look on Makan's face helps make up for any of that. You wiggle the shorts further down, adding a set of huge, hanging hairless balls to match as you get them down and finally kick them off, straightening up with the massive pillar of flesh jutting out in front of you.\n\n"It's... it's not possible," Makan whispers, his wide eyes fixed on you.\n\nYou smirk more as you approach him, putting a hand on his shoulder and shoving, sending him toppling backwards. You doubt you're actually stronger than him... more like you could have done that by tapping him with a peacock pinion at this point. He continues to stare at you as you clamber up astride him, pressing your cock down against his, balls rubbing against his sack. It feels... absolutely amazing, not only having a cock for the first time, but such a big one, and not only feeling another big, hot dick pressing against it, but the rush of power and smugness that comes from seeing that it's clearly bigger than the minotaur's. That fuels your dominating presence as you grind down against him, cooing, "Looks like I've got at least three inches on you. I win." You give a light thrust of your hips, bumping your balls up against his firmly as if to make sure he understands.\n\n"But... but..." Makan's breathing hard now, looking from your face down to where your cock is pressing down on his as if having pinned it. He shudders some as you get up to stand by the bed again, slowly sitting up. "... Yeah, okay," he murmurs finally, shoulders slumping.\n\n"Good. Now get down on all fours on the floor, like a good bitch," you order, pointing at the rug beside the bed for emphasis.\n\nHe hesitates, but between the alcohol, and you so aptly demonstrating that you're literally the biggest cock in the room, your Dominating Presence takes hold and prevents him from arguing. He shifts down onto the floor and leans forward onto all fours, his large, muscular black ass turned towards you, nubbed-off tail even lifting slightly. You lean forward and grab his ass, squeezing it... 'Damn, you could literally crack a walnut on this,' you think as you nevertheless do your best to knead his buttocks, watching the big beastman squirm some in reaction. Spreading his ass, you reveal his thick, powerful black pucker, and with a smirk lean forward and spit audibly against it, moving your thumb to rub your saliva into the muscular ring as he twitches some. It's not until you've urged a few flexes out of the powerful donut that you straighten up and grab the jar from the bedside table, scooping out a handful of the greasy stuff and starting to slop it all over your own massive, throbbing hardon.\n\n"Mmmm, gonna enjoy stuffing every last inch of this in you," you murmur, eyes glittering as the massive, muscular minotaur shudders again, his cock giving the very slightest sway beneath him from the motion. You take your time lubing up, letting him wait, letting him dread and anticipate, before finally pressing the head up against that pucker. Despite his virginal tightness, and the sheer size of the thick prick you're stuffing into him, the magic lube sees it sinking into him smooth and easy, Makan letting out a loud gasp and then grunting as you keep pushing more and more into him. "Yeah, bet you've done this to plenty of big bitches like minotaur cows and giants, huh? Thought you were gonna get to do it to me, too... yeah I just bet you'd have stuffed it in my ass and fucked me until your cum spouted out my mouth, wouldn't you?" you say with a sneer, delivering a firm slap to one of his asscheeks and making him grunt again, his cock twitching beneath him. \n\nSoon you reach forward, grabbing hold of his broad, muscular waist with both your hands as you start pumping your hips, your balls slapping against his as you start really fucking the big bullman's ass. You lean forward over him, making sure to moan and coo loudly as you pump into him, soon feeling his tight, muscular passage starting to squeeze around you reflexively. "For a straight guy your ass-pussy sure loves my fat cock, bitch," you whisper mock-lovingly to him, hearing him groan in that deep, masculine voice in response, sensing more than anything his cock giving a hard twitch and dripping some pre onto the rug.\n\nYou take your time about it, alternating between slow, steady, smooth thrusts and quick, sharp ones that make your balls slap against his, reminding him that yours are bigger. You stroke your hands up his back and over his ass, occasionally giving it another slap, never once letting him forget that he's not just getting fucked in the ass, but that you're making him your bitch. Finally you lean forward hard enough to grab one of his horns, yanking back on it as you begin pounding him as hard as you can, your own tits bouncing and jiggling to the sound of your balls slapping against him. "Say it! Say it!"\n\nThere's only the briefest resistance before he bellows out, in that deep, warrior's voice, "I'm your bitch! I'm your bitch and my ass-pussy loves your big fat cock!" \n\nLetting out a long, sweet moan, you thrust forward and start emptying your balls deep inside him, the intensity of your first cockgasm and with such a big one making you light-headed... but not light-headed enough to miss the deep, booming bellow from Makan as his cock spurts and sprays long, thick splashes of cum all over the floor, his ass squeezing tight around you.\n\nThings are a bit blurry after that, but when you wake up you're splayed on your back on the bed, your immense, limp cock flopped up across your belly and between your tits. You sit up and rub at your face as the door opens, Makan (dressed once again) stepping in and carrying a tray over towards you. "I, ah... brought you breakfast," he murmurs, setting it down. Something about his voice makes you look at him a bit closer. Is he... smaller? It's very subtle, but it does look like he's just the tiniest bit shorter and more slender. There's also the faintest softening of his features, lending him a faintly more human aspect. It probably wouldn't be noticeable, except that Riara did mention that you might change the people you dominated. As you're considering it, he continues, "So... did you decide what, ah... what the terms are, now that you've won?"\n\nOf course, you'd already figured that out last night.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're his first mate now.|GGSD]]\n\n[[He's selling the ship to become your companion.|GGSD]]

"You underestimate my <i>power</i>!" you roar, reaching for the rectangle of paper plastered against your forearm. 'Wait, no, that was not a good thing to say before trying this!' part of you tries to interject, but any second thoughts are too late as you grab an edge of the ofuda with two fingers and yank hard.\n\nYou yowl in pain as energy crackles from the spiritual seal and races through every part of your body, making you arch and twitch, muscles spasming out of control. Your sudden output of force has caused the positively-aligned charge of the ofuda to go into feedback with your negative youma nature, and essentially for a few seconds turned your own power back on you. Once the arcs of purple and red lightning have dissipated, you waver for a moment, your body smoking, before you collapse backwards and thud heavily to the floor, twitching and unable to move.\n\n"Ofuda Storm!" the Senshi calls, in what you're pretty sure is not a canon attack and who let her do that anyway?! Either way she swings her arms outward, a flurry of papers emerging from somewhere between her hands and flinging towards you, plastering themselves to your body, overlapping with each other as more and more of them fit into place all over you, dragging your arms over your chest and fastening them there, and pinning your legs together. By the time the Senshi lowers her hands and stops her attacks, your entire body has effectively been covered, save for a clear spot over your eyes and your golden fringe, leaving you looking like quite the stereotypical Egyptian mummy indeed.\n\n"Ha! Serves you right, taking over my new friend's body like that and trying to attack me!" Rei huffs, moving to stand in front of your shoulders and glower down at you imperiously, apparently not caring that she's giving you a direct view up her skirt, and at the slight wet spot and camel toe that's developed on the crotch of her costume. She braces one fist on her hip and points down at you with the other. "I may not be able to banish you right away, but I bet I can do it eventually! Maybe by then I can even figure out a way to recover Eric or-"\n\nShe blinks, as if sensing that something had moved behind her. She turns and stares as she finds that apparently your eyes weren't the only things left uncovered. Your cock and balls are jutting through a gap in the ofuda, the ink-black pillar having slowly risen up to full stiffness and attention, wobbling slightly in the air. Well, part of your mind is a teenage boy and she was giving you quite a view, after all. "Ah... well, I guess I ran out of ofuda. That's fine, you... can't really do anything with that, and probably ninety-nine percent of your lust aura is completely sealed, so... ah..." Rei seems to lose her train of thought as your prick wobbles a bit in the air again, a drop of precum welling up at the tip of it.\n\n"... I mean, actually, may as well not waste it while I've got you here," she murmurs, moving over to lean down, now giving you a decent view of her panty-clad ass as she bends down to begin stroking at your deep black prick with her white-gloved hands. You can do nothing but give a very muffled 'mmf!' and wriggle a bit, the ofuda having bound your muzzle tightly closed and cinched your body into place so tightly that you can barely even wiggle. She glances towards your face at the noise, and you could swear you see a wicked flash in them as she continues to stroke her hands up and down the thick black pole, milking more pre out of it. "Since you are kinda otherwise completely contained and helpless," she adds, all but smirking as she leans in and flicks her tongue over the tip of your cockhead, making you groan lowly against the paper sealing your mouth closed.\n\nSoon though she steps forward, positioning her feet on either side of your ofuda-wrapped waist, ass jutted towards you even more directly as she uses one hand to pull aside the crotch of her leotard and bare her sopping wet pink, her other hand aiming your exposed prick. Then she slowly sinks herself down onto it, moaning loudly as you spread her open wide, her hot, wet cunt feeling like it's conforming to every tiniest part of you. You wriggle again, yearning to be able to reach out, grab her by the waist, yank her down on you, fuck her until she can't remember her own name. But she continues her slow, slow descent, even giggling amidst her own gasps and moans at your frustrated and muffled groans. Finally she settles down entirely on you, her clit pressing against the full swell of your balls where they're pushed upward and together by the ofuda beneath them. Resting her gloved hands on your bound-together legs, Rei begins working her hips, using her legs to work her pussy up and down over you, the Senshi moaning full-throated as she uses you as a dildo.\n\n"Ohhhh fuck, it's so big and thick and hot," she groans, shaking her ass at you, the pleated skirt and ribbon above it wiggling as if to help draw your attention... not that you could really look anywhere else. "This is better than aaaany toy I've ever had, holy shit!" she continues, making it clear she's talking more to herself than to you, as if she'd already begun to think of you as little more than the red and gold phallus hidden in her panty drawer. \n\nShe continues to work herself over you, speeding up to pound herself on your prick or slowing down into long, slow strokes where she rolls her hips to work your throbbing shaft against her inner walls, moaning and cooing about how good it feels the entire time. And indeed you can repeatedly feel her cunt squeezing and fluttering around you as she works herself to orgasm after orgasm. It's not that long before you too can feel the pressure building in your balls, welling up in your crotch, the pressure growing and growing as you approach release... and then stopping right before the brink of it, holding you eternally at the edge of spilling inside of her. You moan and writhe in frustration, your protests turned into little more than a muffled grunt and some futile wiggling as she continues to ride your prick for over an hour with you always right on the verge of cumming.\n\nFinally, the Senshi straightens her legs, rising up and letting your cock drop out of her, your stiff pole now coated liberally in a layer of girlcum and wobbling in the air, trembling with the desire to orgasm yourself. Rei steps away a bit, gazing at you, then down at herself... before smirking. "Oh, I guess that might be a side effect of locking down a youma's energy, huh? You can't cum, can you? Like... at all. Well.... that's what you get!" she adds in a satisfied tone and saunters away, giving you one last glimpse of her dripping, well-fucked pussy still bared by the pulled-aside cloth before she disappears from your field of view.\n\nYou groan muffledly, closing your eyes, feeling your shuddering cock gradually back down from the point of orgasm, but your balls start to ache all the more as the built-up cum you'd almost gotten to release sloshes in them. This... is sort of the exact opposite of how things were meant to turn out!\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GLSenshi15xEnd]]

<img src=https://i.imgur.com/n0myAql.jpg>\n\nWhy would you bother building a large sci-fi fuckpad without including a hot tub? The hot tub area also doubles as an observation port, featuring broad windows gazing out at the gas giant's cloudscape, and seating allowing the enjoyment of said cloudscape, no doubt while gynoids (or an assigned slave) bring you drinks. In the center of the area is a circular hot tub, the outer area functioning as a seating bench with a deeper area in the middle, obviously for sitting and letting a hot, wet slave bounce on your lap, or for bending said slave over the bench area and pumping them from behind. Of course all temperature controls, lighting controls, and even scent and viscosity of the water are yours to control with the press of a button or the call of a word.\n\n<hr>\n[[Bathroom.|Capture-HabBR]]

Between being stuck in a pendant for years and being a scrawny kid without much muscle, you're itching to really flex this massive, powerful body you now have. Smiling wolfishly with anticipation, you rush toward her. Between already being off-kilter and her lustful reaction to seeing your massive, muscular body bearing down on her, Rei hesitates, and you easily drop your shoulder and knock her backwards, slamming her into the wall next to the door and knocking her half through it, plaster and drywall cracking and dropping.\n\nYou follow up by darting a hand in to grab for her, but apparently having the wind knocked out of her actually focused her mind a bit, and she darts forward and below your grab, slapping a hand upward as she goes. You snarl in annoyance as a strange numb stinging suffuses your entire right arm and it drops limply to hang at your side, doing little more than twitching when you try to move it as you wheel to face the Senshi. Dammit, she managed to slap that ofuda on you after all! Luckily you're charged up enough by having your souls in sync and being fresh off a several year rest that it hasn't spread beyond the one limb, but you're now at a bit of a disadvantage.\n\n<hr>\n[[Power through and yank the ofuda off.|HLSenshi15x2]]\n\n[[Fight her one-armed.|HLSenshi21x1]]

"Here, you go stand in the circle, I'll stand out here with the book," you answer as you find a good spot on the table to set the phone down, noting where you can stand that both of you will be in the shot.\n\n"Got it! I'm totally gonna act the hell out of this!" Leslie chirps as she steps into the circle, moving to the center of it and practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.\n\nYou move over to where you noted earlier, flipping through the book to what looks like the 'demon possession' page from the movie, then clear your throat, preparing to try your best at the alphabet salad in front of you. "Fa'na cdibet lihdc dryd rekrmekrd runnun sujea dnubac yht drah meja ib du dras! Ryja y tasuh buccacc so vneaht cu cra lyh nyba so ycc ihdem E's y pnugah cramm, E ypcumidamo tacanja ed!"\n\nLeslie flings her hands out and starts to make a ridiculous face, obviously about to do a lot of exaggerated flailing, when her eyes suddenly go wide and her hands fly to her stomach. She lets out a scream like you've never heard before, your phone and the book falling from limp hands as you stand and stare, too shocked to react to the sudden overwhelming concern and fear you feel as you watch her stagger a step, bending forward as her body trembles and twitches. Your terror only grows as you watch her muscles ripple and move under her skin as if of their own accord, her continued screaming showing it as several of her teeth lengthen and sharpen.\n\nAs her body continues to grow, gaining more lean muscle, her clothes stretch tight, baring more of her skin as it turns a light purple color. Her breasts swell, threatening to tear it open in front as they become full and heavy. Though you're vastly more concerned with the shiny, deep black claws her fingernails and toenails are turning into, the long spade-tipped tail growing out from the base of her spine, or the curved, smooth black horns pushing out from the sides of her head as her hair turns bright pink. Of course you also can't help but stare as the crotch of her shorts bulges, her hips jutting forward as a long, thick cock practically bursts forth from the popped button and zipper, spraying a thick spatter of cum across the floor.\n\nAnd then all of a sudden Leslie's standing there, looking as normal as ever, calmly buttoning up her shorts. "So, how was my performance?" she asks cheerfully as you stare at her. She blinks a few times, then snorts, grinning as you just stand there staring at her. "What, it wasn't that good, was it?"\n\n"I... you..." you stammer, legs trembling.\n\n"What?" She blinks again, starting to look concerned. "Cyan, what's wrong?"\n\n'I saw you turn into a demon,' you almost say, but the words catch in your throat. Isn't that a completely ridiculous phrase? People don't turn into demons. Besides she's standing right there, tan and blonde as ever, with not a cock in sight. ... Really, a dickgirl demon? Your brain urges you to laugh at the very idea. What you saw couldn't have been real. You stare around the basement, all the flickering candlelight, mind trying to come to grips with what you think you saw and what you've always thought was possible.\n\nLeslie continues to frown at you in a concerned manner. "You look paler than useful. I'm starting to worry there's a gas leak or mold or something down here, we should go back upstairs."\n\n<hr>\n[["... Yeah, let's go."|GGHH]]\n\n[[You know what you saw!|GGHH10x2]]

You try to think through your options clearly, but wind up dwelling on the thought of never seeing Leslie again. Or the thought of having to tell her mother that Leslie's not coming back. Your throat tightens and you fight against tears, until finally you slump your shoulders and hang your head.\n\n"... Look, okay. I'll let you out if you promise to keep acting like Leslie."\n\n"Really?" The demoness perks up, almost instantly resuming Leslie's proper appearance. "Done deal, let me out! All you've got to do is say that I can come out or whatever!"\n\nYou open your mouth, then frown at her for a moment before saying instead, "Wait, how do I know you'll actually do it?"\n\nShe puffs out an exasperated sigh, folding her arms. "Look, demons are bound by promises they make to humans. In this case since it's more of a minor favor being exchanged, there's no contract, no flare of power, but it's still binding. I'll have to act like your friend Leslie, within certain tolerances. You do have to give me some allowances for being a demon, after all," she adds, spreading her hands a little as she shrugs. \n\n"... Fine," you say with your own sigh, since that seems to be the closest you're going to get. "Then you can come out."\n\nThe demoness... Leslie, you guess, or at least you might as well think of her for the rest of your life... steps past the circle, grinning brightly and chirping a "Thanks, Cyan."\n\nYou just stare at her for a moment, then turn towards the stairs, murmuring, "I guess let's go back u-" Only to be interrupted as Leslie's arms wrap around your middle. You yelp as she tosses you over towards a nearby musty old couch, winding up thumped across one of the cushions with your knees on the floor. Before you can raise up, Leslie's behind you pushing down against your back with one hand and pinning you, while the other grabs the waistband of your jeans and yanks them and your panties down over your ass, making you yelp. "Hey! You said-!"\n\n"I told you I'd act like Leslie within certain parameters, and I will," she coos, undoing the front of her shorts with one hand and fishing out a thick length of lightly-tanned cock, slapping it lightly against your ass a few times. "But hey, who's to say that Leslie, if she had a big fat cock and demonic strength, wouldn't occasionally rape her good friend Cyan? Don't worry, you'll love every second of it," she adds, practically purring now as she rubs her tip up and down between your pussylips.\n\nThe worst thing is you think she might be right. Because for some reason from the moment she pinned you down your body started to react, your nipples stiffening against your shirt and the couch cushion, your pussy getting wet even as your pants were yanked down. You have to think it's some sort of... demon aura she has, because you find yourself moaning softly as she teases at your entrance. "Wait, no-" you try to protest, only to cry out and almost instantly cum as she thrusts into you, the demon wearing your friend's form taking your virginity.\n\n"Yeah, that's right, squeeze down on that cock, baby," Leslie coos, gripping your waist and starting to pound away at you, your pussy soon wet enough that every thrust of her prick sends a small rain of juices down into the crotch of your panties where they're bunched around your hips. "You're gonna enjoy being my rapetoy from now on, and you've got a whole lifetime of it to look forward to," she adds, giving a particularly hard thrust and making you yowl as you orgasm again.\n\nLeslie pounds away at you for what seems like an hour, occasionally drawing back a hand and delivering a good slap to your ass as you writhe, pant, and moan, cumming over and over again from being violated. At some point she pulls off her tanktop and tosses it on the couch, perky tits bared and jiggling slightly with her movements. Her hands run up your back, stroking it and pushing your shirt up to bare your own bigger breasts, squeezing down on them and making you shudder and cum again each time she tweaks or tugs your nipples.\n\nEventually she gives a low moan and thrusts forward, her cock twitching and jerking inside of you. Her load feels hot and thick, like you can actually feel it spreading inside you, and you climax so hard from the sensation that your eyes roll up in your head as you shudder on the couch. After a few minutes, Leslie pulls her cock out, leaving her cum to drip down into your panties and the insides of your jeans.\n\n"Fwaaah, that was fun!" Leslie chirps, as if the two of you had just played a decent board game. She grins and gives your slightly pinked ass a squeeze with one hand. "Hm, what do you say, Cyan... you think going up and having a nice little foursome with the boys upstairs is also something Leslie might do...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No way.|GGHH10x4]]\n\n[[... Yes.|GGHH]]

You open your mouth, about to agree automatically, when a bit of candlelight falls just so that you can see some of the burst seams at the sides of Leslie's shorts and the way her tanktop is hanging loose on her. You quickly snap your mouth closed, staring at her... then scowl.\n\n"No."\n\n"Cyan, what's wr-"\n\n"I saw it, I saw you change," you snap back, stabbing a finger towards her and taking several quick steps back. "Now you're... you're trying to get me to let you out of that circle, that's what it is, isn't it? If you weren't some demon in my friend's body, you'd have just walked over here or started to leave yourself, but you can't, can you?"\n\nLeslie just looks at you as if shocked for a moment... before the expression falls away, leaving a bland, neutral look. "Worth a shot." She shrugs, body quickly swelling back out to its slightly taller, more muscular form, breasts expanding to pull her tanktop taut and bare some of her purple six pack, the front of her shorts bulging but this time staying intact. She flicks her tail back and forth a few times, the candlelight gleaming off of her horns as she steps forward and rests a hand against some invisible barrier. "Let me out, Cyan."\n\nYou can't help but give a bitter bark of laughter, even as your mind begs to retreat from the sight in front of you. "Why the <i>fuck</i> would I do that?!"\n\n"It can be a very lucrative thing. For both of us!" the demoness replies easily, giving you a winning smile. "I'll be honest, I'm a pretty new demon, so I can't exactly grant wishes for unlimited wealth and power and things like that... but I can do a lot." She traces a finger down the unseen barrier almost seductively, leaning forward and dropping her voice to a sensual murmur. "Do you want [[pleasure|GGHH]]? I could give you pleasure unlike you've ever dreamed, every night for the rest of your life... or forever, for that matter. Or perhaps [[influence|GGHH18x1]]? I could make it so that your charisma could overcome anyone's defenses. Or how about... [[magic|GGHH]]?" Her glowing red, black-scleraed eyes glitter as you visibly give a little start at that. "That's right. I could teach you to do magic. The real thing."\n\n"And let me guess, all it would cost me is my soul," you answer, a little bitterly, even if part of you is a little tempted already.\n\n"Not while you're still using it!" the demoness protests in a cheerful tone. "Well, maybe just a little at the start, sort of a down payment. But not enough that you'd really notice." Then she sighs, straightening up. "Well, I suppose there are a few lesser things I could do without actually charging you, just in return for being let out. Like [[promise to leave and not come back for 1000 years|GGHH]] so you wouldn't have to worry about what I'd do if released on the mortal world. Or," she says with another little smirk. "I could [[pretend to be your friend Leslie|GGHH10x3]] for the next, oh, seventy years or so. Spare you and her family and everyone else the pain of losing her. They'd never know! You might forget eventually yourself!"\n\nYou swallow. "What do you mean 'pretend'? Can't you just give Leslie back...?"\n\nThe demon's face and voice both noticeably cool. "She's gone. She's never coming back. That's just how it is. I can act the part because I have all of her memories, but your friend doesn't exist anymore."\n\nYou grit your teeth, feeling anger flare at that. "Then maybe I'll just... [[leave you here|GGHH]]! Or [[find someone to help|GGHH]]! If... if I can't get Leslie back, then I'll have to [[get rid of you|GGHH23x1]]!" Your fire dampens a little as you realize you don't have the first clue where to begin doing any of those. "... Or something."\n\nShe snorts. "As if you could. So what's it going to be, Cyan? Accept a deal, or struggle in vain?"

You apparently have nothing better to do. You're supposed to be pondering your future, so you sit back and ponder it (and your very strange immediate past) while Jakson drives.\n\nIt's late in the afternoon when he pulls the cart up in front of what you figure has to be an honest-to-God Hobbit hole, considering the big round door in the side of a grassy hill surrounded by a picket fence and a garden. As you're helping Jakson get the wine barrel down, the door opens and a large black dog with a short muzzle and heavy jowls trots out. A man who's probably a fair bit smaller than the dog follows soon after, clad in obviously fine clothes and a fair bit of jewelry. Still, he looks fairly young and not altogether bad-looking, and grins as he pats the dog on the side.\n\n"Ah, my favorite sort of people! The ones who bring me wine!" He gives a laugh, moving to open the gate.\n\n"Hello, Mr. Badgerback," Jakson greets as the two of you carry the wine up the front walk, both of you having to duck to go through the doorway.\n\n"Hello, Jakson," the halfling answers. "And who's this lovely young lady with you?"\n\n"Cyan is another foundling from the monastery, she's helping me with deliveries today," your companion answers as you set the barrel down in front of what's probably the larder, if you had to guess.\n\n"Cyan, pleasure to meet you, Bellweather Badgerback at your service," he says with a bow.\n\n"Likewise," you answer easily enough, trying not to stare at the neat and scaled-down little almost-mansion around you.\n\n"Jakson, if you'd be a good lad, could you go out and have a look at my lamppost while I put together your money?" Bellweather asks. "I'm afraid the thing will come down in the next strong wind, and I've not the, ah, leverage you do."\n\n"Sure, Mr. Badgerback." Jakson trots on out the front door, while the short, curly-haired man moves into one of the other rooms, opening a chest and drawing out a small bag. He trots back, eyeing you with a grin.\n\n"Now, my dear, while he's out, I thought I might invite you to a meal tonight," he says quietly, glancing towards the door. "Something tells me you're not much the sort to enjoy a bit of oats and some milk followed by chanting or whatever you do at that monastery. Fang here and I'd enjoy the company, we would," he adds, tilting his head towards the remarkably docile dog, who gives a low 'boof' as if of agreement.\n\nAn authentic Hobbi-, er, Halfling meal? Dang, now that might be hard to pass up.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GGMonk1x5]]\n\n[[Decline.|GGMonk]]

The Suggestibility Field is a more subtle trap than most. It causes small, gradual changes in the brainwaves of the subjects. It can't really alter or create thoughts... but as the name suggests, instead makes the subjects more suggestible to having certain thoughts, or more likely to accept suggestions from outside sources. The entire Labyrinth is set up to emit the field, obviously, so all you have to do is keep the Titans busy and inside it, and then provide opportunities for your suggestions to work.\n\nLet's see, you have some preset modes. There's one for [[Anger, Resentment, and Mild Paranoia|TTTM]]... if you wanted to get the Titans at each other's throats and not cooperating, that would be the one to use. It's also the one almost guaranteed to work, your research has shown they're already prone to arguing and storming off from each other, even in the midst of missions.\n\nThere's [[Happy, Mellow, and Slightly Numb|TTTM]], that's a good one too. Basically turn them all into a bunch of giggly, stoned idiots. Heck, you kind of just want to see what that does to Raven.\n\nOn the simpler end of the spectrum, there's direct emotions like [[Horny|TTTM]], [[Tired|TTTM]], or [[Compliant|TTTM]]. And while it's not necessarily an emotion, there's also [[Blank|TTTM]], a setting that gradually reduces thought patterns until they're practically nonexistent.

Savannah, huh? So basically lions and zebras and maybe an elephant or two? Sounds like fun! You traipse of down the path with the African-styled arrow pointing at it, the cobblestones bearing a zebra stripe pattern. Of course fairly soon the entire place has a "theme park Africa" feel to it, but you figure it's sort of excusable considering that you're in a theme park and this is the African section.\n\nYou're actually sort of surprised by how large Animalland seems to be. You've been to smaller full-fledged zoos, and just "Silly Savannah" alone seems to be pretty expansive. Spotting a map kiosk, you head over to it, deciding you probably need to pick a starting point lest you spend the entire day just wandering around in half-assed circles.\n\nLet's see. It looks like there's a <b>[[Lion Enclosure|ALSav]]</b>, the little note boasting that they have a full pride. Seems like something to be proud of, heh. ... Man you really should have invited someone on this vacation with you so they could appreciate stuff like that. Eh, maybe next year. Anyway, there's also an <b>[[Artificial Savannah|ALSav]]</b> that says it houses multiple large herbivores like rhinos and elephants. There's a <b>[[Cheetah Pen|ALSav]]</b> for speedy spotties... see, all of this wit is just going to <i>waste</i>!\n\nOn the non-animal front, it looks like there's also an exhibition of <b>[[African Artifacts|ALSav]]</b>, so you could claim that you were responsible and learned something on your little self-guided vacation. You can spot a nearby <b>[[Photo Booth|ALSav1x2]]</b>, and remember that you did promise to get your parents some pictures while you were on this vacation. And of course there's the local theme food shacks, the <b>[[Africantina|ALSav]]</b>, which seems vaguely in poor taste to you though you're not sure you can give a specific reason why. But hey, you've got free drinks coming, free makes everything better.

You decide to get some of the souvenir photo-taking out of the way first, and head over to the photo booth, brushing aside the cloth drape that serves as a door. The inside is done in the same semi-tacky style as the rest of this section of Animalland, plastic wood carved poles wound with plastic straw to make an "African-style" bench, a draping behind that to show the tribal art of the savannah... though it's also got a fake (but surprisingly well-done) zebra head sticking out, presumably so that people could sit on either side of it and make funny faces reacting to the zebra. (Sure would put a crimp in any smooching pics, though. Maybe that was some killjoy's point.)\n\nWell, it's not like you have anyone to smooch with, anyway. So you settle down on the bench to one side of the zebra head and lean forward to check out the screen. It looks like there are various options, but the two most obvious are that you can either take pictures, or take a video. The pictures option actually gives you until someone else wants the booth to snap pictures every few seconds, then pick out which ones you want to print out or put on a disk or whatever. The video option allows you to sign into a youtube account and have it automatically upload the video at the end of a certain amount of time (or once you press the "Done" button). \n\nSo really it's just a question of which to get...\n\n<hr>\n[[Pictures.|ALSav]]\n\n[[Video|ALSav]]

Nah, definitely better not to let anyone immediately know you're there. You turn your steed away from the curling ribbon of road and instead set out further along the scintillating wall of shining energy, eyeing it for any lessened places from a distance.\n\nEventually you spot a possible entry... not just because the aurora seems less intense there, but that it already has some people that look like they're edging through. A handful of demons and more mortal-appearing sorts... probably Petitioners, human souls from other realms that have managed to make it through less challenging bits of the umbral to get here. Still, it looks like the spot they're using works, and is wide enough that you wouldn't exactly have to queue up with them.\n\nYou nudge your steed forward towards the weak area, wincing a little as it passes over your skin, feeling like a waterfall of electrically-charged glitter hitting you from all sides. But then you're through, you and the clump of others nearby, likely all about to disperse.\n\nSuddenly there's a high whistling noise, and your hellhorse shrieks as golden arrow shafts suddenly sprout from its ribs. You're sent flying as it topples under you, shocked both by the psychic feedback of your steed's pain and impending demise as the blessed arrowheads eat away at its infernal energy. You hit the ground and roll, trying to get to your feet amidst the sudden disarray, shouting, and sounds of weapons clashing. And then a pair of large, winged forms is practically dropping on you, easily wrestling you fully to the ground. You look up to see a smirk on a beautiful, glowing face, right before a golden-gauntleted fist smashes into your face.\n\nWhen you come to, it's to a jostling, shifting motion. Your vision is blurry, and you look around, finding that you're in some sort of gold and ivory cart, being pulled by winged horses, with an angel in the driver's seat.\n\n"Hey, you."\n\nYou blink blearily, turning towards the voice. It's a scruffy-looking demon in ragged clothes, his arms bound to his sides.\n\n"You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Heavenly ambush, same as us, and that petitioner over there."\n\n"God DAMMIT Todd!" you roar, stomping your feet down on the floor of the wagon.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGHell3axEnd]]

"Don't, ah, don't worry, I'm reading, I mean, I'm not reading my jokes off this card, notecard..." The comedian glances nervously out at the audience, a rictus of a grin plastered on his lips, sweat pouring down his face. "It's just a note, uh, a picture, a picture of my dad. Beating me! To remind me why I do this." He shifts in place at the silence from the seats, then clears his throat. "I mean, uh, about my dad, he uh, he hates Obama, so-"\n\nHonestly, you're pretty sure he'd thank you from the next life if he could as you take aim from the wing and put a bullet in his head. The audience screams as they're sprayed with blood and grey matter and the comedian's body topples forward, laying half off the front of the tiny stage. The screams only grow as Dark Comedy steps out of the shadows, now attired in a full classic-cut business suit with long coat, everything from jacket to shirt to tie the same deep shade of black. His face is still flat grey, but the jester's hat is gone, leaving his rumpled, chaotic bleached-white hair showing. Little Joke trots out after him, humming cheerfully, wearing a little skirt-suit in the "sexy librarian" flavor, though she decided to stick with the red and black motif to mix the colors up a little, her hair now pulled back into a single, long ponytail.\n\nSlowly the crowd quiets their screaming, having spotted the mooks standing near the exits with guns trained on them. A fearful, expectant silence grips the building as they all stare up at the two villains on the stage. You let them marinate in it for a few long moments, then finally step out on stage as well. You've gone with a near-exact duplicate of Dark Comedy's new outfit... Daddy's little girl, after all. You did make the shirt red, Mom insisted that you needed at least a little color. There are gasps and a few muffled screams as the audience catches sight of your stark white face, the stagelights gleaming off your black-painted lips and eyes, streaks of black running from them down your cheeks as if they were weeping, despite the slightly upswept points at the edges of your mouth giving you a faint, permanent grin.\n\nYou step up to the microphone, just close enough to cause some reverb, watching people in the seats wince and draw back. You open your mouth, then pause and glance down. Planting the sole of one polished black shoe against the dead comedian's leg, you give him a shove, seeing more winces from the audience at the audible thud of the corpse hitting the floor. You raise a black-gloved hand to your mouth and cough into it, then speak, your faintly hoarse voice echoing throughout the little theater.\n\n"He was already dying up here anyway."\n\nIn the shocked silence that follows, you actually hear a few stragled chortles and even a little bit of hysterical laughter here and there. You incline your head and give a little nod. "Think about it." Then you turn and start walking back to the wings.\n\n"Grim Humor, ladies and gentlemen!" Dark Comedy calls enthusiastically, grabbing the mic and stand and leaning it closer, gesturing towards your departing back grandly. "Big round of applause for her! ... I SAID CLAP FOR MY LITTLE GIRL!" he adds in a growl, pointing his gun towards the audience, which causes people to start clapping as if their lives depended on it, funny enough.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|GrimHumor1x2]]

"The Domulans already have a society that's heavily guided by those above them," you note. "Their senate has incredible power both politically and socially since it's essentially a fascist state with high approval ratings due to an instilled species supremacy sentiment, and the Domulan government is considered a part of that species identity. Similarly, anything that works with them could be adapted almost effortlessly to work on the Hardassians."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Understood. Plan?</div>\n\n"I'll approach a prominent member of the Domulan government... a senate member or someone in their intelligence community. Once I manage to turn them to the Collective's cause, they'll then be perfectly situated to help bring others over. I'd say within one generation we'll have the entire Senate quietly and gradually working towards RubBorg assimilation, and at that point we'll be able to convert any new Senators rather effortlessly since we'll be working together. Only a complete destruction of the Senate could even have the potential to set us back."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Is this what individuals refer to as "delayed gratification"?</div>\n\n"Essentially," you agree with a little giggle.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">We find this proposal acceptable. Who is your intended target?</div>\n\n"Well after reviewing the Collective's aggregated information on the Domulan political structure, I see two particularly good possibilities." You enlarge two of the screens, one showing a middle-aged, somewhat portly but still rather powerful-looking man with a severe look on his face and a relatively plain version of the typical Senate garb. "Senator Sakar, a hardline military hawk. He's noted to be largely humorless and has no real publicly-known vices. But individuals always have something... and his public perception as a prude and teetotaler will make him less likely to be suspected of being a proponent of the Collective's pleasures. The other," you continue, looking at a picture of a full-breasted, full-hipped but otherwise slender woman in a tight, silver-sequined bodysuit with a shoulder-capping cape, dark hair cut in a slightly more playful version of the pageboy style Domulans seem to favor, a smirk on her lips. "Is Commander Akela. A highly-ranked member of the Domulan intelligence service... in fact, a member of the intelligence service head's staff. She's wealthy but like most of the intelligence higher-ups extremely private, meaning that I'll have plenty of chances to convert her and from there, the perfect 'in', as the Domulan intelligence service is arguably just as powerful as the Senate."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Understood. As you cannot be in two places at once without sacrificing the individuality that makes you an asset, which of the two will be your entry vector?</div>\n\n<hr>\n[[Sakar.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Akela.|TrekF]]

Tenta-Z is a mashup of various popular characters, in an attempt to both give her broad appeal and a broad suite of power perversion potential. The character model is a sleek but attractive woman who seems to be made of near-liquid black latex, complete with somewhat dripping hair that arcs over one side of her smirking face. The only thing she's wearing is a purple 'virgin-killer' sweater, not quite long enough that it doesn't flash her molded latex pussy as the bottom sways from her bent-forward, hip-shaking idle animation. The back of the sweater, of course, also gives the wriggling tentacles jutting from her back free rein.\n\nLike Rapeball, Tenta-Z commands a lot of 'body mod' powers, though the majority of them are based around her tentacles. She has the name for a reason, after all! Grinning, you let your consciousness flow into the model, feeling yourself settle into the character. Just to try out a few of the functions, you stretch the tentacles out and flick them around, reshape them, make your tits grow and shrink, and a few of the other functions built into Tenta-Z's powerset. Satisfied that she's working as intended and that all her starting move macros are in place, you turn your attention to picking out someone to go after with her. Now let's see, first to narrow it down by series...\n\n[[Teen Titans|GG-FF-TZ-TT]]\n\n[[Legend of Zelda|GG-FF-TZ-LoZ]]\n\n[[King of Fighters|GG-FF-TZ-KoF]]\n\n[[Street Fighter|GG-FF-TZ-SF]]

"That definitely sounds like just the sort of valuable work I'd love to be a part of," you reply with a smile. "I've always wanted to make sure that my students would go on to great things, it sounds like I can definitely find that here."\n\n"Wonderful." Professor Xellent leans across the desk to shake your hand again.\n\n"It won't be a problem that I'm not a Talent myself, right?" you ask as an afterthought, blinking as you sit back from the handshake. "I mean, my only extraordinary ability is making a really good mac'n'cheese."\n\n"You mean aside from your genius-level intellect and near-eiditic memory?" he replies dryly. "It shouldn't be a problem. Tolerance and the idea that Talents are not above non-Talent humans are one of the most important things we try to teach here. However, if it bothers you, or if you think being a Talent yourself would help... and admittedly, I can think of several ways, not the least of which is that you might be able to do more to help with any incidents that occur... then it is not out of the question."\n\nThat makes your jaw drop a little. "You're saying I-?"\n\n"While only a very small portion of the population has or ever will have an active 3X-gene, a somewhat larger portion has a dormant one. We have been working on a treatment that will activate it... largely as part of simply learning more about Talents. But if you like, you could take the treatment yourself and see if you develop any abilities... but it is purely an opportunity being offered, there is no pressure on you to do so whatsoever."\n\nYour head swims a little at the thought. You could be... a superhero? Well, or at least a superteacher. Someone with superpowers, anyway.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the treatment.|HelenNY1x2]]\n\n[[Decline the treatment.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]

"I definitely wanna help out all that I can!" you declare, lifting your fists a bit and nodding firmly, a determined expression on your face. "If that means taking a treatment and becoming a Talent, that's definitely what I want to do."\n\n"Very admirable, Ms. Patissier," Prof. Xellent replies with a smile as he gathers his canes and gets to his feet. "Though as I said, keep in mind that the treatment will only <i>theoretically</i> cause you to become a Talent. If you have a latent 3X-gene, it will most likely activate, but not everyone has one."\n\n"I understand," you reply as you hop to your feet and follow him towards a corner of his office. But in your head somehow you've already started to take it for granted that it will work, as if deciding to undergo the treatment had already assured results. You follow the Professor into a secret elevator (so cool!) that wooshes along in a distinctly sci-fi way, which you can't quite put your finger on what makes it like that but it definitely is. The doors swing open on a very high-tech looking lab with white walls and floors and lots of blinking, beeping equipment. Very impressive! You follow the Professor forward, then hop a bit in surprise as a large figure steps out from around a corner.\n\nHe's about seven and a half feet tall! At least as tall as a professional basketball player, but built like a linebacker, with immense shoulders and a muscular chest. But more than that, he looks like a lion... a pitch black lion, with a thick black mane and a muzzled face, with slit-pupiled blue eyes that actually <i>glow</i> amidst all that black. And for a moment you think he might actually be naked beneath the large white labcoat he's wearing, but it appears instead that he's wearing a snug black tanktop and spandex shorts that blend in with the inky fur. He reaches up and adjusts the monocle he's got tucked against one eye, peering down at you from his immense height. "Good afternoon, Professor. Ma'am," he greets in a deep bass purr of a voice.\n\n"Ms. Helen Patissier, meet Doctor Harold Hatfield, a former student and current teacher here at the school. He's our lead scientist, and the inventor of the treatment you'll be taking. Harold, this is our new humanities teacher, Helen Patissier," the Professor says, gesturing between the two of you.\n\n"A true pleasure, ma'am. I look forward to many spirited discussions of literature and art with you," the lion-man says in a delighted tone, smiling in a way that's both sincere and obviously careful not to show teeth. \n\n"Ditto," you whisper, still staring up at him and feeling overwhelmed.\n\n"Well, I'll leave you two to get acquainted and discuss the procedure." The Professor turns and makes his way back to the elevator, leaving you alone with the huge, fuzzy scientist.\n\n"I hope we shall have a long, fruitful acquaintance," Dr. Hatfield continues, gesturing you over towards another section of the lab, and padding along on bare pawlike feet after you. "You may call me 'Harold' if you like, or 'Harry', though some find it a bit difficult to use that particular diminutive of my name without giggling, for obvious reasons." He lets out a rumbling chuckle, then continues. "In my younger days I also appropriated the nom de gurre 'Lion', perhaps somewhat uncreatively, but again its accuracy is hard to dispute." He opens a locker, then holds out a pair of green hospital scrubs. "There's a large bathroom there, you may wish to change."\n\n"Change?" You blink as you hold out your arms, allowing him to plop the folded clothing into your hands. "Is it an intensive operation?"\n\n"Oh, no, certainly not. It consists of an injection, and then a gentle bombardment by some very mild and, I assure you, utterly harmless radiation. However, there is the potential for some physical changes, and thus wardrobe damage. I assumed you might wish to use some rather disposable clothing."\n\n"I see." You blush a little at the thought of your clothes getting destroyed... though you also have to wonder just how spectacular these changes could be, if they could destroy clothing. Still, you've already decided, so no point reconsidering now. You head into the bathroom and step out of your shoes, working your panties and stockings down, undoing your skirt and dropping it, then unbuttoning your shirt and shrugging out of it and your jacket, then finally undoing your bra. You pull the loose scrubs on over your naked body, then take a moment to fold your clothes. You leave them on the bathroom counter and pad back out barefoot, spotting Dr. Hatfield standing next to a reclined medical chair setting up a drip stand. You walk over and settle down into it at his gesture, then reflexively flinch away a little when he reaches for your wrist.\n\n"Ah... my apologies," he murmurs, a bit of sadness in that deep, lovely voice.\n\n"Oh, um, no, it's alright." You blush, carefully holding out your arm. "It's just..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... you look so beastly."|HelenNYPlaceholder]]\n\n[["... you seem so powerful."|HelenNY1x3]]\n\n[["... you're so big and manly."|HelenNYPlaceholder]]\n\n[["... you're really hot."|HelenNY2x1]]\n\n[["... I hate needles."|HelenNYPlaceholder]]

"I don't think I've met anyone as big and strong and... well... kind of amazing as you are," you murmur, blushing a little and glancing down. "I guess I was a little intimidated, I'm sorry."\n\n"No apologies necessary, my dear... especially after that wonderful bit of flattery," he replies, the sadness in his voice now replaced by merriment. He takes your forearm in one massive, claw-tipped hand, the fur warm and soft and his grip extremely gentle as he dabs a cotton swab at the crook of your elbow. Surprisingly deftly for such large fingers, he slips the needle into your arm and then tapes it into place. Once the drip has started, he rises and retrieves a syringe of shockingly purple liquid, injecting it into the drip aperture. "This will take roughly twenty minutes. You'll likely begin to feel quite warm, that's normal."\n\nYou nod and settle back. Soon your skin flushes, and you feel a little bit of sweat start to break out. You <i>do</i> feel hot... though he neglected to mention that you might feel hot in more ways than one. You really hope he doesn't notice the way your nipples stiffen up under the scrubs top, and you <i>really</i> hope this is over with before your pussy gets wet enough to risk a wet spot on the pants. Your knees are a little rubbery by the time Dr. Hatfield removes the needle and helps you to your feet, showing you over to an upright, open-fronted cylinder lined with what look like white light panels.\n\n"Simply step up there, and we'll begin in a moment." He waits until you've stepped into the cylinder, and then begins working a nearby control panel. \n\nYou gasp loudly as a strong tingling feeling suffuses your entire body. You twitch a little, and then realize that your twitching is because your muscles are flexing... and growing. And it feels strangely good somehow, augmenting that pleasurable heat you felt as your body begins to grow, your muscle tone increasing. You gradually grow taller, the scrubs top lifting enough to bare your bellybutton, then more of your midriff as your breasts also enlarge, pushing out the front. The tingling in your skin is joined by a sort of strange tickly feeling as snowy white fur starts sprouting out all over.\n\nYour widened waist and thickened hips and thighs begin to put a strain on the waistband of the scrubs pants, and then as the structure of your lower legs starts to change they give up and begin tearing away. The light tuft of blonde at the front of your crotch fades to white as it thickens and spreads, turning into a slightly thicker and longer growth amidst the white fur now covering your body. You grit your teeth, lips pulling back as they change shape, your face pushing out somewhat into a more muzzle-like shape, teeth sharpening. Your hair thickens, more of it growing out and around and down the back of your neck somewhat.\n\nYour hands twitch as your claws grow in, and you bring them up to tug at your overly tight, already beginning to tear top, ripping it away and letting your enlarged, fur-covered tits spill free, wobbling as you roll your broader, more muscular shoulders. You give a little yowl as a pressure builds in multiple places in your lower body, bursting into an orgasm between your legs and a long, tuft-ended tail above your newly taut, toned ass.\n\n"Oh my," Dr. Hatfield whispers, his blue eyes wide with shock and wonder. You pant, looking at him, then over to the side where there's a mirror, staring at your new form. You're about half a foot shorter than he is, which still puts you at about seven feet. Otherwise, you're very similar... white where he's black, green cat eyes to his blue, and a bit more slender and feminine overall, large, puffy pink nipples peeking from amidst white fur, but you're still as much of a... well, a big muscular beast as he is, pretty much. "You are... well, I hope you won't mind my saying so, but you are absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful."\n\nDespite the situation, you feel your cheeks color, and you wonder if he can see it under the fur now covering your cheeks. Then you blush even more if you wonder if he noticed you cumming... you can smell it on yourself! Then you realize he must be able to, for two reasons... one is that you can smell his own thick, musky, masculine arousal now, as well as see a particularly large bulge in the front of those black spandex shorts. You suddenly want absolutely nothing more to yank those shorts down and engage in hours of wild, yowling, clawing, bestial sex.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in to your new animal urges.|HelenNY1x4]]\n\n[[Practice some human restraint.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]

"Hm. Much like my own abilities, increased muscle mass and efficiency, enhanced sensory organs, possibility of a healing factAH!" His musing recitation of your new abilities cuts off as you're suddenly on him like a shot, having darted beneath the rise of the console to yank the front of his shorts down and set that alluring bulge free. You lick your lips greedily as the massive thing falls and almost slaps you across the face. Despite his feline features, his cock is somewhat more canine in shape, being shiny red and marked all over with blue veins, the tip tapering to a point on one side, and the bulge of a knot at the base. Below that is the ring of his sheath and his big, furry black balls spilling over the waistband of the shorts.\n\nYou immediately slid your mouth over it, your new muzzle easily able to make room for the massive member, your throat not even having any trouble stretching around it as you work your way down. You can hear him gasp as you start gulping him down like that, then start moaning as you work your broad, somewhat rough tongue over the underside. "M-ma'am... Helen... we really mustn't, we have to... self-control..." he groans faintly, moments before sliding his thick fingers into your mane, gripping firmly, and starting to fuck your face, growling loudly in pleasure as he pumps that bestial prick past your lips.\n\nYou grab hold of the shorts again, just long enough to rip them off, while he does the same with his shirt and lab coat, clothing falling in tatters to the floor along with his professionalism. His growls and snarls are entirely animal now, the sound of a beast mating as he alternately looks down at you and leans his head back and closes his eyes, lips pulled back from his teeth in an expression of feral pleasure. You put both hands on his hips, your big furry white tits jiggling from the impact of his knot against your muzzle, his balls swaying forward to slap against your chin. \n\nHe brings one hand away from your mane to rest on his own lower back, slowing his thrusts briefly, turning them into rolls of his hips. You pull back off his cock, using one of your own hands to wrap around his knot and give it a squeeze while your tongue washes over his heavy sack. Then he growls commandingly again and you bring his cock back down to slip it back into your mouth, hands going back to his hips as he resumes beastfucking your throat with a pleased snarl, his blue eyes flashing. You can almost <i>smell</i> him getting closer and closer, his heavy animal musk mingling with the scent of your heat.\n\nYou pull back from him, quickly drawing away and turning to prowl a bit away on all fours, your fuzzy ass in the air as you brace on the pads of your toes, claws digging into the floor. You want <i>all</i> of his load inside you... really, it's just a question of which hole...\n\n<hr>\n[[Pussy.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Ass.|HelenNY1x5]]

You reach back and grab one of your full, muscular buttocks in your hand, pulling it to one side to show off the pucker nestled amidst the white fur. Still not feeling quite sensible enough to be verbal, you give a long, needy growl. Between the two of those things, Lion apparently gets the hint, because he quickly moves in behind you, sliding the pointed tip of his cock up against that pucker and then moving his body into an almost quadrupedal stance over yours before he thrusts in. Both of you throw back your heads and let out leonine roars as his fat red shaft drives into your ass, settling to more growls and snarls as he begins pumping away, furry black balls slapping your furry white pussy.\n\nYour muscular body shifts under his as you respond to the fucking, your wriggling against his belly and chest. But your muscles also begin to grow and swell again, your body lengthening as you grow until you're just as big as the massive black beast pounding away at your hole. Your tits grow larger as well, hanging down heavy and full and firm like round, furry white boulders beneath you, nipples thick and stiff from where they jut out of the snowy fuzz. Lion's balls are soaked from slapping against your cunt, but gradually the sound changes, shifting as your pussy shrinks, literally disappearing into the thicker fur around your crotch.\n\nThe smooth front of your crotch starts to change as you rock back against Lion's thrusts, your firm ass smacking against his hips loudly. It bulges a little, gradually forming a ring... a sheath. A fuzzy sack bulges and begins to fill beneath it as glistening pink starts sliding out of your sheath, growing longer and thicker the more it does, the knot at the bottom swelling and growing as the shaft lengthens. Soon a slick pink canine-esque cock fully the equal of the one pumping into your asshole is bouncing and swaying below your belly, dripping pre in drops and swirls on the cold tile of the floor.\n\nFinally Lion jams his cock forward hard, forcing the knot into your ass right before it swells. Both of you let out another simultaneous animal roar as he begins pumping his load deep into your hole, while your own cock sprays an equally impressive one all over the floor, splattering it into a growing puddle below the both of you. After several moments you slump down, your tits and belly squishing into the puddle while your cock, trapped between tile and fur, still shudders and spurts small streamers of cum. Lion lays heavily atop you, panting doglike into your ear, his cock still shuddering and tied inside you.\n\nBy the time his knot deflates enough for him to pull out of you, both of you have come back to yourselves. He seems a bit embarrassed as he readjusts his glasses and returns to the console, cock hanging limp for the moment and still dripping a bit. You stand up, your own cock flopping around as you examine yourself. Your proportions are still a bit more feminine... the curve of your shoulders and ass, and of course the big globes on your chest... but you're definitely even more of an amazonian than you were before. "Why did I change again?" you ask, sounding surprisingly calm. Well, you feel far calmer than it seems like you should... in fact, you feel great, more confident than you've ever felt, energetic.\n\n"Hm, sometimes new stimuli shortly after transition, or with other outside factors, can cause a kind of 'secondary' mutation," Harry answers a bit absently, before looking up at you and raising his brows. His own awkwardness seems to be fading as well, rapidly growing comfortable with the two of you standing around naked after your bout of bestial fucking. "Something about the particular nature of our coupling clearly made your body inclined to take on more... masculine... traits."\n\n"Hunh." You turn back and forth, then give a soft 'mmf' as your limp cock gradually begins to retract into your sheath. "That feels..."\n\n"Yes, there is not quite a proper way to describe it in a human context, is there?" Harry muses, his own cock having disappeared into the black fur bunched at the front of his crotch. "In any event, my dear, I will insist you take the shower first, as it is obviously the absolute least I can do. At the least it seems like I'll have a bit more justification to the Professor about that fur dryer I designed and installed. I'll have to have your personal bathroom fitted with one as well."\n\n<hr>\n[[Get cleaned up.|HelenNY1x6]]

You grin, then head into the bathroom, showering off the cum that had gotten matted into your fur before stepping into what must have been the dryer he talked about, making happy noises at the jets of pleasantly warm air rushing over your entire body. You laugh a little at your rumpled image in the mirror, the air jets having left you more wild looking than ever, but most of it seems to begin smoothing down by itself after a minute. Glancing at the pile of folded clothes, you shrug and leave it behind... nothing in your entire wardrobe will fit you now. Harry apparently realizes this as well, and has garbed himself in a fresh pair of shorts and is holding out some black cloth to you as you step out. \n\nYou wiggle your way into the sports bra style top that winds up hugging against each of your large breasts individually, outlining them perfectly rather than just holding them, and then the riding-high-on-the-hip bikini style bottoms, which hug your balls and leave them as an obvious bulge on the front, even leaving a little bit of one over your sheath. You give Harry an amused grin, and the little heated flash in his blue eyes says that it was utterly intentional. "You will, of course, have the opportunity to design some garb of your own," he says in a faux innocent tone that makes you snicker. "But obviously the weaving machine could only produce something rather simple garnered from the scans of your body on such short notice."\n\n"Obviously," you reply with a smirk, giving your ass a little shake as if to test the bottoms out, your tail swishing above it. The back of them arcs down rather low so that it can go below your tail, probably lower than necessary, giving just a hint of butt-cleavage. The back of them isn't quite a thong... instead it dips into the cleft of your ass and then covers about half of each powerful, muscular cheek. "Mm, maybe I'll just fight crime in this. Though I think the students might get distracted if I taught class this way."\n\n"Perhaps it's time I took a few refresher courses myself," he replies thoughtfully, before turning at the sound of the door sliding open. "Ah, Priscilla! Excellent. I still have quite a bit of work to do going over the readings of your transition, so I called Priscilla down to show you to your room. Helen Patissier, this is Priscilla Akagi, also known as Torrent, one of my contemporary students-turned-instructors. Priscilla, this is Helen Patissier, of no chosen alias yet, teaching humanities."\n\nPriscilla tucks her thumbs into her belt as the two of you look one another over. She's black, her skin the color of coffee with barely a few drops of cream added, though her hair is as snowy white as her fur, thick and rumpled atop her head and cut short in back, with two long falls over her ears that come all the way down to her chest. In addition to the white hair, her eyes are blue... <i>solid</i> blue, and glowing faintly. She's wearing some sort of red and black motorcycle jacket that ends just below her breasts, leaving her firm, flat midriff bare. The belt aroud her waist has a few pouches and a logo with three X's on the buckle, while her pants are black and red to match the jacket, but... well, they gleam like leather but look as thin and form-fitting as spandex. You find yourself resisting the urge to lick your lips. You've never particularly looked at another woman sexually, but now find yourself imagining throwing her into bed and making her yowl like an animal underneath you.\n\n"A pleasure to meet you." The woman's voice cuts through your unexpected fantasy... rich, precise, with an accent that you're sure you've never heard before. "When Harold told me the new teacher's change was similar to his own, I was not expecting it to be so..." Her gaze visibly wanders downwards a bit, towards your crotch. "... extremely similar."\n\nOnce you would have blushed, but now you just grin. Harry, too, seems rather unfazed as he simply says, "I'll leave you ladies to it, as I've got rather a lot of work to do."\n\nThe white-haired woman beckons you to follow her into the elevator, and a short ride later the two of you emerge into a hallway. "So, Priscilla..." you start.\n\n"'Priss', if you like."\n\n"Ah. Priss. Where are you from?"\n\n"Zebura Prefecture, New Dainippon, Africa." At your blank look, a small smile curls her lips. "Do not feel bad for not having heard of it. It does not exist yet. You will have to get used to little things such as that around here."\n\n"Huh," you murmur. Moving on quickly, you ask, "What do you teach here?"\n\n"Botany. I will have to give you a tour of my greenhouse at some point. Ah, here we are." She gestures to the brass numbers on the door, then holds it open for you. You pad in, finding an elegant room with large bed, desk, chair, small fireplace, and your luggage. "Luckily we already trend towards large beds, due to a variety of body types among Talents. Your bathroom may require some rennovation, but I imagine Harold mentioned that." Then she makes an annoyed noise and crosses to the rather rumpled bed, muttering, "That child, as if he had never made a bed before." She bends over to tug at the sheets and covers, apparently trying to smooth them into presentability.\n\nYour gaze locks firmly on her ass in those tight, form-fitting pants as she leans down, the toned but round cheeks hugged by whatever material that is. You can't help but start breathing harder, your cock unsheathing inside the snug bottoms and sliding down to make an even more obvious bulge over the front of your balls. An urge just as strong as the earlier one hits you, new animal desires welling up and urging you to action, your fur actually bristling with the intensity of your desire to slam your cock into one of her holes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her right in the pussy.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Pound that ass.|HelenNY1x7]]\n\n[[Maybe it's time for another shower. A cold one.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]

The straps of your bikini bottom are cut easily with a light tug of two claws, the cloth drifting silently to the floor as you move nearly as silently behind the bent over woman. Not even bothering with trying to yank those tight pants down or rip them open, you just grab her waist and shove forward hard, your hard cock easily piercing through the material and plowing right into her tight pucker. Priss's eyes go wide as she gives a shriek of surprise, but by then you're already fucking her, pounding your prick up her ass, your teeth bared in a half-feral snarl of pleasure.\n\nThough her expression is almost pained, scrunched around the eyes and lips parted, the moans she's making definitely don't sound like pain. In fact you can hear distinct gasps of pleasure every time your heavy, white-furred balls slap against the material still covering her pussy. Quickly deducing she's not going to fight back, you briefly pull out and toss her up onto the bed, quickly scrambling up onto it after her. She's already getting up onto her hands and knees when you grab her around the waist again and plunge back in, and this time her cry is definitely one of pleasure as you resume raping her up the ass.\n\nYou slip your hands up, powerful grip and sharp claws making short work of her jacket, spilling her big brown tits into your gripping hands. You fondle them roughly, but from the pitch of her yowls and the way her ass squeezes around your slick, shining red length, she's enjoying every moment of your molestation. After a few moments you straighten up and shred most of her pants as well, grabbing her asscheeks in both hands to both fondle them and work her back and forth on your cock.\n\nHer asshole is the first thing that begins to change, where it's spread around your pink pistoning prick. It grows thicker and darker, turning truly <i>black</i>, its length squeezing more powerfully around you. The changes start to spread out from there, the skin around her pussy turning equally ink black even as the fat lips start shrinking, growing together and flattening out. Her asscheeks swell in your hands, dark skin gradually beginning to be covered with hair-covered white hide. Her body steadily grows, already fit muscles swelling, dangling, wobbling tits growing and enlarging as they're gradually covered by white hide, nipples thickening and turning dark black as they're surrounded by the new white fur.\n\nExcited by watching her change, you increase your pace, pounding your cock into her ass feverishly as you watch your hips send shudders through her newly rounded asscheeks. About the time that black stripes start creeping across her white hide, your balls begin slapping against her own growing set. You lean back, slowing your thrusts but putting more power into them, wanting to get a better view of her long black cock as it grows, starting as a long shaft that gradually gains a flared, blunted head and a thick medial ring the longer it gets. In fact, it's practically brushing against her tits by the time it's done, her heavy horse balls swaying with the impact of your thrusts.\n\nYou lean forward, tits pressing against her back as you fondle her own big ones, listening to the pitch of her cries change as her face pushes out into a long equine muzzle, her hair shifting into a striped mane that brushes against your cheek. Finally, as you slam your knot forward and force it inside her, she lets out a loud whinny as her tail practically pops out of her body, her massive zebracock shuddering and twitching as she fires her own thick load hard enough that it splatters all over the headboard.\n\nThe two of you are panting, yours coming with the occasional soft growl, Torrent's with quiet nickers, when each of you has an animal ear twitch at the sound of the doorknob being turned. As one your heads turn, looking at the opening door. "Ms. Patissier, I was looking over your results, and-" Harry stops in the doorway, blinking behind his glasses. "... Oh my."\n\nYou grin broadly. Yay, more fun~.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let him have a turn at Torrent's ass.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Take a turn at his ass.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]

You rise in the morning with a long stretch and a yawn, blinking a few times then looking a bit blearily, but happily at the sunshine streaming through your window. The weather's always pleasant in Easter Town, it's one of the side benefits of this job. And it is quite a job... Easter is months behind you, but there's things to do all year 'round. You're not entirely sure why so much of this job is apparently relegated to you instead of the people you always assumed planned Easter events and got chocolate into stores and such, but oh well. The more you know! You rise and select one of your various gawdy vests and don it. A quick breakfast, and it's off to start your usual morning inspection of the town, beginning as is your wont with Chocolate Cream Production Facility Beta.\n\nChocolate Cream Production Facility Beta, formerly known as "Dasher", certainly seems to be doing well when you check in. His car-sized belly has long since taken on the appearance of a giant easter egg, his fur having turned purple with a zig-zag yellow stripe in the middle. His balls are almost as impressively sized, each one having taken on a matching green and pink egg design. His cock is lost somewhere in the drape between belly and sack, but the tube and hose are hard and durable, they're not having any problems from it. You hop over to the charts and pick up the clipboard, looking over it and largely ignoring the long since normalized din of motors and moaning.\n\n"Hm. There was a very slightly less intense orgasm for one half second last night around three AM," you note, signing off on the page and then handing the clipboard to one of the maintenance rabbits, who salutes. "Let's change up the vibration pattern again. What's the next one we've got planned?"\n\n"'Jingle Bells' in Morse Code," the bunny replies with a giggle.\n\n"I love it! Let's plan to go up a half size on the vibrator in about three months too, and then a full size by next Easter, and we'll make a pattern of that. We'll get him to size twenty in about a decade."\n\n"Yes, Boss!"\n\nYou walk over and observe your factory for a moment, then smile and give it a light smack on one of the 'eggs', enjoying the sudden increase in moans and sounds of the suction struggling with the briefly increased output. Then you glance aside as Bruno comes rushing in.\n\n"Hey, hey Boss! There's this big green monster that's sitting in the sugar tube grove! We think he's from Halloween Town and he's not supposed to be here!"\n\n"Big green monster, huh?" You raise your brows... then grin wickedly. "Well, we were a little behind on mint cream production anyway, so good news."\n\n<b>Holly the Easter Bunny</b> end - <i>Factory boss</i>

You're pretty sure that with barely even trying, you could get them to trust you and accept you. But why not put in the extra effort to go a little further? If you're try you're pretty sure you could quickly become not just trusted, but friends, and you think friends would be pretty valuable to have in this new world where you're otherwise all alone.\n\nSo you start out easy, just chatting amiably about nothing, getting the three of them used to you being there and letting them adjust to your appearance. Once you notice them starting to be a bit more at-ease, you gradually steer the conversation towards slightly more personal questions, getting them to open up bit by bit about themselves... nothing deep or personal, just general stuff they might tell to any friendly person in a bar. But it allows you to make the appropriate comments on it, to show them an amiable and personable nature, not judging them or laughing at them (save for the incidents that everyone seems to agree are worth laughing at). \n\nIt takes awhile, but by the time all of you have finished a dinner of bacon sandwiches and washed it down with a skin of beer that's passed around, you've gotten them all completely comfortable with you, and by the time the beer's finished off and a few more stories have been told, everyone's smiling and friendly, even Zara grinning at you and giving off various nonverbal cues that show that she's glad to have you here. Whew... you had to be 'on' all night, but it did sort of come naturally to you. Within a matter of hours you've managed to not just ease their suspicions, but effectively turned the lot of them into your friends and become a trusted member of the party. So that's what a character meetup is like from the inside, huh?\n\n"Well, it's probably about time we turned in, if we want to get a full day's travel done tomorrow," Vera announces as she stands up and dusts off her hips and rear. "Drake, you've got first watch tonight. Oh, Cyan, you can go ahead and use Drake's tent, then," she says with a glance at you and a smile. "And we'll just switch tents with each other as we wake one another up for our shifts."\n\n"Thanks," you reply with a winning smile, which she returns before she heads for her tent.\n\n"Hnh, a place with something interesting to do or a good fight, I hope we find one soon," Zara grunts as she rises to her feet and strides to her tent as well. The tents are relatively low, probably with just enough room for Zara to sit upright once she was inside, so both get on all fours to crawl in... giving you a very good view of Vera's trim ass hugged by the cloth and leather of her pants as she crawls in, and Zara's toned, mostly uncovered one, as well as a few glimpses of her red-furred pussy as her loincloth moves with her motions.\n\nThe view makes you realize that you're really uninterested in spending the night alone. Maybe it's all the effort you put in on being charming, but your brain is insisting that you absolutely need to fuck. You're stuck out here in the woods, you're going to sleep in a tent, the absolute least you can do as far as some comforts for yourself is getting off. As those thoughts resonate in your head, you can faintly feel something stirring between your legs, both a strange sensation to you and the feel of something brushing against your thigh. Putting attention towards it makes you rapidly aware of something you'd somehow missed before... your cock. Oh. Oh, you guess that talk about 'Halfs' in the book wasn't just for show. That takes a moment to absorb... but just a moment. The desire to fuck is still nice and strong... actually, if anything, it's stronger than it was before now that you're aware of the apparently eager thing resting beneath your loincloth.\n\nThe question is, who? You're pretty sure that it wouldn't take much nudging to make any of the three of them receptive to your advances... it's just a question of whose tent you want to crawl into (or convincing Drake to have some fun while on guard duty). Although... you're not entirely sure where the thought comes from, but maybe it has something to do with being part succubus, but you realize that there's one way to get your rocks off without potentially creating any drama amongst the adventuring party. That being, there's a pair of nice, virile-smelling stallions tied up not too far away.\n\nSo just who, or what, are you going to fuck tonight?\n\n<hr>\n[[Vera.|GGTief3x2]]\n\n[[Zara.|GGTief4x1]]\n\n[[Drake.|GGTief5x1]]\n\n[[Stallions.|GGTief]]

Vera's really cute, and kind of sweet... and you kind of want to see what an obvious Dex-Build Fighter can do in the sack, you think with a grin as you get up and bid Drake a polite goodnight before sauntering towards the tents. You get down on your knees casually, then wait until he looks towards the forest before slipping over and crawling through the flap of Vera's tent instead. You've little doubt that someone will discover the two of you together, especially since they trade guard shifts, but no need to announce it to the world, right?\n\nVera sits up in surprise, her hand going towards a sheathed dagger hung from one of the tentpoles, but when she sees it's you she relaxes, propping herself up on her elbows. She's wearing a loose black sleeveless top that bares her midriff, and a pair of black side-tie panties... they look rather modern-ish for a fantasy setting, but then maybe this is one of those fantasy settings with surprisingly advanced lingerie and swimsuit technology like one of your Japanese animes. "Cyan? What's up?" she asks in a whisper as you make your way in.\n\n"I didn't feel like being alone tonight. Y'know, after the shock of finding myself alone in a strange place?" you add, watching sympathy flash across her dark eyes. "I mean, I can leave if you'd rather...?"\n\n"No... no, it's fine," she says, scooting to the side on the bedroll and patting the spot beside her. "Come on over." \n\nYou rest your staff to the side of the bedroll, then flop down beside her and rather brazenly snuggle up against her, feeling her body temperature go up a few degrees and almost immediately smelling a faint whiff of pheremones and arousal. She slides a lean brown arm around you and hugs you a bit closer for all her apparent embarrassment, and then whispers, "You know, when I was growing up, my best friend was a Tiefling."\n\n"Oh?" You blink a little at that. Actually, now that you consider, it makes sense... it was you saying you were a Tiefling that seemed to make such an impression on her and get her to make the others back down. \n\n"Yes. She lived in an orphanage in the town where I grew up. We were very close... practically every day we'd play about, running all around the country and the woods." Her voice has taken on the soft, warm value of treasured nostalgia, trailing up into an almost-laugh. "We were quite the tomboys too! Hunting rabbits and squirrels, catching frogs, swimming naked in the river and then sunning ourselves on the banks lazily afterwards."\n\nBetween the combination of the very beautiful adult woman pressing against you, and the mental image of her as a slightly more slender and even more vital teenager of your own actual age splashing about naked in some gloriously pastoral river, you start to really have a reaction, and before long your new cock is fully stiff and pressing against Vera's hip and thigh. She trails off from speaking, glancing down in a bit of surprise... but you can smell her arousal growing, and when she raises her head those dark eyes have an almost hunger in them.\n\n"Ah... my friend, she was a Half too," she murmurs in confession.\n\n"I see." Oh, that just provides a further mental image and makes your cock throb harder. How do guys ever control these things? It's taking a great deal of restraint not to just pounce her here and now! Especially when she keeps looking at you like she really wants you to. Still, you can't help but ask, "So did the two of you ever...?"\n\n"No... we were parted right about the time we were getting old enough to really... consider such things. But I've always been curious," she admits softly. Her teeth run briefly over her lower lip before she asks, "Would you satisfy... my curiosity?"\n\n"Happy to," you reply a little huskily, mmfing softly as she pushes you onto your back and rolls half on top of you. Her hand reaches down, tugging here and there at the straps of your loincloth before managing to undo it and pull it away, revealing your, ah, endowment and looking down at it. Since it's the first time you're seeing it too, you take a look... your balls are as porcelain white as the rest of you, your crotch completely hairless and smooth, and the skin forms a sort of thick, vestigial sheath around the very base of the shaft. The shaft itself is ink black, long and fairly thick, the head tapered and slender without much bulge around the base. "So, since you saw it in all those swimming sessions... how's it compare?" you ask with a grin as you look back to her face.\n\n"Mm. She... didn't have this," Vera says quietly, making you shiver as she traces a fingertip slowly around the edge of your sheath. Then you moan a little as she presses her fingers and thumb to the top and bottom of your shaft and strokes smoothly up and down the length. "And she had... little blunt ridges running right along here."\n\n"I see," you reply in a breathy voice, right before she leans in and kisses you. Her lips press against yours and her tongue delves into your mouth. When it comes in contact with one of your fangs she briefly hesitates... before even more deliberately tonguing them as your own tongue slides against hers. She breaks the kiss and leans up, wiggling out of her top as you simply pull yours down, both pert olive breasts with light brown nipples and slightly larger white ones with pale pink nipples bared quickly.\n\n"Sex in a tent doesn't leave a lot of room for foreplay or creative positioning," Vera murmurs in between leaning in to kiss you repeatedly, while one of her hands is tugging open the ties of her panties and letting them fall open, baring a smooth-shaven crotch. The panties fall away as she rolls on top of you, grinning as she reaches down between your bodies. "So I hope you don't mind getting right to it."\n\nBefore you can agree that you don't mind at all, you can feel her fingers nudging you into place, and then you're moaning as her deliciously warm, wet, tight pussy starts engulfing your cock. Of course you'd felt your own pussy around your fingers plenty of times... but you never imagined that it would feel this good having one wrapped around you, dripping and grasping at you needfully. And Vera doesn't waste much time either, sinking down on you fully in mere moments, then settling atop you, her breasts pressing to your own as she moves in to resume the kiss. As she swirls her tongue with yours, she begins rocking atop you, her body pressing the two of you's tits together and rubbing them on one another as she works her hips to stroke over your cock. She moans into your mouth as you bring your hands up to grip her firm, sleek ass, both kneading it and encouraging her to rock atop you as her vocalizations get ever more eager and urgent into your mouth.\n\nYou're guessing from the quivers and clenches of her pussy around you, and the way she abruptly writhes and bucks on top of you, that you get Vera off at least twice before you can no longer hold back yourself... must be that good Will save of yours at work. All the same when you can't hold back anymore you moan throatily into her mouth and thrust your hips up, actually lifting her up a little as your cock twitches and shudders, pumping a thick load deep inside Vera... and from the way she gasps hard in your mouth and her pussy clenches down around you harder than ever, feeling like it's sucking you dry, that just sets her off again too. After a moment you settle back onto the bedroll, the kiss breaking for a moment as you both pant for breath, your cock still shuddering slightly inside her dripping tunnel. After she's settled a little she gives you shorter, lighter kisses, the two of you lightly bucking and writhing against each other, less trying to get started again and more dragging out the afterglow of your completion. Eventually though she pulls away enough to roll off of you and flop out at your side, looking over at you and grinning. You can't help but grin back at her. "Curiosity satisfied?"\n\n"Much more than my curiosity," she murmurs, leaning in to kiss your chin before resting back again. She blinks a little as you wave a hand over her, cleaning off the sweat and remnants of her orgasms and yours, then do the same to yourself. "Well that's handy."\n\n"Prestidigitation," you reply.\n\n"Gods bless you," she answers solemnly, which takes you a second before you start laughing softly. She giggles a little as well, then lets out a soft huff, grinning as she looks up at the ceiling of the tent. "I do think you may have ruined me for men. And possibly women. Even what we could do here, in one go, was... quite a lovely combination of the two."\n\n"Sorry if I've complicated your sex life," you answer with a snicker, before mming. "I could probably slip back to the empty tent now, if you don't want me to be here when someone comes to get you for your guard shift...?"\n\n"No, it's fine. I don't mind if they see, it's my business after all," Vera replies easily, tugging you over to snuggle up against her side again. After a moment you can feel her undoing the back clasps of your top and pulling it off of you. "Just sleep, I'll try not to wake you when I get up."\n\nThat seems alright with you, and sliding your arms around the toned woman and resting your head on her shoulder (carefully, you do have horns now after all) you let yourself drift off.\n\n<hr>\n[[The next morning...|GGTief3x3]]

You have a vague hint of being moved around and a source of warmth departing, but since your mind doesn't really detect anything hostile you easily slip back to sleep, still surrounded by the scent of your bed partner. When you awake properly, there's a bit of light coming in through the folds of the tent, and the faint sound of birds chirping. (Ugh, you are getting sick of waking up to that, even if you are from the suburbs.) Rolling over a bit, you rub at your eyes and glance around... you have the tent to yourself, as expected. Finding your top and loincloth, you manage to get both back on relatively easily, then crawl out of the tent.\n\n"Morning," Vera greets warmly from where she's once again cooking thick slices of bacon at the fire.\n\nThe other two are already up as well, and give their own greetings, though you notice Zara smirking a bit at you. Ah, she must have been the one to wake Vera. You can't tell if she's mentioned anything to Drake, though from his deliberately neutral expression you can take a guess. Still, no one seems upset, so you yawn, covering your mouth with the hand not holding your staff, and answer, "Morning."\n\n"Could you go get us a bucket of water?" Vera asks easily enough, nodding to the bucket beside her. "We'll make some coffee, and once we've eaten we can break down camp and be on our way."\n\nYou nod, satisfied enough to do that bit of a chore, and helping with the camp breakdown afterwards. Once everything's packed up, the horses are saddled, and Vera offers to let you ride with her, since you're light enough not to overburden her mount. You notice Drake giving the two of you a glance as you settle against Vera's back and slip your arms around her middle, but that's it as the four of you set off, Zara trotting along on foot but keeping up with the relatively easy pace just fine. There's pleasant enough chat intermingled with companionable silence as you go along... if there's any upset about the party knowing you spent the night, at the very least, naked in Vera's tent, then no one's showing it.\n\n"So where are we going?" you ask eventually, after one bout of no one talking. Plus, while no one's made it explicit, you feel pretty well a part of the group now, so you may as well have some clue as to your current goal.\n\n"We're heading to Klifst," Vera answers, glancing over her shoulder at you. "It's another day or so away, if we press it a little tomorrow."\n\n"We'll sell some of the things from our last venture, resupply, and look for new jobs," Drake adds, grinning. "Maybe with a day or two to play around too."\n\n"Bah, cities are more interesting than walking through the woods, but once I've had my fill of drink and found a half-decent tumble there's no point to staying," Zara says with an annoyed grunt. "So don't get too attached to playing around, boy. Folk in these lands are always looking for someone to kill what they're incapable of killing themselves, or just won't bother themselves to. We'll find work fast enough, and we should be about it!"\n\nAh, so they're between adventures now. Well, that's good, you'll be able to get in on the ground floor of the next one. Heh, it really does feel like you've joined a campaign already in progress with a new character... though this one is definitely more in-depth, you think as you lean forward and deliberately press your breasts a little more firmly to Vera's back, feeling her warm a little and the scent of her arousal flitting faintly to your nose through the layers of leather and cloth.\n\nAs evening properly sets in the group finds a spot a bit from the trail they'd been using to pull off and make camp, with you assisting here and there, though part of your brain complains that it wants to laze around being pampered, not doing grunt work. (Well, you are part cat... demon.) Drake takes a turn at cooking, making a sort of thin stew with dried meat and some spices from one of his bags. As it's done and the night settles in properly, he clears his throat. "So Zara's on first tonight. Cyan, did you want to take her tent, or-"\n\nBefore Drake can continue, or you can interject, Vera picks up smoothly with, "Cyan can stay in my tent with me, if she likes." As casual as you please, she stands up and leans over to you, kissing one of the stripes on your cheek. "Come in when and if you're ready." Then she turns and walks to her tent, all three of you looking after her.\n\n"So ah... it's like that?" Drake asks as he looks back at you, then oofs as Zara pokes the side of his head firmly with a finger. "What?!"\n\n"It's their business, boy, what do you care?"\n\n"I'm not trying to interfere!" he protests, frowning a little as he glances back and forth between the two of you. "It's not like it's the first time she's had a lover. She's just never had one that was, you know... also sticking around with us." He looks at you, obviously doing his best not to sound accusatory as he says, "She's my friend, am I not allowed to worry about her getting hurt?"\n\n"You are," you reply gently, since he seems sincere. "And right now we're just casually together, as far as I understand. I've no intention of hurting her, and I'll try to avoid it. So far we're both doing our best to be adults about it. Okay?"\n\n"Yeah. Sorry," he adds, sighing.\n\n"You don't have to be sorry, you're allowed to be concerned about your friend without being some kind of jealous ogre."\n\n"If you're done talking, go join your lover, kitty," Zara says, making a shooing motion with one big hand. "Don't let Vera get cold, or her loins either."\n\nSnorting a bit at the big woman's directness, you nevertheless get up and head for Vera's tent, settling down and crawling in. You find the fighter already naked, though just finishing setting her panties aside in the small pile of clothing. She smiles at you as you approach, leaning in and giving you a soft kiss on the lips as her hands move to start undoing your chest band. "Hi there."\n\n"Hi," you almost literally purr as she leans forward to undo your loincloth as well, her naked body rubbing against yours. Tonight you scoot around to peel out of your leggings as well, Vera helping tug them off and setting them on your own, rather smaller clothing pile.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's get to it!|GGTief]]\n\n[[Let's talk a little first.|GGTief3x4]]

You kiss her, keeping it gentle even as your tongues flick together, then use your arms to gently guide her to her back where you can lay half on top of her, your breasts pressing around one of hers and your cock resting against her belly. Her arms slide around you, and you let your hands roam over her gently, before you pull back your head a little. "Everything okay?"\n\n"Hm? Everything's very good, I think," she replies with a smile, dark eyes warm as she looks at you. Then she frowns just a little. "Is this about Drake? You really shouldn't worry, we're only friends, and I don't think-"\n\n"No, no," you interrupt gently. "We already talked about that. He's worried about you getting hurt, is all, but I think he knows I don't intend to." You lean in, nuzzling gently behind her ear, the bases of your horns brushing against her hair. "I'm just checking, is all, I guess."\n\n"Mm, well I'm good. I'm quite good," she answers, smiling again.\n\n"I liked hearing about your past last night," you offer, settling in a bit more. "Especially the part about you bathing naked." You laugh a little as she slaps your shoulder lightly, then add, "No, seriously, tell me a bit more?"\n\n"About my past? Well. I guess most of my childhood is tied up with the friend I mentioned, the Tiefling." Vera settles a little too, her breathing and manner calming some as she speaks, eyes on yours as she does. "We were probably the same age, within a few months... my mother once told me she remembered seeing her being held by the brothers at the orphanage when she took me to the village for the first time after I was born. They gave her a proper holy name from the scriptures, obviously, but I started calling her Dawn... her skin was this rosy orange color, like a sunrise, and when I was very small I thought she looked the way she did because she was the sun's daughter." She grins ruefully, before it spreads into a warmer smile. "But before long everyone was calling her that. Even the brothers, who'd given her such a nicely pious name, broke down and began calling her Dawn. I got an early start to my training as a warrior, because from the day I was allowed to go out and about on my own I'd run from my family's farm to meet her halfway between there and town. Practically every day... it was only in the harshest weather that we didn't meet, and that only because my mother refused to let me leave the house."\n\nHer expression becomes something of mingled fondness and sadness as she says, "And one day, when it was raining and sleeting so hard even I hadn't argued too hard about staying in, there was a knock at the door. Mother opened it, and there was Dawn, shivering and steaming and clutching herself, soaked to the bone. I still remember the noise Mother made as she snatched her off the doorstep and rushed her to the fireside. It was that day I realized that the brothers weren't as studious about keeping her in as my mother was about me, and I wondered how often she'd stood in the rain or snow waiting for me at our meeting place, while I sat home in the warmth merely thinking of her." Her expression is really quite sad now as she continues. "That night, as Dawn slept in my bed, I begged and pleaded with my mother to let her live with us. I said she could have my bed, we'd share it or I'd even sleep on the floor, I'd eat less so she could have a share, just please let her stay. I made my Mother weep with my begging," she adds in an ashamed tone. "And it was up to my grandfather to explain to me that our farm just couldn't sustain another growing body and still pay our taxes to the lord."\n\nShe's quiet for a time, and the two of you simply hold each other. You digest the story some, and you think she's having to do so a little as well, her eyes far off even as they're turned towards the bedroll. But she looks up at you as you finally speak. "It sounds like you really loved her, like family. I'm surprised she isn't here with you now."\n\n"... It was my thirteenth summer when she got chased out of town," Vera responds quietly, the sort of soft tone that says that there would be pain and tears there if she hadn't long ago become used to the pain. "She was accused of taking a bag of gold left on the counter of one of the local stores while the merchant was helping load a wagon. Just because she was seen nearby when it happened."\n\nSomething about her tone tickles in your ears, and doing your best to be gentle, you ask, "Did she take the gold?"\n\n"... Yes," Vera admits after another brief silence, her face twisting a little as if that still hurt to be asked... or to say. "She did take it. She came to me, weeping, her hands trembling as she clutched the pouch. She said she tried to resist, tried not to do it, but she was so tired of resisting her urges to do things like that every day, and it had just been there and no one was around, and almost before she knew what she was doing it was in her hands and she was running away out the back. The guilt was eating her alive, along with the fear of what the brothers would say or do."\n\n"You tried to make it better," you say into the quiet that follows. It's not a question, everything you know about Vera so far makes it clear. "You tried to help her."\n\n"I took the gold. I said I'd hide it in my room and we'd put it back later, so that it looked like it had just gotten misplaced," Vera confirms. She hesitates, then adds, "Truthfully, I thought that even if we couldn't do that, I'd take the blame for it. I'd march into the town square with it held high and announce I'd taken the money, and take the lashing for it. It was stupid, Dawn never would have let me do it. But she didn't have the chance. The moment she got back to town from seeing me, there was already an angry mob there. They tried to descend on her... maybe they only meant to grab her and take her to the jail, but she must have been completely terrified that they were going to tear her to pieces. She threw flame towards them and ran. Even if she wanted to come back, she must have known she couldn't when she heard the screams of the man whose face had been burned. I never saw her again."\n\nShe lays there in silence for long moments, and there are tears in her voice when she says, "It wasn't <i>right</i>! It doesn't <i>matter</i> that she took the money, they didn't know that! And she wanted to put it back! She was sorry that she took it, even without worrying about getting in trouble! That wasn't who she was, that's who they made her be!" You can feel her trembling against you, a sound low in her throat showing she's on the verge of weeping.\n\n<hr>\n[[Calm her down.|GGTief3x5]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|GGTief]]

"Hey," you whisper softly, kissing at her chin, then at her lower lip as you feel her shudder a little. You stroke your hands along her arms, continuing to kiss at her lower face gently as you feel her shaking gradually lessen. "Hey. Hey, it's alright. You're right... you're right, what they did wasn't right," you continue. "That wasn't the way to handle it. She may have done something wrong, but they weren't right."\n\nVera sucks in a breath, as if shocked by that... then lets it out slowly. "... I think I always worried that if I told someone else that story, they'd condemn her. ... And me," she admits, lowering her eyes. "They'd just say 'she did it, she deserved an angry mob'. Or 'why didn't you help her more'?" Her voice cracks a little again as she says, "Why didn't I help her more?"\n\n"You were a <i>child</i>, Vera," you insist, firmly now, feeling honest distress in your chest at how much she's clearly hurting even after all these years. "You were just a kid yourself, you couldn't have done anything against an angry mob, even if you'd actually been there. They were supposed to be the adults, they were supposed to handle it like adults, and they didn't. They betrayed you... you and Dawn. You did what you could for her." You hesitate, then add in a gentle tone, "I'm sure wherever she is, she doesn't blame you."\n\nVera slumps her head against your shoulder and begins to cry. Not the wracking, ugly sobs she had been building to before, just quiet, soft crying that says some of the hurt is finally easing. You stroke her hair and back as she does, feeling a soft rumble build in your chest and low in your throat at the sense that maybe you've helped her. After awhile she sniffles a little, drawing back to look at you. "I haven't... really talked about this. Ever. Thank you, Cyan. Just... thank you."\n\n"It's alright," you say with a smile. Then, gently, trying not to sound accusatory, you ask, "But what we have... or we're building... am I just a stand-in for Dawn?"\n\n"... No," she says, though after a pause that said she respected you enough to at least consider what you asked. Still, you believe her as she tucks in against you again, holding you close and once more tucking her head against your shoulder. "I loved Dawn. I think I might have even been falling in love with her. And I admit... maybe some of what I feel for you is built on the memories of her and my longing for what could have been, because you're a Tiefling." She lets out a rush of air against your skin, then adds, "But you're not her. You're not really that much like her at all, to be honest. But I find myself liking you very much... you're warm and easygoing, and you've been very understanding... not just with me, but with Drake, who is also very dear to me. You haven't once acted uncomfortable or like you wanted to pull away as I bared my soul... for which I can never thank you enough." She runs her hands up and down your back gently. "You're not like her... but you're wonderful in different ways. And if you're willing I'd like you to stay with us. ... Stay with me."\n\n"Okay. Yeah, okay," you murmur, rather happily, as you turn your head and nuzzle in a bit of loose dark hair escaped from her ponytail. "I will. I'm not going anywhere." Though it had been lurking in the back of your head, you turn loose on the thought of going home... it's clear there are more important and deeper things to do here.\n\n"Thank you." She draws back a little to smile, then grins sheepishly and blushes. "Geez, with all of this, we kind of got off track from what we were originally going to do tonight. Let's-"\n\n"Let's just get some sleep, yeah?" you cut in, smiling gently. "You're probably really tired after all that."\n\nShe hesitates in a way that says you're exactly right, but she insists, "I could at least do you, yeah?" as she reaches down, gripping your half-hard shaft where it's pressed lightly between the two of you and stroking it a bit.\n\nYou mmf softly, your cock stirring further, but you gently squeeze her upper arms. "Vera, it's fine. You don't have to. I'm okay just being here for you tonight."\n\nShe hesitates again... then her hand releases you and moves, her arm sliding back around you. "Thank you," she whispers quietly, head tucking in against your neck and shoulder, her lips pressing softly to the meeting of them. That rumble builds in your chest again as she relaxes, and then you can hear and feel her laughing softly.\n\n"What, what is it?"\n\n"You'd best be careful, Cyan Prettystripes," she murmurs against you neck in a teasing tone. "You could really make a girl fall for you."\n\nWell. That might not be too bad a thing, huh? you muse as Vera drifts off to sleep in your arms.\n\n<hr>\n[[Next morning...|GGTief3x6]]

"There's a foul smell on the air this morning," Zara grumbles as all of you sit around the fire the next morning, the skin around her eyes tight and bothered.\n\nYou'd wonder if that was a crack about you and Vera and what she thinks you did last night, but you've smelt it since sometime last night... like the fire in front of you, but dispersed and omnipresent, filling every single breath. You almost feel sick with it. "Forest fire," you mutter, eyeing your plate of food with little appetite as it feels like the smell is settling deep in your stomach and upsetting it.\n\n"Aye. And something else too, something harder to note, but it makes the hair on my spine rise," the big woman declares. "This is an ill omen."\n\n"Let's not talk about ill omens too much when we're due in town half a day," Vera says with a sigh, though it's obvious that she and Drake are a little on-edge too.\n\nThe smell persists all through the day as you hit the road, and in fact only seems to get worse as you approach the cliffside city in the distance... which might have something to do with the plumes of black smoke rising from various parts of it. The gate set in the wall is closed, with several nervous-looking soldiers guarding it. As you approach, one steps forward and raises a hand. "You'd be best off just moving on elsewhere, friends," he says in a hoarse tone. "Klifst is beset by a dragon."\n\n"A dragon?" Drake says, raising his eyebrows. "For real?"\n\n"An ill omen fires are indeed," Zara huffs. \n\n"Aye. It had been reported in the area, so the duke sent out a contingent of soldiers just to investigate if it was the truth... the dragon scorched the lot of them to death and lit fifty acres of woodland ablaze at the same time. It's been more of the same ever since... and now the beast even strikes Klifst itself, burning the guard towers and barracks when it spots them. Soon we'll be defenseless before both the monster and any flock of bandits that has a thought to storm the walls."\n\n"His words are not unwise," Zara mutters.\n\n"We'll consider the wisdom of his words once we've provisioned, unless we want to risk living off dragon-ravaged land on our way somewhere else," Vera points out.\n\n"... Aye." The big woman looks back to the guard. "We'll take our chances in the face of your advice, boy."\n\n"You're warned, at least," he says in a resigned tone, stepping back and giving a call, the gates swinging open.\n\nThe lot of you head inside and then dismount, walking the horses through the streets. There's a smattering of people out and about, but a lot of them seem nervous or tired. Obviously the dragon attacks have taken a toll even on those not directly affected. "Things will get bad here, even if the dragon doesn't burn the place to the ground," Vera whispers, glancing at a group of nervous people who are arguing with a weapons stall merchant about the price of some spears. "Maybe moving on before the day is out is a good idea."\n\n"But we can't just leave these people like this," Drake says, his face a little pinched as he looks towards where a small memorial seems to have been set up with charred black helmets hung in rows on a wall, a woman wailing and beating her fist against the stones below one of them. "Can't we do something?"\n\n"Like what, boy, slay the dragon?" Zara snorts. "Getting a high opinion of your abilities, eh?"\n\n<hr>\n[[We could do it.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Let's just move on.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Something doesn't add up.|GGTief3x7]]

"Something's kind of bothering me," you say as the lot of you continue leading the horses down one side of the street. \n\n"There's no shortage of things here that should," Zara snorts.\n\n"What do you mean, Prettystripes?" Vera says somewhat more gently, her face curious as she looks over at you.\n\n"Something about the sequence of events. The guard said that the dragon had been spotted in the area, so the king sent out a contingent of soldiers to investigate."\n\n"Aye, and the dragon burned them alive," the big woman says with a grunt, though she too seems curious now. In fact, she proves that she didn't make INT her dump stat, since her face starts to dawn with realization even before you speak.\n\n"But that was the first attack, apparently. He didn't mention anything before that. The dragon was just seen in the area... and they sent a ton of armed and armored soldiers out to find it."\n\n"The idiots <i>provoked</i> it," Drake groans, dragging a hand down his face.\n\n"Right. And now it's focusing its attacks on places where more of those soldiers are. This isn't some wantonly rampaging beast, it's pissed off and retaliating because it feels threatened," you agree, stabbing the air with a clawed fingertip.\n\n"So are you saying it could be... reasoned with?" Vera asks, though she's looking more thoughtful. "If we could get the duke to pledge to leave it alone, that it might stop?"\n\n"It could be worth a try. At the least, it-"\n\nYou cut off as bells begin ringing and clanging all over the city, which sets people to screaming and running. "The dragon! The dragon's attacking!" seems to be the general sentiment, to judge by the howls of fright as people either rush to get inside or just dart about in a panic. You jerk your head upwards, and an eerie shrieking roar fills the air as a massive form all in shades of red goes flitting by overhead. It was obviously high up and moving fast, because as it banks and comes back in, it starts getting much, much larger.\n\n"The beast is immense!" Zara roars, letting go of her horse to grab for her ax with both hands, though she looks none-too-eager to actually try using it in this case.\n\nAnd indeed you get a pretty good close-up look at the dragon as it lands heavily atop the outer wall, bricks crushed and knocked aside by its landing raining into the city. It's four-legged and with wings, its horns immense and forward-pointing, the spikes running down its back black and chaotically-shaped, the tip of its long tail bearing a thick black spade... which tears through one of the tops of the guard towers built into the wall as it lashes out through it, scattering more stones and sending the rooftop of the tower twisting and toppling into the buildings below, a barracks to judge by the half-armored men that quickly come scrambling out of it, several of them struck by stone debris launched out from the destroyed building.\n\n"No, don't!"\n\nYour head whips to the side at the shout from Vera. She's rushing towards a crowd that seems to have formed with the arguing spear-buyers from before at its center. Humans (and other humanoid races, it seem) have a fight or flight instinct... and sometimes the former kicks in no matter how ridiculous it is. A number of citizens, obviously stressed to the breaking point, have siezed weapons and are shouting and raging as a mob in the street, jabbing towards the immense murder machine high above. Vera seems to have focused on a boy at the edge of the crowd... probably only twelve or thirteen... and is trying to wrestle his spear away from him. "You'll only draw its wrath!"\n\nYou desperately look around, but both Drake and Zara have been separated from you by the panicked crowds, which seem to have become thicker and more chaotic as people rush about heedlessly. Movement from above gets your attention, and you watch as the dragon's head turns towards the crowd, a new blaze of hatred stoking in its molten ruby eyes. Its jaws part, almost liquid flames fluttering around its teeth and washing over its tongue. A tiny voice demands you turn and run, save yourself, even as your legs already have you hurtling towards your lover.\n\n<hr>\n[[Save the crowd.|GGTief3x8]]\n\n[[Save Vera.|GGTief]]

You head for the "movie magic" building, filing in along with a number of other people. Apparently it's a fairly popular attraction! Inside the lobby is nice and cool, the floor done in futuristic black tile with colored lines running across it, and constantly changing laser shapes projected onto the white walls.\n\nAll the traffic seems to be splitting into three flows towards three different entrances further into the building. Each large doorway is hung with a sign over it, proclaiming the name of the attraction and a quick buzzline to give you an idea of what it's about.\n\n<b>[[THE DIGITIZER!|DigitizerStart]]</b> <i>See the future of computer generated graphics!</i>\n\n<b>[[PRACTICAL SOLUTIONS|PSolStart]]</b> <i>Solid special effects for solid results!</i>\n\n[[PARTICIPATION STATION|PartStatStart]] <i>Become a part of a classic movie scene!</i>

It might chap your ass, but you'll just have to put up with a bit of a chapped ass. After all, he said the other guys were more of Jerome's people. Jerome has a lot of contacts, not just errand boys like you. Some of them are reasonable, sensible dudes just pulling a day's dishonest work, and others are... really serious about what they do. And you don't want to wind up on the bad side of guys like that. (You're kind of aiming to maybe become a guy like that someday after all.)\n\nIt does take you a little while to find the place, anyway, since you obey the rule not to use GPS... kind of sensible when you think about it, your cheapass phone is not made by one of those companies that's made a big deal of standing up to the popo about making the lock screen uncrackable. (Maybe when you get your first payday from this job that should be one of the first things you fix.) You're not exactly surprised that the address is in the bad part of town either, so some extra time is spent finding a relatively safe spot to park your car... it's not an in-demand model for anything at all, but no reason to tempt anyone with an easy target. You walk over to the boarded-up shopfront on a street mostly full of them and go around to the back to use the fire exit, which has been wedged just slightly open. Inside it's dirty, dingy, dim, and there's a collection of discarded furniture and a few bare mattresses. Fairly standard flophouse, not exactly an unfamiliar sight, especially if you're planning on slinging some junk.\n\nSpeaking of which. You find a table with a mostly clear top and a camp lantern on it, turning on the light and opening the laptop case. The color of the stuff in the syringes is sort of pinkish, and almost seems to be bubbling a little bit just sitting there. Weird stuff. ... Still, Mr. Black talked about it like it could make even a hardened junkie who'd become inured to the really hard stuff take flight and sing. You're no junkie yourself, but... well, talking about that kind of high, it would be tempting to almost anyone, right? At least that's what you're thinking as you eye the rows, chewing your lower lip a bit. Hell, there's one of the syringes that's practically just resting on the foam padding instead of properly sunk in like the other ones, if you took that one, probably no one would even notice. And he said that the guys probably wouldn't even get here until the afternoon, it's still decently early in the morning, surely it wouldn't keep you completely out of it for half a day, you'd be at the very least functional by the time they showed up, surely!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try an injection.|YPBB]]\n\n[[Resist the urge.|YPBB]]

"What's this special stuff?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"Oh, it's an all new thing," he chuckles. "I came up with it especially for dealers to give their somewhat more burnt-out clients... people who are getting numb to everything else, who are having trouble paying for the higher doses they need, that sort of thing. The addiction factor is high and the results are... some call it 'transformative'."\n\nHe picks up a plain black laptop bag from one table and sets it down on another close to you, unzipping it and revealing that the interior is lined with about ten small syringes. You quirk an eyebrow. "Small doses, the stuff really that potent?"\n\n"Yes," he grunts simply, as if annoyed that you'd even dare to think he couldn't create something that would get a junkie high just by looking at it. He rezips the laptop bag, then holds out a slip of paper. "This is the address of where the rest of the dealers will be meeting up... it will probably be sometime this afternoon, but do <i>not</i> be late," he adds in a near-snarl as he practically shoves the laptop bag against your chest. "Don't use GPS to find the address, and burn the paper once you're there, so that you don't fuck up and lead the cops right to the operation."\n\nBiting down your urge to comment, you just mutter wordlessly a bit as you take the bag and turn to go, heading for the stairs. You pause as he calls your name, turning a bit to look at him over your shoulder.\n\n"I highly advise you not to 'sample' the product," he sneers, arms folded over his chest. "No matter how much the thought appeals."\n\nScowling and heroically resisting the urge to flip him off, you head back up the stairs, hearing the door slide closed behind you. Man, what a dick. It really chaps your ass to think of having to be his loyal little bitch-boy for however long Jerome expects this deal to last. 'Don't be late!' Man fuck him.\n\n<hr>\n[[Still. Don't be late.|YPBB1x4]]\n\n[[Eh, you'll get there when you get there.|YPBB]]

Jerome wouldn't have bothered with this guy if it weren't possible to make a fuck-ton of money off of him. You take a deep breath by reminding yourself that a third of all the money made off of this could be yours, and if it's the sort of figures that got a schoolteacher a house like this, you can put up with a little verbal abuse.\n\n"Hey look man, Jerome sent me because I follow instructions and think on my feet if a situation goes bad," you explain, making a sweeping gesture with your hands. "Now my grades may've been shit but I don't need to know what the fuck happens with the molecules when you mix chemical A with chemical B to mix 'em in the amounts you tell me to and when, or to sling an ounce on the street and make sure I get the money. So if you want someone who's gonna be able to recite the chemical reactions back to you, I guess talk to one of your A students, but if you want a partner for your illegal drug lab, I'm what you got."\n\nMr. Black eyes you for a few moments, then nods slowly. "Well. Fair enough. Alright then. We'll consider today a trial run. You should be familiar with being on trial," he says blandly, turning and making his way into the house.\n\nYou mosey along to catch up with him, but since he's apparently decided to set the bar there, you smarm back, "Funny, heard the same thing about you. Four cheerleaders, was it?"\n\n"Five," he replies with a tone more smug than angry. "And those fucked cheerleaders, in their own way, provided this lovely home and my facilities for me," he adds as he opens another door and starts leading you down a stairway.\n\n"How's that?"\n\n"A nice little arrangement Jerome set up between myself and select members of the teacher's union and school board. The union sued the board for wrongful termination, since there was really no proof I'd been pounding five hot little slutty teenage bitches up the ass on the regular," he continues with a chuckle as he hits the code for the sliding door at the bottom of the steps, which slides open with a soft hiss, revealing an immaculately clean workspace full of chemistry equipment. "And the board members Jerome had set up our deal with agreed to settle it rather than fight it, despite it being for a truly stupendous amount. The school doesn't actually have to pay, the money is all slipped into their accounts by Jerome, along with a small... though they have no idea how small... cut for the board members and union reps. On paper, all the money that paid for this house, my luxury car, and having my wife and son fuck off for an extended trip to Europe comes from that settlement. As we expand our little enterprise, I'll buy other businesses that can more efficiently launder money, and I can finally live the way a man with a degree who spent fifteen years working his ass off nine months a year for a measly $150,000 and full benefits plus retirement package deserves to be treated."\n\n"Uh-huh." Unrolling your eyes before he turns around to face you, you shrug a little. "So you told Jerome you needed help, man, enough that you were willing to do a three way split. What's up?"\n\n"There's simply too much to do. My specialty is in both high quality reproductions of expensive drugs that can be produced cheaply enough to sell on the streets... although just barely... and in brand new designer drugs. I've got a lot of projects in the works and not enough time to handle everything myself if I'm going to meet various deadlines that Jerome and I have agreed on. So yes, I'll need your help." He turns towards you, folding his arms again. "I have three things I need to do today. I have time to do two of them if I'm working on my own. So, as a sort of olive branch, I will allow you to choose the task you'll help with. There are two sales jobs... the first is for an artificial ketamine derivative, that you'll need to [[sell a bit uptown|YPBB]]... so try to make yourself look a little more presentable to avoid getting the cops called on you just for being in the area. The other is selling one of my [[special creations|YPBB1x3]]... that's a little more complicated, and you'll be working with some of Jerome's other people. The third is that I need some help right here in the lab [[working on a new drug|YPBB2x1]] that may have applications far beyond common street smack."

A three-way split is like a dream come true for someone your age. It's the kind of deal a guy like you, who's basically a glorified errand boy at this point, could never have hoped for without years of work. Still, you do your best to play it cool as you tell Jerome that you'll accept the job with Mr. Black. Taking a slip of paper and the keys to one of Jerome's loaner cars he uses for various "business", you head out to the edge of the suburbs.\n\nThe house is a lot nicer than anything you pictured when you heard "schoolteacher". On a fairly large lot, it's a two story affair and almost looks large enough that parts of it could be called wings, or whatever. You pull the car up the drive, then into the garage as one of the doors opens up. You clamber out to find a stubble-headed, middle-aged man waiting at the door to the house, arms folded over his chest. He's a bit paunchy but broad, and you wonder if one of the things he taught in school was football. Actually, you remember now, it was... Mr. Black from Deviville High, who taught the odd combination of gym and chemistry. From the way his resting scowl deepens a bit, it looks like he recognizes you too.\n\n"Well well well. Dan the Dropout," he says, the sneer more in his voice than on his lips. "So you're the 'capable assistant' that Jerome promised me. Looks like maybe I need to reevaluate my opinion of his abilities... downward. By a lot. He seriously sent you, a straight F student when he could be bothered to attend, to help me with chemistry?"\n\nYou bristle at the barrage of haughty insults, eyes narrowing. Seriously, that's how he's gonna start things?\n\n<hr>\n[[Snap back.|YPBB]]\n\n[[Keep your cool.|YPBB1x2]]\n\n[[Just leave.|YPBB]]

'Indulgence' is a pretty big word for you but it's actually one you've heard often enough to pick up, because it's frequently used to describe desserts. "So just to be clear you're offering me food?"\n\nSatan chuckles again, then gestures off to the side. Several of the pieces of dungeon equipment disappear, replaced by a table absolutely loaded with food. And not just any food, you realize... all the tastiest, most delicious, and in many cases most expensive dishes you've tried in your travels across the world! You spot at <i>least</i> three things your father has sold you for and you only got to smell before being locked in a room that he later sprang you from, in fact. Without a second thought you zip over to the table and throw yourself into one of the chairs, largely ignoring the weird feel of your bare ass and pussy on the cushion as you start shoveling food into your mouth. It's all! So! <i>Good</i>! All the stuff you've had before tastes exactly as amazing as you remember, and all the stuff you only got to smell or look at tastes exactly as fantastic as you imagined!\n\nYou gulp down meat buns, sliced steak, and hamburgers like there was no tomorrow, barely even noticing as your devilish host rises from his chair and moves to stand beside you. You eventually glance aside, almost choking at finding his limp red horsecock dangling right at eye level. (Dang he's big... in more ways than one!) Still, with food right in front of you, it's practically impossible to resist continuing to scarf it down, and with a chuckle Satan reaches out to pick up a large pitcher, pouring something deep, dark red into a large wine goblet. "Something to drink as well?"\n\n"Uh." You swallow down your mouthful of stuffed peppers, eyeing the glass dubiously even as you sniff. At the sweet, slightly tart scent that hits your nose, you shake your head. "No thanks, I don't do so well with booze."\n\n"Oh this isn't wine. Not truly, anyway. This is the Milk of Human Desire," Lucifer explains with another low chuckle. "Its effects might passingly resemble being a pleasant sort of drunk for most people... a feeling of buoyed cheer, relaxation, a feeling of camaraderie with those around you... but in truth its real effect is to put you more in touch with your desires, your wants, your own feelings. Why not enjoy its effects while you're here, in private with me? After all, if you cannot trust the Devil to keep your secrets, who can you trust?" he adds, winking conspiratorially at you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm... sure, why not.|FRanX32x2]]\n\n[[Better not.|FRanX]]

"Hey guys," you announce, unnecessarily pointing at your screen. Something inside you says it's rather silly to do things like that, but eh, personal quirks. "There's a supposedly haunted house not far from here."\n\n"A haunted house?" asks Tanya, quirking an eyebrow. She sounds so surprised, as if it were the first time you'd ever advanced the concept. You resist the urge to roll your eyes and say 'Yes, Tanya, a haunted house, just like the twelve we've been to before that turned out to be tourist traps or normal family homes that we weren't allowed inside'. ... Then again, maybe you're not giving her enough credit and that's <i>why</i> she sounds so dubious. \n\n"I don't know about this," Skinny groans, the first to bellyache about the potential of finally running into something supernatural as always.\n\n"Rrrrr, d'no," Woolly grunts, huffing out a loud breath around his jowls.\n\n"C'mon, guys, where's your sense of adventure?" Ted urges with a grin, glancing in the rearview mirror. "So what sort of haunted house is it, Wilma?"\n\n"It's called the Defir House. The Defirs were a timber tycoon family in the nineteenth century, and it's said in their quest for expansion of land, they were cursed by the Deviluke tribe of native Americans. There's a lot of rumors about what really happened to them, and when I tried to do some checking into their family background, it really does look like the remaining descendants just sort of disappeared, one by one, over a period of years." You adjust your glasses a little bit. "It's definitely an interesting place to check out. Here, Tanya, let me give you the GPS coordinates I found on the internet."\n\nThe ensuing drive is spent listening to Skinny quietly moan as if he had stomach pains, and to Ted start up a muttering diatribe about the evils of imperialist capitalists and how they probably had whatever curse they got coming. (Actually, you've researched the Devilukes and you're not entirely sure you can agree... while real information is scarce, everything seems to point to the idea that they were Not Very Nice™, and possibly quite capable of dealing out much harsher retribution than pretty much anyone would deserve.) Still, you're used to both of these things, and it's not long before Ted carefully guides the Monster Magnet onto a set of beaten-down ruts that just barely count as a trail... you do have to wonder just who's been using it even <i>that</i> much. A few more minutes of carefully navigating around trees and mostly sticking to the trail, the Defir House comes into view, jutting up out of the fog like a vaguely church-ish lump, stains dripping down from its old tile ceiling across the faded white exterior, the whole thing a lumpy jumble of styles as if it had mutated from some more normal structure into the thing now sitting in the woods.\n\n<img src="images/DefirHouse.jpg">\n\n"Wow, what a place!" Tanya gushes, leaning a bit closer to the windshield to try and see through the thick mist that's gathered.\n\n"I dunno, maaan, I don't like this," Skinny groans, leaning over to the side window and squashing his bristly cheek against it to eye the decrepit dwelling. "This looks like the sorta place a, like, psycho killer would hang out while he was makin' masks outta his victims' faces, maaan."\n\n"Yeh yeh, p't duh lo'shn," Woolly ruffs, having risen up to try and look over Skinny's shoulder.\n\n"The mentally ill are a problem created by our evil for-profit healthcare system, guys," Ted admonishes them. "Besides, I could totally beat the crap out of any psycho douchebag. But we're not here for the mentally ill, we're here for ghosts!"\n\nYou hear Skinny mutter something about 'the mentally ill are already here, maaan, you're walking proof', and muffle a giggle in your shirtsleeve. Ted settles the van to a stop not too far in front of the house, and the group starts piling out, Skinny pausing only to grab a battered leather jacket and pull it on against the chill of the night, Tanya similarly shrugging into a purple hoodie jacket. Indeed, despite your sweater you can feel a cold rush go up your back... though maybe that's finally seeing Defir House "in the flesh", unfiltered by computer monitor or window glass. It really seems... wrong, somehow, the angles not seeming quite right for any period of construction or aesthetic, the different sections patchwork, almost like a Frankenstein's monster of a mansion with weeping, black empty sockets for eyes.\n\n"Well, it looks like for once there's no one around to either tell us we can't go in or charge us admission," Tanya observes dryly, tucking her hands into her pockets.\n\n"I ain't so keen on that, maaan," Skinny groans. "I mean, I get caught trespassing, that's gonna violate the hell out of my probation."\n\n"Private property is a construct of the oppressive capitalist system," Ted assures him. "Besides, you know my dad always pays for the best lawyers, we'll be fine. Let's start looking for a way in!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Suggest splitting up and looking for entry points separately.|WilmaHaunt1x1]]\n\n[[You're pretty sure you can get the front door open, actually.|WilmaHaunt3x1]]

"Let's trade," you murmur breathlessly. You're not sure why you're so certain that's something your new best friend and lover can do, but you feel a shiver of anticipation run through you as you suggest it. "Me be the guy and you the girl."\n\n"Oooo, that sounds like fun," Lucifer purrs, voice still low and powerful, but pitched into an obviously feminine range. You look up and see that the devil is still eight feet tall and seemingly made of brushstrokes, but now has long, thick hair, more sloped shoulders, and a pair of huge red breasts capped with thick, puffy black nipples, tits hanging down to just above the start of her toned, six-pack stomach. You look down at yourself to find that you've just as suddenly changed, back in your own muscular male form with your cock jutting up. "Mmmm, but this," the devil murmurs, her hands resting on your hips as she leans in, those big tits pressing to your thighs as she brings her horned head in towards your erect cock. "Well, why don't we bring this to scale, hmmm?"\n\nShe easily slides her mouth down over your ten inches, making you gasp loudly at just how hot and wet it is. Your hips buck up some as you can feel that powerful tongue literally coiling around your shaft, starting to tug on it even as it slides and strokes, actually jerking you off even as she sucks. But after only a few seconds she parts her lips and lifts her head, tongue still wrapped around your cock as it pumps up and down, revealing that you've already gained at least two inches of length and more than half an inch of girth. You stare in fascination and pride as Satan's tonguejob continues urging your cock to grow longer and fatter, the pleasure of her ever-lengthening and thickening tongue only growing the bigger it gets. You part your thighs as your balls swell and grow as well, enough that you can practically feel the greater amount of cum flowing into them sloshing around as you wiggle and buck your hips.\n\nSoon your human cock is every bit as long and thick as the equine one Satan was sporting before switching to female form. Smirking, she lets her tongue slither back into her mouth before climbing up onto the bed, huge crimson tits swaying above you as she does. Looking down, you can't even see her pussy amidst the thick, shaggy brown hair covering her lower half... but you can certainly feel it as she wraps a hand around the lower half of your now towering pillar of cockflesh and brings it to place, sliding herself down onto it. She's so incredibly hot and wet, you can't escape the rather famous doujinshi-based thought of 'It feels like my dick is melting inside her!' as you reach out to lay your hands on her shaggy thighs, the fur as thick and soft under your palms as it is around your prick where it hasn't slid inside her. You can feel her big, fuzzy ass press against your balls as she lowers all the way onto you, right before her tail coils around the base of them, squeezing and tugging gently as she begins to work her hips, pumping them up and down.\n\n"Fuck... fuck, it's so good," you groan loudly, squeezing your hands against her thighs as you look up at her, watching those immense, heavy tits wobble with her movements, that wicked face smirking down at you in pleasure as her forked tongue lolls out, red eyes glittering with desire.\n\n"Yessss, you like Satan's pussy, don't you, my little mortal pet?" she coos. Despite your newfound pride in your expanded prick, you've none whatsoever when it comes to admitting that, starting to pump up into your much larger lover even as she rides you, every thump of her hips against yours and her ass against your thighs driving you into the bed and reminding you of the disparity in your strength. For the first time in your life you don't care that someone's so much stronger than you... if anything it just makes you throb all the harder inside her molten cunt as she rides you. "Mmm, and these? You like these? Be engulfed in Lucifer's tits, sinner!" she declares with something almost like a giggle as she leans forward, pressing her body down onto yours as she continues to work her hips.\n\nYour head is indeed engulfed entirely in her big red tits, each one practically as big as your upper body. You moan into the heavy, hot embrace of them, raising your hands to hug worshipfully against the massive globes pinning you to the bed and seemingly utterly surrounding you. Your head swims with the lessened oxygen and the utter heat of her body, but your hips never stop their thrusting up into her shaggy, demonic pussy, working on pure animal instinct even as your lust-fogged mind focuses on the entirely human activity of tit-worship, managing to get one of those big black nipples up to your face so you can stuff it into your mouth, suckling and licking, tonguing the obvious indent in the tip as if you were tonguing one of her hot, eager lower holes.\n\nEventually though Satan rises back up, throwing her hands behind her head and arching her back, making those huge tits jut out all the more as she starts driving herself down on you harder and faster, her face almost crazed as she cries, "Yes! Yes, cum in me, pet! It's been so long since I've been filled with cum by a mortal, cum in me, cum in meeee!"\n\nIt's not exactly a 'request' you can deny, and with a cry of your own you thrust up hard, burying your newly immense prick inside her and filling her with just as much cum as you were filled with earlier. It's enough that even at the size difference, the devil's toned belly starts to bulge and round out, even if not nearly to the extent that your own did. You can feel her heavenly hellishly hot pussy squeezing and milking you of every last drop as she grinds her hips down at you, that big, powerful body twitching and shuddering in obvious orgasm, her red eyes rolled up slightly and a smile on her lips. But after a few long moments she lifts off of you, displaying the matted mess of cum-soaked fur still concealing her cunt, and pulls you around as she flops onto her back. She urges you forward, letting your own cum-smeared cock flop between her huge crimson tits, her eyes looking up at you as she sucks the head and slurps her demonic tongue along its length, using her hands to rub and stroke her boobs around you.\n\nAfter a few minutes of doing so as you fondle and tweak her fat black nipples, however, she retracts her tongue and draws her lips off of you. "Mmm, so now what, pet? Shall we switch yet again? Or perhaps some other form of debauchery?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Switch again.|FRanX]]\n\n[[What about... both at once?|FRanX]]\n\n[[Let's do the <i>ultimate</i> debauchery!|FRanX32x4]]

You hesitate, but eventually curiosity and the alluring smell of the stuff wins out, and you pick up the goblet to take a good firm swig of the stuff. There's definitely a fruity, smooth, tart taste to it like the smell, but there are also tastes you have no comparison for, your brain only able to assign other words... deep, steady, ancient, pure. You relax a bit more in your seat even with the first swallow, draining half the glass before setting it down and resuming eating... but a bit more slowly now, actually savoring what you eat, even taking the time to smile brightly at Satan as he refills your glass with more Milk of Human Desire.\n\nEventually you stop eating altogether, just lounging back in your chair, one hand holding the wine goblet and the other brought up to your chest, a finger idly tracing around one puffy areola as you speak. "Like at first it was all wow, these girls are super hot, but if I look at <i>any</i> of them it's just more beatings or getting terrorized, y'know? Sometimes it's one of the girls beating you up for looking at one of the others, sometimes it's getting smacked around by the one you looked at. Eventually it's like, y'know, that part of my brain just shut the fuck down and I don't even get turned on anymore y'know?"\n\n"A true tragedy," Satan acknowledges solemnly, chin propped up in one big hand where he's leaning on the table, seated nearby.\n\n"And I mean, I guess in some ways it's for the best 'cause it's like some rule of the universe that the moment I do anything that could embarrass one of 'em and make 'em hit me they'll like frikkin' teleport to where I am and bam, so forget masturbatin' even as a guy," you declare with a sigh. It's more good-natured complaining, since as promised you feel remarkably good, but it's nice to admit some of the things you want and can't get like time to jerk off. Or, "And forget getting to experiment with this hot girl bod I got." You slide your free hand down between your legs, stroking lightly at your already slick and puffy lips. "I mean I'd love to take it for a test drive and do all sorts of stuff with it, but I've never even gotten the chance!"\n\n"Also a tragedy, considering your opportunity few other males get," the devil agrees, eyes roaming freely up and down your body.\n\nYou giggle a bit and give your shoulders a shake, wobbling your tits for him, then pout a bit. "And man, that would be fun too, to actually get dicked down good and thorough, y'know? Ryoga's got like this fantastic cock, all big and thick and he could totally pound me into the ground with it but all he wants to do is kill me, how's that for bad luck?"\n\n"Clearly he is a fool for not at least wanting to fuck you <i>before</i> he kills you," Satan agrees with a chuckle, earning a splutter of laughter from you as well. Then he hmmms, leaning back in his chair and spreading his furry legs, his long horsedick swiftly growing hard and jutting up above his lap. "But tell me, is he as long and thick as this?"\n\n"Nnooooooo he isnnnnn't," you coo, barely even thinking about it as you set the goblet down and stand, drawn towards the seated devil almost magnetically. The size difference between the two of you makes clambering up his shaggy leg to straddle atop him feel a bit like being a kid climbing onto Santa's lap, but you've got another big red gift-giver in mind as you scoot forward, mmming softly at the feel of his huge, hot balls pressing against your bare pussy from below. You press his equine member up against your front, between your tits, wiggling excitedly at the high temperature and the powerful thrill of it... everywhere it touches feels tingly and exciting, so you almost immediately lean your head down and start sucking at the tip of it, tongue swirling in circles around and around, eyes filled with lust turning up towards his face.\n\n"Mmm, is this your desire, pet?" Satan coos as his big hands move to grab your ass, pulling you forward a bit more against him, rubbing your pussy against his balls and sending your arousal dribbling down over the marks and names etched into the skin.\n\n"Mm-hmmmm," you moan eagerly around the tip of his cock, before raising your head with a gasp, using both your hands to rub your tits up and down what you can reach of his shaft. "I wanna fuuuuck," you groan out excitedly. "I wanna fuck like the two horny teenagers I am, I wanna do it without thinking or consequences or worrying about anything, I want it!"\n\n"Then allow me to oblige you, my dear guest," he murmurs, using his grip on your ass to lift you up until you're almost standing in the chair. But he makes no move until you reach down and yourself aim the flared head of his prick, pressing it up between your puffy, dripping vulva, and then give your hips an excited, pleading wiggle. Then he pulls you down, smoothly sheathing that massive horse dong inside your gripping cunt, inch after inch after inch sliding in home, easy and steady despite its size, despite your first time. Because this is your desire fulfilled, just as the drink you've been gulping down prepared you for, and your eyes roll and your tongue lolls, lips twisted up in pure ecstasy as your belly bulges clearly with the outline of his inhuman fuckpole sliding deeper inside of you, the flared head still visible even as it comes to rest high between your tits.\n\nThough Beelzebub lifts his hands as you start riding on his cock, he's entirely letting you control your movements, merely assisting your own bouncing atop his massive pillar of equine-shaped flesh. It's your lust in control now, your hands roaming over his strong, bare crimson chest, your head tossing and you arching your back to let your tits bounce freely, wanting him to see them, wanting him to lust for them. But you bring your head forward, mouth open, tongue jutting out in silent pleading, and he answers by leaning forward and capturing your lips with his, his tongue winding around yours and then stretching, lengthening, tenderly tonguefucking your throat even as the two of you kiss, with you still eagerly bouncing on his massive pillar of flesh.\n\nYou let your desire control you completely, your shame and better judgement nowhere to be found... you want this big, fat, insane cock to pleasure you and you're aroused by this wicked demon and you want him to fuck you and that's all you know or care about. His big hands roam over you possessively, and you want that too, you want him to take you, you want him to own you, you want him to fill you with his cum. And the moment you think that he does, his first spurt so powerful it bulges out the area between your tits briefly before flowing back down into the main part of your stretched womb, your belly slowly but steadily inflating even as you continue to bounce and writhe atop him, moaning into the lewd, devilish kiss you're sharing with your demonic lover. Your stretched pussy quivers and writhes around that crimson cock as you cum continuously, your whole body shuddering with climax and contentment.\n\nYour head is filled with a pleasant, overstimulated haze as Satan rises to his hooves, still holding you in place with his strong hands on your ass as he carries you into the next room. Soon you're being lowered onto a large, opulent bed, and that big cock is sliding slowly out of you, making you moan in disappointment even as the devil rises to his full height, breaking the kiss in the process. Your stretched pussy gushes cum onto the thick, soft comforter, though it almost instantly disappears from the brushstroke-styled material without a trace. "Now, how might I indulge you next, pet?" he coos, stroking his cum-smeared shaft lightly with one hand as he looks over your body and its slowly flattening belly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Trade places.|FRanX32x3]]\n\n[[You just want more!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Knock me up fam.|FRanX]]

"I mean, I'm standing around with a cute girl who's kinda wearing skimpy clothes, so this is when one of my other fiancees will show up, and since she's on this trip it'll be-"\n\n"Ranma!" Akane calls angrily as she storms into the room. "Where have you been?! And who is this?!" she demands as she arrives in front of you with a stomp.\n\n"Hm, I see," Samara murmurs as you gesture to the angry, short-haired girl standing in front of her. "That is rather uncanny, pet, I have to admit."\n\n"PET?! RANMAAAAAAAA!" Akane howls, already starting to draw back a fist.\n\n"Wait, Akane, this is Samara, she's just a friend from when I was a kid!" you blurt, flailing your hands. "I just bumped into her here, th-that's all!"\n\n"Oh, <i>just</i> bumped into her, huh? And she suddenly started calling you 'pet'?! What perverted things have you been doing, you no good, lousy, stupi-"\n\nThere's a sudden flash of multicolored fire, and Akane's just... not standing there anymore. You blink a few times, looking back and forth, then stare at Samara who's dusting her hands off in a satisfied fashion.\n\n<hr>\n[["Hey, where'd she go?!"|FRanX33x1]]\n\n[["Did you, uh... did you... is she...?"|FRanX32x6]]\n\n[["... Bring her back, Samara. Please."|FRanX34x1]]

Hm, with Ruro's advice about how to learn something in the Commerce Ring, you figure that's a safe bet. You continue walking on in the direction he indicated, the passage eventually opening up into something that sort of reminds you of an outdoor strip mall, just... indoors. Still the wideness of the space between the shops and the fact that there are a lot more little stalls and kiosks scattered around outside of the shops proper makes you think of it that way.\n\nKeeping Ruro's advice in mind, you do notice various people that seem to be cleaning up or tending to maintenance. You get a little bit of a shock at the sight of one girl who looks almost identical to Ami, wearing a black tubetop and black pleated skirt and nothing else, washing a window. But as the light from inside the shop hits her, you notice that her iridescent metallic hair has a more purplish, almost pinkish tinge to it than Ami's blue. There's also a male sweeping part of the floor, about your own height and build, wearing tight little black shorts and an equally tight black tank-style top, his hair iridescent pink. An entirely different-looking person is a tall woman who resembles... well, a tiger, her fur rumpled and dirty, her head ducking repeatedly into an open wall panel as she messes with something inside. She's dressed much like the first girl, albeit with a pair of fairly skimpy panties instead of a skirt, and a metal collar around her neck with a glowing green lightpanel on it.\n\nThat's what Ruro suggested, 'ask the menials', right? But which one to start with?\n\n<hr>\n[[The Ami(?).|Cypher]]\n\n[[The guy.|Cypher]]\n\n[[The tiger woman.|Cypher]]

You really honestly don't want to go to Hell, that's a level of one-upping your previous rescues that you don't actually need in your life. Besides, like Samara said... if it looks like Akane and has all of Akane's memories, it's Akane, right? "Uh, I guess the... succubus thing would be okay?"\n\n"Good choice! Honestly I like this plan, I think this will be fun, really!" Samara declares, seeming chipper indeed as she makes a gesture of pushing up nonexistant sleeves, then starting to scoop and wave her hands through the air. It looks like she's trying to splash nonexistent water, or maybe pile it onto clay she's sculpting. But you do notice a glow taking place above the ashes, and take another step back as they rise up and swirl around, starting to glitter and sparkle. A human form coalesces slowly, until finally the light 'pops' outward, revealing Akane... ... sort of. The short-haired girl now sports a pair of horns, a small set of black batlike wings sprouting from her back, and a spade-tipped tail sprouting from her lower back. She's also wearing an incredibly tiny black leather bikini, the bottom just barely big enough to cover her mound, and the top not quite big enough to entirely cover her nipples. She's also wearing a collar, shoulder-high gloves, and thigh-high stiletto heel boots, and a glowing tattoo vaguely evocative of the womb diagrams you've seen in health class has appeared on her stomach. \n\n"Happy birthday!" she declares cheerfully, flinging her gloved arms wide.\n\n"Don't do that, it's silly," Samara says flatly.\n\n"Sorry, Master, sorry!" Akane quickly blurts, bowing repeatedly in contrition to Samara, largely unrestrained breasts bouncing and wobbling. (Are they a bit bigger? They seem a bit bigger.)\n\n"Uh, Akane?" you speak up, leaning in a bit. "Are you... okay?"\n\n"I'm just fine, Ranma!" she declares happily as she pops upright, actually giving you a cute little salute while her tits are still shaking gently back and forth from the sudden motion. "Feeling great!"\n\nYou stare at her for long moments, then point with one hand as you look at Samara. "That's not Akane."\n\n"No, I told you, it's a succubus that looks like Akane and has all her memories. Instead of being a bitter, aggressive mortal girl angry at the world and full of issues, she's an amoral immortal who knows she exists to provide sexual pleasure to others and she's perfectly content with that. You don't think that means she'd be a little more upbeat?"\n\n"Uh." You blink at Samara, then look at Akane for confirmation.\n\n"Yup, I live to pleasure cocks!" Akane chirps, eyes sparkling as she clasps her hands together. "It's great! I mean, other stuff too, but pleasuring cocks is still the best!"\n\n"O... kay." You blink slowly a few times, then look at Samara. "This'll never work, everyone will know it's not her."\n\n"Psh, it's her in all the ways that matter to you Earthly sorts, it'll be fine," Samara declares, waving off your concern. "Slave, disguise yourself for the mortals."\n\n"Yes, Master!" Akane answers enthusiastically, her wings, horns, and tail quickly retracting, and her skimpy leather outfit visibly shifting and flowing outward into the clothes she was wearing before.\n\nYou look her up and down, unable to see any flaws... well other than the slightly bigger chest, which you're still not sure isn't at least mostly your imagination. Admittedly, the only 'tell' about it not being the authentic Akane is that she looks really happy... and it's not like even Akane is miserable and angry <i>all</i> the time. "Yeah, okay, I guess this is fine," you admit.\n\n"Oh, Ranma, it's time for us to go," Akane speaks up, pointing towards the door. Wow, you think that might be the first time she's ever told you something without either sounding desperate for help or with an implied 'you idiot' on the end. "The class is gathering to get on the bus."\n\n"Well then, let's be off!" Samara declares, striding forward, leaving Akane scurrying eagerly to catch up and you strolling behind in a bit of a daze.\n\nThe daze doesn't really go away until after dinner, when you're sitting on your futon, watching Samara undress. "So, uh, everyone seemed accepting enough of Akane, I guess they figure she's just in a good mood. ... They also seemed really accepting of you, what's with that?" you ask, though you're a bit distracted as she bends over to push her panties down, showing off her sleek pink pussy and perfect pale pucker to you.\n\n"Oh it's a simple little mind trick. They're already conditioned to accept visitors and strangers showing up at dinner with some connection to the past, my connection being particularly benign helped," she explains as she stands up and saunters over to you, grinning as she gives your shoulders a shove to push you back. "Similarly your father was conditioned to getting kicked out of the bedroom plenty, so telling him to sleep in the dojo wasn't that hard," she adds in a teasing voice, smirking at your blush as she sinks to her knees and tugs your boxers down and off. "And the longer I'm here, the more they'll just accept me as a natural part of life. But now, let's focus on things you desire more than exposition, shall we, pet?"\n\nYou moan softly as her mouth slides down over your cockhead. Her tongue seems to be maintaining a strictly human shape and size this time, but she's apparently still an expert in its use, swirling it around in circles and dragging it along the indent in the underside of your head, even as she starts bobbing up and down over it. However human her form she apparently doesn't have a gag reflex, as you watch her slender throat bulge with the girth of the enlarged cock she granted you, her choker looking like it's being strained a bit just from that. You stroke her head adoringly, even toying with the base of her twintails and playing with the ribbons as she pleasures you. But soon she pulls her mouth off of you and slides up, pressing her lips to yours as she settles her body down atop you and shifts her hips to sheath you inside of her. She doesn't feel quite as hot and molten now... but very much tighter, and very much more in the moment with you with her smaller body pressing in along yours. Giving in to the urge, you wrap your arms around her and roll her onto her back, pressing atop her and starting to thrust, feeling her slim but powerful arms and legs wrap around you in return.\n\n"Yes, yes, that's it, pet," she murmurs, shivering gently beneath you. Her moans and soft gasps, definitely much more delicate and cuter than they were earlier in her massive demon form, urge you on, putting your all into figuring out just which thrusts make her tight little pussy quiver the most and which ones make her arch beneath you and whimper in lust. You're fairly certain by the soft gushes of wetness that you make her cum twice before you're pushed over the edge yourself, pushing deep inside her and pouring your cum in, a delicate shudder of delight running through your own body. "Mmm... lovely, pet, lovely," she murmurs, licking your ear. Then she whispers, "But next time it's definitely my turn to fuck you, hm?"\n\nDenying you want that seems pretty silly considering, so you just blush and turn your head to kiss the side of her neck. "Yeah, 'kay, deal."\n\nBut right now, you really need to pee. You glance at the window outside, realizing the two of you were actually playing around for much longer than you thought, and it's now the middle of the night. Slipping out of Samara and giving her another quick kiss and a murmur of explanation, you get to your feet and pull your boxers back on before heading out of the room and down the stairs. You'd be more worried about going around in just your boxers, even in the middle of the night, but normally the threat of getting smacked for it would be from Akane, and... well...\n\nAs you're going back upstairs, though, you pause. You think you can hear something from somewhere in the house... something, well, lewd. Something that sounds like it has at least two participants. Except you're right here, and your lewding partner isn't, so that means... uh, well, that means other people in this house are fucking? You're not entirely sure where the sound is coming from, so where to check?\n\n<hr>\n[[Akane's room.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Nabiki's room.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Kasumi's room.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Soun's room.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Your room.|FRanX]]\n\n[[The dojo.|FRanX]]

"Kill her? Well, obviously, that is what tends to happen when you bathe a human in hellfire," Samara replies breezily, flicking a finger downwards a few times in a pointing motion. Your head slowly lowers to note the small pile of ash on the floor where Akane was.\n\nEyes wide, you grab Samara's shoulders and start shaking her wildly. "Undo it! Undo it undo it undo it!"\n\n"Who-o-o-o-o-o do-o-o-o you-ou-ou thi-i-i-ink I-i-i-i a-a-am?" she replies, head bobbling back and forth while her twintails fling about wildly. Once you've stopped shaking her, she pokes her tongue out at you. "I can't <i>un-dead</i> someone, that's the other guy's schtick."\n\n"You have to! You can't just go around killing people, especially Akane!"\n\n"Keep your voice down, Mr. 'We Don't Want Anyone Knowing You're the Devil', not that I'm exactly afraid of anyone knowing about that. Or this." Samara gives a little shrug above where you're holding her arms. "Look, I know that for some reason you're inordinately attached to the little snot, but frankly it's an abusive relationship and you're better off without her."\n\n"Sh-she's not so bad!" you insist. "She certainly doesn't deserve to die!"\n\nSamara's expression goes flat. "Pet, I've seen your memories of her. She once fed you ramen made of soy sauce, sodium-heavy broth, extra salty salted pork, salted peanuts, salted and dried vegetable chips, dried instant ramen noodles, and an <i>entire container of table salt</i>, and then kicked you in the face when you threw up because she thought you were making fun of her."\n\nYou open your mouth. Close it. You really want to argue Akane's right to live but the Salt Ramen incident is sort of a difficult one on that front. "Look, just... just please, it's my desire to get her back!"\n\n"Oh, for..." Samara says heavily and rolls her eyes. "Fine, fiiiine, I suppose I could do something. Her energy is probably still lingering around, I bet I could snag it and reintegrate it with my own power."\n\n"A-and that'll bring Akane back to life?"\n\n"No, it will create a succubus that looks and sounds like Akane and has all of her memories. Probably have a much better disposition as a bonus."\n\n"Uh, but... wouldn't that not really be Akane, though?"\n\n"If it looks like her and has all her memories it's basically her, right? Oh I guess <i>technically</i> it's not the same being because it wouldn't have Akane's soul, but I told you, you humans barely even use those anyway, I doubt she or anyone else would miss it."\n\n"... I dunno..." You murmur, stepping back (careful not to step on the ash pile once you remember it) and rubbing the back of your head.\n\n"Well if you're really <i>that</i> attached to her soul specifically, I guess we could try to go get it back, but it wouldn't be easy to get it out of Hell."\n\n"H-hey, what makes you think Akane's in Hell?!"\n\nSamara purses her lips. "Salt. Ramen. Face. Kick. <i>She's in Hell.</i>" At your still somewhat dubious look, she gives a sigh and pulls a little black book out of nowhere, flipping through it. "Fine, fine, if you really want confirmation. Let's see, new arrivals, new arrivals... actor, professional social media influencer, politician, some general, actor, politician's aide, John Constantine <i>again</i>, a bunch of kittens-"\n\n"W-wait, kittens go to Hell?"\n\n"It's basically a 'return to sender', don't worry we just send them right back. Ah, here we are." She turns the book around and points at a set of Japanese characters amidst English, Arabic, Russian, and some sharp, rather devious-looking runes. "Akane Tendo." She claps the book closed and lets it disappear. "But like I said, I don't recommend it, it's dangerous."\n\n"But aren't you, y'know... the Devil? Can't you get whoever you want out?" Which, you realize, has a sudden very personal appeal considering you're standing over a small dustpile that used to be your fiancee.\n\n"I'm the Devil, but I'm not necessarily <i>the</i> Devil, you know? Ugh, it's hard to explain to mortals, but basically when we transfer over to Hell to get her out, she'll be there but it won't necessarily be my Hell. And even if it's mine, I've been gone awhile, not everyone may listen to me." She reaches up to pat you on the head. "Listen, pet, why don't I just weave a magic spell that makes everyone forget about her instead? It'll be like she never existed, no muss, no fuss, how about it, hmmm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with the succubus thing.|FRanX32x7]]\n\n[[Rescue Akane... <b>FROM HELL!</b>|FRanX]]\n\n[[Maybe the memory thing?|FRanX]]\n\n[[... Meh.|FRanX]]

Oh yeah, you remember when you were a kid and the fad for this stuff started. Same brand of shampoo used on show horses, supposed to make humans' hair look amazing too. Apparently some people still use the stuff even if the uproar over it's died out. Mai's "mane" of auburn hair certainly was nice and shiny.\n\nYour thoughts having turned to haircare trends and getting clean, your hardon flags somewhat until your cock dangles limply. You lather up your hair thoroughly and, not wanting to waste a good double-handful of suds, smear them across your body as the next best thing to soap (you figure). Concentrating on scrubbing at your hair to get all the oil of days of buildup out, at first you don't even notice as your sud-smeared cock begins to grow... not upward, but <i>down</i>, gaining length and thickness as the bubbles of the horse shampoo drip over it. Adding extra girth and length by the moment, it actually takes until you notice the growing heaviness for you to wash your face off and look down.\n\nBy that time its growth is nearly finished, your cockhead swaying somewhere around your knees and your balls almost the size of apples. You yelp and stagger back against the wall of the shower, your limp cock slapping against your inner thighs as you stare at it in shock.\n\n"Hey! You okay in there?!" you hear Mai call through the door.\n\n"Uh, fine!" you blurt back reflexively. Then you stare down at the fact that you're now hung like... well, a horse. You know you ought to be pleased, but mostly you're still in shock. Not knowing what else to do, you rinse off and then get out of the shower, toweling off before wrapping the towel around your waist... and barely concealing the dangling monster between your legs. You edge back out into the room proper, so distracted that you barely notice Mai standing there, now gloriously naked.\n\n"You sure you're alright?" she asks a bit suspiciously, looking you up and down. After a moment, you tentatively undo the towel and open it in front, showing off the limp firepole still swaying around at almost knee length. Rather than look shocked or upset, Mai just gives a little laugh. "Oh! Found the horse shampoo, huh?"\n\nShe walks over and throws an arm around your shoulders, hugging you against her side, and incidentally pressing your head against one of her bare breasts. "Yeah, things around here are often a little more than they seem. Gotta be careful about that! But don't worry about being able to find a pair of pants that fit... it should only last until morning or so."\n\nThen she turns around to face you and kneels down, wrapping a hand around your limp length and starting to stroke slowly, her other hand coming up to fondle one of your enlarged balls. You hiss softly as your massive cock begins to react, slowly stiffening between her fingers. "Which means, we've got all afternoon and all night to enjoy this big bad boy!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue|HLMai6x2]]

There's just no way you could possibly wait four more hours, your big black horsepussy is already practically dripping thick bestial lubrication onto the forest floor.\n\nYou canter over to Bane's chestnut, reaching forward to untie his reins. He's gone second both previous nights, seems only fair he should get to go first tonight! Especially since the Clydesdale apparently prefers to wait for sloppy fourths. You turn your rump towards him, presenting like the mare in heat you are, and don't have to wait long. The stallion eagerly mounts up, and after those first few clumsy, searching thrusts plunges into you. You moan happily at the feeling of your equine cunt once again being stretched open by a horse eager to breed, leaning forward to brace your hands against a tree as he starts to thrust. "Oh fuck, that's it, giddyup," you gasp out as he starts mating you, your legs spreading slightly to brace your hooves better against the soft dirt.\n\nHe's been pumping away at you for a few minutes, and you can tell by the increase in his speed and the throbbing in that big equine prick that he's getting close, when a light suddenly shines brightly in the little clearing. You yelp and yank your head to the side, staring at the smirking, scaly form between two trees holding a lantern, casting its light on you with a horse on your back and its big pink prick pumping your plump pussy. "Th-Thurkar!" you gasp out, unable to help moaning in the midst of it. You almost start to blurt out 'It isn't what it looks like!', but your brain clamps down on something so monumentally stupid before it actually gets out of your throat.\n\n"I heard you both nights before. Smelled you in heat all day. Knew you'd be fucking as soon as the others were out of sight." He gives a low, rumbling chuckle as he sets the lantern down and starts walking over. "It seems you're a beast after all."\n\n"That's not truuuuue," you groan, the sentiment somewhat marred by the stallion cumming in you right in the midst of the last word. He pulls off quickly enough, his flagging cock dropping free of your pussy in a gush of cum, but before you can turn to face the dragonborn the dappled stallion is mounting up in his companion's place, pinning you against the tree as he starts fucking you, making you moan again.\n\n"I see no difference from here," Thurkar sneers, moving between you and the tree and reaching up. His big hands cup your huge bouncing tits and start kneading roughly, making you moan even more at the rough feel of his scales, at the slightly dangerous sensation of his claws dimpling the tan flesh. "I see a beast being bred by other beasts, as is natural."\n\n"P-please," you manage through your blatantly whorish noises as you're fucked by an animal and fondled by a monster. "Please don't tell everyone!"\n\n"Mm, I might. Or I might keep this to myself... if you become mine."\n\n"Y-yours?!"\n\n"My property. Beasts are the property of whoever can tame them, after all, and I see here an opportunity to tame you." He lightly slaps your tits, making you yowl softly, then slaps them harder which makes you cum, your powerful equine pussy clamping around the dapple's prick. "You will do all I say, no matter what it is. If you do not, I will call the others. They were suspicious of you, wondering if you were a beast... you let yourself be stabled like one, after all. Seeing this they will know it, you will not like what happens." He leers at you again, showing that mouthful of sharp teeth. "It will not be so bad. I will fuck you plenty, and let the animals fuck you, since you like that."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGCentaur]]

"Wild man though Kovam may be, it would be dishonorable to not consider comrades first," you declare.\n\n"... Yes, thank you. I'll be right back." Koliel does give you a rather concerned look for just a moment more, before heading off into some nearby trees.\n\nBah, what need have you for anyone's concern? You are <i>Kovam</i>! The most powerful <strike>barbarian</strike> wild man in the land! You slay monsters for dinner and fuck hot bitches for breakfast, you are pretty sure! Clearly your plan to fight a Great Wyrm didn't work out and you can't help but feel that this is due to the sheer stupidity of attempting to fight it mostly head-on, but you are Kovam and apparently stupid head-on charges are what you do! You stand thinking such honorable manly thoughts until Koliel returns, looking her normal non-red self, and picks up her bow and quiver from the things she left with you.\n\n<img src="images/Koliel.jpg">\n\n"Alright, Kovam, I'm going to go hunting," she declares easily enough, even smiling a bit. "Hopefully for something that can provide both provisions and a bit of clothing, since we'll need some to get back into Purnaster without scandalizing the 'civilized' folk."\n\n"Yes, it will be good to once again be wearing fuzzy underwear, as I do," you declare manfully, rubbing your strong chin.\n\n"... Right. In any event, while I'm gone, please set up camp as best you're able with what we have. I should be back before dark." Then she slips off, once more heading into the woods.\n\nRight, setting up camp! Wait, is that lowly work beneath a wild man? ... No, no, you've seen yourself set up camp many times! It is honorable work for manly adventurers, clearly! You set to, finding a spot like you remember yourself picking out many times, easily replicating the steps even though there's a nagging feeling of something being off about your place in doing so. Bah, probably just a residue of the unmanliness of <i>magic</i> being applied to bring you back to life! ... Wait, do you hate magic? For some reason that seems like a thing you should do but you can't actually recall at just this moment one way or the other whether you've ever voiced an opinion on the matter. ... Pay it no mind then! Yes, you will manfully set up the camp, crafting a lean-to out of branches and leaves, and a makeshift pallet out of some long grasses gathered nearby, since you have seen yourself do so at least a few times. ... Hm. ... Yes! The camp! And a fire! A <i>manly</i> fire!\n\nIt's not long after you've managed to start a very macho campfire and laid back to display yourself in your full naked wild man manly glory that Koliel returns, the sky starting to darken overhead. She shifts the rather large deer across her shoulders before bending and tumbling it semi-gently to the ground, before standing and taking a look around. There's the faintest crease of her pretty brow as she looks around the camp, causing you to frown and ask, "Something is amiss?"\n\n"No. No, not really. But let me go ahead and take care of preparing the deer, you seem like you may still be tired from the spell." Koliel produces her knife and kneels down by the deer. "I wish we had someone that was better with resurrection magic than I am."\n\nYou don't really know whether you want to make a 'bah' at that so you just settle for a grunt of mild disdain at the idea that you, Kovam, could be anything less than completely in command of your faculties at all times. Still, Koliel makes short work of the deer, wrapping up the less immediately usable bits and tucking them into one of her storage bags, and wrapping the meat that she doesn't set to cooking over the fire and putting it in another. The hide she rubs with some elvish concoction which is probably unmanly on account of being elvish, but which she assures you will cure it properly for making into at least basic functional leather overnight. After the two of you have eaten, she volunteers to take the first watch and settles onto her half of the pallet, hugging her legs. You briefly consider talking to her since she seems to be in some amount of distress, but you have never seen yourself be the first to make a comforting move. You also consider pulling her to you and making manful wild man love to her, but you've never seen yourself put the moves on Koliel either, so perhaps it's best to continue that. You finally decide to just settle down, unable to help briefly sharing her apparent assessment that something seems very off before you drift into sleep.\n\nIn the morning you awaken to find that Koliel has already cooked a bit of deer for breakfast and fashioned you a basic loincloth from the deer hide. Your manfully large manhood is now covered beneath the skin and fur of a beast, which helps reassure you that yes, you are <i>Kovam</i>! Once the two of you have finished eating and you've donned the crude garment, Koliel removes a scroll from one of her bags. "Alright, this is another Reincarnation scroll. And... well..." She makes a face somewhere between sad and disgusted as she reaches into her bag and withdraws a... chunk... of very blackened and cracked meat, that you're uncertain of what part of the body it might even have come from. "I am <i>fairly</i> certain this is Cyan."\n\nYou give a nod and a grunt of understanding, watching Koliel as she sets the hunk of flash-charred person down and draws a few circles around it in the dirt, before consulting the scroll for the symbols to put between said circles. She chants some words in what you're sure is a very unmanful(?) language, as the bit of meat begins to glow, completely covering it in a shimmering yellow skin of light. It expands outward, gradually taking on humanoid shape, and then the sleek womanly curve of hips and breasts that are most appealing to a wild man such as yourself. As Koliel finishes her chanting, the skin of light 'pops', revealing a reposed woman with large breasts, sleekly-curved hips, bronze skin, thick black hair down to her shoulders, and slight points to her ears. Koliel glances at the scroll as it disintegrates between her hands, then moves to crouch over the prone woman, gently shaking her shoulders.\n\n"What?!" the woman bellows as she jerks up somewhat, large breasts bouncing, which you do not leer at because clearly you feel that leering and lewd stares are unmanly, you leave those to your friend Jor who you for some reason put up with. She opens her green eyes and looks back and forth, her voice harsh and demanding as she shouts, "What's happened, where am I?!"\n\n"Relax, relax Cyan," Koliel says gently. "Just take it easy and try to remember what happened."\n\n"What happened... the blasted Wyrm, it... ... Cyan?" Those green eyes blink and focus on Koliel. "I'm... Cyan?"\n\n"Yes, that's who you are, isn't it?" Koliel asks in a worried tone.\n\n"Oh. ... Oh, yes. It is I, Cyan," the half-elf says, her tone quickly shifting to a soft, gentle feminine one with a slightly childlike tone, which makes you frown deeply for some reason. Cyan smiles serenely as she looks at Koliel. "I thank you and what is obviously Kovam, due to being so strong and sure of himself, for rescuing me, since I am helpless and inexperienced and barely able to fend for myself."\n\n"Um, well, let's not get too down on yourself, my friend," Koliel says in a confused tone, while you stand there feeling <i>really</i> annoyed for some reason you can't put your finger on. "We all try to look after each other, after all." She spends a few moments explaining what happened after the dragon killed everyone but her, and the plan to head back to Purnaster gradually reincarnating the others as she can, so that all of you can return to Purnaster and hopefully have everyone put back to their correct appearances. "Though again we got lucky, you're still half-human it appears, and like Kovam you wound up with a similar body type to your original, even if you've lost a bit of tone, it looks like."\n\n"Yes, it is lucky that I did not lose my large breasts, which I enjoy showing off almost as much as you do yours," Cyan declares with a girlish giggle, batting her lashes as she stands and hefts said breasts with her hands.\n\nYou scratch in your own thick mane, brow furrowing. There's actually nothing in that statement you particularly disagree with, but you feel like she shouldn't just be coming right out and saying it somehow.\n\n"... I'd really like to afford you the chance to rest, but I think we need to start getting further away from the Wyrm's mountain and start heading back to Purnaster," Koliel declares after a few moments of silence. "Cyan, I'll fashion you something to wear. It won't be particularly good, I'm afraid, but it should serve the job."\n\n"As long as it continues to display my breasts and lovely hindquarters as I prefer," Cyan chirps.\n\nKoliel stares at her, then briefly shifts her gaze to you. You watch as an expression that could only be called 'existential horror' briefly creeps over her features, before her eyes go blank and her face slack. Then she smiles brightly, eyes still just the slightest bit glassy as she declares, "Yes, yes it will, that will be fine, everything's fine!" She gives a short laugh which sounds a bit... off... before taking her knife vigorously to the deer hide.\n\nOnce Cyan has been clad in a band of hide to tie across her breasts and a loincloth of her own, the three of you set off on what will surely be a long journey towards Purnaster. Koliel provides you with her spare equipment so that the two of you can shoot game as you spot it while you go along, hoping to keep yourselves in meat and tradeable furs so that on your return to the city you'll be able to afford actual clothes and equipment. Her success ratio is much higher than yours, which plucks at your manful manly pride a bit, but you content yourself with the knowledge that she is after all an elf and archery is an elf thing, surely, and besides for some reason you can't ever recall seeing yourself actually use a bow.\n\n"You did quite well today, Kovam!" Koliel says as the three of you work on making camp in the late afternoon. "I'd actually originally thought to give the bow to Cyan since I understand some monasteries train their foundlings in archery, but clearly your own wild man training is showing through!" She sounds just a bit on edge as she says it, but since she's complimenting your wild man skills you simply grunt proudly.\n\n"It's only natural to expect great things of Kovam, as he is the greatest wild man in the lands," Cyan practically sing-songs as she turns some of the meat over the fire. \n\n"Yes yes," Koliel agrees a little absently as she plucks at her bowstring. "Now, I recall seeing some nightpanthers on our way down. I'll go and try to take at least one down overnight and be back in the morning. Its hide and bones will sell for a great deal, and besides, with the hunting of prey animals we're doing, it would be helpful to take down at least a few predators for balance. I'll be back in the morning." With that, she prowls off into the trees and disappears into the shadows.\n\nYou and Cyan eat dinner effectively in silence, you thinking your manly and wild thoughts, and her no doubt being extremely intelligent and witty inside her head. Eventually you lay back on your grass pallet, stretching out... and feeling rather surprised when the green-eyed half elf moves to settle herself on your thighs, hands coming to rest on your toned bare belly.\n\n"You know, I've been thinking a lot about this situation," Cyan declares in her girlish voice, giving you a... you think that's a sultry look? "And the thing I find myself thinking over and over is 'clearly this is everyone but Kovam's fault'. You must feel so bad, being denied your destined kingdom because of our incompetence."\n\n"Ah, right, my wild, untamed kingdom which I dearly care about and am obsessed with, yes," you agree, suddenly remembering that whole destiny thing. Almost absently you bring your hands up to rest on the half-elf's hips, more for something to do with your hands than anything else, though they certainly are very nice hips, at least as nice as she had before. \n\n"It seems only natural that I offer some sort of recompense for denying you your destiny, and so I am finally giving in to my obvious but unvoiced craving for your powerful, wild man body, Kovam," Cyan almost moans, running her hands up your belly and over your chest before reaching up to untie the hide band, letting it fall and baring her large, tan breasts. "Plunge your cock into me and make me your woman."\n\n<hr>\n[["Hm, yes, clearly the manly thing to do is fuck you silly."|GGMonk]]\n\n[["Kovam is too honorable and manly to accept an offer made of obligation."|GGMonk]]\n\n[["... You dick." Slap!|GGMonk13x3]]

Nah, it's probably not really worth it. You watch as the soldiers suggest the fat man (his name's "Palmer", heheh) use the save point. He sweats even more as he moves over and fiddles with it. After about five minutes, he announces loudly that he's saved before waddling on, even though you can tell he hasn't. Luckily you manage not to guffaw yourself half off the tree branch until he and the soldiers are gone.\n\nYou settle back in, using various ninja techniques to keep yourself from fidgeting. Eventually there's another rustle, making you crouch down into readiness position, unconsciously mimicking your beloved pet cats. This time a trio of what are obviously adventurers come through. A guy in some sort of combat outfit with a bigass sword and hair like a chocobo, a chick with really big boobs and a pretty skimpy outfit, and... some sort of weird orange lion-dog thing. You wrinkle your nose... what the heck is that?! He's got tattoos and scars and you guess he seems pretty badass for a lion-dog. What's more, you can see some materia right out in the open, clipped to the barette in his mane. The big-tits chick in the short skirt also has hers displayed pretty publicly, in the knuckles of the gloves she's wearing. Chocobo-head has some too, but they're in the bigass sword on his back... you wouldn't care to try and do a grab-and-run on those!\n\nAlright, these look like a pretty good haul. Should you hit them? How?\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack the group!|FFYK]]\n\n[[Drop onto big-tits!|FFYK]]\n\n[[Drop on the lion dog!|FFYK]]\n\n[[Let 'em pass.|FFYK]]

"Your son Harold, what's his deal?"\n\n"Well, tell y'the truth, 'is grades've been droppin' somethin' fierce." Herschel sighs and scratches the side of his head with the blunt tips of his toon gloves. "Personally I think 'e's distracted from spendin' too much time on 'is own, an' not havin' anyone 'is own age to... y'know... hang out with."\n\n"So, what, you think he needs... a girlfriend?" You raise your eyebrows.\n\n"I was thinkin' almost prezactally that," Herschel affirms, snapping his gloved fingers silently. "Someone ta help 'im study, get 'is mind off things, talk stuff over with. A gal pal!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Help Harold get a girlfriend.|HerschelHorse3x2]]\n\n[[What were the other problems, again?|HerschelHorseStart2]]

"I guess I could try and help your son out," you finally say, giving a quick nod.\n\n"Ya'd have mah true an' honest thanks, good buddy, an' th' best reward I can give ya!" Herschel flops his white-gloved hand onto your shoulder. "I'd do anythin' ta make m'boy happy an' see him succeed in life! Now, you just come on back ta me when yer done an' let me know!"\n\nYou nod and walk a bit away, stopping to think. You can see Harold the Horse doing a "radical" dance for some kids not too far off. So his dad thinks he needs a girlfriend, huh? Wonder what you have to do to satisfy the conditions of the activity? Will it work as long as Harold goes over to Herschel and says he's happy? From some of the things you heard from Herschel, it's obvious that some "adult" solutions to this problem are probably also alright.\n\nWell, what do you think is the best approach?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to make a new mascot to be Harold's girlfriend.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[Look around the park, find an actual girl that will agree to play along.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[Talk to Harold first.|HerschelHorse7x1]]

Right, gotta get materia from somewhere, and you're a bit of a solo act to go into the dungeons where the really potent stuff is otherwise. It's not like you kill anybody! Just, y'know, beat 'em up, take their stuff, and leave them in the middle of the wilderness. ... Look they're probably fine alright? You've got an entire country to worry about, can't add worrying about random adventurers!\n\nYou've got a foolproof plan for attracting them, too! Because you have... a save point! Man stealing this thing was a bitch, but it's definitely worth it. You take it out of your item pouch and toss it onto the ground, letting it settle into place in the small clearing. There. Even if they don't know it's there, generally anyone who makes use of them tends to get drawn in towards them anyway. You leap up into the tree branches and settle into a good hiding spot, trying not to be bored to death while you wait for someone to come along. \n\nLuckily you don't have to wait too terribly long. There's a rustling in the underbrush, and a handful of people come trundling along... a portly, sweating guy in a suit with a metal briefcase, and a couple of Shinra guards. Hey, score! If they're not traveling by typical routes, that means that they must be transporting something super secret and really valuable! ... Either that or President Shinra just really hates this guy and decided to make him walk to Junon carrying a bologna sandwich. Hm. He's definitely kinda lightly-guarded for someone carrying top secret stuff too. Messing directly with Shinra is one thing, but risking bringing the heat on yourself for what amounts to the money in their wallets (and you know the soldiers won't have shiiiiit for cash) would be a bad deal.\n\nWut do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Jump 'em.|FFYK]]\n\n[[Let 'em pass.|FFYK1x2]]

"Nah, I'm cool, thanks anyway," you say, doing your best to keep seeming nonchalant as you walk along. \n\n"Awwww, c'mon, you sure?"\n\n"Yeah, thanks."\n\nShe wheedles at you for a few moments more, with you continuing to politely decline. Eventually she pouts and draws back inside... then you can hear her say something like 'Oo hey there's a good one let's go!' You watch as the van does a U-turn to head over to the other side of the street, picking up a faintly familiar bitchy blonde who apparently accepts the ride. 'Good luck with her, she's one mean girl,' you think with a snort.\n\nSoon you're back among buildings, although a bit more run-down than you're used to. The streets are a bit dirtier too... it's sort of like, you never realized how clean it was where you lived until you walked over here? Still, it's not like it's some rotting hellscape, it's just a bit more run-down and less powerwashed. \n\nSo here you are, out and about in 'the bad part of town'. You take a look around and spot several things of interest... there's a bar that's just labeled '[[Bar|GGBad]]', as likely a place not to check ID as you've ever seen. There's a place similarly just labeled '[[Buy and Sell|GGBad]]' in the painted window, looks like a junk shop, could be some fun things in there. There's a [[suspicious-looking guy|GGBad4x2]] lurking near an alleyway... you're preeetty sure what he is, and hey that's one good reason to start coming out here, if you're so inclined. And... wow, is that a [[prostitute|GGBad]]? In broad daylight? You kind of think she might be, from the way she's hanging out on a streetcorner wearing a very tight, very tiny pink dress.

You don't remember the profile saying anything about summoning monsters... but then again it did say that you had several special abilities. Shrugging, you announce aloud, "Summon monster!"\n\nYou watch as a shadowy mist forms behind the guard and the dog, billowing upward... and your eyes widen as it 'bursts', revealing a giant, toothy maw and innumerable writhing green tentacles.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/yxwMP9f.png>\n\nHoly crap, it's one of those... those cigarette monsters! Marl-... no, Malboro! You don't think the guard and the dog even see it coming as tentacles whip out and wrap around them, hauling them both into the air... and it turns out, you had not seen enough hentai to realize where this was going. You stare in slack-jawed shock as the guard's pants are torn off and one of the plantlike green tentacles is forced up his ass, the man yelping and jerking in the grip of the monster as he's violated, his limp cock dangling and wobbling with his movements. The dog similarly yelps as a tentacle is pushed up its own ass, another wrapping around the base of its furry ballsack to squeeze. The molesting Malboro brings both in closer to its mouth, and exhales a cloud of pink smoke. Both twitch, then get glazed looks in their eyes, tongues lolling out in shockingly similar smiles of bliss.\n\nYou watch as the human guard's cock quickly springs to full hardness and starts dripping pre, while the guard dog's glistening red cock unsheaths, shaking and dripping clear fluid onto the train platform as it's tentacle raped up the ass. The human guard is obviously bucking his hips back towards the thrusts of the tentacle in his own ass, and gives a wanton yowl of pleasure as a second one is stuffed into his stretched hole. His further vocalizations are muffled as a tentacle is shoved between his lips, his tongue faintly visible working at it, the dog's throat bulging as it too gets face-fucked. In only moments both man and dog are spurting long streamers of cum through the air, again and again in time with the tentacles pumping into their assholes. Then the Malboro abruptly tosses them both into its maw, both man and beast disappearing into the darkness behind its teeth before the entire monster disappears again in a flurry of black mist.\n\nYou're still processing what you've seen when a dialog box pops up. 'You have activated your Summon Monster special ability. In the future, you will always be offered three cards, a Green, a Blue, and a Red. Picking any of them will summon a powerful monster theoretically capable of dealing with your current opponent. (This first use simulated a critical summoning, meaning a monster much higher level than the enemy.) Green cards are monsters that fight normally, Blue cards are monsters that fight sexually, and Red cards are monsters that can do both. Be sure to pick monsters that are appropriate for your situation... picking the wrong one can lead to disaster! Using Summon Monster will also entirely deplete your MP, but it will regenerate over time. Try to summon as many different monsters as you can, and see what effect it has on your Mako Focus!'\n\nO... kay. You haven't even had it explained what your Mako Focus is yet, but you're not sure if you want to earn bonuses to it by watching people get tentacle-raped or whatever. ... Then again. Just shaking your head, you hurry on to join back up with the rest. After a brief exchange wherein you confirm your name as 'Erica', you, Cloud, and Barret begin fighting your way through the Reactor, doing in mostly guard robots. At first you're reduced to hitting things with your staff, Cloud and Barret giving you annoyed looks, but eventually your MP regenerates enough that you're able to start frying stuff with Bolt 1.\n\nOnce at the reactor proper, you watch as Cloud takes the bomb, walks forward, and hesitates, twitching. ... Oh riiiight, he's having some sort of flashback or whatever, isn't he? Hm, wonder if you'll get some sort of 'tragic past' type of treatment too? Probably not until either Aerith or Hojo shows up, from the sounds of that 'MAGE' thing. As expected, the moment he hooks it up, the alarm starts blaring, and there's a creaking noise from overhead. You scramble back on the walkway as a huge robot drops down, its six drill-tipped legs thunking into place, the even larger drill on the front extending and retracting a few times. Was that what the first boss was like?! This one definitely looks like some sort of construction equipment turned into a guard!\n\nHaving instinctively lined up in a row with Cloud and Barret, you realize no one's doing anything, which must make it your turn. Well, your MP's full, and it's the boss battle... you guess it's time to use the Summon ability again. Taking a breath, you call "Summon Monster!" and watch as a trio of floating, glowing 'cards' appear in front of you... the green one reading 'Kill', the blue one 'Fuck', and the red 'Destroy'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kill.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Fuck.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Destroy.|FF7F]]

Soon you're able to show off Project Odyssey to numerous investors and interested parties, gaining contracts for it from deep sea explorers, miners, arctic expeditions, and numerous others as well as the space program. You and Gregory continue to develop Project Odyssey further and further, with Gloria's able assistance (in all aspects of life), while its obvious benefits spur on new and exciting ideas for space exploration and colonization. A new space race has begun. The simple fact of reactive, automatic space suits that can last for days, weeks, or with further developments months while leaving their user free and agile to work without worry make a moon colony not just feasible, but a concrete reality within a matter of years.\n\nNew generations of the sensor chip are not only biological, but integrated into the genome so fully that they're inheritable. Your and Gregory's first child is also the first child born with the adaptive trait as a natural part of the process, and goes on to be the first colonist of Alpha Centauri at only ninety-one years young. Luckily Gregory, Gloria, and yourself are all around to enjoy it as well, the adaptive process and various other processes you've developed having stretched the human lifetime into being measured in centuries rather than decades.\n\nYou live to see your great-great-great-great-grandchildren making their way into new and exciting parts of our galaxy, and after you are gone are remembered as a legend for generations to come.\n\n<b>Private Lab</b> end - <i>Mother of the future</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to beginning.|CharGenMain]]

You definitely feel shocked, but it seems like you should be more panicked than you are. Whatever changed you into some powerhouse of a shemale (hm, idle check... no, no pussy, definitely a shemale) has apparently affected your mind. It seems like you ought to be more upset about that than you are, but meh. Still, better find out what happened. You sit up all the way and take another look around, this time spotting the spear you touched in the museum leaned against the nearest tentpost. Ah, that's where it got to.\n\nBefore you can get up and start looking for some clothing, the tent flap is opened and a girl half-walks half-stumbles in. She's pretty, and you'd guess around seventeen or so. Her hair is long and blonde, just a bit unkempt, her face pretty, with aristocratic cheekbones and slender chin. She's wearing nothing but a thin white garmen that goes down to her knees... you're guessing it's some form of undergarment... and a rough leather collar around her neck. Her breasts are large (though not as large as yours), and heaving under the thin shift with her frightened breathing. The rest of her that you can make out looks quite nice too, with gently curving hips and long perfect legs.\n\nYour monster of a cock begins to have a reaction, stirring in your lap and slowly beginning to lift up. The girl's blue eyes lock on it and widen in obvious fright, and her slender throat works as she visibly swallows. She's trembling, but manages to force out, "I am... I am to be bred by you, my... my master," she manages.\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, well, if you insist.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[No, wait, this is wrong.|ShemaleBarbarian2x1]]

"I... Liam, I love you, yes, especially after... everything," you say, gesturing vaguely as if you could indicate the entire past year. "But I don't... think it's that way. You're the best friend I could ever ask for, and I owe you more than I could ever repay..."\n\n"But you don't feel that way about me," Liam murmurs, lowering his head, your heart breaking at the sight of glittering, diamond-like tears sliding down his cheeks.\n\n"... I wish I did," you say quietly, feeling tears build in your own eyes. "I really do. But... I just... I don't know if it's that this is all too much for me, or if it's just... ... I don't know, Liam, I'm sorry."\n\nHe sniffles, bringing his hands up to brush his palms over his cheeks and giving his head a hard shake. "No. No, it's okay. Like I said, this was never about trying to push you into loving me." He raises his head and manages a smile, even as more tears slide down his cheeks. "I wanted to give you my heart. I was never going to demand yours back."\n\n"... Liam," you whisper as the cold breeze stings at the trails of wetness sliding down your face.\n\n"It's fine. I'm just... I'm gonna go for awhile, y'know?" Liam continues, glancing out towards the horizon and rolling his shoulders, making his wings beat lightly. "It's not your fault, but... it hurts. And I need time to heal."\n\n"I don't want you to leave," you say desperately, raising your hands up towards him, but stopping as he looks at you again. You'd almost said you were wrong, you did love him, whatever it took to make him stay, but the sad smile on his face and in his eyes stops you. You can't betray him with a lie after all this time. You let your hands settle to your sides. "... When will you be back?" you whisper instead.\n\n"Oh, who knows?" He tries to keep his voice light, that sad smile still on his lips as he gives a flap-shrug. "Could be in a month. Could be in a century. Dragons heal when we heal. ... Whenever I come back, though, Gwyn," he continues. "I promise you that I'll still love you. And that I'll do right by you, whatever that means when I do. Hey, cheer up," he continues with a soft laugh. "Those who are loved by dragons are destined for great things! They have inspiration and destiny beyond those of other humankind! I know that when I come back, whenever it is... it will be to find that I'm proud of you."\n\n"Is there anything I can do for you?" you say finally. "Anything at all? Please, Liam?"\n\n"Mmm." He closes his eyes and ducks his head as if in thought, then opens them and looks up through his lashes. "Close your eyes for me?"\n\nYou swallow, but nod and let your eyes slip closed. You can hear the quiet footfalls and the faintest crunch of the fresh snow, and feel his warm breath on your skin and the vague sense of the looming presence of his wings. Lips press gently to yours ever-so-softly, with the scent of something warm and sweet wafting around you. And then the touch is gone along with the sound of a heavy stroke of wings in the air. You open your eyes, fresh tears falling as you find yourself alone on the hilltop. You look around, but there's not even a speck in the clear, blue-grey sky.\n\n"... Okay," you say quietly, still looking into the sky. "Come back soon, alright? Until then... ... until then, I'll try to make you proud."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GwynLiam5end2xEnd]]

"Well, let's find out where it came from," you suggest. "These woods aren't that big, right? It can't be more than like, what, a mile? Two?"\n\n"Probably. Yeah, sure... okay, it's flowing from this direction, let's head thataway," he says, pointing and then setting off at a brisk pace, leaving you to scurry a little to catch up and keep up with his slightly longer stride.\n\nIt takes quite awhile of walking, but eventually the two of you follow the bank of the stream into a large clearing, where the water forms a surprisingly round pool, a bubbling fountain of spring water at its center. A number of brightly-colored flowers have blossomed all around the banks of the pool, and seem to constantly be moving as if blown by a slight breeze, even though it feels rather still in the forest to you. "Man, we definitely would have found something like <i>this</i> if it was here," Kevin announces. "What the heck is going on?"\n\nThe moment he asks that, the stream suddenly surges where the two of you walked into the clearing past it, water rising up and forming into a solid wall teen feet high between the trees, and then seemingly spreading through the trunks and doing the same in a ring all around the glade. The shimmering water is still transparent, allowing a rippling view of the forest beyond, but there's definitely nothing there before a figure steps out of one of the water walls, perfectly dry and letting out a peal of laughter as her goatlike hooves land amidst the flowers.\n\n<img src="images/tQpfbSt.png">\n\n"Wahahaha! Foolish mortal boys! You have trespassed in the domain of Selassa the Forest Goddess, and your very lives are therefore mine to do with as I please!" she crows, setting her hands on her shaggy hips and smirking across at the two of you with a flash of her fangs.\n\n"What?" Kevin, despite his usual composure, almost squeaks a little, before getting it under control and frowning. He's handling it much better than you are, considering you're still staring with your mouth open and your face pale. "But this is my family's land! And this was never here before, how can it be your domain?!"\n\n"Well, I did just move here a week ago," the satyr-like woman admits, placing a fingertip against her lips and glancing upward.\n\n"L-last week?! That's not fair, then, we couldn't have known!"\n\nShe lets out another long peal of laughter, throwing her head back and flicking her long ears. "Fair?! Fair is for gods to decide, and mortals to abide by, boy! I'm the one who determines what's fair!" She's suddenly standing right in front of Kevin, leaning down a bit to look him in the eye as she smirks. He takes a half-step back from shock, and you actually fall to the ground on your butt and scurry back a little. "If you don't like it, you're welcome to try and do something about it. But what exactly do you think you're going to do, hmmmm?" When he hesitates, she snickers and straightens up. "Right, exactly. Still..." She raises a hand and rubs her chin. "I suppose I could try being a little bit 'fair'. I'll tell you what... you can either offer me an appeasement, and I'll decide if I like it, or you can just submit to my mercy, and I promise not to turn you into rocks or worms or something," she announces, flicking a hand around in a gesture that makes the bell on her wrist jingle.\n\n<hr>\n[[Offer appeasement.|QOKevWoods1x2]]\n\n[[Submit to her.|QOKevWoodsPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Ruuun!|QOKevPlaceholder]]

"Look, we're sorry, we're sorry!" You blurt out, waving your hands. "We'll appease you! Just don't turn us into... stuff! Please!"\n\n"Hmmm." Selassa eyes you thoughtfully. She turns from Kevin and makes her way over to you, hooves brushing through the grass, then leans way down to look at you. You can vaguely see Kevin's eyes bulge some... maybe that loincloth she's wearing doesn't have a back. "Alright, scared little thing. What are you going to offer me as appeasement?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Gifts.|QOKevWoods1x3]]\n\n[[Compliments.|QOKevWoodsPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Service.|QOKevWoodsPlaceholder]]

"Um, a gift," you reply, squirming a little under her gaze. Her eyes are... weird, to say the least, with an outer band of intense glowing green, an inner band of bright, literally glittering blue, and silver pupils. "A really cool gift."\n\n"A gift, is it?" Selassa rests her hands on her fur-covered knees, tilting her head a bit and giving her ears a flick. "Well, technically everything you own is mine already, but there are some who say that what's freely given is sweeter than what's taken forcefully." Then she grins wickedly. "Of course, there are some who say the exact opposite. Still! What are you going to give me, mortal boy? I'm interested to know what you consider a fit gift for a god."\n\nYour mind races, trying to do a mental tally of everything in your bag, in Kevin's bag, that you have elsewhere, anything at all that this inhuman, powerful being might want.\n\n<hr>\n[[Chocolate.|QOKevWoodsPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Your Gameboy.|QOPokeStart]]\n\n[[Flowers.|QOKevWoodsPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Yourself.|QOKevWoodsPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Kevin.|QOKevWoodsPlaceholder]]

"I like the idea of versatility and being able to do a lot of different things. I mean... just the idea of learning magic is pretty cool," you admit.\n\n"It's certainly not a bad way to start, as simple cantrips can often act like 'training wheels' for your other abilities anyway. Alright, let's see." Your mother glances around, then tilts her head. "Look, Mrs. Nguyen is two tables down."\n\nYou do a quick glance over. The Nguyens live on your block, and Mrs. Nguyen is about your mother's age... and about your mother's build as well, complete with full, proud breasts, nice hips, and a nice ass. She tends towards silk blouses and well-cut pants, both of which are on display today. Your mother smiles, and subtly points a finger in her direction, wiggling it in a little pattern. You watch as Mrs. Nguyen pauses with a bite of fried rice halfway to her mouth, then shifts her shoulders... which makes her give out a gasp and quickly put down her fork. She shifts a bit again, her pretty, sharp-lined face now flushed, and tries to pull out the front of her blouse to glance down... but even the motion of the cloth seems to cause a reaction and she twitches in her chair, her full ass grinding against it a bit as her hips move, her teeth worrying her lower lip lightly.\n\n"Uh," you murmur, your own face coloring as you stare. "What did you...?"\n\n"A little spell for breast sensitivity. Pleasurable sensitivity, that is. It's fairly low-level and uses a glowing rune... but I hid that on the back of her knee, the spell's duration will be up long before she or anyone else has a chance to see it," your mother replies in an amused tone, watching Mrs. Nguyen shiver in place and doing her best to gather up her things without moving her chest too much. "But as you can see she's about to... yup, there she goes, small boobgasm," your mother adds with a little giggle as the Asian woman's lips part and her eyes close, a little shuddery breath obviously getting sucked in. After that she's more flushed than ever as she quickly grabs her bags and leaves her lunch on the table, doing her best to walk stiff-backed and with as little movement as possible, though that and her obviously shaky legs make her gait a bit unsteady...\n\n... and lead her to run full-on into a pair of boys your age as they come off of the escalators. Their shoulders collide with her thrust-out chest and she gives a shout of partial shock, partial outrage, and a <i>lot</i> orgasm as she stumbles back and drops to her ass on the floor. Quite a few people are staring now, the boys looking confused and mortified as they try to apologize, only for her to leap to her feet and grab each one by a wrist, leaving her bags as she drags them off loudly vowing to give them a chewing-out about watching where they're going.\n\n"More like a sucking off," your mother says with a small snicker. "Lucky boys, I bet she hasn't wrapped those puppies around Mr. Nguyen's cock in years, now she's going to spend the rest of the day having them titfuck her, most likely."\n\n"G-geez, all that from one little rune?"\n\n"Magic is one of those things that's more about how cleverly you apply a specific magic spell than the power and bredth of the spell itself, most of the time. Oh sure you can do huge, broad-ranging, even world-changing spells if you want... well, once you learn how. But more often it's about being smart with using the smaller ones. Now, since you're new to it, Jamie dear, you'll probably mostly be limited to cantrips and simple rune spells... and unlike me you won't be able to runemark from a distance, you'll have to touch the object or person in question. But your magic is like a muscle, the more you flex it and work it the stronger it will become. So! Why don't we head home, and I'll dig up one of my old books for you?"\n\nOn studying the book you find that you retain all the information it has to give you easily... it's like your brain just wants to absorb magical knowledge and you can do it after practically skimming the pages. A lot of what the book has to offer is simple runes with a variety of affects that can be added together. And apparently it's pretty easy to make new ones since the margins and empty spots have new runes doodled into them (including the 'boobgasm' rune that your mother apparently used on Mrs. Nguyen). Some of them are more mundane, used in conjunction with each other to set up greater effects, either temporarily or permanently. While the book mostly talks about figuring out how to stack the effects yourself, there's also a nice selection of examples, including one to turn a mirror into a scrying portal. It only works on either places you've been before or people and things that have absorbed parts of your own magic...\n\n... but you have used Maya's shower before. And the first night you can't really help yourself, tuning your bedroom mirror to her shower and keeping an eye on it out of the corner of your vision. Once Maya steps in, you turn to watch your friend shower, her movements and manner showing she's completely unaware of your viewing. It's not the sexy soaping-up and display of her body that you've seen in some late-night made-for-cable movies... well, right up until she slips a hand between her legs and starts to rub, her lips parting in silent moans as her other hand comes up to one of her perky tits. Moaning yourself, you sit back in your chair and fish out your full foot-plus of demon-enhanced prick, stroking yourself as you watch your childhood friend do a quick, efficient job of getting herself off in the shower. Afterwards you're not nearly as ashamed of yourself as it seems like you should be... maybe your mother was right about your lineage affecting your morality.\n\nOf course, speaking of things your mother said... "Uh, what's this?" you ask a few days after first getting the book, pointing to one of the margin-note sketches towards the back of the book with a frown.\n\n"Hm?" She leans in to look, then laughs. "Oh! That thing, I forgot about it!"\n\n"You forgot about a rune array that will let me have sex with a girl without destroying her mind?!"\n\n"The section for incubus-specific spells wasn't really applicable to me, dear, so I never paid close attention to it when it was my book, I'm sorry." She takes the book and eyes the diagram and notes more closely. "But there are still a few drawbacks anyway. It has to be in a very obvious, visible place, specifically right on their stomach, and it glows red when you're fucking them. It's also fairly permanent, apparently, without expending considerable magical energy to remove it. So yes, you could use it on a girl and fuck them... but they'll almost certainly know you're doing it. Even fuck-addled by your aura, most girls are probably going to have some questions if they wind up with a glowing tattoo on their stomach."\n\nSighing, you nod as you take back the book. "So basically any girl I use this on, I'd have to tell I'm part demon."\n\n"Or have them so thoroughly enthralled that if you tell them not to worry about it they won't, but then I suppose that's pretty much the same thing." Your mother shrugs, turning back to her preparation for your father's welcome home dinner. "Anyway, dear, I'm going to spend the rest of the night pleasuring your father's cock in a number of delightful ways, so if you're not interested in being home for that you might want to go out. I don't mind you spending the night over at a friend's even if there is school tomorrow, I'm sure Kevin or Maya's parents wouldn't mind giving you a ride to school. Especially now. But if you don't mind some noise, feel free to just keep your door closed. Or watch, or join in," she adds cheerfully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Kevin's.|QOFam]]\n\n[[Go to Maya's.|QOFam]]\n\n[[Stay home.|QOFam]]

Whoa. The idea of being, well... King of the Fairies (kinda sorta, apparently)? ... Okay the phrasing of that might just barely pass the giggle test. But still, it sounds like a pretty cushy deal. And Tania is... well, Tania is amazingly gorgeous, and you kind of have to admit that you wouldn't mind getting to hang out with the only fairy that seems to have a fairly solid head on her shoulders. You kind of have to wonder if that's why she made the offer too... it must be a little lonely being the only even-tempered person in a land where 'ooo shiny!' is the default. "I mean... if you really want <i>me</i> as your King Consort, Queen Tania, then... I guess I'd be honored to accept that position."\n\n"Excellent," Tania replies, just a bit too quickly for her otherwise perfectly refined manner. "Then we should begin at once." She rises from the throne and strides forward, her cape of golden hair swaying behind her as she moves to take your hand. "Alina, you have Meadow Duty, do you not?"\n\n"Awwwwww!"\n\n"You must not set aside your duties," Tania says evenly, though from the steadily stoking fire in her golden eyes you can guess that her proclamation has more to do with wanting you all to herself for awhile than scheduling propriety. "You will get to see Eric later."\n\n"Well okay then! Bye, Queen Tania! Bye, Eric!" Alina chirps as she turns and practically skips out of the throne room.\n\n"So, um-" You start, then yelp a bit as the queen rather abruptly hauls on you, pulling with you as she strides towards and down a hallway leading off from the throne room. Though her stride is elegant and measured, she's managing to hurry despite it, the quickness of those elegant movements making her rather more generous than the average fairy's breasts and rear bounce with every step. Her zeal to breed and the sight of that soon has you stiff and throbbing in your jeans, making it just a little uncomfortable to walk, but you manage to keep up with her (not that she's giving you much choice). Every so often you pass more fairies in the skimpy golden attire of her guard, standing at perfect attention at intervals.\n\n"It's been quite some time since I was with a male fairy, you know," Queen Tania says evenly, though you can pick up a faint undercurrent of breathiness in her voice. It might have something to do with her obviously glistening pussy, and the dewdrop-like trickles of wetness sliding down her thighs, glistening with almost rainbow-like sparkles of light. "I would very much like to spend several hours simply sucking your balls, reveling in the smoothness of them on my tongue, feeling them move as I sucked them against my lips, running my hands along strong thighs. I would love to feel your prick between my breasts, looking up to see a beautiful fairy man as he worked himself against my tits to his completion, spilling himself all over my face and marking me with the sign of his climax. And I would very, very much like to feel a male fairy's smooth, perfect hands stroking my waist, gripping my hips, perhaps even delivering adoringly brutal blows to my buttocks as he thrust into my quivering pucker."\n\nYou swallow hard, your cock going from 'throbbing' to 'aching' at her little litany, actually starting to feel wetness spreading around the head from the amount of pre you're now soaking into your underwear. "Y-yeah?"\n\n"Most certainly," Tania agrees with gentle vehemence as the two of you approach a large set of golden doors. They swing open ahead of you, revealing an opulent bedroom done primarily in shades of gold with accents here and there of other colors, generally an iridescent mixture of them that flickers against the brightness. The room is certainly dominated by a four-poster bed, which is probably in itself the size of a decently-sized bedroom in most of the places you've been in. Standing at each corner of it is a fairy guard, none of them so much as blinking as Tania leads you over to the bed, then half-pulls, half-pushes you onto your back on it, her hands grabbing for your jeans. Though she deftly undoes them, the speed with which she does it makes it feel more like them being torn open, your cock springing upward and swaying at an angle above your belly as she hauls your jeans and underwear off. "However, all of that must come later. First and foremost, you must impregnate me. All other forms of enjoyment must wait until that has been fulfilled."\n\n"R-right." You stare as Tania gives a flit of her elaborate, butterfly-like golden wings, the movements sending flickers of rainbow colors shimmering across them like the surface of a soap bubble. But that single flit of her wings is enough to lift her up and bring her back down, now straddling your lap, her dripping, impressively hot pussy actually resting against your balls. You shiver and let out a moan as her delicate hands wrap around your cock, gently stroking it, even the slightest motions so incredibly skilled that you can't believe you don't cum then and there. But maybe that's the point... and you're shocked to find that, yes, you could get a bit harder, your cock growing just a little longer and thicker, practically visibly vibrating with every beat of your heart. Starting to feel lightheaded, you glance around. "Ah... w-what about them?" you ask, your voice coming out strained. "Won't they want to... join in?"\n\n"Ah, worry not about my loyal guards," Tania coos, glittering golden eyes now dancing with wickedness as she looks down at you. "Since fairies are naturally unserious and prone to losing focus, those who volunteer for periods in my Royal Guard wear magical helmets that instill absolute focus and obedience. They could watch us fuck for hours and not so much as become wet without my say-so. Which you will see them do very shortly. Because now..." Her lips finally part, that facade of calm starting to crack, her smile becoming wilder as she lifts herself up and forward, large tan breasts wobbling lightly above your face as she guides your prick to her sopping entrance, little trickles of glittering, rainbow arousal running down the length of your cock. "For the first time in over a thousand years, it is time that I was knocked up!"\n\nWith that rather unqueenly phrasing, she thrusts herself down, burying your cock in her to the hilt. You gasp loudly and thrust up against her, lifting your ass off the bed and raising her up some as well. Alina felt so good around you, but this... this is beyond anything you could have imagined! She's so hot inside that it seems like it should almost be uncomfortable, and yet it's nothing but pleasurable. She's so wet that it almost feels like your cock is drowning, but if it is you want to drown more than anything in your life. She's squeezing around you so hard and yet so gently, those perfect, soft, firm, smooth, textured inner walls working you almost as skillfully as her hand did. You grasp her hips, but are unable to do anything more than hold them as she begins riding atop you, those beautiful butterfly wings flicking a little with every movement, her full, perfect brown breasts bouncing above you, her beautiful, elegant face flushed with parted lips and blazingly lustful eyes as she scorches you with her gaze. It feels like you should have started cumming instantly, but instead you can feel yourself being held at the edge, even building the tiniest bit higher with it with every stroke of those round tan hips.\n\n"Not yet," she rasps, tone a sultry and wicked echo of her normal refined tones. "Not yet, I won't let you yet, not after all this time, I'll make you build it up, I'll make you give me more than you've ever given anyone, I'll make you give me enough to satisfy a thousand years without a beautiful fairy cock, my love!"\n\nYou have no idea how she's actually making you hold back from cumming, but you're apparently at her mercy completely. It dawns on you that this is what it means to be Tania's King... she owns you. She controls you. She may not own your thoughts or your mind, but your body... she'll decide what you do with it. She'll decide when you cum. At the moment, as desperate as you are for release, the feeling of just almost cumming in that heavenly, devilish pussy of hers constantly is more than enough to make you wish for absolutely nothing else in the world. Almost without thinking, your hands slide up, grabbing those full breasts and squeezing them, her quick, eager riding getting all the moreso as you do. Your brain settles into a pleasure-fogged place where time has no meaning... it's not just that you're not sure how long Tania fucks you, but as if she's always been fucking you, as if you've never known anything else but the sound of her queenly, whorish moans and shuddering gasps, the feel of her pussy wrapped around your cock, the motion of her warm, perfect body above you. And when she finally does let you cum, it just seems to keep going, pouring out of you like a geyser, a waterfall, a neverending river, an orgasm that seems to last years, your body shuddering and arching against her as you feel like you're gushing out your very soul into her, and getting just as much back in the soaking torrent of her own climax that gushes across your balls, lap, and thighs.\n\nBut if you thought that was going to be the end of things, you're quickly proven wrong. As you start coming back to your senses, you can see Tania above you, obviously shivering in lingering delight herself... then leaning forward, your cock sliding out of her with a slight dribble of cum escaping. She prowls forward, the mixture of grace and desire causing her movements to be like those of some predatory feline as she prowls forward further towards the center of the bed, that long golden hair parting around her back and trailing along the covers as she moves, displaying her round ass and that supernaturally perfect pussy to you as she moves. All it takes is the briefest glance over her shoulderfor you to be up and moving into place behind her, this time taking over the task of guiding yourself to her entrance and pushing inside her, your hands gripping her slender waist as your hips begin pounding against her, slapping against that divine ass and making it jiggle.\n\n"Yes, yes, breed me!" the gracious Queen of the Fairies moans pleadingly, rocking back against you to make the impacts against her ass strike all the more firmly, her full brown breasts swaying wildly under her. "Breed your queen! Breed my goddess-cunt like I was some mindless bitch in heat, my animal-king!"\n\nAll you have to answer her divine lewdness with is more moans as you indeed rut her like a dog, leaning forward to put your hands on the bed as well, feeling her tits brush and bounce against the sides of your arms as you focus on fucking her as fast and hard as you can, your only thought as you have sex with this miniature goddess being to knock her up, to fill her with your children, to propagate your species like the lowest and brainless bug on the planet, to fill her cunt with your cum over and over again until she's heavy and gravid like any farm cow.\n\nAfter that everything is just one long blur of pleasure, of various positions, Tania's voice by turns sweet, lewd, demanding, and pleading as you pour load after load into her in your attempts to breed, all the while with those four virtually-naked guards standing stoically at the corners of the bed, silent observers to their queen alternately declaring her domination over all of existence and begging to be treated like a domesticated animal. You're not even sure when it becomes too much for you and you finally sink out of your pseudo-mindless state of arousal and down into sleep. But when you come to, you're laying serenely in the bed with your head on the absolutely perfect pillows, your body clean and bare, and a sense of warmth and softness at your side, a gentle pressure wandering across your chest. You turn your head to find Tania pressed to your side, bare breasts pillowing against you, one finger tracing patterns on your well-defined torso. "Good morning," she says evenly, her smile regal, and yet with the echo of wickedness you now know very well hidden behind it for only you to see.\n\n"Morning," you reply, unable to help blushing a little.\n\n"That was quite the experience. I hope I didn't overwhelm you, but then as I said... it's been a very, very long time," she continues, smiling wider.\n\n"I mean... you definitely overwhelmed me, but I can't say I mind," you answer, starting to grin as well.\n\n"You did very well, and I am now pregnant with what will be our firstborn," Queen Tania adds. Her golden eyes sparkle mischievously at your obvious shock. "I am Queen of the Fairies, Eric my love... I ought to know when I'm good and bred."\n\n"R-right. It's just... a bit to take in."\n\n"You had best become used to it," Tania says as she draws away from you, flitting her wings so that she can lift off the bed and flutter over it to land beside it, with you doing the same a moment later on the assumption she expects you to follow. "While it was most important to perpetuate the royal line... which is why I also helped things along a bit with a few minor spells... there must be a broader injection of new blood into the fairy race. You will need to breed with a number of other fairies of my choosing, as well."\n\nShe pauses, obviously considering, then her eyes glitter like the gold they resemble again. "Ah! It occurs to me that we have a very convenient method for that we can begin with right away! My royal guard is selected from those fairies who are in the best health and of the fittest physical nature. Obviously they would be an obvious place to start with. Guards!" she adds with a light clap of her hands, the quartet at the edges of the bed all straightening a bit more. "Line up at the side of the bed, spears away!"\n\nYou're still struggling to catch up to this development as, moving in perfect, military-regimented movements, the four guards converge on the side of the bed you and Tania are standing near. They release their spears, the golden lengths disappearing in flickers of light like dandelion puffs being blown away, then stand there, almost shoulder-to-shoulder, waiting.\n\n"Loincloths off!"\n\nNow moving in near-perfect unison, all four reach to their left side and work a small catch at the sides of the scalemale loincloths, allowing them to loosen and drop to the floor at their feet, baring each of them's smooth pussies, their hands immediately going back to their sides.\n\n"Present!"\n\nAgain, as if they were all being issued commands from the same remote control, the four guards turn to the left on the balls of their feet, then lean forward to place their hands on the bed, jutting their bare asses towards you, those smooth, clean pussies all displayed in a row.\n\n"Become wet!"\n\nThough you wouldn't think that such a thing would be possible to do on command, all four of the helmeted fairies' pussies instantly begin to glisten, droplets of arousal quickly starting to roll down their inner thighs.\n\n"There," Tania says in satisfcation, turning to you with a smile. "Now, my king, if you would put that magnificent cock of yours to work?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, my Queen!|MFairy1x2]]\n\n[[Uhhhh, you're not sure about this...|MFairy]]

Hey, y'gotta say, there's something to be said for absolute obedience! Grinning, you move to the leftmost guard fairy where she's bent over the bed. Wrapping a hand around your prick, you rub the tip of your prick up and down her slit, seeing if there are any of the typical fairy-ish responses you've come to expect... wiggling, giggling, jiggling, any of that. But there's not so much as a peep, just stoic silence, the fairy staring straight ahead at the wall as you tease at her. Shrugging a little, you thrust into her and grab hold of her hips, starting to pump into her hard and fast. You glance down the row of the other four, grinning a little as you reach out to the side, dipping two fingers into the adjoining guard's dripping cunt, then moving them up to push into her asshole instead. You continue to toy with her to please yourself, fingering her holes and even occasionally smacking one or the other's ass, all while they stair straight ahead, as focused on the wall as they are their own duties.\n\n"I must admit, it is quite amusing to see the silly little bitches getting fucked in this context," Tania adds with a soft laugh, moving up behind one of the other guards and repeating your original motion, albeit with three fingers, stroking and twisting them in the unreacting guard's tight rear hole once they've been lubed up. "I've never put my guards in a sexual situation before, seeing the tittering twits still so serious and solemn when they're getting their holes pounding is quite a sight."\n\nYou don't have <i>quite</i> that strength of feeling, but then you haven't been putting up with the 'silly little bitches' for a thousand years. Since you realize you really have no one to impress here, you indulge yourself in cumming whenever you want, unlike Tania choosing for you all last night. The moment your orgasm builds, you yank the guard fairy back against you and let out a moan as you spill your load deep inside her, the helmeted girl not so much as blinking as you do your best to impregnate her. Slipping out of her, you waste no time in sidling to the side and thrusting into the next guard, starting to fuck her with just as much reckless abandon as you'd use with any sex toy. Of course this time you have a guard on either side to play with, squeezing their pert asses, smacking them, playing with their holes. Tania has fallen back to settle in a chair nearby, legs spread wide as she watches you, apparently getting off on you fucking the obediently stoic guard fairies and using them like so many realdolls. You fuck the second, then the third, then the fourth, dumping a load in each of them and moving on without so much as a 'thank you'. Once you've stepped back to admire your work, that being the row of presented pussies with dribbles of cum dripping out of them, Tania suddenly swoops in, grabbing you and tumbling with you onto the bed, leaving the four bent over and expressionlessly watching your lovemaking with the queen with your cum still oozing down their thighs.\n\nAfter a much abbreviated version of the previous day's revels, Tania bids you spend the day relaxing and enjoying yourself while she sees to other things. So, not really bothering with pants again, you stroll nude through the hallways, taking in the sights of artwork and architecture, and of course the fairy guards. Knowing now that they simply won't care (or pounce you), whenever you see one with a nice body you amble over and play with them a bit, tweaking their nipples or rubbing their hips, or slipping your fingers into their pussy, all while they stare forward without acknowledging your molestation. You lounge in the gardens, rather more typical fairy servants bringing you drinks and food, one of said maids dilligently and rather more enthusiastically sucking your cock for several hours while you sip wine and eat grapes and cheese. Eventually Tania sends word that she'll be too busy overnight to share your bed, so with a bit of a shrug you turn in.\n\nWhen you get up in the morning, breakfast is waiting, and you're informed that once you're done, the Queen is waiting for you on the 'review field'. You also notice that the golden-helmeted fairy guards are absent from the bedroom. Making your way there, you find that it's an extremely long, broad, flat-topped branch, easily the length of several football fields. You're a bit surprised at the sight of the fairy guards standing shoulder-to-shoulder, hands at their sides and backs straight, obviously at attention. Tania is sitting on a throne with what looks like a golden spider statue for a base, grinning as she spots you. "There you are, my King. I have some wonderful news! All four of the guards you fucked last night have been confirmed as pregnant." At your mild shock, she laughs. "Yes, indeed! It appears the spell on their helmets makes their bodies quite obedient as well! So those guards have been rotated into the inactive roster, and the next four fairies due for guard duty brought in and given helmets. You now see the full 100 fairies of my royal guard assembled. And it will be your duty for the day... to knock up each and every one."\n\nWith that, she raises her voice. "Guards! About face!" Moving in just as close to unison as the four did previously, 100 fairies immediately spin around to face away. "Present!" With that, almost more in a steady wave starting from the first and moving on, the fairy guards bend forward and grab their own ankles, leaving their bare asses and pussies displayed and waiting. "Become wet!" And now, as far as you can see, their cunts start dripping, glistening with arousal in the morning sun shining down through the tree's branches. Tania smirks at your steadily growing smile as her legs slowly part, a hand sliding between them. "Well? To work, my King."\n\nNodding eagerly, your cock stiff and eager to begin, you move up to the first fairy guard in line and give her ass a preliminary smack, which doesn't make her so much as rock in place even though her pert rear jiggles a little, before grabbing her waist and starting to pump into her. The very thought that there's ninety-nine more pussies waiting for you to fuck them, dripping and eager even as the fairies they're attached to stare at the ground, stokes you higher than even the feel of the hot, sodden cunt wrapped around you, and it's only a handful of thrusts before you're dumping your load into her. Not bothering to take time to enjoy the afterglow, you pull out of her and take a step to the side, then start thrusting into the next fairy guard, your hips slapping her raised rear. A glance over your shoulder shows Tania watching and eagerly frigging herself, clearly enjoying the show, her motions slow and steady enough to show that she's settled in for an all day affair.\n\nAnd so it goes, you moving down the line of stoic, unresponsive fairy guards, fucking their dripping pussies for as short or long a time as you like, knowing that each time you pour a nice thick load of boyfairy cum into them, you're knocking them up. After the first, there's always a fairy on either side to play with, toying with them freely and indulging yourself in their bodies, knowing they'll never utter so much as a grunt of complaint. You slide your thumbs into the ass of the one you're currently fucking and grip her asscheeks with your hands, and she doesn't so much as grimace as you use her asshole for a better grip while fucking her and knocking her up. Glancing to the right, you see a line of fairies still almost as far as you can see, all bent over and waiting for your seed like the obedient toy soldiers they are. To your left stretches a nearly as long line of still bent-over guards, each of their knocked-up pussies still dripping with your cum. Tania all the while fingers herself while watching you fuck and impregnate her loyal guards, the slender golden legs of her throne moving her along behind you.\n\nSlowly, steadily, you approach the end of the line. The sun has long since set, the review field lit now by numerous fireflies that have alit in the branches. Behind you, ninety-nine impregnated fairies still grip their ankles, waiting on permission to straighten up. You pause just briefly in the midst of pushing into the last guard... both the look of this ass and the feel of her pussy are faintly familiar, though obviously you've had a number of others today to the point they all blended together a bit. Still, you pull out briefly and glance down at the tilted face, to see Alina, uncharacteristically solemn and serious, staring towards the ground. Aw, how nice for her, her turn as a fairy guard came up! Smirking, you push back into her, only bothering with a few thrusts before using her as a cumdump and knocking her up... you've already had her pussy plenty, after all.\n\nSomehow you doubt your queen will let you go wanting for fresh guards on a regular basis, on this occasion.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|MFairy1xEnd]]

You try to call up your inventory, and find you can basically 'sense' as much as see a window that does pretty much whatever you want, allowing you to search for anything like a collar.\n\nYeah, looks like you have a good handful of things that would work. So let's see... you have some actual dog collars, and also some jewelry and stuff. Oh, right... you guess that might make a difference, huh? Even if not in the actual workings of the collar, but in how it's seen.\n\nLike, if you just want to make her your slave... ... and maybe dominate and humiliate her... then sure, a dog collar would be perfect. Hm, but what if you wanted to, say... marry her and take over her kingdom? People might think it's kind of weird if their princess is wearing a dog collar, so if you were gonna aim for that sort of stuff, maybe one of the classy golden chokers would be better.\n\n<hr>\n[[Dog collar.|QODK]]\n\n[[Golden choker.|QODK]]

It's pretty obvious things have taken a really weird turn at this point... but you're too entranced by staring at Rei to care. "You're... beautiful," you murmur.\n\n"Mmf." She actually blushes at that, reaching up a hand to tap at her cheek and glancing aside bashfully... before she grins and slips onto the bed beside you. "Well thank you," she murmurs, leaning in to press her lips to yours in a sweet, soft kiss... that quickly turns hot, wet, and deep as she presses her tongue into your mouth and starts swirling it around yours. You shiver softly, moaning into your mouth as your first kiss turns out to be such a positively pornographic one. Almost tentatively you reach out to wrap a hand around her pretty, stiff girlcock, feeling Rei moan softly into your own mouth as you start stroking it. The skin is so soft and perfect, like silk stretched over steel as you stroke, your other hand coming up to gently fondle one of her large breasts as her gloved hands run over your back and sides.\n\nBut soon she brings one of those hands up and pushes, gently but firmly, on your head, urging you to break the kiss and move downward. You quickly find yourself looking right at that long futa fuckstick, watching it twitch gently at the touch of your hot breath. Still, it's obvious what she wants you to do, and whatever objections you had to actually sucking a cock melt away as you place your lips against the shaft, rolling your tongue against it. "Mm, oh that's really nice," Rei moans softly as she leans her head back, her hand stroking up and down your back as you start placing those sucking-licking "kisses" up and down her shaft. "You're a real natural at sucking dick, Eric," she moans adoringly, making you flush in a mixture of embarrassment and pride. Still, it definitely urges you on, and you slide down to start sucking and licking at her balls, finding them smooth and soft and smelling more like cherries and lavender bodywash than any muskiness or sweatiness. \n\nSoon Rei's squeezing and rubbing your asscheeks as you ply your tongue and lips over her sack and shaft, her half-lidded eyes watching your face as your enthusiasm for sucking girldick steadily grows. About the time you actually slide your mouth over the tip of it and start bobbing your head, she slips two fingers into your ass, lazily stroking them in and out, curling and wiggling them as you moan around her prick. One of your hands fondles her balls as you work yourself further down her shaft, the other resting on her flat, smooth belly as you suck. You gag some as her cock pushes into your throat, but you've taken it gradually enough and just want to please her so badly that you manage to keep going, sliding her prick down your throat as she gently fingerfucks your ass.\n\nYou're starting to wonder what you're going to do if she actually cums in your throat or mouth when you find out she's apparently got other plans. Rei urges your head up again and maneuvers you down to lay on your belly on the bed, your cock trapped between your stomach and the soft sheets. "How nice of you to get yourself all lubed up and ready for me," she coos as she settles herself on top of you, her tits pressing against her shoulders and her body settling over yours as she shifts around, getting herself into place. Then you're letting out a long, low moan as an actual cock, hot and throbbing and very alive, pushes into your ass. You were pretty sure when you were stroking and sucking it, but feeling it stretch you out even more and slide even deeper than the dildo pretty well confirms she's much bigger than you are, her cock longer and harder and thicker than your own where it's pressed beneath you. You feel her smooth, feminine balls press up against your own sack as she finishes pushing all the way in, settling her weight gently atop you while keeping herself up with her forearms and knees so as not to squash you completely. Then she begins pumping her hips up and down, bouncing you gently against the bed, letting your cock rub against the sheets and your back press against her tits as she fucks you.\n\n"Your ass feels so good," Rei coos in your ear, her breath warm and her voice sweet as she pumps into you, making you whimper softly with pleasure. "You're so tight and hot around me, baby, I really love fucking you." She nips at your earlobe, making you shudder and almost cum right there, your cock smearing pre over the sheets and your ass squeezing around her. "Mmmn! Oh, oh fuck, that felt so good, the way your ass fluttered around me when I did that," Rei moans eagerly, nipping your ear a few more times as you writhe under her. \n\nOf course with your apparently naturally talented blowjob earlier, it actually doesn't take Rei long, and soon she's thrusting down into you, pressing in tightly, her sweet, completely feminine moan enveloping your ears as her cock throbs and shudders inside you, pumping a hot, thick load of cum deep into your ass. Your own eyes roll a little, and you let out a slightly choked whimper as your ass squeezes down around her throbbing, gushing length, your own cock twitching below your belly and smearing your own load all over it and the sheets. Rei's soft, sweet breath rushes against your neck and ear as her bdoy shivers a little every so often above you, her little shifts and jostles moving her cock inside you and rubbing her tits against your back, her whole body enveloping you with that sweet, girlish scent of her bodywash.\n\nFinally though she kisses your ear, obviously having calmed down a little bit to judge from her gentler, more deliberately sensuous writhe atop you. "Mm, that was really nice. I think I could get hooked on you, Eric." She nuzzles in your hair gently, then hms. "Actually... that's not a bad idea..."\n\n"Mmmnf?" Still not entirely coherent from the intense orgasm, you look over your shoulder at her.\n\n"Well, you don't have anywhere to go, right?" she asks. At your small nod, she grins. "Why not stay here? You can help out around the place, do chores, run errands for me, help out with various things. I'll keep you fed and clothed... and stuffed full of girlcock on a regular basis," she adds with a little giggle, shimmying her hips and making you gasp. "What do you say?"\n\nYou consider for a brief few moments, but can't really see a compelling path ahead of you where you say 'no'. The deal is just too good, as sudden and strange as it might be. "Yeah, okay, I'm in!"\n\n"Mm, glad to hear it. Ah... although, I guess I should ask... anything you want extra out of this, Eric? Any 'tweaks' to the arrangement?" Even as she says it she's snuggling in a bit atop you, laying her head on yours as she relaxes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Nope, you're good.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Whatever would make her happy.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[If she could... dominate you.|HLSenshi]]

Boy those titles kinda get less and less subtle as they go on, don't they? Still, you remember that cartoon series, the characters were pretty hot, and all around your own age or a bit older. Maybe this is the way to go. You fly up to the tower displaying that title and press a hand against it, then yelp as two parts of the screen stretch out, forming into hands that grab you and yank you through the surface.\n\nYou find yourself hovering between a long row of rectangular columns, which seem to contain costumes suspended inside with little labels below them to help indicate who they belong to. You suppose now that you've chosen a game to inhabit, you have to choose a character. You float along, glancing at the little cards and their short descriptions.\n\n[[Starfire|TTSStart]] - Wacky Alien <s>Sexpot</s> Princess\n\n[[Raven|TTRStart]] - Uncheered Emo Kid Telekinetic\n\n[[Beast Boy|TTBBStart]] - Trying-Too-Hard Shapeshifter Dude\n\n[[Robin|TTRobStart]] - Broody Rich Kid\n\n[[Mimic|TTMStart]] - Material-Copying OC Guy\n\n[[Bombshell|TTBStart]] - Powerhouse Female OC\n\n[[Trapmaster|TTTMStart]] - Pretty Villain OC\n\n[[Aquaduct|TTAStart]] - Moist Villainess OC\n\n[[Rook|RookStart]] - Demonic Villain-ess OC

Kira blinks. "Wait, what? I told you to throw-"\n\nShe cuts herself off with a gasp, dropping backwards before catching herself on her hands, hips lifting and jerking forward as a bulge starts to form in her panties. It grows incredibly rapidly, a pair of fat brown balls quickly starting to overflow the little purple leopard-print panties, and a thickening shaft pressing the front of them out. Your eyes widen as you watch the panties stretch further and further, then abruptly snap as the prick they're trying to contain simply grows too big. In a matter of seconds the fully-formed fuckpole is jutting up in the air, wobbling back and forth a bit with Kira's shudders, matching the pudding-like jiggle of her tits.\n\n"Hhhhhaaa... hhhaaaa..." Kira looks down the valley of her breasts at her new dick, eyes a little glazed. You have to admit you're staring too... if anything, it's bigger than you imagined it might be. You expected it to be of a size comparable to her tits, and it certainly is that... in fact it looks like without much effort she could probably bend herself down and wrap her tits around her own prick for a very personal paizuri experience. "Y-you... you little slut... you threw... oh fuuuck it's throbbing," Kira groans, raising her eyes to look up at you.\n\nThe flash in them is the only warning you get before she grabs you and yanks you towards her, hauling you onto the bed and then shoving you forward into her lap, rubbing your cheek against that huge tan shaft. "So this is what you wanted, huh? Decided you wanted <i>me</i> to be the man? That's it, huh?" You make a muffled sound of protest as she shoves your head down and presses your face against her balls, grinding you in against them some. Gripping her fingers in your hair, she yanks your head back up some to look at her. "Is that what you want, huh, you little slut?" she growls, though there's a hint of a purr in there as well. \n\n"I... I just... it was an impulse, I dunno, I-" you stammer, your face red, your body tingling and shivering lightly.\n\n"Well if you've decided you wanna be the girl and I should be the man, I'm gonna go all the way! Open your mouth, whore. I said open. Your. Mouth," she almost-snarls, then smirks when after a brief hesitation you obediently part your lips wide. She immediately moves your head and shoves your mouth down over that thick prick, your eyes widening as she starts shoving you up and down roughly on it, almost immediately starting to force it into your throat, leaving you gagging and gasping. "See? This is what you get when you give me a cock, slut, I'm gonna use it on you however I want. I won't even give a fuck about you getting off, if that's what you want. But I bet you will anyway, <i>won't you</i>?" she snaps as she yanks your pants down around your knees on the words, baring your ass and pussy. She grabs your ass with her free hand as she continues to force your mouth further and further down on her cock with the other, squeezing it and giving it a little shake, then several none-too-gentle slaps. "Yeaaaah, this is what you really wanted, to be treated like one of my whores, huh? Missed your chance earlier but decided you'd go for it if I had a nice big prick to fuck you with, didn't you?"\n\nYour eyes roll some as she keeps shoving you down over and over, her cock sliding deeper down your bulged-up throat every time. Part of you is still trying to deny what she's saying, to assure yourself that it was some spur of the moment random thought, a mistake you'd take back if you could. And yet amidst your loud quagging in your own ears, you can hear cock-muffled moans from your own stretched throat, and feel your hips arch eagerly every time she smacks you. You cum a little for the first time as a girl when she directs one of those slaps right on your sodden pussy, shaking your hips lewdly as you mindlessly and silently beg for more. About the time your lips finally touch around the root of her prick, she takes to holding you down there for long moments as she shoves two fingers in your asshole and fucks you with them, not letting you up until you start squirming and bucking for air. And then only long enough to let you drag in a deep breath through your nose before she's fucking your face hard and fast again, building up to another of those long holds.\n\nFinally she yanks you up and off of her, at the same time tossing you onto your back on the bed. She stands up and hauls you over to the edge of it, then rips open your shirt, setting your full tits jiggling and wobbling as you lay in place, bared before her, panting and red-faced, your lips, cheeks, and chin smeared with a mixture of your own saliva and her copious pre. She flops her cock along the front of your crotch and belly, smirking at you as she undoes her bra and completely frees her big tan tits. "They're bigger than yours, huh?" \n\n"Y-yes," you gasp, staring up at her with glazed eyes.\n\n"And how about this, huh?" She uses her fingertips to lift her heavy, girthy prick and slaps it lightly against your belly a few times. "Bigger than yours when you were a guy?"\n\n"... M-... much bigger," you admit with a little whimper, squirming needfully beneath her.\n\n"Well I guess we both know what that makes you, huh?" Still smirking, Kira draws her hips back, pressing the large, thick tip of her huge prick up against your entrance, pressing the lips of your pussy apart. Your brain starts to rebel, and you begin trying to stammer out for her to wait, even as she declares, "My <i><b>bitch</b></i>!"\n\nOn the word, she thrusts forward hard, completely burying that immense cock inside you, instantly bulging up your otherwise flat belly with the outline of it. Your eyes roll and your tongue juts out, back arching and fists clenching in the sheets as you instantly cum harder than you'd ever imagined you could, your whole body shuddering and twitching like a leaf with the sheere intensity of the pleasure rocking along your nerves. Grabbing your thighs in her hands, Kira begins pounding into you, making your tits bounce and wobble atop your chest from the impact, her balls swinging forward to slap against your ass. But lest you ever forget her superiority to you, even with that powerful, prodigious prick pounding your pussy, her own much bigger tits jiggle and bounce above you, reminding you that she's your superior in every way. You cum over and over again, even though it's not actually that long before she's thrusting forward to grind in against you as she moans loudly. Your mind almost snaps at the intensity of the feeling as you're flooded with cum, your pussy completely overflowing and leaving spurts of white leaking out all around her prick, pooling on your crotch and dribbling down your taint. 'I'm getting pregnant, I'm getting knocked up, I'm a knocked-up bitch, I'm a stupid fuckhole baby factory,' you find yourself mentally gibbering, a brainless smile on your face as your tongue flaps back and forth as Kira resumes slamming into you, churning up the massive load she dumped inside you and pressing it in even deeper.\n\nThe second time she cums in you, you forget completely about wanting to fight the Grandmaster to get the bracelet off and restore your manhood. When she flips you over onto all fours and slides into you from behind, grabbing your pigtail and spanking your ass as she fucks you with your tits swaying wildly under you, you stop caring completely about martial arts or any of your fiancees. When she starts telling you about how she intends to keep you barefoot and pregnant for the rest of your days, the orgasm you have drives any thoughts of ever seeing your family or friends again out of your head.\n\nAnd when, after cumming in you at least six times, she pulls out of you and plunges that cum-dripping fuckstick deep into your ass, finally claiming the last of your holes, your free will and desire to be anything but her good little bitch is completely destroyed.\n\nYou sure did lose that match way harder than you thought.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|FRanX23xEnd4]]

"I'm serious! Whatever you've done to Ranma, undo it and give him back!"\n\n"Kukuku," your totes amazeballs boyfriend chuckles in his totes awesome voice, arms folded over his chest. "I won the match fair and square! By default, sure, but that's still fair and square!"\n\n"Lolz, like, yeah!" you declare with a giggle, snuggling up to Cutter's side and rubbing your tits against him flagrantly. "So like, get lost, yanno, Akane!"\n\nAkane's scowl deepens, before she points at Cutter. "Okay, look, whatever stupid sort of weird martial arts contest this is, I'll take part in it! If Ranma could do it, I can too!"\n\nYou just bet she could. In fact, that gives even your magically bimbofied brain an idea. Once Cutter has gone through his presentation and handed Akane the bracelet, you lean in to whisper in his ear. "Like, as soon as the match, yanno, starts, call her uncute, lolz."\n\nIt'll be nice to have another gyaru whore around. \n\n<b>Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon</b> End - <i>Cheat Penalty: Gyaru</i>

"WhaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa-!" Cutter yowls as he's sent flying into the sky, disappearing with a little sparkle. \n\n"Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon my ass," you mutter, lowering your hand, only to blink and look at it as there's a gonging sound.\n\n"<i>Violation of the rules,</i>" the bracelet's voice declares. "<i>Enforcing loss conditions with additional penalty.</i>"\n\n"Eh? Hey, whattaya mean-" Then you gasp as a shuddery feeling overcomes your body, making you hug your stomach and hunch forward a bit, your tits hanging down and wobbling under the loose fabric of your top. But it means you have a good view of them as they start to swell and grow, your eyes widening as the top clasps of your shirt pop open of their own accord to show your more generous cleavage... which is quickly turning a blatantly artificial tan color.\n\n"What's happening?" you groan, shuddering all over as your clothes continue to change along with your body... your hips and ass grow fuller and rounder as well, even as your pants slide up your legs, the black silk turning into cheap black plastic that hugs against you tightly, too short to completely cover your crotch. Of course they have more to show off by that time, your boxers already having mostly transformed into a bright neon purple G-string, the fabric thin and hugging up close enough to display the lips of your pussy near-constantly... a bit of a tug up on the skirt would probably reveal that the string back of the panties doesn't even cover the pucker of your asshole.\n\nYou continue to moan at the strange feeling of your clothes and body changing, though your moans are taking on a somewhat breathier, almost artificially sexual sound as the changes progress. Your shirt turns into a cheap white blouse, tying itself up under your breasts, a faint pinching feeling in your bellybutton heralding the appearance of two studs and a little chain dangling with tiny heart charms, more pinching feelings in your ears indicating they've become pierced too, not to mention the one in your tongue. Your scalp tickles as your hair gradually turns bottle-blonde and thick, your pigtail turning into a braid down your shoulder as the rest of your hair grows thick and over-teased down your back. There's even a heavy feeling on your face as a thick, overdone application of makeup appears, massive eyeshadow and brilliant lipstick accented by little charm-shaped gem stick-ons. You're forced to display both your enhanced chest and your big ass as your slippers mold around your feet and the heels raise into stilettos, just about the time that your nails turn long and elaborately painted and decorated.\n\n"Ohhhhh! A gyaru!" one of the punks cries, eyes sparkling.\n\n"A super skanky-looking whorey gyaru!" one of the others squeals.\n\n"Get lost, creeps!" Or at least, that's what you try to say. Instead what comes out is, "Lolz, totes!" You find yourself posing, lifting one foot up and looking through a V-sign with one eye, winking at the group. "Ohmigawd you guys are so totes amazeballs, lolz! Like, take me shopping, maybe, lolz, y'know? I'd be suuuuper, like, grateful, lolz!"\n\nSoon you're tucked away in the cheapest love motel any of them would shell out for, with your puffy, overpainted lips wrapped around a cock, leaving smears of cheap lipstick on it as you eagerly suck and gulp at it, your hips bucking up and down, those tiny purple panties pulled aside so that two more punks can fuck your ass and pussy. Your hands are wrapped around two more pricks, the little plastic jewels set in your nails glinting in the light of the colored bulbs, the cheap costume jewelry bracelets that were all it took to bribe you into a gangbang jangling lightly on your wrists. Several of them bump against the Jan-Ken-Pon bracelet, its stone glowing softly as it enforces your penalty... forever.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|FRanX23xEnd2]]

You snort a bit at the signs. Seriously? They're going to begrudge the lost sale of one or two pieces of candy? It's not like you're going to spit it back out into the bin or eat a pound of the stuff just to try it out. Sidling yourself a bit further between the aisles and keeping an ear out should whoever that is at the front decide to come check who's walked in, you glance around at the bins for good potential candies to sneak a piece of. Let's see, nothing in noisy or crinkly wrappers, nothing that's going to take forever to eat...\n\n<hr>\n[[Gummi Bear.|GGCandy1x2]]\n\n[[Gummi Worm.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[MILK duds.|GGCandy1bx1]]\n\n[["Pill" candy.|GGCandy1ax1]]\n\n[[Gum.|GGCandyPlaceholder]]

Hm, you do recall downloading quite a bit of Asian stuff. Some of it because it's authentically hot, some of it because some of the titles are absolutely hilarious. (When it's not something like just SVU-5738 or whatever.)\n\nYou see another list, this time of a mix of titles and filenames. \n\n[["What, Molested On A Train?! But This Schoolgirl Is a Mahou Shoujo!!"|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Ninja_In_Trouble_with_worm-clipx480.mp4|GGPorn]]\n\n[["In My Sexy Bikini, I Get Spartan Creampied!"|GGPorn]]\n\n[[GoldenButterSVI-007.avi|GGPorn]]\n\n[["I Dream Of Hot Lotion! So Hot! So Many!"|GGPorn]]\n\n[[666.mp4|GGPorn666x1]]

Shamefully, you roll over onto your front, your tits mashing against the tile before you wiggle your way up onto your knees, your ass shaking in the air like a bitch in heat as you get up onto your knees. You reach back with both hands, grabbing your own asscheeks and spreading them apart, fingers digging into the yielding flesh as you bare your vulnerable pucker to the horny, leering beastmen.\n\n"Yesss, that's right, you want your punishment, don't you?" the turkey sneers as he settles behind you, the tip of his cock nudging up against your asshole.\n\n"Y-yes, please, punish me," you whisper, then yelp as he smacks your ass hard with one of his wing-hands. Forcing yourself to raise your voice, you cry, "Punish my oppresser asshole! Please, punish me!" Then you yowl as his cock, lubed with your own girlcum, shoves forward into your hole. He grabs hold of your waist and starts thrusting hard, forcing more and more of that long, thick dick deep into your asshole. Soon his fat, feathery belly is rubbing over the top of your butt and onto your lower back as he settles into thrusting about four inches or so in and out, leaving the rest of his foot or more of bright yellow prick stroking inside of you. Once his hips start smacking against your fingers, you drop your hands to brace against the floor, but trying to raise up results in him shoving a hand against your head and pressing your cheek against the tile.\n\n"Stay as you are, you fucking cunt," he clucks with an audible smirk, putting a bit of extra strength into his thrusts, making sure that his balls slap against your wet pussy. "I like hearing you telling me what a worthless, apologetic bitch you are from down there!"\n\n"Unh! AH! I am, I am!" you gasp out as he pumps your ass roughly, your whole body jerking forward in reaction every time his leathery yellow sack spanks against the sodden outside of your cunt, dribbles of girlcum mixed with turkeycum sliding down your thighs. "I'm a stupid worthless holiday oppresser! Please! Please, ah, ah, fuck, punish my asshole!"\n\nHe does just that, pounding away with that surprising strength for his flabby, feathery body. He continues to rain verbal abuse on you, telling you how stupid and worthless and evil you are, and you echo it all back to him in every more enthusiastic tones as you further yield to the pleasure of their vengeful rape. After a good twenty minutes, without a word he pulls out of you and shuffles aside, leaving your asshole gaping slightly... which makes it all the easier for the pig to slide his cock right in and take over. He leans forward over you, his fat belly pressing into your back as he plants his hands atop yours and starts pumping away.\n\n"Hwnch! Snrk! That's right, from now on you'll get fucked by pigs instead of eating them! Won't you, fucking bitch?!" he demands, his floppy ears bouncing as he works into you, using short, almost rolling thrusts to rape your ass, making you cum within the first few strokes.\n\n"Ohhh fuck! Yes! I love fucking pigs, I'm a piggy bitch!" you squeal eagerly, your eyes rolling up as he pounds away at you. Your tongue lolls out and you start actively bucking your hips back against him, completely surrendering to the rapacious Thanksgiving personifications.\n\nOnce again, the two of them switch off after spending long, long intervals fucking you. The light outside gradually grows dimmer, and almost the moment the turkeyman is flipping on the kitchen lights, the pigman finally gives a loud, porcine squeal and dumps a load that feels even bigger than the previous ones deep into your ass. Of course, the moment he pulls back, the turkey slides back in, his cock squelching through his friend's load as he begins fucking you, eventually pumping his own voluminous outpouring of jizz into your well-fucked asshole. But this time instead of switching up, the pigman takes over again, pounding away at your messy hole for perhaps ten minutes before cumming in you again.\n\nBy the time they've gone another five or six times each, your gaping asshole is brimming with thick white cream dribbling down over your pussy. You're barely conscious, panting and shuddering, laying limply on your floor with your ass in the air, arms flumped limply at your sides. But even still, they're not satisfied. You're hauled to your knees, those cocks shoved back in your face, but this time your arms aren't held... the pudgy animal-men simply stand there expectantly.\n\nSuddenly finding new energy, you wrap a hand around each thick dick, starting to pump the lower halfs while working your tongue and lips over the cum-smeared cocks that were so recently pumping away in your ass. This time when you roll your eyes up, it's to watch the satisfied pleasure on both their faces as you obediently work over their cocks. You slide your mouth over the turkey's cockhead, rolling your tongue around it before slurping your way down until your lips bump against your fingers, then sliding off of it with a satisfied 'Fwah!' before turning and gulping down the pig's prick instead.\n\nYou continue licking, sucking, and nuzzling your new masters' dicks, occasionally closing your eyes just to focus on the feel and taste of turckey cock or pig prick in your mouth. The turkey gives a few clucks, then asks, "Are you grateful for your reeducation, slut?"\n\n"Oh yes, master," you coo, your tongue sliding up the underside of his cockhead before you resume your reply. "Thank you for teaching me how wrong I was and putting me in my place."\n\nThat apparently pleases him enough that he has his next orgasm, the first spurt of his cum slapping you across the lips and cheek. You moan delightedly, opening your mouth and letting his next blasts of jizz go right onto your tongue and down your throat, though some still wind up across your chin and lips. Once he's done, you turn your head and slide the pig's cockhead halfway into your mouth, sucking and working your tongue while still stroking with your hand. As expected, it only takes a few seconds before his load is flooding into your mouth, leaving you to swallow and gulp eagerly.\n\n"Yeah, this one's definitely learned her place," the pigman snuffles, his nose wiggling. "You think she's ready to become one of us?"\n\n"I'd say so," the turkey agrees, sighing happily as you finish swallowing the pig's load and lean over to start licking at his balls.\n\n"Hm? One of you?" you ask, your words muffled by your lips moving against the turkey's yellow sack.\n\n"Pick something eaten in the horrible oppresser holiday of Thanksgiving, slut," the turkey explains. "You can cease to be one of the oppressor humans and become a spirit of the oppressed instead. Everyone wants to be one of the oppressed!"\n\nYou blink, trying to focus your fuck-addled brain around both of those strange concepts. But you do understand that you're supposed to pick something eaten at Thanksgiving...\n\n<hr>\n[[Turkey.|HollyNov1cx1]]\n\n[[Pig.|HollyNov1ax1]]\n\n[[Cow.|HollyNov1bx1]]\n\n[[Cranberry.|HollyNov1x5]]\n\n[[Pumpkin.|HollyNovPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Green bean.|HollyNovPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Stay human.|HollyNovPlaceholder]]

"C'mon, Tifa, don't leave the job half-done," you encourage, grinning as you continue to stroke your prick. "It was fun breaking that little bitch, wasn't it?"\n\n"Mmm... yes, fun... felt good break," Tifa grunts, stroking her cum-smeared cocks with both hands and licking her lips as she looks down at the helpless, twitching jizz-smeared teenager.\n\n"Make sure she's completely broken in then. Get all those holes good and stretched, make sure she knows her place as a piece of fuckmeat."\n\n"Nnnh, Tifa stretch fuckmeat," the drooling futanari declares, hauling Yuffie a bit more over the edge of the table and taking a moment to rip off her cum-soaked top, baring her pert young tits. Then she presses both cocks together... and brings them to Yuffie's still somewhat gaping, cum-dribbling asshole. The ninja arches and gives a yowl, showing signs of life again as both immense pricks are pushed into her asshole, stretching each inch of it that the massive fucksticks penetrate beyond any hope of recovery. Yuffie squirms and kicks her legs for the first twelve inches or so, but then flops limply, once again surrendering to her futanari rapist and simply moaning and whimpering like a bitch being bred as Tifa starts thrusting and pumping hard, her quad-filled sack slapping against Yuffie's messy cunt. \n\nThis time when Tifa thrusts forward and gives her yowl of orgasm, Yuffie's stomach bulges less but the cum fairly geysers out of her mouth, shooting all the way past the edge of the table to splatter on the floor as the ninja's eyes roll and her body twitches and trembles. Jet after jet of cum shoots past her lips, hitting the floor and then completely soaking the tabletop, leaving her marinating as Tifa pulls out... and immediately shoves both of them into Yuffie's cunt, using a single hard thrust to bury them and destroy the younger girl's pussy all in one go. Yuffie gives a thick, wet gurgle and a jerk in response, but otherwise seems to accept her fate of being her former friend's fuckhole, her body twitching every so often in its own orgasms.\n\nSince both loads go directly into Yuffie's cunt this time, her belly swells up even larger than ever, threatening to topple her right off the table as it wobbles and shifts like an overfull water balloon. Tifa, still panting and grunting from her latest frenzied fucking, pulls out of Yuffie's now permanently loose and gaping cunt and steps aside, letting the ninja fall to her knees on the floor with a loud squelch, only Tifa's grabbing her by her short hair keeping her from falling over completely. "Suck me weiner," Tifa grunts, slapping her upper cock against Yuffie's face a few times, spattering it further with cum. Yuffie's eyes are glazed, almost empty, as she obediently opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, her expression not changing at all even as Tifa shoves the messy prick past her lips and down her throat, leaving the lower one to push down and rub across her bulging throat and small tits as her mouth is the latest hole to be used. It's clear, though, that she's accepted that... that she knows it's now her whole reason for existence.\n\nHm... this gives you an idea...\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|FF7X18xEnd]]

By the time the train-or-whatever-it-is comes to a landing in front of a massive castle estate, you've made peace with the whole "magic" thing. Of course, it helps that Maggie and Nessarine have mentioned a number of rather nasty and useful hexes you can use on people who annoy you. Your head full of thoughts of making the peons you already see as toads sweat slime like actual toads, you make your way out of the train and through the crowd, your new "friends" flanking you and shoving anyone that wants to try and share some space in the crowded hall think twice about not giving you plenty of your own.\n\n"Welcome back, everyone," calls a tall, lean woman who looks like she's in her late thirties, standing at the top of a staircase and wearing what you'd consider more traditional witch's robes, and the hat to go with it, long snowy-white but soft-looking hair falling down her back. "I hope you all had a relaxing and <i>constructive</i> winter break." She arches one thin, white eyebrow, making it clear she doesn't think a single student did, and there's a round of snickering and guffawing. "For the very vew of you who are just joining us this semester, I am Professor Senna. Please remember my name, I will be teaching at least one of your classes. Please remain here in the entrance hall as everyone else files in an <i>orderly</i> fashion," she emphasizes archly. "Into the dining hall."\n\n"Once everyone is seated, the new students will enter and form a line before the King's Stone to take turns touching it. I assure our new students, you will know it when you see it. I trust you will manage to do so on your own in a dignified manner, as none of you are precocious eleven-year-olds. Now, returning students, inside." \n\n"See y'inside, boss, assumin' ya get sorted proper," Maggie whispers as she and her sister shuffle on ahead with the rest, the crowds at least moving around you to head inside, leaving you standing with about six other people as the doors close. One of the other new girls moves to go ahead and line up, and you simultaneously silently deride her for her nerdiness and silently fume that she's not letting you go first. Then you decide that whatever this 'touching the King's Stone' thing is, maybe you'd better let someone else do it first so that if she screws up, you can laugh at her with everyone else. You saunter on over to line up as well, making sure not to look eager.\n\nEventually, the doors swing open again, and you start following the nerd in to do this silly initiation ceremony.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Apparently you just touch a rock? Whatever.|Aspareth1x5]]

Grinning, you slide one hand down from her ass and begin stroking your fingertips along her pussylips and slit, watching her give a loud 'mmf!' and a jerk against the couch at your touch. Amusingly enough she's already a little wet when you first touch her... but you're fairly certain you can do better than 'a little'. You start gently working your fingers along her pussy, stroking and caressing the outer lips and slipping one fingertip along the cleft between them, then slipping that middle fingertip down to start teasing out her clit. Her little twitches and jerks turn into a more slow, arching writhing motion, her quickened breathing starting to transition into harder, deeper pants as her face flushes further. She turns her head so she can look past her shoulder at you, and you smugly note the glint of pleasured heat in her eyes starting to join the anger and humiliation there. \n\nYou continue working her pussy slowly and methodically with your fingers, never quite pushing into her, just working on getting her as aroused and wet as possible. She continues to grunt angry protests through the ballgag, but even with that you can hear the pleasured moans starting to layer through the sounds, each one making that shamed look in her eyes grow even as they glaze over slightly with desire. When you finally use your wet fingers to guide the tip of your prick to her entrance and push into her, she gives a long, muffled groan of half despair and half relief as you slide inside her, her pussy nice and tight but so thoroughly wet and eager by now that it's practically sucking you inside, making you give in to the temptation to go balls deep in one long stroke. Gripping her slim waist, you start up a nice, slow series of thrusts with your hips, just enjoying the feel of the teen's practically molten pussy around you as you watch her squirm and whimper in embarrassed pleasure.\n\n"Mmm, feels good, huh?" you purr, putting a slow roll into your hips as you say it to make her give another, longer moan that's both protesting and slutty. "Yeaaah, don't worry, cute stuff, I'm gonna give you a goood, thorough fucking in your hot little cunt, and make sure-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-you become my woman."|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[["-you get knocked up."|BuddyPunks]]

You don't immediately break the kiss, but instead raise your hands to grip her wrists, then gently guide her back from you. She blinks as she's urged to break the kiss... then her face falls. "Oh. Oh, God, I'm sorry, I-"\n\n"Hey, no, it's okay," you say gently, even as she pulls away and covers her face with both hands.\n\n"I'm such an <i>idiot</i>!" she blurts.\n\n"You're not," you say, more firmly this time, resting a hand on her back. "... But you're hurting and we've both been through a lot. I don't want to wind up hurting you even more. You deserve... you deserve something really, really real," you urge softly. "And I'm feeling as punch-drunk and mixed up as you are, and just... if we ever... ... I'd want it to be because we both were absolutely sure it was right and were in a good place for it."\n\n"... I should go," she whispers, pushing to her feet and snagging her rifle as she heads for the door. She pauses in the doorway though, turning her head slightly. Her lips part, as if she wanted to say something... then she simply leaves. Sighing, you flop back onto the bed. That didn't go as well as you'd like.\n\nThe next morning, as you've returned from your shower and finished donning your new FEAR suit for the first time, you step out into the hallway and find that Eskabar is walking by, Shyn, a few others, and Ronnie with her. "Something up?"\n\nEskabar stops and turns. If she's got a problem with your informality, she doesn't voice it, instead saying, "Some of the perimeter poles are down. Kind of unusual, so we're gonna go check it out. Why, LaChance, you bored?"\n\nYou glance towards Veronka, who averts her eyes slightly when you do.\n\n<hr>\n[[You should go.|GGSR9x4]]\n\n[[Maybe some space right now would be good.|GGOri]]

"You wanna talk or something?" you ask her as you walk over to the food prep unit. There are a couple in the mess hall that some of the convicts with more privileges use, so you know how they work. You briefly consider the 'Booze Card', but decide against it... maybe you can trade it for something more useful later.\n\n"I... kind of need to, I think," Ronnie answers, then gives a soft 'oh' as you hand her a cup of hot broth. "Thanks."\n\n"No prob. Oh, hey, how's the ankle?"\n\n"Mm? Oh, right." She glances down at it as you settle onto the bed beside her. "I cracked my stitches, of course, and I got some more and a lecture from Mejat. ... Anyway. Um... I thanked you for saving my life the first time... and then you did it again... and, I also realized, I never really said 'sorry' for being a jerk in the first place."\n\n"I'm not dwelling on it, you were obviously dealing with some stuff," you allow, leaning back on one hand and sipping from your own cup.\n\n"... Yes. I was. And I think you deserve to hear the truth of it, if you still want to." She glances at you, waiting until you nod, then stare down into her cup. "... I'm from a planet called Nekkan. We're highly technologically advanced, but there are still some vestiges of the ancient past. Like the monarchy... one Emperor or Empress, and eleven kings or queens under them. Of course none of them have a ton of power anymore, that's mostly held by the elected regional governers, but they're culturally important. But there's this whole elaborate system for how marriage works for the 'mingling of the common and the royal'. The main muckety-muck has thirteen kids... yeah, that's the face most offworlders make when they hear it," she says with a snort. "One heir, one mate for each of the below, and a spare. Each of the kings or queens has their royal partner and a commoner partner, and one kid by each. The one from the royal becomes their successor, the one from the commoner goes back to the Emper-whatever successor to wed, on a rotating schedule. It's all really elaborate and basically assures that everyone's just a little bit related to each other but not too much." She's quiet for a moment, before she says, "And I was the spare."\n\n"You're... the thirteenth kid of the Empress?" You blink a little. "You're a princess?"\n\n"Technically a princess. In practice, I'm... I was... unnecessary inventory," she says in an acid tone, glaring into her cup, then sighing and sipping from it. "My mother, the Empress, absolutely could not stand the man she was assigned to marry. I somehow got the impression she hated his half-commoner blood, even though her own mother was the same. He felt the same way about her, so he was literally just a sperm donor... he made a big donation, then fucked off to some resort planet under pretenses of a diplomatic assignment. So I was the spare, and my mother never bothered to act like I was anything else. Her eyes always just kind of passed over me if I was in the room... like I was one of the servbots, or a piece of furniture. Maybe if it was a thousand years ago, when mortality rates even in the royalty could hit and I might have been necessary, she might have bothered to care, but Nekkan is ridiculously safe with great medical technology, especially if you're rich and important, and the thirteenth offspring hasn't taken the place of any of the others in almost ten generations. So she just kind of... ignored me. She'd see my brothers and sisters bullying me and just walk on past, like they were pushing around a stuffed animal for pretend times or something."\n\n"Shit," you breathe, staring at her. "I mean... how did you stand it?"\n\n"I mean, it wasn't like I was getting beaten or mocked mercilessly every day," she asserts, glancing up, then giving you a small shrug. "My siblings weren't cruel to me, really, outside of what I guess is probably normal for brothers and sisters. Mostly as they got older they'd just start acting like my mother, like I wasn't even there. I went to a secure private school, and I guess I didn't really have friends, but I had people I was friendly with. No one really bothered to suck up to me, so I didn't have to worry about people being phony. Being at home was... soul-sucking," she admits, looking down again as her ears droop a little. "But I figured one day I'd be able to leave and live a normal life somewhere. I really thought I had a handle on it.\n\n"... But I guess around the time my entire family didn't bother to acknowledge my birthday at all for the third year in a row, something inside me snapped." Her knuckles pale a little as she squeezes the mug. "I had to get a reaction out of my mother, I just had to. And I don't know how the idea got into my mind, but I decided I was going to find a nice, low-born, filthy commoner to fuck. I guess I'd really latched onto that being the reason she hated my father, so I figured I'd do that and throw it in her face, see if she'd at least scowl and blush or something. So I snuck out and went down to a near-surface hab area and started looking around. I had barely any idea what the hell I was doing... I mean, it's not like I was sheltered, I'd been out in plenty of normal parts of cities before, just nowhere like this. I actually bumped into a guy, literally, finally, and he was handsome and older and I thought 'Well this might not be so bad'. Except when I made my fumbling little come-on, he just smiled at me really sweet and asked if maybe I'd like to get something to eat instead.\n\n"And that's how I started my first, and only, romance of my life. His name was Rian and he was so sweet to me, he listened so well to everything I had to say. For the first time in my life, I felt like... someone was actually tuned in to <i>me</i>, really there for <i>me</i>, you know?" She glances over at you... from the hopeless look on her face, you don't think things turn out well with Rian in this story. "So for the next few months we talked, and dated, and laughed, and he never made a move on me because he said he wanted to get married first. And I really wanted to marry him. Finally I couldn't wait anymore and begged him to take me away. He said alright, but I should at least get my things. I didn't even want to go back, but he said it was fine, he'd take care of it, if we just went to the entrance I used, gave him my keycard, and I told him how to get to my room, he'd pack up my stuff for me and we'd be gone before anyone was the wiser. So we went back to the palace, I let him in, gave him my keycard, we kissed, and he hurried off while I stood in the little garden alcove and waited for him, dreaming up a hundred different types of wedding."\n\nShe's quiet for a long time this time, taking several long drinks of her broth before she eventually continues. "I stood there for five hours before someone finally found me there. Turns out while I'd been standing there like an idiot wondering what happened, Rian had used my keycard to sneak into my mother's room, then raped and murdered her." She takes another drink while you're staring at her in shock and horror. "He was crazy. He had some sort of psychosis where he thought if he could have sex with the Empress while choking the life out of her, he'd become a god. The entire thing with me had just been one long, madness-induced ploy to get access to the palace so he could. He'd never actually seen me as a person, just a path to his crazy little dream." She sniffs a little, shifting her shoulders. "So, off he went to a psychiatric prison, and into the palace jail I went. Which was a jail for high profile political prisoners so it was basically like my room, just locked all the time. Eventually, once all the mourning of the populace had played out and my oldest brother was crowned, I was brought before him and charged with conspiracy to kill the Empress. I mean, he was pretty up-front that he knew I hadn't intended it, but, well, the people needed to see everyone involved punished, and I was just the spare after all. Not like he could have me executed since I was royalty... instead he sentenced me to the Dark Sector on Orison. Still not sure whether that was him being cruel or kind," she adds, glancing up at you and giving you a wan smile.\n\n"Fuck, Ronnie... I'm so sorry," you whisper.\n\nShe looks down again, giving a little tilt of her head in acknowledgement. "... Honestly one of the biggest reasons I felt like such shit when I got here was that I couldn't really make myself feel all that guilty. I mean I kind of felt guilty, I screwed up and someone died... but it seems like you ought to be devastated that you got your own mother killed. But I just can't... feel that much about it. I actually feel worse about Rian using me and betraying me than I do about her dying. I guess because every time I try to picture her face, all I see is the blank, empty expression she'd look at me with. ... Like a piece of furniture. No... like she was looking <i>through</i> me." She finishes off the last of the cup with a gulp, then leans over to set it aside on the footlocker, letting out a huff. "So!" She thumps her hands against her thighs. "You can kinda see why... why it was such a big deal to me..." She sniffs again, eyes starting to shimmer. "... Such a big deal to me when you said that because I was right there in front of you, you had to do something to help me. ... No one... no one's ever... Cyan..."\n\n"Hey. Hey," you say gently, reaching over to draw her against you as she starts to shake, squeezing her gently. "That shouldn't be something special. Everyone deserves that. You don't have to be grateful to me just for that."\n\n"If everyone deserves it, why did it take so long?!" she asks, her voice thick with tears and shaking. She looks up at you, wet streaks sliding down her dark cheeks. "So screw that!" she blurts, voice suddenly a little strident, her hands coming up to cling to the front of your bodysuit. "Someone finally looked at me like I'm really there! I deserve to think they're special, don't I?"\n\n"... Guess I can't argue," you allow, smiling gently at her now.\n\nVeronka sniffles, nodding firmly... then suddenly darts her head up, pressing her lips to yours, eyes pressing closed and pressing out more tears.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiss her back.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Let her down gently.|GGSR9x3]]

Hurrying over to the teen who's still scrambling, half to get up and half to get away, you grab them by the upper arm and haul them to their feet, snapping, "Don't move!"\n\nThey certainly do freeze, staring up at you. Looks like you've caught a-\n\n<hr>\n[[-boy vampire.|BuddyPunks4x1]]\n\n[[-cyberpunk girl.|BuddyPunks1x2]]

Deciding to do your best to mimic the proper sort of people, you nudge and shove your way through the smiling, yammering groups without so much as looking at them. You get a few looks ranging from bemused to dirty-bordering-on-hateful, but ignore them all, finally getting to the door leading to the back half of the train, which slides open in front of you and then behind you again when you've passed through. Nice. It's immediately much quieter back here... any of the students who are out in the halls conversing instead of already in rooms are standing with their heads close together, murmuring and occasionally glancing around.\n\nTwo rather tall girls are standing close to the door, and since they're in the high-class part of the train you manage an "Excuse me" as you try to make your way through them, jutting your bag in front of yourself. Both turn towards you, one of them tall, olive-skinned and black-haired, wearing... geez, she's wearing a grey training bra and black bicycle shorts. At least they're designer label, you notice, and you have to admit that most people with abs and legs like that would probably want to show them off too. The other has the same coloration, but is leaner, wearing an expensive brand-name athletic shirt and track pants, and about an inch shorter than the other but with almost boyishly-short hair. You'd have to guess that between the skin, hair, and the same grey eyes, they're sisters, if not twins.\n\n"What whazzat?" one asks with a blink.\n\n"I said, 'excuse me'," you repeat with a frown. Politeness doesn't exactly come easily to you as it is, having to repeat yourself is almost intolerable.\n\nBoth of them let out short bursts of laughter, the leaner one reaching over to smack her sister's arm. "It's a Yank, swear ta god almighty!" She quickly holds up a hand and gives you a grin. "Ain't meanin' ta tease, at all. We've always wanted t'go ta America, me'n'm' sis 'ere. She wants ta give yer American football a try, doncha?" She finishes with a glance at the taller one.\n\n"Right. M'name's Maggie, this's me sis Nessarine, 'course much easier to just call 'er Ness." She folds her arms and gives you a delighted smile. "Ya a new transfer? If y'don't know anybody yet, y'can always come sit with us."\n\n<hr>\n[[Ew, girl jocks. No thanks.|Aspareth]]\n\n[[Wait, girl jocks could be USEFUL...|Aspareth1x2]]\n\n[[No, but be polite. You're new, and they're very tough-looking.|Aspareth4x1]]

Smirking a bit, you shift your grip to her wrist before turning her, twisting her hand up behind her back and making her yelp. You open one of the doors of the entryway cabinet and pull out a pair of short-chained handcuffs, clipping it on her held wrist before yanking her other around behind her and cuffing it as well. "I'm going to make you pay for your crimes. With your body, of course."\n\n"YOU CA-!" Her protest cuts off as the next item you took out of the cabinet is applied... a ball gag, the red rubber sphere shoved into her conveniently open mouth and yanked tight as you fasten it. Well, her cry doesn't cut off so much as it turns into a muffled, unintelligible mass of noises. Drool is already starting to run down her chin as you yank her back and turn her towards the living room, shoving her forward, forcing her to walk forward in a stumbling gait. It's easy enough to give her a shove to her knees as you arrive at the couch, and then bend her over it, keeping one hand pressed between her shoulderblades to keep her in place. With your other hand you reach around to undo the button of her jeans as she writhes and bucks, shouting her protests through the ballgag but not managing to do much more than shake her ass enticingly as you tug down jeans and panties at the same time, baring her pale ass and pink slit as you haul the pants and underwear down around her knees.\n\n"Cute little butt you got here," you murmur in mocking approval, giving one of her pert asscheeks a squeeze as she squeals in indignation and fury. You then deliver a good, hard slap to the squeezed buttock, making her yelp and rock forward against the couch. You repeat the process a few more times, squeezing and kneading her asscheeks until she starts making noises like she's demanding you stop or even threatening you, then delivering another stinging spank and making her jolt against the couch.\n\nSeeing your cute teenage captive writhe and tremble in front of you with her ass steadily turning pink from your spanks obviously has its own affects on you. So eventually you undo your fly and free your cock, rubbing it against the light handprints left on her ass, making her grunt and whimper a bit in protest as she obviously realizes what you're doing.\n\n'Now,' you think smugly as you use your thumbs to lightly spread her pretty pink slit, which despite all her protests has started glistening a bit. 'Decisions, decisions,' you muse to yourself as you slide your hands up, squeezing her spanked bottom even as you spread it a bit to take a look at her pucker.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her pussy.|BuddyPunks1x4]]\n\n[[Fuck her ass.|BuddyPunks]]

You're not even entirely certain whether she's wearing a costume or that's just her style... her shortish hair is dyed purple and falls over her eye on one side, and she's wearing bright blue lipstick and a few little near-glowing heart and star decals on one cheek. Her ears are heavily pierced and she's wearing a black leather jacket over a highlighter yellow and black sleeveless top that leaves her pierced bellybutton visible, her low-slung pants showing off the straps of her day-glo purple thong. Fifteen or sixteen, you'd figure, on the slender and short side. The main 'cyberpunk' thing is a plastic visor that's been fitted with light-up LEDs with little 'readout' designs etched in the lenses.\n\n"Let me go!" she snaps, apparently having recovered and discovered enough gumption to yank at her arm.\n\nInstead you turn and head for the house, dragging her along with you as you head back through the front door. She squirms and yanks at her arm a bit, but doesn't seem to really be struggling particularly hard, just letting herself stumble along after you, perhaps still too afraid to really try to get away.\n\n"Egg my house, huh?" you growl at her as you kick the front door closed behind the two of you. "You think you're just gonna get away with that?"\n\nThat does seem to put some fear back into her, and her blue eyes widen. "H-hey, what are you gonna do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Call the cops.|BuddyPunks3x1]]\n\n[[Make her rat on her friends.|BuddyPunks2x1]]\n\n[[Take it out in trade.|BuddyPunks1x3]]\n\n[[Punish her.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Punish her <i>severely</i>.|BuddyPunks]]

'Warriors of Destiny' just sounds kind of cool, and you wander to that rack mostly just to see what it includes. Turns out it's a lot of fantasy-themed stuff for the most part, though some of them also look like they're themed after the typical 'YA wish fulfilment' type novels. Which... you may have read a few of, yeah, but you're not sure that you've read any of these, if they're actually based on anything.\n\nThe first one is '[[The Dragon Slayer|GGMCE]]'. Well, there are two versions, but you're pretty sure you couldn't get away with wearing the guy one since it's just fuzzy briefs and accessories. The female version is, as you might expect, a scalemail bikini... but the accompanying sword and boots are clipped outside of the bag, and you've gotta say those are some of the nicest props you've ever seen on a costume. Are those swords actual metal? Geez, they may be wallhangers, but for that price they're really cool-looking wallhangers.\n\nThere's also one called '[[The All-Shifter|GGMCE]]' that's sort of tribal-looking... some pretty armband jewelry, a collar, and what's basically a bikini top and loincloth. The model also has various stripes and spot patterns on her, so you're guessing it comes with some bodypaint pencils.\n\nThere's a blue and yellow bodysuit labeled '[[The Lone Survivor|GGMCE8x2]]', which despite the knockoff mashup of names, does seem to be an official product. It's got the actual mascot on there, and the device on the outside is actually labeled a 'Pip-Boy', though it looks more like something that would be modded in than a canon product. Still it's pretty awesome and seems to have a slot for a smartphone, so again you're tempted to buy it just for that.

You know what, this seems like an amusing game, and you decide you may as well play it. Because... yeah, let's play along! Like, right now. Snagging the access card just in case, you trot down the stairs possibly a little faster than utterly necessary for just playing a little AR game, flipping on the basement light as you head down the stairs to the basement.\n\nTo your surprise, the moment your boots hit the polished concrete of the floor, there's a soft 'bleep' from the Pip-Boy, and then a low, groaning, creaking noise as the floor parts in the middle, a large section revealing itself to be mobile concrete slabs with a thick layer of interlocking metal beneath them. Below, at the bottom of a set of simple metal steps, is a fairly small room with some heavy duty cabinets and three large... are those cryopods?! Again, they look rather more advanced than the ones from Fallout 4, but still have the same general look to them. A glance at the screen shows that the dot leads to the one right in the middle, so feeling a little numb, you walk on over to it. At that, the text in the upper left corner changes to read 'Insert Vault-Tec access card into cryopod access reader.'\n\nStarting to feel more and more certain this isn't a game at all, you raise a slightly shaking hand to slide the plastic card into a slot on the panel next to the middle pod. There's a faint hiss and a low clunk as the door disengages from the rest of the device, then swings upward to reveal the padded interior. A check of the screen shows that the text now reads 'Enter the cryopod.' Seriously?!\n\nJust then, you hear a booming and yet dull thud from somewhere in the distance, followed by a strange rushing noise and the sound of things collapsing. Only then do you hear the warning sirens, and feel your face pale. Oh God! They seriously are dropping bombs! Looking at the screen again, you see that there's now a countdown. 'Nuclear strike on your location in 5:12.' Every second you see tick away on it makes you want to scream. It's seriously the end of the world!\n\n<hr>\n[[Get in the cryopod.|GGFO1x1]]\n\n[[Wait, what about your parents?!|GGMCE8x4]]

The costume looks like it's decent quality, and the Pip-Boy accessory is cool, and the price is pretty great. Snagging the bag, you head up to the counter to pay, then head home, eager to try out your new purchase.\n\nBack in your bedroom, you pop the bag and dump the contents out onto the bed. It's not many things... just the bodysuit, the Pip-Boy accessory, and some sort of plastic card. You pick up the card first since you didn't see it before and read the front, which declares it a 'Vault-Tec VIP Access' card. You examine the Pip-Boy next... as opposed to the classic retro-future bulk, this one's actually fairly sleek and streamlined, the slot for your phone folding it down above a keyboard. It's more like 'What someone in the nineties thought the 2010s would look like' instead of 'What someone in the fifties thought the 2010s would look like', but oh well, you can't deny it has a nice aesthetic all its own.\n\nA check of the Vault Suit shows that it's fairly thick and durable-seeming, but also stretchy, made of something a bit more like latex than the canvas-like cloth they are in-game (before modding anyway). It's obviously meant to stretch a bit to fit almost anyone, and with a blush you realize that you probably won't be able to wear anything underneath it. ... Oh well. Stripping down, you slip your legs into the suit and pull it up, feeling it conform to the shape of them already, and blushing some more as you feel it closely melding up against your ass and cupping over your crotch. Looks like it isn't quite enough to give you a camel toe, just a rather prominent 'Mound of Venus' or whatever they call it. Slipping your arms in as well, you haul it around and zip it up, having to admit to being mildly impressed as it both lifts and separates your boobs, sheathing them completely. You step in front of the mirror and turn back and forth... little fetishy, but damn if you don't look good. You find a pair of your clasp-up boots to go with it... probably a little more fashionable than the typical Vault-Tec issue but oh well. \n\nYou pick up the Pip-Boy and clip your phone into it, lowering the panel before clipping it to your wrist. The moment the clasp is fastened, though, the panel immediately pops back up, your phone screen lighting up with a startup screen that starts to go through a welcome message about like you'd expect from the starting point of one of the games... only for it to interrupt itself to flash red. 'Warning! Warning! Incoming nuclear strike detected! Please evacuate to the nearest Vault!' You blink a little as the screen shifts to your phone's own GPS map, which zooms in to show an outline of your own house, with a blinking dot appearing in the basement and a dotted line leading from you down to it. Text flashes in the corner of the screen: 'Quest Added: Enter the Vault to escape death by nuclear fire.'\n\n<hr>\n[[Ha, funny!|GGMCE8xEnd1]]\n\n[[Uh, maybe let's... play along.|GGMCE8x3]]

You shiver miserably, the world a blank black emptiness and your body feeling a dull, numb ache in every part of it. The darkness begins to clear as you realize a pair of warm hands are rubbing at your cheeks, your vision gradually turning from black to a dark blur, to a brighter blur, to a too-bright blur.\n\n"It's okay hon. You've just got a little bit of freezerburn. You'll be fine."\n\n"Mom?" you croak out, as the too-bright blur slowly resolves into something like normal vision, and the sight of your mother standing over you. She has some bright red streaks on her cheeks, almost like a patterned sunburn, and her hands feel particularly hot on your face, where they're smearing on some sort of salve.\n\n"Having your hands against the glass and a wet face will do that, apparently. Being too agitated when you go into cryo can make waking up a little unpleasant too. You'll be okay in a minute or two."\n\nYou stare at her, then slump against the padding, staring up at the metal ceiling. "... Dad..."\n\n"... He's gone, honey," your mother says quietly, turning away and moving to pick up a blue and yellow towel to wipe her hands. "Even if he survived the strike... it's been 200 years."\n\n"Two..." You push yourself up slowly, wobbling a little at first but feeling steadier the more you actually try. "What even is all this? Fallout... it's just a game."\n\n"It <i>was</i> just a game, when it was originally made," your mother replies with a glance at you, as she walks over to the one blank wall in the room. She taps out a code on her Pip-Boy, and the wall slides open, revealing a number of weapons and what looks like armor lined up and waiting. "Though even then it was based off of studies and research projects done by some scientists largely dismissed as kooks. Then some people willing to believe the kooks took over. The first person shooter type games that came after were all to build on those original projections and suppositions, to prepare potential survivors for the post-apocalypse," she explains as she takes down some sort of solid case black backpack and carries it over to the workbench.\n\n"... Then how come they're so bug-ridden and inconsistent?" you ask as you follow along when she walks back over to the wall, blinking and accepting another of the packs from her.\n\n"Specifically so that people wouldn't take any one game as gospel and cling to it, disregarding the potential differences from the projected outcomes and getting themselves killed. Bugs so that you remember the differences between the game and reality, inconsistencies so you're prepared for the reality to be different."\n\nPrivately thinking that there are a lot of fans of one particular entry in the franchise that didn't make it under that reasoning, then, you watch as your mother starts taking down weapons and ammunition. "So why didn't you tell me about any of this?"\n\n"We didn't want to worry you unnecessarily. Though luckily it looks like you found the Vault Suit and Pip-Boy we had for you."\n\n"No... I bought these at a costume store."\n\n"... Huh. Well, someone missed out on that little lottery win," she murmurs, glancing you up and down. "Shame. Still, unless they were going to buy it and try it on at almost the exact same time as you, I doubt it would have made any difference, considering. Anyway, start loading up that Pip-Pac with weapons, ammo, and supplies from the storage, honey."\n\n"Why? You... you have a plan, or something?"\n\n"Your father and I were recruited for our pasts, which... may not be quite exactly what we've told you," your mother admits as she smoothly disassembles a pistol so fast that you're not sure you see all the motions, and selects a few parts from the bench to switch out before putting it back together. "But yes, there's a plan. The cryopods were designed to deactivate when the ambient radiation levels of the majority of the continental US had stabilized at a livable state. We go to the Deviville Vault to get more supplies, weapons, and transportation. Then we head for Vault-Tec Headquarters to see if anyone's still alive there. If not, we access and activate the GECK."\n\n"The... the 'Garden of Eden Creation Kit', that's real too?" you stammer, jaw going a little slack.\n\n"Not quite like it is in the games, but yes. If we can access it, it will pull the majority of the lingering radiation out of most of the continent and use it to fuel a rebirth of healthy flora and fauna. We can simultaneously make the land livable and start it actually living again. That's the plan, anyway." You watch your mother affix a holographic sight to a rifle and do a brief sweep across the lockers with it to check, before she looks over at you again. "... It probably will be quite a lot like the games out there, but here the violence, sadism, and horror is going to be real, Cyan, and there might be considerably less charming goofiness to offset it." She pauses, then actually smiles a little as she adds, "But there'll probably be some, that factor was predicted by the researchers after all." Then she sighs and shakes her head. "But what I'm saying is... if you would feel safer or better staying here, or only coming partway with me, I understand. I'm trained for this and you're not... I do think you'll be able to handle yourself, but it's your decision."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Leave with her.|GGMCE]]

You feel yourself starting to panic at the idea of leaving your parents behind, then force yourself to take a few deep breaths. If this... Mini-Vault or whatever is here, your parents must have had something to do with it. They must know it's here, and they would have gotten some kind of warning, right? You just need to give them time to get here, since after all, what if you get in and that signals the doors to close? You'd be leaving them trapped out there! You... you have to wait.\n\nOver the next several minutes as you watch the countdown, you can hear more of those distant impacts and rushes, and you're fairly certain people are screaming outside. You shudder, both at the knowledge of what's happening and that there's nothing you can do to help your neighbors... there's only three pods, and not much more space in here than is necessary for them. \n\nThe timer has just clicked down to the final minute, and you've begun to lose all hope, when the basement door slams open. You snap your head up to look, a sense of relief so strong that it almost turns your knees to jelly sweeping over you at the sight of your mother, despite the fact that she's rushing down the stairs, bare breasts bouncing as she tries to yank her Vault Suit into place over them. "Mom!"\n\n"Cyan, get in your pod!" she immediately snaps back, stopping at the top of the metal stairs to clip on her Pip-Boy.\n\n"Where's Dad?!" you call back, even as you give in and obey the command, starting to clamber into the padded chamber and lay back.\n\n"He was just behind me on the road, he should be here any second now," she answers, though you can tell from the worry in her voice that she's not entirely certain. "Just have your Pip-Boy initiate the pod's ready status, it'll kick in once the door close signal is sent. He'll definitely be here in time," she adds a little desperately as she moves towards the pod on your left.\n\nFingers trembling, you tap the screen of your Pip-Boy, quickly finding a 'Vault Systems' screen and hitting the control labeled 'Ready Cryopod', very carefully avoiding the one that says 'Close Vault Doors'. The top of the pod swings closed and clicks into place, and a pleasant, synthesized female voice says, "Welcome to your Vault-Tec cryopod. Cryopod systems prepping. Cryopod systems ready. Waiting for close signal from Vault doors to activate."\n\nYou fretfully watch the time tick down on your Pip-Boy. With only a matter of seconds to go, motion catches your eye, and you see your father, also attired in a Vault Suit, appear at the top of the stairs. He hesitates, though, glancing at his own Pip-Boy, then at the distance to the Vault. His face stricken, he raises his arm and presses a control.\n\n"Vault doors closing," the automated voice announces brightly.\n\n"HECTOR, NO!" comes the muffled cry from beside you, a low thumping starting, which is quickly drowned out as you throw yourself against the door of your own cryopod in a panic and begin slamming your fist against the reinforced glass of the window.\n\n"DAD, DON'T DO IT!" you scream, tears streaming down your face. "YOU CAN STILL MAKE IT!"\n\n"Cryopod activating in ten, nine, eight..."\n\nYou force your eyes away from your father's almost serene, accepting smile to look at your Pip-Boy, furiously stabbing your finger at the screen, at the keyboard, looking for anything to stop the doors from their horrible grinding motion, to stop the activation sequence, just to give you more time, anything. "Five, four, three," you notice the voice saying, its countdown almost exactly matching that of the countdown to the nuclear strike.\n\n"Two, one."\n\n"NO!" you wail, flinging both hands against the glass, staring up at the sight of the doors slamming closed.\n\n"Cryopod activating."\n\n<hr>\n[[It feels cold.|GGMCE8x5]]

You've got some singles and a five or two on you, depending on how good a condition the CD is in (or vinyl) it might be good resale fodder, and you can always hustle up some interest somewhere. The address and a 'Just knock' note is included, and since you don't think this individual is terribly hung-up on appearances, you just pull on a pair of jeans from your floor before booting up and heading out.\n\nSoon you're knocking on the door, and it opens up just enough for a slightly bloodshot eye to peek out. Then it opens up some more, revealing a tall, fairly toned-looking woman with black hair that has several braids done in it, seemingly at random over the rest of her hair, a black tanktop with pot leaf print, and battered, faded jeans. "Hey, yeah, s'up?" she asks.\n\n"I came about your Devilist ad?" At her staring at you blankly (she's probably one of those people that somehow gets away with advertising... well, the obvious), you add, "'Detachable Penis'?"\n\n"Oh yeah, right right, sure, I did make an ad for that, yeah," she says with a knowing nod. "Tryna free up some space for stuff, y'know? Okay sure, come on over to the garage, I'll get it."\n\nShe steps out and closes the door behind her, scooting past you and heading back down the walk somewhat and around the corner. She pauses to pull something out of her pocket, and you can't help but stare. Deviville's a 'decriminalized' sort of place, but you still can't remember ever seeing someone just light up a joint out of doors in full sight of everyone. But she puffs on it lightly as she bends over and fiddles with the lock at the bottom of her garage door, ass wiggling in the air, until she can haul it up. "Heeere we go."\n\nHonestly at this point you're expecting, like, a full hydroponic grow operation, but the garage seems mostly normal, with a lot of boxes and containers. Where some people might have tool racks, she seems to have multiple racks of different sizes of 3D printers. Huh. Among the clutter you spot stacks of CD cases, and wander over to eye them, assuming that must be where they are. But a few seconds later you hear a call of "Here y'go," from behind you and turn around. The seller is standing there holding one of those cheap plastic bins that cost three for a dollar, and opens the lid on it as you look. You stare at the contents for a second and say, "Um. What's that?"\n\nShe blinks, then looks down at the gleaming black thing in the box, fully detailed with veins, testicles, and even pores. "It's a detachable penis."\n\n"... Sorry, think there was some confusion," you say, having a little trouble taking your eyes off of it. "I thought you were selling a CD or a record, not a dildo."\n\n"It's not a dildo, it's a detachable penis," she repeats in an even tone, as if trying to explain to someone particularly slow. When you squint at her in annoyance, she shrugs and picks the thing up by the shaft, letting the plastic bin drop. Then, without bothering to close the garage door or the slightest hint of shame, she unbuttons and unzips her jeans and shoves them down past her hips, revealing a thick black bush nestled between her legs. She gives the black dildo a shake... it flops around particularly limply... then presses the base of it against the front of her crotch. You're wondering if she really has gone insane and if she's going to flip out if you just walk off... when you're distracted as the floppy, limp dildo starts getting hard. Your eyes widen as it gradually gets longer and thicker, rising up to stand up jutting out in front. The woman moves her hands to rest on her hips, giving them a shake to show that the black rubber(?!) cock sways and wobbles, without falling off. "See? Detachable penis."\n\n"... what," you murmur flatly, since that's all that really comes to mind.\n\n"Artificially cultivated stem cells suspended in a nutrient-infused plasticene compound and used in conjunction with a copper solution to create pseudonerves and then matched to a thorough scan of human anatomy," the stoner says, as if that were the simplest thing in the world. "Detachable penis."\n\n"... you said first printing," you note faintly, somehow unable to take your eyes off the massive cock now jutting from her crotch, which seems to be very faintly moving, as if it were throbbing with her heartbeat.\n\n"Yeah, this is one of the first batch that I 3D printed. I've got way better ones now that I'm gonna use for my funding pitch soon, I gotta clear these out to make space for the next round of stuff. So you wanna make me an offer on it?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... No.|GGDL]]\n\n[[... Yeah.|GGDL]]\n\n[[... Demonstration.|GGDL]]

"I was hoping you'd say that," Arachne says with a relieved sigh. "Most of our guild was going to be online for a meeting today."\n\n"Right, strength in numbers," you agree. "Do you have a guildwarp stone?"\n\n"No, but I have a recall spell, that should work the same way, right?"\n\n"Should." Fishing in your inventory for the item that lets you teleport to the city where your guild is based, you select the item, then look over the shiny purple stone with bands of gold wrapped around it. "So weird seeing this stuff for real."\n\n"I know, right?" Arachne gives a little huff, then nods. "Okay, on three. One, two, thr-"\n\n"-ee."\n\nYou shudder a little. That was... weird. You could sort of see two places at once, and felt like you were both nowhere and split in two at the same time. But now the two of you are standing on a street in Pladium. The overgrown buildings here are skyscrapers and high rises, some of them partly collapsed but most intact, but overgrown and decrepit. You and Arachne look around, spotting many more disconsolate adventurers, some simply wandering around crying out in demand for an explanation or for help. Not thirty seconds after you've arrived, two groups come to blows with their fists, and a hole in the sky opens up, armored figures covered in glowing lines and runes starting to emerge. Quickly, you grab Arachne's hand and pull her along, not wanting to stay and see what happens, though you think the question of whether people will die for real is about to be answered.\n\n"I didn't think it would be like this," the assassin whispers, staring around with wide eyes.\n\n"I worried it would. Don't stare at anyone, just watch where we're going, and don't let go of my hand," you answer quickly, eyes fixed ahead. You can feel her give your hand a squeeze of acknowledgement, though. Whether it looks weird for two tall, stacked, grown women to walk around holding hands goes unremarked upon, at least, since it looks like everyone's far more absorbed in the immediate problem. Several minutes later you pass the Cathedral, and see a group of individuals staggering down the steps... looks like you really do come back to life if you get killed. 'Wonder if that'll get taken as a good thing or a bad thing...?' you wonder.\n\nLuckily, even with having to go at real distances at normal speed, it doesn't take the two of you long to get to the guild hall building, located where the tallest skyscraper in Palladium City is in the real world... this one's been done over with a sort of gothic architecture look, so that it looks more like a giant old church than anything else. You see a lot of people going in but very few coming out, and wait for a gap to form before hurrying through with Arachne. The two of you quickly duck into the hallways and follow them (and several staircases) to door 7527, the personal guild hall of the Puckish Rogues. You admit to feeling a little relieved when you grip the knob and it turns without trouble... you were a little afraid someone might have restricted your access for disappearing for months.\n\nThe main room of the hall is set up like someone's personal party den, lots of comfy couches arranged facing each other, piles of pillows, and what are definitely stripper poles now that you can see them in "reality"... you'd always thought they were just some bit of decoration carefully clipped through stuff to look like stripper poles, but no, apparently Elder Tale really had stripper poles in the code somewhere and your guild head managed to get ahold of them. Figures, for her.\n\nThere are a handful of people in the room, and all their heads raise as you come in. The first one up is Boss, who leaps over the arm of the couch she was sitting on and hurries over. A Human with red hair and a penchant for dapper suits in black, purple, and blue, she's also got on blue-tinted shades, and looks far more dashing in the flesh than her avatar ever looked. She grins and grabs your hand, shaking it enthusiastically. "Damn, Cyanide! We were hoping you'd turn up! And you brought back Arachne, too."\n\n"Hey, Boss." You can't help but grin back brightly, squeezing her hand and thumping her on the shoulder. "Glad to see the guild hall's still here. Is the whole guild here?"\n\n"About half." That deep, booming voice comes from the figure stepping up beside Boss. You know that besides having races with animal features like ears and tails, the original Japanese version of Elder Tale had catfolk. Maybe the Japanese thought Americans kept bald eagles like pets as much as Japanese did with cats, because on the American server they replaced that race with 'Eegils'... anthropomorphic bald eagle people. Tembo is one of the higher-ranked members of the guild, and unashamedly decked out in all Eegil-exclusive gear... meaning he's wearing a beaded leather loincloth and beaded leather straps crossing his chest, arms, and thighs, warpaint on the white feathers of his head, and a vividly-colored war bonnet of what are obviously not eagle feathers. (Yeah, the race is basically a bitchfit waiting to happen, though you're pretty sure the Japanese company that runs the game would just say 'We don't give a fuck, go away.') "That is to say, it looks like half the guild was logged on. Of those that were logged on, it seems we have about 120 here in Pladium, perhaps two dozen more in the outlying towns, and maybe another fifty scattered in other cities across the Land of Wen. There might be a few others on other servers, but they'd still show as offline to us."\n\n"So are we circling the wagons? Calling everyone back?" you ask, glancing back and forth between Tembo and Boss. \n\n"Hnnh, I'd like to," Boss answers, scratching at her cheek with one nail. "Problem is, it looks like the Teleport Rings aren't working anymore."\n\n"Can't they use the city teleport scrolls, like I did?" Arachne asks.\n\nBefore Boss or Tembo can answer, you shake your head. "Those only work for the last city you visited, remember?"\n\n"Oh, right. Duh." Arachne sighs and bumps her palm against her forehead. "To actually get back to the city where your guild hall is based from anywhere, you need a guildwarp stone."\n\n"And most people don't keep them in their inventory," Boss adds, huffing in annoyance. "Since they take slightly more expensive materials to create than it is to just buy a scroll, it's normally cheaper and almost as easy to just teleport back to any city and use the Ring to get back to Pladium. It's only the weirdos like you, Cyanide, who base themselves out of towns instead, that even keep the things on hand."\n\n"To make matters worse, it looks like a lot of guilds are finally starting to get into action, after the original confusion," Tembo picks up. "They're organizing and pulling everyone in, and some are even starting to bully smaller guilds into disbanding and joining up with them instead. If we could at least pull all or most of the players scattered across the Land of Wen back, we'd have the strength to be immune to those tactics, and could actually start planning our own next moves without worry."\n\n"Aw, c'mon, beakface," Boss snorts, thumping her friend on the back. It's weird seeing his beak change shape so smoothly so he can scowl at her. "Everyone already here is freaking out, and their stress level is through the roof. What we really need is a party! Dancing, carousing, all the good stuff! We can worry about planning tomorrow, when everyone's not so freaked out!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Side with Boss.|GGETPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Side with Tembo.|GGET2x2]]\n\n[[The writing's on the wall, go find a new guild.|GGETPlaceholder]]

The so-called curse was really just this woman's granddaughter goofing around? Grinning, you nod. "Sure. Oh, I'd like to do a bit more shopping first, but I definitely want these."\n\n"That's just lovely, dear, and I'll help you get everything loaded up when you're ready."\n\nYou buy what's honestly probably enough to make two or three large dinners and at least one and a half Thanksgivings, and are pleasantly surprised by the low price. You'll have to come back here! Assuming the curse doesn't get you, you think with a little giggle. You head back home and carry in your haul, struggling a little bit with the turkey and ham... good lord, that little old woman must be some sort of superhero! You thunk both into the deep freeze in the garage and then make your way into the kitchen to start sorting and putting away the rest of your haul.\n\nIt's only a few minutes later when you hear a loud thumping from the garage. You blink and glance towards the door, hearing another loud thump... it sounded like someone lifting the lid of the freezer and letting it drop again. What the hey? Did the old woman's granddaughter come to reclaim her "cursed" goods? Frowning, you pick up a meat tenderizer mallet and start edging towards the garage door.\n\nBefore you can get too close, the garage door bursts open and your shock at the pair of figures that come rushing in paralyzes you. In the lead is a massive, naked, humanoid pig! His fat belly bounces and jiggles as he rushes at you, squealing angrily. Rushing in behind him is an equally plump turkey-man, wing-like arms outstretched to grab for you. The tenderizer drops from your hand as the duo grabs you and shoves you down to your knees, where you're suddenly at head height to their crotches. Your eyes widen in further shock as you spot the huge, dangling cocks both animal-men are sporting.\n\n"We have you now, holiday oppressor!" the pigman cries, snorting and snuffling through his upturned nose. As he leers down at you, his large, pink, humanlike cock starts to thicken and raise up, getting ever closer to your face.\n\n"Before this day is done, you will rue the many of our brothers and sisters you've sent to their fate," the turkey adds, his beak somehow curving into a cruel sneer. His own cock, which is as bright a yellow as his scaly bird legs, is raising into the air as well, as if aiming right at your shocked, staring eyes. Soon, both of their dicks are fully hard, nudging against your cheeks and chin. Both of them are at least a foot long, though the turkey's almost cartoonish yellow cock is definitely longer and thicker than the pig's. \n\n"What are you even talking about?! What are yMGLF!" Your terrified protests are cut off as the turkeyman shoves the fat head of his prick past your lips and in deep enough that it nudges the opening of your throat. The pigman takes over holding your wrists to keep you down on your knees, while the turkey grabs your head with his long, feather-like fingers. The sounds of your gagging and quagging fill the room as he begins thrusting ruthlessly, the blunt tip of his cock shoving harder against your throat each time.\n\nIt's only a few thrusts before he forces himself past the opening ring, and then just keeps going, not stopping until your throat is bulging with the full girth of his shaft and your nose is pressed against the brown feathers of his crotch, his dangling leathery sack rubbing against your chin. You squirm and struggle against their grip, trying to breathe, rolling your eyes up to look at the vengeful turkey's face as he smirks down at you. He does pull back after a moment, but only so that he can start fucking your throat for real now, his balls swinging forward to slap your chin every time he pumps in.\n\nHe relentlessly fucks your face for several long minutes, working your head up and down his shaft and pumping his round hips, the frill of feathers behind his ass swaying lightly as he moves. Finally he pulls back, his cock slipping from your lips, covered in a churned-up spit which dribbles down your chin as well. You gasp desperately for breath, but your reprieve is short-lived as he forces you to turn your head and shove your mouth over his porcine comrade's cock.\n\nThis time your throat is forced open on pretty much the first shove, the pudgy pigman stuffing a good four inches down your throat before he even starts thrusting. The turkeyman continues to move your head, forcing you to fuck your mouth onto the throbbing pink cock. Finally the turkey gives a good hard shove and makes you take it all, working his hands to make you grind your nose into his sweaty crotch, his heavy, wrinkled sack rubbing your chin and quickly growing damp with your drool.\n\nThe pigman fucks your mouth for a good five minutes, before the turkey yanks your head off of his friend's dick and replaces it with his own. The two trade off stuffing their huge dicks down your throat for what seems like forever, until finally the turkey pulls out and shifts one of his hands to grab your arm instead. The pig releases his hold on that arm and reaches down, shoving the neck of your cute Thanksgiving sweater down until yarn pops and fabric stretches, his thick thumb catching the front of your bra and shove it down as well, until both are hooked under the full globes of your tits. Both stroke themselves for long moments as you pant and gasp, before the pigman gives a loud squeal and the turkey clucks loudly, both letting out long streams of thick, creamy white cum that splatter all over exposed breasts.\n\nBy the time they're done, you look down and see a near layer of glaze all over the tops of your tits, and can feel it oozing and dripping down between them and under your clothes. Before you can even try and speak again, the two animal-men force you onto your back on the kitchen floor, the pigman once again taking over holding your arms down. Displaying surprising strength, the turkey rips and tears at your sweater and bra until they're completely off of you, scattered across the tile in tatters. He grabs at the waistband of your jeans and yanks repeatedly, forcing them over the round curves of your hips, making sure they haul your panties along with them as he forces them down your feebly kicking legs.\n\nThe pig waddles forward on his knees, replacing holding your arms with his hands by pinning them down with his knees. He lowers that massive pink sack of his down onto your lower face, until it completely covers your nose and mouth, not only filling your nostrils with the stink of his sweaty balls but cutting off your air. Desperate, you try to use your tongue to move his balls with your tongue, managing to get enough measly gasps of air to breathe. Meanwhile you can hear the pigman sorting in satisfaction as you start tonguing the soft, wrinkly skin of his sack, "rewarding" you with a smack to one of your breasts that makes you yelp against his nuts.\n\nThe turkey grabs and lifts your legs, making you spread them as he slides forward, then shoves his huge yellow dick into your pussy, making you yowl as he goes balls-deep on the first thrust. He starts pumping away hard and fast right from the start, thrusting hard enough to shake your entire body, making your tits bounce and jiggle atop your chest. His cartoonish prick definitely spreads you open wider and plunges into you deeper than you've ever felt, and the sheer intensity of the situation soon has your body reacting eagerly, even as you feel the shame and shock of being molested by freakish animal-men and having to tongue a pig's balls just to breathe.\n\nThe turkey doesn't seem any more inclined to cum quickly than he did when he was fucking your mouth. He lifts your legs and lets your thighs rest against his fat belly, lifting your own jiggly round ass off the tile and letting his balls slap up against it with every thrust. The pig grabs your tits with his thick, three-fingered hands and starts kneading and squeezing them roughly, occasionally giving one of them a smack or pinching your stiff nipples with his hoof-tipped fingers, his motions massaging the thick double load of cum into your skin until it shines like it's been oiled. You can tell he enjoys your gasps and yelps and moans as you're force-fucked and molested since his balls occasionally twitch when you get particularly noisy. But eventually he apparently decides that he'd prefer something a bit more stimulating and even more humiliating for you, he shifts forward, his fat pink buttocks pressing against the sides of your face as he presses his asshole up against your mouth. Unable to do anything else to encourage him to keep letting you breathe, you start tonguing the pungeant pink pucker, hearing him squeal gleefully (and smugly) in response.\n\n"That's right, oppresser bitch, suck his ass in recompense for your sins," the turkey clucks smugly, lowering a winglike hand to smack the side of your ass and make you 'MMF!' loudly into the pigman's pucker. "You like it, don't you, like being made to check your human carnivore privilege, you fucking cunt!"\n\nShamefully, you have to admit to yourself you <i>are</i> getting off on this. As humiliating as it is to admit, your pussy is sopping wet, little squirts of wetness forced out every time that massive yellow prick pumps into it. Even the pig's abuse of your tits is starting to make your body twitch in pleasure every time he smacks one of his inhuman hands against one, making it wobble side-to-side before resuming its up-and-down bouncing from the hard fucking the turkey's giving you. When you hear the pig squealing and turkey clucking again, and feel a thick, hot wetness raining on your tits and flooding into your pussy, your body bucks and spasms, your cunt clenching and squeezing around the turkey's spasming prick.\n\nEventually the two pull away, leaving you splayed panting on the floor, your body covered in sweat and jizz, the turkey's second large load of cum steadily dribbling out of your sodden, slightly gaping pussy and down your taint to puddle on the floor. Both of them stand over you, cocks still jutting forward, apparently inexhaustible. "Alright, holiday whore," the turkey says, stroking his cock slowly as he contemplates your unresisting form. "Let's see if you've truly acknowledged your guilt. Get up on your knees with your filthy face on the floor, and spread your asscheeks so that we can punish your asshole."\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in and cooperate.|HollyNov1x4]]\n\n[[Never!|HollyNovPlaceholder]]

That previous small part of your brain insisting that felt fantastic and you shouldn't care about anything else just keeps getting more insistent until it entirely takes over your head. You sit up and look over towards Genma where he's flopped naked on his back, portly belly rising and falling with his snores, that long, fat cock drooping less than half hard and glistening in the moonlight with a mix of his cum and yours. Rolling onto all fours, you crawl over towards him and around between his legs, spunk dribbling down your thighs all the while. Hm... while you're really only interested in getting your pussy pounded again, obviously he isn't gonna be able to do it with his cock like this. Well... you have at least some idea of what girls do to fix that issue.\n\nYou settle partly onto your side between his legs and reach out to wrap a hand around the thick thing... just barely, you find, your girl form's small fingers barely able to touch to the tip of your thumb around the thing. Damn, the old man really is kind of hung like a horse. You stroke your hand slowly up and down along the slick, somewhat sticky length, watching it flop slightly with your motions. Slowly you lean forward and give the tip of it a tentative lick... you're surprised at the taste, finding you actually like it! Maybe the fuck-crazed part of your brain is convincing you that you do, anyway. You lick again, then start swirling your tongue around the fat head, any trepidation you had quickly disappearing as your father's cock steadily firms up under your ministrations. Getting into the flow of things, you actually slide your lips over the spongy tip and start slurping, your tongue working more enthusiastically as you start to suckle. You begin bobbing your head, taking in more and more of it, moaning just a little around the hot flesh filling your mouth.\n\nSoon Genma's throbbingly hard again, but at this point you're not nearly so focused on getting it stuffed back in your pussy, despite its eager ache and dripping along your thigh to thin out the cum already smeared there. You just keep bobbing your head up and down, feeling the tip bump against your throat. You slowly push on, taking it into your throat, moaning again as you feel it stretching you open just like it did your pussy. You keep stroking the lower half with your hand, speeding up both motions and slowing them down in turn, just caught up in the experience of sucking a big fat prick and loving it now.\n\nYou're not sure how long you're at it before you feel a hand rest on your head and feel a shift in Genma's body. You roll your blue eyes up to look at his face... his eyes are definitely open now, and staring down at you. But whatever he might think about his son-turned-daughter sucking his cock in the middle of the night, apparently he can't bring himself to stop you. You wait for just a second, then slowly lower yourself further down his cock, quagging a bit as it pushes into your throat again. He moans lowly, lips parted as he watches you work his dick so eagerly, taking more of the fat shaft past your lips, your throat bulging as you gulp it down. Finally your lips bump against your fingers, and you slide a bit more onto your front, hands moving to his thighs as you slide into position to start going further down on it. Genma puts both hands on your head, helping push you down a bit further every time you go, but letting you up every time you raise your head, his fingers tangled in your sweaty red hair.\n\nFinally your lips press around the very root of it, your nose pressed into the sweaty, musky nest of his pubes and his balls resting on your chin. Genma groans loudly, and his hands on your head start urging you up and down just a few inches, motions quick as he gets you to fuck your mouth on his prick. You tongue at the underside of your father's cock, writhing lightly on the futon and floor, tits pressed against the sweat-soaked fabric beneath them. Finally he lets out a low moan and shoves forward, and you can feel his cock twitching and throbbing in your mouth as he cums into your stomach. You shudder, your pussy clenching as you cum just from having your throat fucked. Forget ever resisting your urges again if you can get off just by sucking a dick!\n\nYou pull up once his cock goes a bit more still, Genma taking his hands away. You gasp loudly as his cockhead pops out of your mouth, panting heavily as you try to catch your breath. But without a word you push up onto all fours and turn away, pointing your ass at your father like a bitch in heat that doesn't care who it gets fucked by as long as it gets fucked, your full tits hanging down under you, glistening with sweat and smears of cum. Similarly Genma says nothing as he moves up behind you and grabs your slim waist with one hand, using the other to rub the tip of his cock up and down your slit and making you moan eagerly. Then he pushes in, sliding his cock smoothly into your already well-fucked pussy, grabbing your waist with both hands now. Soon he's fucking away at you, stiff prick plunging into your eager cunt, hips slapping against your round, sweat-glistening ass, the noise faintly underlaid by his heavy balls slapping against your crotch. You try to keep your moans down to a low roar as you rock back against him, your own motion and his impacts making your heavy tits wobble around energetically underneath you. At least until he leans forward and grabs them both, making you cry out softly as he begins kneading them, rough palms rubbing your nipples.\n\nHe pants and huffs in your ear like an animal, his big body a conscious weight above your petite one, his hips driving his cock forward with the impressive strength of years of martial arts training despite the fat layered over his muscles. Still, amidst all of that comes a growl of words. "You like that, huh?" Simple, but it sends a shudder all through you.\n\n"Oh gawd yes!" you gasp out. "Please, please, fuck me-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-, Pop!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["-, Daddy!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["-, with that big, fat cock!"|FRanX]]

"Seems like it's more than crossin' your mind," Ranma comments, grinning as he grips your cock through the layer of silk covering it, actually giving it a few light tugs and making you moan. Then he steps back and unbuttons his shirt, shrugging out of it, then shoving down his pants and boxers, nude in a matter of seconds. Well, you did lower his shame rating, after all, it's not surprising that he's willing to get naked and fuck in the middle of the day, likely with other people in the house.\n\nHell, if it doesn't bother him, why should it bother you? You quickly copy his own motions, fumbling just a bit at the unfamiliar style of clasps on your shirt but managing to get it open and off, then ditching your pants as well. Ranma steps in the moment you straighten up from pushing them down, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his lips to yours, tongue hungrily delving into your mouth. Abandoning any of your own sense of shame, you suck lewdly on his tongue as you grip his toned ass with both hands, grinding your hard cock against his lightly. He moans eagerly into your mouth, shifting his hips to move both against the squeezing of your hands and the rubbing of your cock. You can just barely feel a faint warm smear of wetness against your belly from him rubbing against you and leaving a little bit of pre on your skin.\n\nBut after a few minutes of that, he draws back and lays down on his back, grinning up at you as his cock juts up in the air, his tongue flicking around his lips invitingly. Not needing much more explanation than that, you move to straddle his head and then lean forward, wrapping a hand around his shaft and stroking it lightly. Ranma makes a pleased little noise at that, then muffles himself by wrapping his lips around the head of your cock. You moan loudly at the feel of that hot wetness engulfing the tip of your prick, even moreso as he starts to suck and work his tongue over you. You obligingly return the favor, leaning your head forward and sliding your mouth over the bulging head of his dick, your tongue quickly getting a taste of that oozing pre that he'd previously been smearing on your belly.\n\nYou start bobbing your head up and down, pumping your fist over the rest of the length that you're not sucking. Ranma moves his head as well, though he can't get quite the same range of motion since he's having to lift. His hands roam over your ass, squeezing and stroking, and then starting to give you little pushes, actually encouraging you to give shallow thrusts down and lightly fuck his mouth. You oblige, of course, rewarding him for his courtesy by gulping his own cock down even further, letting it push open the tight confines of your throat. You've never actually deepthroated someone before, but you find it surprisingly easy. Either you're a natural, or being in a virtual environment makes it a lot easier to do this sort of thing. Soon you're pushing down far enough that your lips are wrapped around the root of his shaft, and you shift your hand to playing with Ranma's full balls as you start working your mouth up and down the full length of his manhood.\n\nBy then you're really fucking down into Ranma's mouth, your balls lightly slapping his face... not that he seems to mind at all. In fact he's still eagerly working his tongue along the top of the shaft as you push down into the tight confines of his own throat. Both of you are gulping and quagging audibly, the room filled with the sounds of two teenage boys hungrily gobbling cock as the noonday sun warms your bare back. Eventually Ranma's cock starts throbbing in your mouth, and you can feel increased moans shuddering through your cock as he gets close. You give his balls a light, encouraging squeeze, and that's all it takes to have him emptying them into your mouth. His load is heavy, thick, and you're not entirely sure how you manage to swallow so much of it! But you do, gulping eagerly, even as some of it escapes to ooze down the sides of his saliva-glistening shaft in milky streams. You can feel Ranma gulping hard to swallow your own load as you release, wondering if he's getting a lot more splattered than you are by being on bottom.\n\nBut eventually no more thick, creamy blasts coat your tongue, and Ranma gives you a light push up so that your cock slides out of his mouth. You raise up enough to look down between your bodies and see that his mouth and chin are indeed splattered with white droplets, though they get rubbed in as he wipes a hand across his lower face. "Whew. That was awesome," he says with a grin. "What next, bud?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue like this, but add some toys.|RanPP3x3]]\n\n[[Fuck him.|RanPPplaceholder]]\n\n[[Get fucked by him.|RanPPplaceholder]]

You've developed a real taste for sixty-nining, you quip to yourself as you lick your lips, and you aren't quite ready to move on yet. But you do want to crank things up a little, so you briefly access your debug menu and start skimming through the items you can spawn. Eventually finding one that's simply a large assortment of sex toys bundled together, you tap that. Immediately the world unfreezes, a number of items appearing on the floor next to the two of you without fanfare or effect.\n\n"Oh, hey, cool." Whether the program keeps him from thinking too hard about where the stuff came from or, with his new personality he just doesn't care, Ranma immediately reaches over and snags something gleaming and silver, as well as one of the multiple small tubes of lube. Grinning, you reach out to do the same, though the item you take is a long, blue gel-material dildo, one that comes complete with a pair of molded balls, and start slicking it up with another tube of lube. Ranma raises his knees so that his thighs are up around your head, giving you better access as you move the dildo into place, nudging the tip against his pucker and then starting to push it inside. He moans loudly, giving your cock an encouraging lick along the side as you slide the toy up his ass, working it in gradually until the firm translucent blue balls press up against his flesh-and-blood ones.\n\nAbout then you feel something cool and smooth nudge up against your own asshole, and then jerk a little in surprise as it begins humming and shaking. You gasp loudly as Ranma starts sliding the vibrator inside you, then decide to muffle your moans on his dick, sliding it back into your mouth. He mmms and almost coos as you start sucking and slurping at him again, but continues to work the vibrator deeper into your ass, only returning to sucking on you as well once he's begun pumping the buzzing, shimmying plastic length into your hole. You start fucking him with the dildo as well, stroking the long see-through blue length up his ass. Now the sounds of the toys plunging into tight, sucking holes with plenty of lubrication and the vibrator's obvious hum are added to the noises of eager, shameless cocksucking.\n\nSoon you're fucking Ranma's mouth again, pumping your hips to work your cock down into his throat and back up to take the shining silver vibrator deeper into your ass. Ranma too is working his hips, and soon you actually slip the dildo under him, letting the base rest against the floor so that he can ride it as you work your head eagerly up and down his length. You grip his strong thighs with both hands, feeling the muscles flex as he works his ass over the squeezing, shifting blue faux cock inside him, using them as a good balance so you can thrust your mouth and throat down on him faster.\n\nIt takes longer this time, both of you trying to draw it out as long as possible, enjoying the feeling of having your asses fucked by your friend's choice of toy while you suck each other's cocks, but eventually it's too much. You're the first one to go, pumping another load into Ranma's eager cumdump of a mouth, and it's only a few more strokes before he thrusts up hard into your mouth, spilling his own jizz right down your throat, the dildo actually slipping free of his ass and jutting up in the air, pressing against the underside of his balls.\n\nYou finally raise your head and lean it against Ranma's thigh, panting to catch your breath... though you admit, you don't really feel that out of breath. Now what...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Plenty more toys to play with.|RanPPplaceholder]]\n\n[[Take a rest.|RanPPplaceholder]]

You decide to take the janitorial position. You've done lots of that sort of work over the years, it's like putting on a comfortable old shoe, and then mopping up the shoeprints it leaves behind on clean linoleum. Heck, you even have the standard issue temp agency red jumpsuit they give their people for janitorial jobs already in the closet, so that'll save you from having to go and pick up the uniform.\n\nYou show up at the Boobonic Institute prepared for a day of orientation, but after you knock on the door a short man with thinning, wild white hair, attired in such a stereotypical labcoat and high-collared shirt that you start to wonder if somebody's putting you on. "Uh, hi, the temp agency sent me, I'm Mike." Seeing his suspicious stare of incredulity, you add, "The janitor?"\n\n"Oh. Oh yes." He lets out an audible 'harrumph'... seriously, he actually says "Harrumph!" under his breath... before stepping back and waving you inside. "Well, get in here, then, and start mopping. The floors are filthy."\n\n"Uh, sure, you got it," you reply, stepping into the dim interior, squinting a bit at what looks like a bunch of tables and random equipment scattered around, along with an oversized TV screen on one wall. It looks more like some science nerd's basement than a proper scientific institute. "But you kind of have to provide your own materials, Doctor...?"\n\n"Canny," he grumps, before huffing in annoyance and calling out, "Frankie!"\n\n"Coming, Doc!" chirps a cheerful female voice, a rather odd sound coming from the hallway off to one side. As the owner of the voice comes into view, you realize that the noise was unfamiliar because you've never seen someone with a chest so big that it jiggles audibly. Your jaw drops as you stare at the oncoming woman, who's wearing some sort of bland green bodysuit that must have had a family-sized camping tent's worth of extra fabric sewn to the chest to accommodate her tits. Each one is bigger than her torso, and wobbles and bounces energetically with every step. You'd think someone with that much mass would be unable to move, but she doesn't seem bothered in the slightest.\n\n"Frankie, this is our new janitor. Janitor, this is The Internet's Frankie."\n\n"Howdy, janitor, nice to meetcha!" Frankie replies, reaching up and giving her ballcap a tip, showing off the little cow horns sewn to the sides.\n\n"Um. Yeah. Nice to... you too. And, uh, it's Mike."\n\n"Show Janitor where the cleaning supplies are, Frankie," Dr. Canny grumbles.\n\n"Oh, yeah, you probably need to mop the floors, huh? They're always such a huge mess, no idea why," Frankie muses, wheeling around and apparently not noticing as her breasts sweep everything off of a tabletop and send it smashing to the floor, brightly-colored fluids spreading across the linoleum as she jiggles away. Giving the mess a bemused glance, you follow along after her, taking in the scruffy brown hair and her rather nice ass now that her breasts aren't quite as in-your-face, though you can still see almost as much of them even with her being turned away. She shows you down the hallway to a fairly typical supply closet door, having to step sideways so she can open it without her chest getting in the way. "Here y'go! Need anything else...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, you need to know what's up with those tits!|MikeMSTPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Well, is there anything dangerous you should avoid?|MikeMSTPlaceholder]]\n\n[[No, just get to work.|MikeMST1x1]]

Fiddling with the options, you hit the button to implement them. "-p, man?" Ranma continues as he unfreezes, though his tone turns a bit sultry and his lips curve in a smile as he says it. He rolls to the side a bit and comes to his feet, walking over and sliding his hand down, lightly cupping your cock and balls through the black silk covering them. You give a little 'mmf' at his rather brazen display, your cock starting to harden and press against his palm. "Come over so we can do some fooling around?"\n\n"Thought had crossed my mind," you murmur as he continues to rub at you lightly through your pants, his hand shifting to grip your shaft and tug gently at it. Obviously you've unleashed his libido fairly thoroughly, the question is, what do do with it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay like this.|RanPP3x2]]\n\n[[Switch Ranma to girl form.|RanPP10x1]]\n\n[[Switch to girl form yourself.|RanPPplaceholder]]\n\n[[Lesbian fun.|RanPPplaceholder]]\n\n[[Go molest someone else together.|RanPPplaceholder]]

"Well... alright," you agree shakily after several more glances at the screen where the actress is now dragging her tongue repeatedly up the actor's long, thick shaft.\n\n"Awesome." Kevin scoots a bit more to the edge of the bed and spreads his legs wide. "You do me first, I'll do you after," he whispers, apparently accepting it just as easily as that.\n\nYou swallow heavily, then slip off the bed and settle to your knees, scooting around between his legs. You can't help but stare at his jutting erection, the smooth almost flawless skin covering it, the light tufting of dark hair around the base of it, his smooth balls hanging down a bit. You gulp a little again as you watch a drop of pre build at the tip, but finally work up the nerve to lean in. Unsure of what to do with your hands, you rest them on the bedframe as you lean in and lick your way up the underside of the shaft, trying not to pay too much attention to the salty-skin taste of it or Kevin's little moan. You don't know where to look, either... looking up at his face like the girl on the video just seems way too much, somehow, and you're not sure you can keep on target with your eyes closed. You settle for closing them most of the way, until you can just see a bit of the outline of his cock as you continue licking at it.\n\nThough the first few motions of your tongue are timid, you can't help but worry that you're doing a bad job and Kevin will eventually call you on it. So you start licking a bit more firmly, and finally raise one hand up to wrap it around the base of his shaft so the rest will stay still as you're running your tongue over it. You mmf a little as a trickle of pre goes right onto your tongue, almost at the exact same time your own still very hard cock gives a throb. Well... in for a penny, and all. You take a deep breath, then slide your mouth over your friend's cockhead, rolling your tongue around it, shivering a little again at his rather louder gasp at the feeling.\n\nYou do a few timid bobs of your head up and down while sucking lightly on the tip, working just a little further down with every thrust, but not quite working up the courage to go too far down. Then you hear Kevin give a louder moan and a murmur of "Holy shit... dude, look at that..."\n\nFiguring that he can't be wanting you to look at your own handiwork, you raise your head with a slight cough and turn a bit to look at the screen. A petite white woman is getting fucked hard up the ass by a very big black guy, his thrusts hard enough to shake not just her, but the mattress. You can't help but stare as much as Kevin is, because holy shit indeed.\n\n"... C'mon, let me do it," Kevin murmurs, gently pushing your head back closer to his cock.\n\nYou mmf a bit as your cheek rubs against the head, tugging back a little. "Wh-what? You mean..."\n\n"Yeah, finish up and then lemme fuck you, dude... I mean, you can have your turn after, promise. Both. Honest."\n\n<hr>\n[[No way! We take turns with both!|QOKevPorn1x3]]\n\n[[... well okay...|QOKevPorn9x1]]

You take a casual glance around, then sidle over towards the guy, settling in to lean on the wall nearby while he watches you without trying to be obvious about watching you. Actually he doesn't look a lot older than you... you think you might have even seen him around school once or twice. "Whatcha selling?" you ask quietly, glancing away.\n\n"Don't know I'm selling anything, whatcha lookin' for?" he asks in return.\n\nFair enough. What <i>are</i> you looking to get out of this?\n\n<hr>\n[[Weed.|GGBad]]\n\n[[E.|GGBad]]\n\n[[Something new and exciting.|GGBad]]\n\n[[Nah, nevermind.|GGBad]]

"Look, c'mon, it's no big deal," you mutter dismissively, waving halfheartedly at Dean as he hovers over your shoulder fretting. "Like you said they're probably just doing major boring shit anyway, just drinking heavily while they're doing it and maybe wearing dumb costumes. I'll peek in, satisfy my curiosity, and shut it off, it's no big."\n\n"Cyan, c'mon!"\n\n"Hush, hush, see, it's just-" You point as you link up to one of the cameras... and freeze as the screen is abruptly filled by a masked woman enthusiastically sucking a cock right about at the exact height you hid the camera at. Your jaw goes slack, and behind you you can hear Dean making strangled shyboy noises. "... Uh. Huh. Well." You switch to one of the other cameras that you hid in the downstairs bathroom to find a masked man bent over the toilet seat, being pounded in the ass by another wearing a dog mask. Swallowing, you switch to one of the ones with a general view of the living room, and, "Yeaaah that is definitely a lot of naked people."\n\nIt is, in fact, a veritable houseful of naked people. Luckily a check of your room shows that it's closed and the lights are out, looks like your parents at least made it off-limits. But much of the rest of the house is filled with people who are either naked or mostly naked, a few here and there wearing bits of lingerie or other accessories. Everyone is masked, most of them with masks just covering their upper faces, but a few of them have full facemasks or even somewhat helmet-like things like Mr. Dogmask in the bathroom. And while some of them are just hanging out and chatting like you'd expect of any normal party, added to that are them occasionally reaching out to fondle or pinch at one another, not to mention the people just out-and-out fucking at various points. The body types range from young and fit to old and fit to young and pudgy to old but apparently still capable of giving a good facefucking.\n\n"Hunh," you murmur, mostly to yourself. "Well, it's sexier than 'Eyes Wide Shut'. Not that that'd take much."\n\n"Your parents let you watch that?" Dean says in a somewhat distant tone, his wide eyes still glued to the screen and his face red. \n\nYou can't help but glance at him briefly and make a bit of a face. How to explain to this sweet summer child that it is actually physically possible to watch something you have not been given explicit permission to watch? Well, case in point, you turn your own attention back to the screen, where an area in the middle of the room is being cleared. "Oh, hey, they're doing something. The heck is that?" you continue as several men bring out something that looks like a frame made of thin pipes. "Wait, come to think of it, I think I've seen that disassembled in the garage. But it's some kind of... yeah, it's a kinky sex thing," you snort as a woman in a mask and collar is led forward towards it and bent forward some, her wrists pressed and fastened into cuffs attached to part of the frame. \n\n"We shouldn't be watching this. Who is that anyway?" Dean asks curiously, apparently unable to help leaning a bit closer to look at the large, dangling breasts of the woman now being supported bent forward with her round, full ass jutted out and her legs spread to show off her bare pussy.\n\n"... Um." It suddenly sinks in where you've seen the particular white mask the woman is wearing, and the length of the black hair despite it currently being in a braid, as well as the proportions. "I... think that's my mom."\n\nDean makes another strangled squeaking sound. After all, he knows your mother, and now she's on screen bent over, displaying her pussy and asshole to dozens of onlookers and the camera (despite not knowing about the latter). "Ohgosh ohgosh ohgosh turn it off!"\n\nYou continue to ignore him for the moment, feeling weirdly curious as to where this is going. Is your father going to step up wearing that black mask you saw in their bedroom? Well, it turns out that a black masked figure does indeed step up... but it's another woman. Her mask is a 'Zorro' style one with a molded face section and long tails tied in back, mostly leaving her thick, wavy auburn hair unbothered and hanging down past her shoulderblades. She's tall and lean and with a severe look about her, probably helped by the fact that the only thing she's wearing other than the mask is a thing that you can only think of as a 'tactical corset', done up with straps and clasps rather than laces and a few places that look like they're for attaching things too. Well, that's not true, she's also wearing a pair of shoulder-high fingerless gloves, showing them off as she runs the thin straps of a flogger through her fingers. "Who the <i>hell</i> is that?" you can't help but hiss, leaning in a bit closer and squinting at the screen.\n\n"... I think..." Dean swallows heavily, before speaking again, voice faint. "I think that's <i>my</i> mom."\n\nYou jerk a bit in place, turning your head to look at him before returning to staring at the screen. Now that he says it, you can totally see it... the hair color's the same, just not in its usual braid-and-bun do, though you'd guess the length is about right for said style. Despite her nudity, once you mentally add clothes the build matches up too. So now you're presented with the image of Dean's mostly naked mother approaching your entirely naked mother and gently brushing the tips of of the flogger's strands against her bare and vulnerable ass.\n\n<hr>\n[[Nnnnnnnnnnnnope!|GGParent]]\n\n[[... Well that's a hell of a thing.|GGParent]]

"Mamas! Mamas! Look what I found!"\n\nYou blink, looking up from sweeping the front walk. The little shrine area has grown over the years, and now hosts a comfortable little old Japanese house behind the well-endowed statue. Akane emerges from said house at the sound of your daughter's calls, her huge tits jiggling and swaying as she comes up to your side. "What is it, Ranko?"\n\n"A boy~!" the girl squeals, practically skipping as she approaches, coming to a halt and yanking said boy around against her front. Her tits (only FFs or so, she's still got some growing to do) press around either side of his head as she wraps her arms around him, the dark tan boy's face darkening further in a blush as she wiggles and squirms against his back, giggling cheerfully as her ears flick and tail swishes. "His name's Masako and he's reeeeally cute, I think he's the one for me!"\n\n"Hmmm, are you sure?" Akane says with a thoughtful expression, looking him up and down, especially eyeing the bulge in the front of his jeans. "Ranko, you're only 92, after all."\n\n"Awwww, but just loooook!" the redhead squeals, actually lifting Masako up so that her tits are hefted by his shoulders. "He's great!"\n\n"Step back and at least let your moms have a look at him, honey," you add, setting aside the broom and walking over with Akane as your daughter scurries back a short distance, leaving the blushing boy staring with wide eyes at the quartet of absolutely huge tits approaching him, and then pressing lightly on either side. "Hmmmm, well, he's pretty cute, I guess," you allow after a moment. \n\n"Those are some pretty green eyes," Akane adds, smirking as she reaches out to ruffle the boy's hair, giggling a little herself as he looks wildly back and forth between you.\n\n"Alright, Ranko, buuuut... I think he needs to be juuust a little more Tanuki-ish down here first," you note, moving a hand down to cup the bulge in his jeans, giving your own giggle as you hear him gasp and see him shudder, feeling a warm, wet spot spread in the denim under your palm.\n\n"Awww, moooooms, I wanna take his virginity!" Ranko whines, giving one bare foot a stamp and making her boobs bounce heavily.\n\n"Don't worry, you can, we'll just do it by hand," Akane promises as you undo Masako's jeans and pull down his underwear, fishing out his still-hard, cum-smeared cock and starting to stroke it. Akane pushes his underwear down further, gently scooping his balls into her palm and starting to fondle them. You both make gentle, sweet, but teasing noises, making sure to shake your shoulders and press your tits against him as the whimpering, trembling boy's eyes roll in his head. His cock gradually swells and grows in your hand, getting thicker and thicker, his balls hanging heavier, fatter, and ever more full as Akane fondles and rubs them.\n\nBy the time you both step back, Masako looks dazed, his glazed eyes widening as he looks down and sees the eighteen inch monster jutting from his crotch. "There you go, Ranko, a proper Tanuki cock on your cute boy," you declare with a soft laugh. "Have fun!"\n\nRanko squeals happily, leaping forward and tackling Masako onto his back on the ground. Before he can protest she's angling that huge prick up and then sliding her pussy smoothly and effortlessly down over it. Within seconds she's eagerly riding him, tail swirling in a <i>w-w-woosh!</i> every time her round ass rises and falls, wet pussy engulfing Masako's thick brown dick again and again. Whatever shock he was feeling is soon overcome though, and quickly he's kneading her jiggling tits and bucking up against her, moaning eagerly as raccoon ears poke out from amidst his tousled dark hair.\n\n"Well, that's the last of them to find someone," Akane comments as she comes to snuggle up against your side, putting an arm around your waist as you do the same to her, your tits pressing together in the center. "Our last baby is growing up."\n\n"It's not like we don't see the other eleven every day, honey," you comment dryly, enjoying the parental, lewd warmth of watching your daughter ride the massive cock of her new husband, as you await your own turn with the new son-in-law. "But if you are starting to feel empty-nest-y, we could always go for lucky number thirteen. And fourteen too, while we're at it."\n\n"Oooo, let's!" Akane squeals. "We can take turns, one of us doing the enchantment on his balls while the other rides him, the first one to get knocked up gets a footrub!"\n\n"Okay~!"\n\n<b>Tanuki Hairpin</b> end - <i>Two lesbian raccoons and their happy family</i>

Might as well admit it... during your epic masturbation session last night, thoughts passed through your head about what you might like to do with... or to... your parents. After all they're both still vital, attractive people, and you lick your lips a little at the thought that now they could be all yours for the asking.\n\n"Actually, I'm less hungry than... horny," you announce, figuring that you can at least play that off as a crass joke if it doesn't work, and maybe get off with a scolding about appropriate humor.\n\nInstead your mother nods. "Hm, alright, well, you are a teenager. Anything you'd like to do about that?" \n\n<hr>\n[[Take your mother upstairs.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Take your father upstairs.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Fuck them both here.|GGHH]]

Hm. Perhaps just the right blend of half-truths and lies would convince Dean's mother. ... Put like that, now you want to do it mostly for the challenge. You spend a bit concocting the tale, and messaging Dean to get it straight with him. Predictably he hedges a fair bit about the whole thing, but you're able to convince him to give it a shot. The plan: tell his mother that there's going to be a long D&D session, which she's usually... well, she tolerates them, with not the best grace in the world. (She seems to actually understand that her son needs friends, even as overprotective as she is, you'll give her that.) Then once she's agreed to that, he can add on the bit about you staying over since your parents have asked you to keep out of the way and it's fine with them and so on. A multi-tier plan built on half-truths and lies! Likely to come crashing down, but!\n\nYou're rather surprised when he messages you back saying that the sleepover is a go. Huh, that was actually way easier than you thought, you expected a game of telephone tag and having your parents talk to his mom and crap like that. But apparently it's fine for you to stay over, though of course his mother tacks on a long list of rules: only staying in the public parts of the house, curfew is eleven which is when you go straight to the guest room and don't come out until seven the following morning, stuff like that. Better than you hoped for anyway, even if a little prison warden-y. Sigh, poor Dean.\n\nThat Saturday in the early evening you arrive at his house and knock, not terribly surprised when you can faintly hear Dean hurrying to the door, no doubt not wanting to leave you waiting and thus look rude. He opens it, revealing pale platinum blonde hair and grey eyes... you've always been unable to help but think he looks sort of like he's one of those 'character from a black and white movie escaped into the real world' characters, except of course he's a cute, fairly short boy in a hoodie and jeans rather than some hard-bitten detective in a fedora and trench coat. (Ah, right, the eternal deep freeze of Dean's house, which is why everyone from the D&D group knows to bring their own hoodies and you brought one tonight.) "H-hey, Cy," he greets a little nervously, though he smiles a little as he brushes a finger at the corner of his mouth. "Um, well, I mean, c'mon in, glad you're... y'know."\n\n<img src="images/Dean.jpg">\n\n"Yeah, thanks," you answer, heading inside. You pause in the entryway while Dean closes the door, setting down your backpack and untying your Vault 101 hoodie from around your waist so you can shrug into it, leaving it open in front since it's a zip-up. "So where's your mom?" you ask, wondering just how far away from her you can keep for the night, especially once the two of you tell her that everyone else in the group "canceled".\n\n"Oh, um, that's right, I forgot to tell you. I think my mom even agreed to this because she's going to your parents' party... she already left, even. I guess she didn't want to risk disturbing their plans since she's a guest." Dean frowns thoughtfully as he follows you down into the very nicely-furnished basement that's been converted into a rather snazzy gaming room. (Yeah yeah she has her good points okay?) "I mean, I'm still kind of worried that I'll get in trouble if she finds out the game didn't happen, but..."\n\n"It'll be fine. But check this out," you say as you sit down at the table and haul out your laptop to set it up. "Aren't you a little curious to know what she's doing at that party?"\n\n"... I mean it is kind of weird, Mom's not much of a... party-er," he admits, though looking mostly confused as you get everything plugged in. "But she goes out every so often, and I mean she is kind of friends with your parents so it's usually their parties. Don't you figure they just... eat and listen to music or something?"\n\nYou admire his restraint in not picturing the adults having pizza and watching movies like one of the parties the friend group the two of you shares has, really you do. "Well I saw my parents making a bunch of kind of funny prep work for this party, so I decided to set up some hidden cameras so we can check it out."\n\nDean's jaw visibly sags. "Wha? But we can't! Cyan, that's spying!"\n\n"I mean they're spy cameras, so," you answer breezily as you watch the laptop boot up.\n\n"W-we shouldn't! I mean it'd suck if they did that to us, right?!" Dean blurts, and you have to admit that one stings a little. Yeaaah your parents sticking nannycams around the house to make sure you weren't getting up to anything, y'know, fun while they were gone would be pretty shit. Perhaps sensing he's scored a hit, Dean presses on. "C'mon, Cyan, let's not. How about I run an adventure instead? I can scale it just for one powerful character, I've got some notes and stuff so it would only take me like an hour to get everything together and then we can play all night. I mean, that sounds fun, right? Please?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No you wanna check the cams.|GGParent14x4]]\n\n[[Oh... fine.|CyanDDD1x1]]

"We'll go to the woods outside of town," you say, reaching over to take both of Akane's hands in yours. The two of you's tits have to pillow quite a bit for you to reach her as you lean forward and give her a kiss, flicking your tongue to collect a little of your own juices off of her smiling lips. "To the hidden shrine I found the hairpin that started all this at. Even Happosai doesn't know where it is."\n\n"We can be together," Akane says with a happy sigh, squeezing your hands, all the stubbornness and prudish pride having disappeared with her transformation. Her ears give a flick as she tilts her head, beaming at you. "And with our magic, even if anyone does come looking for us, we can just trick them or enchant them or whatever it takes to make them leave us alone."\n\n"Right," you answer with your own happy sigh. "Let's go," you murmur, leaning forward to kiss her again, this time disappearing you both in a puff of smoke the moment your lips meet.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|FRanX20xEnd2]]

"Okay, I want a look at these 'Oneesama candidates'," you announce. You snap your fingers, making her jump, and point at the door. "Lead the way."\n\n"O-of course!" she squeaks, rushing to the door and holding it open for you. You resist the urge to give a pleased moan. This is turning out to be the best day ever. \n\nShe shows you to a different part of the house, past what looks like a large dining room with rows of long, antique wood tables and gorgeous Victorian recreation chairs. The two of you edge up to one section of wall that's made out of garden windows with matching doors, the area beyond apparently partly open to the outside to judge by the amount of sunlight it's getting, and peek around the edge to peer in the window. What you see almost makes you choke. "Holy shit!"\n\n"What?! What is it?!" Kimiko squeaks in worry.\n\n"Most of them have bigger tits than me!" you blurt, your eyes wide. "What the hell!"\n\n"I did think you were a little small, for an American," the smaller girl admits, quailing a bit when you look at her, apparently taking your stare of confusion for displeasure.\n\n"I'm a D-cup," you reply flatly. Then do a bit of mental conversion of American bras to Japanese bras. "E-cup."\n\n"Don't worry, Layla-sama, I'm sure you'll get a growth spurt soon," she says with such honest conviction that you actually can't bear to be mad at her for saying something so crazy. Instead you look up again, trying to shake off the fact that the whole world (or at least the small landmass you're on now) has gone crazy.\n\n"Fine, fine, tell me the major players here, who's available, who are they, gimme the lowdown," you murmur, instinctively sensing that Kimiko will be, if nothing else, invaluable as an informant.\n\n"Um, okay. Oh, there, that tall girl with the shoulders, the one who's laughing," Kimiko says, managing to resist the urge to point. Good little stalker. "That's Denka Nijiko. Oh, um, I mean Nijiko Denka..."\n\n"Japanese-style is fine, just make with the exposition," you murmur as your eyes track the lithe girl who at least isn't bigger-breasted than you, though she's also bottle blonde... isn't there usually a bad reputation with that here?\n\n"O-okay. Well, she's the most athletic girl at St. Perpetua's. Running, jumping, swimming, she's great at everything. She could have transferred to the athletics program and become a professional sports star easy, but everyone said she was too close to the girl that she wanted to be her Oneesama. Now that girl's graduated and it's too late for her to transfer, so she just pursues all the athletics-related courses St. Perpetua's has."\n\n"Okay." You glance back and forth, before settling on one of the annoyingly better-endowed girls. "Her, the one with the fantastic hair and great jewelry."\n\n"Hoseki Rea. She specializes in fashion studies, what everyone calls the 'arm candy' courses." You trade a glance with her at that, and she shrugs. "Some say she's haughty but she's also really nice. She makes clothes for the other girls and only charges for materials, and they're always super pretty."\n\n"Hmm." Lot of potential there. Still, good to know all your options. "The nerd." At Kimiko's somewhat blank look, you nudge her. "The glasses. The book. The slightly rumpled hair. Ah, dammit, what's the word?" You scowl, trying to remember something one of the tapes said, before remembering and giving Kimiko a nudge in the back again. "The kinda fujoshi-lookin' one."\n\n"Oh! Kirabiyakana Yoru. She's got the best grades in school. Like, not just St. Perpetua's, in Meinubureiku Gakuen. She transferred in last year, and made friends with a lot of the other girls in her year, but didn't have an Oneesama. She's probably only heard about having an Imouto, I dunno what she even thinks about it."\n\n"Got it. Who's the chick with the tan?"\n\n"Arukoro Shingo. Her family's the biggest produce distributor in Japan, her big brother is in agriculture classes here at Meinubureiku Gakuen and her little sister is at St. Felicity's right now. She's super straightforward and always speaks her mind, everyone says it's almost like she's Amerrrr-" She shrinks a bit under your look. "-rrry person to be around."\n\n"Uh-huh. Alright, in the corner, and... holy <i>fuck</i>, her poor back," you hiss.\n\n"Habataki Shai," Kimiko says immediately, not even needing to look. "She doesn't talk much, she's pretty nervous around other people," she adds with a sigh, obviously knowing the feeling. "But everyone says she's the nicest person in the whole school, and she does super well in all her courses that have anything to do with like, parenting, or comforting, nutrition, all that stuff. Some of the other students are calling her 'The Ultimate Waifu'."\n\n"The students here are weird. ... Okay, the hyper chick bogarting the sugar bowl."\n\n"Sharotoruzu Paiko. She's..." Kimiko goes silent as the wavy-haired girl suddenly laughs so hard at something Nijiko said that she falls out of her chair. "... a little, um, eccentric. Her family owns a bunch of mining concerns, I think? But apparently she's got a reputation for constantly throwing parties every time she can get away with it, doing anything she thinks is fun, and generally driving the Sisters nuts."\n\n"What about-"\n\n"I think everyone else in there already has an Imouto, Layla-sama," Kimiko interrupts, sinking down a bit lower when you look at her. "It's... it's pretty much just those six right now. I mean, maybe there are some others, but-"\n\n"Yeah, no, I get it. Basically if I want an Oneesama, it's one of them." You purse your lips, looking up. This whole Oneesama and Imouto thing is obviously a huge part of the school culture. You don't exactly relish the idea of someone trying to 'mould' you, or whatever, but better that than being 'One of those pathetic first years who couldn't get an Oneesama'. So you're going to have to pick, and the sooner the better, because you have a feeling the longer you wait, the fewer of these girls will be available. The question is, which one...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Nijiko.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Rea.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Yoru.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Shingo.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Shai.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Paiko.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]

You stare at the characters at the top of one of the pages. Frowning, you lift the page up and face it towards Murata-sensei. "Um. Does this say 'Elegance'?"\n\n"Certainly," the counselor acknowleges with a small nod as you turn the page back around and start reading. "Our courses in elegance, etiquette, and refinement are second to none. You will learn flower arrangement, tea ceremony, household management, motherhood skills, therapy techniques, massa-"\n\n"These are homemaker courses," you interrupt while still reading over the page, earning another near-glare. "It's four years of teaching you to be a 'proper' wife."\n\n"If you wanted to put it with such typical American bluntness, then yes, they are. Rather, they are to prepare you to be the life partner of someone who likely has numerous important responsibilities such as running a company... or a country. Fully their partner, we believe, as invaluable to the function of their business as they themselves are." She actually smiles just a little. "With these courses, Mercer-san, you might be lucky enough to land yourself a good <i>Japanese</i> husband."\n\nIt takes every ounce of self control you have not to roll your eyes, but you manage. Slipping the page out of the folder again, you set the rest of the folder back on the desk. If you're honest with yourself, "marrying money" has always been your career plan from the very start. If you're really guaranteed success by graduating from this place like she says you are, this may actually be a high school education that will be of some use to you.\n\n"Excellent." Murata-sensei turns to her computer and spends a few moments typing, speaking as she does. "I think you'll be very pleased with your choice. Ninety-nine percent of graduates of the Elegance program at St. Perpetua's are married within two years, some directly after graduation."\n\n"St. Perpetua's?" you ask as you stand and follow after the counselor. "It's a different school?"\n\n"St. Perpetua's of the Loving Guidance is a part of Meinubureiku Gakuen, but largely functions as its own school, as do many of the others. This particular one is technically a Catholic school."\n\nYou can't help but giggle a little at the realization that you've flown all the way to Japan just to go to Catholic school, quickly schooling your expression to innocence as Murata-sensei looks at you. She shows you back outside to where the car is waiting now, both of you climbing in. Indeed, you even pass through a separate set of gates, driving by a large cathedral before finally pulling up in front of what's blatantly a mansion. Yes, this is what you were expecting when you heard of luxurious dorms! Murata-sensei leads you inside and through a hallway labeled 'East Wing'. In English, amusingly enough. "I'm sure your roommate will help with showing you around and showing you where your classes are, once you receive your schedule."\n\n"Roommate?" you whine, before again schooling your face when you get a Look. Once she looks ahead again, you poke your tongue out. Bitch. "I didn't know we'd have roommates."\n\n"It promotes closeness and community," she answers with such a prim, clipped tone that it's obviously the stock answer. She stops in front of a door labeled '1K' and opens it, allowing you to step inside. You do and have to admit that the room isn't bad, even if you do have to share it. It's huge, for one thing, even if it is all shared space, a pair of queen-sized canopy beds at the far corners. There's only one desk, but also a decent-sized table with chairs, some other comfy-looking furniture, even a fireplace. You trot inside and take a look around, opening the (walk-in, squee!) closet on one side and opening another door, finding a half-bath with what looks like honest-to-god gold sink fixtures. "Your dorm head will no doubt drop your schedule by eventually, along with your luggage," the counselor says, stepping back and closing the dooor.\n\nYou spend a few more minutes looking around the room before the door opens again. You turn to find a rather short, undeveloped (even relatively) Japanese girl entering, wearing a similar uniform to yours, though the jacket is black and the skirt is maroon and black patterned, and she's wearing a black tie and simple socks. She actually <i>squeaks</i> and gives a little jump of surprise as she spots you, and you can't help but smile like a cat with a captive mouse. Oh, you'll have this one jumping at your every command in no time. The expression seems to make her even more nervous, and she fidgets visibly, raising a hand to run it through her short black hair.\n\n"Um. H-hi. I'm Kimiko... you... you must be the transfer student."\n\n"Layla." You walk toward her with your best Bitch Stride, and she actually quails a little bit and draws in on herself as you wind up looming over her. You rest your hands on your hips, smiling down at her and staring her down, and you can tell it's taking everything she has not to actually hunch down and start trembling. Holy shit, this is so amazing you're almost getting wet. "Nice to meet you," you coo in a poisoned honey tone. "I hope we can be friends."\n\n"I-I hope so too!" she squeaks, in a tone that says she'd settle for not being swallowed whole.\n\n"Murata-sensei said you'll help show me around. You will, won't you?" you add in a purr, injecting juuust the tiniest amount of threatening tone into the second, letting her assume her own consequences if she doesn't.\n\n"Of course! Of course I will!" she almost whimpers. She peeks nervously up at you. "U-um, but once you get an Oneesama, she'll help you a lot too, y-you know, Layla-sa-" You shift your shoulders a little, and she bites her lower lip a little before finishing with a quiet. "-ma."\n\n"A 'big sister'?" you ask, tilting your head.\n\nAt that she perks up, relaxing just a little. "Th-that's right... you didn't go to junior high at St. Felicity's. You hear a lot about it there. Um, when you get to St. Perpetua's, first year girls like us are sort of 'adopted' by third year girls." She's almost smiling by now as she continues, though she twiddles her fingers nervously together. "Until they graduate, the Oneesama guides her Imouto, helps and protects her, and imparts her own particular lessons of femininity and elegance learned from her own Oneesama. Then, when your Oneesama graduates and you become a third year, you get to become an Oneesama yourself." By now she's practically beaming, before her face suddenly falls. "I bet I won't be a very good one, though."\n\nSomething dangerously close to the human emotion of 'pity' wells up in you before you mentally shove it out a window. You look at Kimiko speculatively. "Do you have an Oneesama yet?"\n\n"Um. No." She droops even more. "No third years have approached me, and I... I'm too shy to approach any of them." She sighs softly, hanging her head. "Honestly I'm getting worried. A lot of girls have already picked out who they want to be Oneesamas and Imoutos with ever since they were going to St. Felicity's. Right now there aren't even that many third year girls who don't have an Imouto already... if I don't have one, I... I..." She honest-to-god whimpers a little, before suddenly perking up. "But, most of the girls who don't have Imoutos are in the tea room right now! I..." She blushes, ducking her head. "I've been hanging around hoping to work up the courage to talk to one of them."\n\nHmmm...\n\n<hr>\n[["Show me these Oneesamas."|MeanJP1x2]]\n\n[["I don't need an Oneesama and neither do you."|MeanJPPlaceholder]]

"My Queen, King Mian is here. Shall I show him in?"\n\n"Yes, Angela, please," you answer with a smile and a nod.\n\nThe centaur standing below beams and bows at her human waist, heavy tits swaying. From the waist up she's almost literally angelic... hair of gleaming, snowy white that puffs and sets almost like feathers itself, a beautiful face with big blue eyes, creamy, perfect bare breasts, and of course there are the heavenly white-feathered wings at her back. Of course, from the waist down, her body is shining and golden... but utterly draconic, her feet clawed and gripping, the wings sprouting from her horizontal back leathery and batlike, her tail long and lizardlike, and of course the heavy balls swaying between her hindlegs and the thick sheath covered in gleaming, leathery hide as well. You sigh a little dreamily as you watch her cross the throneroom to the entrance doors. You really should order her to rut you sometime today... the combination of a big, flared head and ridges running up and down the shaft really is just delightful. It really is a good thing the generals grew to adulthood within a few years, getting the kingdom thoroughly established and Sleipnir's edicts moving within fifteen years would have been impossible otherwise.\n\nAt Angela's call to the guards standing at the door, the heavy golden things are swung open. Auryna flashes a grin at you as she leads the contingent in, her metallic golden flanks twitching and mirror-sheen balls swaying with the somewhat elaborate military step she's using to lead the diplomatic delegation into the throneroom. There's the king... about standard for them, a late middle-aged man with graying hair and opulent attire, accompanied by four lightly-armored women of strong builds wielding spears. Ah yes, the kingdom of Amanian is famous for its strong warrior women. Perhaps out of an overabundance of caution, Stella and Midnight both step from their positions at the sides of the raised dais where you hold court to the front of the long, shallow steps built for equinoid movement, Stella's midnight sky hair drifting in the air behind her, Midnight's ink-black skin shifting over the light flex of lean muscles. As the delegation crosses the throne room, you can see Mian peering about, and the guards doing so much more subtly. Though they take in the sight of armed and armored centaurs and horsepeople, you can tell all four are a bit shocked at the sight of humans amongst them... and not just slaves, but some obviously wearing the horse-themed armor of the Sleipnir Empire. Then they arrive at their position and actually look at you, Mian visibly blanching.\n\nHm. You wonder if the reaction is because you're currently standing there breastfeeding a pair of teenaged centaurs, both of nearly unearthly beauty with dark, curly hair and lovely faces that are currently buried against your tits (nearly twice the size they once were), their hands stroking and squeezing your mammaries in encouragement of them to produce. Or perhaps it's because both of your offspring are simultaneously being attended to by multiple naked human slaves. The ones tending to your son are using their tongues to worship his balls, his asshole, and of course his cock, their hands stroking it reverantly like the holy thing that it is. Your daughter's temple-slaves, each bearing Sleipnir's brand on their ass as a symbol of their devotion, similarly lick and suck at her thick pucker and perfect, large equine pussylips, two of them with their mouths wrapped around the thick nipples of her as yet unproducing udders in preparation for the day soon to come when you'll pick out her first stud.\n\n"Welcome, King Mian," you greet casually, rubbing your son and daughter's bare backs as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "You've come a long way under flag of truce, so let's get right to it, shall we?"\n\n"Ah... yes." The human man, obviously rather reluctantly, steps forward ahead of his guards, obviously stopping as soon as he deems it acceptable, especially with Stella's star-pupiled eyes and Midnight's absolutely voidlike ones boring into him. "I have come here in person to demonstrate my sincerity in hoping that there can be peace between our two nations."\n\nThat makes you throw back your head a bit and give a whinny-like laugh. (You've practiced it.) Mian seems stunned as you smirk down at him, obviously not used to such brazen discourtesy, in addition to the rest of your brazenness. "What you mean is, our troops are absolutely decimating yours. Our losses are virtually nonexistant, while yours make up at least half of your assembled armies. You won't get the legions you're desperately pressganging from the commonfolk trained and armored before winter, and even if you could, you'd just be throwing their lives away." You watch outrage build in his eyes, only to be replaced by sorrow as he realizes he can't counter a single thing you've said. "So either you've come to offer your surrender, or some sort of other deal."\n\n"... If you agree to let us coexist in peace," Mian says, obviously struggling with the words, perhaps having hoped he could at least phrase his plea bargain to let him keep his pride. "Then we will facilitate your passage through Amanian to Veshanti. We have heard the reports of your scouts being sighted there... they are... they are a larger and richer target than we, surely you would prefer to... spend your efforts on them?"\n\nYour wicked smile grows. "Veshanti. Your closest allies. The ones who have defended you in many other wars, and in fact spilt some blood already in this one. King Velar, I believe, even has your second son as his foster, right? And the terms of your alliance with them state that you're meant to destroy every bridge and easy path through Amanian to Veshanti in the case you're about to be overrun, doesn't it?"\n\nMian's jaw works, obviously humiliated both at your ability to suss out the terms of his political agreements, and at having him nailed to the spot. (He'd be even more ashamed if he knew how many members of his court were actually Sleipnir worshipers, likely slipping out of their opulent suites in the midst of the night to kneel in the stable and clean horsecock with their mouths.) "... Yes, that is correct."\n\nYou give a loud, elaborate 'mmmm' as you think, stroking your son's hair. Then you glance down at him. "Loki, what do you think?" \n\nHe raises his head with a soft 'pfwah', your thick nipple glistening with saliva and dripping milk as his mouth comes away from it. Seemingly unmindful of still having his ass, balls, and cock worshiped, he turns his regal gaze on Mian thoughtfully. He's already quite the young man, and your heart swells with pride as his voice, still with a bit of the sweetness of youth but steadily shifting into a bass rumble that his father would be proud of, fills the throneroom. "I think he is desperate and yet still overly proud, Mother. The deal he proposes will put him at war with Veshanti... he will need not only our mercy, but our protection. He will not speak his true request, to become our vassal state, because he fears what we will ask of him in return."\n\n"Is that true, King Mian?" you ask loftily, helping Loki make a show of it. "Does my lord husband have the right of it?"\n\n"It... it is true," Mian almost groans, lowering his head. "We... we ask that we become your protectorate. And... we will pay you whatever duties or tribute you deem necessary."\n\nLoki glances at you, and at your encouraging nod he steps forward, the slaves falling back and letting him stand on his own in prominence as he folds his arms over his sleek but muscular chest. "Each year we shall take one quarter of your grain, your fruit, and your spirits to feed our armies! All those currently armed and armored in your service shall be absorbed into our own legions, and be inducted into the worship of my god and father, Sleipnir! And once every fifteen years, we shall take one quarter of your women, of our choosing, to be our brood mares!"\n\nKing Mian had only winced at the earlier proclamations, but the last one causes his eyes to widen. Then he whirls around at the sound of surprised cries from his guards, staring in shock at the fact that your own guards apparently managed to get the drop on three of them and are wrestling them to the ground. The fourth was apparently subdued easily enough by Angela and is already on the ground face down and ass up, one of the dracotaur's draconic feat curled around the top of her head to pin her down and another tearing away the armor over her ass and pussy to make a path for the hot, dripping hybrid dragon-equine prick now jutting from her sheath. Auryna is already busily rape-breeding one of the others that the human guards have wrestled into position, the amazon-like woman's cries and moans growing steadily sluttier and more whorish the more of that gleaming golden horseprick is shoved into her sodden snatch. Stella and Midnight casually saunter past the stunned Mian and towards the other two first-chosen brood mare slaves as your guards wrestle their lower body armor off, the amazons staring at the pair of deep black equine dicks swaying beneath their soon-to-be-studs.\n\n"Furthermore..."\n\nMian whirls back around, his face going pale at the tone of Loki's voice and the sight of his scowl.\n\n"Not once in this entire meeting have you referred to Queen Cyan by any of her many respectful titles... Queen of Equines, Holy Brood Mare, Lord Mother, Studded of Sleipnir, Highest of Horses. You have insulted my mother, you have insulted my queen, and you have insulted my wife. For this disrespect, I declare that all females of your family are forfeit, not even to be included in the count of women to be given up as brood mares. Escorted by one of my generals, you will return to your kingdom, and assemble Queen Kilana, your eldest daughter Princess Mira, her daughter Princess Miasa, your second daughter Princess Vina, and your sister, the Duchess Miona. You will call the people of your kingdom into the high square, where before their eyes you will strip the women of your family naked for their low, common gaze, and yourself cry in a loud, clear voice that they are to be brood mares for the rest of their lives. You will load them into one of your own slave carts, and yourself drive them back here and herd them to this throne room. Here, you will personally press the brand of Sleipnir into their flesh, and then watch, <i>intently</i>, as I impregnate each one. Understood?"\n\n"..." Mian's mouth opens and closes several times, but finally he swallows and nods. "Yes... yes, King Loki. I understand, and hope... and hope my obedience in some way makes up for my disrespect, to... to yourself and Queen Cyan, Holy Brood Mare."\n\n"We shall see. Demonstrate your loyalty, and I shall offer you a new wife to make new sons and daughters with. Disobey, and far more than a quarter of your women will bear our young." Loki glances aside at one of the unoccupied guards. "Escort him to the gates. General Auryna will be along presently to accompany him home, as soon as she is done putting foals in his guard."\n\nMian's eyes linger on the sight of his formerly solemn, stoic guards writhing and moaning and begging for more as they're fucked by your generals as he's led past them and out of the room. As the doors bang closed, Thora raises her head with her own 'pfwah', smiling. "That was very good, Brother. You were 'on your game', as Mother sometimes says," she adds with a giggle, emphasizing her reference to you with a squeeze of your tit that sends a long stream of milk through the air. \n\nLoki nods, obviously trying to keep up the kingly demeanor for the sake of the guards and others, though most are mildly occupied watching the breeding going on in the center, cum already starting to spurt and flow out of overflooded pussies. After a moment he lets his broad, impish grin through, though. "Did I truly do well, Mother?"\n\n"Perfectly, baby," you coo, leaning forward to cup your son's cheek and kiss him, tongue sliding into his mouth and swirling around his own eager one for several moments. "That was just what we needed. Those yearly tributes from Amanian and the cannon fodder are just what we needed to make clean work of Veshanti... much more efficient than winding up decimating crop fields and then having to dig up workers for them ourselves. The breeding stock will bolster our numbers and remind them of their place, and the humbling of Mian was well-done too... as was the bit of a carrot at the end of that switch."\n\nThora's eyes light up. "Mother! Brother! May I have the younger princesses once Brother's finished knocking them up?! The offspring of royalty and a demigod would be perfect to help spread the faith!"\n\n"And there, you see, that's another perfect aspect of this. We'll have the entire continent under our sway in another five years with what's been accomplished today," you assert in a glowing tone. Your own eyes glitter as you glance back and forth between the two. "In fact, in celebration, I think it's finally time."\n\n"Oh! Mother, do you mean it?!" Thora cries happily, clasping her hands delightedly, her F-cups jiggling merrily.\n\n"Truly?" Loki perks up as well, smile widening.\n\n"Yes, I think it is. Go ahead, you two, I'll help."\n\nThora eagerly steps away from her attending slaves, her bare upper body pressing to her brother's as she wraps her arms around him, trading an even more passionate, tongue-filled kiss than their usual. Then she quickly canters around, presenting her fat, well-attended to virgin horsepussy at him. Loki quickly rears up, his equine lower body settling atop hers. As he leans down, managing to resume kissing her, you lean down and take your son's stiff, spit-shined prick in both hands, stroking it adoringly before bringing it up and pressing the broad, flared head to the entrance of your daughter's sex. He thrusts forward, both of them moaning eagerly as they begin to truly fuck for the first time. By now the breeding of the guards is finished, and the impregnated, unconscious women have been dragged to the side, their gaping pussies leaving trails of centaur cum on the floor. But all attention is gradually turning to the dais where their King and Princess are making love and preparing to make what is likely the next heir to the throne. A holy moment, a sacred moment, and every dripping pussy and stiff prick is bared in appreciation of it, your generals smiling as they watch their rulers and owners breeding. Smiling, you reach out to lovingly fondle Loki's balls as they thwap against Thora, watching as your children work to fulfill the promises their father made.\n\n<b>Cyantaur</b> End - <i>The horselords will reign</i>

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Swallowing nervously again, you can't help but look up at him as if hoping for mercy, only to see that leering snake muzzle beneath that silver mask looking back at you. You reach out slowly and put your hand around the base of one shaft... it's surprisingly hot, the flesh slick under your touch. Shivering a little, you rest your other hand on his thigh and lean forward, starting to swirl your tongue around the tip of one... you're not sure how you'd describe the taste other than maybe 'gamey'.\n\n"Sssshow ssssome enthuuusssssiassssm, ssslut," Commander Cobra sneers again, tongue flicking out past his scaly lips. "Sssserviccce my cockssss like your liiife dependsss on it... becausssse it doessss!"\n\nHis little reminder has exactly the intended result, and you hurry to begin showing 'enthusiasm', pushing your lips over the tip of his cock and starting to bob your head quickly, stroking his other cock with your hand, feeling the slick, hot skin sliding back and forth under your fingers and palm as you try desperately to fit more and more of his other prick into your mouth. You can't quite make yourself look away from his smug, inhuman face now that you've looked, his silver mask providing you a distorted mirror view of yourself naked and on your knees in front of the enemy, desperately sucking and stroking him off in a cowardly effort to save your own life.\n\n"Go onnnn, you can take morrrre," Commander Cobra encourages mockingly. Out of the corner of your eye you can see that the cyborg woman has settled into a chair and pushed her pants down slightly, her flesh and blood hand slid down the front of them. She smirks at you, sticking her tongue out and flicking it in her own apparent mockery of support. You gag a little as the tip of the inhuman cock nudges the back of your throat, your jaw already aching from how wide you're spreading it. But another flick of his tongue is somehow sufficient threat to urge you on, and you push yourself forward, past your gagging and quagging as the pointed tip of his prick slides into your throat, jaw somehow stretching to accommodate the thickness of the middle of it. You keep forcing your head forward, practically shoving yourself back and forth to get further down on it, until suddenly it's getting skinnier again. Your next push practically 'pops' the whole thing inside you, your lips suddenly sliding all the way into the folds of the fly of his pants, your throat bulging up obscenely with the fat bulge of his prick. \n\nYou're now desperate for air as much as you are to not be turned into a sexbot, but you know you can't stop. You start almost frantically jerking and pumping his other prick with your hand as you work your head back and forth, essentially using your throat to stroke off the one you're sucking more than anything, your tongue winding up pressed flat to the bottom of your mouth every time you pull back some and the bulge starts coming out of your throat. But it's almost like you're stuck on it now, and every pull back just barely gives you a moment to suck in a breath through your nose before your next slight motion pulls you back forward, seating the bulging girth of his prick fully in your throat again.\n\n"Yesssss... yesssss, thissss one will doooo," Commander Cobra murmurs sibilantly as he watches you from behind that mirror dome. "I think I'll keeeep herrrrr."\n\nHe suddenly puts one of his hands to the back of your head and shoves you forward hard, forcing you completely down on his cock, until your lips are actually pressed to the slit both of them emerge from. Your eyes widen as he seems to have no intention of letting you go, your body starting to quiver and twitch with the need for air... and yet your hand continues furiously pumping and stroking his other prick, like it had gone on autopilot in your building panic. You can feel your throat squeezing and tightening around him as you try to breath, but he just seems to be getting thicker and longer and hotter inside your mouth. Suddenly you can feel it twitching and throbbing steadily inside your throat, his other doing the same in your hand as it begins spurting and raining thick white jizz all over your body, dribbling down your back and over your shoulder and onto your tits. Your eyes roll up, everything going dark with the sensation of his cocks still throbbing in your throat and your gradually loosening hand, wondering if this is how you die.\n\nWhen you come to, you're sprawled on a large and surprisingly comfortable bed. You gasp hard and scramble into a sitting position, your heart suddenly pounding... but you're alive, and can breath. Swallowing, you take a look around... you're in large, rather opulent quarters, a wide open design that allows you to see a dining area, entertainment area, and even a hot tub. The far wall is made up of a set of long, curved-at-the-top windows showing the starscape outside. Checking yourself over, you find that you seem to be both undamaged and clean... though a deep black tattoo has been etched low down on your stomach and at the height of your crotch, curving, sharp lines depicting a hissing cobra head. ... Great.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/943X89f.jpg?1>\n\nAs you're looking yourself over, the door slides open, Commander Cobra stepping in. "Ah, goooood, awake at lasssst," he sneers as he kicks his boots off, then begins undoing his belt. "I cccertainly hope you won't continuuue to passsss out on meee. Perhapssss a few treatmentssss to make you more durablllle." He drops his pants, apparently content with leaving his shirt, fingerless gloves, and mask on. This time you get to watch as the nearly invisible slit on the front of his crotch parts, and those nearly dripping pink cocks push out of it, stretching it open around the girth of their bulging middles. "I hhhhope you're sssstill feeling obeeedient, sssslut. On your kneesssss, faccce on the bed, and sssspread for me."\n\n<hr>\n[[Be obedient.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Plead with him.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Resist!|GGSR]]\n

'Monotone'? So... kind of like a robot, then? You tap that selection, interested to see just how the firebrand redhead will change under it.\n\nBriefly, you can see a look of additional shock pass over her face, before both that and the anger... and every other emotion... drains out of those pretty blue eyes. All the tension in her face relaxes into a sort of bland, neutral look even as she continues to rock herself forward onto your prick... but her motions become much smoother and more regular, more exact, like a well-timed machine. Even her tits start swaying more placidly beneath her as the motions of her body even out. The growls and grumbling and quagging she was previously doing around your cock turn into a single, repetitive "mmmglk" every time your cock slides down her throat. Her eyes continue to look up at you, focused on your face, but contain neither hate nor love, nor anything else as far as you can tell.\n\nAmused and a little more turned-on than before, you open up the actual debug menu, Ranma freezing in place with her lips pressed at the very root of your shaft. Accessing your own body sliders, you increase the size of your prick, moaning lowly as it gains several inches in length and a good bit of thickness as well, the redhead's throat visibly bulging out more with it. You close the menu, waiting to see her response... and there's not even a flicker of change in her expression or motions, she just continues mechanically fucking her face forward onto your now more-than-porn-star prick, the only alteration being the reflexive sound she makes when she slides her throat down over it. \n\n"Alright, slave, lick and suck my balls," you order, shuffling out of your pants and spreading your legs wider.\n\nRanma leans backward, tilting her head to let your prick slide out of her throat and then pop out of her lips, her face a bland mask of neutrality. "Yes Master, sucking your balls," she replies in a flat tone, before leaning forward again. This time there's no hesitation, no jerkiness to her movements as if she's trying to resist, just immediate, unfeeling obedience. She rolls her tongue up and down your left nut before sucking it into her mouth and rolling her tongue around it twice. Then she lets it slip out of her mouth and moves to the right one, repeating the exact same process. You lean back and moan as she goes back and forth, every third repetition pausing in between to work her tongue all over your sack.\n\n"Slave, tongue my ass," you order, just to try testing the limits of her emotionless state.\n\nRanma lets one of your balls slip out of her mouth before replying flatly, "Yes, Master, tonguing your ass." There's not even the faintest trace of a blush on her cheeks as she again, without hesitation, nuzzles her way under your balls and lets them rest on her face as she starts rolling her tongue around the rim of your pucker. You mmf and lift your hips up a bit more, allowing her to press her tongue a bit deeper in. Her eyes are as empty and neutral as ever, even as the formerly proud, brash martial artist who insisted she was a manly man works her tongue deeper into your asshole with your balls resting on her face.\n\nDamn. That's kind of amazing! She'd clearly do anything you asked without even flinching... all that shame, confidence, arrogance, masculinity, wiped out and replaced by simple, straightforward obedience!\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep enjoying your obedient slave.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Take your obedient slave and go mess with someone else.|RanRing]]

Why not go with the first and most obvious? Gold dragons are one of the classics of the classics, after all. You flip to the page, starting to look over the specific pages for gold dragons, when the lights suddenly go dim. You blink and look upward, and find that about ten feet above you there's the ceiling of some kind of cave or tunnel or something, whatever it is it's made of stone and unlit. You reflexively look back down at the book, but it's gone... instead you're looking down at your own, suddenly very impressive chest. Your hands are still raised, but they're now covered in golden scales, your hands somewhat more clawlike and tipped by deep black talons. The scales go all the way up to your shoulders and run down your sides, covering your legs from the hips down as well, your feet even more draconic than your hands. You seem to be wearing a rather literal chainmail bikini (well, bikini-top and loincloth)... a gold-plated one too, and one without particularly small rings, making it partly see-through. Your slight shifting as you look at yourself alerts you to a weight behind your shoulders and from above your ass... a bit of tentative flexing gives a soft <i>whuff</i> of the air as your wings give a beat, and a quieter <i>slsss</i> as your tail brushes the floor.\n\n"Whoa," you murmur. Just for good measure you pat at your head... your hair's longer. So are your ears, for that matter, backswept and... serrated on the underside? Kind of uneven, anyway.\n\nYou've actually turned into a half gold dragon. ... That's some powerful reading.\n\nYou're taking a moment to come to grips with this (though let's face it over the years a lot of escapist fiction has prepared you for something like this), when you both hear and... feel?... the approach of multiple people. Reflexively more than anything you duck behind a large rock, peering out carefully as a small group rounds the corner. There's a woman in full armor, a massive shield on one arm and a longsword in the other hand, pretty blonde hair streaming down her back. Following fairly close behind is a lean man in leather, strings of knives strapped around his thighs and longer ones holstered at his back, short hair scruffy and dark. And trailing a bit behind them is a figure in loose black and purple robes, her hood up and pulled low over her eyes, a book clutched to her chest, her manner nervous.\n\n"Look, I'm just saying, I'm no dragon slayer," the man in leather murmurs, hands resting on his hips as he looks around suspiciously. "Pretty sure none of us are."\n\n"Then it's quite lucky we're not here to slay a dragon at all," the woman with the shield answers genially, and at normal volume, apparently unconcerned. "First of all, the dragon said to live in this cavern has supposedly been gone for some time. Second, it's a gold dragon, so if it is in fact still here, we'll just apologize very politely and leave."\n\n"You really think that will work?"\n\n"It might!"\n\nWow. A party of actual adventurers. Well, if they're here, and you're here, maybe you should introduce yourself... though even as you're thinking that, a swell of a strange mixture of anger and desire washes over you. A sort of fury that they'd dare trespass in your territory, obviously with the intent of looting <i>your</i> treasure, and a deep greed for their equipment... or is it their bodies? Maybe it's both, you're not sure, but you definitely feel the desire to attack, batter them down, and do... something.\n\nYou give your head a little shake... you're not sure where the impulse is coming from, but... oh, right, half-dragon. Gold dragons are still dragons... they still lust for treasure (and reproduction with just about anything that moves). You can fight it off though! ("But why?" whispers part of yourself. "Here you are, in a fantasy world, and you're probably the most potent thing around... in several ways! Why not be the marauding dragon?")\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack them!|GoldDra]]\n\n[[Talk to them.|GoldDra1x1]]\n\n[[Try to separate one from the group.|GoldDra]]

Obviously, there's an investigation. There are numerous police interviews, sweeps of the area and nearby woods, people being dragged in for questioning, tearful televised pleas from the disappeared girls' parents. Luckily, none of the remaining six break under pressure, just sticking to the story all of you devised. It's simple enough after all... they were there when you went to bed, nothing was strange, you woke up, they were gone.\n\nYou tell the story so often that you actually start to believe it. After all, what really happened couldn't have <i>really</i> happened. It must have just been some weird dream you had, right? Even the bits about everyone talking about the dream, and burning the collars. All of that seems more surreal the more time passes and the more often you tell the entirely mundane tale of how your friends disappeared out from under your nose. Eventually it's simply decided by the powers that be that the six of them decided to run away from home together, and even that makes more sense to you than the fact that they willingly gave up their free will to spend eternity getting fucked by dogs, so you believe that too.\n\nA year or so later, you're sprawled in bed, half-asleep. Your dreams have luckily been either absent or entirely mundane ever since the... strange night. Even that, you can justify... obviously your mind is on other things after your friends disappeared. Though you don't think of that as often anymore. Life is starting to feel normal, to make sense again. Things like magic collars don't exist, after all.\n\nThen the lights of your computer flicker and go out. You dart a glance aside just in time to see the digital readout of '12:00' on your clock fade away as well.\n\n"Heeey, Cy, long time no see!"\n\nYou sit bolt upright and whip around, scrambling backwards to bump against the wall at the sight of the figure standing in your room, the silvery spill of the full moon's light illuminating it from behind. It's not big, but definitely monstrous... most of its body covered in black fur, fingers and toes tipped in sharp claws, eyes glowing red. The fur stops along its chest and belly, revealing pale skin and bare breasts capped by puffy pink nipples. But commanding rather more attention is the large cock jutting up from the sheath at its furry black crotch, pointy-tipped and an angry red marked by blue veins, sixteen inches long at least, not counting the baseball-sized knot at the end. But even with all that, between the build, the facial features that are still recognizable despite the slightly muzzle-like nose, and the almost lion-like bright purple mane, you can still recognize her. "Holy shit... Max?!"\n\n"That's me! The hair tip you off?" Max grins, revealing sharpened teeth, as she runs claw-tipped fingers through the thick purple locks. "Don't even have to dye it anymore, the Mistress decided she liked the look. Kinda wish I could be purple all over, but she likes her dogs black, whatcha gonna do?"\n\n"M-Max... what are you doing here...?"\n\n"Well, I wanted Andi, really, but Kelsey called dibs. Not that I don't like you, Cy, you were a great friend and you're super hot, but the thought of fucking a preppy bitch until she drooled really appealed. Oh well, awesome second choice is still awesome. Toni picked Leslie, by the by. Ditch the clothes."\n\nYour shaking hands move, against your will, to grab your tanktop and pull it over your head and off, your grown-out hair swishing around your shoulders as you move. You shift around to slip the pajama pants off as well, completely out of control of your own body as you strip and then sit on the edge of the bed facing the monster that used to be your friend, your legs spread.\n\n"Ooo, your tits grew," Max says in a pleased growl, sliding forward and pushing you on your back, her wider, flatter tongue flicking out and washing over one of your C-cup tits, teasing the nipple to full hardness as she delicately pinches the other between two of her claws. "Lucky lucky, probably gonna get D's like your mom at least. Well, probably bigger, considering."\n\n"Max... don't..." you half-whimper half-moan as she continues to stimulate you, your pussy soon growing puffy and wet, a trickle of arousal sliding down your taint towards your asshole.\n\n"Sorry, Cy, I gotta, Mistress's orders. Well, sorry not sorry, I totally <i>want</i> to rape the hell out of you while you love every second of it," Max replies with a giggle, right before straightening up some and grabbing your hips. Her claws prick against your skin as she squeezes, slipping the point of her canine cock up against your opening, then starting to push the big, fat thing slowly and steadily inside you. "That's right, be as noisy as you want," she growls enthusiastically as you scream at the feeling of it. "Nobody can hear us right now."\n\nSoon she's pumping away quickly, her trim, fuzzy ass moving in the air beneath the stub tail at the small of her back as she fucks you. She's leaned over you, tits jutted to point at yours, her head leaned back and eyes closed, an exultant smile on her face as she pounds away at you with her cock. You grit your teeth and roll your eyes, writhing on the sheets as she fucks you against the edge of your bed. You twist fistfuls of the sheets and, not sure whether it's some unspoken order of your own volition, wrap your legs around her middle, making it all the easier for her to fuck into you and slam that big fat knot up against your puffy pussylips. Until finally she thrusts forward and gives a long, animal howl as she stuffs it inside you and ties, her cum starting to pump into you in voluminous spurts. Your eyes roll up even further, your tongue lolling out, your body twitching and shuddering uncontrollably as you climax so hard you briefly forget your name.\n\nYou're barely coming back to yourself by the time Max pulls her slightly deflated knot out of you, which just sends another aftershock orgasm through your body that leaves you twitching, your legs spread wide, pussy gaping, cum pooled in the bottom of it and dribbling out and onto your sheets. Max sighs happily, squeezing out a few last dribbles onto your belly before drawing away. "Well, seeya, Cy. This was a one time thing. But don't worry, you won't get lonely." She giggles, a little 'woof' coming out at the end of it as she turns and makes her way to the door of your room. "Mistress says the kid'll look human pretty much all the time... but be looking forward to the first full moon once they hit puberty!" she adds with a literal bark of laughter as she disappears down the hall.\n\nYou pant heavily, sweaty tits heaving, fists squeezing the handfuls of sheets you've still got. Something tells you that some part of you really <i>will</i> be looking forward to that full moon.\n\n<b>Svarog End</b> - <i>Full moon legacy</i>

You're feeling confused and a little, well, pressganged, but you also don't see a huge ton you can do about it at the moment. (You guess if the gun at your hip is real you could try to shoot your way out, but thaaat doesn't particularly appeal.) "Okay, I guess?" you answer, stepping off the platform uncertainly. \n\n"Good! Right this way, cadet!" the green-skinned man says enthusiastically, beckoning you to follow as he turns and makes his way down a corridor.\n\n"This is a great idea and I'm sure you won't regret it at all," the black-skinned woman says blandly as she falls into step beside you.\n\n"Uh... you're kind of..." You pause and reflect on what to say next briefly. "... not what I'd expect from a 'Space Ranger'."\n\n"Ydoncha is a Sarcastian," the big man notes in a tone that's somehow both cheerful and grave, his helmet turning so he can look over his shoulder at you as he raises a finger to indicate he's imparting important instructions. "This method of communicating is intrinsic to their culture. The informality that is! It's why we call her 'Ydoncha' instead of 'Lieutenant Fukov', of course!"\n\n"And I just loooove the informality," Ydoncha says with a sigh and a flump of her shoulders. \n\n"Huh. And you, uh... you don't have any problems with the way she talks to you? Like it's not..." You hesitate and give the bland-expressioned woman a glance. "... confusing?"\n\n"Not at all! It's always good to respect the cultures of others, it's the foundation the Ranger League is built upon! I always assume the best of whatever Ydoncha says!"\n\n"Captain Commander is really <i>special</i> like that," Ydoncha snorts.\n\n"... Captain... Commander?" you whisper back, glancing at the broad back of the star-spangled spaceman ahead of you.\n\n"He had his name legally changed to 'Commander' when he got to that rank," she murmurs back. "When he got promoted again he filed the paperwork but they rejected it. He's filed forty-one times now." She waves a hand at you a bit. "Anyway, don't worry. I know this is all just sooooo exciting," she mutters, rolling her eyes. "But you can get through this. They only require you to go on one mission a week."\n\n"What, seriously?" You blink in surprise. "One a week?"\n\n"You can do more if you want, but they don't pay that much attention to it. It can make you look good though, if you bring it up before going on a new mission. And it's pretty much expected that you'll take half the year off, and once you get to 100 missions a lot of the time they'll let you go, no matter what they say about 'five years'." \n\nHuh. This is starting to not sound like such a bad deal, especially if they pay you in something you can spend back on Earth somehow. You look up as you enter a smallish round room, and Captain Commander turns to face you. "Alright, Cadet! Welcome to the Perp Browser! From here, Ydoncha will help you pick your very first galaxy-level offense criminal to bring to justice!"\n\nYou open your mouth, close it, stare for a moment, then try again. "Er, wait, don't you mean that it's time for me to start, like... training, or reading a guidebook, or-"\n\n"Best way to learn is by doing!" the green dynamo asserts, striking his fists-on-hips pose again. "All the regulations and information you could need can be supplied by your helmet computer as you need it! Anything else, well, you seem like a bright and energetic young sentient, I'm sure you'll manage everything just fine!"\n\n"Still, I mean... seems like I ought to get at least a little training," you start to say, then notice Ydoncha making various 'don't do it' motions with her hands. Huh?\n\n"Well. I suppose if you <i>really</i> insist, I can send you over to the training facility," Captain Commander muses thoughtfully, putting a hand up as if to cup his chin, and stopping at the faceplate of his helmet, as if he did that all the time. "Seems like a waste of time to me, but if you really think it's for the best, Cadet, I won't deny you!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Do training.|GGSR2x1]]\n\n[[Skip it.|GGSR1x2]]

"'Kay," you agree, falling into step behind him, though you wind up catching up to walk beside him since he's not the steadiest thing in the world. You're not sure why you're going with a strange drunk in the middle of the school day but apparently you are. Suddenly you remember a wild dream you had when you went on that camping trip with Aunt Kelly... it had sort of fallen out of your head in the midst of everything that happened afterward, what with you going half-blind, but you remember feeling like this a lot during it, that some things were just 'right'. Now you feel compelled to once again make the decisions that feel right, and strangely enough for now that means going with this guy. So you leave the school fields with him (hello detention... maybe), and are soon walking through town. He seems to get steadier and his stride more sure as he goes... though that does make it difficult to steer him away when he passes the liquor store again, leaving you to push against his stomach muttering, "No no no", though oddly you yourself feel much the same reaction to the idea of going inside, whereas you've never really felt that drawn to drinking before.\n\nBut eventually the two of you approach a hotel. 'Yeah, this isn't suspicious at all,' you think dryly, even as you walk with the blonde over to one of the rooms and watch him swipe the keycard and shove the door open.\n\n"You're later than I told you to be but still earlier than expected, so there's that," the man waiting inside the room says, glancing at his watch. His thick black hair is also done up in braids, though more orderly ones and with expensive-looking little silver decorations attached here and there. His own beard is close-cropped, cheeks and the underside of his jaw shaved to leave a careful line of hair along his jaw and surrounding his mouth. He's also dressed rather better, albeit not terribly formally, wearing an expensive-looking black sport coat and pants over a black silk shirt with the top few buttons undone. Though he's leaner than the other man, almost a bit lanky, when he stands he's at least half a foot taller. His green eyes look you up and down, before he nods. "Still, good job."\n\n"I'm not incompetent," the blonde declares proudly, flopping down in the room's chair and causing it to creak dangerously. "Things just... happen. And sometimes they're my fault. But sometimes <i>not</i>!" he adds, pointing emphatically.\n\n"Yeees true." The black-haired man steps towards you, giving you a charming smile. "Well. Certainly not what I would have expected after all these years, but, it's what it is. It's good to see you again."\n\n"Uh... yeah." You glance back and forth between them (having to turn your head slightly more than you used to in order to do so). "Listen, you seem kind of familiar, but I don't actually remember you, or know why you seem to know me."\n\nBoth of them raise their eyebrows in almost perfect sync, looking at each other, which makes you notice a lot more of the similarities in their faces. The taller man clears his throat. "I see, you don't actually remember. Well, that's fine, it's understandable. You see, you are Odin."\n\n"... what," you answer in monotone, giving him half of a flat-eyed look.\n\n"Odin, the Allfather. And our father, as well," he continues, flicking a hand between himself and the seated blonde. "I am Loki, that is Thor. And no, we're not actors, or insane, and this is not any sort of reality show."\n\n"I mean, if you were actors it's not the best casting," you mutter. "You guys look closer to Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles than Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston."\n\n"An interesting notion, and I appreciate the comparison to a dashing man of action like Dean," Loki replies, his eyes sparkling, before he almost pouts a little as you give him a rather pitying smile. "Sam? Really?" He presses his lips together, eyes squinting in a look of accepting pain as he bobs his head. "It's the height, isn't it? It's the height."\n\n"You, brother," Thor declares, pointing emphatically again. "Are a <i>nerd</i>."\n\n"Oh, go to hell, mister fantasy football addict."\n\n"Ahem!" you call, causing both of them to look at you again. "Could you maybe explain what the fuck you're actually talking about?"\n\n"Alright, alright." Loki holds up his hands placatingly. "So some time ago now, likely, you had a dream, yes? And in that dream you saw a man on a tree, and then you took his place on that tree, all of this sound about right?"\n\n"... Yeah," you answer slowly. "But I also remember the start of that dream. It was supposed to be a quest for a name, not... godhood or something, especially not a foreign god."\n\n"The man on the tree was Odin... or, a symbol of him, but in the Dream it's all the same. The thing is, you didn't just see him, you <i>took his place</i>. The only name you could possibly take from such a thing is 'Odin', and much like symbols, names in the Dream and being that thing are sometimes one and the same. You took the name Odin, now you <i>are</i> Odin."\n\n"So wait wait wait wait." You wag your hands to either side of your head as you give it a shake. "You're telling me that I had a dream about going on a vision quest for my name in accordance with my Native American heritage, and I wound up with the name and the soul or whatever of a <i>Norse</i> deity?"\n\n"The Dream belongs to no one, and is everyone's," Thor declares loftily, before gesturing at you. "Besides, your heritage is mingled, it is as likely you have the blood of our ancestors in you as any other. Your dream was to walk these lands, and Norsemen were some of the first outlanders to arrive here from over the sea, bringing their gods with them." \n\n"Oh so it's not so much Supernatural as it is an entirely different TV show," you mutter. Then you blink as Thor unplugs the lamp from the desk beside him and proffers it to you. "What?"\n\n"Oh, no, it's just that you seemed to be enjoying the lampshades so much I thought you might want this one," he deadpans, raising his eyebrows. \n\nYou accept the lamp from him and proceed to casually smash it over his head, leaving him lolled in the chair as you turn back to Loki. "Alright, so... let's say I believe all this. That because of the dream I had where I went looking for my name, I found Odin's name, now I'm Odin, and among other things that's why I can't see out of one eye. About on track so far?" At his nod, you add, "So what now? I mean, what exactly is it you want from me?"\n\n"Well. To be quite frank, we'd like you to come on adventures with us," Loki replies, just a bit of a wry lift to one corner of his mouth.\n\n"Adventurrrrre!" Thor calls, thrusting a fist in the air without raising his head.\n\n"Adventures," you repeat, rather flatly. \n\n"Look, much like your journey through the Dream, journeys through the real world have meaning for people like us," Loki says, gesturing with his hands as he speaks. "A defining aspect of Odin, Loki, and Thor was them journeying about, getting in and out of trouble, encountering strange things and doing amazing feats."\n\n"So recreating that will, what... give you more power? Help you not fade away?"\n\n"It certainly helps with those things, yes," Loki replies, then shrugs. "But also, it's fun."\n\n"Adventures..." Thor straightens up in his seat, grinning broadly. "Are fun."\n\n"It's part of who we are, this journeying, it makes us feel... fulfilled, whole," Loki continues, a hand curling through the air in front of his heart. "Eventually you'll feel it too, in some form or fashion. Obviously, we'd like you to just go ahead and start adventuring with us."\n\n"We could begin today, this hour, this moment. We shall strike out! Begin our adventures!" Thor declares, obviously starting to brim over with enthusiasm, though Loki shows no signs of reining him in, instead standing there with a smile, green eyes glittering.\n\n<hr>\n[[This is crazy.|Odin]]\n\n[[... but fun, you're in!|Odin]]\n\n[[Let the sexy adventures begin!|Odin]]\n\n

"I'll go after this 'Commander Cobra' guy," you decide. "I don't know why, but something about his name makes me think he's something of a pushover."\n\n"He <i>has</i> been apprehended a lot, I guess the Ranger League has just done <i>such</i> a good job of keeping him locked up," Ydoncha snorts. "Alright, step up onto the pad. I'll teleport you to a preprogrammed transport pod that will take you to a world near his last known coordinates, it'll have more information for you. I'm sure that'll just be riveting."\n\n"See you when I get back!" you call, stepping up onto the glowing circle. A moment later you're standing in a small, rectangular area about the size of a walk-in closet, surrounded on most sides by consoles and screens, with a viewport ahead showing stars that begin rapidly flitting by as the floor under you vibrates faintly. You take a moment just to appreciate that you're really flying through space, on your way to apprehend a notorious criminal. This... is pretty cool! But you actually want to apprehend this notorious criminal, so you settle down in one of the chairs and turn to the viewscreen, experimentally tapping the controls to bring up the information. (Man, what is it with high tech futures and not developing some equivalent of the mouse?)\n\nThe history it gives you on the guy is brief, practically something that would fit on the back of an action figure's package. Di'oni Cobra used to be one of the leaders of the Glistening Fang, an elite mercenary group that took a lot of jobs for planetary governments and distant worlds when the Ranger League either couldn't get there in time or couldn't help for political reasons. But then on one world they actually wound up fighting against Rangers and after that things went bad. Commander Cobra purged the other leaders of the Glistening Fang and renamed it the Cobra Fang, turning it into a pirate fleet, and now he prefers to steal prototype weapons and advanced technology, threatening the worlds he once helped for money and influence.\n\nSo apparently his latest crime is that he stole a bunch of experimental (and highly classified) technology and kidnapped the lead researcher that was working on it, a Doctor Biim. Apparently you just don't have the clearance to know exactly what it was being worked on, but the briefing makes it very clear that it's something that shouldn't fall into the wrong hands, and Commander Cobra's hands are definitely Wrong Hands. The mission is to recover (or if necessary destroy) the classified technology, rescue Doctor Biim, and, if possible, capture Commander Cobra to bring him to justice.\n\nA popup appears on the screen, informing you that you're approaching the planet that Doctor Biim was kidnapped from, and presenting you with three options for where to have the ship land. Apparently it thinks the three places of any interest are the lab where Doctor Biim was kidnapped from (where you suppose that you could try and talk the other scientists into giving you more details, despite your lack of clearance), a planetary police station where they're planning some sort of covert infiltration of Commander Cobra's flagship, or a spacefighter landing strip (apparently if you just want to fly at him guns blazing).\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the lab.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Hook up with the planetary police.|GGSR1x4]]\n\n[[LEEEROOOOOY JEEEEENKIIIIIIINS!|GGSR]]

"I guess if you think I can handle it," you acknowledge. "I'll just jump right in."\n\n"Good, good! I'll leave you in Ydoncha's capable hands then. Good luck, Cadet!" he announces, before turning and striding purposefully... somewhere.\n\n"Yaaaay," Ydoncha says flatly, walking over to one of the consoles and starting to tap on it. "And I'd just looooove to go along with whatever you pick, too," she adds with a snort, before pausing and glancing over at you. "... I will, actually, go along with you if you ask, by the way, that part was serious."\n\n"Thanks for clarifying," you note a little dryly, grinning as you walk over and lean against the side of the console. "Do you have to do that a lot?"\n\n"Not so much anymore. Because Captain Commander is just so amazingly great about it, I'm just fantastically lucky to get assigned here," she snorts, rolling her eyes. Then she pauses again and points at you. "... He actually is pretty great in his own way and I actually am pretty lucky I got assigned to him."\n\n"Had a rough time, huh?" you ask, tilting your head.\n\n"Oh, like you care. ... Sorry, do you actually care?"\n\n"Yeah, kinda," you urge quietly. "I mean, I'm pretty out of my element here. You wouldn't exactly be the first sarcastic friend I had, even if you're the first Sarcastian."\n\nYdoncha huffs a little, then stops her typing to turn towards you, folding her arms. "... So, okay. So I wanted to leave Sarcastia, which don't ask me why since it's <i>such</i> a fantastic place," she says, rolling her eyes. "And I wanted to do something to help other people, people being so great and appreciative of it, y'know. So at first I tried to be a teacher, and that worked out just <i>amazing</i>. Customer service or sales were such great ideas that I skipped them completely. I tried a few other things, and finally the only place left for being helpful was the Space Rangers, which has an official policy of not discriminating based on cultural differences."\n\n"And I bet they're just soooooo good about keeping that up," you say with a snort of your own.\n\nYdoncha actually flashes you a smile at that, before huffing again. "Well they can do their best to be tolerant all they want but yeah most commanding officers are sooooo thrilled to have an underling that talks to them like this. I was an Ensign for five years and on the verge of getting cashiered out for failure to advance when I got transferred to Captain Commander's post. And he takes everything the best possible way so here I am, still in and a Lieutenant now."\n\n"Guess that worked out for you, huh?"\n\n"Oh it's been a <i>thrill</i>," she snorts, turning back to the console. "Anyway, there's three perps on the radar right now for you to take a swing at."\n\n"And I can really handle this on my own, you think?" you ask, frowning.\n\n"Oh I'm sure you'll be <i>fine</i>," she snorts, before hurrying to add, "Seriously, failure rate for Space Ranger missions is actually really low, and even lower for fatalities. Statistically even if you get captured, the Captain will come and save you on the same day. But if statistics just aren't the most soothing thing in the history of ever, like I said I'll come along with you. Anyway, back to the super riveting details. First off there's a renegade Saurian called Doctor Ceratops. He's wanted for destruction of property, kidnapping, and piracy. Then there's the leader of a disavowed PMC who goes by Commander Cobra, he's wanted for destruction of property, kidnapping, and piracy. And then there's the Blinkat Captain Dysplazia, she's wanted for-"\n\n"Destruction of property, kidnapping, and piracy," you say along with Ydoncha, shaking your head. "Imaginative bunch, aren't they?"\n\n"Very original. So, Cadet LaChance, whose day are you going to ruin?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Doctor Ceratops.|GGSR10x1]]\n\n[[-with Ydoncha.|GGSR11x1]]\n\n[[Commander Cobra.|GGSR1x3]]\n\n[[-with Ydoncha.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Captain Dysplazia.|GGSR]]\n\n[[-with Ydoncha.|GGSR]]

"Hey, I didn't come to take over anything," you protest, holding up both hands. "My boss sent me here to try and take down Commander Cobra, I was never told I had to do it all by myself. So how about I just come along and provide an extra blaster or whatever? You guys do your operation and still get the credit, I take part like my boss wanted, everyone wins."\n\nThe chief continues to look at you suspiciously, as if suspecting some kind of jurisdictional trap. But when he apparently can't find one, he becomes as reasonably perky and cheerful as you imagine he ever gets, muttering, "Well why didn't you just gosh-darn say so?" around his cigar. "Alright, down the hall and to the left. You'll be looking for Jon'z and Voskez, they're leading this op. If you're serious, you'll be taking your orders from them."\n\n"Sure, thanks." You resist the urge to do a little salute, since you don't know how they actually handle those here, and head out of the office and down the hall. Heck, this works out perfectly for you... you really didn't know what you were actually going to do, now it looks like you can just join a crowd of experienced people and maybe shoot a couple of bad guys, and hopefully get credit for your week's mission.\n\nYou walk into a room that's entirely full of people in just slightly beefier versions of the police bodysuits you saw the two guards outside wearing. Judging from the slightly fancier insignia on their collars, you pick out the two people who are in charge... a handsome (but very bald) green guy with a nice build (and a rather impressive bulge at the crotch of his suit), and a lean, modestly-endowed but very muscular woman with brown skin and hair in a color you can only call 'ultraviolet' despite being able to see it, braided and wound at the back of her head. They seem to be having a quiet argument, but stop as you approach.\n\n"Hi, I'm Cyan LaChance, from the Space Rangers. I'm going to be tagging along on your op to lend a hand."\n\nBoth of them give you that same suspicious look where they're not sure if you're just taking over slightly more subtly than they'd expect, but after trading a glance both shrug. "I'm Ant'n'o Jon'z, this is Marya Vaskez. We're both Captains here. Actually maybe it's good you showed up, LaChance, we need an outside tiebreaker," Jon'z says, folding his arms.\n\n"Jon'z thinks we should just hide among the cargo containers, and start storming the ship once we're in the transport bay," Vaskez says with a frown. "I think we ought to hide <i>in</i> the cargo containers, and let them carry us deeper into the ship before we try to make our move."\n\n"Assuming they don't put us in a storage locker on the far side of the ship with two foot blast doors and not bothering to pressurize it when it's not in use," Jon'z replies dryly.\n\n"Oh, much better to strike from right where they'd be most expecting an attack and we'll be immediately facing off against a lot of pirates?"\n\nJon'z holds both hands up. "Look, both plans have drawbacks, I'll absolutely admit it. All we're having trouble with is figuring out which is the worse drawback."\n\n"... Agreed," Vaskez says with a nod, before they both look at you. "Which is why your opinion's important. Which idea do you prefer? We'll abide by your opinion, since we can be pretty sure it's unbiased."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hide among the cargo containers.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Hide in the cargo containers.|GGSR1x6]]

Turns out, "lots". Apparently the population really was pretty devastated by the alien invasion, but the treatment devised as part of the fight against them has made you capable of knocking girls up pretty much on demand, and with genetically superior children who are immune to genetic diseases as well. So you're pretty busy over the next few years, spending practically every day being chauffered around in opulence suited to the hero who saved Earth, to your next appointment to impregnate somebody. Sometimes the grateful women moan about how happy their husbands or fathers or brothers or sons would be to know that the hero who freed the planet is there fucking them and knocking them up. Other times the fathers or brothers or sons or husbands are there watching you give the women in their lives a genetically engineered dicking, cheering you on or saluting you in pride with happy tears in their eyes.\n\nEventually your X-Bacterium enhancement develops to the point that the government informs you that it can be used against the remainder of the captive aliens in a new and effective way. And so your visits now include to the cells where the green-skinned space babes wait, haughty and sneering until you open your pants, at which point they can't drop to their knees and start sucking you off fast enough. After a few infusions of your cum, they're gradually converted into humans themselves... though most of their minds don't survive the alteration in their brain physiology, leaving them as little more than drooling, grinning, eager breeding sows to be used to replenish the human race.\n\nOf course in the early stages they become quite compliant and eager to please, quickly spilling the secrets of their technology in return for being dicked-down by the hero that defeated them (with the assistance of some other guy). Humanity will soon become an intergalactic force to be reckoned with, spreading across the stars, destined to assimilate the other races through the use of the Fuckmaster hero.\n\nOr at least that's what the epilogue text before the credits roll says as you stagger out of the theater, dazed and flushed. You blink around at the lights of the lobby, adjusting to the realization that it's actually only been five minutes, even though to you it felt like decades, maybe more.\n\nThen you hurry over to the ticket dispensors. You're pretty sure you can get in at the right point to the other in-progress showing if you wait about half an hour, though this time maybe you won't waste time and will just give Donovan a push...\n\n<i>Invasion from Planet X</i> end - <b>Fuckmaster Hero</b>

When you come to, at first the light is blinding, either due to being such a harsh white after your time in the cargo crate or some aftereffect of whatever they used to put you to sleep. But as your eyes adjust, you're able to look around and see that you're in some sort of lab. You've been stripped naked and placed spread-eagle on a stretched-out black rubber sheet... struggling causes it to stretch slightly, but your skin's stuck to it more firmly than a fly on flypaper. A look around shows that nearby, Jon'z and Vaskez are similarly stripped and stuck up, the mounts of their restraints holding them up and tilted slightly back just like you, Vaskez's sleek, muscular body and Jon'z's lean muscles and sizeable cock both bare to the world. Also, arrayed in several rows a bit across the room are a bunch of... sexbots? Their bodies are shiny and black, all identical with long, curvaceous legs with built-in stiletto heels, as well as absolutely massive black tits that almost reflect the rest of the room in them, their lower faces showing large, fat black rubber lips below shiny gold helmets that cover their upper heads, little antennae sticking out to the sides from where the helmets would cover their ears (if they have them).\n\nOf course, of rather more concern is the individual you assume must be Commander Cobra. The name's almost a little too on-the-nose, really... he looks like a cobra grew to giant size and sprouted arms and legs. He's wearing a tightly-fitting top that shows off his surprisingly muscular torso, though there's armor across the shoulders and chest that might be helping him out there, as well as black and red digital camo-print military-style pants, and shiny gold boots. Above his rather squarish snakelike muzzle, his upper face is covered by a shiny silver dome, like some sort of visor designed to fit his inhuman head. Next to him is the woman you assume was giving the orders before... she's tall (though not as tall as the Commander), with short, uneven white hair and silvery eyes with no pupils. She's wearing an odd black leather top with an elaborate collar, which leaves a lot of her literally patchwork skin shown off, as well as the obvious and rather deadly-looking artificial left arm. Below are baggy black pants, which don't quite cover that her legs are oddly-shaped, and you're guessing the elaborate, claw-tipped metal covers of her feet aren't boots.\n\n"Kyaaa-hahahahsssss! Foolsssss!" Commander Cobra begins gloating apparently the moment he realizes you're all awake and looking at him, his voice a smug, stereotypical sibilant hiss. "You thoughhht you could triiick the geniussss of criiime, Commander Cobraaaa?! Your arrogancccce hasss doomed you allllll!" he cackles gleefully, even holding up hiss claw-tipped hands and throwing back his head for a better villainous laugh.\n\n"You'll never get away with this, Commander Cobra!" Vaskez snaps back at him, thrashing and struggling against the sheet she's stuck to, and not doing more than causing some very small jiggles in her pert chest. "Truth, justice, and the Alliance way will always win out over evil!"\n\nYou admit that for a moment you have to just stare over at her. Wow, she didn't seem the type to spout something like that with such utter sincerity. Maybe it's just in reaction to Mr. Saturday Morning Cartoon Villain over there.\n\n"Ssstupid imbecccilessss," Commander Cobra smarms back. "I will teeeach you the foooolissshnesssss of oppooossssing me! Now learn, like allll your friendssss have learrrned, the pricccce of your arroganccccce! ACTIVATE THE MORPHORUBBER!"\n\nVaskez's eyes widen as a robot armature with another sheet of black shiny material on it swings into place above her, then downward to meet up with the one she's already stuck to, completely encasing her from the neck down. She struggles and writhes, gasping out and making some noises that you think are suppressed moans as a low hum fills the air and the two sheets start drawing together, getting steadily tighter all around her body, until her whole form is outlined... though just as rapidly as it outlined every little bit of muscle down to the shape of her abs, all of those details begin to smooth out, becoming lineless and generalized, more like the impression of her form than the actuality... as well, you notice that part of the rubber around her feet has deformed into high heels, and that her toes are no longer outlined, the ends of her feet instead tapering down into points. "S-stop, you fiend!" Vaskez shouts, briefly looking relieved as the humming does actually stop. Then a pair of hoses descends from the ceiling, wriggling and writhing in the air, until the tips latch onto Vaskez's nipples, making her gasp. This time her moans are louder, her eyes rolling as there's a thick, gooey rushing noise, her tits starting to swell up. Not only that, but her entire body seems to be altering, her ass rounding out, her legs taking on an exaggerated feminine curvature. "No, no," she pleads, even those words tinged by the obvious orgasmic pleasure she's feeling.\n\nWhen the noise stops and the tubes retract, from the neck down Vaskez now looks identical to the array of sexbots lined up across the room. More robotic arms lower, a pair of them tipped by buzzing devices moving over her head, quickly shaving her bald, that beautiful vibrantly-colored hair falling to the floor to instantly get sucked into a vent. She looks humiliated and embarrassed at the feeling of cold metal and cool air on her scalp... but that expression is fleeting, replaced by wide-eyed horror as more arms descend, this time stretching open the end of what looks like a black rubber bag. "No! No! Stop, please, sto-!" But her cries are cut off as the bag is slid over her head and almost instantly tightens, vaguely outlining the shape of her eyes, nose, and horrified mouth, the lips of which swell and inflate even as the rubber slides further down, obviously pushing down her throat. She struggles and wiggles silently, until a single robot arm lowers down and slips one of those golden caps with its antennae-ears over her head. Immediately her struggles cease, her mouth closing over the gaping black tunnel that is now her throat. The whole armature of the black sheets moves, shifting around until she's flat on her now high-heeled feet, a soft 'snap' sounding as the rest of the sheet pulls away from her body. Placing one hand on her wide, shiny hip, the sexbot that used to be Vaskez saunters with an exaggerated and yet somehow mechanical streetwalker gait, its large ass and immense tits highlighted in all their fakery for barely moving at all, until it reaches the line with the other sexbots, whirls, and puts its legs together and drops its arms to its side, going from prostitute to good little soldier awaiting instructions.\n\n"You <b>fiend</b>!" Jon'z roars the moment both of you get over your shock and horror at watching the whole procedure. "You won't get away with this!"\n\n'<i>Seriously</i>?!' you can't help but think, even as you watch with mild despair as Jon'z's restraint slides over into the slot Vaskez's had occupied, yours sliding over a moment after.\n\n"Kyaaaa-hahahahahssssss! If you care so much for your friend, officer... JOIN HER!" Commander Cobra cries, sweeping his hand dramatically in an 'activate' motion.\n\nJon'z stares up as a sheet of the 'morphorubber' swings out over him just like it did Vaskez, and then clamps down around him. He struggles intently as it latches closed and the hum begins, the shiny material starting to draw taut around his body. Unlike with Vaskez, however, it's soon outlining his broad shoulders and the bulge of his cock... but even as you watch the stuff growing tighter, it seems to compress him, to force those shoulders into a feminine slope, his cock pushed in and forced to get smaller and smaller, until the area between his legs is smooth and featureless, then even gains a slight cleft as if it had been nudged into the shape of pussylips. His gasps and grunts grow more frantic as his feet are forced into the shape of high heels, his entire body now resembling a sleek, not particularly developed female's. But just like with Vaskez, the set of hoses drops down and attaches to his pecs... which soon begin bulging and swelling up into the shape of mammaries, growing larger and rounder by the second. Jon'z apparently isn't any more immune to the sensation than Vaskez, his grunts and growls quickly turning to moans and gasps, the sound becoming ever more feminine in tone and nature even if it's not actually changing in register, as his legs round out and take on curves, his hips and ass swelling and rounding out, even the bump of a thick rubber clit becoming visible at the tip of the molded entrance between his legs.\n\nThe tubes eventually retract, the next set of arms moving in. The clippers move in briefly, pause as if confused, then retract with what you'd swear was a disappointed whir. Instead the thing moves right on to lowering the mask over his head, Jon'z's last despairing cry cut off as the thing suctions into place and joins up with the rubber now coating his body, his lips swelling up into exaggerated dick-sucking ones. The cap is lowered into place, his struggles immediately ceasing as he's angled up and set on the floor. With the exact same gait to go along with the identical appearance, the Jon'z-turned-sexbot saunters over and takes its place at the end of the line.\n\nYou're shaking as your own 'bed' is moved into place below the devices that converted the other two. "Ssssoooo, it ssseeemssss we cooome to the oddity, the Ssssspace Rangerrrr amidst the patheeeetic planetaryyyy copsssss," Commander Cobra hisses, tapping his fingertips together. "A thoooought occurssss to meeee." You can't help but feel a bit of hope, no matter how ridiculous that is, as he actually seems like he might be reconsidering turning you into a robot sex doll. "How deliccccciousssss it miiiight be to make you obeeeey me of your own wiiiiill. Yesss, that'ssss riiiight, Ssspace Rangerrrr... kneel before meeee, offer sssservicccce, and you willll retaaain your own forrrrm."\n\n"W-what?"\n\n"He's saying suck cock as yourself, or suck cock as one of those," the white-haired woman snorts, thumbing towards the rows of sexbots that all apparently used to be the planetary cops that came on this operation. "Your choice, cutie. If I were you, I'd get down on my knees in pure gratitude for Boss offerin' up his dick to you."\n\n"Whaaat will it beeee, Sssspace Rangerrrr?" Commander Cobra demands.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept his offer.|GGSR1x8]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGSR1ax1]]

"I vote for hiding inside the containers," you say after thinking about it for a minute. "Even if they only carry us a little way inside, it's still a bit of ship we don't have to fight our way through, right?" \n\n"Right," Vaskez says with a grin, to which Jon'z merely shrugs a bit before giving a small nod.\n\n"Alright, people, we're going with the inside-the-containers plan," he calls to the rest. "Sit down on the pads in tight groups. Each of your team leads should have the control to pop the boxes, do not make a move until either myself or Vaskez issues the order!"\n\nWith that everyone starts stepping up onto the round, glowing teleporter pads, then sitting down and scooching close together. You give a soft 'errrr' as you step onto one with Vaskez and Jon'z, blushing a little bit as you follow along and wind up with them practically draped against your sides once you've sat down. "So what exactly is this part of the plan?"\n\n"We're going to teleport onto the ship just as it's igniting its engines, to cover the signature," Vaskez explains. "Once we're aboard we need as little movement as possible in as little time as possible, so they're going to teleport us directly into the cargo containers."\n\nThus the getting snuggly, you presume. You try not to think about how all three of you are wearing rather thin, little-to-the-imagination type bodysuits and rubbing up against each other near-constantly, until suddenly everything goes dark. You look around to find that you're in darkness... though a moment later a faint light beams out from the shoulders of all three suits, illuminating the container. It's big enough that you can all scoot around and get a little more distance as you press up against the sides, pulling your guns out of your holsters. "Commander Cobra's ship usually leaps in and snatches the transports when they're just inside of the warp border," Vaskez whispers. "It shouldn't be long. Try to maintain silence... they shouldn't be able to hear us in here, though there are sensors to let us hear them, but we shouldn't risk it."\n\nYou nod back to her and settle down to wait. There's a faint vibration like you experienced earlier, on the 'pod' Ydoncha put you on. Then there's a soft lurch that makes you shake in place. A glance at Vaskez and Jon'z show them looking confident and expectant... apparently, Commander Cobra's taken the bait. Soon the shaking stops, and a moment later there's a low series of thuds, and the sound of something dropping.\n\n"Alright, ya glassy-eyed lugs! The boss says this shipment has a buncha stuff he needs, so don't go dropping anything!" A woman's voice, rather coarse and a little bored, rings out, along with heavy footfalls and a low whirring sound. "Get 'em on the carts, all this is going up to his pet doc's lab!"\n\nYou and the two cops share an excited glance. That must be Doctor Biim! Part of the whole mission is to save her, and it sounds like they're going to take you all right to her! You can take care of that, recover or destroy her work, and have a great place to try and take the ship from! The excitement inside the cargo crate is palpable as it shifts and moves, apparently being loaded onto a dolly or cart. As you're moved along, the woman's voice continues to shout occasional orders, mostly hurling some form of mild verbal abuse at the pirates doing the work.\n\n"Be careful as you load those crates on the elevator, ya space rats, you wanna break something? Stack 'em in good so we can unload 'em and spread 'em out once we get up there, the Doc'll wanna look through 'em all once we've gone. Her an' 'er damned privacy, but oh well. I guess the Commander'll be along awhile after that ta see what she's up to and what she got, what with that lift that goes direct to the bridge nowadays. C'mon, c'mon, we wanna get this done before we go on night shift and practically everyone's off duty and in their quarters. Yeah, go on, load it in there nice and gentle. That all of 'em? Good, good. Send 'em on up to the lab."\n\nYou shift a bit, getting up onto the balls of your feet, the other two doing the same. Once you're in the lab and unloaded, all you'll have to do is get out and secure the Doctor. Then you can just wait for Commander Cobra, overcome him, storm the bridge, and easily lock everyone in their rooms! This couldn't possibly be going any better!\n\n"Oh yeah, but before ya send the elevator up, make sure ta turn on the somnic inducer and knock out all those fuckin' cops in the boxes."\n\nYour eyes widen, and your head snaps around to look over at the equally shocked Jon'z and Vaskez. But before you can do anything a low-pitched whine that seems to slide right through your skull and into your brain fills the cargo container. Your eyes roll up and you topple forward, gun dropping from your limp fingers as the three of you flop into a limp, unconscious pile.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|GGSR1x7]]

You step over and take a look at the screen showing the interior of the holosuite, taking a moment to thumb the Mute option off.\n\n"Nnnnnh, cock, cock goooood," Tifa groans from where she's bent over with her hands on a table, arms squishing her huge, whorish tits together as one of the skeevy, leering drunks now populating her bar pumps his massive prick into her overplump pussy.\n\nOnce he's dumped his load in her and stepped back, his practically equine-proportioned cock sliding out from between her thick, overfat cuntlips, Tifa rises and turns, spotting two more approaching her with their huge dicks jutting eagerly towards her. Without hesitation and an eager, lewd smile on her face, she squats down to sit on her raised heels, knees swung wide apart, that hefty pussy shown off... albeit just barely, with how low her hefty tits hang down on her body. She reaches out to rub and stroke those huge, rather unsightly wrinkled and mottled pricks worshipfully, leaning to one side and then the other to slide half of each down her throat in turn, showing not even the faintest hint of a gag reflex as her throat bulges obscenely with how thick they are. \n\nShe shows just as little hesitation about leaning back and guiding those pricks downward until the tips press up against her nipples... and both men thrust forward, the thick pink nubs spreading open almost as easily as her overplumped cunt, though obviously still considerably tighter as both begin fucking her, those giant milkbags wobbling and shaking with the motions. "Yeeeees, fuck my tits, your cocks feel so good inside my tits," she moans loudly, reaching out to stroke off two more men that step up to her sides, her eyes rolling and tongue lolling out in a vulgar, shameless display of utterly mindless pleasure.\n\nShortly after she's astride one patron with another behind her, both her fat pussy and thick donut of an asshole stuffed with cock, and another one pumping down her eager cunt of a mouth, even as two more men fuck her nipples since her tits are big enough for them to fit in around her, along with two more getting jerked off beside them. Tifa's eyes roll and her body shakes with her motions, trying to fuck herself against all of the pricks simultaneously, not wanting or caring about anything other than how good it feels as they all begin to use her as a place to drop their loads, spraying it all over her, filling her belly and womb, and bulging her already enormous tits up as they're filled with two hefty loads.\n\nMy my, isn't she having fun?\n\n<hr>\n[[Use her yourself.|Capture-SlutTifa]]\n\n[[Later.|Capture-HabSG]]

"I think it's better if you settle into the back half, let me take the net area first." As Tanya starts to pout a little, you add, "Let me set it up for you. When you see an opening, unleash Hell."\n\n"Well <i>that</i> I like," Tanya replies, smiling with a flash of her teeth.\n\nThe two of you move through the sand to settle into place. One of the resort girls, who's apparently serving as judge, tosses Tanya the ball so that she can serve, then blows the whistle. Your partner immediately slugs the ball, hard enough that you're sure it's going to go out of bounds. But at the last moment both you and Christina see that it will hit just barely inside the line, the pale-haired woman diving for the save. Hayate quickly bumps the ball over the net, a bit too high for you to reach, but then Christina is scrambling to her feet and vulnerable...\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to return.|DOAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Let Tanya get it.|DOA2x5]]

Deciding the ball's too high and going too long, you turn, waiting for Tanya to get it. The blonde jerks forward, clasping her hands and doing an awkward bump. You wince at the angle of it... it looks like it just <i>barely</i> might get over the net if you left it alone.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to unleash your spike!|DOAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Unleash your Tanya instead.|DOA2x6]]\n\n[[Let it go over on its own, maybe it'll be good.|DOAplaceholder]]

"Tanya!" you call, getting under the ball and redirecting it straight upwards with your fingers.\n\n"Hup!" Tanya races forward, leaping into the air and meeting the ball when it's barely even begun to come down, absolutely <i>slamming</i> her hand down on it. Hayate desperately tries to bump the ball in a return, but the power of Tanya's spike is sufficient to actually part her hands' hold on each other, the ball thudding to the sand between her legs.\n\n"Yeah!" you hoot in exultation, jumping up to give the laughing Tanya a double high-five. You've gotten the first point of the game!\n\nNow that you and Tanya have a sense of your strengths and how to work together, you proceed to dominate the rest of the match, decimating Hayate and Christina with quick and decisive power. They rally a bit for the second set, scoring enough points to make it a close game several times, but eventually you and your new friend come out on top. America, fuck yeah!\n\nYour second matchup of the day goes much the same way, and by dinnertime the sweet rush of victory assures that Tanya may very well be your favorite person ever. You're already listed as the team most likely to win the tournament!\n\nWith a lot of teams weeded out and sent to the "runner-up" competitions on the first day, you're scheduled for only a single match a day for the rest of the tournament, the top twelve teams of the first day scheduled to face off against each other until the top two compete on the final day of the tournament.\n\nAnd of course you win the second day's match as well, with your canny support and Tanya's blistering offense working better together than they were even on the first day. That obviously leaves you with the rest of the day free. Tanya says she wants to spend a little time with Serena, but that she'll meet you for dinner. Hm... so what to do with yourself...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go shopping.|DOAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Take a walk around the island.|DOAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Relax by the pool.|DOAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Hang out in the bar.|DOAplaceholder]]

'Well obviously when you want to turn someone into a double agent, you bribe them, right?' you answer as you make your way gradually towards the corner office.\n\n"I will note that we are interested in this person in large part because of her unfettered access to extreme amounts of currency," Mavis notes. "This has obviously been taken into consideration for the simulation, are you sure this is the choice you wish to make?"\n\n<hr>\n[[We just have to offer her <i>enough</i>!|Chocola]]\n\n[[Who said anything about money?|Chocola1x6]]

"I guess the first thing I'd do is, y'know, case the joint?" you suggest, glancing upward as if that was where Mavis was. You feel vaguely like you're talking to God except God sounds more like a phone AI. "Try to figure out where the weak spots are, if there's any more security, stuff like that."\n\n"Very good," Mavis's voice answers with a mildly approving tone, which makes you puff out your chest a bit. "Normally that would involve finding nearby vantage points, making use of stealth microdrones, and calling up unregistered satellite scans. I have highlighted all of the implants and equipment you would use to do these so that you will know where they are in the future. For now we will dispense with the time and effort of doing so and continue. Your investigation would conclude that the guards are genesoldiers, all genetically altered to fit to a single genetic codec and mentally conditioned, identified via implant in their neck." The guards' armor briefly disappears, showing an identical pair of muscular brown-haired naked men, and a flash of something red and square at the base of their skull. "They are not thralls but are extremely loyal. The grounds are also regularly patrolled by autonomous cyberdogs." Apparently to demonstrate, a pair of dogs with layered armored exteriors in a mingling of red and gold go padding by the gate visibly... their profiles are a lot like Dobermans, although a bit bigger and heftier seeming, likely from the armor. "A number of these roam both the exterior grounds and the interior of the building. The guards and cyberdogs are the building's primary security challenges... the cameras, sensors, and locks the facility boasts are otherwise not worth mentioning, in most cases."\n\n"Okay, so, get over the wall, avoid the guards and dogs, and if I can do that I can get to the target."\n\n"Correct. Now, how do you plan to accomplish that?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Could I hack a guard?|Chocola]]\n\n[[Could I hack a dog?|Chocola1x3]]\n\n[[Could I climb the building?|Chocola]]

Feeling a little giddy about your sheer good fortune, you wander through the suite soaking up the luxury. You strip down and take a quick but thorough shower in the 'tropical rain' style shower, and find a complimentary robe on the counter when you go to get a towel. It's a bit short and sheer, but looks fantastic on you and is comfy as hell. Besides, you've got the legs for it!\n\nWhen you wander back out into the main area of the suite, you find a small cart has been left near the door, bearing a champagne bottle in an ice bucket and an envelope. You open the envelope first, of course, skimming over the text.\n\nApparently in about an hour there will be a mixer down in the bar. The purpose is not just to meet your fellow contestants, but to pick one of them to be your partner for the upcoming competition. You flop down on the couch to look at the glossy pamphlet included, of course first finding yourself and snorting a bit at the summary, then looking over who else is attending.\n\nAfter some musing, you narrow your choices down to what seem like four potentials that seem likely to help you win the tournament... well, if it were a fighting tournament. You'll just have to hope those skills translate well to volleyball.\n\n[[Tanya|DOA2x2]], an American MMA fighter. Strong arms and legs, means she'd probably be able to hit the ball hard and jump great. Probably a little on the indelicate side though.\n\n[[Serena|DOAplaceholder]], a Brazilian wrestler. Probably strong and precise, likely not to be quite as good at going "off the mat" when she needs to block or spike.\n\n[[Christina|DOAplaceholder]], a British... executive assistant? That seems a little odd. But it does mention that she's light on her feet and deft with her hands. Steady and supportive, sounds like.\n\n[[Hayate|DOAplaceholder]], a Japanese... "none of your business"? What? But both that and her blurb emphasizes that she's intense and tough. Probably a highly aggressive player and difficult to rattle.

Tanya seems like the one you'd relate to the most. After all, if you wind up teaming up with someone, you'll probably be spending plenty of time together socializing... best to pick someone you have a lot in common with, right?\n\nPulling on some shorts and a shirt, you head down to the bar. It's a classy sort of place without being quite ritzy enough to make you feel bad for not wearing an evening dress... though you notice that some of the girls are wearing just that, apparently taking it as a nice chance to dress up. There are some of the older guys you saw on the boat and at the dock mingling too, and several of the girls in ritzy dresses are chatting them up. Heh, looks like one or two fighters may be leaving the island with sugar daddies.\n\nYou spot Tanya leaning against a divider, arms resting back against it, a mostly-empty beer bottle dangling from one hand. The "down home country girl" image couldn't get more complete... the cowboy hat on her head, the denim shirt with the sleeves pulled up and only buttoned at the middle, the white t-shirt underneath it, the cowboy boots. You've got to wonder if that's deliberate image or just how she actually likes to dress.\n\nHm... how to approach her...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Straightforward and direct.|DOA2x3]]\n\n[[Flattering and smooth.|DOAplaceholder]]

Hm. Whether the cowgirl look is natural or feigned, either way you've got to figure she'll come off as liking a no-nonsense approach. You head to the bar and order two beers, one of them to match the brand she's drinking, then head over.\n\n"Here, looked like you were about ready for a fresh one," you say, holding out the bottle.\n\n"Aw, thanks hon, awful considerate of you." She finishes off her current beer with a quick slug before setting the bottle aside and accepting the new one. "Name's Tanya."\n\n"Yeah, I saw the brochure." You settle in against the counter that's at a ninety degree angle from hers, taking a swig of your own beer. "My name's Kali. I was actually thinking maybe we could team up."\n\n"Forward li'l thing, aren't'cha?" Tanya answers with a broad smile.\n\n"Well, c'mon, you've gotta hang around with a tournament partner a lot, and what'm I gonna talk about with... an executive assistant?" you say, tilting your head in the general direction of where Christina's speaking with Hayate, both of them with their heads and voices lowered.\n\n"Well that's the damn truth." Tanya huffs out a breath, flicking the brim of her hat to tilt it back a bit. "To be honest, I was sort of figuring on teaming up with Serena, her and me have been tournament buddies for a few years now. But hell, this's beach volleyball... sure she'll understand wantin' ta spread my wings a little. 'Sides, ain't like all three of us can't hang out." She grins broadly again, then holds the neck of her beer bottle out towards you. "Y'got yourself a partner, partner."\n\n"Awesome," you reply with your own grin, clinking bottles with her.\n\n"Tch, did I hear you over here abandoning me, Tanya?" Serena says with a melodramatic pout as she walks up, arms folded under her chest.\n\n"I imagine you'll live," Tanya replies with a snicker. "That little Chinese gal I saw you chatting with seemed interested."\n\n"Interested in a threesome with me and her girlfriend, I think, not so much on the sports side of things. Oh, don't worry about it, I'll manage. Serena," she adds, holding a hand out to you.\n\n"Kali. Nice to meet you."\n\n"Nice to meet you, too. Well, I'd suggest we all go sit down and order something, but I do still have to find a partner, it seems."\n\nSerena wanders off, and you start chatting with Tanya. Pleasantly it seems that you <i>do</i> have a lot in common, and before long it becomes clear you've made a new friend as well as a tournament partner. Eventually Serena returns, introducing her own new acquaintance Helen. (You can't help but notice that except for the English accent and the hairstyle, she and Tanya look a whole lot alike.) The four of you make your way to a table and order dinner, and have a rather pleasant evening just talking about different tournaments you've been to and why you decided to come to this one.\n\nThe next morning you awaken and do a quick morning warmup, then don a snug black bikini bottom and a black sports bra to go with it. As you take the elevator down and cross the lobby to head towards the competition beach, you see other women following the same path and notice that a lot of them haven't gone as... practical... as you have. In fact there's more than a few string bikinis and even some buttfloss going on... they're going to play sports in that stuff?\n\nYou arrive at the scheduled beach and find that Tanya is dressed a bit more conservatively than that, but still less practically than you, in an American flag print bikini. She's stretching out as you arrive, and waves at you cheerfully. "Mornin', sugar!"\n\n"Morning." You glance across the net and see that you've wound up paired against Christina and Hayate for your first round. Great, if your earlier assessment was accurate, that's going to be a tough combo to beat.\n\n"Yeah, both of 'em have bloodlust in their eyes," Tanya comments quietly as she notices where you're looking. "Movin' together like a well-tuned machine already, too. Whatcha think? Put me up front, I'll decimate 'em, s'what I say."\n\n<hr>\n[[Let Tanya at 'em.|DOAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Have Tanya take the back, you take the front.|DOA2x4]]

"Maya, you... like me? Like... like me like me?" you say rather numbly. Then you turn your head. "Morrigan, <i>you</i> like me?"\n\n"I've liked him since we were kids, you barely even know him!" Maya snaps back, albeit directing it at Morrigan rather than you. "Where do you get off!"\n\n"Well it's not like you told me! Hell you apparently haven't even told him!" Morrigan almost snarls in reply, her confusion and embarrassment quickly fading away into anger of her own as she leans in towards Maya. "He's cute and he seems sweet and you know it's always been my dream to find a cinnamon roll I could gradually turn into a black and white cookie!"\n\n"He's mine, bitch!" Maya growls back, raising her hands as if seriously considering either punching or tackling the other girl to the ground.\n\n"Well I don't see your name on him!" Morrigan says readily enough, raising her own hands and curling her fingers, showing off her cobweb-over-black fingernails as if they were claws.\n\n<hr>\n[["Please, stop!"|QOGothHW1x2]]\n\n[[... Actually this could get interesting...|QOGothHW]]

You're not entirely sure where the sudden calm comes from. Maybe it's the fact that you've spent your entire life living up to the nickname Tanya gave you. But tonight you're at a party you secured the pot for from your college connection, you're dressed up without worry about looking foolish, and you've got two hot girls who have said they like you and want you to pick one to be their girlfriend. It's like a mantle of confidence settles on your shoulders as you say, "I guess you two will have to compete for it." \n\n"... What?" Maya and Morrigan say in almost perfect unison, blinking in shock.\n\n"You'll have to compete for it. And before you get mad," you'll point out, as the flashing in their eyes shows they were about to do just that. "I'll point out that until two seconds ago you were both standing here barking 'Choose one!' at me. So obviously you want me to pick one of you and you're fine with that, it was already a contest, why not give it some rules and challenges?" \n\nMaya opens and closes her mouth a few times, while Morrigan quickly gets a thoughtful look. They exchange a glance, then look back at you, Maya nodding slowly while Morrigan grins. "Alright, seems fair," the red-eyed girl agrees. "As long as the contest is too. Agreed, Maya?"\n\n"Yeah," she allows, though still seeming a tad sulky. "As long as it's the same challenge for both of us, fine. I guess you're right, if we're going to make you pick one, we may as well be ready to put our girlfriend quality up against each other."\n\n"So since I guess that makes you the judge, Jamie, what's our test?" Morrigan prompts.\n\n<hr>\n[[Girlfriend contest.|QOGothHW]]\n\n[[Wife contest.|QOGothHW]]\n\n[[... Blowjob contest.|QOGothHW]]

"H-hey, c'mon, quit it!" you call, daring to step forward a little. "Please, don't fight!"\n\nBoth their heads snap towards you, and for a moment you feel a flash of sheer terror that they're going to pounce and attack you instead. (Oddly some parts of your body react to that with very conflicting signals.) But then their hands lower, arms moving to cross their chests as they give each other a near-identical sour look.\n\n"He's right. We can't come to blows over this like common jocks," Morrigan says sulkily, rolling her shoulders.\n\nMaya rolls her eyes a little at that, but doesn't seem to disagree enough to say anything, instead responding, "Yeah, fine, it's all out in the open now, everyone knows what everyone wants." Then her eyes fix on you again. "... Actually, almost everyone."\n\nJust like that, they're both right in front of you, leaning in, making you shrink a little as they practically loom over you. "Hey, Jamie! Tell us which one of us you like!"\n\n"Yeah! Out with it! Pick one of us!"\n\n"Like me, your childhood friend, the one who's stuck by you all these years!"\n\n"Or me, the one that's actually getting you out at parties and interacting with other people!"\n\n"Jamie, we've known each other most of our lives!"\n\n"Yeah, like a sister!"\n\n"Maybe he thinks that's hot!"\n\n"What seriously?! ... Dammit that is kind of hot... no wait, Jamie, I was gonna tell you I liked you tonight, not wait ten years!"\n\n"Yeah but I've liked you for <i>ten years</i>!"\n\n"Pick one, Jamie!"\n\n"Pick one!"\n\n"Pick one!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Um, uh, uh, um, uh..."|QOGothHW]]\n\n[["Um, Morrigan!"|QOGothHW]]\n\n[["Uh, Maya!"|QOGothHW]]\n\n[["... Both?"|QOGothHW2x1]]\n\n[["You have to compete."|QOGothHW1x3]]

You're not sure about some of this other stuff, but you do like to collect messenger bags and backpacks, and this one at the least sounds... unique. "Alright, I'll take the Inksack," you announce, handing the list back.\n\n"Sure, excellent choice!" the chirpy girl replies, trotting a bit to the side and grabbing a box with a cartoonish drawing of a squid on it, then passing it to you. "I hope you enjoy being fully 'armed'," she adds with a giggle, making you smile mostly because doing that means you won't roll your eyes at her.\n\nYou're kind of curious to get an actual look at the thing, since there's only a kind of halfassed little picture on the box, but an actual unboxing in the middle of the mall is a little much. So, best to head home with your free loot, and soon you're back in the cool dim interior of your room... though obviously you go ahead and turn the overhead light on now, since you want to actually see what the 'Inksack' looks like. You open the box and pull out its contents, making a little 'huh' sound at both the feel of it and the color. The feel is squishy... not necessarily in the way microfiber or anything would be, but probably not actual skin-squishy either. It's slick and almost a little wet, but not slimy. It's also a pale almost white color... when you heard it was dyed with squid ink you expected it to be black. Actually you kind of counted on it to be black, that's a little annoying. You hold it up, noticing that the pack itself isn't particularly large and is fairly squid-shaped, with the 'cap' serving as the opening flap for the pack itself. Squids have twelve tentacles right? This looks like it might have a lot more, though, so it's not terribly accurate. They're surprisingly long, too... you think they'll come almost to your knees when you put it on, with the pair of longer 'whips' closer to ankle-length. You're pretty sure you wouldn't actually be able to wear it since those would get in the way, but it looks neat... so, try it on once and then hang it up, eh?\n\nThere are four tentacle-like straps that come out from the back of the squid's body, but on examining them you find they have no clasps or buttons. "Huh. ... Magnets? Or do I just friggin' tie 'em on?" you wonder aloud as you nevertheless pull the backpack into position and the top two tentacle-straps over your shoulders, intending to mess with them to figure it out.\n\nYou yelp as the things suddenly move on their own, lashing into motion with all the speed of a striking snake. The top two jerk out of your hands and dive beneath the collar of your shirt, slipping across your skin and crossing between your breasts, looping around the sides of your midriff and back up along your back to press below where the pack is and between your shoulderblades, the tips almost touching. The lower two similarly push beneath the waistband of your jeans and panties, making you jerk as they wind around the tops of your thighs, the edges of them just brushing your pussylips as they wind back up to either side of your ass to rest on the side of your hips, creating slight visible bulges under the denim. The moment both sets of 'straps' have pressed into place, the tentacles and whips of the pack begin to writhe, raising up into the air and lashing about in agitated fashion. Thoroughly freaked out, you throw your arms in front of your face as if to shield yourself. "Holy shit, <i>stop</i>!"\n\nYou realize that any sense of motion in the room has stopped. You peek an eye open, then open both and lower your arms, realizing that the tentacles have stopped moving... until they also relax and dangle down like your arms being lowered. Curiosity starting to overcome shock, you just think about moving them... and notice a distinct shiver run through the thick patch of tentacles draped from the pack behind you. More deliberately you try raising one of the whips... and it parts from the rest of the group and raises up into the air. "Whoa," you murmur softly, bringing it around in front of you and poking the top of the broad tip. You blink a little, then try rubbing more firmly... you can actually feel yourself touching it! Not quite as distinctly as you would if you were touching, say, the back of your hand, but you get a distinct sensation of warmth and pressure from it when your fingertips stroke it. \n\nNow much more intrigued than anything, you start doing some experimenting. All of the tentacles can move at your command, and the more you try different things with them the easier it gets to control them, like your brain's just automatically adapting to having all these extra limbs. They can stretch, too, even the short ones capable of reaching all the way across the room, and there's no real sense of tension or anything that says they're anywhere near their limit when they do that. You can pick up things with them, even use your phone with a little bit of concentration. They seem to be pretty strong, too, as you try lifting a few bits of furniture with them... though all of them are capable of it, the whips seem to be the strongest, lifting your bed into the air completely effortlessly. And once a bit of the fascination has worn off, you make sure to confirm something else. Reaching under your shirt and behind your back (with one of your actual hands), you get a grip on one of the strap-tentacles and pull. You get a little worried at first since for a second it doesn't do anything, before finally it parts from your skin, peeling off with a sensation not unlike taking off a fresh and particularly sticky bandaid. You get it about halfway off before letting it go, and it hangs limply for a moment before wriggling and then sliding itself back into place, pressing right back against your skin. Still, it looks like you should be able to take it off when you want to.\n\nYou stand in front of the mirror, making a bit of a show of rubbing your chin thoughtfully with one of the whips while you rest your fists on your hips. "This thing can't be normal. I don't know if it's possessed by the ghost of a sea monster or what, but... it's pretty cool. Definitely not taking this back. I mean, with these things, I could totally..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... be a superhero!"|GGLC]]\n\n[["... become a criminal mastermind!"|GGLC]]\n\n[["... have the best masturbation session ever!"|GGLC1x2]]

This game takes inspiration from any number of sources. Some are obvious, from large copyright holders. Others are simply responsible for ideas, imagery, inspiration drawn from fanfiction, online videos, art, comics, and other sources. Many of these sources are lost to the void of the internet or to the depths of my brain, forgetting where they came from in the first place. Others, however, are clearer. And so it seems only right to give at least some of them credit where credit is due for where they jumpstarted portions of the game's writing.\n\n[[Rangarig|http://rangarig.net/]] - Influence runs pretty heavily all through the "Isla Sauria" storyline, and anything involving the Raptarrans.\n\n[[Nuku Valente and other Flexible Survival writers|http://blog.flexiblesurvival.com/]] - Lots of the transformation stuff, especially the Animalland scenes.\n\n[[Fenoxo|http://www.fenoxo.com/]] - While he didn't create the concept of naughty, fetishy text games, CoC has certainly catapulted their popularity into the stratosphere.\n\n[[Sebastian Rubbermage|http://www.bastianmage.com/]] - Artist of weird transformations, odd bondage, and squeaky toys.\n\n[[Lily|http://lilysgames.com/wp/]] - Maker of many a Twine/RAGS/etc. game featuring various content like this one. Mostly credited here because her Christmas game [[Better be nice|http://lilysgames.com/wp/?page_id=138]] gave me the idea for Christmasland.\n\nThe team behind [[HentHighSchool|https://www.henthighschool.com/hhsplus/(hhs-1-07)-official-release-thread/]] - A tale of a new principal trying to run an efficient high school... or corrupt it into a modern Sodom. Influenced several of Helen's paths.\n\n[[Ambrosine|https://www.patreon.com/Ambrosine]]'s SFM videos inspired the Space Wolf bit for Cyan reading the "MagiSpace" RP book.\n\nNumerous SFM porn artists who helped influence various things and have had parodies and homages done in some of the paths.\n\n[[Back.|Start]]

Mm, cute little ninja, definitely a primary target for being utterly despoiled and ruined. Grinning, you select one of the Yuffie players, setting the stage selection for Wutai Castle. The stage is based on the part of the game where you go to Yuffie's homeland and jump through various hoops, and is set on the top floor, with her gathered family looking on, her father sitting on some variation of a throne with the others arrayed out to the sides, the youngest darting back and forth energetically (though from what you remember, probably cheering for Yuffie's opponent rather than her).\n\nYuffie comes running in from nowhere in particular, screeching to a halt and pinwheeling her arms to help stop. This model is somewhere between the original outfit and the Kingdom Hearts version, lacking the heavy arm guard and more extraneous 'kibble' the original had. She settles into her idle animation, only grinning wider as the connection between the player's consciousness and the character model is made.\n\nOf course she splutters a little as you do your own run-in intro, your heavy, furry sack bobbling beneath you as you come to a stop. Her face goes red, then she quickly does her intro pose, flourishing her giant shuriken and shouting, "Those aren't the kind of orbs I'm interested in!"\n\nSmirking, you do your own spin-and-clawthrust intro, eyes glittering as you rumble back, "You will be. You will be."\n\nThe countdown timer begins, and you consider the list of preprogrammed moves to use the moment it's done. The level design technically doesn't prevent you from using your massive growth maneuvers, but you'd feel a bit weird about just clipping through the ceiling from your perspective. Still, plenty of fun things to do with Yuffie! As the countdown finishes and your real world voice barks "FIGHT!", you immediately select one of your options.\n\n<hr>\n[[Heat Spurt.|GG-FF-BB-Yuffie-HeatSpurt]]\n\n[[Puppy Pound.|GG-FF-BB-Yuffie-PuppyPound]]\n\n[[Lycan Bite.|GG-FF-BB-Yuffie-LycanBite]]\n\n[[Full Moon Howl.|GG-FF-BB-Yuffie-FullMoonHowl]]

<div style="background:#eee;border:1px solid #ccc;padding:5px 10px;">You have selected the &quot;Toys&quot; category, indicating you are either a small eager child or a sadly juvenile older person. AppAssure Industries is not here to judge, although judging may still occur as a side product of testing. Please do not be alarmed, judging will occur in three, two, one.\n\nJudging complete.\n\nNow, Testing Agent, please select one of the following toy items to be sent to you. Some items may have sub-selections. Please select those as well, if you are dense enough to require being told to do so.\n\n[[Animal-Themed Plush Toys To Be Named Later|QOHPT1x2]]</span> - AppAssure Industries apologizes for this working title, our marketing team is still attempting to finalize a theme and backstory to tie this set of stuffed toys together. While names have been decided for the individual toys, Legal apparently has concerns. Multiple concerns. Please fill out detailed reports of your cuddling experience with whichever of these huggable friends you choose to order.\n\n[[Reiputachi!|QOHPT2x1]]</span> - From AppAssure Industries&#39; Japanese branch comes these cuddly octopus-like friends, with articulated tentacles and reactive motion. We&#39;re fairly certain that they&#39;re meant to &quot;grow with your affection and return it with lots of hugs and other things&quot;, but the translation team has been missing since February. AppAssure apologizes, and asks that you please do your best to figure out how these work and let us know if you do.\n\n[[Let&#39;s Pretend!: Miniature Playsets|QOHPT4x1]]</span> - From AppAssure&#39;s Let&#39;s Pretend! line (exclamation points are proven to increase brand recognition by 5.72%) comes these playsets featuring numerous different settings. Though they may be scale models, we assure you they will be occupying large amounts of floorspace in your home for quite some time to come. AppAssure Industries guarantees that you will be surprised at just how easy it is to get into the feel of things and really take part in these highly detailed toys.\n\n[[Let&#39;s Pretend!: Dressup Chest|QOHPT3x1]]</span> - The Let&#39;s Pretend! line continues with this small chest that contains a surprising number of costumes in a wide array of adjustable sizes, insuring that parents are fully capable of joining in on the fun. In fact AppAssure Industries <em>guarantees</em> that you will have fun, since we&#39;ve thrown in a little Science to help you get into character. Because everything&#39;s always a little more fun with Science.\n\n[[Let&#39;s Pretend!: Oh No, Monsters!|QOHPT5x1]]</span> - Our finest pop psychologists assure us that one of the best ways to conquer your fear of something is to confront it. For children with such mundane fears as spiders, lizards, and the dark, it&#39;s easy for parents to traumatize their younglings until they learn to fake a lack of fear just like the Jones children next door, but what about you, with your horrible children afraid of such intangibles as monsters hiding in their room? Well, simmer in quiet resentment no longer, for AppAssure Industries has the solution. These delightfully horrifying playtime buddies will show your children there is nothing to fear when the lights go out... probably.</div>\n\n

"Ladies and gentlemen!" you call into the microphone, grinning at the crowd's applause from below. They're gathered in the seats around the octagonal pit below, four large screens above it providing views of the 'arena' from different angles. It's mostly 'gentlemen', of course, but you're always amused by the fact that a not insignificant number of ladies show up to these events as well. "Welcome to the Seventh Heaven Entertainment Octagon! This is our special 100th show, and to celebrate we'll have not one, not two, not even three, but <i>five</i> sessions! Culminating in tonight's very special guest, Miss Scarlet of Shinra Weapons Development!"\n\nThere's another round of cheering and hooting, most of the audience already pantsless and at attention, some of them already beginning to stroke themselves eagerly at the brief video feed of the huge-titted blonde, on her knees with her wrists bound above her in one of the holding cells, angrily thrashing against her bonds, before the screens return to the view of the arena. "But first up, our opener! Please welcome Gina, from Costa Del Sol!"\n\nOne of the gates angled out over the arena pit is swung open, and the tan-skinned girl shrieks as she's tossed in, landing in a heap on the sticky, but padded, arena floor. Whimpering, she picks herself up, futilely trying to cover her large, tanlined tits and close-trimmed thong-pale pussy with her hands. "What's going on?! Why are you doing this to me?!" she calls, to the laughs and jeers of the crowd.\n\n"Gina here has been volunteered by her boyfriend, who thought she'd make a great match," you declare over the PA, smirking as the girl's head shoots up and her eyes go wide. "But now, the one you're really all here to see! Please welcome... the Breaker!"\n\nGina whips her head around, staring fearfully as one of the walls of the arena opens, a figure stepping into the light. Tifa... though you're fairly sure she's forgotten that name... steps out onto the mat, her erect cocks shaking and wobbling in front of her, the arena light gleaming off of the rows of barbells running up the undersides of them. Her once large tits are now enormous, almost coming to her waist, though stiff and obviously fake, 'bolted on' being the typical descriptor, her overly fat and engorged nipples pierced by spike-ended barbells. Her wrists and ankles have been outfitted with spike-studded cuffs, a matching dog collar around her neck. The silver ring through her nose glints above her brainless, lustful smile as she approaches the now screaming blonde.\n\n"Hnnnh, neeew fuckmeat!" the Breaker howls gleefully, leaping forward to grab the naked girl. Gina thrashes and fights mightily, but despite the degradation of her brain the Breaker has lost none of her martial arts savvy. The tan girl is soon trapped in a full nelson, her legs lifted up high and bent almost double by the Breaker's arms looping around them and hands hooking behind her head. She struggles against the futanari's huge fake tits all the same, trying to win free, only for her jaw to clench and eyes to roll up as the Breaker gives a practiced swing of her hips to position her pricks... and drives them both into the blonde's ass deeply in a single rough thrust. The crowd cheers, howls, and masturbates furiously as the Breaker begins using her grip on Gina to work her up and down, pumping the captive girl's ass over her pierced pricks like nothing more than an onahole, that flat, toned brown belly bulging obscenely with the shape of massive cocks.\n\n"As a reminder to everyone, Gina will be available for purchase after tonight's show," you announce, holding the mic with one hand and idly stroking your own prick with the other. "Bidding will start at fifty gil, with a buy now price of 500 gil." A gil is only worth about a penny... but so will Gina be, once your pet has completely destroyed all her holes. \n\nYou keep your strokes of your cock slow, even as the Breaker grunts and thrusts up, Gina's belly swelling and eyes rolling completely as cum starts fountaining out of her mouth to rain down on her face and tits. This is only the first of five girls to have their holes destroyed and their minds broken after all, gotta pace yourself.\n\n<b>Final Fantasy Debug</b> End - <i>The Breaker's Owner</i>

"Oh yeah, those got shipped here awhile back, from one of the other locations," Robert answers as you try to get a better look. "Different versions of the same ones. I don't think the staff ever even unpacked them, too much work, but the animatronics did. They're probably switching their hard drives over to those bodies, they're a bit more suited for the 'horny' stuff."\n\nYou see one of the shadowy forms move a bit more into the frame of the camera. It's still mostly in shadow, not quite complete, but it's obviously nonhuman... you think from the big round things atop the head it's probably Felipe. Except the shadowy form is obviously much more feminine, with a slender waist, round hips, and obvious breasts. "Uh... those new bodies certainly are..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... jiggly."|MikeFiesta]]\n\n[["... hung."|MikeFiesta]]

Your new body, the dark energy inhabiting it, both resonate with an animal desire to rut, to thrust, to grab and take and plunder. Some part of you understands that all that "thinking" and "free will" would only distract you from such things. Without a word you turn your back to the other demon and lower to your hands and knees, your long spade-tipped tail flicking up and away, leaving your large, firm red ass bare, your huge balls dangling down between your muscular thighs, the blunt tip of your horsecock actually brushing against the undersides of your breasts. You sense more than see the Seduction Demon's satisfaction at your display of submission, her hands almost immediately roaming over the full curve of your ass, fondling and lifting your balls, stroking the bulging muscles of your thighs and hips.\n\nYou growl a little as she begins rubbing her fat cock against your ass, nudging your pucker or taint or balls with the tip. You don't want to be teased, you want to be fucked! You can feel some vague semblances of humanity pressing in around the edges of your perception, shocked and horrified at what's happening. You growl a bit more as the other demon strokes her plump purple prick along the cleft of your ass a few times, bucking your hips back insistently.\n\n"Fine, fine, impatient thing," Leslie coos, drawing back to place the tip of her dick at your pucker, and this time pushing forward, driving the fourteen inches in with one smooth, steady push. Your black lips curl up in a smile, shining onyx eyes rolling up a little as you finally feel it filling you. The seduction demon continues stroking her hands over your back and sides as she begins thrusting into your tight, infernally hot hole, fat dick actually bulging a bit more on the outside of your pucker as it squeezes into the gripping tunnel. Though nowhere near as strong as you, the other demon still has enough power that when she begins fucking you in earnest, it sends the feeling of impact through your whole body, her luscious hips slapping audibly against your firm ass, followed by the softer but still audible fwap of her balls hitting yours.\n\nYour own tits are too firm and proud to move much despite her pounding, the globes jutting underneath you as if formed of solid rubber, though your cock slaps up against your flesh and wobbles below you between thrusts. Your tongue lolls out further as you lower to one elbow, the long, slender pink length snaking across the floor. You can feel the seduction demon drawing the last of Cyan's soul out of you and devouring it, burning it up along with what remains of Leslie's, and she's welcome to it. Your demonic power only grows as you're rid of the vestiges of humanity, allowing you to 'see' behind you, watching the way your master's immense tits wobble and shake like gelatin as she pounds into you from behind, her pretty face contorted in a sneering coo of pleasure. \n\nYou buck back eagerly against your master's thrusts, letting your mind empty of thoughts and drives other than to fuck and be fucked. Yesss, this is the proper existence for a rape demon! To be a tool for wiser heads, to be a fuck machine to be pointed at a hole and told how to destroy it! You close one eye, a moronic smile on your dark lips as you look over your shoulder at your master, your owner. She smirks knowingly at you, delivering a quick slap to your ass as if in confirmation of your thoughts. Yes, you are merely an extension of her now, a thing to do her bidding, a beast of burden or soldier at her whim. The internal surrender pushes you over the edge, and you give a long, animal yowl as you begin blasting immense amounts of thick, stinking white demonic seed all over the undersides of your own tits and the cement floor. You continue gushing out a fresh torrent of jizz every time your master's balls slap into yours, and are eventually rewarded with the feeling of her using you as a cum dump, her energy flowing into you along with her load, finishing the binding ceremony.\n\nIt's only a few moments before she pulls out with a wet *pop*, and you mewl a bit in disappointment. The thing that was once Leslie pats your ass genially. "There there, more later pet," she coos, standing up and stretching, her tits and still-hard cock wobbling back and forth as she lifts onto her toes, even her tail standing straight out. "Mmmm! Now, onto pressing matters." She rubs her chin as you too rise to your feet, hunching a bit and slumping your shoulders, not even bothering to stand like a proper human. "For ease of reference, you will continue to be Cyan, and I will continue to be Leslie. Until such time as the usefulness of those names and identities is done, then I can choose a more proper name for myself. You hardly need one, but maybe something like Beast, or Fucker, or Bitchbreaker."\n\nShe smirks expectantly at you, but only grunt, perfectly content to go without or be called whatever demeaning name your master likes, including 'Cyan'. Leslie sighs a bit, as if somewhat disappointed at your lack of humiliation, then glances down. "Well, this won't do for subtlety, little too blatant." She snaps her fingers, and both of you quickly shrink down. In a matter of seconds, both of you have resumed the appearances of the humans you inhabited... more or less. Leslie still has breasts almost twice as big as they originally were, and you have a significant bulge in the front of your jeans... her tits and your cock are, after all, symbols of your nature too strong to be hidden. Leslie glances down at her chest, then at your crotch. "Hm." She hefts her tits in her hands and moves them side-to-side, then lets them go and shrugs. "Well, even if one of the boys notices, it will likely only make them all the easier to manipulate. That, though..." She glances at the swell of your cock under the denim, then makes a little 'ah well' noise. "The light's not good, they might not notice. To be on the safe side, turn down your lantern."\n\nGrunting your assent again, you walk over and pick up the lantern the real Cyan left on the worktable, turning a dial on the side until it puts out a wan light just enough to push back some of the darkness. Your master does the same, then turns to you. "I want to bring the boys down here and do a proper job of seducing them. Really... savor the event. I'll go find Jack, you find dear Kevin." Leslie turns towards the stairs, unerringly walking forward, demon senses making the candlelight and dim lantern unnecessary. Then she pauses and turns back to you, frowning and holding up a finger. "I mean it, beast. I want to take my time and make them beg for it, not just overpower them into submission. Just find the boy and lure him back here, no unnecessary roughness or stuffing one of his holes full of dick. Understood?"\n\nYou scowl a little both at your master's mistrust and the fact that it's well-placed, but nod in return. Apparently considering the matter settled, she turns and leads the way back up the stairs. Without another word the two of you separate, following the scents of different mortals towards your goals. You find the skinny mortal boy the real Cyan knew as 'Kev' in the kitchen, taking photos out the window. "Oh, hey Cy," he says, glancing over at you, apparently not noticing either your lamp's dimness or any extra details the shadows conceal. "Just takin' some pictures of the duck pond from here. Hey, you hear anything a bit ago? Thought it sounded like a wolf howl or something."\n\nYou grunt noncommitally, eyes narrowing a little bit. 'Lure' him, the master said... after she fucked most of the brains out of your head, of course. How do you lure somebody...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Be direct about it. Direct suits you.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fuck it, just rape his throat.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

"Let's both get in the circle," you suggest, setting the book down to pull out your phone. Luckily your case has little fold-out legs for if you want to leave it sitting up for a situation just such as this. "Flailing around and acting possessed is the fun part, right?"\n\n"Yup," Leslie agrees with a bit of a giggle. "Make sure you can see everything, alright?"\n\nFlicking the phone's camera light on, you do a few checks of the screen. A bit dim, but there's enough detail you can pick out Leslie's features, and that this is the same place as in the movie. Good enough! Grabbing up the book and carefully stepping through and over the circle of candles, you flip back to the page where you saw the incantation. "Okay, remember, no flailing around and stuff until I actually finish, or it'll totally look stupid."\n\nLeslie nods eagerly, not bothering to point out that half the idea is how stupid you'll both look trying to ham it up and act possessed by demons. You squint a bit at the page, mostly having to rely on candlelight since you both left your lanterns over on the worktable. Luckily, the text is fairly large and you have at least some memory of how the chant was pronounced from the movie, so you manage to do a decent job of belting out the collection of probably random syllables in an authoritative tone.\n\n"Fa fyhhy pa rika telgkenm tasuhc!" You call in a 'mystical' tone, raising your free hand high into the air. "Syga ic knuf rika lulgc yht dyemc yht runhc yht cred!" Beside you, you can hear Leslie struggling not to burst into giggles, and do your best to keep a straight face as well. This is supposed to be serious... gibberish! "Fa'na kuhhy nyba ajano vilgehk drehk!" You take a deep breath, partly to calm your giggles, and partly so you can really belt out the last line. "Dinh ec ehdu ehvanhym vilgpedlrac huf!"\n\nYou prepare to fling yourself into a melodramatic string of moans and writhing, but before you can the first burst of pain hits. You gasp loudly, and sincerely, as you double over and drop the book, your arms wrapping around yourself instead. Leslie gives a loud yelp that's definitely not within her acting range either, both of you twitching as heat and pain slithers all over your nerves.\n\nYou can feel your whole body shuddering, twitching, your muscles flexing without your permission... and then swelling. In fact your whole body seems to swell, your very skin feeling tight. Whimpering, you stare down at yourself and see that it's not just your perception... your arms really have taken on very visible definition! You raise your hands and stare at them, crying out in dismay and pain as your skin starts to darken to a deep red color and your nails blacken, curling out beyond your fingertips as they become sharp talons. You force your head over towards Leslie and see that she's turned purple, her shorts and shirt growing tighter on her as her body fills out, though apparently not with the bulging muscles you seem to be acquiring.\n\nAs you close your mouth from your latest yowl of pain, your teeth brush against your lip, letting you feel that at least some of them have lengthened and sharpened. But as you shudder in place, your jeans growing tight around your hips and legs, something even stranger happens. The burning heat rushing through you, still bright and painful, starts to feel... good. Your cries of anguish start turning into long, low moans without your permission, the shuddering of your body taking on an entirely different quality. You can especially feel pleasure between your legs... not from your pussy, but from something else, something hard and yearning that's pressing against the front of your jeans, and getting harder and more eager all the time.\n\nYour new cock bursts through your panties and snaps the button and zipper of your jeans only moments later, jutting out in front of you and continuing to grow longer and thicker, a long shaft ending in a broad, flat, flared head, the throbbing shaft as bright red as the rest of your skin, including the skin of your sack as it spills out the front of your pants. Your shirt's the next to go, strained beyond its means by your broadening shoulders, increasing height, and the swelling of your tits into huge, boulder-firm globes, the black cloth shredding to reveal your monstrous red tits capped by black nipples. Panting, your lengthening tongue lolling out, you grab your cock with both hands and start furiously pumping and stroking along its length, feeling it continuing to grow longer with every stroke.\n\nYour jeans are the next to give up the fight, splitting at the seams around your muscular, chiseled thighs. The pressure at the base of your spine ends as your spade-tipped tail whips back and forth, replaced by orgasmic pain-pressure at your forehead. You toss your head joyfully, howling with glee as your horns grow in and your clawed toes tear through the ends of your sneakers, finally leaving you nude as you complete your transformation into a seven-and-a-half foot demon shemale.\n\nSlowing your strokes of your cock, which is well over two feet long, you turn your onyx-black over towards Leslie, grinning at her own transformed body. She's supple where you're muscular, all female curves and squeezable bits where she was once slender and lanky. Shorter than you at a bit over seven feet, she's still got you beat in at least one area... while your red tits are bigger than basketballs, hers are easily bigger than watermelons, huge wobbly things that beg to be slapped and squeezed and have a cock thrust between them. Her own cock is human-shaped, a bit fatter than yours but only a little over half as long, bulging plumply in the middle, her balls hanging down like softballs instead of the cantalopes swinging between your own legs. Her ass is full and round, legs long and plush. Clearly Leslie's human shell has been inhabited by a Corruption Demon, instead of the Rape Demon that's replaced your own soul.\n\nIn fact, best to get rid of these human souls completely. The rite must be completed, the only question is... who's on top?\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck "Leslie's" ass.|GGHH3x1]]\n\n[[Get your ass fucked.|GGHH2x3]]

You head on over towards Elly, musing as you do so that the designers obviously put a lot of work into her. The face with its big eyes, curved trunk, and expressive smile perfectly captures the toon look in three dimensions. The massive breasts under the pink of her top are obviously there for parental appeal, with the rest of her built thickset with wide hips a somewhat round belly, and, well, a big ass. They managed to convey the elephant thickness without just making her fat... "thicc", you guess is the word most people use. She also towers above all of the other mascots except Buster, and she looks like she may still have him beat by an inch or two. You find yourself craning your neck to look up at her as you approach.\n\n"Well hi there!" Elly calls as she notices you, turning and waving a toon-gloved hand. You blink at the clarity of sound... if the mouth on the mask wasn't as still and molded as you'd expect, you'd think she'd actually spoken normally. There was no sense of her being muffled by the mask or anything, even leaving aside that every suited mascot you've ever met has been silent anyway. Man, this park must have spent a ton on these suits. "Well aren't you a cutie? Welcome to Worldland!"\n\n"Heh, uh, thanks." You nod a bit bashfully, actually feeling your cheeks heat. Geez, it's just some park employee in a mascot suit, heck it's probably actually a guy in there, voice aside. Why get all flustered over being called 'cutie'?\n\n"I'm Elly the Elephant, what's your name, sugar?" she asks. Wow, these mascots don't just talk, they really engage the guests. Worldland is weird.\n\n"My name's Eric." You shrug, glancing away, not sure what you even mean by doing so. Chatting with a cartoon mascot sets off all your 'embarrassed teenager' senses, but you'd feel silly walking away now, since you were the one who walked up to her. So you decide to press on and ask the next question yourself. "So, uh, you're Herschel's girlfriend, huh?"\n\n"Oh yes, that's right, me and darling Herschel have been together some time now. He was a bit difficult about it at first, but he eventually came around. Still, he has problems sometimes, you know." She leans her big, molded head closer and adds in a quieter tone. "Performance problems, I mean."\n\n"Uh... huh," you acknowledge, nodding slowly. This is an appropriate backstory for children's characters...?\n\n"But, we all manage in our own ways. Herschel manages by focusing his energy into helping his friends and raising his son," Elly continues cheerfully. "And I channel it into cheating on him constantly."\n\n"... Wha?" Now your jaw has actually dropped. You already couldn't believe she even implied the concept of sex in the first place... now she's openly talking about fucking around on her boyfriend? Is someone recording this for a reality show, or...?\n\n"Mm-hmmm, and I especially like to do it with cute boys like you," she adds in a sultry tone, cupping your crotch with one of those big toon-gloved hands and giving a firm rub. She knows what she's doing, too, shifting the motion of her fingers and twisting her palm a bit so that you're almost instantly at full hardness inside your jeans. You're pretty sure now this isn't just some prank, what prank show would go that far? Or maybe it's just the hormones now thundering through your bloodstream convincing you of that. "How about it, cutie-pie? Wanna slip off and have some fun with Elly...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go for it.|EllyElephant1x1]]\n\n[[No way, too weird.|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Cheating is wrong!|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]

Okay, that's aggravating. Here you go and honestly approach them, doing your best to seem nonthreatening, just intending to make friends, and they lose their shit at you. Scowling deeply, you point the staff at the redhead and quickly speak a phrase that comes to mind the moment you consider bringing them low for their behavior. She practically freezes in place, her muscles clenching and eyes widening. \n\nThe rogue flings his dagger at you, and you just barely manage to jerk out of the way of it as it whizzes by your shoulder. The woman with the sword charges towards you, but has to go around the fire and jump over a downed log, giving you time to do two things: turn and cast the same spell on the rogue, making him jerk to a stop, and issue a mental command. The flat of the big obsidian axe clonks into the back of the leather-clad woman's head. From the way she jerks and twists to stare at the big woman, you think she's stunned as much by the betrayal as she is by the actual pain or jolt of the impact. All the same, it gives you time to cast the spell once more, and she too jerks to a halt, all of them standing there motionless save for the slight panic and anger in their eyes.\n\n"That. Wasn't. Nice," you state coldly, narrowing your eyes at the three of them. "Drop your weapons," you continue, unable to help smirking a little as their hands instantly open, axe, sword, and a fresh knife all hitting the forest floor. "Now come line up in front of me."\n\nYou wait until the three of them shuffle over to stand in a slightly untidy row in front of you. There's no sense of hesitation or struggle in their movements, and their expressions are mostly blank as well, save for their eyes which easily convey all the emotions actually running through their minds. You look the three over, then continue, "I really wanted to be nice. Was just going to come over and say hello. Then you have to go 'It's uh deemun!' and try to cut off my head or whatever. Not cool. It's your own fault we're in this situation right now, you know." You wait a moment, then continue, "Alright, starting from the blonde and going thisaway, names."\n\n"Drake."\n\n"Vera."\n\n"Zara."\n\nAll three of them answer in short, clipped, strained voices, the redhead's almost like a snarl. Hm, you wonder how complete your control over them is? You do have a general sense of the spell, and you could feel it being ramped up and empowered as you sent it through the staff. You somehow doubt it will be ending anytime soon... as in, within the rest of their lifetimes, unless you release them, or someone else breaks your spell. So certainly if you want to play around with it, it seems like you'll have time to. "Alright then, you three. So you were inhospitable, and now you're going to pay with it. First things first. All of you strip down. Everything has to go. Magic items, hidden weapons, clothes, all of it on the ground."\n\nInstantly they begin to obey, stripping out of their gear. For some, obviously, that takes less time than others... Zara basically just has to untie her bikini and let it drop to the ground, then yank off her boots before pulling off the pair of rings she's wearing and dropping them to the grass. Her large, fat nipples are pierced by big steel rings as well, but you give her a mental nudge to leave those in after doing a quick check for magic and finding none. Vera, meanwhile, has to take off her bracers and undo some laces on the sides of her top before pulling it up and off, baring perky C-cups capped by light brown nipples and a firm, flat stomach as she drops it to the ground before pulling off her own rings, then undoing her belt and the laces of her pants before shoving them down, sleek ass wiggling briefly in the air as she works the pants and her boots off. She also reaches back and pulls out her hairtie, dropping it with her other stuff, her pretty black hair falling loose around her shoulders. Drake takes the longest, mostly because he spends almost two minutes pulling out and dropping hidden daggers, shuriken, and shivs before having to shift and work a little to get the leather jacket off before pulling off his shirt, revealing a lean, sleek chest, then undoing his pants and shoving them down as well, a decently long but slender cock flopping free as he steps out of them before pulling off his rings and a bracelet as well.\n\nYou look over the pile of stuff as much as your naked prisoners. You'll have to go through all of it to properly appraise it, but you bet it will fetch a decent price if sold... after you keep what you want, that is. Looking back at the trio of now naked adventurers, you smile. "Still, I suppose it's not all bad. I wanted our relationship to be friendly, but now it's going to be-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-one-sided."|GGTief]]\n\n[["-profitable."|GGTief2x2]]\n\n[["-sexy."|GGTief]]

Oh yeah, there was a book of that too, huh? Well, most Disney stuff is based on storybooks, after all. You pick up the glossy, obviously Disney-influenced cover from beside its similar companion, and flip it open, only to yelp as you abruptly feel the floor drop out from under you. You go crashing through something yielding and splintering, and then slam against a hard surface, what you think might be a chair from the way you're essentially forced upright even as you try to fall backwards, coughing and gasping at the cloud of dust and debris all around you.\n\n"Oh my! Certainly quite an entrance," comes a smooth, amused voice through the cloud, a figure gradually becoming clear as the dust settles to reveal a small house cluttered with books, models and other strange odds and ends. His hair is pale, his clothing elaborate and in shades of white, purple, and red, and he smiles at you where he's standing across the small table you now find yourself sitting at. "Are you quite alright?"\n\nYour ass hurts and your back's aching and you feel like your lungs are full of straw dust and your head's spinning, but all you can really think of to say is, "You're the wrong Merlin."\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/QHKRqYS.png>\n\n"Ahahaha, yes, for a particular definition of 'the wrong Merlin', I most certainly am," he answers, purple eyes sparkling as he settles into the chair across the table from you. "But our perception of reality is just that... our perception. And some people's perceptions color certain realities more than others. You could call this reality we're currently in a bit... fanciful. So no, I am not the man with the long white beard and conical blue hat... your personal impressions of Merlin include him, but are not consumed by him, so he isn't here. But I am, or at least, your perception of me."\n\nYou stare at him, coughing a few more times as you try to process all that, briefly glancing down at the cup of tea he pours and slides over to you. "Are you... saying you're not real, and I'm what, dreaming you?"\n\n"No, he's just talking out of his half-incubus ass to confuse you so he seems smarter," a woman's voice says from over your shoulder.\n\nYou jump a bit, turning in the chair to look behind you and up, finally spotting the pseudo-tree perch on which sits a white owl. Well, 'white' doesn't really cover it... it's so perfectly, wonderfully, shining white that really 'silver' would be a better description. Its head tilts a little as you look at it, elegant golden beak moving again as it then turns its gaze towards Merlin. "Isn't that right?"\n\n"Now now, no need to be rude," Merlin replies in a soothing tone, still smiling. "I am not making everything up, and Cyan's perceptions certainly do figure into things. Had her perception of the other portrayal of Merlin been stronger, that is how I would have appeared to her, certainly. And you would have been forced to be about half the size and a rather dull shade of brown, for which I think you might not have been thankful." At his comment the owl puffs off a bit in consternation, though you're not sure if it's at Merlin being right or the idea of being small and brown.\n\n"Uh... Archimedes?" you murmur.\n\n"Archion," Merlin corrects smoothly before the owl can answer, since to judge by its puffing up again it was a bit indignant. "And before you ask, no, she is not a highly educated owl. She is in fact a Sidhe... one of the fair folk. She has simply decided to take on the form of an owl while she is assisting me."\n\n"More like making sure you don't make yet another complete mess of things," Archion says in a rather acidic tone. "Besides, if I were to walk among humans in my own form, they would all be struck mindless and infatuated by my beauty."\n\n"Which is what she says when she's in a good mood, when it's a bad one it's 'As if I would deign to walk among you disgusting, smelly things as if I were one of you, I'd rather be a creature of the forest'," Merlin notes brightly as he sips his own tea.\n\n"A sincere and utter pox on you, halfling."\n\n"Whoa, time out from the domestic squabble!" you interject, crossing your forearms. "What the <i>hell</i> is going on?!"\n\n"It's quite simple, really. This reality needs a King at this juncture in its history. One who can step in and, at least for a time, brighten the world and hold this part of it together. It's extremely important to the nature of the world, and without it, well, things will get very bad."\n\n"... What, it forms a Singularity?" you mutter, still struggling to believe that you haven't had a seizure or something and dropped over in the library to have a coma dream.\n\n"Hm, not quite, but what you know from that game is probably close enough for a frame of reference. Yes, without someone to be King, it would be on the level of forming a Singularity. I needed someone to be King and, well, here you are, right on schedule!"\n\n"... Yeah, well, no thanks." Wincing as you stand, you turn and stalk over to the door. "Whether or not you're the actual Merlin, you look enough like the one from Fate that I know what you are... a manipulator," you add, pausing with one hand on the doorknob while pointing at him with the other. "You work behind the scenes and pit people against each other, or against history, for your grand design. Well I know what happened to the last teenage girl you tried to make King, and I'm not spending eternity in the Throne of Heroes sitting on a mountain of dead bodies. So if you'll excuse me-"\n\n"I really wouldn't leave, if I were you," Merlin says genially enough as you start to pull open the door.\n\n"... What, now you're threatening me?" you ask, stopping to look at him again, though you can't help feeling a little afraid at the same time.\n\n"Yes and no. You could certainly perceive it as a threat, which from your point of view would make it one, but at the same time my course of action is bound by your own actions and thus it's not actually a threat from my point of view. You see, if you walk out that door, you're willingly choosing to forego my guidance, and thus my protection. I can't actually give it to you if I want to, after that. You would be on your own in this existence... one that is growing ever darker and more cruel without a King to provide an anchor for its nature. So, from the point of view that it is a threat, the threat of what will happen if you go out that door is that I will continue to sit right here, and finish this pot of tea," he continues, continuing to give you that same knowing smile as he takes a sip from his cup, even as he tries to inject a little sadness into his constantly upbeat tone. "Even if I hear the sound of your screams from outside."\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave.|GGKing]]\n\n[[Stay.|GGKing1x1]]

Since you're interested in their responses, you don't restrict them from speaking, and it's Drake who says, "Profitable? What do you mean, 'profitable'?!"\n\nAs your answer, you indicate Vera with your staff. "You, you seem like the one who's most on top of it as far as knowledge goes. Where's the nearest city where slaves can be bought and sold?"\n\nYou actually feel just the barest hint of resistance from her... ah, she's smart enough to realize answering that question treads a little closely to harming herself, which is one of those things that can give someone a chance to resist Dominate Person. But whether it's not close enough or she just fails her save, after only a second or so she blurts out, "Chensport! It's three days east, it's one of the biggest slaving dens around!"\n\n"Good. Now shut your yaps," you add, before any of them can start squawking in outrage. You ponder for a moment how to handle dressing them, when you realize you can just make basic clothing with magic. The spell would be... Major Creation, you think? You wonder how many times you can do that a day though... but then you get the feel that as long as you cast it through your staff, you can do such a relatively simple spell almost as often as you want, and not have to worry about the items disappearing on you either. That settled, you point the staff at the ground and conjure up three near-identical sets of items... a plain pair of black cloth boots, a black thong, plain iron cuffs with clips for chains, and a black leather collar. "Alright, get dressed, slaves," you chirp.\n\nThe look in their eyes is anger and humiliation as they nevertheless dutifully move to pick up the garments and put them on, their high-level gear replaced with items that make it abundantly clear what their lowly station is. Your mental connection with them gives you a vague hint of what they're feeling as they're forced to close the chainless manacles around their own wrists and fasten the collars around their own necks, and you have to admit it gives you a bit of a thrill to sense the pain, anger, shame, fear, and just a tiny hint of something else beneath it. Soon they're lined up in front of you again, both women still bare-breasted but with their pussies hugged by the slightly overtight panties, Drake's bulge similarly outlined clearly and with nothing to hide. Smirking, you direct them to gather everything up and pack it away save for one tent, while you eat the dinner that Vera had been preparing. Once they and you are both done, you dab at your face with a nice red cloak you found and decided to wear.\n\n"Alright, here's the deal. You're going to stand guard for me, like good, dutiful little slaves. You can rest in shifts, so long as two of you are always guarding me." You start to crawl into the tent, then pause. "Oh yeah. And on the off chance one of you actually manages to break free of my control and tries to run or attack me, the other two are to instantly hack them to bits." With that taken care of, you take one look at the sour expressions in their eyes and snicker before settling down on the piled bedrolls of all three of them. Hm, this is something approaching nicely comfy! You briefly consider doing something wicked with one of them, but as Walter White said, don't sample your own merchandise. Snickering at that thought, though mildly annoyed at the idea of going the rest of your life without Netflix, you drift off to sleep.\n\nWhen you wake up it's to an odd, unfamiliar, but urgent sensation. You grunt and roll over, staring a little blearily down at yourself... then blink. There's an erect cock jutting from your crotch, completely bare since your loincloth didn't turn entirely with you. It's as black as ink, smooth and long and fairly thick, with a lean, tapered head. Around the bottom of it is a sort of vestigial sheath and fairly decently-sized balls, both of them as porcelain white as the rest of your skin. How... did you not notice that yesterday? ... Well, if your body was used to the way it feels, you probably just tuned it out by instinct. Still, kind of interesting to discover you're a 'Half' like the book talked about. Stumbling up and out of the tent, you stagger over to the nearest tree and spend a few moments figuring out how to pee with it, ignoring the looks of shock from your slaves.\n\nOnce you've finished you return your loincloth to its place, then order Vera to cook breakfast before the three of you set out for Chensport, with one of the horses bearing you, and the other... enjoying a lightened load, your ensorceled inventory forced to walk. You amuse yourself along the trip watching their practically bare asses flex and move, and Vera and Zara's tits jiggling, the amazon's piercings glinting in the sun. You have to remind yourself several times that you shouldn't fool around with them... they're your product, after all, you've already decided you're going to sell them, better not risk getting attached. But after a few days' journey, the smell of the sea grows stronger and stronger, as does the concentrated smell of many, many living beings crammed into one area, as well as myriad other things your sensitive nose can pick out and some that it can't. High walls of black stone stretch from one part of the coastline to another, effectively creating a walled city right up against the sea, and you approach the main gate. The guards are wearing light, thin black plate armor, their helmets showing their lower faces but otherwise cast in a rather draconic aspect.\n\n"Selling or buying?" one of them asks in a bored tone, with a brief glance towards your trio of unhappily silent captives.\n\n"Little of both, probably," you answer, allowing for some leeway beyond your immediate plans.\n\n"It's twenty gold to enter as a seller," he responds, a bit more firmly this time, apparently wanting to make it clear that this isn't negotiable.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure, here you go.|GGTief2x3]]\n\n[[Whaaaat?! ... Oh, fine, bah.|GGTief]]\n\n[[lolno|GGTief]]

Your slaver friend's words from last night come back to you... 'people are afraid of her'. She warned you to be careful, so maybe it would be best not to immediately slap all of your cards on the table. "Alright, Vera, you're coming with me," you say, pointing at her and then beckoning. She does seem to be a nice midway point between looking quite human and looking very dragon-y, as opposed to Drake who still has some human skin showing and no wings, and Zara who, as said, looks more like a dragon standing upright. "The other two, you're to stay here and keep the door closed. Keep yourselves quiet and out of sight."\n\nYou head out the door, the gleaming silver slave behind you silently falling into step and obediently staying right on your heels. You avoid catching any attention directly near the Thoroughbred, but let the two of you be seen enough once you're a street distant, a number of people doing double-takes or staring as they see a particularly unusual master and slave pair. Humans, elves, dwarves, halflings, orcs, and many other races are traded as slaves here, but you do have the first collared half-dragon you've seen, combined with your own rather striking appearance. Of course, it doesn't take very long before people are giving you directions to the person seeking to buy half-dragons, Lady Thastra. You don't head there immediately though, continuing to mill about and take your time, for two reasons. The first is that you want to see if you can glean any more about Lady Thastra without being too obvious about trying to look into her, since you don't think it would be wise to make it look like you were more interested in her than the sale. You don't learn much... some people say she's a human, some a half-elf (she apparently always has her hair covering her ears), but everyone has the sense that it's a bad idea to cross her. No one can actually point out anything she's <i>done</i>, precisely, but everyone seems to know that people who insult her, deny her, or try to play games with her tend to have a hard time thereafter, or just leave and don't come back. She's made out more like some oracle of doom than a spiteful aristocrat.\n\nThe other is that you want to coach Vera on her new life story. You just think the sale would go better if everyone believes she's a 'natural' half dragon rather than having been one since two hours ago. To that end you concoct what you feel is a very thorough, believable background, helped out by details she provides, and which you telepathically coach her in, giving her orders to respond with details from the new life story or even invent new ones that fit in with it as necessary. After a sufficient amount of coaching, you think she can do the equivalent of using your bluff score rather than her own when asked about her life... which sort of amuses you. You wonder how many years will go by with her having this story in her head and responding aloud with it before she starts believing it instead of what really happened? And will she realize that's happening as it does...?\n\nAnyway, eventually you make your way to what people call the 'Castlesprawl'... the rich part of town, essentially, clean cobblestone streets of mansions of varying sizes, clustered around the tall, black stone castle where the local rulers apparently live. You approach one particularly impressive manor house (considering that it actually has a small front yard, unlike most of the rest), and before you can even lift your hand to knock the door is opening. A pretty elven girl wearing a rather modest maid's uniform, albeit white instead of the usual black, steps back and gestures you inside. "Please. Lady Thastra awaits you in the greenhouse. Please follow me."\n\nQuirking a brow, you nevertheless fall into step behind the elf, Vera at your heel. She shows you around to the back of the house, to the glass-enclosed area that takes up more area than most back yards you've seen, full of quasi-tropical plants and even trees. The maid shows you towards what seems to be a social area with an elegant white marble table and white wooden chairs, surrounded on two sides by high planters. Standing in front of one of these is what has to be Lady Thastra, her hair golden blonde and piled on her head (and arranged to cover her ears), an elaborate diamond and silver tiara helping hold it in place. Her eyes are brilliant green, her face pretty, although her smile does give her something of that dangerous air. Her body is shown off by a very tight dress made to resemble being made entirely of white lace, baring her shoulders, a fair amount of her full breasts, and her hips, a long white cape connecting at the tops of the sleeves and around the back of the dress.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/V1cCXiX.jpg>\n\n"Welcome to my home," she says evenly, her voice somehow both youthful and with a gravitas usually held by wise old matriarchs. "I am the Lady Thastra. As I understand you are new in town, allow me to make myself a bit more thoroughly known. I am the Duchess of Aimsfield and Eastdocks... meaning, I own and am granted exclusive title to a considerable acreage in a place outside the city, as well as a significant portion of the Chensport ship docks. And obviously, you are here because you've heard I will pay handsomely for half-dragons."\n\n"Very handsomely, I've heard, my lady," you reply with a smile and a short bow. You seem to have estimated the response properly, since while she doesn't laugh, her eyes dance a bit with amusement.\n\n"In truth, very, very handsomely. My reasons are... my own," she allows as she walks over and does a slow circle around Vera, eyeing her up and down. You're fairly certain you catch a glimpse of the duchess briefly running her teeth across her lower lip, the gesture seemingly one of arousal, before she stops back in front of you, though her eyes are still on Vera. "She seems to check out. No dressed-up kobold for certain. I'll pay you..."\n\nShe names a figure, and it takes all your considerable will and charisma to keep a pokerface. You may not know the exact worth of a gold coin in this world, but over your time in the city you've gotten a decent idea. Enough to know that what she's offering is more than most adventurers could spend trying to fund their lifestyle... no, that's 'settle down and do whatever the hell you want' money, or close enough. You snap out of it as she glances at Vera again, then sighs a little theatrically.\n\n"What a shame she's not a male though. I would have paid even more for a male."\n\n<hr>\n[[Oo! Oo! You have a male! You have a male!|GGTief]]\n\n[[You might know something about that.|GGTief2x6]]

"Enough to buy into the nobility," you muse aloud, starting to grin. And that was just with one half-dragon. You have three potential half-dragons waiting back in your room. With that amount of money, you could set yourself up with an 'above the law' sort of lifestyle. Hell, with that kind of money, you could go somewhere and <i>become</i> the law. You're starting to like this idea more and more.\n\n"Good news," you announce cheerfully, unable to help doing a bit of a Professor impression as you walk back into the room. "Soon the three of you will be leaving my tender care. You'll even be stronger and more cool for it! But for tonight, standard guard rotation," you chirp before flopping into the deeply comfortable bed and almost immediately falling asleep. You've gotten used to the three of them standing about... if they haven't broken free by now, you doubt tonight will be tonight, despite your intentionally foreboding announcement.\n\nIndeed, when you get up they're standing exactly where you'd expect. Ordering room service of a luxurious breakfast for yourself and oatmeal for the others, you look over the three as you eat, smirking some as your scrutiny clearly makes them gradually more nervous. Let's see... yes, you've just about decided everything, except for one thing. "Zara," you announce as you reach for your staff. "What sort of climate are you from?"\n\nThe redhead's eye twitches, but immediately she answers, "The mountain range of Markoor. To the north."\n\n"Ah, cold then. That works." Concentrating, you spend a few moments preparing so that you can cast the spell three times essentially at once, then thrust the staff out towards your captives.\n\nIn near-perfect unison they gasp and stagger, their bodies' involuntary reactions to the changes rushing through them apparently overcoming the fact that you haven't given them orders to move. Drake jerks and twitches as golden scales start covering his back and spreading around his sides and over his shoulders, down his arms, a set of long spines growing out from his vertebrae and pale golden skin growing in between them. The front of his thong steadily bulges more and more, even as the cloth stretches further from his hips gaining lean muscle, as does the rest of his body. Though he doesn't bulk up much, the shift over his growing scales is apparently enough to snap the waistband, and the thong goes trailing to the floor as his cock is revealed, his sack now seemingly made of soft golden leather, supple hide that goes up to his waist and forms a sheath around his now much longer and thicker cock, which has turned a dark pink color and gained some small, dull prongs around the edge of the head. His hands twitch and clench as gleaming golden claws push out of the tips of his fingers to replace his fingernails, his open mouth showing as his teeth lengthen and sharpen, face pushing out slightly into a short, squarish muzzle, his ears flattening against his head as his hair turns from blonde to actually golden color. His feet jerk, lifting him up onto the balls of them and balanced on his toes as they change shape, his boots tearing away as his claws push out and his legs alter shape somewhat to make standing that way natural for him.\n\nVera wraps her arms around herself, bending forward and shuddering as her entire body is gradually coated in small, delicate and interlocking silver scales so fine that she virtually seems cast from silver herself, like a living statue, albeit one whose shoulderblades twitch and bulge, as part of her back pushes outward to start growing into a pair of large, gleaming wings. Her hair turns the color of oiled gunmetal as she clenches her eyes closed, then snaps them open, showing that they've gone pale and slit-pupiled, her open mouth showing that even her teeth have taken on a chrome appearance, several of them sharpening into fangs. She jerks upright and twists back and forth, her breasts wobbling and shaking as they grow several sizes larger at least, her brown nipples now a gleaming white. Four fairly squat horns grow up from the top of her forehead, the bases joined by a ridge that effectively pushes her hair back as if it were a tiara, her body twitching and jerking as it becomes slightly more voluptuous, ass and hips gaining some slight padding beneath their new coating of gleaming silver scales.\n\nYou let Zara be the most extreme change, the amazon practically roaring as her head reshapes, becoming a full muzzle, her red hair turning pale, lusterlous white as she too gains a forehead ridge that just keeps growing backwards, even as a pair of horns pushes out from her forehead, the appearance making her somewhat resemble a triceratops, save with still vaguely human features around the pale white eyes and the reptilian mouth. Her already impressive muscles clench and grow somewhat as her skin is covered with snow white scales, black claws pushing out from her fingertips and toes, her panties snapping to show off the almost invisibly slit covered in scales between her legs as both a tail and wings push out from her back. She jerks and twitches, giving another low roar (though this time you've cast a privacy spell, don't want anyone in other rooms getting suspicious) as she hunches forward, her breasts growing as well, though getting rounder, stiffer, white nipples almost invisible against the ridged lines of her frontal scales (only kept so by the steel rings still piercing them), until her tits are almost like boulders, her tail lashing and back arching as she gains several inches of height. Her talons dig into the wood of the floor as her legs, too, take on a digigrade stance, and her broad shoulders roll as she extends her wings, giving a bestial growl as she flexes her fingers again. Her scars are still slightly-visible rents in the patterns of her scales... you figured they gave her character. She looks more like a humanoid dragon than a half-dragon... but then, you suppose they come in all types.\n\n"What... have you done to us?" Vera whimpers, with your mental permission.\n\n"All three of you are now half-dragons," you reply slowly, as if explaining things to a dull child. Really, isn't it obvious? "There's a buyer who's very, very interested in those. I don't suppose it matters that you've been made rather than born, since you'll be this way for the rest of your lives."\n\n"You changed what we are... to sell us?!"\n\n"That's right. Today, in fact. No reason to delay, I'm ready to go," you announce, standing up, then pausing briefly. Hm... \n\n<hr>\n[[Take all three.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Take just one.|GGTief2x5]]

The Witch is one of the oldest troll caster classes, so it makes sense to check it to see how things have changed. You select the class, and the troll's character model shifts, feathers appearing woven into her braids, the bikini top becoming a black cloth band edged in red stitches across her chest, and the bikini bottom becoming a beaded loincloth, with faintly-glowing green paint in runic designs now dotting along her arms. \n\nInstead of character creation, you're presented with a screen asking you to pick a trait. This must be one of the new content patches. You glance over them, mentally parsing the fluff description into what it must mean for an actual game effect.\n\n<center>Choose your character's trait.</center>\n\n[[Hexweaver|GGTWitch]] - Your Witch is particularly adept at crafting curses, hexes, and other rituals with massive and long-lasting effects. These spells can take elaborate preparations and exotic ingredients, but be potent beyond all others. (So, increased spell damage, longer casting time.)\n\n[[Wicked Witch|GGTWitch]] - You focus on the "classical" aspects of a witch... brewing potions, harassing townfolk, and luring victims into your lair for nefarious reasons! (Huh. Sounds like you get a player home or something that you can do extra things in.)\n\n[[Demonologist|GGTWitch]] - You truck with demons and have formed a particularly close bond with one demonic power in particular. Beware should you choose to cavort with powers too far beyond your own, however, lest you become the pet and the demon the master. (So you get your demon combat pet at the very start, but it has a chance to turn hostile and attack you on first summoning, something like that.)

"I might have a line on where I could get my hands on a few more half-dragons," you note, as if it were just a passing thought. "Including a male."\n\n"Oh?" Lady Thastra's attention turns fully back to you now. "Is that so?"\n\n"It might take me a little while. I'd have to get in touch with my sources, pay the capture teams, wait for them to arrange transport. Maybe... two weeks?" It kills you to think of waiting two weeks for all of that money, but it's better than seeming too eager. You very much do not want to play games with this woman, but better that than her already thinking she's won. You get the sense that's much more dangerous than even trying to play would be.\n\n"Mm. A few more?" The blonde woman looks thoughtfully at Vera... then back at you. "And at least one a male, you say."\n\n"Yeah."\n\n"Alright, then, Cyan, I will make you a deal. You have two weeks and one day. On that day, I want you to bring me these half-dragons, at least one of them a male. I will pay you price and a half of this one if you can bring me at least two females, and no matter what, three times the price for the male." Your head's already swimming at the thought of that money, before she continues. "And if you bring me at least three more, you may count me your friend and ally. I will even introduce you to the mayor... she's little more than the King and Princess's personal assistant, but she can turn those talents to helping you with your new wealth."\n\n"I see," you reply, probably overshooting neutral and winding up bland, but you think at this point that's about the best you can do. From the laughter in her eyes she knows you're excited, but doesn't mind at all.\n\n"There is one condition, though. To prove your intentions of good faith on coming through with this offer, I want you to give me this one on promise." Lady Thastra sashays back over, sliding two fingertips gently down one of Vera's silver breasts, the enslaved woman giving a soft 'mmf' as the duchess tweaks her nipple. "I'll pay you for her when you return, of course, and if you meet the bonus conditions, pay you the price quoted and half again, as with any other females. But if you fail, she becomes mine without giving you so much as a red copper, and thus we still part on good terms all the same." She turns towards you, quirking an eyebrow. "Deal?"\n\nThis, you don't like the sound of as much. But, you also get the feeling it might be bad for your health to refuse. You nod once. "Sounds like a deal."\n\n"Wonderful. The maid will have a contract for you to sign at the door. I will see you in two weeks and one day from today."\n\nNodding again, you look at Vera. "This woman is your owner now. You will obey her loyally and without question for the rest of your life." 'As long as it doesn't conflict with any of the orders I've given you,' you add mentally.\n\nThere's only the briefest shudder that passes through the gleaming woman's body, before her head slumps a little and she murmurs, "Yes, Mistress."\n\n"My my, that's quite the domination spell you've got on her." Lady Thastra's voice has almost turned into a purr now as she steps forward, now rather more shamelessly running her hands over Vera's gleaming body. "I can certainly work with it. Thank you, I'm looking forward to what you turn up even more now. But if you don't mind, could I bid you good day...?"\n\n"Of course. Lady," you add, bowing briefly before turning and walking out, grinning as you hear the sound of panties tearing and Vera gasping behind you.\n\nThe elf girl does indeed have a contract, and you spend a few minutes reading it over, politely ignoring the sounds of gasping and moaning coming from the back of the house. (You can smell rubber and leather... guess they've at least got modern strapon technology in this world.) Once you're sure it says just what Thastra and you agreed to, you sign your name and then head out, already carefully thinking out how to handle the next two weeks without giving away that you already have a pair of half-dragons waiting in your room to any potential spies.\n\nThe first thing is that you can't be seen out and about in the city too often... it has to be believable that you've gone somewhere to communicate with your agents and await delivery of the product. To this end, after the first day or two, you initially use spells like Invisibility if you feel the desire to get out of the Thoroughbred (whose staff are now fairly thoroughly under your control to the point that you're 99% certain they won't inform on you). That becomes inconvenient, so you quickly hit upon a much better idea... simply using shapeshifting to move about the city as someone else. You have plenty of spells that can alter your appearance as thoroughly as you might wish, and even one that lets you blend in with the crowds rather effortlessly. You soon even devise a sort of 'secret identity' for yourself, Hyacinth. The brilliance of your Hyacinth identity is that she's a slave... not a broken dirty one, but the kind wearing mostly decorative cuffs and collar, and nice clothes. You don't go too all-out... the slaves that dress like rich people are too few in number, too many people would be likely to ask you who your master is. But Hyacinth wears plain, tasteful collar and cuffs, and simple but nice dresses... slaves like that, who are basically menial employees with the technicality of not being paid but who are otherwise free to go about as they please, are a dime a dozen in Chensport.\n\nThen there's how to hide the fact that you already have a pair of half-dragons in your inn room. At first you take to using invisibility spells on them and ordering them to stand completely still in the corner while you're out, but that becomes tiresome, plus you're not entirely certain how well it would work if someone really did break in and start searching the room. Then you strike upon a much better idea. You don't know the spells yourself, but it's easy enough to craft the appearance of a passing-through wizard and visit a store that sells scrolls to pick up a pair of Reduce Person scrolls, and a pair of Flesh to Stone scrolls (and of course a pair of Stone to Flesh scrolls for later). And soon rather than a pair of surly, dominated half-dragons in your room, the headboard of your bed simply features a pair of halfling-sized half-dragon-esque gargoyles at either end.\n\nOne night as you sit in a tavern having a drink (no one thinks it odd when a slave of your level has a bit of money to spend on eating out, apparently it's relatively common for some owners to give their slaves some equivalent of allowance), you realize that about a week and a half has passed. Obviously you've been keeping an eye on the date, but it sinks in a bit more that your deadline is coming up... and that, if you want the bonus, you need one more half-dragon. Hm. Obviously it isn't exactly difficult for you to make one... basically all you really need is something to turn into one. You could technically turn a few dragon scales from the spell catalyst shop into a half-dragon if you wanted, but even with your 'cheat staff' as you've come to think of it, you're not entirely certain if you could make that permanent. No, a warm body of the same general size would be the best thing, if you want to actually get the bonus. ... Then again, you're kind of having fun taking it easy and laying low. Even without the bonus there'd be plenty of money to live in luxury forever, why push it? \n\n'Because you could always live in <i>more</i> luxury,' part of your brain whispers, the stripes you don't currently have itching a little. Which is... a point.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make another half-dragon.|GGTief2x7]]\n\n[[Skip it.|GGTief]]

You walk over to the dresser and pull the top drawer open, looking through the rather messy assortment of panties and panty-esque body decorations until you spot the small metal lockbox sitting almost dead center surrounded by a handful of orange g-strings. "Magical girls are <i>morons</i>," you mutter as you pick up the box and open it. There, stuck into a depression in velvet that was clearly meant to hold a bracelet of some kind, is an Egyptian style amulet in the shape of an eye. Some distinctly odd feelings run through you at the sight of it, things you don't really have proper words for... you decide to chalk them up to the fact that you're inhabiting a form that used to be a human as you pluck the amulet out of the box and close it again, returning it to its lewd silky nest and closing the drawer. Once more you elect to go out the window, bounding off into the night.\n\nOnce you've gotten some distance again, you settle on a rooftop and look over the amulet, turning it over in your hands and feeling the soft, familiar thrum of energy inside. When you were created, the two of you were of course "pure" youma... beings of dark/lewd energy coalesced into a physical form. Which, annoyingly enough, made it possible for you to be pushed into a form like your current one in some situations, and for the two of you to be sealed away inside physical objects. That sealing means that now, like you, your wife will need to become a 'possession youma'... someone who takes over a human body and devours or merges with the human soul inside to make the body their own.\n\nYou cross to the edge of the rooftop and begin surveying the pedestrians below, though foot traffic has gotten fairly light now that it's well into the late hours. All the better to pounce some unsuspecting soul, you muse as you look over the bodies. Let's see, no, that one looks too willful, don't want her to have a hard time controlling the body. That one looks too prideful, your <i>darling</i> wife definitely doesn't need any more of that. Eventually, though, you spot the perfect candidate... a mousy woman wearing dull clothes, trudging along the sidewalk with a world-weary tread an a rather dead look in her eyes. Obviously someone who's let their life turn into nothing but a trudge from home to work and back again, and continuing to keep their brain numbed in between. Practically a blank slate already, she's ideal!\n\nYou cross several rooftops, then drop down into an alley, settling yourself into the shadows near the entrance of it as you wait for your target to approach. She goes past the alleyway without so much as a glance, making it pathetically easy for you to spring forward and drag her inside with you... indeed, she seems so numbed by her worn-in dullness that it seems to take her a few seconds to even realize something other than the usual is happening! In that time you've yanked open the front of her blouse to bare her small, plain bra, and placed the amulet in the center of her chest.\n\nThe human cries out as a pillar of light bursts up around her, her clothes rustling in an intense breeze before they're ripped to shreds and disintegrate, baring her plain, unassuming body to the night air. You watch with interest and, you admit, not a little lust as the woman's body grows to a height to match your own, skin darkening as her tits expand, her ass and hips rounding out, dishwater blonde hair darkening to a deep, rich brown color as it takes on body and a bit of wild natural tousle. Her fingers spread as she stretches her arms down and behind her, even her fingers turning more elegant and beautiful as her nails grow and take on a golden luster, newly proud and full breasts jutting up in the air as her areola turn puffy and dark. She raises up on tiptoe as her legs become more curvaceous, and a feline tail pushes out from her lower back, flicking back and forth as matching ears rise up from amidst her hair. Garments consisting of little more than a white strong bikini with gold embroidery appear, (barely) covering the fronts of her breasts and her crotch, a few straps here and there on her limbs for decoration, as well as a pair of golden bracers and a collarbone-covering collar similar to your own wrapping around her neck and shoulders, her amulet resting in the middle of it.\n\nFinally the light fades and she settles back to her feet, slowly opening brilliant red eyes... then smirking at you. "Well well well, if it isn't my husband-wife," she purrs mockingly, tail swishing back and forth as her ears give a flick, raising her hands to make a kittenish motion with her curled fingers.\n\n<img src="images/Bastetta.jpg">\n\n"Hmf, and <i>still</i> better-endowed than you, Bastetta," you huff back, using your hands to lift your (slightly) larger breasts and giving your shoulders a shake.\n\n"Yes, yes, you're very hung up on size mattering, we know this." She rolls her eyes, and the two of you glower at each other for a moment before she glances around. "Where am I? I was... ... I was trapped in this, that's right," she murmurs, putting her fingertips to her amulet as she looks down at it. \n"It was dark and it was silent and it was dull, and then... ... then you came for me?" she adds, sounding caught between disbelief and wonder as she raises her head to look at you again, red eyes confused.\n\n"... Yes, well. We almost won against the Senshi last time, before we were separated, and separating led to that fate for <i>both</i> of us. So clearly it was a mistake to dissolve our partnership." You fold your arms under your breasts, ignoring how you wind up pushing them up and together as you glance aside, your own jackal ears giving a flick. "... Besides. You <i>are</i> my wife."\n\n"Thank you, Anubilis. Truly," Bastetta says softly, reaching out to touch your shoulder. "Most youma would never have given a defeated mate a second thought, beyond perhaps raping the senshi that did it and turning them into a replacement."\n\n"As much fun as that might have been, we're unfortunately a little outmatched at the moment," you note with a sigh.\n\nBastetta makes a face as she raises her hands, looking at the backs of them and wiggling her fingers. "Yes, these human-adapted bodies are underpowered and considerably weaker. At least, mine is... its soul was about the size of a grape and tasted like a not particularly flavorful grape, at that. I assume you're also not exactly in top shape, considering there are four tits and no cocks in this alleyway."\n\nYou make a face, but nod. "My mortal's soul was a bit stronger than yours, but to attain my full power I would have needed him to cooperate, and he refused. Right now in a head-on fight, I'm fairly certain the Senshi would trounce us soundly, even if they weren't at full strength."\n\n"So what's the plan, darling?" Bastetta quirks an eyebrow. "Since I assume you have one, or you wouldn't have even bothered bringing me back already."\n\nYou hesitate, realizing that... you actually didn't really have a plan for once you brought her back. You were actually just in a hurry to get her out of her prison and back with you again. ... Could you have actually missed your wife? No, don't be silly, surely it's just another lingering bit of the human soul you ate giving you strange passing fancies. In any event, you don't need a whole plan, just a general direction.\n\n<hr>\n[[Lay low.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[Seek out more help.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[Make minions.|Femnubis]]

Hm, hm hm hm. How to get her out of her apartment so that you'll have time to search? You look around you, skimming the other buildings for inspiration, including the street level shops for several blocks around. What could you use, what could you use, what could you... aha. There, about a mile away, is your saving grace. You get a few more details, then leap down to street level and slip into the building when no one's looking, creeping up a back stairwell until you get to the proper floor.\n\nYou peek out to make sure the floor is deserted, large jackal ears twitching a few times as you listen intently as well, then discern a good hiding spot near the door. You then stroll out, talking out loud (and fairly loudly) in that sort of slightly airy tone some women seem to reserve specifically for talking on their cellphones. "I'm telling you, Karen, you would not believe the sale that's going on at Sarah's Strapon Store! Buy two get one free, or buy six get six free, and for once it even includes the animal strapons! You should see how the Hiho Silver looks on me, it's <i>gorgeous</i>!" you add before ducking into the little alcove you'd sussed out earlier.\n\nSeveral seconds later the door to Sailor Venus's apartment is yanked open, the blonde veritably stumbling through still fastening on a skirt over her sleeping shirt. She goes hopping down the hall as she tries to yank on a pair of sneakers on the move, then starts repeatedly stabbing the elevator button, before quickly giving up and dashing to the stairs and throwing herself through the door, the sound of sneaker soles pounding down cement steps gradually receding. Smirking, you head over to the apartment door, realizing that she didn't even let it close entirely. Luck actually seems to be going your way for once, you think smugly as you close and lock the door, after a brief hesitation doing up the chain as well. (It won't do anything but give you a brief warning that Venus has returned when she does, really, but that warning might be all you need.) Quickly you take a look around, let's see, let's see, where would she hide the amulet?\n\nThere's the [[wardrobe|Femnubis]], that seems one likely spot for it. You also spot, interestingly enough, an actual [[safe|Femnubis]] sitting on the floor next to said wardrobe, a squat black thing with a bit of gold filagree for decoration. A little obvious, but then again if they're going through Sailor Venuses regularly maybe the others chipped in for it as a place to keep it without even bothering to tell the new ones the combination, you could see that. And then there's the [[dresser|Femnubis1x6]], the same place Sailor Mars kept your own amulet. ... Would they really be dumb enough to do the exact same thing, as well as keeping the amulets so close together?

You think the higher turnover but more consistent Senshi just seems the more likely one to entrust with your wife's soul prison. Now let's see, how to track her? Well, she probably lives in the same vicinity as the other one, so you head back in the direction of the apartment building you left, once more bounding through the skies, not giving your near-nudity or the jiggling of your tits and ass with your motions a second thought. Rather, as you get closer, you focus on erasing your presence, taking smaller leaps that just barely carry you from rooftop to rooftop, so as not to alert anyone sensitive to youma energies that you're here.\n\nArriving on a rooftop near the apartment building, you duck behind the stairwell access shed and then peek out, squinting to use your superior youma eyesight to start scanning over windows. Let's see, Sailor Mars's apartment is right there... looks like she's returned and gone to bed. You're vaguely tempted to try and attack her in her sleep, but you've rarely heard of that actually going well for a youma, especially if it was a magical girl with strong attack powers when transformed and even abilities when she's not, as little miss shrine maiden has. So let's see, other rooms on the same floor on the same side, no, a floor down, no, a floor up...\n\nThere she is! you think with excitement as you spot a pretty blonde form in a window... then almost wet yourself as you realize she's got binoculars to her face and has them pointed in your general direction. You've been spotted! ... Wait, have you? She's just standing there and... masturbating. Specifically all she's wearing is a long sleeping T-shirt, pulled up in front so that she can finger her pussy with one hand while holding the binoculars with the other. ... Much as Sailor Venus is likely to be a slut for the idea of being raped by a youma, you doubt just the sight of you has stirred her to such actions. You glance behind you, following the general direction the binoculars are pointed in, and quickly spot another apartment building, one that's also home to Worldland employees, to judge by Venus's likely voyeuristic target, a woman with short, rakish black hair, wearing librarian glasses and a particularly large strapon, who's using a leather flail on the ass of the ponytailed blonde she's fucking after having tied her to the bed and ballgagged her.\n\n"Pervert," you mutter in Venus's direction as you look back at her. In any event, you've found her and where she lives... there's a decent chance your wife's amulet is right up there in her room. (Pretty arrogant if so, keeping them in the same building and a mere floor up and three doors over. ... It does make you feel a little strange to think she was that close the entire time, if so.) Now the question is, how to get in and search for it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Distract her.|Femnubis1x5]]\n\n[[Seduce her.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[Defeat her.|Femnubis]]

You make a bit of a face at the thought, but the more you turn it over in your head, the more you're drawn back inevitably to one conclusion. You know exactly who you need to help you conquer the Sailor Senshi, because the last time you tried you almost succeeded until you lost their support due to an argument.\n\nYou need your wife.\n\nWell, "wife" in a certain sense, in that she was a female youma who was created at roughly the same time you were and using the same myth-type aesthetic guide, and that the two of you first hunted together and thus forged a bond. But both of you being rather strong-willed and with very intense opinions about who should be on top in the relationship, it inevitably led to disagreements. (It's not like you could just go to couples counseling like a pair of humans.) After one of those disagreements in your campaign against the Senshi (which was actually going fairly well), the two of you parted ways... which led to both of you winding up trapped and sealed inside amulets. First her, and then you, and it never would have happened if you'd just been able to...\n\n... In any event. Necessity is a mother, and you're certainly willing to give it another try. At the very least if you can free her, the Senshi will have two powerful youma to deal with instead of just one, even if the two of you wind up not working together properly. So it's just a question of finding which Senshi is guarding her amulet and snatching it back.\n\nLet's see, Sailor Mercury? The smart one, likely to take intelligent precautions in guarding the amulet... but also no real offensive attacks to speak of, she'd have little chance of fending off an attack if someone did come for the amulet or your wife got out of it somehow, so she seems unlikely. Similarly you doubt they gave it to Sailor Moon herself... too much risk for their beloved princess to be the one guarding sealed youma herself. That leaves Venus and Jupiter.\n\nJupiter is the one with the strongest attacks and a fairly diligent attitude, so she seems exactly the sort to be entrusted with guarding a sealed youma. Venus, on the other hand, is a bit of a ditz and to your understanding the Senshi cycle through them on a fairly regular basis... as the sluttiest of the Sailor Senshi, who are already given ramped-up sex drives as part of their Worldland creation, she's the one most likely to get taken out by a lewd youma and need to be replaced.\n\n... Hm. On the other hand that might be exactly why they'd give it to her, and not Jupiter. Jupiter's so obvious that it would be clear to anyone seeking the amulet that she'd probably have it... plus she's harder to replace when she does get taken out, meaning that in between Sailor Jupiters the Senshi would have to turn the amulet over to someone else anyway. Sailor Venus, on the other hand, can be replaced virtually at-will, meaning the others would only need to tell the new one to guard the amulet without even needing to move it from wherever it's stored.\n\nGoing after the amulet risks either one noticing it's gone and alerting the others, not to mention the actual risk to yourself. So you doubt that you'll have a chance to try again if you get it wrong, you'd better hope you get the right guardian the first time.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sailor Venus.|Femnubis1x4]]\n\n[[Sailor Jupiter.|Femnubis]]

Basic math says that even if you're twice as powerful as a single Senshi right now, there are still five of them, and like ninjas they tend to get more powerful the fewer of them there are to face the bad guy and the more desperate the situation gets. So you definitely need some form of force multiplier if you're going to take them on, hopefully before they even know you're here to take on. That means someone, or someones, to help you. Ideally, as a youma ruling the world, you'd have an entire hierarchy of subjects to obey and implement your whims, but a kingdom isn't made overnight. If you want to be a king (yes you want to be king, once you have your dick back) of the world, you're going to have to start somewhere. And that means...\n\n<hr>\n[[... minions.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[... a captain of the guard.|Femnubis2x1]]\n\n[[... a queen.|Femnubis1x3]]

No, you just don't have the raw power to go toe-to-toe with the Senshi right now. This is going to require some preparation, some consideration, and maybe some consolidation. And... other -ation words, maybe. You need stuff. Yeah.\n\nConsidering for a few moments, you pick up the box your seal amulet (now set on the front of your collar) was in and close it, latching it back and replacing it in the drawer, doing your best to settle everything as it was before closing it. Then you open the window and swing out, your voluptuous body still superhumanly nimble as you settle onto a thin brick ledge using just your toes and do your best to get the window fully closed again. Then you brace yourself before leaping up, grasping the edge of the rooftop, then turning and bounding into the night, quickly acclimating to your tits bouncing and jiggling with your leaps. \n\nOnly when you've arrived in a portion of the city well away from Worldland do you stop, huffing as you rest your hands on your curvy, bare hips, ears giving a flick. Alright, so you've gotten some distance from the Senshi, who will hopefully just assume that the mortal you consumed ran out on her. ... Damn you should have stolen a few obvious things from the apartment before leaving. Oh well, too late now. Hopefully she won't even think to check on your amulet for some time, so you should have awhile to work on bettering your position without Senshi interference. At least, until you actually start taking action, which you'll have to do eventually.\n\nThe question is, how best to start? Any idiot youma can set up a scheme just to pounce humans and drain them of their energy, and such youma typically wind up blasted into nothing by magical girls within a week. Were you so weak and stupid, the Senshi wouldn't have needed to seal you and keep you under guard in the first place! No, you're not going out like that. What you need is...\n\n<hr>\n[[... help.|Femnubis1x2]]\n\n[[... items of power.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[... a base of operations.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[... an actually clever plan to drain energy from humans.|Femnubis]]

"Y-yeah, we've got to... control ourselves," you murmur, giving your head a hard shake as you try to focus.\n\n"Mm-hmmm," Yuli grunts, obviously not daring to speak as she bites her lower lip and rubs her thighs together.\n\n"Let's get out of here, we..." You turn towards where Orlin fell, and wince a little at the fact that some of his gear seems to be the only thing left. Apparently being dead when the magic goes off means you don't get protection as a party member. That at least helps to cool your ardor a little as you gather up his things. "We don't want to be around when the Gobberlins that lived overcome their new fear of fire.'\n\n"Y-yes. Yes, let's... let's go." Aerienne says quietly, obviously torn between her desire to adjust the cock she's now sporting so that it's not so obvious, and the fact that touching it only stimulates her further.\n\nThe lot of you do your best to retrace your steps and get out of the cave system quickly, although there's a lot of awkward walking and making of little sexy noises on everyone's parts as they accidentally stimulate themselves... which only stimulates everyone further. It gets harder and harder to keep your head, and several times you have to resort to decidedly unsexy stuff like pinching yourself on the nose to help you keep your head. But eventually you all emerge back into the daylight, your horses still waiting where you tied them up.\n\n"If... if we can make it to sunrise without giving in, the effect should pass," Aerienne explains, though she adds a murmur of 'For the most part' that you decide not to press her on. "So perhaps we should head for that nearby town and purchase rooms at the inn. ... Separate rooms."\n\n"D-dunno if going to town's such a great idea," Yuli almost whimpers, rubbing her thighs together again before she moves over to her pony. "There's, y'know... people there. And stuff. Maybe let's just camp out, by like a stream... a really <i>cold</i> stream," she adds in a mutter.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to town.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Camp out.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Just give in now that you're safe.|GGMonk]]

Your mother goes silent, mouth pressing into a serious line. After a moment she glances over. "So how long have you suspected?"\n\n"... Wha?" You blink at her.\n\n"... Ffffuck I just fell for one of the oldest tricks in the book and you weren't even trying to do it." She thumps her forehead against the steering wheel quickly, shaking her head as she puts her eyes back on the road. "But yes, the truth is, Cyan, I'm a spy."\n\n"C'moooon, you're joking," you say with a chuckle. At a glance from her, still utterly serious, your grin falters some. "You're... not joking?"\n\n"I work for an off-the-books multinational agency called the Semiglobal Law & Order Operative Team," your mother says, her unhesitating words and constantly near-grim tone giving you less hope by the second that she's going to say 'Sike!'. "My position at the agency is partly a cover, partly because art actually is my passion. In truth a lot of my time is spent seeking out unique threats that 'proper' military teams aren't really equipped to handle, and that the governments that oversee our operation don't want people to know about. Things that would cause panic on the streets and global unrest if they knew were actually possible."\n\n"... Okay, okay wait," you say, waving your hands a little. "Even if I believe all this... and gotta be honest, I'm still struggling... why the heck are you telling me now? Why the sudden revelation?" You pause, then narrow your eyes, tone turning suspicious. "And why is it while we're in the car going somewhere to meet someone?"\n\nYour mother chuckles wryly. "It sounds like you're already putting two and two together, which I expected of you. That's right, Cyan... my agency wants to recruit you."\n\n"Whoa whoa whoa!" You wave your hands again, more emphatically this time. "Are you kidding?! I mean, this isn't The Last Starfighter here, my skill at videogames doesn't translate to the real world!"\n\n"With the assistance of the agency's technology, it actually can," she replies with a glance, stunning you. "We have muscle and reflex assist technology, heads-up displays that feed you the information you need, even gels that can heal you and give you more energy. Besides your youth, intelligence, and genetic potential, your skills in gaming will help you a lot."\n\n"I... I'm still struggling with this," you mutter, putting your hands to your head. "I mean, everything else aside, what if I don't <i>want</i> to be a spy?" \n\n"Well I certainly hope that you'd agree, because this could be very vital for the safety of a lot of people," your mother says slowly. "But it is, at the end of the day, your decision. So if you say no, I'll respect that. But I'd hope that you'd at least agree to come to the facility and hear out my handler."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to go.|GGSpy1x1]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGSpy1ax1]]

This all just seems way too weird... you not only want no part of this, you don't want to be here when it goes down. You're not sure what your plans are beyond 'GTFO', but you prepare to GTFO, sliding yourself through the tarp's opening and slowly making your way towards one of the exits, keeping low.\n\nUnfortunately one of your neighbors, some hacker kid with an obviously fake name, left the piece of rebar he uses to play at sword training laying out propped up against a cinderblock. As you're going by your shin bumps it and sends it clattering loudly to the ground, every head nearby... including that of the strange woman and her two bodyguards... whipping over to look at you standing there looking somewhere between shocked and annoyed.\n\n"That's one of the ones I absolutely have to have!" the woman snaps, her demeanor suddenly changing from pleasant and personable to cool and commanding in a second, eyes narrowing as she points a gold-nailed finger at you. "Don't let him get away, capture him! And the rest too, don't let any of them escape!"\n\n'What, seriously?!' you think, stunned into just a second of further unmoving by those words... and in that second both of her bodyguards bulge and twist inside their loose clothes, which rapidly become tight as both men almost instantly gain height and muscle, their skin covered over with bright green and red scales, heads pushing out into squarish muzzles bristling with teeth and eyes angling into slits, tails bursting through the seat of their pants, the rest of their clothes shredding and leaving them in nothing but makeshift loincloths as a result of the rapid growth and their sudden movement as they launch into motion, one turning to grab for the screaming teens nearby, the other hurling himself through the air after you.\n\nOkay, freaky lizardmen coming after you are definitely enough to get you moving. You turn and run, the monkey-prey part of your brain taking off whatever civilized limiters you've unconsciously imposed on yourself up to this point in your life and having you bolt madly and faster than you ever have before. You can hear the lizardman coming after you give a shriek amidst several crashes and even the sound of concrete being smashed... he's apparently not being too careful about any obstacles in his way, but a hurried glance back shows he's not being slowed down much by one, a small cloud of gravel and concrete dust sent into the air as his shoulder wings one of the support columns. What the fuck are these things?!\n\nLuckily, even in your near panic, you were smarter than to try for the elevator or even the stairs. Instead you actually make it to one of the windows and shove it open before the thing catches up to you. You let out a yelp of terror as you feel a massive, clawed hand wrap around your lower leg and yank you back, twisting you around with the motion so that you thud onto your back and are left looking up at the massive, reptilian humanoid looming above you, its mouth open and slimy drool dripping over its scaly maw as it hisses.\n\n<hr>\n[["What the fuck are you?!"|Palladium]]\n\n[["Aaaaa! No, no, nooooo!"|Palladium]]\n\n[["... HYA!"|Palladium5x3]]

Half on instinct, half out of sheer malice towards the looming nightmare above you, you fling your leg in a straight-out kick, slamming the sole of your foot directly towards the front of the ragged loincloth made of the remnants of the creature's pants. Honestly you're mostly expecting a thud and for the thing to laugh at you or whatever it does, due to having everything retracted into a slit like you're pretty sure lizards do. Instead you feel a soft, yielding impact through the sole of your shoe, and the reptilian humanoid's narrow eyes bulge almost comically, it's threatening hiss turning into a choked whimper as its tail turns into a straight, rigid line behind it. Its legs bend, knees facing towards each other as it sags to them on the floor, its hands dropping to its sides.\n\n"Lizardman's got <i>nards</i>," you breathe in amazement, before overcoming it and turning to scramble over the ledge and out the window.\n\nDirectly below this window is a particularly wide ledge that allows you to drop down onto it before scuttling forward to a pipe that leads down the side of the building. Whoever put it in went overboard with the bands to keep it up against the building's side, making it almost as good as a ladder for climbing in and out of the warehouse. (You have to wonder if some construction worker set this up deliberately so that future warehouse workers could skip out without their boss seeing.) As you're dropping the last few feet to the ground, you look up to see the gold-clad woman poking her head out of the window and looking back and forth. She spots you, then draws back inside, and you can hear her shouting indistinctly... followed by a lot more lizardman shrieks. They're still after you!\n\nYou run down the alley and down the largely deserted street, your lungs already laboring. You have to get away, you have to hide! Or, failing that, you have to find someone who can actually protect you from seven foot humanoid lizards (who still have nards). Whatever you do, you've gotta do it soon, because it sounds like that weirdo with the huge tits doesn't much care about subtlety since you're such an important... subject?! Why the hell are you an important subject, anyway?! Wait, don't get distracted, you've gotta focus on the issue ahead of you!\n\nOkay, hiding, hiding, you've thought about having to hide before, where would you hide from these things? Okay, there's a big [[church|Palladium]] or cathedral or whatever they call it about a block over, you could probably make it there, you know that at night it functions as a shelter for homeless people, maybe you could hide there among the others and they wouldn't find you... alternatively, you could hide in the connected [[graveyard|Palladium]], maybe all the old smells and stuff would keep them from tracking you. On that note, there's the more risky and extreme option of the [[sewers|Palladium]]... you've heard they're huge and go on for insane distances, among all sorts of other rumors about them. Pretty scary, but it's a very abstract sort of scary as opposed to a massive amount of scales and claws and teeth baring down on you.\n\nAlternatively you could try to find a [[hero|Palladium]] to help you... you know they exist in Palladium City, it's just a matter of tracking one down and actually getting them to help you. Or... well, there's the opposite side of the fence, a [[villain|Palladium]]... from what you've gathered, Palladium City's villains don't get along very well, if this freak who wants you is one (as seems likely), another might protect you just to thwart her. Or at least, if they want something in return, it'll probably be a straightforward demand, as opposed to whatever noble, well-intentioned authority the hero might exert to force you to, in their eyes, straighten out your life. ... On the other hand the hero is significantly less likely to kill or torture you than the villain, so there's that to weigh in.\n\n

"Thanks for asking, Kelly, but I'll prolly just crash tonight," you reply, leaning back on your hands. "I've been running around all day tryna find a few odd jobs to do, I'm pretty tired."\n\n"Alright, hopefully I'll be able to bring stuff back for most everybody. But hey, be careful too, alright?" Kelly frowns a little. "I've noticed more empty spots lately... I'm not sure if they're getting picked up or just moving on or what, but some kids are just kind of disappearing. Could be nothing... could be dangerous. So take care of yourself," she adds, before turning and heading on, likely to invite and/or warn one of the others.\n\nYou frown a little. Huh, disappearing street kids? ... Well, not exactly a big surprise. Likely as Kelly said they're probably getting picked up by the authorities and sent to juvie or dragged home, or are just moving on, either returning home of their own volition or just finding somewhere else to be. You try to put it out of your mind, curling up in the meager assemblage of towels and old blankets you call a bed to grab a nap before heading out later in the night, hoping to find restaurants tossing out still edible remnants of meals.\n\nWhen you awaken, however, it's to the sound of a woman's voice speaking, raised in that speechgiving way so that it carries and captures attention. "-safe, I assure you! Yes, the techniques you'd be helping me test would be experimental, but that doesn't automatically mean dangerous!" Blinking, you crawl to the edge of your roped-off area and move one of the tarps you used just enough to peek out.\n\nStanding in an open area in the general vicinity of the center of the floor is a woman that... well she definitely doesn't look like she belongs here! She has long, dark black hair, and absolutely huge tits covered in what looks like gold latex, the top also sheathing her arms and coming over the backs of her hands to connect to her middle finger. The only other things she's wearing are a long, high-strapped loincloth and a pair of thigh-high boots made out of the same stuff, showing off a toned, tall body, her hands resting on her hips. "For the period you work as testers, you'll be provided with clean, comfortable living spaces, regular meals of delicious food, and fresh clothing! You can stay as long as you want and leave when you like! If you're interested, please just approach and form a general line right here," she continues, gesturing to an area near one of the... are they bodyguards? They're two guys who have obviously tried to dress down to appear nonthreatening to kids, wearing loose long-sleeved shirts and slacks, but they're still wearing sunglasses at night and just have that look that says they were probably born wearing a black suit with an earpiece already giving them an udpate on potential trouble areas.\n\nHuh. Is this where kids have been disappearing to? It does look like some are already starting to step forward, shuffling uncertainly towards the place the woman indicated, but a lot of them are still hanging back and eyeing her dubiously. If what she said is true it doesn't exactly sound like a bad deal... they're just hanging out in some lab trying out new, what, makeup? Medication? On the other hand, Kelly's worried face when she was talking about the disappearances comes back to mind, and something is definitely weird about a huge-boobed woman in gold latex offering people food and shelter in return for being guinea pigs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Volunteer.|Palladium6x1]]\n\n[[Keep quiet.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Sneak off.|Palladium5x2]]\n\n[[Speak up.|Palladium]]

Sourly, you turn away from her and head for your room... only to pause at a quiet "Hey" and the sudden feel of her arms wrapping around you from behind. You're extra shocked as Elaine leans her head on yours.\n\n"I'm sorry, okay?" she says quietly. "I know dealing with this weird family's crap isn't always easy, I shouldn't have teased you."\n\n"... It's okay," you say after a moment, letting out a huff and leaning back against her some. "I'll deal with it. At least no one at school will know anything's different."\n\n"Well if anyone does give you any grief you just tell me, alright?" She brings a hand up to ruffle your hair. "Throwing bullies across rooms is what big sisters are for."\n\nThat does make you feel a little better, and you manage to give her a bit of a smile before heading into your room and flopping on the bed, quickly passing out.\n\nYou spend the next few days adapting to your new situation, which... isn't all that different, at least so far. Your vision's changed a bit and your body's a bit different, but overall once you get past the whole 'toilet use' hurdle you start feeling back to normal. On Friday your parents decide you're obviously ready to attend school again, and you agree... at least once you get back to your room. "HEY! Where's my uniform?!"\n\n"I hung it up on your closet door, dear!" Hazel calls back.\n\n"No, that's this thing!" you answer, walking into the room holding a hangar with a girl's blouse and a red plaid skirt. "This is a girl's uniform!"\n\n"Eric<i>a</i>, dear, for the time being you are a girl," Hazel replies patiently. "This is a somewhat traditional school and they are rather insistent about girls wearing the girl's uniform."\n\n"But-!"\n\n"Furthermore, I think this will do you a bit of good," she adds, ever more in that Mother Knows Best tone. "Boys should learn about the challenges of feminine clothing at some point in their lives, it will make you more appreciative of any women in your life once you change back. I also laid out the rest of your uniform on the bed, so go get dressed."\n\nYou stare at her for a moment, then look at Sir Rupert... only to find that the knight and superhero is hiding from his wife behind a newspaper. Hanging your head in defeat, you return to your room and strip down, then examine the items on the bed... a plain white bra, simple white cotton panties, and black thigh-high stockings. Muttering all the while, you struggle a bit with the bra but manage to get it on and in place, still requiring a bit of finagling to get it something like comfortable. You decide to move on to the stockings next, since somehow the panties seem like a bit of finality, and sit down to slip them over your toes and pull them up, sheathing your legs, and then messing with running your hands up them to get them in place. Do girls have to do this every day?! ... No, they're probably better at it because they have more practice, you think as you step into the panties finally and pull them up, tugging them into place and blushing as you feel them sit snug against your butt and your pussy, the waistband stopping just under the base of your tail.\n\nYou spend a bit fussing with trying to put the skirt on and tuck the blouse into it before you realize it's really meant to work the other way around, putting on the blouse and putting on the skirt over it. You finally step into the pair of saddle shoes waiting by the mirror, and take a look at yourself while you're brushing out your thick, soft black hair. "Dammit, why do I have to be so cute?" you grumble, hoping you don't have to deal with the awkwardness of getting hit on.\n\nYou wind up being driven to school by Elaine today, her snazzy little BMW zipping through the streets probably a little too fast. (Man you hope you get a nice car soon too, you definitely think you deserve it after all this bullshit.) As the school building comes into sight, she glances over at you. "Are you sure you're ready for this, little sister?" her voice is half teasing, half serious. "If you'd like to play hooky, I can take the heat for it. We can go have fun instead."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Decline.|RunFF6x6]]

Yeah, better to just keep going. Although you're now starting to form up a better idea of a destination.\n\nSeeing your dad's car with your bag in the back reminded you... you're sixteen now, and basically one driver's test away from your license. You've been sort of lazy about going to do it... living in a part of Deviville where everything's within walking distance has made footing it more attractive than going to the DMV, although that's not all there is to it. The other reason you haven't is that you sort of realized there was no point... your parents are almost always gone all day, taking both of the cars with them. You could drive one after they got home, but you'd have to go through asking them, and there's not that many places you'd particularly want to go at night that you'd need to drive to anyway.\n\nBut that would all change if you had a car of your own! You could go... places! During the day! Hm. ... With your friends! Okay yes there we go that's the kicker, you could pick up your friends and drive them around if you had your own car. That's the reason, it's not just that you really want your own car. The barrier to this totally practical and pragmatic dream of car ownership being, of course, that you don't have a job, or all that much money saved up. \n\nYou've got an in, though, and you'll just have to see what you can do with it. With your mind made up, you make your way to LaChance Classy Autos.\n\nYup, that's your last name on that car lot. Not that it counts for that much, it's not like your uncle owns a series of sprawling manufacturer-branded dealerships the size of multiple city blocks. Still, it's also not one of those chintzy little corner used car lots with a ragged banner reading 'No Credit? No Problem!' either. More somewhere in between. In other words, Uncle Duncan gives nice Christmas gifts but doesn't make the entire family line rich. You make your way onto the lot, gazing covetously at various cars you pass, occasionally giving a wave to the passingly familiar sales reps as you make your way to the main building, passing through the smallish showroom floor and rapping on the doorframe of your uncle's office. "Hey hey!"\n\n"Hm? Oh, Cyan, hello." Your uncle smiles as he raises his head to look at you, slipping off his reading glasses. Though he's two years and change younger than your father, they've been mistaken for twins plenty of times due to the strong resemblance. You've been around both all your life so obviously you can pick out the subtle differences, besides your uncle's different hairstyle. (They both keep it in the neighborhood of 'professional adult male' but there's a range there all the same.) "Come on in and close the door, what's up?"\n\nPulling the door closed after you, you make your way over to one of the chairs in front of his desk and flop down, shrugging out of your bag's strap as you do to set it aside. "Oh, just making myself scarce. Y'know, for reasons." The both of you share a wry grin over that, before you continue, "So, I thought I'd come see you!"\n\n"Aaaaand?" he prompts, raising his eyebrows.\n\nYou put a half-serious wounded look on your face, placing a hand to your chest. "What, you don't think I'd just come to see you 'cause I love you?"\n\n"If you were sufficiently bored. But somehow I'm guessing this visit has more to do with the fact that you've been sixteen for a few months now, and you'd like to turn your two car family into a three car one," he says drolly, chuckling a bit and shaking his head.\n\n"Oh, fine." You let out a little huff, shrugging and grinning back. "Yeah, I mean, it's rough y'know? It's summer, I'm sixteen, but I'm still walking everywhere! So yes, I admit, I came to my uncle, who owns this lovely car lot <i>full</i> of cars, to see if maybe, oh MAYBE, there is one for his sweet and adorable niece?" you continue, clasping your hands to the side of one cheek and batting your eyelids.\n\n"Theater arts is really paying off for you." Your uncle snorts, then shakes his head a bit ruefully. "Cyan, I can't <i>give</i> you a car, I'm sorry. I know to a teenager it probably looks like I've got so many I could give away a dozen on a whim, but every single car on this lot represents an investment of money and time for the dealership, not even necessarily me in particular."\n\nSighing, you shrug and flop back in the chair. "No, I get it. I mean I already figured it was a longshot, just that I needed to start somewhere, I guess."\n\n"Well... thinking about it, I guess there is one vehicle on the lot that I could give away, but your parents might actually murder me if I gave it to you," he mutters under his breath, actually wincing visibly. Then he clears his throat and continues, "Tell you what, there's always work to be done around here that the sales reps think they're too good for, I could hire you on for the summer, let you earn some money towards a car. By the end of the summer we'll see what you've got and how short you are after both the employee discount and the best deal I can give family, and if you're a bit short maybe you can ask your parents to kick in a bit."\n\nWhile you're still turning over your desire for your own car versus your desire to not spend your entire summer washing cars and sweeping floors, your uncle looks thoughtful, looking at you appraisingly as he taps a finger against the desktop. "Of course, if you're really dead set on driving off the lot today... despite your lack of a license... I suppose we could come to <i>some</i> sort of arrangement. But you probably just ought to take the job, I think that'd be better for you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hey, you heard "free car" in there somewhere!|GGUncle]]\n\n[[The job does sound like it'd be best.|GGUncle]]\n\n[[Wait, what kind of arrangement?|GGUncle]]

"Hey, I'm sorry," you say genially, holding up your hands. "Maybe I misunderstood the situation. Are you guys not the sort that go around looking for interesting things to do that result in a payday at the end?"\n\nGlances are exchanged around the table. Then the dwarf shrugs. "Aye, s'pose that's about right."\n\n"Then maybe I misunderstood what each of you's about. Which one of you knows how to sneak by enemies without getting caught?" At silence and some slightly embarrassed shifting from the others, you glance around, raising your eyebrows. "Disarming traps? No? Picking ancient locks that have been rusted up for centuries? Nobody?"\n\n"She does make a good point," the woman in the cloak says, finally speaking up. She raises her head enough to let you see that her face is pretty, brown skin surrounding solid white eyes. "Our last few missions might have gone a bit smoother had we someone of her specialty along with us."\n\n"It's her specialty that makes me nervous," the dwarf grumbles.\n\n"Can you keep your hands out of our moneypouches if we let you come along?" the fighter asks, outright eyeing you dubiously.\n\n"Ouch, dude." You grin at his blank look, and shrug. "Yeah, I'll deal with you as fair as you deal with me."\n\nHe actually grins at that, teeth as white as a wolf's amidst his suntanned skin and mane of thick dark hair. "Now that, I can respect."\n\n"Still, mayhaps we should puts these 'skills' to the test," the wizard says, stroking his beard a few more times, then reaching inside his robes. He draws it back out holding something that clinks together lightly, and sets a black iron pocket puzzle in front of you, the sort with several different shapes locked together. "I found this in the last cavern. My research indicates it was a Drow training device, for sufficiently skilled members of... certain professions. If she can solve this puzzle, I will not only remove all objections, but I will <i>insist</i> that she join us at once."\n\n"High praise," the woman says quietly, looking at you expectantly. "Do you feel up to the task?"\n\nYou pick up the puzzle and eye it thoughtfully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to make it look easy.|GGRogue2x1]]\n\n[[Rely on your body's skill.|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[[Pay close attention.|GGRogue1x4]]

Being that you don't have anywhere else to be or go, you agree to stay in Harry's room for awhile. By day you either sit around on the beanbags getting high, or you wander around the park, getting to know the place and finding ways to help out. Harry provides you with food (park fair, apparently mascots get it for free), and even though it should probably be fattening, the marathon fuck sessions the two of you engage in burn a lot of calories.\n\nSo you spend your days as a helpful outsider at the park, and your nights getting pounded up the ass by Harry or sucking his fat felt prick. You just learn to accept the fact that he's either really dedicated to staying in that suit or he's some sort of magically real mascot creature... and hey, it totally turns your crank now, you wouldn't have it any other way.\n\nBy the time you become an adult, most of the people in the park know you, so it's not difficult for you to get a job as a security guard... you know Worldland's in and outs better than almost anyone by now, after all, you've been wandering around in it for years. Since you don't have to spend the money on rent, you have plenty to outfit Harry's room with the necessities... TV, computer, and enough sex toys to take your love life from fantastic to mind-blowing.\n\nNot exactly where you thought you'd end up in life, effectively married to a radical dude horse mascot, but you're pretty happy with it.\n\n<b>Worldland Mascot</b> end - <i>Harold's boyfriend</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's go back to first arriving in Harold's room.|HaroldHorse1x1]]\n\n[[Let's go back to choosing a mascot to talk to.|WLMascotsStart]]\n\n[[Let's go back to the very start.|CharGenMain]]

"Actually, I was just thinking that this'd be a good time for you to have a turn." You scoot to the side and gesture. "C'mon and lay down on the bed."\n\n"What?" She looks fairly shocked now, drawing back a little. "Er... but..."\n\n"C'mon, all you have to do this time is lay back and be a pillow princess for awhile. Seems to me that's not too hard a thing to do, considering."\n\nYou can see her waffle for about a second more before she gets up and climbs onto the bed, moving on all fours with her tits jiggling under her and her ass waving in the air before she turns and settles onto her back. Climbing after her, you move in above her, leaning in close to her face and enjoying her look of shock as it seems for a moment you might be about to kiss her, before you move down and kiss one of her nipples instead. You roll your tongue around it, then suck it into your mouth briefly, listening to her try not to make any noise in reaction. This is its own variety of power trip, too... making her feel good, even making her get off, even though you blackmailed her into this position and she doesn't even like girls.\n\nBut she definitely likes having her tits played with, and as you gently stroke at them and squeeze them with your hands, and use your mouth to lick and gently teeth at her nipples, she starts squirming, and making more and more of those just-barely-not-a-sounds. You make sure to occasionally work your shoulders around to rub your own tits against her belly, just so she can't forget who it is getting her all worked up. Then finally you slide down further, shifting onto your knees on the bed (nice she has such a big one, eh?), flicking your tongue into her bellybutton and causing her to make what you have to admit is a pretty cute squeak noise. And then you're between her legs, hooking your hands over her thighs as you drag your tongue up her slit, and watching her press a hand briefly over her mouth to stifle a gasp.\n\nSmirking, you get to work rolling your tongue, flicking it inside of her and stroking it against her inner walls. You might not have much enthusiasm for eating pussy on its own, but you have all the enthusiasm in the world for watching Karen try to resist the pleasure of being eaten out by a girl she hates. But she can't really hide the way her pussy gets progressively wetter as you lick her, especially once you start teasing her clit with your tongue, that making her hips give little jolts every so often. She bites down on her lower lip and clenches fistfuls of the comforter as you eat her out. "Ffffffuck," she murmurs through her teeth as she closes her eyes and twists her head, hips rising towards your mouth and her cute ass lifting off the bed.\n\nYou consider asking if your dad ever ate her out so good, but you've actually got a sort of enjoyable mood going here and you don't want to crash it. Instead you work your tongue around inside her a bit faster, bringing her little noises and writhing to a head, then suddenly give her clit a light nip with your teeth. That's enough to make her give a little cry and jerk her hips, actually giving a slight squirt against your face. Then she slumps on the bed, panting, her slightly glistening breasts heaving, her eyes glazed as she apparently tries to come to grips with what just happened.\n\nWhile she's doing that, you decide to get up and head into the bathroom, cleaning up a bit. When you come out, it looks like Karen's calmed down a little but she's still laying naked in bed, her head turning to watch you as you start pulling on your clothes. "Hm, I'd kinda like to do more, but like I said, don't want your parents walking in on us. So, when's a good time for you to keep making good on your debt, huh?" you ask, leaning forward and bracing your hands on the bed as you smirk down at her.\n\n"... Um..." She squirms, seeming torn between glaring at you and blushing. "... They're going out of town this weekend, sometime in the early afternoon," she admits after a few moments. "And they won't be back until Monday."\n\n"Oo, a whole weekend, nice. Well I will see you on Friday about five, then, let's do dinner here. You're buying," you add with a snicker, leaning down to blow a stream of air over one of her damp nipples and making her shiver. "Later," you add with a chirp and a wave as you turn and trot out.\n\nWell. That was productive. You made a straight girl eat you out, ate out a straight girl, and have now gotten said straight girl to invite you over for an entire weekend of debauchery. You're not worried about securing permission... your parents are pretty lenient with the sleepover requests, especially during summer. Besides, if it does start looking like they won't go for it, at the worst you can just pressure your dad with the evidence you gained. \n\nIn the end you don't have to go there, which is a relief... much better to save that play for if it's something <i>really</i> important someday. You're cleared to spend a weekend at a friend's, though you do notice your dad suppressing a funny look when you provide a name. (Heh, that's kind of fun all on its own.) Then you settle down to consider what to do on said weekend. Let's see... you've really gotten a taste for making Karen experience that mixture of pleasure and humiliation, and you kind of want to shoot for more of that. But how? On an obvious level, that means more fun, raunchy, wicked, orientation-bending sex... hm, to pull that off you might need some assistance. Like, "tools". \n\nOn a more subtle level, you could make her go somewhere with you and then go out and about, trying to be as pleasant a girlfriend as you can. That idea makes you giggle a lot to yourself just from picturing Karen's face during the outing... she made some pretty hilarious ones yesterday, you can only imagine the kind she'd make at trying to suppress her reactions in public.\n\nHm... you let your mind wander a little as your fingers lightly rub along the crotch of your panties, your gaze settled on the ceiling above your bed. Or... or you could go for something that would be the ultimate humiliating pleasure. And at the same time, give you <i>such</i> good blackmail material that she'd never, ever think about getting out from under your thumb again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go out as girlfriends.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Get some toys.|GGParent3x9]]\n\n[[Go big time.|GGParent]]

"I'm really very glad to have you with us today! I understand you're scheduled to look at quite a number of other campuses as well...?"\n\n"Yeah." You smile at the girl several years older than you, tucking your hands into your jacket pockets. "I had a... guess you could say mentor once. She told me to look around to find where I belong. Guess I want to make sure I do that."\n\n"Well, I really hope you'll choose our university. After all, there's a full academic scholarship on the table, to my understanding?"\n\n"Yup. Her again. 'Work hard'." You grin a little wider, resisting the urge to laugh a little. "Seems kinda simple, but I guess the context she said it in made it really stick."\n\n"She sounds like quite the remarkable woman!"\n\n"Definitely." Your smile turns a little rueful as you glance down, saying a brief prayer to no god in particular that wherever Ripley Connors is, she's safe, warm, and maybe finally got past her prologue too.\n\n"I hope you don't mind, we've actually got one other visitor who's going to be touring with us today, so if we could wait just a little... oh, here she comes now!" The guide laughs a bit. "It looks like you two have something in common as far as your taste in hairstyles goes!"\n\n"Hm?" You absently reach up to brush your fingers through your now completely blue hair, even as you turn to look at the sound of footfalls on the tile. For just a moment you feel a pang of nostalgia and fondness as you spot the bright purple hair... then shock overcomes that as you start picking out the features beneath it. The shape of the face, the slender build, the slightly sinuous way of moving. The other woman stops in front of you, hazel eyes sparkling with unvoiced delight.\n\n"Cyan, this is one of our other hopefuls, Veronica Keys. Veronica, this is Cyan LaChance."\n\n"I prefer Ronnie," she says, holding out one elegant, dark brown hand towards you.\n\n"... Hello again," you whisper back, reaching out to take that hand and shake it slowly.\n\n"Oh?" The guide blinks, glancing back and forth between the two of you, then smiling brightly. "Do you two know each other?"\n\nYou glance at the guide, then back to the other woman, smiling again as you feel unshed tears warming your eyes. "I've seen her around, yeah."\n\n"So, Cyan." Those hazel eyes sparkle even brighter, almost seeming to flash yellow as she gives your hand a squeeze. "Shall we go see if this is where we belong?"\n\n<b>Dark Sector 36</b> End - <i>The beginning</i>

Oho, what's this? You'd forgotten you'd downloaded that, one of the rarer things to find in legit-made porn... crossdressing male on female. You never got around to watching it, might as well now. Fixing your gaze on the title, you wait for it to autoselect-\n\nAnd suddenly find yourself standing in what looks like some sort of dorm room. You glance around quickly... wow, this is really realistic VR, it's so immersive you can't even feel the helmet on your head anymore. Looking down at yourself reveals that you're wearing a sort of stereotypical Japanese schoolgirl uniform, albeit one that's probably a bit more suited for porn, with a bare midriff and somewhat shorter skirt to go with the thigh-highs and saddle shoes. You look over at the sound of a door opening, to see what looks a lot like a cute girl with pink hair done in a long braid, wearing a pink variation of the same seifuku you are. Wait a second, that... well, it's a real person so it must be just a really good cosplay. Maybe a girl cosplayer dressed up as a male dressed up as a female, you've heard that's a thi-\n\n<img src="images/qFPvhwQ.jpg">\n\n"Hey, Cyan-senpai!" 'Astolfo' chirps, surprising you. Your name got incorporated somehow?! He(?) comes to a stop in front of you, tucking his hands behind his back and leaning forward, grinning impishly. "I'm glad you made it! Like I told you, I'll show you my secret... you promise to keep it to yourself, right?"\n\n"Um, yeah?" you answer, without really thinking about it. Secret? Wait, if you follow the logic of the setup, that must mean-\n\nGiggling, the cosplayer(???) lifts up the front of the pink skirt and leans back some... and pretty quickly eliminates all doubt. Your eyes widen at the sight of the very <i>large</i> bulge in the front of those pink and white striped panties. That... wait, no, that has to be a girl 'stuffing', right? Except a moment later, the pink-haired person hooks a thumb into the front of the panties and pushes them down enough for the very thick, very long, very flesh and blood shaft to come spilling free. "Just to show I'm not teasing with a fake," he adds with a giggle, shaking his hips back and forth to make the mostly-limp thing shimmy.\n\n"That is... a very big secret," you croak out, still staring. Holy shit, he's hung like a horse! And yet, it's still so... pretty...\n\nYou're not entirely sure whether you're being forced by some outer pressure of being in a porno, or if it's just your reaction to the biggest, best-looking cock you've ever seen (certainly 'in person'), but you find yourself sinking to your knees and reaching out, resting a hand on his panty-clad hips and starting to stroke him with the other, feeling your own panties starting to stick to your pussy as he gives the sweetest little 'anh~!' and shivers all over. "C-Cyan-senpai!"\n\n"I... am definitely going to keep this secret all to myself," you murmur right before leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head of it, suckling as you feel it firming up in your hand. You moan softly, both at Astolfo's cute girly squeaks and gasps, and at the feel of it getting all firm and throbbing in your hand as you start bobbing your head lightly. You slip your hand down from his hip, instead lifting the front of your own pleated skirt and sliding it down the front of your panties, stroking at your moist lips and rubbing your clit gently as you indulge yourself sucking the cute cosplayer(fuckit)'s prick.\n\n"Senpai, you're so lewd~," Astolfo giggles, biting one of his knuckles as he grins down at you, the other hand resting lightly on your head.\n\n'Wonder if I could get him to call me "Master" too?' you think, actually smirking a little around his thick shaft as you gulp more and more of it down. This is... very realistic VR, not only can you taste the salty, almost sweet skin of his dick, but there's the feel of it on your tongue, throbbing hot between your lips, nudging the back of your throat.\n\nSoon the two of you have moved to one of the beds, with you straddling Astolfo's head and leaned forward to resume toying with his cock, stroking it with both hands and bobbing your head over the rest. Astolfo, for his part, has pulled aside the soaked crotch of your white cotton panties and is applying that adorable girly tongue of his to your pussy, flicking it and stroking it with oral agility you doubt he's gotten entirely from practicing on girls. You wiggle your pantied ass over him, giving your own muffled squeal as he gives your ass a light slap. Still, it makes you all the more eager once you turn around and move to face the same direction as him, reaching back to help nudge him into place at your dripping pussy. You hesitate, and take a moment to pull off your seifuku top and bra, tossing them aside to leave your breasts free, Astolfo cooing and reaching up to knead them lightly. You moan lowly, nudging his dick back into place. 'It's VR, so something that huge won't hurt, right?' \n\nThe answer certainly seems to be 'yes', since when you push back on him you wind up overestimating a little and pushing ALL the way back, his cock stretching your pussy seemingly taut all around him even as you sheath him utterly. Your eyes roll and your body shudders as you cum, hard, your stretched cunt squeezing all around that huge trap-cock as Astolfo giggles femininely and pinches your nipples. 'Hhhhaaaaa shiiiiit!' you think, unable to make any vocalizations other than gurgling, slutty moans as you begin slamming your sodden pussy down on Astolfa's body, your pantied ass impacting his slender thighs just above his own thigh-highs. Astolfo reaches down and grabs your hips, if anything urging you on in your wanton riding.\n\n"Yeah, that's right, cute senpai, you like my dick, huh~?" he teases in that sweet, squeaky voice, following it up with a giggle that has you cumming again all over his throbbing cock.\n\nYou've orgasmed at least five times by the time Astolfo lets out his own long, feminine moan and lifts you up, his cock slipping out of you before you reflexively thump back down, that thick, pussyjuice-soaked prick jutting up between the cleft of your buttocks and shuddering as it spatters his load all over your back and your skirt, plenty of it winding up on your somewhat jutted-out ass too.\n\n"Ah... senpai, I'm so glad I shared my secret with you," he coos. Then he gives a little 'ah!' as the door starts to open again. "Oh no~, it's my roommate! I forgot~!" he wails in a totally and obviously insincere declaration of regret.\n\nJust as the door is about to reveal the new arrival, leaving you veritably shivering with anticipation of where this could go, everything freezes and a popup window appears in front of you.\n\n<i>This is a standard break reminder. You should take a break from the virtual world occasionally! But if you don't, that's your business!\n( Take a break. ) | ( Continue indefinitely. )</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Better take a break.|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Continue, dammit, continue!|GGPorn]]

Having Karen get you off was fun... and it was just as much fun to make her get off in spite of herself. That little bit of dominance and power play really got your own motor revving, and obviously the way to take that to the next level is to get some toys to do it with.\n\nHm, however, your age creates something of a... hurdle. Obviously the way to do it would just be to order the stuff online and lie your way past the age verification... but this poses the issue of whether the stuff would get here on time, and if your parents might notice something suspicious about the packages if they arrived when one of them was home. With the time crunch for your little weekend rendevous, you may need to go brick and mortar, which means lying your way past the real-life version of age verification. Settling down in front of your computer at home, you begin doing a little research.\n\nObviously you can't go to one of the chain stores... those are run by as rigid corporate rulesets as any Wal-Mart, maybe moreso, there's no way you could bluff the staff there into not checking your ID. So you need independently-owned, preferably just upscale enough that it won't be manned by some complete creep who'd see you and see a predation opportunity, but not so upscale that they, like the chain stores, are going to be rigid and businesslike about checking your age. After reading a lot of reviews, you settle on a place called 'The Hoard'. It's apparently 'warehousey' but clean, with a large selection and a polite, very discrete staff. It's also not too far away, which means you can get there on your own. Perfect!\n\nThe next day you wait for your parents to head out to work, and give a little bit of a buffer for them to be well on their way (as well as for it to be close enough to the store's opening time), before snagging your skateboard out of the garage and setting off, one of your larger messenger bags tucked behind you. It takes awhile, but you eventually arrive at the large brick building. Even from the outside it does give a bit of that 'warehouse' feeling, being fairly sizeable and square, utterly unremarkable, but then you guess it's a step up from sheet metal and rivets, which most of the other indie places looked to be made out of. Rather than a 'proper' sign, a large street art style mural is painted on the front wall and over the glass of the door, with 'The Hoard' spelled out in glittery golden paint. Hey, stylish. Coming to a stop and kicking up your board, you tuck it under your arm before walking in.\n\nThe inside seems pretty cavernous, lit only by rows of flourescent lights that have been tinted a faint golden color, making the occasional flicker seem almost like firelight. Rows and rows of shelves stretch out off to the side, bearing colorful boxes and a few display models in plastic cases. Directly ahead is the checkout counter, with a single person sitting behind it. She looks like she's in her twenties, and you definitely have to approve of her hairstyle... short, dark, tousled, with some purple thrown around the front. She's wearing a tight spandex top in shades of bright green, white, and black, which looks like it's a one-piece to judge by the way it leaves her hips visible and goes down the front of her crotch below her low-slung black jeans. She glances over towards you, grinning a little wryly at the sight of you.\n\n"Hi. Welcome to The Hoard. No offense, but are you sure it's okay for you to be in here...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Lie.|GGParent3x10]]\n\n[[Tell the truth. Sort of.|GGKaren]]

Well, I've said the fetishes are too numerous to list, but I may as well try. Consider this a sort of informational warning, or an incentive if that's how you want to view it.\n\n<b>Common</b> \nThis is a short list of the stuff that I really quite like, so you're likely to see it crop up on some branch of almost every storyline you follow.\n\n<i>Anal\nLarge Insertions (without pain)\nBreast Enlargement\nMind Control\nVoluminous Cum\n</i>\n\n<b>Included</b>\nThis is just the stuff that's in the game somewhere, in various amounts. It's entirely likely for this list to lag behind or just forget something.\n\n<i>Incest\nBestiality\nVirgins\nTransformation\nBimbofication\nMind Alteration\nThreats\nBlackmail\nWatersports\nShemales\nMascot costumes\nMythological creatures\nParalysis\nLactation\nSnuff\nNecrophilia\nBreath control\nInfantilism\nSissification\nPublic nudity\n</i>\n\n[[Back.|Start]]

Of course, it doesn't take long for people to come out and start investigating. Once they discover the person clinging to the top of the giant cumbelly and house-sized tits, they try to approach and ask you how this happened... which you can't really answer, since them walking and standing on your cumbelly keeps sending you into quivering, mind-blowing orgasms. With you laying there quivering, naked, and with your pussy gushing, it's not long before one of them breaks and kneels down at the base of your jizz-swelled stomach, leaning forward to thrust into your spasming pussy. He pumps away, groaning and gasping while the others gradually give in as well, fishing out their cocks and stroking them as they wait their turn. You can feel the first man's cock growing larger and larger inside you with every thrust, his balls swelling as they slap against a few bare inches of your literally mountainous cumbelly, until he groans and thrusts in, adding a meager gallon to the uncountable numbers already inside you. He and the others are obviously shocked as he pulls free his now foot-long prick, smeared with both his cum and yours... but that, obviously, just eggs the others on, and they're soon scrambling to fuck you.\n\nOver time a facility is built around you, or rather your body atop the enormous cumbelly and jutting megatits that now mark the countryside. In theory to study how this happened to you, in actuality it's mostly researchers, politicians, and then the wealthy fucking your pussy to grow their cocks to porn star size. Your days pass eagerly sucking off men who are waiting their turn, while others pound your pussy, either newly or long since grown to impressive length and girth and adding their new gallons to your size bit by bit.\n\nMore sincere research is done on your tits and their seemingly endless supply of milk, though obviously the researchers in those facilities are no less stirred to perviness than the others, constantly rubbing and stroking the curve of them, giving you boobgasms every time they walk on them, or rub against them, or press their stiff cocks against the firm, soft flesh. But your milk is eventually discovered to be a boon in a number of ways. Properly deluted, it's extremely nutritious, requires no refrigeration to stay fresh, and is delicious and filling. Undiluted, it causes breast growth and fertility in women... as well as being a powerful aphrodisiac for everyone. Speaking to you a bit like one would to a pet, the scientists cheerfully inform you that you've personally solved world hunger as you go into a set of new, constant boobgasms as the giant suction hoses are slid over your immense nipples, the pipelines that will carry your milk off to be refined into numerous beneficial foods and medicines sucking on you eternally. Of course, after the first century or so, the scientists get tired of replacing the pipes every decade as your nipples gradually grow from the minute but near-constant growth of your belly and tits from those fresh gallons of cum being poured into you, and they come up with a new design... immense inflatably plugs inserted directly into your nipples, constantly swelling to keep up with your growth, the vibration of their internal suction pumps and inflation motors wiping out the last of your mind as your constant boobgasms are sent up by an order of magnitude.\n\nMt. Saotome, as it's officially named... or Mt. Cumdump as it's otherwise almost universally known... becomes a monument to mankind's progress into a new age of health, prosperity, and lewdness. Every man that can afford to take the pilgrimmage... which becomes cheaper with every passing year... to visit is able to fuck you and gain a cock that would have been the envy of every other man in the world. In fact, fucking you, personally, becomes something of a rite of passage for males in the global culture, and estimates at one point put it at something like 93% of men in the world having pumped at least one load into Mt. Cumdump's pussy, with 80% of them having fucked its mouth or ass as well. As technology advances, the area around you is geographically altered to make it ever easier to expand.\n\nEventually, all of Japan is flattened out and expanded, its population shifting into buildings built on your cumbelly, your surface giving them an ever expanding and more stable place to live on... 'cumquakes' do still happen occasionally, but they're much milder and more of an excuse to have a celebratory round of orgies than anything else. Eventually almost a billion people live, work, and vacation on Mt. Cumdump at any given time, and you cum every single time one of them takes a step, or drives their car, fucks somebody, or jerks off.\n\nWho knew that in sentencing you to such a fate, Happosai would also create a better, lewder world? Wherever he is, he must be proud.\n\n<b>Tanuki Hairpin</b> end - <i>Mt. Cumdump</i>

Deciding to start with the Yuuki twins, you ask Jun-san to have them called to your office. You also take a moment to put her under and tell her to ignore any odd sounds or events she might hear or see from your office... just to be on the safe side. Then you return to your office and settle in to await their arrival, which doesn't take long.\n\nYou're a little surprised when they show up, since their files didn't have pictures... they're both blonde. And blue-eyed. But you didn't see any notes in their file about them being scolded for dying their hair or wearing colored contacts, which are both against even the school's rather loose uniform code. It... must be natural? Hunh. Other than that they're both slender, and cute, and do look quite a lot like each other... she's got her hair in two little ponytails at the sides, his hair is slightly long (meaning he could probably pull off the same style if he wanted). Other than that and the fact that she's in the girl's uniform of black jacket with white trim and red plaid pleated skirt and he's in the boy's uniform of all-black jacket and pants, they are indeed nearly identical.\n\n"Good morning," you greet cheerfully in Japanese. "You must be Asada and Takeo. I hope you'll both forgive the use of your given names, as 'Yuuki-san' could become a little confusing in this situation."\n\nBoth exchange a glance, before Asada gives a slight nod. "That's understandable, Patissier-sensei. Was there something you wanted to see us about?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Talk normally with them.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Hypnotize them.|HelenJP1x8]]

The whole point of a school is the students, after all... you can bring the staff around or replace them eventually without focusing on them.\n\nNow, let's see. There are a handful of good places to start, students that you could effect change on that would see that change ripple outward, most likely, for reasons of popularity, or influence... or, admittedly, just because you find them interesting.\n\nFor instance, there's the [[Yuuki twins|HelenJP1x7]]. Brother and sister, both attractive, both rather popular, both doing well in class... but from the reports you have, likely underperforming at all three. They're just cruising by, when with even a little extra effort they could be so much more of all three things. Making a few changes in their behavior could have a nice ripple effect among the student body, or set new trends.\n\nThere's [[Sakura Tanami|HelenJP]]. Very pretty, but apparently has a bad attitude, tends to be standoffish and borderline (or outright) rude much of the time, to both other students and staff. She's one of the most attractive girls in school, so she too could be quite the trendsetter after an attitude adjustment... or a powerful tool for you to use.\n\nHm, [[Mitsune Nakamoto|HelenJP]]. Apparently a very talented chemist, but she's been coached by more conservative teachers all her life to take the safe, uninspired route to make sure she keeps acquiring grants and funding. You could take those reins off and make her something really great that could revitalize Fakkushiri's reputation... and/or perhaps make use of her talents for your own gain.\n\nFinally, there's [[Ken Nakano|HelenJP]], probably the closest thing Fakkushiri has to a delinquint and bully. This school is too bland and heavily disciplined to have the typical sort of blustering gang leader like you'd see in anime or TV dramas, but he's probably close enough for government completely-ignore-it-to-avoid-work. You could probably increase happiness at the school by reining him in... or perhaps you could turn his talents to some more useful purpose.

"I'll keep Jun-san for now, thank you," you reply after a moment's thought. "The sense of continuity will help things go over better with the rest of the staff, I think."\n\n"Alright. She shouldn't be that hard to manipulate, in any event, so I'll leave everything in your hands. Remember, I'll be checking on your progress at the end of the month, my darling!" And with that, the line clicks closed.\n\nYou sigh a bit and hang up. That woman. ... And her fantastic cock and tits. You blush a little as that causes some stirring, and you take a moment to focus and keep yourself from getting too excited. It's easy enough... you really do have quite a bit of control over your body, if not your thoughts. \n\nYou spend a little bit reviewing records on the computer that you didn't have access to at home, since they hadn't set up your remote login, getting an idea of who's working for you, who's attending, any problem areas, that sort of thing. There aren't a lot of problem areas... a few students who seem to be underachieving, or pushing too hard in the effort to overachieve, some staff that are doing the same, and overall it's very bland. Though in the course of checking out the computer's files, you do discover that there's a network of hidden cameras all across the school, as well as monitoring software that lets you see the screen and access history of any computer on school grounds. Must be one of those useful additions Katsuko mentioned.\n\nBut enough poking around, it's time to actually do something!\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus on the staff.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Focus on the students.|HelenJP1x6]]\n\n[[Focus on those cameras.|HelenJP]]

Probably best to stay inside. Not only have you got some resting and reevaluating to do, well, you need to update your wardrobe and get yourself somewhat more familiar with the administration side of things.\n\nYou spend the next two days ordering various things you need (or, you admit, want) online, getting the starkly-furnished house a bit more to your liking. You also order in most of your meals, and once or twice you try out your ability to "cloud minds" on the delivery people. You watch as their eyes go glassy and their shoulders slump, and they certainly seem to obey any orders you give, though you don't go too crazy with it since they're standing on your doorstep. Once or twice you're tempted to order them inside and sate your lusts on them, but none of them are particularly cute, so instead you just implant the idea that you're a wonderful customer who should receive nothing but the best service before sending them on their way.\n\nAh, your lusts... you do find that you're far more prone to thinking about sex than you ever were before, and often your studying and evaluating will be interrupted by browsing around to various porn sites and then stroking your cock and playing with your tits for quite some time. More and more often the ideas about the sort of wickedness you could do with these abilities, this body, and an entire school to use them on come to mind, and you're slower to push them away each time.\n\nBut soon, it's time to get ready for your first day. You try on several of the outfits left for you in the closet... most of them are relatively modest, though certainly none of them can hide your head-sized boobs. Luckily most of the panties and skirts are cut cleverly so that they look completely normal from outside, somehow hiding the massive bulge you now sport (though obviously the panties can only do so much, and you'll have to be careful about being seen without an outer layer on if you don't want your secret to get out, in more ways than one). You select a simple blue skirt suit with a white blouse, decide to braid your hair and add some glasses to give you a more authoritative educator look, and head off to the school.\n\nFakkushiri High is surrounded by a stone wall roughly seven feet high... tall enough to discourage casual peepers or jumpers, not enough to actually prevent either, especially if someone simply finds an area with better elevation. It's neither particularly old or particularly new, particularly clean or particularly dirty, it seems very average and, well, dull. Maybe you can see what Katsuko meant. You make your way inside and towards the teacher's area, which has a small outer office connected to both your personal office and the teacher's area. When you step into the office, a pretty woman stands up from behind the desk. Pretty, but it seems like she's made some efforts to be unremarkable... her hair, eyes, and suit are all very close to the same shade of brown. She's had her hair cut short, but not short enough that it's boyish, and the suit is cut close enough to avoid frumpiness but not enough so that it will show off her body, though it looks like she has nice hips and breasts (not as impressive as your own, of course). Overall pretty but almost calculatedly dull.\n\n"Good morning, Patissier-san," she chirps, clasping her hands in front of her and bowing slightly. "I'm Maria Jun, your secretary. Or, well, I was the last principal's secretary, at least." She smiles, a little worriedly. "Um, anyway, I was a little shocked by the previous principal's sudden decision to retire, but he assured me you'd fill his shoes just fine. Is there anything I can get you, or...?"\n\n"Not right now, Jun-san, thank you. I'm going to get settled in, and then maybe I'll have something to ask of you," you answer professionally, giving her a smile and slight bow in return before heading on into your office. It's fairly plain, with the old principal having likely cleared out any personal touches, just a desk with a new-looking computer (and, you notice, plenty of clear space across the front of it), several chairs and a couch, and some bookshelves. Almost the moment that you sit down, your phone rings and you pick it up, giving the professional-sounding greeting you've been rehearsing in your head.\n\n"Good morning, Helen-chan," Katsuko's voice purrs.\n\n"Good morning, Mistress," you find yourself replying without really thinking, your cheeks coloring once you realize what you said.\n\n"Mm, I hope you're settling in alright. I've taken the liberty of installing some helpful things around the school, I'm sure you'll discover them in due time. Some of the staff is also aware of your mission, though most are not... my agents will let you know at the appropriate times. Remember to enjoy yourself... but don't let enjoying yourself interfere with our goal of making the school <i>interesting</i>."\n\n"I understand," you reply in a neutral tone, still waffling a little on just how eager you are to turn the school lewd.\n\n"I'm sure you do. Ah, before I go, there's one more thing. That Maria girl, the secretary. A very upright, academic sort, a bit like you were before, a big proponent of the dull order and harmony that's made that school the cog factory it is. If you like, I can have her replaced with someone who's much more in line with our goals within the hour. One less thing to take care of for you, hm?"\n\nYou quirk an eyebrow. That would make things easier, you think... on the other hand, you get the sense that any secretary provided by Katsuko will be more of a 'minder' or 'keeper'. She's likely to help you get things done much more efficiently... she's also likely to drive you much harder on exactly the course Katsuko wants you on rather than the complete freedom you were originally promised.\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep Jun.|HelenJP1x5]]\n\n[[Accept Katsuko's agent.|HelenJP2x1]]

You slowly sit up in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room, which is currently rather dimly lit by what looks like a nightlight of some sort plugged into a socket. It's a nice, but plain bedroom, without a lot of personality or personal touches. You look down at yourself, staring at your now immense breasts and, past them, the limp cock flopped between your legs. You really have been altered into some sort of... lewdly-proportioned shemale. When you get up, something slides off your stomach and to the floor... a letter? Having to spend a moment maneuvering around your enlarged chest, you bend to pick it up and read.\n\n'Welcome to your new home! It's perhaps somewhat modest at the moment, but rather nicer than what you were going to have before. In a month or so we'll reevaluate your accommodations based on your performance and how well you've instituted my ideals. For now you should know that not only have you been given a glorious new body, but several abilities beyond those of normal people. You will have more energy, strength, and stamina than most, and will be able to control your body and its reactions... as much as you <i>wish</i> to control them, anyway. You also have the ability to cloud the minds of most people, putting them into a receptive trance where they will obey orders and be highly suggestible... have a care, this will work on most, but not everyone. Your mind will be sharper and quicker to learn new things and piece together information, which is saying something for you... as long as you don't let it get too fogged by lust.\n\nIn any event, I've had the house stocked with essentials, and will be having some clothing in your new sizes delivered... I've included those sizes, and their various equivalents for different countries, in files on your new computer. It also has information on your new expense account, feel free to do some shopping to fill out anything you need, I've also opened up same-day-shipping accounts for all the best shopping sites for you. There's a stash of cash, credit cards, and other fun things as well. Please enjoy yourself this weekend while I finish making ready for your transition, and be ready to report for school bright and early Monday morning!\n\nYour mistress, Katsuko\n\nP.S. The tea you imbibed is a special one that allows the drinker to take on traits of anything that cums in or on them, as well as ramping up libido and making you more receptive and desirable than you are even now. It has already passed mostly out of your system, but won't be gone entirely for another few days. So have a care if you decide to go out this weekend! You are what you fuck!'\n\nYou stare at the letter for a few moments, then set it aside and turn on the bedroom lights before rummaging in the dresser. There's not much there... the clothes you had shipped over, you find, though obviously most of the shirts and jackets haven't a hope in hell of fitting you now, and some other garments. You pull on a set of grey sweats that are baggy enough to downplay even your new proportions and explore the house a bit. It's nothing amazing by American standards... two bedrooms, a small study, a living room, smallish kitchen area, and a decent-sized bathroom, but you're aware that it's pretty upscale by Japanese standards, especially for a young single professional living alone. After a bit you also stumble upon a wall panel that, at the touch of your hand, beeps and slides aside to reveal a short flight of steps down to a basement 'playroom' with a number of bondage setups and various toys, as well as a cache of cameras and other recording equipment and electronics. Oh my.\n\nWell, you've definitely gotten yourself into it now, you think with a shake of the head as you head back up and let the wall panel slide closed behind you. You've been given a lewd new body, and a lewd directive to go with it... make Fakkushiri High "interesting", and it's obvious what Katsuko's idea of interesting is. You get the sense that if you don't provide some results, you won't exactly just get fired... there were both positive and negative implications to the idea that your "accommodations" might be "reevaluated" at the end of the month. Your Mistre-, er, Katsuko seems to have quite a bit of power, and now you've become an instrument of her will... staying as such will be contingent on pleasing her.\n\nBut it's the path you've chosen, no backing out now. And besides, you still like the idea of being able to run a school your own way... and you can't deny that the thought of having these powers, and this body, to do it with sends a naughty thrill through you. Who knows? Maybe you <i>will</i> build the sort of naughty educational system Katsuko wants!\n\nBut first you have to get through the next few days. On the one hand, it sounds like it might be a good idea to stay in... you've got some adjusting and preparing to do, after all, and it sounds like there might be some amount of danger to going out as an aftereffect of your transformation. On the other hand, you didn't come to Japan to just stay inside the entire time... and also there's a whisper in the back of your brain that you're not going to get your new dick wet for at least two whole <i>days</i> if you stay in!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go out.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Stay in.|HelenJP1x4]]

Temptation by the devil or not, the offer is really too good to pass up (and the prospect of what might happen if you refuse a little too intimidating). So finally you give a nod. "Alright, Kinomoto-san, I accept. I'll become principal of Fakkushiri High."\n\n"Excellent!" Katsuko leans forward, again flashing her nipples at you as she picks up the teapot and turns it, pouring you a cup from the red spout. "Then please, drink up in celebration!"\n\nWell, tea as celebration seems a bit odd, but then you are in Japan. You pick up the cup in both hands and sip at the strong, fragrant tea... honestly, it's almost more like wine in its depth of flavor and the way it sends warmth spreading through you. In fact, it's warming you quite a bit... your whole body feels hot after just a few sips, and your skin's almost tingling. But after those first few sips you just can't help continuing to drink it, even as the physical heat becomes another sort of heat, making your nipples stiffen and your pussy moisten, plain white cloth starting to stick up against your puffy lower lips. You finally set the empty cup down, panting heavily, your eyes a little glazed as you look at your host. "O-oh my... what... what sort of tea is this...?"\n\n"A very, very special blend. You see, when I told you I'd grant you power, I didn't just mean over the school. I also meant I would grant you certain abilities that will make your influence over the school, staff, and students easier to exercise," she explains as she rises from her chair and sashays around the table, your eyes locked on the body that had only been shocking in its shamelessness before, but now has your mind churning with sexual thoughts as she approaches. "And a body more suited to driving you in the direction I want you to take the school in," she coos as she unfastens the belt of her kimono and lets it drop to the floor.\n\nShe's naked beneath it, which isn't much of a surprise considering, but what is surprising is the large cock dangling down between her legs. It's easily of a scale fitting with her breasts, long and thick even soft, though it doesn't remain that way very long. You stare in shock... and desire... as it twitches to life and slowly, steadily rises up to point towards your face while Katsuko fondles her breasts and pinches at her nipples, making low sounds of pleasure. Overcome by the display and whatever the tea has done to you, you lean towards it and wrap your lips around the large head, suckling eagerly and swirling your tongue around it, moaning yourself at the taste.\n\n"That's right, my little gaijin slut," Katsuko purrs as she rocks her hips forward, encouraging you to take more of her cock. "Suckle Mistress's fat prick... I own you, and that school, now, and you're going to have so much fun doing my bidding!"\n\nEven if you wanted to argue with her at the moment, you don't think you could manage with your mouth full of her dick. You sag out of the chair and onto your knees in front of her, popping the head out of your mouth and panting as you lick up the silky-smooth shaft and then lean in to nuzzle and slurp at her heavy, equally smooth balls. Your hands slide worshipfully up and down her thighs and hips as you lick and suck at her sack and shaft, before sliding your mouth over it and fucking your face onto her shaft, overcome with desire. Katsuko smirks down at you as she watches you raping your throat on her dick, almost idly grabbing your hair scrunchy and yanking it out to toss it away, before reaching up and tugging out her hairpins, giving her head a shake to let the long raven tresses go cascading down her back, tossing the bejeweled pins away as negligently as she did your dollar store hairtie. She continues fondling herself slowly and deliberately as you work your mouth on her cock, apparently pleased by your moans and desperate gulping.\n\nHowever, eventually she grabs your hair and yanks you back, leaving you gasping and panting, your lower face a mess of smeared spit. She hauls you upward, making you scramble to get to your feet as she pulls on your hair, then shoves you forward across the table and shoves your skirt up. You shake your ass shamelessly as she grabs the back of your pantyhose and rips them to shreds, then yanks down your panties to reveal your sodden pussy. However, rather than making use of that, she guides her spit-slicked cock between your cheeks, nudging up against your pucker. You give a loud cry and cum almost instantly as she shoves forward, driving into your virgin ass deep and not stopping until her balls are pressed up against your dripping cunt.\n\n"That's right, little white whore, take every inch of me in your ass," Katsuko coos sweetly, adoringly, as she grabs your still-clothed waist and begins pumping into you, her firm thrusts making her huge bare tits bounce energetically. "I'm going to give you a lewd body like mine, and let's see how long your ideas of running a nice, academic little school last then, hmm?"\n\nYou really should be taking in the revelation of her apparent plan, or reeling over the fact she apparently intends to alter your very body somehow, but you're a little too busy cumming every time her balls slap up against your pussy. Your eyes have rolled up in your head and your tongue's lolled out, your drool dripping down onto the expensive wooden tabletop. Katsuko's thrusts gradually grow harder and faster, rocking your whole body against the table, the firm slap of flesh on flesh keeping time with your overlapping orgasms. Until finally the rich dickgirl groans loudly and slams forward, spilling her thick, hot load deep into your ass.\n\nYou shudder, gritting your teeth as you cum harder than you could even imagine, both at the feeling of her jizzing in you but also at the changes it sets off in your body. Your sodden pussy grows smaller and tighter where her balls are resting against it, shrinking away until it disappears entirely, even as the front of your crotch bulges out, dropping a pair of fat orbs into a newly-forming sack as a thick shaft pushes down and forward. At the same time, your tits are swelling, lifting you up further from the tabletop as they gain mass. First your bra snaps, and then the buttons of your shirt strain, until they too pop open and spill your growing boobs out onto the table. As Katsuko finishes spilling the last of her spunk deep into your ass, your own new cock starts spurting long, thick ropes of milky cum forward onto the floor and chairs, the sensation of this new sort of orgasm on top of the old ones proving too much for you, your mind going blank and your body going limp.\n\n<hr>\n[[When you awake...|HelenJP1x3]]

This is the upper level of your hab area. Specifically it's the central part where you can access all the other "nice" areas in the habitation facility. So it's pretty much just a sort of stripped-down version of the downstairs... there's a few places to sit, lounge, or fuck should the mood take you, but mostly this is a place to go between the rooms on the upper hab.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leisure Area.|Capture-HabLA]]\n\n[[Dining Room.|Capture-HabDR]]\n\n[[Bathroom.|Capture-HabBR]]\n\n[[Bedroom.|Capture-HabBed]]\n\n[[Main hab.|Capture-HabArea]]

You swallow hard, trembling all over like a near-dead leaf clinging to its branch in a rainstorm, but manage to choke out a, "Uh... hi there."\n\nThose glowing red eyes stay fixed on you for a long moment... before the cables and motors of the animatronic's neck tilt its head back and it lets out a literal bark of laughter, the sounds overlayed atop each other as they emerge from whatever speaker serves it as a voicebox. Then the thing looks back at you. "You are either very brave or have gone a little mad, my darling." The hand not on the door comes up to curl around your chin, cold metal and plastic pressing against you as it tilts your head up. "I think it is the latter, yes?"\n\n"P-... probably," you choke out, swallowing hard.\n\n"That's good. You would have to be crazy to stay sane in this place. But that means we should stick together, hm? Crazies should watch out for each other, no? Yes, yes I think so. Alright, I'll help you. Here, stay where I put you until I come for you. Yeeees?"\n\nYou realize after a few seconds of those red eyes staring at you that he's waiting for a confirmation, so you nod emphatically. This really does seem insane, but... well, you don't exactly have a lot of better offers right now. Letting out a shorter bark-laugh, Crazy Coyote nods, dropping his hand to grab your arm and half-pull, half-shove you into the space in the back of the closet he was occupying. Then he yanks open the door and steps out.\n\nAlmost instantly you hear a chorus of small, high-pitched screams. "THE MAD ONE! THE MAD ONE!" the crowd of Gallagher Gophers shrieks as there's a canine howl, then the sound of scampering and crashing, breaking plastic and thuds against the wall. You stay where you are, wincing a little at what sounds like bodies both tiny and large hitting the walls, and occasionally glass and wood smashing or cracking. \n\nEventually though everything goes silent, leaving you in the dark of the closet with nothing but the sound of your heavy, terrified breathing to keep you company. Then the door creaks open, a dark, predatory silhouette filling it, broken only by the slitted red glow of two evil-seeming eyes. "Alright, little one, come out now."\n\nSlowly, uncertainly, you step forward, walking towards the terrifying animatronic that's apparently saved you from the more numerous tiny terrifying animatronics. As Crazy Coyote steps back and allows you to come out of the closet, you can see that the nearby parts of the arcade have been pretty thoroughly wrecked... cabinets have been overturned, some that are upright have had their screens smashed, and there's the pieces of at least a dozen Gallagher Gophers spread all over anything, with a few mostly-intact ones laying on the ground twitching and spasming in some electronic imitation of death throes. \n\n"Come. Follow closely," Crazy Coyote says as he steps forward again, sectioned tail swaying back and forth as he moves with a too-smooth stride towards one of the aisles. "Do not get too close. They are cowed for the moment, but should one become brave again, it might try to snatch you to prove something."\n\n"Do..." You swallow hard, hurrying to stick close to the slightly skeletal robotic being that you can't help but feel is liable to turn on you and tear you apart like those tiny robot gophers at any moment. "Do you mean... w-what, the arcade games?"\n\n"That is one thing to call them," the animatronic replies with a wuffing chuckle. \n\nThat just makes you swallow hard again and actually stick close to him, despite your fear. And despite your fear, your curiosity wells up. "What... what's happening here? What are you?"\n\n"Me, little one? I'm like them... like the small things that would have tormented you and ended your current existence, like the others out there in the park roaming about, minds full of ones and zeroes made of terror and hate. All of them constantly looking for someone to torment, to rape, to murder. I'm like them..." He stops, then turns to face you, mouth servos whirring as they somehow angle his cartoonish muzzle into a smirk, a hand coming up to tap a fingertip against his forehead with the soft plink, plink, plink of plastic on plastic. "But I'm <i>crazy</i>, you see."\n\n"C-crazy..." You swallow hard. Then you blink. "Wait, you're saying that... because you're 'Crazy' Coyote, that since... since all the other things like you are constantly looking for people to... to hurt... then you...?"\n\n"The only way to be the crazy one is to not do so, yes. But be wary, even the insane have their lucid periods," Crazy Coyote mumurs, leaning in close, the glow of his eyes intensifying briefly. "Don't ever think you're safe."\n\n"... I won't," you assure him in a tiny voice. You bite your lip, lowering your gaze a little from his face... and actually blushing a little as you wind up looking at his crotch, noticing the molded plastic balls and rubbery-looking shaft set there.\n\n"Good. Thinking you're safe might be a bit <i>too</i> crazy," he chuckles, turning back and resuming his stride, making no mention of you noticing his anatomical correctness (or near thereof, since he's not... canine... there). "I'll see you to the entrance of the park, I suggest you leave immediately and drive for several days without sleeping, just to make sure."\n\n"R-right," you agree as the two of you step out of the arcade and onto the thoroughfair, the neon sign immediately blinking dark as if to say 'good riddance'. "I mean, once my friends get there too, we'll leave right away."\n\nCrazy Coyote stops in place, head turning slightly. "Friends?"\n\n"Yeah... I came here with other people. Well, three other people and a dog."\n\nThe animatronic turns to face you fully, leaning in close again, head tilting. "Little one, your friends are dead."\n\nYou can feel yourself pale at that, and you quickly shake your head. "No, don't say that, they might not have run across any of the... things... like I did."\n\n"Even if they did not venture into any of the traps or playgrounds, the moment all of you entered this place you have been hunted, sought, desired, loved, hated," Crazy Coyote rumbles, that sectional plastic and metal tail twitching back and forth again. "By now they are either dead, changing, or worse. If you seek them you will almost certainly share their fate when you find them... if not by the hands of their own tormenter, or even by the hands of your own friends, then by mine, should I have a lucid spell," he reminds you, one of the little arcs of plastic above one of his eyes shifting upward with an audible <i>klik</i>. "Would you risk all of that for them?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes!|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[... no.|WilmaFun5x7]]

"I think I'd like these," you decide, indicating the red lingerie. Honestly, for the most part it's just hard to pass up something with the name 'Blood Wine', because who doesn't want some lingerie where the underwire isn't the only metal thing about it?\n\n"Excellent, wonderful," Lina coos, and you'd swear you see a little flash of triumph in her eyes. But she just picks up the bra and panties and holds them out. "Like I said, go try them on. You should wear them out!"\n\nAccepting the items, you head into the curtained room and close the door. You glance at the mirrors and notice that at least there's no 'You are under video surveillance' signs, which is both weird and comforting for a lingerie shop. You strip off your clothes, laying them on the nearby bench, then step into the panties and pull them up. You think they're called a 'Cheeky' cut or something, thy hug over the tops of your hips and conform closely to your rear, but dip down some in front. You tug and settle them into place, finding that they fit almost perfectly. Good enough that you take a moment posing in front of the mirror wearing just them, and have to admit they make your hips and ass look almost supernaturally good. Grinning, you pick up the bra and spend a few moments getting it on, then hm. "Uh, hey, Lina?"\n\n"Yes?" the blonde calls back.\n\n"The chest is basically perfect but the cups are a little loose," you note. Maybe she figured you were already wearing a bra that compressed them so guessed the size wrong?\n\n"Oh, that happens sometimes with new bras like that. Tug on the straps a few times, it should fit right then."\n\nA little dubious, you nevertheless listen and give the shoulder straps and the chest a few tugs. It does seem to work, though... after a few tries, the bra fits snug and flush up against you. You look into the mirror again and have to admit you look great... you've never had much in the way of boob envy, but the bra does make your chest look a bit bigger, the panties emphasize your hips and rear and somehow draw attention to your flat belly as well. The color apparently makes you look even more pale than normal, but eh, it's shiny and pretty and has an amazing name, you're happy. You're actually a little sad about having to cover it up with the same old jeans and t-shirt you were wearing before, but Lina did say you should wear it out. Shoving your old thong in your bag, you head back out to see a grinning blonde waiting.\n\n"They look and feel great, thanks so much for this," you tell her with a smile. "This is probably one of the nicer gifts I've ever been given and it came out of nowhere."\n\n"Oh I think you're going to enjoy this gift for a long, long time, so it was absolutely my pleasure," she coos, reaching out to stroke your cheek. "I hope I see you again soon."\n\nOkaaay, little weird, but hey if dressing cute girls in pretty lingerie is her thing, it's fine as long as she didn't like peep on you or anything, as far as you figure. Giving her one more round of thanks, you head outside, wincing heavily and shrinking back as the sun hits you again. Fucksakes, did it get even brighter and hotter while you were inside?! It feels like the sunlight is piercing right through your retinas and into your brain. Hurrying to get your sunglasses out and shove them back in place, you hurry home, doing your best to stick to shady spots, feeling like you must be picking up a sunburn along the way anyway. By the time you get home, you feel hot and exhausted, and immediately shut your door and turn off as many lights in your room as possible, even shutting off your computer. Stripping down to your new lingerie, you flop into bed, then pull the covers over yourself for an extra layer of insulation. Almost immediately, you drop off, sleeping like the dead.\n\nYou awaken to an odd feeling, like you can actually sense something outside sinking and something inside you rising. You lay beneath the blankets, feeling fuzzy and addled at first, but your thoughts rapidly clearing and your energy building. Wow, you actually feel great, talk about an amazing nap! You get up and glance at yourself... no sunburn, in fact you look pretty darn white. Probably just the darkness of the room... though it's not that dark, come to think of it, you can see weirdly perfectly. Eh, must be ambient lighting from... something. Though below the sense of being energetic and vibrant, there's another growing sensation... you're absolutely <i>starving</i>. You're getting hungrier by the second, and you quickly toss on some jeans and a t-shirt before hurrying downstairs. \n\n"Oh, hey there sleepyhead, thought we might wind up eating without you," your mother says with a smile as you enter the kitchen. "Your dad made burgers, didn't figure you'd want to miss that."\n\n"Here y'go," your father adds with a smile as you sit down at the kitchen table, passing you the platter of beef patties. \n\nYou take them and, despite loving your father's hamburgers and feeling so hungry you'd eat asparagus, looking at them... just doesn't do anything. They're well done, as they usually are at your mother's assistance, but you find your mind wandering to the idea of them being rare, dripping with juices, pink, practically still mooing. Feeling confused and annoyed, you set the platter down and look over at your parents, who don't seem to have noticed your ambivalence yet. Somehow, your hunger latches on to how attractive they both are... still young, and vibrant, life practically radiating off of them, warmth thrumming through their veins. Your lips start pulling back from your teeth a little as you find yourself picturing one of them, both of them, any of them writhing under you, gasping and bucking in tormented pleasure, muscles fluttering under your fingers, pulse quickening under your lips until you sink in your teeth and-\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, let's do this!|GGLing1x3]]\n\n[[Whoa whoa whoa WHOA!|GGLing2x1]]

The instant you make the decision, you know what to do. Smiling, you casually say, "Hey, guys?" When your parents look over, you do your best to meet both their gazes. "You should really relax, now."\n\nYou can see your parents' eyes gradually glazing over, their hands lowering until they put their food down and rest them on the table. Both steadily grow glassy-eyed and heavy-lidded, even slumping a little in their chairs.\n\n"That's right, relax," you say in a soothing, even tone as you stand up and move around. You run a fingertip along the side and around the back of your father's neck, licking your lips a little at the sense of his pulse under your touch in passing. "Everything's good, so just sit there and take it easy." \n\n"Sit here and take it easy," they echo back to you faintly, your mother not so much as gasping as you reach around from behind her to squeeze her tits, pressing your nose in against her neck and inhaling. Yesss, that smells so fucking good, it's hard to resist the urge to bite here and now. But just as strong as that desire is the urge to make them tremble, make them fear, make them cum before. Mmm... you want both, but maybe you shouldn't divide your attention so fast. Pick one and go upstairs, yes? Leave the other down here while their daughter fucks their spouse. The thought makes you grin wickedly, sharp teeth brushing against your lower lip as they're bared.\n\nNow, which one to go upstairs with?\n\n<hr>\n[[Your mother.|GGLing1x4]]\n\n[[Your father.|GGLing]]

You can't believe this is happening, you simply weren't prepared for anything like this. You stand there stiff as a board, your lips hard and unmoving as Katrina's press against them, moving gently. But that movement slows, and she leans back some, looking at you in confusion... then something vaguely like horror comes over her face, before it turns into a soft, rueful laugh as she leans her forehead against yours.\n\n"What am I doing...?" she murmurs, closing her eyes. Then she steps back, murmuring, "Jamie, I am so sorry."\n\n"I... no, I mean, I..." you stammer, not certain what to say as she quickly turns and hurries away, disappearing back into the bathroom. She emerges a moment later dressed again, hefting her purse onto her shoulder. "I, I'm sorry, I-"\n\n"No, no," she says gently as she hurries over, cupping your cheek gently, her thumb brushing your skin, then adding another, firmer, "No. Jamie, it is I who am sorry. For... all of this," she adds, wincing a little, before giving you a sad smile. "You deserve better than this, sweet boy. I do not know what came over me, thinking to use you like this. You deserve... very much better."\n\nYou swallow, but can't seem to make yourself say anything. After a moment, she brushes her hand over your hair.\n\n"You stay here tonight. Watch whatever you like on the TV, order whatever you wish from room service. In the morning, ask the front desk to order you a taxi home... I will have it all paid for."\n\n"What... what about you?" you manage, your voice coming out in a whisper.\n\n"I... will return to Russia, for good this time." She takes in a deep breath through her nose, lets it rush out softly through slightly-parted lips. "I think that is for the best. On my way to the airport, I will call my friend at the courthouse and have the marriage annulled. It will never appear on the records. ... Thank you. For indulging my little evening of madness."\n\nKatrina hesitates a little, then leans forward to kiss you again... but this time on the forehead. "You really are a good boy. You deserve a good life, without this drama. Always believe that, hm? One last selfish request from your bride of a few hours, always believe that you deserve good things," she says, blue eyes twinkling despite the fact that her smile is still sad.\n\nYou watch as she turns and walks out of the door, and out of your life. You feel like you should have said more, done more, but nothing will come to mind. Instead, you just sit down to ponder what's trumped that weekend during spring break as the strangest day of your life.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|QOBro5bxEnd]]

"Let's go and meet the princess!" you answer, hurrying to catch up to Kio, the two of you setting off down the hallways.\n\nAs you take a lift down to the docking area, you actually get a view of the princess's escort out the viewport on the side. It's... well, you're not terribly surprised that it's gold and pyramid shaped, though it's a lower, flatter pyramid, with two long pontoon-like things... ah, you guess they're probably nacelles or something... coming out from the sides. It's hooked up to the very base of the larger pyramid of the queen's hip, and when the lift moves away from the outside it soon deposits you in a fairly large room where there's roughly a dozen other catpeople lined up, six to a side, near a large set of doors. You follow Kio as he moves to stand in the center of the aisle formed by the two groups, at the end closest to the doors.\n\n"... Hey, Kio," you whisper to him. "I didn't get to ask earlier, but... how come nobody working on this ship seems like they're out of their teens?"\n\n"Going out roaming in space is mostly something younger Bastians do when we're all excitable and adventurous," he whispers back. "Plus they're probably not as young as you think, Earth cat, once we're old enough to take care of ourselves our aging slows down a lot even without using outside methods."\n\n"Huh." You take a glance around again, then murmur, "It's mostly guys too, huh?"\n\n"Girls are bigger, stronger, and mature faster," Kio whispers back. "Plus they like to be in charge, so they're mostly in important administrative positions, or they're the really tough soldiers and guards. So us guys get to just flit around having fun and getting bossed. Oop, ssshhh, here she is!" he adds as a large, elaborate symbol appears on the front of the doors, before they slide open.\n\nIt's not exactly difficult to recognize Princess Bastarlet... she looks like a more slender, slightly shorter version of the queen. Her ears are a bit bigger and tail somewhat longer, and she's definitely smaller of breast and sleeker of hip, but other than a different shade of yellow eyes, the family resemblance is strong in these two. Her bodysuit is a bit darker, making it a bit more obvious she's not just covered by the silver disks over her nipples and clipping on a loincloth, and also has a long silvery cape attached at the shoulders. Like the queen's, her bodysuit also leaves her hands and feet uncovered, though the princess is wearing a pair of silver sandals with thin straps that go all the way up her thighs instead of going barefoot like her mother.\n\n"Princess, ma'am!" Kio chirps, ears perking up as he comes to attention, with you doing your best to match the posture. "Welcome aboard! Kio at your service!"\n\n"Yes, yes," Bastarlet says in an annoyed tone, waving off Kio's enthusiasm dismissively, causing his ears and tail to droop. "Here you are once again, one of my mother's favorite toys, though I've no idea why."\n\n"'Cause red kittens are the cutest!" Kio blurts happily, instantly perking back up and tucking his 'pawed' hands under his chin, winking at her and poking his tongue out... then flailing and giving a 'WAWAWAWAWA!' as the dignified Bastian princess instantly secures him in a headlock and starts viciously ruffling his hair.\n\n"Do not dare to say the word 'kitten' in front of me, you little shit, if you ever presume to give me a sibling I'll seal you in your suit and banish you to the Horsehead Nebula until your jaw doesn't work right!" she snarls, lips pulled away from her teeth and eyes flashing.\n\n"Wawawawawa I take my shot I TAKE MY SHOOOOOT!" Kio wails, writhing and whimpering in her grip, then giving a 'NYA!' as he's abruptly released and allowed to drop to the floor.\n\n"And you, you must be that fake Bastian from Earth," Bastarlet continues, as if she'd never stopped her dignified manner to chastise Kio, who's hopping to his feet behind her even now. The princess looks you up and down with a look of cool disapproval. "Hmph. A commoner among commoners. Well, since you apparently recognize Bastian superiority, I suppose that's a single point in your favor. If only a single point. Alright, is this what my mother is sending with us to assist in the conquest, hm?" she continues, resting her hands on her hips as she takes a quick look at the gathered crew. "Well, it will have to do. Luckily my Temple Guards will make up for any combat deficiency we might have on the ground with such a crew complement. All of you are to board and get right to work! Pilot, once you are at your station, cloak us and set course for Earth to establish orbit there! Toy, Fake, you will both accompany me to the war room!"\n\nGlancing at Kio a little dubiously, you nevertheless move to follow Bastarlet, though maintaining a 'respectful' distance. Leaning in to the other boy, you keep your voice at a whisper. "Er, are you okay?"\n\n"Hm? Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine, that's about standard whenever I run across the princess, heheh," Kio replies, poking his tongue out again while grinning.\n\n"So that's how Bastian girls 'boss' you?"\n\n"Nnnnnno that's mostly just her, like I said she's pretty aggressive even for a girl, y'know? I wouldn't mind it at all if she wasn't quite so rough, though." He pauses, putting a fingertip to his chin and tapping as he glances upward. "... Although it's okay if it's rough sometimes too... heheheheh," he snickers to himself, a rather goofy, perverted grin curving his lips.\n\n... Right, Kio may be pretty but it seems like being a toy of powerful women has left him a little perverted. Still, it'll be really rough if you have to deal with this haughty, rather meanspirited princess on this level for who knows how long. How to deal with her?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to establish dominance.|PalCat]]\n\n[[Plan a mutiny.|PalCat]]\n\n[[How about... ohhhh, I don't know... talking to her?|PalCat1x5]]

Well, there are certainly plenty of them walking around. Worldland seems to have both a really broad licensing deal and really openminded standards of what constitutes a good family theme park costume, because not only are there costumed girls from all sorts of movies, video games, and animated shows walking around, some of them are definitely on the daring side of what's generally considered proper to wear in public.\n\n<hr>\n[[Princess Jasmine|HLJasmine1x1]]\n\n[[Mai Shiranui.|HLMai1x1]]\n\n[[Sailor Mars.|HLSenshi1x1]]

Hm, why beat around the bush? You simply stare at the two of them, and watch as their eyes gradually go glassy and their shoulders slump as they relax in place, eyelids drooping a little.\n\nSmiling, you rise from your desk and circle around the pair, looking them over. Very cute. The question is, what to do with them? With them like this you can essentially bend them to your will, and you're fairly certain that you could essentially reprogram them as you like. But what to do, what to do?\n\nWell, they're fairly popular. You could use them to [[affect changes on the rest of the students|HelenJP]]. It might come at the expense of their own studies and such, but the uptick it would get from the rest of the student body would likely make up for it.\n\nYou could do a bit of changing to make them [[more passionate about their own studies|HelenJP1x9]]. Perhaps a bit of subliminal training to make them link a desire for academic excellence with a desire for sex?\n\nOr you could just turn them into your [[fucktoys|HelenJP]]. Not exactly the best use of a resource, but you could always justify it by saying that <i>somebody</i> needs to take care of this enhanced libido of yours on a regular basis!

By the time you arrive in Valisgrad, you're fairly sure that you and Amanda have had a cheating-inspired threesome or moresome with practically every member of the caravan. Luckily most of them know how to keep their mouths shut when they get back, or at least not name names. Still, a few rumors get started about Amanda's proclivities, and you take a lot of the blame.\n\nHer parents don't exactly like you or what's become of their daughter since she hooked up with you, but she obviously loves you and you did save her, so they politely tolerate your presence in their home. Of course at least once a week you discover that Amanda is nowhere to be found in the house, and have to go tracking her down. You inevitably find her with another man's cock up her ass or stuffed down her throat, with her giving you that eager look with her eyes as if to say 'What took you so long?'\n\nIt's not exactly the most romantic or healthy of lifestyles, but you make it work. There's a lot of love and good normal screwing in between the times you find her in bed with some other guy and leap into the fray to hatefuck her. The reputation it garners Amanda means she'll never succeed her father as the local noble, but eh, that'd probably just take time away from your little games. The two of you live together for a long, long time, and when age eventually settles you both down, you have a nice, "normal" relationship.\n\n<b>Shemale Barbarian</b> end - <i>Amanda, the cheating sweetheart</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Um, gee, maybe I shouldn't have told Amanda "no sex"...|ShemaleBarbarian3x23]]\n\n[[Well that was interesting! Let's see what other stuff I can do as a shemale barbarian!|ShemaleBarbarianStart]]\n\n[[Let's just start over from the beginning.|CharGenMain]]

"Listen, this is a bad place to go over this. Don't want anyone to overhear, right?" At her frantic headshaking, you grin. "Right, exactly. So when's your next day off?"\n\n"T-tomorrow," she whispers, now staring down at her shoes as if afraid of looking at your face.\n\n"Good. We'll meet at, say, your place. About ten in the morning. So! ... Address?"\n\nYou have to admit to getting off on the powertrip a little bit of listening to her obediently rattle off her address, which you record in your phone. Bidding her a cheerful goodbye, you turn and head out, deciding to catch an afternoon movie before returning home. Your cheer at your newfound power over one of the school's elite lets you keep up a bright manner once you get home, though admittedly it's bolstered by the fact that you could fairly easily do the same thing to your father if necessary. The whole matter of his infidelity just seems secondary to what it's enabled, at this point... honestly, you're half wondering how you could manage to repeat this process with some of the other girls he apparently fucks from time to time.\n\nThe next morning, you shower and select actually clean clothes before heading over to Karen's. Don't want to look grungy in front of your new "friend"! You follow your phone's walking GPS directions to the address, and admit to being impressed as it comes into view... dang, and she's working in the phone store? She must either be doing it just because her parents demanded that she get <i>some</i> sort of job, or she's just really dilligent about earning her own spending money, or something.\n\nThis definitely bodes well for a lot of possibilities. You trot up to the door and ring the bell, wondering if a maid or a butler or someone will answer. (Which may be being slightly unfair... you live in a really nice two-story house too, which some of your own friends have jokingly called a 'mansion', but you still have to answer your own door.) Indeed, when the door opens, it's a scowling Karen that does so, wearing a pair of denim cutoffs and a white shirt capped with blue at the shoulders. She's obviously had a night to brood on her situation and has found a little spine, since she glares openly at you before stepping back and gesturing. "Come in. I guess."\n\n"Thankya," you chirp cheerfully, imagining you can hear her teeth grinding together at your apparent happiness. You stop in the foyer and glance around. "So, your parents around, or...?"\n\n"They're out for the day," she grumbles, closing the door and folding her arms over her fairly generous chest, still glaring at you.\n\n"Works for me. Why don't we go on up to your room?"\n\nShe looks like she's thinking about refusing, but after a moment just sighs and turns to head up the stairs, with you tagging along behind her. She shows you the way to a room that, well, is much girlier than yours. Not like pink ruffles everywhere and a princess bed, but it does have a hot pink Macbook on a fairly standard wooden desk with a big mirror with printouts of selfies of her and her friends taped to it, stuffed animals arranged on top of the dresser, the bedspread's all floral and immaculately made, stuff like that. Without being invited, you walk over to sit down on the side of the bed and toe out of your sneakers, pretending not to notice her glowering at you.\n\n"So when you've gotten... whatever you want," she starts slowly. "You'll, like... you'll delete that video, right?" She looks away, her face coloring.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, once she's made good on your demands, you'll get rid of the video.|GGKaren]]\n\n[[Nope, never.|GGParent3x6]]

"W-what?!" Candy squeaks, eyes going wide.\n\n"Ooooo, yeah, I wanna see it too!" Nyalter suddenly joins in, eyes sparkling as she leans over. "I knew it would look good but it would be great to actually see it!"\n\n"The Owner does make very lovely and aesthetic cocks," Atalanta throws in. "It's always nice to see them 'in the wild' as it were."\n\n"Honestly I'm kind of fascinated just to see it, you're already such a lewd succubus right now, it's gotta be a hell of a thing to see you with a cock, too," you chime in.\n\n"But... but... but..." Candy looks around at all three of you, as if hoping one will relent... then sighs and hangs her head. "... Fine. But not <i>here</i>, okay?!"\n\n"Certainly, there are private rooms up that set of stairs there," Atalanta notes, pointing over at a staircase with a sign attached showing Lizzie's face making smoochy-lips. \n\nCandy follows along after the cat twins with you bringing up the rear, acting more like she's being marched to an execution than... well, this. But Cody was always the shy sort, you muse, and the Candy costume seems to have only exacerbated that. The room Atalanta leads everyone to isn't terribly big, and is clearly set up as a party 'fuck room' since there isn't a lot in it but the bed, some chairs, and a dresser with various cleanup materials (and some dildos and lube bottles too, looks like). "Do I really have t-" Candy asks as she turns, then sighs as she sees all three of you are still staring at her. "... Fine."\n\nBlushing and looking aside, she lifts up the front of her skirt. And indeed, contained in white satin panties is a very impressive bulge... a heavy press downward of large balls, and the slight jut of the shaft above them... which, from the way the head's pressing out against the fabric, indicates that despite all the blushing and protests, your friend is getting a bit turned-on by all of this. "Th-there, see?! Happy?!"\n\n"Hey, obviously we wanna actually see it," Nyalter literally purrs as she slips forward, Atalanta doing the same from the other side.\n\n"Yes, though it looks quite lovely in those panties, the point was to see it directly."\n\n"H-hey!" the pink-haired succubus squeals as the catgirls both hook their fingers into the waistband of her panties and pull them down. There's just a bit of a spring and a wobble of the shaft as it's freed from the satin, showing that yes she has indeed gotten almost half-hard. And you have to admit, what Atalanta said holds true, it's a <i>very</i> pretty cock. Hairless, smooth, not a blemish in sight, balls that look soft and smooth to the touch despite their size, silky-looking skin... definitely a rather pretty penis worthy of being called a girldick, some slightly dissociated part of your brain observes.\n\nConsidering, though, you're not terribly surprised when the sisters lean in and start dragging their tongues over that lovely cock and those hefty smooth balls, Candy letting out another squeal of surprise that turns into a moan. "A-ah... ah, they're... they're kind of rough," she whimpers softly, though from the way her shaft is rapidly hardening that's clearly not entirely a bad thing. She wiggles and squirms in place, still holding up her skirt as the catgirl duo kisses and licks at her, Nyalter sucking one of her balls into her mouth and Atalanta the other, both of them looking up at the succubus intently... though from this angle you're not sure if they're looking at her cute, blushing, moaning face, or her lewd, big, wobbling tits.\n\n<hr>\n[[Join in.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Enjoy the show.|BuddyFHP]]

Sunlight is definitely very, very overrated. Maybe you'll emerge once the giant hovering Eye of Sauron out there has slunk back below the horizon, but not before. Turning your attention back to the monitor, you ignore the slight ache in your eyes and consider your options.\n\n[[Play an MMO|GGCompMMOStart]] - You've got a few installed, and you've also got a beta invite sitting around that you haven't even used yet. But then again, betas are always so full of newbs... (Er... well, y'know.)\n\n[[Browse DeviList|GGDLStart]] - Sort of a local version of CraigsList. Has stuff for sale (could always try buying something to briefly alleviate your boredom), job offers (could always make some money so you could afford to buy something nicer that would alleviate your boredom for a bit longer), activity notifications (could find something for you and your friends to collectively alleviate your boredom), and so on.\n\n[[Check your email|GGComp1x1]] - Oh, right, you haven't done that in a day or two. Could always be something interesting in there. The internet is a wonderful and interesting place after all! (Haha no it's not.)\n\n[[Browse porn|GGPornStart]] - Huh? What are these links doing here? Oh my stars! But you're a <i>girl</i>, you don't look at nasty gross stuff like <i>porn</i>, that's for those horny icky boys who... pffffffffffffthahahahahaha okay okay, what'll it be today, 'Gangbang Bitches 17' or 'Take Them From Behind!'?\n\n[[Kill time|GGParentStart]] - There's always good old-fashioned chronocide. Messing around with simple games, browsing timesink websites, etc. Maybe eventually something to do will just jump out at you.

"I think the library sounds like a good idea, there really weren't many reliable sources that I could find on the internet for the town's real history," you announce thoughtfully.\n\n"Great! While you do that, the rest of us can check out that old mission!" Ted chirps excitedly, walking over and snagging one of the brochures, ignoring the little plastic bin with a slot cut in the lid (labeled "Donations appreciated") sitting on the same table.\n\n"Iiii think I'll go with Wilma," Tanya says in a bemused tone, sidling a bit closer to you. You're pretty sure that she's motivated more by the fact that she doesn't want to hear her brother's thoughts on organized religion and indigenous tribes, but it's not like you can blame her. "Don't want to leave her all by herself, after all."\n\n"Though women are of course equal to men in every way, you two girls definitely shouldn't be left alone in a strange town," Ted replies, frowning just a bit. "You'd better take Woolly with you, just in case."\n\n"Awwww, <i>man</i>," Skinny groans, hanging his head. Not only is he doomed to walk through the woods in search of a possibly haunted mission, he's now apparently going to have to do so without his best friend/security blanket.\n\nAnd so a few minutes later you're walking down the sidewalk, Tanya on one side and Woolly just behind, the massive dog making faint *chuff* noises every so often. You reach back and ruffle his head, and have to admit that you do feel better with him along... when paired with Skinny he can act quite the coward too, on his own he's actually quite the guardian beast. And you certainly feel more bolstered by his presence when you see the public library. It's surprisingly large for such a small town, perhaps built during some sort of boom period. Made of dark stone and with faintly gothic architecture, there's even a large, dark metal gargoyle sculpture squatted over the entry arc, its demonic visage gazing down towards entrants, one clawed hand reaching out either in welcome or menace, you're not entirely sure.\n\n"Brrr! What a place," Tanya observes, dramatically gripping her bare shoulders and giving an obvious shiver. "Hard to believe some nice little old church lady hasn't hooked a chain to the back of her Buick and dragged that thing down."\n\n"Well, people tend to accept things they grow up with without really thinking about them," you reply, mostly just thinking out loud. "Or it's the sort of thing that someone complains about in town hall meetings every so often but no one ever actually wants to do anything about it."\n\n"Guess you're right." Tanya definitely doesn't look up as the two of you pass beneath the gargoyle's outstretched hand, and you find you don't really want to either, relieved when you pass through the door and can pause to hold it open for Woolly, safely out of the gargoyle's... er, sight.\n\n"Hello?" you call, your voice seeming both larger and smaller as it's swallowed up by the large room and bookshelves. You stare at the massive, vacant set of wooden desks at the front of the area, then shrug. "I guess during the night they keep people on the honor system."\n\n"Well I doubt they're exactly keeping first editions in here," Tanya says with a little snicker, walking over to one of the racks and eyeing the spines. Then she leans in and squints a bit, adding in a bemused tone, "Then again."\n\n"In a place like this, there could be a lot of interesting locally-published books with very limited runs." Your inner research nerd is really getting excited now, putting a chipper tone in your voice as you head over to an impressively-sized card catalog. "There's probably a lot about all those rumors and if there's anything to them!"\n\n"Right, I'll... go look too," Tanya murmurs, wandering off, most likely in search of vending machines and a magazine rack rather than research. Oh well, that's mostly to be expected. Woolly, at least, continues to follow you around loyally as you wander around the library, tracking down different books as your research leads you here and there. Strange, you wouldn't have immediately realized most of these were tied to the area, and it really doesn't make sense why they're shelved in such different sections so far away from each other. Eventually, though, you collect together a number of volumes that are apparently related to the strange events in the area.\n\nOne of the books is called <i>[[The Anthem of Canisaru Casru|WilmaLibrary1x1]]</i>, and is apparently about some sort of nature deity that supposedly inhabits the woods nearby. Another is titled <i>[[Animus Vox|WilmaLibrary2x1]]</i>, and seems to be about a cult that chanted to statues, or something, you weren't entirely sure from the summary you read. Then there's <i>[[The Necessity of Change|WilmaLibrary3x1]]</i>, which sounds more like a self-help book than something related to a cult, but it is a pretty weighty old volume. And finally there's one simply called <i>[[Infernal|WilmaLibrary]]</i>, which isn't exactly fascinating on it's own, except for the fact that it seems to be hand-bound and written... a true one-of-a-kind! All of them should be fascinating reading, but which one to start with...?

You decide to check out Deviville's latest "urban renewal" or whatever they want to call it. They spent all that money, may as well see what they spent it on.\n\nAs you expected, it's a lot of whites and tans. Honestly a lot of the stylings make most of the storefronts look sort of like sized-up dollhouses, with their unnecessary white columns and beige or pastel stucco. There's lots of "precious" little places like 'Marjorie's Bridal' with lacy white curtains in the window or 'Sweetie's Tea' with colorful teacups painted on the glass. Basically a lot of stuff that's destined to look dated and tired within the decade and make the streets look less like "big city shopping" and more like "little town trying too hard". Way to go, Deviville city council. Oh well, at least it's not all bad... you can spot a few places that look like they're worth checking out anyway.\n\n<b>[[Tandy's Candy|GGCandyStart]]</b> - Catchy, if a little cutesy. Still, the front window is taken up almost entirely by large displays of shiny candy, and the markerboard outside promises multiple sorts of confection at grand opening prices. Tempting, tempting.\n\n<b>[[Lingerie For All Occasions|GGLingStart]]</b> - Hm. Some of your stuff has been getting a little bit worn and... well, worn <i>through</i> in a few places, honestly. And from the display in the window it looks like it's not all about the granny panties and orthopedic bras that you might expect from the frou-frou look of the storefronts.\n\n<b>[[Art de Triumph|GGArtStart]]</b> - Some sort of art gallery, it looks like. Pretty big place, practically a small art museum. Your own taste in art tends to run more towards game posters and anime wall scrolls, but it's probably air-conditioned as well as cultured inside, nice way to kill some time probably.

Deciding to just wander around the store and see if anything looks tempting enough to buy, you meander up and down the aisles, peering into the plastic bins and tubes full of their rainbow of confections. This place doesn't seem all that different from other, similar stores you've been in except in two ways... it's absolutely, spotlessly clean, all the containers shining and still transparent as if they'd only been put in and filled yesterday, and the selection is quite impressive. Actually you're not quite sure how this place fits so many aisles and containers, it doesn't look all that big from the front. Maybe the shops on either side are actually smaller than they look or something.\n\nIn any event, you notice that several of the bins have little stickers on the fronts of them proclaiming 'Special!' Probably means they're on sale or something, though you do notice that they're also slightly odd about their type or spelling, like the fact that the Milk Duds are capitalized 'MILK Duds'. Anyway, snagging a scoop or two of one of those is probably enough for your visit... after that you can always call up a friend to share with and ride the sugar high to enjoying hanging out.\n\n<hr>\n[[MILK Duds.|GGCandyPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Gummi People.|GGCandy6x1]]\n\n[[Jolly Robots.|GGCandyPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Spike & Ike's Blue Candy.|GGCandy2x1]]\n\n[[Melty Chocolate Funballs.|GGCandyPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Assortment.|GGCandyPlaceholder]]

The girl seems like a good option. As noted, no pregnancy risk, people are less likely to be suspicious of two females spending a lot of time together, and she lives right down the street. You focus on that entry in the journal, and your wings reflexively give a flutter, and you find yourself standing in a bedroom instead of a kitchen. It's a bit messy, and a glance around shows that the style and aesthetic are a bit on the punk side. It sort of reminds you of Maya's room, just shaded towards 'metal' instead of 'broody' as far as music and aesthetics go. You also see your target flopped in a chair, eyes closed and a pair of catear headphones on, the light-up portions of them flickering quickly in time with the mostly inaudible music.\n\n'Katalina Everman,' you note, glancing through the book. Pretty girl, nice body, somewhat messy hair partially piled on her head in a loose bun, green eyes, her own little beauty mark under one eye. Currently wearing a baggy black turtleneck sweater and jeans with a rip high on the back of one thigh, with fishnet stockings underneath. Parents are hardly ever home (another reason she was picked), mostly straight but mildly bi-curious, not much direction in life (another reason she was picked, apparently since she hasn't made any plans you're less likely to derail anything by having her "help"). And apparently one of the biggest reasons she was picked was... her ass. Sarah herself is apparently something like 99% only interested in guys, but every time she's found herself even a little tempted by a girl it was because of their butt, and Katalina apparently has the exact sort of girlbutt that makes Sarah bite her lip. Well, okay then.\n\nTaking a breath, you close your eyes and let go, toppling forward towards the sitting girl. You're abruptly aware of the loud music blaring in your ears, and open your eyes to look around from Kat's perspective. The room now seems somehow more... dull... to you. Well, that's probably your host's perceptions, she sees this every day, she's probably a little numb to it. Actually she seems a little numb in general. There's a distinct malaise in here... eesh, maybe you'll be doing both Sarah and Kat a favor with this. A bit curious, you shut off the music, letting Kat's habits plug in the headphones to recharge before you get up and head over to a mirror in the room. Feeling a little embarrassed all the same, you turn around and then look over your shoulder to examine the reflection.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/ezKkgNZ.jpg?1>\n\n'This is the butt that's gonna preserve some important destiny, huh?' you think. Seems a lot of pressure to rest upon that pantyline. At least Kat isn't aware of your thoughts or trepidation, you get the sense she'd probably freak out and shut down, leaving you to run things entirely, which would probably be bad. You're gonna need at least her downtime cooperation so that no one notices something's weird.\n\nAnyway, you need to figure out how to hook Kat up as Sarah's side piece. You consider the journal, and find that you're aware of a number of references and possibilities it had listed, even though you're not physically holding it anymore. The first and most long-term option is to [[become friends|ChJa]] with Sarah and then gradually evolve things from there. After all, the main thrust of the mission is that she still be married to her husband in ten years, but also happy and sexually satisfied. As long as you hook up with her before her marriage is beyond the point of no return (which shouldn't be for awhile yet), there's no rush.\n\nYou could also try to [[seduce her|ChJa]]. Also possibly a non-immediate path, but definitely one with a more direct route to sex, and therefore to satisfying Sarah. You do have the secret weapon of Sarah's favorite girlbutt... showing it off in the right ways could have Sarah and you entwined in lesbian lovemaking before the month is out at the very least.\n\nOr you could always [[be direct|ChJa]]. Come up with some method to present sex to her as something she can have here and now, consequence-free. It would be the fastest and possibly easiest path... of course, it would keep Sarah and Kat's relationship strictly sexual, pretty much, but then again that could be a benefit depending on how you look at it.

"Hm, alright, tell you what. I'll check back on you in, oh, say... a century or so," you decide, snickering. "If you've been a good little elf-slut and earned as much as you can every day, maaaaybe I'll let you earn the rest with some sort of... I don't know, work-release program," you declare as you saunter out.\n\n"Wait, waaaaait!" Chocola calls desperately as you head out the door, even as she makes a whimpery noise that says she's cumming all over the dwarf's cock.\n\n<img src="images/2cl.png" "alt=Title card reading Two Centuries Later">\n\nYou yawn, rolling your shoulders as you awaken in the slender sleeping pod you've designed. An armature has already moved to start giving your morning hardon a handjob with the attached onahole, and you idly reach over and order a cup of coffee from the bedside dispensor as you watch it. You call up a newsfeed to be projected above you as you sip your coffee and get your dick stroked, flicking through stories and cumming twice before you decide you're fully ready to start your day. Let's see... silver panties, specially designed to show off your cock, a black pleated skirt, black stockings that bare your heels and toes, and this morning theeee zip-up vest top with glowing green hexagons and the witch hat with the matching holographic green hexagon band. There, stylish! You saunter over towards your workstation, yawning just a bit again as you settle down. "Good morning, Mavis."\n\n"Good morning, ma'am," the AI answers from the speakers. "How was your sleep?"\n\n"Just fine, thank you. Mm, though I think the pumping action on the onahole arm is starting to get boring, if I'm honest, I just don't get..." You flick a hand around in the air a few times. "<i>Excited</i> anymore waking up to it. You know what, later on let's work on a new subroutine for you, and from now on you'll control that function in the mornings."\n\n"Of course ma'am, I'd be delighted to take over your morning endorphin rush. If I may, I also have several suggestions on improving the onahole armature that could be implemented at the same time."\n\nYou sigh warmly as you bring up your itinerary on the screen. "Oh, Mavis, what did I ever do before you came along?"\n\n"Programmed your own coffee and jerked yourself off, I dare say, ma'am."\n\nChuckling, you skim over the list, then mm. "Hey, what's this, 'hook up apocalypse-proof shell'?"\n\n"Ah, yes, ma'am, that relates to one of your rather more antique soul traps, an 'Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game'. Its connection to your current systems are due to become obsolete next year. Since it contains a relatively paltry amount of souls, it could probably safely be discarded, but since you indicated that it had 'sentimental value' I instead ordered one of the new apocalypse-proof shells to place it inside and hook it up through."\n\n"Sentimental val-... oh! Oh that one! Oh absolutely, yes, that's my very first." You sigh nostalgically at the memories, then mm. "You know what, let's go ahead and do that first, then I want to dive in and take a look around."\n\n"Yes ma'am, certainly. I'll have everything prepared and in work lab three by the time you've finished breakfast. Breakfast this morning is pork belly and eggs with salsa."\n\n"Real pork belly?" you ask hopefully as you get up and head to the table.\n\n"Vat-grown, ma'am, there's been a disruption in trade lines with the farms and I'm afraid 'authentic' meat is currently unavailable at any price."\n\n"Ah well," you sigh, shrugging. "It all tastes the same, I just can't get over some of my 21st century hangups, you know?"\n\n"Yes ma'am, I know."\n\nOnce breakfast has been completed and you've gone through the really fairly minimalist task of hooking the server up into its new sleek black box of a home, and then hooking that into your systems. Then you settle into a VR rig chair and pull the helmet on, getting yourself comfy before declaring, "Link on."\n\nSoon you find yourself standing in the rather plastic-looking scenery, looking around at, well, your own private MMO server, entirely devoid of player characters. "Whew, flashback smoke, don't breathe this," you muse aloud as you wander along, giggling to yourself as the words appear in a text balloon over your head, and laughing even more when your giggling gets rendered as 'Teeheehee!' above you. "Oh this is charming as hell, I could spend all day in here! ... Hm, actually, wasn't there something...?" You try to recall as you meander around the road, before your face lights up. "Oh that's right! I put a brothel in the beginner town! Gee, wonder how that's doing?"\n\nDeciding that of course you're going to see, you make your way to Kinshire, pausing briefly to look around and remind yourself which of the buildings it is. Well, the moaning and lewd slapping noises coming from the open windows on the second story help. You saunter in through the doorway and take a look around at the lobby. The only person around is a brown-skinned elf wearing sparkly silver stockings similar in style to the ones you were wearing in the real world, as well as matching glove-sleeves and a silver corset-like garment around her middle. She's sitting in one of the chairs, one leg folded over the other and a bored expression on her face as she examines her nails, before glancing up and sighing. "Hello, how may I pleasure you to-" she starts to say in a flat voice, before blinking. Then she leaps to her feet, large brown breasts jiggling as she points at you dramatically, jaw dropped. "YOU!"\n\n"Hi, Chocola," you answer with a smirk.\n\n"Agh! I am <i>not</i> Chocola!" she snaps back, stomping a foot and causing more jiggles, a generic annoyed elf face appearing at the end of her text bubble. "My name is...!" She trails off, opening and closing her mouth a few times, before sighing and slumping her shoulders. "... Whatever, I guess I'm Chocola."\n\n"There there, dear," you coo, walking over and patting her on the head, the elf giving you a sour expression in return. "I told you I'd come back and check in on you, didn't I?"\n\n"It's... it's really been a century?" she whispers, trembling visibly.\n\n"... Something like that, sure," you answer, tilting your head and shrugging as you glance off to the side.\n\n"I know it's been a long time. I mean..." She sniffles a little, rubbing her face with both hands, which incidentally makes her bare tits jiggle. "I mean, I can barely remember any life other than this, I know there was stuff before this, but... but it's lonely, there's not even any other players anymore, just NPCs, and it's like the same thirty or so of them with the same preprogrammed lines, wanting the same sex stuff every time, and I... and I just start saying the same stuff too, and..."\n\nYou do feel a little pang as she says all that. Not necessarily feeling bad for trapping her here, after all it is sort of what you do. More for being faced with how <i>bored</i> she's apparently been for so long, which is a bit anithetical to your whole deal. Trapping someone in an endless sex dungeon is one thing, but a <i>boring</i> sex dungeon? Ew. "Alright, alright, I can see you've worked hard. Tell you what, let's get you out of here," you say, patting her head again.\n\n"R-really?!" she perks up, then narrows her eyes suspiciously. "H-hey, when you say 'out of here', do you mean just this brothel, or do you mean back to the real world...?"\n\nThat actually makes you consider. The real world has changed a lot, after all... just turning someone who can barely remember anything other than being a whore in an MMO out into it would be just plain mean. You're a wicked witch, not an outright cruel one. So you suppose you could just give her a better life here in the world she knows, one she'd be happy with. Or you could bring her out but keep her in your employ... as a sex slave, or one of your agents, maybe.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give her a happy in-game life.|GGVW]]\n\n[[Make her a sex slave.|GGVW]]\n\n[[Make her an agent.|GGChocola1x1]]

"Hey, tell you what," you says. "How about I let you EARN that 1000 gold?" You lean forward and give your shoulders a shake, making your big plastic-skinned boobs wobble and shake energetically. Which should be pretty impressive since that's slightly too blatant an emote even for this game.\n\nWhere you got such an animation seems to be the furthest thing from the elf's player's mind though, as you quickly get an "okay!" Giggling a bit (which gets rendered, slightly annoyingly, as 'Teehee!' in your text bubble), you turn and lead the way, the elf hurrying behind you. 1000 gold and all they have to do is some lesbian textual intercourse? Admittedly you'd probably chomp at the offer too in his shoes.\n\nYou lead the way to one of the few buildings in the starter town, pushing open the door and stepping inside. "oh hey when did this get an interior??" the elf asks as they follow within a few inches, pausing only briefly to obviously eye (and probably screenshot) the scantily-clad demoness behind the counter.\n\n"It's new for this server," you answer honestly enough as you lead the way upstairs and to one of the rooms. "Okay, gimme just a minute and I'll be ready," you inform the elf, feeling the eagerness pouring off of her despite the generic fixed smirk on her face. You actually need to set up more than just the obvious for what's about to happen, unable to help grinning like a fiend as you ready the various prepared spell programs you created ahead of time. "Aaaaand... done!" you announce.\n\nThe elf instantly staggers forward a half-step, dropping out of the controlled 'at rest' stance and no longer moving in the preanimated motions used by game avatars. "Huh?! What the heck?!" she yelps, raising her hands to stare at them, then looking down and grabbing at her shiny brown boobs. "N-no way! This can't be real! I-!"\n\n"You wanted to earn that 1000 gold, right?" you ask cheerfully, her head snapping up to look at you, purple eyes widening since she can now obviously hear your voice. "So I've found a job for you!"\n\nAlmost the moment you finish speaking, a dwarf NPC in full plate comes clomping into the room, letting out a gruff 'Harrumph' before declaring, "Alright then, I don't have all day, gotta get this taken care of so I can get back to business!" He pulls away the codpiece of his armor, a rather impressive shaft and balls almost hidden in a thick mat of hair dropping free, his cock quickly rising up and jutting out in front of him. "Get to sucking, whore!"\n\n"WHAT?!" The elf yelps, before dropping onto all fours and crawling towards the dwarf. There's a near-panicked look in her eyes as her body obviously moves without any input from her, unable to do anything but give a mildly protesting 'MMF!' as she slides the tip of the dwarf's prick into her mouth and rolls her tongue around it. Then she slips to the side, lips sliding along his shaft and nuzzling into the hair around his balls. "I-I can't-!"\n\n"And how are you enjoying your visit to Kinshire Brothel, sir?" you ask pleasantly as you use one hand to shove the elf's head forward against the dwarf's hairy, no doubt sweaty, musky balls to muffle her, using your other hand to rip off the rather uninspired brown panties she's wearing, revealing a plastic-textured and slightly lacking-in-detail pucker and pussy. "First time?" you add in a genial customer service tone as you also rip off the tubetop bra, making the elf's perky, shiny brown tits jiggle and revealing darker brown nipples.\n\n"Aye. Eh's alright," the dwarf grunts noncommitally as you take your hand away, the elf immediately returning to dragging her tongue up his shaft, flicking it over the tip before starting to suckle around the edge of the head, wide purple eyes showing she's not in control of a bit of it. "But I'm in a hurry, can ya have her get to business!"\n\n"Of course, sir, all our whores are enchanted with obedience spells to make sure they always do exactly what the customer desires," you chirp as you straighten up. "Chocola here is just new," you add with a smirk, the namebar floating above the elf changing from 'CuteElf420' to 'Chocola'... and from player white to NPC green. "Chocola, you fuck your throat on the customer's prick this instant!"\n\nThere's another intense moment of panic on the elf's face before she's forced to obey, shoving her mouth forward on the dwarf's massive prick and forcing it down as far as it will go, her slender, shiny throat bulging up to about the halfway point. Then she begins rocking back and forth hard and fast, shiny ass shaking in the air and perky plasticy tits wibbling underneath her as she fucks her face forward on the paladin's prick. Her eyes roll up in her head and her body trembles, the 'Air remaining' bar popping up below her namebar, but she can't stop herself from continuing to fuck her throat on the dwarf's huge cock. After a few moments the dwarf grunts, his large, gauntleted hand grabbing the back of her head and shoving her face forward into the thick red hair around her crotch. She twitches as he blasts his load into her belly, her eyes rolled almost completely up. The 'Air remaining' bar is almost entirely black before he lets her go and she yanks back, gasping and coughing.\n\n"Aye, that was alright enough, s'pose one more before I head back out," the dwarf grunts, moving over to lay down on the bed still wearing most of his armor, still-hard cock jutting up in the air. "Alright then, whore elf, ride me. And do that thing where you put your hands behind your head and jut your chest out, I like that."\n\n"Wha-" Chocola rasps, still catching her breath even as her body starts moving on its own, clambering up onto the bed and swinging to stand with her feet on either side of the dwarf. She clearly gets her wits back as she starts to squat down, hands moving behind her head, because she looks down with wide eyes. "H-hey, no way! No, you can't make me do that!" she yelps, even as her body smoothly and professionally brings her pussy down to rest against the tip of his prick and rolling her hips around a bit. "I'm a guy, you can't make me put-!"\n\nThen her legs move, dropping her down, the massive length essentially disappearing into that shiny elven pussy in a single motion, though the bulge in her flat plasticene belly definitely shows that it's in there. Her eyes instantly roll up again, but this time it looks more like pleasure (or at least intensity of sensation), her tongue jutting out some along with it. Drool starts running down her chin as she begins working her knees and feet, energetically bouncing up and down on the paladin's fat prick, working her hips with her shoulders leaned back to move her pussy on his cock and shake her tits at him. "-a cock in my pussy, there's a cock in my pussy, I'm a guy but a fucking cock's fucking my pussy, ah, ah, ah!" she squeals, barely coherent and growing less so as she continues to work herself on her customer's cock. \n\nDespite the dwarf's assertation to be in a hurry, it still takes about ten minutes of him laying there, gauntleted hands behind his head and watching Chocola writhe and buck on top of him like the most athletic, enthusiastic whore, all the while babbling about how she's a guy but she's coming from a cock fucking her pussy, with an expression that might be called 'mildly interested' on his face. Eventually though he grunts, and you watch as Chocola starts twitching and bucking her hips on top of him, squealing loudly as she cums again, this time from being used as a cum dump. Apparently obeying an unspoken command this time, she rises up off of his cock, then thuds onto her back on the bed beside him, twitching and trembling as cum dribbles out of her spread pussy.\n\n"Ver' good, would recommend to friends," the dwarf grunts offhandedly as he rises and reequips his codpiece, then drops a pair of copper pieces on the dresser before walking out.\n\n"Mm, so let's seeeee," you say thoughtfully, having been stroking your own cock exquisitely slowly the entire time you watched Chocola unwillingly riding the dwarf like a pro. You come to stand on her side of the bed, leaving your cock looming in the vision of her face. "One copper piece per load dumped in you, we'll assume if you work hard you can average, oh... 200 copper a day? 100 copper per silver, 1000 silver per gold, that's... 730 years or so, by my quick calculations, until you have enough saved up to pay to transfer to your other character," you explain cheerfully. "If you keep working hard, Chocola!"\n\n"N-no," she groans, even as she twitches again with a little aftershock orgasm. "I'm Brandon... Brandon, not Chocola... please... have mercy..."\n\n<hr>\n[["Too bad!"|GGVW1x1EndA]]\n\n[["Wellll... maybe a little."|GGVW1x2]]

That's right, you need to see at least a little more of this. Specifically because...\n\n<hr>\n[[You need evidence.|GGParentPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You need blackmail material.|GGParent3x2]]\n\n[[It's hot!|GGParentPlaceholder]]

Best not to get distracted by creature comforts. Not when it looks like there's nothing particularly valuable here... well, nothing you wouldn't have to pry up and then figure how to carry out of here. Maybe if you come up empty on the rest of the place you'll get that desperate.\n\nYou head into the hallway, glancing around for any sign of more traps, and not seeing any so far... either they're extremely well-hidden, or your mystery wizard didn't think anyone could get by the one on the front door. Still, you're a bit cautious as you approach doorways, peeking under the cracks with your mirror. The mirror isn't the best, so you can only make out vague impressions of what might be inside, enough to give you a general idea of what each room is. Further on, the hallway slopes downward a little, and you can faintly hear the sound of dripping water and see the flicker of light playing off of a liquid surface. So some sort of, what, grotto? Heh, maybe that's where 'Heff' keeps the bunnies.\n\nAlright. You think you've got an idea what the options are, at least the ones likely to yield something useful. You'll check out the...\n\n<hr>\n[[Bathroom.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Bedroom.|GGRogue10x1]]\n\n[[Storeroom.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Lab.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Nursery?|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Grotto.|GGRogue1x10]]

Hm. Better safe than sorry. Or at least as safe as breaking and entering in the lair of an unknown dark wizard can get. You unstopper the blue potion first and swig it down quickly, then do the same with the green one. Immediately you feel your thoughts grow quicker, the seemingly instinctive knowledge of your body coming faster, more naturally and without any pause for you to think about it. Your hands move faster, more precisely as you again take up your tools and go to work, diving between some runes and snipping off others so quickly and efficiently it's as if you're doing it on autopilot.\n\nAfter only five minutes, the glowing magic dims and the lock clicks open. Pushing up the goggles, you slide open the door, peering into the dim area beyond, your green eyes piercing the low light and picking out a well-appointed room. Then you notice something on the wall, and slip the goggles back down. After a moment of examining the spells attached to it, you're surprised to find it's exactly what it looks like... a lightswitch. Well, it's shaped more like a miniature lever, but it's definitely connected to nothing but a light spell. You flick it on, and the room lights up, the lightball created by magic flickering into existence inside a textured glass globe.\n\nIt... looks more like something from your world than this one. Actually, it honestly looks like some sort of "ultramodern" seventies bachelor pad, with several egg chairs, a big overstuffed blue cloth couch and matching chair, thick red carpet on the floor, even a bar area with... yeah, that's definitely some sort of minifridge! You'd think you were in an Austin Powers movie instead of a cave, though you have to admit a shag pad in a cave kind of fits with those movies. You look around the room as you walk along... there's even some sort of big crystal screen mounted on one wall, which you guess is used for scrying or something, complete with clunky-looking remote resting on the silver oval of the coffee table.\n\n"Guess if you've got Create Object spells, you can take some time to figure out more comfy furniture," you comment quietly to the empty room as you look around. You do find yourself tempted to take a load off for a bit... being on the road hasn't exactly been a comfy time. Your gaze also wanders to the bar... you went to a tavern but never did get anything to drink. There's also the sheer curiosity of that remote... do they have TV here? Is it just wizards that watch it? What the hell does it do?\n\nOn the other hand, you did come in here to loot the place, pretty much, and you don't see anything particularly valuable here (unless some of the booze turns out to fantastically rare or something.) Maybe you ought to follow what looks like a hallway into some of the other rooms.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sit in the chair.|GGRogue11x1]]\n\n[[Lay on the couch.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Check out the bar.|GGRogue9x1]]\n\n[[Watch the screen.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go down the hall.|GGRogue1x9]]

"I mean... I'd honestly rather stay, if I can keep being useful," you admit. "I don't really have anything back there that I want to go back to."\n\n"Ohhh the poor dear really was running away from home," Leena coos, surprising you by wrapping her arms around you and hauling you in for a huge... which winds up pressing your head between her boobs. While you're squirming and fighting the urge to flail, you can hear her (albeit somewhat muffledly) saying, "Garri, I feel so bad for him, let's adopt him."\n\n"Leena, I don't know," the big lion-man hedges, while you're reeling from a mixture of shock and slight air deprivation. Adopt you? "I mean, I know we've talked about it, but he's just some random boy we picked up at a stop..."\n\nYou're just about to start thinking that now you realize why they call it 'marshmallow hell' when Leena tugs you back out from between her breasts so she can pet your hair, smiling fondly down at you as she does. "But Garri, look, he needs someone. It's clear he's not just some whim-runaway, he needs a good home and we can give it to him."\n\n"Oh, alright," Garri huffs, resting his large hands on his hips, then chuckling. "No point in arguing with you. Better take him to the doc and get him all cleaned up and checked out, though."\n\n"Of course, of course. This way, ah..."\n\n"Eric," you supply, your brain still struggling to adapt to the fact that you're apparently being 'adopted' by someone that just now got around to asking for your name.\n\n"That's a good name," Leena says cheerfully, drawing you up beside her and rubbing your back. Which you don't really know how to respond to, but you're being praised and her backrub is pretty soothing so for now you just go along with it. Leena leads you through more of the tent-patterned hallways and eventually into a room that looks like a weird cross between a first aid tent, a school nurse's office out of an anime, and the medical room on a sci-fi show. (Which... if you're guessing by the theming here, it's a mix of the first and the last?) The only person in it is a woman in a black rubber bodysuit (that shows off large breasts, albeit not as large as Leena's, and round hips) and a white doctor's coat, her skin green, eyes large and solid, inky black, slightly large, dark lips without much in the way of a nose, and in place of hair a number of long, thin tentacles that come down to her mid-back, with a trio of them that are larger and thicker and come to almost her ankles, each of those splitting into three at the ends, the divisions ending in little round balls. "Doc, if I could have a moment of your time, please?" Leena asks with even cheer.\n\n"Hm? Another stowaway?" The rather aquatic-looking alien blinks sideways inner eyelids as she looks at you. "We're still working through the batch that was found in one of the storage rooms earlier, so-"\n\n"No, no, this one is on board properly," Leena assures her, while you're stuck somewhere between curiosity about what they mean and having some hint that you're probably better off not knowing. "But since he's from a pre-DTAI world let's get him fully checked out, cleaned, and innoculated, hm?"\n\n"Of course, of course. Well..."\n\n"Eric," you murmur, trying not to feel intimidated by an alien that's significantly more alien than a lion-man.\n\n"Eric, if you would, undress and step into one of those showers there," she says, pointing with one hand. "Then when the blue light comes on, come out and hop up on this table to sit," she continues, patting one of the nearby tables with one of her longer head-tentacles.\n\nYou look over at the tubelike shower areas, then back at the two women who are watching you expectantly. ... Fine. Trying not to blush too badly (or get too self-conscious about the fact that you still have half a hardon from being smothered by Leena's boobs earlier), you strip out of your clothing and toss it into the receptacle 'Doc' indicates before stepping into the tube. A few seconds later some slightly slimey green stuff starts raining down on you from above, making you wriggle in a combination between being grossed out and kind of stimulated, especially when Doc calls for you to make sure and rub it all over yourself. 'Maybe if I ignore that I'm getting hard they will too,' you think in embarrassment as your cock stands up even straighter at the feel of slathering the thin goo all over yourself while two attractive women watch. Eventually the splatters of green goo is replaced by apparently normal water, just cool enough that it helps you calm down. Once the goo's rinsed off, a whirlwind of air starts in the tube, quickly drying you and making a rumpled mess of your hair. Back to about the same half-hard state you were in before, you slink out of the tube and move to sit on the indicated table, trying to use your legs to hide your stiffness a bit.\n\nLeena either hasn't noticed or is pretending not to as she steps over and pets your mussed hair a bit more, while Doc waves some glowing wand device that looks kind of like one of those elaborate pens you get at a prize counter at you. "Now, Eric, I'd really like to adopt you," she says with a soft smile. "You know what that means, right...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll be her son?|StarCirc2x3]]\n\n[[You'll be her... pet?|StarCirc]]

"I'll be your... well, your son?" you venture.\n\n"Yes, that's right. Well, mine and Garri's, since we are mates. Oh, don't take his concern earlier for distaste, dear, Garri's just the pragmatic one while I tend towards being a bit more whimsical," she admits with a smile. "Which is probably a bit of a reversal for what our roles should be, but perhaps that's why we work so well as a pair." She puts her hands together in front of her. "Anyway, Eric, yes, I'd like you to become our son and live with us here in the Stellar Circus. Now, it's not all fun and games... you will need to attend class, and preferably pursue a vocation here in the circus as long as you decide to stay with us. But I promise we'll love and cherish you, and life here <i>will</i> be fun. That's the promise I make to all of the crew, let alone my new son."\n\n"I... well, I mean, put that way," you reply, grinning (albeit just a bit sheepishly). "I guess the only thing I can say is... thanks. Mom."\n\n"Ahhh, that really made my heart flutter!" Leena gasps, folding her hands briefly over her ample chest. "Ahem. Anyway, let's get you dressed, and then I'll show you around. We probably won't see Garri again until tonight, he's busy checking in with all the various performers and checking their needs for practice time on our way to Alpha Centauri, but I'll find some time to message him the good news."\n\nYou nod, then give a little 'ow' as Doc presses the wand-thing against your forearm and makes a little buzzing noise. "Crew ID chip, gives you access to various areas and systems. And makes sure you don't get misidentified as a stowaway," she adds with a slightly damp-sounding chuckle.\n\nAfter you've dressed in a bright red and orange jumpsuit (which you try not to focus on how it forms a surprisingly perfect round bulge around the front of your crotch), Leena starts showing you around the ship. You make sure to stay beside her, partly not to get lost, and partly because the suits are just as defining from behind as they are in front and you don't want to wind up staring at your new mother's ass. Still, the getting lost angle works too... the ship's really big. At least as big as the entire fairgrounds the circus stretched over when it was all set up, you have to think by the amount of 'ground' you cover as Leena shows you where various things like the mess hall, the ship's store, and other facilities are. She shows you where you'll be going to class... a currently unoccupied room that, other than its rather circus-y color scheme and styling (it has rows of bleachers with floating desks in front of them instead of desks), looks fairly normal.\n\nAfter actually taking a meal (hot dogs, though apparently they do serve less stereotypical carnival food once they're a bit further along on a trip) and introducing you to some of the other people aboard ship, Leena leads you into the area where living quarters are. Hers and Garri's are at the end of a long corridor, the door opening up to reveal a room that... well, as you might imagine, looks like a bit of a cross between a luxury hotel room and a tent. It's wide open, with a large whirlpool bath over at one side and a smaller tent-within-a-tent near it that you assume conceals the toilet. Most of the rest of the room's furniture seems to be in the form of pillows, beanbags, and a couple of stools. Against the wall not quite directly across from the door is a large bed, in which Garri is already laying, covered up to his stomach in a sheet, a small pair of glasses perched atop his muzzle as he reads off of what looks like a computer tablet.\n\n"And this is our room," Leena continues. "Storage is there, food and drink dispensor is there, main computer access and tablets are right there."\n\n"It's nice," you say with a nod. "So is mine nearby, or...?"\n\n"Hm?" Leena's curious sound causes you to look over at her, and your throat tightens as you see she's unfastened the front of her suit and is just pulling it open, those huge tits of hers coming spilling out. Shockingly they look just as high, firm, and perfectly formed even without the suit holding them up, with puffy pink nipples capping them. "Why, this is your room too, dear."\n\n"Living space used to be at a huge premium on Carnian ships," Garri explains, setting his tablet aside as Leena continues to undress, with you looking over at him instead... and then trying not to notice how the sheet is thin enough to outline his large cock where it's resting against where his legs press together. "It was typical for families to live all together, and typically sleep in the same bed, since environmental control could be poor too. It's a tradition we've maintained even as tech has improved, since we feel it improves family bonds and the closeness of the circus."\n\n"Mm-hm," Leena says warmly as she bends over to peel the suit down her legs, hips wiggling a bit and causing jiggling in both her full, round ass and her large breasts. She stands up and drapes the suit over a nearby rack that also holds Garri's, then steps towards you, smiling casually as if this were the most normal thing in the world. "You're Carnian too, dear, so it will be good to start learning our traditions. You've had a long day, so an early bedtime should do you good, let's just get you undressed..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Whoa whoa whoa whoa!|StarCirc]]\n\n[[... Yeah okay.|StarCirc]]

You are a teenage male. You are old enough to have all the adult urges and a body to carry them out, and young enough to still have plenty of childish urges and impulses. Yeah, you're going to get yourself into a lot of trouble.\n \nAlright, we're almost ready to really begin the fun. All you need to do is pick a starting point for your adventure.\n\n<b>[[Michael|allstarstart]]</b>: You are the pride of your school and community, having distinguished yourself in some notable fashion with great regularity. You're seen as an upstanding young person, and may or may not actually be just that.\n\n<b>[[Dan|youngpunkstart]]</b>: You're disobedient and rude, a trial to your parents and an annoyance to others. You probably have similarly rebellious friends and don't do well in school.\n\n<b>[[Jamie|quietonestart]]</b>: You're the quiet type. No, not scary-quiet, you're just average and probably a little shy. Your parents wish you had more of a social life and your teachers wish you were more focused.\n\n<b>[[Eric|runawaystart]]</b>: For whatever reason, you've decided to run away from home. Whether your reasons were justified or spurious, you have no intention of going back, you're completely on your own.

Swallowing hard, you step out of the alcove and into the hall, forcing yourself to speak up. "U-um... excuse me."\n\nBoth of them immediately halt and turn around to face you, the woman pursing her bright crimson lips and narrowing her purple eyes at you. "Oh dear, and here's one of those stowaways now. Honestly they could be spread through half the ship by now, we really need to stay more on top of this."\n\n"I, I didn't mean to!" you blurt as the large lionman takes a step forward, holding up your hands in what you hope is obvious as surrender. "I was working, and Tara said to find somewhere to sack out at the end, so... I...!"\n\nThe beastman pauses, then rolls his large yellow eyes. "Of course, Tara."\n\n"Mm." The woman steps forward now as well, cupping her chin and looking you up and down. "Just when did she say this about you sacking out, when she first saw you, or...?"\n\n"N-no," you reply, slowly lowering your hands. "I guess it was like... a little while after I first talked to her, when I passed her a bit later on."\n\nThe two of them exchange a glance, before the man shrugs. "That'd check out, then."\n\n"It's fine, dear, you're not a stowaway," the woman says in a more gentle tone, actually smiling at you now as she steps forward, and leaving you struggling not to stare at her chest considering it's almost exactly at eye level. "Just a poorly documented new employee. Tara is third generation Carnian engineer, which makes her a blessing in that she can fix just about anything, and a bit of a curse in that she doesn't necessarily tell anyone before she hies off and fixes whatever it is... which sometimes includes a shortage of personnel. Oh, but just look at you," she coos, raising her gloved hands to cup your jaw and making you blush a bit as she rubs your cheeks. "When was your last meal? You poor little things from pre-DTAI threshold planets, I can just barely stand it. Let's get you some food and cleaned up, alright?"\n\nYou can't really say no to that, so give her a nod. She beams and takes your hand, leading you forward, the big man falling into step beside you. "My name's Leena, I'm the Ringmaster of the Stellar Circus. This is Garri, he's the Star Performer. You have space shows on your planet, mhm?" At your next nod, she continues, "Think of it a bit like Captain and First Officer, then."\n\n"So... we're in space?" you ask, a bit dazedly.\n\n"Yes, dear~."\n\n"We try to blend in to each planet we visit, and bring ourselves down to appearing at their level of development and understanding, using image projectors and tech-matching algorithms," Garri explains. "A circus has to be at least a bit believable to be enjoyable, after all, and that is primarily why we do what we do, to make sure everyone enjoys themselves."\n\n"It's one of the benefits of being Carnian and reaping all the rewards of being post-DTAI threshold," Leena chirps happily, giving your hand a squeeze.\n\n"You... said that before, what's DTAI?"\n\n"Some societies eventually reach a point of development where the majority of their internal strife and difficulties disappear," Garri picks up, apparently happy enough to play Mr. Exposition despite his gruff tone. "Homelessness, famine, religious conflict, social conflict, it all just sort of vanishes into a single global community of peace and plenty. No one's actually entirely sure how this occurs or how it stays stable, so it's called the 'Don't Think About It threshold'."\n\nYou guess 'Don't Look A Gift Horse In The Mouth threshold' was too long a name even abbreviated. "So basically since you've got no other struggles you're free to just go around putting on shows and making people happy."\n\n"We still charge money in places where it's expected or it would look odd, but yes, for the most part," Leena declares breezily. Then she frowns slightly as she looks over at you. "But oh dear, this must be quite the culture shock for you, mustn't it? It can be very hard for people at your world's level of development to make the transition to this sort of society. Would you perhaps rather go back to... what was it, Garri?"\n\n"Earth," the lionman grunts.\n\n"Yes dear, would you like me to take you back to Earth?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes please.|StarCirc]]\n\n[[No thanks!|StarCirc2x2]]

"Alright," you agree, though you're definitely feeling a bit guilty about it. "Don't worry, Fiviv, I'll come back for you as fast as possible."\n\n"I believe you, sir," she says with a slightly wan smile. She closes her mouth and looks like she's concentrating, eyes shifting and rolling a little as her cheek bulges, then she gives a soft 'mmf'. She parts her lips, and her once more long, thin tongue arcs out, the split tip now holding a molar. Trying not to be creeped out, you open your mouth, letting her tongue slip inside and position the false tooth between two of your own back teeth. She withdraws her tongue, letting it resume its 'normal' shape, then nods. "Alright, sir, bite down when you're ready."\n\nYou nod, doing your best to give her a reassuring look before you close your jaw firmly. You can feel a mildly painful crunch in your mouth, and then your body is suffused by the rather pleasurable tingling of the transporter effect. Suddenly freed of both restraints... and table... you find yourself toppling forward and landing flat on your tits, your chin jarring against the floor so hard for a second you're worried you might have broken one of your <i>actual</i> teeth. It takes you a moment to gather your wits, whereupon you quickly spit out the shards of fake ceramic and the small metal device that was nestled inside them and scramble to your feet.\n\nIt worked, you're back inside the shuttlecraft. It's deep night outside, probably sometime in the early AM without a glance at the local time readout. Apparently whatever they had planned for you, the Dikhards and Fukher just left the two of you there until they were ready to deal with you in the morning or something. You have to get Fiviv out of there!\n\n<hr>\n[[Call for help.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Suit up.|TrekF]]

"Yeah... yeah, really awf-" You interrupt yourself with a yawn, barely able to cover it with a hand halfway through. Looking across the table, you see that Fiviv already seems to be dozing. "Um... I... I hate to bother you," you manage, even your tongue feeling heavy. "But is there somewhere we could... rest...? We've had... a really long day."\n\n"Of course. We'll come wake you up if we see Dr. Fukher and Abraham coming down the road, I promise," Kathren says in a soothing tone, moving to grip your arm and help you to your feet. You want to protest as she starts leading you along as if you were walking wounded, but you find that you can't really, since everything's getting fuzzy around the edges.\n\nYou come to in a dim place, feeling uncomfortable... largely because you seem to be naked and bent over a wooden table, your hands bound behind your back and then fastened by short chains that go to either side of your body and attach to the table, your feet far apart and chained to the floor. Your jaw aches a little from the ballgag stuffed in your mouth, and as your eyes adjust, you realize that you're looking right at El'i's face, the lieutenant similarly naked, bound, and gagged, her bare ass visible sticking up in the air some. You look around, noting that you seem to be in some sort of basement or root cellar with hardpacked earthen walls and bare wooden support beams. Shifting and struggling does nothing but clink the chains some, so you look ahead at your companion. "Fhvhv! Fhvhv!" you call, doing your best through the gag.\n\nThe purple-skinned woman stirs, raising her head and opening her eyes, which actually glow a little in the low light. She blinks a few times as she apparently focuses, then does a quick look around as well. She wiggles in place... then her jaw seems to unhinge, at least enough for her to push the ballgag over her lower lip and let it flop down the front of her chin. Shifting her jaw back and forth, she looks at you, then whispers, "One second, sir." You try not to look freaked out as her tongue stretches and elongates, becoming forked at the tip, brushing against your cheek a few times before she manages to undo one of the clasps to the side of the ball. You cough a little as you spit the gag out. "What happened, sir?"\n\n"Looks like... a basement of some sort," you explain, probably a bit unnecessarily, but your head's still a little foggy. "The tea must have been drugged. I'd say Doctor Fukher's not the only one who's been compromised."\n\n"What do you think they're going to do to us, sir?" Fiviv whispers.\n\n"Considering the position they put us in, I'm guessing it has something to do with trying to make more Raptarrans or something." You scowl, trying your bonds again. "Can you find any give for your wrists or ankles at all? Or could you, like... pick the locks with your-"\n\n"It doesn't reach <i>that</i> far!" Fiviv blurts, her cheeks tinting hot purple as she blushes a bit. Clearing her throat, she shakes her head. "No, but I do have a way we can get out of here. Well, one of us."\n\n"Only one? And how?"\n\n"Mr. Wolf was pretty paranoid, and he taught all of us in security to be paranoid too. One of my teeth is a fake... it has a tiny transporter transponder hidden inside it that's triggered if it breaks. It only works with Starbeat transporters and the range is really short, but the shuttle we flew here should be just inside it."\n\n"There's no way for it to take us both?" you whisper, frowning.\n\n"No, sir," she answers with a small shake of her horned head. "Even if it wasn't incredibly weak so that it can stay tiny and hidden, it works by locking on to the skeletal structure of whoever breaks it, which means you have to bite down on it. Only one of us can get back to the shuttle. It should be you, sir... you're the higher ranking officer, it's my job to protect you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|TrekF10x2]]\n\n[[She should go.|TrekF]]

Considering that you were so abruptly yanked away from Earth, you'd kind of like to go right back... plus spreading love and joy does kind of sound good. Even as you make the decision, you feel yourself being drawn towards the slender female body, pulling inside its chest and then drifting downward and out of the bright, overwhelming glow that had been surrounding you.\n\nYou find yourself... well, you're not really flying, but it doesn't feel as out of control as falling... through the bright blue sky, Earth stretched out below you. Your fluffy little wings spread and flap a few times, but don't really seem to do much to guide you. Instead you seem to be homing in on a large bank of fluffy clouds, a small speck growing larger the closer you get, gradually resolving into the outline of a person. Once you've gotten close to the cloud, you somewhat shakily turn to put your feet down on it. You've been through a cloud once on a trip into the mountains, and it just felt like... wet air. This feels like, well, like what you'd imagine a cloud to feel like just looking at one, all puffy and soft under your bare soles. You're now standing in front of the other person... or rather cherub... you saw, a girl with a similar build and wings, with short, puffy red hair and bright blue eyes.\n\n"Hey there! You're the newbie Jamiel, right?" she asks, grinning.\n\n"Um, yeah," you reply with a quick nod. You squeak a little as she hops forward and embraces you warmly, her nearly-flat bare chest rubbing against yours. And yet you find yourself instinctively hugging her back all the same, until you let her go as she steps back.\n\n"Hi! So I'm Kariel, and upstairs asked me to kind of show you the ropes as to how cherubs operate. It's not like we go around spreading love willy-nilly. ... Well, not always, certain holidays, sporting events, times of year, we're sort of allowed free-for-alls every so often," she confides with a giggle. \n\n"Uh-huh. But, um, how do we do that?" you ask, still kind of distracted by how wonderfully fluffy the cloud is on your bare toes. "I've never really shot a bow or anything, so..."\n\n"No no no, we don't do that," Kariel quickly corrects, wagging a hand in the air. "That's actually a Sidhe thing that got misinterpreted as our work. No, we cherubs work by inhabiting one of the parties in the matchup." \n\nThat makes you blink, dragging your attention entirely from the cloud. "What, you're saying we possess them like ghosts or demons or something?"\n\n"No! Well, yes. But no. Look, it's complicated," Kariel says with a little huff, resting her hands on her bare hips. "So yes, you go into their body, and you have your own thoughts and awareness the whole time. Any time you want to say something or do something the body does it without hesitation. But the host is never suppressed or blocked out, they just interpret everything you do as their own actions. When you relax and aren't doing anything, they'll just act normally. In return they become a lot healthier... they won't get sick, or hurt too badly, and they can live a lot longer than most people. It's sort of like... symbiosis, but the host doesn't even know you're there."\n\n"That still seems kind of... I dunno."\n\n"It's for the greater good, trust me, we're not just doing this to amuse ourselves! Well, usually, but that's what those free-for-all events are for."\n\n"Alright, so, I go into this person, get them to hook up with whoever, then it's done and I pop out?"\n\n"Not necessarily. You'll be in there for the duration of the mission."\n\n"The duration?" You frown a little. "Wait, so you're saying if 'the mission' is for them to, like, get married...?"\n\n"Yes, then you'll be in there at least as long as the marriage lasts, which could be for life," Kariel confirms with a quick nod.\n\nYou can't help but splutter a little. "The voice didn't explain <i>that</i>!"\n\n"Well that's Metatron for you," the other cherub acknowledges with a snort. "Look a lot of these higher beings tend to start losing perspective as they grow in consciousness. They probably said something like 'the work is almost constant' without actually explaining the nature of the constancy, huh? But look, it's fine. It's not like you're going to die of old age, or even lose anything by spending a measley mortal lifetime in someone. Cherubs have missions ongoing all throughout the timestream. You could finish up one here, then find that your next is in Egypt sometime in the BC, and the one after that is in the 29th century. That's just how it goes. You'll get used to it after one or two, promise," she says cheerfully, reaching out to pat you on the shoulder. "Anyway! I've got a handful of assignments, I'll let you pick which one sounds good. They're all from the era you're from too, so no culture shock on top of that."\n\n"Okay, shoot," you say with a shrug.\n\n"Alright, first up, there's [[a guy who needs to procreate|ChJa1x1]]. Bit of a schlub, not important at all on his own, but Signs and Omens Division says that his offspring will be extremely vital in an upcoming major event in the world. So basically, we've gotta get some gal knocked up by him. Doesn't matter much who, just someone."\n\n"Then, there's [[a married woman who needs some affection|ChJa2x1]]. SOD says that for a proper outcome of certain future events, in ten years two things have to be true: she has to be married, and she has to be happy and sexually satisfied."\n\nYou blush a little at that, then shrug. "Well, that's easy, then, I could just possess her husband and-"\n\n"Nope. He's marked as a no-go vessel. No idea why, it happens sometimes, SOD and other divisions sometimes put those flags on mortals. So it can't be him, you'll have to possess someone else."\n\nYou stare at Kariel. "Are you... are you saying Heaven has an assignment to make someone cheat on their spouse?"\n\n"Hahahaha!" Kariel throws back her head and laughs, fluffy wings fluttering. "Yeah, you really are new! We're not angels of Jehovah, Jamie, it's not that sort of Heaven! We bear some resemblances, sure, but it definitely wasn't us that dictated the Ten Commandments. I mean they're good guidelines, but ultimately we're in the business of preserving the greater good and serving the interests of joy and happiness. So yeah, sometimes we actually encourage cheating, and sometimes we get babies conceived out of wedlock, and plenty of other naughty stuff, as long as it's in the best interests of humanity and other mortals as a whole."\n\n"This is gonna take some getting used to," you mutter, giving your own wings a few light flaps.\n\n"You will, you will, promise!" She reaches out and pats you on the head. "Anyway, there's also [[a college student who needs a gay awakening|ChJa]]. SOD says that if he doesn't realize he's into guys before he graduates, it could set up a really bad domino effect that kinda crushes a lot of lives, veeery bad stuff. So, y'know, get that boy some dick!" Kariel giggles at that, before clearing her throat. "And lastly, there's [[a teenage girl who needs to fall in love|ChJa3x1]]. That'll definitely and absolutely be a longterm assignment, so be aware!"\n\n"I just don't know, Kariel," you murmur. "I wasn't exactly the most, um... outgoing guy before. I never had a girlfriend, or even a kiss, before. How am I supposed to... get people to procreate, or give affection, or have someone fall in love?"\n\n"Don't worryyyy, it'll come naturally to you," Kariel soothes, rubbing your arm, then giving one of your nipples a playful pinch, making you yelp. Giggling, she continues, "It's just one of those cherub things! Angels have a much stronger nature than humans. Like, okay, as a human, you might decide that you should tell someone you liked them, but then all the fear of what could happen wells up and you lose confidence, huh?" At your rather shamefaced nod, she beams at you. "But don't worry! As an angel, when you decide you need to do something, you just do it! You'll be fine, whatever job you pick, just go with it!"

"I mean, I've always kind of thought the Earth needed conquering by aliens anyway," you say quickly with a little nervous laugh, rubbing the back of your head as your ears briefly lay low. "So obviously I'd love to help you out there!"\n\n"Excellent. Kio, take this 'Eric' to the learning chamber and set him up with a standard course about our technology," Queen Bastarra declares, waving a hand imperiously. "While I inform the commander of your new mission and have her join us."\n\n"Yes, Queen!" Kio chirps, bowing deeply, before snagging your wrist and pulling you along out of the room. "C'mon c'mon, local, let's get you all set up with information about proper technology that glows and beeps and goes 'ping' like it should."\n\n"Uh, right," you murmur, letting him tug you along. "So I'm going to learn about how to work all this stuff? That's great, bu-" You can't stop yourself from yawning, your mouth opening wide and tongue jutting out briefly, even as you try to cover it with a hand.\n\n"You're really tired, right?" Kio asks, sounding rather smug for having figured it out so easily. "Heheh, yeah, that's from being transmatted inside the ship. The first time is pretty rough and you wind up pretty exhausted. But don't worry!" he continues as he leads you into a room where a number of low, reclined seats are arranged facing out from a central column. "You'll learn as you sleep!"\n\n"... Ah, the eternal dream, not having to learn stuff but just waking up knowing it," you murmur, climbing up onto the seat Kio tugs you over towards and laying down on it.\n\n"Yup! We'll bring all sorts of innovations like this to your backwards little non-feline-ruled world!" Kio declares in a chipper tone as he starts working some symbols on the side of the chair's head. "Heheh, I'd like to send you off to your classes with some incentive for sweet dreams, but we don't really have the time," he adds, a cheeky grin on his face as he reaches out and gives the round bulge at the front of your crotch a few rubs and squeezes with his fingertips. "Gotta get you rested and taught before the princess shows up."\n\n"NYA!" Blushing and giving him a glare for his presumption, you squirm a little in the seat as he goes back to tapping. "What princess?" you mutter, ears still low.\n\n"The Queen will almost certainly assign her daughter Princess Bastarlet as our commander for this conquest mission. She's the next in line for the throne but she hasn't got any conquests or stuff like that to her name yet. You better be prepared, she's dominant even for a female, we're gonna get bossed soooooo hard," he adds, actually sounding a little dreamy as he says it. Then he lets out a giggle and presses one last button. "Anyway, educational dreams!"\n\nBefore you can answer, you find yourself closing your eyes and sinking near instantly into a deep, relaxing sleep. Then you open your eyes with a blink, finding you're sitting in a school classroom... naked. OH NO! You're in class naked! You blush and try to cover yourself with your hands and tail, your head jerking over as the classroom door opens up... and a tall, beautiful, and very naked woman with cat ears and a tail walks in, bare breasts and ass jiggling lightly with her steps. ... It's weird, you're having trouble focusing on details, you know she has certain traits and is just so extremely to your tastes that your dick is as hard as steel under your hands, but other than that you'd be hard pressed to describe her.\n\n"Welcome to class, Eric," the teacher almost literally purrs, parting her hands and revealing an extendable pointer in a highly suggestive fashion. "It's time for you to learn all about Bastian technology so you can help conquer Earth!"\n\n"Oh. Right. Uh, right." It all seems so obvious it's a dream now. You nod a few times, letting out a rush of breath. Obviously the machine is drawing on some of the imagery in your own mind of what a learning environment is like, and is communicating to your brain in concepts more than actual images, which is why your teacher is just 'a hot catgirl you want to bone' rather than a specific image. ... Huh, why did they make the teacher hot?\n\n"Now, before we begin your basic lessons on operating a Bastian computer, we of course have to begin with the standard course for any learning program," the teacher continues, turning towards the chalkboard, tail lifting and showing off her full, round ass as she taps the pointer against the surface, causing words to appear. "'The Bastian Empire is everything. Queen Bastarra is my goddess. I will forever obey the goddess and the throne.'"\n\n<hr>\n[[... What? "Hey, no!"|PalCat]]\n\n[[... Yeah that figures. "The Bastian Empire is everything. Queen Bastarra is-"|PalCat1x3]]

The silver button is shinier than the others and so captures your attention, and you jab your finger onto it. Various of the robot arms lower down, and beams of light play across your body, sliding down, and then back up. But when they move back up you can feel something odd happening... a strange sort of tingling sensation that's followed by a sort of cool feeling once it's passed. Your eyes widen a little as the beam plays over your hands and you notice that they've gone a bit paler, taking on a very faint silvery tone of their own. But before you can get too panicked, the light slides over your head and you can feel that tingling and then... well, everything is normal and you're operating at 100% efficiency.\n\nYou blink a few times as your HUD comes online, starting with the title 'GoodBot #0000002 Online' in the upper right of your vision. In the lower right text prints out:\n\n'1. Obey all human orders.\n2. Serve & protect humans.\n3. Provide pleasure & boost morale.'\n\nDirectives?! You have directives?! What are you, RoboCop?! ... Actually it sounds like you might be a little lewder than RoboCop. There somehow isn't any question in your mind of what you are, you're an android designed to serve humans and make them happy. You groan a little, putting your now slightly silvery hands over your face. What the hell?!\n\n"Ah, Gwyn? Are you okay?" Gavin asks, looking at you curiously. He and the others have obviously noticed your alteration in complexion but apparently don't know what's happened yet. "What happened?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell him.|Gwynbot]]\n\n[[Go somewhere else and tell him.|Gwynbot1x2]]\n\n[[Try to play it off.|Gwynbot]]

Luckily none of that seems to quite count as an order, so you should at least be able to not get this spread around too much. "Uh, could we talk in private?" you suggest, pointing to the door.\n\n"Certainly, I suppose. Come to my office," Gavin answers, turning and beckoning as he heads out. You find yourself obeying without even thinking about it... yup, that counted as an order. And, once he's led you into a fairly small office and closed the door, so does him saying, "Now, tell me what happened."\n\n"The machine turned me into a 'GoodBot', Number 0000002," you answer immediately. Dang, that's... not the greatest thing in the world. But since you've started you can't quite hold back, and with a sigh you continue. "I've been turned into an android designed completely to serve humans and make them happy and fulfilled. I even have three directives, that I have to obey orders from humans, that I have to serve and protect them, and that I have to..." Your cheeks increase their red hue slightly. "That I have to provide pleasure and boost morale."\n\n"I see..." Gavin actually doesn't look incredibly surprised, instead just looking you up and down. "That would certainly explain the changes in your skin hue, and the slight alteration of your eyes. If you don't realize, there's a very faint glow to them now, most likely due to being... well, artificial like the rest of you. May I see your hand, please?" As much in appreciation for him asking instead of telling, you proffer one of your hands, letting him take it in both of his and rub his thumbs over your palm. It's definitely a strange sensation... it still feels sort of vaguely ticklish like it would have, but you just process the sensation without it making you want to squirm or giggle involuntarily, and you also just naturally become aware of a host of information like Gavin's body temperature, heartrate, even taking scans of his fingerprints. "There's definitely a slight difference in texture... it's a bit smoother, you seem to have very minimal pores or skin indentation, more just enough to give the impression of having them. Fascinating. If you don't mind, would you be willing to take off your shirt as well?"\n\nYour cheeks shift color again (though you find that it's actually quite easy to find the 'switch' that causes them to and set it back to Off, returning your face to normal), and instead you nod. You step back slightly and pull off your shirt, setting it nearby on the back of a chair. Your chest is largely as it ever was, albeit now even smoother and more sleek, all the lines and angles of it now perfectly symmetrical and somehow more artistically rendered. You also have faint, indented lines that run down your sides and form a sort of angular 'V' shape. Gavin eyes them curiously, starting to reach his hand out towards one of them, then pausing and giving you an almost guilty look. At your slightly reluctant nod, he moves to run his hand along one of the lines. "Hm. Not particularly deep, but... an access panel of some type, perhaps...?"\n\nThe data you're getting from Gavin is increasing. It's not so much the little popups in your new HUD, those are more of an afterthought, it's like you just intrensically understanding that he's getting excited from the scent, temperature, and body language data you're getting. The psychological profiles you're apparently equipped with indicate that it's likely his scientific curiosity is causing enough excitement that it's produced an adrenaline and endorphin rush that's translating into the beginnings of physical excitement and even arousal. But with that you find a growing urge... to pleasure Gavin. You don't have to avoid gasping or breathing hard, but it's still very strange... you're well aware that the desire to give another boy pleasure is driven entirely by your directives and programming, and yet it's still a very strong urge. It's just an option... Gavin hasn't actually made any moves on you (other than running a hand along your chest) or ordered you to perform, so it's essentially just your programming telling you that it would probably be in line with your purpose to get him off. You can resist it if you want to.\n\nAnd yet you're also innately aware of how <i>good</i> it would feel to <i>fulfill your purpose</i> and <i>make Gavin cum</i>...\n\n<hr>\n[[Resist.|Gwynbot]]\n\n[[Fulfill your purpose.|Gwynbot]]

You take a breath and remember what the woman in the weird suit-armor-thing said... plus, what kind of petty idiot goes off on random assholes on the street just for having verbal diarrhea. Are you trying to get a passing bus to applaud? You just continue on your way, ignoring the few more catcalls and comments from the boy and his friends until they give up and stop bothering you.\n\n"Oh, it breaks my heart to see young men acting like that."\n\nYou almost jump again at that voice, turning slightly and spotting a balding man slightly taller than you, wearing a suit and expensive overcoat... and a monocle! It's the serial killer! He smiles ingratiatingly at you. "I'm so sorry that you had to put up with that, young lady." He brings his hand up and reaches it into his coat, and you feel panic grip you, some part of your mind screaming that he's going for a weapon. Your eyes dart around, but you can't see your supposed protector anywhere... has she abandoned you?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Run!|Kyoko3x1]]\n\n[[Stay calm! Stick to the plan!|Kyoko1x9]]

You pause in the doorway, waiting until he turns back to face you before asking, "But won't you get in trouble? Like... probably pretty bad trouble?"\n\nHe visibly hesitates, then gives a silent, nonchalant shrug that you interpret as 'yes, extremely'.\n\n"... Look, I can't let you do this," you say quietly, visibly shocking him even as you continue. "I saved your life because I didn't want you to die. If it's going to ruin your life just to save me, what was that even for?" You reach out and lay a hand gently on his neck, near one of those scars as those yellow eyes stare at you. "... You don't owe me anything, alright? Just... I guess, if anything, just remember how I did this for you. And maybe that not all non-Raptarrans are worthless, huh?"\n\nHe continues to stare for a long moment, then hoots softly and lowers his head, bumping the top of it against your bare chest. You smile sadly, rubbing the side of his neck, and even giving the leathery crown of his skull a little kiss. "Just remember, whatever happens."\n\nHe steps back from you and nods, then turns and walks off down the hallway. After a moment you step back, watching the door slide closed again, before making your way back to the bed to sleep again, wondering if you made the right choice.\n\nIn the morning, you're awoken by a pair of Raptarrans coming in the door, hooting and gesturing with more of those black rods like the one you saw the other day for you to get up. You're led out and down the hall, around several corners, and into a large room made of sleek, dark metal finish for the most part. There's a decent-sized crowd here, mostly Raptarrans, among them the scarred one you saw last night, his reptilian face unreadable. But standing near him is Mal, her own face grim.\n\n"Sorry, kiddo, they've decided you're going to get repurposed. I'm not sure as what, they didn't tell me that, but it's been decided. Just... try not to make it any worse on yourself, and step onto the dais there, okay?" she adds, gesturing to the slightly raised circle nearby, next to which stands a Raptarran holding some sort of injection gun.\n\n<hr>\n[[Walk with your back straight and chin up.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Plead with the Raptarran who saved you.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Cry, sob, wail.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Go limp, make them at least carry you.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Fight it the whole way.|BadCypher]]

"... No," you say in a very quiet voice, staring at the device.\n\n"Listen, think really hard about this, you're being too-" Mal begins.\n\nYou reach out, keeping your fingertips well away from the screen as you gently press her hand back towards her. "No."\n\n"... Okay." She gives a nod of her head as she stands up. "It's your choice, after all. I may be here to tell you what happens later. I may not. ... Good luck," she adds, before turning and walking back out.\n\nSighing, you lay back on the bed and rest your hands on your stomach. Staring at the featureless ceiling, you can't help but grin at your own foolishness. Where was all this moral integrity when you were agreeing to work for a female space pirate to get laid? Maybe you're just not a killer. Well... other than nonsentient alien monsters, you guess.\n\nYou've actually drifted off to sleep when you wake up to the sound of the door sliding open again. You sit up, then jump a little at the sight of a Raptarran looming over you. Your shock turns to confusion as it brings one of its bony, clawed fingers up to hold it in front of its muzzle in a rather humanlike 'shush' gesture, then cranes its head to look towards the door. That lets you spot several very distinctive scars on its neck... this is the Raptarran you saved! It backs up and makes a beckoning gesture to you, urging you to stand, then turns and trots out into the hallway. It does another check back and forth, then turns and beckons to you again...\n\n... It's going to help you escape?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah right, it's a trap! Stay where you are!|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Take the opportunity to run!|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Go with him.|BadCypher10x1]]\n\n[[Wait, won't he get in trouble?|BadCypher9x5]]

You freeze in place, standing absolutely still as the thing stares at you. Maybe its vision is really based on movement! Like the T-Rex in Jurassic Park! ... Wait didn't that get debunked? Oh shi-\n\nIt doesn't help, since at the sound of a shriek from one side and behind you has you snapping around, a Raptarran leaping from the treeline towards you, claws and legs splayed, either intending to tackle you or gut you. It gets to do neither as its own movement apparently does set off the local creature's attack instinct and it goes barreling forward, leaping up and clamping its jaws around the Raptarran's middle, the dinosaur-like creature shrieking in surprise and pain as it's hauled to the ground and slammed against it, sent rolling and coming back up to its feet, immediately charging in at the alien creature.\n\nYou step back, spear in front of you as the Raptarran makes several hard snaps at the beast's neck, apparently mostly foiled by that thick mane. The creature swings around, its head slamming into the Raptarran's back and knocking it off-balance, fastening its jaws around the alien's leg. The Raptarran gives a reptilian howl before swinging its other leg up, scythe-claw digging along the creature's shoulder and neck, apparently finding enough purchase in something either vital or painful that the thing lets go, giving its own yowl before swinging around and trying a tail-sweep that the Raptarran just barely leaps over.\n\nFuck, speaking of Jurassic Park, this is way too much like a dino-on-dino fight, but it's so much <i>faster</i> than those in the movies, you can barely keep up! Apparently your pursuer has become tied up with your would-be predator, so now what?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Just run!|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Look for an opportunity to attack the Raptarran.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Look for an opportunity to attack the creature.|BadCypher9x2]]

"Go green, asshole!" you cry as you haul the third egg out of its pocket in your vest and toss it at him.\n\nWhether he's surprised or just doesn't think you're a threat, Dasher doesn't do anything but blink as the egg hurtles at his face and bonks apparently harmlessly between his eyes, the cheap plastic thing parting and spilling out a smattering of green glitter. He wrinkles his muzzle and snorts, then shakes his head, starting to step forward. "Now look you-"\n\nHis attempt to move is stopped short, his leg twitching as he finds himself unable to lift it entirely. He blinks and looks down, finding that the grass below him has lengthened and coiled around his legs. "What?! HEY!" he cries in alarm as it pulls both of his feet flat against the ground and his legs together. He starts to buck and squirm, the bells of his harness jingling as he attampts to yank his feet free. Instead they seem to be moving less and less... probably because they seem to be growing together! The brown covering his legs from the middle of his shins down has changed to a different hue, the fur turning rough and harder textured, more like... bark!\n\n"What's happening?! Stop it!" the reindeer bleats in fear as the bark texture continues spreading up his legs, which also continue to press closer together, thickening slightly as they more and more obviously morph into a trunk. His red leather briefs split open as his legs finish growing together entirely and his hips begin to turn to living wood as well, his cock spilling free, thick and long and pink where it juts from a furry sheath around the base and above furry grey balls. Even as the bark spreads up his belly and chest, and his arms raise (obviously against his will) up and out to the sides in imitation of tree branches, his cock quickly stiffens, jutting forward and up slightly before it too begins to change. But instead of getting a coating of bark, it takes on an appearance more like bare wood... smooth and rounded and shapely, as if it had been carefully carved, sanded, and polished, darker brown swirls visible across its pale honey-colored surface.\n\nDasher tosses his head desperately before his neck stiffens, his arms losing definition and becoming far more branchlike, fingers spreading and angling and splitting into more little branches, buds and green leaves sprouting from them. His antlers, too, grow out and split further, until soon the canopy of leaves they sprout joins with those from his hands to form a nice little top. You stare at the results of your magic... the pesky reindeer has become a very pretty tree. Admittedly, a relatively short tree, and one with a somewhat shocked reindeer-face growth from near the top of it, and with a very pretty carved wooden cock jutting out of it. ... Very pretty. \n\nBefore you can really think better of what you're doing, you hop over and turn around, bending over and putting one hand on your ass to help guide yourself as you lean back onto that carved cock. You moan loudly as the perfectly smooth head of the wooden prick starts pushing your wet, furry folds open and sliding inside you. You have to lift up a bit on your toes to get just the right angle, but you take your time sliding back onto it until your bare bunny butt is resting against the slightly rough bark of the reindeer tree. You quickly begin rocking back and forth, moaning eagerly at how hard and smooth and perfect that wooden cock feels inside of your cunt, feeling the near-sphere of the carved wooden balls thump your clit and the solid trunk smack against your ass every time.\n\nGoing green never felt so good!\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|HEaster3xEnd]]

"... What the fuck am I doing?" You groan as you drop your spear and move forward, unwinding the grass belt you made. You dump the rocks out of it and kneel down in front of the Raptarran's head, folding and wadding up the pleated grass and then trying to nudge it to the gashes. It doesn't move its claw at first, but after a moment does, allowing you to press the somewhat dried grass into place over the worst of the gashes. "Here, hold it," you say with a glance towards the Raptarran's face, some part of you feeling at least a little vindicated by just how confused it looks, even as it presses its clawed fingers down over the makeshift compress.\n\nYou check the wounds on the other side of his neck, finding that none of them are nearly as bad, then get up to gather some more grass, eventually managing to form a slightly better compress. The Raptarran is still losing a lot of blood, but between you helping hold the compresses in place and its own efforts you seem to have slowed it down a lot as well. You occasionally glance at the time ticking down on your watch, though once you're distracted as there's another predatory cry from the jungle and you grab up your spear, whirling and hunkering in instinctive protectiveness over your patient, eyes scanning the treeline.\n\nEventually, the time ticks down to zero, and there's a loud beep. Almost immediately a number of other Raptarrans come wandering out of the trees, circling around you. Most have their eyes narrowed in apparent suspicion, and you feel goosebumps race over your skin and your mouth grow dry at the presence of so many large, apparently annoyed predators. Still, you start to say, "He's hurt, please he-" before one of the Raptarrans brings up a rod-shaped device and presses a button. You yowl as a hard electric shock runs through you, your body bucking and twitching and, apparently, having a small orgasm to judge by the flash of pleasure that passes through you before you thud to the ground unconscious.\n\nYou wake up in a small, largely featureless room. There's little in it other than a mattress barely long enough to accommodate you in a setting that barely rises from the floor, and what must be a set of very utilitarian facilities nearby... no place you've ever been has screamed 'prison cell' more blatantly. You sit up and glance at yourself... still a girl, still naked, but something like glossy white paper has been applied over your slit. You try to scratch it off but it's sealed tightly, with no hint of any give around the edges. What the hell...?\n\nYou've barely been awake for a minute when the door slides open and someone steps in. A human woman, surprisingly enough. Tall, with short black hair and obvious muscle tone, her body covered in a variety of tattoos that run along her arms, belly, sides, and legs. She looks at you with brilliant green eyes for a moment, something like an amused smile on her lips. "Well you've caused quite a stir."\n\n"Who are-?"\n\n"Mal. I'm sort of the experienced elder that gets brought in to explain to people new to the Raptarrans' Breeding Hunt what's going on. In your case though, you went and made it complicated." She moves over to sit down on the edge of your bunk, looking at you for another long moment before continuing. "Y'see, every so often, one of the hunted like us actually manages to kill a Raptarran during the hunt. While they don't really <i>like</i> that, they will respect it... it's actually one of the few ways to get out of the Hunt, though I'm not sure if anyone actually gets freedom that way. But you've gone and done something that's never been done in all the centuries they've been practicing the Breeding Hunt."\n\n"... I saved one of them's life," you volunteer a bit numbly.\n\n"Mhm. And don't think that some of them don't appreciate that. They may have a weird, predatory mindset, but they definitely value their own lives and the lives of each other, according to their own idea of morals anyway. So while there's a lot of appreciation that you've saved the life of one of their promising young hunters, there's also a lot of confusion to the point of being angry. Prey doesn't help a predator... there's a lot of thought that you must be defective somehow, that you're insane or have bad genetics. They're talking about repurposing you."\n\n"Re... repurposing me?" you ask, fear running down your spine.\n\n"Yeah, you're right to be scared. That can mean a lot of things for the Raptarrans... you might wind up a livestock animal, or mind-wiped and turned into a sex droid, or any other of hundreds of weird techno-genetic alterations into something they consider useful that isn't being used for reproduction."\n\nYou swallow heavily. "... Is there any way out?"\n\n"Well, in this case, yeah. They've decided to make you an offer to see if it will clear up the confusion." Mal brings up one of her hands, showing a device similar to a small, slender smartphone. The screen is glowing with a top-down view of a stylized red raptor skull. "If you press your thumb here, the Raptarran you saved will instantly die. You'll be 'repurposed'... but it will be to take his place."\n\nYou blink, then your jaw goes a little slack. "You mean I'll become...?"\n\n"A male Raptarran. I've certainly never heard of it in all my years, but apparently they figure that proving you <i>are</i> willing to take his life, even if you valued a Raptarran life when it was in danger before you, will show that you're ready to take your place among them."\n\n"And if I don't?" you ask, staring down at the little device as if it were a loaded gun.\n\n"Then the debate continues. And you might wind up getting repurposed into a wall-pussy or something. So if I were you I'd think very, very carefully about this."\n\n<hr>\n[[Press the button.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[... No.|BadCypher9x4]]

You're not exactly happy about it, but there's a sentient creature and an apparently hungry predator involved here, and despite it all you know which one you feel safer having out there. Gripping your spear, you edge around the battle, watching for an opening in the thrashing of inhuman bodies.\n\nIt comes when the alligator-beast manages to clamp its jaws on the Raptarran's throat and drag the alien to the ground, the dinosaur-like extraterrestrial struggling to use its claws or talons but unable to move too much without tearing its own throat out. With a savage cry you rush in, stabbing your spear repeatedly towards the beast's neck. Apparently with its jaws around its supposedly much more dangerous foe it's unwilling to turn loose, unable to do much other than writhe and try to slap its tail at you as you thrust the sharp stone over and over, gradually making your way through the matted hair and finding flesh.\n\nBy the time the beast does release the Raptarran and decide to come after you, it's staggering and wobbling, blood gushing and matting its mane. You skitter backwards and away from it, still pointing your spear at the wounded beast as it makes its way towards you, before finally thudding to the ground and letting out a long, loud chuff before going still. You wait a minute to see if it's playing with you, before slowly making your way towards it, then past it to take a look at the Raptarran.\n\nIt's laying on its side, squirming and writhing a bit, making a few wet croaks every so often. It's got one clawed hand pressed to its neck, but its fingers are far too small and bony to do much about covering the obvious gashes there, thin, dark red blood running out across its leathery hide like a faucet turned to a low setting. It will obviously be dead soon without help, its eyes looking up at you, reptilian expression inscrutible, its motions stilling as you stand above it. The eyes slide towards your bloody spear, and you can't help but glance at it as well.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kill the Raptarran.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Leave it.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Help it.|BadCypher9x3]]

<strong>The Deviville Freshman Cheer Squad</strong>\n\n<b>Amanda</b> - Amanda is captain of the squad and the player character most associated with them (assuming you choose to make her a cheerleader). Somewhat over average height with a light tan, Amanda has golden blonde hair, blue eyes, C-cup breasts, lightly curvy hips and a round butt. She tends towards sweet, kind, and responsible by default, but since she's a player character she's basically going to do whatever you tell her to do. (Bow-chicka-bow-wow.)\n\n<b>Cassie</b> - Amanda's best friend and next in charge after her. Cassie is average height for a girl her age, with platinum blonde hair that she keeps in a long French braid, green eyes and somewhat pale skin. She's a little more on the slender side than Amanda but her breasts, hips, and butt are all fairly comparable if just slightly smaller. (Being an important NPC sometimes means measuring up just a little short of the PC.)\n\n<b>Shelly</b> - The smallest girl on the team, and kind of mousey (though it's mean to say that). She's petite, has straight brown hair cut to just above the shoulders, brown eyes, and specializes in gymnastics and acrobatic feats on the field. She has a meek personality and is best friends with Allison.\n\n<b>Allison</b> - Makoto Kino. She's cheerleader American black-haired Makoto Kino, let's not even beat around the bush on that one.\n\n<b>Hanna</b> - Light brown hair in side-twintails, green eyes, B-cups. Sort of frenemies with Sally, though maybe "good-natured rivals" also fits if you don't expect them to be constantly good-natured. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/4558044]]\n\n<b>Kiera</b> - Dark skin, straightish black hair, dark eyes, tanlines that show she's naturally a bit on the lighter side. Apparently reacts to weird events by going a bit weird herself. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/5581662]]\n\n<b>Sally</b> - The best jumper on the squad. C-cups, strong legs, black hair in a ponytail. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/5461390]]\n\n<b>Sandra</b> - Black hair in a long ponytail tied with a ribbon with long tails, blue eyes. Basically flat but good hips. Lots of enthusiasm on the field. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/5094057]]\n\n<b>Pepper</b> - Freckles, short auburn hair, bit on the skinny side. \n\n<b>Mikori</b> - Dark skin, straight brown hair in two short high twintails and two low back twintails, red(?!) eyes, lean build, BB-cups. Claims to be "of mixed ancestry", is actually fullblooded Devilokan. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/4589278]]\n\n<b>Aisha</b> - Dark brown skin, black hair in multiple braids pulled back into a single tail, dark brown eyes. Tall, toned, almost-D-cups. \n\n<b>Kaorin</b> - Actual name Kaori, transfer student from Japan. Black hair in a ponytail with forelocks, light brown eyes, A-cups and overall fairly petite. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/4916286]]\n\n<b>Coach Morrison</b> - The teacher in charge of the Freshman cheer squad. Also teaches history at the school, does martial arts in her spare time. Slightly on the tall side,

Mm, no, you quite like what you've become upon being brought to this world, you think you'll continue to be exactly as you are for the time being.\n\nYou wait for the wagon to come around the corner, standing calmly and patiently, shameless in your nudity. You're quite beautiful and have nothing to be ashamed of, after all. Indeed, as the cart comes around the corner and you can finally see the humans... a fairly young couple and their teenage offspring, tan-skinned and brown-haired... all of them gawk at you. Well, they would be right to, wouldn't they? You see a small, hurried conversation between the adults, but much as you might expect they pull the wagon to a stop near you.\n\n"Ah... good morning, miss," the man tries.\n\n"Good morning," you respond evenly with a bob of the head. "As you might have noticed, I am only recently come to these parts. I would like to ask you for something."\n\n"Ah, well... if I can help out at all," he answers reasonably enough, looking quite open to whatever you might ask. You're hardly even trying at this point, though obviously some things will require a bit more nudging than others.\n\n<hr>\n[["I need a ride."|IriDra1x5]]\n\n[["I need your son."|IriDra]]\n\n[["I need your daughter."|IriDra]]\n\n[["I need your children."|IriDra]]\n\n[["I need everything you have."|IriDra]]

Why not? This doesn't exactly look like the sort of place to buy a cheap three-pack of black thongs, but maybe you'll actually find something you can't live without. You head on in, and the place really is set up like a Victoria's Secret or something, but more... subdued. Less like it's trying to be a chic nightclub or something. Though as the door chimes and someone comes from a different part of the shop to greet you, you'd have to admit she looks ready to hit some sort of nightclub. She's got long, rather wild blonde hair, big pale blue-green eyes, and is wearing a rather scant white dress that leaves her shoulders and arms bare, and is half unzipped in front to show off the rose-patterned bra cupping up against her large breasts, the dress showing off most of her thighs and the garter belt straps leading down to clip to the matching stockings.\n\n<img src="images/paGnwRS.jpg">\n\n"Hi there, and welcome to Lingerie for All Occasions," she greets in an even tone, though she throws in a saucy wink. "I'm Lina, and is there anything I can help you find today?"\n\n"Just sort of browsing," you say, half on reflex.\n\n"Alright, I won't pester you then. Just let me know if you'd like help [[looking for something special|GGLing1x1]], or for a [[particular sort of occasion|GGLing]]. Oh," she says, turning back towards you as she'd just begun to walk away. "Right now we're actually looking for [[models|GGLing]]. If that's something you'd be interested in, let me know too."

The plan goes on! you decide, taking a deep breath to brace yourself before standing up and heading over to where you stashed your 'disguise', pulling out the mask and wig. You're going to go down and see what this sex party is actually like and what goes on at it! ... You know, besides the... sex. ... Right. You consider briefly, then shrug... well, this handily takes care of the issue of whether or not you have something that matches the party attire. Blushing, you strip naked, tossing your clothes over into the corner before working to affix the wig. You've looked at numerous tutorials online and you're confident that between the hairpins, light use of stick-ems, and the mask helping brace it in place, it shouldn't come off even if someone yanks on it... they'd probably have to pull on it hard enough that they'd yank out actual hair anyway, and at that point someone other than you would be in trouble.\n\nYou affix the mask in place, then walk over to the door and take a few deep, steadying breaths, your perky bare breasts rising and falling with them. Okay, you can do this. You can do this. Just go out there and roll with whatever you see and do your best, and if you get caught... ... well, there's certainly enough embarrassment to go around to keep you from getting in too much trouble, you figure. You quickly open the door and slip out, closing it quietly behind you while glancing around to make sure you haven't been spotted exiting. (Looks like they've put a piece of paper with a red 'No' symbol on it on the front of your door. Well that's appreciated.) Luckily it looks like the only people in the upstairs hallway are a pudgy middle-aged guy you're fairly sure is your friend Max's father on his knees giving a rimjob to a woman that you <i>think</i> might be your math teacher from two grades ago. Okay, no big, you think as you use a calm stroll to head down the hall and then the stairs. It's just a bit of swinging, kinkshaming is bad, etc.\n\nStill, it's a bit difficult to brace yourself for the sheer amount of nudity going on downstairs, or to not feel like you want to hide due to your own nudity. 'Picture everybody naked' doesn't actually work when everybody really is naked, you muse as you try to calmly look over the large amount of people who are clearly your neighbors, friends' parents, and other members of the community. Keeping your back straight but not too straight because marching stiff-shouldered through the room would basically be like whistling nonchalantly, you start making your way through the party, trying to observe. One of the first things you realize is that it really is a lot like you'd expect of a normal adult party, people chatting and talking about their daily lives and how things are going at the office and stuff like that... though you also notice that there's obviously much less restraint, with things like how much they'd like to bend the new secretary at work over the desk and make her cum from having her ass pounded (boy that lady sounds braggy about it), or the various features of people they find attractive (including blood relations). Another that you quickly pick up on is that though various people are fairly recognizable and the familiar chatting says they do acknowledge one another, absolutely no one is using names at any point. 'Must be some sort of rule,' you think, trying not to be obvious about staring as one chatting pair's flirting and light fondling turns into the younger man being bent forward against a wall and having the older man's cock stuffed up his ass. But then other people are openly watching and even commenting, so.\n\n"Hm, is this your first time?"\n\nYou jump a little at realizing you're being addressed, and turn a bit to spot... your father. Your very naked, masked father. Even if you didn't recognize his voice and hair, you saw the black half-mask he's wearing hanging in his bedroom earlier, so it's not exactly a hard identification to make. 'Don't look at his dick don't look at his dick don't look at his dick wow Dad has a nice dick FUCK,' you think as you fail in keeping your eyes on his face.\n\nPerhaps taking your stunned silence for censure, your father chuckles. "It's okay, I'm not trying to pry or anything, obviously that's against the rules. Just that I don't recall seeing you here before, so I was a <i>little</i> curious, but that's all I'll ask."\n\n'Voice acting ambitions don't fail me now,' you think, clearing your throat a little before doing your best to pitch your voice a bit lower without sounding phony. "Yes, I'm somebody's plus one, it's my first time here."\n\nYou're really hoping that 'plus ones' are a thing for this party, but it would seem they are as your father just nods. "Right, I did think I would have remembered seeing you here before. You're incredibly cute," he adds, reaching out to brush his fingertips around the curve of one of your breasts and along your nipple, causing you to internally make a noise somewhere between a shriek and a soft yip but externally it comes out as 'mmn'. "Hm, it's a little forward even for one of these parties, but I wouldn't mind welcoming you more thoroughly. Shall we fool around?"\n\nOh. Oh crap. You're being propositioned by your father, who clearly doesn't realize that he's your father as he's propositioning you. And you're not even sure how much rejection you can give without blowing your cover! Okay, okay, quick, think, think think think!\n\n<hr>\n[["It's a bit early, I'm easing in!"|GGParent]]\n\n[["Well, you see, I'm a lesbian!"|GGParent]]\n\n[["YEAH SURE OKAY!"|GGParent]]

You got the impression Jack was pretty pleased with your performance (that he knows about) and that he has to travel a fair bit. You can only hope that by the time summer rolls around, he'll have need of your services again... so you can provide your services to Shep, who you've obviously grown rather fond of. That's probably better than actively seeking something out, which just seems to be begging to get caught. Whereas at Jack's you had plenty of solitude and lots of opportunity to be alone with a happy, horny dog that by now knows you and is likely missing the chance to pound your eager ass.\n\nYou begin to despair as the rest of the school year drags on and on with no hope in sight of Jack calling. You spend many a night fingering your ass and jerking off, stifling your moans at the memory of Shep's hard, slick cock pounding into you. It's about a week into summer vacation, and you've begun to accept that maybe this is a sign that you should give up and at least turn your mind to achievable goals, like human boys (not that a boyfriend seems any more achievable than a girlfriend, but), when you finally get a call from Jack.\n\n"I have to leave in three days. You did such a good job last time that you're the first person I thought of," he tells you. "Besides, Shep seems to miss you. I'll be gone most of the summer, so if your parents are okay with it, prepare for a long stay."\n\nAssuring him you'll convince your parents (and you will, you may have to make some concessions but you'll figure out a way), you agree to be at Jack's at 10am in three days. As you hang up the phone, you're practically trembling in excitement... and your cock is hard as stone. Three days. In three days you might have up to two months of rampant dogfucking to look forward to! The thought has you almost running to the bathroom to lock the door and fish out your stiff prick, stroking it as you stand in front of the toilet. But as lewd thoughts run through your head, they intensify your rampant fantasizing. Could it be even kinkier? Images flash through your mind.. Shep fucking you, and-\n\n<hr>\n[[-you're wearing a collar.|QODS]]\n\n[[-you're a girl.|QODS]]\n\n[[-it's in public.|QODS]]\n\n[[-it's good and hard and he's cramming his knot in you and that's enough.|QODS]]

You haven't seen another car in hours and the chances of seeing another one any time soon seem remote, surely nothing bad could happen if you took your eyes off the road briefly, right? Hahaha how ridiculous would it be for fate to punish even the slightest infraction?! You take your eyes away from what seems a decently straight and open section of the road long enough to look down and poke at your phone, quickly unlocking it and poking at the playlist.\n\nYou look up just in time to see a shocked-looking dark muzzle topped by horns and give a scream before there's an exceptionally hard thump, your entire car veering to one side and part of the windshield cracking into a massive, almost opaque spiderweb. You slam on the brakes halfway through the impact, your car twisting and jerking to one side before finally coming to a halt. Twitching and shuddering, you just sit there for a minute, trying to get your racing heart (and mind) under control and some of your muscles to unclench. \n\nTurning on your hazard blinkers, you risk climbing out of your car, taking a look at it. There's a large dent on the passenger side, the fender crumpled and cracked, the metal on that side bent, the headlight shattered. You take a glance around, and quickly spot what you hit. Oh no, it's a reindeer! You hit a reindeer on Christmas eve! What a miserable thing to happen! You almost start crying and making your way over to it right then, but better sense kicks in... despite your guilt, it's a large, wounded animal, and could be dangerous! But after a few minutes it becomes clear it's not going to move, so you make your way over to take a look down at it.\n\nThe poor thing. It's laying slumped and immobile, eyes closed, as if it could be sleeping... but its sides and chest aren't moving at all. Sniffling, you look over it, and abruptly feel even worse... it's wearing a jingle bell harness. So it probably belonged to someone, like as part of one of those "Santa's Village" sort of places. Of course, with that guilt comes a rush of worry... reindeer have got to be <i>really</i> expensive, right? Suddenly you're looking at more than the deductible for getting your car repaired, not to mention the confrontation of telling someone you killed one of their star attractions on what might be the busiest day of the year. (Second busiest? Christmas Eve would have more kids wanting to see Santa, right? ... Wait, that's not the relevant bit here!)\n\nYou shift a bit in place, glancing nervously between the reindeer and your damaged but driveable car. You're torn between the desire to try to find the reindeer's owner and apologize, as seems proper, and to just drive off and tell your family you hit the non-rein sort of deer at some point on your drive (since it's far enough away from here you doubt anyone would connect you to it, and you could always claim you didn't actually see what you hit if they ever did).\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the owner.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Drive off.|HollyXmas2x2]]

Military? Ugh, that would mean a lot of running around and junk like that, wouldn't it? ... On the other hand, if you did well, you could not only order people around and put people through hell, but the teachers would <i>make them listen to you</i>!\n\nBesides, you're a girl. Surely the training and physical activity won't be nearly as stringent for you as it would be for boys. You could do some pushups and whatnot in exchange for power over others. Now starting to feel practically eager, you point down at the page in the folder. "I think I'd like to go to the military academy."\n\n"Admittedly not the choice I expected of you, Mercer-san," Murata-sensei says with a quirked brow as she accepts the folder back. "But then again, perhaps I understand its appeal to you." You're starting to get the funny feeling this very stern, very odd woman has you pegged entirely. "Well then, come along, and I'll hand you over to Kagura-sensei, who I'm sure will be just delighted to have you."\n\nA bit relieved that you'll apparently be getting out from under Murata's thumb, you rise and follow her back outside, where the car is now waiting close to the foot of the steps. Both of you climb in, and take a long, winding drive out to what seems like a rather remote part of the campus. The building you approach is almost dome-shaped, made out of what almost looks like solid stone layered with metal around the windows. It looks more like some sort of modern fortress than a school building, really. Murata gets out and you trot along after her and into a circular lobby area. There's an almost information-kiosk style desk in the center, and the walls are lined with large posters in lit glass cases, each apparently advertising one of the divisions of the military branch of the school. The posters are mostly to either side of doors, and as the two of you enter, one of the doors slides open and a tall, tan-skinned woman in digital camo fatigues with her black hair pulled back in a ponytail walks out.\n\n"Hey there! I got the call I was getting a new recruit," she says brightly, grinning broadly. Wait, who called her? Before you can ask, she continues, cupping her chin and looking you up and down with a 'hmmmm'. "Not quite our usual, but we actually do get all sorts here. I'm sure you'll find some friends to fit in with right off the bat!" she says cheerfully, clapping you on the shoulder.\n\nYou give her your best phony grin that has just enough obvious phoniness in it that you can feel you're mocking her. "That's great, I look forward to it!"\n\n"Sure sure. Anyway, I'm Kagura-sensei, I'm basically the General of the girls' divisions, but just 'sensei' will do. Well!" She turns a bit, sweeping a hand out. "The posters will give you an idea of what's on the table. If you have any questions about them, just ask me."\n\nNodding, you start to make your way around the circle of the room, looking at the posters. The first one has an image of a very pretty Japanese girl in fatigues like Kagura-sensei's, saluting and looking fabulous while doing it, the main bits of text reading '[[Join the JJSDF|MeanJPPlaceholder]]! Go far in the military! Learn a broad range of skills and mingle with people just like you!' Another has a similarly pretty Japanese girl in fatigues saluting, but she's doing it while poking up out of the top hatch of a tank, her other arm resting atop it. '[[Learn Sensha-dou|MeanJPPlaceholder]]! Learn the feminine artistry of tank warfare!' ... Feminine artistry of tank warfare? What? A third has a girl in a tight digital camo bodysuit and some sort of high-tech headset, behind the glass dome of some sort of robot with dual gatling gun arms that are blazing away. '[[Join MEKA Division|MeanJPPlaceholder]]! Pilot the most cutting-edge vehicles of any military in the world!' Seriously, they've got stuff like that? A fourth shows a trio of girls in digital camo fatigues, but they also seem to be wearing something tight and black with high necks under it... and masks over their lower face, as they salute a Japanese flag waving over a completely black one. '[[Join the Stealth Elite!|MeanNinjaStart]] Defend your country from the shadows!' That doesn't sound like a lot of glory, but still, if you wanted to keep being in the military quiet to avoid offending anybody that it wouldn't make you more popular to offend...\n\nThe next poster actually surprises you, because the pretty redheaded girl in it isn't Asian, and isn't even wearing military attire... unless it's ancient military attire. Her armor looks more like something out of a period drama about Rome or something... even though she's holding a rifle that looks like a weird cross between a raygun and a musket. She's holding her weapon and gazing into the distance in a dignified fashion, her poster's text reading '[[Become a Huntress|MeanRWBYStart]]! The most elite and respected fighters to ever exist!' Hm... elite, huh? Respect, huh? Nice. And what, they go hunting for... deer? Well, you have no objections to killing something, especially if it comes with position and respect.\n\nThe last poster actually makes your jaw drop. It actually shows a girl in a bodysuit like the MEKA Division's... except she's in some sort of sleek spaceship zipping away from Earth. '[[Become a part of UEAS Defense|MeanJPPlaceholder]]! Push the boundaries of infinity, and beyond!' Oh come on, no way... it's gotta be a bunch of simulators and training exercises like that 'space camp' stuff, right?

Basic human instinct takes over and you desperately scramble to your feet and take off at a dead run that you never could have managed in gym class. You hear another horrifying bellow from behind you and something whistling through the air, and the sound of glass shattering and metal shrieking as parts of your car pelt your back through your coat. Ignoring it, you continue to run headlong into the woods, not caring where you're going as long as it's away.\n\nSoon all you can hear is your own panicked breathing, and the hammering of your heart in your ears. But every time you get tempted to slow down and at least look around to see where you are, another of those inhuman noises comes from behind you, occasionally with that awful whistling sound and the crack and clatter of wood shattering. If that thing's doing that to innocent trees, what's it going to do to you?! You push yourself on until it feels like your heart's going to burst at any moment, when you finally see something other than trees ahead... an old barn, its sides splintery and paint chipped off and gone long ago, roof sagging here and there, but still seeming mostly whole.\n\nIt's ridiculously obvious as a hiding place, but you don't have any other options. Pelting through the yawning maw of the doors, you fling them closed behind you and stumble through the darkness inside, every breath so hard it feels like you're going to throw up. You lurch forward and stagger to a stop, resting your hands on your knees, sweat dripping from your face and onto the dirt floor of the barn. You take a quick look around the moment you gather your wits, seeing several stalls full of old, dry hay. Looks like at some point this was partially a stable, too. You also notice that there's what looks like a sickle hung on a wall, the blade dotted with rust but it looks like it still has an edge on it.\n\nDespite the weather, you feel overheated from your run... until you hear another bellow and your blood runs cold. There's the sound of inhuman feet slamming against the ground, and a shadow falling across the moonlight edging in around the barn door. That thing is just outside!\n\n<hr>\n[[Hide in one of the stalls!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Arm yourself!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Just see what it is.|HollyXmas2x4]]

You wander over towards the pair of vampire mascots. There's one guy and one girl, standing far enough apart to not be crowding each other but close enough together they're obviously meant to be part of the same group. They're both pretty "classic" as far as vampires go, bordering on cheesy. The man has the slicked-back hair and white-painted face, as well as the out-of-date tuxedo with red vest and red-lined cape. The woman is dressed more like Morticia Addams or Elvira or something... a tight, slinky black dress with scooped cleavage, though the skirt's full-length and covers her legs but loose enough that she can apparently walk normally.\n\nNow, to approav the [[male vampire|HWLVampM1x1]], or [[female vampire|HWLVampF1x1]]?

Having seen what it did to your car, you're not eager to try the patience of the Krampus. Throwing yourself on its mercy (if it has any) seems to be your only hope. Swallowing hard, you clasp your hands together.\n\n"Please, please, Krampus! I'm sorry! I know what I did was wrong!" you blurt, tears slipping down your cheeks. "I... I messed up! I shouldn't have taken my eyes off the road, and I shouldn't have just driven off after I hit that poor reindeer! I made a bad mistake and then I made another one, and I'm sorry! I'll... I'll make up for it somehow, honest! Just please don't kill me!"\n\nThe Krampus stares at you with its scowling, inhuman face for long moments, before it lets out a derisive snort. You almost pass out with fear as the blade-tipped chain in its hand drops down and begins to spin, then suddenly goes shooting through the air towards you. You're expecting pain at any moment, but instead there's a loud ripping noise and a sudden rush of cold. Staring down at yourself dumbfounded, you find you've been stripped completely naked... whether it somehow swung the chain through you without hitting you, or just sent it past you with enough force, it's utterly destroyed all your clothes. You look back up at the Krampus in shock only to find it looming above you, reaching out to grab you by the neck with one big hand. You can't help but scream as you're swung around towards its other hand, which is holding something...\n\nYou go tumbling into the huge bag, bouncing and wobbling as you hit the bottom of it. Most of the light disappears as the bag is closed, and you yelp as you suddenly go swinging through the air, thumping against the Krampus's broad back. You instinctively try to struggle, kicking your legs and flailing your arms, but the motions of the Krampus walking keep throwing you off-balance and compacting you further into the bottom of the bag, until you're forced to curl up on yourself. The burlap scratches your bare skin as you're tumbled around helplessly, thumping against the creature's back as he carries you off to who-knows-where. Eventually a combination of exhaustion, fear, and shock causes you to pass out.\n\nWhen you come to, you're still cold, your body trying to shiver and not managing it very well due to your position... stretched spread-eagle and upright in the air. Scratchy, rough rope is tied around your wrists and ankles, stretching your arms and legs out to just-almost pain without quite getting there. You try to struggle but find there's absolutely no give, your tits jiggling, and your panicked breathing coming out in puffs of fog. You're in some sort of room... it doesn't look all that different than the barn you tried to hide in before, though the roof looks to be made of... ice?... instead of wood.\n\nYou can hear a heavy door on rusty hinges creaking open behind you, and then the distinctive sound of those heavy, huge hooffalls on the ground. You tremble as hard as you can in the uncomfortable bonds you're held in as you hear the Krampus moving around behind you, its snorts of breath sounding like thunder in your ears, your fear only magnified by the fact that you can't see it. You try to plead for forgiveness again, but your throat has gone tight with terror and won't make a sound... at least until you scream as there's a thrumming whistle and something cracks across your back, making you try to lurch against the ropes. \n\nThe strike leaves a stinging, almost burning pain spreading out from a thin line on your back... until whatever it is whistles through the air and this time strikes the back of your thighs. You cry out again, but this time the next strike hits right across your generous ass even as you're yowling. After that the switch continues to sing through the air again and again with abandon, the Krampus whipping you with it mercilessly, making you writhe and buck in your bonds. Sweat is soon gleaming on your skin again despite the cold of the room, droplets of it flung from your tits as they lurch and wobble with the jerks of your body. And somewhere your brain links the intense sensation with your guilt, convincing at least part of you that you want this... the pain and heat in your back, across the backs of your legs, on your ass, starts to be echoed by a heat between your legs, arousal joining the sweat dampening your inner thighs.\n\nEventually the Krampus ceases its assault on your back, leaving you hanging in the ropes sobbing softly, your back a mass of stinging, hot welts from shoulders to knees, your pussy aching and begging to be fucked somewhere under all that pain. You rather distantly hear more hooffalls, and then feel the Krampus's large hands gripping your waist. You whimper at the feel of something hot, hard, and throbbing rubbing against the switch-marked cheeks of your ass, before it draws away again. You let out another scream as the Krampus's flare-tipped prick abruptly rams not into your needy, sodden cunt, but deep into your unprepared asshole, your belly bulging with the girth and length of it. Your eyes roll and your teeth grit as the holiday monster begins fucking your ass brutally, its leathery white balls swinging forward to smack against your pussy with wet slaps, its hips spanking against your stinging, marked buttocks. Your head lurches and tosses with the motions of it fucking you, tits jiggling and wobbling, at least until it reaches forward and begins mauling them with both hands, its black talon-like nails leaving scratches on the sweat-gleaming flesh as it kneads and squeezes roughly.\n\nThe torrent of pain and trickles of pleasure mingle with your earlier feeling of deserving this, and a shameful orgasm slams through you, leaving you gurgling and twitching as the Krampus continues beastfucking your ass. You have several more before the white-skinned creature gives one of those terrifying yowling bellows and shoves deep into you, a rush of something that's simultaneously both hot and cold flooding your abused hole, the bulge of its prick gradually disappearing as your belly swells and rounds out with the massive load being pumped into you. Eventually your belly is stretched and full, wobbling in front of you like an oversized water balloon. The Krampus grunts, then abruptly pulls out. Almost the same instant, it slashes the ropes holding you up, allowing you to collapse to the floor in a boneless and graceless heap, twitching on the cold, hard earth as cum gushes out of your ass and down over your sodden, twitching, still occasionally aftershock-orgasming pussy.\n\nEventually, once your stomach is mostly flat again and your lower body is laying in a rapidly turning icy pool of cum, you start to come back to yourself. You drag your abused body up to your knees and turn a bit to look... the Krampus is standing there, holding a long birch switch, its horselike white cock with its elaborate grooves across the shaft jutting before it in a half-hard arc and dripping cum on the floor. It grunts, then makes a beckoning gesture, turning and starting to walk towards the massive wooden door gaping open in the back wall. It clearly wants you to follow it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Obey.|HollyXmas2x6]]\n\n[[Plead for forgiveness again.|HollyXmas]]

Every muscle in your body feels like jelly, and a sort of exhaustion has set in emotionally as well as physically. Hiding seems pointless, and you're no fighter... you may as well just face whatever this is. You straighten up and turn towards the door, trying your best to brace yourself.\n\nThe door is yanked open, and the thing moves inside, its huge onyx-black hooves slamming into the dirt hard enough to send little clouds of it into the air. It's as big as you thought, well over seven feet tall, with skin as white as the snow and etched with little grooves like tribal tattoos. It's shaggy in some places and showing bare skin in others, mostly covered on its lower body, its white-furred legs putting you in mind of old stories of satyrs... which you guess goes with the massive bare cock and balls dangling from its crotch, swinging between its shaggy thighs with every step, the tip flattish and flared more like a horse's than anything else. Its face too has a somewhat goatlike look, with a squashed, upturned nose and jutting jaw with long, wispy white goatee attached. The massive curved horns are only part of a 'crown' of them along its forehead and the sides of its pointy ears, sharp teeth bared as it opens its mouth and growls at you.\n\n<img src="https://i.imgur.com/t7N76Le.jpg">\n\nSomething tickles the back of your mind about its appearance... stories you heard from family when you were a kid. The... the Krampus?! Santa Claus gives presents to good children, but in a years gone by, it was apparently necessary to threaten children with consequences for bad behavior too, so the Krampus would go around kidnapping or beating them. Or worse. It seems absolutely unbelievable, especially considering you're not a child, but it looks like the Krampus has come for you! ... W-wait, though a lot of modern stuff has Santa and the Krampus as enemies, in the old, old stories, wasn't Krampus Santa's ally? And you killed... a reindeer...\n\nUh-oh.\n\n<hr>\n[[Deny guilt.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Beg for forgiveness.|HollyXmas2x5]]

Swallowing heavily, you carefully get to your feet and follow after the Christmas monster. With every step you can feel your thighs, ass, and back set off stinging from your switch welts, and you can feel the gooey cum still sloshing around in and dripping out of your ass. The cold ground leeches what heat you had out of your feet, and you keep expecting them to go numb or even start hurting but it never quite happens. Instead you just shiver in the cold and hug yourself as you follow the Krampus through long hallways made of rough wood with icy ceilings, leaving a trail of cum from your abused asshole behind you.\n\nThe Krampus eventually stops and undoes a door just like the one of the room you were kept in, and you follow it inside. It's... nearly identical to the one you were kept in, actually. Right down to having a naked person strung up in the middle of the room! He looks like a boy of about fifteen or sixteen, average in most ways and with shaggy brown hair. He's trembling in the cold in a way that you think says he's awake... he must be feeling the same trepidation and fear you did when you heard that door swing open behind you, unable to see far enough over your shoulder to know what was going to happen.\n\nThe Krampus turns towards you, then thrusts the fist holding the birch switch out towards you. When you flinch back he growls, then thrusts the switch towards you again, pale icy eyes glaring at you expectantly. After a moment you hesitantly reach a shaking hand out and take the switch in hand, the massive pale monster turning it loose and stepping back. It snorts fog out through its nose, then points towards the suspended boy. You stare back and forth between the Krampus and the boy, then down at the switch in your hand. He's telling you to... well, to pass it along? To whip this boy, who has apparently been bad enough to earn the Krampus's ire, like you were whipped...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Do it really halfheartedly.|HollyXmas]]

You are a male between the ages of forty and fifty. You're starting to show your age, likely with grey in your hair and some lines on your face, and being seen in public with a young woman is probably starting to get you some "What a dirty old man" scowls. But you've lived enough of your life to know who you are, and have likely made something of yourself. Though just what you've made...\n\n[[Thaddeus|ThaddeusStart]]: A 45-year-old academic. Your father, an adventurer back in the days when just busting into tombs and taking home what you found was standard procedure, has passed away and left you his extensive holdings.

"Obviously we need a better ship than this one," you answer as the two of you walk towards the corridors, with you effectively leading the way towards the bridge. "You can tell me about this one, yes?"\n\n"It was a Cattleyard-class captive transport when it was first built 100 years ago," Bosses Clutchmates immediately answers. "Designed to rest at the borders of our space and allow for more active capturing ships to bring their loads back and store until it was full, so it could bring a massive number of captives back to the homeworlds at once. It was decommissioned thirty years ago, and then ten years ago recommissioned as a bait ship, largely gutted and fitted with the appropriate corridors and traps. A few of the facilities were left intact in the event they were needed, but its weapons were virtually nonexistent, and the less powerful reactor that was installed when it was recommissioned means even those won't work at full capacity."\n\n"Excellent, Bosses Clutchmates. I knew you'd be the perfect pick for my second-in-command."\n\nYou've never imagined a dinosaur getting flustered, but you might almost think she was blushing. "Red-Striped Lord of Space, I would be <i>very</i> happy to be so, and I would excel in the position," she chirps in the Raptarran form of modesty, before adding, "But would you not prefer one of the handful of full-named adults? Splotchy Stripes Who Always Facefucks Mammals Until They Go Stupid would die for you now, after all, and he has far more experience." Of course, despite the demurring, her claws are flexing and the tip of her tail is wiggling in excitement.\n\n"But he's not as smart as you are," you answer simply, glancing over at her briefly and flashing her a toothy grin. "I have full faith in your ability to work with me to make our new and better ship a reality."\n\n"Yes... yes, certainly, Red-Striped Lord of Space."\n\nYou give a soft rumble in your throat. "Eh... you may have noticed I'm an unconventional sort, right?"\n\n"Yes, Red-Striped Lord of Space, it had occurred to me."\n\nYou give a trill-chuckle as the two of you emerge onto the bridge, which already has several other Raptarrans at work either using the computers or opening up panels to work on their guts. "Then roll with it when I say I prefer to use shortened forms of names among those in my inner circle."\n\n"That's very..." You can almost hear her say 'mammalian' before she amends herself. "Unconventional indeed."\n\n"Give it a try, though."\n\n"... Lord," she says after a moment with a bob of her head, the sound just a short but distinctive bark of sound.\n\nWell, you're not sure that quite counts as 'informal', but it'll do. "Alright, Bosses, now let's get to work. We have a lot of planning to do to get our new ship."\n\n"You seem to already have something in mind, Lord," she asks, still seeming a bit squirmy and almost delighted at the semi-wicked use of a shortened name, even as the two of you step up to the main control panel.\n\n"I do," you chitter, grinning at her again.\n\n<hr>\n[["A Raptarran ship."|BadCypher]]\n\n[["A pirate ship."|BadCypher]]\n\n[["A warship."|BadCypher]]

Nah, definitely pass on that, even though you're hungry. Movie theaters already inflate their prices, and so do amusement parks, you're pretty sure you don't wanna see those two stacked on top of each other. Instead you head over to the nearest ticket touchscreen, briefly looking it over to confirm that the viewings are free. None of them look like they're exactly blockbuster thrillers... in fact most of the titles look like those sort of knockoff movies that you suspect are mostly made to trick clueless grandmas into buying them for their grandkids because they don't know any better. ("Here's that movie you wanted, sweetheart, 'Atlantic Rim'!") They all seem to be themed too, maybe they were made by the same studio on some goofy theme or whatever. Interestingly enough they all do seem to be 3D... ah, no, wait, they say "5D"... showings. Whatever that means. Shrugging, you pick up a pair of weird octagonal glasses with prismatic lenses from the nearby bin before selecting a movie.\n\n[[Attack of the X-Bots|XBotsStart]]\n\n[[Invasion from Planet X|XAlienStart]]\n\n[[Terror of the X Galaxy|XTerrorStart]]\n\n[[X-Man|XManStart]]\n\n[[Mister X|XKillerStart]]\n\n[[Mister X 3: Screams In Space|XK3Start]]\n\n[[Newbreed: An Agent X-7 Film|X7Start]]

A realization hits you. Ever since you got plunged into all this, you've pretty much been dancing to someone else's tune. Despite supposedly becoming a co-leader of a bunch of space pirates, you were still taking orders and doing what you're told. But now... now you're more powerful than you've ever been physically, with a body built for combat and debauchery, a super suit that if anything seems to be getting more powerful, and a ship full of high level sci-fi technology and potential soldiers to do your bidding.\n\nNo way are you going back to being Arana's little errand boy!\n\nAlright, but you need to plan this out carefully, you decide. The whole reason you were desperate enough to turn yourself into a Raptarran was that they're scary, you can't deal with them lightly. (Though they're getting steadily less scary the more you get used to being one.) And since you need time to prepare, you need to make sure that you're not disturbed; that means shutting off the "distress beacon", AKA lure. Though as you make your way to the bridge where there will be better computer access, you realize that won't do either... that might alert the Raptarrans no doubt watching the ship waiting for some more 'mammals' to get trapped that something was amiss.\n\nAfter learning some more about the computer systems, though, you come up with what you think is a rather ingenious workaround. Raptarran broadcast signals are just as advanced as the rest of their technology, the lure signal on this ship has just been broadened to let 'lesser' antennas pick it up. By carefully and gradually narrowing it back to a Raptarran-only frequency, any Raptarrans watching will think the lure is still active, but anyone else won't pick it up. That should guarantee you don't get interrupted.\n\nNext you move on to teaching yourself about Raptarran technology and culture. You find you can pick it up incredibly rapidly, your brain soaking up everything you read like a sponge. In fact it's more like you're just reminding yourself of things you already knew. Could the changes to your brain be so extensive? Well, good, much better than having some lowly mammal brain, you think with satisfaction, giving a low trill of satisfaction as you read over another technical document. Of course, the suit helps a lot too, the HUD helpfully cross-referencing and providing footnotes the more it interfaces with the system... you wonder if it's getting better as it learns more as well, or if it's related to your own advancement? Well, no matter, a question for another time. \n\nAs you'd already noticed before, Raptarrans accepted as adults tend to have long, descriptive names... an easy affair when it can all be communicated with a particular series of noises, which you can produce a wide range of and seem to instinctively understand. And then there are 'hatchling names', which are also descriptive but short and usually rather diminutive, based on some behavior early in childhood rather than a distinguishing trait they've shown in proper adulthood. There is, however, a precedent for short, pithy adult names as long as they're suitably grandiose, and those can apparently be even more impressive than particularly long and complex ones... if you can live up to them. You give yourself a sharp-toothed smirk as you begin reading over the entire roster of the sleeper bay, already plotting further. Hm... while you're at it, might as well make a bit more use of the bio-engineering lab. Just for fun~!\n\nThe whole process takes several days, and a few times you use the matter replicators to make meals. You're almost half through a large, bleeding steak before you realize that you both ordered it that way and started eating it without thinking. After a few blinks, you give a 'meh' click and finish your lunch. Whatever.\n\nFinally, you're ready to begin your plan. You make your way down to the sleeper bay, doing a quick check to make sure all the signal blockers and system bypasses are still in place before beginning the awakening sequence. Pods slide open quickly with low hisses and puffs of gas, but almost the moment the tops of the pods are out of the way the Raptarrans inside them leap out, canny-eyed and ready, a few even giving excited shrieks as if believing they were leaping right into battle. Most of them quickly spot you, and look a bit confused at your appearance, but since you're standing in the most commanding spot with your body raised into an Alpha's position, they all begin gathering in front of you, even if some of them look rather dubious.\n\n"Exactly who are you, youngling?" one of them asks, your HUD helpfully popping up his name and a clip of his profile, even though you'd probably recognize him from memory. Ah, right, that would be Splotchy Stripes Who Always Facefucks Mammals Until They Go Stupid, one of the small handful of adults assigned to the sleeper bay. He's got a number of notations for prowess in both combat and rape ability, you're curious who exactly he annoyed to get him assigned to this particularly lowly duty. Still, most of the others look at him respectfully before turning even more dubious eyes on you.\n\n"I am Red-Striped Lord of Space," you declare, never once blinking as you stare at the group.\n\nMany of the younglings go slack-jawed at the sheer audacity of someone their own age proclaiming such a name. There's a ripple of trilling laughter that runs through the group, some of it incredulous, some of it mocking (mostly from the fully-grown Raptarrans.)\n\n"You're some child in a ridiculous getup! You're wearing some kind of armor like a mammal!" Facefucks declares, sneering as he lowers his head slightly, body hunching a bit closer to a predatory angle as if to demonstrate you might be considered prey at any moment. "I'll spend awhile putting you in your proper place before you answer for your behavior!"\n\nYou'd expected this, even hoped for it to a certain extent. You'd even ranked Facefucks as being the one most likely to call you out, considering his likely resentment at being assigned to sleeper duty on a bait ship with a bunch of younglings. There's only one question of how to respond to this...\n\n<hr>\n[[Do you use 100% power...|BadCypher]]\n\n[[... or 10% power?|BadCypher11x8]]

You definitely don't want to get dragged any further down this rabbit, ah, raptor hole than you have already. You're already starting to wonder how much this form is affecting you, considering how much you enjoyed fucking a guy's ass just now. Plus, your suit is back in the bio-lab. "I suppose I should probably go back to my cryo-pod," you announce.\n\n"Ah? I don't think there's any real need for that, Secret Words, you're awake now. There will be lots of fun with these on our way back to Raptarran space, why wouldn't you want to come?" Chase sounds merely curious, but the faint twitch at the tip of his tail tells you he's also a bit suspicious.\n\nLuckily, maybe with some help from your new predatory brain, you're good at thinking fast. "I know, but it is my very first mission after all. I want to prove I can stick to it and see it through." You try a charming smile, and hope your muzzle makes a proper equivalent. "Besides, after seeing the way you handle the others, Dark-Striped One Who Chases Female Mammals Until They're Exhausted Before Putting A Clutch In Them, I feel like I can follow your example when more of the sleeper crew is awake, make a better name for myself."\n\n"Oho, you're quite the eager-to-please one, aren't you?" Chase says with another of his trill-chuckles. "Makes me a little disappointed I couldn't get you in my quarters and have my way with you at some point on the way back. But alright, alright, if your duty is your hardon I've no right to gainsay it. Here, give me that, I'll take it back with this one."\n\nTaking a risk, you bob your head. "You're sure? I could take it to the ship for you before I go back..."\n\n"Now now, make sure your dedication doesn't turn into clawlicking, Secret Words. Cocklicking is one thing, clawlicking another." But the words are amiable, Chase sidling into a position that would let you easily transfer the pirate from your back to his, flopping him over the other one. "Look me up when you get your name, youngling, we'll have a few drinks and fuck," he adds before heading off down the passage.\n\nYou give a short, effectively wordless bark of assent before turning to make your way back towards the bio-lab, making sure you're not seen hurrying. You pass a few more Raptarrans headed the other way, and while a few give you curious glances, none of them challenge you. The door slips open at your approach, and you step inside, hesitating briefly before moving over to the control panel you used before. It's much, much easier to understand now, and you're quickly able to access the rest of the ship's systems.\n\nAs is obvious by now, this is a bait ship... it's almost entirely empty, intended for the sole purpose of drawing in curious or greedy non-Raptarrans to become the playthings of the ship's creators. The knockout gas is the main trap, but there are more scattered all through the ship, you find. Pretty much all of them are nonlethal, and some are even designed to only hold their captive temporarily... to make it all the more fun to chase them down or catch them, as seems perfectly obvious to you now. However, this <i>was</i> once a fully-operational and in-service ship, and is intended to become a temporary base or even be put back into use if necessary. Thus the fully usable bio-lab, as well as a handful of other essential Raptarran facilities.\n\nYou access the sensors and confirm that the Raptarran ship that brought over the collection team has uncoupled and is flying off. Good, looks like Chase didn't bother to check whether you'd actually gotten back into the cryo-pod. After a quick sensor sweep to make sure that the only living things on board are you and the other Raptarrans in the sleeper bay, you make your way over to where you hid your suit, tugging it out from the nook where you tucked it. Somewhat awkwardly, since your current arms aren't properly designed for it, you swing it into place on your back, hoping it proves adaptable enough to still activate. To your relief it starts sliding out and back over you like it did before, shaping itself to your new non-humanoid body, the helmet becoming a long thing faintly resembling a blunt-nosed fighter jet with a solid, clear canopy over the top of your head. The HUD is actually far less intrusive now, even as it adapts to be entirely in the Raptarran language. A glance towards the shiny wall shows that it's changed its color scheme again too... mostly black with a few white accents, and red tiger stripes along various portions of it to match the ones on your back. The blasters have repositioned themselves to your shoulders and are currently at an 'at ease' position, but a thought swings the barrels forward and has them auto-aim without even needing to be held in your hands. Well, not too shabby, really.\n\nMaking your way back to the console, your claws now making a sharper metallic click on the bulkhead floors, you check over the systems. There's a handful of small ships capable of wormhole navigation in one of the bays... you could load up a few useful things from the ship and head back to Arana, albeit with some explaining to do. Alternatively, you could summon her here instead... with your ability to access the systems, there's no need to be afraid of the traps.\n\n('Unless you want her to be,' part of you notes, briefly causing your lips to curl in a smirk before you shake it off. What was that? ... Still, though.)\n\nYou pause briefly, your claws hovering above the touchpad. But... do you really need to hook back up with Arana at all? Perhaps it's your human ambition mingling with your new Raptarran deviousness, but you have access to a ship (albeit an old one), technology even the Raptarrans apparently don't have in the form of your suit, and a bay full of what are no doubt young, eager Raptarrans like Chase assumed you were, crying out for leadership and a chance to distinguish themselves to someone. What if that someone was you?\n\n... No, it's a crazy thought. Ridiculous. ... Right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go back to Arana.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Summon Arana.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Take command of the ship.|BadCypher11x7]]

You hope your nervous swallow isn't obvious. But it's clear that to keep your cover, you need to act just as oversexed and eager to shove your cock in an available hole as the rest of the aliens. As you reach out to haul the pirate's ass into the air and grab for his waistband, you start trying to get yourself hard despite the fact that guys are, well, not your thing. It's actually surprisingly easy... it feels like you're gaining much more control over this body than you had even over your old one, and soon you can feel your long, thick, glistening cock fully unsheathed and jutting below your belly. You pause briefly at the sight of the male pirate's rather toned and very masculine-looking ass, not to mention the hairy, dangling balls and cock below the puckered skin leading up to his bare asshole. You risk taking a quick glance over at Chase, who's already positioned himself between the other pirate's legs and is indeed pumping away, fucking the man while holding his legs spread in the air.\n\nWith another light swallow that you feel pass down your long, now rather inhuman neck, you step forward into position over the pirate, shifting your hips with a wiggle of your tail to get your prick into position. Then you push forward, unable to help giving a trill of pleasure at the feel of a hot, tight hole spreading around you and conforming to your cock. You begin rocking your hips, your body easily falling into the motions of driving your shaft deeper into the human's asshole as you begin properly fucking him. The feeling is... well, you may not like guys, but it's really hard to deny that having a hot, tight hole wrapped around you feels incredible. You find yourself making even more bestial noises, soft hoots and trills and short barks that aren't anything even vaguely like human, Chase making some similar noises along with that particular trill that you understand as a chuckle now.\n\nYou can feel your leathery ballsack slapping against the pirate's taint, your enhanced senses even giving you some faint sense of his limp cock and balls swaying under you... ah, the motion's actually a little different, feels like he's gotten at least half-hard from being fucked in his sleep. The realization hits some part of your newly more lizardy brain and has your scaly lips pulling up in a smirk as you start thrusting faster, fucking him all the more eagerly. Then you throw back your head and give a brief yowl as you thrust forward and begin pumping a load of cum into his ass, Chase giving his own similar shriek a moment later as splatters of white fall to the floor where they spurt out around the base of his dick.\n\nFeeling a bit lightheaded, you pull out of the pirate, doing your best to return Chase's smirk as he does the same. Following your 'elder's' example, when he picks up the pirate he just fucked and slings him across his back you do the same, following Chase as he heads off down the hallway. "Most of the rest of these mammals should be gathered up now, let's head back to the ship."\n\n<hr>\n[[Come up with an excuse to double back.|BadCypher11x6]]\n\n[[Continue following along.|BadCypher]]

"My name is Secret Words," you answer, finding it natural enough, though something causes you to find an equivalent to the meaning of your assumed name rather than trying to pronounce it directly with a voicebox (and something in your head, it feels like) that's apparently better suited to hooting and chirping than consonants.\n\nImmediately the other Raptarran's face clears, though it's kind of odd how you understand its feelings just from the slight shifts in its inhuman face and posture. "Ah, a hatchling name, you must have been in one of the cryopods loaded into the sleeper bay. Didn't think any of you would be up already."\n\nYou think fast. Cryopods... they must have had some Raptarrans already aboard in stasis or whatever, in case another ship couldn't get here in time to collect whatever they trapped. Taking a risk, you answer, "I got woken up because they sent in an early scout... the ship must have thought I could appraise the situation. They all started falling asleep right away, though, so I decided to wait."\n\n"It often is more fun to do things in a group, especially when you're young," the Raptarran answers cheerfully, giving its tail a little wiggle of apparent enthusiasm. "Well, Secret Words, I am Dark-Striped One Who Chases Female Mammals Until They're Exhausted Before Putting A Clutch In Them. I'm one of the bio-scanners on this trip. Since I assume that you don't want to go back into your cryo-pod, why don't you accompany me as I go around scanning these idiot mammals?"\n\n"Yes, certainly," you answer quickly, stepping around the piece of equipment you're standing behind as the very long-named alien turns to head back out the doorway, hoping he doesn't notice that you feel a bit awkward about walking on these differently-shaped legs. You can feel a twitch here and there in your body, like the serum isn't entirely done, either.\n\nYou continue following along, swallowing your dismay as you see more Raptarrans moving about, some with pirates slung over their backs. Every time you near one of those, the other Raptarran approaches the dark brown one you're with, the two of them hooting and chirping amiably to each other as Dark-Striped One Who... ... just call him Chase... Chase runs a scanner over the unconscious humans. Eventually the two of you round a corner, and you can't help but start a little at the sight of a Raptarran with one of the sleeping pirates pulled into an ass-in-the-air position, the alien pumping his long, glistening prick into the unconscious human's asshole.\n\nChase gives an amiable chuckle. "Come on now, Green-Tinted Male That Likes Mammals With Particularly Large Mammaries Best, you know you're supposed to wait until after they've been scanned before having any fun like that," he chastises, even as his own cock starts to slip out of his sheath, dripping a bit onto the floor.\n\n"Mmmn, sorry, Dark-Striped One Who Chases Female Mammals Until They're Exhausted Before Putting A Clutch In Them, but the sight of a completely helpless mammal always gets me so excited," the other Raptarran moans, not once even slowing down in his fucking of the knocked-out pirate. \n\n"Alright, alright, just slow down so I can get a decent read." The green-tinted Raptarran slows his thrusts to smooth, steady strokes briefly, waiting until Chase has run his scanning wand up and down over the man's body several times before resuming thrusting, faster than before, only taking a few more pumps before he throws back his head and yowls, spurts of thick white goo oozing out around the base of his cock.\n\nBordering on being in shock, you follow along after Chase as he continues down the hallway. Soon the two of you come to a pair of pirates who are passed out on the floor, one splayed on his belly, the other on his back. Chase calmly runs his scanner over both, even though his cock is now jutting below him at obviously full erection, apparently focused on his work. However, the moment he's finished, he clips the wand to the harness he's wearing and moves to yank down the pants of the pirate laying on his back. "Alright, I've got these two scanned and registered, may as well have a quick bit of fun ourselves before we load them."\n\n"Ah...?" you say a bit faintly.\n\n"Hm? Do you have a preference for this one instead?" Chase asks, glancing over and blinking his yellow eyes curiously. "My pardon, I assumed you'd want the other one because he'll be easier to get into a quick fucking position. You're young so I didn't think you'd have quite the experience to do 'humie-style' positions. But I do like it when I can spread a male's legs and pump into them prone like a female," he adds, tossing the pants aside and pushing the pirate's thighs apart and up, showing off his limp cock and bared asshole. "But, well, I'm already starting with this one, so if you would."\n\n<hr>\n[[Better do it.|BadCypher11x5]]\n\n[[Come up with an excuse.|BadCypher]]

Flight response kicks in hard, and you turn to scramble back towards the door, glancing fearfully over your shoulder as you do. You can see the vaguely-shaped luminous thing fling itself after you, and just before you get to the door you feel it impact. The strike against your back is like you've been splashed by an entire bucket's worth of play slime flung particularly hard, soaking your shirt and skin, crossed with the sensation of a heavy bass thump passing right through your body.\n\nThe change happens incredibly fast. You drop several inches in height at the same time your chest springs outward, the pair of massive boobs now attached to it wobbling and jiggling heavily purely from the speed at which they appeared. Your general reduction in body size allows your pants and underwear to drop to the ground before your hips and ass round out enough that they might have kept it up. Your flat stomach takes on a slight curve, and your cock is almost instantly gone, replaced by a plump pussy with a dusting of black fur above it. Speaking of which, even as all that's happening, your blonde hair practically flies out from your head, darkening to pure black and settling into a wild fall down your back and into your eyes.\n\n"Ah! It actually worked! It really worked!" What the... your mouth is moving without any input from you, and a voice that is definitely not yours is coming out! In fact you find you have no control over your body as your head tilts down and a pair of much more feminine hands raises up, giving the new boobs you've sprouted a squeeze. You can feel the touch on your hands, the softness and warmth of them, and even the pleasure that comes from the touch (a rather intense pleasure at that), but the motion is completely out of your control! "Ahhhh... ohhhh, that feels so good after sixty years," your mouth declares, eyes closing and head tilting back as you continue to knead your out-of-nowhere tits. You struggle against the motions, especially how strange and alien it feels to be getting pleasure from it, to no avail... in fact, all you can do is watch as your eyes open and your head tilts down again and one of your hands moves down, lifting up the front of your shirt, then sliding two fingers along your new pussy. \n\n'Hey! Hey, stop, whoever you are! Let me go!' you protest, even your mental voice shaky and uncertain as those fingers continue to move, the completely unfamiliar sensation of your pussy getting hot and wet running through you, the tension you're unfamiliar with low in your belly and spreading through you, and then the shock of actually feeling two fingers push inside you. 'S-stop!'\n\n"Mmmm... sorry, friend," your own body... or rather, as is obvious by now, the ghost inhabiting it that's changed its form... answers, hips shaking lewdly as those fingers stroke in and out. "But I've been gathering up my strength for decades so I could do something like this, and I'm not even sure how long it will last, so I'm definitely going to enjoy it. I haven't gotten to feel the pleasures of the flesh in a looooong time! ... Oh!" She squeals, suddenly popping her fingers out of herself, flinging out a line of wetness as she does. "Oh, I can <i>leave the house</i> like this! ... I can actually get fucked!"\n\n'What?!'\n\n"Yeah! Oooo, I saw some cute boys going by awhile ago, I bet I could catch up to them! Oh, such a wicked thing, sex with more than one person at once, but then, it's not as if it's my body? Well I mean it's my body <i>now</i> but you know what I mean!"\n\n'I don't wanna get gangbanged as a girl! ... Or at all!'\n\n"Oh is that the word?! Gangbanged?! My my my, that sounds so wicked, but I like it! Yes, I'm gonna go get gangbanged!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Nooooo!|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[W-wait!|BuddyOct]]

Well. You turned down Arana's offer of augmentation earlier, but if it's just you against some predatory aliens you might need to rethink it. At the least if you do get out of this, you'll want at least something to bring back to Arana that will mollify her about losing the pirates, and you're betting something from her obvious interest would do it best.\n\nThe door at least opens for you as you head in, showing a roomful of... well, sci-fi stuff, really, is all you can particularly think of. Big cylinders full of bubbly green liquid, tables with what you're guessing are some sort of scanning arrays over them, lots of robot arms on the ceiling. You spot what looks like some sort of master control panel... at least to your inexperienced eyes... and walk over, tapping it. The touchscreen lights up with a bunch of text, hardly any of which your helmet can offer even a guesswork translation for. You do spot one that says 'Load Bio-Enhancement Shover' and curiously tap that. A nearby wall panel immediately slides open, revealing a row of some sort of injector guns, and next to them a panel with a number of small cylinders (currently empty) sticking out of it. Ah, apparently you load it up with the stuff and then put the cylinder in the gun. Arana would probably love to have some of this stuff.\n\nThen you see the minimap your suit has generated light up with a number of red dots moving through the passages. The Raptarrans are here! At the sight of how many of them there are, your interest in the bio-enhancer goes from theoretical to practical... no way you can take that many on your own, you need help! You quickly start scrolling through the selections on the screen... the text doesn't get translated, though, you'll have to judge on outlines, which are either of the whole creature or just its head. What to pick?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Bovine head.|BadCypher11bx1]]\n\n[[Squid(?) outline.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Feline head.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Raptor outline.|BadCypher11x3]]

Them's that falls behind gets left behind, right? Same for anyone falling asleep. Not wanting to be hindered by the drowsy pirates, you take off without a word, leaving them to their own devices as you try to find a way through the ship. You can't just go back to your own, it's probably trapped too now... but maybe there's an escape pod, or a computer you can hack, something like that.\n\nYou find yourself passing through a number of branching, nearly identical-looking passageways. You'd think you were going in circles, except that your suit creates a sort of minimap based on where you've been as you go along. Even then it's difficult to keep track... the passages are obviously designed to be difficult to navigate and confusing, passing back and forth over each other. Several times you come across unconscious pirates, but do your best to ignore them, focusing on getting yourself out of this mess.\n\nEventually you find a hallway that does look at least a little bit different. It has a sort of wider area in part of it, and the doors actually have writing on them. Your suit attempts a translation that it warns you is probably only 50% accurate at best, but one door reads 'Bio-Enhancement Lab' and the other reads 'Crew Transport Storage'. ... Does that mean it's the hangar bay? That seems the most obvious takeaway. The other looks different than the other two, being built into the curve of the wall, and with a window in said door. Glancing in shows a small spherical area with what looks like a pilot seat surrounded by screens. An escape pod!\n\n<hr>\n[[Head for the hangar bay.|BadCypher11ax1]]\n\n[[Check out the bio-enhancement lab.|BadCypher11x2]]\n\n[[Use the pod.|BadCypher]]

Man, it's actually been a long time since you've gone by that old place, you think as you head along the road towards where you're pretty sure it is. Has it gotten even more dilapidated since then...?\n\n<img src="images/151312357113427.jpg">\n\n'Yup,' you think, looking up at the old, battered house with its pale, stained wooden siding and boarded-up shutters. At least none of it seems to have fallen in and it still seems pretty structurally sound overall. It's a pretty simple two-story affair, not particularly big or even particularly old, just on a lot a fair bit away from the road and obviously not lived in or cared for in decades. But it's a pretty plain place overall, and you're not sure why you were ever afraid of it!\n\n... Is what you'd like to say. But you're not sure whether it's the fact that it's nearing midnight on Halloween, or the memories of all the spine-tingling creeps this place gave you as a kid, but you honestly feel mildly terrified right now. Just looking at the house is making you more afraid than you can remember being in recent memory.\n\nWhich might be why you decide you really have to go inside. A fully grown adult man should not be this scared of an empty old house! You need to conquer this fear or you'll forever bear the shame! ... At least, you'll see if you can get the front door open, you think as you circle around the side. If you can't, well, you tried, you can go home in honor after that, you figure.\n\nFrustratingly, despite feeling creaky and like it might break in your hand, the doorknob actually does turn, and despite shrieking like a low-pitched banshee as the hinges move, the door swinging open slowly and showing the dark interior. Enough moonlight is coming in through the now open door and the numerous cracks in the walls and windows that you can kind of dimly see inside, and after swallowing heavily you take a slow step forward. When the floorboards creak ominously under you but seem solid enough, you take a few more steps, until you're standing at least a body length inside the entryway.\n\n"... There, see!" you declare to the empty room, rolling your shoulders and puffing out your chest. "Nothing to be afraid of!"\n\n".... ₒ̸͉ₒ̜͕̮̹͚̗ₒ̰̳̻͚͓̭͉ₒ̩̠ₒ̯̝̦̣̬ₒ͏ₒ̰ₒ̡̰ͅₒ̴̼͈̯̩̥ₒ̶̦̭͚͔ₒ̱̩ₒ̭̫̭͖̘̞̹͢ₒ͕̱́ₒ҉̰~҉͎!̳̜̱͖" The otherworldly noise that's somehow both distant and surging all around you makes every single body hair you have stand on end as something made of viscous light starts to coalesce in front of you, taking on a vaguely torso-like shape as indistinct arms reach towards you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Scream and run.|BuddyOct22x2]]\n\n[["... h-hi?"|BuddyOct]]

Look, the two of you had a deal. You're not going to talk about what happened with you, and if she's decided to go back on that deal, she can be the first one to approach you, you decide as you lay back in bed and close your eyes. You're going to uphold your end and just... let it be a one-time thing. You won't talk about it again, and you'll do your best to get on with life and put it behind you.\n\n<h1>Fourteen years later...</h1>\n\n"Look, no, I can't do it," you say to the person on the other end of the line as you rummage through your underwear drawer for one particular pair of panties. "Yes I understand that you can't go live without those redraws but then Latanya should have gotten in touch with me about it when I sent her the sketches, not called you twelve hours before you push to site." Finding several pairs worth taking (but not the one you wanted, dammit), you carry them over to your bag and drop them in. "Hey. Hey. Page two of my contract, point three, what's it say? What's it say, I know you can pull it up, what's it say? That's right, twenty-four hours notice at minimum for major redraws. ... Yeah well if it's not major then why are you saying it has to be done before you go live, huh? Huh? Yeah, that's what I thought. No I... I... <i>hey listen</i>!" you snap, bringing a hand up to put it to the side of your glasses, glowering at the name and image of one of your editors projected on the lenses. "I am literally about to walk out the door for my anniversary vacation. Between my marriage and working for you, which do you think I pick? ... Nope, wrong answer." You tap the small metal stub to the side of your lens, then tap it again. "Block all incoming calls not on 'Family' list."\n\nYou'll let your editor stew on that for the week you'll be gone. They're going to have to solve it without you one way or another, they may as well get started now. Besides, it's not like they can fire you for it, and with your contract if they do that's a lawsuit that'll be settled in your favor in about five minutes. You heft your bag onto your shoulder and head out for the car, ready to go and meet your-\n\n<hr>\n[[-husband.|GGDog17x1]]\n\n[[-wife.|GGDog16x2]]

You toss your bag in the passenger seat as you clamber behind the wheel, hitting the button to start the car and then the voice command control. "Autodrive, airport." Then you tap the stud on your glasses. "Call Tara."\n\nThe translucent image of your wife, albeit slightly dated due to her black hair being around her shoulders, appears on your lenses, pale hazel (almost yellow) eyes glittering even in the relatively low-res image. She does take a good picture. A moment later a green dot appears in the corner of the image. <i>"Hi, honey, you on the way?"</i>\n\n"Yeah." Deciding not to mention the bit with your editor until at least later in the vacation, you continue with, "Everything's still showing on time, and I didn't have to leave early since I went ahead and bought the fastpass from the TSA."\n\n<i>"Oh, yeah, I got that too. It's a little weird that they make you officially acknowledge that it's a bribe on the website."</i>\n\n"Government transparency did not work out like we expected. Anyway, I'll be seeing you in about... two and a half hours, looks like."\n\n<i>"Okay, I'm sitting on my plane now. I should have juuuust enough time after getting to the hotel to pick out something to drive you wild and take a shower before you get there."</i>\n\n"Well happy anniversary to you too." Grinning, you add a "See you soon, baby," before tapping the glasses again to hang up.\n\nLater you take your glasses off entirely and stuff them in your bag as you ride up the elevator, doing your best to immediately forget they exist. You've got a week with your wife in a lovely hotel in a nice little snowy mountain town, the two of you are going to have a good time. The door unlocks from the code in your watch as you grab the handle, pushing it open and immediately appreciating the hotel room's decorating... very cozy, very comfy. Of course you get rather distracted as Tara appears in the doorway, brushing her hands back over her short, slightly damp and thoroughly disheveled hair, smiling sultrily at you. She's wearing a black ribbon choker that you gave her for her birthday, and a loose, off-the-shoulder white sweater that's just long enough to conceal her panties... if she's wearing any. Her legs are also sheathed in black thigh-highs that are snug enough to bulge out her thighs a bit, which she helpfully draws attention to as she strikes a pose.\n\n<img src="images/Tara.png">\n\n"Tada~!"\n\n"... Everything is as promised, I see," you murmur, dropping your bag and crossing over to her, smiling as you lean in to kiss her, your hands sliding up her outer thighs, gradually pushing up the hem of the shirt. You take a glance down... and start laughing softly. "So <i>that's</i> where they were. Naughty girl."\n\n"What can I say, you have good taste, honey."\n\n"I'm just gonna hafta take these back, though," you murmur, sinking to your knees and hooking your fingers into the straps of your sexiest blue thong, slowly pulling it down and leaning in to apply your mouth to your wife's smooth-shaven sex the moment it's revealed.\n\nAfter the two of you have thoroughly greeted each other and you've had your own shower and change of clothes (just a short silk robe, since you know well enough what gets Tara going too), the two of you settle in on the couch with some wine, chatting quietly. Then Tara grins. "You know what, we should play a game."\n\n"Are we talking Halo Infinity Plus Five, or the <i>other</i> kind of game we play on the bed?" you chuckle.\n\n"Well it <i>is</i> something done at sleepovers, so there's that." She wiggles her eyebrows, smirking at you, before continuing, "I was thinking more like... Truth or Dare."\n\n"Oho, a game that's either going to lead to humiliation or kinky sex, I'm intrigued."\n\n"Why not both?" Tara snickers, then continues, "Come on, why don't we?"\n\n"Alriiiight, you go first, then."\n\n"Mm." Tara sips her wine, then shrugs. "Well, truth or dare, love?"\n\n"Mmmmmm..." You sip from your own glass as you consider, then answer, "Truth."\n\n"Tell me about your first time."\n\nYou pause, your glass almost at your lips again. "... Seriously?"\n\n"Well, you know." Her eyes glitter as she grins at you. "You've always told me that you're a 'gold star' lesbian, sweetheart, buuuut... I guess I've always had my suspicions. Call it a hunch. Come on, it's not like I'll get mad! Just tell me, what was your first time?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell the truth.|GGDog16x3]]\n\n[[Lie to your wife.|GGDog]]

"Upright" just sounds better, you decide. After all, what's the opposite of that, anyway? "Hunched"? That could be pretty uncomfortable. You hurry into the train, snagging one of the last open seats as the doors close. There's a loud hiss, and then the sound of the train moving... it really does sound a bit like "chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga" you think with an amused grin. You yawn a little, not really realizing that the slight rocking motion of the train is relaxing you until you sit up with a start in an empty train car. You stare around, wondering how long you've been asleep, only to hear a "Sir?" in a tone that says it's a repeat. Looking over, you spot another pretty young woman in one of the generic Worldland park uniforms.\n\n"Sir, you need to disembark now, everyone's gone inside."\n\n"Oh." You blink a few times, then scramble to your feet and hurry out, feeling your cheeks heat a little in embarrassment. You look around at the station, finding it to be almost identical to the other one, though this one's surrounded by a lot of green grass and a few other colorful buildings. There's a lot more open area here... just how long was that train ride? Anyway, realizing you're still holding things up, you follow the sign that directs you to enter the station house.\n\n"Oh, I'm sorry, sir," another park girl says, pulling a door closed. You blink both at her, and the station, it's an odd little place. There's the expected gift shop, but in addition to the door she was just pulling closed, there are three tall, square holes in the walls, each with a conveyer belt running into it. There's also a console with big, colorful plastic buttons on it... maybe it's some sort of elaborate custom toy delivery system? But you yank your attention back to the park employee as she continues. "I'm afraid we've reached our maximum number of visitors for right now."\n\n"Uh... then when do I get to go in?" you ask, frowning a bit.\n\n"Well normally you'd have to take the train back, and come back again. I'm sorry sir, this usually doesn't happen." She checks her clipboard, then smiles. "Oh, but we do have a slot for an Extended Stay Guest!"\n\n"Huh? What's that?"\n\n"An Extended Stay Guest can spend an entire week here in Ponyville, enjoying the hospitality of the ponies! You will be expected to do a bit of work, obviously, and even help entertain visitors from time to time, but you do get a room and meals free of charge!"\n\nConsidering you don't exactly have anywhere to go when you leave the park tonight, you have to actually think about whether you want to put up with cutesy and girly stuff in return for a free bed and meals for about five seconds. "Yeah, okay, sure, I'll be an extended, whatever, that sounds cool," you answer, trying not to sound too overeager.\n\n"Great! Here, fill this out and sign it, please," she asks, putting a form atop her clipboard and passing it over. Name, date of birth, you agree not to leave before the period of yadda yadda. You fill it out with the bare minimum of reading to know what goes in each field, then sign it. The park employee looks it over, then grins. "Well, this all seems to be in order. Please step over here to the Pone-tificator, and we'll get you prepped." You look at the console oddly as she turns it on via a switch, three of the buttons lighting up. "Ah, okay, looks like there's three different requests. Just pick whatever you like, then step onto the conveyer belt!"\n\nYou eye her, then the buttons. You really want to ask what's the difference, but you're worried that maybe it was explained in that form you were supposed to read but didn't. So which button to push, anyway...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Blue button with a picture of a regular cartoon pony on it.|PonyAM1x1]]\n\n[[Purple button with a picture of a cartoon unicorn on it.|PonyAH1x1]]\n\n[[Pink button with a picture of a cartoon pony with wings on it.|PonyAF1x1]]

Once Tara's breathing has calmed and she's slipped the toy out of you, you turn around, giving her a slightly rueful grin. "So, um... we probably need to talk about this, huh?"\n\nHer face red, Tara simply gives you a silent nod. Once the two of you have cleaned up, she ships at one of the craft beers from the minifridge, apparently feeling this talk necessitated something a bit stronger than wine. "So. I don't know what came over me, just... that talk of you feeling like you weren't thinking about anything other than cumming, like you were an animal doing nothing but being pleasured, I guess it... hit a button inside of me. Any other thoughts I had about what you told me, they... well." She takes a long pull from the bottle, then says, "They just sort of went away. All I was thinking was that I wanted to fuck you. Not make love to you, not have sex with you, I needed to <i>fuck</i> you."\n\n"You definitely did that," you note a bit wryly, smiling at her as you sip your own beer. "Tara, it's fine," you add at her slightly worried look. "I definitely didn't mind it."\n\n"I don't know what I'm feeling right now," she admits. "I'm trying to process everything you told me, and my reaction to it, and it's just... I barely know where to start. ... What do you think, honey?" she says softly, looking at you. "I mean... where should we even begin?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Just continue talking it out.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Explore her dominant side.|GGDog16x5]]\n\n[[Explore more wild desires.|GGDog]]

"I think..." You say slowly. "And I'm not saying this lightly, hon... I think there might be part of you that's always wanted to make me your bitch."\n\nTara stares at you, then swallows. "I..." She trails off, going silent, then nodding slowly. "... Maybe you're right. It's not like I'm any shy, wilting flower, but I've always striven for us to be equals in every way. But maybe... ... maybe when you told me about those dogs turning you into a mindless, whimpering bitch..." And there's a flash in her eyes as she says it, her gaze growing more intense in a way that makes you shiver and your pussy do a little clench. "... Maybe I wanted to be able to do the same. Maybe I wanted to make you nothing but an animal obeying your lust for me."\n\nYou flick your tongue over your lips, tasting the lingering traces of coffee and molasses from the beer. "... I definitely was. So... maybe... that's something we should toy with. ... Frankly no maybes about it," you amend a second later. "I... want you to dominate me, Tara. I want you to make me your bitch again and again."\n\nShe just stares at you for long moments... then gives you a smile you can only describe as wolfish. "... Fine then. That's what we'll do. From now on, Cyan, my wife, my love, we'll add... 'my pet' to that list." She sets down her bottle and leans forward, hands sliding along your thighs as she kisses you, tongue sliding into your mouth boldly, almost commandingly, clearly more interested in claiming you rather than just kissing you. You moan softly into her mouth... then blink as she abruptly draws back, her face having gone a bit clouded again.\n\n"What? What is it?"\n\n"I just... thought of something. I..." She pauses, then picks up her bottle and takes a pull from it again before she continues. "I know there are a lot of ways we can continue this, but there's an... opportunity. One that's a bit more life-changing than the rest. I'm not saying we should go right to that, it's more about... ... you've been so honest telling me about this, and this is something I've kind of hidden from you for my own reasons."\n\nYou blink. "Hidden from me? What is it?"\n\n"You remember how I told you how things went really badly with my grandfather when I came out?" At your slow nod, Tara sighs and continues. "Well what I never told you is that he left me practically everything he had when he died. Most of his assets were sold off and liquidated and the money went into a trust for me. I've never touched it because it felt like such a... such a copout way of him dealing with the rift, you know? I didn't want anything of his, I wanted to keep living the life we'd made together by then. So I didn't tell you. And I'm sorry."\n\n"That's... a pretty big one. But I understand. But why are you saying it now?" you add, frowning a little.\n\n"Because I realize now that there's an option open to us with what we're doing that... well. Basically, instead of it being a bit of bedroom play, we could make a whole lifestyle change. We quit our jobs, move somewhere nice and private, and we live the master-slave, owner-pet, whatever lifestyle twenty-four seven." She shrugs a little as you stare at her, sipping her beer. "Look I wouldn't even bring it up like this, except that... ... acting impulsively, taking what I wanted in the heat of the moment, it felt... so good. I'm definitely not going to do it this time if we're not both in total agreement, but... I have to admit the desire is there. To just change our lives on a whim, devote everything to this new passion we've discovered." She rolls her shoulders a bit. "It's up to you, though."\n\n<hr>\n[[Better to start small.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Jump in with both feet.|GGDog]]

"... No, you're full of shit," you assert, eyes narrowing.\n\n"I can assure you I-"\n\n"Yeah, I bet you could do the thing with the memory spell. What you're full of shit about is being able to beat me in one shot. If you thought you had any chance of killing or subduing me, any chance at all, you'd have done it." You can't help but smirk at the almost imperceptible widening of her eyes. "You're way too arrogant and sure of yourself to bother threatening someone when you could just outright dominate them instead. You're used to your power, used to it doing everything for you, it wouldn't have even occurred to you to bother trying to order me down if you thought you could use your abilities to force me to instead."\n\n"..." Lauriel purses her lips, shoulders shifting back a little. "You are entirely more canny than I gave you credit for," she mutters rather sulkily.\n\n"I'm a good judge of character, when someone's not fucking with my head. You have to be, to manipulate people when you don't have a fancy charmed voice to just make them do what you want."\n\n"Fair enough." Lauriel gives a sniff, trying to pull her confident exterior back on. "But as said, I still have the memory stone, which-"\n\n"Won't protect you. Whether you get it off or not you wouldn't be doing much more than spiting me before you die. And while I don't doubt you're that petty, because I know I would be, I'm also guessing you'd do just about anything to avoid the 'dying' part."\n\nHer eyes flick slightly back and forth, before fixing back on you. "Fine. Fine then. What do you want?" she finally asks, letting the energy ball dissipate and lowering her hand... but not the hand with the runestone.\n\n<hr>\n[[Submission.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Compensation.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Cooperation.|MeanLove]]

Not bothering to answer the question, you instead turn and head over to the nigh-omnipresent bucket of water, picking it up and carrying it back over. Ranma flinches a little but can't seem to move out of the way as you toss its contents over him, leaving a sopping, big-titted redhead in his place.\n\n"Um... hahaha," Ranma laughs feebly, forcing a wan grin as she looks up at you. "G-good one, Eric," she adds nervously, getting to her feet and heading for the door, already mostly dry. "Nice joke, I'll just... go find some hot watERR!"\n\nHer voice rises to a squeak as you move up behind her, reaching around to grab her tits through her shirt and start kneading. Even though you're not pinning her arms or holding her too tightly, all she does is squirm around in your grip, inadvertently rubbing her ass up against you.\n\n"H-hey, Eric, c'mon," she murmurs, almost whining, then giving a soft whimper as you pinch at her nipples through the silk. "C'mon, don't, you're... you're taking this, um... this joke too far," she continues, just a tiny bit of a moan slipping out as you continue to play with the big, firm globes. She goes stiff for a moment as you undo the clasps of the shirt and pull it open, baring her tits and resuming your toying with them, fingers sinking into the firm-yielding flesh a bit every time you squeeze.\n\n"These tits are no joke, look at 'em," you murmur, more to yourself than her, hefting the big orbs on your palms and giving them a few light bounces. You give her nipples a pinch, tugging on them, Ranma giving a little whine as you pull her tits outward some. "Man, what a set of fuckin' knockers."\n\n"Eric, quit it," Ranma whines, then gives a little yelp as you slide your hands down and shove at her pants and boxers, dropping them both to the floor. You take a moment to yank her shirt back off of her arms, leaving her standing there naked and trembling in front of you as you grab her ass with one hand, squeezing it and then delivering a quick smack to watch it jiggle.\n\n"Fuck, this perfect fucking sextoy body," you murmur happily, working one of her tits with one hand and her ass with the other, continuing to give it the occasional slap and making her yelp and squeak. After a few minutes of playing with her body and leaving her asscheeks lightly pink, you shove her down to her knees, her tits jiggling with the motion. Her eyes go wide as you step around in front of her and drop your own pants, your hard cock jutting towards her face. "Open your mouth."\n\n"Eric," she whines, then gives another little squeak as you give her cheek a light slap with your hand. Trembling, she parts her lips, giving a low 'mmf' as you push your prick between them. Resting a hand on the top of her head, you give a few light thrusts, rubbing against the inside of her cheek and making it bulge out visibly, enjoying the sight of the proud, brash, insistently masculine martial artist on her knees, looking powerless as you bulge out her cheeks with your prick. "Lick it. Use your tongue," you urge, putting authority into your voice.\n\nShe shivers, then begins working her tongue against the underside of your cock as you shift to lightly thrusting directly between her lips. Eventually you put both hands on her head and push more firmly, Ranma making an audible quag as you start pushing down her throat, her hands coming up to your hips and clutching feebly but not able to muster the gumption to even push against you. You keep on pushing until you've got your cock all the way down her throat, balls resting against her chin as you smirk down at those big blue eyes rolled up to stare at you. You take your time thrusting, fucking her throat slowly, listening to her gag and quag and do nothing else to resist you, churned-up spit dribbling down her chin. \n\nEventually though you pull out, reaching down to grab her arm and haul her up, then shove her forward to bend her over the window bench, arcing that round ass up at you, pussy framed between her thighs. You resume kneading her ass, spreading it open to reveal her pucker, while Ranma squirms against the wood. "Eric, c-c'mon, enough's enough, don't... don't go too far..."\n\n"You mean, don't fuck you?" You grin and give her ass another smack. "Too bad. I'm gonna fuck your nice, tight-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-pussy."|RanPP]]\n\n[["-ass."|RanPP]]

"I mean... I'm kind of ticked at you ditching me for two months where I've got nothing but free time, and which includes our anniversary," you say after a moment, then heave a sigh. "But since I don't want to be a baby about it, and I sure don't want Cam all lonely in some kennel or something, of course I'll do it."\n\n"Thank you, baby, I love you," Matthew murmurs as he leans over to kiss your cheek, smiling. Even Cam is wagging his tail, apparently sensing that there's been something positive for him decided. "And I promise, I'll make it up to you! When I get back, I'll do something amazing for you, I promise!"\n\n'I hope it involves a thorough dicking-down,' you can't help but think with a mental roll of the eyes, nevertheless smiling and turning to peck him on the lips anyway. Oh well, other than the lack of sex and the occasional absences he is pretty much <i>the</i> perfect boyfriend. It's hardly unfair for you to make a few sacrifices in the name of such a good relationship.\n\nAnd so eventually summer vacation arrives, and with it your boyfriend and parents departing for The Promised Land. Before he goes, Matt hands you a packet. "Here. All the contact info you might need, some various other legal documents, and a credit card. It's in my name but I put you on as a signatory, you shouldn't have any problems using it for whatever you need. Just don't go entirely nuts, huh?" He chuckles and gives you another kiss on the cheek, before kneeling down to pet and rub Cam. "Heeey who's my bestest buddy? After Cyan?" he adds with a tease, shooting you a glance as you smile tolerantly at him. "You be good for her now, okay Cam? Yeah? Yeah?" He kisses the dog on the nose, hugs you again, and then he's off.\n\n"Hm. So much for hoping that I could get him to give it up for our anniversary," you tell Cam with a sigh after you've finished waving to the retreating car, the dog wagging his tail lightly and tilting his head as you talk to him. "So instead here I am, in his big house, with his friendly dog, and a virtually unlimited charge card that he's going to pay for, and I didn't even have to fuck him." You rest your hands on your hips, then look at Cam and hold up a finger. "There are some girls that would think this is the perfect relationship, you know."\n\n"Boof?" Cam replies, tilting his head the other way.\n\n"Yeah, they're definitely idiots, I agree. C'mon let's play some games."\n\nYou head into the main media room to play games on the big screen for awhile, Cam dutifully following after and flopping down to rest beside you where he can occasionally receive (or pester you for) pats and earscritches as you play. While normally Matthew's amazing gaming setup is more than enough to make you thrilled, at the moment it just reminds you that it's the first day of summer vacation and he's not here playing it with you. Every time a loading screen comes on just gives you more time to think about how you're finally staying over in his house, but he's not in it. Sighing during a particularly long transition, you sit back and let your head sag against the couch, eyes closing as you run a hand along your inner thigh. 'Maybe I should have gone to Japan with him,' you think, continuing to lightly rub your thigh, then grinning a little, hand wandering a bit closer to your crotch. 'Tell him going to a love hotel was definitely a tourist must, maybe put on a seifuku, see if he could resist that... actually that sounds fun even when he gets back,' you think with a giggle, indulging in actually rubbing yourself a bit through your jeans as you imagine Matthew giving you a good, hard fucking from behind with you wearing (part of) a Japanese schoolgirl uniform. ... Actually maybe he could be wearing one too, that would be-\n\nYou jump a bit at a sudden pressure on your knee, bolting upright and clearly startling Cam, who'd rested his muzzle on your knee in obvious hopes for more petting. Laughing a little breathlessly in relief, you rub between his ears. "You know what, maybe I need to cool down. A swim sounds fun, huh?"\n\nStanding up, you head up the stairs to the master bedroom, where you've already put your luggage. (You didn't pack a ton of stuff, since you can always either take a quick trip back home for whatever you need, or call up Matthew's cleaning service to have your laundry done.) Unzipping the bag, you dig out your new bikini... nothing particularly fancy, and black of course, but you have grown a fair bit over the last year, starting to really come into the same hippy, busty look your mother has, while still retaining a bit of youthful sleekness to your overall build. You undo your jeans and shove them and your panties down, stepping out of them along with your socks and tossing them negligently aside (and noticing in the process that the crotch of the panties is a bit dark), then pulling your shirt up and off, your now CC-cup boobs dropping free and wobbling a little as you toss the shirt off as well. You pick up the bikini top, turning it back and forth a bit as you figure out which side is out and which is in. Hm, does it even matter on this one...?\n\nYou blink a little at the sound of panting, and turn your head, realizing Cam followed you into the bedroom. You had, of course, closed the door by reflex when you came in to change, but you hadn't been paying attention to what Cam was doing to check whether he was in or out when you did. He's watching you, as he often does with his tongue lolled out a bit. But there's something... not quite usual. That being the large, glistening red cock that's slipped out of his sheath and is jutting up at an angle. Perhaps he's just reacting to the scent of your own arousal, or he's excited at things being different than usual, but whatever it is he seems to be at full mast, and you're left staring at it for a moment, trying to process the image.\n\n<hr>\n[[... Ahem. Nevermind.|GGDog]]\n\n[[... Okay, that's it, this dog's going to a kennel.|GGDog]]\n\n[[... hmmmmmmm...|GGDog13x3]]

"We can take 'em," you whisper to Jakson, starting to grin.\n\n"W-what?" he almost squeaks.\n\n"It's a bunch of untrained idiots with long weapons. We jump over them and into the crowd, they can't use the spears, we just take them all out. The leaders might give us a little trouble, but I bet they'll run off when they see the rest of their posse beaten."\n\n"I don't know about this, Cyan," he hedges, though you can tell from the way he's looking at the bandits that he's considering it and probably finding it a solid plan. \n\n"Let's just do it! On three! One, two, <b>three</b>!" you shout, standing and then leaping over the points of the spears, Jakson doing the same in a slightly different direction, the bandits looking on in shock as you land amidst them and start throwing punches.\n\nThe first part of your plan goes almost flawlessly. As you expected, the bandits can't really bring their spears to bear on you without risking stabbing their own people, and you're basically free to punch them to the ground with impunity as they stagger around, or drop their spears and make panicked grabs for their belt knives, Jakson having much the same success from the sounds of the overdramatic "KIYAH!" yells nearby. This is actually kind of awesome! You're beating up a whole crowd of bandits, maybe you'll get a reward or a medal or something!\n\nUnfortunately that's where the plan falls apart as more... in fact, many many more... bandits start rushing from the woods, many of these armed with short clubs, brass knuckles, and daggers. You're still doing alright at first, able to knock them down before they get a chance to swing, but soon there are so many of them, and some of the ones you knocked down earlier have started to get up, that you begin to take hits, clubs impacting on your back or brass hitting your jaw. You're tough, and you can tell it's not hurting you too bad, even when some of them get through and slash with the knives, cutting at your clothes and leaving shallow, stinging cuts on your skin. Really you don't quite realize how bad it is until you hear the female bandit leader call "TAKE THEM ALIVE!" The realization that she's confident enough to try for that makes you hesitate for the briefest instant, and in that instant you're dogpiled, born to the ground by a pile of bodies all still punching, grabbing, and yanking at you. By the time you've been pinned to the ground, your cheek in the dirt and your ass in the air, your clothes have been reduced to so many tatters, your bruised and cut body on full display. You grunt and shove against the hands and feet holding you in position, but can't do much more than turn your head enough to see Jakson in front of you about five feet away, in an almost identical position.\n\n"Whew. What a pair of spitfires. Or at least one spitfire and one loyal little boy," the woman announces as she strolls to stand almost between the two of you, smirking back and forth. "What a foolish thing to do. And now you're going to pay the price... to my men first, obviously, since you put them through pain and suffering. Don't worry, though... we picked something up at a black market awhile back that should have you pacified in no time."\n\nYou jerk your head a bit at motion to the sides, noticing that several of the bandits in your view have their pants open, stiff pricks out as they smear them with something honey-colored from black vials. Then your eyes widen as you feel a pair of hands gripping your ass. It's all you can do to turn your head back to Jakson and look at him pleadingly to do something, and see his helpless frustration, anger, and fear as you can feel a bandit's goo-smeared cock sliding into your pussy. You give a cry of protest that turns into a surprised gasp as almost instantly a tingling heat suffuses your sex, spreading out from his cock and getting more intense the deeper he slides into you. Against your will your pussy rapidly moistens and heats, even starting to cling around the invading member as he starts pumping artlessly into you, grubby hands grabbing at your waist and dirty hips slapping against your toned ass.\n\nYou grit your teeth, trying to fight against the steadily increasing pleasure in your pussy and the sensation of that heat and desire spreading through your whole body. When there's an extra hot rush deep inside you, you're half horrified knowing that some strange criminal has just cum inside you, but half relieved that it's over... only for another aphrodisiac-smeared prick to push into you and start pumping just as fast and hard. Even as lust starts fogging your brain and you begin to moan and gasp like a whore for the strange pricks fucking you, part of you remains aware enough to track the look of despair on Jakson's face as he watches you submit to the train-fucking of the filthy bandits that defeated you.\n\nOf course his expression turns back to shock and outrage as one of the bandits pushes a drug-gelled prick into his ass. Jakson's eyes go wide, his mouth open in an O of mingled outrage and disgust as the bandit starts raping him... and then gradually his face flushes, his eyes rolling and cock hardening as he's pounded from behind. By the time you're having your sixth orgasm, Jakson is having his first, his tongue lolling out as he submits to the pleasure and spurts his load all over the forest floor, even as the third or fourth one is being pumped into his ass. \n\n"We needed some new camp followers anyway, the last ones had gotten all used up," the female bandit leader announces smugly as she steps forward and places her booted foot against the side of your head, grinding your face into the dirt a bit more as you cum again.\n\n"Make sure to knock the bitch up, boys, gotta make more bandits somehow," the male leader says with a chuckle. "And may as well try your hardest to do the same to the boy-bitch too... effort is rewarded even if it's fruitless!"\n\nDazed by lust, you consider the number of bandits in the area... there have to be at least a hundred of them. And you somehow imagine that all of them are going to fuck you at least once... yeah, you're definitely getting knocked up today.\n\nNot the excitement you had planned, even if the thought does make you climax again in your current state.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGMonk4xEnd]]

You've never really trusted magic all that much. To you it carries the stigma of being the tool of the enemy... to many monsters have tried to curse you or fireball you or entrance you to really trust anything that you can't lay hands on and know the mechanics of. You occasionally can't help using a little bit of it... you take too much punishment not to know how to brew healing potions, among other things... but when given the choice between a weapon fashioned by mortal hands or a chanted spell, you choose the weapon every time.\n\nYour mission has taken you all over the world. You've seen more countries than you ever thought you would when you were small, but frankly to you the only difference between them is whether you already speak the language and just what sort of critters they have that prey on human beings. Today, you're in...\n\n<hr>\n[[Mexico.|JaceWar1x1]]\n\n[[Ireland.|JaceWar]]\n\n[[The American Northeast.|JaceWar]]

Your father is being transferred to another office, and there's simply no way to commute. You argue, complain, you actually even throw a tantrum at one point but absolutely nothing you say does any good. Eventually he points out that if he does stay, he'd have to quit his current job and take one that pays much less, which means you'd have to start cutting back on your clothes budget. While you're pretty sure he's lying because what parent can't afford to provide all the designer jeans their child needs, eventually you just have to sulkingly accept that it's going to happen.\n\nYour father does at least have the choice of three different offices he could be transferred too, so he's asked your opinion.\n\n<b>[[The United Kingdom|AsparethStart]]</b>: Okay, well, he's actually being transferred to a specific place there, but you weren't really paying that much attention when he said. Not that it really matters because apparently if your family moves there you're being sent to boarding school... the Layton Aspareth School of Traditional Studies. The shopping list looks pretty weird... who needs robes and a cauldron for school? But you have to admit, boarding school could be useful... your parents would just send you money without being around to cramp your style or comment on your behavior, which frankly you've always seen as the ideal anyway.\n\n<b>[[Hill Heights|MeanHHStart]]</b>: Hill Heights is a normal little town a few states away. It's pretty much just like Deviville, but probably more boring. At least there you'd be in a largely familiar environment... you might have to rebuild your control over the freshmen populace from scratch and in only half a year, but at least you know how to do it, you'd just need to <i>do</i> it.\n\n<b>[[Fuzoku Prefecture|MeanJPStart]]</b>: Way out of your comfort zone, and yet at the same time your father's said that he'd be getting paid vastly more and you'd be seeing a related vast raise in your allowance. You'd be attending Meinubureku Gakuen, a prestigious private boarding school where you'd apparently also be living in luxury. Plus you hear bullying and persecuting other students is practically the national high school sport over there, you'd fit right in!

Feeling a blush that goes all the way to your ears (and is thus probably actually visible even moreso than usual, which just makes you blush more), you squirm and murmur, "I... I guess I was... ... 'mirin'...?"\n\n"Hahaha, you're not too forward, are you, bro?" Gabriel chuckles, resting his hands on his powerful hips as he grins down at you. "Don't see shy dudes much, it's actually pretty cute! Hey, tell you what, we don't have much time before they kick us out of here for lunch," he says, glancing at his watch (the only thing he's wearing, since he's obviously fresh from his own shower). "But I've got my truck here at school. Why don't you come with me to pick up some lunch from the burger shack? I'll buy and we'll fool around."\n\nYour mouth hangs open a little. One of the star players on the football team is... very casually, and in front of a bunch of other people, basically asking you out on a date. ... If you can call lunch and fooling around on the lunch hour a date. But he's doing it in front of a bunch of other guys, with both of you naked, and no one seems to be batting an eye.\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't handle this. ... Yet.|QOBook]]\n\n[[... yeah okay.|QOBook14x9]]

"I... y-yeah, okay," you find yourself saying, not sure where the temerity to agree to this is even coming from. Maybe it's coming from your cock, which has already stiffened up and is jutting out in front of you. "That... that'd be cool."\n\n"Great, I'll be waiting out in front of the main entrance, come on out as soon as you're done," he announces before turning and casually heading back towards the lockers.\n\n"..." You turn back to the shower and run your hands over your head, trying to cool down again. You're doing this? You're doing this. You can't believe you're doing this. This really seems like it's something you're not allowed to do, but he didn't act like it was at all forbidden, even in the sense that he's above the rules because he's a star athlete. Your confusion actually helps you calm down a little, and by the time you walk over to the fur dryers (which didn't used to be there, but you suppose are a necessity, your thick fur puffing out as the waves of lightly warm air wash over you), your cock is mostly back to normal, at least enough for you to comfortably re-don your pants.\n\nYou brush yourself out some, take a deep breath, then head for the main entrance of the school. Walking out, you easily spot the large black truck with the school team's logo above the car company one. The windows are down, and Gabriel waves at you as you approach and somewhat nervously climb into the passenger seat. He's bottomless like before, though this time that big cock is fully unsheathed and at half-mast, jutting up in front of his chest. (Jeez, it's... it's even bigger than you thought. You're somewhere between intimidated, scared, and intensely turned on.) "Hey, s'up?" he asks cheerfully, just before reaching over to rest a hand on the back of your head and gently, but firmly pulling your head over and into his lap, pressing your face to his big black balls.\n\nYou wonder if he can feel the heat of your blush against them. You're doing this, you're really doing this... you really are doing this, you think as you begin lolling your tongue out, dragging it over his furry white sack as he puts the truck in gear and begins to drive. You can feel the motion of the car as you lay across the seat, starting to fall into a surprisingly natural rhythm of licking, kissing, and sucking at those immense equine orbs, inhaling deeply and feeling like his musk is wrapping around your brain. You feel like... you feel like such a slut, you admit to yourself, in a car with a guy you've barely exchanged a dozen words with, worshipping his balls with your mouth. Your tail flits upward and puffs out some in surprise as his hand moves from the back of your head to undo the tail-clasp of your jeans, then slides under you to undo the front of them as well. Still, you lift your hips a little as he hooks his thumb into your waistband and starts nudging it downward, letting him slip your jeans and underwear down, your stiff prick springing free and winding up pressed between your fuzzy belly and the cloth of the seat as you settle back down, a shiver running through you as that big, powerful hand roams over your pert, spotted ass.\n\n"Real cute butt you got there, bro," Gabriel announces genially, giving one of your buttocks a squeeze. "You totes oughtta show it off. Cute ass like this would look good walking through the halls, y'know."\n\nThe praise, and even the suggestion that you're attractive enough to show off like he does, sends a pleasant shiver through your body, and you start putting even more enthusiasm into your efforts, sucking and lapping at his balls and up around his sheath with more energy. You can hear him moan appreciatively, before the truck pulls to a stop. "Yeah, double with cheese for me, the meal, large size, and one extra thing of large fries, water. How about you, bro?" he asks, his equine face turning down towards you, resulting in your eyes meeting his when you peek up.\n\nRaising your mouth basefully from his sack, you reply, "Um... the... the single meal. ... Tots."\n\n"And a single with tots. You want a coke with that, man?"\n\n"Y-yeah," you whisper, before lowering your mouth back to his balls and starting to swirl your tongue around against one. You can hear the slightly garbled reply, and soon the truck is in motion again, gradually pulling around to the window. You peek up again as you're mouthing at the thick, wrinkled skin of Gabriel's sheath, blushing again as the bikini-clad vixen working the window looks right at you, but she gives you nothing more than a polite customer service smile as she hands Gabriel the bags.\n\n"Yeah, thanks babe," Gabriel says genially, setting the bags in the back seat before driving a short distance to one of the empty spaces in the parking lot. Ignoring the food for the moment, he instead gives your ass another squeeze, before moving his hand back up to your head and guiding you upward.\n\nYour eyes widen as you realize his intentions, but you don't get a chance to say anything before he's gently urging you to slip your mouth over the flared head of his prick. There really should be no way you can fit that in! And yet as he presses lightly on your head, you find yourself licking and sucking at him eagerly even as his immense, thick horsecock presses your throat open and slides inside. Maybe everyone here is a natural-born slut you think a little distantly as you start bobbing your head on your own, turning it back and forth lightly as you swallow down more and more of his black and pink speckled prick... or certainly you are, you can't help but add mentally. Your hips raise and wiggle your ass ass he resumes stroking and petting your butt, before you let out a moan around his dick as he presses his fingers in around the base of your tail, your cock twitching and starting to leak pre against the truck's seat as a rush of unfamiliar but very intense pleasure washes through you. You arch your ass up, practically presenting yourself to your hand even as you somehow take his magnificent, massive prick all the way down to the sheath.\n\nGabriel's hand draws away, and even as you resume bobbing your head to suck him off, you can hear the crinkle of wrapping paper as he begins to eat his lunch. Ever so casually, the big horse chows down on his burger and fries while you're gulping down his dick, his hand occasionally wandering down to rub your back, stroke your ass, or rub at your tailbase, making your hips jerk, cock twitch, and causing you to present yourself again. Eventually you can feel Gabriel's cock twitching and shuddering between your lips, and he gives a long, neigh-like moan as he starts cumming, your mouth and throat quickly flooded and making you swallow repeatedly to try and get it all down. Eventually, your face flecked with it, and Gabriel's cock still dribbled with white, you pull your lips free of his flare and sit back, panting and shuddering, your cock twitching and smeared all over with pre.\n\n"Better eat your own lunch, bro, that protein shake won't fill you up entirely," Gabriel says with a chuckle, snagging his own bag and starting to finish off his fries.\n\nBlushing again, you nod and reach back to get your own bag. It definitely feels a little surreal to sit here and eat lunch, bottomless in the car with a handsome, hung horseman, while your cock stays throbbingly hard and your throat reminds you it's recently been stretched by a big equine dick every time you swallow. As you're gulping down your coke (after gulping down that cock), Gabriel crinkles up his bag and tosses it in the back seat floorboard. "'Bout done, bro? Well, we got some time left," he notes, glancing at the dash clock. "You did a great job taking care of me, so your pick on what's next?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You want him to suck you.|QOBook]]\n\n[[You want him to fuck you.|QOBook14x10]]

"I... kind of got distracted looking at Gabriel Brass," you admit, ducking your head.\n\n"What, really? Jamie, you like g-" Maya cuts herself off as she turns her head and spots one of the star football players of the team, her mouth remaining open as if in mid-word. Gabriel has become a white horse... actually, to judge by glimpses of the other football players from the various years, all of them have become large horses with thick fur at their wrists and ankles, for some reason. Gabriel's gained height and even more muscle mass from his change, and is wearing his team jersey... and not a lot else. His heavy black balls shift a little as he moves in place while chatting up a scantily-clad fox cheerleader, his limp, speckled cock halfway out of its sheath and already a good portion of the way down to his knees. "... Nevermind," Maya says a little faintly, biting her lower lip as her nipples stiffen. "Anybody would stare at that."\n\nEmbarrassed, you give a nod and shift in place, feeling a complex whirl of emotions at realizing Maya's getting turned-on staring at one of the school's sports stars. It's not just the visual cues, which are more numerous and subtle than just that one, but you can sort of... smell it. You've been able to smell everyone more clearly since the start, including the heady cloud of arousal that seems to permeate the entire school, but maybe your familiarity with Maya lets you pick out her scent in particular. Trying not to wonder what's going through her head, you instead clear your throat. "Um. I'm gonna go ahead and go to class," you announce.\n\n"Um, yeah, right," Maya answers, yanking her gaze back to you and nodding nervously. "I'll see you in the afternoon, okay?"\n\n"Right," you acknowledge, before scurrying off to class.\n\nMost of the morning goes okay, once you learn to mostly ignore how the students (and even some of the teachers) are much more relaxed about showing off their bodies. Though as the period before lunch arrives, you wince as you remember what it is... gym class. Already not a favorite of yours, you're definitely not looking forward to how it is now. You file through the gym, seeing that Coach Charger has become a broad, stout Rhino man, clapping his hands together. "Alright, alright, get in there and get changed, people! And remember this is not a clothes-optional class, everyone needs protection, I don't care if it retracts or is armor-plated or whatever, you wear the protection, and the shorts, that's the rule!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Play sick.|QOBook15x1]]\n\n[[Just go change.|QOBook14x7]]

It's probably best not to rock the boat. Suppressing a sigh, you file into the locker room with the rest of the crowd, doing your best to keep your gaze down. Still, you can't help but notice the changes. Usually at least half the other boys are doing some variation on your own level of shyness, trying to get changed with a minimum of baring skin or as fast as possible, changing from one bit of clothes to another while taking off as little as possible. Now everyone's just casually stripping naked and tossing things in their lockers, chatting with each other even more amiably than they might in the hallways, letting it all hang out. In fact you notice a few distinctly odd looks as you try to change like usual, and to avoid standing out force yourself to get completely naked, blushing brightly and keeping your focus on your locker as much as you can.\n\nIt looks like jock straps and shorts are mandatory for this class, since everyone seems to be putting them on, even the guys that were otherwise going bottomless. You catch a glimpse of Gabriel hauling on his jock strap, the cup stretching some to fit around his massive bulge and balls, and then flashing his ass at you between the straps as he turns around, his tail cropped short and bound tightly. (Is that the equivalent of his old buzzcut?) Yanking your gaze back to your own clothes, you quickly change into the shorts and shirt as well, marching back out with the group.\n\nAt least you find that the usual lap-running and exercises aren't nearly the chore they usually are. In fact about your only problem is that you feel rather warm, and by the end of it you're panting a bit as you lope towards the locker room entrance from the field, your tongue poking out past your lips and draping down your muzzle a bit. "Cold shower!" Coach Charger snaps as you go past. "Mandatory for cold-weather species, don't try to skip it!"\n\nGreat, you not only have to try and act like you're comfortable naked, you have to actually use the gym showers, something you've always tried to avoid whenever possible. Your ears and tail drooping, you head back to your locker, trying not to feel like everyone's staring at you as you pull off your clothes again. You know it's completely normal to be naked in this society, especially in a situation like this, but you still can't help but feel like there are a lot of eyes on your slender, spotted form as you make your way towards the shower. Worried about drawing more curious gazes, you force yourself not to cover your lower half with the towel like you want to, leaving your pert, cream-furred butt on display, as well as everything else. Your cock has mercifully remained almost entirely human in shape, though now your balls are fuzzy and there's a ring of fur around the base, like a sort of vestigial sheath. (From the looks of it some of the other guys actually have cocks that sheath, and some don't.) Your cock itself is a rather notably pink color now, and... well, longer than it was, though still fairly slender. You'd try to feel good about that, but it looks like everyone got a fairly proportional upgrade... or possibly even moreso, depending on species.\n\nTaking a deep breath, you set the towel aside entirely and turn on the cold tap of one of the shower cylinders. You give a little "Meowlp!" as the spray of cold water hits you, your tail sticking out and fuzzing up even more for a brief moment, before you sigh as it starts to soothe some of the heat you'd built up during the exercises. Yeah, okay, maybe the coach had a point about making you cool down after class. You are a <i>snow</i> leopard, after all, and while Deviville is not in a particularly hot part of the country, in late spring it's still rather warmer than whatever environment your body's probably adapted to. \n\n"Hey there. Jamie, right?"\n\nYour tail puffs up with surprise again, and you whip around, eyes going wide at the towering white form now in front of you. "G-G-Gabriel," you squeak, before clearing your throat and trying to calm down, and definitely not to let your eyes go below his broad, bare chest at the very lowest. "Um... something... something wrong?"\n\n"Nah, bro, just caught you 'mirin' earlier," he says with a chuckle, lifting his arms and striking a light flexing pose. "You like what you see, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[M-... maybe?|QOBook14x8]]\n\n[[Um, uh, er, uh, um...|QOBook]]\n\n[[Polite denial! POLITE DENIAL!!!!|QOBook]]

After a brief hesitation, you open your mouth and give a bit of a shove with your tongue, as well as deliberately trying to move your tail, which does send it flicking back out of your mouth. "I didn't even realize I was doing it," you admit, feeling your face heat under your new fur. "I guess we have some instincts to go with these new bodies."\n\n"... I guess." Maya still seems to be staring very intently at you, which makes you squirm a little. Her tongue actually briefly flashes across her lips, before she clears her throat and deliberately turns to adjust how she's sitting. (... Hm, were her nipples always stiff like that? Well, best not to stare either way.) "But it looks like we're probably the only ones who realize anything's changed, to judge by everything else." She pauses, then leans over to snag a pair of her discarded black jeans and heft them up, showing the half-circle hole in the back with a strip going over the top and a button clasp on the end. "Look, even my clothes other than the ones I'm wearing have changed."\n\nYou briefly become distracted wondering what Maya's sister must have changed into and how her clothes might be altered, before you drag your attention back to the here and now. "So, I mean... what do we do?"\n\n"Um... I'm not sure," Maya admits, snagging the book and flipping through it. "It does say that it would be pretty much impossible to undo the changes... I'm not seeing a 'turn everyone in the world human' spell, at least not off the top of my head. And it's not like this is causing any problems other than being really weird for the two of us," she adds, glancing up at you and finally shrugging. "I guess for now let's just try to roll with it. I'll keep looking through the book and see if I can find anything. Worst case scenario, I'll bring it up to Baal the next time she's home."\n\nThat seems to be a bit of a dismissal, and you can't feel too bad about it. Maya clearly needs some time on her own to adjust, and you can't say you don't feel the same. Giving her a nod and making awkward small-talk goodbyes, you get up and head home. Along your walk you notice that a few of the street signs have changed. 'Jungle St.', 'Paw Ave.', 'Tail End Ct.'... man it's like someone a little obsessed with furries worked their magic on the world. You get home and open the door, only for your mother to bustle out of the kitchen. Like you, she seems to have become a snow leopard, and like you her figure doesn't seem to have changed much, other than getting a cup size upgrade like Maya. "Oh, hello dear," she says happily, bustling over and giving you a hug, practically burying your face in her chest. That's... not entirely usual, maybe a little cuddlier than before, but not by much. "Did you have a good time at Maya's? Do anything fun?"\n\n"Um. Nothing much," you murmur, swishing your new tail around and trying to subtly draw back from her enhanced boobs.\n\n"Alright, well, dinner's at the usual time!"\n\nYou spend the next few days adjusting, watching TV and movies, reading your comics and playing games, trying to come to grips with the changed look of everything. Looks don't seem to be the only thing different, though, you notice several times to your embarrassment. You've just finished up breakfast one morning, your father spending most of it with his head in his paper and his tail in his mouth, when Maya calls. Excusing yourself, you go up to your room to take it. "Hey, any luck finding a way to reverse the spell?"\n\n"No, nothing so far. Um, have you noticed that it's not just that people have changed species, other stuff is different too?"\n\n"... Yeah. Um, like... street names, some of the titles people have, the way some of the words are pronounced..." You trail off, blushing.\n\n"... Aaaand everyone seems to have a kind of more relaxed attitude towards nudity and sex," Maya picks up for you, her tone rather dry. \n\nObviously you didn't want to be the one to say it, but it's not like you could fail to notice. The movies you've watched to check out what species various actors and characters wound up as have featured a lot more nudity and sex scenes than they did when you watched them before. PG-13 seems to be the lower limit for allowing full-on sex scenes like one would normally see in actual porn before the change. You about had a heart attack when your mother walked in on you as Dade was blowing a load all over Kate's face at the end of <i>Hackers</i>, but she just asked if you had all the school supplies you needed. Blushing worse (and getting a bit hard) at the memory, you sheepishly admit, "Yeah. <i>Legendary Defender</i> has a lot more nude scenes than it used to," you try, since that seems the safest bet.\n\n"And there was even that subplot about Pidge pretending to be aquaphobic added to it," Maya replies, though her tone has a bit of a mutter. You guess her preferred ship didn't happen even with the new relaxed standards. "And what was with the color of Allura's nipples, seriously?"\n\n"I know, that was such a weird choice," you agree without thinking. "It clashed so bad with the rest of the color palette, it-" You cut yourself off, then murmur, "Um... you realize what we're talking about?"\n\n"... Yeah, I think over time we're adjusting to the new social standards," Maya admits after a moment. "Either as part of the magic or we're just getting used to it. But I mean have you noticed that literally everyone is attractive? I'm not even sure this society has a standard for 'ugly' that doesn't come from being disfigured or damaged or something. I tried watching <i>Game of Thrones</i>... which, by the way, if you think it was porn-y before... and they don't even make fun of Brienne for being homely, they make fun of her because she's a head taller than like every guy on the show other than the Mountain, and because she has a mane like a <i>male</i> lion. They seem to only have a scale of 'insanely attractive' to 'moderately attractive' with 'out of the norm' being worth teasing at most. I guess when absolutely everyone is good-looking they just get more comfortable with flaunting it. ... So, I mean, I don't know what going to school tomorrow will be like," she adds, tone wary. "Other than that we're likely to see a different side of the people we know. ... And probably a whole lot more of them."\n\n<hr>\n[[We have to do something!|QOBook]]\n\n[[... Well. See you tomorrow, then.|QOBook14x5]]

"... I guess we'll just have to deal with it when we get there," you say with a sigh. "I'll see you at our lockers?"\n\n"Yeah, see you there."\n\nThe next morning, you follow your usual routine of keeping your head down and paying just enough attention to the milling crowds around you to avoid bumping into them or warn you of incoming danger. This well-honed skill definitely helps you to avoid freaking out at the much more diverse range of colors, patterns, and chatter around you as you make your way through the halls. The vast majority of changes seem to have had little respect for previous human identifications... though you can pick out enough familiar features to tell who was who before easily enough, everyone seems to have turned into whatever species the spell thought would look best on them, without holding to any idea of 'appropriate' continental populations, at least in most cases you see. You arrive at the corner of the locker alcove and kind of tuck in, doing your best to be invisible, looking up with relief when you see Maya approaching, her black tail flicking back and forth behind her, the motion pausing as she sees you, and taking on a slightly more... predatory?... air as she approaches. Her voice a bit thick, she says, "You're doing it again."\n\n"... Bweh," you say softly, spitting out your tail.\n\n"Still, it looks about like I figured," Maya says, folding her arms over her chest and leaning back against her own locker, looking at the hallway full of furries either passing by or milling about. "Everyone's some sort of attractive animal person, with a species that fits either their personality or social role or some other quality. Doesn't seem to be anything like a dress code anymore, which means I could've worn my actual short cutoffs. Which is still more than some of these fuzzbags are wearing. Looks like the more attractive and... endowed... you are, the more socially acceptable it is to go partly or mostly naked," she adds dryly as she skims over the student body's bodies with her sharp yellow eyes. "Which I guess is a natural extension of dressing skimpier. Not that it ever stopped anyone before, and doesn't seem to stop anyone here either, I can see some..." She trails off, turning her head to you, noticing that you've spaced out. "Hey." She reaches out and gently flicks one of your ears, making you mewl softly. She inhales hard, eyes going wide and tail trembling, before clearing her throat. "Get distracted?"\n\nSheepishly, you bob your head, peeking out towards the crowd again and admitting...\n\n<hr>\n[[... you were staring at a guy.|QOBook14x6]]\n\n[[... you were staring at a girl.|QOBook]]\n\n[[... you were staring at everyone.|QOBook]]\n\n[[... you're just sort of overwhelmed.|QOBook]]

"I wouldn't mind if people were a bit different," you mutter, leaning back on your hands.\n\n"Same," Maya says with a soft huff, then grins and flips to that section. "Hm, alas, there doesn't seem to be a 'stop being assholes' spell."\n\n"What's it got?"\n\n"Just three options, in its usual fakey bullshit phrasing. '[[Teh Chaynj Mohzt Fitteeng|QOBook]]', '[[Teh Chaynj Mohzt Ayzthehtihk|QOBook14x3]]', and '[[Teh Chaynj Mohzt Lood|QOBook17x1]]'."

"Ayz-theta, ace-theety, ay... ... the middle one," you finally decide with a roll of your eyes.\n\n"Yeah not sure what that one's trying for. Alright, here goes." Maya clears her throat, then lifts her chin, closes her eyes, and belts out in a dramatic tone, "Dinh ajanouha eh dra funmt ehdu bnaddo, yddnyldeja vinno cbaleac! Palyica hu uha fyhdc du ytsed drao ryja dra cuim uv y lulgnuylr!"\n\nOf course nothing happens. After a few seconds Maya peeks one eye open, peering around, then snickers, which you follow suit with once it seems appropriate to do so. "Yeah, obviously," she says. "It's not like it would really-"\n\nShe interrupts herself with a loud sucking in of air, the book tumbling from her hands as she wraps her arms around her middle and hunches forward. Your eyes widen, and you reach out your hands towards her, not sure what to do since she seems like she's in pain. Except that a moment later, a long, low moan escapes her, and your face goes hot. Not like you have a ton of experience, but that... definitely wasn't a moan of pain. She topples over onto her back, squirming and writhing on the floor in a rather sensuous manner, continuing to moan and gasp as if in the throes of near-orgasm. You feel like you should look away, but at the same time you're just too confused by what's happening... and then the changes start, and you're too entranced to look away.\n\nGlossy black fur begins to spread out from under Maya's shirt and shorts, spreading across her visible skin. Her belly tightens and firms, taking on a more powerful but still sleek tone before it's covered in the sable pelt. Your face heats even further as you watch her breasts slowly expand, pushing her shirt outward, slowly and gradually but steadily getting larger. As her parted lips change color, they also begin to change shape, face pushing outward slightly into a broad, almost flat-ended muzzle. Her ears extend and curl around each other, even moving further up her head as they grow to tips, taking on a distinctly feline appearance. Shuddering, she suddenly rolls over onto her hands and knees, toes digging into the floor and lifting her ass high in the air as a bulge starts at her tailbone, pushing the back of the waistband of her shorts down some as a tail grows out. Her pose leaves her breasts, now at least a cup size and a half larger, hanging down, her fingers curling as claws grow in at the tips, mouth open in an almost feral snarl as you watch her teeth altering, even as long, thin whiskers grow out from the sides of her new muzzle. She slowly slumps back down to her knees as the changes pass, panting heavily, eyes opening to reveal they've turned bright yellow. \n\n"Maya?" you say slowly, hand trembling. "Are... are you-" Then you grunt loudly, curling in on yourself and toppling to your side as your muscles spasm and twist without warning. But despite the strange, involuntary sensation, a sort of pleasure suffuses your entire body, and you find yourself moaning as well, your cock rapidly stiffening inside your jeans. Almost immediately you can feel the snugness of the denim growing even tighter, a sort of soft, almost ticklish sensation spreading out from the base of it, coating your balls and sliding up your crotch, over your belly. You can feel your muscles gaining tone and power as they twitch and flex, but as far as you can tell through the flashes of pleasure that come with every shudder and twitch, your build isn't changing much. Feeling your own lower face pushing out into a muzzle is such a strange sensation, and yet it's like your body insists that you want it, that it's something amazing happening to you, and your ears actually twitch and flick as they elongate, the tips staying mostly round even as they rise to point upward. You force your eyes open some as you feel the urge to get up onto all fours as well, looking down at your hands and arms, which are now covered in a pattern of cream and white fur with dark splotches. Your mouth opens and you let out a low, thrumming moan as you can feel your own tail pushing out, the claws on your toes trying to dig into the floor and slicing through your socks in the process, scratching at the insides of your shoes. Just when it feels like you're about to cum in your pants, the sensation suddenly passes completely, and you thump to your front on the floor, panting heavily, whiskers and ears twitching.\n\n"... Jamie?" Maya's voice says uncertainly. \n\nGroaning a little, now half in embarrassment, you slowly push yourself up and around to sit down, being a little careful as you do in trying not to show off the bulge you're still sporting. "What... happened?" you say slowly, trying to get used to the feeling of talking with a muzzle, and to resolve the black humanoid feline in front of you with your friend.\n\n"I think... I think it worked." Maya raises her sable-furred hands to look at them, jumping a little as she slips her claws back out. "... Pretty sure that spell was trying to say 'aesthetic'. We turned into... well, something pretty," she says, glancing at you, then away in a fashion that might almost look embarrassed. You blink, and look over towards the mirror. You do seem to be some sort of feline now, pale-furred with black spots, and a very long, very fluffy tail. ... Snow leopard? Well, snow leopards are pretty, it's true, but you don't see how you're particularly attractive, since you're guessing you still look like the snow leopard equivalent of you. "Um, hey wait," Maya suddenly says, turning and scrambling for the TV remote, her new tail lifting and denim-clad ass wiggling at you as she tries to grab it, making you quickly look away. "Didn't those spells say they'd change the <i>world</i>? It might not be just us, it might be-"\n\nFinally getting hold of the remote, she flops back down and turns the TV on. Luckily it changes right to a live cooking show broadcast... with a cow-woman smiling at the screen, her full breasts wobbling lightly beneath her sweater as she talks about the recipe she's making. Maya clicks over to a 24-hour news channel, where a large-chested fox-woman is addressing the camera while a solemn-faced Doberman-man sits beside her, the footage briefly changing to a bunch of various sorts of animal-men in digital camo exiting a plane with duffel bags slung over their shoulders.\n\n"It's... it really happened, it changed everybody in the world," Maya says, obviously stunned.\n\n"Um. They don't seem very... upset about it," you note. "I mean, the story's not about 'dubyoo-tee-eff we all just turned into animal people'."\n\n"... Yeah," Maya agrees with a nod, then hops around again, once more forcing you to look away from her wiggling butt. (Is that some sort of feline instinct? You don't remember her doing that before.) After a moment she straightens up onto her knees and sits back on her heels, flipping through a magazine. "This is a couple of months old, but all the photos show, well, furries. Heck, the band 'Minotaur's Blood-Axe' is now actually made up of bull guys, I guess that's part of being... aesthetic..." She trails off as she turns her head back to you, staring. She actually swallows, voice a little strained as she says, "Jamie, what are you doing?"\n\n"Bwuh?" Even as you say it, you realize you're muffled, and that there's a soft, ticklish sensation on your lips and tongue. You peer down... and realize that you've got your own tail clamped securely in your muzzle. You didn't even realize you were doing it.\n\n<hr>\n[[... ptoo.|QOBook14x4]]\n\n[[... nyom, nyom...|QOBook]]

Well, why not try playing the actual main character? You seem to recall he has girls throwing themselves at him constantly, just the sort of thing to take advantage of in a porn game. You tap the name, then blink as the list disappears, replaced by two headshots, one of a handsome black-haired guy and one of a cute redheaded girl (albeit both look rather similar).\n\nOh, right, the whole gender-swap-in-water thing. It must be asking you if you want to start out as a guy or a girl. Maybe it even has different starting points for each? Well, on the one hand, you certainly never asked to be a girl and would like to get back to being a guy... on the other hand, you've already been changed into a girl, you could stick with it awhile and see how it works out. Besides, even if you pick that one, maleness is just some hot water away right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Male start.|MRanXStart]]\n\n[[Female start.|FRanXStart]]

"Forbidden magic it is," Maya suddenly declares.\n\n"Wha? Hey, I didn't-"\n\n"You were taking too long, I'm picking the one I think sounds the most fun. Heck, there's a whole section here!" she chirps happily as she turns towards the back of the book. "Let's see, parsing the freaky text... 'Beware, for these forbidden magics have the ability to change the nature of the entire world. Once the world is changed, putting it back to the way you remember it once being may be impossible. You will instead live the rest of your life in a world that has been made strange to you.'"\n\nYou make a face. "That seems impossible even by the standards of a magical book."\n\n"Especially since it looks like most of them are just incantations," Maya notes, flipping through the pages behind. "Looks like there are four sections. '[[To change society|QOBook]]', '[[To change people|QOBook14x2]]', '[[To overlap the ages|QOBook]]', and '[[To initiate a new age|QOBook]]'."

You send several tentacles hurtling towards Cammy, too fast for her to dodge or block, wrapping them around her wrists and ankles, and then yanking her hard towards you, stopping her abruptly in front of yourself to further disorient her and keep her off balance as you hold her spread-eagled off the ground. Of course that's all the time it takes for you to pull aside the crotch of her one-piece, baring her pussy and pucker as you bring up a pair of wriggling, fat tentacles towards them. "Hey! What are you doing?!" the blonde demands in that cute British accent, only to let out a long cry as you demonstrate exactly what you're doing, stuffing both tentacles into her vulnerable holes. "Nnnnh! Y-you monster!" the fighter cries, her teeth gritting and cheeks flushing as the aphrodisiac effect of your tentacles takes hold, both of them wriggling and squirming as they stuff themselves into her over and over again, sending splatters of black ooze out from around her tight holes every time they thrust.\n\nSmirking, you use more tentacles to force her into a kneeling position on the floor in front of you, leaving her twisting and jerking as she glares up at you. "Oh, don't worry, that's just a bit of a warmup. Really I've got my sights set on a pair of holes of yours that are much, <i>much</i> tighter!" you coo in Tenta-Z's carefully cultivated ASMR voice. You bring in another pair of tentacles, briefly brushing them across her cheeks before moving them into position at the sides of her head.\n\n"W-what?! You can't mean-!" Cammy's eyes widen as she realizes what you intend, barely able to give a cry of "No, don't!" before you thrust the tentacles forward and she cries out as they penetrate her ears. Her eyes roll some and her body starts twitching as you wriggle them in deeper and deeper, giving them wiggling thrusts much like the ones violating her pussy and ass. Her body twitches and bucks with every thrust, making her latex-clad tits bounce as she reacts thoughtlessly to having her cranium violated.\n\nYou let out another coo as you feel the tips of your tentacles start brushing over her brain. You let the tips gently caress that deep, most private part of her as she shudders and mewls, stepping forward and putting a hand atop her beret-clad head. Then a gooey black cock springs forth from under the hem of your sweater, only to partially disappear again as you thrust it into Cammy's open mouth, starting to fuck her throat even as your tentacles begin pumping and thrusting again, fucking her pussy, her ass, and her head.\n\n"Oooo, it's pretty amazing, just what parts of your mind I can touch that make you go wild licking and sucking me, cutie!" you chirp as you fuck Cammy's face, her eyes completely rolled up in her head as your tentacles thrust and pump into her ears, your cock bulging up her throat obscenely as you fuck her face. "Even Bison's brainwashing never got this deep, did it? I'm actually fucking your cute little brain, and you can't help but cum over and over and over again even as I do, can you?"\n\nIndeed, her pussy is gushing around your thrusting tentacle like a faucet, her ass clenching around the other like it's trying to squeeze it off. You can still hear some faint resistance in her muffled squeals and moans around your cock, but it's becoming more frantic and even less coherent the faster you pump your tentacles into her ears and send them writhing across her brain. Finally you let out a happy squeal and thrust forward, buring your cock in her throat and thrusting your tentacles deep into her lower holes, her flat, toned belly already starting to swell beneath the layer of latex covering it. Cammy gives one last, pleading "MMMNNN!" before your tentacles in her ears thrust forward as well, their tips throbbing and starting to spurt aphrodisiac cum all over her brain, literally marinating it in orgasmic jizz.\n\nHer eyes roll up in her head, her body twitching as even then they steadily go blank as she's literally brainwashed with monster cum. Some white starts dribbling out of her ears and nose as her head is filled to overflowing with the stuff. You suddenly pull out of all her holes at once and take a step back, leaving her to wobble in place before toppling over and laying with legs spread, showing off her gaping pussy and ass as they spurt thick splashes of cum, her jaw slack and tongue lolled out as more cum continues to dribble out of her ears, body twitching in constant, intense, literally mindless orgasms.\n\nMindfuck indeed~!\n\n<hr>\n[[New round!|GG-FF-TZ-Cammy-NewRound]]\n\n[[Finish her!|GG-FF-TZ-Cammy-Finish]]

Though it's uncomfortable and seems like it's going to be hampering your mobility, you don't exactly feel like trying to strip out of bits of your costume in front of an international movie star. You shift a bit uncomfortably and feel something bump against your hips, so reach down to feel for it. On your left hip is a large flap-topped pouch, but on the other is a gun in a holster. You haul it out and stare at it... though the grip and trigger are sized perfectly for your hand, it's a <i>big</i> revolver, albeit short-barreled and almost stubby in its design. And it looks disturbingly real.\n\nBefore you can ask 'Daniels' just how they got you costumed and gave you what seems to be an actual gun without you knowing, the window shatters as a massive form leaps through, landing in a roll and then rising to its feet, albeit hunched and with its long arms reaching forward. It's at least nine feet tall and though it's proportioned more like a gorilla, it has the head, tail, and pelt of a wolf, its lips pulled back from a maw full of yellow teeth. With a yelp of surprise you scramble to your feet and off to the side, only for another one to come leaping in through another window, one of its massive pawlike hands flinging to the side while it's still in midair.\n\nYou feel something impact against your belly and hear a faint *fwing* and then a clatter, and get the distinct impression that the stupid corset-thing just saved you. You almost reflexively raise the gun, gripping it with both hands and pointing it at the looming dark form that's turning towards you. You hesitate for just a moment, conscious of how heavy and real it feels and how this is just supposed to be a game. But the way it looks, the way you can't spot a single seam or bit of jerky movement from motors, and also the way that the wolfman almost leers as it looks at you, a bit of red starting to peek from the massive sheath between his legs, settles the argument for you.\n\nThe pistol roars more like a shotgun as you pull the trigger, and you thank Heaven that it's a revolver instead of a semi-automatic since it kicks like a pony as it is. The werewolf gives a howl that you'd more associate with the thunderous roars of lions from The Lion King when you were a child as red blossoms high on its chest. You pull the trigger twice more in quick succession, sending the beast reeling back and stumbling until it falls over.\n\nYou stand trembling until Daniels grabs you by the arm and pulls you into a run with him, apparently having dealt with his own opponent. "Come on! We'll get up the stairs, find a more defensible position!" He lets you go, counting on you to keep your feet as the two of you race up one of the curving staircases, then turn and put your backs against the walls at the top of it. He flicks the cylinder of his own revolver, longer-barreled and more elegantly-proportioned than yours, out and starts reloading it. "Bloody hell, this your first time in the field, girl?"\n\n"I... yeah," you answer shakily, unsure of how else to explain yourself, the smell of gunpowder still heavy in your nostrils and your hands half numb from the buck of the gun, all of it making it very clear you just shot an actual monster.\n\n"Figures, they send a first-timer into this," he snarls, flicking his wrist to send the cylinder back into place. He softens his expression as he looks at you. "Still, stood your ground, fired three shots, that's all I can ask of anyone in that sort of situation. He'll have a devil's time picking out that silver buckshot before it works its way into something vital, if he even can."\n\n"... Are you sure you're not Sean Bean?" you ask, just a little hopeful.\n\n"Can't say I ever met the man. Now listen, somewhere in this blasted house, they're doing the ritual that will open the Hellgate. Until we can figure out where that is, or until more reinforcements arrive, we've got to stay alive, keep moving, find anything we can to make it hard on them. C'mon."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Hellrise1x2]]

"Psh, are you kidding? I used to use these things for toys," you scoff, trying to be obvious about not even looking at the device as you trust your skilled fingers to do the work for you. "I mean, I haven't even bothered with one in-"\n\nThere's a flash of light from below and a stinging sensation in your fingers before they go numb and cold. Blinking, you look down at them, then stare in shock as smooth grey color continues sweeping up from them and along your hands, rapidly moving up your arms. You try to move them but can't. You're turning to stone.\n\n"Hey, whoa, little help here?!" you yelp to the party, staggering backwards and to your feet, then jerking to a halt as the stone spreads across your torso and down your hips. The woman in the cloak scrambles through her bag, then lifts her face and gives you a sheepish look of apology. It's the last thing you see as the cold of the stone pass up and over your head.\n\nThen you stagger as you can suddenly move again. You look around, disoriented even more than when you first popped into this world, and for much the same reasons... your surroundings shifted without warning, this time to a large, open room full of ivory columns, with several beautiful women in togas looking at you expectantly. You do a quick patdown of your body, finding no stone, and look up at your saviors(?). "Uh. Thanks."\n\n"Your thanks are gratifying, but unnecessary," the one that's slightly ahead of the other two says, raising a dark brown hand. Her hair is thick and curly, standing up a bit on top but mostly falling down her back. "First of all, it is fitting that you know that before we found you, we believe you spent some fifty years as a statue in a tavern."\n\n"Uh... wow." You blink. Fifty years, literally gone in between heartbeats. You're not sure what that even means for you, considering this isn't your world or time anyway, but it's a lot to take in all the same.\n\n"Second, this is the Church of Living Worship. We believe that all life is holy... which is why everything in this temple was once a living being, so that we may constantly be surrounded by what is worshipful," she continues, gesturing to the room. "These columns, carved from petrified giants. The floor tiles, petrified and reshaped monsters that threatened the town. The water in that fountain," she continues, gesturing to a nearby bubbling waterfall fountain built into a wall. "One of our initiates during her schooling phase."\n\n"... Interesting?" That or creepy. You realize you'd think it was cool as heck in a game you were sitting outside of, but at the moment you're getting a distinctly freaky vibe off of this whole matter. You do a casual look around, checking for exits.\n\n"Your purchase as a statue and the fact that we spent magic to revive you would technically make you the property of the Church," the priestess continues, putting her hands together as you visibly bristle. "However, we have no desire to enslave humans or any other peaceful species against their will. But the nature of our magic means that there is a debt upon you that you must repay to us... if you do not, you will be risking grave misfortune that is out of our hands."\n\n"Well. I think I've got a little money, if someone didn't chip it off of me and unpetrify it first," you answer, glancing down at your belt. "But I'm guessing what you did cost a lot more than that?"\n\n"It is an expensive spell. Had it been but a few moments it would have cost relatively little, but after so many years it required extensive ritual and components to free you of such a malicious curse. It will surely be the work of years for you to repay it, whatever method you choose."\n\nYou rub your face with both hands, sighing. This is a hell of a quest hook. "And I could theoretically choose to [[walk out of here|GGRogueplaceholder]], I'd just wind up horribly cursed, right?"\n\n"Correct."\n\nYou shrug. "Well, what are my options for repayment?"\n\n"Why there are many! There are many things about our temple that we need, and our faith makes acquiring them difficult at times. You could [[become a statue again|GGRogueplaceholder]], though obviously posed in a more aesthetically pleasing fashion... our spell is effortless to apply and remove, so you would of course incur no additional debt. We require certain pieces of [[furniture|GGRogueplaceholder]], some of us need new articles of [[clothing|GGRogueplaceholder]], or various other [[necessary items|GGRogueplaceholder]]. I believe we are also in need of a new [[temple guardian|GGRogueplaceholder]]. Or you could always [[join our order|GGRogueplaceholder]]. Personally, I would recommend such an option... while you repaid us by serving both as you are and in various forms, you would also be taught many of our magic spells. Anyone of our order who attains the rank of full Priestess is allowed to pursue their own path of worship, and is given a generous sum in celebration. You could return to adventuring with greater power and wealth than you would have otherwise, certainly."

Grinning, you stand up as well, looking down at her eyes. "So, is that why you asked me to come stay with you?"\n\n"N-no! Well, I mean..." She glances away, still blushing brightly. "Maybe hoped, a little bit, but I wasn't planning to put the moves on you or anything! I mean, don't be weirded out, or anything, because it's not like I wanted to perv on you, or something like that, I really just wanted you to-"\n\nYou place a hand on her cheek and turn her head back towards you, leaning in to press your lips to hers. She actually <i>squeaks</i>, her eyes going wide, then closing happily as she kisses back. You can feel her practically vibrating just from your hands resting on her cheeks, probably wanting to jump on you and squeeze your stuffing out. You trail off the kiss with just the very faintest suck on her lower lip, then murmur, "It's okay, Mols, I like you too."\n\n"Sam," she whispers in a somewhat cracking voice, her eyes shimmering, smile just a bit watery. Gosh she's cute. You dip back in for another kiss, and she squeaks again. If she keeps doing that, she's in very big danger of just getting eaten right up. You nibble her lip just a litte and hear her give a soft moan... nope, she's definitely getting eaten up.\n\nYou move to kiss her ear before whispering in it, "You wanna go to bed?"\n\n"Uh-huh!" she replies, again almost vibrating against you in eagerness.\n\nYou reach down to take her hand and start to turn back towards the bed, then pause and look down at her black-clad body. "Um. Think maybe you can ask your friend to make itself scarce, first?"\n\n"Huh? Oh, right." Molly giggles, then the black just peels back and away from her front, in only a few seconds leaving her standing there naked. You immediately tug on her and push her back onto her own bed, thumping down on top of her. 'Softly,' you think as you start kissing the shorter girl again, unable to help grinning. 'When we fall on each other we need to do it quietly, people have work in the morning.' Suppressing a snicker, you focus on the matter at hand.\n\nYou settle a bit more atop her, delivering a few more soft, lingering kisses to her lips, letting each one get a bit deeper... you may have only kissed a few other girls, but you do like to think you're pretty good at it. To judge by the little squeaks and the fact that she's practically writhing underneath you, you'd have to say Molly agrees. Moving down now, you kiss along her chin and jaw, then her throat, grinning almost wickedly as she gives a soft whimper. Unable to resist the urge, you skip right to one of her puffy, fat nipples and wrap your lips around it, sucking and rolling your tongue as she claps a hand over her mouth to muffle herself. You slide a hand down her belly, feeling her muscles tremble under your touch, and then down between her legs, gently stroking along her extremely wet, warm folds, not daring to do much more as she squirms and whimpers, obviously barely suppressing her desire to cry out loudly. \n\nOnce you're fairly certain you've gotten her off several times just with sucking her nipples and toying with her outer lips and clit, you draw back some, suppressing your own yelp and then giggles as she all but pounces you over onto your back instead. Her motions are far more energetic, fitting with her personality and the obvious tizzy you've worked her into, her mouth going to the side of your neck to suck and lick hard, her hands roaming up and down your body. She's not being rough but she is eager, obviously wanting to touch as much of you as she can, her hands stroking over your breasts. You mmm softly and close your eyes, leaning your head back against the pillow at the feel of her fingers tracing at your nipples... then you give a soft 'mmf?' as a ticklish, but fairly pleasurable sensation is added to that. You open your eyes and lift your head, blinking as you realize that her fingers are once more coated in glossy black, some of which has extended out in tendrils that are also brushing and stroking against your stiff nipples and pebbled areola. "Uh... Mols..."\n\n"What? Did I pinch too ha-" Molly asks, glancing down... then blushing incandescently. "Oh. Um... sometimes when I get excited it's a little harder to keep it tamped down, and I forgot I needed to try and... w-well... Sam, is it okay? I mean... if I'm honest, it's not just me that likes you... my, um, friend likes you too, and it's not like we're ever really apart so... is it okay if I, y'know...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, okay.|FemPalladium3x7]]\n\n[[Nope, too weird.|FemPalladium]]

"... Hi," you reply, too stunned for anything else at the moment.\n\n"I do apologize, I wasn't really prepared for visitors. Sort of the point of hiding oneself away like this, after all." The ratman grabs the armrests of the chair and does a few hops to nudge it back, then hops down from the chair and circles around the desk. He seems like he barely comes up over your waist, though his nocked and notched ears add some to his height. You notice that he seems to be missing part of his tail too, since it ends abruptly after a few feet instead of tapering to a point. "Still, I've no wish to offer hostility, assuming you mean the same."\n\n"Uh. No. I mean, no, I'm not hostile or anything," you answer, shaking your head, wondering if he'll disappear when you do. Nope, still a three foot upright rat in a purple robe talking to you. "You're a... I mean, you're...?"\n\n"Hm, yes, seen that dreadful picture, have you?" The ratman slips one thin, bulging-jointed hand into the pocket of his robe and comes up with a pipe. It's exactly like what you'd expect to see in a Sherlock Holmes movie. He seems to be trying very hard to cultivate an air of refinement, you realize, as he goes about stuffing and lighting the pipe with crisp, efficient movements. Since the movie portrayed the demon rats as slavering, near-mindless creatures of hate and malice, you suppose you can't blame him for trying to distance himself.\n\nOnce he's puffed out a few small clouds of smoke, he admits, "Not entirely inaccurate, even if poorly rendered in rubber. Most of my kin are not exactly sociable with other races. I have somewhat higher desires for my lot in life, however... I enjoy reading, and talking, and above all thinking. Not acceptable traits in my society, alas, so I live a bit apart, up here, and hide my presence from them. You're lucky you found me, my dear, rather than going all the way down to the root cellar... there are always a few of my kin lurking about in the shadows down there, hoping to catch a delectable morsel such as yourself come exploring."\n\nYou nod numbly, before a sudden shock of terror runs through you. "Oh God, my friend Leslie! She was going further down!"\n\nA grim expression steals across his rodent face. "Then I'm afraid they most likely already have her... and they'll be coming for you next. Likely all riled up and eager for blood. Your only chance, I'm afraid, is to hide here with me for a time. If you have any friends up in the house above, they'll likely be safe, the beasts never roam far from the kitchen... unless your presence gives them cause to."\n\n"But... but Leslie-"\n\n"-will not be saved by you running off and doing anything stupid," the ratman cuts in, voice stern. "It might possibly be that something could be done for her later, if she is still alive, but right now you must be <i>smart</i> and stay with me."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hurry to Leslie.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Stay with the ratman.|GGHH5x5]]

"A-alright... I'll stay with you," you allow after several agonizing seconds, guilt almost crushing you as you say the words. "But you promise that we'll do what we can for her?"\n\n"I promise that we shall do whatever <i>can</i> be done. But for now, hurry child," he answers grimly, tucking the stem of the pipe between his sharp teeth and setting off at a quick clip down the tunnel.\n\nThe two of you quickly set to work pulling the boards back into place, the ratman giving you a few instructions on which board goes where and how to set them. You think you hear skittering noises coming up the stairs as you set the last board in place and stumble back. The ratman tosses a handful of dust from his robe pocket at the replaced wall, then reaches down and turns out your camp lantern.\n\nYour heart hammers in the darkness as you hear scuttling outside, the boards creaking softly under the light weight of several beings. You can hear them sniffing the air heavily, and a strange snarl that doesn't sound like any animal you've heard before. You hold your breath, hoping they can't hear your heartbeat as they squeak softly to each other, the sounds just barely making words you can understand.\n\n"Human. Girl. Here, here."\n\n"Here. Not further. ... Back up?"\n\n"Back up," another, deeper voice answers, a stair giving a louder creak as the speaker apparently shifts a bit.\n\n"Up?"\n\nYou clench your teeth, feverishly wondering what you'll do if they say they'll go upstairs and after the boys. Images of crashing through the boards and epically fighting off the monsters in hand-to-hand flash through your mind... as do what you can imagine are vastly more realistic images of them tearing you to bloody pieces. Still, to just let them go up...\n\n"Down," the deeper voice says, heaving an annoyed gust of breath that you can't help but echo in relief. "Back down. Up not worth risk. Got girl already."\n\nThat makes you wince, and the relief you feel at hearing the demon rats go skittering back down the stairs to resume doing who-knows-what to Leslie renews your guilt. By the time light flickers and returns to the tunnel, you're leaning against the wall shaking.\n\n"There there, my dear," the spectacled ratman says, his voice at least sounding sincere. He picks up the camp lantern with one hand, palming his pipe with the other. "I know that must have been quite a harrowing experience, but come with me. A bit of tea will soon have you feeling... well, a bit better."\n\nSoon you're sitting in an overstuffed chair, watching him use a metal kettle and a bunsen burner to make hot water, going through the motions of making tea with a practiced nonchalance that looks really weird on a three foot rat with horns. As he's pouring two cups of the brew, he says, "We have neglected to introduce ourselves in all the excitement, I'm afraid."\n\n"Oh. Right. Um, my name's Cyan."\n\n"A lovely color, and a lovely young lady as well," the ratman says gallantly as he hands you one of the cups. "My people are not quite so minded of the lovely things in this world, nor of brevity, though with the number of us that is perhaps is inevitable. I am Titiriritititu Tiritirutitutitarito Ton Tiritiririritiritishiritirititiru. You may make whatever out of that that you will, I promise not to take offense."\n\nYou look blankly at him, torn between laughing and just saying 'what?' and not feeling that either is really appropriate. Instead, you tilt your head to the side a bit, and offer cautiously, "... Tiri?"\n\n"Hm, certainly not a bad choice out of the handful of logical ones. Tiri it is." He turns his chair around to face you, then hops up into it before pulling over his teacup. "Now, my dear, I'm afraid that you will have to stay here several days at least."\n\nThat almost makes you choke on the sip of tea you were taking. "Days?!"\n\n"Alas, I'm afraid it's so. Though the other demon rats won't go up into the house willy-nilly, after they catch a human one often lingers in listening range of the stairway up for several days. One step out of the tunnel, and they'd not only have you, but me. So you see, it is best for both of us that you enjoy my company until the coast is clear," Tiri concludes.\n\nYou sigh and nod. "Alright, I understand."\n\n"Excellent. I promise to do my best not to be a bore. Or a boor, for that matter."\n\n"But what about Leslie? Isn't there anything you could do for her now?"\n\n"Mm, yes, your friend." Tiri sets aside his teacup, stroking the tuft of fur that grows down from his chin. "I suppose there are several options for seeking out her freedom... though you're not like to enjoy any of them."\n\n"It's not about enjoying it!" you snap, then drop your head, shamefaced. You add in a whisper, "It's my fault. I teased her to come down even though I knew she was scared, and I just let her go off without me when I noticed your tunnel. Whatever she's suffering, it's my fault."\n\n"... There there now, child, you couldn't have known," the demon rat says in a gentle tone. "But if that's the way you feel about it, I have several methods by which you could [[try and rescue her yourself|GGHH5x6]]. But when I say that you won't like them, I simply mean that they are hard, some with consequences that cannot be undone, and none are guaranteed success."\n\n"Thank you." You raise your head and smile a bit. "And, not that I'm ungrateful or expecting it of you, but... is there anything you could do more directly...?"\n\nTiri sighs a bit, waving a hand. "Well, I suppose if you were truly desirous of atoning for your supposed guilt, I could [[trade you for your friend|GGHHPlaceholder]]... you've the large breasts and round hips that would make you quite the prize, pardon my saying so." He hesitates, then continues a bit more slowly, "There are other things I could trade instead, certain favors I could call in as well. But I could not possibly do so without asking something in return, you understand, the price to me would simply be too high, as much as I'd like to help you."\n\n"I'll pay it!" you blurt. "My parents aren't super rich, but I can get you plenty of money, and Leslie's folks-"\n\n"-cannot give me what I need," Tiri cuts in simply. "The thought is appreciated dear, but while I could no doubt depend on you for such a thing, what you have that I need is a strong young back and limbs."\n\nYou blink at him. "What... I mean, what exactly do you mean by that?"\n\n"This little hidey-hole of mine actually has a number of other rooms. Properly cleaned out and tidied up, I would have quite the little underground mansion to rival the one above. But they're all dusty, cluttered, and full of cobwebs. I need someone like you to [[take a contract of service|GGHHPlaceholder]] to me for, oh, say, one year. A year to tidy up the place, help me with my studies and experiments, run errands on the surface, that sort of thing. But in the end, it is your choice, my girl. Why, you could even simply [[return to the surface|GGHHPlaceholder]] in several days' time... no one could truly blame you for not wanting to face this."

"I'll rescue her myself," you decide, nodding firmly as you say the words. "I got her into this mess. It's my responsibility to get her out."\n\n"Noble. Perhaps not wise, but noble," Tiri muses aloud. He shrugs a bit and adjusts his spectacles. "Well, if you're determined to do so, I'll give you my help. There are several things I could give you that would certainly potentially allow you to save your friend."\n\n"Thank you. Thank you so much."\n\n"Perhaps you'd best decide whether to truly thank me until you survive using them," the ratman comments darkly. "First, there is a bodysuit of enchanted leather armor I possess, the Shadow Veil. It will naturally cloak you in shadows and muffle the sound you make, and at dire need it has several supernatural abilities that could save you... but you must be careful, for all such magic comes with a price, and use it too much, and the price may be more than you can pay. Similarly, there is the Orb of Varasa... Varasa placed her spirit into it as she lay dying, and her spells and spirit are at the command of the one who wields it, but have a care. Varasa would dearly love a new body to inhabit, and yours would please her greatly... take too many of her offerings or succumb to her own nature too often, and you will become a prisoner in your own form."\n\nYou shudder a little at the thought. It sounds ridiculous, but with all you've seen in the last hour, you've little choice but to believe it. "I understand."\n\n"I also have several potions of my own devising that could be of use," Tiri allows. "One is an invisibility potion, though it will not hide the sounds you make, nor your scent, so you must still be cautious." He pauses, then adds sheepishly, "However, I admit, I've no idea how long it might last. Test subjects are few and far between, and not exactly of a proper weight and biology to compare it to you or I. You might be invisible for five minutes or forever."\n\n"Think there's a book about that," you murmur.\n\n"Yes, that one, right there," Tiri answers cheerfully, pointing a clawed finger at one of the shelves. "Which is why I haven't chugged the thing down myself, you see. I have several transformative potions as well. There is the Potion of the Demon Rat, for instance."\n\n"I'd turn into...?" You try not to look horrified, and are abashed when he chuckles.\n\n"Worry not, I understand why it's not exactly an alluring concept. But with it you could likely waltz in, get your friend, and get her out with a bare minimum of trouble." His smile fades. "The change would, I'm afraid, be permanent. I could perhaps formulate a Potion of Humanity... but it could take many years, with no guarantee of success."\n\nYou nod a little numbly at that. It would mean the end of your life as you know it... but could it be worth it, to save Leslie?\n\n"There are also two other potions with consequences less dire, though potentially just as permanent," Tiri allows after giving you a few moments to absorb that. "I've a Potion of Fairykind. With such small size and magic, you would be able to find your friend, slip her a second potion of samesaid, and be out again. But I've no idea how much fairy magic you might be able to use before the change became permanent instead of until sunrise. And finally, there is a Potion of Trollkind... you would gain great strength, stamina, and healing, but I'm afraid your intelligence would be quite at risk. That one is divided up into three doses... each one would make the change more pronounced. Get through with but the first, and I doubt you'd even notice the change that much... a bit slower to grasp maths and such, perhaps. Take the second, you'll become a simple creature but not wholly stupid, like some of your professional athletes. But take the third, and you'll be little more than an upjumped, mostly-upright animal."\n\nYou wince at the thought. "Got it. One, my report card suffers, two, my career prospects suffer, three, my sentience suffers."\n\n"Aptly put, my dear, better than I said it myself."\n\n"So those are my choices, huh?"\n\n"Well. There is one other," Tiri says slowly. He hops up from his chair and moves to one of his cabinets, opening it up and plucking out a jar roughly the size of your head. It's a canning jar, one of those with the locking metal clasp and rubber-rimmed top for a full vacuum seal. As he carries it over to you, you see that it's full of something purple-black that writhes and wiggles gently in a way that doesn't match the movement of the jar itself. "There is this... entity. I found it when I was doing a bit of digging, and was intrigued by its odd properties. It seems to be a lifeform of some sort, and from my very limited studies, is capable of forming a symbiosis with other living creatures... but it has eventually rejected each one, including myself. It seems to be quite powerful, however, but what drawbacks or consequences it could come with, I cannot say. It is by far the biggest roll of the dice you could take, my dear... it could be your greatest savior or your most horrible doom, either one. But the choice is yours."\n\n<hr>\n[[The Shadow Veil.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[The Orb of Varasa.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Potion of Demon Rat.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Potion of Fairykind.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Potion of Trollkind.|GGHH5x7]]\n\n[[The Mysterious Entity.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

"The Potion of Trollkind... if I only have to use one of them, it seems like it would be the best," you decide after a bit of thought. "And no offense, but I am already a lot bigger than you guys."\n\n"True, it is not our size nor even our strength that typically makes us dangerous, but our numbers and ferocity," Tiri allows, trotting over to one of the cabinets again. He comes back with a long leather braided cord, three small bottles with their necks braided into it to hold them.\n\nYou accept the cord and, after a few moments of examining it, stand up and tie it around your waist like a belt. Tiri gives you a simple nod. "There should be but a lone guard at the stairs below. If you overcome him quickly, you should be able to sneak your way through and into the underground. From there, I'm afraid it will be up to you to find your friend."\n\n"Got it. Thanks, Tiri."\n\n"I wish I could say it was my pleasure, child, but I cannot shake the feeling that I am sending you to your doom," he says grimly, leading you back down the tunnel.\n\nAs he listens and then begins carefully removing the boards, you consider the trio of bottles resting against your hip. Strength... but loss of intellect, too.\n\n<hr>\n[[Better take one before you go out.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Better not to take any, unless you have to.|GGHH5x8]]

"C-cum on me," you gasp out, not sure if it's better sense or lust talking, but apparently both agree that's the best idea. "All over me, I want it on me, please, please!"\n\nGrowling eagerly, Wolf lifts up, making you cry out as that pushes his knot <i>almost</i> to the point of popping inside. Then he lays your shoulders on the floor and shifts your legs up to rest along his chest, pumping into you at an angle, making you shriek and yowl in pleasure. He works you to several body-shaking orgasms, sending pleasure pulsing through your body like plasma through EPS manifolds, before finally pulling out and lowering you a bit, his cock thrusting across the cleft of your pussy several times before he starts to cum.\n\nThe first jet of it actually hits your face, splattering across it like you'd just been cum on by five normal men at once. You gasp and shudder as he just keeps going, more cum gushing from his immense prick as he empties those big fuzzy balls onto you. Your pert little tits are soon coated completely, as is your belly, thick white alien seed pooling in your bellybutton. He pulls back some, spurting more of it onto your slightly gaping, fuck-reddened pussy. Eventually, from hairline to hips, you look like you've been sugar-glazed by a baker with an overly heavy hand.\n\nWolf pants, tongue lolling out, as you lay shuddering and twitching in front of him. As both of you calm down, you pick out what you think is an ashamed expression on that canine face. "Commander, forgive me."\n\n"Uh..." It takes you a few moments to gather your wits enough to remember how words work. While you are, you sit up and wipe your face off a bit, mostly just smearing the cum off to the sides, leaving your skin still glistening and dripping with it. "I mean... I initiated it. Nothing to forgive."\n\n"But I... I treated you like an object. I used you... as if you were no more than some recreational hologram to get my satisfaction," he mutters, looking down at the floor. "It was dishonorable."\n\n"Hey, I got my satisfaction more than a few times too," you reply, at a bit of a loss how to handle this. You try to figure out what to say to move forward...\n\n<hr>\n[[It's nice as an occasional thing.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You'd be his object anytime.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

Hell with it. You jam your hands into the waistband of your pants and anything under them and shove down, quickly skinning out of them, pausing while bent over to yank off your boots and discard them along with your pants. You similarly skin out of your uniform top, the plain sports-style bra under it popping up over your perky little tits before you yank it off as well. You hurry across the room, stopping in front of Wolf and bending forward, pushing his hand away.\n\nHis eyes open in surprise at his hand pushing away, and open even wider as he sees you sliding his cock into your mouth. You've never even touched another guy's cock before, but you find yourself hungrily sliding your lips along the glistening red of his canine-like dick, tongue slurping against the tip to collect that leaking pre. His growl-like moans grow louder as you start working your head up and down, taking in more and more of it, one hand resting against his hip for balance, the other tucked between your own legs to frantically rub and stroke your sodden pussy.\n\nYou gag a little as his cock hits the back of your throat, but you're so turned-on that you can't help yourself, you just keep going. Everything's turning you on at this point... how doglike his dick is, the way it tastes, the way it feels pushing down your throat, the slight ache of your jaw from it having to open so wide. The spearlike prick of your alien crewmate slides deeper and deeper down your throat, the quagging noises you make getting louder and lewder, your head bobbing up and down eagerly, churned-up spit dripping off his throbbing cock in your wake. Star Trexxx indeed!\n\nAfter a few minutes one of the wolflike alien's big hands grips the back of your head, but rather than force you further down, he pulls you off. He leans down and grabs your waist, lifting you up as he drops back into a large chair with a hole in the back for his tail. With little gentleness, he yanks you onto his lap, cock spearing into your pussy and making you howl in pleasure and relief at finally, <i>finally</i> getting a nice huge dick in your sopping fuck-hole. Any second thoughts or better sense has completely vacated the starship by now, your tongue lolling out and your eyes rolling up in your head with sheer pleasure.\n\nHis big hands grab and fondle your firm, toned little ass, before he grips hard and begins working you up and down, as if you weighed nothing. You bounce atop him, used in his eagerness as if you were nothing more than a replicated masturbation sleeve, and loving every moment of it. You grab hold of his forearms for balance, but otherwise just let him work you on that massive spear of a dog dick as he pleases, your perky tits jiggling energetically, your entire body glistening with a sheen of sweat, the whole room filled with the smell of bestial desire and senseless fucking.\n\nSoon he starts yanking you down in hard, fast strokes with long pauses between them. You can feel the swell of his knot pressing against your already thoroughly stretched entrance, and every time it feels a little bigger. He grinds you against it, his tongue lolling out as he pants, making you mewl as your clit rubs on the huge bulge. Something like reason briefly enters his eyes, and he looks towards you, apparently trying to control himself at least this much even in the heat of the moment.\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell him to cum outside.|TrekF3x3]]\n\n[[Take the knot.|TrekF4x1]]

Not entirely sure why, other than the fact that you can't help but be fascinated by such a massive predatory creature, you step over to his door and hit the button to open it, stepping inside his quarters.\n\nWolf apparently doesn't notice the sound of the door opening, nor of you stepping inside. He's standing roughly in the middle of the living area, the shredded remnants of his uniform scattered around the room, apparently having literally ripped it off in his haste. The massive bestial-seeming alien is over seven feet tall, the powerful muscle obvious even beneath the layers of grey and white fur on his body. His eyes are closed and his teeth bared, a low growl thrumming in his chest as he strokes his erect cock.\n\nAnd what a cock. Clearly much more on the canine side than the human, it's a massive, glistening thing, red covered in blue veins, the shaft tapering to a pointed tip, a thick bulge close to the base of it... the whole thing's probably at least as long and thick as your forearm. A ring of fur surrounds the base of it behind the knot... some sort of sheath?... and below that dangles a furry grey sack, holding a pair of balls each the size of your fist. You're shocked he can look normal in pants even without a raging hardon!\n\nThere's something almost hypnotic about his cock, especially the way his big hand is stroking it, and you can't quite take your eyes off of it. You watch as pre starts flowing from the tip, dribbling down the front of his cock to the point on the tip, to drip and be flung out onto the carpet. There's a heady, thick musk smell in the room that feels like a physical thing entering your nose and sliding down into your lungs... almost as much as whatever the RubBorg were using, it's revving your engines, sending your already aroused pussy into overdrive, dampening it until in moments you've soaked through both your panties and the crotch of your uniform pants.\n\nIf you stay here one moment longer, you're going to go over there and have Wolf fuck your brains out, despite the fact that a few hours ago you were a completely straight male.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|TrekF3x2]]\n\n[[Leave.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

You leave Leslie to her proof of courage... the cellar can't be <i>that</i> much further down, and once she gets there to prove she can, she'll probably come right back up and find you.\n\nYou turn fully to the wall, feeling at it with the hand not holding the camp lantern. After a few moments, you find an edge of the board that's more risen than the others and give a tug. It pops right off the wall as if it were designed to, almost making you stumble in surprise. Setting the board down, you start doing the same to the boards above and below it, until you've revealed the secret passage. It's carved out of hard-packed clay dirt, and you can see that some wooden support beams have been added occasionally.\n\nFascinated, you head on through, though you feel the need to stoop a bit since the ceiling of the tunnel is only a few inches above your head, and you have to duck under the support beams. Though the close quarters should make you claustrophobic, you're so excited by your discovery that you bull on ahead without worrying about it. After walking for a minute or two, you spot a light up ahead. More curious than ever, you increase your pace, until you step out into a larger area you no longer have to stoop in.\n\nYour first thought is that this must be what JRR Tolkien was thinking of when he described a Hobbit hole. It's dry and clean, and the air's pretty clear for being under the ground, although there's a fairly heavy smell of some spicy sort of incense. It's lit by oil lamps scattered about, there are a few rugs on the floor, thick, old ones that match the plush antique furniture that you're guessing came from the house upstairs. One wall is completely covered with bookshelves, books piled on them in disorganized fashion, another wall is covered with jars, pots, and vials full of colorful liquids and embalmed... things.\n\nExcept what's apparently living here isn't any Hobbit. Your eyes widen at the figure sitting in a chair too large for it in front of a desk cut down to be the proper height. You'd guess he's about three feet tall, maybe more, and covered in greyish-brown fur. A pair of spectacles is perched atop his long, pointed muzzle, below where a pair of stubby, curled black horns sprout from his forehead. He blinks glowing red eyes at you, reaching up one clawed hand to adjust the spectacles and brush some crumbs off of the front of his purple velvet dressing robe.\n\n"Ah. Hello there."\n\n<hr>\n[["Um. Hello."|GGHH5x4]]\n\n[["AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HOLY SHIT DEMON RAT!!!!!"|GGHHPlaceholder]]

Tiri said that even one dose would have an affect on your intelligence, even if it wasn't a huge one. You definitely don't want to turn stupid, especially in a situation where you might need all your wits about you. For now, you leave the bottles where they are.\n\nOnce Tiri has finished pulling the boards down, you give him another nod of thanks before slipping out, waiting until he's reassembled the wall before heading down. You do your best to move lightly on the creaky steps, not that it helps all that much. Your eyes stare into the darkness, watching for any forms of movement that might be a demon rat... but you don't see any. Even as you arrive in the cellar finally, its dark, slightly dank space filled with litter and wooden rubble, you don't see anything. Spotting a hole in one wall, you start forward.\n\nThat's when the demon rat slams into you from behind. You yelp in surprise and pain as you're bowled over, slamming to the ground, your forehead thudding against the packed earth. Dazed, you can't offer any resistance as the ratman grabs your wrist in his bony, bulge-knuckled hand and twists it up behind your back, making you give a short shriek of pain. Not hugely strong, but this one is apparently strong enough to put you in an armlock you don't even want to think about breaking.\n\n"Knew smelled human girl. Knew it," the demon rat chitters gleefully, bracing his feet against the backs of your knees to help keep you held. "Knew would be back, look for friend, yes? She crying for you now, I bet." You tremble with fear as he gloats at you, then shudder even more as his free hand roams over your denim-clad ass. Then he snatches off the wound leather cord, and you hear the bottles clink together lightly. "Eh? What this human girl have?"\n\n<hr>\n[["It's magic potion!"|GGHH5x9]]\n\n[["It's poison!"|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[["It's medicine!"|GGHHPlaceholder]]

You try to think of something clever, but a fresh twinge of pain from your shoulder makes you squawk and blurt out, "It's potion! It's a magic potion for making you strong!"\n\n"Eh? Magic potion? Strong potion?" You can hear the scowl in the ratman's voice, and shudder again as you feel his hand... this time brushing the side of your head as he gives your ear a little tug. "And where human girl get that?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Rat Tiri out.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Claim it's from the surface.|GGHH5x10]]

Curious to see whether the faces under those big bobbly mascot heads are as cute as their bodies apparently are, you grin and nod. "Sure, why not? Thanks."\n\n"Great!" Donny chirps.\n\n"Awesome," Ronny adds, accepting your hand as you lay it in his and tugging you along with him.\n\n"This way," Jonny concludes as the three of them walk through the alley, you trailing a bit to Ronny's side. The three of them walk through several back pathways, the walkways here simple concrete and a bit less sparkling clean than the ones meant to be walked by park visitors. Eventually your little group arrives at a drab, squarish grey building that's about as unassuming as possible. Donny pulls open a somewhat dented metal door and Ronny leads you inside, with Jonny calling occasional instructions from behind as you weave your way through bits of piled equipment and costumes in the largely unlit interior. But you make it to a set of stairs without incident, and up to a hallway with a number of doors. The one the trio heads for is marked simply 'DRJ', and it opens to reveal... well, it looks sort of like a lounge or something. There are a pair of black leather couches facing each other, a kitchenette area, and even a computer desk. About the only thing that marks it as being particularly different than a standard, if slightly upscale, break area is that there's also a fairly large bed in one corner. Maybe it's there so the employees can catch naps?\n\n"Whew, glad to get out of this thing," Donny announces, pushing up at the bottom of his foam head.\n\n"Definitely, it is already way too warm," Ronny agrees, working his side to side as if to loosen it.\n\n"It's like a giant solar panel," Jonny huffs, actually tilting his forward and off.\n\nYou stare in shock as the three of them remove the oversized mascot horse heads, because underneath are... horse heads. Actual, flesh and blood ones. Maybe not exactly like the ones you've seen on, you know, actual horses. The muzzles seem shorter, the eyes more human, in fact there's slightly more human features to the whole thing, but they're definitely not human. All three of them are shaking out their sweaty manes, which are dark brown streaked with the same colors as their t-shirts.\n\n"Ah, man, that is much better!" Donny huffs.\n\n"Actual air conditioning," Ronny murmurs, moving to stand underneath a ceiling vent.\n\n"Hey, have a seat, Sam," Jonny invites, waving a hand (that you're now thinking isn't wearing some sort of glove) towards the couches.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, it's weird, but they don't seem dangerous...|DRJ1x2]]\n\n[[WTF weird horse dudes! Run for it!|DRJplaceholder]]

If you get the gist of the setting right, a slight bump up in your charisma will make little difference normally, but allow you to completely dominate others when you actually exert your personality over them. That sounds interesting, let's give it a shot! Tapping the option, you blink as you feel a shift in your pants, and experience the distinctly pleasurably sensation of your cock getting several inches longer. \n\nYou look up and see that Tifa's still bent over the table cleaning, apparently having somewhat dismissed you from her thoughts after you didn't answer. So you walk on over behind her, appreciating the little flash of white as she leans forward to reach part of the table, then move up directly behind her, pressing your crotch up against her ass and leaning forward over her body, reaching around to grab her tits and squeeze them through the thin white cotton.\n\n"E-Eric!" she gasps, letting go of the rag and bracing her hands on the table. Her body tenses as if she were going to attack or try to throw you off, but then instead she gives a little bit of a tremble, as if she couldn't quite muster the confidence or will to do so. \n\n'Interesting effect,' you muse to yourself as you give her tits a squeeze, grinding your crotch in against the leather miniskirt clinging to her ass. You give her tits a slow, but rather rough knead, and again instead of fighting you off she trembles slightly... but also gives a low moan, and you can feel her nipples stiffening against your palms.\n\n"Eric, stop," she pleads, a little bit of a whimper in her voice. "What are you doing...?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Let's fuck."|FF7X]]\n\n[["I'm raping you.|FF7X1x2]]\n\n[["Just testing something."|FF7X]]

You give your head a little shake. What are you gonna do... live in this clearing just so you can get fucked by dogs forever? Besides, it's already dark, you're probably in huge trouble as it is. That thought starts bringing you back to your senses, and you wince a little at the reaming out you'll likely get tomorrow... a considerably less fun one than done with a dog tongue. That thought almost makes you waiver again, but no... time to go back to real life.\n\nYou drag yourself forward a bit and spend a few moments trying to rehydrate at the spring, before shakily getting to your feet. You look around for your clothes, eventually finding... some of them. Your t-shirt and jeans are both wet and stained with various substances, and overall smell heavily like dog... not that you mind in the least anymore. Your socks seem to be gone (figures), and your shoes have been chewed but are wearable. You find... scraps of your panties. Looks like more than one tug-of-war was had with them. Oh well, commando it is. You retrieve your bag and pull out your phone, wincing at the number of texts and missed calls, you glance around at the dogs... none seem inclined to start barking or rushing you... before unlocking it and hitting the callback button.\n\n<b>"WHERE ARE YOU?!"</b>\n\nYou wince and hold the cellphone away from your ear, before putting it back. "I'm on my way home. I know, I know, I'm sorry. I got caught up in marathoning a bunch of movies at the dollar theater and forgot I'd put my phone on silent. I'll be home in a few minutes."\n\n"... Fine. We'll talk about this then." And then the line goes silent. Hoo boy, yeah, you're gonna get it.\n\nYou stop at one of the sink-style water fountains to do your best to clean up your face and arms, then head out, glad to see the gates to the park are still open... that certainly would have been awkward. (Actually, you wonder if they ever close those things. You sort of have a new reason to know when "visiting hours" are.) Still, you can't waste time, and pick up the pace into a near-run. Not wanting to explain why your clothes are a mess and smell like various dog secretions, once you do get home you race through the entryway and up the stairs, calling out "GonnajumpintheshowerrealquickIfeelgrimyfromthetheater!"\n\n"Hey!" you can hear your mother call, right before you close and lock the bathroom door behind yourself. Whew. You let out a long breath, then tuck your bag aside and strip down, eyeing the clothes. Shrugging, you toss them in the shower before turning it on... you'll rinse 'em out, wring 'em out, and stuff 'em low in the hamper. Clothes that have obviously been soaked and left to dry in the hamper are easier to explain than clothes that smell like cum and piss. You step into the shower once the water's steaming, sighing half in relief and half in regret as the caked-on dirt and dog jizz starts turning to ooze and then liquid, washing off your skin.\n\nYou run your hands down your breasts, tweaking your still-hard nipples, then slide them down your belly. You hiss luxuriously at the stimulation of hot water and touch on the numerous scratches there... no belly tees for you for awhile, looks like. (Then again... ♥ ... mmf, no, let's not get carried away.) You slip one hand between your legs, then lean forward to brace the other on the wall as you slip two fingers into yourself and start pumping, moaning softly at the feel of all that dog cum starting to ooze out around them and mingle with the shower water.\n\nOnce you've gotten yourself off once or twice (okay, five times), you remember to actually wash off and rinse out your shirt and jeans, using a little bit of shampoo on them for good measure. Once you've stepped out of the shower and wrung them out over the drain, you give a sniff. Hm... very faint odor of dog, but probably only because you know it's there. Sighing at the loss, you drop them in the hamper and do a bit of a shuffle, mentally formulating an excuse if your mother gets suspicious enough to check for them and do a smell-check for more typical teenager illicit substances.\n\nKnowing you can't put it off any longer, you dry off and change into a pair of pajama pants and a tanktop. Pausing briefly to make sure the tanktop covers everything and won't reveal any of the scratches no matter how you twist or gyrate (you do find a few positions that have nip slips but oh well), you pad downstairs to the living room. Your mother, hearing you, clicks the TV off and stands, coming around the couch to meet you and folding her arms over her chest. Other than being taller, a bit hippier (and with a bigger butt), and with her hair cut in a more suitably professional style, the two of you could be sisters, and have once or twice been mistaken for such (with not everybody necessarily having been a flattering salesperson or waiter, even). \n\n"Well, explain yourself," she says, voice cold. "I've been worried sick."\n\n"Just you?" You wince as her eyes narrow. "No, no, I didn't mean to smart off, honest, I just wondered where Dad was."\n\n"Your father got subbed in as someone's replacement to a conference at the last minute, he'll be gone all week. Which means you can't go begging to him."\n\n"I wasn't-"\n\n"Fine. Enough. Just explain."\n\n<hr>\n[[Break down, admit the truth.|GGDog14x1]]\n\n[[Keep to the story.|GGDog1x5]]

"Hm, alright," you say after a moment, starting to slowly stroke your finger in and out of her ass again, making her squirm some more. "On a few conditions."\n\n"Okay," she whines, the strong-willed martial artist's hips twitching as you toy with her asshole.\n\n"First off, I want to hear you say it." Before she can ask what, you clarify, "Say 'Please, Eric, take me upstairs and rape me, I want you to rape me hard.'"\n\nShe obviously fights a battle in her head, one she loses the more you twist and thrust your fingers, until finally she whimpers before saying, "Please... Eric, take me... take me upstairs and rape me." She swallows hard, finishing in almost a whisper, "I want you to rape me hard."\n\n"Good girl." You smirk and pull your fingers out of her ass, instead giving it a hard slap that makes her yelp and jolt forward against the table. "Second, when we get up there, you're going to do everything I tell you to. If you tell me 'no' or try to resist, I'll drag you out into the street and fuck you there, then give everyone else who's passing by a turn too. Say 'Yes sir, I promise'."\n\nShe shivers hard, biting her lower lip and looking over her shoulder at you, before whispering, "Yes sir, I promise."\n\n"Alright. Lastly, stand up and strip down. You won't need clothes for the foreseeable future, may as well get rid of them now."\n\nTifa immediately opens her mouth as if to protest... then seems to realize that would probably count for making you take her to the street. She trembles a little as she stands up, then slips her suspenders off of her shoulders before pulling her already disarrayed top off, tits wobbling and swaying with her movements. She then undoes her skirt, pushing it and her disheveled panties down her thighs and letting them drop to the floor. She bends over, naked body on display, tits shaking beneath her as she undoes her boots and pushes out of them and her socks, finally standing up naked, shaking lightly in front of you in the middle of her bar.\n\n"Go put your panties on the outside doorknob," you order cheerfully. "That should be a nice little 'do not disturb' sign, don't you think?"\n\nShe bites her lower lip, but bends over and collects the white cotton garment, padding naked and obviously a little fearful to the door. She hesitates as she reaches out to the knob, then pulls it open, briefly flashing her bare body to the street outside before she tucks her panties onto the doorknob and closes it again.\n\n"Good pet. Okay, let's go upstairs." You gesture her to the stairs, watching her tits and ass jiggle as she moves to walk up ahead of you, smacking her butt as she passes and making her give a delightful little jump. You follow her up with her bare ass in your face, directing her to her own bedroom. You take a moment to divest yourself of your own outfit, before settling onto the edge of the bed, your long, thick cock jutting up from your lap. "Hm. Alright, pet," you say to the still lightly trembling Tifa. "Now I want you to-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-get on your knees and open your mouth."|FF7X]]\n\n[["-bend over the bed and spread your ass."|FF7X]]\n\n[["-lay across my lap."|FF7X]]

"Mm, seeing you showing yourself off like that made me decide to rape you," you murmur lowly, pausing just long enough to yank her shirt up and let her tits tumble free, then grabbing them both and kneading them even more firmly, making her cry out as your fingers sink into the yielding flesh a bit. "You were basically just begging for a cock in your cunt, so I'm gonna give it to you."\n\n"Eric, I wasn't, stop it," she replies, but there's the thread of a moan in her voice that robs it of being convincing. You smirk as you straighten up, taking your hands off her tits and instead hooking a thumb under her skirt, hauling it up and over her ass, then yanking her panties down about halfway over the curve of it. "W-wait!" she begs as you slip two fingers briefly into your mouth, then she cries out again as you push those two fingers into her ass. She bucks and squirms her hips as you slowly work your fingers in and out, more focused on letting her feel you inside her, violating her, than anything else.\n\n"I can see your pussy getting wet," you note smugly, since you can indeed see the white fabric hugging her cunt starting to grow damp, clinging to her folds. "So it's no use trying to deny it. After all with a body like you've got, you must have been really dying to get bent over and treated like a cocksleeve for awhile now, huh?"\n\n"N-no," she groans, then gasps and lifts her hips higher as you curl your fingers inside her ass.\n\n"Don't worry, slut, I'm definitely gonna give that pussy a good, hard fucking."\n\n"W-..." She swallows hard. "Wait, if... if you are, can't we at least... g-go upstairs? To my bedroom, instead of... right in the middle of everything?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, okay.|FF7X1x3]]\n\n[[No.|FF7X6x1]]

You're still not sure what it is driving you to help Dark Comedy... it's like his rant has planted some kind of seed inside your head, and a strange fascination and desire to stick around long enough to hear more is the plant that grew. You're not exactly going to get to hear what else he has to say if he's locked up, are you? that fascination whispers.\n\nSo you let tears fill your eyes and start streaking down your cheeks, your lower lip trembling as your whole body visibly shakes. "Oh God, oh please, mister, don't make him kill me," you sob out. "Please don't make him kill me, I don't wanna die!"\n\nThat definitely seems to give City Guard pause, his face showing absolute heartache. You can almost feel Dark Comedy turning his head to stare at you, too... you certainly weren't a crying mess a moment ago when he still pretty much had a gun to your head. But apparently he decides to roll with it, since he begins backing towards the open elevator. "You heard her, pretty boy. She wants to live. Tell him how much you wanna live, sweetheart."\n\n"I wanna live, I wanna live," you plead tearfully, taking jerky little steps back as you're pulled. "My mommy, my mommy would die if she heard about it, please, please!"\n\nCity Guard actually jerks his hand up a little as if he wanted to reach out for you, then clenches his fist and forces it down against his side. Little Joke skips ahead of Dark Comedy into the elevator, and the moment the black-clad criminal has dragged you inside the car, he calls, "Hit it, babe!" She slams her palm against a hastily-installed big red button stuck on above the elevator panel, and the doors slam closed. There's a rumble from below, and suddenly you feel yourself being yanked towards the floor as the elevator starts speeding upwards, a loud roaring sound briefly drowned out by the noise of an explosion from above. Between the various G-forces and the sheer shock of it all, you pass out.\n\nYou jerk to consciousness and sit up, looking around. You're in some sort of office... abandoned, by the looks of it, since there's thick dust on a number of things and all the furniture looks outdated. You're on a battered couch that looks like it's about 85% upholstered in duct tape. You notice a steady drone of... noise... from outside, and afraid but curious, you stand up and open the office door, stepping out.\n\nThis was probably once a factory floor, but everything's been cleared away. In fact the only things around right now are a couch, on which Dark Comedy and Little Joke are sitting, and a huge array of TVs, arranged in a wide semicircle, stacked together, stuck on columns or stacked furniture until they form a massive wall of televisions ranging from ancient CRT to brand new LED screens. Dark Comedy and Little Joke are both laughing uproariously, him actually slapping his knee, Little Joke slinging a massive vat of popcorn back and forth so that the kernels are flung about like confetti. \n\nAs you draw closer, looking at the screens, you notice that they're mainly two things... 24 hour news channels, and comedy programs. You spot sitcoms, standup comedians, big name star movies, as well as stories about riots, murders, and war crimes. The sound on all of the TVs is up so that it's all just one turbulent din of noise, laughtracks mingling with solemn voices reading off death tolls. You're not sure if the two supervillains are laughing at some of it, all of it, or just its existence... you can't even tell what they're looking at as they chortle and guffaw.\n\nIn a pause in his merriment, Dark Comedy glances over his shoulder and spots you. "Oh good, you're awake," he chirps. Since you've been spotted anyway, you walk around to the front of the couch to stand in front, both of them beaming at you. "Was afraid we'd accidentally pulped that wonderfully full of potential brain of yours. Here, have a seat," he says, scooting over so that there's a cushion between himself and Little Joke, then giving said cushion an exaggerated few pats. "We've got a lot to talk about."\n\nA little hesitantly, you move to sit down on the couch. Dark Comedy throws an arm around your shoulders, and Little Joke slips one around your middle, both of them scooting in against your side. Dark Comedy waves a hand grandly at the screens. "All of this is being broadcast right now. Not a VCR, DVD, DVR, URL or ROUS to be seen. People are watching these as we speak. Look, look, graphic images of the Gulmira Atrocity! Looky look!" He points at one screen as a somewhat grainy image of people stacking corpses can be seen. "Oop, they're going to commercial! Quick, change the channel!" He whips his hand to point at the next screen over. "See, now Joey's making a joke about sandwiches!" He giggles happily, then taps a fingertip repeatedly against the side of his head. "And people don't even think this is weird! Even the ones that complain, most of them are just trying to <i>look</i> deep! Everyone's already accepted that laughter and misery are both constant, they're just behind the curve on what that really means!"\n\n"But you give us hope, sugar," Little Joke coos, pinching your cheek affectionately as you turn your head to look at her. "Yer little teenage brain's got a better handle on it than most! If we can get through ta yas, maybe we're finally makin' progress showin' everyone what we're all about!"\n\n"You could really help us, kiddo," Dark Comedy says, grinning almost... affectionately? "Why, I've always wanted a daughter! And if you really get it, why... we'd love to welcome you to the family!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GrimHumorStart]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GigglesStart]]

"I was mostly just curious," you assure her, then blush as she giggles, apparently not entirely fooled. Instead she wraps one big, gloved hand around the lower part of your cock and starts stroking it, her other returning to toying with your oversized balls. You moan loudly, and are unable to resist the urge to bring your own hands up to start stroking and pumping the upper half of your cock, since there's plenty of it left even with what Elly's tending to. The spongy, slightly damp head of your prick wobbles around just above your chin, the occasional stroke from one or both of you enough to bump it against your lower lip. Giving into temptation, you slide your mouth over the tip of your own cock, moaning as you suck and lick at it, swirling your tongue around it and tease at the hole.\n\n"Oooo, aren't you an adorably kinky thing?" Elly chirps, and all you can do is moan in agreement around your cocktip. "Guess there's no reason not to pull out the playthings, then!" You wonder what she means, especially as she pulls her hand away from stroking your shaft, but you're too busy stroking and sucking yourself to really care at the moment. Then you hear a low buzzing noise and feel her lift your balls up, right before she starts sliding the long, smooth plastic vibrator up your ass. Your hips jerk and you give an 'mmf!' as a dribble of precum that's almost as much as most guys' full loads fills your mouth. You swallow it, of course, since otherwise you'd have to stop sucking, and it just feels <i>way</i> too good to do that.\n\nElly slides inch after inch of the cool, buzzing plastic up your previously virgin butt. Once she's got about ten inches inside you, she starts pumping it, slowly at first, moving only an inch or two in and out. But soon she's really fucking you with it, pumping at least half of the toy in and out of your ass with each stroke, the thick layer of lube making audible squelching noises that mingle with the buzzing. Your eyes roll up in your head just a bit as you start stroking your oversized prick faster, actually trying to stuff more of your cockhead into your mouth. But soon the intense sensations are too much, and your baseball bat-sized pecker throbs and shudders as it fires the first blast of your load into your mouth. It's almost forced down your throat, leaving you with no choice but to swallow, the second shot filling your mouth even as you're gulping down the first. Yanking your head back, you gasp as your cock continues firing, splattering thick gushes of white cream all over the wall and headboard. Elly stuffs the vibe up your ass nice and deep before grabbing your cock with both hands and pumping it, wringing more and more thick jizz out of you. Once the shots taper off even a little, it's still plenty to coat your face with your own seed as if you'd been bukkake'd on by a group of other guys.\n\nCoughing and blurbling, you lay on the bed twitching, your hair matted down with jizz, your face covered as if you were a glazed donut. Elly giggles again, snagging a towel off the bedside table and wiping your face off a bit, at least enough that you can open your eyes. "My my, you're quite the naughty thing. Sucking your own cock and cumming from a vibrator up your cute little butt." Sliding said vibrator out, she switches it off. "If you like it that much, I could always help you [[suck more of your own cock|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]. Or you could finally [[just fuck me|EllyElephant2x2]]."

You're not quite sure what possesses you to do it, but you find yourself shouting a warning to Dark Comedy just before the glass of the observation deck shatters. Incredibly he actually jerks forward, shielding you with his own body and wrapping his arms around you. Of course the next thing he does is shift an arm around your shoulders and yank you around to face towards the new arrival. You stare at the man hovering over the crowd of hostages, wearing a blue and gold bodysuit with a silver cape straming in the wind behind him, snapping one of the mooks' guns in half with his bare hands. The City Guard is definitely, definitely real, it seems.\n\n"Well well well, if it isn't Keyman," Dark Comedy says with a sneer, jerking you tighter against his front. "You twitch, Mr. Moneycape, and the only thing this observation deck will be observing is her brain."\n\n"Let her go, Dark Comedy," the hovering hero says with a dangerous calm, folding his arms over his chest.\n\n"Letting my hostage go would put me at a pretty big disadvantage, that's almost enough to make me laugh. Leave the humor to me, huh?" the villain snarls, shifting his grip on you just slightly, though you can feel it's not as tight as it was.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to go for Dark Comedy's gun.|FemPal3x1]]\n\n[[Try to give the City Guard an opening.|FemPalplaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to keep City Guard from doing anything.|FemPal2x4]]

Psh, there isn't even anybody here to hear you say it! Besides, even if someone's listening, probably the only difference is that if you read the name, the mummy jumps out of the sarcophogus to try and scare you, as opposed to waiting until the sarcophogus is open to jump and try to scare you. Whoopty-do.\n\nYou grab the edge of the lid and yank. Though it's surprisingly heavy, they do at least seem to have put hinges on it instead of just making it a big slab like the real things. It slowly swings open, revealing the inside of it to the torchlight.\n\nYour eyes open wide as you see the contents. It's definitely not a lame paper mache body wrapped in TP. Instead it's a fairly tall, and -extremely- well-endowed brown-skinned woman, her hair matching the style of the carvings, even the little dot of her beauty mark in the right place. Rather than being wrapped head-to-toe, she's instead got a handful of wrappings around her chest, slightly squishing her breasts together and just barely keeping her nipples covered. Another set of wrappings goes around her hips, forming an almost sort of skirt... or maybe just a really wide belt, but either way it just barely covers the essentials. You look her up and down, stunned that a park employee would look like that, but moreover that she'd consent to <i>dress</i> like that for the sake of an attraction.\n\nBut wait... is it really a park employee? She doesn't seem to be breathing, now that you look more closely. You reach out and poke her cheek... nothing. Emboldened, you try placing your hands on those barely-covered big brown boobs and giving them a squeeze. Though her skin feels real enough, and the firm-soft flesh yields under your fingers like the real thing (well, you assume), they're cool to the touch and there's not so much as a twitch of reaction from her. Hunh... maybe it's one of those "realdolls"? You always heard that those looked super creepy and a little less than real, though, but maybe Worldland can afford to spend a little more money or something.\n\nDoing a quick check around to make sure you're still by yourself, you tug the wrappings around her chest down. The massive breasts even jiggle and wobble as they're freed from the tightness, the loosened bandages falling to the floor at the bottom of the sarcophogus. You stare at the large, dark nipples, reaching out to run your fingers over the thick, stiff nubs at the end. Your cock has hardened to roughly the consistency of a steel pole in your jeans as you start kneading and squeezing the mummy's immense tits, your fingers practically sinking into them deep enough to disappear. Doing a much shorter and more perfunctory check, you even lean in to work your tongue over one puffy nipple, sucking it into your mouth. There's no rubbery or plastic taste, just the feel of a tit on your tongue! Amazing!\n\nNo longer caring if anyone's watching or might walk in on you, you wrap your arms around the mummy's middle and wrestle her out of the sarcophogus, trying to thump her down to the ground as gently as possible so that it doesn't break. (More worried that it losing its head would harsh your hardon than anything else, at the moment.) You yank and tear at the bandages around her hips until you can get them out of the way, too excited to even be amused by the short, dark fuzz shaved into the shape of an ankh. You wrestle with the front of your jeans, taking a moment to toss off your shirts when you find them getting in the way. Then you fumble out your stiff prick, pausing only to spit on your hand and rub it across your shaft before you shove it into the pussy of the unmoving "doll".\n\nYou groan as you sheath yourself inside her. It feels so good! Even if she is motionless and room temperature! You begin pumping your hips with abandon, propping yourself up with your hands so that you can watch the jiggle and wobble of those huge brown tits. But after a few moments you give in to temptation and flop down, burying your head between them and rubbing them around, feeling their motion against your cheeks. Man, even if you get caught and booted out now, this is totally worth it! Still, between your level of excitement and your knowledge that someone <i>could</i> walk in any time, you don't bother to hold back long. You soon bury your cock deep into the unresponsive pussy and blow your load, your whole body shuddering as you lay atop the beautiful prop.\n\nStill, you know you've definitely got one more in you. Doing a quick glance around and finding no horrified guests or angry security guards, you quickly pull out of the mummy and wriggle the rest of the way out of your jeans. Flopping her over onto her front, you grab her hips and lift her ass into the air, until she's propped up on her knees. Spreading her full asscheeks, you find she's anatomically correct in back as well, just as you'd come to expect by now. Shifting your position and pausing for another spit-lube, you shove into her ass and start pounding away, taking the opportunity to knead and squeeze those massive buttcheeks, as well as watching those huge tits press against the stone floor with every thrust.\n\nSoon though you're losing yourself in the pleasure, closing your eyes and focusing on holding out as long as possible, determined to make this one count. In fact you're so focused on holding back that you don't notice as the silky hole you're pounding into warms up around you, gradually turning hot, even gripping against you. You don't even notice as those wide, child-bearing hips begin working back against you, and only let out an insensate moan as there's an actual squeeze of the tight hole engulfing your dick. Your eyes don't actually snap open until you hear a voice directly in front of you.\n\n"Well you may not be big, dear, but I can't fault your boldness!"\n\nYou stare down at the mummy, who's now propped up partly on her hands and looking back over her shoulder at you, a smirk on her lips. Her eyes are open and very much full of life, amused and mocking at the same time. Before you can so much as yelp, she shoves herself backwards, knocking you onto your back and seating that big round ass right on your hips. Without rising she turns around, and you give a little yelp at the sensation that causes as her asshole moves on your cock. Now facing you, she rises onto the balls of her feet and braces her hands on her knees.\n\n"Since you've already started, let me just finish making use of you until it's time to apply my curse, hm?" Smirking, the now animated mummy begins slamming herself down on you hard, as if trying to drive you into the floor with her ass. You yelp and grab her hips, but there's nothing you can do, her strength is immense! Her tits bounce and jiggle wildly, almost ridiculously as she fucks herself on your cock, grinning wickedly the entire time. It's only a few thrusts before you're arching and shooting your load into her ass... but she doesn't even slow down, much less stop, just continuing to ride you as if she wanted to break you. The jizz you shot into her ass is soon joined by a second load, and even a third... it's like you can't stop or get soft now that she's on you, helpless as she rides you for all you're worth. Your spunk is churned inside her, spurting and oozing out as she plunges onto your cock again and again.\n\nFinally you're left exhausted, almost powerless to move as she apparently finishes with you, rising to stand and walking a few steps away. She slaps her ass a few times with both hands, causing some of your cum to spatter, more of it leaking down across her thick thighs. "Hm, not bad. You've got a youth of spirit that could definitely keep me entertained, even if your body isn't up to my usual standards." She turns back to you and gestures with a hand, and you find yourself pulled to your feet like a marionette on strings, drawn upright with your arms dangling limply at your sides. "Still, either way I have to curse you, since you released me without reading my name, even without the impudence of using my body as you liked. But I suppose <i>how</i> I curse you is still up to me. So what will it be, boy... will you at least apologize?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Grovel and plead for forgiveness.|HHHMummyplaceholder]]\n\n[[Apologize, but try to keep your dignity.|HHHMummy1x4]]\n\n[[Slightly apologetic, but flatter her.|HHHMummyplaceholder]]\n\n[[Refuse. There's no way you could have known, she wasn't even breathing!|HHHMummyplaceholder]]

You furiously wrack your brain, trying to think of anything you might have heard about the superhero shenanigans going on in Palladium City but written off as just ridiculous rumors. You think you might have actually heard of these two, and from what you can remember about Little Joke, she absolutely adores Dark Comedy... but she's also pretty unstable, jealous as hell, and prone to acting out. It's a terrible risk to try and manipulate someone like that, but you find you can't just sit tight and hope someone will come along and save you... you've got to <i>do</i> something.\n\n"Oh, um... I dunno if I should say, it's about... no, nevermind," you finish with a murmur, glancing purposefully away.\n\nLittle Joke blinks, then gives a little hop over to stand in front of you and the shocked-looking Molly. "Hey! C'mon, tell, tell, what gives?!" she yips, leaning down close.\n\n"It's just that... I don't know, I thought you and that Dark Comedy guy were like... a couple or something?" you say quietly.\n\n"Yeah, we are! My puddinpop is th' only one for me!" she responds dreamily, sighing dramatically and putting a hand to her painted cheek.\n\n"Oh. Um..." You lower your voice to a whisper, prompting her to lean in close. "Should he really be looking at the girl hostages like that, then?"\n\nLittle Joke blinks her black-painted eyes, then yanks her head up. By pure coincidence, at that very moment Dark Comedy is leering at a terrified-looking female hostage, giggling to himself at her fear. A look of pure fury crosses Little Joke's face, and she yanks herself back up into a standing position, leveling her hand cannon at her partner. "Ya bastard!"\n\n"Eh?" Dark Comedy looks up at her, then sighs heavily. "Oh brother, not again."\n\nThe sound of the massive handgun going off thunders through the entire observation deck. The huge bullets that don't tear into Dark Comedy strike the window behind him, spiderwebbing it until his body slams against the pane. The next two impacts of bullets into his chest shatter the safety glass completely and send him tumbling down and out of sight.\n\n"Hmph! That'll show 'im!" Little Joke huffs. Then she beams at you. "I like ya, kiddo, ya watched out for me! I think we're gonna be great pals!" With that she grabs you and slings you over her shoulder, both you and Molly giving yelps of surprise before Little Joke leaps right out of the broken window.\n\nWell, <i>that</i> backfired.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|FemPalladium8x2]]

"Sure, whatever gets us the hell out of here faster," you agree with a small shudder, glancing around at the creepy, abandoned base. In a weird way it'd actually be creepier if there was gore or blood splatters, but this... where did everyone <i>go</i>?\n\n"Alright, you two head down, I'll come catch up to you once I've finished sweeping all the rooms here."\n\nYou and Veronka nod, turning to head down the stairs surrounded by your little pools of light. You're not particularly surprised when she doesn't so much as glance at you before continuing further down to the office level... you'll miss the light from her harness more than you will her snotty attitude. Psh, cats. Hefting your rifle up to your shoulder, you make sure to keep on the alert as you head towards the medbay. Doesn't creepy shit always go down in medical areas in sci-fi stuff? Well, either that or you'll just find a cache of medgel or something.\n\nThe medbay is mostly dark, and just as trashed as everything you saw upstairs. Some of the equipment is still in place and mostly just dented up, by dint of being bolted to the floor or just too solid to really smash properly. The floor is scattered with papers, smashed metal and glass, and torn bits of cloth. There's a soft, steady, slow dripping noise from a cabinet that's been smashed by something big, bent and twisted and leaking some sort of brownish liquid from one part into a puddle on the floor.\n\nYou like your lips a little in nervousness, starting to feel steadily more jumpy. There's hardly any light in here other than the light you brought with you, and you definitely remember all you've been told about going into dark areas. Still, you were told to check the whole medbay... and the sooner you do it, hopefully the sooner all of you can get out of here. Taking a deep breath, you firm up your rifle's firing position a little and step into the back area, which you remember from your first visit and the orientation that it involved contains a recovery and storage area. \n\nMost of the beds here have been torn apart or flung around against the walls, forming a rattled, disheveled topography of their own that gives vague hints as to the paths and motions of the Fiend or Fiends that came through. Somehow the acoustics of the medbay make the dripping noise from the next room seem to be from both far away and echoing all around you... plip. Plip. Plip. It's like you're in a cave or something, with the only light fading rapidly as the remaining unshattered panels above obviously gradually lose power, dimming slightly with every passing second. Every time you've been in the medbay at ho-... at the rally bunker, there's always been the sounds of the machines working or idling, beeping and chirping as people typed. Here it's just quiet, too quiet, except for that plip. Plip. Plip.\n\nYour heart's thudding in your chest, almost loud enough to make up for some of the silence as you step over towards the row of solid, built-into-the-wall metal storage lockers, most of their doors smashed in or ripped open. As you approach the end of them, you decide the easiest way to check if there's anyone in there is to just knock. You'll rap on it with your knuckles, then bolt for the stairs, fuck it if it's not the bravest thing in the world. You slowly raise your hand, fingers curling as you bring it in towards the door.\n\n<b>BANG! BANG!</b>\n\nThe door suddenly shakes hard, as something from the inside strikes against it.\n\n<hr>\n[[AAAAAAHOLYSHITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!|GGOri]]\n\n[["... Who's there?!"|GGOri3x2]]

You're actually too shocked to scream at first when you begin plummeting down the side of the building, still held to the latex-clad villainess' shoulder. Then everything lurches and you go swinging in an arc instead, watching the city sway crazily by underneath you. That's when you decide that you'd rather enjoy passing out.\n\nYou come to an unknown amount of time later to the feeling of a hand repeatedly patting your cheek. You open your eyes to the sight of Little Joke drawing her hand back, apparently having already given you the cute little slaps and then preparing for the big silly one to follow. "Whoa, hey!"\n\n"Awww." Pouting just a bit, the painted-up woman drops her hand. "Ya ruined it."\n\nHuffing, you glance around. You seem to be in some sort of warehouse, laying on the floor. The very cold concrete floor. It's very cold because apparently, you've been relieved of your clothes. You scramble back a little and look at your kidnapper, cheeks aflame.\n\n"Hey, hey, don't gimme that look, I wouldn't do nothin' to anotha goil!" she protests, putting her fists to her hips. Then she pauses, and adds, "'Leastaways while she was unconscious." Then she grins brightly. "But now ya's awake an' we can get started!"\n\n"Uh, get started with...?" Your brain suggests an answer to that, and you're not sure whether to be extremely disturbed or maybe just a tiny bit turned-on.\n\n"I'm fed up with puddin'pop!" Little Joke huffs, stomping a foot and making the bells on her boots jingle. "Always gettin' involved with otha goils, or ignorin' my needs, or insultin' my jokes! Oh, an' th' shootin' me in th' face occasionally, don't much like that either," she adds, apparently as an afterthought. Then she brightens again. "But yer alright, doll! That's why yer gonna be m'new partner!"\n\n"Uh... I don't think-" you start.\n\n"Oh, I know, I know, yer just a normal gal, ain't much t'go up against some of the costumed goody-two-shoes dat's all ovah d'place dese days! That's why I got these! Tada~!" she chirps, bringing her gloved hands together and then twisting them, fanning out a set of syringes filled with glowing, very colorful fluid. You have to admit that's a pretty good magic trick, since her sleeves are so tight you're surprised she can move her arms in them, let alone hide anything there. "Puddin'pop an' I stole 'em from a lab awhiles back! He was gonna mess aroun' with 'em ta make somethin' ta dump in th' water supply, but got bored when he jus' kep' makin' superpowered mooks. Sure was a lotta concrete ta pour," she adds with a mournful sigh, briefly hanging her head, even her ponytails drooping.\n\nOf course she almost instantly perks back up again, ponytails giving a little bob. "Anywayses, I figure ya take one of these, an' there'll be no stoppin' th' two of us! Bad girls, takin' on th' town, paintin' it any color y'please!" She pauses, and glances down at the syringes. "Ain't too sure what any of these do in particular, so I guess ya just pick whatever color y'please, come ta think of it."\n\nYou stare at her. Somehow you don't think explaining that you have no interest in being a supervillain would mean she'd just let you walk on out of here... the thought that you wouldn't want to be her new partner in crime apparently just doesn't compute. So what do you do? Run away? Try to fight her off? Just pick one of the syringes and hope you survive whatever it does to you? After all, if it <i>does</i> give you superpowers, you could just fight Little Joke off and run away, then get some good mad scientist (they make those, right?) to cure you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fight.|FemPalplaceholder]]\n\n[[Flee.|FemPalplaceholder]]\n\n[[Glowing green syringe.|FemPalplaceholder]]\n\n[[Glowing purple syringe.|FemPalplaceholder]]\n\n[[Glowing... grey? syringe.|FemPalplaceholder]]

"Wait, so you're saying that you fell and hit your head and knocked yourself unconscious, and that's why you don't remember getting in the locker, right?" you ask her, frowning.\n\n"Yes, that seems to be the explanation," she agrees with a delicate nod.\n\n"But if you knocked yourself out, how did you crawl into the locker? You said yourself that it was chaos in here," you note with a glance around. "That everyone was going for their guns or trying to get away. The only other way that you could have gotten into that locker was if one of your coworkers put you there, and it doesn't sound like they would have had a chance, sorry to say."\n\n"I..." Lymiel is looking steadily more distressed... not like she's hiding answers from you, more like it's bothering her how she can't find any. "I suppose I could have been partially conscious, but the head injury simply made me forget..."\n\n"I mean I'm not the doctor here, but shouldn't you still have some vague memories of getting in the locker, especially when you search for them?" you prompt. "Just having them suddenly cut off and then start again, that's a lot more stark right?"\n\n"... Yes, the rather convenient amount of missing time is, admittedly, very troubling," Lymiel agrees quietly, squirming in place and looking at you in worry.\n\nYou look her up and down slowly. A thought's percolating in your head... one you don't really like. But you've seen enough Aliens movies to make certain connections between missing time and... things happening. "Doc... do you remember your tights being ripped before you passed out?"\n\nLymiel blinks, looking down at herself in surprise. She glances at you, worry stealing more prominently over her face, before she looks back down and slowly raises up the front of her skirt. The tights are more shredded between her legs, and the trailing scraps of her panties dangle to either side of a hairless, slightly glistening pink pussy. "... O-oh. Oh my. I..." She looks up at you and swallows hard, her voice faint as she says, "Would you mind very much if I did a quick check to see if any of the diagnostic scanners survived?"\n\n"I think that's a good idea and we should hurry, yeah," you agree, feeling your face cool as you pale, gesturing her ahead of you into the other room.\n\nWhile you stand guard with your rifle, Lymiel quickly searches through the damaged equipment until she finds a small device that looks vaguely like a digital video camera. Folding out the screen and turning it so she can see, she waves it at her midsection, then makes a choked noise at the results. "I'm... reading the presence of Fiend cells inside of me. They... do in fact seem to be densely concentrated in my womb, and growing."\n\n"They... can do that?" you ask faintly.\n\n"No. ... But maybe yes." Lymiel looks over at you, tension around her eyes, but actually seeming vaguely fascinated at the same time. "This is actually what I took this assignment to study. Not... this specifically, but a biological theory I had. 'Foreign Variable-Induced Rapid Evolution'."\n\n"..." You stare at her for a moment, then blink. "The Fiends didn't change for a million years... until we showed up and started killing them."\n\n"You're very astute. Yes... the theories on Fiend biology and rumors about their behavior made them the perfect creatures to observe in hopes they might prove my theory that a species can experience an extremely rapid evolutionary process when exposed to a sufficiently alien variable." She raises a hand and rubs her face. "I didn't quite expect it to go to the level of symbiosis so fast... or for my body to become a testbed for this theory."\n\n"... So what can we do?" you ask quietly.\n\n"Well!" Lymiel takes a deep breath and huffs it out. "As fascinating as it might be to observe the results, it would be scientifically unethical to subject a sentient being to the potential hazards of interspecies reproduction or parasitism! Especially since that sentient is me," she says with a wan, rueful grin. She considers, then mms. "Adrenamethylax. It's a chemical that was developed for military use... it causes a temporary heightening of energy and promotes healthy cellular growth, and as a side effect it also purges foreign toxins from the body. I'm well aware of all its various side effects... but both its primary and side effects are precisely what would likely allow me to purge this, ah... infection... from my body."\n\n"Is there any in here?" you ask, glancing around.\n\n"Unfortunately, it was all in there," Lymiel answers, pointing at the smashed cabinet that's dripping onto the floor. "From the color of that fluid, it looks like both of the large containers of AML have been shattered." She pauses, frowning thoughtfully, then brightens a little. "The offices below! The officers are allowed to keep injectors of AML on hand for when their duty shifts keep them awake for long after their species' recommended functioning time. There should be enough in one or two offices for me to acquire the dosage I need."\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's go down there, then!|GGOri]]\n\n[[It's too risky.|GGOri]]

You jump back from the locker, eyes wide and body shaking a little in reaction to the sudden start. But you manage to blurt out a "Who's there?!", trying not to feel too bad about how shaky your voice is.\n\n"H-help," comes a soft, muffled voice back. "I can't... get the door open!"\n\nYou swallow hard, finger tightening at that pure horror story phrase... then curse at yourself a little. This isn't that kind of monster movie! ... Or a movie at all! Fiends don't talk! You lower your rifle... then, just to be sure, switch to your pistol, holding it with one hand as you work at the latch of the locker with the other. Even after getting the handle moved into the 'open' position, it takes a few good yanks before you can get it open. There's a soft yelp as a woman half-falls out of the locker, barely catching herself on her hands... she's got long, thoroughly messy blonde hair, pointed ears, and is wearing a lab coat, black shirt, miniskirt, and torn-up tights. She blinks slightly glazed green eyes at you, the fall of her hair showing off pointed ears. "O-oh... are you... are you from Thirty-Six? Did you come to help?"\n\n"Um, yeah." Holy crap you've rescued an elf. "I'm Cyan, I'm with the team sent out here to check the bunker."\n\n"I'm Doctor Brightsky... um, well, I suppose in the circumstances, just 'Lymiel' is okay." She gets uncertainly to her feet, staggering a little when she's almost there, but enough that you reach out a hand to steady her. "Oh... oh thank you... I don't seem to be quite... all together. I think I may have a concussion."\n\n"Is it serious?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"Not enough to try and treat it here. Oh my, I doubt that I could," she adds, with a glance around at the ruined area. "Since I don't think the bay outside is in any better shape, is it?" At your rueful headshake, she nods. "All of a sudden there were Fiends everywhere. It was chaos as people grabbed for weapons or tried to hide and the creatures went berserk. I was trying to get away, and then I think I fell and hit my head, because I don't really remember what happened next." She frowns thoughtfully, her pointed ears wiggling twice. "When I woke up I was terrified because it was dark, and then I realized I was in a storage locker. For awhile I just lay there terrified, but then finally I wanted to try to get out, so I started kicking the door. And then you let me out."\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's get out of here, then.|GGOri6x1]]\n\n[[Wait, something doesn't add up.|GGOri3x3]]

Rich people have tons of valuable stuff, right? And you've gotta figure that as rich as some of them are, there's still probably fewer security measures and armed guards in any given house of theirs than in a high-end museum or corporate facility. Using your new tablet with its unlimited high-speed internet (which is actually unlimited and actually high speed, thanks supervillainy), you start looking up potential targets.\n\nThe one you finally settle on is Michael Guyer... a French industrialist who married an American model and moved to Palladium City as it really started its transition into a cutting edge metropolis, to have two kids who are both about your age, a boy and a girl. Both the wife and daughter tend to wear a lot of expensive-looking jewelry so you know at the very least there's that, but there are also some rumors online that Guyer doesn't really trust banks too much, so he might be keeping a ton of money right there in the house. That settles it for you, and soon you're staking out the lavish mansion with its sprawling grounds, using the binocular function of your mask to peer in from your hiding place in various trees and get a sense of the place.\n\nIronically enough, the place is the most vulnerable when the majority of the family is home... while Guyer often hosts visitors and business associates there during the day, apparently necessitating extra guards and an active security system over every part of the house he's not in at the moment (as well as active monitoring), not long after his kids get home from school and the wife gets home from her various activities (charity work or shopping all day, depending on her mood, apparently), most of the guards are sent home and the security is lessened to make the family's movements through the house less of a hassle. By midnight, the grounds are only patrolled by a couple of dogs (hsssss!), there's no one actively watching the cameras, and security measures are down to a handful of laser tripwires, pressure plates, and door/window sensors. It's perfect!\n\nJust to maximize your potential for success, you decide to wait for a night when Guyer himself isn't home... not a long wait, he often spends the night with his not-terribly-secret mistress. (Who, just your personal opinion, is not even nearly as hot as his wife. You wonder if he just feels obligated to cheat on her, like it's a French thing or something?) Everyone's been asleep for awhile by the time you clamber over the gate in a blind spot of the sensors and go scampering silently across the darkened grounds, in a nice long empty space of the dogs' wandering around. (Hssss! Ha, stupids.) Now, in your investigations, you saw that every door and window in the house has a security hookup that will set off the alarm if it's opened at the current setting... all except one. The big, elaborate, antique doors from some French castle owned by some beheaded French aristocrat that lead from a garden atrium into the house. Apparently they were not to be 'desecrated' by attaching alarms to them, so they're just a nice, big gaping hole in the external security for you to penetrate right through. Heh. There are some laser tripwires and pressure points in the hallway beside, but between your mask's sensors and your feline agility, you're able to avoid them with ease.\n\nAfter that it's a simple matter of being quiet and avoiding any other similar traps as you make your way through the house. During your casing, you learned that Guyer is pretty paranoid alright... while he does have one big safe in his office where he keeps his very most valuable stuff, apparently he feels that distribution is the way to go about things... instead of keeping everything in that safe, he has a lot of little safes hidden throughout the house, each containing a few stacks of money and occasionally other valuables. Of course that just means that wherever you go in the house, you're rarely more than ten feet away from a safe to quickly hack into and empty out... heck, with this system, it might be awhile before he even notices he's been burgled, heheh! Combinations are easy enough, the mask can pick up heat signatures and trace oils to tell which numbers were hit and how often, allowing you to easily guess the codes. The more complicated digital locks require a bit of hacking, but with your superphone that's still pretty easy. When you find a few that have thumbprint scanners in addition you almost give up on them right away, until you decide to take the challenge. Hacking into the little computer on the lock determines some information it would obviously need to function... the thumbprint scan. Then you just have your smartsuit recreate the pattern on your own thumb, do your combination-guessing trick, and bam! Smirking, you dump the small bags of gems and what look like company correspondence into your backpack along with the cash and jewelry you've already got. Oh yeah, you've got a talent for this!\n\nHaving emptied out a dozen or so of the mini-safes, you stop and consider. Hm, these are good scores, but each one does take some time... maybe you ought to finish off your evening with some 'out in the open' stuff. To do that where most of the valuables are, you'll have to go into an occupied bedroom, but you're reasonably certain that you can do that without waking its occupant. Let's see, there's the [[master bedroom|Palladium7x1]], where Guyer's model wife Lianna is asleep in her luxurious bed... lots of jewelry, more cash, and probably other assorted valuables in there. Or there's his [[daughter Marie's room|PalCat]], probably also plenty of jewelry but also some high-end electronics. Or his [[son Jean's room|Palladium6x6]], not much on the jewelry but even more electronics and probably some ritzy collectibles you could sell fairly untraceably. \n\nOr... or, you could try [[Guyer's office|PalCat]]. Where the <i>big</i> safe is! That would certainly prove your chops to whoever your mysterious benefactor is, making sure they don't try to throw you away as some expendable asset when the time comes.

Soooo basically this is your supervillain origin story? Where you take all this great gear and then go around robbing people until some other, bigger supervillain shows up and goes 'Mua-ha-haaaa! Now you will break into the base of the Ultrapals and steal Mega Lord's secret weakness for me!' and you're all 'Oh noooo my debts have come home to roost!'? ... Yeah you're fine with that, that totally works for you. Even if you get screwed over with the debt later, you'd rather be a cool, rich supervillain for like six months than a homeless kid for years. "Okay, cool, I'll get outfitted then," you agree, giving Dr. Life a thumbs up, your tail settling into more content back-and-forth flicking.\n\n"Excellent. Right this way, then," Dr. Life acknowledges, beckoning you and leading you back into the hall. The room she takes you to is smaller and a bit comfier, looking more like a locker room than a testing area. Probably the benches and lockers. She presses her hand to one of the lockers and then swings the door open, removing a sleek, firm black backpack. "This contains all of your gear, as well as a tablet with instructions on how to use it. The main component, of course, being this," she continues, opening the top flap (which is actually more of a door, since it's firm and swings up), and pulling out a black choker.\n\n"... A collar? Seriously?" you mutter, your ears laying down flat.\n\n"A collar that deploys a nano-assembled smart suit," Dr. Life explains, handing to you and waiting until you've fastened it on yourself. "Just try to think of the suit going on, and it will."\n\nOoo, shiny, they're actually giving you the <i>really</i> neat stuff right out of the bag! Of course if you were thinking about the future at all you'd just realize this is no doubt going to put you waaay deeper in some villain's debt that you originally thought, but who cares, thought-activated supersuit! You do your best to think 'Suit on!', and then give a soft nyeep as you can feel a sort of ticklish, slick sensation spreading down from the collar. It's like thousands of tiny grey-rimmed black hexagons are flipping into place, incidentally shredding the thin material of the scrubs-like clothes you're wearing as they go. In a matter of seconds you're clothed neck-to-toe in the stuff, with it having formed boots at your feet and gloves over your hands. It completely outlines your trim, sleekly-muscled body... as well as making a rather obvious and round bulge at the crotch, which makes you blush. Experimentally you rub at your arm... the surface of the suit isn't quite slick and it isn't quite tacky, it's more of a firm surface sensation with a bit of squish going down. Hm.\n\n"You can remove it just as easily, though as you've seen it will tend to shred anything that's too close up against your skin when it goes on... in such a case you'll obviously be naked when you take it off. Now, the rest of your gear is, as said, in this backpack, the locker has a wallet with a bit of money and a fake ID that will adjust itself to your appearance, I wish you luck and someone will see you out once you're dressed."\n\nAnd... that's that. Wearing a T-shirt, shoes, and sneakers, you're blindfolded and dropped off on a corner to begin your new life as... the <b>Cat</b> Burglar! ... No that's awful. Catboy! ... Look you'll work on it. ... Actually that's a good point, you're standing around with your cat ears and tail out. A hasty rummage through the backpack finds an odd sort of sleeve-shaped thing that, when slid over your tail, snugs close to fit it and then effectively makes it vanish. Hm... you can still feel it, so obviously it's still there, it must just be cloaked or whatever. As for your ears... well, a five finger discount of a black knit cap from the sidewalk clearance bin of a store you pass takes care of hiding those. (You're surprised those aren't empty by the end of the day anyway, is the fact that it's so easy to steal from them what keeps people from stealing from them?) Suitably disguised as a normal teenage boy instead of the coolest teenage catboy ever, you use your new fake ID to rent a cheap hotel room and then settle down to study.\n\nThere's some pretty cool stuff in here, turns out. Most of it's built into the suit, like the fact that the hands and footsoles can become more tacky and, combined with your enhanced agility, effectively let you climb walls. It's also designed to blend you with shadows, meaning that the darker it is the closer to invisible you are. There's also a mask whose lenses can interact with your already enhanced vision to do things like display heat signatures and otherwise invisible lasers. Your new cell phone (which has a note saying never to be too far away from it, apparently that's how your and Dr. Life's mysteeeerious benefactor will get in touch with you when it's time to repay your debt) also has hacking tools in it that you can use. Man they really were waiting for the perfect catburglar to come along, huh? Little weird but whatever, it's still super cool. Really all you need is to snaz up your outfit a little, just a bodysuit and mask is a tad lame. After a bit of consideration you find a plain black leather jacket that's loose enough not to get shredded when you put the suit on but not so baggy that it will hamper you while doing thief-y stuff. Yeah, now that's some style! Okay you're good to be a villain now.\n\nHm. Okay so you're all set up to be an awesome thief or burglar or whatever, the question is... what to steal? Or rather, where to break into.\n\n<hr>\n[[A rich person's house.|Palladium6x5]]\n\n[[A museum.|Palladium8x1]]\n\n[[A company headquarters.|PalCat]]

Yeah, probably better to focus on the stuff that you can take to a pawn shop on the bad part of town and still get paid a relatively fair price for, if you're reduced to that. Your recon already identified which bedroom it is, so you sneak up the stairs and down the hall to it, carefully easing open the door and sliding in after taking a quick peek. It's about what you'd expect from a normal teenage guy's room, just a lot bigger and fancier. You can see Jean himself in the bed, flopped facedown on the pillow and not quite snoring into it, wearing a pair of pajama pants and only lightly covered by a sheet. As you go around the room dumping various high-priced looking things in your backpack, you look at the various pictures of him in ritzy vacation spots with his family, or at mostly more local resorts with his very hot girlfriend. You pick up one of said photos, looking at her all tan and blonde and perfect body, then at him, not really all that different-looking than you, and then over at the large display case full of anime girl statuettes. You pull a face, setting the picture back down face-down. 'Yeah I bet if my dad was worth a two billion dollars I could have both plastic waifus and a girlfriend too,' you think a little sourly.\n\nYou pause though as you arrive at his desk, and instead take a long look over towards the bed. ... Hm... a kind of wicked idea has begun to form... you're not entirely sure where it came from, other than maybe the thrill of power that sneaking around undetected helping yourself to all these valuables has given you, but you find yourself torn between enacting said idea, and just getting the last obvious valuable and getting out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Help yourself to Jean's laptop.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Help yourself to Jean's ass.|Palladium]]

Hey, honestly, it doesn't sound like that bad of a deal. Besides, could someone that hot really be evil? Naaah, surely it's fine! You stand up from your position and move forward, adding in a call of, "Yeah, sure, I'll come."\n\nThe woman in gold looks over, her green eyes lighting up a bit at the sight of you. Huh, that's a little bit of an ego boost. She seems even more pleased when your endorsement apparently leads to a number of the other kids coming forward, looking much less hesitant about it. While you're new, it's well-known Kelly tends to pay you a fair bit of attention, so you've got a bit of proximity influence. "Excellent, excellent," she coos, watching as the small crowd in front of her increases. "Absolutely wonderful. Why don't all of you follow me downstairs to the bus, and we'll get you taken care of?"\n\nIt is indeed a fairly large, shiny-looking bus... it looks enough like the standard city buses that it could probably pass as one, but the inside has nicer seats, and there are snacks and cans of soda set out. That certainly occupies everyone's attention and handily prevents any cold feet until long after the bus has arrived at its destination... hm, are you inside now? You think that the bus might have gone into an underground garage at some point, but admittedly you were distracted by chocolate cupcakes. The driver (one of the not-wearing-a-suit suits) pulls to a stop, opening the door, a woman in the same totally-not-a-uniform uniform directing you towards a short hallway jutting from the concrete wall. "Boys to the right, girls to the left! Boys to the right, girls to the left! Clothes go in the laundry bin, possessions you wanna keep in the small bins, shower and then pick up a shirt and pants from the stack before you proceed to the next room! Boys to the right, girls to the-"\n\nHer voice fades as you round the corner of the right hand hallway and discover a locker room type area, lined with shower cubicles. They have doors, at least, which helps to minimize the embarrassment of stripping down around at least a half dozen other guys your age. Following high school protocol of just trying to act like the other teenage boys stripping naked and walking around with their dicks out aren't even there, you peel out of your clothes and toss them in the laundry bin. You don't really have anything worth keeping, so you just head into one of the shower stalls, using the wall-mounted dispenser to lather up and clean yourself off. Snagging a towel from beside it and drying off inside the stall, you then head over to the table where there's a stack of grey scrubs-like garments, the only difference being that the tops open up in front and fasten with little clips. You seem to have taken a bit longer than the others, and are actually by yourself now as you step through the only other door in the room.\n\nYou're a little surprised that the black-haired woman in gold is waiting for you right beyond the door, standing in the hospital-like hallway looking like something off the side of an old van mural. Admittedly, up close she's way more intense... maybe even intoxicating... than seeing her from even ten feet away like before. She smells fantastic... you're not sure like what, it's not like any kind of herbal or flowery or fruity scent you can nail down, it's something weirdly heavy and sweet and yet odorless at the same time... plus man, those tits, and they're basically right at your head level! "Hello... Eric, isn't it?" she asks, eyes twinkling.\n\n"Uh... yeah, how'd you-"\n\n"We did a quick lookup while you were on the bus. Don't worry, we've no plans of 'ratting you out'. In case you didn't hear earlier, I'm Dr. Life, and this is my facility. I actually saw you when I was having that warehouse scouted earlier, and you seemed like just what I was looking for. Well... I won't bore you with a lot of details," she continues, flicking a hand in the air. "Just that you have a high probability of having certain genetic traits that are very valuable to me. Ah, my research, that is. So you're going to get a bit of VIP treatment as it were!"\n\n"Ah... yeah?" you ask, unable to help feeling a little dubious. This is starting to sound really weird.\n\n"I've already sorted most of your friends into groups, but I thought instead you might like to pick your assignment." She proffers you a tablet with a list of what are apparently her needs for... well, experiment subjects. "I'd like you to pick what sounds good to you, rather than being sorted at random or just having me choose for you."\n\nThat makes you feel a little better at least. I mean, if you get to pick where you go instead of her just strapping you to a table or whatever, it can't be all bad, can it? You accept the tablet, looking over the list.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fauna Augmentation.|Palladium6x2]]\n\n[[Behavioral Studies.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Trait Enhancement.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Assistant.|Palladium]]

Really, what's the worst that could happen if you choose cat? You wind up looking like Emma Watson did in that one Harry Potter movie? ... Hopefully not <i>exactly</i> like that, but still, you could probably live with that. You pick up the small vial with the silhouette of a housecat on it and slide it into the injector gun until a small green light comes on. Then, as instructed, you press it to the inside of your wrist and pull the trigger.\n\nIt's true, there's no pinching or piercing or any of that, just a weird heat and sensation almost like pins and needles from a numb limb waking up. The sensation spreads but becomes less intense as it does, until it sort of fades away, and you're left standing there, wondering if anything's actually going to happen as you set the injector down and look at your hands.\n\nYou... do start to feel a bit strange all over. There's a few muscle twitches that make you really nervous. And then briefly it's like everything tenses, making you lurch forward and brace your hands on the table. Your back arches as it feels like all your muscles squeeze at once, a brief cramp-like feeling starting at the top of your head with two strange popping sensations, and passing all the way down your back, weirdly extending longer than it seems like it should as well as passing down your legs. But it passes quickly, and you slowly straighten up, feeling an odd twitching sensation... then noticing movement. You turn your head, then stare at the black feline tail flicking about.\n\nQuick check... yup, it's yours, attached in the expected place above your butt. That twitching feeling turns out to be a pair of cat ears atop your head, in addition to your normal ones. But a quick patdown shows that those are the only changes, pretty much... well, you might be a bit more firm here and there, and you maybe got some, er, enhancement in some places. Just a bit.\n\nAfter a few more seconds the door slides open and Dr. Life walks in, frowning as she consults a tablet in her hands. "Getting data back now... enhanced eyesight, hearing, sense of smell, sense of balance... muscle mass optimized for agility but with some enhancement to strength... projected significant increases to stamina and skill at stealth, some enhanced regenerative properties, likely slower aging..." She trails off, then lets out a soft sigh.\n\n"Er, what? What's wrong?" Your ears perk up, your tail lashing nervously, which is a bit distracting all on its own. "That all sounds good, right? What's the matter?"\n\n"... It's just..." She raises the tablet up, tapping a corner of it lightly against her cheek as she looks you up and down. "It's just not very <i>exciting</i>, is it?"\n\n"... Eh?" You blink at her.\n\n"I mean the cat ears and tail are very cute and certainly a bonus, and I'm guessing the reshaping of your muscles means you'll be a slender little pretty boy permanently which is also nice, but... well, it's just a very standard augment. No really strange abilities, no wild shifts... this is a perfectly adequate augmentation procedure I could use reliably and repeatedly at need." At that she lets out another soft sigh, shaking her head a little.\n\n"Sorry to... be so boring?" you reply, frowning.\n\n"You're forgiven," she says breezily, bringing the tablet back down and tapping at it. "It is still valuable data after all, even if it's a bit dull. And as you observed your abilities are very useful. You'd make a wonderful, and pardon the on-the-nose reference, cat burglar. In fact an associate of mine who's assisting with the funding for all of this has specifically said that if I create someone of your abilities, I'm to outfit them and send them out in the world to practice doing just that."\n\n"Wait, wait, outfit me?" You tilt your head, ears flicking again. "Like a costume?"\n\n"Among other things. It's a fairly high-tech suite of gear, I'm sure you'll find it highly useful in enriching yourself." Dr. Life flashes you a knowing smile. "Of course in return my associate will likely have a request of you at some point, some job or another to do. A favor in return for getting you off the ground."\n\n<hr>\n[[Works for you!|Palladium6x4]]\n\n[[That's shady as fuck, no thanks.|PalCat]]\n\n[[Aw, can't you just stay here?|PalCat]]

"Ah, what's... 'Fauna Enhancement'?" you ask, glancing up from the tablet.\n\n"It's a genetic treatment where we're attempting to blend traits of certain animals with human DNA. For the obvious reasons of enhanced senses and muscle efficiency, but we've also discovered that some genomes have quite surprising results when mixed with the human genome." She smiles at you again, reaching out to pluck the tablet from your hands. "I actually think that would be the perfect experiment for you. If it sounds interesting, why don't you go ahead and come this way?"\n\n"Uh." You hadn't actually made a decision... or at least you thought you hadn't, but she's guiding you along by a hand on your back so maybe you have. "Is it safe?"\n\n"Oh, quite, quite, no worries there. While we're still experimenting with different strains of animal, the <i>process</i> itself is quite refined. We have several species with which it's been proven to act predictably and normally, and in fact most of the staff I employ have undergone those for the various health benefits and assistance in doing their jobs. Here we go," she continues, gesturing to an open doorway. The interior is a plain white room, with a thin one way mirror on each side and a table in the center. "Ahaha, I know it might seem a little intimidating, but it's fine!" Dr. Life assures you when you give her an uncertain look. "It's just to help prevent outside contaminants, please go on inside."\n\nStill not entirely sure about this, you nevertheless pad barefoot into the room and towards the table. You give a little jump when the door slides closed behind you, but only hesitate briefly before continuing your approach. There are rows of vials in plastic holders, each of them with a small icon of an animal on the label rather than text... geez, was she expecting someone to be illiterate? (... Hunh, actually that's probably not entirely wrong, some of the teens at the warehouse had been on the street a long time.) Sitting on the center of the table in front of the holders is a small silvery injection gun.\n\n"Just load a vial in, press the barrel to your wrist, and pull the trigger," Dr. Life's voice says over a hidden intercom speaker, making you glance around. "It's needle-less, so there won't even be a 'slight pinching sensation'. Lovely, yes?"\n\nYou guess that is a bonus. You look over the racks, skimming the little silhouettes of animals. "So, er... which one do I use...?"\n\n"Any you like. All of it will be valuable data, so feel free to pick and choose. In fact, if you're feeling <i>particularly</i> adventurous, you could choose more than one! We haven't done any 'hybrid' experiments yet... but that's entirely up to you, do what you feel comfortable with."\n\nWow, so this is really 'fly by the seat of your pants' sort of science, huh? You pick up the injector gun, then look over the rows. Okay, so, you guess you'll pick...\n\n\n<hr>\n[[Cat.|Palladium6x3]]\n\n[[Spider.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Bull.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Bird.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Snake.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Dinosaur?!|Palladium]]\n\n[[Multiple.|Palladium]]

"Yeah, think so," you reply, blushing again. "Uh... you think the same thing will happen?"\n\n"Prooooobably," Celest admits, but she's still grinning as she adds, "Still, looks like we might have a bit of fun that way, eh?" With that, she reaches for the sliders and moves them upward.\n\nThis time the thing that digitizes next to you lets out a bray as it appears, its long ears twitching as its velvety muzzle turns back and forth. You blink, then sigh. "Okay, yeah, a donkey, that figures."\n\n"Equines are also a species we have a lot of data on, for pretty much the same reasons as bovines," Celest notes. "Now, one second, I'm gonna transfer you to the main pad."\n\nYou nod, sighing and glancing over at the donkey again as it turns away slightly, its tail swishing... and drawing your attention downward and between its legs. At the sight of the pair of heavy grey-furred balls hanging there, your eyes widen. "Hey, Celest, wait, you got a-!"\n\nBut you're flying apart before you can finish speaking, the donkey caught in mid-bray as it dissolves as well. And then you're coming together alone on the forward pad, making a sort of coughing almost-hiccup noise and before you can stop yourself. Spluttering a little, you sigh and mutter, "Ho boy, this oughtta be interesting. Wonder when it'll stawwwww!" You twitch at the bray that comes out of your mouth, then grunt and lean forward a little, a ticklish sensation running down the back of your neck and along your back as a thick black line of mane slides down it, shorter grey fur spreading out from there. "Ohhhh fuck why does it feel good-hawwww?!" you moan aloud as your body twitches, crotch bulging outward and pussy gradually tightening into nonexistence as a pair of heavy balls steadily grow and hang downward to cover where it was. Your ears push upward, elongating even as your lower face does the same, this time becoming more equine but still with humanish features, even as donkeylike groans and brays pass your lips. You grab your growing cock with both hands, jerking it and pumping your hips as it gets longer and thicker by the moment, the blunt tip flaring out around the head as your balls sway. "Hee-hawwwww, hee-hawwwww!" you blurt, feeling far less shamed by the animal exclamations than before. Maybe it's because you're too distracted by how heavy and full your balls are getting, and how huge your cock feels in your hands. The tips of your fingers gradually become capped by thick, hooflike nails, and soon you use them to press your cock up, rubbing it against your lighter-furred tits and flicking your broad equine tongue against the broad equine tip.\n\nAnd then Celest is kneeling in front of you, undoing the button at the throat of her top and pulling it open, letting those big purple tits spill free. She tugs your cock away from your hands and arches her back, rubbing her own much more generous tits against it and sliding her mouth over the blunt head, her jaw apparently easily accommodating it. Her yellow eyes roll up to watch your face as you pant and gasp, your hips almost involuntarily starting to thrust lightly to rub against her tits and press between her lips. "Hee-haww!" you bray, only to groan as her tongue snakes around your shaft just behind the head and gives it a pleasurable stroking squeeze. "Hee-hawwww, hee-haw hee-hawwww!" Every time you give in and let out one of those purely bestial brays, she rewards you with more action from her tongue, or taking more of your cock into her mouth, clearly urging you to let go.\n\nBut just before you do, when you can almost feel your balls tightening, she suddenly pulls away and turns around. Instead she leans forward onto one hand, reaching back with the other to squeeze one of her asscheeks and pull it aside, showing off her thick, muscular, hot pink pucker nestled between the generous purple curves. The invitation is obvious, and braying eagerly you leap forward, grabbing her hips and thrusting forward, your ink black donkey dick slipping along the cleft of her ass a few times before you manage to find the angle and shove deep inside her. Celest cries out in pleasure, working herself back against you as you start your frenzied fucking, nothing but a male beast in rut as you pound into her, your tits jiggling and breath coming in hard pants through your flared nostrils. Your furry grey balls slap against her heavy, faintly glowing purple ones, the strength of your impacts enough to make her cock bounce up and slap against her belly, spraying little thin, barely-glowing spatters of pink pre against the undersides of her jiggling purple tits.\n\nWith how thoroughly she worked you up, and the fact that this is your first time having a cock, it doesn't exactly take long... besides, your mind is too fogged by pure male need to cum to consider holding back. You thrust forward, letting out a long and utterly enthusiastic "HEE-HAWWWWW!" as you bury your big black pole in her to the hilt, your balls twitching and shuddering against hers as you empty yourself inside her. Celest squeals loudly as well, her cock twitching and firing off another load of her own, spattering neon jizz all over her purple tits and the glowing yellow pad of the teleporter, like some bit of retro-eighties art.\n\nThe two of you pant and shudder together, cocks still twitching and spurting a little as you come down, until finally, somewhat clearheaded again, you pull out of Celest, taking a moment to admire the somewhat gaping, darkened, cum-smeared mess you've made of her asshole. It squeezes closed again as she stands up, both of you getting to her feet and the satisfied-looking alien walking over to the console. "Alright, next experiment," she says with a happy sigh, hands moving to the console.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, let's go!|GGAlien1x8]]\n\n[[Actually...|GGAlien]]

Okay, you're going to take a wild-ass guess and figure some sort of Tiefling barbarian. As such, probably not one for mincing around, so maybe it would help to seem unimpressed. At least a little. Plastering a calm expression on your face, you answer, "Nah, I don't mind, you can keep using my fire."\n\nThat makes her blink, and she looks puzzled for a second before what you're implying sinks in. For a split second pure rage flares in those yellow eyes... and then she bursts out laughing, straightening up and clapping you on the shoulder. "Hey, you're alright! C'mon over, the witch is makin' food!"\n\nThat is not a phrase that fills you with confidence but you've come this far. The fur bikini-clad woman turns around, showing off a large but toned ass about half covered by tiger fur, as she leads the way back to the fire. There are two other women there, and you see that they too seem to share your fashion sense (or at least the fashion sense of this character you've wound up inhabiting). One is a pale woman with long black hair, partly loose and partly done up in a number of braids with little beads and charms wound through them, wearing what's essentially a black bikini top (just with a bit more coverage than the barbarian's) and a leather loincloth, as well as hip-high leather boots and shoulder-high fingerless leather gloves. She also has what you at first thing is a black cat sitting on her shoulder, but at a flare from a log cracking in the fire you realize is a fox that's pitch black from the tip of its nose to the tip of its tail. The other woman is tan, with sandy blonde hair that's carefully coifed and falls in light waves to below her shoulders, wearing what looks like a cross between a tunic and a dress, white cloth with little buckles running up one side of the front that covers her neck but leaves her arms bare, with a pair of slits at the sides that start just above the waste, leaving her hips bare. She's also wearing an extremely expensive-looking pair of thigh-high red leather boots with turned-down tops trimmed with gold, and an equally expensive-looking set of black leather gloves with silver inlay.\n\n"I'm Kama. That's Meridia, and Liyal."\n\n"Cyan," you say by way of introduction, settling a bit carefully onto one of the downed trees around the fire once you've tied up your horse, Kama flumping down a bit more inelegantly.\n\n"Good evening, Cyan," Meridia says, bobbing her head, somewhat discomfit blue eyes nevertheless reflecting her smile. (Which is also slightly discomfiting, if you're honest, though you can't quite say how.) "May we assume that you too had difficulties fitting in with your assigned group for the Empress's little archaeological adventure?"\n\nYou blink, glancing around. "What, all of you too?"\n\nKama snorts. "They teamed me up with a Paladin, a noblewoman harp player, and a fancy swordsman in clothes that could've bought off a year of service and who wore perfume. How d'ya think that went?"\n\n"Similarly, I was assigned a group that took issue with my nature," Meridia picks up, raising her hands and wiggling her rather sharp-looking black nails. "While I assured them I was not a servant of evil... and I am not... further discussion of the nature of my path to power... bothered them."\n\n"Uh... what path is that?" you ask, unable to help thinking her silent, weird pet is still pretty cute as it yawns widely, pink tongue curling.\n\n"Any path." Her red-painted lips curl in a flash of a grin. "Normally, witches compact with only one source of power. I look to many... the stars, the space between them, unknown beings, lower planes. I promise them no fealty but I'll take what they offer me if the price is not too high. Even for someone with the theoretical power of reincarnation, life is too short... I find it far too interesting to dabble."\n\n"What about you?" you ask, looking over at the blonde.\n\n"I'm just a cleric, the disagreement I had with my group was really stupid," she grumbles, staring into the fire.\n\nKama barks a laugh at that. "Go on, tell her of what god!"\n\nLiyal's pretty face pulls a sour expression, before she sighs. "Leonesse." At your blank look, she raises her slender, shaped brows. "The god-dess of gambling?"\n\n"So what, your magic is just... random?" You would think rolling dice for it would make any spells sufficiently random for a god(-dess?) of gambling, but you suppose in a world where that's not literally happening there must be some other element.\n\n"No!" Her cute lips poke out in a pout, before she sighs again, gesturing with her hands as she speaks. "I have all the same healing, smiting, and even resurrection spells as any other cleric. It's just that when I use them, there's a chance it just straight-up work as expected, but also a chance that it will work as expected but there will be some unanticipated side effect. ... And a very, very, teeny, tiny chance that something completely random will happen, yes," she admits, sagging a little, Meridia leaning over and rubbing her upper arm comfortingly.\n\n"How 'bout you, what happened there?" Kama grunts.\n\nYou'd like to say you don't want to talk about it, but after they all fessed up it feels like they wouldn't accept that. Maybe better to tell the truth... from a certain point of view. "I confided in my group's sort-of leader that I'm from a land extremely far away, far enough I guarantee none of you have ever heard of it," you Obi-Wan. "So I don't really know anything about this place. Also even though I'm trained and skilled, this is my first real adventure, and she basically said she couldn't trust that."\n\nKama snorts, rolling her yellow eyes. "Damn fool reason y'ask me. Everyone's gotta be from somewhere, an' everyone's gotta get first blooded at some point."\n\n"I'd tend to agree," Meridia pipes up. "It's a fool who lambasts someone for their lack of experience and then refuses to teach them."\n\n"Well, we'd pretty much agreed we'd all three team up together and try to deal with our situation, since none of us is keen to go it alone," Liyal says. "So since we're all in the same bag of holding, maybe we should share our bottle of air, you know?"\n\n"Yeah? I'd be up for that. But what'll we actually do?" you ask.\n\n"We were just trying to decide that," Liyal admits.\n\n"Before I left my group I saw the map of where their assigned dungeon was," Meridia speaks up. "There's nothing in the rules that say that you have to search for the Dorugahn Borus only in the ruins you've been assigned... and even if they were, that means it's still technically my right to look there and you'd all just be coming with me. If we got there before them and found it ourselves..."\n\n"Personally, I think we ought to just turn bandit," Kama grunts. "Since we're going to be declared criminals anyway if we duck out on that stupid ten years of service, might as well actually be criminals and such. I mean it ain't like I'm suggestin' we raze the countryside lootin' an' pillagin'," she adds, though the wistful tone of her voice says she also wouldn't necessarily mind. "But, y'know, hit a few merchant wagons, maybe a town bank or two."\n\n"Well I think we should take our chances-" Liyal starts.\n\n"Big shock!" Kama booms with a short laugh.\n\nLiyal sticks her tongue out at the tiefling, then continues. "I think we should take our chances just doing some proper adventuring, preferably far away from where any of the search for the Dorugahn Borus is occurring so that we'll have better chances of finding untouched treasures. With a little luck we can all make enough to pay off our debt and plenty more besides in gold and enchanted items." She pauses, then actually smiles and adds, "Besides, outside the borders of the ruled lands is where some of the best and most fun gambling houses are."\n\n"We've been going around in circles debating the merits of every idea," Meridia admits as she spreads her hands in a shrug, her fox flicking its tail as her movements make it shift on her shoulder. "Honestly, it's probably good that you showed up, Cyan, we need a tiebreaker. I don't think any of us is going to move on the idea we think is best, so maybe if you pick one?"\n\n"Yeah, I'll buy that," Kama grunts. "Seems fair, can't argue with two against one, even if it's two ones."\n\nLiyal gives Kama a long look, before clearing her throat and nodding. "You happening upon us would seem to be a lucky roll of the dice, Cyan, so whatever you choose, I'll go along with it and consider it Leonesse's will."\n\nWell, you wound up stumbling right into responsibility, didn't you? Suddenly it's up to you whether your new adventuring party is going to try and lootsteal, just outright steal, or murderhobo your way across the wilds like a proper lot of adventurers. Which should it be?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go after a Dorugahn Borus.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Turn bandit.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Homicidehouselessness.|GGWar2x5]]

Walking out into ever-increasing snow just doesn't seem like a good idea. Despite having little to occupy your mind other than your worries, you'll just have to do your best to shelter in place and hope that a good samaritan comes along. \n\nAbout twenty minutes later you're still doing your best to focus on the idea of someone helpful finding you when you hear a bump against your window. You blink and turn your head reflexively, then lurch so hard to the side you almost wind up in the passenger seat. There's a reindeer outside! It's not the most fearsome sight, but the sheer surprise caused you to give a rather undignified yelp. But there the big, cream-furred beast is right outside your car, staring in at you with big dark eyes from above its chocolate-colored muzzle. Once you get past the initial fright and calm your heart a little, it's actually rather a beautiful creature... you've seen them before, obviously, in movies and in a few parades and such, but this is the first time seeing one up close. Of course, it is a <i>big</i> beast, so you quell your rather instinctive desire to get out and pet it.\n\nIt doesn't seem to be making any aggressive motions, though. It's just looking in at you in a way that seems somehow... expectant? It tilts its head, then gives a little jerking motion towards one shoulder. It stares at you again for several moments, before repeating the motion.\n\nIs it... is it actually telling you to get out of the car...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Get out.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Stay put.|HollyXmas]]

The high Minikin dexterity makes them a good fit for the DPS-based thief class, so that seems like a natural fit, you think as you click on it. The Minikin boy does his excited jump as his shorts turn into leather pants, a pouch-covered strap appearing across his chest, soft-looking boots taking shape on his feet. Nice morph effects, you muse as you watch.\n\nBut instead of character customization, you get something about traits. They look like fairly typical bonus aspects, so you're not sure what all the fuss is about... they're pretty vague, too, hm.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's trait!</center>\n\n[[Long Odds|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character is the luckiest thief, pickpocket, and gambler in the world! ... as long as they don't push that luck. Eventually your thief's luck will always run out, if you don't learn to get out while you're ahead. (So probably a gradually increasing bonus to certain thief skills, but if you keep using it in a short period of time, eventually you'll get a "crash".)\n\n[[Always a Way|GGWOWplaceholder]] - When more traditional methods don't seem to work, there will always be a way for your character to find a way out of a bad situation... they just might not like it very much. (So probably you'll get some sort of "escape" ability, but it will come at the price of status effects or stat minuses or something.)\n\n[[Gold Lust|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character is obsessed with accumulating wealth, and will be better at it than almost anyone out there... but they'll also be inclined to making questionable or even outright bad decisions when it comes to the temptation of treasure, and can be driven to those by the idea of being broke. (So probably you'll get more loot, but also get some sort of status effect in certain areas or if your cash amount is below a certain point.)

Your aunt dresses so nicely, you at least want to take a closer look at some of her clothes. Not exactly the most thrilling thing in the world but it will probably only be for a few moments, then you can find something else to do. You open the door and turn on the lights, walking inside. It's pretty big, big enough to have a bench in the middle and plenty of walking room all around it. You walk along the rows of coats and blouses, looking them over, before taking a more thorough look at some of the more interesting areas. \n\nFirst of all there's a set of drawers that you highly suspect to be Aunt Kelly's [[lingerie|SamCl]]... if she dresses so nicely on the outside, you are sort of curious as to what she wears under it. You also notice that at the back of the closet, one section of hangars seems to have a series of [[jumpsuits|SamCl]] or bodysuits... wonder what those are for? Just a different kind of underwear for certain occasions? Though as you're eyeing them from a short distance away, you notice that behind some of the coats, there's [[another footlocker|SamCl1x1]], this one more modern and with a simple set of latches rather than even a token lock.

Something about her whole manner just makes your skin itch, and you scowl deeply. "Yeah, no thanks, I'll pass on being locked up in an elven asylum."\n\n"That is not what-" \n\n"Yeah, sure it's not. HYA!" you call as you turn your horse and urge it to take off at a gallop, leaving the road and going cross-country. You can hear Astoriel and Amora call out your name in very different tones, but you ignore them both and keep going. You don't hear any sounds of pursuit, but you keep the pace up for a good few minutes until you're fairly sure they won't be able to catch up to you even if they start now.\n\nOnce you're well away from them you settle the horse back to a walk, sulking a little. Well that went swimmingly, maybe you should have just kept your trap shut. You guess this is probably why characters in these sorts of stories spend half their time lying their asses off about where they came from... so the other party members don't look at them like they're crazy. Well, you're on your own now, you think as you let the horse mostly just go where it likes as long as it's forward. Better take stock of what you've got to work with.\n\nYou rummage around in your pack, quickly discovering that it must be a Handy Haversack since stuff keeps coming to hand. Okay, looks like you've got some dried meat for rations, a couple of waterskins (you assume they're water, anyway), a couple of glass containers with starkly blue liquid in them that you're guessing are healing potions, some camping supplies, and a rolled-up piece of parchment. Curious, you unroll and read it, finding that it's an explanation of the event you apparently just attended and got teamed up at.\n\nYour jaw drops a little as you read the terms. Ten years of service?! Either that or you have to pay it off at 10,000 gold a year, 100,000 gold for the whole thing. That's if you don't find one of these 'Dorugahn Borus' artifacts she wants. (Weird name, it kinda pokes at you and reminds you of something but you can't think what.) What a mess this is, you think sourly as you roll it back up and stuff it back in your bag. Apparently if you try to skip on it, you'll be declared a wanted criminal. That damn book's gotten you into a lot of trouble already!\n\nStill sulking, you continue riding along, the sky gradually growing dimmer. Eventually you realize you're going to need to stop for the night. You draw your horse up, realizing you've come close to some woods, and from a bit inside them there's some smoke rising amidst the branches. Another party? Maybe one who can use a warrior that's going to keep her mouth shut this time?\n\n<hr>\n[[Approach.|GGWar2x3]]\n\n[[Avoid them.|GGWar7x1]]

Maybe you'd have better luck with another group of adventurers. Just ones that you don't tell about the whole being from a world of science and angry political posts on the internet. The paper said you'd be assigned teams but not that there was any penalty for not staying in them, so you set off towards where it looks like the smoke is coming from. Once you get into the trees you have to get off your horse and walk it, but soon you can spot a campfire and even, vaguely, some forms around it.\n\nYou notice something emerging from the bushes just in time to stop and put a hand on the grip of one of your swords. Before you can draw though, there's another person(?!) pretty much in your face. She's built similarly to you, just a bit taller and more muscular, with dark reddish skin, yellow eyes, and two slender horns jutting up from her forehead with thick white hair falling around the bases of them. She also might be even less covered-up than you, just wearing what looks a lot like a string bikini made out of tiger fur, as well as knee-high boots and leather bracers trimmed around the tops with the same. The only weapon you see is a large dark metal object in one hand that's kinda-sorta sword shaped but looks like it's barely sharp.\n\n"You <i>mind</i>?" she snarls, baring several rather sharp teeth.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be contrite.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Be aggressive.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Be arrogant.|GGWar2x4]]

"It's, uh, it's not what it looks like!" you blurt, instantly realizing it's the single stupidest thing you've ever said.\n\n"It's not?" Herschel stands there for a moment, then shrugs elaborately. "Oh, well, if it's not, nevermind!" Then he turns and flounces out of the room, courteously closing the door behind him.\n\n"I can't, like, believe that worked'n'junk," Harry says with a snort and a shake of his big head, apparently bemused by his father's cartoonish naivete.\n\nHe pulls his cock out of your ass, then immediately flips you over onto your back. You yelp a bit in surprise, but he's already lifting your legs up and pushing on them to tilt your hips, lifting your still slightly gaping ass into view. He pushes back in, and you moan as he slides fully in, this time fucking you face-to-face as if you were a girl.\n\n"Fuck this is awesome, duder," Harry groans happily as he plunges his long horsedick into your eager ass again and again, his stuffed balls thumping against your skin each time. "You are, like, the best lay ever'n'junk!"\n\nYou groan, utterly besotted by the pleasure you're feeling, not even caring that the huge mascot face looming in front of yours looks ridiculous. Since you can't exactly kiss him, you lick the black mesh of his mouth lewdly, wrapping your legs around his waist and encouraging him to fuck you for all he's worth.\n\n"You have gotta stick around, duder, we need to, like, do this every day'n'junk!" Herschel cries ecstatically as he thrusts forward and begins dumping another load of mascot jizz into your quivering, squeezing ass.\n\n"Sounds good to me," you moan out as your own cock spasms, your climax so intense that your first blast of cum splashes on your own face.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HaroldHorse6xEnd]]

"I think I'll pass," you say after a few moments, shaking your head. "I mean, maybe tomorrow or later this week or something? It's just sort of like... I dunno, admitting defeat or something if I have to start taking <i>measures</i> or whatever."\n\n"Yeah, I getcha." Leslie nods. She's a super competitive little thing, so obviously understands the desire not to give in, even if it's just to vague feelings of disquiet. "You can come over again tomorrow, though. Make sure to tell me about any more wild dreams you have, that's the most interesting thing I've heard in awhile," she chirps happily.\n\nYou consider telling her to make sure and keep it to herself, but she's pretty much your best friend despite how different the two of you are. You know better than to think you have to. Instead the two of you spend a few easygoing hours in each other's company, watching a few cartoons and playing some racing games on her console, before you eventually head home and spend the rest of the evening uneventfully, messing about online, having dinner, and eventually going to bed once your eyes start to itch, barely even thinking about last night's odd dream and potential sleepwalking.\n\nYour room is once again lit only by moonlight as you awake and sit up like some vampire in an old movie before swinging your legs around and standing. This time the first thing you do is push your pants down and kick them away before pulling your shirt off and tossing it behind you onto the bed. Naked, you turn and walk out of your room and through your darkened home, hands mostly still at your sides as you descend the stairs and walk through the living room, through the entryway, pausing to unlock and open the front door before striding through it, leaving it open behind you.\n\nYou immediately step out into a fog-wrapped world again, barely able to see the vague outline of the houses on even the closest side of the street, but enough to see that they're all completely dark. Not a single lamp lights your way as you walk nude through the streets, nothing lit in the world except that still full, bright, silvery moon up above. You walk mechanically, the feel of smooth or rough pavement cold under your feet as you make your way towards some unknown destination. Eventually it's grass under your feet again... you think, it's a bit long and thin, you could be on some weed-overgrown vacant lot for all you know.\n\nYou're already going down on hands and knees this time as Svarog walks out of the mist and past you, circling around to mount up. His cock slides back into your pussy as if it belonged there, the big dock starting to fuck you fast, hard, and silently again, save for the wet lewdness of his prick pumping your pussy. You cum almost instantly this time, as if your body had been primed and waiting for him since you knew what was coming this time. Wetness runs down your thighs, silently dribbling down onto the dew-damp ground, the faint sound of grass and weeds rustling from the motions of your arms and legs as Svarog's fucking rocks your body.\n\nThis time, you can feel eyes on you. You don't know how you know, other than that in the way of dreams, you just <i>know</i> someone is there, watching your naked body move beneath the massive dog's. So you know they're watching as Svarog slowly, deliberately draws back until his cock slips out of your pussy, leaving it dripping and gaping, and repositions himself to drive into your ass instead. Yet again you can't so much as twitch or moan as your virgin asshole has over a foot of slick, red canine cock shoved up it, making you climax again as his knot presses between your buttocks and up against your violated pucker. \n\nThis session seems to last for hours... maybe days... as Svarog fucks away at your holes, switching between ass and pussy as smoothly as any human lover could. It's only once he's driven you to more orgasms than you could possibly count that he finally shoves forward, forcing that massive knot into your asshole, making you climax so hard you can barely feel the sudden rain of thick, hot wetness on your face as that unknown watcher paints your face, and can barely hear as Svarog again booms, "You are a bitch."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wake up.|GGDog5x2]]

"I guess that one?" You point at the botany option. What are the raptors even going to do with exotic species of flowers, anyway? Give girls bouquets before pouncing and molesting them? It seems the most harmless of the lot, anyway.\n\nYour minder squints at your selection, then gives you a look that's almost annoyed. You suspect that he's guessed at your line of thought. Except that then he grins toothily again, and you suddenly begin to doubt yourself. Snagging you by the upper arm again, he leads you towards a newly-opened door and down a long hallway. You're brought into some sort of control room, with windows looking in on what looks like a section of... well, outside. There are interior walls surrounding it and a roof, but it's got grassy turf instead of a floor and it's even been decorated with rocks and a few of the plants you saw on the island. Probably supposed to replicate outside conditions, to prove that the plants can grow here.\n\nYou're given a push towards the control panel, and eye the touchscreen dubiously. There's really not a lot of information here... it looks like you select a variety of plant, then select pollen, or something like that, to fertilize it with. You'd think it would take days or weeks to get results from something like that... but then, none of this makes sense. There's really no description of what the plants are... just the names. Looks like you'll just have to pick one and fly blind, hoping you get something that pleases your captors enough to not put you on the menu (or eat you up in other ways).\n\n<hr>\n\n<i>[[Bastianus Trapicus|RaptorPlantsplaceholder]]\n\n[[Bastianus Animus|RaptorPlantsplaceholder]]\n\n[[Aphrodesus Agua|RaptorPlantsplaceholder]]\n\n[[Marlborus Odiosus|RaptorPlantsplaceholder]]</i>

A strange fog settles in over your brain, leaving you feeling fuzzy and warm, your mouth opening and closing faintly a few times before you find the words, "Yes, Master," coming out of them. Your hands move in slightly disconnected fashion to pull off your shirt and undo your pants, pushing them and your underwear down, freeing your own quickly-stiffened cock. Stepping out of them and your socks, you move forward between Kevin's spread legs and kneel down before him, with no real hesitation as you lean forward and drag your tongue over the smooth, crimson skin of his sack.\n\nYour glazed eyes drift half-closed as you stroke your tongue over Kevin's balls, occasionally sucking at them and pressing your lips against one to swirl your tongue around it, following some inner instinct you don't really understand that guides you in pleasuring your new owner. Your hands rest on the side of the bed below him, your posture almost of one in prayer as you tongue-wash his hot, salty ballsack. Your cock twitches, so stiff it's almost aching, and yet you can't even really think of stroking or touching yourself to relieve the pressure, knowing that your only purpose right now is to pleasure Kevin. \n\nThere's a very dreamlike quality to everything... it's hard to tell exactly how long you've been worshiping his balls, in some ways it feels like forever. But you know it's been at least an hour before you obey some silent command to lift your head up and instead drag your tongue up the thick red pole of his shaft, giving light sucks back down it before stroking your tongue back up, then down. You don't spend quite as long on that... just thirty minutes or so... before slipping your mouth over the tip and starting to bob your head up and down. It's so thick that it seems like you shouldn't even be able to get your mouth around it, and yet somehow you do so with no real effort. Too, when it begins nudging up against the back of your throat, there's no hesitation or resistance... Master Kevin wants you to suck his cock, so you'll suck his cock, and your throat bulges as you press down over it, sliding the big, thick demon prick further and further down your tight passage.\n\nEventually you find there's no more of your Master's cock to slide down your throat, because your lips are pressed firmly around the root of it. The realization that you've completely swallowed Lord Kevin's prick sends a shudder of absolute contentment and pleasure through you, your throat squeezing and spasming around him and your cock twitching, firing long ropes of cum forward to splatter against the side of the bed. Still, you don't let yourself be distracted by your throatgasm, instead beginning to bob your head in a quick, steady rhythm, fucking your face onto your Master's throbbing infernal prick.\n\nAfter awhile Kevin pulls your head back, without a word guiding you up onto the bed to lay on your back, your head hanging over the edge of the bed. He smoothly pushes that thick crimson cock back past your lips and down your throat, until his heavy red balls are resting against your face... and then slapping against it lightly as he begins fucking you that way. You sense your Master will allow you to touch him, and rest your hands on his hips, stroking them worshipfully as he uses your mouth. Over the next two hours of him pumping away into your throat, your cock several times shudders and spurts more loads of cum out to spatter all over your own belly and chest, smearing and spreading out in thick, glistening puddles.\n\nBut finally, finally, your Master pulls out of your mouth, leaving you panting and gasping as his dripping, bright cherry-colored cock casts a shadow down over your face. Finally, because you know what you've earned. You turn around on the bed, lifting your legs up high and raising your ass a bit, displaying your bare, twitching pucker to him. "M-Master... please... fuck me... make me your bitch," you whimper, shuddering in eagerness as Kevin smirks and clambers onto the bed with you, using one hand on that girthy shaft to bring the tip in against your eager hole.\n\nYour eyes instantly roll up in your head, your tongue jutting as he pushes inside you, your own prick twitching and firing more spurts of cum across your bare belly, a few splurts hitting right on your stiff, aching nipples. Kevin braces his hands to either side of your head as he begins thrusting harder, rocking you against the bed as his balls begin slapping against your skin. "Do you worship me, Jamie?" he asks in a low, smug voice.\n\n"Yes! Yes Master! I worship you! I'll do anything for you!" you cry, arching your head back as your demon lord fucks you like a girl, your body shuddering in orgasm and your cock firing another rope of cum at the depth of his every thrust.\n\n"Do I own you? Do I own everything about you?" he asks, leaning down and snaking out his long tongue, dragging it along your throat.\n\n"You own me, you own me, you own my holes, you own my cock, you own my mind and my soul, please Master, please!" you whimper, then cry out again as you feel a fresh new heat low on your belly, a glowing pink rune incorporating a heart shape appearing not too far above your cock, marking you as not only Kevin's property but his little bitch-boy, his ownership of you marked not just on your sense of self, but on your spirit and flesh.\n\nAnd in reward Kevin lets out a loud moan and thrusts forward, that immense, infernally divine prick shuddering and pulsing inside you as it truly gushes cum inside you, starting to gradually swell your belly up. Your eyes roll up almost completely, your brain going nearly whited out as your now constantly quivering and spurting cock is gradually pushed upward by your rounding-out belly, your whole body shaking with the intensity of your orgasms as your owner and deity uses you to drain his huge, overful demon balls.\n\nYou're only vaguely conscious of Lord Kevin continuing to use you as his fucktoy for the rest of the day, twisting you into whatever positions he likes, using your holes to masturbate himself. Eventually you pass out completely, still faintly aware of him pumping into you even as you do. When you wake up you're laying naked (and clean) on the bed, Kevin having resumed his human appearance and in the middle of stretching. "Well! Now you're my worshiper, so that's good. Errana said it'd help me start getting power for myself, so that's good too."\n\n"W-whatever I can do to help, Master," you simper softly, looking up at him adoringly.\n\n"Hm, well, in that case, I'll have you do something worshiper-like." Kevin rubs his chin thoughtfully as he looks down at you, then grins. "Oh hey, I know! Bring me another worshiper! Someone who I can fuck into giving up their free will to me just like you. I'll cast a spell of attraction on you... it'll make it ridiculously easy for you to seduce someone, and once you've fucked them, it'll be muuuch easier for me to do my thing. Make it someone important to you, yeah? Or at least bring me a lot of worshipers, one or the other. Quality or quantity! Oh yeah, here, an old pair of my sister's panties," he adds, tossing a purple G-string onto your chest. "You can have those instead of your briefs."\n\n"Yes Master, of course," you moan softly, standing up and stepping into the panties, pulling them up until the soft purple fabric stretches over your limp shaft and balls.\n\nYou can feel it rubbing against you, the string pressing across your newly sensitive pucker, as you walk home thinking. The thought of disobeying Kevin doesn't even cross your mind... a faint soft, constant sense of pleasure from the rune on your crotch washes away all thoughts of disobedience. Still, you need to decide how best to serve him. He wants you to show your devotion by bringing him another worshiper, someone important to you. ... Or a lot of someones. So either you can fuck someone close to you and then bring them to Kevin so they can be willingly raped into being a mindless demon cultist like you, or you fuck a <i>lot</i> of people and bring your master a ready-made cult.\n\nWho to pick?\n\n<hr>\n[[Your mother.|QOKev]]\n\n[[Your father.|QOKev]]\n\n[[Your friend Maya.|QOKev]]\n\n[[A bunch of guys.|QOKev]]\n\n[[A bunch of girls.|QOKev]]

<img src=https://i.imgur.com/0Xnb1mq.png>\n\nAgain, if you were to actually live here, you probably would have gone much larger and more elaborate for the sleeping space. As it is, since it's just a place to flop for awhile and fuck a few of your playthings, or take an accelerated virtual nap to replenish your mind, you went with aesthetic over function or elaborateness. A simple bed has its head against one wall, the mattresses on it a form of memory foam so perfect that it could only exist in a virtual space. To one side of the bed is a window looking out on the cloudscape. There are various decorations and accoutremants, such as the stuff on the shelf above the bed or the telescope to one side of it, but overall this is a comfy, cozy little 'let's fuck' space.\n\nIt does, of course, also have a large amount of open, empty floorspace for your eventual "action figure" collection.\n\n<hr>\n[[Bathroom.|Capture-HabBR]]\n\n[[Upper Level.|Capture-HabUL]]

"Today is the day!" your mate declares, standing triumphantly with his feather-hands on his hips.\n\n"Gobble?" you say in reflexive question, blinking at him. He's flanked by another pair of birdmen today... a muscular rooster with a large cockscomb and even bigger dick, and a similarly powerful-looking mallard, his gleaming iridescent green headfeathers shining in the light. Of course you think your plump hubby is the most dashing of the three. "The day for...?"\n\n"The day we'll make a <i>true</i> stride in our war against the Thanksgiving Oppressors! Our very own supersoldier project! And now, we begin!"\n\nUnsurprisingly, beginning means your mate laying down and you lowering yourself atop him, your lightly plump belly pressing against his big round ones and your fat feathery tits dangling down in his face as you slide yourself down on his cock. The duck quickly steps up behind you, his own strong feather-hands kneading one of your big asscheeks before he guides himself to where your turkey-hubby's cock is already stretching you. You gobble-moan as the duck pushes in as well, pushing his pole into your plump pussy and stretching it even further. You can feel his cock rubbing against your hubby's, pressing against you and him both as he slides all the way in before leaning to one side... so that the rooster can move in too. You quiver in excitement as he, too, starts pushing into you, his prick along with the other two stretching you more than any egg you've ever laid, your gobbling quickly growing animalistic and mindless with excitement as all three of them finish sheathing themselves inside you. \n\nAll three begin thrusting however they please, the trio of cocks pumping into you chaotically, rubbing against each other and stretching you constantly, churning up your sodden cunt while you cluck and warble eagerly. You're still not entirely sure what this plan is, but you like it! You like it a lot! You especially love having three big, strong fowl-men (hubby being the biggest and strongest, obviously) rubbing your body, squeezing at your fat ass and fatter tits, all of them gobbling and clucking and quacking in lewd tones as they do their best to turn your pussy inside out with their big fat cocks. Until finally they all give a deep, hard thrust in almost perfect unison, the rooster letting out a long crow as all of their cum pours into you, mingling together as your eyes roll and your tongue lolls out of your sagged-open beak.\n\nYou've felt this many times, the feeling of an egg taking hold and forming in you as the males pull out, leading you to get into your usual egg-laying squat. But this time it's far more intense than anything you've felt before, your body shuddering as your belly swells up beneath your heavy boobs. Your tits start to be pushed up by the size of the egg rapidly forming inside you as your belly stretches further and further out, leaving you hugging it and barely able to hold your position, some mingling of fear and intense, eager anticipation rushing through you. And then as expected, your pussy begins quaking in orgasm as you start to lay the egg... but harder than it ever has before, your cunt gushing onto the floor as you twitch and wobble, your mind already starting to go blank with the intensity of the orgasm even before the truly immense egg starts pushing out, stretching you wide, wide, wider than should even be possible. Your pussy gapes around the gleaming white shell as it stretches you far more than the trio of pricks did even before it's really started to come out. But it continues to push forth, your taut cunt quivering and soaking around it as it slides further and further down. You haven't even laid most of it by the time it bumps against the floor, leaving you slowly raising up, your feet dangling and plump thighs sliding along its slick surface as it now more pushes your pussy up and off of it than the other way around.\n\nEventually you're left sitting atop an egg almost as big as you are, panting and quivering, your feathers rumpled. Then you yelp and tumble off of the egg as it gives a hard shudder, quickly cracking, and then shattering apart. The being within almost immediately stands, growing larger by the second as it rises to its feet, gaining muscle mass and height even as it slowly raises its spine. The huge avian creature with its snood, cockcomb, and sharp but flat beak flexes its massive muscles, towering above all of you at almost twelve-feet, flexing its powerful, massive arms and giving a bellow of "<b>Oppressiooooooon!</b>" as it throws back its head and arches its back, jutting its two foot cock out ahead of it and letting it wobble in the air.\n\n"O-oh my," you gasp out, eyes wide, before yelping as your mighty Turducken son grabs you around the middle with both big hands. You squirm and wiggle as he draws you close, before your eyes roll and your tongue juts, beak wide as he pushes that immense prick inside you, your legs dangling and swaying as he starts working you over it like you, his own mother, were nothing more than a fat feathery fuckhole sex toy.\n\n"Yes, yes my son!" hubby gibbers excitedly. "Make more Turducken supersoldiers for our fight against oppression!"\n\n"<b>Oppressiooooonnnnnnn!</b>" your son bellows as he continues to work you over him, his feathery balls swinging forward to slap your cock-distended belly.\n\nOh well, the rational part of your mind thinks before it's washed away with the obscene pleasure of being flooded with several gallons of potent mutant spunk by your own offspring. We all work hard for the revolution, after all!\n\n<b>Holly's Thanksgiving</b> end - <i>Frankenturkey</i>

Probably best not to touch anything, if only not to annoy him. You stand in place, fidgeting, your cock slowly hardening inside your jeans as you keep picturing yourself in various sorts of lingerie. It seems to take an eternity before the door at the top of the stairs swings open and Dr. Frankenclowner reenters. He's wearing what's apparently his idea of "evening wear"... meaning that his clown half is wearing a clown tuxedo, with battered top hat and still-askew black bow tie, while his crossdresser half is wearing snug black satin panties that hug what's obviously a very substantial package, his black garters clipped to lace-topped black see-through stockings, much higher black heels on his feet.\n\n"Ah, so good to dress <i>comfortably</i> again, my boy," Dr. Frankenclowner crows as he struts down the steps. He stops in front of you, grinning broadly as he sees you blushing again. "Well, my boy, it would be rather difficult to dress you up in finery with all your clothing still on. Best shuck it all!"\n\nYou nod slowly, feeling embarrassed but eager. You grab the bottom of both shirts and pull them off at the same time, baring your skinny teenage boy chest. "We'll have to put a little meat on your bones at some point, my boy, help you really <i>fill out</i> the garb!" Dr. Frankenclowner booms cheerfully as you toe out of your sneakers, then undo your jeans. You hesitate for a moment, then simply push your jeans and underwear down at the same time, stepping out of them as you straighten up. You rub your upper arm bashfully as you stand naked in front of him, your young cock jutting out in front of you.\n\n"You're a bit on the scrawny side, lad, but still quite beautiful! Nothing to be ashamed of!" Dr. Frankenclowner asserts with feeling, eyes raking you up and down. "Hm. Still, you won't fit into many pairs of panties with <i>that</i> raging," he adds, giving another of those delicate, almost feminine flicking points at your cock. While you squirm in embarrassment, he claps his velvet-gloved hands and calls, "MINIONS!"\n\nThe lower door of the lab swings open and a pair of figures tumble in, doing cartwheels and somersaults to land in front of you. There's one boy and one girl, looking like they're probably in their late teens. Both are painted up like clowns, but their nudity makes it clear they're painted from head to toe, white greasepaint covering their entire bodies. The girl's hair is an electric blue mohawk, her face painted up in a mix between clown and punk rock. Her nipples, pierced with silver barbells, have been painted around with large pink circles, the same way a clown's smile is enhanced... similarly the pink of her slit has been exaggerated, and little lines of blue have been painted down her inner thighs. The boy is a more standard clown with a frizzy neon green afro and traditional facepaint, his own nipples simply whited over, while his hard cock is painted with blue dribbles down the underside, the middle of the shaft ringed by an elaborate red full-circle kiss mark. \n\n"We'll just have to get you settled down before we begin. Now, I don't know your preferences, my boy, so feel free to pick whichever of my darling minions suits you best!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Girl clown.|Frankenclowner]]\n\n[[Boy clown.|Frankenclowner]]\n\n[[Both.|Frankenclowner]]

"I..." You can feel your face go brick red, and you drop your voice to almost a squeak. "I've... maybe wondered, once or twice..."\n\n"No need to be embarrassed, my boy, no need to be embarrassed! Come, come with me!" Dr. Frankenclowner puts a hand on your shoulder and begins guiding you along. "I promise you, I would never do harm to a budding enthusiast! I promise you complete discretion and absolute respect!"\n\nYour blush stays in place as he leads you through a small alleyway between two buildings and through a door marked with a little graphic and text reading "MASCOTS ONLY". There's a dingy little dressing room, and you momentarily feel fear that he's actually going to suggest you try on... well... right here, in some rundown place that any park employee could walk into. But instead he leads you up a flight of stairs and down a hallway, to a room with a clown's face and his character's name on it.\n\nYou stare as you step inside. The whole place looks like a stereotypical mad scientist's lab out of an old horror movie. There's a Jacob's Ladder, a huge slab of a tilting table, a stone staircase curving up one wall, the works. The only difference is that you can spot clown paraphernalia scattered about the room, left here and there in workspaces as if either it were part of a project or had been discarded.\n\n"I'm just going to slip into something a big more comfortable, my boy," Dr. Frankenclowner announces, sashaying his way up the curved staircase to the upper door. "Just wait right there. Oh, and do please avoid touching anything, most of my current work is a bit... unfinished."\n\nYou watch the door close after him and glance around the weird lab full of now nearly irresistibly interesting items.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait patiently.|Frankenclowner1x2]]\n\n[[Touch stuff.|Frankenclowner3x1]]

You almost fall out of bed this time as you awake with a yelp, already halfway down but managing to catch yourself on your hands. You give yourself a shove to get back up into bed, huffing to catch your breath.\n\n"Cyan!" Your mother's voice from downstairs. "Are you alright up there?!"\n\n"Yeah!" you call back reflexively, glancing down and patting at yourself. You're sweaty again, and there's an even larger damp spot between your legs, but you're wearing your sleeping clothes again. You let out a sigh of relief and lean back on your hands. At least you're just a dream-time pervert, not a sleepwalking one.\n\nOnce you've showered (and gotten off twice while doing so, unable to keep the thought of the dream out of your head the entire time you do), you dress and head down to breakfast. Both your mother and father are present this morning, the three of you trading mostly-reflexive pleasantries as you wolf down your eggs and then head for the door. As you're lacing up your shoes, you overhear something that makes you stop in place, a shiver running down your back.\n\n"By the way, honey, I thought you checked the front door last night."\n\n"I did, why?"\n\n"When I came down this morning it was unlocked."\n\n"Huh. I could have sworn I checked it."\n\n"We need to be careful, if Cyan's really sleepwalking, we don't want her walking into traffic."\n\n"Obviously. Well, I'll double check it tonight, then, and you can check it too."\n\n"Mm, good idea."\n\nHurrying over to Leslie's, she doesn't even have to ask, apparently seeing it on your face the moment she opens the door. "Had the dream again?"\n\n"Yeah." You nod shakily, slipping inside, then leaning against the wall. "I mean, there were some differences, but I think I may have gone out the front door this time."\n\n"Geez! You could get hit by a car!" Leslie blurts, eyes widening in concern. Then she waves a hand a bit. "Or, y'know, seen naked by some nun."\n\n"But I don't even know if anything happened," you say with a sigh, pushing off the wall and dropping into a chair instead. "I mean, all I heard was that the door was unlocked, it might have nothing to do with me. I was dressed when I woke up and everything. I'd at least like to know for sure if I'm really sleepwalking before I start worrying about my weird perverted dogfucking dreams."\n\nLeslie looks thoughtful, then holds up a finger. "One sec." She hurries into the hallway and ducks into her room, emerging holding a black object a bit longer and thicker than her finger. "We can use this!"\n\n"What is it?" you ask, squinting a little.\n\n"My new GoPro, I got it so I can do awesome biking and parkour videos. Once I learn parkour. But anyway, we can clip this to you before you go to bed and set it to record, and see if you actually go anywhere."\n\n"What will we clip it to, though?" you ask with a frown. "I always take off my clothes. I mean, apparently."\n\nShe considers that for a moment, then grins. "I've got a bunch of different length dogtag chains, they're useful for tons of stuff. We'll find one that's not quite long enough for you to lift off over your head, but still long enough to let the GoPro dangle. Before you go to bed, you can wind a little bit of twine or something around the clasp. That oughtta be too complex for you to get off while sleepwalking. I mean, I think. In the morning, you can come back over, and we'll watch the footage. Hopefully it'll be nothing but hours of your ceiling."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wear the camera.|GGDog5x3]]\n\n[[Don't wear it.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

Grinning, you do a quick glance to see if anyone's about or looking your way, then dart across the street. Luckily the buildings are dilapidated enough that there's plenty of handholds in the walls, either via cracks and missing bits of brick and stone, or gaps between boards, and you can scurry up the side of a building easily enough, hopping and climbing several more times.\n\nSoon you're on the roof of the building opposite the bar, and settling in at the edge, your suit's stealth function blurring your outline and blending you somewhat with the shadows. (Sector Seven seems to be a great place to sneak around since it's not like it will ever be sunny.) You watch through the windows and the occasionally-opened door at the people clustered about, sitting at tables or the bar... and there's your target, Tifa cheerfully moving about in her snug little white top and tight black miniskirt. Ah, classics really are the best. You take just a moment to smirk to yourself that you've got some real life gamer happily waiting tables due to the mental overlay of Tifa Lockhart's personality, before bringing your thoughts back to the matter at hand.\n\nAlright, Tifa's moving around the interior quite a bit as she waits tables, makes drinks, and cooks. She spends the longest time in front of various windows, so you could probably take a shot through one of them. Alternatively you could wait until someone's going out or in and she happens to be in front of the door, which would probably make it a much straighter shot... the closer you get to her neck or heart, the faster the dart will take effect and you'll both be beamed to the reconditioning room, after all. Or you could always wait until the bar closes... though their personality is largely subverted under Tifa's, the player still has influence, and they'll likely want to explore Midgar once the bar is closed, you can get the clearest shot while they're in the street. \n\n<hr>\n[[Shoot through a window.|CapTifa-RR1x2]]\n\n[[Wait for a shot through the door.|CapTifa-RR2x1]]

You decide you've been partying a little too hard lately, and Halloween is one of those nights when parties can get out of hand and cause some serious overindulging. Maybe it'd be best to just stay in, take it easy. And so Halloween finds you sprawled on the couch, watching a lame horror movie, a seasonal pumpkin ale in hand while you're wearing just jeans and a t-shirt.\n\nThe night starts to get on a little bit, and without a single trick-or-treater having rung the bell, you eventually decide to switch to slightly more adult entertainment. You click over to one of the subscription porn channels and are rather pleased to find they're doing some costume porn as well. Settling in to watch not!Catwoman blow not!Batman, you almost jump out of your skin when barely five minutes later the doorbell rings. ... Of course. Quickly hitting the mute button on the TV, you get up and pad over to the front door, grabbing the bowl of candy and opening it.\n\nThere's a single girl of about thirteen standing on your doormat, with long, thick black hair and chestnut brown skin. She's wearing a Princess Jasmine outfit, quite a high-end and accurate one too, not one of the rather more modest or poofy ones sold in most stores. She glances up with big dark eyes, giving you a sheepish "Hi" instead of the usual 'Trick or treat!', which might have something to do with how she's messing with the upper part of her costume.\n\n"Having a problem there?" you ask in concern, blinking.\n\n"Um, yes, a stitch came loose," she explains, tugging on the blue fabric a bit, for just a moment showing a brief hint of dusky areola before she gets the top back in place. You quickly glance away as she continues, "I'm sorry, but could I come in for like two minutes? I think I can fix it myself, I just don't want to stand around out here while I do," she adds, still smiling sheepishly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure.|BuddyOct5x2]]\n\n[[No, but you'll get her a safety pin.|BuddyOct17x1]]

"Sure, come on in," you say, stepping back and waving her in. "Go ahead and step into the living room, I think I've got a little sewing kit or something around here that you can use if you need it."\n\n"Oh thank you," she says in a relieved tone, padding on slippered feet down the hall and into the other room. You head to the kitchen and look through the drawers, eventually finding the small, still new kit and carrying it into the living room as well. It's only when you spot the girl standing and staring at the TV with wide eyes do you remember what you left playing. "Ah geez!" you yelp, scrambling to grab the remote.\n\n"Wait!" she calls, making you grind to a halt in more guilt than anything else. She looks over at you, then back at the screen. "... I want to see some."\n\n"Uh, look, I really shouldn't-"\n\n"I promise not to tell," she answers solemnly, looking over at you again... then grinning, an impish twinkle lighting her dark eyes. "As long as you let me watch for a little while."\n\nYou sigh heavily, and nod. "Fine, fine."\n\nShe moves around and clambers up onto one side of the couch, watching the doggy style action on the screen as she does, not!Catwoman's heavy tits bouncing and swaying. "My name's Yasmina, by the way," she adds rather absently.\n\n"Buddy," you reply with a bit of a grumble, settling down onto the other side of the couch. Thinking and worrying about getting in trouble, you can't help but steal the occasional glance over. Yasmina has completely forgotten about her busted stitches, leaving her top to sag down on that side, showing a good half of the dark nipple capping her perky little breast. You try not to look, but since the only things to really look at are the porn and her, you can't help but sneak glances at her, especially as her nipples stiffen under the top and she squirms a bit, hips moving and grinding her pert, silk-clad ass against the couch.\n\n"It's so big," she whispers as the scene shifts to a 'confrontation' between not!Superman and not!Poison Ivy, the green-painted porn star pulling down Superman's briefs and sliding her bright red painted lips down its length.\n\n"Um, yeah," you murmur, shifting a little against the way your own cock is now straining against the confines of your jeans.\n\nYou watch as there's a hint of soft pink tongue darting along her lips, before she turns those big, dangerously pretty dark eyes on you. "Can I... see yours?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No way.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[... Okay.|BuddyOct]]

<<set $capfail += 1>>Even as you're still considering, you watch as Tifa moves around to one side of a table, her back to the window, and bends forward some to start setting drinks and food in front of the men sitting at it, practically presenting her big, leather-clad ass to you. Despite knowing better, you really can't resist a target that alluring, and grinning you put your eye to the viewfinder of the scope. You zoom in a little on the full, round curves, taking just a moment to savor it as that plump ass moves back and forth, skirt threatening to ride up and show you a bit of panty. Then you pull the trigger. There's the sound of glass shattering, and a distant yelp... a male one. Which goes with the fact that Tifa's ass moves in surprise in the scope, but doesn't have a dart in it.\n\nBlinking, you zoom the view out a little... and spot the dart. Sticking out of the inner thigh of a redheaded guy at the table who looks nineteen or so.\n\nYou're still cursing yourself as you appear in the reconditioning room about a second later. (The dart must have hit fairly close to an artery.) The Reconditioning Rifle looks and feels so much like a sniper rifle that you let yourself forget that its payload is an injector dart... and while you programmed this simulation to work on video game physics, modern video games have no trouble accounting for the fact that small, light, relatively slow projectiles can easily have their course changed by things like wind, distance... or smashing through a pane of glass. You glare through the dimness of the room at the well-lit center, where the redheaded youth is sitting on an articulated metal surface currently formed into a chair, his wrists, ankles, and middle secured by metal straps. He's looking around frantically, his face flushed and body trembling, and a hardon that has to be throbbingly painful tenting his pants. Looks like his NPC constitution isn't made of the same stern stuff as the PCs the dart is meant to be used on, and his fear and the aphrodisiac have pretty well overwhelmed the tranquilizer.\n\n"W-what's going on?! Who are you?!" he practically squeaks, staring at you in fear.\n\nStill pissed over your miscalculation, you ignore him and stalk over to the control touchscreen for the reconditioning. Without hesitation you stab the button in the corner that reads 'Mind Wipe', a robot armature immediately swinging down and into place over the youth's head, making him yelp with fear as the little arms to the sides of it snap around and into place, pressing flat metal circles to the sides of his forehead. There's a low crackling like static electricity, and his eyes widen further before rolling in his head, his body twitching slightly, and a wet spot appearing at the tip of the bulge in his pants. As the little readout of 'Mindwipe Completion' percentage and progress bar climbs, globs of white begin oozing through the fabric as he cums the entire time his brain is being erased. When the percentage hits '100%', the armature retracts into the ceiling, leaving him slumped in the chair, eyes glassy and empty, body limp, cum still oozing down the front of his pants.\n\nA little mollified at having taken out your anger on a hapless NPC, you decide to at least make the best of it. Tapping the menu to access the quick-use preselects, you tap 'Service Gynoid Conversion'. Immediately the chair reconfigures, flattening out into an even surface so that the literally mindless teen is laying flat more robot arms swing into action, cutting off his clothing, revealing a rather scrawny body with his still-hard cock smeared with his own cum laying flopped against his belly. Others move to inject various parts of his body, before starting to place gleaming white plastic 'armor' panels over his arms and legs. A chest panel with molded plastic tits is fastened over his otherwise flat chest, and another calmly tucks his stiff, oozing prick inside the feminine shape of the hip panel before sealing it closed. Once a featureless white helmet has been lowered over his head, a circle of floor opens up, a glowing, spinning ring passing up along the reconditioning restraint, energy crackling as the nanites injected into the youth's body are activating, turning bone into metal, flesh into rubber, joints into servomotors, nerves into wires and brain matter into circuits.\n\nOnce the ring has reached the top, it powers down and slides back downward, disappearing into the floor again. The restraints retract, and the completed service gynoid stands and makes its way over to you with a measured gait, identical to all the other ones inhabiting your player housing. Still just a little miffed, you grunt, "Turn around and bend over." It does so without hesitation, spinning 180 and bending forward ninety degrees, arms stiff at its sides as it presents the white rubber fleshlight housed between its legs to you. Grabbing its wrists as handles, you retract your suit from over your stiff prick and thrust into that largely featureless artificial pussy and start pounding away at it, your hips slapping the high-impact white plastic of the droid's molded buttocks.\n\nOverall a wash... you've converted an NPC into a slightly more useful kind of NPC, and racked up a failed mission. After you've finished venting your frustration by emptying your balls into your new service robot's onahole, you'll have to [[head back to the mission room and try again|Capture-MissionRoom]].

Well. He does let you stay here rent-free, after all (and to be honest you're a little worried that deciding to not be "helpful" could end that). You glance down at the obvious outline of his cock through the denim, swallowing heavily, before nodding. "I... I guess. I mean, you know I'm not, uh..."\n\n"Nah, s'cool man, not like you've gotta be." Sean grins broadly, unzipping his jeans and fishing his cock out from the folds of his boxers. It looks... really big to you. Maybe not the massive tool that the girl on the screen is still eagerly and loudly sucking on, but it's definitely the biggest you've ever seen in person. "Like I said, you're just helping me out," he continues, giving the thick shaft a few light strokes.\n\nGulping again, you give another small nod and then slip off the couch, moving around in front of him since that seems the easiest way to do it. You stare at Sean's cock from close up as he rests his arms on the back of the couch and leans back, watching you expectantly. Tentatively wrapping a hand around the shaft, you give it a few slight strokes. Is it weird that it feels... hotter... than your own ever has? You keep stroking it lightly, stealing a glance up at Sean's watchful face. Realizing you're really only delaying the inevitable, you angle his cock a bit further towards yourself and slide your mouth over the head of it.\n\nIt's definitely weird just to think you've got another guy's cock in your mouth. You try sucking at it and licking at the underside of the head, just sort of getting used to the feel of it filling up your mouth and the taste of it. You make a bit of a face as you feel something slick and salty on the surface of your tongue... pre? But before you can get too focused on all that, one of Sean's hands comes to rest on the back of your head and gives you a bit of a push down. "Mmf!"\n\n"No need to get fancy, dude, it's just stress relief," Sean says mildly as he keeps up the steady pushes, relaxing after each one so you can raise back up before he presses you back down onto his cock.\n\nWith him pushing you like that to make your lips slide along his length and your tongue stroke along the underside, it's not long before his tip is pressing against the back of your throat. You gag some each time, but Sean just keeps pushing you and then you can feel his cock spreading your throat open. After that it somehow seems a lot easier to gulp and swallow it down. Sean moans and grunts eagerly above you, starting to push harder each time, so you soon find your cheeks rubbing the material of his jeans and boxers, and your lips pressed around the root of his cock.\n\nYou feel a little light-headed at the moment, amazed by the reality of what you're doing. You also notice something that the feeling of being pushed into deep-throating your friend's dick had distracted you from before... your own cock is almost painfully hard inside your jeans. You take a moment to undo the buttons and yank the zipper down just to relieve some of the pressure, but that's all you've got time for before Sean begins urging you into movement with his hand again. His cock slides in and out of your throat again and again, your own drool dribbling down along the shaft whenever you raise up. The sound of your own gagging and gulping is almost loud enough in your ears to drown out the sound of the porn still playing on the TV. Your eyes widen as Sean suddenly moans and shoves you down hard. You can feel his cock twitching and shuddering in your mouth and something hot and liquid deep in your throat, but you're swallowing reflexively by this point, and by the time you realize what's happened you've already swallowed his entire load.\n\nYou're struggling to breathe a bit by the time Sean finally removes his hand, and you yank your head up with a gasp, somewhat slimy saliva briefly connecting the tip of his cock and your lips. You cough a little as you catch your breath, bringing a hand up to wipe your mouth.\n\n"Ah, man, fuck, that wasn't half bad." Sean grins broadly, looking down at you and then at the screen. You glance over your shoulder, seeing that the porn has moved on to the big black guy fucking the cute redhead up the ass. You probably ought to see it coming, then, but you yelp in surprise as Sean yanks you forward even as he rises from the couch. He switches to pushing you forward so that you're bent over the cushions where he was just sitting, yanking down your jeans and briefs, letting your own cock spring free and sway slightly.\n\n"Hey!"\n\n"Hey, still hard, man. Just relax, shouldn't take me too long." Sean reaches down to position his cock, and before you can voice any further protests starts to push into you, your virgin asshole slowly spreading open around him. He keeps going slowly enough, the churned mixture of your spit and his cum lubing him up as he slides steadily inside you.\n\n"Ah! Ah, fuck!" you groan, slumping against the couch and scratching at the cushions... partly because you're finding it feels <i>good</i>! Your cock throbs eagerly as Sean keeps pushing his own thick prick deeper inside you, the older boy giving in to temptation eventually and starting to thrust to work himself in deeper. One hand rests on your back and the other on your hip as he starts to really fuck you, his cock plunging into your surprisingly eager young asshole. You press your face into the couch cushions, panting and gasping, then starting to give a few more full-throated moans that aren't all that different from the ones of the woman on the screen.\n\nSean's fucking you hard and fast enough by now that his balls are slapping against yours, apparently uncaring of the old adage about "balls touching". He's grunting and practically growling, but obviously enjoying himself from the way you can feel his cock throbbing inside you. His thrusts are enough to shake your whole body slightly, making your cock sway and wag under your belly, brushing against the inside folds of your shirt. When Sean finally thrusts in hard and you feel warmth and wetness flooding inside you, it's like some final switch is flicked. Your eyes roll up and your tongue lolls out, a shudder passing through your entire body as your own cock twitches and starts firing long jets of cum to splatter against the inside of your t-shirt, soaking slowly into the fabric in little beads and puddles as you spill your load.\n\n"Woo. Whoa. That was not fuckin' bad," Sean grunts as he slowly pulls his cock out of you. You can feel ticklish little trickles of his cum sliding down your taint and over your balls, making you twitch a bit in a little aftershock of pleasure. "And no real fuckin' drama over it and pleadin'. You are awesome, man." Sean ruffles your hair affectionately, then stands up and heads for the bathroom. "I'm gonna shower first, then while you're taking yours I'll order pizza for dinner."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|CC1x3]]

Not wanting to put a damper on Sean's time with his girlfriend (which seems the absolute least you can do, being a non-rent-paying roommate), you hang around watching some guys play dice on a stoop for a few hours. The entertaining part being the cursing and the arguments, obviously, rather than the game itself. But eventually the sun starts to go down, and both not wanting to be out after dark and figuring it's late enough for Sean's girlfriend Terri to have gone home, you set off for the apartment.\n\nThe building's run down enough to be cheap, but still in a nice enough neighborhood that it's not some den of rats and crime. You'd ask Sean what the rent runs him, but you figure that at best you'd feel guilty for not paying part and at worst he'd ask you to start paying part of it. Just that realization is enough to make you feel guilty on its own as you use your key and slip inside.\n\nSean is slumped in a seat on the couch, legs spread and bored eyes on the television. He's a little lanky but with some definition on the shoulders and arms, at least, shown off by the blank tanktop he's wearing, which also bears the elaborate entwined lines of tattoos on his upper arms. His skin has a dark tint to it, his eyes are blue, and his hair is black but cut short and then spiked lightly... you're not really sure what his ethnic heritage is, and it's always seemed a bit rude to just ask directly. He's got a few piercings in both ears, and aside from the tanktop is wearing battered bluejeans and an equally battered pair of clunky black boots.\n\nHe glances up from the TV as you come in, then returns his gaze to the screen. "Hey, man," he mutters in a distracted, bored tone as you kick off your shoes.\n\n"Hey," you answer, walking over and flopping onto the couch as well. Neither of you speak for a little while as Sean channel-surfs. He's got the top-end cable package, though you're not really sure what he does for a living... that seems another thing that's somewhere between rude and unwise to ask him about if he doesn't volunteer the information. You blush some, though, as he hits one of the porn channels, showing a pretty redheaded woman looking up at the camera as she works her lips up and down a very fat black cock, slurping and gulping noisily at it as synthesizer music plays. You shift some in place as Sean stops his channel hopping there, feeling your cock pressing uncomfortably tight inside your jeans.\n\n"Terri wasn't in the mood today," he comments in a mutter, one hand moving down to rub at the front of his own jeans. Drawn by the motion, your gaze flicks downwards, noting the fairly impressive outline under the denim. \n\nNot wanting to be caught staring, you quickly yank your head forward, only to be stuck watching the porn again. You've seen this sort of stuff before, obviously, you're fifteen and this is the internet age, but never with anyone else in the room. "Uh, that sucks, man," you comment, since it seems to be the appropriate thing to say in this situation.\n\nSean gives a snort. "Nah, man, if she'd sucked I wouldn't be feeling so pent-up," he comments dryly. Then he gives you a thoughtful look. "Hey... how 'bout you?"\n\n"... Huh?" You look aside at him again, your own expression having gone blank.\n\n"You were takin' a look, right?" Sean smirks as you blush again. The motion of his hand on his crotch shifts, becoming more deliberate, the change in motion drawing your eyes again. "S'cool, man. Just, y'know... feelin' pretty edgy, it'd really help me out if you'd help me get some relief."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|CC1x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|CCplaceholder]]

"I think I'm gonna hit the bar!" you call to the others. "You guys go ahead and do whatever!" Receiving nods of acknowledgement, you turn and weave your way through the crowd, at one point briefly bumping into (literally) another equally-endowed girl with dark hair and wearing an extremely daring red dress.\n\n"Hey, just because I'm a boat doesn't mean you can symmetrically dock without permission!" she calls, then wobbles away laughing at her own joke. Okay, you are clearly near the bar, and... yup, there it is!\n\nIt's actually set up a bit like some sort of combination heathen altar and torture station, or at least it's decorated that way with chains and scary iron cages in various shapes (with one formed around a jack-o-lantern, making it look like it committed some grievous sin against the medieval aristocracy). The bartender is a beautiful woman with snowy white hair and wearing a black leather bikini, some sort of weird metal frame corset, and a mask on her upper face. As you approach she looks over at you, circles of red actually lighting up in the black lenses of the mask.\n\n"Here, worm, decide what you want," she declares, throwing a laminated strip of orange paper at you contemptuously before walking off. "And don't bother me until you know. Or ever, if possible."\n\n... Huh. ... Still more polite than some of the bartenders you've met. You flip over the menu and look at the list of drinks. No actual descriptions, just names... you have a vague sense from some of them that they get stronger the further the list goes on, but apparently part of the fun is not knowing exactly what you're getting? Ah well, booze is booze, right?\n\nYou'll order theeeee...\n\n<hr>\n[["Party Girl".|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Wild Thing".|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Knockup."|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Hole in the Wall".|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Knockout".|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Mind Eraser".|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Final Countdown".|BuddyFHP]]

"It's my time to be you," you inform the dead man.\n\n"As you will, suffer and grow," he counsels you in return.\n\nAnd then you're where he was, the roots coiling around your lower body slowly, inevitably, and constantly crushing you, your bloodstained hands twisted into the trunk, your upper body shoved forward and presented to existence and the cold and wind of it. And you suffer. You suffer silently, in a way that your body doesn't truly know, staring out into the darkness of the depths and turning this over and over again in your mind, wondering why you chose this, wondering why you did this, wondering why this is happening to you.\n\nAnd after a millennia, after an eon, after an eternity, a single thought thrums through your whole body.\n\n'Life is suffering. Death is release. But life is life, and death is death.'\n\nYou gasp loudly, jerking a bit in your sleeping bag before settling, laying there staring, your body sweaty beneath the baggy shirt and pants you're wearing, the enclosure of the bag feeling stiffling and... crushing. You quickly unzip it and shove out of it, your aunt murmuring and shifting quietly in her own sleeping bag beside you. Pulling on your shoes, you step out into the still dark morning air, looking around as you rub at your upper arms. Yes, this is reality, everything's real, and you had... a hell of a dream. ... Something seems odd, though. Frowning, you take a look around again, is everything sort of... askew, or tilted maybe? After a moment you try closing one eye, okay, no change, you open that eye and close the other, and everything goes dark.\n\n... Oh. Well, shit.\n\nNaturally your aunt freaks out pretty bad when she wakes up and very hastily drives you back to civilization. The doctor at the hospital examines your eye but can find nothing wrong, and neither does the specialist they call in, so it's off to get a brain scan, but nothing there either. And then you get home and repeat the entire process with your parents. After more scans, more examinations, they simply can't find any physical reason that you've gone blind in one eye. Eventually it's simply decided to keep watch on it and keep bringing you in for scans occasionally, and in the meantime just pretend there's something wrong with your eye and cover it up because apparently that makes more sense than continuing to treat it as healthy but nonfunctional.\n\nAnd so, that whole affair having pretty much eaten up your summer, you return to school looking a bit like one of those anime characters that wants to make themselves look more unique than day-glo hair colors can provide. (Meaning they have you wearing a white padded medical eyepatch because gotta keep your perfectly healthy eye from being damaged since we're treating it as if it were already damaged. Or something. Honestly after the last few months you sort of tuned everyone out since they seemed to be talking over your head to your parents anyway most of the time.) Specifically you're in your gym clothes and out running the fields, currently alone since you had to spend some time convincing the coach that being blind in one eye didn't make your legs stop working. Your breath fogs a little with your puffs of breath, glad to be able to get back to physical activity after everyone treating you with kid gloves all summer, apparently afraid you'd jar loose the cloaked brain tumor in your head or something.\n\nYou almost trip over someone who's flopped in the running field ahead of you, apparently having done so somewhere between everyone else finishing up their run and you starting yours, since there was no commotion. You have to hop back a bit to avoid stepping on him, staring at the sprawled form of a rather large man in a flannel shirt and battered, stained jeans and workboots, blonde hair done up in a number of braids of different sizes as well as some of it being left loose. Weirdly you don't have any feeling of apprehension towards him, he actually seems familiar somehow. "Uh... hello?"\n\n"BWUH!" The man shoves himself up with his hands, looking back and forth blearily, a bit of dirt and grass in his thick and largely untrimmed beard. He stares at you for a moment, eyes apparently struggling a bit to focus, before he grins. "Ah... it's you!" He shoves himself up further, clambering to his feet a bit unsteadily. He opens his mouth as if to speak, before his upper body wobbles to one side, prompting him to hold up a single finger. "Wait." He shifts to the other side, obviously just barely sober enough to be standing at all. "Wait." His head sags back and takes his torso with it, the only thing remaining in place being his hand with the 'just a second' finger up, leaving him apparently staring at the sky. "... Wait." He pops back up, braids flung over his shoulders before many of them settle back, and he blinks a few times at being upright again, before grinning once more. "Yeah okay we're good, alright, yes, wonderful."\n\nNow that he's on his feet, you can see that he's pretty toned, but also with a bit of a gut, like a toned down version of some of the 'power lifters' you've seen in youtube videos. Or maybe like the guy who played the Mountain on Game of Thrones, he's pretty damn tall too, probably six and a half feet at the very least. He brings a hand up to run it over his hair, then grins and steps forward, clapping his big hands to your shoulders. "It's you. I've missed you!"\n\n"Uh... thanks?" you reply, blinking.\n\n"Of course. Now, follow me, I've delayed too long already, but I passed by a liquor store and they have so many interesting bottles to draw the eye," the blonde declares, turning and setting off purposefully towards the fence.\n\n<hr>\n[["What the actual fuck are you on about?"|Odin]]\n\n[["Yeah okay."|Odin1x2]]

Right, it's still a few weeks away, you can do a fundraiser for plane tickets in that time... you'd arrive at the event way fresher and with a lot less fuss, plus you imagine your coach would be much happier at not having to drive all that distance.\n\nOf course, plane tickets aren't free. You're still going to have to raise the money for them, and as captain it's up to you to do it. The school will still help out with providing certain materials, since you are a sports class after all, but you'll have to be the one to arrange everything.\n\n[[Car Wash|SKCWStart]] - Probably the easiest way to make money, at least. It's late spring, between pollen and light dust rains people need their cars washed often, you could put in a handful of hours on the weekends and probably make the money.\n\n[[Door-to-Door Candy|SKCanStart]] - A faster way than the car wash, though you might have to put in some more time. Still, cute girls selling sweets door-to-door, you think you could pull this off.\n\n[[Bake Sale|SKMIStart]] - Probably the most boring way of raising the money, since you'd just sit there and wait for people to come by.

Well, may as well check out the new homeland. No use staying about up here and risking running into a human that could actually, conceivably do something negative to a newly-created demon. Sure, there are lots of negative things to happen in the lower planes as well, but, those are more certain and obvious dangers. Swinging up onto your hellsteed's back and taking a moment to luxuriously grind your pussy against his spine, you lean forward and rest your hands on his powerful neck. The demon equine rears and whinnies loudly enough to shake the room, metallic hooves clawing the air as the cement floor cracks and sunders, spouting flames and belching sulfurous gas. You guide your steed to twist and plunge into the opening, galloping at breakneck speed down a portal of fire.\n\nEventually the portal opens and you gallop out onto hard-packed red earth, your steed rearing and whinnying boomingly again as the ring of fire snaps closed behind you with a puff. As the beast below you thuds back to all fours and settles down with a short snort of flames, you take a look around. There's not a whole lot to look at around here... it's rocky, fairly desolate land around the packed road, mostly of red and purplish stone, with spires and piles of boulders in the distance, and mountains faintly visible beyond that. Off to one side, a bit distant, is black water, the sound of waves crashing on the shore and the raucous cry of something leathery and winged carrying on the breeze just barely audible.\n\nYou glance about, and soon spot a convenient signpost nailed to a crooked, dead-seeming tree. One crude, warped arrow points one way down the road and reads 'Xkghton - 66 Miles'. The other points the opposite direction and reads 'Nothing - 6000 Miles'. ... What an interesting choice for a place to put the sign. Still, the choice seems obvious, either visit Xkghton, or head off into the vast wastes of this plane to seek your own fortune with nothing to your name but the hellhorse clasped between your bare thighs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Xkghton.|GGHell2x1]]\n\n[[Wastes.|GGHell1x1]]

You eye the cover of the classical children's tale, noticing that it's apparently been altered for the park's theme by replacing the Big Bad Wolf with a Big Bad Velociraptor. You open the book and flip through it, noticing that someone's added a crudely-drawn penis to all the images of the Big Bad Velociraptor as he stalks the three little pigs. Three guesses who that was, and you're not sure if you're more disturbed or bemused by the fact that hyperintelligent killing machines apparently like to doodle on things like bored junior high boys. During your examination, you don't notice Jane and Callie both slumping over until your own vision swims and you thud face-forward in the glossy volume. \n\nWhen you come to, you find you've been moved into some sort of lab room that still has its equipment. You seem to still have your bodysuit on, but you're on all fours and metal restraints around your forearms and thighs are holding you in that position. Across from you are Callie and Jane, arranged so that you're all looking towards the center of the room. Both are similarly restrained and still dressed, though Jane's lost the shirt she had tied around her middle, so you know that she isn't exactly fully covered. \n\nA door slides open and a trio of the "brain raptors" enters, clicking and hooting to each other, and leering their sharp-toothed grins at you as you notice them, and the massive red erections they're sporting. One of them moves over to stand by you, apparently directing the others as they move touchscreens on swingarms into place over Jane and Callie. Jane begins yanking at her bonds and struggling, while Callie watches with a sort of detached air of curiosity. You watch as the raptors tap the screens to bring up some sort of visual menu, both of them selecting the same things... a solid green outline of a pig. The one over Calie adjusts a slider bar to read '50%', while the one at Jane's side leaves the screen above her as reading '100%'. Both tap a screen and then walk over to a little panel at the wall, waiting until a whirring noise has finished before extracting small vials filled with slightly differently-colored fluids. Their forelimbs surprisingly limber, each begins loading a pressure injector with the vial.\n\n"What are they doing?!" Jane demands, still struggling futilely against her bonds. She obviously can't see what's going on, and you're left staring in mute shock as you wonder the same thing, though you're starting to get a very frightening idea.\n\n"Oh, you don't wanna know," Callie replies, almost cheerfully. "But you'll find out in a minute."\n\nThe raptors finish loading the injector guns and make their way back towards the other two captives, claws clicking on the floor. The one who's apparently assigned to Calie moves around behind her immediately, pressing the injector to a bare portion of her back, making the barely-dressed scientist gasp a little. The one assigned to Jane, however, moves around in front of her, apparently wanting to watch the scowl on her face as it jabs her in the neck and injects her, before moving to take its place behind her as well.\n\nBoth girls soon begin grimacing, as if in pain or simply at feeling something strange. You can see their skin slowly starting to take on a more pinkish hue, their ears growing and thinning out, noses beginning to turn up, even only moments after injection.\n\nOh no.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Sauria22x2]]

You feel a chill run through you, not entirely sure whether it's just fear or the start of the transformation. You find yourself staring at the other two, wondering who you'll wind up more like. Callie seems to be in afterglow as much as the raptors are, her broad tongue hanging out of her mouth with a stupid grin curving the lips of her piggish muzzle. Jane seems to have managed to get a look down at her own hooves, her floppy ears twitching as her eyes widen in shock. Then both begin giving animalistic squeals as the raptors start slowly thrusting again.\n\nYou can feel the pressure in your face and head as it begins to happen, your nose pushing out and twisting up, starting to change into a muzzle. The change seems to be happening to you more quickly, as you can feel your butt expanding in the tightness of your bodysuit and your belly and sides expanding. You try to shout a protest, but all that comes out is a loud, angry oink, your vocal chords having already betrayed you! As your tits start to shrink away and you feel new sensitive nubs beginning to protrude from your belly, the raptor behind you rips a hole in the crotch of your already straining bodysuit.\n\nYou let out a long animal squeal as your virginity is claimed even as you transform. You try to toss your head but find its range of motion limited by the way your neck has changed to keep you looking forward, down the blunt-tipped snout now protruding into your vision. You're not sure if it's something about the raptor or your changing body, but you cum almost instantly the moment he thrusts into you, letting out another loud orcine squeal as the orgasm races through your changing body.\n\nYou cum again and again as the velociraptor pumps your plump piggy pussy, letting your head sway back and forth as your bodysuit rips apart to reveal your barrel body and teats, arms and legs shortening to allow for your permanent quadruped stance. Soon you can feel the strange pressure of the changes end, and are left to focus on the sensation of being flooded by raptor cum, setting off the most powerful climax you've had yet, your strong muscles clamping down on his dick as if your new body desperately wished it could get pregnant. \n\nAs you come down from the haze, feeling the raptor's dick still throbbing and twitching inside you, and seeing the same thing happening to Callie and Jane, something tells you that you've lost any hope for winning this scenario and returning to your old life. While inside you still might be Sam, just a normal girl from Deviville, in body all you are is livestock.\n\nYou and your friends are nothing more than three little pigs.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|Sauria22xEnd]]

The raptor behind Callie pulls the crotch of her panties aside and grips her hips before thrusting into her, making the scientist shriek as she's stuffed with dino dick. (Probably not for the first time, from what she said.) Jane gives a rather angrier cry as her own pussy is jammed full of raptor cock again, both of them continuing to give their own distinct vocalizations even as their faces distort further, starting to form muzzles with upturned snouts, their bodies growing thicker. \n\nYou can see Callie's belly starting to droop under her as she gains weight, her panties stretching as they try to keep up wit her expanding hips and ass, her bra tightening as well as her tits begin to get bigger, the undersides poking out from the bottom of the white material. But more than that... new bumps are starting to form below her original breasts, pooching out, soon becoming identifiable as small new breasts below the originals! Her whole body is becoming a bit plumper, arms and legs gaining padding, the restraints automatically adjusting. You notice that her fingers are changing as well, index and middle fingers fusing together, the same for ring and pinkie fingers, her nails starting to blacken and grow to cap the ends of her changed digits. You can just catch a glimpse that something similar is happening to her feet and toes.\n\nJane seems to be undergoing a rather different process, though. Her bodysuit is definitely stretching out as she gains weight too, but it's all in different places. Her belly and ass are definitely expanding, but her tits are actually shrinking away, it looks like, the extra cloth stretching over her fat stomach instead. The taut fabric begins to split at the sides, showing more pink skin as her torso takes on a barrel-like shape. Her fingers fuse similarly to Callie's, but begin to shorten and withdraw, those hooflike nails growing thicker and bigger, well on their way to being actual hooves as her arms shorten and shift. You can see her boots thump empty to the floor as her legs similarly begin to shrink and reshape.\n\nAnd through it all the raptors are happily fucking their pussies, teeth bared in wolfish grins as they work their hips. Callie and Jane have both continued to cry out as they're violated, but the sounds have quickly changed... at first from surprise and protest, and then to pleasure, and then gradually more and more into animalistic squeals and grunts. Callie still has a fair bit of human look to her face even with her new orcine muzzle, though her glasses have gone askew, no longer fitting on her chubbier head, her hair a tousled mess. Jane, however, is squealing through an entirely transformed muzzle and face, her hair even having fallen out to drift to the floor, leaving her with only a fine, dark dusting atop her head as would befit a pig's coat. You're so distracted by the sounds that both other girls are making that you don't notice the beeping of the screen above you, or the sound of a vial being filled.\n\nThree things happen almost simultaneously. The first is that the raptors fucking the transforming girls both thrust forward and give nearly matching joyous roars, obviously flooding both their hapless captives' pussies with dino spunk. The second is that both Callie's and Jane's clothes give way; Callie's bra and panties tear at the sides and her glasses drop broken to the floor, leaving the plump pig-girl with her six fat, floppy tits swaying freely under her and curlicue tail angled up above her full butt, while Jane's bodysuit shreds at the sides and back and falls away, revealing her entirely quadruped anatomy and her slightly droopy animal teats, the one turned into some sort of human-pig hybrid, while the other is simply a <i>pig</i>, nothing but some vague look of humanity left in the eyes to indicate she was ever anything else. The third thing is that you feel cold metal against your neck and the strange sensation of liquid being pushed into your veins.\n\nOh crap!\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Sauria22x3]]

You're taken back to the rabbits' pastel, egg-shaped little town and moved to their newly remodeled production facility, where your arms and legs are slid into colorful sleeves in the wall that cinch tight around them, leaving you spread open and on display constantly. A tube is hooked up to your mouth, feeding you a constant supply of something that tastes like the goo filling inside chocolate eggs, and the rabbits set to work, multiple ones fucking you and dumping their cum in you, making your belly swell up until they back off and let your womb fill with Easter eggs of different sizes and types, each one pushed out of your pussy by multiple orgasms to drop onto a little padded conveyor belt where they're sent over to be cleaned up, polished, and shipped out... at least, that's what you judge from the talk going on around you, since you can't see much other than whatever rabbit is currently fucking you, your own tits and belly (usually swollen with either cum or eggs), and some of the walls, a reflective window giving you enough of a view to see your pussy spread open around the eggs. You can tell by the sensations they're different... some have a smooth, slippery feel, those are the plastic ones, some have a slightly rough feel that works your pussy up even more as it squeezes and pushes them out, those are the foil-wrapped chocolate, some have a smooth-rough feel and are smaller, usually coming out in little batches, those are the dyed chicken-size eggs (although still big for those), and occasionally there are bumpy or spiral ones, you don't know what those are for other than making you cum so hard you almost pass out.\n\nThe closer it gets to Easter the more rabbits tend to fuck you before hopping back to let you gestate your batch of eggs. Days before the actual day, you're being pumped full of so much cum that you already look twelve or more months pregnant just from the cum, and your eggbelly grows so large that it almost brushes the ceiling, leaving you to give birth to hundreds of Easter eggs. But even once the day passes, it doesn't end... the rabbits seem to relax, only one or two of them fucking you before allowing you to lay the eggs, but apparently there's at least some demand for their product year-round, or they're stockpiling. Either way your existence continues to be one of being bred and laying eggs constantly, whether asleep or awake.\n\nOver time your diet of egg cream plumps you up, mostly in your ass and tits... it's not like you do any moving around to work it off, though you suppose you're avoiding becoming too much fatter than that because orgasms burn calories and you're having those near-constantly. Eventually a thick, white, sweet-smelling fluid starts seeping from your engorged nipples, and the rabbits give out a cheer before hooking up tubes over them. You give a squeal around the tube in your mouth as the powerful suction starts up, making your tits bounce and jiggle with the motion of the tubes as they move up and down, suctioning out the gooey cream filling... looks like you've just become a production facility in more ways than one.\n\n"Boy, we've never had such a great producer!" one of the forerabbits declares, lifting his little hardhat off over his ears and rubbing the top of his head in adorable fashion. "It's a good thing that such a pure diet of no-additive egg cream is an immortality potion, would hate to lose her after only fifty or sixty years!"\n\nA shudder runs through your twitching, orgasming body at that. Immortality... an eternity of immobility, being fucked and laying eggs, all while constantly cumming your brains out. If only you'd gone to the regular store!\n\n<b>Holly's Easter</b> end - <i>Egg factory</i>

There's even an empty seat right there at the table. Perfect! Perhaps expecting things to go a little more smoothly than is realistic even considering your situation, you walk over and plop down into the chair and swing to face the rest of the table, grinning brightly. "Hey guys! What're we doin'?"\n\nThe four of them stop their conversation and turn to stare at you. You realize that you're probably being a little forward even for an adventurer trying to join a new party, but now that you're committed, best to stick with it, you just keep a smile on your face.\n\n"And who th' blazes are ye?" the dwarf growls in a thick, Scottish rumble. You do your best not to grin even more at him, since you're pretty sure that would be insulting. But he's <i>adorable</i>!\n\n"Oh, my name's Cyan. I'm a-" You stop just short of saying 'rogue'. Sure, back where you come from you and your friends refer to yourselves by character class, but here announcing yourself as a 'rogue' might be a bit offputting. "-woman of many skills," you finish in a somewhat lofty tone instead.\n\n"I bet," the fighter mutters.\n\n"And just what makes you think, young lady," the wizard says in his own lofty tone, stroking his beard. "That we need someone of such 'skills'?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be snide.|GGRogue3x1]]\n\n[[Be humble.|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[[Be yourself.|GGRogue1x3]]

Joining up with a party would mean more trouble to get into, right? Also more people to help you carry stuff when you steal everything that's not nailed down! That is what you do now, right? As you start looking for the typical tavern, you begin to ponder exactly what sort of rogue you're supposed to be. Do you steal from the party? That might actually be bad considering you can <i>actually</i> get stabbed for it now, but it is a tad traditional after all...\n\nEventually, you do find a likely-looking tavern, the <i>My Little Prancing Pony</i>. You get a number of odd looks as you stand outside of it, no one getting why you seem to be laughing yourself sick just from seeing the name on the sign. Eventually, still giggling and pressing a hand to your side, you push open the door and walk in.\n\nIt's about like you figured... comely serving wenches, meat roasting on the fire, a few more shadowy corners for dark and mysterious types to lurk in than should be strictly allowable by the architecture. You've heard this place described around a bunch of different tables and in innumerable chatrooms and forums (some of which you may have slightly fudged your age on a form to be allowed into), actually seeing it in person is making you a little giddy. You resist the urge to grin and hop up and down, mostly because you notice there are various sets of eyes on you. Trying to look casual but not too tryhard, you stroll around as if looking for a place to sit, sizing up various possibilities.\n\nFirst of all, sitting right out in the open and chatting animatedly, are what looks like your [[standard party of adventurers|GGRogue1x2]]... human guy in a chainmail shirt with a sword and shield, dwarf in fullplate, old guy with long white beard, cute girl in a white cloak trimmed with red diamonds. (Mixing genres a little bit there but you're used to that, it's pretty normal to you.) They don't look like they have anyone sneaky with them, so you could likely walk right up and sit down, just slot yourself right in. Then there's a group of [[slightly sinister-looking women|GGRogueplaceholder]] standing off to one side of the fireplace, talking in low voices to each other... they're all dressed in the same red and black leather armor, so they must be some sort of guild or something. Hey, all-girl guild of sneaky stabby sorts, sounds like you'd fit right in there too. And then there's a raucous, laughing group of [[big beefy guys|GGRogueplaceholder]] that looks like it's partly humans and partly half-orcs, and all of them wearing little if any armor. A bunch of meat shields might actually welcome someone to disarm traps for them, right?

It's a particularly wicked thought, but hey, he's gotten to have his fun with you all day... why not get some back? You've never gotten to put your cock in anyone, and apparently you fuck dogs now, so why not, y'know... fuck the dog?\n\nYou urge Shep up onto his paws and move behind him, leaning in under his tail. His hard cock has already started to slip free, glistening in the dim light of the bedroom, and comes completely out as you start licking at his furry balls, nuzzling your nose at them and flicking your tongue out against them, Shep apparently quite enjoying the attention. Then you move your tongue up, working it over the puckered muscle of his thick black asshole. Your cock is throbbingly hard at the idea that you're giving a dog a rimjob, and that it will soon be buried deep inside the hot hole your tongue's currently swirling around the entrance of. This is partly because, well, the idea came to mind, and partly to see how Shep reacts... from the perk of his ears, he was certainly surprised, but now he's even lifted his tail up, not letting it get in your way as your tongue continues to lavish over his pucker.\n\nAfter several minutes of tonguing Shep's asshole, working it in as deep as you can manage, and stroking his cock with one hand while you stroke your own with the other, you rise back up onto your knees, then scoot forward. Moving in imitation of your canine lover, you drape against his back and wrap your arms around his middle, waiting for a moment to see if he seems bothered. When he just glances back at you and flicks an ear, you shift your hips and give a few experimental thrusts, until you feel the head of your cock nudge up against the slight yield of his ass. Then you push forward, moaning lowly at the feel of the animal's tight ass spreading around your prick, shuddering a little as that heat just seems to swallow you up and squeeze all around you.\n\nSoon you can feel your balls pressing up against Shep's furry ones, and begin thrusting, not particularly holding back, since he seemed to like fucking you hard so well. Indeed you can hear the dog beneath you panting and giving his own sort of moans just like you did when he pounded his cock into your ass, with you adding your own moans to it as you pump your dick into him. Of course, with this being the first time you've ever had a nice hot hole wrapped around your cock, it doesn't take long before you're gasping and thrusting forward, painting the walls of the big dog's ass with human cum, your cock twitching and jerking inside him. You rest on top of him for just a few moments, before sliding off, your cock slipping out of his smeared hole as you immediately move to the side of him and settle on all fours. Shep quickly moves and leaps onto your back, thrusting his cock into you and taking you the way you just took him, the bitch having become the breeder once again.\n\nThe rest of the night passes much the same, with one of you on all fours taking the other's cock, then the fucker dropping right down to get fucked. At one point, both of you needing some rest, you roll Shep onto his back and start a more leisurely licking and sucking on his cock. You're a little surprised when you feel his broad tongue sliding across your cock, and even a little worried when his muzzle closes around your shaft, but he seems to be doing a fairly good job of sucking on it.\n\nYou may be tired in the morning, but it's going to be a really good week!\n\n<hr>\n[[Later...|QOD]]

Well, Jack certainly didn't seem to mind having him in the house, and he's pretty well-behaved... y'know, when he's not raping you. Though admittedly it's not exactly rape at this point... anyway. You call, "C'mon, Shep," and wait for the dog to hop up and trot over to join you, acting as obedient and mild-mannered as ever as you head inside to the kitchen.\n\nIt's a well-appointed one, though you pretty much doubt your ability to use it to make much more than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, which is what you make. After checking Shep's feeding schedule, you notice he's allowed a treat about now... well, he has been a very bad/very good boy, so you fish out one of the faux bacon strips and toss it to him to munch on while you eat your sandwich over the sink. While you're drinking your milk, you suddenly feel Shep nosing and bumping his muzzle against your ass through your jeans. You blush, but the stiffening of your cock in your pants says that at least part of you has recharged. ... Oh well, why not?\n\nStepping away from the counters and into the empty space in the middle of the kitchen, you undo your pants and slip them and your underwear down around your knees as you go down onto all fours. Shep doesn't need to be told twice, quickly mounting up and thrusting into your ass. This time you moan unreservedly as you have your ass pounded by the big horny dog, even bucking your hips back towards him and gasping out the occasional 'yes' as he fucks you, your cock wagging beneath you almost as much as Shep's tail is wagging from finally having a lusty little boibitch to pound his puppy prick into. At least this time you're fucking on a tile floor, so that when you cum all over it from Shep pushing his knot into your ass, it's really easy to wipe up once he's done filling your ass with dog jizz.\n\nThat's pretty much how the rest of your day goes. After fucking you Shep will calm down for a little while, and loyally follow you around the house like the best-trained dog you've ever seen. But eventually, whether you're watching TV or playing on your laptop or taking a pee, he'll start nosing and licking at you, and soon you're down on all fours with his cock pounding away at your ass, moaning and panting and whimpering like an eager bitch for him. You're admittedly pretty exhausted by the time you climb into bed, not bothering to get dressed, and not at all surprised when Shep leaps up into bed with you and cuddles right up. Oh well, you'll change the sheets later anyway. You go to sleep with your arms wrapped around his big, furry form, the sound of his breathing in your ears.\n\nLater on that night, you wake up, mmfing and shifting slightly. You're not sure what exactly woke you up, but you know that your body is reacting to Shep's pressing against you the way it's been trained to by today... your hard cock is rubbing against the soft fur of his back, throbbing eagerly. You see Shep's ears twitch and his head lift slightly, mouth opening in a wide, tongue-curling yawn.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get him ready to fuck you again.|QODS2x1]]\n\n[[Why not take your turn?|QODS1x4]]

What truly humiliates and shames you is that it feels really, <i>really</i> good. You can't help but start moaning as you feel that thick red cock pounding into your ass, the sound joining Shep panting heavily in your ear and the splashing of the water as he works his hips. Your own cock quickly hardens underneath you, jutting into the water stiff and throbbing hard beneath you. Completely out of your control, your hips jerk back some, pressing you towards Shep's thrusts, the horny dog wrapping his forelegs all the tighter around the middle as he makes you his panting, moaning bitch.\n\nYou lean your head forward, shuddering some as you feel his hot breath washing over your neck and his tongue flick over your ear, as if just to help remind you that it's definitely, definitely a dog with his long, thick cock pumping into your ass. Your own tongue starts to loll out some as you begin to abandon yourself to the feeling, the world becoming nothing but the shaky view of the house's wall, the sound of Shep panting in your ear and the sloshing of the water, and the feel of him on your back and pumping away inside of you. You start to become a little more alert as you feel something thicker start thumping against your spread open asshole, pushing it just a little wider every time. And then Shep's knot pushes you open enough for him to slide all the way in, popping inside and leaving your pucker to close around the base of him. The feel of that knot shoving into you and the sudden rush of hot wetness deep inside is enough to push you over the edge, and you groan as you start firing long ropes of milky cum into the water, your cock twitching and shuddering.\n\nShep just stays up against your back, forelegs wrapped around you to hold you in place as he continues pouring his cum inside you, your own cock gradually going somewhat limp underneath you. You shiver, trying to come to grips with the fact that earlier today you were a perfectly normal, straight teenage boy, and right now you've just cum without even touching your cock by being raped in the ass by a dog. Eventually his knot deflates, and Shep slides off of you, shiny red cock slipping free of your well-fucked ass with a rush of cum, the dog almost immediately going back to romping in the water and conveniently washing himself off. You lean there against the side of the tub for a moment more before climbing out and crawling over to the patio area.\n\nBefore you can even get to one of the chairs to start pushing yourself up, Shep is out of the tub and on you like a shot, mounting up again, that long red spear of a cock thrusting a few times before finding your already well-fucked asshole and thrusting inside, making you gasp. This time you don't even bother resisting, just bracing yourself on all fours and letting Shep fuck you, your cock rapidly growing hard again, this time bouncing freely below your belly as Shep's furry balls swing forward to slap against your rather smoother ones. You bite your lower lip and let your head hang some, closing your eyes and again losing yourself in being Shep's bitch. You really hope no one's listening on the other side of those privacy fences, because they'd hear you moaning and gasping like a slut while the dog on your back pants and ruffs softly.\n\nShep eventually knots you again, that swollen red ball shoving itself deep into your ass, his cum starting to rush into you, the stimulation of that knot pressing and swelling inside you setting you off and sending out long ropes of cum onto the concrete. However this time, after a few moments Shep shifts on your back, then swings around ass-to-ass with you, as if you were a proper bitch. He seems to have settled in to stay knotted for quite awhile this time, even as your own orgasm finishes, so this time you reach under yourself, grabbing your slender prick and starting to stroke it again, moaning at the way your strokes of your overstimulated cock make your ass twitch and squeeze around Shep's canine cock. This time it's Shep's shrinking knot letting him pull out of you, the feel of that long, thick, slick prick sliding along your asshole that sets you off, your cock twitching in your hand as you cum on the cement patio again.\n\nThis time Shep doesn't seem inclined to go after you again, just yawning and settling close by to lay down. At least it looks like he dried off while he was fucking you and knotted in you... and he seems fairly clean. You're able to get up without incident and head over to the pan again to clean yourself off. Once you've washed all the dog cum off of your ass and thighs, and while you're washing your own cum off of your hands and belly and chest, you're basically faced with the fact that you enjoyed getting fucked by a male dog... and you want to do it again. Blushing, you head over to the table to pull your clothes back on... and take a moment to use a wet cloth to clean up the cum to left on the cement, just in case.\n\nWell. Even if you wanted to do... stuff... again right away, you're feeling a bit tired. And hungry. Probably best to head inside. As you head for the door, Shep lifts his head and looks over, as if waiting for whether you're going to call him to go with you or leave him in the yard.\n\n<hr>\n[[Bring him inside.|QODS1x3]]\n\n[[Leave him outside.|QODS]]

Well. It is just you and the dog here. As nervous as it makes you, it doesn't seem like your fairly arbitrary shyness is worth having to spend an hour scrubbing mud out of Shep's fur. You step over to a nearby patio table to set down your cell phone, then pull off your t-shirt and slip out of your shoes and socks. You hesitate for just a moment more, before undoing your jeans and pushing them and your underwear down, setting them on the table as well. When you look up again you notice Shep is watching you intently with his ears perked. "W-what?!" you demand with a blush, then feel stupid for getting flustered by a dog looking at you. He's probably just used to Jack wearing a swimsuit when he gets in.\n\nYou chant to yourself that you've got no reason to feel embarrassed or self-conscious as you head over to the box to get out the dog shampoo and a brush, then climb into the water, suppressing a bit of a yelp at the cold. You do a sort of half-step over to Shep before settling down on your knees. Luckily the water isn't <i>that</i> cold... the nights are pretty warm lately, and the sun's been out and shining down on it for awhile now. You squirt some of the dog shampoo into your hands and start rubbing it across Shep's back and sides, the dog apparently rather enjoying it since the only real problem he gives you is that his tail's wagging around enough to give you a bit of a trouble with trying to soap up his haunches since they're wiggling.\n\nThe only trouble comes when you get out the brush and start trying to scrub him. Shep apparently decides this is actually an attempt to play, and keeps trying to grab at the handle of the brush with his mouth while you're attempting to use it on him. The dog splashes around, washing off half the soap you just applied in the process. "Hey! Would you... c'mon, quit it!" you complain, to no avail. You wonder if Jack has this much trouble? Morosely, you decide probably not... Shep probably takes him seriously. Commanding tone of voice, and all. You're just preparing to give your best attempt at such when Shep finally manages to seize the brush and give his head a little toss, flinging it just outside of the basin. "Darnit!"\n\nSighing, you scoot over to the edge of the basin, leaning forward and reaching out a hand, pretty sure you can grab it without having to get out. However, as you're bent over and reaching out, you suddenly hear a splash, and then feel something fuzzy and wet thumping on your back. Before you have time to do much more than yelp in surprise, Shep is shifting forward and slamming his cock deep into your ass. Your eyes go wide in shock at the feeling of something long, thick, and pointy-tipped slamming deep into your virgin hole. Almost immediately Shep is pounding away at you, too, fucking you up against the side of the metal tub as if his life depended on it. You grab at the edges of the tub, trying to push up to get him off, but all it does is wind up sliding your legs further back and giving Shep an easier time of slamming forward into you, his plunging hips kicking up splashes of water every time he shoves his cock into your ass.\n\n\nYou're being raped by a dog! And the worst part is...\n\n<hr>\n[[... you can't stop it.|QODS]]\n\n[[... you love it.|QODS1x2]]

You haven't actually tried out something like this with your new skills... or, well, any of your new skills, really, beyond realizing that you knew how to stab someone real good. Drawing the puzzle closer, you look it over carefully, examining the metal closely and how it fits together. Doing so, you notice several small, glowing marks on it. You take a closer look, your brain helpfully pointing out what they most likely are and the best way to deal with them. You scratch all but one off with your thumb, and make sure to leave that one completely alone as you now go to work on actually disengaging the shapes from each other.\n\nSince you're watching closely, you notice when the little glowing symbol changes partway through, and pause to scratch it off as well before continuing. But finally you thump a hand lightly on the table in front of the wizard, drawing it away to leave a star, a moon, and a square all sitting in front of him separately.\n\n"Extraordinary," the wizard murmurs, raising his bushy eyebrows. He looks over at the fighter. "Kon, she is clearly invaluable to our hopes for future success. Sign her to our charter posthaste, I really must demand it."\n\n"If you say so. I gotta say I'm starting to like her attitude. Alright, girl, listen up." The fighter begins introductions, gesturing with one big hand as he does. "I'm Konrad of Sudera, I lead this little band. This short pile of metal is Ulf, from Mt. Olstorra. On one side of you is Zadaan of the College of Ethereal Arts, on the other is Alanna of the Church of Bright Hope. I'll trust you to figure out which is which."\n\n"Nice to meet you, your holiness," you say to the wizard, before snickering and shaking your head. "Sorry, had to. Anyway, I'm Cyan. From nowhere you've ever heard of, trust me."\n\n"We'll see about trustin' ya after ya've proven yerself a time're two," Ulf mutters.\n\n"Don't mind Ulf, he's just bad about saying what everyone's thinking." Konrad gives you another one of those wolfish smiles. "Here." He fishes something out of a pouch on his belt and slides it across the table to you. You unfold it and find a typical adventurer's charter... well, at least you assume it is. You read over it, finding about what you expect. In short: Signer agrees that all treasure shall be divided equally, with exceptions made for obvious need of useful items, and one extra share to be designated as party funds. Signer shall make good faith attempts to protect the lives of other signatories. Signer shall respect the life and property of other signatories. And so on. Zadaan hands you a quill and ink from somewhere, and you sign, noticing that the ink glows some as you do. Probably magically binding, interesting. Well, you don't have any intentions of violating it, so that's fine.\n\n"Now, as to what we're doing," Konrad continues as he accepts the contract back, folding it and putting it away again. "We were just discussing heading to a place called the Oldebahd Caverns. It's said that a mad king turned part of it into a storehouse for his most valued treasures. No one's been able to find out if that's true so far."\n\n"Very few survive the caverns. Or at least not many escape to tell of what they've seen," Alanna interjects, her voice soft. "But some of the descriptions do match up to ancient guardian devices made in the time of King Ahtash, who was by many accounts quite mad."\n\n"Even if there is no treasure, being able to study such devices would prove invaluable," Zadaan says firmly. You notice Konrad rolling his eyes, and suspect this is something he's heard before. "It is a lost technology, one that could have innumerable benefits to-"\n\n"We leave in th' mornin'," Ulf cuts in gruffly. "If ye've not a mount, I'll trust ye can manage t' secure one an' meet us at th' west gate 'fore seven bells."\n\n"Sure!" you chirp happily.\n\nEveryone seems to take that as a signal to turn in for the evening, and you track down the barkeep to get a room for yourself. It's pretty comfy-looking inside, really, if spare... not really anything other than a bed, tiny round table, and a chair. Well, you don't exactly need much, you'll be leaving in the morning you remind yourself excitedly. Flopping down on the bed, you stretch out a little, then wiggle your dagger out from under you and slip it under your pillow instead.\n\n<hr>\n[[You've had a long day, just sleep.|GGRogue4x1]]\n\n[[Don't wanna miss departure, try to sleep lightly.|GGRogue1x5]]

"I really want to get off of this island," you admit, shivering a little. "Even if the way there is more dangerous, it'd definitely be good to just get away."\n\n"Alright. We're here," she says, indicating a place offset from the center of the island, about halfway between it and one edge. "And the docks are here," she continues, pointing to the end of a stretch of land on the opposite end of the island. "From what I've been able to learn from scraps of papers I've found, they were planning on building a big luxury hotel by the docks, and there would have been two tours, one that started here at the center for people that flew in, and one for people who came by cruise ship to the hotel. A lot of the roads between here and the docks are apparently either not complete or were damaged when this place went to shit, so we'll have to go the entire distance on foot."\n\nYou wince a little as you glance at the scale meter towards the bottom of the map. "That's... a long way to walk."\n\n"Through a jungle full of weird mutant dinosaurs, yeah. What's worse is that there's no way we can make all one trek of it... we'll have to make at least one, probably two, stops to sleep. Even if one of us stays awake to guard, it's going to be a really vulnerable time. There's a pretty good chance one of us won't make it," she admits, glancing at you in a way that says it will probably be you.\n\nYou can't really argue. As the closest thing to a seasoned veteran there is here, you'd pick her to survive too. Which is what has you looking back down at the map worriedly. "Isn't there any other way to get there?"\n\n"Not that I can see. I mean, if you can spot something I can't, feel free."\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to find another path.|Sauria8x2]]\n\n[[Try to find a way to avoid stopping to rest.|Sauria10x1]]\n\n[[Give up and accept her plan.|Sauria]]

Desperate to avoid having to travel that far overland through rapedino-infested jungle, you begin dilligently looking over the map, trying to spot absolutely anything Jane might have missed. Eventually you blink, pointing. "Look, what's this?"\n\n"It says 'Maintenance Hatch'," Jane notes, leaning in briefly, then shrugging. "It probably just accesses some wires or a breaker room or something."\n\n"No, look how big it is. Plus there's some faint blue lines running from it to different places, see?" you add, running a fingertip along the map and through part of the jungle.\n\n"Huh?" She leans in closer and squints, then lets out a soft "Holy shit." She turns and rustles through some other piled-up documents, then hauls out a clear plastic sheet that she rolls out over the map... bringing the almost invisible blue lines into focus with solid red ones. "You're right, there's a series of maintenance tunnels running throughout the entire island... this must have been how they intended to access the various paddocks and support areas without actually having to go through the enclosures where the dinos were."\n\n"And there's one that leads right to the dock area," you note, tapping one of the circles that indicates a hatch close to the middle of the jut of land. "If we can find our way through the tunnels, we might be able to get there without ever even seeing a dinosaur!"\n\n"Maybe," Jane replies, sounding a little doubtful. "I wouldn't put it past a few of them to have found their way down there. But even if they haven't, the access hatch is in a room adjacent to a Biter nest."\n\n"Uh." 'Biter' is somehow both generic enough to make you laugh and ominous enough to make you shudder, and you look at Jane as she shrugs.\n\n"I'm no dinosaur enthusiast, I just came in this place when I thought it was a ride or whatever because I thought it sounded exciting. I don't know what they're based off of... I think I kind of remember some movie where they called something like them 'campies' or something."\n\n"So they've got big jaws, or...?"\n\n"No, they're little. But if they bite you, it... well, you'll get super turned-on. I guess they have a venom or something that's an aphrodisiac. One bite will get you so horny you have trouble thinking straight within a few minutes. Fairly early on I got bitten three times," she continues, wincing a little. "I just barely managed to make it back to this place and get the door blocked. I spent the next two days... look, nevermind," she mutters, blushing brightly. "I don't know what happens if they manage to immobilize you that way, but it's probably not good. They're basically the reason I have to be so careful, even in here... most of the prowling dinos don't like this place, maybe it's how cold it still is, but the Biters love it here and they'll range in ones or twos through the whole place. I generally try to stay away from their nest since that's where they stay most of the time when they're not raiding the food storerooms."\n\n<hr>\n[[We'll have to chance it.|Sauria]]\n\n[[We'll have to do something about the Biters.|Sauria]]

"God <i>dammit</i>!" you snap, then groan and place both hands to your face, starting to cry.\n\n"Mmf?" Cody stirs, then sits up, blinking and reaching out to rest his hand on your upper arm. "Hey, hey, Buddy, what's wrong?"\n\n"I'm still a <i>girl</i>!" you reply amidst your sobs. "This is never gonna wear off! I'm gonna be stuck like this forever!"\n\n"Hey, we don't know that, c'mon," he murmurs, obviously trying to be soothing as he rubs at your arm. He opens his mouth as if about to say something else, then just closes it and gives your arm a squeeze. "... What time did you put on the costume, maybe-" he finally tries.\n\n"Don't give me that bullshit, I'm stuck, I know it!" you snap back, yanking the ponytail tie out of your hair and tossing it against the wall in a fit of pique. You don't resist as he tugs you in to hold you against his chest, hating yourself a little for just crying against his shoulder instead. Eventually you sit up, wiping at your face and hauling the sheet up over your bare breasts. "Shit. Sorry."\n\n"Don't worry about it," Cody replies evenly, holding up a hand. "You don't have anything to be sorry about."\n\nYou take a few deep breaths, wiping your palm across your face again. "... Okay. Okay, we have to start dealing with this. We have to figure out how to handle me suddenly looking and sounding like an entirely different person. Shit, even my fingerprints and corneas have gotta be different..."\n\n"Buddy, do you really think now's the time to-"\n\n"It can't wait!" you huff, then hold up a hand. "... Look, sorry, but we can't wait on this. The longer we wait the more likely someone will notice that 'Buddy' is missing, and if that happens we're screwed, I'll lose everything. The house, the trust fund, the accounts, all of it."\n\n"Alright, so we get started today," Cody answers, nodding, obviously thinking more about keeping you calm. "We start working on building a new identity for you, we both know people who can do that and keep it quiet, we break the transfer up into little pieces. It'll take a few months, but we can concoct a story, say... you went on a world tour looking at different investment opportunities, keep it vague. You'd need to come stay with me until we got it all sorted, so no one noticed a... well, a strange woman was living in Buddy's house, but-"\n\n"Or," you interrupt, staring down as you nibble nervously at your thumbnail. "Or we do it all at once. We do an event that already involves shifting around a lot of identity papers and property, we hide the new identity and property transfers in that, we can have it done by the end of November." You lift your head. "A marriage."\n\n"Er," Cody says, leaning back a little. "Now, Buddy, hold on..."\n\n"No, see, it's perfect!" you blurt, turning towards him. "We can get a bunch of stuff into the system quickly, and any discrepencies will be written off as just the havok that occurs during a wedding! It works especially well if we say the new me is actually foreign, I can speak Japanese! For the rest of it, we... we say I decided to go off and live with nature! Reevaluate my life! I gave everything to you as a wedding gift, that way I can keep it and it's really both of ours!"\n\n"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!" Cody yelps, reaching out to rest his hands on your shoulders. "Hey, slow down a little here! You're literally planning our wedding! ... The legal side of it, anyway," he adds with a slight grimace. "That is... an awfully big thing to ponder just to shave a few months off of this transition, don't you think?"\n\n"Cody," you whine, looking at him pleadingly.\n\nHe sighs, lowering his head a little. "Look, I'm not... saying no, just take a minute to think about this, alright? Try to get a clear head and really consider what's best for you not just by the end of November, but the rest of your life facing this."\n\n<hr>\n[[Slow transition.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Do the wedding.|BuddyOct]]

There's only one thing that could possibly hurt that badly, and it's obviously exactly what you need. You shove one of your own massive, clawed hands inside your jacket, unable to help letting out a howl of agony as your long fingers wrap around the source of your suffering. Luckily for you it hurts so bad you don't even care about the extra pain as you grab the male by the muzzle and yank hard, his fangs tearing out chunks of your flesh but coming away. You twist him, forcing him down, then shove your hand and its payload of silver bullets into his muzzle before wrapping both hands around it.\n\nThe male's eyes shoot open wide, and his own howl of suffering dies as you see a slight bulge pass down his throat. He starts scrabbling and clawing at you desperately, kicking and writhing, smoke actually rising from the vicinity of his stomach. Then his eyes roll up and his massive body goes limp. You wait for a moment more before releasing his muzzle, allowing him to thud heavily to the ground. Panting with exertion and pain, you turn back to the rest of the situation. The other werewolf is laying sprawled on the floor, a knife jutting from a red splotch in the fur of its throat... and Daniels has a very, very big revolver pointed at you.\n\n"... Just stay back, love," he says, his voice surprisingly even. "If you can understand me, stay back and don't come any closer."\n\nYou nod slowly, watching shock pass over his face as you do. After a moment your breathing calms, and you feel a strange sort of all-over relaxation as your body shrinks, claws retracting into your fingers and toes, heels lowering to the floor, muzzle shortening and flattening, and fur disappearing as your second pair of breasts shrinks away and disappears back into your chest. You glance down at yourself after several moments, finding... well, you seem to be a bit taller, and more muscular, and you've gained about a cup size, but it's you. You dressed in nothing but a badass longcoat, but you're just happy to see skin and only two boobs again. Then a wave of exhaustion passes through you and you totter in place, starting to topple forward.\n\nStrong arms catch you, angling you around and lowering you to a position half-laying across a lap. "Easy, love, easy," Daniels murmurs, keeping your shoulders elevated some. "I've got you." He looks you up and down, and if you had more energy you might blush at his apparent appraisal of your naked body. "Not a scratch on you, just like them. But I've never seen one of them hold on to their human morals or allegiances... every Wulfen's only loyalty becomes to the pack. How did you...?"\n\n"Didn't... wanna be the one everyone in the reviews calls a loser," you murmur, grinning wanly at him.\n\nHe just stares at you, then laughs. "Well, whatever that means, love, glad it worked."\n\nGood lord Sean Bean is handsome. Er, Daniels. You find that you can smell him, everything about him, from the leather to the gun oil to him, masculine and sweaty and virile, mingled with the scent of blood. Your heart is starting to pound again, energy coming back to your muscles.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiss him.|Hellrise]]\n\n[[Time to stand up now.|Hellrise]]

No. No, you refuse to go down like this. You refuse to be robbed of your humanity for making a stupid mistake. You're not going to be "that idiot" in this horror movie review! \n\nYou let out a howl as your transformation completes, the rest of your clothing tearing free, save the coat, which instead seems to have popped a number of internal tighteners to allow it to fit various sizes and seems to still fit, after a fashion. You go still for just a moment... then come up swinging at the werewolf who darted you. You get to see a look of utter shock on that canine face for a moment before your hand slams into it, claws raking through fur and opening up skin as he's actually lifted from his feet and sent slamming into the side of a staircase.\n\nYou leap after him, lips pulled back from your sharp white fangs and your coat flapping as you grab him by the shoulders and sling him into the nearby wall, wood cracking and splintering from the impact, and then moreso when you follow up by slamming into him. The two of you are muzzle-to-muzzle, snarling at each other... you're as big as he is! Wait, aren't the females bigger and stronger in some species of wolves? The thought that you're probably just as big and badass as a fully adult werewolf sends more adrenaline buzzing through your veins, and you barely even register the impact as his massive fist slams into your side twice. The followup punch to the side of your head is enough to knock you reeling a little, but you quickly snap back and sink your jaws into his shoulder, the male wolf letting out a howl of pain and fury before slashing his claws across your breasts. The sharpness of the pain is enough to make you whirl and toss him across the floor, the male rolling and coming to his feet just in time for you to finish your charge with a punch right to his head.\n\nThe two of you trade blows and slashes of claws, both of you's fur quickly becoming matted with blood from both of you. Despite your apparent slight edge in speed and strength, this werewolf is obviously more experienced in combat, and after several hard exchanges drives his elbow into your side, forcing you to twist and bend forward more. His jaws snap closed on the back of your neck, allowing him to get in a good slash towards your side. You manage to twist enough to make it a glancing blow, but you can hear his claws tearing fabric... and then feel an intense, burning pain, worse than anything you've ever felt, streak along your side.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ow ow ow ow get it off get it off!|Hellrise3x1]]\n\n[[Use it.|Hellrise2x3]]

There's already a stack of paperwork to do, and you can visit the advanced students to check in on them at any time... it looks like most of them need a bit of a talking-to or at most a scolding anyway, not super pressing stuff. You get to work filling out forms and going over guideline manuals for your new position, occasionally introducing yourself to a fellow teacher as they come in between their classes.\n\nYou're just starting to get close to wrapping up when your email notification pings. Bringing up the window, you note the title line of 'Time to pick your club again!' Club? You click on the email and read through. Ah, apparently it's at this early point in the semester where 'advisors' are chosen for the students' clubs. Teachers who are retiring, changing jobs, simply don't have time to be an advisor anymore due to a greater work load, or are just tired of being an advisor can vacate their positions at the start of the semester, and now is when new advisors are asked to volunteer to take over those vacant roles. It says that any teacher that has the free time is very much encouraged to take an advisor position, but it's apparently not mandatory (much in the same way that any socially mandatory thing isn't technically mandatory, if you're reading right). \n\nWell, you will have a fair amount of free time until they assign you more classes, even after overseeing the advanced students, you figure. So you follow the link at the bottom of the email to the spreadsheet listing the vacancies... looks like most of the more 'mainstream' clubs like the Reading Club and the Tea Appreciation Club have already been snatched up. Even as you watch more and more are being filled in, and by the time you read to the bottom there are only a handful of vacancies... and you're pretty sure it's because no one particularly wanted them. Still, when you were doing your reading earlier, you recall something saying that any club that's without an advisor by three weeks after the official designated club starting point for the semester would be disbanded. You figure you owe it to the kids to at least take a look and see if you could be of help to any of them.\n\nLet's see, first up is the [[Occult Investigation and Research Club|HelOIRC]]. The notes column next to the name, however, dubs in the 'weirdo aliens and ghosts club', making you frown. Well that's not very nice, teachers shouldn't be writing things like that about their students! You suppose you see why when you read the official description: 'A club dedicated to researching, investigating, and seeking out all the strange and unusual, including but not limited to aliens, psychics, ghosts, and magic.' So... yes it sounds like they are likely a bit odd, but still! They're teenagers, they should still be having fun with things they're interested with!\n\nThough you admit that view is a bit strained when you see that the next one down is the [[Secret Powers Development Society|HelChuu]], which the notes column calls 'chuunibyou club'. Oh, right, you think you heard of that... "eighth grader syndrome", where junior high students indulge in wild fantasies and "edgy" dramatic personas, clinging to the imaginative behavior of childhood while dipping their toe into the darker and more serious world that lies beyond. If it's a high school club that does mean that the students might be a little bit old for such fantasies, probably explaining why their last advisor gave up the position and no one wants to step in.\n\nThird is the [[Cultural Research and Appreciation Society|HelOtaku]], which the note calls 'otaku club'. Ah, yes, you've heard of this... students who want to use school resources to indulge their fannish hobbies. ... Still, you can't blame them for wanting a chance to socialize with people that share their interests, or to have a safe haven within the school, especially since you understand that Japanese schools tend to have something of a bullying problem. Even if it's an 'excuse club', it might have a valid purpose.\n\nThe last of the empty and neglected slots on the club list is the [[Human Behavioral Investigation Club|HelPerv]]. It doesn't have a note on it, interestingly enough, apparently it doesn't have enough of a reputation to get labeled. The official description reads 'To better understand how people interact with each other in society by investigating and recreating their dominant behaviors so as to encourage better connections among us.' That... sounds like it might be a club formed by, and for, people who have difficulty understanding others. They probably could stand to have some adult guidance to explain things for them, in that case.\n\nOf course, you're very new here, and since all of these clubs seem like they might be made up of outcasts, you suppose that making them further seem odd and different by making them 'the club with the American for an advisor' might not benefit them after all. Maybe you should [[pass on becoming an advisor|HelenJP]], at least for this semester, until you're more established and normalized.

Speeding up your thrusts, making them harder, you put the bed in some serious threat for its existence as Tifa screams out, her pussy clenching hard around you and her nails dragging down your back as you begin pumping her full of cum. You thrust forward hard, burying yourself balls deep in her spasming cunt as you empty yourself into her.\n\nTifa shivers and moans softly, and eventually looks like she starts coming back to herself about the time you roll off to the side and prop yourself up on your elbow. She sits up and looks down at herself, her eyes widening at her slightly spread pussy and the cum dribbling out of it. "Y-you said you'd pull out!" she stammers, staring at you. "I told you it's not a safe day! It's... oh no," she groans, putting her hands to her face. "Cloud will find out!"\n\nYou feign ignorance, looking curious as you tilt your head. "Why? Not like I'm gonna tell him."\n\n"Well I think he'll figure it out when I start <i>showing</i>!" Tifa snaps back, slapping your arm with one hand (and making her tits jiggle in the process). "What are we gonna do?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Convince her to break up with Cloud.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Convince her to trick Cloud.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Get her hooked on being knocked up.|FF7X]]

Getting at least a few pictures of the inside of the arcade is probably a good idea... your blog has plenty of crossover with different types of nerds, gamers included, so some images of old and possibly rare arcade machines left sitting and abandoned should stir up a nice mix of interest and outrage and get the views flowing. You're practically smirking at the thought as you approach the building...\n\n... then yelp and jump slightly as there's a crack and a shower of sparks, followed by a struggling buzz as a few parts of the neon sign light up again, flickering here and there, some letters lit and others dark, as if trying to spell out some sort of hidden message. Inside you can see some dim lights coming on and here faint, almost hauntingly familiar arcade game noises, like a ghostly echo of every perfectly normal arcade you've ever passed in a mall.\n\n"... Motion activated," you murmur to yourself, briefly glancing around for whatever sensor you must have tripped before giving it up and just walking through the door, once more assuring yourself that this must be nothing more than a power-saving device.\n\nInside, the overhead lights aren't on, but a number of the games and cabinets are lit up, now going through their 'attract modes' with example gameplay, little cinematics, or just flickering lights and game sprites to catch the eye and draw attention. Not all of them are lit up, leaving the ones that are dark and 'dead' to stand out more starkly somehow. It's strange but as you watch the flickering lights from the machines around them, you can't help but picture the game characters' pixelated smiles as having been twisted into leers, as if smug at having escaped the same fate... or gloating at being the cause of it. For some weird reason you remember one biology class teaching about how young trees will choke each other out as they compete for the same resources, even that gentle and unassuming part of nature killing to insure its survival... maybe it's a glance at the thick, chaotic masses of cables running between and behind the games, reminding you faintly of gnarled, overgrown tree roots.\n\n'Or maybe intestines,' you think with a light shudder as you pass one of the edgy nineties arcade cabinets just as its preprogrammed playthrough has one of the massive lizard characters rip off the head of its opponent and hold it up gleefully, the rough polygonal vertebrae swaying energetically below. Just as you've passed it, you pause and look back over your shoulder just in time to see the screen light up with the logo. ... Weird, for just a second you had the distinct impression both the lizardman fighter and the severed head of the ninja he was holding up were staring at you. ... Eh, probably just some clever, perhaps even accidental, effect from the curve of the screen.\n\nThere are a few of the other arcade standards besides the cabinet... a claw game (which you're actually really good at, incidentally), the wan lights from the overhead part of the glass case containing prizes shining like some faint (or maybe false) hope in the darkness. There's a 'Gallagher Gopher' hammer game that looks to at least be partly working, to judge by the little mustachioed animatronic vermin that occasionally pop up and waggle their arms around tauntingly. It looks like one of the skeeball machines is still working, too, even if just one, a flickering pattern of lights drawing inward towards the center hole as if beckoning.\n\nYou notice that one of the token dispensing machines has a vending cup that's almost overflowing with tokens. Huh, since some of the games are actually playable, getting some footage of yourself playing one seems like a good idea, just to prove you didn't mock all this up in GIMP or something.\n\n<hr>\n[[Play a cabinet.|WilmaFun7x1]]\n\n[[Play one of the other arcade games.|WilmaFun5x2]]

Maybe you need an older, more level head to help you wrap your mind around this. Getting up, you move over to the wall console and spend a moment looking up which room is Doc Trace's. Padding down the hall, you stop outside of the room and hit the comm button.\n\n"Hm? Who is it?" her voice almost immediately answers.\n\n"Um... Cypher," you reply, already starting to feel foolish about all this and considering just making an excuse and leaving.\n\nBefore you can get one in mind, the door slides open, revealing the doctor standing on the other side. You feel your mouth go rather dry at the sight of her... she's wearing a brilliant blue robe of what looks like silk, which leaves a generous amount of her very large breasts on display, and barely comes down to the bottom of her hips. Her hair has been let out of its ducktail and hangs down past her shoulders, and her glasses look like she's just put them back on. "Yes, Cypher, what is it?" she asks, swirling some amber liquid around in a short, overdesigned glass.\n\n"Uh... you're about to go to bed, or something, I guess," you stammer, blushing and feeling more ridiculous than ever. "I'm really sorry I tried to bother you."\n\n"Don't be ridiculous, you seem to be the one that's bothered. Please, come in," she urges, stepping back and gesturing you in with the hand holding the glass.\n\nYou hesitate briefly, but you're starting to feel even more foolish just hanging around out here, so you step inside. It looks like these quarters are a bit larger than yours... but then that figures, Cypher probably picked the most spartan, functional ones they had, the bastard. (Condemning Ami to the same since she wanted to be next to him, you'll have to ask if she wants to move.) These apparently include a fairly spacious living area, decorated with simple, elegant white furniture and a few abstract paintings on the walls. Heck, it even has what looks like a small bar area in one corner, with a floor-to-ceiling set of shelves with bottles of liquor sitting on them, the shelves transparent and lit faintly from the wall-side.\n\n"Have a seat, I'll get you something to drink," the blonde says in that light, smooth accent of hers, sashaying over to the bar and setting her own glass down on it.\n\n"That's really not-" you begin as you sit down, then blush and look away as she bends over to select one of the bottles, her robe riding up her full, round ass. But even your attempt to not look comes a little late, and you now have a brief glimpse of her bare sex seared into your mind. "... necessary."\n\n"There are obviously heavy thoughts on your mind, a few sips of something might help them slide off your shoulders," the blonde says primly as she pours a slightly lighter, more red-colored fluid into a glass matching hers, and carries both over to the table. You look towards her, then have to fight not to whip your head away as she bends down again to set it on the coffee table in front of you, her cleavage right at face-level with you. You shift in place as she settles into a chair across from you and folds her legs, just barely avoiding giving you another flash of her pussy as she looks at you.\n\n"... Is that your medical advice, Doc?" you try to quip, managing a bit of a grin as you lean forward to take the glass, doing your best to make it an opportunity to hide the growing bulge in your thin pants. \n\n"It's my personal advice, and as such 'Eia' is better for the circumstances," she says in a mildly scolding tone, before taking any of the sting out of it by smiling.\n\n"... Eia." You nod a little, taking a sip of the drink. You mmf a little at the heat and dryness of it, but it's not too bad, fading quickly and leaving the taste of... wood and cherries? You take another small sip, then sigh. "I guess... I guess the thing with Koro is still bothering me."\n\n"You feel responsible," Eia replies, giving a small nod. You can't help but note there's no hint of a question there.\n\n"Yeah," you say with a sigh.\n\n"That is because you are responsible." When you look up at her, obviously stung, she shakes her head. "I don't mean to accuse you, Cypher, nor am I casting blame or aspersions. But you acted as leader during that mission, and so whatever occurs, you are going to have to be responsible for it. Whether that's reasonable, unreasonable, or even ridiculous, that is your duty as the one with the level head and the decision-maker."\n\n"So I'm responsible for something that has affected the entire rest of Koro's life," you mutter, slumping in place.\n\n"Correct. And you would have been no matter what happened. Every mission we go on affects the entire rest of our life in ways large and small, Cypher, and even by taking part you bear at least a little responsibility. If it had all gone flawlessly and without incident, there would still have been a large paycheck that affected Koro's decisions on how to move ahead in his life. That's how life works, our decisions shape us." She takes a brief pull from her glass, then smiles at you, letting out a soft, breathy laugh. "Well, I say that, but Koro's decisions and what happens to him... her... are pretty much the same whatever happens. Keep working, keep fighting, keep having fun. Taken in moderation, it's not a bad philosophy."\n\n"So just... move on, is that it?"\n\n"You don't really have much of a choice, do you? Even if you did your best to stay in the same place, the rest of the universe moves on around you. Literally, it is never in the same spot one moment to the next, moving, changing, and it will catch up with you eventually no matter how you try to hunker down and hide." Eia shrugs, the robe coming just a bit loose and sliding further down her shoulders, baring a little more of the upper slopes of her breasts. "In the end, our lives are defined by three things... what we have to do, what we need to do, and what we want to do. What we have to do and what we need to do, they are often things we have little control over. What we <i>want</i> to do, that is one of the few things we can truly control and choose how we act on them. So, Cypher..."\n\nEia leans forward towards you, the front of her robe draping down and hanging away from those large, heavy tits, revealing the puffy, stiff nipples capping them, her expression completely serious as if she were utterly unaware of it, save for the bit of fire in her eyes. "What do you want?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Some sleep."|Cypher]]\n\n[["Another drink."|Cypher]]\n\n[["You."|Cypher]]

"We just won't tell Cloud then, right?" you say in an overly reasonable tone, trying not to smirk quite like you want to. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him, after all, so we just won't let him know about it."\n\n"Uh..." Tifa looks both shocked and shocked to be tempted by that, squirming a bit more on your lap. "I... don't think that's really-" Then she cuts off with a gasp as you slip your hand under her skirt and down the front of her panties, stroking over her slit. Your fingers slide easily over the wet folds of her pussy, feeling her get even more wet at the sudden and direct touch.\n\n"C'mon, Tifa, seems like you're really eager," you coo, making her gasp again as you actually slide two fingers inside her. "Let's fool around, it'll be our little secret."\n\n"Oh... oh..." She shivers, then moans out softly before saying, "O-okay... but just... let's make it quick, alright? Just... a quickie?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fine, bend over.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Nah, let's go upstairs.|FF7X12x2]]

"Just put a delayed opening sign out and let's go upstairs," you urge, swirling your fingers around as you speak, enjoying the way Tifa gasps and her eyes glaze over a little bit.\n\n"Y-yeah... alright," she agrees, quite quickly this time. Once you slip your fingers out she practically jumps off of your lap, hurrying over to the door. "Um... go on up, it'll just take me a minute," she adds with a glance at you, absentmindedly smoothing out her skirt.\n\nYou grin, then wander on upstairs, poking your head into a few doors until you find what's obviously her bedroom. You stroll inside and spend a few moments shedding your clothes, then settle down naked on the bed, legs spread as you face the door, your hard cock jutting up. You give it a few light strokes, admittedly impressed by the extra length... it'd be on the large side even for a porn star, let alone the average guy. A few minutes later when Tifa walks into the room, she almost stumbles at the sight of it, her red eyes locked on it, tongue obviously flitting across her lips unconsciously. She's very quick about shedding her own outfit, tits dropping free and wobbling as she works her way out of the shirt, hips and ass getting compressed and then jiggling a bit as she forces her barely-unbelted skirt and her panties down over them, toeing out of her boots and socks as she peels out of her gloves. \n\nTifa quickly slips over and leans down to kiss you again, her eyes closing as one of her hands moves down to wrap around your cock, making you mmmn softly into her mouth. But it's her who's moaning as she pumps her hand slowly up and down your pole, squeezing it gently here and there as if getting a feel for how hard it is. It must be quite a bit larger than Cloud's to make her react this way! Maybe he hasn't been quite pleasing her... well you guess if 'CHA score' equals 'dick size', Cloud's not the most charismatic guy in the world, is he? Poor chocobo-headed bastard.\n\nYou grab Tifa's ass with both hands and haul her back onto the bed with you, the barmaid gasping as she settles halfway on top of your chest, her tits pillowing against you. She continues stroking and pumping you off as you run your hands over her back and knead her ass, her body wriggling eagerly against yours. Finally she breaks the kiss, her face flushed and lips parted as she pants. She nibbles her lower lip for a moment, then flops onto her back, tits wobbling gently from the motion of both that and her rummaging around in the drawer. Then she leans back to you, holding up a condom wrapper.\n\n"Y-you should wear this, it's... it's kind of an unsafe day for me," she confides, face flushing brighter.\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Convince her you'll pull out.|FF7X12x3]]\n\n[[Convince her to let you fuck her ass instead.|FF7X]]

"Oh, don't worry, I'll pull out, I promise," you answer quickly, flashing Tifa your best winning smile.\n\nShe hesitates, obviously uncertain, squirming in place... but a glance down at your cock seems to decide her. She quickly sets the condom aside and gives you a nod, spreading her legs wider as you roll over on top of her. You prop yourself up on one hand and reach down with the other, pressing the tip of your cockhead between her soaked lower lips, then pushing in and forward as you lean down to kiss her again, feeling her tits press against your chest. She moans into your mouth, sucking your tongue eagerly as you push deeper and deeper in, spreading her wide around your prick, her arms and legs both wrapping around you.\n\nYou press forward until you can feel your hips meet hers, then begin rocking forward, amused by the greater strength and ease of control this body has than your own... you're able to drive Tifa against the mattress hard enough to rock the bed, making her cry out and toss her head back as the frame of the bed creaks and thumps against the wall. Somehow you doubt Cloud ever fucked her hard enough to make the bed's legs thump against the floor and be heard downstairs... probably all sadfaced during sex, the most passion he's able to wrangle a 'slow and gentle loving' thing. Meanwhile Tifa looks like she's been wanting to be <i>fucked</i> for awhile now, bucking her hips against you eagerly, her strong legs tensing to drive you forward into her harder, her skin starting to glisten with sweat. Her pussy squeezes eagerly around you, like it's trying to suck you deeper inside of her, hot and almost gushing around your thick prick.\n\nWith the buildup of the rather thorough makeout session, as well as the sight of what amounts to a sex goddess bucking and writhing and crying out in pleasure beneath you, it's not long before you can feel yourself getting close. Your cock swells, getting just a bit longer and thicker as you get closer to the edge. Any moment now you're going to let loose, and to judge from the feeling (as well as the size of your enlarged balls), it'll probably be a big one. And a potent one.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pull out as promised.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Knock her up.|FF7X12x4]]

You emerge from a solid clump of wreckage, looking around at the ruined landscape around you curiously. Did... something happen? You're fairly certain something happened to you, and that something happened here, but it's... so hard to hold on to anything, your thoughts are scattered, it's almost impossible to focus on anything.\n\n"Here, looks like this one was a nice house, gonna see if I can get inside."\n\nWithout really thinking, you head through one of the nearby walls and towards the source of the voice. You seem to be in the ruins of a rather opulent dwelling, rendered dark and dusty by the ruins that are the top section of the sector seven plate. You stare at the man that shoves open the door, scruffy and dressed in dusty, stained clothes, the heavy pack he's carrying marking him as a looter. But as he sets the pack down and takes a look around, you can't help but draw closer to him.\n\nLife. Life. You want to be closer to his life. His feelings, his senses, his passions, his life.\n\n"Wha?!" the looter yelps as, from his perspective, the fly of his pants opens all on its own and spreads open, his underwear sliding down and his limp cock fished free of them, your fingers wrapping around the soft flesh of his shaft and indenting it, albeit unseen by him. Still, it rapidly hardens as you stroke it and reach through his pants and underwear to fondle his balls, feeling how warm they are, how full of life and how his pleasure radiates from him as you touch them.\n\nThe living man moans loudly as you slide your mouth and throat effortlessly over his stiff prick, your ghostly passage having no concept of a gag reflex. The deeper his hot flesh and blood prick goes inside your phantasmal throat, the harder it throbs and dribbles pre through you to spatter onto the floor, the more of your lingering concept of identity and memories of your human life fade away. Your unseen outline gradually fades and disappears along with your concept of self, until as his cock shudders and twitches and fires long jets of cum through the air unimpeded by your spectral self, you're left with nothing but a single purpose and drive...\n\n... to pleasure the living and bathe in the warm glow of their life and emotions.\n\n<hr>\n[[The End.|FFTL2axEnd]]

"I don't know," you groan, really wishing you had never asked about the book now. "The first one, then. The... ink-thingy."\n\n"Incubus, I think it means. Okay, let's see. We'll need some chalk..."\n\nSoon the two of you are out on Maya's back patio, with her drawing a design in chalk on the ground and you trying not to look at her butt with her bent like that. Finally she stands up and sets the chalk on the table. "Okay! We're ready for the chant!"\n\n"And I guess it will show up inside that thing?" you ask, pointing at the outline.\n\n"Psh, it's not gonna show up at all," Maya answers with a wave of a hand, while reading over the text. "But it actually doesn't say, just that stuff about 'in its own time'. So, never. Still, may as well, just to see if I can pronounce this gibberish." She clears her throat, then raises a hand, doing her best to use an imperious tone despite obviously having trouble with the unnatural words. "E cissuh vundr y dnybbo meddma nyba veaht! Cusa kenmo meddma tasuh vilg fedr y sycceja lulg yht ihmesedat lis!" She winces a little at the obvious difficulty she's having, but still manages to bring her hand down and then sweep it up, putting some extra oomph into the last line. "L'suh, uin yccac fuh'd nyba drascamjac!"\n\nDespite you both reassuring each other of the book's falseness repeatedly, you both stare at the chalk circle expectantly. When nothing happens, you let out a laugh that probably sounds a little too relieved. "Probably doesn't work if it's not midnight on Halloween, huh?"\n\n"Good party idea, Jamie," Maya answers, closing the book and grinning a bit. "But yeah. I dunno, let's watch a movie or something."\n\nEventually, you return home and do all the various home-y things, like having dinner, playing on your computer, and finally changing into pajama pants and going to bed. Somehow you feel very tired, perhaps exasperated by Maya's shenanigans, and wind up flopping on your back above the covers and passing out almost immediately. \n\nYou're sleeping peacefully, until the feeling of the bed shifting slightly under you causes you to wake. You blink into the moonlit room, feeling shock as you realize someone is standing over you... and then becoming paralyzed with fear as your eyes adjust enough to take in details. Standing with feet on either side of you atop the bed is, well, a demon... red skin, short black horns on his forehead, jet black hair, glowing red eyes with black sclera, and a wide smirk with several sharper-than-normal looking teeth. While he looks roughly your age and size, there's something more feminine about his build, the curve of his face and hips and limbs. But there's nothing feminine about the cock dangling down from his crotch, the thing thick and long even while soft, swaying a bit as he shifts his feet... although not as much as the spade-tipped tail flicking around behind him.\n\n<hr>\n[[Eep.|QOInc1x1]]

Well heck. Zero pregnancy risk, very little chance of either party blabbing, and Sarah won't even have to leave the house to get her fix (thus also avoiding chances of hotel receipts or something being found). You guess there's a slightly higher chance of being caught, but you'll have to do your best to manage that. You hope that as an angel, you may be slightly better at managing risk than a dog. You close the book and go floating through the house until you find where the dog, Bull, is laying flopped on one of the heating vents. Despite the name he's not any variety of dog with 'bull' in it, but rather a large, rather regal-looking German Shepherd. Probably would have been pretty intimidating to you when you were human, but now at least he can't bother you.\n\nThen you erk and flit back in midair a bit as he raises his head and looks right at you. His head tilts, one ear flopped a bit, clearly seeing you from the way his eyes focus. "Uh... hey, boy," you try, waving a little. At his soft 'boof' of response, you clear your throat. "Um, listen, I'm an angel. So you get I'm here to do good things, right?" His head tilts the other way and he gives another low 'boof', as if not sure whether he wants to start barking and trying to chase you away. "... Okay, cards on the table, I'm here to make sure that Sarah is happy." His head perks at that, tail starting to wag a little. Oh good. Well, honesty is working, so. "Basically... she needs to get laid. And I'd like to use you to do it."\n\nThat makes his flopped ear perk up even more, and his tail start wagging much faster. Oho. Taking that as permission, you tilt forward and let yourself fall towards him. A moment later you find yourself looking out at the world from his position. It's a little weird... you're aware of his field of vision with more limited colors, but you're also picking up the kind of brighter and more thorough view of the world you've had since becoming an angel. It's easy enough to get to your feet, all four of them, and pad around the room, tags jingling and nails clicking just a bit. No issues with control, and you're vaguely aware that Bull is fully welcoming of you and eager to cooperate. Gotta wonder if he's been wishing for a chance to mount his master's "bitch" for awhile now.\n\nHm, speaking of which, you guess it's time to put those supposed cherub instincts to work figuring out how best to, well, get Sarah riding the red rocket. You settle back down on the heating vent (look, it's comfy, okay? the dog can't exactly put on a sweater when it's cold out) to consider. Three options come to mind as you start turning over the issue. You can take the [[long and slow|ChJa]] approach, basically gradually strengthening the bond of affection between Sarah and Bull until the idea occurs to her all on its own. You could take the [[temptation|ChJa]] approach where you find an opportunity to give Sarah some major, obvious temptation that she could act on almost immediately. Or... and you're a little shocked that this really seems like a viable option, but apparently she just comes off as that in need of a good hard dicking... you can find an opportunity to [[just mount her and fuck her|ChJa2x3]]. It's probably just a question of which you think is best, since any of them seem, to your mind, like they'd probably result in her being sexually satisfied at the appropriate time.

"I say we take out the bandits," you decide after a moment's thought. "I mean no one's really gonna complain about one less bandit gang in the world, right?"\n\n"Two, since nobody listened to my idea, but yeah, fair 'nuff," Kama agrees.\n\nVery early in the morning, with the sun barely up, the four of you set off in the direction indicated by the map, Meridia and Wick leading the way and occasionally whispering back about what she sees ahead. Soon enough you come to what's obviously an encampment. The inhabitants all seem to be awake, but a number of them are lolling outside their tints and milling around the fire, obviously still half asleep. There's about a dozen of them, maybe a few more out of sight doing typical morning things, mostly clad in mismatched patchwork armor that still somehow looks vaguely uniform. Yup, bandits alright.\n\n"Alright," you whisper to the others. "Since there's so many more of them than us, and I'm not seeing any way to use the environment, I think we should be pretty straightforward. We rush them, hit them hard, take down as many as we can before they even know what's happening. Hopefully by the time they wake up and realize they're actually under attack the numbers will be a little closer to even."\n\n"Ooo, I like this plan," Kama chirps from beside you.\n\n"Not the most elegant thing in the world but I agree, with this batch of disreputables I think we might take out as many as half of them before they have a chance to fight back," Meridia murmurs.\n\n"I'm good with those odds," Liyal adds, drawing a flail with multiple different-shaped heads out from behind her cape and giving it a flick to unfurl the chains. She notices you staring and blinks. "What? It's the god-dess's favored weapon."\n\n"I bet," you mutter, trying not to think too hard about how all those polyhedronal dice shapes really do look deadly sized up, cast in hard metal, and in some cases with sharpened edges. "Okay, on three, ready? One, two, THREE!"\n\nThe four of you burst from hiding, Kama somewhat impinging on the idea of giving them less warning by roaring loudly. Still, she takes down two bandits almost immediately, her big half-blunt sword smashing one to the ground and sending another toppling over with his head still on but at a decidedly sickening angle. Liyal smashes someone across the head with the flail, providing them with an interesting variety of cuts, contusions, and blunt force trauma, while Meridia thrusts out her hands, a flickering motion in the air in front of them preceding a pair of bandits being lifted off their feet and flung backwards slightly, dropping to the ground with their chests crunched in. For your part, you wade in using your longsword, slashing one bandit across the throat before wheeling and stabbing another through the belly. Part of you is screaming that you're actually killing people this has gone too far what the hell is happening but luckily the part of you that's treating this as just another game encounter is still in charge for the moment.\n\nIn the first few moments of the skirmish your party really has almost halved the number of bandits. You wheel to face the other half of the camp, where the rest have quickly armed and oriented themselves. A pair of the bandits have retreated back past the semi-line of the others and separated from each other as well... a green-caped archer who's nocking an arrow and raising his bow, looking like he means to shoot over the heads of the melee fighters and into your group, and a man in a patchwork cloak of numerous bright colors who's raising his hands, his mouth moving with words you can't hear from this distance.\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus on the archer.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Focus on the other guy.|GGWar2x7]]

"CASTER!" you shout, pointing your sword towards the chanting man. "Kama, kill that caster, NOW!"\n\n"ON IIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTT!" the Tiefling literally roars, her eyes turning red with black sclera as her muscles visible bulge, the bikini-clad woman charging forward in a beeline towards him. The line of melee fighters balk a bit at the sight (and who can blame them), which is probably why she's able to almost literally smash right through them, sending several tumbling to the ground. The others try to regroup and harry her... leaving them completely open to you and Liyal attacking them from the numerous openings left by their focus on the raging barbarian. Kama gives animalistic yowls of fury, not pain, as an arrow thunks heavily into her upper arm, and another into the side of her stomach, but she doesn't so much as flinch, let alone deviate from her path.\n\nThe archer's fingers are shaking some as he nocks his next arrow, but it never gets to fly. He obviously catches some motion or senses some danger since he wheels around and brings his bow up in another direction, but it doesn't stop the multiple projectiles of acid from striking him heavily and bursting, the now viscous green fluid spreading over his body. He gives a horrible scream that quickly turns into a gurgle as he collapses to the ground, form growing somewhat less distinct.\n\nEither the death of his covering fire or the huge part-demon bearing down on him distracted him or Kama was just faster than his casting time, because the Caster has little he can do other than widen his eyes in horror as the big woman swings her weapon up high and brings it down hard. At that speed and strength the weapon does go a good few inches into the place where his shoulder and neck meet, but it's clearly more the force of impact that does him in, shattering his bones and pulping his innards and leaving him collapsing to the ground as well, albeit in a somewhat more coherent (though bent in odd places) heap.\n\nAfter that it's just a matter of cleanup. Soon Kama, spattered with blood and a bit of her own drool, is leaning heavily on her weapon and panting, large breasts heaving as her lungs pump hard. You're catching your breath too as Meridia comes over, looking about as clean as usual, and give her a nod of thanks as she waves a hand, making the blood, dirt, and sweat on you flake and fall off, leaving you... unmarred if not quite feeling as clean as a bath would leave you.\n\n"A good call, taking out that sorcerer first," Meridia notes.\n\n"Yeah, well," you answer, shrugging. It's just common sense to kill the casters first, isn't it? Just doesn't seem like a great idea to say that to a witch.\n\n"Whazzis he was sitting on?" Kama grunts as she straightens up, making her way to where the sorcerer had been sitting before the attack. "Is this an actual no-foolin' treasure chest?"\n\n"It does look like one," Meridia answers, with you following her as she walks over, the witch squatting down, legs swinging wide as she balances on the balls of her feet, her loincloth barely keeping her decent. "And they've done the work of picking the lock for us, too!" she says after a moment, swinging the lid up. Inside is a pile of coins, enough that a few almost slip down and slide out when the lid is opened. Mostly gold, a few silver, you think you even see a few more white ones that must be platinum.\n\n"Now <i>that's</i> a haul!" Kama crows, throwing back her head and laughing delightedly. "I love it when my loot comes in ready-to-spend form!"\n\n"Indeed, that is the best..." Meridia trails off, going a little paler than usual as something sinks in.\n\n"Did you find something the bandits stole? Oooo, is that-" Liyal cuts off as she arrives, and she too goes pale as she apparently puts it together a bit faster than the other woman. "Oh. Oh no. Ohhhh no."\n\n"Huh? What's the matter?" Kama looks between the other two, obviously confused. You're starting to get a vague idea of the problem but you're not sure, so perhaps uncharitably you let her seem like the only one who doesn't get it. "It's a huge chest full of money, that's the perfect loot!"\n\n"It's a huge chest full of <i>money</i>, you idiot!" Liyal snaps, wheeling on her and pointing towards the coins. "No jewelry or art or gems, it's just coins! These idiots hit up a <i>tax caravan</i>!"\n\n"Or worse, it's a bribe meant for some aristocrat," Meridia groans, rubbing her face with both hands, Wick putting a paw on her foot in an attempt to comfort her.\n\n"Oh." Kama blinks slowly. "... That's bad, huh?"\n\n"Pretty bad," you add in, making a face. You know governments in your world can be pretty fucking vicious about making sure their taxes get paid, and those are "civilized" governments. You're thinking that here, especially from Meridia and Liyal's reactions, it's probably even worse. The difference over whether it's tax money or bribe money is probably the difference between being executed publicly or tortured secretly.\n\n"Ohhhh Leonesse I know you like to provide challenges via quirks of chance but please this is a little much," Liyal whispers, apparently mostly to herself as she turns back and forth fretfully as if looking for a sign.\n\n"We'll just... we'll walk away," Meridia says, straightening up and sweeping her hands out. "We won't take even a coin, we'll just walk away."\n\n"What?!" Kama blurts. "Hey look I know you civilized folks get hung up on your stupid pledges of fealty but we can't just leave all that loot!"\n\n"Don't be a moron, if we take that money it won't be just a few roving guards looking for us they'll send the Imperial Rangers!" Liyal shouts back at her.\n\n"FINE THEN I'LL SMASH THEM TOO!" Kama barks back, eyes starting to tint red again.\n\nThis is getting out of hand fast. "Enough!" you snap, which does seem to bring everyone's attention back to you. "... Listen. Here's what we'll do..."\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll take the money.|GGWar]]\n\n[[You'll take the money back.|GGWar]]\n\n[[You'll leave the money.|GGWar]]

You head off out of the city, towards the lesser-populated areas around it. You manage to find some cheap busfare that takes you in the right general direction, but eventually once suburbia is behind you, you begin just walking, not wanting to use up your somewhat meager reserves of cash too fast.\n\nEventually you crest over a tall hill, and notice that below the road forks. It looks like one fork heads towards a treeline, and into a pretty dense forest. The other fork heads off towards cleared land, and you can see fields and houses dotting it a decent distance apart.\n\nHm. You could try and leave humanity behind and <i>really</i> rough it, but you're not exactly Mr. Survivalist. You're no farmhand either, but hey, you bet they'd provide food and a place to sleep, and the work can't be <i>that</i> hard to learn.\n\n<hr>\n[[Forest.|RunForestStart]]\n\n[[Farm.|RunFarmStart]]

You turn it over for a bit in your head, then mm. "I think in the end, trying to earn the treasure to buy ourselves out of the contract is best. Like even if we found one of the artifacts, we'd still wind up subservient to her, right? Better to just be rid of this whole thing. ... Besides, if we go out adventuring on the frontier or whatever, it'll be a much shorter trip if we decide to just ditch the bitch and leave the country," you add.\n\nThat comment earns another bark of laughter from Kama, who leans over to thump you on the shoulder again. "'Ditch the bitch'! Ha, that's the best! Hey, I change my vote, let's do the thing where we have the opportunity to ditch the bitch!"\n\n"Put that way, I guess I've no real objections," Meridia muses, picking up a wooden bowl and ladeling some of the stew from the cauldron bubbling on the fire into it. You start to ask what's in it but decide maybe it's better if you don't. ... Actually it pretty much just looks like gumbo. ... Which really just reinforces your initial impression. "Roaming about dipping into ancient ruins and caves doesn't exactly displease me."\n\nLiyal looks pleased, tossing you a winning smile, before accepting a bowl of the sort-of-gumbo with more blatant dubiousness than you did. "Alright then, it's settled. Tomorrow we'll strike out for the border lands."\n\nYour journey takes awhile... and if you ever complained about having to make long trips in-game when you didn't actually have to walk or ride anywhere, it's nothing like taking a week of actual time. You at least eventually get used to the feeling of your saddle rubbing on your bare pussy through the virtually imperceptible protective magic of your armor fairly quickly, after that it's mostly getting used to your party members. Kama and Meridia tend to tease Liyal a fair bit, the one bluntly and the other gently and with dry wit, which makes her huff and pout quite a bit but you have to admit is kind of cute. Liyal wants to play dice a lot whenever you rest or make camp, which is fun at first but winds up being a lot like a friend who's become obsessed with the latest multiplayer game they bought on Steam and won't stop bugging you to play it with them. Kama overall tends towards a fair number of barbarian stereotypes, loud, blunt, and rather aggressive, which can be trying when you put up with it for days rather than quick cracks around the RPG table or seeing it in animated gif form on social media. Meridia mostly plays the role of the party sarcastibitch... not in a mean way, but usually with something quippy to say about anything someone else says. In fairness, you imagine that you probably get on their nerves at some point during the journey too, but you can't possibly imagine how because you're so completely normal and right about everything.\n\nAs you make that camp that night, your opinion of Meridia immediately shoots back up from any of the annoyances of the day as she walks over and passes her fox (whose name is Wick) to you, the extremely floofy creature flopping against your shoulder as you pet his back. "Here, I'm going to do a bit of a ritual," she announces, plucking a small tuft of fur from Wick's tail, who seems wholly unperturbed by it. "Kama, I need a drop of your blo-"\n\n"'Kay," the Tiefling grunts, pulling a knife sheathed around her thick thigh and yanking the blade across her palm.\n\n"A drop a drop a DROP!" Meridia yelps, even as she quickly goes scrambling in her bag for a bottle, leaving you and Wick staring at the scene as she scrambles over and collects about a large potion's worth of the barbarian's rust red blood. "Space between stars, woman, do you always have to be so..." She frowns, glancing at you. "What was that word you used the other day?"\n\n"Extra."\n\n"Do you always have to be so extra?"\n\n"Psh, don't throw a fit over it, it's already practically healed up," Kama holds up her hand and wiggles her fingers, showing that the gash does already look like it's a few weeks old. She then flops down on a boulder beside where Liyal has been working on putting together a fire and trying to ignore the rest of you. "What's the big deal anyway? Why ya need my blood?" she asks as she relaxes for the evening... meaning, untying her top. While it looks like it's not hiding anything at all, you've learned after a week it definitely must be magic, because when she takes it off her dark red breasts give a heavy bounce as they expand to at least half again their previous size, with large, thick almost black-red nipples. Apparently the top is enchanted to prevent any dexterity penalty those might offer when she's wielding her weapon. \n\n"I'm making a treasure map," Meridia explains as she settles onto her knees and uses a nail to draw a design in the dirt, before unrolling a piece of blank parchment over it and pinning the corners with different polished stones. "The blood of a virgin would give better clarity and detail, but blood with devilish influence is a decent second choice."\n\nYou open your mouth to comment, then close it and just resume petting Wick. You actually have no idea whether this body is a virgin. If you really became the sort of character you'd build, complete with backstory, probably not.\n\nMeridia sprinkles the black foxhair over the surface of the parchment as she murmurs quietly, then brings around the bottle and, with an obviously practiced flourish, moves it so that a single drop flicks out of the opening and falls onto the center of the parchment, sending up a plume of colorless. Not just normal smoke, but specifically colorless smoke, and you're not really sure how you know that or what it looks like and your brain really doesn't want you thinking about it much. Instead Meridia gives an "A-HA!" and picks up the no longer empty parchment. The rest of you wind up crowding in to look, which leaves you pressed between Meridia's shoulder and Kama's bare tits as she stands on tiptoe to better look over you. "This is... ... this is actually a very pretty map," she notes, frowning a little at the very classic if rather antique Japanese watercolor style depiction of hills, trees, and symbols, albeit all rendered in the color of old rust.\n\n"Hey, looks like I drew it," Kama notes cheerfully.\n\nThe other three of you turn your heads to stare at her for a long moment, which she looks confused about. By mutual silent assent, all of you turn to look back at the map. "Alright, so, these symbols indicate various sorts and qualities of treasure," Meridia explains, gesturing to points on the map. "There's a lot of 'ruins with decent things' in them markings, not exactly big scores but we could still go through a lot of them, none of them have particularly high danger signs. It looks like there's a group of bandits with a decent treasure here," she continues, pointing at a spot not too far away from the rock you're pretty sure denotes your current campsite. "And this is... huh, that's the gambling hall symbol."\n\n"That's probably the Golden Needle, I heard one of the places to access it was around here," Liyal chimes in. At Meridia's glance, she shrugs. "It's probably one of the nicest and most patroned casinos on the plane, so they colocate it. Usually somewhere outside of anyone's authority, to avoid taxes. There's no point in us going there unless we have the money to gamble with first anyway."\n\n"Mm." Meridia turns back to the map, then points at another symbol. "Beastmen."\n\n"Beastmen?" you prompt her.\n\n"Beastmen are raiders," Kama grunts. "Treasure, weapons, people, they'll scoop up just about anything they want on a trip into the civilized lands and carry it back to their little ragtag kingdoms that are usually run by someone powerful and smart-ish... y'know, not a beastman. So if you think you can actually pull off hitting them with a raid of your own, you can do pretty good."\n\n"Hm." You're a full-ish party with decent balance, but you hesitate to assume you could pull off a daring robbery against a small kingdom's worth of savage raiders. "Anything else, Meridia?"\n\n"Mm. Yes." She points to a symbol in the mountains... one that looks like a rather distinctive roaring, horned head. "Dragon hoard."\n\n"Like... with a dragon?"\n\n"This does indicate that it belongs to a particularly large, powerful, and old dragon, yes."\n\n"Wait, I think I know this one," Liyal chimes in, leaning a bit closer. "The lair of Kyroth is supposed to be in that region, that could be him."\n\n"Kyroth was known as the Armageddon Made Flesh, Liyal, all the more reason to not even set foot in the mountains," Meridia answers dryly. \n\n"Yeah but absolutely no one has seen Kyroth in three centuries, not even little glimpses or rumors," Liyal answers, looking ever more excited. "In fact the last story about him says that he faced off against the Lady In Purple at Lonehollow Lake and no one knows what happened there. It's possible she killed him and his treasure's just been laying around ever since!"\n\nMeridia, you, and Kama all sigh heavily. Since someone's gotta say it, you bite the bullet. "You want to go there because it's such a huge gamble that he won't be there, right?"\n\n"YES!" Liyal admits in a gush, clasping her hands and wiggling in place, rubbing her thighs together in a way that says she's probably soaking through her panties as she speaks. "By the god-dess's daily diceroll for their body <i>yes</i> I absolutely want to take that risk! It's essentially a choice between spitting in the face of a vengeful physical god and almost effortlessly acquiring more wealth and power than we could ever spend in our lives! That's the sort of gamble a worshiper like me dreams of!" She blushes brightly as the rest of you give her flat looks. "... I mean, it will still be there later, if... if you guys really want to do something different. ... but I wanna..." she adds in an almost whimper, biting her lower lip.\n\nThe other two look at you, and you roll your eyes. "Don't look at me, you guys picked her up before I even got here."\n\n"Rude!"\n\n"Yeah but somebody does need to pick," Kama grunts. "And I'm havin' a feeling the rest of us are gonna be split on ideas again. So since you're basically our official tiebreaker just go ahead and pick what you want. I'm bored as shit of travel, I wanna actually do somethin'."\n\n"Kama's got a point, somebody needs to make a decision and somebody may as well be you," Meridia agrees, holding the map more in front of you. "What will it be, Cyan?"\n\n<hr>\n[[The easy ruins.|GGWar]]\n\n[[The bandits.|GGWar2x6]]\n\n[[The beastmen.|GGWar3x1]]\n\n[[The dragon hoard.|GGWar]]

Better to just get done and get out as fast as possible, right? You walk over to one of the urinals and hike up your skirt, carefully getting it out of the way before pulling your panties down in front and freeing your cock. You aim a bit, then try to relax enough to actually go. It's taking a bit of effort, with all the stress you've felt lately added to the worry of being dressed like a girl in the men's room. But eventually you're able to relax enough that the hot rush sensation overcomes you, and you sigh in relief at finally relieving the pressure... then almost choke when the relieved sigh is echoed from directly next to you. You slowly turn your head in worry, to see... a girl?!\n\nWell... obviously not, once the shock wears off a little. The other person has short black hair with slightly long falls over the ears, and their face is lightly made-up like yours is, that and a thin chain and delicate pendant around their slender neck helping with the feminine appearance. They're wearing a one-piece dress, yellow with somewhat leapord-ish spots on it, which is currently hiked up and with black satin panties pulled down in front so they can free their own cock. He has his head leaned back and eyes closed in relief, though after a moment he blinks and looks over at you, pink eyes staring before he smirks. "I'd ask if you'd never seen a cute crossdressing boy before, but that'd be pretty dumb, huh?"\n\n"Er." You blush brightly, looking ahead at the wall.\n\nThe other boy giggles some. "It's fine, it's fine! Don't worry about it. It's not like it's all that uncommon around here, you'd be surprised how often 'lost boys' wind up getting pounded in the ass and dressed up pretty around Worldland."\n\n"W-what?" Though you're done, the conversation has sufficiently distracted you enough that you look over at him and stare. "You mean, mascots just go around grabbing up boys like us and...?"\n\n"Well in my case it was a security manager who snagged me trying to access a cash register while the clerk at a shop had stepped away and proceeded to make me his little bitchboi, but yup! I'm Kei, by the way." He pulls up his panties and lets his skirt drop back down as he steps away, letting the urinal auto-flush as he smirks at you. Blushing as you remember you're standing there with your own out, you hasten to step away and fix your own panties and skirt, Kei giggling as he watches. "Wow, it must be like your first day. Snagged by some mascots, huh? They're all horny fuckers for sure."\n\n"Y-yeah, pretty much," you murmur bashfully, fidgeting.\n\n"Still, it rubs off on you." Kei leans forward, smirking even wider as his pink eyes glitter. "So hey, how about a quick one in the stall before we go back?"\n\n<hr>\n[[What?! No!|HLMai]]\n\n[[... Yeah okay...|HLMai3x11]]

"Well... yeah, I guess," you agree, unable to deny that you are starting to get rather turned-on.\n\n"Great!" Kei chirps, snagging your wrist and hauling you over into the handicapped stall, the other trap quickly closing and latching the door. You're expecting to be bent against the wall or pushed to your knees... so you're a little surprised when Kei instead pushes your back against the wall and sinks to his own knees, pushing your skirt upwards. You take hold of the hem of it to keep it up after he glances expectantly at you, his own glossy lips curling in a smirk before he tugs your cute pink panties down in front. Your soft dick flops out, and Kei almost immediately wraps his lips around it, starting to bob his head and flick his tongue.\n\nYour cock, which had gone soft after so much being treated like and fucked like a girl, slowly comes back to life as you bite your lower lip against your moans. Looking down at the sight of what looks like a cute girl... but which you know isn't... and your own prick jutting out past your skirt and panties, is rapidly turning you on even more. (Your shaft does look a little more slender and petite between Kei's lips than you remember it being... oh well, it still feels great.) You watch as Kei shifts his skirt up and pulls out his own member, stroking it almost languidly as he bobs his head over your length, deep-throating you easily and with obvious experience.\n\nIt's the first time since all this began that you that you've been pleasured in a way that wasn't being fucked in the ass, really, so it's probably not surprising that it doesn't take that long for you to cum, whimpering softly as your cute little prick shudders and pumps your load into Kei's mouth. He swallows it down without a complaint... indeed, his lips curl up in a grin around you as his slender throat works. Then he pulls back and stands, leaning back against the stall wall and smirking at you, using both hands to hold up his skirt. With the meaning obvious, you're soon on your knees, finding yourself actually appreciating the view of his sleek shaft jutting from above the much naughtier thin-strapped black satin panties before you lean forward to wrap your lips around the head and start working your tongue.\n\n"Mmm, that's nice," Kei coos quietly. "But c'mon, we gotta do this fast before someone notices, so really work it."\n\nThat makes sense, and it's not like you're not used to being facefucked. Kei's nowhere near as big as Mai or Chun-Li, so it's practically effortless to slide forward until your lips are around the root of his prick. You look up at him, in all his cute girlishness, as you bob your head quickly over the length of his prick. Kei gives a few soft giggles interspersed with quiet moans, pink eyes dancing before they close and he leans his head back. More than anything that urges you on, and you're soon turning your head back and forth as you swallow his cock repeatedly, tongue working over as much of the shaft as you can reach. True to his word, it's not long before Kei takes a shuddery breath and then begins spilling onto your tongue, his hot, almost sweet cum dribbling down your throat.\n\nAs you draw back and stand up, you're expecting Kei to start putting his clothes back into place and making for the door. Instead he turns and leans against the wall, reaching back to tug his panties down around his thighs and use both hands to spread his pert buttocks, showing off the pink pucker of his ass to you. You stare for just a second, before quickly hurrying forward... you're actually going to get to be the one fucking someone! You press your spit-slick cock to his pucker, then push inside slowly, Kei giving a soft pleasured moan as he brings his hands up to brace on the wall. You begin pumping quickly, feeling your skirt swaying around your ass and your panties rubbing against your balls as you fuck him, his own skirt swaying in front of his stiff prick. Since you've already cum it does take you a bit longer, but you still don't bother holding back when you feel the desire to unload into his ass, gasping out your pleasure as you spill inside him. Then, without hesitation, you turn and lean against the opposite wall, letting Kei be the one to tug your panties down and thrust himself into your ass, fucking eagerly into you with the speed of not wanting to get caught. You tremble in pleasure... he's nowhere near as big as your futanari 'mommies' but the very wickedness and illicitness of it, the feeling like you're getting away with something, has you assgasming by the time Kei spills his load inside you.\n\nOnce the two of you have cleaned up a bit, Kei unlatches the door and winks at you. "See you around," he says with a giggle, prancing out of the stall. You emerge a moment later, and blanch at the sight of a man in a suit standing at one of the urinals. He seems to be trying not to look at you, and after a moment you hurry past him... but not before noticing that he seems to be having difficulty peeing with an erection.\n\n"That took awhile, everything okay?" Mai asks as you settle back into your seat at the table, your face flushing some just at the question.\n\n<hr>\n[["No, nothing!"|HLMai]]\n\n[[You made a new friend.|HLMai3x12]]\n\n[[You got to fuck someone.|HLMai]]

"I, ah... I guess I made a friend?" you offer. "... Someone like me," you add sheepishly.\n\n"Ohhhh?" Mai grins broadly, Chun-Li perking up a bit and more obviously paying attention. "Who's that?"\n\n"Um... they're named Kei, and..." You trail off, then glance around. Seeing Kei a few tables away, sitting with a thirty-something looking guy, you point. "... Yeah, over there," you finish lamely.\n\n"Hm, that's one of the security directors, I think," Chun-Li muses aloud. "Come to think of it, I think I've seen him out with his boy a few times. Cute little thing... but sassy and forward. Could be a bad influence," she adds darkly, glancing towards you judgingly in a way that makes you slump in your seat.\n\n"Now now, Chunbuns, our dear Erica developing a <i>little</i> sass and forthrightness couldn't hurt," Mai says cheerfully. She pushes her chair back and stands. "I'll be right back," she chirps as she saunters her way over to the table. \n\nYou watch as Mai greets the man and Kei, then politely starts chatting the adult up... until Chun-Li says scoldingly, "Mind your own business, Erica." Jerking your head back forward, you squirm with curiosity, forcing yourself not to look... then forcing yourself to be still as Chun-Li adds, "Stop fidgeting."\n\nFinally Mai returns, tits bouncing as she almost flops back into her chair. "Okay! I set up a little playdate for tomorrow, since I have the day off and I can... y'know, supervise," she adds, a wicked glint in her brown eyes.\n\n"I'll come by once I get off work," Chun-Li says primly. \n\nYou're not sure what response you could give to that, and besides right about then the food arrives. The presence of food drives most other thoughts out of your head, and you dig in... trying to adjust to various scoldings about manners from Chun-Li, and Mai's occasional prods to Chun-Li to not be so strict and leave you alone. Thoughts about what might occur tomorrow repeatedly stiffen your prick, making it press against the inside of your panties, and you try to adjust your skirt to hide it (without drawing Chun-Li's ire for fidgeting) until it goes down. Once dinner is over, Chun-Li says that since she has to work tomorrow, she'll be heading to her own apartment, and departs. Mai snags your hand, walking along in a perfectly motherly manner until you get back to the apartment...\n\n... where she picks you up and tosses you on the bed on your back, making you yip in surprise as you bounce. Grinning wickedly and pulling up the front of her little black dress, a flick of her panties freeing her cock to spring out and wobble in front of her, she reaches beneath your skirt to yank your own panties off and down your legs before tossing them aside. When she flips up you skirt, she blinks at the sight of your erection, then laughs. "Well <i>well</i>! You definitely 'made friends', huh? Did someone decide they're not mama's little girl anymore, huh?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A hardon is okay... right?|HLMai]]\n\n[[Maybe you need a reminder of being a girl...|HLMai]]\n\n[[Ask if she wants to try it.|HLMai]]

Giving in to some half-feral urge, you let out a low growl from somewhere deep in your throat, reaching out and grabbing a handful of your mother's hair at the back, gripping the top of her head with the other. You start shoving her down hard, forcing her all the way onto your enlarged cock, shoving it deep down her throat. The sound of her quagging fills the room as you start raping your mouther's face, her ass wagging in the air lewdly as you do.\n\n"Yeah, you like that, don't you, you fucking slut?"\n\nFor a moment you're shocked and wonder where those words came from, until you realize they came from, well, you! The dirty talk just keeps coming, too, driven by some dark impulse you never knew you had, matching the rough work of your hands to move her head and the light thrusts upward of your hips. The litany of abuse mingles with the sounds of gagging and wet pumping, as churned-up spit dribbles out onto the base of your shaft and your balls.\n\n"Yeah, you like having your son's dick fuck your throat, you worthless cockwhore. Having your mouth used like it was a bitch in heat's pussy, you like that, huh? Well don't worry you slutty piece of fuckmeat, because here it comes!"\n\nGrowling like an animal, you yank her head down, holding her in place as you empty your balls straight down her throat. You can feel her swallowing around you, sucking hard as she reflexively fights for air. When you finally yank her back up, she's gasping loudly, her lower face wet with spit. Getting up onto your knees, you grab one of her forearms and yank her forward onto the bed with strength you didn't know you had, practically tossing her down on her own knees in front of you, her face buried in the pillow. Judging from the fact that the crotch of her shorts is one big wet spot that's run down the insides of her thighs, it looks like she came several times from getting facefucked.\n\nYou yank the shorts down around her knees and, ignoring her trimmed pussy, line your cock up with her asshole before shoving forward hard, burying it to the hilt in a single thrust. Your mother shrieks into the pillow as you start roughly assfucking her, your hips slapping against her generous butt as you grip her waist and go to town. "Yeah, you like your son's big fat cock up your ass, don't you?"\n\n"Oh yes, I love it, I love it, rape my ass, baby!" she gasps out, turning her head to the side, gripping fistfuls of the sheets and twisting them. "Use me like a piece of meat!"\n\nYou grin wickedly and smack her ass, making her squeal delightedly. Then she gives a loud gasp as you reach forward and rip open the back of her tanktop, tearing at it a few more times to get it completely off of her. You smack her ass again and snap, "Up on your hands, cow, I wanna see those udders move." She obediently shoves herself up so you can really start doing her doggy style, watching her tits sway under her... hmmm, they actually look a little bigger, but maybe that's just the lack of covering.\n\nYou're really enjoying the little back-and-forth dirty talk of what a piece of degenerate cock-addicted filth your mother is when you hear an exclamation from behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you see your father in the doorway, staring at you pounding away at your wife's pucker in dismay. Growling, you tell him...\n\n<hr>\n[["Get lost!"|QOKevPlaceholder]]\n\n[["Sit down!"|QOKevScheme3x2]]

Why go to all this trouble evading them just to start a fight now? In fact, you've got an idea to hide in a place you're pretty sure absolutely none of them are going to come looking for you.\n\nYou carefully drop down to the floor, doing your best to feather your movements and not alert the Raptarran that passed you by. This time you move slowly and carefully back out into the corridor, watchful for any trailing aliens that might not have passed you by yet. Partly through luck and partly through being watchful of doorways, you slip past your scattered pursuers and backtrack along your previous path, keeping your eye on a particular place on your map once it returns.\n\nYou arrive where the little symbol indicates and find that you interpreted it correctly... it's an airlock. A simple enough one to work, too, needing only a button press to have the door slide open in front of you so you can step inside. Another button press, and the air cycles out, the outer door sliding open to give you an unrestricted view of the stars. Luckily your guess that your suit acts as a spacesuit is validated as well... it feels just as comfortable as it did inside, maybe just a bit chillier. (That could even be in your head.)\n\nStepping carefully out onto the sort of ledge outside the airlock and keeping a hand on the edge of the airlock, you feel a sense of relief when 'Lockon Boots Activated' appears on your display. Walking slowly and carefully away from the airlock, you make your way across the surface of the ship itself. You can just wait out here until the Raptarrans leave, assuming they don't immediately take their honeypot ship with them. Then you'll have time to formulate a better plan. Maybe they'll even leave the ship you came on for awhile, and give you a chance to reclaim it.\n\nYou don't notice the small craft approaching until your display starts blaring warnings. You wheel around just in time to see the large grapple coming at you, wrapping around your arms and legs and binding them to your sides before yanking you off the surface of the ship and beginning to reel you in towards the small pterodactyl-shaped ship. You're pulled inside a dark hold inside its "belly", then cry out as an electric shock runs through your body. The feeling of pain is brief before unconsciousness claims you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|BadCypher8x5]]

When you come to, you're laying on your back on ground covered with a mixture of what feels like grass and moss. You're also looking up at a jungle canopy full of trees and plants that look vaguely like what you've seen from Earth while still being disturbingly... off.\n\nIn clambering to your feet, you realize that you've been stripped completely naked. Of course you also realize something else that almost makes you fall over again... you've been changed into a girl! Admittedly your build was already pretty slender and wirey, and that hasn't changed much... there's a slight bit more curve here and there and a slight bit less broadness in the expected places as well, but your general bodytype hasn't changed. Of course it's a pretty big change that you no longer have a cock, and that you have a pair of small, perky A-cup tits! You can't see much more than that as you are, though you spend a few moments trying, twisting back and forth to try and make sense of this latest change to your body.\n\nAmidst this you notice that you do seem to have <i>one</i> item on your body... a metal band around your wrist. Looking at it shows that there's glowing digital numbers set on a black face... yellow ones that are steadily counting down from a minute and a half. You briefly freak out, thinking it might be a bomb, and yank on it desperately. Once you realize you can't remove it without essentially removing your hand, you calm down a little... why bother changing you into a girl and dumping you on some world just to kill you with a bomb?\n\nYou look around, seeing if you've been left anything else, but your own (transformed) body and the countdown watch seem to be it. You watch as the seconds tick away, and finally the display flashes green before displaying a new set of numbers... Twenty-three hours, fifty-nine minutes, and change. From out in the jungle you hear a long howling cry and feel a new chill run up your spine as you realize what's really happening.\n\nYou're being hunted.\n\n<hr>\n[[Run!|BadCypher8x6]]\n\n[[What's the point? May as well give up.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]

Half through instinct and half through realization that you've got no other real choice, you turn and take off in the opposite direction that you think the cry came from. You leap easily over a fallen log and take off into the jungle, avoiding what looks like denser underbrush and keeping mostly to the flatter areas where it's mostly bare dirt, bits of moss, or short grass growing. You're going to need to come up with a better plan, but for now you can't afford to just stand around while you think.\n\nAt least your body seems to be as fit and healthy as it was when you were male... you're running quite fast and not really feeling out of breath, though the air is humid and heavy. You try to remember everything about surviving and evading hunters, both animal and human, that you've ever heard as you duck through trees and leap over barriers. \n\nYou soon encounter a broad stream that comes to about an inch above your ankles. You squat and take a brief drink from your cupped hands, then grimace a little at a feeling of pressure that's both strange and familiar. Moving out of the water and to the opposite bank, you squat again, then blush as you spend a few moments figuring out the right muscles to relax to let yourself pee. Then you realize that you've inadvertantly given yourself an edge... the smell will indicate you've crossed the stream!\n\nRandomly deciding to go downstream instead of up, you take off splashing through the water, hoping it will cover up your scent. You're assuming the Raptarrans can track by scent... nothing that predatory-looking doesn't have an advanced sense of smell, right? Still, now that you're fairly certain that you've bought yourself some distance and time, you need to try and make a plan.\n\n<hr>\n[[Move, prepare, survive.|BadCypher8x7]]\n\n[[Hide, wait, hope.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Prepare, lurk, attack.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]

Okay, first thing's first. You need to make <i>sure</i> you have enough space from your pursuer or pursuers to actually do more extensive preparation. You continue heading down the stream quickly, but now keeping an eye out for anything that could prove useful. You pick up several rocks that look like they have potentially useful shapes as you go, holding them loosely in one hand and occasionally checking behind you, as well as watching the jungle and the treetops. Unless all of this is some elaborate garden, there have to be predators other than the Raptarrans around.\n\nWhen the water begins to come up to your knees, both beginning to chill you and to hamper your movement, you make your way to the bank and start more seriously hunting for useful items. You find a decently long branch that you can break most of the twigs off of, and find some long, tough grass that you manage to use to tie a vaguely spearhead-shaped rock to the end of it. You'd really like to sharpen it up some more, but you don't have the knowhow and you might not have the time. You manage to tie some of the grass together to form a crude belt and tie the other rocks you thought would make good projectiles to it. You consider trying to turn some of the leaves into crude clothing, but you're dissuaded by both the fact that you have no clue what this world's equivalent of poison ivy might look like and that you'd just feel weird making, well, a leaf bikini for yourself. For now you'll continue to run around the jungle bare-assed, you suppose.\n\nYou continue deeper into the jungle, trying to steer clear of anything too dangerous-looking while at the same time not picking the incredibly obvious paths too often. You haven't heard anything that sounded like a Raptarran since the beginning of all this, but you have no clue if that means they're miles away and headed in the completely wrong direction, or if one is lurking just out of sight and silenly waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce. Your primal brain, working off of millions of years of scurrying little mammals and protomammals running away from things that look just like the Raptarrans, keeps conjuring images of reptilian predators lurking behind every bush. You force yourself on and to keep from panicking, trying to focus on what you can actually see and do in this situation.\n\nEventually the light begins to fade, and you squint up at the canopy above. If sunset takes as long around here as it does on Earth, you probably don't have very long left before it gets anywhere from 'dim' to 'pitch black' inside these dense trees. Which begs the question... to spend what light you have left looking for shelter, or just push on.\n\n<hr>\n[[Push on, they can't catch you napping.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Seek shelter, stumbling around in the dark's a bad idea.|BadCypher8x8]]

A cheesy alien invasion movie sounds just about perfect. You tap the box with the title, and it pops up a trio of new boxes. Looks like there's a showing that starts in about five minutes, but also two others, one that looks like it's about halfway through and another that's just about done. You suppose if you picked the halfway done one, you'd have more time to actually walk around and enjoy the park after, or conversely if you picked the one that's almost over you could just sit around until the start of the next show taking a load off.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pick the one that's starting soon.|XAlien]]\n\n[[Pick the one that's halfway through.|XAlien]]\n\n[[Pick the one that's almost over.|XAlien1x1]]

No... trying to take on one would likely mean taking on all of them in the halls. Much better to avoid a confrontation as long as possible.\n\nAs you continue along towards the back of the ship, you notice that your helmet display is making a map for you, both of where you've been and the surrounding areas. Though there's a noticeable blank spot in it, and the map and several other displays disappear when you step forward. You blink and take several steps back, seeing the map reappear, then disappear again as you walk forward. Some sort of blind spot. You continue on, and eventually the displays and map reappear, leaving a blobby empty spot on the glowing outline.\n\nFinally you approach the back of the ship where you docked. Checking a nearby viewscreen and seeing no Raptarrans outside, you key the door open and step out, hurrying to the panel that controls the docking procedure. You're not familiar with the language, but just looking it over makes it look fairly simple... unfortunately you recall that Delvan mentioned there was some sort of cable or device attached. Finding a viewport, you spot a fairly thin-seeming cable stretching alongside the boarding ramp to clamp onto your ship. It doesn't look that strong, but the Raptarrans probably engineered it like it is for a reason.\n\nYour display warns you of an approaching lifeform moments before you hear odd thump-clicking footfalls. You've got seconds, if that, to make a decision!\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep evading.|BadCypher8x2]]\n\n[[Get on the ship, blast the cable.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hide on the Raptarran ship.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]

You take off down a side-corridor quickly. A strange honking, hooting noise behind you alerts you that you've probably been spotted, or at least heard.\n\nSoon your helmet is warning of numerous lifeforms in pursuit. You keep half an eye on the map the display is creating for you and half on the corridors ahead as you zig-zag through them, doing your best never to pick one that looks too short or too familiar and thus might lead to one of the sections you already saw with Raptarrans in it.\n\nUnfortunately as big as the ship looked on the outside, it's not as huge as all that. You know that eventually you're just going to run out of space to run from them or they're going to catch up to you... they're sort of <i>built</i> for running down fleeing prey, after all. You need to do something else before you lose too much of the lead to have any real options.\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn and fight.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hide in one of the rooms.|BadCypher8x3]]\n\n[[Go back to the secret passages.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]

At first it seems ludicrous to try hiding in one of the large, empty rooms on the Raptarrans' own honey trap ship. Then you realize you're coming up on the large blank spot in your map. Quickly you put on a burst of speed and round the corner as the various displays disappear, then duck into an open doorway. Doing a quick glance around, you leap up to brace yourself between the wall and the ceiling over the door. You'll just have to hope that whatever it is about the ship that blocks your sensors in this area blocks theirs, too.\n\nAfter a few minutes, you see one of the Raptarrans walk into the room, passing below you without a glance up. Its head swings back and forth slowly on its long neck, and it occasionally glances down at some sort of device in its hand before giving an annoyed growl. Definitely seems to have knocked out their sensors as well, good.\n\nIt's completely unaware, you could take this chance to go on the offensive. On the other hand, running's been working out for you pretty well so far, and if it works...\n\n<hr>\n[[Fight.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Flight.|BadCypher8x4]]

Hm, well, you are a cherub, you feel like you should do a little more to spread the love than just spread the fucking. Leaving Hera to complete her preparations for the day, you walk out through the door (as in literally through it) while continuing to browse your mission book.\n\nIt has four suggestions for other people in the IAM and aboard the massive ship you're on now that would make good hookups for Hera. One is a [[Tiaminian|ChJa]]... in short, a dragon-man. Very nonhuman, so certainly capable of breaking down those barriers... and very masculine, to hit Hera right in her preferences for men. He'd be a good choice for making Hera see that her attraction and preferences in men can bypass species barriers.\n\nAnother is a [[Bedurian|ChJa]], suggested because they're short, nonthreatening, and, well... highly resemble teddy bears. Utterly nonthreatening and with a high sense of "cute" appeal (while still being apparently very capable lovers for most species), this choice would be good for making Hera feel comfortable and safe, hopefully making it all the easier for her to eventually feel comfortable experimenting.\n\nSpeaking of experimenting, looks like girls are also on the menu for the otherwise human-preferential and male-preferential Hera. There's a [[Meshton|ChJa]], chosen specifically because they look almost identical to humans... except they're taller and have an extra pair of arms (and in the case of females, an extra pair of breasts). Their cultures are very similar too, meaning that she and Hera would have more in common than they had different, but the obvious difference would help break down the barrier if you got them together for a fling.\n\nFrom the opposite approach is a [[Lilitina|ChJa]]... an all-female race with a distinctly nonhuman appearance. Their resemblance to a lot of cultures' concept of demons, their empathic abilities that focus on what make others feel aroused and pleasured, and their resulting casual and open attitude towards sex has drawn a lot of comparisons to succubi, and earned them a number of rather denigrating racial slurs like "succheads". Still, if you were looking for someone to give Hera a very thoroughly positive experience with an obvious alien, the Lilitina is just about perfect.

You can't see in the dark, even if you suspect your pursuers probably can. Trying to move through this jungle without being able to see would put you at as much risk from a broken leg as predators. Definitely best to find somewhere to hunker down until it starts getting light again.\n\nMaking use of the remaining light, you scout around the nearby area, looking for likely spots. Ultimately you find two. One is a [[tree|BadCypherPlaceholder]] with exposed roots, the network of thick wooden limbs almost forming a little hut... though admittedly it looks a bit more like a cage. But it would definitely be more out of the elements (especially if it decides to rain), it's shadowy under there so you'd be harder to spot, and it's convenient. There's also a [[collection of boulders|BadCypher8x9]] that looks like it has a little nook inside you could get to if you crawled. There's not much shelter from the sky or rain, and it would be harder to get to and if anyone saw you from above you'd be a lot more visible, but you'd also be a lot more protected from almost anything trying to get at you.

You decide you'd really rather have something solid around you than a "roof" over your head. Besides, those tree roots make you sort of nervous... not only does its cagelike appearance remind you that ultimately you're still a captive, but you just don't trust any of the wildlife around here. Including the trees.\n\nMaking your way into the nook provided by the boulders requires you to get on all fours and do a bit of squirmy maneuvering, your trim girlbutt wiggling in the air in a way that would probably be pretty alluring if you were on the outside watching it. Right now though you're more focused on not being caught and eaten, or whatever it is that the Raptarrans might have in mind for you. You settle in amongst the rocks and lean back against one with your spear settled across your body, and take a look at your countdown watch. Looks like around fifteen hours and change left. You wonder what happens if you make it all the way to zero? Will they let you go? Or will they kill you out of spite? Oh well... without knowing, all you can do is what's been working so far.\n\nLuckily your body seems to know how to sleep lightly, because several times you find yourself instantly awake and alert, listening intently for whatever disturbed you. At one point you hear something stomping and thrashing around outside, definitely <i>way</i> too big to be a Raptarran. You try not to shake too badly as you listen to it stomp around and snuffle loudly for awhile before finally thudding along on its way. Still, it's a long time before you relax enough to drift off any again.\n\nWhen you come to at one point, the sky is starting to brighten. So after a quick listen around for anything that might be lurking, you crawl back out of your little hiding spot and go on your way, once again meandering through the jungle, mostly just hoping you're going in a different direction than your potential pursuer. It looks like you've got around seven hours left.\n\nAfter several hours, you emerge from the trees and into a bit of a clearing and immediately stop. You've finally gotten a look at one of the locals, and unfortunately it's standing right there looking at you. Its head looks a lot like an alligator or crocodile (you're not sure you could tell the difference), though it's got a thick mane like a male lion, a striped pelt like a tiger, and legs that jut out at the sides and split into symmetrical "hands" like a chameleon. Its dark beady eyes are fixed on you, and its body, including its long, lizardlike tail seems poised to leap the moment you do something.\n\n<hr>\n[[Run for it!|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Too late for that, you have to fight!|BadCypher8x10]]\n\n[[Don't move. Maybe it can't see you if you don't move.|BadCypher9x1]]

"Sit your bitch ass down and shut up," you snarl at him, before turning your attention back to what you're doing. You draw in a harsh breath through your teeth in delight as you feel your balls slapping against your mother's pussy as it lets out another light squirt of orgasm and she lets out another moan. You sense more than hear your father slowly moving around to sit in your computer chair and turn it to face the bed. "I bet he never fucked you like this, did he, slut?" you say in a smug tone, putting an extra roll into your hips.\n\n"No, he never had the guts to fuck my ass, he couldn't even ask," she moans in reply, her voice a throaty, whorish husk. "His dick's soooo much smaller than yours anyway, baby!"\n\nYou laugh, glancing over at your father's ashamed face. "Yeah? Get it out, fucker, lemme see your little dick." He hesitates, and you add in a snap, "Now!" You watch his resistance immediately crumble, and he leans back and unzips his suit pants, slipping down his underwear. Seven inches of cock spring free... a bit bigger than average, but no match for the ridiculous rod you woke up with. "Aw, how cute," you sneer. "Jerk it while I keep fucking your woman, Dad, since that's obviously what you wanna do!"\n\nHe lets out a groan of dismay, but wraps a hand around his shaft and begins to stroke it as he watches himself be cuckolded by his own son. You look back to your mother, smacking her ass a few more times and feeling her ass clench around your cock in time with her squeals. Hm, her tits are definitely bigger now, almost as big as Errana's. Definitely not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, you instead lift up onto the balls of your feet so that you can put more downward power into your thrusts, and also reach forward to grab at those big fat boobs, feeling them overflowing your hands and jiggling atop them as you pound her. "You like him watching you, don't you, you like showing off what a whore you are for my cock, huh?"\n\n"I'm your whore, baby, I want everyone to see me being your whore," your mother groans, turning her head and jutting her tongue out. You flick your eyes over to your father, watching him still stroking his cock as you suck your mother's tongue and swirl your own around it, before letting her lewdly suck on your own tongue in return. \n\nAfter a few moments, you straighten up and shift your grip back to her waist, fucking her even harder and faster than before, enough to make her eyes roll up in her head and her tongue loll out. But now your eyes are on your father, your expression smug as you tell him, "I'm about to cum in her ass, the first one to do it since you weren't fucking man enough. And once I do, then..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... you'll watch me knock her up!"|QOKevSchemePlaceholder]]\n\n[["... it's your turn!"|QOKevScheme3x3]]

"So get out of those clothes and get ready for your assfucking, bitch!"\n\nYour father hesitates for only a moment again, before shrugging out of his suit coat and quickly unbuttoning his shirt, dropping both to the floor. He wriggles out of his pants and underwear, then sits back and spreads his legs, resuming stroking himself as he watches you fuck his wife to several more quivering, moaning assgasms.\n\nYou spank and berate your mother a bit more, enjoying all her writhing and squeezing, enjoying the immensity of the orgasm that you've got building up. When you finally do cum, you don't even stop thrusting... every pump of your spasming, gushing prick pushes more cum deeper into her ass, churning it up and squelching out around the base of your dick to run down her sopping pussy. You eventually pull out, leaving her ass gaping a bit, cum looking like it's pooled in the lower half of it, and spill the rest of your load all over her back and her big, spank-pinked ass. Once you've dribbled out the last few drops right into her still-spread hole, you give her a slap on the hip. "Move, fucktoy." She obediently scrambles out of the way, and you point at your father, then at the space your mother just vacated. \n\nHe slowly stands and moves to the bed, shifting up onto it on his knees, then turning to face away from you before going down onto his hands as well. You take a moment to look him over... he looks a lot like you, dark hair cut short with a sort of bland executive haircut, taller and more muscular, decent-sized balls dangling down at the base of that stiff, slightly oozing seven inch cock. You scoot forward and spend a few moments rubbing your own cum-smeared dick against those balls and lightly slapping it against the sides of his shaft, to emphasize how much bigger and thicker you are than him. "So, Dad, y'ever fuck other guys?"\n\n"N-no," he murmurs back, shuddering as you rub the tip of your cock up and down along his taint. \n\n"No? Never even experimented with other guys in college? Never even thought about it?"\n\n"No... never..."\n\n"And yet, here you are, about to let your son fuck your ass. How humiliating," you coo, right as you set the tip of your cock against his pucker and start slowly pushing in. He lets out quite the nice moan, too, as you start sinking into him, keeping it nice and slow, letting him feel the full length of every inch as it spreads his pucker open and slips deeper and deeper into his ass. "Sounds like you like it, too! What a slut, getting off on his own son's dick up his butt!"\n\n"Mmm, anyone would be a slut for your cock," your mother comments wickedly from where she's taken your father's place in your chair, stroking her pussy as she watches you sodomize her husband.\n\nLaughing a bit, you continue your slow push in, until finally your balls are pressing against his. You begin a quick, steady pace, pumping into his ass just enough to make your hips slap against his rear a bit audibly. He grunts and moans as you fuck him, his cock bouncing beneath his belly, little drops of pre falling from it to scatter on the bed. He yelps in surprise as you deliver a spank to his ass, which just makes you laugh even more. "What, you didn't think I'd treat you like my other slut? I think you need to learn what a cock addict you are." You draw your hands away and lean back instead, wanting a nice view of where your cock spreads his ass open as you say, "Fuck back against me. You do the work."\n\nHe trembles, then begins rocking on his hands and knees, working himself back against you, stroking his ass up and down your immense prick. Your poor straight father starts fucking himself back against your cock faster and harder, until he's doing it just as hard as you were, maybe harder, moaning full-throated now as he fucks his ass on your prick. You make low sounds of approval to egg him on, bringing a hand around to rub and stroke it over one of his asscheeks. "That's right, use that ass to get me off. In no time you'll be my-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-slutty bitch, just like Mom!"|QODemonLordStart]]\n\n[["-little-dicked cock addict!"|QODemonPrinceStart]]\n\n[["-slave!"|QOAlphaStart]]